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Roche/Ciri, please?

I don’t really indulge in Ciri ships bc she’s baby in my mind but they’re cute!!

#It's nice to know that someone thinks they're cute... #Vernonciri #vernon roche #Ciri #Art

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I like that the story turned out like a fairy tale.

1k Followers Challenge- Slot 1 Vernon x Ciri: The Crown Of Love.

Pairing: Vernon x Ciri

Pov: Ciri

Warning: Forced marriage, Saving your true love, just over all cuteness, wedding crasher vibes, happiness, fluff.

Summary: When Ciri is forced to marry another her true love the only one for her comes to save her from a loveless state.

WC- 1.4k

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It was going to be the wedding of all weddings in Nilfgaard. The princess was getting married to the great general Voorhis, not that the city truly cared about what was happening behind the castle walls, or really knew what was happening behind the castle walls. It wasn’t for anyone else to know, not even Ciri knew not until the day she was to be married to him. 

I sit waiting for the knock on my bedroom door. I know the knock heard it all my life. My father, Emhyr. He knocks loud enough to have my maid nearly running towards the door to open it for him. “Ah my darling dearest, you look wonderful.” He says as he stands behind me. I’m looking at him but not really. I was told of this wedding yesterday evening, and since then I haven’t said a word to my father. 

My heart is racing because I know that Voorhis is not who I love, not who I want to spend the rest of my life with. I don’t want titles or the people's favor, I just want to live my life the way I see fit, but my father is a strong headed man. Taking ‘no’ isn’t something he likes to do. “Dear are you really still mad at me? Come now you know that this is what is right for the city, and for the crown.” My father speaks as if I haven’t the foggiest idea of what is right or wrong. I do, I know that forcing your daughter into a marriage she isn’t going to be happy in is wrong, telling her the night before is wrong, and keeping her stuffed away in a castle until you need her is wrong. 

“I’m not mad father.” Is all I say. The corset is set tightly around my waist. The jewelry is a perfect representation of what weight this crown brings to me. The weight that the word princess brings along with it. I’m just a pawn in a game far larger than my life will ever be. I’m a pawn in a game for which I probably won’t see the end of. My father reaches over to the vanity pulling a necklace from the wood table. 

He unclips the hook and places it gently onto my neck, “You my dear will rule the whole of Nilfgaard when I got to rest. You need a good, strong man by your side to help you along the way. Don’t…” He says clipping the necklace back together and then looking into the mirror. “Do not ruin this for the crown, for the city or for me, do you understand.” He’s stern in a way that has me looking back down at the floor. The shoes on my feet are killing my toes, I have no mobility. 

There’s no running away. 

There’s no ruining this for my father. Not while I’m trapped in this perfect version of how he sees me. 

“Yes father I understand.” I say quietly forcing a smile to my face. “Good.” He says with a crooked smile on his face as he bends down to place a kiss to my forehead. “Always such a good girl for me.” I smile once more before he’s looping his arm in mine, and walking us towards the door. Towards my entrapment of marriage to a man I don’t like or ever care to like. 

The chapel hall is filled with people that I’ve never met or even seen before. Voorhis stands at the end of the long line. He stands there looking at me like I’m his prey, My fathers hold on my arm is tight as we continue to walk down the aisle, “Smile my dear.” He whispers through clenched teeth. I smile, and my stomach turns when I’m finally at the altar. 

In one whole blink of a moment my whole life will change, and surely it won’t change for the better. Not when I know there’s someone better, someone that loves me, cares for me, and wants me. Someone who makes me laugh, someone who I’d run away with if given the chance. The room full of people are staring right at me, burning my skin with their non-stop judgment of my well my everything. 

Voorhis hands aren’t anything like Vernons. In comparison they’re soft, and small. Vernon’s have cracks and are rough to the touch, you can simply tell the amount of time and effort a man like Vernon has put into something. The way that Voorhis looks at me is different as well, his eyes don’t light up the way Vernons do, instead they darken looking at me as if I were prey caught in a trap. Which currently that’s exactly how I feel. Trapped in between these chapel walls with nobody to save me from the fate that has been chosen for me. The priest talks and I look at our hands touching. 

It’s not until the priest gets to the words “Is there anyone here who objects to this happy marriage?” I’m hoping and praying that someone, hell anyone stands up and says something. It happens that someone does stand up, someone does utter those words that will hopefully set me free. “I do.” I know that voice, I know that voice because he’s always in my head. I know the voice that whispers sweet nothings into my ear before he kisses my neck, and when I look up I’m one hundred percent right. 

