butcher

i choose neither.

[wolher]

i’ve been so . JHBFHDBVDV inactive . im sorry

[sebastians-stan]

The Witcher | Character Introduction: Geralt of Rivia

[grantaere]

Geralt of Rivia in 01.07 (”Before A Fall”)

[wolher]

shrikeri‌

it took some time to find him, he had rode as far away from blaviken as he could running from his choice..— FROM HER. she wanted to be angry at him but in a way he had set her free , free from the ange and rage, free from her constant pain and sorrow. Though those thoughts still shadowed her mind she was not fueled by them anymore, When she woke up and took that first breath in she felt all she was before exhale out.  Her throat still pained , a constant reminder which didn’t help with the fact she was certain when seeing Geralt she’d most likely break his nose or worse. Yet as she found him , Well his horse first – roach who he had tied up , looked weary and horribly dirty. She took it upon herself to brush him down, She removed geralts bags and the saddle placing them gently on the ground and with a brushthe stable had she started gently groom his coat.  Treating him with more care then she did with most humans.. Except how she found herself caring for geralt.

he was in the tavern near by not sure what he was doing , maybe drinking or whoring his sorrows away she didn’t quite like the thought of that .. but geralt wasn’t hers and she certainly wasn’t his.. yet the night she had with him in the woods played in her mind as she softly wiped away what dirt she could from the coat of Roach.  it wasn’t long untill he came back .. He could not see her on the other side of roach but she heard him draw his sword; most likely thinking she was some thief.  

“I’m not taking him…–”

her voice hoarse whic made her dip her head in shame and grind her teeth, her throat felt like it would never heal .. she took a moment to calm herself, calm her thoughts. fuck you geralt…no do not fight him not here, you’ll fighten the horse.. the people..

yes she’d tell herself she can’t hurt him for whatever reason she could make up besides the fact that she was affraid if she did fight him.. all her reage would come back.. she would be SHRIKE again. She walked out from the side of roach and faced him , she couldn’t see much of his face in the dim moonlight , it was foggy and cold but the eyes they forced him to have - those golden orbs, she could see them plainly. she found herself in a state of shock almost struggling to find words..

          “ you should brush him more…. — build up of hair and dirt could give him infections.” she paused for a moment clearing her throat some not wanting to sound to raspy infront of him. “he could die from them.” he tone bitter making extra emphisis as she the word die.

@wolher​

BITTER  FEELINGS.    unbidden  and  overwhelming,  it  curls  tight  in  his  chest  ;  sitting  there  as  golden  eyes  take  in  the  sight  of  a  woman  he  hasn’t  seen  in  many,  many  years.  the  sword  that  rests  comfortingly  and  reassuringly  in  a  tight  grip  lowers,  still  on  guard  as  it  glints  in  the  moonlight.  the  furrow  of  his  eyebrows  are  a  telltale  sign  of  his  confusion  and  there’s  a  number  of  questions  that  want  to  roll  off  the  tip  of  his  tongue  yet  none  come  forth,  not  this  second.  roach  is  calm,  unmoving  and  the  silver  medallion  that  rests  upon  his  chest,  hanging  on  top  of  worn  leather  armor  mimics  the  same.  not  a  work  of  magic,  not  a  figment  of  his  imagination.  she’s  there,  in  the  flesh.  this  was  no  trick.  ❛  it  wasn’t  my  intention.  ❜  her  tone  does  little  to  soothe  whatever  is  bubbling  inside  him  and  it  influences  his  words  with  something  less  than  friendly.  his  gaze  shifts  to  roach,  in  less  than  perfect  condition  the  mare  is  usually  in.  strapped  for  coin  and  spending  more  time  in  the  woods  rather  than  in  the  arms  of  civilization  has  left  them  both  a  right mess.  it’s  a  fleeting  look  that  he  spares  before  his  attention  is  back  on  the  woman  who  haunted  his  earlier  years.

