#theia anastos

[darlingrutherford]

Geralt "I don't give sentimental gifts like flowers to Theia because I'm Not That Guy, but I'll collect cuttings of plants on my adventures for her if they're ones she has trouble getting for her potions and spells where she lives because it's NoT tHe SaME" of Rivia

[darlingrutherford]

I'm in a bit of a Witcher mood, so I'd love to answer some of these for Theia :3 of course, I'm always happy to answer some for Lana as well since she's #1 babe 🤣 just specify if you send one in, pretty please!

Uncommon Questions for OCs and their creators:

Send me a # (questions for OCs) or a letter (questions for creators) and I’ll answer

QUESTIONS FOR YOUR OCs

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

How easy is it for your character to laugh?

How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

How easy is it to earn their trust?

How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child

Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

What animal do they fear most?

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

What makes their stomach turn?

Are they easily embarrassed?

What embarrasses them?

What is their favorite number?

If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

Why do they get up in the morning? 

How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? 

How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)? 

 Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom? 

 What are their thoughts on marriage? 

 What is their preferred mode of transportation? 

 What causes them to feel dread? 

 Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? 

 Do they usually live up to their own ideals? 

 Who do they most regret meeting? 

 Who are they the most glad to have met? 

 Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke? 

 Could they be considered lazy? 

 How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt? 

 How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive? 

Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap? 

Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)? 

What memory do they revisit the most often? 

How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people? 

How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

How do they feel about children? 

How badly do they want to reach their end goal? 

If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so? 

QUESTIONS FOR CREATORS

A) Why are you excited about this character? B) What inspired you to create them? C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story? D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look? E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you? F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)? G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most? H) What trait do you admire most? I) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe? J) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?

[darlingrutherford]

27 for the otp ask please!!! Any or all pairings of your choice :)

Ahgohaofks, you left the door open to all, so all ye shall receive! 🤣

Obligatory 🔥spicy🔥 content warning~

OTP Asks

27. Do they have any kinks/fetishes that they share?

PSA, I'm only listing the ones they specifically share since that's what the question says. There's a good chance each couple have their own kinks that they happily engage in for their partner 👀

Lana/Alistair: bondage is a big one for these two. Both of them equally enjoy being tied up or tying down the other, blindfolding, all that good stuff. For Lana, being bound is an effective way for her to release all her stress with the man she feels completely safe with, to surrender herself to him and put all her trust in him. And Alistair, well... He just really enjoys being rendered absolutely useless by a woman as short as Lana, to be used in whatever way she fancies... And, maybe, a bit of magic being involved, if she'll indulge him.

Sarya/Cullen: They both have a borderline exhibitionism kink (which Sarya very kindly helped Cullen realize), in which they both enjoy the thrill of having sex somewhere they could be caught, but both would be fairly mortified (Cullen morseo than Sarya) if they actually were caught. Libraries, the War Room, Cullen's office desk (obviously). One time, even, a secluded corner of the battlements late at night. It's all good fun until they're caught then Cullen wants to die and Sarya will be red for days whenever anyone so much as looks at her

Theia/Geralt: Geralt had never really embraced the White Wolf title bestowed upon him, not until Theia showed him just how fun it could be. They definitely indulge a lot in the primal kink, where it's not uncommon for Geralt to enter Theia's home after a long time away (when he's expected back) only to find her nowhere to be found, with only a note inviting him to find her, to follow her trail and hunt her down. The first one shot I ever posted of them was actually about this. Theia embraces Geralt being a witcher, which really only encourages him even more. She finds it thrilling to be hunted down by him, and use a bit of magic to trip him up along the way. And when he finally catches her, all bets are off as to what he'll do to her.

Aneira/Jaskier: Dirty talk is huge for them. Jaskier, unsurprisingly, doesn't leave his eloquent prose-loving tongue at the bedroom door. Although he's absolutely romantic and will spout poetry at a moment's notice to Aneira, it's not uncommon at all for their romantic time in bed or anywhere else to devolve into Jaskier rattling off crude, yet oddly still poetic, things to Aneira. Sometimes it'll even begin that way, even before they make it into the bedroom - him whispering to her all the dirty things he wants to do to her, the salacious noises he'll have her make. And Aneira loves it. It's enough to make her drop everything they're doing (or, if they're in the middle of performing, silently begging the powers that be to speed up time) and drag him to the nearest secluded area. And she'll hold him to every word he promised, and shout some of her own crude words in the process to direct his intentions.

[darlingrutherford]

Theia opening her door to see Geralt carrying a very naked and aroused Jaskier who is trussed up, gagged, and squirming. "You said you wanted me to pick you up a toy from the market." Geralt smirks at her. "Interested?"

