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Indie Syanna from The Witcher 3: Blood & Wine expansion. Written by Serenity. 18+
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"[T𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬] 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐧, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝."
Indie Multi-Muse roleplay blog featuring 𝗦𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗔 from 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘊𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘚𝘌𝘙𝘐𝘌𝘚 - 𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘋 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘌 𝘋𝘓𝘊, following Books & Games. Multiverse & Multiship. Written by Serenity (21+) for Dark Themes & Adult Content.
𝙰 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙳𝚈 𝙸𝙽… Self-fulfilling prophecies, self-loathing, vengeance, vampires, loneliness, the monster in humanity and the humanity in monsters, tragic romance, & redemption. Previously known as @rhenawed
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I’m moving Syanna over to my Multimuse: @starwrittenfates
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"𝙾𝚞𝚛 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜…𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝!"
Starwrittenfates || a Multimuse roleplay blog featuring muses from The Witcher, Norse Mythology, Nintendo, Tolkien, Doctor Who, and More!
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I’m moving Syanna over to my Multimuse: @starwrittenfates
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How do you love?
with softness, smiles and secret glances
you love with a tide of emotions curtained by vague hand gestures and almost hidden intricate details. you love as if it is the only thing you were born to do. you love as if you are set in a jane austen novel. your love is finding their eyes across the room and smiling a smile that speaks more than any words you utter ever could. your love is fingertips brushing against each other. your love is greeting everyone with hugs. you love greatly. you love gently.
Tagged by: @fallesto
Tagging: @wanderingwolfwitcher @catofblaviken @ofthespheres and whoever else wants to do the thing
#I believe Syanna hides her affection with subtle actions so this is pretty damn accurate#with the harsh way she was treated growing up she had to learn to hide it in certain ways#others only thought of her as a monster#but she is honestly a lost hurting girl full of love but not sure how to go about it#HEADCANONS ;; A Prophecy to be Told#ABOUT ;; The cursed monster of a princess
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Blue eyes blinked, surprised to see what appeared to be a Witcher in front of her. At least the medallion gave them away. Syanna smiled, addressing them. “You’re a Witcher? Perhaps you know of Geralt of Rivia?”
There would be no way she could ever forget his kindness, giving her this second chance to make things right again. He was the first person in a long time, besides her own sister, to treat her like a human being instead of the monster everyone believed her to be. Shaking her head, she glanced down to the book the stranger handed back to her. It was a book on the Curse of the Black Sun, only bringing a frown to her face. That was when an idea came into mind.
“If you’re looking for work, I maybe able to provide.” She held up the book for them to see. “𝐄𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐝. 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐫, have you heard of them?”
rhenawed:
@catofblaviken gets a discussed starter!
𝐄𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐝. 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐫. They were names that swam around her head as she read from the book. Her fist clutched behind her back by habit. Her teeth gritted, staring daggers down at the men’s names like another hit list. Syanna learned better than to continue on the path of vengeance. It didn’t end well. Others had paid the price, something she didn’t calculate or take into full consideration when it all went down in flames and blood. Dettlaff… her heart still ached, regretting her actions and now understanding how her vengeance blinded her.
But yet…she still wanted to do something. For the other girls like her with the misfortune of being born under the 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙎𝙪𝙣. Those girls enduring the same abuse and mistreatment all because one man had an ‘epiphany’ that didn’t turn out to be true, but another man saw an opportunity and took the matter into his own hands to make it true.
A fire ignited in her stomach, wanting to help save those girls souls however she could. And if it meant tracking down this wizard with not even knowing where to begin, she would. Syanna tossed a coin to the merchant, scooping the book into her arms, and began to leave the marketplace of Toussaint. She would have to inform her sister, Anna Henrietta, of where she planned to go. Making her way past the people, Syanna accidentally bumped into someone, dropping the book.
