Weapon Tw - Blog Posts
ive been putting off on doing this for weeks haha
Ok so if the main five ( plus ingram cause I love him) dressed up for holloween, what do you think they would be?
Hm.. Interesting Idea.
I mean we already HAVE seen a lot of them in costumes
(Ill put pictures under the cut)
But for me id says that atleast once they would dress up as
Mary: I can see her dressing up as something like a ghost bride, or something cute yet scary at the same time. Maybe even a witch one year?
Twyla: Definately something boring like a scientist or librarian or historical figure (Im biased cuz I despise Twyla) Maybe something like steampunk or Frankensteins Monster?
Reginald: I feel like something more formal like a fancy dressed up Skeleton (Im thinking of some art of him ive seen I think) with a top hat and cane and tailcoat or a very formal vampire with that same stuff.
Crowven: VAMPIRE! 100%! Though I could also see him dressing up as like a harpy or a demon or something. But vampire for sure fits him
Vasilis: Maybe a witch? They give witchy vibes. But more like magical witch than spooky witch. Like long flowy pretty stuff.
Ingram: hmmm... I can see him dressing up as a zombie maybe. Possibly a skeleton to match his mouth. Or even a Scarecrow like Ryo tehe! Maybe even a Frankensteins Monster?
WAIT AS WRITING THIS I CAME UP WITH THE PERFECT COSTUME FOR MARY! A CREEPY/HAUNTED DOLL!!!! IT FITS HER SO MUCH! AND SHE ALREADY HAS TIGHTS!!!!
OMG ALSO I CAN SEE REGGIE AND MARY WEARING MATCHING COSTUMES
OR CROWVEN AND VASILIS
OR MARY AND VASILIS AS FRIENDS
ALSO (FAKE) BLOOD TW, GORE TW, AND WEAPON TW FOR THE ART
(Though I do hate that outfit on mary)
HERES SOME MAREGGIE ART IVE FOUND BY ARCADE
LIKE JUST BY LOOKING AT IT YOU START TO SHIP IT
EEEK
(Cut below for spoilers and blood and stuff)
Gosh I have so much of them
Im normal about them.
Do you think that mareggie is a healthy or toxic couple?
This is a.... hard question.
Like obviously IRL it would be toxic. Anything with Yandere type stuff is toxic. But like. They are cute. And he wouldnt hurt Mary atleast. It wouldnt be toxic towards her. Idk how to explain it. But like I ship it. I didnt ship it at first but eventually i kept seeing more and more art from arcadekitten and more and more of them together in games and it grew on me. Sometimes I feel like I shouldnt ship it, but like I cant help it. I would obviously not be okay with it if it were real, but like where its fictional its fine.
tldr; I dunno / It depends.
wickedpotions:
✧･ﾟ ┊ ┊ ┊ ZSASZ && YENNEFER
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SHE WAS A CHESS PLAYER THEN, OR WHATEVER THEY LIKED TO THINK OF THEMSELVES. someone like falcone or oswald, who knew how to play everyone in power. Zsasz had never taken an interest in that part of the business - better to let those who did it better than him take charge of that. But he admired the hell out of it. He wouldn’t have been so loyal to the people he had been if he didn’t admire it. ❝ I can see how it’d get boring. It was never my forte. I’d much rather scare people into what I need than play with all the pieces. That’s for my bosses to deal with. ❞
HE WAS A SIMPLE GUY AT THE END OF IT. sure, he could push to be more, but he didn’t want to. He wanted to kill and scare people, then go home to have dinner with Oswald or his family. He didn’t need to be the most powerful man in the room - that just meant more people would try to kill him.
HE GRINNED AT HER COMPLIMENT, eyes casting around the shop he’d grown to be proud of. ❝ Glad that you find it comforting. I’ve worked hard on it - well since I took it over. ❞ Some change in merchandising, getting rid of the taxidermy (though he’d kept a pair of antlers, and spray painted them silver). The sleeker wood flooring and glass cases.
