#vereena

[mossandfable]

Carmilla, D.H. Friston, 1872

The Witcher (A Grain of Truth), Netflix, 2022

Carmilla is an 1872 Gothic novella by Irish author Sheridan Le Fanu and one of the early works of vampire fiction, predating Bram Stoker's Dracula (1897) by 26 years. First published as a serial in The Dark Blue (1871–72), the story is narrated by a young woman preyed upon by a female vampire named Carmilla, later revealed to be Mircalla, Countess Karnstein. The character is a prototypical example of the lesbian vampire, expressing romantic desires toward the protagonist. The story is often anthologised, and has been adapted many times in film and other media.

#the witcher #netflix #carmilla #sapphic #vampire #dracula #ciri #gothic literature #shots imitating art #lesbian #cinematic parallels #vereena #bruxa

[dukeofdogs]

Gwent: The Witcher Card Game | The cards that could’ve been 48/?

Vereena by:

Anna Volkhina, Maja Rogocka

Kayleigh Glaasker, Anna Sinthetic, Tomasz Kwiatkowski

#gwent #gwent: unreleased content #gwent: contest #vereena

[winters-mistress]

Alone No Longer

Gods, Ciri is exhausted. Cold too, so cold that she can no longer feel her legs underneath Vereena's pretty dress. They've been spread wide astride Roach's saddle for hours, catching gust after gust of freezing cold wind, her hair decorated with snowflakes.

Where is she? All the forest looks the same, dark with glowing white trees with glowing white ground, the stars shining bright as she snowstorm ravages on and on.

Where's Geralt? He told her that people bound by destiny would always find each other, he promised her that he'd come to her after she left with his horse. What was in that house? A beeza? A brooksha? Whatever it was was dangerous enough to make his face to chalky white and his eyes black depths because of that potion, and surely that's a bad thing? It has to be, he'd killed things to feed her and never did that. Is that little vial just for monsters? She can't tell, all the girl can tell is that she's lost, cold, exhausted and really sad.

She's greatful that the horse didn't buck her off or hasn't bolted with one of the great roars of wind. Roach could be just as temperamental as her master, she's seen her headbutt him in the face for no reason, and in the next breath lick a long stripe of slobber from chin to hairline. It was very gross, but rather amusing.

"I'm sorry, girl." Ciri moved her leg to run her foot across the cold horse flesh. Her hands are frozen tight to the stirrups, she didn't think she could move them if she tried. "I don't know where to go, what to do?"

What the fuck did Geralt expect her to do? Roach is outside the gate, if anybody other than me leaves this place, ride for your life. Okay, that happened, Vereena was blasted out of the manor, she rode like hell down the hills and streams. But what now? Go somewhere? Go back? Wait for him standing in place? Or keep riding his poor, cold horse in circles until he managed to find them? How could he find them? Surely Roach's tracks were filled with snow now, so what did he want her to do?

Ciri wished now more than ever that he wasn't so grumpy and grouchy and so uncoval, she would really have appreciated another step to that plan of his. Because if he had, she wouldn't be here, cold, tired, lost, riding around in circles just wishing he was here.

Was it Geralt that she wanted? Or Calanthe? Mousack, Eist? Maybe even Dara or Adam. Just somebody to be there, so she didn't have to keep looking over her shoulder as she horse danced in the snow beneath her, waiting for a hunter or a monster or a feather hared Knight who haunted her dreams and made her scream.

"Come on, Geralt." she whispers, wiping the snow from her lips, urging Roach on. The horse continues slowly, she ducks her head down, shivering at the feeling of the snow against the back of her neck. It's cold and wet and she desperately wishes to wake up in Nivelen's lovely bathtub or comfy bed and none of this would have ever happened.

Finally, the girl reaches a hollowed out alcove of a clifface. How far has she ridden? What time is it, will Geralt come?

She can't get off the horse without help. It was only because Nivelen has stored a box near where Geralt situated his mare that Ciri could climb on, but now? No box, no tree stump, no grumpy witcher? She's stuck up here, so once she steers the horse so her side presses against the dry wall, and a pathetic rooftop covers Roach at least, Ciri leans down and rests her face in the damp, knotted mane.

