#badass geralt

[geraskierficrecs]

Anarchy Update!

New chapter here.

Teaser:

“What time will the police get there?” he asked.

“Sunset,” Eskel said, glancing out at the sun sinking in the distance.  “We’ve got about thirty minutes to get inside before SWAT makes their way in.”

“Did Louie state where in the house Havoc is?”

“Not to my knowledge.  He could be on either floor of the house.”

Geralt grunted and turned his attention to the rest of the people in the van.  “Then we split up–Eskel and Yennefer will go through the second floor from the roof.  Aiden, Lambert, and I will secure the bottom floor.”

As he spoke, he methodically checked each of the weapons he’d recovered from the small storage unit in the Tower.  The familiarity of the process soothed the ragged edges of his control at the prospect of what lay ahead of them.  

“We’ll need to work fast to secure Havoc before the police approach if we want answers,” Aiden said.  “Avoid firing your weapons to keep them from having an excuse to breach.”

Yennefer flicked away an invisible speck of lint.  “Why let the police in at all?  They’re likely to fuck this up for us.”

“We can’t afford to turn the Council against us,” Eskel told her.  “Not when they’re hunting the same people as we are.”

“It would be faster if you’d just let us solve this.”

“By starting a war?”

“Fuck your war–they deserve to pay for what they’ve done.”

Geralt stared out the window as Lambert drove them through the expensive neighborhoods at the edge of the city.  Once upon a time, Geralt might have been bitter that a criminal would live in such splendor, but that outrage was nothing compared to the hollow fury brewing in his chest.  He thought of what it would feel like to finally wrap his hands around the throat of the man who’d taken Jaskier from him.

He imagined what it would feel like to watch the life leave his eyes.

Whatever elation such a thing might provide in the moment, it would not be enough to fill the emptiness inside of him.  After washing the blood from his hands, he would still be without a home.  There could be no home without Jaskier.

#geraskier #angst #geraltxjaskier #my stuff #geralt x jaskier #angst with a happy ending #geralt/jaskier #modern au #badass geralt #temporary character death #hurt/comfort #lambert/aiden #established relationship #superhero au #hurt geralt

[larkoneironaut]

The Kaer Morhen theme plays in the distance

Nah, I’m kidding, it’s actually Drink Up, There’s More, because that’s the only tune my last brain cell plays on it’s tin whistle

#The witcher #The witcher 3 #The witcher wild hunt #CD project red #Cdpr #Andrzej Sapkowski #Geralt of Rivia #Geralt z Rivii #gwynbleidd #White wolf #I'm asking for his hand in marriage #He'd be the perfect husband #Infertile protective empathetic badass skilled attractive af great lover #If yen and Ciri never happened... #He'd be mine and that's a fact #He's such a malewife #He's everything #My art

[luke-the-bisexual-mess]

Honestly with batman, geralt, Joel, Steve harrington and the mandolorian all being hot dilfs reluctantly raising kids as single fathers while kicking ass and stomping bitches when are we gonna see a milf of a woman in media step up and raise some adopted little brat of her own while kicking the shit out of people for survival? Sure we have Ripley but more is needed in movies, TV shows and video games

#batman #joel the last of us #geralt of rivia #the mandolarian #robin #nightwing #red hood #red robin #ellie the last of us #baby yoda #grogu #steve harrington #dustin henderson #badass woman #the last of us #the witcher #stranger things #dc comics #ellen ripley #alien franchise #newt

[dapandapod]

Retired Geraskier at Corvo Bianco, with Trans!Ciri x Cerys comes to visit; a sappy love story 🥰

Early spring always makes Jaskier’s smiles brighten. Geralt watches the sun stay for longer and his husbands energy return. Winter usually makes his bard docile, snuggly, it is almost like he hibernates. Which is funny, because whenever he cracks the joke about how Jaskier really is a bear, he gets bit. Among other things.

Birds are returning with the warmer winds, there are little buds breaking out on the branches on the trees surrounding Corvo Bianco. The mud is still everywhere and there is still frost in the early mornings, but the promise hangs in the air.

