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redainianbard​:

“Earth isn’t so different from the continent. Sure there are new kingdoms to learn about including this ‘Wales’ that we live in, although why anyone would name their kingdom after a large sea animal I don’t know” Jaskier smiled softly he didn’t know how to respond about Geralt, finding out that he was forgotten burned to the bard’s core, It killed him on the inside.

“Not solely yours, no.” Jaskier dipped his head

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Yennefer chuckled, having to steady her drink to stop it from spilling. It was one of the first actual laughs she had in a few weeks now. Jaskier had a penchant for making the smallest remarks the funniest (and the alcohol helped a little, too). Shaking her head, a little smile still on her mouth, she sighed. 

“Well, damn him! He’s done nothing but cause us strife since his stupid white-haired head popped back up. I say we try and make some happiness of our own. No witchers necessary.” It was a nice sentiment, and one Yennefer would love to hold onto, but when the alcohol cleared from her mind she would know that simply couldn’t work. But just for the night, she would hold onto it. She held her drink out to toast with him on it.

“Say what you will about this sphere-- their liquor far surpasses most of the grog you find on The Continent. I’ll give them that much,” Yennefer said before she took a sip of her fruity cocktail.

ofmvoonlight​:

Due to everything that had just taken place, Zelda was a little dizzy. And that was understandable. So many different faces, smells and voices. It would overwhelm just about anyone. Especially when you are not prepared. Meeting fans was something she loved but she would much rather have a meet up planned than to be rushed and cornered like this. Their heart was beating fast in their chest but the more they let the stranger guide them away from the crowd, the more safe she started to feel. 

Blinking a couple of times, Zelda looked at him and then cleared her throat. “I am not so sure. I feel a little lightheaded” they admitted and then cleared their throat. “Ah that? Those were my fans. I work as a model”

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There was something strangely familiar, being in their presence. It wasn't that Samwise thought knew her specifically, but looking at her gave that strange sort of tug in his chest— the one which always came about when a blurred memory of someone was dancing at the edge of his mind and wouldn't come into focus. They reminded him of someone he had forgotten. What an odd feeling.

This only caused the concern he had to grow. You could say what you would about Sam, but his heart was much bigger than most. 

“Ah, well you’ll have to forgive me. I don't really keep up with that sort— sorry, that's not important. You’re light headed? Do you need to sit down, or the café’s just up the street, we could get you some water or somethin’.”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　MERLIN  ft.  midna

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MERLIN WASN’T SURE IF HE SHOULD FEEL REASSURED OR WORRIED THAT SOMEONE ELSE BRUSHED OFF THE WARNINGS .  there were dangerous things in the forest , though he suspected most of those things were less dangerous than the town let on .  They were territorial , and honestly weren’t humans as well ?  ❝ It feels like a staple of humanity that they like to warn people away from everything , even if it’s not nearly as scary as they let on .  I’ve ran into a few nasty things in the forest , but not many .  Most things just like having their space . ❞

  OF COURSE , HE WAS ALSO A CREATURE OF MAGICK , and that tended to ease some of the tensions between him and other creatures .  They were attracted to eir magick , and more likely to let em into their space .

  ❝ IT IS NICE TO THINK ALONE , if you have a lot on you remind .  Is home far away for you ?  Or nearby ? ❞  Ey supposed that was the easiest way to phrase it .  There were people from worlds so unlike this one here , and others like him who were a bit closer .

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 Midna looked around the surrounding trees, not out of any anxiety, but simple awareness. Her eyes were best adjusted to the dark. She spotted birds in the trees, heard the sounds of creatures foraging and settling in their homes, and saw as the intermittent breeze blew about fallen leaves. To her, it was peaceful. She was glad that Merlin wasn’t disturbing the peace. “Fair enough I suppose. I understand wanting space, that's why I came out here after all.”

It took a moment for her to figure out an answer to eir question. It was a complicated one if she really thought about it. While she had been good with science classes with her tutors, she was far from an expert. “It's a little bit of both I think. It's far away, yet just under our nose all at once. To get straight to the point, my home is the realm of shadows. A parallel one to the world of light.” 

To demonstrate, she moved her hand, and one of the shadows that previously was in the shape of the small bush casting it, turned into the shape of a big dog, then a bird, then the fox that they had both been looking at. She smiled faintly at the shapes before letting them seep back to their original form. Perks of being the Twilight’s ruler. Midna shook her head as she looked back to Merlin, “But I can’t seem to slip back into the world of shadows since I got here.” She smiled then, wanting to dispel the subtle wave of sadness. “What about you? Are you from this Earth or from someplace else?”

wickedpotions​:

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ZSASZ DID UNDERSTAND THAT, VERY VERY WELL.  ❝ i was trained to adapt in the moment to things going wrong.  Things still are un-saveable at times, but I understand what you mean.  You can’t plan for everything, and even if you do, the universe is chaotic and things will still go wrong. You just need to adjust and fix where you’re going. ❞

HE WATCHED HER CAREFULLY PICK OUT A BLADE AND BALANCE IT.  yes, she did know exactly what she was doing.  Which was good.  The short swords didn’t get sold often, as they required a good bit of training.  The people who did buy them, Zsasz suspected, just wanted to have a sword.  But he liked having them in stock, if even just to have them here.  

HE SQUINTED AT THE ONE SHE HELD IN HER HAND, going through the catalog in his head.  ❝ That one is from one of the makers I contact in France.  They specialize in swords, though I am only interested in the short ones.  It’s a bit utilitarian, I know, but I’m sure you understand that they aren’t super popular here. ❞

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Fingers roving the hilt of the blade, the mage looked to him, a little glimmer of intrigue still in her eye. “It's good.” She played with the grip of it for a moment before continuing, “It's good to know that somebody else around here has a decent head on their shoulders… or perhaps it's concerning. Either way, you’re one of a small few I’ve met here that could say they’ve got a brain and not come out of it looking idiotic.”

