#philippa eilhart imagine

[notsofriendlyfriendlyreminder]

The lodge sleepover

Philippa: C'mno Triss! Tell us all about your new man! Keira: Yea! Yennefer, who joined to get intel: Yeaa! Triss: OKAY! Well he is tall a bit cold but in a good way. Philippa: Oooohh Triss: He has light hair. Keira: Sexyyy Triss: He might not look like he cares but he cares you know- OH and he's a witcher! Philippa: At least you don't have to worry about children. Keira: Exactly! I'm jealous- Yennefer you okay? You look mad.

[upmala]

Triss Merigold x Philippa Eilhart

triss and philippa strike the perfect power dynamic - triss needs an authority to look up to, she enjoyes praise and validation and knowing exactly what's expected of her. and philippa is calculating, clever, enjoys being in charge and being obeyed. the perfect combo for both of them to get their wishes fulfilled without much political consequences (as sorceresses they're pretty much beyond any judgement.)

also i imagine they have a lot of fun putting magic aside and playing with ropes. :) two sketches of how that might look below the cut (cw: rope bondage, female nudity):

[flowers-shouldnt-die]

Tochter aus Elysium - Vol. 2

Chapter 1

Pairing: Vilgefortz of Roggeveen/Tissaia de Vries

Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Vilgefortz of Roggeveen/Tissaia de Vries, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Sabrina Glevissig/Triss Merigold

Characters: Tissaia de Vries, Vilgefortz of Roggeveen, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Triss Merigold, Sabrina Glevissig, Philippa Eilhart, Margarita Laux-Antille, Stregobor (The Witcher), Artorius Vigo, i could just tag the whole cast individually

Additional Tags: Unplanned Pregnancy, Hurt/Comfort, One Big Happy Family, Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alternate Universe - Happy, hands down my fav tag, Vilgefortz isnt evil in this bc Tissaia deserves happiness and a good dick, okay he starts an evil but like i couldnt care less

Series: Part 3 of Is This Happiness?

Summary: My contribution to the teeny tiny Tissaia bang this year. It's a full circle now, guys.

Original shitsow: The only thing worse than being betrayed by the man you loved is realizing you are carrying his child and almost losing it because of the pain he caused.

Okay, so forget that. She is still pregnant, but this is the totally, i swear to God, not au ooc happy family version:)

In another life, Tissaia had a dream. Such an unbelievable, heartbreaking dream. She turned in her bed and curled up to Vilgefortz. He had returned after she had fallen asleep. She heard in the back of her mind what was whispered in her dream. She had no idea why, but she made her decision. She planned to wait until all the craziness calmed down, but now she knew, felt it in her bones what she had to do.

In the morning, after he woke, he was greeted with a radiant smile from her. She kissed him, and he wondered what got her into such a mood. He would have never guessed what Tissaia said next.

“Vilgefortz… I’m pregnant.”

-

In countless years, centuries even, time loses its meaning. She let them fly by, and not even the changing of the Continent made it feel real. Until she came. Now, every day felt like it was going too fast, and she couldn't get enough of every single second. Life used to be banal; one way or another, everything was the same: the kings fought, people died, politics were played behind the shadows, and she knew how it would end before it even began. 

She did have her bright spots in life, however passing and painful. As their mentor and friend, she cherished her memories with them, with her especially, but sooner or later they were all gone. Gone with the wind, if they were lucky. She refused to get too attached, or at the very least, refused to show it. That was until everything crumbled, the world as she knew it burned, and from the ashes of the past came a future so bright she feared it might blind her.

Life became a drug, and she was addicted. She had a lust to live, to experience it, and not just watch it from her Ivory Tower. It was so cliché. She never wanted this; she went out of her way to prevent it for all of her girls for a reason. She has heard the saying that her heart would beat outside of her body from the first time she held the life she made in her arms. No one could ever accuse her of being sentimental, and yet she felt the slow and steady shift in her soul. When she looked back at what was and who she had been, it felt like watching a stranger with her face and voice. All the pain that led her to this point was a necessary evil, and for the first time since she was a girl, she chose to be happy.

