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writerfae · 10 months ago

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Hi! I am kinda having a writing problem and I want to ask if you can give me some advice. (It's okay if you can't!)

From the beginning Adél has been a character that I struggled with alot (perhaps directly because she's my protagonist, though there could be other factors).

I feel like she serves her purpose in the "book" part of the story well, but I am unable to put her in a situation outside of that, and I don't know how to fix it!

I just wanna be able to get excited about her! Because I like Adél, I really do, but sometimes I get stuck when I try to think about her and it makes me really sad!

Perhaps the best way I can describe the problem is that I am being too "strict" with her. I let the other characters kinda run around and do their thing, but I really struggle to do that with Adél. Like I don't know how to let her out of the initial box that I had for her.

Idk if you noticed it or not, but even when sending you crossover scenarios I talk more about her brothers than her (or if not that, than the scenarios for her brothers are a lot easier to come up with for me). This is what I mean when I say I don't know how to put her in situations outside of the planned book.

The worst part of this all is that in canon Adél's worst fear is that one day all her fears and anxiety will grow so large that she won't be able to do anything, not even move, and I am litteraly making her unable to move in the situations that I come up with! I am unintentionally making her worst fear happen when I try brainstorming for her, and it's not in the good way!

I know how much you love Aiden and since he's your protagonist maybe you have some advice on how I can let Adél be a little freer? How to play around with her more?

Thank you in advance!

Also, I really hope this explanation made at least a little sense💀

It made lots of sense to me! I understand your problem and it’s pretty valid. I felt pretty much the same.

Because while yes, I love Aiden and I have him quite developed now, I had a really hard time shaping him. For the longest time he seemed flat to me, without much of a personality.

I think the problem with main protagonists is that sometimes we as writer focus so much on their task of holding up the story that we forget that they are a person, too, not story tools.

They have hobbies and feelings and plans and dreams outside of the story. Not everything about this character has to serve the progress of the plot. It can be hard to remember that.

To struggle with a character, a main character especially, is pretty normal. They need lots of time and care and constant work.

I think you might really be a bit too “strict” with her. Let her run wild once in a while, play around with her a little bit. A character needs to be removed from their story from time to time so that they can grow. I know it’s hard, but like you said, you have to get her out of the box.

Maybe you have a harder time to get Adél out of there because she as a character is really anxious and might not want to leave her box (which means she’s already a pretty much alive character with her “own will”, which is good!), so you have to nudge her a little bit.

Honestly the best way you can do that is with AUs. I know it sounds silly, but as someone with tons of AUs, let me tell you: never before did I learn as much about my characters as in AUs.

(A lot of oc development happened outside of my main story and in AUs. They made me grow more attached to my characters too, I feel like I got closer to them.)

Because those do exactly what I said earlier, they remove the character from their story and that’s pretty helpful.

The modern au helped me especially, because it confronted me with an important question, one you should ask yourself (if you haven’t already):

If Adél wasn’t the protagonist of your story, if she wasn’t even in your story’s setting but just a completely normal teenage girl, how would she be like? What would be her hobbies? Her passions? Her goals in life?

For example, I didn’t know a single hobby of Aiden beside archery before I had my modern AU, cause in-story Aiden doesn’t have time for hobbies all that much. What doesn’t mean he has none. But I only got ideas through the au.

I had to translate them to the old time / fantasy world a bit. Modern AU Aiden is a film geek, so canon Aiden has a love for stories, but not for written ones but told/performed ones.

Or alternatively, how about an AU where Adél isn’t the main protagonist? Think about how her life would be as a minor character or bystander. What would be different about her? Would something be different? Even realizing that she’d still be the same brings you closer to understand her.

I don’t mean that you should make up big and complicated AUs, just that you give some alternate scenarios (and how they would influence Adél) a thought.

Basically, just play dolls and dress up with her. Have some fun. Try to distance her from the story a bit. Because maybe the plot of your story blocks certain aspects of her that can only be unlocked by putting her somewhere else.

AUs are fun and help build the character. Plus if you keep changing the setting you can see what really makes a character themselves, which traits and such move with them from au to au and which don’t.

Something else that might help is do an interview with Adél in your head. Or on paper. Just ask her questions about herself. Or well, ask questions and think about what her answer would be.

Get to know her. Start small.

Little facts like her favorite food or color or animal or her favorite plushie as a kid or anything, really, can make her easier for you to grasp. (Maybe you already know those things, but if not they are worthy to consider).

Or you can get questions from character sheets or get to know me templates. Or more complex questions like “how would Adél react if [insert thing here]?” or “what would she take with her to a deserted island?”.

(Or yet again a different thing to ask yourself: what will Adél do after the story? Or, regarding your worries about her anxiety, work with that, too. Why does she fear what she fears? Since when? What if this fear actually comes true? What would she be like without that fear?)

What might also help is if you let her interact with the others more, let them drag her into their own “outside the story” adventures.

Like I said in that one post I made, Aiden only ever really talks to me if other characters are around. Maybe Adél needs a little help getting dragged out of the box. Next time you imagine a scenario for let’s say one of her brothers, let her join.

Letting characters react is sometimes easier than making them do something on their own.

And most importantly, take your time and don’t be too hard on yourself. You can’t fully know Adél yet. That’s completely okay. (I don’t know Aiden fully yet either). Tale your time figuring her out.

You will keep learning things about her as the story develops and progresses. She will grow along with it, trust me. If you adore her, that’s already enough. The rest will come to you eventually (maybe this answer helps you with it).

I’m really not good at giving writing advice, but I hope that what I said makes at least a little sense I was able to help you :)

And good luck with Adél! She’s lovely and I’m sure you’ll get to understand her better and help her grow!! ^^

#this was lots of input and not much structure I’m sorry but I hope I was at least a little helpful #writer speaks #writeblr

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papermint-airplane · 2 years ago

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GASP! An ask that isn't a bot! 😱😱😱 Hehe, thank you for including me! ❤️

Y'aaaaaaall! The way I relate to Aiden. 😭😭 When I created him in Sims 2, I was 18 and if you can name a weirder age than 18, I'll give you a homemade chocolate chip cookie. You're legally an adult but mentally still a child but you've grown out of being a child but you're not fully ready to be an adult but everyone expects you to be. It's a weird state of limbo where everything is so stressful for no good reason. Is it any wonder I chose to create an alien with a fear of everything? I mean, it wasn't that deep at the time. I just thought it was funny, but in retrospect, it really says a lot about where I was in my life.

And now? I relate to him even more. Not just because we share an anxiety disorder, but because I have learned (as Aiden is learning now) that if you want a place to fit in, you have to make it yourself. I hope it comes across more as I develop Aiden's character but it should be starting to show a little by now that he was a bit of a misfit back on his home planet, too. Obviously, he doesn't fit in on Earth, but he didn't really fit in on Sixam, either. He's still figuring out who he is and where he truly belongs.

That's a feeling I have struggled with my whole life. As you get older, you slowly give up trying to find your identity in other people and start thinking about who you really are as a person. You still feel like you just crash-landed from another planet, but you slowly learn how to be the best alien you can be. You make friends with wonderful people who enrich your life, you find new hobbies, you surround yourself with things that make you happy (even if they seem silly to some people), and yeah you still panic about dumb shit but that's ok.

I am Aiden and Aiden is me. 👽💚

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jaskiersvalley · 4 years ago

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I'm OBSESSED with your writing and your stories, I'm so glad I found your blog, now I always have something new to read!! ❤️❤️❤️

I remember watching you blitz through the blog, leaving likes on a lot of the stories. It really made my day! Now, who knows how many months late, I bring you some silly Witchers and their mutagens.

Kaer Morhen’s Open Door Policy

When Jaskier was invited to Kaer Morhen, he’d thought the open door policy that Geralt mentioned meant that anyone was welcome to stay for the winter. It warmed his heart that the Wolves were so welcoming and generous with their winter lodgings. What Jaskier didn’t anticipate was that said open door policy was a literal thing. He arrived in Kaer Morhen with Geralt, they were stomping snow off their boots when someone rounded the corner at some speed. Slowing down, the man made a beeline for them.

“Lambert,” Geralt greeted before he was veritably bowled over in a hug. If Jaskier squinted, he could have sworn Geralt was given a long sniff and maybe even a lick, perhaps over the lips. But surely he must have seen wrong because Jaskier himself wasn’t given such a greeting.

Two more figures appeared and introductions were made to Eskel and Vesemir. It was quite nice really, even if a lonely winter with just the five of them. However, if gave Jaskier a chance to get used to the ways of the keep. Mostly, it was learning to leave doors open a crack and how to keep the hinges well oiled at all times. If he didn’t, it was guaranteed someone would turn up.

At first Jaskier had thought it was because he wasn’t trusted, not an accepted member of the pack. But that thought was quickly thrown out the window, especially when he was dragged into the cuddle piles in front of fires. Those were rather nice, if a little too warm and sweaty for his liking. Yet, every single time he forgot about keeping a door open, whenever it snicked shut behind him or clicked open as he stepped through, within ten seconds one of the other residents appeared. Usually it was Lambert, rounding the corner at quite a pace even as he tried to make it look like he hadn’t dropped everything and run. It was rather offensive in a way, at least that was what Jaskier thought until he was sat quietly in the library, Lambert browsing for something when his head snapped up all of a sudden and he was off at full pelt. That wasn’t the first time Jaskier saw him running. On more than one occasion Lambert almost bowled him over in corridors as he rushed towards whatever he had heard.

“Doors,” Geralt had explained quietly one night. “If we hear a door open or close, there’s this overwhelming urge to go see who it is, what had happened.”

Now that Jaskier knew, he paid more attention. Any door had Lambert running. Much more sedately, Eskel would usually follow, lumbering towards the source of the noise and trying desperately to look like he wasn’t doing exactly like Lambert. However, he had a weakness, as Jaskier discovered. The cupboard doors in the kitchen. If Jaskier, or anyone else for that matter, happened to go and look in one, Eskel was bound to bumble into the kitchen within a short space of time, looking bashfully hopeful. It was cute, Jaskier even started indulging and giving Eskel snacks because the way he softened and smiled at the offering was far too endearing.

“You’re only encouraging him,” Vesemir grumbled as he watched Jaskier hand Eskel half a slice of honey coated bread. Rather than argue, Jaskier gave Vesemir the other half, not commenting on how the old Wolf appeared for seemingly no reason in the kitchen. The treat certainly silenced him.

For a first winter, it was a good one. Jaskier was satisfied when he left that he was getting the hang of the odd open doors policy. It was the next winter that proved to test his patience. As well as the Wolves, there was a Cat there too. Haughty and aloof, Aiden spent most of his time perched up high somewhere. He slowly warmed up to Jaskier though, cautious at first. However, Aiden seemed to be rather fond of the open door policy, only ever opening or closing a door when he wanted attention. And that was rather frequently. More than once a day Lambert would go running because Aiden slammed a door somewhere, wanting to play.

It was all very well until Jaskier had to use the privy. That was one door that the Wolves learned not to run to. Even though Lambert still twitched, head swivelling it its direction before grumbling and returning to what he was doing. Jaskier was trying to just have a peaceful moment to relieve himself, a considerate two stalls down from an occupied booth when he heard someone else come in.

“Lamb?” Aiden’s voice drifted through the air, a little plaintive and lost.

“What?” Not all that unusual for Lambert to sound irritated.

“What are you doing?”

Jaskier’s eyebrows shot up at the question. What could Lambert be doing in the privy other than the obvious one of four things?

“I’m taking a shit.” Well, that answered which of the four it was but Jaskier could heard the sounds of a body leaning heavily against the door.

“Oh.” Aiden sounded almost disappointed. “I thought I heard some rustling like a snack being opened.”

“I promise I’m not fucking eating while taking a shit. Who eats in here anyway?” Grumbling, Lambert scoffed. “Don’t tell me, I bet it’s Geralt.”

