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thequietesthing · 10 months

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THE WITCHER SEASON 3 VOLUME I - REVIEW

SPOILERS AHEAD

YOU'VE BEEN WARNED

Okay so this season felt different than the previous two, maybe for the best. I am not that into the original witcher lore (books and games) that i’m that fixated on canon events so i’ll just judge what i’ve seen on screen.

Geralt: my darling mr. Cavill you are the brightest light in this show, I don't think that anyone will be able to understand and portrait Gerald better than you. Now said that, I don't think Geralt has been very Geralt-y this season (pls don't kill me for saying this). Yes, he should have changed by the power of love and family but they didn't show it. I assume that this magical transformation, that has started in season 2, should have continued and evolved in the 6 months in which Geralt, Yennefer and Ciri live together, of which we see incredibly little. Yes, the letters (very nice touch btw), yes the nice dinners together and Yen's grovelling but not very much on how this affects Geralt intrinsically. So we end up six months later that he is a mostly changed man, and good for him but I wish we could have seen more of a development. Also this season, now that we have finally placed all of our pieces on the board, inevitably focuses less on Geralt and his moods and adventures and more on the general plotting of the entire cast. Also they didn't give my man enough monsters to hunt (maybe the budget was cut seeing how many actors they had to pay). However I loved when he went to Annika's house and the moment when he recounted his childhood and the relationship with Visenna; I feel that in that moment the true talent and acting ability of Henry came through. I thoroughly enjoyed how uncomfortable he was at the mages ball; he's always so put together and firm that it was extremely funny seeing him a bit out of his depth. Anyway as long as it's played by Henry Cavill, Geralt will be always a 10/10 for me.

Yennefer: Contrary to common opinion I liked Yennefer last season. Yes she was selfish, yes she's willing to sacrifice Ciri and betray Geralt to get her magic back, but people don't seem to understand where she's coming from, and I think that a bit of explanation is given in this first part of the third season, through conversations that she both has with Ciri and Tissaia; this is not the place to write an entire apology of Yennefer but the core is this: to her, before, magic was everything; she was mistreated as a child, she never felt in control of her life, and the only way she found her way out of that was through her magic, of the power that she discovered within herself that helped her to finally stop feeling like a nuisance, to finally matter. Once she meet Ciri and she gets to know her however her priority shifts (as often happens with motherhood) and she finds out that she doesn't care whether she is powerful or not, as long as her child is safe. Now, with this out of the way, I loved Yennefer this season (as always). Anya Chalotra has grown so much into herself and her acting in these three seasons and it shows. Her relationship with Ciri is just beautiful (I was skeptical about it before because of the close age between the actresses but they embodied the mother-daughter bond perfectly), her and Geralt will never not be my favourite (I wish they had more scenes tho) and her and Jaskier are hilarious (also, more scenes pls!); but what I found very fascinating about Yennefer is the relationship she has with the other mages, of which we have always seen stunningly few. I found interesting the accusation Ciri moved to her when they were in that spa(?) to which Yennefer responds that that is the version of herself she "needs" to be around those people (strong, uncaring, playing the centuries old politics game of saying one thing and meaning another), and I really liked that because before Ciri was only "coddled" by witchers who are authentic and never had the need to play politics because they stay well away from them. Digression aside, Yennefer with other mages was really nice to watch, how she plays in the duality of who she is and who she needs to be and how she doesn't trust anyone between her peers, only Tissaia that has assumed a kind of a mother role for her. So, long story short, I love Yen and I always will.

Ciri: this poor girl has been through so much. Everyone wants her and she doesn't know what to do with herself. I felt like in this part of the season things just have been happening to her, rather than her having an active role (being dragged around the whole Continent like a package by a Witcher and a mage certainly didn't help) but it seems so me like her developing story and the general plot are going at two entirely different paces: she's still unsure of what to do, of her magical training, while the rest of the story feels almost like is at it's end and she's still there. Anyway, other than her most obvious relationships (Geralt and Yennefer) I liked her relationship with Jaskier this season; he's very protective of her and they act like he's a young uncle with his niece. Also I liked how her spending a lot of time with Yen and Geralt is starting to filter through her character, as she has become a sassy, brave, curious, know-it-all, but still she sometimes acts impulsively or foolishly as apt for her age.