-

As shock was overthrown by panic and panic was overthrown by something he never felt before, he smiled, let out a shaky breath, and kissed her. This would definitely change things. So many things he couldn't even begin to imagine. But Tissaia was still looking at him with a shy smile and uncertainty in her eyes.

Vilgefortz murmured softly, “This-this is wonderful. Are you certain?” 

Tissaia nodded and let her fears surface. “What are we going to do? If the council finds out-” He cut her off and shook his head.

“We’ll worry later,” caressing her face, he pressed his forehead against hers. “This is a happy moment. The happiest moment of my life.”

And it really was. He felt something he never thought he was capable of. It scared him but cleared his mind. He decided to do as he said and hugged his beloved, caressing her back gently and kissing her hair. The worries could come after they got out of bed, or even after that. Right that moment, only they existed. He would make the appropriate changes to his plans. He refused to lose Tissaia now and refused to lose their child. Even he wasn’t sure why, just the previous night he was ready to let it all go. How a small thing changes everything. Or maybe this wasn’t small; maybe this was bigger than they could ever comprehend.

-

Elysia blew the sand from her hand and it turned into tiny butterflies in the wind. Their wings carried them higher and higher, until they disappeared between the trees. The young girl laughed in that special way only children could. Her voice still had the innocence and wonder people lost while growing up. She was still full of life and curiosity, her uncontainable energy clear as day as she ran around in the forest, yet mindful of never getting out of her mother’s sight. She was barely five years old and already just like…

“Just like you.” Tissaia turned to face Yennefer, her eyebrows arched instead of voicing her question. She didn’t notice when the young sorceress arrived and she had no idea how long she had been watching them. “She scolded the birds for being too loud. Already a little control freak.” She smirked, then added, “Although a sweet one.”

“In her defense, they were loud.” The brunette turned back to her daughter and let out a shaky breath. Yen followed her gaze, and smiled softly as she saw the little firecracker trying to reach for a mushroom that grew on a tree. It was just out of her reach and when even jumping couldn’t help, she called for her mother to help her. Tissaia picked her up and let her examine it but didn’t let her get it off of the tree’s trunk. The little girl made a disappointed face that was so much like her mother’s, Yennefer found it almost uncanny. So many things about them were uncanny, if she was honest with herself. But over the years, seeing the two of them so happy together made her forget about all the uneasy feelings she had, most of the time.

Even when her father came back with the druids and the little girl ran into his arms. Vilgefortz picked her up and threw her high up in the air. Elysia was laughing, and Tissaia scolded him to be careful. Yen had a hard time getting over everything, and she figured the ex Rectoress had an even harder one. Maybe time does heal all wounds; maybe she shouldn't let it get to her so much, maybe-. She didn’t know and just huffed. 

How could Tissaia just act like this? The girl was fine; she got over that, but Vilgefortz… She put up with him for the sake of her mother, and to be fair, Tissaia never asked her for anything more. She had Ciri and Geralt so she understood to a degree even though so many lines were crossed, the purple-eyed sorceress wondered if they were even there in the first place.

She watched as the druids knelt down and touched Elysia’s hand. The girl definitely were odd, Yen could relate to that. They both stood out for reasons beyond their control. Her little sister - it was still strange to call her that - clearly was born with a magic that was similar to the druids. No one had a real idea where that came from, but considering that Vilgefortz’s bloodline was mostly a mistery, Ely might have gotten it from him. He was raised by druids after all.

Nature or nurture - Yen wondered. She didn’t think Ely would become like her father was before she was born. But then again, who would have thought that young little Vilg would become that.

“Yenny, look,” she ran and gave her a small brach with cherry blossom on it. “Pretty, pretty flowers.”

