#tw3 oc's

[lordrandreaming]

Recent art dump LESS GOOO~

1; Isain/ Geanci Achelon Alamornti Skaileon Aloruse. An Aen Wilk (my own race of elves, if you can tell aha)

2; Durbra @geto-suguru-my-babygirl's oc!! He's.. An elf!

3; Seigfried un Roye. A higher vampire who's profession is jewelry! He makes exquisite rings, bracelets, and necklaces! He's from Skellige, thus has an accent!

4; Dren Bildwoven. A Witcher from School of the Wolf! One of Vesemir's oldest student's still alive! As old as he is, he likes to fool around like he's still in his 50's. (Get it? Because Witcher's age slowly- aha..)

4; Vera Ivanna Zunack. The Dream Creature who started it all! He's the gang leader of the Underground, and had stolen the deed to Novigrad. So.. Technically, he owns all of it.

[labeelart]

sketched Aiden....Lambert's bf ..

[fr00tb0wl]

Eleonara, the Mud Witch of Elgin

Lore under the cut vvv

*This universe uses a mixture of book, show and game canon!*

A graduate of Aretuza, Eleonara focused on her abilities as a healer, an herbalist and a skilled Geomancer. And after a failed stint in politics, the sorceress cut herself off from trivial court life and focused her attention on wandering the Continent, offering her services to small villages. Anything from healing, protection, and, perhaps most infamously: Stealing away women, children and the unfortunate in the night, guiding those in need to sanctuary.

Born to a Brickmaker and a local healer, Eleonara hailed from the tiny village of Elgin. Her home consisted of others also working with mud and clay, potters and sculptors, brickmakers and builders, and was hidden in the swamps of Temeria surrounding Lake Vizima.

El was a middle child with two older siblings and two younger, it was a poor family but a loving one. And the girl often spent time barefoot in the mud, tossing rocks further across the lake than her siblings and often excelling in Hide and Seek. In fact, it was actually quite easy for the child to make herself disappear. Whenever her siblings became cross with her, she’d vanish into the mist. Foot races led to opponents getting their feet stuck in mud turned hard like cement, and even bumps and scrapes on a little brother’s knee could be healed with a loving kiss at the cost of a nosebleed or a need for a long nap. Little did she know, this was the result of hidden powers coming to blossom from within.

Unfortunately, tragedy struck when bandits raided the village due to a rumor that gold had been found while mining the clay. Eleonara’s father was crippled from a devastating injury and, tragically, Eleonara’s mother and siblings were lost in the ensuing struggle. From a family of seven to a family of two, the wounds and eventual scarring ran deep. Eleonara’s father was never the same and carried around an everlasting sadness that his one remaining daughter could not heal. Not with all of the love and herbs in the world. The rift between them grew as time passed, only for their connection to be completely severed with the arrival of a teacher from Aretuza.

While Eleonara doesn’t blame her father for doing so, the man was far too uneducated to realize what was happening, the sorceress from Aretuza had been pointed in their direction after a complaint was filed regarding Eleonara’s magical stunts. The man, convinced that he was doing the right thing and that his daughter would be in safer hands, allowed her to be sold and taken to Aretuza. This would be the last time they would see each other.

Given that Eleonara was from a poorer family, she, like many of the other girls from poorer families, had to work twice as hard from within their prison at Aretuza. Providing sometimes dangerous and often grueling manual labor to support the school and its functions. All while not being allowed to leave nor while having any contact with the outside world.

The girl was *not* fond of Aretuza, growing to despise their teaching tactics and means of pitting girls one against the other as a means of achieving power and greatness. But regardless, she applied herself to her studies. She faced some ridicule for showing an interest in Geomancy, a stubborn branch of an especially stubborn and draining element. This ended up being something she ended up studying extensively and excelling in alongside healing and herbal tinctures. She graduated with average marks and was released into the court of an up and on the rise Baron. A Baron who, with his party of fellow men, had gathered and unified large swathes of villages and land together. It seemed a promising start, and with the right hand it could blossom into something more.

