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lady-of-the-cunts · 2 years

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Never thought this would be how I return to this side of Tumblr but hey, missed me?😂

Idk how big the intersection of people who watched the Witcher and ship Calanthe and Eist and the people who have watched the new kdrama Tomorrow is but here me out.

The story of Joong Gil and Ryeon but it’s Eist and Calanthe!!

Spoiler warning for Tomorrow below the cut for the people who want to know more but haven’t watched the drama yet.

Ok so the basic plot of Tomorrow (copied from google cuz I’m lazy):

“Choi Jun-woong (Rowoon) is a young job seeker who is unable to secure a job. Through an accident, he meets the grim reapers Koo Ryeon (Kim Hee-sun) and Lim Ryung Gu (Yoon Ji-on) who have the task of preventing suicide, and works with them as the youngest contract worker in the crisis management team of death angels.”

Now for the story of Ryeon and Joong Gil:

Ryeon and Joong Gil were married to each other in a past life but she killed herself, which lead to their fate strings getting severed. Which basically means they will never find each other again after they get reborn. Both end up as grim reapers and while she remembers who he is, he has no memory of this past life and therefore also not of her. So they dance around each other for 200+ years basically in constant pain. Him because he has nightmares regarding his life he can’t remember and because he can’t place why he feels so weird in her presence. And her because the husband who she remembers as a loving and gentle guy is now cold, distant and doesn’t recall who she is. (When someone gets reincarnated they are not 100% the exact same person they were before) So he looks and feel like her husband but he is in fact not the husband she knew back in life. And as his memories slowly start to come back she has to confront her fear of getting rejected by him because she was the one to abandon him by committing suicide.

So take that and replace the backstory with the canon storyline of Eist and Calanthe. That’s it. That’s my thought.

I realize that you probably have to have seen the drama to understand why this would have any appeal. (Since it’s basically just angst, yearning and pining with a side of more angst) But damn I can’t get this concept out of my head!

The idea of them dancing around each other for centuries is too fucking tempting! Also Eist in black turtlenecks, menacing coats and clean cut suits with leather gloves????!!!!

It would basically be canon compliant but also modern AU at the same time, since the actual plot would take place in a modern version of the world of the Witcher.

It’s basically lovers to coworkers to enemies to allies to lovers 👌🏼😂

Any thoughts on this? I’m willing to draft and elaborate on this idea cuz it’s really all that has space in my brain rn. BUT idk if I’d have the time to write a fully fleshed out story cuz this would have to be at least 100K words long in order to reach its full potential 😅

#the witcher netflix #eist tuirseach #king eist #himbo king #queen calanthe of cintra #calanthe #calanthe x eist #mbc tomorrow #k drama #koo ryeon #park joong gil #angst #so much fucking angst #my brain only knows pain

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thegirl20 · 10 months

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Yennaia bits in Ep 3.03 (Part 2)

Having spent some time talking and looking at each other’s lips in a bank vault, Yennefer and Tissaia emerge from some sort of alley just as Rita is done slapping Ciri across the face.

Tissaia takes a moment to appraise her (perhaps thinking it’s for the best Yen got a teenager instead of a baby because Tissaia cannot understand people wanting babies)

We then see a repeat of the ‘extra’ bit we saw from when Tissaia collected Yen from Vengerberg.

Yennefer also obeys this command.

Concerned by the blood starting to leak out of Tissaia’s eye, Yennefer offers to take everyone to a spa for the day.

At the spa, Rita is horrible to Ciri, and Sabrina is delightfully Sabrina, and Tissaia just sits and watches all the scantily clad women, having chosen to put on more clothes than she had on outside.

Ciri is a little brat, and Yennefer yanks her out of the room so that they can have a talk about how Yennefer has sold her soul because she’s giggling and drinking with her friends. (I found this to be quite an extreme reaction from Ciri, who must’ve seen Calanthe and Eist play politics on more than one occasion).

Ciri takes things too far by insulting Tissaia.

The eel question is valid. The vapid comment is a bit judgemental, considering Sabrina is a powerful court mage, controlling a King, and this is her downtime. But fine, she’s a teenager. Anyway, Yen’s not having it and chastises Ciri vehemently.

I wonder if this is her talking to herself a little. Like she realises she should have been more grateful to have Tissaia when she was younger.

There should absolutely have been a cut to Yen’s expression here. Sadly there was not and we are left imagining what’s going through her head at this point.

They argue some more and Yen tells Ciri to suck it up and get used to this life before storming out.

Tissaia comes to find Yennefer, clearly knowing she’s upset. And once again Yennefer is open about her actual feelings.

Someone on the writing staff enjoys the phrase ‘curry favour’.

Tissaia is slightly blasé about being able to protect Ciri and getting the Kings back under control, but Yen decides they need to sort themselves out first.

Tissaia is taken aback by this new age hippie sounding Yennefer.

(As we have established, her ‘type’ is bad tempered, impetuous arseholes who always have to be right. She’s worried Yennefer has turned nice.)

Once again, Yennefer finds Tissaia’s lips utterly fascinating.

And there we end episode 3.

#yennaia #the witcher #the witcher spoilers #had to post this here because the sideblog wasn't working #and now this one won't let me edit it #but if you want to see the other yennaia bits from season threee #go to the gym #yennefer-x-tissaia #blog

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kaliarda · 11 months

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hey king, χρειαζομαι βοήθεια! έχεις καθόλου προτάσεις βιβλίων από κουίρ ελληνίδες συγγραφείς; (προσπαθώ γενικότερα να διαβάσω περισσότερα βιβλία ελλήνων. αλλά μέχρι τώρα το μόνο που βρήκα είναι η ερωμένη της)

Χευ!! Άργησα λιγάκι αλλά αυτή είναι μια μικρή λίστα κουίρ ελληνικής λογοτεχνίας, ποίησης, ιστορίας και κοινωνιολογικών έργων - δεν είμαι σίγουρος αν όλοι οι συγγραφείς είναι οι ίδιοι λοατκι, και κάποια από αυτά τα έργα (ειδικά τα παλιότερα) μπορεί να έχουν outdated ιδέες ή να περιγράφουν αρκετά σκληρά πράγματα, οπότε: read with caution. Δεν τα έχω διαβάσει όλα, μόνα κάποια, αλλά είναι στη λίστα μου! Αν ξέρει κανένα σας κι άλλα, στείλτε μου και θα τα προσθέσω <3<3 💌 <3<3