She thanked her and ruffled her hair. The girl made flowers bloom from a dead tree branch.

-

The day she decided to enter the world was a blur of pain and blood. In the late morning hours she felt the first sensation of pain in her lower abdomen. She paid it no mind, it wasn’t unusual for her to feel uncomfortable during the late stages of her pregnancy. However, by noon she needed help to get back to her room. Tissaia never imagined her birthing experience would be witnessed by so many, but then again, she never imagined having one at all. All of her friends, who have truly become her family in the last few months, were there, supporting her. Despite the looks he got, Vilgefortz stood next to her, holding her hand. Tissaia and he had a talk, and while agreeing that the possibility of another unplanned pregnancy was real, they decided to have only one baby. It was one more than they planned anyway, so he refused to not witness the birth of his only child. 

When her water broke, it surprised her that it’s not only the water that comes out. Blood also poured from her and if it weren’t for her friends reassurance, she probably would have panicked. He helped her get into any and every comfortable position she requested, whispering encouragements and telling her she was doing so great. Minutes turned into hours and her baby refused to show its face to the world. Tissaia was screaming in the end as sweat glistened on her body. Her face was flushed and breathing became difficult amidst the jolts of pain. The sun disappeared a long time ago and she wondered if their baby and him were playing tricks on her. Their child was already as stubborn as he was and it terrified her.

The moment she felt her baby leave her body was a relief but despite the end of her torment, she felt oddly empty.

“It’s a girl!” Yennefer beamed with joy. It was a rare sight and Tissaia couldn’t take her eyes off of them, as she walked up to her with the baby safely wrapped in a blanket in her arms. When she finally held her daughter she couldn’t help the tears that escaped her eyes. The little girl had a shock of black hair and when she opened her eyes for a moment Tissaia’s breath got caught in her throat. The same eyes she had fallen for in every sense of the word looked back at her. Her sweet little baby girl had her father’s eyes and she felt this was his final act of capturing her heart. “She looks just like you!” Yen continued smiling like she never did before. Tissaia slowly shook her head but her raven haired friend insisted. “She has your face, your nose, her mimics already… she looks like you, Tissaia.”

Vilgefortz agreed, despite the baby’s soft tan, dark hair, and deep eyes. “She truly looks like you, my love.” He sat next to them on the bed and kissed her, then gently caressed the newborn’s face with his fingers. He embraced Tissaia as she was holding their baby, and she leaned back onto him.

She looked down at her daughter once more, and she had to admit, she saw some resemblance between them. The baby made a soft sound and she couldn’t help but smile. Her fear evaporated the longer she looked at the tiny bundle. She kissed the top of her newborn’s head and gently caressed her face. The love she felt for her while pregnant multiplied and in that moment, Tissaia de Vries never felt more at peace, more at home.

This one for my sweet lil sis @mtg-is-life-frf

[veralevina15]

Radovid's chess monologue: devotion, betrayal and *lub-dub, lub-dub*

Today I’m going to explain to you the criminally overlooked Radovid’s chess monologue. That is not a comical crazy nonsense. That’s absolutely gorgeous speech about devotion, betrayal and *lub-dub lub-dub*.

Chekmate. They say that's the game of kings. That chess teaches one to think strategically. What a load of rubbish! Both sides have identical pieces, the rules stay invariably the same. How does this mirror real life?

Radovid, despite his young age, is a rather experienced ruler. He had to solve this most difficult puzzle called “politics” more than once. Politics is not chess, and here no one plays by the rules. Therefore, Radovid had very quickly accustomed himself to cold calculation, flexibility of mind and a certain amount of cynicism.

Witcher, do you know why I play chess?

Whatever the answer, Radovid ends the introductory part of the monologue and proceeds to the main one.

I play chess to reveal the game's secret. Blood thumps inside this chessmen. You need only listen - and you will hear. Lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub...A heart pumping with life. I take a pawn - and hear flesh being rent. I win a piece - and hear screams from the depths of its bowels. I want to break the chessmen open, squeeze the truth from them. Do you see what I mean?

