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@ofrxvia
"Geralt,“ she said, “did Stregobor ask you to kill me?” “Yes. He believed it was the lesser evil.“ "Can I believe you refused him, as you have me?” “You can.” “Why?“ “Because I don’t believe in a lesser evil.”
Independent Geralt of Rivia Penned by Wulf Established 11/15/15 | Re-established 10/16/18
Image credit to Lumieresse/evermerciful
ho boy, it’s been a while since I’ve been on this hellsite. So, here’s the deal. I’mma be around periodically, but I can’t promise consistent activity. Since my last attempt here, I’ve become hopelessly addicted to FFXIV, and that does consume a lot of my life. Plus, I’m turning 30 soon. Being an adult sucks. If you want to plot something out, come at me bro. I’m wide open for plots and ideas, if you’ve any ideas for Geralt. Otherwise, I might be throwing inbox shit at the people that are somehow still mutuals with me. Thank you for sticking around.
ofrxvia:
"Geralt,“ she said, “did Stregobor ask you to kill me?” “Yes. He believed it was the lesser evil.“ "Can I believe you refused him, as you have me?” “You can.” “Why?“ “Because I don’t believe in a lesser evil.”
Independent Geralt of Rivia Penned by Wulf Established 11/15/15 | Re-established 10/16/18
Image credit to Lumieresse/evermerciful
I came back just to make this post, cause I’m BIG mad.
Ne.tflix. What in the ever loving fuck have you done. I don’t know if I want to spew spoilers on the dash, but what the fuck. I didn’t mind the changes in season one, I thought it had potential. But you just butchered an essential part of one character. Made something up completely and changed the physiology of Witchers. Made absolute light one of the fucking few bonds Geralt has left. I am disgusted. And that’s not even all of it. That’s just the lore parts that I’m really fucking mad about.
Fuck you, and the show. You’ve lost me.
eldrblood:
@ofrxvia // geralt of rivia.
“you & i both know what emhyr will want from me if he knows that i’m alive.” she won’t refer to him as her father, no matter the truth, that was a title that she much rather refer to him with. but emhyr had wanted so many things from her over the years, some reprehensible, & while she could forgive him … she did not know if that was what she wanted.
He needed no reminding of what Emhyr was like, the man was one of Geralt’s least favorite people. He had only chosen to work for the man because it offered him resources to find her, but here she was, maybe not so much safe, but sound. “I know.” The words were softly spoken, and with a tone of agreement. “That’s why it’s your decision.” Geralt had told her of Emhyr’s desire to see her again so she could make her own choice. She was old enough, much to his chagrin, to make these kind of choices herself. Though, he had to admit he was quite pleased with her decision to stay far away from the man, her words saying as much. Emhyr didn’t even need to know she was alive.
Hello all, just a minor bit of a clerical/administrative notice here.
As of today, I am changing my moniker. Instead of Wulf, please address me as Entropy or Ent for short!
evermerciful:
The sorceress felt his hand on her shoulder and all of the tensions that held itself in her form relaxed as best as it could. Her head dropped and into her hands as she hated this situation with every fiber of her being. She wanted to horribly show the Church what monsters they were, but on the other hand if she just marched up in their fortress she would be cuffed, tortured, then burned at the stake. Just like those she mourns for. It was all so much, and with it happening nearly every day to hear the same cries and screams of torment… It would drive anyone mad.
“ I hardly have anything. I’ve moved too much to keep anything personal. “
Angela looked around the room as there was nothing that really showed was truly hers anymore. Everything she has had to abandon for the sake of survival, or given away to those that needed it far more than she did. Her blonde locks shifted along her back as she side and turned to her looking glass to quickly wrap her hair back in it’s usual bun and with swift effortless grace she pinned all the hair down to only allow her fringe to hang loose.
