|   ⚜   |   C. & YENNEFER WILCZYNSKI   |   ⚜   |

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  DEAN && YENNEFER

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HER EYES WERE RATHER PRETTY.  in the sense that dean would probably end up drawing them, or drawing something inspired by them.  It wasn’t every day that you met someone with purple eyes, though truth be told he was surprised it didn’t happen more often in the Wizarding World.  Magic would make it so easy.  ❝ I mean, you add on that the no-nose guy was also the worst kind of person and started two wars - yeah no ballads written about him.  Stories to scare children and war songs, maybe. ❞

ART DID COME FROM FEAR AS MUCH BEAUTY, but the art that came from fear was so often kept locked away.  Dean knew it too well, from personal experience.  The nightmarish drawings in his sketchpad that he never flipped back to from the months on the run.  From the months after getting back home.  

❝ WANDS DON’T SEEM POPULAR IN THIS TOWN, ❞ dean said, taking his time to feel over each piece that was there.  ❝ Which I get, but it’s kinda a shame.  There’s a lot of beauty in wand work.  I find beauty in all kinds of magic, though.  Suppose that’s why I have this project. ❞

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Yennefer shrugged, because in all honesty she knew very little about the composition of music. She had never paid it too much mind, though there were a few ballads written about her back home. Dean’s attention wasn't the first captured by her vibrant eyes and dark hair, and his wouldn’t be the last. 

“Personally,” the woman said as she adjusted a few items on a nearby shelf, “I’ve never felt wands to be of much use for the form of magic I channel. They limit my capability. But, I have met a few who were aided by it. Many people, and I use that word loosely here, in this town, they don’t just use magic, but they are magic. A concept I, myself, find very interesting.” 

She looked to him, then to the display he was combing through. She had never been fond of wand work, so it was intriguing to glimpse even a small part of the process. “It sounds a quite interesting concept to make a piece on. I applaud it-- or I would, if I was the applauding type.”

⌘Midna & Jack Frost⌘

for the lovely @snowballsandfun

Midna never let boredom take her for long. Unemployed though she was, she had enough friends and things to do to keep her busy most days. When those options failed her, she simply went out in search of something else to occupy her time.

At first it had manifested as an eagerness to give the forest a thorough exploration. Midna had met her fair share of interesting people and sights there. Then, she moved on to the rest of town proper. She acquainted herself well enough with the layout of houses and shops should she ever need any of them. It was after a few weeks of being there that she realised she hadn't explored much of the opposite end of town, near the coast.

All of her friends occupied with their own business, and wanting to remedy that fact, Midna decided to take the day to poke around the coast to look for something interesting.

She hadn’t been there ten minutes when she heard a voice from behind her that made her head swivel like an owl. She squinted a little against the sun, trying to get a better look at the person now standing there. Midna cocked her head to the side a little. “Sorry, come again? Couldn’t hear you.”

OLIVER JACKSON-COHEN in SURFACE (2022)

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  ZSASZ && YENNEFER

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  ZSASZ CHUCKLED A BIT AT HER POLITENESS.  it was obviously, now, that she’d been around politicians (or perhaps royals in her world ?) before.  He was surprised he hadn’t picked up on it before.  ❝ Just Zsasz is fine.  Some people from home call me Mr. Zsasz, though that’s more for formality. ❞  

  HER CLOTHES WERE NICE, IF A BIT DIFFERENT.  though zsasz couldn’t comment on that front when he was in nearly entirely leather and had around six weapons stored on his body at the moment (which was on the low end).  Of course, most of those weapons were concealed aside from the one hand gun he had in his shoulder strap.

  ❝ I CERTAINLY LEAN TOWARDS THE DARKER SIDE FOR MOST THINGS.  but it is never that simple, i’m sure you understand.  We all have our loyalties, and the things we care about.  For example - I am a vegetarian, because I dislike how animals are often treated in the meat industry on this planet. ❞  But killing people was fine.  It was strange, but it was who he was.  ❝ And of course I have my rules.  I think we all do, at the end of the day. ❞  No kids.  No one who was connected to Oswald or Falcone unless that person ordered it.  Nothing that will start a war you aren’t ready for.  And of course, there were the hits Zsasz would do for free - when it came to the people who were somehow worse than himself.

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“Zsasz it is, then,” the mage smiled a cat-like grin. It lit up her face in a pretty way. Yennefer was an exceedingly pretty woman. 