butcher  of  blaviken.  forced  to  make  a  decision  when  he  didn’t  want  to.  lesser  evil,  greater  evil.  what  a  joke.  the  affairs  of  men  were  troublesome  all  the  same  and  he  despises  it.  the  job  of  a  witcher  was  simpler  when  they  choose  only  to  get  involved  with  monsters.  monsters  were  predictable,  humans  less  so.  getting  involved,  taking  sides  on  what  was  moral  and  what  wasn’t,  in  the  end  it  was  useless.  a  mistake  on  his  part  to  ever  have  done  so  in  the  first  place.  he  knows  better  now,  so  the  sight  of  her  is  a  rather  unwelcome  one.  ❛  have  you  come  to  scold  me  or  is  there  another  reason  for  this  visit  ?  ❜  it’s  said  with  little  amusement,  gruff  voice  making  it  fall  like  acid  without  particularly  meaning  to.  lips  pull  into  a  frown,  narrows  eyes  holding  only  the  slightest  hint  of  apprehension  in  his  otherwise  stoic  face.

[wandaposting]

geralt of rivia appreciation 16/?

[wandaposting]

geralt of rivia appreciation 20/? ↪ “The alderman, tell me where he is and I’ll be on my way.”

[wolher]

sorry for the lack of activity but this week has been so busy for me 😔

[mistress-light]

Geralt of Rivia, Roach and Jaskier in The Witcher Netflix

[wolher]

bardstune‌

   ❝ I’m weak my love, and I am wanting. If this is the path I must trudge, I welcome my sentence, give to you my penance. Garrotter, jury and judge. ❞   The sound of the Lute echoed through the Inn, Jaskier moving around the place like he owned it. He’d been here about a weeks time, performing in the three inn’s that resigned in the fairly large town. He’d earned quite a bit of coin in the time here, enough for him to buy two new outfits and strings for his Lute not to mention pay for his room at the current inn. He’d have to move on soon, before they got sick of him, so Jaskier assumed tonight would be his last night here. 

   ❝ But the story is this she’ll destroy with her sweet kiss, her sweet kiss oh, oh. ❞   As he crossed toward one of the corners of the room he finally spotted the familiar figure brooding in the dark. A tankard of Ale in his hand, the swords resting by his side. If Jaskier peeked outside he’d no doubt spot that familiar horse at the watering bin and munching on hay. He tore his gaze away before he tripped and fell, continuing the rest of the song for the tavern folk that were actually listening to it. Once the Lute ended with it’s final cord he collected the coins he earned and pocketed them. 

   Bravely he made his way over to the corner, dropping himself down into the chair across from the Witcher. Leaning forward a bit he looked at the man, rolling a coin between his fingers. It was rare that Jaskier of all people was at a lost for words but even Jaskier could falter with someone after the last time they talked. It wasn’t in him to run away though, not from something like this and of course the bard worried for someone he spent ten years with. Geralt was a friend, even after everything. To the ends of his days Geralt would be his friend.

   ❝ You here for the rumors on the Vampire? ❞   He faulters and then turns genuinely curious.   ❝ Wait are Vampires real Geralt? Because I could write the most lovely ballad–yes I see it now. Her sweet fangs! Lovely pulsing neck, the rush of copper as it laces her tongue, sweet lips pressed against your pulse–to much? ❞

