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@ashardofice
you all suck. except @kurkownaa. if anything happens to her i will kill every single one of you. every. single. one. of. you. except lydia because she'll manage to die by her own without my help.
âI leave him for one second and heâs off with some dumb pseudo sorceress that shoots lasers out of her hands, and the only thing she succeeds at is being the family disappointmentâ
helloâŠfollow my fellow yenâs ty⊠@lastwished  @vengerbergbloodedâ  @conjuringimportunityâ  @djinnbound  @ashardofice @bottledappetitesâ   @vengerberqâ
follow tha yennas
snarkomancyâ:
âDarling, if I went to hell youâd still come running after me.â
âAt least I wouldnât crawl, which you would do if I joined you thereâ
âGo to hell everyone. Specially Philippa. Every single one of you. Except Lydia, of course, she got her ticket willinglyâ
Yennefer of Vengerberg by BASTIEN LECOUFFE DEHARME Source: https://ift.tt/2Fzgla0
request for you to not be a bitch
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rectoressrita replied to your photo ââ
if anybody could get phil on her knees like that, rita would like to make a parade in their honor called âfinally somebody made her show respect to somebody in any context at least onceâ parade.
Phil: *squints* at @ashardofice
so whenâs the parade.
gynvaelrhena:
witchcr:
No but in all honesty the collective capacity of Geralt, Yennefer, and Ciri to throw devastating shade while wearing scathingly judging expressions would be truly cataclysmic and anyone unfortunate enough to be the target of all three at once would literally die.
when you realize the âwhite chillâ isnât global cooling, or the wild hunt, but instead yen, ciri, and geralt throwing shade so hard it shoves the world into a new ice age.
accurate family potrait
How can you protect your beloved, when you can't even save yourself?
âI can handle myself. He can handle himself. What makes you think I need protection? The risks Iâve taken, theyâre all mine. My mistakes. I donât need saving, and he doesnât, eitherâ
Jen. Hey Jenny. I got your number. It's 8675-30-bitch, Jenny
u got it wrong babe itâs 8675-50-bitch
âYou know what went through my mind, at Thanedd all those years ago? That night I saw you with him for the first time? Do you know what it was?â Philippaâs hands curled into fists, her fingernails digging into her palms, desperate to feel pain as she recalled that night â that exhilarating, disastrous, glorious, bloodsoaked night. The night on which Yenneferâs eyes met hers, unashamedly, as she made her display of kissing Geralt of Rivia for everyone to see.
âI thought that you looked so  h a p p y. And then I realised that I had never seen you happy before. Satisfied, yes. Infatuated, yes. But happy? Never.â Philippa raised her hand as she spoke, reaching out to caress Yenneferâs face, to stroke her hair like she used to.
You break everything you touch.
Her hand  s t o p p e d to hover in mid air for a moment, then dropped back down to her side.
I do. Because it is my nature.
âYenna, I⊠I miss you. I miss you so much, I can feel it in my bones. I thought it would pass, that feeling, that emptiness, that continuous feeling that thereâs something missing, without you. But it hasnât, and you know what? I donât think it ever will.â
Stay with me, Yenna.
Just for tonight.
S t a y.
The sorceress folded her arms tightly under her chest, head slightly tilted to the side and eyebrows cocked with some sort of arrogance at her former loverâs discomfort. Philippa was nervous, fists tightly clenched, vile eyes piercing-- beautiful, gorgeous in every possible way---
When she realized where her trail of thoughts was leading her, she shook her head from side to side. No, no, that was exactly the reason she left. Because what they had was toxic. They were poison to each other, and everytime they met, Yennefer wanted more. Together they were like a storm, that once over, leaves nothing but a mess of broken things and a wasteland. Thin lips parted, prepared to yell, to toss every spell at her. To see her squirm in pain.
âI miss you too, Philâ
Traitor, she wanted to call herself, but since their eyes met, what was set in motion just couldnât be stopped. She walked up to Philippa and stood in front of her, pale fingers moving to touch her face, to drink in all that poison she had to offer-- everything could be damned. Politics, magic, councils and power. The only power she wanted to feel was the one that struck her when Philippa cried out her name in ecstasy.
