#Dalimira

[darero-art]

Happy birthday to @veralevina15 !!!

[veralevina15]

Red is like an internal poison and a consuming fire. And red is like the touch of someone dear, shining and warm. Red like the love of wife, like the love of older sisters.

The illustration for the ninth chapter of my fanfic "The Redanian Songbook" (in Russian). The chapter is called "The lonely voice of the King." -> AO3 , Фикбук

Красный как внутренний яд и пожирающий огонь. И в то же время красный как прикосновение кого-то родного, сияющего и тёплого. Красный как любовь жены , как любовь старших сестёр.

Это иллюстрация к девятой главе моего фанфика "Реданский песенник"! Глава называется "Одинокий голос короля".

[aljordandraws]

Designed Radovid's oldest sister Dalimira since we have no information for her.

[windflowerofskellige]

Fun interesting facts:

Ciri and Radovid were engaged for a full 6 months before Vizimir of all people broke it off. (Don't understand this would've made more sense if the kids had met then calanthe broke it off especially with Vizimir being so eager to marry Dalimira off to Foltest but whatever)

I am of the firm opinion that if Ciri and Radovid had been allowed to meet they would've been friends.

Proposition for an objectively hilarious AU where LITERALLY everything is the same except Ciri and Radovid were friends as kids. (Literally Just Friends Radovid desperately needs them)

BECAUSE IT'D BE HILARIOUS IN THE WITCHER 3 CIRI SHOWING UP IN REDANIA AND JUST POPPING IN TO SAY HI AND RADOVID'S JUST LIKE "what the FUCK Ciri"

[bookcalanthedaily]

Foltest for the ask game?

Sexuality Headcanon: bi-curious? he's into women, mostly, but sometimes he sees a handsome man and is like WHOO. Gender Headcanon: cis male, i think? A ship I have with said character: i do ship him with pavetta a little (when she's grown up) A BROTP I have with said character: geralt? maybe vizimir too a little before he refused to marry dalimira. A NOTP I have with said character: sorry, but vernon. again, a relationship that i personally see more as guardian-like that people often portray as romantic. A random headcanon: as children, foltest and adda often visited cintra. during one of these visits, against calanthe's advice, they were running around the rose gardens and he fell ass-first into a rose bush. still has scars on his butt from the thorns. General Opinion over said character: i do like him a lot. #2 favourite king after eist. i like him so much that i refused to play tw2 after he was killed off.

[lamburrito]

@she-who-drank-vodka-with-cats

So when I researched something for a different fic, I discovered that Radovid apparently has two older sisters.

(From the Wiki: "He grew up with two older sisters: Dalimira, informally known as Dalka, and Milena, who was known as Milka in a similar fashion. Dalka eventually dedicated her life to the priesthood after her failed engagement with King Foltest of Temeria, who instead chose to marry his own sister Adda, while Milka attended Aretuza to become a sorceress Millegarda.")

So obviously I had many questions. How old was he when they left? Does he know his sister is a sorceress? Do his sisters know about the abuse from Phillipa? Did they try to contract him or the other way around?

Slowly I came up with a canon divergence fic idea for Witcher 3 where after the quest to find Phillipa Geralt gets another job from him about finding his sister (s) (most likely in a "You failed to find Phillipa, but I give you another chance" way)

And basically this fic is supposed to explore all of these questions and also dealing with things like, what do his sisters think about him and why they think he is acting that way? (In Gwent it's stated he was a kind and joyful child until Phillipa took over tutoring him. So the little brother they know would be a stark contrast to how he is now) How could a reunion influence not only Radovid himself but also Geralt's opinion on him and later events of the game (especially the assassination plot)

But yeah, the fic is still mostly in the planning stage.

[garmonboziasworld]

Chapter 8: Deeper And Deeper

~1264~

A year had passed. And as King Vizimir promised, his younger daughter Melina was allowed to officially resign and leave the redanian court to visit Aretuza. So after one year of Dalimira's resignation, Redania gave Melina her official farewell. Mari was standing at the edge of the throne room and watched the familiar scene when she felt someone approaching her from the side. She didn't even need to turn her head to see who it was.

