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cailenbraern · 9 months

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Not sure if I can fully articulate my thoughts about Jaskier’s growth as an artist throughout the seasons of The Witcher but I'm going to give it a go.

Because when we meet him in season 1 , he's more or less just starting out. He's fresh from Oxenfurt and determined to make a name for himself on the continent. The trouble is, he's got nothing to draw on. He's still young so his experience is negligible. He performs songs about monsters and creatures with little accuracy or meaning, and we meet him being jeered and pelted with food.

Meeting Geralt gives him a new inspiration for original songs, although he's not truthful, particularly in Toss a Coin. As Geralt said, that's not what happened, and Jaskier responds with respect doesn't make history. He's still too young and too inexperienced to realise what impact his songs can have, and he's solely determined to improve the reputations of Witchers along with his own reputation.

The two other songs in season 1 are Fishmongers Daughter, which I'm not going to discuss in any detail, and Her Sweet Kiss. Now one cane argue that the latter is heavily drawn from personal emotion and feeling, but the end result is a fairly normal ballad style of song with poetry as lyrics and vivid imagery and metaphors. It's a start, but Jaskier still has a long way to go.

Then we get to season 2, where we find Jaskier in the early stages of recognition. We see him performing in a packed bar, with accompaniment, and the crowd are lapping it up. It helps that the song he's singing comes, as per his own words, from the heart. Burn Butcher, Burn is 100% emotion, 100% authentic, and gone is the poetry. The lyrics are raw and passionate.

Despite this, we're led to believe that he found his fame with The Golden One. In contrast with BBB, this song lacks any emotional punch. It's purely a story or anecdote set to music. A fun little ditty, but unless you can suspend your disbelief, if open to criticism. As happens when attempting to smuggle the Elves onto the ship.

Now, we know that at this point, Jaskier has done and seen and experienced far more things than he had in season 1, and this has left an impact on him. He has matured and developed his sense of empathy and his kindness so much more than the immature travelling bard showed in Posada, thanks tp witnessing the violence and persecution of the elves, while also dealing with his own broken heart. Yet he's still clinging on to his want and desire to be respected and applauded for his skill and talent in writing and singing songs, so we see that he does not take criticism well.

More happens in season 2 to shape and form him, Rience's torture for one, the massacre at Kaer Morhen, his friendship with Yennefer and his mending (such as it is) of his friendship with Geralt along with the continuing politics all across the continent.

I do have a soft spot for Whoreson Prison Blues. The first two verses are beautiful, followed by a very crude, very catchy chorus. I can't imagine he would include it in future sets, but it's so personal to him in that moment that I love it.

Little wonder that by Season Three, we are met with yet more changes in our bard. His words to Radovid stating that he doesn't 'do pretty' suggest to me that he has consciously decided to move away from filling his songs with poetry and imagery and is focused more on honesty and truth. Extraordinary Things which immediately follows is a perfect demonstration of Jaskier singing openly and from the heart.

But what I wanted to get to in this long winded post, is that this is the season we finally see the Emotional Impact Jaskier's songs have on other people. No criticisms, no jokes, just the power of his music.

Whatever your opinion on Radovid and his motivations, Extraordinary Things affected him. You can see this in his reaction as he hears it for the first time, and he so clearly can't get it out of his head after hearing it only one time, that he goes above and beyond to learn it.

Next is Ciri, and we see Jaskier singing a lullaby (which he may or may not have written himself, jury's out on that) to her. Later, in the desert, she sings the lullaby back to herself, drawing strength and courage from it. This power has been given by Jaskier through his singing, making her feel safe and loved in a vulnerable moment.

Finally, Eternal Flowers, which I'll say here, is the best I've ever heard Joey sing, both on the album version and in the live performance on the show. He has his lute, but he lays it down like laying down a weapon. It's just him, stripped bare, open, vulnerable, honest, true. This is not his song, but he feels the emotion and the message as thought it was. His empathy is shining. It moves him to tears, but not only him, the Dryads also feel the emotion he is channelling, and it moves them to tears.

I don't have much of a conclusion to this ramble, but TL;DR, Jaskier’s songwriting and art has evolved over the three seasons and his bardic power is a might force to be reckoned with. He will be remembered long after Valdo for his honesty and beauty.

Not pretty. Real.

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theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction · 1 year

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Whoreson Prison Blues

Pairing: Jaskier x Reader (Ft. Geralt)

Warnings: Violence, language.

Inspiration: Season 2

Summary: Imprisoned and alone you find yourself bonding with your cell mate only to realise that this wasn’t a mere stranger.

It wasn’t exactly how you planned the day to go but there weren’t any regrets. Being beaten and thrown into a cell was a common occurrence recently, in fact you still had bruising from the last entanglement with the knighted patrols.

The third day had nearly passed and a guard tossed a small bowl of water into the cell which spilled onto the floor. He jeered through the barred doors and then turned away when he heard a commotion. To you, it sounded like two guards struggling to detain another unfortunate individual.

“Well, well. Looks like you have a friend.” The duty guard chuckled and then disappeared from sight to open the cell door on the opposite side of the brick wall. There was a harsh shove and somebody hitting their knees on the floor.

“Maybe this will make you think twice about helping the elf-bastards.” A second guard laughed.

The cell doors slammed and you heard the keys jangle as the lock was fastened. Still cackling, all three sounded like they were jesters and decided to walk out and celebrate their win privately. This worked in your favour allowing you to plan an escape until you heard a small mumble through the crack in the wall.

“Reminder to self, file a complaint for these hideous cells. Oh, great - an audience of rats.” The voice sighed.

You didn’t know why but the stranger made you smile. “The rats are pretty decent company.”

“That’s funny. I had a friend who would have said something like that. They were a real badass. We used to travel with this broody, moody, muscled fellow who liked to act complicated.”

Hold on. Now that you listened to the voice more carefully, it began to match a face that you hadn’t seen in months.

“Jaskier?”

“…Yes?” The bard replied. “Who’s asking?”

“Y/n - you wonderful singing fool!”

“And how do I know that you’re who you say you are and not some trick by the guards to lure out information?”

You rolled your eyes but commended that he was being more aware of people in strange lands. The bard used to be far too trusting.

“Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount of Lettenhove. Original composer of Toss A Coin To Your Witcher. You have a tendency to woo married women - even tried your luck with me too. You tried to kiss me after getting drunk in Cintra and then again when we were dealing with that werewolf-“

“Okay, you’ve made your point. I can’t believe you’re here. What are the chances?” Jaskier wondered aloud. “What have they got you in here for?”

You paused for a silent second and stared at the metal cuffs around your wrists. It was probably best not to get into detail about what you had done to wind up on the hate radar of this town.

“Better question, what are you in for?“ You deflected.

Thankfully, Jaskier didn’t hesitate to answer and if he was curious, he chose not to follow up on it. He let out a long sigh and you could imagine the look on his face.

“I helped a wanted criminal escape.”

You laughed at the idea of the humble bard being involved in something so prickly. Jaskier didn’t appreciate the reaction and there was a scoff. “It’s true! I’m very close with the Sandpiper.”

The Sandpiper was a name not loudly spoken, so you figured that he wasn’t telling tall tales.

“Alright, I believe you. You’ve been wandering very interesting circles. The Bard and the Piper - you must tell me of the stories one day.” You smiled and rest your head against the stone wall.

Your stomach began to rumble just as the main doors swung open and two guards walked in. You heard a metal tray clattering and recognised that it was the final meal of the day. When the guard approached your cell, you watched as he entered and carelessly tossed the tray down. You had refused to eat anything that was given in fear that it had been poisoned by one of the many people you had pissed off.

You could hear Jaskier trying to salvage what hadn’t touched the floor and was about to tell the guard to jump off a cliff when a round ball of stale bread flew and hit you in the face quite harshly. It rolled off your lap and settled on some hay. You turned to the guard and glared daggers.

“Eat that or get a taste of my blade.” He threatened.

With a huff, you chose to ignore the guards presence all together. It wasn’t long before he left and you took up the measly portion that was more dirt than bread and tore off a piece.

“This isn’t so bad.” Jaskier commented. “Could use some seasoning.”

You stared at what you were eating and wondered if it was hard enough to concuss the guard on duty…

“So how’s the broody fellow?” Jaskier wondered.

At first, you frowned but then remembered who he was referring to. The Witcher who took a lot of patience.

“I don’t know. We parted ways not long after you left. He was being increasingly difficult so I told him as much.”

