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valdomarx · 10 months

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Follow my lead

Istredd's eyes comb over the ballroom. Among the great and powerful mages of the continent, there is one figure who draws his attention more than the others.

Even in the ridiculous doublet which he clearly despises, Geralt cuts a striking figure. In the midst of the wealthy and powerful who are coiffed and primped and decked out in the finest fabrics and enchantments, his simplicity somehow catches the eye.

There’s a stillness to him, Istredd thinks. A surety and solidity that pulls people in, like the forces which set the stars above in their rotations.

The sharp staccato of the Melange dance begins, and Istredd takes his place opposite Geralt and Yennefer, acknowledging them with a nod. The opening bars of the dance are simple: a step, and then another, a turn, and a step. Geralt raises one arm, and Istredd mirrors the movement. They step toward and past each other, the back of their hands barely brushing, the brief contact leaving a thrill like an enchantment crawling up his arm.

Geralt turns. Istredd turns. They pace apart and the music crescendos, syncopated beats building. They swing to face each other once more, and Istredd is drawn toward him, eyes glued to Geralt’s gleam of silver and black, stepping first to one side, and then to the other.

They come closer, and closer, face to face now, and then the music stops. They pause for a moment’s silence, like a gulp of air, and the tiniest hint of a smile plays at Geralt’s mouth. Istredd looks down at his lips, and then back up, and there’s a heaviness in the air like rain about to break.

And then the music comes crashing back, and Istredd is swept away back into the throng of dancers, his heart hammering in his chest for no good reason. The musicians beat out the final bars of the Melange and Istredd ends up back where he started, staring across the crowd at Geralt.

Then there are speeches and the usual pandering, but Istredd’s mind is elsewhere. He nearly jumps out of his skin when he feels a presence behind him and a gravelly voice says, “Do something for me, Istredd.”

Geralt’s voice is rich and deep in his ear, and he wants to say, “Anything.” Instead, he turns to face him and gives a sharp, professional nod.

That hint of a smile is back as Geralt says, “Follow my lead.”

And then Geralt’s hand is cupping his jaw, and his other hand loops around Istredd’s waist to pull him in, and Geralt kisses him like there’s not a single other person in the room.

Istredd melts into him, and it’s really not a hardship to follow, with the way Geralt’s tongue is grazing at his lips and he’s nipping playfully at his mouth. Istredd puts his arms around Geralt’s hips, bringing their bodies into line, and he’s aware of the shocked murmurs of the crowd around them.

Let them fucking murmur. He feels Geralt smile against his mouth, and then Istredd finds himself dropped into a low dip, almost parallel with the floor. Geralt’s arms are strong and firm around him, and he doesn’t fight it. He lets himself be swooped into a scandalous horizontal line, Geralt’s mouth hot on his own, and the gasps from the crowd intensify.

Follow his lead, Geralt had said, so Istredd throws one leg around the back of Geralt’s thigh to really sell it, grinding their bodies together from face to foot. Geralt moans into his mouth, and the sound of Tissaia hissing about appropriate behavior for the occasion carries through the buzzing gossip of the crowd.

Geralt pulls back by just a fraction so that their eyes meet. The amber irises are sparkling with amusement as he says, “Do you think we have their attention?”

Yen stretches out on the silk sheets, decadent and sated. She runs a hand through the silver tangle of Geralt’s hair where it spreads over the pillows.

“You know, when I asked for a distraction earlier, you kissing Istredd wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.”

Geralt smiles one of the rare, slow, genuine smiles. She really likes those ones. “It worked out pretty well in the end, didn’t it?”

Yen looks down to where Istredd is fast asleep between the two of them. She lays a fond hand on his shoulder and lets out a laugh. “I guess it did.”

#geralt x istredd #geralt x istredd x yennefer #the witcher #my writing #is this a crack ship still? i think i might unironically ship it now #ah dear i played myself #the witcher spoilers

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geraltofriviagwynbleidd · 10 months

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Don't spit against the wind, Istredd. It's really bad idea.

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kassylin · 10 months

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Istredd had the most fulfilling night at Aretuza lol

He got to chat with his lovely Yen, to dance with Geralt, who also touched his tits, punch Geralt and the most important thing.