Λόλα Καραμπόλα - Ερωφίλη Κόκκαλη

Ελαττωματικό Αγόρι - Sam Albatros

Τι Θυμάσαι απ’ τον Θάνατό Σου; - Πυθαγόρας Ελευθεριάδης

Οι Νταλίκες και Τα Γυναικάκια τους - Άννη Σιμάτη

Μπλε Υγρό - Βίβιαν Στεργίου

Ο Τελευταίος Κύκνος - Στέφανος Δάνδαλος

Καλαμέρως - Ευριπίδης Σαμπάτης

Ήσυχα να πας - Ούρσουλα Φωσκόλου

Μακάρι να το είχα κάνει νωρίτερα - Νόα Τίνσελ

μερακλίνα|κουκιμπιμπέρισσα|ομπλαντί - Ευά Παπαδάκης

Αμφί και Απελευθέρωση, & Ο Καιάδας - Λουκάς Θεοδωρακόπουλος

Σεξουαλικότητα (Θεωρίες και πολιτικές της Ανθρωπολογίας) - Κώστας Γιαννακόπουλος

Σώμα | Φύλο | Σεξουαλικοτητα (ΛΟΑΤΚ πολιτικές στην Ελλάδα) - Άννα Αποστολέλλη και Αλεξάνδρα Χαλκιά

Η Πάλη για την Τρανς Απελευθέρωση - Αφροδίτη Φράγκου

Ανθολογία Ελληνικής Κουήρ Ποίησης (Εκδόσεις Θράκα)

Έλα να σου πω: Φεμινιστικές, λεσβιακές ναι κουήρ αφηγήσεις της μεταπολίτευσης (FAC Press)

Χασέπ - Αρτέμης Μαυρομμάτης

Μόνο κανέναν μη μου φέρεις σπίτι - Νικόλας Κουτσοδόντης

Μονοκατοικία με κήπο - Χρήστος Ρούσσος

Homo Thessalonikus - Κυριάκος Βλάχος

re eiste oloi poly gay kai sas variemai - Μότσι Γεωργίου

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Ομόνοια, 1980 - Γιώργος Ιωάννου

Μπέττυ - Ελισάβετ Βακαλιδου

Ο γοργόνος και άλλα πλάσματα - Σπύρος Χαιρέτης

Ελ Ποι, Ελληνική Λεσβιακή Ποίηση - Χαρά Τρε

Η φίλη μου κυρία Ντόρα Ρωζέττη - Ελένη Μπακοπούλου

Προσευχές Έκτακτης Ανάγκης - Τάκης Σπετσιώτης

Δυο Σταγόνες Βροχή - Πρόδρομος Σαββίδης

Ίσως #1: Ανθολογία Σύγχρονου Ελληνικού Διηγήματος (Εκδόσεις ΟΞΥ)

Αυτή η νύχτα μένει - Θάνος Αλεξανδρής

Ήθελα να γίνω αστροναύτης - Μίλτος Κουτλής

Επιθυμίες και πολιτική, & Ελληνική Τηλεόραση και Ομοερωτισμός - Κωνσταντίνος Κυριακός

Καλιαρντά <3 - Ηλίας Πετρόπουλος

Μπλε Καστόρινα Παπούτσια - Θανάσης Σκρουμπέλος

Ιστορίες για να μη λείπεις όσο θα λείπεις - Παρασκευάς Καρασούλος

Ερωτογενείς Ζώνες - Marachi

Οι άγγελοι δεν έχουν φύλο - Τζένη Χελιουδάκη

[[Γνωστοί Ποιητές του 20ου αιώνα: Κωνσταντίνος Καβάφης, Ναπολέων Λαπαθιώτης, Ντίνος Χριστιανόπουλος, Γιάννης Τσαρούχης, Νίκος-Αλέξης Ασλάνογλου]]

Επίσης- τσεκάρετε τις Εκδόσεις Πολύχρωμος Πλανήτης & τις εκδόσεις Οδός Πανός - Σιγαρέτα.

Για όσα είναι Αθήνα, αυτοί οι δύο οίκοι έχουν βιβλιοπωλεία (το ένα στη Βικτώρια, το άλλο στα Εξάρχεια). Προτείνω επίσης το βιβλιοπωλείο Hyper Hypo στο Μοναστηράκι, και την υπέροχη πολύγλωσση βιβλιοθήκη We Need Books στην Κυψέλη, στην οποία θα βρείτε ένα pride section (και δωρεάν τσαγάκι).

#lgbt greece #book recs

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winters-mistress · 2 months

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Moonblood

Let it be known that Geralt and his brothers are, all in all, good men. Yeah, they can be dicks -like that time Eskel and Geralt had dressed up as Wyverns and leaped upon their brother while he slept, or that time Lambert had spiked a bottle of white gull with a certain medicinal herb that made the thief more than obvious- but they are good men. Stupid, granted -Geralt had thrown Lambert off a snowdrift when they were training, while Eskel had tried to balance the wall after drinking two entire tankards of brandy- but they are good men.

Geralt had tried to make it clear on the trip up to Kaer Morhen with his new ward. All in all, she seemed to believe him, until Lambert had started hissing at her, about the way the pretty little princess did her pretty little hair and wore her pretty little dress and stuck her pinky up when she drank water. Ciri had thrown a horse shoe at him, and all deemed to have been well after that. Lambert was less of a knob, Eskel tried his best to push past his pain of yet another blonde daughter of Kaer Morhen running around the hallways, Coen was thrilled to have another lover of the arts amongst the cranky wolves, and Vesemir slipped into the old master role with ease.

Things had been going well -albeit with Cirilla's still wild powers popping up at the most inconvenient of times- with his girl eager to learn anything they would teach her. Swordplay, hand to hand combat, star throwing, sword making and even the mundane things like hunting, skinning, cooking, harvesting and laundry she took to with eagerness. It had probably been those weeks of confusion and helplessness that spurned her onwards in all things they taught her, eager never to be how she had been ever again.

And it was because of her determination and her willingness to get down and scrap with the witchers, sampling the alcohol they had let her have and twirling a cheese knife when she was taught how, with her messily tied braid and dusty cheeks as Lambert taught her all the fun curse words Eist hadnt gotten around to yet as he went theiught he basics of bombs, that they almost forgot the most obvious thing of all.

Ciri was a girl.

And that was why it was so startling to Geralt when Lambert had started snipping at the girl because of her washed hair and face -was it about that? Geralt hadn't been paying attention, he was so shocked at her reaction that the context didn't seem important anymore- that ciri simply dropped her spoon into her bowl of porridge, and promptly burst into tears.

All of the witchers took a deep breath, rearing back as if the girl would suddenly leap out and strike. She didn't do that, simply sat there on the bench and cried into her hands.

Geralt reaches over to her, having stayed close when her scent had changed a couple days ago. He didn't know why, and with all the Kings and Mages hunting the girl, any changes was concerning. That and the sudden metallic scent of blood he had noted when the girl had walked into the room that morning, he was very unnerved by this reaction.

Not knowing what else to do, and with his mind spinning as he tried to come up with a reason of why his girl was acting so differently, the witcher reaches out and brings her into his arms. She goes willingly, clinging to him as she continues to cry.

