⚜️. 𝔩𝔬𝔶𝔞𝔩 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡.

𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔬𝔫 𝔯𝔬𝔠𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰. 𝔤𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰 + 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫 𝔟𝔞𝔰𝔢𝔡.

[rekakrola]

 ❝we were to stop the black ones' advance along the DOL BLATHANNA - MOUNT CARBON line . and we did . for three days .❞  ❝THEN THEY SMASHED US INTO SPLINTERS .❞

↠ CARRD . ↠ HEADCANONS . ↠ PLAYLIST . ↠ PROMO .

[ loyalty is a decision, a resolution of the soul. ] VERNON ROCHE of the witcher saga. ind. sel. priv.; informed by games && books. served by sawyer, 27, he/they. 21+; adult themes will be present. a study in : the flames of overwhelming rage ; the depths of all-encompassing grief. the lengths you would go to to rectify injustice ; the way morality rots when it doesn't serve your purpose . carving out a place for yourself , only for it to be burned to the ground . loyalty superseding common sense .

[rekakrola]

⚜️⇝ooc. anyone know if there's a way to trim posts / use xkit on mobile? since my wife's laptop exploded my options are phone or library trip, && i can only go out so often lol. i mean... i intend to anyway (library trip tomorrow !! ) but i want to be able to write more in the meantime !!

[rekakrola]

THERE IS A MAN LIKE VERNON ROCHE IN EVERY MONARCH'S RETINUE. BRAVE && DETERMINED , READY TO EXECUTE ANY COMMAND , && THOROUGHLY HATED AT COURT , HE KNOWS THAT ONLY ALLEGIANCE && SERVICE TO THE KING KEEP HIM IN HIS POSITION .

↬REKAKROLA ; ind. sel. priv. VERNON ROCHE of the WITCHER SERIES . mature themes oft inside ; 21+ . served by sawyer since winter '18. carrd linked in blog name.

[eiloing]

营业一凡 draw it for me

[chemicakedraws]

Little girl from a tiny tower in Maribor

[justcrafting]

Love being reminded that Geralt is the character of all time. He’s a horse girl. He’s a girl dad. Before he went out on the path he gave himself 5 names to seem more like a knight but everyone bullied him about it so he settled for being called “of Rivia” even though he was not from Rivia and had only been there once after he’d become a Witcher. He’s constantly bullied by everyone around him because he’s an idiot. His two best friends are a bard and an elderly higher vampire who doesn’t drink human blood because the last time he did he got so drunk on it he flew directly into a building. He names every horse he owns Roach and always picks chestnut mares. He’s centuries old and didn’t know about periods until he got Ciri and he and the other Witchers got chewed out by a sorceress for not knowing what periods were

[rekakrola]

THERE IS A MAN LIKE VERNON ROCHE IN EVERY MONARCH'S RETINUE. BRAVE && DETERMINED , READY TO EXECUTE ANY COMMAND , && THOROUGHLY HATED AT COURT , HE KNOWS THAT ONLY ALLEGIANCE && SERVICE TO THE KING KEEP HIM IN HIS POSITION .

↬REKAKROLA ; ind. sel. priv. VERNON ROCHE of the WITCHER SERIES . mature themes oft inside ; 21+ . served by sawyer since winter '18. carrd linked in blog name.

[rekakrola]

"Holy shit, can you believe we really pulled that off!?" (Or whichever you feel works!)

Six of them would have been absolutely unmanageable for the commander to handle on his own, but the gods knew he would've given it his best shot. luckily, however, the unassuming man on the other end of the bench had risen just at the same moment that roche had. for as much work as roche had put into treaties && agreements with the nilfgaardians, he had never grown comfortable with them. he was certain he never would.

usually, he was able at least to force himself to ignore them. able to let his eyes skim over the gold suns && black fields, the dark eyes && conceited smirks. somehow, even their women && children had the same unshakeable air of superiority. but this day, this ragtag group of invaders nilfgaardians had chosen to make their evening amusement by hounding the barmaid.

that too, was... mostly ignorable. with white knuckles on the worn wood handle of his flagon, sure. but mostly ignorable. with simmeringly-angry glances over at them, but MOSTLY ignorable. it had only been a matter of time until the commander had said something to the men, outnumbered or not.

but when the nilfgaardian dogs started in on the northern kingdoms — when they started to crow about how they'd taken the north with hardly a fight, about nordlings being cowards, about the empire's endless list of virtues —

roche had been hardly aware he was moving until he realized his knuckles were bleeding && there was a man howling on the ground at his boots. then, a blur of motion beside him heralded the joining of the stranger that had once sat beside him.

