#I think Adrien would just simply perish

[asukiess]

Marinette in those tights that look like cats

#that’s all that’s the post #need to draw this #I think Adrien would just simply perish #miraculous ladybug

[arthur-rex]

thelonewendwater + artorius

Starter for @thelonewendwater​

3rd thread now in the unofficial artorius x mariela trilogy, haha 

The Druids break camp early in the morning, just as the first of the winter’s snow begins to fall softly from the heavens above. 

The men, women and children cover their heads with thick woven shawls, aware of the power of the elements in a way Artorius and Mariela could not be. A noble upbringing meant roaring fires in hearths, and servants to ensure their chambers were kept warm. The rough life of the wandering people of the Old Ways is unfamiliar to them.

The same elderly lady who Artorius had helped earlier with her food cart approaches the man, providing the couple with scarves of their own. Spun herself, for her children long perished in the Purges. Artorius accepts his shawl hesitantly, feeling a deep sense of guilt festering within. His fingers tremble as he holds onto the rough woollen fabric. Perhaps he’d held the lady’s children thus, in the dungeons of his past, breaking the bones of their hands under orders of the King. For torture loosened tongues, and the knights were able to locate more of a persecuted people following such barbaric practices. 

Once upon a time, Artorius did everything in his power to hunt down the people who now offer him sanctuary.

He looks over to his wife-to-be, banishing the demons in his mind with a small smile. Wrapping her shawl around her neck, and over her waves of cascading brown hair, the former prince leans in, kissing her gently. 

“Well, you do make for a stunning druid woman. I am honoured to have you by my side.”

Smiling at her response, he takes her hand, shifting the weight of a carrycase of tent poles and fabric upon his back.

Thankfully, Harmonia and her assorted female friends are nowhere to be seen. Since the Catha himself had now declared them to be wed, perhaps the nymphs had given up on their seduction of the exiled Pendragon? Artorius certainly hopes so. It may be he still needs to earn the respect of these people, but the Catha’s word seemed binding on the people, and Harmonia, daughter of Cadmus would not dare go openly against the words of the elders.

The months pass. 

The druids continue to travel on, across field and stream and woodland, as the green landscape slowly turns into one of white snow and sky. At night, as they lie together, cuddled in their tent, Artorius is sure he can hear the mournful howls of the wolves, returning from the north where it is even colder still.

Uther’s raids grow more frequent, as the length of time of Artorius’ self-imposed exile grows. The magic of the druids helps conceal the camp, and Artorius is instructed to defend the women and children, should the knights break past the first line of defence. Thankfully, true bloodshed is rare. Arthur is leading the raids now, and his twin does not have the same ruthless bent on eradicating the magical community as Artorius once had. 

Arthur’s heart simply isn’t in it, and it shows.

Artorius is just glad he ends up not having to reveal himself to his twin, nor cross blades with his brother. He is not sure if he could handle such a confrontation. Not knowing all he does now, not wishing to place more burdens on his abandoned brother’s shoulders.

I will return one day. I will help you make things right. Artorius vows silently, reaching into his shirt and drawing forth the little wooden bear connected to a necklace of twined leather. He touches the head of the carved statue against his lips, thinking on the burden of duty that Arthur must now be facing. One of the druid men had shown the exiled prince how to make such craft during the evenings around the fire, and Artorius had made a new friend. Adrien, was his name.

Samheim comes and goes. Mariela and Artorius sit together around the bonfire, listening to the stories, to the chanting and blessing of the druids as they celebrate the time-honoured festival. The idea of ghosts returning to the land of the living, even for one day, sticks fast in Artorius’ mind. At one point during the celebrations, he turns and looks at Mariela, stroking her palm lightly. Wondering if she too thought of her mother, lost to her at a tender age.

As the days shorten, and the snow begins to fall in earnest, talk of the Winter Solstice and the arrival of the travellers at the Great Stones of Nemeton gathers apace. Even the icy wind cannot hold back the enthusiasm of the children, who always seemed to grow excited around this time of the year - the crackling fire of the Yule log, the exchange of mistletoe, the giving of sweets and good wishes amongst family and friends.

