I Don’t Wanna Do This. I Don’t.

no they aren’t friends, not at all

Yen & Jaskier | The Witcher 2x08

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?” 

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?”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  DEAN && YENNEFER

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IN  LONDON,  DEAN  HADN’T  TRUSTED  METAPHYSICAL  SHOPS.    aaliyah  had  loved  them  and  often  dragged  dean  to  them,  even  when  he  insisted  the  ❛ magic ❜  they  claimed  was  nothing  but  a  hoax.    The  Bubbling  Cauldron  in  town  was  different,  though.    Aaliyah  would  have  loved  it,  and  Dean  actually  believed  at  least  some  of  the  things  in  the  shop  held  power.    There  were  different  kinds  of  magic  in  this  town,    ones  he’d  never  seen  before.    So  it  wouldn’t  be  unbelievable  if  these  things  held  power  he  didn’t  sense  in  his  home.  

HE  WASN’T  HERE  FOR  MAGIC,  THOUGH.    per  say.    The  after-school  program  he  worked  for  had  asked  him  if  he  wanted  to  participate  in  the  teacher  showcase,  and  he’d  said  yes.    He  could’ve  done  something  easy,  like  a  painting  or  a  piece  in  charcoal.    But  he  wanted  to  push  himself  outside  of  his  comfort  zone,  and  he  had  the  perfect  image  in  his  head.    It  was  a  3-D  piece  honoring  different  types  of  magic  here  in  town.    His  magic,  through  words  and  wands.    The  magic  of  plants,  of  the  moon,  of  gems.    Potions,  runes.    Everything  and  anything.

HE  WAS  LOST  EXAMINING  THE  CRYSTALS  WHEN  THE  WORKER  SPOKE.    he  jumped  a  bit,  having  not  expected  them.    ❝ Kind  of?    I’m  working  on  an  art  piece  and  I  wanted  to  include  some  crystals.    My  sister  has  told  me  a  million  times  what  each  of  them  do  and  stand  for,  but  I  just  can’t  keep  track  of  them.    Are  you  familiar  with  any? ❞

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Yennefer always had an excellent memory. She had used that to her advantage while studying her craft. When she had come to this realm, she had nearly immediately started her research on the magical elements this world contained. By no means was she an expert, but she would get there, and she knew enough to get by in the meantime. 

“I am indeed. What exactly are you trying to incorporate in your piece? An emotion? An energy? Something beautiful?” She raised an eyebrow as she studied him. “My first suggestion would be to start with the one that draws you in first; in my opinion that’s usually the stone that wants to be used, but it's just a suggestion. 

With an elegant wave of her hand, she gestured towards two stands in the shop, full with baskets of different crystals and stones. “There's a display here, and another there. Whatever you find appealing, I’d be happy to describe for you.”

ofmvoonlight​:

His heart sank, his walls did as well. And that was the weirdest part of it all because they never fell. Not even around Louisa. No because around her those walls just went higher. But the purple eyed beauty in front of him made everything shatter and fall. How could this be happening? And why didn’t he know who she was when she clearly looked at him in such a way? Strangers did not look at each other like that. And that made him feel like the worst person on this planet. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. Why? He did not know. But he felt bound to her. Like it was his duty to keep her heart safe. 

He should be asking the questions but instead all he could give was confused grunts and silence. He didn’t know what was going on and he didn’t know what criminal offense he had done to deserve such a bad case of karma. But whatever he had done in his past life must have been wretched. That was the only explaination as to why he felt so stuck between what was real and what was fake. 

“I-” he whispered and then reached his hand out, palm up as a way to invite her to hold him. “I am so sorry” now Geralt was never one to apologize. He wasn’t proud by any means but he was stubborn. When he felt like he had done nothing wrong, he would stand behind that even if it meant he would lose people. But around her he felt the need. What was happening to her was unfair, she did not deserve it.

Whatever that may be.

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For a brief moment, Yennefer wanted to scream at him, as if she would somehow knock his memory back into him by doing so. They had their fair share of shouting matches in the past– putting a hotheaded mage and a stubborn witcher in close proximity was bound to lead to such things. She knew this was different from all of those occasions, though, because at the end of those they would make up and move on, but this was… something else entirely. 

