#tissaia my life

[lodgeofeilhart]

See, they all made up and will fight the Wild Hunt together!!

[flowers-shouldnt-die]

Okay hear me out: Tissaia has a kid with whoever you ship her with. And her partner knows the skylark thing so they just call the baby “little bird”🥰

[thesevenwondersofawitch]

I've finally finished s3 of The Witcher, and damn it, I JUST WANTED TISSAIA TO BE HAPPY

SERIOUSLY IT WAS SO FREAKING UNFAIR HOW THEY KILLED HER OFF

[thedeadthree]

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-`. LOVE THAT HEALS.

your love is healing. it burns you with every bit of your soul, but you choose to heal, nevertheless. you are so, so so strong and i hope you know that. i send you peace. i send you calm. i hope things will become better for you in time, just as you have made others better in time as well.

-`. LOVE THAT LASTS.

love unconditional, love unfailing. you love no matter what happens because you believe in the best – of you, and them. it will hurt and it will fail you, but this love tastes so sweet – you can never believe that it bitters sometimes. the way you choose to love unconditionally is incredible.

-`. LOVE THAT PROTECTS.

you love so fiercely, with every fibre of your being. maybe you were wounded by love in the past ; such that you choose to love and love and love so wonderfully that the next person who comes into your life never doubts that they are loved by you.

-`. LOVE THAT STRENGTHENS.

you make sure that people know that they are loved, and you give them strength when they need it the most. this is an ability that is rare; the love that you hold speaks wonders of yourself. i hope you're doing alright. isn't it exhausting always being the bigger person?

-`. LOVE THAT CALMS.

this is sweet. i hope you know that you make others feel at ease around you. you're a gem, a blessing, a treasure – and you should know it. it's comfortable loving you. it's a privilege to be around you and to be let into your world.

[wordsbyarwen]

stone in your water | chapter 15

Chapter 15 of Stone was posted about a week ago, but naturally i failed to mention it here. Plugging along with the little post-s1 recovery story that could. Divorced from everything that happened after s1 and therefore spoiler-free.

“What you must think of me,” Tissaia muses after several long minutes of silence, surprising even herself with the words. She will blame exhaustion for this sudden vulnerability. There is little of her Yennefer has not seen anyway—what is one more wayward thought? For a moment, she is left alone in this consideration. And then, with a pragmatism that belies the impossible tenderness behind her voice, Yennefer replies: “I think you deserve to rest.”

As usual, please mind the notes.

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[sapphicshitandsuch]

Tissaia: Darling, sweetie, love of my life. Yennefer: Yennefer: You're mad at me, aren't you? Tissaia: Absolutely livid.

[childofchaosnic74]

Just wanted to take a minute to talk about how incredibly wonderful and stunning MyAnna Buring was as Tissaia De Vries for the entirety of the witcher series. Her performance as Tissaia was outstanding and every time she was on the screen she stole the scene. Her Tissaia is my favourite thing about the show and I'm so glad we got to see her shine so brightly, compared to the books where she had a much smaller part in the story. Her dynamic and chemistry with Yen/Anya is so beautiful to watch and it elevated the series so much. I have so much love for this character and for MyAnna for having done such an incredible job bringing it to life.

[blood-inthefields]

Summary of all my Yennefer/Tissaia fanfics so far...

♠ All we are (is dust in the wind) ¬ It takes four days for Tissaia to find Yennefer after the battle of Sodden.

♠ Pynk (is where it all starts) ¬ In which hot-shot lawyer Tissaia de Vries unknowingly walks into a strip-club and finds herself hypnotized by one of the dancers there. Not how she’d planned her evening to go.

♠ Get naked (i got a plan) ¬ The phone rang, drawing her attention. With a sigh, she picked it up. “Phil, is that you?” Distorted by the line, a muffled voice answered her. “Johnny got clipped.” Tissaia’s hand balled into a fist. “You know what to do,” she replied curtly. The line went dead. She hung up, ran a hand through her hair. A bath would do her good. And then she would go find Yennefer. 

1920s AU.

♠ I’m your sinner (and your whore) ft. JZXR7 �� Due to circumstances entirely beyond Tissaia’s control (Yennefer. Due to Yennefer), she’s found herself trapped in her bedroom with a human whirlwind during a minor pandemic.

She has decided, in all her collected wisdom as Rectoress, that the girl has ten minutes to stop talking before Tissaia takes drastic measures.

♠ Want you, yes i do (bet you never knew it) ¬ The first time that Yennefer considers throwing Tissaia on a bed is in Rinde.

♠ I’ll be loving you (til the end of the night) ¬ Tissaia comes home after a hard day at work to find that her girlfriend has a couple of surprises in store.

♠ The one where Tissaia is a freestyle dance teacher ¬ “It’s Tissaia,” Triss told her, concern evident in her voice.

“What’s with her?”

Now closer to the window, Yennefer leaned forwards and watched as her former mentor, way down below, was shaking her arms and upper body in very strange ways. Had the woman finally lost it?

♠ I will let you down (i will make you hurt) ¬ She feels the blade against her throat before she’s even done with her sentence. Tissaia remains calm, despite the cold metal piercing the skin ever so lightly. Something warm runs down her pale skin and she knows it’s blood. Still, her eyes never leave Yennefer’s.

“Why,” Yennefer begins, almost shouting, as she stalks forward until she’s all up in Tissaia’s face. “Why did you let them send me to Nilfgaard?”

♠ My immoral ft. thinkbucket ¬ What’s up preps, I’m Yennefer Fireball Darkness Purple Mist Vengerberg and I’m a teacher at Aretuza.

or, a parody of legendary fanfiction My Immortal.

♠ Didn’t wanna believe it (but now you are all I see) ¬ It’s on their third date that everything goes to shit. In hindsight Tissaia should have known crushing hard on the whirlwind that is Yennefer would mean her life would be turned upside down. However, she had never imagined it would land her in jail.

