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tigerlyla-of-metinna · 5 months
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Ask game!
Which actors/actresses would you headcast as your (games/books) blorbos? I know about Emhyr, so maybe Morvran and Sarah?
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Ehem... EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Sorry! Thanks @bittersweetbark for sending me an ask. I do have my fan cast for Emhyr, Morvran and Sarah! I will include images @alphagravy gave me.
For Emhyr, the handsome Lee Pace. Not a stretch. He already played an emperor.
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For Morvran Voorhis, I cannot think of anyone else beside his voice actor Geoffrey Breton. I mean, he already has the accent! Just give him the hair and that bored look!
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And my OC Sarah, I believe Jennifer Connelly already personified her when she was in the movie The Rocketeer. Give Jennifer a youth potion and we have Sarah!
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Hope you like my choices!
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6 Tarot cards for a Hallowed Eve
For the spirits of inspiration from everywhere. A little gift for some dear birbs @jawanaka @andordean @xuelingxu @nananarc @do-androids-dream-ao3acc One for each of your favorite character(s). Feeling naughty so I will leave y’all to guess which card is for which birb ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) If ye be wondering the extra card, wonder ye no more; tis for moi 👹
If you feel like it, choose any card for its symbolism or face value, major or minor, and pass it on (tag me plzz)! Drabble or sketch. Let’s have some fun?
1. The Magician
The heart of The Magician is a cautionary tale. Once, long ago, when the worlds collided at the will of the Gifted, when he chalked up the matter of Destiny on blackboards as though it was no more than a subject, one which can be studied from a safe distance. He thought he had years and years of learning, perfecting. Of loving. He aged, without withering, without adding lines to his chiseled face, without surrendering one shade less of the aquamarine in his eyes to the fade. He learned without understanding, perfected where perfection bore no meaning, and loved only the stars reflected in the pond. So when the fateful day came and he realized that she had finally, irrevocably, left—their homeland, the promise made for Posterity, hopes and dreams (whose, he would not admit), and ultimately, him. He realized his unlined hands held nothing but quicksand.
2. The Emperor
White. They say everyone start their lives as a white canvas, later, life dabbles and dashes its paint. Their lives started just the same. Before there was black and gold, before there was silver and steel, before the reasons of states and fates of the world, there was white. The incandescence of a dream. The memories of winter. When they collide, when they cross the veil made of wounds and scars—both on rough skins and inside softer hearts—the world returns to that singularity again, even for a moment: brighter than stars bursting into life, the light shines on them. And all is peace on earth.
3. The Hierophant
He couldn’t have guessed her name if he tried. At first, he thought it ludicrous he would ever wanted to try—he thought he knew her kind: angry, arrogant, all edge and revenge. He only needed her to get back to his rightful place. He didn’t need her to ask if he was holdin’ alright, if he had found a place to eat. He didn’t need her to listen to his story of bakeneko, to ask after his childhood. He didn’t need her to come back when all his plans collapsed. She did.
So when she breathed her name against his ear, all the neon nights of The City rolling up in her circuitry veins into one, futureless and heady with dreams—nothing nothing nothing existed besides the electric eyes. When she woke, beside him, her pale hair blanketed them both like snow.
4. The Lovers
She is a princess, he serves her father. When they met for the first time, the seasons were ending, so was the world. When they kissed for the first time, the world was green and growing, their clothes were dripping wet and they spoke of drowners. And there was a chest of treasure like from the olden tales, jewels sparkled in front of them. But the only treasure they found was in each other’s eyes. Emerald and Tiger’s Eye.
5. The Chariot
From the burning ash of defiance my dreams of vengeance was forged. From the shadows of the self-anointed mighty, the machinations of the dark one spread its talons across the galaxy. When the world changes, reborn in a black steel fire, I will be its first flame. I am The Chariot. I don’t look back, and I never stop.
6. The World
Riders masked with skull forever chasing behind the hooves of your horse called you Death. The people whose futures were pushed to the far corners of reservations looked to your spring-grass eyes and called you Hope, heralded you as the Wheel of Fortune. The spirit of lochs bore you like the whirlwind you have always made to be, passed the strangely mournful bells of Cintra and the pyres of Novigrad. The blue-green beak of your messenger cut through the biting blizzard, their wings of azure summoned the winds of spring. Everywhere you go, eyes of star, from the steps of Chaos sprouts life. You are no Death, no Empress, no Wheel of Fortune. Out of all paths, one. And you never lose your own. You are—
—The World.