This whole piece is one continuous metaphor. Let's look at it in more detail.

Blood thumps inside this chessmen. You need only listen - and you will hear. Lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub...

This is the most memorable moment, although Radovid only poetically compares the figures with people, and “lub-dub” is nothing more than an imitation of a heartbeat; a symbol of how noisy life is in a chess piece, if instead of it we imagine a living person, but on the political "board" of kings.

A heart pumping with life. I take a pawn - and hear flesh being rent. I win a piece - and hear screams from the depths of its bowels.

Through chess images, Radovid paints a picture of real political life with numerous deaths and sacrifices in the name of a certain goal. Dead flesh, death screams - this is what remains of the "pawns" that kings sweep away from their political board with a wave of their hands.

I play chess to reveal the game's secret.

Do you see what I mean?

What secret is he talking about? What is the "truth" that Radovid set out to squeeze out of chess? Perhaps these are the most difficult questions of the chess monologue. In order to fully understand them, you need to answer the king “No, I don't” and listen to Radovid’s further explanation.

You do not beacause you are not a king. Pawns see only the comrades at their sides and the foes across the field. The king has the differen view of the chessboard. His greatest foes surrounds him. His own chessmen might trap him. And that is check...and death. You see, witcher : сhess is a art of sacrificing your own pieces. Now do you see?

This is the key point of the monologue. Here is a real possibility in chess, when the king gets a checkmate only because he is blocked by his own pieces, and an analogy with royal power, when lieges betray their monarch. This is a clear allusion to a conspiracy against the king of Redania, arranged by the Temerians and Dijkstra (which is typical, none of the king's inner circle or from other Redanians, with the exception of a traitor soldier, is involved in the conspiracy. This makes one seriously doubt the veracity of Dijkstra's speeches and the journal entry that, they say, everyone would be happy about the death of the White Eagle).

The king is afraid of betrayal, because recently several rulers of the North have fallen victims of evil intentions: Demavend III, Foltest, and even earlier - his own father, Vizimir II, who was killed by Philippa Eilhart. Radovid is very afraid of repeating his fate. The situation is doubly aggravated by the war with Nilfgaard and the beginning of the Witch Hunt. The king is always on the alert, because he knows for sure: a lot of spiteful critics have divorced around, who in the most decisive way decided to throw him off the throne.

Thus, the “truth” that Radovid wants to squeeze out is the desire to obtain convincing evidence of the loyalty of his pawns, close associates and subjects (Geralt, Roche, etc.). Not without reason follows the explanation of the message about the king, locked in a trap by his own pawns.

His greatest foes surrounds him. His own chessmen might trap him. And that is check...and death.

He is absolutely right. Vernon Roche and Geralt are exactly those "pawns" that can lure the king into a deadly trap.

Another aspect of this monologue is reasonable sacrifices for the common good. In chess, one must be able to sacrifice one's pieces, as well as on the field of big politics - one's subjects (for example, Whoreson Junior). In the context of the infidelity of the lieges to their king, Radovid probably also takes into account the need to sacrifice unreliable pawns in time so that they do not harm the monarch. No wonder he orders to kill Geralt on the bridge of St. Gregory, because he suspects him of treason and barrier of all kinds. This is a fair assumption, given that on behalf of the witcher, the player can interfere with the plans of the king more than once.

You see, witcher: сhess is a art of sacrificing your own pieces.

It turns out that, on the one hand, chess doesn't mirror the real life (after all, no one plays by the rules in politics!), and on the other hand, how many figurative references can be found in chess to the real life of kings (and not only kings! ). Here is such a duality and depth. Perhaps, this is precisely the “secret” of chess for Radovid. Speaking more globally, chess in an incomprehensible way combines many different motives: ethics, metaphysics, music, mathematics, philosophy, and even love. The game is full of a bottomless amount of hidden meanings, and Radovid, as a talented chess player, understands and feels this very well.

