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rekakrola · 3 months

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#⚜️ — › 𝔩𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔬𝔫 𝔞 𝔣𝔦𝔢𝔩𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 — ⌜ aesthetic⌟

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rekakrola · 7 months

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⚜️⇝ hey friends! sorry i haven't been online as of late, i've been surprised by my doctor & today am having surgery lol it's all good! i'm okay, & it's a surgery i've needed for years so i'm grateful! i should have plenty of time in recovery to write on here with all y'all, which i'm very excited for. see you soon on the other side! 💙

#ooc #⚜️ — › 𝔞𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔦'𝔩𝔩 𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔞𝔯𝔰𝔢 — ⌜ooc⌟

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rekakrola · 9 months

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‘ it is snowing again. ’

It is snowing again. the simple statement fell to the frosted grass between them like a felled bird. bleeding, unnaturally small, && shocking. roche had not even noticed the cotton-puffs of their breaths. he directed his gaze upwards.

the clouds were a mat of pearly grey, woven together so tightly that he was not sure if they were even capable of receding. perhaps the azure sky was forever locked away, now. snowflakes peppered the air, drifting lazily down. as roche blinked, more snowflakes seemed to pop into existence on their way to settle on his shoulders, on fox's mussed hair. it was so quiet that he could hear the crunch of the soil beneath their feet as their weight imperceptibly shifted.

another battlefield. another swathe of lifeless bodies. the air smelt of split blood, of human waste, of ashes && of overripe meat. the lilies littered the ground like a gruesome meadow. the frontline was hours away - the only danger they were in came from ghouls or graveirs that had yet to appear.

❝so it is.❞ roche's reply was softer than he'd intended. he'd meant to sound firm, confident. it came out rather strangled. somewhere in the gnarled trees behind them, the blue stripes were lying in wait, hands on their scabbards && hilts. roche loathed the thought of waving them forward to yet another mass grave of their cousins, their brothers.

❝for melitele's sake, fox, look at them all...❞ he couldn't remember what he was going to say next.

#//i figure the midst of the 2nd northern war when they weren't sure if temeria would win!#//books timeline #⌈ ⚔️ ⌉ verse. || ⚜️ –––– 𝔦 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔯 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔢𝔩𝔰𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔪𝔢. 001 #⚜️ — › 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔶 𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔱 𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔴𝔬 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡 — ⌜answered⌟#// death #// war

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rekakrola · 9 months

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‘ you hold my chains, but i owe you no surrender. ’

The woman's cold shackles had made crimson shreds of the tender flesh at her wrists && ankles. her once-pristine chemise was tattered at the hem, grime && muck creeping up the fine fabric. roche knew that underneath that shift were a few scattered raw welts from the whip's lashes, lacerations from it's clawlike knouts. his men had reported that they were afraid to lash her much more than the few times they already had, lest she perish on the spot. roche still couldn't make sense of how she had been a sorceress before, yet wasn't now - but her story didn't interest him half as much as her usefulness.

❝that's fine. you're not here to surrender. you're here for bait.❞ roche's arms crossed as he leaned against the worn stone wall. ❝van bredevoort... what's that last name, nilfgaardian?❞ his shoulders raised in an indifferent shrug. ❝i'm here to check on you && your conditions, van bredevoort. make sure we haven't killed you by accident, yet. a healer will come make sure your wounds aren't infected.❞ he didn't mention that after the wounds were healed, they would be replaced by newer ones. that sort of thing was usually assumed, in these situations. somewhere, water drip-drip-dripped into a puddle. the noise echoed in the chill air.

❝it's been a few days... what's the matter, doesn't vilgefortz care about you?❞

#//okay so i'm assuming she's not yet been told she's bait & this is the first she's hearing of it!!#//for the ~shock factor~#⚜️ — › 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔶 𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔱 𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔴𝔬 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡 — ⌜answered⌟#⌈ ⚔️ ⌉ verse. || ⚜️ –––– 𝔞 𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔢 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔭𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫. 002 #//just realised i dont have a post-2nd-war pre-foltest-death verse... hm #vanbredevoort #// torture

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rekakrola · 9 months

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‘ my manners do not need improving. ’

Roche continued to peel his gwent cards off the rock underfoot, crouched low. his jaw was set, focused on his task in irritated silence. at geralt's reply, he glanced up incredulously, one hand flicking up in a sharp gesture. ❝i beg to fucking differ. sneaking up on people is rude, for one. && could have ended with my dagger in your stomach. you moron.❞

❝help pick up my cards. wanker.❞

he avoided mentioning how he'd yelped like a dog when geralt had materialised over his shoulder.

