Yennefer Of Vengerberg | Details. 

ofmvoonlight​:

Zelda knew the risks when they decided to pursue modeling. They knew that their life would change and that privacy no longer would exist in their world. It was all rather tragic. But it had gotten worse and worse by each passing day. In the beginning of living here things had been pretty calm due to Zelda just starting off this career path. But now that they had lived here for a while and have made a name for herself, things had quickly changed. Some days they could go to the store and not be surrounded. But there were days, like this one for instance, when they didn’t really have a choice in the matter. 

It started with maybe ten people and then it escalated into thirty. Truth be told, Zelda had lost count and now it felt like they were drowning out at sea. No one seemed to care however. They must think; it’s her own fault. She is a celebrity, she knew what she signed up for. 

It was close minded and it was cruel. No one deserved to lose their humanity just because of the job they have. And being a model shouldn’t really be that big of a deal but guess they were wrong. They didn’t want to change career path, of course not. But maybe they should listen to their boss about getting security. Back home in Hyrule, they had been isolated from the rest of the world. But here? Here she could be free. And she didn’t want to lose that. So they would just have to come up with a deal. 

They had about given up when it came to getting help when they heard someone speak up. Their eyes widened when they saw a kind looking man hold out his hand to them. Taking it without hesitation, they let out a sigh of relief.

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Pulling on the hand clasped to his, Sam managed to tug the stranger through the crowd. He kept her close until they were a ways away from the mess of people. He had vaguely remembered doing something similar with someone close to him before, but the specifics of memory felt intangible (as many of them did these days), so he gave up on the train of thought for the time being. 

When it was safe, Sam let go of her hand. He looked at her, concern etched into his brow. “You alright, miss? Seemed like quite the fuss. What’s that all about, if you don’t mind me asking?”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  REMUS && SAMWISE

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REMUS REALIZED THAT UNLESS SAM HAD BEEN IN TOWN FOR A WHILE THINGS LIKE SCI-FI MIGHT NOT MAKE SENSE TO HIM.  he hoped the sentiment at least got across, even if the exact words didn’t.  It was an issue in many worlds - the Wizarding World included.  Why were mermaids ‘humanoid’?  Why were humans the centerfold?  ❝ I can understand that.  I feel like people get stuck in the idea that it’s fiction, so even if they were in the story it’d all work out.  They don’t process that it can be far harder if it was reality. ❞

HE CHUCKLED AT SAM’S WORDS, NODDING ALONG.  ❝ yeah, my father is - coping with my choices in life.  Even if it’s not the path he’d hoped for myself. ❞  His father had meant well, he knew.  Even if it had brought him pain and disappointment as well.  ❝ Well you know the newspaper? I just make sure everything there is grammatically correct and technically smooth.  I’ve been helping a couple reporters with their stories and making sure they get actually published. ❞

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Everyone he met in Sallow Hills had their own specialty, and each in turn were fascinating to Sam. He hadn’t met anyone that worked at the town paper before now, but now that he looked Remus over, he could see how he was the sort to like writing. He very nearly reminded the Hobbit of Frodo with his curly hair and in his kindly-yet-hesitant demeanor. 

“I do know the paper! Read every issue, in fact. Sounds fascinating, and I’m sure you’re right good at it. Doesn’t matter what your parents say, long as you’re happy,” he smiled. Sam was lucky, he had a good mum, and an amazing dad, but he wasn’t daft enough to think that was the case for everyone. “Well Remus, if that's all I can do for ye today, I hope those plants work out for ye, but you know where to find me if they don’t.” 

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　IVY  ft.  samwise

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IVY HAD NO QUALMS WITH SECRET , ALIEN , OR DANGEROUS PLANTS .  obviously , since she spent so much time in the locked room .  She was also trying to regrow her precious giant Dionaea muscipula here in Sallow Hills .  But it did have her intrigued .  Was this going to be a plant she’d never met before ?  Was it something that people just weren’t overly common with but that she knew well ?  A dying species ?  

