#witcher Ina

[asexualbookbird]

Oh what a month for reading! Some really bad books, but also some candidates for favorites of the year! Had book club! That was fun as always! I also started TWO new fiber craft projects which I'm excited about. The Cabled crochet blanket is SO much fun and I'm really getting into the groove of it. I've learnt how to read crochet charts! Partially anyway. For this one project. It's clear I am still recovering covid because I can't do much else than sitting in bed reading lol But hey, I'm resting and having fun!

Envy of Angels by Matt Wallace ⭐⭐⭐⭐ - What a delightfully hilarious nugget of a book! Absolutely wacky! Definitely interested in the rest of the series, but it's also more of a Read When In Brain Fog so I want to save it for my bad brain days lol

Shadow of the Crown by Amber Morane ⭐ - Unpolished. Poorly written. The ending sucked. No redeeming qualities and I do not want to read more from this series or author. At least it was free.

Starter Villain by John Scalzi ⭐⭐⭐ - Another fun and silly book! Scalzi definitely has a way of writing that defines a Scalzi Book™️. Don't think too much about it, just enjoy the ride. Loved the cats, I think more authors should put genius cats into their books.

Firebreak by Nicole Kornher-Stace ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ - CRYING. SOBBING. SCREAMING. Finally read this and I am in PAIN! Very good, very feelings, this is what Ready Player One could've been.

Flight & Anchor by Nicole Kornher-Stace ⭐⭐⭐⭐ - The Prequel to Firebreak, glad I read this second so that lines could hurt me more because I know how their stories end. I'm not sure what, but this one was missing something for me that made me enjoy it a little less than Firebreak, but I still enjoyed it a lot! A great duo!

His Majesty's Dragon by Naomi Novik ⭐⭐⭐⭐ - Reread for book club! Still enjoyed it a lot! Still adore Temeraire and Laurence! The amount of times they call each other "my dear" so early melts my heart. I'd probably like this even more if I actually enjoyed historical fiction and the Napoleon wars.

Godkiller by Hannah Kaner ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ - hey. Hi. Hello. What if Geralt was canonically a woman and the demon chicken from Nettle & Bone had a Voice. What. If. This book is a part of me now thanks bye!

Again, no clear goals for March. I"m honestly having a good time just reading with whatever I vibe with. I didn't get to the Ga'Hoole books in February, so I'll put those at the top of my potential list for March, but other than that? Who knows! I definitely immediately put myself on the libby waitlist for Sunbringer I need to know how Kissen, Elo, and Ina get on. I need to know they're all okay. Please let them be okay ;-;

If you have any recommendations for books like Godkiller I am ALL EARS! Might replay Witcher III about it in the meantime.

[axiina]

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[kingdoms-and-empires]

Holy Crap!!!!! That was an absolute beast of a read! I have read tons of IFs & there have been tons of great ones but this was fckn top notch! I could easily see this as the next Witcher game, but you know, under your own title. I have laughed and cried, sometimes w/in a 5min window. Sometimes stunned silent. the attention to detail. The PoVs to things happening that were a surprise to the reader .. My goodness this world and its people were so fleshed out. Truly, Truly i can not wait for more.

Thanks, for the upcoming update ima try to merge the two demos that ive been working on and break up the Goddess scenes and pepper them throughout our childhood via dreams so that it flows better and you dont get hit with walls of text.

Going to include some relevant plot points at the start as well. Figured now is the best time to do so since i took so long to update, and lots of folks havent played or reread this ina while so i can mess around and clean the game up so it's presented better. As for the POV's, a lot of them are going to get shuffled into the Side Stories catalogue that's in the stats menu, and the only one that's going to stay FOR SURE is Ronnel's POV in the caravan attack.

[the-yugioh-theorist]

Thanks for the tag, @violent-kurumi! (Moving this to its own post instead of reblogging a long chain)

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Currently watching: The Witcher

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Tagging @agirlinsearchof @purpletsuki @ina-bon @friendlyphantom @lilbreck @melancholicdesire @curiositybox @rawwkingrimmie64 @edgytrashvamp and anyone else@

[gunmeister]

remember 2 days ago when i didnt realize they had added new shit to witcher 3 and i was like oh my god YES eternal flame guy i DO want to go down into this scary pit full of the horrors at level 4! surely they would not set me on a trip to my death this early! and i started the quest and did not check the level and not only was it the scariest thing ive ever played ina video game (i dont do horror) i also got one shot by the big boss guy in the salt

[astaldis]

Of Worrying and Waiting

Prompt: Sleepless Nights

Fandom: The Witcher

Rating : Mature

Warning: Graphic depiction of violence

Chapters: 17/18

Soon, their worries are back, though, and with good reason. First, the sound of alarm from the camp and mere moments later and much to their consternation the telltale noises of a battle echo across the river. Fuck. The Witcher and Jaskier aren't caught between warring enemy armies yet again? However, judging from the neighing and thudding of hooves, there is no other explanation. Nilfgaard must be attacking the Temerian military camp. Now Cahir can also spot something that looks like a dark wall of riders emerging from the blackness of the forest. The Nilfgaardian cavalry. Why do they always attack when it is most inconvenient? Couldn't they have waited just a few hours until the Witcher and Jaskier are safe on the other bank of the Ina? Bastards! Cahir curses loudly, in Nilfgaardian. And there is nothing they can do but wait and worry. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

So, even though they hate it, that is what Milva and Cahir do for the rest of this sleepless night, sit and wait and worry in silence while listening to the muffled din of the battle from the other side of the river, praying to all the gods that, against all odds, the Witcher, Jaskier and Regis will be alright.

