#nekkers

[witcheringways]

"Ugly Bastard..."

[hiswitcherr]

nekker slaying moments

endless tw3 remastered pics part 16

[artistpolly]

When Nekkers stole the most valuable thing 😬

[misscalming]

I hate history as a subject- “to what extent did the spread of enlightenment ideas lead to the outbreak of the revolution” but all my brain remembers is the doomed yaoi subplot between Robespierre and Camille, Danton being an unkillable baby , Saint-Just being the worse son ever and Marat living in the sewers.

[lovecaitlined]

Ciri: In The Throes of Lust (The Witcher AU)

Ciri X Nekker. Ciri X Monsters. Yes, you read that right.

In which Ciri realizes she can slake her lust with a Nekker and other monsters…available on Wattpad and AO3.

SUMMARY:

From the Queen of Nilfgaard, to the Queen of Nekkers real quick...

All her life, Ciri has never strayed from the straight and narrow path, focusing on her role as a princess. Now of age, she's locked up in the proverbial tower, lest someone of power tries to take her away. Bored, she finds herself in the throes of lust...and what better way to slake it than with the Nekker who burrows into her bedchamber one day?

EXCERPT:

As she instinctively wrapped her arms around his back when she fell forward against his shoulders, he shot his seed into her—ejaculating thick ropes of his sludgy gunk, so musky it was nearly foul. The rank, animalistic smell assailed her nostrils yet managed to turn her on anyway. She felt his warmth streaming into her, filling her womb with the rank, virile seed…it seemed to be never-ending, for after that first burst of cum, the Nekker—without his penis ever leaving her body—bucked his hips again and began pumping a brand-new batch of semen into her cunt. Ciri could’ve sworn she felt each bubble of seed climbing his shaft before being ejected as a fresh load into her seeping, overwrought hole.

Read more on AO3 & Wattpad.

[ooksaidthelibrarian]

rough outline traced from a screenshot I took, done in Ibis Paint - a bunch of Nekkers from Witcher 3

They kind of look like they are striding dynamically towards the camera for the cover of their first album. The Nekkstreet Boys. One Dirnekktion. Nekkids on the Block. The possibilities are endless.

for @witchermonstermayhem

[tigerlyla-of-metinna]

Monster Monday: Nekker

Small beasties that attack in mobs. They leap and claw like enthusiastic fleas on a dog. Their squeals and cries are grating to the ears worse than nails on a chalkboard.

Photo given to me by The Bloody Baron. My edits in Photoshop.

[lachendelama]

Wachtrij entertainment bij Provinciaal sport- en recreatiecentrum De Nekker in Mechelen. Niet alleen voor vermaak, maar ook om er voor te zorgen dat het goed door loopt en iedereen bekend is met de regels.

#wachtrij #entertainment #denekker #mechelen

[but-a-humble-goon]

If anything I think the problem they'll be facing making Ciri the protagonist of Witcher 4 is that she has too much main character energy.

Geralt was just a professional monster hunter who by coincidence ends up rubbing shoulders with a lot of important people and getting roped in to all the ultimate destiny fate of the world nonsense just by being above average at his very in-demand trade.

Meanwhile Ciri is a runaway lost princess, child of a tyrant and heir to a world spanning evil empire who was promised by destiny to a Witcher before her birth, and on top of that she's the only remaining child of the Elder Blood which makes her basically the single most powerful and important being in the entire Witcher series and sole decider of the fate of the whole multiverse.

It's just funny in a cosmic sense how overqualified she is to be spending her nights clearing out Nekker burrows for a booze money is all.

[inexplicifics]

What is bird!milena? 👀

Well, sometimes one gets turned into a bird, you see...

Lambert is having a perfectly fucking normal day, by which he means he’s fighting a fucking leshen and not enjoying the experience. It was supposed to be a nest of fucking nekkers, which is why he told Aiden to go and find a different contract, since nekkers never pay well enough for two witchers and aren’t much trouble besides, but no, it’s a gods-be-damned leshen and he could really use a Cat right about now. Mostly because this leshen has a really annoying set of crows. Lambert can deal with vines and wolves and giant tree-monsters, but crows are agile and they keep getting in the fucking way. And then, to his surprise, a fucking falcon comes out of the sky in a stoop and knocks one of the crows that’s been harassing him entirely out of the fucking air and goes flapping frantically back up before the leshen or the other crows can react. Well, alright. Lambert kills the downed crow and takes advantage of the distraction to lob a bomb right into the leshen’s chest cavity, and that’s pretty much the fight.

