#reused my priestess outfit

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Competition Entry - Starlight Walker

Final Rank: 54

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||The Witcher tarot | The High Priestess | Philippa Eilhart||

[Other cards of the Witcher tarot can be found here and on my Instagram art account]

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Just like the magician card, I hesitated between drawing either Philippa or Tissaia. Both of them are very old and powerful mages, so either of them could fit. But then I remembered why I love Philippa Eilhart so much, the Lodge of Sorceresses and her major role in that (among other things). And because I probably have mommy issues thanks to her honestly lmao. 

Philippa’s outfit is inspired by an edit of The Witcher 3 I saw online, and the gorgeous gown of Laetitia Casta at the Cannes festival in 2013 (she could be an incredible Philippa btw), because wings of course. I spent hours searching for a good pic of Loc Muinne in The Witcher 2 to draw the columns that are usually represented in the high priestess tarot card but couldn’t find any. So I settled for a more classical style.

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Only If •||• Loki x Reader

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Summary: Loki Odinson is keeping you safe, but while you’re taking care of him you notice there’s more going on.

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Loki Odinson. Prince of Asgard. He sat in the water of his bath, relaxing and holding onto the sides of the golden bathtub. His hair curled weakly from being wet. You would have stared at the man if you hadn’t had something more important than his luxury.

He was beautiful, in a way that was near frightening. Long, delicate features, like a raven, with all the cunning and twice the grace. Jet black hair, dazzling eyes. He had his head propped against the brim of the tub, candles lit all around the dark room.

You felt the urge to give in to your desires, again, like you had the last time you needed to interrupt him. A weight in your chest dropped to your gut. You swallowed. “Put your clothes on and get out the door.” You were undercover as a maid, and only Loki knew about it.

Loki turned to you, sitting up. The water sloshed with a tinkling noise. “(Y/N), dear, how many times must I remind you that I need a warning first?” He sighed. He stood, grabbing a towel. “I thought you didn’t like seeing me naked. Unless... That’s untrue?” Loki smirked.

You felt your face heat. “Just hurry up.” You grit your teeth and avert your eyes. You loved the lavender scents he wore and bathed in. They drove you wild. Loki put on a robe, slinking toward you. A shashay of pride.

Your chest tightened when you felt his scent wafting to you. You knew he was doing it on purpose now. He wrung out his hair, twirling it into a knot. He traced your jaw, looking you over. How you hated when he did that.

“Darling, I will never speed up.” He sighed again, touching one of your locks affectionately and curiously. He smirks, cupping your chin. “You can’t just expect me to leave, can you? I’m not even decent.” He pouted fakely, going behind his curtain. You cross your arms.

This dark room smelled like his natural musk and all sorts of yummy perfumes. The golden glints made everything feel warmer, his silver tongue always so gorgeous to listen to. Perhaps, once upon a time, you might have been allowed to play this hard to get with him. Nowadays, not once would you ever be caught dead flirting or wishing for the ridiculous things he offered with just a look.

But yet you continued.

The guards poked their heads in, so you switched to using your “maid talk.” Loki could see them, too. “We need to go, my lord. This is important.” You shrugged off the want to see him more, and the rest of the childish wants involving his person.

“Patience, my Sigyn.” He winked at you when he popped out, all cleaned, dressed, and his hair slicked back and brushed. “Now what is it that is so unbelievably important that you had to interrupt my bath?” He took your hand to kiss it. You ripped your fingers away from his, annoyed, but instantly regretted it.

“You’ve been summoned by King Odin, my prince,” you say, quickly remembering to bow. The guards left, and you dropped your demeanor back to normal. You looked at Loki’s shocked face.

“Oh,” he whispered. “It is important.” Loki looked at your flushed face. “Do you like my new outfit?” He laughed nervously, trying to change the subject.

Both of you were sure that Odin had found out that you weren’t really part of the staff. You were from Vanaheim. Part of the Vanir. A conspiring rebellion against Asgard.

“Do... Do you think that he found out about me?” you whispered quietly. Loki looked at your mouth, stepping toward you. He took your hands, squeezing them softly. He had been helping you try and change the Asgardian rule so it was fairer to the other realms. He had committed treason.

Just as you had.

“Answer me,” you pleaded, getting worried by his unusual body language. You searched his eyes. They seemed so soft, so worried. He didn’t listen, lost in thought. His eyebrow arched when he tried to say something, but nothing came from his lips. “Loki, answer me!”

He looked back and met your gaze. “Only if you kiss me, first,” he mumbled. You could barely make out his words. You didn’t want to believe he just said that. Your heart skipped.

