#imbaelk

[cirimanga]

Elven festival Imbaelk

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✨Imbaelk of the Aen Elle - one of the most significant festivals of the year, a time of purification and renewal. Preparation for this sacred day begins long before the celebration itself. The day before the festival, elves begin the thorough cleansing of their dwellings - not only physical but magical. Incense and sacred herbs are burned to dispel stagnant energy and darkness. On sacred meadows and in groves, the first fires are lit, symbolizing the coming dawn, while white and silver fabrics flutter in the wind, absorbing the blessed magic of morning. Mages create special crystal lanterns that will accumulate power throughout the night, and young elves weave ritual wreaths from the first spring flowers and evergreen plants.

✨As the sun sets, the main ritual begins - the veneration of "Maeth Bréa" (Lady Bréa), "She Who Brings Light." In the city center or on highlands, the High Priestess and mages light the Great Fire, which must burn until dawn, lighting the Lady's path. Aen Treoir, the Navigators, direct magical flows while ritual dances are performed around the fire. The highest caste of mages and seers, Aen Saevherne, read omens from the flames, stars, and thaw waters.

✨In the night of purifying fire, young elves undergo an important ritual - a procession through fire gates formed by two torch arches. This passage symbolizes transformation, the transition from darkness to light, from old to new. Mages perform purification rituals, sprinkling each other with dew and thaw water, speaking ancient words: "Lagi nigh tearth shed amhras vort, tedd nua caemm te a'seo." (Let water wash away fear and doubt, let the new day accept you.)

✨Those seeking deep spiritual rebirth retreat to the Sacred Grove for meditation and communion with ancestral spirits. On this sacred night, special amulets are exchanged between loved ones, sealing bonds of friendship and kinship with the festival's magic.

✨With the first rays of sun begins the most solemn part of the festival - the ritual of meeting the Lady. Elves gather on hills and by waters to greet the sunrise. At this moment, the High Priestess raises a chalice with magical fire and speaks sacred words: "Solas va vort. Roth yaro caemm a eigean." (Light has returned. The Wheel of the Year moves forward.)

✨The festival concludes with a great feast, which may be held in luxurious halls or under the open sky. The tables are laden with fruits, fresh bread, milk, and honey wines - everything that symbolizes warmth, light, and rebirth. Priests perform the final ritual - leaving portions of the feast at the foot of ancient trees in gratitude to nature spirits. Elves exchange magical scrolls with blessings, and the festival ends with an impressive spectacle - ceremonial duels and demonstrative magical contests, where warriors and mages display their strength and mastery, paying tribute to ancient traditions.

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✨Имбаэлк у народа Aen Elle - один из самых значимых праздников в году, время очищения и обновления. Подготовка к этому священному дню начинается задолго до самого торжества. За день до праздника эльфы приступают к тщательному очищению своих жилищ - не только физическому, но и магическому. Благовония и священные травы сжигаются, чтобы изгнать застоявшуюся энергию и тьму. На священных лугах и в рощах зажигаются первые огни, символизирующие грядущий рассвет, а белые и серебристые ткани развеваются на ветру, впитывая благословенную магию утра. Маги создают особые кристаллы-светильники, которые будут накапливать силу на протяжении всей ночи, а молодые эльфы плетут ритуальные венки из первых весенних цветов и вечнозеленых растений.

✨С заходом солнца начинается главный ритуал - почитание "Maeth Bréa" (Госпожи Брэа), "Той, что несёт свет". В центре города или на возвышенностях Верховная Жрица и маги зажигают Большой Огонь, который должен гореть до самого рассвета, освещая путь Госпоже. Aen Treoir, Навигаторы, направляют магические потоки, пока вокруг огня исполняются ритуальные танцы. Высшая каста магов и провидцев, Aen Saevherne, читают предзнаменования по пламени, звёздам и талым водам.

✨В ночь очистительного огня молодые эльфы проходят важный ритуал - шествие через огненные врата, образованные двумя факельными арками. Этот проход символизирует трансформацию, переход от тьмы к свету, от старого к новому. Маги проводят ритуалы очищения, окропляя друг друга росой и талой водой, произнося древние слова: "Lagi nigh tearth shed amhras vort, tedd nua caemm te a'seo." (Да смоет вода страх и сомнения, да примет тебя новый день.)

✨Те, кто ищет глубокого духовного перерождения, удаляются в Священную Рощу для медитации и общения с духами предков. В эту священную ночь происходит и обмен особыми амулетами между близкими, скрепляя узы дружбы и родства магией праздника.

✨С первыми лучами солнца начинается самая торжественная часть праздника - ритуал встречи Госпожи. Эльфы собираются на холмах и у водоемов, чтобы встретить восход. В этот момент Верховная Жрица поднимает чашу с магическим огнем, и произносит священные слова: "Solas va vort. Roth yaro caemm a eigean."(Свет вернулся. Колесо года движется дальше.)

✨Завершается праздник великим пиром, который может проходить как в роскошных залах, так и под открытым небом. На столах появляются фрукты, свежий хлеб, молоко и медовые вина - всё, что символизирует тепло, свет и возрождение. Жрецы совершают последний ритуал - оставляют часть угощений у подножия древних деревьев в благодарность духам природы. Эльфы обмениваются магическими свитками с благословениями, а праздник завершается впечатляющим зрелищем - церемониальными дуэлями и показательными магическими поединками, где в��ины и маги демонстрируют свою силу и мастерство, отдавая дань древним традициям.

