#teryn the witcher

[fassophy]

frances pooley in the witcher

[bluedillylee]

Let’s go!

Just like last time I’ll mark spoilers with #witcher s3 spoilers

does tagging spoilers for a month afterwards sound good or would you guys like 2 months?

[youaremysunshine-court]

When the only adoption service on the continent is the White Wolf

[hunterarden]

The Witcher: Spoilers

Jfc I’d read about the emperor’s humanizing ending where he falls in love with his teenage daughter’s double, which is creepy enough on its own, but then reading about their “date,” which was the worst, and the most ominous wedding bells ever

MAYBE it’s like a second chance with Pavetta, instead of killing her (as he was planning to do), he simply ruins her life.

[sourwolf-sterek32]

Broken Heart

Summary: You were the first and only female Witcher.

You and Geralt had been together since you were teenagers, training and fighting alongside each other for decades. However, when Yennefer of Vengerberg showed up, he chose her.

Now, years later, you go back to Kaer Morhen for the winter and come face to face with Geralt of Rivia, forcing old feelings to resurface once again.

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Language, violence, blood,

Previous Chapter

Chapter 17-

"Hiding my real skills, knowing I could take a life at any time. It was... exasperating." Vilgefortz continued to say before he swung the staff at Geralt who barely managed to block the attack with his sword.

You watched the two of them go back and forth. Taking swings and blocking strikes and you came to a very horrible realisation that this was a fight that Geralt might not win.

This mage was powerful.

And he was an excellent fighter. His magical staff could be warped between his hands at will, making it near impossible to get a hit in.

Shit. This wasn't going to be good.

"Today I hold back no more!" Vilgefortz shouted, knocking Geralt to the ground and raising his staff.

You sprinted over to them, skidding to your knees in front of Geralt and holding your sword up high just as Vilgefortz swung his staff down at the white haired Witcher. The blade of your sword only just managed to take the hit, saving Geralt with less than a second to spare.

The look of surprise flashing across Vilgefortz’s face at your presence was pleasing, but you didn't get much time to think about it before he was already taking another swing at you with the staff.

You hastily got to your feet, deflecting the attack before you spun around the nearest pillar for cover. His metal staff slammed into the pillar so hard it cracked the cement with a sickening crunch before you jumped out from cover and swung your sword at him.

As suspected his staff was warped into his other hand, blocking your blade from piercing his skin before you swung again, and again, but he was easily able to block your sword like child’s play.

Vilgefortz was more vicious and ruthless than you could have imagined.

"I have done my research on you, Y/N." Vilgefortz began to say, swinging his sword at your head, forcing you to deflect hit after hit while backing away from the mage after each swing. "The famous female Witcher. The only girl to survive the Trials."

"Why did you have Rience kidnap me? Why did you want my blood?!" You shouted, slamming your sword in his direction which he easily deflected.

"Your blood is strong. Stronger than most. You survived those Trials for a reason and in order to get Cirilla's blood to take to my test subjects I had to fuse it with yours to make it strong, and finally it worked."

"What the hell are you talking about?" You asked, dropping your guard for a split second as you tried to piece his information together.

Was he talking about Teryn? The girl Geralt rescued from the castle?

"You will know soon enough."

He swung the staff with his right hand towards your stomach and you quickly lowered your sword to deflect the metal pole when suddenly the staff vanished in his hand.

Oh, shit.

You knew exactly what was about to happen, but not even your Witcher speed could react fast enough before the magic staff appeared into his left hand and slammed into the side of your head, hard.

You hit the ground just as hard. Sharp piercing ringing was the only thing you could hear as you struggled to your hands and knees, your vision fading in and out while your entire body swayed as you fought to stay conscious.

Blood dripped from your forehead mixing into the sand below you. Your head was thumping viciously in pain like it had been split open. Hell, it might have been, you weren't going to rule it out.

You knew you needed to get back up. You knew you needed to grab your sword and get to your feet because Vilgefortz would take the finishing hit any second, but your body wouldn't cooperate.

"Don't fucking touch her." Geralt growled, but you couldn't make out his words above the ringing and rush in your ears.