And if we go back a little and answer the king's question "Yes, I do"?

Radovid: …I want to break the chessmen open, squeeze the truth from them. Do you see what I mean? Geralt: Yes, Sire, believe I do.

Radovid will react quite sharply to this.

You know shit. You're merely humoring me! I was not speaking literally.

These words of Radovid destroy any ridiculous assumption that the king, they say, in a fit of madness treats chess as if it were alive. And the king clearly does not tolerate any sycophancy. Perhaps it is for this reason that His Majesty will not give such a detailed explanation and will limit himself to only one phrase:

First hidden truth: a monarch is always surrounded by fools. Understand?

Around the monarch there are always a lot of sycophants who naively think that they are smarter and more cunning than their ruler and can easily deceive him. Radovid was surrounded by the ambitious sorceress Philippa Eilhart, who wanted to rule over Redania through obedient “pocket king”, and arrogant, blooming nobles, who did not respect the young heir.

At the end of the scene, Roche gives an extremely strange assessment of the king's speech:

Radovid's sinking ever deeper into madness, as I see it.

Also, an equally strange entry appears in the journal on behalf of Dandelion, where, among other things, it is indicated that

Geralt's meeting with Radovid confirmed the rumors circling around the king's mental state. The Redanian king was a dangerous madman trapped in his own world of disturbing visions

It is completely incomprehensible, on the basis of what Radovid's phrases we should have the impression that His Majesty is insane. If you listen to the king carefully, it is quite obvious that he says the right and logical things, in fact, describing his royal life, and the Eagle uses very beautiful images for this.

The words about the "mad king" looks like a deliberate denigration of Radovid. "Madness" is an inappropriate word to describe the state of mind of His Majesty, his pain and his anguish. But, of course, by the events of The Witcher 3, the king is on the verge of breaking, and a real abyss has opened up inside him. However, this is not about chess at all.

[aljordandraws]

Me? Unhinged about Philippa Eilhart in The Time of Contempt? More likely than you think! My shot at her thanedd outfit personally how I imagined it.

[chaosandorder46]

Ok.

Listen. I love Cassie Clare as Philippa Eilhart, like... Unreasonably so, but now I'm imagining a Lodge of Sorceresses spin off that's a dark comedy with Aubrey Plaza as Phil.

And I can't unsee it.

Who are the other sorceresses???

AUBREY PLAZA ↳ Agatha All Along | ASMR | 5hr

[reddeaddamnation]

Can you do that the fem reader was Philippa's lover but they broke up and few months later Radovic hires y/n to find and kill Phill, but instead she wants to save her. And there she finds out that Philippa lost her eyes and etc... Reader stays with Philippa, maybe some fluff in the end?

Radovid paid well...yet you would never have accepted to work for him even if he offered you all the riches the world had to offer. He was insane, cruel and selfish and if it were ul to you, ypu would stay far away from him, but what had sent you to his court, practically begging for an audience was the bounty he had sent out.

You were a mercenary and one of the best one can find in all Velen, Novigrad and White Orchard. You used to be merciless, ruthless, a professional with no remorse for the consequences of your actions. But what changed you was a certain witch who was your downfall as well. Philippa Eilhart. With her, you felt you belonged somewhere, that you had a purpose to live. You loved her dearly, but sometimes you found yourself wondering if she felt the same. After all, you knew of her reputation and sometimes it exceeded her. She was manipulative and put her ambitions before everything else in life. What drew the line were your growing suspicions of her relationship with Margarita Laux-Antille.

Aggrieved, one day you left without even leaving a note and hoped the endless road would give you some kind of comfort. You didn't want to lie to yourself anymore. The bittersweet feeling of love didn't help you cope with the sudden wave of sadness you felt lately. And after months of wandering aimlessly, your path lead you to Radovid's ship in Oxenfurt. The king had put up a bounty for Philippa's head and all the emotions had burst in your heart as soon as you heard her name. Memories of your time together came back in your head and all you could do was pray that no one else had found her before you.