Any day, their very own little sparrow will come visit them. As soon as the Skellige seas allows them passage, Ciri and Cerys will join them for a few weeks, before they are to travel onwards. Geralt is… nervous.

They had sent a letter ahead when they arrived at port, promising to bring Jaskier one of the new fancy hats he has been talking about. His hair has streaks of grey now, at long last considering how old he actually is, and he is torn between hiding it or wearing it like a crown.

Time pass differently now when they are retired, but Geralt thinks it suits them. Ciri and Cerys finding each other had been no surprise, and their handfasting had been beautiful. Witchers not crying is absolute bullshit when not one but five Witchers stood by, bawling their eyes out with snotty noses.

Vesemir would have been proud.

Jaskier seems to notice the carriage first, pulling him along by the hand and down out into the courtyard.

It is drawn by a bay mare, tail held high from the ruckus made by the geese and peacocks running out of the way.

When the door to the carriage opens, Jaskier gasps and clasps his chest, leaning into Geralt. Which is good, because Geralt’s head is spinning and he desperately needs an anchor to reality.

Ciri has her hair let down, she jumps out quickly and turns to help Cerys - who has a baby bump.

Cerys climbs down easily enough, despite Ciri’s fussing.

When Ciri finally turns to look at her fathers, she holds a protective arm around Cerys back, chin sticking out stubbornly.

“Hello.” She says a little hesitant, as if assessing their reaction.

“Oh you silly child, come here!”

It’s like a dam broke, and Ciri falls forward into both of their arms, and Geralt finally finds it in himself to move, to wrap around his tiny family.

“It’s mine” Ciri whispers and Geralt laughs. Jaskier disentangles himself to greet Cerys, and coo over their grandchild. Well, as much as he is allowed. Cerys never needed Ciri’s protection, she got teeth and claws of her own.

Geralt holds Ciri tightly, breathing her in.

“I didn’t dare believe we could.” She whispers. “Being who I am, I mean. We tried for so long.”

Oh yeah, here comes the waterworks. Geralt feels himself tearing up, and he laugh sobs into her shoulder.

“I’m so fucking proud of you, cub.”

“Geralt, you old sap, you are going to make me cry too!” Jaskier complains, but he is smiling too.

When finally they let go, and while wiping his tears, Geralt approaches Cerys. She is a woman grown now, wearing her own battle scars and laugh lines. Cerys of Skellige, his daughter in law.

The bump is not very big yet, but clearly there. She allows him too a hug, a short, tight one. She never was a hugger, but she keeps her arm around Geralt’s back.

“We only realized on the boat ride over. I have never been sea sick a day in my life, but I guess I finally know what it’s like.” She says with that crooked smile of hers.

They make small talk as they step inside. There are a thousand questions he wants to ask, but most of all, he wants to be there.

“Will you manage a boat ride back to Skellige before the baby is due?” Jaskier asks finally, after they have withdrawn to the patio to bask in the setting evening sun.

Ciri grimaces, and Cerys frowns.

“Oh dear, I seem to have breached a sensitive topic. Forgive me.” Jaskier amends quickly.

Both women look at each other, taking hold of each others hands.

“We have haven’t decided on anything yet. It depends on how it progresses from here, I suppose.” Ciri says, squeezing Cery’s hand, who smiles back at her.

“Our new Major Domo still lives in the village. We have a house free, if you wish for your own place to stay. You know you are both welcome here for as long as you wish.” Geralt says carefully, and Jaskier beams at him. The laugh lines in the corner of his eyes make Geralt infinitely fond.

“We will…. Talk about it.” Cerys says, surprising them all, resting a hand over her round stomach. Their child. Geralt’s…. grand child. “We will see what the future brings.”

Retirement is not what Geralt expected. A husband something right out of his dreams. A child? A grandchild? Had it been one of Jaskier’s songs, Geralt would call him a romantic fool.