Jaskier couldn’t hold his tongue anymore. “Geralt most certainly does not eat in the privy.”

The sound of a body moving and Jaskier knew Aiden was stood outside the door to his cubicle. “Jaskier. You’re in there.”

“No I’m not.”

For a moment there was confused silence before Lambert growled. “I swear Aiden, if you don’t leave us alone-” his threat was lost as Aiden moved back to Lambert’s door and there was an odd scratching sound. “No. Aiden. Don’t you dare. You can’t sit on my lap here! Not again. We almost broke it last time. Get out. Get out!”

The sound of a door being kicked shut and a huff from Aiden gave Jaskier a good idea of what had jut happened and he was scared to go out. However, not a minute later another voice joined the fray.

“What happened?” Eskel asked.

Jaskier buried his face in his hands in despair. So much for a peaceful piss.

The whole door thing was becoming quite ridiculous. Especially with Aiden slamming them to get Lambert’s attention. And then being offended whenever he encountered a closed door. Those were all gently knocked on and a head poked through if there was no answer. It meant nothing was private and Vesemir had to use a broom to get Aiden off the top of his wardrobe one evening when the Cat had gone missing all afternoon. He seemed to have no respect or care for anything, not when it came to prime napping spots.

It got to the stage that the common areas had their doors removed and Vesemir started hanging heavy furs in their place. Which did actually make the rooms warmer and there was no more needless running around. Though Eskel still bumbled into the kitchen in the hopes of a shared snack. Jaskier had rapidly cottoned on to the fact Vesemir fought such an urge in a novel and simple way. He was almost always either in the kitchen or within sight of it. So he could see if there was an opportunity for a snack without having to move. The old Wolf was clever, Jaskier had to give him that.

Some days, Jaskier did crave a bit of silence and solitude. Those were rare and far between days but they did happen. When they came, he took to wandering through the crumbling corridors of Kaer Morhen, trying to imagine what it had been like in its glory days. Quite amazing, he should think. So lost was he in his musings, Jaskier didn’t notice until too late that the floor wasn’t solid below his feet. It gave way and he fell with a yelp, landing awkwardly on his ankle. The pain was quite blinding, rendering him into a whimpering mess, throat tight and unable to call for help. Even when he managed to gather himself up, it didn’t seem to help. His voice just didn’t carry and the Wolves probably couldn’t hear him. It was cold, dark and Jaskier was in pain which made it difficult to think. There was a door not far from him and, in a moment of sheer desperation, he pulled himself towards it on shaking arms. Near enough, he reached for it and, with all his might, slammed it shut. It bounced open from the force and echoed through the room. Mustering up a little more energy, Jaskier shoved it again and the crack of door hitting frame made him wince. That would have to do. Jaskier managed to lie down, pillowing his head on his arms, shivering.

His hopes were answered when he heard the steady stomp of running feet skidding to a halt.

“The fuck?” There was the sound of a deep inhale as the area was scented. “Where you got to bard?”

“Down here,” Jaskier called back and squinted towards the hole he had fallen through. “My ankle.”

“Why would you do that? Wait. Never mind.” Lambert turned away and, a hand cupped against his cheek and lips he let out what could only be called a howl before his attention was back on Jaskier. “What did we tell you about wandering off?”

More feet, more people and Jaskier teared up in relief. He watched as Aiden hopped down the hole and took stock of the damage. A soft cry of pain left Jaskier as he was picked up and his ankle was jostled. In a few, seemingly easy, jumps, Aiden was passing Jaskier over to Geralt who cradled him against his chest. There was a still body-warm jacket draped over Jaskier and he burrowed into it, finding Eskel’s scent mixing with Geralt a comfort.

In the infirmary he was patched up, fussed over and, in the end, bundled into a pile in front of a fire where the others snuggled protectively up against him. By the next morning all the doors were back in place and Vesemir ground his teeth when Aiden slammed the kitchen one for Lambert’s attention.

#geraskier #lambden #geralt of rivia #jaskier #lambert #aiden #eskel #vesemir #wolves of kaer morhen #tldr: witchers have traits of their schools

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dapandapod · 3 years ago

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Pandington!!!! Picture this:

Lambdert and Aiden get bored during winter in Kaer Morhen and decide to start a contest over who can get Eskel to kiss them first 🥺

Kaer Boring it is!

Jolf, my dearest, I couldn't resist writing this right this exact moment! An it got more spicy than cute, I must confess, but that is the way of the Lambert.

Please enjoy the silly boys!

Warnings: uh... frisky boys? Nothing explicit but fade to black adult times. Swearing, blink-a-you'll-miss-it-somft tummy Aiden.

On Ao3

Winter at Kaer Morhen can be peaceful. A time to enjoy the quiet, recovery and reflection. Meaning:

“BORING.”

Lambert lies on his bed, head hanging down on the edge so that the world is upside down.

“I’M SO BORED. BORING BORING BORING BORING BORING BORING--”

“Oh for fuck’s SAKE shut up, Lambert!” Aiden says, sprawled on his back on the floor, arms spread wide and one foot stuck up in the air and balancing a pile of books.

“Hmm. Let me think about it…. No. BORING BORING BORING BORING BORING--”

“Are you twelve??” Aiden turns his head, the books shifting precariously where they are perched. Were they to fall, a certain set of balls would have seen better days, so to speak.

“Twelve inches? Absolutely.”

The books do fall this time, but in a surprisingly controlled fashion. Aiden lowers his leg, catching the books mid air and throwing them at Lambert.

“Ouch. Fuck you, Kittycat!” Lambert complains, twisting around on the bed to avoid the worst impacts of the heavy tombs.

“You did that, yes, and it was not twelve inches, sweetie.” Aiden stands up and dusts off his legs.

“Worst boyfriend ever.” Lambert complains, rolling onto his stomach.

“You love me.” Aiden says, before flopping onto Lambert's back, squishing him good.

“You have gained weight, that’s for sure.” Lambert mutters, but does nothing to dislodge him.

“And you love that too.” Aiden smirks, leaning down and kissing Lambert's neck.

“Fuck yeah I do.” Lambert agrees, angling his head to the side to give Aiden more access. “But I’m BORED!”

Aiden sighs and rolls off, and they start a play fight with their legs.

“So what do you propose we do to fix that?” Aiden asks.

“I don’t knoooowwww.” Lambert whines. “I’m sooo booored.”

“Hm. What would you do in the winters when I wasn’t here? To spice things up?”

“I don’t know? Tease Geralt? Try to provoke Eskel? He’s a hard nut to crack, that one.”

“Alright. So wanna tease Geralt?”

“He is so mopey now, no fun at all. Pining over the bard, like an idiot. He is no fun at all.”

“Fine. Cracking Eskel then?”

Lambert is silent for a while. Enough to make Aiden just a little bit suspicious.

“What about… a bet?” Lambert asks, lips curling in a smirk. “Who can make Eskel crack first?”

Aiden squints at him.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Did you know Eskel is really stingy with showing affection? How about this? The first one to make Eskel kiss them wins.”

“You just want to kiss Eskel, you little shit!” Adien rolls on top of Lambert again, squishing his cheeks.

“Like you don’t want that!” Lambert shoots back, pinching Aiden’s sides in revenge.

“Fair. Alright, sure. What are the rules?” Aiden asks, but doesn’t let go of Lambert's face. “I just get our Esky-boy to kiss me and I win?”

“If you manage to crack him, yes. But he’s gotta kiss you, not the other way around.”

“Hmmm, that shouldn’t take too long. Promise you won’t get jealous, pupper?” Aiden teases, tracing a thumb under Lambert's lower lip, who catches it in his mouth and bites it.

“Thought that was your thing, kitten. Didn’t treat Keira all that nicely.”

“Don’t like her. But right you are. I like to show others that you are mine.” Aiden purrs, and then proceeds to thoroughly distract them both from their bet for a while.

Many kisses, and a lot less clothes later, they lie panting together.

“I‘ll give you a headstart.” Lambert tells Aiden graciously. “On the bet.”

“Why is that?”

“I have known him longer. Got a few tricks up my sleeve.”

“You telling me you kissed him before?” Aiden deadpans. “After we just settled I’m possessive.”

“I’m telling you I know him. Meaning, he also knows me, and is likely to notice we are up to something. So I’ll give you a head start, before he gets suspicious.”

“I’m suspicious. But alright. Just because I love you, and I don’t want my little pupper to be bored.”

And true to his promise, Aiden made sure Lambert had no reason to be bored in the next few days. He tried drinking Eskel under the table, hoping he would be a loving drunk, but ended his night throwing up out of a window.

Another strategy was mistletoes, having just passed the winter solstice celebration. Eskel only kissed his goat, Geralt on the forehead (which all found very amusing, and Geralt grumbled even louder for the rest of the week) and even a mirror.

Not Aiden though.

Even Lambert found it hard to resist when Aiden wore his best tunic, combed his hair, and managed to get some cream on his upper lip. No such worries for Eskel, he merely used the sleeve of his arm to wipe it off. Charming, that one.

“Fine.” Aiden concedes a few days later, as they are laying in bed. “He is hard to crack. Doubt even getting naked would help with that one. Unless, maybe, I grow horns….”

“No naked business, you are still mine.” Lambert says, snuggling up to the Cat witcher's side..

“When are you going to start trying?”

“Hm, tomorrow? Look closely, you might learn a thing or two.”

“Prick.”

True to his word, when morning comes Lambert walks up to Eskel by the breakfast table.

“Eskel?”

“Hm?”

“Can I have a kiss?”

Aiden gapes. That little piece of shit.

“Sure.”

Eskel pecks Lambert on the lips and goes back to his porridge. Lambert looks at Aiden victoriously.

“Wait. What the fuck.”

“You never asked.” Lambert says happily.

“That’s what you've been trying to do?” Eskel asks, still all bleary from sleep. Clearly not a morning person, that one. “Alright.”

Then he stands up, stool scraping against the stone floor, and leans over the table to peck Aiden on the lips too.

Flabbergasted, Aiden just lets it happen.

When Eskel sits back down and continues eating his breakfast, Aiden fixes Lambert with a glare.

“You knew!” He accuses, and Lambert just smirks and shrugs.

“I told you that was what they were trying to do.” Geralt says to Eskel, who just hums around his food. “You owe me a gwent card.”

“Wait.” Aiden says. “You were betting on our betting?”

“Maybe.” Eskel says. “And a card of my choosing, Geralt, you are not getting my general.”

“Fuck the fucking Wolf school, and fuck all of you.” Aiden swears, truly cross at all of them. He even combed his hair, damnit!

“You want another kiss?” Lambert asks, still smirking as he walks around the table.

“Yes you fucking wanker, come here.” And Aiden pulls Lambert into his lap and kisses him, just a bit more than a peck.

“Get a room.” Geralt complains.

“Only if you kiss your bard.” Lambert fires back, and that shuts him up for good.

Maybe they can have a new bet next year. Maybe the bard wants in.

#lambden #aiden x lambert #witcher lambert #witcher aiden #stupid boys #frisky boys #poor sleepy eskel #the witcher #witcher eskel #witcher geralt #pining geralt #he mopey boy #dapanda writes #dapanda replies #i love lambden so much #they are such idiots #the witcher ficlet

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abluescarfonwaston · 4 years ago

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Shapeshifter AU- 15

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“Sooooooooooo.” He drew out the word in the hopes that by the end of it he’d have a conversation.

“I didn’t ask you to come.” Lambert snapped at him.

“I know. But fishing is way more fun than stone repair. Besides I haven’t gone swimming in a while and it’s starting to eat at me.”

“It’s the middle of fucking winter.” They both pulled their jackets a little tighter around them.

“Some of my forms are insulated enough that its not actually a problem thankfully.”

“Which one’s the best? That way I know which one to skin you for.”