There is even talk of a wedding to be held too. The promised union of Artorius Pendragon and Mariela Wendwater would accompany the festivities in the shadow of the sacred standing stones. The hope of light in the darkness, and the shift of the seasons would be epitomised in the formal recognition of their love.

#v. duality of fate #thelonewendwater #//there we go hope this is ok! #tw: torture #//brief mention only but its sadly something Artie was once known for #Artorius Pendragon

[amimons]

Miraculous Sweet-ember (Sept. 28th)

September 28th: Kwamibuster, Feast, & Reflekdoll

Kwamibuster was a close one for our two heroes. With both their Kwamis captured by Kwamibuster they were unable to transform into their super personas. Not only that but both their identities were threatened when Ms. Mendeleiev revealed that she encounters Plagg and Tikki inside the school. Marinette had a plan to resolve everything but it was an extremely risky one. To start she became Multimouse, a hero that and divide into tiny multiples of oneself. She then took all the miraculous in the miracle box and wield them at once. Master Fu warned her of the dangers of using more than one miraculous at once and that the human body wouldn’t be able to endear it. 

Even though she showed signs of exhaustion she handled it well. Marinette also needed to pretend to be a separate person from Ladybug to lessen the chance of her partner from discovered that Plagg wasn’t sneaking off alone in the school and Tikki was also with him. Marinette had the same train of thought but because she is so determined not to keep their reveal their secret identities it’s easier her to be convinced that Chat Noir isn’t a student at the school. They both knew they had to cover themselves, both coming up with their own solutions. Since Adrien is very to the point he simply came up with mistaking the school for an elementary school when referring to the situation. Marinette on the other hand fake being two people at once by combining the fox and mouse miraculous to make a mirage of Marinette handing over her miraculous to Ladybug prematurely. It goes to show how elaborate her plans are. Elaborate plans aren’t unusual for her but risking her safety to this degree isn’t something normal. Master Fu was extremely impressed at Marinette’s mental and physical strength to wear all the miraculous together at once. It’s never been done before and we should all be impressed. 

Feast had Fu’s past come back to bite him in the butt...um I guess literally. Feast was the result of Fu recklessly recklessly using the peacock miraculous. Since he used the miraculous for his personal gain the outcome was a horrific one. Because he feeling intense hatred towards the miracle box and hunger he ended up creating a sentimonster that devoured everything in sight with its targets on eating the miraculous. This is why the temple was destroyed leaving him the only survivor. Now that it was reawaken by Mayura Fu’s only solutions was to take the miraculous and run away. This meant taking Ladybug and Chat’s miraculous. 

So he took their miraculous back in the middle of the night while trying to out run Feast. Both Marinette and Adrien were devastated and not about to let go of their miraculous and kwamis without a fighting chance. So they took off after Fu becoming Paris’ new iconic duo: Biker Bug and Bananoir. Ladybug and Chat Noir no matter the appearance or the circumstances are alway determined to save the day. Fu learned just how dedicated they both are to being heroes and defeating Hawkmoth. Not only that but this proved how Marinette would make a good guardian. She made the right call to keep the miraculous and knew they had what it took to defeat Feast. And because Ladybug was able to cleanse the sentimonster that meant the temple was restored and all the monks who perished during the event was brought back. 

Reflekdoll is the Kwami Swap episode. I enjoyed how they demonstrated both heroes strengths and weaknesses through switching roles. Ladybug is the strategic in battle but must be unpredictable with her plans. She is constantly thinking outside of the box and assess the situations from many perspectives. Chat Noir is a spontaneous in battle but must rely on precision to perform cataclysm. Chat Noir needs to be quick with reactions but must narrow down his options to be exact. This is why Marinette is best suited for the Ladybug miraculous while Adrien is best suited for the Cat one. Switching miraculous helped both of them understand each others roles and why they perform they way they do. 

