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Have you heard the song of the Viscount de Lettenhove, Julian Alfred Pankratz?
No? Are you sure? It’s quite the memorable name. Think a moment.
Still no?
No, I suppose you wouldn’t have. Curiously, the bards sing few songs for him. What is known of his history might, perhaps, be summed up here.
The Viscount was not, all told, a total disappointment as a child. Healthy, and strong enough if by no means imposing, and with a sharp wit if not the swiftest at the sword. He was, however, a needy creature, and such things are considered poor form in young men - who should communicate solely via duels and grunts. He was also, horribly often, bored within the high walls and high expectations of his home.
His family kicked their small annoyance out as swiftly as possible into the embrace of the temple school, where frequent beatings would keep him on the straight and narrow, at least outside of the boy’s dormitories.
True love drew him to study further, emerging from university as a master of the seven liberal arts, and with at least seven broken hearts - all, somehow, his own. How the Countess De Stael could fail to be impressed by the reams of love poetry of surprising depth and brilliance left at her door was baffling. He did, however, manage to work a rhyme between Stael and fail, so emerged with something from that disaster at least.
Returning to the bosom of his family was beyond the question. He simply didn’t fit and any efforts to make him do so turned out to be painful all round. Not so much trying to shove a round piece into a square hole as trying to make a scattered mess straighten up and look respectable. The Viscount had learned by now that respectability was a cage for a boy with a bright smile willing to follow anyone who smiled back at him.
Even more willing to follow those who wouldn’t smile. Melitele help him but he loved a challenge.
Sacrificing his name at the altar of respectability (if enough lewd stories became entwined with the good name of Lettenhove his family might very well hire an assassin) the bard Jaskier set out to ply his trade on the road.
Now, perhaps you've heard the songs of the bard Jaskier? His bold adventures, his brave heart, his massive cock? At least, the stories of his travels with the Witcher, and the adversities they faced?
That dashedly catchy 'toss a coin' song?
Ah yes. Thought so.
[Playable at all canon points and modern au. Yes to all permissions and yes, I do ship it.
Modern AU: Jaskier is a freelance journalist scraping a living writing gossip articles for Buzzfeed when he meets Geralt, and gradually begins making a name for himself with the stories he writes. Yes, he sings on the side. I have some thoughts for fitting other characters into this, ask me how.]
No? Are you sure? It’s quite the memorable name. Think a moment.
Still no?
No, I suppose you wouldn’t have. Curiously, the bards sing few songs for him. What is known of his history might, perhaps, be summed up here.
The Viscount was not, all told, a total disappointment as a child. Healthy, and strong enough if by no means imposing, and with a sharp wit if not the swiftest at the sword. He was, however, a needy creature, and such things are considered poor form in young men - who should communicate solely via duels and grunts. He was also, horribly often, bored within the high walls and high expectations of his home.
His family kicked their small annoyance out as swiftly as possible into the embrace of the temple school, where frequent beatings would keep him on the straight and narrow, at least outside of the boy’s dormitories.
True love drew him to study further, emerging from university as a master of the seven liberal arts, and with at least seven broken hearts - all, somehow, his own. How the Countess De Stael could fail to be impressed by the reams of love poetry of surprising depth and brilliance left at her door was baffling. He did, however, manage to work a rhyme between Stael and fail, so emerged with something from that disaster at least.
Returning to the bosom of his family was beyond the question. He simply didn’t fit and any efforts to make him do so turned out to be painful all round. Not so much trying to shove a round piece into a square hole as trying to make a scattered mess straighten up and look respectable. The Viscount had learned by now that respectability was a cage for a boy with a bright smile willing to follow anyone who smiled back at him.
Even more willing to follow those who wouldn’t smile. Melitele help him but he loved a challenge.
Sacrificing his name at the altar of respectability (if enough lewd stories became entwined with the good name of Lettenhove his family might very well hire an assassin) the bard Jaskier set out to ply his trade on the road.
Now, perhaps you've heard the songs of the bard Jaskier? His bold adventures, his brave heart, his massive cock? At least, the stories of his travels with the Witcher, and the adversities they faced?
That dashedly catchy 'toss a coin' song?
Ah yes. Thought so.
[Playable at all canon points and modern au. Yes to all permissions and yes, I do ship it.
Modern AU: Jaskier is a freelance journalist scraping a living writing gossip articles for Buzzfeed when he meets Geralt, and gradually begins making a name for himself with the stories he writes. Yes, he sings on the side. I have some thoughts for fitting other characters into this, ask me how.]
JASKIER
