#Cutagens (Cute Mutagens)

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 57

Jaskier likes hugs. Like a lot. Like dozens a day, a lot. Which is why it's so odd when Jaskier suddenly stops touching Geralt unless he he absolutely has to. Geralt is admittedly getting quite jealous, however, because Jaskier hasn't stopped touching anyone and everyone else. Has the horror of being a witcher finally set in for the bard? Is he disgusted to so much as lay a finger on him, now? Geralt starts just being concerned about it, however, when Jaskier keeps almost hugging him. So Jaskier clearly wants to hug him, but refuses to do so. Did someone say something? Is he worried about Geralt? He worries for Geralt an awful lot. Oh fuck, is he cursed? Geralt finally breaks and asks (demands) Jaskier why he stopped hugging him, when Jaskier clearly still wants to. "It's because you hate it! Obviously! I- I'm trying to be a good friend!" Geralt knows he can be a bit stoic, but he thought Jaskier would take the fact that Geralt hugs back and doesn't shove him away as more than enough motivation to keep doing what makes him so happy. "I never felt so bad. I really thought you had no problem with me being so- So clingy. If I had known better, I wouldn't! Honest, Geralt!" "Why do you think I have a 'problem' with it?" "You growled at me!" Oh fuck. He purred. Jaskier doesn't know he can purr.

[0dde11eth]

Jaskier wanting to try something new and ✨️kinky✨️ in the bedroom

He wants to have sex in front of a mirror

Geralts willing to do anything for his top bard, and agrees

Unfortunately before their activities can be too fun, geralt catches sight of their reflection.

His wolfy instincts take over and he starts growling at the mirror, and gnashing his teeth.

He gets very upset and demands to know who jaskiers having sex with in the mirror, and is this stranger challenging him???

Jaskier ends up laughing too hard to continue.

[ccghastly]

Wolf Witchers have Mutagen Lineages.

Back in the earliest days, after the schools split, the mages of the wolf school were constantly experimenting with how different mutagen, trial, and spell combinations affected a witcher's mutations, abilities, and survival rate.

Eventually the mages decided to keep a few bases to work from, a few control subjects, so they could have an idea of what changes did what.

These 'bases' being the earliest successful Wolf Witchers. The few that lived through the primordial undiluted Lets-See-How-This-Kills-Them trials.

Building from these bases lead to lineages or 'lines' of wolf witchers that show similarities in their mutations.

For Example: One line is physically bigger but is anaemic, another has more chaos energy but tires quickly, one has the most enhanced sense of smell but hearing little better than a human's, and another has a sixth sense for danger that borders on prophetic but gets crippling migraines.

The young trainees aren't told whose lines they're from, but it quickly becomes obvious as their trials progress.

The Witchers that were the bases weren't told what the mages were doing either, but they were quick to catch on when trainees started coming off their slabs with Mihail's lurid orange eyes, or Jakob's long fanged lisp, or Halamut's tall twitching ears.

The ones that could bear it took it upon themselves to be mentors. Teaching the pups their tricks for managing the side effects of their mutations, and banding together to find new ones when whatever the mages twisted became more than the pups could cope with.

A few became bitter and resentful. Harassing and intimidating these false unwanted copies of themselves, going out of their way to make them suffer in any small way they could.

Others took to avoiding all pups of their line. Some out of guilt and some for simple disinterest.

It became tradition that if a witcher brings a child in from the path they're to be made of the same line.

There's also the unwavering unspoken rule that if a pup is dying the one that's to see them out is their progenitor. Whether that's giving them mercy after a mortal wound or holding them as they wheeze their last.

[0dde11eth]

OMG 😂

[0dde11eth]

Geralt finally opens up to jaskier about the mutagens he was subjected to, and how they have given him physical, mental, and instinctive qualities found in wolves.

He stands back, facing jaskier, but not able to meet his eyes. He clenches his fists, waiting for the bard to leave him, it's finally too much. Geralts too strange, too different, not human enough.

Jaskier thinks for a moment, and takes a step forward.

"I like your human side."

Another step. He brushes geralts hair behind his ear in a gentle caress.

"I like your Wolf side"

Another step. He's close enough they are sharing breath. Golden eyes meet blue.

"But most of all. I like your back side." Jaskier says as he finally gives into temptation and squeezes the ass he's been staring at all these years.

[jasper-the-bard]

I figured that I should make a blog intro post, SO

As you’ve likely guessed, my name is Jasper. I go by anything but she/her.

I may reblog a few nsft things, so heads up on that, though I’ll do my best to tag them.