[jaskier-cult]

human witcher jaskier

imagine, for a second, witcher Jaskier ... who isn't actually a witcher, but he's trying his damned hardest at it.

after he splits from Geralt at the mountain, people keep recognising him as "the witcher's bard," and they think the witcher isn't far behind him. they give him contracts and ask him for help, except ... well, Geralt isn't here, is he? but witchers are a dying breed. how many more people will die before an actual witcher will finally meander into town? Jaskier can't just turn away people in need!

so, what does he do?

he puts down his precious lute, picks up a silver sword, and he uses the long-ago sword lessons he learned as a noble's son to dispatch the nekker's nest.

he employs his own skills and uses the knowledge he gained from Geralt over the years. and he almost dies and gets hurt really badly, but the job is done! he actually did it! and when he goes to confirm the kill with the alderman, he lies and says that Geralt is tending to his wounds while Jaskier picks up the money.

this creates a dangerous pattern of Jaskier unwittingly picking up contracts when given them, even fighting off larger monsters sometimes. he eventually stops lying about Geralt being around and just takes on contracts himself. this creates rumors that travel fast, about a human taking on witcher contracts, and succeeding. and let's just say, actual witchers? well, they're mighty curious about this little human parading around as one of them.

[0dde11eth]

Geralt and Roach: Top 5 arguments

5. Geralt insisted he needed new armor, before she needed a new saddle. (It was the ab armor, she insists its ugly.)

4. Geralt tries to prevent Jaskier from spoiling her with treats and braiding flowers into her hair. She deserves luxuries.  

3. One time geralt tried to use Nekker Pheromone spray on her. He insists that it was for her protection. She insisted it stinks and she doesn’t want to smell as bad as him

2. Geralt keeps trying to eat her salt lick

and their Top argument of all time 1.

Go apologize to the colorful foal you idiot. We are on a monster filled mountain and I will not be leaving without him!

[monsterfuckerconfessions]

for a while now ive has this huge Thing for some of the monsters from tw3.... i can't play without soaking my briefs sometimes 🙈

i wanna be spit roasted on freezing cold drowner ovipositors. or gangbanged by a feral pack of tiny nekkers, so small they can easily fit three ridged cocks at a time in my tight cunt. or be an alghoul's free use mate and be stuck constantly on fat slimy ghoul dick. or tied naked to the bow of a skellige ship to occupy the sirens' mouths and keep them distracted. or fucked by an invisible foglet while his invisible friends rim my ass and choke me on their tongue. or tied up in an arachnomorph's webbing deep in their cave with only a whole cut out for breeding.

basically, if it's a pack monster, my legs are spread and my pussyheart is open 🤤

.

[skovenshemmeligheder]

*potion made out of ghoul ass hair, pee, nekker spit, dirt and 9 liters of vodka*

Geralt:

[dukeofdogs]

Gwent: The Witcher Card Game | The cards that could’ve been 23/?

Lanterbearer Wraith (Karol Bem), Highborn Vampire (Daniel Valasis), Furious Ice Giant (Oleksandr Kozachenko)

Nekker Big Boss (Karol Bem), Succubus Mistress (Katarzyna Bekus), Viper (Anton Nazarenko)

Ancient Leshen (Bogdan Rezunenko), Woodland Hag (Alicja Użarowska), Angered Treant (Anton Nazarenko)

[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon - Odd Jobs

Witchers make a living by walking the Path. Every Spring, Geralt travels back and forth across the Continent, offering his services in exchange for coin. Most of the jobs he takes involve getting rid of monsters, or bringing back the pieces of them that mages or healers need for their spells or potions. He's also done bodyguarding, bounty hunting, and even the odd job here and there.

Geralt had no idea that the job he was going to take was going to be one of those odd jobs.

He'd been approached by a boy of barely 8 years, begging him to help him get rid of a monster.

Great. A child. Geralt did not like dealing with children. They tended to scream a lot, and p*ss themselves. Or follow you around and talk incessantly, and they had no sense of personal space, like a certain someone he knew...

"Stop doing that with your face, you're scaring the poor boy!" Jaskier admonished Geralt, who was scowling. Geralt attempted to look a little more friendly.

"Well, now you just look like you licked a nekker's ar*ehole!"

"Hm!"

"Just go stand over there and let me handle this."

Geralt waited by Roach while Jaskier talked to the boy. He had probably been sent by his parents while they ran other errands. How inconvenient. But as long as the job paid well...

Jaskier returned moments later, his expression odd. "He said to follow him, and he will show us where he saw the monster."

Geralt frowned, "Jaskier, what the h*ll is going on?"

"He wants to hire you to get rid of a monster? I mean, I thought it was obvious, Geralt."

"I'm being hired by a child?"

"He said the pay was negotiable. We can always talk to his parents afterwards."

Geralt bristled, then 'hmm'ed and looked away, thinking. There were so many things about this that he didn't like. But what harm could it do to go and look? He could tell the boy wasn't lying, and was truly afraid. Geralt didn't want to leave things to chance.

They followed the boy on foot, having left Roach in town since they weren't going far, according to the boy. Geralt 'hm'ed in quiet disaproval as the small human led them off the road, cut through the grass and led them into the forest. Jaskier's eyes were sparkling with excitement when the boy paused and said "This is the way to our hideout. It's a secret, so you can't tell anyone about it!" He looked at Jaskier.

The bard quickly nodded, held up his left hand and used his right to cross his heart.

The boy looked at Geralt expectantly.

Jaskier looked at Geralt expectantly.

Geralt 'hmmm'ed and crossed his heart.

The boy nodded, satisfied, and led them along a path that was little more than a deer track.

