#Cahir aep Ceallach

[hanzajesthanza]

appreciation for horse girl cahir

introduction as a character? what identifies him?

he has a really cool horse

main tool for his job? a horse

threatened that he will be killed—whatever. threatened that his horse will be killed?! i’m outta here!

the way that he becomes friends with milva? save the horses together

his fucking natural habitat: in battle, on a horse, with a sword

and in peacetime? chores in the company? oh, taking care of the horses

awkward situation? just go look at the horses

[fanfic-compass]

~Traditions~

Cahir x Fem!Reader

Summary: Cahir and the reader and invited to take part in the annual hunting tradition

Word count: 1.5K

Cahir was coming home after a long day of training and fighting. I had already prepared dinner and waited patiently for him to open the front door and greet me with his usual three kisses. And after only a short moment of waiting, he did just that. He walked in and came closer to me. Then he pressed a kiss on my forehead, my nose and finally he planted a longer kiss on my lips.

“How was work today, darling?” I asked, genuinely concerned because I knew about his rough schedule and how stressed and exhausted he always is when he returns home.

Cahir only sighed and shook his head, he was too tired to tell me anything. But then I realized how I could put the smile on his face that I loved to see so much.

“We got a letter today. An invitation, to be exact.”

“An invitation?” I could see the curiosity on my husband’s lovely face.

“Yes, indeed. It was written by your father and it said that we… well that you are invited on some kind of hunt down in Vicovaro. Do you happen to know anything about that?”

A bright smile appeared on his face like some kind of switch was turned instantly.

“Of course I do. I can’t believe it, finally we’re in again.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about… How about we have dinner now and you tell me everything I should know?”

Said and done. Cahir told me everything about this hunting tradition he got invited to. He told me that every year the families with the highest reputations in Vicovaro get invited to some kind of hunting competition and that sadly over the last few years Cahir and his family couldn’t attend this because every year, different problems occurred. With his father’s sickness and the death of his oldest brother Aillil, every year brought some reason for them to not be able to go hunting but this year, everything was going well and the family finally got invited again. And while the men were out hunting all day, competing to see who would get the biggest loot, the wives would stay in the darn of the host, this year it was Cahir’s family, and prepare the large feast for the evening, which meant that I was invited too.

So some days later we started our journey south to Vicovaro, Cahir’s “real home” as he always called it. With every mile we got closer to his homeland, I could see the excitement in his eyes growing and it was absolutely adorable.

And then we arrived in front of the darn that belonged to his family. It had been a while since we have last been there but now we were finally there again. We got greeted by Cahir’s parents who hugged both of us tightly. I was so happy that they accepted me into their family.

It was already late so we all enjoyed dinner and then Cahir and I headed off to bed. The next morning was when the hunt finally began. Cahir gave me a quick peck “for luck” and then he started going into the woods with his family, all in full armor and carrying the family crest. And while they were gone, I headed into the kitchen where the women of the family of the host and also of the guests would prepare the feast for the return of their men.

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So we were all standing in the kitchen cutting, stirring, mixing, cooking and, of course, talking. This was my first time being part of this tradition so I somehow got to be the center of attention. So many elderly ladies asked me about Cahir, our wedding and our relationship, if I really loved him or if we married for money and status and of course my favorite question: “When are the children coming?” I told these women that Cahir was very busy and that we didn’t want to rush into something we weren’t ready for but in reality, no matter how hard we tried, I couldn’t get pregnant. This was none of the women’s business though so I didn’t want to tell them.

“You do know about the tradition, right?” One of the elderly ladies started. When I only gave her a questioning look she started to explain herself. “It’s been a tradition that after a successful return of the men, their wives would reward them at night. Perhaps you should take this chance to try for a baby?”

When I heard this I accidentally snapped. “This is none of your business. We try for a baby when we’re ready.” After a moment I realized that I was rude. “I’m sorry. I just don’t like talking about such private matters.”

With that I quickly went away. I tried to forget what the woman said but I was curious so I decided to ask one of the sisters of Cahir about this “tradition”.

“Oh yes. It is a tradition of the loving wives to welcome their husbands back home. After the feast the wife asks her husband to take her somewhere private and then the husband picks her up and carries her out of the room.”

I blush at this tradition. Growing up I was taught to never talk about such private and intimate things and this tradition just seemed so inappropriate. So then I was wondering why Cahir didn’t tell me before.

“Perhaps he knew you don’t like such things and didn’t want to make you uncomfortable?” His sister guessed and I just shrugged it off, a little embarrassed.

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In the evening, after countless hours of being annoyed by old women, we finally heard the loud clattering of metal, indicating that the men had returned. We all walked to the entrance and saw Cahir and his family looking rather proud and the other families looking disappointed but not really angry or mad. I ran up to Cahir and hugged him tightly.

“We did it.” He told me. “After so many years we finally got victorious again.”

“I’m so proud of you.” I told him and gave him a small peck on the lips to which he grinned.

“I believe it had something to do with you. You’re my lucky charm.”

“I’m glad you’re back.” I whispered and giggled a little. “Now I don’t have to endure all these old ladies any longer.”

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The evening is joyful, loud, filled with music and good food. And after we all ate so much we almost burst, Cahir took my hand and led me to the dance floor. His movements were elegant and graceful, he has always been a good dancer. We looked at each other lovingly and enjoyed each other’s company and warmth and we swayed to the music. Every now and then Cahir leaned down to kiss my forehead or my nose or to give my lips a little peck and I always had to giggle a little.

