#stubborn emhyr

[erinbeast]

ciri as empress of nilfgaard and roche as her loyal vassal and them dating...

Ciri being Emhyr’s Heir while Vernon was her lover and vassal would include:

-Poor, poor Mererid

-Man has to somehow train Vernon Roche to be a vassal while also serving Emhyr and seeing to Ciri and help her with training to be an Empress.

-Vernon Roche is so stubborn and it causes Ciri both amusement and horror, sometimes at the same time.

-Vernon Roche fights Emhyr every step of the way, this was Emhyr’s idea and Vernon is not going to let him forget it.

-Emhyr thought if Vernon Roche was made Vassal to Ciri then their love could be continued and everything would go smoothly

-Nope

-Vernon has to be a butt about everything, the clothes, the manners, the training in etiquette, the training in dancing (Honestly it’s ridiculous, how can someone memorize all these steps)

-The only part Vernon doesn’t fight is the military help he can provide to Emhyr and Ciri, though he does make small quips about the emperor under his breath much to Emhyr’s chagrin.

-Emhyr actually likes Vernon and his challenges though he makes to sure everyone thinks he despises the man and his Northnerness.

-Emhyr is thrilled Ciri took to being his heir even if it meant Vernon Roche would be close

-Little tiffs between Vernon and Emhyr that leave Ciri surely thinking Vernon will meet the hang man’s noose

-“NO! I will NOT be dancing during this event!” “You and Ciri are expected to dance as the main event for the ball, yes you will!” and so on. The tiffs leave Vernon irritable and grouchy while Emhyr is nothing if but amused and tickled someone would actually challenge him. Ciri wants to cuff them both over the head.

-Eventually Emhyr retires and chuckles as Vernon barely scrapes through Ciri’s coronation.

-Emhyr is his retirement comes over to the palace so often and loves to pick little fights with Vernon over stupid little things just to get a rise out of Vernon. Vernon takes a LONG time to catch on that this is a game to Emhyr.

-Vernon actually thought Emhyr HATES him, which he did at first to be fair. Takes a while for him to come around and openly admit that maybe Emhyr isn’t THAT bad. Maybe… Possibly..

-Mererid is glad when Emhyr retires, as he ‘retires’ with Emhyr and continues to serve him.

-Mererid does NOT like the tiffs, the are unprofessional and Sir would you please be mindful of what Vernon’s temper does to the court…

-Ciri takes to the throne beautifully and enjoys visits from Emhyr every now and again, though if you would please stop making my vassal slightly intimidated and irritable that would be great, thanks.

#this went off the rails #maybe add more later #mererid #emhyr #emhyr var emries #emperor emhyr #empress ciri #Vernon #vernon roche #the struggles are real #mainly for ciri #stubborn emhyr #meets #stubborn Vernon #send help #and wine #and Regis #Regis fixes everything #should do that next #Regis is ciri’s court

[stillness138]

Indulge me for that character post. ardal

oHOO nice

Sexuality Headcanon: on one hand there's his wife, wet rod's sister, on the other hand, gay homosexual gay. hear me out; they're each others' beards. she's secretly fucking stella congreve. but he still keeps up the appearances and treats her nice, it's the least he can do when he's not off being weird with albrich or someshit. Gender Headcanon: honestly pick your poison, though most witcher antagonists are cis to me...smth smth white men acting like they own the universe Ship I have with said character: i need a weird, nasty threesome between him, albrich and vanhemar (i wrote more here but then i had the better idea not to subject anyone to the details). xavier can watch i suppose. BROTP: i'm pulling this out of my ass as i go, but i reckon everyone is kinda like "yeah that asshole aep dahy, i don't even wanna know", and of the entire imperial court, morvran, the unfortunate carrier of the only nilfgaardian braincell, who btw is like 18 during the war, is the only one who has genuine respect for ardal, or at least his long experience. contrast it with that other teenager whose respect is just carefully masked fear. NOTP: well there's the obvious, because their dynamic is specifically what it is. the idea of a meve or reynard hatefuck is funny crack for a sunday afternoon but it's downright unshippable seriously, not that anyone would try :D. Random headcanon: he likes the taste of citrusy fruits, but not the scent. General Opinion: horrible cunt blorbo by proxy (affectionate). it's a testament to meve's sheer power of spite to have lost the lottery and gotten the most competent of the invasion leaders, but still whooping his entire ass all the same, but it also speaks to his experience that he knew he has to go at it from the inside (and only fuck people who are definitely in on the burning aedirn to ashes, no i will never stop making fun of vattier) otherwise he's gonna fail entirely like the other idiots did. it's not really a positive, but ya know, at least the guy carries himself in accordance to his age and knowledge. still fucking hilarious tho, loyal to fergus, loyal even to the usurper, loyal to emhyr, devoted to the invasion unlike the others, and all that stubborn loyality ended smeared on a dagger's blade all the same.

#thank this was fun #thronebreaker

[do-androids-dream-ao3acc]

Unexpectedly, one more for the Forgotten Tales. Explicit chapter. This is the infamous sex pollen fic which was originally meant for a different purpose... but someone needed a heads up, so here it is. Roughly 3500 words, as mentioned E, so beware. Below the cut and on AO3.

"By Lebioda’s blue balls! What’s going on here?"

Judging from the brief muscle twitch in Emhyr's cheeks, the prophet's mention didn't seem particularly welcome in the palace, but he didn't comment. Instead, he replied in a tone as if Geralt should have known, "It's the coronation anniversary, celebrations are coming up… I'm pretty sure I mentioned that, Geralt."

Geralt strained to keep an innocent face, but he was still overwhelmed by the massive number of flowers in the entranceway of Vizima's palace. As if the still unfinished repairs that paved the hall with scaffolding weren't enough; a constant reminder that this was just a secondary abode for the Emperor. Now, however, countless buckets, wheelbarrows, and tubs filled with flowers magnified the chaos. Contradictory smells permeated the hall, whose drab marble, usually interspersed only with equally drab black and gold flags, seemed to blaze in all the colors of the rainbow. 

"By coronation, I suppose, you mean the conquest of Temeria, huh? That's celebrated with flowers? Interesting."

Emhyr stood imperturbably in all the confusion and didn’t waver. 

"You'll find," he remarked with that slightly haughty tone usually reserved for his advisors, "that the announcement of a barrel or two of ale puts people quite at peace."

"Depends on the quantity, I guess," Geralt muttered.

Then he sneezed, rubbed the root of his nose, and said, "I'm getting a headache from these smells. Anyway, just here to tell you I was about to head out to check out these Zeugl rumors down south. Can't decide if I actually prefer the sprawling sewers to the stench in here."

Emhyr visibly frowned, if only for a brief moment. 

"More of those... things? If you think you can escape the official festivities like this though, my dear..."

Geralt grinned cheekily, bent down, and pulled a long-stemmed flower from one of the buckets standing around. He indicated a mocking curtsy, held the flower out to Emhyr, and replied, "Well, guess duty calls us both, huh?"

This time Emhyr sneezed. 

"Put that away," he gasped, while his valet, who never seemed to be more than two steps behind him, handed him a spotless white handkerchief. 

As Emhyr blindly reached for it, he nearly wiped the blossom from Geralt's hand. It was a large, yellow flower with a racemose inflorescence that tapered upward. The involuntary movement produced pollen that trickled onto the ground, covering it with tiny yellow spots.

"Wonderful. What is that anyway?" asked Emhyr, sullenly sneezing into the handkerchief. 

"Common mullein, I think," Geralt said with a cursory glance. "Also called king’s candle elsewhere. Probably why they picked it. Or to annoy you."

"Why?"

"The plant is a field pest," Geralt grinned. 

He sneezed again. 

"It's not great for my nose either, though," he then remarked. "Strange, especially since it's just a single one ... oh shit."

"What is it?" asked Emhyr, alarmed. He knew Geralt well enough to be troubled by the stunned expression on the other’s face. 

Geralt had taken a step back. He raised his right hand in a defensive stance and muttered, "Clear the hall. And get away from me."

"What, why?"

Emhyr, stubborn as ever, did just the opposite: he took a step toward Geralt. The latter had lowered his head, and Emhyr stared at the ground, at the pollen of flowers, as if there was something special to see there that only Geralt saw. Maybe there was, because Geralt repeated urgently, "Now. The people, the courtiers, even your guards."

Emhyr noticed his choppy breathing rhythm, and he snapped his fingers, almost angrily, which in turn alerted his chamberlain. 

"Have the hall cleared, immediately," he demanded quietly, and that was all it took.

In the renewed chaos that resulted from this order, Emhyr and Geralt stood like two rocks in a stormy surf. 

"Now tell me what's going on," Emhyr urged. 

"I told you, you have to go too."

Slowly, very slowly, Geralt raised his head, and it was clear from his almost black eyes that something was very wrong. 

"Geralt," Emhyr said in his most imperial voice, "if I have to ask again one more time..."

"It's not mullein," Geralt gasped, "I don't know what it is, but the effect of this pollen is... not good."

"Meaning?"

"A psychedelic plant," Geralt blurted out. "Even I have a hard time holding back the impact."

"Which is?"

Emhyr made a valiant effort to approach the matter analytically, logically, practically; but Geralt's strangely altered eyes and the sweat on his brow were disconcerting. 

"I..."

Suddenly he doubled over, clutching his abdomen with his hand. Emhyr involuntarily bent forward, grasping Geralt's arm, and the latter did not push him away. Geralt was very warm, tangible even through the armor he wore. 

"What is it? Do you want me to fetch the sorceress?"

"No way," Geralt gasped, "Damn it. It's ... it's caused ..."

He made a helpless gesture, then pointed to his abdomen. Emhyr, still thinking that the blossoms involved cramps, pain, or something else, perhaps something that somehow only affected a witcher, involuntarily looked down at Geralt’s body – and froze. 

The bulge was visible even through the reinforced pants. 

"Bloede pest," he muttered, and then, louder, "Are you kidding me?"

"I'd love to, but go ahead, run to your sorceress and ask her if there actually are plants that cause painful erections," Geralt gasped. 

"Is that all there is? Is there more?" probed Emhyr. "And what gave you the idea that I would leave you alone with this?"

"First, no; second, yes; and third, I don't know if it's just me."

"I'm fine. What else does it do?"

"It doesn't matter, you should get out of here."

"Geralt."

Geralt sighed. There was simply no getting past this man, not even in a downright embarrassing situation. 

"Psychedelic, I told you," he said, visibly trying to remain calm. "Some plants have developed aggressive, parasitic forms of reproduction as a result of the conjunction of spheres. They attract animals – insects, usually, but also larger creatures – to carry their seeds."

"And by creatures, you mean monsters, and since their genes are mixed with yours... that's the wildest thing I've ever heard, Geralt."

"Sorry for you," Geralt gasped, "however, I'm the one with the hard-on, and I can assure you, the... oh! The hallucinations are... whew."

He swayed a little, though he grinned as he did so. Emhyr knew that grin. This was neither the appropriate place nor the time for it, but now there was no denying that this crazy story apparently did have a sexual touch. 

"Fine, what do we do? " he urged. "Does it pass? The sorceress is discreet, so…"

"Leave her out of it. I just need to... maybe I can, you know…"

Geralt performed a small, yet definite gesture.

