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murfpersonalblog · 6 months

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Power Types in Fandoms

I was up in the middle of the night arguing with my ceiling about fictional characters, Death Battle style, and decided to make a ❗rudimentary❗ list, from weakest to strongest Power Types. Because it's a gradient, each progressively higher power type can (and often does) contain the abilities of lower types.

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⚔ Standard Fighters

OP warriors with maxed out skills, but main character plot armor saves them from outrageous situations

Conan the Barbarian, Tuxedo Mask (Sailor Moon), Link (Zelda), Yujiro Hanma (Baki), Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Robin Hood, Odysseus (Greek mythology), Xena Warrior Princess, etc

🤖 Tech/Mech Warriors

Fight with technology; but caught slipping butt naked with ZERO gear (wifi signal, power generator, fancy gadgets/weapons, power suits, etc) and they don't stand a chance without hax/plot armor

Low Level tech (borderline realistic/futuristic gear)

Ratchet & Clank, Doom Guy (Doom), Master Chief (Halo), Batman, Power Rangers, etc

High Level tech (science & magic blur)

Gundam, Xenosaga, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Iron Man, Guts (Berserk), Sailor Moon, Perseus (Greek mythology), etc

💉 Roid Rage

Ate/drank something, or got bit/injected/dunked/exposed to something out in nature or in a lab--scientific, biological, or magical-- that permanently altered their bodies, genes, & abilities. Often "immortal/indestructible," depending on the universe.

Scientific (Lab Accidents/Hijinks/Procedures)

Frankenstein*, The Powerpuff Girls, S.H.I.E.L.D. (Black Widow, Hawkeye, etc), Captain America, The Hulk, The Flash, Harley Quinn (& The Joker, kinda), Dr Manhattan (Watchmen), Dr Robotnik (Sonic), TMNT, etc

Biological (technically Scientific, sure)

Spider Man, Morbius, Poison Ivy, Witchers (Geralt of Rivia), etc

Magical/Supernatural (technically Biological?)

Black Panther, Luffy (One Piece), Aquaman*, Achilles (Greek mythology), Danny Phantom, Werewolves*, Titans (Attack on Titan), Homunculi (Wrath & Greed, Full Metal Alchemist), Sephiroth (Final Fantasy)

🤺 Androids/Cyborgs

Deliberately created part man, part tech/mech. Can be/look more or less "human," or barely at all. (More or less "immortal/indestructible," depending.). "Science" & magic blur.

Androids (Dragonball), Wolverine, Dororo, Sekiro, Robocop, Bionic Woman, The Terminator, Frankenstein*, Homunculus (FMA), The Borg (Star Trek), Darth Vader, etc

🤰Mutations

Born to regular human parents, but with unexpected supernatural abilities and/or appearance. These abilities are random AF and their power can fluctuate wildly depending on the character/universe.

Mutants (X-Men), Killer Croc (Batman), Namor (Black Panther), Aquaman*, etc

🧜‍♂️ Hybrids

Born to at least one (1) human parent, but with unexpected supernatural abilities and/or appearance. The non-human parent can make their abilities fluctuate wildly, depending on the character/universe.

Animal/Creature Hybrid

Centaurs, Minotaurs, etc (Greek mythology), werewolves*, etc

Magical Race Hybrid (Low Level--dwarves, elves, sorcerers, etc)

Luke Skywalker, etc

Magical Race Hybrid (High Level--undead, spirits, gods/demons, aliens, etc)

- 1/2 vampire Dhampirs: Blade, Alucard (Castlevania, Helsing), etc

- 1/2 demon Cambions, yokai, etc: Abe no Seimei, Merlin, Inuyasha, etc

- 1/2 god Demigods: Hercules (Greek mythology), Gilgamesh (Mesopotamian mythology), Sailor Pluto (Sailor Moon), Kratos & Atreus (God of War), etc

🔮 Magicians

(Human) magic users who can either manipulate the senses, control spirits and/or the elements, bend/break the laws of nature (gravity, matter, shapeshifting, physics, space, time, etc), or all of the above. Includes: magicians, mages/sages, witches, wizards, sorcerers, mediums, psychics, hypnotists, exorcists, ghost hunters, etc. (Depending on the universe, these terms might be used interchangeably, or only for specific types of abilities.)

Manipulate the senses

Hypnotists -- (Naruto (low level ninjas))

Control/commune with spirits/demons (and/or the elements)

Exorcists, mediums, psychics, witches, etc -- (John Constantine, Van Helsing, Talamasca & Mayfairs (Anne Rice), etc)

Control the elements & bend/break the laws of nature

Dovahkin (Skyrim), Benders (TLAB), Alchemists (FMA), etc

All of the Above

Harry Potter (witches/wizards), The Avatar (TLAB), Jedi (Star Wars), Naruto (high level ninjas), Onmyoji (Shintoism), Cultivators (xianxia), etc

👽 Extraterrestrials

Transcendent beings not of this world/planet, terrestrial plane, or dimension. Are not subject to Earthly laws of nature (gravity, matter, shapeshifting, physics, space, time, etc)--e.g.: many alien races are physically much stronger than humans because their planet's gravity is heavier, etc. Depending on the type of world, being, character, or universe, their abilities can fluctuate wildly.

