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ilikebigants · 1 year
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New headcannon: most Witchers don't have a lot of sex. The rumour that Witchers are really sexually active was started due to Vesemir's slut era and was solidified due to Geralt's escapades.
Everyone else has depression and can't get it up
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loosketches · 6 months
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Aiden and Lambert against the wyvern! (Or Lambert coming to save Aiden's ass! And how I see them meeting for the first time! ) Been working on this illustration for a few days and I'm quite happy to be done with it! Definetly learned a lot about light during the process! Thanks to my friends and roomates for their feedbacks!!
small preview of the sketch below!
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headcanonthings · 8 days
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Lambert: What if people had food names and food had people names? Aiden: Hey, spaghetti, we're having Lambert for dinner. Geralt: What is wrong with you two? Lambert: Shut up, white chocolate.
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elmonstro · 1 year
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WIP 2
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greenapplespider · 1 month
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Line art for the first page of my lil Lambert and Aiden fan comic - hopefully be done with the rest of it within the fortnight 😩
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dftea · 3 months
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Ravelled and thinned
Accidental Warlord AU (@inexplicifics): Aiden/Sasha, hurt/comfort
[read on AO3]
And then it comes over him, an overwhelming wave of rage and vengeance, sweeping him away from Sasha and reality and everything good and beautiful in the world.
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Aleksander is hurt on the training ground. Aiden loses it.
When the obstacle course explodes, Aiden only makes it halfway across the training ground before Sasha falls.
Shouts and Signs fill the air, as the Grassed trainees fling up their Quen shields to protect themselves and their humans from the falling debris. 
But they’re between him and his Sasha.
He doesn’t know how many he knocks down, how many feel the cut of his knife, but then he’s holding a blood-soaked Sasha in his arms.
There’s a jagged spike of metal through his sweet pup’s chest. He tries to form words, to shape Aiden's name, but all that comes out is blood.
He’s saturated in the smell of Sasha’s blood and fear.
And he cannot watch him die in agony, not like this.
He pushes Axii into Sasha’s head and watches him still, his face slack.
And then it comes over him, an overwhelming wave of rage and vengeance, sweeping him away from Sasha and reality and everything good and beautiful in the world.
When he comes back to himself, he is face down in the dirt of the training yard, Lambert pinning him bodily and a dozen Cat Witchers seizing hold of his limbs.
“–not going to fucking die, because Triss got to him fast. He’s going to be fine, Aiden, but he needs you to snap the fuck out of this, so you can–”
“I’m back,” he rasps, and feels the release of tension all around him. “I need…Sasha…”
“Let him up,” Lambert commands, and the others release him as Lambert drags him up to his feet.
“Did I…did I hurt…?”
“Cuts and bruises,” Lambert says, matter-of-factly. “Nothing that won’t heal in a few days. Now let’s clean you the fuck up so you can see Aleksander - he’s been asking for you.”
As he drags Aiden towards the keep, the Cats falling into a sort of honour guard around them, Aiden belatedly takes in the deserted training yard, the fading light.
“How long was I down?”
Lambert rolls his shoulders, subtly removing the stiffness. “Five, six hours.”
“You sat on me for six hours?”
“Fucking Axii wouldn’t take,” Lambert complains, steering him towards the hot springs. “Even when Eskel and the Griffins got involved. 
When they arrive, the baths are empty, and Lambert strips Aiden with ruthless efficiency before dunking him in the private pool. It’s barely body temperature for a Witcher, but Aiden feels half outside his body anyway, unable to process much beyond the cloying scent of Sasha’s blood surrounding him.
Lambert, Axel, and Cedric scrub him down until he smells like apples and the blood has all vanished with the magic of the springs. They also seem glad to have lost the lingering blood and dirt from their bodies, and Aiden numbly notes that some of those “cuts and bruises” are on them.
“I hurt you,” Aiden mumbles at Lambert, who shakes his head. 
“Nah, it won't even scar.”
His sweet pup will have a scar now, marring his beautiful body, because Aiden wasn’t fast enough. Because Aiden is too selfish to send him away to live in Wolfenburg or another safe town far from the fucking Cranes and their fucking obstacle courses.
Lambert pulls some clean clothes onto his unresisting body, before finally guiding him up to Sasha’s rooms.
The sitting room is crowded, more crowded than Aiden was expecting, with Livi and Dragonfly curled up in the chair by the window and the whole pride of Mantikittens surrounding Aren on the sofa. Mouse is pacing, muttering to herself, but no one tries to stop her.
