#mererid

[tigerlyla-of-metinna]

The Dutiful Chamberlain

Ciri: Chamberlain, is it true? Geralt is in there?

Mererid: That is true, Your Imperial Majesty. Master Geralt is having an important audience with your father, the Emperor.

Ciri: Let me in!

Outside...

Mererid: Apologies, Majesty, but no one is allowed to disturb them.

Ciri: Pleeeeease! Move out of the way!

Ciri: Ugh! Move old man! Dammit! You're like a statue! Come oooonnn!

Mererid: ....

Ciri: You know I could just use my powers and blink inside.

Mererid: If you do that, Majesty, I will be severely punished.

Ciri: *sigh* I can't let father punish you for doing your job. Very well, I will come back later. Send someone to inform me when the audience ends.

Mererid: As you wish, Your Imperial Majesty. And thank you.

Mererid, the dutiful and loyal chamberlain, ready to lay his life and limb to protect his master, even from Emhyr's own daughter.

Series of photos shot and given to me by ningomaningnong, my PS edits and captions. Hope you enjoyed this little tale!

[erinbeast]

What if Ciri goes against the will of her father-emperor, and secretly marries Roche in a church in a small village?

I think Emhyr won’t be as mad as everyone thinks. He knows his own strong will and his daughter definitely inherited it, he knew ultimately he couldn’t stop it no matter what he tried. He’ll definitely play it like he’s furious though. Ciri and Vernon chill at Regis’ place until they feel they can approach the emperor. Once they go back to Emhyr his demand is Vernon be a head General or some military high rank and Ciri continue being his heir. They will be moments of terror on Ciri’s part as Vernon continues to challenge Emhyr on anything. Vernon eventually chills out once he realizes just how clever and oddly caring the emperor is. Vernon thinks he’s died when he hears Emhyr actually laugh with Mererid over an old joke between the two.

Hope you like this. Might add more to it later.

[ooksaidthelibrarian]

New headcanon: Mererid has a psyduck. It falls over when it tries to bow, but it's doing its best.

[queenofyumcha]

modern au, stressed out businessman Emhyr finding out about essential oils and dumping them all over his bed because he does nothing by halves, do or do not, there is no try

ends up half drowning himself with essential oils and having a coughing fit, lavender searing the inside of his lungs, more stressed than ever before, frantically googling the side effects of inhaling a mist of herbal oils

Executive Assistant and lover mererid watching this happen like: 🕴️

[otterintheflightdeck]

Pearls Before Hedgehogs (Emhyr/Mererid, 730 words)

... so. I learned a couple of days ago that Mererid means “pearl” in Welsh. And then this happened.

(For context: A lot of Elder Speech words were taken from Welsh. And “eimyr” means “hedgehog” in the Elder Speech. I think that’s all you need know to enjoy this silly little scene.)

***

The setting sun painted the Emperor's desk with a broad stripe of warm orange light that caught on his jewelled surcoat and lined his hard profile in gold. There was little chance he'd make a request of Mererid before his evening meal, engrossed as he was in the letters he was writing, but Mererid stood unobtrusively in a corner of the office all the same. One could never know.

Sunshine crept slowly across the room. Mererid watched a few dust motes dancing in the air and made a mental note to have the office cleaned overnight.

The Emperor's quill stopped its scratching, and Mererid looked over. He had paused and set the quill down, sitting perfectly straight in his chair as he looked over the letter. There was something tense in the set of his shoulders, though, and he flexed his hand once.

Mererid crossed the room and stood at his shoulder, reaching for the offending hand. "Please allow me, Your Majesty," he said, though it was only a formality—he was already rubbing circles between the Emperor's thumb and forefinger, massaging the cramping muscles there. He'd done this before. He had been terrified the first time, his sense of propriety warring with the sudden, foolish urge to put his hands on the Emperor and take the pain away himself instead of calling for a physician. The Emperor had said nothing, though, and Mererid's head was still attached to the rest of him. So the hand massages had continued.

He had learned a long time ago not to think closely about what he was doing and who he was touching, lest his treacherous body give him away by reddening his face or quickening his breaths. He handled the Emperor's hand as if it were someone else's, his mind a careful blank as he rubbed his thumb up each of the finger bones, then turned it over to massage the palm.

The Emperor's breathing had slowed pleasingly, his ministrations having the intended effect. Mererid leaned into his task. He chanced a glance upwards and saw that the Emperor's shoulders had relaxed, too, his expression pensive as he stared ahead.

After another minute, the Emperor turned his head; Mererid could feel his breath on his ear. Goosebumps prickled the back of his neck, and then the Emperor spoke. "A myriad pearl divers along the shores of fair Etolia," he murmured in the Elder Speech, "yet fortune smiles brightest upon an urcheon in its burrow."

He noticed the perfect meter and rhyme of the short verse first. Then the meaning hit him, and his breath caught in his throat. He was still holding the Emperor's hand—too tightly, now—and he let go as if he'd been burned, his face hot with shame. Wishful thinking, he told himself, turning the words this way and that in his mind in frantic search of another explanation.