“ We should go now before I change my mind and blow up that fucking Church. I’m tired of seeing someone on that damn pyre every day and I intend to do something about it, even if, it’s not now… “
Getting up on her feet she finally looked at Geralt in the eyes, the clear worry he had over her was warranted. She was slowly going down that path of becoming a martyr, or just suicidal. Whatever you might consider such things to be. She grabbed her cloak that was average and stayed well with the shadows, pulling it over her shoulders and the hood up to break her gaze away from Geralt. She didn’t know what to say about the matter as there was nothing to say since she was now getting out of Novigrad. Safe and away from the mass murders.
“ You will not be pleased with what I have to say, but the only way truly out without being caught is the sewers. That is where we need to go as they are looking everywhere for me. “
The moment her head fell into her hands, his heart sank a little. Not because she was going to deny his request that she leave with him now, but because of how this clearly was a difficult choice for her. Angela was a caring soul, a healer that did not wish to leave a job undone. The things going on in this cursed city certainly could use a woman with the compassion Angela held, but the city could fuck itself. He wasn’t going to let her give her life to a city that wouldn’t remember her save for as a witch they managed to burn. That didn’t mean it wouldn’t be difficult, however. Angela seemed to be on board with leaving, mentioning that there wasn’t much that she had to pack. It made sense, considering the need to be able to move quickly if the Church discovered her here. With that note that there was little to pack, Geralt’s gaze turned upon Angela as she pulled her hair up into the regular bun that she wore, offering a slight smile for her as she mentioned that they should leave now, before she decided blowing up the church was a better idea than leaving. Geralt offered sympathetic smile at that. “Tried that. Didn’t work.” She might find it amusing that he had tried such a thing, but it was true. A year or so ago, the Church’s base of operations in Novigrad had been burned to the ground. They had come back like ants and rebuilt, only to be more vicious than before. At least, after Dudu had left the role of Menge. With Dudu the Doppler assuming the head of the Church, it had calmed a bit, but no one could expect a Doppler to keep a reign on those men, who hated everything inhuman. No, eventually Dudu had to flee, and thus the Church grew worse once more.
As Angela told him that they would have to be leaving by the sewer, he gave a slight smile at how she framed it. That he wouldn’t be pleased with that information. And she was correct. He wasn’t at all happy with the fact they were going to venture into the sewers to make their escape, but it wasn’t the first time Geralt had crawled through Novigrad’s underbelly, and it wasn’t likely to be the last time he found himself in a sewer. “I’ve been through worse than Novigrad’s.” That slight smile was still upon his lips, golden eyes looking toward Angela as he began to move towards the door. Talk and move, if they did both things they’d be out of the city in short order, without Angela seemingly drawn to try and do something unwise involving the church. “Did I ever tell you about the time I fought a Zeugl in waist deep sewage?”
"Geralt,“ she said, “did Stregobor ask you to kill me?” “Yes. He believed it was the lesser evil.“ "Can I believe you refused him, as you have me?” “You can.” “Why?“ “Because I don’t believe in a lesser evil.”
