BLOG RETIREDย ย / ย mutuals still welcome to chat / plot / rp on d!scord [ naomie#3817 ] or find me on my art blog @ย noh/tora.
@๐ฑ๐ป๐๐ฝ๐ฐ :ย ย A LOW-ACTIVITY, SMALL-SCALE, PRIVATE BLOG FOR ESK/EL OF SAPKOWSK/โS W/TCHER SAGA. ย BOOK-CANON & HEADCANON-BASED, GAME-FRIENDLY. ย MUTUALS ONLY ย / ย 18+ ย / ย WRITTEN BY NAOMIE [ SHE/HER, GMT+11 ]. ย BRIEF RULES + MAINS UNDER THE CUT.
๐ฑ๐๐ธ๐ด๐ต ๐ถ๐๐ธ๐ณ๐ด๐ป๐ธ๐ฝ๐ด๐ :ย standard rp etiquette applies.ย 18+, mutuals only, personal blogs please do not interact.ย do not use me as a resource.ย mutuals are encouraged to request my discord for ooc communication.ย most, if not all, interactions & dynamics on this blog are plotted.ย as this blog is small-scale, i keep my mutuals list & interactions to a minimum.ย plotted & singular portrayals are preferred for a deeper exploration of character.ย i will block/soft-block as needed.ย see carrd for full rules.
please note :ย this blog is highly critical of & does not acknowledge netflixโs w/tcher series/films as canon. while being book-based, happy to adapt to the gameโs timeline. however, i will be ignoring โthe price of neutralityโ in relation to my portrayal.
๐ผ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฝ๐ + ๐ด๐๐ฒ๐ป๐๐๐ธ๐ ๐ด๐ :ย ย exclusives are reserved for characters with highly-plotted dynamics with es/keI.ย mains will be kept to 1-2 portrayals per character.
WDZMNย ย /ย ย ger/alt of rivia, exclusive
THEQUARRELSOMEย ย /ย ย lam/bert, main
ODYSSEDย ย /ย ย james flint, exclusive
This is a server created for the discussion of the Witcher (Wiedลบmin) books series written by Andrzej Sapkowski (Original Polish 1993 - 1999, English trans. 2007 - 2017). This discussion involves talking about favorite characters, passages, or scenes, analyzing the themes and messages, or theorizing about the politics and lore of the series.
This server was also created for the purpose to create community amongst the Witcher book fans, spurred by a lack of book-centric online spaces in the Witcher fandom within the past few years.
All are welcome to this server, including if they have not read the books, read the books recently, or finished reading the books - but know that this server is not spoiler-free for the Witcher books.
(Note that this server takes a negative perspective on the Netflix โWitcherโ series created by Lauren Hissrich in 2019 and invites criticism of it into discussion. Positive discussion of the Netflix series should not be an expected encounter in this server.)
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All graphic images used are from the Polish 1st edition, 3rd version covers illustrated by Tomasz Piorunowski and published by SuperNOWA. The covers of Miecz przeznaczenia and Chrzest ognia have been edited from their original depictions of the characters.
[Graphic 1.
Image: A green background. The cover of Miecz przeznaczenia (EN: Sword of Destiny). An 8 year-old Ciri, a girl with green eyes and messy, leaf-strewn, ashen-grey hair, stares uneasily at the viewer. Geralt, a man with long white hair and a black leather jacket, stands in the background. He rests his sword on his shoulder.
Image: An orange background. The cover of Krew elfรณw (EN: Blood of Elves). An anonymous young man rears up on his black armored stallion. He wears a cloak, black Nilfgaardian armor, and a helmet deocrated with the wings of a bird of prey. He holds a sword in his right hand. Fire artistically engulfs the rear hooves of the horse.
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Book-canon centric
Not spoiler-friendly
Must be 18 or over
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[Graphic 3.
Image: A cool grey background. The cover of Chrzest ognia (EN: Baptism of Fire). The archer Milva dynamically takes aim at an unseen target. She has tawny brown hair and wears a leather cuirass and dark green shorts. She is standing amidst overgrown forest greenery.
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Discussing characters
Analyzing passages and scenes
Looking at themes and messages
Chatting about headcanons
Sharing art, writing, and OCs
Watch parties (if there is interest!)
]
[Graphic 4.
Image: A cool off-white background. The cover of Czas pogardy (EN: Time of Contempt). The young unicorn foal Ihurraquax stands over a 14 year-old Ciri collapsed in the heat of the desert. Ciri wears a yellowish-green jerkin and leather riding boots.
there's no rhyme or reason to this life, it's days like today scattered among the rest.
john wick prompts.
