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i have moved, if you’d like to interact with me please follow me - here. 

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hi friends! i intended to move oph to my multi, but that just didn’t happen. i am basically exclusively available for writing via discord on servers (although star wars has consumed me). if you’re interested in writing there please feel free to message me if we’re already friends or hop into my IMs!! hope you’re all well 🥰🥰

#also y’all I got COVID at the end of the year so #ya girl was struggling #but I’m back into writing just #don’t have the time for tumblr or the patience for the aesthetics

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hi oph is making the move to a multi. she will not be a Witcher OC but will be like a general fantasy character. if you would like me to follow you there please like this post.

#I’ve been contemplating it #might as well just do it right? #I love Oph too much to part with her so

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sorry friends but I’m basically on hiatus. my muse is kinda gone tbh. but if you wanna chat or write please hit me up on discord!

#school and life suck #so I’ve been a bit absent #tbd

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trick or treat 🎃 └ for @hystericals

#that middle gif #goodbye world #also this is just purely bc I wanna look at this again so 🤪

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Ask Box Trick-or-Treat

Send ‘Trick or Treat!  🎃’ to my inbox and I’ll give you a treat! This could be: a promo graphic, icons, an aesthetic graphic of your muse, a drabble, a photoset of our muses together, a moodboard based on one of our threads, or some other goodie! Happy Halloween!  Let’s celebrate!

#probably this will be a simple aesthetic ! #meme tbt

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henrycavill: “‘It may turn out,’ said the white-haired man a moment later, ‘that their comrades or cronies may ask what befell these evil men. Tell them the Wolf bit them. The White Wolf. And add that they should keep glancing over their shoulders. One day they’ll look back and see the Wolf.’” - From the writings of Andrzej Sapkowski. @WitcherNetflix #Witcher2

#i do not have a geralt tag but UH #folks that armor is SLEEEEEEEEK #i am pumped for s2 #geralt tbt

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she beams at him as she pulls her hand away, fingers brushing if only briefly, as she regards him with her warm gaze. ophelia knew they must look odd, sitting in the middle of the park with their little picnic. geralt, covered in tattoos, and ophelia who embodies sunshine and light. she knew that a few people had cast sideways looks at them, but she liked geralt, he had always been so polite each time he ventured into her shop or vice versa, although the latter rarely happened.

ophelia’s lips part to speak, but before words pass her lips his fingers tilt her chin upwards and she becomes completely distracted by the feel of his fingers and the intensity of his gaze. her cheeks warm at his compliment, her gaze cast downwards in slight embarassment. “ you’re silly. “ she tells him softly, brown eyes turning up to meet his. “ besides, everyone likes butter, geralt. it’s simply a way of life.”

@hystericals​ put a flower in geralt’s hair with 🌺 !! └ still accepting.

❝ oh, thanks. ❞ fingers sure enough brush against ophelia’s as they make sure the flower she’s just popped through his undercut stays there, resting more atop the fold of his ear than anything else. geralt knows it’s a daisy and he’s aware of the loves me, loves me not game they’re so famous for - though he’s not willing to take his chance on that. especially not now that ophelia’s said yes to a picnic in the park ; what a strange pair they must make. not that she seems to notice so geralt isn’t sure why he should, either. 

     ❝ what about this one, though ? ❞ beside the blanket, he catches a tiny yellow flower by the stem and breaks it, bringing the head up so they can both see. ❝ i heard once, i can’t remember where, that buttercups tell you if you like butter or not. you put it under your chin here, see— ❞ so he does, beneath ophelia’s chin, index finger of the other hand gently aiding by curling beneath her jaw and lifting while his own face ducks a little. ❝ and your skin glows yellow if you do and doesn’t if you don’t. though i can’t see a difference because your skin always glows, ophelia. ❞ 

#DOES THAT ICON LOOK FAMILIAR #THEY ARE STUNNING AND BEAUTIFUL #YOU ARE AMAZING #𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

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* 𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙸'𝙳 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁.

𝟎𝟏 . 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒 / 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 • macie

𝟎𝟐 . 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 • 11/25

𝟎𝟑 . 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍 • Sagittarius 

𝟎𝟒 . 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 • 5′3

𝟎𝟓 . 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 • writing, crafting, pinterest (is this a hobby), baking

𝟎𝟔 . 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑 • Purple, emerald green

𝟎𝟕 . 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 • To Kill a Mockingbird; PJO Series; Call Me by your Name

𝟎𝟖 . 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 �� All I Wanted - Paramore

𝟎𝟗 . 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐌 / 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 • The Man from UNCLE (i think?) / Charmed (the original)

𝟏𝟎 . 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 • After watching the Netflix series I wanted to write in this universe, so I made a blog! I didn’t feel comfortable with canons (never have) and so I made my own OC and got a lot of inspiration generally from the show and the games and a character I had already had.

