Do I look like a dairy maid to you?

❝ There are times when a woman should simply not explain her decision. That goes doubly for sorceresses. ❞ Royal Advisor to His Higness Foltest, King of Temeria, Member of the Lodge, Witch of Midcopse... Keira Metz of Carreras as loved and written by - HEX -

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Hello! This is an independent rp blog dedicated to Keira Metz from the Witcher, based on the books, TW3 game and - very heavily - personal headcanons. Feel free to look around. I’m Hex, I’m doing PhD, so activity is rather low sometimes. 

You can also find me on: zaklinacz (mumu) | antarsgimsenis (Aiden) | vvitez (Coen)

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the blog is officially an archive. you can find me on szeptvcha.

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« KEIRA TOOK A STEP BACK, swayed her hips and punched him in the face with all her strength. The sorcerer’s head jerked backwards so hard that for a moment Geralt thought it would be torn from his trunk. Terranova lolled in the arms of the men holding him, blood streaming from his nose and mouth. The sorceress didn’t strike him a second time, though her fist was raised. The Witcher saw the flash of brass knuckles on her fingers. He wasn’t surprised. Keira was very lightly built, and a blow like that couldn’t have been dealt with a bare fist. »

Keira Metz of Carreras. Witch of Midcopse.

As written by HEX

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Hello crowd, we are going to move soon to a new blog and I hope you're just excited as I am. Stay tuned.

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*whispers* Smol starter call with 3 slots? Anyone? 

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// maybe I should just remake? but I am not entirely sure ;; but yeah heah, my grandparents are better and I do not feel so overwhelmed with everything. Nice to see you all again.

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// im having lots of personal problems rn (especially that my grandparents got infected with covid) but I will be slowly coming back. As always. I just need a tiny bit of, you know, mental stability.

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// the only valid witcher show is Hexer, change my mind

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❥     𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂    ]   .

headcanon prompts with questions based on plants   &   what they represent in flower language .  happy roleplaying !!  ♡

abatina :   is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time   (   due to becoming more educated on the topic ,   certain experiences  ,   etc .   ) ,    or that they   would   change their mind about under certain circumstances ?  

acanthus :   is your muse deceptive ,   or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ?   why or why not ?   

aloe :   how does your muse handle grief ?

amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?   how do they express that pride ?   

anemone :   how does your muse view the world ;   as a cruel   &   unforgiving place ,   a land full of wonders ,   or something in - between ?  where does that world view come from   (   what experiences ,   life lessons ,   etc .   ) ?  

angelica :   where does your muse draw inspiration in life ?   what motivates them ?

apple blossom :   how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?  

bachelor’s button :   does your muse actively seek romantic companionship ,   or cherish the liberties of being single ? 

basil :   does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?

bay tree :   does your muse seek glory   &   accolades ,   or do they favour a simpler ,   more personal life ?  

begonia :   how cautious is your muse ?   are they prone to noticing red flags ,   or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ?   why or why not ?  

belladonna :   how does your muse respond to silence ?   do they take comfort in soundlessness ,   or seek to fill the void with noise ?   

bluebell :   does your muse learn from their past ,   or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?  

carnation :   what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ?   how do they express or not express this relationship ?  

chamomile :   what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?   are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?  

chrysanthemum :   how does your muse express romantic love ?  how do they feel about love as a concept ?  

daffodil :   is your muse one to be loyal in relationships ,   or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?

daisy :   did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ?   what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?  

edelweiss :   what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ?  are they known to be courageous from then on ?  

fern :   does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces ,   or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?  

forget - me - not :   has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ?   are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?  

gardenia :   is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on ,   or to conceal them for long periods of time ?  

gladiolus :   describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .

goldenrod :   does your muse believe in luck or fortune ?  why or why not ?   where do they believe these things come from ?  

heliotrope :   does your muse believe in soulmates ?

hibiscus :   how does your muse view the gentler ,   daintier things in life ?   as things worth preserving   &   caring for ,   or things only bound to wither   &   disappear ?  

holly :   how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ?  are they aware of it ?   do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?  

hollyhock :   how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ?  what’s something they strive for in life ?  

hyacinth :   is your muse athletic ?   does it come naturally to them ,   or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?  

