#use of axii

[thedemonofcat]

After his father's death, Jaskier returns to Lettenhove for the funeral. Following the ceremony and some obligatory family time, he attends the reading of the will. To his surprise, he's informed that—thanks to some ancient land deal made centuries ago—his family technically owns a portion of the Blue Mountains.

As part of his inheritance, Jaskier discovers he is now the rightful owner of Kaer Morhen.

Naturally, the wolf witchers don’t take this news well.

They all know, or at least suspect, something about whatever happened between Geralt and Jaskier after that mountain incident—the one that caused them to stop traveling together. So now, panic sets in. The witchers are worried Jaskier might decide to evict them out of spite.

So far, they've brainstormed a few "solutions":

PLAN A: Kidnap Jaskier and keep him locked up in Kaer Morhen to prevent him from doing anything drastic.

PLAN B: Use Axii to make Jaskier forget Kaer Morhen even exists.

PLAN C: Kill Jaskier. (Not ideal. Or smart.)

PLAN D: Force Geralt to apologize, hoping that if Jaskier forgives him, he’ll go easy on the rest of them.

Currently, the witchers are still arguing about which plan is the least terrible.

[inexplicifics]

so im rereading tenderness and the bit with eskels axii made me think of smth. sasha says that if he didnt already know better, he would think axii was just a truth spell. i was thinking abt flung and how morvran and cahir rly only see axii used to get truthful information and nothing else, and when the trainees go over the restrictions with cahir i dont think they actually say anything that contradicts that it could just be a truth spell. do morvran and cahir realize what axii actually is, or do they go back home assuming witchers can compel honesty but not like. other mind control stuff theoretically? does anyone in nilfgaard remember anything abt witchers from before ard carraigh?

I don't think Witchers pre-Warlord really told anyone what Axii could do, because it's not the sort of thing one wants to spread around. People were wary enough of Witchers without the possibility of mind control, and also it's the sort of weapon that works best when not expected. So anyone who met Witchers pre-Warlord would probably not know they could cast Axii, or what it could do.

Cahir knows a little more, but the young Witchers weren't actually explicit about Axii being mind-control, just that its use was carefully regulated. As far as he and Morvran know for certain, it's a truth spell.

[howi99]

//*sigh* Jaune?//

Jaune: Yes?

//i'm going to teach you some of the spell i knew during my first years as a mage.//

Jaune: ... You weren't going to?

//It's not that iwas keeping them to myself, but more so that i didn't saw the point if we were going to fuse eventually.//

Jaune: Oh yeah... That...

//But since the fusing is almost at a complete stop, i shall impart my knowledge to the best of my ability. Which is a lot less effective since i am more Ozma than Ozpin. There are 6 spells i think you could learn easily enough.//

Jaune: Which are?

//Aard, Ignis, Yrden, Quen, Axii and Heliotrop. Aard will make you release a wave of kinetic energy. Ignis is a less powerful version of the fire ball we used against Tyrian. Yrden is a trap, to immobilize and hurt your adversary. You can only place one. Quen is a protective shield, useful against physical attack but against the powers of the maidens? Heliotrope will be more useful. It creates a cushion to absorb attacks, of any kind but only once. After that, you need to recast it. Axii is a confusion spell. It can turn foes into allies for a minute. It doesn't work twice however.//

Jaune: Sounds like a video game mechanic.

//You think their inspiration came from where?//

[starryoak]

Basic Pokémon Worldbuilding Headcanons

Decided to write down my base worldbuilding assumptions about the Pokémon World, in case anyone else would like to share them;

Pokemon types are not fully a human-made classification system, but rather a metaphysical property of a Pokémon’s aura, the same aura that Lucario and many other Pokémon manipulate; the ‘frequency’ of their type is unique to them, and the combination of types makes its own unique ‘frequency’, much like coordinates on a chart with 18 different axiis on both sides.  This means that classification was first made and named by psychic humans who could sense them, until humans developed machinery for proper classification. The formal classification of a type is conditional on being detectable by modern technology, which is why the Fairy type remained unclassified for years, as it was very similar to Normal type in makeup.

This energy is also how Pokémon can be contained in Pokeballs and transferred electronically; Pokemon are naturally capable of converting from energy to mass and back again, though the exact mechanics of this transformation only became known in the 90’s as advances in science allowed the Pokémon Storage System to come into existence.

Psychic humans, of course, as we know, exist. Up to 5-10% of the population is some form of psychic, the extra 5% having psychic potential of some manner that, while not offering powers of any kind, makes them extra vulnerable to psychic effects or attacks.

This fact mixes explicit canon with my own headcanons; evolution for Pokémon is a process entirely separate to aging or the biological meaning of evolution in our world. Pokémon evolve for a variety of factors that are often connected but not always related to aging; if their territory is suited for them and would not support their larger evolution, many Pokémon simply choose not to evolve, leading to strange (for humans) sights like encountering elderly Treecko. As Grovyle are significantly larger than their prevolution, the Treecko would have had to leave his family behind to seek new territory, so it simply never did. Evolution is not the process of aging for Pokémon, though it’s often intimately connected with it, most Pokémon are fully capable of reaching maturity and breeding prior to their final evolution, so many simply choose not to do so for their own reasons. 

The act of evolution consumes a large amount of energy in a short period of time; this is the cause of the glowing light seen in the anime and some games, while others feature large bursts of swirling wind, the method of energy dispersal can vary, but all evolution causes some form of sudden energy discharge.

The process that is described in our world as natural evolution, and this is explicitly canon, does occur to Pokémon, though often it can be much more rapid than in our world. For example, and this is implicitly (though not explicitly) canon, Electrode and Voltorb’s species was originally a species of Apricorn mimics; this is implied by the Temple of Sinnoh’s statue of the original Lord Electrode, which has no dividing line between the upper and lower halves. As Pokeballs came into existence, they pivoted to mimicking them instead.

Pokémon breeding is more complicated than canon presents, obviously, but the base premises the game uses, of “Egg Groups”, is fundamentally still correct. Pokémon reproduce in different ways based on their species, but all Pokémon capable of breeding are in some form capable of laying eggs, often with the more mammalian Pokémon simply being ovovivaparous, giving live birth to their young, but still having eggs inside their bodies rather than placentas.  Under stress or other conditions that make it more favorable, often these Pokémon can choose to lay their eggs rather than develop them internally. Despite most technically being capable of doing so, most Pokémon simply do not choose to breed outside their species, and in fact, interbreeding between species in the wild is a likely sign of a disturbed ecosystem.  Obvious incompatibilities due to size can be overcome through artificial insemination, and Pokémon breeders often use these technologies to help create more effective battlers. As in canon, male Pokémon pass on very little to their offspring. To elaborate on that fact, male Pokémon pass on their aura to their child more than genes, and this leads to the influence of the father on a Pokémon expressing themselves subtly, often offering the capabilities to learn moves that may not be natural to their offspring. Very occasionally the father’s genes will express themselves in minor physical differences to an average member of the species, but this is very rare and usually very subtle.

Pokémon that are not biological in nature and/or in the No Eggs Discovered egg group tend to reproduce in their own unique ways, but due to unknown reasons, speculated upon wildly by scientists, usually still produce some form of egg in the process of reproduction.  For example; Magnemite and its family reproduce by two or more Magnemite collecting magnetic minerals together into a roughly egg-shaped ball, which eventually solidifies into a Magnemite egg. This type of reproduction is common to most Pokémon in the Mineral egg group. Most Ghost types are capable of natural reproduction, despite their appearances, and simply collect energy together during reproduction that coalesces into an egg once a male Pokémon has provided their aura.

[queenxxxsupreme]

Benevolent Creatures (Jaskier x siren!reader)

A/N: Hi babes!!! I will be posting a little something shortly to just explain a couple things but nonetheless, I hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: nothing outside of canon for the Witcher Netflix

Word Count: 4.5k

“Where is Jaskier leading us, Geralt?” Cirilla asked quietly. Geralt looked over his shoulder to where she sat atop Roach.

“I don’t know.” He answered.

Just ahead of them was Jaskier. He strummed his lute as he walked down a narrow path of moss-covered stones.

Ciri’s eyes flickered to her right. Something scurried beneath the underbrush.

“How much longer until we get to wherever it is you’re taking us, Jaskier?” Geralt stepped over a tree root, then guided Roach by the reins over it.

“Not long at all.” The bard spoke over his shoulder. “We’re nearly there.”

“And where exactly is there?” Ciri raised her eyebrows. “We’re in the middle of nowhere.”

“You’ll see.”

Geralt didn't like how silent everything was. There were no crickets, no frogs, no birds. There was no sign of life anywhere in the swamp.

