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“People,“ Geralt turned his head, “like to invent monsters and monstrosities. Then they seem less monstrous themselves. When they get blind-drunk, cheat, steal, beat their wives, starve an old woman, when they kill a trapped fox with an axe or riddle the last existing unicorn with arrows, they like to think that the Bane entering cottages at daybreak is more monstrous than they are. They feel better then. They find it easier to live.”                                                                                ―  Andrzej Sapkowski, The Last Wish

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“People,“ Geralt turned his head, “like to invent monsters and monstrosities. Then they seem less monstrous themselves. When they get blind-drunk, cheat, steal, beat their wives, starve an old woman, when they kill a trapped fox with an axe or riddle the last existing unicorn with arrows, they like to think that the Bane entering cottages at daybreak is more monstrous than they are. They feel better then. They find it easier to live.”                                                                                ―  Andrzej Sapkowski, The Last Wish

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update: same url works, geralt is now over at @twicexbladed 

after long consideration and a bit of talking with a very close friend, i’m turning a new page in this blog’s existence. i’m archiving the blog as is, there’s simply a lot of things that still make me anxious about roleplaying here considering the blog’s state. the url ( should tumblr allow it ) will be the same, if not, i will let you know in a bit about the new one! there’s 2 threads i will transfer over to the new blog, considering they are very dear to my heart.

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after long consideration and a bit of talking with a very close friend, i’m turning a new page in this blog’s existence. i’m archiving the blog as is, there’s simply a lot of things that still make me anxious about roleplaying here considering the blog’s state. the url ( should tumblr allow it ) will be the same, if not, i will let you know in a bit about the new one! there’s 2 threads i will transfer over to the new blog, considering they are very dear to my heart.

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                       ❛ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 !? ❜

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at any other given time, geralt would have all too gladly taken a nice and calm journey through the night. the moon was high, large, illuminating the area in its milky white light and giving it an almost fairytale like appearance. the witcher, however, opted for rest. he had been on the path for a few good weeks now, taking breaks only when needed. he’d gotten far, venturing from toussaint all the way through lyria and rivia, his final destination being ard carraigh in kaedwen. partially, the witcher was thankful that aedirn, where he currently was, proved to be a rather calm kingdom, without much happening. there were no bandits, any monsters he’d encounter were rare. a peaceful ride, really, one that he quite enjoyed, and a perfect place to hopefully find some rest.

he had set up camp a bit further aways away from the road, the campsite secluded by a few large trees a bushes. the small campfire lit up by igni crackling in the night. roach was nearby, quietly grassing unless giving out a few snorts of satisfaction. she, too, liked the calmness of the evening, and he couldn’t put the blame for it on her. evenings like these were rare. 

as sad as it was, nights like these never lasted too long. there were noises in the distance, coming from deep within the woods, an almost horrifying roar following soon after. steps came from the road soon after, hooves clicking lightly against the pebbled road.  ❝ would be careful around these areas. ❞ he said without much warning, but not intentionally wanting to startle the perhaps unsuspecting passenger. ❝ something’s lurking in the woods. ❞ and he didn’t know what just yet. 

OPEN STARTER

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Geralt of Rivia | viper armor

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🐺 ❛ OPHELIA ❜ / @hystericals​

ophelia is dying to reach out and just, touch her best friend’s face. it was still hard for her to believe that he was here. the hug made things all the better, however, and she sits on her stool with her hands in her lap, looking at the other with a huge grin. she could scarcely help the unmatched joy she felt in her heart. after all this time had passed and he was still as happy as ever to see her again. 

“sometimes she has a heart, you know.” a smile tugs at her lips as she too smiles over at the barkeep. suddenly her trip into the town was much more worthwhile. usually quelling the upset townsfolk could be tedious, or even dangerous, but it had allowed her a chance encounter with the afamed geralt of rivia. “i should have known you were the one the bard was always singing about. what is his name? funny fellow, glad to see you are still keeping good company.” she smirks at him as she glances back to meet his gaze.

destiny had always been a cruel mistress, harsh and untamable as the sea, never once extending a nurturing hand towards him like a mother would in his time of need. and yet, all his trials and tribulations seemed to have earned him something fruitful, something so heart warming that even his cold witcher exterior faded away and the wall between himself and his emotions came down crumbling. the sight of his childhood best friend had truly been that small sliver of hope and joy in life that was worth fighting and waiting for for all these years, and to think that he didn’t even know they’d meet.

