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theodoti · 2 years

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just a lil kiss on the cheek <3

#my art #the witcher fanart #twn #jaskier #geralt of rivis #geraskier #jaskier fanart #just a lil smooch

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ao3feed-peterstiles · 1 year

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Menší zlo

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/44020597

by NLilien

„Zlo je zlo, Stregobore,... Menší, větší, střední, všechno jedno. Jenže Derek není Geralt z Rivie a zvolit musí. Proč, ptáte se? Vlkodlaci mají totiž i své poddruhy a nespářená omega je skoro jistě mrtvá omega. Kostky osudu jsou vrženy a testy nového přírůstku smečky dopadnou opravdu neočekávaně.

Words: 5767, Chapters: 3/3, Language: Čeština

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale, Talia Hale, Cora Hale, Laura Hale, Isaac Lahey, Alan Deaton

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Peter Hale, Omega Stiles Stilinski, Beta Derek Hale, Werewolf Stiles Stilinski, Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Top Peter Hale, Top Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski is a Little Shit, Peter Hale is a Little Shit, Pheromones, Lust, Knotting, Dirty Talk, Dirty Thoughts, Mating Cycles/In Heat

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/44020597

#ao3feed #teen wolf #steter #fanfic #peterstiles

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x-reader-theater · 4 years

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My Days Are Numbered, but so Are Yours {5}

Relationship: Geralt of Rivia X Male!Disabled!Reader

Summary: Triss meets Ciri and Geralt, not for the first time.

Warnings: Cursing, Graphic Depictions of Violence

Word Count: 1844 words

A/N: Hello everyone! How are you today? Are you ready for another chapter? I sure am! Once again I am going to thank my lovely beta writer @mystic-writes for all their help. We have some new and exciting things planned so stay tuned... Please like, comment, and please, please reblog. I’m on my knees here man. Please reblog. Please. Now, without further ado, My Days Are Numbered, but so Are Yours chapter 5.

Take a Chance for the Nights are Short (Book 1) [1]

Hold me Tight for the Days are Long (Book 2) [2]

[1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10]

Chapter 5: Every Situation gets Worse when Wolves are Involved

You're outside the next morning, picking the dead leaves and some of the bloomed flowers from your plants outside your cottage. The Fool's Parsley that stands the tallest on the right side of the door are shedding a few of their old leaves. You gather them to bake over a fire and toss into a salad. You pick a few of the blooming flowers on your honeysuckle plant that are in the same bed as your Fool's Parsley, planning to make them into a sickeningly sweet syrup. You can't use it for as many things as you can honey, but it does soothe the throat and stomach of all those it touches, provided it touches the spot needing to be soothed. On the left side, small bushes with Arenaria flowers sit squat, the white blooms reflecting the sunlight back. Those are good for upset stomachs, especially if one's feeling nauseous. You don't remember how many times you had to give a concoction of Arenaria flowers and Honeysuckle syrup to Jaskier. Joining the Arenaria on the left side are your bushes of Wolfsbane. You pick a few of the flowers, the ones that aren't as fresh anymore. You use them for your topical medicine, the one your mother taught you how to make. With Geralt using the last of your supply, you have to make more in case something happens.

Looking out you see a few Celandine bushes, the bright yellow against the dark green of the bush. There are a few Moleyarrow flowers here and there. You didn't like to pick them too much. They were much too pretty for that. Some dandelions and blowballs are also scattered about, here and there. You liked to pick them on sunny days, and turn the stalks into a dish. You would roast the stalks with salt and pepper, and some Sewent Mushrooms that Triss would always bring for you.

There is something nice to say about Triss. She knows how to give a gift. Her food related gifts were the only ones you'd take from her anyway.

You're collecting a few honeysuckle from your bushes when you hear the grass crunch beneath someone's feet. You desperately needed rain to grace your small clearing. Your plants have been feeling it too, their leaves turning brown and flaking off. Maybe you'd talk to Triss' about it.

Speaking of, as you stand and turn, you see Triss standing there, in her blue robe, the hood pulled up around her head. She reaches up and drops it, revealing a head of curly, dark brown hair.

"Triss," you say simply, holding onto the box you place your honeysuckle in.

"[Y/N]. You're looking less grumpy than usual," she says with a wry smile. You almost smile back.

You gesture toward the house with your head. "Yes well, that's because I have guests."

"Guests?" Triss asks, genuinely confused. "What guests?"

"[Y/N]! [Y/N]!" You hear from inside the house. "You need to see what-"

The door slams open and Ciri comes barging out, stopping herself as she sees Triss standing there, staring at her.

"Triss?"

