#the wicher

[aghxst]

Happy pride and happy canonical bisexuality to Jaskier. Full on twt 😘

[thedemonofcat]

Here's an idea for a fic: Jaskier is a part elf with pointy ears, but he mostly hides them from the world. During his childhood, his mother, an elf, married his father and brought him into the world before she died during childbirth. His father then married his very human stepmother, through which he could conceive his human siblings. The result was that Jaskier was the only one with pointed ears out of all of them. As a result, his ears were taught to be an embarrassment to him by his parents and everyone else around him. Eventually, as a consequence, he began to feel that he was too human to be considered an elf but not human enough to be considered a human simultaneously.

There was a time when Jaskier could make his ears look round due to the glamour contained within the ring that he lost after the mountain broke up. Therefore, Jaskier needed to grow his hair long to cover the tips of his ears with it.

It was Yennefer who first encouraged Jaskier to embrace his elf side. As a result of their shared feelings of not belonging, they became close and formed a bond.

It was Geralt, however, who did the most to get Jaskier to embrace his elf sides once he reached Kear Morhen. Brushing Jaskier hair out of his face to show Jaskier pointed ears.

Making sure to Jaskier tell Jaskier he was beautiful. No matter if he is an elf or a human.

[sadfransisko]

Ciri yelling and using Igni (or Aard or Quen?) is cool as fuck but it would also really suck to be that creature at that moment. Right smack in the face lmao

[ladymarinamart]

❤

(R) Drabbles: Vernon & Ciri- Waves

The door slams open, giving Ciri a fright. It's Vernon, standing in the shadows of the door on a backdrop of cold, dark, and wet. The rain has not stopped for weeks now. Ciri had told him when he left to be careful, but of course, he has come home with a few fresh scars on his face and a bad-looking wound on his arm.

He's holding on to it tightly. A grasp of a god trying desperately to make the pain go away. "Ciri, I need you to help me." She wasn't surprised that he asked, so she got up quickly from the table and is quick to help her lover. He cradles his arm in his hand. Looking anywhere but his arm.

"How did you get this?" Concerned like a mama bear she needs to know, and wants to know what happened to him. Vernon wars with the idea of telling her. If he tells her a lie she'll know right away, so the truth it must be. 'I'm a stupid fool." It's plain but a start at the truth. She rolls her eyes. "Yes, I know that already but I still love you, my dear."

While Vernon tells Ciri the stupid story of how he managed to get a large, and deep wound in his forearm. Ciri undresses him from the trouser up. His tunic and outter jacket go first to give her room to work.

She listens to his story with intent. Listening for helpful details, and any other things she may need to know before she starts poking at the wound. It's deep and lines his whole forearm. She shakes her head slightly at the damage he's come home with before.

"I'm just going to see about getting some of the debris out before I close it up okay.' She says softly and kisses his forehead before returning her half attention to his forearm. He hums, "Just tell me about your whole trip huh?" She suggests, as much as she knows that Vernon can hold being poked she doesn't want to be cruel. So a distraction it is.

She grabs a cloth and a hot bowl of water to catch any debris within or around the wound. Dabbing her and there where the blood had already dried. With each pass back into the cooling water it changes tinge.

Clear, light orange, deep orange, to red.

Then the water bowl is pushed back out of the way for either of them. Ciri takes a deep and long breathe before closing her eyes. Raising her hand just above his large laceration she hums to herself. Her eyes squeeze tightly as she focuses her powers on Vernon's wound.

During the entire time, he's been watching his lover. She's so technical about every single move she makes. She's got her bottom lip between her teeth as she focuses harder. And like that Vernon feels the skin start to tighten. Pulling to come together, the blood that had been cleaned up is starting to lessen by the passing second. He can see and hear her breathing herself through the action.

Within seconds the wound is no longer. Healed by the hands of his lover. She looks happy with her work, she reaches for the bowl once more and squeezes it out of the water before doing a few swipes over his skin collecting anything left behind.

"All done sweetie." She whispers as she kisses him on his head. She smiles as she dumps the water and cloth into the basin. "Next time you come home with an injury you better not muck up my floor." She hollers from the other room. Vernon chuckles and kicks his boots off dried dirt, and mud falls to the floor.