“You didn’t skin me that first night, you’re not going to skin me now. Especially since I’m the warmest person in the keep.”

“Right now you look colder than me.”

That was true. He was cold. That dragon form ate through his – well Ciri’s- magic like a pack of starving witchers. He wasn’t sure that he felt colder than he did before but it certainly seemed like it.

“How much further to the damn lake?”

“She’s getting close.”

Ciri was ahead of them. Well out of hearing range for him and probably her but not Lambert. He suspected at least. But he could still hear the melody of her song. Cautious. Eager. Excited.

The snow crunched under their feet and he finally thought of a conversation. “I haven’t actually met that many other witchers.” Lambert snorted. “Is your friend from a different school or did they just not want to come back for winter?”

Lambert stopped and growled at him. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

He took a step back. Lambert took a step forward.

“The night you arrived? When you almost skinned me? You remember that right?”

He’d been camped outside Ciri’s door. She was having nightmares. He could hear it in her song. But they said he was being overprotective- Overbearing even- going to her every time she had a nightmare. So he was camped outside her door. Her white wolf ready to wake her if they became intense enough she’d bring the keep down around them.

Then Lambert had arrived.

Covered in snow from the dangerous trek up the path and exhausted and swinging.

“The fuck did a wolf get in here!”

He shifted out of the way of the blade at the last moment before jumping into human. “Geralt’s bard! I’m Geralt’s bard! Please don’t kill me!”

His stance eased but he didn’t put the sword away.

“That’s not Geralt’s room.”

“No- no you’re right. That’s Ciri’s room. His- Geralt’s child of surprise.”

“Oh I bet Eskel loved that.” He slowly eased the sword back into its sheath. “And you’re sleeping outside it because?” He didn’t let go of the blade.

“She has nightmares.” And he didn’t want her to bring the keep down around them if they got out of hand. “Why would Eskel have a problem with it?”

“That’s weird. None of your fucking business shifter.” He stalked off. The scent of him still tickling at his nose.

A smell that had changed the next time he’d smelled Lambert.

“You smelled different. Like another Witcher. Which I thought was just you but you don’t smell like that normally and not for nothing but you witchers all have a rather distinctive smell.” Like death and destiny. Heartache and heroics. Also onion. It was rather distinctive. “So I didn’t think your friend was human.”

Lambert shoved him into a tree. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

He blinked. “Alright then?”

“Don’t fucking mention him again shifter. Got it?”

“So it’s a him!” He chirped. “Promise not to mention him ever again!”

Lambert shoved him. Turned sharply and stalked off.

“So he’s not a wolf witcher then?”

“What did I just fucking say.”

“How’d you met? Was it on a hunt? Do you work together? They say two can live as cheaply as one which I haven’t found to be entirely true but that might just be since Geralt can’t live off bird seed so.”

A knife was pressed to his throat. “Don’t. Fucking. Mention him again.”

“Alright. I just thought you might want to talk about your friend.”

“I don’t.”

“I’d just be very sad if I couldn’t talk about Geralt all winter. So I thought-“

“You thought wrong.”

“Okay.” Lambert eased off and with one more glare hurried toward the lake.

He followed quick at his heels. Lambert shoved his hands deeper into his pockets.

“His name’s Aiden.”

“A lovely name.”

“Fuck off.”

“Lambert the lake’s frozen!” She called out when they arrived. “I thought we were fishing!”

“We are.” He passed her a bomb and lit it. “Better throw that quick.”

She did and he pulled her behind him as Lambert shielded them with quen when the ice shattered.

“Well that’s certainly quicker than drilling a hole.”

He grinned. “I think so.”

They huddled next to the hole. Lambert directing Ciri how to set the bait.

He stared at the water. His skin itched.

He dove in.

Above he heard them yelling mutedly. He swan through the water. A fish darted past him.

He chased it.

Chased it up and up and up and-

Right past the hole.

He popped his head out. Chirping his annoyance.

They stared at him blankly. He grabbed the net and pulled it into the water. Lambert grabbed the handle before it slipped under, cursing his confusion.

He dipped back under. Chasing a fish right into the net.

After a few attempts of course.

“That works.” Lambert said pulling the squirming fish out of the water.

He chirped his approval and caught them a few more.

Then he got bored.

He dredged the bottom of the pond, carefully avoiding the sharps that occasionally lined the muck.

And then he found it.

The perfect stone.

He pulled it from the muck. Speared his way from the depths. Scampered onto the shore.

Held it up for their inspection as he chittered its praise to them. Explaining exactly what made this stone perfect.

It’s the smoothness you see. And the color. The color and the shape and the size. Yes see this is the perfect stone. You must agree. I mean. Look at it!

They both stared at him. Heads cocked.

“Do. You want us to throw it?” Lambert asked. Face scrunched in uncertainty. “Geralt mentioned throwing sticks. Is that like this?”

He held it closer to his chest. NO. HOW DARE YOU EVEN SUGGEST SUCH A THING. THROW MY PERFECT STONE! HOW DARE YOU!

He raised his hands in surrender.

“It’s? Very nice?” Ciri suggested.

He nodded. Turned it over in his paws. It was very nice. The shape the color the-

A small patch had dried and it was. Rather less impressive.

He set it down and dove back in.

This next one. This one was actually perfect. Yes. This one was.

But the shape was.

He dove back in.

Again.

Ag- “Jaskier we should head back soon.”

Her hand stopped him from jumping back in. He looked up at her. Her cloak had a light dusting of snow. When had it started snowing?

Couldn’t let the pup get cold. He stepped away and shook dry as Lambert readied their haul for transport.

“Are you going to carry all those back?” He asked, motioning to the. Well rather sizeable pile of stones.

He shifted. Pulling the cloak tighter around him as the leftover moisture froze against his skin. “No I suppose not. Sometimes my instincts just get the better of me.”

“Otters collect rocks?” Lambert cast the stones a disparaging look.

“No. Its. It’s about finding the perfect clam breaking stone. Not. Not that I have any real idea what that would look like.”

His teeth were starting to chatter. Probably not a good idea to stay in this form much longer.

“You’re just trying to find the perfect stone?”

“More or less.” He agreed with her.

“Why?”

He shrugged. “Felt,” Feels. He internally corrected. “Important.”

She frowned before digging through the pile herself. Selecting one.

“Here!” She dropped it in his hand. “The perfect stone!”

He looked at it. The small oblong shape of it. The mottle in its color. The way it fit in his hand.

“You’re right. It’s perfect.”

He paced the length of Geralt’s room. Flipping the stone in his hand. Waiting.

He didn’t know why he was waiting. He’d taken Ciri to bed. Left the witchers to their family time. Because he was tired after nearly freezing on the trip back from the lake.

Yennefer had agreed to come. She’d be here soon.

The thought didn’t fill him with dread.

He paced the length of the room. Flipping the stone in his hand. Waiting.

He really wasn’t quite sure what he was doing. What he planned on accomplishing. What instinct he was feeding.

He went over to the mirror. Pulled off the cap.

It was filling out quicker than he’d expected. It still wasn’t good. But the sheered sections seemed to have grown quicker while Ciri’s magic had warmed his chest.

His ears were cold though so he put it back on. Adjusted it until it looked perfect.

And then after too long had to give up and settle for nice.

He paced the length of their room. Flipping the stone in his hand. Waiting.

The fire was lit. The bed was made. He straightened the pillows anyway. Then he felt very silly because he’d never much cared for made beds. Preferred them ruffled and nested and smelling like them.

Which this bed did. Unlike all the beds at the inns. This one was theirs. Smelled like theirs. When he was in a form that could actually distinguish such things anyway.

The perfect stone. He didn’t know why that was so important. Why he’d scoured the lake looking for one. Why even hours later that instinct still rooted itself so firmly in his mind.

Yennefer was coming. He really didn’t think it would be a problem.

But his mate had loved her once. Or. Or something. She’d been something to him once.

Which was fine. She’d been something to him too. He didn’t know what she was now.

She probably didn’t either.

He looked at the perfectly made bed and hated it. Jumped on it. Shoving pillows and blankets and furs every which way.

“Jaskier?” He shoved the blankets around. It wasn’t right. Something about it wasn’t right. “Jaskier.”

He looked up to Geralt’s face. Grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bed.

That was better.

He rearranged the bed.

“One of my instincts is going haywire and I don’t know why. Just. Indulged me?”

Geralt took a pillow and laid down on his side. Watching him. “Lambert said you pulled up half the lake today.”

“It felt important.” He readjusted one of the blankets. Fixing a wrinkle he didn’t like.

“Is this an otter thing?”

“I don’t know!” He threw up his hands. “I’m not an otter and I’m not a dragon and I’m not a wolf and I’m not human and I don’t know how to be any of them!” He yanked on the awful cap with both hands. Stone still pressed into his palm.

“A Jaskier thing then.” He didn’t turn around to look at him. Still kneeling in the bed. “What’s upsetting you?”

He looked at the bed. Felt the stone in his palm. “This beds just ours right?” He let go of the cap. Rolling the stone in his fingers. “Even when Yennefer arrives?” The words started and they didn’t stop. “Because you agreed to be mates and I know you didn’t really know what you were agreeing to just like how you didn’t know what you agreed to when you bonded with me and I’d really like to know before Yennefer arrives if I’m going to need a different room because I can’t. Griffins mate for life and I can’t. I can’t-“

Geralt pulled him down into his arms. “This bed is just ours. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“I’m nervous about Yennefer too.”

“You should be.”

“Hm.”

He turned the stone in his hands. Turned over in the bed so he was facing Geralt.

“Got you something.” Geralt hm’d his interest. “The perfect stone.” He said opening his palm for Geralt’s inspection.

“The perfect clam cracking stone?”

“I don’t actually know what that would look like. I’m not a very good otter.”

“It’s very nice Jaskier.”

“I found a bunch of stones and then Ciri picked this one out. So it’s perfect.”

“Mmhmm.”

“Do you want it?”

His face twitched. “It’s your stone.”

He looked at it. His gut was twisting anxiously for some reason. “Do you want it?”

“Jaskier what are you really asking?” Geralt was studying him. He wasn’t sure either. “Is. Is this how otters propose?”

“I don’t know. I’m not really an otter.” He looked at it. Turned it in his hand. “If it was would you take it?”

Geralt took his hand and guided it, guided the stone to his lips. “Yes. I would.”

“Oh.” He watched Geralt press his lips to the stone. His breath warm on his hand. “Do I need to ask Vesemir before?”

“Why would you need to ask Vesemir?” His face curling in amusement.

“For his permission to marry you? And I suppose I’d need to ask Ciri too. It’s only fair.”

Geralt leaned forward and kissed his brow. “You can ask them in the morning. Why don’t you ask me now?”

He bit his lip. “Well maybe you need to ask. I’m the viscount. Maybe I need to be properly courted.”

“You’re a viscount?”

“Well I was. At one point.”

“Do I need to court you?”

“I suppose that depends.”

“On what?”

“Your answer.”

Geralt smiled. “Maybe you should ask the question.”

“Geralt?”

“Hm?”

“Will you marry me?”

He took the stone between his fingers. “Gladly.”

#shapeshifter au #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #shapeshifter!Jaskier #and with that our story concludes #hope no one minds me throwing in some Aiden &Lambert #One day i'll write a fic for them. One day i will #I hope you had fun #love yall #writing

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kaidans-alenko · 3 years ago

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💘💌 for you shepaaaards!

What do they love most about their partner(s)? What do their partner(s) love most about them?

Lily loves his sense of humor, she thought he was boring at first, too by the book and took things to seriously hence the nickname but to her surprise he's just as snarky as she is and he plays along with her bits better than anyone else she knows.

Kaidan loves her cooking, they trade off when it comes to meals of course(mainly dinner) but he's better with the grill than anything else and Lily is of the belief none of the men in her life can cook because of Aiden so she tends to take over.

