BEAUTY & MENACE

She was destruction given form & purpose; hers was an elegant savagery. tracking #okruchlodu

[okruchlodu]

* 𝙔𝙀𝙉𝙉𝙀𝙁𝙀𝙍 𝙊𝙁 𝙑𝙀𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍𝘽𝙀𝙍𝙂

𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙔𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙑𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙖. 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙨 & 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧: 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙩. 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚.

𝖞𝖊𝖓 / 𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖔𝖎𝖗𝖊 / 𝖕𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖘

[bilberry-jam]

Since we talked about Ciri I would love to see her doing magic studies with Yennefer or something. Just anything with a young Ciri having a good time for once

Okay so this isn't exactly what you asked for but it sprung into my mind when I set out to draw the ask

[dfgkx]

[janesfonda]

"You are too reckless. Submit to your elders, myself included. And in the fullness of time, who knows what powers you might attain? Truly. I promise." "-Like you promised John Alden?"

[okruchlodu]

@vanbredevoort

[okruchlodu]

Hey babes! So.

replies will be a little slower over here. I'm gonna drop some old threads & maybe clean out my inbox and start anew because I feel like I need it!!

That said, I'll be around, doing my silly lil replies this week & you are always welcome to come bother me on my other babe girl who has been consistently claiming a bit more of my time & attention lately over here. 💋💋

[dcrkpaladin]

@okruchlodu

Striding along the forest trail, a hood covering his bulk, Riesling listened to the sounds around him. And as he wandered, he felt the dryness in his throat, the desire to bunk down and drink for the night.

For the sound of company and perhaps even the touch of a woman. At the end of the trail, he noted a woman travelling as well. "You there," he called, his voice a gruff thunderclap. "Do you know where the nearest tavern is?" 

[okruchlodu]

Dawn had broken blue and purple over them, yet she had not slept a moment, had only laid wakeful and upset, tossing and turning in her bed in fretful anger, wondering what laid in wait for them beyond the night. Feeling herself grow impatient and maddened at endlessly waiting for Geralt to send word for her— Yennefer, much too vexed by his lateness which had in turn kept her from her sleep and made her irritable and full of agitation, had taken off in search of him at first light.

She had purposefully foregone teleportation and had taken her horse for a ride instead, hoping that some fresh air would do her sour moods some good. The sky was dark, sliced through with spillings of hazy, grey light that brought to mind thick mists, promising rain. After leaving a dark, wet, beech forest, she had seen a village at the foot of the mountain: dozens of neatly thatched cottages inside the ring of a low stockade enclosing a bend in a small river which sparkled under the sunlight.

Torn from her thoughts, Yennefer turned at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, and the obsidian star on her neck glittered with a thousand reflections. Sharp, lovely lips twisted and— irritated by the disruption, his presumptuous tone of voice which he might have thought would somehow make the sorceress look upon him as something more than a mere disruptive inconvenience in her way — contorted her face, which burned with fierce beauty— lithe, unholy, impure— into a contemptuous expression.

❝ — has your vision abandoned you, vagabond? ❞ asked the sorceress icily, with no real interest in his anwer, narrowing her violet eyes at him in a disdainful, apathetic display of superiority as she gathered the rich velvets of her fine cape tighter around her shapely shoulders and tossed her dark head, a tempest of raven-black curls cascading down her back. She gathered the reins in her left hand, immaculately gloved in black lace, and spurred her horse into a trot, not bothering to gift him with the answer that he sought when he could so readily find it for himself.

@dcrkpaladin

[okruchlodu]

making icons of my yenna's live action fc has me FLOORED because HER FACE

[feainnart]

[okruchlodu]

I'm once more on my knees asking you all to let yennefer be mean to you also I somehow need more geralt in my life. always more geralt.

[okruchlodu]

I live your style. black and lilac. so simple, so easy, so hot.

am I not a SUPERIOR being to be followed and cherished by you mortal, simple folk?

[greenfinchg-illustration]

I've added some colors 💜

[stellanimarum]

Cornflower blues would connect with violet as he felt them on him and smiled softly back at her while he continued to sing until the song would reach its end. He hadn't performed it very much if he was honest but he was pleased with how it sounded even in the cool open air after quite a fair bit of wine.

Of course, the song was about Yennefer herself, how could he not write something solely about her. He was as much smitten as he had once loathed her. Always the way with the poet he supposed. He had no control over who he ended up with feelings for. It never would mean anything though. He couldn't do that to Geralt even if Yennefer would ever entertain the idea. It would just be there in idle thoughts and poetry. Pining was good for the art, he found.

"Well, your ears do not appear to be bleeding. Or is that a sorceress trick?" He spoke, smile still holding as he studied her, head tilted slightly to the side.

[okruchlodu]

The song filled the magician with a strange, sweet sort of nostalgia that although she did not cling to, Yennefer did not immediately shove aside either, letting herself linger in the moment, if only for a second, and although outwardly, she remained perfectly composed and untouched by it, her poise aloof and mysterious, portraying herself as the very pinnacle of unblemished, powerful perfection, it did touch her heart. She did not smile at it, but she did not lower her eyes from the bard either, even when she felt drops of rain on her face. She only narrowed her eyes against the flash of lightning which suddenly flared across the horizon, and stirred from where she had been sitting atop the edge of the wall overlooking the bay, the faint scent of lilac and gooseberries emanating from the sorceress, soon filling the air around them.

