Witcher TrashStan One (1) Feral Bard

ship what you wanna ship. geraskier, geraskifer, etc. Come at me with Witcher stuff

[ladycibia]

Hi!! I saw one of your replies with a sailor moon gif and I must ask (if this hasn’t been asked before) a chibi Jaskier with a sailor moon transition or cibe would give me so much LIFE 🥺🥰 🌙 💫 ⭐️

At first I just wanted to show you some Sailor Lute doodles I had already done in the past months, but then this happened

[norisquared]

if you see this post you have to go compliment a content creator. sorry i don’t make the rules

[prince-noctisluciscaelum]

I’m going to compliment @secret-engima, who writes such amazing AUs, and brings all the wonderful feels.

And also @ivorydice, who writes really good angst and hurt/comfort.

[secret-engima]

hgjfhgfhgf *blushes* thank you!

I’m gonna compliment both @wolfsrainrules and @north-peach who make AUs so amazing I’ll read them even tho I have no clue what fandom they are (or know the fandom and actively dislike it outside their AUs.

[north-peach]

^////^

Aww, thanks, sugar!

I’m going to go with @esamastation for Trade Winds because *chef kiss*. Then, because you did two, I will as well and go with @blackkatmagic for in labyrinths of reflections because I found religion that day

[fandommaniac2401]

@rayshippouuchiha

I adore your au’s and your entire Components of Construction series. I love sso many of your stories, I have a bookmark folder specifically for them

@helly-watermelonsmellinfellon

What can I say to describe how I feel about your work? You show so much dedication to getting the chapters written to a minimum length you are happy with and you refuse to publish if you haven’t met your self inflicted minimum word requirements.

I also have read your FemHarry stories countless times and they never fail to make me happy

[helly-watermelonsmellinfellon]

😍

[annabelsmith2020]

I will compliment @inexplicifics

Your stories are out of this world!

[inexplicifics]

I will compliment the marvelous @heronfem!

[mayastormborn]

I compliment @misterstalker whose art is fantastic, and @dapandapod who is an utter sweetheart

[misterstalker]

I compliment @witcherscrane for being an amazing cornerstone of the witcher fandom! She writes and draws but has indirectly been the source of maybe 100+ fan works because of her absolutely wonderful, supportive, and charming Witcher Server on Discord.

[bardsexualwitchersexual]

I too compliment @witcherscrane ;3 she's a sweetheart and her server is absolutely fantastic

[lethal-desires]

Steve and Bucky meets Bucky’s sister.

TFATWS hinted at Bucky’s sister being alive. I do not know if it is an introduction to Rebecca Barnes (Rebecca Proctor) or another sibling. Not sure how she will be presented, at what age or who will play her; or if she will make an appearance at all. Most importantly, not sure if they will have a convoluted way of presenting her as Rebecca ‘Rikki’ Barnes (who, btw, is from a different reality on the whole with a lot of backstory inclusive of being a counter-reality version of Bucky, sidekick to Cap, NOMAD etc.). This, however, is just my take on Bucky having a living sister. And that she (with a possibility of being a badass back in her heydays) is still a very spirited woman at her age, living a quiet, beautiful and ordinary life. And this here is her brother and her brother-in-law visiting her on a weekend. And of course Bucky is being the protective ‘big brother’ he is. And Steve is always refereeing when big brother and lil’ sister fight. P.s. None other than Golden Girl.

[ladycibia]

you have no idea how happy your art makes me 🥺♥️ if you’d like, may i pls see a chibi bard in a flower crown? sorry i just....he’s....so damn cute...

(thank you!!!!!)

I’m afraid it’s too big for a tiny humble bard :c

[littoraly-art-deactivated202501]

I got a prompt for "Lambert dying under goats" and I ran with it

Panel Dialogue:

1. Geralt: "What the hell is he doing?"

Eskel: "It's Lambert. I'm not exactly sure that /he/ knows what he's doing."

