#Yurga

[hanzajesthanza]

you know what sapkowski does really well in the witcher that doesn’t really get talked about? the minor characters. the guys that show up once and never again.

looking at how the short stories are structured, the people geralt interacts with are not just placeholder characters who seem incredibly shallow when held to our main characters. they seem just as “real” as the rest of the characters. they have their own lives and motivations, they’re part of the living world. and the way that i know it’s done well is that i don’t even notice it. i don’t even question it. he made coming up with these background characters look easy and natural like they’ve always existed there in this world and aren’t the work of intentional creation.

there’s entire B-plots going on in the background that have little relevance in the long run but are so important to the enjoyment of the story. coocoodak has a wife he ignores. chireadan’s kin errdil and his wife live in an abandoned inn which they’re fixing up. sh’eenaz has girlfriends. freixenet was a fucking cormorant and his sister has consumption.

#thinking abt this bc the hardest part of writing a canon compliant fic is coming up with ocs #it makes me think so much about the strangers we meet in our lives and spent a day or week with and will never see again #literally everything hinges on yurga (and goldencheeks hehe) and nary a word is said about him 😥 #analysis #txt #the witcher books

[trucbiduleschouettes]

He saw the girl suddenly start, run… He heard her shrill, piercing cry.

‘Geralt!’

The Witcher turned away from his horse with a swift, agile movement and ran to meet her. Yurga stared open-mouthed. He had never thought a man could move so quickly.

They came together in the centre of the farmyard. The mousy-haired girl in a grey dress. And the white-haired Witcher with a sword on his back, all dressed in black leather, gleaming with silver. The Witcher bounding softly, the girl trotting, the Witcher on his knees, the girl’s thin hands around his neck, the mousy hair on his shoulders. Goldencheeks shrieked softly. Yurga hugged his rosy-cheeked wife when she cried out softly, pulling her towards him without a word, and gathered up and hugged both boys.

‘Geralt!’ the little girl repeated, clinging to the Witcher’s chest. ‘You found me! I knew you would! I always knew! I knew you’d find me!’

‘Ciri,’ said the Witcher.

Yurga could not see his face hidden among the mousy hair. He saw hands in black gloves squeezing the girl’s back and shoulders.

‘You found me! Oh, Geralt! I was waiting all the time! For so very long… We’ll be together now, won’t we? Now we’ll be together, won’t we? Say it, Geralt! Forever! Say it!’

‘Forever, Ciri.’

‘It’s like they said! Geralt! It’s like they said! Am I your destiny? Say it! Am I your destiny?’

Yurga saw the Witcher’s eyes. And was very astonished. He heard his wife’s soft weeping, felt the trembling of her shoulders. He looked at the Witcher and waited, tensed, for his answer. He knew he would not understand it, but he waited for it. And heard it.

‘You’re more than that, Ciri. Much more.’

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As I said, I read the two first witcher book yesterday and I'm really enjoying it so far, so I wanted to doodle something for it!

Not my best work, but that was still fun! I'll figure out how to draw those guys eventually! [Do not use/repost]

#The Witcher #fanart #Geralt de Rivia #Ciri #sketch #doodle #comic #Truc Draws

[kiritella]

Reading The Witcher Part ∞

The Witcher Book 3, or Saga Book 1: Blood of Elves:

Ciri has consistent nightmares of the Fall of Cintra, and Geralt is there frequently to reassure her. She only believes these reassuances because it was coming from Geralt, and ones from other people don't seem to have the same calming effect.

She also falls asleep holding Geralt's hand after a nightmare.

Yennefer does, in fact, save Dandelion from Rience after he is captured for singing a song about Ciri and Geralt. She saves him because Dandelion was always there for Geralt, when she, in all her unstable assery, was not.

Also, apparently Yennefer is the reason Geralt can eat chicken with a knife and fork skillfully.

Yennefer went blind for a time after the Battle of Sodden Hill.

Also, Back in Book 2, there were 14 wizards dead at the Battle for Sodden, and Yennefer's name was not amongst them. Though, when Geralt climbed the Hill to read the names of all who died, believed Yenn was among them. He read down 13 names, but could not bear to read number 14. He was so frightened of it, that he literally saw death, and asked her to take him by the hand, because she had taken everything from him: Ciri, who he believed was dead, and Yenn. He was tired and broken. Death assured him that his time would come one day, but not yet. And leaving the Hill, still unable to read the name, asked for Yurga, a man tending to his wounds, to tell him all the names of those wizards who died. I believe it is implied that his eyes teared up when he discovered that Yennefer was not amongst the dead.