From Chapter 17 of “To Kill Or Not To Kill”. Read the chapter on Ao3: 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40814940/chapters/116183107

@chaos-company​

[lightasthesun]

(I'm Narnia anon again) but maybe... Maybe Ina nicer world, when Morgana is afraid and discovering her magic, Merlin decides to send her to Narnia for help, and she makes it there and Susan is there to tell her how wonderful magic is, and Morgana doesn't turn to evil-

Narnia anon my beloved!

That sounds wonderful... You know I might look on ao3 for crossover fics even though I'm usually not the biggest fan of them (unless they make sense in a way like the Witcher X BBC Merlin)

[raeshutupandbookup]

Book Review! 5 out of 5 stars!

Winter Dragon: Season's War Book Two

Author Olena Nikitin

This series does go in order so do read "Autumn Choas: Season's War Book One" first!

Ina's going after her dragon and others are going after Ina.

Dark Fantasy

Slow Burn

Slavic Mythology

Magic

Chaos

Drow

Strained Relationships

"The Witcher" and "Game of Thrones" vibes

Amazon link here

Barnes and Noble link here

[hanzajesthanza]

exactly! especially during the creation of the short stories.

WC: How, as the creator of the Witcher world, do you judge the work of the sketch artist, looking at the already drawn land ''between Ina and Jaruga''?

AS: That's where the biggest problem lies, stemming from the simple fact that I've never had the ambition to create worlds. Never! The world of the Witcher was always an allegory to me. I've never done what's supposed to be a Commandment of every fantasy writer, especially one that writes a longer story or a novel. He starts with the heavy duty of... cartography, meaning he has to draw a MAP. On the north he puts the mountains, on the south he puts the sea, the swamp, a lake, some rivers and everybody knows exactly where and through what bridges the hero goes and how far he is from the capital city. And if he'll go further to the east, he'll probably find the Grey Mountains, where, as we all know, there is no gold. I've never bothered with that and it was on purpose. It came from the fact that my world was supposed to be an allegory and from the fact that I was doing a different take on fairy tales! Themes and problems were more important, these two words, from which I usually built the title and that often appeared in the dialogue, was more important. The world in ''geographic'' categories simply didn't exist for me. It was, of course, supposed to be a fantasy, quasi-feudal world. It was to be inhabited by sorcerers, witchers, wizards; humans and other races: dwarves, hobbits, elves, dryads and half-elves. But this world and the order governing it didn't really exist. Despite creating many geographical names, towns, and you should know that I've put quite a bit of effort into making sure I never repeated them. Then I started changing that practice and some names started coming up again.

— Andrzej Sapkowski in an interview with Waldemar Czerniszewski, 1993

and later, during the swing of the saga:

Question: When did you start thinking about the witcher world as a single whole? Do you have a map of this world?

AS: I understand that in your question we are not talking about the world, but about the size of the world - in other words: from when could I know exactly how many days a horse or wheel trip will last from Novigrad to Cintra? It began with the "Blood of the Elves," of course. Until then, this distance was of little interest to me - although of course I knew that there are two such cities. If we are talking about the world in a philosophical sense, then it was always, nicht Wahr? The map, of course, exists. It was done by [Stanislav Komárek], my Czech translator, I then supplemented and expanded it.

— Interview with Sapkowski "Don't be a kurwa like Geralt" (1996)

small edit because i wanted to mention this, too:

also, when i think of these statements about the map in tandem with this statement:

Question: Does the appearance of Geralt, Triss, Dandelion and the other characters corresponds with your idea of ​​their appearance?

AS: Believe it or not, but when I write, I do not see my heroes. I have no images and pictures before my eyes, I just put the letters on the sheet in the right order. I do not know what Geralt, Yennefer or Dandelion look like. For me they are only letters on the paper. And the reader, when he takes the books, sees exactly the black letters on a white background - everything else is done by his imagination. My task is to arrange these letters in such a way that the reader is happy and interested.

— Interview with Sapkowski "My best book is not written yet" (June, 2015)

though he could have simply have been trolling… if his response is genuine, then i’ve often wondered if sapkowski has aphantasia? it would be quite interesting, as an author.

FINALLY A FUCKING MAP THANK YOU NERDS IN WARSAW

[hanzajesthanza]

if you're not rocking with baptism of fire, you're not rocking with me 😤😤

[lilith-of-rivia]

Chapter 1: The Meeting

Summary: Ina of Cintra the Lioness's firstborn daughter has been a well-kept secret. her title as princess never leaving the castle walls, her abilities, abnormalities not being uttered without the blessing of the queen. She has her entire life planned and guided so she doesn't break the Crown's rules. She has been an outstanding model of good behavior, that's until she meets a certain witcher.

Word Count: 3.6K

Warnings: Blood and gore, swearing, mentions of death

I

“Ma’am…” Knock, knock, knock. I had heard whoever it was coming to wake me up before they even got to my door.

