#lionorsa

[kaerinio-a]

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#♕░░ au. breaker of the empire ( WITCHER AU III ) #♕░░ a queen belongs not to herself ; but to her people ( ANSWERED ) #lionorsa #♕░░ just wait for my mixtape to drop ( LUXX EDITS ) #;; i HAD SO MUCH FUN MAKING THIS FKHJDAFDHJFKDSJKFD

[tomaen]

Something bad that Tommen could not have controlled or influenced in any way: *happens*

Tommen, becoming the pigeon meme: Is this my fault?

#♚ ∴ ┊ 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝟒 𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞 › shitposting #lionorsa #aeternitie

[munadaria]

Let it be known @lionorsa​ has the patience of a saint, be it when I start rambling about characters or plot ideas, or when she carries my noob ass when we play LOL to victory or defeat.

#oυт of đяαġoиsтoиє | ooc #lionorsa

[skllger]

@lionorsa​    Your body told me in a dream it’s never been afraid of anything.

Eist ping her against him, her curvaceous body is very inviting and he kisses the crook of her neck while she speaks to him, one of his hands around her neck giving space for him to sink his lips in that soft flesh, the other one around her waits demanding her to arch to his desire. “That does sound like me,” he says, voice deep with lust, husky with desire. and from within his entrails, a laugh is formed and scapes in spaced chuckles, his breath warm against her exposed flesh, and when he lifts his gaze to drown in her emerald waters the man smile almost wickedly “Do you dream about my body often, your majesty?”

#lionorsa #** 𝖇𝖊𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖟𝖔𝖓 ( answers )

[snarkomancy]

"Over and over we die one after the other."

“An accurate observation, your Majesty.” The magician toys with the food that remains on her plate, commanding the attention of a page to refill her cup with a haughty glance and a snap of her fingers. “Although a rather sordid one, on such an occasion.”

The evening has been proceeding rather well, so far. She has kept a close eye on the Redanian delegation as they mix and mingle with the Cintreans, Alliances will be formed tonight, marriages arranged, trade agreements signed. It is all proceeding as expected, for these are times of  p e a c e, after all.

Queen Calanthe’s statement, however, is jarring amidst the revelry, a solemn reminder of mortality, of the endless cycle of death and rebirth, rise and fall. Philippa has watched Calanthe rise, and rise, and rise some more. She is beloved of her subjects, her statecraft impeccable, her kingdom is flourishing. Calanthe, of Lara Dorren’s blood.

The sorceress catches a glimpse of the druid Mousesack across the room, caught in the midst of a group of noisy revellers – Cintreans and Redanians both.

What do you know of this, I wonder?

The druid raises an eyebrow. I see you, he seems to say. I see you seeing me. And I see you watching her.

She nods, raises her cup as if in a toast. Her smile does not reach her eyes. In a seamless motion, she turns back towards the queen, her expression attentive, gracious.

“It is the natural order of things. All we can do is honour the legacy of those who came before us.” She raises her cup again, her eyes finding those of the queen. “We all must die. But first, we’ll  l i v e.”

#lionorsa #casual diplomatic visit prior to everything going to shit #casually throwing npc mousesack in there #you wanna bet they've been watching that bloodline

[lionheartedshewolfarchived]

Ciri remembered jumping. The green magic whirled around her, taking her far away from the hunt. She had to find a place they couldn’t follow, a place they wouldn't’ sense. The thought pulls her toward a new world, leaving her own. It was the best way to protect her loved ones, and herself until she figured out a way to stop them. She was tired of running, and yet there was no other choice.

But the place she dropped into was not what she expected. Her knees hit the ground, her hands pressed against the dirt, so familiar in scent and the sounds of horses in the stalls. Ashen hair fell around her shoulders as she took a deep breath, easing the pain in her shoulders. Slowly, she turned her head up, staring at the great building before her. Familiar stone, seeing lichen along the edges, as she slowly pulled herself up to her feet. Green eyes stared, unable to pull herself away.

Cintra.

Still Standing. This made no sense, she had witnessed it fall so many years ago. So long ago, a memory she long since wished to forget, though she could never shame her grandmama by such a thought. Her fingers brushed up along the stone, feeling lost in the moment of a dream, the rough edges of the stone scratching against her fingers. “How?” She whispered. This sort of power she never experienced. She had been to different worlds that were in different times. But she had never gone back in time before. Her feet took her from the outside of the building inside, moving through the building with clarity of each twist and turn, she knew exactly what room would be where and who could be found. 

A part of her wondered if maybe.... just maybe... she would get to see her grandmama once again.

@lionorsa​​​​​​ ― [ Starter Call ] ― Queen Calanthe

#lionorsa #° ✧ ⇢ [ replies ] #° ✧ ⇢ [ ›› closed starter ] #° ✧ ⇢ [ OV ;; traveling through space and time ] #° ✧ ⇢ [ ›› thread tracker ] #Let me know if this is okay <3 #I'm going off of the idea we talked about and plotted ^_^

[zagubionywilk]

                  >> ⚔️ <<                 ❝             I DID WHAT I COULD.    i don’t need to be told,  most of all by   YOU    how much i   failed.   i know,  calanthe.          ❞           he murmurs,  jaw tight.  he had   ENOUGH   of her blaming’s in his   dreams    ------------    he didn’t wish for the real thing.

