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finleycannotdraw · 1 year
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interdimensional geraskier convention?????
from left to right: hexer geraskier, book gerlion, netflix geraskier, and game gerlion
colored about half of it on a discord call and the other half trying to ignore my family who had just arrived
closeups under the cut!
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retroillustrates · 8 months
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Two wolves and a witch
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mayasooong · 1 year
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Third and final part of the short comic! Ciri being mischevious as always and Dandelion be Dandelion-ing.
Did you think Dandelion was right with his musing? Because I wonder that to myself 😂
If you want more of these short comics, you can support me by tipping me any amount on Ko-fi <3
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glitteringpoet1685 · 24 days
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Book geralt after finding out that a lot of Witcher adaptations leave out his headband:
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st-dionysus · 9 months
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sorry if I'm misreading something here, did you indicate that witchers *like trans men* are valued for their masculine prowess at combat? because I bust some ass trying to get the fellas to come to the gym or the gun range or to the self defense club with me and it's almost fruitless. if your experience is different I'd love to know your secret lol
Eh. It's more like trans men are expected by cis women and in lesbian or otherwise queerfem spaces to be The Protector. We're supposed to be nonthreatening men until a Woman Or Femme is in need of rescuing - then we're supposed to be super macho and self-sacraficing and use our "male power/privilege" to step in and be the one who takes the literal physical hits. We have to be the chivalrous butch, the man who won't let anyone hurt you but will leave the second danger is gone and go back to standing against the wall and being silent.
And then you have other nations where trans men are in the draft, now that we're men -- we can be used as a weapon and a shield and another expendable asset, but we reap none of the frail benefits of the patriarchy that are allegedly granted because of the dangers that men are required to face.
The witchers are a group of men expected to put their lives on the line, to defend "The Weak" then get told to leave because they're weird, mutilated, scary, and inhuman. It feels a little close to home. Especially after having been a bouncer at a lesbian bar.
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daxwormzz · 2 years
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WOE! MODERN WITCHER BITCHES BE UPON YE!
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ilmarisart · 1 year
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mirielsart · 1 year
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Book!Geralt, for... reasons.
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ghostlylicious · 8 months
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geralt is so talkative in the books i mean its mostly just him telling lore and spilling facts but yk
he's. such. a good. listener. too. how is he so good at having conversations actually hhhhh we could all learn social skills frm geralt ironically
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Geralt loves sleeping with Dandelion. Dandelion is a cuddler so Geralt gets a lot of cuddles.Besides Geralt's nightmares disappear when Dandelion is next to him. But Geralt has a list of things he doesn't like about sleeping with Dandelion anyway
1. Chatting in the middle of the night
D: Geralt. G-e-r-a-l-t *poke poke*
G: Mmm
D: What if I were a cactus? I'd live in a desert then. And there would be no one. No music,no art,no wine. And I'd never meet you, Geralt...
G*sigh*: I would find you, put you into a flowerpot and travel with you
D: ohhh Geralt! 😍😍😍😘😘😘 you're so sweet
G: yes yes. Now please go back to sleep
2. Dandelion puts his legs on Geralt or tries to kick Geralt out of bed
D: why are you in your bedroll, Geralt?
G: you kicked me out of bed.
D: but why didn't you wake me up and tell me that I took up the whole bed?
G:.....you were sleeping... I didn't want to bother you...
D: that's cute,but wake me next time
3. cold toes
G: put your cold toes away! I'm freezing!
D: don't be silly. You're not freezing, but I do. And as my best friend you must help me get warmer
G: why don't you wear socks?
D: I hate sleeping in socks and I know you won't let me freeze to death
G: *sigh * of course not,flower.
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𝘼 𝙋𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙁𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙.
~ Featured Mods: Dandelion outfit and hair by @witcherscreenshotsdump, Geralt shirt by @kromanjoma ✨ Other Mods here: TW2 Dandelion, Gwynbleidd Face Rextexture, DLC hair for Geralt
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jay-arts-t · 1 year
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Fatherhood
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retroillustrates · 1 year
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The dragon prince, the witch and the witcher
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crow-durant · 8 months
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Must. Share. Wip. Cannot -urk- Resist.
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Yeah but anyways, there’s gonna’ be multiple things in this canvas❤️
most of which will likely be colored, but honestly I feel like I'm already stepping out of (adhd) line saying that. I know damn well it’s not guaranteed.
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spinchboli · 2 years
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New hyperfixation just dropped
Over the garden wall
Will draw them individually digitally eventually but for now here's a basic sketch of my hansa lineup
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transholmes · 2 years
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Disharmonious Heart
Summary: A run-in with Dandelion's mother has a fallout.
Book canon Gerlion, trans!Dandelion. CW: Transphobia and misgendering.
Can also be read on AO3.
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Geralt winds his way through the crowd on Tretogore’s biggest marked square, scouting for Dandelion as he goes. Trust the poet to set up their rendezvous spot in the busiest place in town.   
He walks past booths and stalls, filled with every imaginable ware and a few unimaginable ones with no sign of Dandelion. Only when he’s near to giving up and has resolved to find a place to get a cool drink and escape the heat of the summer afternoon does he spot the bard’s mop of blond curls and the back of his bright blue doublet in a sudden parting in the throng.  
Oddly Dandelion is standing between an empty stall and the wall of a building and as Geralt gets closer, he can see that he’s arguing with a woman who is dressed in a noble's attire. She has long, blonde hair and a haughty mien. Though Geralt can only see Dandelion’s back every line of his body screams fury and indignation.  