“Yes?” I heard them hold their breath, they weren’t expecting me to be awake.

“Uh-uh yes ma’am, Druk is outside. He has sent for you.”

“Yes thank you. I’m awake.” I said as I rose from my bed. Folding at the hips my fingers gazed at the floor as I yawned in a stretch. My spins cracked along with my shoulders.

“Yes of course ma’am” There were no footsteps and the heartbeat was still there outside the door.

“You may leave now.”

“Right right, yes ma’am.” Scurried light footsteps filled the empty hall as they left.

With a heavy sigh, I contemplated the day I had ahead of myself. Mornings with Druk were never different. The day was was one full day of drills, day two was one different full day of drills than to day three, four, five, then repeat next week. Druk wasn’t like other witchers I had met. He wasn’t focused on the coin or glory. Maybe it’s because he saw his brothers and mentors be slaughtered when his Keep fell.

“Knock knock.” My eyes snapped to the door of my room, dragging attention away from the gauntlet on my. My mother stood at the door. She was still in her sleep clothes, a wool robe hugged her body as she smiled softly at me from the door.

“Morning mother,” I said looking back at my gauntlet, huffing in frustration as I struggled to get them tied.

Wordlessly my mother walked across the room, grabbing my arm as she sat in the chair across from the one I was in. her fingers delicately tied the strings tightly, the gauntlets tightening around my wrists. Once finished, she softly held one of my hands, her face was cold, stoic as always. But once she looked me in the eyes I saw the fear.

“You know, don’t you…” I nodded my head. Looking out the window of my room, breaking eye contact. I stood up walking from her to the armored cabinet in my room. I grabbed my two swords from their hooks looking over them and assessing their sharpness.

“I heard you and the court talking last night. Many in this castle forget I have super hearing.” I heard her sigh heavily, shakily.

“I’m so sorry, Ina…” I turned to her. Her gaze was on the floor, her chest rising and falling fast.

“Mum...don’t cry…” I crouched down by her side, my hands going to hers squeezing them. She looked back at me, one hand cupping my face. Her thumb softly brushed over the scar on my left cheek.

“I’m so sorry I brought you into this world...Into this life...I wish I had known your life would be so painful…” I leaned into her warm hand, my eyes closing as she spoke.

“Stop blaming yourself...everything happens for a reason...and no matter what happens after the meeting today...I will always love you.” Her hand moved from my face to my neck. She pulled me into her chest, hugging me tightly.

“I’m so sorry.” Hse sobbed into my hair, rocking us back and forth. I said nothing, just kept my arms around her, holding her while she sobbed. Her tears wetting the spot she laid on my shoulder.

“Don’t be…”

II

“You know princess, I do not normally wait. You are lucky the gold and wine your mother gives is so good.” Druk’s voice was below a whisper as we snuck through the damp dark woods. My hands felt the tree bark under us as we slowly tipped around the fallen trees, as to make as little noise as possible. Funny with Druk’s big mouth.

“My mother is very worried about the meeting tonight,” I whispered back, following him as he weaved in and around the thickly wooded forest. We were hot on the trails of a stray kikimore that had been terrorizing a southern village. Druk and I were sent to take care of it.

“Are you worried?” Druk asked, pausing to look back at me.

I stopped too for a moment, thinking about his question.

My eyes searched the forest around us while we sat in silence. The forest was no longer lush and green. Late Saovine meant the world was cold, covered in ice and snow. Nothing was awake. All the animals were in hibernation, birds had flown south for the winter. The only things still awake were the monsters.

“No. I’m not. Should I be?” Druk looks away from me, his amber eyes searching the forest around us.

“Tonight is the night a pannel of witchers, mages, and the royal court you belong to decide if you go through the trials...maybe a little of fear. It would be healthy.” I smirked and rolled my eyes.

“Fear isn’t necessary for my vocabulary.” Druk laughed softly, his head nodding as he looked me in the eyes again.

“Then don’t be afraid. Fuck em all. If any woman could survive the trials it’s you.” Once finished with his small sentiment, a cheesy grin spread across his face. He nodded his head in the direction of the kikimore and we both rook off after it again.

Our feet lept, ran, jumped, and sprinted across the fallen trees and rocks throughout the forest. The snow-covered ground would cause too much noise. Druk had gone to the Witcher school of the cat. He prides himself on his ability to remain stealthy and quiet, all while being just as lethal as witchers from other schools. He taught me to only put my feet on the ground when it really mattered. You’re much easier to be tracked and killed when you travel foot to the ground. But foot to a tree to rock is a different story.

Jumping from a rock onto a tree we scaled the side till we were above the tree line. Out heads stuck up and out of the dead branches. Our chests rising and falling heavily as we looked around, noses sniffing out the location of the kikimore. The high point giving us the advantage. Druk’s yellow eyes scanned the trees below while I sniffed the wind. He had better eyes than I. his mutations to thank for that. The wind blew softly and the thick smell of iron and rotting corpses seeped into my nostrils and filled my head.

“To the east,” I said quietly. Druk adjusted his direction eyes grazing the land elbow us. A small smirk graced his lips, he found it.