Independent Geralt of Rivia Penned by Wulf Established 11/15/15 | Re-established 10/16/18
Image credit to Lumieresse/evermerciful
shippy memes for you hoes
“ i had a dream about you. ”
“ i’ve never cared about anyone the way i care about you. ”
“ i know it’s not fair to ask you to wait for me, but i can’t bear the thought of seeing you with someone else. ”
“ i’m not really good at this sort of thing. i never really had much luck with relationships before but i wanna make it work. i want us to work. ”
“ i love you. you don’t have to say anything, i just thought you should know. ”
“ i do care about you i’m just. i’m not good at talking about it. ”
“ i didn’t like seeing you with them. ”
“ you’re my person. you’ll always be the one i go to. ”
“ i could have lost you today! do you know what that would have done to me? ”
“ do you even know what you do to me? ”
“ i can’t stop thinking about you. ”
“ you’re the most amazing person i’ve ever met. ”
“ i don’t deserve you, but i want you anyway. ”
“ you’re safe with me, you know that right? ”
“ please just tell me how you feel. ”
“ just say the words. tell me you want me and i’m yours. ”
“ you’re always there. i didn’t used to see it before, but i do now. every time i’ve ever needed someone, you were there. ”
“ you had a dream about me? ”
“ i guess i always kinda had a little bit of a crush on you. ”
“ you thought i never noticed you, but i did. i always saw you. ”
“ oh my god please don’t tell me you tried to make breakfast again, the stove hasn’t recovered since last time. ”
“ you waited for me? ”
“ i was always kind of hoping we’d give it a shot one day. ”
“ you were always my maybe, ya know? ‘maybe they’d finally ask me out.’ ‘maybe when i wasn’t the one looking, they were noticing me too.’ i know it’s silly, but. you were always in the back of my mind. ”
“ oh god you’re really gonna do the whole rocks against the window at midnight boombox thing aren’t you? ”
“ i’m gonna wait for you, as long as it takes. ”
“ loving you saved me. ”
“ why me? out of everyone you could’ve chose. ”
“ i’ve always loved you. ”
“ i know it’s late, but i just needed someone and. i guess you always answer when i call. ”
“ i brought pizza and wine and a horrible movie so in the words of rory gilmore, i’m ready to wallow now. ”
“ you didn’t have to come ya know? i’m glad you did though. ”
“ if we could run away together and go anywhere, where would you take me? ”
“ what are you doing here? it’s the middle of the night. ”
“ i dont want to go back to how we used to be. i want more. i want you. ”
“ you’ve had every piece of my heart since the moment i met you. ”
“ why is it your always the one to pick up the pieces every time my heart breaks? ”
“ are you gonna keep looking at me like that or are you actually gonna kiss me? ”
“ i’m gonna marry you one day. ”
“ i used to think about what it’d be like if we got together. ”
“ yes, of course i love you, you idiot. ”
“ just stay this time. stay for me. ”
“ don’t you dare give up on us. ”
“ i always come running back to you. i can’t help it. ”
“ you deserve someone who always puts you first. ”
“ you were never my second choice. ”
“ they don’t deserve you. and i’m not— i’m not tryna be that asshole that says i do. but sure as hell would never hurt you like that. ”
“ i’m never gonna let you go. ”
𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 , 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆! tag six muns you would like to get to know better when done!
name : Wulfenstine
nickname : Wulf
age : 28
faceclaim : Ainz Ooal Gown - OVERLORD
pronouns : he/him
height : 5′8″
birthday : March 23
aesthetics : Nordic Pagan, Books, Mountains, Snow, Storms, Crows, Ravens, Winter, Animal Skulls.
favorite muse you’ve written : oof. Ever? That’s hard. I’ve got to say Hollow Ichigo, but I called him Shirosaki. I was in that fandom for a very, very long time. And I made lifelong friends there. Hell, I lived with one for six months! But maybe that’s why he’s my favorite more than he himself. I did so enjoy my Loki, but that was a really edgy purple prose phase (I fucking loved it)
what inspired you to take on your current muse(s) : I’ll start with my oc, @varbjxrn . He was a challenge I made for myself. I wanted to make an OC, but not some random plug in to an existing place. So, I took my favorite shit, the VIKINGS, and threw in some were-bear action, and really threw myself into the story. I’m kinda proud of it, and I know it gets vague at the end but I wanted it open for roleplay. I feel I wrote a believable story, I do. And I feel I portray that well in writing him. Geralt; I was getting through Witcher 3 for the first time, and this was like, a few months after release. I was maybe halfway through the game. I remember distinctly, crossing the lake with Lambert and Geralt goes “Wanna hear a limerick? Lambert, Lambert, What a prick.” I had to do it. I made a page shortly after that, and that was the tagline I used on it.
