summary: what if the witchers saw someone making their s/o uncomfortable at a bar?
warnings: unwanted flirting/attention, the witchers doing their thing (slight physical violence), written with afab!reader in mind, technically gender-neutral though :)
tagged: @majesticwren @obsessiveformiyatwins @levithestripper @cookielovesbook-akie @lu-in-the-library @sunndust @ghostcatwhiskers (hmu to be added/removed to any taglist)
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Geralt
Bros the standing guy emoji
Except that he’s so so menacing. He’ll just kind of cast a shadow over the person that’s making you uncomfortable
And you best expect that person to scurry back into their hole
“We’re leaving.”
Scolds the barkeep like a little kid
Definitely tries to reassure you by wildly making death threats about anyone who’s ever been slightly negative towards you
Eskel
Eskel makes it very clear that you’re with him, and being a Witcher, that’s usually enough
He puts an arm around your waist/shoulder, and challenges whoever is making you uncomfortable to continue talking
Usually, they leave pretty quickly
If they do not get the memo, best believe that Eskel will make them understand
Happy to use threats in order to protect you
Lambert
Lambert may not be as quick to notice as Geralt or Eskel, as he’s probably busy getting into a brawl
But as soon as he does, he abandons his current fight to start a new one with whoever is making you uncomfortable
He’s a witcher, not a diplomat, no words necessary
You best believe drunk creeps leave you alone for the rest of the night
(unless they have a deathwish)
Coen
Coen is quiet and patient, and so is his approach
When he notices something is wrong, he takes the creep by the shoulder and walks them away from you
Exchanges some friendly, pointed words (read: threats) that have the creep’s knees shaking for sure
They leave pale as a ghost, and you’ll never get a word out of Coen. You don’t need to hear all that
IN THE SPAN OF THE SAME FUCKING WEEK WE GET SUPERMAN BUT LOSE GERALT
HENRY SAID THAT HE'LL ONLY CONTINUE THEE ROLE IF THE SHOW STAYED TRUE TO THE BOOKS. NETFLIX IF TOU CAN'T EVEN STAY TRUE TO A FUCKING BOOK THEN CANCEL THE FUCKING SHOW
Jaskier chillin in kaer morhen singing with Geralt laughing and hanging his arms around him
Lambert: Is Geralt laughing how does the bard make him laugh
Yennefer: I don't know they have known each other for years almost 24 years I think
Coën: 24 years? Jeez how the hell did they meet and when did they meet?
Jaskier: You know you can just ask us, right? Yennefer doesn't have all the details
Lambert: Ok then how did you guys meet
Jaskier: Well Geralt was brooding in the corner of a tav-
Geralt: I was not brooding
Jaskier: Bull shit now let me finish, now. Geralt was brooding in the corner of a tavern when young and finish 18 year old me saw him and started to follow him and he never got rid of me
Geralt: Hell I had to save his life once remember that Yen?
Yennefer: Oh how could I forget about what you guys say is your biggest argument (in a moking tone) "how's my singing Geralt" "it's like ordering a pie and finding it has no filling" "you- you need a nap"
Yennefer helps Jaskier get reunited with his terrible cat at kaer morhen. Jaskier’s semi-feral cat only allows Jaskier to pet him but he will sit next to yennefer’s feet and does allow ciri to to play with him.
The witchers on the other hand live in terror of surprise ankle attacks
i really love that trope where geralt lends jaskier his clothes at kaer morhen without mentioning theyre his, and all the other wolves are endlessly amused and smug about it. geralt just scowls at them and their teasing and jaskier doesnt know what the big deal is or why they keep giving his shirt pointed looks- he thinks it looks great with the way hes styled it! over his years of traveling the path, hes thought up plenty of ways he can make the bland and dark clothing geralt wears look fashionable. he hasnt convinced geralt to let him style his clothes on him yet, but this shirt is close enough, almost exact, he thinks, so he’s testing out his ideas on himself now that he can.
geralt took his laundry to wash and he hasnt returned it just yet, which is a little annoying but the clothes hes given him to wear are fine for now. again, he has a lot of looks to try out. geralt probably managed to misplace it, or something. the keep is huge, after all.
what isnt fine, though, is the smug smirk lambert gives him every damn morning with no explanation. and geralts always so growly in the mornings, too! gods, youd think he’d be more at ease around his brothers, but its like hes always straight up snarling at lambert and glaring at eskel and coen. vesemir doesnt seem to get any of his ire, at least.
one day, while he’s lost exploring the expansive halls, a basket of bright, familiar fabrics catches jaskiers eye. when he pushes open the door fully, he’s a bit surprised to see all of the clothes he had handed to geralt to be washed- all in perfect condition, if a little dusty. he furrows his brow and deigns to ask geralt about it later- right now, all he wants to do is take his clothes back to his room and put on his favorite doublet.
and so he does! he looks fucking great,if he says so himself. and he does say so. after tousling his hair a bit to give it a charmingly disheveled look, he struts himself into the main hall, practically preening. hes hoping for some acknowledgement on his clothes, even if its just teasing from lambert.
but what he gets is silence throughout the hall. lambert is staring at him with an eyebrow raised. eskel is looking between him and geralt. coen knowingly snickers into his mug. geralt looks fucking devastated. vesemir is minding his own business.
jaskier opens his mouth to speak, but then lambert looks at geralt and bursts into howling laughter. geralt snarls at him and stands from his place at the table, brushing past jaskier as he stomps his way down the hall.
coen gives him a sympathetic look as he approaches the table they're seated at. lambert wipes away a fake tear of joy, giving jaskier a wolfish grin.