&& now here they stood. the other patrons of the tavern had fled the minute the violence started, scrambling out the door && even crawling out windows. the barmaid was flattened against the wall, chest heaving && eyes wide as dinner plates. roche himself was bent in twain, hands on his knees as he caught his breath. blood dripped from his nose, but he didn't care. somehow, he && this stranger — a fellow northman — were the only two standing. of the nilfgaardians, three were barely conscious && groaning to themselves. the other three were silent. roche didn't much care to check if they still breathed.

❝just glad we're in one fuckin' piece,❞ the soldier huffed, flinging up a hand in a vague wave-off, ❝and that you were on MY side.❞

[rekakrola]

roche , what are you doing here? / from geralt

Geralt's voice was unmistakable, ringing off the cold castle walls like a temple bell. the soldier's stride stopped so short his heel skidded off the flagstone below. ❝witcher?❞ roche turned sharply around, his perpetual frown lightening by a scant few degrees.

❝what do you think i'm doing here? trying to rebuild temeria.❞ one hand raised to gesture vaguely at the walls of the royal palace. in the tumult of war && conquering, nilfgaard had done quite a number on it's once-grand halls. chips && cracks, gold && silver ornamentations that had miraculously walked off, && even some of the intricate stained glass windows had been shattered.

the two men stood under one such window now. the cold autumn sun streamed in through the remnants of artistry, golden rays turned scarlet, turquoise, && ochre. the ofieri rug underfoot was dulled with the dirt of an invading army. at the very least, the offensive amount of black nilfgaardian banners had been reduced to a more reasonable count. roche couldn't help but feel that the emblazoned suns looked more like watchful eyes.

❝it's good to see you,❞ roche firmly said, crossing the distance between them with a hand outstretched, ❝it's been too long.❞

[ohisms]

✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ MORBID CURIOSITY ... [ REMASTERED ] ( a collection of various original dialogue prompts centered around asking questions. adjust phrasing / gendered terms as necessary. )

give that to me! where did you find this?!

do you drink coffee or tea?

sorry– am i crazy, or have we met before?

do you trust me enough to close your eyes?

when were you planning on telling me?

at the risk of being a cliché, do you want to get out of here?

can i convince you to stay the night?

do i look like someone who knows what that means?

would you consider giving me a second chance?

do you really think that's helpful right now?

would you mind showing me around?

do you ever plan on forgiving yourself?

are you thinking what i'm thinking?

can we ... go out and do something crazy?

why are we whispering?

who exactly are you, anyways?

can't we just be civil for a minute?

does the past ever keep you up at night?

if you have nothing to hide, what's the problem?

how long has it been since i saw you last, [ name ]?

did the power just go out?

are we still doing the thing where we pretend not to care?

how should we celebrate?

can we just ... start over?

why is this so important to you?

how was i supposed to know that?!

do you want me to stay? it doesn't have to mean anything.

where are you? nobody's heard from you.

can you help me zip this up?

why do these things always happen to me?

you don't secretly hate me, right?

can i get you something to eat? –or drink?

ready to see what i've been working on?

where have you been disappearing off to?

what's that perfume you're wearing?

you're laughing?! do you really think this is funny?

are you planning to stay for dinner?

did you think it was going to be easy?

you see where you went wrong, don't you?

when did we become so cold and distant?

who are you working for?

did you really do all of this for me?

can i open my eyes yet?

haven't you heard the stories?

[ name ], what are you doing here?

what's it gonna take for you to trust me?

do you believe people can change?

how about we catch the ten o'clock showing?

don't you remember what happened last time?

why is it so unbelievable that i'd want to help you?

you're [ name ], aren't you?

who did this to you?!

how did you know i'd be here?

what's that supposed to mean?

do you think i'm irredeemable?

what kind of mess have you gotten us into?!

do you see anything you like?

what do i owe you for the food?

why won't this stupid thing work?!

does tonight really have to end?

holy shit. can you believe we really pulled that off?!

i can tell you're upset, [ name ]. what happened?

how long have you been standing there?

do you ever wish you could just ... run away?

haven't we been here before?

wait, shush ... did you hear that?

did i miss today's newsletter or something?

can we put our differences aside for a second?

what are you getting out of this, exactly?

you'd tell me if something was wrong, right?

are you willing to bet on it?

would you kill for me?

what made you think that was okay?!

do you believe people can change?

what's the worst thing you've ever done?

you were going to leave without saying goodbye?

