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“Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.”

–Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

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You're an angel, I'm a dog Or you're a dog and I'm your man You believe me like a god I'll destroy you like I am

I'm sorry I'm the one you love No one will ever love me like you again So when you leave me, I should die I deserve it, don't I?

I can feel it gettin' near Like flashlights comin' down the way One day you'll figure me out I'll meet judgment by the hounds

People always gave me love Others were never to blame after all You believe me like a god I'll betray you like a man

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I am not meant for casual. I was born for soul crushing devotion.

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thrift shop isengrim and elven barbie are fighting.

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favorite color(s): pastel pink. vintage pink. pale pink. pink. pink.

favorite flavor(s): chocolate and strawberry.

favorite music: i like disco, eurobeat and heavy metal. i'm complicated.

favorite movie(s): All that jazz (1979)

favorite series: House MD

last song: Dreamcatcher - Chase me (i was at a birthday party with my dance team and THERE'S ALWAYS A CHASE ME MOMENT. i'm a proud siyeon ok)

last series: los simuladores. for like the 8290381903th time.

last movie: Us (2019)....... because i wanted to understand the original idea for the music video BEcause, dreamcatcher. there's a lot of dreamcatcher here. i will not apologise.

currently reading: rereading the witcher saga, currently in The Tower of the Swallow.

currently watching: idk it's been ages since i watched something, but i'm always watching brooklyn 99. over and over again.

currently working on: my apartment? crappy gifsets of my bg3 tav? my research on hierogamy in ur? be MORE SPECIFIC PLS

tagged by: @caracarnn - @luckhissoul - @enidrhena ♥♥ i love them all pls follow them tagging: YOU. do it. please. i don't know who to tag THE PEOPLE WHO LIKE ME ALREADY TAGGED ME.

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if something happens to lady findabair i will kill everyone in this room and then myself.

or just myself.

yes just myself.

Francesca: hates intimacy, skinship, display of emotions and touching others, being affectionate and especially humans. Lydia: breathes Francesca: OH COME HERE MY LITTLE PRECIOUS BIRDY LET ME HUG YOU, BRAID YOUR HAIR AND CUDDLE YOU TO SLEEP

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@enidrhena

The beautiful way the sunlight of Toussaint illuminated the room, Lydia thought, did not quite reach the perfection Francesca was. Not even her frown as she stared at the pictures Lydia had so diligently drawn for her could take away the ethereal perfection she carried in every single gesture and movement.

Athena slept peacefully in her crib, ignorant of the one-sided conversation that was being held in Lydia and Vilgefortz’s living room. Lydia had never been one to talk much, but her second attempt at life had changed a lot of her demeanor, and that included her self imposed silence. For an hour, an entire hour she had spoken, explained, with patience and politeness—because some things just don’t change.

“And that, Lady Findabair… is how babies are made”, she finished, “That’s how Vil and I made that one over there, the one you so passionately avoid. Questions?”

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kiss kiss kiss kiss (rins daily mission to make me cry: check) "What if they kissed?" --- @vanbredevoort

It felt like an eternity had passed, though it might have only been minutes. The guards behind her exchanged perplexed glances, but none dared question their queen. Francesca grappled with uncertainty, unsure if she possessed the strength to face the reality that lay ahead. A week had passed since her man began the search, his exhaustion evident, yet she couldn't rest until their duty was fulfilled. Leaving this desolate place without finding her was inconceivable.

Guilt gnawed at her insides as she stepped over lifeless bodies. So much elven blood stained the soil of Thanded. The city would never be the same, and her people would forever view her with different eyes. Empty and dead gazes of younglings, who hadn't even reached their first century, haunted her. She, the one who issued the order, sent them to their deaths. The notion that it was done for the greater good now seemed a hollow justification. The weight of guilt would forever haunt her, but what lay behind the door was an even heavier burden. As she gathered her thoughts and took a deep breath, she entered the room.

Enid didn't look up, her eyes fixed on the cold stone floor. "Out. All of you. Leave us alone."

Her voice was colder than usual, each word freezing the blood of the soldiers. Francesca gestured toward the door, instructing Ida to leave. Even with a quick bow, Ida exited as ordered.

There she was—her little hummingbird—lying on a stone bed, hair framing her delicate form, eyes closed, and the illusion concealing her disfigured face now gone along with her innocent soul. Francesca could see the wound above her heart, the very dagger she had given her lying next to her. The very same dagger she gifted to her that night. She hadn't only sent warriors to their doom; she had sent a girl she knew would chose death to protect him. The hatred which lingered within Francesca for Vilgefortz made the walls around her shiver as she lost control of her her powers for a second. After centuries, the hardened shell of Francesca's demeanor finally shattered, and tears flowed down her marble skin like crystals gleaming in the sunlight.

"You darn fool. I gave you wings. Why did you refuse to fly?"

Francesca stepped closer, her fingers gently caressing Lydias. She hoped for any reaction—an acknowledgment, a rejection, anger—yet nothing came. Lydia was gone, and it was her fault. Her eyes reddened, her cheeks swelled, and she couldn't stop weeping. A bloodcurdling scream escaped her lips, the grounds beneath them shaking even more and she just could no longer hold onto the strength which long was already gone. The queen of daisies not only reached her point of breaking, she went far beyond it and from this day on stories would tell that she never was the same again. Almost an hour passed and only then she could calm herself but still, she clutched onto the cold hand, hopeing she would get any reaction, crying bitterly, feeling as though an eternity had passed.