"Ciri!"

Triss and Ciri run up to each other, embracing each other in a large hug.

Triss pulls back and places her hands on the side of Ciri's face. She smiles. "You've grown."

Ciri rolls her eyes. "No I haven't. You don't grow much after the age of… well like 15." Ciri shrugs. "I'm still the same old Ciri you knew five years ago."

Triss frowns and furrows her brows. "Except with a few new scars…"

Ciri reaches up and touches right underneath her left eye, where a jagged, red scar mars her face. She smiles, presumably thinking, before shaking her head and furrowing her brows to mirror Triss'. "What are you doing here?"

Triss' face softens and she looks over at you, gesturing. "Someone has to keep the old man alive."

You grunt and roll your shoulders. Your grip on your baskets' handle is so tight the wicker is groaning underneath your fist. "I can take care of myself."

Triss nods. "I'm sure you can, but would you be happy without anyone to talk to?"

"I'd be happier if you never came back…" you mutter to yourself.

Triss leans over to Ciri and whispers, "He's just being grumpy. He loves me."

You roll your eyes but don't refute it. Silence luls over your small group as you take in each other's company, all thinking about something different. You can only begin to speculate about what, at least for the other two. Your mind on the other hand is racing, trying to think if Triss ever mentioned Ciri. You can't recall a time when she did.

You move to leave them alone, give them their privacy, set your basket down and sit somewhere. Your knees are starting to hurt. But the door opens and Geralt steps out before you can leave. Then Triss and Geralt make eye contact, whatever colour that was left in his face quickly disappears.

"Triss?" Geralt asks, shocked.

"Geralt." Triss almost sounds relieved. "It's good to see you again."

Geralt nods and grunts in agreement. Or maybe it was dismissal. You've lost your ability to tell.

You feel the hairs on your neck stand on end, a cold chill runs up your spine, and you freeze. The temperature of the air around you drops and you watch as, from the forest line, the green grass turns blue from a spreading frost. Geralt, Ciri, and Triss all look toward the forest, and you follow their sighline.

Walking out of it is a stone hound. Its eyes are blue, bluer than the sky on a cloudless day, and frost rolls off its hide like a waterfall mists when it hits stone and is cast into the air. Its teeth are bared. Its shoulders are hunched forward. You can’t see its teeth from here, but you can only imagine they’re sharper than icicles in winter.

You look towards the others, whose eyes are wide with shock. "This can't be possible…" Ciri says quietly, almost as if to herself.

"No, no, no!" Geralt exclaims, looking over at the two women in shock.

"How is this happening?" Triss mutters, her fists clenched. They're starting to turn a bit red, as if she's preparing to throw a fireball at any minute.

You look around at all of them, panicked. "What? What's wrong!" You ask, worried.

Geralt turns to you. "The Wild Hunt."

"The what?" You ask, confused. You know you've read about them before, but beyond knowing they exist, you've got nothing. You're drawing a blank.

Ciri turns toward the cottage and says, "I'll explain later!”

Three more wolves step out of the woods.

Triss waves one of her hands above her head, muttering something to herself, and your basket of flowers is replaced with a copy of your silver sword. You know it's a copy because the weight is slightly too high on the blade. Even after all these years of not using it, you still know the weight of it in your hand like you held it yesterday. Many things are lost to time, but this is not one of them.

Geralt and Ciri also now have copies of their swords in their hands. You watch as they balance the weight in their palms before grabbing onto them at the same time and readying their stances.

You do the same as the wolves come bounding up, one to each of you. The wolf in front of you leaps into the air, its maw wide, saliva dripping from its' fangs, the droplets freezing before they even hit the ground. You're surprised by the strength of the creature as it bounds into you, knocking you off your feet. Its teeth latch onto your sword, but you manage to pull it free as you roll back and onto the balls of your feet, standing up in a ready position.

The wolf circles you, snapping its jaw, sizing you up. Your eyes narrow, it backs up, and jumps into the air, lunging at you, maw wide, begging for a taste of your flesh. You swing your sword as it flies toward you. You strike it in the side, and while the hit didn't seem like it did much damage, the wolf flies off into the dirt.

You rush up to it and hack away for as long as you can, but the wolf just gets back up.

You jump up and away as it lashes out with its claws, missing you by an inch. It rolls onto its feet and starts moving toward you. You back up with each step it takes, but sooner or later it's going to jump at you, and you'll either hit it, or it will hit you.

Luckily, you don't have to worry about that. Geralt runs up and hits it with his Igni sign, and the wolf is set ablaze. You thrust out with your sword just as Geralt does, and the wolf slumps over, dead.