Vernon stands in the back, looking no different then he does on any other given day. He’s a spotlight in the crowd of dull, and mundane people surrounding us. I let go of Voorhis hands dropping to my side, pleading with him to say more. He winks at me through a crowd of people that are gawking at the both of us. I can feel the anger pooling around me. My father stands and Voorhis’s face is turning a deep shade of red. Embarrassment doesn’t look great on him. 

“I object to the marriage of convenience. To this marriage that is loveless on both sides.” Vernon says as he moves through the crowd and closer to me. A lonely bride who waits for the right man to come and save her. The closer Vernon gets the closer I feel to freedom, the way it itches and nips at the back of my heels. Vernon has a draw to him, and every time he takes a step forward I fall for him further. 

The crowd of people around us are in utter and complete shock. How could their king allow for such a show, for such an embarrassment to happen on his watch. I can see his teeth grinding and the gears in his head working a little too fast on how to work around this embarrassment. Vernons rough hands grab mine and I feel at home for the first time since I’d last seen him. “You’re beautiful, you know that.” Vernon whispers to me, I smile for real for the first time today. “Will you take me away from this horrible place?” I ask and all Vernon does is nod. With my hand in his tugging me away from the angry Voorhis, and my father. 

There’s a look on my father's face I really can’t place. A look of happiness but no for himself but for me. The guards are at full attention waiting for the king's orders, and when nothing comes Voorhis turns to him. “How dare you let this scum take my wife.” Voorhis screams. “Voorhis shut up.” Is all my father says as he watches me leave with Vernon. When the chapel walls disappear and the green grass comes into view there’s an invisible weight that comes off my shoulders. Making me feel lighter and more at peace. 

“Thank you.” I whisper into Vernons back as we ride away. “Where to my love?” Vernon asks me. “Anywhere you go is where I go.” I tell him, he hums. When we make it to Termeria, and settle down for the night I can’t help the words that end up falling from my mouth so freely. “ I want to marry you.” I say, but there’s no shock written on Vernons face. Instead a smile grows on the man's features and he sweeps my heart up all over again. “Then we shall get married.” He says simply. 

Almost a year later when I look down at the sleeping girl in my arms it’s then that I realize just what a wonderful choice I ended up making. “How’s my darling Mirra doing today?” Vernon asks, I shush him as he rounds the corner. “She’s sleeping, but I’m doing wonderfully.” He smiles and bends down to kiss the crown of my head. There’s another realization that hits me, that’s the only crown I’ll ever need. A crown of kisses, hugs, and sweet ‘i love yous’.

Completed on: 04/09/24

Posted on: 04/10/24

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#vernon roche x ciri #ciri x vernon #vernon roche #ciri of cintra #vernon x ciri #Vernonciri #fanfic #fanfiction

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Vernon Roche: Spring of Shipping without canceling Roche/Ciri and hatred

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#vrsos2024 #vernon roche #fandom event #dijkstra x roche #roche x ciri #ciri #cirilla fiona elen riannon #the witcher #the witcher 3 #cirilla #vernonciri #witcher ciri #tw3

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ciri as empress of nilfgaard and roche as her loyal vassal and them dating...

Ciri being Emhyr’s Heir while Vernon was her lover and vassal would include:

-Poor, poor Mererid

-Man has to somehow train Vernon Roche to be a vassal while also serving Emhyr and seeing to Ciri and help her with training to be an Empress.

-Vernon Roche is so stubborn and it causes Ciri both amusement and horror, sometimes at the same time.

-Vernon Roche fights Emhyr every step of the way, this was Emhyr’s idea and Vernon is not going to let him forget it.

-Emhyr thought if Vernon Roche was made Vassal to Ciri then their love could be continued and everything would go smoothly

-Nope

-Vernon has to be a butt about everything, the clothes, the manners, the training in etiquette, the training in dancing (Honestly it’s ridiculous, how can someone memorize all these steps)

-The only part Vernon doesn’t fight is the military help he can provide to Emhyr and Ciri, though he does make small quips about the emperor under his breath much to Emhyr’s chagrin.

-Emhyr actually likes Vernon and his challenges though he makes to sure everyone thinks he despises the man and his Northnerness.

-Emhyr is thrilled Ciri took to being his heir even if it meant Vernon Roche would be close

-Little tiffs between Vernon and Emhyr that leave Ciri surely thinking Vernon will meet the hang man’s noose

-“NO! I will NOT be dancing during this event!” “You and Ciri are expected to dance as the main event for the ball, yes you will!” and so on. The tiffs leave Vernon irritable and grouchy while Emhyr is nothing if but amused and tickled someone would actually challenge him. Ciri wants to cuff them both over the head.