“These women are watching us.” I whispered which made him smile a little.

“Can you blame them? We’re by far the sweetest couple and you’re by far the most beautiful lady in all of Vicovaro, oh what am I saying… you’re by far the most beautiful lady on the entire continent. Besides… most of their marriages had nothing to do with love so I imagine it’s exciting for them to see a young couple truly in love.”

I giggle again. “Oh, is that so?” I say teasingly.

“Absolutely. I adore and worship you and I am totally devoted to you. With every day that passes I feel my love and admiration for you growing more and more. With every single minute that passes you get more beautiful and I am so happy to be able to say that your heart belongs to me and that mine belongs to you.”

I started tearing up at his sweet words and pulled him down and kissed him with much more passion and dedication than I normally would have dared when so many others were around. I didn’t care about them, the only thing I cared about was my beloved husband. And then I remembered that tradition so I leaned in close and whispered:

“I know about what we’re supposed to do after this feast… so would you please take me somewhere private, my beloved husband?”

Cahir blushed for a short moment but he picked me up as if he was waiting for me to ask him that. He carried me out of the big dining hall, not being bothered by all the people watching us. He carried me to his childhood bedroom where we spent all night making love, talking, cuddling and enjoying each other’s company. And little did we know that we managed to create a new life in this very night.

[isilloth-draws]

Cahir aep Ceallach from the Witcher (Wiedźmin) books by Andrzej Sapkowski.

[varmorit]

Миди с Фандомной Битвы

Наконец-то я могу деанонить работу для ФБ за команду "Ведьмака". Моя нежно любимая ведьмачья гавань, в которой я лениво играю уже 5-й год.

В этом году я наконец прочитала прослушала все книги, так что у меня появилось полноценное понимание феномена любви к Кагыру. Все это смешалось с тумбой, и в общем, где-то под июнь я как раз постила кое-что с ними.

Вот это оно

«Темный сплав»

ФД: Сапковский Анджей «Ведьмак» (Сага о ведьмаке), The Witcher

Рейтинг: NC-21

Направленность: Смешанная

Описание: Цирилла спасает Кагыра аэп Кеаллах из-под удара меча Лео Бонарта и, сделав его своим наложником, принимается мстить за всех и вся. Одним из орудий ее мести становится благородный Морвран Воорхис, на свою голову недавно заключивший с дочерью императора помолвку.

Почитать АОЗ (https://archiveofourown.org/works/58588951) Фикус (https://fanficus.com/post/66f3fd2ac09d570015434b72) ФБ (https://ficbook.net/readfic/019228f9-3a66-7a07-aa01-2d6f8cf5d0ce)

P.S. Крепл�� картиночкой платишко Цирьки, срисованное с костюма ее батька.

[jawanaka]

@andordean

omg i’m so sorry xD 

[nopekaat]

Currently sketching the hanza for the first time 👀

Drawing geralt is my worst nightmare I don’t know why hhh

[onlymagpie]

For the doodle prompt: perhaps the fish soup scene in Baptism of Fire? Maybe Geralt reluctantly peeling the vegetables after Dandelion tells him to? To me that's one of the most heartwarming scenes in the entire series. :)

you're so based for this anon

[angelellipsis-devilofdots]

we got it guys

[disdaidal]

"I do not wish to fight you." THE WITCHER S03E06

[blueallihc]

I love their "sibling" relationship so much

[sgushyonka]

modern ru au (god it took so long to draw)

[hanzajesthanza]

costume design for my stage adaptation of chapter 9 of lady of the lake (stygga castle). this work was done in 2021, as the final project for my costume design class.

see the context and preliminary work for this project in this ask post.

i regret not being more fanciful and symbolic with the costumes (you can kind of see this direction in regis' designs, i was more explorative with his as he is a supernatural creature), but at the time i was more focused on accuracy to the book description, and felt i should try to 'do it justice' first: ascertain something like what they could have actually worn, just to give myself a starting point of realism.

(some noted inaccuracies: i didn't feel comfortable drawing yennefer as battered and bloody as she would have realistically been, so i didn't reflect this in my design. i also messed up on ciri's scar, because i didn't do my due diligence at the time).

i'd love to work on this hypothetical adaptation more and redesign these costumes to be more fitting with my updated vision at some point.

[ilmarisart]

normal guy from Vicovaro

[justcallmejoe]

my life is yours. so take it.

[varmorit]

Вот так для меня звучит Кагыр Аэп Кеалах

Gurude - Válde mu alcessat idja (Ethnic Ambient Version)

Споти | ЯМ

Песня на саамском языке, название переводится как «Усынови меня ночь».

Слова (в переводе): Усынови меня, ночь, Позволь лететь звездным клином, Моя тоска тебе дочь, Я буду ласковым сыном. Усынови меня, ночь, Позволь быть чьей -то мечтою, Чтоб среди тысячи звезд, Упасть заветной звездою…

Комментарий автора: "Она [песня] о тоске по небу и звездам, она об одиночестве, она о служении творца.

Забавное: долгое время я слышала среди строчек что-то вроде "Как Шарль Де Голль"

А еще я словила на этой песне гиперфикс и буду ее вертет-крутеть весь вечер, если не до вечера следующего дня. Личнотэги: инспро, возьмак

[kashuan]

some general hanza sketches but primarily a lot of of angoulême, and thinking about some of her dynamics with the rest of the group :,)