My main tags are “the witcher”, “not the witcher”, “somewhat the witcher”, “twn”, (occasionally) “tw3”, “geraskier”, “geralt”, “jaskier”, “important”(PSAs, self-care shit, etc.), “queuetagens” for posts I queued (taken from the “cutagens | cute effects of mutagens” ao3 tag), and “social justice shit” (so people can filter out content about Palestine and Amazon and all that.

I’ve decided to support the Aburass family, who are number 7 in the #GazanHeroes section of Operation Olive Branch’s list of families in need. As of my updating this post, they have raised 105,586 out of 150,000 euros. Their gofundme is https://www.gofundme.com/f/Evacuation-for-the-Aburass-Family.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

i am once again asking if it is possible to marry a piece of art

this post from @0dde11eth inspired me lmao

go through the notes on that post to find some of the continued inspiration :)

tl;dr sleep-cuddly geralt is a headcanon you can pry from my cold dead hands!

[ao3feed-witcher-podfic]

by Chantress

Gezras needs help getting the kits back to camp. Eskel just happens to be nearby.

Words: 29, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game), Gwent: The Witcher Card Game (Video Game)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Gezras of Leyda, Eskel (The Witcher)

Additional Tags: Dyn Marv Caravan (The Witcher), Game-Canon Eskel (The Witcher), Cutagens | Cute Effects of Mutagens (The Witcher), Fluff and Crack, Eskel is very confused here, But he rolls with it, Gezras is exhausted, Podfic, Podfic Length: 10-20 Minutes, Audio Format: MP3

Listen on AO3

[spellwing777]

Baby bats can sound similar to human babies, apparently.

[stinastar]

@veritasrose has the braincell in group chat today:

You think witchers get zoomies?

They just send them out in the yard for a bit so nothing gets broken.

“Jaskier look how fast I can go!”

“That’s great darling!” *turns page of his book without looking up.*

[0dde11eth]

new year’s resolutions for my cat

eat right: more food from food dish, less lint from floor

get more exercise: jump for enriching dangle toy, not hide under bed till scary feathers go away

treat others with kindness: if awake before 7 am, no run at bed for flying leap to head of human even once, let alone over and over until human get up

stay positive: food coming soon. no need for scream

develop independent life skills: try eat food maybe once or twice without insist human sit on floor nearby for moral support. just try!

practice self-care: get on lap when human have full cup of coffee and about to watch the crown, not five minute before human leave for work

learn meteorology: if too cold for human to open window sixty second ago, it still too cold now. also cold outside bedroom window, bathroom window, living room window. all windows the same

[on-a-lucky-tide]

I hear a lot about Cat and Wolf Witchers doing cute/fun stiff bc of their mutagenes, but what about the other schools? For example Letho! What viper-y stuff would he do? Any opinions?

A/N: Non, thank you. This Ask has given me a new lease of life today; I didn’t think I was going to have the energy to write a single ramble yet again. It’s been tough since the UK declared it’s new ‘Christmas Tier’. Much love. Here goes…

Letho and Gaetan have been working together for a little while—they’re not yet Vipurr—and Gaetan discovers a secret that Letho works hard to hide from the world.

In the first few weeks of their partnership, Letho didn’t eat much. It worried Gaetan quite a lot, actually. The guy was the size of a juvenile Chort, so he had to need the fuel to get around, right? And like fuck was he dragging his brawny ass out of a fight if he suddenly collapsed from exhaustion. Yet, whenever Gaetan asked—occasionally going as far as to push a meal into his lap for his own safety as well as Letho’s—Letho would simply shrug his shoulders. “Maybe later.”

He also didn’t seem to sleep much. Preferring to meditate and, even then, he often got up after a while to go do whatever outrageously big men did in the early hours of the morning. Gaetan pulled his cloak a little higher and tried to ignore the growing sense of unease.

The weight began to drop off as they headed south, but Letho became no less focused or lethal. Then they had a particularly lucrative contract and Letho steered them towards the nearest moderately sized town. It was dangerous for the both of them in bigger cities; there was a price on Gaetan’s head in most of Redania and Letho didn’t have much more luck in Aedirn or Kaedwen either, so it was only when they reached the warmer climes of the south that they could find some rest. Ironic, really, if you thought about it.

Gaetan was expecting a quick meal, a wash in the backroom to refresh their bodies and clothes, then the usual bedroll and campfire combination in the nearby woodland. So, it was with some surprise that he watched Letho hand over nearly three quarters of his coin from the last job for a room and a wheelbarrow full of food. They bathed upstairs while they waited, and it took several trips for the entire order to arrive. There wasn’t a single inch of the table at the foot of the bed that wasn’t covered in a plate or bowl; they had to use the battered armchair in the corner to home a steaming pile of buttered carrots. 

“You should eat first,” Letho grunted, waving his hand absently at the food. “There won’t be much left when I’m done.” 