-Eventually Emhyr retires and chuckles as Vernon barely scrapes through Ciri’s coronation.

-Emhyr is his retirement comes over to the palace so often and loves to pick little fights with Vernon over stupid little things just to get a rise out of Vernon. Vernon takes a LONG time to catch on that this is a game to Emhyr.

-Vernon actually thought Emhyr HATES him, which he did at first to be fair. Takes a while for him to come around and openly admit that maybe Emhyr isn’t THAT bad. Maybe… Possibly..

-Mererid is glad when Emhyr retires, as he ‘retires’ with Emhyr and continues to serve him.

-Mererid does NOT like the tiffs, the are unprofessional and Sir would you please be mindful of what Vernon’s temper does to the court…

-Ciri takes to the throne beautifully and enjoys visits from Emhyr every now and again, though if you would please stop making my vassal slightly intimidated and irritable that would be great, thanks.

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Thank you. :)

What if Ciri goes against the will of her father-emperor, and secretly marries Roche in a church in a small village?

I think Emhyr won’t be as mad as everyone thinks. He knows his own strong will and his daughter definitely inherited it, he knew ultimately he couldn’t stop it no matter what he tried. He’ll definitely play it like he’s furious though. Ciri and Vernon chill at Regis’ place until they feel they can approach the emperor. Once they go back to Emhyr his demand is Vernon be a head General or some military high rank and Ciri continue being his heir. They will be moments of terror on Ciri’s part as Vernon continues to challenge Emhyr on anything. Vernon eventually chills out once he realizes just how clever and oddly caring the emperor is. Vernon thinks he’s died when he hears Emhyr actually laugh with Mererid over an old joke between the two.

Hope you like this. Might add more to it later.

#roche #ciri #vernon roche #the witcher #cirilla fiona elen riannon #Vernonciri #good opinion

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Thank you.

Have you deleted the fanfiction about Roche/Ciri? :(

💛 (reunion kiss / relief) Roche/Ciri ?

Hi! Of course, here you go! 🖤

Fandom: The Witcher

Pairing: Roche/Ciri

Word count: 1080

Title: No words needed

The battle for Kaer Morhen was over. A gloomy atmosphere replaced any sense of relief or celebration as the riders of the Hunt had been defeated. The remaining witchers, sorceresses, and friends gathered around Vesemir's lifeless body in mournful silence, silently saying their goodbye to the eldest witcher. Ciri was tense, using all the strength she had left to appear as strong as she could. He died protecting me, she thought, if only I could’ve protected him. Her bright green eyes scanned the people at his wake, taking note of their faces, drinking in their sorrow.

She couldn’t force herself to look at Geralt for long. While she knew he wouldn’t blame her, she felt like she was the blame for stripping Kaer Morhen of the welcoming warmth of their mentor and father figure to the Wolves. Ciri’s breath caught in her throat, suppressing the sobs threatening to escape from within her. The funeral couldn’t have ended quicker enough for her to find a quiet place and reflect. Perhaps Geralt’s constant emphasis on meditation and clarity as a warrior would’ve soothed the storm of hypotheticals in her mind.

Ciri needed a moment, no matter for fleeting it would be. As she’d been told time and time again, calmness was crucial for the stability of her powers, and she was drained enough without a meltdown. A hand brushed against hers, the touch warm and comforting in any other instance than this. No time, she thought, now is not the time. Without looking at who the hand belonged to, she fluidly stepped away from the ceremonial burning of the witcher’s lifeless body, opting to isolate herself until she felt she was ready, and when it’d be appropriate, to speak on the day’s events as well as plans moving forward.

***

This was… not ideal for Vernon. While he expected the message from Geralt to be a call to arms, he hadn’t seen this particular situation coming in his wildest dreams. It seemed like yesterday he met Ciri, the spoiled but sturdy princess of Cintra. He was prepared to stumble over himself to make sure she felt respected like he was so used to royalty demanding, yet she was so different from what he was anticipating her to be. Ciri was refreshing. She was someone he could respect, someone he had grown to care for more than he was willing to admit.

That is until he saw the riders of the Hunt attempting to take her away. His heart stopped beating in his chest and the world came to a halt. Had he been in the position to aid her, he would’ve. Vernon wanted to be her brave knight and savior, though it seemed this position had been filled already.