You give him a nod of thanks, and he nods back. You still know how to fight, but it's different with only one arm. You'll take all the help you can get.

You look over and see Triss helping Ciri with her wolf as well. You look back to Geralt, who's glancing nervously at the forest, waiting for something else to happen. He doesn't have to wait long, as two more ice-wolves come darting out of the trees. You ready your stance next to Geralt, your shoulders barely brushing, as one of the wolves bounds up to you. Geralt swings up with his sword in a wide arch, hitting the underside of the wolf's jaw. You strike out as well, but your sword just glances off its' stone hide.

The wolf rolls onto its feet and starts circling the two of you. You place your back against Geralt's. The wolf growls, frozen spittle shooting into the soft grass. The wolf disappears behind you, and you feel Geralt push back against you. You take a step forward and turn around, facing the icy wolf.

Geralt lunges out, striking the wolf as you lash out and hit the beast as well. You lift your sword up as Geralt does, and you both strike down. Your swords cut through the rock, into the neck of the beast. Your swords cut clean through, and the wolf falls to the ground, and the head rolls a foot away from it.

You look over and see Triss and Ciri battling their wolf, which perishes quickly.

Ciri stands up straight next to Triss' and looks over at you and Geralt. You notice her arm's bleeding. Triss turns to her, starting to help heal her wound, and all your swords disappear. You grab Geralt's arm before he can run off, and he looks at you.

You squeeze his arm, in comfort, and in reminiscence.

Geralt walks over to Ciri, and you watch him help his daughter.

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eddiestarchild · 4 years

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Let's Head to the Coast

Here is a little fic

Geralt x Jaskier

The coast

1150 words

Jaskier was happy.

It didn’t matter that it was a drowner contract that had lured them there, they were headed to the coast. They rode along a narrow but well-worn path, winding its way perilously down the craggy hill towards the shore. The sun was high in the sky and there was naught a cloud to be seen. It was a silent journey for the most part, until of course the bard felt a cool breeze against his skin.

“Oh Geralt, this is marvellous! I can taste the salt on the sea breeze, we must be getting close!”

“Indeed. But remember we’re here for the drowner’s nest.”

“Yes yes, but while you do all that slashing, I shall write a new song! One about the sea as a cruel mistress…”

You can imagine Geralt’s one-word reply, as the two continued down towards the shore. As soon as the horses hooves touched the sad, the bard sprung out of his saddle and trotted off up the beach, note book clutched in hand. No doubt to find a rock to perch himself apon while he composed his new-found ballad. Geralt breathed deeply and surveyed his surrounds, in search of the nest. They were close. Dismounting Roach, he gathered his swords and took a last glance at the bard, before setting off up the beach. Jaskier, as it were was fending off his own enemies. A flock of seagulls had stolen his quill, and gathered around him like a swarm of ants on honey. Geralt wasn’t sure who was squawking more; the bard or the birds.

After about an hour or so, once the drowners were tracked, hacked and dealt with, the witcher returned. Jaskier, from his perch could see a sultry black shape walking up the beach. Or rather smell him.

“Gods you stink to the high heavens Geralt! What on earth did you do to those drowners? Bathe in their blood or something?”

“Save your quips lark, and help me with this.”

By ‘this’ he meant the tangle of sea weed, leather, and straps that comprised his current ensemble. The bard reluctantly slid off the rock, pocketed his notes and wrinkled his nose in disgust.

“I suppose you better have a wash. If I know Roach there is no way she’ll let you near her in that state.”

“Hmm.”

“I know, lets go for a swim! I’ve been dying to for some time now. Truth be told I was waiting for you.”

Geralt’s expression softened at hearing this, until of course the bard continued with his jabber. Souring the moment, if only but a little.

“Yes, I hadn’t wanted to enter the water till you got back, in case there were any of your drowner-y friends lurking there.”

The Witcher just snorted and heaved off his leather jerkin, now he was untangled from it by the bard’s nimble fingers. He slung the dirty garment over the rock on which Jaskier had just sat, earning him a slight scowl. Jaskier followed suit, though he neatly lay his folded clothes a good few meters from the stinking studded jerkin.

“Shall we then? The water looks lovely.”

“Mhhmm.”

“Honestly Geralt, I don’t know why I bother talking to you. It’s as though I’m speaking with a mute!”

“Mmhhmm.”

Geralt replied, just to rile his companion a little more. The look on Jaskier’s face gave him the satisfaction he wanted. The pair headed to the water, Geralt dived right in while Jaskier tiptoed into the waves, straying no deeper than his knees. The Witcher dived beneath the surface, swimming up behind the bard. Gripping Jaskier’s ankles he burst up from the water with a roar.