Rose loves how sappily romantic he is, she hides it well because she's a soldier, she's not supposed to be into those things but she likes receiving flowers out of nowhere and celebrating silly card holidays like valentines day(her and Kaidan get into an argument every year because that's his birthday so she wants to celebrate that but he doesn't particularly care and would rather celebrate valentines day, he always wins because he pulls the 'well because it is my birthday I want to spend it with you' card so she concedes defeat)

Kaidan loves how family oriented she is because he is too, it's one of the many things they have in common.

Daisy loves how honest he is, he's not as blunt with her as he can be with other people but she's never had to worry that he's lying to her about anything.

Kaidan loves her optimism, he isn't outwardly pessimistic, he has moments like everyone else but he's good(?) at internalizing it and Daisy can pretty easily tell when something is bothering him so she helps him put a more positive spin on it

Azalea loves how safe he makes her feel, not many people have made her feel that way and even though they've had their bumps he's the one person she's ever felt comfortable enough to be herself

Kaidan loves her voice, as a kid when she was stressed or something was bothering her she'd sing to herself almost like a lullaby and it would always be songs from the musicals she'd go see with his family. He pretended not to listen at first but after he got his implant she'd sing to him if he had a bad migraine when they were together. Still does even as an adult.

Write a love letter from your OC to their partner(s). BONUS: write a reply!

I'm gonna do this one from Azalea, she kept a diary after he left of all the things she wanted to tell him if they ever met again or things she had wished she had said to him. After the war when they finally settle down together she gives it to him :''')

Dear Kai,

Or should I just call you Kaidan now? Are we even on a nickname bases anymore?

I still don't why you stopped talking to me but I guess it doesn't matter, I dreamt about you last night. Again.

I've accepted the fact you aren't coming back anymore so I don't know why those dreams keep happening. Maybe a small part of me is still holding out hope you'll return, that I'll be able to stop writing in this stupid notebook and finally tell you everything I've written down face to face.

I won't but it's a nice thought.

I miss you.

If you ever did by some miracle show your face to me again I wouldn't even want an explanation or an apology, you being back is enough but that's never going to happen and I'm sure I'll come to accept that one day.

But for the moment I'm heart broken because even though I never said it, I loved you.

I hadn't really expected to tell you just yet, at first I thought I was just mistaking this feeling for something else but seeing how you're actually gone now I've come to realize that's what it actually was.

I wish I had said something, maybe it wouldn't have changed things or worked out how I wanted but at least you'd know. Now, I'll never have the chance.

One day you'll forget me I'm sure and I wonder if the same will be true for me, I thought we'd be be friends forever, like you promised like those stupid bracelets I made were supposed to symbolize.

I still wear mine, it's just a bunch of cheap plastic string but it's cheap plastic string I gave to the only person who ever made me feel special or like I was wanted.

Now you're gone and I have to wonder how much you actually ever wanted me around? Did you find me annoying and were just playing along because I must say you're one hell of an actor if so.

Anyway....goodbye I guess, you didn't let me say it in person so I have to say it here. I hope you're doing well, I'm mad but I don't hate you...as much as I wish I did. It'd just be easier you know?

Love, Lea <3

#i made myself cry #alright...#f!shenko #kaidan alenko #lilyshep #rose shepard #daisy shepard #azalea shepard

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calumance · 4 years ago

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omg maybe could you write aiden be a protective big bro to logan and his sister as they get older? idk what the age gaps are but if they’re in high school together or aidens picking them up from middle school while cal and reader pick up the youngest from preschool and aiden sees logan getting picked on kinda like how was kinda picked on in preschool and aiden comes to the rescue and doesn’t tell the parents until they find out from logan and it’s so fluff 😭😭😭😭😭

Oh my gosh I got so excited to write this in Aiden’s perspective. I got so excited to establish Aiden’s personality as an adult. Oh goodness, I hope you enjoy this as much as I do!! 🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️❤️

The final bell rang and Aiden closed his notebook before sliding it into his backpack. Today was the day they got out of school early, which meant it was the day he had to pick up his younger siblings. It was the agreement he had with his parents after he got his license and bought a car with the money he had saved up from birthdays and the part time job he works on the weekends. As Aiden walked out of the school, he checked his phone to see if either one of his parents had texted him. There was one from his dad, “Hey, I’m stuck in the studio late tonight, will you help your mom get dinner on the table and help get your siblings to bed on time? Thanks, son, love you.” Aiden sighed and dropped his phone back into his pocket as he grabbed his car keys out of the other pocket.

When he got to Bailey’s school, he parked and made his way inside. Calum always taught him to go inside when picking up his siblings from school so they would see him right away, it lowered the chance of them getting lost or taken. When Aiden was younger, he thought it was silly, but as he got older and saw the news, he knew that it was completely rational. Bailey was ten years younger than him, which made people always look at him as if he were way too young to have a child. Which, he was, but he wasn’t too young to love his baby sister unconditionally. Aiden shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at the door to the classroom, ignoring all of the questioning looks from the parents around him.

The school bell rang and he stood up straight, craning his neck looking for his sister. Bailey came running out, her backpack bouncing against her back. Aiden smiled as he opened his arms and allowed Bailey to crash into his chest. “Denny!” Bailey exclaimed as Aiden wrapped his arms around her. As close as Aiden and Logan were, Aiden was always going to have a soft spot for his little sister. Aiden let go of her and gripped her hand. Bailey walked next to him, a bit more of a pep in her step. “My favorite days are Thursdays because that’s the day you pick me up from school.” Bailey said quite openly.

Aiden’s eyebrows stitched together as he looked down at her. “What about the days that mom and dad pick you up, don’t you like those days too?” Calum picks Bailey up on Monday’s and Wednesday’s, their mom picks her up on Tuesday’s and together they pick her up on Fridays. It was a schedule they kept to religiously, and have since Aiden was old enough to drive.

Bailey shrugged and looked up at Aiden, “I mean, I guess I like Friday’s, too, because that’s when mommy and daddy pick me up, but I like Thursday’s because you always take me for ice cream.” Bailey’s eyes grew wide and she pulled on Aiden’s hand to stop him from walking, “Are we still getting ice cream?”

Aiden laughed and ran his free hand down the back of Bailey’s hair, “Of course we are, it wouldn’t be Thursday if we didn’t.” Bailey smiled from ear to ear before squeezing Aiden’s hand and pulling him towards the car.

When they got to Logan’s school, they both hopped out of the car and finished their ice cream. Aiden walked the few steps away from the car and tossed everything in the trash can. Together, they leaned against the car and waited for the last bell to ring. When the bell finally rang, it took a few minutes for kids to start pouring out of the doorway. Aiden kept his eyes on all of the kids until he finally saw Logan. Logan’s hands were gipping the straps of his backpack so tightly that his knuckles were white. His face showed absolute irritation, and that’s when Aiden noticed the group of kids around him getting in his face and laughing and pushing him. “Bay, get in the car.” Aiden helped Bailey into the back seat and then shut the door.

Aiden’s blood was boiling. No one was allowed to pick on his little brother, except for him, of course. Aiden was ready to kick some twelve year old ass, but by the time he turned around, the group of kids had parted and Logan was only a few steps away from the car. Aiden crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Logan. Logan rolled his eyes and dropped his arms to his side, “You look just like dad when you do that.”

“What to tell me what that was all about?” Aiden could feel the anger boiling over the side. Aiden was eighteen now, he could confront those kids as an adult and probably get them off Logan’s back. Logan shook his head and walked around the front of Aiden’s car to get into the passenger seat.

The radio was loud enough that Bailey was singing in the back seat, but quiet enough that Logan and Aiden could talk to each other. “Don’t tell mom and dad,” Logan said still looking out the window. “They’ll freak out and I just want to get through middle school without being teased anymore.” Logan looked away from the window and down at his hands.

Aiden glanced over at Logan and raised an eyebrow. “So, you are being teased. What are they teasing you about? I swear to god, Logan, I will kick some kids ass, no one picks on my little brother besides me.” Aiden readjusted his grip on the steering wheel, realizing he had some sort of angry death grip on the thing.

Logan smirked, never realizing how much his big brother cared for him. “They tease me about the fact that I get good grades.” Hearing that, Aiden wanted to slam his foot down on the break and turn around to set some shit straight. Who the fuck cares if a kid gets good grades, why is that such a bad thing? Just as Aiden was about to start screaming, they turned down the street that lead to the house. Instead, Aiden agreed to keep it to himself.

Following his dad’s instructions, he helped his mom get dinner on the table, and then helped get Logan and Bailey get to bed. By the time he was done getting his siblings to sleep, his mom was out cold in her bed. Aiden pulled the comforter up and over her shoulders and then kissed the side of her head. It was something that Aiden had watched Calum do almost every single night for the past eighteen years. Aiden sat at the table and pulled his homework out and continued to work on it from where he left off after dinner.

Soon, the front door opened and Calum walked through. Aiden stood up and met his dad at the door. Calum smiled at him and threw his car keys into the bowl by the door, “Hey, how was your day?” He asked shoving his hands into his pockets.

Aiden nodded, “It was good, everyone is asleep. Dad, can we talk about something?” Aiden rocked back and forth on his feet, shoving his hands into his pockets. Calum pulled his eyebrows together in confusion and concern and nodded towards Aiden. They walked into the living room and sat next to each other on the couch. Aiden clasped his hands together and bounced his leg nervously. “When I was picking Logan up from school, I saw that he was getting picked on. My blood just absolutely boiled, I was ready to kick some ass,” He paused feeling his hands starting to tremble. “He told me he’s getting picked on because he gets good grades. Who the,” Aiden looked up at Calum who raised his eyebrows, “Heck picks on someone for being good at school?” Aiden paused and looked at his hands again. “I promised him I wouldn’t tell you, but I just don’t know how to go about it without knocking some twelve year old butts on the ground.”

Calum laughed and threw an arm around Aiden’s shoulder. “You handle it by being an older brother. You walk up to them, and tell them how it is. Puff your chest up a bit and tell them that maybe if they spent less time picking on kids who are good at school, then maybe they’d be good at school too.” Aiden laughed and nodded, lowering his head again. Calum looked at his son and smiled. “You’re a good kid, Aiden, and an even better older brother. Those two are lucky to have you, and so are me and your mom.”

Aiden smiled and looked at his dad, “Thank you, I’m going to go to bed.” Calum ruffled Aiden’s hair and watched as Aiden walked down the hall to his bedroom. Calum really was lucky to have Aiden as his kid.