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bomberqueen17 · 2 years
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ok i spent too long dithering about this so here it is. Direct sequel to A Genuine Talent, this is what happens when Cantarella gets back to Nilfgaard and goes to find out whether Teofina Voorhis knows anything about the Harlot of Repute novels.
A Matter of Principle, on AO3
I quite forgot whether I was being coy about what Teofina does or does not know. This story is not really coy in any way, LOL.
All my beta readers have at the moment become sidetracked and distracted by life events etc.; it’s usually the case that if there are errors they are my own, but it goes double in this case, as I didn’t get any feedback on this one before posting. As there are some slightly sensitive topics in here, I apologize in advance if I missed something super obvious, as I am wont to do. But I did my best.
“You’re a woman without peer,” Amadis agreed fondly, his broad hand sliding familiarly over Teofina’s bare hip to adjust the way her weight was pressing down against his erection.
“How are you still so beautiful,” Malvina said, sounding almost upset about it.
“It’s a lie, that children ruin you,” Teofina said. “It’s a lie that age ruins you. I was not very pretty when I was your age, darling. Amadis married himself a girl everyone considered unfortunate-looking, let me tell you.”
“No one said that,” Amadis pointed out, but Teofina patted his face absently.
“It was an investment,” Teofina said. “I had to live in this body, and live in this face, and grow into it. Most of it is how you carry yourself anyway. I know, dearie,” and she patted Malvina now, “that you’re very pretty, and you were probably a pretty child too, and you were led to believe your looks would peak when you were twenty and it would all be downhill from there, but they were lying. Men want you too innocent to recognize their bullshit, that’s all, that’s why the ideal is a woman who looks too young to have ever been touched before.”
“I’ve been almost looking forward to losing my looks,” Malvina said, a little forlornly. “Then I could do something else with my life.”
“Darling,” Teofina said, and kissed her. “My sweet! Have you been told that it’s a terrible sin and waste not to use this beauty for fucking?”
“Sort of,” Malvina sighed.
“If you don’t want to fuck, you shouldn’t have to,” Teofina said. “What would you rather do with your life?”
“Oh,” Malvina said, very clearly recollecting herself, “I-- it’s not that I mind. I just. You know.”
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thedemonofcat · 2 months
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Because the Witcher fandom is stupid haters who are obsessed with their supposedly more correct ships and only spread rot and humiliate the unwanted ship of Roche/Ciri. For the Witcher fandom, even my posts on my blog are stupid garbage in "their" tags and aggression. After all, they do not allow Ciri to be brought together by anyone other than the holy goddess of the same age as cerys or the correct voorhis. The entire fandom has been hounding me for several years now because of my ship that they don’t like, they write insults on Twitter and in the comments, they mock and humiliate me. The fandom made me an outcast for fun.
I want to address the concerns you have raised. Firstly, I assure you that no one in this fandom intends to mock or humiliate you. If you have felt like an outcast, I sincerely apologize. Everyone should feel welcome in a fandom space. I have noticed that every time you send a message, it is anonymous, so no one can be hounding you because they don't know who you are.
However, I must point out that you have been harassing people here. I have seen people tell you that there is nothing wrong with shipping Ciri/Roche, but they simply don't, and you won't leave them alone. I have also seen you go after blogs that aren't even Witcher blogs.
Secondly, while there are people who ship Ciri with Cerys, I am not one of them and never have been. No one is saying that Ciri/Cerys is the only ship, and if there are people who do that, then that is wrong of them.
So, please get over yourself. You are trying to act like the victim when, in reality, you are the aggressor.
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jawanaka · 1 year
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Some Sentences Someday
Was tagged by @andordean some days ago and @herbalina-of-yesteryear just now:
Tagging @noetikat, @squiddviscous, @cahirdyffryns, @do-androids-dream-ao3acc and @traumschwinge
“Why are you in my rooms?” she asked, sounding angrier then she thought she would.
