#Gwent deck

[geraltgwynbleidd]

This is the POWER of the WITCHERS

[ladycibia]

Playing Gwent is my main mission whenever I do a Witcher 3 run-through. Poor Ciri, I will take myself to the Toussaint Gwent Tourament before I will even go see the Crones to advance her storyline. Also I would 100% play Gwent with chibi Geralt if I could. I play Northern Realms!

I remember getting so sad when I heard the "quest completed" sound effect and then read "Collect 'Em All"...nooooooo XDDDD also, as much as I love the game, I'm still disappointed that you can't play gwent with some major characters...

[bemp0]

Geralt warmup

[eredins-a-king-aint-he]

Sometimes, the game you’ve casually been invited to play isn’t actually Gwent…

Closeups and version w/o glitch below

[fllagellant]

Actually screamed so loudly pulling this card . Legendary card of a character I love and adore ???? Gwent app u spoil me

[jupiterjunebug]

Sososo obsessed w the fact that witcher is this dark and gritty medieval fantasy that also operates on fucking yu gi oh rules. Everyone plays the dominant card game and you can and will throw down at ANY time, including at the shitty minimum wage job where you barely make enough to eat. Npcs will be furious w me for something I did and then they cheer right up when I say "sooooo...gwent?"

Made even funnier by the fact that the cards are straight up The People Geralt Knows. It's like if fucking Exodia strolled into Walmart and challenged the cashier to battle, then played himself

[1spooky-dad]

Been playing Witcher 3 for the first time (wanting to see more eskel convinced me to get it) and i feel so Robbed that No one ever told me that the whole game is just Geralt being autistic and hyper focused on Gwent. Monsters in between him and the next merchant who plays cards? The fucker is dead before it can blink. Nothing can step between a man and his funny little card game and live to tell the tale

[halfpastdead]

just remembered gwent exists

[kelemonopy]

One of my Decks got selected!

for the meme category in Lionhart's Deck Roulette Tournament

full list of meme decks

tourney link

if you want to play gwent I'd advise using my friend referal thingy we both get free stuff :)

[traaanskimkitsuragi]

thronebreaker is sooooo fun

[immortalinspace]

best card in my Gwent deck is definitely the cow 10/10 would recommed

[thedemonofcat]

It's fairly well-known that Geralt enjoys playing Gwent. Given the choice, the witcher would often prefer a round of cards over a fight.

However, what’s less known is that Geralt has a second deck—a collection he keeps entirely to himself and never uses. This deck holds Gwent cards representing the people he cares about: Yennefer, Ciri, and his fellow witchers.

When Jaskier, who isn’t particularly knowledgeable about Gwent, discovers this, he’s surprised to learn that Geralt has included his card in this special collection.

[shy-urban-hobbit]

Aiden stared at the ceiling of the wagon which doubled up as an infirmary - in the sense that it had a couple of chests of potions and rudimentary first aid supplies shoved in one corner - trying to ignore the throbbing in his leg. It was bad enough that he'd broken it misjudging the landing after he fell from the tightrope, he didn't want to add to the humiliation by looking like he couldn't handle a little pain.

He heard the rustle of cloth followed by an "Oi." And someone tapping on his splint with a booted foot, causing him to cry out and clutch at the damaged limb.

"Dickhead." He hissed at the interloper.

Sev merely grinned, unrepentant as he squatted down and held out a vial. Older than Aiden, he'd already been on the path a handful of years and was always the first to track him down and show off any new scars earned when they came back for the winter whilst Aiden filled him in on the gossip and any relevant changes to hierarchy around Dyn Marv with all the weight of a child imparting a great secret (which to be fair, a good portion of what he shared would make for excellent blackmail material. Loose tongues ran rampant under the security of home and drink and until you started on the Path, people had a habit of forgetting you actually existed outside of training or chores).

"At least now it's hurting enough you don't have to be a fucking martyr about doing something about it. Drink."

Aiden did so, wincing at the taste despite the healing draft being watered down to make it stretch further (and to not accidentally kill the newly Grassed until they had a better idea of their tolerance to Witcher potions). He had his doubts when the others told him he'd get used to it in time.