You tilted your head to find Vilgefortz now distracted by Geralt. The two of them fighting one-on-one. The sword and staff clashed together violently and forcefully. The two of them putting everything behind their swings like their lives depended on it.

Being a Witcher, you and Geralt had met many monsters. You had come close to dying in some fights, Geralt too. But you always survived. Always.

But now...

The two of you were out of your depth. Vilgefortz wasn't like any other mage who could be easily killed. He was much more skilled and powerful than you and Geralt combined. You both knew it, and Vilgefortz certainly knew it too.

Geralt ducked out the way of the metal staff, managing to put a few feet between him and Vilgefortz before he casted an Aard at the mage. You watched in pure horror as Vilgefortz flung his staff forward, sending Geralt’s telekinetic shockwave hurdling back towards him.

"No!" You screamed, but it was too late.

There was nothing either of you could do before Geralt’s Aard smashed into his chest, sending him flying back out the cave and landing roughly on his back outside on the beach. His body unmoving where he laid.

"You're fucking dead!" You yelled, forcing yourself to your feet and snatching your sword from the ground before charging at the mage.

He had his back facing you, but managed to summon his staff behind him, deflecting your blade at the last possible second and stopping it from spearing into his back.

"Not today." Vilgefortz responded, spinning around and slamming his staff into your rib cage with a sickening crack.

The force of the hit sent you flying backwards, your body crashing and rolling onto the sandy beach outside the cave. Your body eventually came to a stop a few metres from Geralt. The other Witcher still motionless either unconscious from the hit or stunned from the impact, you weren't too sure, but you needed to keep Vilgefortz’s attention solely on you while Geralt was defenceless.

"That the best you can do?!" You taunted, using your sword to push yourself back to your feet.

Vilgefortz marched out from the cave, fury making his feet strike the sand covered ground in heavy thumps. His mouth was pinched shut as though holding back what he wanted to say, his nostrils flaring angrily. But his hard eyes were zeroed in on you, and only you.

Good.

"I could have killed you a thousand times by now. This is just a glimpse of the best I can do." Vilgefortz snarled, warping his staff from one hand to the other as he stormed across the beach towards you, a cloud of fury washing over him.

He was angry. Good, emotion left room for weakness. You could use that.

"You think you're strong but you're not." You began to say, raising your sword at the ready. "You've been hiding in the shadows this whole time making other people do the dirty work for you. You're nothing but a coward. You're a fucking coward!"

"I am no coward, Witcher." He growled, his fingers tightening around the staff. "I am not a coward!"

He swung the staff at your head, going for the same spot as earlier, but you ducked left at the last second feeling the rush of air fly past your face from the force of his swing. Vilgefortz stumbled forward from the momentum, expecting his staff to hit and make contact instead of miss, and you used that to your advantage.

You speared your sword forward which he blocked at the last second, the edge of the blade piercing through his black cloak and nicking the skin on his shoulder in the process.

Vilgefortz hissed glancing down to his shoulder and wiping his thumb over the thin cut before chuckling softly to himself.

"All that work for a few drops of blood." He smiled maliciously.

You tilted your head with a grin, "if the coward can bleed. He can die."

Your words wiped the smile clean off his face and, maybe, antagonizing the powerful mage wasn't the smartest thing to do because within a split second he warped the staff to his right hand and swung at you, and swung hard.

You hastily raised your hand casting a Quen to shield yourself, but you did not expect his staff to cut straight through your protective shield like a knife in butter before the hard metal staff collided into the side of your head once again.

Within a split second, you were back on the ground. The sandy beach surprisingly hard beneath you as you blinked a few grains of sand from your eyes to find Vilgefortz standing above you with that sickening grin spreading across his face.

"I've been hiding in plain sight all along and none of you knew. It was genius." He began to say raising his staff into the air before forcing it down, the metal tip slamming into your left knee crushing the bone and splitting the skin all at once.

A cry of pain escaped your lips despite how hard you tried to keep it in. Pain flared up your leg as he yanked the staff back out your knee, blood already seeping into your pants around it.

"And now look at you all." He continued to say. "One mage distracted with her sisters. Two Witcher's down. And little Cirilla of Cintra, all alone just waiting for me."