♠ And now the surface ripples¬ She’s been scouring the Continent, desperate for a cure for her barrenness when word reaches her.

Tissaia de Vries is dead.

♠Find my place (in the warmth of your embrace)¬ A look at some entries of Tissaia’s diaries about her ever-evolving relationship with Yennefer.

♠ Stay a while (and be mine) ¬  Post Sodden Hill, Yennefer and Tissaia are back at Aretuza. One night changes their relationship forever.

♠ After hours ¬ Could the torture be any worse? Yennefer wondered. It was bad enough to have to spend entire days with Tissaia stuck in a classroom together with noisy, dirty children but being around her after the day was over and the children and other teachers had left was pure torture.

♠ Wanna kiss you (til I lose my breath)¬ The woman is not just a powerful sorceress, she’s an absolute witch and Yennefer tries to hide but it feels pointless. One look from Tissaia and she becomes an open book.

♠ I will reach for you (when you’re feeling low) ¬ Set in 2.03 after Yennefer shows up at Aretuza and gives Tissaia a gay heart attack.

They know, they all know what Yennefer means to her, how long she’s spent trying to find her.

♠ I used to float (now I just fall down) ¬ Post 3.08. Petals descending from the ceiling. Yennefer knew right away it was Tissaia, from way above up in her study, honoring her fallen girls. She looked at them, admired how they fell silently to cover the freshly dug graves.

Then the pain came.

Sharp, burning, unexpected.

Yennefer gasped.

♠ For neither ever nor never (goodbye) ¬ Missing scene from 3.08. Drabble.

♠ This is a glove story ¬ Tissaia receives a gift.

♠ If you wanna go (then I'll be so lonely) ¬ When she finds Tissaia on the floor surrounded by her own blood, Yennefer’s first instinct is to run to her, so she does. Her knees sink to the floor and she wails, cradling Tissaia’s body, hovering over her as if to shield her from harm. But the harm is done, and Tissaia’s the culprit, and Yennefer curses her name.

♠ Sinking fangs (into pumpkin delights) ¬ It is Halloween and Tissaia's been invited to a party where she meets a bewitching stranger… one that could potentially bite her, if asked nicely.

♠ Somewhere in the darnkess (us together for a while) ¬

“You’re playing with fire, Yennefer,” Tissaia warned, a hint of regret in her voice.

The younger mage closed the small gap between them, gently but firmly grabbing Tissaia’s hands with hers.

“Maybe I've always been drawn to the flames,” she replied, her eyes never leaving Tissaia’s.

♠ Do not stand by my grave and weep (I am not there, I do not sleep) ¬

“What did she mean to her,” Ciri bluntly asks after a while. The question’s escaped her but now she can’t take it back. She wishes she could when Geralt remains quiet and a slight frown appears on his face. He doesn’t know, she realizes. Or he does not want to tell her.

And that, in itself, is the beginning of an answer.

♠ Oh, my lover (you made me feel like no other) ¬ Freshly divorced, British architect Tissaia de Vries embarks on a journey to Italy where she finds herself caught in a whirlwind romance with a beautiful and enigmatic young gondolier.

[chaosandorder46]

Master fic list

I decided it was time to make a master list. 🤷‍♀️

Witcher

Tissaia/Yennefer centric

1. I’m OK, You’re OK (6108 words; uni AU)- Tissaia's anxiety is not under control. Yennefer totally gets it, and Triss is a therapist, because of course, she is.

2. And Then There Were Three (26,290 words; domestic fluff)-Tissaia and Yennefer are happily married, and want a child to complete their family. The process won't be easy, but they have each other and their ride or die friend group. Some fluff, some angst, and shenanigans arise on their journey.

3. Self Control (1,149 words; fluff and smut)- Dr. Tissaia de Vries has legendary self control. Unless Yennefer of Vengerberg is in the room.

4. Come to my Office, Please (3,123 words; Eventual smut)-A private message gets sent to the entire group and puts a series of events into action.

5. Stars Fell on Aretuza (1,210 words; hurt/comfort)-It's the first Ascension Ball since the Thanedd Coup, and the first in decades not coordinated by Tissaia de Vries.

6. You Mistake the Stars (31,647 words; whump)- Yennefer saw Vilgefortz as a way to get off of the pig farm, but ended up in a worse situation. When she casts an errant portal and ends up on the Isle of Thanedd, she meets a cast of characters that will change her life.

7. Such a Good Turkey (2,606 words, crack fic)- It's close to Thanksiving on The Continent and no one has any chill.

8. I Might Love You More than Coffee (46,484 words; fluff)- Yennefer is intrigued by a mysterious new regular at her coffee shop, The Lodge. I'm no barista, so I'm relying on my extensive coffee consumption experience for the details on this one.

9. Le Tits Now! (3,939 words; crack fic)-It's the holiday season and everyone is in various states of festiveness. Shenanigans to follow...

10. And I Swear My Breath Turned Silver the Day Your Hair Did (4,942 words; angst with a happy ending)-I've never really written a real fix it for the Thanedd Coup before. I pretty much just ignore it by writing modern AUs or insinuate that everything turned out ok.

This is a somewhat canon compliant (until it's not) fix it for the Thanedd Coup fall out. I've had it in progress for a while and seem to be having trouble working on my other fic until this one is done.

11. What’s Lost is not Lost…Keep Looking! (1,380 words; crack fic)-Ciri's beloved stuffy is missing. Tissaia and Yen are ready to go all Liam Neeson from Taken, but the answer may be closer than they think.

