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luckheist · 1 year
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and finallyyyyyy... even though i'm probably forgetting something
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monstrumdei · 2 years
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(   𝐁𝐖.   )        It’s raining outside of the liquor store. Big drops of water falling from the sky, washing all the dirt from Fabletown’s street, hitting the store’s windows. Bigby sighs, as he gives his last money in the hands of the store’s owner. What is left of the money, he uses to buy another pack of huff n’ puffs, the worst and cheaper cigarettes in that place. Huff n’ puffs are so bad that they can actually help Bigby to block unwanted scents off his nose, a habit he acquired all these years in that damned town. 
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                                Before leaving the store, he sighs as watching the rain falling from the sky., only to catch a familiar scent with that powerful nose of his. He turns his back, only to take a look on a certain figure, which he believed that stayed behind decades, bringing back memories of the homelands and of another certain someone who changed at least a bit of his monstrous soul. If he ever had one.  ❝ These top-shelf shit liquors costs an arm and a leg.    ❞ He approached, slowly, a bit suspicious even. 
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jamesbondtm · 2 years
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💬 dialogue starters || accepting || @zagubionywilk​
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   ❝ There'll be plenty more before this is over. ❞
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humilemvatisaa · 3 years
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@zagubionywilk​ liked for a short starter!
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The bard hummed a bit, clearly thinking about something for a moment before he spoke. “If I ever thought about going back to Lettenhove, what would you think? Not that I necessarily am, but if I did.” He’d been curious, incredibly so.
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martiove · 3 years
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W tej chwili jesteś czystym chaosem. Chcesz leku i popełniasz błąd za błędem.
Wiedźmin (Netflix)
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intothewildsea · 3 years
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@zagubionywilk​
Had Geralt told her that she didn’t have to travel out to Corvo Bianco to see him? Yes.
Was she doing it anyways? Also yes.
After arriving, it didn’t take her too long to find Geralt. He was outside in the vineyard, seemingly inspecting his plants, back turned to her. She couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him.
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“Those grapes must be very interesting!” she called out. It was difficult to resist teasing him, with how stiff in concentration he seemed to be.
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sapphiretrickster · 3 years
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@zagubionywilk​ asked: “you know you can die from that?”
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                She stops abruptly, staring at the berries in her hand and then over her shoulder to the source of the voice speaking to her. “Really?” Her eyebrows knit, dropping the berries on the ground and cleaning her hands off in her skirt as she makes a disgusted face. “How do you know that? They looked normal to me, I thought-- do a lot of people die around here?”
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gentledeaths-arc · 3 years
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@zagubionywilk​ .   ♡ .    𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒 & 𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐓.
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𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒  !      ‘ and what makes you think i’m going to be able to do anything about her death? ’
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@zagubionywilk​          SAID   //   “  i’m not gonna hurt you. i’m just here to help.  ” ( @ yenna )      →   yennefer of vengerberg.
big,   lilac   eyes   eyes   watched   the   witcher   in   front   of   her.   SHE   DID   NOT   TRUST   HIM   AT   ALL,   eyes   narrowed   by   his   words         &&.      shaking   her   head.   black   hair   moving   along   with   her   movements,   gracefully   falling   over   her   shoulders   when   she   stopped.   ‘’   OH   REALLY   ??   ‘’   she   asked,   tone   was   harsh.   she’d   heard   people   telling   her   they   wanted   to   help   -                        but   they   all   ended   up   failing   her.   yennefer   sighed   and   crossed   her   arms.   ‘’   and   how   do   you   think   you   can   help   me,   hmm   ??   ‘’
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betterdcyz · 3 years
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@zagubionywilk asked:  🎃 ,w,  /  Send ‘Trick or Treat!  🎃’ to my inbox and I’ll give you a treat! This could be: a promo graphic, icons, an aesthetic graphic of your muse, a drabble, a photoset of our muses together, a moodboard based on one of our threads, or some other goodie! Happy Halloween!  Let’s celebrate!
Here you go!  A promo for your Geralt!  I hope you like it! ❤
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asynjja · 3 years
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@zagubionywilk​ sent,  taps fingers together 🐱 ――   adopting furbabies together,  no longer accepting!
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          She’d never quite seen Roach being this restless during a stormy night,   never so difficult to calm down ――   even Geralt’s oldest tricks wouldn’t work and she’d just continue barking at the door separating them in their motel room from the violent weather outside.   Eventually, they heard it too ――   that subtle scratching and whimpering,   and when she finally opened the door just a tiny crack,   a soaked Bee jolted inside.   ( Named after the way she’d run through the entirety of the room, stopping only and not voluntarily when bumping against Roach. )   Separation was not possible afterwards;   throughout the entirety of the night,   the small golden cat would lie curled underneath Roach’s chin and Roach curled around her.   Her favourite hobbies now that everything has settled include sitting on Roach’s back,   getting jealous when Geralt is given kisses and she is not,   and biting Geralt’s hair   ( and anyone else’s, really ).   She’s still terrified of storms and sleeping anywhere that isn’t by Roach’s side isn’t an option at all.   ( They tried. Not even a picture of Roach nearby suffices. )
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strngher-archived · 3 years
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@zagubionywilk​  asked :   ‘  i think i broke again last night  ’ 
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◤✦ 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘 & 𝗨𝗡𝗨𝗦𝗨𝗔𝗟 ✦◢                 ❝ it’s  still  last  night ,  my  love ... ❞  soft  footsteps  crossed  the  room  towards  the  WITCHER ,  violet  eyes  adjusting  to  the  darkness  before  stopping  near  a  lantern  to  give  her  straining  sight  a  REPRIEVE .  the  wounds  were  still  FRESH .  the  scars  left  on  her  heart  would  never  heal  but  one  day  the  wounds  would  close ...  of  that  she  was  certain .  hadn’t  time  always  healed  all  wounds ?  why  should  the  loss  of  a  child  be  any  different ?  they  had  fought  hard  and  well  but  it  had  not  been  enough .  though ...  perhaps  she  had  expected  that .  perhaps  that  was  what  had  allowed  her  to  sleep ,  allowed  her  to  go  about  her  day  and  her  LIFE  with  some  semblance  of  normality  despite  the  pain  that  tore  through  her  soul .  or  perhaps  she’d  grown  so  used  to  TRAGEDY  that  she  had  become  cold ,  numb ,  towards  it . 
