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ofaretuza · 5 years ago
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‘Robert Frost‘ Quotes; sentence starters  Accepting ⛧  @suhmuse  said “Freedom lies in being bold.” from c i r i 
In the wake of the vehement statement, the sorceress remained silent, her expression unchanged. Though she appeared almost indifferent, the intensity in her eyes betrayed the truth—she was fully focused on her charge, dissecting not just the words uttered, but every individual nuance of the girl’s composure, from the fierceness that sparked in those large green eyes to the ferocity of the scowl that had flickered across her face.
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Feral little witcher-girl, full of such indomitable spirit. How ironic that you are ruled by your emotions. Just like me. Just like him—though he’d deny those very emotions exist with his last breath. Had things worked out differently between us...
No. I mustn’t think it. Mustn’t imagine what might have been—the pain is too great. Focus on the task at hand, not on mistakes made in the past that cannot be changed!
Mentally shoving aside the wave of sorrow before it could take root and drown her, she narrowed her eyes, concentrating on the girl and the statement presented, which was satisfactory on the surface, yet woefully incomplete.
A dark brow arched upward in contemplation, the silence between them dragging out as she returned to pondering the meaning of all the tiny little hints Ciri had unconsciously displayed.  She would wager that the spark in the girl’s eyes was excitement—she’d most likely been thinking of boldness in the most obvious form. The sort of boldness demonstrated by Geralt and the other Witchers—dauntless and daring, displaying far too much valorous courage and far too little common sense. Following that train of thought to the next, she could surmised that given Ciri’s preoccupation with becoming a witcher, she no doubt imagined that freedom somehow translated and corresponded to a life spent on the road slaying monsters.
A soft sound escaped her—one comprised of frustration and a heavy dose of irritation, though neither pertained to nor were directed at the young girl beside her; no, there was another target entirely, though she certainly couldn’t point that out to her charge. They belonged solely to the man who’d asked her to help Ciri master her abilities—to teach her about magic and the control thereof, nothing more. Without a doubt, he would not take kindly to her overstepping the bounds of that agreement... however, she’d promised the girl sincerity in  all things—and she had not thought to limit that promise to subjects of a strictly magical nature.
Oh he’s placed me in a wretched position—do I hold my tongue so as to not contradict what they might���ve taught her, or do I speak freely, and in doing so be true to myself and the promise I made her?
Her jaw tensed—it was the only outwards sign of the turmoil that was taking place in her mind.
“Correct, yet incorrect at the same time, my ugly one,” she said finally. “And before you bristle and hiss like an angry kitten, yes, those two terms can most certainly apply to the same thing.  Your tone was enthusiastic and full of conviction... your eyes aflame with the same, even as you postured and attempted what I can only presume is your version of the White Wolf’s vicious snarl. Each of those things indicates that you were not speaking from a place of logic and reason, but rather allowing your emotions and feelings to gain the upper hand... which is rather amusing since I assume you were answering with thoughts of becoming a witcher filling your head... and they all  claim  to be void,  totally emotionless creatures.”
Her tone inadvertently shifted, sounding jaded and bitter towards the end; she frowned—unfortunately, there was no undoing what was done, she could only hope that the girl hadn’t caught the slip.
“Thinking like a witcher isn’t a bad thing, in and of itself—provided you keep in mind that society will never consider you as such at first glance. When they look at you, they will not see a witcher... they will see a girl, and as far as they are concerned, girls aren’t allowed to be bold or free.  We have discussed this topic before, albeit briefly... now it seems we must revisit it, expounding on the issue. You must never forget that the fairer sex are always at a disadvantage when it comes to society as a whole. Men hold themselves above us, seeing us as nothing more than chattel—as such, our thoughts and opinions don’t matter, simply because we are women. To most of them women have no purpose in life other than satisfying their needs when it comes to pleasure or bearing a brood of sons to prove their virility.”
