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sillylilfang · 1 year
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just some fun quotes of the cats and the cat-in-law
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thethumpergod · 1 month
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Aiden and Lambert! They act like love-struck idiots around each other but never say anything about their feelings~
(what version of Aiden do you like more Netflix or game Aiden?)
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spilledbutter · 1 year
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so you guys ready for s3 in july or what
i'm expecting a lot of very important plot developments, given everything we know so far:
jaskier wears eyeliner in every scene. no exceptions
bisexuality is canon. go buckwild, no exceptions to this either
gordon is upgraded from "guest star" to "main cast" (king)
new roach is upgraded from "guest star" to "main cast" (queen)
eskel didn't actually die, it was a doppler. yeehaw
something something cat witchers something lambden
evil!jaskier for real (come on, just one episode)(as a treat!)
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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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0dde11eth · 11 months
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Lambert: *buys Aiden a drink*
Aiden: *slowly pushes it off the table*
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Cat witcher jaskier but it's just jaskier as a bard who wants to retire from witchering after many fucking years (seriously, he's older than geralt).
A fellow cat who knows about his retirement: How can you just....forget how to hold a fucking sword????
Jaskier, strumming chord on his lute: I have no idea what you mean.
Geralt, whispering but with feels: wtf is happening, wtf is happening wtf is happening...
While clutching his sword really hard
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shy-urban-hobbit · 7 months
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What if Dyn Marv routinely 'abandons' kids in the middle of the woods for a couple of days when they first arrive to dissuade them from trying to run away (they've got better things to do than keep chasing them down and bringing them back afterall), because yes, being here sucks. But being out there completely alone with all the unknown beasties and bandits is way scarier.
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Cat Witchers as Cats:
Gezras:
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Guxart:
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Dragonfly:
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Brehen:
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Aiden:
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Kiyan:
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Gaetan:
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Bonus: Guxart whenever Vesemir comes over:
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tanukitheater · 5 months
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Woah! It’s time for The Witcher TTRPG adventure! Premiering tonight on YouTube and Twitch!
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pherryt · 8 months
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Matter of Convenience
Witchersexual!Jaskier, Incubus!Jaskier Rated: E Pairings: Jaskier/Everyone, Eskel/Geralt, Vesemir/Guxart, Coen/Lambert, Lambert/Aiden, Cedric/Axel, and various permutations between of nearly everyone Finished Wordcount: 78342
Summary: When a Witcher finds Jaskier trying to feed behind the tavern, he thought it was over, finally. His secret was out. But the Witcher surprises him and proposes something completely different, bringing him home to Kaer Morhen instead. Turns out, some of the Witcher mutations leave them in a tight spot of their own. Vesemir proposes to help Jaskier learn about himself so he won’t become a danger to others if he helps them through the winter season. It really works out better than planned.
It's finished posting so I thought I'd put up a fresh, clean post. Plus! I made a Banner! :D
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sillylilfang · 1 year
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more Aiden :)
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thethumpergod · 4 months
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Quick sketches of Aiden the Cat witcher! I'm not much of an artist so I did my best. Also if you notice when he blushes his pupils expand like a cat. 🐈
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schoolofthepussy · 2 years
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Vesemir: How many kids do you have?
Guxart: Physically, emotionally, or legally?
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0dde11eth · 2 years
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Aiden has an obsession with boxes, and cupboards which makes his time in kaer morhen turn into a winter long game of hide and seek.
He likes to nap. The wolves and their noisy bard tend to disturb that. So he has to come up with increasingly creative sleeping spots.
Lambert is very stressed
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Papa vesimir has BANNED aiden from sleeping in cupboards in the kitchen after several instances of Aiden scaring the crap out of him when he was trying to cook.
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thisstupidrock · 1 year
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01 WIP Wednesday
Aiden and Lambert
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shy-urban-hobbit · 7 months
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Aiden sighed as he settled back in the grass, basking in the midday sun whilst his horse grazed nearby. After almost a week of camping, he was pretty sure he only had a day, two at most before the Dyn Marv Caravan passed close enough for him to join the clowder for the winter. It was a trick all Cat’s picked up after a couple of years on the path and missed opportunities to go home because you were restless. Pick a stretch of road and hunker down until you hear the calls. They still liked to remind Schrödinger of the year he missed them because he got distracted by a pretty shepherdess and was helping her ‘tend her flock’, as it were.
He smiled to himself as he closed his eyes and started idly listing off the various birds he could hear. Something he’d always found calming. Wood pigeon; obviously. A blue jay, a couple of crows making a din about something further into the trees, a linnet.
He tensed when his sensitive ears picked up a distinctly human call. Somebody somewhere in the woods was singing. Aiden relaxed when it didn’t sound like they were getting any closer (further away if anything) before frowning. He couldn’t make out the words but from tone of voice alone it was apparent his mystery serenader was pissed. He winced in sympathy for whoever or whatever had earned such ire. His musings were interrupted by the sharp crack of wood breaking, followed by the singing rapidly turning into a shriek. He whistled 'stay' at his horse, hoping the flick of an ear was acknowledgment and not a fly before leaping to his feet and grabbing his swords before sprinting in the direction the noise had come from.
