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userkhael · 2 years
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ANYA CHALOTRA as Yennefer of Vengerberg Behind the scenes of The Witcher S3
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Jaskier's doublet - Prairie Points -
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melodyalanaroster · 2 years
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The Witcher
The theme for the Otome Haven Discord Server’s Halloween Event is: Fantasy and it starts on Monday... So, I decided to go ahead and make my submission for it!
My original plan was to just make Yennefer... But I got inspired to make Nathaniel into a Witcher and a design for Ciri!
I made Ciri in the custom sucrette maker.
Yennefer was made in photoshop. I took 3 different tops, cut the pieces I needed, added them to one of the wedding dresses, cut the arm decorations from one of the music events off at the elbows, added a choker from a Christmas event, the moon and stars earrings from an early UL episode, used the wig from a Summer event, used the mask from 2022′s music event, and the drink from 2022′s Valentine’s Day event.
Nathaniel’s sprite was originally one of the Easter sprites that I edited. I recolored his hair and added his medallion and sword.
The background is from the Netflix animated movie The Nightmare and The Wolf.
I like to think that this is Nath, Alana and their daughter Aurora in cosplay!
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carlarzall · 5 months
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[ old art ] geraskier
some old art again some more
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major-trouble · 1 year
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Hello! I am honoured to have written this Hallmark-inspired Eskel/Letho fic for @avengeful-bunny for the @witcherficwriters Winter Gift Exchange. I hope you enjoy and that you have a wonderful holiday season!
It will update on Saturdays.
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(R) Blurb: Vernon & Ciri: Best Part
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The trip to Kear Morhen already was one that tried out even the best of witcher. Cirir and Vernon had gone there thousands of times, but never to just spend a healthy flightless weekend.
A weekend was bound to be filled with peace, training, and good sex.
A full weekend just for the two of them. Everyone else had managed to leave Kear Morhen. It was cold and dark when they first arrived, and it only got colder as Vernon and Ciri settled in.
It took nearly two hours before the two of them had a good warmth traveling around the rooms.
Vernon had caught a good-looking stag hauling with them as they made their way up to Kear Morhen.
"You know you might wanna cook that Roche," Ciri said as she gathered clean fabric for the beds. Vernon could cook a good meal even when the two of them were on a dirty path traveling together in the winter's cold breeze.
But here at Kear Morhen Vernon was the master of food. Cirir and Vernon hadn't gathered much hoping that Kear Morhen had some food left behind. Both being right, that night Ciri and Vernon ate like kings and queens in their books.
Stag, some small potatoes, and wine. A good meal that any witcher or traveler would dream to have every night. Cirir and Vernon didn't talk much during dinner. Rather than stuffing their faces with juicy meat, a wine that soothed the throat.
Later that night Vernon couldn't stay still from the lull of sleep coaxing him to bed with Cirir but that big beautiful sky that Kear Morhen looks out on was dragging him outside before he could manage his own feet.
It was beautiful outside. The contrast of lower city lights that were like stars in the distance, and cold that splashed hard against his warm flesh. Cirir hadn't noticed Vernon was gone til she walked outside, her gear had been taken off. A loose-fitted shirt that looked like it once belonged to Vernon was wrapped around her frame. Concealing her from the harsh cold outside.
"Vernon?" She said quietly. "Hi, doll." his words are short a roughness to them. "Are you okay?" The ever-concerned Cirir couldn't help but feel on edge even here at Kear Morhen. Not with her lover standing in plain sight.
"Yes, everything is fine, the stars they just caught my eye. We should go back inside. The cold is making your nose redden." Vernon said turning and taking Ciri's hand his own. The warmth was still laced around his skin heating Ciri up even with her cold witcher skin.
Ciri was like a heat magnet when she was in the right place and it didn't take long for the two of them to gather underneath the sheets.
Between the sheets, the warmth only grew. Legs tangled as the two of them faced each other with small smiles tracing both of their faces.
"You said the stars caught your eyes, "Ciri said first. Her hand was combing lightly through Vernon's hair. Small talk isn't what Vernon is good at, but something about Ciri always caused him to do the unthinkable and the uncomfortable because she was worth everything to him.
"Yeah, the stars they remind me," Vernon said, his hand resting nicely on her hip. The dip of her warm skin. "Come now Vernon don't keep me on a short leash," Ciri said tugging lightly on his short hair. "Fine fine, you win Ciri but only because you're so warm."
"They remind me of what it felt like. My childhood. Cold nights on the streets watching my mother from afar. Wishing and hoping for a better life. I wished on a lot of damn stars. But nothing ever came." Vernon said. The truth of his words hit him a little too hard for his liking.