She paused for a moment, lips twitching at the fiery spark of anger that appeared in the girl’s eye—knowing instinctively what she was thinking and responding before the objection could be voiced.
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“I said  ­most  of them—not all. It’s quite obvious that Geralt and the others have evolved beyond such idiotic, archaic notions—the fact they trained you in the witchery ways proves it.” She reached over, smoothing an unruly strand of hair behind the girl’s ear—making a mental note to take care of it with her scissors when they returned to their room. “Unfortunately, you can’t hide away in the Keep forever, Ciri... as lovely as that thought might be.”
Once again, her tone betrayed her, the wistful, dreamy quality exposing secrets not meant to be told. Memories swarmed her—recollections of Kaer Morhen, and the days and nights she’d spent at his side; for a dozen heartbeats, she could not speak, then she cleared her throat, irritated with herself for the momentary lapse of control.
“The one you have placed on a pedestal  has given you one example of boldness, now it is up to me to give you another that is far more important... one that will help you not just as a witcher, but as a woman who is driven by emotion.   Society will penalize you for that as well, you see—men will use it against you. Rather than debate your comments, they will dismiss them, using any emotion you might display against you—labeling you an illogical female, incapable of seeing reason. Which is why you must learn to master those emotions and hide them away deep inside where the world cannot see them.” Her lips twisted wryly. “I am sure you have heard whispers about my coldness... my icy nature—I know what is said about me, Ciri. It suits my purpose. When I speak, people listen. When I offer advice, they contemplate what I’ve said. And when I am displeased, they are contrite, for everyone knows that the cold iciness of winter is far more dangerous than the warmth of summer.“
She was surprised to find that she’d begun stroking Ciri’s hair as she spoke; the gesture was the exact sort of indulgence she rarely allowed herself to partake in at all—limiting the brief instances to when she helped the girl with her grooming. She’d forbidden herself anything more—it was a dangerous thing to do. She couldn’t allow herself to become attached in the slightest, for if she did, it would hurt far too much when their time together came to an end.
She’s his... not mine—no matter how much I wish it otherwise. He will reclaim her, and when he does, I will have to let her go.
That’s all there is to it.
“And thus, we come to the sort of boldness that involves heart, mind and spirit, my feral little witcher-girl. It is not marked by a lack of restraint or a lack of control. Nor is it steered by untamed emotions that will make you careless, or by a rebellious, recusant attitude.” The sorceress pulled away, standing up and making a show of smoothing the wrinkles from her skirt; her icy mask was affixed firmly in place—betraying not a hint of the dismay she felt at the loss of that small, warm body cuddled up against her side.
“Boldness in its truest sense is comprised of purpose driven, intentional behavior and strong conviction. It requires aligning your heart and mind to the truth that you feel at your innermost core and embracing it fully, Ciri. It means having a purpose—one so clear and bright that you would never relinquish it; something you believe in so strongly that you would rather die than abandon it. That feeling of complete certainty... when you embrace it, and act on it, you are truly bold, and when you have that sort of boldness, you will always have the sort of freedom that no man can ever take away from you... because it is rooted in your soul.”
With that, the sorceress turned away—a silent indication that their lesson was done. However, the truth was that she’d turned away to hide her expression from her charge—afraid that the surge of emotion she felt in that moment would reflect across her face.
Oh, my White Wolf... I envy you your true purpose.
Would that I could take your Surprise for my own, I would keep her by my side forever and never let her go.
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cxmplicatedbynature · 5 years ago
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@suhmuse​ || starter call
“Stay out of trouble,” Geralt had said, and he’s trying, he really is, after all, how much trouble can one find in a brothel? He can almost imagine Geralt’s snort of laughter, following by a gentle reminder of how his last visit to Toussant ended (or almost ended), but he’s not worried. He’s not promised Annarietta anything on this trip, except a bit of pleasure for letting the Witcher out of prison.
There’s absolutely no reason that he can’t visit whatever brothels he choses, and this one looks just perfect. 
