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spielzeugkaiser · 9 months
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The ages in this show!! I have made some jokes about this before, but it gets me - with aging Ciri up and bringing her closer to Jaskiers age when they meet I can not help but draw parallels. Like Geralt bonded way differently with both of them (which makes sense because Ciri has been his Child surprise since birth and Jaskier just randomly turned up one day and followed him like a puppy) but it's so funny to me. also I'm 100% sure Jaskier was horny as fuck from the beginning so there was a whole different vibe from the get go
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the-third-bard · 10 months
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The fact that jaskier had to explicitly state that his and geralt's relationship is purely platonic is really funny
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rustys-lodge · 9 months
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His ward.
Summary : Sherlock notices a few changes in you. It's sleep, nutrition and....Other things. You're just simply not okay. What's he going to do about that ?
warnings : Talk about lack of nutrition, a bit of angst, as well as poor behavior caused by lack of sleep. And one mention of physical assault.
A/N : First sherlock fic ! yaaay ! I'm so excited to add a new fandom to the Masterlist . So, as some of you might notice, the scene's the same. Just a few changes of my own to fit the story better. And a much better ending that I'm sure a lot of us wanted !! 😂 For those that don't know the scene. Here it is.
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"Did i ask you for advice ? I found you on the street. Drunk."
The man froze, turning to face you in a defeating manner.
"Now what may I observe about you ?"
You shook your head. "We're not playing this game."
Let's rewind a few hours back...Where Sherlock was...standing like a crab, balancing himself to not fall drunken face down on the ground. If you hadn't found him and brought him home....You'd say he would've ended up dead, somewhere in a garbage can.
Now Sherlock, thinks otherwise. Mister great detective says it is he, who helped you. How ? God knows how....
He is also saying you should leave....Which...You don't agree with. He needs the help. His place is a mess. he needs cleaning. He needs someone to help him organize the chaos that he's living in...He needs-
"Your eyes are redder than redder than wine." Sherlock started and you take a step back. "You're much slower than you usually are."
"Like you know what i usually am like, Sherlock." Accusations spilled out of your lips, but Sherlock ignores them, simultaneously talking ober you and analyzing you.
"Your face has lost it's color and your wounds are healing very slow."
"You're one to talk, look at you, your hair's more messed up than a-
"And then there's the irritability, you are less-"
"Stop !" Your index found itself inches away from Sherlock's face. And he stops.
"And then there's your nails." Sherlock's voice decreased into a soft tone, yet the sternness was still there. And before you could move your finger away, his hand reached for it. "Your nails are brittle."
You yanked your hand away at his response. "They are n-"
"I wasn't in such a state as to not see that, Y/N." Sherlock leaned closer to your face, the glare in his eyes freezing you in place. And then he kept on blabbering as he walked away from you. And you couldn't help but insult him back concurrently . "You're neither sleeping nor eating. Why is that ?"
Your throat dried up as his words emerged louder and louder. "Sherlock, you- You-How did you-"
"And." Your brother lifted up his arm. God damn it.... "Your neck is red. Someone has gripped it or held a knife against.." a shaky breath replaced that last little word as realization hit Sherlock, his features emulsifying into a state of shock...
Or was it anger ?
Your hand instantly flew up to cover your neck as your gaze darted to the ground. You couldn't help but think about the product of the aftermath. And as the silence grew louder, the images started-
"Are you involved in something dangerous ?" Sherlock broke the silence. Finally. And you glanced away. "Because you are still my ward." Steps grew closer and a second after that, you found yourself towered over by him.
Your foot staggered back. You...You don't n-need him.
"If you need my help, my offer remains on the table." A soft command is what it was...And you couldn't help but thi- "Don't be so desperate to prove yourself, Y/n."
You faltered, scoffing. Is that was he thought it was ? It was that....But did he have to say it ?
"I am not desperate." A fake spark of triumph electrified you. And you found yourself turning on your heels. "And i don't need your- or anyone's hel-"
"Not so fast."
