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wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  DEAN && YENNEFER

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DEAN NODDED, TAKING IN HER WORDS.  the idea of instinct magic always scared him, even though it had existed in his world too.  The only time he’d felt at home with it was the brief time he’d worked with Ollivander at the wand shop before he’d left town.  Carving while imbuing magic into the wands had been a relief, not something scary.  He walked over to one of the displays, eyes roving over it.  ❝ I’m not quite sure what I’m looking for exactly.  The focus of the piece overall is different forms of magic.  Wand work, runes, plant work, potions, the likes. ❞

HE HESTITATED AS HE GAZED OVER A CLEAR-ISH LOOKING CRYSTAL before moving past it.  ❝ I suppose I want to find something fairly neutral since I’ll be incorporating other bits of magic as well.  All of it will be fairly neutral. ❞  He’d hate if he put it all together and it exploded, especially if it was around kids.  ❝ If I’m being honest, this is all new to me.  These magic types, but also working in three-dimensional art. ❞

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Circling the displays, Yennefer took a mental note of a few things that fit his criteria. Things like this were child’s play to her. This job was exceedingly less challenging than the one she had before. Despite that, she still worked to do her best, fake customer service grin and all. The last thing she needed on her plate right now was her boss telling her off for messing something up.

“Perfectly understandable. Some of it is quite new to me as well. I’m not exactly from around here. And who would I be to disrupt someone’s creative vision?” she settled on two stones, and held them in her hands, extending her arms so that he could see better. “Black tourmaline on the left. Its grounding, relatively neutral, and shouldn’t interfere with anything. On the right, red jasper, which should help with creativity and the like-- if you're one to believe in things like that. And there on the shelf are clear quartz and selenite, quite basic, but excellent at amplifying any other sort of magic you have going.”

shallowmagics​:

— *•̩̩͙   l. & samwise gamgee  •̩̩͙* —

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Laurie nodded, hoping she wasn’t coming across as too nervous. They had never owned houseplants, or even pets before. They would have been too much of a hassle with how much she and her pack moved. The whole ordeal was exciting, like a right of passage into becoming independent. Get an apartment, buy a plant, among other things. 

“Oh, well if it’s pretty and easy to care for I wouldn’t mind something that flowers. But maybe just something with different colors then? They don’t have to be fancy either,” She added quickly, a new thought of being too demanding suddenly sticking in her head. 

They paused. Hours at the vet had been hard to come by lately, but she still wasn’t home enough to warrant something that needed to be cared for constantly. “I work about four days a week, it’ll probably go up to five in the spring. There’s this big window in my bedroom area so if I could just it in that patch of sunlight all day while I’m working, that would be great.”

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There was something indescribable about the person before him. They reminded him of someone, the someone that danced on the edge of his mind and only showed herself in a mess of golden curls. The feeling was recognizable as the same he felt when speaking to Zelda, but he couldn’t make sense of either. He let the train of thought go for the time being.

“I’m sure I could work out something perfect for you, then … sorry, I don’t think I caught your name.” He was smiling, Sam was always smiling. “Right, I can certainly work with that. Give me a moment to get a few choices out for you.”

A few laps around the shop later, Sam had lined up a few candidates on the register counter. They varied in shape and size: one was a string of pearls plant, beside it a peperomia, an asparagus fern, and African violets. “Anything catch your eye? If not I can keep looking for you.”

shallowmagics​:

— *•̩̩͙   c. & yennefer wilczynski  •̩̩͙* —

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At first, Ciri had been… hesitant about trusting others. In the span of a single night everyone she had ever loved was stolen from her. All that had been afforded to her was fear and the knowledge that some mysterious man would help her. Then she had Dara. Then came Geralt, Vesemir, Lambert, Yennefer. People she loved and in turn, loved her. 

She shut her eyes as Yenn kissed her forehead, wanting to stay in the moment forever. Calanthe had loved her, of that Ciri had no doubts about, but not like Yenn. Calanthe was blood and fire, who gave hugs hard enough to bruise only when Ciri was truly in need. Yennefer was soft touches and let Ciri hold her close, didn’t comment when tears would eventually bead upon her lashes.

A quick nod, going to collect her gym bag from where it was forgotten on the ground. She didn’t want to stray too far from Yennefer, not when she had just gotten her mother back. “There’s a woman- Tano- she owns the-” Not an inn, what was the equivalent here? “-I don’t know what it’s called. It’s where they put people who don’t have anywhere else to go. I’ve been there about two weeks.”

She readjusted her bag. “If you have the room for it.”

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It was an extraordinary relief, having Ciri back. It felt like fitting the final piece of a puzzle in place. Yennefer watched her as she went for her bag, taking in every little difference from the last time she had seen her. The mage had lived an extraordinarily long time, and had seen many beauties in her day, but nobody rivalled the radiance of her Ciri. Nobody ever could. 

“If I have room for it? What a ridiculous thing to say. Did you leave your sense back on The Continent, cub?” Her words were light, teasing, in a way she hadn’t spoken for a long time. She held out her hand for Ciri to take, “Come, lets get your things from the not-an-inn, then you can settle in with me. I happen to have an empty guest bedroom which I think will work perfectly.”

There was very little Yennefer wouldn’t do for Ciri. As any mother, she had made her fair share of mistakes in the past, but she worked to ensure she wouldn’t slip up with her ever again. “You’ve been well, I hope?”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  REMUS && SAMWISE

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REMUS FELT RELIEF WITH THE MAN.  he wasn’t asking many questions, and was willing to help him through this.  Remus was more worried about the potion part of the wolfsbane than the plant upkeep.  He’d always been better at herbology than potions.  But raising plants on your own wasn’t the same as being walked through the steps by a professor.  