“YE GODS GERALT! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME WITH FRIGHT?”

He yelled in surprise, clutching his chest were his heart beat so rapidly it might just pop. Geralt, not one prone to uproars of laughter, smiled broadly as he looked apon the paling bard. Mission accomplished.

Once Jaksier had reprimanded Geralt about his actions, and about how he ‘could’ve struck you in self-defence’, and Geralt had countered that it ‘would’ve felt like a fly’ they both waded out deeper into the ocean. The Witcher, still amused and grinning about his recent attack on the bard, noted that he didn’t dare wade deeper than his hips. Perhaps it was in the new found mistrust for Geralt’s shenanigans. But there was something in the way he winced at each new coming wave that made him curious. After a few moments thought, an even bigger grin crept across Geralt’s face. His pointed teeth gleaming in the sun.

“Jaskier can you-”

“Oh look, the mute can talk.”

Jaskier quipped, still sultry from the scare moments ago. He paused though, actually wanting Geralt to speak. No doubt it would be something boring and responsible like ‘we should leave before it gets dark’ or ‘don’t stray too deep, I don’t want to have to revive you again..’ or some other form of responsibility. But the Witcher’s smile was so mischievous and alluring, that Jaskier stopped to listen.

“Yes Geralt, what was it you wanted to say?”

“I wanted to know if… You could swim?”

He said the last part so softly, almost as if he didn’t want to offend the bard, or at the very least make him defensive. Well, Jaskier would’ve thought that, if it weren’t for the cheeky grin Geralt had on his face. Jaskier paused, his cheeks blushing crimson as he folded his arms across his chest. Turning away slightly he sighed.

“Well, I can.”

“Really?”

“Yes, Geralt. Is that such a surprise to you?”

“A little, actually.”

Jaskier’s cheeks were still the colour of a ripe apple, but he sort of liked being this vulnerable in front of Geralt. After all, the Witcher never meant any harm with his banter. Nor did the bard; and there was in no way a shortage of quips and snipes coming from the latter.

“Ok so I can’t swim well, at all actually.”

“I knew it!”

“Oh shut up, it’s not something I’ve needed to do! I can avoid drowning, but that’s about as far as my swimming prowess goes. Happy?”

There was a pause, where Geralt was thoughtful. Jaskier was sure he was thinking up some way to embarrass him. But all he said in reply was-

“When I was 9, Vesemir threw me into a lake. I suppose he thought I’d swim out of shear panic.”

“And?!”

“I sunk like a stone. He had to dive in after me.”

Geralt’s face was expressionless, and Jaskier feared that the funny story he just told, was not meant to be taken that way at all. That was until the Witcher’s face cracked and he began to laugh. Perhaps at the memory of the tale, or perhaps at the sight of Jaksier’s stunned face. Either way, it was a deep, hearty laugh that made the bard forget his insecurities and laugh along with him.

#geralt x jaskier #geralt of rivi #jaskier #witcher jaskier #the witcher #Geraskier #Jaskalt #dandelion the bard #geralt and dandelion #the bard #the bard and the witcher #lets head to the coast #geralt x jaksier

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inter230407art · 6 years

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Screenshot by Natty Dread https://www.flickr.com/photos/90866390@N06/ Details: || 8k || ReShade || photostitch (4 shots) ||

#Inter230407 #The Witcher #Witcher #Geralt #Rivia #Ciri #Wild Hunt #TW3 #Screenshot #Art #Dark #8K #Reshade #Photo #Back #Poster #Sword #geralt of rivi #CD Project RED #2016 #2017 #2015

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myvalzpival · 3 years

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píše se rok léta páně 2021. zaklínačské mutace zvládly tuberkulózu, mor a španělskou chřipku, ale poslední mutace koronaviru vyzrála i na školu vlka. Geralt leží v posteli s jedním s nejlehčích průběhů nemoci, teče mu z nosu, občas zakucká a to kafe mu nechutná tak, jako dřív, jelikož necejtí. ale protože nikdy předtím neměl ani rýmu, je přesvědčený, že do svou dnů umře.

#tobes back at it again #zaklínač #geralt z rivie #geřalt z řečkovic

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angel-with-no-shotgun · 4 years

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začít psát fanfikce na Geralta s Jaskierem >>> připravování si portfolia na vejšku

#tak až sem to zašlo #čumblr #česky #czech #obrození #geralt #geralt z rivie #jaskier #marigold #říkejte mu jak chcete #fanfikce #zaklínač

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leona-florianova · 9 months

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Geralt of Rivia

#geralt of rivia #the witcher #wiedzmin #zaklínač #art #my art #geralt z rivie #2023

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 4 years

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Perks of Being a Woman in the World of Men (Netflix Witcher Masterlist)

Series description: The Butcher of Blaviken has a long and famous past, thanks to his friend Jaskier. Yet, neither of those dies easily and it still lurks behind Geralt like a shadow after all those years. History, neither unfriendly relationships, doesn't die easily.

