#witcher comment crawl

[witchercommentcrawl]

How to Leave Feedback on Fanfic

Since people were interested in how to leave detailed comments, here they are! Remember that even an I loved this will make a creator's day!

You are welcome to use this as a resource or ignore it, reblog it or send us an Ask if you'd like some specific help or ideas for writing a comment!

Contributed by @flightsfancy1

Table of Contents:

How to leave Feedback on Fanfic: Best Practices

What is a good comment? / What is a bad comment?

Basic/Intermediate/Advanced Feedback for Fanfic

Additional Reading

How to Leave Feedback on Fanfic: Best Practices

Fanfic feedback can be anything from “SQUEEEEEE!” to “FLAIL!” to insightful literary analysis. Most authors would say any (positive) response is better than nothing, so even if all you can manage is an emoji, kudos, or ‘like’, do it! 

However, if you want to leave more meaningful feedback, the section below offers feedback options geared at different levels of engagement. If you’re new to offering feedback, start with something basic and work your way up!

What is a good comment? / What is a bad comment?

There’s a section below on comment types and different ‘levels’ of feedback, but really: any positive comment is a good comment. Basic feedback (brief comments to let the author know you read and enjoyed the story) is just as ‘good’ as extended commentary, and much, much better than not commenting at all. 

However, a “bad” comment is anything that is critical of the story and/or the author’s choices. Again, if you disliked something about the story, you should not tell the author (unless specifically requested). 

Also, comments like, “Please post the next chapter!” or “Can’t wait for the update!” can sound flattering, but they do sometimes cause a writer extra stress, guilt and anxiety if they aren’t able to continue the story right away, or have been slower to update. While you can always let an author know you’re enjoying their work and want to read more, please avoid demanding an update (especially if the story has not been updated in several months). 

Remember: posting thoughtful in-depth reviews of chapters without asking for updates is far more likely to inspire and fuel a writer than just asking for “MORE!”

Feedback Options: Basic, Intermediate, Advanced

Basic Feedback

Brief comments are always appreciated. Examples: "❤" or “Loved this!” or “Thanks for writing!” 

A specific comment about one element you liked. Just pointing out something you enjoyed about the story is a great form of feedback. Examples: “I love the way you wrote Character X.” or “Your idea about ____ was really cool!” 

Quote/highlight something in the story that stood out to you. It might be your favourite sentence, the line of dialogue that made you laugh, or an event that you’ll probably be thinking about tomorrow. Examples: "“Geralt felt some hidden faultline in his heart crack open, releasing all the fear and tension he’d been carrying for the years they’d spent apart.”  ← This was a good line! It made me feel happy/sad/etc."

Tell the author why you enjoyed the story: was it the plot? The steamy sex scene? The picture the author painted in your mind? What inspired you to comment in the first place? Examples: "I loved this story because you really made me feel like I was in the Kaer Morhen hot springs. I loved the description of the old keep and its isolated mountain location!"

Intermediate Feedback:

Comment on the writer’s style or storytelling approach (specify why you like it): 

Examples: “Your writing is so descriptive/compelling/unique: you use such interesting vocabulary and really draw from a range of experiences to make your characters come alive!”

Identify specific literary elements (metaphors, allusions, intertextual references, all the stuff your English teacher desperately hopes you remember!) Examples: “I loved your metaphor about love being a rock slide, and alluded to it again when Character X felt like they were buried under “an avalanche of love” in the last chapter."

Share your interpretation of the story’s theme (what lesson did the characters learn?) Examples: "The central conflict between destiny and free will was reflected in Geralt’s decision in that last chapter to “love Jaskier because he wanted to please himself, for once.” I thought that was interesting because of his first line of dialogue in the story, when he explains that Witchers are “fated” to walk the Path and always be alone."

Advanced Feedback:

Go beyond basic observations about the characters/storytelling devices and try to articulate what you think the story is trying to say, and how it goes about saying it. 

Offer a more in-depth analysis of the theme, tone or structure of the story, with some quotes to illustrate ‘how’ and ‘what’ ties the section back to the greater whole.

Bring in the meta: how did the writer incorporate or resist certain fan tropes, characterizations or common metaphors? How does the story’s version of the characters/setting/plot match up with canon? 

What if I don’t know anything about writing? Or if I’m not familiar with the canon or character? Can I still comment?

Yes, absolutely! You do not need to be an expert to join in and comment on a fic! Even if you’re not a writer yourself, you are more than qualified (as a reader!) to explain what you liked, or how the story made you feel. Your feedback doesn’t have to be lengthy or too technical: any opinion you have, as long as it’s positive, will be welcomed by the author. 

Additional Reading:

LLF Comment Project by @longlivefeedback 

Your Guide To Reviews by @tsunderesasuke

“Can I Say This?” Culture, Comments, and Concern by @longlivefeedback 

A Brief Guide to Supporting Authors by @longlivefeedback 

Commenting on Fanfic: A How-to Guide by @littlethingwithfeathers

Some ideas for leaving good AO3 feedback by @bettsfic

Helpful 'Comment Starters' For Leaving Comments on Fics by @obversa

A Homestuck’s Guide to Fanfic Commenting Etiquette by @mercurialmalcontent

101 Comment Starters by @dawnfelagund

#witcher comment crawl #commenting 101 #mod: flightsfancy

[kuwdora]

Witcher Commenting Event & Community Engagement

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this post that @jackironsides reblogged a few days ago about the lack of engagement with fanworks.

Comments are great. Commenting can be hard (more on that later) but receiving them is great, right? We want to support each other as a community and continue to squee about our blorbos and meow meows together.

(nostalgia time) I come from the old livejournal days where it was usual to see conversations happening in comments for days or weeks on end, even on short fics. People writing ship manifestos, fannish newsletters, community recommendations and commenting on those too. People reccing fic and meta. Things just were a little easier to find and engage with. Things didn't get so lost in tags or in a discord server you didn't know exists.

I have been thinking about the ways we could be social and connect to each other again and comment more. I love the Witcher Flashfic discord server because there are “Live readings” that groups of people perform on your fic while your story is under anon for the week. It’s incredibly fun to both be the author watching this anonymously while people READ YOUR STORY IN REAL TIME (or during a backread). And it is SO MUCH FUN fun to read a story together and comment WITH PEOPLE. Riffing off your squee and comments about the style, the plot, the characters in a fic. It’s like a book club! It’s so much fun.

A DREAM:

So I got to thinking. What if we tried something something similar to discover, read, and comment on fanworks TOGETHER? I have this dream:

A Comment Crawl, a la pub crawl. Except instead of pubs, we are visiting fics and art and vids and everything else and leaving comments on it together. (Fanwork Crawl doesn’t roll off the tongue the same way, okay…!). Target all kinds of fanworks: fic with no comments, few comments or are older than 6 months. Fanart that only has reblogs but no one ever told the artist what they like about the piece, not even in tags. Etc. etc.

We could put up a list of fanworks that are recced/nominated based on a theme and give people that window of time to read and compose a comment. Then we go and drop our comments on the AO3, tumblr post/etc during a designated window of time. Build off each other’s squee in the comments like I KNOW we do in discord. Let the creators see our avalanche of love and squee together.

Commenting can be hard and stressful when you don’t know what to say or think or what the creator is looking for.

Maybe you don’t know how to comment on a fanwork you’re unfamiliar with because you’re not an artist or a vidder or cosplayer or don’t know how to show an author how much you enjoyed the story.

This can be taught! There’s even work that @longlivefeedback has done in 2018 where they created a COMMENT BUILDER TEMPLATE that we can modify for Witcher related squee. For your personalized squee. Remove that inhibition and hurdle to comment and show love for the things that you spend all that time reading, reblogging and dropping links in discord.

We can learn from writers and artists how any scrap of feedback is going to mean the WORLD to them. And we can learn how to make more technical comments on things, too!

I have created a survey to gauge interest in A Comment Crawl for Witcher fandom. Please fill it out here if this sounds like something you would like to participate in or help organizing. I would really love help on this if it’s something people want to try!!

SURVEY HERE

I also have a ton of ideas about how create engagement through writing recs lists and creating fannish teams to go on treasure hunts to go together and look for fanart, fic, fandom-inspired jewelry, gifsets/etc based on a theme and then write a recs list to the public community. Link/tag the creators so they know how much their work is being loved on by other people!!

Is this reccing thing something that sounds like it might be fun for you to participate in?? @fancakeofficial is a pan-fannish reccing community that sort of inspired me in my thinking in how great it would be to have more recs in Witcher fandom in a more centralized way. They have a presence on tumblr, twitter and dreamwidth and people have been submitting themed recs for years and it's definitely a community I go to when I am looking to see what other people liked and to find something new. And sometimes my stuff gets recced a decade after I made it! It's fucking WILD and amazing feeling!! I would love to see something like this for Witcher fandom if possible..

Truly, recs are like... comments and kudos turbocharged because someone went out of their way to tell other people why your fanwork is great and get more eyes and squee on it!!

There is so much excellent rare pair fic out there in Witcher fandom. There’s amazing character-driven stories and hidden gems in the juggernaut pairings. There’s some fucking incredible femslash out there, omfgggg. So many of these stories get lost amidst the volume of fanworks and don't get comments or squee and it's can be so lonely. There is SO MUCH INCREDIBLE ART AND VIDS AND COSPLAY and gosh, so much amazing creativity out there.

*takes a deep breath*

So yeah, I would like to try to figure out a way to bring people together and comment together and squee together that can happen more outside of discord where the creators can see, squee and even participate with us!!

Anyway. This is very rambly and I am probably forgetting a million details because my brain has been on fire because of 10,000 other things. BUT I am putting it out there!! Hoping some folks would like to hear me out and try something like this.

Signal boosting is greatly appreciated!! If we build it, will you come??? Leave me your details in the survey! Let me know what you think!!

P.S. If you are a rare pair writer there is another round of @witcherrarepaircommentexchange will be open for nominations again in November so PLEASE be sure to check that out!

Tagging people that I know have many more followers than I do who might have followers who could be interested...