HE GAVE THE MAN A SMALL, THANKFUL SMILE.  ❝ i’d really appreciate that.  I don’t want to jip you out of your money or plants though.  If I kill them, I’m happy to buy new ones. ❞  He carefully ran his fingers around the pot of the wolfsbane plants.  It was strange, being reliant on a poison to help him.  He watched the valerian plant get placed down as well.   ❝ Really.  I really really appreciate it.  I don’t have a brown thumb, but I’ve heard mint can be a temperamental plant. ❞

TWO PLANTS HERE.  no price tags.  ❝ How much will it be for these two and say - the mint and sage this trip? ❞

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Generous as always, Sam shook his head a bit in a dismissive gesture. He had said it was for medical reasons, and a plant or two wasn’t going to cost him much at all. The Nursery was a decently popular place, after all.

“Ah, it's alright. I don’ mind it. ‘The world could always do with more good in it’ my old Gaffer used to say. Besides, it keeps the customers coming back, you know?” With a kind smile he began to make his way behind the counter. “It isn’t too temperamental if you know how to handle it correctly, you see. Alls it needs is room to branch out. It can get a bit out of hand if you aren’t careful. It likes to branch out all over.”

After a brief demonstration on how to handle each of the plants on the counter, Sam tidied up the bits of dirt that had escaped the pots. Dusting the mess into a small waste bin kept behind the counter, he looked the items over. He pressed a few buttons on the register before looking back at him. “Right, should be 36 even.”

ofmvoonlight​:

His heart sank, his walls did as well. And that was the weirdest part of it all because they never fell. Not even around Louisa. No because around her those walls just went higher. But the purple eyed beauty in front of him made everything shatter and fall. How could this be happening? And why didn’t he know who she was when she clearly looked at him in such a way? Strangers did not look at each other like that. And that made him feel like the worst person on this planet. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. Why? He did not know. But he felt bound to her. Like it was his duty to keep her heart safe. 

He should be asking the questions but instead all he could give was confused grunts and silence. He didn’t know what was going on and he didn’t know what criminal offense he had done to deserve such a bad case of karma. But whatever he had done in his past life must have been wretched. That was the only explaination as to why he felt so stuck between what was real and what was fake. 

“I-” he whispered and then reached his hand out, palm up as a way to invite her to hold him. “I am so sorry” now Geralt was never one to apologize. He wasn’t proud by any means but he was stubborn. When he felt like he had done nothing wrong, he would stand behind that even if it meant he would lose people. But around her he felt the need. What was happening to her was unfair, she did not deserve it.

Whatever that may be.

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For a brief moment, Yennefer wanted to scream at him, as if she would somehow knock his memory back into him by doing so. They had their fair share of shouting matches in the past– putting a hotheaded mage and a stubborn witcher in close proximity was bound to lead to such things. She knew this was different from all of those occasions, though, because at the end of those they would make up and move on, but this was… something else entirely. 

He had amnesia once before. That had been difficult (it would have been easier if a certain red haired sorceress hadn’t gotten involved, but she mattered little now). Yennefer was not there for the bulk of the experience, which made the idea of dealing with it now– all on her own– all the more nauseating. Seeing him like this was undoubtedly strange. He was so… quiet. It was like a brick wall laid between them. 

“Sorry,” Yennefer repeated. Her voice had gone quiet, level, trying to figure out what to do. She stared at the hand outstretched to her. Finally pulling her hand from her coat pocket, she flexed her fingers to dispel the remnants of Chaos; setting her jaw tight, she placed her hand atop his. The gesture was tense at first, as if she was reaching out to touch a hot stove, as if touching him could burn her. Her arm relaxed a bit a moment later. Her hands were clearly that of a mage, fingers long and delicate, a few calluses along the sides of them (something she paid close mind to, often using a carefully crafted hand cream which smelled of lilac and gooseberries).

Meeting his eyes at last, she sighed at the sight of him. No way forward was clear. She couldn't fix this. She hated not being able to fix things, especially when it came to Geralt. “Fuck,” she whispered, before speaking normally once again. “What am I going to do with you, Geralt of Rivia? What in the world am I supposed to do with you?” the woman cleared her throat. “You need something to call me by. Yennefer, that’s my name.”

ofmvoonlight​:

“Don’t be. I am used to it at this point. Does it suck that I have to get used to not having my freedom? Sure. But this is my life now” Zelda shrugged. It was draining, yes. But to be able to stand in front of the camera and pretend for just a couple of hours, it made everything worth it in the end. Zelda wanted to be a model and she wanted to be pretty big one at that. They wanted to leave an impact in the fashion world. And nothing like that could happen if all she did was stay hidden. 

“Oh you are too kind” they blushed and then giggled. “But yes I have known him for many years. It’s actually about damn time me and him are an official couple”

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Samwise felt her words ring true for himself. It had taken far too long for him to get the courage to ask Rosie to go out with him, and longer with Frodo. It was sort of strangely comforting to hear that he wasn't alone in that. 

“Ah it's not too kind. You deserve the compliment,” with a grin, he took a sip of his cappuccino, making a little bit of a face as the drink burnt his tongue. “You want to tell me about him— and oh, where are my manners, more about yourself?” He asked the question in the way a parent would their child, kind and curious.

⌘Yennefer and Jaskier⌘

@redainianbard

Yennefer was so over this week. With the whole Geralt situation pressing down on her like a lead weight, she was sick and tired of this stupid town, and wanted nothing more than to be able to make her escape. The nature of the town prevented her, and she hated the place for it. 