[vanbredevoort]

NAME: Lydia van Bredevoort NICKNAMES: Lyd. Doll. Meaningless individual. AGE: 42 in main. BIRTHDATE: Imbaelk (2nd of February). SPECIES: Human. NATIONALITY: Nilfgaardian (TASTE THE SUN FUCKERS) GENDER: Cisfemale PREFERRED PRONOUNS: She/Her ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Vilromantic i mean it. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Vilsexual. I really, really mean it. FAMILY: Father, two brothers and three sisters, a greataunt. PARENTS: Otto van Bredevoort (Father) and Alva aep Carlyred (Mother, died during Lydia's birth) SIBLINGS: From oldest to youngest, Caria (sister), Cyro (brother), Phrygia (sister), Alexander (brother) and Mysia (sister). SIGNIFICANT OTHERS: unrequited in main, but Vilgefortz. who WOULD HAVE THOUGHT. CHILDREN: None in main (In the experiment verse, a daughter, Athena) EYE COLOR(S) : green. HAIR COLOR(S): brown. Since she became a sorceress, she dyes it a lighter shade of brown, but naturally it's chocolate brown. HEIGHT: 158cm (5'1) WEIGHT:  45kg FACE CLAIM: Katharine Isabelle ♥ BODY BUILD: Bodyclaim (but you wouldn't KNOW bc she dresses like a fucking nun) Potential Fatal Flaw: potential?? asdhjdhaj-- ok it's her lack of self-esteem. She thinks she's a person of no importance. Everyone thinks that. Her stubborn, relentless. absolutely immense love for Vil, her master. Also her pride. Turns out lack of self-worth and pride don't go well together. Add a reason for sacrifice, give her a dagger and watch.

tagged by @enidrhena who kinda called lyd her pet?????? pls call her out. tagging you, average citizen. do it and tag me bc i wanna read!!!

[amarathcrne]

Location: The Kingfisher Inn For: Open

It was unsettling to see how something so pure could be tarnished by those with alternative agendas. As a child, Amara found comfort in her family's modest celebration of Imbaelk – the flames of rebirth that were followed by the blossoming of wildflowers all around their home. But now, the sacred time lent itself to manipulating the masses into blind faith and fire that sought not to wash away the darkness of winter but instead all the light and magic from the world. To eliminate chaos – hers included.

The tavern had also been especially busy, filled with townsfolk, countrymen and followers of the Eternal Flame all alike raising their tankards in cheerful glee and singing songs that became muddled and mumbled as the night went on. Amara was relieved when the crowd died down and the last of the customers were on their way out. She had picked up on some important information on recruitment for the Eternal Flame, but not enough that made her current labors any more favorable.

As the mage finished tidying up, she inwardly cursed at the sound of the tavern door opening. "If you were hoping to catch any final performances of Imbaelk's celebratory songs, then I'm sorry to say you just missed it," Amara said, her back still turned toward the door while she stacked a few stray dishes. "But," she added, hoping to mask her displeasure, "I'm sure they'll begin again bright and early tomorrow."

[soundsfaebutokay]

That's it. I need it. And I demand that you must give me ALL of your Geraskier fic recs. I keep wandering the tags aimlessly looking for good shit and not finding nearly enough.

(Special addition of please gimme some completed/one-shot recs because I am not a patient person and I need the feels NOW.)

Never let it be said that I don't know how to take responsibility for dragging you onto this ship. I gotchu, fam.

Abby's Long List of S1 Geraskier Fic Recs

(because s2's got me in a Geraskifer mood and I haven't collected enough s2 Geraskier yet. None of these are s2 canon-compliant.)

Fun and/or Softness and/or Fluff

Crammed In With You by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

Across the years, Geralt and Jaskier have needed to share a bed. Then there was the one time they got a room with two beds instead.

If you guessed which of those times was the awkward one, you would have guessed wrong.

non-human Jaskier by shestepsintotheriver

unconnected Witcher fics feat. non-human Jaskier.

Broken Curses by Castillon02, greedy_dancer

A series exploring the ways Geralt and Jaskier trust each other. All works can be read independently.

a heartbeat in hand by asweetepilogue

Geralt notices Jaskier's hands. It's starting to become a problem.

Offerings by Descarada

Secondary Title: Was Anybody Going to Tell Me That Geralt was Courting Me? Or Was I Just Supposed to Find it Out From This Random Herbalist Myself? This is a story about Geralt trying to court Jaskier, and the poor bard missing it completely. A little bit of moronsexuals and lot of vulnerability and sweetness.

Cat's Cradle by handwrittenhello

Jaskier gets turned into a kitten after accidentally upsetting a god. Geralt is going to have a hell of a time keeping him safe now.

spring, summer, spring by yogurtgun

After spending a treacherous winter together, Jaskier and Geralt make an arrangement: they travel together for three seasons before Jaskier finds a town or a court to winter over until spring. However, this year Geralt meets Jaskier a little earlier than expected, during Imbaelk. Between holiday celebrations, solstices and plum schnapps, Geralt falls in love and loses his way.

Winters at the Academy by Beginte

A Witcher in his bard's university town

you're only brave in the moonlight (stay til sunrise) by SummerFrost

Falling in love with his roommate is, objectively, a bad idea—but most of the major decisions of Jaskier's life have been bad ideas, and they've gotten him this far.

Concession by Elisexyz

Geralt not-so-secretly loves being the little spoon. Cuddling Without Plot.

kiss it better by NatTheSongbird

There were many strange things about traveling with Jaskier. He seemed incapable of being quiet, for one. He was a shameless flirt and had no problem falling into the wrong person's bed. More than once, Geralt had seen him start a fight with anyone who spat insults at him.

Stranger than all of that, however, was his insistence on helping Geralt. Every time he came back from a job hurt, Jaskier smacked his hands away and busied himself with tending to Geralt's wounds. And every time, he finished it with a kiss and a cheerful proclamation that he would "kiss it better."

The weirdest part? It worked.

I'll Wish Upon Embers by DrowningByDegrees

Geralt lets Jaskier talk him into sticking around for a village's midsummer festival. He assumes they're staying for Jaskier's benefit, but somewhere between the flower crowns and the bonfire, Geralt realizes it was a gift meant for him all along.

Golden Days (a love story in hindsight) by TeenyTinyTony

As Jaskier and Geralt make their way towards their first “real” midsummer together as a couple they reflect on the midsummers that led them there.

Alternative title: Three times Geralt and Jaskier didn't get to celebrate midsummer and one time they did.

Tailored by TakeTheShot

Since the day that they met Jaskier has not been one thing that Geralt expected. Why he hadn't imagined that the trend would carry on in the bedroom, he has no idea.