"I-I-I- uh-" Lamb stutters, looking at his brother, eyes wide. He's befuddled, and obviously concerned that his brother will be the one to leap at him and pummel him.

Geralt cuddles his girl as best he can, shushing her, and taking in the scent once more. It's different than her usual honey and lemon and rose petals, more salty and bitter, as well as the metallic scent of blood.

Changes of scent, blood, crankiness- oh.

"Ah." The penny finally drops, running his hands over her back as she sniffles. "I get it now."

And it seems that his brothers and father attain the same knowledge at the same time. They relax and tense in the same moment, obviously unsure of what to say.

"Get what? I disnt-" Lmabert speaks fast.

"Can you not smell the blood?" Eskel huffs quietly, cuffing his brother. "She's a girl. They bleed."

"What? I-oh. Oh. Yeah, I get it. Fuck. I-fuck." Lambert rambles. "Umm, I'm very sorry, Ciri. Didn't mean to upset ya." He drawls awkwardly, fiddling with his blackened fingers.

She finally starts to compose herself, but doesn't seem willing to let go of Geralt just yet.

"Shit-uh-" Vesemir mutters. "Girl, if you don't feel up to training or lessons, you can have a few days away from it. Don't want to pressure you." He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. "And, if you want to head back to bed, that's fine too. Or train as normal, whatever works for you."

Ciri sniffles, and stops crying, but doesn't let go of the white haired witcher, nor look at his kin.

"Uh, you want a tonic? For the pain? I'm sure we can find something that'll work to take the discomfort. Does it hurt, lovers have mentioned that it does." Vesemir starts to ramble.

Geralt, Eskel and Lambert grunt in disgust. Eskel groans in agony, while Lambert gags.

"Melitele's tits, old man. Last thing any of us want to picture is you sticking your dick in a woman."

Geralt gags at that, and Ciri manages a giggle.

Coën shares a grin with the old wolf, both of them knowing why he had added the last part.

"In all seriousness, you need anything, girl? We could rip up some of the old bedsheets for cloth, figure out what tonic would make ya feel better. Can look in some of the old textbooks for that tea recipe the matrons used to swear by." Coën says, looking at the girl as she finally pulls from Geralt a little. He slings an arm around her shoulders as she burrows in.

"Yes, thank you." She whispers, wiping her blotchy face.

"Come on-" Geralt pulls at her wrists as he stands. "let's get you laying down, that'll make you feel better? Can get a waterskin, fill that up with some hot water, does that help."

"It-it does." She nods, standing up. She looks at the other witchers. "Thanks, for being nice, I guess. I know it's not something you deal with usually."

"Nonsence, girl. Get restin', feelin' better. You're no use to us all teary and bloody." Lambert smirks, sincerely hoping the girl wouldn't cry again.

And by the way she huffs and flips him off, he's amused and jovial once again.

Now, where are those bedsheets?

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kingsanddragonsandgods · 7 months

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I have two fanfics in my head, both OC's are a child of Daemon by Rhea Royce(this is one character male or female I wish eisted in canon, a child by those two) and I have no idea how to start to write.

#1- Aegon the Elder x OC- she's Aegon's age, perhaps a few months older, conceived during Daemon exile to the Vale post the heir for a day debacle. Daemon is not a present father during her formative years and later on she no longer cares. She dislikes her stepmothers(for a number of reasons). She's not close to her stepsiblings or half-siblings, she does not hate or dislikes them, she just doesn't care to care🤷🏻‍♀️. Her presence changes Aegon (I do believe that love and a gentler touch early in life would have made a difference in his life) Alicent is too afraid in the show to be gentle with her eldest, Aegon was supposed to be strong, to be the shield that keeps them all alive, but obviously tough love did not work. Hormonal Aegon is infatuated with her so he WANTS to be worthy of her. She doesn't just live her life waiting to watch what it is to come, she prepares the stage, she does not underestimate the other faction--her mother's rock divorce always in mind--.

#2-ViserysxOCniece- I hate Viserys just as much as the next person, but just imagined a character that is and does everything that TB stans accuses Alicent of: she was probably one of Aemma's ladies-in-waiting, instead of Jaehaerys and Rhaenyra's handmaid(historically, the easiest way into the King's bed, is through the Queen's bedchambers), a seductress nymph (in the book there's the rumor that they had a affair while Aemma was still alive, so perhaps who knows🤷🏻‍♀️), seducing poor Viserys into giving her a crown and make her his Queen, Viserys reasoning: she is a better/neutral choice, a Targaryen Princess, a woman grown(14/15yrs old)no one can feel slighted, she's older than Laena, renew the Vale/Targaryen alliance, joining his line to his brother's(Viserys just wants to fuck his niece but he must convince himself that he is better than his brother and better than the average men). She actually plots to put her eldest on the IT, she's giving him sons, she's enduring his attentions, she wants her reward. She has affairs with younger, handsomest men than her husband(There are those that accuse Alicent of f*cking Criston🤷🏻‍♀️ and there were theories that Daeron would be their love child and that's way he was sent to Oldtown😔 or saying she's a who're for showing her feet to Larys). She does take power when her husband is too sick, and she actually does keep him alive and bedridden. What a villain she would make. The Cersei in Cersei's head😂.

(one thing that annoys me is the dumbness or lack of thought present during the DoD, like: there is always talking of how dangerous Daemon is, but what was done to prepare? Why aren't the children sent away to safer locations? Why were the TG armies going around like headless chickens? Why were they still stuck in knightly honor and strategy when their enemies were using guerrilla tactics? Why not set fire to the enemy's ships in the middle of the night? Those kind of things just blow my mind, this is like #1 in warfare)

I want more Machiavellian characters.

#house of the dragon #team green #aegon ii targaryen #anti team black #pro team green #alicent hightower #anti rhaenyra stans #anti team black stan’s #hotd fic

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doberbutts · 9 months

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The thing that grates me the most about all of these smug "but in the canon-" posts about Radovid is that the guy is *thirteen* during his last mention in the books, at his father's funeral, glaring at Phillipa from behind his mother and swearing revenge on her one day. Sapkowski ends the paragraph saying that he will earn the name "the Stern" during his rule.

Games fans conveniently forget that because King Radovid is such a major player in the games, directly affecting multiple characters as well as the narrative throughout, performing several terrible acts of fascism, and being overall yet another choice of "the lesser evil" between one fascist king and one fascist emporer.

Sapkowski's kings aren't likeable people except kind of Calanthe and Eist and Crach (and I guess technically Esterad and Zuleyka, but they get murdered during the same chapter they're introduced) and all of these people still have done terrible things during their rule. Once again remembering the context of Sapkowski's childhood in a post-WWII Poland will explain why his stance seems to be firmly "there is no such thing as a good soldier also there are no kings that aren't fascists".