“I haven’t seen you eat more than a sparrow’s beak full since we started working together,” Gaetan grumbled, but grabbed himself a plate of meat and vegetables anyway. “There’s no fucking way you’re going to eat all this.”

“Hm,” Letho just smirked, grabbed a fork and set to work.

Gaetan had never seen anything like it. There was no miraculous unhinging of the jaw, but such a mutation might have made it a damn sight easier. Letho practically inhaled every plate set before him. He didn’t bother with additional seasoning on top of the salt and herbs already provided, nor did he appear particularly concerned with chewing all that much. Plate after plate loaded with meat, fruit and vegetables vanished into Letho’s stomach. Gaetan was so entranced by the whole spectacle that he almost forgot to eat himself. 

After half an hour, everything was gone. Only bones and a little bit of unpleasant gristle from the cheaper cuts of meat remained on the plates, and Letho had washed it down with an entire pitcher of wine. The huge witcher lounged back in his seat, head flopped back, one palm resting on his distended stomach. Was he still breathing? Had the food clogged his lungs? Gaetan returned his plate to the table. “You, uh, alright there, scales?”

Letho groaned quietly, and then managed to breathe an answer. “Yeah.” 

“Well, now I know why they call you Letho of gullet. Fuck,” Gaetan examined the empty plates, only to look up when Letho stumbled from his chair. “You… sure you’re alright?”

“Just… sleep,” Letho grumbled, and managed to stagger to the bed.  As he threatened to spill right over the edge, Gaetan leapt from his chair and moved forward to assist. Between them they managed to get Letho into the centre of the paillasse, with his boots kicked off. Then the burrowing started. Gaetan backtracked as Letho pulled the covers over until not even the crown of his shaven head was visible and then the large sprawl of witcher curled up into a tight ball; Gaetan watched the mound diminish until it was just one heap in the very middle. Just like a snake finding somewhere warm and dark to hide.

Outside the occasional snort or grunt, Letho was completely silent. For nearly ten hours. Gaetan didn’t want to leave him. There were several moments when the boredom almost got the better of his judgement and he walked towards the door, but Letho would give a little shudder, or a quiet snuffle, and Gaetan would stalk right back to his chair. How could he leave him vulnerable like that? He just fucking couldn’t, could he? 

Rather than sit and stare at a wall, he decided to do a few experiments. He dropped and shattered one of the large plates to see if noise woke him—nothing. Shuffled some furniture around, tried having a conversation, opened the windows (and then closed them quickly because it was a lot colder than he was expecting and it actually felt a bit cruel). In the end—a whole ten hours later, in fact—he sat down on the edge of the bed and gave Letho a little prod. “Hey, scales, still alive?”

A muffled grunt, and then those serpentine eyes appeared from beneath the blanket. “‘M fine,” he grumbled. “Stop fussin’.”

“Well,” Gaetan crossed one leg over the other, hands clasped between his thighs, conversational in tone and posture. “See it from my perspective for a moment. I’ve just spent a month travelling with Big Scary Viper Witcher, who doesn’t appear to eat much or sleep like at all, and then we get a big job and he eats an entire cow, half a field of roast vegetables, an orchard of fruit, and then proceeds to fall unconscious for an entire day.”

“Mm,” Letho seemed to be digesting the possible issue. “Needed it. Mutagens.” His mind was clearly still waking up, so Gaetan cut him some slack.

“So, what… you eat and sleep once in a blue moon because of mutagens? Letho, even I know that some mutations can be overcome for the greater good and, you know, comfort.”

“It’s… not just that,” Letho decided he needed to uncurl for this, so Gaetan was momentarily jostled from the bed while the giant Witcher unfolded himself. A moment of silence settled as Letho made his final assessment of the man next to him. “If I eat, I have to sleep. And if I move too much, it…” he grunted, uncomfortable, “it all comes back up.”

“Oh, mate,” Gaetan raised an eyebrow. “Has that happened before?”

“Oh yeah,” Letho frowned. “Contract on some bottom dwelling nobility when I was first starting out. Had a large dinner and some ale. At Gorthur Gvaed all the routines were organised around eating at night, and then we’d all just crash out in a massive pile for a bit. I just thought it was—hmm, anyway. They warned me, I ignored it because I was arrogant. I learned my lesson.”

“So… why now? Do you usually go a whole frickin’ month?”

This was the hard part. Gaetan watched Letho’s face crinkle, one of those big palms wiping up his jaw, tracing the stubble. “I needed to know whether I could trust you, but I got desperate. Was losing concentration. Needed more food and sleep than just a bit here and there.”

“Right,” Gaetan folded his arms. It was difficult to trust a Cat—he understood that—but part of him was always a little put out when he had to work harder than everyone else to prove he was a half decent person. Only half; the other half was a feral bastard. “What’ve you decided?”

