✧･ﾟ　BILL  ft.  river

redainianbard​:

“MY STUP… you know what? I can’t really argue with you there, wish I could because you know I would take any excuse to argue with you but I can’t, but what my ‘Stupid show tunes’ give people? Hope, Adventure, a look at the world outside of their little bubble, one day when I am long gone people will hear my songs and think of how great those adventures must have been.”

The bard sighs, and took a swig again to focus himself, “I do agree with you, Ciri doesn’t deserve this. She’s been through enough. and she’s still just a kid.” Jaskier may appear like a self-agrandising, pompus, douchebag on the outside but he truly cared for other people, that why he became the Sandpiper and helped elves escape Cintra.

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It made her chuckle to hear him agree. Those ballads could be gods awful sometimes, especially when they were stuck on an expedition and there was no escaping the strumming of his lute. As he went, Yennefer gave him an extremely exasperated look. She took a drink in hopes it would help her to get through it. 

It didn’t. 

“Yeah,” she replied softly. She had wanted to protect Ciri from the cruelty of the world as much as she possibly could. Yennefer hadn't wanted the girl to feel even a modicum of the same things she had when she was small. It would be up to the pair of them to ensure the whole Geralt situation didn’t end up too badly. 

“So…” Clearing her throat, attempting to dispel some of the awkwardness between them, she continued, “Where are you staying? Have you been, erm, alright?”

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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.”

sinnersxonly​:

Having any job kept a person on their toes, but owning a business? Sirius could only imagine how much time that would take up. Keeping busy sounded like an understatement. “Bet you don’t get much time to breathe. I’d say you’ve earned a drink for sure. More likely, you earn one every day for doing everything you have to do.”

Nodding, he went to pour the ale, listening to the customer describe his job. The plant shop? Now Sirius was really impressed. He would probably fall asleep if he was in charge of a place full of plants. Though the uncommon plants part sounded interesting. “I’m guessing you like plants, then? Can’t say they’re high on my list, sorry to say. I got good marks in Herbology, but I think I’d end up killing a plant if I really had to take care of one. Though maybe not if it was an…uncommon one.”

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It was with a little laugh that Samwise shook his head ‘no.’ He was constantly busy. There was always something the matter with one thing or another, and it always seemed the moment one thing was taken care of, another cropped its head up to take its place.

“I do like plants, yeah. I wouldn’t be breakin’ my back for the place if I didn't, I suppose. It is a challenging hobby, so I can understand your troubles with it. Certainly takes a lot of patience, which is a gift I’m grateful to have,” Sam took the mug handed to him, glad to have something to do with his hands. He took a sip before continuing on, “It's not hard for me, though. Been doing it my whole life, so it's second nature to me now.”

Midna’s Intro

I think I just saw Midna Twili (she/her, cis woman, 34). she’s a canon character from legend of zelda. have you heard she remembers everything from her previous life? she appeared here in February 2022 after restoring the twilight realm from zant’s damage. now she's doing odd jobs around town. still, she does have that obnoxiously funny roommate, scary stories around the campfire, wind howling through the trees, strange sadness as dusk falls vibe about her.

[elcin sangu, see bottom of post for details]

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“Tell me… Do you ever feel a strange sadness as dusk falls? They say it’s the only time when our world intersects with theirs… The only time we can feel the lingering regrets of spirits who have left our world. That is why loneliness always pervades the hour of twilight…”

--Twilight Princess

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Armes| Can you tell me your name?

“Midna. Oh, erm, Midna Twili. Someone said I needed to pick a second name here. I think. [a giggle is heard here]

A| Where are you from?

“The Twilight realm. Its very pretty there, despite how it may sound, though I may be biased

A| What’s the last thing you remember?

“Ummmm I remember going to bed? I woke up under some tree in this place, which is kind of rude. 

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

“Nahhh, I think everything's where it should be. I cant remember where the **** I put my new sunglasses this morning though. 

A| Have you found a job here in Sallow Hills?

“[another laugh is heard] Who needs a job? I have a full trust fund set up here it seems, so I’m all set. I do some odd jobs around town for people once in a while, but that's about it.