The dimming sun fell across the Emperor as he watched him, casting part of his face into deep shadow but setting his amber eyes alight. "Have I mistaken you?" he asked, his expression inscrutable.

So Mererid had been correct. A man of stronger mettle would have been able to compose a witty verse in response, perhaps. Emhyr—he allowed himself the small thrill of thinking of him as Emhyr, even though it made his face grow hotter—had sent his heart racing just by speaking his name with such gentle warmth, and language itself was escaping him. "I, I—" he stammered, then smoothed his trembling hands down the front of his doublet, trying to stand straighter. "No, Your Majesty."

Emhyr gave a short nod. His eyes fell to the letter on his desk, finally sparing Mererid from his steady gaze, and he picked up his quill again. Mererid dared to look at his downturned profile and saw that he was smiling. He stood there, struck dumb, until Emhyr turned his free hand over, his open palm a silent invitation.

He stepped to Emhyr's other side, grateful for the return to their routine and the opportunity to gather himself. "Please allow me, Your Majesty," he said needlessly, the familiar words tumbling from his mouth as if of their own accord. He took a steadying breath, then Emhyr's hand, and started rubbing small circles into the thick muscle of his thumb.

The only response was the scratch of quill against parchment.

[bittersweetbark]

Witcher characters as types of people buying groceries:

Geralt:

Takes a long time because everyone asks him to reach for high shelves and if he knows where to find the lemon juice.

Yennefer:

Shoves everyone aside and takes things out of other people's carts.

Ciri:

She's in every aisle before you get there. In. Every. Aisle.

Dandelion:

Stands in the middle of the aisle and talks very loud about the posh recipe he needs fresh cilantro for. Has never cooked a thing in his life.

Emhyr:

Stands in the middle of the aisle and looks at everything with disdain while Mererid is doing the shopping. Now and then he tells him "have you seen this, it looks interesting" and Mererid says "yes that's a potato, no we still have potatoes at home".

[lebenhosen]

Review: The Drowned Wood by Emily Lloyd-Jones

I hate writing critical reviews, and I know a lot of people are excited about this book, but it fell short of the mark in a number of ways for me. I would really love to see more Welsh fiction written by Welsh ffrindiau

Review: The Drowned Wood by Emily Lloyd-Jones Before I get into the main body of this review of The Drowned Woods by Emily Lloyd-Jones, a little disclaimer: I was sent a pre-release copy of the book by Hodder and Stoughton in exchange for an honest review. But I don’t think I really need that disclaimer, because this review will be very obviously honest. I don’t often write anything close to a…

[catgirlalchemist]

Mererid verch Vanw

By nature quiet and intense, and by cultivation kind, with a helping hand always at the ready, Mererid is a young wolf-clothed of the Brecheliant Greenwood in the land of Ynys Cantrevi, born both woman and wolf.

[pasdetrois]

- Mererid Puw Davies, The Tale of Bluebeard in German Literature: From the Eighteenth Century to the Present

[ariesmusingz]

૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ╱ WELSH NAMES MASTERLIST ( below the cut is #293 welsh first names. they are a mixture of feminine, masculine and neutral names, but please use as you see fit. please like / reblog if you found useful. )

feminine ;

addien

aderyn

adwen

aelwen

aeres

aerfen

aerona

aeronwen

aethwy

afanen

amser

anchoret

angharad

annwyl

anwen

aranrhod

arianrhod

arianwen

arlais

awen

awena

bethan

bethwyn

betrys

blodwedd

blodwen

blodwyn

braith

branwen

briallen

bronwen

bronwyn

brynn

buddug

caraf

cari

caron

carys

catrin

ceinwen

ceridewn

cerys

delyth

dilys

eilir

eira

eirlys

eirwen

eleri

eluned

enfys

enid

ffan

ffion

gaenor

gaynor

gladys

glain

glenda

glenys

glynis

glynnis

guenevere

guinevak

guinevere

gwawr

gwen

gwendolyn

gwenhwyfar

gwenifer

gwenllian

gwennan

gwenno

gwaldus

gwylan

gwyneria

gwyneth

haf

hafwen

heulwen

igraine

iorwen

kiah

lleucu

llinos

llywelya

lowri

lunet

mabli

maybn

madrona

madwen

mair

mairwen

mared

marged

medi

megan

meghan

melangell

menna

mererid

merlyn

morgana

morgause

morwen

myfanwy

nia

non

olwen

owena

raewyn

rhian

rhianna

rhiannon

rhianu

rhonda

rhoswen

seren

sian

sioned

siriol

sulwyn

talaith

tanwen

tegan

teleri

telyn

terrwyn

masculine ;