Several weeks had passed and you contemplated your life and choice. You weren't in it for the gold or jewels. You wanted to see her again...needed to see her again. You searched everywhere. Every time you felt you were getting closer, it was as if she slipped from your reach again and again. But something brought you back to the hideout you used to live in with her. Something told you you would find her there. Or at least you hoped you would.

"I hope you found what you were looking for after chasing me around for so long." Philippa's voice echoed off the stone walls of the cavern as soon as you entered. "Phil..." you started, but were cut off by a sudden swoosh of wings that passed by you, catching you off guard. As soon as you turned around, she was there, behind you. "Don't call me that." She warned "So why did you come here? How much is Radovid paying you to kill me?" There was an ever so slight disappointment in her tone, mixed with anger. "I wasn't looking for you to kill you." You defended, but she merely scoffed. "Oh, I doubt. You proved quite heartless after the little stunt you pulled several months ago." You blushed in embarrassment.

You noticed a piece of cloth covering her eyes and wondered what that was about, but you weren't going to ask her until you got things right between you. Did she hurt her eyes? Or was she training in a new type of magic? You weren't very gifted in that art, yourself, and didn't understand anything other than what Philippa had told you. "Phil...don't say that..." you started, but didn't know what else to say. Philippa waited patiently for a few moments, but when you didn't answer, she scoffed again "Am I wrong? You left without uttering a word." She shook her head. "Well, you were too busy with Margarita to even notice I'm there!" You suddenly yelled, but Philippa remained unfazed by your outburst. "Your accusations are completely false. If you haven't noticed, witches are being hunted and I try my best to reassemble the Lodge even though more and more of my sisters are being killed by the same man who hired you to kill me." She explained with a menacing tone.

You blushed again, but tried to remain calm "I told you, I'm not here to kill you. I just want to find you. So please, at least take the blindfold off and look at me properly." You begged, to which she just smirked, a tint of sadness on her features "Are you sure about that?" She asked "All you will see will be empty eye sockets, I'm afraid. Radovid has taken my sight long ago." Her words shocked you. You found yourself staring at her, mouth agape and your heart beating rapidly in your chest. "Oh, Philippa..." you whispered, not wanting to imagine the pain she must have went through. "I don't need your pity." She simply stated.

"Listen," you began again "I don't know if you will believe me, but I truly am sorry for what I did to you. I want to say, also, that my feelings haven't changed for you all this time. I still love you, Phil..." you stepped closer "Not all the gold in the world would make me want to kill you and gods help me if I ever see Radovid again." She took a moment to answer. She was wondering if you were sincere. "I truly hope you tell the truth. Because I still love you as well. I don't know if i can forgive you immediately after falsely accusing me of cheating but I wish to try again and hopefully be better for you this time because I don't want to lose you." She finally smiled, a true, happy smile "And I'm glad you came back. I suffered a lot while you were gone."

You took her hands in yours and came closer to her, leaning in to capture her lips in yours in a sweet, loving kiss "Thank you, love." She kissed back, wrapping her arms around your neck "I love you, Y/N."

[uiuishii]

Avallac’h: You will position yourselves on the cliffs: here, here and he-

Yennefer: Thank you, I believe we know how to form a circle

Philippa: Even those of us who lack eyes for the moment

Avallac’h: I sIMpLY WIsH tO aVoid-

Triss, Margarita and Fringilla in their head: Wow, they even make an Elven sage lose patience...

[lauxantille]

Yennefer: we need to continue this chat later, Phil. A fucking drunkard is flirting with Geralt.

Philippa, laughing: go ahead Yenna. Knock some sense to that drunkard

Yennefer: TRISS GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HIM!

