‘Tis the Month of Love! …as capitalism will probably inform us every day until the 14th and I am not a fan. Instead I thought I’d spread the rare pair love this month and had my lovely patrons vote in January to gauge what they’d like to see.
This month there will be: SFW OC by @angry-cajun-lady (witcher) and original illustration work for Mottokrosh.com NSFW will cover witcher and Critical Role rare pairs
Geralt was born a seal-brown, with the trials triggering a natural-ish greying process. This pic is some time beforehe meets Jaskier as he’s still got some baby brown and black.
I like coffeeshop au but I don’t like how they always seem to be about cute fluffy love. I want it to be about coffee shop itself.
I don’t actually want to write a plot or anything but let’s have a Witcher coffeeshop au where everyone else in the story is their modern, real world equivalent except for Geralt, who is the owner/only barista and the more they find out about him the more baffling his entire life becomes.
Because it’s Geralt the cafe is just called “Coffee.” He has one kind of coffee on the menu, two kinds of teas, lots of milk options but you have to add them yourself and they’re still in the original cartons. There’s buns and sweet buns. Don’t overthink it.
Nobody can guess which car in the small lot is his until one day someone hangs around until closing and sees Geralt ride off on a fucking horse he had parked behind the cafe.
The first really hot day of the year Geralt wears a shirt that reveals his giant arms and someone cracks a joke like “Did you get those guns pulling espresso?” He grunts and says nah, longsword. And goes back to wiping the table without further explanation.
Some asshole starts making a scene and is not smart enough to be intimidated by Geralt’s giant arms, but right as things look like they’re about to get violent Geralt flicks his fingers in a small deliberate pattern and says firmly, “Leave.” The guy shuts up and leaves without a word.
A skinny teenager comes in and geralt smiles for the first time that anyone has ever seen. She gives him a peck on the cheek and he wraps her in a huge bear hug. She steals all the sweet buns and leaves. Someone asks who she is, he lovingly watches the door and says it’s his daughter. Everyone is confused because she clearly does not have any blood relation to him, but hey, adoption is a thing.
Someone is reading Tolkien with a picture of a dragon on the cover. Geralt glances at the illustration, grunts the word “Inaccurate” and keeps mopping.
One of the regulars gets up the nerve to ask why he owns the cafe if he clearly hates people and does not really care about coffee. He shrugs and says it beats ghoul rash. When the regular says they’ve never heard of ghoul rash, Geralt leans in close and hisses “You’re welcome.”
That kid with the guitar occasionally comes in and bounces a quarter off his ass. There is a sign with his picture on the bulletin board reading “BANNED” and lists a number of offences, most of which boil down to Geralt is annoyed at the kids face. The kid is in here every other week.
I love how many Witcher books/games fans response to the Netflix’s series is: “I will give them a chance…” or “It’s not that bad…” and most of them end with “BUT IF THEY FUCK UP REGIS, I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL……”
“The world beyond the walls is overwhelming, Master,” he said. “I’ve traveled quite a bit. I know what I’m talking about. I found friends on the trail, but then I lost them. Almost everyone. I don’t know if you have anything to envy.”
“ The Witcher School of the Cat did not have one specific home. Over the years, there were numerous hiding places in which witchers subjected their adepts to mutations. They created numerous camps where they trained together. Nevertheless, the founder of the Cats was indeed “created” in Stygga Castle, and thus—it was their first home. Not for long, however. In rebellion against those who created them, young Gezras led other witchers to escape the castle. Needless to say, they had to earn their freedom by force. After the painful experiments they were subjected to, many were more than eager to bleed the mages that had wronged them. Later, the Cats grew stronger, bolstering their ranks with badly mutated witchers who had been rejected by other schools. The outcasts gathered together to raise the next generations through corrupt experimental methods. Over time, their warped mutations and aggressive disposition earned them the disdain of other schools. “
