#snarkomancy

Legit it happens because everyone has their own agenda and is trying to use and manipulate him and no one is telling him the full story and it HURTS esp like, people like Dandelion or Zoltan bro they're supposed to be his FRIENDS

like when it comes to the sorceresses not telling geralt a single thing it makes SENSE because in the books they’ve always manipulated and messed geralt around for their own gains and goals which 9 times out of 10 is keeping him apart from yen and ciri.  not telling him about ciri is simple because once they find her they can use her without geralt getting in the way just as long as geralt doesn’t remember her or anything else.   same with yen if she doesn’t really know anything about ciri either.

what gets me and upsets me  FOR  geralt is the whole fact that dandelion and zoltan don’t tell him anything    -------   even though zoltan using geralt to help the scoia'tael  (    even though he says fifty million times he’s Not scoia'tael   )   makes sense.   dandelion is the only one where its like    ????    dude didn’t have much say in jack shit because he never really pushed him one way or another   /   was in the story much.

            IF YOU ARE NOT WITH THE LODGE, YOU ARE AGAINST THE LODGE.

so many original and canon characters! not that i’d necessarily be any good at writing them... at the moment these five come to mind:

the witcher triss merigold

good omens crowley

penny dreadful vanessa ives

penny dredful victor frankenstein

master and margarita woland

      For the sea to be so still tonight was a rarity in itself. There was almost always something going on, whether that would be cry of gulls overhead or the lap of its waters against the wood of the ship. Once upon a time it would have been the rattle of canon fire and the yelling of men as their swords clashed, but since the doppler had led the crew in far less dangerous business that didn’t involve fighting and scrimping for what they could, there had been a lot less fighting. It was a relief, really, considering the waters they sailed and the treachery that lurked in the darkness between them. Discomfort settles in the sailor’s guts like a stone, heavy and tight like the weight of it would threaten to tear right through. 

      It’s difficult to see through the fog, and if she looked close enough she could see the shadows of rocks poking through the white of it, like grinning ghosts in a child’s nightmare. Anne had learned long ago that it was best to trust her gut, and everything in her screams not to look behind them to see what’s frightened the world so. With compass in hand and a short think, she realises that a storm they had brave but a few hours earlier had thrown them off course - something had messed with the little needle, and it’s true north had sent them right into the sea of ghosts. Shit.