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[witcher-rarepairs]

Nominations Open for Witcher Rarepair Prompt Fest!

Welcome to the Witcher Rarepair Prompt Fest! Geralt/Jaskier get so much love and attention, and with good reason, but there are so many other great pairings in the Witcher and this prompt fest is for them.

How did Roche and Iorveth go from enemies to lovers? What do Vilgefortz and Rience do in their downtime between plotting evil plots? Can the Empress of Nilfgaard and the Queen of Skellige turn their political marriage into a love match? Just how good of friends are Fringilla and Francesca, exactly? And how well did Geralt and Mousesack know each other before the plague?

Tag nominations are open now!  So head on over to the tag nomination form here and nominate all the Witcher twosomes and moresomes you would like to see in the world, plus a few tags and tropes to get people inspired.  GBBO AU?  Kaer Morhen hot springs?  Animal transformation?

This prompt fest is open to characters and ships from all of the various Witcher media we have, from the books to the TV show to the games to Blood Origin to Nightmare of the Wolf to Thronebreaker to anything else I am forgetting.  The only thing I ask that you not nominate is Geralt/Jaskier - there are many other events aimed at them and this event is for other ships to shine!  You may still nominate Geralt or Jaskier in other ships, like Geralt/Emhyr or Jaskier/Yennefer.

So send me your nominations!  Reblog this post far and wide!  Ask box on this blog is open if you have any questions at all!  Let’s come up with some great ideas!

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AAAHHHH!!!! Another goal reached!!!! 😍🙌

Thanks again so much for all the interactions!!! And I hope everyone is having fun and is excited about this next drawing. 😌🤭

and as per usual, another teaser. ;3

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[ladymilka]

Inktober day 20 - The Witcher

Geralt of The Witcher.

[dravenxivuk]

Witcher Lambert in atroppa-nightshade‘s palette Pop Culture

[inexplicifics]

The Kaer Morhen Restoration Project apparently didn't do any actual research. Ciri has some opinions about their choices.

I wrote flash fic!

[tishawish]

Touch Prompts - 9. Listening to the other’s heartbeat

squeezing in one last geraskier piece before the year ends! thank you for following along with me this year<33

[izzy-hands]

Quickfire Questions With The Witcher: Blood Origin Cast [x]

[endiness]

ultimate ships challenge ♡ 'star-crossed lovers' ships (1/2) ↬ the witcher | radskier

[multi-fandom-imagines8]

Fictober Challenge

Hello everyone! I wanted to get back into writing since it’s been so long (other than the Az fic). With October around the corner, I’m excited to do another writing challenge and would love some inspiration. So please send in some requests! I prefer angst, but I’m open to any ideas.

A/N: Writing every day for a whole month was nothing short of a whirlwind. There were moments of exhaustion and moments of inspiration, but somehow, I pushed through. Sometimes, I had to improvise and pull ideas out of thin air, and there were days when I found myself writing two or three pieces just to keep up. It was both draining and deeply rewarding. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy this collection that came from hard work and late nights! 🧡

Fluff🍁

Appropriate amount of angst? 🍂

Pure/heavy angst 🌧️

Day 1: Still Not Over You Qimir x reader 🍂

Day 2: Bound by Duty part 1 Cassian x reader 🍁🍂

Day 3: The Price of Vengeance Sam Winchester x reader 🌧️

Day 4: Shadow of the Past Alexander Morozova x reader 🍂

Day 5: What We Could’ve Been Part 1 Eris Vanserra x reader 🍁

Day 6: A Heart Off Guard drabble Steve Rogers x reader 🍁

Day 7: Forever in the Dark Part 1 Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader x reader 🍁🍂

Day 8: Forever in the Dark Part 2 Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader x reader 🍁🌧️

Day 9: A Song of Ice & Shadow Part 10 Azriel x reader 🍁🍂

Day 10: Drowning in Silence Dean Winchester x reader 🍁🍂

Day 11: Behind the Walls Erik Lehnsherr x reader 🍁🍂

Day 12: In Another World Part 1 Kylo Ren x reader 🍂

Day 13: More Than Enough Azriel x reader. 🍁🍂

Day 14: Trouble Xaden Riorson x reader 🍁🍂

Day 15: No More Running Qimir x reader 🍁🍂

Day 16: A Heart Off Guard Steve Rogers x reader 🍁🌧️?

