⋆៹ ✩۪۟۟≭  Jenny && River Song

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.·:*¨༺  ZSASZ  ft.  yennefer

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HE KNEW IT WAS HARD , even if he didn’t have children of his own .  Being able to let go , to let someone you care about do what they need to do .  Hell , there were things he’d done for Oswald in an effort to protect him that had just made things worse in the long run , like trying to take the fall for the murder here in town .  ❝ She’ll come home to you , I know it .  You’re her family . ❞  Even if he’d seen what had been said in the town text chat (both the smartest and dumbest thing he’d seen)

  He beamed, leaning forward a bit . ❝ I’ve been doing good .  Oswald is remembering more and more , which is good .  I’ve apologized for what I did to hurt him , long ago now , so we’re past that .  Now it’s just him remembering the good times . ❞  And Edward , but that was something to deal with slowly , to help Oswald let him go .  ❝ It’s good to see those parts of him again , you know ? ❞  He loved Oswald , any version he got , but he’d missed some of the devious ambition he’d known in Gotham .

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Family… even though Yennefer knew it to be true, hearing the word spoken aloud still left her feeling an inexplicable happiness. It had been something she spent decades searching for, and she cherished every little moment of it since. 

She sipped her cocktail, smiling a bit as she did. Most wouldn't be able to tell, but Yennefer liked to see those she cared for be happy. And despite how long it took her to admit it to herself, she did care for Zsasz. It warmed her to see him start to gush about Oswald. 

“Good, good, that's so good. I’m happy for you both,” she set her empty glass down on the little napkin in front of her. “I do know, indeed… my experience with memory issues is a bit more jaded than yours, but I’m glad it's going so well for you both.”

Looking down at her empty glass, she gave a pitiful little sigh. Getting up for another seemed like such an effort. “Do you need another?”

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✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  REMUS && SAMWISE

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REMUS  TURNED  HIS  PAD  OVER  AND  OVER  IN  HIS  HANDS.    it  was  a  reporter’s  pad  he’d  taken  from  the  newspaper,  figuring  that  since  he  was  an  editor  no  one  would  mind  if  he  took  one.    No  one  had,  especially  since  they  got  used  so  rarely  anymore.    He  understood  the  advances  in  technology  (more  than  he  let  on  to  Shepard,  merely  because  it  was  funny)  but  he  would  never  not  want  to  write  things  out  by  hand.    ❝ Truthfully,  I  don’t  know  if  some  of  these  even  exist  here.    They  were  rare  in  my  world.    But  if  you  have  any  of  these,  preferably  not  cut  so  that  I  can  continue  to  grow  them. ❞

❝ RIGHT,  THE  MOST  DIFFICULT  ONE  I  SUPPOSE?    wolfsbane  or  aconite,  and  yes  i  do  know  how  poisonous  it  is  which  means  you  probably  don’t  carry  it.    I  also  need  valerian,  but  specifically  I  need  to  be  able  to  semi-frequently  harvest  valerian  roots,  so  I’m  unsure  the  best  way  to  go  about  that.    I’ll  also  need  moonseed,  bloodroot,  st.  johns-wort,  mint,  and  sage. ❞

HE  PROBABLY  SOUNDED  LIKE  A  CRAZY  PERSON,  even  for  himself.    He  was  just  glad  that  he  didn’t  recognize  the  man  from  home,  otherwise  he  might  be  able  to  tell  what  Remus  needed  the  ingredients  for.    Merlin,  he  still  might  be  able  to  tell  and  Remus  could  be  outing  himself  right  here  and  now.    Bu  the  needed  the  wolfsbane  potion.

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When the list was rattled off, Sam became much more intrigued than he had been moments before. He cared about everyone who came into his shop, but the people who came in with lists similar to this were always up to something. What those things were, he didn't know, and he certainly would never ask. The purposes of some transactions were obvious, but the purposes of most were unknown to him. This one was… well, he could hypothesize. 

“You'd be surprised how many poisonous things I keep in stock. Safely hidden away, of course, but you don’t keep good business in a place like this if you aren’t willing to adapt to the needs of your customers, if you take my meaning. Now lets see, aconite… aconite…” he repeated the word, carding through the mental checklist of things he had on hand. “I think I did start a crop of that, but just recently. I could sell you some of the seedlings right now, but if you come back in a week they should be better suited for use.”

Despite the pieces clicking into place, Sam gave no hint of what he may suspect. He reached for the notebook which he had just set down, and flipped a few pages. He seemed satisfied with what he found there. “As for everything else, I should have it all in stock. Though, good as I am, I can’t magically replicate plant roots, but I could show you how to tend to your own plant so that it’ll last multiple harvests without dying if you wish.”

