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    Marinette is now a cat, reasons only recently determined.
    She is also now in Gotham.
    Surprise everyone, it's an asshole.

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    Shenanigans with Soundwave & Co. (hence the name of the series).

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    Anakin has had a hard life, so once he dies he should be able to find peace, right?

    One might think that, and while the potential is there, that's not what happens.

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    Some normal and not-so-normal adventures in the life of one Darcy Lewis.
    But mostly not-so-normal.

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    In which Jaskier is a River god and has a large protective family of other River gods. Geralt has no idea what he’s let himself in for.

    Art by the amazing Aro

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    12 Sep 2021

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    “What Ina is trying to explain,” Embla steps in smoothly causing a ripple to break up the tension. “Is that you'll need to work on how you balance yourself. Do not show too much of yourself to the humans. Older and wiser Rivers than you have been imprisoned and killed by scared mobs and power-hungry mages. Avoid sorcerers whenever possible, though druids are usually alright. They respect the balance of the world at least.”
    Jaskier knows that Embla has some kind of weird relationship with a Skellige druid. He came to the continent seeking 'Ancient Truths' according to Old Father Pontar and discovered Embla instead. Twenty years later and he has still never returned to Skellige, having not moved from the hut he built on her shores. Every sunrise he walks down from his home and into her waters where he then screams his adoration of her to the heavens. Jaskier does not understand this at all, but Embla seems happy.
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    Lord Buina has a daughter Jaskier has not yet met, Gwenllech, and she runs past the keep of the Wolf School of Witchers, Kaer Morhen. Her father takes great exception to the way his daughter eyes up the few remaining members of that guild and he often complained to Mama about it when he came to visit.
    If all the witchers look like the one before him, then Jaskier is firmly on his cousin's side. He regrets not going to pay his respects to her when he was in the mountains. Surely, she would have shown him around the local sites and they could of tried to lure some witchers into her river for an innocent swim?
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    The bard is what Geralt imagines humans would call an 'odd duck'.
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    Geralt has seen men run out of town for sleeping with someone's wife, but he and Jaskier are once left scrambling to leave town early to avoid a husband who seems mortally offended that Jaskier hadn't slept with him as well.
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    Geralt is not a man prone to panic, but even his heart started thumping unnaturally fast when he left Jaskier at camp while he collected wood for a fire and came across a recently deserted bandit lair. He'd hurried back to find the bandits sat around his fire, sharing bread and stories with the bard. They sat on the ground around him where he was perched above them on a log, hands gesturing wildly around his head as he recounted the story of the harpies Geralt had killed two towns back. Not a very interesting contract but Jaskier had a talent for embellishment.
    When Geralt had made his presence known Jaskier had dragged him to sit on the log at his side and before Geralt knew it he was reluctantly pulled into a conversation with the youngest of the group. The boy had looked ready to shit himself at the first appearance of the witcher, but under Jaskier's encouraging smile he had timidly started to ask Geralt about the plants he used in his potions. It turned out Osmond had a keen interest in botany and before the night was over Jaskier was penning him an introduction letter to the scholarship board in Oxenfurt.
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    Old Father Pontar had rooms above the Great Library in Oxenfurt Academy and at least he had been satisfied with viewing Geralt from a balcony overlooking the main floor as the man checked the latest research on curing ghoul bites.
    “Don't let him break your heart,” had been the only advice he offered Jaskier, twirling the moustache that the bard had so loved to pull as a child. “He seems like a nice lad and it would be a shame to have to watch your mother kill him.”

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    24 Aug 2021

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    Oh I fucking love this
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    Yen pinches the bridge of her nose in a strangely familiar gesture. The girl he’d known once, the sister he’d adored— she’d done the same thing when Jaskier had been a little too much. “This was a mistake. I’m not trying to be your friend.”

    “Too bad, I think our resentful, ballad-worthy hatred has gone on for long enough. We can still be mean to each other, but we’re friends now.” Jaskier decides.
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    “Wow, Witcher.” Yen looks entirely unimpressed. “You need a child to help you apologize?”

    “… Fine. I- miss his annoying chatter. It’s. Too quiet.”