Lil Bleats: *goat noises*

2. N/A

3. Lambert: "What the fuck (using a lot of 'U')

4. Lambert: "Stop! (×4) Ah! No! Not the h– (hair) Eskel!

AAAAA <-- screaming

5. N/A

[alyssaties]

Witcher fanart!! My fav monster hunter and bard ❤️🌈🌼

[spicymochi]

raccoon balloon

[inexplicifics]

I love your series! The invasion of the noblewomen gave me a potentional plot bunny thought.

Jaskier arrives in Kaer Morhen as one of the consort hopefuls or as one of their guards. He just wants to get ideas for his songs and practise whilst all the other women are competeing for Geralts attention.

Shinegians and chaos ensues. The usual love potion attempt though Agata probably doesn't go all stabby. All the Witchers are v confused and befuddled by the bard singing in their favour whilst the consort hopefuls are glowering at him. Jaskier and Geralt probably don't even realise their pining until after the women are kicked out and Jaskier swears his loyalty and Milena

This would be a very interesting AU of the AU!

[mollyencrypted]

... but what if this is also an AU in which Milena was sent off as tribute?

Political advisor Milena de Roggeven, beloved consort to Lambert of the Wolf School, dressed in an elegant black gown with golden embroidery and armed with her frankly terrifying amount of daggers, cheerfully giving her sisters conniptions and giggling at Jaskier's lovestruck bluescreening at Geralt...

[inexplicifics]

Okay that’s awesome.

[bardsexualwitchersexual]

Ok Inex, I ain't gonna lie...I would sure as fuck read this sort of AU.

[mondfuchs]

Extremely fluffy Growlithe with young Eskel for @rawrkinjd because of… reasons ;D

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Dear Red,

I remember when we first met. 

I was one of many pups in the courtyard that day. The older members of your pack were keeping us in a pen. My litter mates were busy fighting over some rawhide, and I was supervising. It wouldn’t do for any of them to be hurt before the selection process. It took a paw or two on a few bellies to keep everything calm. I saw you first, Red. You were standing on the fence, surveying the pups with a fond gaze. You looked tired, a little low, but I could see the size of your heart even then. In your eyes, in the way you stood, in the way you smiled, even though something was weighing you down.

I took a chance. Your pack leaders tell you that you choose the pokémon. They’re wrong. The pokémon always chooses the witcher first. 

I wagged my tail, as large and voluminous as it was back then, and I caught your eye. I saw your grin properly for the first time then. Your fangs were a little shorter than mine, I noted. You climbed over the fence and you knelt down. “Here, boy,” you said. I was a little nervous, but your arms were open wide and I couldn’t resist. I checked your scent. All fine. I approached, licked your face in greeting, and you laughed. I liked your smile, your laugh, and you didn’t smell as bad as some of the others. My tail wagged more, and you scooped me up. You went over to the Grey One and said, “this is the one.”  

I chose you that day, and you chose me.

We’ve been through a lot, Red. I think about our life together often. The monsters we’ve fought, the people we’ve saved. My expectations of the world were so high. My only experience of humans until we left the keep were of the wolf pack, but I learned quickly that people were cruel. We’ve been pelted by stones, we’ve been chased from villages and refused shelter. I growled, and barked, and bit at first, but you never did. You never scolded me, but you told me we couldn’t. That we had to be better. That we had a job to do.

You are better than them, Red. You deserved more. I was just a pup, though. All I could do was fight at your side and make sure you were never on your own.

So, we did our job. Side-by-side. But it was always you that went without. If it rained, you gave me your cloak; if we were low on food, you made me eat first. I enjoyed summer nights the most. When we could eat rabbit and you would talk to me under the stars. You didn’t think I could understand you, but I could. You talked to me about dreams and love, you told me stories about heroes and gods. You confided in me when you missed the White One. How much you loved him, how much you missed him. You always apologised for that part, and I never understood why. I wish I could ask you. But I couldn’t.

