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khaleesi-rose · 10 months
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💜Yennefer of Vengerberg inspired outfit details💜
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logarithmicpanda · 2 years
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Orbit is releasing new covers of the Witcher and I want Yen to step on me
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lucy-ghoul · 2 years
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you're reading the witcher!!!
Yes!! Only two books left (I'm currently reading the third main novel). I'm enjoying it very much 👀
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chocochipclaire · 1 year
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kestrel and ugly duckling
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patroclusdefencesquad · 10 months
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her best look this season it's true
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dadralt · 10 months
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YENRALT APPRECIATION, VOLUME 1
one -> blue palette
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risto-licious · 1 year
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getting scolded by yen over pickles, the dream (a wip) (I personally am a pickle lover, so please redirect all the unwanted pickles to me yes please thank you)
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just incase you needed any more proof that anya chalotra is the most beautiful:
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wren-of-the-woods · 9 months
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Maybe 10 or 23 of the casual affection prompts? Geraskefer or whomever tickles your fancy!
10: placing their chin on the other's shoulder 23: brushing strands of hair away
I went with both! Here's 1k of Geraskefer softness. On AO3 here!
The forest around their little camp, Jaskier thought as he bickered happily with Yennefer, was very green. 
The late afternoon sky was overcast, gentling the light as it fell on the woods beneath. A thicket of ferns and vines surrounded them, speckled with white flowers. Buttercups grew scattered on the ground. The huge leaves of what might have been some sort of maple seemed to float above them, almost glowing green in the soft light. Above them soared conifers larger and taller than any Jaskier had ever seen.
They had found a small area that was more or less clear of bracken, where they made a fire and pitched the tent Jaskier had insisted they buy. On one edge of the clearing was the base of a fallen tree, the now-vertical roots of which created a little wall to shelter them from the wind. On the other was a tiny stream. Jaskier and Yennefer sat in the hollow created when the tree’s roots were ripped out of the ground, Jaskier leaning back against a large root while Yennefer tended the fire. 
It was gorgeous. Their surroundings had, admittedly, been lovely for much of their day’s travel, but this was their first real opportunity to slow down and enjoy it. 
As such, Jaskier was absolutely not surprised to find that Geralt was drawing. 
It had taken many long years of observation, persuasion, and stealthy gifts of art supplies for Jaskier and Yennefer to get Geralt to do something about his long-held love for art. Geralt had, as far as they could make out, always loved to observe nature and to draw, but he had so deeply internalized nonsense about witchers not being allowed to indulge that for many years the only art he allowed himself was what could be explained away as notes on monsters. It was only when Jaskier caught a glimpse of his bestiary and saw skilfully drawn illustrations of monsters and plants adorning the pages that he realized just how much passion Geralt was hiding. 
Jaskier had tried for years to bring Geralt’s hidden skill into the open, but ultimately it was only with Yennefer’s help that he succeeded. Now, bolstered by the support of both his lovers, Geralt drew more than Jaskier had ever seen. He was truly good, able to capture the essence of a place or a creature with just a few strokes of a pencil. Jaskier could not help but feel a mixture of fondness and pride every time he saw Geralt at work. 
Geralt always enjoyed having new subjects to depict, so neither Jaskier nor Yennefer bothered him when he sat on a small log and became absorbed in his notebook the moment they made camp. Soon, however, the late afternoon faded into evening. The gentle light began to grow dim. Jaskier started to think about preparing dinner. Geralt had hardly looked away from his work in over an hour. 
Jaskier looked at Yennefer. Yennefer looked at Jaskier. Silently, they reached an agreement: an intervention was in order.
Dropping the thread of their casual argument easily, Yennefer got to her feet. Geralt blinked up at her as she made her way over to the log on which he sat.
“Hey, you,” she murmured, crouching down in front of him. 
His hair fell in front of his face as he looked up and tilted his head at her, and she gently brushed it back behind his ear. He smiled softly at the gesture. The two of them looked tender and almost painfully beautiful, framed by the ferns. Jaskier let out a happy sigh before smiling and standing to join them. 
“What are you drawing?” he asked as he drew near. “Can I see?”