“How did he take that?” Jaskier wondered, knowing exactly how the man could behave.

You exhaled. “He told me to ‘fuck off’ and left me in a swamp.”

The memory of that day was leaving a bitter taste in your mouth…or maybe it was the bread. Either way, you didn’t want to clutter your mind with something useless.

Jaskier seemed to have silently agreed.

“Well, screw Geralt. We don’t need him.” He said and began tapping on some spoons.

There was a loud clang against the cell bars as the guard slammed his palm across it to get the attention of them both.

“Will you both shut up? You sound like fucking spurned lovers.”

Jaskier laughed at the thought and you were glad that he was fated to be your cell partner. As the guard piped down, the rats scurried over to the bards cell where the spoons clanged a little louder and with a bit more rhythm until Jaskier had a catchy tune.

“It's been a long time travellin'

On roads that lead to nowhere

With hopes and dreams that always rot…” he began to sing softly, pausing every so often to form the artful words.

You waited for the next bit but he seemed to have a bit of a block. Without thinking, you leaned back and looked at your surroundings.

“Sometimes it takes a prison cell to remember how shitty the world is.”

“Oh, that’s perfect!” Jaskier told you and began tapping again.

“Sometimes it takes a prison cell,

The tricks and tales, the traitors' tell,

To help you see that freedom is all you've got.

So lock me up and sock me up,

And throw away the key.

Go fuck yourself, you whoreson.

'Cause you're through fuckin' with me.”

Jaskier was a bard of many talents and you had missed him all because of a falling out with a mutual friend. It must have been the exhaustion of being locked up that you started singing along to the song just to keep occupied.

“Go fuck yourself, you whoreson! Cause you’re through fuckin’ with me.”

A few more rehearsals and you and Jaskier had the duty guards on edge each time you switched shifts. They might be brutes but you couldn’t help but credit their creativity with the death threats.

Another day passed, you were still locked up, Jaskier was now doing solo renditions for the rats, and the bread hadn’t improved in taste or quality. You began to think of a way out of the cell and devised the start of a plan that included stealing the keys with Jaskier’s help. It wouldn’t be easy but if you got your hands on a sword, the guards would be unmatched in skill.

Then, there was an unexpected commotion in the hallway during Jaskier’s song.

“Fucking hell. You know what? We’re trying to rehearse in here.”

You heard the bard complain and then apologise to the rats for the interruption. “Good sir. You would not know talent if I shoved it up your … Geralt.”

You scoffed to yourself and wondered if Jaskier had finally gone mad. “I thought we agreed never to mention that broody grouch ever again?” You called out.

There was silence to the question and some soft talking that you couldn’t quite understand but Jaskier’s voice rose for a second. Then there was a shuffle of feet and you were drawn to your own cell door where a familiar man with white hair and broad shoulders showed his face.

Geralt unlocked you door and walked in. He bent down and worked his Witcher magic to free you of the cuffs.

“I’d say I’m shocked to find you here - but I’m not.” He said, helping his friend up.

You rubbed your wrists and dusted your pants. You looked at the man and shrugged. “You know how it is - chaos doesn’t just come in the form of magic.”

Geralt smiled and you couldn’t help but notice that something was a little different about him - like he was content, almost happy.

“I have no right to ask this of you but I could use your help.” He requested.

You could very easily have told him to shove off and be rid of the man for the rest of your life but Geralt was a friend through so many difficult quests. Plus it wouldn’t hurt charge him the fee of one apology.

“Just to be clear, I’m pissed at you for about a million things but I can’t resist a call for help.” You told him honestly and raised a finger. “One condition, Jaskier comes along.”

As if on cue, the bard walked in. “Say no more, I have no plans to leave. Oh…” his eyes travelled to the locks and chains laying on the floor. “Why the fuck were you chained up?”

Clearing your throat, you pointed to the exit. “Story for the road?”

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kingthunder · 30 days

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Analysis of Jaskier's songs from s1—

—and how they reflect the narrative events and Jaskier's character arc through the show. I'm trying to keep this as canon as possible and not look at it through shipping goggles, but there is textual stuff about Jaskier's relationship with and love for Geralt that's impossible to ignore.

Toss a Coin to Your Witcher: Jaskier’s first big break, the famous and famously annoying Toss a Coin. He wrote this when he was around eighteen and it definitely feels immature. He’s cracking bad jokes like “elf on a shelf” (god I hate that one, it grates me every time) and substituting “bleat” for “beat.” He’s taking enormous creative liberties with facts. And he’s being a little thoughtless; in his enthusiasm to hero-wash Geralt, he’s throwing elves under the bus, calling them devils and pests while he’s talking about Geralt as a friend to “humanity.” (more about this when we get into some of his later songs and his time as the Sandpiper)

This is an upbeat, catchy (and kind of shallow) song that I mentally classify as one of his “narrative” songs. It tells a story. It feels optimistic, much like Jaskier himself at this point in his life. After all, this is the kid who saw a big scary witcher brooding in a corner and decided that nothing could go wrong by following him around. He’s got a head full of heroics and heartbreak and nothing is going to dissuade him, not even being nearly killed. This song is a perfect time capsule of the beginning of Jaskier’s career and also the beginning of his long-running relationship with Geralt.

The Fishmonger’s Daughter: Jaskier plays this at Calanthe’s court when she orders him to play “a jig.” It seems like a pretty typical bawdy tavern song, the kind where you try to drum up audience participation. Most of the court seems to know it and sing along with it. No idea if Jaskier wrote this himself. He probably didn’t. It seems like one of those songs that everyone just knows.

Her Sweet Kiss: This song makes me feel deranged. This is definitely a Jaskier original. We see him writing and noodling with it at the beginning of The Mountain (tm) and asking other people if his lyrics are scanning well. He’s been traveling with Geralt on and off for about twenty years now, so he’s forty years old or close to it. He’s seen some shit, and part of the shit he’s seen has been Geralt and Yennefer’s relationship. He is not a fan. He is so deeply not a fan that he’s writing a whole song about it. But also? He’s putting himself in the song too, and he’s putting his heart on his sleeve, the same way that he tries to do when he talks to Geralt about going to the coast. The lyrics of this song are about three people—a man (Geralt), a woman (Yennefer), and the singer (Jaskier). It’s about how the woman is bad for the man, and how much the singer loves the man.

Whether you see Jaskier’s feelings for Geralt as romantic or not, these are the facts:

He doesn’t like Yennefer or think that she’s good for Geralt, and says so, repeatedly, both in casual conversation and in his music. In the song, he writes, “She’s always bad news, it’s always lose-lose” and that, “She’ll destroy with her sweet kiss.”

In the song, Jaskier calls Geralt “my love” and says, “I’m weak, my love, and I am wanting.”

He asks Geralt to go to the coast with him, so they can “work out what pleases” them. He wants them to stay together and not go their separate ways like they often do.

Immediately after this plea, Geralt goes straight to Yennefer and (just in case anyone was doubting that Her Sweet Kiss was about the three of them) Geralt and Yennefer fuck while an instrumental version of Her Sweet Kiss plays over the sex. I still can’t believe the showrunners did that. That was A Damn Choice. (deranged, I am deranged about everything about this)

The kicker is that the song wasn’t even finished when Geralt flipped his lid and shouted Jaskier off The Mountain (tm) and out of his life. Which means that Jaskier, alone and heartbroken (his own words from s2), finished this song and published it afterwards, even knowing that the entire situation had gone tits up and that he might not even see Geralt or Yennefer again. Maybe it gave him some catharsis to sing it, who knows.

This isn’t a shallow catchy tune like Toss a Coin or even Fishmonger’s Daughter. It’s deeply personal and a tonal shift from his previous music.

(and it makes me deranged)

Stay tuned for my season 2 thoughts!

#witcher #jaskier #jaskier meta #julian alfred pankratz #toss a coin to your witcher #the fishmonger's daughter #her sweet kiss #come for the music stay for the author losing their shit over every single choice the showrunners made about her sweet kiss #song analysis series #geralt #yennefer #witcher meta #jaskier's songs

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testingcheats0n · 10 months

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This is good. You know why that's good? Because I'm tired of the same 5 milktoast songs on the playlist for every single character in every single situation. We'll get leitmotifs at least if not individual themes, we'll get a marine theme, a pirate king's theme, a strawhats theme, a grand line theme, luffy theme, zoro theme, nami theme, all individual and reflective of their character. Something new to add to the world's colors and identity other than "binks' sake same version as always for the 100th time".