Triss raised an eyebrow. “Why are you not?” and this time Ciri could feel herself blush all the way to the roots of her hair.
“I had urgent business to-” she started but Triss interrupted her.
“Alone, barefoot and in your night-robe? Please Ciri. As your political adviser I’d be embarrassed if you told such obvious lies.” She shook her head. “You were visiting general Voorhis chambers weren’t you?”
Some of the earlier anger flared back. “Were you spying on me?” she demanded.
Triss continued unfazed. “Of course not, don’t be absurd!” She waited a second before adding as an afterthought, “Fringilla was spying on you.”
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veralevina15 · 1 year
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Я опубликовал(а) 60 постов в 2022 году
Это на 60 постов больше, чем в 2021 году!
27 постов создано (45%)
33 реблога постов (55%)
Блоги, из которых я сделал(а) больше всего реблогов:
@marinamk29
@gatecrashing-corneas
@tygerlyla
@veralevina15
Я пометил(а) тегами 46 из своих постов в 2022 году
Только 23% из моих постов остались без тегов
#radovid - 35 постов
#the witcher - 28 постов
#radovid v the stern - 27 постов
#wiedźmin - 20 постов
#witcher 3 - 20 постов
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#adda - 17 постов
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Longest Tag: 74 characters
#i'm waiting for the full version of the monologue when radovid explains it
Мои самые популярные посты в 2022:
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Morvran Voorhis dressed as a Redanian nobleman (my design)
Let's take a look at his outfit:
1. Lush, richly decorated and bright clothes of the Redanian nobility largely inspired by the costume of the szlachta (gentry of the realm in the Kingdom of Poland, the Grand Duchy of Lithuania) of the 16th-17th centuries;
2. Collar (jewelry) with eagle pendant, symbol of power;
3. Redanians don't need eye makeup ;
4. Warm schaube with puffy sleeves just for northern latitudes;
5. "How to put on a zupan, so already become a pan"; ( Pan - it's slavic honorific, it was equivalent to "Lord" or "Master" )
6. Kontusz - it's pride of redanian nobleman. Doesn't fasten to the end to bug was seen zupan;
7. Satin Ofiri belt with ornament from golden threads;
8. The cane is an attribute all the archspies and conspirators;
9. Saffiano boots with embossed pattern.
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“Your Highness, learn to be a few steps ahead of the enemy and be the first to unravel his plan. Learn to look for workarounds, even when there seems to be no way out”
«Ваше Высочество, учитесь опережать противника на несколько шагов и первым разгадывать его замысел. Учитесь искать обходные пути, даже когда кажется, что уже нет выхода»
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Topic - "Mentor "
For The Witcher Ask
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“You, Spy. You are amazing with ladies. You know, classy ones. The kind that smell good and can read. And always have their glasses on just kind of crooked. You know? The ones that don’t go for a guy like me”.
“But you know what book-smart ladies like me find sexier than anything? Waitin’ patiently for me to change my mind!”
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«Но ты, Шпион, ты знаешь подход к дамам. Ну, знаешь, из высшего общества. Которые хорошо пахнут и умеют читать. И у которых очки всегда немного криво надеты. Понимаешь? Те, которые не западают на таких, как я».
“Но знаешь, что для таких умных и начитанных девушек, как я, самое сексуальное? Терпеливо ждать, пока я передумаю!”
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WIP Wursday
Tagged by @noetikat! I think the last time I was tagged I hated everything I had written ... So, here's something I don't completely hate!
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The palm of Ciri’s hand on the crossbow trigger squeezes with the ease of her breath leaving her lungs, the crosshair resting on the center of the bird’s shimmering body at the bottom of her breath pattern.
Geralt’s steadying hand is all that’s missing, keeping her from pinching her shoulders up to her ears in anticipation of the kickback. But she can feel phantom imprints of his fingertips even in the expensive fabric of her woven jacket.
The shot releases, the mechanism thudding with cold resolution of a kill shot -
“General Voorhis returns next month.”
Ciri jerks the follow through, ever so slightly disrupting the very end of the bolt’s flight and shifting its path.
The grouse continues its getaway flight, uninjured and unlikely to return to these grounds now.