HE TOOK HER HAND, SHAKING IT. ❝ victor zsasz, though only a handful of people are allowed to call me victor. ❞ Oswald, Falcone, the Zsaszettes. ❝ It’s nice to meet someone of a like mind to me. I was worried this town was only going to be filled with good-doers. It gets quite boring that way. ❞
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By the gods, she had hated her old jobs. They were born out of necessity, as its simply what most mages did. When she realized the freedom she could have if she left, Yennefer had immediately taken it. Ever since then, she had worked for herself. She understood his methods; they were similar to her own and many of the other sorceresses she knew.
Yennefer took another quick look around the shop as well, smiling at him as she shook his hand. “Well, your hard work shows, Victor Zsasz, or whatever it is you would like me to call you. And I mean that sincerely. Its nice to meet you.” When she retracted her hand, she moved to undo the belt keeping her coat together. The shop had finally warmed her up well enough that she was beginning to feel hot. The glimpse of her clothing beneath reflected the person that he had been speaking to perfectly: high quality, tailored, classical fashion with a hint of something otherworldly.
“I agree with you there. Some of these people are painful to be around. Makes my head ache just thinking about it,” she rolled her eyes, honest yet playful, “I don’t think anything can be very fun when its black and white. The good drama comes from the outside and in-between.”
Yennefer was all for a good show-- the thrill of the chase, the adrenaline rush of a fight, the forged and broken bonds between it all. As long as Ciri was safe, she didn’t have any problem watching trouble get cooked up. Not any problem at all.
wickedpotions:
✧･ﾟ ┊ ┊ ┊ ZSASZ && YENNEFER
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ZSASZ PULLED ANOTHER GUMMY BEAR FROM HIS BAG, only for it to disappear from his hands. He knew he’d been holding it and it wasn’t like it’d fallen. He had a better grip on things than that. No - the bear appeared in her hands. Without crossing the room, without breaking a sweat, she’d managed to take what was his. It was fascinating, though it unsettled him in part too. Would she try to steal from him? It would be a frightfully dumb move if she did, as magic or not he would hunt her down. Kai would hunt her down as well, and he was actually magic. A quick glance over at the dragon told Zsasz that he was eyeing them both, though he stayed curled up as though it wasn’t a big deal. He’d learned from his father well, after all.
HE WAS MORE CURIOUS THAN WORRIED, THOUGH. he ran with people who could take him apart if they tried, but they never did because he often showed them interest and people tended to like that. They liked being the center of attention, whether that attention be loud or quiet. He couldn’t help but laugh at her statement. ❝ I like you. You’re right about politicians. They’re all corrupt and easy to mold. You just gotta figure out what they want. ❞
HIS GRIN HAD ALWAYS BEEN SHARK-LIKE. it’s the word yules used for it, and he felt like it fit well. Zsasz the Shark. He gave that grin now, all teeth and cold eyes. ❝ I take it it doesn’t worry you if I am. Most people would be slowly backing towards the door. Or pulling a weapon on me. ❞ He crossed his legs, leaning back against the wall behind him. ❝ I am, though not to everyone. Villain seems like such a black and white kinda word. I go against general society’s morals, for the most part, but I protect people too. ❞ Falcone, Oswald, his Zsaszettes.
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Yennefer gave a modest smile and a little shrug that said she knew as much about each of his statements already. She could be quite likable when she wanted to be (which wasn't all that often), and she knew exactly what made a king or a duke or any of those others tick. A large majority of the time all she had to do was primp their ego a little and bring up whatever woman they had inappropriately frolicked with, and she would be set. “I know I’m right. It was my job for a few years. It's quite easy to make them all think what I want is what they want, but I got bored of such drivel after a while.”
Looking him over, she shook her head while exhaling a laugh. Despite the intensity to his smile, his gaze, it was nothing she could be afraid of. She had battled alongside witchers on any number of different potions which left their eyes and faces haunting or sickening or otherwise intimidating to gaze upon.
“No, it doesn’t worry me. It may come as a surprise, but I haven't felt intimidated at all in this shop of yours. Quite the opposite, actually. Strangely, it reminds me of a place I’d find back home.” Yennefer made no movements, save to shift the weight on her feet and idly fiddle with the charm on her choker to ensure the clasp was still in the back. “Despite the colour scheme of my wardrobe, my thoughts are not black and white. I understand what you mean. I think I’ve been cast as a villain in peoples’ eyes more than once, and maybe I would be more permanently labeled that if it were not for the people I remain close to.” Yennefer was quite sure that she would be a vastly different person if not for Geralt’s presence in her life, and Ciri went to further mellow out the cruelty that used to run in her veins.
