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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. 

mushroomtheif​:

CLOSED STARTER WITH SAM

@bombadills

Frodo learned many things from his journey, about himself and about the world that surrounded him. One thing that he learned was that too often was the simple act of coming home after work was grossly under appreciated. There is not much else that is as satisfying as trudging through the door after a long day, leaving all the stress of the day on the mat outside the front door.

Frodo smiled, his thoughts continue if to go as he made his way through the front door to his new home. Though he felt home was a relative term here, since he was unsure if this place could ever be home, but he had sam with him, and the house was comfortable, so he felt that it would seem quite ‘sackville baggins - ish’ of him.

When he was inside he paused before calling out, “Sam, are you home yet?”

He truly hoped Sam was home, Frodo still found himself uneasy to be left alone for extended periods. He knew he could use one of those infernal devices to reach him at work, a phone he believed they were called, but he really did not wish to mess with them. Seeing no other course of action he called out once more, “Sam, are you home?”

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It was no shameful thing to celebrate a simple life; a lesson Sam had learned long, long ago. The small comforts remained his very favorite things. He had no use for extravagance. He was far more happy with a quiet night with good food and good company than he was with anything else. He could never hope to replicate the comforts of the Shire. Not here. Nevertheless, he did his best to make his new home as comfortable as it could be. A place of respite from the strange lands he found himself in.

He was overjoyed when Frodo had come to town. He made the world feel so much less lonely, so much brighter. Coming home to him… well, it made him feel like everything would be okay.

Having heard the front door shut, Sam stood from his place in the tiny back garden, dusting off his hands as he headed inside through the back door. A little smile spread across his face when he heard his partner.

“Right here, Frodo. Right here,” he said as he entered the front room. “Your day go alright? I know it was a longer one than usual.”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　ZSASZ ft. yennefer

[ setting : hill’s hunting , with :  bombadills ]

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ZSASZ HAD , OF COURSE , CLOCKED THAT YENNEFER WAS GORGEOUS.  he was taken , not blind.  In another time , before he’d promised everything he had to Oswald , he may have tried to make a pass on her.  Nothing serious - just a night of fun for the both of them before heading their separate ways.  The smile , catlike as it was , made her face curl up in a very appealing way.  Not for the first time he wished Liz was here - though this time because it’d be fun to watch her try to get a night with the woman.  If she was free , of course.

  HE NODDED TO HER WORDS.  he had suspected she’d understand , and he was glad he was correct in thinking so.  ❝ Exactly.  For example , there was this guy back at home.  A pain in my ass most of the time because he had a moral superiority about him.  But he picked his ground and he stood it , which I deeply respected. ❞  Jimbo was good , even if they often stood on opposite sides of the trenches.  ❝ My biggest advisory (a different guy) also has rules , though stricter than mine.  And I gotta respect it , ya know.  Sometimes it’s fun to see if you can push someone to break their own rules. ❞

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She listened intently, as she was wont to do. Yennefer learned long ago the benefits of paying attention to what people shared. It helped guide her to people who would be advantageous- or a roadblock- to her future problems. If you were good (and she was very good), you could compare it to what you didn’t know about the person, and surmise even more about them, without the subject so much as suspecting. She didn’t think she would be needing to do any of that with him, but nothing was ever certain. 

“I am unattached at the moment,” she said cooly in response to a thought he had not expressed aloud. She didn’t mean to pry into his head, but it was right there. Low hanging fruit was easy to grab after all.  It wasn’t an offer nor a suggestion, just a statement of fact. She wasn’t lying. She truly did love Geralt (as much as she thought herself capable, as she still thought such a word was unfitting for herself to use), but he was oblivious to her existence, and she had often found a bit of comfort in late night rendezvous. Her early days in town, confused and alone, told her it still did.

Yennefer continued as if randomly commentating on people’s thoughts was a normal thing to do. It was to her, after all.

“Isn’t everyone with a moral superiority complex a pain in the arse? I think the two terms to be synonymous,” she smiled at her own attempt at a joke. “Mmm, I would have to agree with you. Pushing people’s buttons can be quite entertaining. I’ve done my fair share of… interrogations that way.”

Yennefer by the fire in chapter 5 of Clydethistles’ The Sea That Calls All Things Unto Her Calls Me.

Read it here.

⌘Yennefer and Jaskier⌘

@redainianbard

Yennefer was so over this week. With the whole Geralt situation pressing down on her like a lead weight, she was sick and tired of this stupid town, and wanted nothing more than to be able to make her escape. The nature of the town prevented her, and she hated the place for it. 

So she did the only thing she could manage, and kept going through the motions. Work, home, sleep, repeat. In her down time, she would do her best to make herself happy with the little things: watch the television, spend time with Ciri, and occasionally go for a drink when the girl was busy for the evening. 

It was one of those nights, she entered the local pub shortly after she had gotten off of work. A drink would do wonders for her aching heart. She had only been in the place long enough to order herself some sort of fruity concoction when she heard him. Singing filled the place. There was no mistaking who the owner was. She had dealt with it for decades now. Turning on her heel, black skirt flowing out around her knees, she looked round for him. 