"Are you wearing that dress on purpose?"

Vernon's firm voice reached her ear.

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"You know I love that red off-shoulder dress on you."

"More than you like it off me?"

"Don't give me ideas in a room full of stiff and uptight nobles."

"Then I guess you'll have to wait until the feast is over."

"Hm …" Vernon simply hummed but the next second she felt his hand on her bare skin between her shoulder blades, hidden under her long hair, and stroked it gently, sending a chill down her spine.

"You better take your hand off me, Vernon. We don't want anyone to notice, do we?"

Almost painfully slow, he took his hand away again. "Always so mannered and reserved." Then, he stepped closer to her. So close that he could whisper in her ear. "But it feels good to know that I am the only one in this room who knows you can let yourself go completely. How I can make you forget about everything and how you fall apart beneath me."

"You're talking about the moaning mess I become under your hot, moving body?" She finally turned her head to him and looked at him. Their faces were so close, they could kiss each other if they wanted to. She looked into his wild eyes and she knew that he wanted to kiss just as much as she did. His eyes said it all. She reminded him of the effect he had on her and now he wanted it. Wanted her. "Was that mannered and reserved enough for you?"

"You cannot say something like that to me when I haven't seen you in weeks." His voice was rough and full of desire.

"There is so much more I could say to you." She took a last look at those eyes, then she turned her head away again. "But I'm afraid we'd have to leave if I do so."

"You better think about your words. Depending on what you say I will make you face the consequences later."

"I hope that's a promise and not a threat."

"Let's make it both," he murmured.

"Then you better do not disappoint me."

"Did I ever?"

"You know the answer to that …"

Yes, he knew it. He knew how her body reacted to his touch, how she melted in his hands. The way her hands were craving his body, how her lips hungered for his. How they felt on each other’s skin. The sounds she made when she forgot everything and everyone but him and his movements.

“I cannot wait to get you out of that dress …”

“And yet that's what you have to do.”

“Or we steal away unnoticed.”

“Not a very smart idea with your king approaching us.”

As Vernon spotted King Foltest making his way through the hall towards them, he grunted disapprovingly. There went his chance of leaving the activities and spending the rest of the evening with Mari alone.

Foltest reached them and he took Mari's hand to give her a subtle kiss on the hand. "You must have heard it several times before tonight, but I have to tell you that you look absolutely stunning this evening."

Mari bowed before him and smiled at him as she straightened up again. "Even your confidant from the secret service said something similar to me just a few moments ago."

"Did he?" Foltest looked at Vernon, slightly surprised. "And it only took him more than a year at my court to learn how to behave in the company of nobles."

"Oh I wouldn't say that he behaved," Mari answered and turned her head to look at Vernon again.

He returned her glance, hardly able to hide the smirk on his lips. "And I didn't hear you complain about it."

Whether Foltest did not notice or he didn't mind their subliminal flirting. He just kept on talking. "What he obviously still has to learn though is that you cannot leave a banquet like this without asking a gorgeous woman like you for a dance. Would you do me the honour?"

Again, Mari smiled at the temerian king. "It would be my pleasure, your Majesty."

He offered her his arm and she tucked her arm into it. As they wandered off, Roche could hear their voices slowly turning more and more quiet.

"You have to tell me how you got Vizimir to allow both of his daughters to leave court."

"Now that you mention it, your Grace, I really should tell you."

"I think I am about to have the most exciting conversation of the evening."

The candles lit her room as Mari sat at her dressing table and combed her hair. She was lost in her thoughts when she heard the knocking on her door. A smile appeared on her face as she answered the door.