Roach huffed and whinnied, jerking her head back. Her ears flickered back and forth as if she too was trying to find some sort of sound.

“Shh, girl.” Geralt signed axii, calming her down.

“What’s wrong with her?” Ciri furrowed her brow.

The witcher looked to his Child Surprise, then returned his gaze ahead.

“She knows something isn’t right.” He pulled back a branch from a black willow tree that dangled in the path.

Just a few moments later, the walkway opened up to reveal a pool of water. A wooden bridge that seemed to be decaying crossed over the water and led the way to a small wooden structure on the other side of the pool.

The wooden structure— which appeared to be a home —sat up on wooden stilts four feet off the ground. The front porch wrapped entirely around the home. Green moss and vines of all sorts grew along the sides of the structure, appearing as though it was being engulfed in greenery.

“Jaskier!” Geralt hissed. “What are we doing here?”

“Relax, Geralt.”

As he climbed the stairs to the house, Jaskier straightened out his jerkin and tucked his hair behind his ears. But he decided that having his hair behind his ears wasn’t a good idea and made him appear as though he was trying too hard. So he shook his head out to give himself a bit of a roughened look.

Letting out a breath, Jaskier raised his hand to knock on the door. Before his hand even touched the door, it was pulled open.

You stood just inside your home, a soft smile on your lips.

Without so much as a second thought, the bard embraced you in a firm hug. His arms wrapped around your waist and then around your shoulders. He buried his nose in your hair, inhaling your intoxicatingly sweet scent.

You kissed his neck since that was all you could reach, your fingers grasping his jerkin.

Jaskier pulled away so that he could properly kiss you. His hand found your chin, tilting your head up.

You smiled against his lips. Your hands came up to hold onto either side of his face. The sound of his heart beating quickly filled your ears. It was a familiar sound you always longed to hear.

He pulled away first, blue eyes finding yours.

“You smell odd.” You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked up at him, brushing your thumb across his stubbly cheek.

You couldn’t quite place what he smelled like, but it wasn’t his usual scent. There was someone else laced with him, someone’s scent that made the hair on your neck stand on end.

“Well, I haven’t properly bathed in days— thanks to a series of unfortunate events.”

You opened your mouth to speak, ready to offer him a bath, but you heard movement to your right. You turned your head, eyes landing on the witcher and the child Jaskier had been traveling with.

You could sense her Chaos, the powerful aura radiating off of the girl. But she wasn’t what concerned you.

The white haired witcher carried twin swords on his back. A part of you wondered if they were the same swords he had decades ago. The same swords he used to try to murder you with. The same ones that he used to kill your sister.

A scar on your forearm burned from the sight of the swords. Instinctively, you placed your hand over the scar.

You took a step away from Jaskier, brows drawing together.

“Julian, what is the meaning of this?”

Geralt’s nose scrunched as he realized who you were. Your voice was far too familiar to forget. His medallion trembled, causing him to place his hand over it. The wrinkle between his brow deepened with frustration.

Without any explanation to the girl, he reached an arm out to guide Ciri behind him.

The simple action made you even more tense and unsure of the situation. He was preparing to fight you.

A growl began to vibrate in your chest, animalistic and primal.

“What the fuck, Jaskier!” Geralt demanded, drawing a sword from his back.

As you growled once more, dagger-like claws grew from what had once been human nails on your hands.

The bard came to stand between you both, holding his hands out to either of you.

“No, no! There will be no fighting!”

“Witcher.” You spoke through your teeth.

“What is she?” Ciri asked quietly, her question directed to Geralt.

“Siren.” Geralt let out a breath. He didn’t want to let on that he was worried. Should you choose to do so, you could very easily incapacitate him and slaughter Ciri and Jaskier. “Jaskier, why the fuck have you brought us here?”

“We will be safe here for a little while, Geralt! At least until we can get some sort of plan figured out.”

Your eyes shot to the bard, unaware of his intentions. Never had he brought anyone to your home.

“Ciri will not be staying here.” Geralt told him, yellow eyes finding yours.

Your lip curled up into a snarl. Human teeth were replaced with what looked like dozens of sharp canines.

“Alright, darling.” Jaskier turned to face you, reaching out to place a hand on your arm. You turned and stormed into your home before he could put his hand on you.

“Don’t you dare touch me!”

Jaskier followed quickly behind you.

“Y/N, I don’t—,”

“You brought a witcher here to my home, Julian! And now I cannot stay here!” You spun around to face him. Your chest ached with betrayal.

“My love, my dear heart. Geralt isn’t here to cause you any harm.”

“You can’t see into his mind.” You shook your head, walking away from him once more. “He’s already made his decision and decided my fate.”

“He’s probably made that decision based on what he knows of other beings like you, but my heart, you aren’t like them.” Jaskier took your hand to stop you from moving away from him. “You are different. All you need to do is show him.”

You looked up at him, searching his blue eyes for a few moments.

Gods, you had missed those blue eyes so much.

“I won’t beg a man for my life, Julian.”

You pulled your hands out of his and turned to walk away again. This time, you only made it a few steps before he spoke.

“I’ve told you stories of Geralt before, my sweet. You’ve heard the ballads of our journeys. I am so, so sorry that I brought them here to your home.” His eyes fell down to his hands momentarily. “I wouldn’t have done it if I had any other choice, dear heart. That girl out there, she’s in danger and this is the only place that I know she is safe. And Geralt trusts me, he trusts my judgment enough to allow me to bring her here…. So I-I suppose all I am asking is that you just please, please my love, my heart, trust me as well.”

You looked past him to the front door that was left open. The witcher still stood at the bottom of the stairs that led to the porch.

Your stomach twisted with the idea of letting him into your home, into what was perhaps the only safe place you had left. After what had happened the last time you encountered the witcher, the mighty Butcher of Blaviken, you didn’t even want to be in the same providence as him.

“I do trust you, Julian.” You murmured.

Jaskier kissed your knuckles and then your lips, smiling at you.

“I owe you one.”

“You owe me more than that.” You raised your brows as he took a step away from you.

“Indeed I do.”

***

While Jaskier talked with Geralt and Ciri outside, you busied yourself with straightening a few things in your home.

There was a small stack of books that had grown on the kitchen table. You picked them up and crossed the room to the wall of bookshelves on the opposite side of the room.

“I didn’t think sirens were capable of appearing….” Ciri trailed off as she walked into your home. “Human.”

“They aren’t.” You placed the last book on the shelf. “Sirens are only capable of looking like sirens.”

“But you said she was a siren.” She looked over to Geralt.

“It’s…. complicated, Ciri.”

You crossed your arms, eyes set on Geralt.

“Because something is complicated, you refuse to explain it to her?”

The witcher gritted his teeth together.

“You are standing before what is perhaps the last Nixe on the Continent, Ciri.” Geralt held your gaze. “They were nearly hunted to extinction at the beginning of the century.”

“Why?”

“Because they are extremely dangerous. Far more than the sirens you’ve seen from Skellige.”

You tilted your chin up, trying your damnedest to remain calm and collected while the witcher spoke of the truth he knew.

“Every creature must hunt for their food.” You said. “A lion hunts for its food just the same as a fawn. Doesn’t mean the lion should be killed.”

“Your kind turned into a problem when you began slaughtering hundreds of humans purely for entertainment.”

The tension in the air was thick and uncomfortable as neither you nor the witcher backed down from the glaring contest.

Jaskier clapped his hands together, making you look in his direction.

“Alright! Geralt, let’s go outside.”

“Come on, Ciri—,”

“No, she stays here.” Jaskier pointed to Ciri.

Geralt’s eyes shot over to the bard.

“I am not leaving her here with—,”

“Yes, you are.” Jaskier grabbed Geralt’s arm. “If Y/N wanted to spill blood today, she would have done so already. You know that. Now, outside! Come on!”

You watched as Jaskier ushered Geralt out of your home and closed the door behind himself.

Ciri looked around your home for a couple moments before her green eyes flickered to you.

“How long have you known Jaskier?”

“A while.”

“Geralt said you were dangerous.” Ciri’s blue eyes looked you over. “You don’t look dangerous.”

You wore an off white dress that brushed the floor as you walked. There was a slit up one side of the skirt that came just above mid-thigh. Over the dress was a dark green underbust corset. You wore no shoes, finding the material irritating and the restriction caused by them unbearable. Brown leather bracelets encircled both of your wrists and ankles.

You twisted a ring on one of your fingers as you moved towards the kitchen table.

“Come have a seat, child.”

She sat down across from you, curious to hear what you had to say.

“My kind…. We are very similar to sirens found on the coasts. We both are only women, and we both can produce what you know of as a siren song. But only sirens can fly, and only nixes can shapeshift.”