During the funeral, he tried not to stare too intently at Ciri, understanding how uncomfortable it would’ve been had she noticed him, but he couldn’t just stand there and do nothing while she was in distress. Inconspicuously, he moved behind her just a hair away from being too close. His gentle eyes were fixated on her profile, noting her reaction to his proximity before slowly reaching for her hand. His fingers hadn’t even reached her palm before she pulled away. Vernon watched her leave, and after making sure no witchers or sorceresses would follow her, he went to her once more.

***

“Why are you following me?” was the first thing out of Ciri’s mouth when she heard his footsteps behind her. She acknowledged him just before stables, turning on her heels with her arms crossed over her chest. Her expression bore no malice, but it was evident she was beyond words at the moment.

With a loud exhale of defeat and a long stride forward, Vernon grabbed at her forearms, gently but firmly yanking her arms from their folded position. He then pulled her towards him, throwing her arms on his shoulders as his own settled on her lower back, high enough to set a clear message; this is intimate, but I want nothing more than a kiss from you.

Ciri gasped, gripping at Vernon’s shoulders, but not pushing away from him. Her hands slid to his upper arms, looking into his sharp eyes with a glint of excitement, the tiniest of smiles playing on her lips. An amused exhale left his nostrils before he licked his lips and slowly dipped his head, though he didn’t kiss her.

“Cirilla, I-“ Vernon’s words were cut short by her shushing him.

“Please, don’t say anything.” She whispered, tilting her chin up to brush the tip of her nose to his, grazing his lips with hers in the process. Ciri’s eyelids felt heavy, but a slow blink to look up into his dark ones told him all he needed to know.

Vernon lowered his face a hair to align his mouth with hers as he closed the distance between them. The kiss felt as safe as warm shelter from the biting winter wind, as natural as breathing though he did not need it when he was this close to Ciri. She reciprocated as gently as he had imagined her to, moving her hands across his upper body until they found home on the base of his neck. Her touch felt electric in the best possible way, and the sensations he felt everywhere she touched him only proved to him what he had hoped was true; He was always meant to do this. He was meant to hold her, to kiss her, to love her.

Ciri felt no different than he did. She wondered what kind of magic he secretly possessed to be able to calm her mind and soul the way he did. The heavy burden lifted from her chest like it was never there to begin with. He took it away from her with a kiss and protective embrace. She needed no explanation as to why he kissed her, how long he had thought of her in such a way, or how and if he knew she felt the same.

At this very moment, before Kaer Morhen’s stables after a fight for their lives, the only comfort they had was their wordless reunion. They never forgot one another, no matter how far across the Continent their lives took them, but both secretly hoped to meet again. Of course, circumstances could’ve been better, but who were they to complain now that they were finally in each other’s arms?

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What do you think about the idea of Ciri and Vernon traveling together on Percival (Vernon Roche's ship from TW2 and TW3)?

Thank you for the ask!

I'm so sorry for the late reply. I was busy with lessons... 😔

That would be lovely. Ciri enjoys the beautiful view and Roche sees her face, full of love. He hugs her from behind and kisses her cheek <3

My precious couple 🫶🏻

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What if Vernon Roche runs into Ciri (while she is sad and drunk) in a tavern and cheers her up with he stories?

I think Vernon might start with military stories; stories of conquests and wins only to find Ciri turns away and just returns “yeah” or “mm”. He’s so military oriented the poor man. He then has to stop and think then recalls stories his mother used to tell him as a child which makes him think of his mother and turns his stories toward her. Stories of his mother cooking his favorite meal as a child, or the story of him coming home absolutely covered in mud so his mom dumped the laundry water on him. Ciri then turns back towards him and shows interest. So he continues about his mother then funny warm stories of his immediate comrades like Ves. He just might get her to crack a small smile.

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What if Vernon Roche runs into Ciri (while she is sad and drunk) in a tavern and cheers her up with he stories?

Allow me to be Clear ; this is such a cute prompt I smiled at the notification for like five minutes

He would approach Ciri the same way he would Ves, being as she’ s the closest point of reference when it comes to how he should handle such a situation. When Ves falters, fails, struggles, she gets mad. Mad leads to rage, leads to injury, leads to collapse. Leads to sitting in front of a fire, eyes wet and unfocused.

Vernon tries to stop the spiral when he can, but things happen fast, and one missed opportunity is a guaranteed slip further down.

Ciri is not Ves, but she has the same look in her eyes, staring off at the half-fades mural of the tavern wall. Her hand clenches and unclenches around the handle of her mug of ale the same- tastes like water and run-off, but it’s the cheapest thing they have, and it gets you drunk all the same.