@fangirleaconmigo @jackironsides @limerental @ghostinthelibrarywrites @bomberqueen17 @brighteyedjill @sargassostories

#the witcher #the witcher netflix #geralt #yennefer #jaskier #geraskier #yennskier #yengilla #yennaia #yennefer x tissaia #yenralt #merihart #witcher comment crawl

[simuran]

Ehiiii, time to collect badges for the Comment Crawl! I've got four:

Theme Participation: October 2022 - Autumn: Left 1 comment this round.

Share the Wealth: Like + share a fanwork from the Crawl to your social media feed.

Fire Mage (Yennefer's star): your comment inspired a reply from a creator or another commenter. Sizzling conversationalist!!

Quote Comment: Quote a line, paragraph or section from a story in your comment. The details are so good!

All in all I think I did well - I’ve left 6 comments (one late, oops), which isn't a lot, but there wasn't that much stuff for my preferred canon. Also a minute of silence for the sole TWN f/f fic, which I started reading, decided to save for the last weekend, and then discovered was deleted 💔 I hope to comment more during the next Crawl! (and to collect at least Zirael and Bard badges too)

Huge thanks to @witchercommentcrawl and @kuwdora for organizing the event and to @salamanderinspace for designing the badges 🥰

#Posts by me #witcher comment crawl #Special thanks for the spreadsheet it was super helpful in keeping track of what I've read and liked/didn't like

[missjadesfics]

"His Sweet Kiss"

Feyd-Rautha x Reader dividers: @cafekitsune @rookthornesartistry Request: Yes Summary: Y/n witnesses the attack on Arrakis, hoping to escape and find Paul. She is captured by the Harkonnen soldiers. And the future Na-Baron takes an interest in her. Warnings: 18+ smut, porn with plot, forced marriage, dune book references, dune: house Harkonnen references, Feyd is emotionally closed off, marking, semi-public sex, blood, ink pie, use of a witcher song, he does end up showing a soft side Word Count: 4k Comments likes, and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx

Y/n awoke hearing sounds of explosives rising from her slumber, so she padded her feet towards the balcony. Colours of red, yellow and orange lit up the sky Y/n gasped, running towards her door, opening it and darting down the hall to find Paul, Duncan or Gurney. In her panic, Y/n got lost quickly, trying to find an escape route; seeing Harkonnen soldiers ahead, she hid behind a wall. Edging her head out slightly, Y/n took a breath; closing her eyes, she readied her small knife. Remembering what Duncan had taught her about being swift and quiet. Seeing the soldiers dispersing, Y/n stepped carefully behind, jumping on their backs and slitting their throats, hiding before the others noticed her. When the coast was clear for her to run, she pushed her legs as fast as she could; breathing heavily, she tried to make her way to the ornithopters. It would be there with his mother, Duncan, and Gurney if Paul were anywhere. Y/n crawled out of sight, seeing Duncan climb into an ornithopter as it took off. “Duncan!” she screamed, but to no avail. A large laser beam shot through the walls Y/n fell to the ground as she covered her head from falling debris. Y/n felt her body lift from the ground as she was dragged away.

 “Let me go! No!” She cried, thrashing her body, trying to escape the hold of the Sardukarr soldiers. Throwing her onto the ground of a ship bound and gagged, Y/n moaned in pain as the Harkonnens spoke in their language. Y/n learned some of their languages during her studies so that she could understand them. “Which one do you think will enjoy her the most?” They laughed, looking over at Y/n, who whimpered lightly, “Feyd-Rautha, we know how much he loves to break things. He might even let us have a go before him. As a reward for bringing her back,” Y/n felt her eyes well up, fidgeting to release herself from her bonds, feeling the heavy thump of the ship landing. The soldier grabbed Y/n and pulled her to her feet, shoving her outside. Y/n squinted, feeling the bright light rays hit her eyes. Y/n’s vision was taken away from her as a blindfold was put over her eyes, relying on the soldiers to guide her. 

Y/n stumbled forward from the force of a hand pushing on her back. Falling to her knees, Y/n winced in pain, the cold flooring making her shiver. “What do we have here?” A rough voice rasped, echoing in the room Y/n’s head looked ahead even though she couldn’t see. “Found her trying to escape on Arrakis.” A chorus of laughter rumbled. Y/n felt fingers on her cheek, and the pads of the fingertips were stroking her skin. Y/n flinched at the touch, her breathing uneven with nerves. “And what do you expect me to give you for bringing her to me?” the raspy voice enquired with a slight chuckle; at the end, the soldiers cleared their throats. “A little fun; it’s not often we have someone like her” Y/n felt the person move behind her, a knife unsheathing. “Some fun hmm?” Y/n swallowed thickly, trying to remove her hand bonds. She stopped when she heard a struggling gasp and choking, the heavy thud of a body landing behind her. “I don’t think so”, the man responds, picking Y/n up his arm securely around her waist. “Come with me, little pet”, he murmured in her ear Y/n followed her feet, giving way, two arms wrapped around her, holding her up. Y/n felt herself grow lightheaded as she struggled to walk. She took a breath before collapsing to the marble floor, fading into unconsciousness.

Y/n moaned lightly; her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to her surroundings; her blindfold was removed, and she noticed she was lying on a bed. Sitting up slowly, Y/n held her head, feeling a splitting headache. Whimpering, she looked down and saw a white dress on her body. Narrowing her eyes, she swept her legs over the bed. Hearing the room doors open, two ladies walked inside, bowing their heads timidly. Y/n took in their appearance: shaved heads, sunken eyes and frail frames. Y/n felt sorry for them. She could see them shaking, and she didn’t know if they were cold or afraid. “You are awake; we have been assigned to be your servants. And to finish preparing you for your wedding, Na-Baroness” Y/n’s eyes widened at the title. Standing up, the two women looked at her “Na-Baroness?” Y/n’s voice stated with a raised brow, her voice laced with anger. The women nodded their heads fearfully. “And who told you this?” Y/n questioned; the women looked at one another. “The Na-Baron. Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen” Y/n clenched her jaw, looking at her reflection in the mirror. She did look beautiful; it’s too bad she was being forced into a marriage she didn’t want. Y/n nodded at the ladies, letting them fix her hair and makeup with what they had available. “And who is this Feyd-Rautha?” Y/n asked; the ladies stared at one another in disbelief. “You do not know of Feyd-Rautha?” They questioned her, sitting on either side of her, their eyes wide with curiosity. Y/n shook her head. “No, I don’t; what am I to expect of the Na-Baron?” The ladies continued to look at one another, their silence deafening. Y/n gazed at them in the mirror. Now, she was afraid.

Y/n walked down the small aisle, her eyes cast down, refusing to look up. Reaching the steps, she saw a hand reach out for her to grab. Her palm slid into the open hand, her heart racing; looking ahead, Y/n saw her servants on her left nodding at her as if to reassure her. Y/n didn’t feel it, but she gave them a small smile; she knew they were only trying to help her. Maybe she could learn to trust her ladies. The Harkonnen Mentat began the wedding ceremony. Y/n listened, her eyes glazed over, tears welling when the Mentat nodded his head for Y/n and her husband to face one another. 

Y/n shuddered a breath, turning to face her husband. Her eyes looked down, unable to bring herself to look up. Her husband hummed and laughed softly, his fingers gripping her chin and forcing her to look up. Y/n locked in a gaze with a pair of intense blue eyes. “Those are some pretty eyes you have, my little wife”, he smirked Y/n didn’t speak as the mentat spoke, “You may kiss your bride Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha.” Two hands cupped her face as Feyd kissed her, tears spilling from her eyes. Her first kiss. She mourned her first kiss was stolen from her, just like her life was stolen. She forever would mourn the carefree girl she once was growing up with, Paul Atreides on Caladan dancing in the gardens and playing pranks on Duncan and Gurney, exploring the treasures and secrets of Caladan and Arrakis together. Y/n mourned the loss of her family, her found family. Duke Leto. Lady Jessica. Duncan. Gurney. Paul. If any of them survived, she hoped they were alive and well and whoever fell from the unexpected attack. 

Feeling Feyd pull away from the kiss, Y/n’s eyes opened. Watching him, he grinned, his hands finding themselves in her hair. Y/n slapped his hands away. Feyd laughed and snarled lightly. His bottom jaw clicked as he picked her up and threw Y/n over his shoulder. Y/n kicked her feet and hit Feyd’s back in a fury. “No! No! No!” She screamed. Feyd carried her through the halls, laughing at her reaction. Feyd entered his chambers, pulling Y/n off his shoulder. She thrashed in his hold; Feyd didn’t flinch, the cocky smile on his face fueling Y/n’s anger. Feyd caged Y/n underneath his body on the large bed. “Don’t fight me too much Na-Baroness. I can make this pleasurable for you too, not just me,” he breathed, his voice husky as his lips brushed hers, his body pressing into her. Y/n could feel his hard cock through his pants Y/n’s stared into Feyd’s eyes. “Please don’t”, She whispered. Feyd tilted his head to the side. His eyes gazed down at his hand gripping her dress. Humming to himself, he sat back and ripped her dress off her body, his fingers dancing over her bare skin. Y/n watched Feyd with caution. Her husband groaned, his hands making quick work of removing the remains of her dress and throwing the material away. “I do hope you are thankful I didn’t let my men have their way with you. Such beauty shouldn’t be wasted on such pathetic men like them,” Feyd licked his lips, removing his formal clothes, revealing his toned pale body, and Y/n’s eyes never wavering from his torso. Feyd noticed a smirk appearing on his lips. He knelt on the bed, flipping Y/n on her stomach. A sharp gasp left her lips; feeling Feyd’s lips on her shoulder, he let out a low growl. His hand twisted around her undergarments, ripping the material and throwing it away. Feyd lined himself with her entrance, breathing in her ear. “You are mine now”, He spoke darkly as Y/n let out a scream at the rough intrusion of Feyd’s cock pushing inside her. This was her life now; she couldn’t escape. She couldn’t leave. She was now Na-Baroness Harkonnen.

