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we heard you love women
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I would love to see Grunt wearing a t-shirt with this phrase on it
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can we at least put Anya Chalotra and MyAnna Buring in another show together please
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I cannot stress enough how much I hate waiting for a package to be delivered since Tuesday (well late Monday i suppose) and it doesn't move for 3 days and it is still not in my damn province yet and tomorrow is fucking Friday and they don't deliver on weekends.
So fuck me I guess 😑
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No one would ever love her? But Tissaia this is exactly what you do.
Tissaia shows in season 2 in so many ways that she cares for Yen and I love it! She literally tortured a man to find her. You can see how much it hurts Tissaia that she can't help Yennefer in that scene and that she wished she could. That woman is close to tears AGAIN for Yennefer. It's like Tissaia said, Yen's pain is her pain.
In two episodes we saw her at least three times crying. No one could love her, my ass! That's love!Risking everything for the person you love, doing everything you can and FIGHTING for them.
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MyAnna Buring, breathtaking either way, with either color:
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Now please listen...🥺
Some of y'all know my love for Female Shepard / Councilor Tevos.
Two chapters. TWO CHAPTERS! For From Ashes dropped.
And for those familiar with From Ashes...it was worth the wait. Trust me. My heart is ready to explode.
If you have not read this yet or you are curious, please read my friend's amazing story. It will cover all three games. We are at ME2 events now.
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spectralhero · 3 days
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Im curious.
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Yennaia Ficlet
A.N. Quick bare bones scene I wrote to get used to the characters. I’d love some feedback about how they sound because I’m not sure if I’m getting it right. Also this is supposed to be post season 3, in a world where Tissaia lived. I'll probably use this for my story later.
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There were two knocks at her door.
“Come in.” Tissaia said, knowing only one person dared to visit her this late. Outside her window a black, starry sky hung over Aretuza.
The door opened and Yennefer stepped in. Tissaia softly smiled, glancing up then back to her book. “You’re back late.”
Yennefer crossed the room with a quiet sigh and stopped at her bedside. “We…may have to do some damage control.”
Tissaia quickly looked up, a jolt rushed through her and a shiver down her spine at the sight of blood running from the right side of Yennefer’s neck down the front of her black shirt.
Tissaia shut the book, threw back the bedcovers, and got up, her hands reaching for Yennefer’s waist—
She pulled them away with a start at the cold wetness soaked to the right side of Yennefer’s shirt.
“That too.” Yennefer said coolly and Tissaia’s eyes widened at the red on her palm.
“What on earth happened?”
“A…misunderstanding…of sorts.” Yennefer smirked a little. “Jaskier called it a bar-gument. Get it?”
Tissaia didn’t share her chuckle, only eyed her with a furrowing brow.
“You don’t find that funny…” Yennefer averted her gaze and cleared her throat. “It really wasn’t that bad—”
“You’re covered in blood.”
Yennefer stepped away with a grin. “But I’m fine. You know I can’t die.” Yennefer uncapped the decanter on Tissaia’s desk and poured the wine left from their early dinner into an empty glass nearby.
“And now do they?”
“…” Yennefer took a swig and shrugged. “I don’t think they’ll care. They’ll probably forget what they saw by morning.”
“And what exactly did they see?”
Yennefer took another swig, deeper, and Tissaia hurried over, grabbing her wrist, taking the cup from Yennefer's hand. “What’s wrong with you?” She set the empty cup to the desk quick and grabbed Yennefer’s chin. “Let me see your eyes.” Yennefer’s dilated pupils answered her concerns. “What did you take?”
Yennefer searched for a refute.
“Don’t lie to me. You know I can pull the truth out of you if I want.”
“I do.” Yennefer smirked and went to grab Tissaia’s waist but the Rectoress pushed her hands away.
“What did you take?”
“Have you ever heard of Fisstech?”
Tissaia’s eyes widened.
“Harmless, really. It was Jasi’s idea.”
“Jasi?”
“He told me I should loosen up.” Yennefer softly smiled at the end and poured another glass. “It doesn’t have much effect on me.” She downed her second cup of wine.
Tissaia pulled apart the fastenings on Yennefer’s shirt, opening the collar more. A few were already undone, and a part of the shirt flap hung open. She tip-toed to inspect the cut to Yennefer’s jugular, noting the younger woman’s twitch at her touch.
“So, the story…we wanted a bit of fun, danger—”
“Danger?”
“So we end up at this Nilfgaardian bar—”
“What?” Tissaia had Yennefer’s shirt in her fists. “Are you insane?”
Yennefer quieted.
“They kill Aretuzans.”
“They didn’t know I was one…until the fight—”
“In which you what?” Tissaia raised her voice slightly above normal.
“Jaskier got into it with an off duty member of Emhyr’s guard. One petty argument led to the next, and that led to a brawl. I stepped in to help, blew the guy across the room. And then half the bar came for me. One guy surprised me, tried to cut my throat. Of course blood went everywhere, but when I didn’t die…”
With a small huff, Tissaia finished undoing the last fastening on Yennefer’s shirt. She took the mage’s glass and pulled the shirt off, arm by arm. “Go sit by the fire.” She nudged her in the direction of the fireplace and Yennefer obeyed the order, sitting then stretching out to lay—
“Not when you’re covered in blood.”
Begrudgingly, Yennefer sat up. She longed to stretch out on the warm bear pelt rug in front of the fireplace. In the background, Tissaia whispered a spell over a bowl in her hand.
