#nothingherebutlight

[lilackissed]

@nothingherebutlight​ gets a random starter

Yennefer had to admit at least to herself that she felt BETTER when she came around Aretuza and Istredd was there. Or when she was doing something and their paths happened to cross. He was a part of her past that she had never been able to fully leave in the past because of how well he knew her--he had known her before she truly took her place as a mage. Istredd had seen her in some truly dark times, and she smiled at him as she approached.

“You really are always around when someone needs you, aren’t you?”

[goldenbutcher]

starter from @nothingherebutlight​​ ( luka )​ from vesemir

“why do you have that look on your face?”

[fckingbard]

@nothingherebutlight​ liked for witcher!jask

Adventure to the coast, it will be fun! Or so he’d thought. With a chill in the air and a town filled with folk concerned about ships plagued by a so-called she-beast, the trip had not been the peace Jaskier had hoped for. Alone atop the rocks he sat, strumming softly at the strings of his battered old lute. Waiting. Watching. Golden eyes staring out to sea as the sun began to set, the ships drew closer to their destinations, hoping to catch the smallest glimpse of what might be haunting those dangerous waves. 

[ouranking]

@nothingherebutlight​ || Disney Lyric Starter || Lyric Source

“I've seen dark before, but not like this.. This is cold, this is empty, this is numb.. The life I knew is over, the lights are out. Hello, darkness, I'm ready to succumb..”

[fckingbard]

@nothingherebutlight ​

“Quick, what rhymes with quick! Wick, lick, brick... Fuck. Knew that dwarven moonshine last night would knock me sideways, but I don’t think I’ve had a single coherent thought all day...” 

[lilackissed]

SEND ‘RECALL’ FOR MY MUSE TO BE FORCED TO OPEN UP TO YOURS ABOUT SOMETHING FROM THEIR PAST - @nothingherebutlight​​ said: “RECALL - for Istredd”

“There was a time when my mother actually loved me--at least I think that she did.” Yennefer explained. “She would check on me in the middle of the night when I had nightmares. She spoke to me like I was normal, and not a child with a crooked spine and jaw. Sometimes she even stood up to my father when he beat me, or tried to get me to do things that I wasn’t physically prepared to do. However, the moment he LEFT? Something in her changed. I was no longer her child, but the reason that her marriage had failed.”

The sorceress tried extremely hard not to talk about things in her past--especially things that would paint her in a light where someone might pity her--so why she was opening up now, to Istredd, she had no idea. At the same time, it was something that had been plaguing her as of late and who better than Istredd, who had known her before her transformation?

“She made me feel like I was the exact disgusting and pitiful creature that she had once loved. You were the one that helped me to see the real girl inside.” In more ways than one, but she had long forgiven him for anything he might have done that hurt her. The same way she hoped that he had forgiven her for the horrible things she had said and done to him. Part of hurting each other had helped them to GROW, but it didn’t make it hurt LESS. “I’m hard on the people that I care about...but I never want to become my mother.” In fact if someone so much as touched a hair on Ciri’s head in any negative way, Yennefer would kill them. “You know that I care about you...don’t you?”

[witch3re]

poetry prompts  :       @nothingherebutlight​​​ ,       “     i am alive,   &   some days i think that must be enough for me.     ”

❛❛     that’s...   sad,   alex.   you realize that,   don’t you ?     ❜❜         a frown marred the princess’s features,   rosy lips scrunched up in a little frown.   to say that lifting her long lost twin’s mood since his returned proved CHALLENGING was an understatement.   the boy exuded a melancholy rosella could not penetrate,   not in the way she so often did for her subjects.   she knew melancholy well,   of course.   years upon years of living through every dragon attack,   all those sacrifices,   failed crop after failed crop,   crumbling buildings   &   a waning population   [ ... ]   it would sour the mood of any kingdom,   subjects   &   monarchy alike.   but rosella had always been able to lift their spirits somehow.   a smile or a wave during a parade,   events every season,   or royal visits to struggling businesses.   she always managed to bring a smile to their faces,   no matter how temporary that smile was.

silk skirts swished around her ankles as she moved herself around to the front of the library sofa alexander sat upon,   &   promptly plopped down in the empty space beside him.         ❛❛    you know...   it’s ok to want more than just being alive.   it’s alright to let yourself seek out things that make you happy,     ❜❜         rosella said,   reaching for one of his hands   &   giving it a gentle squeeze.         ❛❛     you’re home now.   with people who love you   &   care for you     ——     no matter how long it takes you to get used to that.     ❜❜

[areyoualive]

❛ i bought two. here. ❜ from Brooke

random dialogue / accepting. @nothingherebutlight

          Connor glances down at the cup as Brooke takes her seat across from him. As he lifts his gaze back to her, the smile he receives could be described as expectant. Brooke was curious about his abilities. She’d displayed signs of interest when the topic of Connor being a prototype had arisen before (something that had become somewhat of a running joke, as of late). This was a new development, no doubt prompted by Hank’s earlier griping about him putting things in his damn mouth. 

          The difference in attitude was... refreshing.

          He wastes no time in dipping a finger into the scalding hot drink, much to the shock of the nearby table. Bringing it to his mouth, he pauses as the data registers, pulling a few results out at random.

          “1,3,7-Trimethylxanthine, Triacylglycerols, Chlorogenic acids, Mannose, Galactose, Arabinose…” 

          Trailing off with a smile, Connor tilts his head, gently pushing the coffee forward. “The sample size I require is incredibly minute. I’m afraid you wasted your money on me. However, I can assure you the barista isn’t trying to poison us.”