Geralt's body began to shift from where he was lying. Vilgefortz still had his back turned, completely oblivious to the Witcher slowly getting up.

"If you go anywhere near our daughter, I will fucking kill you." You warned, trying to get back to your feet despite the agonising pain in your knee.

Vilgefortz flicked his staff back at you, the side of the metal whacking into your head and sending you back down in one swift movement.

The clouds in the sky above you were spinning. The ringing returning to your ears so loudly that it was almost painful. You tried to sit back up, you tried to move, but your body wouldn't cooperate. You couldn't get up.

You tilted your head to the side, your vision blurring at the movement before it slowly cleared and you found Geralt stumbling back to his feet, Vilgefortz now walking away from you his attention turned to Geralt.

Geralt attacked first, his sword slicing through the air at the mage who easily blocked it with his staff before knocking Geralt back with a burst of magic. Vilgefortz didn't waste any time and followed up the attack with his staff, swing, block, swing, block, swing and... the edge of his staff speared through Geralt's side causing him to grunt in pain as he grabbed the metal pole with his free hand to stop it from impaling him any further.

"I could smash your brain out through your ears." Vilgefortz said.

Geralt growled, yanking the staff out his stomach and slamming his sword down at the mage who easily spun out the way before whacking his staff against Geralt’s side. Geralt groaned, his beaten and bloodied body hunched over as he tried to breathe through the pain.

You needed to get up. You had to help him. Geralt needed your help, but you couldn't. Your head was spinning, you couldn't see straight and every time you so much as twitched your bad leg, you nearly passed out from pain.

You were useless.

You were totally and utterly useless and Geralt wasn't going to win this fight.

"Make a friend of this pain, Geralt of Rivia."

Vilgefortz slammed the metal staff against Geralt's thigh causing the Witcher to cry out as he dropped to his knee on impact. Even though your vision was drifting in and out, you could clearly see the broken bone sticking out of his thigh. Geralt’s femur totally snapped.

Vilgefortz slowly began to raise his staff, but Geralt was still down on one knee, his head lowered in effort to reduce the pain of his broken leg.

"Geralt. Get up!" You tried to shout, but your voice was barely a broken whisper as you looked between your beaten boyfriend and the mage above him. "Don't-don't do this. Please don't do this. Geralt, get up. Geralt, fucking get up!"

He tilted his head slightly in your direction, his bloodied face and pained eyes meeting yours.

"Today you begin your new life... as my warning to the Continent!" Vilgefortz yelled, bringing his staff down at Geralt but you quickly raised your hand, using the last of your energy to cast an Aard.

The telekinetic shockwave forced Vilgefortz to stumble back a few steps at the unexpected impact, stopping him from hurting Geralt any further and buying your fellow Witcher a few extra precious seconds.

Geralt seemed to realise what you had just done and quickly pushed himself back to his feet. He raised his sword, but Vilgefortz was already moving and swung his staff back down, shattering Geralt's steel blade into tiny pieces.

"This was supposed to be a lesson." The mage continued to say, swinging the staff again, but Geralt somehow managed to block it with what was left of his sword.

Vilgefortz didn't seemed phased though because he simply spun himself around the Witcher before smashing the metal shaft of his staff into Geralt's back and you heard the crunch of bone above the blood rushing in your ears and there was no mistaking what just happened.

The mage broke Geralt's back.

Vilgefortz was still talking, but you drowned out his words as you watched in numbed horror as Geralt's body began to sway before he eventually fell backwards onto the ground and didn't get back up.

Geralt always got back up. No matter what. He always got back up... but not this time.

The mage began walking away, but your eyes were glued to Geralt. His white hair and bloodied body was the last thing you saw before you passed out.

-

"Y/N? Hey. Come on. Wake up. Y/N?" A woman’s voice called out.

You blinked your beady eyes open to find Triss leaning over you, her terrified eyes glued to yours.

Your body was surrounded by water. The ocean salt stung as waves washed over you and you very quickly realised that if it wasn't for Triss holding you up, you would have probably drowned from the incoming tide and if you would have drowned then... shit, Geralt.

"I-I... is... Geralt- Is he... fuck." You whimpered unable to form a sentence, your entire body burning in agony.

