Buff Jaskier Rights

Name: Project Blueprint

Rating: Mature

Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog (All Media Types)

Pairing: Sonic/Shadow, background Robotnik/Stone

Major Warnings: Violence, Swearing, Mild Gore

Summary: Ten years before Project Shadow's creation an alien creature with unimaginable power came to Earth through a ring portal. Dr. Gerald Kintobor, already desperate to save his granddaughter, captures the extra-terrestrial and proceeds to study it, convincing GUN that it could be the blueprint for the greatest defense system the world has ever seen.

Sixty years later, Sonic the Hedgehog is freed from a watery prison determined to find answers. Aided by his rescuer and the new friends he makes along the way, Sonic begins his search for what Dr. Kintobor called the "Ultimate Lifeform" and the product of all of Sonic's suffering: Shadow the Hedgehog.

He didn’t come back

Friends come back

Art inspiration and reference this artist has a really impressive skill with color and I love their painterly style. This was a challenge for me to see if I could mimic the way they paint and I’m really proud of how it turned out.

[ID: In his red doublet from the dragon hunt Jaskier wipes tears from his eyes as he looks at the viewer. The look on his face is torn between sadness and anger. end ID]

my thoughts on Jaskier below the cut

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Teaser:

Please, no!

Running footsteps echoed down the alley over the sound of panting breaths.  The man looked over his shoulders with obvious panic and gasped out a terrified noise when he saw the hulking shape still behind him.

He skidded around the corner and barely avoided falling over a pile of forgotten pallets and older trash.  “Help me!”

There was no response.

All around him, the city was quiet in the twilight hours before the work day began and after most club goers had already limped home.  Whatever hope he’d had that there might be a few people closing up was lost as soon as he realized there were no cars in the parking lot and the lights were off.  The buildings around him were too rundown for anyone to dare investigating any cries for help.  Even the faded street lights seemed designed to add to the potential for violence.

Something snagged one of his shoes and he went down hard, bleating in pain and terror.  The skin around his knees and palms split as he hit the ground and he could feel blood drip onto the ground below.  When he tried to get back to his feet, his ankles buckled under his weight.

Behind him, a dark shape blocked the faint light from the street.

It was obviously massive even in the dark.  Baleful red eyes seemed to burn with a terrible power that was backlit by the dark fur covering it.  Massive paws moved over the concrete with easy grace, not bothering to run after its prey.  Instead, it seemed to enjoy letting his terror grow.

“P–please, I don’t–” the man pleaded, crawling back on hands and knees.  “J-just leave me alone!”

The wolf made a show of opening its mouth to display the vicious curve of its teeth and continued stalking forward.

Rough brick halted his stumbling retreat and the man sobbed wretchedly as he realized there was nowhere else for him to run.  In his chest, his heart raced, recognizing the end prowling closer.  His hands scrabbled against the ground for something to defend himself.

“Please,” he whispered.

geralt keeps trying to gently release him like no!!! shoo!!!!!!! go live in the wild!!!!

What started with “coin is the noise a french duck makes” quickly evolved into “Geralt acting like the goose in the game”. And so, behold….

it’s a beautiful day, and he’s a horrible, horrible witcher.

(drawing like this is super nice, but smoothing the edges takes FOREVER)

(poor Jaskier)

1. Historical AU + 64. Star-Crossed Lovers + 81. The Missus and the Ex

oooh okay so i’m thinking Victorian era or maybe a bit later, early 1900s. Jaskier belongs to a very high society family, old money. Geralt is the stableboy/groundskeeper, and young teenage Jaskier is just fascinated by him. They have a quick but deeply-burning relationship, entirely secret, of course. His parents and peers would never approve. It has to end, though, when Jaskier goes off to university—Jaskier promises to come back and marry Geralt, but Geralt doubts that it’ll actually happen. Either he’ll find someone else at uni and fall head over heels in love like he does, or he’ll come back to his parents trying to arrange a more respectable marriage. Their last goodbye devolves into a fight—why can’t Jaskier see the inevitable? Why can’t Geralt believe in hope, just a little?

Jaskier leaves the next morning, absolutely miserable, but spitefully determined to have the absolute best time at uni (and probably sleep with more people than he can count, all in an effort to forget Geralt). All is going well, or as well as it can—until Jaskier receives a telegram from his parents. They’ve found a wife for him—she’s new money, and a little unconventional—believes in such silly things as women’s rights—but with rumors of his sexual deviance getting around, she’s the best they could do.

