#lilacandunicorns

[witcherreborn]

Geralt and Yennefer

@lilacandunicorns

Ten years.

That was how long Geralt had been living as a modern Witcher.  He worked with the government killing monsters that they knew still existed.  He also brought things like vampires and werewolves in to be judged.  Most were released instead of being killed; but all were given help to deal with their afflictions.

In these ten years he had amassed a fortune.  He lived in a penthouse in New York, waiting for his handler to bring contracts to him rather than going out to search for them.

It was on this day that he was passing by a tattoo parlor when he saw her.  

It was Yennefer, he was sure of it.

Those eyes.  Those haunting eyes.

And from outside he could already catch the scent of Lilacs and Gooseberries.

Opening the door, the Witcher stood before his former lover.

“Yen?”

#lilacandunicorns

[caracarnn-archive]

@lilacandunicorns​

“ you were there, weren’t you? “ his voice comes out more steadier than he had assumed that it would. Yennefer was someone that he had been anxious to meet. after all her power was all but famed, she was that sorceress that everyone talked about but no one knew. he preferred to go under the radar especially after the life he’s live, the things he’d seen, and the things that people had revealed to him about his life. light, he wasn’t going to recover from the inability to control his powers, he knew that much. Yennefer, however, was powerful. had he meant to seek her out for just that?

“ at Sodden Hill? “ because he had been there also. he had fought and he had slipped through the fingers of Aretuza, of Nilfgaard also. he didn’t want to be in anyone’s hands, not when he had such fear of his own powers. he regards the woman closely, brows furrowed and a hard swallow taken. “ everyone’s heard tales about you but I assume that most aren’t true. “

a quirk of his lips gives her a smile. all Bard’s tales but all that he’ll take with a grain of salt. the only thing that he’ll accept is the obvious power and confidence she exudes. she was a bloody legend. what would she think of his own problems with his power? did he dare tell her of the things that he could do? 

#;threads #verse ; of monsters & men ; the witcher au #lilacandunicorns #ch: yennefer of vengerberg

[wxldchxld]

(im trying to ask you literally all the questions) For Yen/Beck:

What was their first time like? Who usually initiates things? How often do they have sex?

Do they have a dynamic (Dom/sub) or are they versatile?

@lilacandunicorns

Ask me all the things I love it.

What was their first time like?

I'm gonna be honest I can't really be sure if this means "what was Beck and Yen's first time like" and "what was Beck's first time like in this verse" so I'll just give you the answer to both.

If it's what I imagine Beck and Yennefer's first time is like my guess would be heated? Yen is already flirting with her and Beck is also a shameless flirt, I would imagine eventually the tension just snaps at some point and they jump each other.

If it's what was Beck's first time like in this verse then I am gonna say it was with Harper. Who is, canonically, Beck's ex in this verse. They started dating fairly young, and they were all over one another from the moment they met. But they were in their early teens, and it was a few years before they actually had sex. Their first time was probably one of Beck's most intimate sexual encounters, because they'd spent a lot of time planning it. This, and her other early-life sexual encounters, have left Beck with a pretty positive idea about sex.

Who usually initiates things?

My guess is that they both would, but I don't know your Yennefer super well yet. Beck will initiate a lot. She's an extremely touch driven person who wants almost nothing more in life than to touch and be touched by the people she loves. She also loves to tease people. Walking around half-dressed, making sly comments, doing whatever she can to rile her partner up.

How often do they have sex?

Beck has a very high sex drive in relationships, so she'll take it any time it's available TBH. Morning, night, afternoon tea, she's not picky about the time or even the place, really. She's also got an unbelievable amount of energy and stamina so... Basically she's not going to hound Yennefer for sex but any time Yen is down, Beck is there in a flash.

Do they have a dynamic (Dom/sub) or are they versatile?

I'd say it's more of a dom/sub thing. Beck isn't versatile and doesn't really like to be in control. She likes to be a brat sometimes, but she's one of the least dominant people in the entire world. And she does explicitly get off on being dominated. If Yennefer wants her to top her, she'll try it, because she thrives off of pleasing her loved ones, but it's not her preference.