So she did the only thing she could manage, and kept going through the motions. Work, home, sleep, repeat. In her down time, she would do her best to make herself happy with the little things: watch the television, spend time with Ciri, and occasionally go for a drink when the girl was busy for the evening. 

It was one of those nights, she entered the local pub shortly after she had gotten off of work. A drink would do wonders for her aching heart. She had only been in the place long enough to order herself some sort of fruity concoction when she heard him. Singing filled the place. There was no mistaking who the owner was. She had dealt with it for decades now. Turning on her heel, black skirt flowing out around her knees, she looked round for him. 

Surely enough, he was making his way round the tables. She wanted to hate the display, she wanted to feel annoyed at his appearance, yet the only thing she felt was relief. If nothing else was normal, she could always count on Jaskier to be, well, himself. She met his eyes while he was giving his little performance, and offered a little smile. Yennefer approached him as soon as he finished; smirking, she raised an eyebrow. 

“Bard,” her voice was much less biting than it usually was, almost, nearly, affectionate.

ofmvoonlight​:

Love came and went, friendships ended and life was spilled. Guts, gore, broken hearts. That was the life Geralt of Rivia was used to. But Geralt from Sallow was a different story. Here he was nothing more than a farmer. His long milk white hair and amber eyes was the two things that made him stand out from the rest. It was like he had a target on his back and the most frustrating part? He didn't even know why he looked this way. He also didn't know why the darkness felt like home and why his hand felt so empty. Was he used to holding a heavy object? And why? Why did it feel like he was an imposter walking around pretending to be an ordinary man when he was nothing of the sort? 

His dreams only made his confusion ten times worse. Because every single night he heard the same voices, the same names and he saw the same movements. But he never saw their faces. Yet it felt like he was home for the first time in years. The happiest time he experienced was whenever he closed his eyes and fell into a fast and deep slumber. That was when his happiness washed over him. Relief was also an emotion that took over his senses whenever he heard those voices again. 

A woman, a man and a young girl. Every time he asked for their names, he heard mumbles. And every single time he tried to reach out he was met with nothing. Now Geralt wasn't someone who liked to be this confused and left in the dark fumbling to find a light source. He wanted to just yell at the world for making him this vulnerable. 

It made his love life worse as well. No one compared to the woman of his dreams. He tried with Louisa, he really did. But from the get go it felt like she was deceiving him. Used him. But what for? It actually hurt him to not feel appreciated or wanted. He wasn't someone who ran after people begging to be loved. He was usually content with being left alone in the cold. 

He woke up from his thoughts when he felt someone collide with him. "Maybe you should be the one watching where you are going?" he suggested. But when he heard her voice, her sweet voice, his heart soared. It's her. The woman from his dreams. But how? About to ask who she was and how she knew his name, he felt his body tense up. 

Letting out a low grunt, he placed his hands on her hips as a way to make some distance between them. "I do not know who you are. I apologize"

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Hands flexed and clenched to fists, Yennefer pulled them back hard and fast, not for anger at him specifically, but for fear of having an outburst. Staggering backwards a step, she felt the Chaos sparking between her fingertips, it was a rushing flood through her veins. Tiny flecks of purple light flickered on her hands, which she quickly jammed into the pockets of her coat. 

She, of course, had heard stories about what this town could do, but she had never considered what she would do if it affected her. At that moment she truly hated this place; a distaste was quickly morphing into loathing. It made a home in the back of her throat, making her feel sick. The choker round her neck felt like it was tightening with every second. 

The next thought to cross her mind was Ciri. How would she take this? Likely, not well. Geralt meant as much to her as he did to Yennefer. How was she supposed to look her daughter in the eyes and say that he didn’t know who she was. The idea of it only made her feel worse. 

“You mean… Please tell me you’re joking. Tell me you’re just mad at me and playing some stupid game, because I cant…”  violet eyes boring into him, she seemed desperate, and Yennefer was very rarely a desperate person “Geralt. Please.”

@ofmvoonlight yeah:)

THE WITCHER 3: Wild Hunt (2015)

⌘Yennefer + Geralt ⌘

for my love @ofmvoonlight

To say life had been hectic as of late would be an understatement. All of the previous spare time Yennefer had swiftly got taken up upon the appearance of Ciri— not that she was complaining about that. There was something about it that felt innately right, but it kept her much busier than she had been.

Though today, Ciri was at work, and Yennefer had the day all to herself. Her plan was simply to go out and see where the day took her, so after dressing in her ever-so-typical way, the mage made her way into town. It was cold out, but the sun was shining at the very least and her woolen coat kept her warm enough. The day was proving to be uneventful, nothing too out of the ordinary for this place.

Nothing, until she had left the library. Yenna had been distracted, frigid fingers already carding through one of the massive books she had checked out. Being caught up in the prose led her to ramming into someone much too hard, book slipping from her grasp. “Excuse me,” she sneered as she bent down to retrieve the book, speaking as if it hadn't been her fault to begin with. “Maybe you should watch where-- Geralt”

His name was reverie on her lips, as it always had been. The sight of him was overwhelming. Yennefer felt her heart might beat out of her chest any second.

“Geralt, witcher, what in Meletele’s name are you doing here?Oh I'm so delighted to see you.” Arms looped around his neck, a difficult task due to the difference in height between them, she was beaming. Yennefer was pulling him into a kiss, yet stopped an inch or two from his face. Something felt wrong. Something was out of place, and it wasn't on her end. “Are you alright, Geralt? You’re stiff as a board.”

shallowmagics​:

— *•̩̩͙   c. & yennefer wilczynski  •̩̩͙* —

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Ciri pressed herself further into Yennefer, as if a simple embrace would be enough to quiet her mind, make her forget about being in a strange land with no one from home around here. Well, close to no one. Having Yennefer here with her was one of the best possible outcomes. She hadn’t allowed herself to hope her family would come, not with the aftermath of Cintra still fresh in her mind. That loneliness was still carved deep into her chest.

