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ㅤㅤㅤㅤIN ORDER TO BECOME A WITCHER, YOU HAVE TO BE BORN IN THE SHADOW OF DESTINY, AND VERY FEW ARE BORN LIKE THAT. THAT’S WHY THERE ARE SO FEW OF US. WE’RE GROWING OLD, DYING, WITHOUT ANYONE TO PASS OUR KNOWLEDGE, OUR GIFTS, ON TO. WE LACK SUCCESSORS. AND THIS WORLD IS FULL OF EVIL WHICH WAITS FOR THE DAY NONE OF US ARE LEFT.
INDEPENDENT, PRIVATE GERALT OF RIVIA [ ... ] THE WHITE WOLF OF THE WITCHER SAGA. BOOKS-BASED, GAMES-COMPLIANT. PREVIOUSLY WILCZMIN. since 2020. by kat, she/her, 29.
read carrd byf. UNAFFILIATED WITH ANDRZEJ SAPKOWSKI OR CD PROJEKT RED. CHARACTERISATION HEAVILY RELIANT UPON OWN HEADCANON. influenced by mixed wiedźmin media & slavic folklore.
#( ;; since several of you actually followed me on a.rthur from g.eralt. just wanna say i've remade him. AGAIN. (': )#( ;; old man who will never leave my mind actually. so you'll find him here !!! )#╰ ゜self promo. * this train keeps rollin ; filled with sinners.
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dang what if i miss arthur morgan. what then. /:
#( ;; writing my sad boy has made me miss my OTHER sad boy. )#╰ ゜out of character. * kat's blabbering about cowboys again.
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"Is that your dick bulge?" No ma'am that's cigarettes. Move along you don't want me.
#( ;; shoutout to v.anto for this one KLJSDHGSKJHG. )#╰ ゜mannerism. * ain't gonna be no jury ; no self-defense.
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how do my friends know i'm on here when i HAVEN'T EVEN POSTED ANYTHING.
#╰ ゜out of character. * kat's blabbering about cowboys again.#( ;; me : hey i wonder what's going o -- )#( ;; everyone who knows me : WHAT BRINGS YOU AROUND TOWN. )
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@outl1ve
#( ;; hello my love. calling myself out actually for looking at your blog and reading these tags with my own eyes. )#( ;; kicks a.rthur. oh my goddddddd. get up then. )#╰ ゜out of character. * kat's blabbering about cowboys again.
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I love you Arthur Morgan, I love you... (Sean quote teehee)
#( ;; ohhh so true. :(( hey yall. kicks his hat. wya. )#╰ ゜art. * my nights go on and on ; my days are dark and tarred.#╰ ゜arthur. * may i stand unshaken amidst the crash of the world.
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they dressed as each other for halloween, (ft. @redemn // also currently at @dhampirul ; go follow kat for alucard shenanigans!!)
#( ;; the way i'm so obsessed with this oh my godddd. )#( ;; BUDDIES FOR LIFE LOOK AT THEM. HOWDY HOWDY HOWDY. )#╰ ゜art. * my nights go on and on ; my days are dark and tarred.#╰ ゜save. * this is mine now ! get your own !
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i've lost my memory for whatever reason and i don't know who you are but i just have a feeling that i'm supposed to trust you (said feeling is completely wrong and it's an enemy of some sorts)
#( ;; WAIT THE SAID FEELING IS COMPLETELY WRON G LMAO. )#╰ ゜wishlist. * too tired to feel this old ; too late to start again.
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" BUT HERE'S THE THING - " * arthur-coded rant *
#( ;; consuming r.dr2 content while my will to write is low. )#( ;; the m.usic in the bg is taking me OUT. )#( ;; camp bath rant speedrun any% )#╰ ゜out of character. * kat's blabbering about cowboys again.
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"Are you ok?" I'm actually tired bro. From the bottom of my heart I'm tired
#( ;; he wakes up and he's tired. does anything and he's tired. )#( ;; this simply gets worse the farther east they go. x )#╰ ゜musing. * they say i do it wrong runnin from the law.