Tromping back through the undergrowth to the well-maintained path, Ciri stops to rest a fist on her hip. “Really, are you such a sore loser?”
“It is typically the poor study who blames the environment for their shortfalls,” Emhyr answers smoothly, voice as level as it was for his ill-timed announcement (or well-timed, if the point system they use for their hunts is considered.)
Ciri tosses her head while falling into step on Emhry’s left side. “Sore loser, I say. You’ve yet to manage a grouse. I would have won, no matter how many pheasants you shot down with that old bow!”
“You’ve yet to beat this ‘old bow’. Besides, grouse are not common to come across from the path.”
“Is the Emperor afraid to dirty his boots by leaving the path?”
Emhyr chuckles in amusement, the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes crinkling. “Now who sounds like the sore loser?”
There are few in the palace unaware of the emperor and his daughter’s shared competitive spirit, a token var Emreis trait. Like the other parent-child relationships in their bloodline, competition has acted as a bridge over their troubled waters.
“I’ll have to find some of those dandy roosters you have the servants release from the bushes to make up points.”
Ciri enjoys the chance for levity and Emhyr’s reaction to her ribbing, tickling at her memories of a papa from so long ago who also smiled with his eyes. It was a running commentary from her father’s trusted confidant, Peter Evertson, that Ciri’s return had brought back the version of the Emperor many had not seen since before the Usurper.  
“Should I take your avoidance of the subject as a sign you’ve fully accepted what’s to come? Or have you forgotten the agreement reached that your betrothal to Morvran Voorhis is as necessary as it is auspicious?”
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Tagging @emma-ofnormandy, @do-androids-dream-ao3acc, @theowlseye, and anyone else who would like to share some writing! <3
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super-jackdaw · 2 years
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Okay, I think I'm late enough with the answer to this post and, @marinamk29 , i'm very ashamed, forgive me!  Thank you very much for tagging me.
1. Morvran Voorhis (The Witcher 3).
 2. Bruno (Encanto)
 3. Merida (Brave) 
4. Frisk (undertale)
 5. Dr. Livesey (Treasure Island)
 6. Marquis de Lafayette (Hamilton)
 7. Glam (Metal Family)
 8. Veronica (Heathers Musical) 
9. April (Twelve months) 
10.Seiji Amasawa (Mimi wo sumaseba )
it turned out that I have no one to tags, so forgive me guys who don't know who I am at all :"D
@cirimanga   @ciredin  @tygerlyla  @art  @undertale  @thewitcher3 @shayromi   @swampcastle  @heathers-music  @schoder97
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Because the Witcher fandom is stupid haters who are obsessed with their supposedly more correct ships and only spread rot and humiliate the unwanted ship of Roche/Ciri. For the Witcher fandom, even my posts on my blog are stupid garbage in "their" tags and aggression. After all, they do not allow Ciri to be brought together by anyone other than the holy goddess of the same age as cerys or the correct voorhis. The entire fandom has been hounding me for several years now because of my ship that they don’t like, they write insults on Twitter and in the comments, they mock and humiliate me. The fandom made me an outcast for fun.
Oh hiiii Marina, still hasn't learn how to say hello I see! ((:
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Spoiler: don't think I'm gonna pity you, you're clearly not on the right blog honey Still, that doesn't answer my question: what was your goal by sending me this ask? Was there a purpose? Because I didn't read any question or request. And beyond that, why coming to complain? I'm not here to be a referee in a childish game of "my ship is better than yours" in a whole ass fandom; people are grown ups, and enjoy what they want, and that includes you.
What are you expecting of me exactly? To pity you because people on the internet are mean? Welcome to the real world, if you despite the witcher fandom so bad, ✨be my guest and stop any interaction with it✨ (you can still ship on your own side, be an adult please)
But on the other side you're the one coming into my (aka a random stranger) asks hurling your opinion and complaining... ironic for someone who complains about being bullied isn't it?...
Once again: I literally do not care about who ship which character with another. People are being mean to you? I'm not your mother or internet police.
I won't answer you from now on so I'm just wishing you a good day, and hope that someday you'll understand that harassing people won't help your cause.