@lionorsa​ ​ /  ⚔️

#lionorsa #⚔️ // something ends ; something begins. ( quest updated: post tw3 | main )

[griefprofiled]

@lionorsa uwu

#lionorsa #☆ and sometimes i'm funny (crack) #;;IT TRUE THO

[starfrckled-a]

@lionorsa​ said  :   ❝  i don’t...i don’t wanna go yet.  ❞ (   injury  /  hurt prompts  :  accepting   )

𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙲 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝚂 𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝙰𝚂 𝙸𝚃 𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆𝚂,  it is only fair trade,  as cruel as it might seem,  a balance that has to be carefully set.  don’t ask for more than you ought , the reminder is not lost on him,  not even now,  as he can feel his heartbeat drumming against his temples,  chest tightening in a familiar way,  as energy seeps out faster than he would like.  yet his eyes are focused,  clear blue,  trained on the wound on her side,  both his hands steady,  working through movements repeated time and time again.  only when she speaks does he look up again and there is no room for empty reassurances in his gaze,  just certainty  :  her face is slowly regaining color,  although the queen’s eyes remain glossed over by fever and Mousesack can finally release the breath he had been holding for the last five seconds or so. «  good.  because you are not going anywhere,  your majesty.  »    his smile is a faint one,  but no less relieved for it.  one day this won’t be enough,  one day their luck might very well run out,  and some of the stars in the sky will shine less brightly,  but today death’s doors are closed shut and so they will remain,  if has any say in it,  so the thought can be brushed aside this time.  as mindful of boundaries as ever,  the druid does not take her hand in his,  only slightly brushes her skin,  the touch soft and brief,  yet it conveys how much he has come to sincerely care for her well being.

#lionorsa #› mousesack ╱ ic #› mousesack ╱ answered asks #› mousesack ╱ black skies changed into blue ( verse i ) #& calanthe ( lionorsa ) #AH. YOU THOUGHT #not this time. he's not having it #and neither am I #context? I don't know her

[tyrll]

                                         margaery’s  flower  garden    *  /   @lionorsa​   ♡-ed  

˗ˏˋ C R O W N I M P E R I A L   ∵   P R I D E OF B I R T H  

Ornamental   ,    bold   .    Those   who   are   associated   with   the    flower   hold   in   their   hand   the   sceptre    of    power    ,    a   sunlike   glory    marks    their    chosen    paths    ;    a   person  of   majestic   deportment   .  

#lionorsa #flower garden * / a verse of petals #( honestly if anything i feel like marg would look up to calenthe ) #( i'm still in the process of getting more acquainted w the witcher ) #( so this is more based off margaery's first impression ) #( hope it's okay ! ) #queue * / until dusk

[senzariscrva]

@lionorsa​​  //  starter call

                       “HOW DO YOU     learn about strategy?  Can you learn it from a book?  Or to you have to be good at it already?”

#lionorsa #threads >> ciri

[twicexbladedarchived]

"just… come back alive, okay?”

gaze softened as he glanced up, meeting the emerald coloured eyes of his queen, the one that managed to get the best and worst out of him and yet keep him at bay. she worried, rightfully so. times were trying, nilfgaard’s destruction caused by its army causing havoc on their way up north, with cintra on the way as well. geralt worried as well, despite knowing that calanthe could more than handle it. 

approaching her, he gingerly took her hand in his, placing a chaste kiss on top of it. “don’t worry, my queen. it’ll need a lot to bring me down. i’ll be back before you know it.”

@lionorsa​          /          meme from ages ago.

#lionorsa #❛ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 ❜ ➺ interactions #❛ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 ❜ ➺ answered asks

[tomaen]

❝ Aunt Cali ? ❞   He is nearly a man grown, five-and-ten already  Her Pavetta is of an age with him and she is already a wife, and going to be a mother !  but he cannot help the childish sense of uncertainty that fills him :  He has never cared for change, and the whole world seems to be changing around him. With Pavetta keeping secrets from him, with her marrying a man so much older than her, and Calanthe herself remarrying, everything in his life feels suddenly unstable.  ( He is no longer sure where he fits among them ).

❝ I would have told you, if I’d known. She tells me things, usually, but she didn’t tell me about him, I swear. Please don’t be cross with me. ❞

♚ ∴ ┊ @lionorsa​ LIKED FOR A STARTER !

#♚ ∴ ┊ 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 & 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 › in character #lionorsa #(hi im having feels about tommen blaming himself for what happened with pavetta and duny and him being scared that calanthe will blame him)

[munadaria]

A little late birthday present for @lionorsa. Decided to post both the colour and b&w versions because why not. 

#lionorsa #that crown was a pain in the ass to fit #after trying like six different ones before #i could've made the entire outfit green but it just didn't work for me :/

[skllger]

@lionorsa​     loving the love of his life

#** 𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖆 𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖉 ( dash ) #lionorsa

[ofrxvia]

@lionorsa​ requested a starter ! 

Just off of the path, there was a light fire burning in the growing dusk. It was low, so the light did not carry far, and the smoke did not rise high, but it was hard to pass by that spot without seeing the light, and the person who inhabited it. There was just the one, and a horse and neither seemed all too concerned with anyone that came up by the way of the path. 

The Witcher sat with his back against a tree, the horse tethered to the same. Roach was grazing as she pleased, nibbling on the stalks of the thin vegetation while the Witcher turned something over the low fire. The closer one got, the more the smell of that slow cooking venison was going to hang about. It certainly did smell wonderful. The white-haired Witcher kept his eyes on the fire, though it seemed as if he weren’t paying the flames much attention at all. The golden eyes seemed distant if one were to get close enough to see them.

Geralt of Rivia had a lot on his mind, concerning not only a local hunt but some matters of home as well. Geralt had an itch to be back at Kaer Morhen as soon as he could, and that kind of restlessness showed.

#lionorsa #↠ lionorsa : 001 #Tʜᴇ Pᴀᴛʜ Sᴛɪʟʟ Lɪᴇs Aʜᴇᴀᴅ (pre game verse)