Over time, Feyd-Rautha was anything but a gentle husband. Fucking her whenever he felt no emotion for his wife or care for how she felt. She couldn’t go too far without Feyd being beside her; that would be her only thankful thing for Feyd. No man dared to touch or even glimpse at her when he was with her. Lest they want to take their last breath of fear before dying. Feyd was fiercely protective, no possessive of Y/n. She hated it, hated how much she was just a body to him—someone for him to take out his frustrations and fueled lust. One day, Y/n grew bored of watching Feyd train in the combat room as she rolled her head to the side, looking at the architecture. She was growing tired of watching him fight and train. Feyd’s eyes wandered over to his wife, seeing she wasn’t watching him. He curled his lip in anger and closed his eyes, breathing deeply. “Leave us!” He shouted to everyone in the room; he turned his attention to Y/n and motioned his finger for her to come to him. Y/n stood up slowly and picked up the skirts of her dress, approaching him slowly. Feyd laid his blades down on the table, his fists clenching tightly. Y/n saw his back muscles tense; she knew he was angry, and she grew quite accustomed to his mood swings. He could not express many moods, but Y/n was learning how to navigate her way through them. But whenever she was close, it was as if Feyd knew, and he changed his tactics; it was one of his favourite games to play with her.

Feyd slowly turned around, facing his wife, circling her like a predator, nose nudging her hair, breathing in her scent. Moaning lowly, his hand draped across her stomach, moving around her body as she tensed. “Little Na-Baroness, you’re shaking”, Feyd teased, knowing fully why she was. Y/n swallowed. “Did I do something to upset you, Na-Baron?” she questioned softly. Feyd stopped, face angled, looking down at her; he turned her to face him. “Perhaps, do you think you did?” he counter asked with a light snarl Y/n stared into his eyes, always shining blue, now dark pools. “I apologise, Na-Baron; I have grown bored watching you fight. If I was allowed to do something else within my day-” she began. Feyd cupped her face, his lips ghosting hers. “I bore you”, he growled, his body shaking Y/n put her hand on his chest “Na-Baron”, she whimpered; he grabbed her waist, swept the weapons off the table and put her on the table. “It is I who should apologise, my Na-Baroness. Don’t worry,” he laughed with a sinister smile.

 “You will not be bored any longer” he kissed her roughly, his hand spreading her legs Y/n gasped loudly as Feyd grunted, entering her in one thrust. Feyd gripped one of his favourite blades from his suit, twirling it; he grinned as the tip pressed into her chest. Feyd cut her skin, moving the knife down her body, his tongue lapping the blood eagerly. Y/n moaned in pain as Feyd nipped her skin with his knife and teeth, marking her body. “Feyd. I’m sorry,” Y/n cried. Feyd laughed, his lips stained red with her blood as he laid the knife down. Humming lowly, he nodded, a smirk painted on his mouth. “Sweet wife, I don’t think you are” he kissed her, the metallic taste of blood invading Y/n’s mouth; his tongue pushed through her open lips. Feyd’s thrusts grew hard as the table hit the wall; the loud sound of wood hitting the marble echoed through the room. A guard entered the room; as he cleared his throat, Feyd turned his head, his black teeth bared. “WHAT DO YOU WANT!?” He shouted, and the guard stammered that the Baron requested Feyd’s presence. Feyd punched the wall beside Y/n’s head; he let out a guttural roar as he locked eyes with Y/n. Hers wide with fear, “Get my wife’s servants and let them take her to our chambers.” He fixed himself, and Y/n’s ladies came in a hurry as Feyd pushed past them. “Have her ready for me when I return”, he ordered as they nodded. “Yes, Na-Baron.” 

Y/n shook in the bath, and even the hot water could not soothe her trembling body. Her ladies tried to keep her calm “Na-Baroness, please drink this tea; it will relax you” Y/n shook her head. “Nothing will soothe me, but thank you, my dears.” She smiled at them, and the ladies smiled with bows in their heads. “Would you like us to put soothing ointment on your cuts?” One of her ladies asked as Y/n nodded softly, feeling the ointment soothe her cuts from Feyd’s knife. “Why is the Na-Baron the way he is? Aside from the toxic upbringing from his uncle?” Y/n asked her ladies, both silent at first before speaking, “Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha had been believed to have killed his mother, Emmi Rabban. Na-Baron’s father, Abulurd, fled to Lankiveil, giving up his title, name, and ties to House Harkonnen. After his brother Count Glossu killed their father, the Na-Baron was said to have killed their mother in a violent rage.” Y/n listened to her ladies explain her husband’s and House Harkonnen’s life with as much information as they knew. Y/n began to understand why Feyd was the way he was around, not just her but everyone. 

Hearing the loud clash of the chamber doors opening, Y/n looked at her ladies. “You may leave, my dears; thank you” She smiled at them, and they both bowed their heads with gracious smiles, leaving Y/n in the bath and scurrying past Feyd. Y/n turned her body to face Feyd, hearing his footsteps entering the bathroom. Y/n smiled at him, her hand coming out of the water. “Husband, come join me”, she offered; he looked at her with surprise at her sudden change of emotion. Feyd stripped himself of his clothes and stepped into the hot water Y/n moved to sit beside Feyd. He watched her, his blue eyes calculating each movement carefully; Y/n tentatively raised her fingers on Feyd’s chest, his eyes following. “What are you doing?” His velvety voice was cautious, but his eyes were full of amusement Y/n gazed upon her husband’s face. “Nothing”, she whispered, leaning up, her lips ghosting over his. Feyd’s eyes half closed, and his breathing grew heavy Y/n climbed onto Feyd’s lap, kissing him. Feyd groaned into the kiss, pulling her closer. “Please, Feyd, let me in. As your wife. Your Baroness. Please open up to me, and I’ll do the same for you.” She held his face softly, his eyes swimming with mixed emotions. “I would rather not spend our marriage afraid of you, Feyd.”

This was the first time anyone had shown even an ounce of emotion to Feyd. His uncle always said love clouds the mind and shows weakness, and a Harkonnen cannot be weak. Deprived of such affection all his life, the fearsome Feyd-Rautha blocked out everything around him. He solely focused on being the warrior and formidable force of nature his uncle wanted him to be. But now he began to question his thoughts. His wife showed a gentle and warm side he hadn’t seen from her. These are the two things he was not capable of. His hand reached for her chin; his finger glided along her bottom lip. “You have suddenly become brave; you aren’t shaking like you normally do”, he whispered Y/n smiled gently. “Maybe my husband is rubbing off on me”, she replied, causing Feyd to let out a breath, laugh, nodding in response. His lips quirked into a smirk, and his hand trailed down her neck, one finger gliding down her body between her breasts. Before gripping her waist and pulling her closer, his hands slid up her legs. His eyes never left hers, searching for any sign of reluctance from her. She gave him nothing; she blinked softly, her lips parted, a small breath escaping, and a grin formed on Feyd’s lips. He leant up his tongue and swiped her lips, both moaning at the contact.

“I know you are reserved with your emotions, Feyd, but I want you. Please.” He heard her soft voice beg him. Feyd kissed her passionately, his hands tangled in her hair Y/n smiled into the kiss, her hands on his chest, balancing herself. “If you desire such emotions from me, you have to earn them”, Feyd breathed between kisses, standing abruptly and laying Y/n on the marble edge. Wrapping one of her legs around his waist, his hard cock buried inside her, moaning loudly, Feyd began thrusting harshly Y/n’s back arched, trying to meet his brutal pace. “Feyd, please!” Y/n cried at the mix of pain and pleasure spreading through her body. She would admit Feyd wasn’t as brutal this time, but he still wasn’t as gentle as she hoped. She could see the wall breaking. She needed to work and coax him out of his sheltered mind. Her hands gripped his forearms, her fingernails leaving marks on his pale skin. “See, you are giving in to me; I can feel you let go. Don’t fight me” Feyd pressed his head to Y/n’s gently, his teeth bared, chasing his peak Y/n moaned, and her eyes fluttered closed. Feeling the fire build inside her, she could feel her orgasm approaching; a string of moans and gasps filled the bathroom. Feyd gripped the edging of the marble, and his knuckles tightened, keeping himself steady above Y/n. His hips jolted unevenly cumming inside her, his ink-black cum leaking from between her legs. Feyd ran his fingers along her cheek. “So pretty when you are full of me.”

Y/n sat on the balcony looking at the sky; the stars glittered, making her feel at peace. “I miss you”, She whispered to the stars; she didn’t know who she was speaking to. Anyone from House Atreides that was no longer with her. Laying her head in her hand, she gazed across the grand bridge, the lights from the gladiator arena illuminating the large open dome. Y/n remembered a song she read in a book; she always loved it. Laying down on the marble, the cool stone soothing her heated body. Taking a small breath, she tapped her fingers against her stomach:

The fairer sex, they often call it

But his love’s is unfair as a crook 

It steals all my reason

Commits every treason

Of logic, with naught but a look

A storm raging on the horizon

Of longing, and heartache and lust

He’s always bad news

It’s always lose, lose

So tell me love, tell me love

How is that just?

But the story is this

He’ll destroy with his sweet kiss, 

His sweet kiss

But the story is this, he’ll destroy with his sweet kiss

“You sing well, Na-Baroness.” Feyd’s raspy voice broke her singing; she looked back and saw him standing above her. Y/n slowly sat up, facing him. “It’s a song I read in a book once. I don’t remember who wrote it, but they were a famous ballad performer,” Feyd hummed, sipping his drink and leaning on the balcony. Y/n joined him, her hand drifting to his. She held it gently, and Feyd paused at the touch. “I know about your father and mother, Feyd. The rumour you killed your mother and how your brother killed your father. But I also know how your father wanted to rid himself and you of the ties from your uncle. I understand why you are the way you are. You’ve been raised to be this ruthless man, this force of violence to make people tremble in fear. You instilled that in me, and I didn’t know you. I had never heard of you, which is probably offensive to say to the Na-Baron.” Y/n paused as Feyd faced her, leaning on his arm and angling his body. His eyes slightly narrowed, listening to his wife. “And despite my best efforts, I have fallen in love with you, Feyd-Rautha—my Na-Baron. And I want you to know being vulnerable around me is acceptable. You don’t have to hold back anymore,” She whispered, her head pressed to his, her hand gingerly grazing his cheek. Feyd closed his eyes, feeling Y/n’s lips on his; wrapping her arms around his neck, Y/n pressed herself closer. “Hmm”, Feyd smiled, picking Y/n up in his arms and carrying her inside, and laying her on the bed. “You have a way with words, na-baroness”, Feyd purred, kissing her neck, her hands caressing his back, moaning softly. Feyd undid her robe, his eyes blown with lust, noticing she was naked underneath. He smirked, sticking his tongue out and licking a long stripe up from her stomach, between her breasts and throat. Y/n felt her body shiver in pleasure, her legs spreading to accommodate Feyd in between. His hand trailed between her legs, and Y/n caught his wrist. He narrowed his eyes in confusion. “As much as I know you would be talented with that mouth of yours, dear husband. I really need your cock now,” she pulled him back up towards her.