"I'll tell him to brush you whenever he comes back. You deserve as much, don't you, girl? Stuck with me in the eye of the storm." she murmurs. Gods, what kind of crazy person talks to horses? Has her few hours of solitude been the thing that sends her around the twist?

Her face is numb from the cold, and she wishes that either her cloak or Geralt's was there with her. Give her some sort of protection against the elements, because now that she has to be awake the rest of the night, or until the witcher finds her, the last thing she'll do is fall asleep and possibly get her protectors beloved mare stollen or killed.

"Come back, Geralt." she whispers, tears being the only thing that burns her right now. Could Vereena have killed him? Could she have lost another so quickly after her family?

Her eyes want to close, and she fights hard to keep them open. She can do this, maybe he's got a tracker device somewhere, maybe he's been following her this entire time, maybe he's part dog and has caught her scent and is running to them.

She giggles, delirious. Geralt, a dog? She must be loosing it.

She wishes this happened after a full night's sleep, that Vereena didn't start trouble until dawn, half a night sleep after so much exhaustion isn't sufficient. Its hardly good for one's wits to be so tired.

"Geralt." she whispers his name, not sure why. Roach twists her head, winnying. Ciri rubs her leg against the horse again, hoping she won't bolt. Just a moment of rest, that's all she needs. Just a moment-

"Ciri!"

Thr girl wakes with a start, feeling her damp dress stick to her back, and her back pop loudly with how quickly she sits up. Her body tenses and she gasps, but soon sags in the saddle as she finally sees the white haired witcher trudging towards her.

It's light out now, an hour or so after dawn, the sky has a reddish hue. He is a stark contrast against the white of the snow, all black with his hood pulled up, hiding his hair. But his eyes are as bright as ever, and she exhales with relief.

"Thank the gods." she mutters, shaking the snow from her hair. She's not cold anymore, numb now. It's better than shivering, she thinks, and now Geralt can do his witchering stuff and build her a fire to relive her.

Geralt grumbles as he reaches her, he spares a moment to rub at Roach's neck before he stops at Ciri's feet.

"I didn't think you'd go that far." he grumbles, reaching up to grab her. His hands almost connect around her waist, and she's pulled down from the saddle, groaning as she begins to feel her limbs again.

"She wouldn't stop. And you didn't tell me how far to go." Ciri's knees buckle as soon as he puts her on her feet, so he helps her sit instead.

"Gods, you're like ice." He grunts, touching a large hand to her cheek. She closes her eyes, feeling his warmth. How is he so warm? Another witcher trick?

"What happened?" she questions, only now realising that he's got blood on his face. Vereena's blood, Nivillen's?

"Found the bruza, she was feeding on Nivillen." He winces as he says the name. "Tried to get her off, she blasted me away. And we fought for a bit, she tried to bite me. He stabbed her, I ended it. And he told me things that-" he trails off. "-things that changed my opinion of him. We're not going back there." He trails. Ciri doesn't remember hearing him speak so much. He looks at her, scanning and looking for something she's not quite sure of. "I'll get you to a cave somewhere secure-" he decides. "-hunt you down a couple of birds, build a fire to warm you two up." He probably speaks more to himself than her, listing things he needs to accomplish to give himself something else to think about.

"Okay." she whispers, swallowing back another noise as he helps her up. He looks at her again for a moment, unclasping his cloak and sliding it over her shoulders. It's warm, and she sighs with the relief.

"Come on-" but he doesn't let her speak as he picks her up and plops her back onto Roach. He swings up behind her, reaching over to grab the reins. Roach huffs, but begins to walk obediently. "-try and rest, girl. I'll get you to safety."

