#but WHY elen

[elen-aranel]

I am such a problem. I was sitting in a cafe earlier today and had such a strong inspiration for a new craft which I don’t have time for that I couldn’t be satisfied until I’d spent like £20 on Amazon.

[rebrandedbard]

modern day kindergarten teacher!jaskier and parent!geralt with little ciri, please? i was re-reading a fanfic based on this not too long ago ❤ thank you!

Oh I highly recommend this tooth rotting fluff: Give Me Nothing, Give Me You by dls for some cute kindergarten teacher Jaskier and Dadralt content.

[xejune]

indulging myself with a knight!ciri cooldown sketch ⚔️

[self-righteous-idiot]

"The Third, sword that cuts"

            Dubbiel shouldn’t have survived the purge. She knew this. She wasn’t the strongest Third Circle, or the smartest. She was the smallest and perhaps the stubbornest. Perhaps that is why when Command ordered all Third Circle angels to stand down, to let their fellow angels grant them peace, she didn’t listen.

            Her bad habits saved her. Rather than resting on her Beacon watching Yofiel, or sleeping before her shift, she wandered off. The once beautiful field of flowers that surrounding the Beacon called to her. When the order came, no one was near enough to her to instantly smite her. She stumbled when she heard Hamaliel’s quiet scream as they were smote by Sabrael, their commander. Command echoed in her head, demanding compliance and a bowed head. Dubbiel, her hands full of tattered and bloodstained flowers, fled from her comrades, her siblings.

            All three sets of wings beating furiously, she slammed through the server border and tumbled through the Void. She screamed into the nothingness, as she heard her fellow Beacons disappear. The beacons dimmed, and the familiar songs disappeared. Behind her, on the server she had escaped, she heard Yofiel’s last note fade into nothingness.

            The shock forced her downwards, and she spiraled into the weak walls of a public server. Command was still echoing in her head, and she couldn’t think. Dropping her flowers, she scrambled for her dagger.

            All she could think incoherently was that she wanted Command out of her head. If Command wanted her dead, then she could not let Command in her head. She was alive, and she owed Command nothing, least of all her death. She tugged her long braid to the side, and pried with her knife, screaming in pain and anger. The pain is not the worst Dubbiel has felt in her short life, though it comes close.

            When her eyes can focus again, two people are crouched in front of her.

            ��Are you ok?” a blue haired man asks her. “That did not look healthy.”

            Dubbiel blinks at the offered hand. “I will be ok.” She won’t, she can’t be. She has heard the screams of her siblings as they were ordered to kill each other.

            “I’m Scott.” He gently helps her up. “The handsome one hovering behind me is Jimmy. You can come with us. At least for a bit. You’re clearly running from something; judging by your general lack of anything other than armor, I doubt you planned on running.”

            “At least come have something to eat.” Jimmy cuts in.

            Dubbiel pauses, overwhelmed by the events of the day, disoriented by so much death. Neither of them seem to be offering any harm, but anything would be better than Command's cold demand for a quiet death. “Ok.”

            “What’s your name?” Scott asks. His voice remains gentle, as he and Jimmy lead her swiftly towards a world portal. She can see various players and hybrids side-eyeing her, and her wings and the blood she can feel trickling down her back.

            “Dubbiel.” She whispers. That was what Command had called her. Dubbiel of the Third Circle, good only for Beacons. If Command had no use for Beacons anymore, then she had no use.

            “Shubble?” Jimmy asks. “That’s a nice name.”

            She rolls that name around her mind. Shubble. That doesn’t sound like an angel name. It doesn’t sound like a name Command would give. It will do for now, she supposes. “Shubble.” She tries to imagine herself as a Shubble. “Yes, I’m Shubble.” It doesn’t feel right, it feels like a pauldron that’s too big. But, she might be able to grow into it, and it doesn’t feel wrong like Dubbiel.

            “Lovely to meet you Shubble.” Scott says. “How do you feel about building?” ~~~~~ Author's note: This is a drabble (hopefully the first of a few) that takes place in @greenekangaroo's Cursed Beacon Timeline. I have borrowed heavily from their lore, and possibly will continue to do so. If curious about this au, go check out their much better writing! The Skizz in their stories is amazing.

And uh, yeah! That's it for me for now. If you have questions or prompts, I will accept both, I love feedback, and I promise I might get to it eventually.

[lafamilledelioncourt]

me, with cirilla of cintra in one arm, the vampire claudia in the other, and jason todd on my back, doing my best samwise gamgee voice: i can't save me from my childhood trauma, but i can save you!

[biboomerangboi]

If you want me to care instantly about a piece of media just add a pathetic little guy who’s a bit fucked up but he’s a good dad (bonus points if they acquired the child through circumstances rather than it’s their own kid.)

[disdaidal]

incorrect witcher ◆ 1/∞

[cliji]

[percyjackson-the-college-years]

I have no one to talk to about this

[witcherscreenshotsdump]

[silver-horse]

So in The Witcher 4 Jo Wyatt is no longer the voice of Ciri ? Kinda sad about that tbh, I am very used to her voice ...

[heytheredeann]

Pack your bags / and close the door. Kiss mother's cheek / and hug father.

[the-apprentice-lia]

what the fuck is it with ciri and destroying centuries-old monuments???? like give it a rest for one (1) episode. please.

[gonemadgirl]

beth and me have talked about it a lot. but i wanna talk about alice in tangled a bit more okay cause like.

Alice is a lil girl who lives in old corona, she's quiet, she's shy, she follows her mom or sister around like a lost puppy when she can. she walks around with bruises visible, and flinches away from people.

Then Alice disappears for an extended amount of time, and just comes back and shes just kinda like that now. A lil more weird and a lil louder than before. She has far more bruises and wounds, but she's also going up to other children and grabbing them to play. and she keeps talking about absolute nonsense.

and other adults just keep going up to Quirin begging him to do something because everyone knows what's happening with helen. Everyone thinks that Alice's disapperance with just extended abuse. But what can Quirin do to the Kingsleigh family? Helen is a very high ranking noble. What can he do? But everyone in Old Corona keeps begging him, and so he promises to keep an eye on her.

But jesus christ how can u keep an eye on a child who's willing to run head first into a charging horse and what the fuck did she just put in her mouth and where the fuck did she go she was literally just here??? And just, basically, Quirin just kinda shoves Varian at Alice hoping that either the two of them will cancel eachother out, or one of them will be a good influence, or at absolute bare minimum, Varian will probably tell Quirin about their 'adventures'.

Also, how long was alice gone? Well, no one's really sure??? Cause it wasn't weird to not see her for a few days. They know that at least two to three weeks passed. But it might have been longer. All they know is that Alice wasn't so shy and had a sword when she came back lol

[decahedrones]

Ciri thorough the game

Part 3 - Hunting the basilisk

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[amphorographia]

- @reverendyoda

*police sirens in the distance*

Geralt, who has done nothing wrong: They're coming for me

Jaskier, currently wanted for pick-pocketing, aggravated assault, identity theft, credit card fraud, and arson: *sipping smoothie* yeah, probably