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stinkypeanutbutter · 6 months ago

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ra ra ra rating SBG ships out of sheer unknown impulse

if that makes sense

ANYWAY !!!! FIRST UP :

Aidlyn : 9 . 5 / 10 just cause

sigh . . Guys . . I hate them . I’m kidding but not really . I love them so much I hate them 😿😿 yes yes I know they are overrated and stinky but I LIVE THEM !!!! Plus , I made way too much fanart of them to just be like “ lame , 3 / 10 “ 😹😹😹 ( they SUCKK !!!!! ) love their dynamic ,

Taylyn : 7 . 6 / 10

being honest , they aight . LISTEN !! They just aren’t my favorite . But they are very cutie patootie so they get like uhmsmm yea I could totally see it still . They have their moments , so I do like them quite a bit . :3

Tyden : 9 / 10

I looovooeee them they are so silly so pookie best so shriveled almonds don’t ask anyway I love them . Their dynamic is so silly the bickering is so osisozozojdhsva anyway they would be good together , they have that vibe to eachother and it fits really well

Ashgan ( is that how it is ?? Idk it has Logan and ashlyn ) : 3 / 10

Mmmm nah . Nope . I don’t mean that in a “ this SUXKS I HOPE IT BURNS !!! “ way , more like aaaaa “ It’s notttt it . “ way . I seen them more as siblings lowkey like listen guys they are such big bro little sis vibes you hear me ??? Pslspls

Benlor : 7 . 7 / 10

Also not a favorite ngl . It’s cute , but idk there’s just something there that makes it hard to see but also see st the same time if you get it . Hopefully y’all understand my writing and don’t feel annoyed by it woosys. Anyway , they are cute , but I don’t ship it as much as the others . Maybe it’s cause I just hate drawing ben 😹😹☝️☝️

Tygan : 6 / 10

i like it , it’s silly , I can mayyybeee see it but I don’t like it as much as others may . I need more interacting between them yk ? I ship based on reason like their interactions how they feel about eachother what they done yada yada , and I just might ship them more if they did silly things together more often , and it’s the way their personalities are in some waysysyss . No hate , they cute 🫶😇

yhhh what’s next uhmsm Benlyn : 3 . 5 / 10

can’t see it personally , they don’t interact as much and we might see it more in the future ofc but rn I’m kinda dead on them . They have potential I’ll give them that but they aren’t it for me . ☝️ Plus I see them more like cousins who see eachother once every 5 months or just on thanksgiving yet they hit it off pretty quickly . ( I don’t see them as actual cousins , that’s just rhe dynamic they give me ) :3

Aidgan :

idk how half of these ship names but ushmmm nah not that much . Maybe it’s just Cause Aiden’s and Logan’s personality difference issss . . Different . Can I say that ? Idk it’s just kinda hard to see between them and I see them more as buddies who team together every science project becahse one of them is better at one thing then the other . Also , team cause friendhsip is magic . 🦶💥

Taylog : 7 . 5 / 10

Seriously I couldn’t tell what it was and I thought “ taygan “ but NO MORE it’s taylog now like eggnog or something anyway they are pretty cute I’d say , I can see it but also not really but also quite a bit if you get me . They are very silly together , I like their dynamic throughout sbg and they would be a good pair in some way or another , would maybe ship :3

Ashler : 7 . 4 / 10

Mmmmmm silly , it’s cute , they bicker , I like the bickering . Buttttt I don’t ship it that much . Usually I say that and give it a high rating just why not , its cute just not for me . As everyone else , they certainly changed a lot throughout the comic and their dynamic became more clear and also potential showed . Soosooo

guys idk what other ships there are pleas whlep me I’ll rate polyships next time give me names I can’t think of anymore pslsplspslpsls

#My little pony I always wondered what friendship could be my little pony till you all shared its magic with me adventure tons of fun besutdi #Ignore that .#Guys don’t hate me over this plspslsosl #Love y’all and your silly ships #No proships 👎👎#Debating on changing taylyns but yk idk yet #They are all so cutie patooties relationship or friendhsip wise #The friend group ever am I right ??? 😹😹#I really really really want stuffed crust pizza but I’m trying to loose weight GOSH WHY IS THIS SO HARD !!!#I’m 98 pounds or something that’s unacceptable by my standards #Ignore thay #I rrallylyl wbat oizza but I have no money #Isn’t my soelling so supertastictubular #It is right ?? Say yes #school bus graveyard #What did I want to say #i forgor 💀#sbg #sbg (webtoon)#school bus graveyard webtoon #anyways #ships #SBG ships

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artificialqueens · 4 years ago

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Galactica, Chapter 47 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Last Chapter: Violet bombed her design pitch, and Adore and Pearl broke up.

This Chapter: Violet gets a lovely surprise, Aiden gets angrier, and Courtney comforts a friend.

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“So,” Fame looked over at Raja, leaning back on the green velvet couch. “What do we think?”

Ivy had come by with lunch, two salad containers now sitting half empty on the table. They had received printouts from Ivy with the original couture sketches, whatever samples the designers had handed them, and polaroids of the garments as they looked today.

“About the couture looks?” Raja smiled. They were talking about the Spring collection, but Raja was also finalizing the dresses and roles for Monday’s holiday collection showroom show.

“Mmh,” Fame nodded, fiddling with her thumb, the edge of her manicure looking like it was cracking.

“Who do we want this on?” Raja held up one of Kiara’s holiday designs, the dress a lovely red. “I’m thinking blonde?”

“Good call.” Fame smiled, that particular dress without a doubt ending up in Chad Michaels’ closet. It always got Fame in the best of moods to watch Raja work, her friend at her very best when she was pulling final styles together, her eye for the entire picture unmatched.

“We still need a holiday dress for Raven,” Raja smiled, holding up her fiance's headshot. “Opening or close?”

“Who says she’s getting either?” Fame teased, a laugh leaving her when Raja shot her a look. “I want her closing. She does that very well. Makes everyone feel like spending money.”

“Mmh,” Raja smirked, a proud expression on her face, putting Raven with one of the prettiest dresses in the bunch. It was weirdly romantic how Raja always looked out for Raven, though Fame was sure she’d deny it if she was ever confronted directly.

“Okay,” Raja sat back on the couch, putting her elbow on the back, golden bracelets clacking on her wrist as she rested her head on her hand. “What’s the verdict for couture?”

“Hmm,” Fame chewed her lip, flicking through the folder on her lap. “I think Alexis should open. This sky-inspired piece of hers,” Fame pulled the sketch out, “is lovely.”

“I agree.” Raja nodded. “And closing?”

There were several to choose from, but if Fame was being honest, there was only one that made sense for her.

“What about Violet’s?”

“Violet’s?” Raja sounded genuinely surprised, her eyes widening. “I thought you hated it?”

“What? Why?”

“Because you cut her off?”

“Raj, please,” Fame rolled her eyes. “She was talking my ear off, explaining all these incredibly unnecessary details when her work clearly spoke for itself. It’s very unbecoming to need that much reassurance of a job well done.” Fame pulled Violet’s dress from the folder, the flared sleeve and horizontal beads exactly what Fame wanted.

“Aha.”

“Good.” Fame put it down on the table, not noticing the small smile on Raja’s lips. “We’ll email everyone, and start looking for our exclusive models if we need anyone from overseas-” Fame paused. “Hold on. I have to call Courtney. This manicure is driving me absolutely crazy.”

***

It was always a rare relief when Fame decided to go into Raja’s office for a meeting rather than the other way around, and today was one of those lovely days, Ivy taking care of everything they needed and urging her to go take a real lunch break while she had the chance, that she’d call her back if necessary.

Which for Courtney meant a visit to her favorite department at Galactica: makeup. It was incredible how just walking into their suite made her whole body relax, the bright and sunny creative energy something she absolutely craved. Even the way people dressed was better down here: bright colors and fun patterns and hair every color in the rainbow. Alaska gave her a warm welcome as always, inviting her to sit down and eat with them, even sharing some of the Chinese food they’d ordered, which was a very nice addition to Courtney’s own sad little garden salad.

“You know,” Kim said, wiping her mouth with a napkin as she took in Courtney’s face, eyes squinted as if imagining the way the colors would look, “the Spring Rain palette would look amazing on you.”

“Omigod, it so would! Let’s try it out!” cried Amy, clapping her hands. Amy was the department’s coordinator, and Courtney hadn’t spoken to her much, but based on her electric-blue pigtails and ruffly Lolita dress, she knew she liked her.

“Whaddaya say, Court? Wanna be a canvas for a bit?” Alaska asked.

“Sure!”

Soon, Courtney was sitting in a director’s chair as Kim and Amy went to town on her face.

“Are your eyes green or blue?” Kim asked, tilting her chin this way and that in the bright light.

“Green. But I think in some lights they look blue.”

“Yeah, this cerulean is really picking that up.”

“Try adding a bit of the peacock,” Amy suggested.

“Yes! Good call!” Kim said, picking up the palette again.

Courtney closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of brushes being swiped against her skin, Kim’s movements both precise and certain. It was awhile before Courtney felt any urge to speak again, asking a question that had been on her mind for awhile.

“Um...do you guys know Bianca Del Rio?”

“No, I wish!” Kim chuckled. “She’s such a badass.”

“We have mutual friends. Why?” Alaska smiled curiously, and Courtney suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.

“Well...I don’t know, I was just wondering what you think of her.”

“She’s everything I want to be when I grow up,” Amy piped up, swatching a few lip colors on Courtney’s arm. “She’s supposedly a real ball-buster, but my friend at Marie-Claire says she’s a decent boss. At least, people like working for her.”

“That’s cool,” Courtney said, biting her lip, cheeks growing hot under the lights as she worked up the nerve to ask what she really wanted to know. “What about, um...her...dating history. She’s gone out with a lot of girls, huh?”

“Yeah...she has,” Alaska replied slowly, exchanging a look with Kim as Amy stepped up to apply the chosen lipstick.

Kim waved a pair of lashes in the air, waiting for the glue to become tacky.

“The thing about Bianca is…” Alaska paused, seemed unsure of whether she should continue, before saying, “She’s not really into relationships. She just doesn’t ever seem to want more than flings. I mean, we’ve crossed paths dozens of times over the years, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen her with the same girl twice.”

“Oh.” Courtney nodded, settling back while Kim applied her lashes, wondering why her heart was pounding so fast.

“But that said, I mean...she does seem to treat people pretty well. You certainly never see girls crying about her in the tabloids, which I think says a lot, considering her...volume.”

“It helps that she’s apparently god-level in bed,” Amy giggled.

“Don’t trust the rumors,” Alaska warned.

“Well, I’ve heard it from someone first-hand, so…” Amy trailed off, giving a suggestive wink before reaching forward to finish the look with a delicate, shell-pink lip gloss, as Courtney tried her best not to squirm in her seat.

“Umm...anyway…” Alaska began awkwardly, when loud buzzing from the table interrupted. “Oh, Court, it’s Fame.”

Alaska handed her the phone, the usual seizing of Courtney’s stomach whenever her boss called telling her that the fun was over.

“Hello?”

“Courtney. I’m done with Raja, and my thumbnail is chipped.”

“Ye-”

Fame hung up before Courtney could respond, leaving her slightly puzzled.

“Thanks guys, this was super fun,” she said, sliding off the chair and grabbing her handbag, knowing she’d be expected to send a memo to design right away, along with apparently finding a manicurist to come to the office? Maybe?

“Wait!” Kim cried, holding up a lighted mirror for her to see the whole look.

“Wow.”

It was certainly a lot more colorful and dramatic than the makeup Courtney normally wore, and for a split second, she let herself imagine that she was backstage getting ready to perform, or on the set of some glamorous photo shoot, before pushing those silly fantasies down and giving Kim a grateful smile.

“Thanks, really, you guys are awesome,” Courtney said, internally lamenting the fact that she had to leave this colorful and fun office to go back to the stark white institutional tension upstairs.

***

From: Courtney A. Jenek To: (undisclosed)

Subject: Spring Runway Selection

MEMO TO GALACTICA DESIGN AND TAILORING DEPARTMENTS

FROM THE OFFICE OF MISS FAME

Please find attached the selected looks for the opening and closing of the Spring runway show, along with the alternates that we are keeping in the show, placement TBD.

Additionally, make sure to note the following upcoming deadlines in relation to the Spring couture collection:

December 5, 7 pm - submission for the rest of the Spring couture runway looks

December 11, 7 pm - final revised Spring couture submissions

December 12 - Selection of final couture looks/alternates

December 14 - Individual designer meetings with tailoring dept

December 18, 11 am - First fitting

January 11, 11 am - Second fitting

***

“Oh...“ Violet couldn’t believe it.

She had clicked on the placement, hoping that her dress would be in there somewhere, Trixie’s promise that nothing would get scrapped completely not enough to reassure her, but there it was, in black and white.

Her first couture look for Galactica was closing the fucking Spring show.

“Holy shit-” Violet whispered, the information not sinking in at all.

She had been chosen, she had done well, she was making the company proud.

Violet was just about to panic, everything so overwhelming, when a second email ticked in.