what are your favorite aspects of your current muse(s) : Geralt, and it might sound bad but I like it, is reliable. I’m not saying I can pull his muse out of anywhere, he still needs prodding sometimes, but, when he is there, I have a good feeling I’ve got him down. I feel like his voice is still there, recognizable. Sverre? It’s just fun. Even when I’m writing something sad or emotional for the poor man, or planning to put him through even BIGGER trauma, I’m excited to see how he evolves. And it’s so much fun to make him more real with every addition, good or bad.
what’s your biggest inspiration when it comes to writing : Music. If I REALLY get into a writing mood, I need music. I will loop a song until I’m done. However, I don’t do this often, because my self control goes out the window sometimes, and I’ll write a mile long post. I think I hit....18 Para on one? For like, 4 consecutive posts? My head hurt after that.
favorite types of threads : I’m a fluffy boy. I like feeling warm and fuzzy shut up. ANYWAY, aside from that, probably would say I like a well rounded thread the best. Unfortunately, those take a lot of time, and a lot of investment, like start to finish kind of shit. I’m essentially trying to write a D&D campaign as a story. That’s a long fucking story lmao.
biggest struggle in regards to your current muse(s) : Geralt...Despite my knowing that I do a pretty decent Geralt, I am constantly comparing myself with other Geralt’s. And I couldn’t help but always feel like they were just better. It made it hard to want to...stay around. I’ve been working on that, and would like to stick around a bit more now! Sverre; Well, this is kind of self inflicted. Sverre is really pretty much the bear he turns into, as much as he tries to think they’re two different things, they’re not. So I’m waking him up after a long-ass winter and he’s being slow about it. Not grumpy, just slow.
Stolen from: @evermerciful
tagging: @iigniiferroque, @nightscng, @wcrstarter, @mandragoraregum, @slainchosen, and whoever wants to steal it. Be my guest!
Want to ship? Feel free to tell me straight off!
Yes, shipping does need chemistry between the two muses, but if you look at my muse and think ‘You know what, I’d like to ship my muse with theirs!’, feel free to tell me, even before we start threads!
I love having a direction/goal to work the characters towards – when I write fiction on my own, I like having goals and plot points, like romances, family and friend relationships, rivals and enemies.. why wouldn’t I like having the same with RP? RP is just collaborative fiction writing!
There’s no shame in liking ships, or even RPing for ships. There’s tons of people in the world who love to read romance novels, and no one tries to tell them that’s wrong or worse than liking mysteries, or fantasy adventure. Neither preference is wrong, it’s just that – a preference!
So please – if you want to ship, or work towards of ship, in any capacity : romance, family, friends, rivals, and everything in between – TELL ME! I’d love to see what we can come up with together!
|| Angela ;;
Angela’s jaw tightened at his words, the blue irises refusing to look at the monster slayer. She knew the words he spoke and how truly she needed to leave if she were to really help any further in the future. But the horrific images that the Church has burned into her mind almost literally… The air around them crackled with magic with how her emotions tried to take over her, but she closed her eyes and took a deep breath to calm herself. The mourning and pain was deep in her heart, it was almost impossible to avoid it.
“ Have… You ever seen a family tortured and burned before? The adults we are all too use to seeing… But to see children not even five years old to be burned alive, to hear a burning babe scream- “
The sorceress swallowed hard as children were always a sensitive subject for her, seeing as she never could have one. With great power comes great consequences. To pave way to the healing capabilities she’s brought to the world, she questions though if it was truly worth sacrificing her happiness in this tormenting longevity magic gave sorceresses. Pinching her nose to prevent the tears that tried to force themselves out, she finally collected herself and looked at Geralt with the aged tiredness she has hid for so long.
“ Geralt I am so tired… But I see reason in your words. It’s just, hard to leave things like this. None of these people deserved any of this, they were more honest than their human counterparts. “
Seeing the reaction to his words play out across her face brought him no joy. She wanted to stay and help these people who so desperately needed it, against a force like the Church. The idea was admirable, honorable even. But the reality of the situation was a stark difference to the morals that they would have wanted to uphold. Geralt’s stance against the Church of the Eternal Fire wasn’t much different from hers, if only because he would be on a pyre beside her if they had their way. But Witchers were more practical that sorceresses. A stray that they tolerated because it was somewhat useful at protecting their interests. Monsters might be less common now, but they were still a threat.