Aliens

The Doctor(s) (Doctor Who)

Vulcans, Romulans, Klingons, oh my~! (Star Trek)

Saiyans (Dragonball)

Kryptonians (Superman, Zod, etc)

Spirits/Undead

Undead: Zombies, Ghosts, Vampires, etc

Fae:* fairies, elves, goblins (Labyrinth), giants, kitsune, etc (depends on the lore)

Angels/Demons

Fae* (depends on the lore/mythos/religion)

Demons/Yokai, etc: Hellboy, Darkness (Legend), Sesshomaru (Inuyasha), etc

Djinn/Genies* (depends on the lore)

Shinigami: (Bleach, Black Butler, Death Note, Yu Yu Hakusho, etc)

Angels: (Constantine, Good Omens, Maiar (LOTR), etc)

Gods

Q (Star Trek), Chthulu (Lovecraft), Majin Buu (Dragonball)

Dragons (depends on the lore/mythos/religion)

Fae* (depends on the lore/mythos/religion)

Sun Wukong (Journey to the West)

Zeus (Greek mythology), Amaterasu & Susa No O & Izanagi & Izanami etc (Japanese mythology), Odin & Thor & Loki (Marvel/Norse mythology), etc

👽🔮🧜‍♂️🤰🤺💉🤖⚔

Again, this is just a rudimentary list of characters/fandoms off the top of my head; and I'm sleep deprived. I likely forgot a lot of powerups, retcons, AUs, and more--oops.

#fandoms #video games #marvel comics #dc comics #anime #mythology #superheroes

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roughentumble · 2 years

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still thinking about dhampir geralt. all he's ever known is being an emissary, he was literally born for it, beyond ideas about destiny or whatever it's like the actual text of his birth. and it really fucks up his sense of self worth, because this is all he's ever known, all he was ever meant for, and if he dies doing his job then that's what was always supposed to happen. his blood is like acid to vampires, so if he needs to bleed for a hunt, he will bleed

#i love him your honor #i dont know if the acid thing is real actual lore but i read it once and went oooo i like it #its like when witchers take black blood!! it works so well #witcher tag #ogc tag

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luxhalf · 2 years

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[ . . . ] it’s been her spot as of late, sitting pretty ‘pon the witcher’s lap like some kind of trophy, a prize meant for the grace of geralt’s touch &. his touch alone. dhampir sneers to herself. there’s a flutter of ivory lash as arms come to drape ‘round his neck, lips curling up into a grin, legs straddling his hips with only the slightest rock of her hips into him. “ we’ve had a long day, you know. ” alma whispers into his ear, lips grazing o’er jawline. “ wanna unwind ? ”

@fatedriven’s geralt, unprompted knife.

#writing.#gnaws on ur ankles GRRRRRR #I WARNED U #fatedriven

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 3 years

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The Faun

- Geralt of Rivia x (f)reader

Side note- Reader is part of my Of Monsters And Men series (she’s a dhampir and a longtime lover of Geralt so this takes place a couple years after Blavikin)

Summary: On the hunt for a cure to Roach’s peculiar new deformity by an unfriendly bog witch, you and Geralt take a rest one rainy night in a bustling tavern.

Warning: fluff, smut, Geralt being seggsy

Crouching behind some thick greenery, you keep as silent as a mouse. Your breaths are slow and quiet and your foot placement is positioned atop of fluffy moss. You are unseen to all on the opposite side of this bush, just as you’ve intended.

The sunlight shines its beams of cascading light onto the forest floor through the arms of the trees above, you sniff the soft breeze that blows your hair about. The scent of earth and deer flows into your sensitive nostrils while your crimson irises scan the bank of the tiny creek.

The water shimmers in the sunlight great blues and deep greys, no fish swim as the water is too shallow. Alas it is enough for thirsty wildlife to gift themselves with a little drink, even a monster or two.

Your right hand presses into the soft moss while your left rests upon your knee; movement across the creek draws your attention up to the bushes where a little spotted faun cautiously breaks into the open. She raises her tiny snout to the sky and sniffs for danger, satisfied there is none, the faun takes a couple steps forward.

You remain silent, this is the first time in a long while that you have seen a faun in such a peaceful place. It’s adorable, it’s thin and fluffy, spots of white printed down it’s sides and back that helps keep it camouflaged in the woodland so great nasty beasts do not find it.

