@endlxssnights​ @ofmvoonlight​

endlxssnights​:

If Link told himself that the cold was normal, he was back on Snowpeak, he found it bearable. Pretending to be back at home was the one thing that calmed him now. After Zelda was attacked by that monster, he no longer felt safe in this world. Link had failed the goddesses. When it had mattered, he wasn’t there to protect her. Hyrule was fraught with danger, world ending scenarios were nothing but common. But it was home. It was predictable. Link had never failed, because he had never grown complacent.

He couldn’t hate this place, only the way it had made him. Even as a child he retained a sense of awareness. Who could have figured that a town full of monsters, ones even living alongside humans, would be what made Link grow soft of all things.

Some Hero he was.

Hatred of this town ran deep within him, to the point where it took Link longer than usual to turn towards the person shouting. Not by much, of course. Helpful instincts died hard, apparently. The moment he turned, he had an armful of ginger. His hands closed of their own accord around her. He would go with it. Until-

I told you I’d see you again. 

No.

The mirror had been destroyed, he had watched it with his own two eyes. Even if she had managed to travel over to this world, wouldn’t it be part of the Twilight Realm?

“Midna.”

This was a dream. It was a dream that Link never wanted to wake up from. Then Midna was saying something so ridiculously Midna it couldn’t be anything but. He laughed, only to keep himself from crying.

‘That’s because I have a job. Like a normal person.’ The Hylian signs, ones he hadn’t used in years, came back to him slowly. Link still wasn’t sure if he was using the ones from the right time period, but she would know. ‘You should try it sometime. It’s nice.’

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Had he not needed his hands for a sorry attempt at Hylian signing, Midna wouldn't have let go. The way he said her name made her heart leap, having wished to hear him call to her for over five years now. 

She had selfishly wanted him back from the moment they parted. Though she knew it was the right choice to shatter the mirror, it didn’t mean it was the easy one. 

Midna was laughing with him— the light, taunting giggle that seemed only reserved for when she was taking the piss out of Link. “First of all, your grammar is awful. Second, I’ll have you know that I do have a job, thank you very much. Have you forgotten about the whole princess business, or do I slip your mind too easily after a few years?”

A cold hand moved to hold his face, she took a moment to look him over. He was so familiar, yet… it didn’t take a genius to see the exhaustion etched into his face. 

Something was slightly off between them, but she couldn’t tell exactly what it was. Her heart felt like it would beat right out of her chest, so she did the only sensible thing, and hugged him again in an attempt to ground herself in the moment. Her lip quivered as her chin settled on his shoulder, and Midna bit down on it to stop herself from crying. She was with Link. She had never thought she would see him again despite what she had assured him before she went. 

“Link?” she asked after a moment. “We aren’t in Hyrule, no?”

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?”

shallowmagics​:

— *•̩̩͙   c. & yennefer wilczynski  •̩̩͙* —

The lock of the door made a soft click as Ciri stepped inside, not daring to make a sound louder than that. It would break the fragile calm she had pieced together, causing her heart to shatter. Being transported to this town had already made her brittle, deep cracks spidering out from the center. Geralt had taken a hammer to that heart of glass, Ciri keeping it- and herself- together by sheer willpower. 

The soft sounds of the television caught her attention, turning to find Yennefer on the couch. For the second time that day, Ciri wanted to scream. She caught her mother’s gaze, mouth opening in an attempt to speak. When words escaped her, she shut it again. Anger and despair tore through her body, ripping her psyche in two. Ciri squeezed her eyes shut, knowing she couldn’t be looking at her mother when she spoke. 

“Did you know?”

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Fuck. She knew. Yennefer didn’t have to ask what Ciri was talking about. It had only been three days since she had found Geralt, if found was the right word for it. She had wanted to tell Ciri, but the thought of it made her sick. How was one supposed to deliver that sort of news? She had spent all the time since trying to figure it out, but it seemed the universe had another idea. The TV shut off with a click, and she sat up to look at her daughter properly.

