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the-raging-tempest · 3 months

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Commander as Companion - Camp Banter

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Lariel: “Zrise! Do you remember when you nearly knocked yourself unconscious swinging a branch calling yourself ‘Sir Wi-‘“

Zrise: “Never. Happened.”

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Lariel: “Because I knew I’d miss you, before I left home I packed up your childhood friend, Honey-“

Zrise: “*loudly whispered* Shut up! Everyone can hear you!”

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Zrise: “I said I’m fine. Leave me alone! You’re such a pest!”

Lariel: “Oh… I just thought that… nevermind…”

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Zrise: “I know you look down on me and my Goddess. You wear your contempt on your face.”

Lariel: “I would never look down on you, brother. I just… I worry for you.”

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Lariel: “Do you still like to have a sugar cube after your medicine?”

Zrise: “Pff No! I haven’t done that since I was a child!”

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Lariel: “I’ve seen the way you look at the Commander and-“

Zrise: “What now. Unasked for advice? From you of all people. What is between us is none of your concern.”

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Zrise: “I don’t like how the Commander speaks to you...”

Lariel: “It’s nothing. They’re a good person. I assure you.”

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Lariel: “I wish to make food tonight. Do you have a request?”

Zrise: “It all tastes the same to me. Do whatever you want.”

Zrise: “Of course Kraler came crawling. It’s in his name. Worm of a man.”

Lariel: “I’m not fond of him but… perhaps he didn’t know the truth…”

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Lariel: “You never told me much about your life in the clergy. Did you go on adventures like this before?”

Zrise: “Uh… no. I mean sure we traveled, but it was nothing like this…”

Zrise: “I have heard whispers around that most people think us unrelated by blood. That we are too different, hah.”

Lariel: “We know the truth. That’s what matters. There’s no need to listen to those don’t bother asking.”

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Zrise: “We really are the black sheep now... Black swans living up to our name...”

Lariel: “For the better. I’d rather stand beside you in shadow, than alone in the light.”

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Lariel: “Just because someone is rude does not mean they deserve to die.”

Zrise: “You’re preaching to the choir… If being rude got you killed I’d already be dead.”

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Lariel: “Arue, I wish I had known you earlier in my life. Perhaps I would not have felt so alone.”

Arueshalae: “I am glad we didn’t meet before, I would have used that loneliness against you. But I’m glad to have met you at all.”

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Zrise: “Arueshalae, you have such a haunted look in your eyes. Come here, let me and my Goddess comfort you.”

Arueshalae: “Stop it, Zrise. You don't seem to care what danger I am to you...”

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Camellia: “It’s plainly obvious you are hiding something. Let me be your confidant. We have so much in common already. I can even tell you my deepest secret.”

Lariel: “My truth is not something I can freely share. If I could tell you Camellia I would… I’m sorry.”

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Camellia: “Next time you rip one of those cultists apart give me fair warning. It’s disgusting.”

Zrise: “Is that really so? Are you sure it’s not so you can come close to get a better look?”

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Camellia: “It must have been nice. Going to all those balls and parties. So many… willing participants.”

Zrise: “Not really. All it taught me was how to act like I can’t dance. Oh and how to get creative about escaping sloshed nobles.”

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Daeran: “And after that he was begging to be let out. Only problem was he was completely stark naked! So I opened the door and he was met by an entire crowd of… Lariel, why are you covering your ears?”

Lariel: “I regret asking to get to know you better…”

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Daeran: “I’ve heard that your family puts on quite the parties in Nerosyan. Should I be insulted I have yet to be invited to one?”

Zrise: “Let me remedy that Count. Accompany me. I'll make you the guest of honor.”

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Ember: “You know how to do braids? They look so pretty in your hair.”

Lariel: “Let me show you. Would you like some of my flowers?”

Ember: “You are always saying ‘Teacher’ in your sleep. Who was that?”

Lariel: “He was someone very dear to me. I miss him terribly… but I can never see him again…”

Ember: “All these people praying but their God never comes.”

Lariel: “If the gods could intervene would that even be for the better? The Wardstone turned out to be a duel sided knife… which my own Grandfather helped Iomedae forge…”

Zrise: “I find it so amusing that Hulrun burned a worthless creature like you. I guess you mattered so little he couldn't even be bothered to make sure he followed through with the job."

Ember: “He thought he was doing the right thing. Just like you.”

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Ember: “You don’t seem to fall asleep very easy. And you’re always up so early. I’ve heard you calling out to your mother in your dreams. You sound so sad and scared. Do you miss her?”