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hi! I loved the last headcanons I requested so I'm sending more, hope u don't mind and sorry if this is late and if it is not Friday for u anymore. ☾, ■ and ♡ for Morvran (coz the one u wrote is the most amazing thing) and ✿ for Ves. Thank you so much and btw I abolutely love your witcher memes
you sent this 6 november. it is currently 12 december (by time i finished it its 11 january on my god) i am so fucking sorry but here you go! also the ves one.. yes.
☾ - sleep headcanon
■ -  bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon
♡ - romantic headcanon
✿ - sex headcanon
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sleep headcanon
morvran is generally a pretty light sleeper, to the point where someone walking loudly outside will wake him up
so, he takes it upon himself to be properly tired before he goes to bed so he'll sleep through the night
this is usually accomplished by riding (a horse or a diplomat? who's to say)
good god it's the third bullet point how did i already make this sexual
alright...
he totally gives me monogrammed matching pyjama set vibes
like they're a mahogany coloured silk with a little MV embroidered in cursive
ciri loves making fun of them
but he's comfy DAMNIT
he sleepwalks... and didn't think it worth mentioning until emhyr hired a witcher to deal with the palaces supposed wraith problem...and of course he didn't want the city of golden towers to have a reputation as a hotbed for monsters.... but he eventually decided he liked his status as the local ghost
he keeps a dream diary.
like most of these hcs are based on tiny details in some obscure translation, but trust me bro morvran voorhis keeps a dream diary
he plays the dapper dude game, but with enough sambuca he will absolutely tell you why journaling your dreams is the most important thing you can do
he wears slippers. i know this for a fact. they match his pyjamas and he leaves them right next to his bed every night
of course, this started with morvran's father making sure he was always prepared for a quick getaway
even after the assassination he just couldn't shake the habit. he also always stays on the ground or first floor and won't fall asleep in a room unless the windows open from the inside. precautions, you know?
great now i'm sad
bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon
okay here's the thing you need to understand about morvran voorhis: he did not have any autonomy for the first 20 odd years of his life
growing up in the imperial palace doesn't leave a lot of room for individuality. sure, he had expensive toys, soft fabrics, and the nicest governesses and most intelligent tutors in the empire, but none of it was his
even after his father died, he couldn't leave because he was getting married off to some girl he'd never even met!
so, by time he had command of the alba division and, by extension, his own life, he got creative
i'm talking a tapestry of his favoured stallion that takes up an entire wall
and a custom plaque of the merchant's guild insignia on the mantle
and a hook right next to his bed to put his medallion
and his own gwent card, framed
and a map of nilfgaard he annotates himself, with markings such as "bastard who stole fire scorpion, cheats with scoia'tael deck", "pretty girl witcher", "annoying witcher", "guild army contact", "actual 25 centimetres, take portal or carriage"
and a desk he never actually uses because it's too orderly and looks too nice to mess up
should all those mismatched patriotic and egotistical things look good together? no, no they should not. but do they?? fuck to the yes! our mans knows the importance of a colour scheme!
when you first walk in his quarters, it looks kind of like most of the others in alba, except with a few extra empty coffee mugs
but he HAS THOSE MOTHERFUCKING DETAILS
i don't know why i'm so invested in this i just fucking KNOW it's true
he's a neat freak. i feel like we all knew this.
there's a designated spot for everything, and don't you dare mess up the system
also if you drip water on his rug he will 100% throw your ass out onto the street
romantic headcanon
now, i'm almost exclusively romantically attracted to women, but i would marry voorhis and not just for the money
he definitely has a huge romantic streak that he really loves indulging. buying flowers, writing love letters, all of that, he genuinely enjoys it
yes, he's a busy man, but he makes the little moments count! he definitely bugs assire for a new xenovox like every week because he breaks them so often
morvran voorhis is a massive flirt. i will not be taking questions
i told myself i wouldn't work in my voorhis used to be a sex worker hc in this, but you know what he did and that's important to him!
the flirting is definitely an issue in relationships, especially with people who didn't know him before he was a commander.
i'm not saying he's two faced, he just has very distinct business and pleasure personas that he doesn't want to mix
he also sees relationships as fairly contractual. he gave those diplomats a little of ~this~ because it helped him succeed. somewhere along the way he began to enjoy the feelings of courting someone, but it was largely because he knows you're always better at work you enjoy.