"You're adorable in your ridiculous embarrassment, but honestly, Geralt, you don't look like jerking off is going to be enough. So tell me right now what we can do. Is it dangerous?"

"Might be," Geralt answered vaguely, but when he noticed Emhyr's stern look, no longer allowing any resistance, he gave a somber nod.

"Do you have a potion for that?"

"Outstanding idea," Geralt gasped, looking up and revealing even darker eyes. "There is a fluid that could help me now."

Before Emhyr could even ask which one it was or how they could obtain it, Geralt, lithe as his guild animal, hurled himself at Emhyr. Pressing tightly against the other, he began to shamelessly rub his crotch against Emhyr’s body. 

"Geralt, this is not…"

"Yes, it is. You wouldn't let me die, would you?"

Geralt was basically purring now. It was serious. 

"You're not dying," Emhyr muttered, while trying to keep Geralt at an arm's length distance while looking around to see if there was really no one else in the hall. 

The room was empty, and Geralt's gasps echoed uncomfortably loudly within its walls. The situation was absurd, but… this was still Geralt pressing against him. Dark eyes and a slightly feverish brow, yes, and if there was a way to help him, Emhyr would do anything... at least he thought so. 

"We can’t be sure," Geralt crooned, his hands moving over Emhyr's back. "I just know I'm about to burst, and I need.... oh damn, I need…"

He leaned forward and whispered something in Emhyr's ear that almost made him blush. Almost. Strangely enough, it was inappropriately arousing.

"Listen," he said, still trying to keep his composure, "if we have to, we'll do something about it, but not here, someone might walk in at any time..."

"This can't wait," Geralt cooed as he began to nibble on Emhyr's neck. "I'm way too warm, I'm overheating, no witcher is made for this kind of heat."

Emhyr had no idea what this was supposed to mean, but he was left with no opportunity to retort. Geralt slid one leg between his, grabbed his waist and pushed him forward as if he wanted to dance. 

"What are you doing?"

"There's a nook, an alcove, that's where you're going to ravish me, right now."

Emhyr had no intent to ravish him, but he had a notion that this was really getting dangerous. Geralt's eyes bore a strange gleam, so he allowed himself to be pushed forward until they reached said alcove – a reasonably obscure corner between two scaffolds. There, Geralt pushed him rudely against a wall while at the same time tearing off his armor. A clinking sound revealed that something had broken – Geralt definitely had some potions with him. They might be of no use, as he had said, but he was usually more careful with them. 

"Clothes off," he gasped. 

Emhyr hesitated. Geralt was certainly hot-blooded in certain circumstances, but this was just weird. But his feverish eyes and a curious, deep growl were clearly not normal. He radiated so much heat that one might believe he was already boiling. The hall was not warm, and despite all the heat coming from Geralt, his sweat met goosebumps. 

"Just let me..." began Emhyr, tugging reluctantly at Geralt's pants. 

He didn't mind jerking his lover off at all, not even so much as doing it here. It just still didn't feel right. 

"No, no, that won’t do it," Geralt groaned as he lowered his breeches with deft fingers. 

His erection popped out like one of those Jack-in-the-box toys. His cock, not a small specimen anyway, seemed to have gained significantly in girth and length. It was red and already dripping, and, oddly enough, it looked quite similar to the plant that Geralt had been holding in his hand just a couple of minutes ago. In any case, it looked as painful as Geralt had stated, and Emhyr only reluctantly clasped the hot flesh.

"No, no," Geralt groaned again. "It won't do, that's not enough."

Geralt wriggled out of the touch, dropped his pants and rubbed against Emhyr, completely naked. This animalistic behavior was clearly the influence of the wicked plant, but at the same time, it was quite thrilling. The body pushing against his, the constant tugging at his clothes, which Emhyr pulled off before Geralt tore them, as well as the ecstatic gasping near his ear did not remain without effect. 

The question of whether his valet would reappear shortly, awaiting new orders, or the fact that some captain would soon realize that the emperor was completely without the protection of his soldiers, Emhyr pushed to the back of his mind. 

"What is it, what do you need?" he asked softly. 

Geralt radiated such unnatural warmth that a strand of Emhyr's well coiffed hair had come loose and fallen into his face. Geralt reached out trembling fingers for it, stroking it surprisingly gently, murmuring, "Everything, just everything."

With a jerk, he turned around, propped his arms against the wall, and stretched his backside toward Emhyr.

"There is only one cure," he said. 

"Are you serious?"

"Do it," Geralt growled in a strangely deep voice. 

"Bleidd," Emhyr muttered between his teeth, and then, switching to common speech, "you have no idea what you’re asking." 

Geralt did not answer; he had closed his eyes and leaned one cheek against the wall as if it offered him some cooling. For some reason, this was oddly arousing. Emhyr stepped behind him and plucked the ribbon from Geralt's hair to let his hair fall loose. A low growl came from Geralt's throat. 

"Touch me or I'll burst, or maybe I'll burn," he whispered. 

He shivered as Emhyr's hands settled on his shoulders. It was only more heat, because all this did not leave the emperor unscathed. His hands traveled down Geralt's back, producing more sounds that were still so completely different from their usual lovemaking. Despite all absurdity, this was unusually exciting, and between his own thighs, familiar warmth began to stir. 

"We don't have time for extended foreplay," Geralt stressed. "It's like poison, you have to do something about it, now."

"Shh," Emhyr huffed, pressing a kiss between Geralt's shoulder blades. "You'll hold out, I'm not ready yet."

"I can change that," Geralt purred in his other voice.

That's the plant, the effect of the flower seeds, Emhyr thought, and then he thought nothing more for a while as Geralt pushed himself off the wall by dropping to his knees in front of him. 

His semi-stiff member was already responding to the outstretched hand that was just tentatively moving across it. Geralt's eyes bore an unholy gleam as he glanced up briefly. Then he took what was willingly stretched out to him between his moist lips. 

Emhyr's hands sought a grip on the clammy, cool wall behind him; a sharp contrast to the warmth surrounding him. Geralt, who was probably not quite himself at that moment, yet seemed as enthusiastically as he always was with Emhyr's cock in his mouth. After a brief moment in which he seemed content to simply taste him, he began a vicious tongue play. 

Now, entirely new sounds were to be heard in the almost unnatural silence of the hall. Mingled with the smacking of his mouth were approving sounds from the depths of Geralt's throat, while at the same time Emhyr's strained gasps echoed off the walls. 

Time seemed to stretch out endlessly, while his cock stretched in Geralt's mouth. In truth, very little time passed: it might be an inappropriate situation, but it had left him lecherous. Finally, when he already thought he knew what Geralt meant by bursting, the latter withdrew. 

"That'll have to do," Geralt gasped. "I need it now." 

There was an almost desperate urging in his voice that Emhyr didn’t like. 

"We need..." he began, but Geralt was already groping blindly on the floor, rummaging through his carelessly discarded clothes.

"We don't," he answered in his normal voice. Having a piece of true Geralt back was reassuring, his words less so. "But as long as I control it, I will... ah, here, that might work."

With trembling fingers, he threw a vial to Emhyr, who just managed to catch it. Quickly, he uncorked it. A strange metallic smell rose up.

"Are you sure? Is that sword oil, Geralt?"

"It's oil," gasped the latter. "That's not going to kill me, but if you don't... right now..."

The moment when he was in control seemed to have passed, or perhaps it was sheer desperation that made Geralt lean stomach-first against the wall again. 

"Hurry," he breathed.

Emhyr looked indecisively at the vial in his hand for a moment. Such a mess because of a plant… it seemed surreal, but the heat in their little alcove only seemed to get worse. It was uncanny, yet nevertheless stimulating. Without further hesitation, he emptied almost the entire contents into his hand and rubbed it over his hard cock. He held back a little of the oil. The liquid was cool, but when he touched Geralt's bottom, it almost seemed to melt, as if a snowflake had come too close to a campfire. 

"Don't bother with that," Geralt growled. 

Right, no foreplay, Emhyr thought in confusion. 

He frantically smeared what was still on his hand between Geralt's buttocks. His ass seemed to glow. There was no turning back, and frankly, it was too late now. With one hand he pulled Geralt a little closer, positioned himself with the other and switched off his mind for good.

A low snarl escaped Geralt as Emhyr slowly pushed into him. His hands seemed to want to claw into the wall, found no grip and pushed off, as it were, so that his body stretched towards Emhyr even more. 

Their bodies met with a smacking sound. 

"Hvren," Emhyr moaned. 

Maybe it was just the plant and its effects that made Geralt so tight, but the way he seemingly sucked him in was crazy and tantalizing at the same time. It wasn't supposed to be this easy, not with this incredible tightness and heat and the little oil they had used, but in fact he fit Geralt like a glove.

Nevertheless, the latter still did not seem satisfied.

"Not enough," he growled once more. "Need it faster. Deeper. Need it…"

He groaned out incoherent words, and the heat seemed to grow once again. It was impossible to tell who was in control at that moment, Geralt or the poison, if that’s what it even was. In any case, he stretched towards Emhyr, as if there was a way to take him in even more. By now, he was balls deep in Geralt’s enclosing heat, thrusting as hard as possible in this position. 

That seemed to be exactly the point. 

"Wait," Geralt managed to say, while wriggling, until Emhyr's member detached from his body with an obscene sound. 

Without further words, he threw himself on his knees, arms out in front, cooling his hot forehead in vain on the floor. Emhyr did not think any further. He got down, groped blindly for a piece of clothing to protect his knees, and repositioned himself. 

He met Geralt at a new angle, hot and slick and still so tight it should have been painful, but now he didn't hold back. Geralt growled in familiar tones now, and as crazy as all this was, this was obviously right. This was what his fogged mind needed, or rather his strangely cursed body. 

Their bodies smacked against each other. Emhyr grabbed Geralt by the hips, to hold himself onto or to have more control, it didn’t matter. By now, Geralt seemed completely out of it, with his eyes merely slits and one of his hands desperately trying to grab his own cock. He was too unstable, and giving a frustrated growl, he just bent down a little deeper to let gravity work. 

Like that, his cock rubbed against the marble floor with each of Emhyr's powerful thrusts. Once his shaky arms could no longer hold his weight, he placed them flat on the floor, propped his head on them, closed his eyes, and retreated to animalistic sounds. 

This only spurred Emhyr on even more. He found the perfect angle, the perfect spot, and as soon as he sensed that Geralt had noticed – his muscles tensed, his sounds more urgent – he sped up his thrusts once again. Drops of sweat distorted his vision, falling from his forehead to Geralt's bare back where they seemed to evaporate. 

"Close!"

Geralt was basically howling now, his hot, swollen member painfully rubbing against the smooth floor, searching for friction. At the same time, his muscles tightened even more around Emhyr, causing the latter to nearly lose his mind. 

Finally, at last, he jerked beneath him, twitching uncontrollably, and with an insane scream, Geralt’s load erupted on the ground. Emhyr didn’t need any more motivation. It took one more thrust, harder than any before. Bordering between pleasure and pain, he finished with a growl. His trembling knees forced him to pull out immediately after, which he did with odd regret. 

