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the-doctor-3000 · 9 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 {The Witcher x F!Reader}

1: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 (pt. 1)

The chirping of birds woke the nineteen-year-old y/n up. She cracked her eyes open, having a difficulty to do so due to the light of the sun, and found herself laying in a forest. She sat up slowly, clenching the pendant that was hanging around her neck tightly and looked around in sheer confusion.

How did she even end up here? She was on a mission with her siblings. Knowing that it didn't include the woods. She quickly searched around for her stuff. She had her seraph blade, her stele was on her jacket's pocket along with a sensor and her witchlight stone. She stood up on her feet with a small stumble and continued to look at her surroundings confused.

The air was clearer, deprived of pollution. It was nice but scary too.

Where was she? Had she been teleported there and how?

Not expecting to get any answers from just standing there and staring, she walked her way out of the forest. Or at least tried to. No sign of a city but a small village. Too medieval-like for her own liking.

Hopefully the mundanes were just filming a movie with that theme. As she approached, her nostrils picked up some unpleasant smells which caused her to gag in disgust.

It smelled worse than a farm or litter boxes. She had been to villages before but none of them smelled like that.

She went pass a few locals, all of them dressed in medieval styled peasant clothing, and some gave her some odd looks while others minded their own business. Y/n's brows furrowed. She looked around, expecting to see some cameramen filming the entire thing or the staff.

She saw none.

What she did see was a cart, drawn by two piebald mares. She tilted her head to the side as she cautiously followed and examined the people on it.

Three. The driver. Nothing too unusual for the theme of the movie - if it was a movie; he was wearing sheepskin over his bare skin and his hair reached his brows. Next to him sat another man; that one was slim, he was wearing a fancy bonnet with a heron's feather decorating it. She noticed that he was holding a lute. A troubadour, she mentally noted.

Her eyes trailed to the man next to him. He was skinny, unhealthy pale and had milky loose hair. What she could make of his appearance from the far back was that he was a warrior of sorts.

She didn't know what but there was something about that man that piqued her interest. If her brothers were there they would be able to restrain her from going off to satisfy her curiosity. Her sister, though, would go along with her.

The white haired male spoke to the driver and he brought the horses to a halt. Y/n didn't know why but she felt like the white haired man could tell that she was following them.

Her suspicion was confirmed as he jumped out of the cart, daggers on each side and a steel sword on the back, and approached her.

She came to a halt as she gasped instinctively. His face. She had seen worse but there was something unsettling about him. His eyes were frightening and cat-like and there was something about him. . . Cold and threatening.

Her fingers tried to reach for her blades but he spoke. "Why are you following us?"

His voice was just as unsettling as the rest of his appearance. It was very unpleasant and hoarse. Y/n never had encountered anyone like him. She had seen things and yet this man made her feel afraid.

Why? She had killed demons, a man with a disturbing appearance should be nothing compared to her previous encounters.

He asked her again. More demanding but still calm. "Well?"

She flinched but finally found her voice. "I am sorry." She apologised and thought that the truth would be the best answer. "I am new around. . . . here and you three looked like an interesting bunch. Would it, ah, be alright to tag along until I find a way back?"

He seemed to think about it. His inhuman eyes stared into hers as if he were examining her. "Where are you from?"

"Manhattan, New York."

He arched a white brow. "Come again? Is this a new kind of joke?"

"Why would---? Listen, if you don't know where it is then just say so." She said, irritation building its way to her chest. "Don't have to act as if it doesn't exist."

"That's because it doesn't. Never heard of such place."

The seriousness in his tone made it difficult for y/n to tell whether he was messing with her or not. She crossed her arms over her torso, trying to keep a straight face and mask her worry. "Then where exactly am I?"

"Near Lower Posada, Dol Blathanna."

She barked a laugh. "Okay okay! That's creative but, for real, where am I?"

"Do I look like someone who is joking?"

Her hair went up like wires and a chill went down her spine. She croaked nervously, "Probably not."