“Loki,” you try again.

His lips hardened into a thin line. He cupped your face with both hands, then held your shoulders, then held your arms firmly with his large hands. He moved forward, pushing you against the wall. He kissed your cheek, your jaw, your neck, holding you close.

“Loki, this isn’t funny. Stop fooling around!” you quietly scold. He kissed your chin, holding your face fondly but firmly.

“I’m not fooling around,” he says quietly, surely. He kissed you once, twice, three times lightly on the mouth. This couldn’t be real. You tried not to kiss back the third time. “I’m doing something I’ve always wanted to. If he hurts you—”

“He won’t. Loki, tell me what’s really eating at you.” You push him off gently, confused. Loki didn’t... he couldn’t feel the same way you did.

“You,” he says. “You’ll leave me here with—with him. I want to make you mine before then. Please, (Y/N), I... I can’t lie forever.” He swallowed. “You can’t just expect me to leave, can you?” He laughed, again, looking like he was about to crumble. He reused a sentence from earlier, which he never did. He was really torn up about Odin’s summons.

Odin never summoned him for no reason. Never to see him. Never to do anything but scold him. He was scared most of the time, and most times, he had no reason to be frightened by his father. This time you both had reason to be scared.

“I wouldn’t,” you promise. You kiss him gently, cupping his face. “And whatever happens, I’ll be by your side.” Loki nodded, taking a deep breath.

“Yes. Yes, okay.” You took his hand. He kissed it. “Follow me. Please?”

You nodded. “Yes,” you say.

You both start to head out the door, but a guard holds you back. “You are to stay here. His Highness must be alone. Allfather’s decree.”

Loki tried to argue but you shook your head. “Of course.” Loki looked at you longingly, but walked down the halls.

Hours later, just when you wanted to start searching for him, Loki came back with hands covering a bleeding face. You stood, rushing to his side. His muffled cries for you only made you even more worried.

“Loki,” you coo, “let me see.” He gently, hands shaking, removed his hands from his mouth. You gasped when you saw his new punishment.

Sewn through his lips was a golden thread. Your eyes burned with angry tears. Not even Loki was safe from Odin’s wrath. “Can we cut it?”

Loki nodded, writing with a trembling hand on the floor with a dagger, Dissolving thread. You very carefully pried the knife from his hands, putting the tip to his mouth. You cut the threads, apologizing when he cried out.

When he was cut free, you used your nature magic to heal him. “Oh, Loki...” You kissed his cheek. “Does it hurt, still?”

He shook his head. “No,” he says. He was quiet for a minute, letting you undress him for a bath. He was covered in sweat and blood. “I talked back to him.” He looked at the floor. “He hates me, (Y/N). He wants me to marry the princess of Vanaheim. I told him no.”

You started running the water, helping him in. His legs were cut up, too, but those would be harder to fix. He hissed as the warm water hit his legs. You caressed his face.

“Loki, don’t let him bully you,” you say quietly. He kissed you firmly.

“I would rather stay here. You’re with me.” He cupped your face. “Would you always be here?” He looked you in the eyes. “Or better yet, marry me?”

You grin. “Only if you kiss me, first.”

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||The Witcher tarot | The Star | Triss Merigold||

[Other cards of the Witcher tarot can be found here and on my Instagram art account]

[DO NOT REPOST OR REUSE WITHOUT LEGAL AND EXPLICIT AUTHORIZATION]

Hope, renewal, healing, but also despair, those are the major meanings of the Star. As the youngest member of the Lodge, Triss matches those traits. She is a force to be reckoned with as a matter of personal healing (mostly her scars due to the battle of Sodden Hill), and never loses hopes regarding Ciri’s safety or the future of magic. Although those hopes can also be blinding and leads her to do some very stupid things (namely, betraying Yennefer, Geralt and Ciri, WELL DONE TRISS). But even if she was definitely a traitor to me in the books, we can’t brush away the fact that she’s probably still very influenceable, especially by older Lodge members like Philippa who would ensure her future in the mages world (I’m deeply convinced that Philippa did manipulate Triss at some point, maybe even did some emotional blackmail of sorts by seducing her, or having a twisted romantic/teacher-student relationship). And honestly, she gained more of my sympathy in the third game by trying to smuggle mages out of Novigrad. So yes, as a figure of hope, Triss isn’t half bad. 

I chose to draw her alternative outfit from TW3, much more into the sorceress/priestess vibe. Also, the books never depicted her as a redhead but I also liked it in the games, so I settled for a softer tone halfway between ginger and chestnut.