You turned around, somewhat thrilled. "What ?" You spa out.
You might've gotten thrilled. But that doesn't mean you were going to show that to him ?
Your brother threw a glance at you before his gaze fell down. His giant slumped shoulders gave away the desperation and the deceit he was feeling.
Your heart stung at the sight of it.
"What ?" You repeated yourself, a bit louder. Impatience was growing thicker in you. You....Yo-
"If you insist my help is not needed, than i will serve you a plate and i shall observe you e-"
What ? "No!" He can't do that to you !! you're not a pet !
Sherlock raised his hand, motioning for you to stop. "To make sure you are well nurt-"
"No. No." But his attempt to defend himself failed, as you cut him off again, shaking your head violently. How could you not ?? What kind of suggestion is that-
"And you'll sleep here tonight. And then tomorrow you're free to...Not ever come back."
His words pierced through your heart.
"No."
"Okay." Sherlock condensed. And you squinted your eyes at his mischievous s- "Then you're not going anywhere."
There is it ! You...You knew it. Rolling your eyes at him, you tilted your head back as frustration swept over you. "No."
"I'm sorry. But"
"No" You shrugged, turning on your heels. You were not having any of it. Not the accusations, not the suggestion...Nothing. And Sherlock was quite different from Mycroft...He was gentler, sweeter. More loving. That meant : His opinion doesn't matter. After all, who's h-
"Hey !"
You flinched at the sudden yell that echoed through the room. Sherlock's voice was consumed by anger. Hoarse and low, the yell only made whimper unconsciously...And you thanked god your brother was far enough not to hear it. He better not have heard it...
"But Sherlock i-You can't withhold me h-"
"I am not withholding you, sister, I am only seeking your safety and your well-being." The detective's voice simmered down again, almost mirroring yours. The only difference is that you sounded almost weak. He sounded...collected.
"I-"
"If." Sherlock's voice filled the room again. "you do step out of that door, the consequences of that will be solely your responsibility to bear." The softness in his voice sent chills down your spine, as behind it hid a dark pitch that...You weren't sure you wanted to hear again.
With two fingers slightly curved around the door handle, your eyes dart from handle to Sherlock....You reconsidered....Stay and risk him finding out ?(Choice 1) Or Leave and risk...Whatever he has in mind for you ?(Choice 2)
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Tell me which choice would you choose ? if anobody wants to be tagged for part 2 tell me. ❤❤❤🌹🌹🌹
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ellieslittleburrow · 4 months
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Geralt Headcanons
Painrings : Geralt of rivia x daughter/ Geralt x platonic! Reader
Warnings : none
A/N : hello peeps, i tried my best to make them broader and not just limit them to father daughter stuff, we can turn one of them into a little ficcie if desired. Alsoo Comments are much much appreciated. Enjoyyy 🥀
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You and Geralt had found each other on destiny's commands. It wasn't easy, suddenly being under somebody's wing, having to trust them and listen to them.
Whenever danger was felt, Geralt would place a hand on your shoulder, his own little protective move, prepared for whatever's about to come.
When you're out in a market or somewhere he deems to be dangerous, he makes sure to always be somewhere behind you. No matter how far you get away, he's always somewhere close watching over you.
After a few of your nightly freakouts, Geralt offered up a little spot beside him every night. He doesn't order you to come over. He doesn't ask if you want to come over. He just settles down on whatever bed he's sleeping on and puffs up a little pillow he keeps beside him. If it's a whole seperate room. Then the same line is growled :"I'll keep my door open in case i am needed."
A boy smiles at you and the witcher is there to smile back. Not in a possessive way. Not in a she is untouchable kind of way. Just a simple smile, to assert his threatening presence. A smile that says if she is hurt, you're fucked.
Mornings are your least favorite time of the day. Geralt is always at the foot of your bed, gently swinging your foot left and right, in an attempt to wake you up. It surely annoys you but it's not until he grabs your wrist and pulls it upwards that you start getting annoyed. And then comes the full pull, when he grabs you from under the armpits and drags you out. You groan in unpleasentness but let go anyways.