Zrise: “Quiet. Or I’ll finish the job Hulrun started.”

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Lariel: “You visit all these places and see such interesting people. I envy your life…”

Greybor: “Do not forget what I do girl. I’m not sightseeing just for the fun of it.”

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Greybor: “I respect your skill in killing, but why do it for free? With your talents you could make easy money working as an assassin.”

Zrise: “If you do what you love you’ll never work a day in your life… something like that.”

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Lann: “On one hand, you act nice. On the other, people are chasing after you. I can’t help but wonder if we are harboring some kind of criminal in our midst.”

Lariel: “I’m not…besides being a criminal isn’t all that bad. Aren’t escaped slaves also criminals? There are laws are worth breaking.”

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Lann: “The whole nature vs nurture debate seems pretty useless when I look at the two of you.”

Lariel: “Perhaps it’s about what we nurtured in ourselves, and our nature is what others seek to us against us.”

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Zrise: “Some advice, mutt. If you just embraced that tainted side of yourself you wouldn’t spend all your time moping and whining that no one likes you.”

Lann: “I don't want to know what you think 'embracing myself’ looks like.”

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Nenio: “Half-elf girl! Assist me in this experiment! I need ten eggs, an unopened bottle of wine, and a woven basket! Quickly!”

Lariel: “I was going to use those eggs.. I’m going to regret this… but I’ll do it, to make sure no one gets hurt…”

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Zrise: “Hey encyclopedia, just how much blood is in an average person?”

Nenio: “It’s Nenio, undead boy. The encyclopedia is my life’s work. How many times must I repeat this simple fact. To answer your question, for most humanoid life forms it’s approximately ten percent of their body weight.”

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Regill: "You seek too much external approval. It will only lead you astray and can be used to manipulate you. What if you were to seek approval from someone that sought to weaponize your naivety?"

Lariel: “Why would someone wish to use me? I’m afraid I don’t have much to offer…”

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Regill: "Your devotion to hedonistic desires threatens this entire campaign. It'll devour you in the end just as it does our foes. For your sake, you best hope we end this war before you are considered among their number."

Zrise: “I think I do you some good. If you continued in your own way you’d be so old and frail, I’d have to put you down out of the kindness of my heart.”

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Lariel: “Seelah, can you sing that tavern song for me again? The one about the unicorn and the maiden? I want to learn it!”

Seelah: “You want to hear me sing? Did I hear you correctly? You are requesting to hear my tone deaf voice? Alright, but if anyone complains I get to tell them it’s your fault!”

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Lariel: “When my brother was young, he’d go around and swing sticks saying he was a knight protecting me.”

Seelah: “Don’t go trying to make me feel sorry for him! I can’t wrap my head around him if I think about him as a kid.”

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Zrise: “Paladins and Inquisitors aren’t as different as you like to pretend, Champ. Someone's got to get their hands dirty to get anything done.”

Seelah: “Torturing and murdering people in the name of your Goddess. You're no better than a demon.”

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Lariel: “Shelyn is the goddess of beauty, but her brother is the god of torture and pain. Not all families ideals and beliefs align.”

Sosiel: “You speak the truth. But I find it hard to believe that someone would willing abandon those they love. Even the ruthless Zon-Kuthon now has a truce with his sister.”

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Zrise: "Wouldn’t you wish vengeance upon those who destroy shrines, temples, holy texts, irreplaceable things? Wouldn't you want them to suffer for what they did?"

Sosiel: “Sheyln teaches us to find beauty in everything, and the destruction of life is like losing a masterpiece. Each irreplaceable.”

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Ulbrig: “You’re too young for this war girl! Go back to your tribe. I signed up for killin’ demons not babysitting some magical mendevian brat!”

Lariel: “I don’t know where you got the impression anyone asked you to babysit me… I’d rather you didn’t…”

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Ulbrig: “You are all too eager to destroy. You don’t even care whose blood you’re spilling on the battlefield. Men like you end up in shallow graves.”

Zrise: “Awh are you worried for me? Or is it that you’ll faint at the sight of blood? Don’t worry old man, I’ll catch you.”

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Lariel: “You can’t have my food again. You don’t really seem to understand that I do out of kindness! I am not afraid of you!”

Wenduag: “Not afraid of me! Hah! You’ll be singing a different tune when you wake in the night with my hands wrapped around your pretty little throat.”

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Zrise: “You remind me of myself. Try to take it as a compliment, Kittycat.”

Wenduag: “Hah! Don't try to flatter yourself. What use is your kind? A species completely incapable of breeding on their own.”