Vernon says an apology to his coin pouch, sweets a higher luxury than metals now, and asks the Innkeep how expensive some of the fruit tarts would be. There’s a scratching, a mumbling, at the back of his thoughts. Ciri- probably- has no food in her belly. Ves does the same.

She forgoes all meal, turning her nose up at meat and potatoes, and settles down with the burning of her stomach.

Vernon slips into the seat beside Ciri, the same way he eases himself down on the sitting log beside Ves. Ciri jumps, a moment too late, muscles tensing and mug clattering agaisnt the wooden table. Vernon holds his breath. To frighten a Witcher is a piss poor idea. To frighten a drunk Witcher? Well, have a grave ready.

But Ciri doesn’t move, doesn’t swing to hit or reach to grab, almost like her joints have he locked in place. She peers; same gaze as her Father. Then, with a voice using a tongue too heavy for her mouth, she mutters a “Hello, Vernon.” And ducks her sights back in front of her.

He lets the plate of tarts sit just in Ciri’s sight line. If she reaches for one, that’s the plan. If she looks at them, that’s the plan. If she sniffs the air, pretending it’s a sniffle that won’t go away,

That’s the plan.

With Ves, Vernon brings her biscuits with honey. He brings her biscuits with honey, and a bit of meat; he knows he favourite is the pieces a bit charred from the heat, and he saves them when he can. She takes a few minutes, not leaning towards but not leaning away, before her poison of choice is carefully discarded. Before she turns, tear tracks caught in the firelight, and rough voiced asks,

“What’s this?”

And Ciri manages a nod towards the small collection of fruit tarts. Steaming, Vernon requested that they be warm, the trails curling up and vanishing in the air. Vernon, one hand, gestures to the plate.

“Something for you.”

Ves takes the plate. She balances it on her knees. She takes a bite.

Ciri pulls the plate closer. She inhales deep. She reaches for one.

“Do you like peaches, Ciri?” Vernon asks. He places a hand on her shoulder, her clothes are cold and a touch damp. It hasn’t rained once today. But there is a little lake a few paces out, encased in thick wood.

Vernon can hear Geralt muttering, about drowners and rot-fiends and how badly they love to make nests where the little ones love to play. Vernon can see the discolouration, mud and lakebed now interwoven into the fabrics of her clothes. Her contract went awry, in some way.

Ciri, fingers careful as they pull the tart in two, nods.

“I like most fruits.” It was plain, just a statement to say anything. Just to get her mouth moving again. Vernon squeezes her shoulder, and she looks to him. She’s cold. Body not helped by the heat of alcohol.

“My mother,” he starts, and he vaguely recalls that this is the first story he ever told Ves, too, “She would grow them. I had them so much as a boy I thought I’d hate them.”

Ciri blinks, once, twice, then she straightens; she gets that from her mother.

When Vernon told Ves the story, he was helping to keep her in bed after she broke her arm. She was young, and scared, and self-determined to the point of danger. When Vernon told Ves the story, she had managed to fall back asleep, body ran ragged and smile faint on her face.

As he tells the same story to Ciri, about picking peaches and trying to hide them, about how he thought he could never stomach them again, about how the first thing he bought for himself, when he had his own coin and he could make his own name for himself, was a peach, he watches Ciri open up.

She places one half of each tart back on the plate, she breaks pieces off her own and eats them slow; she knows how much they’d have cost her pockets. Her shoulders come down, her head turns, inch by inch, to look Vernon more square in the eyes.

Vernon rubs a careful circle with his thumb, pressing just hard enough that Ciri’ll be aware of it. He does the same to Ves. He can feel her skin start to warm, at least, under his hand. He can’t win agaisnt the chill of damn cloth, forced to dry on the wearer, but he can do this.

He has a story for each tart, she’ll finish her first and he’ll already have started the story for the second, for the third.

Like Ves, Ciri stops drinking.

Like Ves, Ciri leans in for a hug.

Like Ves, Ciri smiles- her eyes are still damp, but the crinkle of her grin meets her eyes.

Vernon doesn’t push her, doesn’t ask for what happened or how it all fell apart. He presses his waterskin into her hands and tells her to drink. He asks if she knows where she’ll be staying tonight, if her horse is doing well. He asks her what her plans might be, once morning comes and her hangover wears thin.

She pauses, the question taking a moment longer to sink in, taking a final sip of water before she pulls it away from her lips.

