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@sordidsaovine
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
It’s done, it’s posted, oh my god. For the @sordidsaovine Halloween event. This is the project that’s been occupying my every waking moment for the past few weeks, this week in particular. I’m proud of myself for finishing this thing by Halloween, even if it is an unbeta’d mess. Please be gentle with me if you choose to read it, it’s a first for me in a lot of ways! Happy Halloween 🎃
i had a dream (which was not a dream at all)
On Saovine morning, Emhyr is given a report detailing strange activity in the bogland an hours ride from Nilfgaard City. Not wanting to alert his subjects, Emhyr asks Geralt to investigate for him. Even after decades as a witcher, nothing could have prepared Geralt for the darkness he meets and all that it shows him.
Word Count: 8590
Rating: Mature
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
Relationship: Emhyr var Emreis/Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia
Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Emhyr var Emreis, Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Vesemir (The Witcher), Jaskier | Dandelion
Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Halloween, halloween fic, Saovine Fic, Post Blood and Wine, Spooky, Canon Typical Violence, action and adventure, Angst, Fluff, Love Confessions, Happy Ending, Wild Hunt Spoilers
Part of the @sordidsaovine event.
Read now on Ao3!
It's not the end of Inktober as I have 3 prompts left, so... You can await to see them during few next days
Also, a drowner for @sordidsaovine
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
It’s done, it’s posted, oh my god. For the @sordidsaovine Halloween event. This is the project that’s been occupying my every waking moment for the past few weeks, this week in particular. I’m proud of myself for finishing this thing by Halloween, even if it is an unbeta’d mess. Please be gentle with me if you choose to read it, it’s a first for me in a lot of ways! Happy Halloween 🎃
Update!
An update to my @sordidsaovine story! Chapter Eight can be read here!
Bad Advice
This is my entry for @sordidsaovine. It was meant to be serious. Then I thought it might just be smut. in the end, it is neither.
Let it be known to the whole Continent and Geralt gave the worst advice ever. As in, the worst. Fucking. Ever. Pre-performance jitters were quite the norm, Jaskier was used to those. True, he hadn’t had them this bad in a while but that was what he got when his boyfriend’s extended family asking for a private Saovine performance. Strangers were one thing, if they didn’t like Jaskier’s music, they’d never hear it again once he moved on from the tavern. Performing in front of Geralt had become easy. He’d heard all the practice runs, the rough drafts of songs and how they were refined. He’d heard Jaskier slip up, strum the wrong note, sing off key, miss a beat and all the other ways a musician could make a mistake. But it was Geralt, he didn’t mind. His family on the other hand, they mattered a lot.
“Just a heads up,” Geralt had said as he stood next to Jaskier. “They do take Saovine fancy dress rather seriously. And it’s rather realistic.”
Which was fine, Jaskier had seen Geralt all dressed up, spelled ears and tail along with sharp teeth. He looked like a disturbingly attractive wolfman and it wasn’t fair. If his family looked anything like him, Jaskier would be in trouble.
“I’m sure I’ll be fine.” He tried to laugh it off. “You’ve given me a good baseline of expectations.”
“If in doubt, just imagine them naked.”
Worst. Advice. Ever. Jaskier already had issues when playing sometimes. If he really got into it, he ended up being grateful for his lute hiding his rather obvious problem. It was something whispered about at Oxenfurt amongst the students. Peak Performance as they had called it and it affected almost everyone at some point or other. The pleasure and relief of playing mixed with the adrenaline confused the body. It was almost disturbing how often it affected Jaskier. To be told to imagine Geralt’s rather handsome family naked was definitely not going to help. And now it was the only thing he could think of.
It was time. Jaskier made his grand entrance and swallowed thickly as his worst fears were confirmed. Geralt’s family and friends were unfairly good looking. There was Geralt in his wolf getup, next to him was Yennefer dressed as member of the Fae high court, shimmering wings and all and Triss being the cutest pumpkin on the Continent. Also in the front row was Vesemir as a very handsomely dressed, older ‘headless ghost’ and Jaskier would have killed for his outfit without hesitation. Second row was a mishmash, of outfits, Eskel was Frankenstein’s Monster, next to him was Lambert as a zombie who Jaskier would happily be dinner for. The most eye catching though was Aiden dressed as Nilfgaardian general while Cahir was in a full witcher getup, swords and all.
Swallowing hard, Jaskier started playing. It was going surprisingly well, he sank into the performance, delighted when Triss got up to dance, pulling Vesemir with her. Everyone seemed to be having a great time, including Jaskier. Which was, naturally, the moment Geralt’s words sprang to mind.
“Imagine them naked.”
Despite not wanting to, Jaskier’s eyes slid over his best looking audience ever and his mind conjured up what they might look like under their clothes. Even Vesemir was unfairly appealing. Jaskier was fucked. He played and he tried to shift his lute to hide his growing, not so little problem. Only, he was in a room with a bunch of people with extraordinary senses. He saw Geralt smirk, eyes drifting pointedly down to his lute. Lambert was snickering and nudging Aiden. The only one seemingly blissfully unaware was Cahir until Eskel leaned over to whisper in his ear. Eyes widening and darting down to Jaskier’s crotch, Cahir blushed before grinning widely. There was nothing Jaskier could do because he also happened to quite like an audience for everything. Being an exhibitionist made life rather difficult at times.
The final notes of the last song faded and he stood, cheeks flushed and slightly out of breath. For a few moments nobody moved then the applause broke out. It seemed Jaskier had won Geralt’s family over.