Yennefer of Vengerberg | Details. 

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✧･ﾟ　MERLIN  ft.  midna

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THAT HAD MERLIN INTRIGUED .  he’d met many people of different levels of magick and belief throughout his centuries on earth .  Even more in the short time ey’d been in town here .  Whenever someone brought up something he hadn’t heard of before , he couldn’t help but get excited .

  ❝ THAT’S REALLY COOL !  i mean , really really cool .  I’ve never met someone from a shadow realm before .  The Other Realm , yes , but the Shadow Realm . ❞  Ey had so many questions .  Was it like the Other Realm ?  How many Realms resided so close to their own ?  She was blocked from her Realm just like the magical beings were blocked from the Other Realm .  ❝ I’m from Earth , and it’s pretty similar to this but not quite .  I’m not sure if it’s just this town or if I’ve been pulled to some alternate version of the world I know , if that makes sense to you . ❞

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The reaction her little trick with the shadows elicited from Merlin made Midna giggle. It was rare for people to get so excited about them, but she wasn’t complaining. Most people from the Twilight had some form of shadow manipulation ability, meaning it was quite a common thing to do where she came from. “Thank you, thank you,” she said playfully, giving a mock bow, “I’ll be here all night.”

Midna had never heard of this “Other Realm” before, but went with it anyway. It would stupidly selfish to believe that there was only one alternate realm to her own, she supposed. 

“It does make sense. This isn’t exactly-- Well, this isn’t exactly my first time being chucked into an alternate realm, unable to get back to my own. I think at this point I should accept that its just something that happens to me,” she laughed lighthearted, but felt the statement settle into her chest a little more uncomfortably than she had planned. “I’ve never been to Earth before, though. Or even heard of it. I would hope its a little less cold than this place is.”

ofmvoonlight​:

Closing her eyes when she felt his arms around her, Zelda could feel herself bit by bit relax. Comfort had always been a foreign concept to the princess of Hyrule. Her father wouldn’t give it to her and neither would her servants. The only one who ever did give her some sort of warmth and love was Link. And yes she loved him and what they had but to get comfort from someone else? That shook them to their very core. 

“I just don’t want you to feel like I am taking advantage of your kindness. I am getting better, I promise. I just.. I have bad days and good days when it comes to my still healing wound and today is one of the bad ones. I am sorry for raising my voice. I never wanted to yell at you” they whispered as they shook their head.

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Samwise shook his head in a firm insistence of ‘no’ to the princess. He couldn’t feel taken advantage of, not by her. If anything he felt as if he wasn’t doing enough. 

“Enough of that Miss Zelda. You’re not taking advantage of nothing. You’re human, and you have human feelings. I know the road you’re on isn’t an easy one, but lucky for you this isn’t my first time helping someone along it.”

He reached for another paper towel, and handed it to them so they could wipe their face. Sam hated seeing them like this— so full of pain and frustration that it brought them to tears. Frodo had days like that, and they had always been the worst. Maybe he should tell them about that. It would pose a good distraction from their own troubles of nothing else. 

“Don’t apologise to me. My Frodo was in a very similar position once, though it was his shoulder that was wounded. We were on the road, a fortnight away from the nearest help. I know the pain you’re feeling, but I also know that it’ll be a nasty memory in a little while. Nothing more than that. And as my friend Merry loved to point out: apparently scars make you cool.”

shallowmagics​:

— *•̩̩͙   c. & yennefer wilczynski  •̩̩͙* —

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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.” 

ofmvoonlight​:

When she took his hand, he gently squeezed it. He didn’t know if he could ever forgive himself for what happened between the two of them. But he wanted to temporarily let that go and actually appreciate the moment they were sharing. He wanted to be with her and she wanted to be with him. That was the only thing that mattered. Everything else would just have to wait until tomorrow or the day after. To have someone that made you feel so alive was rare. Most loves had a tendency to drain you but not Yennefer. Oh never her. 

Her words caused him to chuckle. Moving closer, he let his free hand cup her cheek. “Now that sounds like a good deal to me” Geralt nodded. “You want the dinner to be over there at Caffi Rhees or at my place? The choice is yours" 

No matter what she would always find a way to bring him down to his knees. She would always so easily break down those walls he had built up. He may have wished for her but he could clearly see that it wasn’t just a wish but a need. He had longed to be with someone who in a way understood him. So yes he may have wished for her but it had been her decision to stay and that was a comfort.

