⌘Yennefer Open Starter⌘

ofmvoonlight​:

Her voice was familiar not only because of his dreams but because of some nagging sensation in the back of mind. So many times before he had heard her speak his name and every single time it would bring him a raw sense of happiness. All he wanted to do was wrap his arms around her frame and shield her from the world. He wanted to protect her but what would he protect her from? This town may not be perfect but it wasn’t all that bad. It wasn’t dangerous unless you wandered in the woods at night. He wouldn’t let anything happen to her. He refused.

“I feel many things when I look into those eyes of yours. I have dreamt of you. Of your voice and the sound of your laugh. How could that be when I have not met you before? How could that be when I have searched high and low for you only to be met with blank stares. No one is like you and that is confusing”

Geralt was a normally grumpy, cold and brutal man who hid his heart and emotions from the rest of the world in order to keep himself safe. But around this woman all those walls just fell to the ground and his heart was exposed. In his hands was his beating heart and it was yearning for the other. 

“Please just tell me”

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The hand that was placed atop his between them gripped tighter, and the other moved to his face, a thumb smoothing over the crease in his brow. A silent urging to relax. She always thought him beautiful, scars, rough edges, and all. 

Yennefer cupped his cheek, pad of her thumb sweeping over it for a moment before moving it to rest in the center of his sternum. Forcing a smile, “Fine, I will tell you. Believe me or not, know that I do not lie, especially not to you. This town, wretched place, is not all it seems. Some find their minds… distorted. Memories gone, emptiness or new ones in their place. You seem to be one of those few. You don’t know anyone like me, because there isn’t anyone who could ever match up. I am one of a kind, as you once told me,” her smile went a bit more genuine before falling again. 

“You’ve met me before, of course. We are…” she never knew the word for their bond. Not friends (no matter how many times they had made that joke). Dating was too silly. They certainly weren’t married. “We are important to one another. Very important.  Neither of us are very good at saying it, but I..” 

Love you. She couldn’t finish it. Not now. 

Yennefer leaned up, difference in height aided by the slight platform of her boots. She placed a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, swiping the light transfer of lipstick away with her knuckle. Not realizing how much it would affect her, she let go of him, turning away. Jaw clenched, looking up to the grey sky, eyes tightly shut in prayer that she wouldn't begin to cry. 

wickedpotions​:

.·:*¨༺  KATE  ft.  river

KATE  FINISHED  WIPING  DOWN  YESTERDAY’S  FACTOID  OFF  THE  MINI  CHALKBOARD  SHE’D  BOUGHT,  and  thumbed  through  her  phone  for  the  next  one.    It  was  one  of  her  favorite  bits  of  the  White  Rabbit  during  Pride  Month  -  getting  to  share  information  to  the  community.    When  did  the  first  gay  bar  open?    1936  -  Mona’s  440  Club  in  San  Francisco.      The  bell  chiming  pulled  Kate’s  attention  away  from  the  board,  as  she  smiled  at  the  woman  who  walked  in.      

     ❝  Welcome!    We’re  not  too  packed  right  now,  but  be  warned  -  it’s  poetry  night  tonight  and  I’ve  had  a  lot  of  people  promise  to  come.  ❞

. ・°゜⊱⋅⋅ @bombadills​ 

❃゜・。. ・°゜

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River had not had much time to explore town since she had arrived a few months back. Her job kept her busy making lesson plans, grading papers, and coming up with engaging activities for her students.  She had heard people reference places here and there, and felt it was high time she actually got around to visiting some of them for herself. 

Having decided to go to the White Rabbit after work was one of the best ideas she’d had in a long while. Upon entering it was easy to see why people liked the place so much. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been individually greeted when walking into a bar (but to be completely fair— River didn’t remember much of anything). 

“Poetry night?” River flashed a smile, “I had no idea. How exciting!”

picturedspells​:

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Dorcas stifled the giggle that arose in her throat at the word “moogles.” Obviously she couldn’t mock him for it, and she’d never do such a thing. But it still made her want to giggle a little bit.