It would be Eleonara’s first, and last, dive into politics.

Eleonara was met with hostility, suspicion and dislike from the people. The Baron and his supporters treated her like a lap decoration more than a guide or advisor, and much of El’s advice and attempts to help were met with stubborn and narrow minded means of thinking. It soon became clear to her that these men were simply interested in power and conquest. Disheartened, Eleonara befriended the Baron’s wife, a village chieftain’s daughter taken and forced into a marriage she hadn’t asked for. They bonded over their shared hatred of the self appointed Baron and his men. And when fighting broke out between the men, Eleonara took it upon herself to take the Baron’s wife and her children and guide them back to her home village, there they could escape the country with an old lover.

Eleonara, feeling a sense of duty to Aretuza, remained. Even as the Baron was slaughtered and the power vacuum began, the sorceress staid with each leader until angry and abused subjects burned down the fortress. El simply let her image die with them, and left the ashes behind along with a vow to never work for higher powers again. In helping her friend escape, Eleonara had found her calling: She’d always been good at hiding things. Now she could help others do the same thing.

So she walks the continent, spending long periods of time out in the wilderness and among the earth. She hones her Geomancy and Geokinesis and seeks out the few masters of the element of Earth. However, she often peddles herbs and healing services to small villages and towns. And, occasionally, finding an orphaned child, a battered girl or an outcast, befriending them, and coming for them in the night to take them to a different place to begin anew. Daughters ripped from their families returned, children brought to sanctuary or loving arms of new parents, men left for dead sent to places of healing. It is how Eleonara heals her heart and makes her difference in the world she knows.

However, this has not been without incident. Those who recognize her mud stained clothes call her ‘The Mud Witch’. Handfuls of scorned husbands or hired thugs or witch hunters have been sent after her often. Most of which usually end up encased in thick and hardened clay. Many are under the impression that she whisks people away to be killed and used as sacrifices. And eerie clay figures often find their way into the homes of those who are ‘chosen’. Circles of clay figures can often be found in the woods, acting as a barrier to hide huts filled with supplies and provide temporary shelter for those who wish to journey to their new destination alone. Eleonara herself is a mysterious figure, one who doesn’t speak of herself often but remains level headed and calm in almost all situations. She defends her charges ferociously from monsters and men alike, and is not beneath trying to stand up to a Witcher or two in order to accomplish her tasks.

It is unknown how long she intends to keep doing this for. Perhaps it’s how she feels she can make the most use of her abilities. Or perhaps she’s simply looking for somewhere to belong herself. Regardless, befriending the Mud Witch of Elgin brings with it a deep bond and unwavering loyalty. One that is sure to last lifetimes.

[zvonkayatishina]

Chicory flowers I will sneak a kiss,

Like an old love lost in a distance.

And the grass will bend down, whispering about the evil fate,

And millions of eyes will rise from the ground.

My beloved Tosna and Eskel. I didn't draw them for a while so I decided to rest my mind from work with this art with a little slavic vibe ~

[leviiackrman]

"what do we say to people again? 'witch-loving-witcher'? hmm, catchy"

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[lunonoxart]

Commission for Odin!

Their flower girl OC and Letho, from The Witcher.

[jxthics]

a witcher oc relaxing for @cerbin-aen-feainn + @thesebattlescarsarebeautiful -- tysm!