There was a long silence between. The man's travelling companions were observing this interraction from afar, seeming quite interested to see how this would evolve. The bard was the most intrigued by it out of the two. Y/n avoided making eye contact with the man standing in front of her, her gaze was fixated on the medallion around his neck. It was made out of silver and had the shape of a wolf's head.

The longer she thought about it the more scared she became that maybe she was indeed in another universe and/or time period. Everything looked far too real, they smelled like it too, to be just a film production and the actors decided to mess with her.

Then it hit her. How could he, a mundane, see her? The glamour should have made it impossible unless, of course, he wasn't human himself but he didn't look like any of the Downworlders she had known of. The only distinct feature about him which only fit the warlocks' was his eyes, which were cat-like, but she could tell that he wasn't one. Mostly due to the fact that he was carrying weapons and, as far as she knew, warlocks needn't any of those. Not when they had their magic.

She gathered up some courage and spoke, "Do you---" She cut herself, thinking carefully of her next words and tried to make eye contact without flinching. Her mother and father always told her to stare someone in the eyes when speaking or else it would make her seem like a fool. "Is it alright to stay with you until I figure a way to return to my home? I promise that I won't get in the way of whatever it is that you are doing."

He crossed his arms over his chest. "And what is that you think I'm doing?"

Y/n shrugged. "Don't know and don't care. It's not my business either way as long as you don't cause any trouble that is."

"Hm."

He just hummed. No comment or any reply, just a hum. Y/n didn't know what to make of that guy but she followed him when he nodded for her to do so. They went to the cart and there was yet again an uneasy silence.

"I'm y/n Lightwood, by the way." She introduced herself to him, with a smile, hoping to at least learn his name. When he didn't respond, she quickly added. "Sorry if I crossed over any boundaries. It's just that people usually tell their names when they make an acquaintance." No response still. "So, ah, what's your name?"

"Geralt of Rivia."

"Geralt of Rivia." She tested his name, mispronouncing it completely, sounding like 'Jerald'. She noticed from the corner of her eye, his scarred eye twitching a little.

At least she got a reaction.

Not wanting to make things worse, she decided not to speak any further. When they reached the cart, the troubadour was the first one to acknowledge her.

"Ah! And who is your feminine friend, Geralt?" The bard asked, his cornflower blue eyes though were fixated on her.

He seemed pleasant, he looked like it too. His attitude so far was also friendly. She gave him a small smile, "I'm y/n. Y/n Lightwood."

As Geralt climbed on the cart, the bard hopped out. He took her hand and gingerly planted a kiss on the back of. "Charmed. I am Master Dandilion! A poet, a minstrel and a bard."

She chuckled, her cheeks flushing red a little. "Yeah, I got that. The lute gave it away."

"Would you be interested in hearing one of my ballads, my fair lady?"

An exasperated groan came from Geralt. Y/n was yet again curious but also bored.

"Music is the perfect way to pass the time while driving, so yeah!" She said with a warm smile gracing her features.

Dandilion beamed with joy.

She climbed the cart, Dandilion followed, and she was inbetween him and Geralt. The driver did not question her and continued. Y/n continued paying attention to Dandilion, too scared or uncomfortable to look at Geralt.

Disclaimer: I don't own the The Witcher nor the pictures/gifs, all credit goes to the original creators. This is a crossover between the Witcher and the Shadowhunter Chronicles. This will be based on the books and *not* the Netflix series and the story will be according to the books (though I'll add some scenes of my own and/or change some things in order for the mc to fit in the story).

This fanfiction will be also published on quotev.

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jepeuxpasjairoleplay · 28 days

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Entre deux tentatives d'écrire un rp, j'aime bien passer du temps sur des jeux vidéos. En ce moment, je suis à fond sur The Witcher 3. En plus d'être le jeu qui m'a laissé la plus grande sensation de vide à la fin de la quête principale, c'est aussi le jeu où je ne m'étonne même plus de m'être fait poutrer la gueule par le Grand Méchant Loup, les Trois Petits Cochons et Raiponce. (DLC Blood And Wine)

#j'adore jouer à des trucs mille ans après tout le monde #jeux vidéos #the witcher 3

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underthe-shadows · 2 months

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UNDER THE SHADOWS. (projet rpg médiéval fantasy)

tw : mention de conflits politiques, mention de guerre, mention de morts, séparation des classes.