Day 17: A Song of Ice & Shadow Part 11 Azriel x reader 🌧️

Day 18: Forbidden Desire Rhysand x reader 🍁

Day 19: Torn by the Dark Part 1 Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker x reader 🍂

Day 20: Fading Love John Shelby x reader 🌧️

Day 21: The Mighty Cold Thor Odinson x reader 🍁

Day 22: Torn by the Dark Part 2 Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker x reader 🌧️

Day 23: Only One of You Rhysand x reader 🍁🍂

Day 24: Convenient Inconvenience Xaden Riorson x reader 🍁

Day 25: Bound by Duty part 2 Cassian x reader 🍁🍂

Day 26: A Song of Ice & Shadow Part 12 Azriel x reader 🌧️

Day 27: In Another World Part 2 Kylo Ren x reader 🍁🍂

Day 28: Die for Love Jaskier x reader 🌧️

Day 29: What We Could’ve Been Part 2 Eris Vanserra x reader 🍁🌧️

Day 30: A Comforting Presence Anakin Skywalker x reader 🍁🍂

Day 31: Not So Rational Azriel x reader 🍁

[medusapelagia]

10 - The Tower of Terror

written for @steddieangstyaugust (prompt: "Where were you?”) and @augustwritingchallenge (Prompt: enemies to allies) and @aug-kissed (prompt: Blow a Kiss) Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve/Eddie TW: Witcher AU, violence, blood, injuries Words: 1626

(An AU inside an AU?!?! Yes 😂)

When Steve’s mom dragged him to Kaer Morhen as a kid, Steve didn’t know that she was selling him to the mages to make a witcher out of him. He just thought it was a funny adventure. They rode in a little carriage together with some cabbages, and then they crossed the woods and started the same long path that now Steve is walking down, holding Roach's bridle with one hand, guiding the stubborn girl down the steep slope.

Steve never knew how much the mages gave his mom. He hopes they gave her a lot, she still had other five kids at home and he was just another mouth to feed: too young and weak to be really helpful working at the farm.

Now his mom and his brothers are long gone, but Steve is still there, doing what he was raised to do: killing monsters.

At the end of the winter, he says his brothers and their father goodbye, and gets back on the path, ready to kill monsters and humans alike. Because sometimes, the worst monsters have human skin.

On his back are his two faithful swords, silver and iron, that he keeps in tiptop shape, cleaning and sharpening them every night before resting.

He doesn’t stop at the first few villages, he wants to leave them to his brothers, but he keeps walking toward the farthest towns, looking for little villages that definitely need a witcher, even if most of them can’t really afford him. But Steve was never too high-maintenance: if the people are nice to him and they really need help, he will help them, in exchange for some food and a comfortable place to sleep. 

He would probably help them for free as well, but even witchers need to eat and sleep.

That’s how he finds out about the Tower of Terror. An old tower that’s all that remained of a big castle up the hills and that was destroyed during a strong earthquake.

He’s eating some bland soup, the only thing he can afford at the beginning of the hunting season, when a man, wearing fancy clothes, sits next to him.

“You’re a witcher, aren’t you?”

“What gave it away? The white hair or the yellow eyes? Maybe the two swords on my back?” Steve asks sarcastically, he doesn’t want to have anything to do with rich men, they are the ones that always try to fuck him up and pay him less than the agreed amount.

“Snarky, aren’t you? I thought all of you were grumpy and scary men.” 

“Met many witchers?” Steve asks without even turning.

“A couple. When I was a kid. Anyway, I have a job for you. I want you to go to the Tower of Terror and free the place from all the monsters that inhabit that place.”

Steve lifts an eyebrow, “Did they attack the village?”

“Not yet. But they are monsters! We can’t live under the threat of those monsters coming for us if we want to become a bigger village. You see? At the moment all we have are just a few houses, but the road that leads to us is the quickest route to get to Hawkins. If we manage to kill every monster in the Tower of Terror, we will be finally able to attract more travelers and become a bigger city.”

“And make more money.”