ciri has called him out on it a few times... he was not happy
how dare you ask this man to be vulnerable he is a BOTTOM
but i honestly think that if there is someone he wants, he will make himself worthy of them. voorhis is nothing if not confident and determined, and i think those are more powerful than the massive daddy issues and praise kink
he really just puts in effort and concern to all aspects of a relationship
like dates? unreal
he always starts by going to the vegelbud estate, partly because he is desperate for his peers' approval and partly because he wants to see if this lucky person is a good match
he also knows all the places around the estate where wildflowers grow. i told you he's a romantic.
sex headcanon
i'm about to be incredibly gay on main oh good god jimmy don't read this please
ves is a dom and a top. acceptable titles include Sir, Master, or Lieutenant and you better fucking use them
ves definitely gets around. i mean, just look at her. the energy is immaculate and she knows what she's doing
overstim. just... one is not enough. shaking is not enough. begging is not enough. being completely fucked out and not even able to manage any words while sobbing? that might do. (with consent!)
not that ves doesn't love to hear some begging, she definitely does. it's just not going to motivate or demotivate her to do anything, she already has it all planned out
that plan includes hearing someone beg for her strap even as she's deep enough inside them they can feel it in their belly
good god i'm really exposing all my kinks
anyways let's keep it going!
she's an amazing rigger
not just in technique, she knows exactly when to be gentle versus firm and create art out of a body and some ropes
ves bites
just grabbing a handful of hair and tilting their head back so she can leave marks on their throat... mmhm yeah
i think she fucked geralt
like yeah you can have her fuck geralt in assassins of kings but i think she just did it anyway cause she was bored and smelled a bottom
he had a very good time
ves was eh
geralt's just far more submissive than ves's usual partners. i mean, she's used to handling 5 temerian guerillas. a singular witcher isn't even a challenge
surprisingly, she's quiet. spending 80% of her day within earshot of her father figure made this more of a necessity, but she can fashion an excellent gag for any parties who aren't worried about all of temeria hear them
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A Painting of You (Chapter 23)
The final chapter: Fireworks and Farewells
Emhyr x OC, F/M, Complete Work (finally!) Morvran Voorhis, Mererid, Peter Evertsen, Cinderella-ish, Forbidden Romance, Gardening,(I should put in more tags in the future)
Summary:
Sarah bids farewell and finally breaks this news to Emhyr. He did not take this well and makes an attempt to change her decision.
Notes:
This is the final chapter of A Painting of You. Took me several re-writes and re-reads... and more re-writing. I recommend listening to FF7 Interrupted by Fireworks OST when reading the balcony scene. Helps with feeling the mood of the story. Also the golden dragon firework is inspired by the movie, Lord of The Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring scene where the biggest firework is actually the dragon! The one Merry and Pippin stole.
The cool night breeze made Sarah’s skin tingle, ruffling her hair. She and Emhyr stood against the curved stone balustrade, waiting for the fireworks to start. Thankfully, the night was clear and stars dotted the sky. Not to be outdone by the stars, the moon shone brightly. A full moon.
The damn moon. Damn beacon! He must never know its existence.
Sarah leaned forward, placing her hands on the balustrades cold marble surface while ferreting how to best convey her departure. The wind carried the voices from the nobles below: Sarah couldn’t make out their conversations but from the sound of their laughter, they were excited and impatient for the fireworks to start.
She glanced at Emhyr with her eyes only. He was looking imperiously at the milling nobles on the garden square. The moonlight painted his skin with an ethereal pale blue light while shadows are formed by the angles of his face, giving the emperor an impressive chiseled appearance. Another detail to take note and- eventually- forget. Another jab to her heart.
Her attention settled on his bandaged hand and saw it was tied rather tight. Who did such a shoddy job? Sarah opened her hands.
“May I?”
“Hm?” Emhyr hesitated briefly before he allowed her to take his hand. Her slightly crimson-colored lips twisted in disapproval as she undid the knot on the back of his hand and unraveled the bandage. There was a bit of blood and a darkish brown tincture- iodine by the smell- staining the cloth. His wound, no bigger than her thumb, thankfully, no longer bled. Sarah left three inches of one end of the bandage dangling before winding the rest, then tied both ends.
