#falka

[rubysunnday]

'It feels amazing, doesn't it? And to think you've had this power inside of you your entire life.'

#thewitcheredit #witcheredit #the witcher #thewitchersdaily #tvedit #the witcher spoilers #gifs* #the witcher netflix #witcherdaily #witchersdaily #arthurpendragonns #gif #show #s3 #userlottie #cirilla fiona elen riannon #falka

[whyyareallnamestaken]

Nagyon kevés pasi van, aki megéri azt a poklot, amit át kell élned miatta. Úgyhogy nagyon válogasd meg, kinek adod oda a szívedet és a testedet. Lehet, hogy az illető többet vesz el belőled, mint amennyit elbírsz.

#whyyareallnamestaken #Kate Stewart #Falka #The Ravenhood sorozat #könyvsorozat #könyv

[old-deerstalker-hat]

1.04 | 2.01 | 3.08

#the witcher #the witcher netflix #thewitcheredit #witcheredit #ciri #cirilla of cintra #cirilla fiona elen riannon #falka #eithne #nivellen #geralt of rivia #mistle #freya allan #josette simon #kristofer hivju #christelle elwin #henry cavill

[nerd--fish]

love the villians(ish) in the witcher. we got cunty eyeliner man (vilgefortz) we got sad yogurt man (cahir) we got Unfortunately Ciri’s Dad (he is hot tho) (emhyr) we got who the fuck is this lady??? (also hot) (falka). truly i am living my best life

#being bi is so nice for me #the witcher #vilgefortz #cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach #emperor emhyr #falka #i will not explain why cahir has yogurt vibes you just have to trust me on this one

[iris-sistibly]

"Powerful women have been labelled insane since the dawn of time. It's bullshit. Always has been, always be."

-Falka, The Witcher season 3

#netflix #andrzej sapkowski #the witcher #the witcher 3 #ciri of cintra #cirilla fiona elen riannon #freya allan #falka #scarlett maltman

[darero-art]

Falka sketches

#falka #ciri #cirilla #cirilla fiona elen riannon #the witcher #the witcher books #wiedźmin #the witcher fanart #artists on tumblr #sketche

[lasaraconor]

#freya allan #ciri #Hiftu Quasem #falka #the witcher #gif #joey batey #jaskier #anya chalotra #yennefer of vengerberg #henry cavill #geralt of rivia

[winters-mistress]

A Fatal Delusion

This night, Geralt will sleep. And this night, Geralt will dream.

His shoulder screams in pain, a pain burning hot and sharp that it makes him shudder and writhe, yelling out into the distance. It echoes, and he is surprised at how high-pitched it is. He's so warm, his throat burns, his skin is uncomfortably hot, slick with sweat. He's clammy and his head hurts, why does it hurt? Why does everything hurt so fucking much?

"Geralt? Yennefer?" He feels his throat move with the words, but he does not speak them. His lips are chapped and his high pitched voice cracks, his body is not his own. "Geralt? Yennefer? Jaskier?" His voice raises, although it produces nothing but an echo.

Ciri he breathes, and alas, his voice is as deep and gruff as ever. It only echoes in his head, not in his ears, and he is confused and disorientated.

He crunches his abdomen, looking over from left to right, ignoring the pain all around him as he takes in his surroundings. Sand, so much red sand. For as far as he can see, hot red sand and bright blue sky. Red, blue, red, blue. No changes, no abnormalities, just red and just blue.

Fuck, his shoulder hurts.

He can feel his throat moving, the high pitched voice muttering as a suspiciously small hand grabs his injured shoulder and roughly forces it into the joint.

A scream forces past his lips, and he looked down at his lap. Brown leather, skinny legs. Fuck, what was this?

Ciri, he breathes inside his mind again. Is this where she is? Is this where his girl is after she and their enemy were blown away by a brilliant light? Fuck, where is she? How can he get to her?

"Where are you?" He asks, but he doesn't make any sound, not in his head or in the distance in front of his girl. No echo, no nothing.

"Geralt? Yennefer?" Ciri's voice grows more frantic as she climbs to her feet, looking around in circles. "Please, where are you?" she calls, but nobody answers.