He had amnesia once before. That had been difficult (it would have been easier if a certain red haired sorceress hadn’t gotten involved, but she mattered little now). Yennefer was not there for the bulk of the experience, which made the idea of dealing with it now– all on her own– all the more nauseating. Seeing him like this was undoubtedly strange. He was so… quiet. It was like a brick wall laid between them. 

“Sorry,” Yennefer repeated. Her voice had gone quiet, level, trying to figure out what to do. She stared at the hand outstretched to her. Finally pulling her hand from her coat pocket, she flexed her fingers to dispel the remnants of Chaos; setting her jaw tight, she placed her hand atop his. The gesture was tense at first, as if she was reaching out to touch a hot stove, as if touching him could burn her. Her arm relaxed a bit a moment later. Her hands were clearly that of a mage, fingers long and delicate, a few calluses along the sides of them (something she paid close mind to, often using a carefully crafted hand cream which smelled of lilac and gooseberries).

Meeting his eyes at last, she sighed at the sight of him. No way forward was clear. She couldn't fix this. She hated not being able to fix things, especially when it came to Geralt. “Fuck,” she whispered, before speaking normally once again. “What am I going to do with you, Geralt of Rivia? What in the world am I supposed to do with you?” the woman cleared her throat. “You need something to call me by. Yennefer, that’s my name.”

ofmvoonlight​:

Geralt really did wish that he had a filter because hurting the people he loved the most wasn’t really the way to live. He didn’t like seeing the pain in their eyes after he had once again opened his mouth and said something harsh and even unforgiveable. He wondered why he was the way he was and why he had been so comfortable with the way he carried himself. No one should like being cold and harsh, no one should like pushing people away and no one should like being this lonely. 

He wanted to protect her from harm and that also meant protecting her from himself and the way he was acting. Yes he was a rather selfish man from time to time when it came to Yennefer. He was selfish due to the need of keeping her in his life and the lengths he would go to make sure that she would always be there. But could he really do that when he had said the things he had said? When he had been acting in such a disgusting and vile way?

When she started to talk, he could feel his heart sink further and further down into the pit of his stomach because he knew that she was right. “I understand” he mumbled. Running a hand through his hair, Geralt looked at her and let out a shaky breath. “What I did.. I do not deserve a second, a third or a fourth chance. If you want this to end then I will respect your wishes and leave you alone" 

It’s the least he could do after all the torment and emotional whiplash. Sometimes he even confused himself with the intense emotions he constantly went through. The up’s and the down’s, the love and the hate. It wasn’t easy to have a heart that was beating inside your chest and it wasn’t easy to feel that heart shatter into a tiny little pieces.

But he deserved it.

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Exasperation. It was the only emotion that Yennefer could manage to feel when he spoke. Her brow furrowed in momentary confusion before realization settled over her. This bumbling idiot was so stupid, and it was a miracle that he had lived so long with a little brain like that rattling about his head. 

She pinched the bridge of her nose in an attempt to collect herself before speaking again. What the hell was she going to do with him? 

“Geralt.” Her voice was strained, trying not to bounce back out of control, “You deserve the award for stupidest witcher in creation. I’m not breaking things off, you oaf. I’m taking you back.”

Yennefer sighed, eyes narrowing at him, “So unless that isn’t what you want to do, can we just get on with things?”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  ZSASZ && YENNEFER

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THE  WOMAN  WAS  DRESSED  INTERESTINGLY,  TO  SAY  THE  LEAST.    not  that  zsasz  had  any  place  to  talk  with  his  nearly  all-leather  get  up.    Hers  was  certainly  more  fitting  for  a  Welsh  countryside  town  than  his  own,  but  he’d  never  been  one  to  mind  standing  out  in  a  crowd.    In  fact,  it  usually  was  quite  the  opposite.    Zsasz  knew  how  to  use  shadows  and  darkness  to  his  aid,  but  also  when  to  draw  the  eye  of  everyone  around  him.