👀👀👀

Theia just looks at Jaskier, who is looking at her with slightly confused and expectant eyes, then looks at Geralt and kind of tuts her tongue a bit and goes, "You undressed and tied him up yourself? That's half the fun."

[darlingrutherford]

Both Theia and Geralt hate court so much that I just can't help but want to force them into situations where they have to go to court.

[darlingrutherford]

I headcanon the fashion from Theia's home country, Myos, being very similar to this. Lots of light fabrics, very airy designs to allow for them to stay cool since it's a warmer coastal area.

Hassidriss ‘Burning Shadows’ Fall 2019 Haute Couture Collection

[darlingrutherford]

I'm really invested in the idea of Geralt slowly (and begrudgingly) realizing that Theia is someone he can be vulnerable around. He can actually relax around her. And it's incredibly uncomfortable for him, because he's been through so much, he's had rocks thrown at him, people have spat on him, all because he's a Witcher.

He's spent most of his life feeling unworthy of love, content he would never fall asleep curled up against someone else, who would hold him as if he's the one who would be easily broken, and then along comes Theia - playful, loving, caring Theia - who legitimately gives all the damns about him, who never assumes that he's anything like the stories she's heard of Witchers. She accepts him as he is, and thinks so highly of him, and is so patient with him, seeing right through his gruff bullshit day in and day out. And he gets more and more comfortable with her, until one day he suddenly realizes she's gotten under his skin, and that terrifies him, and warms him, all at once.

[darlingrutherford]

A thought:

Theia placing a flower crown on Geralt's head while he's distracted, sharpening his sword on the ground.

[darlingrutherford]

Fighting a monster with flowers in your hair because you can't find the strength to say No to your forest witch of a girlfriend? It's more likely than you think.

[darlingrutherford]

8 for Geralt and Theia 💕

OTP Asks

8. What were their first impressions of each other?

Well, the first time Geralt ever saw Theia was when he and Jaskier were walking through the woods towards town in the pouring rain and Theia was "showering" in it 😂 He saw her from rather far away so it wasn't their first spoken interaction, but Geralt definitely had a moment of "what the fuck" confusion. When they first spoke in the town's tavern, he wasn't quite sure what to think about her. Beautiful sorceress who bathes naked in the woods and doesn't look at him any differently than one would a regular, normal human? He was intrigued, but definitely wary of her all the same.

Theia likes to pride herself on her ability to see people for who they are, to be able to read someone through their eyes in some respect. She already knows how alienating it can be to be a sorceress, and can only imagine how lonely and ostracizing humanity must make it for a Witcher. When she first met Geralt she saw a man sitting alone, drawing the judgemental eyes of nearly everyone around. When she spoke to him she heard someone who is thankful to have kind company, even if he doesn't obviously show it. She saw a man with great depths to him beneath golden eyes that scared everyone else away, that the rumors of Witchers not feeling were obviously not true. And she felt inexplicably drawn to him because of that.

[darlingrutherford]

Are theia and yennifer friends, do they know each other at all

So this is something I haven't 100% decided. I'm leaning towards yes-ish, given the idea that the world I have Theia in is a bit of an AU that folds over bits and pieces of canon, mostly foregoing a lot of Ciri's and the Law of Surprise's involvement and such (although that could always change, who knows lmao).

What I'm leaning towards though, is that Yennifer and Theia do know each other. Yennifer is older than Theia, so they don't know each other from their schooling at Aretuza, but their paths have crossed a few times and they get along alright. Theia is a bit more soft than Yennifer likes, and as such Yennifer sees her as weaker and less ambitious. She sees Theia "hiding in the woods" as squandering her potential as a sorceress, especially when she had to give up no part of herself to have that potential.

However, Theia is also someone who sees people for who they are, even if they're trying to hide it deep down. Because of that she's able to get through to Yennifer, and Yennifer does consider her a friend if she ever needs one. And, someone she can always enjoy a bit of contact and fun from whenever their paths cross if they're feeling it lol

[darlingrutherford]

28

OTP Asks

(obligatory 🔥 spicy🔥 warning 👀 also I'm on mobile and can't put up a cut so you've been waaaarned~)

28. Write a ~300 fantasy one of them has about the other.

(I chose to fucus on Geralt for this one, hope that's ok! Enjoy! 😉)

It's one he's thought about often, when he's on the road many, many miles away from her. Sometimes it pops into his head while he's riding from one town to the next, other times it's late at night, when Geralt is close to sleep at his campfire, and the fantasy of her drifts into his mind.