12. Now the Air I Tasted and Breathed (Has Taken a Turn) (WIP; angst with a happy ending)-Ok, so....remember the musical episode of Grey's Anatomy (Song beneath the song)? Um...this is the Witcher version of that. Kind of, though (in my imagination) the characters aren't singing, it's just a montage of scenes with the song playing. If you aren't familiar with Black by Pearl Jam, listening is a good pre-reading activity. :)

13. How did we get THIS way? (3,933 words; crack treated seriously) - An alternate version of Rinde if Tissaia had shown up a bit later. OR...Tissaia de Vries accidentally crashes an orgy.

14. Nothing Sweeter Than a Bitter Cup of Coffee (13,681 words; light angst and crack)-More coffee shop shenanigans ensue when Rita shares some news with Tissaia.

15. More Indelible than Ink (WIP, fluff)- Tissaia is the proprietor of deVries Ink and Paper Shop and leads a very quiet, normal life...that is until a stunning raven-haired tattoo artist walks into her store.

Sabrina/Triss centric

1. The Kids are Alright (5,399 words; mutual pining)-Sabrina breaks her arm badly teaching novices non-magical self defense. Rita and Triss help her and Triss uses her chaos. The healer becomes the patient and Rita is sick of their shit.

2. Downtime (1,034 words, PWP?)- Sabrina's office has a network downtime and she needs something (or someone) to do.

3. What We Lost at Sodden (8,858 words; hurt/comfort)- This is another Sodden Hill story with a focus on Sabrina and Rita's experiences. I feel like Sabrina was too OK, too soon after Sodden, and I would love to have seen more of Rita's experience being charged with holding down the fort, knowing her friends were fighting for, and losing their lives.

4. The Things I Regret (2,036 words; hurt/comfort)- Written on the the one year anniversary of my mom's death. We had a very complicated relationship and I've been surprised at how I've felt since she died, vs. how I thought I would feel. I also had lunch recently with a friend who has gone no-contact with her mother due to her refusal to acknowledge her childhood trauma. These human experiences are always so interesting to me...if a bit painful. So, why not write about it? 😁

So, once again poor Sabrina gets to be a stand in for therapy. I mainly chose her because of her conduit moment, we know she has some issues there. 😁

5. Put Out the Fire in Your Head and Lay With Me Tonight (2,226 words; fluff and smut)-Sabrina is exhausted and stressed. Triss helps her relax. This is all fluff with a little bit of smut and nearly no plot. Just like I like to write. 😈😍

6. Burnout (10,501 words; hurt/comfort)-Sabrina is burnt out and coping as only Sabrina can, which is to say, not at all.

7. Aretuza (Be Sure to Wear Flowers in Your Hair) (1,465 words; tooth rotting fluff)- This is a snapshot of an Aretuza where they all live happily ever after, even if the novices are a bit ...incapable.

8. The world was on fire (and no one could save me but you) (22,760 words; angst with a happy ending)-IMO, this is the angstiest thing I've written, so be warned. None of the major characters die (I could never) but there is some death.

9. The 14th on the Hill (8,985 words; angst with a happy ending)-Another spin on Sodden, but this one pulls from book lore as well as Netflix lore and HCs.

Group shenanigans

1. Icks (1,116 words; crack fic)-Tissaia learns a new term. Everyone shares an ick in their relationship.

2. Triss’s Greenhouse (429 words; crack fic) -Tissaia needs to relax and Triss has something for that.

3. Beige Flags (770 words; crack fic)-Tissaia is slowly learning tik tok. She needs an explanation of beige flags.

4. Another Fic Where Triss is Stoned, but with Pokemon (965 words; crack fic)- This is a crack fic, but based on a real life conversation. No need to take this seriously. :) This is based on a video game called pal world That is essentially a rip off of pokémon... And they have guns.

5. Hanging Around (5,593 words, crack treated seriously)- Ok. I was inadvertently sent on a side quest to tell an important, and very serious story. It is based on the delightful video below which gave me several much needed laughs. This is set in the AUMC universe where Tissaia is a pathologist, Yennefer and Rita work in the hospitals PR department, Triss is a nurse and married to Sabrina, who manages the lab. The slides in question are stained blood and bone marrow which are used to microscopically diagnose blood disorders, such as leukemia. I think that is all the pre-reading needed.🤭

6. After Sodden (29,044 words; modern AU; slow burn?)- Ciri is an environmental activist, but accidentally commits a bit of eco-terrorism. She's now a fugitive and turns to Yennefer for help.This was inspired by a Tumblr prompt...I have taken a LOT of creative liberties here. (Read: I don't follow instructions well).

Wheel of Time

• I (Critically) Care A Lot (7,677 words; Hospital AU)- Moraine and Siuan have a tense working relationship. Or do they?

• You’re Going to Make Me…Late (8,493 words; hospital AU)-Siuan applies for a new job.

• I’d walk to the depths of a world down below (and demand to get back what some circumstance stole) (1,867 words; crack)-Siuan is dead, like...dead dead. And Moiraine has to go to The Underworld to get her back.

[tissaiaandyenwivesfrfr]

Never in my life have I wanted a character dead so bad

I want vilgafuck to burn in hell i want that man to have his balls ripped from his dick and shoved down his throat

He hurt Tissaia Absofuckinglutely not

[lodgeofeilhart]

Whatever the show and book did, my canon is that she is perfectly fine. Living out all her alternate lives in fanfictions and our hearts!!

[wingsofhcpe]

yeah now I see why everyone's saying Netflix ruined the Witcher story in s3 and why Henry Cavill hightailed it the fuck out of there.

They ruined Dijkstra by making him a coward and a drunken fool by the end. They ruined Philippa by making her a "sexy dominatrix" cardboard cutout instead of the calm and collected mastermind powerhouse she's in the books AND it seems they'll give her secret magic meetings orchestrator role to Yennefer because fuck any female character who isn't her or Ciri, I guess. They changed Cahir's story for.... God knows why, actually. They FUCKED UP Fringilla and Fransesca and the emergence of the Dol Blathana kingdom, seriously I don't even know where to begin when it comes to these two.