But here he is, at Corvo Bianco with his bard, his daughter with her child in her arms.

#the witcher #geraskier #trans!ciri #ciri x cerys #geralt of rivia #jaskier #retired Geralt #silver fox Jaskier #tooth rotting fluff #fluffy #because I want #badass cerys #mixing medias like no tomorrow because I can #dapanda writes

[jaskier-cult]

war time prompt

Directly following their fight and split, Jaskier is enlisted to go off to war. As the son of a nobleman he can pull strings and get away with not going directly to the front lines. But despite his estrangement to his family, he owes it to his people in Lettenhove to serve his duty and protect his lands and people.

So, Jaskier does not shy away from going to the front lines. He becomes a leader and high ranking general, and insists on putting himself in the thick of things.

Jaskier becomes known as the Red Bard, a nickname turned moniker from his men who revere him for his skill bringing blood on the battle field and the gracefulness in which he executes it due to his previous career.

Cue Geralt's reaction.

#not s2 inclusive #have not touched this fandom since s1 #😅😭😭😭 #the witcher #jaskier #geraskier #geralt #badass jaskier #we stan jaskier #the witcher prompt #war #war time #julian alfred pankratz #viscount de lettenhove #viscount we love and stan

[asteralien]

first ep of the witcher s2 is like a tiny movie made specifically for me

#fucked up monster girls. geralt being a badass softie. yennefer and fringilla girlboss/girlboss hostility #unbelievable that i haven’t started watching it until now but that’s Hoarder Brain for you #the only thing that i wanted out of that ep was. i mean. you already know #[banging on the bars] WHERES MY LITTLE BOY #myth liveblogs

[greyshadowfaux]

Accidentally stole something in a Nilfgaardian camp.

They all had to die.

#the witcher 3 #Geralt is a badass #Whoops

[kefi-draws]

People linked by destiny always find each other

#small art account #black artist #artists on tumblr #procreate #she kinda cute tho #witcher fanart #witcher series #ciri fanart #magical #training #fighting #badass #geralt of rivia

[mentallyillberry]

Watching the rest of s2 of the Witcher and jaskier is really out here writing breakup songs huh

#geralt of rivia #the witcher #jaskier #Yenne and jaskier are badass tho #Definitely a superior duo

[geraskierficrecs]

End of the Year Updates (2022)

Thank you all for hanging around and continuing to be amazing friends, writers, artists, and readers for the Witcher fandom!  You have all been incredibly supportive and make me so glad that I am a part of this too.  To that end, I’ve collected all the fics I’ve completed or are in progress this year.

Links and descriptions under the cut.

In-Progress:

The Sin Eater

“He doesn’t have much time now,” the demon observed, “Even Witchers need oxygen. This is your only hope of saving him.”

Jaskier’s face went firm and determined, turning back to the creature with no sign of his earlier hesitation.

The demon looked amused. “Are you sure he’d worth giving up so much?”

“All that and more,” Jaskier whispered.

Then he stepped into the circle. ————————— To save Geralt, Jaskier lets himself be possessed by the demon he was hunting. Will there be anything left of the bard for Geralt to save?

The Fixer

In the world of the wealthiest members of society, there is only one man who you call when there is a problem that needs to disappear. Whether it's killing off your competition or ensuring you have the blackmail you need to keep your enemies at bay, Jaskier--better known as Dandelion--has made a living getting his hands dirty.

So, when the offer comes to track down the missing child of a billionaire CEO, Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier is more than happy to go undercover and get the information they need to ensure Geralt doesn't become a problem.

But what happens when he starts to have feelings for the kind, smartass barista and his strange family?

Completed Multi-Chapter Works:

Lark of My Heart

“What do I smell like to you?”

Geralt looked up from where he was sharpening a blade to frown at the bard. “What?”

“You’re always sniffing around me,” Jaskier explained with a smile that covered the sheepish blush on his cheeks, “And I've read that Witchers have a keen sense of smell so tell me, what do I smell like to you?”

