#sodden

[ehay]

[comfortingcatharsis]

A character in desperate need of warm, dry clothing struggling to undress themselves- fingers clumsy with cold fumbling at buttons and laces and fasteners; wet or muddy or ice-encrusted fabric clinging and tangling and resisting efforts to pull it off; quaking shivers destroying the necessary coordination to free theirself of successive layers, and the entire process getting progressively harder the longer it takes and the longer they're stuck in cold, wet, heat-leeching clothing.

[wardrobeoftime]

The Witcher + Costumes

Princess Cirilla "Ciri" of Cintra's brown & golden doublet and pantskirt in Season 01, Episode 01-08 & Season 02, Episode 01.

// requested by @ari1027nicole-blog

[eterna4est]

found this design I made last March for my sad looking sponge shoyru, Sodden

[windflowerofskellige]

I'm reading Baptism of Fire and I REALLY need to know. Where is Ciri's claim to sodden? When Milva's discussing the rumours about her being in Nilfgaard and whatnot she talks about how Ciri will be her lady and it's land that will be granted in her dowry. However I can't seem to figure out where this "duchess of Sodden" claimant title comes from? And even if she were a duchess of sodden it wouldn't make sodden part of the empire because sodden is ruled by Foltest through being the son of Sancia, sister of Ekkehard of Sodden who was ruling sodden until his passing. So like? Any Ciri scholars got any ideas because as a Temerian scholar i am stumped.

[ormakona]

Foltest was the king of Temeria, prince of Sodden, sovereign of Pontaria and Mahakam as well as the senior protector of Brugge and Ellander. He was the son of King Medell and Queen Sancia of Sodden, making him a member of the Temerian Dynasty.

[astaticworld]

sometimes i remember that scene of yennefer at sodden using the last of her chaos and she is grotesque. there’s blood and snot and tears and viscera fucking everywhere and it kicks ass because it shows that magic is not effortless and that sometimes saving people is not pretty. no divine savior complex, no ethereal beauty in the midst of the battle. blood and effort and focus to do what needs to be done.

[theartofpoetry-ah]

Sodden eyes, sodden hair, sodden lips of despair.

No more looks on awakening.

No more head upon your chest.

Just a clouded mind, lined with distress.

Sodden looks, sodden smiles, sodden truths that last a while.

Agony of the soul.

Empress of my heart.

Livid, listless, lushes art.

Flowers are planted.

Slowly in bloom.

Only a whisper.

Silence that looms and words that crept.

Too close to take a breath.

A painted smile, a modest touch.

The warmth in a rosy blush.

Words spoken softly like honey dew, a slow slough to the blue of the moon.

Sodden cheeks, a sodden tongue, a taste so bitter, the air stuck in her lungs.

~AH