#renfri-lives

[tawnyfool]

They gave Renfri's sword and scabbard to Ciri ...surely this isnt a recycle and there is a deep lore reason right??? RIGHT??

[hanzajesthanza]

Pretty fucking place, isn't it?

i always think about the fact that while in beauclair, geralt's hanza lived in the palace lying that they were nobility, travelling incognito... what that meant for angoulême, whose only ask was to be made a countess... i like to think that she enjoyed her time in beauclair then...

spiritual successor to this gwent card edit

angoulême model 🏰 icewine mod

[teatitty]

Worst feeling ever to re-read something you've already posted and notice you misspelled a character's name. Deidre I'm so sorry I'm just way too used to spelling it the irish way

[queerfictionwriter]

Writing Update: November 2022

So, November was weird! I didn’t actually manage to do any of the things I had planned at the end of October, but it still ended up being a pretty damn great month, writing-wise, for me anyway—despite November historically not being a month where I get a lot of writing done. 

Total wordcount: 17, 424 (!!!)

Highlights: 

You mean aside from that gorgeous word count that was the highest monthly total for me this year??? 

Dreamt up a wickedly good idea with @piceuscelus that culminated in a series (which can be found here—it’s Witcher fandom blasphemy AU), where I wrote and posted the second fic (this one!) 

Worked on the next installment of the Eskel/Renfri series with @violaceum-vitellina-viridis (series can be found here—I know it’s a rarepair and the two of us are the only ones paddling in this canoe, but oh my god, it’s so good) 

Worked on some Patreon stuff for December and January 

Started a Laiden fic because I had an idea that munched on my grey matter 

Pivoted back around to a long-running WIP of mine, the RA AU (unposted, Steter) and finished what will probably be chapter six once it starts posting; WIP is now at 25.5k 

Finished what will be the first chapter of the Steter BDSM AU (unposted); that WIP is now at 4.4k 

Goals for December: 

Finish one of the fics I have started for @violaceum-vitellina-viridis‘s birthday and post the belated birthday gift 

Complete Jannuary’s batch of Patreon stuff 

Start and also finish the other birthday fic I have planned

[fist-amidst-the-hands]

TELL ME ABOUT YENFRI COLLEGE AU

Please 😘

YENFRI COLLEGE AU MY BELOVED!!! answered here! what I posted is pretty much all I have written so far but if you have any specific questions or thoughts please feel free to come yell at and/or with me!!!

wip ask game!

[queenboimler]

workshopping a cosmic horror sci fi story set in a solar system being devoured by the black hole at the center of the milky way galaxy

[psychcwound]

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[inexplicifics]

So I was rereading the first chapter of That Is Born Out Of Agony, and it says Renfri knows how to play the lap harp “indifferently well, mostly because she is interested.” Am I reading that right? Does she like instruments in general, or specifically the lap harp? I know you said neither you nor she knows what she wants to do in the future, but do you ever think she’d ask Jaskier or maybe one of the noble ladies to teach her a bit more? When compared to her other lessons, would it even strike her to ask about something as seemingly frivolous to learn as music? I hope she learns about the full Kaer Morhen experience, complete with the arts and crafts that people do, rather than just the classes witcher trainees need (not that I’m not thrilled that she’s learning that too)! Jask has his performances, Milena has her embroidery, Sasha has his drawing, and Cedric and Axel have their crafts, too. It’s okay that she doesn't already know everything; there’s an array of people with unique experiences (some with very long lives) who would do their best to pass on their knowledge of whatever the subject she’s interested in is❤️

Oops, that started as a question and morphed as it went. I love your work and I wish you the best in wrestling the plot bunnies!

If Renfri does choose to learn more about music, Jaskier will be absolutely over the moon. And honestly he'll probably offer, if she even looks faintly interested.

So she might well become rather more than indifferently good at the lap harp!

[thedemonofcat]

Jaskier learns he's the reincarnation of Renfri, leading to self-esteem issues as he worries about living up to her.