Jaskier: We see him for more than 3 episodes! I would count this as a win already. I genuinely like Jaskier, I feel like he's always been the most relatable and funny character, and this season is no exception. I think Joey Batey is a comedic genius and his acting, and singing, skills are really unparalleled. I loved his journey with Radovid (who to be honest I didn't like at first, even though he is played by Hugh Skinner), they are very cute, especially their scene before the kiss, I was like awwww. Also Jaskier rivalry with Valdo Marxx is iconic, when they meet on the ship and he has a whole band backing him up and Jaskier only has Geralt and Ciri, it was really funny. Also finally Jaskier gets some well deserved love from Geralt, after 3 seasons he calls him "Jask" ♡.♡ (man, our standards are low)

Anyway, you'll forgive me but I'll give a rapid view of all the other characters because otherwise we'll be here all day.

Francesca's role this season has been practically null, other than making the final alliance with Nilfgaard she's going after Ciri (like everyone) and we did not see any repercussion or regret for the murder of hundreds of babies which had me like... ok.... Fringilla is freaking hilarious but I have also not understand her point in the story for now Cahir goes back to his murderous master after killing his elf friend, but I still like him; I think the actor is jumping through hoops trying to show us the duality of this character and how what he does actually affects him Emhyr, other than scheming and burning family pictures he seems to be doing nothing else (for now) Triss is the smartest in the freaking room, also the only one who cares about those poor girls! Everyone is like Ciri,Ciri all the time and she's like what about those poor vanished girls, I love her, but please don't let her have a romance with Istredd, who still after 3 season is going after that freaking Book of Monoliths; I hope that now that he's found it he will find peace and a good barber Tissaia and Vilgefortz I don't trust either of them, even though at the end of this part we find that is the latter and not Stregobor to have taken the girls, and if I'm honest until that scene I believed that "the woman with the funny voice" was Tissaia; also Vilgefortz is also leading on that poor Lydia... nope don't like the man Philippa Eilhart is a legend, didn't like her at first but she's smart as a whip and I think she's playing Dijkstra like a violin (also if they don't show the creation of the Lodge of Sorceresses I'll riot)

One more thing before I shut up, just a quick thought on the last episode: the idea was very well thought, to switch up the linearity of narration by including some back and forth between before and after as Yennefer and Geralt recount the night's event to each other and us (a bit Ocean's 11 style) but the execution.... I didn't particularly enjoy how it was done; maybe I need to see it again but while the change of camera angles through the same scenes helped (so that except for two moments maybe, we heard the same lines but the cameras were in different positions) it felt very repetitive and stagnant. The only positive thing was the music!! That fucking song is now stuck in my head forever: all is not *thud thud* as it seems *thud thud*, stuck all night in my head, anyway also very appropriate lyrics lol.

Ok, I think I'm done(?) I'm sure I've missed something but if it comes to mind I'll edit it in later

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notsofriendlyfriendlyreminder · 1 year

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The lodge sleepover

Philippa: C'mno Triss! Tell us all about your new man! Keira: Yea! Yennefer, who joined to get intel: Yeaa! Triss: OKAY! Well he is tall a bit cold but in a good way. Philippa: Oooohh Triss: He has light hair. Keira: Sexyyy Triss: He might not look like he cares but he cares you know- OH and he's a witcher! Philippa: At least you don't have to worry about children. Keira: Exactly! I'm jealous- Yennefer you okay? You look mad.

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chaosandorder46 · 4 months

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#ao3 fanfic #yennaia #yennefer x tissaia #tissaia de vries #yennefer of vengerberg #triss merigold #sabrina glevissig #philippa eilhart #margarita laux antille #Cost of Chaos #fix it fic #andrea gibson

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fangirleaconmigo · 2 years

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How about some intimate but unrushed rainy-day-on-the-couch wlw smut? No pairing preference 😊 If this doesn't fit your writing mood no worries as well!