“That’s how you are able to appear human? By shapeshifting?”

“Yes.” You nodded, rubbing your arm absentmindedly. “Centuries ago, nixes existed just as any other creature. I suppose you could say we are dangerous, but humans are dangerous as well.”

“How are you dangerous?” Ciri tilted her head to the side a little.

“Just as sirens do, nixes hunt humans.”

The girl shifted in her spot, her eyes falling to the deer mandible on the table.

“Don’t worry, child.” You reached over to offer her a comforting hand, but at the last minute, you decided against it. You returned your hand to your lap. “Julian wouldn’t have allowed you here if I was like that.”

“Nixes…. What did Geralt mean when he said nixes kill for entertainment?”

You let out a soft breath.

“Nixes and humans are very similar, dear. Humans kill for pleasure too. They start wars, they slaughter their neighbors…. But my kind, we had a few slip ups where we went too far…. And there was no going back. For that very reason, we were hunted to near extinction.”

The front door opened and automatically, you stood up. It was only Jaskier, who offered you a gentle smile.

“Ah, sorry about that, ladies.”

“Where’s Geralt?” Ciri asked.

“He had to take Roach into town to be stabled.l since Y/N doesn’t have a stable she could stay in.”

“I have no need for a horse.” You reminded him. “They tend to have a strong dislike for my kind.”

You sat back down in your chair as Jaskier came to stand next to your chair.

“I apologize for his behavior, my sweet.” He placed a hand upon your arm and leaned down to kiss your head.

“There’s no reason for you to apologize for the ways of another man.”

“I hope Ciri isn’t giving you any hassle.”

The girl wrinkled her nose at Jaskier.

“None at all.” You smiled, shaking your head softly. “She’s just curious.”

***

Jaskier took Geralt away from the house in hopes that maybe you wouldn’t hear their conversation. But the witcher wasn’t keen on putting space between himself and the monster that had been left with his Child Surprise.

“I will not go any further, Jaskier.” Geralt spoke firmly, stopping his tracks just a few feet from the porch.

“Geralt, you—,”

“You led us straight to a fucking siren, Jaskier.”

“You don’t understand, Geralt! Ciri is safer here than she is anywhere else!”

“She’d be safer in a wyvern’s nest than here.”

“In all our years, Geralt, we’ve come across plenty of monsters that weren't actually monsters. Y/N is one of those–,”

“I promise you, Jaskier, she isn’t what you think.”

“But she is, Geralt!” A smile came to Jaskier’s face. “I’ve known her for seven years, and I swear to you she is one of the kindest, most gentle beings I have ever met. And-And I cannot have you holding such a harmful bias against someone I love!”

Geralt shook his head, rubbing his brow.

“You said the same thing about the blacksmith’s daughter in Caingorn last month.”

Jaskier shook his head and waved his hands dismissively.

“No, no, Geralt. Love isn’t black and white my friend! It’s shades of gray. Y/N— She is my one true love. The one my heart yearns for every bleeding second of the day. The one I long for when I am away. The one that causes a fire in my–,”

“Does she know your love isn’t black and white?”

“Yes! She does! And she is welcoming to my love.”

The witcher raised his brows. Jaskier let out a sigh, brushing his hair back.

“Geralt, please. She’s someone important to me. I love her and I trust her with my life. Yes, in the past she has hurt people…. But what matters is that she isn’t that anymore.”

Geralt shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his eyes flickering to the house.

He wanted to trust Jaskier, but sometimes the bard’s judgment could be distracted by the presence of an attractive being.

“The first time I feel that Ciri’s life is in danger, we are leaving.”

“Thank you, Geralt!” Jaskier embraced him in a tight hug. “And I will speak with Y/N about her…. Hospitality. Though I’m sure showing up on her doorstep was quite the surprise. Y/N isn’t keen on strangers, but she is a sweetheart once you get to know her.”

The witcher grumbled, disagreeing with his friend.

***

With two satchels over his shoulders, Geralt made his way into the house. His eyes flickered around the room in search of Ciri. He spotted his Child Surprise sitting at the table with you and Jaskier.

Jaskier’s chair was pulled rather close to yours, his arm wrapped around yours and your fingers laced together.

For a split second, Geralt saw you smiling as you spoke to Ciri. But then your eyes flickered over to the White Wolf and in the same instant, the smile fell from your lips.

“It’s getting late.” He spoke, placing the bags down beside the table. “Jaskier mentioned a guest room where Ciri could rest.”

“Just down the hall.” You nodded once.

Ciri’s stomach growled with hunger. She smiled sheepishly, bringing her hand up to her stomach.

You and the witcher were the only two to hear thanks to your enhanced hearing.

“My apologies, child. I wasn’t aware I’d be having company.” You frowned, feeling a bit guilty that you didn’t have the proper food for her.

“In the morning, I will go into town and gather what supplies we will need.” Jaskier volunteered.

You stood to your feet and moved around your home, picking up a netted bag.

“Where are you going, Y/N?” Jaskier’s eyes followed you.

“I can’t have her going to bed with an empty stomach.” You gestured to her. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. For the meantime, start a fire in the hearth, please.”

As the front door closed behind you, Ciri looked at Geralt.

“I quite like her.”

He grunted and rolled his eyes.

“You shouldn’t be so quick to pass judgements.”

“Same could be said for you.”

Geralt turned his head to look at the bard, who moved away from the table to start a fire in the hearth.

***

After a small dinner consisting of fish cooked over the fire, you found yourself sitting alongside the young girl as she asked you questions.

“Are Nixes from a specific area?”

“We can inhabit any water source. Lakes, rivers, ponds, seas.”

“And swamps?”

You smiled a little, nodding your head.

“Yes, even swamps.”

“Where are you from?”

You looked over to her for a few moments, trying to think of a good answer.

“When you’ve lived as long as I have, child, you don’t keep track of something so trivial.”

She nodded her head and fell silent for a little while.

“I think it is a good time for bed.” Geralt stood to his feet.

“Y/N, have you got anything Ciri can change into?” Jaskier asked. “At least until her clothes can be washed tomorrow?”

“Yes, of course. But I do think she could use a bath before changing into clean clothes, don’t you think so, dear?”

“A bath would be lovely.” Ciri nodded her head enthusiastically. The poor girl was smudge with dirt and grime. Her greasy hair was pulled back into a braid and she smelled less than pleasant. A bath would be the perfect way to finish the night.  

“There’s a pool of water not too far away–,”

“It’s getting dark outside.” Geralt interjected, causing himself to be at the other end of your glare once more. “There are things outside that could harm Ciri.”

“I can keep her safe, witcher.”

Geralt locked his jaw.

“Geralt.” Jaskier said his name as if to encourage him to let you take the young girl out.

“Fine. Ten minutes.”

You nodded once, a wordless agreement.

***

You sat on the edge of the pool of water. One foot was dipped into the water. You leaned back on your hands, your eyes flickering around the edge of the woods.

While the princess bathed, you sat guard.

Crickets, cicadas, and frogs made a beautiful and tranquil sound that resonated through the woods. Every now and then, something would splash as it broke into the water on the other side of the pool. Ciri would jump and turn in the direction of the noise. You would tell her that it was a bullfrog or a fish breaching the surface, and you may have lied a little bit to her whenever the noise came from an alligator. The animals had no interest in coming close to you, so the girl was safe.

“Y/N? Can I ask you something?” Ciri brushed her wet hair over one shoulder. You gave her a nod in reply. “Geralt is usually a very good judge of character…. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so hostile towards someone within the first few moments of meeting them.”

You turned your head to watch a black and white ringed snake slither along the top of the water and away from yourself and Ciri.

“This isn’t my first encounter with him.” Your eyes flickered back to her. “The Continent is unfortunately far too small for those of us unfazed by time.”

“I take it you don’t like each other.”

There was a long pause as you gazed at her, tempted to tell her all the gory details of the first time you ran into the infamous Butcher himself.

“He killed my sister.” Your voice fell to a quiet murmur.

“I…. I’m sorry for your loss.

You sat up, brushing the dirt off of your palms.

“She was the reason for her own demise in the end. Witchers rarely give my kind a second chance. The White Haired One saw us as more than just beasts. He gave my sister and myself a second chance. She could not control her urges.”

“Urges?”

You nodded lightly, reaching your hand out to skim the surface of the water.

“Every monster craves something. Most act on their hunger, slaughtering entire villages to satisfy their cravings. Some act on the pain that rests inside them. They destroy whatever they can get their hands on in an effort to get others to feel the same pain they do.”

“And what is it you do?” Ciri tilted her head to the side just a little.

“Survive.”

