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spielzeugkaiser · 1 year
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If you're still doing prompts, wolf!Geralt or tired dads universe? <3
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Jaskier stays not always a wolf too! Sometimes he is smol and gets a lick over the whole face. (Also even if he is a bit tougher as a lynx he doesn't enjoy being squished around his tummy as a cat)
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thedemonofcat · 11 months
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Jaskier is a shapeshifter. Every time he and Geralt start to get into an argument, he turns into a miniature Horse.
Almost always taken aback, Geralt often finds himself flustered by this peculiar transformation.
It becomes quite a challenge for Geralt to hold onto his anger towards Jaskier when he transforms into a miniature horse. After all, how can one stay mad at such a tiny creature? Geralt struggles to retain any anger towards Roach, a regular-sized horse.
Jaskier often managed to have his way when he transformed into a miniature horse until Geralt threatened to burden him with carrying all their belongings on his back while in his horse form.
At this point, Jaskier has to turn back into being human.
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dragonjadearts · 2 years
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just a bard, a wolf pack, and a cat
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jaskierswolf · 1 year
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Helo love, for your shape shifter AU, does shedding season hit Jaskier as well in his various forms? 👀❤️
Shedding New Light
Ship: Geraskier Rating: T Summary: In which Geralt discovers something new about his shifter boyfriend
Set after the first part of my shifter!Jaskier AU. You only really need to know that Jaskier is a shifter that can turn into many different animals, and he's just started dating Geralt during their first winter at Kaer Morhen together.
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Geralt was used to waking up in uncomfortable places. It was all part of the witcher life. If he wasn't caught out in the rain and the cold, then he was being thrown out of inns and brothels at dawn. Travelling with Jaskier had made things a little easier, but today, Jaskier was the problem. Geralt woke up struggling to breathe, a lump of coppery thick fur lying on his chest. He growled and tried to shove the wolf to the floor but it didn't help. Jaskier snorted in his sleep and rolled onto his back, four paws in the air.
"Get off," Geralt grumbled to no avail. 
The shifter was either dead asleep or being a stubborn little shit. Only the gods could tell which. Sighing, Geralt started to run his hands through his boyfriend's fur. It was thick and warm, a perfect cover in the cold winter nights that plagued Kaer Morhen, but when Geralt pulled his hand away, tufts of fur stuck between his fingers. 
"What the fuck?" He muttered more to himself than Jaskier.
Another few seconds of stroking through Jaskier's fur had chunks of the coppery strands all over Geralt's bed. It floated through the air, dancing in the streaks of sunlight that were bursting through the window. The bastard was moulting. 
"Jaskier!" 
The shifter snorted. 
"Jask, get up!" 
Blue eyes finally fluttered open, narrow as they peered at Geralt, clearly displeased. One large paw smacked Geralt in the face, and then Jaskier was asleep once more.
It took another five minutes, and the promise of a hunt to get Jaskier to finally wake up and slide off Geralt. By that point, Geralt was near bursting for a piss, and he was covered, head to toe, in wolf fur. Usually he loved to wake up beneath his lover, but choking on dog hair was not the death that he'd imagined. Geralt glared at Jaskier, who was sitting next to him, wagging his tail, and then rolled his eyes. 
"What am I going to do with you?" 
Jaskier howled, pouncing up at Geralt. His paws landed on Geralt's shoulders as his tongue lapped at Geralt's face, rough and slobbery.
"Yes, yes. I love you too," Geralt sighed as he scratched Jaskier behind the ears. More hair floated down to the ground as he did so. "Can you change into something a little less hairy?"
Jaskier let out a low growl, mouthing at Geralt's chin, and then with a crack of bones, shifted into a robin. There was a flurry of feathers as he flitted around the room. As far as Geralt was aware, robins didn't even moult during the winter months, and yet wherever Jaskier flew, feathers fell behind him. He chirped happily, and then landed on Geralt's head. A single feather floated down. Geralt huffed. The feather landed on his nose and he blew it away. 
"What about human, Jask?" 
No sooner had Geralt spoken, than he found himself with a naked bard perched on his shoulders. Jaskier barely fit in the room without hitting his head, and after a few awkward seconds of shifting and rearranging, he was settled in Geralt's arms. 
"You, sir, are grumpy in the mornings," Jaskier grumbled, poking Geralt on the nose.
"Only when my boyfriend is moulting all over my room," Geralt countered.
Jaskier scoffed. "Rude!"
Rolling his eyes, Geralt ruffled Jaskier’s hair only to be greeted with another cloud of hair. “Urgh! Fuck!”