"No, don't leave me." she collapses against her knees, and he is dragged backwards. Backwards and backwards and backwards, at a speed so high that it pushes his hair in front of his face, makes his back cool with the wind, a pressure against his shoulders and torso, gripping tight and pulling hard and backwards and backwards and cold and pressure until-

heat. Bright, hot heat all over his body.

Geralt looks up from the deep red sand and forward in front of him. He inhales slowly, his body aching, his head pounding.

Suddenly, everything is dark. There's a strange temperature in the air, neither hot nor cold, neither warm or cool. There's a breeze, the stars shine, but neither of these things bring comfort when he sees Ciri's face. How thin it is, how dirty, her hair messy and hidden under a cloth.

"You told me I could be the last to change things. What did you mean?" Her voice is hoarse, thirty and tired.

"Ciri." He whispers, reaching out for her. But she seems to neither see or hear him, continuing to speak to the figure she's staring at.

That figure, it brings him comfort to know she is not alone. Not alone in her suffering or her imprisonment in this mysterious desert. His anxiety relaxes when he realises that she has somebody when he cannot be with her, must be with Yennefer, ever since her injury and Ciri's disappearance from seemingly the continent weeks ago, Vilgefortz disappeared just the same.

The figure speaks, and he realises it's a woman.

"You know you're powerful." she speaks with an accent, although he cannot place it. Somewhat similar to Yarpen's, perhaps?

"Is that another thing we have in common?"

Ciri's exhausted, he realises. He doesn't know how long she's been here, and he suddenly worries how the fuck she's managed here this long. What has she eaten, drunk, how can she not portal out of this place?

"I always had a talent for attracting friends. I should have been queen. But when my father denied me my royal destiny, I decided to rally the common folk. And with their help, I took back what was rightfully mine in the only way I knew would send an unforgettable message." The woman stops speaking to her, and Ciri speaks now. He looks at her, tries to touch, but his hand goes through her shoulder as if he's a ghost.

"Blood and fire. I've heard that story." her voice wavers, and her hand twitches. He knows that twitch, the ache of a need of a hilt of a blade in the palm. Always, just a little bit too much like him.

"Fitting, since in the end, they tied me to a stake and burned me alive."

The figure turns, and Ciri swallows thickly, but she isn't shocked or scared or in disbelief. She's barely even surprised.

"You're falka? The stories say you were a demon. A cursed elven monster." her voice becomes clearer now, and Geralt looks at her.

By the gods, Ciri is hallucinating a long dead elven rebel that lived in Stregobor's prime. He feels guilt stab in his stomach, he should be with her. Should have found a way to keep her safe so she wouldn't be loosing her mind from dehydration and hunger, stumbling helplessly in a desert a thousand miles away from all who love her.

Ciri's mouth opens, and Geralt is shot backwards once again. He cannot draw in a breath to yell, he cannot stop the hands that grab him, he cannot do anything of the cold at his back and the heat at his face. He cannot even move his body, all he can do is endure the power that moves him from place to place like a doll on strings until he's finally released.

This time, he cannot see his physical form, doesn't even know if he has one anymore. All he has is a visual point just higher than his usual eye height, and his eyes immatley fall onto his daughter.

"Wake up, Cirilla!"

Falka is still with her, and he has no breath to draw in or voice to shout as he watches her grab at Ciri's hair and push her face close to the flames. The girl sobs. Falka's face is close to Ciri's, her nose nearly pressed into the girl's ear.

"When the flames licked my face, I didn't cry out. I tapped into the curse everyone said I embodied. The same one that runs through you. History repeating itself. Except it isn't a curse. It's a gift. One they either wish to use you for or destroy you for. They killed Lara Dorren for it. Burned me at the stake for it. But you, Cirilla... you're different. You will change everything."

Ciri is forced deeper into the fire. It occurs to him that she is not burning, her porcelain skin doesn't blister or redden, her hair and clothes do not catch alight. She sees something in the flame that he cannot, and whatever she sees pains her.

