#gearlt

[ophierian-vp]

[dalekofchaos]

Future guest characters I wanna see in Mortal Kombat

Came up with guest characters who I think would be perfect for Mortal Kombat

Riddick

Buffy Summers

Doomguy

Master Chief

Harley Quinn

John Wick

Beatrix Kiddo

Michael Myers

Pennywise The Dancing Clown

Xena Warrior Princess

Judge Dredd

Shredder

Norse Kratos

Ash Williams

Lobo

Nemesis

The Punisher

Pinhead

Hit-Girl

Max Rockatansky

Ranye

Gearlt of Rivia

Deathstroke

Jackie Estacado

[caffeinated--writer]

Why do these wigs keep getting worse with each NEW season of the Witcher?!? I know the money isn’t going towards better writers if season 2 is anything to go by so what’s up???

Like they literally look atrocious 😭😭

[thedemonofcat]

Modern with magic Au: There is a distinct separation between the world of humans and the world of monsters. Since most human beings are not aware of the world of monsters, the world of monsters remains a mystery to them. Geralt of Rivia is a member of an organization that is known as the Witcher. Besides hunting monsters, witchers are supposed to make sure regular humans don't learn about the monster world.

It used to be that Geralt and Jaskier used to date and were very deeply in love with each other. It was, however, not a happy ending as Geralt was afraid to tell Jaskier about the world of monsters, so they broke up. Jaskier's safety is a concern for Geralt since he fears that if he finds out about monsters, then he would be in danger. The decision was made by Jaskier to leave as he believed that Geralt was cheating on him with Yennefer.

On occasion, Geralt and Yennefer worked together on jobs, they even dated for a short period of time. However, they decide to remain friends. Yennefer helps Geralt's daughter Ciri with her magical abilities.

The heartbroken Geralt makes the difficult decision to let Jaskier go. Eventually, Geralt comes to the conclusion that Jaskier has a regular human life that would be jeopardized if they were to be together.

So a few years pass, and Geralt continues to watch Jaskier from a distance. Every time Jaskier realizes that he has come up with a new song, Geralt makes sure to be the first person in line to hear it, just so he can hear the voice once again.

However one day Yennefer comes with some shocking news. A changeling has been discovered who has yet to be able to fully gain control over their powers. Fae are powerful creatures which, in comparison to most magical beings, are kept even more hidden from the public eye. The main advantage of Changeling is their ability to be incredibly powerful since they have all the regular powers of Fae, but Changelings do not have the weakness of Fae. A Changeling's only has two weakness that of iron and if someone learns their true name, not their human name, but their true fae name. Consequently, the Changeling will be compelled to obey the commands that he has been given.

Records indicate that there has not been a Changeling in years. There have been rumours circulating, however, that a soothsayer has predicted a changeling will bring about a change in fate that will last forever.

Geralt is told by Yennefer that he must find the Changeling in order to train them to use the Fae power inside of them. The Changeling is also being pursued by an unknown force that plans to use its powers to accomplish some unknown goal.

The changeling is tracked down by Geralt by using a special device that he uses to trace its location in the city of Novigrad. The job of Gearlt is to locate the fae and then bring them back to Kear Morhen so that the changelings will be safe.

Geralt finds the Changeling after saving them from kidnapping. Only problem is the fact that the changeling in question is none other than Jaskier.

Now, Geralt tries his utmost to keep Jaskier safe and unaware of the world of monsters. However, it appears that Geralt had failed as the musician possesses uncontrollable power and is being hunted down. At the same time, Jaskier is grappling with the realization that the magic is real and he has a part in it.

In order to take Jaskier to safety, Geralt and Jaskier embark on a cross-country road trip for the first time since the breakup. A romance that once flourished starts to bloom again

[raccooncityriots]

Listen, imma be real, sometimes the dudebros have a point about characters being significantly less attractive than their models, but Ciri looks absolutely fine in that trailer. People saying it’s “woke and ugly” dumb as hell. Who didn’t think she’d be the next protagonist after Gearlt??? This isn’t out of nowhere in the slightest.