He has finally found the book XDDD

Lmao I just adore him so much. Why is he this cute?

#the witcher #the witcher spoilers #the witcher season 3 #istredd #geralt x istredd #lmao #lol

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dadralt · 2 years

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for my beloved @cee-hawk <3

#thewitcheredit #incorrect #geralt x istredd #**gifs #this scene is hell to color lmaooo #the things i do for my friends 😌#the witcher netflix

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kuwdora · 1 year

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Istredd recs

Here are some Witcher recs of Istredd with Geralt and a few stories with Yen 'cause I love Istredd a whole lot!

Geralt/Istredd

Alright, let me tell you about @brighteyedjill 's series Collaborative Scholarship, because this is 100000% my jam.

Research Methods (5,302w. Explicit) features Istredd enlisting Geralt to retrieve some arachas eggs. Of course Istredd discovers Geralt’s unorthodox method of collecting the eggs via oviposition. What you need to know about this fic is that Geralt and Istredd are complete and utter NERDS. And adorable. The story is also incredibly sweet and endearing and god, the banter is so good.

Advanced Study (5,589w. Explicit) is where Istredd gets fisted by Geralt and it’s so fucking cute and dorky and nerdy and hot. The Istredd POV is just absolutely exquisite the entire way through. Denial, cute horny thirst, nerdy. Geralt is dry and funny, but also nerdy and sweet. This fic really does have everything for these two.

The Scholar in the Ruins by @bittylildragon. (9,944w. Explicit). Istredd enlists Geralt’s help with some wraiths at some elven ruins. THIS IS SO SOFT. Like!!! Geralt has such low self-esteem but he ends up having such a good fucking time with Istredd. They're so soft. I adore the way Geralt tries to understand Istredd’s motivations about the elves and how Istredd manages to surprise and disarm Geralt with his sincerity and charm. This fic is a joy to read. (Also it is incredibly hot!!)

The Giant Bumblebee (1661w. Teen) by C_hawk. Istredd saves Geralt from bleeding out and Geralt returns the favor by helping Istredd look for a monster of interest. This is a cute, banter-y fic that sends me in a happy tizzy because their dynamic is hilarious and lovely. I'm smitten with how Istredd doesn't really know what to do with Geralt.

The Thing You Loved (1057w. Teen) by @brighteyedjill. Istredd gets kidnapped! ISTREDD WHUMP. ISTREDD WHUUUUUUMP and Geralt. I adore thiiis fic, I ADORE THIS. This is more Istredd whump than just slash but it just sets off happy firecrackers in my brain because their dynamic!! Is so good!!

points of the same star (468w. Mature) by and_a_dash_of_Angst. This is a great smutty ficlet with some bondage and d/s vibes. The twist at the end is AMAZING!!

If You Go on Like This (4582w. Teen) by @brighteyedjill. Geralt rescues Istredd and they learn a little about each other along the way. I. ADORE. THIS. God… I could just eat up this pairing all day long forever. Jill manages to build up their dynamic so subtly, slowly, delightfully and I am in LOVE. This is more of a Geralt & Istredd situation instead of the slash but ooooh, so delicious.

as flies do by flirtygaybrit (7020w. Teen). Geralt shows up to the conclave of mages on Thanedd and finds an potential ally in Istredd. The ongoing metaphor in this is superb, and Geralt’s humor is just absolutely spectacularly hilarious and dry and witty. ALSO. Omg! Istredd’s first line in this fic: “I can’t say I’d be any richer for being accused of ogling a witcher’s backside.” It only gets better from there. Their dynamic!! is top fucking incredible! If you love delicious imagery and prose, please check out this fic. It’s mindblowingly good.

Yennefer/Istredd

One Last Thing, Before I Go (3283w. Mature) by @arse-blathanna. Alright, so this is a sad Istredd and Yen get back together and breakup again, so it’s painful and ache-y in the most exquisite way. I love this Yen POV and it’s so difficult to let go of that first love. They don’t really fit together in the same way anymore, but they’re trying...even though it’s not enough. So if you’re in the mood for some angst, this is a fic you want punching you in the heart. 😭❤️

A Little Chaos (1223w. Mature) by @brighteyedjill. Istredd and Yennefer. Whumpily sweet sex pollen that is so lovely and emotionally satisfying.