#ellatalks #the witcher #the witcher 1 #the witcher 2 #the witcher 3 #the witcher books #the witcher book 2 #the witcher book 3 #geralt of rivia #geralt and ciri #geralt & ciri #geralt x yennefer #geralt x yen #geralt x yenn #the witcher x reader #geralt x reader #geralt x you #geralt x ciri #geralt x cirilla #geralt of rivia x reader #the witcher x ciri #cirilla fiona elen riannon #princess cirilla #the witcher netflix #netflix #henry cavill #henry cavill witcher

[cas-kingdom]

Waking up face down in the dirt didn't surprise him; however, the fact that said dirt was in a rose garden did.

Find the OC version of this fic here.

A/N: Set during the final episode of season 1, when the merchant takes an ill & hallucinating Geralt home to his farm.

Waking up face down in the dirt didn’t surprise him. The fact that said dirt was in a rose garden, did. Not just any rose garden, either. As he got to his feet, his stiff bones working hard to push him up, he caught the sweet aroma of the familiar flower. 

Boscobel roses.

His mother had planted them in her garden. The house and the land around it constantly smelled like elderberries and almonds. He’d often wondered if that was what had brought the ones who’d taken him to their house. If the scent of the roses had tempted them closer and closer until what happened, happened.

He stood and rolled his shoulders back, taking a moment to look around. It didn’t startle him like he thought it should have to realise that he was in the exact garden his mother had planted the boscobels in. The exact garden he’d spent his childhood playing in. The exact garden he’d left with his mother before they had taken him from everything he’d ever known.

“Geralt? Geralt, wake up! Hear me!”

He drew in a quick breath and shut his eyes at the voice which seemed to echo around the garden. He recognised it, but...

There. He could hear gentle footsteps. Opening his eyes, he saw a woman approaching him. Not the owner of the voice, no. Someone else entirely. He knew this woman.

“Mother.”

“What do I do, Yurga? He’s burning up!”

Visenna, the woman, his mother, smiled. She picked a rose, coral-pink and as sweet as anything, and held it out towards him when she stopped. “Geralt. My child.”

Geralt didn’t take the rose. It felt...hazy. This moment had never happened before. He was imagining it all. But still...still. There was a desire in his heart to speak to her that seemed to be winning over everything he had to lose.

“Lie beside him and see if he reacts. I’ve heard old tales, stories of a person succumbed by illness...if someone they loves lies beside them, they eventually come around.”

“This isn’t just an illness, Yurga. He was bitten by a necrophage. He needs to be healed by something stronger than love!”

A second voice added to the echo, both distorting the other as they circled the rose garden. Geralt shook his head, pushing the words from his conscious mind for a moment as he returned his attention to Visenna.

“You left me,” he said.

Tears stained your face, mixing with the mud and blood. You hovered over Geralt on the back of the merchant’s wagon, one hand on his sweat-soaked forehead and the other instinctively placed over the left of his chest. 

You didn’t know this area. You didn’t know if there was a mage or a healer nearby who could help, and the merchant didn’t seem to know either. You were trundling far too slowly along a bumpy path, heading towards unfamiliarity, and you could feel the panic settling in your chest. 

You turned, removing the hand from his forehead to grab the pack you and Geralt carried on your journeys. He’d started mumbling incoherently now, his brows moving about as he shook his head from side to side. You rummaged through the pack, hoping above hope that you’d somehow missed a vial of mutagen or a white willow bark earlier in your many prior searches. Coming up empty, you slammed the pack down on the wagon and put your free hand to your own forehead, your breathing coming in quick gasps. You glanced up at the merchant, intent on the road ahead, and looked back at Geralt, his mumbling becoming more pronounced.

You bit your tongue and blinked, holding back the tears you could feel brimming. There was nothing on this wagon or on the current road that would help, so, with little to no hesitation, you moved to lie beside him, resting your head against his chest and grasping both his hands in yours. You squeezed your eyes shut and focused on the sluggish beat of his heart. 

“Better...than...”

You focused on his words.

“Didn’t let her go....’Senna...”

You gripped his hands tighter, praying to anyone who happened to hear, supernatural or not, to give him a chance.

“You let me go...I kept her...”

You knew he was a witcher, and you knew that this was what a witcher had to expect when they went out hunting, but you didn’t have to accept such unfairness.