“It about four hundred yards northeast. Common princess no time to waste.” We quickly scaled our way down the tree till our feet were steady on the branches. He wasn’t wrong, we were already out way longer than we were intending. Meaning we were going to be late for the meeting.

Druk took the lead. His hand holding the hilt of his silver swords. His other hand out in front of him, his fingers gleaming with a soft blue tint. Aard was spoken in elder inaudible to the average human. He was prepared to blast the kikemore to give me more time to ambush it. Druk only ever took the lead, then he’d stand back and watch. He’d teach me a new skill by charging whatever beast. Whether it was a new sign manipulation, a new combat skill, or hell even how he wields his sword. He started, I’d then follow and clean up.

“Ready Ina?” There was a soft pop and a cork fell onto the ground below us with a soft thud. His head fell back the liquid pouring down his throat. He grimaced slightly before turning to me, his eyes were black as night, now white to be seen. The veins on his neck, face, and hands were dark black and bulging. The potion was vital for witchers, giving them heightened senses, and skills. Allowing their powers to increase.

“So fucking ready,” I said, a smile gracing my lips. He returned the smile, his more sinister with the help of his eyes.

My sword was in hand. The silver catching the few rays of sun peeking through the clouds above. We both moved silently through the brush. Out feet feather-light against the snow. We moved fast, never keeping pressure on one spot too long to not break the crust of the snow. Druk made it to the clearing first. The Kikimore was alerted to us as soon as we reached its small nest.

Druk’s hand thrust out in front of himself, a huge ball of blue light smacked into the kikimore, throwing it back and hard into the tree. Druk sheathed his sword and ducked behind me. The kikimore shook its head before it made eye contact with me. I crouched lower to the ground, eyeing the beast. It slowly started to move to its left, so I mimicked it. We slowly began circling one another. The Kikimore’s large gray limbs stabbed into the ground with every step. Its gross snarly face, red beady eyes looking me over, studying my every move. The only issue was I knew where and how it would be.

The kikimore pounced, its legs kicking up dirt as it tore after me. The short distance between us was gone in no time. I lunged out of the way. Diving and rolling away from the clumsy beast. I was much smaller, giving me an advantage.

“My my what an ugly fucker you are.” I mocked. The beast turned to me again, and let out a low grumbly growl. I was moving closer to its nest. I could smell the rotting bodies even worse as I moved slowly. My eyes never leaving the kikimore.

It charged again. I slashed my sword through the air, spinning around, splicing my sword up in the air. The kikimore squealed and screamed as its leg fell from its body. Spinning on my heels my sword slashed through the air again, making contact with its neck. The sword slashed through the beast’s thick, fat neck like butter. The screams stopped, the kikimore’s body falling limp on the ground, blood-spewing, and pooling on the ground and around my boots. I sighed heavily, a smile gracing my lips again as I whipped the dark black blood from my blade before sliding back into its sheath on my back.

Clap, clap, clap. “Very well done princess!! A full-grown warrior kikimore down in two strikes, no potions or magic!” Druk had a smile ear to ear, his potion still in effect. Seeing a laughing, happy smiling witcher with pure black eyes was a sight to see.

“Only as good as my mentor my dear friend,” I said with a laugh. Crouching to the ground, my hand gathering the small tuft of hair atop the kikimore’s head and lifted it so it was eye level with me. Blood dripped from its mouth, nose, and eyes. Its dark purple tongue hung out of its mangled mouth.

“Add another one to my list.”

III

“Common hurry Druk!!” I yelled through the rain as we ran up the cobblestone road towards the castle. The kikimore’s head swung over my shoulder. “We are already late they will have my head!!” Druk ran from the stables after me, quickly catching up with me right as I neared the doors.

The two guards opened them for us as we walked through. I breathed heavily, my lips blue as my teeth chattered. Despite my many abnormal traits I still got just as cold as the average human. The rain had come out of nowhere. The two of us speed walk down the corridor, our muddy boots squeaking against the marble floors as we got closer to the royal library. A place I’d only ever been when I was being threatened by the crown’s court. The doors appeared ahead of us as we both halted before we could be close enough to be heard. The floor below us was wet as we dripped head to toe.

Glancing at Druk I gulped, now that I was about to walk into the room, I was more than terrified. The prospect of the trials was so much closer than they had ever been my entire life. Druks hand went to my shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“You’ve got this.” He whispered, before giving me a soft push towards the door. I took a deep breath before shoving the door open, swallowing the fear and placing the stoic look of my mother back on my face.

The voices in the room stopped when I walked in. my boots stopping heavily on the floor. My eyes glanced around the room, everyone there were people I have known for many years. My mother stood in the center of the room by her throne, my sister who was not supposed to be here was next to her. They looked scared.

“Sorry, I’m late, had a prior arrangement.” I heaved the beast’s head over my shoulder and threw it on the floor. It flopped down and rolled a little its tongue falling out as its cold dead eyes stared up at Gadri, a member of the Crowns Court. His face scrunched in disgusts before he kicked it away from his shoes.

“You are nearly three hours late, Ina.” I rolled my eyes my attention going back to my mother and sister.

“What is she doing here?” I asked pointing to my sister.

“We think it’s important that the future queen gets to help make choices regarding her subjects.” Hazzez, a plump fat little man with a bald shiny head and large white mustache and beard said standing from his seat.