Loyalty was the name of her game as well. It had been ever since she had left Aretuza. First it had been to her only friends— Sabrina, Triss, Istredd. Then, after a long while, her mentor Tissaia joined the list. Now, the list was emphatically belonging to Ciri and Geralt and Jaskier (even if she would never tell the bard out loud). Her duty was first and foremost to keep them safe, no matter the jobs she signed on to do. 

“Interesting— I like that. We all have our stances in life, and I can respect yours greatly. Even when I don’t agree with someone’s moronic stance on morality, I can respect holding to your morals,” Yennefer said as she leaned against the counter, shifting the weight on her boots. “Indeed. Having rules is important. You lose yourself if you don’t have them, in my experience.” She had lost herself a few times when she had broken her own rules, and she had never wanted to experience that again. Especially around her Chaos. When you break your rules, you risk everything being taken away from you.

ofmvoonlight​:

Just looking down on the ground, he slowly nodded. “I didn’t mean to make myself sound like the victim because I am not one. I dug this hole and I shall lie in it” because that is what he should do. He should lay in the cold and realize that what had transpired was far worse than any other mistake he had made back home. Because this time around he used something against her that should have never been used in the first place. It should have been left alone, kept away from the rest of the world. He hit her where it hurt the most and for that he could never forgive himself. That was why he could never blame her if she didn’t want to forgive him either.

“Do you want me to win you back? You have a choice in this as well, Yennefer” he finally looked at her and sighed softly. “I could never force you to stay. That is just not in my nature” he had always believed that every single person had the choice to stay or to leave. And now when he had hurt her so deeply it was only fair for him to actually back off and let her decide what she wanted. 

Geralt loved her and he always would. Wishing for her, yearning for her and begging that she would one day be his had become such a big part of his everyday life. But could he with a clear conscience continue this if the damage was too grave? “You deserve the world, Yennefer. And if you want me to fight then I will. I will fight until my body screams for misery and even then I will push through it. Because you are my wish, my one and only. You always will be no matter what happens”

To be this in love with someone was dangerous. Geralt knew that but he did not care. Because she was everything he wanted and more. She had passion and she had a fire inside her heart that many people feared. But not Geralt. Never.

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Making fists at her sides to steady hands that were shaking with rage, Yennefer wanted to scream in frustration. Why was this all so difficult? Why did life have to be so cruel to her after all this time? Was her childhood spent tending to pigs worth more money than her not enough? Were the days trapped in Aretuza with nobody to write to her, the days serving selfish kings, the pain of fighting battles not her own not enough to satisfy whatever cruel bit of the universe that was seemingly after her? Why did Geralt have to be wrapped up in it too?

“Do you think you would still be alive and standing here talking to me if I didn’t want you to? After all this time I thought you’d know me well enough to get that.” Yennefer took a breath and let go of the fists she had made. She wanted somebody to try for her, to want her in the same way she wanted. She had wanted Geralt back so badly, she took drastic measures to be able to have him. It wasn't the fact there had been someone else that made her angry, it was that he had put so little effort into coming back to her after. 

There was the talk of the wish again. It got to her more than it should’ve. How did she know what they felt for each other wasn't just some djinn’s spell and not their own natural feelings? He had known her all of five minutes when he made it, and they had been wrapped up around one another ever since. She would dwell on that another day. 

“I want—“ a sound of frustration. “I want you to want me like I want you.” It sounded almost pathetic to her as she sighed in something nearing defeat. The tide of anger was slowly receding from her at last. 

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?”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　ZSASZ  ft.  yennefer

ZSASZ REALLY LIKED THE ATMOSPHERE OF THE DROWNED PRINCE .  yeah , the white rabbit was really nice too .  But he went there if he wanted to bug Stephie and Kitty Kate .  If he wanted to relax , to drink , to hang out with people - that wasn’t the place .  Which is why whenever he and Yenn met up for drinks , it was at the Drowned Prince .  (Also , secretly , he didn’t want to unless the Bats on her yet .) 

   He had his … well Zsasz didn’t have a signature drink .  His motto was the more fruit flavored and the more sugary , the better .  So today he was sipping on a daiquiri - strawberry banana because he felt like being annoying .  He took a long sip , slowly raising a brow bone at Yennefer .  ❝ So .  What’s up with the blonde mamoth . ❞

┊ ┊⊱⋅⋅ @bombadills​

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Even across spheres, a night out still remained the same at its core. It was a little comfort to be able to maintain some semblance of normalcy when she was in the midst of an emotional crisis, and Yennefer was thankful for it. She was thankful for the improvement in alcohol quality as well. Back home, nearly anything you could reasonably get your hands on tasted like swill compared to the things these Earth bartenders could whip up. Yennefer favored something in the middle of the sweetness scale, but she wasn’t opposed to using her roots to her advantage (aka pounding back shots of high ABV liquors to prove annoying men wrong).

