#ciri x roche

[cilil]

Use this hashtag if you are against their (fans of ships Cerys/Ciri/Voorhis and Roche/Iorveth) hate #stophatevernonciri and #cirysnotcanon #rorvethnotcanon

[greenapplespider]

Are you married and have children, but you paint and love gays? Does your husband know about your fetishes? It would be disgusting for any normal man.

I’m a stay at home mom too and I make sure to draw my yaoi in a righteous and god-fearing sort of way 😔

[cenviswasteland]

HELLO. THANK YOU FOR HATING ROCHECIRI OR JUST THINKING THIS SHIP IS SHIT, BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY NO ONE CAN LIKE THIS SHIP! BYE!

whoa. okay buddy. uhm.

i dont go here??? i dont know who these people are??? holy fuck dude you cant just come out swinging like this.

i don't "hate" any ships, my guy. i just don't know what the hell is going on. you've been running around on anon, yelling at random people to like a ship that you don't explain. I AM NOT IN THE WITCHER FANDOM. I DO NOT KNOW WHO THESE PEOPLE ARE.

how, pray tell, am i supposed to hate a ship that i know literally nothing about???

i'd love to have an actual conversation with you about this pairing. i would love to see you start writing fic or making fanart for them. they clearly mean a whole lot to you if you're getting up in arms about them. but this is not the way to get people invested in your ship. this just leaves a bad fucking taste in peoples' mouths.

please, log off. go outside. eat a banana. do a push-up. literally anything that's not sitting here and yelling at strangers on the internet over fictional characters.

peace love and little donuts.

[felicyta-of-rivia]

What's scary about RocheCiri? Why do others always tell them no? :(

Okay... at first I thought there was a mistake and this question was for someone whose blog simply has a similar name. however, after I received the second question... oh..

To answer your question: honestly? I think nothing. I had to prepare a bit and asked my friends who are fans of the universe. most of them haven't even heard of this ship, and the rest who have met it before have a rather ambivalent attitude towards it.

[ladymarinamart]

[anonymousblueberry]

RocheCiri is beautiful too

You know what... I was gonna ignore this, because I was going to be mature. But you keep sending me DMs (I'm assuming its you because they're not actually showing up, because that's what happens when you block someone) and you keep being a dick to my friends. So... I wrote you some Ciri/Roche (a pairing, I would like to point out, that I had no issue with... not my jam, but eh)

This is going behind a cut because it does have PiV sex and a large swathe of implied relationships going on here.

So, they're all at Kaer Morhen and it's do or die time. Too much nervous energy and Ciri's gotta fuck it out somewhere. She goes to Ves first… she's pretty sure they've been flirting, but Ves is like, nope, not into the whole sex thing. You're hot, but, nope. What about Hjalmar? And then Ciri has to explain that whole awkward phase of her life where she was going to marry Hjalmar, but that was actually a terrible idea and also Cerys is objectively hotter. And the witchers are all off the table; Geralt’s her dad, Eskel and Lambert are her weird uncles (plus there is some weird shit going on and she's not sure who is currently fucking who, not worth the stress) What about Keira? Ciri just laughs and says no to sorceresses as a whole. Vesemir is just a no from both and the giggle for a minute or so. Same for Ermion, plus Ciri has known him since she was tiny. Which leaves Roche. Ves makes a puking sound. Ciri looks at him. "He's not bad looking. A bit rough around the edges," she says. "Never seen him with anyone." Ves points out. "Most of us reckon he's like me." Ciri scrunches her nose up. "Can't hurt to ask."