[paperback-rascal]

I know... I know I'm jumping on the meme redraw bandwagon but when I draw crossover of any series with The Witcher you know I'm in too deep in a hyperfixation.

Also... "Gegege no Kitaro" by Shigeru Mizuki basically reshaped the view on Yokai for Japanese audiences in '60 XX, while "The Witcher" by Andrzej Sapkowski changed the view on slavic folklore for Polish people in '90 XX. so it's inevitable for SOMEONE to put Geralt and Kitaro together in one drawing. It might as well be me.

it might sound far-fetched but... Kitaro and Geralt are more similar than you might think!

They are both considered "outsiders" - Geralt is a witcher, mutated human who's sole purpose is to kill monsters for the right price - he is no longer considered a human being and often considered a monster himself by people who he is suppose to protect. Since he was created to kill monsters, or what humans consider to be monstrous, he is not accepted by any side of the human-non-human conflict. Kitaro is a Yokai (a term used to describe Japanese monsters) who is a human-yokai negotiator. Yokai thinks he is on humanity side, while humans thinks he sides with the monsters.

They are both long-living. Geralt, due to his mutations, is around 100+ in the book series. Kitaro, due to him being a monster, is 50+ but mentally he is a teenager.

They are both considered "ugly". In "The Witcher" books, Geralt's appearance is often described as uncanny thus people are often spooked by his inhuman look (it was later nullified by 3rd "The Witcher" game and, especially, Netflix series - in those he is gruff but good looking). In "Gegege no Kitaro" manga Kitaro is often described as a "creepy kid" and the title of the franchise is sometimes translated to "Spooky Kitaro" or "Kitaro of the graveyard". In newest version of the anime Kitaro doesn't look grotesque but in early manga and in Hakaba anime from 2007, Kitaro ain't the prettiest.

Both Geralt and Kitaro have "magical abilities" and "magical equipment" to deal with monsters.

Geralt has witcher medallion which vibrate when monsters are nearby (I'm sure, Geralt's medallion would activate when in close proximity to Kitaro), Kitaro hair stands up when he is close to a monster activity, warning him about the monsters beforehand.

Geralt has witcher signs (a set of basic magical spells) which can create: fire (Igni), entrapment (Yrden), waves of energy (Aard), energy shield (Quen), calm animals or bend other people's will (Axii) etc. while Kitaro can generate electricity and use his hair as spikes or fingers as a spiritual gun among other abilities.

As every witcher, Geralt have two swords - silver and steel - as well as potions that enhance his abilities. Kitaro have a chanchanko vest made of spiritual hair of his ancestors and wooden getas those are basically multiools during his encounters with monsters.

2018 anime (AKA 6th series) is closer in philosophy to "The Witcher" depiction of morality - in "The Witcher" it's often noted that the most monstrous of being are humans. Their despicable actions often leaving Geralt more and more disgusted with humanity.

The same sentiment can be seen in 2018 anime, but to a lesser extend. The 2018 anime mostly follows the tried and true "monster of the week + moral at the end of the episode" formula. However, sometimes an episode ends with characters not learning their lesson or learning that their behavior is abhorrent but going back to their old ways anyway. Since Kitaro's view on humanity is already very fragile in the 6th series, he is left more and more heartbroken seeing how futile his actions are.

Well... that's the gist of it.

If you're interested either of the series, know that "The Witcher" books are intended for more mature audiences while "GeGeGe No Kitaro" is a shounen manga.

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see other of my Gegege no Kitaro fanarts -> [HERE] <-

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Gegege no Kitaro © Shigeru Mizuki/Kodansha/Toei Animation

The witcher saga (books) © Andrzej Sapkowski + The Witcher trilogy (video games) © CDProjektRED

[ao3feed-witcher-podfic]

by SnakeOilSalesDepartment

Author's Summary: Geralt has only ever talked about one nuisance bard, the one that wrote the fucking song that has people throwing coppers at him when he walks into bars. Jaskier something or other, who gives a shit, “Why the fuck is he here?”

“To winter with me,” Geralt snaps, a warning in his tone Lambert readily ignores. “Problem?”

“Yeah, the problem is the strange prostitute you brought to The Keep!!” Lambert exclaims, because he’d had a feeling Geralt was smitten, but apparently, he’s an idiot and doesn’t know a bad idea when he sees one if it smiles at him pretty enough.

“Hey, I’m at least a strange courtesan!” the bard calls.

(Lambert is extremely protective of the very little he has, including his brother. Jaskier is a threat to all of them, he doesn’t get why everyone doesn’t see that.)

Words: 0, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Lambert (The Witcher), Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Vesemir (The Witcher), Eskel (The Witcher), Aiden (The Witcher)

Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, Aiden/Lambert (The Witcher), Eskel & Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia & Lambert, Lambert & Vesemir (The Witcher), Jaskier | Dandelion & Lambert

Additional Tags: Podfic & Podficced Works, Podfic Length: 1-1.5 Hours, Lambert-centric (The Witcher), POV Lambert (The Witcher), I Shook A Witcher And Intergenerational Trauma Fell Out (The Witcher), Disapproving Family, Family Drama, Suicidal Ideation, Panic Attacks, Self-Worth Issues, Trust Issues, Improper Use of Axii (The Witcher), Unreliable Narrator, Protective Lambert (The Witcher), Lambert is angry and traumatised, it's affecting his decision making, Personal Growth, Established Relationship, Developing Relationship, Winter at Kaer Morhen (The Witcher), Purring Witchers (The Witcher), Jaskier | Dandelion Loves Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Lambert doesn't believe him, at first anyway, BAMF Jaskier | Dandelion, Mild Jaskier Whump, Lambert Needs a Hug (The Witcher), Hopeful Ending

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[leighsartworks216]

The Viper: Rewritten

Chapter 10

First Chapter - Previous Chapter

Jaskier x gn!Witcher!reader

I fought myself over this chapter more than I'd like to admit, but then I just kept staying up late for a few nights to work on it and I'm honestly quite happy with it.

And the romantic tension building 👀

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 2,493

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Jaskier was a buzzing hive of excitement all night. You’d spent the rest of the day explaining ingredients, brewing techniques, effects, all while he scribbled notes into his little journal. Too exhausted to get into brewing anything, you said you’d tell him more tomorrow. And yet, he’d awoken you several times - accidental and on purpose - to ask more questions.

You threatened to use Axii to put him to sleep if he didn’t stop, and you slept until midmorning without any more rude awakenings.

With the burden of four mouths to feed, two human and two horses, your coin purse was entirely emptied. Before the sun was at its zenith in the sky, you were on your horses and riding down the path to Crinfrid.

Once he was sure nobody else was around to hear it, the questions started once more.

“So Swallow is made from Drowner brains?”

“Yes.”

“Do you taste that when you drink it?”

“I wish I didn’t.”

“The flower petals and alcohol don’t cover it up?”

“Not enough.”

“Who figured out how to mix these together?”

“Not my area of expertise.”

“What is your area of expertise? Aside from killing things.”

You sighed, turning to give him an exasperated look. “Jaskier, can we please talk about anything else until we make camp?”

He blinked, but nodded several times as he put his journal away and readjusted himself. He cleared his throat. “What, uh, what do you want to talk about?”

For a solid few minutes, the main sound was the horses’ hooves on the matted dirt road. Birds twittered on with little care, flitting past every now and again. A traveler leading a donkey-drawn cart passed by with strange looks thrown at you both.

“What do you do during the winter? In Oxenfurt, I mean.” You lightly tugged on Bayard’s reins, coaxing him to slow down until you and the bard rode side by side. Bayard snorted at being slowed. You could feel his restlessness, his desire to race as fast as possible across the land. You pat his neck.

“Ah, well, the university’s been pestering me to lecture to their newest students,” he shrugged. He looked into the distance like he was seeing the city. The cobbled roads, the brick buildings. Trollops on every corner, barkers trying to entice folk into buying their wares. “Usually I just go to the taverns, play my piece, collect the spoils, get drunk, find a paramore for the night…”

You couldn’t help smiling at that. That sounded very much like the Jaskier you’d met long ago. Getting cornered by lords after bedding their wives. “Sounds… quaint.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, well, I’m not a badass monster-killer.”

You tried to picture it. What it would mean for you to live in a city like that, with such a simple daily routine to follow. No getting by on scraps between contracts, or sleeping in the stables. Flickers of chasing insects and frogs crossed your mind. Such a thing felt further away than it ever had before.

“What about you? What will you do during the winter?” Jaskier asked. He looked at you with an open worry.

You shrugged. “The same as always, I suppose. Wander the land, find some contracts, kill monsters; rinse and repeat. Besides,” you continued, “some monsters enjoy the cold. While other Witchers rest, I have ample opportunity to earn some more coin.”

