'𝑭𝑨𝑳𝑲𝑨' (H)

'𝑭𝑨𝑳𝑲𝑨' 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬. «#𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑, #𝐑𝐏, #OC» ♡ & ↺?

|| Placing this account on hiatus for a little while. ♡

|| My Valhalla shenanigans.

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐬.

|| Lockdown comes in the next few days and the likelihood of me making a new account for the Witcher verse is steadily increasing. I have three in mind, but am open to other suggestions.

Squeals in delight because a BABY!

𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥.

𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍. ♡ for a dm to plot. ↻ to spread the word. — MUTUALS ONLY.

|| Retweets are appreciated.

|| Redoing my pinned.

|| She back. 👁

|| Me, fighting myself over making an asoiaf AND a star wars account.

Offers her forest as safe harbour to friends who may need it during this troublesome time.

"Was he always an arsehole, or did everyone's treatment of him make him that way?" Higher vampire? A shudder travelled along the length of her spine. She hoped never to encounter one.

"Henryck? I am not familiar. I assume that, because of this ominous reception, they are quite the menace?"

Why does everyone seem to be anticipating something foul on the horizon?

He is sweet. Perhaps in the morn she will leave him a sweet roll, or two, on his doorstep in Fayrlund.

She seems to recall from her studies that energumens were possessed individual. That area of magic was one she steered far away from, drawn more to restoration. "I have heard a thing or two, yes."

An apology is hardly adequate for such disgusting behaviour. It certainly says a lot about his respect for women— or rather, very evident lack thereof. You are not entitled to our bodies in any way, shape or form. Keep. Your. Filthy. Mitts. Off. Lest you wish to lose them.

Excuse me, but this is sexual assault. Kindly keep your hands off of women who have not given you permission to touch them.