You were always happiest during the winter. We trained with the White One; you laughed and smiled. We yipped and bounced. I grew fond of the White One’s pup after a time, and was very grateful when you purchased a large basket for us, and placed it by the fire. She is a nice pup. If it were any other life, we would have been good together, I think. Like you and the White One. 

I have many fond memories of us, Red. But I have many sad ones, too. When the Dark Lady hurt you, when the magic cut through your face and her blade went through your belly, I thought I’d lost you.  They wouldn’t let me see you at first. I howled for days. Until my throat was hoarse. Until they let me into your room. It was a relief when I felt your hand on my head, but your smile was gone. It wouldn’t return for years. When we hunted the Dark Lady down, when we put an end to her rampage, I thought I would never see you smile again. 

We howled together that day. I grieved at your side, even though I didn’t entirely understand why. I made a promise that you would never be alone, not even in your darkest moment.

I’m grateful that you never asked me to evolve. You said, “we must all choose our own destiny.” When I turned away from the firestone, you didn’t press my paw to it as another might have. But I knew you wouldn’t. That was a long time ago. I’m very old, and very grey now. I sit across your lap while you read; reading to me, in fact. You know I’m going deaf, but you still talk to me all the time. You know my limbs hurt more than they don’t, so you carry me on your back and on the horse’s saddle when we walk the Path. My body is as scarred as yours, but perhaps not as useful anymore. Many witchers replace their pups when they become as old and grey as I, but not you, Red. 

We’re together ‘til the end, aren’t we? 

I lift my head, tail wagging, and your face, scarred and weathered, breaks into that grin. So much older, and wiser, than the young witcher I met many decades ago. “Good pup,” you say. I wag harder.

[tariqah]

Ma-ia hi

Ma-ia ho

Ma-ia ha

Ma-ia ha ha

[tariqah]

alo

Salut

[yuuri-akatsuki]

sunt eu

un… haiduc???

[wolfsteax]

dont you sick fucks make me relive this

[zanimez]

SI TE ROG…. IUBIREA MEA PRIMESTE  FERICIEEEEEAAAA  

[saipng]

ALO?

Alo?

sunt eu

PICASSO

[acidwaste]

ti-am dat beep

si sunt voinic

[iuuubire-deactivated20210607]

Dar sa stii nu-ti cer nimic😂😂😂

VREI SA PLECI DAR

[velvetrotangel]

Nu mă, nu mă ieei

[rrosetum]

NU MĂ, NU MĂ IEI

[contrainous]

nu mă, nu mă, nu mă iei

[acid-wash-and-lemonade]

I have no idea what happened here

[dangerbooze]

Lucky bastard. It’s stuck in my head now

[spelviin]

CHIPUL TAU SI DRAGOSTEA DIN TEI 

[fifty-shades-of-umbridge]

Mya mintesc day oki tay-yay

[apartment-witch]

am i having a stroke

[walks-the-ages]

What is this? What is this from? Why do thousands of people know what this is. Apparently it’s Romanian. What is it??

[accessibleposts]

They’re the lyrics to the song Dragostea Din Tei by Moldovan pop group O-zone. It was a very popular song in the early 2000s

[cannabisexual]

We’ve finally reached the point where the old memes are too old for today’s generation… Fs in the chat.

[rescue-ram]

For any wretched zoomers…one of the original viral videos aka the finest of vintage memes

[tygermama]

We must not despair as long as we are here, we can teach the children about the ancient texts

[prismatic-bell]

This came out when I was a freshman in college. My women’s chorus tricked our director into allowing us to perform “a traditional Romanian love song” for our choral concert.

YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN SUCH BETRAYAL as the moment all of the other students assigned to attend our concert realized what we had done.

(It sounds great as a choral arrangement, by the way, if you’re wondering.)

[maliciouslycontent-deactivated2]

I am going to fucking cry, why am i old

[althanair]

Coën: How long are we going to stand here and let him do that?

Lambert: Just give him a minute.

