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Jaskier: the emotional support bard for EVERYONE
Well, remember my "Things we learned/confirmed about our bard in Vol. 2" post? You can see it here.
I haven't stopped thinking about point #16 (He's the emotional support bard for EVERYONE (Geralt, Yennefer, Ciri and even Dara) but who the hell is my baby's emotional support?) and after many sleepless nights I finally got around to it to write something about it.
So here you have 2k words of hurt/angst for my beautiful bard. Because he needs to vent to someone and I love a Geralt writhing in pain and guilt :D
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Geralt is truly grateful to have Jaskier in his life. Having him is the true blessing.
The bard is always by his side, with a soft and understanding smile on his face, with the right words that will give shelter to their hearts and a joke to lighten the mood.
He knows just the right combination of words to make Yennefer smile sincerely. He knows what song to sing for Ciri after her nightmares. He knows what to say to elves who have lost their homes and families to always keep them hopeful.
And of course, Jaskier is always sincere about his emotions, the things he likes, the things he dislikes.
Jaskier is colorful, loud, colorful and true with his feelings.
That's why Geralt is at a loss for what to do when he hears Radovid comforting his bard.
Geralt was about to tell them both to gather by the fire to continue the party after saying goodnight to Ciri. The party in the forest was in full swing when both lovebirds decided to step away from the spotlight and spend some time alone.
"How are you, lark?" asks Radovid.
"I'm perfect, my prince. All things are finally flowing properly" replies the bard cheerfully.
There is silence for a moment, Geralt sneaking up on the pair, not wanting to abruptly interrupt their moment.
"I could see how your hands shook as we approached the fire, I also noticed that you didn't play your usual notes on your lute, and of course, you tried to sing the dirtiest songs in your repertoire only to have your friends tell you to stop singing in front of the girl" the prince murmurs softly and Geralt stops his steps altogether.
"Well, I wouldn't want a witcher and his sorceress to cut little Jaskier for singing obscenities in front of his daughter. You should thank me for stopping, I know how much you enjoy little Jaskier."
A silence follows, Geralt thinks the matter is settled, that Jaskier is fine.
"And now you're evading the issue" replies the prince in a tone Geralt can't detect. "You said you weren't afraid of the fire anymore but you sat in the farthest place from the campfire, you didn't have your twitch with the strings and I know you only do that when you don't want to want to keep playing the lute and I also know you only sing your dirtiest songs when you want to make people uncomfortable and make them stop asking you for songs.
I ask you again, how are you?"
Jaskier doesn't respond. Geralt holds his breath and frowns in the darkness.
Jaskier isn't acting weird, it's just Jaskier being Jaskier, Geralt thinks. His bard is always happy, in fact he is surprised that he always smells like honeysuckle and lavender all the time because humans always have a wide variety of smells about them. Sadness, anger, joy, satisfaction, and more and more, but Jaskier always smells of happiness, and several (many) times of lust. Radovid believes that just by knowing Jaskier for a few years he is already able to read him backwards and forwards. Like him
Jaskier doesn't say anything for several minutes and for a second, it seems like the conversation has stopped there, maybe he'll start cracking a joke about how being the most famous bard on the continent is taking its toll on him or maybe he'll comment that Radovid isn't giving him any enough attention.
If there's one thing everyone who knows Jaskier personally knows, it's that the bard is...
"I'm tired "
And Geralt's heart stops. Because he has never heard the bard speak in that tone. Not even when they had walked miles and miles for hours, not when they had spent days and days sleeping outside instead of an inn, not even when Geralt apologized after the mountain. It's not the kind of physical exhaustion that Jaskier always brags about, it's the exhaustion that comes from his soul.
A soft sound is heard and the witcher must not have special mutations to know that the prince has gotten closer to the poet “Dear heart, it is me. "You know you don't need to pretend to be someone you're not with me."
More silence. More doubts.
And then, like a dam that has broken, Geralt smells for the first time the bitter aroma of rotting dandelions: Jaskier's sadness.
"I feel so lonely." Jaskier sighs, an exhausted, desperate sigh.
And then the sobs come.
Geralt can imagine the prince holding Jaskier in his arms because the poet's voice sounds muffled and sobbing.
Jaskier talks about how he has always felt sad and alone since he was a child. How sometimes he is not able to remember his childhood because his mind has blocked everything bad to protect him. He talks about how music saved his life, how sometimes it's not enough and he just forces himself to make it enough.
