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okay so it turns out i was mislead into believing that this show was about a stoic badass traveling around a medieval setting and hunting monsters, begrudgingly accompanied by his singing twink boyfriend, who get into all kinds of shenanigans together and care about each other even when they don’t want to admit it.

clearly, i was lied to.

Me, watching The Witcher for the first time: where’s the twink???? WHERE’S THE FUCKING TWINK????

Me, watching The Witcher for the first time: where’s the twink???? WHERE’S THE FUCKING TWINK????

My favorite man

My beloved woman, I adore her🐦‍⬛❤️‍🔥

toss a coin 🪙

geraskier commissions for @MoonSera ! a belleteyn one and a modern au featuring cat!roach ❤️

Gonna miss Henry Cavill’s Geralt when the new season drops

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Unfinished Yennefer sketch from a while back

Witcher + Bard nap time (they desperately need it)

Happy extremely late Father’s Day

I don't care who "wears the pants" which one of you is the "Look, why don't we leave tomorrow? We could head to the coast. Get away for a while."

HEARTBEAT | Geralt x reader

Request: hellooo! if your still up for requests i'd love a geralt one please! perhaps reader is vary of horses (maybe even afraid) and he tries to help? <3

description: After learning your fear of horses, Geralt takes a gentle approach at teaching you to trust his companion, Roach.

Word Count: 1.1k

Trigger warnings: fear of horses? close proximity?

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Authors note: I'm back finishing the last of the requests sent, I do so apologise for the wait I've been super busy over Christmas and hope to satiate you all soon!

“What’s wrong?” Came his rugged voice, knocking you out of the stressed reverie you were in. 

“What?” You asked, half mindedly, “What do you mean?” You repeated, finally coming out of your thoughtful daze. 

“You’re being strange. Have been ever since we left town,” You felt caught. Witcher’s were naturally observant men, something you cursed yourself for not thinking of before, now that it had come back to bite you in the arse. 

And you had been acting strange. First it was refusing to mount the horse Geralt rode, Roach you knew her to be. You were tired all the time from walking the whole way to the next town while Geralt had the luxury of a steed, though you had brought the punishment on yourself you supposed. Then it was flinching every time the poor mare so much as whinnied, which she did so a lot when spooked by the monsters Geralt brought down. And now you refused to even sleep if she was too close to your bedspread. 

When you had been in town, it was not so noticeable. You spent a lot of time at the inn you were staying at, away from the bay coloured mare, so Geralt had not noticed the odd habits before. But now the two of you had hit the road and were sleeping next to a campfire instead of a roaring hearth, it was much more apparent.

“I-” You cut yourself off as the words died in your mouth. Your face blanked for a moment, thinking long about how you were to explain the issue to a man who knew no fear.

Geralt slayed monsters for a living, monsters that knew how to kill and kill well. Some of the bodies he brought back were two, three times his already mammoth size, and he still managed to charge at them without any hesitation. 

How on all the gods names were you supposed to tell him you were scared of horses? 

“Spit it out, then.” Geralt grumbled in his brash manner, though you could see in his amber eyes he was veiling his annoyance over true concern. Perhaps you wanted to leave him, he had expected nothing less. The two of you had only been friends a matter of months, but everyone always tires of him and his lifestyle eventually. 

He knew exactly what was to come out of your mouth. 

I don’t want to know you anymore.

“I’m scared of horses,” His head whipped up to meet your sullen eyes. Your face painted that of deep embarrassment, avoiding his gaze and poking at the fire with a frown. 

“What?” He bit, the confusion of the sentence clear as a bell in his tone. “What do you mean? It’s a horse.”

Your face flooded with heat that surely hadn’t come from the camp. The way he said it made it sound such a foolish fear to have. And it was, you supposed. Roach had never made any move to harm you or anyone else for that matter. But the idea of being atop such a muscled beast and giving her full control of whether she throws you off her or not made you frozen to the bone. 

“No shit,” You snapped, though all rebellion died in your chest as you accepted the fact he was clearly judging your fear of such a harmless creature. “I know it sounds ridiculous, I just always have been scared of them, alright?” 

Geralt pondered with a frown. Not even his usual ‘Hmm’ made an appearance, and so the two of you sat in silence. You feeling more foolish by the second, and him thinking fast of how to get through this problem of yours. 

Until he stood up brashly, walking over to his furred companion. You thought for a moment he was going to leave you here alone, thinking he stood much better chances with someone who was not so cowardly. And how could you blame him? You would hate to be stuck with someone so fearful when it came down to such a hostile environment. 

“Come here,” The behemoth man commanded, though he did so as gently as his rumbling voice would allow. 

You stared after him, eyes flicking to his outstretched hand, following his figure up to the calm mare that seemed unbothered by her owner's close proximity.

You hesitated for a moment, before standing and following his orders. Slowly taking steps towards the two, Geralt caught the moment your breath died in your throat as Roach grunted as horses normally do. He saw the way your fingers clenched at your side and your step faltered. 

He lowered his hand to calmly take yours in his large grasp, gently tugging you towards him and Roach despite the way he felt you resist. 