Please I beg, this composer did an amazing job with the Witcher's unique vibe creating a very original soundrack and the banger mentioned above, "toss a coin to your witcher". She (female composer win) can afford a few more creative braincells for the monkey luffah show??

Edit: her name is Sonya Belousova.

#one piece #one piece netflix #one piece live action #if turn into a clown for this one #visit me at the circus

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thenightling · 11 months

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A theory about "The Ride of The Witcher"

Netflix and Sony music have released the latest Joey Batey song for The Witcher Season 3. The song is to be sung by Jaskier (Joey Batey) and was a collaboration between Joey Batey, Joseph Trapanese (composer), and Percival Schuttenbach (Polish composers and band who did the music for The Witcher 3 video game).

Joey Batey is the front man for his own band that he had before he was ever cast as Jaskier. The band is known as Amazing Devil. And my personal favorite song of theirs is The Horror and the Wild. Anyway, the song was released early and it is probably the most elaborate Jaskier song to date in regard to production values. Only four other Jaskier songs have this much quality. Toss a Coin to your Witcher, Burn Butcher Burn, The Golden One and Song of the Seven. Song of the Seven didn't do quite as well as Netflix hoped. Before I proceed with my theory let me state here and now I cannot speak or read Polish. I barely know that Jaskier translates to Buttercup (though Dandelion is used in the English language video games and novels). I had to find a rough translation of the Polish chanting part of Ride of The Witcher on Tumblr. I would like to thank @spoonietimelordy for the Polish portion.

Now on with my theory. All of the bigger Jaskier songs tell a story. Toss a Coin to your Witcher tells an exaggerated account of Geralt and Jaskier's meeting with the exiled Elven King. Burn Butcher Burn is Jaskier venting his heartbreak at Geralt leaving him on the side of a mountain. Golden One tells the story of the golden dragon encounter from episode six of season one of The Witcher. And Song of the Seven was inspired by the events of The Witcher: Blood Origin. The Ride of The Witcher is no different. We are told a story.

Ride, Witcher, ride With the wind that moves the trees. Ride, Witcher, ride For the child of Destiny. Ride, Witcher, ride With the wind that moves the trees. Ride, Witcher, ride. Bring the storm that sets her free. Sleepless under frozen suns, Treachery and chosen ones. Rise anew, the time has come. To take hold of the skies.

Once betrayed, but not again. Steel restored onto his name. With silver coursing through his veins, And vengeance in his eyes! Ride, Witcher, ride With the wind that moves the trees. Ride, Witcher, ride For the child of Destiny Ride, Witcher, ride With the wind that moves the trees. Ride, Witcher, ride. Bring the storm that sets her free. Twisted lies and sorcery Make no match for Destiny. You won’t rest till worlds collide. So stake your claim and choose a side!

(Now with Polish vocals in the background)

Humans more monsters than creatures. Witcher more human than them. Butcher, White Wolf, or a saviour. The Witcher returns in the end!

(The Polish background chanting)

Z ukrytego lasu

Przez góry i ciemność

ruszysz znów

Przez ogień i wodę

Nic cię nie zatrzyma

Dzikość bestii w tobie tkwi

(In Polish repeating)

Szumią lasy, lasy szumią

Szumią lasy, szumią

Szumią lasy, lasy szumią

Szumią lasy, szumią

(Jaskier calls out)

Come on!

(Polish chanting chorus repeating)

Szumią lasy, lasy szumią

Szumią lasy, szumią

Szumią lasy, lasy szumią

Szumią lasy, szumią (Polish translated:

From the hidden forest Through mountains and darkness You will move again. Through fire and water Nothing will stop you. The wildness of the beast is within you. The forests are humming! The forests are humming! The forests are humming! They are humming! The forests are humming! The forests are humming! The forests are humming! They are humming!

Jaskier:

Oooooh! Oooooh!

(in Polish background:)

Jego córka

Więc rusza wiedźmin *(Special note here. This is the first time we actually see the original polish word for "Witcher." "Wiedźmin" is the original title of the book series in the original Polish.) (Translation: His daughter! So The Witcher sets off!

Ride, Witcher, ride With the wind that moves the trees. Ride, Witcher, ride For the child of Destiny. Ride, Witcher, ride With the wind that howls. It howls for thee! Oh, ride, Witcher, ride. Don’t fear that wind. It howls for thee! Don’t fear that wind, it howls for thee! It howls for thee! _____________________________ There are a few special things to note. This song is different from other Jaskier songs. For starters it is the only one to have Polish lyrics even if they're just sung in a background chorus / chant. It's also the first time we hear the original Polish word for Witcher.

The song is also co-written by Percival Schuttenbach, who did The Witcher video game songs. This is their first time writing music for The Witcher Netflix series. And I sincerely doubt they would have hired the original Polish composers just for a typical Jaskier tavern bard song.

No. Something is definitely different here. And it's not just because it has a Heavy Metal-esque Polish chorus and chant. Some fans have speculated that Jaskier will perform this in a tavern but I don't think so.

Now please hear me out. This might be a bit controversial but I always felt The Witcher Netflix series was a bit like a strange cross between Xena: Warrior Princess (for some of the character dynamics and the way the show uses Polish and central to Eastern European folklore the way Xena used Greek and some others), Buffy The Vampire Slayer (for the chosen one aspect and the found family), and a little bit of Highlander: The series (mostly because at least two of the main characters are not aging, the great music, and the sword fights). And this song made me think of something. It actually made me think of the resurrection spell in Buffy The Vampire Slayer season 6 that raised Buffy from the dead, tearing her out of Heaven so that she could again be the hero of the people. ("Here lies the warrior of the people! Let her cross over!") I don't think this is just a Jaskier song. For starters up until this point the "Common" language of The Continent has been English (though in the novels it's probably Polish). So what race is using the Polish language? Is it the Dryads? Is it some Ancient Elvish language? What is the Polish language to this universe since it doesn't sound like the common language of the show? Who is chanting during Jaskier's song? Can you really imagine the Power metal chanting during one of Jaskier's tavern performances? Perhaps. They do look like rock concerts sometimes. Especially in season 2. But instead of "You have been the most beautiful audience. If anyone needs me I'll be at the bar." Instead we have an intense "Come on!" like Jaskier is trying to do something, trying to accomplish something. This is not merely a song. It feels like a spell. Yes, he IS telling the story of The Witcher. The Child of Destiny is Ciri, Geralt's adopted daughter. And "Once betrayed" is probably in regard to Yennefer last season unless Jaskier accidentally betrays him this season because of his new lover's evil inclinations. (Cough.) "You will move again" doesn't seem like a normal lyric. And "The forest is humming." Humming is often a sound described for strong and intense magical energy. I'm not saying that Jaskier is a latent sorcerer but perhaps he's beseeching someone to cast a spell or helping with a spell. And doesn't "Ride, Witcher, ride" sound an awful lot like "Rise, Witcher, rise"? "The Witcher Returns in The End!" And think about the ending of the song. "Don't fear that wind, it howls for thee!" "Thee" isn't a normal lyric for Jaskier. His lyrics are usually very modern sounding compared to the usual language of the characters in the show. And why would Geralt have to fear the wind howling? "Wind howling" is a sly video game reference or... sounds one might hear when being called back to the land of the living.

I think Geralt might get killed and magick will be needed to bring him back. I think Jaskier's new song is a combo anthem and resurrection spell. Maybe they intensify a scene of the Dryads healing Geralt from the novels. There, There's my possibly VERY wrong theory about "The Ride of The Witcher."

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bamf-jaskier · 1 year

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So I know plenty of people are new to tumblr from twitter and also with Blood Origins coming out on December 25th it might be time to rec some wonderful Witcher creators in this fandom that would be awesome to follow if ur looking for more Witcher on ur feed!

Some fabulous artists to follow:

@ehay @mersephesie @thence-we-came-forth @hehearse @greenfinch-garden @mercisnm @minar-artwork @spielzeugkaiser @felrija @mayasooong @lavodkin @pokeberry5 @bluedillylee @brothebro @pixlatedvampire @shutupsycho @lookingforcactus @silvipeppers @bennearte @fioblah @hobbart-art @herbatahleb @ohciq

Some fabulous writers:

@clydethistles @limerental @cycian @ghostinthelibrarywrites @greyduckgreygoose @sargassostories @handwrittenhello (also an amazing artist!!) @fangirleaconmigo @likecastle @wanderlust-t @lambden @dunroamins @some-stars @blaidd-gwyn @whatkindofnameisvolta @drowningbydegrees @lothlaer @xyberry @holliday-inn @toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account @jaskierx

This is by no means a comprehensive list and it’s just artists and writers right now. I am not nearly as great at knowing other media fandom creators, the gif makers, etc so if you know any other awesome creators of any sort in this fandom please tag them to let others know!