It’s small hooves press into the grass until it reaches the creek, the faun stops, then looks around before dropping her mouth to the water. She sips the icy cold liquid as you observe her actions from the shadows. So innocent, so small, so helpless.

The world doesn’t deserve this faun. She’s too pure.

But you desperately need a couple of her precious hairs in order to cure Roach of some curse given to her by a pissed off bog witch. Roach now has two pointy horns above her ears and a couple scales scattered about her body. So here you are, hunting down the first faun in sight in order to cure your lovers dear horse, Roach.

The little thing raises her head to look around again, she drops her face to the water and takes another drink. You pull out a small dagger no larger then a quill, the faun is none the wiser to your intentions as you do so. This will be quick and painless, just a couple hairs, nothing more nothing less.

Slowly rising to stand, a sticks snaps from behind you and with that the faun raises its little head before taking off into the woods. You curse under your breath and pick up a rock to throw at the person making all the racket within the thick shrubbery behind you. You make contact.

“Ow what the fuck?” Grumbles your Witcher as he pushes past a branch to meet your annoyed gaze. “Did you just hit me with a rock?”

“Yes. And you just compromised my newest quest. So thanks for that you blundering dipshit.”

He steps to lean against a tree, “Didn’t know you were trying to fix Roach.”

“Well I am and I could have just collected the last of the ingredients until you decided to come stomping into the area. What happened to you telling me you were staying to take a nap?”

He shrugs, “I missed you.” That smirk tells another story.

“Oh you missed me huh?” You shake your head at him, “Sure, now you have to accompany me on my quest to find another faun.”

“Good. I like hunting with you.”

“We’re not hunting Geralt.”

“I like walking in the woods with you.”

You crack a grin before turning around and waving for him to follow, “Yes. And you also like looking at my arse when we travel hence why you keep behind me most times.”

“You’re just the faster traveler.” Reasons Geralt.

“Uh huh.”

“And you protect me from monsters on the road.”

“Aren’t you the Witcher?”

He pushes past some bushes and steps into the opening by the creek where you’re standing, “Are you not half vampire?” Asks your lover as he stops by your side to playfully nudge your shoulder.

You throw him a look, “Maybe I should reconsider asking you to join me.”

Geralt keeps his smile hidden behind that stoic face as he reaches up to move a piece of hair out of your eyes, “Forgive me then. I do not mean to irritate you Y/N.” You swiftly grab his wrist. He raises a brow.

“You didn’t. Now come, we need to find that damn faun.” You plant a kiss upon the back of his hand and leave him there wanting more, he quickly follows your lead into the forest.

“Y/N I believe he went right.”

“And I believe you need your eyes checked.”

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With lack of a faun, rain soaked from head to toe, and dripping like a horny maiden on her wedding night. You stand outside a tavern in the small little town of Lornruk on a stormy evening. You feel no chill due to your vampiric origins, however your wet clothing has become a sort of hindrance on this night, and anyways who likes soggy clothes stuck to your body? No one.

You hate getting rained on, and this cloak isn’t doing much by any means to shield you from the brunt of the downpour. Geralt comes to your side, holding a lantern he hadn’t been carrying before. “Now who’s the sorry soul taken pity on a damp Witcher?”

He snorts, “I stole it.”

“That’s not very chivalrous.” You tease.

“Did I ever claim to be a knight?”

“No, but you did claim to find us a room in that tavern over there.”

Geralt’s golden eyes glance stoically over to the tavern emitting muffled music and drunken yelling, “I don’t recall ever making that claim.”

“You definitely did, I remember it well. You told me, “Y/N my dear beloved I will do this for you so your enchanted bodis will not have to” and then I said that sounds good and now we’re here.”

Your snowy haired lover blinks slowly, amused by your character yet he is loathed to go inside that tavern and initiate a transaction with a barkeeper, that never usually goes well. “Must I?” Mumbles Geralt begrudgingly.

You take a moment to look over his face before crossing your arms and pouting, “Well you don’t have to. But I deserve a good fucking if this goes well. So don’t fret, I shall return to you my dark prince.” And with that do you swagger off towards the tavern, rain pouring down upon your dripping vessel the whole time. Not very sexy in the slightest as your figure is obstructed by the large cloak, however Geralt knows exactly what delights linger underneath the fabric.

Geralt stands there, absolutely entranced by you in every which way, so much so that he doesn’t mind the rain for a second until a crack of lightening hits a tree too close for comfort. Sending him to find some cover near the taverns entrance.

A few minutes later do you open the creaky old door, your beautiful face lighting up the instant your eyes meet. “Ah my love! Get yourself inside, we have a room.” He’s then gifted with a mischievous wink from you. O gods hopefully he can contain himself till then.