“I think we have much more in common than I initially thought, you and I,” she remarked after a pause. She extended a hand in the space between them. “Yennefer of Vengerberg-- or Wilczynski, as I’m known here.”
wickedpotions:
✧･ﾟ ┊ ┊ ┊ ZSASZ && YENNEFER
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ZSASZ COCKED HIS HEAD SLIGHTLY TO THE SIDE. he took the woman’s words as a compliment, even if he hadn’t been expecting them. ❝I don’t think everyone would agree with you there, but most of them are … stuck up in their ideas and morals. People who are willing to look past that tend to think I’m pretty smart though.❞
HE KNEW HIS STUFF. he knew weapons, he knew how to kill. You could put him in an empty room and he could still come up with three ways to murder someone else. At least. People like Jimbo wouldn’t appreciate that. Or Slim Jim would pretend he didn’t appreciate it because he’s ❛morally❜ ❛superior❜. Whatever that was supposed to mean. ❝ It certainly fits you well. Looks like it was something you were meant to have. And in this town, you can’t ever be too careful when it comes to protecting yourself. Most things take it as a - stay outta my way and I’ll stay outta yours. But sometimes things get weird. ❞
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With a small laugh, Yennefer shook her head in amusement, “Yes, well, most people tend not to agree with me on many of my standpoints. No surprise there.”
While she absently examined the other weapons on the table, she thought on his words. How were people here managing to unknowingly spew things that boiled down to be about destiny? Even if it was a figure of speech, Yennefer was starting to hate the idea of ‘meant to be,’ even with something as minute as a blade. It didn’t crush her spirits too much, as she was much too pleased with her find.
His advice made well enough sense; it was similar to how certain cities were back on The Continent. People were still people, after all. Her hands retreated from the weaponry, and fingers tapped against the edge of the counter, “You sound like you speak from experience. What sort of weird?”
wickedpotions:
✧･ﾟ ┊ ┊ ┊ ZSASZ && YENNEFER
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ZSASZ DID UNDERSTAND THAT, VERY VERY WELL. ❝ i was trained to adapt in the moment to things going wrong. Things still are un-saveable at times, but I understand what you mean. You can’t plan for everything, and even if you do, the universe is chaotic and things will still go wrong. You just need to adjust and fix where you’re going. ❞
HE WATCHED HER CAREFULLY PICK OUT A BLADE AND BALANCE IT. yes, she did know exactly what she was doing. Which was good. The short swords didn’t get sold often, as they required a good bit of training. The people who did buy them, Zsasz suspected, just wanted to have a sword. But he liked having them in stock, if even just to have them here.
HE SQUINTED AT THE ONE SHE HELD IN HER HAND, going through the catalog in his head. ❝ That one is from one of the makers I contact in France. They specialize in swords, though I am only interested in the short ones. It’s a bit utilitarian, I know, but I’m sure you understand that they aren’t super popular here. ❞
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Fingers roving the hilt of the blade, the mage looked to him, a little glimmer of intrigue still in her eye. “It's good.” She played with the grip of it for a moment before continuing, “It's good to know that somebody else around here has a decent head on their shoulders… or perhaps it's concerning. Either way, you’re one of a small few I’ve met here that could say they’ve got a brain and not come out of it looking idiotic.”
She hadn’t necessarily meant it as a compliment, more a statement of observation. Yennefer knew stupid. She had worked for her fair share of stupid for decades, and he simply wasn’t it.
“Well, I think this one suits me well. Hopefully, I shan’t need use of it, but you can never be too careful,” Yennefer set the blade down on the counter again.
wickedpotions:
✧･ﾟ ┊ ┊ ┊ ZSASZ && YENNEFER
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ZSASZ COULDN’T HELP BUT SNORT. ❝ multitasking. A girl after my own heart, though Liz always got on me about enjoying a snack on the job. ❞ The woman certainly had an air about her that told him she knew what she was doing. There were some in Sallow Hills it would be stupid to sell more than a hunting or pocket knife too, lest they hurt themselves more than anything else. But he could tell she was pretty knowledgeable in the way she held herself. It wasn’t a fake sorta confidence in what she was looking for, but something fairly genuine.
