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#the witcher dialogues
velvetcloxds · 2 years
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Hi Monique, I hope you’re doing well and having a lovely day!! For a dialogue, only if you’d like then maybe pumpkin carving with Geralt and/or Lambert? I love the image of them carving pumpkins with their swords 🎃
"This is absurd," Geralt grunted, clearly frustrated but somehow still managing to place the sword down on the table without too much fuss, for your sake, of course. "What is the point of this, lass?" he demanded in a huff and you couldn't fight the amused smile the little outbursts caused, much resembling the outbursts had over painting eggs for easter or picking flowers with you for spring.
"Oh, bear," you mused, gentle hands settling on his broad shoulders, leaving him all but melted to your touch already, instantly calming his frustration.
He was not truly that bothered having to spend time doing these silly activities, he was not a delicate man, was all, couldn't get his hands to do what his mind wanted to do, for you, of course.
"Gentle," you reminded him, slipping a hand down his leather vest, quick fingers stealing the dagger from his pocket. "Maybe try using this one instead," your suggestion made him grunt, oddly, it was a loving sound, one separate from the countless others he'd offered before.
"What will we do with the insides?" he quizzed, settling in your touch as you placed a kiss atop his head, peaking over the mess of white curls to see him succeeding slightly, a crooked smile much resembling his own carved into the squash- it was all he could find on the road, despite a pumpkin being your only request upon his return.
"I could make us some stew," a delighted hum, new passion in his movements at the mention of your cooking. "Something warm to aid us against the cold."
"Hopefully, this might scare it off."
"Maybe," you smiled, looking down at his creation, not missing the way he looked quite pleased with himself at the sight of it, all comedicly terrifying in its glory, not at all as horrible as he thought it would be.
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saturncodedstarlette · 5 months
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“You were a wonderful experience.”
“You were… everything.”
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asweetprologue · 1 year
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u can’t tell me this isn’t their entire vibe
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i really think the witcher would benefit from a long running comedy gag going on in the background. like if we take jaskier in blood origin as an example, i think every now and again he should just magically disappear on secret magic sandpiper missions and then reappear in the next scene like nothing happened (and i'm talking actually magically disappear and reappear like you just see him POOF out of existence and then POOF back in. like covered in blood or in a completely different outfit which he then has to try and explain). or he's a wanted man for various sandpiper/secret spy reasons but he hasn't actually told anyone yet so every now and again you see him in the background really shittily and comedically taking out assassins that are after him. no one else ever notices and it is never brought up in the show.
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endiness · 10 months
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Dialogue from Radovid's audition scene
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markantonys · 25 days
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the music in WOT is never random. even if it's just very soft background music, it's relevant to the scene. practically every time there's music playing while egwene is onscreen during s2, the tune is egwene's theme, rearranged and reinstrumentated in dozens of different ways to match the tone of the particular scene. mat has quick little snippets of his theme tune play during various scenes of his, often mixed with the old blood theme from s1, and it finally blares out in full glory for the first time during the horn of valere scene, to parallel how mat is truly finding himself for the first time. even secondary characters like liandrin, siuan, and aviendha have their own dedicated theme tunes that play during their scenes and are never repurposed as background music in other characters' scenes. and all the themes have lyrics in the old tongue that suit the character or concept the theme is about! in conclusion, lorne balfe is truly doing the Most, and i'm so grateful he's the composer for WOT and i hope he'll return for every season the show goes for.
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cherryjuicegf · 8 months
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"What's that thing you keep saying to Yarpen everytime you meet?"
Jaskier's face, buried into the crook of her neck, surfaces for a moment to look at her questioningly. Yennefer does not grant him a glance back. Only, her hand continues to stroke at his hair absentmindedly as she stares out the window, at the setting autumn sun.
He knows at once, of course. There are few things that torture him in his life, but few as they are, they leave little room for mercy.
He sighs. "Well," he mutters, somehow unwillingly, "it happens to be my full name."
Yennefer's eyebrows raise in amusement, the corners of her lips slightly twitching. He thinks of kissing them, the way he has done and will do, soon, but perhaps not now, for he has settled warmly in her arms and the curious scrunch of her nose is far too endearing from down here.