Roche looks like a fucking rabbit caught in a trap when she propositions him. Looking at Ves, and then over at Geralt, and then around, wildly, hoping for some kind of distraction. But Geralt doesn't care who Ciri sleeps with and Ves just gives him a thumbs up, and, it's not a hardship Ciri is young and pretty and actually that's quite intimidating. But, fuck it. She grins and leads him off to one of the many unused rooms of the keep. "No, no bastards, from this." He says, and she laughs out loud. "The last thing I want. I have charms for that. I swear." There's an awkward dance of to kiss or not, and eventually she lets him, as she pulls the chaperon free from his head and starts trying to strip him. He fumbles with all the belts and buckles she's wearing. He's not getting hard, which is, not unusual for him, but he shushes her complaint when she reaches for his cock, instead hoisting her up on the table and pulling her trousers and smalls down until they catch on her boots. It's not a lot of space, but enough that he can eat her out until her hand is clenching in his hair and she's coming all over his chin. She reverses their positions terrifyingly easily, and pushes him up onto the table, kicking off her boots and trousers, so she's just in her loose shirt. He's most of the way to hard by that point, and clever fingers get him the rest of the way there as she looms over him. When he's thrusting up into her hand she looks down at him. "Can I?" "Wasn't that the point?" "I won't of you don't want it." She starts to pull back. "I do. Just don't get pissy if I can't stay hard. Not you, very much a me thing." There's a rather self deprecating laugh and Ciri tweaks one of his nipples, hard. "I won't, but don't be such a downer." And then she fucks herself down onto him and starts a brutal pace that has him gripping her hips and holding on for dear life. It's hard and fast and he doesn't expect to come from it, doesn't realise he's about to until he almost is, pushing as deep as he can and trying not to grip to hard on her hips and thighs, trying not to buck her off. Everything whites out for a second and when he comes to she's desperately rubbing her clit, obviously so close herself. He slips his hand in by hers and gets two fingers inside her, a few more strokes and she's doubling over him, gasping for breath. "You good?" She asks when she's flopped to the side of him, fingers laced just under her breasts. "Yeah." "Brilliant. Thanks." She sits up and grimaces. "Gross." They both laugh at the awkward noises as she wipes herself down and pulls her clothes back on. He does the same, more slowly, letting her leave first.

She wanders through the halls back to her room, passing Ves on the way. The other woman gives her a questioning look, and Ciri shrugs and smiles.

[norrtam]

Roche/Ciri could have been a good couple, but dumb fandom has killed their potential

Oh well, quite possible! Although, honestly, I’m not a fan of pairings

[ladymarinamart]

How about a post-canon ideas where Ciri travels on a ship Percival with Roche (Ciri trying to get respect for her personality from the soldiers and she is annoyed that she is perceived only as a girlfriend of their commander)? Ciri finds some trinket from Cintra in Vernon's room (In tw2, Roche says he was in Cintra) and and it inspires her to be as strong and proud as her grandmother.

I just replaced that others offer ideas and decided too. I hope you don't mind? Good day to you.)

Some scrappy, feel good Vernilla! (NSFW)

--

It was reasonable enough to bring a Witcher along on this mission: sensible even, a shift from the commander's insistence that the special forces should be "wholly capable of self sustaining maneuvers in austere environments".

But Vernon Roche wore his emotions on his sleeve - typically with the worst timing.

"Did you really grab one of the soldiers by the collar?"

"No -"

Ciri tugged the undone chaperone's fabric wrapped around her first - the liripipe tied harmlessly around his neck, but the pressure was enough to make Vernon's eyelids flutter in pleasure.

"Yes, I did. But they were being disrespectful."

Ciri clucked her tongue, rocking her hips achingly slow. "What part of not drawing attention did you not understand? It's hardly the first or last time I'll be spoken of that way - and I'm more than capable of handling it myself."

No hint of the commander's rigidity remained to take offense at her tone, instead Vernon was exhaling through his nose slowly to hold back any complaints about the Witcher's pace. Vernon was convinced she'd make a solid candidate to run the torture chambers - Ciri's resolve was beyond impressive when she wanted to prove a point.

He did let out a sound of protest when Ciri stopped moving all together and released the fabric. Placing her thumbs on his jaw, cool fingers wrapping around his neck, she tilted his face up to her meaningfully.

"You've made things more difficult. They just think I'm some silly fling, not a professional."

"It's not as if that's what I intended ..."

She studied his face, unyielding to his poor excuse. It reminded Vernon of the powerful people she had been influenced by her whole life.

"I can say something to them? Set them straight?"

Ciri scoffed. "That would be even worse!"

Her insides clenched around him and Vernon lost his will power, gently taking hold of her hips and guiding her movement … She didn't argue, lips parting slightly at the return of friction. It smoothed the furrow in her brow, made her drop her hands to grip his shoulders.

"This is only the beginning of you making this up to me."

"Mmhm..."

"I mean it, Vernon."

"Of course you do."

"Well, don't slow down, oh."

--

Ciri remained in Vernon's cabin once he'd dressed and left to attend his troops. She ought to head up as well to prepare for her nighttime watch over the ship and its crew, but she wanted to let the relaxation course through her loose limbs a little while longer.