“Flex your hand, sire. Make a fist. Does it feel comfortable? Even wounds need to breathe.”
“Thank you, Sarah. It does feel much better. Makes me regret not having you as my personal physician.”
Sarah’s cheeks reddened at the compliment. She took hold of his hand once more for a final inspection of her handiwork and noticed the scar from long ago. Her thumb grazed it, feeling the raised skin. “Amazing” she murmured. “It’s almost gone. Like the wound was never there.”
She did not notice Emhyr’s reaction to her touch- a short ragged breath. Emhyr turned his face away and something else caught his attention.
“Look over there, Sarah. Our tree is glowing.”
Indeed, even at this distance, she could see the ethereal glow of the Brokilon orchids.
Our tree
Another jab. The beacon was so close to being discovered that night. How many more painful reminders can she take?
A heaviness sat on her chest. Sarah, once more, assessed her decision for leaving. Hiding the beacon was the foremost reason. But lately, it was overtaken by an emotion rising when he is present. An emotion she still refuses to call by its true name, making each day a torment: the daydreaming, the pining, the ache in the knowledge that she could never do to him what his lovers could.
The voice of reason spoke within.
 If you are so determined to go through with your plans, then stop pussyfooting around! You are just prolonging your agony!
“Sarah?”
“Huh?”
“What troubles you? Is the celebration not to your liking?”
She forced herself to smile. It felt like having two weights dangling on the corners of her lips. “I haven’t been to a soiree in ages, sire. It is, by far, the best I’ve attended. And thank you…for making my last a night to remember.”
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bomberqueen17 · 3 years
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I spent yesterday doing a scorched-earth rewrite of a scene that hadn’t quite worked, as written. Thanks to @bittylildragon‘s useful feedback, I could see it wasn’t saying what I meant it to. So I did the hard version of editing, where you open a new window and have the original on one screen and the new in another and you copy-paste absolutely nothing, you just type it all over by hand. That’s the only way I can make myself really fix things.
So I did that, for the one scene-- 3k words-- and then the scene after it stood better on its own, another 1500 words, but to round out the chapter I have to wrap it up in another like 1-2k scene and literally nothing in that scene works either, so I have to scorched-earth rewrite it with new reconceptualizations of the logistics.
This is what I get, for trying to sum up a whole complicated backstory in flashbacks. This is exhausting!
It doesn’t help that this is for the Iorveth/Saskia thing, which as a rarepair is getting approximately half the attention of the Roche/Iorveth prequel. (I hope the Roche/Iorveth sequel regains some of the traffic of the prequel despite this interruption, I hadn’t realized how much that was bolstering me. It has been, though, even though I’ve been shit about replying, I love the things people say in their comments and I treasure them and shit has been Bad this summer/fall so it’s been real necessary.) I can’t blame people for not being so interested in rarepair stuff, but to be honest I’d vainly assumed Roche/Iorveth was a rarepair, LOL. And I’ve been spoiled by a lot of people willing to follow where I went, and thought more people would be excited about a threesome with a dragon. But Roche isn’t in it, and I guess people are holding out for that character tag! Well anyway, for those who’ve followed me down that rabbit hole, thanks, the next chapter is going to be an exquisitely-crafted doozy, if not porny, alas (I tried), and then the sequel after that is going to have the Roche/Iorveth dynamic everyone likes. (I’ve written a lot of it ahead while I’ve been stuck. There’s a snowball fight. I promise it’s good too.)
OH but Chapter 2 has a beloved video game character cameo. More than cameo! Buckle up for Eibhear Hattori feeding dumplings to Iorveth, W3 fans!
What about Ciri? y’all might ask, and thank you if you do ask. I’ve been stuck on the chapter after Morvran’s lil breakdown, in which it’s Geralt’s POV and he’s trying to figure out why Voorhis is having such a bad time at this boring dinner party. It’s going slowly but it is going. Once I get over that hump I think I can start to integrate the timeline of Trust-- but the Roche/Iorveth stuff is behind in the timeline so I’ve been doing more updates on that side to try to square them up.
