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The Dutiful Chamberlain
Ciri: Chamberlain, is it true? Geralt is in there?
Mererid: That is true, Your Imperial Majesty. Master Geralt is having an important audience with your father, the Emperor.
Ciri: Let me in!
Outside...
Mererid: Apologies, Majesty, but no one is allowed to disturb them.
Ciri: Pleeeeease! Move out of the way!
Ciri: Ugh! Move old man! Dammit! You're like a statue! Come oooonnn!
Mererid: ....
Ciri: You know I could just use my powers and blink inside.
Mererid: If you do that, Majesty, I will be severely punished.
Ciri: *sigh* I can't let father punish you for doing your job. Very well, I will come back later. Send someone to inform me when the audience ends.
Mererid: As you wish, Your Imperial Majesty. And thank you.
Mererid, the dutiful and loyal chamberlain, ready to lay his life and limb to protect his master, even from Emhyr's own daughter.
Series of photos shot and given to me by ningomaningnong, my PS edits and captions. Hope you enjoyed this little tale!
#emhyr var emreis#emhyr#geralt of rivia#geralt#mererid#cirilla#cirilla fiona elen riannon#nilfgaard#the witcher 3#witcher 3#witcher 3 wild hunt#virtual photography#photoshop
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What if Ciri goes against the will of her father-emperor, and secretly marries Roche in a church in a small village?
I think Emhyr won’t be as mad as everyone thinks. He knows his own strong will and his daughter definitely inherited it, he knew ultimately he couldn’t stop it no matter what he tried. He’ll definitely play it like he’s furious though. Ciri and Vernon chill at Regis’ place until they feel they can approach the emperor. Once they go back to Emhyr his demand is Vernon be a head General or some military high rank and Ciri continue being his heir. They will be moments of terror on Ciri’s part as Vernon continues to challenge Emhyr on anything. Vernon eventually chills out once he realizes just how clever and oddly caring the emperor is. Vernon thinks he’s died when he hears Emhyr actually laugh with Mererid over an old joke between the two.
Hope you like this. Might add more to it later.
#vernon roche#ciri#the witcher#roche#emiel regis#regis#emhyr#emperor emhyr#emhyr var emreis#cirilla fiona elen riannon#mererid#if you blink you miss it
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modern au, stressed out businessman Emhyr finding out about essential oils and dumping them all over his bed because he does nothing by halves, do or do not, there is no try
ends up half drowning himself with essential oils and having a coughing fit, lavender searing the inside of his lungs, more stressed than ever before, frantically googling the side effects of inhaling a mist of herbal oils
Executive Assistant and lover mererid watching this happen like: 🕴️
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Pearls Before Hedgehogs (Emhyr/Mererid, 730 words)
... so. I learned a couple of days ago that Mererid means “pearl” in Welsh. And then this happened.
(For context: A lot of Elder Speech words were taken from Welsh. And “eimyr” means “hedgehog” in the Elder Speech. I think that’s all you need know to enjoy this silly little scene.)
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The setting sun painted the Emperor's desk with a broad stripe of warm orange light that caught on his jewelled surcoat and lined his hard profile in gold. There was little chance he'd make a request of Mererid before his evening meal, engrossed as he was in the letters he was writing, but Mererid stood unobtrusively in a corner of the office all the same. One could never know.
Sunshine crept slowly across the room. Mererid watched a few dust motes dancing in the air and made a mental note to have the office cleaned overnight.
The Emperor's quill stopped its scratching, and Mererid looked over. He had paused and set the quill down, sitting perfectly straight in his chair as he looked over the letter. There was something tense in the set of his shoulders, though, and he flexed his hand once.
Mererid crossed the room and stood at his shoulder, reaching for the offending hand. "Please allow me, Your Majesty," he said, though it was only a formality—he was already rubbing circles between the Emperor's thumb and forefinger, massaging the cramping muscles there. He'd done this before. He had been terrified the first time, his sense of propriety warring with the sudden, foolish urge to put his hands on the Emperor and take the pain away himself instead of calling for a physician. The Emperor had said nothing, though, and Mererid's head was still attached to the rest of him. So the hand massages had continued.
