#Witchers

[lunegrimm]

"The witches giving birth to summer"

Personal piece from earlier this year, Summer is already drawing to a close so decided to quickly post it now before autumn is in full swing :)

[madcat-world]

the Witcher: Path of Destiny (1 of 3) - Anna Podedworna

[fangirlsfavoritebardboy]

Fic Idea: Some witchers are traveling on a cart-taxi-thing like in Skyrim to get to a town during the spring. The cart-taxi man stops to pick up humans along the way, but most of them don't stay long. That is, until this painfully cheery and happy bard hops on. He's not afraid of them in the slightest, and they can't tell if he's too brave or just plain stupid. Then they start sharing stories to pass the time, and they discover the bard has done a lot of traveling with "his best friend" and seems to know about almost every monster they mention to him.

The cart stops for the night in a clearing when they hear a horse running to them. Then none other than Geralt of Rivia appears with threateningly sharp eyes. They're expecting a fight, but then the silly little bard chirps at him, "Geralt! I've been looking everywhere for you. We must decided a proper meeting spot for spring."

The happy bard all but skips to The Butcher of Blaviken, and tosses his belongings on the horse. Then, the scary, threatening, White Wolf scoots back on the saddle to let Jaskier have room to sit upfront. His body, large and broad, surrounds the little bard, and he gives the group one last look, one that promises death, before their horse gallops away.

"Oh," one of them says, "That's his best friend."

[k-laconia-bug1]

Well I was on TikTok today and the video was if you wrote a book and two siblings were on opposite sides of the war and they faced each other what would they say?

Sent this to my lovable bestie/ co-worker and they told me to post it on Tumblr so I'm sorry blame @raerae132

Jaskier stared at his older sister fighting for the enemy he saw the moment his sister eyes widened in recognition "I'll take on the bard" His sister yelled voice filled with false spite "Ready for a round of play fighting little brother" He felt his sister voice spoke gentle in his mind "Bring it on" as he grappled for his daggers the fight for a couple of moments when he heard his sister spoke aloud for the first time "Tell our parents I'm sorry all I ever wanted was for you to be protected." As She aimed her staff incorrectly a stance She showed him one explaining it was a stance begging for it to backfire onto the user "and protect your Witcher.. he has my blessing" before Jaskier could reach Her the damage was done Her eyes now soulless as she lays on the once beautiful field of flowers a smile on Her lips and tear stained cheeks as Jaskier cries over her body

[hyungin]

[jaskiersongbird]

Since the Witchers were getting so much love on my previous poll, I gave them their own!

[besosdeflor]

⠀⠀❀ ✟ lléname la boca de recuerdos

⠀pa’ tener por qué vivir mañana ✿ * ˚⁺ ͙۪

[quoth-the--raven]

[hudine]

This is something of a plot bunny I came up with… don’t have a name for it either. Just a sort of prologue. This part takes place a couple hundred years before the Witcher season 1. Cannon is an unholy fusion of all three plus whatever my brain comes up with. Will be Geraskier.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Two mages and two Witchers sat in one of the mage’s work rooms in the depths of Kaer Morhen looking utterly board.

“So why exactly can’t you do the trail of the grasses on the initiates yet?” Rennes, grandmaster of the school of the wolf, asked the mages.

“Alfred is late,” Dagobert the senior mage answered.

Barmin, Rennes’ second, snorted. “Alfred Pankratz has probably just drank too much faerie wine and got stuck in yet another orgy. How that sorcerer gets himself caught up in these things I don’t know but he does too much thinking with his cock. Remember last year? He stumbled in all rumpled, covered in scratches and bite marks, then bragged about how he had a tryst with the Queen of the Seelie Spring Court. Can you not start without him?”

“If only,” the other mage, Reidrich, grumbled, “We need an ingredient only the fae can give us, and has to be given willingly. It’s the most vital component of the formula. Alfred went to fetch it from them. They don’t like Dagobert because he used to dabble in monster production, and I can’t go without risking a diplomatic incident because King Eredin of the Unseelie Night Court took grave offence that I beat him in a game of gwent of all things.”

“That’s all?” Rennes was astonished.

“He insinuated that I cheated because I won a rather valuable magical object,” Reidrich complained.

“Did you?” Barmin asked with a raised eyebrow.

“For once in my life actually I didn’t… which is probably the only reason I got out of there with my life and without the wild hunt on my tail. Anyway that leaves only Alfred without having to get one of the other schools involved. He’s late.”

As if summoned by mentioning him the lab door opened and in walked a tall wiry man with auburn hair and cornflower blue eyes, wearing loose clothes, a backpack on his back and in holding a small bundle. He looked rather frantic. “Sorry I’m late, something unexpected came up that held me back.”

“Alfred, thank the gods. You have what we need?” Dagobert asked.

“Yes, yes, that’s not the problem—“ Alfred started only for the bundle in his to start crying. “Oh come on kid. I managed to feed you, you don’t need changed, please don’t start crying again.”

“Why do you have a baby?” Rennes demanded, moving closer, catching a whiff, “A fae baby at that.”

“Remember how last year I said I had a tryst with the Spring Seelie Queen… well apparently the contraceptives didn’t work…”

“Wait… are you serious? The fae aren’t pulling a joke on you?” Reidrich inquired while moving closer to take a look.

“Yes I’m serious!” Alfred snapped back out of exasperation, “Changelings are just a myth humans made up to explain the tragic deaths of infants. A Fae child takes around two hundred years to reach the age of majority. Even the most blind human would notice if it took around eleven years for a baby to have just a year’s worth of growth.”

