Dopredo

Hey friend, I'm Dopredo. This blog is mainly Geraskier & Swan Queen incorrect quotes and fanfic :) <3

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Jaskier: *pen in hand, every time there’s a crisis* So, Geralt, how exactly are you feeling right now? Describe in 3 words or less.

Geralt: *fighting some monster* Jaskier. *grunt* Fuck. *grunt* Off. *growl* Busy.

Jaskier: That was actually 4 words, Geralt.

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Thank you very much @crispyliza and @honeysuckletook

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This is kind of a companion piece to my last post! Yes, Geralt never talks about being married but if you are lucky you'll catch them being grossly domestic~

[star-h0pper]

every throuple has:

victorian dandy

buff

woman who can kill you

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I second this

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Stunning artwork by LadyofLords for my Yenaltskier minibang fic:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/80667826

What greets him is such a surprise he drops everything in his hands. Bags and lute topple onto the floor in a musical mess, and the parchment flutters in little circles, until it comes to land on Yennefer’s desk. Jaskier’s not sure where to look.

He looks at Yennefer first, as that’s ever-so-slightly less intimidating. She leans back against her desk, draped in a black satin undergarment, which clings to her features in all the right places, dipping between her breasts in a very revealing, low v-neck.

“It’s about time,” she smirks. “I hate to say it, but I’m impressed you resisted my chaos for this long.” She glances at Geralt and Jaskier follows her gaze, regretting it immediately when he remembers that Geralt is, in fact, butt-naked, stretched out on the bed and staring at him with the tiniest smirk. “It’s been over an hour. Geralt’s getting chilly.”

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I wrote a HAPPY merthur song! Unprompted! Who even is she??

Lyrics:

I never knew what my heart was for Sought something new in the changing doors Of my childhood Wanted to do some good I thought my hands were a weapon Raised up my palms to the heavens Asking for purpose Beyond the surface I lied to you But I tried to live the truth And the truth is I’ve been searching all my life for someone like you There’s power in my heart and hands and it’s all for you Darling, don’t you see it was never just for me I’ve been waiting all my days for you and me I never knew what the sun was for But marking time ‘til the reaper’s score Was settled And time’s never gentle I thought the moon was an idiot I guess it just hadn’t hit me yet All the beauty Reflected to me I lied to you But I tried to live the truth And the truth is I’ve been searching all my life for someone like you There’s power in my heart and hands and it’s all for you Darling, don’t you see it was never just for me I’ve been waiting all my days for you and me Ooh, it’s more than destiny I refuse to give up you and me If they make me choose, to hell with destiny I won’t lose you and me I never knew what my heart was for Love was something bargain for Then I loved you Gods know I love you I thought my hands were a weapon Never meant to hold heaven Then I held you Gods help me tell you That I’ve been searching all my life for someone like you There’s power in my heart and hands and it’s all for you Darling, don’t you see it was never just for me I’ve been waiting all my days for you and me

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Stunning 😭

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I’m participating in the @witcher-minibang ✨ here’s a teaser of my Yenaltskier fic >>🍷💋😳

“Yennefer?” He runs a hand through wet hair. “Thanks for the bath. That -it really helped.” Why is he stammering? He never stammers. This is ridiculous. She finishes the letter before looking up at him.

“I’m glad it helped. Although, it wasn’t purely altruistic. You really stank.”

“Weeks of hunting monsters in marshes will do that to you.” He frowns. “Unless you’re you, of course.” She seems quite pleased with that.

“Come, sit.” She nods him over to the massive bed in the centre of the room and he hesitates.

“Are you–”

“Jaskier, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were becoming a prude.”

“That is preposterous, I am merely–”

“Sit.” Jaskier sits.

[dandeliont3aandsageleaves]

The entire continent is in mourning as the famous bard Jaskier performs his devastating ballad featuring the White Wolf's demise. Everyone commends the man for standing strong in the face of such heartbreak, and many tears are shed on his behalf. People across the land hold memorials for the great White Wolf who died protecting them.

Geralt, however, is just wondering how much more he has to apologize to the bard before he stops playing the damned song.

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Not me spending four hours trying to explain to my straight friend all the ways Jaskier is Geralt’s friend— his boyfriend.

[izzy-hands]

Jaskier using ‘artist’ as a term for queer

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My heart 🥹

[artistsfuneral]

Something Something "it's too dangerous for Jaskier to follow Geralt" leads to Geralt thinking he needs to abandon Jaskier, because the bard would never leave on his own. So in the middle of the forest Geralt tells Jaskier to "stop and wait here" while he needs to check for something up ahead and then he rides off, leaving Jaskier behind

And then- And then he realizes what he just did and immediately turns Roach back around and rides back, just to find Jaskier still in the same spot, happily waiting, none the wiser of what just happened

Later that night, when they're tucked away into their bedroll, Geralt's arms wind around Jaskier and he presses his face against the bard's back and cries, overcome with the horrors of what he was about to do and how easily he could have done it because if how much Jaskier trusts him

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Thank you for breaking my heart…

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Geralt: We’re not- He’s not my husb—

Jaskier: Now Geralt, there’s no need to confuse the poor inn lady. (To Geralt) Just go with it, we can try to-

Geralt: *kisses him on the cheek* Ok… Yes, me and my husband only require a single room.

Jaskier: *turns a bright shade of pink*

[lumicula]

Merthur never dies

"What Is This Feeling" edits in the year of our lord 2026

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Yennefer: Bard, are you coming?

Jaskier: Most nights, occasional mornings, but not currently, no.

Geralt:

Yennefer: I meant to the coast. We’re going to the coast.

Jaskier: *strangled grunting noise*

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Random person: why do you keep talking about bards?

Me: I just really appreciate historical context and folk music.

Me, later, making this weird collage:

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GODS JASKIER YOUR FUCKING SHIRT-

We can almost see his navel

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@maddel_art yes please.