#witcher iii wild hunt

[erika-xero]

REPOSTOBER, DAY 28: Emiel Regis (2016)

My favourite vampire, favourite male character from the Witcher, and also the drawing that got pirated by the pirate merchandise sellers the most.

[milich96]

I've been reminded of another devil character from a fantasy game- the difference is that O'dimm scares the shit out of me whenever he is on screen. Raphael is more like a fucked up mewmew- i giggle when he appears

[howlingday]

Jaune: (Drunk) Nora... You're a genius.

Nora: (Drunk) 'Course I am! So? We invitin' Team RWBY?

Ren: Fuck yeah! Summon the bitches!

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Region E – Floordrop – Match 3

[assassin1513]

⚜️The Witcher part 7 ⚜️

[bookmaker-untaken]

would’ve been named fire & something if that wasn't cliche af ch 1

Male! Triss Merigold x Reader // Witcher III: Wild Hunt

Summary: Oh, the sorcerer has spellbound you - enchanted your heart, and it burns like sizzling fire. At least he’a a nice guy?

Authur’s Note: some of you may call me a coward for genderbending. blame THE BRAINROT!

Word Count: 1,032

i.

You go to meet the King of Beggars covered in dirt, grime, and blood.

This is unfortunate because he is talking to the most beautiful man you have ever seen. He has hair the color of - well, you’re not the poet Dandelion, you’re only a hunter - so none of the things that first come to mind are particularly flattering. His eyes are very green, like trees after rain in the summer. Is that something you’re allowed to say?

“Do you know each other?” The King asks.

The beautiful man looks at you, disgusting and wet. “No?”

“Ah, well, maybe I aught to give you some time to get acquainted,”

You don’t like the way he says that.

“I’m assuming that since you’re here the job is finished?”

“I figured you didn’t want me to bring the head in here,”

“You figured correctly.”

He fishes around for a something in his pockets and throws a bag of coins on the table.

“Your pay. Pleasure doing business with you. You’re dismissed. Both of you.”

The beautiful man seals his lips into a thin line and turns on his heel and you creep behind him until you’re both standing outside.

“Goodbye sir sorcerer,” Says the Guardsman at the gate. “Always lovely to see you around,”

“I’ll likely be back soon,” The beautiful man replies. “Oh, am I in your way?”

“No,” You say, harsher than you mean to. Realizing you need this conversation to continue you quickly add, “You a sorcerer?”

Internally you are slamming your head against the nearest brick wall.

He blinks, and you can’t help but notice how offensively long his eyelashes are. “Yes?”

“Do you need … Do you need me to walk you home?”

A polite smile blossoms on his face and you resist the urge to shield your eyes. “That’s very sweet of you, but no. I’m sure you have … business to attend to,”

His eyes find the swords on your back and your face warms slightly.

“You would think, wouldn't you,” You grumble.

He chuckles. “I understand completely. Tristyn Merigold,”

He extends a hand, and, distracted you almost don’t shake it. It’s soft but there are ridges from paper cuts and a writer’s callous.

“[Name] Witcherson,”

He nods. “Well, it was lovely to meet you - but I really must be going. My errands weren’t run themselves, unfortunately,”

The corner of your lip tugs. “A shame. But I want you to know, my offer still stands. Especially since …”

Tristyn’s face becomes solem. “Yes. Thank you, again. Well, it was nice meeting you.“

As you wave goodbye, you consider that you will likely never see him again and you’re just going to have to appreciate the glimpse you where given and that the feeling of your heart dropping into your fluttering stomach will certainly fade.

Please, for the love of eternal fire, fade.

ii.

“[Name]?

You recognize that voice. More accurately, you’d never forget it.

“Tristyn? What are you doing here?”

“Well, my services where requested in ridding the millers of their rat infestation,” He says. “And you? What are you doing here?”

“Guard duty. Pays the bills when there’s no monsters to hunt,”

Tristyn pauses. “You mentioned that you were a … Witcher?”

“Witcher-son.” You correct.

The furrow in Tristyn’s brow deepens.

“Judging by that face you must know a thing or two about Witchers,”

An unreadable emotion flickers across Tristyn’s face. “Yes.”

“One of my ancestors saved or gambled or something, nobody knows, with a Witcher and the crafty bastard asked for all his secrets.” You shrug. “Well, they taught their child, and the child after, and the child after - all the way down to me, who now guards grain.”

