#callonetta

[persimmontartkisses]

I just wanna say a thing about rarepairs real quick. I enjoy some rarepairs. I don't typically seek them out, just happen upon them and think "huh, kinda liked that."

A notable one for me would be Eskel x Priscilla from The Witcher 3. I think I first saw them put together in a A/B/O regency AU geraskier fic (saying all that out loud would 100% give me brain rot), and at first I thought it made very little sense, but I came to love it (thank goodness cause they took up almost as much screen time as the main pairing). The characterization of them was so sweet, and I thought their personalities vibed.

I've only stumbled upon this ship in one or two other fics, and never as the main pair due to my tag filtering, but I appreciate it when I see it. If I was really hungry for more content relating to that ship, I would write it myself. Sometimes you have to push your own limits of creativity to bring the things you enjoy to life, especially if they're really niche.

[notsofriendlyfriendlyreminder]

going about my day but Z moich snów uciekasz nad ranem, Cierpka jak agrest, słodka jak bez. Chcę śnić czarne loki splątane, Fiołkowe oczy mokre od łez

[mogranet]

The Witcher 3 – Wild Hunt – Priscilla (Callonetta) & Dandelion (Julian Alfred Pankratz) Cosplay

[barnyardjestercosplay]

𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢~*

I love the designs in Witcher 3: The Wild Hunt, and I wanted to put a spin on Priscilla. She has some clear Elizabethan/Tudor period elements already, so I wanted to go all out with slashed sleeves, cotton and silk velvets, and gold trimmed organza.

Priscilla: @barnyardjestercosplay Dandelion: @chewybreadcosplay Photo: @viciousfrockery

[jenlizrose]

Callonetta / Priscilla

Dandelion's one true love. Other than himself of course...

[fereldensheroes]

@stellanimarum, Callonetta and Jask!

Gods, what the hell? What the hell was the squid ship? What the hell was in his eye? What the hell were those tentacled people? What the hell? He was on the ground. That was important. It was from a crash, but he... was unharmed? He'd take it.

Jaskier had found what was, apparently, a druid grove. Druid groves he knew. He understood those. He did not, however, know or understand the horned refugees. Tieflings? His head was reeling, thus he was sitting, holding it as he processed.

[stellanimarum]

A work in progress of my darling girl ❤️❤️

[helluvatimes]

Ringed Teal

A male Ringed Teal looking happy in his pond. Photo credit: Jonathan Chua.

[antisocialsocialite]

i wrote another witcher fic... this time with Priscilla, and she’s not okay with playing second fiddle to Geralt

Why Do You Build Me Up, Buttercup?

"As long as you have the choice between him and someone, anyone, else, you’ll always pick him. Am I wrong?" "You choose me tonight, or you choose him. And that will be that. I won’t wait for you anymore. I can’t. You stay with me, or this is goodbye.”

[starwrittenfates]

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

Just gonna say it right here and now--- I don't find what is mentioned in The Witcher: Of Flesh and Flame comic about Priscilla and Dandelion "pursuing different paths" to be canon. Nope, not one bit. Granted, Priscilla does have a hard time healing mentally from the trauma after the attack she experienced. However, it's like Joachim said: "After an attack like that, possibly damaging her voice, it effects a minstrel and makes her lose the will to live. But Dandelion should be able to help her." And not to mention the fact that Dandelion outright says this in his journal about Priscilla: "Furthermore, having felt my heart tremble at the very thought of losing her, I have realized that she is the true love of my life, the one with whom I wish to spend the rest of my days." Not to mention, he actually did mature himself for her. That's character development that shouldn't be overlooked. Sorry but Dandelion and Callonetta are my canon. *mic drop*

[blogbirdfeather]

Ringed Teal (Callonetta leucophrys): male

Cruz Quebrada/Portugal (14/09/2024)

[Nikon Coolpix P900; 1200mm; 1/500s; F6,3; 110 ISO; -1 Exp. Comp.]

[northernolddragon]

Callonetta.

"As a poet and a romantic, I have immortalized in flowery verse the charms both corporeal and spiritual of many women. Yet when I open my mouth to sing the praises of Priscilla, I find - hard as this might be to conceive - that my throat constricts, words turn to meal in my mouth, and all elaborate turns of speech seem artificial and empty when compared to the natural beauty, talent, sensitivity and intellect nature has bestowed her."

[cultofthewyrm]

Priscilla, Callonetta by Deilson

[mogranet]

The Witcher 3 – Wild Hunt – Priscilla (Callonetta) Cosplay

[avernusfuries]

@stellanimarum asked: "I thought you might like some company."

Karlach Cliffgate had not been this happy in years. Ten years, to be exact. Though the quietness of the wilds would take some getting used to, the fact that she could hear herself think at all was a gift unto itself. She'd always imagined what the first thing she would do the second she'd snatched her freedom. Step one: get under someone. Step two: eat enough food that she felt fit to burst. Step three: go and achieve the life she'd been dreaming about. Wife. Husband. Maybe a cat, since the city had put a ban on dogs.

One thing she hadn't factored in, however, was the new temperament of the fucking engine. While it had worked perfectly for what it was needed for in the hells, it did not agree with the storm coast, and the tiefling wasn't entirely sure what to do with this newfound predicament. Dammon was an angel, and had almost melted his ear off when he'd leant in for a listen. He'd spewed some technical stuff that had flown over her head, but it had sounded right and that was all that mattered.

They camped near water. Made perfect sense to, when there was a camp full of people who would not only need fed, but bathed and watered. Karlach had waited for the rest of them to go to bed before she'd made her way there, and watched as the dog, Scratch, snuffled around in the dirt by the bank. The barbarian herself had settled with skipping stones. Just like Pluck had taught her when she was tiny. Think of every little stone as a bad or sad thought, and throw those away with the pebbles. It had sounded like complete nonsense when she'd been knee-high, but now that she had actually water, there was a comforting plop plop plop as they skipped across the still running water and sank, never to be seen again.

Her father had been onto something with that.

Karlach heard her come long before she spoke, and she paused right before she skipped another stone. Her head half turned and she greeted Callonetta with a bright and easy smile. "Soldier." Curt and to the point, the tiefling turned back to the water, and cast that pebble back into the dirt for another throw later. There was a part of her that wondered how she'd noticed she'd stolen off, until logical thought reminded her that she was a mortal torch, and the darkness was broken by the glow of her. Not bright enough to illuminate the entirety of the river, but enough to be noticed.

Hadn't worked like that in Avernus, because almost everything was made of fire, brimstone, all that bollocks.

"Can't sleep either? Got a few choice stones here, ripe for skipping if you wanna join in."

[victoriouscabaret]

♾️ I can't wait to see what comes up for you lol

Straight outta my Witcher 3 hyperfixation era lol