A bit of smutty silliness with feels, in which Geralt is surprised to find that he has feelings for Jaskier, is surprised to find that those feelings are reciprocated and then is surprised one more time...

Bardic Idyll by Lisztful

Jaskier is certain he can win the Continent's annual bardic competition, but he needs to be accompanied by a dashing romantic companion in order to enter. Enter Geralt, who is definitely, for sure, only interested in the free food, and not at all in staring lovingly into Jaskier's eyes.

Pretend boyfriends fic, with battling bards, well-meaning friends, and fluff and angst in equal measure.

Woodash and iron and leather by iffervescent

Jaskier is the only person Geralt's ever been around who doesn't smell of fear

Dandelion Clocks by CobaltCephalopod

The little things Jaskier learns about Geralt and what Geralt notices about Jaskier over the years. Starting with the veracity in his claim to have "bread in his pants" at their first meeting.

Keeping Crows by Castillon02

If it was some kind of weird religious thing, it was for a god Geralt had never heard of. Probably it was just a weird Jaskier thing. Crows, of all creatures! Corpse eaters. Grain stealers. No one liked crows. But Jaskier was voluntarily traveling with a Witcher; maybe he just had poor taste.

Slow Burn and/or Plotty

The Paths You Take by CosmicOcelot

“Oh, thank the gods,” Jaskier breathes. “Name’s Lambert, actually,” the witcher corrects, his lips breaking into a crooked grin, “Though I certainly won’t stop you from worshipping me.”

Will you be coming home? by what_a_dork_fish

At fifteen, Julian hires a bodyguard and runs away.

At twenty, he's quite happy.

At twenty-five, he's fucked.

The Stars are Gone When You Look Away by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

Geralt is determined to get everyone he cares about safe to Kaer Morhen for the winter, but neither Jaskier nor Yennefer are inclined to be cooperative - and then the truth of Jaskier's past comes to threaten the present.

Stuck in the fae realm with the thinnest of lies to keep them from being separated, Geralt and Jaskier are going to have to solve their relationship and keep their wits about them if they want to make it out of here intact. At least Yennefer and Triss are willing to help...

...if Yennefer and Triss could get over whatever they've got going on between them.

Shining by Nemainofthewater

Things that Jaskier can remember about his family: -His mother stroking his hair, the soft murmur of her voice as he settled more comfortably against her. There was firelight and warmth and love. -A brief moment of triumph and then the feeling of weightlessness as his father lifts him from the tree and cradles him to his chest. The steady rhythm of his heart in his breast. -Reaching up to the sky. He’s not sure what for. Possibly for his parents, though he knows that they are gone, that they have left him, that they are never coming back. -His grandfather’s stern visage. The knowledge that he doesn’t want him. That no one wants him. Being sent to temple school is honestly a relief.

Jaskier is (unknowingly) a dragon and is (forcibly) adopted by Borch, post Rare Species.

With a Conquering Air by inexplicifics

From the kinkmeme: AU Warlord!Geralt receives Tribute!Jaskier as a sacrifice to appease him in every way possible. Jaskier has no choice on the matter and he’s fully aware of the awful rumours that have spread about Geralt and his ruthless conquests. (But we all know those aren’t legit.) A classic angst with a happy ending please! A dash of smut to heal those scars and a sprinkle of new found love!

Jaskier arrives at Kaer Morhen knowing his family gave him up without a second thought, and absolutely sure that the dreaded Warlord of the North will value him even less than his own blood did. But the White Wolf and his pack are not what Jaskier expected...and if he's unreasonably lucky, Kaer Morhen might become far more of a home than Lettenhove ever was.

...He is, in fact, going to be unreasonably lucky, because the Warlord of the North is a far finer monarch - and a far better man - than Redania's king has ever dreamed of being.

Angst and/or Lots of Complicated, Achy Feels

a year and a day by ShanaStoryteller

Geralt makes two promises that he doesn't want to keep.

Tunes Without Words by foxy_mulder

The plan is this:

He will note all the things that annoy Geralt, and he will stop doing them, and then Geralt will want him around.

It will work. It has to work, because Jaskier cannot be left behind.

Almost Lover by TheMalapert

Eskel likes poetry, and it it makes Geralt sick that that's the only reason he knows his long time friend has died. When Eskel shows Geralt a book that says Jaskier died, Geralt travels to Novigrad to pay his respects. He finds the bard very much alive, very much unapproachable, and very much drunk. Or is that himself? Jaskier, however, isn't going to let Geralt hide their reunion at the bottom of a bottle.

Press Until It Hurts (But Not Until It Bleeds) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

There are few things more intimate than putting a blade to someone's throat.

all the liars in the world by kageygirl

Geralt has been foolish about many things in his long life, and every time to his detriment; he'll not make the mistake of deluding himself that someone like Jaskier, with all the world open to him and everything to offer in return, would ever really choose Geralt's company in that way.

(Geralt may not be a reliable narrator of his own life.)

An Unexpected Song by trekkiepirate

The peace of the breakfast table was broken by a portal opening barely a meter from the center of the room.

Yennefer stumbled out of it backwards, a bundle held tight to her shoulder and her other arm clasped tight around a bleeding woman in a hooded cloak.

Correction, a bloody woman.

Every Witcher stood, instantly alert. Geralt pressed Ciri behind himself and blessed Jaskier’s lazy habits that meant the bard wasn’t out of his room yet.

Truth of The Heart by CosmicOcelot

Maybe the worst part, Jaskier muses as he stares into his tankard, is that it’s all so horribly... cliché.

The inconsequential companion – tossed aside the moment that the truly intended, cosmically wedded couple finally meet. Because what chance does he stand – what role could he ever play – that would permit Destiny to place him on the same stage – let alone in the same scene – as witchers and sorceresses?

We Remake Ourselves by Jadelyn

Jaskier is secretly a dragon with a crippled wing who can't fly. Geralt is not so secretly an idiot when it comes to things like emotions and relationships. They'll probably figure it out, eventually. Maybe.

can you play me a memory? by pasdecoeur

Ciri meets Jaskier when she's nine. It's all downhill from there.