And worst of all, the one thing I will absolutely never forgive them for: Tissaia.

My brave, strong, arrogant Tissaia, brought so low for a man. Making mistakes not because of her arrogance or her immense power and her belief that she was protecting what she treasured, but for a fucking love interest. Oh, but he turned her soft, she finally trusted, she was finally happy, she's better for it per Yen's literal words. And she gambled and lost not because of her unwavering beliefs, but because she was shagging Vilgefortz and he manipulated her.

The lightning scene and her hair turning white? Yeah, that was fucking badass. But since they went through all that trouble to keep her around longer/have her do more things, I don't understand why they had to kill her in the same way as the books in the end. With the path they chose for her, she should have died during the lightning spell. That would have been okay. But no, they had to do that part like the books, I imagine for shock value. And somehow, that made everything even worse.

CW for self-harm and suicide under the cut.

In the books, Tissaia taking her own life was not a dramatic, prolonged scene. It wasn't an emotional decision she took by smoking drugs and writing farewell letters. She made a mistake because of her own arrogance: not because of men or love but because she truly believed herself to be powerful and infallible and trusted herself to protect Aretuza. And so when she gambled and lost, taking her own life felt like her acknowledging her colossal mistake and not cowering at the face of consequences, but instead delivering those consequences herself, which only strengthened her image as a powerful, self-sufficient mage; she didn't even need someone else to point out her failures and deliver punishment, she did it herself. And to be clear here, I am not glorifying her act; suicide is no "proper punishment", nor should it be regarded as something admirable. All I'm saying is that it was very much in line with Tissaia's character and thematically fitting. This is fiction, not reality. Let us not confuse the two.

In the show, however? They dragged it out, they had Philippa rubbing her mistakes at her face, humiliating her in front of the other sorcerers. And the last straw for me was her conversation with Yennefer, because it really came off as Tissaia accepting that her living and staying strong and leading them would be the proper way to atone for what she did. It came off as Tissaia accepting responsibility, recognising the truth in Yennefer's words, and actually trusting in them. Then, the moment Yennefer looked away, she got high, made a callback to season 1 for... some reason with the rock and flower trick, and killed herself.

In the books, death felt like her righteous punishment that she accepted for her mistakes. Here, it felt like running away, choosing the easy way out and, ultimately, doing it all because of Vilgefortz.

And I am never, ever forgiving the show writers for that. Tissaia was my favourite character in the books, and they absolutely destroyed and humiliated her, and for what? For shock value and to prop up Yennefer. Because God forbid this show has more than one badass woman character in the lead. If yall wanted to change Tissaia's character you could have done that by keeping her alive, having her stand by Yennefer, maybe having lost her powers after thar spell but still being there to guide the new generation of sorcerers as they rebuilt their home- that would have been what book!Tissaia would have done as an alternative to dying. But no. You just had to make her a pathetic little coward whose actions were mostly because of her relationship to Vilgefortz. Taking away her strength and agency in every possible way.

I'm glad Cavill left this shitty-ass production and I honestly hope s4 flops SO bad you'll have to cancel s5 even if it's already renewed. Fuck this shit.

[nnightskiess]

everytime you leave, part six

₊° - 𝐲𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.

everytime you leave, masterlist

☾ ⋆*·ﾟ:⋆*·ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:·ﾟ .: ⋆*·ﾟ: .⋆

𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆, 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗽𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝘀. 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿’𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 <3

Your new garments itched and frustration grew as you continued to adjust the blue linen dress each time it slipped off your shoulders. It seemed to be a hand-me-down since the other girls didn’t disappear in the size of their clothing. Perhaps they’d tailor it to your figure soon, but you wouldn’t put it past these people that such things would be seen as rewards for good behaviour, and you weren’t quite sure if you were going to play along to their rules just yet. You huffed as you adjusted the dress around you. At least it served as a task to keep you occupied as you waited for Aretuza’s rectoress, who had sent one of the other mages to fetch you and wake you from your slumber after the events of last night. Your eyes darted around her office, taking in all the little bits and bops that lined the walls and filled the shelves. You’d heard of mages from the folk tales. But people who could bend nature, control the mind and the senses and be as valuable as two hundred swordsmen, could only be seen as an abomination. Something not meant to exist... a statement you’d started to see reason in after what had happened to you. It’s what you’d been told your entire life. You were sure it had lots to do with how your region had fallen victim to an invasion and how the promised help of a mage had come too late. You wondered if that mage was long gone, or still walking among the vast lands of the Continent, but going by how old they could get, you suspected the latter. 

“To be a mage is a solitary life. But, to serve the Continent, is one of the greatest honours there is.” Her voice appeared from behind you as you watched her walk in with all her poise before she took a seat behind her desk, opposite you. “All girls here have been plucked from their old lives the second their conduit moment caused a ripple, a ripple I was able to sense here. Yours was more than a ripple. It was a wave big enough to flush away at least half of Skellige.” She knitted her fingers together and watched you intently, trying to gauge the impact of her words, “The use of Chaos always has consequences, but you have had to give a great sacrifice in order to be reborn. For that, I apologise.”

You felt your eyes burn as soon as she made you think of it again. You hated how the silent tears fell and left a taste of salt on your lips as they tickled down your skin. You didn’t want to show weakness or give her the satisfaction that you were alone, completely cut off, and truly nowhere without her, seeing as she’d saved you. But something was different. She was genuine, this time. Her kindness was a stark contrast to her harsh words the day she'd found you, but, ashamedly so, you realised that in your vulnerable state, you lapped her apology up and tried your best to help it mend some of the heartache. It could not, however.

She continued, “My promise will stand until the day I die, or until the day you betray me— I will guide you to control your Chaos, to never have to live another day in fear of losing it ever again.”

You quickly wiped at your cheeks, “I don’t want to use my magic if this is the other side of it.”