A| What was the strangest thing you saw before arriving here?

“How much time do you have? 

A| What traits would your friends give to you?

“Funny! [a laugh is heard, but is abruptly cut off] Fair and just, I like to think I’m a well respected queen. Stylish, which I completely agree with. Some would say overconfident, but I don’t see that one. 

A| Is there anything else you would like to say?

”If anyone knows where my sunglasses are, I’d like them back. [a long pause] Oh also, Zant can go suck- [Ms. Twili uttered a long list of profanities, which have been redacted from this transcript]

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

[samwise] [yennefer]

wickedpotions​:

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MERLIN  WASN’T  SCARED  OF  THE  MARI  LWYD.    he’d  been  around  since  the  story  of  the  creature  first  started  popping  up  and  while  some  people  had  bad  interactions  with  the  creature  it  was  far  from  the  most  dangerous  thing  he’d  met.    He’d  met  a  questing  beast  before!    And  saved  a  unicorn!    Which  was  why  he  didn’t  avoid  his  usual  walks  around  the  forest,  nurturing  plants  and  animals  through  the  winter.    The  little  squirrel  he’d  saved  once  from  being  snatched  by  a  hawk  was  burrowed  with  their  little  squirrel  family,  content  and  warm.    The  tree  he’d  healed  from  a  bad  burn  was  thriving.    And  currently  he  was  checking  in  on  the  holly  bushes  he’d  helped  bring  to  the  flourishing  life  they  were  in.

HE  WAS  ALSO  TAKING  A  FEW  LEAVES  AND  BERRIES  (with  permission  of  course)  when  he  felt  someone  walking  up  on  him.    Well,  the  forest  felt  it.    He  turned  towards  the  man,  offering  a  smile.    ❝ I  see  I’m  not  the  only  one  not  worried  about  the  Grey  Mare. ❞

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Sam Gamgee was a man of routine, and no whispers, rumors, or tales were about to throw it off. He had been through... far too much to let small things like that spook him. He would believe such things when he found any evidence of it, or heard any first hand accounts. But, for now, he would continue his walks in the forest. These woods reminded him a little of the Old Forest (except there were no malicious sentient trees here... he hoped so, anyway).

When he came across another figure in the forest, he almost left well enough alone, but then the person spoke, and Sam was drawn in. He flashed a smile back. “Takes a lot to frighten me these days, mister... Merlin, isn't it? What brings you this deep in the forest?”

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  ZSASZ CHUCKLED A BIT AT HER POLITENESS.  it was obviously, now, that she’d been around politicians (or perhaps royals in her world ?) before.  He was surprised he hadn’t picked up on it before.  ❝ Just Zsasz is fine.  Some people from home call me Mr. Zsasz, though that’s more for formality. ❞  

  HER CLOTHES WERE NICE, IF A BIT DIFFERENT.  though zsasz couldn’t comment on that front when he was in nearly entirely leather and had around six weapons stored on his body at the moment (which was on the low end).  Of course, most of those weapons were concealed aside from the one hand gun he had in his shoulder strap.

  ❝ I CERTAINLY LEAN TOWARDS THE DARKER SIDE FOR MOST THINGS.  but it is never that simple, i’m sure you understand.  We all have our loyalties, and the things we care about.  For example - I am a vegetarian, because I dislike how animals are often treated in the meat industry on this planet. ❞  But killing people was fine.  It was strange, but it was who he was.  ❝ And of course I have my rules.  I think we all do, at the end of the day. ❞  No kids.  No one who was connected to Oswald or Falcone unless that person ordered it.  Nothing that will start a war you aren’t ready for.  And of course, there were the hits Zsasz would do for free - when it came to the people who were somehow worse than himself.

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“Zsasz it is, then,” the mage smiled a cat-like grin. It lit up her face in a pretty way. Yennefer was an exceedingly pretty woman. 

Loyalty was the name of her game as well. It had been ever since she had left Aretuza. First it had been to her only friends— Sabrina, Triss, Istredd. Then, after a long while, her mentor Tissaia joined the list. Now, the list was emphatically belonging to Ciri and Geralt and Jaskier (even if she would never tell the bard out loud). Her duty was first and foremost to keep them safe, no matter the jobs she signed on to do. 