Aiden: *pushing a door that says pull*

[pepper-epper-er]

For the headcanons,, idk why but one of the sadder ones I had was Geralt taking Jaskier to Kaer Morhen and they meet Lambert and Eskel in an inn on the way there and seeing how brotherly they are with each other, Jask feels left out but pulls away (not running away mind you) but just getting separate rooms “to not disturb them” that sorta thing mixed with all the bad self thoughts of not belonging (until Geralt brings him to a wolf cuddle pile for the first time)

Jaskier’s on his last dregs as they reach the tavern. Exhaustion’d seeped into his bones long ago. They’re broke, he’ll need to play for coin before they can pay for a two-bedded room. He sighs, and Geralt barely spares him a glance. He’s likely tired with Jaskier’s (rightful) complaining, and Jaskier’s frankly too tired to complain at this point. 

They’re close to Kaer Morhen, at the base of the mountains. The town, small and readying for winter, bustling as they entered. The tavern is tantalizingly close; Jaskier’s dreaming of a soft bed on his feet. Geralt grins to himself, wolfish as he passes his coin to the stableboy to take care of Roach. He rarely does, and Jaskier watches his friend walk into the tavern with renewed strength.

“Eskel!” His voice booms loud enough for Jaskier to hear it from outside, and he quickly enters the establishment to see a scarred witcher tuck his head into Geralt’s shoulder as they hug tightly. The wooden floor shakes as another witcher, Lambet presumably, runs down the stairs and hurl towards the pair of embracing wolves. Jaskier watches as the trio slam against a wall as they hug. They’re violent in their excitement and, Jaskier imagines, in their relief. Another year survived.

The three rub noses, cheeks as they huddle together. The rest of the taverngoers look on with a soft smile, as if they’ve seen the scene too many times to count. They’re at home here, every one of them. 

Except Jaskier, of course. They all fit in one another, and Jaskier realizes belatedly that they won’t have space for him. The soles of his feet ache, but he’s frozen, unsure on where Geralt wants him, if he wants him there at all. But the minutes stretch on, and the wolves untangle themselves from one another to take a seat at their table. They trade smiles and stories and Jaskier’s wordless as he watches how Geralt melts into them. Evidently, he’s forgotten about Jaskier.

The bard moves away from the entrance of tavern over to the keep. He pays for a room with two beds for a night, and requests for dinner to be sent up. He glances over his shoulder a the brothers; Geralt laughs as Lambert tells a story. Eskel watches the both of them fondly. 

He’s so foolish for ever wanting a place in their home. True, he’d only wanted to be their guest, but even that was asking such a close-knit family too much wasn’t it? The porridge is warm as he eats, and the bed soft where he sits atop it. He falls into a restless sleep in an empty room without goodnight, not wanting to bother his friend. 

Jaskier’s awoken to the sound of his door unlatching and creaking open. The dagger is in his hand and held out to defend as footsteps enter. 

Geralt’s eyes shine in the dark of the room, glowing as they reflect the little light from the melted-down candle. “Jaskier?” he asks, voice low. There’s a smile in his voice, and Jaskier relaxes. “Why’re you in here?” 

Jaskier rubs the sleep from his eyes, shivering in the chill of autumn night. Geralt grabs his lute and his satchel before smiling down at Jaskier. The bard shouts as he’s lifted, grimacing as he tries to keep his nightdress from slipping down his thighs. Geralt rolls his eyes. Fair, he’s seen all of it by now, but Jaskier would still like to keep his dignity in front of other possible taverngoers, thank you very much. 

“Where’re you taking me?” he asks. He misses the warmth of his bed, and pretends he doesn’t love the warmth of being held so closely to his friend’s chest. 

“To bed.” A door swings open, and Jaskier shudders are the blast of heat from a well-lit hearth. He peers by the fire, and two sets of glowing eyes stare back. Geralt kicks the door shut without preamble, and sets Jaskier down on the abandoned too-small-for-three bed before safely tucking his lute and satchel by the pile of belongings in the far corner of the room.