#half of these sound like cop outs to me #but i don't wanna make assumptions about ur muse lmao #post type: unformatted #lilacandunicorns

[xradiant]

@lilacandunicorns​

she’s glad that the day is coming to a close. sometimes nights, although still busy, prove calmer and she can settle herself more easily. the weight of her power is indeed heavy but she’s glad that she has those that might be able to help her. Jorah, Missendei, and of course, Yennefer. her Mage. the one person that Daenerys readily trusts without ever having to make her prove herself. Yennefer always had the best intentions, even if their opinions didn’t always see eye to eye, Daenerys knew that they had one another’s backs no matter what.

coming into the room with two cups of wine she hands one over to Yennefer with a small smile on her lips before she settles across from the Mage. “ you look exhausted. I think that it’s time that you get yourself some rest. I can hear your exhaustion. “ it was a long day, the Slavers constantly attacked any sort of move that they made, no matter what. Yennefer had to deal with the bulk of it. “ have a drink. relax a little. “ she urges although Daenerys does indeed understand how hard it was to shirk the burdens of the day.

“ we can talk as others do. “ Daenerys urged, arranging her skirts and then taking a drink from her wine. “ tell me what is something that you would be doing if you weren’t here being the Mage of the Dragon Queen. “ and she smiles over the rim of her cup at Yennefer, curiosity filling her eyes.

#starter #interaction ; daenerys & yennefer #lilacandunicorns #ch: daenerys targaryen

[maggicktouched]

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Cherrilice tightened her hold on the horn of her saddle and exhaled. Beneath her, her cliff stalker lurched forward and effortlessly cast the duo air-bound. The enormous feline caught its footing on the other side of the gap on the side of the mountain---clinging to bits of rock so small, Cherry couldn’t even see them. A few stray pebbles went sliding, their whisper practically a roar in the thin mountain air, but they didn’t budge until she gave the signal to her mount that she was ready to move.

There was a high pitched whistle of distress in the distance, so loud and so shrill that as it trailed away and echoed it sounded like an agonized scream. Cherry drew in a breath, put her fingers into her mouth, and tried to whistle in return. It carried down the frosty rocks along the old miner’s trails where they were riding, down into the valleys to get lost in the forest and up to the peaks to ascend to the heavens, and she waited on baited breath. Time stood still for a few horrible seconds, and then, she let out a sigh. There was no response. Verena was either too far gone to understand her call, or too far away to hear. 

Neither was ideal... but the former was a considerably worse option. When not in their right mind, Verena was one of the most hostile creatures she’d ever met. A deeply seeded fear paired with a horrible viciousness had been beaten into them for hundreds of years. 

For four days she’d been tracking her friend across the mountainous terrain, ever since they’d been pulled through that portal and separated, and both she and her cliff stalker needed a rest. Cherry pressed her heels into the side of the cat’s ashen coat, and they continued their crossing. It required a precise balance of skill, trust, and athleticism to ride a beast across sheer cliffs and mountain faces. If her weight pitched too far forward, she might fall off straight to her death, and too far to the side or the back would throw off both their balance. But she couldn’t just sit there like a lump on a log either. She followed her cat’s eyes, felt every twitch of its body beneath the thin leather saddle, and followed it flawlessly. Up one second, then falling fearlessly the next, leaping forward or crawling back, Cherry rode expertly.

“Easy now Eyrri.” Cherrilice whispered, sitting back in her saddle and stroking the animal’s back. The cat paused obediently, but then its head jerked to the side. A low growl rumbled through the stalker’s chest, and Cherry felt it deep inside her as well. She gathered her reins in one hand and demanded, “Steady.”

But it was useless. Eyrri shook her head and took a handful of rebellious steps forward. Unusual. 

“Alright then... what is it?” She eased back up on her reins, and the cat’s body sunk down low. Her feet left the stirrups, and she laid as flat as she could against the saddle, shielding her face with one arm as they loped down the mountain side into the brush of the scrubland at the base of the mountain. It was not a smooth ride. 

They must have ran a mile, maybe even two by the time the cat slowed. By now the sun was starting to rise, and against the pale yellow of the sky, she could see the tale-tell sign of campfires rising over the tops of the trees just ahead. 