Philippa:

Philippa: wait that's mY DRUNKARD!

[uselessfanboy]

I saw this fucking Dijkstra drunk dancing.

And everytime I think of him trying to seduce Philippa with it.

And she’s just standing there like:

[blurrythekid]

Shower thought (Part III.)

What if Philippa dosen’t wear her blindfold because of her missing eyes, but because she tried a spell that have gone wrong and now she have something like laser eyes? Her blindfold only have this dimmed shine because she has fuckin’ laser eyes hiding under it!

[windflowerofskellige]

Here's the lore of this thought okay I was thinking about Dijkstra as one does on your average Tuesday. And now that I'm on short term disability and have nothing but the fatigue and my own autism, So I thought about Dijkstra's interaction with Geralt in Thanedd. Dijkstra is of common birth Count Dijkstra of Tretogor is something Vizimir gave him to not offend the nobility keeping this large hulking seven ft tall spy he was probably sleeping with and he definitely funded through Oxenfurt in his court. This is corroborated by the blatant classism he experiences in the later books. That made me think how did he get Vizimir's attention because Vizimir is no Foltest of Temeria where he could just be a whore (i am looking directly at CDPRs roche). This likely means he was of common birth in the employ of a noble family servants of nobility were usually families who trained their young to care for the nobility so I thought well that makes sense if his parents were head servants that he was trained to take over the finances and other things that the baron, viscount, duke, etc would be too busy and important to do. That means he was raised in a noble house. That explains why he moves through court so fluently despite as we see in the tower of swallows and the lady of the lake not being looked on kindly by the higher classes. (Classic classicism) Then I thought about his azure eyes and thought hm what if he's an illegitimate child of a noble and was raised to be a servant see his dad (the servant who raised him) is not the step dad he's the dad that stepped up you can't really say no to the head of the family he's only ten years older than Dandelion see in that conversation where we get only the most flippant of answers as to why Dandelion spies "out of patriotic duty" you see them interact in a manner which Philippa Eilhart calls out as unserious his tone there is mocking but affectionate and they have a coded language that sure could be spies but if we take my "Dijkstra is Dandelion's older half brother who was raised to be Dandelion's personal servant a la ori reuven who then rose above his station because the prince of redania took interest in him and funded him through oxenfurt" theory then you must follow that natural conclusion. When Dandelion did whatever he did to make Julian Alfred Pankratz not him (we know he's extremely uncomfortable with that title and name so much so even Geralt didn't know who Viscount Julian was in Toussaint) I like to imagine he faked his death. THEN the natural conclusion to why Dandelion spies for Dijkstra is that it's not about spying it's a personal emotional matter to keep track of his brother. AND WE KNOW FROM THANEDD DANDELION JUST FLIPPANTLY GOES HE COULD'VE GONE AFTER ME BUT HE DIDN'T AH WELL NEVERMIND. So anyways basically it makes more sense than some vague patriotic duty if Dandelion is spying for Dijkstra because Dijkstra wants to keep tabs on him so he gives him a job. The entire conversation between Dandelion and Dijkstra with Philippa in Blood of Elves reread with they're brothers headcanon then reads "I'm not really mad but philippa is so play along" especially how dijkstra reacts to Philippa's prodding his brother. I think honestly Dijkstra's parents (the servants) helped Dandelion fake his death so he owed Dijkstra who just wants Dandelion to stop following that damn Witcher around please you're going to get yourself killed. It's animosity as a means of affection you see the vision yes?

Geralt rides a Roach, Ciri rides Roche

Hey Marina. Hows it going? I bought some new books have you read mary shelley's frankenstein? ANYWAYS Onto the witcher clownery since I have your attention, I have come to the conclusion that Dijkstra and Dandelion could be illegitimate half brothers. Now is this canon absolutely not but there is nothing in canon DISPROVING this so lets take a journey shall we?