He had learned a long time ago not to think closely about what he was doing and who he was touching, lest his treacherous body give him away by reddening his face or quickening his breaths. He handled the Emperor's hand as if it were someone else's, his mind a careful blank as he rubbed his thumb up each of the finger bones, then turned it over to massage the palm.
The Emperor's breathing had slowed pleasingly, his ministrations having the intended effect. Mererid leaned into his task. He chanced a glance upwards and saw that the Emperor's shoulders had relaxed, too, his expression pensive as he stared ahead.
After another minute, the Emperor turned his head; Mererid could feel his breath on his ear. Goosebumps prickled the back of his neck, and then the Emperor spoke. "A myriad pearl divers along the shores of fair Etolia," he murmured in the Elder Speech, "yet fortune smiles brightest upon an urcheon in its burrow."
He noticed the perfect meter and rhyme of the short verse first. Then the meaning hit him, and his breath caught in his throat. He was still holding the Emperor's hand—too tightly, now—and he let go as if he'd been burned, his face hot with shame. Wishful thinking, he told himself, turning the words this way and that in his mind in frantic search of another explanation.
The dimming sun fell across the Emperor as he watched him, casting part of his face into deep shadow but setting his amber eyes alight. "Have I mistaken you?" he asked, his expression inscrutable.
So Mererid had been correct. A man of stronger mettle would have been able to compose a witty verse in response, perhaps. Emhyr—he allowed himself the small thrill of thinking of him as Emhyr, even though it made his face grow hotter—had sent his heart racing just by speaking his name with such gentle warmth, and language itself was escaping him. "I, I—" he stammered, then smoothed his trembling hands down the front of his doublet, trying to stand straighter. "No, Your Majesty."
Emhyr gave a short nod. His eyes fell to the letter on his desk, finally sparing Mererid from his steady gaze, and he picked up his quill again. Mererid dared to look at his downturned profile and saw that he was smiling. He stood there, struck dumb, until Emhyr turned his free hand over, his open palm a silent invitation.
He stepped to Emhyr's other side, grateful for the return to their routine and the opportunity to gather himself. "Please allow me, Your Majesty," he said needlessly, the familiar words tumbling from his mouth as if of their own accord. He took a steadying breath, then Emhyr's hand, and started rubbing small circles into the thick muscle of his thumb.
The only response was the scratch of quill against parchment.
#emhyr/mererid#emhyr x mererid#mererid#i've loved this pairing for so long but couldn't quite think of anything to write#also............. i find the idea of naming this pairing 'pearlhog' fucking hilarious#pearlhog#there i've done it
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Witcher characters as types of people buying groceries:
Geralt:
Takes a long time because everyone asks him to reach for high shelves and if he knows where to find the lemon juice.
Yennefer:
Shoves everyone aside and takes things out of other people's carts.
Ciri:
She's in every aisle before you get there. In. Every. Aisle.
Dandelion:
Stands in the middle of the aisle and talks very loud about the posh recipe he needs fresh cilantro for. Has never cooked a thing in his life.
Emhyr:
Stands in the middle of the aisle and looks at everything with disdain while Mererid is doing the shopping. Now and then he tells him "have you seen this, it looks interesting" and Mererid says "yes that's a potato, no we still have potatoes at home".
#witcher#geralt of rivia#emhyr var emreis#yennefer#cirilla fiona elen riannon#dandelion#Mererid#types of people#shopping
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Review: The Drowned Wood by Emily Lloyd-Jones
I hate writing critical reviews, and I know a lot of people are excited about this book, but it fell short of the mark in a number of ways for me. I would really love to see more Welsh fiction written by Welsh ffrindiau
Review: The Drowned Wood by Emily Lloyd-Jones
Before I get into the main body of this review of The Drowned Woods by Emily Lloyd-Jones, a little disclaimer: I was sent a pre-release copy of the book by Hodder and Stoughton in exchange for an honest review. But I don’t think I really need that disclaimer, because this review will be very obviously honest. I don’t often write anything close to a…
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#arc copy#books#cantre&039;r gwaelod#cardigan bay#corgi#emily lloyd-jones#Fantasy#mererid#review#the drowned woods#trad-pub author#welsh language#welsh mythology
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I was overcome by a fit of "you know what I really love? Surcoats" so here's Meri's Otherworld Armor 2.0. Also her sword has Lore now.