From: Courtney A. Jenek To: Violet Chachki

Subject: Fwd: Spring Runway Selection

OMG ALKDJALSKDJALDJ IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!!11 AKFJSALKFJASLKFJALFSD CONGRATS!!!!!!!111

Violet snorted, Courtney’s excitement radiating through the screen, that message somehow making it real.

From: Violet Chachki To: Courtney A. Jenek Subject: Re: Fwd: Spring Runway Selection

Thanks

***

Aiden closed the door to Trixie’s office firmly behind him, using all the strength in his body not to slam it with full force. He briefly imagined how good it would feel, to be able to make the walls vibrate with all of the rage he felt inside. Instead, he swallowed down all the bitterness and headed to his desk.

It had been an awful meeting, Trixie pulling his typical nice guy act to say that he was “concerned” about Aiden’s “attitude” and wanted to make sure that he was gonna be the right fit for the Galactica team long-term. That he wanted to see more collaboration with the other designers, and as a learning experience, he should be prepared on Monday to assist backstage for the Holiday collection show.

Assist.

Aiden was a designer, not a fucking tailor, not a fucking assistant, and this was going to be a new low. Not to mention that he was already in a foul mood, having seen the selection for the opening and closing Spring runway looks. That new little brat, the baby with no experience, not like Aiden, had been chosen to close the show.

He sat at his chair for almost a minute, saying nothing, just breathing deeply. Before Kiara asked, “Everything alright, dude?”

“Oh yeah. Everything is fucking great!” Aiden snapped, not bothering to stay and take in the stricken look on her face before getting up and marching to the restrooms, where he could at least lock himself in a stall and get a tiny minute of peace and quiet.

***

“Omigod, I’m so happy to see you!” Adore exclaimed, pulling Courtney inside her apartment, over to the sofa. “I stole a bunch of alcohol from Bianca before I left, so I’m well stocked! What do you want?”

“Gin and tonic?” Courtney asked, taking off her coat and settling down against the plush velvety purple fabric of Adore’s sofa.

“Coming right up, ma’am!” Adore exclaimed, walking over to the open kitchen to pour Courtney’s drink.

“So, you seem...how are you?” Courtney ventured, knowing that Adore was probably still in a fragile state, but not wanting to destroy what seemed like a decent mood.

“Well you know… It’s been shit. But I stayed with B all week and she’s like, kinda the best in this situation. She didn’t even gloat over being right.”

“Aww, that’s sweet. I’m glad she took care of you.”

Adore set Courtney’s glass down.

“Yeah, it was nice.”

There was a firm knock on the door, and Adore jumped up again, running to answer.

“Pizza’s here!”

“Pizza?”

“Yeah, I ordered ahead because I knew you’d be working late and you probably haven’t had a real meal all--thank you!” She closed the door, carrying the boxes and a bag over to the coffee table and setting it down with a smile.

It was such a sweet gesture, and Courtney was truly starving, so she almost felt bad reminding Adore, “Um...I’m still doing that vegan thing, remember?”

“Oh shit. I’m so sorry, I totally forgot, I-” Adore bit her lip, looking more distraught than was probably necessary, given the circumstances.

“It’s okay, I’ll just pull off the cheese, don’t worry!” Courtney reassured her.

“But you’ve told me like a billion times and I keep forgetting and I’m just the worst friend ever,” Adore sniffled. “I’m so sorry.”

“Baby, it’s okay, really.” Courtney crawled over to Adore, hugging her tightly.

“It’s not. I got you a kale caesar salad too because I know you used to like those but that’s not vegan either. God, what is wrong with my stupid brain?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all. You’re human, you make mistakes. It was still so nice of you to get all this.” Courtney pressed a kiss to her temple. “And you know what? I’ve been so strict for a few weeks, I think it’s okay to have one cheat day.”

“Are you sure? We can order Chinese or Thai if you want, or there’s-”

“I’m sure. I came here to try and cheer you up. Not to make you feel guilty.” Courtney snuggled against her, head on her shoulder.

“Okay. We can postmates some vegan gelato for dessert.”

“Perfect.”

Adore sighed, leaning her head against Courtney’s for a moment before sitting up and opening the food. Courtney accepted the plate from her, pulling the cheese off her pizza and shaking up the caesar salad - she decided that she could handle the dressing if she omitted the little container of parmesan.

They ate in silence for a few moments before Courtney looked up at Adore and asked, “Do you want my cheese?”

Adore’s eyes widened, looking down at her plate.

“Yes!”

She took it with such enthusiasm that it made Courtney laugh.

“Was this the plan all along?”

“I wish. I’m not that smart,” Adore told her.

“Yeah you are. You’re very smart. You’re the best.”

Adore held her gaze for a few moments, eyes welling up before the tears spilled down her cheeks. She covered her face, and Courtney shoved the plates aside, laying Adore’s head down in her lap.

Courtney stroked her hair for awhile, letting her cry, not saying anything, tears soaking into her skirt and tights. When her sniffling finally subsided, she asked, “So on a scale of 1 to 10...how much do we hate her?”

Adore rubbed her red, swollen eyes. “That’s the hardest part. I don’t really hate her at all. I mean, I asked her to be honest with me, and she was, and...it just wasn’t what I wanted to hear. So...no, I don’t hate her. It would be too exhausting to hate her.”

Courtney took her hand, holding it tight and solemnly saying, “Okay. Then I’ll hate her for you. So you don’t have to.”

Adore’s face crumbled as her tears began falling again.

“You’re the best friend in the world.”

“No, you are,” Courtney said with a grin. “Come on, let’s go wash your face and order that gelato!”

***

“I just can’t believe that my dress is going out on that runway, like, I was so sure Fame absolutely hated it, and-”

“You don’t need to chop the parsley that finely lovely eyes,” Sutan smiled, stirring the pasta puttanesca sauce they had made together. Sutan wasn’t necessarily the best cook in the world, neither he or Raja ever really picking up on their mothers love of spending time in the kitchen, but he could do a few dishes well, and after seeing Violet’s fridge, he had made it a mission to make sure his girlfriend had a minimum of culinary experience.

“Oh,” Violet paused, looking down at the cutting board. “Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Sutan pressed a quick kiss against her temple, standing side by side in the kitchen surprisingly nice. “I know it’ll be just as amazing as your holiday dress.”

“Please,” Violet smiled, though Sutan could see on her face that she was pleased. He wasn’t going to buy anything at the show, but he was still coming along, both to test one of his newer models, but also because he wanted to see what Violet had created in action.

“I’m serious.”

The sauce was almost done, Violet pulling a face when she had seen him slice up the anchovies, but Sutan was pretty sure that she’d like the dish, if what she tended to gravitate towards could be used as any indication.

“Would you mind setting the table?”

“Not at all,” Violet smiled, putting the knife down, quickly washing her fingers, her jewelry left in the little bowl by the sink that Raja and sometimes Raven had used when they all lived together.

Sutan hadn’t actually noticed it until Violet had dumped her rings into it, the fact that it was there completely escaping his attention, interior design never something that had interested him.

When he had gotten married to Kahmora, he had moved from this apartment directly into her place and back again after their divorce, how she wanted things decorated not anything that had mattered to him in the short time they had been married.

He had never really lived with Jinkx, their relationship thankfully never moving any further than their disastrous engagement, but he was fairly certain that he wouldn’t have been asked about his preferences, shame momentarily curling in his belly at the thought of how unfair and terrible he had been to Jinkx.

“Sutan?” He was pulled out of his thoughts by Violet’s voice, the woman standing by his cabinet with a smile on her face. “Did you buy wine? To have with dinner?”

“I got us a bottle of red.”

“Okay,” Violet nodded, grabbing the wine glasses from the shelf. Juju used to complain when she came over, and had told both Raja and Sutan multiple times that the apartment was furnished for giants, but Violet never had trouble getting anything.

Sutan’s alarm went off, telling him it was time to drain the pasta, Violet handing him two plates so he could serve up their meal, both of them sitting down at the table.

“Do you like it?” Sutan smiled as he watched Violet taste the food, a thoughtful expression on her face as she chewed on it.

“It’s fine.”

“So you hate it?” Sutan lifted an eyebrow, a smirk on his face.

“No!” Violet seemed outraged. “Don’t put words in my mouth.” Violet kicked him under the table, smiling now. “It’s nice.”

“Sure,” Sutan laughed, Violet’s deadpan deliveries still something he was getting used to, her dry humor a lot more enjoyable than he had ever imagined. “Good.”

They ate for a while, chatting back and forth, Sutan refilling their glasses, Violet almost finished with her pasta when she put down her fork.

“I-” Violet looked at him, her teeth biting into her lip. “I’ve been thinking about Aspen?”

“Yes?”

“And I’d like to go.”

“Oh?” Sutan wasn’t aware that it had been something she had been considering, the fact that she was even thinking about turning it down not even crossing his mind.

“Well I’m glad.” Sutan smiled, hiding his confusion. “Mostly because I already booked your plane ticket.”

“Really?” Violet sounded genuinely surprised, almost as if she wasn’t sure if he had been serious about the offer.

“Really, not that I would have forced you to come.” Sutan tapped her foot under the table, Violet still such a mystery to him. “Raven on the other hand,” Sutan smiled. “That could have been a problem, since she’s bought matching everything for you two.”

“... What?”

***

ADORE: Courtney’s a vegan, you know.

BIANCA: Yeah, she told me.

ADORE: I keep forgetting like an asshole so I just wanted to make sure you knew and would have some vegan stuff on thurs

BIANCA: It’s gonna be 100% vegan, I hired a chef to cater. She even making vegan relleno de pavo

ADORE: WAIT WHAT

ADORE: How the FUCK do you make vegan relleno de pavo?

BIANCA: I dunno, but she’s a professional.

ADORE: And what about the corn pudding? IT NEEDS BUTTER

BIANCA: Would you relax? It’ll be delicious

ADORE: WHAT ABOUT THE TURKEY

BIANCA: I don’t eat turkey. You’re outvoted 2 to 1.

ADORE: BIANCA DEL RIO I’VE HAD A VERY TRAUMATIC WEEK! IT’S THANKSGIVING! TURKEY!

BIANCA: I’ll get you a package of fucking Hillshire Farm, calm down

ADORE: I want to be mad at that but I love Hillshire Farm. lol

BIANCA: You’re welcome

BIANCA: Btw you’re also welcome to cook whatever you like and contribute to the meal

ADORE: Um...no thanks

BIANCA: Thought so, cunt

#rpdr fanfiction #thedane #veronica #galactica #vitan #bitney #miss fame #raja gemini #alaska thunderfuck #courtney act #kim chi #violet chachki #aiden zhane #adore delano #bianca del rio #lesbian au #m/f au #fashion au

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tumbleweedtech · 4 years ago

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I got tagged by @rawrkinjd Oh dear.

I had to do a think, and figured if you were brave, so would I be. Because fuck if imposter syndrome wins, ok? I am too stubborn for that. So here I am.

I’ve written 200k words since the beginning of August. This is the first fandom I’ve dared to publish anything in. The most I’ve done before is a few random writing exercises that were pretty much immediately deleted. But this has been a wonderfully accepting and friendly fandom and I just desperately hope we can keep this atmosphere. So. Here we go...

Rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

1. The Viscount (70k) E

This was my first fic written. I flew through it- rather quickly. I suppose it needs more editing, I could use a beta. I tend to be bad about tenses, but I love it regardless and it pleases me greatly when people enjoy it. (I did my best to mark off smut so it's skippable)

The plot? Lambert back sasses a mage who hits him hard with a spell- knocking him back to 8 years old. After he was removed from his family, but before he got to Kaer Morhen. It was a study in what would change about a character who really, truly deserved a better childhood. What changes, about him? What stay the same? It’s found family and softness, with Jaskier coming around as well to put someone other than himself first. Also, Eskel chopping wood shirtless. ;)

2. Treasure (2k) G

This is just a silly, cracky dragon!Jaskier fic. I love it because it’s silly and gentle and soft. There’s patience and miscommunication, of course. But in the end, it’s just thinking about why, exactly, would someone stay for so long with someone who (according to netflix) didn’t always act like the nicest friend.