Would it make sense for Radovid to go full magic-Hitler and participate in purges, genocides, public executions, and conversion tortures? Absolutely, it's not like other kings in Sapkowski's books have shied away from the same. But we don't actually know that he's going to do that, because that was an interpretation that the GAMES popularized, not the actual canon of the novels.

The games are not canon. They happen several years after canon ends. They make their own changes to the canon and have their own plotlines that deviate from their canon origins. Radovid's future is included in that.

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dukeofdogs · 1 year

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Master post for Gwent lore pt 1

Base set:

Monsters

Arachas Queen

Eredin Bréacc Glas

Unseen Elder

Woodland Spirit

Scoiatel

Brouver Hoog

Eithné

Filavandrel aén Fidháil

Francesca Findabair

Northern Realms:

Princess Adda

Demavend

King Foltest

King Henselt

Nilfgaard

Emhyr var Emreis

Jan Calveit

Morvran Voorhis

Usurper

Skellige

Bran Tuirseach

Crach an Craite

Eist Tuirseach

Harald the Cripple

Year of the Wild Boar:

Thronebreaker

Ardal aep Dahy

Arnjolf

Eldain

Gernichora

Meve

Crimson Curse

Anna Henrietta

Queen Calanthe

Dana Méadbh

Dettlaff van der Eretein

Svalblod

Novigrad

King of Beggars

Cleaver

Sigismund Djikstra

Gudrun Bjornsdottir

Cyrus Engelkind Hemmelfart

Whoreson Junior

Iron Judgment

Merchants of Ofir

Year of the Dire Rat

Master Mirror

Grand Master of the Flaming Rose (Jacques de Aldersberg)

Sparrowhawk (Eredin)

Wrath of Brokilon (Eithné)

The Cripple (Harald the Cripple)

Emperor of Nilfgaard (Usurper)

King of Kerack (Viraxas)

Way of the Witcher

Viy

Erland of Larvik

Arnaghad

Gezras of Leyda

Ivar Evil-Eye

Fallen Rayla

Year of the Great Oak

Stalwart Leadership

Advanced Tactics

Price of Power

She Who Knows

Duchess of Dol Blathanna

Melusine

Leticia Charbonneau

The Witchfinder

Vilgeforz

Year of The Cursed Toad

Vial of Forbidden Knowledge

Mysterious Puzzle Box

Renfri

Eltibald

Boholt

Sove & Ulula

Dagon

Svalblod Bear

Part 2

#gwent: lore #gwent #probably the longest post on this whole website #the seasonal trees are going to be added later in a separate one #because let's face it...#this one is far too long already #the witcher

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tigerlyla-of-metinna · 5 months

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NPC Wednesday: Svanringe Tuirseach

A minor character that has a high position in Skellige. The firstborn and only child of the late King Bran, heir of Clan Tuirseach, which is the same clan Eist from the books came from. Not many thought he is capable of great things. Thought him a puppet to Birna Brans' strings. Yet, he showed his quality by exposing Birnas' schemes in front of the jarls, choosing either exile or death.

I didn't pursue his path to kinghood in any of my gameplays for tactical reasons: I needed some An Craites in the defense of Kaer Morhen.

Photo from my PS4 gameplay with PS enhancements.

#svanringe tuirseach #npc wednesday #witcher 3 #skellige #the witcher #the witcher 3 #virtual photography #ps4 screenshots #TLylaedits/arts

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papatundespainknife · 1 year

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was reminded again about how much i HATE the shows names for the mikaelsons bc they DON’T MAKE FUCKING SENSE FOR 10TH CENTURY NORSEMEN. So i’m gonna throw out here the names i used for them on my very short lived klaus and elijah blogs (burn out is real lol). the idea here was that these were their names they were given/born with which they later change around to the ones we know them by to you know, keep up with the times a lil better.

first off the last names are now MíMISSON and MÍMISDÓTTIR because tHaT’s HoW nOrSe LaSt NaMeS wOrK.

Mímir = Mikael Mímir is a famous character in Scandinavian myth. He was a wise man and advisor to Odin who was decapitated in the Æsir–Vanir War. Odin did some witchcraft to preserve his head and now keeps it in the well at the bottom of Yggdrasil and asks him shit. It just feels like the kinda thing parents would name their kid with optimism he’d grow up Wise and favored by Odin but then he turns out Like That. Picks Mikael later on because he would be the time to associate himself with a divine messenger warrior angel who 1v1′d Satan. The prick.

Eistla = Esther Frankly the one I’m least likely to actually USE the canon name for outside of meta and general fandom talking and only for clarity reasons. Since she died in the 10th century and isn’t around again until the 21st century for a hot minute there’s really no need to figure out a new name for her. Derived from “Eist/Oast” which means like “Pyre/Embers/Fire/Etc” also the name of Jotunn.

Freya = Freya No notes for obvious reasons. Fun fact tho, Freya is just the feminine form of Freyr which means “Lord/Master” or “Fertile” which tracks with how both Freya and Freyr are associated with fertility. Freya is the Vanir goddess oflove, beauty, fertility, sex, war, gold, and seiðr (magic for seeing and influencing the future) so I mean, she’s very accurately named lol.

Finnbjǫrn = Finn Honestly again another dude who didn’t really change his name because he was in a box for 900 years but also lucked out that Finn’s both a nickname for his own name and like, A Normal Ass Name to this day. Finn usually refers to Finland/Lapland and björn/bjǫrn means “bear/warrior”. Which like honestly, yes so real, such vibes for my specialest boy.

Eylaugr = Elijah Eylaugr is the male form of Eylaug and is built from “Ey” which means “island” or “floodplain” and Laug which in old germanic means “to celebrate marriage/to swear a holy oath/to be dedicated” and is likely related to the old Norse “Laug/Log” which means “bath (in connection with religious worship)”. Likely picked Elijah due to the auditory similarity to help with like, fucking remembering it and responding to it (honestly a major factor for all of them lbr) but also keeps the holy vibes aesthetic since Elijah is a prophet and miracle worker and I think he’d appreciate that through line of like, aesthetic continuity.

Næskunungr = Nikalus Combination of “Nes” (ness/spit of land) and “Konung” (king). Old Norse neskonungr = 'ness-king', 'small-king'; one who has no more than a ness over which to rule. Which like, god SUCH A BURN EVEN FROM YOUTH. I’d just been looking for something that sounded reasonably close to “Niklaus” on an auditory level but then I saw the breakdown of the parts and was like “oh yeah, that’s Klaus”. Like you could see it as parents being like “aw little king baby :)” or “look at this napeleon complex motherfucker even before napeleon complexes are a THING” and I think that’s beautiful. Goes with Niklaus later because again, reasonably close to Næskunungr in sound and also means “Victor of the people” and I mean...... Yeah.... He’d do that.....