Come Back For You (2:52) by me, @kuwdoravids. This is my Yen/Istredd, Istredd/Geralt, Istredd/History fanvid. Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I say I would be the one to make you feel this way. The love and pain of caring for another person (and about history!). Moving through the shit to be there because that's just what you have to do. Even though people aren't really listening to you. Come for Istredd's gorgeous face, stay for the vibes and feelings!

#istredd #geralt x istredd #istredd x yennefer #the witcher #the witcher netflix #twn #geralt #geralt of rivia #yennefer #yennefer of venegerberg #witcher recs #my witcher vids

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animangalover-writes · 1 year

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4 times Jaskier shows his love through gifts, and 4 times love was shown to him in return

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winters-mistress · 1 month

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The Dimmed Light

(Cross posted and continued on A03)

Yennefer hears the crack of her bones before she feels the pain. Her back, the very thing that proves to her her strength anf resilience and her sacrifice for her power, it bends like an acordian and snaps like a twig. Weak and brittle, no resistance at all against the mage's staff. Yennefer falls to the ground, her body suddenly boneless and doll-like. She is struck with such force that the top flies off in a thousand shards and a thousand pieces, crumbling like charred coal after a vicious fire.

And then the pain hits.

She screams. Screams louder than she ever had before in her life. Louder than her initiation, louder than she had in that fucking forest, louder than when her witcher had taken her to ecstacy. Her vocal chords ache with the strain, yet she cannot stop. The fire burning inside her back rivals the heat taken over her on that rock top in sodden. The fire doesn't stop, rages on and on and on, and her body shakes with it. She cannot breathe, she begs for death, but death does not come.

Bang!

She jumps with the sound, it startles her so much that she doesn't even notice how Geralt and Tissaia and Istredd and Triss have thrown themselves over her. In defence, trying to soothe, trying to heal. It does not matter, it cannot matter, because of they all are here with her, that means they've left the very thing that they should be protecting in the fill eyesight of the worst minister in the contininent.

She looks up, trying to see Cirilla, who was now all alone against Vilgefortz. But she cannot. Istredd is in the way, she cannot see past him or Triss' large curls. Their eyes are wide, concerned. Geralt holding her hands, while the mages running their own over her back, trying to heal the wound, take the pain away, sew the bones back together. But alas, there is no relief.

Istredd finally moves, and she finally gets a glimpse at Ciri. The girl is determined and single-minded. She inhales rapidly, doing naut but blocking Vilgefortz's relentless attacks. It's all she can do, his attacks are too quick, he wants to disarm her and disable her, she doesn't have a spare moment to attack him back, she needs to be patient, wait for him to leave an opening. Each time Vilgefortz attacks, he yells his spells, and the magic comes roaring out. Ciri's shields are strong and steadfast, and even they make the noise of a tree falling each time they hold strong against the magic.

Yennefer sobs through the pain, she cannot move, cannot think of anything except the girl and the pain. It's all she can do, she is as defenceless as she's always been. It's exhausting, and it's excruciating to see the girl in such danger, and she hates that Geralt is here with her instead of with the one thing that's the most important to both of them.

"Ciri!" Yennefer sobs, managing to dig her nails into Geralt's calloused palm. "Help her!"

Geralt shakes his head. "You are what's important now!" He yells above the deep thrum of chaos in the air, the roaring magic and the yelled insults and spells.

Yennefer slaps him. "And you call yourself a father! Pathetic! She's going to fucking die!" Yennefer screams, finally being given an orifice to strike with her anger and her fear.

Istredd looks over his shoulder as Tissaia's portal appears on the wall.

"We need to get you out of here!" Triss yells. She gets struck too.

"Pathetic sheep! Help Ciri!" she screams.

They look over as Vilgefortz yells, and finally Ciri had landed a strike. Her strike is different than his. Vilgefortz needs to speak his spells into existence, but a large stream of golden light comes roaring out of thr girls' hands each and every time she wills it. The sound is deafening, and finally, the mage going flying, staff and all.