The urge to just collapse breathlessly next to Geralt, who lay curled up on the floor, was strong. But reality – not only what had happened, but also where they were, and completely naked at that – set in again with force. It was therefore less chivalry for Emhyr to pick up his cloak from the ground and spread it over Geralt. 

He leaned down to gently stroke a damp strand of hair from Geralt’s face, softly calling his name. The latter cracked his eyes open, and there they were, the familiar golden cat's eyes, completely devoid of that strange black sheen. 

"Are you all right?"

"Better," Geralt muttered. "You saved my ass."

"I wouldn't be so sure about your ass," Emhyr replied dryly, already searching for the rest of his clothes. "Now get up if you can, because I don't want to have to explain this."

"Well," Geralt said with dripping sarcasm, ignoring Emhyr's helpfully outstretched hand as he rose, "isn’t it nice that we only ruined the floor and not your reputation. I guess now we're even as far as saving goes."

"We’re never gonna be even on that, you idiot," Emhyr replied, pulling Geralt close for a fierce kiss.

#writing #fanfiction #Emhyr/Geralt #Emralt #my fics

[windflowerofskellige]

And what's the sense of making Emhyr's daughter loved by everyone and being a lover of Morvran Voorhis? I'm surprised that you didn't make her the offspring of Lara Dorren with superpowers defending the Continent with her gene. Lol everyone is tryna make the most unique overbuffed character connected with royals. It makes me laugh af

Hi again anon, you seem to misunderstand Lyonors's story which means you likely haven't read any of my fics, which is totally understandable so I'll help you out! I love talking about my OCs I'm so glad you're interested! 🥰

Lyonors is Emhyr's daughter biologically which means a lot of people want her dead. This includes her own mother, who's pretty abusive! She's Morvran's wife though because when her father got custody of her he gave her the title of Princess making her an heir to the Empire and became the most politically viable marriage candidate for Morvran. THIS set off MORE schisms in the Nilfgaardian nobility. Most nobles think she's weird and odd or that she's stupid and just a helpless child.

She is Morvran's "lover" as you put it, because when she got to nilfgaard she needed someone around her age to talk to and Morvran was there so, in stubborn determination, she taught him sign language so she could communicate with him and they became friends and went to the military academy together! Morvran loves her because she's the first person to treat him as a person and not a title or a political pawn. If you looked through my blog you'd see I do childhood friends to lovers often! Its one of my favourite tropes! 😊 Arabella and Radovid are childhood friends to lovers!

She then got caught in the second war as a child soldier behind enemy lines and was stuck in Meve's retinue after being too close to the explosion in Rosberg and getting severely injured! She has burn scars on her shoulders, back, thighs, and feet because of this. It limits her range of motion with the way burn scars pull at the skin.

Any other questions Mx. Anon? 😊

#meda rambles #lyonors morgause titiana aep gareth #anon answered #anon ask #anon #oc: lyonors morgause titiana aep gareth

[supercupcakecollector-love]

Changes/ things in season 3 that I disliked 

the positive season 3 post I made  if you would like to read that as well or instead I will be adding both to that post and this one when part 2 comes out  

no im not going to talk about the goddamn costumes, everybody has, I agree and im sick of seeing it  they look cheap and  bad, they need more color they need to look somewhat period appropriate, moving on 

We got alot of amazing bonding moments with Ciri and Yennefer but I wish they would have kept the scene where she saved Ciri from the Wild Hunt.  We already got lots of Geralt Ciri bonding moments, we needed as much stuff with Yen being Ciri`s mother as we could possibly get and that was one of the best scenes, 

(side note of the stuff we did get while I appreciated and “ my ugly one” scene it felt very random and out of place  especially with how dolled up they made Freya look, she didnt need to have any makeup on I would have liked to see her more tomboyish look from the books)

TWN usually knocks casting out of the park but Robbie Amell  as Gallatin felt so out of place with his acting and trying to hide his accent, and much like the problem with blood origin looks nothing like the other elves and his scar is barley noticeable 

I knew he was going to die from when I heard they were going to use an original character instead of  Isengrim or   Iorweth they really did learn from the  Eskel incident. while I didn't like his character his death leads to some amazing character stuff with  Cahir, grappling with his sense of self and loyalty to Emhyr  since they need to have another reason why he changes sides later because of the age gap between him an Ciri in this version

Dijkstra here just doesn't feel like Dijkstra  

normally I don't really care if a character doesn't look  exactly like their book counterpart, but    Dijkstra being a huge imposing pigish man is part of his character,   Graham McTavish isn't doing a bad job, there are a few good scenes and he has good chemistry with Cassie`s Philippa but he just doesn't have the right sarcasm,  snark and attitude for the character, even their dynamic is off they’re equally stubborn, arrogant, conniving, and equally think they’re the one dominating the other , book and game  Dijkstra stole every scene he was in and was one of my favorite characters this version is mostly boring 

( sidenote but I didnt mind the whipping scene it was clearly not meant to be sexual or that they are in a sexual bdsm  relationship but that Dijkstra is a   Flagellant and that its a stress coping mechanism they engage in as they must trust each other in the underground world)

Tissaia and  Vilgefortz being lovers and  Tissaia`s seemingly ooc behavior

now to be fair with the intrigue aspect of this season I think they might do a bait and switch with this either  Tissaia Is acting this way to lead him on and try to stop him, or  Vilgefortz has control over Tissaia in some way ( he is arguabley the most powerful mage in the world even if she also is)  

either that or they put them together so it makes more sense for her to side with him/ Nilfgaardian since they established her as much more an active in this version and not just someone wanting to remain “neutral” like in the books

I just hope that her “ending” has as much impact as it should considering what an important character they made her 

Episode 5 is a mixed bag

while there were definitely things that I loved about this episode like the tender  yenralt moments and the use of dialog from the book, as well as the concept of the framing device from the book, but it got way too repetitive in parts, the Valdo song was fun but it overstays its welcome 

this episode reminds me of the Leverage episode  “ The Rashomon Job“ while that episode changed things things up every time it went back and told the story from another characters point of view this one doesn't do anything all that creative with it, and your stuck watching a bit of the same exact  scenes over and over again with slightly more information 

I imagine this episode will work better when the full season out and we see what its all building up to 

and I said I wouldn't  mention the costumes but, the ball was the one time the consumes had to be really stunning, where is all the color, its so dull looking, why do they look like they are doing a red carpet event in the 90s 

and I didn't  think it was possible to make Anya look anything less than stunning but this is by far Yennefer’s worst look, it bothered me more than any other visual in the season, nothing works about it, shes supposed to be in a gown with her hair down but she look like a cross between a taky 70s Cher impersonator and a low budget bollywood star 

( can some one please draw the TWN actresses in what they are described as wearing in the book like Keira in the green tulle top, Sabrina in the black chiffon blouse and a crimson skirt or Philippa dress lined with diamonds and ermine fur, I will commission you  ) 

the  casting of  Margarita Laux-Antille completely backfires due to how they wrote her character 

 Casting a plus sized black woman as a character that is described as white, and extremally conventionally attractive, to spite the gamer dudebros, is a move I like to be clear I love the diversity this show has given us  incredible actresses like Anya and  Anna and Mimi that in past years would have been looked over 

 but unfortunately they make her character conform to the “ angry black woman stereotype” and hit Ciri despite her character in the books who could be described  as “sweet” and “the cool teacher”   hopefully we will see her  character more like the books with the lodge in the second half of the season 

and just general “sins of the father” stuff that is from the books but isn't given proper context for show only fans to understand 

 like the discussion about aelirenn leaving out that older elves are infertile, or    many things about Aplegatt and his role in the story, the “ my ugly one” line feeling really out of place im sure there is more but thats all I can remember for now,  

#the witcher #the witcher netflix #the witcher spoilers #the witcher season 3 #twn #review #not tagging critical or negitive dont want to actract those 100% negative #people

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One character? Only one? I wish to please you by asking about Roche or Iorveth. I also wish to please me by asking about Cahir.

Oh, absolutely!

Roche Headcanons:

Wait, this is headcanon? - To make the Blue Stripes Roche pulled from the dungeons, he trusted his own judgement but early on there were a lot of men he pulled just to have another body on the field.

Interpretive Headcanon - Roche was a street rat who, as a young man, made most of his money in tavern brawls against soldiers or picked up cash by selling his body for an evening.

Borderline Headcanon: The first time Roche ever saw Iorveth was in the Battle of Brenna - but he wouldn't realize it for many years.

Classic Headcanon: Roche longs for companionship and those he lets close, he lets close.

This Headcanon Has Creaky Floorboards: After TW2 ends Roche reaches out to the Scoia'tel simply to keep from fighting a battle on an extra front.

HeadCANNON: Roche's mother is alive and well though he doesn't get to see her often between Foltest's work and his missions.

Iorveth Headcanons:

Wait, this is headcanon? - Iorveth isn't the most brutal of commanders but he delights in the drama of a public example.

Interpretive Headcanon - Iorveth had been a performer before taking up a blade.

Borderline Headcanon: Iorveth is self conscious about his scar but will reveal it if he thinks it will help him with intimidating someone or make a group uncomfortable enough to give him the upper hand.

Classic Headcanon: Iorveth was originally right handed and trained himself to do everything with his left as well after he got his scar.

This Headcanon Has Creaky Floorboards: Iorveth is among the older Aen Seidhe left on the continent - at least 300.

HeadCANNON: Iorveth has Aen Elle blood in his lineage.

Cahir Headcanons:

Wait, this is headcanon? - Cahir has a temper but he's too stubborn to brawl, if he's going to start a fight it will be with a sword

Interpretive Headcanon - Cahir was friends with far more nonhumans than humans in his time. He once trained with Isengrim.

Borderline Headcanon: Cahir developed claustrophobia after his experiences in the coffin after Thanedd.

Classic Headcanon: Cahir speaks several langauges - Hen Llinge, Nilfgaardian, Zerrikanian, and some Skelligan among them.

This Headcanon Has Creaky Floorboards: Cahir was extremely devoted to his emperor and was taken in by the crown very young. He was trained almost specifically for working under Emhyr.

HeadCANNON: Cahir has a singular tattoo - an abstract of Vicovaro's symbol on his ribs.

#headcanons #ask game

[fictionkinfessions]

I'm like 95% sure one of my asks got eaten by Tumblr so I'm going to try to recreate it lol. Apologies if I just didn't see it (I did search the source tag on this blog and have sent in other asks after the original version of this one which at least one of has been posted so I am pretty sure but my brain is weird and will never be 100% certain of anything).

Me, in a Jaskier mood: Wouldn't it be nice to just... Not speak? People expect me to speak because they know I can but they don't know how hard it is for me, and I did so much of it when I was Jaskier, I deserve to be nonverbal for a while but nooo, people are-

My brain: Remember that time you were Geralt's Child Surprise and you were almost entirely nonverbal?

Me:

My brain:

Me: Fuck. I was trans, too, wasn't I.

My brain: Yep. I don't have the name you used but I do recall that Calanthe helped because you were too young to express yourself when your parents went away.

Me: It's nice that she was supportive.

