#the witcher

[okfinechaps]

The need for rare ingredients and fancy equipment in magic is wizard propaganda to gatekeep magic from the poor.

wizard college is going to kill me I swear to god. I just saw someone without a component satchel reach into their pocket and pull out a handful of LOOSE tapioca to use as a substitute for blood in their fell ritual. and it worked. I've never been so fucking mad.

[thedemonofcat]

Jaskier has been captured by Geralt’s enemies!

Said enemies feed the bard a compelling truth potion, and they command him to “tell them about Geralt of Rivia”.

Now, Jaskier knows he cannot resist the truth potion; however, he doesn’t need to. Jaskier is a master of broad interpretation, an admirer of Geralt for the past 15 years, and a professional in turning small details into narratives.

He launches into the useless ramble to end all useless rambles.

The drink they’d forced down Jaskier’s throat left his tongue tingling, the strange sensation creeping up into his brain like a sluggish fog.

“Tell me everything about Geralt of Rivia,” his captor demanded, his tone sharp with impatience.

“Geralt?” Jaskier drawled, his words slurring together like a drunkard’s. “Oh, he’s *pretty.* Doesn’t believe it, of course, but he’s positively radiant. My handsome witcher.”

“That’s not what I meant,” the man growled, leaning closer with a scowl. “Try again, bard.”

Jaskier blinked slowly, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Well, Geralt’s a softy, really. Pretends he’s all gruff and stoic, but deep down? Big ol’ teddy bear.” He swayed forward conspiratorially, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Wanna hear a secret?”

The man hesitated before inching closer, his curiosity overriding his irritation.

Jaskier smirked, lowering his voice even further. “One time, Geralt saw a newborn foal. He got so happy, I swear he nearly cried.”

[stealinghypnosis]

under the red moon

[dirbenaffleck]

HENRY CAVILL as GERALT OF RIVIA Netflix’s The Witcher ‧ Betrayer's Moon

[awitcheress]

Damnit, @0dde11eth, I would be running a marathon and more for him, and you know it, I gotta admit....

I'd murder the goths, really...

👠👠👠

[medievalandfantasymelee]

Now that all of Henry Cavill's characters have been eliminated, it's time to determine by popular vote, who is Henry Cavill's Hottest Medieval Role?

By rights this and other polls I'm posting today ought to have been done sooner, but things got rather lost in the shuffle so, while we're finalizing the arrangements for the next round, we hope these will entertain you after our long absence.

[clairedelune-13]

I know I should be thinking of him as “Emmrich Volkarin”, as his own person.

But he gives me so much Regis vibes every time he speaks.

He even finds cemeteries peaceful, dude!

They are literally the same fucking person in a different universe, and that is the highest compliment from me.

Because I adore Regis, and therefore, I adore our resident necromancer, and I chose to save his skeleton son because I don’t want him to be a Lich king and end up like Arthas. 😭

[frenziedflame6]

the Aen Elle appreciation post 🤌

Aen Elle boys  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) prints ✦ patreon

[hngryazn]

My first actual animatic WIP! Trust the process lol

There's one specific part of this song I thought worked really well for Jaskier but we'll get there.. eventually

[thedemonofcat]

Geralt knows the marriage is necessary to ratify the treaty, but that doesn’t mean he has to be happy about it.

It’s not that he’s against marriage in general or has anything against his new husband—Julian seems lovely. And that’s the real issue isn’t it? This lovely man has been pressured into a marriage with a witcher. Even though Geralt was accepted as a warlord, people still considered witchers more beast than man.

His new husband is probably terrified or disgusted with him.

At the very least, Geralt knows the other man is nervous. He can smell it in his scent, hear it in his heartbeat.

When they enter the wedding suite, Geralt says, “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“Pardon?”

“We don’t have to do anything. I’ll sleep on the floor.”

Out of all possible reactions to his offer, Geralt hadn’t expected anger.

Julian seethes, saying, “Are you FUCKING kidding me?!? Do you know how fucking long it took to get into these clothes? How long it took them to paint my face? It takes HOURS to look this divine, and do I get any appreciation? No! The least you could do is tell me I’m pretty and fuck me like you mean it!”

Geralt blinked, completely stunned. He stared at Julian—no, Jaskier—as the man planted his hands on his hips and glared at him with enough fire to melt silver. For a long, awkward moment, Geralt could only process one thing: Jaskier did look divine.

His doublet, an elaborate creation in deep blue and gold hues, shimmered in the candlelight. His makeup—a touch of gold on his eyelids and the faintest hint of rouge on his cheeks—made him seem otherworldly, like some naughty fey prince. And his lips, painted the colour of ripe cherries, were currently pursed in absolute fury.

“You—” Geralt started, then faltered. His voice sounded rougher than he intended, so he cleared his throat. “You look—very nice?”

Jaskier groaned and threw his head back like a man the universe had deeply wronged. “Very nice? Very nice?! I didn’t spend all afternoon enduring the indignities of corsetry and the horrors of powder puff brushes to be called very nice.”

“I—uh—apologize?” Geralt mumbled

“Oh, don’t apologize, you big lummox!” Jaskier snapped, stepping closer and pointing an accusatory finger at Geralt’s chest. “I don’t want your apologies. I want your appreciation. I want you to look at me and see more than just the treaty we signed this morning. I want you to see me, the absolute vision of beauty that I am, and understand that I deserve at least a modicum of effort!”

Geralt blinked again, utterly lost. “I don’t… know what to say.”

Jaskier sighed dramatically and threw himself onto the edge of the bed, arms splayed wide. “Say, ‘Julian, you are the most enchanting creature I have ever seen in my long, miserable life.’ Say, ‘Julian, your beauty eclipses the stars.’ Say, ‘Julian, I would crawl through fire just to kiss your perfect lips.’ Is that so hard?”

[dundelion]

My recent creation

[dirbenaffleck]

HENRY CAVILL as GERALT OF RIVIA Netflix’s The Witcher ‧ Shaerrawedd

[kinghenryviii-i-am]

The Witcher UK Premiere

[fandom-junk-drawer]

*gurgling, choking, terrified wheezing* Put that razor blade down!

[hotsmoothlust]

Yennefer of Vengerberg