Yennefer being here, with her, stoked that hope within her. Ciri wouldn’t wish for more, she didn’t know if she could allow herself to wish for more of her family to come. It was dangerous. That one, terrible night had taught her so.

Ciri blinked back tears as she stared up at Yennefer, a watery smile gracing her face. “I thought I was going to be alone.” Again. Ciri felt her unspoken words would be too harsh, would cause this fragile moment between the two to break. “I can’t remember a thing after leaving Kaer Mohren after I-“ Destroyed it, killed the men I believed to be my family. Disappointed Geralt even though he would never say it. “-after everything. I know something happened, I know it. I just can’t remember.”

She didn’t deserve Yennefer being so understanding, so kind to her. Not after Yenn had to help clean up Ciri’s mess while she had laid there shivering, exhaustion and revulsion fighting for the dominant emotion in her body. 

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There were very few people Yennefer truly cared about. When she was a girl, she had locked her heart safely away, and kept it far from reach. It would protect her from getting hurt; it would keep her safe. Over the years, slowly, surely, she had built herself a little family. Her little family. To have even part of it back... she couldn’t be more grateful.

Maybe it wasn’t the exact Ciri she had been waiting for, but it was her daughter nevertheless, and that was all that she cared about. She cupped the girl’s face in her hand, gently swiping her thumb over her cheek. A wobbly smile on her face, Yennefer placed a kiss in the center of her forehead.

“You’re not alone, now. I'm here, and I wont leave you. Not ever,” she said softly, with a reassuring look. “Don’t fret over any of that my dear. Its past, and far away. No need to dwell on it for the time being.”

She knew what Ciri meant, of course, but Yennefer would never hold anything over Ciri. Exhaling, Yen adjusted Ciri’s jacket in the way that only doting mothers can manage. “You should go get your bag. It won’t do you good to lose your things. Where are you staying? Do you- do you need some place to stay? I’d rather not be apart from you anymore.” 

shallowmagics​:

— *•̩̩͙   c. & yennefer wilczynski  •̩̩͙* —

Earth was different. Terrifying, if Cirilla would ever allow herself to voice her innermost thoughts. Never would she allow it. Her grandmother had taught her better. Geralt had taught her better. She found a job, trained at the gym, and kept to herself. The people at Bevin & Cecil’s had taken pity on her, the girl clearly not from this land. She thought her father would be proud of her for keeping her head down- mostly- and not running headlong into the forest with a dagger in hand.

Ciri shouldered her gym bag, attempting to get back to her temporary ‘home’ before the snow started to fall in sheets. Now, the flakes only dusted her lashes. She paused at a corner to readjust the bag again, gaze sweeping over the cobblestone road to land on someone she thought would never be here with.

“Yennefer?” Her voice came out as a hoarse whisper, Ciri blinking again as if Yenn would disappear if she looked for too long. When she stayed, Ciri broke into a run, her gym bag falling to the ground.

“Mother!” The last half of the word was cut off by Ciri throwing herself at Yennefer, the girl’s face buried in the other’s shoulder.

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Yennefer could handle anything. She was powerful, and everyone on the Continent knew it. Yet, this wasn't the Continent, and she had to adapt. She had gotten a flat, a job, and a silly little routine to keep her mind off of Geralt and Ciri and every other damned thing. On her walk home from work, she would often find herself nearly ready to kill to get them back. Her mind would do twists and turns trying to think of something, anything, that could help her track down their missing daughter. 

For a moment, she thought she was starting to lose it, as she could've sworn that she could see an apparition of the girl she so longed for. But it wasn't an apparition. It had to be her. For the gods’ sake, it was. Yennefer stopped walking, face breaking out into the biggest grin this town had ever seen.

“Ciri!” her name was a gasp, as she wrapped her daughter up in her arms. “Daughter,” she crooned into her mess of blonde hair, before pulling back to check her over, studying her face and person carefully. “Look at you! You’ve grown up on me, swallow. Positively gorgeous,” Yennefer was bubbling as she pulled Ciri into another embrace.

The Horsewoman of War. That's what they called her. A beautiful phantom in the night, flanked by her black kestrels, who left misfortune in her wake. A dangerous, fatal woman not to be reckoned with. The mage was a deadly force, known far and wide in her realm. Yet there she was, embracing a young woman with every fleck of strength in her body, and had they not been in public, Yennefer may have started to cry. 

fioblah:

sweet mother o mine

@shallowmagics​ <3them<3

ofmvoonlight​:

Signing up for a life in the spotlight is never easy. Especially when all you want to do is take photos in beautiful clothes. All Zelda wanted to do was work. They didn’t want to be cornered like this. Yes they did sign up for their face being used in magazines and in fashion shows but what they didn’t sign up for was losing their privacy and their life all together. People put this image on them and it was an image that did not fit in with who Zelda was as a person. And that was the hardest thing to accept. 

“Yeah. Being a model is a job that requires me to basically be this perfect little doll that accepts that people corner me when all I wanna do is go and buy some ice cream for me and my boyfriend” rolling their eyes, they then looked at the other. “It’s disheartening really how people forget that I am still human”

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There was something familiar in her sentiment. After, well, everything Samwise had been through, too many people knew him- or thought they did- for his liking. They assumed what it had been like, what he had seen, had heard, had lived. They made judgements, and thought they had right to pry in business not of their own. Certainly, it wasn't as intensely evasive as what Zelda described, but he could sympathize. 