[ name ], can you sit up for me?

can i kiss you?

where are your keys? you're not driving like this.

how's life been treating you?

where have you been?!

aren't we supposed to be alone tonight?

aw, has someone had a little too much to drink?

where are you going with this?

are we really doing this right now?

have you eaten today?

can i crash here for the night?

how did you learn to lie so well?

can i at least buy you a drink?

where should i meet you?

is that  ...  blood?!

are you trying to make me jealous right now?

what’s your problem? you're acting weird.

[ name ], you're ... real, right?

where’s your sense of adventure?

do you like horror movies?

what are you trying to prove?

can you give me a ride?

do you have any idea what you've done?

shouldn't you answer that?

why should i be the one to calm down?

have you been up all night?

why are you lying to me?

is that my [ jacket / hoodie / shirt ]?

what are you so afraid of?

do you want to grow old with me?

you’re gonna walk away from this?

are you nervous? your hands are shaking.

where am i supposed to go?

how many fingers am i holding up?

you want me to just walk away from this?

[ name ], slow down– what's wrong?!

are you embarrassed of me?

what's that smell? something's burning.

how can i make it up to you?

why can't you stay out of it?

is this some kind of trick?

come on, what do you have to lose?

do you ever still think of me?

idiot. why didn't you tell me?!

can we stop and think about this rationally?

how long has it been since you’ve slept?

what's your ideal first date?

are you ready to tell me the truth?

i almost died, and you're laughing?

what do you mean, "sort of"?

can we just stay like this forever?

when can i see you again?

can we put this behind us?

oh ... you thought of me first?

where did you learn to do that?

oh my god,  are you bleeding?!

where are you?  nobody’s heard from you.

[ name ], are you drunk?

how can i make this go away?

someone's jumpy today. are you feeling okay?

are we safe here?

what can i do to convince you?

what could possibly go wrong?

you have no idea who i am, do you?

how do you really feel about me?

why can't you look me in the eyes?

did you know you talk in your sleep?

were you following me?

can we just pretend this never happened?

are you just barely getting home?

are you even listening to me right now?!

where does it hurt?  can you show me?

are you trying to get yourself killed?!

how about we just forget the world exists?

how long have you been keeping this from me?

were you ever going to tell me?

what do you make of this?

[ name ],  what the hell?!

can we just be honest with each other, here?

are you trying to keep me a secret?

why does your story keep changing?

how long have you known?

it can't be that bad, right?

are you happy? i mean, really happy?

isn't this place amazing?

did i interrupt something?

how am i supposed to trust you?

are they still following us?

are you fucking serious?

do you remember our first kiss?

can we take a break for a minute?

how about we disappear for awhile?

you're going to walk away from this?

can you please just cut the crap?!

why didn't you tell me you were hurt?

how can i make this go away?

can you just look at me, please?

is there anything i can do to change your mind?

do you ever stop talking?

that depends. are you done lying to me?

are you sure this is legal?

how do you take your coffee?

can you keep your voice down?

why does your phone keep buzzing?

[rekakrola]

for @wilczmin . continued from this .

Once roche had scooped up the last of the cards nearest him, he straightened to his feet. both arms crossed over his chest as he glared down at the witcher. ❝not trying to - bullshit, geralt.❞ though he was scolding in full form, he couldn't summon a truly irritated tone. his lips might have even been crookedly curving upwards.

MAYBE.

❝might not be fast enough to gut you, but i could still crack that jaw, witcher.❞ one of his hands flexed instinctively. that fight with the white-haired wolf had been ages ago, it felt, but he still remembered it clearly. it had been as riotously fun as it was difficult. roche had nothing but respect for the rare man that could hold up to himself in a fight. besides - based on all the old wives' tales about what witchers were capable of, roche was glad to have been able to lay even a single punch on the man.

❝you here just to annoy me again? or something more constructive?❞

[rekakrola]

⚜️⇝𝔬𝔬𝔠.  tap the heart for me to go through your meme tag && send you a lil somethin !!

[rekakrola]

‘ where do squirrels run to, when they want to hide ? ’ / from helma!