Geralt's heart thumps hard in his chest as he takes in the girl for the moment he allows his attention to fall from Yennefer. She's covered in sweat, her hair is wild and knotted and there's blood streaming from her nose. But her eyes are a hazy dark jade, later focused on her opponent that had attacked them out of nowhere.

Geralt's chest is bruising, his medallion is vibrating that much. He wants to pull it off, it's nothing but a hindrance when surrounded by mages. But he cannot, instead he holds tight to Yennefer's wrists as the mages chant. He cannot help Ciri, she's holding her own for the most part, and Yennefer is the one that's hurt. His sword cannot stand against their magic.

All four mages are powerful, but the two over there? They're on a complete different level.

Vilgefortz attacks with fury, but now Ciri anticipates it. It was different before, he had appeared out of nowhere in the mountainous fields and thrown himself at she and Yennefer, they hadn't had time to prepare. He had struck Yen in the back and took Geralt out with a large gust of wind, leaving only her left. His true target, after all.

Now, with her rage channeling her magic, Cirilla is laser focused on this man. Her enemy, her opponent who tries to blast her into oblivion or rip her apart. She will not let him harm her, it will not happen. How dare he do this, how dare he come and harm them all.

Her eyes darken, and she growls, flicking her wrist so another blast flies towards the evil bastard. He barely blocks it this time. Never before had she felt her magic like this, not with the portals, not with the visions or thr explosions, her body is now a conductor for her power, and she will not rest until he's dead. It doesn't hurt, it doesn't exhaust her, it feels good to bat this mage around like a rag doll, to strike out and feel her magic find it's marker, to finally let out the darkness that's always been within her.

This man is like all the others, all those who wish to harm her, who wish to kill her or force a marriage and a son. This man is like all the others who will not let her have an ounce of peace, an ounce of happiness or calm in a world full of hatred and contention. Cirilla can't have peace? Fine, let there be war.

She lands a good hit on him, and a grin plasters itself on her face. She's sure she must look demonic, with blood streaming down her nose and past her lips and chin, but it's apt for the circumstance. One should look like a demon when facing one.

The two give and take ground, striking and defending, Ciri's hands are shaking with their growing power. The more she shakes, the more she breathes, the more fire she throws at the man, the deeper the power she can feel. Its luxurious, coursing through her, pumping with her heartbeat, the more glorious fire that can bring thr world and this prick to heel should she wish it.

And in this moment, Cirilla does wish it.

She manages to block two of Vilgefortz's shots and twists her wrists. He screams, and Ciri's left hand raises, fingers clawing and palm cupped. Her hold upon him is strong, and she raises her arm, the bastard levitates as she wills him to, screaming and clawing at his throat.

Ciri's eyes are large and a bright, shimmering emerald, and she breathes hars with the exuberance. She's got him, she's finally got him. He, the great and powerful sorcerer, went to to toe with the rightful Queen of Cintra and he lost. He's finally lost. She's so lost in her reviere that the sounds of his cries and the roar of her power that she forgets they're alone.

"No! Stop!" the voice startles her. A spell that transforms into a blue orb crashes into her raised arm, and it hits her with such force she drops the spell and goes stumbling.

Tissaia. Damn it.

"No! Stop this, now!" the mage yells at them both. Ciri looks over at him, and he staggers to his feet, heaving.

Ciri growls, feeling that fire build in her palm again, but the woman speaks again.

"No, enough, the both of you! We can't be divided like this! Vilgefortz, I care for you, I've given you my body, you cannot be going down this path!"

The man does nothing but strike at her with his magic, and she flies backwards. Ciri isn't shocked, and she lets his moment of watching Tissaia's body sag into the dirt be all the time she needs to throw the largest blast she can muster at this time at him.

Alas, he's just as quick as she. He throws his own ball of power, and the world explodes around them.

A blast as bright as the sun, and some say just as big as it, blinds all who have to misfortune of being in this grassy cliffside. It deafened them briefly, the sound too loud for even Geralt to hear, all any of the humans laying in this alcove is the high pitched beep in their ears as they recover from the blast.

Istredd is the first to get up from their huddle, Tissaia's portal long since closed. He rushes towards the three of them, touching the oldest mage's forehead as she gasps from her betrayal, slowly stalking towards the only other male mage here.