It’s overwhelming, especially when all their eyes turn on him as he enters with Lambert and an entourage of Cats.
But then they smell relieved, that scent overwhelming the worry that feels palpable in the room.
“Milena and Triss are with him,” Livi says, offering a wobbly smile. “Triss says he’ll be fine in a few days.”
Aiden nods, still feeling like he’s in a waking nightmare, as Lambert pushes him towards the door to the bedroom.
The smell of blood is unmistakable, his sweet pup’s blood, but smothered by healing salves and the faint scent of Kitten’s tears.
She looks up as the door opens, moving aside as Aiden breaks free from Lambert to stumble to the bed.
“You’re all right,” Sasha breathes, and there’s more of that relief scent, wrapped up in the honey of his love for Aiden.
“You're not,” Aiden chokes out, the bandages around Sasha’s torso barely darker than his pale skin.
“I will be,” Sasha says, firmly, and he isn’t lying. 
“He will,” Merigold agrees, and she isn’t lying either. “You can lie on his right side if you like - you should rest.”
“Why are you being kind to me?” Aiden suddenly blurts out. “I lost my fucking mind - I could’ve killed someone!”
“Aiden,” Kitten says, softly, “it killed me to see Sasha hurting so badly. I can only imagine how much worse it was for you. Nobody blames you.”
“But they fucking should!” he says vehemently.
“Can we fight about this in the morning?” Sasha says plaintively, stifling a yawn. “I want you to hold me now.”
And he cannot deny his sweet pup anything, especially not when he’s lying there looking so fragile, when Aiden wants nothing more than to inhale his living, breathing scent.
“The potions for pain are on the cabinet,” Merigold says, as she goes to take her leave.
“Milena and I will be right outside the door,” Lambert says. “If you need anything.”
But Aiden is already crawling over the bed, light as only a Cat can be, before curling himself around Sasha’s uninjured right side.
He smells relaxed, free from pain - and not because someone forced everything out of his head in desperation.
“Forgive me?” he begs. “For the Axii.”
“Nothing to forgive, beloved,” Sasha says, and closes his eyes, sighing in contentment as he does most every night.
He isn’t afraid, Aiden thinks wonderingly. He still loves him and he isn’t afraid.
And maybe Aiden doesn’t deserve this trust, this love, but he won’t give up something so precious without a fight.
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solcorvidae · 4 months
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Modern Witcher AU: My Headcanons (part 4)
Jaskier’s full legal name is Julian Alfred Pankratz. His parents have called him Jaskier since he was a baby and it stuck. He is their little buttercup to this day. Jaskier will not respond to ‘Julian’ unless it is painfully obvious it’s him who’s being spoken to. Jaskier has never truly been ‘Julian’ but for whatever reason his parents never got his name legally changed. He has lived his whole life as Jaskier despite his paperwork, ID, passport, and medications all having PANKRATZ, Julian Alfred written on them. He will probably never do it himself either, leaving him stuck with a legal name he has never gone by.
Jaskier sizes down his base layer clothes to be slim-fitting and Geralt sizes up. They very easy could share most clothes (both ways) with no issue if they both wore clothes that actually fit how they are supposed to. However, since they don't, they run the risk of having Jaskier's T-shirts becoming stretched out.
Jaskier sticks to stealing Geralt's clothes. Geralt lets him.
Cats loathe Aiden. (Yes, he will be appearing at some point.)
Eskel’s voice carries through walls even when he is speaking quietly. It can be felt more than heard because it emanates so strongly from his chest.
Jaskier can do a scarily accurate impression of Geralt and can easily fool people over the CB radio.
Jaskier was a loud kid. Like the type of kid that will go up to a stranger, basically yell “DO YOU LIKE MY SHOES?” and then start aggressively stomping around in his light-up sketchers.
Jaskier’s family was initially unsure of Geralt when they first met. It only took twenty minutes for his mom and dad to decide they adored him. They think that he is the most polite young man and a pleasure to be around. They spend hours talking (having a friendly and enthusiastic interrogation) with him, asking Geralt a billion questions about himself and his relationship with their son… how they met, what they’ve been up to, where Geralt is from, etc. Geralt is overwhelmed but feels welcomed by the end of the night, no longer feeling the judgement boring into the back of his skull like he did when he’d first arrived.
Jaskier’s mom has plenty of embarrassing scrapbook photos of him throughout his life. Geralt half-jokingly asks to see them and she shows him every single one. Jaskier groans and hides behind his hands the whole time but finds the scene in front of him endearing… so he tolerates it.