“That sounds quite disheartening indeed. Some people have no respect, and I’m sorry you have to suffer it.” He had gotten them a table, and ordered the pair of them drinks and something to snack on while they spoke. After a moment, he smiled, wanting to talk about something nicer, “So, boyfriend? Lucky lad to get to be with someone lovely as you. Have you known him long?”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  DEAN && YENNEFER

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IN  LONDON,  DEAN  HADN’T  TRUSTED  METAPHYSICAL  SHOPS.    aaliyah  had  loved  them  and  often  dragged  dean  to  them,  even  when  he  insisted  the  ❛ magic ❜  they  claimed  was  nothing  but  a  hoax.    The  Bubbling  Cauldron  in  town  was  different,  though.    Aaliyah  would  have  loved  it,  and  Dean  actually  believed  at  least  some  of  the  things  in  the  shop  held  power.    There  were  different  kinds  of  magic  in  this  town,    ones  he’d  never  seen  before.    So  it  wouldn’t  be  unbelievable  if  these  things  held  power  he  didn’t  sense  in  his  home.  

HE  WASN’T  HERE  FOR  MAGIC,  THOUGH.    per  say.    The  after-school  program  he  worked  for  had  asked  him  if  he  wanted  to  participate  in  the  teacher  showcase,  and  he’d  said  yes.    He  could’ve  done  something  easy,  like  a  painting  or  a  piece  in  charcoal.    But  he  wanted  to  push  himself  outside  of  his  comfort  zone,  and  he  had  the  perfect  image  in  his  head.    It  was  a  3-D  piece  honoring  different  types  of  magic  here  in  town.    His  magic,  through  words  and  wands.    The  magic  of  plants,  of  the  moon,  of  gems.    Potions,  runes.    Everything  and  anything.

HE  WAS  LOST  EXAMINING  THE  CRYSTALS  WHEN  THE  WORKER  SPOKE.    he  jumped  a  bit,  having  not  expected  them.    ❝ Kind  of?    I’m  working  on  an  art  piece  and  I  wanted  to  include  some  crystals.    My  sister  has  told  me  a  million  times  what  each  of  them  do  and  stand  for,  but  I  just  can’t  keep  track  of  them.    Are  you  familiar  with  any? ❞

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Yennefer always had an excellent memory. She had used that to her advantage while studying her craft. When she had come to this realm, she had nearly immediately started her research on the magical elements this world contained. By no means was she an expert, but she would get there, and she knew enough to get by in the meantime. 

“I am indeed. What exactly are you trying to incorporate in your piece? An emotion? An energy? Something beautiful?” She raised an eyebrow as she studied him. “My first suggestion would be to start with the one that draws you in first; in my opinion that’s usually the stone that wants to be used, but it's just a suggestion. 

With an elegant wave of her hand, she gestured towards two stands in the shop, full with baskets of different crystals and stones. “There's a display here, and another there. Whatever you find appealing, I’d be happy to describe for you.”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  ZSASZ && YENNEFER

*̩̩̥͙　-•̩̩͙-ˏˋ⋆ 　　⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙-　*̩̩̥͙

THE  WOMAN  WAS  DRESSED  INTERESTINGLY,  TO  SAY  THE  LEAST.    not  that  zsasz  had  any  place  to  talk  with  his  nearly  all-leather  get  up.    Hers  was  certainly  more  fitting  for  a  Welsh  countryside  town  than  his  own,  but  he’d  never  been  one  to  mind  standing  out  in  a  crowd.    In  fact,  it  usually  was  quite  the  opposite.    Zsasz  knew  how  to  use  shadows  and  darkness  to  his  aid,  but  also  when  to  draw  the  eye  of  everyone  around  him.

HE  PUT  THE  BOX  OF  GOOD  ON  THE  COUNTER,  raising  a  brow  bone  at  kai  who  seemed  to  look  up  at  him  in  question.    He  sighed.    He  supposed  he  and  Oswald  were  spoiling  the  dragon  a  bit  too  much.    ❝ Don’t  you  have  a  register  to  guard? ❞    Kai  let  out  a  snort,  but  did  turn  and  head  over  to  the  small,  purple  pillow  beside  the  cash  register.      With  that,  Zsasz  turned  his  attention  back  to  the  woman.

HE  TOOK  THE  KNIFE,  CAREFULLY  MOVING  IT  TO  NOT  CUT  EITHER  OF  THEM.    ❝ yes  well,  i  suppose  the  knives  either  moved  in  transport  or  my  shop  assistant  was  messing  around  in  the  back  and  hoped  i  wouldn’t  notice.    Either  way,  thank  you.    If  you  feel  I  need  to  prove  myself  proficient  at  weapons,  I’m  always  happy  to  give  a  demonstration. ❞    He  spun  the  knife  in  his  hand,  getting  it  into  a  more  comfortable  grip.    Quickly,  he  took  aim  at  the  board  he  had  across  the  store  for  just  this  and  sent  the  knife  flying.    It  landed  in  the  bullseye  with  a  thunk.    He  gave  a  flourish  of  a  half  bow.    ❝ Now,  is  there  anything  I  can  assist  you  with? ❞

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Yennefer couldn’t help but to watch the dragon retreat to its spot beside the register. It was a mistake in the end, as the sight once again took her mind elsewhere. She was quickly brought back to the moment when he spoke once again. 

She wasn’t sure if it had been the intention, but she wasn't intimidated or startled. In fact, she was far from it. For the first time since she had arrived in Sallow Hills, she was hit with a startling amount of familiarity. The way he dressed, the dramatics, the set up and contents of the shop: they reminded her of home. She could’ve sworn something identical had happened with Lambert when she was visiting Kaer Morhen once, but she didn’t want to dwell on it. She had business to do. 