#the witcher #rec list right here #myposts

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a-thirst-for-dunmer · 1 year

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My favorite things about all my Skyrim followers:

KAIDAN

-wicked ass armor and weapon with fucking tigers on it

-realistic cursing in life or death situations

-literally the most realistic male dialogue ever with his corny ass innuendos. ‘This monument, does it remind you of me, love? Just kidding.’

-so goated in battle. Mans can kill a dragon so easy and i don’t need to do anything but look pretty

-ACCENT.

CARYALIND

-his hair is so fluffy. I bet it smells like roses and vanilla bean, what’s your secret bb

-such a sweetheart all the time. No wonder he can’t be Thalmor, he has too much heart for it

-fucking backstory. It’s very Zuko without villain redemption arc, and the fact that he still worries about the LDB thinking worse of him for being Thalmor royalty is just *chef’s kiss*

-ACE REP. I really fucking love how he can dress like a hoe, flirt like a hoe, and look so hot but have no interest in sex. Mmm that’s my jam that’s what I like.

-boob window

-Kaidan interactions! Proving that Altmer can be kind and sweet and not lighting-shooting British assholes

INIGO

-the backstories for everyone are so damn tearjerking but this guy?? Don’t even get me started on this mans scars I will cry

-literally autism. Says everything on his mind. Sir you are me

-blue. And a cat. What else??

-Lucien and him have a bromance that hits so good

-suplexes Nazeem with only his vibes

-sings original songs, where’s his soundcloud

KHASH

-okay first off i was writing a character just like her for the daughter of my LDB and Revyn. Never knew about her but this is Leeta come to life and i crave it

-pottymouth

-Kaidan Big Bro protection dialogue

-so happy when she kills things

-literally exactly what I expected a baby Argonian to sound like. So cute. So grumpy

-her outfit is just on point. If i hadn’t transitioned i would be cottagecore peasant dress woman with cats

LUCIEN

-like Cary, he is just sweet himbo no brain

-kid in a candy shop vibes. He is amazed by the wonders of this world

-the nerdiest mans you know, would probably never shut up about shit with Auryen but i haven’t gotten that far yet

-bottom energy

-AUTISM once again

-also sings!! Can sing ‘Toss a Coin to Your Witcher’ parody!!

AURI

-she is the Moment

-eats people and only meat. Wanna see someone react to ThatVeganTeacher with her as a vtuber model oml

-bullies Lucien (affectionately)

-cool pod

-looks like she could kill you and could actually kill you

-slams ALL haters and unworthy into the ground with her dialogue. Faendal ily but you don’t deserve her

RUMARIN

-a sweetheart himbo

-very Skilled with magic, specifically bound weapons. As someone who uses conjuration as their main line of magic, because dremora and bound bow go brr, I LOVE THAT

-not really good at speaking poorly of anyone tbh

-like lucien, he’s optimistic and fun to be around

-very…earthy. Jank. Grungy. Not what you’d expect from an Altmer, to be living as an adventurer mercenary, and i like that for him

-eats in bed, brain too empty to clean for long periods of time

-polyamorous pansexual King

-says Z like zed, which makes linguistics in Skyrim lore interesting

NEBARRA

-literally me

-sarcasm to the max

-name means ‘foreigner’ or ‘scorned’ or something transgender. anyway, king nihilist shit

-only wants the good wines

-also, the Accent, very good very sass

-Shakespearean insults for days

-also regular insults

-just…insults

-mystery and striking fear into the hearts of all

TALIESIN

-i thought no one could top Revyn in vibes of what Elder Scrolls character i would kin but then ✨he✨ came along

-no idea why Altmer are Brits but with him, i can vibe with it he sounds so good

-giggles evilly in fights

-s a s s

-pansexual!! We are putting queer in the game! (Even tho all vanilla spouses are, in the most Basic sense, bisexuals)

-the spice he can add with Cary as a protector/snarky best friend. I Need their backstory

-afraid of dogs, cat person

-just an absolute bitch to the Dragonborn but like in a way my gay friends are to me

-eyeliner on fleek

HONORABLE MENTIONS FOR SKEEVER AND CROC

-silly voice go brrr

#tes #skyrim #skyrim custom followers

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one: let's meet again, for the first time

Pairing: currently ambiguous, f!MC (Niamh) x Cal, f!MC (Niamh) x (m!OC) Xander

Book: Nightbound

Word count: 3450

Rating: T

Warnings: cursing, mention of drugs

Category: (according to choices) horror; short-series, supernatural, romance

A/n: I'm not sure how my brain works and I don't think I want to find out, but this was first inspired by toss a coin to a witcher, but here we are. Bon appétit.

I’ve teased about writing it for years (literally), so I’m just as surprised as those of you who remember me talking about it, that I’m actually publishing it 😂

Quick introduction:

Initially, Niamh stayed in NOLA for a few months but eventually left

Throughout the events of the book, Niamh and Cal did not romance each other, but they had a short-lived fling several weeks after the fight with Thomas

By any means, I do not promise to be faithful to the original in terms of... anything. If something is not as it was in the book, it's because I deliberately changed it.

Setting: a year after the events of Nightbound

Tag list: @ladylamrian @lazypartridge @ginnyginsposts @brycesgirl @cashweasel @lilyoffandoms @choicesficwriterscreations (if you wish to be added or taken off the list, dm me! as usual, sorry if I forgot about someone)

pinterest boards for the vibes: niamh | cal | xander | crystaval / lamrian

Nothing can prepare you for grief. There is no handbook of conduct, and it does not get easier the second time.

Until forced to spend hours by herself in a spacious chamber, Niamh never thought of her as a survivor or as bearing any trauma. It was half past midnight by New Orleans’ time, the air was heavy and suffocating despite the downpour outside. She's been in Crystaval for over a year, learning the ways of conduct, history, military strategy and magic when despite Lady Avyanna’s motto of nipping one’s emotions in the bud, Niamh fell into panic. She always thought that grief only concerned those who lost someone dear to them, but having spent many hours in isolation she realised that she was grieving her old life, the one she was ready to leave behind before agreeing to stay in Crystaval.

"My Lady, a visitor has arrived."

She nodded almost imperceptibly as her eyes continued to observe the reflection in the mirror. A young woman was staring back at her, clothed in luxurious fabric, wearing a thousand-year-old jewellery, one that created the impression of a powerful, steady leader.

Straightening her back, Niamh rose up, and followed her aide towards the Grand Hall.

“Is everything ready for the announcement?”

“Yes, my Lady.”

“Who is the guest?”

“A young man from your birth realm. A nighthunter. He said the matter is urgent.”

Her heart skipped a beat, but her face remained impassive. The clicking of her heels reverberated in the spacious hall, blending with the happy chirping of the dwarf kingfishers, birds native to Crystaval, until a high-pitched ringing forced her to stop and lean against the wall. Alerted, Xander scanned the surroundings and, having found nobody around, placed a hand on Niamh’s back. “Breathe, Nia,” he said softly, stroking her skin.

The sense of duty threatened to blow his chest apart. Xander knew that this condition was unusual, possibly life-threatening, thus could not be taken lightly; however, Niamh made it very clear that this should stay between them. Since he was subordinate to her and not the Queen, Xander was obliged to follow the orders of the heiress to the throne.

Niamh bit her lip when the ringing became louder, clouding her mind and making her lose her balance.

“We should tell someone about this, it’s potentially dangerous and happens too frequently lately,” Xander murmured while delicately wiping the golden tears off her cheeks.

“Don’t you dare,” she threatened. “I have it under control.”

Closing her eyes, Niamh took a couple of deep breaths, waiting for her heartbeat to slow down. When she opened her eyes, she found Xander piercing her with his gaze.

“Let’s go.”

Familiar laughter echoed in the spacious room.

“What brings you to Crystaval?”

“What the actual fuck, Niamh?”

The royal guards eyed the nighthunter, looking alerted, but the blonde did not pay them any attention. Xander stepped closer, his hand already on the hilt of his dagger. Noticing the mobilisation, Niamh intervened: “At ease, he's a friend. Why don’t we step outside?”