Geralt thinks about the times Jaskier didn't sleep or eat because he stayed to write in his notebook, how he took his lute and held it to his chest saying that the muses were blessing him with inspiration. He now wonders how much was real and how much was the bard breaking.
The bard tells the prince how scared he was when he first toured the continent, fearing that he would have to crawl back to his parents to survive. The happiness of being able to find Geralt and follow him. The sadness of being rejected over and over again by the only person who was his lighthouse at that moment. The panic attacks he suffered when he woke up and Geralt was already gone. The tremors in his legs when he ran to the next town to catch up with the witcher and the fake smiles he had shown when pretending that their reunion was accidental.
Geralt remembers a time, in Temeria, when he found Jaskier drinking beer in a tavern and how his leg kept moving, up and down over and over again. How Jaskier told him it was the emotion that the red-haired waitress caused him. He tries to remember how many miles Jaskier had to walk by himself.
Jaskier tells him how devastated he was when Geralt left him. Because he knows that 20 years are nothing for a witcher but they were half of his human life. He tells him that he returned to Geralt because he missed him and is his best friend, the person he has the most faith in, but he doesn't think he can trust him again, not like before. Because he had been his only friend, his only constant after leaving and being disowned by his own family, because he had given him his youth, voice and friendship for decades and yet Geralt had left him. And his heart is so broken that he can't put another patch on it or will be useless forever.
He tells him how ashamed he is of his human condition. Because he's surrounded by gods who can set the world on fire literally and figuratively, he clings so hard to being someone magnificent like them, but sometimes he's so exhausting that the very breath escapes him. He tells that every time they make a joke about being weak, worthless or just being left behind he gets it because they remind him of his family, but now it has become a dull ache that builds up in his heart and he knows it's wrong, but now has gotten used to it.
Geralt doesn't even have a specific memory, but he knows that he has a lot to think about.
The poet talks about nightmares about being burned, about being left behind for being a mere human. Because he knows that he is only a second in the infinite life of the people he loves, that he is nothing more than a thorn in the hearts of the people he considers his family. Because they will live long, wonderful lives and the memory of him will one day be erased from their minds, and sometimes it's okay, but other times it feels like it burns his soul to know that he means nothing to anyone.
He tells Radovid that he is so afraid that he will leave him too. Because he knows that he can be a lot and feel so much that he is used to being left aside, but he doesn't believe he can bear Radovid's rejection and he doesn't believe can bear to say goodbye to the prince he has fallen in love with like never before. He tells him how much loves him, how fervent his love is, but Radovid is a prince, the representation of the gods on earth, the man who has armies and subjects and men and women at his disposal; and he’s a simple bard, with scars from torture and a lute on his back. Jaskier opens up and talks out loud about how scared he was when he met him, because he always jokes about being heartbroken, like every good poet, but he never talks about the fear of not being enough again.
He talks about his resentment and envy of others. He was always the bard of comfort for everyone, always the shoulder to cry on and complain about, always the perfect man to put down and feel good about yourself. Jaskier, the man who always smiles. Jaskier, the man of a thousand words. Always the bard Dandelion.
He says that has no right to cry and complain about his pain, because there are elves out there who have lost their homes, their family, and their lives. Because just a few steps from him, there is a girl who lost her parents, her grandparents and her entire home in the flames. There is a sorceress who was sold by her father, who was undone and remade countless times. Because he has traveled with the man with the purest and noblest heart on the continent, that he has suffered for decades without complaint. Because there is a prince trapped in a viper's nest next to him. He has no right to cry because he is exhausted.
But sometimes it's so hard to stay smiling. Sometimes the curtain must be lowered, sometimes his lips also get tired of saying words of encouragement without any in return, his arms are also tired of holding and not being held, his heart sometimes gets tired of loving without being loved.
Sometimes he just wants to sleep and not wake up again.
Jaskier talks and talks and talks. But for the first time, he's not about the best color for his doublet, but instead he mutters about the insecurities he hides behind those colors. For the first time, Geralt doesn't tune out Jaskier's inane, meaningless chatter and actually listens, hears the tremor in his voice, smells the pain in the air, feels every sob rumbling in his chest. And he wonders how he never saw it, how he always took his friend for granted.
It seems that Jaskier's words are exhausted, because all that remains is a deafening silence and the aroma of salt from tears not shed for years.