hydrangea :   how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ?  are they prone to being misunderstood ?

iris :   if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind ,   what would it be ?  

ivy :   what are your muse’s views on marriage ?   do they believe it is something strictly for love ,   or an institution rooted in business   &   social benefits ?   do they desire or have they desired to be married ?

lavender :   how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ?  once their trust is broken ,   how might one go about mending it ?  

lilac :   what was your muse’s childhood like ?   how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ? 

lily :   how does your muse view their mother ?  

lotus :   has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ?  have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start ,   or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?  

magnolia :   describe your muse’s relationship with nature   &   the natural world .  

marigold :   is your muse prone to jealousy ?  how might they handle envious feelings ?  

mint :   does your muse view themself as virtuous   &   moral ?  what do these words mean to them ?

nasturtium :   describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace ,   or homeland .  

oak :   who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?  

pansy :   does your muse often reflect on their own actions ?   do they ever think a lot about the past ,   and what they could have done differently ?

parsley :   describe a holiday your muse enjoys ,   and why they enjoy it .

peony :   what would a   ‘  happy life  ’   look like in your muse’s eyes ?

poppy :   what comforts your muse ?

rhododendron :   is your muse receptive to warnings   &   advice given by others ?

rose :   how much does your muse value other people ?   do they wish to have many friends ,   lovers ,   and/or associates ?   are they an easy person to love ?

sage :   what is your muse’s legacy ?   what do they want to be remembered for   &   what might they actually be remembered for ?  

salvia :   is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ?  how do they express that possessiveness ,   or lack thereof ? 

snapdragon :   is your muse merciful ?  why or why not ?

southernwood :   how seriously does your muse take themself ?   do they prefer a solemn   &   intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes   &   banter ?  

sunflower :   what brings your muse the most joy in life ?  

tulip :   how does your muse view people in general ?  

violet :   how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

willow :   how does your muse handle sadness   &   depression ?

zinnia :   how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ?   has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?

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psa. let people unfollow you. let people soft block you. don’t harass them. don’t vague. don’t demand to know why they did it. don’t sit and watch their blog. too many times i’ve heard from mutuals who are too worried about the reactions of others that they haven’t followed bc it’s easier to just let it be than rock the boat. that isn’t okay. people shouldn’t be fearful of your reactions. let people unfollow and block you without worry of being vagued or harassed. 

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starlyht​:

@znachorkaa​​​  /  sc.  🐑

reverence in her eyes as she regarded the older sorceress.  very quietly,  she said,  “i’m sure,  i KNOW you’ve been through too much.”  but her eyes were intent and hopeful as gems,  illustrious and bright as stars in a dark sky.  

(she knew well enough of king foltest’s one-time adviser who was now,  like her,  nothing.    —–   well,   neither of them were nothing.   keira was nothing to good king foltest,  and lara was nothing to the good witch hunters.)  

“but,   you know….”    god,   GOD,     don’t fuck this up.   she moved with nervous energy,   running fingers back through dyed streaks of hair beneath her hood.    a childish hopefulness perhaps in dark eyes.    “you were in velen a while,   right?”   

Keira looked at Lara with a strange glint in her eyes. She squinted, letting her hand play with the heavy beads of amber tangled on her neck, the wariness visible and almost electrifying the air. There was something close to familiarity between her and Lara, a connection, perhaps, in the shared despair. Lara’s eyes were like embers - cinders hot enough to start a fire - and Keira inclined to hear the other better.

She was through much. Escaping death lurking at every corner in the form of Witch Hunters proved to be a challenging sport. As every other sorceress, Keira was, indeed, nothing. Another witch to burn on the stake to the joy of the angry rabble, a statistic rather than a separate number.

No-name. The object meant to be purged.

❝ I was. ❞  She replied, her eyes judging and distant. Keira didn’t know how much trust she could show and if she was keen on giving that trust just because. ❝ ... For some time. ❞

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tempred​:

upon the admission that preserved would satisfy her just as well,   rette immediately goes to fetch it from a back shelf.   the house is small enough that she can hear the rest of the conversation even though she does stray.   ❝ that sounds lovely.   i may have to try that when the mood strikes. ❞

she returns shortly with a decently sized jar of the jam that was requested.   preserved beautifully and a ribbon tied at the thinner part of the jar where it meets lid.   ❝ i was   —  tryin’ to gather ingredients to ward off a curse from returnin’.    for a friend,   of course,  not myself.   though i have found that i am far to unlearned in the subject.   it may not even be somethin’ that i am capable of.   and the solution to it evades me.  ❞

perhaps if she  …   claimed it were for another without divulging her own secrets,   she could get some help.   most were not fond of those who had such dark pasts,   secrets held clutched to chest.   