It's nearly always the same: Theia comes to him, practically out of thin air, as if she were the one who had tracked him down for once. He begins to ask her how she found him, what she's doing there, his eyes (and his eyes only) asking why she's completely nude, but she always cuts him off - “I didn't follow you this far to talk.”

It starts with kissing, slow, almost painfully so, when all he usually wants to do after so long apart from her is to pull her to him and devour her. She straddles him in front of the campfire, holding his face softly as she teases his lips with the tip of her tongue. In reality Geralt is unbuttoning his trousers beneath his heavy blanket, but in his mind it's her hand, her slim fingers tugging at his shirt to get it out of the way while she deftly pulls the fabric of his trousers to either side, just enough to slip her warm hand between the two of them. He imagines his hand is hers - a difficult task, considering the myriad of calluses on his hand, but he does his best to imagine just the same. Her grip is heavy compared to her kisses, and he quickly grows in response to her touch. She shifts, and while Geralt is sliding his hands up her thighs she's burying his cock in her heat.

He groans as he's squeezed by her, watches how her head hangs back with a wide grin on her backlit face as she slides along him. She's a spectacular sight to behold, blissful noises catching in her throat and bubbling over into gasps and moans until the air is filled with the sound of her while her golden curls sway back and forth with her hips. All of her is as he remembers from before: her sounds, the feel of her, even the scar on her belly that he would never trade for the world. She's perfect, the feel of her, the taste of her skin.

She speeds up when his hand does beneath the blanket, his hand a lousy excuse for her exquisite quim, but it gets the job done. Soon she's begging him to reach his peak in her, and Geralt can't help it. If Theia was there, really there, he would make an effort to last much, much longer. He's been away for so long, though, and the memory of her is simply too good. He obeys her wanton begging, and he bursts with enough force to render himself dizzy.

It's a simple fantasy for certain, not at all the most involved they've ever made it. But it leaves him breathless, still grasping all the same to the thought of her until the next time they meet.

[darlingrutherford]

It snowed in ACNH and now I'm busy thinking about all the ways Alistair and Lana could keep each other warm while camping in the snow when they're unable to make it to an inn 👀

Also thinking about Geralt arriving at Theia's in the middle of a snow storm and Theia feeling how cold his hands are and just saying, "Well, that won't do," before dragging him over to the hearth and helping him get his cold armor off 👀👀👀

[darlingrutherford]

All right, I'm fighting the part of me that says I need things I post to be in sequential order and make complete sense, and be longer than a five minute read 🤣 So, here's a random Theia/Geralt short bit I wrote today. Takes place probably uh.... Five years since they met? Don't hold me to that. No smut, unfortunately, but maybe I'll write that continuing bit to this later 😏😂

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The kettle was mid-pour in Theia's hand when Geralt's voice came through the communication broach around her neck, of which she had gifted one to him years before. His voice was strained, almost drowned out by the deep growl of something else that made the hair on Theia's neck stand straight as it came through the onyx brooch.

“Ogre… East glen…!”

A distinct swear from Geralt was all but drowned out by another terrifyingly loud growl before the sound cut out. Hot water splashed the floor of her home as the kettle dropped from Theia’s grip, barely missing her feet. She glanced to her left where Geralt's swords lay propped against the wall in their scabbards, left behind when he had intended on simply collecting firewood in the forest that surrounded the place she had settled in just one year ago.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Theia swore, scrambling to the wall and grabbing the belt that held the two scabbards together. She knew there was a good chance Geralt only needed one - either the one made of meteorite, or the one made of silver for use against certain monsters. Besides knowing how dangerous ogres could be, Theia couldn't find herself able to decide in her panic which sword would better serve Geralt in that moment, and instead opted to bring both. She passed her boots on her way out the door, not even finding the time to don them as she ran to the small stable at the side of her home. Rocks stung her feet as they dug into her skin until she met the reprise of dirt and light straw covering of the stable.

The mare startled with a loud huff as Theia all but ran into the wood gate to her stall and flung it open. Theia touched Roach’s nose gently, giving her a loving yet quick pet apologetically before strapping the sword as tightly as she could to her own back as she'd seen Geralt do many times before. She could have sworn she saw Roach eyeing the swords intently, not used to seeing them in Theia's possession.