    “I knew it!” Ciri cheers. “What kind of things does he like?”

    “Music,” Geralt bites out. “He writes it. His lute. His clothes. Stories. Anything shiny and gaudy and ugly. Chocolate with little chunks of nuts. Perfumed oil, but expensive, and a certain scent. Flowers, but especially dandelions.”

    “Um,” Ciri says. “Wow, you didn’t need as much help as I thought coming up with things.”
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    “Fuck.” Jaskier speaks into his wrist. “Fuck. Geralt, you really hurt my feelings on that mountain. I can’t-”

    “I have presents. For you. As an apology.” Geralt says, hand still clasping Jaskier’s shoulder.

    Jaskier whips his head up. His eyes are probably all puffy. “Presents?”

    Geralt’s lips twitch into an almost smile. “Yes, Jaskier, presents.”

    “Well,” he sniffs.
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    It’s Jaskier’s turn to stare, and Yen’s turn to lay her head on the table. She looks entirely undignified and Jaskier is overwhelmed with a fierce love for his sister, even as she groans something about men being first-rate idiots into the wood.

    So Jaskier is losing his mind and Yennefer isn’t any help.
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    “Bard, if you don’t stop talking with your mouth full I won’t be responsible for my actions.” “Oh please, Witch, you’re just jealous that your mouth isn’t full of-” Jaskier looks over at Ciri, who’s giggling at them with her chin resting in her hands. “Food,” he finishes lamely.

    Geralt snorts.

    “No,” Yen waves. “Please, what were you going to say?”

    Jaskier sticks his tongue out at her, the tavern noisy around them. “You’re such a bi- big meanie sometimes.”

    Yen raises an eyebrow and Ciri laughs, full and loud.
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    Eskel laughs, hand over his mouth. “Oh, Geralt, I am truly looking forward to hearing this tale.”

    Geralt grumbles, but Jaskier bolts upright. How had he forgotten! He scrambles for his lute case.

    “Don’t worry, brave Witchers. I won’t make you suffer Geralt’s uninspired storytelling.” Jaskier spins on his heel with a showman’s grin, lute in hand. “In fact, I have a song for precisely this occasion, if you all would allow me to perform for you?”

    Geralt, quite rightly, looks horrified. Everyone else looks delighted.

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    It reeked of slaughter, both fresh and old, as soon as he went through the portal and into enemy territory.

    Soldiers in black armour immediately tried to take him down so he started Singing, reaching for the dormant power deep within him.

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    15 Mar 2026

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    After getting his heart broken on a wild goose chase of a dragon hunt, Jaskier - a dragon himself - never got the chance to tell his Witcher the truth. Honestly, he's glad because now he can disappear into the clouds and grant Geralt's stupid fucking blessing.

    Nilfgaard has other ideas. And like all of Jaskier's shittiest life events, those ideas end up including Yennefer of Vengerberg.

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    15 Mar 2026

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    Two months after Geralt breaks up with him, Jaskier runs into Yennefer at Coachella.

    “Oh fuck no,” she says, which he thinks is pretty fucking unfair, all things considered.

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    15 Mar 2026

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    “A musician,” Eskel scoffs, eyes wide. “As if that really covers it. I hate you.”

    Aiden has a strange look on his face. “Is that Yennefer Vengerberg?”

    “Yes?” he says cautiously. This seems like it might have been a mistake.

    “The same Yennefer Vengerberg who’s revolutionizing stem cell research and once told a pharmaceutical company to suck her dick in court when they tried to buy one of her patents?”

    Geralt stares. “Why do you know that?”

    “Geralt, it’s a meme, and she’s gorgeous,” Aiden says, despairing.

    Lambert elbows him in the side. “Yeah, actually, I feel like we’re ignoring the important thing here. Geralt, what the fuck? Look at them. How did you manage to get one, never mind both? Did they lose a dare? I didn’t think people looked like that in real life.” Lambert pats his shoulder and Geralt just rolls his eyes. “Look, you’re really attractive, truly, a solid eight because we have to minus two for your personality, although maybe adding one for your jawline alone.” As if Lambert of all people has room to talk about losing points for personality. “But they are solid twenty out of tens..."