In response, Jaskier just cackled before capturing Geralt’s lips with his own. The kiss was chaste, and the taste was unpleasant, but Geralt still found himself smiling against Jaskier’s lips. Love was new and exciting. Even if he was covered in hair. But he’d promised to love Jaskier in all his forms, and with all his weird and wonderful quirks. The moulting was unexpected, but it was something he was willing to live with.
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abluescarfonwaston · 9 months
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Shape shifter Jaskier who's been an otter for a bit too long will hold Ciri 'hostage' until geralt give him his watermelon.
Obviously this just means holding a spoon to her throat. 'Jaskier if you Wanted a meat pie you should have Ordered some.' 'Well i want some now Geralt. Give it to me or the girl gets it.'
Ciri thinks this is a delight. She's either giggling or playing along. 'Geralt Please! He's got a spoon! Don't let him hurt me! Oh whatever will I do.'
When Geralt inevitably breaks Jaskier gets his treat and he praises Ciri on her acting ability. Yennifer delights in the whole procession, not the least of which because it's a bit Geralt does not like so they all think it's hilarious.
Yennifer just gives Jaskier a bite right off her fork so there's no need for the dramatics. She knows how to treat her husband properly after all.
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winter-jay-official · 2 years
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I actually love thinking about crossovers that make 0 sense and would never work <3
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penny-anna · 1 year
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ok let’s start workshopping this!! ways they could address why Geralt is Liam Hemsworth now:
- he regenerates
- gets his face eaten by magical face eating slugs and has to get a new one
- plastic surgery
- time cut several years into the future & they try to pass off Hemsworth as an older Cavill
- Geralt has to go undercover, has someone transform his face into a different face
- have him wear a mask for the whole season
- put Hemsworth in elaborate make up to make him look like Cavill
- gets hit with curse of Hemsworth (turns u into a Hemsworth brother)
- that’s not Geralt, that’s his long lost brother, Gerald
- whole episode face/off reference
- Geralt gets killed so they transfer his consciousness into a cloned body provided by Garfield the Deals Warlock
- gets bitten by a Liam Hemsworth and transforms into one
- Geralt gets merged with an alternate version of himself from another dimension
- Geralt gets turned into a cardboard cut out and Jaskier has to reconstruct his face but he cocks it up so Geralt just has a new face now
- reveal that Geralt has actually been wearing a Henry Cavill mask this whole time & this is his real face
- witchers have shapeshifting powers but don’t use them
- Jaskier & only Jaskier keeps saying that Geralt looks kind of different, everyone else insists they have no idea what he’s talking about
- his face just does that
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podcastenthusiast · 1 year
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Jaskier seeing a shapeshifter that looks like him: Oh wow! 10/10, would fuck actually
Shapeshifter: Yeah because you love yourself :)
Geralt seeing a shapeshifter that looks like him: Oh damn I'm hideous, 0/10, would murder actually
Shapeshifter: Oh no you hate yourself ...but I bet you love the bard, don't you :)
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doberbutts · 1 year
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Speaking of unreliable narrators who either lie or don't know what's going on, the Witcher books are full of them and I think that's what makes the story so interesting to me.
Most of these characters shamelessly lie to get out of situations or to get their way, and it's not until several books later that these lies are revealed to, well, not be true. Geralt says he was a child of surprise but he's not, he says he's "of Rivia" but that's just to make himself look fancy he's not actually from Rivia, he frequently tells people that his swords possess immense magical power and will hurt ordinary humans but then when Dandelion/Jaskier hears him and goes "hey buddy you should probably have told me that before since I touch your swords all the time" he immediately replies "I was lying, there's no magic".
Geralt insists multiple times there is no such thing as dopplers until one is standing in front of him, at which point he goes "okay. Well. I guess I was wrong. Also did you have to shapeshift into me??? I'm so ugly wtf???"
And some of it is just bullheadedness. Mr God Is Fake And Prophecies Are Bullshit who has met approximately two gods in the flesh and literally every single prophecy said in his vicinity has come true.
Which is what amuses me about "well this guy in this book on this page said this about the history of Witchers so anything besides that isn't canon" when it's like. Bruh. Sorcerors lie to Geralt to get him to do what they want all the time. They're literally in the middle of lying to him when they say that. How do you know that's true? Geralt doesn't refute it but it's possible he doesn't know either. And he lies too, and he sometimes chooses to go along with a lie he's caught from someone else because he's interested to see the conclusion.