My brain: I mean, yeah, but others really didn't follow her example. Also she didn't fully Get the way you communicated because it was mostly not sign language, some of it was but not a lot. She knew there were meanings behind things but couldn't quite get from there to what the meanings were unless they were obvious. And most people didn't even get that far.

Me: Geralt must have, right?

My brain: Oh yeah, absolutely, you two did this thing where you put one hand on his chest and the other on your own and he put his hands over yours, it was super meaningful and cute.

Me: Wait but this means I was effectively Ciri.

My brain: I mean yes in the sense that Ciri has your deadname from that life and basically was the girl everyone expected you to be. But no in the sense that you were not very much like her. Aside from being stubborn, the whole training bit went basically the same except you didn't actually speak. The Witchers were actually not terrible about trying to understand you.

Me: But some of them were jerks about me being a boy who wore dresses. Especially since I wasn't AMAB.

My brain: Well yeah but I'm pretty sure Geralt and Triss set them straight.

Me: I feel like Emhyr was kind of given an unfair start with me, though it was at least partly his fault for trying to have me kidnapped, who does that to their own kid?! But it wasn't fair that he was effectively competing with the ghost of Duny. Like, yeah, they were the same person, but in my brain, Duny was my dad who'd died, Emhyr was the guy who wanted me kidnapped.

My brain: I guess that was a little unfair but again, kidnapping. Bad.

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #jaskierkin #thewitcherkin #memories issue #canoning issue #deadnames cw #transphobia cw #kidnapping cw #death cw #mod party cat

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Rating: General Audiences

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Category: M/M

Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types

Relationships: Emhyr var Emreis/Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia

Tags: Main Character Death, one mention of blood, grief

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"Hold my hand! Hold my fucking hand! You, bastard!"

No, he is not crying. He is nit crying at all.

Thin pale fingers wrap around the emperor's limp palm. The metal of the rings is colder than the life leaving the body. And at some point, Geralt is angry at this out of the corner of his mind. Anything to avoid thinking about the main thing.

Emhyr is dying.

The Emperor of the North and the South, King of Cintra, Lord of Metinna, Ebbing and Gemmera, Sovereign of Nazair and Vicovaro, Deithwen Addan yn Carn aep Morvudd, Emhyr var Emreis is dying in the arms of the witcher Geralt of Rivia.

Emhyr still looks majestic - even with disheveled hair, rumpled cloak. With a huge wound in his stomach, lying in a pool of his own blood. He tries to breathe evenly, keep his eyes open and look at Geralt.

People are bustling around, they are saying something, shouting, there is a clang of armor, but all this fades into the background.

All that matters is the wheeze coming from Emhyr's lips. Abrupt, quiet, barely discernible - a moment less, and even Geralt would have thought that it was just breathing.

Emhyr's eyes close - just for a second, his stubbornness is enough that even on his deathbed the body obeys him - as much as possible.

Geralt looks into his eyes, lets out a strangled sob, and, squeezing Emhyr's palm harder with his left hand, puts his right hand under his head.

Emhyr is dying and is not afraid of it; his gaze is conscious, confident.

Old words make more sense.

"What will you do when I die?"

"Hm? Whad da ya mhean?"

"Lift your face off the pillow, Wolf. And you know exactly what I mean."

"Emhyr. You're not going to die so soon to think about it now. And you certainly won't die under my protection."

"Geralt, Lady Death is always walking around somewhere. It's only a matter of time before another attempt on my life succeeds. Or an accident will happen. Or..."

"Emhyr."

"...and still?"

" I down't knhow."

"Pillow, Witcher".

"I can't image it."

"Hm."

This son of a bitch knew he was going to die. He knew. And he did not say anything to Geralt.

And Geralt is angry. Angry at Emhyr for not telling; angry at himself for not foreseeing this, unable to save; angry at mutations for not being able to cry, unable to show Emhyr how selfish a bastard he is, brought him to tears, and is now just dying, leaving everyone else to deal with the consequences.

The right hand involuntarily squeezes Emhyr's neck - accidentally, just emotions, nothing more, it won't kill him - no faster than a wound, but Emhyr's gaze changes, the pupils darken, as if because of grief.

The lips move weakly, making almost no sound.

Geralt hugs him closer to his chest, cries hysterically - without tears, howls like a wolf, and his whole body shakes from this.

Emhyr's eyes close - he does not see it, but he feels it. Everyone seems to feel it. The fuss around subsides.

Emhyr whispers something, leans his head against Geralt's chest as far as he can and smiles.

Bastard.

Bastardbastardbastardbastardbastardbastard!

Geralt hears Emhyr's heartbeat slowly and rapidly fading away, feels his body go limp, and inwardly asks that everything turn out the same as always: now the magician will give an antidote, a potion, do something at the last second, another conspiracy will be revealed, and Emhyr will comfort him all evening, stroking on the head and assuring that everything is fine. Without apologizing, no.

The Emperor never apologizes.

#old wolf and new problems #ow&np update #fic update #emralt #geralt x emhyr #emhyr #geralt

[hosts-of-valyria]

Separate camps, hatred, enmity, World War is approaching, continent in civil war because of Robert Baratheon, Rebellions across Westeros because of Robert Baratheon, and Eddard Stark's support for him

"Where are you going Dacey", asked Sansa.

"King's Landing. I'm leaving Bear Island. I'm in a relationship with Ashara. Your stupid uncle Brandon and stupid grandfather Rickard don't give a shit about Ashara and Edric. Only Rhaegar, Yennefer, Geralt, Jon, Ciri, Oberyn, Lyanna, Elia and Arthur care about Ashara and Edric and I love her and she loves me. I need to finally meet Jon's fiancé, I need to meet Ciri. You can tell your smelly father the next time I see you and your stupid mother I'll beat the shit out of you two. You are no more important than Lyanna, Arthur, Ashara, Daenerys, Ciri, Jon, Geralt, Yennefer, Rhaenys, Aegon, Elia or Rhaegar, they're the Key to all Kingdoms, they know how Tywin Lannister, Emhyr var Emreis or Robert Baratheon tick you little bitch", hissed Dacey and went away. Sansa didn't say a word and grabbed wine, "damn it."

Robett Glover, Howland Reed, Maege, Dacey and Lyanna Mormont vs. Eddard Stark

Bridget Regan as Dacey Mormont. Dacey Mormont leaves Bear Island for King's Landing

Howland Reed glared at Eddard, "It is extremely sporty that borders are pushed on maps here. Ciri doesn't push boundaries on cards, Eddard and Robb Stark do. Jon and Ciri were the first to raise standing armies, so some here should take this as an example. The North is the laughing stock of the continent and we have Eddard Stark to thank for that. In Dorne, Highgarden, on Dragonstone, in Essos, in Ciri's world, we are laughed at because of Lord Eddard Stark! Sansa and Robb feel like they have to start a stinking feud with Ciri and we get the reckoning from Ciri. She and Jon have the best elite units. Cintra, House Martell, Tyrell and Targaryen trained the best elite units.

Who's the bad guy here? A young girl old enough to be Lord Stark's daughter or a stupid, hypocritical northern lord supporting a usurper. A little reminder for a stinky fish Edmure Tully: Targaryen, Cintra and Martell forces rise and are stronger than Lannister forces, but they not rise like the plague and I wish it upon Sansa's neck and they not rise in the Riverlands but in the Crownlands. Lannister forces are in the Riverlands and not Targaryen or Tyrell forces. Targaryens, Cintra, Tyrells or Martells punished the Riverlands or the North because Eddard Stark is supporting Robert Baratheon, that's a difference, Ciri imposed political consequences for supporting a stupid Storm King, that's a difference. We're at war with Lannisters, Baratheons, Freys, Greyjoys and Boltons, that's a difference, that's hot war and not cold war. And that's Eddard Stark's fault, hypocritical asshole, you got us in the shit because the continent is divided because of Robert Baratheon and not because of Rhaegar, Elia or Lyanna. I was a prisoner of war because of Robert Baratheon and Eddard Stark and not because of Rhaegar, Lyanna, Elia, Rhaenys, Daenerys, Aegon, Jon or Ciri. Eddard Stark watches even when it comes to his own family! Everything is fine as long as it's not a Targaryen right Lord Stark. Riverrun is under siege by Lannister forces, not Targaryen's. What a novel warfare or concept is this supposed to be, pushing boundaries on maps, just because old, senile, stubborn, hypocritical old farts and cunts threaten a young woman with war! How much fuel do you want to pour into the fire until Ciri bursts her collar! It stinks of rotten fish here with this stinking politics and warfare. Eddard Stark will always choose what Robert Baratheon does. Eddard Stark places Robert Baratheon above Elia, Jon, Rhaenys, Aerys, Daenerys, Oberyn, Ashara, Aegon, Ciri, Yennefer, Geralt, Rhaegar, Lyanna, Rhaella and many others. It's no wonder why wars break out everywhere because the rebellion was a complete gray area. Continent in civil war because of Robert Baratheon. We can be happy that Rhaegar destroyed the Iron Throne and gave independence to all kingdoms", screamed Howland Reed in heavy northern accent at Catelyn, Sansa and Eddard and all three didn't say a word and the Northerners laughed aloud over Eddard. Robb chewed his fingernails hard. Sansa sank lower in the chair while others laughed. Eddard grabbed the wine and didn't say a word while others laughed at him.

"How about an apology to Ciri? The north is already divided and is surrounded by enemies. Wildlings planning an attack on the wall, Rebellion on Skagos, Rebellion of Boltons and Freys. Lannister soldiers in the Riverlands. Eddard Stark would deserve to lose his head between Lannisters and Baratheons. How about finally ending the alliance with Robert Baratheon! At that moment, Ciri has a power grab on the north and on the knees.

How about finally talking sense to Ciri, Jon, Lyanna, Elia, Daenerys, Rhaenys, Aegon, Daario, Rhaegar, Yennefer and Geralt. The kingdoms have Independence and the Iron Throne is destroyed.

No one has ever hit the north like this before. Never before has anyone imposed such brutal political consequences on the North like Ciri has, the North is the laughing stock of the continent. Ciri is the same age as Jon. Ciri could be Sansa's older sister, Ciri is two years younger than Rhaenys and a year younger than Aegon and the same age as Daenerys. Ciri's in her twenties and you pay no respect to either of them you stupid asshole. She is significantly stronger than Sansa could ever be, Sansa or Arya will never get where Ciri stands, she is not Arya. Ciri, Daenerys, Elia, Lyanna, Rhaenys and Yennefer are similar. Aegon, Jon, Arthur, Geralt and Rhaegar are similar.

Ciri, Daenerys and Rhaenys could be sisters. Lyanna, Elia and Yennefer could be sisters.

"I love Jon with all my heart and he loves me over everything. You know I love Jon, Yennefer, Geralt, Elia, Lyanna, Rhaenys, Aegon, Daenerys and you Rhaegar. I also profess this: the dragon has three heads, it has to be. Lyanna, Elia and you Rhaegar are the heads of the dragon", said Ciri and Geralt, Yennefer, Lyanna, Elia and Rhaegar smiled and nodded.

Ciri's resemblance to Daenerys, Lyanna, Elia, Rhaenys and Yennefer in strength, power, looks, wishes, needs, wisdom, tremendous femininity, character, understanding, political stability.