   SHE STOPPED WHEN SAM DID , eyes wondering over to the plants .  They looked horrendous .  Drooping and dull in color , but she could see how beautiful they would be at their peak .  Star shaped petals that would be a brilliant yellow , strong stalks of vibrant green .  They were crying though , and Ivy’s heart ached for them .  If it was anyone else , she would’ve spun on the owner with harsh words and maybe a poisoned nick .  But she knew how careful Sam was , and this was just a difficult issue .

   ❝ Magic is what some people would call it and I don’t mind the term .  I’m connected with something we call The Green in my world .  It’s an elemental force , I suppose similar to a God .  It has power over all vegetation , giving them life and power .  I was given a connection to the Green which allows me to commune with plants , grow them , manipulate them . ❞  She wasn’t sure if she wanted to explain HOW she’d gained this ability , exactly .  It wasn’t a light hearted discussion .  ❝ I believe I have this ability because I , myself , am part plant . ❞

   SHE REACHED OUT , running her fingers over the plants .  They weren’t as receptive as terran-plants , but she suspected they could tell she wanted to help and reached back out to her due to that .  ❝ I think there’s a nutrients missing .  Something from their native world that isn’t in this soil . ❞

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The first part of Ivy’s explanation made sense. Or as much sense as it could to Sam. Some people simply had magical abilities, ranging from broadly anything to very specific topics. It wasn’t until she said she was ‘part plant’ that he became truly perplexed. She looked human, acted human, felt human... but she wasn't-- by her own admission. He would have to let it go. There were worse and stranger things in the world, many of which he had dealt with himself, so knowing someone who was part plant would just have to go on the list of strange things he had encountered.

“So, you do so well with the plants because you... talk to them?” he asked, wanting to make sure that's what he heard. “And these ones tell you what they’re missing something? Can they say what it is?” He was eager and nervous at the same time. He wanted these little flowers to blossom so badly, it didn't matter how much time, effort, or money he had to pour into it. 

shallowmagics​:

— *•̩̩͙   c. & yennefer wilczynski  •̩̩͙* —

━━━━━━━━━    *•̩̩͙ ♔ •̩̩͙*　 ━━━━━━━━━

Ciri pressed herself further into Yennefer, as if a simple embrace would be enough to quiet her mind, make her forget about being in a strange land with no one from home around here. Well, close to no one. Having Yennefer here with her was one of the best possible outcomes. She hadn’t allowed herself to hope her family would come, not with the aftermath of Cintra still fresh in her mind. That loneliness was still carved deep into her chest.

Yennefer being here, with her, stoked that hope within her. Ciri wouldn’t wish for more, she didn’t know if she could allow herself to wish for more of her family to come. It was dangerous. That one, terrible night had taught her so.

Ciri blinked back tears as she stared up at Yennefer, a watery smile gracing her face. “I thought I was going to be alone.” Again. Ciri felt her unspoken words would be too harsh, would cause this fragile moment between the two to break. “I can’t remember a thing after leaving Kaer Mohren after I-“ Destroyed it, killed the men I believed to be my family. Disappointed Geralt even though he would never say it. “-after everything. I know something happened, I know it. I just can’t remember.”

She didn’t deserve Yennefer being so understanding, so kind to her. Not after Yenn had to help clean up Ciri’s mess while she had laid there shivering, exhaustion and revulsion fighting for the dominant emotion in her body. 

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There were very few people Yennefer truly cared about. When she was a girl, she had locked her heart safely away, and kept it far from reach. It would protect her from getting hurt; it would keep her safe. Over the years, slowly, surely, she had built herself a little family. Her little family. To have even part of it back... she couldn’t be more grateful.

Maybe it wasn’t the exact Ciri she had been waiting for, but it was her daughter nevertheless, and that was all that she cared about. She cupped the girl’s face in her hand, gently swiping her thumb over her cheek. A wobbly smile on her face, Yennefer placed a kiss in the center of her forehead.