He hummed. “Don’t you get tired, though?” You looked across at him. His hands picked at the leather reins out of pure habit, without him even realizing. He gestured out to the world beyond the path. “All the others have a season to heal, but you keep going all year round. When do you rest?”

Ever since Gorthur Gvaed was burned down, you’d been trying to figure out what to do when the snow finally comes. As true as what you said was, it was an easy excuse to avoid thinking deeper about the topic. For all intents and purposes, you were an orphan, with no home, no family - nothing to go back to.

To go back to Nilfgaard would be a completely foolish notion. The bandits mentioned your head having a price, no doubt that reward would only be known well enough in the south. Nordlings would be less keen to try crossing the border to turn you in, regardless of the reward. No, it was safer to stay up here.

You focused on the road ahead.

“You could stay with me, if you’d like.”

You snorted reflexively. “I don’t think anyone else in Oxenfurt would be too happy to have a Witcher in the neighborhood. I’m ill-suited to city life, if you hadn’t noticed.”

“But you have nowhere else to go,” he insisted. “Stay with me, stay for the winter. Rest properly, heal, do- whatever it is Witchers do to relax. Just for the season.”

When you glanced over, he had this sad, pleading look on his face, like a pup begging for scraps. You sighed, turning your head away to spare yourself from its influence. He was about to go on a spiel about what he could provide if you stayed with him, but you cut him off before he could utter a syllable.

“I’ll think about it,” you said. It wasn’t a promise. And really it relied much more on the people of the city’s attitude toward you that would influence the decision; more than you’d like to admit. But it was the best you could do for now.

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When the sky started to dim, you found a spot off the path to make camp. It was more wild than Jaskier was used to; trees were packed rather close together, there was very little space to lay out a bedroll. But you kicked brush aside, tossed what you could into a fire, and tried to make the ground soft enough for him.

He worked on finishing one of his songs, one he’d been trying to put together since before the Mountain. Even from your cursory knowledge of Yennefer and Geralt’s encounter, you could tell they were the primary influence. Though, from what he told you of his many encounters with the Countess de Stael, maybe it was really about her.

Once you’d both eaten, Jaskier was eager to get back into potion-making.

You pulled out a mortar and pestle that had been worn down over time, some glass bottles, a small sack of flowers and herbs, a bottle of alcohol that he eyed with interest, and a container that sloshed wetly around.

“Please don’t tell me that has brains inside it.”

You snorted and jokingly knocked it toward him. He startled back on reflex. “What else am I supposed to keep them in? Just be grateful they’re already ground down for you.”

He wrinkled his nose as he nudged it back in your direction. “And just what exactly about this causes a healing effect?” He turned white and looked at you with wide eyes. “Don’t tell me normal medicines have Drowner brain, too.”

“Relax. It’s purely a Witcher thing.”

“Oh, thank fuck.”

He took the mortar and pestle as you passed them over. Inside the small bowl was a smattering of yellow petals. “Grind those into a paste.”

He began crushing and emulsifying the flowers. “Isn’t this in that- that salve you have?”

“Mhm. I’m not really one for flowers, but I recognize the ones good for alchemy.”

“My name is from a flower, you know.” He stopped his task for a moment to puff his chest out and gesture grandly. “Jaskier, the greatest troubadour to grace this land and the next!”

You laughed. “What kind of flower is it?”

He went back to his task, pleased that he could humor you so. “It’s a buttercup. Little, yellow, grow on the side of the road.”

“It’s an odd choice.” You cracked the seal on the alcohol, and pulled out a smaller knife to dig out the cork. “You’re such a romantic, why not something to do with roses, or, I don’t know, something else poetic.”

“Roses are so overplayed as symbols of romance,” he scoffed, shaking his head vehemently.

“Okay, then, have you considered a dandelion?”

“A dandelion?!”

“Sure. Buttercups can be picky about the conditions they grow in, but dandelions grow everywhere, regardless of how much sense it makes for it to.” You gestured toward him with the knife. “Like a bard, usually thought to be stuck up and sleep only in the finest of conditions” - you gestured to the bedroll he sat on - “sleeping in the wild, chasing the next best story.”

His nose scrunched up in a scowl, but it softened as the conversation tapered off.

Once the flowers were thoroughly ground into a paste, you showed him how much alcohol and brain-goo to add to the mixture. The process of transferring the contents into a bottle and heating them up until the chemicals inside reacted and turned a bright crimson. He hadn’t wasted much time before taking the last dredges of the alcohol for himself.

“Dandelion translated would be…” He took a thoughtful sip. “Mniszek lekarski. And Jaskier just flows off the tongue so nicely. Jaskier, see? Easy even to pronounce by any drunkard from any backcountry hole.”

You hummed. “I do quite like ‘Jaskier.’”

He watched you pack away the newly-brewed vials of Swallow, tucking them into your belt or safely in your bag, with the mouth of the bottle resting against his lips.

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The rain had rudely awoken you both in the wee hours of morning. It was a slog, full of tired grumbling and dulled dexterity, to get your things gathered and packed onto the horses. Bayard had rudely nipped at your shoulder when you saddled him up. Adhara paced restlessly in the mud. Jaskier had presented you with a creative string of swears and descriptions that you’d never heard elsewhere before.

It was a gloomy trek. You and Jaskier guided the horses along through the sheets of water that fell. No amount of layers you could have thrown on would have saved you from the onslaught; you were soaked to the bitter bone.

The worst of it came in the night. There was no reprieve, no way to escape it. Not only had you trudged through however-many-miles of muddy roads, or eaten soggy food, or slipped more times than was worth counting, but now you had to go back to sleep in it, too.

You did your best to make do with what you had. You took the woolen blankets you had and built two shelters. One was only just big enough for two horses to fit under. You’d given them both extra food to make up for nature’s wrath. The other was just big enough for you and Jaskier to squeeze under. The bedrolls lined the bottom, but they did nothing to cover up the slick, gooey damp of the ground.

In an effort to keep Jaskier from getting sick, you’d relinquished your own cloak to him. You held a small flame in your hand for as long as you could withstand it, until you no longer had any more magic-reserves to feed into it. It was barely long enough to soak up any warmth. A mere ten minutes.

Jaskier grumbled as the orange glow left his face. He tried pulling all his layers tighter around himself, with little effect.

“Sorry,” you spoke quietly into the dark space. Your eyes adjusted quickly to the lack of light, just enough to make out his vague shape and movement. “I held it for as long as I could.”

The earthy, humid scent of the land reminded you of its presence in the absence of clear sight. It had followed you all day.

The almost rhythmic beating of rain on the shelter seemed to pound on your eardrums. It drowned out the frogs croaking in the brush, and nearly obscured Jaskier’s heartbeat from you. It was only as clear as it was because of his proximity; if he sat a few more feet away, you’d not have heard it. It beat solidly, against the rhythm of the rain.

Clothes rustled beside you. Hands, warmer than yours, though not by much, found yours in the dark. Nimble, calloused fingers tangled with yours, quickly engulfing them in soft palms and holding tightly.

“You’re freezing.” The hands rubbed against yours. Friction left brief glimpses of heat behind. They faded just as fast as they came.

You smiled at the effort, despite the exhaustion mounted in your body. “Slower heart rate, colder body. I don’t need to be as warm as you to survive.” You pulled your hands from his hold and traded the positions. “It’s more important for you to stay warm right now.”

“It can’t be comfortable.”

“Hm?”

“Being so cold all the time,” he explained. Your fingers brushed his wrists and he shivered.

“I don’t notice it much anymore,” you admitted.

He huffed. “Well, I do. You’re as warm as a damn block of ice.”

You squeeze his hands together one last time before letting him go. “You should get some sleep.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll keep watch.”

“Do you really think anything would want to be out there tonight?” You saw the brief motion of him nodding out into the rain. Getting up onto his knees, he shifted further into the tent and laid down. It took a minute for him to spread your cloak out on top of himself. “C’mon, I can keep you warm.”

You looked out into the rain, straining your ears. Just as before, you could only make out the rain hitting the makeshift tent and the frogs singing their songs. Nobody would want to go out into this, regardless of the rewards there may be.

So, you relented. You slipped further into the tent and slipped under your cloak. Laying on your sides, you were nearly chest-to-chest. You could feel his every breath, the brushing rise and fall of his chest, the thud of his heartbeat on the edge of your senses.

Jaskier, however, was not satisfied with the small gap between you. In one motion, he was pressed right up against you, arm wrapping around your side and back to keep you close. You could smell the faint traces of sandalwood and vanilla that lingered on his skin, pushing through the petrichor.