“Geralt-” You protested, her long snout seeking out your new smell and blowing hot air in your face. You tried stepping away from her, but Geralt’s body encompassed yours and forced you in place. His one arm stayed holding your wrist easily, while the other came around your body to push her snout away from your face softly. 

“She’s just curious about you, is all. She won’t hurt you,” Geralt tried to soothe you, feeling his strong heartbeat pressing against your spine. He began shuffling you forward under her neck with a strength you still tried and failed to resist against. 

“Geralt, please,” The panic was clear in your voice. You didn’t like horses and never would, and this kind of close exposure to them may have worked for some but only made you more on edge.

“Just trust me,” He whispered in your ear tenderly, lifting your arm up to her muscled chest. Your hand met her soft fur, her skin quivering momentarily at the contact though she showed no sign of upset, and his large hands spread your palm out onto her own heart beat. 

“Horses' hearts beat much slower than yours, did you know?” He murmured, keeping you tucked under her head and in front of him. You shook your head, feeling your own chest pounding at the proximity to such a beast. “Witchers hearts beat even slower than that,”  His breath was close to your ear now, as was Roach’s on your opposite side. You felt as if you were being squished in between the two of them, their breaths synchronising as they rolled down your spine in equal parts heat and chill. For every other beat of Roach’s heart came Geralt’s reverberating strongly in his chest, and it was then that you realised what he was doing. They sounded the same, horse and man. Hearts beating alike, breath swarming your senses gently, no danger to be found. 

If you should be worried about anything on your journey, it should be the monster-slaying beast that stood behind you that caressed your hand so kindly, and whispered in your ears that made your breathing stutter. 

This time when Roach nickered in your direction, you felt little fear, atleast half of what you’d had before. There was nothing to worry about when you had a man like Geralt guiding you.

Playing Vampire's Fall and then suddenly:

A Witcher reference

I want Jaskier to put Geralt on his lap and give him forehead kisses, they both deserve that

Just finished sirens of the deep. Anyways- season one geraskier vibes the entire movie. I didn't realise how much a missed them. Still hate Netflix, but God damn, i was pretty happy with the movie

Would you guys read a geraskier fanfic where Jaskier is originally one of the gods from Elden Ring, another child of Marika, and was a member of the roundtable hold alongside Melina?

Idk man. I read a fic where Jaskier was from elden ring like years ago, and I just remembered while I was playing elden ring the other day. And like, it's such a cool idea and I don't remember anything about this fic, I'm literally just trying to think of a good story.

Imma be so honest. Making Jaskier/Dandelion bi, makes sense. Like. Before I even got into the witcher when I first had any introduction to his character I thought he was queer. "Oh but he's a womanizier." Okay? Never said he wasn't. But he definitely also gets into the pants of said women's husbands aswell. Books? Bi. Games? Bi. Show? Bi. Hexer? Bi.

Man, dandelion/jaskier is so so queer. Take a good look in the mirror and then come back and tell me I'm wrong.

I can go into a more detailed rant if anyone would wanna read it all. Lol

I haven't posted alot cause I keep losing track of time and it's been a hot minute since I've posted my own stiff on here. What's up gang💪💪

I wanna write desperately. please, please send me fanfic ideas to write for geraskier

Concept art of Lara Dorren aep Shiadhal.

Outfit of Avallac'h for chapter 18. 💎

Elves love to dress up, and I love creating outfits for them. :D

Eredin Bréacc Glas // non-glazed, hd version on p.atreon. [ tw3 - the witcher - the wild hunt ]

Lara Dorren×Avallac'h

Auberon Muircetach and the Unicorn

The inspiration comes from "The Lady of the Lake". 1.‘I’ve heard,’ she did not give up. ‘that elves and unicorns love one another.’ 2.The unicorn guiding them was a bluish grey colour. 3.They made it theirs when they conquered it. When they opened the Ard Gaeth. With our help, because we had been used and abused and now they are trying to use and abuse you.

I will forever be salty that when Geralt woke up at the beginning of S3: EP8, Jaskier wasn’t asleep with his head on his chest or lap. 

HE LEARNED THE SOONNNNGGGGG!!!!! RADOVID HEARD THAT ONCE!! NOW HE’S USING IT TO SERENADE JASKIER JUST AS HE DID TO HIM!!

“then take me here” AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!

OH MY FUCKING GOD NO- THEY DIDN’T!! Jaskier sadly singing a love song clearly meant for/about Geralt, after putting to bed the child of the man he loves. THEN RADOVID SHOWS UP?!! OMFG??

HOLY FUCK NO- THE WAY JASKIER’S FACE FUCKING DROPPED WHEN JENNIFER PUT HER HANDS ON GERALT’S FACE!! NOOOOOOO!!!!!

tbh, I think it would have been better if Jaskier was the one to kill the monster on the boat. It would have done well for his rivalry plotline in this episode, it was a huge missed opportunity! One can only imagine the way Geralt would react...

NOW JASKIER IS MEETING MORE OF GERALT’S FAMILY?? OMFG THEY ARE FLIRTINNGG!!! AAAAHHHHH!!