ย ย ย the witcher watches eskel silently as he speaks.
ย ย ย "someone must stay with the car. watch the road."ย geralt is not arguing, but he is not denying the truth either. they make no agreement on who will fill what role when they reach their destination. it is obvious. eskel is wounded, however mildly, and geralt opens the passenger door as soon as the car rolls to a stop on the frozen shoulder, leaving no option to debate. when geralt opens the rear door, the boy (who is all boy now, reverted back from his agitated form by the toxins in the first injection that they had given after binding his hands and feet) begins to gurgle behind the tape, the constriction smothering his shouts into pitiable moans. geralt does not pause to listenโit will not change the outcome and they must move quickly now.
ย ย ย he drags the young man from the back and down the steep embankment to the narrow river of runoff at the bottom of a drainage gulley. the brown water is as high as his calves, cold, and smelling of mud. it will rain for three more daysโthe entire valley will flood. the man begins to thrash in earnest when geralt dumps him in the water. when the witcher reaches into his jacket and produces his pistol, their eyes meet over the crashing water and the bindingsโit is bad luck to look a creature you mean to kill in the eye. cows and sheep, rabid dogs. the beast inside this man killed people from behind. silent but not fast. geralt pulls the hammer back with a press of his thumb and the silver bullet slots into its place.
ย ย ย a single gunshot scatters the starlings that are sheltered in the trees.
ย ย ย the rain has resumed in earnest by the time the witcher crests the hill again. he closes the back door of the car, left ajar, and then slides into the passenger seat again. he is soakedโclean, and cold, his ashen hair darkened to sooty silver by the wet. eskel says nothing, just shifts the car into first gear and rolls them steadily away. the screen of the burner phone resting on the console between them dings, lights up briefly, and then goes black. transaction complete.
ย ย ย the drumming of the rain on the roof dampens the silence but geralt can read eskel's unhappiness without it. the boy was young, no more than 25. even if he must be held accountable for the actions of his other half, what happened to him was not his fault. he was made this way, not born. turned. they have done only a monetary justiceโbut justice is not what they are paid for.
ย ย ย "you are becoming a cynic, brother. like me."
ย ย ย they look at one another across the cab. geralt wishes he were a man who could make other men laugh, but he fails at this, too. there is not much in this life that he is good forโapart from what he has just done. eskel looks tired. geralt feels the same, so deep in himself that exhaustion is his marrow. nothing feels worth saying, but he forces himself to speak all the same.ย "on days like today we have money for bread and vodka. and we are together. that is somethingโeven if there is nothing else."
๐ฑ๐ป๐พ๐ถ ๐ฒ๐ป๐พ๐๐๐๐ดย ย /ย ย ok so been thinking hard about this for a while, but iโm just gonna call it and officially retire my rp blog(s). iโve had a great time making many lovely friends here, but i do want to prioritise making art now. writing just hasnโt been compatible with the priorities & energy i have these days, and hasnโt been for a long while. iโve given myself a few chances to try it again, but it just isnโt happening for me right now :((ย if i do manage to settle into a better work/life balance, i might reconsider, but for now thatโll be all from me here
that said, this does not diminish my love for these silly characters and our little community here, so please do keep in touch on dscord ( naomie#3817 ) tho !!ย otherwise, find me over @ my art blog !!!
๐ฑ๐ป๐พ๐ถ ๐ฒ๐ป๐พ๐๐๐๐ดย ย /ย ย ok so been thinking hard about this for a while, but iโm just gonna call it and officially retire my rp blog(s). iโve had a great time making many lovely friends here, but i do want to prioritise making art now. writing just hasnโt been compatible with the priorities & energy i have these days, and hasnโt been for a long while. iโve given myself a few chances to try it again, but it just isnโt happening for me right now :((ย if i do manage to settle into a better work/life balance, i might reconsider, but for now thatโll be all from me here
that said, this does not diminish my love for these silly characters and our little community here, so please do keep in touch on dscord ( naomie#3817 ) tho !!ย otherwise, find me over @ my art blog !!!