Tristyn nods, now understanding. “I know somebody else like that,”

“Really?”

“Yes. She’s like a little sister to me,” There’s a small smile on his face you can’t help but share.

“Well hopefully she’s not wasting her skills like me,”

“Hey,” Tristyn says. “Everyone has to do someone’s dirty work once in a while,”

“Even sorcerers?” You joke.

“Definitely sorcerers,” He says. “If I knew my specialty was to become casting out rats, I may have been more lax in my studies.”

“Hm. Must be demeaning.”

He laughs lightly. “You have no - well, I suppose you may have some idea, [Honorific] Witcherson.”

You shrug. “Can’t be helped. It’s Novigrad,”

“It’s Novigrad.” Tristyn agrees.

“There he is!”

When you turn and the man who hired you for the day is flanked by three witch hunters, you immediately know what has happened.

You step in front of Tristyn.

“You don’t have to -“ He begins, but the witch hunters are already upon you.

You draw your sword and lunge, getting in a few quick slices. When one of the witch hunter’s parry throws you off balance and he moves to attack your opening, something hot flies past your ear and he bursts into flame.

You toss a glance over your shoulder where Tristyn stands, hands enveloped in dancing fire. He reaches out and another fireball springs forth from his hand.

Working in perfect sync, you owe down the witch hunters.

“Please,” The boss begs, hands held up in surrender. “Please! D-Don’t hurt me!”

“You could have just said you didn’t have the money,” You grumble, flicking the blood from your sword. “But you should give us what you do have. Now.”

Panicked, he scrambles to take out a coin purse to hand it to Tristyn before running away. You watch him trip over his own feet to escape.

“Here,” Tristyn says, hand outstretched. “It’s likely less than you were promised, but, please, take it.”

You hole up your hane. “You don’t have to,”

“I mean it, [Honorific] knight-in-shining-armor,” He winks playfully. “That fight would have been harder without you.”

You raise an eyebrow. “I sincerely doubt that,”

He smiles indulgently. “Perhaps. But I find it’s always nice to have an ally. And uncommon,”

You can’t argue with that. “So, what now? More rats?”

“Ug. No. Nothing even remotely fulfilling,”He says. “I almost wish there was more rats. but such are the times.”

You sigh. “It’s Novigrad.”

You notice the dimple on the right side of his cheek. “It’s Novigrad.”

[ophierian-vp]

[poz-patrol]

The Witcher III Wild Hunt

[gotham-at-nightfall]

HUNT (The Witcher)

By Bulat Gazizov

[amemoryofwot]

Idk how I feel about a Li/am Ge/ralt…

[beanbowlbaggins]

[evemarielouis]

the sorceress' smile is not an ugly sight ; despite the thunder scars around her icy gaze, she is a creature of beauty -- ethereal & eery, certainly, but splendid nonetheless. the ugliness hides in the curve of her smile rather than in her face, which is to say it is the intent that is foul. witch, do you not care that you are facing a destroyer of worlds? ishtar's smile seems to say, i too have eaten my fair share of universes. & the black sun would be right : whatever made dhufeainnewedd a threat to execute & a monster to exorcize, is what made cirilla a prize to conquer & a myth to control. (power)

❛   give me that.  ❜ there's hardly an effort to suppress the snappy tone in ciri's voice while she glowers at ishtar. ❛   that's mine.  ❜

so when ciri barks, ishtar smiles. all teeth & no tenderness. like a feral dog which has yet to understand that, when you play pretend, finger-play is forbidden. "i'll show you mine," she sing-songs, fingers tightening around the object, "if you show me yours." this is a game and either ciri jumps in or she gets played. there are not many ways to deal with dhufeainnewedd. ciri must know that : the stories are rarely exhausted. like breath on warm ashes, the fire is rekindled with barely more than a sight of the sorceress, simply existing ; the girl with hair white as snow, eyes like thunder & smile so mischievous it is often the last sight of the ill-fated. "here", she murmurs, extending an object of her own ; one that was nowhere near her body a second before, with the distant crack of thunder as sole warning of her magic use.

[howlingday]

Faunus of Glass

Patron: Another round! And hurry up!

Waitress: Please, sir! Show some modesty!

Customer: So I look up, and I'll be damned, the woman downs the barrel in one swig!

Qrow: (Walks in, Sees it's busy)

Tyrian: (Sitting on a table) Qrow~! Over here~!

Drunk: H-Hey, red eyes! Hic! Y-Youse looks like ya knows how to drinks.