"Come in." She laid down the brush and looked to the opening door. As expected, Roche entered the room and while he closed the door, she got up and walked over to him. Meeting each other halfway, she put her hands on his sides as he cupped her cheeks. They brought their lips close and shared a slow and yearning kiss. It wasn't ravenous or wild as one could suspect after being apart for such a long time. The kiss wasn't hungry, it was a kiss full of affection.

"You are still wearing that dress," he whispered against her lips.

"I couldn't deny yourself the pleasure to take it off of me yourself."

He watched her face and his eyes glistened with excitement. "Later. You can leave it on for now. I don't have to take it off for what I have planned to do to you."

Before she could respond to him, he moved her to the bed and pushed her down on the edge of it.

"Vernon, what are you- " Her words were cut off as he kneeled down in front of her and shoved up her dress. In a slow motion, he pulled down her undergarments and pushed her legs open, leaving her bare right in front of him. Her breath quickened as he crawled closer and put his arms around her legs. With slow, burning kisses he kissed his way up her inner thighs until he …

"Vernon!"

Roche leaned against the massive, wooden headboard of Mari's bed. He nibbled on his glowing pipe, one arm put around Mari who snuggled up against his bare chest, her breath slow and calm. The expensive and luxurious silky sheets covered their lower bodies, the cold fabric cooling down their heated skin. His rooms at the viziman palace were not that bad, he knew that, but compared to her quarters they appeared like a broom closet. Roche was sure that just the bedsheets alone in which he was lying right now were worth more than everything combined in his private chamber in Vizima. Her four-poster bed was at least twice the size of his and it was made out of massive, beautifully carved dark wood, heavy red velvet curtains attached to each poster. But it was not only the bed which was impressive. The whole room was. The extraordinary carpets from Kovir and Poviss, judged by the patterns. The built in bookshelves, stuffed with books. The seating corner in front of the fireplace. Her dressing table, the scissors chair, even just the little side tables and candleholders were impressive. And even the twisted, dark red candles inside them looked expensive. How was it possible that a woman like Mari, who was used to such luxuries, was spending her time with someone like him?

He felt her moving slightly against his chest and heard a sweet sigh escaping her. He turned his head towards her and kissed her hair as she slowly opened her eyes.

"You know, usually it is the man who falls asleep quickly after."

She mumbled and stroked his chest with one of her hands. "You exhausted me."

"Is that a complaint or a compliment?"

"What do you think?"

"Well," he took a puff from his pipe and exhaled the smoke. "If I remember the sounds you made, the way you called out my name, all the things you said, all the things you begged me to do to you, I - "

He was cut off by her lips capturing his, engaging him in an intense kiss. Returning it, he put aside his pipe so he could wrap his second arm around her, too. As they kissed, she let her hand travel down his stomach, her fingers following the trail of hair under the sheets. A throaty groan escaped his lips as her hand rested between his legs and stroked him.

"You know I like your savage way of taking me," she breathed against his lips.

"Shit …" he whispered, voice heavy with arousal caused by her words and actions.

Mari shifted, swinging her leg over his lap to straddle him. His hands immediately found her hips and his fingers dug into her skin as she lowered herself onto him. As she moved on top of him, he let his head fall back against the headboard again, his eyes closed, enjoying the pleasure she was giving him. After just a few minutes, they were breathing heavily. Mari leaned into him, resting her forehead against his, their pants hot on each other's skin. Roche moaned, short and quiet, almost innocent, but by the way he grabbed her hips she knew that he was close. So she moved for him and when he pressed her down even harder, finding his relief with deep groans, she kept on rolling her hips until the last wave of pleasure rolled over his body. When his breath went back to normal, he picked up his still glowing pipe again and took a deep drag on it. While he exhaled the smoke into the air he looked at her and suddenly his facial expression changed from satisfied to somewhat embarrassed.

"Wait. Did you ….?"

Smiling at him, she shook her head. "I'm fine, Vernon."

"Really? I can take care of it if you want me to."

"I'm fine," she assured him and kissed him, the taste of his pipe on his lips. "But for the next time …"

"What?"