(Pearls is set in like, February, and Peace-Tied was November, so. To get back to Trust, Very Dark Magic is set in like, March. It’s gotten rather complicated.)
Anyhoo that’s the state of the state there.
{oh. I could rewrite it one more time and punch up the complexity between Eibhear and Iorveth though. Iorveth has been a partisan and Eibhear a collaborator, and while each could respect the other as a survivor, surely each is going to resent the other-- Iorveth resenting Eibhear for never fighting, Eibhear resenting Iorveth for raising the level of violence in the conflict. It would be behind them, now, but that underlying tension... listen IDK if I can squeeze any more shit into this story.}
{Shit... now I’m plotbunnied...}
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Geralt shouldn’t have accepted the invitation but the idea was so tantalising he had to say yes. Two weeks at Castell Haul with Ciri and Emhyr, celebrating the first night of Yule half way through his stay. Of course he absolutely wanted to spend time with his daughter, that wasn’t the issue that made him consider staying his hand.
The issue was Emhyr.
Not because they didn’t get on, in fact they got on far better than anyone could have predicted. He’d even go so far as to say they were friends. That was fine, of course, he would even go so far as to say it was wonderful. What wasn’t wonderful was the fact that Geralt also found himself to be helplessly in love with Emhyr too. Objectively, he knew he shouldn’t love Emhyr with such intensity and passion but he couldn’t seem to help it. Emhyr was handsome and clever and when he looked at Geralt, it made Geralt feel like the most important person in the world.
Which was an issue. It really couldn’t be described as anything else.
Words: 9482  Chapters: 1/1  Language:  English
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
Relationship: Emhyr var Emreis/Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia
Characters: Emhyr var Emreis, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Morvran Voorhis, Mererid (The Witcher)
Additional Tags: oblivious Geralt, Soft Emhyr, holiday fic, Yule, courting, Fluff, Fun, Obvious Emhyr, Baking, like a lot of it, Dancing, Emhyr has Dogs, Getting Together, First Kiss, Happy Ending, Ciri Meddles but only a little bit, happy holiday fun, Musical Emhyr
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benisalilbitch · 4 years
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Anna henrietta, Morvran voorhis... my nilfgaardian baes
These past few days have been busy af, but I'm gonna try to clear as many asks as I can today! Thank you for your patience and thank you for asking for these Nilfgardian hotties.
I have already rated Anarietta, you can find her in the 'Ask me' tagged on my blog!
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Morvran Voorhis
Long hair, pale and dark circles? Love me some sick looking fucker. Will bang. 13/10
I admit I had to go back and watch a couple vids to remember who this hot guy was and I don't regret it. Morvran Voorhis just has something about him that I love and damn. Who interrogates a man while he's naked? I know I would and that's because I'm a slut and I love guys (and girls) and so is Morvran.
He is a very confident man, you need to be if you're gonna be shamelessly ogling a hot, naked witcher, and as I said, we stan confident people in this house. Morvran can definitely interrogate me anytime, provided he is also in a towel fresh from a bath and he can definitely watch me get dressed any time. Might even take him up on whatever suggestions he has, I'm sure he has very interesting ideas.
Morvran also knows how to ride and so does my slut Geralt, but he's had plenty of practice. I've only ridden a horse twice in my life (both very scary experiences), but I'm willing to ride Morvran every single day for the rest of my life without arguing. He's a very hot fucker and my whore ass just can't help it, I will totally give him whatever he wants.
What is it with Nilfgaardian people and their amazing hair and cool clothes? Emhyr, Anarietta and now this fucker? I'm just obsessed. I love him so much and I love the super chill vibe he gives. I can definitely see him more like a gentle dom. He know he's in control, but he also plays along and doesn't really care much about the rules. I don't think we've ever seen him angry in the game and that says a lot about him. He's a chill person who doesn't need to prove anything to anyone and that is just hot af for me.
I won't take Morvrans Voorhis offer for a horse race, but you bet your ass I'm not gonna need that Nilfgaardian saddle for the riding I'm gonna be doing.
Send me The Witcher 3 characters and I'll rate them along with my thot thoughts.
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alistairs · 7 years
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