|   ⚜   |   C. & YENNEFER WILCZYNSKI   |   ⚜   |

ofmvoonlight​:

When she took his hand, he gently squeezed it. He didn’t know if he could ever forgive himself for what happened between the two of them. But he wanted to temporarily let that go and actually appreciate the moment they were sharing. He wanted to be with her and she wanted to be with him. That was the only thing that mattered. Everything else would just have to wait until tomorrow or the day after. To have someone that made you feel so alive was rare. Most loves had a tendency to drain you but not Yennefer. Oh never her. 

Her words caused him to chuckle. Moving closer, he let his free hand cup her cheek. “Now that sounds like a good deal to me” Geralt nodded. “You want the dinner to be over there at Caffi Rhees or at my place? The choice is yours" 

No matter what she would always find a way to bring him down to his knees. She would always so easily break down those walls he had built up. He may have wished for her but he could clearly see that it wasn’t just a wish but a need. He had longed to be with someone who in a way understood him. So yes he may have wished for her but it had been her decision to stay and that was a comfort.

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Geralt was laughing. It had been a long, long time since she had heard that sound. It was nice— familiar. A tiny speck of comfort that it would all be alright in the end. 

Yennefer weighed the options only for a moment; the answer was easy for her. She had little intention of making any of this night a public affair, and the state Geralt was known to leave his bed most of the time was… not at all appealing. “Mine is fine. We can get something on the way. I think that would be easier than trying to piece together a meal from stray items in my cupboards.”

Smiling, she easily pulled him into a kiss. He was always so pliant under her grasp. It was endlessly amusing to the witch. When he was lost enough in it she murmured a soft “And Geralt?” 

Sparing only a moment for him to process and reply, she kissed him again, hand travelling up to his throat. Her grip went from feather light to harsh in mere seconds, nails digging crescents into his flesh. She pulled away from the kiss, meeting his eyes. 

“If you ever do anything like that again, I will rip you apart with my bare hands.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, though there was a slight smirk on her lips, magically still perfectly painted a pale red. She relinquished her grasp on his throat, but kept his hand in hers. “Now, what should we pick up for dinner, dear witcher?”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  REMUS && SAMWISE

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REMUS’S MIND CAME TO A SCREECHING HALT AS HE PROCESSED THE MAN’S WORDS.  hobbit.  Hobbit!  Oh he was a great big blubbering idiot.  He was dumber than a flobberworm; how had he not seen this?  Or even thought about it?  When Stephanie Brown had explained the idea of multiple universes to him (not that it needed much explaining - he was a comic reader after all, and the idea wasn’t even a stretch for the wizarding world), why had he not wondered if characters he loved would be here.  Like fucking Lord of the Rings characters.

❝ I SUPPOSE IT MUST GET ANNOYING WHEN PEOPLE JUST ASSUME YOU’RE HUMAN. ❞  i’m not human either, not fully.  Not that Remus would say that out loud even to people who knew.  Though that was probably because he knew the people who knew would hit him if they heard him say that.  ❝ That’s really nice that you learned it all from your dad.  My pa - well we have magic in common but that’s about it.  My ma though.  I was trying to go into the same field as her, nursing.  She was an angel, I swear. ❞  He chuckled, shaking his head.  ❝ Sorry, you didn’t ask for my life story.  It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.  I don’t believe I caught your name.  I’m Remus. ❞

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With a shrug, Sam scribbled down the things he had just sold on a list, and handed the man his receipt. “I don’t mind when people assume it, not anymore. It makes things a little easier most times.”

He missed his Old Gaffer often, especially when he was working. Being there reminded him of all those days spent gardening together. He was a good man, whom Samwise had learned a great deal of his life’s operations from (the rest being from Mr. Bilbo and his own experiences). “I love learning about people, especially when so many here are from strange lands, comparatively speaking. That's really lovely you’re following in her footsteps.” Holding out his hand to shake, a grin on his face, he continued, “Nice to meet you Remus. Sam Gamgee at your service.”

ofmvoonlight​:

“But I can’t” Zelda said and shook her head. “I can’t sit around and do nothing. That is not how I was raised. I am a princess for crying out loud. I can’t be lazy and I can’t be too active. What can I do? Oh right nothing!” she exclaimed and then felt herself sink into her seat when she realized that she had just raised her voice in the presence of Samwise. Guilt washed over her like a cold shower and they looked away. 

That was not their intention. But something just snapped. Years of pent up frustration just left them and they didn’t like the fact that she had directed that frustration onto someone they loved so dearly. The crying only got worse and they covered their face not only due to the tears that rushed down their face like a damn waterfall but also due to the shame.

They didn’t like being vulnerable around people. And especially not when it came to things like this. Not when it came to their past life in Hyrule. Samwise didn’t know anything about that place and yet they just expect him to understand. Why? Why should he?