Ciri, Rhaenys and Daenerys like sisters. Yennefer a sister to Lyanna and Elia

Ciri, the key to all kingdoms or empires.

The cursed north. The Dependence of the North by Robert Baratheon. Political Consequences and Sanctions through Ciri for the North for supporting Robert Baratheon.

Ciri removes Sansa Stark, Robb Stark, Eddard Stark, Catelyn Tully and Bran Stark from every political Council for Northern support to Robert Baratheon because of Eddard Stark

Ciri's insurmountable strength and power through Geralt, Emhyr var Emreis, Pavetta, Calanthe and Yennefer where Sansa and Arya Stark will never stand. Ciri would always outlive Sansa or Arya Stark. Far stronger, smarter, more powerful and more cunning than Sansa Stark could ever be. An approaching death for Sansa Stark when she messes with Ciri.

World war when Ciri or Jon should die.

Instead of showing respect to Ciri as daughter of Yennefer and Geralt, Rhaegar and Lyanna's daughter-in-law, Eddard Stark just watches, placing a shield in front of a warmonger in Storm's End with one hand and seeking to disempower a woman old enough to be his own daughter with the other. This makes you an aggressor at the same time as Robert Baratheon and Tywin Lannister. You pay no respect to Ciri, Jon, Lyanna, Elia, Rhaegar, Rhaenys, Aegon, Daenerys, Yennefer and Geralt.

You only seek to disempower Ciri so that she dies because you want to manipulate Jon. Dorne, the Crownlands, Cintra, Essos, Aedirn, Temeria are closer to the North than ever, breathing down the North's neck.

As a reminder Jon and Ciri would kill and die for each other.

I can't remember anyone ever putting the north in their place as brutally as Ciri, she has the north on a leash like a little mangy mutt because Lord Eddard Stark and formerly bad King in the North supported the fat Storm King and his stupid Friend Robert Baratheon wants war with everyone.

You can't put a shield in front of Robert Baratheon with one hand and with the other seek to disempower a woman old enough to be your daughter because you want to suck a fat Storm Lord's cock. As a reminder, Lord Stark. She is older than Sansa or Arya. She would be old enough to be your daughter, she's the same age as Jon and you're playing the asshole here like your stupid friend Robert Baratheon", yelled Maege Mormont and Robett at Eddard Stark and the Northerners laughed aloud over Eddard and Catelyn.

"This is no longer funny that Eddard Stark supported the Storm King. The sword hovers over our heads, for the slightest mistake, Ciri will make short work of any of us and she would do it rightly.

That's what the north gets from you supporting Robert Baratheon. Never before has anyone been so close to the North and punished us because you supported a Storm King! Jon's fiancee has put a stranglehold on the north she sees everything you plan at this moment Jon's fiancee has a headlock on all of us. Never before has anyone been so menacingly close to the North as Ciri because you supported a fat Storm Lord. I can already feel her on the back of my neck. I can already feel Ciri's sword on my neck unless you end your alliance with Robert Baratheon. Ciri and Jon have the strongest armies of any with the Cintra forces. They could completely defeat the northern armies and Lannister armies in one strike

One more mistake Lord Stark and then there will be real trouble and problems then there is world war because of you", yelled Lyanna Mormont at Eddard and northerners applauded at her.

Dacey gagged, drank wine and glared at Eddard, "I get sick at the thought, to this day it's a mystery to me how you could have expected to marry a man, a rapist, who transmits all sorts of STDs, but that's for everyone to decide, right Lord Stark. When you can live with STDs, marry Robert Baratheon, a man contagious like a germ, but leave others alone. I'm fed up with Baratheons and Lannisters. You are not as smart as you think you are. When you want genital fungus because of Robert Baratheon, you can't expect that from others Lord Stark!

When I hear the word honor, family or duty one more time, I'll stuff it in your mouth until you vomit at the word, count on it. I'll stuff it down your throat and to the stinky fish of Riverrun until it just bubbles. Worshiping a man who throws venereal diseases like a slingshot is extremely sporty, Robb Stark", yelled Dacey, Lyanna and Maege Mormont at Eddard, Robb and Catelyn and the Northerners applauded loudly. Catelyn and Eddard sank lower in her chairs.

"When I hear it again you sell sisters or daughters in marriages because winter is coming I'll twist it in your mouth. I doubt Jon or Rhaegar would expect Rhaenys to marry a man who could give you STDs. Oops, Rhaenys and Mya are engaged, you knew about her and that Robert Baratheon gave a shit. You hypocritical asshole who supported Robert Baratheon and you're my liege lord, it's no longer funny, you little asshole you should lose your head for your shit. What the fuck is this, it's just a claim on Winterfell, a claim like House Mormont on Bear Island, a claim like House Martell on Sunspear, a claim like House Targaryen on King's Landing, a claim like House Raven on Cintra. Just a claim, nothing more nothing less. I don't understand what Robb jerks off to, that's nothing more than a claim, it's nothing. YOU'RE JUST HIGHBORN, NOTHING MORE. And that will interest Ciri when Sansa makes herself more important here than she actually is to have a quiet life at the expense of others and I will tell her that, count on it girl because it can be discussed with Ciri and Jon, unlike you Sansa. With Ciri can be debated and powerful solutions can be found.

You are not more important than your aunt Lyanna, your aunt Lyanna and Elia Martell are more important than you girl. Because your aunt and Elia know how Robert Baratheon or Tywin Lannister tick. Both of them are smarter than you girl. Ciri is politically stronger than you Sansa. Ciri is stronger than you Arya. I don't even want to know where Brandon and Rickard are, probably on drugs somewhere, madness and stupidity everywhere. The north is already divided and Rhaegar has nothing to do with that, Robert Baratheon does. Rhaegar didn't do anything, this is Robert Baratheon sorry Lord Stark when I have to destroy your winter fairy wonderland. Sincerity should finally find its way but Lord Eddard Stark admits no faults like Sansa, Cersei or Jaime Lannister. When you want to lose the north you have to say it now because the Boltons are already in rebellion. On Skagos is open Rebellion. Do you think this will please Lyanna, Rhaegar, Elia, Ciri, Yennefer or Jon. There are rebellions all over Westeros. In Dorne, Yronwoods rebel against House Martell. There is rebellion in the Westerlands. The Kingdoms may be independent, but that doesn't stop war. The kingdoms fought before Aegon the Conqueror came, sorry it's the truth and when Bran here doesn't know that, he doesn't need to be a king. Very impressive that you are my Liege Lord you have great friends Lord Stark, dividing the entire continent because Robert Baratheon is a misogynist, hedonist, warmonger and rapist", Dacey Mormont hissed at Eddard and the Northerners laughed aloud over Eddard and Robb. Robb, Bran, Arya and Sansa didn't say a word and sank deep into the chair.

"I dare to recall that Ciri is also from a northern kingdom", said Lyanna Mormont and glared at Eddard, Arya and Sansa.

"Except that you're only honorable when it suits you and by the way you weren't a good King in the North because a good horse only jumps as high as it has to, right Lord Stark?

If there was any honor you'd be more interested in Lyanna's daughter-in-law than a retarted Storm King because standing by Robert Baratheon's side to get all sorts of venereal diseases is not honor Lord Stark and the shoe also fits Jon Arryn and Hoster Tully think about it Lord Stark. I don't know what you mean by honor, but STDs have nothing to do with it at all, we can assure you of that, therefore your sister was always right. Always right. Always right. Always right. Always right. And we won't let it be said that the North only remembers what we want, you were King in the North because of Lyanna, Elia and Rhaegar the northerners agreed afterwards as it was in the other kingdoms. Rhaegar destroyed the Iron Throne and not you or your retarted friend Robert Baratheon. You don't need to complain at all your burden is nothing", hissed Lyanna, Dacey and Maege Mormont in heavy northern accent. The Northmen laughed out loud and Catelyn, Eddard, Arya, Bran, Sansa and Robb sank lower in the chair. Eddard rubbed his head, "no fucking Winter coming?"

Sansa glared at Eddard. Dacey Mormont eyed Catelyn.

"Robett Glover, Howland Reed and we warned you not to feud.

You can't feud with Lyanna's daughter-in-law that would get out of hand and it would affect every single one of us, or start a feud and it's gonna hit every kingdom, it's gonna hit everyone that would be horror and madness, Ciri is a lot more politically stable than Sansa ever could be. Ciri has already shown the north the limits of your support of Robert Baratheon. Ciri expelled you and isolated you from political councils she's already got a vise around the North for supporting Robert Baratheon. Boltons are in open Rebellion, on Skagos is Rebellion. Robb or Sansa cannot start a feud, the kingdoms have Independence because of Rhaegar. Ciri is the daughter-in-law of your sister and Rhaegar. Ciri has a stranglehold on the North, the slightest wrong move will have severe political consequences for each of us. End your Alliance with Robert Baratheon or it will cost you your head and then it's your own fault because you supported the stupid Storm Lord. Ciri is too stable and way too smart to be destabilized. This woman is too smart for you to manipulate or get at Jon, she sees everything you plan. If Ciri is destabilized, Jon is automatically destabilized, that would be horror", said Dacey, Maege and Lyanna Mormont to Eddard and went away.

Eddard, Catelyn, Bran, Robb, Arya and Sansa didn't say a word.

Yennefer, Ciri, Triss and Tissaia de Vries' pure hatred for Hoster Tully, Jon Arryn, Ned Stark and Robert Baratheon

"Suggestion, we're isolating Robb and the others for political councils", said Jon. Ciri, Rhaenys, Mya, Aegon, Margaery, Elia, Lyanna and Yennefer nodded, "strong, powerful political consequences."

Liam Neeson as Jon Arryn and Donald Sutherland as Hoster Tully

"Tell the south that winter is coming for them. Tell the tyrant's brood that 20,000 Northerners are coming south."

Robb Stark threatens Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon with war, Robb Stark starts a feud with Ciri, Jon's fiancé. Robb Stark insults Ciri as the tyrant's spawn as the daughter of Emhyr var Emreis. Geralt, Jon, Lyanna, Elia, Rhaegar, Daenerys and Yennefer almost go mad at the threat to Ciri.

"Well-intentioned advice young wolf, don't try your hand at warfare when you break both your ears in the process, and I swear to you, come south with your 20,000 northerners and you'll never see daylight again then you will spend the rest of your life behind bars for Warmongering! Cross the Neck to the south and 20,000 Northerners will be left leaderless. When you think I'm taking orders from hypocritical northerners, you're wrong. Jon and I are absolutely none of your or your daddy's business! Jon's life is none of Ned Stark's business! You and your stupid father are supporting Robert Baratheon therefore you have no right at Jon. As a reminder the Kingdoms have Independence because of Rhaegar when he destroyed the Iron Throne, the north seems to forget the truth and that you threaten me with war will have consequences! And neither you, your stupid brother Bran, Sansa, Robert Baratheon, Hoster Tully, Jon Arryn or Ned Stark decide how King's Landing, Sunspear, Highgarden or Cintra have to run a government while Yennefer, Triss, Tissaia, Elia, Lyanna, Rhaegar, Mya or Rhaenys are much more politically stable than your lying sister and when the north perverts the truth you have to obey orders. Ned Stark won't decide anything here for supporting Robert Baratheon and taking away Children or Babies as Wards. Eddard Stark has nothing to say here", yelled Ciri at Sansa, Catelyn, Eddard and Robb that they winced and the People applauded loudly. Yennefer, Geralt, Elia, Lyanna, Tywin, Jon, Cersei, Rhaegar smiled and applauded at Ciri. Ciri's voice became a rumble, an earthquake and an avalanche.