“Sorry, girl, but Geralt needs us,” she said hastily. Roach took a heavy step towards her, as if she had understood the panic in Theia’s voice, and stood still as Theia struggled to lift herself onto the tall mare. It had been a long while since Theia had ridden a horse on her own, let alone pulled herself onto one. The heavy swords strapped to her back didn't help the matter, nor the fact that Theia had decided there was no time to saddle or bridle the mare. Roach gruffly huffed in annoyance as Theia grabbed the mare’s mane to help hoist herself up, but, surprisingly, did little more in defiance. Theia had barely taken a breath once atop the horse before Roach immediately trotted out of the stall with a purpose.

Her thighs squeezing for dear life, Theia gripped Roach’s mane and hugged her body low as the mare took off out of the barn. Theia kept her eyes forward, fighting the urge to close them in spite of her fear of falling - that much she had remembered clearly from her riding lessons so long ago. Before she had thought of herself as quite an adept rider, but the lack of bridle and reins, saddle, and the speed at which Roach was determined to keep at, all made Theia feel as if every lesson had gone out the window so to speak. Geralt's swords, unable to be tightened any further to her back by the belt that was clearly made to fit the witcher and not someone of her stature, throttled and slammed into her over and over again with each gallop of Roach’s hooves. She ignored the pain against her back, instead focusing on reaching out with her magic and following the spark of magic she could feel each time Geralt used one of his Witcher signs. Roach seemed to follow Theia's eyes, deviating from their path only on occasion to avoid a tree or, despite Theia's pulling on her mane, to leap over the occasional fallen trunk of a tree.

Soon they came to a clearing in the woods, and Theia felt her heart freeze as her eyes widened at the sight of the large ogre ahead of them. Roach all but came to a halt, whinnying and huffing as she stomped at the ground, refusing to go any further, and it took most of Theia's strength to not fall from the mare. Theia dropped from Roach, fighting the shaking of her legs to dash towards Geralt. Blood stained his shirt, ran down his arm to his hands and dripped to the ground as he stood with fists at the ready despite the slight sway of his stance. Theia pulled from the Earth, felt the ground rumble beneath her feet and shoot off ahead towards the ogre as she chanted an incantation. She pointed her spread fingers out at the ogre, pulling as hard as she could until tree roots shored from the ground and wrapped up the side of the it to trap its left leg. The ogre let out a callous roar and began pulling angrily at the roots. Geralt spun at the sight, his chest heaving with heavy breath as he locked eyes with Theia. She didn't bother taking the time to slip the swords from her back, instead opting to turn her back to Geralt the moment she reached his side. She pulled her chin to her chest at the same time she felt Geralt reach for one of the swords. It sang as it was freed from the hilt, cutting the air in a high pitched howl as Geralt quickly pirouetted on the ground and sent the razor sharp blade straight through the neck of the ogre.

Theia turned and, upon seeing the head of the ogre tumble to the ground, fell to her knees panting. Geralt dropped the sword to his side and practically fell to sit, his breath matching Theia's. He turned to glance at her, smirking smugly as he found her staring wide-eyed at the sky.

“That was a handy trick,” he said, nodding towards the roots that continued to hold the slumped, now headless, ogre body in place.

“I do what I can,” Theia said breathily with a laugh. She looked at Geralt, her smile falling as she remembered the blood traversing down his arm. “Where'd it get you?”

“Just a blow to the head,” Geralt said, as if it were hardly a big deal.

“Just a blow to the head,” Theia repeated with a slight scoff. “You'll have me worry to death some day, you know.”

Geralt opened his mouth to protest when Theia scooted closer to him to check his wound, only to close it again. He had known Theia long enough by then, knew better than to argue with her when the threat of immediate danger was nowhere to be found. Years ago perhaps he would have tried to convince her to at least wait until she could catch her breath, perhaps rest a moment herself, but he knew how stubborn she was, how her care for him outweighed his ability to insist otherwise. That is, until he began hearing the ripping of fabric.

“You really don't need to ruin your skirt over a bit of blood,” he protested as he saw the fabric in her hand that matched the color of her red skirt.

“I need to be able to see the wound to know what I'm healing,” she said while pushing his dirtied hair out of the way. Geralt made a harsh hum of a noise as she pressed the fabric to what appeared to be the source of the blood - a spot just above his right temple that had been split open. “Besides, it’s almost summer. I could use a shorter skirt anyway.”

Geralt chuckled lowly. Theia moved to sit with her feet below her bottom as she applied pressure to his wound with the fabric. Geralt felt his amulet vibrate lightly as the skin at his temple began to tighten and tingle. Nearby, a bush adorned with newly popped white blossoms suddenly faded as if autumn had overcome it in a moment. After a minute or so Theia pulled the cloth away from his temple, poked at the skin a bit with her fingers and, satisfied, dropped her hand with a sigh as she slipped her feet out from beneath her to sit fully on the ground.