Grabbing the lantern from out of his gloved hands, you set it on a hook by the door before taking his hand and pulling all 6”4 of him into the warm tavern. Lively music plays from pipes, fiddles, and drums alike as the musicians perform for the drunken lot. People dance and attempt to sing as a bard leads the song near the hearth, you almost wish Jaskier was here to join in. He would no doubt have this place belting out Toss a coin to your Witcher until you would like to strangle him so he’d shut up.

Not interested in that shit nor craving any kind of food or drink, you look to Geralt, “Fancy a drink?”

He makes a face at the bustling crowd, “I’d rather not.”

“Fair choice my love, here, I have the key to all our hopes and dreams. Let us go find a room.” He nods as you turn to lead him around some tables and past at least three separate women with their tits out getting fondled by a man they happen to be seated on. Good for them.

Ignoring that scene, and smells, you lead Geralt up four steps and down a hallway where you hear a strange mumbled moaning and groaning coming from the door to your right. Geralt hears it too and stops to listen closer, “Y/N?”

You raise a brow and press your ear to the door, sniffing the air until you make a disgusted face before recoiling back into Geralt, “There’s an orgy happening in there!” You whisper yell before taking a step away and giving him a shrug, “Hate to be the poor bastard in charge of cleaning that mess up tomorrow.”

Geralt simply chuckles as you continue on down the hallway, at last finally do you reach a room. Pulling out the key, you turn the lock and open the door. Walking into the room, you’re greeted with relative darkness and lack of a fire. “Shit. No fire.”

Geralt slumps his pack onto the wooden ground, “Any wood?”

He can’t see in the dark nearly as well as you can, so your eyes look to the fireplace, “Enough to dry our clothing. I’ll get it started just take your damp clothes off.”

“Hmm.”

Smirking at his usual vocabulary he saves for when he’s tired and being spoken to by anyone else other then you. Geralt begins peeling away his soaked layers as you head on over to the ashen fireplace to see what you can do.

In no time at all have you conjured up a relatively large fire enough to warm up Geralt and dry off your clothing at the same time. Standing up from your previous kneeling position by the coals, you stand back to admire your work before turning around to see…

“I didn’t know I walked in on a whore house.” You cackle with amusement at the sight of Geralt bare ass naked crouched over his swords as he fishes for something in his ruck sack.

His head immediately snaps up to see you losing your shit, “You told me to take my wet clothes off.” He protests half defensively though a smile begins to tug at the corners of his lips.

Holding your sides as a couple more giggles slip up, you can’t help but let your eyes wander all over him, “Hmm, don’t you just look absolutely delicious.”

He raises a brow, hand no longer moving around in the ruck sack as he halts all movements, “Can I get something before we do this?”

“Do what?”

“Y/N.” Mutters an almost grumpy Witcher at your shenanigans and the current state he’s in.

“Oh right, you promised to sleep with me you old perv.” He simply rolls his eyes at you before mumbling out a gravelly yes.

Letting him be for the moment, you decide to strip of all clothing while setting your wet attire near the fireplace in order to dry it. “I can see your bum.”

Looking over your shoulder, you send Geralt a wink, “Enjoying my assets are we? Thought a weary traveler like yourself could enjoy a show.”

He smiles at your cheekiness, “You know what a man wants after a long day on the road?”

“I know everything.” You slyly answer with, turning around to face him fully now, breasts out and not a care in the world who sees. Geralt strains to keep his eyes from wandering about, you know exactly what you’re doing, as does he.

He doesn’t move as you take another step across the creaky floorboards, “It fascinates me though, can a Witcher last till dawn? Considering, well you know, you are no simple common man after all. And no simple common man has a treasure like that upon his person.” You smirk mischievously with a raised brow, “How lucky the woman to have that lovely beast between her legs.”

His member twitches at your words, you’re his absolute weakness. He leans down to then pick up his wet clothing, “May I set my clothes out to dry first, Y/N? Then I will pleasure you all night long if that is what you wish.”

Your fangs show in the dull firelight as you grin excitedly, “Don’t be too long, Witcher. I’ll be on the bed when you’re ready.”

He shakes his head at your never ending ability to tease him, he loves when you put on a show for him like this and pretend to have never met him before. He’s been by your side for about forty-three years now yet you can still turn him on with just a word and a look. He could never get tired of you if he tried.

Laying provocatively on your side, bedsheets tousled to hide your neither regions intentionally. You lean upon your elbow, other arm placed casually upon your naked hip as he sets out his rain soaked clothing and leather armor on a wooden chair to dry. Satisfied with his work, you watch as Geralt turns to put all his focus onto you, the immodest vixen on the bed.

“How are you so beautiful?”

You give a casual shrug, “Same reason as to how I seduced a fearsome Witcher like yourself. It’s destiny my love.”

He scoffs, “Fuck destiny.”

“Agreed.” In a flash do you have him pinned to the mattress, arms outstretched as your hands hold down his wrists, faces inches apart, “I like this position very much. What are your thoughts?”