Un Conclave pour tous les unir, voilà ce qu’ils s’étaient tous répétés lorsqu’ils avaient accosté sur l’île d’Halamshiral, au cœur même des terres religieuses. Voilà ce que la Divine souhaitait leur offrir, une chance de s’unir, de mettre fin aux terribles maux qui affligent les cours des Seelies, des Unseelies et des Humains. Elle avait fait venir les membres les plus éminents du Monde Connu. Et malgré la neutralité apparente de l'île d’Halamshiral, l’atmosphère était tendue. Le conclave devait se tenir en huis clos, pour une durée d’une semaine.

Il n’aura duré que deux jours.

Personne ne sait vraiment ce qu’il s’est produit, mais le monde s’est mis à trembler, comme mille ans auparavant. La tour divine a explosé, ravagée par les fruits d’une magie infernale, d’une science immorale ou de l’intervention d’une divinité funeste. Personne n’en sait réellement la cause. Ce qui est sûr cependant, c’est qu’une brèche s’est ouverte, détruisant tous celles et ceux qui se trouvaient à proximité. Des horreurs sans noms sont sorties des décombres. Plus terribles encore que les monstres qui peuplaient déjà les différentes contrées du Monde Connu, des démons. Aujourd’hui, les esprits s’échauffent, perdus entre la terreur et le désir de combattre l’apocalypse imminente. Mais les hostilités entre chaque nation règnent et l’union ne semble plus à l’ordre du jour.

Dans les contrées Unseelies de l’Empire de Vesperia le tonnerre gronde, alors qu'on célèbre les funérailles de l'Empereur Rajesh, décédé lors du Conclave. Si sa mort bouleverse les Fay Unseelies, les Humains eux, y voient l'occasion de se défaire possiblement de l'emprise de leurs bourreaux. Des vents de révolte se lèvent aux quatre coins des différentes régions de l'empire, tandis qu'au loin, des brèches vomissant des monstres s'ouvrent un peu partout à l'Est.

Mais le fer résonne au sein des Terres Libres, le dernier territoire de Vesperia non sujet à l'autorité impériale. Les démons accourent sur le territoire, sévissent dans certains villages et cités libres. Ils courroucent les mers et engendrent de sombres nuits chaotiques. Le Cercle des Traqueurs se bat corps et âme contre ces monstruosités venus d'âges oubliés, tandis que les humains se découvrent peu à peu changés par les effets des brèches. Les éclats d'une guerre tonnent cependant à la frontière avec Vesperia, tandis qu'on murmure qu'une rébellion contre les Fay Unseelies se prépare. Certains se demandent s'ils doivent venir en aide à ceux restés aux mains des bourreaux, ou s'ils doivent continuer à détourner le regard.

Au cœur même du royaume de Mythralis, la cour des Seelies referme ses portes qu’elle avait jadis laissées ouvertes aux humains. Par méfiance ou par besoin de se retrouver, les récents évènements les ont poussés à se renfermer sur eux-mêmes afin de trouver un moyen de se protéger des brèches, mais également des changements soudains qui semblent doter les humains d'une énergie nouvelle. Seul royaume qui n’est pas encore touché par les brèches, Mythralis cherche à devenir une forteresse imprenable, un endroit où les ombres n’ont pas leur place.