"And by the way, you're not my king, neither you nor your hypocritical father nor your hypocritical sister Sansa are my king or my queen you have nothing to say or command me or to Jon, did we two understood each other clearly! You're no king of mine! You, Robert Baratheon, Hoster Tully, Jon Arryn, Eddard Stark or Tywin Lannister have no power over me, Nilfgaard or Cintra!

My queen died in Cintra, that was my Grandmother you little son of a bitch, and my fiancé, who is much better than you, is my king and I am his queen.

How cute. And that from your mouth while Boltons, Freys, Lannisters and Baratheons stand at your door planning your death ready to cut off your ugly head.

You're funny do you know that, once again I hear the voices of the fat warmonger of Storm's End, the hypocritical asshole of Winterfell, the misogynist of the Eyrie and the stinky fish of Riverrun. Who or what shit in your head that you think to threaten me with war. You're just shit like Robert Baratheon...oh wait haha haha haha haha. Did your daddy suck his cock."

Lyanna, Geralt, Yennefer, Jon, Elia, Rhaegar and Ciri laughed aloud.

"Oh you pathetic fool what do you think Jon or Aegon will say when I tell them that you're starting a feud with me and threatening me with war. My fiancé is a Stark too, you can't start a feud with me without political consequences just because you picked up somewhere I am the daughter of Emhyr var Emreis. You call yourself king? You're just a desperate little boy dependent on a usurper, you're so green behind the ears you're pissing grass.

Boy, a leader needs to know what is proper warfare, when he is losing, when he's conquered and when he becomes dependent and you don't know any of the four things.

What do you think my fiance Jon will do when I tell him that. And I'll tell Rhaenys, Elia, Lyanna, Rhaegar, Jon, Yennefer, Geralt and Aegon, don't worry about that!

I'll give you a little lesson in politics, young wolf, you, Gendry or Joffrey can't carry the political reach when you start a feud with me and threaten war because I'm too smart and powerful for you.

I'm the daughter-in-law of your aunt Lyanna, you cannot start a feud with me without political consequences I wear Jon's wedding ring.

And 20,000 Northerners to scare me while you spout bullshit. 80,000 forces on my side, you little asshole.

You want to start a feud Boy, you're either a total idiot or suicidal, or both. Haha the King in the North. Do you want to lose the North boy, tell me, I can set that up but then you don't have to complain.

You have no idea there's more work at King's Landing. You have no idea of ​​a game, a feud, politics or proper warfare boy. You have no idea boy what are you doing. When you wanna die tell me and I'll let Boltons know boy", said Ciri and Yennefer, Elia, Lyanna, Rhaegar, Jon and Geralt laughed aloud.

Ciri shows Ned and Robb Stark's mistakes. Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon shows the dark side in Ned Stark, Hoster Tully and Jon Arryn and the apostasy dividing a continent in civil war. Ciri's dislike of Eddard Stark for his mistakes. Ciri shows Ned Stark's dark character turning children into bastards

"Now that's what we got from you messing with Ciri Robb! You can't mess with Jon's fiancé and Yennefer's daughter without facing political consequences. That's what we got from this because you threated her with war. You can't start a feud with the woman who wears Jon's wedding ring, a woman far smarter and more powerful than we are. You can't pull this off the fence. Thanks Robb, thank you for that. Do you want to lose the North. Because of you, Bran and Ned, we're barred from every council", roared Sansa and Arya. Robb and Bran didn't say a word.

Ciri shows Eddard Stark's dark side. A noose tightens around Eddard Stark's neck to die between Baratheons and Lannisters. Ciri brings the North to its knees. Ciri puts a grip, choke hold, vice and headlock on the North for supporting Robert Baratheon

"I don't trust him an inch while he's beating off boys' heads on the executioner's block, he turns the shit in his favor and runs to the misogynist of Storm's End. Hypocritical, manipulative motherfucker in Winterfell."

Never before has anyone gotten as close to the North as Ciri, punishing mistakes immediately with political consequences and sanctions. Ciri comes menacingly close to the North for the support to Robert Baratheon and puts a deadlock on the North

Ciri gives the North a rubdown, a lesson in politics, a reprimand, a warning, draws a red line and threatens political consequences for supporting Robert Baratheon and for declaring war. Ciri makes the Northerners the laughing stock of the continent

Ciri removes Robb Stark from every council forever as king in the north. Ciri removes Sansa, Arya and Bran Stark from every Council.

Elia Martell, Cersei Lannister, Tywin Lannister, Daenerys Targaryen, Geralt of Rivia, Rhaegar Targaryen, Lyanna Stark and Yennefer of Vengerberg threaten the north with political consequences. House Lannister comes into alliance with House Targaryen, Martell, Tyrell, Cintra, Aedirn and Temeria.

Ciri threatens Sansa and Bran Stark with political sanctions. Ciri removes Sansa and Bran Stark from councils and hits them with political consequences.

Cintra, the Westerlands, Dorne and the Crownlands imposes political consequences and sanctions on the North. Ciri issues political consequences to the North, Riverlands, Vale of Arryn, and Stormlands. Cintra, Aedirn, Temeria, the Crownlands, Dorne, the Westerlands and the Reach are getting very close to the North

Ciri isolates Eddard Stark, Hoster Tully, Jon Arryn and Robert Baratheon to all sides. Bolton Rebellion in the North. House Frey declares war on House Stark and Tully. Culprit Eddard Stark.

Ironborn attack on the Riverlands. Culprit Hoster Tully

Hilltribes Rebellion in the Vale of Arryn. Culprit Jon Arryn

Rebellion in the Stormlands against Robert Baratheon. Robert Baratheon declares war on House Lannister, Martell, Tyrell and Targaryen. Culprit Robert Baratheon.

Jon breaks with Ned Stark. Ciri, Lyanna, Yennefer and Elia remove Ned Stark from Jon. Ciri isolates Eddard Stark away from Jon

"We give Ciri the word", said Tywin, Elia and Lyanna. Ciri got up.

"This goes to Winterfell, Bear Island, Riverrun, Storm's End, Karhold, Last Hearth and the Eyrie. That goes to the North, the Riverlands, the Vale of Arryn and the Stormlands where civil war is philosophized.

This goes to Hoster Tully's ugly daughters and ugly granddaughters; by birth i'm a princess too, i remind Hoster Tully's daughters of something, i'm princess of Cintra by birth, that doesn't give you the right to judge me, Yennefer, Jon or Geralt, i have seen the downfall and the massacre of Cintra. I was there when Cintra was slaughtered. I am granddaughter of Queen Calanthe, she wore dresses and fought battles, she did both. I'm the Last of House Raven of Cintra, I'm the Last Rose of Cintra.

By birth I am Crown Princess of Cintra through my biological mother Princess Pavetta and Empress of Nilfgaard through my biological father Duny the Urcheon and Emperor Emhyr var Emreis, I would have a claim to the northern crown of Cintra and the throne of Nilfgaard, I don't want to have anything to do with it, because I hate Nilfgaard, rightly so, and Nilfgaard will go under by the way.

I'm highborn like Daenerys, Myrcella, Margaery, Aegon, Jon or Rhaenys but like them I can't help my existence. I'm more than just highborn. Jon is more than just highborn.

Lucky Rhaegar destroyed the Iron Throne and gave independence when Robert Baratheon rebelled when Elia Martell ended her marriage to Rhaegar Targaryen and she and Lyanna Stark fell in love and then they fell in love with Rhaegar when he destroyed the Iron Throne when Brandon and Rickard Stark went to Starfall because Ashara Dayne was pregnant by Brandon Stark.

Hoster Tully is hated in the Riverlands his own vassals hate him for his politics against House Targaryen, Martell, Lannister and Tyrell.

Jon Arryn is a misogynist like Robert Baratheon and Ned Stark knows it. Jon Arryn and Lord Eddard Stark aren't as honorable as everyone thinks. Robert Baratheon wants Myrcella dead as the daughter of Jaime Lannister that's why Myrcella Lannister is going to Dorne.

Eddard Stark knows full well that his fat friend Robert Baratheon rapes and abuses women while Eddard Stark chops off boys' heads on the sharp block. Ned Stark knows that Robert Baratheon doesn't give a fuck about Mya, her mother and his other children. Lord Eddard Stark was King in the North because of Lyanna, Elia and Rhaegar. The kingdoms have Independence because of Rhaegar as a reminder.

Ned Stark goes south and makes mistakes because he is supporting Robert Baratheon. That's not honor, that's hypocrisy by Ned Stark.

This is also an authoritarian regime, the regime of selling daughters or sisters in marriages and taking away children as wards, that is also represented in my world.

These rebels that you all love so much are renegade and mutiny away ready to split a continent in civil war, this is also an authoritarian regime and authoritarian system.

The south is the south, it's up to the north to unite. I will impose political consequences on the north when war is started here. World history will not be written here without me, Lyanna, Daenerys, Tissaia, Elia, Rhaegar, Yennefer, Geralt, Jon, Rhaenys, Myrcella, Margaery or Aegon. I'm going to pull tough political consequences now, the fun is over! Yennefer, Geralt, Jon, Lyanna, Elia, Cersei, Rhaegar and I can also pull completely different strings."

Tywin smiled, "I like her."

Ciri and Jon looked at each other. Ciri walked around the table.

"And here I begin: Robert Baratheon, Stannis Baratheon, Renly Baratheon, Lord Une, Yohn Royce, Jon Arryn, Lysa and Catelyn Tully, Robin Arryn, Petyr Baelish, Hoster Tully, Howland Reed, Jojen and Meera Reed, Brandon and Rickard Stark, Rickard Karstark, Greatjon Umber, Eddard, Sansa, Arya, Robb and Bran Stark are hereby isolated and removed from any councils and other political meetings.

I am stationing forces from Cintra, Aedirn, Temeria in the Crownlands bordering the Stormlands and Riverlands.

The wall will not receive any resources, soldiers, recruits, steel, swords, horses, supplies, stone, ships or raw materials.

I cancel all trade to White Harbour, Greywater Watch and Gulltown and further sanctions will follow when Eddard Stark supports Robert Baratheon.

I'll cancel every single coin that goes north, I will devalue every single coin that goes to Winterfell. I'm breaking up trade via Kingsroad to Winterfell.

I'm stationing soldiers in the Westerlands, bordering the Riverlands. I am stationing soldiers in Dorne on the Stormlands border. I'm stationing soldiers in the Reach on the Stormlands border. I'm stationing soldiers in the Crownlands, on the border with the Riverlands, in consultation with Tywin Lannister, Doran Martell, Rhaegar and Aerys Targaryen, Cersei Lannister, Lyanna Stark and Elia Martell, in this Alliance and Pact this will maintain.

