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KLAUS MIKAELSON aesthetic/moodboard

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I’m fully back in my game of thrones era, and I need to say just one thing

JUST ONE CHANCE ONE CHANCE I BEG YOU

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HENRY CAVILL as GERALT OF RIVIA THE WITCHER 3.01 Shaerrawedd

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Photographer Daria Kobayashi Ritch

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The way the creature spoke to him and appeared, with such kindness and restraint, Geralt knew the next moment that it was not the monster he was hunting. Was it a monster at all? Or was it deceiving Geralt?

“I am a witcher, yes,” that the creature had to ask was unusual. Was it stalling for time? Was it deceiving the white-haired man? If it ran off, Geralt would hardly have the chance to follow it. His horse was nowhere near. And well, big legs made big strides possible.

“The villagers reported that a monster was harassing them,” said the witcher, shaking his head the next moment. “But you don't seem to be that monster to me.” He took a step backwards, revealing more space to the other in case he might want to sit down or whatever so they could be at eye level. That way Geralt's head was on the back of his neck. "I don't kill anyone who thinks clearly and isn't a danger. Are you a danger?" Blunt, but effective.

Ingvar had wanted to flee. Even his attempt to sneak away, however, had been fruitless, audible, loud, as to humans were all things a giant did; he stared back, frozen and wide-eyed, for several tense, silent moments like a deer which had locked eyes with a hunter with his bow drawn and ready to shoot.

But there was no bow in this situation, nor, did it seem, did he wish to fire — for now. He struggled to take a deep breath. Two swords. Two swords across the back, this man had, and white hair... where had he heard of this? Could this be one of the witchers he'd heard spoken of in hushes and hisses by travelers, monster hunters mutated and trained to dispose of anything deemed dangerous, by sword or by their own arcane magic? Think, fool; think!! His mouth parted, and lower lip quivered as the lungs big as barrels again tried in vain to quench themselves with shallow inhales.

"Aye — I — I-I am.... not... ex-tinct," he agreed, voice deep as a lake, but fettered tightly, soft as normal speech. He didn't look Geralt in the face — his gaze was instead locked upon the sword. "Are — are you — a witcher? Witcher who has come to—"

He trailed off, and shook his head. It was too grim to speak aloud. Maybe if he said it, it'd give the traveler ideas, and he'd change his mind.

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Waking Up Together

Waking up in the same bed by accident requested by anon!

"Oh. You're - you're still here."

"Did we fall asleep? Oh, my goodness..."

"Good morning... you're warm..."

"I haven't woken up in someone else's arms since - well - "

"I thought I was dreaming still, but here you are."

"Normally when I wake up, the other person is gone..."

"Mm, I don't want to get out of bed yet... do you?"

"I never thought I'd wake up looking at something so beautiful."

"Would you lay here with me a little longer?"

"Oh, we fell asleep... together..? They're never going to let us live this down."

"I could lay like this forever..."

"I didn't have a nightmare, that's... new."

"I dreamed you were here, and I woke up, and here you are..."

"You have such beautiful eyes... and such terrible morning breath..."

"I could never have thought that I could fall asleep next to someone ever again..."

"You didn't leave? Oh, most people... they leave."

"I'm glad you're here. I'm glad to wake up with you..."

"I know we need to get up... but..."

"Oh! Oh I was - I was holding you - I'm so sorry -"

"I'm really.. tired... is it okay if I lay down here... with you?"

"Mm, it's too nice to go anywhere. You can stay if you want..."

"I feel safe enough here with you... nothing can happen..."

"I just want to sleep, nothing else, I promise."

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@taleswritten starter for rose from dimitri

Dimitri's eyes were glued to Rose as she chased through the parkour like the killing machine that she was. The attacks on St. Vladimir had prepared her for this, and even if this was just an act, she passed her test with flying colors. She was highly focused and not even distracted. Dimitri knew that Alberta had chosen more difficult missions for her, even ones that no one had been able to solve before. At first, the dhampir had intervened and voted against it, but then he wanted to see Rose in action as well. Because he believed in her. Because he knew that she had a creative streak and could let it run wild. His gaze flitted to the stands for a moment, where he caught sight of the princess with her hands intertwined. She was openly feverish. Just like Guardian Hatherway and Abe Mazur. An interesting combination. Since Dimitri was standing undercover, no one could watch him and he had a clear view of everyone. His gaze slid back to Rose. He felt pride welling up inside him as he watched how well she did. He clapped along at the end and entered the arena as Alberta went to congratulate her. He would continue to look after her from now on.

“Rose, you're done.” His lips lifted into a brief smile as he placed a hand on her shoulder. Just for a moment, like a mentor would. “Come on,” it took her a moment to seem to realize, then she followed him. Her classmates applauded and cheered. In a separate room, stretched out of fabric and thus offering little more intimacy than the arena, Dimitri turned to Rose again, holding a water bottle.

"You did a great job. I'm really proud of you." Unabashed words. Nothing that hinted at anything more.

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HAILEE STEINFELD as Mary SINNERS | 2025

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"What an interesting question. When is everything ever all right?"

"If a demon tried to possess me I'd just be like: ok take it from here, good luck man." / from krasus to kalec

" ... krasus, this feels like a genuine cry for help -- are you all right?! "

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Cullen wasn't a fan of meeting in the war room because there were always discussions about what should and shouldn't be done first. There was so much to do and each mission could be won in different ways… this time, however, they were all a little uneasy. After all, their Inquisitor was an elf and if other elves were in danger, how would he react in the end? Cullen's hand rested on his sword at his hip as it almost always did, Josephine held her clipboard at the ready and Leilana was simply Leilana. She stood in the room, taking it all in, even though she was operating in the shadows. All three looked up as Luran entered the room and immediately took command, asking about things that moved him. All three advisors exchanged a quick glance before Josephine spoke up.