“I— hmm,” said Geralt. “It’s not very good.”
“I highly doubt that you’re capable of creating anything remotely mediocre, dear heart. You care too much.”
“Hmm,” said Geralt again. It was not precisely an agreement, but it was not a refusal. 
Moving slowly so as to give Geralt plenty of time to shift away or close his sketchbook — as much as he wanted to look and encourage Geralt in his art, Jaskier was loathe to cross a boundary if Geralt truly did not want them to see — Jaskier approached. Geralt frowned up at him but did not move away. 
Jaskier settled on his knees behind Geralt, giving Yennefer a small smile. He leaned forward to put his chin on Geralt’s shoulder. He looked down at the sketchbook, and his breath caught in his throat. 
Geralt had not drawn the trees. He had not drawn the stream. They were merely a backdrop. There, on the page, rendered lovingly in black charcoal, were Jaskier and Yennefer. 
Yennefer was smirking, her eyes sparkling as she glared playfully at Jaskier. Jaskier’s grin was wide and bright. The scene was depicted so tenderly, the drawing so obviously full of love, that Jaskier felt tears come to his eyes. 
Yennefer must have noticed his reaction, because she leaned over for a look of her own. She gasped. 
Geralt glanced nervously at Yennefer and reached back to put a hand on Jaskier’s knee. Jaskier covered it with his own. 
“It isn’t quite right,” said Geralt softly, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. “I can’t… I’m not as clever with words as you, Yen, and I can’t put what I feel into a song like Jaskier. But I thought, maybe, I could put some of what I feel in this.” 
Geralt sighed. Jaskier could tell he was about to say something self-deprecating, so he shifted further forward to wrap his arms around Geralt from behind, squeezing hard. 
“I… it’s beautiful. I don’t even know what to say. You’ve made me speechless, Geralt. Me.”
Geralt huffed a small laugh at that. Yennefer leaned forward, careful of the sketchbook, and took his face in her hands. 
“I’ve had portraits drawn of me before,” she said, “But none… none were like this. I’ve never seen myself on paper like this before.” She swallowed. “Thank you.”
Geralt let out a shaking breath. “Thank you. For showing me I can do this. I can be this.”
“I love you,” said Jaskier, unable to hold it back. “We love you. So damn much.”
“I love you, too,” Geralt whispered. 
Yennefer carefully picked up the sketchbook and charcoals and set them aside, then pulled Geralt towards her into a kiss. Jaskier, his chin still resting on Geralt’s shoulder, watched them with a soft smile. When they eventually pulled apart, Geralt took his hand and used it to draw Jaskier in front of him for his own kiss. 
The fire crackled. The breeze rustled gently in the trees above them. Somewhere in the distance, a warbler sang. Jaskier could hardly stop smiling.
The three of them stayed there, embracing in the ferns, for a very long time.
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dancingwiththefae · 3 months
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thinking about yennefer as maiden mother and crone
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khaleesi-rose · 9 months
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Yennefer of Vengerberg poster for the Witcher season 3
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her-biness · 7 months
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You flee my dreams come the morning 🖤
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avasillva · 2 years
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YENNEFER OF VENGERBERG The Witcher S02 E07: Voleth Meir
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bloodybellycomb · 1 year
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One of the worst feelings is when you discover a brilliant piece of media that has a prominent woman of color in the main cast as a leading role and you adore this character--just head over heels in love and you so go into fandom spaces in order to share your admiration only to realize that she is either completely ignored or she exists for the sole purpose of propping up the relationship between two white guys who barely interact in canon.
This happens every single time, without fail and it always ends up being very disappointing
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dadralt · 2 years
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what doesn't kill me         makes me want you more
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aenkamelie · 1 year
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Alternate Universe: High School
Exam time:
Jaskier: never studies and puts up the mess but strangely enough always gets the best grades.
Geralt: no matter how organized he gets, he never has time to study and gets barely passing grades
Yennefer: she doesn't need to study, yet she reviews with Triss and gets good grades.
Lambert: clearly the one who asks if there was a test that day
Eskel: studies daily and gets good grades
Triss: asks Yennefer for help and gets average grades
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