#the witcherr

[ooksaidthelibrarian]

The rain never stops, and while they make their way up through the hills, small rivulets run past them and springs start flooding the path. By midday, Ciri trudges after Roach with heavy feet, her head down, water dripping from her cloak. Geralt and Ciri have a miserable day on their way to Kaer Morhen, and Geralt needs to cheer Ciri up

After the Rain

Fandom: The WitcherRating: G Words: 1688 Read it here on AO3

written for the Mabon event of Witcher Wheel of the Year 2023, the prompt was braiding hair

Fluff

Travel

Hair Braiding

Father-Daughter Relationship

Bad Weather

Cute

Soft Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia

POV Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia

A Witcher Wheel of the Year Challenge 2023

[royalarms]

PEOPLE I'D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW BETTER .

alias / name: aster !

birthday:  mar. 29

zodiac sign: aries

height: 5'3"

hobbies: video games mostly i'll say LOL , digital art (tho i havent in awhile, i wanna get back into it) , writing... duh , hanging out and watching stuff with my friends :)

favorite color: red

favorite book: i used to rlly like the maze runner but man idk anymore it's been so long. i can't think of a book i've read where i was just like O_O in the last while

last song: crazy by LOWBORN ( negative tw for it tho )

last film / show: the witcherr

recent reads: also the witcher.... don't look at me

inspiration: poetry is huge for me , so def that . i also love watching emotional video edits , i rewatch and replay ffxv religiously so just the game (or a generic use of 'games' for other muses) , my pinterest board for sure . the aesthetic posts / poetry posts really do smth for my brain , other writers , and when i make a nice graphic i feel more inspired to write as well ngl

story behind url: the 13 royal arms that noct uses in canon !! well i guess u don't have to make him use all 13 but i do in my completionist brain. but they're all symbolic for the kings of yore and it makes me very emotional abt noctis using their weapons and carrying on the lucis legacy

fun fact about me: fun facts kill me... i'm shyyy. umm. i've lived 12 different places (usually different states in the usa, one overseas country) and have visited/lived in 21+ states ; it's the military kid life

tagged by: @violevin ( ty aria teehee )

tagging: @ignominiy , @lucisol , @benydikta , @teararrow , @sarastuss , @verumking , @braskide ( no pressure for this , btw ! and if anyone else wants to do it , feel free to tag me in it so i can peek ! )

[nyarlathotep0607]

Rossz helyen kerestem a lelkesedést?

Az elmúlt időszakban (és értsd: évekről van szó) nem feltétlenül lelkesített a szerep. Na jó, hazudtam. Mindig is érdekelt és lelkes voltam a szerepezésért. Igaz, jelenleg ez a Witcherre igaz, hiszen az elmúlt 1 évben egyre jobban lelkesít. Javulnak a történeteim, NPC eljátszások, stb stb. De a CoC, az valamiért egyre inkább untat, függetlenül, hogy vadonatúj játékosokat vezetek be, vagy már régebbi emberekkel játszom. Történt ugyanis, hogy szombaton összeültem 4+1 emberrel (na ebből az 1 nem Nyarlathotep, hisz az jó magam vagyok... Szimplán már tanult kollégáról van szó), és bármennyire jó volt, de... Nem tudtam száz százalékosan évezni a világot. Minden porcikám a Witcher szerepre vágyott. Aztán most, hogy egy sorozatot végig néztem (1899), amiben ráadásul egy gyerekkori félelmem jelenik meg, és már meséltem róla már CoC szerepet, elgondolkodtam: vajon lehet az volt a bajom eddig, hogy mélyebb mondanivalót szeretnék beletenni a CoC történeteimbe? A sorozat nézése után mintha megmozdult volna bennem valami. Lehet meg kéne próbálnom elég erős, pszichológiai töltetű történetet írnom?

[sennextheassasinkingoflight]

"I'll Always Stay"

Witcher fic. Pre slash Geraskier fic. Rated T and up for minor swearing, blood and gore.

Cross posted on AO3

Geralt and Jaskier get into a fight. Geralt gets injured. Jaskier takes care of him. (Fae Jaskier.)