“ Ah…I’m sorry. Are you alright? ”
Ah, Toussaint. Land of wine and tasteful debauchery. It had been far too long since the Cat had set foot in the duchy, their time in the Northern Kingdoms much longer than anticipated. However, apparently the fairytale land was having a vampire problem. Which, in Hena’s opinion, was far more fun than necrophage infestations.
Honestly, though, if one really thought about it, it should’ve been figured out long ago. Blood red wines and all.
So, coin purse full and a desire for cheese led the cat witcher to the local market. They already had a bag of travel food, and some alchemical alcohol, but the road back to their winter hideout was long and the days were only getting shorter.
They stumbled a bit when the taller woman bumped into them, mostly because they were absolutely not paying attention as much as a witcher should. Due to their size, it was easier to just roll with the momentum, too, instead of trying to stay steady and end up getting barrelled over.
“ Yeah, I’m fine, it’s okay. ” They bent over, picking up the book that was dropped and giving it back to the woman. “ I’m sturdier than I look. ”
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@fallesto liked for a starter (for Sabrina)
Syanna had been running an errand for her gang of bandits in Metinna. She went to sell an item when she noticed someone following her in the alleyway. Keeping her hooded cloak up, and slowly moving to grab the knife by her side, she quickly turned, pinning them against a wall. "Where you from? I've not seen you around before. Why are you following me?"
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#RELATIONSHIPS ;; Syanna & Dettlaff#*cries over them all*#VISAGE ;; Sylvia Anna#ABOUT ;; The cursed monster of a princess
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“If only all my employers were this generous” - requested by @mistress-light
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Blue eyes briefly went wide at his news that confirmed one of her worst fears; that all the other girls like her hadn’t managed to survive. She had no doubt about it that their parents had a hand in it too, just like her own did in her exile. The only difference was Syanna was lucky to have survived. Her hand moved behind her back, now becoming a fist clenched from view. It seemed a new vengeance was starting to come to life in her, but it was different this time. A new purpose was also blossoming with it —a desire to find this ‘Stregobor’ and the ‘Council of Mages’ and avenge all the innocent girls whose lives were ruined and taken by their lies.
All of them are dead? Syanna couldn’t help the slight smile that came to her lips. Sure, she believed she had died many years ago when she was exiled and left to the woods, but now, it felt like she had been reborn. “I’m Syanna. I’ve been researching into the ‘supposed’ curse and I happen to know a girl who had the misfortune of being born under a black sun.” Luckily, he had no idea who she was, and in no way was Syanna going to tell him she was in fact talking about herself. One could never tell how someone would react to finding out the truth. She learned that the hard way. “She was rejected by everyone around her, mistreated and abused, even by her own family, all because of the superstitions started about it. She appeared to be a normal girl, but I feel the treatment she endured from others only helped to fulfill this prophecy of the curse, turning her into a monster. Sadly, she was lost, but it was something that never set well with me.”
Syanna glanced back up at him, trying to remain sympathetic, but not give herself away either. “Hence, I would like to make a contract with you, Witcher. I would like you to accompany me and protect me as we pay a little visit to the person who started it all; Stregobor. Sure, you say all the girls are dead, but what about the poor unfortunate girls in future’s time who may follow the same tragic fate? The girls that may still live? I’ll make it worth your pay. I’ll even throw in your own land...or at least I’ll have my sister do it. She did so for Geralt.”
@wanderingwolfwitcher continued from X
This man was nothing like Geralt. That much was obvious to Syanna at this point, even if they were both Witchers. She couldn’t help but fold her arms, eyes carefully watching him as she listened to him speak. Syanna could just tell that if she were to tell him what REALLY happened in Toussaint, especially with the vampires, she might be his next target. Her heart strung with guilt, remembering what happened to Dettlaff. Everyday she was paying for her crimes since then, in more ways than one.