Thank you! You know what, I’ve been wanting to do Philippa and Triss so that is what I’ll do.

Philippa x Triss

Explicit but just barely. Fade to black mostly. (I’m trying to actually write shorter fics)

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“Pet.”

Philippa watched the red curls slip through her fingers.

Triss stirred and wiped her face on Phillips’s chunky knit throw blanket. “Shit. Sorry. Fell asleep again.”

Philippa closed the book. The plunking of the rain against the roof grew more frenzied.

“You’re like a large sexy baby, little one. The moment you don’t have any stimulus, you fall right asleep.

Triss laughed sleepily and pulled herself up. She wrapped her arms around Philippa.

“You just have a nice voice.” Triss placed a soft peck on Philippa’s cheek. “What should we do then? We could bake something. Oh! Let’s play a game.”

“A game?”

“Yes. Truth or dare.” Triss grinned. “I was always good at that one.”

Philippa snorted. That’s because there’s no one you won’t kiss.

Triss pinched her. “You’re so mean.”

“You love it.”

Philippa wished she hadn’t said that.

Love.

Triss had been mooning at her for weeks, waiting for an “I love you too.” Philippa had been steadfastly ignoring her. She didn’t care for that sort of thing. She had only ever told people she loved them when it suited her needs. And this did not suit her needs.

“I, unfortunately, do—-love—-it.” Triss blushed.

Philippa spoke quickly. “Alright then. Truth or dare. You go first.”

Triss sat up and crossed her arms.

Philippa felt an impending doom crackling in the air, louder than the thunder.

“Truth: tell me you love me, or-“

Philippa rolled her eyes. “You’re being childish.”

“—dare, go outside and dance in the rain.”

Philippa was grateful that she had a nice porch. She could stay relatively dry while she contemplated what kind of dancing she could possibly do in a mud puddle.

She pulled her shawl around her and grimaced at the sheet of water coming down from the gray skies. She just wanted to be back on her couch with a beautiful redhead asleep on her lap. But no. The beautiful redhead was torturing her instead.

Triss threw up her hands.

“Look at you!! You look like I’m leading you to your death! It’s but even cold! It’s just wet!”

Philippa huffed and looked away.

“You are such a baby, Phil!”

Triss took one step down the porch stairs.

“What are you doing, Triss?”

Triss threw up her arms. “I feel like I’m trying to get a toddler to eat her broccoli! It feels GOOD saying I LOVE YOU to someone you LOVE.”

“Triss,” Philippa said. It came out whiny. She covered her mouth.

“And it feels GOOD!” Triss said,” (She was beginning to sound a bit hysterical) to DANCE in the RAIN!”

Philippa tried to stop her. But Triss slipped from her grasp.

And there she was. In a mud puddle. In Philippa’s yard.

“Someone is going to see you!” Philippa called through the rain. She had quite a bit of property, so that wasn’t strictly true. But it was the only thing she could think of.

“I don’t care!”

Triss danced in the rain. Philippa wasn’t sure what kind of dance it was. It looked like it belonged in a strip club actually. But Triss looked happy. Her cares fell from her face. She lifted her arms and spun.

It actually did look kind of fun.

Philippa noticed the branch just in time. She dropped her shawl and was standing right next to Triss when she tripped.

Her arms were suddenly full of a very wet Triss.

“You caught me!”

“I did.”

And Philippa looked down at her desperate little soaking wet idiot, and she did the unthinkable.

“Because I love you.”

Triss leapt up and squealed and almost busted her lip kissing her. They laughed and stumbled back to the porch and plopped onto the big chair on the porch, kissing and grasping at one another.

Then Triss slipped from her grasp again. Her eyes sparkled mischievously. Philippa didn’t even try to hide her whining this time.

“Where are you going?”

Triss sunk to her knees. She nudged apart Philippa’s legs.

“Positive reinforcement."

