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just here to remind everyone that geralt is the father

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𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐼𝑆 𝑊𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝐼𝑇 𝐼𝑆 𝑇𝑂 𝐵𝐸 𝐴𝑁𝐴𝐾𝐼𝑁 𝑆𝐾𝑌𝑊𝐴𝐿𝐾𝐸𝑅. 𝐹𝑂𝑅𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅 𝑂𝑁 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐸𝐷𝐺𝐸 𝑂𝐹 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐿𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇. 𝐹𝑂𝑅𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅 𝑂𝑁 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐸𝐷𝐺𝐸 𝑂𝐹 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐷𝐴𝑅𝐾.

𝔓𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝙴𝚂𝟷𝙴𝙳   :    an   independent   and   private   interpretation   of   george   lucas'   anakin   skywalker   —   written   within   a   flexible   canon-divergent   lens   of   the   star   wars   universe.   as   written   by   fenix   (   he   /   him,   30+,   est   ). 

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HENRY CAVILL as GERALT OF RIVIA Netflix’s The Witcher ‧ Before a Fall

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ah,  there  it  is,  the  witcher  reflected  silently  in  amusement  at  the  un-asked  question  that  traveled  alongside  sansa’s  rebuttal,  whether  she  was  aware  of  it  or  not.   ❝   that’s  because  i  don’t  mind.  not  at  all.   ❞   he  confesses  so  nonchalantly.  then  again,  why  would  it  matter  enough  for  him  to  do  otherwise?  was  it  not  already  perfectly  clear  that  she  was  his  superior  —  both  socially  and  morally?  that  geralt  did  not  deserve  to  breathe  the  same  air  as  her,  let  alone  hold  the  title  of  her  husband,  even  if  it  was  just  a  fabrication  of  convenience.   ❝   on  the  contrary,  i’m  flattered.  a  witcher  married.  i  don’t  think  that’s  ever  been  done.  and  with  a  beautiful  lady  from  south  of  the  wall  nonetheless.  you  think  people  would  start  paying  me  more  for  my  services  if  they  knew?   ❞   he  chuckled,  taking  another  swig  from  his  ale  before  slamming  his  mug  back  down  on  the  table  with  an  audible  thud.   ❝   think  i  may  even  forgive  you  for  thrusting  this  on  me  without  even  letting  me  kiss  the  bride  first.   ❞

be   careful,    he   says,    in   the   same   ever   sturdy   tone   that's   come   to   haunt   her   as   much   as   it   does   soothe   her.    the   tease   is   there,    even   if   it   does   not   inflect   fully   in   his   voice,    sansa   can   feel   it   all   the   same        –        it's   enough   to   justify   the   way   she   scoffs   over   the   mulled   wine   in   her   hands,    warming   through   her   gloves,    letting   steam   roll   upwards   to   unthaw   the   frozen   tip   of   her   nose.            “   says   the   man   who   does   not   jump   to   create   a   different   excuse,    ser   witcher.   ”            a   small   sip   of   warmth   through   chilled   lips,    mouth   now   stained   a   dark   red   as   she   shifts   in   her   seat        –        first   away,    before   the   realization   that   his   warmth   at   her   side   is   more   a   need   than   a   simple   want,    and   she   is   left   to   inch   back   into   him   all   the   same.            “   you   don't   seem   to   mind   the   implication   of   it,    either   way.   ” 

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bowing  his  head  in  modest  appreciation,  the  witcher  couldn’t  help  but  smile.  not  only  was  the  giant  —  his  friend’s  —  excitement  upon  noticing  him  a  breath  of  air,  but  perhaps  the  very  same  could  be  said  for  his  display  of  proper  social  etiquette  is  allowing  him  to  rest  beside  him  by  the  fire.  that  was  much  more  than  geralt  could  say  for  the  men  and  woman  of  the  entire  continent,  who  were  more  likely  to  greet  him  with  disdainful  stares  and  hushed  curses  like  mutant  scum  under  their  breath.

and  the  hospitality  isn’t  only  for  me,  but  for  roach  too.

needless  to  say,  geralt  wasted  no  time  in  settling  the  mare  by  a  nearby  tree,  stowing  his  swords  —  he  knew  he  wouldn’t  be  needing  them  —  on  to  her  before  joining  his  friend  a  few  feet  away  and  settling  himself  down  by  the  fire  and  its  warmth.   ❝   you  have  my  thanks.  and  roach’s  too,  i’m  sure  she  would  be  giving  it  herself  if  she  could.   ❞   he  smiled  and  turned  over,  craning  his  neck  to  look  up  at  the  figure  who  towered  over  him.   ❝   how  has  the  world  been  treating  you  of  late,  ingvar?   ❞

"Geralt...!" Ingvar gasped, staring wide-eyed at the Witcher he'd quite honestly expected never to see again. The White Wolf was to him like a ghost, a spector of his past saviour. If not for him, why, the giant would likely be dead.