“Impressive. Though, I was making a joke.” A smirk grew on her face as she met his eyes, and there was a quirk to her brow in sudden intrigue of the man before her. Yennefer nonchalantly crossed her arms in front of her as she looked between him and the blade now protruding from the wall. “I’m new here. I don’t have any... guarantee of personal protection, and I should like to remedy that. What would you recommend?”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  REMUS && SAMWISE

*̩̩̥͙　-•̩̩͙-ˏˋ⋆ 　　⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙-　*̩̩̥͙

AS  HE  WAS  LISTING  THEM  ALL  OFF,  REMUS  REALIZED  JUST  HOW  EXPENSIVE  THIS  WAS  GOING  TO  BE.    there  was  no  way  he  was  going  to  be  able  to  afford  them  all  now,  but  maybe  if  he  could  just  get  a  couple.    Then  a  couple  more.    It  wasn’t  like  this  was  going  to  be  prepped  by  the  next  full  anyway,  so  waiting  a  bit  longer  wouldn’t  do  that  much  damage.    ❝ If  aconite  isn’t  too  temperamental,  I  could  probably  take  the  seedlings.    I’ll  be  trying  my  best  to  upkeep  them  anyway.    But  if  you  think  it’s  better  to  wait  till  their  older,  I’d  like  to  put  my  name  down  for  a  plant  or  two  and  come  back  later.    I’ll  probably  not  be  able  to  afford  all  the  plants  right  now  anyway,  so  I  don’t  mind  waiting ❞

REMUS  WAS  ALRIGHT  WITH  PLANTS.    he  didn’t  kill  them  by  just  looking  at  them,  and  he’d  always  had  decent  scores  in  herbology.    But  there  was  passing  a  class  and  there  was  keeping  a  garden  of  plants  alive  for  his  well  being.    Samwise’s  offer  stuck  out  though.    Remus,  too,  couldn’t  replicate  the  valerian  roots.    Even  Pomfrey  wouldn’t  have  risked  that  -  plants  were  always  difficult  to  replicate  especially  if  you  wanted  to  keep  their  properties.    ❝ I’d  actually  really  appreciate  that.    These  are  all  -  they’re  part  of  a  health  routine  my  doctor  is  putting  me  on.    I’d  like  to  be  able  to  maintain  them  and  not  have  to  re-purchase  them  often. ❞

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It took a moment for Sam to come up with a good answer. He didn’t have aconite back home, which meant he had very limited experiences with it. From what he had seen, a novice should be able to take care of it just fine, but he didn’t want to make a guarantee he couldn’t back, especially when it seemed like an object of such importance.

“Tell you what-- I think you should be just fine taking care of the seedlings, but if you're not, come back in a week or two and I’ll get you a grown one to replace it. Sound alright?” He walked past Remus to get to the other end of the shop, and stopped in the back corner near a door with a, ‘employees only’ sign across it in bold letters. A moment later he returned with the tiny aconite plants, and placed them on the counter. He retrieved the valerian from a nearby shelf, and brought it to the counter as well. “Not a problem! I’m glad to show you. Its really not too difficult. You may mess it up once or twice in the beginning, but I’m sure you'll get the hang of it.”

mushroomtheif​:

Frodo breathed a quiet sigh of relief when he heard the all to familiar voice respond. He felt his face crack into a gentle smile as Sam entered the room. This spurred him into action, as he then continued to walk further into the room, moving to hang up his keys and jacket.

“It went quite well today. Most of the day was quiet, though there was a small scuffle back in the adult romance section, apparently adults can not take turns with books.”

Frodo let out a huff as turned back to face Sam letting out a noncommittal shrug before continuing on.

“On the whole though it was quite the boring day. How was your day Sam? Was work alright?”

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As Frodo got situated, Sam turned on the two lamps on the room to combat the darkness left by the slow setting sun. He didn’t fully understand many things about the world they now lived in (electricity being one of them), but having Frodo with him made it all seem a little less frightening. 

“A scuffle? Must’ve been a very good book then,” he laughed, combing a hand through his hair. “Nothing you couldn’t handle, I’d wager.” There was a little part of Sam that truly did think that Frodo could do anything. He had already done the impossible, so most other things seemed like a walk in the park comparatively.

After closing the distance between them to press a kiss to Frodo’s cheek, Sam racked his brain for a moment before minutely shaking his head. “It was alright, nothing too noteworthy, other than getting some new inventory in. The best part of the day was when someone brought their dog into the shop. Cutest thing I’ve seen in a while.”

When he glanced at the clock that hung up on the wall, an idea struck him. “What do you think about takeaway for dinner? And before you stress about it, I’d be the one to call.”

ofmvoonlight​:

“Ah I am sorry about that. I’m Zelda. It’s a pleasure to meet you” the brunette said and smiled softly as they looked at him. He seemed to be a sweetheart and that was a nice change compared to some of the people she had ran into in recent days. People who just assumed that they could stop her just because she worked as a model. It was disheartening, truth be told. 

“And holding onto your arm would be nice. Once again thank you so much for being so kind” hooking their arms around his, Zelda took a deep breath in order to make her spinning head somewhat stable. 

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“Well, its nice to meet you as well,” Sam grinned back at her as they began to walk up the street. He liked them already. In all honesty, he couldn’t fathom the idea of people swarming him in the street like that. What Hobbit would? He would rather stay hidden away indoors forever than have to face that regularly.  “Ah don’t mention it, I’m glad to help.” Not wanting to intrude, but still curious, he asked the most prominent question in his mind, “So you have to deal with things like that often? How do you manage it?”