Let us start in bounds of reason Where Dandelion's reaction to watching a dragon absolutely destroy a man was SUCH.

Now, let us compare this to Thanedd when Geralt breaks Dijkstra's ankle (already really tame this is the man who killed men to shock foltest)

SCREAMED AS IF IT HAD BEEN HIS OWN ANKLE.

ARE WE SEEING THE VISION HERE BECAUSE IM JUST SAYING HE HAS A STRONG STOMACH FOR VIOLENCE AND GERALT WAS REALLY TAME HERE FOR SOMEONE WHO JUST THREATENED CIRI LIKE IM JUST SAYING. THAT WAS TAME??? AND THERE SEEMS TO BE AN EMOTIONAL ATTACHMENT.

[moghedien]

Philippa would get sick or hurt and be oh so bravely pushing through it but very obviously not entirely well and Triss would be like “Phil you need to go to bed” and then try to escort Philippa back to bed and Philippa is just arguing with her the entire way that she is perfectly able to go about her business, Triss Merigold, and does not need to be treated like a child. she knows her limits and she is well within them, you bothersome mother hen. 

but Triss gets her in bed and Phil is still be pouting/arguing, and Triss is like “I’ll go get you some soup” and Philippa is like “and another blanket?” 

[wordsofwitchers]

Yo! Could I get Philippa really seeing her s/o for the first time after her eyesight is back?

Hi this is adorable and im gay for Philippa

When you first received the letter you weren’t sure what to think. You were instructed to arrive at the usual place, in central Novigrad no less. There was a bloody manhunt going on, and you couldn’t help wondering what the absolute hell Philippa was thinking, asking you to meet her in a place like this, filled to the brim with prying eyes hungry for the gold they would receive upon handing information over to Radovid’s men. But you did it anyway.

It wasn’t like you had a choice. Philippa had been in hiding for months, and her letters had been scarce. You knew she couldn’t just pop into your small hovel in all her glory and put the kettle on for some herbal tea, whispering sweet nothings into your ear while soldiers were ready to knock the door off it’s hinges. No matter how much you wanted it. The thought made a small shiver run down your back. You missed her. Badly.

You had been waiting quite a while though. Philippa was punctual, not to a fault, but enough for it to be out of place for her to be late. The sun was beginning to set, and you were beginning to feel anxious. The guard was even stricter during the night, and even though you didn’t attract attention, it was still better to be safe than sorry.

Just as you were about to head back to your house, let down and disappointed, if not even a little bit angry, a voice made you stop.

“Do excuse me, darling. Trivial matters got the best of me.”

You swiftly turned around, a radiant smile on your lips. As you saw her, you froze. The ribbon covering her eyes was gone. And what marvellous eyes they were. The colour of glazed honey, glimmering in the first rays of the sunset. The freckles on her cheeks could have been flakes fallen from the gold in them.

In turn, Philippa did not say a word. She was standing a few feet from you, her hand frozen in the air, mid-motion, while the other was characteristically stuck to her hip. She was glued to the spot, not even reprimanding the peasant who accidentally bumped into her, mumbling an absentminded apology as he went.

You felt the urge to pinch yourself to be convinced of the fact that this wasn’t a dream.

Philippa Eilhart was blushing.

Genuinely blushing. A sweet pink covered her cheekbones and a blackness took over the gold of her eyes.

A moment passed. People were starting to look at the two of you, curiously frozen in place.

“You’re beautiful,” Philippa whispered, finally overcoming the imaginary spell. “Impossibly so.”You felt your own blush reach all the way up to your ears. “Thank you,” you said, stumbling over your words. “You too. You always are.”

“No, no, no,” she said, coming closer and placing her hand gently on your cheek. “This is different. From before.” You knew what she meant and allowed yourself to revel in her soft touch. Philippa didn’t waver as she let the tips of her fingers graze over your cheekbones, your brow, your eyelids, and finally finding a resting place on your lower lip.

“So beautiful.”