Tissaia smiled sympathetically, “It feels like a curse now, but trust me, you’ll want nothing more once you learn the depths of your capabilities. It can heal as much as it can cause destruction, it all depends on the language you’ll let it speak with.” She tilted her head, seeming to have a hard time stopping herself from getting lost in her thoughts, “Remember, you survived fire magic. No young mage ever has, let alone as their conduit moment.”

It hurt to sense her underlying praise at your actions, for those same actions had caused the demise of your loved ones as well. It fleetingly made you think of Yennefer, who'd had the same reaction, even if she didn't know what you'd done.

Tissaia stood up and walked around the desk, approaching you, “Which is why I want to press once more, that it is of utter importance to keep that knowledge between the two of us. We do not speak of it outside of this room, we do not think of it during the quiet hours of the night, we do not dwell on it during hard times, we do not let others in on it during a moment of weakness.”

“You want me to brush aside the fact I am a mass murderer? To live as if none of this is happening? You took me, you took everything from me!” It was piteous to blame her too, but it was better than taking all of the blame yourself and living with that guilt.

Tissaia leaned forward, her hand tightly cupping your chin, “You lost control of a power you were unaware you had, you cannot blame yourself for that.”

You hated how she was holding you in place, how she squeezed your chin when you tried to look away, how she was pulling your strings like a puppeteer. 

“Look at me. Don’t you dare look away.”

With tears prickling your eyes, both from hatred and sorrow, you were left with no other choice as you watched the white of Tissaia’s eyes go from a salmony, irritated pink, to a deep and disturbing shade of red within a matter of seconds. Your own eyes itched and they darkened in a blur, but you held off on brushing away that new set of tears, not wanting to give in to your weakness. Not in front of her. 

Finally, Tissaia nodded to herself and retreated, using her velvety maroon handkerchief to wipe at her eyes as she sat back down. As her back was turned to you, you quickly wiped away the irritating set of tears, only to hitch a breath as the back of your hand was smeared with a red substance… blood. Your blood.

“Very well-” Tissaia cleared her throat, her chest heaving. She took a deep breath in, then turned around. Her eyes turned to slits as she watched you examine your hand like you were some tropical bird, gazing at your reaction and examining all your little tells. The thick streak of blood dropped down your chin and onto your garment. The droplets that fell stood in stark contrast with the blue of your dress. 

You dialled down your panic by swallowing hard, “What did you do to me?!” 

She smiled gently at your, albeit panicked, curiosity, “I just saw all of you—your fears, the memories plaguing you both good and bad, your abilities and the extent of your control.”

Irked at the crossed boundary and wanting nothing but to wipe the smile off her face, you snarled, “And? Liked what you saw?”

The ghost of a smirk was trying to pull at her lips, entertained by your bark. This only proved her once again, that one’s chaos and capabilities always mirrored one’s true core. You'd lost control, because you'd never really had it in the first place.

“There’s lots of work to do.” She grabbed a small, thin and long candle in its holder and shoved it towards you across her desk. Its tiny flame danced in front of you as if to taunt you, “In order to gain complete control, we need to conquer your deepest fears first. Your fear of fire.” Tissaia addressed, watching you intently to gauge your reaction as you stared at the candle, seeing if it would react to you already.

Immediately, you shook your head, “No- I’m not doing this.”

“Sit… down.” Tissaia ordered quietly but venomously, as you were halfway into getting out of your chair, “Or do you want to blow up all your classmates during your first lesson here as well?”

She knew she was testing your patience, pushing all your buttons, but she had to insert her dominance over you before it was too late, like one would do with a stubborn cow in your village. It made you feel even more little.

You stood there, rage filling your chest at the woman who’d ruined your life and taken you to this hell. More and more you wished you’d died with your family. “No! Not before you answer my questions.”

Tissaia raised an eyebrow at your ultimatum, but liked the fiery gut you had that it took to stand your ground. She dipped her head— a confirmation for you to proceed. It was a fair request after the past few hours, and if she could persuade you this way, well, then she'd give in a little.

“You say that I am a hitch in the balance of magic… then why are you helping me? Won’t you get in danger for helping me if they find out? Are you not afraid of me ruining things? Or will you drop me the minute I do? You’ve said it yourself, I’m a danger, so why risk keeping me here when I am constantly one moment away from losing myself? What use am I to you to you here? And what’s in it for me?”

Tissaia listened to the questions you shot her way— reasonable ones, clever ones, some she could answer, others she wouldn’t… and then that last, cunning one, showing her you already belonged here more than you realised. 

“You may not trust me, and I understand the reason behind your uneasiness, but things will make sense one day. I am not truly as wicked as you see me now. I am willing to give you an honest and sincere chance to shape your rebirth and help you reach the full potential I just saw in you. To make sure you will never have to lose control again. So, take it.” She said it in a way that left no room for you to disagree. You tilted your head, not liking one bit how she hadn’t really answered any of your questions with a direct reply and how it had made another string of questions enter your mind.

It seems she sensed so, as she spoke, “It appears I need to tell you a little about our Brotherhood first. About Aretuza, the way of our Chaos, what it means to be a mage and how we serve as a balance in the Continent to make sure there’s peace and prosperity. How we use negativity only to stop the scales from tipping over to one side, to make sure there’s a little shade to unbearably bright days. Your distrust is valid, given the things you have gone through in the past few hours, but perhaps it can also be blamed on the unknown.” She sat back, testing the waters, “It's the uncertainty that accompanies fear like a loyal friend. Your fears are valid. You left your home, your familiarities, were placed here in the birthplace of the very things you are currently afraid of… Chaos, order, and fire.” Her eyes darted back to the tiny flame between the two of you, “I promise you that I would not have taken you here if I didn’t truly have to. Think about it, the entire village... burned to a crisp, but you sitting at the centre as proof of the destruction? Imagine what they would have done to you? And if they hadn’t found you, how would you have survived? With your wounds? Without a roof, without food… without a guardian?” She painted the picture for you and watched the bitterness in your eyes that signalled you still hadn’t warmed up to her, “I do not say this to spite you, to try and manipulate you to see reason in my explanation. I say this so that you will eventually see that you are here because your Chaos is needed. Hate me all you want, resent me, call me names, curse this place, but know that being here will help you more than it will harm you.” She gave you a moment, “But first, you will need to learn control.” She paused for a beat, “Are you ready now?”