In order to help maintain her balance, he didn’t walk too fast. It took a bit of concentration as he had always had the nasty habit of stumbling over his own feet. As they approached the café, Sam opened the door to let them in first.

⌘Yennefer Open Starter⌘

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Earth was a strange place. That was one thing Yennefer knew for sure. The planet did have its upsides, yet many of the downsides were… frustrating, to say the least. The largest of which arose from her employment situation. Yennefer had never been good with authority. Nobody got to have the satisfaction of telling her what to do. Even when she seemed to release control to someone else, it was a façade she had deceived them into believing. Her chronic insubordination was why she had gone freelance; she got to be her own boss, and answered to nobody save herself. Yet that wasn’t an option here. She couldn’t trade magical favours for some coin, meaning she had no income. 

Doing the sensible thing, she got an actual job. She could handle customers just fine, and the little metaphysical shop suited her quite well, so it all ended up falling into place. It was easy enough, and she could card through some of the ancient looking books found there in her down time. She was sitting near the register doing just that when she heard the door. By the time she had gotten to the front, the person seemed already intrigued by something. Yennefer gave her very best customer service smile, “Can I help you find something?”

mushroomtheif​:

CLOSED STARTER WITH SAM

@bombadills

Frodo learned many things from his journey, about himself and about the world that surrounded him. One thing that he learned was that too often was the simple act of coming home after work was grossly under appreciated. There is not much else that is as satisfying as trudging through the door after a long day, leaving all the stress of the day on the mat outside the front door.

Frodo smiled, his thoughts continue if to go as he made his way through the front door to his new home. Though he felt home was a relative term here, since he was unsure if this place could ever be home, but he had sam with him, and the house was comfortable, so he felt that it would seem quite ‘sackville baggins - ish’ of him.

When he was inside he paused before calling out, “Sam, are you home yet?”

He truly hoped Sam was home, Frodo still found himself uneasy to be left alone for extended periods. He knew he could use one of those infernal devices to reach him at work, a phone he believed they were called, but he really did not wish to mess with them. Seeing no other course of action he called out once more, “Sam, are you home?”

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It was no shameful thing to celebrate a simple life; a lesson Sam had learned long, long ago. The small comforts remained his very favorite things. He had no use for extravagance. He was far more happy with a quiet night with good food and good company than he was with anything else. He could never hope to replicate the comforts of the Shire. Not here. Nevertheless, he did his best to make his new home as comfortable as it could be. A place of respite from the strange lands he found himself in.

He was overjoyed when Frodo had come to town. He made the world feel so much less lonely, so much brighter. Coming home to him… well, it made him feel like everything would be okay.

Having heard the front door shut, Sam stood from his place in the tiny back garden, dusting off his hands as he headed inside through the back door. A little smile spread across his face when he heard his partner.

“Right here, Frodo. Right here,” he said as he entered the front room. “Your day go alright? I know it was a longer one than usual.”

YENNEFER OF VENGERBERG The Witcher, ‘Dear Friend’

ofmvoonlight​:

Placing a hand on their forehead, Zelda let out a heavy sigh. It had been a long time since they had felt like this. It wasn’t an illness, that she knew. That only specifically happened whenever she stayed away from Link for selfish reasons. No this was something else. The adrenaline was slowly starting to come down which was the main reason as to why it felt like the entire world was spinning around the poor brunette. 

Taking a deep breath in an attempt to try and ground herself, they then hummed when they listened to what the stranger was saying. “Mhm yeah some water would be nice. And maybe a bite to eat. It’s been a couple of hours since breakfast” licking their lips, Zelda closed their eyes.

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Sam would occasionally get teased by his friends for being ‘such a mother hen,’ but in times like these, he couldn’t find it in himself to care. He was ready to reach out and catch her if she were to faint, but hopefully it would not come to that. The model’s suggestion of food was a good idea by him; he was a hobbit after all, and eating was one of his favorite activities. 

“That sounds quite alright with me. Do you want my arm to hang onto while we walk, miss… I’m sorry, I don’t think I caught your name.” he had held out his arm in a polite manner if they decided to accept the offer. He didn’t want to chance them falling down on the way there. 

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  REMUS && SAMWISE

*̩̩̥͙　-•̩̩͙-ˏˋ⋆ 　　⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙-　*̩̩̥͙

REMUS  TURNED  HIS  PAD  OVER  AND  OVER  IN  HIS  HANDS.    it  was  a  reporter’s  pad  he’d  taken  from  the  newspaper,  figuring  that  since  he  was  an  editor  no  one  would  mind  if  he  took  one.    No  one  had,  especially  since  they  got  used  so  rarely  anymore.    He  understood  the  advances  in  technology  (more  than  he  let  on  to  Shepard,  merely  because  it  was  funny)  but  he  would  never  not  want  to  write  things  out  by  hand.    ❝ Truthfully,  I  don’t  know  if  some  of  these  even  exist  here.    They  were  rare  in  my  world.    But  if  you  have  any  of  these,  preferably  not  cut  so  that  I  can  continue  to  grow  them. ❞

❝ RIGHT,  THE  MOST  DIFFICULT  ONE  I  SUPPOSE?    wolfsbane  or  aconite,  and  yes  i  do  know  how  poisonous  it  is  which  means  you  probably  don’t  carry  it.    I  also  need  valerian,  but  specifically  I  need  to  be  able  to  semi-frequently  harvest  valerian  roots,  so  I’m  unsure  the  best  way  to  go  about  that.    I’ll  also  need  moonseed,  bloodroot,  st.  johns-wort,  mint,  and  sage. ❞

HE  PROBABLY  SOUNDED  LIKE  A  CRAZY  PERSON,  even  for  himself.    He  was  just  glad  that  he  didn’t  recognize  the  man  from  home,  otherwise  he  might  be  able  to  tell  what  Remus  needed  the  ingredients  for.    Merlin,  he  still  might  be  able  to  tell  and  Remus  could  be  outing  himself  right  here  and  now.    Bu  the  needed  the  wolfsbane  potion.

