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marraiwa · 1 year
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the result of the last weeks' work
the first yennefer triss and philippa's outfits are redraws of my old college projects, they were more based on historical costume, so maybe they looks a bit weird. the third ciri's outfit was also for college, but i still like it. the rest are more or less interpretations of costumes from games
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zoeysdamn · 7 months
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The Witcher tarot is officially done!
Have a little collage of the Lodge of Sorceresses as celebration !
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minne-cerbinna · 10 months
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Every lady must have her attendants.
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fangirleaconmigo · 1 year
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Ten tickets for the Barbie movie please.
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(Has this been done yet? Because these girls would be first in line)
Screenshot credit: Outspokenbeef15 on Reddit.
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veralevina15 · 1 year
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Let’s look at the “Art vs artist”
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cycian · 2 years
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Sorceresses as levels of mental illness and general unhinged-ness.
15-Vanielle Of Brugge **Sodden Hill fertiliser** : a rather well adjusted person. Unless Stregobor is in the room, she's perfectly fine.
14-Coral **SKEEEELLLIIIGEEEE**: anyone who sleeps with Geralt loses one point in mental stability and in olfactive awareness.
13-Nina Vivero **Underrated Rita-sitter**: homegirl lost mental stability after being around Rita, who absorbs mental health as fast as alcohol.
12-Book Francesca **Emergency Plan B**: stopped giving a shit last century ago. The lodge is quickly making her unhinged.
11- Tissaia De Vries. **World's Number** **Mommy Issue Provider :**Very well adjusted until Yennefer happened. Also, after spending decades with Rita and raising Conspiratory Owl Girlboss, she lost points.
10-Ida Emean Aep Sivney **Elven Stoner** : she knows too much. Has seen too much. Lost mental stability upon hearing
Sabrina for the first time.
9-Yennefer Of Vengerberg **Die, Cry, Hate mom**: gives zero shits, constantly running from problems she caused, only to cause more. Needs therapy.
8-Sheala De Tancarville **The** **Koviri Boner**: poor introvert forced into constant social situations with extroverted, nymphomaniac sorceresses with one braincell and death wishes. Needs a xanax and vodka.
7-Speaking of, KEIRA METZ, **the OG MATERIAL GWOOORL**: constantly complaining, unhinged little gremlin with a knuckle duster and endless lust. Queen shit. Turns into an angry mess whenever bed bugs are in the vicinity which is fair and understandable.
6-Assire Var Anahid **Milfgardian Pussy Lover**: girl you are GAY. She needs to come to terms with that.sapphic mess.
5-Fringilla Vigo **Nilfgardian Clown**: ma'am you are also very bi and very much into every member of the lodge. Lost so much mental stability points after clowning for Geralt. Seriously, called out another woman's name during sex, and you're still simping? Get a grip.
4-Triss Merigold, **Crème Brûlée** : a disaster on all fronts. Chronic gaslighter, thinks with her vagina and needs to get ahold of herself. Has clowned for Geralt of Rivia, most of the lodge and most notable the world's most sociopathic owl.
3-Margarita Laux-Antille **Alcoholic Bisexual Disaster**: there is something deeply wrong with her. Love her for it. Simps for men, has the smarts to know it but cannot help herself. Needs ten new livers and so much therapy.
2-Sabrina Glevissig **Kaedweni Kebab**: local homophobic racist is in fact a gay mess and very much into elves. Needs to get her head out of her arse, go to therapy and might need to be restrained. Her willingness to commit acts of unspeakable violence with Keira Metz automatically puts her on the naughty and most wanted lists.
1-Philippa Eilhart LESBOMANCYY: all hail the queen of mommy issues. Needs therapy and imprisonment. Is a threat to the continent, gaslights and Girlbosses every day of her life. Throws up pussy-scented pellets on her foes-- keep slaying but also please confront your issues.
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Every single damn Lodge Meeting....
Relationship status: Rollercoaster
Got a lil bit of inspiration after reading the last chapter of 'The Great Lodge' by Cycian
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asteriax63 · 1 year
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Sheala de Tancarville fanart that took me 6 hours and 11 minutes to make!
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daerienn · 2 years
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Lesbians - Chapter 1 - Holliday_inn, mydearmydearmydear
a witcher ladies orgy that focuses on calanthe and tissaia!
@holliday-inn is a fantastic friend and co-writer. i love them.
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seraph-of-innsmouth · 2 years
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Sheala was powerful. She knew this, knows this still, and others knew this, and so, many feared her. And Philippa was casting Margarita away. Not intentionally– of course not, Philippa would know better– but she had her eyes on Triss Merigold. Merigold was a puppy, obsessed and needy, and Margarita was a broken woman. Philippa was making her choice, and she was always one to appreciate worship.