"That unicorn you saved, he ran from you. You saved his life, and he repayed you with abandonment. Your mother, your father. They left you before they got on that boat. Your grandparents, they had a choice to remain with you, and they chose not. That magic friend of yours, and he chose not. Your elvish friend, he turned his back on you. Your bard, your witcher and your sorceresses, turned to another's arms and left you to fall into mine. They are gone, Cirilla! All of them turned their backs on you, and look at you now!"

"No, no, no!" Ciri sobs, and suddenly, he can see through Ciri's eyes what she sees in the fire.

It's he and Yennefer, bare and sweaty, rolling in the sheets of the temple.

"You know as well as I do that this is in current time. They have abandoned you, Cirilla. The witcher has turned his back on you, neither of them pay a thought to you. You are alone, hours from death and injured, and they do not pay a single thought. They do not care, Cirilla! It's time you realised that!"

Ciri's cries stop suddenly, and she inhales sharply.

"That's it." Falka whispers. "Harden your heart, Cirilla. You do not need anybody, least of all those who hurt you and abandon you. There will be a time of contempt. And then, finally, you can take back what's yours. Your wrath is righteous. Your revenge is justice. They deserve to suffer. Make them. Those you love will betray you, too. Trick you. You'll always be their pawn. Feel your rage, child of the Elder Blood. And let the world burn with it."

Ciri's eyes close, and Geralt feels the fire as it explodes all around them.

Geralt shoots up with a strangled gasp. His skin burns, wet with sweat. His eyes are wide, and he rips at rhe blankets to try and remove them from his legs.

"Geralt! Geralt, what is it? What's wrong?" Yennefer's hands are small and her voice is gentle, but the pain and panic in his chest doesn't evade. His struggles stop as the door flies open.

Nenneke rushes inside.

"Geralt!" she gasps. "Travellers have come with word of the contininent."

"What? What is it?" His voice shows as much panic as his eyes do.

"Half the frying pan has gone up in flame, my friend. We both know that there's only one person alive capable of that."

"No." He whispers.

"Yes, Geralt. To find her, your best bet is the end of the Korath Dessert. Melitele, the carnage, Geralt. All the monsters and the somehow lives, all the sand. It's burned to blackened ash. I fear Cirilla's balance will never scale if you do not find her. And soon."

Far, far away, bright emerald eyes open and she looks at the faces up above her. Rough and raggedy.

"Get out of the way."

"Let me see."

"Out of the way! Let me look."

"Gies a look!"

"It's her, all right."

"How can you be sure she's the one?"

"Seen many an ashen-haired, green-eyed whelp on the edge of the desert? You dickless knobhead. This is the girl he's looking for."

Falka feels fire gathering in the cup of her palm, and she is not afraid.

#geralt and ciri #the witcher netflix #geralt of rivia #cirilla of cintra #yennefer x geralt #yennefer of vengerberg #falka #witcher falka #fanfiction #witcherfanfiction #witcher season 3

[dukeofdogs]

Gwent: The Witcher Card Game | The cards that could’ve been 42/?

Falka by:

Sebastian Horoszko, Bartek Wąsacz, Tomasz Jancarz

#gwent #gwent: unreleased content #gwent: contest #falka

[fassophy]

hiftu quasem as falka (the witcher 3) suggestions from @elvensorceressworld

#hiftu quasem #hiftu quasem avatars #falka #falka the witcher #the witcher 3

[zoeysdamn]

||The Witcher tarot | Queen of Wands | Falka||

[Other cards of the Witcher tarot can be found here and on my Instagram art account]

[DO NOT REPOST OR REUSE WITHOUT LEGAL AND EXPLICIT AUTHORIZATION]

Here’s another character who almost made it to the 22 major arcanas. I was very much tempted to put Falka on the Death card, which eventually was given to Eredin. I had to draw her, and unlike many other characters in those figures cards, I was careful of which family to put her in. Given the Wands are associated with Fire, it was pretty obvious. I’m not sure if we have a canon physical description of Falka, so I loosely designed her as I wanted. A simple soldier attire and fire did the trick. 

#fanart #the witcher #the witcher fanart #the witcher tarot #Falka #Falka fanart #the witcher books #artists on tumblr #zoeysdamn art

[rubysunnday]

'Powerful women have been labeled insane since the dawn of time.'