❝ it seems as though she does. funny thing, destiny. just when you think she’s royally fucked you over, she serves you with the best thing that could have happened. ❞ the witcher replied with a soft smile, a sight that was only reserved for those he loved and truly cared about --------- people he could count on the fingers of his one hand, and ophelia was among them. ❝ jaskier? he has the tendency to blow things out of proportion. he’s a good man, though. slightly naive, but open to those that are not entirely human anymore. it’s rare to find people like that these days. ❞ he stopped himself before rambling on. ❝ how’ve you been? did life treat you well? ❞  

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*pokes head in* *dusts off dashboard*

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@boozerman asked: The Witcher 3 Wild Hunt | Water scenery

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okay so i’ve pondered about this thing for a good while now, and came to the conclusion to do a spring cleanup. i figured it’s not good for my mental health to log into here, force myself to write threads i have 0 muse for at this moment, then log off after 2 sentences because i can’t handle it. so here’s the deal: i will be deleting all threads i have no muse for anymore and the same goes for memes i don’t see myself replying to. it’s nothing personal against you. all starters and some of the meme responses that are in drafts will remain, as well as those threads that hold a special place in my heart and that i like and would love to continue the headcanon memes that are sitting in my ask for a while as well will be kept as well. 

to those who sent that ™ meme from like a month ago, as well as positivity when i was having a super bad period, namely @hystericals, @hollowedpie, @zagubionywilk, @cealach, @cyruliik, @etgramen, especially @lyricalxtales who sent in 3 of them!!!!! ♥, @rectoress, @minnewedd, @fourmarksmage, @thegraywclf, @ivakir, @erythraxan, thank you from the bottom of my heart! you’re amazing and i’m super blessed to have you in my life! ♥♥♥

tl;dr: i can’t handle potential 100+ threads and everything is going towards that direction, so i’m cutting down on things for the sake of my mental health.

p.s. i really really really need more game based threads considering this is actually a primarily game based blog.

- love you all, star

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Right, what do I know. I’m just a Witcher.

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🐺 ❛ GERALT ❜ / zagubionywilk‌

                      >> ⚔️ <<                   WHILE HE DIDN’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT A LOT OF WHAT HAD HAPPENED IN THE PAST      he felt that   his other self    deserved to know some things of what was going on.   he knew that being in the    DARK   about much here wouldn’t be something he would be phased by himself if he was stuck in another time.   the northern kingdoms were a mess,  of course   (   when   WEREN’T   they   ??   )    with death and all running rampant as per   USUAL.   this other geralt’s time seemed   . .   simpler almost.  like nothing was going horribly wrong all the time   —————–    that alone was something he could feel   JEALOUS   for without feeling utterly selfish.    he breaths out   ROUGH,    gaze falling down to the drink in his hands that he drinks from,  licking his lips when   COMPLETING   the task.

he’d done a   LOT   of good,  though it doesn’t outweigh the evil and corruption he’s done to lands,  people and entities just because his   PATIENCE    has run out.   he’s tired and had enough taking things lying down like he   USED    to.

HE PERKS     when his other self jests his way   ;   he hadn’t meant it in that respect but he could see how he could take it and   MAKE A JOKE.     of course   ——–   anyone else he would have snapped at but when it came to himself he could    UNDERSTAND    the humour and relaxed tone behind it. 

           ❝           absolutely.   hm,   no.    boring wouldn’t be the word here,   i’m just trying to be   PRO - ACTIVE.    but   . .   finding a mage or sorceress around here won’t be   EASY.    yennifer is   . .          ❞             a pause,   a frown following suit as his expression became rather   GLUM.

