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✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  ZSASZ && YENNEFER

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  ZSASZ CHUCKLED A BIT AT HER POLITENESS.  it was obviously, now, that she’d been around politicians (or perhaps royals in her world ?) before.  He was surprised he hadn’t picked up on it before.  ❝ Just Zsasz is fine.  Some people from home call me Mr. Zsasz, though that’s more for formality. ❞  

  HER CLOTHES WERE NICE, IF A BIT DIFFERENT.  though zsasz couldn’t comment on that front when he was in nearly entirely leather and had around six weapons stored on his body at the moment (which was on the low end).  Of course, most of those weapons were concealed aside from the one hand gun he had in his shoulder strap.

  ❝ I CERTAINLY LEAN TOWARDS THE DARKER SIDE FOR MOST THINGS.  but it is never that simple, i’m sure you understand.  We all have our loyalties, and the things we care about.  For example - I am a vegetarian, because I dislike how animals are often treated in the meat industry on this planet. ❞  But killing people was fine.  It was strange, but it was who he was.  ❝ And of course I have my rules.  I think we all do, at the end of the day. ❞  No kids.  No one who was connected to Oswald or Falcone unless that person ordered it.  Nothing that will start a war you aren’t ready for.  And of course, there were the hits Zsasz would do for free - when it came to the people who were somehow worse than himself.

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“Zsasz it is, then,” the mage smiled a cat-like grin. It lit up her face in a pretty way. Yennefer was an exceedingly pretty woman. 

Loyalty was the name of her game as well. It had been ever since she had left Aretuza. First it had been to her only friends— Sabrina, Triss, Istredd. Then, after a long while, her mentor Tissaia joined the list. Now, the list was emphatically belonging to Ciri and Geralt and Jaskier (even if she would never tell the bard out loud). Her duty was first and foremost to keep them safe, no matter the jobs she signed on to do. 

“Interesting— I like that. We all have our stances in life, and I can respect yours greatly. Even when I don’t agree with someone’s moronic stance on morality, I can respect holding to your morals,” Yennefer said as she leaned against the counter, shifting the weight on her boots. “Indeed. Having rules is important. You lose yourself if you don’t have them, in my experience.” She had lost herself a few times when she had broken her own rules, and she had never wanted to experience that again. Especially around her Chaos. When you break your rules, you risk everything being taken away from you.

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✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  DEAN && YENNEFER

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DEAN KNEW THE DANGEROUS OF THIS PROJECT.  it’s why he had a million precautions set up already.  He was working on it in the back garden, not the house.  He was going to put some of the spells he’d learned while he was on the run around it, in order to protect people if things did go wrong with the ingredients.  But he was also excited, because if went right it was going to be beautiful on multiple levels.  Maybe he could seek out Professor Lupin.  Harry had said he was here, though younger.  He’d always been wicked smart about those kinds of things.

❝ YEAH, SALLOW HILLS IS WEIRD.  in the best kind of way though.  I feel excited about learning things again, about experiencing things. ❞  He glanced over at her.  ❝ I wouldn’t have called you weird.  I mean, they eyes aren’t exactly normal but I’ve seen stranger.  Saw a dude without a nose who thought he was hot shit. ❞

HE MOVED OVER TO THE WOODS WITH EXCITEMENT.  he wished there was a clientele for wands here, because he did miss working on them.  He missed working with Ollivander in his stuffy back room, feeling the way the woods and cores felt.  Spending hours carving and crafting.  ❝ These are perfect.  Some of these unfinished ones are exactly what I need. ❞

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Excited was not the word Yennefer would use when describing the town they were in. Stifling? Yes. Dull? No question. Tiring? Constantly. But exciting was nowhere near that list of descriptors. To each their own she supposed. She stepped away from the display, giving him some room to look over everything without her hovering.

“I wouldn’t call them strange. Enchanting maybe,” Yennefer grinned at that. “No nose? That does sound unfortunate. Much uglier than a pair of purple eyes. Songs have been written about these eyes, you know? I doubt anyone's writing a ballad about some noseless person.” A hand unconsciously reached up and rubbed the opposite shoulder, a phantom ache of a malady that was no longer there. 

His words brought her from memories of a childhood pig pen, back into the moment. His excitement was noticeable, and it made her smile a little. “Good, good, I’m glad we have what you’re after. You know, I think you're the first person I’ve had that's asked after this section.”

Midna’s Intro

I think I just saw Midna Twili (she/her, cis woman, 34). she’s a canon character from legend of zelda. have you heard she remembers everything from her previous life? she appeared here in February 2022 after restoring the twilight realm from zant’s damage. now she's doing odd jobs around town. still, she does have that obnoxiously funny roommate, scary stories around the campfire, wind howling through the trees, strange sadness as dusk falls vibe about her.

[elcin sangu, see bottom of post for details]

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“Tell me… Do you ever feel a strange sadness as dusk falls? They say it’s the only time when our world intersects with theirs… The only time we can feel the lingering regrets of spirits who have left our world. That is why loneliness always pervades the hour of twilight…”

--Twilight Princess

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Armes| Can you tell me your name?