Besides, she really needed to figure out a way to deal with the passive aggressive comments the soldiers were making and the way they glanced at her side eyed when they thought she wouldn't notice. It drove her mad, but stomping her feet or having Vernon do the stomping for her would only cement their ignorant opinions ...

Sitting at the desk in the tight space with her feet propped up, Ciri began thumbing through the belongings Vernon had out. He was particular about the way his things were kept, so she picked up a few items to examine and set each back at just a slightly different angle.

When she turned her attention to the top drawer, Ciri was surprised to find a small collection of momentos. One of which caught her eye quickly - a golden pin with the Cintran crest.

That's right, Vernon had told her about his time at the Cintran court - but had she noticed the mark of the lioness her grandmother had placed on so many? Scars on the chest where Calanthe would have her first in command place the pin for esteemed military members for her to slap it firmly in place with the heel of her palm.

Earning the claw marks of the lioness was a rite of passage for the visitors, one they were expected to bear with the dutiful respect owed the queen. The show of bravado caught on as tradition quickly.

Her grandmother had explained to her it wasn't to be cruel, but an easy way to remind the soldiers that she could draw blood and wouldn't faint from it.

The gold in her fingertips was a stark reminder of who she came from… It struck her with inspiration. Ciri smiled, tucking the pin into the breast pocket of her leather jerkin.

It always came down to blood, didn't it?

--

Vernon nearly tripped on the way up the narrow stairs to the ship's deck. Crashing and loud thuds had stirred him, finally thundering jeers had pulled him the rest of the way from slumber.

"What in the bloody hell is going on here?" He demanded, bleary eyed and frowning at the mess of soldiers.

"Ask th' witcher," one of his sergeants slurred, grinning around a swelling cheek, jabbing a finger towards the center of the deck.

A ring of soldiers and deck hands dispersed as soon as they caught sight of him approaching, leaving only Ciri and a wiry soldier shaking hands. They both had blood gushing from their noses, although down to just a thin line top, Ciri obviously had more than just the one injury.

"Almost had you!"

"Better luck next time!"

Ciri clapped the man on his shoulder - before he scurried off under Vernon's scathing gaze.

"Ciri, when you said you had an idea - "

Before he could start, Ciri rolled her eyes and took a long swig straight from a bottle of vodka. It was then he noticed the sway in her stance.

"Have you been drinking and brawling?"

"Had to show 'em I wouldn't faint!" She leaned closer, spoke conspiratorially. “Thank Melitele you’ve been giving me those sparring lessons. Dunno I would have made it this far otherwise.”

Vernon gave a brief sweep of the deck - everyone was getting along cheerily and if not for his sour presence they likely would have been congratulating Ciri on her victory. As far as soldiers went, she was spot on in earning their respect ...

"Its hard to believe there was any other way ..."

Ciri wiped the blood away from her nose and grinned. "Besides, this has been a good time."

Vernon stared openly.

"What?"

"You're... Missing a tooth."

Tongue flicking up to check the gap, Ciri quirked an eyebrow. "How about that? Better see if I can find it … But don't think you're helping, you've done enough. You’re already making another scene."

It was Vernon's turn to roll his eyes, but he let her take him by the shoulders and turn him back towards the stairs below deck.

"Don't get my soldiers into trouble ..."

A quick smack on the ass sent anyone watching into laughter as Vernon bit back a yelp - Ciri was always in rare form when the vodka started flowing.

"Don't you worry about a thing, commander. I'll keep them in line," said Ciri while turning to those in ear shot with a raucous tone, "hear that? Act up and I'll be using you as vodnik bait!"

--

Ciri woke around mid day, muzzy from the night before. Her cheek was pressed firmly into Vernon's chest.

"Awake?"

She hummed, not quite ready for words. The rest of her watch had passed in reverie, toeing the line between effective if actual witchering needed to occur and having a good time with the men and women who served with Vernon.

"Sometimes I forget how much you're like her," Vernon mused, dragging his fingers soothingly along Ciri's scalp. "Calanthe would have bare knuckle brawled with the best of us if her position would have allowed it."

Ciri smiled, hearing the compliment it was, and nuzzled deeper into his steady and comforting hold.

"Tell me more about your visit to Cintra."

The low rumble of Vernon's voice against her ear, his fingers working through her hair, and the stories of her grandmother were even more satisfying than winning over the soldiers.