In comparison to Crystaval, Lamrian's gardens were mundane, stale, boring even. The water had a purplish tint, the sky was adorned with two suns—Halcyona, the crimson giant, and Eirele, a smaller one, yet still bigger than Earth’s sun was slightly peachy. The scarce clouds were pink, and the air smelled of the lush greenery surrounding them. Nik found himself fascinated by the landscape, especially because he’s never been allowed to Crystaval, but his eyes never left Niamh's silhouette.

“You said you were coming back home,” Nik started, fumbling with his leather glove.

“This is my home.”

“Don't play dumb, rookie, you know damn well what I mean. All of a sudden, you decided to become, what, a queen? How come no one in the supernatural world knew about this? How is it even possible? Elric wasn't exactly that much of a big shot."

Niamh sighed quietly and began smoothing out her baby blue dress in an attempt to hide the trembling of her hands. “The throne is rightfully mine, but no, I am not a queen yet. Since Lady Thalissa preferred to remain in the colony, it became my duty to care for the folk of Crystaval as well as maintain peace among all seven realms,” she looked up and was immediately met with a pair of piercing grey eyes. “The kind fae of the Lavender City were asked to keep the new administration a secret until told otherwise, as we did not want unfit creatures knowing the authority was weak and unstable. Soon, the news will spread. I have gone through extensive teachings of Sir Xander about the history, politics, and militarization, as well as Lady Avyanna's magical training. Tomorrow, we’ll issue a statement of Crystaval’s readiness to aid other realms should they need it.”

Nik chuckled at the ridiculousness of this situation and averted his gaze, letting it fall on a peculiar looking plant, transforming right in front of his eyes. The flower’s petals were similar to regular lilies in shape, yet its colour differed from what Nik knew back from his realm. The pitch black of the petals was brought out by the elongated, luminescent cyan stamen, and the longer he looked, the more drawn into them he was.

“Don’t stare for too long, or you’ll hallucinate for several days,” Niamh warned. The nighthunter reluctantly obeyed. “Cyan Lily Regina, the hidden treasure of the realm. These stamens hide the dose of cyanide that could easily kill entire kingdoms. The most dangerous poison in all seven realms.”

Nik coughed. “I assume Sir Xander is the one watching me like a hawk?”

“Yes. He’s the royal advisor and the head of the army, you can trust him.”

“Sure I can,” Nik mumbled mockingly and lowered his voice to make Xander’s eavesdropping job much harder. “Niamh, what actually happened?”

“Queen Nymeria of Crystaval visited me in a vision two weeks after I left and requested that I visit her urgently. During the meeting, she explained that my father was her son, fourth in line to the throne. The rest of her children died under the attack of Svarvali tribes two days before she contacted me, which made me the last rightful heiress.”

“Elric must've been the long-lost child, I suppose,” Nik commented, gathering his thoughts. Ever since it was brought to his attention that Niamh might have indeed resided in either Lamrian or Crystaval, he began studying the fae’s politics, history, developing an unhealthy obsession with the royal bloodline. He noticed discrepancies within the official family tree, and according to his research, at least one heir was removed from the official data.

He made a mental note to update his notes. His gaze kept coming back to the flower.

“Her Majesty is approaching her final days. Having in mind the balance of all the realms, Lady Fate warned the Queen that she must train the heir and since I had demonstrated magical abilities, I was considered a prospective heiress immediately. Now I serve as the Queen's First Lady. With the aid of the royal advisors, I carry out Her Majesty's duties as she is no longer able to perform them. May I ask what brought you here?” Niamh resumed.

Nik squared his shoulders and sighed heavily as his fingers caressed the engraved hilt of his dagger.

“You ain't gonna like it, I'm afraid,” he admitted. “Something’s goin’ on in the bayou, it’s messing with the pack's minds," Nik continued, averting his gaze when Niamh finally looked at him. He cleared his throat. "They're nervous, angry—well, angrier than usual. Kinda hard to explain. They say they can hear the voices of their dead loved ones convincing them to give in to their primal needs, to kill, slaughter. Embrace the wolf, or some bullshit. One of them attacked a witch coven last night. They barely made it out alive."

Niamh frowned. "You came all the way here to bother the Queen about a vengeful evil spirit? It's a good thing you met me instead."

“I’ve checked every position in the bestiary, so trust me when I say it ain't no evil spirit, rook— Niamh. It's been going on for weeks, people keep disappearing and the pack's becoming a real pain in the ass, so you might wanna move your royal ass to New Orleans and play Moulder and Scully to figure out what's going on because neither me nor Kathy have a clue how to stop it. Besides, I had a hunch I might find you here.”

“You had no way of knowing that.”

“You’re underestimating my detective abilities.”

"Do you mean pestering Lady Fate for information for so long that she either gives it to you or curses you?" Niamh raised her eyebrow, smiling softly, and Nik averted his gaze yet again. She noticed a fresh scar on the left side of his face, which he skilfully hid until now. "What happened?"

He shrugged uncomfortably. "Your local werewolf leader wasn't a fan of my interrogation techniques."

"Octavia isn't a fan of you as far as I remember. She probably just waited for an occasion."

His brows knitted. "Last I checked, Octavia got her ass beaten during the competition. She was licking her wounds for weeks."

"Competition?"

"Ain't you supposed to know all that's hanging in our realm?"

Niamh blushed. Indeed, she was supposed to know that, and to a great extent she did—she just didn't want to receive any updates on the NOLA werewolf pack.

Quickly realising his mistake, Nik added:

"There were two candidates and neither wanted to step down, so according to some kind of their law they had to fight for the position. Cal spared her life, which was apparently very controversial, but yeah, he won anyway."

"Cal never wanted to be the Alpha, why did he change his mind?"

He shrugged and pointed towards the scar with his finger. "Take it up with him, we ain't on the best terms."

"Very well," she agreed, breaking eye contact. "Give me fifteen minutes."

“I hate portals,” Nik mumbled and took a look around. “You took us to the bayou already, great, it’ll save us some time.”

Niamh took a look around at the familiar wooden houses, the lake she used to watch every evening as Cal promised her to see fairies there, and the common bonfire area they used to spend many nights by. Her mouth felt dry at the thought of meeting him again.

“Alrighty, so a little heads-up—the chick you see next to Cal is Vivian, his unbearable, sassy girlfriend or whatever they call it. A real bitch, if you ask me, embodies everything I hate 'bout werewolves. Massive pain in the ass, too.”

Niamh nodded, ignoring the pinch in her chest at the sight of Cal’s arm around the woman’s waist. You have no right to feel that way, she reminded herself as they made their way towards the small congregation of men. Pack meeting. She remembered how Cal would ask her to stay home until he came back from those meetings, so she wouldn't accidentally interrupt. Pack meetings were in a way sacred to the participants, but the blond nighthunter paid little attention to that detail. Following him, Niamh soon stood in front of the pack leader, giving a stern look to a wolf next to him, ready to pounce on her. Suddenly changing his mind, he backed down and others followed suit.

Nik cleared his throat. "See, I brought in help."

Holding his gaze turned out to be one of the hardest tasks she’s ever been granted. She felt her eyelids twitch and hands shake, her brain was telling her to look away and run, but as a representative of Crystaval on official business that was not an option she could use. Straightening her back, she tightened her jaw and assumed an impassive expression. Cal could hear the pounding of her heart, she knew that. There was no fooling him. However, having observed him for a few weeks, she also knew how to read him, thus it was easy for her to see his confusion and the perplexed look on his face.

"How the hell is she going to help?"

Nik's gloved hand flipped Niamh’s long hair onto her back, revealing a string of golden runes on the side of her neck, old-nymetic runes that every supernatural creature knew about and was taught to respect. The runes said as follows: a high-ranking Crystaval royal, under royal guard's protection, powerful magic wielder, dragon protector. Child of the storm. And an augury rune, mysterious and portentous.

Crystaval royals were considered a very specific, hermetic group. They were those who held true power and ruled the supernatural world in all seven realms, those whose power far exceeded even the Fate's. Extensive training and versatile knowledge made them the most skilled, knowledgeable magic wielders in the universe. Hardly ever they were to leave Crystaval so as not to meddle in ordinary affairs, all of them marked with a person specific number of ancient golden runes, unforgeable, known to everyone.

Cal remembered his mother telling him not to ever cross people with golden runes, especially those with the augury rune. He never learned what it meant, but seeing one on his ex-girlfriend’s neck worried him.