At the implication that she was something she wasn’t, Syanna raised an eyebrow, hands now on her hips. “Actually, I’m her sister, her eldest sister. And I would visit Geralt if I could, but because I’m on lockdown, I’m stuck to obeying the wishes of my dear sister and remaining stuck inside this castle like one of those ‘hapless ladies’ you speak of.” She couldn’t help but smile at this, agreeing with his view on those boring typical stories of princesses. She never cared for them and they were never accurate. “Letters can only do so much, but it’s not enough.” She paused, looking him over. That was when an idea came to her mind. Anarietta wouldn’t give him much of a contract, but maybe she could. “If it’s a contract you want, my sister may not be able to offer you anything in Toussaint. Most of the monster problems have lessened after the Beast of Beauclair, or maybe it’s because Geralt is here permenantly now, but maybe I can offer you something.”
In her time of imprisonment, Syanna had resorted to researching everything about the Curse of the Black Sun and it’s origins. She knew this would maybe be exposing herself, but after everything she had done, Syanna wanted to do something right. She wanted to help all the other girls like her out there – at least if there was still any left. “Do you know anything about the Curse of the Black Sun?”
#wanderingwolfwitcher#ic. Sylvia Anna#v; The True Beast of Beauclair#(She knows exactly what she's starting XD#But someone has to take Stregobor down and end this once and for all#so why not a Witcher?#I just can't wait for them to find out about each other though XD
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- Nikita Gill
#this is so fitting for Syanna <3#VISAGE ;; Sylvia Anna#MUSINGS ;; Let me tell you a Fairytale#ABOUT ;; The cursed monster of a princess
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What happened to you, Morgana? I thought we were friends.
#VISAGE ;; Sylvia Anna#MUSINGS ;; Let me tell you a Fairytale#ABOUT ;; The cursed monster of a princess
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"Shh! I hear something." (Ciaran)
★ Some First meeting Starters! ★
Syanna raised an eyebrow, listening for what they were talking about. She knew of the existence of other creatures out there in the world, different from humans. Could it be one of those, or was it something to not worry about so much. Quietly raising the sword from her sheath, she whispered. "Don't worry, I'll check it out. Stay behind me."
Look at you being a hero when we all know you aren't. With the tip of the blade, she poked open the door, ready to stab whatever was behind the door when Syanna paused in the nick of time. It was a cat. The feline creature meowed up at them before running off. Apparently it had been clawing at the door. "It seems the beast behind the door was your typical run of the mill cat. No Puss in Boots either."
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Does Syanna have any regrets with Dettlaff?
Syanna: “I regret nothing!”
Also Syanna:
Let’s talk about this in detail.
That isn’t the face of someone who regrets nothing. That also isn’t the face of someone who just spent their time saying someone (said person walking through the door, Dettlaff) is a tool to them and nothing more than a tool.
This IS the face of someone who holds regret for their actions and the terrible truth of them that this person is about to find out.
In this moment, before Dettlaff walks through the door, he thinks he has just found the ones responsible for kidnapping and holding his beloved hostage. Syanna (or Rhena, at least before it’s revealed), can hear the fighting outside. She can hear Dettlaff coming to rescue her. However, of course it’s all a ruse. He doesn’t know that yet. But just for a brief moment, blink and you might miss it, before he opens the door, this flash of regret & guilt washes over her face with her back to him. He hasn’t even called out to her yet, but once he says ‘Rhena!’, she brings her head down as if to compose herself before putting on the act of Rhenawedd.
And then, of course after this, the truth of her is revealed with it and Dettlaff doesn’t take it well.
Now onto this scene in the Land of a Thousand Fables:
When Geralt starts asking her about Dettlaff, she gives this cold response, saying he was a tool and ONLY a tool. But notice how she kind of hesitates to explain him at first before deciding to call him a tool. It’s almost as if she is trying to look for the right words to say. It’s like she wants to say something else, but goes with the most obvious choice even would think from her.
“Dettlaff… was a tool and only a tool.”
But after she explains to Geralt that she learned to trust no one long ago and that now Dettlaff has to learn the same as she did, notice how Syanna ALSO turns her back to him, looking down after telling Geralt this.
