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|   ⚜   |   C. & YENNEFER WILCZYNSKI   |   ⚜   |

Things should be fine. Geralt remembered her, was close to remembering Yennefer, remembered Uncle Jaskier. She should be okay. The withdrawal-like aches in her chest would not leave her. Ciri had only felt like this once, in the few days between arriving at Kaer Mohren and starting training. As if her body was protesting the lack of adrenaline and grief that had been coursing through her system ever since she watched her grandmother fall from the tower.

Ciri let herself in through the front door, readying an explanation for her shaking hands (trained too much, ask Ben or Jesus or even Poe and they would back her up). The explanation and bone-deep exhaustion seemed to leave her as a furry, color-changing creature wound around her legs.

“We have a… cat now?” Ciri spoke more out of confusion than directly to her mother.

It certainly looked like a cat- if she didn’t concentrate too hard or look directly at it- but things here always hid behind masks.

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He had nearly sent her skidding across the pavement. One moment Yennefer was walking home from work, and the next a streak of dark fur was scrambling across the sidewalk beneath her feet. 

She had learned of the sudden appearance of the animals a few hours previously from a coworker when she had gone into work, so she knew exactly what it was that had crossed her path. Yennefer steadied herself, eyes fixed on the animal as it bobbed and weaved around her feet. Two minutes later, the scary mage lady could be seen carrying home a (very cute) ball of fur.  

She hadn’t owned a cat before. By the time she was stable enough to (the first time around), she was living in Vengerberg with Geralt. Cats notoriously don’t like Witchers, no matter how fond they were of mages, so Yennefer didn’t even attempt to lure one in to stick around. After that breif time, she had been on the move too much to give it a second thought.

Yennefer hoped Ciri would be as happy with the little addition as she was. She figured the pair of them could use something like this with the recent stress they had been through. 

“Ciri,” Yenner smiled as she came into the front room from the kitchen, a soft and loving greeting. “Ah, yes, I see you’ve met Kotek. Isn't he sweet? He looked like he needed a good home, and I’ve been wanting one, so here he is.”

wickedpotions​:

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TRYING TO MAKE WOLFSBANE POTION WHEN HE WAS ONLY EVER AVERAGE AT POTIONS WAS DANGEROUS.  it was stupid and reckless, and really what he had to expect from himself for a prank but not for something that could do himself some good.  Remus was self aware about his self deprecation and self sabotage that way.  He had ways to test the potion before he took it, so he didn’t accidentally poison himself (which was the result if you did it at all wrong).  He could ask around, see if there were any potions masters in town … maybe Penny or her friend Basilton.  He at least trusted them with his secret.

BUT FIRST, HE HAD TO GET A HOLD OF THE INGREDIENTS.  they were expensive in the wizarding world, and he was hoping it wouldn’t be the case here.  But even if it was, at least there was more community support and the older couple he rented a grandparents’ suite from would be understanding if rent was late a bit.  He clutched the list in his hands as he ducked into the nursery … only to be completely overwhelmed.

HE’D NEVER BEEN THE KIND TO INDENTIFY PLANTS ON THE SPOT, and all the greenery and smells felt like a lot.  So, he headed to the nearest worker and cleared his throat.  ❝ Sorry to be a bother, I was just hoping you might be able to direct me to some plants I want to purchase. ❞  In truth, he wasn’t even sure how many of these plants solely existed in the wizarding world, or if they were here.  How he was going to get powdered dragon claw was something to tackle at another time.

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Nearly every week at work brought Sam an interesting encounter. People of all sorts would come through, as with most shops, yet even more interesting than the people were their intentions for being there. Many were there solely for their interest in house plants or gardening. Others would make their way in to purchase something for their friend or partner. Some would come in with questions on this, or that, or the other thing. But there were the select few that came in for something more. 

He never questioned them when they did. He had learned a long time ago not to stick his nose into places it didn’t belong. Sam had been there so long, he had almost entirely stopped questioning it. He had even gone out of his way to start growing some of the more commonly sought after otherly plants. One such plant was one he knew well. Kingsfoil, a beautiful little thing that had served him well many times. He had been in the midst of documenting their most recent heights when someone had caught his attention. 