"Hm. You're a funny little thing..." Her fingers scratch playfully at his head and he feels himself blushing. Then, finally, she looks at him. Daring. "I want to hear it."
His heart drops to his stomach, just a little, and he suspects she feels its absence under her hand because she keeps on staring, waiting. Her eyes glint with unspoken thirst, gentle like that of a little kid discovering a shell buried underground.
A shell, maybe, of an old self. One that he shies away from now, before her. He shakes his head.
"Ah, it's not important." What's gotten into her now to unearth this, of all things? "It's ugly anyway."
Yennefer rolls her eyes, fond, insistent.
"Come, now," she prompts and her voice is oh, so soft that his heart almost crumbles back to its place, just to feel the sound vibrate on her skin. A cunning smile. "Do I not have the right to know my husband's name? I may even use it."
At once, he laughs. Silent, surrenderring, certain there is no escape and it's so unfair and so, so sweet, the way she forces his own hand to dig inside his chest.
His face returns to its hiding place into her neck.
"Julian," he says, a bitter taste. "Julian Alfred Pankratz."
She hums, satisfied. Now that she's seen it, the relic, she averts her eyes.
"Why use it, then?"
Jaskier muffles a chuckle against her skin, trapped. He considers not answering. But it's not like she will not know anyway. And maybe he has been alone in knowing for too long.
The images of another life flash before his eyes and he winces in distress.
"Perhaps," he swallows, shrugs, "it sounds more imposing." Fraudulent attention, false power, enough to feign importance. Reeking more than royal. He smiles. "At least, I thought so when they called me that. A bit scarier."
He thinks, the name of a flower is not always heavy enough to rock the ears, and this is why he chose it for himself. Only, perhaps other ears are more welcoming to what is heavy to the tongue.
Then, again, it didn't make much of a difference, did it?
Yennefer sighs, brows slightly furrowed as though pensive, working it in her mind. It's almost a relief, the lack of impression it's left on her.
"Julian..." she whispers after a while, not so much calling him by his name as feeling it on her tongue, letting it flood her mouth. His whole body shivers in her arms. Soft, light, like a feather's caress, she feels it, dusts it like she would a rare finding settled between her hands. She squints her eyes, picks apart every sound. "Julian, Julian..."
A lump is suddenly choking his throat, and he can't help but smile, let out a breath that has been weighting on his chest.
"Strange," he breathes, laughs. "It sounds beautiful when you say it. It sounds..."
"Important?" Yennefer smiles faintly and meets his gaze. He smiles back, grateful. Nods. "That's good," she shakes her head, lowers her look just a bit as a thought clouds her eyes. "It's good... to hear your name uttered like it's something precious."
Jaskier parts his lips to say something but forgets it at once. He stays there, still, staring at her face and the way the evening paints her eyes in a deep haze, and makes her look even softer than he could ever have imagined her. Glowing, like a gleaming stone. That's what it is, then.
He grins and sits up to look at her properly, to take her in.
"That's right, Yennefer of Vengerberg," he whispers, slow like a prayer, tender like a poem, and brushes her hair back, finds her eyes.
Then, he holds her face gently in his hands, and she leans into the touch to lay her own name between them in return. And he kisses, at last, the smiling corners of her lips.
"Something precious indeed."
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mylarena · 1 year
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i really love that trope where geralt lends jaskier his clothes at kaer morhen without mentioning theyre his, and all the other wolves are endlessly amused and smug about it. geralt just scowls at them and their teasing and jaskier doesnt know what the big deal is or why they keep giving his shirt pointed looks- he thinks it looks great with the way hes styled it! over his years of traveling the path, hes thought up plenty of ways he can make the bland and dark clothing geralt wears look fashionable. he hasnt convinced geralt to let him style his clothes on him yet, but this shirt is close enough, almost exact, he thinks, so he’s testing out his ideas on himself now that he can.
geralt took his laundry to wash and he hasnt returned it just yet, which is a little annoying but the clothes hes given him to wear are fine for now. again, he has a lot of looks to try out. geralt probably managed to misplace it, or something. the keep is huge, after all.