Feyd’s black teeth shined as he tilted his head, humming in response. A low growl rumbled through his chest. He sat back, removed his pants and laid himself on top of Y/n. Both were smiling at one another. Feyd let out a moan, slowly entering Y/n gasped at the feeling. Her mouth was agape, her mind was hazy, and her heart was pounding. Feyd cupped her face with one hand, his thumb tracing her bottom lip. “Look into my eyes, my na-baroness”, he whispered Y/n’s eyes fluttered open, his blue eyes piercing into hers, sending a shiver through her spine. “Look at you; you are so beautiful, my perfect wife. I love you” Feyd’s mouth released a broken moan. “Please, Feyd”, she begged, her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. Feyd snarled fucking her harder, his hips snapping into hers, and the sound of skin slapping echoed in the chambers. The mix of moans, grunts and animalistic sounds from the Na-Baron and his Na-Baroness were obscene; it would make a virgin blush. 

“I believe after tonight, you will be with child. Our child,” Feyd panted, kissing Y/n’s shoulder, and a sharp whine emitted from her mouth. Rolling them over, Y/n straddled Feyd’s waist, her hips rolling hard onto his. Feyd chuckled, gripping her waist and thrusting up, hitting her sweet spot deliciously. Her palms on his chest held her steady. Y/n gazed down through her lashes, her husband grunting like a wild animal underneath her. His plump lips parted, his jaw clenched, and his eyes blown with desire. Meeting his heated gaze, Y/n felt her legs begin to shake, her arousal pooling in her lower abdomen. “Feyd, I’m close, my love”, she babbled. Feyd sat up, his arms wrapped around her body; he kissed her roughly, his tongue invading her mouth. His hands tangled in her hair, tugging gently at the ends. Y/n moaned into the kiss; pulling away, she threw her back as she came around his cock. Feyd flipped her back on her back, thrusting a few more times before spilling inside her. Both looked down the mix of her pearly white cum with his black cum creating a beautiful swirl. Feyd dipped two of his fingers in between her wet folds, sucking one while Y/n sucked the other. “So beautiful”, Feyd whispered, kissing her lips softly Y/n let out a small moan. Slowly moving off her, Feyd lay beside Y/n, his arm tucked underneath her, their hands intertwined, embracing the moment of peace and silence.

Feyd kissed Y/n’s head gingerly, his eyes falling closed. “You’ve earned my inner emotions, dear wife; well done”, he praised with a smirk Y/n sighed with a roll of her eyes, laying her head on his chest. “I am honoured, dear husband. Your love isn’t a weakness. It is a strength. Something I believe you are truly capable of no matter what anyone says.”

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[bardcore-jaskier]

♡ Challenge for Netflix: stop treating Jaskier as comedic relief ♡

(I made this post piggyback riding off of my last one, like a part two if you will.)

Ok, so you know how Jaskier always seems to get into trouble? And either Geralt and as of season 2, now Yennefer as well, always seem be rescuing him? Even Jaskier himself made a joke about it to our beloved witch.

- "You don't get to play damsel in distress. That's my job."

Sadly, it paints a little bit of an unflattering picture of him to the audience, making many of us wonder (well, not on this side of Tumblr, we know he is a badass motherfucker) about how he survives whenever he is not by a strong witcher's/sorceress's side.

Have you considered though....

That the entire series is written and shot from the POV of ridiculously powerful individuals and Geralt in particular, being the main character of both the books, games & the series, has an extreme savior complex, more so bordering on a martyr complex.

In the Netflix Witcher series and unlike the books: Geralt's friendship with Jaskier started off rocky until he begrudgingly accepted that he can not get rid of the bard, eventually becoming a little fond of him, appreciating Jaskier's loyalty above every other quality Jaskier has, which makes Jaskier easy to trust. (However it is still apparent that their friendship is a little, if not a lot, one-sided)

Obviously Geralt doesn't want Jaskier's death or severe injury on his conscience, which is why he jumps in every time he senses danger, to save him before anything bad happens.

We as the audience only see Netflix's or rather Lauren's version of the story about a scorned hero who has a fragile, trouble magnet, human friend he feels responsible for. When in reality, the only few instances Jaskier wouldn't have survived without outside help were a) the Djinn, b) Rience, c) the opening scenes of Blood Origin.

Other than that, Jaskier is actually a VERY competent person! Alas, not much of that competence was shown on screen, we got mere crumbs of it to be honest. Like how despite being a flowery pacifist, he is braver than most + apparently he is a beefcake too. At 18/19 years old, he wasn't scared of approaching a witcher who at the time, was rumored to be a murderer. He always finds a way to stay lighthearted during the most dire of situations, always getting right back up with a smile or a snide comment after every traumatic experience, as if it never happened. (Is he like immune to PTSD or something? Nothing brings him down.) He even managed to start an elf smuggling operation for fuck's sake!

During the finale episode of season 2, many seasoned witchers died in battle at the hands of Voleth Mier, his chances of surviving were beyond slim. Any other normal human being would have dropped that damn jasper and ran for their life, but not Jaskier! No sir! He crawled his way towards Geralt under a wooden table, as monsters and witchers alike dropped to their deaths around him, all to help his friend!

In the books, Dandelion is presented to us as a smooth talker, able to get himself in and out of almost any kind of trouble with words + charisma alone. He is an Oxenfurt professor, has worked for the Redanian intelligence, he has connections all over the continent.

And I really hope that we will get to see all of that in future seasons, I hope that Geralt's attitude towards him changes, I hope that Jaskier gets the respect he deserves! Because after season 2, I am going to keep watching the series only for Jaskier alone. Also Yennefer. I do not much like Geralt and Ciri in the live adaptation at the moment.

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[witcherwheeloftheyear]

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[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon (Modern AU) - Upset - Part 3

Geralt was torn between wanting to comfort Jaskier, and wanting to keep the peace by staying the h*ll out of his way.

He'd tried to talk to Jaskier a few hours ealier, and they'd ended up getting into an argument. His first mistake had been uttering the words "I understand, Jaskier," in an attempt to empathize.

"No, you don't!" Jaskier had snapped. He was sleep deprived, and on edge. On top of not being able able to sleep, he'd been having nightmares of a Viper shaped shadow following him down a dark alley whistling "Allouette, Gentille Allouete", and it had left him all kinds of unsettled. The Viper had known about his nickname 'Lark', and had whistled that dark children's song as he'd stalked him down that alley.

"I have an attachement object too, Jaskier, you know that-!"

"It's not the same! It's not the f***ing same! You don't understand!"

"I'm trying, Jask!"

"F-F**k you!" Jaskier screamed at him, the dam breaking to release all his pent-up frustration and anger, and anxiety. Geralt pinned Jaskier against him and let him scream into his chest. He could feel Jaskier shaking hard against him and held on to him tightly until he fell oddly quiet.

The anxiety finally hit. Geralt heard his heart rate skyrocket, saw him go white around the lips. He turned Jaskier to face away from him and wrapped a supportive arm around his stomach as the bard swallowed thickly. Half a second later, Jaskier's stomach lurched, and he was puking on the living room carpet.

Yennefer had been furious at Geralt, but had kept her comments to herself, not wanting to add any more stress and tension to the situation. She had left Geralt to clean up the mess while she took Jaskier to his room.

Now her and Geralt were sitting in the kitchen, having a quiet dinner while they tried to come up with a way to end this nightmare.

Geralt sipped his tea, thinking, trying to understand. Jaskier's blanket was more than just a favorite cozy blanket, it was a security blanket. He needed it to feel comfortable, to relax, to self-soothe and sleep. The way it smelled was important for some reason, and it didn't smell right anymore. Yennefer couldn't put the smell back because she couldn't smell it. But he could smell it easily. And Yen was able to get into people's heads...

"Yen! I've got an idea!"

Jaskier was drifing in and out of consciousness, hovering in that space between wakefulness and sleep. He jumped when he felt someone touch him. It was Yennefer. He squinted, and his eyes slowly focused on her.

Yennefer brushed his fringe out of his eyes and said quietly, "Hey, I've got a way to fix your blankie!" She saw the way his eyes lit up with a flicker of hope.

Jaskier gave Geralt the side eye when he crawled into bed next to him. Yennefer turned Jaskier's face towards her, "I know you are upset with Geralt, but this spell isn't going to work without his help. I need him in order to pull this off."

Jaskier listened as Yennefer explained what she was going to do. He nodded, agreeing to the idea. He would have happily agreed to f**k Valdo Marx nasty-style at this point if it would fix his blankie!

Yennefer placed one hand on the side of Geralt's head, and one hand on the side of Jaskier's, while Geralt put a hand on Yennefer and Jaskier. Then Yennefer opened their mental link and overlapped their senses.

Geralt took Jaskier's blanket and started scenting the corner Yennefer indicated. The scent invaded Yennefer's senses the second Geralt's sensitive nose found the 'funky' spot. She felt Jaskier's mind react, felt it go fuzzy and warm.

That was it! That was the smell!

Yennefer used her magic to draw the faint scent out. She kept switching between their senses, focusing her spell until Jaskier shuddered with a quiet little sob as he was finally able to smell the scent on his own. Yennefer drew it out more, until it was strong enough for Jaskier to smell easily, then she quickly cast the last part of the spell.

Jaskier whimpered and rolled over onto his stomach, nuzzling his face into his blankie. The whole d*mn thing smelled strongly like sleep and comfort now, but the scent was strongest at his favorite corner. Yennefer had remembered about his favorite corner.

"Shhh, there it is, dear heart, it's back to how it was." Yennefer shushed him as he cried quietly in relief. "And it will never come out, either. I bound it to the blanket. You can wash it, if you like, it won't change the smell. Nor will it get torn up or worn."

Jaskier sat up tiredly and put his arms around her. He held her tightly, too tired to say anything, but Yennefer heard the heartfelt thank you that was raging through his thoughts. She pressed a tender kiss to the side of his jaw.