“Fuck.” Cherry pulled her stalker to a hard stop and roughly snatched the spyglass from her boot. Sure enough, through the branch and brush, she could make out the movements of people. A sizable amount of them. And it looked like they were headed up the mountain. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

She needed to get them out of there before Verena caught their scent. What the dragon’s hearing lacked, their sense of smell made up for. Likely the only reason she was still alive was in some dark, distant part of her friend’s confused mind, a part of V refused to see her as prey or threat. These strangers wouldn’t be so lucky.

Apparently there wouldn’t be any time for rest after all. 

With her right hand she pulled the cat away, up the only visible trail to the mountain top, and with her left she shoved the spyglass back in her boot. A swift kick sent the cat sprinting onward, back up the steep incline until it was too far up for horses to reach. 

She waited there, crossbow at the ready, astride her snarling cliff stalker, until she saw the group round the corner of the mountain. She took aim at the first one she saw, a man in fine armor. Right behind him, a woman in dark clothes.

“Turn back!” Cherry demanded, her eyes narrowed. “There’s nothing but death for you over this ridge.”

#here have a very very long starter lmfao #lilacandunicorns

[goldenbutcher]

@lilacandunicorns​ sent a raven: ❝ tears aren't a woman's only weapon. ❞ + ciri !

“mother,” she says with a smile. “i know what a sword is. tears and swords. what other weapons are there?”

“besides magic, obviously.”

#interaction.ciri #lilacandunicorns #ciri.main

[witcherreborn]

Buttercup and Yennefer

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“Yennefer?”

It was a tattoo show.  A huge convention center set up with many different tattoo artists from all over the country.  Buttercup had been looking on getting another tattoo.  The musician wanted a sleeve depicting his past life as Jaskier.  He wanted something to represent The Witcher, Geralt; and he wanted something to represent the great war.

He hadn’t expected to see an old friend behind one of the booths.

“You do...know me, right?”

Was this Yennefer?  Did this mean Geralt was alive?  Ciri?  Who else had been reborn.  For surely this had to be Yennefer!

#lilacandunicorns

[witcherreborn]

Eskel and Yennefer

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Not many knew that Eskel was a victim of domestic abuse.  The mother of his child had been abusive both physically and emotionally.  He had stuck around only because she had become pregnant with his child; and then had come the trial to gain him full custody of his son, EJ.  Not that the boy’s mother had even wanted him.  She had only kept him so that she could use him against Eskel.

But now...now EJ was fully his.  His abusive ex was out of his life.

But she had left a scar.  It was easy to hide with clothing.  It was a scar on his shoulder blade.  She had stabbed him.  It was this scar that had led him to getting full custody of his son.

Having learned about a women who did artwork to cover scars, especially for domestic abuse survivors; he had set up a meeting.  He wanted something dedicated to his son to take up the space.

EJ was currently with his grandparents.  Eskel’s parents had been very supportive of their son.

Stepping into the shop, his eyes took in a beautiful woman, and shock filled him.  Did this women remember her past life?  Or was her appearance just a coincidence.

“I’m here for a tattoo consult.”

#lilacandunicorns

[witcherreborn]

Koin and Yennefer

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Koin had been searching for years.  Ever since his memories as Coen, the Witcher; had resurfaced; he had known that others such as him had been reborn as well.  He didn’t know if they had memories or not; but he knew they were alive again.

Using his magic, searching for the closest soul he had a connection with, Koin found himself in a tattoo parlor.

The mage looked around with catlike eyes; something that he had been born with, a sign of modern sorcerer families.

Koin was shocked however, when his eyes fell on Yennefer.

“Yen?”

The man moved closer, confusion clouding his mind.

“I thought I was looking for another WItcher.  I had suspected Eskel. not you.  Amazing.”

Koin smiled brightly.  “It’s me.  Coen, though now I go by Koin.  Oh, I do hope you remember me.”

#lilacandunicorns

[wxldchxld]

“I think it likes me touching your belly.”

"Yes, well, they aren't the only one." Beck chuckled lightly, sinking a bit further into her seat. Yennefer's touch always brought with it a sense of grounding, of security. It was a balm to her ever-restless spirit. But apparently their little one didn't feel the same. It stirred with excitement at Yennefer's touch, and Beck hummed in mild discomfort as the baby wriggled within her.