You couldn't even pinpoint where the pain was coming from. Your head. Your ribs. Your knee. It was everywhere and it was too overwhelming.

"Hey, hey, no. No, no. Don't you dare pass out on me, again." Triss hurriedly said, shaking your shoulders when your eyes drifted shut. "I'm going to teleport you and Geralt to Brokilon. You'll be protected and the dryads will help you. You're going to be okay. Just don't pass out."

"I..." You tried to say, but no words came out.

"Shhh. Shhh. Don't talk. It's okay. Geralt is already there. He's safe for now, I just have to get you there."

You stared up at the redhaired witch, her kindness and gentle touch was something you had missed. Triss was your favourite mage, she always had been.

Triss turned away from you and raised her hands, summoning a portal before she knelt back down and began dragging your body through the shallow water towards it. Your head lulled to the side, and you had no energy to lift it as you stared out to the left just in time to see the tower of Tor Lara shatter and collapse in the distance.

That was where Ciri was running to. Was Ciri in the tower?

No.

No, no, no. She couldn't be. She couldn't be.

You were in the portal before you could get a better look and you closed your eyes allowing yourself to fall into unconsciousness once again.

-

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[persephoneggsy]

Find the Words

tagged by @breadedsinner to find the words dark, fluffy, embrace, and slow.

i don't have any to tag off the top of my head, so if y'all wanna take a crack at this, go for it! your words are... blue, light, unique, and crown.

Slow (Fem!Cousland fic, Fergus reunion)

“Who are you?” she demanded. “We don’t give food out to beggars!”

“No, good woman,” Fergus held up his hands in a gesture of peace. “I’m not a beggar.”

The servant narrowed her eyes and scrutinized him. She noticed his sword and shield, and saw that he wore armor — however dented and dirty it was, having barely survived the trek from the Korcari Wilds to Denerim.

“Aye, alright,” she said, slow and wary. “So who are you, then? What’s your business here?”

Fergus pulled back his hood and smoothed back his hair.

“My name is Fergus Cousland. I am the rightful Teryn of Highever, and I must speak with Arl Eamon right away.”

If the woman was cowed by his title, she didn’t show it. Instead she pursed her lips and crossed her arms over her chest, indicating that she didn’t believe him. She and Nan would’ve gotten along famously, thought Fergus.

Fluffy (Blackwall x Vivienne, witcher au)

The interior of the bathhouse was as lavish as one would expect: high ceilings with colored mosaics adorning them, smooth marble floor, and a wide pool set into the ground. There were trays of scented oils and perfumes for the patrons to use lined up next to the pool, and a shelf stocked with expensive, fluffy towels for when they were done.

The pool itself called Thom’s attention the most. The water was sparkling and crystal clear, steam rising gently from its surface... but more importantly, there was a woman within.

Lady Vivienne was a beautiful woman , and carried herself with the grace of one who knew her effect on others. Her skin, dark and unblemished, glittered from the water, rivulets running down a body that was submerged under the surface, but whose teasing silhouette would’ve driven lesser men to ruin.

The mage lifted an elegant hand from the water, dismissing the attendant, who bowed and departed, not sparing the old witcher another glance. Thom merely raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for her to deem him worthy of her words. Silence reigned in the private bath for several moments as they sized each other up. It had been a while, but Thom knew better than to fall for her façade of vulnerability.

“That’s a new scar,” she said at last. "Harpy?"

"Ekhidna, actually," he murmured, taking that as his cue to step further into the room.

Dark (SWTOR, Malavai Quinn x Fem!Sith Warrior, wedding night fic)

He found Nes’ria waiting for him, in a rather… suggestive manner.

Her elaborate dress has been removed (likely by the servants he’d seen giggling and running off before he entered), so she was left in naught but her bridal undergarments: a scant affair of silk and lace, in her preferred shades of dark crimson and gold, and perfectly accentuating her generous bust and sumptuous curves.

She’d posed herself on the bed, laying across it on her side, propping her head up on one hand while the other laid upon her thigh, fingers toying with the lace hem of her stockings.

“Maker,” swore Malavai.

