— *•̩̩͙   C. & Yennefer Wilczynski  •̩̩͙* —

ofmvoonlight​:

Love came and went, friendships ended and life was spilled. Guts, gore, broken hearts. That was the life Geralt of Rivia was used to. But Geralt from Sallow was a different story. Here he was nothing more than a farmer. His long milk white hair and amber eyes was the two things that made him stand out from the rest. It was like he had a target on his back and the most frustrating part? He didn't even know why he looked this way. He also didn't know why the darkness felt like home and why his hand felt so empty. Was he used to holding a heavy object? And why? Why did it feel like he was an imposter walking around pretending to be an ordinary man when he was nothing of the sort? 

His dreams only made his confusion ten times worse. Because every single night he heard the same voices, the same names and he saw the same movements. But he never saw their faces. Yet it felt like he was home for the first time in years. The happiest time he experienced was whenever he closed his eyes and fell into a fast and deep slumber. That was when his happiness washed over him. Relief was also an emotion that took over his senses whenever he heard those voices again. 

A woman, a man and a young girl. Every time he asked for their names, he heard mumbles. And every single time he tried to reach out he was met with nothing. Now Geralt wasn't someone who liked to be this confused and left in the dark fumbling to find a light source. He wanted to just yell at the world for making him this vulnerable. 

It made his love life worse as well. No one compared to the woman of his dreams. He tried with Louisa, he really did. But from the get go it felt like she was deceiving him. Used him. But what for? It actually hurt him to not feel appreciated or wanted. He wasn't someone who ran after people begging to be loved. He was usually content with being left alone in the cold. 

He woke up from his thoughts when he felt someone collide with him. "Maybe you should be the one watching where you are going?" he suggested. But when he heard her voice, her sweet voice, his heart soared. It's her. The woman from his dreams. But how? About to ask who she was and how she knew his name, he felt his body tense up. 

Letting out a low grunt, he placed his hands on her hips as a way to make some distance between them. "I do not know who you are. I apologize"

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Hands flexed and clenched to fists, Yennefer pulled them back hard and fast, not for anger at him specifically, but for fear of having an outburst. Staggering backwards a step, she felt the Chaos sparking between her fingertips, it was a rushing flood through her veins. Tiny flecks of purple light flickered on her hands, which she quickly jammed into the pockets of her coat. 

She, of course, had heard stories about what this town could do, but she had never considered what she would do if it affected her. At that moment she truly hated this place; a distaste was quickly morphing into loathing. It made a home in the back of her throat, making her feel sick. The choker round her neck felt like it was tightening with every second. 

The next thought to cross her mind was Ciri. How would she take this? Likely, not well. Geralt meant as much to her as he did to Yennefer. How was she supposed to look her daughter in the eyes and say that he didn’t know who she was. The idea of it only made her feel worse. 

“You mean… Please tell me you’re joking. Tell me you’re just mad at me and playing some stupid game, because I cant…”  violet eyes boring into him, she seemed desperate, and Yennefer was very rarely a desperate person “Geralt. Please.”

⌘River & Jenny⌘

to @picturedspells​ 

River liked her job. She did! Teaching felt like the one thing that was right, where everything else felt all jumbled and out of place to the point it made her head hurt. Though today the students were on an assembly schedule, which meant she got plenty of extra time to herself. She was quite happy with that, as she had fallen behind on grading a stack of quizzes from a few days before. 

She had just popped in the break room to grab a bottle of water from the vending machine, when she saw someone she didn’t recognize. For a moment, she thought it was a rogue student, but she quickly caught sight of the visitor’s badge, which is how she figured this woman must be from the group putting the assembly on. 

By that point, River had made eye contact, and it would’ve been rude not to say anything. She wasn't a rude person, at least, she didn’t think so.  With a smile, she nodded at the woman, “Tea? Don’t go for the green packet. It's nasty stuff,” she said, referring to the communal tray of tea on the counter. “Try the blue instead. It's not the best in the world, but it is here.”

ofmvoonlight​:

She didn’t need space. So that option was off the table. Good. The last thing he wanted to do was to just leave and for that to be the final time the two of them talk. Not when he had so many questions to ask and not when he wanted to actually get to know her. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too much of him to ask for. 

Running a hand through his hair, he gently tugged on it. “It is a promise indeed. I truly do hope my memories will come back to me someday soon” not only for his own sake but for Yennefer’s. It would feel like he was stringing her along and like he was just playing with her emotions when that was not the truth. At the moment everything confused him and he knew that it would become a big part of his everyday life. But as long as he had her by his side? He felt like he could handle anything. 

“Have anyone ever told you that you have the most beautiful eyes?”

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It was only in moments like these wherein Yennefer wished she was a good person. Objectively, she knew she wasn’t. Years of self preservation turned into decades of selfish acts. On most occasions, it didn’t phase her, but this was different. She wished she were wiser, more selfless, more patient. Maybe then she would know what to do. Maybe. 

It was pointless to dwell on such things, because she wasn’t that person, couldn’t be. 