“What if I was to take you from behind?”

You wiggle your brows, “An enticing idea indeed. However I cannot promise you I will be able to behave on my knees, it excites the beast inside me too much at times…fair warning.” You purr in his ear.

Geralt pulls his knee up to push your bum, you go unsteady for a second as he chuckles below you, “I like it rough.”

“I bet you do.” He then sends you a telling look at that challenge you’ve just given him, sending a thrill up through your spine when he presses his lips to yours for a heated embrace.

Your lips move messily against one another while your hands slip from his wrists to fall to either side of his face. Breasts pressed flush against his chest as his hands move downward to wrap themselves around your body, calloused fingers trailing your precious skin. It’s a passionate sight of deep intimacy, sloppy wet kisses all over your lips and cheeks. A tangle of hands and arms rubbing up and down skin, along past scars stained in flesh.

Sweat builds with the body heat rising, hair falling around, sticking to foreheads from the sweat. Moans and whispered mutterings of sweet nothings chance the air as the fire crackles with sparks. A cock rubs dangerously close to your soaked entrance whiles hands trail and grip all around your body.

Your womanhood warms with anticipation, slicks up ready for Geralt’s size to fill it to the brim, it knows what luxuries await it. His lips press firm against yours, moving left to kiss your cheek as he whispers, “I’m going to fuck you till dawn.”

You lean your head back to see his pretty eyes, “Then fuck me already, you silly Witcher.” Geralt smiles blissfully before rolling you onto your back, elbows to either side of your face. Cock brushing up against your inner thigh.

“So beautiful just like this, I could stay here forever.” He kisses you, “Yet I know you are impatient.”

“I am, and I want you inside me now.” He lets out a breathy laugh at your annoyed demand, picking himself off of you and onto his knees as he sits up on the bed. Admiring your spread legs and smiling form laying upon the mattress.

“Turn around for me.”

“Ooooh so bossy.” You tease dramatically, closing your legs and rolling onto your stomach, purposely arching your back so that your bum sticks out better. You give a little wiggle. “All yours.”

Geralt’s lips curl with a pleasant smile gracing over his handsome features that goes unseen to you from this positioning. Although soon enough do you feel a hand pressed against your left butt cheek while a pair of lips kiss gently the right one. Your hands grip the blankets as your legs tighten together, goddamn is he driving you insane.

He kisses your bare bum again when you whisper a desperate, “Please.” He pulls away to grip the sides of your hips with both hands.

“Since you asked so nicely.” Quips Geralt in that gravely voice of his as he uses his strength to prop your lower body up by your knees, ass sticking up while your legs part to keep you stable. Face pressed into the soft mattress while he sits up on his knees, hands to either side of your hips as he lines himself up with your entrance.

You know it’s coming, but not when, until the tip of his cock touches the flesh of your two mounds sending a thrill of electricity throughout your vessel. Your hands grip the covers tightly as his whole length pushes into you, stretching your walls oh so fine. You groan with the familiar sensation.

Geralt takes a breath, “Feel good?”

Filled with Witcher cock, face pressed into the bed sheets, you mutter out a simple yes. Taking this as a positive sign, he pulls out again only to thrust himself deep into your core, sliding in and out with ease due to how wet you are now. And that has nothing to do with the rain this time.

For the next few long hours do the two of you fuck each other until you’re no more then moaning messes, switching various positions and places throughout the room as you go about. Vaguely remembering at some point in all of this when a pissed off tavern goer yelped from behind the locked door for you two horny rabbits to shut the fuck up. This person was obviously ignored as Geralt continued to push into you relentlessly, though soon enough the taverns music and chattering died down after this when drunken villagers began to tire.

And with that has dawn indeed found herself over the cold horizon. You on the other hand have found yourself, in well.....

His member twitches inside you with each new thrust, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he fucks you hard into the mattress like it’s the last time he’ll ever touch you again. Your mind feels like mush with every inch of him stretching wide your soaked walls. Soon his grip grows tighter and more fierce when he starts to slam your body onto him as he thrusts into you at the same time for maximum friction.

You can’t help the loud moans escaping from your throat as your lower body is lifted from the bed by the strength of your powerful Witcher and his iron grip. Your back curves, ass high in the air, and legs spread apart as his large vessel presses into you. His grunts are prominent while you moan, high building with every new thrust into your womanhood.

Your knees return to the bed as Geralt leans completely over your body, muscular arms to each side of your shoulders as he fucks into you from behind once again. Your breasts bounce as skin slaps against skin creating a pleasurable rhythm overthrowing the crackling of the firewood. More moans emit from your parted lips as Geralt spills inside you with a gravelly array of whispered fucks rolling off his tongue.

You moan at the sensation filling within, coating your aching walls, spilling out and down your legs as he continues to relentlessly take you from behind.