She purred as he closed the door behind him with shaking fingers.

“Hello, husband…”

Embrace (Fem!Cousland fic, Fergus reunion)

For an achingly long moment, the siblings could do nothing but stare at one another. Fergus saw her eyes grow shiny with unshed tears. He felt the stinging burn of his doing the same.

The young man and older woman beside her looked concerned. The man placed a hand on her shoulder, his voice soft. “Dear?”

Dear? Ah, if Fergus were of sound mind, he would’ve come up with a teasing remark. Sleeping around with Grey Wardens now, are we sister?

Sister. Maker, it was his sister!

Without another thought, Fergus let a sob tear from his throat as he hurled himself at Fiora. Her smaller frame was engulfed, but still her arms scrambled to return the embrace. He buried his face in red hair and sobbed. She gripped the back of his armor and shook quietly in his arms.

“Fergus…!” he heard her muffled cry. “I knew you were alive! I knew it!”

Jorah circled their feet, barking happily as he protected their reunion.

[musamulta]

I finished episode 5 by shouting at the screen, so that's good. Putting my views under a read more so...

Witcher s3 spoilers below AND book spoilers.

First off, how DARE they cut it right at the Thanedd Coup. Not cool. Give me that.

I got really nervous they weren't going to implicate Vilgefortz for a sec with all they were doing with Stregobor. They leaned into that, huh? Interested to see how he ties in with Lydia there, since Teryn mentioned her. Also interested to see if they're setting Teryn up to be False Ciri.

Speaking of book things, I loved all the little nods this season. Fantastic. Wonderful. Lovely. I think it was all really well done. Things like the monster on the ferry, the elven ruins, Istredd and Geralt's fight. However, I am quite nervous they're planning to actually do the Emhyr trying to marry his daughter thing. And the Cahir in love with a teenager. And we met Mistle... which, if you know then you know.

Loved getting more Istredd, too. I love what the show has done with Istredd. I know it's not exactly uhhh following the books, but if they've chosen not to do the Triss/Geralt romance, I do like the idea of one between Triss and Istredd.

Curious what they're doing with Radovid, too. Veeeery curious. Also curious why they decided to add Valdo? He wasn't really necessary, he was very minor, and tbh if you removed him and his group the plot would lose absolutely nothing. So, like... why?

Another super small thought: I AM SO GLAD THEY BROUGHT UP DRUIDS. HOLY HECK. I WAS WORRIED THEY'D SAY ALL MAGIC USERS ARE MAGES.

Anyway, yes.

[fassophy]

frances pooley in the witcher

[bluedillylee]

4 days till witcher season 3 part 2!

poor Teryn has had a rough time. I wonder if we’re going to see her again

[autisticwitcher]

I'll try not to make a too long post about this because like, whatever, but the thing that has me the most upset about the Witcher s3 is actually the way the writing treats the physical space these characters inhabit because this is supposed to be a big fantasy story! This is a big continent in which different countries are at war with each other! Nilfgaard trying to take over the rest of the contintent is a big deal because it would make the empire MASSIVE. But you don't get that feeling from the show because because their writing just chaotically flip flops between character constellations and places to hit as many plot beats from the books as it can until the world has collapsed so that everyone somehow lives in an area that doesn't feel bigger than a large metropolitan area.

Take the sene where Ciri is chased by the Wild Hunt for example. That scene is lifted fromt he books, but it doesn't have the same context as the book and so it's free of any internal logic. In the books Ciri and Yen are in Gors Velen, Ciri and Yen fight, the whole bath scene yada yada but Ciri learns that Geralt is nearby on a farm so she runs away to Geralt, gets overtaken by the hunt and Geralt sensing with his Witcher sense that something is wrong in the area goes to check it out and finds (and rescues) Ciri. In the show we don't actually know where exactly Geralt is. Is he close? Is he far away? Where even is that castle, how long was he traveling with Teryn, where do Anika and Otto live? Doesn't matter. Geralt is going to Ciri and Ciri ran away vaguely towards Geralt so somehow they run into each other in the middle of nowhere in the woods right when the Hunt dramatically reaches her. Yay father daughter reunion, we can now move onto our next plot point. (And yes I get that this was also supposed to resemble their meeting in S1 but like, that at least made sense because we are told they are in the same area and also looking for each other and also fate intervened a little bit...but you're telling me destiny somehow gave them a magic father daughter radar?)