#the witcher #philippa eilhart #triss merigold #Philippa x Triss #Merihart #there’s not much smut because #apparently when I do that they become really really long #ALSO #apparently #i cannot stop writing feelings #descarada writes #descarada writes merihart

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ofcorvobianco · 2 years

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Tower of the Swallow Spoilers

During Yennefer's magascope call to Triss:

Yennefer: Are you going to help or are you too pretty?

Triss: ....

Philippa, from the other side of the room shouting: She is too pretty.

#yennefer of vengerberg #triss merigold #philippa eilhart #philippa x triss #witcher books #the witcher #tower of the swallow

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mysticalwonderlandpeanut · 1 year

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greenfinchg · 2 years

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Merihart ❤️

#philippa eilhart #triss merigold #merihart #triss x philippa #philippa x triss #the witcher fanart #the witcher #the witcher 2 #wlw art #Wlw #my art #artists on tumblr

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seraph-of-innsmouth · 2 years

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Sheala was powerful. She knew this, knows this still, and others knew this, and so, many feared her. And Philippa was casting Margarita away. Not intentionally– of course not, Philippa would know better– but she had her eyes on Triss Merigold. Merigold was a puppy, obsessed and needy, and Margarita was a broken woman. Philippa was making her choice, and she was always one to appreciate worship.

So, Sheala, being feared, decided that having a broken woman to pretend to fix– a broken woman who was kind and just so happened to be rectoress of Aretuza– would be beneficial. It was, for a time. Margarita was an asset, and to be handled as such. She would be taken to bed, would be ravished, and then used– she was a powerful tool for negotiation and she endeared Sheala to people, they started to think of her as kinder, more understanding, more soft-hearted, and she used it to her advantage.

She didn't notice how Margarita was breaking, slowly chipping away and cracking, and that she was a dam and not a doll. Sheala was adding, slowly, to the water pressure against Margarita's defenses, the former playing King of the World on top.

And, so she found herself plummeting into the waters; being rushed under waves of repressed emotion and turmoil as they swept into her lungs. She almost drowned.

But she was powerful, and she was strong. She handled it, because she could. She pet Margarita's hair, and whispered into her ear that it was okay; that it was over now; that what was done was done, no fault of her own.

And Margarita... She believed Sheala. She wanted to believe her so badly, so horribly, terribly, much, that she did. So, she fell with Sheala into the waters and they swam together, Sheala acting as best she could as a buoy in the storm.

She pitied Margarita, so fully that she came to her and acted as a lifejacket; something to stop the drowning, even if it didn't always work, even if the waves were sometimes too large and they both drowned in them for a night. Sheala always came back, though, and Rita became a source of joy; a source of trust and a thing that she had power over helping, something that needed her, even if it didn't want to. Sheala wanted Rita and yet did not need her, Rita needed Sheala and yet did not want her; because Rita couldn't trust herself to love someone.

"I love Tissaia, and I loved her," she would cry softly, "and yet she didn't love me enough to stay," and Sheala would just kiss her head softly and let her talk. She knew that nothing she could think to say would be enough, not for lack of trying to think of something that could mend that wound as magic would a bruise or cut; she knew that this was far too deep a wound to heal like that, and a wound left alone to bleed for far too long; and she knew that it would never fully heal, there would always be a reminder, a touch, a smell, a taste, an action or word, all to bring back the memories and drown the woman in tears. There would always be that scar and it would always bring pain when poked at too hard. Even so, she tended the wound with care, responding to every question of "Would you leave me?" with a kiss and an embrace. Sheala, she knew now, would never leave this woman on purpose; not without going through hell and back to keep her. Sheala would do everything in her power to keep this woman safe and content in her arms; and she did.

They were tortured and killed off, one by one; it felt like every day was just another person Sheala knew killed, and she felt herself lose hope with every wound and every question drawn out of her with the blade of a knife. She knew pain beyond physical with an intimacy she never had before, and she wept for Rita silently and without tears. A sorceress did not cry.

When the Witcher Geralt and Yennefer got to her, she knew she had already died; so she begged to see Rita, to touch her face one last time, tell her why. Make her know that this was not a choice for herself. Rita came, and she wept fully and freely and Sheala talked to her, comforted her, walked her through her fears and horror like she had learnt so well to do.