Vivian spoke up. "Do you expect us to bow? Cause wolves don't do that, especially not in front of half-bloods."

Nik's brows perked up in surprise, yet he couldn't contain a mocking chuckle. "Feisty. And stupid."

"Viv," Cal warned, growling deep in his chest, his grip tightening on her hip.

"I don't care for your bows," Niamh responded calmly, her gaze pining the woman in front of her. "However, be advised who you're speaking to, as the next time I’ll order my guard to have your head impaled and exhibited as a warning."

The coolness and self-confidence in her voice made Nik's heart skip a beat in the most negative sense of the word. Sensing the threat, Vivian, unwillingly, bowed her head a little in a gesture of apology. Cal spoke up.

"So I assume you're here about Mason. We already interrogated him, he doesn't remember much more than I've told you over the phone," he addressed Nik. "I'm afraid you came here in vain."

"That remains to be seen, our neighbourhood fae queen-to-be appears to have some new powers to show off."

"Queen?"

In her head, she punched Nik in the arm with all her might. In reality, though, her eyes shyly met Cal's and despite the sudden urge to run at the familiar warmth, she spoke up.

"Yes, Queen Nymeria's journey in the far realm is coming to an end, and I was appointed her successor."

Cal choked down the urge to say "the hell?" hearing the manner of her speech. Niamh seemed brainwashed, perhaps indeed trained to become one of the most powerful figures in the supernatural world. It wasn't the same person he woke up to every morning last year.

"Listen, it's a mystery to me too, but we have more pressing matters on our hands now, don't we?"

Cal nodded. The pack meeting was rescheduled, and he led his guests toward a small wooden cabin, hidden deeper in the forest. Mason let them in wordlessly.

Niamh observed Mason while him, Nik, and Cal gave an account of the events of the night when he "lost control" as he called it. Finally, she addressed her companions. "Isn't it similar to the case of Jimmy?"

"Jimbo," Nik corrected her. "I mean, kinda, but not entirely. Jimbo, as it turned out, was poisoned and with him being a werewolf it didn't kill him but made him go feral. Mason was aggressive, but he kept mentioning voices."

"He got into a fight with several other pack members and mauled them pretty badly, but he was still able to obey me. I'm no expert on spells and witchcraft, but could it be that? We do have beef with another pack and several witches, maybe they decided to take revenge?"

Niamh shook her head. "I would feel it. There's no magic involved. Are you sure it's not some illegal substances from a new source?" she addressed the man on the sofa.

He looked up at her, shyly, unsure how he should show her respect. "I don't use, Lady."

Having pondered over the possibility of using magic on him long enough, Niamh proposed going through the werewolf's memories "It's not going to be comfortable, but I need you to stay as relaxed as possible and don't block your memories," she instructed, taking a seat on the armchair next to him. He nodded.

Cal nudged the nighthunter on his right, focused on polishing his pocket knife. Niamh kept instructing the werewolf in the other room. "Do you feel it?"

"Feel what?"

"The power she holds. It's… I've never felt anything like this. It makes you obey her even, the air feels different around her."

"What about last year?"

"Not to that extent. You can easily tell she's from Crystaval now."

Nik hummed, thinking of Cal’s words. "Fascinating," he muttered, watching one of the runes on her neck shimmer as she worked her magic on Mason. Leaning across the door frame with his hands crossed on his chest, Cal observed it as well, trying to wrap his head around the fact of how much she has changed in a year. "Well?"

"There's nothing,” she said, calmly, taking her time with the answer. Her hand touched Mason’s cheek as if in a soothing gesture.

"So maybe magic after all?" Cal suggested.

"No, there's nothing. Absolutely no recollection of that day. That's dark sorcery. You must have made enemies with someone more important than a local witch coven, Cal."

Take it easy today, she addressed the werewolf and exited his house. Cal followed.

"Should I call you your majesty now?"

"Not yet."

Taking his place next to her, the werewolf folded his arms.

"Nik told me you're the Alpha now. How come? The last time we saw each other, you wanted to leave this place and lead a quiet, peaceful life."

"A lot has changed since you ran away."

She turned her head to the other side, pretending to be looking at a passing dog. Of course, he held a grudge, she would as well. She left for no apparent reason. Cal sighed.

"The pack needed a strong leader. We've been having some issues with the Texas pack, and Octavia would just escalate the conflict to the point of a war."

"What do they want from you?"

"Beats me," he crossed his arms on his chest. "They're just sending threats for now. No demands."

“There’s something about him that just doesn’t sit right with me,” Nik interrupted, closing the front door. “You sure didn’t see anything suspicious?”

“No. How did you know how to find me? The court made sure the information would not get out until the right time."

"Yeah, believe me, I've noticed. Your secrecy cost me another round of stripping for the Fate and almost getting cursed, but she budged."

"Why were you looking for me?"

"Cause of Cal, obviously. He said your disappearance was weird, that your phone number no longer existed, and your mother said she hasn't seen you in months. Kristin was surprised as well. It got me thinking you might've fled to Lamrian, but it looks like you managed to made enemies there," he nudged her shoulder playfully. "Come on, spill, what'd you do to poor Thalissa?"

Cal looked up at her, his interest piqued.

"She believes I'm unworthy of taking my father’s rightful place on the Crystaval throne," she shrugged. "Don't believe in Lamrian's mushy sweet facade, Nik. Those who live there are expatriates from Crystaval, often times criminals who found refuge in Lamrian, which is basically n outlaw colony. Thalissa's protective domes aren't for bloodwraiths, they're for Crystaval's officials."

"What about Garrus?"

"As far as I know, he's free to come back."

"Does he know that? Cause he sure doesn't seem to."

"We've notified him several times. It was the first decree I issued when I gained influence."

Nik sighed heavily, looking around the bayou in thought. “Can we talk about this over a drink or is your curfew up?”

#choices nightbound #nightbound #nik ryder #cal lowell #oc: xander cadoret #playchoicesgame #choices stories you play #cfwc fics of the week #cfwc #proofreading is great but when you do it for the 5th time in such a long text its no longer fun #that being said - the text is proofread to a degree #if you find mistakes..... keep reading #i will find them as well #one day

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struggles-and-prose · 9 months

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📚 Beautiful Books part 7.3: The Witcher Series by Andrzej Sapkowski 📚

This is part 3 of my Witcher books review, so before you go any farther, go read part 1 and 2! I'm going to talk about all 8 of them in a 3 part post, since I can't add more than 30 pictures per post. So get yourself some hot cocoa and a bagel because this might be long lol.

⚠️Note that there will be some spoilers from either the books, series or games so, read at your own risk.⚠️

As you might know from a previous post, I got the 1st 7 books for my birthday from my dad, and the last one today like I already said, and they are published by Orbit.

7) The Lady of The Lake:

On the sleeve, we see a lady sitting on a rock in front of a unicorn on a purple background. Who is that lady? I don't know. Maybe the so called Lady of the Lake, or Ciri since she's holding a sword. The title is written in pink and I love the contrast over the purple background.

The back, same as the front with a quote. "The legend grew, The listeners-in a veritable trance-drank in the carefully measured word of the storyteller telling of the Witcher and the sorceress. Of the Tower of the Swallow. Of Ciri, the witcher girl with the scar on her face. Of Kelpie, the enchanted black mare. Of the Lady of the Late."

The side of the sleeve has a close up of the cover on the lady and the unicorn at the very top (or bottom), with white and black lettering on a pink background.

On the left of the cover without the sleeve, is a purple spine and a black background with another quote, written in a shiny silver. "Destiny is hope being full of hope, believing that what is meant to happen will happen." - Philippa Eilhart

The spine is purple with the title, written in shiny silver.

And the back is black with the purple of the spine.

The end paper is the same map of The Witcher universe, but with tints of whatever this colour's called for the details lol. In the light, it's blue but without lighting, I see it purple lol.

The text is the same size in all 8 books, with the title at the top of every 2nd page written in black, with a total of 546 pages.

My favourite part of this book is the colors. Purple is one of my favourite colors and everything about it is in some sort of purple shade. It's so pretty. *.*

Fun fact about The Witcher: Joey Batey (Jaskier) hates “Toss a Coin to Your Witcher”, because he heard it too much. It got kind of redundant after a while for him. But still one of my favourites. 💜

8) Season of Storms:

And finally, last but certainly not least, the last of the series. On the sleeve, we see our Geralt in all his glory, getting ready to unsheathe his sword, on a turquoise background.