“And make more money.” The man agrees, “The tower is full of gold and jewels, you could take anything you want once you clean it from the monsters. So what do you say? It’s a pretty big deal.”

“What kind of monsters haunt the tower?” Steve asks, squinting his eyes, pensive.

“How the fuck would I know! I never got there.”

“I don’t take jobs if I don’t know what I’m facing.”

“Oh. Too bad. Well, I guess I’ll ask the other witcher.”

That catches Steve's attention. What other witcher? He concentrates, trying to find a slow heartbeat like his but finds none.

“Oh, he’s not here yet, but we sent a messenger a few weeks ago and he promised to come soon. In the beginning, I thought it was you, but the messenger told me about dark pitch-black hair, so…”

There’s one witcher crazy enough to accept a job without knowing what the fuck he’s going to face. A witcher on his back has two swords and a lute. A witcher that’s crazy like all the witchers from the Cat School. 

Eddie.

Steve takes his bowl of soups and gulps it down in one go, slamming it on the table, “Good for you.” he says, leaving the tavern.

He’s not even halfway through the village when he hears a familiar voice singing a stupid song, he turns in time to see Eddie get off his dark horse and put away his lute.

“When the tavern owner told me a grumpy witcher with white hair came to the rescue I couldn’t believe my luck.” He grins, getting closer to Steve who is still riding Roach.

“Not here to help you. Just looking for a job.”

“Are you saying to me you’re allergic to money? Because, my dear Steve, that castle is full of gold and jewels. So full that you won’t have to hunt for at least ten years.”

“And became old and fat in the meantime? No thanks.”

“Come on! It will be fun! You and me against the world!”

“There’s no you and me. There’s you. And there’s me. And our paths won’t cross again.”

“Oh, you weren’t so adamant when I was fucking you against the tree in the middle of the woods a few summers ago.”

“That was a one-time thing. And we were drunk.”

“Were we, Stevie?” Eddie asks, licking his lips and showing the little cat fangs.

“We come from different schools.”

“Doesn’t mean we are enemies. I'm pretty fond of you, actually.” Eddie says, blowing him a kiss and then winking at him.

“It does,” Steve replies, deadpan, before hitting Roach in the stomach and pushing her to gallop away.

“Tomorrow, at first lights! I’ll be there, waiting for you!” Eddie yells, but Steve doesn’t even turn.

***

Steve doesn’t sleep. He doesn’t even meditate. He just tosses and turns, thinking about that only night he shared with Eddie years before. How good it felt to be adored and loved even if it wasn’t real.

Finally understanding he won’t get any more sleep he sits near the ember of his fire, trying to remember everything he knows about the Tower of Terror. He has definitely read something about it but now all he can think about are pale hands wrapping his sex while a horny voice whispers dirty things in his ear.

If Eddie is really going to get into the Tower alone he will die, and those hands will never touch Steve again with reverence and desire.

It’s not Steve’s problem. If Eddie wants to die he’s free to do as he wishes.

Roach turns her head, glaring at him from the tree she’s tied to.

“Ok, I get it. I get it.” Steve sighs, dismounting the camp and preparing himself to fight.

***

It’s the smell of blood to guides him through the stupid tower, not the greedy, as Eddie insists when they meet in a maze of corridors.

The dark-haired witcher is holding his side, a deep wound gushing blood through his fingers, but Steve doesn’t have the time to take care of his injuries, because the monsters with no eyes are attacking them again, their shriek so loud on Steve’s sensitive ears that he has to fight with himself not to drop his sword and protect his ears with his hands.

With a slash, he cuts the arm that’s reaching out toward his head and when the creature loses its balance, Steve’s sword pierces him from side to side. He doesn’t even have the time to retrieve the blade, when another creature, smaller than the first, attacks him, making him fall on his back while he tries to keep the monster’s mouth away from his face. Steve kicks it in the stomach and the creature yelps, recoiling just enough to give Steve the time to grab the dagger from his belt and cut its throat.

The dark and warm blood falls on his clothes and his face, and Steve curses, kicking the dead beast.

“You should think about dyeing your hair.” Eddie chuckles, spitting some blood, “Black maybe it’s a little too dark fir your skin complexion, but I think chestnut would be perfect for you.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Steve replies, trying to determine how bad the injury is.