“There,” he breathed. It fanned across your face. “Nice and cozy.” It was too dark to know for sure, but you could imagine the bubbly look on his face, pleased he could convince you to let down your guard for one night.

It would be better like this, anyway. You wrapped an arm around him in return, trying to spread what little warmth you had to him. His heart spiked for a second. He swallowed before speaking again.

“Goodnight, Viper.”

You brushed away the fear of bandits and monsters creeping in the dark. You closed your eyes with a sigh.

“Goodnight… Dandelion.”

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[powdermelonkeg]

Screw it, Witcher D&D homebrew sign thoughts.

I will make the class later.

Signs are used via Sign Points. The number of Sign Points you have is equal to your Witcher level. You restore half of your maximum Sign Points on short rest, and all of them on long rest (still need to test that for balancing).

Signs are learned at the following levels:

Lv. 1: Aard, Quen

Lv. 2: Igni, Heliotrop

Lv. 3: Axii, Somne

Lv. 4: Yrden

Additionally, since they're cast in your off hand, all signs (except Heliotrop, which is a Reaction) count as Bonus Actions and require a Somatic component.

Sign mechanics!

Aard

Range: Self (10ft cone) Duration: Instantaneous Components: S Casting Time: Bonus Action

Out of Combat: Aard can be used without consuming a Sign Point to extinguish small flames, such as a candle, torch, or small campfire, or to create a harmless sensory effect such as a light breeze.

Combat: You expend a Sign Point to unleash a blast of air in a 10ft cone in front of you. Any creature within the cone must succeed a Strength saving throw. On a failed save, the creature is dealt 2d10 thunder damage, is thrown back 5ft, and is knocked prone. On a successful save, the creature takes half damage and is unmoved.

Sign Points: You can expend an additional Sign Point to increase the power of this Sign. Each additional Sign Point adds 1d6 thunder damage. If 4 or more Sign Points are used, the additional damage past the 3rd Sign Point is added as 1d6 cold damage instead.

Quen

Range: Self (15ft) Concentration: 10 minutes Components: S Casting Time: Bonus Action

Combat: You expend a Sign Point to cast a protective ward, in the form of a semi-visible, 15ft diameter orange sphere centered on yourself, shielding anyone and anything within. The sphere moves as you move, and allows those within it to exit, but not those outside it to enter. While within the sphere, you are protected from rain and snow.

The sphere has hit points equal to thee times your Witcher level + your Constitution modifier. Whenever you would take damage, the sphere takes damage instead. If the sphere's hit points are reduced to 0, it explodes in a shower of sparks, and you take any remaining damage.

Sign Points: You can expend an additional Sign Point to increase the sphere's hit points by 1d8. Additionally, you can expend a Sign Points to give the sphere reflective qualities. For every Sign Point spent in this way, the sphere will reflect 10% of inflicted melee damage back onto the creature attacking it. These Sign Points must be spent upon casting, and cannot be added to an already active ward.

Igni

Range: Self (10ft cone) Duration: Instantaneous Components: S Casting Time: Bonus Action

Out of Combat: Igni can be used without expending a Sign Point to ignite small flames, such as a candle, torch, or small campfire, or to harmlessly warm an object you can touch.

Combat: You unleash a Sign Point to create a 10ft cone of fire in front of you. Each creature within the cone must make a Dexterity saving throw. On a failed save, they take 2d10 fire damage and 1d4 force damage, and are lit on fire. On a successful save, they take half damage. The cone ignites any flammable objects it touches that are not being worn or carried.

Sign Points: You can expend an additional Sign Point to increase the power of this Sign. Each additional Sign Point adds 1d8 fire damage, 1d4 force damage, and increases the range of the cone by 5ft.

Heliotrop

Range: Self Duration: Instantaneous Components: S Casting Time: Reaction, when a creature makes an attack against you

Combat: When a creature makes an attack against you, you may spend a Sign Point to cross your arms in front of you and create a ward. The ward blocks half the damage you would have taken. When this reaction is triggered by a melee attack, the creature attacking you must make a Strength saving throw. If it fails, the creature is disarmed. If it succeeds, you are thrown back 5ft and must succeed a Dexterity saving throw or be knocked prone.

Sign Points: This Sign does not benefit from any additional Sign Points spent.

Axii

Range: 10ft Duration: Concentration, 1 minute Target: A creature you can see within range Components: S Casting Time: Bonus Action

Out of Combat: You expend a Sign Point to attempt to charm a creature you can see within range. The creature must succeed a Wisdom saving throw, and does so with advantage if it holds a negative opinion of you. On a failed save, the creature will obey simple commands, and you have control of its emotions. On a successful save, the creature gets a headache and knows you have tried to charm it.

Combat: You expend two Sign Points to use this as a reaction, instead of a concentration spell. The attacking creature must succeed a Wisdom saving throw. If the creature fails, you may choose one of the following effects:

Fumble: The creature loses its grasp on whatever it was holding and drops it to the ground.

Trip: The creature misses its attack and falls prone.

Dizzy: The creature misses its attack and has disadvantage on all Dexterity checks the following turn.

Terrify: The creature is frightened for one turn.

Hesitate: The creature falters in movement. It cannot attack or dodge attacks for one turn.

Sign Points: You can expend an additional Sign Point to increase the chance of success. For each additional Sigh Point spent, the roll needed to resist the effects of this enchantment is increased by 1.

Somne

Range: 10ft Duration: Concentration, 1 minute Target: A creature you can see within range Components: S Casting Time: Bonus Action

Out of Combat: You expend a Sign Point to attempt to put a creature to sleep. The creature must make a Wisdom saving throw. On a failed save, the creature instantly falls unconscious. On a successful save, the creature feels drowsy.

Each minute that passes, the creature may make another Wisdom saving throw in an attempt to wake up. If it fails all three throws, the creature is asleep for one hour and cannot be woken by nonmagical means.

Combat: You expend a Sign Point to make a creature drowsy. It receives disadvantage on all saving throws for 3 rounds.

Sign Points: You can expend an additional Sign Point to increase the effects of this sign. For each additional Sign Point spent, the roll needed to resist the effects of this enchantment is increased by 1.

Yrden

Range: Touch Duration: 1 hour Components: S Casting Time: Bonus Action

Combat: You expend a Sign Point to lay a magical trap on the ground, centered where you stand, or to cast it on a doorway or container no larger than 15ft by 15ft. If laid on the ground, the trap is 15ft in diameter and circular. You may choose one of the following effects:

Warding Sign: Undead that attempt to enter the trap must succeed a Constitution saving throw. On a failed save, they are dealt 1d4 force damage and knocked prone. On a successful save, they enter the trap. Any incorporeal undead that enter the trap are forced into corporeal form and become weak to slashing, piercing, and bludgeoning damage.

Sealing Sign: Choose a type of enemy. If a door or lid is used to seal a doorway or container affected by this Sign, the enemy is unable to remove it for the duration.

Dispelling Sign: Creatures using magic to protect or hide themselves, such as with Mage Armor or Invisibility, have the effects of the spell removed while within the trap. This pauses the duration of the affected spell, and does not dispel it. Upon exiting the trap, the affected spell is resumed.

If this Sign is recast before the end of its duration, the previous trap instantly vanishes.

Sign Points: You can spend an additional Sign Point to increase the duration of this Sign. Each additional Sign Point extends the duration by 1 hour, to a maximum of 6 hours.

[thedemonofcat]

I’ve seen soulmate fics where being rejected by your soulmate makes you very sick.

And that is really unfair. I think the reverse should be true.

Geralt gets sicker and sicker after the mountain. Only his soulmate returning to him will cure him. Geralt doesn’t want to be controlled by destiny, so he stubbornly refuses to find them.

Eskel or someone begs Jaskier to save Geralt. Even though he’s hurt, the bard makes the journey to Kaer Morhen.

He finds Geralt barely breathing. He leans down and kisses the Witcher’s forehead, whispering that he forgave him.

Once he sees that Geralt is breathing easier, Jaskier leaves before the witcher can wake up.

After all, Geralt would surely send him away again. It would be rather silly for them to go through all of this trouble only to have to immediately repeat the experience.

"Jaskier!" Geralt shouted through the trees. The wind was picking up, a storm looming on the horizon. "Jaskier, where are you?" he called again, his voice rough with frustration and worry.

Jaskier—his beautiful, infuriating, perfect soulmate—was out here somewhere, lost in the mountains and forests surrounding Kaer Morhen. And all because Geralt had been too much of a fool to say something sooner.

After what felt like hours of yelling, a faint voice finally reached him.

"Over here, Geralt."

The bard’s voice was smaller than usual, almost meek. Geralt followed the sound and found him sitting against a tree, clutching his ankle. Even in the dim light, he could see the swelling.