The Spectre's Wreath by RebrandedBard

Geralt is wrongfully hired to dispose of a vengeful spectre that haunts a lake, only to discover it is the town's unknown guardian and the very spirit of Yule itself. Yule curses Geralt with a wreath atop his head. If he does not receive a kiss before the lake thaws in spring, he will turn to ice and die. With the pass to Kaer Morhen closed up, Geralt decides to spend his last winter in Oxenfurt with Jaskier. But it may not be his last after all if Jaskier has anything to say about it.

Honeysuckle by Amazonia_8

The mutations are specific tools for specific uses. Formidable strength for formidable enemies. Sharpened sight to see what lurked in the darkness. Keen smell to track every kind of quarry. So while the varied scents of men can often times tell him what they are thinking, what they are likely about to do, there is one who's scent is unlike any other. There are precious few mysteries in Geralt's life anymore, even less that is new.

The Witcher Wolf by im_fairly_witty

It’s been two weeks since Geralt shouted Jaskier away from him on that mountain and Jaskier has been handling it like a champ by forlornly wandering alone in the wilderness with his lute. When he (literally) stumbles across an injured white wolf he decides to take a chance and see if he can help it, appreciating the irony of the situation but not quite realizing why it is that the wolf’s golden eyes look exactly like his Witcher’s...

Ivy on the Hill by chaya

"A quiet companion, a noble friend! / Has no compunctions 'bout biting your end!" Jaskier stops, frowns, and repositions his fingers on the lute's neck as if trying to work something out.

"Are you singing to Roach?" Geralt asks, leaning over the saddle horn. "I'm not hallucinating?"

Jaskier looks up and smiles brightly, cheeks pink from the sun. Something in Geralt... doesn't like this. "Well, you do take excellent care of her, but a little praise can go a long way, you know."

hope it's nice where you are by K9_DFTBA

After Jaskier goes viral for being a pining mess during a livestream, Geralt’s family tries to figure out exactly why the couple broke up, given that Jaskier is clearly still in love with Geralt. Meanwhile, Geralt is in denial, Jaskier is absolutely fine, thanks, and the internet is having a bit of a breakdown.

NOTES:

The categories are far from strict. I just roughly put them under the overall vibe (and what mood I'm craving when I reread them).

Several of these are part of ongoing series, but the fics I linked are complete and satisfying on their own.

I've got more recs here. And uh, so so much more, but for next time because this is already long. Let me know if you want another list. :)

[sidomira]

Wordlist and phrases of Elder Speech

In Poland we have a wikia, where someone completed all words and phrases od elven language from the books. I wasn't able to find them in English, so I did it by maself, with help of bab.la, context reverso and google translate, together with my own (little) knowledge.

To all my friends and readers from Poland - please, If I missed some meaning, or did something wrong, correct me. And I ask the ones from Poland, because polish was the origin language

(deleted from ao3, cause they don’t accept anything that isn’t fiction)

A

A'báeth – kiss

Abb – a place where something ends to bond with something bigger (example: the place where river is connecting with sea)

Addan/Adan – to dance, dance, dancer

Adhart – ahead

Aedd – crumb

Aefder – later

Aecáemm – to follow

Aen – from, to, on

Aen'drean – to enter

Aenye – fire, firely

Aenyell'hael – baptism of fire

Aenyeweddien – Child od Fire, commonly Spark

Aep – from (in meaning of be from some place or family), son, descentand

Aep – to them

Aesledde – sledding

Aespar – to shot

Aëte – summer

Aevon – river

Aine – light

An – small, smaller, indefinite kind

An'givare – spy, informator

Arainne – sparrowhawk

Ard (lat. aardus) – high, the highest, mountain, peak

Arse – ass

A'taeghane – today

Ayd – no

B

Beag – a few

B'eanshie – phantom, banshee

Beanna (irl. bean) – woman

Belean'graec – important (this), important (a lot of things), expected, expectansy,

Belleteyn – blooming

Birke – vernal equinox

Blathan – garland, flowers (genitive: „blathanna”)

Bleidd – wolf

Bloed – blood

Bloede – bloody, damn, fucking

Broggha, Breoga – frog, froggie

Brokiloéne – from Brokilon

Bynnen – elven bread

C

Caed – forest, grove

Cáelm – calm, calmly, quiet, slowly, silently, calmly, to calm

Cáemm – go, come

Cáen – can (do)

Caer – fortress, stronghold (in Skellige’s dialekt, it was wrongly: „Kaer”; this form became common among humans)

Cáerme – fate, destiny

Carn – barrow, hole, holes

Carraigh – rock (huge one)

Ceadmil – Welcome (to someone)

Cerbin (lat. corvus) – raven

Cinerea – żyrytwa (complicated thing, I can’t translate it, because it is too deep into culture)

Col – pass (in mountains)

Coram – lion

Corrason – heart

Creasa –necessarily, duty, inevitably, obligatory

Crevan – Fox

D

Daerienn – sorceress (she-wizard), she-magician

Daetre – back (like, go back)

Dana – girl/miss (a lady before marriage)

Darganfod – discovery

Darl'len – read

Dearg – red

Dearme – Steep (you, go to Steep), to sleep, good night

Deireadh – end, who end smth

Deith – flame

Deithwen – white flame

Dh'oine – human

Dhu – black, dark

Dice (z łac. dicere) – to speak

Divedde – stand(to fight)

Dol – valley, Valley (between mountains), dimple

D'yaebl – Devie

E

Eatewedd – summer-alike child, summer’s child

Eimyr – hedgehog

Elaine – beautiful

Elle – alder tree

En – idefinite article

Enid – daisy

Ess – be

Esse – to be (future simple)

Essea – I am

Esseath – you are

Evall – horse

Evelienn – etery (about people), everyone

F

Feain – The Sun

Feainnewedd – Sun’s Child (figuratively about Sunflower)

