The Cover Of "A Player Called Grape", A Fan Fiction Full Of Joy. Grape Will Be Responsible For Geralt's

The cover of "A Player Called Grape", a fan fiction full of joy. Grape will be responsible for geralt's teleportation, equipment and alchemy necessities, doing what all players do, but she will not fall in love with game characters.

A beautiful simple form.

          The Russian Nuptial Tiara.

      It is not known who was the first wearer of this tiara since according to the Russian Diamond Fund it was made for Archduchess Marija Fëdorovna, second wife of Tsar Paul I of Russia, while other sources state that it was made for Empress Elisabeth Alexeievna, wife of Tsar Alexander I of Russia. It was created around 1800 by jeweller Jacob David Duval, and the high kokoshnik design is centred on a spectacular natural pink diamond, a 13.33-carat stone from the treasury of Tsar Paul I of Russia. This stone alone would be worth about $ 71,200,000, and was initially supported by a foil to enhance the pink color, but then removed. In addition to this pink diamond, the tiara is made up of white diamonds from Brazil and India which would have a weight of over 1,000 carats.This tiara is formed of a sliding base that surrounds the pink diamond, from which hang a multitude of briolette-cut diamonds, which dangle so that they can tremble and sparkle with every movement of the wearer. The tiara is topped with a row of large vertical pear-shaped diamonds. Over the years this tiara became a jewel worn by generations of imperial brides. Many of these jewels owned by the Russian Imperial Family were dismantled and then sold in single pieces, but this was sold entirely and purchased by Marjorie Merriweather Post and is now part of her collection at the Hillwood Museum. And today this is owned by the Russian government and are now kept in the museum of the Diamond Fund in the Moscow Kremlin.

It’s been 10.000 years since I last drew him (aka 6 years when BotW came out..)

If Caranthir and Imlerith got into an argument, what would it be about?

I imagine them as fundamentally different, Caranthir being on the autistic spectrum, Imlerith the practical soldier, each with a fixed set of rules how things should be done, handled, sorted. So probably field hygiene or domestic order, in a situation in which they are too cooped up to avoid each other properly haha

Oh a soft picture for two hard people. This is lovely!

More Ciredin food ❤️

Queen of the Wild Hunt 🔥

Just posted new Ciri / Eredin fic! Based on the drawing and tag prompts in this art I love by @onedivinemisfit:

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Why me?

Queen of the Wild Hunt The Witcher (c) Andrzej Sapkowski Art: Me

“O, Child of the Elder Blood! You belong to us! You are ours! Join our procession, join our hunt! We will race, race unto the very end, unto eternity, unto the very end of existence! You are ours, starry-eyed daughter of chaos! Join us; learn the joy of the hunt! You are ours. You are one of us! Your place is among us! [...] Yes, we are corpses. But you are death."

(Time of Contempt)

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Year 1276, Tir ná Lia

Ciri looked at herself in the full length mirror. The sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind her glinted off silver pauldrons and greaves. She flexed her hand, then made a fist and the gauntlet complied with articulated ease. Around her shoulders hung a multi-hued scarlet cloak, brighter than the flames in the fireplace beside her.

Eredin stood just behind her on her right side, with a satisfied smile. He reached out and readjusted the cloak. His hand remained there, resting on her shoulder. “It’s just as I imagined. But now that I finally have you in our armor, all I want to do is take it off you.” His finger traced the line of her jaw while his eyes shifted towards the large four-poster bed in his room.

Ciri snorted. “You just finished telling me we needed to make haste.” Looking at his dark green eyes reflected in the mirror, she dropped to a more sober tone. “So here we are. As you wished.” She spun around to face him, crossing her arms across the breastplate.

“Now will you finally tell me more about this mission you wanted my help with?”

“As I said, it’s an exploratory expedition. We need to find more sources of that ore we’ve nearly run out of. The gynvaelil. The strength and stability of our realm depend on it.”

Ciri reflected on her place in Tir ná Lia over the past five years, on their son and daughter who were as much a part of the Aen Elle as Eredin himself. All of their fates were linked now. “Yes but, what are the plans exactly? What’s to be done if there are inhabitants who object to our being there, let alone mining this ore?”

Eredin shrugged. “Then we’ll deal with them.” He glanced at her and smiled reassuringly. “I mean, using the least force necessary, of course. But most likely it won’t come to that. The majority of worlds remain uninhabited.”

Ciri’s stomach felt uneasy. “Preferably no force at all, right? As we’ve discussed.” She sighed and rubbed at her temples. “I guess there’s only one way to find out what these worlds contain.”

He hung his arm over her shoulders and pulled her close to him, grinning. “You’re finally joining my Hunt. You know, a few years ago I’d never have thought you would. Yet here you are, by my side in this as well.”

Ciri had to laugh, because it was something she had once sworn she would never do. “We’ll see how it goes.”

Together they went to join the Dearg Ruadhri on the windswept plain beyond the palace gates. Their horses were already waiting there for them.

(Continues on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45841483)