She looked so peaceful and small on that bed. "My bed" He smiled. "Her unicorn" Chancing a quick glance at the stuffed beast he smirked and sat next to her. Such soft skin. A caress along her waist, lifting the fabric of her night gown with his hand. A half naked Yennefer was now squirming asleep under his touch. "My sweet girl" he purred into her ear. "Time to wake up" As he spooned her from behind and rolled his hips languidly, pressing his obvious interest against her.
She felt herself shiver as his hands trailed paths over the skin of her body, waking up with a triumphant smirk. It was amazingâ how this man could turn her into a shivering mess with a few whispered words and a few touches. Normally, Yennefer wouldnât let anyone handle her like that while being just awake, yet Hannibal was merely something else. She even wanted to laugh at the âsweetâ monicker.
âGood morning yourselfâ she whispered, her hips swaying with interest against him, the smirk ever so present on her features.
@ashardofice , @gynvaelrhena
    âNot sure if Iâm going to be able to get used to this feeling.â âThisâ being theâŠquiet. The sense of something being finished, of conflict resolved, of nothing further needing doing. âBeingâŠdone, I mean. Sure it wonât last, just-â He wasnât coming to her for reassurance - that wasnât Yenâs specialty, never had been - but maybeâŠperspective. Even when theyâd fought, theyâd always understood each other this way, understood that constant forward drive spurred by having nothing behind to go back to, the need to keep acting that came with being both social pariah and unnaturally long-lived. In fact, if he thought about it, a lot of the problems in their relationship in the past could probably be blamed on how similar they were, but he could always trust her to be blunt, not to spare his feelings - and insightful, as well. That was what he was counting on.
   âHave any plans you care to share? Ideas about moving forward?â Because he was uncertain, himself. A few weeksâ rest in White Orchard had been nice, much-welcome, but he could already feel himself itching, and so he wasâŠunsure. If he wanted to just keep doing what heâd always done, or if it was time for a change - and if so, what that change should be.Â
She hoped her silence would serve as a to his words. Quiet. He was right. He was sometimes right, yes, she wasnât one to voice that out loud, that too; this whole situation wasnât new, but this time he hit the bullseye. Yennefer lowered her book, violet eyes resting upon his features. She liked when he was like that; sincere and authentic with his thoughts, so she had to fight the smirk that threatened to appear on her features. Yet his question made her arch her eyebrow, thin lips pressing into a line as he voiced his concerns, rolling his eyes at him.
âThatâs the problem with you, Geraltâ she whispered, with no ill intent but the mere bluntness that characterized her, âIf you donât move, you feel like youâre not doing anything. You take the road as a goal, itself; whereas youâre just running in circles. It pleases you, it gives you a sense of... achievementâ
The book was quickly forgotten, as she shifted to face him.
âMy plan is to be happy with you. My forward is this chair, witcher. If the Path calls you, Geralt, then go. But listen to my words, because one day youâll understand: youâre running in circles.â
Eskel stared at his brother as he fell, without even moving and biting his tongue inside his mouth. After the other hit the floor and a couple of seconds passed, he started laughing as hard as the other, clutching his stomach with both hands.Â
âWhy do I even TRY?â, she scoffed, rolling her eyes at the drunk brothers as she turned around, the thought of helping them not even crossing her mind, âDonât even think about knocking on my door to ask for a magical solution to the hangoverâ
ââŠI-I must-â Hic. âAdvise against that, WolfâŠâ Staggers backwards a little.Â
âWell, at least TWO of us here have brains. Are you going to try that, Geralt? No thanks. Vilgefortz put me on enough dimeritium for a lifetime. Now be a good boy and put that back in your pocket. Youâll regret it if you hurt me-- IF you can hurt me. You can try, witcherâ
Raises a cup. âTo your memory, Wolf. Nice knowing you.â
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âI hope youâre not too attached to your head, because it will ROLLâ