“I’m better...than you...I kept her...”

A tear leaked from under your eye as the vibrations of his words sounded in your ear.

“I kept Y/N...I’m better...than you...”

Witcher Masterpost

send me the first sentence of a fanfic and i’ll write the next five, except i don’t know when to stop writing so i guarantee there’ll be more than five

#the witcher #witcher #geralt #geralt of rivia #geralt x reader #geralt of rivia x reader #witcher x reader #the witcher x reader #reader #reader fic #daughter reader #daughter!reader #teen reader #teen!reader #drabble #mine #baby fic

[silverflameataraxia]

I love how Ciri was Geralt's Child of Surprise twice. Destiny's just like, "Geralt, come get your daughter already!"

He broke off, seeing a small, very slim, mousy-haired creature walking slowly behind the boys. The little girl looked at him and he saw the huge eyes as green as spring grass, shining like two little stars. He saw the girl suddenly start, run . . . He heard her shrill, piercing cry.

The Witcher turned away from his horse with a swift, agile movement and ran to meet her. Yurga stared open-mouthed. He had never thought a man could move so quickly.

They came together in the centre of the farmyard. The mousy-haired girl in a grey dress. And the white-haired Witcher with a sword on his back, all dressed in black leather, gleaming with silver. The Witcher bounding softly, the girl trotting, the Witcher on his knees, the girl's thin hands around his neck, the mousy hair on his shoulders. Goldencheeks shrieked softly. Yurga hugged his rosy-cheeked wife when she cried out softly, pulling her towards him without a word, and gathered up and hugged both boys.

'Geralt!' the little girl repeated, clinging to the Witcher's chest. 'You found me! I knew you would! I always knew! I knew you'd find me!'

'Ciri,' said the Witcher.

Yurga could not see his face hidden among the mousy hair. He saw hands in black gloves squeezing the girl's back and shoulders.

'You found me! Oh, Geralt! I was waiting all the time! For so very long...

'It's like they said! Geralt! It's like they said! Am I your destiny? Say it! Am I your destiny?'

Yurga saw the Witcher's eyes. And was very astonished. He heard his wife's soft weeping, felt the trembling of her shoulders. He looked at the Witcher and waited, tensed, for his answer. He knew he would not understand it, but he waited for it. And heard it.

#the witcher season 1 #the witcher season 2 #the witcher #witcher cirilla #ciri of cintra #cirilla fiona elen riannon #witcher ciri #ciri #cirilla of vengerberg #cirilla of cintra #princess cirilla #ciri and geralt #ciri x geralt #falka #zireael #witcher girl #witcher geralt #geralt of rivia #geralt and ciri #geralt x ciri #white wolf #gwynbleidd #dad geralt #daddy geralt #sword of destiny #andrzej sapkowski #henry cavill #freya allan

[lassieposting]

I'm still not over how Ciri is just so fucking glad to see Geralt and not be alone anymore that she hugs him immediately. Never met him before. Only ever seen him once, in a dream. And she launches herself straight in for a hug.

But also I just noticed that in this scene, Geralt doesn't take anything into the woods with him. He leaves Roach, his weapons, all his gear, back on Yurga's cart. Which means he'd have to take Ciri and go back to pick up all his shit and they'd have to sit there politely drinking the ale Geralt asked for while he gets, like. Lowkey interrogated by this very nice parental couple because Zola is worried about just sending this traumatised girl off with a random stranger, and just. This is so much social interaction, especially considering he just almost died. He keeps side-eyeing Ciri like help me

#the witcher #netflix witcher

[witcher-not-quitter]

Minor character shout out to Yurga for being the good man he was in helping geralt simply because it was the right thing to do despite all horrors going on in their world. 

#Mel reads the witcher(Sword of Destiny) #mel rambles

[lupinus-bicolor]

I still see that post from Twitter user The Cultural Tutor about neo classical and art nouveau compared to modern art and minimalism (reject modernity embrace tradition yurga hurga) and y'all really do reblog every word of it without a second thought huh.

I don't blame you though! But I feel like the point that you guys are extrapolating from that post is that architecture and gadgets funded and marketed by various governing bodies and megacorporations is universally skewing towards minimalism as a way to cut costs on design and labor, which is bad because it condenses into this monocultural artlessness that's just designed to produce on the cheap and last for two years. This is a good point and should be talked about! BUT IN REALITY the post was actually trying to sell you the idea that everything modern and minimalist is bad and the only good art/architecture/design is in the "western" neoclassical or baroque style lauded for the last century and a half by white supremacists. You need only click on that guys Twitter profile to find this point spelled out in plain text.