A few people have assumed it’s Geraskier, but I’m a Lambert hoe. So. heh.

3. I bet my Life (>1K) T

I said I’m a Lambert hoe. I... identify with him for Reasons. And the more I thought about it, the more questions I had about his life. Sure, we know about his dad. But he had two parents. And with how intensely, deeply loyal he is, how would he react to his second parent, once he was grown? What would earn the loyalty of a man like him? He said he’d go to hell and back for Geralt but also refused to explain a relationship (slash or platonic) to a witcher he was willing to wade through blood to avenge. Aiden earned a place closer to his heart than even Geralt did. Lambert asked Geralt for help as a friend- but gave no other explanation than that he was the best man he ever knew. Intriguing, no?

I only just took this off anon today. Please be gentle. It is... very close to old hurts for me.

4. Standing on the Precipice (97k- WIP) M

This... this is a love letter, to grief. Don’t get me wrong- that first chapter or two is... rough. But with that much loss, it deserves to have it’s place. And Jaskier and Lambert deserve to find peace within this. Jaskier learns that he’s more than just a bard, more than just what he can do for someone else. He grows, and calms. Lambert learns to internalize the lessons taught by Aiden, accepting that losing someone doesn’t require you to let them go. That love is more than the bright fire that burns, and that no one is too broken to love.

It IS a WIP- i’m... probably 4/5 done? I had to have a break because of some. ah. motivation issues? But the entirety is plotted out, and it will be done. I’m hoping to fly through a bunch over the holiday break. We’ll see.

I tag: @witcherscrane; @octinary; @impsane; @major-trouble

#my fics #witcher fic #tag game #why not #seemed fun

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enchantedsugden · 4 years ago

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but i think i’ve found magnificence

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written for robert week 2020 day 3: family

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As he was driving there Aaron was starting to get more and more doubtful about the whole thing, his sister looking moody in the passenger’s seat wasn’t in any way helpful either.

This all changed once they finally set foot in the shelter, his younger sister not being able to hide how her face lit up.

Aaron had done some research into what it was like to have a cat, what they would need, where they would get one. In the end he decided to go to the nearest animal shelter- knowing that there they would find many cats in need of a home.

Liv had been shocked and pretty bitter when Aaron told her his plan.

(“Aaron you love dogs! You always said we could get a dog. And now we’re getting a cat as a surprise for Robert!”)

She had also said that Robert wasn’t keen on animals but Aaron had disagreed. Yeah, maybe he had been a bit dismissive of Lachlan's dog- Dog- in the past but Aaron knows his husband.

Robert had been withdrawn ever since he gotten back from prison. It had gotten better but they weren’t there yet, there was still a long road ahead of them. Therapy was helping Robert a lot and Aaron was so proud that his husband had worked up the courage to speak to a professional. Aaron still saw his own counsellor as well and of course they often spoke about Robert. Aaron wanted to help his husband in any way but there were times that he felt so useless. His counsellor had asked about Robert’s hobby’s, how he spends his time. She asked whether they had any animals at home and Aaron had shaken his head but it stuck.

He thought of getting a dog straightaway- something to get Robert out of the house every day, but he didn’t want to push him- make his husband feel that he needed something to keep him busy, that he needed to feel useful. It lead Aaron to some more research, at one point thinking that a rabbit or even a goldfish would be a better fit.

Aaron didn’t dislike cats necessarily, but it wasn’t like he was too keen on them either. Maybe he was slightly indifferent towards them. He definitely had never think of getting one as a pet.

It was a family day trip to Filey that really put the idea into Aaron’s head. As they wandered the streets of Filey after they had spent the whole day on the beach, Aaron noticed how his husband face lit up each time he saw a cat in someone’s window or garden, or when they came across a cat on the street. It reminded him of many other times Robert’s love for cats had been on show in such a quiet way, during trips either abroad of at home- something that Aaron had noticed before- but just hadn’t thought of too much.

Back at home with Robert sleeping next to him, Aaron had sat in bed with his laptop browsing pages and pages of information.

He read that cats were good company, as were dogs of course- but in a different way. They were a lot less maintenance but apparently good for emotional balance. Aaron didn’t know whether to believe it all but it did sound intriguing and he couldn’t stop thinking about his husband and about the days he would withdraw from all of them. He imagined a cat walking around the place- the way it could be a calming influence on his family now and in the future. Aaron really started to warm up to the idea of a cat being the first pet they’d get together. He kept thinking of the way Robert’s face would soften at the sight of the many cats they had seen in their lives together.

Aaron continued his research- not getting to sleep until 3 in the morning.

Liv’s pointing and awing, her bitterness clearly forgotten when a young woman comes up to the both of them.

“Hiya, my name is Ellie, Aiden told me this will be your first cat?”

“Hi, I’m Aaron and this is my sister Liv. Uh yeah- that’s right.” Aaron feels nervous. Robert isn’t even aware of any of this happening but he doesn’t want to let him down.

“It’s nice to meet you both.” She says, smiling at them with kind eyes so Aaron feels himself relax a little. “If you don’t mind me asking, what’s your living situation like- do any young children or other animals live in your household?”

“Uh, no-no other animals. We do- uh me and my husband- we do have a little boy, he’s turning four in a couple of weeks. We’re planning on having more kids.” Aaron gulps, feeling shy and slightly uncomfortable discussing this with a stranger but Ellie’s still smiling at him.

“Okay, that’s great. I’ve already got a few cats in mind, although it’s your choice in the end.”

“I’m sure we will trust your opinion- you know them best.”

“That’s true. But there are always people who like the look of an animal so much that they dismiss any character traits and potential problems. What about age? And are you looking for a male or female cat?”

“Uhh.” Aaron stammers, he had somewhat looked into what Ellie was asking him but most of his research had been focused on stuff like food, activities and necessities.

“We don’t really care whether it’s a male or female I don’t think.” Aaron says as he looks at Liv who’s shrugging her shoulders. “And age wise- not too old I suppose but I bet everyone says that and the older cats don’t get a home.”

“It is harder to place older cats, yes.” Ellie sighs sadly. She seems to notice Aaron’s doubts which had come up to the surface again.

“Let’s just meet some of them shall we? It might make it all a bit easier.”

Aaron nods thankfully.

In the end, a decision is made with Aaron’s heart aching at the knowledge of leaving every cat but one behind.

“This is Henry.” Ellie had said as a ginger cat pushed himself up against the bars of his cage. “He’s very friendly and used to young kids. He was brought here not so long ago. The family decided to adopt two dogs and Henry was going to be in the way.” She looked angry and Aaron could relate to that. It did raise a question though.

“Does this mean he doesn’t get along with dogs? We are thinking of adopting a dog at some point in the future. Sorry I should have said.”

“Oh no it’s not that. The family had already made that decision before they actually adopted the dogs. Of course we don’t have the means to test our pets for every household setting, but knowing Henry’s character we’re pretty confident that living with a dog shouldn’t be a problem. Having multiple animals in the house can always lead to all sorts of issues but at the same time this doesn’t have to be the case at all.”

Liv was smiling while Henry was acting as if he already knew he was the chosen one.

“I think we can give Henry a good home.” Aaron smiled.

With Liv and Henry (in his cat basket) in the back of the car, Aaron drove home a lot slower than was necessary.

“Is something wrong?” Liv asks. “You’re not regretting it are you, we can’t bring him back now.”

“No, no of course not. I want to give him a home, but what if I got this wrong. What if Robert likes cats but doesn’t necessarily want one in the house. Oh my god what if he’s allergic.” Aaron couldn’t believe that that possibility had never even crossed his mind.

Liv’s eyes widen at that. “Well if that’s the case we will find a good home for him somewhere else in the village. I’m not having him locked up in there again.”

“No, yeah. You’re right.” He sighs, thinking about his approach. He knows Robert is at home, looking after Seb. All the stuff Aaron’s bought for their new family member is in the back of his car, he hadn’t wanted to risk leaving it somewhere in the house for Robert to find.

“We’ll take him in and Seb will love him so even if Robert isn’t happy he is gonna be kind of outnumbered.” Liv decides, a determined look on her face.

“Okay.” Aaron replies as he turns into their driveway. “We’ll deal with the logistics of it all later, you stay here and I’ll come outside when I’m ready.”

“For what?” Liv asks, a confused look on her face.

“Just wait here.”

When Aaron comes in he’s met by the sight of Robert and Seb sitting on the ground, building what looks like some sort of fort.

“Hi.” Aaron says, noticing how out of breath he sounds- his nerves clearly getting to him.

“Has something happened?” Robert asks and Aaron feels bad for making him worry.

“No, uh. I’ve got a surprise for you. I just hope you like it.” He stammers, watching how amusement becomes evident on his husband’s face.

“Of course I’ll like it.” Robert says, he’s got a teasing smile on his face but Aaron can also tell that he’s sincere with it, that he realises that Aaron really is nervous about this.

“It’s for Seb as well.” Aaron says before he turns around, leaving Robert looking even more confused. He can hear Robert mumbling to their son as he walks out.

“Let’s hope daddy Aaron hasn’t done something silly eh? Like-“

Aaron can’t hear anything else because Robert suddenly stops his mumblings abruptly and Aaron realises that his husband is probably thinking along the right lines, probably expecting to see Aaron walk in with a dog any second now.

The confusion is evident on Robert’s face when Aaron walks in holding the cat basket.

“What-“ Robert stammers, while Seb is up immediately, running over to where Aaron places the basket on the ground and kneeling in front of it.

“Seb, careful. You don’t want to hurt him.” Robert says in a gentle voice, and Aaron watches in surprise as Robert kneels next to their son.

Aaron takes a mental snapshot of this moment, his husband and son admiring Henry.

His husband looks up at him. “Is it a he or-“

“Yeah. He’s called Henry.” Seb looks absolutely delighted at this and starts squealing the cat’s name over and over again while Robert looks even more confused.

“How do you know, where did you find him? Are we keeping him?” It takes a beat before Aaron gets what his husband means.

“I- no. This is my surprise, one that I planned out. Me and Liv got Henry from the shelter today. We can change his name of course, he’s ours but we can also keep calling him Henry. I know I might have overstepped the mark. Are you allergic? I-“

“Aaron.” Robert says calmly, interrupting Aaron’s ramblings.

“You got Henry for me?”

Liv seems to have the sense to leave them in their own bubble and moves over to sit next to Seb. “Can we please let him out now?”

“Uh.” Aaron stammers but Robert is already nodding.

“He might wee everywhere-“

“Liv.” Aaron says, watching Robert carefully but his husband looks amused again and Aaron let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding.

“I got him for you, yeah.” He answers finally. “For our family but yeah with you in mind. I’m sorry if this was the wrong thing to do. I’ve seen how much you seem to like cats and they say there are good for stress- they have a calming effect. I don’t know, once the idea took hold I couldn’t let it go. I’ve already bought everything he needs. It’s in the back of the car.”

“Thank you.” Robert breathes and before Aaron can say anything else his husband is grabbing his face and kissing him.

“I’m- you’re happy? You’re not mad?”

Robert puts some space in between them, shaking his head. “Mad? Don’t be daft. I couldn’t be even if I was allergic or something, which I’m not by the way. How could I be mad when you did this for me. I- I didn’t think you like cats, if you’re not keen you really don’t have to do this for me Aaron.”

“I do like them. I think I do- but most importantly I like Henry.” Aaron says and Robert smiles, looking over his shoulder to see Seb pointing out everything in sight to Henry, who seems to want to do all of the introducing at his own pace.