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- Mererid Puw Davies, The Tale of Bluebeard in German Literature: From the Eighteenth Century to the Present
#inchresting#mererid puw davies#bluebeard#it is the key that leads to the kingdom of the unimaginable#🍓.txt
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૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ╱ WELSH NAMES MASTERLIST ( below the cut is #293 welsh first names. they are a mixture of feminine, masculine and neutral names, but please use as you see fit. please like / reblog if you found useful. )
feminine ;
addien
aderyn
adwen
aelwen
aeres
aerfen
aerona
aeronwen
aethwy
afanen
amser
anchoret
angharad
annwyl
anwen
aranrhod
arianrhod
arianwen
arlais
awen
awena
bethan
bethwyn
betrys
blodwedd
blodwen
blodwyn
braith
branwen
briallen
bronwen
bronwyn
brynn
buddug
caraf
cari
caron
carys
catrin
ceinwen
ceridewn
cerys
delyth
dilys
eilir
eira
eirlys
eirwen
eleri
eluned
enfys
enid
ffan
ffion
gaenor
gaynor
gladys
glain
glenda
glenys
glynis
glynnis
guenevere
guinevak
guinevere
gwawr
gwen
gwendolyn
gwenhwyfar
gwenifer
gwenllian
gwennan
gwenno
gwaldus
gwylan
gwyneria
gwyneth
haf
hafwen
heulwen
igraine
iorwen
kiah
lleucu
llinos
llywelya
lowri
lunet
mabli
maybn
madrona
madwen
mair
mairwen
mared
marged
medi
megan
meghan
melangell
menna
mererid
merlyn
morgana
morgause
morwen
myfanwy
nia
non
olwen
owena
raewyn
rhian
rhianna
rhiannon
rhianu
rhonda
rhoswen
seren
sian
sioned
siriol
sulwyn
talaith
tanwen
tegan
teleri
telyn
terrwyn
masculine ;
adda
aeron
aled
alun
andras
aneirin
arawn
arthur
baeddan
bedivere
bedwyr
berwyn
bevan
beynon
bleddyn
bowen
bran
broderick
brychan
brynmor
cadell
cadfael
cadfan
cadogan
caradoc
carwyn
ceron
cledwyn
collen
dafydd
dai
derwyn
dewey
dewi
dillan
dillon
dilwyn
eirwyn
elisedd
emrys
ercwlff
euros
gaerwn
gareth
geraint
gerallt
gethin
griffin
grittith
gruffudd
grugwyn
guto
gwalchmai
gwaltney
gwern
gwil
gwilym
gwydion
gwyn
hedd
heddwyn
howell
hywel
ianto
idwal
ieuan
ifan
ifor
illtyd
ioan
iolo
iorwerth
islwyn
kynan
lleu
llewellyn
lloyd
llyr
llywelyn
mabon
macsen
maddock
madoc
madog
meilyr
merewyn
meriadoc
mervin
mervyn
meurig
mihangel
mordred
myrddid
nye
owain
pasgen
peredur
powell
pritchard
pryderi
pwyll
rhodri
rhun
rhydian
rhys
romney
siarl
taffy
talan
taliesin
taran
trefor
tremain
trevelian
tudor
twm
urian
vaughn
yestin
ynyr
neutral ;
afon
avalon
avon
bricen
cadewyn
cadwalader
caerwyn
cai
cambrie
cariad
celyn
ceri
colwyn
crwys
dwyn
dylan
ebrill
eirian
elwyn
emlyn
evan
gaiwan
garan
glyn
glynn
gryffon
llar
meredith
morgan
mostyn
nesta
ninian
parry
pembroke
pugh
ragle
reese
rhoslyn
rice
sianai
tristan
uther
wynn
wynne
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“Leadership requires discipline, sacrifice, the ability to make people believe in the impossible. no one said anything about easy.”
-Quotes by Shopia Maguire ~ The Event
(pics requested from @alphagravy and my enhancements in PS.
#cirilla#empress ending#morvran voorhis#mererid#nilfgaard#cirilla fiona elen riannon#witcher 3#the witcher 3#witcher 3 wild hunt#bittersweet#virtual photography#cirilla x morvran#photo edit
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ciri as empress of nilfgaard and roche as her loyal vassal and them dating...