I’m sorry, but this still doesn’t look like someone who doesn’t regret their actions. It just seems like someone putting on an facade, acting like nothing effects them once so ever.
Now the last, and probably one that drives it home for me…
“Dettlaff…it’s not that simple. I–”
“Oh no. It’s very simple. You either deceived me…or not.”
During the confrontation that is absolutely needed where Syanna and Dettlaff can just talk about all that has happened, Syanna is now showing her regret a little. However, I would like to point out how we can’t see her face or expression when she tries to explain herself to Dettlaff. It’s very interesting in particular they wouldn’t show us it, especially with how Syanna continues to only show her true emotions when her back is turned to others or if it’s with someone she trusts.
Now, people usually try to say: “Well, she is scared of Dettlaff in this moment! He’s going to kill her!”
But didn’t Syanna just say she isn’t afraid to see Dettlaff and that she KNOWS he wouldn’t harm her. However, she is nervous to see him because it’s “always nerve-wracking to see an ex, especially when said ex is a vampire.”
Now why would she point that out in particular if he was nothing more than a tool?
Conclusion:
I’m sorry, but I don’t buy the fact that Syanna didn’t care of Dettlaff or that she didn’t have any regrets in using him for her means. Syanna is a silvertongue. She knows how to use words to either get her way or to cut you down with them. However, someone good with words or planning things out like her can still show emotion and struggle with composing it. They just cleverly try to hide it with their words, hence, Syanna turning her back and hiding what she’s really feeling, but using sharp words to make you believe something else.
It doesn’t justify what she did. It doesn’t make up for the fact she used someone who cared for her deeply.
But we honestly can’t look past the fact that she did care for Dettlaff and has some regrets about what she did to him. In the morally-grey world, you can care about someone, use them, and still have regrets/guilt about it too.
She was so bent and focused on revenge and only that she used someone she cared for and that cared for her deeply that it led to a disaster. After all, it’s like she told Geralt: “I’ll either get burned or I’ll burn all else down. No other options.”
#I can't believe I wrote this masterpiece#casually reblogs my headcanon#ABOUT ;; The cursed monster of a princess
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★ Some First meeting Starters! ★
As always, feel free to edit/add context as needed!
"What... what the heck are you doing?"
"Hi. I'm ___ . I know we just met, but can you do a huge favor for me?"
"Umm... you alright there?"
"Whatcha got there?"
"Are you in danger?"
"You need directions? I can show you the way."
"Can I borrow a few [currency] off you?"
"I'm really sorry! I didn't break it, did I?"
"Can you walk? I can give you a hand."
"Hey, have you seen [item] around? I can't find mine."
"Run now! Ask questions later!"
"I didn't mean to hit you, sorry you got wrapped up in that mess."
"Woah, what the heck is that!? That's cool!"
"Where you from? I've not seen you around before."
"Hope I didn't make a bad impression. Can we start over? I'm ___ ."
"Shh! I hear something."
"You looking for a fight? Because I'll give you one!"
"Who the heck do you think you are?"
"Get out the way!"
"Coming through, coming through!"
"Awee, I love your dog! What's it's name?"
"What the heck is going on here!?"
"Someone please explain this to me."
"Woah, I'm friendly promise! Calm down!"
"Can... you pretend you didn't just see me make a fool of myself?"
"Ack! Where the hell did you learn to drive?!"
"You almost hit me!"
"I'm suing you."
"Don't mess with me."
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Alright, I’m here to finish the rest of my drafts and get some starters going. My shoulder pain has kept me up, but I need a distraction, so I’m here writing and lurking. I’m working on revamping my multimuse upon which I’m adding Anna Henrietta and Dettlaff among other muses over @starwrittenfates.
#OOC ;; Serenity has left the group chat#I'm waiting for an MRI appt to see what's going on with my shoulder#but for now I must play the waiting game#hence I'm getting back into writing for a distraction because the pain is just so ridioculous
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