#Callonetta

[mogranet]

The Witcher 3 – Wild Hunt – Priscilla (Callonetta) & Dandelion (Julian Alfred Pankratz) Cosplay

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#Callonetta #Dandelion #Julian Alfred Pankratz #Priscilla #The Witcher 3 – Wild Hunt

[dreamofbecoming]

witcher fandom, i need advice

if i were, say, writing a netflix era post-canon fic in which i attributed a number of the amazing devil songs to jaskier, who would be a more appropriate madeleine- priscilla or essi? i’ve never read the books or played the games, so my only knowledge of either of them comes from fic, and i’ve seen people headcanon both of them as jaskier’s TAD counterpart, so i don’t feel like i have enough information to decide. thanks!

#witcher #the witcher #the witcher netflix #jaskier #dandelion #priscilla #callonetta #essi daven #the amazing devil #tad #joey batey #madeleine hyland #fanfiction #my writing #hopefully that’s enough fandom tags for someone to see this lmao

[fereldensheroes]

@stellanimarum, Callonetta and Jask!

Gods, what the hell? What the hell was the squid ship? What the hell was in his eye? What the hell were those tentacled people? What the hell? He was on the ground. That was important. It was from a crash, but he... was unharmed? He'd take it.

Jaskier had found what was, apparently, a druid grove. Druid groves he knew. He understood those. He did not, however, know or understand the horned refugees. Tieflings? His head was reeling, thus he was sitting, holding it as he processed.

#the sandpiper | tadpoled #the sandpiper | threads (stellanimarum: callonetta) #stellanimarum

[jenlizrose]

Callonetta / Priscilla

Dandelion's one true love. Other than himself of course...

#the witcher #wild hunt #callonetta cosplay #priscilla witcher #yennefer of vengerberg #geralt of rivia #triss merigold #cirilla of cintra #cosplay #witcher blood origin #jaskier #dandelion #bard

[stellanimarum]

A work in progress of my darling girl ❤️❤️

#Muse: callonetta #My art #Work in progress

[helluvatimes]

Ringed Teal

A male Ringed Teal looking happy in his pond. Photo credit: Jonathan Chua.

#photographers on tumblr #bird photography #bird pics #Callonetta leucophrys #canon eos rp #canon photography #duck photos #flora fauna #ringed teal photos #tamron 16-300mm

[antisocialsocialite]

i wrote another witcher fic... this time with Priscilla, and she’s not okay with playing second fiddle to Geralt

Why Do You Build Me Up, Buttercup?

"As long as you have the choice between him and someone, anyone, else, you’ll always pick him. Am I wrong?" "You choose me tonight, or you choose him. And that will be that. I won’t wait for you anymore. I can’t. You stay with me, or this is goodbye.”

#Witcher #witcher fanfiction #the witcher #Geralt #priscilla witcher #callonetta witcher #Jaskier #geraskier #ao3 #ao3 link #witcher ao3

[fangirlsfavoritebardboy]

I have this headcanon where bards call each other by their first names and only call each other their stage names when they're performing.

I know it's not canon. Priscilla calls him Dandelion instead of his real name. But I like the idea of everyone shouting praises about Jaskier's amazing tales of adventures or Callonetta's sweet songs that bring you to tears, but when they see each other it's just:

"Oh hey, Priscilla."

"Julian! I haven't seen you in ages."

Like to others, they're these almost mythical creatures, but to each other, they're simply regular people. They're not superstars. They're friends or rivals or lovers. They're everyday people.

#the witcher #jaskier the bard #callonetta the bard #julian alfred pankratz #priscilla #jaskier and priscilla #jaskier x priscilla #head canon #witcher headcanon

[rebelliousfamily]

tag dump

#fluent in five languages {robin buckley} #full of surprises isnt she {nancy wheeler} #the last rose of cintra {cirilla riannon} #four marks {yennefer of vengerberg} #the one and only callonetta {priscilla} #i'm awesome {ruby} #the little sister i never wanted {charlie bradbury} #dont want to be afraid of being alive {maggie rhee} #days of you and me {ellie williams} #hold onto hope {gwen stacy}

[northernolddragon]

Callonetta.

"As a poet and a romantic, I have immortalized in flowery verse the charms both corporeal and spiritual of many women. Yet when I open my mouth to sing the praises of Priscilla, I find - hard as this might be to conceive - that my throat constricts, words turn to meal in my mouth, and all elaborate turns of speech seem artificial and empty when compared to the natural beauty, talent, sensitivity and intellect nature has bestowed her."