#lilacandunicorns #finally someone will give beck a baby #post type: unformatted

[chaotiicgoods]

@lilacandunicorns​ said: “ you should be scared of me. i like that you’re not. ” (for Sirius? Cross over maybe?) MEMES FOR THAT SPECIFIC BRAND OF SHIPS | ACCEPTING

Sirius is a bit RECKLESS, and maybe that’s why he’s not scared of her. But he doesn’t care much. He has never thought like the others suggest him to think -- he prefers to be the one making his own opinion. Anyway, he can tell Yennefer isn’t a bad person. He has been pushed away by his own family at a very young age. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t want to judge her.

“I’m not sure I’m scared of many things.” He admits as he lets a brief chuckle escape his lips. “But why should I be scared of you, exactly ? I know many witches and wizards. I’m a wizard, too. Maybe you’re different than them. Maybe you’re not that different. But I don’t think you’re scary.” 

#ohhhh i like that crossover :o #sirius rp #lilacandunicorns #v: tbd

[caracarnn-archive]

CHARACTER SHEET

BASICS

NAME: rand al’thor

NICKNAME: : the dragon reborn? LMAO

ALIAS(S): a few but not really any he’s too well known to be known by anyone else lol

GENDER: male

SIZE: 6′6

AGE:   23

ZODIAC:  lbr this doesn’t exist in WoT

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: idk what the language is called lmao english? bits of the old tongue

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

HAIR COLOR: red

EYE COLOR: gray-blue - they’re very hard and beyond his years ok (fckn lews therin)

SKIN TONE: light skin

BODY TYPE: athletic, lean

VOICE: deep. sometimes hard, too hard. sometimes too cold. sometimes soft. SOMETIMES TOO MUCH LIKE LEWS THERIN

DOMINANT HAND: right

POSTURE: a bit slouched at the start and then develops a far more upright and demanding psoture

SCARS: SEVERAL. notably the two wounds at his side that never heal. does the loss of a hand count?

TATTOOS: two dragons running from the backs of his hands up along his forearms. HOWEVER they aren’t necessarily tattoos

BIRTHMARKS: - n/a

CHILDHOOD

PLACE OF BIRTH: the slopes of Dragonmount

HOMETOWN: The Two Rivers

SIBLINGS: n/a - half sibling - Galad Damodred

PARENTS:Janduin of the Iron Mountain Taardad (birth father) Tigraine/Shaiel (birth mother) tam al’thor (adoptive father) kari al’thor (adoptive mother)

ADULT LIFE

OCCUPATION: the dragon reborn? king? 

CURRENT RESIDENCE(S): plenty? he doesn’t have a STATION but he has rooms in most palaces of the cities he’s conquered

CLOSE FRIENDS: mat cauthon / perrin aybara / nynaeve al’meara / egwene al’vere (she counts still RIGHT lol) / thom merrilin / moiraine damodred / 500 or so maidens / rhuarc / etccc

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: (verse dependent BUT) is bonded to three women, close to marriage tbh. min farshaw / elayne trakand / aviendha 

FINANCIAL STATUS: wealthy af although he doesn’t use much of it

DRIVER’S LICENSE: doesn’t exist in this world

CRIMINAL RECORD uhmmm? doesn’t have one lmao 

VICES: DEATH. he’s TOO accepting of death it makes me cry

SEX AND ROMANCE

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: straight

PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE: locked up tight so that no one sees where the cracks are.

PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE:  thinks he takes the dominant role in things tbh 

TURN ONS: people who care, who have purposes, who generally enjoy being with him

TURN OFFS: women who care cold, unfeeling, who don’t care about other people or who think they’re better than everyone else

LOVE LANGUAGE: where everything is just known, words don’t have to be spoken. oaths and feelings are generally just known and understood and accepted

RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES: keeps people out too much, far too much, can become cold and needs to be drawn out but in the right hands he can open up but for the most part he locks everything up insnide

MISCELLANEOUS

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG: idk a few but man or a monster by sam tinnesz is good

MENTAL ILLNESSES: plenty of them it’s so sad. he has borderline DID, major ptsd, terrible anger issues, horrible claustrophobia, is borderline suicidal at times

PHOBIAS: claustrophobia / atelophobia / thanatophobia

SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL: he’s confident in some ways, many ways and then terribly unconfident in other ways. HE’S FULL OF CONTRASTS