"We have received a letter, Inquisitor. Clan Lavellen needs our help…" She held the letter up to the Inquisitor so that he could read it for himself.

"Da'len, The nobles of Wycome grow more agitated by the day. They clearly blame us and the elves in the alienage for some disease that has stricken the humans of the city, and I have seen their scouts watching our new camp with predators' eyes. Some of the elves of Wycome fled their alienage to warn us. Others fled to escape the harsh treatment they are suffering in the city. I fear violence will come soon, da'len. I ask your help in this matter. Dareth shiral, Keeper Istimaethoriel Lavellan"

“We have several options,” she began, but was interrupted by Leilana. “My spies are already in place and can guide the Dalish hunters into the city, where they can do their work in silence.” Her expression remained rigid. “Josephine thinks an open plot would be wrong.” Cullen rubbed his chin. "Red lyrium is why all this is happening. We should march up and stop the shipment," he replied instead. He hated red lyrium and what it did to people. Cullen would take every opportunity to destroy it. It helped them in the grand scheme of things, not just Clan Lavellen directly.

"We've already established a connection with the Duke of Wycome. We shouldn't use this…" Josephine was interrupted by Cullen as he stepped forward. “I know you prefer to be diplomatic, Josephine, but do you think words can suffice here?” He looked to the Inquisitor. “What is your opinion on this?”

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Herald of Andraste this... Herald of Andraste that... What codswallop! The lunacy! His jaws clenched in vexation at the preposterous title people had thrust upon him without — he might add — his consent. Whatever delusions festered in their minds, encouraged their mouths to regurgitate such idiocy, they were wrong; a fallacious conjecture based solely on his survival of a cataclysmic explosion, but which wasn't substantiated by evidence of the Divine, whatsoever. They might deem it a miracle. He deemed it plain, dumb luck — he'd been lucky to have retained his life after such a catastrophe. Nothing more. Nothing less. And no amount of reproving those he passed along the way, would ever alter their minds, it seemed. Save, perhaps, the truth — if ever it came...

Agitation rekindled, Luran flexed his right hand, unfurling his slender fingers, stretching them wide open, prior to burying the tips back into his palm, his knuckles straining and white. He repeated the movement several times, glaring at the hand that accursed him, yet blessed him. The power that lay — quite literally — within the palm of his hand could very well be the key to his own ascension to power. After all, it was he who all people relied on now; it was he who possessed the prowess to seal the rifts, breaches, and excise the demons gushing from it. And the results of his newfound powers had already begun to take shape: from a lowly Dalish elf, he'd climbed the ranks, had become valuable, important. He was the inquisitor now. He was in charge. He had his own set of advisors, his own posse of warriors willing to fight alongside him, fight for him... They were useful assets in his endeavour to obtain all he desired. If they prevailed, naturally. These were trying times and there were myriads of perils and obstacles on the road ahead, lurking in the dark of the unknown and capricious future.

The elf balled his fist one last time, and retrieved it to the other, which was still clasped behind his back. The balcony, upon which he stood, offered a breathtaking view of their new safe haven, Skyhold. The sturdy castle walls, the battlements, the watch towers, the snowy mountains encompassing it, holding it in a tight embrace. It was an improvement. It was considerably safer than their previous, utterly obliterated base where countless of people had succumbed to a sanguinary demise...

Nothing he could do about that — and he was certain many more would heave their terminal breaths in the battles yet to come... A dire, if not disheartening prospect. Yet 'twas a frighteningly realistic one. And the only outcome that was desirable, in his eyes, was to rise victorious — he wasn't going to settle for anything less. Even if it meant sacrificing his companions. He'd already apprised everyone of his incentive, his intentions, that he'd join the Inquisition for his own power. Granted, this revelation had elicited the necessary scowls, bafflement, and disapproval, but did he care? No. Just like they didn't care to ease off with the "Behold, the Herald of Andraste" absurdity, despite him beseeching them to. And whether they supported his pursuit for power or not, they had no choice but to follow him, for without him, life as they knew it, would most assuredly cease to exist...

A self-satisfied smirk quirked the corners of his mouth and conjured a euphoric twinkle to his sapphire blue eyes. They might end up regretting having appointed him as their inquisitor, but the die was cast — there was no turning back now. But much had yet to be done, and thus, Luran abandoned the quiet and much preferred tranquility of his bedchambers and traded it for the long, prosaic, diplomatic talks in the war room.

Upon entering, he skimmed the heads of his advisors — Leliana, Cullen, and Josephine — for an ephemeral moment, prior to taking a seat in one of the vacant chairs.

'What news? If, indeed, news has arrived at our doorstep,' he spoke serenely, regarding his advisors very carefully. 'How are the negotiations proceeding? Did we accumulate additional support? alliances? supplies? in whatever way, shape, or form...'

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"Who let you in?!" Violet to krasus.

“Myself,” came from the stranger with the light-colored white hair that ended in red, flaming spikes as he made himself comfortable on a wooden chair, at least as far as that was all possible. He folded his hands in his lap. His pointed ears identified him as an elf. “Tairn said I would be safe here,” came from Krasus, who seemed completely out of place in this setting.

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"Still mad?" Violet to krasus.

The high elf pushed his lower lip forward for seconds, as if he was still sulking over her last remark, before shaking his head. “There's no need for that.” He was far too old to continue to be angry with her for welcoming him like an intruder and a stranger when Tairn had invited him to come here. Of course, the other dragon hadn't revealed anything about who Krasus really was or where he came from,… But.... He was used to a different reception. Still, that was no reason for the tall one to be truly offended. “You should just remember that Tairn wouldn't have sent me here if I were a danger to you,” he added.