Or take the Radskier meeting in Loxia: How tf did Radovid know where Jaskier was? I get that Loxia is a settlement by Thanedd, the students are also lodging there while the guests occupy their rooms, but like, when they show the house it looks like it's in the middle of the woods. If it had been a townhouse, then yeah sure this makes perfect sense. Radovid learns Jaskier's in town, decides to stop by. But no he goes out the middle of nowhere where this house seems to stand, then sneaks about when he runs into the forcefield, not even waiting for the door to open, to get a fun "Jaskier thinks there's an intruder but actually it's his boy Radovid" sequence which...aesthetically fun but WHERE is the narrative logic to any of that?

Cahir is shown in some fancy castle in Nilfgaard in one scene, then the next have him and several other riders carrying a lot of goods to the elves who are somewhere in the North, potentially up in Kaedwin where their last marked location was, maybe closer to the border in Lyria or Temeria or somewhere. How did he get there? Did the whole convoy step through a portal? Did he portal to the nearest post and form the convoy there? We can imagine the possibilities but it would have been so much better to show it just to give the distances weight and meaning.

And don't even get me started on Mistle in Gors Velen...like great that she and Ciri had that interaction, the moment itself was fun, but like...do you know how far Gors Velen is from Gheso? How little sense it makes for her to be there and then later be elsewhere? That there are several books worth of plot because Ciri stepped through a portal that lands her in the middle of the Nilfgaardian Empire where she is alone and has to somehow survive while her parents travel leagues to find and save her?? And so having Mistle meet her in Gors Velen only to later hang out with the Rats in Gheso two weeks later makes it feel like Ciri stepped through a portal in New York to land in New Jersey? When it should be more like stepping into a portal in New York and ending up in Texas?

Thanedd and the political plot are sooo central this season but because everyone immediately reaches everyone else and characters even on horseback travel long distances so fast it feel like they're squabbling about who gets to rule which burrough of New York or something, not countries on a continent. Like look at the map:

It doesn't feel like these characters exist on this map, and that just throws off the whole vibe. Like yeah some of the writing decisions are stupid, some of the decisions characters make have no internal logic, and the costuming is mostly bad. But I feel like all that would be much better if it all felt more consequential because there was something behind it all. But instead only the places the characters are in right now matter and they get there because they have to for plot and they keep going back and forth because it's more fun if they split up but also they need to reunite but also they need to split up again and so we keep riding around in the same part of the woods.

Idk where I wanted to go with this, maybe I'm just nitpicky. Maybe I'm too autistic and got worked up about the wrong thing, but it's just so frustrating that it feels like they did not consider why plot point A leads to point B in the books and so just haphazardly throw shit together because they think it looks fun in the show. And the problems with the physical space just exemplify that.

[bloodofthefates]

x. continued from here with @witchered

Pride was not a virtue Ciri could afford. Her life and that of the entire continent hinged on the precariousness of her safety, made only possible by Geralt’s protection and of those they’d collected along that he trusted such as Jaskier and Renfri. It wasn’t that she was ungrateful for all that had been sacrificed in her name, countless lives and loved ones already lost in the fight or what they would do in order to ensure she remained out of the hands of greedy kings who sought to manipulate and use her for her power but the one monster she’d never learned to face as Kaer Morhen was the green-eyed one that inhabited her now. She’d stormed off in a fit of unchanneled rage, fanned by perceived unfairness and Renfri’s angry taunts following her deep into the woods. She’d had half a mind to keep going with only her stubbornness to fuel her fire, but she would get cold or hungry first, possibly captured second and only Geralt’s worry was enough of a tether to reel her in again like thread wound up on a spool. Stepping out of the clearing with arms still crossed over her chest and features stoney in defiance, Ciri said nothing as she approached the steps of the cottage housing not only what she hoped was a cooler-headed Renfri but the reason they’d fought in the first place. Teryn. A girl, not unlike she had been when torn from her home in Cintra. She’d been taken by the very same men that sought to steal and control Ciri but unlike her potential for the chaos she could one day wield, Teryn was considered nothing more than an expendable experiment like the other girls taken from the safety of Aretuza right out from under Tissaia’s nose. She was only a novice, even more powerless than Ciri and unable to defend herself, at least she had that and yet she could not bring herself to sympathize or even pity the girl the way Geralt and the others did or how even Renfri doted on her.    Ciri takes his note, mechanically taking the seat at his side but stubbornly mindful of the larger gap she placed between them and far more than what was needed on the stone step. She refused to look at him at first, staring out at the line of trees she’d just come from and already her teeth grit together as soon as Geralt spoke and tried to reason with some part of her she was beginning to think she lacked entirely. Maybe she was the monster all along in this story after all. “She might do better if she wasn’t here. Why haven’t you sent her back to Aretuza? If she’s to be a mage then why hasn’t Yen or Tissaia come to collect her? She should be their problem… not mine.”

