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zireaal.
give this a like to plot.
anyway fanboys can cry all they want the only ship for ci.ri in the game is cery.s an cra.ite
@worldwell // gróa.
the snow’s taken a turn for the worse, whipping a harsh, cold wind against her cheeks and against the tips of her bared fingers. her breath plumes in front of her face with every quiet passing moment, and the more she stumbles and drags her feet from one side of the iced path and up into the mountains, the colder it’s starting to feel underfoot.
( she won’t stop until she finds somewhere safe. until the wiId hunt move on to the next isle, or back to novigrad, or -- or anywhere away from the people of the villages. she won’t let them hurt them again. it’s a hard thing, coming to terms with the fact that if she stays in one place for too long, she puts more and more people at risk. she won’t stop, but the chatter in her teeth and the slight cracking of lips tells her she’s going to have to soon. )
it’s only the soft flicker of orange light that looks more like a blur than anything else through the flurry of snow that’s storming down that makes her pause. ( there’s a fire burning in the hut, and she knows it’s dangerous, and she knows it’ll cause more harm than good, but if she only stays for long enough so she can regain feeling in her fingers, then it’s worth it. )
she tries the door knob -- surprisingly unlocked, like a strange majority of huts off the mainland -- and takes straight to the fire.
witch.er: hey so if u click this dialogue option u can canonically present ci.ri as a woman-preferring wlw
witch.er 2 seconds later: hey so if u click this dialogue option u can fuck a dude in the stables
THIS IS MY STORY, NOT YOURS. YOU MUST LET ME FINISH TELLING IT.
let’s talk about how gnarly ci.ri’s scar is tho i’m talking thor.unn from viki,ngs gnarly
‘you’re talking about grief.’
meme.
it’s a rare, quiet moment that seems far too surreal for the way the ice has cleared and the sun begins to set over the mountains at kaer morhen. for now, she is exhausted. there are aches in every joint, a sharp sting in the side of her rib and a handful more scars that are still unaccounted for. ( she thinks it must be when she ducked, or when she hauled herself across the courtyard because there’s no way she’ll sit back and watch people she cares about die for her. because of her. )
she expected everything to be better when she found geraIt – and she knows it was foolish. naive. she knows now that when she looks back at it – hauling herself away from the crones and wading through the bog to find any semblance of safety in velen, then cursing herself with whoreson jr’s supposed help when she breached the gates of novigrad – that it’s not enough to just find him again. she knows now that it was something of a childish wish.
( they’re not going to stop coming for me. everywhere i go, i bring destruction and pain and hurt and people die because they had the unfortunate luck of meeting me. )
but at the same time, geraIt is here, with his unchanging, stoic quietness that she’s only grown used to and comfortable around. ( she hears him mostly in the clinks of metal buckles against his shoulders and the soft, quiet padding of steps as he silently approaches her. she won’t run, not anymore, whether it be from geraIt or from the hunt itself. i will no longer watch those i love die because of me. for me. the wild hunt will never stop coming. )
she blinks away at the residual burning of tears in her eyes, and turns over the necklace that sits heavy in her palm. she knows, now, all too well and with a sharp keenness that still hangs over her head like the inevitable she’s been running from, that in war, there are casualties. but a casualty is the slice of metal sliding up the side of her right cheek and carving a deep chunk into her skin, not watching those she loves die for this. it’s not right. it’s not fair, and it’s not –
i won’t flee anymore.
‘call it what you will, geraIt, but i won’t watch anyone else i love die because of me.’
the necklace is turned over once more, and her thumb traces over its face. her mind’s made up – she’s sick of running out of time and running into danger.
STRANGER THINGS SENTENCE MEME
episode 001-004.
‘something’s coming. something hungry for blood.’
‘wait a minute. did you hear that?’
‘we’re in deep shit!’
‘don’t be a pussy!’
‘just twenty more minutes!’
'yeah, she’s turning into a real jerk.’
‘the cause of the power outage is still unknown.’
‘he came home last night, right?’
‘that’s disgusting.’
‘do it, freak!’
‘it’s like you have superpowers or something.’
‘we just made out a couple times.’
