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" a face of rage and fury, the face of the goddess of vengeance, destruction and death. " Yennefer of Vengerberg RP blog

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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.

[ashardofice]

“I leave him for one second and he’s off with some dumb pseudo sorceress that shoots lasers out of her hands, and the only thing she succeeds at is being the family disappointment”

[kurkownamoved]

hello…follow my fellow yen’s ty… @lastwished   @vengerbergblooded​   @conjuringimportunity​   @djinnbound   @ashardofice @bottledappetites​     @vengerberq​

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follow tha yennas

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snarkomancy‌:

“Darling, if I went to hell you’d still come running after me.”

“At least I wouldn’t crawl, which you would do if I joined you there”

[ashardofice]

“Go to hell everyone. Specially Philippa. Every single one of you. Except Lydia, of course, she got her ticket willingly”

[witcher3art]

Yennefer of Vengerberg by BASTIEN LECOUFFE DEHARME Source: https://ift.tt/2Fzgla0

[tswift]

request for you to not be a bitch

request denied

[snarkomancy]

rectoressrita replied to your photo “”

if anybody could get phil on her knees like that, rita would like to make a parade in their honor called ‘finally somebody made her show respect to somebody in any context at least once’ parade.

Phil: *squints* at @ashardofice

[ashardofice]

so when’s the parade.

[zirreaela-a]

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 “white chill” isn’t 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

[ashardofice]

How can you protect your beloved, when you can't even save yourself?

“I can handle myself. He can handle himself. What makes you think I need protection? The risks I’ve taken, they’re all mine. My mistakes. I don’t need saving, and he doesn’t, either”

[ashardofice]

Jen. Hey Jenny. I got your number. It's 8675-30-bitch, Jenny

u got it wrong babe it’s 8675-50-bitch

[snarkomancy]

“You 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?” Philippa’s hands curled into fists, her fingernails digging into her palms, desperate to feel pain as she recalled that night – that exhilarating, disastrous, glorious, bloodsoaked night. The night on which Yennefer’s eyes met hers, unashamedly, as she made her display of kissing Geralt of Rivia for everyone to see.

“I 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.” Philippa raised her hand as she spoke, reaching out to caress Yennefer’s 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.

“Yenna, 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 there’s something missing, without you. But it hasn’t, and you know what? I don’t think it ever will.”

Stay with me, Yenna.

Just for tonight.

S t a y.

[ashardofice]

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 lover’s 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.

“I miss you too, Phil”

Traitor, she wanted to call herself, but since their eyes met, what was set in motion just couldn’t 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.

[ashardofice]

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 amazing– how this man could turn her into a shivering mess with a few whispered words and a few touches. Normally, Yennefer wouldn’t let anyone handle her like that while being just awake, yet Hannibal was merely something else. She even wanted to laugh at the ‘sweet’ monicker.

“Good morning yourself” she whispered, her hips swaying with interest against him, the smirk ever so present on her features.

[witchcr-blog]

@ashardofice , @gynvaelrhena

      “Not sure if I’m going to be able to get used to this feeling.” ‘This’ being the…quiet. The sense of something being finished, of conflict resolved, of nothing further needing doing. “Being…done, I mean. Sure it won’t last, just-” He wasn’t coming to her for reassurance - that wasn’t Yen’s specialty, never had been - but maybe…perspective. Even when they’d fought, they’d 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.

     “Have any plans you care to share? Ideas about moving forward?” Because he was uncertain, himself. A few weeks’ rest in White Orchard had been nice, much-welcome, but he could already feel himself itching, and so he was…unsure. If he wanted to just keep doing what he’d always done, or if it was time for a change - and if so, what that change should be. 

[ashardofice]

She hoped her silence would serve as a to his words. Quiet. He was right. He was sometimes right, yes, she wasn’t one to voice that out loud, that too; this whole situation wasn’t 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.

“That’s the problem with you, Geralt” she whispered, with no ill intent but the mere bluntness that characterized her, “If you don’t move, you feel like you’re not doing anything. You take the road as a goal, itself; whereas you’re just running in circles. It pleases you, it gives you a sense of... achievement”

The book was quickly forgotten, as she shifted to face him.

“My 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 you’ll understand: you’re running in circles.”

[siimplewolf-archive-blog]

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. 

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“Why do I even TRY?”, she scoffed, rolling her eyes at the drunk brothers as she turned around, the thought of helping them not even crossing her mind, “Don’t even think about knocking on my door to ask for a magical solution to the hangover”

[siimplewolf-archive-blog]

“…I-I must-” Hic. “Advise against that, Wolf…” Staggers backwards a little. 

[ashardofice]

“Well, 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. You’ll regret it if you hurt me-- IF you can hurt me. You can try, witcher”

[siimplewolf-archive-blog]

Raises a cup. “To your memory, Wolf. Nice knowing you.”

[ashardofice]

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“I hope you’re not too attached to your head, because it will ROLL”