[generic-whumperz]

So the other night, I was grubbing down on a fat-ass burrito watching House of the Dragon when Daemon Targaryen came on screen, and my (dumbass) partner looked me dead in the eye and asked, “Is that Gearlt?”

Not even fucking close my guy.

“Are they related, though?”

Hombre, they’re not even part of the same world.

“Well, the white hair,” he defended.

Still a hard no.

[kuwdora]

another Vilgefortz fic update!

Ouroboros: Interlude

~3k, rated M. There's a lot more dreaminess and softness to make up for the lack of sex. Also symbolism. Boatloads of it.

“We need a wash,” he announces and squeezes Geralt’s thigh. Vilgefortz sits up and motions Gearlt to follow.

Geralt raises an eyebrow, his expression teetering on indignation. “Can’t you just,” he begins and snaps his fingers, “clean us up?”

Vilgefortz could. Why doesn’t he? He could be done with it and Vilgefortz could get back to chasing his next orgasm. The restlessness is guiding Vilgefortz elsewhere. He's eager for the ocean breeze and open sky.

“I have something better in mind,” Vilgefortz says and rises to his feet. He opens a portal in front of the bed and glances at Geralt expectantly.

For a moment Vilgefortz wonders if he would have to send another wave of compulsion through Geralt, but the witcher rolls off the bed and stands in front of the portal. Hesitation lingers in his face.

“It’s only down to the beach,” Vilgefortz says.

Geralt frowns. “I hate portals.”

That was an unexpected admission. “You do?”

“Let’s get this over with,” Geralt says and walks through the portal with no further complaint. Vilgefortz follows. The crackling energy of the portal siphons the restlessness from his body.

They depart Tissaia’s chambers in the middle of the night and exit the portal on the beach at sunset. Billowy pink and golden clouds are strewn across the sky, and the final hour of light dances on the waves.

Vilgefortz takes a deep, wonderful breath and exhales. It’s an incredible view, made even better as a backdrop for Geralt’s nakedness. Vilgefortz grins, openly admiring Geralt’s body. And beyond the witcher Tor Lara juts proudly from the outcropping of rock and ocean, shimmering a vivid pink and gold.

Vilgefortz stretches, parlaying the lightness in his lungs and he calls to Geralt. “Join me for a swim.” He walks backwards into the surf, the water lapping at his ankles.

read the interlude ao3

[madamee]

I took a 🍁🍃 gummy and referred to Geralt as Gearlt of Riverdale and got the vivid image of this broody tall man just muttering "Fuck" and killing things with his sword in the strange world that is Riverdale and it made me laugh.

[pinkatron]

Gearlt and Regis make a break in the case, at Geralts expense, and Regis' secret life comes to the fore.

The vampire stole through the streets swiftly, avoiding patrols, and clutching the package in his arms tightly. The red-light district, at least the one he wished to abscond to, was not close. It lay near the pier district, for obvious reasons. His swift steps and sudden stops were punctuated by unsettling thoughts, ones which he had been ignoring, but in the silence had come forth.

He had been betrayed.

His life here, over the past decade, had been a trial in every way it could have possibly been. The city was corrupt to its core, a rotten apple with mold festering upon its skin and liquid shit at its center. The place was huge, not as big as some of the other larger cities, and by and large it was newer in comparison. It had cropped up shortly after the vampire wars and the witch burnings as a place where pirates could rest. It had become legitimate, after the pirates saw little profit and absconded into the west, where a new world lay ripe for plunder and slaving. But it was a city built on criminality, and that foundation had never quite left it.

[ophierian-vp]

[itspvg]

Thanks for the Tag: @hunter-sylvester Been some time since I done something like these but it looks fun!

3 Ships: Steddie, Gearlt and Yennefer. (Triss can go fucking do one... the bitch). Don't really have a second because I guess I am a bit too normie like that.