“Ohhhh….oh fuck…oh gods, oh…” You mumble before cumming all over his cock, walls clenching around him while he thrusts up into you. Creating quite the wet mess all over the designated spot on the bed. But you two don’t care in the slightest.

White hair tickles the side of your cheek as Geralt leans his head down to press his forehead against your right shoulder while he pumps his hips back and forth. Rocking your body and the bed simultaneously, lips pressed to your hot skin. You reach a hand behind to hold the back of his head while he leaves a trail of kisses all around your shoulder leading up to your neck.

Continuing to slid in and out of you, Geralt’s lips grace over your glistening skin as he makes his way from your neck up to your jaw, and finally the corner of your lips. You want to kiss him desperately but are too lost in the ecstasy of your fucked out high, that your mouth remains agape, head tilted back though you face the wall still.

Geralt moves his right arm forward to turn your head to the side, your crimson eyes open to see his handsome face and those two gorgeously golden irises, “Hello my love, so beautiful….so very beautiful.” Mutters your Witcher in that gravely voice of his as he leans in to kiss you fully now.

Whole body pressed flush to his looming vessel above you, he’s remarkably gentle with your frame compared to his bodily size and strength. He kisses you with such passion and tenderness you could honestly stay in this room forever with him if the world would allow it. He keeps inside of you, enjoying this intimacy for as long as he can while your body remains underneath him.

He loves you so very much, more then he’s ever loved anyone or anything, more then all the gold in the entire continent. You have refused to ever leave his side, and if the circumstances were ever right or he could afford a nice jewel, Geralt would have thought to marry you. However you are half vampire and he is a Witcher of Kaer Morhen, it doesn’t matter much in retrospect, but it would be quite the wedding if it so ever came about.

Kissing you passionately one last time, Geralt releases your face before kissing your naked shoulder and pulling out of you. You can’t help but make a mumbled groan at the loss of his large cock inside of you. Though he soon lays himself by your side, reaching an arm over your back before pulling you halfway onto his broad chest.

He kisses your forehead as you smile blissfully up at him, too exhausted from the rainy trek to the tavern and your intense love making session to do much else for the night..er morning. You let your head lay atop his left peck as your hand trails up to grip lazily onto his right forearm.

“Goodnight.” You mutter tiredly.

He smiles as your soft breaths fan against his chest, his free hand trails up and down your naked back, “Goodnight Y/N, sleep well.” You don’t hear him, as you’ve already fallen into a deep slumber.

——

Rousing from your slowly fading dreams, your eyelids flicker open to the snoozing face of your sleeping lover. White strands of his hair lay across his face like pale vines of snow, he’s naked save for the thin blanket covering the lower portion of his extremities.

You however are fully nude, exposed to the eyes of little mice who scurry about on the floor in search of possible fallen crumbs. Your fingers move to part his hair away from his eyes and nose so you have a better view to watch him sleep. Lasting only for a minute, you can’t help but lean in to press a chaste kiss to the side of his cheek.

Geralt stirs, taking in a deep breath before reaching a hand out blindly until it touches your own, fingers quickly interlocking. He brings your hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles sweetly before opening those two golden eyes of his. A sleepy grin forming upon his face when his gaze falls onto your beautiful visage.

“Oh so you’ve decided to awaken?”

Geralt let’s out a breathy laugh, “Now that, was probably the gentlest way you’ve ever greeted me in the morning.”

“Pfff I am always gentle.”

“You usually shake me awake.” Protests Geralt as you lay there giving him a puzzled look.

“I do not. I’m being tender when I do that.”

“Your idea of tender and gentle are very different compared to the average person.” He reasosn while you roll your crimson eyes, sure Geralt.

“Wake up before me then.”

“You need less time to sleep then me, I can’t.”

“It appears I can’t help you there. Maybe I’ll just have to kiss you awake then.” You scoot closer to him and press a couple kisses across his cheeks, “Like that, and like this.” You attack him with more sloppy kisses all over his cheeks and lips until you pull back to witness a pink cheeked Witcher smiling back up at you.

“That wasn’t a bad way to do it.” He mutters.

“No, not at all. But if I start doing that we’ll end up wasting a whole half the day before getting on the road again.”

“That’s not much of a problem to me.”

Running a hand through his messy hair, you shake your head at him, “Not to me either. However the world needs us, and fucking around in the woods isn’t as much fun as finding a cozy tavern bed after a long day of traveling. You see my point here?”

“You just enjoy shaking me awake, don’t you?”

“Maybe.” You mutter before breaking out into a childish giggle, “What? I enjoy watching the way your brows furrow in annoyance until I gift you a kiss and that smile returns to me. It brings me joy, alright?”

Geralt hums, “Can’t argue with that.”

“No. No you can’t.” Your lips press against his, shutting him up real fast from any witty comeback he’d otherwise have spoken to push your buttons, playfully of course.