“You are not alone, lark,” the prince murmurs, soft and determined. “You have me, Geralt, Ciri and Yennefer. We are your family. We are yours. And I'm sorry you feel that way, because it was never our intention to burden you with our burdens. Because we love you. You are the light of our lives, and the only reason we all have a family. Jaskier, you are my lark, my heart and my soul. I love you more than anything, Jaskier. You can always come to me to listen to you, to cry or simply to be by your side, the way you want me, all the time you want me.”
Jaskier sobs again and Geralt can imagine Radovid holding him tighter, closer, because it's something the witcher wants to do.
Geralt walks away silently with only the thoughts of him.
He returns to the bonfire that miraculously continues to burn, with no Yennefer and Ciri in sight.
Geralt sits in his place. He thinks about everything he has learned from the bard in 1 hour and has been missing for 24 years. He wonders how much of what he sees in Jaskier is him and not his mask. He questions why he never asked Jaskier how he is.
Then he hears footsteps coming out of the forest. He feels Yenn sit silently to the right of him and then Ciri to the left of him. Everyone heard, everyone felt their bard break.
No one says anything, as if the bard had taken away their words. He probably did it. So the three of them sit together until they decide to go to sleep, always in silence.
The next morning, the 3 find a note from Radovid saying that he and Jaskier will take some time together. That they will soon find them.
The witcher, the sorceress and the princess shed tears together and then wait anxiously for their bard. Their lark.
#jaskier#my baby deserves the world#my beloved bard#radskier#geraskier#fanfiction#ficlet#the witcher#geralt of rivia#emotional support bard#angst bard#ao3fic#fanfic
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For the Whumpril prompt 6 Dizziness and the Angstpril prompts 19 Trembling and 22 Drained
Chapters: 4/? Words: Fandom: The Witcher (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach & Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach & Geralt of Rivia, Cahir Mawr Dryffyn aep Ceallach & Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach/Yennefer of Vengerberg, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach & Vesemir, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon & Jaskier, Geralt of Rivia & Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy & Vesemir, Jaskier & Yennefer of Vengerberg, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon & Geralt of Rivia Characters: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Geralt of Rivia, Vesemir (The Witcher), Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, Yennefer of Vengerberg, Coën (The Witcher), Lambert (The Witcher), Jaskier | Dandelion Additional Tags: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Whump, Whumptober 2023, Alive Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Has a Bad Time, Witcher Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, Title from a The Amazing Devil Song, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Major Character Injury, Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation, Post-Canon, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Buried Alive, Sacrifice, Sickfic, Blood and Injury, Broken Bones, Friendship, Magical Exhaustion, whumpster-dumpster's Whumpril 2024, chaos-company's Angstpril 2024, Uncle Jaskier, lullaby, Tumblr: whumpers-monthly, learning the truth, Grief/Mourning, can't sleep, weak pulse, Found Family, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Fluff, Family Fluff Summary: At Kaer Morhen, Cahir tells Ciri something that makes her scream ...
#angstpril2024#the witcher tv#fanfiction#day19#day22#trembling#drained#whumpril2024#whumprilday6#dizziness#yennefer of vengerberg#emiel regis#Jaskier#vesemir#cahir#cahir whump#sickfic#Fluff and angst#the witcher fanfiction#cahir x yennefer#yennefer x cahir#bard comfort#emotional support bard#Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach
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this is h o r n y and i’ll take no objections
#“it was the magic”#yes#she was down bad for the magic and down bad for kell#no further explanation required#i’m rereading for emotional support rn#missed them#old married couple from day fucking one#adsom#a darker shade of magic#shades of magic#kell maresh#lila bard#a conjuring of light#a gathering of shadows#kellila#delilah bard#the fragile threads of power
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Whumpee: Cahir
Caretaker: Jaskier, Assire var Anahid
Published: 2022-06-04, Completed: 2022-08-03
Chapters: 14/14 Words: 32,672 Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach/Emhyr var Emreis, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach & Jaskier | Dandelion, Assire var Anahid & Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach & Merlin The Cat Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, Geralt of Rivia, Milva, Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, The Hansa | Geralt's Company Members (The Witcher), Emhyr var Emreis, Assire var Anahid, Merlin (the cat), Menno Coehoorn, Vilgefortz of Roggeveen Additional Tags: Friendship, Trauma, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Implied/Referenced Torture, Torture, Aftermath of Torture, netflix season 2 compliant, Angst, Vomiting, Sexual Abuse, Maggots, Emhyr is an evil bastard, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, directly after season 2 ends, Panic Attacks, Cats are the best, and bards, Jaskier is a good friend, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Whump, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Has a Bad Time, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat Summary: While sitting around the campfire with his companions, Jaskier sings one of his favourite songs. Which elicits a very unexpected reaction from one of the more recent additions to the company. Jaskier can be such an idiot once in a while. The good thing is - he knows and is ready to apologise. However, things are much worse than he anticipated and a quick sorry nowhere near enough.
