#crones of crookbag bog

[ladycibia]

I know that Velen is basically described as the worst place to live ever, but it holds a special place in my heart

[mask131]

I was JUST wondering where I had seen the Brewess' basket-mask before... Of course the answer comes up right as I type "Crones of Crookback Bog" in Tumblr

Also i dont know if you guys have ever seen medieval beekeeper garb, but:

Its the best!!!

[yennefxr]

You want questions, I'll send you questions 😁😁

What monster would you be?

Would you want to become a sorceress?

Do you believe in destiny?

Thoughts on Yen

Thoughts on Vilgefortz 😈

what monster would you be?

i want to be the fourth crone of crookbag bog ( good food, good company, imlerith on speed dial) or whatever it is gaunter o’dimm has going on, that’s how i’m trying to be 😂

would you want to become a sorceress?

i want ciri’s power!! the lady of time and space, jumping through the multiverse, i really can’t wait to see that in the show

but i would settle as a sorceress 🙄

do you believe in destiny?

no it’s just me and my poor decisions up in here

(i’m going to do my yen + vilg opinions on a separate post because it was getting too long and spoilery)

[wcrstarter]

❝ hocus pocus or some shit. ❞

ᴀᴜᴛᴜᴍɴ ꜱᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀꜱ // @causeitsmyboat

A smile quirked on the vampiress’s lips, her bemusement at his flippancy of the human holiday that was rising in popularity in recent years was plain as day. She was a little irritated herself, to see how a ancient holiday that was celebrated in his world much the same as it was in her former home was being appropriated and twisted by the Church of Eternal fire to suit their own needs and force their radical beliefs unto the common people. But she paid little mind to how the holidays changed over the centuries, keeping to her own practices without much concern for the new traditions.

She had celebrated her holidays the same way for well over three centuries now, only adapting them to include the witcher at her side. No one else could get the stubborn vampiress to change.

“Is that what they’re calling magic these days?” Sonja drawled as she picked up a apple from a nearby basket, tossing it his way with a quick exchange of coin given to the merchant as she pressed on through the marketplace. Sonja paid little attention to the peasants and merchants milling about alike, pausing to examine the ‘hallow’s eve’ decorations in one of the sale booths with open skepticism on her face. “I’d fear the answer you might give for what new label they’d assign to me as a monster of old. Do they actually think mages are only witches now and look like the Crones of Crookbag bog?”

Though like witchers, mages were fewer in number these days. More monsters, but less qualified monster hunters. Sonja’s quiet anxieties that of when they went their separate ways when she grew tired of constantly travelling and Lambert walked the Path to hunt monsters, that he might encounter one too strong for him and fall in battle; had grown more loud and insistent over the years as newer monsters came to be that were strong enough to make her take pause at times.

“Dressing their children up in the costumes of monsters and sending them out begging for sweets....what an odd practice. I don’t think I will understand that one, or however it came about.” Sonja mused aloud, adjusting her pace so they could walk side by side, refusing to let her worries for the future overwhelm her and distract her from enjoying their time together.

[frostyaussie]

it’s THAT TIME OF YEAR where I replay Wild Hunt and get to the crones of crookbag bog and our favorite silver fox dilf starts talking really softly to all the orphans and the only other time he uses that gentle voice is with Ciri 😭😭😭😭