Dorcas was about to answer his question, before seeing him shift his hand and sharply remembering that she had a job to do here. She cleared her throat.

“Erm, yes, a bit. But first I think I should get this out of your hand first.”

Dorcas picked up his hand gently with her own, and then waved her wand over it with her right hand, muttering a spell. The thorn barbs gently rose into the air out his hand, and Dorcas grabbed a small container off the counter to capture them in, careful not to touch it with her own hand and then fastening it tightly with a lid before placing it aside. She’d like to take the time to study them later.

Dorcas performed a quick disinfecting spell on the wound before grabbing some gauze and wrapping his hand.

“Right, leave that on for the rest of the day, and you should be fine,” she said. “In answer to your previous question, I’d say it’s got similarities and differences. In my world wizards were hidden away from the rest of the world. We kept our magic a secret from non magical people. But here, we can perform magic out in the open and be completely honest about ourselves. Nobody really bats an eye. I really like that part. It’s nice not to have to hide. I’d say that’s the biggest difference, besides there being different sorts of magic and different magic users. Like I know some people who call themselves mages, and their spells are completely different from mine. It’s fascinating.”

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Nodding, Sam gave his hand a quick look, as if he had nearly forgotten the pesky things were still there. He was surprised how little effort it took for the whole thing to be done and over with. In a moment it was like nothing happened at all. After looking at his restored hand impressed, Sam let Dorcas work on wrapping it. 

“Well I knew this place was all about speedy care, but this has to be a new record,” he grinned.

It was nice to hear Dorcas didn’t have to hide anything here. Secrets were a hassle, especially such life changing ones as she kept. He knew that very well. “It is fascinating! We have magic where I’m from, but as you said the specifics differ greatly to many people in this town.”

⌘Midna & Merlin⌘ 

for the one and only @wickedpotions​

 Midna was restless. She was spending more time taking walks these days. They helped to clear her head in a way that nothing else she had found here could. Everything was so messy now. 

After the initial elation to be reunited with Link came the explanation of where she was (and where she couldn’t return). She was unsure of how that made her feel— yes, she loved her realm and her people, but it was exhausting work to support them. Midna thought of them often on her walks, which were often at night. 

She rarely came across others, especially the later the hours became, and the deeper in the forest she ventured. Of course, she had been warned of the dangers that could be waiting for her there, but Midna didn’t mind it. The bit of adrenaline kept things exciting. In the few weeks since she had arrived, her path had crossed with only one other person in the wood. The vague possibility of meeting another felt like just that— a vague possibility. 

Midna should have known better than to expect things to stay that way. 

As she strolled down the path, head swimming with thoughts of her beloved Twili and her far away home, her feet made no sound as they trampled the debris of the forest floor. Her attention was caught by a wisp of red fur a few meters off— a fox. She smiled slightly as she watched it paw at something hidden by the shrubbery, though her face scrunched when it heard something and bolted in the opposite direction. Midna turned to come face to face with a man she hadn't seen before. Placing a hand on her chest, she gasped softly, “Goddesses you scared me. Don’t you know its rude to sneak up on people like that?”

⌘ Follow Up Questionnaire of Midna Twili⌘

Restate your name and living situation.

midna | Midna Twili. I live in an townhouse on Duffryn Way on my own.

How long have you been in Sallow Hills?

m | I’ve been here for four-ish months-- since February.

How well would you say you are handling your homesickness?

m | I’m not particularly homesick at all. I miss my people, of course, but this place is much more exciting and freeing than the Twilight often allowed me to be. Besides, Link is here, and that helps quell any of the nerves.

Would you ever want to leave?

m | I’m not sure. I don’t want to leave Link and Zelda behind again. They’re my best friends. 

How would you describe your satisfaction with the town itself?

m | Its a fine place. Not my first choice, but its decent enough. I do wish there were more fun things to do around here, though. You spook one resident, you’ve spooked them all, ya know? 