There was truth in her words. They would have hung you if they so much as suspected you had been to blame. And if you’d managed to hide, you would’ve died from your injuries. The phantom feeling of shivers and torturous pain still clung to your body like an uncomfortable wet blanket, even if you were taking sips of the effective burn elixirs every few hours. You never wanted to be the cause of destruction again, you never again wanted to know what it would feel like to lose the one thing you loved in the entire Continent by your own actions. So, you answered with a curt nod.

Tissaia didn’t gloat and you were grateful for it. It was time to finally introduce you to her world. Your world.

“When in full control of our Chaos, the borders of our magic are vast. From elemental magic to using elixirs and spells. What all of them have in common, is that they won’t work if you don’t know your Chaos. If you don’t learn its language, its dances, what angers or weakens it. Though, I’d say, you have gained quite some knowledge regarding the last two recently. You lost all sense of your Chaos as soon as your loved ones were threatened. That is your pitfall— to link your emotions to your Chaos. It has left you rattled, but you cannot dwell on that feeling. I want you to challenge yourself. Find the borders of your tipping points again, but don’t give in to them. Stand above the emotions currently clouding your mind.”

You looked at her, intrigue now written across your face at how something you didn’t even know you had inside you, could be so aligned with what you’d valued most in your life, something you'd also always struggled with. Looking at it now, it started to dawn on you that each time you’d gotten in trouble in your life, it had started with your emotions being out of control. It had always affected you more than it should have. You absorbed emotions like a sponge, somehow refusing to let go of them even if you could feel it pull you down further and further. And it had always resulted in your days turning even more sour when things would happen. The beetroots you’d take home would go from perfect to rotten on your walk home, the bucket of the well would always get stuck while you used it, water would turn brown in your cup and little gashes on your hands from working on the fields would reopen and refuse to heal. All these little things. Then you remembered the bigger things... the wheels of your family's wooden cart breaking only ever when you used it to transport goods, the clasps of the horses in front of your cart suddenly snapping, the crops on your side of the field never big enough to harvest, leaving your family with so much less to sell. You dared to wonder if it had anything to do with your sense of Chaos. But could those incidents really be connected when they were deemed extremely innocent compared to the fire that had consumed you?

“I am not asking you to use fire magic.” Tissaia’s voice brought you back, as if she'd read your mind, “I am simply asking you to learn to control it. It might sound similar, but it isn’t. Each mage has a type of Chaos they find themselves more drawn to, it is chosen for you and cannot be hand-picked by preference, It so seems your Chaos has chosen the darker side of contributing to the Continent's balance. Be the boss of it, but don’t use it. Let it dance to your rhythm. Overpower it. Your Chaos is stronger than it all because Chaos creates fire.” She continued, sensing she had your attention, “I want you to stare into the flame. Each time you feel that it wants to latch onto you, you reset your focus. Each time your hands warm up from the fire it's vacuuming, you reset your focus. Each time your mind wanders to what hurts you, you think of something else. Be the one to control it, instead of the other way around. But whatever you do, you do not set your eyes off the candle.”

You nodded slowly, eyes flashing between Tissaia and the candle. You shifted in your seat, hands tightly clutched together, hoping that the harder you squeezed, the more difficult it was for the fire to find the tiniest bit of space to develop.

The flame flickered naturally, leaving a tiny cloudy string of smoke to travel upwards until it disappeared into the air. 

“Don’t be frightened, child. Your Chaos will listen to you if you talk to it. Feel it prickle beneath your skin, hear the ring in your ears. Feel what it does to your body. It will feel uncomfortable and all-consuming at first, but you will learn to appreciate its powerful presence.” 

Tissaia’s voice drowned out in the background as you kept your eyes locked on the candle in front of you. It whipped to the right sharply, then to the left, then dimmed slightly before you felt the tips of your fingers start to heat up. Tissaia noticed the sudden panic in your face.

“Do not keep your eyes off it.” She demanded, waiting a few seconds for you to regain the upper hand, “Do not let fear win. Tell your Chaos what it should do… to keep the flame swaying gently.”

“How?!” You muttered softly, squeezing your hands into fists and feeling your nails press crescent moons in your hands.

“Only you know how to communicate with your Chaos. You are Chaos. Do not be afraid of yourself.” 

The flame went out, leaving a string of smoke to swirl into the air. You gasped, afraid of where it had gone to seek its refuge now after you had denied it. Still, you kept your gaze locked onto the candle, too frightened that you’d see the fire appear in your hands if you looked down. 

Focus. Deep breaths. Feel the prickling, the rapid beating of your heart in your throat, the slow headache coming up between your eyebrows, the clenching of the muscles. Conquer it, tell it what to do. 

It was as if you could hear Tissaia's voice echo through your mind. It was silent for a long while, and before Tissaia could change her plan of approach, the flame reappeared, lighting with a sizzle, flickering all ways until it finally evened out to its normal sway. You didn’t dare to take your eyes off it, afraid it would run off again without you telling it to, but Tissaia blew it out with a puff of air.

She didn’t say anything for a while as she watched you eye your hands in fear.

“Good.” 

“But I let it escape.”

“No. You told your Chaos to latch onto the next best thing to find balance— the air around us.”

“I blew it out?”