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catierambles · 1 year
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Feral Instincts Ch.8
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Pairing: The Rogue's Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)
WC 1115
Warnings: Some violence and heavy allusions to shapeshifting (nothing really graphic)
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She could hear them talking. Their voices drifting through the pain and the fevered haze, even as she slipped in and out of consciousness.
"She hasn't shifted yet." Sy said. "It's been three days and she hasn't shifted yet."
"I know." August said, "She should have by now, but something is keeping her from it."
"When she does," Geralt said, "What then?"
"I don't know." August said.
"And if she goes feral?" Walter asked and there was a moment of silence.
"I'll make it quick and painless."
Her eyes opened, smells, sights, sounds, everything more vivid. She could smell the night air through the open window, and smell their scents mingled in the room. She took in a deep breath through her nose and closed her eyes again, listening. August was in his room down the hall, Mike was in his, listening to music. Sy and Walter were in the living room watching a movie she didn't recognize, and Geralt was in his room. Opening her eyes again, she sat up, her body sore but her arm felt better than it had in days.
"This one, the others, you're not safe with them."
"And if she goes feral?" Getting out of bed, she pulled on her shirt, her heart starting to pound in her ears.
"Steph?" Mike was on the other side of the door and she looked at it, "Stephanie?" Going over to the window, she poked her head out of it. Not that far of a drop, but it was straight down.
"I'll make it quick and painless."
Swinging a leg through it, she ducked through the open window as the door eased open.
"Stephanie?" She dropped, hitting the ground in a crouch. "Stephanie!" She didn't wait, didn't stop, taking off at a run for the treeline. It was pitch dark but she could see with perfect clarity, her legs carrying her with a strength and speed she didn't have before. The night air and scents filled her lungs and a howling started in her mind, but it wasn't deafening like before, it was calming, soothing, and helped her focus. She could hear someone behind her, most likely Geralt as he would be able to track her scent. The wind shifted and she smelled him, but also the others, Sy to her right, August to her left, Walter running with Geralt. They were hunting her. A pack of wolves after a deer. Their scents changed, the sound of two feet hitting the ground becoming four paws. Made sense, they could move faster that way, track her more easily, and kill her quicker.
Her bones started shifting even as she still ran, her muscles tearing and reforming and she dropped to the ground, taking to all fours. It was painful, but also freeing, and she wondered if this was what being born felt like. The sights and smells became even more vivid as she ran, moving lithely through the trees, leaping over fallen logs and she stopped, retreating into an alcove created by a massive fallen tree, hiding herself in the shadows. 
She saw Geralt first, his pure white wolf with liquid gold eyes, his fur almost shining in the moonlight. He scented the air, his nose up, but the way she had doubled back and circled meant he couldn't pinpoint her location. Walter was next, a dark chocolate brown wolf with piercing blue eyes. August and Sy joined them, Sy's a russet brown and August's a pitch black, their glacial blue eyes glowing through the darkness. They were all primordially large, wolves that size not seen in thousands, if not millions, of years. They communicated with each other with yips and barks, Geralt huffing a sigh making August growl at him. They finally turned their backs on her and she took off, leaving them behind but hearing them chase after her.
These woods were unfamiliar to her, so she ran with no real destination in mind. Just "away". She ran out of forest, coming to a steep cliff face edging the mountains and she turned as they came through the trees, their bodies low and ears pinned back, lips pulled back from razor sharp teeth as they snarled and growled at her. An answering growl bubbled up her throat and she backed away from them as they advanced on her, waiting for one of them to make the first move.
It was Walter, leaping at her from her left and she ducked, making him sail overhead and she nipped at him, catching the back of his leg more in a warning than an actual attempt to injure. He still yipped in pain, stumbled through the brush to catch his footing. Sy was next, trying to take her low, but she leapt away, making him have to skid to a halt before he collided face first with the rocks.
August and Geralt circled her slowly, one pure white, one pure black, and she kept her head and ears at a swivel, watching and listening for any signs of an attack. August charged at her, but she charged back, ducking low at the last moment and sliding under him as he went to tackle her. She didn't have a moment of thought before Geralt collided with her side, sending her tumbling across the forest floor, the world spinning from the force at which he connected with her. She barely had time to get to her feet before he tackled her, pinning her to the ground with his teeth around her throat. She started to panic, kicking, trying to dislodge him, but he was too heavy, his bite too strong.
She was suddenly back again, the sticks and leaves digging into her skin as she lay face down on the ground, his teeth still latched at the back of her neck. Geralt released her and she felt the shift above her, his body pressing hers into the ground, just as nude as she was.
"Get off of me." She growled but he didn't move.
"Stephanie?" He growled, "Are you with us?"