The back, same as the front, but with a bit of a close up and a quote. "But to blame mages for all adversities and disasters is probably an exaggeration. You're talking about natural phenomena, after all. It's simply that kind of season. A season of storms."

The side of the sleeve has a close up of the cover on Geralt's face at the very top (or bottom), with white and black lettering on a turquoise background.

On the left of the cover without the sleeve, is a light blue spine and a black background with another quote, written in a shiny silver. "It's good to feel fear. If you feel fear it means there's something to be feared, so be vigilant. Fear doesn't have to be overcome. Just don't yield to it. And you can learn from it." - Geralt of Rivia

The spine is light blue with the title, written in shiny silver.

And the back is black with the blue of the spine.

The end paper is the same map of The Witcher universe, but in blue for the details.

The text is the same size in all 8 books, with the title at the top of every 2nd page written in black, with a total of 421 pages.

My favourite part of this book is the sleeve cover art. Geralt looks so determined in it. And I love all the little details of his attire.

Fun fact about Andrzej Sapkowski: Despite the success of The Witcher book series, Sapkowski originally found it difficult to support himself as a writer. But, the popularity of The Witcher video game series helped him become one of the best-known fantasy writers today. 💙

Final thoughts:

So there you have it folks. The complete book series of The Witcher. Such an amazing addition to my book collection. And they all look so elegant.

The colors are so vibrant, but though they are beautiful, I feel like they just gave up on some details by book 3 Blood of Elves. There's no more illustrations from there and if you notice the photos of the pages from each book, you can see that they also gave up on the coloured titles at the top of every 2nd page. It's not a dramatic flaw, but it's definitely something I noticed and thought it was a bit unfortunate, seeing as every single detail made them look beautiful.

Another thing I've noticed, is the translation. It was originally written in Pollish, then translated in English and many other languages I assume. I know there's French versions as well. I've looked it up because I thought maybe, hopefully, I wasn't the only one, but it's a common occurence for everyone apparantly. Nonethe less, I think I'll enjoy reading them anyways.

I even went on and got myself some bookends. I wanted something that could somewhat relate to the books. Something elegant. I wanted something fantasy related, but I could find anything that didn't cost me an arm and a leg lol.

Aren't they gorgeous? 😍 Goes so well with them in my opinion. I remove the sleeves because I usually always do, since they tend to tear easily and I don't like that. But don't worry, I kept them aside because the cover arts are too beautiful to throw away. I was thinking maybe I could frame them, but we'll see.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed this 3 part review. Sorry I don't describe much, I'm not very good with words and descriptions. But the pictures are there so you'll be able to see for yourself. I'll also put the links to where to purchase them on the 💜 My Stuff 💜 page, so you'll be able to own them yourselves. They are truly perfect for book collectors.

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doberbutts · 2 years

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I'm not into LOTR/Hobbit but this seems like what happened with The Witcher (Netflix). It basically takes place in Ye Olde Fantasy Poland/Eastern Europe and yet there's tons of black/POC characters, including main characters, good guys, villains, elves, etc.

I did see a lot of people throwing fits because "Why does this show in EASTERN EUROPE have BLACK PEOPLE" which like... Yeah I guess if you went to that time period IRL you probably wouldn't see many POC, but you also wouldn't see fucking werewolves, dragons or giant tree monsters.

Like, these show's aren't meant to be 100% historically accurate "This is the ethnic demographic of this place during this time period". And also people getting upset over certain characters being changed to different races, like Triss going from ginger in the games to mixed race/black in the show.

And yeah, on one hand there's a strange amount of characters that were ginger/redheads being suddenly changed to black in other media, but also a DIFFERENT character is turned into a redhead in the show when he wasn't one in the games so like. You still have ginger representation.

Oh yeah, I was thinking that honestly it seemed a lot like the shitfit people threw in the early days of the Witcher and I heard the same complaints. "Bad costuming" "changed lore" "shitty production" "Netflix is an evil company" and then it released and suddenly everyone's singing Toss a Coin to your Witcher like they weren't just complaining that it was gunna suck right up until the release day. All because the racist misogynist fanboys had, once again, lead the charge but made sure to spread it wrapped up with a more woke look than "we're mad because there's black people in it now" and "we're mad because the women aren't as hot as we wanted them".

Also, lmao "Eastern Europe" the Witcher is not set in Poland. The Witcher is based off Polish stories and culture but it's set in a completely different world with a completely different map and topographal layout and it's literally discussed in the books and in the games these fans love to claim are canon (they're not) that while humans are running on the assumption that the Conjunction of the Spheres lead to these fairy tale creatures coming to Earth, what actually happened is that it sent the humans to the Witcher's world which was largely populated by gnomes and halflings and such prior to the humans taking over. It's not Poland. It's just based off Polish culture and Polish stories because it's a Polish guy who wrote it.

That means black people can be there if we decide to put them there because A: black people exist in Europe and have existed in Europe for ages and B: considering black people exist within the world of the Witcher and according to canon stick to Zerrikania but it's easily explained that Zerrikanian royalty or merchants or mercenaries or refugees or whatever had moved through the area due to any number of reasons and thus their descendants didn't disappear into thin air, which is literally how black people have existed in Europe for ages is that when royalty and merchants and mercenaries and refugees move through an area they tend to leave behind descendants that, however uncommon, don't magically disappear. There are black people in Poland right now due to this very reason they're just not really common at all. And instead of accepting this as an answer these fanboys decided to do exactly what it seems the asshole Tolkien fanboys are doing: review bombing and insisting the show existing is bad for more acceptable reasons than their racism to keep people from watching.

Triss is still red-haired, and that was the most important aspect of her character description so says the author who defended the casting saying he never mentioned skin tone, so she doesn't necessarily need to be a white ginger even if that's likely what he originally had in mind. That's part of why she was changed. Also, gingers are "becoming black" because white gingers are still a minority among white people and often are regarded as other or fetishized similar to a racial minority, so ginger characters are often used historically as "code" for POC in media that couldn't include actual POC for whatever reason. This is probably not the case with Triss specifically, since Sapowski has other POC in his series that also sleep with his protagonist, but in older media this is often the case.

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ikeepwatchinghelicopters · 9 months

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Oversharing on the Internet

I was tagged by @heytheredeann

Thank you for the tag!

ONE: Are you named after anyone?

I don’t believe I am.

TWO: When was the last time you cried?

A bigger cry (not just like two tears shed when moved by fanfiction) occurred around a week or two ago when I was sent quite a lot of stuff from work which I had to do, and I felt a bit desperate and frustrated because I was planning to have a break and do nothing.

THREE: Do you have kids?

No.

FOUR: Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I wouldn’t say it’s a lot. Sometimes I do, though.

FIVE: What sports have you played/do you play?

I did archery for a month. I actually enjoyed it, but I started to play the cello and I didn’t have time for archery anymore. If we also count the stuff that I enjoyed a lot during PE classes, then volleyball and basketball.

SIX: What's the first thing you notice about people?

I really don’t know. I feel like I never notice things about people.

SEVEN: What's your eye colour?

Brown.

EIGHT: Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. Happy endings all the way. I only watch scary movies when I am forced.

NINE: Any special talents?

I can remember years quite easily, I guess?

TEN: Where were you born?

Slovakia. Not that I expect anyone to know where that is XD

ELEVEN: What are your hobbies?

Reading and writing. Playing the guitar or the ukulele (I can almost play Toss a Coin to Your Witcher). I sometimes knit before Christmas. I also planned to try to sew something this summer but almost a month’s gone by and I had no time to do it.

TWELVE: Do you have any pets?

No.

THIRTEEN: How tall are you?

I like to say 164 cm (around 5′ 3″?) but I actually haven’t measured my height for a long time, so I don’t know how accurate that is.

FOURTEEN: Favourite subject in school?

Languages (Slovak, English, Spanish). History and biology.

FIFTEEN: Dream job

I don’t know, I don’t think I have one that would really be a dream job. I have lots of jobs I would like to try, though. Like a librarian or a train driver. Or, recently, an air traffic controller XD I would be cool though, if I could earn money with writing (either as original story writing or something journalistic or translating).

#random personal shit #tag game

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cyarskj1899 · 1 year

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Twitter Goes ‘Jerry Sprunger’ After Tory Lanez Is Found Guilty In Megan Thee Stallion Shooting

Xaviera BryantDecember 24, 2022

Twitter is running amok in Momma Dee‘s palace after Tory Lanez was found guilty of all charges on Friday in the Megan Thee Stallion shooting.