Ragrifridr/Ragnfríðr = Rebekah Built from “regin” (advise/decision/might/power (of the gods) ) and “fríðr” (beautiful/beloved/good/alive/peaceful/safe). She absolutely picked it for the sound and vibes and nothing else but it does mean “Moderator, To Tie, Noose, To Bind, Captivating, Strong Combatant, Hearty”. Which does feel very good for her so like, 10/10 on that front

Kolr = Kol Again another one who gets no notes. Stunning, perfect, flawless. Kol/Kolr in old Norse just means “coal” so like, lol okay I see we gave up around here I guess.

Heðinn = Henrik Heðinn means “jacket of fur or skin” in Old Norse. I’ve already given some leeway in places like Finn’s name which is more finnish than it is norwegian but I gotta draw the line somewhere and I’m doing it at Henrik’s german ass name. Again another one who would’ve never used their canon name because he’s Fuckin’ Dead. Tried to pick something was from the right rough area and sounded similar enough and then I saw the meaning of this name and was like “oh that’s some nice foreshadowing if I’ve ever seen it”.

BONUS ROUND--

Since I’m the boss now and say that Sage is from the same time period here’s a more timeline appropriate name for her too

Sannhild = Sage Built of the Old Norse: sannr (true/truthful) and “hildr” (battle/fight). Mainly picked for the auditory closeness to Sage and vibes.

#mikaelsons #meta #tvdu #sage tvd #it's my blog so i get to put in the effort that the writers actively refused to put in

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Whumper's Monthly Issue 21 - Failed Execution

@whumpers-monthly

Fandom: The Witcher Netflix

Whumpee: Cahir

Caretaker: Triss Merigold

Words: 17,049 Chapters: 8/8

Published: 2021-10-11 Completed: 2021-10-20

Excerpt from Chapter 5 of Long Story (Written Pre-Season 2):

After numerous speeches had been held by both kings and sorcerers to honour the fallen mages, the last to speak was King Foltest. By the end of his powerfully eloquent oration, several Temerian guards entered the hall, in their midst a prisoner.

Triss Merigold had to look twice before she recognised the man. He was still wearing the typical Nilfgaardian striped uniform trousers and the same black shirt, however, after many weeks spent in a dungeon cell, his hair was considerably longer and he had grown a big, bushy beard. Having been rather on the slender side to begin with, he now looked decidedly emaciated. And sick.

"Today we shall not only honour the memory of our fallen brothers and sisters, mages and humans alike, and form a lasting alliance with the Aen Seidhe, the People of the Hills, against the Nilfgaardian aggressor," King Foltest concluded his speech, "but also see justice done. Bring forth the prisoner!"

The guards walked the Nilfgaardian toward the head of the hall where King Foltest was standing. Adjacent to the monument there was a wooden platform, on it a shrouded, mysterious cuboidal structure that was now revealed as an executioner's block.

"This here," King Foltest pointed an accusing finger at the shackled man, "is the Nilfgaardian commander who led the attack on Sodden Hill and thus is responsible for the deaths of the heroes we have gathered to commemorate. However, this is not all. He also killed our fellow ruler, King Eist of Cintra!"

'Murderer!' 'Death to the king-slayer!' and similar angry shouts rang through the hall. Foltest turned towards the prisoner.

"In my authority as King of Temeria, Pontaria and Mahakam and Prince of Sodden, I, Foltest the first, sentence you, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, to death by beheading!"

On this clue, a tall, bulky, bare-chested man entered the room, his face covered with a pointed black hood with only slits for the eyes, in his hands a heavy axe. The executioner stepped onto the podium. The prisoner, who had drawn himself up proudly, followed, accompanied by two guards.

"Any last words, Nilfgaardian?"

"I'm not a Nilfgaardian. I'm from Vicovaro," the condemned man said hoarsely and with difficulty, trying to suppress a dry cough.

"Well, that won't change anything. Kneel!"

The prisoner went down on his knees and put his head on the executioner's block on his own accord. A guard parted his longish curls so the executioner would better see where to hit.

"Headsman, proceed!" shouted King Foltest. The executioner raised his axe.

"Wait, Your Majesty! I have a proposition to make," Vilgefortz of Roggeveen intervened just seconds before the axe fell. Not a little surprised, King Foltest motioned the executioner to halt. Knowing the cunning sorcerer well, this might be worth listening to although the timing was quite annoying. Well, it was common knowledge that mages loved dramatic entrances, and Vilgefortz was no exception, on the contrary.

"I usually adhere to the motto 'business before pleasure'. Why not let us begin our peace negotiations first and have the execution after dinner, as just deserts, so to say, the blood of the common enemy sealing the pact. Highly symbolic. And it is going to be a lot more dramatic in the dark."

An approving murmur went through the crowd, some even clapped in consent.

"You are not wrong there, Vilgefortz. Symbolism is important. And it seems most of our revered guests approve. So be it then," said King Foltest consenting to the sorcerer's proposition. "Let the historical peace talks between elves and men commence!" He gave a sign to the executioner and guards to withdraw to one of the adjoining rooms with the prisoner. The headsman would not mind as he earned good coin for his services.

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The negotiations were dragging on. It would be far from easy to reach an agreement as there were diametrically opposing interests between the different factions. Naturally, the elves demanded an independent elven kingdom of Dol Blathanna, which the Northern kings, especially the rulers of Aedirn and Kaedwen, could not possibly agree to. The Brotherhood of Sorcerers did their best to mediate, but so far to no avail.

Feeling an upcoming headache behind her temples, Triss Merigold decided to take a break. Some fresh air would do her good. Excusing herself politely, she left the hall. There was a shortcut to the terrace from one of the siderooms. Coincidentally it turned out to be the same sideroom where they were holding the Nilfgaardian prisoner. He was slumped against the far wall, eyes closed, a hacking cough wracking his body. He seemed to be feverish again. Damn Vilgefortz, it would have been more merciful to let the execution proceed as planned. It might still be hours before the negotiations concluded, if they concluded at all today. This was only prolonging the prisoner's suffering. Anyway, weren't the condemned entitled to some comfort on the day of their execution? A last meal, some wine? This prisoner had obviously not had either, not even a simple drink of water. Determined the sorceress left the palace and walked the short way to her home.

Returning with her medical bag, she entered the sideroom again and approached the prisoner. Knowing the chestnut-haired sorceress the guards let her proceed. What was the man's name again? Foltest had mentioned it. Cahir something? From Vicovaro, not Nilfgaard.

She hunkered down in front of the young man, who was still coughing painfully, and picked a vial from her bag. A magical linctus that would help alleviate the acute bronchitis that he had contracted in the cold and damp dungeons. Another one against the fever. And, considering what was to come, a strong pain-killer. If the executioner was good, death by beheading was supposed to be quick and rather painless, but who knew? Nobody who was executed could ever tell the tale. And it was not uncommon that the headsman had to strike twice or even three times ...

