Local Bird Slam Dunks An Armed Swordsman. What Happens Next Surprises No One.

I understand that museums have to be dark because light can destroy fragile artifacts. That said, I’m always afraid to walk around the blind corners because what if there is a skeleton

Links dad loves all of his son, even the goth dumb one

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Compilation of the Wind + Bros series :)

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concept #3: Time goes on, and even as he sings sombre ballads everywhere he goes, Jaskier also makes it a point to actively stay out of Geralt’s path. It isn’t easy, especially after knowing his presence so well after years of travelling together (where there used to be times when he could step onto a dirt road after months apart, and somehow still find his way back to the Witcher, no matter where he was or how far apart they were) but he pulls it off. 

People stop knowing him as the Witcher’s companion, and just know him as a travelling bard. 

He travels from town to town, village to village, city to city - and they listen to his songs but refuse to remember them; the heartbreak in every word just too much for them to commit to memory. He then leaves every tavern, every inn, every pub - feeling in his bones how his worship dwindles day by day, and how soon no one will sing for him, and how then he will simply fade from being. 

He thinks. He hopes. 

He goes to bed with a wry smile and a heaviness in his body (age, he presumes, catching up to him) wondering if tonight will be the night - only to wake up the next morning because there’s still some worship left out there, and still some song left for him to sing. So he does. He continues. He travels, and he sings. And day by day he slowly weakens - because, you see, that’s just the way brokenhearted deities go. 

But then, there will be times. Incredibly odd and extremely rare days. When he’ll be walking and suddenly stop in his steps; or he’ll be sleeping and awake with a start in the dead of night - and he will feel that familiar tug in his chest, that used to lead him to a certain someone who used to matter so dearly to him.

Who still matters so dearly to him.

And Jaskier will know that it’s time for him to make a run for it. To pick up his pace. Whatever he needs to do to get out of dodge before Geralt gets too close. Because he just can’t, you see. He just.. won’t. He’s not ready, and he doesn’t think he ever will be. He’ll put as much distance between them as he possibly can, leaving nothing but the faintest memory of ever having existed behind him. After all, travelling bards were a fairly common thing, so most places wouldn’t even give much thought to his comings and goings, let alone care enough to tell a Witcher about him if they should ask.

And he doubts Geralt would ask. Why would he?

So he’ll slip out of rooms in the dead of night, or avoid the next town he had been hoping to stop at, and keep walking until his knees ached and his feet hurt. If he has the coin for it, he’ll ask for a horse; he rarely has the coin for it, these days. He’ll keep going until his chest stops aching, until it no longer feels as if his body is split in two; part of him longing to turn around, the other determined to keep moving onward. He’ll make the next town, or even further, if he can. He’ll find a tavern. He’ll sing some songs. He’ll make enough to eat before going further on his way.

But sometimes, the ache - the tug - persists, and Jaskier knows this means that Geralt has not stopped. He knows this means that Geralt is still moving forward, ever closer. Too close for comfort. And though Jaskier knows he needs to keep moving to avoid him, he also knows his weakened bones would not be able to outrun a Witcher and his horse.

And so, it is during these times, that Jaskier will reluctantly pick up his lute, take a deep breath, then pasting a smile on his face, he’ll pluck out a fanciful tune and sing heroic songs - about a white-haired, golden-eyed Witcher - who saves damsels and fights monsters wherever he goes.

The townsfolk will laugh, and they will sing along.

And Jaskier will feel their worship bring new strength into his bones, new life into his lungs, and awaken the blood running through his veins. He’ll sing, and dance, and feel more alive than ever.

And he’ll hate every minute of it.

Because now he knows that there will be more days ahead of him. More weeks, more months to endure. More life and more time for him to waste away once he leaves this place. More nights to spend hoping that each night will be the night he finally fades from existence. 

And even moreso, he’ll hate every minute because every note he sings to earn those minutes, is a reminder of every minute he used to spend with… 

.…with Geralt.

And it hurts. It hurts to remember. It hurts to realise he’ll never have that again.

So when all is said and done, he’ll take the coin he’s made and make a run for it. Chest aching and heart pounding. He’ll hope the townsfolk somehow forget him once he’s gone. And he’ll hope that they somehow forget his music as well. 

He’ll hope they’ll forget the songs; that they stop singing once he’s out of town. He’ll hope this is the last time he’ll be forced to do this - using his worship to prolong the inevitable. It was wrong, and it wasn’t very deity-like behavior.

But most of all, he’ll hope that this time… he finally outruns Geralt of Rivia.

For the very last time. Every time. Because he just doesn’t know how much longer he can run.

Magical Girl AU

Agatha

Powers: Jäger cards. Her ancestors only bound willing spirits to cards, but every single one of them found a few new willing spirits, so now there’s a thousand or so cards hanging around. Agatha usually takes a selection and leaves the rest in an iron bound chest. This is nicer than it sounds – when the Jägers are together they can move between cards and she often comes back to find them all wearing different hats.

She lends them out sometimes, too, but only to people she really trusts.

Mascots: Castle and Beast, in their dingbot forms. When they power up they take on something close to their train and castle forms.