𝟏𝟏. 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐔𝐑𝐋 • At the core of her character Ophelia is a woman who has been hindered by the men of society. She has been labeled as “crazy” and “hysterical” for having feelings and emotions that she follows intuitively.

tagged by: @gilded-dawn (thank u!)

tagging: whoever hasn’t done it (bc i cannot think of 8 people) oh and @utternocries even tho i already know you

#𝐨𝐨𝐜: 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬

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geralt:

hearing ophelia’s opinion on the matter puts his mind in a better place. she knows ciri like the back of her hand - they’re inseparable sometimes, even apparently having been mistaken for mother and daughter in the street, a nice thought - and there’s a huge comfort in that.

     for some reason though, there’s a drop in his stomach where there should be a soaring feeling. ciri might not want to be away from home - that’s what he expected her to say, given that that’s the conversation they’re having but, in his heart of hearts, geralt wishes they were having two at the same time. perhaps they are and his vision is clouded with the thoughts that won’t leave him alone at night, that are the cause of all of this in the first place. perhaps. but he doubts it. he does nod, though, agreeing. ❝ she wouldn’t. in fact, i think it’d be her worst nightmare and i’m sure she’d never forgive me for it. ❞

     so he’s stuck between a rock and a hard place but ophelia’s here for him, showing herself to be just about the kindest person he’s ever met once again. she’d no doubt be a great mother and that feeling only grows when he feels her hand touch his wrist, skin coming to sit on skin as though it belongs there, always. he looks up, into her beautiful eyes, and is taken aback by the force of her words. ❝ oph— ❞ he starts, other hand lifting to rest atop hers because it seems like the right thing to do. ❝ you have a life, the shop, you probably have friends i’ve never heard of because they’re private. i don’t want you to forget all of that just for us. okay ? ❞

the young woman shakes her head rather forcefully at geralt’s protest. sure, she has other things to worry about, but nothing so important as to take precedent over geralt and ciri. they were the closest thing she had to a family. they were all she had. friends and family and everything else was never something ophelia had bothered with, she had spent a good part of her life just trying to figure herself out, never really worrying for putting down roots. she hadn’t spoken to her parents in years, and she had always been a loner -- until he walked into her life. 

“ you and ciri are part of my life. the shop is fine, geralt really. if this is what you want i am prepared to help you make it work. “ she tells him seriously, face set in stone. “ if you’ll let me. and if you want me to.”

ophelia had always treaded lightly, never wanting to overstep into their lives, never trying to take on any roles that geralt did not ask of her, but she knows that he wants this. it is so clear to her that he needs this. she wants to help him. “ besides, if the schooling is on our terms it doesn’t have to be set in an 8 hour period. we can take breaks and have fun. “ she was already thinking of how she can manage the shop and ciri’s schooling together, it would be fun and rewarding for her. 

#me crying in the club over Parent geralt and oph #GOD THEY ARE SO SILLY #utternocries

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        it is oddly normal, the two of them sat across the table from one another, ophelia’s scooping up brown sugar coated oats, her steaming cup of coffee beside her. she watches geralt’s, the line of his jaw holding tension, and poses her question between sips of coffee and thoughtful chewing of her breakfast. just worried about some things, nothing serious -- she wants to scoff at him, but she doesn’t. he isn’t a senseless worrier, so she knows it must be something more than miniscule.

“ i think schooling ciri at home is a good idea geralt. “ she says gently, her hand twitching to reach across the table and assuage the worried expression on his face, but she doesn’t. “ you’re right, not to mention i don’t think ciri would be too keen on being away from home for so long. “ ophelia doesn’t even mentioned that SHE wouldn’t want to be without the little spitfire for too long, the little girl had quickly become ophelia’s shadow when she was around.

finally the urge grows too much to ignore, and the blonde reaches out, her fingers gently wrapping around his wrist, brown eyes boring into his. “ geralt, there is no added pressure. you know i would do anything to help you and ciri.” her tone is gentle yet firm, but she hopes she hasn’t revealed too much about her real feelings. I LOVE YOU AND CIRI, that’s what threatens to spill out of her mouth. 

@hystericals​  whispered : “You were tossing and turning last night. You okay?” └ domestic   :   accepting.