First Ship Ever: Guess it would of been Gearlt and Yennefer.

Last Song: Ahhh I guess it would be the orchestral epic version of Bloody Tears from the Netflix Castlevania OST

Last Movie: Oh fuck, I actually don't know. It's been a while since I think I watched a movie and I have this weird thing where I struggle to watch stuff that's new without watching it with someone. I am a bit weird like that.

Currently Reading: Does Manga count? I am currently going through Deserter by Junji Ito. Been sitting on that way too long though. Even with Manga, my dyslexia can be a little challenging with my energy and ability to read in a concentrated manner.

Currently Watching: Netflix Castlevania. I can't stop thinking about all things castlevania. Literally have went to sleep the last week every night with a 7 hour retrospective on the series.

Currently Consuming: Some sort of Lunch/Dinner sandwich I guess. It has lettuce, pickles, Jalapeño Peppers and other deli meats. And a Diet Bepis

Currently Craving: Some sort of alcholic drink. Maybe a whiskey or some sort of lovely lovely daiquiri. Zero pressure, but if any of you want to do it I’ll tag: @miraakswhore @corroded-cat

[thedemonofcat]

(Essentially, that scene from Avatar the Last Airbender when Azula taunts Sokka by revealing that Suki was captured. My intention is to write a Geraskier version of that, but I had yet to figure out what a full story would entail)

"He called your name," Rience spoke calmly in a manner which seemed creepy and yet unnerving.

Geralt stood still, his body tense and ready to move. He knew this was his opportunity to escape, and he had to act quickly. His mind raced as he considered the danger of staying any longer. Ciri and Yennefer were with him, and he had to ensure they were safe.

Despite the urgency of the situation, something within him held him back. It was a voice that spoke to him, telling him to stay and listen to the firefucker's words. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was something important that he needed to hear.

Geralt's heart raced as he tried to identify the Niflgaardian prisoner to whom Rience was referring. "My favourite prisoner used to mention you all the time," Rience had said, his words seeping into Geralt's mind like poison. Who could it be? The thought of someone being locked up and talking about him made him uneasy.

Rience's words hit Geralt like a sudden blow. He felt as though the air was being sucked out of his lungs. "The Bard was conceived. You were going to come to rescue him," Rience revealed, his voice laced with a hint of malice. Geralt's heart sank as he tried to understand what he had just heard. "Of course, you never came, and he gave up on you."

Jaskier was in the hands of Nifflgaard.

They had his Bard.

There was something wrong with this. Jaskier was supposed to be in a safe place. This war is supposed to be far away, so he must hide somewhere far away. Geralt shouldn't have to worry about any kind of danger from Jaskier as he shouldn't be a danger at all.

Who said witchers don't have feelings. They would have to rethink their thought process if they saw the rage in Gearlt as he charged toward Riences, with Yennefer able to use his magic to hold the other mage in place.

"Where is Jaskier" Geralt demand to know, only to be meant with silence. "Where's Jaskier? Answer me"

Geralt's fury was so intense that he was confident he could crush Rience's head with only his bare hands if he wanted to. If he didn't get told where Jaskier was right in that second. It wasn't until he felt a hand on his shoulder that he could figure out what was happening.

"Geralt, he won't talk," Yennefer tried to reason with Geralt. Getting Ciri out of here now was the most important thing they had to do, and they could always begin their search for the Bard once they all got to a safe place.

But Geralt needed help with thinking straight. "Where are you keeping him" The witcher yelled.

"We need to go now," Yennefer said, "We'll find Jaskier later." As she spoke those words, Geralt could hear the rumbling of horses as more Nifflgaardian soldiers got closers.

"Geralt" This time, Ciri was the one to speak up. She had remembered hearing stories about the white wolf and his Bards and had even heard off a few of Jaskier's songs.

Hearing his daughter's voice, Geralt knew it was best to leave and get to safety. But, unfortunately, it was highly unlikely that Geralt could rescue Jaskier if he were in jail or dead.

