#i get a feeling he's just a biiiit bitter

[yamatodadarchive-blog]

“Can’t sleep?” (From V)

Send me “Can’t sleep?” to have a tired conversation with my muse in the middle of the night. 

“Awaiting my sentence.”

“Surely, your friends won’t let me walk free, after all that happened here.”

‘Not all that happened.’

‘But, all that you’ve done.’

Bitter thoughts swirled in his mind; suffocating and shamefully fearful.

He could beat them. He could vanish, again. But, for what purpose?

Vergil looked at the man that supposedly embodied everything good in him, and he did not see even a shred of himself.

He saw V’s determination to set things right; even at the cost of his life.

He saw Nero carrying him on his shoulder, like a beloved comrade.

He saw them all; talking and laughing; a patchwork family, fearless in their unity.

And he was not there.

He, was the enemy.

[floor-of-inhumanities]

Other Floors - Briah

If I tread down the stairs a bit more, I’ll find myself in an area more familiar to me. Even if this wasn’t my home branch, the one I came from had me constantly in this layer- even if it was considered the lower one there.

Briah- An odd trio that seem to keep each other in check... it almost makes me nostalgic.

Tiphereth sits in the center of these two and despite how young she is, she’s surprisingly mature for her age. I think she surpasses even myself sometimes... it feels somewhat comforting knowing that, but I know she’s still on pins and needles around me. I recall she was always a bit bossy back then and I never like that... She’s still a bit rough around the edges, but she’s certainly learned since then. Tiphereth even lends an ear when I wanna chat- namely about my brother. I feel a bit selfish doing that, though...

Her floor isn’t sure what to think of me. I often have to come onto the floor to assist them in dealing with the Magical Girls they’ve got since they can be a biiiit of a handful at times. They are getting better, though. King and Knight have made really great progress.

Next... Gebura... she’s- odd. I know her team doesn’t like me at all. I-It’s a bit much to take in, the Disciplinary Team at my old branch wasn’t like this. Where Gebura stands on this floor is where Kenneth would’ve stood, if I recall right. The difference between this floor and that team is staggering.

She really doesn’t like to talk to me... though, I can tell sometimes she is willing to hear me out and even help me with E.G.O. studies. Gebura often tells me it’s best I don’t find out what happened, but I know she wants me to at the same time. It’s a bit paradoxical. Regardless, I’m glad she is at least willing to help me time to time. Even if the scent of her cigarettes is... disgusting.

Finally- Chesed. Chesed’s floor always is calming to me between the way it feels like I’m walking in a water wonderland and the fact the scent of coffee is always heavenly... even if it’s extremely bitter. The floor’s assistants aren’t sure how to react when I step on though- some are glad since that woodsman usually doesn’t attack me so I can easily help suppress it if necessary- that being said, I don’t particularly enjoy that.

Chesed himself is really nice! Just being near him calms me down, but also sets me on edge a bit. I’m not sure why... I just know when I talk to him about everything, he just simply nods and calms me down when I start to panic. I like visiting his floor. I don’t get the same weird feeling I do with Binah- he’s like Hod but with coffee! He always makes sure to make it extra sweet for me. They’re an odd trio, but they have each other and keep it all in check. Tiphereth makes sure Gebura doesn’t kill Chesed, for example. It’s not like she really could do so in the Library, but I have been greeted by the sight of him running like mad with a very angry Gebura on his tail. Tiphereth always following after with a furrowed brow and spewing out warnings to the two on being careful. They remind me of my old pals... I wonder if I’ll see Saeko and Aronas in here soon?

I... I hope not- but I wish it could go back to just us three and Kenneth in the lower layers of that old branch...

[omoghouls]

Can we get some uhhhh Geralt wetting himself and Jaskier taking care of him? But maybe Jaskier like starts by teasing him (jokingly) until he realizes that Geralt is actually REALLY embarrassed and upset by the event so he appologizes, helps to clean him up, and says nice/comforting things? Geralt doesn't get enough softness.

Omg I love this idea so much???? [I WILL MAKE THIS A REAL FIC soon just wanna get the ideas on the table!]

It’s naturally assumed by many, if not all that since a witcher is stripped of emotions, face the ridicule and nasty words from villagers who they literally just saved, surely simple things such as a little teasing about bodily functions wouldn’t bother them, right?

But, that is where one would be wrong. And the travelling bard had learned this first hand during one of his journeys with the white wolf. It started like any other time, Geralt was given the usual begging speel by the townsfolk about the monster that was devastating their fields, how they needed the help of a strong and brave witcher to help. After the assurance of payment (one would be surprised by how many try to dupe or lowball a witcher when all was said and done, something Geralt had learned the hard way) the two were on their way to the vague area to investigate.