Home. ___________________________

After the mountain, Geralt faces the reality of what his temper has destroyed and tries to pretend like he's fine with that. (He isn't.)

Call Me Sunshine (Jaskier/Eskel)

It becomes a habit to keep an eye on the front door every Wednesday. Jaskier told him after the second week that he tries to grab the flowers on his lunch break. It’s how he found the shop in the first place.

“I tutor a kid near here,” he tells Eskel as he watches the florist trim the thorns off some David Austen roses. “He’s a menace, but his mom wants him to learn piano and is willing to pay for all the grey hairs I’m getting.”

“You play piano?”

“And a few other instruments. My favorite is the lute.”

Eskel grins a little. “A lute? Do you moonlight as a bard too?” ___________________________

Or, a florist AU with enough misunderstandings and pining to fill an entire season of a CW show.

Dying for You (Again and Again)

By his understandably shoddy memory, Jaskier had died over 1300 times since he first drew breath several hundred years ago.

Somehow, none of those deaths ever seemed to hurt as much as the dreams of Geralt. ___________________________________

Or, the Old Guard AU no one asked for, but I wrote.

With My Last Breath

Jaskier is tortured by Nilfgaard--angst, whump, and fluff follow.  In that order.

Wolves and Men

There was a challenge in his expression. A dare for Geralt to cast him aside once more.

Like he had on the mountain.

If life could give me one blessing—Geralt shook his head to banish the memory of those vicious words. Words he’d had plenty of time to regret in the years since Jaskier had walked away. Since Gerat had sent him away.

“Jaskier,” he whispered, voice thick. ________________________ Jaskier thought he'd found the perfect alpha to follow for the rest of his life only to be cast aside. He should have known better--the White Wolf always hunts alone.

If Wishing Made It So

Geralt stared down into the ravine and the glittering rocks below and wished the rumors of the Witcher’s missing emotions were true. He wished for a lot of things, then, staring down at the smear of blue silk stained red.

None of them came true. ———-

On a hunt that goes bad, Geralt is forced to imagine a world where his bard will no longer walk at his side.

Series:

Villainous Universe

Series featuring a supervillain Jaskier falling for the superhero Witcher, Geralt of Rivia.  Contains explicit content as well as all my favorite angsty tropes.

The Sentinel/Guide Verse

Jaskier was half way through a lackluster rendition of one of his least popular songs when his world went static.

In his ears, a foreign heartbeat thundered, ragged and wounded. It felt as though his lungs had gone sideways with the sensation. Even the air itself tasted like it was charged with lightning, bright and bitter as ozone. Deep in his gut, he felt something urging himself forward, pulling him like some invisible string towards an unknown destination.

Something brushed across his senses, rough as tree bark, and sinking into his skin to crawl like ants beneath. He froze, eyes darting around the room like he could spot whoever it was that had sent his senses scrambling against the hard earned shields he was always careful to maintain. In his hands, his fingers faltered, melody disappearing beneath the wave of wrong that felt like it was choking him.

The answer was simple--and impossible.

There was a Sentinel here.

The Full Cops and Robbers Verse

An enemies to lovers story revolving around a charming, mysterious thief and the cop that is absolutely done with his shit.

The Witcher Soldier Verse

Geralt barely managed to slam the pommel of his sword up in a glancing blow that shattered the metal latch holding the Soldier’s mask in place. The Soldier rolled into the movement with a dancer’s grace and came to his full height just as easily. For a moment, his hands reached up to run over the exposed skin, before he slowly turned to face Geralt once more.

The Witcher froze in a mixture of horror and near-frantic hope.

He stared into the eyes of a dead man and whispered, “Jaskier?”

The Soldi--the bard frowned at him in confusion and spoke with a voice rough with disuse,

“Who the hell is Jaskier?” ___________________________

Or, the Winter Soldier AU.

A Light in the Dark Series

One will rise And one will fail, But none can escape destiny’s call. ____________

Jaskier is a bard with a secret. For all the world knows, he strolled onto a stage ten years ago and made a name for himself as the sidekick of the White Wolf. But what came before? And will he be able to escape destiny's call?