"I wished on stars when I was a child to Vernon. I always wished for someone a warmth that I could never find. That was stripped away from me as a child." Ciri said as she snuggled deeper into Vernon touch. His body was a solid brick but it gave her safety and warmth. Even though she was a witcher Vernon had always been her safety. Her secure place. Arm and legs tanlged together in perfect harmony. Blancing on the string of love, hope, and tender moments.
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Completed on: 12/19/22
Posted on: 12/20/22
The Heros-
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lady-sigyn · 2 years
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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia & Jaskier | Dandelion, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon & Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia & Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Jaskier | Dandelion & Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Triss Merigold/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon & Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon & Jaskier | Dandelion Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Vesemir (The Witcher), Witchers (The Witcher), Sigismund Dijkstra Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Pining, Mutual Pining, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Happy Ending, Eventual Happy Ending, Everybody Lives, BAMF Jaskier | Dandelion, Spy Jaskier | Dandelion, Fae Jaskier | Dandelion, Part-Fae Jaskier | Dandelion, Protective Jaskier | Dandelion, Protective Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Has Feelings, Jaskier | Dandelion Loves Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Loves Jaskier | Dandelion, Geraskier, Jealous Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jealous Jaskier | Dandelion, Idiots in Love Series: Part 2 of The Secret Life of Jaskier Summary:
Taking place after the s2 finale, this is my version of s3 because I know that they will try to destroy Jaskier and I will not let them do that.
After the battle, Jaskier is tired. He just wanted a break from it all. However, Geralt is determined that Jaskier accompany him and Yennefer to the coast so that they can train Ciri at Yen's magic fortress. Unsure if he is willing to have his heart broken again, Jaskier is thrown into danger as his past catches up with him.
A past that no one was meant to discover.
Updating every one to two weeks.
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witchaphe · 10 months
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idk if i ship them but the show is definitely trying to make me
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kaermorhenbigbang · 2 years
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The Strongest of Needs
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Fated? Jaskier and Lambert? You bet they are. And now they’re figuring it out.
Fic: The Strongest of Needs by @hallistarling (ao3 link)
Art: Fireplace Proposition by @justreadingsomequalitysmut (ao3 link)
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sinfulpetgirlrd · 10 months
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Fandom: The Witcher
Rating: Explicit
Warning: Expect everything to be way out in left field, then take that expectation and throw it in a river. Remember, this is the witcher universe. It’s a cruel and violent world. Gore/sexual situations(con or not) will be described, strong/offensive language will be used. People will emotionally break and have their ability to “live on” tested (some might fail). What happens really just depends.
Chapters: 14/?
“Did you really have to rip up my tights? I would have removed them,” Regis questioned, a hard line forming between his eyebrows as he bent over to pick up a large scrap of cloth from the ground. The garment, much to his dismay, was totally unsalvageable, no amount of coin could save what used to be his favourite pair of green winter tights. Magic might have been an option; he was far better off than he used to be. The fact that he had managed to shift into his true form without skull crushing pain was proof of that. Still, he was no elder.
Whatever he conjured up from the scraps would have been nothing more than an illusion. Pretty to look at, if not totally useless and a waste of effort. Nope, all the tights were good for now was to wipe away the evidence of their violent and much-needed coupling.
Lovingly cursing his and Dettlaff’s ferocity and making a mental note to buy a new pair when they had a few moments to spare, Fitheach set to digging through his discarded satchel. The bag was fuller than ever before, thanks in part to his inability to enter the crypt that he had called home for the last two months. Thus, he had to pack more than just the usual medical items and herbs he tended to carry. Digging through the many interior pockets, Regis pushed aside the chew stick he used for his teeth and his favourite wide-tooth fish bone comb, before letting out a small aha!
Read the full chapter on AO3(be sure to read the tags and chapter notes. Your only warning lol)
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projectcatzo · 2 years
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But when will they add Henry Cavill to the Witcher 3
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ficsforfundota · 2 years
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Witcher (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Jaskier | Dandelion/Rience Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Rience (The Witcher) Additional Tags: memay2022, MerMay 2022, MerMay, Mermaid Jaskier, non human jaskier, Creepy Rience (The Witcher), Sa, Breeding Kink, Accidental Pregnancy, Mpreg, Kidnapped, merman Jaskier, slave jaskier Series: Part 21 of Mermay 2022 Summary:
Rience buys a merman and decides to have some fun with him, little does he know human males can get mermen or mermaids pregnant.
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on-a-lucky-tide · 2 years
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Back on my Author Eskel bullshit.
I'm going to turn this concept into a longer thing for either the Witcher Summer Camp or Eskel-pades (or maybe both). Eskel is as soft as a marshmallow, so I'll need to add an edge to him, but I love Author Eskel. Do I do this, or my Gerskel Bodyguard AU with Author Eskel and Bodyguard Geralt? Who knows.