She hadn’t necessarily meant it as a compliment, more a statement of observation. Yennefer knew stupid. She had worked for her fair share of stupid for decades, and he simply wasn’t it. 

“Well, I think this one suits me well. Hopefully, I shan’t need use of it, but you can never be too careful,” Yennefer set the blade down on the counter again.

picturedspells​:

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Catra blushed bright red at Midna’s giggle, feeling even more embarrassed, but xe hoped the dark of the night before them hid xir flushed cheeks. Xe cleared xir throat, trying not to let it get to xem.

“That does sound beautiful,” xe said, once the embarrassment had faded a bit. “People who are afraid of the dark are usually not the best ones to take judgement from anyway.”

Catra swallowed, not making eye contact as Midna became more serious. “Yeah, I’ve got… I’ve got my Adora back home. I mean- my girlfriend,” they said. “I mean, there’s friends too, I guess. Her friends sort of accepted me into their-” Catra made a face, clearly showing her disdain for the words they were about to say “best friend squad. But Adora’s the one I want to get back to the most. She’s…” everything to me.

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Midna shrugged off xer comment. At this point, she couldn’t, or wouldn't, judge people who were scared of the dark. It was natural in Hylians and humans alike. She supposed it could’ve been part of the curse the goddesses put on her people so long ago— to not only cast them out, but to make everyone afraid. She didn’t like that notion.

“That's a pretty name,” Midna replied softly. “She sounds like a wonderful person. Missing her must… I know what its like to miss someone like that.”

She didn’t say anything else for a little while, her hands playing with the soft fabric of her skirt. “I won’t say it gets easier, because it doesn't. But you learn how to cope. Funny enough, this place brought me back to the person I was missing, so maybe it’ll bring her here for you too.”

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Samwise’s Intro

I think I just saw Samwise Gamgee (he/him, cis man, 39). he’s a canon character from lord of the rings. have you heard he remembers most things from his previous life? he appeared here in June 2021 after having a quiet night in with his partners in bag-end. now he’s working as the owner of the Dwarven Nursery. still, he does have that heart of gold, summer rain shower, green-thumb vibe about him.

[allen leech. more information at bottom of post]

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“But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer.”

--The Lord of the Rings, The Two Towers

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Can you tell me your name?

“Samwise Gamgee, but my friends call me Sam

Where are you from?

“Hobbiton-- that's in the West Farthing of the Shire

What’s the last thing you remember?

“I was just finishing the washing up after dinner [post returning from the quest]-- talking to Rosie and Frodo you see. I think... oh doesn’t matter.

We have a history of memory loss here. Do you feel as if you may be missing some memories?

“I wager there are some things missing. There's a lot that's fuzzy.

Have you found a job here in Sallow Hills?

“I took up running the Dwarven Nursery. I’ve always enjoyed working with greenery.

What was the strangest thing you saw before arriving here?

“I think its best not to talk about it.

What traits would your friends give to you?

“Brave, I think. Eager to learn, but not always to act. Levelheaded.

Is there anything else you would like to say?

“My old Gaffer always said ‘keep your nose out of trouble, and no trouble will come to you.’ I try to live by that.

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Find a mini bio, personal details, connections, and other details on the muse page here

[midna] [river] [yennefer]

ofmvoonlight​:

Normally he wasn’t this nervous around someone. But then again he didn’t really try and seek out conversation with other people, no he mostly tried to stay in the shadows. But not when it came to Yennefer. No when it came to her all he wanted to do was stand in the sunlight and be seen for the first time in forever. He didn’t want to just exist anymore. He wanted to actually live. 

“Ah yes yes the memory thing” Geralt rolled his eyes at himself as he looked at his phone. “Tell me your number and I will write it down as a contact. I will take a picture of you and use it as my contact picture. In a way I will remember you the second I call you” he smiled.

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Exhaling a laugh, Yennefer looked away for a moment. This felt so childish, so monumentally stupid. What were they doing? What did they hope to accomplish here? She hadn’t a clue where this could go, nor what she could do. Seeing Geralt like this was worse than if he was stuck on another sphere. At least he wouldn’t look at her like that, making her feel sick with every sweep of his gaze. 

She gave him her number, and looked him over again. An unnatural wall was between them, and she wanted for naught more than to knock it down. 

The sun was beginning to lower, casting golden rays on the back of her head, highlighting the dark curls of hair that tumbled down her shoulders. It lit his eyes too, which made her silently curse herself for not having the guts to look away for long. She could be a foolish woman.  “I hope you know, I don’t do this sort of thing often.”

redainianbard​:

Jaskier chuckled, “Judging on how we met, I thought I’d be dead by now and it is quite surprising how that has turned around. Quite recently, I might add and honestly it’s so much easier to get along with you when i’m drunk”. The bard picks up his lute and starts to pick the strings gently and with precision, although fumbling on a couple of notes as the spirits he’s been drinking go to his head. “Fuck, this shit used to be easy”

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Nodding in amused agreement, the mage lifted her cup a bit in a silent toast to the sentiment, before she took a little drink. “What can I say, bard? I’m full of surprises.”

She watched him play with the instrument, snorting a little laugh each time he messed up the notes. She knew he was talented at it, even if she would never tell him as much. “So much for being a professional. Or maybe you simply cant handle your liquor.” She was teasing, but she wasn’t really one to talk as she could barely handle it herself. “Are you going to make everyone suffer through another tune, or are you feeling merciful on my ears?”