Ciri being Emhyr’s Heir while Vernon was her lover and vassal would include:
-Poor, poor Mererid
-Man has to somehow train Vernon Roche to be a vassal while also serving Emhyr and seeing to Ciri and help her with training to be an Empress.
-Vernon Roche is so stubborn and it causes Ciri both amusement and horror, sometimes at the same time.
-Vernon Roche fights Emhyr every step of the way, this was Emhyr’s idea and Vernon is not going to let him forget it.
-Emhyr thought if Vernon Roche was made Vassal to Ciri then their love could be continued and everything would go smoothly
-Nope
-Vernon has to be a butt about everything, the clothes, the manners, the training in etiquette, the training in dancing (Honestly it’s ridiculous, how can someone memorize all these steps)
-The only part Vernon doesn’t fight is the military help he can provide to Emhyr and Ciri, though he does make small quips about the emperor under his breath much to Emhyr’s chagrin.
-Emhyr actually likes Vernon and his challenges though he makes to sure everyone thinks he despises the man and his Northnerness.
-Emhyr is thrilled Ciri took to being his heir even if it meant Vernon Roche would be close
-Little tiffs between Vernon and Emhyr that leave Ciri surely thinking Vernon will meet the hang man’s noose
-“NO! I will NOT be dancing during this event!” “You and Ciri are expected to dance as the main event for the ball, yes you will!” and so on. The tiffs leave Vernon irritable and grouchy while Emhyr is nothing if but amused and tickled someone would actually challenge him. Ciri wants to cuff them both over the head.
-Eventually Emhyr retires and chuckles as Vernon barely scrapes through Ciri’s coronation.
-Emhyr is his retirement comes over to the palace so often and loves to pick little fights with Vernon over stupid little things just to get a rise out of Vernon. Vernon takes a LONG time to catch on that this is a game to Emhyr.
-Vernon actually thought Emhyr HATES him, which he did at first to be fair. Takes a while for him to come around and openly admit that maybe Emhyr isn’t THAT bad. Maybe… Possibly..
-Mererid is glad when Emhyr retires, as he ‘retires’ with Emhyr and continues to serve him.
-Mererid does NOT like the tiffs, the are unprofessional and Sir would you please be mindful of what Vernon’s temper does to the court…
-Ciri takes to the throne beautifully and enjoys visits from Emhyr every now and again, though if you would please stop making my vassal slightly intimidated and irritable that would be great, thanks.
#this went off the rails#maybe add more later#mererid#emhyr#emhyr var emries#emperor emhyr#empress ciri#Vernon#vernon roche#the struggles are real#mainly for ciri#stubborn emhyr#meets#stubborn Vernon#send help#and wine#and Regis#Regis fixes everything#should do that next#Regis is ciri’s court
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the gentleman will stop fooling around in photo mode
#the witcher#mererid#i'm so glad i happened upon this amazing side-eye#credit to asaara-writes for the caption :')
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Let's change this up a little! The Emralt advent calendar but with the latest part showing up first:
Last Yule
If you're not familiar with the not-a-Christmas-carol "Good King Wenceslas" you might think I completely lost it with today's installment:
So I'll be providing you with a link:
youtube
And here's the link that leads to the monstrously long advent calender main post containing all previous calendar doors:
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Play as Iorveth mod and Eskel's long hair mod both wips by @witcherscreenshotsdump
Morvran to Eskel mod one of these character swaps (I think)
Mererid to Letho mod is either one of those or one I made myself (I can't remember)
#iorveth#eskel#witcher eskel#long haired eskel is best eskel#letho#letho of gulet#witcher 3#modded game
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Hey! You asked me, and I love these sort of games, so I'm paying it forward.
If you want to do the character aske, I'd ask for your take on Geralt of Rivia 🥰
ah Geralt, my beloved most neutral witcher and bestest monster killer in all the land (/s ^^)
Sexuality Headcanon: once upon a time, a young Geralt fancied himself strictly as a woman’s man, and that his same sex dalliances w other witchers were simply bc of lonely nights in Kaer Morhen. Until he left KM and found himself not averse to bedding women and men alike. Life is full of surprises and sometimes they are children, sometimes the discovery that cock is prettty good. And since life as a witcher is Toil and Labour, he wasn’t about to over-complicate smth he personally had no objections with just because some rando noble might be uncomfortable. Quite the useful attitude for a witcher living on the outskirts of civilisation, so that worked out for him.