They didn’t swap brains so they weren’t automatically going to start thinking like each other. Being Lady Noire did not take away the fact that out of the both of them she is the strategist. The mirror lucky charm is a great example. Chat Noir aka Mister Bug is a straight forward thinker. I mean Lady Noire said it herself he is ‘simple straightforward guy while she comes up with convoluted plans.’ When he conjured a mirror and got exactly what he asked for his solution ended up being too obvious that it failed. Ladybug aka Lady Noire saw the possibilities for the lucky charm that Mister Bug couldn’t and found the solution. Meanwhile Lady Noire failed using cataclysm because she was too chaotic with it and someone who is mild manner like Adrien is needed to execute the ability. I’m happy we got to see that they both take on their own responsibilities and being together is necessary for success. 

About Sweet-ember:

For the month of September I wanted to spread some positivity and praise Miraculous Ladybug on the things I’ve appreciated/enjoyed from the show.

Everyday I’m going to select one particular moment, event, theme, etc. from an episode of Miraculous and shared what I liked from that episode. Each post will discuss 2-3 episodes (from season 1-3; 78 episodes in total).

Whether its something big or small there is something positive that I can take away from every single episode of Miraculous.

Please feel free to add a moment from these particular episodes that you loved to this post as well!

Salt towards the show, characters, ships will not be tolerated!

Sweet-ember posts

[1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] [16] [17]

[18] [19] [20] [21] [22] [23] [24] [25] [26] [27] [28] [29] [30] [31]

#miraculous ladybug #ml sugar #ml sweet-ember #kwami swap #Kwamibuster #Feast #Reflekdoll #mine

[nobodyfamousposts]

BURN THE WITCH! Part 4

It took more time than it should have to lose the akuma and her followers. Partly because of the shoes and the disguise as a whole doing more to slow her down than it did to protect her. Mostly because of just how many people were currently after her—and wow, was it a lot!

But she had managed to not only escape with life and hair intact (despite the attempts of the damn hairnet), but also find a place to hide until the akuma was dealt with.

From what she had observed, the akuma’s effects were carried by hearing her speak from that scroll of hers. Almost immediately after spouting off something else from the “list”, anyone within earshot would join the increasing number of minions, even if they had just been trying to run away moments prior. It was like the akuma could incite anger in anyone…self-righteous anger, and all of it specifically targeted at Lila.

She was going to have words with Hawk Moth about this. If he had an akuma able to enthrall people like this, why hadn’t he given it to her? She could have made much better use of it than Rose, of all people. Now he had an akuma solely focused on revenge instead of the masterpiece Lila could have been. Honestly, she would have Ladybug and Chat Noir defeated by now!

As it was, Lila had to survive. And to do so, she had to make do with her own skills.

Fortunately, the akuma’s reach—while growing—was only as far as people could hear her. Which made the boat at the Seine a perfect place to hide out.

Especially since the old woman and her son living there were easily drawn in.

“It’ll be all right, lass. You’re safe here.” The woman said, reassuringly. “We’ll man the gunnery if any of those fools try anything. They can’t get to you here.”

“Thank you! I just…I just don’t know why this would happen.” Lila gave another well timed but ultimately fake sob into her hands.

“Don’t worry.” The guy—a teenager, and not a bad looking one, either—rested a hand on her shoulder. “Ladybug and Chat Noir will fix this soon enough.”

Lila forced herself to smile. “I hope they do.”

If only because this was the one akuma she didn’t want to see win. Otherwise, she would fully be cheering for their demise. Possibly with popcorn.

Assuming she wasn’t the one doing it herself, of course.

“Luka, keep an eye out in case someone followed her here.” The woman ordered.

“On it.” Luka, apparently, guided Lila to the couch to rest before he moved to another part of the room. The woman took a pair of binoculars to one of the windows, trying to peer through them to see further into the distance.

Lila sighed and was preparing to finally relax.

“Why is the akuma after you, anyway?” He asked while grabbing something from the corner.

To her credit, Lila did acknowledge that Marinette had at least tried to help her. And surely the girl who helps everyone would want to continue to be of use. Even if she wouldn’t necessarily like what Lila was currently using her for.

But in Lila’s defense, Marinette DID shove her in a closet.

“I was helping with a friend’s charity work and some money went missing. There was a huge fight over it today and one of my classmates tried to blame me for the loss.”

“That’s horrible.”

“I know!” Lila continued, hiding a smile. “Rose is kind, but she is so forgetful that she could have lost the money anywhere. Then Marinette took advantage of the opportunity to claim I did it.”

