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winters-mistress · 10 months ago
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Injury
Geralt was exhausted. Purely, undoubtedly, utterly exhausted. His eyes burn with the lack of rest, his whole body shuddering each time he blinks. By the gods, he wants to close his eyes, but if he does, he might not see her wake up, he might be dead to the world and she may need him.
No, his resolve strengthens, he cannot rest until she wakes.
It had started as a simple day, one the sake as any other. Wake, run a cold flannel down his face, guzzle down a bowl of porridge that bubbles at the fireplace, before pulling his cloak on to watch Ciri on the pendulum.
Lambert had accompanied him, which wasn't unusual at all. Vesemir had wanted the youngest Witcher to have a taste of training, as both Geralt and Eskel had overseen the pups for a few months before they left for the path. Lambert, however, had not. He had been eager to leave the moment Rennes had deemed him worthy of it, free from the horrors and the ghosts of Kaer Morhen. And by the time he was mature enough to be considered, it was too late, the sacking had obliterated all the poor pups who had the unfortunate fate of being in the halls at the time.
He had been good with Ciri, all things considered. A little prickly at first, but Ciri had thrown a rock at him when he had insulted her a little too far. After that, and the spitfirey attitude to her training -to keep getting up each and every time she fell down- Lambert had warmed to her.
What does Lamb think now? Geralt wonders. Is he guilt ridden and drunk? Pissy and ignorant? Or is he skittish and bristle, thinking the white wolf himself would leap out and throttle him?
It was an accident, it had to be. Had his brother simply mistimed when to unleash the dangling sack for Geralt's child to dodge? He had never done it before, but it can't have been purposeful. Ciri and Lamb got along, he never would have hurt her on purpose. If he had, Geralt didn't know his brother at all, but he was confident he did. The witchers code, a shared history, a shared sacrifice, bound by brotherhood and unified by their profession.
But the fact remained the same, the sack had hit the blindfolded girl, her body crumbling instantly, smacking the wooden beam with her head, and collapsing against a pile of rocks when she finally slipped down, neither witcher quick enough to catch her.
She was supposed to dodge, she's dodged a thousand times. Lambert was supposed to be in sync, he'd been in sync a thousand times. Geralt was supposed to catch her, why wasn't he -the strongest, twice mutated witcher- quick enough to catch the falling body of his girl?
Ciri's golden hair was marred by blood. Even if her eyes weren't shut by unconsciousness, then the left was strewn shut by a marred, deep bruise. He can't see her forehead, it's bound in bandages to support the wound at the back of her head.
She's still breathing, though. He can hear it, see it. Her lungs fill slowly with hair, exhaling after a beat, and that for one, is normal and gentle and regular.
Geralt himself had picked her up from her impact zone, his left arm's skin and sleeve is still crumbly from where her blood had dried. Cradled like a babe, the two witchers ran back to the keep, hollering for Vesemir and Eskel, Coën bringing up the rear when they set her in the long since abandoned infirmary.
She's human, she shouldn't have survived an impact like that, he knows, but he watches her inhale and exhale. She's still here, still with him. Still strong and unbelievable and mighty and mysterious and a thousand other words Geralt doesn't have the time to think of.
Is it her magic? The thing she's alluded to many times, is that keeping her alive? Or was it some miracle, an act of the gods to cushion her head from the three large blows that would have taken out another without question?
It doesn't matter how she's here, all that matters is that she is here. Geralt leans foreward and takes her hand, small and soft, pushing bloody matted hair from her face.
"You'll be okay," he whispers. They've done all they can, closed and disinfected the wound, change the bandages a few times every day, drip milk and broth down her throat to keep her sustained. It's all a waiting game now. Either she will wake, or she will not.
"It's like an echo." A voice says.
Geralt jumps.
"What?" The white wolf turns, seeing the oldest witcher in the doorway.
"You look like I did, waiting for you and your brothers to wake after your grasses." He says. Geralt winces, never one to wish to remember those days.
He supposes he must do. A large, white haired man sitting over the bed of an injured pup, who's fate is in the hands of the gods now.
"Any change?"
"Not a thing. She doesn't even toss or turn with nightmare, she's just-" his voice trails, licking his lips as he watches the girl once more.
Vesemir walks over and presses a hand to Ciri's cheek.
"No fever, no infection." He nods. "That's good."