More consequences will follow. I swear there will be sanctions for the North as thick as a stick. Consequences will rain down non-stop for the North. I'll deal with that with consequences from now on, now it comes rock hard. I'll smack the North in the face with the sanctions until they stop hearing and seeing.

I already have the next consequences. The South is the South, it's up to the North to unite", said Ciri.

Tissaia, Ashara, Yennefer, Margaery, Aegon, Jon, Geralt, Tywin, Rhaegar, Aerys, Cersei, Myrcella, Daenerys, Rhaenys, Lyanna and Elia applauded. The People applauded loudly, "yes."

Tywin, Jaime, Kevan and Cersei smiled for the first time, "you've got a great girl there, Jon. She's more politically stable than Ned Stark or Robert Baratheon. Take good care of each other when you travel to Cintra", Ciri and Jon smiled, "we will. Thanks."

Yennefer and Tissaia sipped the dornish wine and eyed Jon Arryn, Hoster Tully and Eddard Stark in the Red Keep with Elia and Lyanna from the high table, "the wine is superb Elia", said Lyanna and Tissaia and the four eyed Eddard, "thanks", said Elia.

Yennefer of Vengerberg shows Eddard Stark's character. Yennefer, Lyanna, Elia, Geralt, Jon and Ciri isolate Eddard Stark to all sides: Bolton rebellion against Eddard Stark, Catelyn Tully, Sansa Stark and Robb Stark. Culprit Eddard Stark

"He and the Usurper are the Bastards. That's a hypocrite, this man you all love so much is a hypocrite, he's a total hypocrite when he opens his mouth this man deserves death for supporting Robert Baratheon this hypocritical motherfucker belongs dead. He only makes mistakes that deserve death. Just a killer like everyone else while beheading men on the block!"

Lyanna Stark's best friend

The stupid rebel of Riverrun, the foolish rebel of the Eyrie and the hypocritical asshole from Winterfell: Tissaia de Vries, Ciri Vengerberg-Targaryen and Yennefer of Vengerberg vs. Jon Arryn, Eddard Stark and Hoster Tully. Yennefer's hatred for Eddard, Benjen, Brandon and Rickard Stark

"It was just a Coup d'etat", said Yennefer.

"It was nothing more than a coup. Just a coup, nothing more nothing less", said Yennefer, Lyanna, Elia, Geralt, Arthur Dayne, Gerold Hightower, Rhaegar, Aerys, Rhaenys, Aegon, Jon, Ciri, Daenerys, Rhaella and Tissaia and laughed aloud over Eddard.

Tissaia looked at Jon Arryn, "you'd think it stinks of rotten fish and upstart. Where's your stupid friend the Usurper, Lord Tully, on the way to him to lick his ass? Instead, you should rather go to your weak, ugly son whom you in your foolishness have named after the warmonger of Storm's End Lord Arryn. Hypocritical motherfuckers", Yennefer, Ciri, Lyanna, Geralt, Jon, Rhaegar, Elia laughed and spat out the wine.

Jon Arryn, Hoster Tully and Eddard Stark didn't say a word and went away and the people laughed aloud over the three, "now they run to the asshole and kiss his ass", said Ciri, Rhaenys, Aegon, Margaery, Yennefer, Geralt, Jon, Tissaia, Elia, Rhaegar, Lyanna, Arthur Dayne and Gerold Hightower.

The Game of the Mighty: The strongest and most powerful Alliance

"The Targaryen forces, Dothraki and Unsullied make a military parade in King's Landing and the Crownlands, displaying the latest and greatest weaponry made from the finest raw materials and Valyrian and Silver steel, shields and formations and show the three dragons and the people love it. Rhaegar and Rhaenys even wrote an anthem for the Crownlands. Jon and Ciri deploy the Cintran Forces and Cintran Navy and build powerful magic, Ciri and Jon field the strongest and most modern army. Ciri, Jon and the Cintran navy and land forces could crush the Baratheon, Ironborn and Lannister armies in one fell swoop. Ciri and Jon are the most powerful couple in all Worlds, more powerful than Yennefer, Geralt, Lyanna, Daenerys, Elia or Rhaegar.

The armies of Cintra, Dorne, the Reach, the Crownlands, the Dothraki, Second-Sons, and Unsullied total around 500,000 troops and standing forces and the three dragons in the Alliance.

Yennefer, Geralt, Elia, Rhaella, Aerys, Margaery, Aegon, Daenerys, Daario, Mya, Rhaenys, Lyanna and Rhaegar build powerful alliances, deals, contracts. The Dornish trade with Cintra and the Independent Crownlands and deploy armies while we in the north are too stupid to mobilize standing armies to play in the game of the mighty and Boltons, Baratheons, Freys or Lannisters are in my back and they want to kill me. We also need help urgently", said Robb, Arya, Eddard, Catelyn and Sansa and groaned.

#ciri and jon #geralt and yennefer #lyanna stark #rhaegar targaryen #elia martell #kit harington #anya chalotra #freya allan #henry cavill #tissaia de vries #dacey mormont #lyanna mormont #maege mormont

[bard-llama]

Emhyr, wasted, crying on Geralt's shoulders, wondering where did he go wrong and cannot approach his daughter. Geralt hardly holding his tongue not to lecture him on exactly how he got wrong with dates, facts and statistics.

Hahaha, Geralt has RECEIPTS!

Emhyr: I just wanted my kingdom and my daughter! How did it all go wrong!?

Geralt, interally: well, the whole accidentally killing Pavetta thing did not help. Or the faking of your death. Or your subsequent attempts to retrieve Ciri from her grandparents, who were understandably protective, if a bit overly stubborn. But I think the part that really fucked things up was the bit where you decided that the best way to get Ciri back was to invade her home and murder everyone brutally and try to kidnap her. Like, that DEFINITELY traumatized her a fuck load, and then you couldn't even kidnap her right! Which is good, because she gradually came to me, but like, damn, Duny, wtf????

Geralt, externally: hmm, can't imagine.

#geralt of rivia #emhyr var emreis #look i have Geralt suggest that Ciri give her dad a chance because like... idk it's just a chance #is it not worth it to see if he's worth being in your life? #but like ultimately he is probably not tbh #also gifting your daughter an empire she doesn't want is not the best way to buy back her love #as much as I am 100% here for Empress Ciri #like... you done fucked up Duny #just as a suggestion: maybe try communicating with literally any other living person before trying it on your daughter #the witcher #ask #book spoilers

[kushielsmercy]

An Error Presumptive (T)

CW: Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Threats of Violence

Read on A03

It's not until they get to the topic of marriage that Ciri realizes she can't do this.

"You'll be married to General Voorhis, of course. Anyone else will anger the trade guilds irreparably and your reign will be over before it begins."

It's a side note to their conversation. Emhyr presses forward with topics that merit deliberation, something about the circumstances under which it would be pertinent to reinstall a tax on Koviri textiles.

Ciri's not naive, she knows she lost her right to a love match the day she popped out as high nobility. But after everything -

This, she has to choose.

Emhyr desperately needs a successor, that much is obvious. Without a clear heir the nobility will be emboldened to jostle for power, a struggle certain to end in war. Ciri's seen enough of that for one lifetime. She was ready to trade away her freedom and her swords for the chance to build something good from Emhyr's power hungry crusades.

But fuck, she thought she'd have some say.

She had told Emhyr he was forgiven. The truth was unnecessarily complex, how does one tell the White Flame himself that he’s only a convenient pawn. Why fear men when you can use them instead? Yennefer taught her that. Besides, their interests were aligned. There was an empire to manage and few with the skill to rule well. An Emhyr who believed that Ciri was claiming her birthright out of sentiment was easier to manage so Ciri had pushed her disdain aside and adopted a careful neutrality.

How foolish of her. God knows she has enough to do untangling the lies of others, why did she heap on trouble by lying to herself?

Suddenly, Ciri looks at this man with specks of grey in his hair, rubbing absentmindedly at his reading glasses to clear a stubborn smudge, and sees nothing but a monster. How simple it would be to gouge out his eyes and snap his spine.

She thinks about how his blood would drip down her fingers as he continues pouring over the maps, pointing to points of strategic interest like she should care. Like it's not his fault that she knows what blood feels like in the first place, that she knows the point of hunger where you'll trade a life for a loaf of bread.

Emhyr then has the gall to move on to the Cintran province like it's nothing more than another territory that she will hold. Like she shouldn't be on that throne - but not for years yet, her mother should be in the midst of her rule.

General Voorhis, huh. Maybe he is a good man, Ciri doesn't know. She hasn't heard his name whispered by the scullery maids which is as good a recommendation as she’ll likely get.

Mistle took good care of her too. Auberon wanted to save the world. Somehow no one ever thought to ask Ciri what she wanted.

Ciri clears her throat. "I'm afraid the continuation of this meeting is a waste of time for everyone involved, we should adjourn."

Emhyr looks away from his papers for the first time in hours and furrows his brow. "I must disagree, you are to take the throne in a matter of months and have years of missed preparation to make up for."

"I had plenty of education," Ciri gathers her sword from where it's been propped against a wall, "just not of the kind you wanted. Which I've somehow just now remembered is entirely your fault."

“I never intended for you to be harmed”

"Make up whatever story you need to your advisors, I don't care. And should you need, I'm happy to serve as an ambassador to the Northern Realms. I'm uninterested in any more wars."

Emhry’s fingers dig into the map that’s probably worth a small fortune. "I forbid you to leave. You are the only heir to the Nilfguaardian throne and - "

"I'm only the heir to the Cintran throne, actually. My family was murdered before they could gather up any more kingdom's for my dowry. And my first act as royal ambassador is to advise you to tread lightly in case I yet decide I'd like my homeland back."

"...You'd incite a war?" Emhyr says.

"We both know you'd be the one to do that. But I promise you I'd end it. Don't ever.forget that I'm my mother's daughter; I could drop you in a destroyed world right now and leave you there to rot."

Ciri decides that unsettled is a good look on Emhyr. She'll strive to see it more often.

"Tell General Voorhis that I do wish him the best of luck finding another broodmare to carry his children."

#cirilla fiona elen riannon #emhyr var emreis #character study #tw sex assault #witcher fic #witcher ciri #cirilla of cintra #cirilla icons #emperor emhyr #shielwrites

[the-butch-of-blaviken]

okay okay , emralt for ship bingo?

Oh, thanks for the ask! <3

I really like emralt (with game emhyr only, i do Not like book emhyr although i get why some people like him). I think they're great together because they have the potential to bring out both the best and the worst in each other. They're both so stubborn and it's interesting for Emhyr to love someone who opposes him, especially someone with as strong principles as Geralt. And Geralt always needs someone to top him ground him in one place and put limits to his heroic self-sacrificing tendencies (and also lavish him with luxurious gifts. Yeah that's my main reason for shipping him with Emhyr. My boy Geralt deserves nice things.)