A Three Part Series Exploring My Take on a Feral Version of Jaskier

One Shots:

Star Crossed

“It’s not true.”  The man’s voice is rough as a knife over gravel and is short enough to make the bard falter at his tone.  It takes him a moment to realize he’s referring to the story he’d told as part of the festival.

“You don’t believe in the lost lovers?” he asks, offended to the very core of his romantic heart.  He stands a little straighter to glare up at the larger man.  “I’ll have you know that my story comes from the works of Master Essi herself--she knew the lovers herself.  It's the foundation story of our whole town and this festival!  How can you say the story isn’t true?”

A shadow crosses over the stranger’s face and eyes that flash gold flick away from the bard to stare at the trees and the lonely hill.  Despite himself, the bard feels his heart ache at the grief in his expression.

“He didn’t come back.”

Burn For You

Jaskier twitched helplessly as the women filed out of the mill and left him where he was bound on the floor.  He arched his back slightly, trying to see to where the fire was slowly creeping from the bed to drip onto the floor.  It hit the edge of the floor and he closed his eyes, going limp with exhausted pain.

His body ached as he lay on the ground, bleeding.  The floor was cold at his back and noise came through staticky and broken like a voice through a waterfall.  He could just vaguely hear footsteps thudding toward him accompanied by shouting.  Still, his vision refused to focus, and the only thing he could identify around him was the flickering red of the flames reflected in the cloud heavy with rain that would never be enough to stop the fire spreading through the mill.

All he could hope was that the smoke killed him before he began to burn.

Gilded With Blood (Aiden/Lambert)

Aiden watched the slowly growing pool of his life’s blood dripping onto the red rock below him. His chest rose and fell in ragged little gasps made awkward by the sword still pinning him to the earth. Pain was far away now and he knew only the cold chill of death would replace it.

As his eyes closed, he couldn’t help but think:

This was going to destroy Lambert.

A Gentleman’s Guide to Seducing Your Fiancé

It is a truth universally known that Geralt fucking hated Viscount Julien de Lettenhove.

Their rivalry was the stuff of legends, the sort that drew the eye and the idle gossip of members of court. It ensured that each time they came within five feet of the other, the entire room would go still, watchful. Eager. For what could be more delicious, more exciting than a fight between the Crown Prince and his new betrothed?

I’ll Sleep Forever Next to You

“Geralt?” Eskel’s voice distracts him from his spiraling thoughts. “What’s wrong? Where’s the lark?”

Geralt seizes on his brother in arms, near desperate for someone who might know what to do. “He’s sick. He’s, he’s coughing, feverish--”

“How long?” The older Witcher looks like he does before battle, steady and fierce.

“I, I’m not sure.” Abruptly, Jaskier’s early night has all manner of new meanings. Had he been feeling poorly that long? His brow furrows. “He sounded like he was having trouble breathing last night.” _____________________________________

Or, three Witchers freak out over a bard with a cold.

Don’t Leave Me

Jaskier’s hands tighten around Geralt before slowly losing their grip, spasming where they fall limp. “Ger--geralt--”

“Don’t you dare,” he snarls back, “Don’t you dare try to give me your fucking goodbyes. You are not dying.”

“S--silly man.” Jaskier’s smile is full of painful fondness. “Would you fight death for me?”

Geralt swings him up into his arms and nearly weeps at the sound of familiar hooves running in his direction. “Every. Fucking. Time.”

Between One Heartbeat and the Next

Please. Please, not this.

Don’t make him listen to Jaskier’s voice beginning to strain in a way it never did on stage even as he continued to reassure Geralt.

“It’s okay… Geralt, you’ll be okay.”

Not without you.

“You’re...gonna be fine in...just a little while.”

You won’t.

“ ‘s...not...so bad...like going to sleep.”

Nononononopleaseno

Waiting for the Sun

Jaskier was dying.