❝ yeah. ❞ begrudgingly, geralt lies. it’s obvious something’s wrong in the speed with which he responds, as well as the way he can’t seem to meet her awaiting eyes across the table. frighteningly, ophelia’s noticed. clearing his throat, he sits back, legs stretching out a little, toes brushing up against her soft, fair shins. ❝ i’m just worried about some things, nothing serious. ❞

     another lie and the longer ophelia watches him - god he loves that attention usually - the worse geralt feels when disguising the truth about his rough nights recently. sighing, he opens up, bringing one large hand around his coffee mug on the tabletop. ❝ do you think it’s a bad idea to school ciri at home ? she’s never really been away from me and i don’t know how people - well, kids - would treat her, given the way she looks. ❞ ashen hair, white blonde by nature isn’t usual in his experience so he can’t imagine children would be kind. ❝ but maybe i’m not the best teacher for her - what with work and coming and going at all hours. maybe a more stable environment would be better. ❞

     much as geralt seems to be spit-balling, in his mind, he’s fairly sure he’s not doing the right thing, keeping her away from others of her age. ❝ she loves being at home with roach and me, and you, but i’m not sure it’s working out and i don’t know how to tell her. but i also don’t want to put more pressure on you to feel like you have to take care of her when i’m not here. ❞ there’s always vesemir, his adoptive father, but he’s getting older and a girl so full of energy might not be a good combination anymore.

#utternocries #U GET NO ICONS BC I HAVE ZERO MODERN ONES #i should make new icons but #WE BOTH KNOW THAT IS UNLIKELY #verse tbt

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𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.

feel free to change any pronouns that need to be changed.     these sentences have been taken from various books   /   movies   /   websites to   ,   so i will not take full credit of it.

  ❛   i believe in long , slow , deep , soft , wet kisses that last three days.   ❜   

  ❛   you must forgive my lips… they find pleasure in the most unusual places.   ❜  

  ❛   you’re really wearing that dress like you’re doing it a favour.   ❜  

  ❛   tell me… tell me you want me.   ❜  

  ❛   take me to bed or lose me forever.   ❜  

  ❛   i don’t bite, you know… unless it’s called for.   ❜  

  ❛   you should be kissed — and often — and by someone who knows how.   ❜  

  ❛   your pants , they bother me. take them off !   ❜  

  ❛   how would you like to have a sexual encounter so intense it could conceivably change your political views?   ❜  

  ❛   i want you. and the thought of anyone else having you is like a knife twist in my dark soul.   ❜  

  ❛   i want you , all of you. i want to feel you inside me , deep inside me. i want you to tell me when you’re going to cum , hear you moan my name and fuck me harder.   ❜  

  ❛   WE SHOULD FUCK. like right now , right here. hard , fast. pin me down , kiss me hard , look me in the eyes and fuck me like you’ve never fucked someone before.   ❜  

  ❛   your face would look better between my legs.   ❜  

  ❛   i swear to god i won’t stop until you’re shaking.   ❜  

  ❛   tease me until i’m begging for it.   ❜  

  ❛   i wanna do bad things to you.   ❜  

  ❛   go ahead. touch it.   ❜  

  ❛   i want you inside me.   ❜  

  ❛   spank me. it’s the only way i learn.   ❜  

  ❛   push me up against the wall and do dirty things to me.   ❜  

  ❛   i love the way you fuck me.   ❜  

  ❛   i want to taste me on your fingers.   ❜  

  ❛   fuck  me on this floor right now, _____.   ❜  

  ❛   tell me. in your mind , what are we doing in that bed ? are we fucking nice and slow or are you making me sweat for it ?    ❜  

  ❛   your lips are like wine and i want to get drunk.   ❜  

  ❛   excuse me for being too forward but your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like.   ❜  

  ❛   now spread your legs and try to tell me all about your day.   ❜  

  ❛   i want you to strap me down , fuck me hard and show me who’s in charge.   ❜  

  ❛   i won’t say it twice. strip down and get on your knees. right now !   ❜  

  ❛   feel my hand tighten around your throat as my cock slips inside you.   ❜  

  ❛   i want you in my bed and between my legs.   ❜  

  ❛   i’m not going to deny that i want to fuck you.   ❜  

  ❛   i’ll fuck you so good , for so long that the only thing you’ll crave is my hands on your skin , my cock deep in your pussy.   ❜  

  ❛   now will you please sit on my face already ?   ❜  

  ❛   i want you splayed out on the table like my own personal feast.   ❜  

  ❛   did you touch yourself ?   ❜  

  ❛   i never knew you were such a dirty girl / boy.   ❜  

  ❛   don’t you dare touch yourself today. i want your orgasm and i plan on getting it later.   ❜  

  ❛   i’d like to lick your pussy / cock. i’d like to hear you scream my name.   ❜  

  ❛   oh god _____ , i can feel you doing it around my cock. i can feel you – that’s it , baby. fuck yourself on me.   ❜  

#nsfw // #mobile tbt #my contribution to sexy day thank u

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Lily James on her favourite films, bravery in acting, and her love of musicals

#these are all such modern oph vibes #i had to reblog bc I LOVE THANK U MARISSA #mobile tbt

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fourmarksmage​:

Yennefer focuses on the dancing flames, allowing Ophelia to care for her own wounds. The dimeritium embedded in them rendering them both fairly useless to do anything but allow her to heal the old-fashioned way. And the powerful mage hated feeling useless, particularly when it came to the rare instance of caring for someone who mattered dearly to her. It wasn’t a circumstance that happened often, but it made it all the more painful.