“Yes, I think it’s obvious where I stand on the matter.” He hadn’t laughed. She didn’t know why she had expected it. His compliments were expected, though. He had given them to her freely, often at the most inappropriate moments possible. Some things hadn't changed it seemed. 

“They have. You have, many times.” Yennefer wasn't lying. Violet eyes didn’t occur in humans, only in elves, and even then it was a rarity; meaning her having them was exceedingly lucky. She didn't know how much or little to explain, but it was Geralt. There wasn't any of it he hadn't heard before, and it was a stupid bit of small talk, but it would be nice to talk about anything other than what had just happened. “My mother always said it was because she had too many wildberries while pregnant with me, but they’re from my father’s side.”

picturedspells​:

 ⋆៹ ✩۪۟۟≭  CATRA && MIDNA

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Catra couldn’t help but smile a little bit. Midna was indeed perking them up, a task which had felt impossible an hour ago.

Xe felt a bit odd when Midna linked arms with xem. It was rather intimate, at least in Catra’s opinion. Xe weren’t used to a lot of physical touch from people that weren’t Adora. But it was nice, and xe let Midna lead xem, enjoying the path and the silence.

Xe weren’t suprised though when Midna spoke up. Midna definitely had a way about her. She seemed to be good at drawing Catra out of xir shell.

“Still at the B&B,” Catra said. “I hadn’t bothered looking for a place of my own, given that I was determined to get the hell out of here. But I suppose I should start looking now that I’m most definitely stuck.”

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Understanding what Catra meant, Midna nodded. Everything about arriving in this place was stressful, and she couldn’t blame them for stubbornly trying to abandon the place. 

“I suppose you should,” she agreed. “Places here aren’t hard to come by. There's a bunch of different options, and someone is always looking for a roommate. I’m sure you’ll find something soon enough. You can at least make yourself comfortable while you try and plan a break out or while you wait for your friends to show up.”

It wasn't long before they were nearing one of the roads into town. There wasn't anyone on the street that Midna could see, but that was to be expected at this time of night. The moon was high, and the hour was getting late. This was admittedly her favorite way to see Sallow Hills— blanketed by the soft glow of the moon. It was the closest to the feeling of home she could get.

picturedspells​:

✧･ﾟ    CATRA && MIDNA

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Catra stared at Midna with no hint of friendliness in xir eyes, but after her explanation, xe decided it might be best to be a little less hostile.

“Oh,” xe said. “Well, okay. That makes sense I guess.”

Xe were silent for a moment before speaking again.

“I’m Catra. I only got here a couple of days ago,” xe said. “They all said I couldn’t leave, but… I had to try. I had to try to get back to her.”

Catra looked at her, watching for her reaction, and also not elaborating on who the “her” was that xe mentioned.

“What were you doing out in the woods anyways? Everyone in town says it’s dangerous. Not that I’m scared. I just know most people like to avoid dangerous things.”

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Midna looked at xem, perplexed for a moment, and just where most people would have asked about the person xe was trying to return to, the redhead tilted her head to the side, “Catra? That's a strange name. You aren’t from this world then, are you?” There was a weird air to the woman. She spoke with a formality, yet her body and actions were relaxed-- bordering on overly so. She quickly followed up with a reassurance, not wanting to completely scare the stranger off. “I’m not either.”

She shrugged at the question, not knowing the answer for herself. Midna was a “night owl” as they called it around here. She felt more at home in the dark, though she wasn’t as homesick these days.

“I’ve faced much scarier things than live in this forest. I’m wary, of course. I’m not dumb enough to think myself invincible, but I enjoy exploring by the light of the moon,” a light smile tugged at her lips, and she pointed up at it. “Its pretty tonight, no?”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　IVY  ft.  samwise

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IVY WAS AS CAREFUL AND PRECIOUS AS SHE WAS WITH ANY PLANT , but she suspected that sam was watching her closely .  Not in the way that men usually watch her closely , but rather because these plants clearly meant a lot to him .  She could understand that , could understand wanting to have something that reminded you of home in a town like this .  She respected that , among many other things she respected in Sam .  ❝ They’re very beautiful .  Are all the plants on your home world this beautiful ? ❞  It was probably a bad question , seeing as Ivy considered all plants beautiful .  But she was curious what he thought of them all .  Especially since she trusted him to see the beauty in plants as well .

THERE WERE A FEW THINGS IVY WANTED TO TRY .  modifying clay with different nutrients was the top of her list .  Adding crushed bones , different compost materials , even putting them with different plants that might give them the nutrients they needed .  ❝ Obviously I’ll be careful .  If you don’t mind , I’ll take a few cuttings from these ones and regrow them , that way you can still have these ones that you maintain and we don’t risk the fully grown ones . ❞

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These plants meant more to Sam than he fully understood. Of course, he loved everything in his shop whether it was from Middle Earth or not, but this was different somehow. He knew in his heart that it was important to him. 

“I think they are. Maybe not as gorgeous as these are meant to be, but quite beautiful indeed. The soil there seems to be richer than most anything here. These are from the most beautiful lands on the east continent of Arda. They’re called—“ he broke off, the name of them dancing on the tip of his tongue, but not coming to him. He looked a little confused when this happened. After another two attempts, he shook his head in dismissal. “That sounds like a good idea. I really appreciate your help, Miss Ivy.”