The first time Castle powered up there was a lot of “wait… really a castle? as in a building? did you just bend reality to move all those streets over and place yourself in the middle of this city?”

Violetta

Powers: Her powers are clothing based with her mascots providing different outfits with different powers as needed. The most commonly worn is the purple invisibility dress.

Mascots: Tarvek and Anevka. Anevka is a porcelain doll and Tarvek is a teddy bear, but the really high end and fashionably dressed kind. He has a button in his ear with Violetta’s symbol on it.

When they power up enough they can appear mostly human – but their eyes stay glass.

Zeetha

Powers: Magic swords.

Mascot: Her powers come direct from a goddess so she doesn’t have one.

Bang: She’s not… really a magical girl. But she has the willingness to stab, even if it’s with ordinary knives, a stolen Jäger card (Vole), and a really strong aesthetic.

I couldn’t fall asleep one night at 3 am, so here’s a fan animatic of How To Reinvent The Stormtrooper Armor To Make Your Surrogate Father Proud And Shut The Naysayers Up For Fun And Profit by @jackdaw-kraai. 

Warning, I’ve never made an animatic before and it doesn’t have any audio, so ??? Make of that what you will. 

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On the Origins of the Paraglider

(Or: Revali gave Link the paraglider, change my mind)

About five seconds into BotW, I got inordinately attached to the paraglider (and wrote fic about it). Link’s paraglider appears to be the only one in existence and I am seeing surprisingly little speculation about its origin. So allow me to posit a theory: Link received the paraglider from Revali.

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The Lost Princess of the Lost City - Part 1

Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV I had a lot of Wulfenbach family feels after reading the first Girl Genius novel, and this just kind of poured out of me. Kind of a fix-it fic, I guess? People actually talk to each other and so good things happen. I will definately be writing more of this, I just love these idiots so much. (Also, credit for a lot of the details of Gil’s backstory goes to the absolutely amazing fic Well Met at Mechanicsburg. Seriously. Go read it.)

Girl Genius AU where they're in fandom

1. they’re in the Heterodyne Boys fandom.

2. Gil and Tarvek are battling it out for the Most Kudosed story on AO3 but only Tarvek knows that. Gil is writing a really epic adventure/discovery gen story with lots of found family fluff and he once mentioned casually that he wasn’t super into dramatic love quintangles and politics and period-appropriate clothing and kinky erotica. Tarvek took it super personally.

3. out of nowhere this dingbot_heterodyne person shows up with ONE (1) fic and it’s 1. long 2. super well researched 3. badassly actionny 4. politically super sharp yet easy to follow 5. IT UPDATES UNFAILINGLY EVERY THREE DAYS and it takes the top spot from them both in three weeks.

4. tarvek falls in love with the plotline but is still kinda seeting with jealousy a bit so he takes to writing “missing scenes” that are all the sinful porn dingbot isn’t writing. dingbot writes him thanks and mentions how embarrassed they are and it’s totally a failing of their part as a writer but they just Can Not write the porn and they really admire his deft hand in balancing characterization and sizzling hotness. tarvek turns into their n°1 fan and starts chatting them up on discord

5. but. gil notices the email address and it’s his university and meets dingbot in PERSON and they bond on fandom glee but also general fandommy and courses tastes and two weeks later out of nowhere tarvek has to read, with his own eyes, that dingbot is DATING HIS RIVAL. they’ve been sort of co-writing porn scenes for her fic, he was guiding them through it and was so proud of their progress and they were getting to be such intimate friends and BAM. this is super unfair ;__;

6. then gil’s sister lols because hey your gf is writing porn with someone else does that count as sexting and gil is like ??? uhhh *reads the porn* *… dang* do you think your friend could also teach me the ways of writing … well not even porn just. romantic stuff.

7. tarvek ends up tutoring his two rivalcrushes in the art of erotica. how is this his life. but it’s all he will get so he accepts it, very bitterly. and ofc the more they all three talk and the more his crush on agatha grows until he realizes he’s also crushing on gil, and even WORSE he’s crushing on their romantic bond with each other. they’re such a fucking cute couple jfc how can he not ;__;

8. so he writes a modern AU bill/lu/klaus or maybe it’s a lu/bill/klaus where he’s klaus sublimating his attraction to bill into lu until he can’t lie to himself anymore and gently steps away from them both. he writes two endings. one is “lu figures it out and decides both is good” and the the next one is “that was klaus’ dream but then he wakes up to go be best man at their wedding and never says a thing.”

9. agatha isn’t even the one who figures it out first, GIL is. because that lu was way nicer than she’s ever been in canon and usually tarvek is way more deft at juggling bare-bones canon characteristics with emotional fanon filling-out.

10. it’s suddenly hard to catch tarvek to have long conversations because Real Life (or so he says) so gil and agatha decide to co-author a fan sequel where lu and bill come back from their honeymoon and were bored as sin and decide to go get them some klaus.

it’s bar none their least kudosed story ever, because oh man the Bashful does not work well with sensual OT3 seduction and also it’s not what either of their fanbases follow them for, but it does net them a reply.

the first ten lines are bitching gil out about anachronistic pantaloons. but he does get back on discord so they can ask him out properly.