Geralt grapples with balancing his love for Jaskier and lingering guilt from Renfri's death

[vesemirsexual]

wait no another one 🔀 for lambert adopting renfri

send me a 🔀 and a pairing, and i’ll shuffle my playlist and make an au based on the first song that comes up

No Roots - Alice Merton

okay this concept is mildly hilarious to me. but lambert ends up finding young renfri on the run from her stepmother and stregobor, and basically a feral little stray. she tries to steal his horse from the stables at an inn one night and he’s like I think the Fuck not. so renfri tries the big eyes “please mr I have nothing” and lambert is like wow cool, not my problem! begone little rat.

so anyway this kicks off renfri following him around and actively trying to rob his ass out of spite. he’s super annoyed and keeps telling her she’s lucky he doesn’t beat up kids, and she’s meanwhile like yeah i am going to take this assholes shit to sell. eventually she does actually manage to snatch some of his shit - he thought he’d finally gotten rid of the little brat, and while he was on a contract she DID actually do it. so he’s tracking her down like “right, going to make an exception, this kid is a fucking ASS” and it works out because miss renfri has drawn a little bit too much attention following a Witcher and she’s been hunted down by one of stregobors apprentices.

lambert gets about 5 mins into hearing the explanation about why dissecting little girls is totally cool actually before he loses it and the idiot loses his head. so now lambert is pissed off and he HAD wanted to teach this little shit a lesson but now she’s clearly terrified and shaking and okay he will watch her back for ONE night out here and then she’s on her own okay.

so lambert basically ends up with a child he can’t help but actually like. she’s vicious and she’s mouthy and rude and very determined to live (it does NOT remind him of anyone okay!!)

so now they’re staying moving because he doesn’t really know how big this is, and how many people are actually after this kid. and he thinks about taking her to kaer morhen, even if just for the winter, and he thinks about her teary terrified face when he’d found her, and he thinks about her in kaer morhen, and is completely rational about it of course - lambert decides he can’t take her there and he doesn’t want them to know about her. he doesn’t want their advice about children and they don’t know anything and he doesn’t want them giving renfri any terrible ideas about life.

so lambert isn’t returning home for a few winters and everyone is shattered because they think he’s dead. until there’s a rumour about a mouthy little bitch of a Witcher that literally cannot be anyone else, and one of his siblings hunts him down and is like …what the fuck is that? and lambert is immediately a little bit too defensive, too fierce about it all.

basically, baby boy has to face his trauma and they all have to ACTUALLY talk and clear the air. renfri is like woah mama mia you guys are way more messed up than me, comforting. lambert is actually doing pretty well at the parenting/mentoring thing and appears to be actually be trying to be a somewhat good example (it’s the cycle of healing and being better bitch)

[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

🌹

From Howling at the Hollow Moon:

“It may be nice to have someone else who isn’t a werewolf on this mountain.” Yennefer hands him a mug of coffee. “There aren’t any others?” “No, there aren’t many humans that elect to live on a mountaintop full of people who turn into wolves every four weeks and can smell it every time you get horny.” Jaskier snorts into his mug. “Every time?” “You shared a tiny room with Geralt for two weeks. Once your scent suppressant wore off, he knew every time you had the slightest indecent thought.” Jaskier looks into the mug and contemplates if it’s deep enough to drown in. “Don’t worry.” She smiles at him over the rim of her own mug. “Most of them are polite enough not to walk up to you and ask what turned you on. Except for Lambert.” “Anything else I should know?” He settles back in his chair. She drums her fingers on the table for a moment, looking thoughtful. “You’ll want earplugs for the full moons. The howling travels. They all eat their meat so rare it’s practically still mooing, so you’ll need to remind them that you’re a human who can get food poisoning. Don’t sneak up on Lambert, Aiden, or Renfri, especially close to a full moon. Turned werewolves can be volatile.” “So can hereditary werewolves.” Jaskier resists the urge to reach up and rub at the scar on his shoulder. “Occasionally.” Her gaze drops to his shoulder, like she can sense his discomfort. “But for the most part, this pack isn’t violent unless provoked.” “And what provokes them?” “Being a shitheel like your father.”

Send me a 🌹 to get a snippet of a WIP

[limerental]

limerental's themed self-rec lists

read my old fics, you cowards! these are majority witcher fics, because i have an illness.

silly goofy modern au

how long we were fool'd - jaskier/yennefer(&geralt)

married neighbors yennskier, suburban dad!geralt, modern witchers, little kid ciri, aroace geralt, relationship misunderstandings, borzoi roach, supernatural mystery, some canon-typical violence, found family nonsense, and my own clairvoyance in writing yennskier husband-wife but it was spring 2020

