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Catra nodded slowly. “It’s the most gorgeous name in the world,” xe said, and then giggled. “Fitting too, as I a-dore Adora.” It was stupid, but it made her laugh a little bit.

It was an easy silence between them as they walked, and xe turned toward Midna again as she spoke.

“Thanks,” xe said. “I suppose if it happened for you it might for me too. I mean, I’ve only been here a couple of days. And I’m certain Adora is searching for me. If anyone can find a way here, it’s her and her friends.”

It was an interesting thought, thinking of Adora, Bow, and Glimmer here with xem. To be honest, Catra didn’t really care where xe were, as long as Adora was with xem. This strange little town would do just fine if Adora showed up. Xe allowed xemself to feel a semblance of hope.

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Catra’s affectionate look made Midna smile a little to herself. She liked seeing people happily in love, even if she didn’t have anyone of her own. Midna was willing to play a lot of parts, but that of the crotchety stick in the mud wasn’t on the list.

The woods were quiet as they walked back. Midna couldn’t say she minded the companionable silence. She rarely minded when it was quiet anymore. It was so rare she got the chance for a break. 

“I hope she does come along. I’d hate to think you feel stranded out here on your own. I’ve been there and I know what it feels like. Not fun...” Midna shrugged a little. Idly, she wondered who was searching for her. There had to be dozens of guards and patrols out looking. A queen didn't just up and disappear, yet here she was.

Midna looked down at her walking partner, trying for a reassuring smile, and hoping it didn’t come off as too sinister. “And if you need anyone around in the meantime, I’m usually around doing this or that. Not too busy for another friend hanging around. No pressure though.”

picturedspells​:

 ⋆៹ ✩۪۟۟≭  CATRA && MIDNA

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Catra couldn’t help but smile a little bit. Midna was indeed perking them up, a task which had felt impossible an hour ago.

Xe felt a bit odd when Midna linked arms with xem. It was rather intimate, at least in Catra’s opinion. Xe weren’t used to a lot of physical touch from people that weren’t Adora. But it was nice, and xe let Midna lead xem, enjoying the path and the silence.

Xe weren’t suprised though when Midna spoke up. Midna definitely had a way about her. She seemed to be good at drawing Catra out of xir shell.

“Still at the B&B,” Catra said. “I hadn’t bothered looking for a place of my own, given that I was determined to get the hell out of here. But I suppose I should start looking now that I’m most definitely stuck.”

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Understanding what Catra meant, Midna nodded. Everything about arriving in this place was stressful, and she couldn’t blame them for stubbornly trying to abandon the place. 

“I suppose you should,” she agreed. “Places here aren’t hard to come by. There's a bunch of different options, and someone is always looking for a roommate. I’m sure you’ll find something soon enough. You can at least make yourself comfortable while you try and plan a break out or while you wait for your friends to show up.”

It wasn't long before they were nearing one of the roads into town. There wasn't anyone on the street that Midna could see, but that was to be expected at this time of night. The moon was high, and the hour was getting late. This was admittedly her favorite way to see Sallow Hills— blanketed by the soft glow of the moon. It was the closest to the feeling of home she could get.

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?”

ELÇIN SANGU Kiralik Ask

ofmvoonlight​:

@bombadills​ | Yennefer

Great job, jackass. 

What had transpired in that group chat was a mistake and one he knew he would have to pay for in months or even years to come. He should have just shut his phone off and gone to sleep but no of course he had to dig his grave deeper than it already had been to begin with.

Standing outside of Caffi Rhees, he looked down at his phone trying to come up with something to write to Yen but nothing seemed to come to him. His phone found a new home inside his pocket and he was about to leave when he saw her. His heart dropped. What should he do? Should he approach her or leave her be? 

“Yennefer”

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A quick cup of coffee and some fried food, and she would be fine. Yennefer of Vengerberg Wilczynski was always fucking fine. She was nursing a slight hangover, and wanted to do something nice for herself however small a thing it may be. She could eat quickly and curl up in bed and sleep this whole thing off. 

She was attempting to sleep off far more than the hangover.

It was cold as she stepped outside (it was always bloody cold here), yet she was white hot with rage when she saw him. Geralt's words had cut deep into her, making her feel a rage that had been long latent in her chest.  His words were calculated, cruel, as only someone who knew you to your core could be. ‘Not her daughter’ as if she hadn't trained Ciri, protected her, guided her through her life when nobody else would or could. She was so angry, she was ready to tear his throat out with her fingers alone. He damn well knew what Ciri was to her. 

