#gwynblcidd

[acourtcfmuses]

“I would have you know, since you left me on that mountain, I’ve been doing important work, not just with my music.” for which he was not going to mention his instant hit of Burn BUtcher Burn, he was proudly going to deny all knowledge of that one. One hundred percent. “I was helping smuggle those with elven blood out from the North to safe pastures.” a worthy pastime if he were honest, and noble of him given one of his only interaction with elven blood before that was the she-demon.

“And regrettably, Yennefer did come to my rescue at one point. But I ascertain that it was not required, I would have managed to get free and disarm my attacker of course.” not, he was also not going to tell Geralt that the only reason Yennefer got close enough to rescue him was because she pretended to be his wife. There wasn’t a waterfall big enough to wash the ick away from that. But perhaps, he didn’t dislike her quite as much as before now.

[vipcridae]

./ @gwynblcidd . Starter A once bustling town is now empty, old residents having moved out, and two new residents having moved in. Word spread quickly when trade is halted and disrupted, the town depended on for resources now unable to respond, as if becoming a ghost overnight. Only the wind dares to pass through the town nestled in the thickets of woodlands, for the new occupant residing there has taken the entire village as their refuge. Having arrived here bewildered and injured, Orochimaru had taken the town by force in a necessary pursuit of licking their own wounds. At first merely seeking shelter, the witch hunt that ensued when they were deemed a monster had them making a change of heart. The towns people had bared their teeth at the viper, so they had bared theirs back.  It isn’t their fault if at their weakest, the serpent boasts magic unseen by many, and rivaled by even fewer. 

Three days after the attack, where the serpent had slaughtered the brave soldiers who contested them, and chased off the remaining civilians - who would likely be dead with the winter nights they had been forced to flee in to - and Orochimaru is only partly healed. Still hiding behind a close companion. Another monster to some, but a sacred ally to the golden eyed immortal. It is somewhat a surprise when they sense the presence of a wanderer, when they hear the sound of hooves clipping along the paths. Besides stray dogs and livestock that now roams freely, the village is scant of life at first. No humans have been welcomed, but then, the Witcher is not quite human. Perhaps they should have suspected as much. But they would not be the first one to greet Geralt and Roach. Instead, a serpent the width of a carriage and the length of a river emerges from the ground, gaping jaws and three rows of back facing teeth opening to emit a low hiss toward the rider and horse. With its head raised, the ruby eyed leviathan levels Geralt’s gaze with its own, while its jaws threaten to elongate just enough that it could swallow dear Roach whole. The hiss that rumbles the ground and startles the nearby sheep in to fleeing sounds like sandpaper and thunder at once, yet it falls silent when a calmer voice speaks. “For your sake, I hope you are just a lost wanderer my dear, and not a bounty hunter looking to lose his head.” Orochimaru says, their slender figure spotted leaning on a broken building, a ruined stable their summons tail had crippled by merely slithering over it. The way Orochimaru stands, a skilled eye may deduce they are shielding an injury, keeping their wound further from the Witcher, slightly bent forwards as if any movement may cause discomfort of some kind. A broken rib or abdominal puncture, it would be hard to say, as they remain cloaked in their black cape, “turn back, I would hate to overfeed my companion over here.”

[ofmythsandfables-a]

@gwynblcidd​ asked: ( sms ) : i know it's late, but... would you like to go for a walk with me? @ connie, modern verse!

❈ --- She had barely registered the rumbling of a bike outside her home, that’s how close to sleep she was. But the blonde, all tucked in and surrounded by blankets with her face buried in a fluffy pillow, could not escape sound of her phone going off when a text came through. The only reason why she kept the volume on was in case of emergencies with her parents. Rolling over and seeing the red neon numbers say 11:27pm on her clock, she groans as if in agony and reaches for her phone to see who it was.

The message from Geralt wakes her up immediately and she’s sitting up in bed, blonde locks flowing about her like a wild person. She bites down on her lip, contemplating why he’d be here so late, but she’s typing back to him with a reply.

{text ; Geralt}: You’re lucky I like you. {text ; Geralt}: Give me five minutes to make myself look human.

Getting up, she stretches her body and hums at the soft pops in her joints before getting out of bed and rummaging for something quick and easy to wear. Not knowing what to throw on, she texts Geralt again.

{text ; Geralt}: Is it chilly out? 

[lilackissed]

@gwynblcidd​ gets a random starter

“Next time, we’re taking a damn portal...” Yennefer grumbled, shaking her head as she put pressure on the wound she’d gotten from the fight.

