#geralt of rivia

[dudelkin]

Волк волку волк….☝️

[ktficworld]

Fuck my sleep, I'm binge reading this series!

A Barter

Warnings: suggestions of death.

Prompt: Arranged marriage where he saw reader and immediately go "That girl is mine."  

Character: Geralt of Rivia

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The corners of the chamber are dark, the air sombre and still. The old farmhouse is crowded with the frightened village folk, you among them as you shiver in the damp chill. The fog has not receded in weeks and at least a dozen of the sparse townsfolk have disappeared in its depths. 

There is fear laced through the atmosphere, in the chatter of teeth, the twitch of the finger, and the whining of restless children. Some weep, others are silent, all are focused on the same man. 

White hair, pale eyes, dressed in leather and silver, a braid behind his head, and a sword on his back. He stands before the guild master, Todrick. The mayor is among the missing and so it is him who must act as leader to the lost. 

“Witcher,” Todrick addresses the newcomer. “We ask your assistance in clearing this fog. It has clung too long for us to think it a mere spell. We suspect something more sinister. Some beast.” 

“Likely a fogler,” the man drones flatly. “Though I’ve never seen them in the flatland. They tend to linger in swamps and mountain caverns.” 

“A fogler?” Esmeri whispers and others gasp. You haven’t any idea what it means. “Oh, my Clarence.” 

She begins to sob into her sister’s shoulder. It cannot be good. The man tilts his head, unbothered by the ripple of terror. “Gold.” 

Todrick sighs and taps his fingers on his leg. “We’re a village, we don’t deal in gold. Wool and wheat. We can offer you wares for your road, witcher. Sustenance, a room for the night.” 

The man curls his lip, “I have food. I can hunt well enough. Gold or silver. Coin.” He rubs his fingers together. 

Todrick is silent. He glances over at the other men, then his daughter. His wife is among the forsaken as well. “I’d heard witchers to be heartless misers,” he sneers. 

“It is business.” The man replies as his eyes scour around the room placidly, glossing over you as if you were a part of the wall. 

“You can sell wool for coin,” Marsell suggests. “Black barley brings a fair toll.” 

“I am no merchant,” the witcher answers. 

“Only coin...” Todrick mutters. 

“Or...” the witcher intones then thinks better of it. He rubs his fingertips together in his leather gloves. “Do you know of how a fogler works?” 

“They make fog, I assume.” 

“The fog is a screen. They set traps, they lure in the young with pretty melodies or shadows of scampering animals, or a man by the voice of a beautiful woman... and do you know what they do when their snare has been sprung?” 

“Nothing good, I should imagine,” Todrick says. 

“I will spare the details for the young and the gentle,” the witcher declares. “How many?” 

Todrick hesitates, “Thirteen by our count.” 

“Hm,” the witcher rubs his clefted chin and his eyes startle you as they dart in your direction. You squirm and move closer to Caralyn. “Might you spare another?” 

“Spare... you mean as bait?” 

“As payment.” 

“Payment?” Todrick scoffs. 

“A wife. Even a witcher might wed.” 

“Wife?” The echo rolls across the room through whispers and gasps. 

“Unless you can dig up some gold somewhere...” the witcher shrugs. “I don’t intent to remain in fogler territory long without incentive.” 

Todrick is quiet again. Once more, he peeks over. The guild men exchange looks then turn their attention to the women. No... 

“Grynna--” 

“No. My choice,” the witcher insists. 

Todrick huffs and the tension rises. The witcher glances at you again and points. “Her.��� 

[arczism]

Geralt of Rivia

[blorborotisserie]

The thing i think of the most is when my dad, the man who has read the Witcher books, played every game and watched the show with me said, "So Jaskier has unrequited feelings for Geralt right?"

[istaprqsamarmay]

Ok Geralt.

He really didn’t have to say that, but what the hell sure!

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Hehe I hope you enjoy! And I hope to continue the story soon!!

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest Masterlist

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader

Summary: You live in a small town called Claw Creek, surrounded by a deep, dark forest. Since you were a kid, an urban legend of the creature in the woods has been told. If the distant howls at night and mutilated livestock are anything to go by, you fear the stories to be true.

Wolfie-centric Spotify Playlist is here.

Sy-centric Spotify Playlist is here.