"The snow covered the root—I didn't see it," Jaskier murmured, wincing. "I think my leg is broken."

"Let me see," Geralt said, kneeling. Jaskier hesitated before finally letting him touch his leg.

"Good news," Geralt said after a moment, his tone lighter. "It’s not broken. Just a bad sprain. There are plenty of beds at Kaer Morhen where you can rest." He reached to lift Jaskier, only for the bard to shove him away.

"I'm not going back," Jaskier snapped.

"You’ll freeze to death out here," Geralt argued.

"Better than having my heart broken over and over again when you get bored of me," Jaskier shot back, his voice shaking.

Geralt froze. Then, softer this time, he said, "I love you. I'm not going to break your heart." A pause. "Not ever again."

Jaskier turned away. "You love the idea of having a soulmate," he whispered. "You don’t even know me."

What he didn’t see was Geralt moving his fingers.

"Sleep," Geralt murmured, using Axii to lull him into unconsciousness.

As Jaskier’s body went slack, Geralt scooped him up with a sigh, holding him close against the cold.

"I’ll love you," he murmured, pressing his forehead to Jaskier’s temple. "Or any version of you. As long as you’re not frozen."

[krislgfox]

Okie dokie everyone who chooses yes! Here comes the pookie! :]

Meet Axiy! :D

(Or Brick. You can call him however you want :])

(When you have more than one way of drawing character :_])

He's a fusion of two codes (if we can say it like that)

From biological point of view he's not Kinito's and Sam's son, but from theoretical point of view he is their son :_]

Some info that didn't fit in his description:

-"Brick" because he's emotional like a brick(+ just a reference for one rus meme that Inspired me)

-Is a mom-therapist friend

-Can express emotions, but doesn't know in which situation he should use right emotion

-Is a "lap dog"

-Has extravert bestie Sasha Shark(you'll see him on the digital doodles below) and introvert friend Amy AnglerFish(you'll see her on the traditional doodle below)

-Loves watching anime(his fav anime is "Restaurant to Another World")

-Can play the guitar

-Most of the time he calls his parents by their names, but when he need smth he called them dad, papa or father

-The last one who goes to sleep and the last one to wakes up at the slumber partys

-He looks angy when he's eepy

Doodles time!(they all kinda lazy and rushed):

You allowed to draw this pookies just don't forget to tag me! :]

(Still didn't come up with Amy's color palette so you free to color her however you want ;])

((Hope there will be no hate under this post ¡v¡))

[ohgodsalazarwhy]

Lambert fucked up. He watched Eskel's expression turn from neutral to stormy, not all at once but slowly like dark thunderclouds crawling over a jagged horizon. "I didn't mean that," Lambert said quickly, as if he could outrun the coming torrent.

Eskel rose, hands flat on the table as he stared Lambert down. There was a growing static in the air around him, chaos fluttering like the wings of bats. It made Lambert's head hurt, he'd never been magically gifted like Geralt much less Eskel, and too much Chaos in the air could make him feel hungover.

"You meant it," Eskel said, his voice the rolling thunder from the dark cloud that were rapidly overtaking them both.

"It was a fucking joke you humourless bastard!" Lambert snapped, scrambling backwards and nearly tripping over a crooked bench. Before he could get any further Eskel raised one hand as fast as lightening. Lambert tensed, waiting for an Aard or Yrden, perhaps even an Axii. Instead Eskel cast Quen and a golden bubble popped into existence around him.

Lambert was stunned into silence at first. Quen was one of the first signs they learned as initiates, but the hardest to master. For one it often had to be anchored to you or something you were touching. Lambert could cast Quen around himself and anyone he physically touched. Stronger users, like Geralt, could make the Quen explode or apply it as a thin, nearly invisible veneer around them.

Eskel, it seemed, could project it. Lambert tried to push through the shield and found it immovable. He kicked it and swore as he stubbed his toe. Lambert tried to draw one of his swords but found the bubble was neither tall enough or wide enough to pull his blade from the scabbard. Casting Aard or Igni would backfire spectacularly. He wasn't that dumb.

"Just going to keep me here all night?" He yelled at Eskel, his form shimmering and golden outside the shield. "Real fucking mature, you rancid cock!". Lambert tried to ram his shoulder into the shield but it didn't so much as shudder with the impact. Lambert, however, felt a bit dazed.

"You can't keep this up forever!" Lambert yelled again.

"I don't have to," Eskel said, his expression was calm once more. He had his hand up and fingers displayed in a held Quen, pointing at Lambert. He wasn't just casting it he was maintaining it, using constant Chaos to feed the shield. It made it strong but it also meant even Eskel had to run out of energy sooner rather than later.

He looked awfully smug, though. At least from what Lambert could see. "You're a fucking coward! Afraid of a little brawl? Come on, it's not like either of us can get any uglier!"

Eskel snorted and shook his head, not rising to the bait.

Lambert took a deep breath, it was getting warm in the bubble. He felt like...like he wasn't getting enough oxygen... It hit him all at once. The bubble was impermeable. Completely. There was no fresh air coming in. "Oh you son of a bitch!" Lambert exploded and threw himself around in the bubble, gasping for breath as each inhale became less and less satisfying. Eskel wouldn't kill him but he sure knew how to make a man suffer for a slip of the tongue.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Lambert gasped, falling to his knees as the world rushed up to meet him. All at once fresh air, fresh cool air, flooded into his lungs with the next gasp. Lambert collapsed and rolled onto his back, heaving for each breath like he'd just run the Killer.

"Now was that so hard?" Eskel asked as he sat back down and picked up his hand of Gwent cards. "It's your turn, by the way?"

"Was that a little harsh?" Geralt asked dispassionately from the head of the table.

Lambert wheezed and crawled back up to sit across from Eskel, fervently avoiding his gaze from behind his own hand of cards.

"I don't know, Lambert, was it too harsh?" Eskel asked it with a tone that implied genuine concern, but his eyes betrayed him. He was laughing at him, the bastard.

Lambert shook his head instead of saying anything, conserving all his precious air. After all, it could have been much worse. Eskel could have kicked him out of his bed for the rest of the Winter.

[shy-urban-hobbit]

“Come on Lam, it’s not that hard.”

Lambert could hear and smell the others amusement as he continued to glare at the waterproof tarp which was currently at waist height, mocking him. When Aiden had said he knew of another use for them, this isn’t quite what he pictured.

It had been a hard day of riding. The road long and bumpy (ridiculously bumpy. How neither of the horses had been lamed was a miracle) and with no hopes of reaching the next town before nightfall.

“Great. Another night sleeping on the ground.” Lambert had grumbled, purely out of the need to vent his spleen about the nearest inconvenience.

“Doesn’t have to be.” Aiden chirped.

“What do you mean, doesn’t have to be? unless you’ve got some pocket-sized, four poster bed stashed away somewhere.”

Aiden laughed loudly at that, “I’ll show you when we stop. Although, you could be onto something with the whole pocket-sized bed thing. Maybe we should have a word with Geralt’s Mage?”

Lambert had dubiously followed Aiden’s instructions, tying his tarp between two sturdy looking trees as Aiden talked about how they used hammocks at the caravan during the more crowded years – there’s only so many times you can stand being kicked in the face before fights break out - and that this was more comfortable than having to balance in a tree when being at ground level wasn’t really an option (Lambert didn’t ask him to elaborate on that. It was an unspoken arrangement that they didn’t ask anything about each others respective schools. Any information given up freely however, was a different matter).

“If any more monsters develop the ability to fly we’d be rich. So few people actually bother looking up.” Aiden said, giving one of the lines an experimental tug.

“Up to what? You’re not even six feet off the ground.”

Aiden casually flopped down onto his back, using the momentum to start lazily swinging himself backwards and forwards, one foot dangling over the edge, “Usually I’d be more or less in the tree canopy but I don’t want Vesemir hunting me down because you broke your neck falling out. Don’t forget to check your knots again.”

“They’re fine.” Lambert huffed, “And how stupid would you have to be to fall out of one of these.”

The famous last words which had bought him to his current situation: Glaring daggers at a makeshift hammock after falling out of the thing six times.

“Just sit down and swing you legs over. Like you’re getting in bed.”

“What the fuck do you think I’ve been doing?” Lambert snapped as he went to sit on the edge, the hammock tipping dangerously as he did so.

“No, more in the middle. Wait, hang on – ha! That wasn’t even intentional.”

He heard Aiden rise from his own hammock before he was behind Lambert, his breath tickling the back of the Wolf’s neck where he was half sitting, half standing in an awkward crouch.