๐ฑ๐ป๐พ๐ถ ๐ฒ๐ป๐พ๐๐๐๐ดย ย /ย ย ok so been thinking hard about this for a while, but iโm just gonna call it and officially retire my rp blog(s). iโve had a great time making many lovely friends here, but i do want to prioritise making art now. writing just hasnโt been compatible with the priorities & energy i have these days, and hasnโt been for a long while. iโve given myself a few chances to try it again, but it just isnโt happening for me right now :((ย if i do manage to settle into a better work/life balance, i might reconsider, but for now that'll be all from me here
that said, this does not diminish my love for these silly characters and our little community here, so please do keep in touch on dscord ( naomie#3817 ) tho !!ย otherwise, find me over @ my art blog !!!
thankfully all my s2 knowledge is secondhand, but it's truly amazing how t/wn somehow managed to twist es/kel into the complete opposite of himself. an actual mean, violent, intensely misogynistic, rude piece of shit fjdjdd,,,,,
the w/tcher fandom on this hellsite is so vile they constantly make me regret posting any art of the boys, but i will keep doing it bc these n/tflix shits will not win so long as i breathe
Perun the mountains are tricky: it took a moment of carelessness and a bit too much pride and youโre lost after straying from the trail; one slip and hard rocks cut the skin on your knees, hands full of splinters after trying to hold onto a branch, no signal. โyou lost, huh? shouldโve stayed on the damn trailโ you hear and see a tall, broad-shouldered man. he sighs, scratches his scruffy beard and takes off his mountain rescuer jacket โtake it, youโre clearly coldโ he looks at you and smiles, grumpy demeanor disappearing. he leads you back to the mountain hostel and buys a beer for both of you. you feel like youโve known him all your life. you look at your hands and before you can thank him for saving your life, heโs disappeared. you finish the beer and feel the air fill with static, as the mountains tremble with the greatest storm youโve ever seen.
Veles itโs the middle of the night and youโre driving aimlessly, face wet from crying. it was one of the worst fights youโve ever had, and you feel both hurt and guilty. you didnโt pay attention and soon you ran out of gas, and you canโt believe your luck upon seeing a small gas station in the middle of nowhere. the lights buzz lowly and thereโs a song playing in the background. you know it but canโt remember the name or the lyrics. a man sitting in the corner offers you coffee - he cracks a joke but you know he noticed youโve been crying. you end up drinking coffee with him at 2am; he lit up a cigarette but put it out when he saw the face you made. the cashier doesnโt seem to notice or hear him. he tells you guilt is good only when it leads to change; if itโs just a remnant of past, let it go. you give him a lift and his stop is in the middle of forest, and you can swear the moment he reached the trees he stopped looking human.
Jarilo you breathe in fresh air: it smells like flowers, and sun, and this sour candy you used to buy at your school when you were eight. you see a great crowd of people, full of colour and laughter and music. a young man leads them: bright eyes, harmonious voice, crocuses and lilacs in his hair, rainbow flag in hand. you think heโs beautiful. he smiles at you and your head starts spinning. months later you see him again: he leads again, this time the crowd angry at injustice listens to his every word. his eyebrows are furrowed, he speaks about unity, empathy, and the need to drive the fascists out of our cities. he has never been more beautiful.
Mokosh the train is loud and crowded and you still have hours until your destination. youโre tired and your bags are heavy and it feels like the weight of the world rests on your shoulders alone. you found an empty compartment but before you could feel any relief, a mother with a small child came in as well. the child is crying and screaming and no songs or sweets can calm him down. youโre mad, but you know that sheโs probably ten times more tired than you are. then a lady walks in and youโre sure you mustโve seen her when you were a child. her voice is warm and sweet, and as soon as she starts talking, the baby stops crying. she offers you and the mother some apples and doughnuts with rose jam, and you feel like you can tell her everything and sheโll understand. when you get out at your stop you immediately call your mother to say things you should have said a long time ago.
Morana itโs New Years Eve and everyone is excited; loud conversations and loud music, tunes that are a must have every year. the champagne glass feels cold and fragile in your hands like itโs made of ice. they all count, the fireworks go off and rain down on you with ash and sparks. you feel empty when you have no one to kiss this year. and soon everyone goes back inside and youโre alone, the night is dark and silent. it starts snowing and the snowflakes look like petals of white chrysanthemums. then you notice her standing in the wind: sheโs wearing a thin long dress but sheโs not cold at all. she doesnโt talk to you, but her eyes find yours. you donโt feel alone. something broke in you tonight, something ended. but itโs all for good. this is a new beginning. she nods and slowly walks away and after a moment the only thing you can see is snow dancing in the night.
iโve been busy as hell but gonna be trying to get back into a bit of writing when most of my deadlines for the year start clearing up at the end of the month fhjkdfs also tentatively soft-launching this lil blog early bc the final eps are dropping this week > @profesr ๐