— LES INFORMATIONS les inspirations — Les inspirations sont diverses et variées, et proviennent de plusieurs univers de fantasy, de folklore et de jeux de rôles. On retrouve par exemple des inspirations tirés de la saga The Witcher, des jeux vidéos Dragon Age, du folklore féérique et des cours Seelies et Unseelies, ainsi que de l’univers de Game of Thrones.

les espèces jouables — Vous aurez le choix entre trois espèces pour vos personnages. Les Fay (appartenant soit à la Cour Seelie, soit Unseelie), les Humains et les Demi-Fay. Ces trois espèces possèdent toutes leur propres particularités, que ce soit dans leur pouvoirs, leurs capacités ou leur culture.

la magie — La magie est inhérente au Monde Connu et certains êtres qui peuplent ses terres en sont pourvus. Il existe plusieurs types de magie, allant de la plus commune magie élémentaire à des magies plus sombres comme la magie nécrotique. Selon l'espèce de votre personnage, il vous sera possible de choisir entre six types de magie. Ces types de magie se déclineront sous la forme d'arbres de compétences, permettant ainsi à chacun de pouvoir personnaliser un peu plus votre personnage.

les intrigues — Le forum aura une intrigue globale (actuellement, il s’agit des brèches) qui avancera au fur et à mesure. Il s’agit donc d’une intrigue qui concerne tout le monde et qui aura des répercussions globales. Le monde connu est cependant vaste et possède de nombreux territoires. Pour cette raison, chaque nation possède également ses propres subplots, qui avanceront selon les plots mis en place par le staff mais également ceux créés de toute pièce par les membres.

recherche de staff — Nous sommes actuellement deux sur le projet, (stēllāris et @iratze-mia) mais nous voudrions agrandir l'équipe pour permettre au projet de prospérer et d'avancer plus rapidement. Si toutes ces informations vous plaisent et que vous avez envie de nous rejoindre dans l'aventure, n'hésitez pas à envoyer un message sur ce compte.

Si le projet vous intéresse, n'hésitez pas à vous abonner à ce blog pour être tenu au courant de l'avancement et des nouveautés !

crédits des icons : lunarghost.

#projet rpg #fantasy rpg #forum rpg #projet forum #rpg fantastique #the witcher #dragon age #game of thrones #fae folk #french rpg #contexte

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the-ninth-moon · 5 days

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𝟿𝔱𝔥 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫 𝔰𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤

Instant pub, les ami·es. Car 9th moon, c'est la maison, un forum rpg med-fan cosy à la commu a-do-rable. Des inspirations à la frontière entre the witcher, bottero, lotr, the fitz and the fool. On attend plus que v o u s. Je vous présente ici quelques recherches, magnifiées par les icons de memory card VIII.

🗨️ 𝔴𝔢 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔞 𝔣𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝑦. ( Lil, 1f )

attendue par Nelis et Jasper Aurdoza.

Rêveuse, elle en avait le caractère avant d'embrasser le pouvoir de l'imagination et du dessin. [...] Elle a disparu depuis ce début d'année, sans qu'on sache si c'est un enlèvement.

🔥 𝔡 𝔦 𝔳 𝔦 𝔫 𝔢 𝔬𝔯𝔭𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔰. ( m ; f ; n ; 1 / 5 )

KEYWORDS. orphan, gosses comme des armes, chaos, f i m j i r, sorcellerie, sacrifices, flames. attendu·es par Elio, Nithya, Morwen et Ashara.

L'orphelinat d i v i n e, murs éclatés aux froideurs noctambules, le brasier toujours avivé aux abords du jardin, les cris des gamins qui se sont tus. Il y a là quête d'une armée, gosses récupéré·es sur les bords de la route, esseulé·es, éperdu·es, qui finissent par se vautrer dans le silence et la peur, avant les ardeurs de la mort.

🌙 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯. ( 2f )

(en cours) KEYWORDS. famille, troubled peace, soldats, gathering storm, équilibre attendues par Beren Azantys.

The Moon. f 50yo+ ;; Elle est la glace, il est le feu. Elle est son phare dans la tempête, celle qui le raccroche aux choses essentielles. Il doute parfois, Beren. Elle, jamais. The Star. f 25yo ;; Tempérament flamboyant, petite fille devenue jeune femme. Son père éprouve des difficultés à la laisser voler de ses propres ailes. Il veut la protéger, elle le défie.

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 𝔭𝔬𝔲𝔡𝔯𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔦𝔯𝔢. ( m ; f ; n )

KEYWORDS. dark flames, cœur de lion, homme de l'ombre, secret lies. attendu·e pa Ringer Bellona.