It was nice to finally have a friend here. She hadn’t expected it to be Zsasz, but he was interesting company, and they seemed to click in a weird inexplicable way. They had a little routine by now. When one of them needed it, they would call for a night out, and drink until they had solved the problem or got cut off from ordering. The latest topic was the whole Geralt Thing. 

Sighing at his question, and taking a sip of something called an amaretto sour (she was determined to try all of the most popular Earth cocktails at least once), Yennefer shook her head slightly, “I have no idea... I’m bored of this whole thing if I’m being honest. I think we’re going to be alright in the end. I just hate that it all went on so publicly.  I mean-- If we were back home we would have sorted this out forever ago, and I wouldn't have to worry about Ciri being out of the house on some foolish power display to show she still has some semblance of control despite us, and I would actually be able to have sex. So I’m down three for three here.”

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!”

shallowmagics​:

— *•̩̩͙   c. & yennefer wilczynski  •̩̩͙* —

━━━━━━━━━    *•̩̩͙ ♔ •̩̩͙*　 ━━━━━━━━━

She didn’t understand this land, not at all. Monsters and elves were far easier to understand than things like cars and headphones. What she did understand was the way her mother’s hand felt in hers,  how things would eventually be alright. Yennefer would die than let anything hurt Ciri. The blonde knew this like she knew her own heartbeat. A comforting, ever-there weight. 

“You sound too much like Uncle Vesemir. You might just summon him with those words,” She smiled. Zireael had been a comfort she clung to her first few nights in this town, quite literally. It was proof that everything had happened, that she still had her family, somewhere out there. In a strange world with things she didn’t understand, the sword she knew as an extension of her own body was her solace. “Not a Witcher yet. Never, if Father gets his way.”

Ciri nodded, listening intently. Five months. Yennefer had been without her and Geralt for five whole months. “I’m surprised you haven’t burned the place down. I never thought you would ever work for anyone, the Council included.”

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Everything about this town left Yennefer cold, the kind of chill that sank into her bones and stayed there despite any effort to chase it away. Holding onto Ciri was the first touch of warmth she had felt in months. She would do anything imaginable to keep that warmth from slipping from her grasp. 

“Could you imagine? I think the sight of a lightbulb would be far too much for him to process,” the idea of the grumpy witcher trying to navigate technology was extraordinarily amusing. “You’ll get there in time, daughter. He just wants to make sure you’re safe, it's a dangerous job after all. Takes years of training. To be without you is a fate unimaginable to either of us. But your work will pay off, I know it will.”

She did know. The Ciri of her time was a bit farther down The Path, and was shaping up to be quite the formidable opponent. From what she could discern, there was no Path to be found here, but she wouldn't be the one to tell Ciri not to practice. They neared the bed and breakfast before long, having been close to it to begin with. “Ah, yes. I had given up on employment in my late thirties, but one must make sacrifices when trying to get the things they want, my dear.”

ofmvoonlight​:

“Okay only if you are sure. I am starting to get better when it comes to the whole standing up thing. It took some time after the whole.. incident took place. But I am getting there and I am beyond happy about that. I do not like to just lay around and hope that everything is going to be fine. I need to actually make sure that I am gonna be fine and not just hope and wonder" 

Zelda had always been quite stubborn when it came to these things. They had never been someone who let other people take care of them. Not even the people that worked for her back home in Hyrule. No no they refused. She was her own person which meant that she can take care of herself. And that she could. Zelda had proven that time and time again.

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Sam had always enjoyed cooking, he was a Hobbit after all, and cooking was one of a Hobbit’s favorite activities. So he didn’t mind to offer at all, especially if the cause was to make sure Zelda didn’t start feeling any worse than they already did.

“‘If I'm sure?’ You sound ridiculous,” he said as he shook his head, a fondness in his voice and a glint in his eye. He understood her eagerness to get on with life after such an injury. He had seen it firsthand with his Frodo on multiple occasions. “No, I didn’t think you would like such a thing. You’ve always struck me as a doer, and not a watcher. Every step is one more step back to normal, I think. You’ll be up to your usual antics again in no time.”