The confirmation came with each cramping, shallow breath and spots of grey drowning out the mottled stone walls that would become his tomb. After all the years he’d spent terrified of this moment, it was almost anticlimactic to realize he was too tired now to fight back any longer. He was dying. The world would continue without him.

Blood dripped from his fingertips and formed erratic patterns against his own skin. Over the sound of his racing heart he could hear footsteps and murmured voices that made him want to vomit or rage in fury.

They were watching him. He didn’t need to look up into the window to see the strange faces twisted into cruel smiles, pleased at his suffering. He hated them.

Not a Damsel, Not in Distress

The one closest to him raised his trembling sword with a panicked expression at the unexpected violence. “Wh--what the fuck? You’re just a bard.”

Jaskier’s smile was more a baring of his teeth, made more alarming with the blood sprayed across his skin and clothing. “Your first mistake was believing that.” _____________________________

Geralt and Jaskier are ambushed by a pack of mercenaries. It was really their fault for believing the yellow eyed Witcher was the only threat.

Frantic

Geralt was hanging limply against the rough bark. Two daggers kept him pinioned like a bug in place and left dark streaks of drying blood down his arms and exposed chest. Silver hair was matted close to his forehead from a sluggishly bleeding would that left golden eyes hazy and unfocused. Worst still were the bruises littering every inch of exposed skin like a collage of torment.

His Witcher had been tortured.

———

There was a name for the emotion burning like fire in his blood, eating away at the dandelion bard that had made his living seeking the pleasure of others. A simple phrase that barely encompasses the new tension in his bones and made his mind focus with singular, violent intent.

Wrath.

A Blade in the Back

There was a flicker of movement at his side and he felt something slam into his unprotected flank.  Magic blew past him, ruffling his hair but leaving him unharmed. Surprised by the sudden attack, Geralt stumbled and whirled to face whoever had hit him.  

Only instead of a beast, he saw a bard.

Jaskier clutched at his chest where a dark stain seemed to spread over his heart.  His bright eyes stared at Geralt helplessly, mouth opening and closing without sound.  Geralt stared back at him in shock until Jaskier dropped heavily to his knees, collapsing like a puppet with his strings cut. ___________

In the midst of a battle, Jaskier is hit with an unknown curse. All at once Geralt finds himself locked in battle with the only man he wants to protect.

The Sweetest Poison

“And what do you want in return?  Your freedom? Your safety?”

Jaskier didn’t flinch from her scorn and Geralt could see his knuckles go white with the force of his grip around the small vial.  “Save him.”

The mage stared at him for a beat before letting out a burst of laughter that echoed off the wall like the flutter of vultures wings.  “All this trouble for the Witcher?” she asked incredulously, “Tell me, boy, do you really think he would do the same for you? That he cares at all what happens to the bard who follows after him like a lost puppy?”  She stepped forward, confident as a soldier preparing his death blow. “Oh, I know who you are, bard. I watched you trailing after the Witcher, eager for every scrap of affection or interest he’ll toss your way. I’ve seen the way you look at him.”

Jaskier was breathing heavily now, jaw clenched tight enough that Geralt could see the muscles fluttering with effort.

“Were you hoping this ill-conceived rescue mission would be enough to make him finally notice you?” she murmured with a mocking smile, “Poor little bard--always singing of love but never truly experiencing it.”

Into the Jaskierverse Additions:

Interlude: The Thief

Jaskier opened his mouth to cry out, to scream, anything, but it was ripped away by the jagged shards of reality tearing through him.  It was the djinn all over again.  The agony of watching Geralt disappearing beneath the rubble of the house.  The first chill that always signaled Geralt returning to Kaer Morhen.  The pull of power and magic that he now recognized as the moment before a spell hit and he was left with no option but to wait for the pain to hit--helpless in the whims of an unnatural force.  

Only this time there was nothing to stop the raw power that seemed determined to unravel him down to his very soul.  

He

     was

                remade.

Not Without You

“Geralt?” he finally whispered, a fragile hope in the familiar word.