“Oh, not a bother at all,” he set the notebook and pen down on the nearest shelf, and turned to face him. “What can I help you with?”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  IVY && SAMWISE

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  IVY HAD NEVER BEEN ONE WHO WORRIED ABOUT MONEY.  when she was younger, her parents took care of it all.  She grew up privileged, and she knew that well.  After she’d been changed, there were ways to make sure she had the money she needed to survive.  A bat of an eye here, a push of poison there.  Especially once she’d fallen in league with Selina and Harley, things got easier.  Though Selina was never super happy with how much of Ivy’s money got sent out to organizations fighting deforestation and other horrendous acts.  But getting a job - that was different.  As much as she sometimes hated humanity, she was still part of their world, and needed to have a tie there.  Working at the lab in Gotham, while having ended horribly, had been nice.  And working with Sam was nice.  She thought she’d have issues with not being in charge, but there had been something so genuine about him that she couldn’t push him out.  He reminded her a bit of Harley, in some ways.

  SHE PULLED AWAY FROM THE PLANT SHE WAS TENDING, setting the mister aside and brushing her hands off.  ❝ A non-terrestrial plant?  You have me intrigued, Mister Gamgee. Please, lead the way.  Though I sometimes struggle to communicate with alien plants.  I hope that’s not the case here, but as a warning I thought you should know. ❞  She watched him carefully, wondering if he’d ask more.  She knew he was curious about her, and she didn’t mind telling him more. She trusted him, somehow and someway.

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Samwise wouldn’t say what the plants were for, not yet anyways. As far as Ivy had to be concerned right now, it was just another ask from one of their usual magically inclined customers. He had nothing malicious brewing, but it was certainly a personal matter.

“Of course, I understand Miss Ivy. Not a problem at all,” he replied. He led the way to the growing tents out back of the back of the building. He stopped them in front of a tray of sad looking baby plants. It was obvious from the tools and gloves around the tray that this wasn’t for lack of trying.

Gesturing to the tray, he offered a little smile. “Right, so here it is. I’m happy to answer anything about them I can. I hope you can work your magic on them,” he paused for a moment before asking the question which had been bouncing around his head for a little while now. “Is it magic? The thing you do with the plants?”

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

shallowmagics​:

— *•̩̩͙   c. & yennefer wilczynski  •̩̩͙* —

Earth was different. Terrifying, if Cirilla would ever allow herself to voice her innermost thoughts. Never would she allow it. Her grandmother had taught her better. Geralt had taught her better. She found a job, trained at the gym, and kept to herself. The people at Bevin & Cecil’s had taken pity on her, the girl clearly not from this land. She thought her father would be proud of her for keeping her head down- mostly- and not running headlong into the forest with a dagger in hand.

Ciri shouldered her gym bag, attempting to get back to her temporary ‘home’ before the snow started to fall in sheets. Now, the flakes only dusted her lashes. She paused at a corner to readjust the bag again, gaze sweeping over the cobblestone road to land on someone she thought would never be here with.

“Yennefer?” Her voice came out as a hoarse whisper, Ciri blinking again as if Yenn would disappear if she looked for too long. When she stayed, Ciri broke into a run, her gym bag falling to the ground.

“Mother!” The last half of the word was cut off by Ciri throwing herself at Yennefer, the girl’s face buried in the other’s shoulder.

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Yennefer could handle anything. She was powerful, and everyone on the Continent knew it. Yet, this wasn't the Continent, and she had to adapt. She had gotten a flat, a job, and a silly little routine to keep her mind off of Geralt and Ciri and every other damned thing. On her walk home from work, she would often find herself nearly ready to kill to get them back. Her mind would do twists and turns trying to think of something, anything, that could help her track down their missing daughter. 

For a moment, she thought she was starting to lose it, as she could've sworn that she could see an apparition of the girl she so longed for. But it wasn't an apparition. It had to be her. For the gods’ sake, it was. Yennefer stopped walking, face breaking out into the biggest grin this town had ever seen.

“Ciri!” her name was a gasp, as she wrapped her daughter up in her arms. “Daughter,” she crooned into her mess of blonde hair, before pulling back to check her over, studying her face and person carefully. “Look at you! You’ve grown up on me, swallow. Positively gorgeous,” Yennefer was bubbling as she pulled Ciri into another embrace.

The Horsewoman of War. That's what they called her. A beautiful phantom in the night, flanked by her black kestrels, who left misfortune in her wake. A dangerous, fatal woman not to be reckoned with. The mage was a deadly force, known far and wide in her realm. Yet there she was, embracing a young woman with every fleck of strength in her body, and had they not been in public, Yennefer may have started to cry. 

yennefer’s intro

I think I just saw Yennefer Wilczynski (she/they, cis woman, 96). she’s a canon character from the witcher. have you heard she remembers everything from her previous life? she appeared here in may 2021 after attempting to track down her daughter, ciri, and hold off the wild hunt. now she’s working as a customer assistant at the bubbling cauldron. still, she does have that overly confident, bitten lips, mess of dark curls, lilac & gooseberries vibe about her.