So Yennefer got on her horse while Geralt and Ciri got on to Roach. The three roads off with Geralt already trying to devise plans to rescue his Bard.

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

Silent Treatment

I was really vibing with both of these prompts today so I combined them 🤷‍♀️? I hope y’all Nonies are okay with it? It’s not exact but I think it captures the vibe? I hope?

Warnings: we got mommy issues up in this bitch, on both sides, abandonment, controlling/narcissistic parents, definition of ‘hurt’ isnt explicitly mentioned but is used mainly in the emotional sense, first fight, established geraskier relationship, it ends soft i promise

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Jaskier was surprised by this new side of Geralt every day. He was gentler, attentive, sweet, and even verbally appreciative of Jaskier and the little things he would do. A lot of things were making more sense to Jaskier now that he was seeing Geralt express himself. 

The grunts, for example, were less of a disinterested placation and more of a way to respond without showing his hand. And now that he had no cards to hide, Geralt's grunts and sideways looks were few and far between. They’d been replaced with soft smiles and little murmurs of ‘you’re cute’ and ‘your eyes are very pretty in the morning’. 

Jaskier was constantly on his toes, not in a bad way, just - adjusting. Geralt seemed to drop his walls rather quickly, though that might have been because Jaskier started their relationship off with a big ole’ “I love you and would rather die than take another lover if it upset you.” Surprisingly, Jaskier was having a hard time keeping up. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy it, he just wasn’t prepared to be the one knocked on their ass from a nonchalant compliment. 

He started to loosen up a month or so in. Making jokes again, doting on Geralt in turn, and becoming just as comfortable with their newfound openness. 

Though it wasn’t long before he put his foot in his mouth. They were taking a bath together when he did, Geralt leaning back against his chest as they shared stories of sneaking out in their youth.

“...and then my mother, had the gal to tell me she just ‘wanted the best’ for me. As if putting a seven year old under house arrest for wanting sweets is in any way good for a child? Sometimes I envy you, dear. My mother was a terrible woman. I think I’d have been better off without her. I know my father would have.” 

Geralt had stopped scrubbing at the gunk on his arm and frowned at the wall. 

Jaskier felt his stomach drop as soon as Geralt’s muscles tensed. 

“No you don’t,” he murmured.

“I-” He almost started defending his position, which he had grounds to. His mother was a tyrant and a narcissist who bent everyone to her will and slandered those who wouldn’t bow until they fled. But he knew what he’d said. Geralt had never outright said he missed the good parts of his mother, but Jaskier heard it in all the little bits of stories he had dropped over the years. How he’d wonder what his mother would have thought of what he’d become, who he loved, the causes he’d fought for. Jaskier was all too aware he’d fucked up as he lightly rested his hands over Geralt’s hips, “Darling I didn’t mean it…”

Geralt rocked forward and stood abruptly, water making a sickening slapping sound when it hit the floor as he quickly stepped out, “You had someone to protect you. Even if she was wrong, she still fed you and kept you safe.”

“Protect me?” Jaskier knew he should shut up, a voice in his head was begging him to, but alas, he couldn’t have stopped if he wanted to, “She did what she had to to keep up appearances. Don’t think for a second she protected me.”

Geralt glared at him as he toweled off, “She kept you.”

“Until I no longer worshiped her! I was out on my ass at sixteen for questioning her at the family dinner table!”

Geralt pursed his lips and set his face in a stony mask of indifference, “Okay.”

“Okay?” Jaskier felt a chill, even in the hot bath, at the look on Geralt’s face.

He simply shrugged and dressed for bed, leaving Jaskier to marinade in his stupidity. 

Of course Geralt would see having any type of mother as idyllic compared to his childhood. But there was still a righteous anger burning in Jaskier’s gut as he crossed his arms and sunk into the water up to his nose. Just because it hadn’t been as bad as Geralt’s childhood didn’t mean the things Jaskier had to grapple with were fading any faster. The fact didn’t suddenly absolve Jaskier of the baggage he carried, nor mend his broken relationship. And logically, it wasn’t meant to, but Jaskier was having a hard time seeing anything but red. 