“Where were you? I thought we agreed to be here at dawn.”

“I didn’t agree.”

“I heard you growl, distinctly. That’s not how your school expresses agreement?”

“Fuck you.” Steve says, fishing some vials for his bag, “Take this.”

“Swallow? How magnanimous of you.” 

“Just drink it and let’s get out of here.”

“Can’t.”

“Come on Eddie. Not even a cat can be so stupid to risk his life for some jewels that were probably stolen ages ago.”

“Have you ever seen monsters like these?” Eddie asks, pointing to the two dead creatures.

Steve squints at the monsters without eyes. He doesn’t remember having read anything about them in the book he studied, and he definitely hadn’t met such creatures before.

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that if you come with me we could find something more than gold and jewels.” Eddie drinks the potion in one go and gives the vial back to Steve, “Can we be allies, for once?”

Steve stares at the other witcher who slowly gets up, one hand still protectively in front of his wounded side.

Allies.

Just for this time.

They shake hands, and then their medallions start to shake like crazy.

(Should I start working on a Part 2???)

[klickbeepbeepboop]

Witch and Cat Inktober Day 1

Today's prompt was seasonal witch and witch cat.

So I combined the two.

An autumn witch and her cat preparing to cook -a trespassers body- I MEAN.. a nice soup before the winter comes.

I liked the idea of them having to run away to the woods during the medieval period for their own safety, but they live through till today and kill anyone who near their house, in fear they will find out they're a witch, as they don't know no one believes in witches anymore.

So I tried to add skulls, plague masks and gas masks to show them going through time as well as to show who has been killed by them.

Here are the prompts I am merging together if anyone is interested

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GOAL REACHED!!! 😍🙌

Thank you so much again for all the likes, reblogs and interactions!!! And as promised, Tissaia with her hair down. 😘

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[angivarrrre]

color wheel challenge but ⚔️WITCHER⚔️

[dravenxivuk]

Lambert in @atroppa-nightshade ’s Heat Waves.

[inexplicifics]

Eskel gets hired to investigate a possibly haunted cottage. It is, in fact, haunted, but not in quite the way he expects.

I wrote flash fic!

[littlestsnicket]

title: putting the ‘fun’ in dysfunctional by sassaffrassa

word count: 9.1k

jaskier/vernon roche; post series canon blending; ‘casual’ sex; spy!jaskier

why does this pairing exist? i have no idea but despite not having played the games i am 100% on board with it. i love how jaskier is portrayed here—the subtle ways he’s grieving geralt and yennefer, how he’s kept going anyway, how he has a life outside of them, how pushy and insistent and rude but still caring and compassionate he is, the way he and roche have fallen into this terribly awkward relationship, the parallels and glaring differences between roche and geralt.

excerpt:

Roche always has to be extra careful meeting with Jaskier— his history as the Sandpiper notwithstanding, he’s known among Redanian intelligence agencies, and makes a godsdamned nuisance of himself on a regular basis. Thaler had reached new levels of blistering swears that even Roche hadn’t heard before when he’d heard who Roche had gone and recruited, but so far the benefits outweigh the drawbacks.

So far.

A shadow moves across the gap beneath the door, shuffling at the threshold. Roche breathes steadily, fingers clenching on the hilt of his knife, waiting for—

Jaskier bursts in the door like a drunken peacock, rattling with loose coins and extra gear. “Ahaa,” he says loudly, with an exaggerated wink at Roche. “Thank the Mother Melitele for a long nights sleep after a successful performance, I’d hate to have to stay up late fielding mindless questions before I head out on the road again in the morning— truly, the gift of the Goddess to be able to rest in the luxury of a quiet bed after a rowdy crowd.”

The door swings shut on his words, leaving the room dark again. Roche shifts his grip on the knife and raises an eyebrow.

“Do you have to do that every time?” Roche asks. His voice is quiet, just loud enough to carry, and as flatly unimpressed as he can make it.

“Darling Vernon,” Jaskier says, entirely uncontrite. “It’s all part of the performance. You of all people should know— who might be listening? What malcontents are there out in the night who might have followed me up, or beloved fans wishing for one last encore—”