⊱ ──────────── {⋆⌘⋆} ──────────── ⊰

When the list was rattled off, Sam became much more intrigued than he had been moments before. He cared about everyone who came into his shop, but the people who came in with lists similar to this were always up to something. What those things were, he didn't know, and he certainly would never ask. The purposes of some transactions were obvious, but the purposes of most were unknown to him. This one was… well, he could hypothesize. 

“You'd be surprised how many poisonous things I keep in stock. Safely hidden away, of course, but you don’t keep good business in a place like this if you aren’t willing to adapt to the needs of your customers, if you take my meaning. Now lets see, aconite… aconite…” he repeated the word, carding through the mental checklist of things he had on hand. “I think I did start a crop of that, but just recently. I could sell you some of the seedlings right now, but if you come back in a week they should be better suited for use.”

Despite the pieces clicking into place, Sam gave no hint of what he may suspect. He reached for the notebook which he had just set down, and flipped a few pages. He seemed satisfied with what he found there. “As for everything else, I should have it all in stock. Though, good as I am, I can’t magically replicate plant roots, but I could show you how to tend to your own plant so that it’ll last multiple harvests without dying if you wish.”

YENNEFER OF VENGERBERG | 2x07 Voleth Meir

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  ZSASZ OPEN STARTER

ZSASZ  WAS  WHISTLING  AS  HE  MOVED  THROUG  THE  STORAGE  ROOM,  COLLECTING  ITEMS  THAT  NEEDED  TO  BE  MOVED  TO  THE  FRONT.    he  only  had  a  month  left  of  florence  tenners  following  him  around.    A  month  and  he  could  go  back  on  his  weekly  (if  not  daily)  Revenant  hunts  without  asking  Armes  (the  horrible  woman)  for  permission.    Tenners  had  to  be  excited  too.    Him  and  his  partner  had  to  be  tired  of  trading  off  from  watching  him.    They’d  gotten  lazy  the  last  month  and  change,  as  well.    Holidays  did  that  for  people.    

HE  GRABBED  A  BOX  OF  HUNTING  KNIVES,  lugging  it  out  to  the  main  area  of  the  shop.    Kai,  his  dragon,  excitedly  jumped  off  the  counter  and  twisted  around  his  ankles.    Zsasz  titled,  just  slightly,  to  avoid  Kai,  and  one  of  the  knives  fell  out  of  the  box.    ❝Mind  grabbing  that?    I’d  rather  not  put  down  this  box  until  I’m  at  the  knife  display,❞  he  called  out  to  the  person  he’d  clocked  by  the  small  clothing  rack.

⊱ ────── {⋆⌘⋆} ────── ⊰

Yennefer was surprisingly used to being thrown headfirst into lands that were wholly unfamiliar and not her own. That wasn’t the issue. The issue stemmed from her isolation from the familiar. This world, Earth, was too different from what she knew for her to feel comfortable in being alone there. With no assurance that her Chaos would continue to work as it should, and no head over heels witcher ready to hop to her defense at a moment's notice, she knew that secondary protection was her best bet. 

Approaching Hills Hunting, she tightened the belt of her black woolen coat as if that would somehow serve to warm her up. Though she was dressed in layers of beautifully made black and white pieces of clothing, the chill in the air was still seeping into her bones. Luckily for her, the interior of the shop was much warmer than the outdoors. 

She had only been in the shop for a moment before she watched as the shopkeeper entered from the back. She watched as a blade fell from the box he was carrying, and gave a little nod at the request. It wasn’t until she was halfway down that she registered what it was that had caused him to stumble. A dragon!? A fucking dragon. One that looked all too similar to– no. She would think about him later. Not now. This town would be the death of her aching heart.

She tore her eyes away from the little beast, and walked the knife over to the display, holding it out to him in a way that wouldn’t slice either of them in the passing off. “You know, it's not particularly professional for shop owners to have such a loose grip on weaponry when customers are present.”

yennefer’s intro

I think I just saw Yennefer Wilczynski (she/they, cis woman, 96). she’s a canon character from the witcher. have you heard she remembers everything from her previous life? she appeared here in may 2021 after attempting to track down her daughter, ciri, and hold off the wild hunt. now she’s working as a customer assistant at the bubbling cauldron. still, she does have that overly confident, bitten lips, mess of dark curls, lilac & gooseberries vibe about her.

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“Remember-- magic is Chaos, art, and science. It is a curse, a blessing, and progress. It all depends on who uses magic, how they use it, and to what purpose. And magic is everywhere. All around us.” 

--The Witcher, Blood of the Elves

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Can you tell me your name?

“Yennefer of- ahem Wilczynski.

Where are you from?

“Vengerberg, in Aedirn.

What’s the last thing you remember?

“Last I remember I was carding through some dingy library looking for a certain... important piece of information.

We have a history of memory loss here. Do you feel as if you may be missing some memories?

“No. No, everything seems to be intact

Have you found a job here in Sallow Hills?

“I did indeed. I work at the Bubbling Cauldron. Its not what I would prefer, but it’ll do for the time being.

What was the strangest thing you saw before arriving here?

“Once I saw a witcher weaving flowers into a young girl’s hair. That's quite a strange sight. 

What traits would your friends give to you?

“Powerful, talented, ineffably beautiful-- at least, they would, if I had any friends.

Is there anything else you would like to say?

“If you see a certain tall, white haired, brute, send him my way.

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