yennefer  drew  nearer  to  him ,  hands  reaching  to  rest  firmly  on  his  shoulders  before  arms  wound  around  his  neck  from  behind  and  she  dipped  to  rest  her  cheek  against  his  head .  COMFORT  was  a  stranger  but  for  geralt  she  would  try .  ❝ you’re  allowed  to  break ,  geralt .  the  loss  you’ve  suffered  after  fighting  for  so  long ...  it’s  to  be  expected . ❞  lips  brushed  the  top  of  his  head  and  eyes  closed ,  FIGHTING  the  tears  that  threatened  to  fall  at  the  thought .  ❝ they  STOLE  our  daughter .  there  is  always  going  to  be  some  measure  of  broken  left  behind  by  that .  but  we  will  keep  fighting .  for  her .  i  can  assure  you  that  one  day ...  they’ll  pay  for  what  they’ve  done . ❞ 
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cordysep · 3 years
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@zagubionywilk said: it’s been a while.
joel once told her there were dozens like her. there were a few years where she believed that - that there were people like her. that there were people who lived a different life to them - no darting under fallen cabinets, or hauling rubble out from underneath a crushed door frame, and schooling your breath until you can’t hear the crrrrrrkkkkk of a clicker in your ear like it’s your own fucking heartbeat.
(she stopped believing him when they stopped talking about a cure. it was shelved under the dust - there is no stopping this, or going back to normal - fuck, she doesn’t know normal from her own ass, and those old movies joel used to watch when it was cold and dark outside are nothing short of utopian.)
      that’s all gone now. none of it matters.
the rain’s pretty fucking heavy but at least it masks the scuff of her shoes. seattle feels like it’s two inches of rain away from flooding entirely, and the wet toe of her sock somehow feels like the only thing keeping her grounded. that and dina. fuck, dina. (she can hear how sick she’s becoming. she can hear the way she stands less of a chance the longer they’re away from home. she needs help, and, well - it’s not exactly the right place for a baby.)
      the door closes behind her and she pushes the weight of a chair and a couple heavier cabinets against it, and just stops in the silence. okay. right. it’s been a while.
     “what are you doing here?”
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intothewildsea · 2 years
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Living with Geralt at the vineyard was strange, at first, but Niamh had grown to adore her new home. She happily helped tend to the vineyard and had found a little spot to start a small garden. She was planting seeds, having finally finished breaking ground and tilling the soil.
She pushed back some loose hair with her forearm and sat back on her knees, surveying her work. She still had a little ways to go. Something else caught her eye, though, and she grinned.
“Geralt!”
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trustinginthelight · 3 years
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Opening the door to her temporary abode, Visenna would freeze at the sight of the white haired witcher before her. This time, the reunion didn’t come nearly as delayed as the last. She could still recall his features at this stage. It did little to ease the anxiety that seized up her body,  however, having her past in her face all over again. 
She’d done everything within to keep them from finding one another again, and yet here they were. Visenna wondered if he’d sought her out, or if this was merely by coincidence. Either was a distinct possibility. People linked by destiny always found each other.
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“What are you doing here?” She struggled to keep her expression even. To keep her hands from trembling, her right hand reached out for the wrist of her left and squeezed. 
“You-- ... you should go. I can give you medicines you may need, if you were merely searching out a healer,”
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gentledeaths-arc · 3 years
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@zagubionywilk​ said ‘ ❤ + reverse uno so yourself uwu ‘   ( LET ME COMPLIMENT YOU. ACCEPTING. )
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um, ackshually . . . 
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MILES !  i know that things have been super hard as of late so i wanted to be sure that you got some love on the TL too <3 being able to connect with you so early on has been such a treat because you put such PASSION into everything you do. your writing is so well-done and your concepts are genuinely intriguing - the characters you bring to the TL are so awesome because they aren’t concepts that i personally would think about writing, so i get to see interpretations and ideas from a really awesome and creative mind.
your enthusiasm makes me smile, even if i dont have the energy to match your positivity and care all the time - i hope you know that i’m always reading everything you send and write me with a goofy little smile on my face even if i’m laid up in bed exhausted or brain dead. to know there’s someone out there who cares about me enough to just send me things because i’m on their mind is so sweet <3 i hope that school goes super well for you and that everything gets wrapped up on your end. i’m looking forward to all our future threads and our dnd campaign so that i get to see more of that awesome and creative mind of yours! :)
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