This is just my hc for a TW3 timeline with overt homophobia, based on the encounter with Mislav. Because CDPR have proven themselves cowards by not showing a single dick in the entirety of the games and therefore cannot be 100% trusted with canon, I like to also imagine another where homophobia is less prominent (and non-existent in most regions) where geralt is…exactly the same. no fucks given except for in bed ;)
Gender Headcanon: a cis man, and pragmatic and doesn’t give a hoot if prudes shake their heads at his gender non-conforming habits. if a warm, comfy article of clothing in his possession happens to be a dress, it’s being worn, and how majestic. he knows how to braid hair, bc it doesn’t hurt to know how. Bonus: kid!Ciri adored him for it. Besides, gender-coding things sounds like an Other People kinda problem, and he is but a simple witcher with potions to brew and blades to oil, so…
A ship I have with said character: Geralt/Emhyr is my current obsession💖 Geralt/Regis and Geralt/Dettlaff are two close faves. All simultaneously within the same timeline bc my blorbos love to share
A BROTP I have with said character: a begrudging understanding between Geralt and Mererid, whose dislike of Geralt rose exponentially when he heard of Emhyr taking on Geralt as a lover. But Geralt worked some magic (read: really good sex and perhaps some axii for the nerves) to make emhyr’s mood do a 180 or maybe just a 90, he’s still a grump sometimes
and mererid was like, ‘you. you can stay.’
A NOTP I have with said character: none particularly? m8 if I encounter a ‘squick’ ship (think themes of incest for example) that’s also well-crafted, count me in for eating the dead dove
Random headcanons:
The only time he seriously reassessed his sex life was: 1) after falling for Regis, and even then it was more bc of the mental image of Papa Vesemir scolding him that he was meant to fight, not fuck this creature, and 2) falling for Emhyr, but then he seriously contemplated many other things too…
No way is he not a good cook what with those witcher-level potion brewing skills and olfactory senses
he has really nice hands! when they’re not encrusted with monster gore, anyway. and he takes good care of them too
General Opinion over said character: one of my fave things abt his character is that even though he’s pushing 100, he’s still a big awkward turtle. and also that his hero complex pulls him in directions he wouldn’t intentionally go makes him even more fun (see: every single bit of politics shenanigans his allegedly neutral arse gets swept into). I love him. my babygirl.
that was fun, thanks for the ask!!
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Mererid, daughter of Vanw, hails from the village of Root's Oath, in the Brecheliant Greenwood, in the land of Ynys Cantrevi. Root's Oath would be a fairly normal hunter-forager settlement, trading meat and skins for goods they can't produce themselves, were it not for that fact that it is solely home to the wolf-clothed, people with the ability to emerge in the form of a wolf while their human bodies sleep.
Mererid has always been one of her village's best hunters, and never so much as ventured to the nearest city, but when she's attacked by an unkillable beast out of a thousand-year-old legend, her search for answers leads her to leave everything she's ever known behind.
Note: name spellings are based on Middle Welsh, hence the non-standard orthography for Modern Welsh.
“And where might you be from, lass?” the innkeeper asked. “Don't see many womenfolk dressed like you in these parts.”
Mererid shrugged. “I'm a hunter from Root's Oath, in the Greenwood. Everyone dresses like me there. No time to sit around sewing gowns.”
A man's voice came from behind her. “The Greenwood? Heard there's an awful lot of wolf-clothed living there, outlaws and cattle thieves all.”
Anest had warned her that cityfolk weren't nearly as friendly to the wolf-clothed as the villagers farther out from the great kingdoms, but Mererid hadn't quite expected to run into that so soon. She turned around, raising her arms in a gesture of innocence, and to show off the shearling lining of her wambais. “Only furs I'm wearing are sheep, sir,” she said, to a murmur of laughter from somewhere deeper into the common room. The man who had spoken up glowered at her, but turned back to his drink, and Mererid realized rather belatedly that she was lucky he hadn't made a crack about a wolf in sheep's clothing.
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