#//u scawed him gewalt #⚜️ — › 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔶 𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔱 𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔴𝔬 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡 — ⌜answered⌟#wilczmin

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rekakrola · 9 months

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‘ you hold my chains, but i owe you no surrender. ’ / options !

❝Luckily, witcher,❞ the temerian began, swinging his leg over the back of the stool before him to seat himself, ❝i don't give a shit about surrender. either you tell me what you know now, or you go back in the cell.❞

it was a shame to have to preside over the witcher's torture. from their brief conversations together in the literal heat of a dragon's ire, vernon roche had already come to be nearly fond of geralt of rivia. call it a flaw of his, a quick bond. still not enough to prevent the witcher, bloodied && sliced like pork belly, from being chained before him. ❝everyone is saying you killed foltest. are you willing to tell me what happened now?❞

#//im assuming in this that geralt has previously refused to say exactly what happened on grounds of innocence #//but if that seems unlikely to you then we can assume he told the truth the first time & roche just assumed he lied lol #⌈ ⚔️ ⌉ verse. || ⚜️ –––– 𝔞 𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔢 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔭𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫. 002 #⚜️ — › 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔶 𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔱 𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔴𝔬 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡 — ⌜answered⌟#wilczmin

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rekakrola · 9 months

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🍳 say what about foltest witcher?

you know how witchers have that sixth sense when it comes to actually feeling gazes on them ? that’s exactly how he feels about roche and the frying pan . every single time he talks about foltest , there’s roche somehow . standing behind him . holding his frying pan at the ready . one bad move , one wrong word , and he knows he’s gonna get sent into unconsciousness so far he’ll wake up 300 years later with a santa clause beard and no idea what his name is .

❛ uh , what i was going to say is , foltest … ❜ careful witcher . careful . CAREFUL WITCHER . WITCHER , CAREFUL . CAREFUL . CAREFUL WITCHER !!! ❛ … was … definitely a man . ❜

#'very good witcher.' frying pan lowers #//i cant stop laughing send help #⚜️ — › 𝔶𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔬𝔡𝔞𝔶'𝔰 𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔶 — ⌜saved⌟

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rekakrola · 9 months

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I’m The Witcher 2 enjoyer 🤡

#⚜️ — › 𝔞 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 — ⌜ self ⌟#⚜️ — › 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔲𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔱 — ⌜geralt⌟

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rekakrola · 9 months

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THERE IS A MAN like V E R N O N R O C H E in every monarch’s retinue. BRAVE && determined, ready to execute any command, && thoroughly h a t e d at court, he knows that only ALLEGIANCE && service to the king keep him in his position. one word from the king && he would jump HEADLONG INTO FIRE, asking only how long he was to stay there && HOLD HIS GROUND. THAT’S the kind of man vernon roche was at the time.

#witcher rp #tw2 rp #tw3 rp #the witcher 3 rp #fantasy rp #witcher series rp #promo #self promo #rp promo #// pls if u could help reblog to spread that im back!

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rekakrola · 9 months

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𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.

↬ SPINNING SILVER ( 2018 ) by naomi novik.

sentences taken from the novel dialogue & narration.

+ feel free to change pronouns !

‘ the real story isn’t half as pretty as the one you’ve heard. ’

‘ winter was always long and bitter, and every year was worse than the one before. ’

‘ this cold will break soon. it’s been so long already. ’

‘ there’s always trouble where there’s money owed, sooner or later. ’

‘ you can’t get blood from a stone. ’

‘ i was colder inside than out. ’

‘ i’d just been having a dream, and it was already fading. ’

‘ you can’t go in this weather. you’ll wait until it stops. ’

‘ will you give them your gold ? ’

‘ you aren’t just a pretty face ! ’

‘ my manners do not need improving. ’

‘ three days you may have, this time, before i come to have my own back again. ’