Dandelion walks in, freezes, turns around and walks back out.
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“Oh no,” he says, giving a sharp shake of his head. “I will have no more ghosts, no more. None. First Geralt, then Regis” -and he’s still recovering from that, since the Vampire had quite literally stepped out of the shadows at him, and Geralt (who hadn’t thought to mention that their friend was back) had only laughed- “I will not be seeing anymore ghosts today. No.” 
Particularly not Angouleme, not given what he’d learned about her from the Countess de Stael. No, she’s dead, gone, and he’s almost happier if she stays that way (is the biggest lie he’s ever told himself).
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zagubionywilk · 5 years ago
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@suhmuse​  --   Freeze! You’re under arrest for being so nice and cute. Copy this message to 10 other blogs that you think are beautiful and deserve it. Keep the game going and make others feel beautiful!!! 💖🌸💕🌷💗🌺💓
                                                        unprompted ask
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LONE WOLF.   i don’t really throw chains to the wind because i just  , ,  love everyone and think most are nice and cute from who i’m mutuals with   (   and i wrack my brain over 10 whole people  )   but thank you so much for thinking of me this is so sweet <3  !!   right back at you and:   @jaskicr​  /  @legendmade​  /  @glamorwitch​  /  @lutesing​  @elderheir​   /  @wyzszy​  /  @onlyliberty​  /  @onlycertainty​  /  @snarkomancy​  @skjebne​   /   @hollowedpie​  /  @lutanistbloomed​  /  @holyreign​  !!
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bunnivalentine · 5 years ago
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send me a misconception you think people have about my character and I'll explain if it's true or not. + @suhmuse​ @lsmydesign​
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*rolls the sleeves UP* let’s start with the cannibalism.
Micha does NOT condone cannibalism. Shocking am I right? She hates the business, hates the fact she CAN see past what others do, but absolutely loves the money she received from working the black market. There is no power in eating trophies or allowing parts to collect up in her freezer. Most days, she likes to hire out for the dirty work. No, she will not seduce your muse to cook them either. It’s all BUSINESS baby. Her hate for it often leads her to eat anything besides meat. She does love seafood, sushi and can destroy some lobster. On the rare occasion she does crave a burger or steak, ( it does happen once in a blue moon) find her at your local grocery store buying a box of wine, cubed steak and probably some fresh vegetables. She loves cooking for others, entertaining and seeing the smile on their face when they taste her food / sweets but unless a muse has specifically bought from the bm, or through ronan, you can get a guarantee you are eating what she’s telling you it is. call her crazy, but consent is absolutely IMPORTANT to her !!!!!! And also her style of cooking / baking is made for comfort. Ie; stews, soups, pasta etc etc.
and now to discuss her absolute thottery. LUL.
So. Micha , ( like many ) enjoy sex. She is not addicted but she can make her bed comfortable when it needs to be. She often finds herself flirting more than anything. If and when she manages to make TIME for a partner, or even a one night stand, it is more than likely once a week, IF THAT. She owns two businesses, ( one highly illegal djdsdaj ) has to watch her step and somehow has to manage getting some sleep. While she jokes a lot, I promise she tends to shut down more people than sleep with them. The chase is much more fun than the catch. She really enjoys arguing, making men ( OR LADIES ;D )  angry and then crushing their dreams with her bloooody shoes ayeeee c: 
Now. That is Micha single, a business woman and an emotionally suppressed cunt. 
Micha...when she FINDS someone who is worth her goddamn TIME? Who she cares about??? CLINGY. Can’t get enough. A literal koala. If she trusts her partner, she is going the distance for them. Any affection she did not receive as a child? Hi, she wants a snuggle. She’s becoming a homemaker. betty crocker martha stewart whomst?????  It’s too much. She’s getting her partner addicted to her you feel me ??? So yeah, she can be an absolute slut for her partners. Everyone else gets shit on their grave. 