But where were his manners?! It was with a wordless gesture he first beckoned him closer, before he said anything about it.

"Sir Witcher, you — you are returning...! Please, come hither, and be joining of me, and be resting, you and your horse."

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got a grand total of 2 things on the queue but 🤷🏽‍♂️ it’s better than nothing. i’ll be flying over to miami for the week (and skipping a rainy and miserable week in ny nice). feel free to hmu on discord to chat or ic one liners

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damn it's been ten years since the release of the wi.tcher 3. mazel tov to the goat of a game. if it wasn't for you, this blog wouldn't exist.

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This book is so funny I love it

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tfw u fk around and make a sick graphic and can't seem to make anything else after that, then you start to wonder how the fck u even made that first one to begin with

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the  woods  were  dark  and  silent  but  the  eerie  whispers  of  the  night  wind.  to  most,  it  would’ve  no  doubt  been  an  ominous  and  incredibly  frightening  scene,  but  not  for  a  witcher,  who  was  —  quite  literally  —  crafted  to  weather  and  thrive  in  these  kinds  of  scenarios.  he’d  seen  worse.

the  same  could  be  said  for  the  woman  at  the  door  of  the  small  and  seemingly  abandoned  home;  the  first  home  he  had  seen  since  first  venturing  in  the  woods.  she  would’ve  been  hard  to  notice  if  not  for  the  mutagens  that  granted  him  a  king  sense  of  nocturnal  sight  and  the  previously  consumed  elixir  still  working  its  magic,  of  course.

the  woman  —  this  baba  yaga  —  bore  a  menacing  visage,  with  her  one  pale  eye,  seemingly  blinded  from  the  flames  that  left  their  mark  upon  her  face.  for  one  fleeting  and  horrible  moment,  he  thought  of  rience.  but  there  was  absolutely  no  coming  back  for  the  mage,  regis  saw  to  that.

❝   i’m  not  here  for  tea  and  tall  tales,  of  that  you  can  rest  assured.   ❞   geralt  remarked,  throwing  a  halting  palm  up  in  front  of  him.   ❝   but  I’m  chasing  a  rumor.  surely  those  haven’t  passed  your  notice.  If  baba  yaga  is  in  the  mood  to  share  …  it  just  so  happens  that  I’ll  listen.   ❞

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It wasn't often that a Witcher came into her woods.

Especially not Geralt of Rivia.

She'd heard of him plenty. His reputation preceded him. She watched him from where she stood in her doorway, one striking blue-green eye not leaving his face. The other was a milky white, partially shut due to the burn that covered half of her face. A cat sat at her feet, tail flicking back and forth languidly.

"You must be in dire need of something if you came so deep into the forest." Her head tilted just so, like a curious animal. "Do you seek Baba Yaga's counsel?"

That was what she always asked those who came to her home. No one came to her house unless they needed advice, or a charm, or a spell.

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@starwrittenfates ♡’d for a starter

the witcher’s sigh was mournful as he watched ciri conclude the exercises with her sword. she didn’t need to do it, he understood that it was mostly to appease him. and for that, he couldn’t be more grateful. yet the smile on his face was still sad.

❝  don’t get me wrong, i believe in you. you know that.  ❞  geralt hesitated as if trying to choose his words.  ❝  i just didn’t think the day would come so soon were i’d see you run off as a true witcher.  ❞

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reminder that my geralt uses the ponytail with shaved sides hairstyle option from tw3

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At the gate to the stables sat a black cat, intently licking its little paw. "Here, kitty kitty," said the witcher. The cat, freezing, stared at him ominously, folded back its ears, and hissed, baring its teeth. "I know," Geralt nodded. "I don't like you either. I was only joking." -The Witcher: A Shard of Ice (Andrzej Sapkowski)

(image description: Black and white four panel comic depicting Geralt seeing a cat, crouching down to offer his hand, the cat freaking out, and Geralt grumpily stepping back with his arms folded.)

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getting a song on a pinned post will be the death of me i swear

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very minor change,but having geralt carrying 2 swords on his back vs 1 In my icon makes me feel so much better

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the novels are my favorite because i love how instead of having this big sentimental and lovey moment when geralt tells yen he loves her for the first time, (verbally - not just in his thoughts) she proceeds to give him the good ol' heimlich b4 he chokes to death.

they are so unserious i love them so much.