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Let me introduce you to Keria Metz, the coolest of sorceresses.
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feel free to color it if you like. Just remember to tag me please!
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Call me crazy but am I the only one seeing just how these two are eyeing each other? The amused eyes, the mix of hate and interest, the barely formed smirks that are still there? Someone tell me I'm not imagining it. Also all these sudden Tissaia/Fran posts are to blame - they got me seeing stuff that might not even be there in the first place.
Anyways, just imagine - the two most powerful sorceresses the Continent has ever seen (canonically the oldest two as well) hooking up. They'd be rulling the northern kingdoms in days.
These women had one episode together (still a mess about them not being close like in the books) and ZERO DIALOGUE yet the way they looked at each other, like in the photo above was PURE FIRE.
Forget Tissaia x Yennefer or Fringilla x Francesca, this here would have been the SHIT.. Also guess what? Tissaia was closer to Francesca in the books than she ever was to Yen / than Fran ever was to Fringilla so this isn't even that wild.
No one can convince me Tissaia didn't want a piece of that so she decided to kill Filavandrel cause honestly who needs him when she got the chance.
Also yes, this is my second weird ship after Emhyr x Francesca but screw it, it's too good not to think about. I hate these dumb breadcrumbs that will never pay off but it's nice to just fantasize.
Kinda headcanoning that these two were besties centuries ago but then the Brotherhood turned all anti-elven and Francesca got kicked out/left or something. And Tissaia replaced her with Philippa and then replaced Phil with Yennefer. Also, remember how Tissaia was all pro-elven in seasons 1 and 2? That right there is proof that this could've been something.
Anyways, now I'm done. Sry lol.
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--prompt from @flashfictionfridayofficial
Tracing the moonlight with her finger, Iris stepped out onto the terrain; with only her sandals protecting her from the rocks. The crisp mountain air left her waiting for something to happen, but that would mean less time to relish on how the moon popped out from the silvery clouds, before obscuring its face again.
Who would know how it impacts all of us--the phases of the moon and sands of time? Iris pondered, before a gentle breeze passed by her her hand, and Tal appeared with her longer hair whisking over her shoulder.
"There's a traitor amongst the soldiers," Tal whispered, which brushed through Iris' spine and sent goosebumps across her arms. With the land they earned through her own moves, nobody would yearn for anything, just for some water to wash away the blood.
"How do you know?"
"Because they are slow to pick up a weapon but fast to grab onto the cured jerky," Tal commented, letting her golden jewelry dangle in the moonlight. Iris laughed, but bit her lip to revert to a cooler state, waiting for a verdict to come to her.
"Are you joking?"
"No."
"Hm...do you which one of those soldiers could've turned against me. Tell me now before something worse happens to you." Iris emphasized the last sentence, her hisses turning into spit. She clenched her fist, trying to suppress the need to warp someone's thoughts, but it only cut dents into her hardened palm.
"I cannot tell you yet, but we can summon a Spell of Truth to hint at it." Tal rose her hands to summon a hovering light, which initially had a periwinkle glimmer, before darkening with the night. Iris rose her hand and muttered a few words before opening her grip. A cascade of light followed, and both sorceresses backed up.
"Something is not right--tell us now, the embodiment of light!" Tal exclaimed, which caught Iris off-guard. Caught in her spiritual daze, Tal possessed an abnormal power, which incorporated the woman and summoned another out of the aura.
Iris held her breath, and cupped her hands to include the figure's face.
"Tell me the truth, or I will extract it from you!"
"Don't do that, Iris!" Tal exclaimed. "Otherwise, it will corrupt its purity."
"Is she capable of lying?" Iris retorted, brushing a curl from her forehead.
"Are you?"
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I wanted to play on the classic "facebook it's complicated relationship status" meme with at least one of my OC couples and ended up doing it with two - Umbra X Lina and Vaespar X Thancred.
(The latter is technically OC X Canon/WoL X Canon but shhhhhhhhh)
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FINAL FANTASY VIII - SUCCESSION OF WITCHES (SPED UP)
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It’s almost time for spooky season and I’ve got magical ladies on the brain. Enjoy some sorceresses gardevoir for your viewing pleasure.
I’ve been very busy so I’m gonna try my best to get more stuff uploaded like a reasonable artist lol.
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Keiko Yamamoto soaring past the moon in the company of another witch
“You surely enjoy cool, breezy autumn nights like these, don’t you, Keiko?”
“Of course I do, Katherine…I love it when the wind is on my face and hair, and I’m enjoying the high life of flying with these jack-o-lanterns under the full moon!”
“And your familiar looks almost like a little bear, doesn’t she?”
“She’s a raccoon from the Borderland Woods, which is close to where I usually live, and her name is Vicky.
She’s also the best friend of Robby Hide the Wood Elf.”
“Nice…My sisters and I have only got cats as familiars back in our country.”
“I see…”
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Van Bereaver (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/324784674-van-bereaver?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=elizabethokoye034&wp_originator=a7bNmFjheOMCKrf9%2BnnLfWxoDmocG7Lv45Maefh9tLalj3yaOws%2FtZAFDGVNAXAqLsG4%2B9WcvaUsatZ7aqjJy7UM5FbPCTDlxsBty7so8rffITOE%2BK2BGZym75mOFRbu This is a retelling of Red- The Witcher.
Sage Anika van Bereaver
Bereaver- "To take a loved one from a person, especially by death." Cry aloud for the man who is dead, for the woman bereaved.
A beann'shie or just a banshee is a female Spector who can turn into a wraith. On Soavine Night, she wails for the people who are going to die. A Witcher or a mutated man who has gone through training and chemical trials. Every night, he fights monsters and evils just for coin and stays out of human affairs.
Red is the color of her hair.
White is the color of her dress.
White is the color of his hair.
Black is the color of his armor.
"Verily I say unto you..."
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The kind of beauty that should be illegal
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The Evil Sorceress and the Bookworm
The Evil Sorceress and the Bookworm
I wanted to create a giant bug,That would terrorise the land,But instead it only bothered me,The spell cast by my hand,
It made a gigantic, beastly bug,But here, take a look,Instead of frightening others,It’s eaten my spell book,
And I cannot buy new ones,And I can’t remember them, but I should,Destroy this pesky bookworm,I’d cast a spell if I could.
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