"You shall never kneel for anyone, Lady Findabair."

A strained laughter escaped her lips as she recalled Lydia's words. It was as if she were scolded by the departed girl. Francesca quickly straightened herself, her fingers dancing in the air as she summoned a protective illusion. She couldn't bear seing the other exposed without it, did she know how uncomfortable it made the girl when someone knew that it was mere a spell, and this time, Francesca made sure for it to stay forever.

As her gaze lowered, a smile graced her lips at the sight of the white dress she had gifted Lydia. Magic flowed from Francesca, restoring the girl's purity. The gaping wound disappeared, blood stains vanished, and signs of battle were wiped away. Even her hair and necklace returned to their preferred state. Francesca took the dagger and, between put it between her hands, placing it above her chest, however gold and silver was melting, the diamonds it graced were gleaming while forming it beautiful petal of all colours the spring could offer, no more sorrow shall follow the young lady, the dagger was turned into a weapon of kindness, and only seconds later, with the last spell Francesca casted, there it was, adorning her head with a crown of daisies.

As the door opened behind them, the guards offered to bury Lydia with the others in the big whole outside. If not for her tear-reddened eyes, Francesca might have killed them with a glare alone but she could not show her weakness to any of them or this all was meaningless. She knew it would slow them down, but she shook her head, wiping away her tears.

"No. I will not throw this girl away like everyone else did in her life. We will bury her among us. She shall rest upon the hill and bloom with the daisies in spring. We will bring her home."

Without another word, Enid an Gleanna bent over the lifeless body, pressing her lips gently against Lydia's forehead, lingering to convey to all in the room and the world that Lydia van Bredevoort was a girl of profound importance.

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Lydia, my ego is hurt, I need my daily ego boost. I was rejected by this damn woman once again. Imagine I want to settle after 600 years for an HALF elf and she keeps gushing about her godess of darkness instead. Tell me I am pretty

"Lady of Sorrow guides us---

I'm kidding you are beautiful amazing astonishing smart capable regal elegant and what does she know tho, she was in a cult, i smell pyramid scheme right there, BE YOUR OWN BOSS AND BRINGER OF SHADOWS, ASK ME HOW kind of stuff and also did you look at the company she has? a teddy bear with rage issues, a wizard who dies of 1d6 'Being my ex girlfriend's leftovers' damage, a man with daddy and evil-devil-mommy issues, a toad with somehow similar rage issues, a giant who smells of bear crap, and a fucking vampire who doesn't die OR shine with glitter under the sun. preposterous.

also her hair is horrible."

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listen, if you want us to succeed with ... the thanded thing, we need some distraction. I am flat as a board. Phil like bigger boobies. show them off just ONE night and I get the scoiatael in. PLEASEEEEEE. I buy you a dagger.

Fine. FINE. I will wear something that shows them off during the banquet, but it's just a ONE time thing, only ONE time becauseiamdyingthatday what? what did i just say? nothing, absolutely nothing what do you MEAN what is that dagger ha ha it's absolutely nothing i'm not going to do anything with it to ensure your safety lady findabair what do you mean ha ha ha ha so i've been meaning to ask, what's a good color to pair with red like blood red?

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pushes her boobs up. no more boobie stabbing.

can you all please leave my boobs out of the equation they're not important they're there for vil ... for stabbing... for no FUCKING REASON.

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Philippa 👀: lydia, my sweet girl! i see a big... briiiight future in front of you, a pair of astonishing..... paths yes paths for you and such big massive duo of......... dreams and hopes yes both both, very big very impressive i must touch i mean see them for myself you know they must weight heavily i mean the CHOICES you've made so far, can i cup them i mean see them in full? your decisions yes i meant decisions, silly me, yes, where was i. oh yes tits--- i mean bits, yes, bits of your research lydia, very important, i must squeeze...... squeeze the knowledge i mean right?

yes goodbye lady eilhart

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casually send her a new dagger along with fruits from the valley and a new dress which shows of them boobies. a letter is attached, "use your weapons woman, you got the biggest among us!!!!!"

she puts the dagger on display.

she eats the fruit by the fire.

the fire is the dress.

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𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔠𝔞 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔞𝔟𝔞𝔦𝔯 ______________________________________ ܴ.｡.:✽・ﾟ

An independent, selective and strictly book based roleplay blog, based on the works of Andrzej Sapkowski; THE WITCHER SAGA. Please read my rules before following. Triggering and nsfw content will appear. 18+ blog. Highly Multi-verse, cross over and oc friendly. My content and my portrayal of Francesca is purley book based. No interactions with minors. I do not write smut. Currently focusing on The Witcher and Baldurs Gate verses.

✧˖° ✴ ___________________________ Written by Blue, 30, she/her. Created in 2019.

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why am i listed as Lady Findabair's pet ?

where did it all go wrong ??

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"I am deprived of everything...", Fyodor Tyutchev (translated by Anatoly Liberman)

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