#their relationship has the potential to be so complex and that's everything i love in a ship #yes i've read all of astolat's emralt fics and it shows #emralt #thanks for the ask! <3

[stillness138]

violence ask: 1 or 9?

or both >:)

1.the character everyone gets wrong i wanted to say geralt, but honestly, it's yennefer. there's of course the relationship, from yenralt truthers buying into the "it got magically fixed", or worse, "by the kid they both took care of separately", to people not even acknowledging the domestic violence. even if they both largely shed their individual self-loathing, learned to process their respective trauma and to let other people in, they're still two stubborn mules who clash all the time.

everyone calls her a complex character for the wrong reasons it seems like. i'm not even gonna go into twn's many issues with just this one character, but even looking at cdpr, she always felt all over the place, suprisingly understanding at one point, upset about bullshit at another. i get they didn't include her earlier for fear of not doing her justice, because in a huge game, messing up consistency of writing is all too easy.

as honorable mentions, cdpr also bungled regis and dijkstra, fandom often goes too simplistic with witchers and especially eskel and lambert, netflix fucked up everything else they could and only i am correct about milva's sexuality (or rather, lack thereof).

9. worst part of canon any time SA occurs and especially when it happens to minors. or in other words, the majority of ciri's arc and backstory, from emhyr's pedophilia making pavetta a mother at 14-15 to [gestures at mistle and the rats]. andrzej sapkowski to dziadek jebany 😔

in games it's never addressing the triss situation and instead ironically enough writing her as just as manipulative and obsessed only to make it tee hee cute in the end because the horny wins over the self-aware. also every other point on my cringe game moments poll.

#shut up elis #fluffy domestic art of yenralt gives me psychic damage #and so does tumblr's post editor because you simply can't type “1.” without it switching from plain text to numbered list

[do-androids-dream-ao3acc]

Yes, I've been terribly soft this morning, so I've added yet another one to the collection... and since I could only figure one song with a "morning" in it (lame, I guess), have "Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning", which is 918 words and rated M. Under the cut or on AO3.

The world outside is all background noise, faint and distant, merely unimportant. All that matters is the steady sound of their heartbeats, trying to match a rhythm. Geralt can block out the exterior, the pale gray of the night fading away as well as the crowing of the rooster in the courtyard far below them, announcing the morning. 

All that matters is their heartbeats. 

His is usually slow, but not now, oh no, not now. Emhyr’s is even faster than normal, and Geralt feels like he's chasing that thump. He can’t catch it, of course, but he can wrap his legs around Emhyr's hips and catch a different rhythm. 

Outside, a new day begins. The delicate pink behind the wide-open window is merely a splash of color in the corner of his eye. Above him, powerful amber sparsely illuminates the semi-dark room, which daylight reaches only hesitantly. 

There's a whisper brushing his ear, "Slow down," he says, the man with this golden eyes, and only now Geralt realizes that his hands are clutched into the other's flesh, trying to spur him on. Geralt's moving too fast, too determined to catch up, to be one. 

It's a lovely morning to be one with everything. 

He could hear the flap of the tiniest bird's wings as it fluttered by, the kindling of the hearth fires two stories below, if he had to. But how much more exciting is this tender, half-suppressed gasp that brushes over his jugular, causing it to vibrate ever so lightly. 

This is what he wants. Tightness, filled in every part of his body, preventing loneliness from ever arising. Hands, conducting his body, finding new spots even after all these years that make him shiver. Amber, changing to the color of ripe hazelnuts as a cloud dashes over the sky, and then back to this delicate color of a stone washed upon by the tide; precious only to him. 

Maybe there's never been a bird flying by the window, because it's in his heart now, its tiny wings fluttering so hard it might just break his rib cage. There's a spot, and Emhyr hits it, he does this with precision, his eyes shining. Geralt can see himself in the reflection, small and pale, but he's not, he knows it.

He's a giant, he's a mountain, he's everything he wants to be, and his body matches the pink that's now spreading the sky. 

A gentle breeze carries the sound from within to the awakening outside, mixing the telltale gasp into it, swept away with the wind. The world will soon be fully attentive, demanding their attention, but it is too soon, everything still too fragile. 

Not him, though.

Their strength is equal in many ways: stubbornness, perseverance, the power of will. Physically, however, Geralt has advantages, of course. He rarely exploits them, actually completely immersed in not having to be strong. Now, however... it only takes a little to tip the scales. 

Then, suddenly, he looks down at his amber treasure. Emhyr’s body is warm, glistening with sweat, his heart thumbing against his chest. Geralt puts his hand there, captures this heartbeat with all his senses, while his body changes the rhythm, slowing down.

If he could slow down time, he’d stop the outside for another hour. No outside, no morning arising, no tasks ahead. If the world adopted his rhythm, he could capture this moment: flushed cheeks, tousled curls, firm hands on his hips. For once, Emhyr’s not trying to set the pace, not trying to rule. He’s giving in, only to him, only for a very short time, but it’s a delicate time, and they both wish to expand it. 

Yet, it's not only the outside taking its toll. 

There is a smile on both faces as they each raise a hand, like a coordinated movement, yet just instinct. Their hands linger in the air for a heartbeat, as if they must admire each other's external symbols of their bond. Gold and silver sparkle in the light of the now rising sun. 

Something else is sparkling inside of them. The rhythm is perfect now, their heartbeats nearly match. They will never match entirely, but they are, nevertheless, one. A match made in hell, some dare say, and both might even agree. There's no spiritual concept that could explain this bond. 

The spark, sown long ago, is ignited as much by their similarities as by their differences. And by this: the irresistible friction, the perfect harmony of two bodies that should not fit, but do so naturally. The fire is fueled by every touch, every scorching kiss. Every fingertip on a scar, every brushing trough hair, be it white or black. 

Outside the window, the sky is nearly golden now. Their eyes are too, the light unites their colors, and their long-sown spark unites them. This feels like flying, to be so light, so free of every burden. 

Sounds fill the room, muffled by the ever growing noise of the day, almost in full swing now. Can’t the world hold on for another moment? Just one more moment to bathe in this feeling, in this man. 

He can’t stop the world, but he will never stop loving this, all of this. 

The sun has risen. The birds are somersaulting in their mating song. Geralt’s sun and song are in his heart and beside him, as he lays down. 

"Good morning," Emhyr says with that tiny smile that's only for him. 

"It is a good morning,“ Geralt agrees, his smile as bright as the sunlight.

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[crunadh]

The Emhyr concussion fic intrigues me a lot 👀👀👀❤

Well, I can't tell you much here because so far this document only contains a few words cobbled together so I wouldn't forget the idea I had a few weeks ago.

The idea is, basically, that Emhyr gets hurt somehow (maybe an assessination attempt? Being Emperor and the most hated man on the continent is hard). He falls and hits his head. When he wakes up, he can't see anymore, because the concussion caused him to go blind (only temporarily but he doesn't know that).

Now, I thought I could play with a few themes.

Emhyr needs help now, since he isn't used to navigating the world without sight. And he's incredibly bad at asking for help and then accepting it. He wants to do everything for himself because accepting help means he's depending on someone and depending on people is dangerous.

Emhyr cannot act as Emperor while he is like that because a blind Emperor is a weak Emperor. People will see him as weak for being hurt and besides, he depends on visual cues when holding council or court to see if people are lying, etc. This means he either needs a good lie why someone else will substitute him or he needs to hand things over to his doppler double (who is my OC). Either way, Emhyr will go crazy over being unable to control everything.

On the topic of control, he just lost a very important sense and his other senses probably will take some time to adjust, so in the meantime he will be scared and scittish and make up for it by being an aggressive ass.

He also would have to decide if he'd prefer magical healing (which might speed up his recovery), but knowing Emhyr and his hatred for anything magic ever since the curse was set on him, he will refuse, which means that the people who care for him will have to see him suffer through something he could solve easily if he wasn't so scared and stubborn.

All in all, losing his sight would be scary for Emhyr and he'll get all insecure and emotional and make up for it by being even more of an ass and in the end, he needs someone to make it right, doesn't he? ;)

I didn't think much beyond that but I definitely keep this idea on the backburner because I want to write it someday!

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[andordean]

5, 17, 27, 33, 34 :) ❤️

5. What’s the fic you’re most proud of?

Blood Ties by a mile. The fact I managed to plot out that whole political background of Ciri reclaiming Cintra’s throne, one that was plausible, and according to a few comments, on par with political plots of the books is something I’m incredibly proud of (and also not sure how I managed that. :D). And the fact I finished it at all, and remained faithful to my original vision, despite all the drawbacks and heartaches, is another reason I cherish this story.

17. A trope you’ll never, ever write for.

A/B/O, heat, mpreg, I personally hate those tropes with passion. And “one bed” is done to death, only apparently happens frequently enough in real life. :D

27. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received?

Most recently, a request to translate Broken Pieces to Russian melted my heart. In general though, if you come and quote the lines that hit you the most, I will love you forever. 

I was incredibly lucky to receive a handful of LONG screaming comments, and yes, I have print screens saved in my feel good folder.

33. Is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process?

That it’s painful AF, especially now, between work and the four legged monster, and talking about my fics is currently one of a very few sources of joy, so if anyone wants to talk, I AM HERE. ;)

34. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.

Three, because I can:

From “Business Matter”, because I love Smug Boi Tankred A Lot:

“The stories I heard about my parents growing up were all about how fate brought them together; how they conquered all that stood in the way of their happiness,” Ciri said, struggling to keep the bitterness out of her voice. “And when I confronted Emhyr, he told me outright he had never loved my mother. He claimed she was but a means to an end. This was one of the reasons I didn't want to go back to this life; I hate the idea of being somebody's tool—” She broke off noticing Tankred's raised eyebrows. “What?” she grimaced.

“Not five months ago you showed up in Pont Vanis, terrorised my chamberlain, and demanded my help. Then, in no uncertain terms, you implied that if I knew what was good for me, I should have proposed to you,” he said dryly. “Afterwards, you went off and pushed Nilfgaard back behind Amell mountains. I don't know what your definition of a tool is, but in this story it's me who looks remarkably like one.”

“That is a gross exaggeration,” she scoffed, but had to smile.

“Really.” He retorted. “Which part?”

“I didn't terrorise your chamberlain.”

From “Blood Ties”, because have I mentioned I love Smug Boi Tankred A Lot? Writing him with Dijkstra and Geralt was A JOY.

Dijkstra shook his head.

“Fucking Merchants’ Guild it is then.”

“Indeed.” Tankred grimaced. “Which made cutting the reliance on them my top priority, before it became a measure of control. But I must be boring you, Excellency; you surely know my country’s situation as well as I do.”

“Your Majesty is overestimating my sources.” Dijkstra bowed with feigned modesty.

“You still haven’t found anyone who could replace you then?” Tankred smiled. “Delegation of duties does become difficult if the quality of work cannot be relied upon.”

And from “Broken Pieces” because I had way too much fun writing Nenneke:

"Where’s...Ciri?”

“I sent her to get some rest in a proper bed," the priestess said. "It wasn't easy; she refused to leave your side. This girl is as stubborn as Geralt. She blames herself, too." Nenneke sighed. "Why do these two always need to overcomplicate the simplest things?"

Cahir was silent, digesting the priestess' words.

"She also refused to tell me what happened, and only said she had been an idiot," Nenneke continued when he didn't respond. She raised her eyebrows at him. "And while I don't feel there's any need to challenge that particular claim, it really doesn't explain much, or even narrow the options down."

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