#geralt and ciri #the witcher netflix #geralt of rivia #cirilla of cintra #fanfiction #ciri is his baby #dadralt #geralt is the best dad #witcherfanfiction #i love him #season 2 fix it #witcher season 2 #Nivillen #vereena #cirilla fiona elen riannon #princess cirilla

[dyingroses]

Some ‘The Witcher + text posts’ posts

#thewitcheredit #the witcher #yennefer of vengerberg #vereena the witcher #vereena #tissaia de vries #aretuza #witcheredit #+ text posts #post #mine #dyingroses #dyingrosesedit

[tipreaper]

Little gathering for Geneva's 20th birthday

#she got a makeover and she is BEAUTIFUL #i havent played with alpha hair s since like 2016 #they are so hard to manage in gameplay pics #but i get it. they look gooood #geneva #milane #vereena #save:mosaic #gen3:mosaic #the sims 4 #sims 4 #ts4 #s4 #the sims #sims #the sims 4 gameplay #ts4 gameplay #sims 4 gameplay #ts4 legacy #ts4 simblr #ts4cc #simblr #my sims #the sims community

[cupcakefoggy]

A Storm Raging on the Horizon, UPDATE chapter 4 posted 7/8/23

While Ciri and Vereena take a step forward in their relationship, Geralt and Wednesday tentatively form an alliance against the looming threat of a rampaging Tyler.

#ciri x vereena #modern au #fic update #cirilla fiona elen riannon #vereena #wednesday x enid #wenclair #the witcher #wednesday #fanfic #witcher netflix #witcher femslash #femslash #crossover #fic crossover #wednesday netflix

[harlstark]

babygirl you’ve committed atrocities unfathomable to mankind

#this is about vereena #my bby #vereena #the witcher #text post #meme

[harusuki]

TIMESTAMP ROULETTE the witcher season 2 episode 1 - a grain of truth

#the witcher #witcheredit #cirilla of cintra #nivellen #vereena #blood tw #flashing gif #tv: the witcher #c: geralt #c: ciri #tsr: witcher

[viking-raider]

Ok, so that lady of the evening, Danika, washed Wyvern blood from Geralt's hair all those years ago, right? And several years ago, Geralt cleared out Wyverns for Nivellen's father.

Same Wyverns I wonder.

#Nivellen #Wyvern #Wyverns #Geralt #Geralt of Rivia #The Witcher #geralt of rivia #geralt #the witcher #witcher #henrycavill #Vereena

[babynames-a-z]

Vereena

Name meaning: True

Name Origin: Latin

#baby names #baby v names #vereena #v #latin baby names #vereena sayed

[spocksmalewife]

ily Vereena <3

#the witcher #the witcher s2 #vereena #bruxa #music #playlist

[dukeofdogs]

Gwent: The Witcher Card Game | Heritage | 1/6

#gwent #gwent: heritage #vereena #mo #lara dorren #cregennan of lod #poor craig

[hieithere]

A Tale as Old as Time

#The witcher #the withcher spoilers #vereena #Youtube

[tipreaper]

Milane went to visit her auntie in Tartosa to talk boy stuff (auntie has been thru it) and celebrate her cousins' birthday

#this family is scattered all over the worlds #loook at the cousin tho #her name is Vereena #milane #vereena #amora #gen2:mosaic #gen3:mosaic #save:rise #sims 4 #the sims 4 #ts4 #s4 #the sims #sims #the sims 4 gameplay #ts4 gameplay #sims 4 gameplay #ts4 simblr #ts4cc #ts4 legacy #the sims community #simblr #relight #reshade

[cupcakefoggy]

“Forever,” a Netflix Witcher oneshot

When a bruxa meets her soulmate, she can't die. When a traumatized girl falls in love, she realizes how strong she truly is. They've fought so hard. Maybe together, they can finally rest.

[Vereena/Ciri, rated G, 2192 words, written for Femslash February prompt: Fight]

#the witcher #witcher netflix #alternate universe #AU - Canon Divergence #canon divergent #cirilla fiona elen riannon #witcher ciri #vereena #ciri x vereena #witcher femslash #femslash february #femslash feb 2023 #vampire #bruxa #vampire x whatever the hell Ciri is #elder I guess? #idk close enough lol #man I love Witcher but y'all seriously sleep on the femslash in this fandom

[fleshacker]

Red hand of God

#tw blood #tw horror #my art #dark urge #oc: vereena #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 dark urge #du being daddys best girl