"Cahir?" The prisoner blinked, then opened his bleary eyes. "Drink," she ordered with a distinct sense of déjà-vu. Since his hands were shackled behind his back, she had to hold the vials to his lips. After he had swallowed the three potions, she produced a flask of wine from her bag and a glass. Usually she would not recommend taking wine together with magic potions and definitely not on a presumably empty stomach, but this here called for an exception. A surprised look appeared on the Nilfgaardian's, no, Vicovarian's face.

"Why are you doing this?" he rasped.

"I guess I'm an idiot. Now drink before I change my mind."

"Est est," the prisoner said after a few sips looking even more surprised since it was an excellent and very expensive wine. Surely not something you would waste on an enemy prisoner. They had on very rare and special occasions enjoyed it in Darn Dyffra, his family's castle, the last time when he was bestowed the title of count by the Emperor. But that seemed a lifetime ago.

"You know your wines. Drink up, I don't have all day."

"Thank you," the prisoner, having drained the glass to the last drop, offered, his voice sounding a little less raspy and strained. "I remember you," he continued hesitantly. "From Sodden Hill. The dungeons."

"You better do. I spent hours of my life patching up your sorry arse although my hands were itching to strangle you. Mind that."

"I understand." The prisoner said softly, a dejected look in his eyes.

"I need to go." Triss stood up. "Good luck with the execution," she added, not mockingly but actually meaning it. The Vicovarian followed her with his gaze as she left but did not say anything. What was there to say?

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When Triss joined the convening lords and ladies, mages and elves again, it seemed there had been no substantial progress. She sighed. Would they ever come to an agreement? She really hoped they would, it was vital to prevent another elven uprising or the possibility of the elves collaborating with Nilfgaard against the Northern kingdoms. Rumour had it that already bands of dissatisfied young Aen Seidhe had formed, so-called Scoia'tael commandos, attacking human caravans and outposts, spreading discord and terror in Aedirn and Kaedwen. The elves fighting a guerrilla war against the North would certainly play into Nilfgaard's hands. Who knew, the Empire might even be encouraged to launch another attack on the Northern kingdoms and they would have to fight on two fronts at the same time.

It was getting late. Dusk was falling and candles, torches and big braziers were lit inside the hall. The discussion got more heated. Fierce arguments arose. Triss looked over to Vilgefortz. He was sitting back in his high chair, a sneer playing around his lips, and did nothing. What was he waiting for? He had arranged this convention. Why was he not interfering, coming up with a feasible solution? He had not given up the hope of finding a compromise, had he? Actually, the powerful mage had not said anything for a while, had let the other participants rile each other up, even insults could be heard now. This seemed to get out of hand and their leader did nothing? He had even disappeared from the hall for quite a while in spite of the ever increasing turmoil. What was he up to? Did he have some cunning plan B? Triss really hoped he had. But as the situation was getting more and more tumultuous, doubt was creeping in.

Suddenly a guard came into the room. "The prisoner! He is gone!" the man shouted agitatedly. Triss could not believe her ears. How was it possible? There had been at least six guards in the room with the condemned man. And more guards in the hallways and corridors! Together with king Foltest and some others she rushed into the sideroom. The guards as well as the executioner were lying deep asleep in one corner and there was not a trace of their prisoner. More sleeping guards were adorning the corridors. This must be the work of a mage and a very powerful one to boot, there was no other possible explanation.

On waking up, some guards remembered having seen the prisoner being rushed through the corridors by a dark, hooded figure before they had blacked out. Others reported having caught glimpses of the two men mounting a white horse and galloping through the castle gate. Then they seemed to have disappeared. Probably by portal.

The news of the escape of the Nilfgaardian commander did not help the already extremely tense atmosphere in the great hall. Now accusations were thrown into each other's faces. There must be a traitor among the mages who had facilitated the escape, an inside-man or -woman working for Nilfgaard, but who? Mistrust was growing like a cancer, most of all directed against the elven mages. Had they been siding with Nilfgaard all along and this gathering was just a farce to hood-wink and deceive the Northern kingdoms? Or, were there other parties who would profit from these obviously dead-end negotiations? And if so, who? Already the first groups of guests were leaving the great hall, agitated, affronted, angry and disillusioned, the elven delegation, unsurprisingly, one of the first.

There was no way of sugarcoating it, the well-intended peace talks had failed spectacularly.

Read the complete story on Ao3 (WARNING: torture!): https://archiveofourown.org/works/34428718

#whumpers monthly #issue no 21 #the witcher tv #the witcher netflix #cahir whump #cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach #triss merigold #triss #vilgefortz of roggeveen #vilgefortz #cahir x triss #triss x cahir #the witcher fanfiction #whumpers-monthly

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hope you can find someone to love you better than I did... insp.

#queen calanthe #calanthe of cintra #calanthe #calanthe fiona riannon #king eist #eist #eist tuirseach #meve #meve of lyria #queen meve #meve x calanthe #calanthe x meve #eist x calanthe #calanthe x eist #eistlanthe #mevelanthe

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leahsfiction · 1 year

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Katydid Song - Anonymous | 螽斯

katydid song we millions strong listen all my children we shake ourselves awake

katydid song we swarm along listen all my children we all form our lines

katydid song we bid you "so long" listen all my children and now we go to sleep

here's a performance in Mandarin (although the instrumentation, pronunciation, and melody are all new; iirc all of the original melodies for classical Chinese poetry have been lost. all we have now are the reconstructed rhymes and tone-patterns.)

youtube

this is a very old song collected in the Shijing (Book of Songs). have some slightly less old translations courtesy of Wikipedia, starting with a translation into Latin:

Lacharme, Confucii Chi-king, sive, Liber carminum, 1850.

Ode 5

Papiliones dicti Tchong-see, vos animorum magna concordia in eumdem locum convenitis; et quam florens ex vobis nascetur progenies!

Papilionum aus constrepit aer, non interrupta eist vestrorum series.

Papilio Tchong-see, tu cum tuis gragalibus una simul: ex nepotibus tuis gens magna exsurgit.

Jennings, The Shi king, the old poetry classic of the Chinese, 1891.

1.I.5. The Locusts

How do the locusts crowd— A fluttering throng! May thy descendants be Thus vast, thus strong!

How do the locusts' wings In motion sound! May thy descendants show, Like them, no bound!

How do the locusts all Together cluster! May thy descendants too In such wise muster!

Karlgren, "Bulletin no 16," The Museum of Far Eastern Antiquities, Stockholm Östasiatiska museet, 1944.

The wings of the locusts, they are multitudinous; it is (suitable:) right that your sons and grandsons should be numerous.

The wings of the locusts, they are in great numbers; it is right that your sons and grandsons should be in a continuous line.