I huffed, the corner of my lip pulling into a sly smirk as I shook my head. Water falling on the floor.

“Yes, the future queen who passes her sister even tho her sister is the senior. Yes, and my sister needs to be in control of whether I will be subjected to the trials and if I’ll die or not.” Druks witcher attitude tended to rub off on me. Witchers are trained, to be honest, overly honest. Blunt and rude is what many present them as.

“Ina. enough.” my mother said sternly, her jaw tightening. I bite my tongue nodding my head. My fingers pulled at the buttons of my jacket, throwing it on the floor in a wet pile. The room was cold, making the wet clothes on my body send shivers down my spine.

I glanced around the room, eyeing the other members of the Crown’s Court. And then the other few people who were in the room. Tissaia, a mage from Aretuza smiled at me fondly as we made eye contact.

“Hello, princess, my how you’ve grown.” Her voice filled the empty room. I smiled back at her.

“Tissaia-” I bowed my head to her softly, “yes, it’s been a while hasn’t it? What 15 years?”

“17 years.” my mother chimed in behind me.

“Whos the mystery man next to you?” I asked her, she glanced over at the witcher who was perched next to her. Druk was seated next to him.

“Well get to that in a second. Please sit down.” Hazzez said, gesturing to a lone isolated chare in the middle of the room.

It was as if I was on trial, for simply being born.

IV

“Druk how has she been doing?” My mother asked, her eyes glaring daggers at the five men who were attempting to discredit the years of work and training I had done with Druk.

Durk rose from his seat next to the other witcher, a bored look on his face. “She is exceptional. Not only her physical talents in combat and swords but her book knowledge. I’ve trained three other witchers before her, and none of them come close to the skills she posses. She is a skilled alchemist, a skilled swordsman, she is skilled in nearly every talent she tries. I would trust her in a battle to have my back any day. It has been an honor training her for 15 years, your highness.” I smiled at him, a smirk covering his lips.

“With all due respect your highness we are not interested in what the witcher from a failed school has to say. The witcher to his right has been watching her and keeping track of her success. That’s who we care about.”

Before the witcher could address them, Tissaia stood up. “What is the problem here gentlemen. On her fifth birthday, you all made this a rule. You said her abnormalities would only ever benefit her if she was trained as an assassin or a witcher. She has been trained for 17 years by a witcher, as a witcher. She has proven time and time again she doesn’t need the trials and mutations to be as skilled as a witcher.”

“Thank you, Tissaia, but need I remind you that you are only here to as a stand-in for the mage in your court who can still perform the mutations. Please sit down and be quiet.” My mother shot Tissaia a look, making her shut her mouth and sit down. The witcher next to Druk stood up.

“I have been following her and her trainer. For months now. Even just today I followed them while they killed the stray Kikimore. She killed the Kikimore with two strikes something many of my boys have struggled with as fully mutated and trained witchers. She without a doubt has a talent and a heart of the witcher.” I heard my mother’s breath catch in her throat as she held my sister’s hand. My sister was stating at me, had been since I sat down. Her face was painfully still, her throat tight as she breathed heavily. She looked scared, so did my mother.

“Tissaia, you will take Ina to Kear Morhen. Along with the mages in your court. The mutations will be done by the end of the week.” My throat ran dry. Hazzez kept talking but my brain tuned him out. None of us thought they would go through with this. The chances of me surviving the trials and the mutations were nearly impossible. Less than 20% of the boys who face the trials died. And the mutations are designed for male genetics, not females. I was never supposed to be mutated, just trained.

“Hazzez you piece of shit!!” My mother screamed as she stood from her chair. Her hand reached for the dagger she kept strapped to her thigh.

Her hand came down quickly with the shinny dagger, flying towards Hazzez face. My hands quickly caught her arms and I pushed her back. Knowing if she killed one of her court members over me I would surely be sent away and killed, no chance of survival.

“Mother mother please stop it please,” I screamed into her red, tear-stained face as she attempted to fight me off. Her chest rose and fell heavily. She hissed through her gritted teeth, she was probably breaking teeth.

“Queen Calanthe-” Hazzez spoke. I turned to look at him, my back to my mother. Her dagger is in my hand. I threw it to the floor, kicking it away. “Do not forget the sympathy the crown, and your father gave you for your bastard daughter. She should have been killed out of the womb. But your father cared too much for you. Count your blessing that you got 20 years with her, and at least she will die with a little bit of dignity.” Hazzez stood up to leave, the four men ready to follow him, they gathered their belongings.

“Gentlemen.” My mother said, her voice harsh and cold like the wind outside. Her brows set in a low glair as she looked them up and down. “I am still your queen, you do not get to control everything. It’s clear you’ve made your choice, but when it happens. That is my choice. She is my daughter. I choose when she goes with the witcher. I do not know when that will be but it will be after her sister’s betrothal. If you have an issue with that, find a new court to control.” the five men looked at her, then each other before nodding and walking out of the room silently.

My mother’s hands held my arms as she dragged me into her chest. My sister came up to us both, her hands wrapping around both my mother and me I. her head resting on my shoulder. Wrapping one arm around her and one around my mother, I let my fear fall. My fear came out in silent sobs. My shoulders shook, my eyes clouding as I stared at the wall behind my sister. The tears pooled down my face.