There was no want nor need for her to lie. Yennefer didn’t like lying to Ciri, there had been enough trouble stirred up by that in the past, and she found no good came from it. Her reply was quiet, “Yes.” She let the word hang in the air for a minute, before continuing, “You have every right to be angry with me, but would you let me explain?”

redainianbard​:

“oh, y’know just… around.” Jaskier didn’t have a solid living arrangement right now, but he wouldn’t admit that. “I’ve been occupying my time in the only way I know how. Drinking, Singing and Whoring my way through the life I now lead..”

Jaskier was slightly drunk. but it didn’t make him feel better, the burning of the spirits down his throat, only dulled his senses momentarily.

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Waving down the bartender for another drink, Yennefer shook her head with a little chuckle. Around, she didn’t need to read his mind to know that meant he didn’t have a place. Jaskier had rarely been tough for her to read. If she was a better person, maybe she would have invited him in. But she wasn’t better, and, besides, she already had Ciri to watch after.

“Earth’s treating you well then?” the question was slightly sarcastic, but mostly sincere. The arrival of a new brightly coloured drink made Yennefer grin and greedily take another sip the moment her fingers were secured around the glass. “Did Geralt make you want to leap spheres as well? Or was that solely a feeling of my own?”

yennefer of vengerberg in the witcher lockscreens

ofmvoonlight​:

The gentle nature of Sam was a stark contrast to what she was normally used to. If this had happened back home in the presence of her biological father then she wouldn’t have been met with the same warmth. Instead she would have been told to wipe those tears and pull herself together. A princess didn’t have the right to have moments of weakness. No no she had to be strong and cold. That is what their beloved father wanted. Zelda had made it their own personal goal back in Hyrule to go against everything he stood for. They wanted to follow the beat of their own drum and man did that stress him out. 

Good.

Looking at Sam, she frowned. They could feel how tense their shoulders were and how stiff their body became due to it. His gentle nature and the way he looked at them surprising them to their very core. “It..” they whispered and closed their eyes. “Hurts” admitting it out loud made them feel so vulnerable. But Samwise had proven time and time again that he can be trusted.

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Taking care of someone recovering from the edge of a knife was unfortunately not a foreign concept to Sam. He had tended Frodo’s shoulder on the road for two weeks with the help of Strider, and looked after it carefully when the dull aches popped up in the following years. He could do the same for Zelda (though luckily this time he wouldn't have to heal their wounds himself). 

“I believe it would,” he nodded, speaking gently. “So stop straining yourself. It's alright to sit and take it easy on yourself. Physically and mentally.”

He gently rubbed her bicep for a moment before pulling back to give her a little space. “Is there anything I can get for you?”

endlxssnights​:

|   ⚜   |   C. & YENNEFER WILCZYNSKI   |   ⚜   |

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“Kotek,” She repeated. The little cat’s name seemed to break the spell, Ciri bending down to scratch behind his ears. She loved him already, the cat seeming to return the love tenfold. “Hi Kotek, I’m Ciri.”

Yennefer always seemed to know what Ciri needed, and the solution to it, before she had even pinned down the actual problem. She loved her mother, but sometimes it scared her, how in tune she was. Was it a mage thing? Or was it just something uniquely Yennefer?

“Grandmother didn’t let me have animals.” Ciri’s voice was soft, as if speaking too loud would cause Kotek to run. “We’d lose them too easily. Kelpie was my first one.”

And now Kotek.

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Immensely glad that Ciri liked the newest addition to their flat, Yennefer watched the pair interact with a genuine smile on her lips. She idly wondered what a younger version of herself would think about the display before her, but she was quickly brought back to reality when Ciri spoke.