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By an instinct that he didn’t know he had, Sam gathered Zelda up in as firm a hug as he was willing to not risk hurting her. Telling her to stop crying would be pointless, and he didn’t want her to feel like he wasn’t listening. 

When they settled enough for him to deem talking a safe route again, he spoke gently, “You can, and you must, Zelda. We all have to make little sacrifices sometimes, and I think someone as wonderful and bright as you can make it through this one. It's not forever. The clouds will pass over you one day, and the sun will be a marvel. But unless you make the choices necessary now, you won’t be able to enjoy it as much. Okay?” 

picturedspells​:

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Jenny was enjoying the outing to the school for the most part, but it also felt a little pointless. They weren’t going to learn anything new about the mysteries of the research center by accompanying them on an educational trip, except for how they twisted and trimmed (only their most innocent) research into easy, bitesize chunks for children to understand.

It was fun though, talking to the kids, encouraging their curious minds and telling them that they should get involved in science. With the first group of students finished, and the second group not for another hour, Jenny retreated to the break room for a breather. They had been looking through the tray of teas, almost about to select the green one, when they heard the curling haired woman telling them to choose the blue.

Jenny plucked it out of the tray and turned to give her a grin. 

“Thanks, I appreciate it,” she said, dropping the tea bag into a mug and pouring hot water from the kettle over it. “I’m Jenny, with the research center. I’m guessing you’re faculty at this prestigious learning establishment?”

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River waved a hand in a ‘don’t mention it’ fashion, and smiled at her. She was happy to save anyone (except the very annoying art teacher) the pain of that very nasty excuse for tea. The comment on the prestige of the school made her have to stifle a laugh.

“I wouldn’t go that far, but yes I am. River Song, and I teach year eight history and advanced history. Pleasure to meet you Jenny. Everyone seems to be buzzing about your little demonstration already… though, that could just be because the students get to escape class for half the day.” She paused, setting her pen down, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. I just meant that it's to be expected from teenagers. I’m sure it's a lovely presentation.” She hadn’t had the time to watch the first presentation due to her large stack of papers.

mushroomtheif​:

Frodo breathed a quiet sigh of relief when he heard the all to familiar voice respond. He felt his face crack into a gentle smile as Sam entered the room. This spurred him into action, as he then continued to walk further into the room, moving to hang up his keys and jacket.

“It went quite well today. Most of the day was quiet, though there was a small scuffle back in the adult romance section, apparently adults can not take turns with books.”

Frodo let out a huff as turned back to face Sam letting out a noncommittal shrug before continuing on.

“On the whole though it was quite the boring day. How was your day Sam? Was work alright?”

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As Frodo got situated, Sam turned on the two lamps on the room to combat the darkness left by the slow setting sun. He didn’t fully understand many things about the world they now lived in (electricity being one of them), but having Frodo with him made it all seem a little less frightening. 

“A scuffle? Must’ve been a very good book then,” he laughed, combing a hand through his hair. “Nothing you couldn’t handle, I’d wager.” There was a little part of Sam that truly did think that Frodo could do anything. He had already done the impossible, so most other things seemed like a walk in the park comparatively.

After closing the distance between them to press a kiss to Frodo’s cheek, Sam racked his brain for a moment before minutely shaking his head. “It was alright, nothing too noteworthy, other than getting some new inventory in. The best part of the day was when someone brought their dog into the shop. Cutest thing I’ve seen in a while.”

When he glanced at the clock that hung up on the wall, an idea struck him. “What do you think about takeaway for dinner? And before you stress about it, I’d be the one to call.”

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.”

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

[midna] [river] [yennefer]

endlxssnights​:

|   ⚜   |   L. & MIDNA TWILI   |   ⚜   |

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She was from before the Calamity. How could he forget that? Guilt bubbled up within him. Link forgot when he had met his own best friend. Even with the cycle, the years of memories wearing him down, what kind of person forgot something like that? Hylians were hardier than humans, Link was hardier than other Hylians, that should extend to his mind. He should be able to remember this one little fact. His arms tightened around her, in apology for his slip-up.

“Never.” Time might escape him, but people never did. Link remembered every loved one, from every time. Every death of his interchangeable parents, every kidnapping and sorrow caused by simple proximity to the Hero.

He pulled back, trying to lighten the mood. ‘Princessing doesn’t count to us peasant folk. You know that.’

Link had taken his and Zelda’s situation for granted. He never had to explain the intricacies of Earth to them, their memories were of both. What he didn’t understand his own, he could always ask his partner about. Fortunately, he had had years on his own, picking up things about Earth- the Sallow Hills specific things- slowly. Magick here, while different from home, certainly eased his way into understanding.

‘The land’s called Wales, we’re at a town called Sallow Hills. We can’t leave. I’ve never seen anything like it. Not the Twilight barriers or anything else.’ He paused in his signs. How to explain those painful, lonely seven years? ‘Time works different here. I thought I was at the beginning of the cycle when I arrived, I’m hopefully at the end of it now.’