“Maybe I’ll try to find an orchard, somewhere.”

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ciri as empress of nilfgaard and roche as her loyal vassal and them dating...

Empress!Ciri X loyal vassal!Vernon roche

Note: normally don't ship this but I understand that people do! So enjoy :)

"God save the Queen"

Vernon was anticipating something, there was an unrest in Nilfgaard after Emhyr gave the throne to his daughter.

Ciri was a capable leader and fighter however she was like him in a way— both didn't have the heart for politics.

Vernon was only here in the castle since the Empress had kindly request for him. Which might've have been strange had it not been that Vernon was her Royal Vassal. As well as, Vernon was Ciri's lover... Well secret lover

It bothered Vernon but he understood the complications it would lead to in Nilfgaard. The horror on their faces if they heard a temerian was fucking their empress. A filthy stupid nordling, according to the whispers.

Soon, he reached the throne room, it was empty except for the empress.

"I dismissed the guards"

"You might be in danger"

"I can take of myself" Ciri muttered, brows frowned

Ciri hated being underestimated... especially by people she knew, even if Vernon came from a view that he wants her safe. On the other hand it made her warm, happy to feel someone she could now rely on.

They met in the middle of the throne room, Vernon wrapped his arms around his lover, who in returned cupped his scarred face.

Briefly, their lips met. It had been while since they've seen each other.

"I've missed you" Ciri spoke as she broke the kiss.

"I've missed you too"

#the witcher 3 #ciri x vernon roche #cirilla fiona elen riannon #vernon roche #witcher ciri #cirilla of cintra #the witcher #the witcher vernon roche #fanfic #Roche x Ciri #Vernonciri

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Another event where no one cares about the unfortunate Roche/Ciri… Everyone has canceled this ship, everyone hates it, no one is interested in it. He is a stupid joke for everyone to laugh at.

What

Vernon Roche needs to get around more. This event seeks to remedy that.

There are two options you can pick from, a more traditional version with three prompt choices, and one with a specified type of ship.

You don't have to follow them in the order of which they are numbered. You may also create your own prompts and if you have ideas of your own that you would like to execute, do edit the cards as you deem please.

When

The participation period is from Sat, 22 March to Mon, 22 April 2024.

How

ONE | Get Your Card Click this link to get to the templates and cards.

Alternatively you may message the blog with details of your pairings or prompts of choice, and we can generate a card for you. It may take up to 3 days for you to get a response.

TWO | Create Once your creation is finished, be sure to tag this blog @vrsos so that your post can be reblogged. Do tag responsibly.

THREE | Join the Collection An AO3 collection will be created in the near future. If you provide a link to the work in your account, it will be added to the collection.

Rules

For the purposes of this event, the characters involved have to be sentient. A ship with Roche and his hat will not count, BUT if his hat comes to life, it’s fine.

The relationship between the characters must be romantic, sexual or both.

For ships that involve 3 or more parties, it will count as long as 1 of the characters (excluding Roche) fulfils the criteria.

The content you create must be original. Evidence of plagiarism will result in a blacklist.

Be a decent person. If you don’t like a ship, skip over it and move on. Anyone who harrasses another creator or leaves negative comments about their choice of pairing, will be blacklisted.

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The Long Night Three Years Anniversary

With extracts from Nothing Burns As Bright As You by Ashley Woodfolk

#he died for the sake of his beloved #but still bad for some #because of the age difference

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𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 —  favorite pairing. ❝ when i take the seven kingdoms, i need you by my side. ❞ | daenerys targaryen × jorah mormont.

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🐉 Daenerys x Jorah Marriage 🐻 My second art of them, I really loved to draw it. I wanted to try a new style with the hair and try again a semi realistic style.

#jorah x daenerys #daenerys targaryen #game of thrones #daenerys #jorah mormont #dany x jorah #Go hell Dany x Ciri #Anti ciri's harem

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Fallen Angel and Bastard are a wonderful couple.

"Is this... a marriage proposal?"

#beautiful art #gorgeous art #this is great #CirillaxVernon #cirvran/cirys is shit

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@valandhirwriter has once again proved to the whole fandom that he is just a stupid incompetent without brains, capable only of hating Roche/Ciri because he is too stupid to understand this ship.

(It is impossible to be friends with Voorhis/Ciri/Cerys fans. I make pictures for them, and they pay me for it by hating Roche/Ciri. They're just all hypocritical rats.)

#ciri #cirilla fiona elen riannon #cirilla #tw3 #Cirvran #Cirys