Anyway, Eskel is a well-known crime novelist. The sort that rivals Patterson for bookshelf space. His books are all over the world, in multiple different languages, there's a deal with A Big Name Streaming Service for a series and talk of a movie.
He does most of his writing in a tiny little coffee shop in his home town. No one bothers him there, because he will always be the large, bespectacled, dorky kid who used to run amok with his best friend, Geralt. No one cared then, and no one cares now.
He also writes gay romance novels under a pseudonym. They're very niche. Focus on men like him in small rural towns looking for love, so they're not super mainstream. He kind of prefers it that way, because the massmarket is cut throat and he can be himself in those novels.
His coffee shop gets a new barista. He's sharp, sarcastic and efficient. Name badge says Lambert. Face says Get Fucked. So, despite finding Lambert hotter than a jalapeño in the Sahara (he notes that down for later), Eskel is polite but gives him a wide berth.
Then, one day, the grumpy bastard slumps down on one of the deep sofas nearby and pulls out a tattered paperback. Eskel does a double-take. It's one of his. Not crime fiction, a feckin' romance novel. One of his earlier ones. For the first time in years, he gets that jitter in his chest. The one a writer gets when someone has picked up their work, is reading it, perceiving the gods damned words. And he... has to ask. Eskel clears his throat, "What're you readin'? Any good?" (Please say yes please say yes).
Lambert's eyes roll up from his book and he slurps noisily on his iced latte before he replies, "Yeah. S'my favourite author. Must've read this one about ten times, maybe more."
Eskel feels his neck redden. "Wow, must be... Uh, pretty good."
"It feels like he gets it."
"Gets what?"
Lambert levels him with an intense stare, as if weighing him up. Then his lip quirks at the corner and he waves airily at the coffee shop. "Being queer in the middle of bumfuck nowhere."
A pause. Waiting for a reaction.
Eskel nods, hoping his heart isn't audible.
"That's... rare. Stories for us."
Lambert's shoulders relax a little and Eskel lets out a breath. Lambert returns his bookmark reverently to the chapter end, and rocks to his feet. "Break's over. Want a top up?"
"Sure."
Lambert whisks his cup away and Eskel pretends not to notice Lambert's glance at his screen.
They talk more after that. Lambert's fun and witty; he loves dogs and he used to live further north, but left for a fresh start. Eskel learns that he likes cinnamon and can't cook; he has a degree in some kind of biochemistry, but none of the desire to use it. He longs for the open road, but it feels like his feet are made of lead and the world doesn't want him anyway.
The world might not, Eskel thinks, but Eskel does.
In his forty-odd years, he's never really had a crush. Plenty of hot and heavy encounters when he was young; fleeting, meaningless and shallow. But now he's faced with someone he wants to impress. So, he does the one thing he's confident in. He writes.
He writes Lambert a novel. A new character, a new setting, but both will be familiar. It's a love letter and a soft request. He places the manuscript in front of Lambert during one of his breaks. Asks him to give the first chapter a read cause he's not written the genre for a while.
Lambert needles him, but takes it home with him. Eskel spends a sleepless night staring at the ceiling of his one-bed apartment, not even pretending he's able to sleep.
He sits in the coffee shop the following morning. Lambert's not on shift so Eskel isn't expecting him when he slides into the seat opposite, the manuscript placed on the table in front of him. "I knew it."
"Knew what?"
Lambert pulls his beaten up old novel from his satchel and places it down on top. "You're him. This is you."
Eskel nods. His neck reddening.
"Bitch," Lambert whispers, and Eskel's shoulders droop. "I've been waiting ten years for a fucking sequel. Are you for real with that cliffhanger? Do you know the fucking p-- wait, this needs a coffee. Wait the fuck here."
Eskel stays frozen while Lambert darts off, returning with two steaming mugs he made himself. Eskel clears his throat. "How did you know?"
"When you've been listening to a voice for decades, when it's pulled you through the worst fucking moments of your life, you'd know it in a crowd at fifty paces."
"You don't read my other--?"
"Not my thing. Now, this," he ran an affectionate hand over the new manuscript, "this is my thing. And I accept."
"What?"
"You asked me out for dinner. I accept."
"I did?"
Lambert flashed all his teeth in the most disarming grin and Eskel's insides turned to jelly. "Yeah. I'll pick you up at 7, old man."
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jojo-hernandez-art · 1 year
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Ain't no rest for the witcher~ Monsters can climb on trees~
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Remedy my Adele and geraskier.
Change my mind.
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Hello. Can I request a fluffy Vernon/Ciri (the Witcher)? About how they spend the weekend in Caer Morhen. Just lying in bed together and talking. 🙏
By the way, merry Christmas. 🌸🌸🌸
Here you go lovely!! I hope you enjoy!! Requests are open til the end of this month
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