Tissaia nodded, solemnly, “Then you told it to reappear. It listened to you. You told your Chaos to not let the flame get out of control, so your Chaos latched onto the element of air instead, using it to blow it out.” She explained the physics behind your subconscious actions, but before you could be impressed with yourself, she crushed your temporary relief and pride, “It was good, but not good enough. It is a start. You’ve only been here for a day. With proper training and determination, you won’t recognise the girl you once were in a few years time.”

“I don’t want to forget who I was.” Your voice was quiet, low, and Tissaia almost let her expression soften at the fear hidden between the lines.

“You won’t have to, not unless you let Chaos consume you, or let it talk for you instead of being the one to make it talk. Magic is a tricky thing, but so is living with power. For today, this is enough. You need to rest. We shall break fast in the centre hall soon.” She noticed the sullen look in your eyes, the bags underneath them, the colour that had drained from your face. You’d used your Chaos enough during the past few days. It was time to recharge now.

Her look made it clear that this lesson or test, or whatever it had been, was over.

“Now, one more thing— you do not lie to me again, not even to take the fall for someone else, because I will know when you do.”  Tissaia watched as you widened your eyes at the revelation, hinting at how you'd taken the blame for Yennefer the night before.

Her eyes on you made you uneasy, especially because she looked at you in a way she hadn't done before. She tried to funnel through your thoughts, all the way to your core, to where Chaos was known to have its roots. However hard Tissaia tried, she could not decipher how two of her newest students had managed to combine their Chaos together, and what had spurred it on. It was as if you had managed to seal off your thoughts before even knowing how to. Granted, she had just told you to lock away your emotions to control your Chaos. It reminded her, “And stay in control of your Chaos. Don’t let anyone else attach to yours because then, having to control it, will be a much greater challenge, as you have seen when you tore up that room together.”

Tissaia stood up, posture straight as she looked down at you, watching how what she had just unveiled hit you.

“Anything said and done in this room, stays between these walls. Just as much as anything that you say to me, will remain for my ears only. Remember, I will know when you break your promise.”

"And do not forget," she took in a deep breath, "-you've already shown great control once, or the incident would have killed you along with it, no doubt. You emit as much as you can draw. Meaning you controlled the fire that you think was your defeat."

With a look of finality, she practically made you rise out of your seat. You looked over your shoulder before exiting her office and watched how a single bloody tear fell out of her eye.

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For a place that was meant to become your new home, it sure felt hostile the second you walked up to the central hall. You had followed the cacophony of whispers, cutlery touching plates, soft music and the occasional giggle. You stood back, shielded by the curtains of the see-through alcove to watch the T-shaped room before daring to enter it. The light fell through the tall stained-glass windows which almost reached the tops of the columns that supported the ceiling. The ceiling was so high it was difficult for your eyes to make out the frescoes decorating it, but they took in the mainly nude statues nonetheless. It looked warm in there, but you still felt the slight drought send a shiver up your spine. There were rows upon rows of tables, but only the first few rows were occupied, and not even fully. On your left, girls clad in the same horrid garments as yourself sat behind plates, quietly taking bites of their food. Your eyes then raked further up ahead, where a longer table stood, occupied by women wearing fancy dresses and hairpieces— your teachers, you presumed, as you saw Tissaia de Vries among them.

Chandeliers hung above their heads every few meters, lighting the room in a warm orange glow. Velvety cloths decorated the tables and the cups and plates shone even brighter than should be possible, but perhaps that had come forth from magic as well. It was then that the intense smell of freshly prepared food wafted into your nostrils. It smelt so rich, so not like the stale and common food you'd eaten year in and year out.

For a room so warmly decorated, it sure felt ice cold the second you stepped into the hall, having let your gurgling stomach win the fight.

The hall went quiet, and you wanted to run out again. What were you supposed to do now? Where would you sit? Would there be a plate waiting for you or did you have to ask for one? And who did you have to ask? Were you supposed to say something? Introduce yourself while ignoring the icy stares and curious looks?

You didn't want to look across the room and meet all those eyes while doing so, but you had to if you wanted to know what to do next. Your gaze gravitated towards the right, where it met violet eyes already boring into yours.

Yennefer sat with two other girls, hunched over her plate and quickly averting her gaze when she realised you were looking at her. You got the message that went behind that gesture loud and clear and decided to sit on the other side of the hall from her, at a table behind a gossiping flock of girls. You hoped you could disappear behind them, since they seemed so busy, but they turned to face you the second you sat down, and a plate of food was put in front of you as soon as you did. A cupbearer was filling your glass before you could even blink. It overwhelmed you. It all did. You weren't used to... whatever weird treatment this was. How could this place and these people make you feel so low while treating you like you were royalty?

Two girls even went as far as to pick up their plates and sit beside you, but as soon as you saw the look in their eyes, you knew they had only done so because you were the new and shiny toy.

"We're Johannah and Abigail. You won't have any classes with us, we've been here for a while, but that's exactly why we can tell you all about Aretuza." One of them awed at you, plucking at your dress to readjust it.

The other played with the honey-drizzled pastry on her plate while her eyes took you in, "We heard what happened, we're so sorry! You shouldn't feel bad, we've all done silly things before we knew of our Chaos."

You gave a tightlipped smile to them, not liking their use of silly when it came to your conduit moment. But you knew the promise you'd made with Tissaia, knew she had probably started a rumour to take away from what had really happened as your conduit moment. But, you liked their giggles even less. They made you feel lower than low, even if they seemed to try and coddle you.

Abigail prodded at your clothing again, "You'll get new ones as soon as they realise you're not disappearing on them."

Johannah nodded, "A lot of girls disappear during the first month."

"Why is that?" You dared to ask, suddenly remembering how Yennefer had mentioned the death of a girl. You still didn't know if it had only been a jest or not.

"You should ask how, not why."

The familiar icy voice and the plate that was dropped onto the table made you flinch. Yennefer sat down, glaring at Johannah and Abigail from beneath her lashes.