Pulling away once more, you move some hair that went over his eyes, “Time to get up my love, I think our clothing is dry.”

Geralt glances over at the dried clothing near the dying fire embers, he reaches a hand down to touch your naked neither region. You gasp as he smirks mischievously, “Really? And you’re still wet.”

“Geralt.” You warn, tone less then threatening as you reveal a fangy grin, “Maybe that faun will have to wait.”

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neko-mun-rp · 2 years

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@storiesung starter for Geralt

Since arriving in Novigrad the dhampir had quickly come to realize that there were many monsters and beasts in this foreign land than where he had come from. Not being entirely human mad Alucard feel unwelcomed. Still, this did not stop the kind hearted dhampir from wanting to help the humans. They lived in a dangerous environment, he couldn’t blame them for being afraid of someone like him.

Alucard sought to earn some trust and prove he was not like the monsters here. So when he had heard of a fiend snatching up children to eat he didn’t hesitate to track down this awful creature. Finding the fiend was no trouble at all as it wasn’t trying to hide, but when Alucard found it it did give him quite the fight. In the end it was no match for the dhampir who was far stronger and ended up decapitated the fiend.

Not moments after dispatching of the fiend he sensed another and turned to see a whitehaired man. From the looks of his armor and weapons it was obvious he was a hunter of a very specific kind of prey. Alucard took a step back, weary of this man that much like himself didn’t seem like he was entirely human either. “Were you here for the fiend or were you looking to hunt me?...” Alucard asked cautiously, his own golden eyes fixed on the witcher.

#storiesung #muse: Alucard #((I know I said short #((but got a little carried away #((hope this is okay

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irithyllians · 3 years

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some Adeliza info because I can’t stop thinking about her:

She was originally a castlevania oc! (I’m still super new to Pathfinder and slowly working out how much of her original canon I can keep intact) Her mother was an Italian noblewoman, ostracised by the townspeople and mistreated by her husband for being supposedly barren (gotta love medieval Italy amirite). An assumption that was quickly destroyed when she fell pregnant with Adeliza. Naturally, it was obvious to everyone that Adeliza was NOT his child, but he made a show of acknowledging her as his in an (unsuccessful) attempt to shut down all the rumours that he was in fact the infertile one. As can be inferred, He Wasn’t Great To Her.

Adeliza was generally accepted (though not warmly) by the townspeople, on the grounds that dhampir are a useful weapon against vampires and other threats.

Not so subtly inspired by Vampire Hunter D and Geralt the muffin of Rivia. Very tall, very scary, gruff exterior but surprisingly tender and shy.

European fairytale vibes…

Understands hunting for necessity, obviously, but WILL fuck you up for unnecessary cruelty. Especially toward animals.

Speaking of which, animals are comfy around her!! She is basically Snow White with some weapons and a little bloodlust, ngl

She’s 6’1” 😳 and wears high heeled boots

She has dimples when she smiles!! But she smiles roughly once a month so barely anyone knows this.

#ramblings #oc: adeliza #oc stuff #NOW I’ll sleep 😴

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regrettablewritings · 3 years

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Preference: What Strange Being Are They?

Characters: Jaskier, Honey Lemon, Benoit Blanc, Finn, Geralt

Jaskier - Spring Court Fae

Fae of the Spring Court (or the Seelie, as they are more formally called) are known for being one of the two more benevolent classes of fae. Generally polite and bright-eyed with a love for what the world has to offer, they typically come equipped with a twinge of mischief when it comes to interacting with humans. Otherwise, they just leave them be.

But Jaskier loved humans just a bit too much to keep proper distance.

While Solitary Fairies weren’t unheard of, it was extremely unusual to hear of a fae abandoning their court in favor of wandering around without any particular allegiance.

So it might’ve ruffled a few wings when the local fairy viscount and viscontess’ son decided to up and leave to “travel the world”, armed only with his admittedly limited magicks and a lute. But Jaskier didn’t care: All he wanted at this point was to be up close with humans, to entertain them, to have their eyes on him, for them to be ensorcelled by him . . . Perhaps even enough to copulate with him.

Because make no mistake: Benevolent or not, a fair folk is still a fair folk. And the fae have never been the type to shy away from mischief. Which was probably why you knew you were in trouble the moment those blue eyes landed on you . . .

Honey Lemon - Witch

While witches need no introduction, there is still a certain . . . aesthetic, we shall say, that tends to go along with the image. Because for as black sunhat-wearing and crystal-collecting as the image has become in more recent years, no one could deny the traditional associations: Cottages that looked cobbled together, nestled deep within gnarly woods; cauldrons bubbling over with green concoctions; battered grimoires and parchment strewn about and stacked haphazardly along stale, wooden shelves; figures cloaked in black enigma, hidden away from the prying eyes of society.