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Woljif: “If I were you, and I had all that power, I would just give everyone who caused me trouble a good zap! Painful enough that they’d want to apologize!”

Lariel: “If theres someone giving you a hard time, I’m not above giving them a little shock on your behalf…”

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Woljif: “That guys a real piece of work! I feel like if I so much as look at him wrong he’d do things even Iomedae’s Inquisitor’s wouldn’t dream of!”

Lariel: “If he bothers you come find me. I’ll have words for him…”

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Woljif: “Why are you looking at me like that? It’s creepy! I didn’t do nothin’!”

Zrise: “I was wondering how many crimes you’d confess to once I start to drain you of your blood, brother Woljif.”

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Zrise: My sister once took pity on a street rat like you before. And I cut off his thieving fingers one by one for breaking her heart.

Woljif: Won’t touch her. Scratch that, I won’t go near her. I won’t even think about her. Lariel, who’s that? Never met her… ah ha

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Zrise: A follower of Calistria? Don’t make me laugh. You look like you’ve been nothing but stepped on your entire life. If you haven’t yet, you’ll never grow the spine it takes to strike back.

Woljif: Maybe… I’m just waiting for my perfect moment, you know? Not against you, of course inquisitor! I’m speaking… just uh hypothetically…

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Other characters about Lariel or Zrise:

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Sosiel: “I’m surprised the Commander let him get close enough to leave such a mark.”

Daeran: “I’m more shocked that someone could survive the encounter!”

#oc: lariel #oc: zrise #wip #my writing #the swans #lariel lore #Zrise lore #here we gooooo #saving kitties I guess LMAO #commander as companion #may I just say my two favs are #Seelah and Lariel #and Lann and Zrise

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sinnabee · 1 year

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oh...? looks like someone's up past their bedtime

#fnaf moon #fnaf: security breach #fnaf fanart #fnaf #fnaf sb #fnaf moondrop #you better watch out - you better watch out - yOU bEttER wATCH oUT -#anyway time to post my backlog of art #here we gooooo #my art #funky little jester boys

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blood-inthefields · 7 months

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Chapters: 1/5 Fandom: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tissaia de Vries & Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Characters: Tissaia de Vries, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Triss Merigold, Sabrina Glevissig, Keira Metz, Margarita Laux-Antille Additional Tags: No Medical Knowledge, Don't Try This At Home, tw: suicide attempt Summary:

When she finds Tissaia on the floor surrounded by her own blood, Yennefer’s first instinct is to run to her, so she does. Her knees sink to the floor and she wails, cradling Tissaia’s body, hovering over her as if to shield her from harm. But the harm is done, and Tissaia’s the culprit, and Yennefer curses her name.

#Yennaia #Tissaia de Vries #Yennefer of Vengerberg #The Witcher #Fanfic #HERE WE GOOOOO #I couldn't resist because I'm weak af

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angie-long-legs · 13 days

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"No one touches what's mine."

prompt from @hazbinned

cont. from here

Of course it wouldn't last.

That was the first thought to cross Angel's mind as he was confronted by his owner, seething with fury as the truth lay bare before them.

Of course it wouldn't last. Of course it had to be ruthlessly shattered in front of him, just like every other beautiful thing he'd ever had the privilege of calling his own.

Had he been an idiot to hope that maybe it would? To wish that somehow, through some Heavenly miracle, the pure bliss of falling in love would fill the rest of his eternity? Perhaps he was an idiot. In the cold light of day, he had to be. This was Hell. And since he had first set foot down here, every hope he had known had come crashing down around him as that gloating inner voice told him he was stupid for expecting anything else.

But he had been so, so careful. He was well aware of how dangerous it would be for Valentino to find out about his relationship with Husk, and he did his damndest to hide it. But Val knew Angel. He could tell something had shifted, that this wasn't the same Angel Dust whose strings he could so easily pull to get exactly what he wanted. So, when Angel had been called into his dressing room unexpectedly, the dread that washed over him was a mere omen of the misery to come.

The room was completely ransacked. Every drawer upturned, clothes strewn everywhere, makeup spilling over the lurid flooring to form ugly stains the colour of bruises. The moth demon was calm, statuesque even - utterly juxtaposed against the chaos of his surroundings. He did not so much as look up from his phone as Angel entered the room - he simply began reading aloud from it. And then Angel's heart dropped.

That was his phone.

They were texts between him and Husk.

In that moment, Angel conceded that he was fucked. He had lost the fight before it had even started. He was used to Valentino's anger, his spontaneous temper tantrums, and petty fury. But this was no such rage. This meant something. This was harrowing.