#the witcher #the witcher 3 #tw3 #priscilla #my screenshots #my game screenshots #my gameplay #virtual photography #old dragon

[cultofthewyrm]

Priscilla, Callonetta by Deilson

#the witcher #priscilla #bard #fantasy art

[mogranet]

The Witcher 3 – Wild Hunt – Priscilla (Callonetta) Cosplay

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#Callonetta #Priscilla #The Witcher 3 – Wild Hunt

[fereldensheroes]

@stellanimarum asked:

“Our mistakes make us who we are.” Callonetta for Gale?

"That could be argued, but it should never be seen as a whole. Nor as a defining feature. Mistakes are lessons. They're to be learned from. Even if the mistake isn't yours, you can learn from others. From moral tales--- that's what fairy tales and cautionary ones are for!" The man leaned back a bit. His chest ached, deep within. "Sometimes, people can make quite massive mistakes... I know I certainly have. A walking cautionary tale."

#the archmage | main #the archmage | threads (stellanimarum: callonetta) #stellanimarum

[the-lonelybarricade]

Elain Week - Day 1

Just a lil 600 word drabble I whipped up for @elainarcheronweek. I think I might use it to tell a (short and fragmented) overarching story of an AU that's been in my head for a while. Here's part 1 based on the prompt: Powers.

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Elain swallowed down the cold night air. It was raw against her throat as her lungs struggled to take in more, to expel it faster while she pumped her arms in tandem with her legs. She wasn’t wearing the right shoes for racing down a cobblestone alleyway, and her ankles threatened to twist as she took a turn too sharply. She couldn’t afford to stumble now. She had to escape, had to—

“Callonetta?���

Elain whipped her head in the direction of the washroom door. A barmaid stood in the frame, one hand braced on the handle while the sound of music and idle chatter flooded behind her.

Water dripped from Elain’s face—an odd sight, she was certain. She released the pooled liquid still cupped in her hands, listening to the water splash against the porcelain. It was how she grounded herself back in the moment. The caress of air against her wet face, the cool porcelain against her fingers.  

Real. This was real. The alleyway, the chasing, the sore throat… she placed a wet hand against her neck, swallowing to ensure there was no pain. 

“Are you ready to sing?”

She glanced warily in the mirror, ensuring the eyes that stared back at her were brown and not the unfocused opalescence they had been only minutes prior.

“Of course,” she said, grabbing the lute she had laid across the counter.

The tavern was not particularly busy, but she spied enough of the more wealthy patrons that she was sure she’d earn enough tonight for a warm meal and a dry place to sleep. The conversation lulled as she made her way to the stage, earning her the attention of the patrons.

She sat back in her seat, pinned by their loose smiles as she casually tightened the strings, plucking each of them to ensure the sound was correct. When she was content with the tuning, and had taken enough time to let the errant patrons find their seats, she began playing the song that had come to her in sleep that morning.

The ballad was a continuation of one she had been singing a long time. The story of an exiled prince, traveling the world in search of the one thing that could reinstate his place by his father’s side: a way to win the decades-long war that had plagued their lands.

The Prince had just sailed across the sea. A three week journey across the most treacherous seas in this land. He endured sirens and famine and whirlpools to step foot on the docs of a small little port town. And it was here he would encounter the object of his desires.

Elain glanced up from her lute, pleased to see many wet eyes in the crowd. The liquor made them more likely to give her coin, but a tear almost always guaranteed it. She offered them pretty, polished smiles as they came up to toss her money into her hat.

She’d done well enough that she decided she’d earned a drink—it had been at least a couple weeks since she’d last had one. 

“Pretty song,” said a patron at the bar.

“Thank you,” Elain said, not looking as she slid a coin to the barkeep. 

“The lyrics are so…” The barkeep handed her a glass of amber liquid, and Elain pulled a long sip as she waited for the stranger to search for his word. “Personal,” he settled on. “Like I’ve lived it myself.”

At last she turned to him, poised smile already on her lips. It fell when she saw the scarlet hair. The long scar. The multicolored eyes.

He smirked. “I suppose I found the object of my desires.” He leaned forward, dropping his voice low. “Hello, seer.”

#Maybe if I get good feedback I'd flesh it out a lil and make it a proper multichap #Elain but what if she was a bard that turned her visions into ballads #think Priscilla/Essi from the witcher #I LOVE drabbles because I don't have to come up with titles (my mortal enemy of writing) #elucien #elucien fic #elainarcheronweek2022 #lucien x elain #elain x lucien #Elain Archeron #Lucien Vanserra

[stellanimarum]

Callonetta and Karlach are just too cute.

#muse: callonetta #keeks plays baldurs gate 3

[ferallyartistic]

Little Tawna falling in love whilst listening to Callonetta sing ~

#doodle #illustration #sketches #paper drawing #my art #halfling #rough drawing #messy lines