‘i’ll climb through your window. she won’t even know i’m there.’
‘mornings are for coffee and contemplation.’
‘he’s not like that. he wouldn’t do that.’
‘the entire east wing will be evacuated within the hour.’
‘she can’t have gone far.’
‘you think you can steal from me, boy?!’
‘this isn’t some lord of the rings book.’
‘do i make myself clear?’
‘is that why you ran away?’
‘you gotta answer a few of my questions first.’
‘all i know is that she’s scared to death.’
‘you think we got a problem here?’
‘we should be helping look for him.’
‘i always had a distaste for science.’
‘i always figured there was enough going on down here, i never needed to look elsewhere.’
‘this is crazy.’
‘smile looks good on you.’
‘we’re not going back.’
‘i know i haven’t been there for you.’
‘i don’t even barely know what’s going on with you.’
‘i should’ve been there for him.’
‘this was not your fault.’
‘do you guys hear that?’
‘is that blood?’
‘you’re freaking her out!’
‘this is mental.’
‘she’s probably a psycho.’
‘and tomorrow night, we go back out.’
‘hey, um… i never asked your name.’
‘i can’t eat.’
‘you can’t get like this, okay?’
‘we’ve been waiting six hours.’
‘we’ve been searching all night.’
‘he was scared.’
‘if he sees the cops, he’ll think he’s in trouble. he’ll hide.’
‘he’s good at hiding.’
‘cops are good at finding.’
‘you’re in trouble, aren’t you?’
‘they want to hurt you? the bad people?’
‘just stay here, okay? stay here.’
‘what do you say? are you in or out?’
‘oh god… that’s depressing.’
‘i just wanted to say, you know, um… i’m sorry about everything. everyone’s thinking about you.’
‘he’s a smart kid.’
‘all that matters is, after school, the freak will be back in the loony bin, and we can focus on what really matters.’
‘pretty.’
‘just trust me, okay?’
‘i’m so sick of your excuses.’
‘he’s not coming, is he?’
‘you shouldn’t like things because people tell you you’re supposed to.’
‘i don’t know where my boy is. he’s gone.’
‘did you see him? last night? on the road?’
‘i’m not mad at you.’
‘is everything okay?’
‘promise.’
‘i need you alive for the next few days, at least.’
‘missing kid, suicide… you must feel like a big city cop again, huh?’
‘are you out of your mind?!’
‘i think she knows what happened to him.’
‘do you know where he is?!’
‘stop it! you’re scaring her!’
‘that boy was never very good at taking care of himself.’
‘why am i just hearing about this?’
‘it’d be super weird if i’m not there…’
‘it’s just a loud noise. it’s okay.’
‘they won’t tell anyone about you. they promise.’
‘we wouldn’t have upset you if we knew you had superpowers.’
‘what is “friend”?’
‘you promised that you’d go.’
‘we’re gonna have a great time.’
‘he just wants to get into your pants…’
‘make sure i don’t get drunk and do anything stupid.’
‘you ever feel cursed?’
‘hey, come back inside.’
‘you are a cliché, you do realise that?’
‘yeah, she’s smart, you douche!’
‘you’re bleeding.’
‘just go ahead and go home, okay?’
‘jesus, you scared me!’
‘i didn’t think it’d be a big deal.’
‘you can talk to me.’
‘nothing happened.’
‘you need to stop this, okay?’
‘people are looking for him and they’re going to find him.’
‘can you just try and get some sleep? can you do that for me?’
‘you seriously think that the weirdo knows where he is?’
‘if there is something out there, i’m gonna shoot it in the eye - and blind it.’
‘use your powers, okay?’
‘if you get hungry, eat his snacks, okay?’
‘i know the kid’s not in there, but i gotta check off this box.’
‘no one breaks in here. certainly not some kid.’
‘who’s in charge here?’
‘science doesn’t make any damn sense to me.’
‘i seriously have no idea who you’re talking about.’
‘he’s in danger.’
‘he’s dead.’
‘i’m a dick.’
‘he must really have something to hide.’
‘yeah, this isn’t creepy at all.’
‘this is called stalking.’
