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Personally, I'm the last one tbh

#honestly i'm continuing to watch specifically because of the hc departure lol #(that's an exaggeration but) #i'm curious to see how it's handled and the rest of the cast is important to me #if it were just another season of hcav grunting woodenly i would consider passing #twn

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I for one am wildly excited to see a geralt who might learn his lines and say them on camera as directed

#lmao #twn

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me every day

#this is several of my blorbos

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I've been listening to some of Tower of Swallows again and I'm currently sitting with and obsessing over these six paragraphs right now. Forever having Ciri feelings I can't articulate in an actual Post....and yet my Ciri wip gets bigger and heavier every other week.

The interior of the tower immediately reminded her of Kaer Morhen – an equally long black corridor behind the doorway, an equally endless abyss in alignment with the columns and statues. She could not understand how this chasm fit in the slender obelisk of the tower. But she knew that trying to analyze it made no sense – not in the case of a tower that sprung up out of nowhere, that suddenly appeared where nothing had been before. In such a tower, anything was possible, and you couldn't be surprised by anything. She looked back. She did not believe that Bonhart had dared – or had been able – to follow her here. But she preferred to make sure of that. The archway through which she was riding shone with a bright, unnatural light. Kelpie's hooves clattered on the floor, which started to crack under the horseshoes. Bone. Skull, tibia, ribs, femur, pelvis. She rode through the middle of a giant ossuary. She was reminded again of Kaer Morhen. The dead should be buried in the ground… How long ago was that… At that time, I actually believed such a thing… the majesty of death, respect for the dead… But death is just death. And a dead man is just a cold corpse. It does not matter where it lies, where his bones disintegrate. She rode into the darkness, under arches, between columns and statues. The darkness began to weigh on her like smoke. Intrusive whispers and soft sighs urged incantations in her ears. Huge doors suddenly flared up in front of her and opened. They opened one by one. Doors. An infinite number of heavy doors opened silently in front of her. Kelpie's hooves rattled on the ground.

#shes baby....

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old man yaoi

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admit it - you thought i wouldn't come back, gwynbleidd

#im smushing them together in my mind

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after the war

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you won't believe it but i'm writing sugar baby isengrim again

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Isengrim

#oh i'm in love with this depiction of him

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Geralt of Rivia from the books

#a liddle creacher man

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When a coalition against common enemy is created it’s very important there are no issues between its members

#oh noooo the wee dijkstra

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I wish I didn't still have bard fatigue because I miss writing yennskier. When will my ability to write yennskier return from the war

#i think i wrote everything i wanted to write tbh but i could write more stupid stuff #i could always write more stupid stuff #amen

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#the hard truth is... no one even knows he's gay ://

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who is doing it like them

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it's been over two years..... yes I'm still thinking about it

it's been over six months and still i'm like. what the hell was that boat scene. why did they look at each other like that. why did their voices soften like that. the warm lighting. the tender sincerity. what the fuck was that

#twn

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Wait!!! Have you remembered to sexualise and lust after a morally repugnant fictional character today??