They crossed a small stony creek, turned right at a massive, rotting tree stump, and walked down an ancient sunken lane. Jaskier was frantically taking notes and making sketches in his notebook, babbling on excitedly with the boy about the holloway. Geralt knew he was probably already mentally composing an embelished song about a fae tree tunnel or something.

The path was short, and ended at the remains of an ancient stone wall. There was a large hole in it, large enough for a man to pass through. The boy clammered through the hole with practiced ease.

Geralt walked up to the crumbling wall and 'hm'ed' unhappily.

"Oh, where's your sense of adventure?" Jaskier asked as he ducked through the little tunnel.

"It seems to have b*ggered off somewhere with your common sense."

Jaskier's arm poked back through the hole on Geralt's side of the wall. His wrist did a complicated little twist, fingers doing a fluid little dance, and then, with a flourish, he extended his middle finger.

Geralt slapped the hand down and followed him through the wall.

On the other side was an impressive, if somewhat lopsided, and crooked structure that looked like a woodshed with inexpertly done additions. It was a slapped together conglomeration of stones, sticks, various tree parts, and scavenged bits of building materials from the town.

There was also a pack of children of various ages gathered a healthy distance away from the 'hideout''. They huddled tightly together when they saw Geralt approaching, cringing when his shadow fell over them.

Geralt looked down at them, at their frightened faces, and rumbled quietly, making his tone as soft as possible, "I'm here about the monster. Your friend hired me to get rid of it."

One of the children, a girl of about 6 years, inched forward and quavered, "It's a bogeyman! It came out of the corner by the fire pit and screamed at us! It chased us out and we haven't been able to go back in. Merik tried to go in yesterday, and it was still there! It screamed and came at him from the shadows."

"A bogeyman," Geralt said cocking an eyebrow. He looked at Jaskier, 'hmm'ed and said, "A bogeyman," in case Jaskier hadn't heard the first time.

Jaskier gave him a warning look before crouching down, "Can you describe it for him, love?" he asked the little girl. "So he knows what kind of bogeyman it is?"

The bogeyman was blurry, had big, black holes where it's eyes should be in it's deathly white face. It's body was made of inky shadows and wind. And it screamed like a banshee.

It didn't sound like any monster Geralt had ever seen. He decided to just go have a look for himself.

"Stay with the children." Geralt said to Jaskier as he marched off to the jumble of a house. He carefully cracked open the door and slipped inside. It was dark, but he could easily see what had frightened the children. It was up in the rafters in the corner, watching him.

Geralt rolled his eyes and, since no one was around to see him, smiled. Kids and their imaginations.

Jaskier was entertaining the children with one of those inappropriate songs about body parts and bodily functions that kids love so much, when crashing and screaming erupted from inside the house.

The children screamed and joined Jaskier in hiding behind a fallen log. There were thumps, bumps, scrapes, and thuds overlayed by Geralt's growls and shouted expletives.

Jaskier and the children gasped when Geralt came flying backwards out the door, crashed to the ground, jumped up, and charged back inside, roaring like a bull. There was more screaming, more sounds of struggling. The children were peeking over the edge of the log along with Jaskier, imagining the epic battle that was raging inside.

Geralt crashed through one of the windows on the side of the house, rolling and struggling with a black, shadowy thing that was flapping and flipping in his hands.

They disappeard behind the house as they struggled, and then reappeard, rolling on the ground. Geralt punched and kicked, and slashed at it with his silver sword. He gained his feet, grabbed the thing and started beating it on the ground, then pinned it in the dirt with his sword and cast Igni. The thing burst into flames, turning to ash.

Once the nightmare had been slain, the children had calmed down and came over to confirm that the bogeyman was really dead. Then it was time take care of business.

Jaskier watched as Geralt accepted the payment for his contract. He solemnly held out his hand, and the boy dumped a collection of items into it. There was an impressive amount of coppers, and an assortment of bits and bobs.

"You said the pay was negotiable. I'll take this as my payment," Geralt said, taking a cat's tooth out of the pile. He could give it to Yen for her spells. He handed the coins and other treasures back to the boy, then rose and nodded to them.

He was mentally thrown off balance when several of the children hugged him. He patted their heads awkwardly and assured them that their secret hideout's location was safe, then went on his way.

"So what was it?" Jaskier asked as they navigated their way back to the road.

"A barn owl. I cast Axii on it to keep it calm and wrapped it in an old cloak I found in the corner. I let it go when I went around the back of the house."

Jaskier laughed, "So you just stomped around, banged on some stuff, and made a bunch of noise to make it sound convincing. And let me guess, you used Aard to throw yourself through the door?"

Geralt: *Affirmative Hmm*

"Well, it was very believable, especially the part where you were struggling with the bogeyman outside. Very convincing. Have you ever thought of going into theater? You'd make a good actor."

"No. I have too much self respect."

"But you would look so good in hose! You have very nice legs, and such a lovely bott-!"

Geralt bumped Jaskier, causing him to step in a pile of fresh deer droppings.

"My boots! These were new, you jacka**!"

They made it back to town, Jaskier had fodder for his next song, and Geralt had a humorously odd story to tell that winter.