Nobody tends to think of a small apartment in the shadier side of town; Bunsen burner sets heating away at beakers of bubblegum-pink, perfume-y something-or-other; spells and brews written on flowery stationary, filed away neatly in polka-dot binders and Hello Kitty folders and assembled on a shelf ordered from IKEA; and an energized young lady with long, blonde hair that paled in comparison to the bright, glorious smile she wore.

Suffice to say, Honey Lemon is not the traditional image of a witch. But this never stopped the rumors from floating around the city, onto college campuses filled with students eager and desperate.

“If you go to 1234 Blahblahblah with a roll of cute washi tape or stickers, a witch there will give you a potion to help you pass your exams,” they said. Which was ridiculous, of course: It was just another local legend started by grad students, passed down to undergrads desperate enough to believe anything.

And, unfortunately for you, you were an undergrad desperate enough to believe anything . . .

Benoit Blanc - Dhampir

The occurrence of a successful pregnancy between a vampire and a human was not a particularly common one. That the progeny might grow up to be anything other than a vampire hunter or even something of a bon vivant was rarer still. And given that he was blond with piercingly blue eyes -- rather than the usual deep brunette and brown-eyed package -- it was fairly apparent that Benoit was a somewhat unusual example of dhampir. Nor that he much cared.

He was far too old to care in his personal opinion. Besides: He’d learned long, long, long ago to stop worrying so much about his oddities (it saves time), especially given that some evidence of his more vampiric lineage never quite took. For example, while his senses of sight, smell, and even hearing to a point managed to be more heightened than that of his human kin, his speed and strength just barely stood out as being any better than the average man’s. Nor did his agility, for that matter.

But he was more than happy to take what skills and knowledge he did have and put them to good use elsewhere: Eagle eyes for scanning and noticing the teeny, tiny details; a good sense of smell, which could be far more useful than one might think when observing certain crime scenes; and an assemblage of knowledge and experiences collected from over the last three centuries. They didn’t make much for a hunter of the unnatural without the strength and speed, but they suited detective work just fine.

All topped with a bow of wit and charm, aged like wines he’d outlived, and Benoit Blanc appeared to be a man just ever so slightly out of sync with the modern era. Not concernedly so, but just enough for him to eventually earn the title of “The Last of the Gentleman Sleuths” during one of the very, very few times he allowed his presence to be more widely known to the public.

It was his diction, his style of dress, and the overall air he exuded, really -- it might not have been intoxicating in the same way that a full-blooded vampire might draw in company, but he did, without a doubt, possess some draw to him.

Well, at least he did to you . . .

Finn - Alien

In a galaxy far, far away . . . FN2187 was just another extraterrestrial living amongst the stars. In the middle of a war. A war he wanted nothing to do with, but was dragged into anyway. Admittedly, he didn’t have any real stance on the matter. After all, as a soldier, was he really supposed to? Well, regardless, he eventually got one: He didn’t like it. At all. What was this all even for? Liberation? Conquest? Just to prove a point? It didn’t matter: The horrors had become etched into his brain, the burden of his connection to it all too much for even his hearts, multiple as they were, to bear.

And so he escaped, stealing a ship and flying off into the big, black unknown.

However, that FN2187 was not a particularly skilled pilot. In fact, he wasn’t trained to be a pilot at all! It was an honest to The Maker miracle that he’d managed to even get as far as he did, even if it ended in him crashing the stolen craft.

Unfortunately, crashes of any kind have never been subtle events, no matter how low of a profile the alien might’ve wanted it to have been. Authorities had been alerted, and it was only a matter of time before he was discovered by either his own officers, or these...Terranian ones. He knew he could handle the latter, but why take the risk?

Besides, he was already lucky enough to have you be the first to find him (lucky him, crashing in the patch of trees nearby your house). You, on the other hand . . . You wouldn’t consider yourself unlucky, per se. But you did consider yourself in a jam. After all, there was no handy dandy manual for how to keep the alien you’ve taken home under wraps . . .

Geralt - Faoladh

There are werewolves, and then there are the Faoladh. A werewolf is a beast that turns from man to monster on every full moon, more often than not devolving into a fit of heightened savagery in the process. The ire from this is consequential.

The Faoladh, however, are nearly the exact opposite.

Rather than wait for a moon phase to dictate their form, they can simply change as they like, so long as they’re equipped with the wolf pelt that gives them beastly form. As a result, they retain their humanity and reason, which has served them well in legends, where people have called them heroes of war, recruited by the king. Some even designate them patronage over children, the wounded, and lost souls.

However, it is perhaps because of their rarity that their name had fallen from most memories, their notable benevolence along with it. Because how could something so large, so brutal, and so terrifyingly dangerous be capable of goodness and protection? Though, for the remaining few that knew otherwise, there were still some good wolves out there.

And the village insisted that it was lucky to have one of them wandering around in its history. You, of course, had some doubts . . .

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