Jaskier turned to Geralt and fidgeted with his blankie. He knew there was something he needed to say to him.

Geralt tucked the blanket around Jaskier's shoulders, rested his hand on the top of his head and rumbled softly, "Sleep now. There's time enough to talk tomorrow."

"He's right, " Yennefer said when Jaskier looked like he was going to protest. "You're exhausted,"

She gently pushed him back down on the bed and let him roll onto his stomach, then leaned down and kissed his cheek, whispering, "Go to sleep, babygirl,"

Jaskier wrapped his hand in the corner of his blanket and pulled it up to his nose. He was really tired. Too tired to argue, and too tired to care about being called 'babygirl'.

He yawned as he felt Geralt pull a blanket up over him and tuck him in. Sleep sounded like such a good idea. He rubbed his nose into his blankie and sighed.

Yennefer stroked the back of his head and ran her hand in circles on his back until his body went limp and he finally fell into real, restfull sleep for the first time in weeks.

He was less than happy about being woken up at 8am the next morning. He wasn't a morning person to begin with, and he was also still very tired.

"If that's the puss you show your lover of the week in the morning, it's no wonder they never stick around long!" Yennefer remarked as Jaskier sat on the edge of his bed, sour faced and cranky.

"I'm TiReD, yEn!"

"I know, lark," Yennefer replied sympathetically, her tone softening as she smoothed down his sleep ruffled hair. "But you need to get up. Your sleep rhythm is off, and this will help reset it."

Jaskier huffed but allowed her to pull him out of bed. He was not allowed to bring his blankie because they both knew that as soon as he sat down anywere with it, he going to go right to sleep.

Yennefer gave him things to do to keep him busy and distract him from the urge to go back to sleep.

Geralt got him to play some video games for a while and then made him go with him to the store, which turned out to be a bad idea because the ride put Jaskier to sleep.

Geralt had been talking to him and looked over when he didn't answer. Jaskier was leaning against the door, head resting on the window, asleep.

F**K!

Geralt had reached over and started poking him sharply and relentlessly until he'd stirred. Then he just kept poking him and slapping him until he was sure he was awake.

"F**k, sh*t, b*tch, motherf***ing godsd*mnit!" Jaskier screeched furiously.

"Oh, good, you're awake! I thought you'd fallen asleep for a minute there! Good thing you didn't, or Yennefer would kill us both, amiright? Ha ha!"

"F***ing a**hole!"

Geralt practially dragged him through the store, hoping that if he could keep him moving, he'd keep his bloodpressure up and keep him awake.

He kept a close eye on him as he drove home, and employed various techniques to keep him awake. Techniques like playing very loud music, shaking him, poking him, and randomly screaming.

When they got home, he kept Jaskier busy for a few minutes bringing the groceries in and putting them away.

Then Yennefer brought out the giant inflatable rainbow sprinkler arch, Crazy Daisy, and the kiddie pool, and Geralt had stripped their shirts off, put them in the shortest, thightest fitting swim trunks Yennefer had ever seen, then dragged Jaskier out to the backyard and gave their elderly neighbor something to look at.

They had to come back in after Geralt suffered a catastrophic wardrobe malfunction. They had been in the middle of wrestling over the garden hose, and Geralt squatted down to get a grip on Jaskier's leg to flip him over his shoulder and into the pool. His trunks said 'too much booty' and just gave up.

Geralt had stood bolt upright in shock when it happened, and Jaskier, being the good friend that he was, had shoved Geralt into the kiddie pool and stood by recording and howling with laughter as Geralt, bucka** naked, slipped and flopped like a greased pig as he tried to get out. The neighbor had to go have a lie-down.

By dinner time, Jaskier had hit overtired toddler levels of crankiness, and Geralt would not have been in the least bit surprised if Jaskier had thrown himself on the floor and started having a tantrum. He'd been allowed no caffinee all day, and he was practically dead on his feet.

"Eat a little something," Geralt encouraged Jaskier, who was slouching in his chair at the table.

*Cranky bard noises*

"Just take a bite,"

"Put it on my fork for me, I'm too tired to lift my arm."

"You want me to chew it for you while I'm at it?"

"Sure, and you can baby bird it into my mouth too,"

"Want me to help you sh*t it out later as well? I can shove my hand up your a** and pull it out for you."

"That'd be great, and you can wipe my a** for me when you're done!"

"Oh my gods, both of you shut up!" Yennefer spat, "I could have happily lived the rest of my life without having that mental image put in my head, Geralt!" she said accusingly. "Just for that, you can go sit at the Dipsh*t Table!"

"How come Jaskier doesn't have to sit at the Dipsh*t Table too?" Geralt demaned.

"Because he wasn't the one who mentioned fisting sh*t out of someone's a** while I was eating!"

They made it through dinner, and Geralt made sure Jaskier stayed awake while he showered by randomly flushing the toilet in the other bathroom. He knew Jaskier was awake by his surprised screams.

Next, Geralt sat next to him on the couch to watch tv while Yennefer showered. The time was punctuated by Jaskier's yelps of surprise and pain. Geralt kept him awake by slapping him in the face, giving him Wet Willie's, shoving his finger up his nose, twisting a nipple, or whacking him in the nuts when he started to fall asleep.

It was 8pm when Yennefer told Jaskier he could go to bed. The bard had jumped off the couch and bolted for his room.

Geralt had flattened himself against the hallway wall as Jaskier streaked past him, kicked his bedroom door open, then f***ing swan dived into his bed. Yennefer had been screaming with laughter.

After four days of the routine, Jaskier had recovered from the sleep deprivation. He'd apologized for how he'd reacted and what he'd put them through. Apologized for getting so irrationally upset that he'd pushed his friends away instead of allowing them to help him.

He took Yennefer and Geralt on a trip to the coast, citing that they could all do with a nice long holiday. They spent a week playing on the beach with Wee Roach and getting sunburned.

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[salamanderinspace]

hihihihi. i love reading your poetry and it makes me want to pick up a pen again and try to get some of my own thoughts out of my head in verse. anytime i see your lines i am reflecting on my everyday experiences again. I'm also loving your house rewatch posts a lot and it makes me want to do a rewatch soon. i've soooo loved your art and help and support with the comment crawl too and i'm so glad our paths have crossed. ❤️

Thank you 💕💕 your likes and comments make my whole week sometimes and I love to lurk your blog also. 💖🌟🩷 I'd suggest we have friend tags for each other but I don't get enough Witcher stuff on my dash I don't think. I should rectify that hmm

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[witch-and-her-witcher]

number 20 for the domestic OTP with children prompts 🥺

#20 - child: "Look, I made this for you. I also made one for mum/dad/parent."

"Has a Water Hag crawled from the swamps into my garden?"

"Mum!" Ciri responded incredulously, placing both fists on her hips where she stood under the arched entrance of the vast swatch of herbs, vegetables and ornamental flowers alike that made up her mother's garden.

Yennefer pushed the wide brim of her straw hat back, looking up from her kneeling position with a smile. "Oh! It is my vagabond daughter, returned. Excuse me, the smell was alarming at first."

Ciri glided forward on her witcher's footsteps and gathered the sorceress into her arms as soon as she stood up. "Well, now you will smell just as alarming!"

They embraced for several moments, Ciri not missing how her mother searched her body gingerly for injury under the guise. When they separated, they both wore large, pleased grins. Reunions only grew sweeter every time Ciri returned from the Path to visit her parents' seaside cottage.

"I'm glad to see you're still in one piece, Witcher," Yennefer said playfully, hooking their arms at the crook. "Shall we get you into a bath?"

"Yes, but first!" Ciri used her free hand to dig around in the leather bag she kept strapped to her hip. "Look, I made this for you. I also made one for the old man."

In her outstretched hand, Ciri held two bracelets made of woven horse hair with silver clasps. In the center of each bracelet's length, a milky green stone. As Yennefer took in the jewelry, she noticed a matching bracelet on her daughter's wrist. The power from the stones was dull, but Yennefer could sense it swirling under each cloudy surface.

"I know you're much better at enchanting stones, but I picked this spell up from a druidess I met along the path," Ciri spoke with slight anxiety and eyes brimming with hopeful expectation, "Put yours on and I'll show you."

"Well, alright." Yennefer held out her wrist and allowed her daughter to clasp the bracelet.

The stone was cool against Yennefer's skin initially, but as Ciri closed her eyes and set a fingertip to her own matching stone, Yennefer felt the magic take hold. The milky tone of the stone cleared and a bright pink hue shone through the green stone accompanied by a light warmth.

Yennefer felt her breath catch. "Oh, Cirilla -"

"Whenever one of us thinks of the other and touches the stone, it will let the other one know!"

Pride and love swelled within her mother and Yennefer had to pull Ciri into another hug. Ciri buried her face into the crook of Yennefer's neck, despite the bend it required in her tall frame.

"You like it?"

Yennefer blinked back the mist in her eyes. "Yes, Ciri, it's quite lovely and thoughtful." As they separated, she thumbed at Ciri's cheek to remove the smudged coal from the happy tears that she shed. "You're going to make your father cry like a baby, you know?"

Ciri threw her head back in laughter. "Geralt has grown soft in his old age, hasn't he?"

"Yen, have you let a drowner up from the coast?" The deep voice called from the edge of the woods as the white haired Witcher returned from his foraging just then.

Ciri stuck her tongue out. "No, a Water Hag."

It was going to be satisfying to watch Geralt tear up even more over the gift after that comment.

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[arnold-layne]

hi arnold! what are you’re top ten movies?

hi kk!

this is a question that always makes me wanna crawl back into my hole because admitting I don't really watch movies always makes people very surprised. idk it's just not my favourite artistic medium I guess? the amount of information unleashed on me in like 2 hrs always makes me overwhelmed af and I have to stop to process. but I do have a couple to recommend lmao, although they are all pretty mainstream

pride and prejudice! both 2005 film and 1995 mini series are amazing, I can't choose between the two

mad max fury road - one hell of an aesthetic, badass old ladies, deadly charlize theron, do I need to go on

venom - one more tom hardy movie, sorry. we stan monsterfucking on this blog

the dirt. you know I had to put it on the list

jumanji (both parts) - a lot of fun, karen gillan is there,

the joker. nobody look at me. I'm not endorsing the main character, but I do think this movie is a very good representation of how society with its neglect and contempt drives poor and mentally ill people to monstrosity and then blames them for it. loved it will never watch it again

bohemian rhapsody! no comment needed I suppose

the help! the book is AMAZING and the movie did it justice overall, although they did botch some character development at the end.