HE  PUT  THE  BOX  OF  GOOD  ON  THE  COUNTER,  raising  a  brow  bone  at  kai  who  seemed  to  look  up  at  him  in  question.    He  sighed.    He  supposed  he  and  Oswald  were  spoiling  the  dragon  a  bit  too  much.    ❝ Don’t  you  have  a  register  to  guard? ❞    Kai  let  out  a  snort,  but  did  turn  and  head  over  to  the  small,  purple  pillow  beside  the  cash  register.      With  that,  Zsasz  turned  his  attention  back  to  the  woman.

HE  TOOK  THE  KNIFE,  CAREFULLY  MOVING  IT  TO  NOT  CUT  EITHER  OF  THEM.    ❝ yes  well,  i  suppose  the  knives  either  moved  in  transport  or  my  shop  assistant  was  messing  around  in  the  back  and  hoped  i  wouldn’t  notice.    Either  way,  thank  you.    If  you  feel  I  need  to  prove  myself  proficient  at  weapons,  I’m  always  happy  to  give  a  demonstration. ❞    He  spun  the  knife  in  his  hand,  getting  it  into  a  more  comfortable  grip.    Quickly,  he  took  aim  at  the  board  he  had  across  the  store  for  just  this  and  sent  the  knife  flying.    It  landed  in  the  bullseye  with  a  thunk.    He  gave  a  flourish  of  a  half  bow.    ❝ Now,  is  there  anything  I  can  assist  you  with? ❞

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Yennefer couldn’t help but to watch the dragon retreat to its spot beside the register. It was a mistake in the end, as the sight once again took her mind elsewhere. She was quickly brought back to the moment when he spoke once again. 

She wasn’t sure if it had been the intention, but she wasn't intimidated or startled. In fact, she was far from it. For the first time since she had arrived in Sallow Hills, she was hit with a startling amount of familiarity. The way he dressed, the dramatics, the set up and contents of the shop: they reminded her of home. She could’ve sworn something identical had happened with Lambert when she was visiting Kaer Morhen once, but she didn’t want to dwell on it. She had business to do. 

“Impressive. Though, I was making a joke.” A smirk grew on her face as she met his eyes, and there was a quirk to her brow in sudden intrigue of the man before her. Yennefer nonchalantly crossed her arms in front of her as she looked between him and the blade now protruding from the wall. “I’m new here. I don’t have any... guarantee of personal protection, and I should like to remedy that. What would you recommend?”

River’s Intro

i think i just saw River Song (she/her, nonbinary, 224+)! she’s a canon character from doctor who. have you heard she remembers nothing from her previous life? she appeared here in february 2022 after resuming her work as a professor after leaving darillium. now she’s working as a teacher at the armes sallow secondary school. still, she does have that untamed mess of curls, journaling in the hot summer sun, wit sharp as a tack, only water in the forest vibe about her.

[alex kingston, see bottom of post for details]

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“Its all got so very complicated, and its a mess, and I’m really fed up. Do you know what I want? You were right. I want a day-- just one normal day. A day sandwiched neatly, boringly, between two surrounding days. Exactly where it should be..”

--The Lives of Captain Jack Vol. 3, R&J

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Armes| Can you tell me your name?

“River. River Song. 

A| Where are you from?

“That's a good question really. 

A| What’s the last thing you remember?

“Last thing I remember? As in the earliest? I don’t really know. I remember going to sleep in my flat, and then waking up here. 

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

“I do. I don’t remember much of anything about myself other than a few minor details— my name, my age, my profession. That sort. 

A| Have you found a job here in Sallow Hills?

“I have. I work at the secondary school. I think I like teaching. 

A| What was the strangest thing you saw before arriving here?

“I’m not sure what you mean by that. 

A| What traits would your friends give to you?

“I don’t have any of those. Not that I can remember. Smart, witty, and drop dead gorgeous would fit the bill. 

A| Is there anything else you would like to say?

“No, thank you.

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[midna] [samwise] [yennefer]

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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.”