The wings of the locusts, they are in crowds; it is right that your sons and grandsons should be (clustering:) in great swarms.

Owen, An Anthology of Chinese Literature, 1996.

Grasshoppers' wings are teeming, teeming; fit that your offspring be thus abounding.

Grasshoppers' wings, are swarming, swarming; fit that your offspring go on never-ending.

Grasshoppers' wings, are thronging, thronging; fit that your offspring be fruitful and grow rife.

#poetry #my translation #shijing #katydids #translation #gushiwensday

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The dances aren't that bad after all (Calanthe x fem reader)

(Il post c'è anche in Italiano sul mio profilo)

(English is not my first language, sorry for the mistaken)

<<So stay next to me, evil look and pretend to be mute nobody has to know who you are >> Gerald and I are at the royal palace of Cintra to protect Jaskier from the horned royals. He forced us to dress like sad silk merchants by saying it was best to keep a "low profile".

<< Gerald and T / N the intrepid witchers >> suddenly all the guests of the banquet turn to look at us.

<<Fuck>> apparently Jaskier's plan didn't go well.

<<How are you not seen since the times of the plague >>

<< Good times lot of mousesack >>

<> sack of mouse then turned to me << Y / N because you and Gerald are dressed like sad traders of silk? >> instead of answering I turn to look at Jaskier and from the expression on his face I guess he understood why we are here.

<< Come with me I want to show you something >> so the three of us walk among the tables full of suitors.

<>

<<So it's an old and grumpy kingdom >> says Gerald making a rat-bag smile.

<< How long will all this last the nobility is better to take it in small doses >>

<< I'm sorry for you T / N but do not hope to leave before dawn the suitors will contend for Pavetta's hand all night, a royal wedding is highly coveted, who would not want to become the king of the most powerful kingdom in the region> > says sack of mouse while taking a sip of beer.

<<So which of these privileged balls did you cheat? >> I asked while drinking a beer trying to change the subject.

<<Come with me I'll show you something >> he says walking between the tables until he gets near a table where a man looking like a pig eats as if he hasn't seen food for days.

<< I would never have believed it but that drunkard down there - he said pointing to the man in front of us - will marry Pavetta the lioness has already planned everything with the uncle of the boy Eist of Skellige, no one would dare to hinder such a powerful alliance> > he said as he watched a nobleman turn a dagger in his hands.

<< Skilled with blades and skilled with women >>

<<All appearance, Queen Calanthe has refused his proposal three times, and useless to continue to try the lioness is not made to stay in the shadow of a husband >> while a lot of mouse was talking I realized how a man ( surely the husband of one of the women Jaskier slept with) was cornering Jaskier, I pointed this out to Gerald and together we headed to rescue Jaskier.

<<Forgive me sir it always happens that Jaskier is mistaken for a cowardly rascal but I assure you that it is not so, Y / N can you explain? >> Gerald says turning to me, obviously he wants me to invent something.

<<You are right, sir it is known that as a child he was hit in the balls by a bull >>

Jaskier nods and the man apologizes before leaving.

<< But thank you very much first attract all the attention and then ruin my reputation at court >> says Jaskier offended.

<< We saved you, now try not to get stabbed before dawn >>

Suddenly the trumpets start to sound and a man announces the return of Queen Calanthe, when I turn to look I find myself in front of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, she is in armor with untidy hair covered in blood from head to toe , a real lioness is wild and beautiful.

<<Beer>> shouts the queen, then apologizes for the delay saying that she had to remind the rebels who is in charge, thus making all the men applaud.

I'm still watching her as she walks to the table where her daughter is, Gerald notices it and gives me a knowing smile, obviously he knows about my preference for women.

<<You did not kill a gnat let alone a manticore >>

<> two nobles were arguing, each of them claimed to have killed a manticore, which obviously neither of them had done.

The discussion had become so intense that even the queen joined in << There are famous guests tonight maybe they will be able to tell us which of the two lords is telling the truth >> all turned towards us waiting for one of the two to speak.

. <<Neither>> I said and Gerald nodded in agreement.

<< Are you calling us liars? It is obvious that the butchers of Blaviken are lying >> said one of the lords.

<<Maybe they could have met some sub species of manticore >> Gerald adds after seeing the important look that Jaskier gave him. The queen laughed.

<< Maybe our guests can tell us how they slaughtered the elves at the edge of the world >>

<<In reality, Her Highness, we have not killed any elves, on the contrary we were almost to be killed >> Gerald said as the crowd began to laugh at us << At least when their sword has reached our throat we are not there below, I hope it would have been like that for you too, but I doubt it >> I added.

<<Any man and woman willing to admit their failures will make tonight's conversations more interesting, come witcher sit next to me I'm going to change >> said the queen.

<<These damn clothes I'd rather wear my armor >>

Calanthe said as she touched her corset-tight stomach.

<< Me too, and Gerald agrees too >> I replied.

<< In fact, what are two witchers doing at my daughter's engagement party dressed as >>

<< like sad silk merchants >> Gerald said finishing the sentence started by the queen.

<<We protect the bard from the vengeful real horned >> I replied.

<<A heap of idiots, I am glad of your presence will be useful to me, tonight surely some blood will be shed >>

<> Gerald said taking a sip of beer.

<<You have been hired by the bard >>

<<We are simply doing a favor to a friend Highness >> I replied while she rolled her eyes.

<< I'm just saying that in case all hell breaks loose, I count on you to eliminate some subjects that could be in the way >>

<< Neither I nor Gerald will help you >>

<< As a queen I could force you to do it >>

<<If we were your subjects but we are not >> the queen turns to look at me obviously struck by what I said.

<>

<<I'm sorry height but the torture does not have much effect on those like us >> the queen smiled, apparently she liked me.

During the party Calanthe and I kept talking and I could have sworn I saw the lust in her eyes as the conversations went on.

Suddenly she got up and started walking towards the exit of the hall, she touched my shoulder lightly as if inviting me to follow her, I waited a little to avoid arousing suspicion and then followed her.

I had only taken a few steps when I was pushed against the corridor wall with Calanthe's lips above mine, suddenly her hands were on my body, I gasped in surprise and she took the opportunity to slide her tongue into my mouth. When we separated we were both breathing hard, Calanthe was looking at me with a hungry look practically undressing me with her eyes.

<<We should move this in more private >> she said as he grabbed my hand and dragged me into her bedroom.

Now I am in Calanthe's bed my head on her chest, our bodies full of bites, hickeys and scratches.

There is no doubt it was definitely the best night of my life.

<<We should go back to the party before anyone suspects something >> Calanthe says as he runs his fingers through my hair, I nod and get up to put my clothes back on.

I was about to leave when Calanthe grabs me <<I'll wait in my rooms as soon as the party is over >> I nodded with a smile on mine lips, I can't wait for the party to end.

