King of Cintra

[tiffanyachings]

I did listen, once. Let a hedgehog into my court. It got me Pavetta dead. I won’t lose Ciri too.

[jamsmemes]

(     *     THE WITCHER PROMPTS   !    

trigger warning for murder.

❛  how ironic, our paths cross again! so near and yet so far.  ❜

❛  fear not, we’ll meet again, i assure you…  ❜

❛  you’re making a mistake. this man’s a murderer.  ❜

❛  you fail to grasp the basic rules governing this world.  ❜

❛  you’re a genetically modified killer with no place in modern society.  ❜

❛  but we’ll tend to that problem next time. farewell.  ❜

❛  death, the final judgment.  ❜

❛  the beast has met its end once. it doesn’t fear death, it is death.  ❜

❛  how will you defeat human villainy? you who died and still walk amongst the living?  ❜

❛  not enough food, nowhere to sit, and nothing but small talk.  ❜

❛  i’m a relic, someone from the past, so i’m rather attached to the old customs.  ❜

❛  i’ve the good of the kingdom at heart.  ❜

❛  let me tell you, friend — a serious slashfest is in the works, one without pardon.  ❜

❛  the defeated will be picked apart by crows.  ❜

❛  you’ll be forced to fight for a new order, comrade — or against it.  ❜

❛  we will fight for our traditions and customs, for our land and our women.  ❜

❛  i wouldn’t deceive you — i think you’re one of us, it’s a cause we share.  ❜

❛  i don’t know the enemy yet, but i will soon, and when i do…  ❜

❛  the time of the sword and axe will come, blood will flow in the streets.  ❜

❛  know this, comrade, there will be no room for your neutrality.  ❜

❛  you traveled a long path, fraught with danger.  ❜

❛  you demonstrated courage and goodness.  ❜

❛  face your enemies without fear. safeguard the helpless.  ❜

❛  never lie, even if it means your death. that is your oath.  ❜

❛  destiny will give you no rest. a long road lies ahead.  ❜

❛  i see death and blood. i see frosty chaos.  ❜

❛  take this sword as a sign of my favour.  ❜

❛  go, and do what must be done.  ❜

❛  look into my eyes, and you will see your death.  ❜

❛  you’ve delivered death too often. retribution awaits.  ❜

❛  i was wrong about you. you’re a blind, rabid dog biting anything that moves.  ❜

❛  someone needs to finish you off.  ❜

❛  chaos followed in your wake.  ❜

❛  every one of your decisions brought further devastation.  ❜

❛  does your neutrality not taste bitter?  ❜

❛  wherever you walk, death and chaos follow.  ❜

❛  you dare to oppose me. i sense your weakness, as your life seeps from your wounds.  ❜

❛  with every drop, death draws nearer.  ❜

❛  you stand no chance against me.  ❜

[tiffanyachings]

Jodhi May as Queen Calanthe in The Witcher (2019-)

[saintgranny]

the most perfect book depiction of queen calanthe from the witcher by sunriseart on twitter.

[tiffanyachings]

ciri: [happily playing knucklebones]

eist tuirseach, overcompetitive grandfather:

[oscarskirt]

WITCHER LADIES APPRECIATION WEEK Day 2: Favourite Dynamic Queen Calanthe of Cintra/Eist Tuirseach of Skellige

[queen-calanthe-of-cintra-moved]

AND SHE LISTENED

[isabellehemlock]

"Pretty ballads hide bastard truths." - Eist Tuirseach

⤡ a prequel moodboard for The Witcher's Calanthe x Eist

[poemsforpersephone]

“YOU DRAW CONSTELLATIONS ON HIS MORNING FLUSHED SKIN AND NAME THEM ALL ‘BEAUTIFUL’ AFTER THE CANVAS THAT CARRIES THEM.”

— EVERY SCAR IS A STAR WORTH KISSING // l.s.

[skllger]

Ada waited for me 4 whole years

I love you more than anything

[saintgranny]

sixty years of sorrow, he got five or six of bliss... left my mother's mother without so much as a kiss...

[skllger]

Hello I am back, where the fuck is calanthe

[yenvengerberg]

LADIES MEME: [4/6] warriors > queen calanthe

[tiffanyachings]

WITCHER LADIES APPRECIATION WEEK - DAY FOUR: FAVOURITE QUOTE

You and destiny can both fuck right off.

[skllger]

I have one question and that is: where's Calanthe?

[bi-jaskier]

THE WITCHER 1x01 The End’s Beginning

requested by anon

[skllger]

historysung

❝ i have a purpose. i have pretty girls. ❞

The bard is naught but a jester with no hat and his comments and phrases are always amusing, though Eist is not as fool as to call him a jester in front of everyone, he merely chuckles, lighghtly. Almost like a sailor does when he is drunk, with his all heart and holding back the barf. Shoulders tremble in almost ghostly manner and he swins his cup from one side to the other spilling drink all over the floor. “Will the pretty girls find that a blessing or a curse.” He grabs the bard shoulder in amicable way and squeeze it tightly. “My friend, you have a purpose and that’s not to die by the pretty girls man’s hands.” he boast. “But worry not, my friend. You surely have a long life yet to be lived, just be mindful where you string the cords of your lute.”