Yennefer and Jaskier are married in the summer, quite unhappily. He’s being all but forced into it—the threat of being cast out, penniless and homeless, hangs over his head. She’s using him as a means to an end—women have so little power in this world, and she’s determined to take as much of it as she can get, even if that means marrying a strange man to take advantage of him and his money and status.

Jaskier’s parents give the (un)happy couple quite the wedding gift—an estate of their own, complete with staff. Complete with a stableman. Complete with Geralt, actually, because the universe hates Jaskier, apparently. A few very miserable months ensue, where Geralt pines after Jaskier and Jaskier pines after Geralt and Yennefer starts sleeping with Geralt because her husband is too depressed to get it up. Everyone feels pretty horrible about the situation, really.

It all comes to a head when Jaskier, heading home from the pub and too drunk to drive safely, wraps his car around a tree. He’s in pretty bad shape—both Geralt and Yennefer show up to the hospital, though. They’ve both realized—neither could bear to lose one third of this strange relationship they’ve found themselves in. They discuss it while Jaskier recovers from emergency surgery—perhaps they could make this strange arrangement work, so that Geralt and Jaskier don’t have to pine from afar anymore and Geralt and Yennefer can sleep together without feeling guilty and Yennefer and Jaskier can stop resenting each other for having exactly what the other wants.

Jaskier almost thinks he’s died and gone to heaven when he wakes up. He refuses to believe it at first—an end to all their problems, just like that? But Geralt and Yennefer are dead serious. They fall into a new rhythm, once Jaskier is out of the hospital, and actually find themselves flourishing. They still have to keep up appearances, of course—functionally Yennefer and Jaskier are a very devoted husband and wife, who are so very kind and friendly to their staff. It’s only at night that it’s safe to fall into each others’ arms and love freely.

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...aaaand i may have to write this now. thanks grey skdhdhsj

they have a very happy few years together before whispers of unrest in the Baltics reach them. There’s to be a war, they say, with more and more countries taking sides. It isn’t long before their country joins the fight, and Geralt being Geralt, he enlists. People are dying, he’d tell Yennefer and Jaskier when they try to dissuade him, and they’d respond AND WE DON’T WANT YOU TO BE ONE OF THEM.

But he’s determined, and it isn’t long before he’s off to basic training. He passes with flying colors—unfortunately for him, it means that he’s sent right to the front as soon as they can get a train out, but the good news is that his superiors notice how good he is with horses and have him join the cavalry, rather than the infantry. It’s marginally harder to die on a horse, after all.

Meanwhile, at home, Jaskier and Yennefer are contributing to the war effort any way they can—Jaskier ends up spending most of his family’s fortune, actually, buying supplies for the soldiers at the front. All he can think is that any one of them could be Geralt, and he’ll do everything in his power to keep him safe, to keep him alive until he can come home.

Yennefer begins work as a codebreaker/spy with some secretive government agency. She buries herself in work so that she doesn’t have to think about it (any of it). The hours are long and the work is hard—more often than not she winds up sleeping at the office. She and Jaskier hardly see each other anymore anyway, and when they do, they’re both too stressed and off kilter without Geralt to get along. To say their relationship is strained is an understatement.

There’s one extremely tense week where they don’t get a letter from Geralt—and he’s meticulous about it always, never misses a chance to send word, so they can only assume the worst. But they never get official confirmation, and the waiting is almost worse.

Imagine their surprise when the dreaded knock at their door turns out to be Geralt, unharmed—and with a little girl holding his hand, to boot. He looks a little rough for wear, but he’s blessedly alive. There are definitely many years shed and no small amount of yelling—you bastard, how could you do this to us, making us so worried—and then they finally get to the question of what the hell he’s doing with a strange girl who looks like she doesn’t have a clue what’s going on.

Geralt explains that he rescued her—her name is Cirilla, and she’s from a little town in France that got caught in the crossfire. She’s the only survivor, and Geralt couldn’t just leave her there—not when it was their troops’ fault in the first place. She doesn’t speak the language, but she’s clinging to Geralt like she’ll die if she lets go.