Late nights are for sure your favorites, though. Just a grumpy old guy running after you and pleading for you to go to sleep. You dodge his reaching arm, giggling at his frowning features. He growls your name and sighs, giving up. And you just stand awkwardly, triumph radiating out of you.
What you reeeally dislike, though, is those little fights you and Geralt have about your future and your training. Him not wanting you to get in harm's way. You doing everything possible to get in harm's way. He yells at you. You never ended up crying or anything like that. You just bottled it up and sat in your little corner, getting slowly eaten up by the deafening silence that reigns the space. But then one of you breaks it. And everything slowly goes back to normal.
All in all, life with the witcher is not easy. But how could you deny the warmth that coated your broken heart, the warmth that filled it with love. The warmth that filled it with the father, brother, protector that you never had.
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End of poem. I could never use such methodology for my own school work, goddammit. Anyway, i hope yall like this ❤️❤️❤️🥀🥀🥀
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jaskiercommabard · 7 months
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Just thinking about Geralt of Rivia and all the things he thought he couldn't be
Just thinking about "Geralt Roger Eric du Haute-Bellegarde"
Just thinking about Geralt learning and using an accent that didn't belong to him for the rest of his life so people would trust him
Just thinking about Geralt wanting to be a hero
Just thinking about Geralt becoming the Butcher of Blaviken
Just thinking about Geralt becoming the White Wolf
Just thinking about Geralt being the same man through all of that
Just thinking about Geralt being fundamentally and irrevocably changed by all of that
Just thinking about Geralt finding out that his name is the one Visenna gave him
Just thinking about Geralt being knighted by Queen Meve thus legitimizing the name he gave himself
Just thinking about how Geralt feels choiceless and yet creates himself
Just thinking about how Geralt feels fundamentally alone and yet is created by those around him
Just thinking about Geralt being so completely formed by a world he thinks he stands outside of
Just thinking!! About Geralt!!
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brokkolili · 2 years
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~ toss a coin to your witcher ~
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shanastoryteller · 1 year
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Happy holiday seasons! Something about jaskier being the equivalent of the Beyonce of the continent (geraskier, yeraskier?) Also thoughts on Liam Hemsworth as the new Geralt? Love you! <3
a continuation of 1
Yennefer is in the middle of the very important work of schmoozing her way into a baron’s good graces when Jaskier and his husband enter the ballroom.
(Geralt had irritated her the last time they’d crossed paths so she’s currently only referring to him as Jaskier’s husband to his face. He secretly loves it, but it does cause a bunch of annoying questions for him that he hates, so it’s still a net win as far as she’s concerned.)
The baron gapes. “Is that – surely it can’t be – the bard Jaskier?”
There are more excited titterings around the ballroom, everyone looking at Jaskier with the hungry gazes that she wanted them to direct towards her. Rude.
“Yennefer!” Jaskier shouts, crossing the room to her side, Geralt trailing a half step behind.
“You know him?” the baron demands incredulously.
She’s a sorceress of almost limitless power and he’s impressed because she’s crossed paths with a bard. This has to be some sort of curse.
“We were looking for you, we could use some of you help with some, um, stuff.” He darts a look back at husband then looks at her meaningfully, as if she wasn’t perfectly capable of picking up his incredibly unsubtle hint herself. Geralt just looks resigned, and a little grumpier than normal, which means he really does need help. Anything that can get a witcher – especially Geralt – looking for help can’t mean anything good.
“It’s an honor to meet you,” the baron says, shoving her to the side to grasp Jaskier’s hand and shake it eagerly. “Are you available to play? We’d love to hear you. We can pay of course, and we have accommodations for you and your companion, if you’re interested. Even just one song would be wonderful.”
They already have live music. What’s the big deal? Just because he can carry a tune doesn’t mean he warrants all this.