Alfred rocked the baby to try and quiet him as he paced frantically. “What am I going to do with a baby that will be an actual baby for a couple decades!”

“Ok we established the baby is yours. You still didn’t answer why you have them,” Barmin cajoled.

“The Queen’s consort was rather offended. Not that the child wasn’t theirs oddly enough. Although Fae do pair off with someone for many years, apparently they still don’t do strict monogamy. Not in their nature. No they where offended the baby was half human and a potential heir to the throne. Not that it’s that likely, they are the Queen’s third child and her oldest daughter who is next in line has two children herself and another on the way. Anyway although harming a child is a grave offence to the fae she was worried her consort might harm them. So now sudden and unexpected parenthood for me.”

“Well your mother has been going at you about producing an heir for a while now. At least you can now tell her you have the next Viscount de Lethenhove. She might not even mind they’re half fae. She is getting on in years after all,” Reidrich joked and clapped his friend on the shoulder.

Alfred looked even more panicked all of a sudden. “What am I going to tell mother?”

“You’ll work something out. So boy or girl?” Rennes asked.

“Undecided,” Alfred replied and got odd looks from the two Witchers.

“What? I’m sure it has to say it in one of those bestiaries somewhere. The spring court are shapeshifters as well as gender fluid. They quite literally change their sex organs from male to female all the time as children until they settle on their gender expression… some never do and change back and forth at a whim their entire lives. They can also change into one animal form instinctively but can learn how to change into others as they get older.”

“By all that howling I think that little one is going to be a wolf,” Barmin joked, “Here let me take them. Babies are very good at picking up emotions. You’re a nervous wreck it’s just going to make things worse.”

“What’s their name?” Dagobert asked this time as Alfred handed the baby over to the Witcher with some relief.

“They didn’t really have one yet. The fae wait a while before naming their children, get to know them. I’m not sure what to name them. They’re gonna be powerful magically, just feel the raw chaos. They’re a source.”

“Right now the babe sounds like they’re gonna be a bard. Not one of those flashy troubadours either that just sing, dance, and play instruments. No a true bard that can weave magic with their voice and into their songs and music,” Barmin commented. He’d got the baby to quieten down some but was still crying, just not as loudly. “Certainly got the lungs for it.”

“I should give them a male name. If my mother thinks it’s a boy it will make my life a lot easier,” Albert said thinking out loud. “Julian. It was my great grandfather’s name, my mother’s favourite grandparent, who also raised her. It also means youthful, to see the world through a child’s eyes. Appropriate given how long they will be a child compared to a human lifespan. Julian Alfred Pankratz. We can call them Jules, that’s gender neutral.”

“Well Jules, welcome to Kaer Morhen. You’re a damn site more lucky than most boys who come through here because I assume no one is going to put you through the trails,” Barmin said to the baby in his arms.

“I’d kill Dagobert or Reidrich before I let them experiment on my child by putting them through the grasses,” Alfred stated. He was the youngest of the mages at only sixty years old, but no one doubted he would follow through on his promise. “Besides. That boy isn’t just fae, he’s Hen Ichaer, elder blood, just like his mother and the rest of the fae royal families. He was tested before I left. He’ll grow up to have the strength, speed, hearing, vision, and the rest of any Witcher. We really need to get making the potions we need. We’re running late. What are we going to do with a baby in the middle of it?” Alfred asked, remembering why they’re there.

“Oh that’s easy. We got a young upstart we had to take off the path for a while because of an incident people are blaming him for. Not his fault really, it’s just the optics. Best keeping him here for a while until people forget. He doesn’t like kids much, so we made him a fencing instructor a week ago,” Rennes said with a smirk.

“Oh… the kid is gonna just love this,” Barmin agreed with a laugh. “Don’t worry we have the perfect nanny in mind. We should leave you to it and go find Vesemir.”

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[devdas5z]

Saebom

[underrated-ggs]

Underrated bop of the day is "Higher! Further!" by WITCHERS! This pre-debut song is sung by Saebom and former member Nariu.

[awitcheress]

[flawney]

I just had a vision of modern witchers shopping at COSTCO and making their own hungry man dinners for one.

[k-laconia-bug1]

Gerakier prompt

Based From cursed Geralt au by @swan--writes

Once upon a time

A Witch cursed Geralt. Why did the witch cursed Geralt you may ask?

Well this Witch so happen to stumble in a Tavern where Jaskier was meeting up with His Sister

"Julie" The Bard began "Geralt won't eat enough he won't sleep enough he maybe sleeps 4 hours at most.. AT MOST! Julie and he's wearing clothes that He hates!"

Julie Tried to calm her brother down "perhaps bring him to home see if he can resist our baby sister puppy eyes?"

The Witch decided that she would help the Bard with many names. Witchers do need to take care of themselves more perhaps this would help?

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So basically Geralt didn't anger a Witch

Witch just decided she liked the Bard and wanted to help

The curse last about 3 weeks and it's just full of Geralt getting luxury treatment wondering why the Bard isn't abusing this for other things the only commands Jaskier gives Geralt benefits Geralts wellbeing and as much as Jaskier wants to he won't ask any questions untill after the curse is lifted

Plot twist the witch is Julie girlfriends

[stromuprisahat]

The Witcher games: Specific potions are used for specific monsters, you can combine some, but be careful about intoxication! You should investigate before every hunt, so you know as much as possible about the monster you're about to face! TWN: unknown monster: *rumbles* Geralt: *chucks down a potion*