HIS  FORCED  CONTENTMENT  CREATED  AN  ILLUSION.    things  were  going  as  they  should,  as  it  have  been  for  a  long  time  before  everything.  though,  as  he  sits  there  listening  to  the  music  sung  by  the  bard  ──  his  friend,  as  some  would  say,  he  finds  himself  at  odds.  loneliness  that  plagues  his  days  and  nights  are  like  a  poison.  a  sickness  that,  no  matter  what  he  does,  will  not  leave  him.  he  hates  it  :  hates  how  he’s  grown  used  to  the  company  of  others,  used  to  the  commentary  provided  by  jaskier  on  long  days  to  fill  the  silence  that  now  became  too  suffocating.  here  geralt  was  seeking  the  comforting  familiarity  of  alcohol  for  just  a  moment  (  despite  how  it’s  a  sorry  excuse  for  beer  )  only  to  be  faced  with  him.  as  if  the  likelihood  of  their  paths  crossing  was  inescapable.  how  long  has  it  been  this  time  ?  weeks  ?  months  ?  time  simply  blurs  for  geralt  and  any  notion  of  it  is  lost  upon  him  as  he  chooses  to  busy  himself  with  contracts  rather  than  face  reality  ;  anything  to  spare  him  the  extra  coin  for  easier  travels  and  keep  him  distracted.  within  him  a  pang  of  an  emotion  resonates  with  such  clarity  that  it  stills  the  tankard  in  its  path  to  his  lips  when  the  man  before  him  speaks.

golden  eyes  tinted  amber  in  the  dimmed  light  of  the  establishment  finds  the  bard’s  gaze.  something  about  this  was  quite  reminiscent  of  their  first  encounter.  the  time  when  jaskier  was  far  more  naive  and  geralt  had  far  too  little  patience  and  desire  to  entertain  him.  in  the  pit  of  his  gut,  the  creeping  feeling  of  nostalgia  grips  him  with  vicious  talons.  a  grunt  that’s  more  along  the  lines  of  confirmation  sounds  out  first  before  he  takes  pause.  words  were  never  his  strong  point,  yet  there’s  a  pull  to  say  more,  to  say  anything  ──  perhaps  to  ease  the  distance  between  them.  the  distance  geralt  so  adamantly  wanted  between  them  in  the  first  place.  ❛  try  not  to  romanticize  them,  jaskier.  ❜  arguments  of  what  should  be  weaved  into  a  catchy  tune  and  what  shouldn’t  were  fruitless.  he’s  learned  that  by  now.  the  man  will  do  whatever  he  wishes  and  who’s  geralt  to  stop  him  ?  not  that  he  would,  anyway.  but  it’s  a  habit,  to  sit  and  bicker  about  his  lyrical  choices.  ❛  it  would  be  a  mistake.  ❜

[mistress-light]

Geralt of Rivia, The Witcher Netflix

[wolher]

@herbounty​​​​ : for all the endless worlds, for all the infinite possibilities, did i ever have a choice ? did you ?

prompt    .

DESTINY  WAS  A  FOOLISH  CONCEPT.    to  think  that  everything  you  do  was  already  predicted,  your  future  set  in  stone  and  there  was  very  little  ──  if  anything  at  all,  that  could  change  it.  thinking  like  that  sours  his  world  just  a  tad  bit  more.  was  it  fate  that  his  mother  would  abandon  him  ?  was  it  fate  that  forced  him  on  the  path  of  becoming  a  witcher  ?  robbed  of  his  choice  before  he  even  existed,  without  having  any  say  whatsoever.  talks  of  what  ifs  and  what  could  have  been  are  useless  then.  whatever  infinite  worlds  she  speaks  of  that  exist  beyond  their  knowledge  are  pointless  :  for  right  this  instance,  this  is  here  and  now.  and  there  was  no  changing  that.  mouth  curls  at  the  corners,  frown  marring  his  features  when  his  gaze  catches  hers.  ❛  not  everything  is  our  choice.  ❜  spoken  with  just  an  edge  of  doubt,  almost  not  believing  himself.  ❛  but  some,  as  insignificant  these  options  may  be,  we  get  to  control.  ❜  it’s  more  than  he  said  in  over  an  hour,  having  once  been  content  to  sit  in  silence  before  this.  ❛  i  choose  to  be  here,  right  now,  with  you.  ❜

[mistress-light]

Wiedźmin, Geralt z Rivii

[onionsandestiny]

So was anyone going to tell me that Geralt keeps Renfri’s brooch on the hilt of his sword as a reminder of Blaviken, or was I supposed to find out from an interview with Henry Cavill myself.