A horrible thought flitted through his mind. His hands shook at just the concept of Midna appearing under the same circumstances he had. “How long has it been for you?”

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The subtle anxiety Midna held about their bond being weaker due to their time apart was quickly dissipating. Years may have passed, but the way she could look him over and read him so easily made it feel as if it were just yesterday she had walked through the Mirror. 

“Good. I do my best to look unforgettable. I’d hate all my hard work to be for naught.” A soft laugh escaped her lips as he pulled back. Never one to let someone else get the last word, Midna shook her head, “It's queen-ing now, I’ll have you know. And you didn’t get a promotion from peasant to anything cooler after all of our hard work? Lame.”

She nodded at his explanation. She didn’t fully get it yet, but it wasn't the first time she had been cast out of her homeland. 

“Just passed seven years for me, but it feels longer. Too long. Its really good to see you. Has it been the same amount for you?” A second later, her eyes went wide, as if she had just remembered something crucial. “Wait, first, and this is really important, I need to know— did you Zelda finally bone?” She asked the question so seriously, but she was obviously teasing him. Midna was a lot of things, though blind and senseless were not included.

endlxssnights​:

|   ⚜   |   C. & YENNEFER WILCZYNSKI   |   ⚜   |

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Giving Kotek’s head another pat, Ciri figured the cat would be good for the two. Ciri needed something she could pick up and almost squeeze the life out of and Yennefer… well, her mother needed something to parent when Ciri wasn’t around. A cat seemed perfect for that. A whatever kind of cat Kotek was. One her way to work, she’d overheard some terrifying blonde… creature talk about them and the misuse of their names. Cat-sí, she had called the little chaos gremlins.

Ciri could only hope her hands weren’t shaking as she left Kotek to his own devices, folding herself around her mother’s outstretched arms. She was weak for touch, she always had been.

She couldn’t lie to Yennefer. No, they had agreed to never lie to one another. “I went to work then the gym.” There. Normal. But a small pit of guilt was creeping at her. “I overdid it though, I think I almost caused Jesus or Ben to call the emergency services.”

Ciri’s eyes widened, realizing just how that would sound. “I didn’t pass out!”

Not quite.

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Wrapping her arms tightly around Ciri, Yennefer pressed her nose into her blonde hair and held her for a moment. It didn’t take long for her to feel there was something slightly off with the girl. Despite the little weirdness, Yennefer wasn't expecting something on that scale. 

“Cirilla!” Usually Yennefer refrained from using Ciri’s full name, but the statement came as such a shock it just came out of her. She pulled back a little, holding the girl by her shoulders and immediately began going full mother hen mode as her hands searched over Ciri’s head and face to identify the problem. “What were you doing? What happened? You know I take no issue with your training, but this— you have to take care of yourself first.” 

Suddenly there was a glass of water on the nearest end table which Yennefer quickly picked up and gave Ciri no other option than to at the very least hold it. She was no medical professional, but usually these things stemmed from dehydration. “I should hope you didn’t pass out, gods give me strength.”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  REMUS && SAMWISE

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REMUS FELT RELIEF WITH THE MAN.  he wasn’t asking many questions, and was willing to help him through this.  Remus was more worried about the potion part of the wolfsbane than the plant upkeep.  He’d always been better at herbology than potions.  But raising plants on your own wasn’t the same as being walked through the steps by a professor.  

HE GAVE THE MAN A SMALL, THANKFUL SMILE.  ❝ i’d really appreciate that.  I don’t want to jip you out of your money or plants though.  If I kill them, I’m happy to buy new ones. ❞  He carefully ran his fingers around the pot of the wolfsbane plants.  It was strange, being reliant on a poison to help him.  He watched the valerian plant get placed down as well.   ❝ Really.  I really really appreciate it.  I don’t have a brown thumb, but I’ve heard mint can be a temperamental plant. ❞

TWO PLANTS HERE.  no price tags.  ❝ How much will it be for these two and say - the mint and sage this trip? ❞

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Generous as always, Sam shook his head a bit in a dismissive gesture. He had said it was for medical reasons, and a plant or two wasn’t going to cost him much at all. The Nursery was a decently popular place, after all.

“Ah, it's alright. I don’ mind it. ‘The world could always do with more good in it’ my old Gaffer used to say. Besides, it keeps the customers coming back, you know?” With a kind smile he began to make his way behind the counter. “It isn’t too temperamental if you know how to handle it correctly, you see. Alls it needs is room to branch out. It can get a bit out of hand if you aren’t careful. It likes to branch out all over.”

After a brief demonstration on how to handle each of the plants on the counter, Sam tidied up the bits of dirt that had escaped the pots. Dusting the mess into a small waste bin kept behind the counter, he looked the items over. He pressed a few buttons on the register before looking back at him. “Right, should be 36 even.”