[tigerlyla-of-metinna]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (except me because obvs I have done it). Spread the self-love ❤

Hi Val!

Thanks for sending this to my inbox. Sorry for the late reply. Been busy these past weeks.

Anyways I dont have that many fics on A03. Two at present and ficlets on tumblr. So if anyone is interested, these are it!

My main fic (Emhyr x Sarah) (A Painting of You) This is the moodboard and fic link. It's a vanilla pairing and wholesome, with hardly any smut (Im not that good at creating tasteful smut yet but I'm working on it)

2. The sequel to A Painting of You: The Roles We Play. It is still ongoing. I do recommend reading the first fic because it will mention a lot of the previous events.

3. The ficlet posted in episode format. It's Empress Ciri and Emperor consort Morvran and its a hilarious series of unfortunate events. Lots of naked guest appearances parading around, thanks to a stipulation of the constant GWENT winner. Guess who these guys lost their clothes to:

The other two I'll probably reblog on Sunday. So if you've not seen these, please check them out. have a chuckle on the short story :)))

[tumbleweedtech]

Oh get fucked you dipshit. No one bothered with you or cared about your ship until you started attacking people for the "crime" of liking a different ship than you. I'd forgotten you existed and was all the better for it. Sure, fine. Vernilla forever, it's vanilla and boring and stupid, just like you. I shall stop enjoying the fandom I'm in, that has nothign to do with you, and come back just to write you some stupid blonde bimbo who lays back to get fucked in boring, uninteresting, and unpleasant ways by some smelly fucking war criminal who barely gets it up because he's too goddamn old and tired. He's just huffing and puffing away on top of her like some pathetic lump. How's that for pillow princess, you dumb fuck? At least check if 1) people are even still in your fandom, or 2) taking prompts, you utter fucking shit stain. You are the worst part of fandom. I wish your computer would melt. You do not deserve the internet. I hope your phone battery never holds a charge, every plug in your home fries the motherboard of every computer you have forever, and every ship you ever love is never, ever more than a rarepair that only you and the nice people you trick with prompts bother to write for. You lost any chance at kindness and/or respect from me when you attacked people who had nothing to do with you, when you sent inappropriate gifs to minors and you harassed people WHO HAD NEVER EVEN WRITTEN ROCHE BEFORE. Now go away, @whereisvernilla . Go the fuck away and don't ever come back. Because all you're doing is making me hate Ciri as a character since you can't fucking comprehend that people not writing your ship doesn't mean they dislike it, or dislike the characters. IT JUST MEANS THEY LIKE OTHER THINGS. Fucking moron. I swear to god if you had two braincells it'd be because one was solely dedicated to keeping you breathing, you goddamn idiot. I swear to every god you don't understand the concept of fantasy, of preferences, or consent. You keep telling us to go to hell. WELL BITCH ILL MEET YOU THERE. this is the fucking stupidest motherfucker I have ever met both in person and online and i've met some really, really fucking stupid people.

And for everyone who has no fucking idea what's going on, sorry. This dipshit has evaded blocks, sent emails, dms, asks, both anon and not, full of bigoted slurs, she's stolen fics and art that she's edited and reposted, she's sent sexual things to minors, she's sent sexual things unasked for to people, she has been asked, told, demanded, and reported. She comes around every now and then and Drums up drama crying about how no one likes her ship when all we were doing was cheerfully enjoying doing our own things and ignoring her. Note: Been dealing with her bullshit for years now. Yelling at her makes her leave me alone for a few months.

[jay-arts-t]

Roche/Ciri, please?

I don’t really indulge in Ciri ships bc she’s baby in my mind but they’re cute!!

[cilil]

List of Roche ships, except RocheCiri. Ciri/everything the fic except RocheCiri. Blog of Roche and Ciri ships, except RocheCiri. The blog of all Ciri ships except RocheCiri. And then someone says that no one cancels this ship. Ships that the fandom remembers only for hate.

[greenapplespider]

Hello- I wanted to thank you for aggregating all these posts and helping people come together and deal with this person. She has sent me dozens upon dozens of messages and asks in just the past couple weeks and has gotten progressively more and more unhinged.It’s nice to see that it’s not just me lol <3

...

Honestly, you're scum. I wish you too that people do not accept your interests and consider you a nasty outcast. I wish you that no one buys pictures of nasty gays from you.