❛ — hmm, it is not magic that clouds my judgement, I fear. even your pitiful screeching can be made somewhat palatable with a little help from mystery wines and ales, my little poet. ❜ proclaimed the enchantress quiet haughtily, and her violet eyes shone, burned in her lovely, pale face, veiled with a tempest of dishevelled, luxuriant black curls which wildly fell to her waist as she, at long last, sharply pulled herself off the stone walls, too cold and damp with morning mist to touch now, and tossed her head with a fluid, elegant gesture, gathering her velvet cloak tight about her shapely shoulders to shield herself from the chilly frost encroaching upon them with the breaking of the dawn over the harbour, a mysterious, faint smile turning the corners of her lips. When next she spoke, her voice was changed; cold; a dark whisper. ❛ — yet, I must somehow deny myself the delights of your company. The hour is far too late...and you have whiled away far too much time here, poet... Something more must be waiting for you out there. More songs to be written... stories to be told... Preferably, more tolerable than the one you made me suffer through tonight. ❜ said the magician meaningfully, and her voice sounded colder, somehow, yet full of something outrageously soft and pulsing with unspilled sighs, like a wound still weeping blood; promising, only, pain. ❛ — you will not find them here, no matter how deep in your cups you fall. ❜ you will only find them at his side; go; be with him; do not let him be alone with the shadows; went unsaid. She only paused, a sharp grimace twisting her lips. She only tossed her dark head again, crowned with the dying starlight, said, ❛ — goodnight; Jaskier. ❜ as she smiled faintly, pulling herself away.

@stellanimarum

[storyoflight]

[franceskray]

[vesemirsexual]

People love, love to bring up one-off moments of Yennefer at her worst. Yennefer who is mean, cold, haughty, angry, hurt, jealous, stand-offish.

It’s both funny and sad to me that people forget the rest. Yennefer, who ruins her expensive camlet dress without even realising it to save a woman having a miscarriage on the steps of Kaer Trolde. Yennefer, who gives the nervous young clerk Fabio Sachs the Younger such unexpected high praise that he blushes to the roots of his chestnut hair. Yennefer, who saves Giancardi’s family. Yennefer, who buys back Geralts swords without his knowledge - who has her own banker keep track of where he is looking for work, to make sure the region has a decent “Witcher fund”, even when they’re not together.

Yennefer, who on Skellige, earns the favour of Freyja, the patron goddess of motherhood; receives her grace, her diamond, her Brisingamen, because she is willing to endure more than the limits of human suffering for Ciri.

Yennefer has so many flaws: she’s a deeply broken, traumatised woman who’s prideful and knows how to play the ice queen. But if you don’t realise that Yennefer is also full of love for people around her, hidden kindness and compassion…you might want to read those stories again.

[wolfkcst]

❝The world is cruel and the gods do not care.❞

[okruchlodu]

❝ you have a knack for ominous statements. Spare me the banalities, Wolf-kissed. ❞ drawled the sorceress coldly, rustling the finely-spun dark silks of her extravagantly lavish dress as she tore herself away from the mouth of the door and moved to stand near the table where they sat near the fire, fixing startingly violet eyes upon them, measuring them with those haunting eyes of hers, sweet dark purple, deep as a fathomless lake, strangely bright, dispassionate and malefic. Terrifying.

The magician turned towards them slowly, languidly, almost, the elegant, sharp quality of her poise, opaque, aloof; the very picture of powerful perfection. The star on her neck flamed with reflections of the sun beaming through the window into the hut, and she twisted sharp, lovely lips into a faint sneer, said, quite impatiently, ❝ that is quite enough of it. come now. recover yourself. I did not go through the pains of travelling to this miserable marshland to watch you throw yourself into exaggerated depression over nothing. ❞ Yennefer tossed her black locks, which gleamed and writhed like snakes, and bright, beautiful eyes flashed in the firelight as they met theirs.

@wolfkcst

[okruchlodu]

When first Cirilla entered their shared chambers, the enchantress did not look round, did not turn away from the table where she sat, primping in front of the mirror, only said at last! I've called for you an hour ago!, only, looked at Ciri in the mirror. Slowly, and then, at the sight that filled her eyes, in utter, bewildered disbelief and disapproval, fair, sharp features contorting.

 ❝ when was the last time you bathed, exactly? ❞ Yennefer wondered sharply as she now fixed her gaze upon the girl, violet eyes traveling over the curves and angles of her face. There were traces of dried blood that she fiercely hoped was not her own (unless she wished to be further scolded),  some spots of dirt, and she could not help but wrinkle her nose in an exagerrated display of her displeasure.  ❝ come here, Ciri. Quick. ❞ Yennefer sharply called for her, wringing a wet rag over a bowl of fresh spring water.   ❝ you may be fierce whilst still looking more or less presentable. you are aware of this, my ugly one, yes? ❞

@stellanimarum