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x female witcher (a witchress it is)

Short notice: Geralt has white hair and basically 0% melatonin because of the trials he went through. Have in mind that the reader has gone through the same mutations (bcs she a hot-headed bitch), so do not take personally if there is a mention of having white hair or bloodless, white skin. Also, it will use characters that were not introduced in the series yet, like Mr. Fuck Me I’m Hot, also known as Vernor Roche or Sigismund Dijkstra, Vesemir, Lambert, and Eskel. Thank you. For further research, please read Andrzej Sapkowski’s novels or use miss Google.

Read here:

Silver for Monsters...

...& Steel for Humans

Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend

The Witchress of Kaedwen

A Story You Won’t Believe

Ghost towns and Villages

#geralt of rivia x reader #Geralt of rivia x female! Witchress #Geralt z Rivie #Geralt z Rivii #andrzej sapkowski #the witcher #the witcher netflix #jaskier #vesemir #witcher lambert #witcher eskel #sigismund dijkstra #vernon roche #it feels good to be back

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advena87 · 4 years

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And what about the dynamics between Ciri and Avallac’h?

***

Avallac’h: You need them to think you're stronger than you actually are.

Ciri: Is that what you do?

Avallac’h: Me? Oh, no. My power is no illusion. I can fucking demolish you.

***

Avallac’h: Hello?

Ciri: It’s Ciri.

Avallac’h: What did she do this time?

Ciri: No, it’s me, Ciri.

Avallac’h: Oh, what did you do this time?

***

Ciri: Why didn’t you tell me?

Avallac’h: Because you have the tendency to overreact.

Ciri, stabbing the table with a sword in a fit of anger: I do NOT overreact!

***

Avallac’h: I'm not very good with emotion.

Ciri: What emotion?

Avallac’h: All of them.

***

Ciri: How long has it been since you slept?

Avallac’h: Bold of you to assume I sleep.

***

Ciri: I thought you hated writing letters?

Avallac’h: Don't be silly, I'm a fan of anything that replaces actual human contact.

***

Avallac’h: Do I look like I’m joking?

Ciri: You never look like you’re joking.

***

Ciri: Am I in trouble?

Avallac’h: Have a guess.

Ciri: No?

Avallac’h: Have another guess.

***

Ciri: Avallac’h is an angel that fell from heaven...

Geralt: [whispering] So was Lucifer.

***

Ciri: Can I ask you something? Can you keep a secret?

Avallac’h: Do you know anything about my life?

Ciri: No I don’t. Good point.

***

Avallac’h: I may be a pretty shitty boyfriend, but turns out I’m actually a pretty damn good babysitter.

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kalinara · 4 years

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Okay, so, can we please agree now that we’re not going to make or put up with accusations of queer-baiting when the Witcher likely follows the source material that it’s adapted from?

I’m a big proponent in shipping what you like. And I’m a slasher as well. But there’s more to “queer-baiting” than just “my preferred ship didn’t happen.”

Geralt and Jaskier are friends. It’s easy to read more into it. But so far, the show hasn’t gone there. Lauren Hissrich, when asked, specifically described the relationship as a close male friendship. The books end with a Geralt/Yennefer endgame. The games end with Geralt/Yennefer, Geralt/Triss, or Geralt alone. There was a Polish movie and tv adaptation too. I don’t know how that ended, but since it looks like it adapted many of the same stories, I’m going to hazard a guess that Geralt/Yennefer was probably the main pairing there too.

If the Netflix series follows the books, then another very VERY major character will be bisexual. There’s been some rumors that other major characters may also be reinterpreted as bi or pansexual. There will be LGBT+ representation, even if it’s not the specific pairing that fans want.

And let’s be frank here. This is the first adaptation in the franchise in which both of Geralt’s canon love interests are played by women of color. It would be a very bad look if this is also the one adaptation in the franchise, where Geralt suddenly ends up with the white dude instead.

Again, ship what you like. Enjoy the fanwork. Make gifsets and meta.

But please don’t punish the show for not delivering what it isn’t promising.

#the witcher (netflix)#geralt of rivis #yennefer of vengerberg #yeralt #vengerwitch #beautiful of face dumb of ass #the real antihero of this opera

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