[id: a drawing of a witcher in green relaxed clothes, reclining on a couch in front of a window, with a raven perched on their shoulder. the front of their shirt is open, showing their wolf medallion. they are pale, with a dark undercut, bright eyes, a tattoo on the side of their head, and lots of scars. /end id]

[magpiedraws]

OCtober Day 14 - Who/What inspired your OCs I don't really ever deliberately base my OCs on existing characters, but I definitely do so subconsciously - at this point rereading a book I loved as a kid, or re-watching a show I was obsessed with years ago, will always inevitably lead to me going 'wait a fucking second. is my OC just (previous blorbo)???' at some point - tbh its extremely funny every time, I wouldn't change a thing

took this as an excuse to draw my two favourite ocs interacting with the characters I think most influenced their personalities - Gabriel and Rincewind (Discworld) are probably bitching about whatever quest the universe has bullied them into against their will, and Viamo, Regis (The Witcher), and Giles (Buffy) are probably all extremely confused as to why none of their vampire knowledge seems to line up, despite the fact they all claim to be experts on the subject.

[bookcalanthedaily]

maria karolina, infanta of toussaint, daughter of duchess anna henrietta and duke raymund (bard dandelion?) created by the wonderful @windflowerofskellige / @thesebattlescarsarebeautiful, dress by @starkiller201, re-painted by me.

[sinfulpetgirlrd]

Fandom: The Witcher Rating: Explicit Chapter Warnings: Holy shit this is a tame chapter! Really only warnings are mental breakdown and blood drinking Chapters: 22/?

As Petal slowly emerged from her deep slumber, she was plagued by a throbbing headache that felt like a group of wild elephants stampeding in her skull. She licked her dry, cracked lips, trying to rid herself of the sour taste of old blood, but her tongue felt thick, making it difficult to swallow and breathe comfortably. In a bid to alleviate her frustration, she tried to rub her face, but her body was weighed down by a crippling exhaustion that made every movement feel like a herculean task. She might as well have just regenerated from a pile of ash, so profound was her fatigue.

Groaning softly, she just lay there for a few moments, enjoying the coolness of the sheets against her oddly warm skin. Keeping her eyes closed, she scented the room, taking deep breath after deep breath as she allowed her body the time it needed to fully wake up. As she breathed, her top lip pulled back to make drawing in the different scents easier. In doing so, she noticed that her teeth felt different, sharper, like there were more fangs than just two…but, chalking it up to the fact that she felt horrid overall, she brushed the sensation aside before picking through the fragrances in the air. The space around her smelled stale, musty even, like someone had left a window open for months on end, letting the rain and snow seep into the woodwork. It was off-putting, but under it, buried deep below the metallic stench that always clung to vampires, was a smell she couldn’t really put her finger on. Something that smelled vaguely like Geralt’s home.

Intrigued, Odessa slowly opened her eyes and squinted at the harsh light cast from the candelabra that hung above her.

~~~

Contuine reading on AO3

[fawnnbinary]

comic commission for @windflowerofskellige!!! Geralt SWEARS he JUST saw a daughter the emperor could easily abdicate the throne to.... But is he prepared for information that could potentially exhaust him? :P

Want a commission? Check my pinned post! ✨

[asrielxd]

save me the witcher man save me

my pookies......

[windflowerofskellige]

An angel and a devil on your shoulder, one whispers dark temptations, one only wants the best for you. For the Queen of Temeria however she didn't seem to have an angel, only a striga and a devil.

For her political opponents it was clear as day. The Queen surrounded herself with monsters. But when does a monster become a man? Arabella would say when it is loved.

She certainly loved her sister and husband, and they her. Nothing could sway the young queen. Thusly something strange happened in Temerian history. The Queen was buried next to a striga. And even now, some nights, dark in the family crypt, archivists swear they can hear the giggling of two women.

[zvonkayatishina]

Tosna of Novigrad, my selfinsert oc in Witcher for almost three years already. So many drabbles have been written about Tosna traveling alongside Eskel, it helped me when I was lonely

[leviiackrman]

OTP: THE SWALLOW AND THE RAVEN - “if I disappear, will you look for me…?”

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[sandraverenim]

Yeaahhh, an Allods x The Witcher 3 crossover, needed for just one person in the whole world - me 😎

Translation:

– Well, NIHAZ, you thought I wouldn't find you out of Sarnaut, yeah? Screw you!

– ...Excuse me?

– No excuse for you, bastard!