“Apart from your little experiments,” Letho smirked, and Gaetan fought his own. “You sat with me for ten hours and didn’t stab me, or steal my shit.”

“That’s a pretty low bar for trust,” Gaetan raised an eyebrow. He understood though. Of course he did. He and Letho were two halves of a chipped coin that’d been summarily abused by every person that had handled it. The next words bubbled to the front of his mind unbidden and he rubbed the back of his head self-consciously. “Maybe I can, you know, help you raise the bar a bit. Or… uh, if I prove to you you’re safe, and I’ll keep an eye, will you eat and sleep more often?”

Letho looked briefly confused, lips turned down in a frown, but once he’d considered it nodded slowly. “Yeah, I… I’d like to.”

“You’d like to? As in, you’ve actually been hurting this whole time and just said fuck all?”

There was that frown again. It dragged every feature on his face down and creased his otherwise smooth brow. “It’s just the way it is…”

“Fuck the way it is,” Gaetan poked the bed with his finger to drive home his point. “Go back to sleep, scales. I’ll keep watch, and once you’re awake, we’re talking about the difference between existing and living.” He reached over and patted the Viper on the side of the jaw before leaving the edge of the bed. “One more question. Do you bite if you’re scared?”

“Uh,” Letho cleared his throat. “Grew out of that one.”

Gaetan’s eyes blew wide in adoration at the thought of a Baby Letho nipping his instructor because he’d been spooked but, as much as he wanted to sit and grill him on everything mutagen related, Letho still looked drawn. “Go to sleep. I’ve got your back, you stupid snake.” 

“Hm,” Letho smirked and slowly disappeared beneath the blankets again. He either liked it or needed it to rest properly; Gaetan made a note to ask more detailed questions later. For now, he took up his post in the chair by the door and busied himself with his journal. ‘Learned something new today. Scales is a literal snake. Maybe it’s okay to purr around him. Will investigate at a later date.’

[fairytank]

🌼 event : @whataboutthebard 🌼

day 4 sept 15

Prompt: Cutagens (cute aspects of mutagens) | Wuv the bard

a few days ago I saw this video of a diabetes assist dog who can alert it 's owner by booping them when their blood sugar drops, and thought it would work well for this <3

[0dde11eth]

I'm. Fucking. Cackling!

Lambert freaking out at his reflection! Peeing to establish dominance! 😆😆😆

Vesemir trying to maintain his stoic dignity and keep his idiot son under control

AND BEAR WITCHER! They are huge! And Lamberts so smol! But feral!

[stingerpicnic]

(Un)Deserved Kindness

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)

Relationships: Aiden & Jaskier | Dandelion, Aiden & Original Character(s), Jaskier | Dandelion & Original Character(s), Aiden/Jaskier | Dandelion, Aiden/Lambert (The Witcher) (mentioned), Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia & Jaskier | Dandelion (mentioned)

Characters: Aiden (The Witcher), Jaskier | Dandelion, Original Characters

Additional Tags: I Shook A Witcher And Intergenerational Trauma Fell Out (The Witcher), Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Insecurity, Non-Human Jaskier | Dandelion, Witchers Love Jaskier | Dandelion, Jaskier | Dandelion Loves Witchers, Soft Witchers (The Witcher), Soft Aiden (The Witcher), Cutagens | Cute Effects of Mutagens (The Witcher), Flower Crowns, Kindness, Ruthlessly Cherry-Picked Canon, Sleepy Cuddles, Violent Thoughts, Post-Episode: s01e05 Bottled Appetites, Purring Witchers (The Witcher), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Summary:

The man sighs heavily. "I guess you're right." He turns back to Aiden, bright smile back in place. "My apologies, dear witcher, it seems I've forgotten my manners." He offers Aiden his hand to shake with a flourish. "I am the bard Jaskier, graduate of Oxenfurt and Master of the Seven Liberal Arts.

What.

Aiden forces himself to take his hand in a firm shake despite the shock that's numbing his limbs. "Aiden," he says, flashing his teeth in a smile. "You're the Toss a Coin bard, right?" Aiden says, like Lambert didn't spend his whole winter bullying Geralt into agreeing to a late spring meet-up and then ditched Aiden for it specifically for the chance that the bard standing in front of Aiden right now would be there.

Sweet Melitele, Lambert is going to hate him when they meet back up next week. This is amazing.

Or: Aiden meets Jaskier when he least expect it. He promptly decides that if anything evey happened to him, he would kill everyone in this town and then himself. Which would be a shame, considering that this strange town has been so unexpectedly kind to him.

Read Chapter 1 on AO3

[0dde11eth]

Witchers can, (and love to), go downstairs on all fours

Jaskier finds it terrifying