Dividers by me

Cover Art by me

Support/Reblog banner by me

Parts: (ongoing)

Prologue: The Legend of the Claw Creek Creature

Chapter One: Hide and Seek

Chapter Two: The Cabin in the Woods

Chapter Three: The Wolf In My Living Room

Chapter Four: Unbridled Instincts

Chapter Five: A Biting Truth

Chapter Six: Of Wolf and Man

Chapter Seven: Marked By The Wolf

Chapter Eight: Every Rose Has Its Thorn

Headcanons:

Beefy College Walter imagine

My Masterlist 

[lilly-of-the-valley-artblog]

Hyperpigmented Yen

(apologies for awful anatomy, perspective and incoherent faces, i used no reference and im only 17 )

Hope u like it ❤️✨

[aspiflette]

Two men, two styles, same bff quality 💙

(Thanks to that YouTube comment I read a few weeks ago and which inspired me; you made me make more art!)

[justslightlyconfused]

everyone acts like the hair/scruff doesn’t matter between seasons but please trust me when i say if Jaskier had his twinkskier™ little bard hair swoop and clean shave during that Rience torture scene, i know that fuckery would have hurt me deeply in a way i would never have recovered from

[blooms-in-april]

The next town over, black eye nice and dark, he runs into Lambert.

His younger brother grins until his eyeteeth show.

Geralt sighs and leaves with two black eyes.

Jaskier's loved ones are mad at Geralt post the mountain. They want to get back at him, but Jaskier has made it clear that he doesn't want real harm done to Geralt or his reputation.

The eventual solution Jaskier's loved ones come up with is to put out a contract. They hire another witcher to yell at and/or punch Geralt in the face.

Now, Geralt was neither blind nor foolish. He’d seen the message board. And if he was being honest with himself, he knew he’d been in the wrong—he never should have said those things to Jaskier.

“So, you know why I’m here?” Eskel asked.

“Yes,” Geralt replied, keeping his words short. One-word answers were still the most comfortable for him.

“You really should apologize to your bard,” Eskel said.

“You’re right,” Geralt admitted.

“This isn’t personal,” Eskel warned.

Geralt barely had time to brace himself before Eskel pulled back his hand and struck.

[zishiyao]

An illustration for the Year of the Snake, for some reason, has just been completed.

[dirbenaffleck]

HENRY CAVILL as GERALT OF RIVIA Netflix’s The Witcher ‧ What is Lost?

[thedemonofcat]

Part of why Jaskier chose a new name for himself was because his brother was also named Julian.

You see, he and his brother are twins. One of them was born deathly sick, not expected to survive. They didn't both to name the sick child, calling him Julian too.

Surprising everyone, the sick Julian survived, and they just kept calling both the boys Julian. It didn't help that no one could tell the two boys apart once they were both healthy.

It made succession easier though because they genuinely had no idea which boy was born first. When one Julian decided to leave to become a bard, the other was declared the older and made heir.

When Jaskier blinked his eyes open, a sharp pain throbbed in his head, the result of whatever heavy object had knocked him out earlier. As his vision cleared, two things immediately stood out: first, he was in Lettenhove, and second, his brother stood before him.

“Julian?” Jaskier asked, confusion and concern lacing his voice. His twin looked every bit as prim and proper as ever—an almost eerie contrast to Jaskier's own disheveled state. They barely looked alike.

“Good, you’re awake. We can begin the ritual soon,” Julian said, his tone cool and detached, motioning for a servant to enter.

“What ritual?” Jaskier asked, unease settling in his chest as he noticed the cold glint in his brother’s eyes.

“There’s a drought in Lettenhove, and it’s our fault,” Julian replied, his gaze never leaving Jaskier.

“Not sure where you’re going with this,” Jaskier muttered, his confusion deepening.

“Do you remember how we share the same name? Only one of us was sick as a babe?” Julian asked, waiting for Jaskier to nod. “We were never meant to be two; we were always supposed to be one. The drought is punishment for our existence. We’ve angered the god.”

Jaskier's heart pounded. “What are you planning to do?”

For the first time, Jaskier saw true malice in his brother’s eyes. “You’re the younger twin. It’s only logical that your soul rejoins mine.”

Fear like he’d never known gripped him as he processed the words. Without thinking, Jaskier shoved his brother aside and bolted from the room, panic driving him forward. He had to find Geralt—he had to.

[oonoturna]

Yennefer found out about the mountain and Jaskier took advantage of his moment to make drama.

[acaciajules]

Jaskier: And make sure you really dig your nails in!

Geralt: Why did I think this would be a good idea?

Jaskier: now ciri. We don't give people the middle finger

Geralt: that's right

Jaskier: We give them all the fingers

Geralt: what?

Jaskier: Across their face!

Geralt: NO