(Still figuring out read more links on mobile. Help!)

It wasn't as though he had never seen Geralt injured; or that he had never stitched torn and bloodied flesh back together, while the witcher sat brooding beside him; or like he hadn't learned all the witchers potions, how to make them, what they do, how and when they should be administered. But this. This was different.

Geralt was unconscious on the ground beside him. He was without armor, and based on the the amount of blood covering pale skin he wasn't sure that he'd even been wearing it when he was attacked. He'd had it when he'd stormed out of camp with a growled, 

"Fuck off." 

The witcher had not gone on a hunt. No, that would have been good. Would have settled Jaskiers heart, if only a little. No, instead he had stalked off into the moonless night because they were fighting and he was done with Jaskier and the conversation. When he hadn't returned by midnight Jaskiers unease grew, blossoming dread in his chest and reaching out with tendrils, spreading to Roach and filling the clearing of their campsite. Setting his jaw and recognizing he was being reckless and quiet foolhardy he started into the darkness. Concern squeezed at his heart and weighed like lead in his chest. The darkness was consuming. 

He was blind in the darkness and it was by sheer luck alone that he found the witcher at all. Or so, he would say. Now he wishes he was closer to camp and that he had brought more than a single vile of Swallow. He glances around the blackened clearing and though his eyes had adjusted a little he can't see anything now. He's far to close to continue using his magic. Blindly he gropes for one of Geralts swords, anything, fear prickling his skin, raising the hair on his neck and arms. If Geralt had been rendered unconscious and bloody than it would be in Jaskiers best sense to run back to camp and stay there. 

With one of the witchers too heavy sword, slick with blood in his hands, he knelt over his friend and listened for too slow breathes, feeling for a too slow pulse. Watching the barely there rise and fall of a bruised and bloodied chest. When he found it he foracably swallowed back his panic, thrusting it from his mind. With shaking hands Jaskier lifted a white clad head into his lap, hair more pink than white.  Finally he pulled the vial of Swallow from his pocket and slowly tipped it into an unresponsive mouth. He brushed his fingers down Geralts throat, coaxing it into contracting and swallowing the potion. It was a slow process. 

A few moments later, Jaskier huffs out a small sigh of relief. Geralt is breathing easier, if only just. There is no way to get the witcher back to camp and it's too dark to see the full extent of injuries, or find his other sword, and let's not forget the creature that was lurking somewhere in the shadows. Without thinking about it he let his magic sleep out around him. That would keep whatever it was away. He swallowed, it was a calculated risk. And perhaps Geralt would be to out of it to notice it in the morning. 

He'd spent so long with humans he'd nearly forgot he had it. Still he dare not use it on Geralt unless there was no other option. That the witcher would notice immediately. So instead he whispers, "I'm sorry." 

Sorry he can't use his very nature to save his friends life. Maybe one day. Sorry for the things he had said. Sorry that Geralt had been injured. Sorry for everything he'd done that annoyed, hurt, or angered the witcher. 

While he waited for the sun to rise, he ran delicate musicians fingers through coarse, sticky hair. Guilt resting around him like a cloak. As the grey light of dawn rose he felt like an idiot forgetting he could have used his magic to take stock of Geralts injuries at the least, he'd already let it lay lazily around the forest floor. Panic had made him fuzzy. Though that too would have been a very calculated risk. If Geralt found out. Well…. Jaskier quiet liked his life as it was. 

The wounds were healing, slowly. Witchers mutations and potion at work. But it wasn't fast enough, congealed red blood oozed from the wounds, even now. hours later. Jaskiers fears to think what would have been if he had waited for the light to go looking. Slowly as not to strain or startle the still unconscious witcher he extricated himself. He hated what he was about to do but it was necessary. He moved quickly, quicker than this form should have moved. He returned to and broke camp quickly and Roach followed him with a soft neigh. 

He turns to her and whispers softly. 

"Don't tell him please." He holds eye contact with her until she snorts into his shoulder. This really shouldn't be a concern right now. But it is. 