“I’m here,” Geralt said as he crossed the room to stand next to the table.  “I’ve got you.”

Kicking aside the corpse of the mage, he fumbled with the restraints until he was able to release Jaskier’s arms and legs.  They twitched weakly against him and Geralt ran his hands over the rough shirt and pants Jaskier had been dressed in, searching for any other injuries.

“Geralt?”

“It’s me,” Geralt soothed. “They won’t hurt you again, I promise.”

Jaskier’s hands found an anchor against the front of Geralt’s shirt and he shuddered violently.  “I thought...I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.”

#geraskier #my stuff #geralt/jaskier #geraltxjaskier #jaskier/geralt #whump #angst #Angst with a happy ending #modern au #completed story #ao3feed #masterlist #feral jaskier #badass geralt #badass jaskier #lambert/aiden

[lacedwithkace]

#witcher books #the covers are badass but why tf did they have to put the netflix stickers on #i dont even like Witcher netflix #last wish #blood of elves #book geralt over any other geralt

[lcsthings]

Galahad seeing a beautiful naked woman in a stream, thinks it’s the lady of the lake. But really it’s just Ciri. Then she opens her mouth and the spell is dispelled lmfoandhdj a potty mouth lady.

“Get up! Or not. While you’re down there, you can rub my feet. Thank you, you are very kind. I said my feet, not my ankles!”

#[ ooc: nemo talking ] #( #and the scar on her face but lmaoooo #honestly the last two books had me halfway sleeping #because it just jumped around to so many different characters #and if it had nothing to do with geralt and the group yen or ciri #I didn’t care at that point #but that scene had me laughing. #honestly yes the books were written by a male #who likes breasts too much #BUT he did make some badass female characters #with realistic. flaws #)

[guinevereslancelot]

all the best badass male fantasy heroes aren't cool bc they have a magic sword and an cool backstory btw. aragorn and geralt of rivia would be nothing if they weren't also, fundamentally, horse girls

#im right #all the best fantasy men are horse girls #aragorn and geralt of rivia are unrivaled for this #lotr #this witcher #this has been a shitpost #humor #@ the person who tagged hiccup from hotd you are so right he is literally a horse girl as well #honorable mention to arthur morgan based on the amount of ppl tagging him despite being in a dif genre. horse girl man transcends fantasy

[fantasyoftales]

Zoltan Chivay

#witcher 3: wild hunt #witcher 3 #witcher #dwarf #fantasy #Zoltan Chivay #witcher Zoltan #Badass Dwarf #Novigrad #Jaskier #Dandelion #Geralt of Rivia

[lindira]

They should cast Pedro Pascal as Geralt in The Witcher so he can have the market cornered on the “Reluctant Dad to a Very Important Badass Kid” trope.

#pedro pascal #the witcher #the last of us #the mandalorian #he’s a better actor than liam hemsworth anyway

[bardic-mess]

Let's be fair. If you fuck with Jaskier in anyway you're just an idiot. He may not be the best at fighting for himself but this man has the love of some of the most powerful people in the continent.

Like his best friend is Geralt of Rivia! Probably the best Witcher on the continent thanks to that double mutation. He will kick your ass if you touch his bard!

His best frenemy and bitching buddy is Yennifer of Vengerberg the most badass powerful sorceress. She can and will save his ass from any situation.

He is the uncle of Ciri! The girl who holds the fate of the world in her hands! And who is the most powerful person you could probably come across! This girl holds so much love for the bard that if you even try and take him away I think you're dead on the spot.

And then any elves he's ever saved! Like you think you can hurt the Sandpiper if there around?

He also has the dwarfs on his side after he ran in to help them! Hurt Jaskier? Prepare to have your head bashed in!

Plus the King of Redania who loves him so much he was willing to give everything up! This kingdom with one of the best armies, I wouldn't put it past Radovid to send the whole army after one man if he fucked with Jask!

Like fucking with the bard is like signing your own death certificate. You mess with him you mess with everyone above.

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