The words were merely an empty threat out of her own PAIN, and in no way was it because Geralt had said anything about the subject. The sorceress simply knew he hated it and needed her anger to be channeled somewhere, so she’d grumbled it out. She was sweaty, bloody and dirty, and that always made her a little testy, even though Geralt absolutely didn’t deserve her attitude at the moment.

Moving toward him, she let out a puff of air, and then bit her bottom lip before opening up her mouth to speak, her voice a Hell of a lot softer suddenly. “Are you hurt?”

[oblivionlotus]

@gwynblcidd plotted!

It was a bitter night, breath shaping plumes in the air as Leto trod gently through the tall grass between the trees. The cold felt like silk clinging over their flesh, but it did not hurt. It was simply a sensation to be acknowledged and then ignored. They let the icy air flood the holes in their raggedy clothing, and took a breath in, tasting the promise of snow. Spring was here again - they could tell by the budding flora - yet winter held on.

A flickering pale orange light through the trees made them go still. FIRE. Fire was something they feared, something the voice within warned them against. But judging by the size, this was but a campfire.

A hunting party was most possibly there but possibilities were not enough to feed the curiosity. Don't go near, fire is a bar we mustn't pass! But perhaps there are stories to overhear, secrets to learn, and dreamers to observe. Perhaps there may be a shiny keepsake just waiting to be added to their nest.

Leto draws near, bare feet leaving only the smallest of dents in the dewy grass. They can see amazingly well at a distance, but with every step closer, detail becomes blurred. Still they walk, drawn like a moth, until they come close enough to feel a slight warmth from the fire. This is as close as they dare get to it, the light stinging their eyes even now and further weakening their sight.

Then the dark shape which they had stupidly assumed to be a tree stump moves and - caught! - they tense up, taking a step back in readiness to bolt away should they need to.

"I beg your pardon," they mumble, eyes fixed on the ground and squinting from the light. "I've not come to thieve your valuablesh," they assured. Liar, they scolded themselves while feeling miffed that their nest would not be receiving any shiny additions.

[lilacsweet]

@gwynblcidd​​ liked for a short starter

     “Did you at least get a good price for all this trouble?”

[handfulxfhearts]

@gwynblcidd​ liked for a starter <3

      ❝ I know you don’t need my help, but I’m offering it anyway ❞

[betterdcyz]

@gwynblcidd​ has been rewarded with a bastard bard! 

      “——I bet one day a bloody monster is going to yank that long hair of yours,”  Jaskier muttered,  unable to not stare at the long white hair.  “Have you ever thought of a bit of a trim?Perhaps a little snip?”  The bard imitated the snip-snip of scissors with both noise and hands. “Wouldn’t look too bad if you had like a Witcher bob.”  

[in-my-soul-arch]

@gwynblcidd​ wanted ciri

“Where are we going?” she questioned as she mounted the horse with no effort at all. If he thought he could keep her away from danger, he couldn’t be more wrong. Besides, most battles he fought were because of her. Ciri knew this, and she would not --could not-- lose him when she was the one to blame for everything. 

[witchersofsail]

@gwynblcidd​

A dog-tired sigh danced in between the man’s lips, while his eyes rested sharply on the BRETHEN (not related by blood, bones or the same mother - but by a bloody damn LUCK ) 

“The day when I agree with you, will be the same day when you get a permission to chop off my dick and hang it as a souvenir - you know damn well I ain’t a nanny. She wanted to train by herself and got herself a little bruise ?? What’s it to me... she LEARNT the hard way.”

[acourtcfmuses]

“I know you don’t believe me, but I am sorry.” There was very little words that could make it better and she knew that. Hopefully one day, he’d see that she meant it. She may have been planning on taking Ciri to the Deathless Mother to begin with; but she had come clean to Ciri not long before Geralt found them. The Voleth Meir getting free and possessing Ciri had ultimately been nothing to do with her.

How could it have? Travelling with Ciri, seeing her, learning about her, teaching her. It filled a void in her that had long been empty; those moments with Ciri, her heart was full and there was no pain and sorrow for demoness to feed upon. “Regardless to our differences, we’ll prepare her for what’s coming.” his witcher training, her chaos training, Ciri would be well placed to protect herself from any looming threat. // @gwynblcidd​

[sorpesa]

@gwynblcidd​

Carefully Ciri placed a few more twigs in the fire, glancing every so often at the witcher beside her. It had taken what felt like an eternity to find her way to him, and now here she was finally with him, and learning from him, and perhaps for the first time in her life being told the truth about things to the best of the mans knowledge. It was odd to her, this relationship. 

