𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑶𝑺 𝑹𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑵𝑬𝑫.

𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬   𝐨𝐟   𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞   ,   𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧   𝐚𝐧𝐝   𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡   .

[switlo]

you can find my muses ( ciri, yennefer and cerys ) on @dcvore , blogs will stay up in case if i ever want to just go back to having them seperate. note, you will find many other muses on my multi, including ones outside of the witcher franchise. still a w.i.p due to needing to work on tags and eventually a promo. but you will find me there.

[lilicwy]

                                                                                                                  if anything she was glad that she was able to give them as soft of a landing as possible                     .                     whilst wet                     ,                     it could’ve been much worse                     .                     violet hues catch the smirk adorned to lips of the witcher                     ,                     nudged to move out of the water                     .                     it’s contagious in it’s own manner                     ,                      rolling eyes in effort to keep the smile at bay despite the upturned corners of lips that are faintly present                     .                     having moved out of the water and onto the shore of the lake                     ,                     hands wringing out hair a little and moving it from sticking to fair skin                     .                     mere seconds later                     ,                     the sorceress is dried as quick as someone snapping their fingers                     .                     a sound of relief escapes parted lips                     ,                     thankful for her abilities                     .                      ❝                     do  tell  me  that  you  want  to  be  dried  off  as  well                     ,                     you’re  sure  to  chafe  in  unpleasant  places  if  you  dry  off  naturally                     .                     ❞

[lilicwy]

@zagubionywilk​                    /                    random starter                     .

                                                                                                              ❝                     this   is   no   time   for   jesting   or   mockery                     ,                     geralt                     ..                     ❞                     sighing                     ,                     water drips from raven hair                     ,                     clothing soaked through with submersion                     .                     leaving her wet and cold                     .                     it happened suddenly and not nearly was she quick enough to avoid or balance herself from the abruptness                     .                      caught in a moment of being consumed by her thoughts                     .                     ❝                     i’m   soaked   right   through                     .                     ❞ 

[lilicwy]

tag drop

[lilicwy]

yennefer is incapable of bearing children               ,               infertile               .               however she’s always adored children and has often thought of what it might’ve been like to have children of her own               ,               to pass down her lineage               ,               continue her legacy               .               it was nothing at first other than a small nag deep down               ,               envious of those who could bare children without ever showing it               .               as the years were to pass               ,               it would eventually become her duty to also care for the lion cub of cintra alongside the ashen haired witcher               ,               geralt of rivia               .               a man she’d met               ,               formed feelings for despite an eternalized push and pull               .               it was through meeting the witcher despite everything that brought her the nearest she would ever be to having a child of her own               .               watching her grow until the moment the young cub left that what was known to be their home for months               .               yennefer would come to do anything for cirilla               ,               search from each corner of the land               ,               the depths               ,               to bring her back               .               protect her from what she herself knew what would eventually come for her due to the elder blood coursing through veins               .               if she were to lose her               ,               if death were to take her beloved child               ,               it’s certain the sorceress would never recover               .               nor would she want to have a child in her care               ,               unable to come to terms of what could happen once more               .               unable to feel the same towards another ever again               .

[lilicwy]

a blinding flash materialised into a transparent sphere               ,               and inside it loomed a shape               ,               assuming contours and shapes at frightening speed               .               he recognised it at once               .               he knew those wild               ,               black curls and the obsidian star on a velvet ribbon               .               what he didn't know and had never seen before was the face               .               it was a face of rage and fury               ,               the face of the goddess of vengeance               ,               destruction and death               .

independent               ,               highly selective and private yennefer of vengerberg sideblog from WITCHER 3               :               WILD HUNT               .               loved and casted by FROST as of              2020                /                04                /                10                              .