“Encore!” Eskel bellowed.
“I think we can get you singing more,” Lambert yelled and Aiden jeered.
Glancing to Geralt, Jaskier watched his boyfriend shrug with a smirk before stepping up onto the stage and kissing him deeply. Wolf whistles sounded from the others and Jaskier tugged at one wolf ear to elicit a deep growl. Breaking away and looking up, Jaskier really shouldn’t have been surprised to see Lambert tackling Eskel into a chair to kiss him while Aiden was pulling Cahir closer. Maybe Geralt gave the best advice, now that Jaskier thought of it.
Thus, a new tradition was born: Saovine Orgy. Jaskier really couldn’t complain, not when he got to sing and then be rewarded by attentive hands and mouths whispering praise against his skin. Next year, he was coming dressed as Apollo - togas were much more orgy friendly.
i had a dream (which was not a dream at all), a Geralt/Emhyr Saovine story.
On Saovine morning, Emhyr is given a report detailing strange activity in the bogland an hours ride from Nilfgaard city. Not wanting to alert the packed out city, Emhyr asks Geralt to investigate for him. Even after decades as a witcher, nothing could have prepared Geralt for the darkness he meets and all that it shows him.
Featuring an established relationship, canon typical violence, action and adventure!
As the eclipse reached its totality the ground below Geralt’s felt began to shake, rumbling low and sinister. His medallion began to twitch wildly against his chest. The wraiths stopped attacking, turning towards the stone circle. In the dim light, Geralt could see the cult members had stopped moving, their chant reaching a fevered peak, the cry sounding like a beseechment before they all fell to the ground, the wraiths also disappearing as if they’d never been there to start with. It was unsettling, a cold tendril of uncertainty wrapped its way around Geralt’s stomach.
The shaking intensified and Geralt had to work to keep his balance as the rumbling grew so loud it hurt his ears, the scent of ozone filling his nose, so strongly Geralt gagged. He sheathed his sword and fell to his knees, the overload on those two senses too much to bear, and started to crawl away from the stone circle, hoping the distance would help.
The ground felt oddly warm beneath his knees and gauntlets. Sweat dripped down Geralt’s forehead and back. His arms ached something terrible, they shook as Geralt forced himself further away, teeth gritted against the pain and nausea. Thoughts of knocking back a potion crossed his mind but Geralt wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep it down.
With one last violent jerk that sent Geralt sprawling onto his back, legs landing in one of the puddles that littered the bogland, the ground stopped shaking and the rumbling finally stopped. Geralt stared up at the still dark sky, panting and confused, very sure the eclipse should have moved from totality into its fourth phase.
His medallion twitched so hard it hit him in the face. A breath later, Geralt was hit with a wall of magic so strong, he passed out.
Posting October 31st on Ao3!
heir to another’s wrongs
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For @sordidsaovine I decided to make a (very filthy) werewolf comic. I am still in the process of drawing and posting pages over on my nsfw Twitter but I wanted to share the still sfw beginning here as well. And I’ll add the content warning here, in case you decide to visit the thread: +++This is no content for minors, so please respect that if you are a minor and don’t engage+++ CW // swearing, transformation, mild dub con, nudity, teratophilia, graphic sex, extreme insertion, mild body deformation
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Geralt summoning a demon in the woods for the @sordidsaovine event.
Yes he has horns, because it’s halloween.
Inktober and also a monster for @sordidsaovine
Chapter Two is up!
The second chapter of my Vampire Julian story is up! @sordidsaovine
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So I colored it. And for the very first time I'm content with my digital
The art I made for @sordidsaovine event
heir to another’s wrongs
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A delicacy that is sweetest from the source~
Another installment of Vampskier for the @sordidsaovine event! You know how well-fed Vampire Jaskier would be at court? my god you’d have to drag him out from underneath the tables lol. Thank you @mian8o for allowing me to nestle between your thighs for those pictures ^_^
other vampskier pics♥
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Complete. 19K
For @sordidsaovine - spooky witcher contract time!
Summary: A curious boast of luck sees Eskel into the nowhere town of White Stone, the promise of Geralt and Jaskier’s company quickly souring with what he finds: Jaskier, alone and half-mad in a nightmarish torment, and Geralt gone missing on a contract. Trying to keep a cool head, Eskel’s window to save either Jaskier or Geralt quickly closes.
A tale in two acts.
(mostly gen. no smut. mostly spooky)
Pairings: Geralt/Eskel, Geralt/Jaskier, Eskel/Jaskier Geralt/Eskel/Jaskier except its totally like. a Gen Fic tbh.
Act I - Above
“Dark and darker still,” Jaskier continues, growing faint, slower, listing right there into something outside of sleep. “I feel it, there, the cold, the close, how it grows, and - how it wants. It wants. It wants. What is that sound. That beating sound of wanting. Like - like- a mouth swallowing. Like a - a pulse.” His mouth opens and closes like a bird begging for water from the gods.
Act II - Below
Passing a hand along the wall as he makes his slow way, Eskel burns himself a memory beneath The House of White Stone. Fingering the grooves of travellers past, his tongue finds a foul melody, a humming song wearily hewn and sang henceforth in agony. In his croaking voice grown ever chapper and lips split with fervent licking, Eskel opens his mouth in the dark and deep and sings to nothing, no one, and none to keep. The words, ringing in his ear, no sooner disappear, than the hollow tunnels twist and veer.
More for Inktober, cause I love today's theme.
Also, an art for the event
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