When he got out and went to bed, Geralt was already asleep, or pretending to sleep. Either way Jaskier was too angry to call his bluff and settled down to sleep without nuzzling into his chest. 

In the morning, Geralt was already up and packing, only humming in response when Jaskier said good morning. Jaskier tried to make light conversation, to loosen Geralt up even a little, but it was met with grunts and silence. 

If he’d thought the newfound praise and range of facial expressions were a surprise, this was whiplash. It was like being thrown back a decade, when he’d first decided to stick to Geralt like tar, before he would even call Jaskier by name. He did his best to give Geralt space, but he missed their banter and how Geralt had started holding Jaskier’s hand as they walked. Part of him wanted to lay into him, tear him a new one for telling him how to feel about his mother, but another part of him wanted to wrap around him and apologize profusely, both in words and gentle kisses. Even more than either of those, though, was the sinkhole of guilt in his chest over flippantly hitting Geralt right where it hurt most. 

Finally, Jaskier couldn’t take it anymore. 

They were sitting across the fire from each other, Geralt pointedly not looking at him as the sun sank below the trees. 

“Geralt?”

“Hm.”

Jaskier took a slow breath before he continued, having told himself all day to keep his head on straight when he said his piece, “It’s not okay.”

Geralt just frowned at him. 

“It’s not okay for me to treat something that hurt you so lightly,” he clarified, catching the slight upward twitch of his lover’s brow, “I don’t need to be thankful for someone who hurt me, either. But, I reacted poorly. I’m sorry for snapping. And upsetting you.”

Geralt set another branch into the fire, his eyes narrowed as he thought, “I didn’t… hm…” he frowned and chewed at his chapped lips as he pieced his words together, “I didn’t think she hurt you. I thought you were… griping about a strict rule.”

Jaskier breathed a sigh of relief at getting full sentence responses, “To be fair, I was. And putting my foot in my mouth.” 

The corner of Geralt’s lips twitched up as he shook his head, “I’m sorry I shut down.”

“All’s forgiven,” Jaskier smiled, “I’m sorry I-”

“I know. Come here.” Geralt interrupted, holding a hand out to Jaskier as if to hold it over the fire. Jaskier took up residence across his lap instead, wrapping an arm around Geralt’s neck and laying his cheek on his shoulder, pressing his other palm to Geralt’s chest. Geralt held him securely in place and pressed a kiss to his forehead as he gently swayed, setting a soothing rhythm. 

“I missed you today,” Jaskier whispered, not wanting to break the spell of calm over their little campsite. 

“Don’t worry, I still thought you were cute.” Geralt chuckled, the low rumble under Jaskier’s palm soothing what was left of his worry. 

“Oh good!” Jaskier chirped, loading his words with an extra helping of sarcasm, “Now I’ve had a taste of your honey-sweet words, I might never be able to live without them!”

Geralt cracked a grin as he ran a hand through Jaskier’s silky, fine hair, “We can’t have that.”

“Of course not,” Jaskier giggled, more from the giddy feeling of a lifted weight from his chest than their banter as he lifted his head to look down at Geralt.

The witcher pulled him in for a soft kiss, after all, Geralt was still Geralt. Actions would always come easier than words for him. 

“I love you.” he sighed as their lips parted, only pulling away far enough to get a breath.

“I love you, too.” Jaskier grinned into the next kiss, holding Geralt close for the rest of the night. 

[the-fatal-impact]

Current mood...

[sabindark]

What if Geralt and Triss was not sterile? what if Triss was pregnant? what if the child was born with the eyes of a witcher?

[inquis1tor]

I take it back im fighting as gearlt in a bath towel

im really trying to like the witcher 3, i just got to skellige but i like. lose interest so quick