So, Sheala, being feared, decided that having a broken woman to pretend to fix– a broken woman who was kind and just so happened to be rectoress of Aretuza– would be beneficial. It was, for a time. Margarita was an asset, and to be handled as such. She would be taken to bed, would be ravished, and then used– she was a powerful tool for negotiation and she endeared Sheala to people, they started to think of her as kinder, more understanding, more soft-hearted, and she used it to her advantage.
She didn't notice how Margarita was breaking, slowly chipping away and cracking, and that she was a dam and not a doll. Sheala was adding, slowly, to the water pressure against Margarita's defenses, the former playing King of the World on top.
And, so she found herself plummeting into the waters; being rushed under waves of repressed emotion and turmoil as they swept into her lungs. She almost drowned.
But she was powerful, and she was strong. She handled it, because she could. She pet Margarita's hair, and whispered into her ear that it was okay; that it was over now; that what was done was done, no fault of her own.
And Margarita... She believed Sheala. She wanted to believe her so badly, so horribly, terribly, much, that she did. So, she fell with Sheala into the waters and they swam together, Sheala acting as best she could as a buoy in the storm.
She pitied Margarita, so fully that she came to her and acted as a lifejacket; something to stop the drowning, even if it didn't always work, even if the waves were sometimes too large and they both drowned in them for a night. Sheala always came back, though, and Rita became a source of joy; a source of trust and a thing that she had power over helping, something that needed her, even if it didn't want to. Sheala wanted Rita and yet did not need her, Rita needed Sheala and yet did not want her; because Rita couldn't trust herself to love someone.
"I love Tissaia, and I loved her," she would cry softly, "and yet she didn't love me enough to stay," and Sheala would just kiss her head softly and let her talk. She knew that nothing she could think to say would be enough, not for lack of trying to think of something that could mend that wound as magic would a bruise or cut; she knew that this was far too deep a wound to heal like that, and a wound left alone to bleed for far too long; and she knew that it would never fully heal, there would always be a reminder, a touch, a smell, a taste, an action or word, all to bring back the memories and drown the woman in tears. There would always be that scar and it would always bring pain when poked at too hard. Even so, she tended the wound with care, responding to every question of "Would you leave me?" with a kiss and an embrace. Sheala, she knew now, would never leave this woman on purpose; not without going through hell and back to keep her. Sheala would do everything in her power to keep this woman safe and content in her arms; and she did.
They were tortured and killed off, one by one; it felt like every day was just another person Sheala knew killed, and she felt herself lose hope with every wound and every question drawn out of her with the blade of a knife. She knew pain beyond physical with an intimacy she never had before, and she wept for Rita silently and without tears. A sorceress did not cry.
When the Witcher Geralt and Yennefer got to her, she knew she had already died; so she begged to see Rita, to touch her face one last time, tell her why. Make her know that this was not a choice for herself. Rita came, and she wept fully and freely and Sheala talked to her, comforted her, walked her through her fears and horror like she had learnt so well to do.
"I care for you, Margarita Laux-Antilles; my Rita, my cherry blossom. I care for you so deeply and so very fully and I need you to know this, my Rita. I need to go, and you need to let me." Sheala paused, letting her Rita process what she was saying; making room for objection or word. There was nothing but silence and sorrow. Sheala continued, "I am going because I care, my cherry blossom, and because I cannot continue to care if I do not. Not as deeply or as well, and certainly not as long as you or I would like; so you must let me leave. I am asking permission, my beautiful Rita."
"I don't want you to go." It was almost a sob, but Rita, her Rita, was much stronger than anyone gave her credit for. Even Sheala, herself, for a time.
"A want, a need, and a wish, are all different, Rita," Sheala whispered into Rita's lips, as she levied herself up on her arm and pressed her nose to her Rita, "and I know that you need to let me go, for now. You can join me; Tissaia and I, both; later on, once you have lived fully and freely. She would have wanted and I want now, for you to have that. It's what you deserve, Rita.
"Please don't go. I love you." It was almost funny that the first time Sheala had heard that from her Rita, that it would be her last, "I don't need you, Sheala, my flower, not anymore. But I want you. I want you to stay. You can go, but you have to, you must know that I am yours just as much as you are mine. I love you."
Sheala laughed softly; she hadn't known, and she hadn't known that those very words that she had only ever heard twice from her Rita were the very thing she needed to confirm that Rita was going to heal from this. Rita healing was all she needed, and she was satisfied to know that she would die at peace with what she had left behind.
"I know."