A small bit of wandering and laying down a trap of deer meat brought the scuttering of Arachas. Not a terribly difficult beast to defeat, least, not for someone with extensive combat training. Jaskier watched from the shrubbery in astonishment of the fight, quick to mentally jot down the ideas for his new ballad.  As soon as it started, the large insectoid screeched its final shrieks as it thudded to the ground.

Jaskier emerges from the bushes, small whoops of awe now that he was up close to the beast. He looks to the witcher just in time to see him spitting a cork out from his teeth and downing a milky white potion. He watched the man’s face screw up as his adam’s apple bobbed.

The bard chuckles lightly, “Haven’t seen you pull such a face since you tried that skunky ale.” 

Geralt placed the glass bottle on the ground, “Worst than that, diluted White Honey; light name, horrendous taste,” he explained as he swooped up the severed eye of the spider crab, “Now, let's get back to the town before night falls.”

--

As the two walked through the forest, Jaskier couldn't help but inquire about Witcher potions. The added chatter was welcomed by the mutant, something to pass the time, to keep his mind from wandering. Besides the bitter taste, White Honey purified a witcher’s body at an accelerated pace. 

And what toxins were in, had to come out.

The walk back feels longer than it had been while they were first travelling out. Jaskier is a bit oblivious to what was running thought his friend’s mind, the man was hard enough to read on the best of days, so, slowing of conversation and this scowl plastered on the witcher’s face seemed no different to his other days.

However, it was easy to tell that there was something eating away at Geralt, asking just got the bard a look and huffed “I’m fine.” Perhaps pushing for details from a mutant with two swords and god knows what kind of post-kill adrenalin crashing through his veins wasn’t the best of ideas.

But Jaskier isn’t a man of good or thought-out ideas. 

He, perhaps push a biiiit to far as the witcher whips his body around to the bard, about to tell him how he doesn’t need the concern. But, instead, his body stiffens, the movement just too quick for his overfilled bladder. Jaskier stands in stunned silence as he watches the glistening wetness spreads rapidly down the witcher’s trousers, splattering onto the grassy ground beneath him.

To say it was a surprise was barely scraping the top of the reaction. 

“Guess that stuff goes right through you, huh? Never thought I’d see the day,” he presses his finger to his chin, “Always thought it would be an inebriated time,” Jaskier teased, wanting to create a light mood.

Geralt just stands there, silently as his brows furrow, looking down. Warmth prickles the back of his neck as a sense of shame washes over him. Eventually, he looks to the bard, yellow eyes glazed over in a fashion Jaskier had never seen before.

It strikes him instantly, Jaskiers playful smile falters to a concerned expression as he steps towards his friend. The bard places a gentle hand on the man’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Geralt, that was not in line for me to say. It’s okay, the slacks will dry and the grass probably appreciates the watering, hasn’t rained in a small-time,” he softly says, looking to the Witcher with compassion as he leads the two away from the glistening grass.  

Geralt is silent the whole walk back to the village, but, Jaskier doesn’t take that as the time to join in, rather he soothingly speaks to the man, comforting words and small back pats. Any other time, Geralt would shrug the bard off but, tonight, he leans into the touch, even letting Jaskier do most of the speaking to the man who they took the quest from and at the tavern/inn while booking a room for the evening.

“You can not be comfortable in those, let's get you in something a bit cozier,yeah?” Jaskier says once they enter the room.  

The bard makes sure the water in the drawn bath is the perfect temperature, he smiles softly when he sees the tension melt off Geralt’s face once he settles in the bubbly water. Jaskier takes this all in, a compliance Witcher letting someone else care for him.

And, little does he know, Geralt is doing so too ;w;

[babbushka]

I'M CRYIGN FLIP TRIES SO HARD I APPRECIATE HIM (coincidence im eating in a chinese resto rn). HE LIKES YOU SO MUCHHH HE DESERVES THE LOVE. Its been in my head and this maybe a biiiit angsty but what is the first big argument between young Flip and her? (Had a feeling this will be a bit silly misunderstanding) -cauliflower

The only big fight you’ve ever really had with Flip was when you were dating for literally like a month maybe. 

One day he’s on his way to pick you up from work, he’s been thinking about taking you up to the cabin for the first time (and hopefully get lucky ayyoo) so he’s in a really good mood -- until he sees you talking with Landers. 

[Backstory, Flip and Landers Do Not Get Along. They never have, ever since Landers played dirty at a game of basketball against Flip’s team for the high school championships, tripped Flip and cost him the game. He and Landers have had a bit of a rivalry throughout high school and it doesn’t really go away after they grow up (boys ugh lol).]

So when he sees you, the absolute love of his life, talking to Landers his blood kinda gets hot -- both with jealousy and rage. Especially when he can tell that you’re super uncomfortable via your face and body language, because the way Landers is invading your personal space is a little too friendly. 