When he returned to Geralts side he collected his silver sword, gingerly, and placed it with the steel. He gathered up shredded armor, and for all his vast knowledge of magical creatures, more than he let's on, he has no idea what did this.  He swallowed harshly. This was not good. 

He built a fire and set water to boil. Doing things the mortal way was not his favorite thing. He notes absently that their supplies are running low. He gathers another bottle of Swallow and again coaxes it down Geralts throat. Finished he set about creating a salve or potion. Anything that would help his friend. With the water ready he set about washing away the blood and dirt from the front of Geralts torso. He couldn't reach his back and hoped it wasn't as bad. Although the fact that the injuries were this severe on his stomach was disheartening and highly concerning. 

Really he hadn't meant to make him angry. But he had been cold, wet, hungry and they had been traveling for 3 days straight stopping only for a few hours of sleep. Not a problem if he wasn't hiding what he is from the witcher, remarkably well at that. And Geralt hadn't told him anything. Hadn't said where the were going, what they were doing. And he'd known the moment the words left his mouth, he'd known he had completely and irrevocably fucked up. So he'd spent the next five hours apologizing profusely for his mistake. Saying that he hadn't meant it he'd only been angry. It wasn't true. It was never true. The witcher had decided to set camp and then stormed off into the dark effectively ending the conversation. Uncertain what to do he had tended Roach and the fire. He hadn't even attempted to compose. Then he'd just listened in silence and darkness for Geralt to return thinking about how to make it right. 

Now he was sitting on his knees in the dirt beside his wounded friend who could very well die. He told himself to stop thinking like that.he'd give himself away before he actually let Geralt die. 

He continued peeling back torn remnants of clothing, soaking bits that were stubbornly stuck and then removing them completely. He washed as he went removing dirt and congealed blood with water then antiseptic. He knows it has to sting a ridiculous amount  and is grateful the witcher is still unconscious. 

The cuts are deep. The flesh is torn and ragged like it had been ripped from bone; the cuts were not clean and sliced. They are deep and he pulls back flesh to make sure its clean. Infection has likely already begun to set in. Once he's satisfied that the wounds are as clean as they can be he sets to work stitching the flesh. 

It isn't pretty work. And his stitches, though practiced, are not beautiful against ashen skin. They're uneven and some are a little tight others a little loose. But he's a bard. He is not a surgeon or a seamster. Still it's work that needs to be done so he bites his lip and let's hands accustomed to playing strings guide one through muscle and skin. 

He swallows down bile. Guilt returning as the stitched wounds continue to ooze blood. If only he hadn't riled him up, hadn't let him stalk off into the darkness of night, angry and alone. 

He continues to work with nimble fingers on the skin he can see. At some point he lost track of how many stitches he had run. Finished with the visible portion of Geralts torso he smears a thick salve across it. He can't bandage it now. He has to wait for the witcher to sit up. And he prays to every deity he can think of that he isn't badly injured on his back. He clenches his teeth, bounces his leg, and let his eyes roam over Geralts prone form. "Wake up" he thinks desperate with nervousness. Tears work their way towards his eyes, his throat constricting painfully. 

"Geralt please. I know. I was unkind. I didn't mean it. Truly. I swear it just slipped out. It was a low blow and I knew it would get a reaction. But I didn't mean it. I swear. I am so sorry. Please. Please don't die here Geralt. Don't die. Not yet. Not like this." He whispers leaning back against the tree head titled back silent tears streaking his face. He closes his eyes. He tells himself if there's no improvement by that night, he'll use his magic and hope against all odds the witcher doesn't send him away.  

Until Geralt woke up there was nothing more he could do. He keeps his eyes closed but doesn't sleep. Ears turned to the sound of breathing beside him. Time passes and the sun rises high overhead. A low groan pulls him from his heartache. 

"Geralt?" He pitches forward from the tree and scrambles to push the witcher back down. 

" Geralt! Stop. Dont sit up your injured. Badly." He frowns. The witcher lays back obediantly. Tired eyes scanning his surroundings. He nods and seems to relax. And the dread in the pit of Jaskiers stomach dissipates.