“Interesting— I like that. We all have our stances in life, and I can respect yours greatly. Even when I don’t agree with someone’s moronic stance on morality, I can respect holding to your morals,” Yennefer said as she leaned against the counter, shifting the weight on her boots. “Indeed. Having rules is important. You lose yourself if you don’t have them, in my experience.” She had lost herself a few times when she had broken her own rules, and she had never wanted to experience that again. Especially around her Chaos. When you break your rules, you risk everything being taken away from you.

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.

OLIVER JACKSON-COHEN in SURFACE (2022)

⌘ Follow Up Questionnaire of Yennefer of Vengerberg Wilczynski⌘

Restate your name and living situation.

yennefer | Yennefer Wilczynski. I live in a nice large flat with my daughter Ciri.

How long have you been in Sallow Hills?

y | Thirteen months now, since May of last year.

How well would you say you are handling your homesickness?

y | That's none of your business. I have Ciri and Geralt, and that's what matters.

Would you ever want to leave?

y | Easily, yes.

How would you describe your satisfaction with the town itself?

y | Its alright. There's nothing remarkable about this place that I haven't seen a million other human settlements do before

Any other comments, questions, or other tidbits you would like to add?

y | You all are so nosy, and I would appreciate if you kept your noses out of my business in the future.

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✧･ﾟ  DORCAS && SAMWISE

Dorcas Meadowes was settling into her job at the hospital. Her role was technically that of a nurse's assistant, mostly because she didn't know anything about muggle medicine when she applied for the job. Her skills were all magical when it came to healing. In her month at the hospital though, she had picked up some things, and now she felt pretty confident when it came to at least the rudimentary practices of muggle healing. She had to be careful about using the word muggle though. She wasn't quite sure what she would define the people in this town as. They came from all over, and some exhibited magical traits she had never heard of. It was quite interesting, and truth be told she was quite enjoying learning all about the town and its oddities.

Dorcas picked up the chart for the next patient and looked it over. Samwise Gamgee? Dorcas was halfblood, with a muggle dad, so she was well versed in the Lord of the Rings series. In fact, she was quite fond of it, and was fond of Sam in particular. How interesting... Perhaps a towns person had been so fond of the series they named their child after the character... or... no, it couldn't be. But stranger things did seem to happen in this town.

Dorcas swung the door to the patient room open, and there in front of her was a full on hobbit. She looked at him in awe for a moment, surprised, but quickly regained her composure.

"Hello Mr. Gamgee. I'm Dorcas Meadowes. What can I help you with today?"

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Samwise Gamgee was a ninnyhammer. His Gaffer had said it often enough, and Sam was once again proving him right. It was hard to sleep without Frodo anymore. To have him here, then for him to disappear as fast as he had come was much harder than the Hobbit had let on. He hadn’t been sleeping right since. He hadn’t thought it was taking much of a toll until this morning. He had been tired, exhausted, as he was opening the Nursery.

Everything happened quite quickly: he had scraped his hand on one of the otherly plants’ barbs he was growing for the scary purple-eyed lady, and when he recoiled his hand, he managed to get quite a few of the barbs lodged in his palm. A simple instance of not paying enough attention to his work. 

So, instead of opening, he quickly scribbled up a sign that read “sorry– closed until 1pm today” to tape on the door, and he made his way to the hospital. The plant barbs wouldn’t cause any further damage or poisoning, so Sam didn’t mind the walk; it was a decent day for midwinter. The people there had been good to him in the past (not that he needed to visit often). He was quickly admitted and settled in a sterile looking patient room. Say what you would about Earth– their medicine was far more impressive than anything Sam had ever seen back home. 

“Morning, miss!” he smiled when she came in. “Sam is just fine, no need for formality. He held his palm up so she could see. “Well, when I was opening my shop today, I wasn't paying enough attention to where my hand was going, and scraped the back of it on a thorn. When I flinched to pull it back, I managed to get some of the barbs of the plant ‘side it stuck in my palm. I wager getting them out myself is a bit above my pay grade.”