[bob-belcher]

The Witcher (2019 – )

[bunnieresources]

bioshock infinite: burial at sea ep. 2 sentence starters.

“ it wasn’t my fault. “

“ i didn’t do anything! “

“ leave me alone! can’t you just leave me alone? “

“ i’m sorry… i never should have left. i never should have left you there. “

“ just having a bit of a laugh, ____. “

“ down here, we’ve got nothing but time. “

“ i do believe one can change things, but after all the bother, one wishes they had not. “

“ we all have our crosses to bear. “

“ there is a thin line between a martyr and a fool. “

“ you decided to come here. you know what that meant. “

“ just because your father / mother did something one way doesn’t mean you have to. “

“ from here on, it’s only going to get worse. “

“ knowing isn’t the same as being ready. “

“ it all made sense, but now it’s just a jumble. “

“ ____, you’re – you’re bleeding. “

“ once i could see everything. every possible moment, and now… “

“ think nothing of it. this is the last favor you’ll get. “

“ i’ve seen all this happen before. i’ve seen it, everything that will happen. and now… now… i only see darkness. “

“ i must confess, i’m becoming a little bit skeptical. “

“ ____, you there? i miss you. you were the only one who ever… you were my only friend. “

“ i think… ____ would miss you. “

“ for all the endless worlds, for all the infinite possibilities, did i ever have a choice? did you? “

“ i’m not going to break any cycle. if i’m lucky, maybe i can dent it… just a little. “

“ i don’t claim to understand what you are. but you are special. “

“ they’ll underestimate you, ____. they always do. “

“ i sent myself here for a reason. didn’t i? “

“ your misguided sense of altruism sends you to your doom. it’s like watching isaac newton die in a house fire in a vain attempt to save his cat.“

“ you’re a regular hero, aren’t you? “

“ you have to decide. “

“ we both know what happens next. let’s just get it over with. “

[yocalio]

“Always getting into trouble.”

“I take after you.”

[wolher]

deathmsque‌

                              ‘   i   must   admit   that   i   never   expected   to   meet   a  witcher.  ‘   the   light   of   the   moon   reflects   in   your   eyes,   ENHANCING   the    already   existing   brightness.  your   stance   is   non-threatening,   an   air   of   nonchalance   surrounding   you   as  you   lean      against  a  tree,   heedless   of   the   FINE   materials   of   your   jacket,   with    your   hands     clasped   loosely   in   front   of   your   stomach.   however,   the   muscles   in   your   back   are   coiled   tight,   ready   to   POUNCE   if   the   need   should   arise.   ‘  so,   what   tipped   you   off?   i   am   usually  quite   adept   at   mingling   with   the   mortals.   ‘  

HE’S  ERRED  ON  THE  SIDE  OF  CAUTION.    subtle  changes  of  posture,  drawn  taut  ──  just  in  case.  a  witcher  who  fails  to  keep  their  guard  up  is  a  dead  one.  in  other  circumstances,  there’d  be  a  part  of  him  that  would  make  his  hand  itch  for  the  comfort  of  his  sword,  he  remains  unmoving  for  now  ;  mimicking  indifference.  ❛  let’s  call  it  years  of  experience.  ❜  very  much  near  the  truth  :  trained  to  tell  the  nuances  that  separate  the  supernatural  from  others.  there’s  a  question  burning  with  curiosity  that  crawls  forth  soon  after,  falling  from  his  lips  with  furrowed  eyebrows  and  a  narrowed  gaze  to  match.  ❛  taking  quite  a  risk  trying  to  mingle,  aren’t  you  ?  ❜  humans  tend  to  be  far  more  dangerous  than  some  of  the  creatures  geralt  has  come  across  in  his  many  travels.  all  it  takes  is  one  of  them  to  figure  out  that  there’s  something  ──  someone  different  amongst  them  before  frightened  and  hateful  whispers  turn  into  action.