‘that’s the thing about perverts. it’s hard-wired into them. you know, they just can’t help themselves.’
‘maybe she freaked out when you went all psycho on the psycho.’
'why did they hurt you?’
‘friends tell the truth.’
‘i understand.’
‘tell me what to do.’
‘i think something happened. something terrible.’
‘this is CIA-sanctioned research.’
‘i’m not saying that there’s some grand conspiracy. i’m just saying maybe something happened.’
‘maybe he was in the wrong place at the wrong time and he saw something that he shouldn’t have.’
‘hiding.’
‘don’t waste your time with her.’
‘we are not calling the cops!’
‘please tell me it’s not the kid.’
‘you were supposed to help us find him alive.’
‘why did you lie to us?’
‘what is wrong with you?’
‘whoever you found is not my boy.’
he was hiding from that thing.’
‘you’ve gotta stop this…’
‘you’re talking about grief.’
‘i swear to you, i know what i saw. and i’m not crazy.’
‘i’m not saying that you’re crazy.’
‘i need you to believe me.’
‘i want you to try and get some sleep, if you can.’
‘can you please stop that?’
‘i thought we were friends, you know? but friends tell each other the truth.’
‘you hurt me.’
‘are you sure you’re gonna be alright here by yourself?’
‘screw his funeral!’
‘yeah, okay, but why didn’t you just talk to me? that’s crazy.’
‘i don’t know… i was scared.’
‘my parents are gonna murder me!’
‘this is not an okay time for you to shut down.’
‘maybe he’s haunting us.’
‘he’s out there somewhere. all we have to do is find him.’
‘you look pretty good.’
‘we just talked.’
‘the troopers are on duty and you should be safe because we think this is just an isolated incident.’
‘remember, if anyone sees us, look sad.’
‘do you think you can open it?’
‘abort.’
‘she’s missing and something terrible happened to her. i know it! and no one is listening to me!’
‘just leave me alone!’
‘pull me out! pull me out!’
‘what? who is interested in this? this is so stupid.’
‘mouth-breather.’
‘i think that’s a real messed up thing to do.’
‘grief shows itself in funny ways.’
‘i shouldn’t have come here today.’
‘she’s smart. she’s real smart.’
so why are you lying to me, man?’
‘what’s your problem, bud?’
‘stick your nose someplace else.’
‘thanks for ruining the game, dick.’
‘you’re gonna get us both killed!’
‘she’ll find him.’
‘i need you to find him.’
‘hurt him?’
‘i i guess i’d rather observe people than, you know…’
‘jesus, the hell happened?’
@silversteeled: This is me every time I see geraIt x c/iri art.
i thought that was the worst thing in this fandom but i’ve... i’ve seen some shit
@cigydd: dad voice : bless every single one of these posts
all good dads support their daughters’ salty posts
no kings among wolves these have one…
also me seeing h*ntai in ciri’s tag:
y'all: shipping cir/i x avaIIac’h
me:
bioterrorizing.
A brow raises when silence blossoms between them; noting the distant look in her gaze, he respects it. Shoves his hands down his pockets and rocks back onto his heels, tilting his head but a fraction, “orions?” That brings forth a smile.
“You kidding? Because it would be seriously awesome if you weren’t. Next you’re gonna tell me a story about honor and redemption, maybe throw in some of that ninja zeal?“ Peals of laughter fall effortlessly from his light tone, clearly amused at the mental picture he painted for himself. “Waitwaitwait, you got some secret, all encompassing mythical blade or something like that?”
‘-- you should know that i don’t take well to being mocked.’
the tone leaves space for ambiguity, and the memory of what bristles her when geralt and vesimir treat her like she’s still a child, or like her footwork’s still one beat out of perfect and her sword arches a little too high when she parries. (his guesses aren’t far off, whether they’re in jest or not; it may not be a mythical blade she’s been smuggling through nilfgaard and across the skellige isles, but the blood in her very own veins. and as far as honour goes, there’s only one who comes to mind. geralt.)
‘not exactly. i’m a witcher, not a ninja.’
give this a like to plot.
WITH CONFIDENCE, YOU HAVE WON BEFORE YOU HAVE STARTED.