"While you're waiting for that to kick in. Fancy a couple of games?" Sev asked, pulling a gwent deck out from somewhere.

"I still don't know how to play."

Sev raised a blond eyebrow, "Fucking hell, how do you actually pass the time here? Aside from throwing yourself out of trees."

Aiden stuck his tongue out in response, "S'not like we get a chance to earn any cards when we ain't allowed to leave here."

"C'mon, I'll teach you now then." Sev said sitting cross-legged next to the bedroll and blankets Aiden was occupying and shuffling through the deck.

"Why?"

"You got anything better to do? Alright, so these are your basic cards."

They managed to get three games in - all of which Aiden lost soundly - before Sev got more or less dragged out to join everybody else for the night before they headed back out again the following morning.

"Here." He said, slipping Aiden a handful of cards "I got doubles of these and they do jack shit in most plays anyway so you're doing me a favour taking them. Get a headstart on your classmates before you head out."

Sev never came back that winter. Nor any of the following.

"Alright. How the fuck did you even manage that?" Lambert asked as he took in the cards on the rickety table in front of them, the top one was so worn it was getting difficult to discern the picture. That didn't stop it from winning its owner the game though.

"I told you. Lucky." Aiden smirked as he gathered up the cards before shuffling through them, plucking out the others which were just as worn and discoloured before handing their more pristine doubles back to Lambert, "Here. You can keep these ones."

Lambert's brow furrowed, "Why? They're in way better condition than the copies you have. Where'd you even get them anyway?"

Aiden placed them in their customary place on the top of his deck. All apart from the healer card, which he tucked into an inside breast pocket of his coat, "A friend."

[dapandapod]

How I would kiss you

Hello there! Remember this drabble? yes it's from 2022, yes it got finished in 2024! Formatting is a pain on tumblr and i'm tired, but here is soem of the good stuff, pulled out from the fic itself! :))) Read the entire thing on Ao3 here! Please enjoy!

After an hour or so, Jaskier gives up, and is in the middle of changing into his sleeping clothes when Geralt returns. He startles when the door opens, standing shirtless and feeling strangely vulnerable when Geralt locks eyes with him.

They stand there just for a beat too long, Jaskier with his arms still in the tunic he was taking off, Geralt's eyes dipping just the once to roam over his chest. Nothing he's not seen before but this feels different.

"Did you win?" he asks, Geralt finally stepping properly into the room and turning to his own bed and his own pack.

"Two out of three. That last woman had a mean deck."

Jaskier will not pretend to understand the language of Gwent, so he nods and rummages for his sleeping tunic. A soft, worn out thing, a tunic that once was light blue now so faded it looks a soft gray.

When his night time routine is done, Jaskier sits down on his bed and watches Geralt. It's almost tradition, waiting for the other to be properly done before tucking in.

It also gives Jaskier a wonderful view of that wonderful witcher body, dimples on his lower backs, muscles on his shoulders rippling under the skin as he slowly puts his sleep wear on. Very...slowly.

Geralt throws a look over his shoulder, catching Jaskier staring. Normally he would wink, but now all he does is blush and look away.

Fuck.

They talk a little about their traveling plans, about rumors of a nest of foglets two days away. As soon as their laundry is done, they will be on their way. Meaning, there will hopefully be a rare chance to sleep in, despite cruel witcher habits, and as soon as

Jaskier mentions it teasingly, Geralt gives him a fond smile.

This is not good.

They settle into their respective beds, Jaskier's heart aching in his chest. He lies staring up at the ceiling, an echo of yesterday, but without the tent and without the rain.

"You came back early today," Geralt says on the other side of the dark room. "Were they no good?"

Jaskier sucks on his lower lip. Now that Geralt has mentioned it, it’s even harder to stop, desperately wanting it to be Geralt sucking on it instead.

"Not bad. Just..... eager."