I wonder if people will ever say, ‘Let’s hear about Frodo and the Ring.’ And they’ll say 'Yes, that’s one of my favorite stories. Frodo was really courageous, wasn’t he, Dad?’ 'Yes, my boy, the most famousest of hobbits. And that’s saying a lot.' 

lotr meme » 3/8 scenes

River’s Intro

i think i just saw River Song (she/her, nonbinary, 224+)! she’s a canon character from doctor who. have you heard she remembers nothing from her previous life? she appeared here in february 2022 after resuming her work as a professor after leaving darillium. now she’s working as a teacher at the armes sallow secondary school. still, she does have that untamed mess of curls, journaling in the hot summer sun, wit sharp as a tack, only water in the forest vibe about her.

[alex kingston, see bottom of post for details]

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“Its all got so very complicated, and its a mess, and I’m really fed up. Do you know what I want? You were right. I want a day-- just one normal day. A day sandwiched neatly, boringly, between two surrounding days. Exactly where it should be..”

--The Lives of Captain Jack Vol. 3, R&J

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Armes| Can you tell me your name?

“River. River Song. 

A| Where are you from?

“That's a good question really. 

A| What’s the last thing you remember?

“Last thing I remember? As in the earliest? I don’t really know. I remember going to sleep in my flat, and then waking up here. 

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

“I do. I don’t remember much of anything about myself other than a few minor details— my name, my age, my profession. That sort. 

A| Have you found a job here in Sallow Hills?

“I have. I work at the secondary school. I think I like teaching. 

A| What was the strangest thing you saw before arriving here?

“I’m not sure what you mean by that. 

A| What traits would your friends give to you?

“I don’t have any of those. Not that I can remember. Smart, witty, and drop dead gorgeous would fit the bill. 

A| Is there anything else you would like to say?

“No, thank you.

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Find a mini bio, personal information, connections, and other details on the muse page here

[midna] [samwise] [yennefer]

ofmvoonlight​:

Normally he wasn’t this nervous around someone. But then again he didn’t really try and seek out conversation with other people, no he mostly tried to stay in the shadows. But not when it came to Yennefer. No when it came to her all he wanted to do was stand in the sunlight and be seen for the first time in forever. He didn’t want to just exist anymore. He wanted to actually live. 

“Ah yes yes the memory thing” Geralt rolled his eyes at himself as he looked at his phone. “Tell me your number and I will write it down as a contact. I will take a picture of you and use it as my contact picture. In a way I will remember you the second I call you” he smiled.

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Exhaling a laugh, Yennefer looked away for a moment. This felt so childish, so monumentally stupid. What were they doing? What did they hope to accomplish here? She hadn’t a clue where this could go, nor what she could do. Seeing Geralt like this was worse than if he was stuck on another sphere. At least he wouldn’t look at her like that, making her feel sick with every sweep of his gaze. 

She gave him her number, and looked him over again. An unnatural wall was between them, and she wanted for naught more than to knock it down. 

The sun was beginning to lower, casting golden rays on the back of her head, highlighting the dark curls of hair that tumbled down her shoulders. It lit his eyes too, which made her silently curse herself for not having the guts to look away for long. She could be a foolish woman.  “I hope you know, I don’t do this sort of thing often.”

ofmvoonlight​:

“Yeah I am just gonna try and be as patient as I possibly can. I don’t want to stress Link too much. Also having some time off work isn’t all that bad. Don’t get me wrong. I love being a model. It’s a dream come true. But sometimes it can tend to get a little hectic and those are the moments I don’t miss. Being able to just sit down and catch my breath is quite the relief. It’s gonna give me new energy to get back into the swing of things" 

It had also helped with her sleeping schedule. "So the kitchen is all yours” gesturing towards the counter, the princess then moved to sit down, letting out a sigh when she did. “Have I ever asked you about your life here in Sallow?”

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The thing Sam had always liked about kitchens was they were widely the same no matter where you went. Yes— the addition of electricity to kitchens on Earth was a bit confusing at first, but he soon realised all of the fixtures were the same at their core. Nothing could stand between a Hobbit and his meal, not even an electric hob. 

Getting to work, Sam began poking through the fridge after washing his hands. He thought on her words. He had been in Link’s position before: worried about the one he loved getting hurt again, yet wanting the best for them. “It is a good time to get your rest in. Not often you get an excuse to pause your life for a while.”

Eventually, he had gotten a small spread of things out on the counter, and he began chopping. “You did, but I didn’t have much to say at the time. I was newer to town, and didn’t have much going,” he said, fondly recalling their initial accidental meeting. “Well, as you know I own the Nursery, and everything there has been going well. I got an employee to help with everything, and she’s been a miracle. Her name’s Ivy. She doesn't seem to enjoy talking to me much, or anyone for that matter, but I think she’ll come around. Either way she’s quite talented at what she does. I’m glad to have her. It gives me a bit more free time, though to do what, I don't know,” he chucked at that, picking up another potato to dice.