“I’ll regenerate. You know I’ll be fine.”
Tissaia brought over two bowls and a couple of towels. She knelt at Yennefer’s side, dipping the corner of the cloth into water that rippled iridescent colors. Carefully she pressed along Yennefer’s skin, wiping the dried blood from the wound on Yennefer’s neck. The gaping gash had already healed some. By morning it would likely be gone.
Yennefer leaned back with a small blissful smile touching her lips at Tissaia’s soft strokes across her skin. The solution stung when it seeped into the open wound but she barely flinched. Yennefer tested her luck and laid on her good side, resting her head in the Rectoress’s lap.
“Why do you take care of me?”
“Keep coming back like this and you’ll be cleaning these yourself.”
Tissaia didn’t mean that, Yennefer knew.
“There’s something I’ve always wanted to know…”
“Hm.”
 Yennefer closed her eyes. “Why did you stop calling me piglet?”
Tissaia was quiet for a moment. “We both know you’re much more than that.”
Yennefer took Tissaia’s hand from her neck, kissed it, and let go.
Tissaia moved down, pulling out a sizeable glass shard from Yennefer’s side and Yennefer stiffened with a grimace.
“Ow!”
“There’s more…” Tissaia said and dropped the glass into the empty bowl. Yennefer's brow furrowed and her jaw clenched as Tissaia pulled out the broken bottle shards. She buried half her face into Tissaia’s lap. She could feel the glass between her skin more now than she could before. Her high was fading and she hadn’t drank enough wine to numb the pain.
The glass shards clinked against one another as Tissaia dropped the remaining pieces into the bowl.
The sharp throb in Yennefer’s side subsided and the cool cloth pressed to the wound with a soft touch. Tissaia was a better nurturer than she probably thought. Yennefer smiled knowing she was likely one of few to ever see Aretuza’s great Rectoress sitting on the floor.
“You’ve changed since we met.” Yennefer said soft.
“Oh?” Tissaia said with a bit of feigned surprise.
“When I first came here I was sure you’d have my head, or that I’d end up in a dungeon somewhere.”
Tissaia stopped her strokes on Yennefer’s side, her expression falling grim.
“I hated you for a moment, and I didn’t know why.” Yennefer softly chuckled and Tissaia picked up the dry towel.
“I think I gave you a few reasons.”
“In my eyes you were a Queen. Powerful…and beautiful beyond measure.” Yennefer sat up and touched Tissaia’s cheek. “You still are.”
Tissaia allowed a small kiss but didn’t put much into her return before she pulled away. “Let me finish.”
Yennefer laid back down and Tissaia moved Yennefer’s arm up, away from the wound she cleaned. “…All I wanted was to be perfect enough to make you proud.”
Tissaia stopped again, biting back her emotion and blinking away her watering gaze.
“And then you remade me into something I never could’ve fathomed.”
At Tissaia’s silence, Yennefer looked to the woman watching the fire with a tear rolling down her cheek. She sat up but Tissaia wiped her own tears before Yennefer could.
Tissaia pressed a hand to Yennefer’s shoulder and Yennefer laid back down, her hand wrapped around Tissaia’s thigh. The cloth pressed gently to the angry punctures at Yennefer’s side. “I didn’t choose you for no reason.”
“Why did you?”
“Your chaos called to me.” Tissaia let silence linger between her phrases. “Of course I didn’t know it was you at the time. I was simply following a trail.”  She cleaned the last bit of blood and dried the spot. "There."
Yennefer looked at the cuts in her side, which were starting to shrink. “Already getting better.” She rolled onto her knees and wrapped an arm around Tissaia. She kissed her. “Thank you.”
Tissaia touched her cheek. “You have made me proud. More than you know.”
Yennefer looked down. She didn’t know what to say, so she kissed her again, inching forward. Her hand knocked into a bowl and Tissaia pulled away.
“Careful.” She smiled into the kiss and Yennefer stopped.
She didn’t feel like being bothered with cleaning or making space. So she scooped Tissaia into her arms, stood, and walked to the bed, thankful her new form allowed her a level of strength she hadn’t had before her death.
“Yennefer.”
She heard the surprise in Tissaia’s voice and smiled. She lay Tissaia down and climbed over her.
“Since when are you able to do that?”
She ignored Tissaia's question, responding with kisses pressed to the Rectoress's neck. The tip of her tongue brushing against Tissaia’s skin. She wanted to taste her even more. She wanted to feel the rile of Tissaia’s chaos and the Rectoress’s fingers squeezing into her back like talons gripping a kill.
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MyAnna Buring in The Witcher (s3) as Tissaia de Vries
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ANYA CHALOTRA at the Witcher Season 4 table read
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spectralhero · 4 days
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No no hold up. Listen Yennaia writers...words can't express my gratitude enough for y'all.
Saying "fuck that" to what happened to Tissaia and fixing it with all the amazing fics...
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rarepairs r so funny because you'll be part of the rarepair group n you'll be like. okay but look at all this stuff that makes them make sense and from the outside you look like youre holding a conspiracy board with dots and string n everyone is like ohh wow.. okay.... umm.. if u say so.... but when youre IN the rarepair group youre like no listen look. its obvious. look at this. look. there are famous ships with less substance than this
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MyAnna Buring as Tissaia THE WITCHER (2019– )
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