My mother pulled back, one hand on each of my cheeks, her fingers brushing my tears away.

“You will be the first female witcher to ever be. You will make history.” my shoulders started to shake more violently as I cried more. The impending end of my life is on the horizon. My mother’s denial was just to help her cope, but we both knew how it would end.

“Mum...we both know what will happen to me...I won’t survive it.” my voice was broken as I spoke caving as I cried. Her fingers moved faster to wipe my tears as she shushed me. My sister’s hands are on my arms and back.

“Even if that’s the case, it won’t be for at least another month. Live your life for the next month the way you want to, no regrets,-”

“No hesitations.” I interrupted her, a small smile tugging at my lips. Her eyes softened at me. She leaned in placing a soft kiss on my forehead.

“You can do this Ina. You are the Lioness Cub. If anyone can do it, it’s you.”

[eredins-a-king-aint-he]

It’s all posted now :D

[roughentumble]

anyway blood and violence and People That Just Arent Quite Right are fun. hannibal+dexter+parts of spn Very Good

[bubblehead-ai]

Wax Witch

A long time ago in the medieval epoch the witchers and the witches were in bad blood. The wise five kept the peace so that the two fractions could coexist. Last night all five of them got murdered. Both fractions called the other one out. After weeks the situation heated up more and more until eventually both leaders agreed on a gathering for a tribunal in which each could bring up their evidence.

Sereena is the oldest daugther of the mother witch. She was trained since she was little .. to fight .. to protect. That's what her mother and the teachers told her atleast. The murder of the five? She noticed a group of "guards" leaving the witch hideout right when the shift switch already had happend. On that night the five died. The indices for this and other incidents added up. She was confused and confronted her mother about it. That talk didn't go well at all. Briges were destroyed that evening and Sereena finally realized her mother's true evil face.

The day of the tribunal had come. The whole thing was just a facade. The head of witches didn't plan on finding a solution for peace but for a takeover. Sereena knew for sure when her mother commanded her to assasinate the king of the witchers. If she would not follow the order her own mother threatened that she would take her little sister Mabel away to the outerlands to make her a cold blooded killer just as she tried it on her. Sereena would protect Mabel also if it's the last thing she does ... so there was no other choice but to do what her mother demanded...

The witcher king and his entourage arrived at the church of the wise five in the late evening hours. Sereena waited on the roof. For her the fight already started. She fought with her own thoughts. In some minutes the last spark of peace would burn out by her hands but also Mable is in danger. She means the world to her. Meanwhile the two leaders began talking and arguing. Tears escaped the window of her soul. In a split second she decided to cast a luminous spell as a distraction instead of beeing responsible for a blood bath and made a run for it. Chaos spread in the church. Sereena run as fast as she can back to the witch hideout to escape with Mabel. She took her by the hand and said they had to leave .. that their mother was pure evil and that there is no other choice. As they were about to pass the gate her mother stood suddenly in her way. She was a step ahead of her and anticipated her plan. The highest witch cruelly laughed and said "Come here Sweety". This apparently meant Mable.

Mabel let go of Sereena's hand made 2 steps forward. "Nooo! Mabel please" Sereena shouted in tears. Mabel turned around and looked in her sisters eyes. "I am sorry Ina" she said in her innocent voice as she casted a spell that turned her older sister into wax...

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so, prompt. I was thinking, considering you're coming off a high, what about geralt getting high, and he's like, really confused by it? Like, he didn't think weed (or whatever magical equivalent) would affect his witcher body? so Jaskier has to take care of him and make sure he doesn't just spend the night lying in the river and telling roach how much he loves her. Maybe some feelings are then spilled? ps. LOVE your kidfic. Have fun with the rest of your high!

I would like to turn this into a proper story at some point, but for now, enjoy 1800 words of Geralt getting so, so stoned and soft.

(Obligatory note: I can’t edit replies to asks once I post them or the cut/readmore will vanish, so please forgive any typos or errors.)

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Geralt held the pipe that Jaskier had passed him carefully, as though he might break it. "You know this won't work on me, right?"

Jaskier, who had already taken a deep puff of the stuff, looked at him quizzically. "What do you mean?"

"Witchers can't get drunk," Geralt said. "At least, not on regular liquor. I doubt this—what did you call it? I doubt it'll be any different."

"Cannabis," Jaskier said, pronouncing the word lovingly. "And you never know. It doesn't feel like alcohol, maybe it'll work differently."

With a shrug, Geralt put the pipe to his mouth and inhaled, more to be polite than anything else. After all, Jaskier had apparently gone to significant effort to get hold of the stuff; that he was sharing it with Geralt was a measure of real friendship, and it would be rude to refuse. The smoke burned a little, and dried out his mouth, but he took another puff and quickly got used to it.

"There you go," Jaskier said, smiling as he took the pipe back. "You're a natural, didn't even cough. I coughed like the devil my first time."

"Hm," Geralt said. "Don't feel anything yet."

"Oh, I've heard that before." Jaskier's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Keep going, give it a minute."

So they passed it back and forth in pleasant silence until the crumbled, fragrant dried flowers that had filled the bowl were only ashes, at which point Jaskier tapped it out onto the ground and pulled out his pouch to fill it again.