Excerpt from chapter 14 ... and out of the woods?
"My family. He - he said if I - if I betrayed him, he would kill them all. And I did. I betrayed him. Not at first, but I failed to bring him Princess Cirilla. Again. And then he believed I planted a bogus princess at his court. I had nothing to do with that, but now I've killed my own people. Now I am the traitor he suspected me to be. They might all be dead. My parents and sisters, and nephews, and nieces. Because of me." Cahir swallows again and, even in the near darkness, Jaskier can see the tears welling up in his eyes once more. "I wish - I wish Geralt had killed me then on Thanedd. Or Yennefer. Or Ciri. If - If I had died on my mission, at least my family would be safe."
"Do you truly think your Emperor would do something like this? I mean, this is plain evil." Jaskier looks at Cahir with wide eyes, thoroughly shocked and hardly believing what he has just heard. "He wouldn't go through with a threat like this, would he? He must have said it just to scare the hell out of you."
"I - I don't know," Cahir breathes while fresh tears are running down his face. Silent tears of utter desperation. And Jaskier knows there is nothing he can say or do to make it better. Except hold his friend's hand and sit next to him quietly until there are no tears left. Which he does. And, wonder to behold, Jaskier can hold his tongue and keep silent if necessary for an astonishingly long while. Dwelling on his own thoughts without giving voice to them for once. Recalling a very recent conversation with his friend Geralt involving the vivid comparison of the Nilfgaardian with a cormorant. According to the Witcher a cormorant with a ring on his throat that is searching for friendship in the company of fish only to catch the fish and thus get back into its master's good graces again. If only Geralt knew how altogether wrong he is about the Nilfgaardian, no, Vicovarian. If it wasn't such a sad story, it would almost be funny. No, Cahir is no more a cormorant than Jaskier and neither a pike, but just small fry like the rest of their motley crew. A hurt and lonely and lost little fish in a vast ocean full of predators. He would never, to stick with the fishy metaphor, betray his newly found shoal of fish, also known as Geralt's honourable company, of that Jaskier is certain.
And so it happens that the poet and the alleged non-Nilfgaardian are sitting silently side by side leaning against a tall beech tree in the middle of the Riverdell forest on the Nilfgaardian side of the Yaruga until the stars speckle the night sky and the tears are dry and they both are ready to go back to camp where Milva is still keeping a good portion of her delicious rabbit stew warm for them over the fire.
"Please promise you won't tell Geralt about any of this," the non-Nilfgaardian asks the bard quietly before they reach the camp, his voice still a little husky from crying.
"Alright, I promise," answers the bard in a fittingly solemn tone of voice, "and neither will I write it down in my Half a Century of Poetry. If you promise to never look over my shoulder again when I'm writing."
"I have already apologised for my obtrusiveness and it won't happen again."
"You have, and I believe you, although you, Cahir, are a foreigner from an enemy empire. But - Gods know how that happened - we are friends now, not just casual acquaintances, and that's what friends do. Believe each other, I mean. And keep each other's secrets. And know, my Vicovarian friend, if you ever feel like talking about what happened, I'm here for you. Complete with a shoulder to cry on and a clean handkerchief. That is, if I ever get that blood and snot washed out again." Holding it up gingerly, he waves the sticky piece of fabric about in front of Cahir's face. "If not, you owe me a new one, but that colour is really hard to come by, I tell you. There is only this little dye-works shop in Oxenfurt by the Pontar River that knows how to make the perfect shade of red from some mussel or conch or whatever mollusc they use, and I can't imagine they export their products that far south, so ...