LMAO- is this supposed to be you not getting progressively more unhinged 😭 (for anyone looking in, she upset I won’t draw her otp for free 🤦‍♀️)

[felicyta-of-rivia]

Avallach/Ciri/Roche as the new Avallach/Lara/Cregennan?

To be honest... probably not. there are many reasons that make this dynamic quite problematic. First of all, Vernon is not a character from the Witcher saga, he was invented by CD Projekt Red for the games and appears for the first time in The Witcher 2 Assassin of Kings, so he has no canonical relationship or contact with Ciri. In the third part of the games, he helps Geralt in the fight against the Wild Hunt, but we do not find out whether he had closer contact with Ciri during the fight or during preparations.

For a change, Avallac'h appears for the first time in "The Tower of the Swallow" and has real contact with Ciri (which, as we know, results in her being manipulated). After the events of the books in the games, we only see him in "The Wild Hunt", where he spends time with her again, but mainly out of the players' eyes. However, it can be concluded that it was quite a significant period of time during which they had to stay together like it or not.

However, if I had to say which of the two Ciri would choose... objectively, I must say that it would probably be Avallac'h. We know for sure that she spent a lot of time with him, but we don't know what their relationship and attitude towards each other was like while escaping from the Wild Hunt. So one could hypothetically assume that (especially knowing what Ciri was like in the books) something was happening between them

However, as far as my personal opinion is concerned, yes, very much so as much as I wanted to, I don't think I would end up with one of them in the end.

[ladymarinamart]

"если ваш шип вызывает ненависть и споры, то это лучший шип"

[ladymarinamart]

❤

(R) Drabbles: Vernon & Ciri- Waves

The door slams open, giving Ciri a fright. It's Vernon, standing in the shadows of the door on a backdrop of cold, dark, and wet. The rain has not stopped for weeks now. Ciri had told him when he left to be careful, but of course, he has come home with a few fresh scars on his face and a bad-looking wound on his arm.

He's holding on to it tightly. A grasp of a god trying desperately to make the pain go away. "Ciri, I need you to help me." She wasn't surprised that he asked, so she got up quickly from the table and is quick to help her lover. He cradles his arm in his hand. Looking anywhere but his arm.

"How did you get this?" Concerned like a mama bear she needs to know, and wants to know what happened to him. Vernon wars with the idea of telling her. If he tells her a lie she'll know right away, so the truth it must be. 'I'm a stupid fool." It's plain but a start at the truth. She rolls her eyes. "Yes, I know that already but I still love you, my dear."

While Vernon tells Ciri the stupid story of how he managed to get a large, and deep wound in his forearm. Ciri undresses him from the trouser up. His tunic and outter jacket go first to give her room to work.

She listens to his story with intent. Listening for helpful details, and any other things she may need to know before she starts poking at the wound. It's deep and lines his whole forearm. She shakes her head slightly at the damage he's come home with before.

"I'm just going to see about getting some of the debris out before I close it up okay.' She says softly and kisses his forehead before returning her half attention to his forearm. He hums, "Just tell me about your whole trip huh?" She suggests, as much as she knows that Vernon can hold being poked she doesn't want to be cruel. So a distraction it is.

She grabs a cloth and a hot bowl of water to catch any debris within or around the wound. Dabbing her and there where the blood had already dried. With each pass back into the cooling water it changes tinge.

Clear, light orange, deep orange, to red.

Then the water bowl is pushed back out of the way for either of them. Ciri takes a deep and long breathe before closing her eyes. Raising her hand just above his large laceration she hums to herself. Her eyes squeeze tightly as she focuses her powers on Vernon's wound.

During the entire time, he's been watching his lover. She's so technical about every single move she makes. She's got her bottom lip between her teeth as she focuses harder. And like that Vernon feels the skin start to tighten. Pulling to come together, the blood that had been cleaned up is starting to lessen by the passing second. He can see and hear her breathing herself through the action.

Within seconds the wound is no longer. Healed by the hands of his lover. She looks happy with her work, she reaches for the bowl once more and squeezes it out of the water before doing a few swipes over his skin collecting anything left behind.

"All done sweetie." She whispers as she kisses him on his head. She smiles as she dumps the water and cloth into the basin. "Next time you come home with an injury you better not muck up my floor." She hollers from the other room. Vernon chuckles and kicks his boots off dried dirt, and mud falls to the floor.

Completed on: 03/13/23

Posted on: 03/31/23

The Hero's-