He parks the truck outside the library and slams the door, marches straight up to Landers and steps in between the two of you. 

He does the whole “Leave her the fuck alone.” to which you’re like “I’m handling it Flip.” which he acutely ignores with a “yeah yeah okay -- listen pal she doesn’t want to fucking talk to you”. 

You don’t like being completely brushed off like that, especially from Flip, “I said I was handling it Flip!” but he doesn’t hear it, he’s too consumed with rage at just the sight of him.

He gets a little too up in Landers’ face, Landers shoves him, and they get into a full blown fist fight to let out years of pent up anger and bitter rivalry towards one another. 

You are not happy about it and you go from being annoyed to livid, so you try and push yourself in the middle of the fight to break it up because the cops are probably going to get called any fucking second and you’re gonna lose your job and what if Flip gets hurt and he can’t work -- 

and you accidentally get shoved to the ground from the scuffle. 

And Time Stands Still when Flip and Landers both realize that you’ve fallen. 

You’re all stunned, you’ve never been knocked over like that, even on accident, and tears are threatening at the corner of your eyes just from the shock of it and Flip rushes to help you up but you smack his hands away and just start walking in the direction of your house. 

Landers sees that things are going to get ugly so he vanishes, leaving Flip to chase after you. 

“(Y/N)!” He shouts your name but you don’t listen, so he panics and gets in his car and drives like 20 miles below the speed limit to keep pace with you as he’s trying to convince you to “Get in the fucking car!!” 

“Just leave me the fuck alone Phil!” You shout back, clutching your books to your chest and trying so so so hard not to cry, and he knows he’s in deep shit when you use his real name like that. 

Cars are pissed off at him as they beep and try and get around him and eventually just for safety sake you get in the car but you don’t talk to him the entire car ride. 

When he arrives in front of your house, he parks the car and the two of you just sit there in silence, and he’s terrified you’re going to break up with him. Eventually, you don’t even bother looking at him when you say, 

“If you ever ignore me or speak for me like that again, you can consider this thing between us finished.” 

“I was trying to help.”

“I tried telling you that I didn’t need your help, Flip. I’m a big girl, I can handle some creep hitting on me.” 

“I’m sorry it’s just Landers is the fucking worst and the thought of him even looking at you makes my skin crawl.”

“So the answer is you punch him? For fuck’s sake Flip, what, are you going to punch every guy who looks at me?” 

“I just -- ”

“I love you but you can be such an asshole sometimes, you know that?” (it’s the first time you say I Love You and Flip tries really really hard not to dwell on that fact in the moment but when he gets home it’s all he can think about)

“How am I the asshole in this scenario?? I was defending you!!”

“You talked over me, ignored me, and then shoved me to the ground!”

“That was an accident and you know it.”

“It wouldn’t have happened in the first place if you had just let me deal with him and you know it.”

And then you’re both staring at each other, too stubborn to let the other win. 

Eventually you just sigh and collect your books and get out, lingering by the car door before you close it. 

“(Y/N)?” He asks, pleads, doesn’t even know what he’s asking for he’s just so so so so fucking terrified that he’s going to lose you over this minor thing.

“I’ll call you.” You say softly, but you don’t look happy, and you close the door with a little more force than necessary. 

Flip watches you go into the house and for the first time in over a year of knowing you, you don’t turn around to wave him goodbye. 

You don’t call him for three days after that. 

It rains every single day. He spends his time being angry and confused and his whole family is just Tense. His mom just offers to hug him real tight and he talks with her about what went wrong and she gives him advice that he hates but he takes it:

He finds Landers and the two of them make a truce (Landers feels like shit about the whole thing and promises to leave you alone). They both agree that it’s not worth it to keep petty high school rivalries alive, no matter how shitty they were to each other.

He’s on edge, any time the phone rings he barely lets it go one ring before he’s answering, hoping it’s you. 

On the fourth day, when the phone rings he answers it, and it’s you and he tries really hard not to cry as apologies tumble out of his mouth. 

“I’m sorry, (Y/N) you were right I was being jealous and over-protective and I let my temper get the better of me and I’m so sorry, I spoke to Landers and we made a truce and I won’t punch people unless you explicitly ask me to and I’ll listen to you I swear I will.”

“Come over?” You ask, and you sound like you’re about to cry too and he literally runs -- runs -- in the rain to your house because his dad took the car lol, and he’s soaking wet and he’s standing outside your house and you run out in the rain and kiss him and he holds you so tight and the two of you just kiss and he presses his forehead against yours and the both of you apologize for yelling, because neither of you want to be that couple who yells, and you kiss him again and finally you’re smiling.