So, as they walk out of the woods and towards the camp, towards their waiting comrades and the stew, the bard blabs on and on while, patiently, the non-Nilfgaardian listens - or pretends to listen -, for that's what friends do. Even if it is not always easy. Even if you have to reconcile yourself with and become accustomed to many things that you don't like and actually can't stand when you travel in a company as unlikely as this one. However, it is so much better than traveling alone and well worth it, for what are you without friends?
#whumpers-monthly#issue no 20#tears#the witcher fanfiction#the witcher netflix#the hansa#Jaskier#Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach#cahir#Cahir Whump#torture#Aftermath of Torture#emotional support bard
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I finally gave in and started to play afk journey, it’s alright, I used to play a lot of afk arena as a kid so I recognize a lot of the fighters and have some grasp of strategy HOWEVER there is a great injustice being done to me
Where’s my cringefail f tier favorite Angelo?!
#I NEED MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT BARD AND HIS CAT#afk arena#afk journey#this has been three am thoughts#he’s so bad he’s not even ON some tier lists but I love him
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Chapter 38 out now. Have bad screenshot for attention. c:
#the caged bard#baldur's gate 3#baldur's gate 3 fanfiction#bg3#tcb: vesper#astarion/tav#tav's story#emotional support druid#bg3 halsin#i love him your honor#the stars#astarion#bg3 astarion#she has an addiction to white haired elves#halstarion#astarion/halsin/tav
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I never noticed before !!! "Jaskier is my emotional support bard" !!
Who is running the official account ?! I love them !
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He said, "Son, when you grow up Would you be the savior of the broken The beaten and the damned?"
#silmarillion#silmarillion fanart#maglor#my chemical romance#the black parade#I think i saw a post somewhere associating this song with Maglor#and it stuck with me#i love him#my emotional support craven murder bard#all alone now#will punish himself more severely than anyone else could#anna draws
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Thought about Lohse again, folks.
#dos2#lohse#genuinely if I spend any time thinking about her as a character I get Very Normal#this is my emotional support quirky and deeply haunted bard
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Can I just
As much as I want to boast, and say that in a battle, I'd be all Geralt-y or Yennefer-like. Badass, composed, elegant and taking fucking names. Throwing out Signs and wrecking people with my magic.
But, in reality, I'd more than likely be Jaskier.
Especially in the opening scene of Blood Origin. Just flailing around, stressed out and scared shitless. While screaming and having a one-word vocabulary of some variation of "FUCK". Disparately looking for Geralt or Yen, so I could hide behind them, until it was all over. Then, needing stiff drink and a cuddle sandwich with them, for emotional support.
#Geralt of Rivia#Yennefer#Yennefer of Vengerberg#Geralt#The Witcher#Witcher#Blood Origins#Henry Cavill#julian alfred pankratz#Joey Batey#Anya Chalotra#Emotional Support Witcher#Cuddle Buddy Mage#Stressed out Bard
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Today’s emotion is: not getting to sleep on time because you just have to finish drawing the vampire’s emotional support birb
#emotion of the day#today’s emotion#dnd#dnd5e#dnd art#dnd character#dnd oc#bird#birb#bird bard#dnd bard#bard#birb bard#she’s the best#emotional support birb#pathfinder#pathfinder character#pathfinder bard#she’s always got my back#and happy#she will support you no matter what#birdfolk#kenku#dnd kenku#kenku oc#d&d kenku#Nya Sybel
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Whumpee: Cahir
Caretaker: Jaskier
Chapters: 1/1 Words: 1,767 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach & Jaskier | Dandelion Additional Tags: Friendship, Nightmare, mental break down, Jaskier the agony uncle, Angst with a Happy Ending, Crying, Season/Series 03 Spoilers, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Has a Bad Time, Angst, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Whump, Jaskier is a good friend, emotional whump Summary: Cahir is plagued by a bad nightmare and needs a shoulder to cry on. How very lucky that agony uncle Jaskier is around and nobody else. (Set somewhen between the fish soup and the Battle on the Bridge, but you don't need to understand what that means to understand the story.)
Excerpt:
"Sometimes talking about things that weigh you down helps. I know you've been through a lot. That you've done a lot that you now regret." Jaskier puts his arm around Cahir's shoulder. "Talk to me. I'm your friend. I promise I won't tell the others. What was that dream about?"
But Cahir shakes his head.
"Why not? I won't judge, I swear. You're here now, with us, to help. That's what counts, right? The past's the past."