She had poured herself a glass of wine in a meager attempt to calm the swirling emotions threatening to burst forth, unsure of just which would manifest the most clearly. Anger at the witch hunters, carrying letters with a rather official-looking Kaedweni seal. Guilt for not keeping closer tabs on the other sorceress’s movement and the whispers around it. Piercing sorrow and pain for what she imagined could happen if she hadn’t gotten there in time. But she’s hardly touched it, too lost in her own thoughts to indulge in her own remedy. The only thing to draw her focus from the fire and her own mind was the movement in front of her, cold violet hues meeting warm brown.

“Don’t talk about your own life that way.” Her words come out sharper than they should, if only as a method of keeping her myriad of feelings at bay. “Your life is of greater value than ten of those filthy witch hunters combined. Which is why I left so many choking on their own blood.” The ghost of a smile lifts her lips, but there’s no real joy in her expression. “When I… When I first heard they had captured you I imagined…” She draws in a steadying breath through her nose. “A world rid of you would be a move for the worst.”

She doesn’t want Ophelia in her debt. She hates owing anyone, and only likes when people owe her when she knows it would be worth to take advantage of them later. And that’s not the situation with Oph, it never was. “The only favor I ask is that you’d do the same for me. You know how few people would, were I the one in shackles facing torture.”

Ophelia can hear them, gasping and pleading as Yennefer’s angry wrath rained down upon them like hellfire-- she was certain in that moment the mage she had come to love so was the woman of the tales. The Horsewoman of War. Violet hues ablaze with rage, barely contained, Ophelia had even found herself afraid. Not of Yennefer, she could never truly fear her, but of what she was capable of. She knew that the other was powerful and intelligent and lethal, but she had not yet experienced that fact first hand.

The sorceress doesn’t want to think about it. She doesn’t want to remember, but she knows that as long as she lives the memory of her time in a cell will be seared into her mind. She will forever remember the smell of the air, rancid and rotten, as bodies of her sisters burnt. She will forever remember the taste of ash on her lips as she lay on the cold, wet floor. But most of all she will remember the desperate pleading as the flames engulfed them, the pleas and the promises and the begging. There would never come a day in which she did not recall how her sisters met their end at the cruel hands of men. 

She is pulled from her thoughts as she realizes she is just sitting there, clutching Yennefer’s hands in hers. Her gaze turns up to meet that of the other mage, her expression unreadable. “ For you, Yennefer, I would walk through fire. “ And it is true, there is very little Ophelia would not do for those she loved, and she loved Yennefer more than she’d ever loved another person she thinks, but she couldn’t be sure. 

She busies herself, for a moment, with looking over Yennefer, tending to the wounds she had endured at Ophelia’s expense. She could never describe the guilt she felt about all of this. Her carelessness had resulted in injury for Yennefer and for that she was certain she would never forgive herself. After a long bout of silence she sits back on her heels, looking back up at the raven-haired sorceress. “ Perhaps for a brief moment in time I will know what peace is. “

#me: crying over these two omfg #fourmarksmage #𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞: (𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧) 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠?

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anonymous asked  What's the best thing about geralt? Asking for a friend. / ? about SOs - always accepting

       fingers sprinkle in an unnamed herb into the salve in the bowl, the wooden utensil incorporating all of the pieces with care, under the watchful eye of the blonde sorceress. brown eyes turn upwards at the question, a little smile rising to her lips, cheeks reddening only slightly. ❝ that’s quite a simple question, but the answer is complicated. ❞ she begins, the salve coming out of the bowl and into a container for the journey home. somewhere a mysterious liquid boils, a deep shade of black. ❝ his best quality to me is probably the worst to him. he is compassionate without ever meaning to be, and it is such a pity given how folks are prone to treating him. ❞

#utternocries #UH I LOVE #ophelia: *swooning* #𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

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You gotta just. Unfollow blogs that upset you. If you are so angry at a total stranger that you send them multiple anonymous messages, that is not normal. That is not healthy behavior.

#hey this is a okay!! #people are allowed to unfollow you!! #and you are allowed to unfollow them!!

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Ask my muse about their significant other.

#DO THIS pls #mobile tbt