Luka paused at that. “What?”

Lila nodded, mournfully. “She’s been against me from the first day I started school.”

Technically true.

“She’s been bullying me, calling me names, trying to convince everyone I’m a liar.”

Also technically true.

“I’m sure she was happy to paint me as the villain today, and everyone believed her.” Lila proclaimed with a little sob. “Nobody would even listen to me! Then Rose got mad and became an akuma, and Marinette left me to perish!”

“That doesn’t sound like Marinette.”

Immediately, all thoughts halted as she realized her mistake.

These two knew Marinette.

Okay, no big deal. She can just spin it.

“That was what I thought, too. But she showed her true colors when I tried to make friends with her! I even offered to help her with her crush on Adrien. But she’s just so jealous.” Lila insisted, laying on the charm and tears. “She’s been telling everyone such horrible things about me.”

Luka’s frown only increased though.

“She hasn’t mentioned you to me.”

She shook her head. “Then I’m sorry, but it seems you don’t know her that well.”

“What are you talking about?” The mother demanded, confused and annoyed. “That girl comes over here all the time. She’s a wonderful girl and a wonderful friend to our daughter.”

Wait…daughter?

The boy narrowed his eyes at her in suspicion.

“Where was Juleka in all this, if what you’re saying is true?”

“She wasn’t there.” Lila said, thinking quickly. Better not to implicate their daughter or try to throw her under the bus if they were getting suspicious already. “I know if she had been, things could have worked out. She’s such a good friend, and would never think badly of me.”

But Luka only looked angrier. He held up a remote.

“Then why is she with the mob?”

Lila spun in surprise at the sudden blast of sound. It turned out that the thing he had grabbed before was the remote to the television. Which was on—if muted during Lila’s story-telling.

On the screen, the akuma was standing in front of the Eiffel Tower reading from her list. The video showed Witch Hunter and her followers in full detail. Including Juleka.

Juleka, whom Lila was now realizing had to be the daughter and sister of the two in the room with her.

“She’s been influenced by the akuma! It’s her power.” Lila explained hastily.

But Luka chose to ignore her in favor of unmuting the television, which showed the akuma speaking and reading more of Lila’s crimes from the list. The scroll almost seemed to glow momentarily before she started to read.

“This just in! The Witch just tried to turn two innocents against Marinette and even their own family member. She lied about the cause of the fight! And this is after she already tried to sacrifice Marinette to save her own skin!”

Both mother and son froze at that.

“WHAT?!”

And as if it couldn’t get worse for her, the news proceeded to play a video from earlier. One that Lila had not realized was being recorded at the time.

It showed in full detail the inopportune moment where Lila shoved Marinette out from behind their shared hiding space and attempted to direct the mob’s anger onto the clumsy girl.

Slowly. Slowly…they both turned on her, furious.

“It’s not what it looks like!” She tried to claim. “She was already part of the mob and I was trying to get away from her. I was in danger!”

The two glared at her, clearly not buying it.

It seemed Lila had made a miscalculation as to the limits of the akuma’s range of influence.

Or perhaps it was just that she hadn’t counted on her would-be rescuers being family to one of her classmates.

The woman glowered at her. Without even looking, she grabbed a sword off of the mantle and pointed it at Lila with a ferocity she hadn’t seen before. In that moment, she appeared every bit the pirate she had previously been pretending to be.

“Make her walk the plank!” She yelled.

“We don’t have a plank, mom.” Luka growled, seeming downright disappointed by the fact.

“Then throw her overboard!”

It seemed her sanctuary was short-lived.

_____________________

“Kettle corn! Ready-to-cook over a fire kettle corn!”

Marinette sighed. “Master, not you, too.”

The man cheerfully sold a container to a customer, completely disregarding the problem as well as Marinette’s presence.

“Master Fu, please! The akuma is influencing everyone! Even Tikki is affected! And if I don’t do something soon, they’re going to burn Lila at the stake!”

The man gave her a blank stare.

“And what part of that is supposed to be the problem?” He asked.

“See? He gets it!” Tikki chirped.

“Sometimes, Marinette, an infected bud must be pruned for other flowers to grow.” Fu stated calmly as he imparted his wisdom.