Jaskier is pointedly not looking at her and doing his best not to smile, which absolutely means he knows what this is doing to her and finds it hilarious. “If Lady Yennefer can be persuaded to help my companion, then I suppose I can be persuaded to play.”
The baron turns his big pleading eyes onto her, paying her more attention than he has the whole night.
She mentally denotes Jaskier to Geralt’s husband.
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gothiethefairy · 7 months
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there should be more blind!jaskier aus, mostly bc the idea of everyone giving geralt shit for abandoning a blind man on top of a dangerous mountain is kinda funny
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BLOCKING s3 vol. 1 haters on sight i am. blocking you all ON FUCKING SIGHT!!! last season we had to deal with eskel being turned into a goddamn fucking tree and then wolf food and now with the MOST fun and MOST enjoyable and LEAST Actively Pissing On The Books season of twn since literally season one that came out before the FUCKING PANDEMIC you wanna HATE??? not having it NOT having it. we literally have the "jaskier being ciris fun uncle" content we craved post-s1 for three years and Geralt literally called him "jask" and you wanna be MEAN???? NOT on my feed no sir
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paperback-rascal · 1 year
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Drinking alone is as bad as shitting in company. -Zoltan Chivay
@eskelhashugetitties called to action artists, that are fans of The Witcher and God of War to create some crossover fanworks. Since I'm a fan of both, I decided to answer a call and draw something to fill the void, I didn't know I felt all this time!
That's the first idea that came to my mind -> Zoltan and Brok being drinking buddies... with Sindri being both mortified and a bit... jealous of drunken shenanigans of his brother and the "other" dwarf.
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Brok and Zoltan sing one of the best The Witcher fan songs called "Ploughing a troll" by Miracle of Sounds.
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The suggestive lyrics, telling a story of forbidden love between a farmer and a she-troll, just scream drunk dwarves having fun!
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God Of War (franchise) © Santa Monica Studio
The witcher saga (books) © Andrzej Sapkowski + The Witcher trilogy (video games) © CDProjektRED
Ploughing a troll © Miracle of Sounds
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teatitty · 7 days
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Was showing some TW3 Lambert scenes to Rae tonight and it's soooo cute that he's such an emotional drunk. Depending on dialogue choices, you can have a scene play out where Geralt's like "you know you're like a little brother to me right?" And Lambert goes "[voice cracking] Why would you say that to me? I'm gonna cry. Come here" and as he moves in for a hug he knocks the empty wine bottle to the floor and just shatters it everywhere ruining the moment asfrtdfgt they're all such a fucking mess
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horsedadgeralt · 1 year
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fandom-junk-drawer · 8 months
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Jaskier i Yennefer vs. polskie pierogi | Wiedźmin | Netflix
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The way she just so casually called him "babe"!
And he just takes her pierogi, giving off the younger brother vibes even though he's 7 years older than Anya!
They are adorable!
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not-your-bro · 7 months
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need a version of blood & wine where regis abstains from alcohol like he does in the books, so he and geralt can have a revised end-of-dlc campfire conversation that's like
regis: this moonlight makes me oh so dreamy…
geralt, drunk off his ass: dreamy bout what? waitwait lemme guess. WOMEN
regis: no, no. i was thinking about… [gazes longingly at geralt] oh, how anything can look interesting when properly lit
geralt: [hiccups] girl you're drunk as hell
regis:
regis: geralt i'm drinking tea
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essskel · 1 year
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Something is rotten in the state of Cintra
Ciri of Cintra and Hamlet of Denmark and murdered parents and men who sit on thrones in the house you grew up in who you hate hate hate
ID in alt. Lineart below the cut.
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bamf-jaskier · 1 year
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"So I went up to the Koreth Mountains and mined myself some fire ore, smelted it down and added my sweet Gwen's ashes to it. Then me and Gwen went hunting."
BROTHER DEATH (CALLAN) + MELDOF
The Witcher: Blood Origin - Of Warriors, Wakes, and Wondrous Worlds: Ep 3
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