It's finally done!! My dnd party as ponies!!! I also gave them elements of adventure because I thought that'd be cute :) This was so much fun to do. Drawing pony versions of characters I like is so spiritually healing idk how to explain it. I'd love to do more of these! Might try to draw some npcs later.
Bonus notes about my thoughts behind mlp designs in general below the cut
Across all types of ponies, it's more common for men to have cloven hooves and for women to not. Cloven hooves are considered more masculine and smooth hooves are considered more feminine.
Earth ponies generally have more muted colors. Their coats are generally matte in appearance and commonly have piebald patterning. Their manes are often only one color. Earth ponies are generally stockier than pegasi and unicorns.
Pegasi have wings on their hooves. These hoof wings have the same coloration as their normal wings and chest feathers. Pegasi coats are often one color with a gradient around their feathers, but some are known to have patterns and coloration resembling birds, bugs, and other flying creatures. Their manes often have gradients or stripes of color. Pegasi are on average the smallest type of pony.
Unicorns are the tallest and most slender pony type. Their coats are often shiny or sparkly, and they often have gradients all across their body. Their mane is usually pretty simple by contrast. They have long, fleshy tails with hair at the bottom, unlike other types of ponies whose tails only consist of hair. They also usually have the long hair around their hooves and on their ears. Unicorn magic is always the same color as their eyes.
(Ok so I stopped watching mlp before Kirin got introduced so if this sounds insane that's why lol) Kirin have a lot of traits that are similar to unicorns: shiny coats, long, fleshy tails, and extra furry hooves. The hair around their hooves and on the tips of their ears have a stripe of color that is different from their usual mane color. Kirin don't have cutie marks, so to represent their callings and talents they are given special necklaces when they come of age. These necklaces are usually crafted by their parents or tribe leaders. Jewelry holds a lot of cultural significance to Kirin. Much like unicorns, kirin magic is the same color as their eyes. Kirin are by far the largest type of pony. I mainly added the tusks because it's an Ulgan thing but I like it so I'm making the executive decision that kirin have tusks. The blacked out eyes are all Ulagn though.
Ponies with parents of different races frequently pick up features from other races. For example: Boulderfly's parents are a pegasis and an earth pony, so his butterfly patterning manifests in a piebald pattern. Creeping Vine's parents are a unicorn and an earth pony so her colors are more muted and she has less hair on her ears and hooves than other unicorns. A pegasis with a unicorn parent could have a longer tail and glittery coat like a unicorn, or an earth pony with a kirin parent can have scales on their rump and face like a kirin.
In this universe, all types of ponies are capable of learning and practicing magic, they just need arcane focuses to help them generate and direct that magic similarly to how a unicorn or a kirin would use their horn.
It's cold. It's so fucking cold that Ciri thinks she may honestly ask the gods to take her to the next world, because nothing can be as cold as this. She's got two pairs of leggings on, two pairs of socks, one of Geralt's tunics, her pair of gloves that Eskel had found for her, and she's buried underneath several blankets. Yet, she's so cold. She's so fucking cold.
The door opens, she can hear the squeak of the hinges. Footsteps come towards her, she can tell by the gait that it's Geralt, he's trying to be quiet, but he knows she's awake.
"Ciri?" she peaks out of her cocoon of blankets, one eye blinking up at him. His lip twitches, and he reaches towards her. "Cone here, it's too cold for you to be here alone. Especially with the fire refusing to catch."
She realises that the fireplace and the torches are dead. How many times has somebody came in and tried to warm her, only for the wind to blow it out?
Her thoughts distract her enough that Geralts breath upon her cheeks startle her, but she doesn't jump when his arks finally pick her up, blanket cocoon and all.
She makes a questioning noise, but never says no to Geralt giving her a hug. She's carried like a baby out of her room, out of the wing, down two flights of stairs, down another corridor, a third set of stairs, before they end up at the kitchens.
She makes a confused noise. It can't be breakfast time yet, the keep is pitch black to her puny human eyes.
"Why're we here?" she asks, rubbing her tired eyes.
"It's too cold, even for us. Gotta rest." Geralt says. Ciri blinks at him.
All in all, the witchers are good when it comes to her sleeping. When her nights are plagued with the horrors of her past and future, and she wakes up screaming with wet cheeks, the witchers let her sleep in whenever her rest finally turns peaceful and dark. They allow her afternoon naps after training and chores are done, and send her to bed when she stumbles into the dining hall with dark circles under her eyes. Early nights and late starts aren't punished, and as long as training and chores are completed at some point in the day, the witchers don't particularly care when it happens. Hell, shes been wrapped up like a baby by Lambert of all people when they had determined she needed a sleep.
Which is why it shouldn't be surprising when he turns the last corner and finds five Witchers laying a couple feet away from the cracking fireplace underneath the stew pot. They've got blankets and pillows and furs, and look rather comfortable. Laying all over each other, looking rather like a puppy pile. Even Aiden joins in with the snuggling.
"Pups." Vesemir rumbles when he sees them both. Geralt puts her on the floor, kneeling down next to her.
"Come here, girl, get comfortable. Gonna be making camp here for a couple'a days." Coën clarifies when he sees her confused face. Ciri blinks, but nods. These things make sense, and she's seen all the men here hug, but admittedly, this is the first cuddle pile she's been privy to.
She turns upon her side, feeling Geralt curl behind her, trapping her in with his arms, wrapping her in another blanket. She hums, wrapping her hand over his, before Eskel pulls them both close, and she smiles, closing her eyes, feeling the warmth seep into her.