(don't) poke the sleeping dragon - jaskier/yennefer/geralt

a retelling of bottled appetites but it's a nerdy fantasy music festival, copious drug use, yennefer's sick wizard van, unicorn edibles, golden dragon dildos, outdoor sex, geralt getting pegged and double penetrated, a dialogue only threesome, accidental yearning old friend geraskier tenderness, and someone once told me they wouldn't read this fic because yen had her tits out in the summary and i will always remember that criticism for the rest of my life

as if you were a mythical thing - yennefer/geralt

old married couple, dom/sub dynamics, sex unicorn mention, geralt is very vanilla but loves his kinky wife, and he's too autistic about horses not to ruin ponyplay with horse facts

this one might hurt

long on the road & how light carries on - geralt/jaskier (eventual geralt/regis in the sequel, plus many platonic relationships)

the 80s trucker/hitchhiker au that got away from me, vietnam vet trucker geralt, aging hippie musician jaskier, AIDS crisis, terminal illnesses, dealing with mortality, falling in love, road tripping, copious american geography, period-typical queer community issues, and then... life after loss, aging, grief and mourning, queer and traumatized family dynamics both found and otherwise, finding love again, and watching the sun set on a life well lived

in dark and twisted braids - fringilla &/ yennefer

aretuza school days slumber parties, girlhood crushes, pining, unrequited love, i shook a sorceress and intergenerational trauma fell out, the inherent adolescent horror of making lasting decisions about your future when you are barely 18 but even worse because there's war and violence and permanent alterations to your body and forced sterilization and your little schoolgirl crush on someone you thought was a friend ends in betrayal and bloodshed and you end up on opposite sides of the war and she never even looked your way or thought about you and--

then send down the storm - aiden/lambert, lambert/geralt(/yennefer)

witcher roadtripping, just guys being dudes, horse stuff, winter at kaer morhen polyamory but different, ~trauma~, the mortifying ordeal of accepting you deserve more from life and also of being known, but it's too late (or is it?), grief and mourning and loss and love that was worth its loss, and also, the character death(s) are largely temporary.

aw that just ain't right :/

the witch in her tower - eskel/yennefer(/geralt)

dark fic, fairytale elements, hurt no comfort (mind the tags), morally dubious heartbroken yennefer, pining and years of yearning for geralt eskel, unrequited love, non-consensual mind control during sex, flashbacks to messed up witcher child abuse and violence and cruelty, the inherent horror of mutated and manipulated little boys becoming men who think they can't or shouldn't love paralleled with the inherent horror of enchanted and manipulated little girls becoming women who-- you get it.

the flesh calmly going cold - geralt/jaskier

this one's gross for real, a hunt gone wrong, hurt NO comfort, major character death and it's gross and tragic, gore, necrophilia, organs lovingly described (and jizzed on), basically it's just like that scene in twn where filavandrel exploded but if francesca humped his goo after. sorry.

blood of the covenant (water of the womb) - geralt/&renfri, geralt/stregobor

supernatural pregnancy body horror as revenge, ......pregobor, black sun princess trauma and curses, apocalyptic monster fetus imagery, it's about women and violence against women and evil men suffering for inflicting that violence mostly, and also the evils of standing by and watching evil happen. also, yes stregobor is magical yucky bella swan pregnant and then bad stuff happens to everybody.

[ao3feed-witcher-podfic]

by Anonymous

For all that destiny is a crock of horseshit, it's also extremely invested in making sure Geralt does things right the first time around. And if he can’t, well—it’ll make him try again until he does.

Or: most people would give anything for a second chance, if asked. Nobody asked Geralt, but he didn’t even want the first one.

Podfic of spit out all the lives it takes to make me by twelvemagpies.

Words: 12, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Eskel (The Witcher), Vesemir (The Witcher), Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Renfri (The Witcher)

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

Additional Tags: Time Travel, Time Loop, well more like a time backstitch for all the sewing enthusiasts in the witcher fandom, Alternate Timelines, Worldbuilding, okay more like self-indulgent extrapolation of canon, Angst, Witcher Training (The Witcher), Trial Of The Grasses (The Witcher), Feelings Realization, Resolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Sexual Tension, yeah really both i'm sorry y'all, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Canon Compliant, (if you look at the forest and not at the trees lmao), Emotionally Constipated Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Podfic, Audio Format: MP3, Audio Format: Streaming, Podfic Length: 45-60 Minutes

Listen on AO3

[queerfictionwriter]

Writing Update: November 2023

Regardless of what I’d planned and hoped for at the end of October, November was a bit of a slow month, as I started to do my usual wind-down at this time of year. I always hibernate, a little, in December and January, with the bracketing months being a little slow. Given that, I’m proud of what I got done, and how many goals I did actually achieve that I set out to. 