“I’m happy you have a second, then. And I’m glad he’s made you happy. He seems to like the place well enough.” Yennefer held an arm open for a hug, not wanting to impose the affection if Ciri wasn’t in the mood for it. She knew her daughter better than anyone else (bar Geralt of course), and could recognize when she was having a rough time easily enough. Try as she might, Ciri had never been good at hiding things from her. 

“One reason to be happy you haven’t undergone the Mutations– cats can’t stand the presence of Witchers. I can’t speak for those of this sphere’s magickal origin, but back home… the look you’re giving me tells me you already knew that,” she spoke in the gentle and kind tone that was reserved only for Ciri. She should’ve known better than to try and lecture the girl tied for ‘most stubborn witcher in existence’ on something she had already gone over, no matter how long ago that was. A smile was still dancing on her lips. “Nevermind that. You’ve met the events of my day. How was yours, daughter?”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  ZSASZ && YENNEFER

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ZSASZ COCKED HIS HEAD SLIGHTLY TO THE SIDE.  he took the woman’s words as a compliment, even if he hadn’t been expecting them.  ❝I don’t think everyone would agree with you there, but most of them are … stuck up in their ideas and morals.  People who are willing to look past that tend to think I’m pretty smart though.❞

HE KNEW HIS STUFF.  he knew weapons, he knew how to kill.  You could put him in an empty room and he could still come up with three ways to murder someone else.  At least.  People like Jimbo wouldn’t appreciate that.  Or Slim Jim would pretend he didn’t appreciate it because he’s ❛morally❜ ❛superior❜.  Whatever that was supposed to mean.  ❝ It certainly fits you well.  Looks like it was something you were meant to have.  And in this town, you can’t ever be too careful when it comes to protecting yourself.  Most things take it as a - stay outta my way and I’ll stay outta yours.  But sometimes things get weird. ❞

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With a small laugh, Yennefer shook her head in amusement, “Yes, well, most people tend not to agree with me on many of my standpoints. No surprise there.”

While she absently examined the other weapons on the table, she thought on his words. How were people here managing to unknowingly spew things that boiled down to be about destiny? Even if it was a figure of speech, Yennefer was starting to hate the idea of ‘meant to be,’ even with something as minute as a blade. It didn’t crush her spirits too much, as she was much too pleased with her find. 

His advice made well enough sense; it was similar to how certain cities were back on The Continent. People were still people, after all. Her hands retreated from the weaponry, and fingers tapped against the edge of the counter, “You sound like you speak from experience. What sort of weird?”

wickedpotions​:

.·:*¨༺  KATE  ft.  river

KATE  FINISHED  WIPING  DOWN  YESTERDAY’S  FACTOID  OFF  THE  MINI  CHALKBOARD  SHE’D  BOUGHT,  and  thumbed  through  her  phone  for  the  next  one.    It  was  one  of  her  favorite  bits  of  the  White  Rabbit  during  Pride  Month  -  getting  to  share  information  to  the  community.    When  did  the  first  gay  bar  open?    1936  -  Mona’s  440  Club  in  San  Francisco.      The  bell  chiming  pulled  Kate’s  attention  away  from  the  board,  as  she  smiled  at  the  woman  who  walked  in.      

     ❝  Welcome!    We’re  not  too  packed  right  now,  but  be  warned  -  it’s  poetry  night  tonight  and  I’ve  had  a  lot  of  people  promise  to  come.  ❞

. ・°゜⊱⋅⋅ @bombadills​ 

❃゜・。. ・°゜

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River had not had much time to explore town since she had arrived a few months back. Her job kept her busy making lesson plans, grading papers, and coming up with engaging activities for her students.  She had heard people reference places here and there, and felt it was high time she actually got around to visiting some of them for herself. 

Having decided to go to the White Rabbit after work was one of the best ideas she’d had in a long while. Upon entering it was easy to see why people liked the place so much. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been individually greeted when walking into a bar (but to be completely fair— River didn’t remember much of anything). 

“Poetry night?” River flashed a smile, “I had no idea. How exciting!”