When Yennefer focused on him, she felt the ley lines of chaos divert and pool around her feet, ready to take her under. She pushed it back. She wouldn’t lose control. Not in public. Setting her jaw, she let him approach. Despite her size, her presence, swirling with confidence and energy, made her feel much bigger than she actually was. 

In that moment she didn’t care about timelines or magic. She didn’t care about fate or destiny. She didn’t care about wishes or history. She hated him. A burning and furious hatred she hadn't felt for anyone, save the sad excuse of a mother and stepfather she had as a girl. 

She could barely meet his eyes when he approached, afraid if she did that she would spiral out of control. Her voice was low, scathing, as she spoke, “What. do. you. want?”

THE WITCHER 3: WILD HUNT

@ofmvoonlight​ my beloveds<3

Samwise’s Intro

I think I just saw Samwise Gamgee (he/him, cis man, 39). he’s a canon character from lord of the rings. have you heard he remembers most things from his previous life? he appeared here in June 2021 after having a quiet night in with his partners in bag-end. now he’s working as the owner of the Dwarven Nursery. still, he does have that heart of gold, summer rain shower, green-thumb vibe about him.

[allen leech. more information at bottom of post]

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“But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer.”

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Can you tell me your name?

“Samwise Gamgee, but my friends call me Sam

Where are you from?

“Hobbiton-- that's in the West Farthing of the Shire

What’s the last thing you remember?

“I was just finishing the washing up after dinner [post returning from the quest]-- talking to Rosie and Frodo you see. I think... oh doesn’t matter.

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

“I wager there are some things missing. There's a lot that's fuzzy.

Have you found a job here in Sallow Hills?

“I took up running the Dwarven Nursery. I’ve always enjoyed working with greenery.

What was the strangest thing you saw before arriving here?

“I think its best not to talk about it.

What traits would your friends give to you?

“Brave, I think. Eager to learn, but not always to act. Levelheaded.

Is there anything else you would like to say?

“My old Gaffer always said ‘keep your nose out of trouble, and no trouble will come to you.’ I try to live by that.

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

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Upon hearing this familiar voice, Jaskier tensed, he took a deep swig of his drink and composed himself. Turning to face her with wide arms “Witch, how can I be of service to you this fine day?” he smiled on the outside but his day was not fine, Jaskier was never comfortable with his emotions outside of his art and this was something very few knew.

His previous conversation with Geralt hurt him. Deeply. He was angry and defeated, just as he felt when he was left atop that mountain in Cairngorn, it was a feeling he wished would never return and yet here it is. he faltered for a moment and spoke plainly to the sorceress. “You know that your boyfriend is a bit of an arse sometimes. Don’t you?” he leant back against the bar and picked up his drink and swigged again, it may not be a lasting solution but the burning did dull his senses.

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Yennefer had thought it was more likely for Skellige to fall into the sea before she saw the day where her and Jaskier were friendly. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, careful to keep the contents of her drink inside of the glass. He smelled the same as he always did. It reminded her of home. 

“You can never be of any service, save cursing our ears and flattering random women,” the witch teased, letting go of him. “Yes, well, he seems to have made it *quite clear that he is no such thing to me, but yes. I am aware that he is a complete and utter arse of a human being.”

Copying his action, she took a drink of her own. Geralt was the exact thing she was trying to get off of her mind, but she supposed commiserating would work for the time being. “Should've known I’d find you here if you showed up. Been here long?”

⌘ Follow Up Questionnaire of Midna Twili⌘

Restate your name and living situation.

midna | Midna Twili. I live in an townhouse on Duffryn Way on my own.

How long have you been in Sallow Hills?

m | I’ve been here for four-ish months-- since February.

How well would you say you are handling your homesickness?

m | I’m not particularly homesick at all. I miss my people, of course, but this place is much more exciting and freeing than the Twilight often allowed me to be. Besides, Link is here, and that helps quell any of the nerves.

Would you ever want to leave?

m | I’m not sure. I don’t want to leave Link and Zelda behind again. They’re my best friends. 

How would you describe your satisfaction with the town itself?

m | Its a fine place. Not my first choice, but its decent enough. I do wish there were more fun things to do around here, though. You spook one resident, you’ve spooked them all, ya know? 

Any other comments, questions, or other tidbits you would like to add?

m | Nope! I really don’t have the time to waste thinking of bs to add to your little question packet.