The groans of pain and multiple (very creative) curses were both a blessing and a curse. It was providing him with pretty clear directions but who knew what else they’d attract. It wasn’t long before he found their source though. A pit trap, the branches and bracken laid over the top destroyed. He made sure to make his footfalls louder as he approached.
“Hello, is somebody there? Oh Gods, if there is, please be an actual person and not some sort of liche or something.” The voice only sounded slightly shaky, which could just as easily be down to the scent of pain as well as that of fear.
“No Liche around these woods. None I’ve seen anyway.” Aiden said as he peered over the edge. It was deep, and the earthen sides were totally smooth, with not even a decent sized tree root visible, whoever had dug this wasn’t taking any chances.
A young man sat on the pit floor, blinking up at him with wide, blue eyes. A light pack on his back and a lute laying next to him, his hands grasping his left ankle. His gaze fixed on Aiden’s swords from where they peeked over his shoulder, “Wait. Armour, two swords…Witcher?”
Aiden nodded, mentally preparing himself for having to convince him to accept help from him.
“Oh, thank fuck.” The man’s shoulders sagged as he gave a relieved sounding laugh, “For a minute there I thought I was in trouble. Jaskier the Bard.” He inclined his head and Aiden got the impression it would be a full bow if he were standing, “Be a dear and help me out?” Aiden blinked down at him. Shit, he was definitely concussed.
After Jaskier had assured him that no, he hadn’t hit his head, but he had buggered up his ankle somewhat, they came up with a system. Jaskier passed his lute and pack up to Aiden, the Witcher feeling guilt spring up at the flash of pure hurt in the human’s eyes when he half-jokingly asked “’How do you know I won’t just leave you there?” He held his tongue as he hung as far over the edge as he dared and offered Jaskier his hand so he could haul himself out with Aiden’s help. He looked anywhere but at Aiden as he sat and tried to wipe the dust and mud off his bright red doublet. He immediately reminded the Witcher of a cardinal bird.
Aiden cleared his throat awkwardly, “Your ankle, think you can walk on it? I can help you back to your camp or horse if not.”
Jaskier shook his head, “Don’t have either I’m afraid. I’ve been travelling incredibly light as of late, I don’t know if you’ve tried it, but it’s been surprisingly freeing not being weighed down by useless stuff, you know.”
“I wouldn’t exactly call a bedroll useless.”
Jaskier waved a hand, “Debatable. I-fuck!” Aiden caught him by the arm as his ankle immediately buckled underneath him when he tried to stand, “No, walking’s not happening. Sorry.”
“Nothing to apologise for. Lean on me.”
“Where are you taking me?”
Good fucking question, actually.
Aiden really didn’t have time for this. He couldn’t leave a defenceless human hobbling around on an injured leg, but he couldn’t exactly risk an outsider encountering the Caravan either. There was a reason they stayed off the main roads after all. He tried to sketch a basic map in his head: This should be just about manageable.
“My camp. We’ll use my horse to get you to the nearest town and you can make your own way from there yeah? Unless you know of anywhere else nearby, where were you heading?” The nearest town was about a days ride away, if he rode through the night after dropping Jaskier off he should hopefully be back in time to catch the Caravan.
“I…no,” and there was that hurt again, “I have nowhere to be and nowhere to go. Such is the life of travelling Bard.”
“Easy, Sparrow.” Aiden cooed as he helped Jaskier up on the saddle, the Bard holding his lute in his lap and muttering something about how it must be some unspoken Witcher tradition to name your horse after another animal.
“Know many Witchers then?” Aiden asked
“Just the one, we travelled together on and off for a time, he’s a Wolf.” Aiden felt ice go down his spine. Fuck. A certain, tolerable raven head being the exception, if he was going to end up with some possessive fleabag accusing him of kidnapping, Aiden was cutting ties now.
“Where are they now?” Aiden tried to keep his tone light. If Lambert had lost another brother, he wouldn't know until he made it back to his own home for the winter and the thought that Aiden would know before the poor sods family momentarily settled heavily in his chest.
“I don’t actually know. We had a bit of a disagreement a while back. Which school are you by the way, if you don’t mind me asking?”
Aiden fished the snarling cat head from out of his tunic, which was met with raised eyebrows and an “…Ah.”
“Still happy with our plan?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Jaskier sounded genuinely confused.
“I can guess what your Wolf told you about my lot. If you’d rather take your chances, I can leave you with some basic supplies.”
“Dear, if I paid attention to every single thing I got told about Witchers, my life would have taken a very different direction. You’ve given me no reason not to trust you so far. So, hop up and let’s go.”
“Self-preservation isn’t a phrase you know very well, is it?”
“We’ve a passing acquaintance at best. Speaking of, may I know the name of my rescuer and escort? Unless you don’t mind me calling you Dear for the entire trip.”
“I’m Aiden.”
Read the rest on my A03!
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