"You take off that chaperon first."

"Oh …" Vernon commented shortly, not even noticing he was still wearing it. "And I thought that was the reason why you acted so hot in the first place."

"You wish, hm?"

"Some people get turned on by much stranger things than that. I see and hear a lot during my Intel work."

"Keep the dirty details to yourself." She gave him another kiss before she nestled up against his chest which slowly rose and fell whenever he took a drag on his pipe. The other hand not holding his pipe stroked up and down her back, his fingers tracing her spine.

"So …" he slowly started. "I couldn't help but notice what Foltest asked you when he took you to dance with him."

"And?"

"And I'm curious what you told him."

"I guess he will tell you soon enough."

"But I'd like to hear it from you …"

She sighed and turned her head a little to look at him. "King Vizimir and King Foltest promised Prince Radovid and Princess Adda to each other."

"What?" Vernon's look on his face was more than being surprised. "How did you manage that? And what does it have to do with Vizimir's daughters?"

"Vizimir only accepted the resignations of his daughters if the redanian throne was secured. And his best chance to do so is Radovid. The boy is eager and keen, he wants to be king someday."

"But every throne needs an heir."

"A problematic nature Redania and Temeria share. But Vizimir has a son and Foltest has a daughter. One that is quite difficult to marry off given her biography."

"That's one way to say it …" he said and clearly thought about something. "But talking about heirs, if they will have children, to which kingdom do they belong to?"

"Technically speaking to both. But the first born is promised to Temeria since Foltest is in a bigger need of a successor to the throne than Vizimir, who still has Radovid."

"But Adda is Foltest's daughter, she is his rightful heir. She can be Queen of Temeria, Temeria doesn't need a child of hers and Radovid."

"The Temerians don't want her on the throne." Her answer was direct but it was the truth. "She may be his daughter, but she is also his daughter from his incestuous relationship with his sister. And she was cursed, a Striga for most of her life. The Temerians never forgot that."

"So in the end, everyone gets what he wants."

"Theoretically, yes. But it will take a few more years until Radovid has the age to marry. And who knows what will happen in that time."

"Don't be so pessimistic. What's the worst that could happen?"

Mari stopped leaning against his chest and sat up to look at him. "Nilfgaard will not give up that easily. They'll surely try to invade the North again. War is the worst that could happen."

"You worry too much."

"Do I?"

"You know you do." He pulled back a loose strand of hair out of her face. "What did you do all those years before me to ease your worried mind?"

“I took care of it myself. No! Not what you are thinking right now!” she protested when she saw his smirking lips around his pipe.

“It’s too late to erase that picture from my mind now.”

“You have a dirty mind, Vernon Roche, did anyone ever tell you that?”

“Hey, you profit from that, too.”

“Hm … Okay, you got a point there.”

"And you never seemed to mind."

"Shut it."

"Make me."

She leaned closer to him and she was about to kiss him but stopped right in front of his lips, teasing him.

"If King Foltest tells you, at least try to pretend you didn't know already."

"Why? I'm his spy, there is nothing I don't know already, it is my job to find out things like these."

"But not this. There are only a few people who know. And we want to keep it that way. If you tell him you know already, he knows who might have talked."

"You're afraid he'll find out about us."

Ignoring his remark, she continued. "We cannot allow that information to reach the ears of people who shouldn't know."

"And who might that be?"

"The other kings. Or even the emperor of Nilfgaard. A united Redania and Temeria is a threat. The two most powerful kingdoms joined through marriage. A mighty enemy. An enemy no one wants to face. So they might try to interfere or to do everything to prevent this from happening. Which endangers the prince and Adda. Or even our kings. Because I don't know what will happen to the proposal if one of them dies. That's why no one mustn't know."

"You really thought about everything, didn't you?"