Jaskier smiles the pair of witchers piled on the floor, unsure. “Hello,” he says, “I’m sorry to have awoken you—” he yelps as Geralt picks him up again and deposits him onto Eskel’s chest, legs tucked in between Eskel and Lambert’s waists. “Um, Geralt?” Geralt tucks himself behind Lambet, one arm stretched over the three of them. Jaskier finds himself with legs intertwined with his, unsure which limbs belong to whom. Lambet’s breath warms Jaskier’s neck, and smiles down at him before his eyes flutter shut. They’re so relaxed, a pile of wolves with a larklet crushed between them. It’s surprisingly comfortable Geralt’s arm shifts, and Jaskier cranes his head to look at him.

“Go to sleep,” Geralt murmurs. His eyes slip closed, a content hum escaping his lips. Jaskier turns around and shifts, settling himself into his new position. It doesn’t take long for him to fall asleep. 

It’s hours later that he’s awoken again. Lambert kicks in his sleep (luckily, towards Geralt), and Eskel’s jaw clicks in murder hisses. Geralt purrs, content despite his no-doubt aching ribs with Lambert’s incessant kicking. They’re all still very much asleep, and Jaskier nearly whimpers with how cute they are. He falls asleep soon after, plastering himself to Eskel. Lambert shifts closer, and Geralt subconsciously follows suit. Jaskier dreams of a winter filled with cuddles and stupid wolf instincts (and when he arrives, he learns that his dreams were very much right). 

-

omg how did this get so long and yet have zero plot lmaoooo; rb if u liked it 

[ladycibia]

Gd bless ye for having Valdo Puff be a thing I am never calling him anything else

Damn you, Valdo Puff

[ladycibia]

felt cute, might delete later

[joeybateydearly]

All the best and Happy New Year 2021! 💚

[ladycibia]

Hey! Glad to see you are having a great Christmas. I was wondering what would it be like celebrating Christmas with chibi Geralt, chibi Jaskier, chibi Ciri and chibi Yennfer?

W-well, I’m glad I’m giving this impression, ahaha...ah..*cough* ANYWAY

they brought more decorations

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Don’t Tell Vesemir: Part 1 of 6

A/N: Eskel is always portrayed as kind, mature and level. His reputation paints him as the Golden Boy of Kaer Morhen, and Vesemir thinks the sun shines out of his backside. Eskel thrives off of it and it serves him well when picking up contracts. Over the course of a handful of years, the evidence of Eskel’s eskel-pades mounts until Vesemir’s presented with it firsthand.

Five times the others catch Eskel being naughty (but Vesemir doesn’t believe them), and one time when Vesemir sees the evidence for himself.

Warnings: Explicit. Some violence. We’re going for humour, though. M/M, M/F, Multi.

Jaskier straightens his collar and poses elegantly in the floor length mirror. The plum coloured doublet, with its darker detailing and puffy sleeves, complements his frame perfectly. Emphasising his shoulders, narrowing his waist and hips; it leads down into matching breeches that pull tight around his backside. His calves are nicely accentuated by the stiff leather of his riding boots and he twirls to admire them. 

One might argue that his additional attention to detail is both vain and pointless. His clothes won’t remain on his body for long after his arrival. They never do. But the wrapping was as important as the gift within when enticing prospective bad partners. A little something to excite all the senses; bright, soft clothing, expensive cologne and a gentle, lyrical voice to tempt them over.

You see, dear reader, Jaskier is heading to a very different kind of party to his usual sprawling banquet affair, where he’s expected to pluck delicately at his lute and chirp like a starling on Beltane morn. This particular bash attracted the refined and wealthy—he was never really interested in anything else these days—but provided the opportunity for them to indulge in more intimate appetites. Apparently, they had managed to source a very exotic guest. Potentially a succubus. Geralt would lose his mind. Best not to tell him.

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