"Yeah." Geralt sighs, leaning back in his chair, listening as it croaks underneath his weight.
"Rest, wolf." Vesemir whispers, his hand finding his middle son's hair.
Geralt knows it's Axii, but before he can fight it, his body betrays him, sinking into the chair.
"Rest, son." He says. "I will wake you if she does."
And the grand, grey wolf of Kaer Morhen takes up vigil, watching his son and his granddaughter rest.
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roskuil · 8 months ago
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Vesemir's first day ☀
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geraskierfanficprompts · 5 months ago
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Prompt 71
The other witchers at Kaer Morhen have always grown tired of Geralt's random moodswings and bouts of gloom and grumpiness during the winter. He'd be happy and carefree, safe in his home, and then some dark thought would crest in his mind, and for a few days straight, he'd be in a horrible mood. When one year he brings his bard with him, they realize the moodswings have disappeared completely. That is, until Jaskier starts trying to "bond" with them all and spends less time with Geralt. Then all of a sudden the snarls and snaps from Geralt are back. One day, Lambert gets tired of Geralt's sass, and shoves Jaskier at him, and they're all amazed when Geralt loses his bad mood and instead chooses to carry his bard off to cuddle in front of the fireplace. Nuzzling him and purring the whole time. Thus commences a new rule of Kaer Morhen. If you spot Geralt being pissy, you chuck the bard at him. Jaskier has been taken away from a meal, a game of gwent, his chores, his bed while asleep, and one especially embarrassing time he was taken from a bath. Jaskier is quite alright with the new rule, as it always ends in deligthtful Geralt cuddles, but sometimes he wishes Geralt would just find Jaskier instead of moping when he misses him.
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0dde11eth · 4 months ago
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Poor vesemir, he tries to give his pups life lessons beyond being a witcher, but this is the kaer MORONS we are talking about. The following occurs when they are all trying to make dinner one evening.
Papa vesemir: ok boys familiarize yourself with the spices, these can make walking the path a little nicer, as you can look forward to a delicious meal at the end of a rough day
So they go over to the spice rack to read the labels.
Eskel: basil, oregano, cilantro (yuck), coriander, thyme, paprika...
Geralt: hmm, ground pepper, sounds spicy. Hmm, not sure I like the sound of garlic, seems spicier...
Lambert: cinnamon, nutmeg. Cum? DRIED CUM!?!?!
Eskel: what?? Cum?? Is this a prank??
Geralt: did jaskier put you up to this??
Lambert: I'm not fucking eating dried cum!!!
Papa vesemir: Its CUMIN YOU IDIOTS. that's it! Everyone out of my kitchen and go run the walls, everyones getting plain boiled potatoes for the rest of the week!
Geralt: yay! Finally some good food!
Papa Vesemir: OUT!!!
Jaskier (in the background): *dumping a mouthful of the dried "cum" in his mouth and then gagging* that's NOT CUM!
Papa vesemir: *internally* I bet guxart doesn't have this problem with the cat witchers
*** across the continent at the cat caravan***
Aiden: *gagging* that's NOT CUM!
Guxart: *internally* I bet vesemir doesn't have this problem with the wolf witchers
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hannibard · 9 months ago
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I always find it funny when Kaer Morhen witchers call each other wolf. It's like calling your sibling by your shared last name.
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witcher-inspiration · 2 years ago
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Jaskier: I am the descendent of an elven bard!
Vesemir: Ah yes that would explain the lack of aging and the musical inclination.
Jaskier: And she was in love with a witcher!
Vesemir: And that would explain the other thing.
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spielzeugkaiser · 1 year ago
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So if it nears winter time before they find Jaskier, would Geralt take Milek to Kaer Morhen? Or does this timeline take dubious place after TW3 game, and ah, events have occurred?
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[MASTERPOST] - (context for when Jaskier and Vesemir met) Milek already was at Kaer Morhen at one point! But. Ahhh. Events have occurred 😬
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therainbowdragoness · 28 days ago
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Witchers On Halloween
Wolf School Edition
They all dress up to the same theme but all have different ideas of what that theme should look like.