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vyrulent · 5 years ago
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@suhmuse​ sent “you’ll be okay” from this meme
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“Oh, Mina,” fear laced through her words as she reached for her dearest of friends. How could she explain what was happening to her when she hadn’t the slightest of ideas as to what was happening? “I wish I could believe you.”
There were so many sounds that Lucy could now hear -- the maids gossiping in the cellar about their midnight romps in the city or the mice gnawing at wood beams in the attic -- and darker thoughts that she wished were never understood.
“You’d think me one of Jack’s patients if I told you what I wish to tell someone...”
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snarkomancy · 5 years ago
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@suhmuse feat. Angouleme
The great grey owl cocks her head, watching the child below through narrowed eyes as she skips across the clearing, the nonsensical sing song of her voice carrying up into the trees.
Lonely.
Philippa knows a lonely child when she sees one. She recalls another lonely little girl, a long time ago, and she cannot help but feel a twinge of sympathy.
Feathers rustle as she spreads her wings, dropping from her perch, letting the current carry her as she plunges downwards.
Her mind touches the girl’s thoughts ever so gently. She is a flash of dappled shadow amongst the trees.
It hurts, doesn’t it? It hurts to be alone like this.
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twicexbladedarchived · 5 years ago
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“so you wanna tell me there’s TWO of you?” incoming headache in three... two... one...
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witcherpathmoved · 5 years ago
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@suhmuse​ + ciri.
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“You must be Ciri.” She says, the figure in front of her vastly different compared to the castle’s usual occupants. Much smaller to boot. “Vesemir mentioned that we got a new guest to Kaer Morhen.” She holds out her hand. “I’m Sera.”
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daggersandpoison · 5 years ago
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suhmuse replied to your post: so who’s gonna manhandle kayli and pin her against...
sophie vc: there are handles made of men ???
kayli.exe has stopped working
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witcherblooded · 5 years ago
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suhmuse replied to your post “cries about geralt’s fear being the wild hunt cries about my hc being...”
please tell me more about Sad
You want more sad? Alright, remember you asked for it.
Geralt’s worst fear is losing Ciri in any shape or form. So to see a nightmare played out before him with him losing her in both ways is terrifying for him. He is frozen to his spot, helpless, unable to do anything to save her. He hasn’t been that helpless since he was a child abandoned by his mother.
Geralt wants to be the best father he can be, the parent he never had, he wants to give Ciri the world and to allow her to be taken by the Wild Hunt and murdered means he has failed as a Father.
In the cave of dreams, the nightmares feel very real. Like they aren’t even nightmares. In that moment, when he is stuck, he feels despair and agony and he feels as if he failed her entirely.
He failed as a father and protector.
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lionorsa-a · 5 years ago
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                    if Ciri looked back, she was lost... feat. @suhmuse.
don’t rb unless you’re tagged.
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cxmplicatedbynature · 5 years ago
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     “Tell…” Angoulême’s lips moved slower and with more difficulty. “Say, you’re still a princess… In Cintra… I’ll be rewarded, right? You’ll make me… a Countess? Tell me. Do not lie… Can you? Tell me.”      “Don’t talk. Save your strength.”      Angoulême sighed, suddenly leaned forward and rested her forehead on Ciri’s shoulder.      “I knew…” She said quite clearly. “I knew a whorehouse in Toussaint was a better idea.”      It took a long time before Ciri realized that she was holding a dead girl in her arms.