Total wordcount: 7, 372

Highlights: 

I did, in fact, finish that paid writing piece 

I posted a birthday fic for @piceuscelus (Witcher, Eskel/Renfri, here)

I edited and scheduled the Patreon content for December 

I started working on January’s batch of Patreon content (and got it mostly-done) 

I finished my first Spideypool fic! 

Goals for December: 

Edit and post my first Spideypool fic

Finish January’s Patreon content, edit and schedule 

Work on February’s Patreon content 

Finish and post the other birthday fic I have started

Finish and post part 4 of the Demon Eskel AU (here)

Post chapter 4, and maybe chapter 5, of the BDSM AU (here)

[axratsffxivwrite]

FFXIV Write Day 6 - Halcyon (Dented Memory)

Even the North End had not been spared. 

Marsil sprawled amidst the rubble of his childhood home, staring up at the night sky above. Bereft of lanterns and lamps, the stars seemed so much brighter, so full of colors and patterns. Normally, he would only see such detail while out on a hunt, but here, now… 

There was a bittersweet beauty to the view that he just couldn’t shake. 

All around him were reminders of a calmer time. Patterns in ruined pieces of stone, scraps of Garlean decor amidst the crumbling Dalmascan architecture. When restlessness overtook him, he began to pick through the stones, seeking anything worth salvaging. Anything worth keeping. 

Every muscle in his body ached, his aether long since spent, but sitting still had never quite been his style. Beneath a fragment of the parlor wall, he found shattered glass and a cracked wooden palette. A dented metal case gleamed in the starlight and he picked it up, prying open the twisted medal to reveal a set of brushes of various sizes and shapes, still pristine amidst the destruction. 

Marsil crouched down, closing the case once more. 

Everything felt numb. He had no more grief to grieve, no more hurt to suffer. He simply felt… numb. The realization that he would likely never see his niece again was right there, at the back of his mind, and yet… it felt so foreign, so dulled, that he could not even begin to acknowledge it. 

Everything hurt. 

Nothing hurt. 

He wished he spent more time watching her paint, more time telling her his hunt stories. 

Maybe if he had invited her into his inner circle, he would still have one surrogate sibling at his side. 

Or maybe she, like Amelia, like Rostam, like Ruga and Turzag, like Renfri, like Frelic, like everyone, would be buried somewhere beneath the rubble, with no salvation, no rescue, no life. 

He thought back to the last time he had talked to his niece, how the bells passed them by as they caught up on weeks of busy lives. He thought about her son, his little nephew, how he was nearly too big for his mother to hold. 

He thought about his clan, about the days and nights spent on the hunt and on the run. Breakfasts at the pub and dinners around the campfire. 

He thought about all the things he lost to this uprising, to this vain attempt at liberation. All the tavern songs and long roads. Their fight had never been easy nor kind, but compared to the destruction that surrounded him now, the memories felt downright halcyon. 

He looked to the dented case in his hand once more, that remnant of a better day, a happier memory, and let out a quiet, choked sob. 

Once, a naive, frustrated young man had strayed into Lowtown seeking nothing more than freedom and acceptance where it had been denied to him. Now, he sat amidst the rubble and wondered if such things were even possible. If he could ever truly have peace again. 

He tucked the case beneath his arm and slowly rose back to his feet. With a numb sense of resignation, he turned to walk away. 

Maybe they could win. Maybe they could liberate Dalmasca. Maybe the cost would eventually be worth the prize. 

Maybe one day he wouldn’t feel so haunted by the ghosts of better days.

[fresh-shoes]

My unwanted live thoughts on “Out of the Fire, into the Frying Pan”

1. AHHH JASKIER CALLED THEM FAMILY!!!

2. Those dunes look like Ruffles (the chip)

3. Make out with that rock girl! Do it!

4. Disgusting. Unicorn piss?- OH SHIT MONSTER

5. Salmonella eat your heart out. OH GROSS!! THIS IS HOW WE GET DYSENTERY!! OR POISONED!! Yup there we go.

6. RENFRI?! Oh my god we're bringing back all the dead princesses. Update: not Renfri. Different crazy dead princess.

7. This unicorn is a jackass. Seriously just let Ciri ride to civilization.

8. How is she fighting? She's dehydrated, starving, on the brink of death. Adrenaline must be a hell of a drug.

9. This might help, here's a napkin. Oh look the unicorn can walk now. What a magical napkin.

10. Oh god, why are we listening to murderer Princess.