           ❝          i don’t know   WHERE   yennifer is.           ❞                    

part of him wasn’t exactly surprised to hear that finding a sorceress in these times was a hard task. considering everything that went down in this version of the universe, it was a wonder that some were still alive. though he was hopeful that at least yennefer was still somewhere around, well -------- it wasn’t as if he’d blame her for looking out for herself and putting herself in the first place. at the same time, however, the slight happiness he felt about it tumbled down, turning into a feeling of unease and sadness. 

with ciri dead, his other self and yen probably fell apart over the loss of their daughter. no matter in what universe, it seemed that that was the one thing that was in common, their love for their ciri. geralt exhaled; any philosophical wisdom he might have shared if it was anybody else but his other self sitting across from him would be overdoing it.

well, they’d figure it out, one way or another. if anything, there was now two of them. in his eyes, two witchers were better than one, even if people liked to think of them as loners and generally people that didn’t really like to be with others. it was true, to some extend. guild brothers were always welcome company ----------- they could catch up on good old times, what they’ve been doing, havea nice and civil conversation without necessarily being spat at and had curses thrown their way like folk usually did.

❝ mh... might not be a bad thing that yen’s whereabouts are unknown. complicates things a bit, but she’s not the only sorceress or mage left. one always swims out, sooner or later. ❞

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“911 what’s your emergency”

hi, i’d like to report a murder because @lyricalxtales just KILLED me with feels!!!!

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part of me wants to move blogs but the more sane part just tells me to clean out drafts from threads that i have 0 muse for that are just sitting in drafts and getting nowhere. haven’t really been in the right mindset lately, hence why i’m quiet. also still not using di.sco for my own comfort, so if anybody wants to talk, im’s are a thing, though reply times will be scarce as well.

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🐺 ❛ HERBALIST ❜ / thewonderingsorceress‌

Ella huffed at the words come out of his mouth, “I just asked you to make sure, not be snarky with me, I’d rather us not both be attacked thank you. There have been times where creatures have appeared dead and were not in fact dead.” She replied as she gathered what she needed, she didn’t have her sword on her right now and would rather be safe than sorry. 

She could tell by looking at him that the poison was going through him and was affecting him. She made haste to make the antidote, since she knew that it could not have been pleasant for him to feel the poison run through his system. Or to even feel weak,  Witcher weren’t made to feel that was supposedly, so it probably was an uncomfortable feeling. Ella unconsciously clicked her tongue, she sure as hell hoped this wasn’t another attempt to get her killed again, if so she’d become an actual threat to humans. She moved to put water over the fire and let it heat up, before going back to her work top to finish making the paste. “No, though I am probably not the best person to ask. I normally keep a boundary spell around my house, and another one a certain distance away from the house, that dissuades anyone who may hurt me away from my house and guide those who need me to it. I rarely leave my land, and even rarer, see a monster.”

She took some paste and put it at the bottom of a mug, she’d add hot water and mix it before offering the mug, “Here drink this.” If he was well enough to take it she’d hand it off, if not she’d put it to his lips to help him. “It will take a few moments, but this should work.”

❝ not being snarky at all. just stating the obvious. either you've encountered a witcher who didn't know how to do his job properly or you've dealt with monsters yourself and lack the knowledge of them to determine when exactly they're dead. ❞  perhaps angering the person who was about to help him and potentially save his life wasn't the smartest of all ideas, though that was simply his nature. he'd seen his fill of people being distrustful towards witchers merely for the sake of them being what they were, without the realization once clicking in their minds that witchers, in fact, were the ones who kept the monsters at bay and who had extensive monster knowledge, knowing when they were dead included.

at least she didn't seem to take it to heart too much, considering she invited him in and offered him a brew that would make things better for him. endrega poison could be tough to handle, even for witchers, and geralt was struggling with it. as he sat down, his forehead was drenched in sweat, breathing shallow and quickened. he knew his metabolism was working against the poison, trying to fight it back, but even with the potions he took, it seemingly wasn’t enough. the moment the cup was placed in front of him, the wihite haired wolf reached out for it, gulping down its contents without much asking. he wasn’t one for talk anyway, either, so he simply nodded in her direction as a way of saying thank you.

❝ tastes better than my potions, ❞ he commented then, leaning against the backrest with a sigh. he might as well try and relax since it would take a while to get things going.  ❝ weird. means that monster shouldn’t be able to find this place either. wonder how the endrega managed to get inside. ❞

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