"Val, it ain't how it looks," Angel started, quiet with fear and instinctively backing away. Yeah, that old cliché, he thought, furious at his own mind as it short-circuited from sheer blind panic, utterly useless in thinking of a single believeable lie. He smiled benignly - his only weapon in this battle. A wooden sword against a rhinestoned revolver.

"It was just a- a fling! It ain't serious, ya gotta believe me!"

#here we gooooo #hazbinned #hazbinned valentino rp

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rosehathawhey · 3 months

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#HERE WE GOOOOO #the young and the restless #chance and summer #summance #summer newman #chance chancellor #chance x summer #allison lanier #conner floyd #y&r #yredit #soapedit #soaps #my gifs #he knows #she knows he knows #absolutely everyone else knows #please let them kiss soon

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dindjarindiaries · 1 year

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HAPPY MANDALORIAN EVE

#HERE WE GOOOOO #41 minutes of din djarin ✨✨✨✨✨#the mandalorian

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hinny-canons · 9 months

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@corneliaavenue-ao3 ‘s Several Sunlit Daylights

Debut: Stay Beautiful

Making paper chains for Christmas was always a long, but fun task. Ginny always took responsibility for it and she never used magic to make them.

She got all of her materials and set them out on the table and got to work.

Her work was stopped short when Harry entered the room and saw what she was doing. “Hey, Gin,” he said. “What are you making?”

“Paper chains,” she said, looking up at him. “I just started making them.”

“That’s nice. Do you need any help?”

Usually, Ginny would say no, since she liked to do it by herself. But this was Harry. She’d do anything to spend time with Harry.

She scooted over on the floor to make some room for him. “You can make them with me,” she smiled.

Harry grinned. “Great! You’re gonna have to tell me how first, though.”

She told him how to do it quickly and he caught on pretty quick. She came to realize that Harry was a fast learner.

“So, you’ve never made any Christmas decorations before?” Ginny asked, making a conversation.

“No, the Dursleys weren’t too big on making them yourself when they could just buy it.”

“They sound like no fun.”

“They weren’t fun at all. That’s why I like it here better, it’s more lively and happy.” Ginny was so happy to hear that Harry felt comfortable at the Burrow. He deserved to have a safe place. “And I love spending time with you and Ron.”

Hearing him say that he loved to spend time with her, made her heart flutter. Not to mention he was looking at her rather tenderly, his eyes like a jungle she could get herself lost in.

Ginny just smiled at him. “I love spending time with you as well. I think I’ve gotten to know you better recently.”

“Yeah, it’s been nice. However, I will never forget the time you had a crush on me and wrote me poems,” he smirked.

“Oh, please, forget it!” Ginny groaned. “It was the most embarrassing moment of my life, my poem about you read in front of everyone!”

“It was rather cute.”

Ginny looked at him. She couldn’t believe he thought it was cute! Eleven-year-old Ginny would die if she heard that. Fifteen-year-old Ginny however just has butterflies in her stomach.

“I’m glad you think that and never said it to my little self out loud. She would have died.”

Harry laughed. “No, it was a nice gesture. Most girls at school just like me because I’m the Chosen One, or whatever. None of them have said my eyes are as green as fresh pickled toads.”

Ginny stared at him in astonishment. “You still remember it!”

“Of course, I do! I still have the poem in my bag.”

Okay, Ginny didn’t know how much more of this she could take before falling head over heels for Harry Potter!

They continued making the paper chains when Ginny started talking again. “For the record, I don’t think girls only like you because you’re the Chosen One.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I’ve heard the way the girls talk about you in the Common Room. They usually gush about how pretty you are or how sweet you are.”

Ginny saw the slight blush rise on his cheeks. “Really? Well, that’s new.”

Ginny looked at the way he smiled and got back to the paper chains. She knew he was very pretty and that he needed to hear it from someone. His hair is perfect, everyone knows that. His eyes are Ginny’s favourite colour. His smile is like the radio.

Does he know? Will he ever know?

“Well, I think you’re beautiful, Harry,” she blurted out.

Harry’s eyes lit up as he looked at her. “Thank you.” If his cheeks were red before, they were definitely red now. “I, uh…I think you’re beautiful as well. Very beautiful.”

Ginny felt like she was gonna melt in a puddle of happiness with how softly he was looking at her.

She wanted him to stay beautiful like this, looking at her like she was a treasure.

#hinny #hinny fanfiction #harry x ginny #HERE WE GOOOOO

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