“You’re not alone, now. I'm here, and I wont leave you. Not ever,” she said softly, with a reassuring look. “Don’t fret over any of that my dear. Its past, and far away. No need to dwell on it for the time being.”

She knew what Ciri meant, of course, but Yennefer would never hold anything over Ciri. Exhaling, Yen adjusted Ciri’s jacket in the way that only doting mothers can manage. “You should go get your bag. It won’t do you good to lose your things. Where are you staying? Do you- do you need some place to stay? I’d rather not be apart from you anymore.” 

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I wonder if people will ever say, ‘Let’s hear about Frodo and the Ring.’ And they’ll say 'Yes, that’s one of my favorite stories. Frodo was really courageous, wasn’t he, Dad?’ 'Yes, my boy, the most famousest of hobbits. And that’s saying a lot.' 

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⌘Midna Twili Open Starter⌘

Okay, admittedly, Midna didn’t entirely know what she was doing at first. While ruling a realm and being mayor had a lot of overlap in duties and expertise, they surely had their differences. For one, she had to teach herself how to campaign. A whole complicated mess of papers and advertising and public appearances.

Midna wasn’t dumb enough to go in completely blind. She spent a good few days researching it all in the library and via her new laptop. After a while, she felt as if she had a decent footing on the concept, so she decided that she would indeed run for office. She felt like she could do some good for this dreary place, and if worse came to worse, she would have had a fun time along the way.

That's how Midna found herself campaigning in the park under a tiny pop up tent to block off the sun. It was a nice day, which hopefully meant lots of walkers to hand fliers to.

As someone approached, Midna tucked her shoulders back, threw on a pretty smile, and held out a little metal circle in their direction, “Morning! Do you have a second to talk about our mayoral campaign? Want a button?”

picturedspells​:

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Dorcas grinned at him, happy to receive the compliment. “Well, I’d say magic does help me do my job efficiently. Some things do take more time of course, more serious injuries and illnesses, but a simple prick like this, well-” She shrugged. “No problem at all, and I’m happy to be of service.”

Dorcas listened to him speak.

“It really is fascinating,” she agreed. She glanced at the door, not wanting to cut their conversation short, but knowing she really should get back to work and fill out the necessary paperwork for Sam’s visit… but then again, it wasn’t very busy today, so what’s the harm of staying a little extra longer to chat with one of her favorite literary figures? It wasn’t every day you got to talk to somebody from Middle Earth. 

“What’s magic like where you’re from?” she asked, knowing the answer but eager to hear about it from someone who had actually witnessed it.

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Samwise was more than happy to stay and chat for a while. He was always content to chatter on for as long as anyone would let him. He rested his newly fixed hand back in his lap, thinking how to answer Dorcas’ question.

“Magic is something the wizards and fair elves use. I haven't seen either of those over here, well not yet. There were originally five wizards that came to middle earth from the undying lands. There's only two left now. And few of the fair elves remain too. The magic is breathtaking. Beautiful.” He didn't want to bring up the darker parts of magic he had seen. The business with the war of the ring was heavy, and this was not the time nor place to bring it up, especially to a stranger. “I like seeing it being used more commonly here, though. As I said before, its stunning.”

velvetcoatsandbrillianthopes​:

They knew they were failing at keeping themselves entirely in check. River had made that difficult for a very long time. They could see things flickering through that devastatingly clever mind, she had always been so very clever, and they forced themself to take a deep breath and still their hearts. 

“What do you do for work?” They couldn’t help the question, wanting to know what River did when she didn’t know them, didn’t travel the universe and time. “I see, I have plenty of all of that. Would you prefer Oriental? Mediterranean? Classic British? A mixture of any and everything that just catches your eye?” 