Fen – swamp, wetland/swampland

Foilé – insane

Folie – rage

G

Gaeth – potral, gate

Gar'ean – attention/warning, watch out

Geas – swear-curse, curse, howl

Gláeddyv (irl. cleddyf) – sword

Glean – Lower, low, short

Gleanna (irl. gleann) – valley

Glossae – to look

Glyswen – White river

Gwendeith – white fire

Gwenllech – white cliffs

Gwinoedd – elven whine

Gwyn (z irl. gwyn) – white

Gwynbleidd – White Wolf

Gvaedyn – prud-brave, (difficult to translate)

Gvalch'ca (lat. falco) – Falka, she-falcon

Gynvael – ice

H

Hael –

greeting, health

Haela – medicine

Hanse – hanza, pack of friends

Hav'caaren – "intranslatable word, which is associated with greed/avarice; havekars

Hen – old, older

Hoel – hole, commonly: ass

I

Ichaer – blood

Imbaelk – germination/sprouting

Inis (wel. ynys) – island

Invaerne – Winter

L

Lammas – maturation

Lara – seagull

Lionors – lionesse

Llamas – matured, aging,

Loa'then – hatred

Loc (z łac. lac) – lake

Loc'lah – Lady of The Lake

Luned – girl, daughter

M

Me – I, my, mine, me

Méadbh (propably comes from: ang. meadow, eld-english mædwe) – meadow-alike

Mear'ya – Maria

Meáth – to meet

Mid – middle

Midaëte – summer solstice

Midinváerne – winter solstice

Milva – kania ruda (Bird specie) (from latin „Milvus milvus”)

Minne – love

Mire – to look at

Mistle (z ang. mistletoe) – waxwing, paszkot (bird specie)

Modron – mother (Crach an Craite called Calanthe like this but she wasn't his mother)

Morc – book, book (like book 1 of serię)

Morvudd – enemy

Muire – sea

N

Naev'de – nine

Neén – no

P

Pavienn – monkey

Pest – disease, plague, Bad charm/spell

Pherian – Niziołek

Q

Que (z łac. que) – what

R

Raenn – to run

Rhena (z łac. regina) – queen

Rhenawedd – Child of the queen

Roethainne – redanian

Ruadhri – readers

S

Salah – (you) pray

Saov – spirit, ghost, soul

Savaed – elven month, 1/8 of year

Scoia'tael (it. scoiattolo) – squirrels

Seidhe – hill

Shaent – to sing

Skrekk – rat

Sledd – sled

Sor'ca – Sister ( diminutive of „sister” in fact.)

Spar – to shot

Spar'le – shot (you, shot (this))

Squaess – to be sorry to someone, to forgive

Squaess'me – I'm sorry , forgive me

Straede – way, path

T

Táedh – bard, poet

Tearth – fear, to be feared

Tedd – time, age, time (at day, like morning)

Thaess – keep silent (order), keep silent (also order :D)

Thaesse - shut you up

Tirth – boar

Tor (z fr. tour) – tower

Torc'h – alszaband

Treise – strenght, vigor, energy

Tvedeane – 12, dozen

Tuathe – whisper

Twe – two, two (of them)

U

Uniade – connection(In some meaning: relationship), reunion (with someone)

V

Va – to go

Va'en – trip, journey

Vaer'trouv – zawierzyć (impossible to translate, something like "to give trust to someone" but not at all), to trust (somebody)

Va faill – farewell

Va vort – go (forever), go away

Vara – merchandise

Varh'he – whore, prostitute

Vatt'ghern – witcher

Velen – autumnal equinox

Veloë – fast/quick, quickly

Voe'rle – to stop (doing) , to stop (someone)

Vort – far (away), dalej, still, yet, precz

Vrihedd – freedom

W

Wedd – child

Weddin – child (zdrobnienie od „wedd”)

Wen – white (simplified form of „gwyn” usually occuring as  głównie jako suffix)

Woed, Woéd, Woedd – forest, Wood

X

Xin'trea – Cintra

Y

Yeá – so (so as)

Yghern – skolopendromorf

Yn – on, through, przedimek określony

Ys – down (direction)

Ysgarthiad – shit, cholera

Z

Zireael – swallow

Zvaere – to promise

[musinglymuse]

A grumpy witcher meets a gregarious bard: opposites attract, destiny intervenes. Their friendship spans literal decades, fertile grounds for ample amounts of fanfiction to take root in. The tales of Geralt and Jaskier has it all: joyful meetings, heroics, drama, japery, heartbreak, and sorrowful partings. Just how many songs can a bard make from that? 

I’ve compiled some of what I consider excellent fanfics that feature this pairing although it does not contain all of my recommendations. They are listed in no particular order. I plan on creating more recommendation lists in the future and may do so for other fandoms. Please check my blog for other recommendation lists.

As a reminder, please make sure to check the tags and any warnings before reading. Take care of yourself!

Food of Love by tanktrilby Canon Divergence // ~22k // PG-13

I brought a dead princess back to life through the power of song is the kind of thing that would have got an eyebrow raise even from the stone-faced Geralt of Rivia, so it's a good thing he and Geralt will probably never see each other again.

you follow? by shortcrust Modern AU // Series // ~3k // PG-13

Did @bardofficial win a Grammy? No. But he DID put his husband in a leather tunic for the red carpet and in that sense, we’re all winners tonight

and yet so far from death by SummerFrost Ghost AU // ~31k // NC-17

"Your song about the ghost, then," Maja asks warily. "It's just metaphorical, right?" "Yes, of course, absolutely metaphorical," Jaskier brightly assures her. "No ghosts here." Jaskier's favorite painting falls to the ground. "Bollocks."

New Monster Stories by kathkin  Urban Fantasy AU // ~20k // NC-17

“So do you have a name?”

“Yeah.” The man who had saved his life less than an hour ago – the white-haired, absurdly buff, weirdly sexy man Jaskier might have called taciturn if he was feeling charitable and surly if he was feeling less so – dug into his second burger.

Jaskier waited. “Are… you going to tell me what it is?”