He inhales slowly with disgust as he takes in Vilgefortz's broken body. Its somehow a complete and entirely not surprise to see his body laying there, chest still, skin already paling, ehes closed. Nobody could have survived a blast such as that. And the child of elder blood hardly has unbloodied hands anyway. From what the witcher and Yennefer say, nobody can stand against her.

But as he edges towards the girl, he is completely surprised to see her writhing around in pain, her face covered by bloody hands. It drips all around her, coating her golden hair, turning it a dark red. He inhales slowly, seeing the faenwedd buds already surrounding her. But Yennefer will have his balls if he focuses on that.

Ciri screams her agony, crying out and rolling and writhing. Her legs kick with such force Istredd is nervous to get any closer to the girl. He tries to make his steps make as much sound as possible so not to spook the injured girl, looking back to see Geralt carrying Yennefer in his arms, Triss helping Tissaia to her feet.

He touches Ciri's arm, and the girl immediately balls up magic he's never seen before, a flame of gold in her palm. He ducks the girl's attack, jumping back si she cannot kick him.

He hears Yennefer ordering Geralt to put her down, to tend to Ciri, but she is ignored. Of course Tissaia would not go near the girl who killed her lover, Triss is terrified of her, and Yennefer is injured. And Geralt is simply her puppet, as both men always have been.

"Girl, it's me!" Istredd kneels before her, taking an ankle. It occurs to him she doesn't actually know him, although he knows a hell of a lot about her. "It's me, you're safe. He's dead, I will not hurt you."

Besides, nobody is capable of that.

But it seems he's wrong as he wrenches Ciri'shands from her face, it's completely covered in steadily pumping blood. He cannot see a wound, ignores the girls' weak hits as he inspects her head for a wound, before her face.

He can't see anything for sure, but he's convinced it's somewhere around her eyes.

The girl continues to cry and sob and shriek, far from the warrioress she had been moments ago.

He manages to get her to open her eye -that means wrenching it open by himself with his thumb and pointer finger- and inhales sharply.

"Fuck, we need a healer! Now!" He arranges the girls thrashing limbs into his arms, ignoring the researcher within him as he notices her blood is all over his hands and shirt.

He frowns when he realises that the white haired protector hasn't moved a step to the girl who Yennefer claimed he protected like a hulking beast. Yet here he stays, many feet away with the mage in his arms. Who swiftly punches him in the chin because of it.

"A portal!" He pants with the strain of restraining the girl and keeping her in his arms. "Now! Shes-she's-"

"What?" Triss whispers.

"Bring the body with us. He's blinded her."

#the witcher netflix #witcher #the witcher #geralt of rivia #cirilla of cintra #yennefer of vengerberg #triss merigold #istredd #tissaia de vries #vilgefortz of roggeveen #yennefer x geralt #geralt and ciri #witcherfanfiction #fanfiction

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artservi · 1 year

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How do I get on The Witcher Tumblr. I need horny Geralt art. And not horny Geralt art. I need someone smarter than me to explain what they think is going on. I need to see what everyone thinks these little guys look like. Someone tell me what is being lost in translation. Which one of you has Witcher special interest autism. Who is going to Witcher info dump upon me

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thewritersaddictions · 2 years

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The Witcher Master List

The Bard

Jaskier

The Hero

Geralt of Rivia

Ciri

Yennefer

@firefly-graphics for dividers

Geralt Of Rivia

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kuwdoravids · 1 year

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Year End Vid Review: 2022

Year-end round-up/meme: 2007 | 2008 | 2009 | 2010 | 2011 | 2012 | 2013 | 2014 | 2015 | 2016 | 2017 | 2018 | 2019 | 2020 | 2021 | 2022

March Memory Leak (tumblr) (The Matrix Resurrections, Neo, Neo/Trinity)

June Come Back For You (tumblr) (The Witcher, Istredd) Wild Green Yonder (tumblr) (Shrek/Witcher, Shrek/Fiona/Donkey, Geralt/Yen/Jaskier)

August Control (tumblr) (The Witcher, Ciri)

November Brother (tumblr) (The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt. Geralt, Eskel, Lambert, Vesemir)

Read the meme questions beneath the cut!

