She was one of those girls who breathed fire when confronted but loved so gently that it made you forget she could.
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She was one of those girls who breathed fire when confronted but loved so gently that it made you forget she could.
thewriterthatnobodynoticed (via wnq-writers)
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Tagging: @glorycrowned, @sugarcoatedklepto, @invisibleimpossibilities, @ensnared-in-a-daydream, @mementobellum, @sleihbeggey, and anyone else who wants to do this~
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Sorry about the inactivity! Been marathoning Witcher 3, making/organizing a D&D campaign, and practicing for an upcoming Overwatch tournament - needless to say, I've been busy. I will be returning on Tuesday, I promise I haven't gone on hiatus or lost my muse for Tharja. :3
{ @sugarcoatedklepto }
Never in the name of a thousand gods would Tharja have imagined that someone would have enough gall to loot her supplies.
Her shelves were in disarray, her books were all out of order, and on the ground, a carelessly tossed jar of fish eyes helplessly leaked a murky, noxious fluid. Thieves, she concluded, still aghast at what appeared to be her own carelessness, their apparent dexterity, or any combination of both.
Of all the people within the Shepherds, Tharja knew of one with the closest ties to such circumstances. She tugged her cloak more tightly around her shoulders and swiftly exited her tent, still fuming but dead set on locating, hexing, then interrogating the sticky-fingered Gaius. In that exact order.
Square Enix has released a variation of the main theme of NieR: Automata! This version of the song is performed by Emi Evans, who was featured in the music of the original NieR Gestalt/Replicant.
âLady Nightshadeâ // Witcher AU
{ @glorycrowned }
Passing through the threshold that is Tretogor Gate, one could not help but feel a bit... apprehensive. Trudging through the cobbled streets and feeling the prying gaze of every guard upon her back when they spotted the pair, the sorceress would fall into step closely behind her Witcher companion.
Though she did not seem particularly perturbed by the Temple Guards surrounding them and her features veiled beneath layers of velvet and shadow, in truth, she was on edge. Dealing with a handful of Witch Hunters was one thing, traipsing into a city swarming with both practitioners and worshippers of the Eternal Fire was beyond reckless. It was certain suicide for non-humans. Under any other circumstance, Tharja would never even consider waltzing into Novigard - however, their quest had led them here and they needed information from Triss in regards to the apparent sightings of a certain Witcheress - according to Geraltâs source.
As they neared Hierarch Square, a rather sizable crowd began to form and they eventually found themselves swept amongst the denizens.
Before them, two binded individuals, and surrounding them were a group of Temple Guards. They casted their torches into the wooden bundle beneath the pair, burning them alive as a bald man sermonized odious troths, as if justifying this vile act as pious veracity whilst people gawked - a few even cheering.
Her amethyst hues narrowed, dark brows furrowing as revulsion formed from within her bowels and roil violently as the victimsâ bloodcurdling wails filled her ears, reverberating throughout the streets.
âEnough.â she seethed through gritted teeth, breaking away from the barbaric rabble and weaving through the throng towards the vicinity that Triss supposedly owned. She knew her companion would follow suit.
Sheâs mad but sheâs magic. There is no lie in her fire.
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The Dragon & The Sorceress // Witcher AU
@glorycrowned
COMMON NAMES: Datura; Moonflower; Devilâs Apple; Jimson Weed; Malpitte; Toloache (D. inoxia)
EFFECTS CLASSIFICATION: Deliriant
DESCRIPTION: Most parts of the plant contain atropine, scopolamine and hyoscyamine which are known to cause intense delirious states. It has a long history of use by cartels and criminals in Columbia for its ability to disconnect awareness from the consciousness, allowing for easy manipulation of the victim.
{ @kindlingknight }
Apprehension, then a primal urge screaming âRUN or be forced to lift weights until you DIEâ floods Tharjaâs innermost thoughts when she spots a certain retrainer - and so she scrambles about, quickly remembering that she was currently in the barracks. There really is nowhere to escape.
âFrederick,â she says begrudgingly in lieu of greeting. Her arm tightens around the grimoire clutched against her chest and for a second, her hand slips ever so slightly. The very thought of Frederickâs self-developed, âFantastic Fanatical Fitness Hourâ, was enough to make her cringe and break out into a cold sweat.
Her Shadow // Witcher Verse
Because I couldnât help myself, I created a Witcher verse! If anyone is interested in creating a thread for this verse, feel free to contact me. I am extremely inspired and hyped, so I wouldnât mind starting a few threads set in this AU - even if we already have ongoing threads.
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