I’d love to read a fic where the remaining Witchers decide to stick up for themselves, they save hundreds of lives a year and there aren’t many left. All of them move to Kaer Morhen and map out locations where they were chased out with pitchforks, where they weren’t paid what they were owed and where no shop owner would serve them so much as a single meal. And then all of them just never go to those places no matter how much is offered, no matter how many people hunt them down to beg for help. Because with only a few dozen witchers left alive, they get to decide what being a witcher means and they’ve decided that how they’ve been treated so far ain’t it.
faeymouse:
tygermama:
hamelin-born:
faeymouse:
Jaskier would have written all the ballads and bops about Renfri, just saying. She’d have been his muse. Nothing but Witchers and Black Sun Princesses.
@theotherguysride
Yes but. But. But imagine Geralt slowly, painfully, telling Jaskier the story of Renfri. And Jaskier? He reacts as only a true bard can.
He writes a song about it.
Stregobor instantly becomes the most hated wizard on the entire continent, while Renfri is the Black Sun Princess, is remembered, is a model for little girls everywhere,.
Stregobor, that caterpillar eyebrowed bastard, gets exactly what he deserves
From the infamous bard Jaskier, known most widely as the creative force behind the popular piece, “Toss a Coin to Your Witcher”, comes what is sure to be another classic: “Throw a Rock at That Wizard”.