Roche spat blood onto the crushed grass below, drawing the back of his hand across his mouth. ❝their nest, if we're lucky.❞ the blade of his sword dripped as he shoved it haphazardly back into the loop that fastened it to his belt. it had been a surprise to roche && to helma as much as it was to the elves. those first tense seconds as each party spotted the other had felt like hours.

he only regretted that one of the three had disappeared. the last thing he needed was the rat fleeing to its mates to report back on what he'd seen. at least he'd be reporting, too, the deaths of his comrades. the branded crates they'd been lugging told of the thievery that must have occupied their morning. the rat would have to report the loss of the cargo, as well.

good.

one small victory, at the least.

❝it shouldn't be far from here.❞

[rekakrola]

" hey ! where are we ?! " from @sc0iatael

The ringing in roche's head felt like he'd come back to the realm of the living inside a temple bell. his vision swam as he squinted && shoved himself onto his elbows with a rattling cough. it was dark - not completely black, but dim enough that it took a good few seconds for roche to get his bearings.

❝how should i know? d'you think i...❞ he trailed off. where WERE they?

these weren't... elven ruins. usually, when one falls through the earth onto a stone construction of some sort, one expects to find elven ruins. some old city, some ancient palace. or whatever. but this place was... modern. nearly new, even. && the stern, straight lines && austere lack of any sort of decor was antithetical to what little roche knew of elven construction.

then there was also the fact that iorveth - notably, an elf - was just as fucking confused as roche was.

a shaft of sunlight beamed down between them. roche followed it upwards.

❝fuck me, that was a long fall.❞ he didn't even mean to say it out loud. no wonder he felt like he'd been trampled. the sword he'd held in his hand thankfully wasn't far. the temerian snatched it up as he stumbled to his feet.

this was certainly one way to put a pause in their fighting.

[vuulpecula]

Fox chewed her lip, watching the other young ladies--the proper young ladies--twirl about in their fine dresses as they learned the steps to a special dance that would be preformed at the King's next birthday. She could not help the jealousy that burned in the pit of her stomach and caused her to slouch further onto the high wall as she watched them. She thought about spitting, though that was not very kind, she did think it might be quite humorous to watched all the wretched girls below scream in horror as it hit a skirt or a perfectly coiled strand of hair. As the minstrels below struck up a new tune, she Fox decided against it with a heavy sigh, spine straightening.

Looking around for something entertaining to do that would not make her feel less than the beautiful women her age laughing and dipping gracefully with their partners, she spotted a young soldier approaching from the north walk. Not just any soldier, it was Roche. The jealousy in her stomach grew wings and took flight, erasing the thoughts of the others for the moment. Fox watched him approach, his steps in time with the distant strumming of strings below. The castle melted away, it was only him against the backdrop of the blue sky. Temerian blue.

"Are you stuck patrolling the wall or have you come to delight in the view from up here? Margarete Von Ledger does have a rather low bodice on this fine morning." She was trying to speak the way she had heard some men speak, but secretly she hoped he did not look over the wall to examine the powdered cleavage of pretty Margarete.

@rekakrola ❤'d for a "teeny tiny" starter.

[rekakrola]

The fortunate thing about her champagne hair was that it glittered in the sunlight, && fox could be spotted from half a bailey's length away. roche's boots clacked sharply against the flagstone of the wall walk as he made his way to her. despite the sunny afternoon, the woman bore her own raincloud, gloom practically enshrouding her as visibly as her sun-gilded hair. the jovial lutes strumming away below struck a funny ill-fitting soundtrack. ❝patrolling? no, not today. just looking for the source of the trampling noises.❞

roche's brows lifted indifferently at mention of the Von Ledger heir. folding his arms across his chest, he rested his hip against the crenellations. he made sure to face fox, not the scene below. ❝they say that's the fashion these days... i expect soon the women will forego bodices altogether.❞ he couldn't help but snort at the thought. dancing && socializing would be made a good deal more difficult then - eye contact would be quite the back-breaking effort. one hand sharply lifted to swat away a fly. ❝you watching them to stare at tits, or to compare fashions?❞

he could make a guess as to why she loomed over the dancers. they were done up like sugar-works && pastries, in dresses that cost enough to fund a duchy. they were elegant. they were care-free.

not much the life that fox was leading.

nor the one that the newly-minted commander was leading.

even though he himself would much rather be up here in the king's colors than anywhere near the courtiers below... he could see why she may long for more.

[incorrect-witcher-quotes]

Roche: Sorry I’m late.

Geralt: What happened?

Roche: Nothing. I just really didn’t want to come.

[illustratus]

Departing Hunt Party by Charles-Caîus Renoux