Let’s say their theme is Vampires, right? You got Eskel who picks the actually scary, practical looking vampire, one they’d encounter actually on the path…
Geralt doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing so he gets help from Jaskier (who looks fabulous btw) and Regis, who lets him copy his style, maybe lends him some clothes…
Then you have Lambert who went for a cross between the 80’s rocker looking vampire and the sexy fishnets/high heels and tight black gowns kind of vampire. He may have a matching hat as well, and the whole outfit is mainly to spite Papa Ves…
Speaking of which, the patriarch of Kaer Morhen can absolutely be the tame, not so scary grandpa type at Halloween and hand out candy to the kids and all but he’s never lost his love for pranking/scaring people as well, so he has a main costume and a scarier, secret mask or something no one knows about hidden away for later when the boys walk back through the door.
Ciri goes full bloody, terrifying vampire whether she’s with Calanthe or the wolves for Halloween. It doesn’t matter.
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Young Ciri: Ohmygod Vesemir is so boriiinngg Geralt: He is teaching you important things, when you get older you will realise how wise he is- Lambert walking in: Ohmyfuckingod Vesemir is so boriiing
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islenthatur · 10 months ago
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A little idea where Vesemir and Jaskier are friends and basically Penpals over the periods where Jaskier and Geralt have to split for a) A tough hunt, his brothers need help or b) Jaskier has a bardic comp and or is summoned to a court... and well they just talk and share their frustrations about their Witchers and their idiocies.
Jaskier shares his exasperations and sends basically a novel to Vesemir about his lack self-care when it comes to hunts and what comes after. How Jaskier has to force him in a river when they're out, or actually out of the bath when they're at an inn... will also send him hidden messages about all the foods Jaskier has managed to get GEralt to eat to substitute stale bread and plain meats on the road.
He also sends in notes to Vesemir when he runs into other Witchers. Be they of the Wolf or not.
And Vesemir couldnt be more thankful that this human is looking after his boys and those who were left. That he has updates on them when they're out on the Path and it eases him, in return he sends letters detailing ingredients for balms and things that will aid the Bard on the path that wouldn't be deadly for him to make, he will also send exasperated stories of the boys and the chaos they cast over the winter that sends Vesemir crazy.
Those two bond and none of the others know until Jaskier is brought to Kaer Morhen and Jaskier's first words are.
"Ves! Now you have me to help you wrangle the pups!"
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loosketches · 1 year ago
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Aiden and Lambert against the wyvern! (Or Lambert coming to save Aiden's ass! And how I see them meeting for the first time! ) Been working on this illustration for a few days and I'm quite happy to be done with it! Definetly learned a lot about light during the process! Thanks to my friends and roomates for their feedbacks!!
small preview of the sketch below!
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winters-mistress · 8 months ago
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roskuil · 8 months ago
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geraskierfanficprompts · 1 month ago
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Geralt was nervous to bring Jaskier to his home. He was sure the bard would get along with Eskel—their shared love of poetry and talking about emotions should smooth the way. Lambert would just be thrilled to have a new way to tease Geralt, and Jaskier being a bit of an asshole himself would help them bond.
But what of Vesemir? His mentor was not one to tolerate fools. What if he didn’t see past Jaskier’s foppish ways to his golden soul? What if he wasn’t understanding about the bard’s human limits? What if he scared Jaskier away for good?
All of these thoughts passed through Geralt’s mind outside the gates of Kaer Morhen. The gates opened for them, Geralt’s mentor was waiting for them on the other side, and as he came into view—
“PAPAMIR?!?”
Geralt winced at Jaskier’s loud shriek from beside him, and then the horror dawned because what did Jaskier just call Vesemir?!?
However, Vesemir didn’t look angry. He looked just as flabbergasted. “Julian?”
It turns out that Vesemir had once fallen for a widower Count, and he continued visiting the family even after the Count died 100 years ago. That Count was Jaskier’s great grandfather.
Geralt watched, dazed, as Vesemir doted on Jaskier while gently scolding him for not visiting his mother more often.
This is so funny, I love this WPGHWAPGHPAWGHPAW
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0dde11eth · 1 month ago
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Vesemir: you can't be on the path with a witcher
Jaskier: I can be just as useful and tough as any of you
Vesemir: really? You have any powers HUMAN?
Jaskier: Courage. Friendship. Love
Eskel: *whispering to lambert* that's adorable
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yakowo · 2 years ago
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Uh-oh Vesemir is not happy... 🐺🐝
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