“But flowers aren’t people!”

“It’s a metaphor.”

“Flowers don’t scream when you prune them!” Marinette shouted.

Tikki floated up to her chosen, trying to calm her. “Marinette, sometimes an akuma can actually be a good thing! Remember Bubbler?”

Marinette just gave her a dry look. “You mean when you lectured me for stopping Chloe from kissing Adrien, said it was an abuse of my powers, and emphasized doing the right thing? Remember that? The right thing? The moral choice that involves NOT letting people die just because you don’t like them?”

“This girl has been an obstacle to you and an ally to Hawk Moth.” Fu pointed out. “Would it not be better to simply let her be removed?”

She moaned. Honestly, it annoyed her when Tikki or Fu lectured her and had to be the voice of reason and morals she was pushed to adhere to rather than the support she needed in the moment. But this wasn’t support. It was just life throwing more temptation at her by having two of the people whose moral compasses she trusted pushing her to not care!

Give her a break, life! She’s having a hard enough time as it is!

"No!” She insisted. “I need the Dragon miraculous to stop this akuma! So please, help me!" 

"Another time perhaps, now is the time for popcorn!"

Marinette glared, put off at the way Fu ignored her to sell another container of popcorn to a customer.

Might as well try to take advantage of the situation though. While Fu was distracted, Marinette attempted to reach around him for the gramophone.

Fu slapped her hand.

She grabbed her hand in surprise before looking at him with a pout.

Master Fu didn’t even react.

She growled.

“Okay, that’s it!”

Later, Marinette decided as she picked up one of the pans, she would let herself feel bad for this.

Much later.

#ml fic #witch hunter #lila sucks #marinette dupain cheng #tikki #luka couffaine #anarka couffaine #master fu #poor marinette #marinette is done #rose lavillant #is there anyone sane left?

[fanfictionlive]

Watchmen fanfic

‘Dr. Manhattan. How nice to see you. I was hoping to have a word with you.’

Osterman replies ‘Adrien, I don't have much time to chat right no..’

‘About your body.’

It was at this moment that Manhattan’s interest was beyond superficial formality. ‘What do you mean?’

Emboldened by Manhattan's curiosity, Adrien continued. ‘It's always bothered me that after your incident, you simply didn’t perish. Tell me, Jon, do you know exactly HOW it is you survived?’

Both unfamiliarity and discomfort had come over Manhattan; a feeling he had not felt in a long time. ‘Adrien, you know I've stopped thinking about such things I..'

‘It boggled my own intellect. That I am known as the world's smartest man could not even imagine such an event. Even after meeting you in person, I was determined to find your secret.'

‘Adrien I don't think..’

‘I'M NOT FINISHED!’

Dr. Manhattan, feeling further fear yet curiosity, allowed Adrien to continue.

‘I travelled the world to find my answer until I found myself in Egypt, coincidentally the home of my namesake. It was in Cairo where I believe that I had finally found it.’

‘Adrien, what are you talking about?’ asked Manhattan, visibly annoyed at Veidt’s meandering.

‘I found myself in possession of a strange arrow. It was a verrrry peculiar arrow. It was then that I remembered what your friend, Wally Weaver, wrote in his discarded notes.’

Recalling his very last moment of sharp pain and the familiarity of which Adrien spoke, ‘What are you talking about, Adrien?, he repeated.

‘In his notes, he wrote that he could have sworn at the very last moment before you disintegrated, that he saw something shot towards your neck, and that he was almost positive he saw blood.’

‘What do you know?’ asked Manhattan, uncharacteristically flustered.

‘Tell me, Jon, you wouldn’t happened to have found a strange arrowhead at any point before your accident, would you have? More importantly, haven't you ever wondered how an ordinary human like myself, can catch bullets?!’

In that same instant, a golden, muscular yet ethereal figure appeared behind Adrien and punched Manhattan square in the face. A sensation of pain washed over him; a sensation he had thought he would never feel again.

‘It was just as I thought! You see, Dr. Manhattan, all you are is a psychic manifestation of yourself!!! Now that I've unlocked your secret, I, OzymanDIO, will surpass even you!!! Now, THE WORLD, stop time itself!!’