And with that, they kissed for the last time; both knowing that this was the last time forever for both of them; and they parted ways. Rita watched as her lover died a merciful death, one that was not as dignified as she deserved but more so than the slow and humiliating death that would have befallen her. Rita would have loved her anyway– because that was how love was; it seeds and is fragile as it grows into maturity but, once established, will be hard to be rid of– but, Rita also knew that Sheala deserved this mercy, and that her Sheala had wanted to stay and care for her. So, she honoured the person she loved, just as she had honoured the one she had loved before and during her; she loved them both fully, and still fully, though only one had been free.
She left the place that she had been kept and tortured, and she went back to the place where both of her lovers now lay, separated by a small plot of land, about three feet across.
She spent most days in the garden that held her two loves, and she worked herself half to death most months, but she was happier than she could remember being in a very long time.
She got old and, with age, came illness and, with illness, came an end. She was worried, in her own way, about the lives of those she would leave behind, but she knew that she could not keep going forever and that, someday, it would be someone else's job to take care of her again, if she kept on. She didn't want that, as that had been Sheala and Tissaia's place and always would be so. So, she let herself degrade peacefully; knowing that it was now her turn.
She let herself be lain in a bed after she had trouble with her breath, and she let herself be fussed over for a few hours before quieting the room, telling them that it was alright and that she wanted to go; that she was alright with death and that it didn't scare her. She let people say their goodbyes and she said her own, her breathing getting raspy and shallow. She finally slipped away, after a little and she slipped with a soft, reassuring smile.
"Thank you, so much. I'll take care of everyone from now on. You don't have to worry," Nina whispers, closing Rita's eyes for the final time. Rita has breathed her last breath and she is resting, far away from the horrors that she had to witness and close to all the people who trust and trusted her; she is here, among those who were, in at least a partial capacity, dependant on her, and those who will miss her dearly for her part in their lives. Her adepts don't shed tears, but they whisper words to themselves and her; words that are sweet and bitter and full of sorrow. Those who she grew with, learnt with, all look on with determination to do what is needed to be done, even though she is gone; they whisper in their minds words so similar to the hushed tones around them.
Rita is covered in fabrics; none fine, mostly burlap and scraps of burnt dresses, but it's what she deserves and so, it is what she is given. She's spent so long not being given what she deserves. And this place, Aretuza, has spent so long ending in tragedy; it's finally been given a peaceful end. Finally, an ending to celebrate instead of mourn; and a love not broken, but peacefully set to rest in the heart of Aretuza. 
They all set to digging a grave, among the flowers of the rebuilt courtyard; something Rita had spent hours upon every day, taking a large workload and barely any rest until is was once again beautiful, maybe even more beautiful than it had been; no-one really remembers exactly how the courtyard looked, it had been so long and the memories so painful.
There were grave markers, one filled with lavender and bluebells, the other with black hellbornes; and her grave was set between. She was lain to rest among them, a small cherry tree planted among the fragrance. The smell suited her.
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I would’ve removed the crystal if it weren’t for the fact that I knew what would happen in the third game. And I saw no point to killing Saskia
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zoeysdamn · 7 months
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||The Witcher tarot | Ace of Pentacles | Sheala de Tancarville||
[Other cards of the Witcher tarot can be found here and on my Instagram art account]
[DO NOT REPOST OR REUSE WITHOUT LEGAL AND EXPLICIT AUTHORIZATION]
Just like some other Lodge members, Sheala isn’t that much present in the books. She is in the second game but I have to admit I haven’t played it. So I mostly trusted the book's description for her design, and did not follow the weird croissant-shape hairstyle she had in the games. As she’s depicted being a recluse researcher, I tried to give her a fancy scholar look – let’s not forget that she is a feared mage too. A silver fox scarf is always associated with her looks, so I added a little fur collar as a reference to it. 
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brazenedminstrel · 8 months
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So, Still Waters the sequel is now in development.
With which I mean I’ve taken the first notes on how I’m going to construct the outline. The title has also been determined a bit ago: Run Into the Depths. Like the full saying goes “still waters run deep”.
I’ll be taking seasons 2 and 3 together into one fic, because season 2 gives me very little to work with (still trying to figure out the Voleth Meir issue).
Where we left off, there are three storylines going forward, and a fourth one assumed:
- Yennefer and Tissaia
- Coral and Philippa
- Vanielle (and Sheala de Tancarville joins her in the sequel)
- (Geralt, Jaskier and Ciri’s story plays off-screen throughout Stil Waters all the while)
I already know where I want to end the sequel. Hint: think like the ending of s3! I’m stoked for more of our favourite side characters like Triss and Sabrina, especially looking forward to Milva joining the cast and of course, I’m very excited to dive back into the universe of arguably my most popular fic.