"I can't." Cahir bites his lip, but then continues, staring at the ground. "What I did - it's too horrible. The - the blood will never come off."
"What blood?"
"His. Gallatin's." Tears start to Cahir's eyes and, angry at his own weakness, he wipes them away with the sleeve of his shirt.
#whumpers-monthly#issue no 20#tears#the witcher netflix#the witcher tv#the witcher fanfiction#the witcher season 3#Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach#Jaskier#cahir#jaskier x cahir#friendship#emotional support bard#Cahir Whump#nightmares#the hansa
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look i know mechanics wise you cant cast spells and rage as a barbarian but I'm deciding rn to take issue with that for my own silly reasons!!!
Farryn's turn to being a lot more aggressive in combat as he hit level 12 is a reflection on his approaches to survival and I think it'd be cool as shit if I was able to take a level in barbarian ok,,,
The highly indulgent wip I have sitting in my documents where he finally breaks, yelling and feral as everything mounted on his shoulders is too much! He never wanted to be a hero, he wanted to survive, to avoid conflict at all costs and have a chance at truly living without impossible weight on his shoulders.
He finally spills the truth in a way that hurts him more than anything else and... it's Karlach that coaches him through it as he's recklessly flinging off spells, emotions overwhelming and rage burning through him. She teaches him how to weaponise it, sate it and ultimately control it.
Instead, the once over cautious sorcerer who exclusively cast spells at a distance, who focused on being as far away from enemies and companions as possible, finds himself with a new repertoire of spells at his disposal.
Shocking Grasp
Burning Hands
Thunderwave
Fear
Spells that require him to be in close quarters, that demand he's being focused upon as he now fights in order to survive
#farryn (tav)#rambles#look ok i just think it'd be cool if he'd channel all his emotions into also bashing someones skull in#He's got so many emotions and maybe rage would be good for his wellbeing.#also something something Farryn's arc towards his role in combat and ideals of survival directly opposing Daeris'....#Daeris picking up Alfira's Lute and multiclassing into bard to eventually focus more on supporting his companions#in a last ditch bid to supress his murderous urges.... yea#Farryn realising he can do more to support everyone through recklessness and Daeris realising he can do more through care#nodding to myself thanks for attending my silly rambles
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Here they ARE!!! More info
My wolraha kids :3
#wolraha#wolgraha#n’ephraha#ffxiv#miqo’te#the scions listed are just the ones they’re closest to#and two titles at the end#my post#gn’at#gn’osis#n’ephele’s notes#n’ephele#sorry the lighting on gn’iess is weird I had to get the rocks behind him#because rock boy#nephele’s more of a crystal geologist and gn’iess is more of a rock geologist#also noticed he has davekat eyes#spiritual davekat child#nephele passes on his job stones but he REFUSES to give them his sch one#Selene is his emotional support little guy he simply can’t bare to part with#he liked being a bard and a black mage especially but#his mom passed the blm job stone to him so it’s continuing its journey in the family#yes I’ve recently played the arr blm quest and this doesn’t make sense but. nephs mom did that one I guess#g’raha tia#g’raha#n’ephele iris-tia#the smn one could just come from the guild because those are p common#n’ephele never liked gnb much anyway LOL SORRY IESS#rem art#gn’eiss
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Why was this so difficult for me to put together. Makes me feel like sometimes I don't know the characters as well as I thought I did. Including Vesper.
If you're interested in doing it this is the original template: https://x.com/Valc0_/status/1742627495826829718 and the OT3 that I used can be found in other tweets.
#tcb: vesper#bg3 tav#tav#bg3 oc#emotional support druid#bg3#bg3 halsin#i love him your honor#the stars#astarion#bg3 astarion#she has an addiction to white haired elves#ot3#ot3 meme#fic: the caged bard#it looked nicer in photoshop and i did delete a lot of the template#i'm rethinking posting it honestly...
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bloodthirst be damned my girl can work a grill.
her horns are sausages to me.
blood sausages.
#headmate krikri#krikri kamori#antrax velvit#huskcomet fanart#huskcomet#krikris emotional support highblood#theyre like a cheetah and a dog to me#krikri bard of mind maybe... maybe too on the nose...#bard of heart i could see more i think#Antrax' silly little guy who she found in a ditch on the side of the road after dumping a body#humancomet au where antrax is a serialkiller and thats how they meet#Antrax is the fem who works a grill to me.#sketch in a bottle
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