She had loved her grandmother and grandfather, as well as Mousesack, but none of them were as upfront with Ciri like Geralt was. Pulling her knees up to her chest, Ciri rested her chin on top of them, eyes watching the flames in front of them. “Would you have ever claimed law of surprise if Cintra never fell? I just, it would be hard to think of my life without you in it now.”

[ofmythsandfables-a]

@gwynblcidd​ asked: “ i trust you with parts of myself i’m afraid to show anyone else. ” @ ro

❈ --- “I feel privileged that you share them with me.” The two lie curled into each other, limbs entangled beneath a blanket as her fingers stroke his cheek gently. “Those parts of you, along with everything else, will always remain safe with me, my darling.”

[bloodofthefates]

x. continued from here with @gwynblcidd

     Ciri was on her feet an instant, as soon as she’d opened her eyes to find herself alone. The fire was dwindling, still barely alive against the cold and negligence but what struck her most was the utter and complete silence surrounding her. Instant panic set in as she searched her surroundings, seeing Roach tied to a tree just where he’d been left but with Geralt nowhere in sight. She’d tried calling for him but with the winds whipping her hair at her cheeks, it was barely a squeak above a whisper as she continued to search frantically. Her panic had stolen her voice, her eyes wide with desperation and her chest growing tighter with fear wondering if this was real or was she existing in another nightmare? He appeared suddenly from between two trees, as if he’d somehow materialized from the darkness itself and the sense of dread drained from Ciri as did what little color resided in her face despite her pale skin. He kept his distance at first, assessing and assuring her from afar and it took her several moments to get her breathing back under control. She hadn’t realized she’d been breathing so heavily, nearly to the point of hyperventilating but the surrounding woods stopped blurring at the edges of her vision and snapped back into perfect clarity. Ciri wanted to believe his promise, that he would never leave her but experience had already been a brutal teacher telling her otherwise. She wanted to trust Geralt and to beg for him to never leave her alone but she felt like a coward. Geralt moved closer and Ciri was instantly drawn to him. Bridging the short distance between them, she nearly threw herself at him with nearly the same force and intensity as she had the day they’d finally met in the woods outside of Yurga’s house. For a moment, Ciri clung to him with her eyes shut tight and breathed in the first deep breath to gain better control over her fear. “I was afraid. I thought I was alone again and you had abandoned me just as everyone else has...” She confessed, finally detaching herself from him awkwardly realizing her sudden overt display of affection for the Witcher. In response to his question, she merely nodded, her expression solemn but her stomach growling in answer as she eyed the carcass of the deer laid out behind him. Ciri followed in his footsteps back to the fire, shivering without having realized the sudden drop in her body temperature not only from the elements but from the panic attack. She watched as Geralt used a sign to ignite the flames, kneeling low as she held both hands out to warm them and looking over her shoulder again as if to ensure Geralt was still firmly where he stood.  

[wonderhevrts]

♕ — Mallory was surprised that the Witcher was kissing him back, but also glad. She was definitely attracted to him, even when mad. If this would end up being just a one-night stand, she wouldn’t mind. But she needed this.

As Geralt’s hands went to her hips, Mallory’s hands came up to his neck. Her fingers sunk into his white hair and she let out a moan against his lips. His touch sent a tingling sensation all over her. She had heard of Witcher’s touch feeling like it and here was the proof.

Mal never thought she would imprint on someone. Being as old as she was, she had lost hope, during the long years of her life. But she had felt something, the moment she had locked eyes with Geralt earlier today. Apart from fear for her life. But at the moment, she didn’t think it was imprinting, just simple attraction.

She started to push him up the stairs, while her fingers were undoing his armor to get it off of him. Though it was rather a struggle and she was ready to just rip it off of him. Upstairs, Mal brought him to her bedroom and undid the laces of her corset.

@gwynblcidd​

[lilacsweet]

little thing for @gwynblcidd​​

     “Geralt,” her voice is abnormally soft with sleep, but there’s something ill and wrong about it. She wrinkles her nose, presumably at the horrible stale smell of beer still lingering in undrunk cups. “That ale is as shit the next day as it was going down.” A small whirl of her fingers— feels so unreasonably draining— and every drop of offending liquid escorts itself out the window, which promptly closes on the almost equally offensive sun.