Random process notes:

I actually made 4 vids this year. "Brother" I made in 2021 and just didn’t post until 2022. But I gotta have Brother show up somewhere in one of my vid review lists so here it is.

4 vids in one year is the fewest vid I made since 2022 and 2018 but that’s mostly because I’ve had like, four mental breakdowns and have been hyper fixating on writing Witcher fic so I did not finish as many vids as I usually do. I didn’t even start that many new vids either.

Overall thoughts:

All of the vids except one are Witcher related. The non-witcher vid is Matrix Resurrections which was more of a soul statement vid that I got to make about the themes of the movie and mental illness.

My Witcher hyperfixation remains strong. I’m very pleased with all the vids I finished and started this year. They’re all quite different, musically and different characters, too. It was a good vidding year even if I didn’t finish a few other projects before December closed out.

Favorite Vid:

Come Back For You. I fucking adore Istredd and Royce Pierreson’s face is so lovely. This vid is all about the vibes for me, but I really enjoyed playing with the visual cues in this—Istredd sitting/transitioned into the monolith, the shadow puppets/Yen and Istredd, so on and so forth. It was a delight to cram all my Yen/Istredd and Geralt/Istredd feelings in here while also managing to touch upon the scholarly aspect of his character since we got a few great scenes with him in season 2.

Hardest to make:

Memory Leak. I had the bulk of this made in about a week in January but I got stalled out in the last 25% of the vid because I couldn’t figure out the flow. But I took some time away from the vid and was able to come back with fresh eyes and manage to finish it in time for VidUKon.

Most successful:

Memory Leak. I was able to accomplish everything I wanted to do with this vid- touch upon the visual narrative of the past/present/reality, showcase Neo’s yearning for love and surviving through the psychological torture he’s been under for decades. And I was able to do that with a very specific song choice—Albert Salt’s cover of Blink182’s “Adam Song” remains one of my most favorite covers I’ve worked with. It does wonders for this vid. I’m so proud of it. And I had a blast watching folks lose their minds while watching the vid at the convention, too! So much joy.

My best vid:

Wild Green Yonder. Aka the Shrek/Witcher crossover that people have gif’ed but I watched all 4 Shrek films and was delighted to discover even more parallels. Everything about this vid is everything I wanted—the joy, the squee, the parallels. The surprises. It really is my best this year.

Most fun vid:

Wild Green Yonder. Not only is using Joey Batey’s music from The Amazing Devil great but the very specific fantasy tropes that happen in both Shrek and Witcher is just so goddamn fun to play with. Especially when it came to Geralt fishing the djinn out of the water for his wish and Shrek trying to also get his wish for everything to go back to normal. I adored playing with the internal motion and eyeline of the characters so that it appeared Shrek was looking at Jaskier and Fiona was smiling at Geralt in bed.

I just wanted to escalate my squee because I really enjoy this trio dynamic a lot and it is my happy place. And I am sure that anyone who watches this can feel the fun!

Also it’s my hope that everyone who watches comes away shipping Fiona/Donkey because the Yen/Jaskier parallels were SO FUN.

Things I learned in 2022:

The more that I write, the less that I spend time vidding. Simple as that. I had a few other vids I wanted to finish in 2022 but my brain meltdowns and anxiety made it hard to follow through.

That being said, I also learned that it is a lot of fun to keep chasing my Witcher joy.

In 2023:

I want to finish my Moonhaven vid and probably start my season 2 Witcher vid and probably a Witcher Blood Origin thing that all of 13 people will watch but it’s what I want to make so that’s how it’ll be. I have a few ideas here and there that I might tackle but it really is a matter of how much anxiety brain I can stifle to focus long enough for clipping again.

I also keep meaning to archive the rest of my catalog on AO3 and Tumblr, so that’s something I am going to attempt to do over the coming year. Over 200 vids to go…

#the witcher netflix #the witcher wild hunt #the matrix #geralt #jaskier #yennefer #geraskefer #ciri #cirilla of cintra #istredd/yennefer #geralt x istredd #neo/trinity #shrek/donkey #shrek #fanvids #vid meme #do it for the process #vidder introspection

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