[justicewinged]

Rules: List ten of your favorite characters from ten different fandoms (in no particular order) and then tag ten others. Tagged by: @askthebladesshadow

Disclaimer: I know it’s cheating to list my own characters so those are after the cut ... Lord knows I have a lot of them to love. 

warning for spoilers because I talk a bit about why I love them

Piper Wright - Fallout 4 Wants to do good for the world to a fault. Characters like this are my weakness. She’s witty and snarky and there’s a lot to love.

Daud - Dishonored The tragic villain, tossed up in a mess that didn’t need to happen in the first place, who realizes his greed, only too little too late.

Michael Grey - Peaky Blinders I love how Michael goes against his mother’s desire for him to be a “normal” upstanding citizen and becomes a legit gangster instead. He’s so much like his uncle Thomas it’s fantastic.

Jonathan Strange - Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrel I just love him because he’s a mess(tm) and his goals for magic are ones I support much more than the snooty response Mr. Norrel gives.

Bartimaeus - the Bartimaeus Trilogy A millennia of sass is under his belt. It takes a lot to be a snarky little prick when there’s plenty of things that could kill you in the universe. Need I say more.

Arya Stark - A Song of Ice and Fire / Game of Thrones Underdogs and powerful female characters are my two favorite archetypes. I love Arya because she may be the youngest Stark daughter, but man, does she command a presence.

Anders - Dragon Age Awakening & 2 His character development is unparalleled. I don’t think there’s any character who matches him throughout Bioware games. He deserves only the best ;-; And lots of cats.

Tetra - Legend of Zelda: Wind Waker & Phantom Hourglass For once, in LoZ, the female companion can hold her own. Less so in Phantom Hourglass, but definitely in Wind Waker. Tetra couldn’t give a fuck and I love her for it.

Iorveth - The Witcher 2 There’s something to be said about the classic elven nature with which Iorveth holds himself. His story alongside that of Saskia is amazing and after playing his path I have no idea how I’m going to side with Roche in my next playthrough. 

Volfred Sandalwood - Pyre (Supergiant Games) Exiled for owning a printing press. Refuses to return to the Commonwealth until the Rites need not exist anymore. May as well be a criminal mastermind. Volfred obviously isn’t the only favorite character in the game, but damn does he earn that top spot.

Honorable Mentions: Nick Valentine (Fallout 4), Childermass (Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrel), Medli (Legend of Zelda), and the entire party in Pyre (especially Sir Gillman, Rukey Greentail, Jodariel, Hedwyn, and Pamitha Teryn). And of course, Quinn.

tagging: no one.

Bonus round of 5 under the cut.

Sybyl Raine (books 1-3), a girl driven by desperation to possession by an eldritch horror. She only wanted to help.

Atrophinehas (book 4), a satyr upholding the ancient treaties, who would rather be drinking his wines than fighting a war. Worst antagonist. 0/10.

Lotchya Black Fire (book 5), insomniac and a man after my own heart in many ways.

Kurelian Jasper (book 6), whose antagonistic nature is masked by a natural desire to do good for the world.

And Wolfgang (Shapeshifters), a man who wrestles with the innate similarity between himself and his abusive father, as well as his desire to do the right thing.