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watching roger clark talk about red dead and him saying that his canon ending is helping john escape with high honor . :) i am validated every day .
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“Sometimes giving someone a second chance is like giving them an extra bullet for their gun because they missed you the first time.”
— Unknown
#( ;; 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 oh. )#╰ ゜dutch. * the building of a shrine ; only just to burn.#╰ ゜musing. * they say i do it wrong runnin from the law.
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❝ now i didn't say nothin' about takin' my chances with sally over here , ❞ asserts the outlaw first and foremost . ❝ you got a quick mouth on you . you see a gun in my hands ? ❞ and with that , he moves his arms onto the counter , the sides of his empty hands rested within her view . for all the bad he is , he counts himself a fool only when he wishes to show that he is . in matters of trading blows and quarreling with the locals of these various parts … well , he'd rather be seen as competent , and not flee like a dog with his tail between his legs . he knows if some woman comes out with a shotgun cradled in her arms and the rage of hell in her eyes , he won't be taking any chances with that . ❝ i told you , i ain't here lookin' for trouble . ❞
only a drink . a drink and a good rumor . but annabelle is as quick of a woman as she is clever . as far as the outlaw is concerned , this barmaid's eyes don't deceive her . there are good reasons why most people fail to meet his gaze , why they walk faster when they spot the pistol in its holster at his side , why the law keeps their eyes on him while he does nothing but work at cleaning his horse's hooves .
perhaps , then , it's why he once more grips at his glass , taking a good mouthful to gulp down . bitter alcohol stings somewhere deep in his chest . ❝ do i look like the charitable type to you ? ❞ this question slithers through his lips , rhetorical puff of air brushing past his chin . no quirk gives away his humor , arid and disagreeable . ❝ what can i do to get it outta you ? ❞
he makes threats so easily : he has no fuckin' idea who she is, then. in truth, a part of her almost likes it that way (without her father's reputation held over her like a painful reminder of everything she wasn't, she has no one else to be but herself, for whatever that means-- whatever thoughts he has of her, it is clear that they come from who she is, not whose last name fits over her like a noose). sure, it didn't seem like he had the best impression of her, but at least it was a honest one. her impression of him, though, is tainted. thought she might not be able to pick his face out from the thousand of wanted posters that litter their tiny town, he still stinks of trouble.
" if you came in here with your gun out, sally would match you blow for blow, sweetheart. " it is almost a joke, if not for the fact that it's the absolute truth. sally didn't open up a bar just to be walked all over. she was dangerous with a gun (hell, she was dangerous with just about everything she wrapped her greedy hands around : annabelle sure as shit wouldn't fuck with her). " you've got a real death wish if you want to take your chances with that old broad. "
well, had she seen anyone new around? the question caused her head to swivel slightly, this way and that way, as if she was checking to see who else was listening. a few people had taken an interest in their conversation, but they seemed drunk enough that it'd slip right from them the second they stumbled out of the saloon. " maybe, " she hummed, fixing him with her best smile. " i don't give away anything for free though. you never know when you're getting hustled-- i steer away from all charity. "
#maydette#( ;; you got me thinking of them all over again. )#( ;; brain fuel from a dm if you will. )#╰ ゜verse. * when the time comes ; there ain't no forgiveness.#╰ ゜in character. * thread.
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So we doing it?
#( ;; they're such brothers i adore them w my whole heart. )#╰ ゜john. * what's the meaning of the scar if we don't learn to heal ?#╰ ゜arthur. * may i stand unshaken amidst the crash of the world.