Neither says anything for a long moment, and Jaskier belatedly realizes something. Maybe Geralt was slow redressing on purpose. Maybe... maybe he isn't the only one thinking about this so much it hurts.

Before he can talk himself out of it, Jaskier does what he does best. He blurts out what's on his mind.

"I think you were right."

The darknes is quiet, somehow more quiet than before he opened his fucking idiot mouth.

"I'm always right," Geralt mutters, making Jaskier huff out a nervous laugh. "What about?"

Well.

Here we are.

"I think you have me figured out. I would want you to kiss me like that."

Not 'to be’ kissed like that. He wants Geralt to kiss him like that.

He can hear nothing but the hammering in his chest, the blood whooshing in his ear, and he realizes he is holding his breath.

"Told you so," Geralt says, and he really doesn't make this easy for Jaskier, does he?

Bastard.

".....Would you?" Jaskier says quietly, feeling every insecure inch of his heart bared.

There is another silence, and then there is movement on the other side, and Jaskier holds his breath again. Rustling of the blanket, footsteps so quiet, Jaskier is afraid he is imagining it. Then the bed dips as Geralt sits down.

Jaskier can't see much, just the dark outline against an even darker room, but Geralt surely can read the longing on his face, hear his strained breathing, his hoping heart.

"You want me to? Now?" Geralt whispers, and Jaskier nods eagerly.

Hot hands grab his, slowly guiding them upwards. The bed dips again, jostling Jaskier, and suddenly he is straddled, thighs on both sides of his, holding him in place.

"You sure?" Geralt whispers, leaning over him, fingers sliding over Jaskier's palm as he pins them over his head.

"Only if you want it too," Jaskier dares, sensing Geralt slowly leaning over him.

"I keep thinking about it," Geralt murmurs, his breath hitting Jaskier's face. "Just like this."

His grip tightens around Jaskier's wrists, thighs tensing as their weight shifts. Geralt is leaning over him on his elbow, holding him in place.

"Last chance, bard," Geralt warns him, and Jaskier full body shivers.

[artistsfuneral]

part 9

Jaskier greets Geralt with the brightest, warmest smile, the one smile that's reserved for Geralt only because it used to make him blush so lovely. Geralt doesn't blush now, but his eyes grow a bit wider, he sits up a bit straighter and Jaskier knows there's still hope left. It's still Geralt. Even after all this time it's Geralt.

"You're Geralt of Rivia, right? Your reputation kind of precedes you." Before his eyebrows can even fully knit together in a frown, Jaskier is already talking again. "Would you like to play Gwent? I heard you're always up for a game," he laughs and his heart flutters a bit when he notices Geralt visibly relax back into his seat. "Sure, have a seat," is the calm and collected answer he recieves, but the bard can see the tiniest hint of a smile in the corner of Geralt's lips as the witcher reaches for his pack.

"I'd like to apologize in advance," Jaskier grins sheepishly as he pulls out his own deck and sits down, "I hardly have any good cards so it might be a quick game, but I was told I'm a decent player."

Geralt huffs out a breath that would have been a chuckle if he wasn't in a tavern full of strangers, sitting across from a man he has never met before. Which reminds him- "The name's Jaskier, by the way. It's lovely to finally get to meet you." Geralt raises an eyebrow and places a card. Jaskier frowns and wishes for his future deck of cards, the one Geralt helped him to collect until it was perfect. The two of them spent countless nights across from each other, playing Gwent again and again until they had to get new decks because they knew each other's strategies too well.

"Most people wouldn't agree with you," the witcher says and Jaskier scoffs at him without thinking too much about it. "Most people are stupid." Geralt stills for a moment and Jaskier can feel golden eyes piercing him, but he can't seem to mind. He does make a face though, before placing his cards, because there's absolutely no way he will win this game and what on earth is he going to do after that? Before having raised Ciri, Geralt was hardly known for his patience towards strangers and well-

"You're correct," Geralt says as Jaskier loses with his next move,

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[clairedelune-13]

I cannot wait to add to my ever-growing collection of chaotic husbands.

Stackin’ up like a Gwent deck 🤣