F L Y Z I R E A E L

I  SHALL  REMEMBER  THE  EXPRESSION  IN  THEIR  EYES. 

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HOLD  ME  DOWN  UNDER  HOLY  WATER                                                               I  FEAR  I’VE  BEEN  LAYING  WITH  THE  DEVIL  

created  &&  written  by  Queen  Bee

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I KNOW i keep saying i need to do things on here, but ive just been called and ive FINALLY got a job interview tomorrow morning, so I’m going to chill out on @bjornclaw for tonight until I sleep! I promise ill be here tomorrow though. lov u all 

[miyku]

Ciri  •ICONS•

[cirilafiona]

The Witchers

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Happy munday folks

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                             YOU ALWAYS WERE AN UNRULY CHILD                                         I ADORED THAT ABOUT YOU                                                           NOW

                                                    F     L     Y 

promo commissioned by EMOTIONPULL.

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FLYZIREAEL’S SHIPPING CALL : 

Like this to be included in plots/threads that include romance. 

By liking this, you’re agreeing to let me hop into your inbox in character to send relationshippy asks. You’re agreeing to me messaging you about plot ideas / where to go with the characters. etc etc. 

CIRI HAS A PREFERENCE FOR FEMALES. ( and by preference i mean i write her as identifying as a lesbian )

I’m open to all kinds of threads / relationships such as: 

Romantic, genuinely loving caring and affectionate relationships

Tough love where little affection is shown but implied and sometimes acted upon

Hate / love. Mostly hate, but with some outbursts of lust and occasional affection

just anything. literally anything I’m up for ! if it’s something you’d like to do with me, then hit the like and I’ll come into your IM’s when I can.

disclaimer:                                                                                             I don’t write smut. 

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sanguiina‌:

✝︎  ——————–    ❛      A  KEEN  EYE  OR  SUFFICIENT  HEARING.      The  both  of  you  caused  a  bit  of  a  ruckus.      ❜       Namely  rousing  her  from  sleep.       Such   is  life.       ❛       I’d  hope  my  fate  isn’t  the  same.      ❜

❝ You needn’t worry, I’m hoping I don’t need to shed anymore blood tonight. ❞  Well that would depend on whether or not the Vampire was planning on attacking her. Ciri didn’t kill innocent people, regardless of their species.  ❝  I must apologise ------ I obviously disturbed you. I didn’t mean to make quite so much noise... ❞

[miyku]

➤

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Seeing as these seem to get around a bit faster, and I’m a bit too tired to make a promo at the moment, give this a like or reblog if you’d be interested in interacting with a more private and selective Angela Ziegler/Mercy and I’ll do my best to follow back in a timely manner!

[flyzireael-blog]

@elesheir     liked for a starter.

He was skilled, quiet footed and dark as night. 

❝ Man in the shadows, who do you hide from? You’ve little reason to stalk me, so why don’t we chat? ❞

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@hiscinder      liked for a starter.

A man wrought by flames and curses is what he looked like, but she was intrigued.  ❝ I don’t mean to pry, but what happened to you? ❞ 

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@sanguiina      liked for a starter.

Oh, shit. 

❝ --------------- you’ve a keen eye, I notice. ❞  an awkward shuffle as Zireael was sheathed. she stepped away from the corpse.  ❝ Beast needed to be put down. Was rabid, unfortunately. ❞

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LIKE FOR A STARTER

[chikier]

whenever somebody responds with “I beg your pardon?” assert your dominance by announcing “Then Beg.”

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bialwilk‌ / GERALT .

NEVER    BEFORE    SEEN ,    THE    SIDE    OF    HIM    THAT    WAS    ALMOST    A    MYTH ,    THE    FATHER    HE    WAS    INCAPABLE    OF    BEING    PHYSICALLY ,    BUT    HERE    SHE    MADE    JESTS    ABOUT    HIS    AGE    AND    HE    SAW    HIMSELF    IN    HER .    She    was    his    daughter ,    heart    andsoul ,    and    raised    by    him    she    became    his    carbon    copy . 

                       ‘    You’ll    never    have    the    benefits    of    the    mutations ,    but    I    must     admit     the     she     witcher’s     life     suits     you ,     I     can     only     express     the     half     of     it     when     I     say ,     I     am     truly     proud     of     you .     ’     His     face     lit     up     with     the     same     fire ,     igni     be     jealous      of     their     show . 

THEY HAD COME A LONG WAY     since she was but a child. Their bond had only grown over the years and she was thankful for that. Her biological father was an arse, simply put. Geralt had been a teacher, a helper, a carer for a long amount of years and that had earled Ciri’s eternal love and respect. There was nothing she wouldn’t do for Geralt; Yennefer, Triss, Eskel, Lambert and Vesemir alike. They were her family. 

❝ You really mean that?  ❞  of course he did, she could see that. Still, she had to ask. It was rare to hear something so honest from Geralt --- making her appreciate it all the more.  ❝ Well... I learned from the best. You, Uncle Vesemir... I could never have wished for better mentors. ❞

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@bandortalah     // pre-established plot.

BY THE GODS     what were these creatures? They were unlike anything she had ever seen, unlike anything she had ever fought or even dreamed of. This was a whole new manner of beast, as if they’d come straight from the fiery depths of Hell. Her beloved Zireael was little match for such creatures and that yielded nothing but fear and panic from the Ashen One. Sheathing her weapon, Cirilla chose to run. If she could only escape the horde of grotesque specimens, she’d perhaps have the upper hand and could tackle them one by one. In her attempt to turn on her heels and run, one of the horde laid a claw on her. From shoulder to the bottom of her spine, it raked through soft flesh. Tearing through the skin like a hot knife through butter; pools of sanguine poured from the open wound. Was that really all it took? One lucky lunge with that bastard claw had her almost instantly on her knees. A mighty screech left the Heir’s lips, teeth gritting shortly afterwards. She’d not die here, not now. There was so much she had left to see of the world.