“I thought you were getting firewood?” Theia chastised him lightly with a smile.

“There's a good pile collected back-a-ways.” He nodded behind him, as if that was clue enough of its whereabouts. He caught eye of Roach, who was currently happily grazing on a patch of chamomile, and chuckled. “Prefer bareback, do you?”

“No. My ass hurts,” Theia whined, and dropped to her back dramatically. Geralt's laugh was a bit louder that time, causing a smile to quickly creep onto Theia's face.

“Well, you two certainly saved my ass.” Geralt raised his brow at Theia's bare, dirt covered feet. “Perhaps a bath is in order, not only for your sore ass.”

“Are you calling me dirty, Witcher?” She playfully huffed.

“Not to worry. You'll never be able to clean enough filth from yourself to qualify as the lady your parents desire you to be.”

“So you are calling me dirty.”

“If the lack of shoes fits.”

[darlingrutherford]

For a sorceress, Theia sure has had a lot of near death experiences. One would think she'd be a bit more alert, but, nah.

[darlingrutherford]

22, 28 aaaand..... 33 for Theia? And does she have any nicknames? Sorry I know I'm asking alot. And things not on the questionnaire lol

Akgkshfkjwf you (nor anyone else) ever run the risk of too many asks. Thank you ❤️❤️

50 Random OC and Relationship Questions

22. If your OC has scars, where are they and how did they get them?

Theia's most noticeable scar is a large burn on her right side just above her hip that nearly reaches her belly button. It was a scar she gained during her sorcery training, when she was trying to mix a concoction outside of classes and accidentally got a couple ingredients mixed up (and their amounts). She began turning to reach for something else just as it burst and burned a good sized hole through her clothing and onto her skin. She was "allowed" to not undergo the physical change at the end of her training due to specific circumstances related to her family (I'll expand on that in the third question below). She was given the option, but she opted not to. Theia kept it as a clear reminder of how much can go wrong when you're not paying attention to magic.

28. Would your OC ever torture someone?

Yeah, she would, lol. Theia's a really sweet person, albeit a bit sassy and playful. That said, she loves those close to her fiercely and wouldn't hesitate to torture someone if it meant saving the life of someone she loves. There's a very niche switch in her that's ready to be flipped if anyone ever threatens the livelihood one of her close friends.

33. What is a fact about your OC that only one or two people know?

You'll have to forgive me in advance, I realize how tropey this is and I'm honestly a bit (probably without reason) embarrassed that I even decided to incorporate this into Theia's story, but I LOVE TROPES SO MUCH and once the idea got in my head I couldn't be rid of it 🤣 I can't remember if I've posted about this on here before or if it's just from me ranting to a friend about it (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE🤣)

So, yeah. Definitely more than one or two people know about this, we'll call it a good handful of niche sorcerers and such. But it's Theia's biggest secret and one that she even keeps from Geralt until he finds out rather abruptly after them knowing each other for years. Theia's the third and youngest child of King Aldrich Anastos, who rules over a coastal kingdom called Myos (one I made up for the sake of Theia's storyline). Theia's full name is Altheia Caitriona Elena Anastos. She left behind the Anastos name when she was twelve after a sorcerer from the Brotherhood came to offer to take her to train after she had a number of conduit moments, but her father even refused for someone to stay there and teach her, insisting that she just 'ignore it' instead, fearing that her being a sorceress would only hurt their kingdoms chance at finding her a suitable match. She begged the sorcerer to take her anyway, since she was terrified of hurting someone after she set a pair of curtains on fire in anger, and so they faked her drowning knowing that her father would always send people looking for her otherwise. So, her family believed her dead, and she was able to learn to control her abilities and thrive with them. Her being of royal blood is the only reason they didn't insist on her going through the physical change that sorcerers do upon finishing their training. She tends to reside just outside of small towns where she can still report to the Brotherhood if she gets wind of anyone who should be on their radar and such, because sending her to a kingdom would be too risky in case anyone recognized her (changing her face would have helped with that, but that's another thing lol). So, yeah. Theia's biggest secret that only a handful of people (eventually including Geralt and, even more eventually, Jaskier) is that she's a princess. A reluctant one who wants nothing to do with courtly affairs or everything else that comes with it, but, a princess nonetheless. Seems Geralt just can't rid himself of them 😂

And! To answer your question of nicknames - The only person to really give her a true nickname (other than 'witch' or all the other lovely names humans like to call her) is Geralt. After knowing her for a short while he begins calling her Thei, because apparently the extra syllable at the end is too long for him... J/k of course, but, still.