what isnt fine, though, is the smug smirk lambert gives him every damn morning with no explanation. and geralts always so growly in the mornings, too! gods, youd think he’d be more at ease around his brothers, but its like hes always straight up snarling at lambert and glaring at eskel and coen. vesemir doesnt seem to get any of his ire, at least.
one day, while he’s lost exploring the expansive halls, a basket of bright, familiar fabrics catches jaskiers eye. when he pushes open the door fully, he’s a bit surprised to see all of the clothes he had handed to geralt to be washed- all in perfect condition, if a little dusty. he furrows his brow and deigns to ask geralt about it later- right now, all he wants to do is take his clothes back to his room and put on his favorite doublet.
and so he does! he looks fucking great,if he says so himself. and he does say so. after tousling his hair a bit to give it a charmingly disheveled look, he struts himself into the main hall, practically preening. hes hoping for some acknowledgement on his clothes, even if its just teasing from lambert.
but what he gets is silence throughout the hall. lambert is staring at him with an eyebrow raised. eskel is looking between him and geralt. coen knowingly snickers into his mug. geralt looks fucking devastated. vesemir is minding his own business.
jaskier opens his mouth to speak, but then lambert looks at geralt and bursts into howling laughter. geralt snarls at him and stands from his place at the table, brushing past jaskier as he stomps his way down the hall.
coen gives him a sympathetic look as he approaches the table they're seated at. lambert wipes away a fake tear of joy, giving jaskier a wolfish grin.
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oxenfvrt · 1 year
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“I’ve always fancied dark-haired men. Oh well, any port in a storm.”
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mercisnm · 10 months
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The leader of the Brotherhood should know about that, she seems to know everything else.
Yennefer and Tissaia's reunion at the vault might just be my favourite scene from this (half) season I just need to draw it
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not-your-bro · 7 months
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need a version of blood & wine where regis abstains from alcohol like he does in the books, so he and geralt can have a revised end-of-dlc campfire conversation that's like
regis: this moonlight makes me oh so dreamy…
geralt, drunk off his ass: dreamy bout what? waitwait lemme guess. WOMEN
regis: no, no. i was thinking about… [gazes longingly at geralt] oh, how anything can look interesting when properly lit
geralt: [hiccups] girl you're drunk as hell
regis:
regis: geralt i'm drinking tea
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velvetcloxds · 1 year
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sweet nothings: can I please request modern!music teacher!Jaskier and female (or gn reader) teacher reader decorating their classroom whilst sharing some sweet moments together, please? Thank you so much! ♥️
"Perfect," Jaskier hummed, amused as you plopped down on one of the cloud-like ottomans in the reading corner, paper leaves hanging from ribbon vines, swooning over your head in the shape of a tree.
"Isn't it just?" you mused, looking up almost dreamlike at the perfect little nook he'd helped you create, moments after you'd helped him paint music notes all over his own classroom. There was still evidence of such on your hands, stray streaks of painted hair adding to the perfect day and perfect scene. "Think of all the worlds we'll visit over here."
"Hmm, can I join?" he was kind in pretending you'd deny him, arms already stretched out to beckon him forward, pulling him down onto the rainbow carpet with the sweetest giggle leaving your lips. "Where will we go first?" he mused, pulling you against his chest as your knees stretched against yours.
"Anywhere we want to," you insisted, pulling a random book from the bookshelf next to you, the one Jaskier had painted to look like a little ranger car in a wildlife park, to match the safari theme of your classroom, or course. "Wonderland," you breathed, fingers sauntering over the gold print of the book title.
"Thought we were already there," he picked a stuffed bunny up from beside him, pointedly looking between the two of you, the giggle from your lips earning you a quick kiss to the back of your head before being tackled in an attack of tickles.
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saturncodedstarlette · 8 months
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“If worshipping you is what you ask, I’d be happy to spend the rest of my life on my knees.”
Does It Hurt by H. D. Carlton
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yennefxr · 9 months
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and if i told you mahesh jadu just posted bart edwards seducing him to a harry styles song, what then?
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evies-frye · 10 months
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i’m still in awe about how this is a real scene
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divinekangaroo · 13 days
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Started reading Lymond Chronicles after @deadendtracks' comment that SK must've read them too / based Tommy on Lymond....
and like i'm what, at ch3 or 4 maybe and...
yeahhhhhhhhhh XD
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