@yennefer-x-tissaia you’re the best place I can think of to spread the word about this!
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meluisart · 4 months
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Any Nicola walker characters you did not draw? But want to?
In no particular order...
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Sheala de Tancarville - was a voicerole I didn't know about until I walked on my sibling gaming, in the middle of killing her. Recognised that voice immediately.
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D.I. Susan Taylor - because I recently watched all of Touching Evil and I vibed with her for a little. Just haven't had the time to draw her.
Special shout out to the following Pleasant Green characters:
Mrs. Alice Boone
Eleanor Peck
Dr. Fallon (tentative)
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between-thepages · 10 months
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WIP Poll
I was tagged by @keirametzbrassknuckles for this, thank you!
The Rules: post your current WIPs in a 24 hour poll. Whichever gets the most votes by the end gets worked on! The number of votes is how many new sentences you have to add.
All of my WIPs are currently witcher-related, mostly books or games.
I'm shit at titles, so most of these only have working titles/descriptions so I don't confuse my documents xD.
Tagging @the-evil-stick, @kiriele, @gleamingsilence, @she-who-drank-vodka-with-cats and @aretuzagradschooldropout
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cycian · 2 years
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The Lodge Members As Mothers:
\-Philippa Eilhart: - first of of all, how did this happen, second of all, holy shit is Phil struggling. She'd hold the child at an arm's length and demand they stop capping their pants this very instant.
\-She'd run to Rita for advice. Being raised by Tissaia taught her exactly what NOT to do with a child.
\-The kid is spoiled beyond reason and can speak multiple language. Phil loves her little owlet.
\-The child will probably be a political menace and Phil could not be more proud.
Sheala De Tancarville:
\-Her child would be the most well-behaved and tactfully snide little creature.
\-They spend most of their time inside her tower in Creyden studying and researching.
\-She takes the child to conclaves and conferences to socialise them. Rita is apalled. They lecture the lecturers in the middle of their intervention and Sheala loves that.
Keira Metz:
\-Who gave the gremlin a child??? WHO?? Everyone has a stroke upon learning.
\-Keira dresses the kid in matching outfits. They are incredibly sarcastic and will diss whoever comes within earing range.
\-Keira takes the child to Aretuza and spends a lot more time there as a result because she is secretly incredibly protective of her little one.
Sabrina Glevissig:
\-That kid is a menace to society. She teaches the child how to hunt, charm and hide a body before they're fifteen.
\-They are very fashionable and prone to insult Yennefer.
Margarita Laux-Antille:
\-Best Mom Merch was made for her. She loves that kid to death and is the only one out of the lodge to be able to raise a child not to be a menace to the Continent.
\-Doesn't drink as much, wants to be a better person and example for her baby.
\-Will sing them lullaby, hold them all the time and has about a dozen paintings of them around her office. Has a small portrait in her breastpocket that she wips out constantly.
Triss Merigold:
\-She's terrified of raising a child after the Alvin situation.
\-Tries to give the child to Rita because she's so afraid of fucking the kid up. Rita instead takes her ass to therapy (thank you Rita) and Triss decides to try.
\-She gives the child everything she had wanted in her younger years. Long walks in nature, constant new toys and is always very forgiving.
\-She teaches them everything she wish she had known at their age, cheers for their successes and cries with them when they fail.
Francesca Findabair:
\-That kid is SPOILED ROTTEN. Not only is Enid so happy to have a little one around again, but so is the rest of Dol Blathanna ! She prepares the kid for the world beyond their duchy and passes on everything she knows.
\-Through the eyes of her child, she sees the reflection of the youngling she had been and marvels at the fact that they get to grow up with their kind, safe from the threats of pogroms.
\-She fights even harder for the Nonhumans, as she wants to give her child everything that had been taken from her, from them.
Ida Emean Aep Sivney:
\-Ida will sling the kid around her shoulders and show them the world.
\-She is much more laid back than the others, gently correcting mistakes and always being willing to protect her child.
\-Her kid is like her-softspoken, wise and witty. She makes sure they never feel left out and makes them feel very loved.
\-Great mom.
Assire Var Anahid:
\-Her child and furry child get along great. She's been around many young ones and therefore knows how to care for them physically.
\-However, everytime they ask her a question she has an existential crisis.
\-The child grows up incredibly curious and with a bright mind and kind heart.
Fringilla Vigo:
\-Panics.
\-Researches childcare extensively and tries all types of methodology. Until she learns how to let go and to enjoy the moment.
\-Reads with them, takes them with her wherever she goes, they spend the most time in theaters.
Bonus:
Tissaia De Vries:
-Since her kids either wind up being depressed nymphomaniacs or war criminals or eels, do not. Just do not.
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