Qrow: Thanks, but maybe another time.

Drunk: C'mon now! Don't make beg!

Tyrian: (Claps his hands)

Drunk: My trea- (Frozen in time)

Patron: (Frozen in time)

Customer: (Frozen in time)

Waitress: (Frozen in time)

Qrow: ...Show-off.

Tyrian: Of course I am! Wouldn't you be? After all, time IS a marvelous plaything.

Qrow: And a good spice for gingerbread.

Tyrian: Oh, good! You were listening~! Yes, yes, it's true. I find time manipulation to be so so so irresistible. Controlling it offers so many delicious opportunities. (Plucks bug) Like spiking the soup of unsavory folks with equally ghastly things. (Dips bug in soup)

Qrow: Do you actually control time, or is this some kind of semblance?

Tyrian: What difference does it make?

Qrow: A big one.

Tyrian: ...Let's just say that time has always been a fascinating subject for me. So I taught myself how to best use it.

Qrow: Why time of all things?

Tyrian: Qrow, there are four dimensions; length, width, height, and time. What would you have me fall in love with? Length? Please...

Qrow: Who are you, really?

Tyrian: Tyrian Callows! Also known-

Qrow: Not what I'm asking.

Tyrian: Ah... So you'd rather know what it is I do. To make it short, I simply grant people's wishes.

Qrow: And drop them in a world of hurt.

Tyrian: Oh no! Not I! What happens to those poor, unfortunate souls is merely the cost of their greedy, little hearts. I simply give them what they ask for, and they never ask for anything truly of worth to them.

Qrow: You may look like a Faunus, but you're far from it. So what are you? A Grimm? Some kind of demon?

Tyrian: Do you really want to know?

Qrow: ...Yes.

Tyrian: No, you don't. This one time, I'll spare you the trouble and not grant you your wish. All who know my true name and nature are either dead or have met an even worse fate. But I still need you.

Qrow: So, why did you call me here?

Tyrian: I wanted to congratulate you on your victory! You've acquitted yourself splendidly with Raven, and I have but one task left for you.

Qrow: I was only supposed to fulfill her three wishes. I did just that. This is the part where you remove your brand on us. We're done.

Tyrian: Almost. I only have one final job for you. Bring Raven Branwen to the altar at the Temple of the Brothers.

Qrow: That wasn't part of the contract.

Tyrian: Oh, but it was, and as a man of Remnant, you should know that all contracts have a fine print which, however small, ultimately change the scope of the work to be performed.

Tyrian: And this applies to oral contracts as well. You may recall my saying, and I quote, "But I believe all will end well, and we three shall meet and thank each other for the voyage we shared." End quote.

Qrow: Yeah, I remember.

Tyrian: (Steps off the table) Fulfill your end of the bargain, and I shall remove the brand.

Tyrian: (Walks up to the still frozen Drunk, Shoves whole spoon into his eye) THAT was the last time you will ever interrupt me.

Tyrian: (Stands by the exit, Claps hands)

Drunk: (Collapses, Dead)

Shay: Huh? Why's there a bug in my soup? And you! I was waiting for you. How'd you get here from the door so fast?

Qrow: I'm a Huntsman. Superhuman agility is my bread and butter.

Shay: Did you put this bug in my-

Qrow: No. Now listen; tell your boss to meet me at the altar in the Temple of the Brothers. It's south of here, and inside a cave.

Waitress: (Screams)

Customer: Who's screaming?!

Qrow: Temple of the Brothers. Got it?

Shay: Y-Yeah. Oh, uh, before you go, your friend, the specialist stopped by and she said she was looking for you.

Qrow: Thanks.

[atomskdluffy]

I finished the Witcher III today, all expansions included. This was my second playthrough, which I played on New Game + with the new Next Gen Update. I was reminded, yet again and throughout it all, why I deem this my favorite game of all time. I am so glad that, after 5 years, my memory did not betray me and this fact remained true! I cannot begin to go into what I love about it, as it would only turn into a long gushing post, but if you enjoy open-world RPGs with excellent stories where your choices matter I cannot recommend this game enough. And if you want, you can watch the archives of my stream, the last of which will go live on YouTube tomorrow!

My next game has already been decided as well, tomorrow night we'll be checking out Outer Wilds!

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Winners' Round 3 – Region D – Match 1

[assassin1513]

⚜️Witcher Geralt ⚜️