His medallion thrummed against his chest as her power cracked with her emotional state, golden eyes regarding her through that show of power, her words dark and heavy. Geralt had indeed seen what she had spoken of, multiple times. Humans were among the worst monsters Geralt had ever faced. After a moment, Geralt did speak again, though his voice was soft, as if he didn’t want her to hear his words. “I have, too many times.” His hand rested over his abdomen, where the scars of a personal encounter with such an event remained. An event that had, for all intents and purposes, been the end of his life. Even now, how he came to be standing there was...murky.
“No one deserves this, but one woman can not save a city. Not one that doesn’t want to be saved.” The atrocities carried out by the Church of the Eternal Fire were backed by a majority of the human population. Perhaps Geralt had grown callous over the years, but people who wanted this kind of bloodshed weren’t worth the effort of turning over. To him, people who backed the church needed to be culled. It wouldn’t end until they were. Thoughts aside, Geralt reached out to gingerly hold at her shoulder, fingers gripping in a way that was to try and offer comfort. At least the consolation prize was that Menge, the bastard head of the Church had been killed. While the man who took his place carried much of the same views, he himself wasn’t as zealous. Unfortunately, there was a measure of urgency that was required here, and Geralt was unafraid to push it, just a little. “Let me help you pack what you need...” She was obviously upset, in pain, over this decision, and Geralt would be going no where while she was in such a state. Not that he would leave her alone in this city unless he had to.
evermerciful:
//…USER:GERALT… @ofrxvia | liked for a thing
“ Geralt… I can’t just leave. You know that. The Eternal Fire always seems to come back threefold when we try to snuff out one fire. There are too many people here who could be burned for matters that are out of their control. “
Angela’s white blonde locks was pulled up in it’s classic bun her appearance immaculate as ever. But her face had lost it’s usual smiles and fire that were hidden behind her eyes. She never was one to be subtle, she was never a sorceress to well, act like one. Now, she was just beaten down from all the effort the damned Eternal Fire pushed hard with.
This was the response he expected from her, on his insistence that she leave Novigrad. The city was quickly becoming unstable, mages no longer the only ones taking the brunt of the Eternal Fire’s absurd displeasure. Non-humans were ending up on the pyres as often as mages were, Geralt having walked past a pyre with the body of a dwarf still upon it. He hoped it wasn’t anyone he knew. Vivaldi and Zoltan were still in the city too, though Zoltan was quickly making plans to leave. Just like Angela should be.
“Can’t help anyone if you’re the one on the pyre, Angela.” The Witcher spoke quietly, not refuting anything she said but offering logic against it. She wanted to help those that were the target of the Church, but she was just painting a bullseye on her back. “This is about self-preservation now. If you don’t leave soon, you won’t be able to at all.” They were putting a strict watch on the gates, and even the port. Sure, Angela could portal in and out as she pleased, but how long until someone saw? How long until she had dimeritium shackles on and her magic was out of reach?
“It’s time to leave.” The words he spoke were urgent, and overwhelmed with concern. “Please.”
Mandragoraregum Sent : ❛ I never said I was a good man, but one can receive good advice from a bad person.❜
Reign Prompts || Accepting ! @mandragoraregum
The statement immediately provoked ire in the Witcher, those golden eyes shifting to regard his close friend. Brows furrowed in disbelief that Regis would think so poorly of himself, even to the point of considering himself a bad person. Was this because of his nature of a Vampire? Regis had not partook in blood in years, according to what he himself had told Geralt, so why would he demean himself as a bad person? The fact that Geralt couldn’t trace the source of this statement in his friend only added to his ire, lips pulling thin with the emotion. The Witcher did not normally express such things, preferring to keep to the idea that he didn’t have the emotional range to do so, but Regis knew him better than that, and he wouldn’t be so...disingenuous with his dear friend.