Completed on: 03/13/23

Posted on: 03/31/23

The Hero's-

[pocketpennytm]

JEANS MUSIC I REPEAT, JEANS MUSIC

[compassofsouls]

[Critical Role sentence starters]

@trickstersintime

"I don't think so."

'Hold' might have proven poor word choice, for Geralt was quick to seize the man's wrist before he could make a further move on his already shaken victim.

If there was one lesson proving surprisingly difficult in the learning, it was dealing with Astarion. Waxing and waning patience aside, it was a constant balancing act in trying to gauge the needs and instincts of vampirism against protecting the people. Moreover, time spent with the man proved a test of his moral fibre on the daily. Some days he wondered if he shouldn't just palm him off to Regis, see if another vampire would have better luck. He wasn't that desperate yet.

Doubtless if he wanted to, Astarion could pull free, so he was quick to speak. "Just hold on a minute: why's this one got to die? He just a meal to you, or is there something going on I don't know about?"

[spinchboli]

Hello Witcher followers I promise I didn't vanish into the aether I swear

Here's my witcher OC :33

[murdock-matt]

how yennefer kept tissaias bracelet :)

[gigi-does-art]

The last member!! Finally finished the designs for The Seven. I decided to have Syndril and Zacaré designs match since they are celestial siblings; the celestial siblings concept should be used more. I want more content of Syndril, he was really intriguing and I want his character to be explored more.

[sadfransisko]

She clearly didn't think people would care that she put in 0 effort on this front. She should've done what Andrej Sapkowski (Witcher series) did and ignore the rest of the world. Never mind the potential for the witcher world if he hadn't, or if it had been written by someone else.

If you don't have anything useful to say outside of your locale/can't be bothered to even put in the effort, then don't try.

[sadfransisko]

Netflix Regis and Geralt if they were in Blood & Wine!

[onlyhurtforaminute]

SACRILEGIUM-W ROGAYM MAJESTACIE SNU

[minecraftdog]

I napped from 3 pm to 5 pm........ why do I do this to myself

[sadfransisko]

[ID: Meme of Hannibal Buress doing comedy with some of the subtitles edited to apply to The Witcher. The subtitles read: "But I was so caught up in the euphoria of The Witcher 4 trailer that for like a minute I lived in a world where witcher fans weren't all incels" /End description]

[daughtersofbelleteyn]

They fed us so well. They. They gave us the "I love you" "you used to only think it" "you can kiss me now."

They gave us THEM bathing TOGETHER??

Geralt smiling at Yen and being happy and at peace???

They gave us Yen pampering her witcher, caressing his back and washing him???

They gave us EVERYTHING.

As far as I'm concerned, the show can end here and now. Thank you all for coming.

Yenralt nation, let's keep on thriving!

[ana0dairy]

Anorexia Nervosa, znana nam Aną.

Znowu do niej wracasz, jedyna prawdziwa przyjaciółka. Nigdy cię nie opuszcza, ona zawsze była, jest i będzie. Nawet jeśli inni cię zostawią..

Anorexia Nervosa, znana nam Aną.

Znowu ktoś cię skaleczył - w twoje delikatne serce. Ktoś kto nie wiedział, że twój umysł cierpi, że ciało twoje odczuwać długo to będzie.

Anorexia Nervosa, znana nam Aną.

Znowu rodzina ci pokazuje jak pięknie wyglądają inni, znowu twoja miłość po cichu cię porównuje do pięknych i ambitnych.

Anorexia Nervosa, znana nam Aną.

Znowu słyszysz jej głos, gdy chcesz coś zjeść rano. Ona przypomina słowa innych ludzi, wzbudza w tobie nienawiść, gdy widzisz swoje ciało. Pokazuje jak poradzić sobie ze wszystkim - nigdy nie kazała, zawsze proponowała.

Anorexia Nervosa, znana nam Aną.

Znowu najbliżsi najbardziej cię ranią, wyniszczają jak wicher, huragan. Ty zniszczysz siebie, a oni nigdy nie przestaną.

Anorexia Nervosa, znana nam Aną.

Nikt cię nie rozumie, tylko ona zostaje kiedy każdy inny cię ignoruje. Zrozumieją wreszcie kiedy będziesz na dnie, zrozumieją, że to oni zabili cię właśnie.