❝ SOMETIMES, THOUGH, ZONING IN ON JUST ONE THING IS FUN. when you just let yourself focus on the hunt and nothing else. When it takes over your entire mind. ❞ He pushed away from the counter, eyes racking over the knives in front of him. He slid down to a different case, this one mainly filled with machetes. However, tucked away in the back away from just a skimming eye, were a few short swords. He pulled them out, laying them on the top of the case, then pulled out a few of his heftier daggers.
❝ HERE’S WHAT I GOT IN STOCK RIGHT NOW. if none of them suit your fancy, let me know what you like and don’t like about each of them and i can see what i can order the next time i get inventory. ❞
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You could never be too careful in unfamiliar places. A lesson Yennefer had learned all too well when she was much younger than she was today. Physical weapons had never been her preferred method of fighting, but one made sacrifices of aesthetics for safety.
When it takes over your entire mind. She nearly appreciated the sentiment, but the thought made her sick. She had done once. Her Chaos took over her mind as she became a conduit for it. It was a powerful move, but deadly, and it nearly took her. No, she was better off multitasking. “I suppose you’re right, but nothing is ever sure to work out the way you plan initially. You seem to be the type to understand that.”
Studying the cases with a keen eye, Yennefer carefully considered her options. She was no fighter, but she knew enough to get by. They seemed well crafted as they could be for this place, or she thought so anyway. “I’m sure one of these will work nicely, no need for special orders.” She paused, well manicured fingers ghosting over the hilts of the weapons, before they settled over a short sword, which she picked up to feel the balance of. Not completely liking the feel, she tried the next one over, which suited her hand much better. “This one is nice. What is it?”
wickedpotions:
✧･ﾟ ┊ ┊ ┊ ZSASZ && YENNEFER
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SHE DIDN’T SEEM TO BE THROWN OFF BY HIS KNIFE THROWING. which wasn’t a bad thing. If anything it made Zsasz more interested in the woman who’d walked into his shop. She hadn’t even flinched at his movement. It was impressive, and something that was a characteristic of his girls most of the time. It was a rare sight in most. One that he found in Michael Myers and at times Dean Winchester. ❝ Joke or not, it’s always good to prove oneself as excelling in their trade. My trade just happens to be weapons. ❞ And using those weapons, though there was little need for an assassin in Sallow Hills, so he didn’t need to get whispers around about that.
HE CROSSED THE ROOM, RETRIEVING THE KNIFE FROM WHERE IT HAD LODGED IN THE WALL. he brought it back to where it would find a home until someone bought it, tucked away in the knife display case. He leaned his elbows on the case after that, watching the woman carefully. ❝ My recommendation depends. What are you comfortable with? There’s lots of things here that are good for personal protection, but I wouldn’t recommend a rifle to someone who is more comfortable with blades. ❞
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People’s modalities were always of interest to the mage. If you watched how someone conducted themselves, you could predict future actions if you had a sharp enough mind. It was particularly helpful when there was a threat present, but from what she could tell, there wasn’t one here. It was bad for business to threaten people in your shop, and the man seemed to have his wits about him. Still, she watched intently as he moved about the room.
Yennefer drummed her fingers against the top of her forearm as she thought. Threat or no, you don’t walk around flaunting a weak spot, so she didn’t mention that she hadn’t the slightest clue what a rifle was. “Blades– that's where my skills lie. Nothing too heavy, and I’d prefer to have a free hand if need be. I like to be able to multitask, you see.”
She had a vague idea of what she wanted, but there was no telling what similarities laid between her realm and this one. There was a strange sense of comfort as her eyes swept the racks and shelves of the shop, before they settled back on him. He was watching her the same way that she was watching him. She liked that; it meant she was dealing with someone who had a brain. There were a surprising amount of people in this town who seemed to be lacking in that area. Mirroring his actions, she leaned her elbows on the case nearest her with a grin. “Easy enough request, so I’m sure you can help me find something.”
wickedpotions:
✧･ﾟ ┊ ┊ ┊ ZSASZ && YENNEFER
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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 ┊ ┊ ┊ 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.
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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.”