“Don’t worry about tipping backwards, I’ve got you. Now, sit down.”

Lambert did so as obediently as if Aiden had used Axii on him. He felt himself tipping again before Aiden’s hand was on his back, steadying him.

“Alright, now swing both legs around and then just lie back.”

Lambert willed himself to ignore the white knuckle grip he had on the edge as he did so, Aiden’s hand never leaving his back, migrating to his bicep as he lay back.

“And you’re in! Comfy, right?”

Lambert gave a non-committal grunt. It actually was. Being almost cocooned, looking up at the network of tree branches above him, the gentle rocking motion caused by his earlier movements almost soothing.

“Sleep tight, Wolf.”

Lambert raised his head to look over at Aiden and arched an eyebrow in question, he’d never heard that one before.

“What do you mean sleep – fuck!”

Lambert hit the ground hard as one of the knots holding his hammock in place slid free. Dumping him unceremoniously onto the forest floor.

Aiden peered down at him with a dry “Guess."

[multifandomkinkmeme]

submission #5: The Witcher 3

Fandom(s): The Witcher 3

Ship(s): Wolf Pack/Jaskier

Crossovers Accepted: No

Rating: Explicit, DDDNE

Kinks: gangrape, noncon, pack cumdump, bondage, inappropriate use of Axii

Do NOT Want: I want The Witcher 3 wolf pack only and Netflix Jaskier is preferred

Fic, Art, Either/Both: Either/Both

Submitted By: Anon

Prompt: Jaskier thinks he's on an adventure of a lifetime

If this kinkmeme prompt inspires you and you'd like to fill it, please tag your fill with #mfkinkmeme and add your fic to our AO3 Collection

[softdomhailie]

Hey Hailie,

I’m feeling bold so I’ll be asking some questions from the ask game

The tantalizing numbers I have selected are

1, 29,37,57, and 62 :3

Looking forward to your answers

🪼

Friend I answered half of this yesterday and then it crashed sorry😭🤣

are there any ways kink has improved your life? absolutely, in loadsa ways! first of all writing out romantic porn is very cathartic to me :) second of all knowing that there are people on here and on my patreon who like what I write? and want to read more? It makes me happier than you could ever know <3 See writing something and having 1 person be like - I really chimed with that, that meant something to me? you'll never beat that feeling. If one person likes what you do, it's worth it :)

29. Have you ever had sex in a public place? yes 👀🤭

37. How do you feel about public displays of affection? omg I am so easily embarrassed. I love reading about it but irl hahaha 57. What is your favourite pet name? Hmmmmmm idk if I have a fav? I like typical mascy ones if its like friend pet names? but other than that I think it's really cute when the person you're with gives you a pet name and it's specific to them? so like you associate being called that thing with that one person? 62. What is your top sexual fantasy 🪼!!!!!!!!!!!!!! how darreeeeeeeee - please see answer 37 I can't answer 🤣🤣 Let's be vague about it? I love power play, Any scenario where you're suprised by someone taking the power? but that's obvious right? hahah One of my fav fantasy like can never happen ones is in witcher they have a thing called Axii where in fanfics it gets used as a kink, basically it's like hypnosis where you're all lax and pliable? and you do the things the other person tells you to do, but you're lucid enough that you can safeword out of it. That's a good one. That's an answer I'm not too shy to say 🤣🤣

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[teecupangel]

So, I'm watching The Witcher: Wild Hunt gameplay - it's amazing and I want to cry because in total it's almost 30h of videos and aaaaAaaaaaaaAAAAAA - and I noticed that when you use the witcher's senses, things glow red, gold and silver (?) according to importance, functionality and usefulness. And my ADHD brain immediately: hey, doesn't that look like eagle vision?

Me:

So! Witcher Desmond, anyone?

Here’s the Desmond (and some more characters) gets isekai’ed into the Witcher world ask I got before for more Witcher AU idea.

Witcher 3 is one of the greatest RPGs. Honestly, the main reason why I haven’t finished it is because it keeps crashing my PS5. XD

So a witcher!Desmond has been knocking on my head for quite a while now.

Of course, we are taking a lot of liberty from Witcher lore in this one, mainly to ‘preserve’ some of the core elements of AC lore.

Now, Witcher is known to be made so, in this setup, Desmond came to the School of the Eagle in mysterious circumstances that only their leader, also called the mentor, knows. Some say he was sold off by his parents. Some say he was a bastard son of a high-ranking noble that wished him to be striken off the ‘records’.

Regardless of the reason, Desmond grows up to be a witcher with three other kids.

Altaïr is an orphan who was sold off to them, supposedly of unknown origin. He’s quite close to a veteran witcher named Umar who treats him like his own son. (You decide if Umar dies in this one or… just goes on his own Witcher travels)

Ezio had a family. Or… he believed he had a family. His memories are fuzzy but he believed he had siblings once but he’s not sure if it’s real or if he was dreaming them. Giovanni, an older witcher and one of their training instructors, found Ezio as a small child near their headquarters with a letter saying that the child’s name is Ezio. That’s all he knows about Ezio’s past.

Ratonhnhaké:ton was actually taken from his mother when he was young and was supposed to be sold off when Bayek, one of the oldest witchers in their school, got into a fight with the slave ‘traders’ and Bayek had tried to bring Ratonhnhaké:ton home, only for them to find his village gone. Even with the witcher sense, the villagers’ trail ends by the nearest coast and Ratonhnhaké:ton decided to become a witcher to become strong enough to find his village (and his mother).

The four of them develop a close bond with one another, one which the other witchers don’t really try to push because folks get testy with just one witcher… four witchers traveling together? It’s unheard of and, frankly, would get them more in trouble than it’s worth. They do tend to find one another even though they usually travel alone, usually because they decide (on their own) to hunt the same monster or follow the same rumor.

Unorganized Notes:

Altaïr is the most proficient in signs in general and uses them regularly with his regular attacks. It’s normal to see him use Igni in close combat after striking his opponents with his sword or Aard to keep other enemies back while he’s focused on one of them.

Among the four though, Desmond has the highest mastery over Axii and he has no qualms about using it to calm down other people or make them do what he wants. During battle, Desmond usually uses Axii to confuse his opponents and create an opening.

Ezio rarely uses Axii as he feels uncomfortable manipulating other people’s minds. He usually cast Quen before charging into battle, just to be safe.

Ratonhnhaké:ton prefers to use Yrden as a trap for his opponents and also uses a bow with specialized arrows (poison, silver, etc). He’s also the most skilled in hunting his target and sometimes doesn’t even need the witcher senses to find clues.

Among the four, Ratonhnhaké:ton’s the one to mostly use potions and decoctions. Altaïr mostly just creates them out of curiosity and experiments with a lot of possible combinations but rarely uses them, most of the time just giving them to Ratonhnhaké:ton or the other two if they meet and his inventory is getting full. Ezio tends to only use them if he has no other choice and Desmond… uuuhh… Desmond mostly forgets them. They oil their swords liberally though. That’s just good sense. (“Good sense would be drinking-” “What’s that? I don’t hear you. I think you’re too far away.” “I’m right beside you.” “Huh? I might be getting something with my witcher senses. Please wait.” “That… that’s not how it works.”

Cristina and Sofia are two sorceresses that Ezio has… past dealings with. The other three don’t want to know the details.

I was contemplating if Leonardo should be their Dandelion but I think it’s better if we keep him as he is, the multitalented mad man we all love. He’s also a very avid Gwent player who taught the boys how to play Gwent. Most of the time, he provides information and rumors to them.

All witchers of the School of Eagles have a Hidden Blade made of silver. It’s mostly not used because, as veteran witchers say, “If you’re close enough to use it, you’re too close to death itself.”

Honestly, the plot is more or less ‘witchers doing witcher stuff and finding each other in the big world for some reason’.

If you really want a more solid plot, Desmond’s parentage has been left a mystery so we can play it with later. Making him the Ciri with William Miles being king would lead to an actual plot of the most powerful people in the world looking for him.

And hey, if Desmond is meant to be Ciri, he would have elder blood in him that has been mutated by becoming a Witcher, making him more powerful even if the powers of the elder blood should only be activated by women.

Or… you know… Desmond is an anomaly all by himself not because he’s the Ciri of the plot but because he’s the actual Desmond Miles from AC world that got deaged and transported to this world after the Solar Flare and he has no memories of it. The Wild Hunt is after him because he doesn’t belong in this world and becoming a Witcher granted him more powers than he should have.

… there was also this vague idea I had of Desmond being sold off to become a witcher but he ran away before he could become one then things happened and he became a sorcerer instead. Then he meets up Altaïr who is now a witcher and remembers him as the boy who ran away. But… that’s as far as I got. XD