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#fan fiction #writing #fanfiction #tv show #series #movie #fan #write

[ilonavic]

I was tagged by the very beautiful people; @queenofkadaara​, @holy-squirrel-of-death​, @lithialetheia​ and @vattgherncirilla​. Thank you loves! ❤

RULES: 1. answer the new questions given by the previous person 2. write 11 new questions 3. tag 11 people 

Though the questions are quite many now, so I’ll sadly have to get rid of a few if they are too similar or if I feel I have answered them before. :’( 

i. what words would you use to describe your aesthetics?

This blog (@ilonavic) is extremely chaotic. My sideblog @silly-witcher-quotes​ is mainly filled with quotes. So as I have no aesthetics there, a blog of my wish, or for me personally, would be autumn aesthetic. I will explain why, and further, down there. 🍂

ii. favorite tea flavor?

Chai tea! ☕️  It tastes like Christmas, and works for autumn as well.

iii. favorite time period? why?

For personal interest, and because I live in the center of it, I’ve always been fascinated with either the Viking age or the 1600s in Sweden. My father is not Swedish, but my mother is, and we can trace her lineage back thus far. Meaning, I learned runic script when I was little in school, how to translate Nordic language (the common tongue for all Scandinavia at the time) into modern Swedish, as well as my personal connection via relatives to this place, is the reason for my interest I think. My hometown, and the town next to it, plus a town called Uppsala a few miles from here, were the 3 biggest cities during the Viking age in all of the Nordic countries. As my tour guide once said; we have more rune stones, ruins and old graves than the entirety of Norway and Finland has combined. It’s hard NOT to be interested in it then. 🌲🌾

iv. name of your first plushie / stuffed animal? do you still have it? and while we are at it, do you still have plushies?

My first plushie was a brown bear I called Bamse. Of course I still have all of my plushies, I just tucked them away many years ago, but I wouldn’t have the heart to throw them away. 🐻

v. what color do you wear the most?

Black mostly, occasionally burgundy or any dark colors. 👒 

vi. most emotional fictional moment? can be from video games, books, movies, etc.

I rarely ever cry in movies, but (and without any spoilers) I was most touched during the ending of The Book Thief, King Kong and The Pianist. (when I say ‘touched’ I mean ‘I literary cried rivers for an entire day’)

vii. if you could make one fictional character real, which one would you pick?

I’d make Regis real, he would bless all of us, I’d ask him to help my friends, comfort them and give his loyal support, as well as wonderful advice. 

viii. Who’s your favorite celebrity and why?

Adrien Brody. He’s been my favorite actor since I was 7, and he still is. Because once I do find a person who I really admire for several reasons, I rarely let them go. And Adrien is not just an excellent, underrated, actor who gives great performance in all of his movies - but he’s also a wise, generous and very artistic person. If I had more money, I’d buy one of his beautiful paintings.  

ix. What’s your favorite weather?

This --> ☔️💦☁️  (and fog) 

x. What do you think happens after death?

I’m not sure. But I believe that a person consists of the material; meaning, a human heart, a body, muscles and veins that eventually will grow old and stop pumping. But we also have a soul, which is the immaterial, our personality, memory, who we are essentially. That part cannot grow old because it doesn’t consist of anything material. So when we die, our bodies perish, but our human souls lives on. I think these are what we refer to as “ghosts” or “spirits”, and most simply stay in the material world to watch over loved ones as guardian angels, or moves on, and are perhaps born again into a new body? 

xi. What do you do when you’re sad?

I let myself be sad for a while, close myself in, isolate myself and cries for as long as I’d like. After a night’s sleep, I’m always better the next day. If I don’t feel like crying, but are sad nonetheless, I cuddle with my doggy. 🐶

xii. Which taste do you like best: sweet, salty, sour, bitter or spicy?

Salty I think, though I really like spices, but not TOO spicy. I’d like to enjoy the food without my tongue burning off. 

xiii. Which song describes you the best?

“Old Money” by Lana Del Rey. 

xiv. Do you like classical music? Who’s your favorite composer?

I LOVE classical music, like nothing else. My favorite composer is Tchaikovsky.

xv. In which city would you like to live?