The man paused mid-bite, and looked at him reproachfully as if to say how dare you. How dare you interrupt me. Can’t you see I’m enjoying my cheeseburger. Can’t you see this cheeseburger is the most important thing in my life right at the moment. He swallowed, and said, “Geralt.”

Love as You Are by thisgirlsays22 Soulmates AU // ~16k // NC-17

Jaskier didn’t want to marry just any noblewoman--no matter how comely she may be--he wanted adventure and many loves, but most importantly his biggest, greatest love of all.

He is not expecting that love to be in the form of a brooding stranger sitting at the back of a tavern.

In one instant his breath catches in his throat at the beauty of the man before him and in the next, there’s a burning sensation on the bottom of his heel as his mark makes itself known. It’s pain and pleasure knotted together, roses surrounded by thorns.

A Dandelion By Any Other Name by TabbyCat33098 Hanahaki Trope // ~4k // G

Jaskier is throwing up flowers and refuses to tell Geralt who has afflicted him so. As Geralt grapples with Jaskier's impending death, he comes to terms with a few things himself.

home is nowhere, therefore you by Ark Canon Divergence // ~18k // NC-17

"Right, well," Jaskier says, when he halts before Geralt. Up close, he looks much more nervous. There is sweat on his brow and his collar is damp with it, and his teeth keep catching on his lower lip. "True love's kiss. There's—ah—there's nothing to it." And he bends, the utter imbecile, and kisses Geralt full on the mouth.

spring, summer, spring by yogurtgun Canon Divergence // ~32k // NC-17

After spending a treacherous winter together, Jaskier and Geralt make an arrangement: they travel together for three seasons before Jaskier finds a town or a court to winter over until spring. However, this year Geralt meets Jaskier a little earlier than expected, during Imbaelk. Between holiday celebrations, solstices and plum schnapps, Geralt falls in love and loses his way.

Nisraea by spqr Soulmates AU // ~4k // R

Jaskier's seventeen when he pulls the Witcher from the fire.

He has no idea, at the time, that it's a magical fire.

500 Crowns by vands88 Canon Divergence // ~9k // R

Every year, Jaskier finds himself singing at Cintra’s court, watching Geralt’s abandoned Child Surprise grow up.

Skin Deep by sospes Canon Divergence // ~8k //  PG-13

“What’s that?” Geralt asks.

Jaskier blinks. “It’s a tattoo,” he says. “Have you never seen a tattoo before, Geralt?”

Geralt fights the urge to roll his eyes. “I know it’s a tattoo,” he says. “What’s it a tattoo of?”

The Sevenfold Path by Star_flaming Canon Divergence // ~17k // G

Geralt had known Jaskier studied at Oxenfurt University, but he had thought of it as a sort of formal music education. It was becoming abundantly clear that while he had indeed studied music and composition, he also knew a lot more than Geralt had ever learned. And it was impressive. And humbling, too.

to render it transparent by theundiagnosable Time Travel AU // ~24k // NC-17

Geralt wakes up warm, peaceful, and utterly content, which is how he knows that something is severely wrong.

Time Again by didoandis Age Regression // ~17k // NC-17

Things you need to know: It’s 1264. You seem to be losing your memory. Also Geralt likes you now.

Jaskier’s losing time. Geralt’s not sure he can live through the last two decades again, especially not backwards.

A Blessing, A Curse by aileenrose Canon Divergence // ~12k // NC-17

"For a while, Jaskier doesn’t know he’s cursed. It feels like free will, going back down that mountain, just as dangerous down as the way up, and alone this time, too. The descent is fast, maybe even reckless, but Jaskier’s feeling numb and out-of-sorts anyways, Geralt’s words simmering in his mind, and at the time it doesn’t feel like he’s being pulled on by anything but his own desire to get away."

[windflowerofskellige]

Since I'm still planning and formulating my master post on my headcanons for Elves I'm posting information about the Elven Calendar and my headcanons for a date system.

Due to the fact that we can find mention of celebrations of Belletyne on sign posts in the Witcher 3 and notable dates have occured around the holidays of the Elven Calendar I have taken it as standard that the continent and Skellige Isles use the Elven Calendar dating system as their means of telling time. Using this information I devised a dating system for the Witcherverse.

Words of Reference: Savaed, Saovine, Midinváerne, Imbaelk, Birke, Belletyne, Midaëte, Lammas, Velen, Yule, Blath, Feainn

Definitions

Savaed - Savaeds are how the system of the calendar is derived, there are 8 savaeds in a year, think of them as the analogous of human months.

Saovine - The New Year, analogous to the real world Samhain Saovine is noted as a time where Banshees wail for the dead. This is one of the four magical holidays and it is considered unlucky for a child to be born during this time, to go into a graveyard during this time, and to play music during this time. The first savaed is named after this holiday. There are 45 days in this savaed.

Midinváerne - Literally meaning "Mid Winter" in Elder Speech it's the holiday that starts off the Savaed of Yule. Midinváerne is the winter solstice and due to being the longest night of the year is considered to be infused with magic.

Imbaelk - analogous with the real world Imbolc this holiday harolds the end of winter. In Elder Speech Imbaelk translates to "sprouting". It's often a time of weather divination, it starts the savaed of the same name there are 42 days in this savaed, I concluded this because it holds the real world month of February which makes it Funkie. This is the second of the magical holidays.

Birke - In Elder Speech Birke translates to birch (as in the tree) and is The spring equinox and starts the savaed of the same name, there are 46 days in this savaed.

Belletyne - Analogous to the real world Beltane the holiday is the third of the four magical holidays and celebrates fertility. It is also known most importantly as the "Blossoming" which while not officially connected to elder speech I've come to decide is derivative of whatever the elder speech word for blossoming is, likely blathatyne. It starts the savaed of Blathe.

Midaëte - Literally translating from Elder Speech as "Mid Summer" it is the Summer Solstice and is used to bless crops and increase Witcher's signs. It kicks off the savaed of Feainn.

Lammas - Analogous to the real world holiday by the same name, Lammas is a harvest festival sometimes called the "Festival of the Scythe". Lammas is the fourth of the four magical holidays and it is said that this holiday is when you're most likely to see the Elven goddess Dana Méadbh. It kicks off the Savaed of the same name and has 47 days in it.