"The king entrusted me with it. So of course I did. I couldn't let him down. And he and King Foltest asked me to take care of Adda. She is in the temple of Melitele in Ellander where Dalimira is. She will help me. Teach Adda how to behave properly, how to speak. She is not accustomed to these things. But she has to if she is going to be queen. I'll have to use some magic, but Vizimir and Foltest gave me permission to do so. I will not disappoint them."

He closed the gap between them and kissed her. When they parted again, she gave him a confused look.

"What was that for?"

"I told you people get turned on by strange things. Mine is patriotism."

[dls-ao3]

Last 10 Fics Tag Meme

Rules: Post the first lines of your last ten fics read or written and then tag others to do the same.

Tagged by @domestic-fanperson​. A mix of what’s sitting in my inbox and my ao3 history, mostly Witcher fics:

1. transient; perpetual by mercutiowasababe (The Witcher, Geralt/Jaskier):  Geralt watches Dalimira swirl around the dance floor, carefully guided by the bold hands of the bard.

2. Fix All Those Questions Unasked by @rhubarbdreams (Stranger Things, Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove): Steve is one hundred percent certain Billy Hargrove is a total troll and probably gonna be their downfall.

3. My Sweetest Friend by WithThisShield (The Witcher, Geralt/Jaskier & Lambert/Jaskier): Trudging into Flotsam with his lute case on his back, Jaskier was tragically sober, but he planned to rectify that problem as soon as humanly possible.

4. to the waters and the wild by @courtingtrouble (The Witcher, Geralt/Jaskier):  Cirilla rose before the dawn, planning to go out and start running through her warmups. 

5. Silver's Kiss by @stfustucky (The Witcher, Geralt/Jaskier): “I said, stay out of my fucking way!”

6. Here There Be Witchers by ghostinthelibrary (The Witcher, Geralt/Jaskier): “How much do you love me, Geralt?” Jaskier asks his boyfriend on a sunny, brisk morning in early spring while they’re in the middle of their daily sparring session.

7. Alternative Paths by Tracker_Lucifer (Dark Knight Rises, Bane/John Blake):  Police sirens wailed as the radio crackled to life with reports of the robbers and sightings of the Batman.

8. Lingua Franca by Octinary (The Witcher, Geralt/Jaskier): “Ugh!  By all the gods that is foul!  Try this!”  

9. someone to watch over me by @agentlewomanandascholar​ (The Witcher, Geralt/Jaskier): It isn’t the kind of work Geralt likes.

10. Pink Carnations by @ligeiasand​ (The Witcher, Geralt/Jaskier): Geralt crossed the pasture in the back of the animal shelter slowly, letting his newest client - a big Kangal dog which had never learnt to wear a collar or leash and worse had never learnt to trust a human - have her fill with the free-roaming time.

Tagging @ladyvaderpixetc​! 

[lwiica-archive]

                                 Foltest & Adda of Temeria

Currently ruling King of Temeria. Not married. A rumour - rather believable - was spread, that his bachelorhood was not a matter of choice. At a young age, Foltest begun a scandalous romantic relationship with his own sister, Adda of Temeria. After his coronation, he intended to marry Adda and make her a Queen by his side, which terribly offended the King of Redania, Vizimir - as he was meant to marry Vizimir’s daughter, Dalimira. But Adda of Temeria died and no wedding took place. The scandal was still loud, after all, Foltest and Adda had a child, a daughter, called Adda the White. Because of that, no monarch or aristocrat wanted to marry their daughter to Foltest and tie themselves with “that scandalous court.”. Andrzej Sapkowski Zone, Temerian Dynasty - Foltest. 

[lionorsa-a]

Temerian Dynasty - Foltest.

Currently ruling King of Temeria. Not married. A rumour - rather believable - was spread, that his bachelorhood was not a matter of choice. At a young age, Foltest begun a scandalous romantic relationship with his own sister, Adda of Temeria. After his coronation, he intended to marry Adda and make her a Queen by his side, which terribly offended the King of Redania, Vizimir - as he was meant to marry Vizimir’s daughter, Dalimira. But Adda of Temeria died and no wedding took place. The scandal was still loud, after all, Foltest and Adda had a child, a daughter, called Adda the White. Because of that, no monarch or aristocrat wanted to marry their daughter to Foltest and tie themselves with “that scandalous court.”