adda

aeron

aled

alun

andras

aneirin

arawn

arthur

baeddan

bedivere

bedwyr

berwyn

bevan

beynon

bleddyn

bowen

bran

broderick

brychan

brynmor

cadell

cadfael

cadfan

cadogan

caradoc

carwyn

ceron

cledwyn

collen

dafydd

dai

derwyn

dewey

dewi

dillan

dillon

dilwyn

eirwyn

elisedd

emrys

ercwlff

euros

gaerwn

gareth

geraint

gerallt

gethin

griffin

grittith

gruffudd

grugwyn

guto

gwalchmai

gwaltney

gwern

gwil

gwilym

gwydion

gwyn

hedd

heddwyn

howell

hywel

ianto

idwal

ieuan

ifan

ifor

illtyd

ioan

iolo

iorwerth

islwyn

kynan

lleu

llewellyn

lloyd

llyr

llywelyn

mabon

macsen

maddock

madoc

madog

meilyr

merewyn

meriadoc

mervin

mervyn

meurig

mihangel

mordred

myrddid

nye

owain

pasgen

peredur

powell

pritchard

pryderi

pwyll

rhodri

rhun

rhydian

rhys

romney

siarl

taffy

talan

taliesin

taran

trefor

tremain

trevelian

tudor

twm

urian

vaughn

yestin

ynyr

neutral ;

afon

avalon

avon

bricen

cadewyn

cadwalader

caerwyn

cai

cambrie

cariad

celyn

ceri

colwyn

crwys

dwyn

dylan

ebrill

eirian

elwyn

emlyn

evan

gaiwan

garan

glyn

glynn

gryffon

llar

meredith

morgan

mostyn

nesta

ninian

parry

pembroke

pugh

ragle

reese

rhoslyn

rice

sianai

tristan

uther

wynn

wynne

[tigerlyla-of-metinna]

“Leadership requires discipline, sacrifice, the ability to make people believe in the impossible. no one said anything about easy.”

-Quotes by Shopia Maguire ~ The Event

(pics requested from @alphagravy and my enhancements in PS.

[erinbeast]

ciri as empress of nilfgaard and roche as her loyal vassal and them dating...

Ciri being Emhyr’s Heir while Vernon was her lover and vassal would include:

-Poor, poor Mererid

-Man has to somehow train Vernon Roche to be a vassal while also serving Emhyr and seeing to Ciri and help her with training to be an Empress.

-Vernon Roche is so stubborn and it causes Ciri both amusement and horror, sometimes at the same time.

-Vernon Roche fights Emhyr every step of the way, this was Emhyr’s idea and Vernon is not going to let him forget it.

-Emhyr thought if Vernon Roche was made Vassal to Ciri then their love could be continued and everything would go smoothly

-Nope

-Vernon has to be a butt about everything, the clothes, the manners, the training in etiquette, the training in dancing (Honestly it’s ridiculous, how can someone memorize all these steps)

-The only part Vernon doesn’t fight is the military help he can provide to Emhyr and Ciri, though he does make small quips about the emperor under his breath much to Emhyr’s chagrin.

-Emhyr actually likes Vernon and his challenges though he makes to sure everyone thinks he despises the man and his Northnerness.

-Emhyr is thrilled Ciri took to being his heir even if it meant Vernon Roche would be close

-Little tiffs between Vernon and Emhyr that leave Ciri surely thinking Vernon will meet the hang man’s noose

-“NO! I will NOT be dancing during this event!” “You and Ciri are expected to dance as the main event for the ball, yes you will!” and so on. The tiffs leave Vernon irritable and grouchy while Emhyr is nothing if but amused and tickled someone would actually challenge him. Ciri wants to cuff them both over the head.

-Eventually Emhyr retires and chuckles as Vernon barely scrapes through Ciri’s coronation.

-Emhyr is his retirement comes over to the palace so often and loves to pick little fights with Vernon over stupid little things just to get a rise out of Vernon. Vernon takes a LONG time to catch on that this is a game to Emhyr.

-Vernon actually thought Emhyr HATES him, which he did at first to be fair. Takes a while for him to come around and openly admit that maybe Emhyr isn’t THAT bad. Maybe… Possibly..

-Mererid is glad when Emhyr retires, as he ‘retires’ with Emhyr and continues to serve him.

-Mererid does NOT like the tiffs, the are unprofessional and Sir would you please be mindful of what Vernon’s temper does to the court…

-Ciri takes to the throne beautifully and enjoys visits from Emhyr every now and again, though if you would please stop making my vassal slightly intimidated and irritable that would be great, thanks.

[otterintheflightdeck]

the gentleman will stop fooling around in photo mode

[bittersweetbark]

Let's change this up a little! The Emralt advent calendar but with the latest part showing up first:

Last Yule

If you're not familiar with the not-a-Christmas-carol "Good King Wenceslas" you might think I completely lost it with today's installment:

So I'll be providing you with a link:

And here's the link that leads to the monstrously long advent calender main post containing all previous calendar doors:

[dravenxivuk]

Play as Iorveth mod and Eskel's long hair mod both wips by @witcherscreenshotsdump

Morvran to Eskel mod one of these character swaps (I think)

Mererid to Letho mod is either one of those or one I made myself (I can't remember)

[catgirlalchemist]

"a helping hand"

something something excessive polish is the death of art so here's a mererid as-is