Velen - The Autumn equinox another harvest feast. It marks the beginning of the final savaed by the same name, there are 48 days in this savaed.

Yule - the second savaed of the elven calendar, it has 45 days in it.

Blathe - a name derived from the Elder Speech word for flower "Blath" it's the fifth savaed of the Elven Calendar and has 45 days in it.

Feainn - a name derived from the Elder Speech word for sun it's the sixth savaed of the elven calendar and has 46 days in it.

For dating purposes its good to note that the rule follows as such, 45 days of Saovine, 46 days of Yule, 42 days of Imbaelk, 46 days of Birke, 45 days of Blathe, 46 days of Feainn, 47 days of Lammas, 48 days of Velen.

For easy reference using the formula

Savaed - Holiday - days

Saovine - Saovine - 45

Yule - Midinváerne - 46

Imbaelk - Imbaelk - 42

Birke - Birke - 46

Blathe - Belletyne - 45

Feainn - Midaëte - 46

Lammas - Lammas - 47

Velen - Velen - 48

There are four Magical Holidays — Saovine, Imbaelk, Belletyne, and Lammas

And two equinoxes and two solstices — Midinváerne, Birke, Midaëte, Velen

Each has its own magical association and all have been referenced both in books and in game canon so!!! This is what I use to create dates for the Witcherverse!!!

[ao3feed-geralt-jaskier]

by 6th_magnitude

During the celebrations of Imbaelk, divinations are made for the coming year. But the omens bode ill for the people of the Continent – they foretell widespread plague, devastating famine, and other unprecedented calamities.

This is the year the gods will fall, the year that a great darkness will consume the light. This is the year that will determine the fate of the world.

Words: 16062, Chapters: 2/15, Language: English

Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski, The Witcher (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Triss Merigold, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon

Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Triss Merigold/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Prophecy, Ballads, Pining, Mutual Pining, Unrequited Love, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Compliant, Period Typical Attitudes, Alternate History, Gwent (The Witcher), Sharing a Bed, Geralt in Baths, Plotty, Deviates From Canon, Post-Canon, episodic

[skaldingrayne]

WIP It Good

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPS.(even tumblr is finite OP)

Tagged by @lamburrito, thank you! 💜 (Now hold on to yer butts):

we are known by the stories we share

o wind, if winter comes (written, but still updating)

like a roaring lion, seeking to devour

Parhelia Rewired

Unexpected Company

The Merry Mysteries of The Musician & The Mage: Kiss & Make Up!

First Impressions

didn't know i was looking (for someone like you)

and the stars will know our names

Home is Where the Hatred Is

between the cold moon and the earth

nawskel

lamden 5+1 h/c

happy hour

Always back to you

heliotropic

Evergreen

Hibernation

a/b/o bombard

Firsts

Dragon Song

Alone

lambco

running

fix-it

Shelter

Reaching for Gold

bruises

fantasy land

necromanskel

ghosts of soavine

bombard SRT

music video

the witcher's third sword

lamden rooftop

Coën/Lambert shy guys

L+A+E pining adventures in mesaland

pavetta thing

roadtrip snip/vibes

scars

Imbaelk

missed connections

...and yes, I still tell myself I will somehow finish all of these. (Because the sad thing is many of these are mostly written and just waiting for their turn in editing hell!) 😅

Tagging in @vidra-ab @eyesofshinigami @round--robin​ @jayofolympus @frenchkey @octinary @sometimesiwrite

[ferelden-doglord]

Elves in the Witcher world

I gathered some info about the elves from the Witcher book series. I tried to collect as much as possible - can be used for writing refferences.

Contains spoilers for the Witcher series!

Both Aen Seidhe and Aen Elle seem to have same appearance - big cat-shaped eyes, attractive features, narrow lips,tall figure, small teeth lacking canine teeth

Elves never built castles but they built châteaux

Aelirenn lead the young elves into the war with humans. The old elves were againts the war because they knew they don’t stand a chance and they could never bring the glory of their people back. They wanted to survive so they decided to destroy their cities and hide in the mountains and wait till the humans die out. They hoped humans would die out. Aelirenn got the support of young elves and lead them into the war. They all got massacred.

Only young elves are fertile and can have children but most of the young elves died in the war with humans or join Scoia’tael.

They’re known for their attractive appearance but still are heavily discriminated by humans.

Humans with elven blood and half-elves aren’t uncommon but they face discrimination and hate same as true elves.

It’s possible to recognize elves just by the way they walk.

Elves look down on humans and feel superior towards them.

Scoia’tael are mostly young elves, it’s typical for them to wear squirrel tails - thats where they got their name from. They enjoy killing humans but sometimes spare innocent ones.

Elves weren’t first who arrived to the Continent. Gnomes were the first to live there.

They’re long lived same as Tolkien’s elves

During the war with Nilfgaard Scoia’tael sided with Nilfgaard because they were promised to have their own land. Francesca Findabair - the ruler of Dol Blathanna “an elven state” let Scoia’tael be massacred even though they could have stopped fighting and return to Dol Blathanna to protect it. Francesca said she is forbidden to help Scoia'tael in order to have peace with Temeria and Kaedwen. It was Emhyr’s order. Filavandrel protested because elven children - Scoia'tael - the last hope for the future for Aen Seidhe died in vain and were massively massacred every day by humans even though it could be all avoided. After the war Scoia’tael were forbidden to enter Dol Blathanna and were labeled as war criminals. Remaining leaders of Scoia’tael units were killed. Only Isengrim Faoiltiarna managed to run. The rest of Scoia’tael became exiles and were hunted.

 If Scoia’tael captured humans they used pretty cruel torturing tactics on them

Their architecture is so beautiful no human could ever build anything as breath-taking as elven buildings

Avallac’h mentioned sex being boring for elves after they become over 100 years old. Humans on the other hand were never tired of it so bored elf females and males decided to have sex with humans. Elven females ovulate once in 10-20 years but they ovulate every time when they reach orgasm with male humans. There isn’t any explanation for that.