Somewhere in Ireland, it’s very beautiful and it rains a lot, which I love. 

xvii. Who’s the person you desire to meet currently?

Many! I’d like to meet my Witcher squad first of all. Poland is very near so I’d love to meet my loves Sara and Fran, but I’d like to meet my cousin in Hungary too as well as my uncle in Switzerland. ✈️

xviii. What’s your favorite profession?

I would’ve loved to be an historian, an author, an astronaut, a professor or a scientist if my grades would’ve been better. Being an actress was my first dream. But it’s too difficult and I’m not a good enough actor to succeed. 

xix. Who’s the person you admire the most?

My maternal grandmother, she is more alike me than both of my parents. She’s always so cheerful, supportive, generous and kind. A great great woman. 

xx. If you could be a fictional character which movie, book or videogame would you like to be in?

Either Game of Thrones or The Witcher, of course. If I lived in The Witcher, I’d literary run around trying to find all my favorite characters and befriend them. (aka fangirl, start crying and asking them for their autographs) 

xxi. what’s your favorite game and why?

For nostalgic reasons, I’d say Skyrim. Currently it’s The Witcher and The Sims, but Skyrim was my original first love. (Dragon Age pretty good too) I’ve played Mass Effect, but I got a little bored. Which is a shame, cos it was really expensive... Maybe I just haven’t gotten to the good bits yet. 

xxii. why do you have tumblr?

Originally I created it after I fell in love with Regis’ character, then found @bryd-one-brere​ and @vaporeox​ blogs on Tumblr, that got me into it. Now I’m here for the fandom, for posting GIFS and other stuff. 

xxiii. what do you think about this war between Team Triss and Team Yen people?

Not sure. I don’t dislike or hate any character, I appreciate Sapkowski’s handiwork, but I think there are much more interesting subjects to debate than who Geralt should choose. 

xxiv. which team are you: Triss or Yen and why?

I was team Yennefer before I even read the books. I didn’t know much about any character, but I never trusted Triss, I had this feeling about her, she seems untrustworthy, and now I know why of course. Yennefer is very loyal and independent, I think she’s a unique female character we haven’t seen much before. Their conversations are also much more natural and unforced, I think Yennefer and Geralt are yin and yang, they are mirror reflections of each other. 

xxv. which character (from book, game, movie) you appreciate the most?

I appreciate complex, difficult characters a lot. Everything Sapkowski’s ever written is appreciated, such as Eredin and Avallac’h, but I also like Booker DeWitt from Bioshock. 

xxvi. what’s your favorite meal? describe it!

Pickled herring, raw spiced salmon with dill, potatoes and sour cream along with root beer or snaps.  

xxvii. have you met someone on tumblr? If u did, tag him/her here!

Not yet :( But I plan to!

xviii. which season is your favorite?

AUTUMN. 🍁🍂🍄 (lol the road I live on is even called mushroom-forest-road)

xxix. who’s your spirit animal?

Queen Freya. I can relate to no other character from any film/game better than her. ❄️  #5/10 movie #but 10/10 characters

xxx.  What do you think of me? Tell meh tha truth! (@vattgherncirilla​)

I luurv you! I think you’re very easy to talk to, I feel like I can talk about anything with you without feeling judged for it. You’re very open-minded, fun and spirited which I love. You’re even cuter on Skype when we spoke, and I think it’s SO COOL that you dance ballet as well as your major expertise in Gwent. ❤ 

my questions: 

i. what is your happiest and saddest memory? ii. what/who is your most precious possession or person in your life?  iii. what character describes you the most? iv. favorite time period? why? v. favorite meal? vi. what profession will you most likely work as? vii. name of your favorite song? viii. what is your favorite season/weather? ix. why did you originally join Tumblr? x. what movie/game/book has made the most impact on you? xi. what do you wish would disappear from the world?

I’m tagging: @lenkalost @silnaniewinna @coeurouge @vernon-roche @shadanakara @flotosartblog @cirillach @dandelionandbuttercup @ferelden-doglord @lunedin @aledbr only if you want to do it ofc!

#tag #jeeze this was a long post #sorry everyone #i tried to short it down