#calanthe of cintra #queen calanthe #queen calanthe x reader #calanthe x fem reader #calanthe x reader

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@ailesswhumptober day 25: nightmares / flashback / "why didn't you save me?"

[fucked around with the witcher (netflix) story and timeline for this draft of a fic that's probably not going anywhere]

the flaming remains of cintra illuminate the black knight on his horse. the horse whinnies, bucks the man off its back, and morphs into the boarish face of nivellen. "stay with me, ciri. please." his snout and tusks swirl around his face until his nose and ears become humanoid, and his fur is replaced by a head full of quills. "you belong with me." a figure with long, pale yellow hair appears by his side; her slim fingers intertwine with the thick armor on his hands. "you belong with us." cintra keeps burning, and its peoples' screams of anguish become cheers of joy as a new banner is raised over the castle.

the air is cold, but it has nothing to do with the shivering that causes ciri to wake.

"why didn't you save me?" she whispers.

geralt frowns from across the tiny campfire. "you made it to roach before i dealt with the bruxa."

ciri shakes her head. "you didn't need to protect me from vereena. why didn't you save me before?"

"from cintra?" geralt asks, and receives a small nod in reply. "the king imprisoned me when i invoked the law of surprise. nilfgaard began their attack before i got out; there was nothing i could have done for you." he sighs and leans back against the fallen tree he claimed as a pillow.

geralt sounds apologetic enough, but it doesn't matter. they've been on the run for weeks, and he's barely said a sentence about anything, and even less about why they're running and where they're going. it's condescending and irritating, at the very least, to know her destiny and to know that geralt knows it, but he refused any direct question and keeps trying to distract her with roach when she's been polite.

"bullshit! you know, you've known, this entire time about my parents and the white flame. you claimed the law of surprise and you knew i would be the surprise. mousesack told me about the wedding, but you still left me in cintra with them."

"i never get involved." geralt doesn't move, but his voice inches towards the warning growls he uses before he shuts down.

"except for the times when you do," ciri counters, sitting up and glaring at him. "so why didn't you save me from everything, from the start?"

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who are we to challenge destiny? life was saved, debt must be paid, or the whole order of the world falls apart. honor destiny's wish, or unleash its wrath upon us.

mousesack's words rumble around geralt's head as he watches ciri fight off her nightmares.

destiny helps people believe there's an order to this horseshit when there isn't. upon your insistence, i... i'll claim the tradition as you have, the law of surprise. give me that which you already have but do not know.

ciri's legs twitch as she mutters something about running, and what's left of geralt's heart breaks.

the bond that will come into being between you and this child will be extraordinary. if you dismiss it, you will surely unleash true calamity upon us all.

despite what he told mousesack, geralt had intended on honoring the cintran tradition. he had, until the girl's parents were declared lost at sea and coincidentally, rumors from the south spread like wildfire. whatever doubts geralt had about duny and pavetta, calanthe's strength and dedication to her people was legendary. cirilla would be better of with her and eist, with the armies of cintra and skellige protecting her.

love and blood. they both possess a mighty power.

ciri wakes and asks the one question he cannot answer. questions about yen and jask, about magic and signs, about prophecies and species and the continent and its history - those questions have answers that he's not always ready to give, or ones that he doesn't have the knowledge or permission to give. this one is different; there is no book to consult, or anyone else with a relevant opinion on the matter.

why didn't you save me?

#word stuff #ailesswhumptober2023 #the witcher #fanfic #geralt of rivia #cirilla of cintra

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🌱 Te/rf + Twe/rf + Swe/rf, Ra/dfems, Anti LGBT, M/ap or Pe/do, Se/xist, a Ki/nk blog, Abl/eist, Xe/noph/obic, Det/rans weaponizers, Apho/bic —- if I forgot one I’ll add it, basically don’t be a fucking bigot, (Take out slashes between words if you can’t read them)

🌱 BLM, Covid is real, Pro choice, Trans rights are human rights, Trans men are men, Love is Love, and Gay men are not here for your pleasure. I will not discuss politics here, especially if you’re just here to argue. Any asks doing so will just be deleted.

🌱I may occasionally reblog posts that might be slightly suggestive; any of those will be tagged as “eyes emoji” if you’d like to avoid them. I am an adult, and if you are a minor, you might want to go elsewhere— if you do follow, I am asking that you PLEASE do not interact with any of the mature themed posts, as I can not physically stop you but I absolutely don’t condone it. Preferably, only 16+ are able to follow, and I apologize to anyone younger. If you follow me without an age in your bio or are younger than 16, it is not personal, but you will be removed as a follower.

🌱 I am not a therapist, and don’t have any professional mental health knowledge, so please don’t trauma dump on me! That’s something I’d only allow a mutual or friend do, because I simply can’t handle juggling other people’s issues with my own at the moment. (I’m trying to move into a shelter or low income housing, so I’m really not in a good place to be someone’s therapist)

About Me

🌱My name is Magni, but my friends tend to call me Mags for short. I’ve been given a lot of nicknames such as Sprout, Woomy, Beeb, Alastair (long story,) and Magpie!

🌱I am 20 years old (Aries sun, Capricorn moon, Taurus rising) and my birthday is April 3rd. I’m also 5’1 and a short chubby king >:)

🌱 I am bisexual, transmasc/trans-man, demiromantic, and polyamorous. This is to say, please don’t follow/message me just to flirt!

🌱I have multiple mental illnesses, but this blog is partially dedicated to my autism and adhd. I also suffer from a TBI as well as a few other disabilities, but I don’t think I should broadcast all of my problems on a tumblr blog, lol. For what it matters, I walk using mobility aids and suffer chronic pain, and might occasionally reblog or post about those two things.

🌱I have SO so many interests, some off the top of my head being Pokemon, DnD, Splatoon, HxH, FMA, BNA, She-Ra, Homestuck, Soulsborne, and absolutely way more.

🌱 I use plenty of other blogs, my main being @woomybeeb

🌱 My other blogs are:

@splat-of-all-trades (Splatoon)

@undercut-npc (Hyperfixations, posts go untagged so I can spam reblog)

@beebs-bettas (Fish and herpetofauna)

@beebs-babes (DND, art and writing refs)

@mags-bags (Cool shops and things I’ll never be able to buy. I can dream, though)

🌱I always try and make sure to tag any posts that might have triggering content, and when tagging something I’ll type the name of the trigger with tw after it. For example, “food tw” “eyes tw” “scars tw” and so on.

🌱I do digital art for all of my money, and if you’re interested in any of my art, reach out to me at my main blog, or any of my other links in my carrd. I take frequent short breaks from social media because of being a bit overwhelmed with irl things, but I’ll make sure to check as much as I can!

If you read this far, I absolutely applaud you for your patience. Congrats on passing my crash course on Me Things!

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