"Feeling anything yet?" he asked. He clearly was; he'd started to sway gently from side to side, and his face seemed locked ina soft, pleased smile. Geralt took a quick inventory of his senses.

"Not yet," he said. And then, not really knowing why, he said, "Maybe I should try some more."

"Oh, that's a wonderful idea," Jaskier said, beaming. "Here, you light it this time, I hate messing about with a flint." He held the pipe out and Geralt cast the gentlest of Ignis, just enough to get it going. Jaskier handed it to him then, not even taking a draw himself first. Geralt breathed it in, and already the smoke felt less acrid, the taste less offputting. He found himself puffing away for several minutes, until suddenly Jaskier leaned forward and plucked the pipe from his hands.

"Careful now," he said. His voice was very gentle, and it sat pleasantly on Geralt's skin. "If this does work on you, I don't want you going overboard your first time. Let's just sit a bit, see if it kicks in."

Sitting by the fire next to Jaskier seemed like a lovely thing to do, so Geralt nodded agreeably and sat. He hadn't realized before what a beautiful night it was—he'd noticed the clear skies, of course, when assessing the weather and deciding whether to camp in the open or build a lean-to to shelter under, and he'd been aware of the temperature and humidity as potentially-relevant facts, but no more. Now, sat before a crackling fire, he felt that he could actually appreciate the cool, dry evening air, and the riotous spill of stars across the sky, forming familiar shapes he hadn't really looked at in years.

He didn't realize he was staring at them until Jaskier nudged him companionably. "What are you looking at?"

"The stars," Geralt said, still gazing upwards. "There's so many of them, and they're so bright."

"You're <i>smiling,</i>" Jaskier said, voice rich with delight. "So much for cannabis not working on witchers, hmm? Look at you."

Geralt felt a faint echo of embarrassment, as though he <i>ought</i> to be embarrassed, and an even fainter echo of alarm, because he was—he realized now—in no state to keep an alert watch for any danger. But they were only echoes in the back of his mind; the rest of his mind was occupied with feeling better than he had in—hell. A long time.

"Give me some more of that," he said, reaching for the pipe, but Jaskier pulled it out of his reach.

"Just a bit more," he said. "Let me fill it again, it's gone out."

Geralt managed to tear his gaze away from the night sky to watch with fascination as Jaskier emptied the bowl and filled it again, fingers working delicately to crush the dried flower buds down to the right size, then gently tamping them in with a light touch. He had always liked Jaskier's hands, though he tried not to think about it much. He wasn't sure <i>why</i> he shouldn't think about it, though. They were beautiful hands, fine but strong, the calluses on his fingertips a testament to his skill.

Jaskier took a deep draw off the pipe, then sighed rather beatifically and handed it to Geralt. "That's enough for me, I think," he said. "I'm feeling about as fine as I can handle."

"That's good," Geralt said, and took a puff himself. It was hard to close his mouth around the stem, he realized, because he couldn't seem to stop smiling. "You deserve to feel good, Jaskier," he said, and with the hand that wasn't holding the pipe he reached for Jaskier's hand, took it and turned it palm up in his own.

Jaskier jumped a little when Geralt touched him, but he settled easily. "Oh, you're definitely high," he said, his voice warm and fond. The sound of it tingled over Geralt's skin wonderfully. He was, he realized; he was undeniably affected. Apparently his resistance to alcohol had no bearing on this particular substance. This time not even a distant ghost of alarm haunted him at the realization, and its absence felt almost as good as the presence of pleasure.

He was still holding Jaskier's hand, he realized, drawing slow circles over the palm with his thumb as he drew more deep breaths from the pipe. He glanced up. "Is this okay?"

"What, you holding my hand?" Jaskier smiled, a little crookedly. "I don't object, darling. Go right ahead."

Permission granted, Geralt started to stroke up each finger, lingering on the callused tips, unreasonably fascinated by their texture—the contrast of the smooth, unworked skin of his palm with the rough layers of horn he'd built up over the years. He hardly even noticed when Jaskier gently plucked the pipe from his other hand; he'd stopped smoking by now, too absorbed in his task of examining Jaskier's fingers. No, not examining, he thought. Something more than that. <I>Knowing.</i> He wanted to <i>know</i> Jaskier, the way he knew the night sky.

He glanced up and met Jaskier's soft gaze, and for a moment he felt captured by it. He'd seen Jaskier look at him like that before, but only in stolen moments—usually when he thought Geralt wasn't looking, or when Geralt was terribly injured (though never so terribly as Jaskier claimed). He'd always liked it, though—for reasons that escaped him at present—he'd never cared to admit to himself that he liked it.

"May I," he said, and lifted Jaskier's hand to his mouth. His lips were tingling, a wonderful feeling, and he knew that the feel of Jaskier's calluses against them would be even more wonderful.

Jaskier's eyes widened. "Uh. Yes? Go right ahead, I guess." His heartbeat had quickened when Geralt asked, but he didn't smell afraid, and there wasn't any fear in his voice. Geralt supposed that this was odd behavior, but at the moment it didn't seem to matter. He closed his eyes and gently pressed his parted lips to Jaskier's fingertips, and the sensation of the callused skin grazing them was as lovely as he'd imagined. Jaskier's heart thumped away almost frantically now like a deep drum, pounding a beat too fast to dance to.