"I care for you, Margarita Laux-Antilles; my Rita, my cherry blossom. I care for you so deeply and so very fully and I need you to know this, my Rita. I need to go, and you need to let me." Sheala paused, letting her Rita process what she was saying; making room for objection or word. There was nothing but silence and sorrow. Sheala continued, "I am going because I care, my cherry blossom, and because I cannot continue to care if I do not. Not as deeply or as well, and certainly not as long as you or I would like; so you must let me leave. I am asking permission, my beautiful Rita."

"I don't want you to go." It was almost a sob, but Rita, her Rita, was much stronger than anyone gave her credit for. Even Sheala, herself, for a time.

"A want, a need, and a wish, are all different, Rita," Sheala whispered into Rita's lips, as she levied herself up on her arm and pressed her nose to her Rita, "and I know that you need to let me go, for now. You can join me; Tissaia and I, both; later on, once you have lived fully and freely. She would have wanted and I want now, for you to have that. It's what you deserve, Rita.

"Please don't go. I love you." It was almost funny that the first time Sheala had heard that from her Rita, that it would be her last, "I don't need you, Sheala, my flower, not anymore. But I want you. I want you to stay. You can go, but you have to, you must know that I am yours just as much as you are mine. I love you."

Sheala laughed softly; she hadn't known, and she hadn't known that those very words that she had only ever heard twice from her Rita were the very thing she needed to confirm that Rita was going to heal from this. Rita healing was all she needed, and she was satisfied to know that she would die at peace with what she had left behind.

"I know."

And with that, they kissed for the last time; both knowing that this was the last time forever for both of them; and they parted ways. Rita watched as her lover died a merciful death, one that was not as dignified as she deserved but more so than the slow and humiliating death that would have befallen her. Rita would have loved her anyway– because that was how love was; it seeds and is fragile as it grows into maturity but, once established, will be hard to be rid of– but, Rita also knew that Sheala deserved this mercy, and that her Sheala had wanted to stay and care for her. So, she honoured the person she loved, just as she had honoured the one she had loved before and during her; she loved them both fully, and still fully, though only one had been free.

She left the place that she had been kept and tortured, and she went back to the place where both of her lovers now lay, separated by a small plot of land, about three feet across.

She spent most days in the garden that held her two loves, and she worked herself half to death most months, but she was happier than she could remember being in a very long time.

She got old and, with age, came illness and, with illness, came an end. She was worried, in her own way, about the lives of those she would leave behind, but she knew that she could not keep going forever and that, someday, it would be someone else's job to take care of her again, if she kept on. She didn't want that, as that had been Sheala and Tissaia's place and always would be so. So, she let herself degrade peacefully; knowing that it was now her turn.

She let herself be lain in a bed after she had trouble with her breath, and she let herself be fussed over for a few hours before quieting the room, telling them that it was alright and that she wanted to go; that she was alright with death and that it didn't scare her. She let people say their goodbyes and she said her own, her breathing getting raspy and shallow. She finally slipped away, after a little and she slipped with a soft, reassuring smile.

"Thank you, so much. I'll take care of everyone from now on. You don't have to worry," Nina whispers, closing Rita's eyes for the final time. Rita has breathed her last breath and she is resting, far away from the horrors that she had to witness and close to all the people who trust and trusted her; she is here, among those who were, in at least a partial capacity, dependant on her, and those who will miss her dearly for her part in their lives. Her adepts don't shed tears, but they whisper words to themselves and her; words that are sweet and bitter and full of sorrow. Those who she grew with, learnt with, all look on with determination to do what is needed to be done, even though she is gone; they whisper in their minds words so similar to the hushed tones around them.

Rita is covered in fabrics; none fine, mostly burlap and scraps of burnt dresses, but it's what she deserves and so, it is what she is given. She's spent so long not being given what she deserves. And this place, Aretuza, has spent so long ending in tragedy; it's finally been given a peaceful end. Finally, an ending to celebrate instead of mourn; and a love not broken, but peacefully set to rest in the heart of Aretuza.