Surely enough, he was making his way round the tables. She wanted to hate the display, she wanted to feel annoyed at his appearance, yet the only thing she felt was relief. If nothing else was normal, she could always count on Jaskier to be, well, himself. She met his eyes while he was giving his little performance, and offered a little smile. Yennefer approached him as soon as he finished; smirking, she raised an eyebrow. 

“Bard,” her voice was much less biting than it usually was, almost, nearly, affectionate.

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?”

yennefer of vengerberg in the witcher lockscreens

picturedspells​:

✧･ﾟ  DORCAS && SAMWISE

Dorcas Meadowes was settling into her job at the hospital. Her role was technically that of a nurse's assistant, mostly because she didn't know anything about muggle medicine when she applied for the job. Her skills were all magical when it came to healing. In her month at the hospital though, she had picked up some things, and now she felt pretty confident when it came to at least the rudimentary practices of muggle healing. She had to be careful about using the word muggle though. She wasn't quite sure what she would define the people in this town as. They came from all over, and some exhibited magical traits she had never heard of. It was quite interesting, and truth be told she was quite enjoying learning all about the town and its oddities.

Dorcas picked up the chart for the next patient and looked it over. Samwise Gamgee? Dorcas was halfblood, with a muggle dad, so she was well versed in the Lord of the Rings series. In fact, she was quite fond of it, and was fond of Sam in particular. How interesting... Perhaps a towns person had been so fond of the series they named their child after the character... or... no, it couldn't be. But stranger things did seem to happen in this town.

Dorcas swung the door to the patient room open, and there in front of her was a full on hobbit. She looked at him in awe for a moment, surprised, but quickly regained her composure.

"Hello Mr. Gamgee. I'm Dorcas Meadowes. What can I help you with today?"

✧･ﾟ @bombadills

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Samwise Gamgee was a ninnyhammer. His Gaffer had said it often enough, and Sam was once again proving him right. It was hard to sleep without Frodo anymore. To have him here, then for him to disappear as fast as he had come was much harder than the Hobbit had let on. He hadn’t been sleeping right since. He hadn’t thought it was taking much of a toll until this morning. He had been tired, exhausted, as he was opening the Nursery.

Everything happened quite quickly: he had scraped his hand on one of the otherly plants’ barbs he was growing for the scary purple-eyed lady, and when he recoiled his hand, he managed to get quite a few of the barbs lodged in his palm. A simple instance of not paying enough attention to his work. 

So, instead of opening, he quickly scribbled up a sign that read “sorry– closed until 1pm today” to tape on the door, and he made his way to the hospital. The plant barbs wouldn’t cause any further damage or poisoning, so Sam didn’t mind the walk; it was a decent day for midwinter. The people there had been good to him in the past (not that he needed to visit often). He was quickly admitted and settled in a sterile looking patient room. Say what you would about Earth– their medicine was far more impressive than anything Sam had ever seen back home. 

“Morning, miss!” he smiled when she came in. “Sam is just fine, no need for formality. He held his palm up so she could see. “Well, when I was opening my shop today, I wasn't paying enough attention to where my hand was going, and scraped the back of it on a thorn. When I flinched to pull it back, I managed to get some of the barbs of the plant ‘side it stuck in my palm. I wager getting them out myself is a bit above my pay grade.”

ofmvoonlight​:

“I can talk about him for hours and never grow tired of it” Zelda smiled. “His name is Link and we are bound together in a way. We die in one timeline and come back in another but we always find each other. We never stay too far away from one another and that is the greatest comfort I have ever experienced. His duty was to keep me and my kingdom safe from evil. Along the way it just seems like we both fell madly in love. Took us a while to finally admit it out loud. From my part it was out of fear of being rejected”

“And when it comes to me. Well I used to be a princess but now I am a model. I am a huge animal lover and I also love long showers and walks in the woods. In a way it soothes me from the confusion of this town”

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No matter how many strange things he had seen, the tales which some members of Sallow Hills had to offer still managed to leave Sam a bit taken aback. Right, so reincarnation was a thing. Mental note on that one. 

“That really is a slow burning love story if I’ve ever heard one. I’m afraid you’ve got me beat,” he chuckled. He knew a thing or two about that sort of fear, so he could hardly hold it against her for waiting so long (not that Sam was the type of person to do such a thing). They certainly looked the part of a princess; they had the same kind air around them as the Lady Arwen did, though he wasn't completely sure if she was an actual princess or not. “Princess? Well that surely does fit you, doesn't it.”

He smiled, one kind yet tinged with a sadness, “Walks in the woods have always done me good, even before I came here. But I have heard some strange tales about the one surrounding town.” Sam didn’t remark on his own experience with the not-so-friendly forest he had been in before; he didn’t think there was a bouncy man in a funny coat living in this forest, either, so he left that out as well. “If I’m being honest, it gives me the creeps sometimes, but it offers some interesting flora to study, so I make trips to it anyway”