" I tended the injuries I could find." He starts quiet, just barely a whisper and then more confidently. " I'm sorry Geralt. Really. I- I am so sorry." He gets a grunt and the two stare at each other for a while. Geralts features hard, but he must see something in Jaskier that tells him undoubtedly that these words are true, because his brow unpinches and his jaw relaxes. The witcher let's out a long sigh. Then pushes himself up into a sitting position. and Jaskier goes from concerned his friend won't forgive him to concerned his friend is going to run off and never come back and die alone in the woods to hes not moving but now I can see his back, oh God I can see his bakc in the span of a single breath. 

"Your wounds are serious! Geralt you really shouldn't --" 

" Stop, Jaskier. There's a--" 

"Oh yes indeed. Stay put. I'll just grab the supplies." So he gathers up a fresh rag and the water he's kept warm and the salve and bandages. The needle and threading. Finally he settles himself behind Geralt and neither speaks. He hears the witcher inhale against the sting of the antiseptic.

"Two vials of Swallow. One when I found you. One 6 hours later, when I could see to get back to camp." He says dutifully, never looking away from his work. These arn't nearly as bad as the others. He works quickly so he can properly bandage the mess.

"Hand me the bandages." He says pulling the last stitch tight. And Geralt let's out a pained grunt as he reaches for them. Jaskier doesn't hesitate to begin winding them around the witchers torso. Arms bracketing the larger man far to intimately in the process. He pulls them just tightly enough, with well and overly practiced ease. He hesitates, then he moves back to Geralts side. 

He doesn't speak, just breathes. He's said his peace. He doesn't flinch under Geralts scrutiny as the man continues to look at him. 

"Your eyes seem bluer." 

"Crying." He says after a moment of silent panic.

"Hmm…. I'm sorry too." 

And he actually chokes on his own spit. What? He looks at Geralt and stretches a hand out to touch his forehead but the witcher holds eye contact. 

"Well then. I guess were squared away now?"

A nod. "I'm tired Jaskier." The witcher says eyes soft and unfocused as he reaches out a hand to brush fingers against the bards flushed cheek.

"Then sleep, Geralt. I'll stay."

"I'll always stay." 

[bookishluna]

Wrap Up | March 2020

Hello and welcome to my monthly wrap up for March. This month I was very happy with the amount of books I read, I am keeping up with my pattern of double digits! I don’t want to make a huge introduction because I am not really in the mood to write currently, but here are the books I read this month!

Journey to Jo’burg: A South African Story by Beverley Naidoo

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

*Book…

[eerna]

Me: “Idk if I like The Witcher”

Jaskier:

Me: “We aren’t moving from this seat till the season is done”

[gwentcards]

made a witcher blog because i think the show is pretty fucking dope ahaha

n e ways toss a coin

[ad-astrum]

hi!! i’d like a deity reading if you’re still doing them! as for some things that makes me happy... warm blankets, when my sister randomly offers to braid my hair, and staring at the night sky.

Hello! Hermes, primarily, seems to be interested in your energy. I notice that he’s been spending a lot of time watching over you. Flora and Fauna, interestingly, have also been present.

If your reading resonated with you, please consider supporting me on ko-fi!

[jxthics]

hi, i just want you to know everytime you draw Eskel my heart does a happy little skip, he's one of my favorite characters in the witcherr, if not of all time, and you do him so good i just HBHJBTGJBDRJHBGSEHFHSDH BLESS YOU!!! <333 that's it, hope you have a nice day ;v;/

thank you so much 🥺 one of my friends got me obsessed w him and hes definitely one ive drawn the most of lol

[margaera]

inspired by @the-witcherr

[maythefandomsbwithu]

💖 This is the Love SLAP Raid Chain, send this to all of your favorite blogs that you think deserve to hear these encouraging words. In return we ask that those blogs send it to their favorite blogs as well. It's December, everybody deserves to hear a few words of encouragement no matter if you're a small or big account. So let's all fill your dash with positivity these last few weeks of 2020. You are amazing. You matter. You are loved. You deserve to have an amazing month 💖

Omg thank you Hun! Right back at ya @the-not-so-silent-back-up.