Il garde le corps et les cœurs, ombre parmi les ombres, la plus loyale de toutes, celle qui a tout vu, tout compris, tout acquis, sans pour autant avoir pris parti. Le laëris est connu pour son goût prononcé pour les secrets et la droiture.

🗯️ 𝔲𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔫 𝔣𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝑦. ( 2m )

KEYWORDS. famille dysfonctionnelle, laeris, politique, riche, âmes en peine, rage, docilité attendu·es par Iris Dragan.

Père. m 50yo+ ;; Homme riche, statut élevé, il a pourtant fait un mariage d'amour. Sa femme, c'était son joyaux, sa lumière. [...] Retrouvailles... Elle, libre et lui, ivre de rage qu'elle soit partie. Jumeau. m 31yo ;; Iris et lui étaient proche, fusionnels. Et puis, elle l'a abandonné. Juste une note dans son lit pour lui dire au revoir. Parce que ça aurait été trop dur pour eux deux. Elle ne sait pas s'il lui en veut, aujourd'hui. Peut-être. Il en aurait le droit.

#forum rpg #projet forum rpg #forum francophone #jdr #med-fan #pub rpg #recherche de pré-liens #forum rpg francophone

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pyrstoyskanlaake · 1 year

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Huomasin eilen unessa et se oli unta koska taustalla soi Toss a coin to your witcher mut ne sanat oli "Dont show your groin to a stickler, young machiavelli".Että sellasta mun pääkopassa.

#suomitumblr #suomipaskaa #suomiposti #suomitumppu #saatana #vittu #perkele #vittusaatana #suomiperkele #oudot unet #mitä vittua #witcher

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oluruvar · 4 months

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Ya abimin yokluğunda çeşit çeşit oyun deneyeyim diyordum ama ben bu ark illetini bi türlü salamadım. Şimdi elden ring indiriyorum, yine bi heyecan bastı. Dün de witcher 3 indirmiştim. Onlara başlıycam, hangisi sararsa ordan devam edicem ama arkı da bırakabileceğimi hiç sanmıyorum. Ay ne güzel dertler bunlar ya bak görüyo musun maşallahh

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twiststreet · 7 months

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Saw people listing their 20 favorite games-- I'm mulling around my apartment and having a hard time connecting two thoughts together in a row, so here's mine, in order from best to worst:

Kentucky Route 0

inside

Yakuza 0

Neuromancer (1988)

Metal Gear Solid 2

Stardew Valley

The Last of Us 2

Baldur's Gate 3

Journey

Grand Theft Auto 3: Vice City

Disco Elysium

Save the Date

Lode Runner (1983)

Bionic Commando (NES)

Mass Effect 2

Metal Gear Solid 3

The Witcher 3

Wordle

Final Fantasy 7

Persona 5

I think they're all pretty imperfect (especially once you get in that 15-20 range)--

Persona 5-- depressingly undermined by the team's severe homophoba-- it's not a happy deal, but I'm into "games as tourism" and Persona 5 is the best one of those that isn't a Yakuza game;

Mass Effect 2-- dork shit-- more interesting structurally than in its actual content, its "story" structure;

Witcher 3, more interesting in design than play for me, the craft of its quest writing;

Final Fantasy 7-- just a lame choice, especialy since real fans say the earlier games or Tactics are better, etc. but I'm not a fan of the series or the game so much as just that particular experience-- plus, I still dig the blocky low-poly designs, actually, but;

Vice City probably hasn't aged well and was surpassed by its sequels in certain respects-- that's more just vibes and soundtrack than anything else;

Baldur's Gate 3-- obviously recency bias, and it really has an extremely unsatisfying last 5 minutes-- I wanted it to have a Witcher 3-style ending and it very, very much doesn't. Frustrating considering how much else I felt they did right!

Worldle just kind of a son of a bitch sometimes;

I could've put on more Kojima games easily-- first Metal Gear could've gone on there, Death Stranding too, but.

But that's my list.

#man is the deadliest game

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