Y'all really gotta think a little more critically about people who cherry pick works of art to compare and laud them as examples of why the modern world is in shambles. Because whenever they do, the implied solution is always to "return to tradition". You know how that ends.

#i am BEGGING u guys to stop reblogging the original post without a second thought #art history #idk what else to tag

[lemagcinema]

Dans l'angle mort

Un film d’ Ayşe Polat Avec Katja Bürkle, Ahmet Varlı, Çağla Yurga, Aybi Era, Maximilian Hemmersdorfer Mystère et violations des droits de l’homme, surveillance et…

Retrouvez l'article complet ici https://is.gd/FfCBTj

#BerlinaleEncounters2023

[regardezmoica]

Berlinale 2023 - Encounters Lineup

January 23, 2023 - the Berlinale announced the titles from the Encounters section.

In 2023, the competitive section Encounters comprises 16 films, all of which are world premieres. There are three debut films. 21 countries are represented. Six films were directed by women.

Adentro mío estoy bailando (The Klezmer Project) by Leandro Koch, Paloma Schachmann | with Leandro Koch, Paloma Schachmann Austria / Argentina 2023 Encounters | World premiere | Debut film

The Adults by Dustin Guy Defa | with Michael Cera, Hannah Gross, Sophia Lillis USA 2023 Encounters | World premiere

The Adults

El eco (The Echo / Das Echo) by Tatiana Huezo Mexico / Germany 2023 Encounters | World premiere | Documentary Form

Here by Bas Devos | with Stefan Gota, Liyo Gong Belgium 2023 Encounters | World premiere

Im toten Winkel (In the Blind Spot) by Ayşe Polat | with Katja Bürkle, Ahmet Varlı, Çağla Yurga, Aybi Era, Maximilian Hemmersdorfer Germany 2023 Encounters | World premiere

Kletka ishet ptitsu (The Cage is Looking for a Bird) by Malika Musaeva | with Khadizha Bataeva, Madina Akkieva, Fatima Elzhurkaeva, Rita Merzhoeva, Magomed Alhastov France / Russian Federation 2023 Encounters | World premiere | Debut film

Mon pire ennemi (My Worst Enemy) by Mehran Tamadon | with Zar Amir Ebrahimi France / Switzerland 2023 Encounters | World premiere | Documentary Form

My Worst Enemy

Műanyag égbolt (White Plastic Sky) by Tibor Bánóczki, Sarolta Szabó | with Tamás Keresztes, Zsófia Szamosi, Géza Hegedűs D., Judit Schell, István Znamenák Hungary / Slovakia 2023 Encounters | World premiere | Animation

mul-an-e-seo (in water) by Hong Sangsoo | with Shin Seokho, Ha Seongguk, Kim Seungyun South Korea 2023 Encounters | World premiere

Mummola (Family Time) by Tia Kouvo | with Ria Kataja, Elina Knihtilä, Leena Uotila, Tom Wentzel, Jarkko Pajunen Finland / Sweden 2023 Encounters | World premiere | Debut film

Le mura di Bergamo (The Walls of Bergamo) by Stefano Savona Italy 2023 Encounters | World premiere | Documentary Form

Orlando, ma biographie politique (Orlando, My Political Biography) by Paul B. Preciado France 2023 Encounters | World premiere | Debut film | Documentary Form

Samsara by Lois Patiño | with Amid Keomany, Toumor Xiong, Simone Milavanh, Mariam Vuaa Mtego, Juwairiya Idrisa Uwesu Spain 2023 Encounters | World premiere

Shidniy front (Eastern Front) by Vitaly Mansky, Yevhen Titarenko Latvia / Czechia / Ukraine / USA 2023 Encounters | World premiere | Documentary Form

Viver Mal (Living Bad) by João Canijo | with Nuno Lopes, Leonor Silveira, Beatriz Batarda Portugal / France 2023 Encounters | World premiere

Living Bad

Xue yun (Absence) by Wu Lang | with Lee Kang-Sheng, Li Meng, Ren Ke, Liang Wanling People’s Republic of China 2023 Encounters | World premiere | Debut film

#berlinale #berlinale 2023 #encounters #berlin #filmfestival

[millercrystal]

#Geralt #Geralt of Rivia #Yurga #the witcher #the witcher netflix #incorrect the witcher quote #the witcher s1 #the witcher 1x08 #much more #Riverdell #Lower Sodden #well Geralt that's an understatement

[onionsandestiny]

Let’s all appreciate the fact that Geralt’s idea of temporary self care is to down a potion with hallucinogenic properties then pour it over an open wound. 