She continued, "Aretuza was built as a prison to keep us in, did you know?" Her eyes flitted to yours for a second, "They won't teach us that part of its history, of course."

She pricked a piece of fruit on her fork and put it in her mouth and chewed, still glaring at the two girls who were in clear disgust at her sudden arrival. Yennefer mindlessly waved her fork around,

"The fact they need to trap whatever mage or sorcerer they can get their hands on says enough about the entire Brotherhood."

It wasn't an odd sight to see Yennefer take the opportunity to voice her disgust against Aretuza, but the fact she sat in front of you, of you, filled you with confusion. Why now? After she'd clearly not wanted you to sit at her table mere moments before?

"Uh," Johannah started from your right, "Maybe you should go back to the shadows you came from."

"It'll be better for all of us," Abigail said with a sweet smile, eyes shamelessly going over Yennefer's deformities.

"Why would you say such a thing?" You spoke in clear disgust, your head going from left to right, making sure they knew you were talking to them.

"She's used to it. Look at her, don't tell me that she wasn't her village's laughing stock." Johannah giggled, hand supporting her chin as she smiled wickedly and watched how Yennefer grew quiet.

"Be serious, that thing probably lived in a cave with-"

You jumped in your seat when Yennefer's balled fists slammed against the table. Everyone fell silent and all eyes in the hall went to your table.

Her violet eyes were dark now, sullen and filled with angry hot tears as she looked down.

You stood up, abruptly, grabbed your plate and stepped away from the table. You walked around it, standing next to Yennefer to show whose side you'd taken.

"All these classes to teach you spells and courtly intrigues but none of them can teach you the manners of a good heart." Your voice sounded through the hall when you huffed. You pulled at Yennefer's arm to get her to stand up, to get you far away from these hags, but Yennefer brushed you off and shot up. Her chest heaved as she leaned forward,

"One thing about me," She grumbled, hiding how weak she felt and swallowing hard to will her wobbly voice away, "I always get the last laugh."

And as she loomed over the two girls with her deformed posture, licking her lips and tensing her crooked jaw, you could see they retreated, uneasy and maybe even at the brim of feeling worried.

Yennefer turned her back and walked out of Aretuza's central hall. You watched the curtains of the entrance dance lightly in the wind she'd left behind.

Tissaia brought her cup to her lips from her place at the elevated table, intrigued and hesitant all the same at what this could mean.

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𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆, 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗽𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝘀. 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿’𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 <3

[thedeadthree]

-`. i need to be more unhinged about her so here is yana in this picrew. 🥀🌸<3💀

[bincliff]

erm so yesterday i watched the entire season 1 of the witcher and then saw myanna buring act on stage from the front row

she was literally so lovely and indulged me taking pictures outside (i was masked up for the event because i’m not going to risk my life, not even for tissaia de vries) i felt like a bit of an impostor because honestly i’ve done nothing to deserve meeting her. but it was an honour!! i’ve watched gifs of rectoress tissaia de vries but i had no idea what she sounded like or anything about the story. so that was wild

she actually asked me earlier if it was okay for her to put her arm around me and that was so kind

she is so very smol

[cybernecromancer365]

Yennaia Headcanon

A.N. My first Yennaia headcanon :) Had an itch to write something quick after seeing them in 3x8.

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Locked in an embrace, their foreheads touched, and the only thing heard in Tissaia's office was the fireplace's crackle.

She'd miss this, feeling Yennefer's presence all around her. Feeling the ebb of her chaos from a distance, and its insatiate rumble in those tense moments before they came together.

Yennefer pulled her closer. "Your pain is my pain..." Yennefer's words came softly as she stared over Tissaia's shoulder. She turned her face into Tissaia's snow white hair. "My pain is yours..."

Tissaia's eyes watered, no one had ever cared so much. Her loyal one, that's who Yennefer was. The one who'd never forsake her.

"And I will stand by your side for however long we have." Yennefer paused, her lips brushing Tissaia's ear. "Exsai remanus, volunpathis li--"

Tissaia shoved her way out of Yennefer's grasp with a horrified gaze at the surprise spell. "Stop!"

"--Eterna."

Tissaia grunted at a searing burn etching into her skin, Yennefer didn't flinch, the clench of her jaw the only sign of her discomfort. They both looked to their wrists, to the sigil carved into their flesh.

"What have you done?" Tissaia's frenzied words rushed out.

"Now your death means mine."

Tissaia let out a shaky breath.

"I learned a few things from Ciri. How to mask my telepathy was one."

"Impossible. The girl was barely trained."

Yennefer approached Tissaia but Tissaia grabbed the corner of her desk and hung her head. How didn't she feel Yennefer prodding her mind? After Vilgefortz's betrayal and the battle with the elves, her once level mind was going haywire.

"Ciri has a few clever tricks." Yennefer took Tissaia by the shoulder and pulled the woman's attention to her. They locked gazes.

"How could you be so stupid? This spell cannot be undone." Tissaia said, sorrow slipping into her words as her voice cracked and her tears fell.

"I felt the darkness inside of you. I see it. It's more powerful than ever before." Yennefer pressed her fingers to the medallion on Tissaia's chest. "I saw your thoughts. The darkness is consuming you..."

Tissaia inhaled an unsteady breath and Yennefer pressed a kiss to her hair.

"I need you, now...more than ever."

A knock sounded on the door and it opened shortly after. It was Triss, standing as though the sight of them took the words from her mouth.

Tissaia looked over with a watery gaze and stepped out of Yennefer's grasp. "Yes."

"The service for the novices. It's time."

Tissaia nodded and Triss left.

"...Foolish." Tissaia kept her back turned to Yennefer, looking at the sigil imprinted on her arm. "You've doomed your life to save mine. Why?" Tissaia faced her.

"Because...I love you."

Tissaia felt a shockwave rush her. Her heart pounded from her chest, and she hurried to the door, closing it swiftly, locking it for good measure.