The sorceress smiles just a bit. The jar looks exceptionally pretty, a small thing but somehow makes Keira this ounce warmer. She likes pretty things and even if it’s a simple jar with a ribbon, it feels more like a gift.

She squints slightly, her eyes wandering from the jar back to Rette’s face. She gives her an examining look, turning a deaf ear for this emphasis on the words claiming it was not Rette who wanted to make herself secure. If the woman wants to keep her secrets as they are, so be it. The sorceress tapped her fingers on a wooden table and propped her chin on the other hand. Her head fell to the side as she observed Rette, her eyes curious.

❝ Warding off a curse is not an easy thing ❞ she starts, licking her lips. ❝ Firstly, because curses are naturally cruel things. Their sole intention is to make the other suffer, no matter if from something they had unpleasantness to see, something they did, or if they inflicted pain to someone. It’s powerful magic, primal and the most basic one, something that people lacking magical potential can do if put on the edge. Secondly, there are various types of curses and some are more tied and more complicated than the others… So. What is your… friend’s case? ❞

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zagubionywilk​:

                >> ⚔️ <<                             ❝          KERIA    ———–    please sit down.   your armor is the only thing keeping your innards    inside you    right now.    a bottle of swallow wouldn’t help this whole wound right now.    please,    let me see   .  .        ❞           he wrings his hands,    nervous and worried for the witcheress’ well    -    being before anything further happened that could not be fixed.

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❝ ‘s not that bad. ❞ Her voice contradicts her words. It is strained to the point where she barely can utter anything else, teeth gritted so hard as the pain verges on the border of being unbearable. Who would have thought that this leshen gets her as badly? 

Keira can feel the blood sipping between her clutched fingers, the thought of getting her hand away from the cut on her side almost setting a primitive panic in her mind. The witcheress swallows hard, knowing well enough that potions make her face even paler than just loss of the blood, but she tries her best to keep still. ❝ ... Got me… That bastard... ❞.

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I’ve never belonged anywhere I’m always just in between

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fechmistrz​:

He is, for lack of a better word, confused. Trying to find an answer in her eyes proves futile, as the sorceress doesn’t seem intent on giving Lambert what he wants easily. The usual smirk on his face gave in to genuine concern. And they say he is terrible.

❝ … hey. Look at me. ❞ His voice is low, almost hoarse. A gloved hand attempts comforting by resting on her arm & giving it a consoling rub. ❝ Do you wanna … talk about it? There something I should … know, maybe? ❞

It is even harder to speak and explain emotions when she, all in all, does not know how to place them. They are almost like hunger - vicious and consuming - and Keira feels something close to dread creeping through her gullet. She almost regrets opening her mouth.

The hand on her shoulder does not help. The sorceress sighs - the breath comes out shaken and shallow - as she looks up at Lambert. Does she trust him enough - does she trust him yet - to have this conversation? She can’t tell. Her hand moves, gently tracing the clasp of Lambert’s leather glove, feeling almost sharp edge.

❝ I don’t know. ❞ Keira replies gently, the corners of her lips almost raising with an attempt of a smile. ❝ Sometimes I feel like everything I’ve done for a greater purpose - the measures I’ve taken - were greater than the prize I aimed for. Sometimes, this… This regret feels like a force. Like I couldn’t find the real me in all that façade I had created for myself. ❞

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cicatriiz​:

// plotted starter for Witcheress!Keira - @znachorkaa​ //

Eskel had always thought Keira good company. She had her moments, of course, stubborn and critical as she was, but he did have a certain soft spot for her.

The young witcheress had a keen mind and a sharp wit that he admired, and as it stood he’d never met another living being who shared her sheer tenacity and hunger for knowledge. Eskel remembered the many times she’d snuck into the library at night, not wanting to put the dusty old tomes down, and gotten a thrashing in the morning when she was too tired to train properly. Those days were long past, of course, but he looked back on them with fondness.