#thewitcheredit #witcheredit #the witcher #thewitchersdaily #tvedit #the witcher spoilers #gifs* #the witcher netflix #witcherdaily #witchersdaily #arthurpendragonns #gif #show #s3 #userlottie #cirilla fiona elen riannon #falka

[whyyareallnamestaken]

a bizalom törékeny és egy szempillantás alatt összetörhet

#whyyareallnamestaken #Kate Stewart #Falka #The Ravenhood sorozat #könyvsorozat #könyv

[revoevokukil]

On why TWN's angle on Falka & Lara Dorren in relation to Ciri's arc is pretty weird & misleading.

It overemphasises sticking it to misogyny & forgets that The Witcher deals with the way trauma can make monsters of people & make personal desires lead to monstrous consequences.

As TWN's looking for a money-making premise, saying "Ciri needs to avenge Falka because she was a victim of a witch hunt" is much easier than conveying that Ciri is dealing with severe trauma & is taken in by "friends" who've suffered similarly & also abuse her in similar ways.

As a result, Ciri loses her morals bc it's too tempting to start taking out her rage for being mistreated on everyone around her, including the innocents. If they have not hurt you yet, they will - so hurt them first! This is a trauma response. This is also Falka's legacy.

Further, Falka was not Ciri's ancestor. Making them blood-relatives in earnest & justifying Ciri's turn to the dark with that is at once a dumb simplification & ironic: it sets Ciri on a pre-determined path when the Witcher is ultimately about the choice between violence & love.

Ciri is not "avenging" Falka & Lara in a "you-go-girl" moment. Ciri's path of vengeance is a tragedy. She is trying to avenge herself as a wounded & traumatized person. With the consequences of her deeprooted needs & violent emotions being woeful, just as Lara Dorren's choices & actions were in the grand scheme of things.

Let's talk about Falka. It looks like Falka will be conveyed as a girlboss. Falka was not discriminated against bc she was a woman. Misogyny in her tale is present insofar as Vridank disowned her after having divorced Falka's mother because she was ugly.

Falka when she was wronged was not a "remarkable woman" & her father was not "afraid of her power" - she was 1y old when she was disowned. Her revenge on her father, half-siblings (including Riannon) & Cerro was about being abandoned & her title of Princess ripped away from her.

And Falka's rage at being stripped of her birthright & deprived of all legitimate power is an exact echo of Ciri's own ire. That is why Ciri eventually leaves the Rats - because she cannot stand the thought of an impostor becoming the Empress of Nilfgaard under her name.

Falka's tale as Ciri's is one of a child being deprived of love & parental guidance, of being exposed to violence & how it leads to the picking of monstrous means for dealing with their pain. It's not possession, it's not blood magic. It's the choices of people who are in pain.

The theme of a cycle of violence underlies the lives of Witcher's characters: Geralt's inability to deal w Visenna's abandonment, Yennefer killing her parents, Milva killing her father, etc. Instead TWN is simplifying again: men mistreat women, women get revenge; revenge good! Raar!

The Witcher is pretty clear on revenge not paying off. Revenge consumes & leads to parents & loved ones hanging in the gallows, burned on stakes. That is Falka's story & it's not one about emancipation. It's about how monsters are made.

A fate Geralt tried to protect Ciri from.

A/N: This is a summary of a discord discussion + thoughts in response to the description on the official Netflix website: “[Ciri] is the descendant of Lara Dorren and Falka: fierce, remarkable women who were swallowed up by the men afraid of their power. Women whom Ciri is destined to avenge.“

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#the witcher #twn #anti-twn #ciri #cirilla fiona elen riannon #falka #lara dorren #wiedźmin #the witcher books #the witcher netflix #elder blood

[my-jokes-are-my-armour]

I have many things to say about colours and the use of placement in general. One easy example of how to say things without saying things was why Ciri chose to call herself Falka in the end.

The real "fire" was not fire but to kill. And this was the last lesson Geralt gave her. The price of a life. Falka is the one that succumbed to "fire".

#ciri #falka #(colours exaggerated) #they forced the yellow glow on her skin and used the same framing intentions #little frame stories

[mangotiger-draws]

haven't posted in forever but my two most recent falka pieces :)

#my art #my ocs #falka