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zagubionywilk · 5 years ago
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@suhmuse​​  --   The apparition isn't the adult he last saw, but the child he may remember. She blows strand of ashen hair out of her face. "Was it because I wasn't small anymore?" The apparition asks. Big emerald eyes stare up at the Witcher. "You used to believe in me then. You told me so. You promised forever, Geralt. Why did you lie?" ( hi miles :) )
                                                          unprompted ask
               >> ⚔️ <<                         SIX YEARS ISN’T SO LONG IN A LIFE AS LONG AS HIS   but this  . .   this was   more   than that.   this   APPARITION    was not of her adult figure but that of her as a child.  the child   SURPRISE    he loved so much,   has always loved.   air grew hard to breathe as his jaw grew tight.  he   SHOOK   his head,  it    wasn’t   that   --------------   he believed in her but it   . .   
he feared   MUCH    that he didn’t allow her the ability to grow and believe in herself.  that’s what he should have focused on.   he had   GOTTEN HER BACK     after the trauma of thinking he had    lost her   on that   ISLE.   
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he thought he had been doing what was best for her   (    AREN’T PARENTS SUPPOSED TO LOOK AFTER THEIR CHILDREN    ??   )    but in doing so he had made her feel he had lost   FAITH   in her.
                    ❝         NO.   i was just    . .         ❞                      
                                     SCARED   ??   TERRIFIED   ??   UNSURE   ??   
                    ❝          I FEARED    losing you.   i never stopped beliving in you    --------   i merely feared the   PROPHECY    that foretold your death,  no   ;   your   sacrifice    ciri.  i tried to change fate.  i   . .  i was   hard   on you because that’s how    I    was brought up.   i promised forever yet never knew how our   DESTINES   would end.  how my decisions brought about your end.  you were always my little girl.        ❞                       he utters,  feeling his   SLOW    heart breaking   FURTHER   than it already had.  
his humanity had been her.  she had kept him together   ;   her   NATURE   was kind and as she died it all died with him.  the   WITCHER    had been left a shell of a former   self    that had been slowly chipped away.   it wasn’t   BECAUSE   of her.  it never was.
                   ❝         I    failed you.   i suffocated you.   in   my own   failure you died.   we     BOTH    did.        ❞                      
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chcngenation · 5 years ago
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@suhmuse liked for *Rolls dice* Ariya
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Ariya is sure she’s unnerved this mage woman, but she cannot help the way that her eyes cling to her, something about her drawing Ariya’s innate curiosity. Perhaps it is the magic she knows courses within her fellow Grey-Warden’s blood, but no there is something else. 
“Where are you from?” She finds herself asking one night around the campfire.
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bunnivalentine · 5 years ago
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@suhmuse​ +JASKIER ! 
The fire ridden mage wants to go on in peace. She could set the bard ablaze; but she chooses a simple warning. Did she have to have her ale with a side of obnoxious twat? 
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“ jaskier, do you ever shut the fuck up? is SILENCE in your VOCABULARY? ” 
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snarkomancy · 5 years ago
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❛ I did only what I had to do. If I could have given my life for yours, I would have. ❜ angie ( kobloid ) to auntie owl
@kobloid
She is disarmed by the statement. This, she didnot expect. Angouleme isnot lying – of that, Philippa is certain. She turns the words over in her head,dissects them, puts them back together. The meaning remains the same.
Something closes up inside her. Something coldand dark, wrapping itself around that painful place where she stillfeels, where honest words can still wound her.
The magician’s face does not betray her, inscrutableand masklike as always.
She cannot accept this.
It will not do.
This is weakness, vulnerability, and she –
She will do what she has to do.
The magician shakes her head, her eyes are coldand dead.
“You are being sentimental, needlesslydramatic, and entirely inappropriate.” Words meant to cut, topierce, to wound. This needs to hurt. 
“I have no need of your sacrifice, child. Infact, I have no need of you, as it stands.”
Everything I touch, I destroy.
If only there was magic in her. There would havebeen a way, then. But she has looked and looked again and looked even deeper,right to the depths of Angouleme’ssoul and come up, time and time again, with nothing. Not a single sparkof it.
“Here, take this. Keep yourself fed, a roof overyour head. I am no monster.”
A lie, and she knows it. But she’s simply doingwhat she has to do, isn’t she? She can’t be responsible for her. Shecould not possibly f e e l -
Why does it hurt, deep down in her chest?  
Why does it hurt?
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