⌘Midna & Link⌘

sinnersxonly​:

Watching the people in a bar told you a lot about them. Sirius certainly was not nosy, but he liked to converse, and people tended to get chattier the more drinks they had. So he had already heard plenty of stories in his time at the White Rabbit. Which was nice; he liked that people felt they could talk to him, just like he had always been able to talk to his friends. That had helped him a lot, so if he could help others by letting them unload their burdens, he was more than fine with that.

The guy who had just sat down seemed like he had had a day. Even his smile was tired. “Evening. Hope you don’t mind me saying, but you look like you could use a pick-me-up,” Sirius said, leaning his elbow on the bar. “Rough day?”

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Differences of people between Earth and Middle Earth were numerous, and sometimes they disturbed Sam greatly. There were a few things which remained the same, though. People could be kind, or they could be rude. Life could be exciting, or it could be exceedingly boring. You go to work, then you went home, and you repeated the motions over and over. One thing Sam was still glad to see was that pubs still filled up when the work day let out.

It was what brought him there, after all, the small part of him that was still holding on to that routine. “I could. Its been a bit of a “day from hell” as people round these parts say. Owning a business can be fun, ‘cept the days when its not.”

Yennefer of Vengerberg | Details. 

velvetcoatsandbrillianthopes​:

When the cold was too biting, The Doctor was glad to have the antique shop to keep them at least somewhat occupied. It didn’t always work, their mind racing a mile a minute and the world around them moving painfully slow for a being who was used to being able to travel time at their whim. The weekends were normally better, a regular flow of people in and out of the shop to keep it from being entirely dull. 

They were hanging a newly restored piece on the wall when they heard the bells jingling near the front. Never one to hurry when they weren’t of a mind to, they made sure it was placed just so before making their way to see their visitor. Stopping dead in their tracks, they had to tamp down the greeting that rose up in them. It felt like it had on that damnable Christmas, being looked at and looked right through. 

“Hello,” sweetie, they forced to stay silent, dropping a few of the extra lenses down onto their jeweler’s spectacles as though it could help them understand. Or add a buffer. Either way. Their brogue had gone soft and they knew that Bill would have been staring at them. “How can I help you today?” 

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When River was faced with the attendant, something in her chest tightened. She didn’t understand the feelings that were quickly bubbling up in her. She looked at this stranger, knowing she hadn't met them before, yet she felt like she had known them her whole life. The look in their eyes made her nearly forget why she was there. What the hell was that all about!?

“I, erm,” she took a break, shaking her head in hopes of dispelling the weirdness she felt. “Sorry, long day at work. I just moved into town recently, and my flat is absolutely bare. I was looking to get a few things to make it a bit more home-like. A few lamps, carpets, decorations, a side table, that sort of thing.” 

River drummed her fingers against the side of her leg, and then looked as though she was completely scandalized for a moment. She took a few steps forward and held out her hand, “I’m River, by the way. It's nice to meet you.”

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!”

wickedpotions​:

.·:*¨༺  BILL  ft.  river

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BILL FELT FRUSTRATED .  no , that wasn’t the right word for it .  It was a jumble of emotions that ranged for sorrow to curiosity to frustration at the world to just plain curiosity .  River Song .  Bill knew she’d travelled with the Doctor ( though she didn’t know to what extent ) .  She knew that Nardole had known her from the way he had occasionally stared at her photograph with sorrow and love .  And here she was in front of Bill , yet she held no memory .  Parallel universes existed ( very obvious to Bill now , though Jenny had confirmed it ) .  Was it possible that this was River Song , but some River Song from a different parallel universe than Bill and the Doctor ?  Or was it just the memory loss stuff that apparently happened here .  ( Bill was grateful the only memory loss she seemed to have was how she’d gotten from the hospital room to here . )

   ❝ Maybe you did travel .  If you don’t remember much , who’s to say .  You look like the kinda person who would travel .  It’s in the eyes , you know ?  It’s how I knew the Doctor had travelled and seen a lot - their eyes gave it away . ❞

   She bit her tongue at the idea of Nardole being French .  She suspected that he’d get a kick outta that if he’d heard , and thankfully he wasn’t here to hear it and be insufferable .  ❝ Nah , Nardole is the least French person I know .  He’s like - my weird uncle but in the cool way not in the creepy way .  I was told once when I described him like that that I needed to specify that . ❞

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In the eyes. There was something for that. She had noticed it in the Doctor’s eyes when they had first met (though she couldn’t quite define what ‘it’ was). Maybe Bill had a point. The girl was very perceptive, and seemed to have a knack for piecing things together. Perhaps that's why someone as strangely intriguing as the Doctor had taken her in.

River flashed a smile. “I seem like the well traveled type? I’ll take that as a compliment.”

With a soft laugh, River looked over to her, “Specifying that is decently helpful, I’d think.” A moment later, she had found the perfect rug. If River were being honest, she was about to lose hope of finding one in the stack. Yet this one was a perfect fit. “This will do nicely. What do you think, Bill? Pretty?”

redainianbard​:

Upon hearing this familiar voice, Jaskier tensed, he took a deep swig of his drink and composed himself. Turning to face her with wide arms “Witch, how can I be of service to you this fine day?” he smiled on the outside but his day was not fine, Jaskier was never comfortable with his emotions outside of his art and this was something very few knew.

His previous conversation with Geralt hurt him. Deeply. He was angry and defeated, just as he felt when he was left atop that mountain in Cairngorn, it was a feeling he wished would never return and yet here it is. he faltered for a moment and spoke plainly to the sorceress. “You know that your boyfriend is a bit of an arse sometimes. Don’t you?” he leant back against the bar and picked up his drink and swigged again, it may not be a lasting solution but the burning did dull his senses.

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Yennefer had thought it was more likely for Skellige to fall into the sea before she saw the day where her and Jaskier were friendly. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, careful to keep the contents of her drink inside of the glass. He smelled the same as he always did. It reminded her of home. 

“You can never be of any service, save cursing our ears and flattering random women,” the witch teased, letting go of him. “Yes, well, he seems to have made it *quite clear that he is no such thing to me, but yes. I am aware that he is a complete and utter arse of a human being.”

Copying his action, she took a drink of her own. Geralt was the exact thing she was trying to get off of her mind, but she supposed commiserating would work for the time being. “Should've known I’d find you here if you showed up. Been here long?”

⌘ Follow Up Questionnaire of Yennefer of Vengerberg Wilczynski⌘

Restate your name and living situation.

yennefer | Yennefer Wilczynski. I live in a nice large flat with my daughter Ciri.

How long have you been in Sallow Hills?

y | Thirteen months now, since May of last year.

How well would you say you are handling your homesickness?

y | That's none of your business. I have Ciri and Geralt, and that's what matters.

Would you ever want to leave?

y | Easily, yes.

How would you describe your satisfaction with the town itself?

y | Its alright. There's nothing remarkable about this place that I haven't seen a million other human settlements do before

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

y | You all are so nosy, and I would appreciate if you kept your noses out of my business in the future.

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.