I ran out of movies at this point because I haven't watched any in like half a year so I'll recommend you a couple shows instead

the witcher. they fucked up the entire storyline and made yennefers character all about her baby fever but it's still a decent show with dark fantasy vibe. you'd still be better off playing the game tho

downton abbey!!! I never thought I'd get into that kind of thing, but it really sucks you in. and the characters are multidimensional and complex, with servant characters given as much depth as the noble ones. It's worth watching for maggie smith's character alone

bonus: hbo chernobyl. fucked me up big time. I'm still seeing that irradiated dude that rotted alive in my nightmares. shows really well the scope of the tragedy and just how badly it was handled by the ussr.

I guess that's it lmao. I'm REALLY not into movies as a whole so I don't know many of them, and those I have watched I can't remember for shit. please don't judge me by this list I tried my best 🥺

#its 3 am i have to wake up in 4 hrs but since i am very. stupid. i latched onto your ask as a reason to not go to bed #my fault entirely tho

[witchercommentcrawl]

Announcing the Witcher Comment Crawl!

The Witcher Comment Crawl is a feedback-focused event where participants visit a pre-selected list of fanworks and leave comments for the creators!

How does it work?

On the first of every month* we post a list of fanworks selected by the mods with a variety of different kinds of works--fanart, fanfics, podfics, etc.

We will give you a designated window of time to review these fanworks (usually 7-10 days). Your job is to visit as many works as you can and leave comments!

For those interested, there are fun badges available when you complete certain achievements, such as leaving a comment on every type of fanwork and reblogging/following a creator that you discovered through the Crawl. And more!

How are works selected?

For the first Comment Crawl, the mods have selected the theme AUTUMN - click link for more theme details!

For the first round mods will be responsible for selecting works that fit this theme. In the future we will ask the community to vote on future themes and nominate fanworks!*

What's the point of all this?

We hope to create a fandom community that gives back to the creators who provide us with excellent fanworks all year long. We also hope to provide specialized recs and a curated rec list for participants and introduce you to new creators and fanworks! And who knows, maybe your work will be featured one round!

But I don't know how to leave good comments!

We have helpful resources and tips here for you to use! And if you don't know what to say, we will be creating individual recommendations for each featured work with possible talking points you can comment on.

*We will resume the event in December or January after we've collected your feedback for suggestions and see what you liked about the event. Moving forward we're looking to develop a schedule that will allow the community time for voting on a theme and nominate fanworks.

#witcher comment crawl #crawl 01 Oct '22 #mod: nic

[kuwdora]

Witcher Commenting Event & Community Engagement PART 2

I recently wrote a long post about an idea I had for drumming up engagement on Witcher fanworks.

In that post I described a commenting event where we collectively go and comment on fanworks that could use some love. We would comment during a dedicated window of time so creators get a fresh wave of comments! We could squee together and build discussion on the fanworks and engage with each other about the work in the comments where creators can see us appreciating their work.

I made a survey to see if this was something people might be interested in participating… It turns out there is a LOT OF INTEREST for something like this.

My survey is still open! - Please fill this out and reblog to continue to spread awareness of the project. If you left your contact information to help organize/brainstorm and I haven’t gotten back to you, I will be reaching out in the following weeks to follow up when I can.

😍😍😍 My original tumblr post reached 155 notes in a week and a half and I have received about 53 responses. Incredible response! Most of the reblogs with comments in the tags have shown great enthusiasm which has made me very happy.

So thanks to your interest I have spent the last week and a half with excited fans, brainstorming what this commenting event will look like. We’re setting up a tumblr and organizing the rest of the details and logistics of everything. You might see me or others commenting in various ways on tumblr as we try different things on this platform just to see what it's like and how it might be received.

I hope to have a more formal announcement and link to the community soon with actual dates and everything.

We’ve selected a theme for our first Comment Crawl and we will be curating some fanworks for the first round. But in the future we may move towards voting on themes via poll and allowing people to submit nominations that fit some engagement criteria.

I’m so excited about this project. Ahhh! Makes my heart so happy.

Keep reading if you’d like to learn more about some of the survey results and see what people are interested in reading, seeing and commenting on here in Witcher fandom and where everyone discovers fic to read!

WITCHER FANWORKS INTERESTS:

When I asked what kind of fanworks you’d like to see in a Comment Crawl:

100% of you would like to leave comments on fanfic

88% of you are interested in commenting on fanart

39.6% of you are interested in commenting on fanvids (!! oh my heart!! YAY)

28.3% of you are interested in listening to and commenting on podfic!!

6% of you told me not to forget fan crafts and music playlists!!

Lucky for everyone there is a lot of incredible podfic, crafts, vids, and fanart in Witcher fandom! Plenty of things to show you that need more love. I’m excited to create an event to showcase these works!

I asked what kind of subjects you’d like to see and comment on for a Comment Crawl:

81.1% are interested in fanworks featuring character studies and gen (no pairing) (YAY!)

71.7% are interested in rare pairings (!!! YAY!)

60.4% are interested in femslash (YES!!!)

58.5% are interested in our juggernaut pairings

49.1% would love to read and see more fanworks from fandom exchanges

32.1% are interested in canon-specific fanworks (book, games, show)

And a whopping 73.6% of you are also interested in nominating your own fanworks for a theme! I hear ya! Comments are great!

20% of you also submitted ‘other’ - expressing your interest in reading more non-Wolf witchers, fear of not being interested in things outside your current fixations. And others are really excited to discover new-to-you fanworks and genres. We are a diverse bunch here in Witcher fandom. Which makes sense considering Witcher canon is 50 canons in a trenchcoat!

So my takeaway is that y’all are interested in a variety of things and I am hoping to curate our first event that will give everyone a little taste of the undiscovered and unsung fanworks on AO3, tumblr, and other social media platforms. There’s so much incredible stuff out here. 

In the second half of my survey I asked people how they discovered new fic to read:

90.6% of respondents are subscribed to AO3 authors/stories/tags

79.2% of respondents find fic on tumblr via reblogs

58.5% of respondents utilize AO3 bookmarks to find new fic

39.6% of respondents discover fic via Discord

37.7% of respondents discover fic via friend recs

26% of respondents discover fic via Tumblr tags

20% of respondents are clicking around via AO3 tags, filters and searches

This is suggesting that it takes a lot to find new-to-you stories outside your fannish circles of interest and that trudging through AO3 tags isn’t as productive as it could be for you to find new things to read.  

Would you be interested in an event about reccing Witcher fanworks?

56.5% said yes and would love to write and share recs

69.9% said yes and would love to promote and squee over recs

17.4% of respondents aren’t sure what this would look like

Many of you are also interested in learning more about recs lists and would be interested in an event that could help expose you to new parts of fandom and different characters and other fans. I have several ideas about this which I am excited to mull over and brainstorm later… but first we’re gonna do a commenting event!!  More details to come in the following weeks!

REMINDER: if you haven’t filled out the survey about interest in Witcher engagement events, the survey is still open! Feel free to leave me your thoughts about what you’d like to see in this event and future ones.

Feel free to leave any suggestions in the survey. Or send me a DM on tumblr if you have thoughts or questions!!

Thank you!

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[do-androids-dream-ao3acc]

I came here through the "Witcher Comment Crawl" event (thanks for that one, @witchercommentcrawl, I love the engagement!) and found this super nice cover version of "Ard Skellig Village". Can't comment on this one because I don't want to throw my real name in the ring BUT if YOU are watching this, leave this man some nice words, it's worth it!

#music #cover version #The Witcher 3 #Youtube

[watch-that-writer-burnnn]

Teach Me To Play

Pairing: Jaskier x reader

Summary: Reader loves Jaskier's singing and asks him to teach them how to play the lute. Lots of fluff, cuddling, musical duet and bonus Geralt fluff at the end.

Warnings: lots of fluff :)

Words: 1.2K

A/n: My second fic! More fluff, might try something with a bit more angst/plot next time, but anyway I hope you all enjoy this. Once again any likes, comments or feedback is much appreciated!

Jaskier's melodic humming drifted across the clearing, accompanied only by the spitting and crackling of the dying embers of the fire. The soft strumming of his lute, rather than irritating Geralt as usual, had put the exhausted witcher to sleep. Geralt lay on a bedroll by the fire, chest slowly rising and falling with each breath.

You leaned comfortably against a log, across the fire from Geralt, chin resting on your chest and the feathered hat you'd playfully snatched from Jaskier's head earlier tilted down over your partially closed eyes. A contented smile spread across your lips as the glow of the fire warmed your skin, and you continued to listen to Jaskier's beautiful singing. With each carefully placed note, he seemed to draw some of the tension of the day's travelling from your aching muscles.

The bard sat off to your left, his back against a tree stump, eyes closed and a smile mirroring your own visible on his lips. He'd discarded his doublet, thanks to the warmth of the fire, and was instead wearing only his white undershirt, sleeves cuffed with decorative lace in typical Jaskier fashion.

Not only did you love his singing, but you were entranced by the sounds he coaxed from his lute with each gentle movement of his fingers. You wished you shared his talent on the instrument.

Pushing the hat back on your head, you sat up, turning to the distracted bard.

"Jaskier?"

"What is it, love?"

"Could you teach me to play?"

The question seemed to catch him off guard.

"Can I- well, of course! Come over here."

Smiling broadly at your request, Jaskier patted the ground beside him. You stood, brushing dirt from your clothes, before walking over and dropping down next to the bard.

"Here," he carefully placed his precious lute, a gift from the elf Toruviel, into your outstretched hands.

"Show me how you think you should be holding it... No, no not like that," he laughed, blue eyes sparkling, as he reached towards you, gently grasping your hands and moving them to the correct positions on the delicate instrument.

You felt suddenly self-conscious, realising this may be trickier than you'd thought.

"Alright. Try... This chord," Jaskier said, reaching over and once again attempting to position your fingers on the correct frets. But from his spot at your side, he struggled to properly reach your hand.