“Midna. Oh, erm, Midna Twili. Someone said I needed to pick a second name here. I think. [a giggle is heard here]

A| Where are you from?

“The Twilight realm. Its very pretty there, despite how it may sound, though I may be biased

A| What’s the last thing you remember?

“Ummmm I remember going to bed? I woke up under some tree in this place, which is kind of rude. 

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

“Nahhh, I think everything's where it should be. I cant remember where the **** I put my new sunglasses this morning though. 

A| Have you found a job here in Sallow Hills?

“[another laugh is heard] Who needs a job? I have a full trust fund set up here it seems, so I’m all set. I do some odd jobs around town for people once in a while, but that's about it.

A| What was the strangest thing you saw before arriving here?

“How much time do you have? 

A| What traits would your friends give to you?

“Funny! [a laugh is heard, but is abruptly cut off] Fair and just, I like to think I’m a well respected queen. Stylish, which I completely agree with. Some would say overconfident, but I don’t see that one. 

A| Is there anything else you would like to say?

”If anyone knows where my sunglasses are, I’d like them back. [a long pause] Oh also, Zant can go suck- [Ms. Twili uttered a long list of profanities, which have been redacted from this transcript]

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Find a mini bio, personal information, connections, and other details on the muse page here

[samwise] [yennefer]

shallowmagics​:

— *•̩̩͙   c. & yennefer wilczynski  •̩̩͙* —

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“He said he would visit me tomorrow,” Ciri murmured, eyes unseeing as she fixated on the wood grain of the floor.

Yes, she understood why. Her mother knew what she would do, Geralt’s memory loss be damned. The interaction might have gone even worse had Ciri known before. An ache still resided in her chest, but she knew that had been the best that conversation could have gone. How could she rationalize pouring her heart out when it would be meaningless the next morning?

Carefully, Ciri toed off her shoes, going to sit on the couch beside Yennefer. She fell into the embrace, wrapping her arms around her mother’s middle. Her face was buried in Yennefer’s side. “I want Father back.”

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It was a rare occasion to see Ciri look so small. The weight of it seemed to be crushing down on both of them now, which was far from what Yennefer wanted. She had been sure there would have been shouting, yet this quiet resignation to it was somehow worse. 

“Did he?” voice soft, not wanting to pry her open any more than she was willing. There was no comfort Yennefer could offer; she had none to give. “Don’t... hope is a fickle thing, Ciri. Be careful with it.”

The older woman watched her daughter carefully, feeling her heart ache inside her chest. Holding her was grounding. It kept her in the moment instead of allowing for her mind to wander a world away. Her arms tightened around the girl as she pressed her nose into white hair. Yennefer’s fingers danced up and down her back for a while before she had the courage to speak again, “I want him too, Cirilla. We’ll find a way out of this mess, I always do.”

“What? Say something! Am I so beautiful that you’ve no words left?”

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✧･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.

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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.”

fioblah:

sweet mother o mine

@shallowmagics​ <3them<3

@endlxssnights​ this definitely happens all the time

Swapping time

Make Me Choose: @joe-mazzello asked  Branson or Sybil?

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  REMUS && SAMWISE

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SAMWISE.  he was fucking the samwise gamgee.  He had to tell Lily.  Remus kept that excitement buried deep, but he knew the moment he was home, it’d all come out.  He remembered reading Lord of the Rings as a kid, clinging to the magical escape when he thought he’d never get to be a part of his father’s world.  Even once Dumbledore had let him in, the books had been a comfort when things were too rough.  His mother used to read chapters to him after full moons, and he still heard her voice sometimes when he re-read them.

❝ I SUPPOSE THERE ARE WORSE THINGS PEOPLE COULD ASSUME.  still, the human-centric view of many people is frustrating.  Like in science fiction - why is it humanoid?  Why not just bi-pedal mammals, or some other descriptor? ❞  

HE SMILED, JUST FAINTLY, DOWN AT HIS PLANTS.  then he looked up and took sam’s hand in a shake.  ❝ I didn’t end up following her path.  Some people in my world are not the most open minded.  But I remember all the healing spells, and I practice them regularly.  I’m happy just being a copy editor at the paper right now. ❞

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Sam had no idea what Remus was talking about. He attempted to look as least confused as he could by giving a nod. Hobbits didn't know much about science or philosophy as they had little need for it. The only areas of science they were educated in had to do with livestock, farming, and brewing ale. Sam was bright enough, so he ventured a reply from what he could figure. “I venture people like seeing themselves in interesting tales to distract them from how tired life can get. What they don’t know is how much more tiring it really is to be one of those stories.”

Spells– so Mr. Remus was another one of the wizard folk. That made the purchase make a little more sense in his mind. Sam had a small clientele who were of that sort, and those types usually proved to be the most loyal of his customer base. With a small tilt of his head, he continued, “It's alright not to follow the path of your parents– I sure didn’t. Well, not for a while there. Copy editing sounds like a mighty important job, though I’ve no real idea what that entails.”