Winters at Kaer Morhen were long and cold, but there was never a lack of warmth in the camaraderie of his brothers - and sister. It was early in the season, however, and the old keep was quiet. Eskel took the opportunity to browse the shelves of the ancient library, pulling out a few volumes he thought might interest him - pausing as he heard footsteps approaching. He knew who it was in an instant, turning to face her as he spoke.

“Hey, Pup.” His voice was soft and familiar as he greeted Keira, a lopsided smile growing across his face. “Looking for something? Don’t think there’s a single book in this whole keep you haven’t read at least twice.”

If there was something Keira loved in Kaer Morhen, it was the library. The old Witcher Keep was a place she rather associated with torment and despair than something close to home. Sometimes, the wind howling in the cavities in the old stony walls reminded her all too well about the trials and the screams they provided. What made her endure all those mutations? Maybe it was just the fact that she was a woman and they used a different set of mutagens. Maybe it was just a matter of sheer stupid luck. 

Old habits die hard and even if Keira was walking the path for years now, the Kear Morhen’s library still sang alluring songs to her, trapping her for hours in its vast chambers. The bright beams of morning winter Sun had been the first ones to tell the young witcheress that she yet spent another night, curled up on the battered armchair, with a book safely propped on her stomach. It hasn’t changed much since her training.

She came back for wintering quite early this year. There were no lucrative contracts on her way, so the most reasonable thing to do was to slowly direct her next steps towards Keadwen and the mountains. She needed a break, her horse Jasper needed it as well. There had been a small pang of anxiety that she wouldn’t see all of her brothers this winter as she crossed the gate, but she did not give it much attention. 

Path never forgives even the smallest mistakes.

❝ Told you not to call me that ! ❞ She said, but a huge grin on her face didn’t match her words. She placed her hands on her hips and cocked her head to the side. Freshly bathed, Keira’s hair was still wet and  it reached almost to her knees. She will ask Eskel later to cut it for her, it was getting too long and too hard to tame.  ❝ And I could say the very same about you, Wolf. This library holds secrets and I always find something new to read. Or something I don't quite remember reading… ❞

Of course, he heard her approaching. Witcher senses were sometimes overwhelming if you couldn’t tame them properly, but she was easy to distinguish - light almost like a feather, her footsteps were soft and careful and - even in full armour - she was the lightest from them all. Keira looked up, meeting the golden gaze of her brother. She smiled, the scar crossing her chin and lips up to the left corner of her left eye stretched with the smile as well. 

❝ What are you looking for, hm, hm? Maybe I could help you. As you said, I’ve read all the books at least twice. ❞

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hvadeina​:

Helma finds herself, for the first time with a consistent supply of money and food. She keeps to herself, away from things that want her dead. It includes large towns, other Witchers, and sorceresses. The last of these things Helma currently keeps company with from time to time.

“You have the ability to speak with the dead,” it is not a question. Helma grunts, shifts uncomfortably. Some things are not meant to be done, but that does not stop the She-Bear from asking. “What would it cost of you if I were to request it?”

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Keira never shuns from the company of interesting people, no matter if witchers or other sorcerers. She is self-interested, of course, looking for things to gain in every connection she has, but sometimes - just as it is in Helma’s case - the sentiment is verging on the possibility of building a mutually beneficial acquaintance.

The sorceress turns back to the witcheress, her yellow eyes vivid in the scarce light of the oil lamp, flashy in comparison to blue eyes of Helma. Keira’s face twists as if she saw a rodent roaming around her cottage and she approaches the table.

❝ If you’re suggesting that I do know how to perform necromancy, I can assure that, in theory, yes. I can count people I’d sink so low to do it for on my one hand and you are not one of them. However, I do have an item that can… Give you a glimpse of that. ❞ Keira pursed her lips. ❝ The Lamp allows to see and hear the ghosts, but it does not allow anyone to talk to them per se. It’s more of watching a very sad memory of someone dying. ❞ The sorceress smiles a bit, lanula on her band clicking. ❝ ... And not every place has ghosts to begin with. ❞