"For gods sakes, you're fucking heavy! Get off!" He still didn't move and she felt him get closer, smelling along her neck and shoulders. A groan shook his chest and she felt him stir against her butt, making heat rush to her cheeks.
"Not an Omega." He said, his voice low and rough and her eyes closed as his lips touched her skin.
"Geralt?" It was Sy and her eyes opened, seeing that the others had shifted back as well, unabashedly nude.
"She's not an Omega." Geralt said again, his hips moving against her slightly and driving a gasp from her lips. "She's an Alpha."
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spielzeugkaiser · 1 year
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How about Shifter!Jaskier making the Rudolph story come true with a shiny red nose? 😂
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There we go! There was also a similiar ask by @penandinkprincess about reindeer!Jaskier but I did both of yours less humorous :')
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thedemonofcat · 13 days
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The day began like any other for Jaskier, waking up alone since Geralt had left him by the mountain's side. But something felt off; Jaskier realized he was significantly shorter than he remembered and had paws – he had turned into a cat by some strange twist of fate. In the blink of an eye, he was human again.
It appeared Jaskier had gained the ability to transform into animals, yet he had no control over the process. Spending a week as a cow, narrowly avoiding slaughter, was far from enjoyable. Sometimes, his transformations were incomplete, like sprouting a tail during a performance, causing utter embarrassment
Realizing he needed magical assistance, Jaskier sought help. However, luck wasn't on his side when he transformed into a goat, only to be purchased by a witcher bound for Kaer Morhen. During the winter there, Geralt was in for a surprise when the goat he intended to slaughter suddenly transformed into his bard.
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northern-passage · 1 year
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I assume you get a lot of questions of people asking if you have read/played witcher and if tnp is inspired by it, so instead can I annoy you with a different question?
Have you ever heard of the manga(or the unfinished anime) Claymore?
It's about an order of half mutant women who hunt Yoma(humanoid shapeshifters that prey on humans)
Due to having half yoma blood, their powers are very unstable and they can transform into creatures even more dangerous than the ones they hunt, the monster designs in the later parts of the story get very creative.
Not even asking if tnp draws any inspiration from it, just curious if you have ever heard of it.
ah yes.... my nemesis, the witcher...
i was just talking about this with someone the other day actually, i always find it interesting that people compare it to the witcher but no one ever says anything about grey wardens, which is actually where i got most of my inspiration from. it will probably become more obvious as the story continues... but i suppose the witcher did influence it in some way, just probably not in the way most people think... i could never get into it (sorry everyone i find geralt to be the most boring protagonist alive and could never connect with him) and i barely managed to get through even an hour of both the first and third games combined. tnp is kind of my response to a lot of the genre being quite boring and male-power-fantasy centric... so in that way, the witcher did inspire it, hahaha.
anyways, as for your question, i have not heard of it, actually! i can't say i'm a big fan of the human character designs (where are their organs and how is she lifting that sword with those twig arms) but to be fair i feel that way about a lot of animation in general when it comes to female designs. that being said i actually think the art style is pulled off better in the manga than in the anime, and i like the look of a lot of the monster designs. i really like whatever the hell is going on here:
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some of the designs remind me of H.R. Giger's work which i always love to see.
i don't really watch a lot of anime or read any manga, unfortunately. it's probably obvious that i have seen and read Fullmetal Alchemist, the way the hunter's transmuational alchemy works is directly inspired by it, but other than that i've only watched Cowboy Bebop and Wolf's Rain, which i both only saw when i was a teen.
thanks for telling me about this, i'll keep it in mind if i ever feel the itch to read some more manga. if nothing else i really liked checking out the art and the monsters :-)
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jaskierswolf · 2 years
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Hopalong
🍡anon prompted bunny!Jaskier for my Shifterverse!
I've decided to set this after Jaskier's A to Z of animals!
Rated: T Ship: Geraskier
On AO3
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Geralt wasn't sure why Jaskier had chosen the form he had. Kaer Morhen was cold, and after a few weeks of living there together, Jaskier was sure to have realised that. Most of the time he stayed as a wolf, or a bear, or something more suited to colder climates, only shifting to smaller animals when he wanted to snuggle up in Geralt's lap, and he would switch back as soon as he was done... but apparently today that just wasn't the case.
After exhausting himself from Lambert's game of ‘guess the animal’, Jaskier had settled on a rabbit once he'd regained his strength. It was an odd choice for the bard who loved to talk, and he wasn't able to express himself as clearly as when he was a wolf or a cat, but then again... perhaps that was why he'd chosen it. Even extroverts need a break from people every once in a while.