Eskel makes tea for people. People he loves, people he’s comforting, his friends, his family, his lover, strangers, people who he’s just meeting for the first time… there’s tea for every occasion.
While Geralt’s creative outlet is painting, Eskel crochets. He makes his friends and family warm clothes to bundle up in during the winter months. He sews a custom made tag into each of his pieces. The tag reads: ‘Handmade with Love by Eskel Bellegarde’
Vesemir has three giant boxes of all the boys’ school work, projects, and art work. He vows to never get rid of any of it.
Vesemir drinks his morning coffee from a mug that is practically illegible at this point but had once upon a time said “World’s Best Dad!” across the front.
Geralt knows how to ride a motorcycle... he just doesn’t have one anymore. He bought a used one for a wicked deal in highschool but sold it for his old pickup when he realized how impractical it was only a few years later. He will probably let his license expire because he can’t be arsed to retake the test.
Geralt walks on his toes. His heels hardly ever touch the ground unless he is wearing supportive shoes. He walks near-silently when donning bare-feet or socks. However, he walks heel-to-toe when he wears his boots. He has custom insoles to prevent knee pain and the shoes really do help his aches and pains... but he can be heard for miles--especially when wearing his favourite cowboy boots. Think: a set of heels on an office building floor.
Lambert gets sympathy pains and feels ill when his loved ones are in pain or sick. This, along with the guilt he feels causes him to isolate and distance himself from them when he is not needed/wanted in the room. He is still very present and loving when he is around (even more than he usually is) but he feels tremendous guilt that leads him to spend far more time in his room/at a friends house than usual.
[Modern AU Headcanon Masterpost]
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sillylilfang · 2 years
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Aiden :)
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Best and Worst Days of the Kaer Morons
Part 6: Jaskier
Worst:
The mountain incident
1st time he found Geralt unconscious and bleeding after a contract and thought he was dead
The fire fucker incident
Seeing Geralt fuck Yennifer for the first time
The day he lost a bet to Valdo Marx
Best:
Got his 1st lute
His and Geralt’s wedding day
The day he left Lettenhove for Oxenfurt
1st time Geralt kissed him
The day he realized he had become famous
@0dde11eth
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gorefemmeart · 9 months
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it takes him so long to be normal about lil smooches
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ilikebigants · 1 year
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Witcher/Jaskier Fic Ideas I've not written yet but think should be unleashed to the public
Aiden tells Jaskier the secret to finding the Cat Caravan. He uses that knowledge to fuck with the Witchers
Cats are taught sign language to communicate sneakily- 2 Witchers have a screaming match through only sign to the amusement and confusion of everyone around them
Jaskier hires Witchers for the oddest jobs you can imagine. Shenanigans ensue.
Jaskier talks about wanting to fuck Witchers around Witchers for the sake of amusing them and seeing their reaction
Jaskier pays the Cats to help with the Sandpiper business. It's all good till the Wolves overhear Jaskier telling a Witcher to "take out the elves"
Jaskier writes a series of books called "How to train your Witcher" and it's actually good advice
Jaskier offers to share his inn room with a random Witcher. He either doesn't know or doesn't care that said Witcher DOES NOT trust him in the slightest
Jaskier keeps accidentally bumping into the Caravan on his solo travels. It's awkward every. Single. Time.
Jaskier isn't short on money or time: whenever he hears a Witcher is near he bursts into their rooms or camps- throws money and supplies at them and runs away
Jaskier starts name dropping Witchers in his songs, which is both hilarious and infuriating for said Witchers
Jaskier finds (steals) a dead Witchers medallion from a royal and goes on a wild goose chase to find a Crane still alive so he can give back the medallion to the right school, unaware that they've gone extinct
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loosketches · 6 months
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Had to try my hand at drawing Aiden. I managed to made him a pretty extensive lore during my TTRPG games. The fact that he managed to make a friend out of Lambert always got me curious, so when I created his personality I focused on things that would match Lambert's own personality.
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headcanonthings · 11 months
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Aiden: I don't think Vesemir approves of me.
Lambert: Don't worry about it. He doesn't approve of me either.
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elmonstro · 10 months
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Reference
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greenapplespider · 1 month
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Some sketches of Lambert and Aiden from a little comic I might actually finish for once
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divine-tumor · 4 months
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Question to those of you who like Aiden from the Witcher, anyone have recommendations for how his voice sounds? I don’t really have a specific voice but I’d like to know others thoughts and opinions. When you read fan fiction is there a way he sounds in sounds in your head? A way his words flow? An accent he has? An actors whose voice you replace as his?
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