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Geralt was laughing. It had been a long, long time since she had heard that sound. It was nice— familiar. A tiny speck of comfort that it would all be alright in the end. 

Yennefer weighed the options only for a moment; the answer was easy for her. She had little intention of making any of this night a public affair, and the state Geralt was known to leave his bed most of the time was… not at all appealing. “Mine is fine. We can get something on the way. I think that would be easier than trying to piece together a meal from stray items in my cupboards.”

Smiling, she easily pulled him into a kiss. He was always so pliant under her grasp. It was endlessly amusing to the witch. When he was lost enough in it she murmured a soft “And Geralt?” 

Sparing only a moment for him to process and reply, she kissed him again, hand travelling up to his throat. Her grip went from feather light to harsh in mere seconds, nails digging crescents into his flesh. She pulled away from the kiss, meeting his eyes. 

“If you ever do anything like that again, I will rip you apart with my bare hands.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, though there was a slight smirk on her lips, magically still perfectly painted a pale red. She relinquished her grasp on his throat, but kept his hand in hers. “Now, what should we pick up for dinner, dear witcher?”

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?”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  ZSASZ && YENNEFER

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ZSASZ COULDN’T HELP BUT SNORT.  ❝ multitasking.  A girl after my own heart, though Liz always got on me about enjoying a snack on the job. ❞  The woman certainly had an air about her that told him she knew what she was doing.  There were some in Sallow Hills it would be stupid to sell more than a hunting or pocket knife too, lest they hurt themselves more than anything else.  But he could tell she was pretty knowledgeable in the way she held herself.  It wasn’t a fake sorta confidence in what she was looking for, but something fairly genuine.

❝ SOMETIMES, THOUGH, ZONING IN ON JUST ONE THING IS FUN.  when you just let yourself focus on the hunt and nothing else.  When it takes over your entire mind. ❞  He pushed away from the counter, eyes racking over the knives in front of him.  He slid down to a different case, this one mainly filled with machetes.  However, tucked away in the back away from just a skimming eye, were a few short swords.  He pulled them out, laying them on the top of the case, then pulled out a few of his heftier daggers.  

❝ HERE’S WHAT I GOT IN STOCK RIGHT NOW.  if none of them suit your fancy, let me know what you like and don’t like about each of them and i can see what i can order the next time i get inventory. ❞

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You could never be too careful in unfamiliar places. A lesson Yennefer had learned all too well when she was much younger than she was today. Physical weapons had never been her preferred method of fighting, but one made sacrifices of aesthetics for safety. 

When it takes over your entire mind. She nearly appreciated the sentiment, but the thought made her sick. She had done once. Her Chaos took over her mind as she became a conduit for it. It was a powerful move, but deadly, and it nearly took her. No, she was better off multitasking. “I suppose you’re right, but nothing is ever sure to work out the way you plan initially. You seem to be the type to understand that.”

Studying the cases with a keen eye, Yennefer carefully considered her options. She was no fighter, but she knew enough to get by. They seemed well crafted as they could be for this place, or she thought so anyway. “I’m sure one of these will work nicely, no need for special orders.” She paused, well manicured fingers ghosting over the hilts of the weapons, before they settled over a short sword, which she picked up to feel the balance of. Not completely liking the feel, she tried the next one over, which suited her hand much better. “This one is nice. What is it?” 

ofmvoonlight​:

Signing up for a life in the spotlight is never easy. Especially when all you want to do is take photos in beautiful clothes. All Zelda wanted to do was work. They didn’t want to be cornered like this. Yes they did sign up for their face being used in magazines and in fashion shows but what they didn’t sign up for was losing their privacy and their life all together. People put this image on them and it was an image that did not fit in with who Zelda was as a person. And that was the hardest thing to accept. 

“Yeah. Being a model is a job that requires me to basically be this perfect little doll that accepts that people corner me when all I wanna do is go and buy some ice cream for me and my boyfriend” rolling their eyes, they then looked at the other. “It’s disheartening really how people forget that I am still human”

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There was something familiar in her sentiment. After, well, everything Samwise had been through, too many people knew him- or thought they did- for his liking. They assumed what it had been like, what he had seen, had heard, had lived. They made judgements, and thought they had right to pry in business not of their own. Certainly, it wasn't as intensely evasive as what Zelda described, but he could sympathize. 

“That sounds quite disheartening indeed. Some people have no respect, and I’m sorry you have to suffer it.” He had gotten them a table, and ordered the pair of them drinks and something to snack on while they spoke. After a moment, he smiled, wanting to talk about something nicer, “So, boyfriend? Lucky lad to get to be with someone lovely as you. Have you known him long?”