There's a list a mile long of all the blogs who've kept me going this year so I'm just going to tag them 🖤😘

@eskelsimp

@punk-jaskier

@a-kind-of-merry-war

@justanotherqueerboy

@dinahdarling

@ilovejaskierthebard

@eskel-and-goat

@bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher

@rawrkinjd

@valdomarx

@jaskier-royale

@inber

@chaotic-bard

@just-a-himbo-and-his-feral-bard

@andyet-here-we-are

@journeythroughhunkknownlands

@breadinyourpants

@wolfgeralt

@dechart

@sweetgerlion

@notcorrectwitcher

@geraskier-trash

@jaskierrr

@bi-jaskier

@bamf-jaskier

@thecomfortofoldstorries

@the-witcherr

Apologies if I missed anyone, there's so many wonderful people who've made this terrible year that little bit brighter. Thank you for keeping me sane and making me smile.

[limerental]

me, frantically slapping the backspace key over the phrase "great stock in" with one overdramatic finger: they don'T HAVE STOCKS IN THE WITCHERR

[pigeon-princess]

TOSS A COIN TO YOUR WITCHER, OH VALLEY OF PLENTY, OH VALLEY OF PLENTYYY... uhm. That is to say, you continue to have a great taste in media & your art, as always, rocks!!! :D

TOSS A COIN TO YOUR WITCHERR OH VALLEY OFF PLENNTYYYYYY!!! AAA You’re TOO KIND! thank you so much!!! 

[theysaywhatasadsight]

TOSS A COIN TO YOUR WITCHERR O VALELY OF PLENTYYYYY

[gearbroth]

Update:

Hey, it’s been a while folks, I won’t be surprised if I’m not remembered--

I took an unintended break from the internet because work was kicking my ass over the first half of this year, to the point I rarely drew from the pain in my wrists and lack of time.

But a lot of things have changed and I’m also drawing WAY more frequently than the past few months. Sort’ve how often I drew back when I did TF2 art for a good while. If anyone remembers that old stuff, than dang, that was 2016, gold star to you, my pal.

I’ve been reluctant to upload to tumblr again with all the web-ownership debating going on, but there isn’t many alternatives, to my knowledge at least. I tried twitter, but it really doesn’t seem like the place to upload art as much as it is a social platform.

If anyone has suggestions for a different art sharing platform, I’d be welcome to hear them. Otherwise, I think I’ll try uploading on here again until it finally sinks.

For those who last following me for MysterySkullss, I’m sorry for hitting the highroad, work killed me <:I

If I do upload some artwork, it’ll be from some recent interests (which have been EXTREMELY prone to fluctuating this year apparently) for example; TF2, Kirbyy, Overwatchh, Goodomenss, Witcherr, Undertalee and etc (I have been BUSY)

But yea, I’m here and okay. I just really hate tumblr.

wow this got long. Long story short-, bad news: I don’t wanna use tumblr but there ain’t many alts, good news: I’m not being overworked and am mass-producing art again like my good ol days

[fandomsnerd24]

Getting to Know You

Thank you for tagging me @pigtailedgirl

Rules: tag 9 people you’d like to know better

Top 3 Ships: At the moment, my top three ships are Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne (DC Comics), Dick Grayson/Wally West (DC Comics), and Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier (The Witcher on Netflix). 

Lipstick or chapstick: Chapstick, though I do love wearing red lipstick 

Last song you listened to: “7 Rings” by Ariana Grande 

Last Film you watched: Teen Titans Go! vs. Teen Titans 

Reading: The last book I read was about military strategy for my graduate history course and there’s a whole host of books I’ll be reading for grad school. The last book I read for pleasure was Will My Cat Eat My Eyeballs? by Caitlin Doughty, which I definately recommend everyone should read or listen to. 

I am tagging: @the-witcherr, @bowtiesareavenged, @lowerkasey, @gracefully-grayson, @cinderellascholar, @batmoon-snapped, @adityaj13, @altean-time-traveling-volcanoes, @crayonsandteaparties