Tagged by the wonderful @in-my-soul​​

Tagging: @luckhissoul @inprometheanfire @tothedevilsshow @malumxsubest @windtold @niightwatch @lilacandunicorns​ @impulse-incorporated​ @moirainescdai​

#.headcanons #*cuddles my son* #tw suicide mention #long post for ts

[wxldchxld]

@lilacandunicorns

The days where her mother openly hunted her were long since passed. As her brother had gotten older, he’d put a stop to her attempts to manipulate his throne and with that came a demand that the price on her head be abolished. She was grateful for that, but still too wary to linger in the lands of the Foxes or the Wolves for too long. Now and again they’d meet on the borderlands--her and Fenris--and have tense, short discussions about what was happening in their lives, both too afraid to say the things that really mattered: that there was too much pain inflicted on them by their mother---too great a rift between their worlds---to ever recover what they’d lost, but they both wished that wasn’t true. They’d say goodbye, and both go their separate ways for another half dozen years.

But despite the freedom of her latest years, Beck had still ceased her endless wandering. She had settled down for a couple of years in her forties, never imagining she’d live so long, and bought herself a small cottage and some land in a safe place near some of her dearest friends, but even as her small farm had grown, she found life growing too stagnant. She’d had the entire place enchanted over the next several years, and when everything was right---every spell perfectly in place---she had set off once more to explore the wilds as she had for her formative years. 

For a handful of weeks she’d taken up on the outskirts of a town in Seal territory along the north eastern coast where the sands were black and the air was thick with salt. She traded the Seals her service as a priestess in exchange for their help upkeeping some of the enchantments on her home and their prolonged tolerance of her presence. It wasn’t her favorite arrangement. She’d hated preforming the rites and rituals even when she’d been an active member of the priesthood, but there were things the Seal people knew, skills and craftsmanship that even in all her power, she would never possess.

Beck stooped down at the edge of the shoreline to pick up another shell, and wiped the sand away on her apron. It was little enough to fit in the palm of her hand and a pale grey. She tucked it into her pocket and pressed on. She was about to wade out into the water to see if there were any muscles about for her lunch, when a familiar voice invaded her mind.

“Something is here.” Angrboda said, the words dripping with disdain and distrust. 

Beck turned back toward her little farm, a bright explosion of colorful flowers and vibrant paint against the otherwise grey morning. Her home was a maze of barely controlled gardens and overgrown grasses. She had a pond in the back for the ducks and the geese, and a couple of paddocks where her sheep and two dairy cows grazed within the safety of the low-lying stone fences. It---like most everything about her---looked like barely contained chaos, but she knew every inch, every cobble pathway, by heart, and even from a distance she could see a cloaked figure approaching her gait. 

She lifted up her hand to her mouth and whistled, and falling from the sky like a shooting star, Habrok descended on the beach, shifting even as he landed into a brilliant golden stallion. He shook his mane, and nuzzled her shoulder as she hoisted herself up onto his back, and then they took off at an easy trot up the stretch of beach. He stopped when they were about fifty paces from the stranger, and Beck slid down from his back so he could keep his distance. Habrok had never grown to trust anyone but her.

“Good morning.” The friendliness in her voice hid any suspicion or leeriness she might have been feeling. 

The stranger was a woman, or at least she appeared to be at the moment, and Beck could feel the magic flocking to her in droves, but there was something---unfamiliar about it. Something Beck didn’t recognize, and that made her a little uneasy. 

Still, she kept her perfectly practiced smile and waved for her to step through the already opened gate. “Is there something I can help you with, my friend?”

#lilacandunicorns

[goldenbutcher]

@lilacandunicorns​ sent a raven: ❝ it’s better to be cruel than weak. ❞ + geralt !

“i find cruelty is often rooted in weakness,” the witcher says, frowning at the chess board before him. she’s won this; he’d like to think he let her win, but yennefer could dance circles around him even if he was semi-decent at chess. sometimes. he beat dandelion. that had to count for something, right?

“besides, i’ve found if you hit them in the face, you’re both strong and precise.”

“check.”

#interaction.geralt #lilacandunicorns #geralt.main #I LOVE THEM ALREADY