"My lips feel amazing," Geralt murmured, because they <i>did</i>, and it felt imperative to give voice to that fact. He opened his eyes. "Do yours too?"

"I—I—" Jaskier stuttered. There was a deep flush high on his cheekbones now, and it made him look beautifully delicate, though Geralt knew he was no such thing. Jaskier was stronger than he looked, and tall and broad, but at the moment he looked as though a harsh word might shatter him to pieces. A wave of unbearable tenderness swept over Geralt then, and a desperate need to make sure Jaskier felt as good as he was feeling right now. He kissed each fingertip, enjoying the choked noise Jaskier made, and the sudden strong scent that floated up between them. It wasn't new—he'd smelled Jaskier's arousal before, often in the early days of their acquaintance, then less frequently, except when Jaskier returned to their shared room after bedding someone. But it had never entirely gone away for good.

"Geralt," Jaskier said, speaking slowly and carefully, "are you sure—I don't think you'll be glad that you did this, when you're sober again."

The quiet sadness in his voice ached fiercely in Geralt's chest, and he couldn't stand it. He pulled Jaskier close and he came with no resistance, letting Geralt press their foreheads together, though his face was still pinched with worry.

"You deserve to feel good," Geralt told him again, and kissed him. Jaskier made a choked-off noise that might have been a protest or simple shock, and kissed him back fiercely.

For several long minutes they kept on like that, Geralt's hands roving over Jaskier's back and neck and sides as they kissed, slow lazy kisses, and deep. When he tried to pull Jaskier down with him to the ground, though, Jaskier stiffened and pulled away.

"Geralt, no," he said, sounding like it pained him to say it. "Not—you won't want this, later. When you feel like yourself again."

"I hate feeling like myself," Geralt said, and the note of petulance in his voice should have embarrassed him, but he didn't seem capable of feeling that emotion right now. "I like feeling this way. This is better."

Jaskier's face crumpled at that, eyes bright and sad. "Oh, darling," he said softly. "I'm sorry. But I'm not going to fuck you while you're high, you'd never forgive me."

"I'll always forgive you," Geralt said simply—because it was true, and how could Jaskier not know that by now? But Jaskier only shook his head, eyes starting to shine wetly, and pulled Geralt back up to sitting.

"Come on," he said, leaning up against him, arms wrapping him up in an embrace that Geralt gladly sank into. "Let's just wait it out, all right? Let's just—you can feel good, and I'll feel good, and we'll feel good together. But not like that. Okay?"

Geralt nodded, tucking Jaskier's head under his chin. "Okay," he agreed, and it was as if his arousal had been a dream he'd had years ago, vanished like smoke. This was good, holding Jaskier like this, and he couldn't imagine wanting more.

Jaskier took a deep breath and settled in against him, and they didn't speak for a long time.

[apatheticanvas91305]

I should probably do a new year post huh...

Okay well I'm bad at words 95% of the time so I hope all my love for you guys comes across anyways

2020 one has been one shit show after another and yet I feel good! 2019 took me by the neck and strangled me almost as much as 2020, but I didn't really have the people I have now to keep me going.

I'm really only still here because of @mmxvink and I never really tell her that (so when/if you see this dude, I'm gonna hide - bc no thank you emotions)

Anywaysssss, tumblr may be a hell site but it's also my comfort zone and I'm gonna tag the people whos's blog makes me smile and laugh (and sometimes cry because some of you guys are far too good at writing angst) and who's interaction (whether we interact a lot or just pass eachother by) makes me believe that it's not so bad after all.

@mischiefandi honestly you're amazing and you're absolutely right that your blog is like a lil safe space for everyone. You and this lot: @duskholland @t-lostinworlds @starrynightdeancas @on-a-bender @bend-me-shape-me are farrrrrrr too good at writing and have no right making me feel the emotions I do when I read your fics.

@totally-not-gadreel I cannot believe that so many people became one person yesterday and now I only have to take one of you. I love your blog, I love gadreel and I love that we're both working on such an amazing project to be a part of

@usercass you have such good taste in reblogs and ik I can always got to this blog when I'm in a need of a good selection of awesome content!

@snowfea bro your blog inspired me to start watching the Witcher and I can never go back thank you for your service

@darling-angel-mine @aniridescentdreamer @too-asexual-to-care @toomanyfandoms008 @deliciouslydeafeningstarlight you guys are just the ones near the top but to everyone of the people I regularly see reblogging from here ily and ik its probably just cuz I reblog allllll the time so my reblogs just clog up your page, but it's nice too see you passing by anywho and I hope you have a good year <3

Also here are some gold standard blogs that don't really know who I am but I highly recommend and hope they have a brilliant year: @kingjackless @rambleoncas @tearsofgrace @chaoticdean @armellin @hail-misha @fandomstuff67

and finally @aka-its-called-whiskey our blogs don't really interact outside dms but you're an amazing friend who keeps me going and I genuinely love you to bits!

HAPPY NEW YEAR GUYS

if I missed you it's a my brain problem, just remember that ina few hours or days I'll remember someone and smack myself for not tagging you and I doooo love you, I promise

go support the @superiornatural-rewrite for the new year, it's full of amazing people and content, you won't be sorry!!