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a sigh of relief escapes his lips as they duck beneath the tarp stretched across his small table and bed , into the makeshift walls of his so-called 'tent' for what it's worth , it's hardly enough to shield him from view , but just enough that he can convince himself , especially in the throes of slumber ( or , perhaps , while being aided in his undressing ), that peeking eyes can be easily noticed if anyone dared . sloppy fingers tug at similar places in that fabric , brush again raven's one too many times . if he were less drunk , he would apologize . to say nothing of the palm at his chest . he breathes , careful , steadily , seemingly unable to parse it all . his gaze meets hers .
he blinks once , twice , thrive , a blank look in whiskey-widened eyes , a window that frames the picture his mind : thoughts laced together , frantic attempts to untangle the knots that inundate any line he tries to grasp . ❝ sure , sure . i've seen a lotta things i can't explain . but i , i ain't uh i ain't smart 'nough to recognize what's really goin' on anyway . ain't really … ❞ words stutter out before he has the chance to stop them , on account of the drink coating his throat , his tongue , with an easy venom meant to poison . he sure could be called poisoning himself now , for what it's worth the very fact he's rambled on about himself about idiocies and stupidities is not a thing most anyone would hear .
a long moment stretches . he reaches up now , lifting his hat from his head . with less easy access to the table beside his bed , for want of raven's space , he instead sets his hat atop her lengthy black hair . then , as if he's suddenly remembered he has a bed , the man drops himself quick on the mattress , forearms rested over thighs . gaze settles on the particularly severe curve of her shoulder . ❝ creatures in the woods i can't understand . neither c'n the rest'a this lot . ❞ he chuckles to himself , lets out an airy groan against the spin of the world still insistent upon the bottoms of his feet . ❝ eh … n' scares me plen'y , miss omen . all that stuff . i don't gotta know about it . that ain't my domain out there . ❞
the body is not her domain as is the mind, but invisible tendrils of darkness keep his feet steady, she won’t let him get more scruffed than life has made him. all this safekeeping she does in secret, and it pains her that she hasn’t been honest with him. now is no time for confessions of what she is, but she wonders if she could harness proof that he would care for her regardless. it’s not fair now, that he’s drunk, but she can’t allow herself the elation of his presence without worrying. even as her cheeks morph the warmth of his words into redder hues, her smile shies away. if only he could truly save her, if only she could remain in the embracing feeling of his happiness as she is now and never face the evils of her kin. these are impossible things to hope for, as they are, friends, they can only thrive in the dark, hiden from the burden of their foul responsibilities.
‘ mhm, until you fall asleep, i will not leave you, ’ no one seems to rise as they enter the tent, but she’s careful to keep her voice down. a purring whisper that speaks both of caution and tenderness, releasing his arm to illuminate a candle with matches she stole earlier from him. the sentimentals that permeate his space don’t go unnoticed by the empath, one item however, holds most of the spiritual energy, a jarred flower. ‘ but i do not wish to impose, pearson does not need another mouth to feed, ’ especially not one that will refuse to eat his stew. she’s aware of her complexities and can only expect to carry them lonesome. it’s easier to tend to others, it negates the need to accept in voce that she has needs beyond sainthood.
slowly, she reaches for arthur’s neck, giving him a final smile before delving into the task of helping him shed the day and rest. fingers graze him as she works on untangling his handkerchief, dark eyes immersed, lingering on his chest for a second too long when she's done. ‘ say, arthur, ’ here she looks up at him, innocent, her left hand lifting to find the brim of his hat, tone shifting from that mantric hymn to unequivocal human timidity, ‘ are you a spiritual man ? have you ever seen something you cannot explain ? ’
#ofsoul#( ;; poses sexily against the wall @ you. hey. )#( ;; i simply yearn for them. )#╰ ゜verse. * then that preacher man was hangin by a rope.#╰ ゜in character. * thread.
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always reading about and thinking about arthur as usual . anyways , in this book it says someone calculated that arthur’s kill tally , even in an honorable run , must have been somewhere around 900 people .
sb : how many people have you killed ? arthur : nine . sb : oh thank god . that’s not as bad as i thought haha , i thought it was gon’ be 90 or somethin big . arthur : hundred . sb : NINE HUNDRED ????
#( ;; sry i have not wished to write big things for him lately. )#( ;; i'm still yapping everyone's ear off on d.isco daily. )#( ;; this book is giving a lot of historical context. )#( ;; tmi but i'm dealing w a reproductive system issue irl so i'm taking it easy. )#╰ ゜out of character. * kat's blabbering about cowboys again.
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the physical goods are here .
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