“Aaron- this is so thoughtful.” Aaron smiles, grabbing the older man’s hand. “Of course I don’t know if all that calming stuff is true, but I like the idea of it.”

“I love you, so much.”

“I love you too.” Aaron says as he holds Robert closer again and kisses his head. “Go sit with Seb and Henry for a bit yeah? Me and Liv will get all the stuff out of the car.”

Aaron is about to walk down the stairs when he hears Robert talking to Seb.

“Seb mate, you need to be gentle with him. He isn’t used to us yet. He’s spent weeks living in a cage at the shelter, our house is a bit different to that isn’t it? He’ll get used to us all soon enough but for now keep holding your hand out to him first so he can have a sniff before petting him. Like this.”

“He did have a home before though.” Aaron hears Liv say.

“That’s true. But he has to get used to an actual house again hasn’t he? Plus ours is different to what he knew before.”

“Like daddy.” Seb says and Aaron feels his heart break.

“A bit yeah mate. I went away for a while too didn’t I? Henry just needs some time, that’s okay isn’t it?”

“Uh huh.” Seb says enthusiastically and Aaron hurries downstairs, going to sit in between Seb and Robert- placing a hand on his husband’s back, anchoring him.

It’s finally the two of them again, after a long and hectic but great day.

Robert has his head on Aaron’s chest. “I want to thank you, like properly.” Robert says. “But I don’t think I have the energy for it right now.”

Aaron grins “I’m disappointed but I will get over it, as long as I get my thank you tomorrow morning.”

“Oh I’ll make sure of it.” Robert laughs before they fall into their quiet little bubble again.

“Why did you never hint at getting a cat?” Aaron finds himself asking, the question had been in his head for a while now, and now he had seen the way Robert really did love cats he just had to ask.

Robert makes a shrugging gesture. “I never really thought about it. And you and Liv were always on about dogs so I just never thought of it as a possibility. I don’t mean that in a bad way or anything but yeah.”

Aaron nods. “Seb loves him.”

“God I know, he hasn’t stopped smiling since Henry arrived.” Robert chuckles.

“Do you think Henry is okay?” Aaron asks.

“I think so, I’ve heard nothing like a crash just yet.”

“No, not yet.”

“We’ll learn along the way. And you have done loads of research. He’s part of our family now. It can’t be any harder than looking after a baby or a teenager right?”

Aaron laughs “I guess not.” He thinks of the way Henry had indeed been weeing everywhere and how the next few weeks will most likely be filled with more chaos- Henry has a lot to learn but so have they. Aaron is okay with that.

“Yeah he’s part of our family now.” Aaron says, repeating his husband’s words. He remembers the way he’d melted at seeing Robert with Henry, the gentleness he showed as he and Seb both followed the pet around, his upset at hearing why Henry had ended up in the shelter, and his determination to provide a good home for him.

“As long as he doesn’t get in our bed I’m all fine with it.” Aaron says and Robert laughs “you’d let him, you’re soft like that.”

“Oi, shut it you.” Robert’s still smiling before he turns more serious. “Really though, thank you. This was such a good day. You’re amazing.”

Aaron blushes, shaking his head slightly. “Now you’re really going to have to shut it before you start me off.” It’s hard to see why Aaron had doubts before. He can’t believe they didn’t adopt a cat sooner before realising that actually the timing was perfect. He tightens his grip on Robert’s shoulder.

“You’re getting better and learning to deal with your memories from that place and we can see adding Henry to our family as some kind of new start can’t we? We’re never looking back Rob.”

“Aaron-“

“Sorry, sorry. I didn’t want to upset you. I just need you to know- I’m so proud of ya. I told Ellie- the girl helping us at the shelter- about our family and how we want to have more kids.” It comes out before Aaron can stop himself.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

They had talked about it before- once Aaron felt that Robert would be ready for such a conversation, ready to talk about something that had been one of the biggest things going on in their lives before everything fell apart. Robert still wanted to add to their family as much as Aaron did and now he started getting better, Aaron could tell how much more confident Robert was about it all, that he really started to believe that he was deserving of it and that he could be a good father despite his traumatic experience of spending time inside (something Seb has played a big part in, the little boy practically glued to Robert’s side whenever he’s with them).

“I can’t wait. I love you.” Robert mumbles, eyes barely open.

“I love you.” Aaron says as he kisses at Robert’s hair.

Their future is looking good.

#robertweek2020 #robron fics #mary writes fic #this is late but hey ho #lmao i feel this is controversial but i've always wanted to write this

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crunchity-munchity · 4 years ago

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Mmmmm I'm bored so I'm gonna write me braIN downn

Aha ha fuck yeet

Chicken strip, Chipotle is mah lifeeee. My name is Chelsea whats irrrr favorite dinner food

Potatoes

Crude stew do you fear it apple bloom

When your rife with devastation there's a simple explanation your a toy makers creation trapped in side a crystal ball and whichever way he tilts it know that we must be resilient we won't let them break our spirits as we sing out silly song. When I was a little filly a galloping blaze overtook my city, they shipped me off to the orphanage said ditch those roots if you wanna fit in, so I dug one thousand holes and cut a tug with orphan foles now memories are blurred and their faces are obscured but I still know the words to this song, when you've jumbled all your jangles and your loved ones have been mangled latches to the jingle jangle of my gypsy tamberine cus the words are hypnotizing and the whole worlds harmonizing so please children stop you crying and just sing along with me

Sick kick flip whomst the fuck is Aiden ahaaaaaaaaa

I'm really hungry lolllllllll yeet

I should probably stop and like not post this but fuck you this is basically just me typing as fast as I can to keep up with my thought process yeet

Oh my hod I'm trying so hard but there's a gaping hole in my chest and the void of the facts that I finished mlp season 9 the other day and nothing feels the same anymore there was always the reassurance that ther would be a new season but not anymore and this not good considering id like to have at least something to look forward to in the dark times like seriously what the fuck were basically having a civil war its insane my city declared a curfew today it feels like in in V for vendetta wich dosnt help that that movie is set in 2020 also I'm sad that V died

Hey hey nobody asked for this but I'm gonna rant about fallout equestria fallout project horizons lolllll I really like blackjack and while she's actually not a great character in the terms of being a hero they acknowledge that, black jacks character development throughout the story is insane not to mention how insane the length of the story is too lol 1.8 million words honestly I feel unstoppable after reading that long of a story I one day hope to find a person who has read foe ph all the way through and enjoyed it enough to talk to me about it it gets really lonely when your one of the only ones left ina fandom cuz damn talk about dead fandoms im not even updated on new anime anymore nobody ever posts about the animes I like on tik tok iys really sad I'm kinda lonely haha

The jumblies wnt to sea in a sieve that they rowed and came to shore where something something and the bong trees grow where the jaberwokes small green tentacles do float and some thing something fuck I don't remember the song ahaaa

I'd love to rant more but I'm hungry soooo byeeeee

#lonv post #long post #id be surprised if you read the whole thing #i alreadt forgot half of it lol

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Every time I see your name pop up in my notifications, my day is instantly better. I just can't even begin to express just how much these little ficlets have been my lifeline lately. I love what you do so much😭😍😍

And every time I see your name pop up in my notifications, my day is instantly better too! I hope you’re doing well and I offer a very stupid AU as a sign of my thanks and love for you!

CW for accidental drug use.

Usually, working in the DA’s office was quite chill. Even the bad days were bearable when working with your family and the opposition had a tendency to be unfairly good looking. Lambert quite enjoyed the verbal sparring in the courts, especially with Aiden and Cahir, it got him riled up and, naturally, Eskel was always willing to help him unwind after a particularly antagonising case. Or, if he wasn’t available, Lambert could always bicker with Geralt unless he was “busy” with Jaskier.

“Lambert. Lambert. LambertLambertLambert!” Eskel was bouncing on his toes by his desk looking rather agitated.

“What?”

“I did something stupid.” That was a concern in itself, Eskel rarely did stupid or wrong. He was the golden child of the DA’s office. While Geralt was the flashy one that got all the publicity, Eskel had just as good a track record but he was quiet and fastidious, avoiding all media as much as he could.

“What did you do?”

Still bouncing, Eskel rubbed the back of his neck and looked away. Then he laughed. It bubbled out of him in a way Lambert had only seen a handful of times. “You know I had a headache?”

It made Lambert wince, he was meant to have gone to get Eskel some painkillers and forgot because he’d bumped into Aiden in the shared kitchen.

“Well, I was working, and then Cahir walked by. We made eye contact.” Okay, Lambert could see why that would cause Eskel to do something silly like drop his pen and then whack his head on the edge of the table as he picked it up. But there was no mark on Eskel’s forehead. “And he was wearing those tight trousers. You know, the woolen ones that are just snug enough to hint at things and also make his arse look amazing.”

Yep, Lambert knew the very ones. He was certain Aiden and Cahir both dressed in distracting clothes when they were due to face off in court against Lambert or Eskel. Their matching little smirks certainly suggested it.

“Well, there were pills on my desk and I thought you’d gotten me stuff for my head. I took them as he walked by.” Lambert’s face was falling. He hadn’t put any pills on Eskel’s desk. “They were evidence Lamb!” Another giggle. “I accidentally took MDMA from a case. Vesemir will kills me.” Laughing really wasn’t the right response but Eskel seemed to find it quite funny so Lambert offered a very questionable smile.

They couldn’t let Vesemir find out. Or even for anyone else to find out. It would certainly get Eskel in trouble, probably even fired. At least he didn’t have any court appearances that day.

“Okay,” Lambert ran a hand through his hair. “Come with me.”

Like an obedient lamb, Eskel followed him to Jaskier’s desk where Lambert loomed and tried to look authoritative.

“We need your room for the afternoon.”

It looked like Jaskier might protest but then his eyes strayed to Eskel who seemed to be humming under his breath and not so subtly dancing along to the song. After watching him for three seconds, Jaskier let out an understanding little “ah” and nodded.

Grabbing keys from his desk, he led them to the room he usually used to talk to the children who were brought in for interviews. The room had soft foam squares over half the floor, some cuddly toys and other comfort items so the children could relax while talking to Jaskier. it was no secret that sometimes, after a more difficult case or an off day, members of the team could take a quiet hour or two in there to gather themselves up. As they were let in, Eskel lit up with a beaming smile.

“This is so awesome! Thank you!”

With a pat to the shoulder, Jaskier pressed the keys into Lambert’s hand. “I’ll bring you a glass of water and check in on you both. Don’t worry, no questions asked.”

“He might not have questions-” a voice drawled from the doorway, “-but I do.”

“Cahir!” Eskel sounded both elated and scared at the same time. “Did you know a baby goat is called a kid?”

“I did.” There was a smirk playing on Cahir’s lips. “I came to ask about the evidence for the Lilith case. It says on the system that you’d checked it out last. But I need it.”

“Uhoh.”

As far as Lambert was concerned, that was the worst thing Eskel could have said. However, Cahir chuckled. “I’ll mark it down as returned. Then it can go missing from evidence. Didn’t want to bust the girl anyway. Seems like a waste to get a record for a wrong place, wrong time, wrong decision kind of thing.” His eyes glinted with mirth. “Just don’t make a habit of taking evidence.”

“Thought they were painkillers.” Eskel actually pouted.

“Of course. I haven’t seen or heard anything. In exchange-” this was what Lambert had been dreading, there was always a price to these, “-you and Lambert can meet me and Aiden for drinks one evening. We’ll even wear our best suits.”

Never before had Lambert seen Eskel jump up and down in excitement, both fists in the air. But there they were. He nodded at Cahir who winked at him.

“It’s a date.”

#lambskel #eskel/lambert #eskel/lambert/cahir/aiden #lambert #eskel #Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach #aiden #jaskier #background geraskier #da au #cw: accidental drug use #tldr: eskel takes some evidence and gets a date

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