[veralevina15]

Frame 1. Radovid (a storyteller) : "Milena is the eldest of my two sisters. While Dalimira was fascinated by religion, Milka, resolute and stubborn, dreamed of becoming the first ruling queen in the history of Redania. But according to the old custom, the princes always inherit the throne before their sisters".

Frame 2. Milena: "After so many years - and a boy! Father is beaming! He did not want to see me on the throne ..."

Dalimira: "Milena, it's not like that! And don't transfer your resentment to our newborn brother!"

Radovid (a storyteller) : Milka and I were very friendly with each other, we often played together! I was the mighty King Radovid, and she was my adviser, the sorceress Millegarda. Her magic power woke up late in full force. When Milena could no longer control it, Philippa insisted on studying at Aretuza. How I wept when my sister had to leave!"

Frame 3. Radovid (a storyteller) : "There was no news about my sister for almost 15 years. And even after destroying Aretuza, I still did not find out where Millegarda had gone. Yes, Milena is a sorceress, but first of all she is my sister. And I will definitely find her..."

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Кадр 1. Радовид (рассказчик): "Милена — старшая из двух моих сестёр. Пока Далимира была увлечена религией, решительная и упрямая Милька мечтала стать первой в истории Редании правящей королевой . Но по старинному обычаю королевичи всегда наследуют трон прежде своих сестёр".

Кадр 2. Милена : "Спустя столько лет - и мальчик! Отец прям сияет! Как же он не хотел видеть меня на троне…"

Далимира : "Милена, это не так! И не переноси свою обиду на нашего новорождённого брата!"

Радовид (рассказчик) : "Мы с Милькой были очень дружны, часто играли вместе! Я был могучим королём Радовидом, а она - моей советницей, чародейкой Миллегардой. Её Дар поздно пробудился в полную силу. Когда Милена больше не могла его контролировать, Филиппа настояла на учёбе в Аретузе. Как же я рыдал, когда сестре пришлось уехать!"

Кадр 3. Радовид (рассказчик): "О сестре не было вестей почти 15 лет. И даже разрушив Аретузу, я так и не узнал, куда делась Миллегарда. Пускай Милена и чародейка, но в первую очередь она моя сестра. И я обязательно отыщу её..."

[veralevina15]

Adda, Milena and Dalimira are thinking about how to help Radovid overcome his feelings of hatred and encourage him to stop the Witch Hunt.

Адда, Милена и Далимира думают над тем, как помочь Радовиду преодолеть чувство ненависти и побудить его остановить Охоту на ведьм.

(это иллюстрация к новой, восьмой главе моего фанфика «Реданский песенник» под названием «Печаль и тихий звук неунывающих речей»)

Links: Фикбук

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[veralevina15]

It was one of my first art of Milena (Millegarda) and Dalimira, Radovid's older sisters.

Milka's decoration with Redanian eagles in braid is called nakosnik (Russian word "kosa" - braid, "nakosnik" - "on the braid").

Dalka is wearing a royal dress (before she became a priestess of the Eternal Flame).

[veralevina15]

Hello! I have 1 slot for commissions in digital: a portrait of The Witcher character up to his shoulders (as in the examples).

Feel free to DM me if you're interested or have any questions :)

[veralevina15]

Let’s look at the “Art vs artist”

[veralevina15]

Summary of Witchertober2022

This year I have chosen four topics for witchertober

Day 1 - the Mentor ( young prince Radovid and Philippa);

Day 8 - the Heir ( young prince Radovid and his father king Vizimir);

Day 25 - the Eternal Flame ( Dalimira, Radovid's older sister);

Day 27 - the Lesser Evil ( young Cyprian Wiley aka Whoreson Junior) .