"We really should have thought this through... Why don't you sit here?"

You felt warmth rise to your cheeks as Jaskier uncrossed his legs and gestured to his lap.

"Uhh... Yeah. Sure," you muttered.

You crawled closer to the bard, positioning yourself between his thighs and leaning back against his warm chest, which was heaving slowly as he breathed. Your own breath caught in your throat as he drew his legs in closer on either side of you, before wrapping his right arm around you to rest on your strumming hand, while his left moved up to guide your fingers into a basic chord shape. As he moved to look over your shoulder, his warm breath on your neck made your skin tingle, and strands of his unkempt brown mop brushed your cheek.

You forced yourself to focus on his words, rather than how closely he was pressed up against you. Closer than you'd ever been.

"...and while you're holding those down, strum with your right hand..."

Doing your best to follow the bard's instructions, you eventually managed to pry a sound from the instrument.

After around and hour of this, you'd melted into Jaskier's embrace, gladly welcoming the feeling of comfort and safety his touch brought you.

Pleased with your efforts, you shakily produced a few more chords, stifling a smile at the adoring grin filling Jaskier's delicate features. Then he began to sing.

Your eyes widened, surprised that Jaskier had found your chords worthy of singing to. Fumbling with the lute, you did your best to repeat the sounds you'd learnt throughout the evening, unwillingly to interrupt Jaskier's song. He continued to sing, beautiful words seeming to float from his lips and colour the silence of the night. After a shaky start, the sounds of his voice and your lute playing began to blend together, forming some semblance of music.

Without breaking his song, Jaskier reached up and gently stroked your hair, while his other hand slid behind the lute to wrap around your stomach, which lurched at his touch. You missed a chord, surprised by the unexpected contact, but continued to play.

Jaskier's voice softened, as he distractedly ran his hand from your hair to your cheek, which was close beside his own. You stopped playing, feeling your heart pound as he gently cupped your face in his hand, turning your head towards him. You leant into his touch, sighing deeply. Slowly, he pulled you closer, silencing his own soft singing with a kiss. The warmth of his lips filled you with exhilaration. He moaned against your mouth, sending a tingling through your body. You discarded the lute and gripped the bard tighter, pulling him further into your embrace. You felt him shudder with joy as he pressed against you, massaging his hands slowly against your back.

Finally, he pulled back for air, stroking your face with a hand as he gazed into your eyes. Then he leant forward and buried his face into your neck.

"That was nice," he mumbled against your skin, lips tickling you with each word.

"Maybe we should do it more often," you replied, lovingly stroking his hair, as he began to hum.

The two of you remained like this for a while, until Jaskier's humming turned to contented snores and your hand slid limply from his head.

***

Geralt woke, blinking sleep from his eyes. The fire had died down, and the cool night air pricked his skin, making him shiver and draw his blanket more tightly around his shoulders. He instinctively glanced across the fire, wanting to make sure his companions were warm enough.

When you weren't visible where he'd last remembered, he scanned the campsite more closely before noticing you curled up tightly in Jaskier's embrace. The bard's sleeping face was decorated with a lopsided smile, as your head rose and fell slowly against his chest as he breathed.

Geralt couldn't help but smile at the sight of the two of you. He'd spent the last couple of years watching you grow closer, constantly flirting despite each being painfully unaware of the feelings of the other. Finally, it seemed, one of you had made a move.

He stood with a sigh, retrieving an unused blanket lying nearby, and quietly moved around the embers of the fire towards you and Jaskier.

Seeing the frosty breath rising from your lips, Geralt gently wrapped the blanket around the pair of you, tucking it in as well as he could without waking you. Standing back, Geralt, eyes still creased in a smile, gave a satisfied nod, before stretching and walking back towards his own bedroll.

***

In your sleep, you sighed at the increased warmth and snuggled up closer against Jaskier, who squeezed you tightly before relaxing once again.

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[daydreaming-in-letters]

Atonement

01/07/2022

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x fem!reader (3rd person)

Word Count: 2,393

Warnings: fingering, vaginal sex, fluff

Summary: Geralt finds his love in a hot spring after a sheer endless monster hunting season.

A/N: Water is my favourite element and somehow my mind seems to think it is the perfect match for my beloved Witcher. I wrote smut with Geralt in the water before, but I'm not even remotely sorry for doing it again.

Picture found on Pinterest

If you like my story, you are very welcome to like, comment or reblog. Please don’t copy, repost or share my work on other platforms.

A knowing smile curled both ends of his Cupid’s bow upwards as he broke through the line of fir trees. His senses had picked up her presence a good while ago, but now as a fresh gust of her scent invaded his nostrils, there could be no doubt she was really here.

Careful not to slip on the glazed rocks, he drew closer. With every step he took, he could feel the icy chill of the winter morning vanish, and soon clouds of pleasantly warm steam engulfed him, thawing his frozen bones and heart alike.

Despite the early hour, a few birds had picked up their song already, and their sweet melody mixed with the soft gurgling and murmuring of the stream that crawled along the foot of the mountain a good distance beneath the plateau that lay ahead of him. The stony path led him around a corner—the last one, he thought, before his eyes would finally find what they had been longing to see for more than half a year.

And what a sight she was, the ethereal beauty of the scene taking him completely by surprise. For a moment, he had to stop walking, afraid his feet might stumble like his heart did. Surrounded by the mist that rose from the surface of the natural pool, her face was veiled from his famished eyes. As was most of her body, enveloped by the white water that left him nothing to feed upon than the hint of two curves that sparked the memory of a breathtakingly soft globe nestled in his large palm.

A pleased hum left his chest in a cloud of hot air when his eyes found the necklace he had given her, the small stone that was attached to it dangling teasingly in the valley of her breasts. He had brought it home for her after a particularly successful monster hunting season, when there was still some extra coin to spare. The moment he had spotted it, he knew it would look stunning around her neck, the stone a perfect match with the colour of her vibrant eyes, and the way it glistened in the first light of day now proved him right once again.

It was almost impossible to tear his eyes away from it, but when he did, he was rewarded with the alluring line of her silky neck. The urge to press his lips against her pulse point and feel the rhythm of her steady heart begin to hitch and flutter as his hands would set out to explore her body was almost too much to bare, his cock already straining against its refinements.

And when his gaze met hers at last and noticed the same ravenous hunger in her sparkling orbs that threatened to consume him, had done for so many torturous days and nights, his hands began to work on their own accord. His eyes never left hers, afraid this might just be another dream, his fingers blindly freeing his body of his cloak, his shirt and trousers.

The stutter in her breath as he was finally bared to her watchful gaze made him chuckle and he enjoyed every second of his slow stride towards the edge of the pool, her eyes roaming his naked flesh in anticipation of the pleasure that was about to befall both of them.

He was beautiful, her witcher, just like she remembered him. Maybe with a few more scars here and there, but there were always new marks on his skin after a summer of fighting monsters and men alike. And as much as she hated the pain they had caused, she loved caressing them while he held her in his arms and his calming voice told her the tales of their origin.

Suddenly a twinkle flitted across his amber orbs that shone almost golden in the warm light of the sunrise and before she knew what was happening he dove into the milky water headfirst, his massive body making hardly any sound as it broke through the surface and vanished from view. Only seconds later, he was with her, calloused fingers reaching out to graze her touch-starved skin, gliding up her sides eagerly, before, with a gasp, his white hair and massive shoulders rose from the water and he pulled her against his chest.

There was no more time to waste, they had both waited long enough for this moment, and so her fingers dove into his wet locks and brought his lips to hers. She shivered upon the familiar taste, a moan forcing her lips apart to grant him access. And he gladly seized his chance, his tongue gliding along her lips to find hers in a tender dance. In a heartbeat, all the yearning and heartache washed away under his sure touch. He was home.

But still there was this sting she felt, making her pull away and coaxing a displeased grunt from his mouth. Puzzled eyes looked at her from underneath a pair of eyebrows that were knit together tightly.

“You’re late,” she sulked, her eyes darkening dangerously. And yet, her grim expression pulled a bemused grin onto his lips.

“Your scent was still fresh when I followed you here. You can only have arrived a few minutes ago yourself.”

Her palms pressed against his pecs to force her way out of his irritatingly bewitching embrace, but his arms only tightened their hold.

“You know that’s not what I meant,” she pressed out, her fists drumming weakly against his chest.

“I’m sorry, my love.” Even with one arm, he was strong enough to secure her body to his, his free hand cupping her head as his lips pressed a sweet kiss to her damp hair. “I had to take a minor detour.”

“Huh,” she huffed against his shoulder, “I came here every day for almost three weeks but you never showed and that’s all I get as an apology? Don’t you dare think I will forgive such neglect easily.”

A deep chuckle rolled through his chest and caused another shiver to crawl along her skin.

“I’d hoped you’d say that.” And when his lips pressed against her ear to whisper his next words, she couldn’t hold back the wild moan any longer that revealed her true need for him. “I’m fully prepared to work for your forgiveness.”

He manoeuvred her body through the water with ease, and next thing she knew, she found her back pressed against his firm chest, one arm slung around her middle to keep her locked in place. She squirmed under his tight grip, just a little as she was determined not to make it too easy for him, but when his free hand set out to reacquaint himself with every dip and every curve of her body, she slowly stopped her antics and gave in to his touch. He purred like a giant cat as his fingers took the liberty of exploring her body freely, the vibrations of his chest rolling against her back and seeping into her skin with the effect of a soothing balm.

“Geralt.” Her soft sigh was almost inaudible against the sloshing of the stream that echoed through the silence of the early morning, and yet his triumphant chuckle told her he had heard it.

“Am I forgiven already, my love?”

He was. He had been since the moment his familiar form had broken through the mist and she had seen that yearning for her in his glowing eyes. But where would be the fun in telling him that? And so she took his hand in hers and guided it along her stomach, all the way down until his fingers rested upon the last barrier that stood between her and her pleasure.

“Not yet.”

There was no hesitance in his movement as his fingers glided in between the warmth of her petals. Usually, he liked to tease her, taking his time to drive her to the edge of reason in a constant spiral of indulgence and denial as his fingers worked her with a surety he had perfected over the years, but not now. Now he was determined on reminding her why it had been worth waiting for him all summer, why no one else would ever do, why she was his.