Half-elves usually share lot of elf features

It seems Aen Elle find humans more disgusting than Aen Seidhe do. Aen Elle can hardly imagine having sex with humans. They took over different world inhabitated by humans and killed them, they only keep female humans as slaves.

 Its impossible to tell their age. 30 years old elf looks the same as 130 years old one.

True Aen Seidhe rarely find humans attractive.

 Make up was invented by them and humans started using it too.

In some lands marriages between humans and non-humans are forbidden Humans are disgusted by these marriages but they still happen and its practically impossible to find humans without Seidhe Ichaer - elder blood in them.

Elves dont make differences between girls and boys when raising them (for example they both learn to ride on horses, shoot from a bow etc.)

Elves arrived to Continent 1000 years before humans did

Elven cities were rebuilt by humans to human cities for example Novigrad, Oxenfurt, Vizima, Tretogor, Maribor, Cidaris, Cintra

Geoffrey Monck went to Loc Muinne to convince elves to accept human kids who were to be taught by elven mages. After few years marshal Raupenneck from Tretogor went to Loc Muinne and killed all the elves living there. That’s how the war between elves and humans started and it ended at Shaerrawedd where all the elves were massacred

Elves move faster than humans

Their clothes usually have their favourite leaf pattern

Scoia'tael dont wear armor

They believe if you visit place where something important happened it may happen again

Elves are bound by their land - territory while dwarves live in clans - thats why its easier for dwarves to live among humans than for elves

Elven callendar is divided into Solar holidays - Solstices (Midwinter, Midsummer) Equionoxes (Birke, Velen) and Lunar holidays - Imbaelk, Belleteyn, Lammas, Saovine.   

Elves are usually in good body shape/condition

Very low percentage of elven blood in humans wont influence human features and no one can tell if the human had some elf ancestor

Aen Saevherne are small group of elves who are known for their big knowledge on various subjects, they have prophetic powers and knowledge of magic though not every elven mage is Aen Saevherne. Known Aen Saevherne are Auberon Muircetach, Lara Dorren, Avallac'h and Ida Emean aep Sivney.

 Lara Dorren was destined to have an unordinary child. She felt in love with a human - Cregennan of Lod and got pregnant with him. Their relationship wasnt accepted well by some humans and elves and humans were the reason why both lovers died. Before Lara died she gave a birth to her child who got saved and could pass Lara’s gen on.

 Aen Seidhe and Aen Elle dont share the same language - Aen Seidhe talk in Hen Llinge while Aen Elle talk in Ellylon.

Torc is a symbol of a ruler. Auberon wears one.

Elves hardly show any emotions in front of humans and dont talk much to them

Aen Seidhe eventually left the world of humans through the Gate - according to Nimue they took all their art and statues or destroyed them

[hugdjarfur]

For some strange reason, Týr had expected the whole world to burn. He hadn't counted on the fact that everyone wouldn't be in the same panic mode all the time as he was. What was wrong with him? It wasn't the first time he had witnessed horrific injustice done to innocent people without doing anything to make it right, but it never seemed to get any easier for him to get over it. It haunted him.

Týr felt almost dejected, but her calmness reassured him, something he hadn't thought possible. "Yes, yes, I know I should have fun." A huff of a breath left his lips. Normally, Týr spent every waking moment during the Imbaelk's festivities enjoying himself, but this year was different, of course. "I apologise. You know I could never quite stop fretting over them. Perhaps I'll always worry about them, but there's nothing we can do right now to fix that, so we should just let it go for a moment and have fun. Shouldn't we?"

Idunn stood, peeling the layers of the sweet poppyseed pastry into her mouth as she watched humans bustle around the streets. They were either eager for celebration, or slowly being pulled in by the Eternal Flame, the goddess was content in being an unaffecting bystander.

Her lips pulled into a faint smirk when Tyr appeared. They made a fair point, and Idunn gave a slight nod of acknowledgement before turning to them completely, still picking at her pastry as she spoke. “Is it so surprising that they don’t? They may be eager to identify omens, but the fire seems to burn too bright for them to see through.”

She nudged Tyr gently with her elbow, “You should enjoy the festivities, instead of fret over them so.”

[wishingformemoria]

Anyway, calling it now the new Gwent seasonal event will be Imbaelk.

[ao3feed-geralt-jaskier]

by yogurtgun

After spending a treacherous winter together, Jaskier and Geralt make an arrangement: they travel together for three seasons before Jaskier finds a town or a court to winter over until spring. However, this year Geralt meets Jaskier a little earlier than expected, during Imbaelk. Between holiday celebrations, solstices and plum schnapps, Geralt falls in love and loses his way.

Words: 4465, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English

Fandoms: The Witcher (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion

Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Falling In Love, Pining, Mutual Pining, Geralt isn't good with emotions, Slavic Traditions, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Marathon Sex, Porn with Feelings, Snowballing, Felching, Face-Fucking, bulging, Happy Ending

[hugdjarfur]

After all this time, you would think that Týr would be hardened when confronted with the injustices of the world, yet here he sat drinking alone, unable to get it out of his mind. The drink wasn't strong enough to intoxicate him, but the mere taste of it was enough to soothe the anger that still hadn't subsided since that day in the square. His thoughts were thankfully interrupted when Satya spoke out loud beside him. He hadn't even noticed that he wasn't sitting there alone. "You could say that, and now they expect us to go out and celebrate Imbaelk? I don't know how that's even possible."

THE NOWHERE INN / FT. OPEN

It took a look for the mage to be shook, 125 years of living doing that to someone. Cruelty was no novelty to her and she had inflicted her own part of it as well as endured it. Yet, there was something in the day’s event that shook her to her core, something in the lingering scent of the air that reminder her of who she was and what could be lost. But it wasn’t fear that had a tight grip on Satya, it was anger, one burning as hot as the fire in the Square. Powerful hands were tightly gripping the drink between them. “That’s one way to start the day,” Satya said under her breath to no one in particular.