‘ if you manage it, i will make you my queen. ’

‘ we’ll leave. we’ll go somewhere else far away. ’

‘ why must you ask for impossibilities ! ’

‘ why are you staring so ? ’

‘ it’s not witchcraft. ’

‘ you’ve already killed them. why can’t you leave them alone ? ’

‘ it’s not mine ! i have to pay it back. ’

‘ my hand and crown you shall win if you succeed. ’

‘ now go home, mortal maiden. ’

‘ you can tell him i’ve gone to be married to a rich man. ’

‘ think not to escape from me. i will come for you, wherever you’ve fled. ’

‘ did you think mortal roads could run away from me, or mortal walls keep me out ? ’

‘ you must know i have no magic, not really. ’

‘ a power claimed and challenged and thrice carried out is true. ’

‘ there’s worse things in life than to be a queen. ’

‘ that’s not nothing, to be able to hold your head up. ’

‘ my name ? you think to have my name ? ’

‘ there is indeed something most unusual in her. ’

‘ i will come for you soon. ’

‘ of course i was going to poison you ! ’

‘ what if i want to stay forever ? ’

‘ is this why you wanted her ? she’s a witch ? ’

‘ you have one question more. ’

‘ where do squirrels run to, when they want to hide ? ’

‘ my pleasure would last only until they stabbed me right alongside you. ’

‘ you’re no worse off than you are now, if i’m lying. ’

‘ it seems you must ask my aid, and hope that i don’t refuse it. ’

‘ it is snowing again. ’

‘ you shouldn’t even try to make bargains with such a creature. ’

‘ do you really think i wanted to marry you ? ’

‘ high magic never comes without a price. ’

‘ at least your hair is handsome. ’

’ i am not covering anything ! ’

‘ my court is full of fools. no one here is loyal five minutes past their own interest. ’

‘ he has locked them away beneath the snow. ’

‘ don’t just bleat whatever it is you think i want to hear. ’

‘ have you anything else to wear ? ’

‘ you hold my chains, but i owe you no surrender. ’

‘ what’s a little agony and mortal injury here and there ? ’

‘ very well. free me, and i will promise. ’

‘ at least weep for me once, and give me a measure of pain. ’

‘ whatever it is, i will venture it, if you will give me hope. ’

#meme #//i forgot to make a meme tag oops

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rekakrola · 9 months

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my beloved northen dorks (Meve and Foltest are besties)

#⚜️ — › 𝔞 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 — ⌜ self ⌟#⚜️ — › 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔯'𝔰 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔢𝔩𝔡 — ⌜foltest⌟#⚜️ — › 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔣𝔢𝔴 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔞𝔠𝔮𝔲𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰 — ⌜allies⌟

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rekakrola · 9 months

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⚜️⇝ starter call !!

#// whether we've interacted before or not!#// i'll either just start writing the post or pop into ur inbox for ideas #// i have almost no threads since my long hiatus!#⚜️ — › 𝔞𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔦'𝔩𝔩 𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔞𝔯𝔰𝔢 — ⌜ooc⌟#ooc #sc

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rekakrola · 9 months

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kiss??? kissy please??? please?

The temerian hesitated for but a moment — fixed a stern stare at the bothersome woman — then he acquiesced. a kiss. a small one. ❝i am trying to focus. you know this.❞

#//ugh how dare u ask for affection hello!!#⚜️ — › 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔶 𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔱 𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔴𝔬 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡 — ⌜answered⌟#ic

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rekakrola · 9 months

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Calling all Tumblr Witcher Roleplay blogs!

We are making a masterlist for The Witcher Roleplay community on here! Before you REBLOG this post, please list the following in the tags so we can put you on the list accordingly:

Name of Muse/Character

Canon, Canon Divergent, OC, etc.

Books, Video Games, Netflix Series, The Hexer, All, etc.

Multi-muse or Single muse blog

Thank you! Be sure to REBLOG this post to help spread the word around. Likes do not count.

LINK TO THE MASTERLIST

#vernon roche #canon #books / games #single muse #⚜️ — › 𝔞𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔦'𝔩𝔩 𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔞𝔯𝔰𝔢 — ⌜ooc⌟

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rekakrola · 9 months

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