They all set to digging a grave, among the flowers of the rebuilt courtyard; something Rita had spent hours upon every day, taking a large workload and barely any rest until is was once again beautiful, maybe even more beautiful than it had been; no-one really remembers exactly how the courtyard looked, it had been so long and the memories so painful.

There were grave markers, one filled with lavender and bluebells, the other with black hellbornes; and her grave was set between. She was lain to rest among them, a small cherry tree planted among the fragrance. The smell suited her.

#mcd #major character death #major character injury #major character illness #tissrita #sheala de tancarville #margarita laux antille #tissaia de vries #margarita lauw antille x sheala de tancarville #philippa eilhart #triss merigold #merihart #non con #non con elements #my writing

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cycian · 2 years

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Fringilla and Yennefer commit several small crimes. Triss is hangover and makes poor life choices. None of the above is surprising.

#the witcher #Yennefer of Vengerberg #Triss Merigold #philippa eilhart #fringilla vigo #yengilla #merihart #sabrina glevissig #francesca findabair #sabrina x the elves #franny and ida are shaggin the racism out of brina #the lodge of sorceresses

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corvo-bianco-lilacs · 2 years

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Y'all know that I'm a whole ass gay mess, and I need more MeriHart in my life...

So! You know what that means!

So do all of you!!

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It was the heat... That was all, right?

Triss gazed out at the lake from her place in the garden, her eyes watching the bare woman who dipped beneath the surface of the water before coming back up moments later, slicking her hair back from her face.

The heat had to have been getting to her... That was the only reason she was staring at the beautiful woman, right?

It wasn't at all due to her flawless skin, the three moles on her left shoulder, the dimples in the small of her back, or because of the dips of her hips...

It had to be the heat. She was sticking to that.

"Triss, darling... I'd hate for you to strain your neck from turning it so much to watch me."

Triss flushed at LEAST ten shades of red at being caught.

Philippa Eilhart may have been blinded, but she was no stranger to her effect on women.

And she loved every minute of it.

She stepped out of the water, walking back to the garden, her clothes still lying abandoned on the shore of the lake.

Leaning over, her hands resting on the arms of Triss' chair, she leaned in and pressed a kiss to those perfectly flush lips, making Triss yelp at the contact.

"Phil!"

"Oh hush. You're so easy to tease, darling... I can't help myself." Philippa replied, pressing another kiss to Triss' lips, her hands gently cupping her cheeks.

"Phil, you're still naked..."

"And you aren't? It's scorching out here, darling." Phil teased, pulling at the collar of Triss' blouse. "Come swim with me... Keep your old lover company."

Triss' blush grew deeper as she allowed Philippa to lead her back over to the lake, her loving partner helping her strip free of her clothes before she followed Philippa into the lake.

Well... She certainly didn't know Philippa was THAT good with her fingers...

She made a mental note to relay her lover back in kind later that evening...

#the witcher #witcher fanfiction #witcher fanfic #oneshot #witcher #triss merigold #triss x philippa #philippa eilhart #philippa x triss #philippa is a master with those fingers of hers...#we all know it 😉

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andropedia · 1 year

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#merihart #Triss Merigold #philippa eilhart #triss x philippa #wlw

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zoeysdamn · 10 months

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Fanarts and illustrations masterlist

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Meet the artist (TW: mention of mental health issues)

The Wicther

The Witcher Tarot - Major arcanas

Jaskier

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Philippa Eilhart

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Emhyr var Emreis

Avalla’ch

Yennefer and Geralt

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Cirilla of Cintra

Radovid V

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Ciri

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King of Pentacles - Vesemir Queen of Pentacles - Francesca Findabair Knight of Pentacles - Margarita Laux-Antille Page of Pentacles - Shani Ace of Pentacles - Sheala de Tancarville

King of Cups - Crach an Craite Queen of Cups - Lytta Neyd Knight of Cups - Iris von Everec Page of Cups - Hjalmar an Craite Ace of Cups - Keira Metz

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