#the witcher #the witcher netflix #witcher gifset #geralt of rivia #geralt #much more #yurga #witcher 2019 #original post #onionsandestiny

[hamletteprinceofdenmark]

Legit can’t stop thinking about Yurga the merchant farmer ...

Imagine ... you’re travelling home to your family after who know how long when you come across a literal field of half-eaten corpses, who you recognise as refugees from a neighbouring kingdom. Out of what you see as nothing more than common decency you decide to give them proper burial, building a mass grave by yourself in the dark when The Butcher of Bloody Blaviken rides in on his horse and you exchange a few short but relatively friendly words with him before he insists that you have to go. He is a Witcher after all so you leave, reluctantly, but he seemed a nice lad for all he’s a mass murderer so you head back to make sure he’s okay.

He’s not.

You load this ludicrously built and delirious man onto your cart by yourself in the dark not knowing whether the things that attacked you both are still around or not. You make sure his horse is okay and following then resume the slow trek back home to hearth and kin, hoping you can find some help for the man who saved your life.

He mutters in his fevered sleep. His mother, you think at first, then, no, a sweetheart. A lover? It’s hard to tell. He speaks each name with such reverence. With such raw panic and deep, deep yearning. He mutters so many names you wonder how this mutant, who supposedly knows no pain nor love could ever know so many. Then again, he looked different sleeping through the day among the hay and apples than he did astride his horse the night before. More like how you think your son might look in a decade or two than a mindless Butcher.

When he wakes properly, he’s just as gruff as he was before, but it’s too late, you’ve seen his kindness. He doesn’t scare you anymore. He asks for a simple ale in place of the Law of Surprise you offer.

Not far now and you make it home, your wife greets you as she runs from the door, talking about a girl she found, an orphan - Bless your wife and her bleeding heart - and then before she can even go inside for the promised ale that son of a bitch walks straight into the woods on his injured leg without a bloody word.

What a fucking day.

#the witcher #much more #yurga #zola #geralt of rivia #geralt #i would give yurga the merchant farmer and his wife my last penny and you may quote me on that

[theyearofrisinglight]

‘Geralt!’ the little girl repeated, clinging to the Witcher’s chest. ‘You found me! I knew you would! I always knew! I knew you’d find me!’ ‘Ciri,’ said the Witcher. Yurga could not see his face hidden among the mousy hair. He saw hands in black gloves squeezing the girl’s back and shoulders. ‘You found me! Oh, Geralt! I was waiting all the time! For so very long… We’ll be together now, won’t we? Now we’ll be together, won’t we? Say it, Geralt! Forever! Say it!’ ‘Forever, Ciri.’ ‘It’s like they said! Geralt! It’s like they said! Am I your destiny? Say it! Am I your destiny?’ Yurga saw the Witcher’s eyes. And was very astonished. He heard his wife’s soft weeping, felt the trembling of her shoulders. He looked at the Witcher and waited, tensed, for his answer. He knew he would not understand it, but he waited for it. And heard it. ‘You’re more than that, Ciri. Much more.’

Sword of Destiny “Something More”

#something more #Sword of destiny #andrzej sapkowski #geralt of rivia #ciri #cirilla of cintra #cirilla fiona elen riannon #lion cub of cintra #Yennefer of Vengerberg #witcher ciri #witcher geralt #the witcher #the witcher netflix #brokilon #yurga #princess cirilla #law of surprise #child of destiny #child of surprise #elder blood #aen seidhe #ithlinne #pavetta #duny #urcheon of erlenwald #queen calanthe #lioness of cintra #best ending #short story #bookworm

[writer-at-the-table]

Well, what can I say? It's a bad world. But there's no reason for us all to become despicable. What we need is kindness.

Yurga, Something More, Sword of Destiny by Andrzej Sapkowski, translated by David French, page 334

#Quote of the Day #quotes #booklr #the witcher #sword of destiny #something more #yurga #andrzej sapkowski

[acicueta]

Denis Gordeev - Yurga - Geralt of Rivia

#denis gordeev #yurga #geralt of rivia #andrzej sapkowski #the witcher #acicueta