Who is this woman who can inspire such anger in his friend?  
Then he is near enough to discern their words.  
“Enough of you galivanting around the Continent, dressed in entirely inappropriate attire for a young lady,” the noble lady says.  
“Inappropriate? Darling mother,” Dandelion spits. “I know you’re buried in the countryside but I’ll have you know this is the latest fashion here in the capital.”  
Mother?  
He’s never considered what Dandelion’s family is like or that he has one, though logically Geralt knows he must have. The poet has always seemed an entity onto himself, as solitary as he is bright.  
“I don’t care about how fashionable it is. No proper lady would show off her legs in this way, you look like a whore.”  
“Well as that is what you and father think I am, I don’t see why I shouldn’t dress like one.”  
The noble lady rears back, an outraged blush spreading down her neck.  
“No daughter of mine-”  
“Seeing as you don’t have a daughter, that’s hardly a problem,” Dandelion sneers.  
“Not this nonsense again Amelia, claiming that you’re not a girl. You’re getting far too old for this and we have indulged you for too long. Entirely your father’s fault in my opinion. You will return home with me and assume your duties as befits the daughter of a count.”  
The way Dandelion recoils Geralt finds it a small wonder he isn't hissing in indignation. Perhaps he had better step in before things escalate further. Dandelion isn't normally given to violence but for once he looks a heartbeat away from snapping.  
Geralt loudly clears his throat making both of them start, Dandelion spinning on his heel to face him.  
“There you are, I've been looking all over for you,” Geralt says to him.  
Dandelion gives him a very strained smile.  
“Here I am indeed. Let's go.” He grabs Geralt's elbow and drags him along.   
“So long mother dearest. Places to be. Decent people to see,” he calls back over his shoulder.  
“Amelia! Will you come back here! Do not dare-"  
The noblewoman's loud voice is slowly drowned out by the noise of the crowd.  
They are several streets along before Dandelion lets go of him, though the bard does not slow down his rushed pace.  
“Was that-" Geralt begins to ask, but Dandelion interrupts him with an uncharacteristic snarl.  
“Do not speak to me right now, I beg you. Though, yes it was. I know we had planned on staying here for a few days but with-" He breaks off and gestures back towards the marketplace. “I find Tretogore unwelcoming. You can stay if you wish but I think I will move on to greener pastures.”  
“If you get the horses I can pack. We can be gone in an hour,” Geralt replies.  
Dandelion nods and offers a smile that doesn't reach his eyes.  
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It does indeed take an hour before he and Geralt are riding out the southern gate of Tretogore. Pegasus is trotting along as placidly as ever, ignoring the sour mood of its rider. Geralt thankfully has taken Dandelion's warning about not speaking to him to heart and remains blissfully silent on top of Roach.  
The sun is sinking slowly towards the horizon as the walls of the Redanian capital disappear from view and Dandelion breathes a little easier, though his mood does not lighten. He does not seem to be able to push aside the self-recrimination of letting his mother corner him like that, nor the frustration mixed into despair and yearning he always feels when he has to interact with his parents.  
By the time they make camp his mood has not changed one iota and after their meal of cold ham, bread, honey, and apples, all eaten in silence, he settles down with his lute, hoping to find solace in his music. But tonight there is no comfort for him among the notes, he finds only dissonance and discordant tunes.  
With a frustrated sigh, he surrenders to the inevitable, gives up the futile endeavor, and replaces his lute inside its case. With another heavy sigh, he sits back down and stares into the fire. Dusk has become proper night and the moon has not yet risen; the leaping flames are the only light in the murk.  
“Do you want to talk?” Geralt asks him.  
“What is there to say? Every time my mother and I cross paths she insists on forcing me to “see the errors of my ways and come back home”. Every time I refuse her. Nothing will ever change either, any more than objects will start falling upwards. It isn’t even about the line of inheritance. Gods I've got enough siblings and cousins that the line is very secure. Not to mention every possible marital alliance covered. Yet she insists.”  
“Why?”  
“A good question. I think she can’t handle that I’m not who she thinks I am. That she can’t let go of who she believes me to be and see who is there.”  
“What about your father?”  
“He pretends I don’t exist. Which may not seem like much of an improvement but at least he leaves me in peace.”  
He sighs, looking up at the night sky, and tears suddenly gather in his eyes. He bites the inside of his cheek. He’s not going to cry, not over this.  
There’s a soft rustle as Geralt moves and then he’s sitting next to him, pulling Dandelion into a tight embrace.  
“I just wish, that things were different. That they could accept who I am,” Dandelion says, his voice muffled against Geralt’s chest. “I know it is pointless, that they won’t ever change. But I can’t help it.”  
“I know,” Geralt replies. “We all want the approval of the people who matter to us. But sometimes, sometimes that isn’t possible.”  
Dandelion pulls out of Geralt’s grip, straightens up, and clears his throat.  
“Yes, I know. It is just a foolish impulse,” he says haughtily.  
Geralt cups his cheek.  
“Nothing foolish about it, however in vain it might be. And you’ve found those who do accept you.”  
You’ve found me.  
Geralt doesn’t say it, but Dandelion still hears the unspoken words and he smiles, a little bit sad. He leans in against Geralt again, resting his head against his shoulder.  
“Sit with me here for a little bit?”  
“Of course,” Geralt replies, pulling him close.  
After that, there is only the sound of nighttime wildlife and the rustle of leaves in the wind as the fire burns low and dies out, neither of them saying anything more. 
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