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The Witcher Appreciation Week

day five: favorite minor character —  When I cut my finger, I bleed. That’s human, right? When I overeat, my stomach aches. When I’m happy, I laugh. When I’m upset, I swear. And when I hate someone, for stealing my whole life from me, I kill him.

#.FACE* #i am such a nervous nelly abt interacting rip #but i do love a gal

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I kinda need a hug but I’d rather DIE than let anyone know I am a human being that desperately craves intimacy

#worm

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You chose.

#everything about this is so delightful to me #love when the witchers use signs #love when she doesn't care #.FACE* #.GERALT*

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“You look mean” bitch I am. Move.

#.ABOUT*

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okay, i’m here. slap the like button for a starter.

#ooc #i hate starter calls but i will...do it

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#icb nobody told me there was a gwent game for iphones!!!!! #ooc #i am so obsessed with gwent 😩

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#i will try to be more active here and on jaskier soon #my caseload has been fluctuating but it is lowering #so hmu here or ardtaedh #ooc #i also have discord

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every time i play witcher 3 and someone spits at me i think renfri was right and wonder just how much murder i could get away with

#ooc #i truly get too Heated about it

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We’re not so different.

#.FACE* #.GERALT*

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new people pls feel free to send me a meme! alternatively, you can like this and i’ll send you one!

#ooc

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✯ A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE SENTENCES / PART SIX

↪ A list of SENTENCES from George R. R. Martin’s novel A Clash of Kings, to be used and changed however you see fit. possible trigger WARNINGS for violent and sexual content, profanity, and alcohol.

↪ All parts can be found here.

❝ it is ill to keep a lady waiting. ❞ ❝ under the sea, the birds have scales for feathers. ❞ ❝ this is early to come calling, scarce past dawn. you should be snug in your bed. ❞ ❝ i had bad dreams about the dragons. they were coming to eat me.❞ ❝ so you see, there is nothing to fear. ❞ ❝ if the gods are good, they will grant us a warm autumn and bountiful harvests, so we might prepare for the winter to come. ❞ ❝ it is always summer under the sea. ❞ ❝ i’ll see to your breakfast now. ❞ ❝ they are clever, these birds. ❞ ❝ i should have been told. i should have been woken. ❞ ❝ i have climbed these steps so often i know each one by name. ❞ ❝ look at me! ❞ ❝ in the end words are just wind. ❞ ❝ you could bring him no hope? ❞ ❝ what am i to tell them? what must i do now? ❞ ❝ it’s swords i need, not blessings. ❞ ❝ the night is dark and full of terrors. ❞ ❝ only children fear the dark. ❞ ❝ i need no crown but truth. ❞ ❝ you are too ill and too confused to be of use to me, old man. ❞ ❝ i will not have you kill yourself in my service. ❞ ❝ i fear the bottom of the sea. ❞ ❝ where’d you get a blade like that? ❞ ❝ go on, take it off him, i dare you. ❞ ❝ hey, you gimme that sword. you don’t know how to use it. ❞ ❝ might be i got your attention now. ❞ ❝ hitting them won’t bring him back. ❞ ❝ someone should kill him! ❞ ❝ you look very lovely today, my lady. ❞ ❝ who do you think will win the day’s honors? ❞ ❝ did you hear? i’m to ride in the tourney today. ❞ ❝ did i tell you, i intend to challenge him to single combat. ❞ ❝ i lose! fetch me some wine. ❞ ❝ what a man sows on his name day, he reaps throughout the year. ❞ ❝ don’t be childish. ❞ ❝ we’re children. we’re supposed to be childish. ❞ ❝ i’m glad you’re not dead. ❞ ❝ my lady, i am sorry for your losses. truly, the gods are cruel. ❞ ❝ all sorts of people are calling themselves kings these days. ❞ ❝ i’d guard that tongue of yours, little man. ❞ ❝ what are you doing here? ❞ ❝ it would seem that a welcome is in order. ❞ ❝ a man after my own heart. ❞ ❝ please, do let me be of service, in whatever small way i can. ❞ ❝ how i have yearned for the sound of your sweet voice. ❞ ❝ give me your support and i promise you, we will have ____ freed and returned  to us unharmed. ❞ ❝ you have always been cunning. ❞ ❝ you will share all your plans and intentions with me before you act, and you will do nothing without my consent. do you understand? ❞ ❝ you should have been at the feast. there has never been a boar so delicious. they cooked it with mushrooms and apples, and it tasted like triumph. ❞ ❝ i hope he doesn’t kill anyone important. ❞ ❝ need an escort? the talk is, the streets are dangerous. ❞ ❝ i’m terrified of my enemies, so i kill them all. ❞ ❝ lawless men are everywhere in this dark time, oh, yes. men with cold steel and colder hearts. ❞ ❝ did you miss me? ❞ ❝ you’ll think of me every time you go to bed. then you’ll get hard and you’ll have no one to help you and you’ll never be able to sleep unless you … ❞ ❝ be quiet and kiss me. ❞

#.MEME*

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*checks you out through the gap between our crossed blades*

#☠️☠️☠️ #.ABOUT* #what a good laugh #.GERALT*

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renfri + “people don’t always get what they deserve in this world...”