The jury of seven women and five men deliberated since Thursday before convicting the 30-year-old Canadian rapper, whose legal name is Daystar Peterson, of assault with a semiautomatic firearm, having a loaded, unregistered firearm in a vehicle, and discharging a firearm with gross negligence.

Jurors also agreed that there were aggravating factors in the attack, meaning Lanez could face up to 22 years in prison and deportation when he is sentenced.

The “Say It” rapper was very confident going into the trial and even took to Twitter to remind people that no weapon formed against him shall prosper.

See the original tweet below.

I’m going to leave this here one more time …and watch how it ages … NO WEAPON FORMED AGAINST ME SHALL PROSPER … AND EVERY TONGUE THAT RISES AGAINST ME IN JUDGEMENT SHALL BE CONDEMNED u sit and watch now …. And don’t ever question the GOD I serve again. This is my last tweet.

It appears Tory Lanez may have been the weapon formed against himself.

His father, Sonstar Peterson, was livid about the verdict and he let everyone know as he left the courthouse.

In an exclusive clip, Tory Lanez’s father had an emotional reaction to his son’s conviction leaving the courtroom. pic.twitter.com/nfWpq8PYd6— TheShadeRoom (@TheShadeRoom) December 24, 2022

Tory Lanez father Sonstar Peterson says “Roc Nation will crumble” pic.twitter.com/QC7XeSQOBf— Blanco Tarantino TV, LLC (@BlancoTarantino) December 24, 2022

Tory Lanez has been trending for days leading up to the verdict and now that he has been convicted, Twitter, which has been a battleground between his fans and fans of Megan Thee Stallion, is now filled with reactions (and jokes) to the outcome of this polarizing case.

Read a few of the reactions below.

Megan Thee Stallion deserves more than the “justice” served in Tory Lanez’s case. She deserves a culture and media landscape that doesn’t demonize Black women’s lives, safety, and voices. We all need to understand that psychosocial wounds are just as harmful as physical wounds.— Raquel Willis (she/her) (@RaquelWillis_) December 24, 2022

“What are y’all going to do when Tory Lanez is found innocent” pic.twitter.com/GVqnk0dBYG— 🕺🏾🪩 (@shOoObz) December 24, 2022

tory lanez taking his mugshot pic.twitter.com/ltA5dbqySj— toss a coin to your witcher (@itsayosigns) December 23, 2022

tory lanez falling from the top bunk in his cell pic.twitter.com/MqgWHoCEgr— dij (@DijahSB) December 24, 2022

When you won the prison talent show last year, but then you hear Tory Lanez is coming pic.twitter.com/hiw0tfFAwR— IG: @Ludachris_ (@LudaChris_) December 23, 2022

Too many ppl ridiculed Megan. They attempted to justify their bullying with “the truth will come out in court!”. Well the truth is out. Based on testimony and evidence, Tory Lanez has been found guilty. Will ppl be as loud with their apologies as they were with their belittling?

— TONI TONE (@t0nit0ne) December 23, 2022

In a country where Medgar Evers, Emmitt Till, Breonna Taylor, & Tamir Rice exist, Tory Lanez dad said this verdict was the worst miscarriage of Justice in the history of the whole world.

Gotta love the audacity I guess.

— Johnta Austin (@johntalsr) December 24, 2022

“Why y’all celebrating a Black man going to jail?” Let’s talk about it.. #torylaneztrial #ToryLanez pic.twitter.com/C5WhJ4f7Kz

— Conscious Lee (@TheConsciousLee) December 24, 2022

Megan Thee Stallion and her lawyer

celebrating the Tory Lanez guilty

verdict.

pic.twitter.com/3tblKgKaSd

— Freddie B 🌸 (@freddie_soul) December 24, 2022

Anyways — I hope Tory Lanez goes to jail and Meg goes on vacation, deletes Twitter off her phone and never sees the disgusting shit y’all are tweeting about her

— Meech (@MediumSizeMeech) December 23, 2022

The only helpful thing to come out of Tory Lanez trial is that it revealed all the misogynist men and the dimwitted women who uplift them—so we know exactly who to stay very far away from.

— Olayemi Olurin (@msolurin) December 23, 2022

Tory Lanez in jail where he fucking belongs, I am so happy for Meg. She is owed every apology. pic.twitter.com/LHiHgDKZMl

— 🌸 (@krisienner) December 24, 2022

Tory Lanez when he finna get deported pic.twitter.com/nSWNKxh2F2

— Kevín (@KevOnStage) December 24, 2022

Akademiks when Tory Lanez's verdict dropped and he couldn't immediately slander Meg pic.twitter.com/l3oIcGLFpF

— Britni Danielle (@BritniDWrites) December 24, 2022

The prosecutor would have ROCKED. HIS. SHIT. In the last 2 years alone, Tory Lanez

– assaulted August Alsina on VIDEO

– assaulted a L&HH star

– was accused of harming both that child he was parading around and its mother.

He also has previous gun convictions https://t.co/JvpDUv87uo

— Gabrielle Perry, MPH (@GeauxGabrielle) December 24, 2022

If Megan was a dirty bitch like me, I’d sample Tory Lanez daddy screaming to the media on my next song.

— my name is… (@clapmytweets) December 23, 2022

Tory Lanez found GUILTY on all charges in the shooting of Megan Thee Stallion. pic.twitter.com/IAgIRmei8S

— NUFF (@nuffsaidny) December 23, 2022

Now that Tory Lanez has been found guilty on all charges, the people who went from not trusting the justice system to relying on it for “more facts” are back to blaming the justice system for a “wrongful conviction.” The moral gymnastics people go through to discredit Black women

— Ivie Ani (@ivieani) December 24, 2022

Can Kelsey get prosecuted for perjury? Because she also needs to be held accountable for being that wicked. Knowing the truth all along & still lying on the stand.

— Jordan Sumbu (@JordanSumbu) December 23, 2022

i want at that bitch kelsey next! pic.twitter.com/t5VAn96fYz

— KC⭐️ (@keescrawford) December 24, 2022

THREE people identified tory as the shooter. THREE. he sent texts apologizing profusely the next day. kelsey text at the scene of the crime “TORY SHOT MEG”. he tried to spread the lie she wasn’t even shot. he LIED. even a god damn monkey with glaucoma could see he’s guilty

— 5hahem aka Dr. Durag (@shaTIRED) December 23, 2022

Don’t forget that Megan Thee Stallion was shot, went through unimaginable pain and fear that night, may have have bullet fragments in her feet for the rest of her life and STILL people chose to harass and villainize her. PROTECT victims. BELIEVE victims.

— Kat Tenbarge (@kattenbarge) December 23, 2022

Daystar’s daddy name being Sonstar just ruined my day.

— 7-4 (@35mmPapi) December 24, 2022

Half the people who work for Roc Nation can’t even get into the Roc Nation brunch but sure they have control over LA superior court. pic.twitter.com/teNcrd1eJ9

— Nina Parker (@theninaparker) December 24, 2022

Dear Tory Lanez father…

What Roc Nation & Jay-Z got to do with your son shooting a woman?

— Legacy Building… (@DCisChillin) December 23, 2022

Jay Z, Beyoncé, Blue Ivy and the Twins at dinner hearing Tory Dad say “Roc Nation will crumble” pic.twitter.com/MpbyhJS52G

— 💎 | Fan Account (@BadBitchCarta) December 24, 2022

So many people owe @theestallion a complete apology. Just so much reckless misinformation and ✌🏾reporting✌🏾. So many of y’all stood with an abuser only to prove once again that Black women never are granted the grace, and protection that we deserve.

— Jemele Hill (@jemelehill) December 23, 2022

I just want us to remember as a community that Megan Thee Stallion had every intention of protecting Tory. She was gonna keep it all quiet until HE decided to plant stories with urban blogs trying to paint her as a liar before she even said anything about that night.

He did this

No one to blame but himself

The clown always comes back to bite

He destroyed himself

Ego and pride killed his career and freedom

It’s embarrassing how abusers will take advantage of your trust, your kindness, your love.

That why it’s hard to trust people after you are betrayed

If it was me I’d never want to protect anyone again

The physical wounds may heal but the emotional and psychological damage can not be easily fixed

That’s how good people turn into villains

Tory Lanez has been taken into custody where he will remain until his sentencing hearing on January 27, 2023.

Let me know your thoughts in the comments below or join the convo on our socials. (Facebook, Instagram)

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