Any other comments, questions, or other tidbits you would like to add?

m | Nope! I really don’t have the time to waste thinking of bs to add to your little question packet. 

picturedspells​:

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Dorcas grinned. Not from earth? That made it all far more interesting. She was instantly curious about the plant and the project that Sam’s customer was working on, but she knew it would be unprofessional for her to ask for too many details (and unprofessional for him to give them).

“Very interesting,” she said demurely, waving her wand above his hand, muttering a spell underneath her breathe. She listened to it hum, and then tucked it away in her pocket again.

“I can definitely fix you up,” she said with a smile. “Oh, the Shire? Sounds like an interesting place. And you can say I’m not quite human either, being a witch, but it’s sort of complicated I guess.” Dorcas was very much enjoying talking to Sam. “What’s the Shire like?”

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Sam had been intrigued by the concept of magic ever since he was a lad. He had heard tales from all sorts– his Gaffer, Master Bilbo, Ted Sandyman, they all had a story to tell about elves from long ago, or the wandering wizard who came through the Shire to put on magnificent firework displays. Even after seeing it for himself, he remained infatuated. 

“It's quite an interesting place, miss,” he smiled, that fond, slightly melancholy one that only came about when he thought of home. “It's beautiful. Acres of farmlands and wild fields. Little dots of light through windows when it's dark out. We don’t have houses in the typical sense. They’re built into the hills, for the most part, though we have one story buildings too. Some of the fields are plowed clear, and we’ll have parties or festivals, open for all… sorry, got lost in the thought for a moment. What about you? Are you from this place?”

Samwise’s Intro

I think I just saw Samwise Gamgee (he/him, cis man, 39). he’s a canon character from lord of the rings. have you heard he remembers most things from his previous life? he appeared here in June 2021 after having a quiet night in with his partners in bag-end. now he’s working as the owner of the Dwarven Nursery. still, he does have that heart of gold, summer rain shower, green-thumb vibe about him.

[allen leech. more information at bottom of post]

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“But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer.”

--The Lord of the Rings, The Two Towers

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Can you tell me your name?

“Samwise Gamgee, but my friends call me Sam

Where are you from?

“Hobbiton-- that's in the West Farthing of the Shire

What’s the last thing you remember?

“I was just finishing the washing up after dinner [post returning from the quest]-- talking to Rosie and Frodo you see. I think... oh doesn’t matter.

We have a history of memory loss here. Do you feel as if you may be missing some memories?

“I wager there are some things missing. There's a lot that's fuzzy.

Have you found a job here in Sallow Hills?

“I took up running the Dwarven Nursery. I’ve always enjoyed working with greenery.

What was the strangest thing you saw before arriving here?

“I think its best not to talk about it.

What traits would your friends give to you?

“Brave, I think. Eager to learn, but not always to act. Levelheaded.

Is there anything else you would like to say?

“My old Gaffer always said ‘keep your nose out of trouble, and no trouble will come to you.’ I try to live by that.

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[midna] [river] [yennefer]

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redainianbard​:

Jaskier chuckled, “Judging on how we met, I thought I’d be dead by now and it is quite surprising how that has turned around. Quite recently, I might add and honestly it’s so much easier to get along with you when i’m drunk”. The bard picks up his lute and starts to pick the strings gently and with precision, although fumbling on a couple of notes as the spirits he’s been drinking go to his head. “Fuck, this shit used to be easy”

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Nodding in amused agreement, the mage lifted her cup a bit in a silent toast to the sentiment, before she took a little drink. “What can I say, bard? I’m full of surprises.”

She watched him play with the instrument, snorting a little laugh each time he messed up the notes. She knew he was talented at it, even if she would never tell him as much. “So much for being a professional. Or maybe you simply cant handle your liquor.” She was teasing, but she wasn’t really one to talk as she could barely handle it herself. “Are you going to make everyone suffer through another tune, or are you feeling merciful on my ears?”