#.FACE* #love her

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“evil is evil, stregobor,” said the witcher seriously as he got up. “lesser, greater, middling, it’s all the same. proportions are negotiated, boundaries blurred. i’m not a pious hermit. i haven’t done only good in my life. but if i’m to choose between one evil and another, then i prefer not to choose at all.”    monster slayer for hire.  𝕮

#im mobile i hope this isnt ugly #but follow the loml #.PROMO*

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epeolxtry​:

In that context, she supposed not. Three nekkers was a hell of a lot better than a swarm. If she’d found them near a nest, the woman would have been in for something a whole lot worse. 

It’s not the battle she’s talking about though, it’s the journey in whole. Ever since she was turned, Santanico had a knack for it, able to breach the walls of the mind and get a taste of what’s beneath. It wasn’t something she did often, and even when she did it was little more than a cursory brush, unless she was allowed inside. However some called to her, like the man who had set her free of her prison. There were those out there who were cut from the same cloth, whose experiences ran parallel to hers. Even never meeting in the flesh she felt some connection to them from within the walls of the temple. 

Santanico pushes herself off of the tree she leans against, sizing the other woman up in a way that mirrored hers. “ Not one of my own choosing, ” but then, so few got that luxury. 

“ I suppose I have destiny to grapple with over that misfortune. Or maybe MEN. It’s hard to know which one came first, ” she didn’t know her past a feeling, but women were rarely unfamiliar with that sentiment.

Perhaps it speaks poorly of her life, that she resents the tenuous feeling of camaraderie, finds it makes her more distrustful of the woman in front of her. Perhaps it’s the iron in her mouth, an ugly reminder of her own otherness. Perhaps it’s simply a leftover instinct for danger, the sense that she is staring back at someone as likely to kill her as befriend her. 

Renfri drags the flat of her sword against her leg, wiping the worst of the gore from the blade. In a moment of weakness, she sheathes the sword, tempting her fate. Her lip curls as the woman speaks, a familiarity that passes from woman to woman like a disease. Destiny might be cruel, but there was little that compared to the cruelty of men.

“ I’ve yet to meet anyone who couldn’t trace their misfortunes back to a man, ” she declares after a moment. “ Consider yourself fortunate, if that’s the case. They’re far easier to kill than destiny. ” Her hand tightens around the hilt of her sword at the self-imposed reminder of her own fate, but Renfri finds herself curious enough about the woman she’s stumbled upon. It’s dark, and the nearest town is likely half a day’s walk. Hardly the place for anyone an unremarkable nature.

“ If you’re intent on avoiding further misfortune, you’ve picked a terrible place and time. ”

#epeolxtry

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i luxuriate in the dream that is renfri mocking eskel’s scars

#if there is one take away from the games....it's this #ooc

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@monsterslayer : ❛ not enough food, nowhere to sit, and nothing but small talk. ❜

it’s an unremarkable night, just cold enough to tempt her into starting a fire. she doesn’t, though, despite being leagues from the nearest town. it’s a paranoia that seizes her like few others, no matter if she reminds herself of what she has survived. there’s no one and nothing that could touch her now, nothing and no one that sees her, and perhaps that is the problem. perhaps that’s why she dreams. 

she doesn’t give the feeling a name, no matter how easily it comes to mind. loneliness is a curse that she cannot be burdened by. still, it does nothing to stop her shoulders from lowering, for the tension to slowly creep away beneath a growing warmth that stings, bitter and antiseptic, like relief. 

he sits like in a corner like the unrepentant bore that he is, and a smile rises, unbidden, to her face. lilit help her, but she knows the name of this feeling, and it will choke her. she’s torn, wildly, by the urge to find him then and there—to end this, finally—and by the urge to give him. to let him have his leave of her.

instead, she uses her thumb to flick a lintar toward him, settling in the seat across from him as geralt studies the coin. he considers it fo long enough that she thinks he must have forgotten their conversation (what has it been, now? decades?) in the woods. eventually, though, he smiles, a small, pitiful thing, and tells her his thoughts.

❛ not enough food, nowhere to sit, and nothing but small talk. ❜

she smiles back, a desperate creature, and as close to forgiveness as she’s ever come. she lingers anyway, unwilling to let him go.

❛ is your horse really such a conversationalist by comparison? ❜

#monsterslayer #oh no