[anya chalotra. more information at bottom of post]

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“Remember-- magic is Chaos, art, and science. It is a curse, a blessing, and progress. It all depends on who uses magic, how they use it, and to what purpose. And magic is everywhere. All around us.” 

--The Witcher, Blood of the Elves

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Can you tell me your name?

“Yennefer of- ahem Wilczynski.

Where are you from?

“Vengerberg, in Aedirn.

What’s the last thing you remember?

“Last I remember I was carding through some dingy library looking for a certain... important piece of information.

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

“No. No, everything seems to be intact

Have you found a job here in Sallow Hills?

“I did indeed. I work at the Bubbling Cauldron. Its not what I would prefer, but it’ll do for the time being.

What was the strangest thing you saw before arriving here?

“Once I saw a witcher weaving flowers into a young girl’s hair. That's quite a strange sight. 

What traits would your friends give to you?

“Powerful, talented, ineffably beautiful-- at least, they would, if I had any friends.

Is there anything else you would like to say?

“If you see a certain tall, white haired, brute, send him my way.

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

[midna] [river] [samwise] 

gods, you’re pretty

picturedspells​:

⋆៹ ✩۪۟۟≭  Jenny && River Song

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Missing memories. River was missing all of her memories pre Sallow Hills. Jenny was fascinated by this. She knew people with partial memory loss, and had heard about those with false memories and memories completely wiped, but she hadn’t actually gotten the chance to meet someone like that yet. It was fascinating, from a scientific viewpoint at least. Jenny wanted to learn everything she could about this town and the strange things it did to the mind.

“Oh no, it’s exactly what I want to hear!” they said hurriedly, and then bit their lip. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound so eager. But the whole memory loss is part of what I’m studying at the Research Center. My main focus is the aspect of people arriving from different points in time, but I’m very intrigued by the memory issues here as well. I would love to hear about these odd flashes and gut instincts… if you’re comfortable sharing, of course.”

Jenny smiled nervously and took another sip of their tea. “To answer your question though, I’m not from here. I think I’m from a different universe entirely actually. I sort of… travel through time and space, looking for people to help and planets to save. Or at least I used to, before I got stuck here.”

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River considered, and gave a nonchalant shrug. “No offence taken. If my memory loss can be helpful to someone, I don’t see the harm in sharing any of my experience.”

She was ever so slightly unsettled by Jenny’s past, purely from a historical standpoint. A time traveler had the potential to disturb the course of history, which River found improper, but she wasn't about to say anything. It didn’t throw her off too much. She had heard about the different universes people here came from many times before. 

“That's an impressive resume you’ve got there. I’d assume it’s helpful in your field of work.”

shallowmagics​:

— *•̩̩͙   l. & samwise gamgee  •̩̩͙* —

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Laurie nodded, hoping she wasn’t coming across as too nervous. They had never owned houseplants, or even pets before. They would have been too much of a hassle with how much she and her pack moved. The whole ordeal was exciting, like a right of passage into becoming independent. Get an apartment, buy a plant, among other things. 

“Oh, well if it’s pretty and easy to care for I wouldn’t mind something that flowers. But maybe just something with different colors then? They don’t have to be fancy either,” She added quickly, a new thought of being too demanding suddenly sticking in her head. 

They paused. Hours at the vet had been hard to come by lately, but she still wasn’t home enough to warrant something that needed to be cared for constantly. “I work about four days a week, it’ll probably go up to five in the spring. There’s this big window in my bedroom area so if I could just it in that patch of sunlight all day while I’m working, that would be great.”

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There was something indescribable about the person before him. They reminded him of someone, the someone that danced on the edge of his mind and only showed herself in a mess of golden curls. The feeling was recognizable as the same he felt when speaking to Zelda, but he couldn’t make sense of either. He let the train of thought go for the time being.

“I’m sure I could work out something perfect for you, then … sorry, I don’t think I caught your name.” He was smiling, Sam was always smiling. “Right, I can certainly work with that. Give me a moment to get a few choices out for you.”

A few laps around the shop later, Sam had lined up a few candidates on the register counter. They varied in shape and size: one was a string of pearls plant, beside it a peperomia, an asparagus fern, and African violets. “Anything catch your eye? If not I can keep looking for you.”