It didn’t take much after months and months of missing his touch. A few slow circles, the right amount of pressure, and his quiet hums of desire close to her ear were enough to bring her close. He could feel it before she did, in the tensing of her body, the hitch in her breath and the beautiful sound of her racing heart. And still, she refused to give in.

“Let go, my love.” Gently his lips touched her cheek as he spoke, his grip tightening just a little. “Let go for me.”

Word for word, he broke the last resistance and she let the wave wash over her. And it almost consumed her. As if her body and mind had separated for a moment, she lost control over her physical form completely, shaking and trembling in his arm unashamedly in the knowledge that he would hold her, no matter what.

It was only when her breath began to even out and her pulse started to slow that he loosened his hold, just a tad, but enough to allow her to turn, her legs locking around his hips instantly. He could feel the heat of her sex upon his, testing his patience as it ignited a hunger he had been forced to fight back for more than half a year now. And as if that wasn’t challenge enough already, she pulled herself closer until her lips were mere inches away from his own and her honeyed breath caressed his lips as she spoke.

“Are you prepared to work a little more for my forgiveness?”

He thought he might lose his sanity when she let herself sink down on him as soon as she had finished her question. He had almost forgotten how velvety soft she felt around him, embracing him like no other and it took him everything to press out the words against the all-consuming sensation.

“If this is what it takes, I hope you’ll never forgive me.”

Unwavering fingers dug into supple globes, guiding her up and down the length of his shaft and through the haze of their long awaited union he could feel everything—her pebbled buds moving against his fur, the gentle flutter of her walls, increasing with every stroke, her blood, rushing through her veins at full speed, her breath, scorching hot on his lips, drifting through the small opening of his own to invade his lungs and fill every fibre of his body with her, only her.

“Y/N.”

Just one word, one name, yet it held so much emotion that her heart threatened to overflow from the joy it sparked. To finally hear it fall from his mouth after all the time she had just imagined him saying it, would have been reason enough to fill her with unadulterated bliss, but the emotion it held—the desire, the possessiveness, the love—almost drove her insane with happiness.

Not long before her senses picked up the telltale signs of his nearing peak. His member twitching and swelling inside of her, his mouth sinking into the crook of her neck, sucking and licking her pulse point, his fingers tightening their grip to secure her against him, and his grunts, those deep, desperate sounds of desire that rumbled through the peaceful morning air like a mighty roll of thunder.

“Come for me, Geralt. Make me yours.”

With a gasp his head resurfaced from her neck and a pair of pleading eyes found hers to seek her forgiveness. He would make it up to her later, with a few more hours of lovemaking. But now he needed to succumb to his craving, needed to claim her once again and truly become one with the woman that held his heart.

His lips crashed down on hers in a frenzied kiss as he buried himself as deep as he could, squeezing his devotion into her, marking her as his for the world to know. He loved her, more than words could ever tell, and just for this one moment in time, she was his, utterly and completely, his.

Loving fingers held his face in place, thumbs caressing his cheeks as he tried to hold on to the feeling of total unity a little longer. But as always, it escaped his grasp and he found himself gradually coming back to reality.

“I missed this,” he whispered against her lips. “I missed you.”

As soon as he had finished what had been supposed to be a declaration of true love, he could feel the distance between them grow.

“You always say that and yet you leave me every time with the first signs of spring.”

“This time it’s different.”

Vulnerable eyes closed as she eased away, turning her back on him. She didn’t understand, how could she. It wasn’t her fault that she didn’t know how much he had lost. He had seen so many leave, he didn’t want to lose her as well. The only constant in his life. The one who truly mattered. He could feel his heart grow heavy from the thought alone, threatening to drown him in the shallow water and so his hand reached out for her, finding her soft shoulder to turn her around.

“Please, come with me.”

She still refused to open her eyes, her head softly shaking from side to side.

“You know I would only slow you down. I’m not as skilled with the sword as you are.”

“As I said, it’s different now. And besides, you know that’s not true. You’re a great fighter.”

Finally her eyes opened to find his and the sheer love they held sparked a new hope inside his chest.

“I learned from the best.”

With both hands, he cupped her face, sealing her lips with his once again and she could feel the urgency in his kiss, the deep longing to have her by his side, always. And that was all she needed to leave her old life behind on that cold winter morning, to be his, wholly and completely, until her last breath.

***

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♡ Jaskier rant/vent ♡

Hiya, here is a long ass rant/vent about my Netflix Witcher frustrations with how the show-runners are treating Jaskier's character. Because even though I love the books and games, I couldn't give a rat's ass about the changes Lauren made to the witcher plot. Because if it were to be adapted into a show following the source material word for word, page for page, it wouldn't be worth watching because I already know the damn story. It's refreshing to see these changes, new ideas etc. But ofc, I do still have a bone to pick with them.

The venting part:

Ok, so you know how in my bio it says that this is a Jaskier centric blog and that Jaskier deserves to be loved? Yeah, that's because I'm salty AF, the saltiest motherfucker on Earth right now. Because the way Netflix or...mostly Lauren treat Jaskier as a character on this show is atrocious! A beloved fan favorite they intend to milk but know not how, using him instead as nothing other than comedic relief and the occasional tool to move the plot in a certain direction.

They're stingy with his character development, with his screen time, with complexity. When we see him in pain it is later dismissed, as if it never happened. Where are his bruises and burns from Rience's torture? He was bleeding from his mouth, he had probably taken a few punches to his face. And Rience held his flame to Jaskier's fingers for at least five seconds, the heat of which compares to a lit match, nobody could walk away from something like that without second degree burns that would take many weeks to heal. And in Jaskier's case? Walking around with an exposed wound like that, touching things all the time, crawling across a dirty floor under the table when the witchers were fighting Voleth Mier? He realistically should have had a serious infection by now.

Also, tell me I am not the only one who noticed this, and I ask myself this quite often: Why OH WHY does it seem like the ONLY people who enjoy Jaskier's company, his presence, him in general, are the audiences he performs for and the elves? Everybody else seems to either shit on him the moment they see him or keep him around because he's loyal and amusing.

Idk about you, but I don't take kindly to the fact that the only character to treat Jaskier with respect and dignity in season 2 was Yennefer. Although THANK FUCK for Yennefer, I fucking LOVE her so much! But yeah.....

Like sure thing, Geralt evidently trusts Jaskier a lot, he is obviously fond of him, but to be honest I haven't seen enough of that fondness on screen to get the impression that their friendship is just like their bromance in the books. In season 1 they only show us scenes of Geralt barely putting up with Jaskier, ignoring him, insulting his singing (which is basically Jaskier's core, his life, his everything, it's what he lives and breathes for), barely admitting to their friendship out loud and then blaming Jaskier for everything that went wrong in his life! Like dude, I know Jaskier isn't exactly a pure and innocent cinnamon roll, I'm aware that he is a slutty little trouble magnet who can sometimes talk too much, but he is also a good friend! Even with whatever little screen time he gets, he is every inch the good friend that Dandelion is in the books!

In season 1 it's very clear that he cares, he asked Geralt if he's ok, he said "Talk to me", he tried to help Geralt deal with Borch's fake death, he offered Geralt an opportunity to go on a vacation, because he gives a fucking damn about him. Even in Cintra, when he asked Geralt for a favor, aka guard him, he made a comment about rubbing chamomile on his body, aka most likely massaging Geralt's sore arse muscles after a hunt.

But Geralt? Just the bare fucking minimum, saving Jaskier's life a few times, a few fond smiles here and there, otherwise looking rather uninterested in Jaskier's life. A brick wall that barely says anything nice to him. Or well, looks like talking to him in general is a chore.

And season 2? Whoooo boy! Jaskier still cares! Though he has to pry basic human decency out of Geralt in that jail cell at Oxenfurt:

- "We don't have time, we need to go"

- "Are you sure? Because the last time we saw eachother, you basically told me to fuck off, remember? And you left me on a mountain!"

- "Jaskier.."

- "Don't fucking Jaskier me, I'm talking to you, this is how this works!"

Jaskier still makes do with Geralt's pathetic arse "I need your help" and leaves EVERYTHING in his life behind to be there for Geralt. He left his Sandpiper smuggling business, he didn't even get to pack a bag, trailing after Geralt like a loyal dog, still wearing the shirt he was tortured in, with his dried blood on it, because Geralt needed his friend.

Thankfully Geralt seems to be doing better by Jaskier in the second season, but not nearly enough to be enough! I mean, Geralt came for Jaskier only when he needed something from him, didn't apologize to him until Jaskier hinted at the problem (Via discussing Yennefer's betrayal, she's been pushed into a corner, she's desperate, it's why people do stupid things and SAY stupid things). And Geralt's apology was shit, because he didn't offer it until Jaskier had accidentally guilt tripped him into it. And Jaskier? Yeah, no, he might have forgiven his friend for the Mountain, but he is still human, he's still got feelings and knew he deserved an apology. However, right there and then it clearly wasn't the right time, whatnot with Geralt's apology being too simple and nonchalant, not nearly serious and earnest enough to undo the hurt that had given birth to Burn Butcher Burn. Not to mention the dwarves being within earshot and the dangerous mission ahead. Which is why I understand why Jaskier brushed off Geralt's pathetic attempt at making amends with a joke.

When I was watching the Rare Species episode of season 1, the expression on Jaskier's face after getting shouted at by his best friend honestly broke my fucking heart. So when season 2 aired, I started binging it with high hopes of getting to see Geralt apologizing, them becoming friends again, Geralt being a better friend to Jaskier while also being badass as shit with his child surprise, battling monsters etc. But I did not expect it to fall so flat and I did not expect for LITERALLY EVERYONE to treat Jaskier like absolute dog shit. INCLUDING THE SHOW RUNNERS!

Geralt was basically using Jaskier for his loyalty, the dwarves found Jaskier's presence as the most annoying thing ever, Ciri literally fucking ignored him in all of their scenes together, the show-runners fucking forgot that Jaskier was tortured and filmed every scene with Joey in it as if Rience never happened, then for some dumb reason Lambert fucking had to be more of a prick than necessary, effectively alienating Jaskier with one single word, when that man had done nothing to deserve it!

FUCK!!!

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