So Jaskier, in his recovery stage, had decided to hop around the very cold, draughty castle as a rabbit. It apparently didn't matter that the poor animals required considerably more warmth than Kaer Morhen was able to provide. The idiot couldn't have shifted into some kind of snowy bunny? No. That would have been too easy.
He was just your average, by the side of the path rabbit. His fur was more coppery than a usual bunny, and bright blue eyes peered up at Geralt, one ear half flopped in front of his face.
He was also shivering and stubbornly not shifting back. Geralt had suggested it, but Jaskier had just hopped off the bed and darted off down the corridor, leaving Geralt to chase him through the halls towards the kitchen. If someone had told him that he would spend his morning chasing his boyfriend-turned-rabbit through Kaer Morhen, then he would have laughed and told them they weren't blessed with the gift of prophecy.
When they made it into the kitchen, they were greeted by a wall of warmth. The fire was burning brightly in the hearth, and Vesemir was standing in the corner prepping the venison for their dinner, and he looked up when he saw Geralt enter the room. 
"Wolf," he grumbled, before getting back to his work. "What brings you here?" 
"Jaskier." 
As if to prove the point, Jaskier squeaked, hopping around Vesemir's legs before jumping up at his shins. 
"He's cold," Geralt added as Vesemir reached down to scoop up the rabbit, cradling Jaskier in his arms.
If Jaskier had been a cat, there was no doubt that he would be purring contentedly in Vesemir's arms, but as it was he leaned into the older witcher's chest, ears flopping as Vesemir scratched his head, and his blue eyes squeezed shut. Every so often his nose would scrunch up but he seemed to be shivering less already in the heat of the kitchen.
"A rabbit is an odd choice, pup," Vesemir chuckled at the rabbit in his arms, moving his fingers out of the way before Jaskier could bite him. "But I won't question your instincts. Fascinating really. All the options on the Continent, and you choose a rabbit. It's fascinating." 
Jaskier squeaked, hopping back onto the floor and pawing at Geralt's trouser legs until Geralt picked him up with a roll of his eyes. Out of all the witchers at Kaer Morhen, Vesemir's natural curiosity triggered Jaskier's anxieties more than anyone else. It was frustrating but Geralt could understand why. It was a witcher's job to know about the creatures of the Continent, and Jaskier defied all their expectations. He was truly unique. Thankfully, Vesemir had the decency to look sheepish as he moved across the kitchen to the pile of chopped carrots on the side.
"My apologies, pup," Vesemir hummed as he offered the carrot to Jaskier. 
The shifter's nose twitched and his head reached out to sniff the carrot before nibbling at it, and pulling the morsel into his mouth. 
"He'll be okay." Or at least, Geralt hoped he would be. Jaskier hadn't changed into a mouse this time, so that was a good sign. He'd merely retreated back into Geralt's arms, and it was an honour to be trusted even after all their travels together. "Do you want to stay in the kitchen, Jask?" 
The rabbit's tail wiggled and Geralt took that as a yes. There were chores to be done, but he figured it was alright to take a break for now. The wall could wait for tomorrow.
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inexplicifics · 9 months
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Hey Inex! First off, love your AWAU series, I've re-read it a few times now since it's one of my go-to fics/series to read when I have nothing else or don't feel like dipping my toe into a new/old fandom. Second, you are the only Witcher author that I follow on this hellsite so when this plot bunny came to me during/after work, I immediately thought to share it with you.
Geraskier The Cat Returns AU. Geralt saves cat prince!Jaskier from being run over by a carriage or eaten by a monster and now has a feline tag-along that talks to him when there aren't any people around. Eventually, Jaskier manages to gain a human shape since Geralt can't go to the Cat Kingdom without turning into a cat himself. He still turns into his cat form when he wants extra pampering though.
Oh this is delightful! Geralt would get to pet a cat, and Jaskier as a cat shapeshifter makes ever so much sense!
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fangirleaconmigo · 2 years
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Ok which I Can’t Believe it’s not Fanon witcher book facts do you guys want next?
Reply, send me an ask, let me know. Ideas not on this list are welcome too. I’m gonna start another post tomorrow so let me know which one I should do.
A shapeshifter reads Geralt’s mind then turns into Jaskier to protect himself.
Geralt and Jaskier share clothes.
Geralt and Jaskier share beds.
Geralt plays it cool, but secretly he loves Jaskier’s voice.
Geralt drops everything to protect Jaskier in the first sign of danger, even when there are other people to protect.
Jaskier is the embodiment of this tweet:
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And if you’ve missed the series so far, here is a good place to start.
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