They watched her step closer and resisted the urge to close that distance. River had been one person they hadn’t wanted space from in many years. A slow smile spread over their face, a little sad at the edges in the way so many of the Doctor’s smiles were when faced with one of their losses. “Hello, River. I’m The Doctor,” they introduced as they accepted her hand.

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There was an odd feeling creeping over her. River didn’t understand it, and she hated things she didn’t understand. She was the type to keep digging at a mystery until she found the explanation she was looking for (at least she thought as much– the amnesia made feelings and reactions a little confusing for her at times).

“Really? Your name is just ‘The Doctor’? It's an interesting one I’ll give you that. It's lovely to make your acquaintance.. I work at the secondary school– year eight history and advanced history,” she returned the smile, though her own was much more cheery.

It was only then River realized that she hadn’t let go of their hand. She dropped it quickly, flustered, and that creeping feeling found itself a home and settled in the pit of her stomach. Oh god. Her students must be rubbing off on her, as she suddenly understood it: she fancied the bloody shopkeep. Trying her best to not come across as a socially awkward freak, River replied with an easy, “I’m definitely the anything and everything sort.”

The way she said it, and the little smirk pulling at her mouth, made it sound much dirtier than simply buying antiquities.

“I like a bit of character in a piece, a bit of story. With my job, it's probably no surprise when I say I like older pieces, but I’m open to whatever you think I would like, Doctor,” she supplied, hopeful they would have a few things that fit the bill.

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  ZSASZ OPEN STARTER

ZSASZ  WAS  WHISTLING  AS  HE  MOVED  THROUG  THE  STORAGE  ROOM,  COLLECTING  ITEMS  THAT  NEEDED  TO  BE  MOVED  TO  THE  FRONT.    he  only  had  a  month  left  of  florence  tenners  following  him  around.    A  month  and  he  could  go  back  on  his  weekly  (if  not  daily)  Revenant  hunts  without  asking  Armes  (the  horrible  woman)  for  permission.    Tenners  had  to  be  excited  too.    Him  and  his  partner  had  to  be  tired  of  trading  off  from  watching  him.    They’d  gotten  lazy  the  last  month  and  change,  as  well.    Holidays  did  that  for  people.    

HE  GRABBED  A  BOX  OF  HUNTING  KNIVES,  lugging  it  out  to  the  main  area  of  the  shop.    Kai,  his  dragon,  excitedly  jumped  off  the  counter  and  twisted  around  his  ankles.    Zsasz  titled,  just  slightly,  to  avoid  Kai,  and  one  of  the  knives  fell  out  of  the  box.    ❝Mind  grabbing  that?    I’d  rather  not  put  down  this  box  until  I’m  at  the  knife  display,❞  he  called  out  to  the  person  he’d  clocked  by  the  small  clothing  rack.

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Yennefer was surprisingly used to being thrown headfirst into lands that were wholly unfamiliar and not her own. That wasn’t the issue. The issue stemmed from her isolation from the familiar. This world, Earth, was too different from what she knew for her to feel comfortable in being alone there. With no assurance that her Chaos would continue to work as it should, and no head over heels witcher ready to hop to her defense at a moment's notice, she knew that secondary protection was her best bet. 

Approaching Hills Hunting, she tightened the belt of her black woolen coat as if that would somehow serve to warm her up. Though she was dressed in layers of beautifully made black and white pieces of clothing, the chill in the air was still seeping into her bones. Luckily for her, the interior of the shop was much warmer than the outdoors. 

She had only been in the shop for a moment before she watched as the shopkeeper entered from the back. She watched as a blade fell from the box he was carrying, and gave a little nod at the request. It wasn’t until she was halfway down that she registered what it was that had caused him to stumble. A dragon!? A fucking dragon. One that looked all too similar to– no. She would think about him later. Not now. This town would be the death of her aching heart.

She tore her eyes away from the little beast, and walked the knife over to the display, holding it out to him in a way that wouldn’t slice either of them in the passing off. “You know, it's not particularly professional for shop owners to have such a loose grip on weaponry when customers are present.”