“That’s a pile of horse shit, Regis.” Geralt was blunt, as he tended to be. “You’re a better person than the vast majority of people I’ve met.” And Regis wasn’t even human. Reaching out, Geralt clapped a hand on the man’s shoulder in a rather rough way, as if to shake Regis from such thoughts. “Besides, your advice is always top notch, even if I can’t bring myself to follow it sometimes.” His smile was slight as he spoke those words, meeting Regis’s gaze steadily.
Amepcrdue Sent : ❛ What good is right or wrong if you’re dead? ❜
Reign Prompts || Accepting ! @amepcrdue
It was a question of morality, one that Geralt pondered on often. His life experiences had shown him many different sides to people, some were selfless as could be, giving everything of themselves with no care of what their return might be. Others could be the complete opposite, hoarding everything offered to them and never letting a single thing leave their possession. Morality was subjective, the reasons behind them so personal that trying to discern them. The question Raphael posed was not one so easily answered, even after years given to ponder.
“Are you a bandit, or a knight?” Geralt responded carefully, those golden eyes regarding Raphael curiously. “Most people live their lives in a way that they hope to be remembered by. Some want to be remembered for their strength, others their kindness.” Philosophy was perhaps one of Geralt’s favorite talking points, though he found there were relatively few people to speak such things clearly with. Most of the time, he was left looking morose and disconnected from the life of the common man when he spoke of such things. Dandelion had always said he could get quite dour when philosophy tugged at his mind. “I suppose it matters in how you want to be remembered.” What good was right or wrong if you’re dead? Your legacy, that’s what good right and wrong was. At least to Geralt.
Iigniiferroque Sent : "What’s it say? What’s it say?"
Rocky Horror Starters || Accepting ! @iigniiferroque
“It says relax a moment and let me read.” The words were spoken with a level of jest to them, a slight smile on the Witcher’s lips as he let his eyes slide over the page again, this time without distraction. It was nothing more than bulletin put out a massive contract, a call to any Witcher who could respond. Must be a serious issue then. Such things generally paid rather well, and normally Geralt wouldn’t miss a good paying contract. “Notice from Kovir.” He finally said after a moment, the smile that he had been displaying gone from his lips. “Apparently there’s a ghoul invasion?” The last two words were tinged with disbelief. Ghouls were just carrion feeders for the most part, trailing after warring armies and leftover battlefields. That there were Ghouls and Alghouls moving en masse on a kingdom struck him as odd, not quite sure why the beasts were banding together like this, and in a way that seemed to go against everything Geralt knew about them. That confusion was plain on his face as he read the notice again. “I’ve never heard of such a thing...”
Notte-la-lagna Sent : ‘I really love the… skillful way you beat the other girls to the bride’s bouquet‘
Rocky Horror Starters || Accepting ! @notte-la-lagna
While Geralt was generally one for wordplay, this was a phrasing that had obviously just been slapped together in an attempt to make a point. The sense was there, obviously the point was the be the first one to whatever the target was. “That made as much sense as an Alghoul in a top hat.” The retort was quick, and about as well considered as the other’s statement. Geralt crossed his arms over his chest, doing so more for comfort and something to do with his arms more than for the sake of looking agitated, though there was some minor agitation to be felt, that was for sure.
“Damn place looks picked clean.” Those golden eyes scanned the ground, the supposed sight of the attack. There wasn’t even a footprint to be found. “Better yet, surgically cleaned.” The Witcher’s arms dropped, squatting down to better inspect the ground. The scrape marks on the ground were a clear movement to brush away whatever had killed her. Geralt could at least still smell the blood. Old, but not terribly dried. Curiosity started to gnaw at him, thinking who would go through the trouble of trying to cover an attack with such precision.
