#they grow to be more QPR but you can interpret however you like

[probablyinthevoid]

Hi I wanted to make a post regarding relationships from the Loki series. Regarding how some people view Lokius as more father and son/mentor and student. And some people view Sylki as siblings/twins.

These are both valid interpretations despite both of these Ships being regarded as romantic sometimes. At the end of the day, neither of them were confirmed to be Canon. So people are allowed to interpret them however they like.

Some people will think of Sylki as romantic and in a relationship. Fan fics of them getting married, having kids, etc etc, while also at the same time, having fanfics of them acting like siblings and twins. Causing trouble, pranking each other, along with other things siblings do. Both of these interpretations are completely valid.

When it comes to Lokius, some people see them as father and son. Mobius acting like the father figure Loki never had. Or as a mentor and student. While other people see them as more romantic. Seeing them act like an old married couple, and having more chemistry than Sylki. Again, both of these interpretations are valid.

Rewatching the show, keeping both of these view points in mind, you can see and understand the other's point of view. Case and point:

My sister views Mobius and Loki as father and son, and for good reason. Mobius being the father figure loki never had, having that parental guidance guide you to being a better person. While at the same she also ships Sylki. And, while I've never personally seen the appeal of the ship, I get why she likes it. They get each other in a way no one else really can due to being the same person. They have similar humour, similar interests etc etc. They can relate on a personal level that only Loki and Sylvie can. And her interpretation of these relationships are completely valid! Even if I personally see them the other way around.

Me personally, I ship Lokius not so much in a romantic sense, but more so in a QPR sense. I feel like they have much more chemistry and understanding of each other that's so much more special then sylki. Mobius spent literal years, if not decades being a Loki analysis. Sylvie naturally understands Loki, but Mobius worked years and decades of his life to understand Loki the same way Sylvie naturally does. And that feels so much more special to me. It's for that reason I ship them. And for my sister's reasoning on Sylki is the same reasoning I see them as siblings. They understand and get each other on a level no one else really can. Without having to work for it and I feel like, from my point of view, that's like siblings. Growing up in similar yet different environments.

Basically, the point of this post is that the interpretations of both of these relationships are valid. At the end of the day, neither of them were outright confirmed to be Canon. So we, as the fandom, are welcome to interpret them however we like. We are bound to disagree on them, but that's just fandoms work. Don't hate on people for not having the same opinion as you. You wouldn't want that happening to you, would you?

Anyway, that's all I've got to say. I might edit or add on to this at a later point but that's only if I have any more points to add. Thank you for reading and I hope you have an awesome day!

Edit: fixed some grammar mistakes and added some more points

[jaskierswolf]

The Witcher’s Companion pt.2/6

(Other parts are on my pinned masterlist/AO3)

Geralt hadn’t been paying much attention to where he was going. He’d just been following the path, his last contract had paid well and if he was lucky then he would even managed to stop by the whore house next time he reached a town. It wasn’t until he heard someone shouting his name that he even realised where he was.

Lettenhove Castle.

He hadn’t been back since the fiend. He scowled as a boy came running up the path with a sword strapped to his waist and a lute on his back.

“Geralt!” The boy cried.

Geralt couldn’t stop the small smile on his face. He would recognise those bright eyes anywhere.

Julian.

He was taller than the last time Geralt had seen him, and he’d certainly filled out, but he was still a boy.

Geralt dismounted Roach and went to greet the young lad. “Julian.” He nodded.

“I can’t believe you came back!” Julian beamed up at him. “You haven’t change a bit!”

Geralt shrugged. “Didn’t mean to, and the mutations do wonders for wrinkles.”

Julian visibly deflated. “You didn’t mean to, no of course you didn’t. Why would you?”

“Julian.”

“Save it, Geralt.” The boy muttered. “You are not welcome here. My mother would release the dogs if she saw you.”

“And your father?” Geralt crossed his arms.

“Dead.” Julian didn’t sound particularly bothered by that fact. It must have happened a few years ago.  “Last winter. He got sick, never got better.”

Geralt frowned. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Julian spun round to peer at him again. Those brilliant cool blue eyes watching him fiercely. “Why are you here, Geralt?”

Geralt raised his chin. “I was in the area.”

Julian scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Oh sure. He was in the area. Fucking witcher.”

“I’ve offended you.” Geralt raised an eyebrow.

“Years! Geralt! I’ve been throwing myself into training and studying and anything I can think of that will prepare me to travel with you for years!” Julian prodded his chest. “And you weren’t even going to come back!”

Geralt frowned. “How many years has it been?” He asked. “You’re still a boy.”

“I” Julian announced with wide arms. “am the Viscount de Lettenhove!”

Geralt rolled his eyes. “How many years, Julian?”

“It’s been five years, I’m thirteen, in case you were wondering.”

He was.

“And it’s not been easy either. I had to find excuses that weren’t witchery for every single thing that I learned.” Julian pouted. “And you just forgot about me.”

Geralt scowled. He hadn’t forgotten per se. It was just that he’d been busy. He hadn’t even been back to Kaer Morhen for the last two winters. There had been an unusual spike in monsters just before winter each year. He’d sent word to Vesemir this year, worried that a pattern might be occurring. The old witcher suggested that either the monsters were beginning to evolve, or someone was helping them out during the winter months.

Eskel hadn’t been able to return to the keep either, Geralt had met up with his friend outside Vizima. Eskel had looked as exhausted as he felt. Neither of them had managed to have a proper break in two years and they were starting to feel it.

Perhaps Vesemir’s theory about a mage or sorcerer making trouble wasn’t too far off. Tired witchers got killed more easily. Preventing them from returning to their homes for winter would, in the long term, be fatal. He would have to see if he could track down the source of the spikes. He desperately needed to rest this winter, or next winter at the least.

He looked back down at the boy in front of him. He was pouting with one hand on his hips, his brown hair had grown out since Geralt had last seen him and now covered his ears, his fringe falling in front of his cornflower blue eyes. Geralt’s gaze fell on the sword at the young viscount’s hip.

He drew his sword from his back and pointed at the boy’s chest. His eyes widened and he stumbled back a few steps.

“Geralt? What, what are you doing?” He stammered.

Geralt smirked. “You’ve been training?”

“Yes.” Julian gulped, a faint blush on his cheeks.

“Go on, draw your sword, prove it.” Geralt swished his own sword through the air lazily and shifted into a sparring stance.

“My mother will have your head, witcher!” Julian snapped but fumbled to draw his sword.

“If there had been bandits on the path, you would be dead already.” Geralt chided.

Julian rolled his eyes and lunged in for an attack. Geralt parried the blow easily, he could have dodged but there was no point. He used the parry to pull Julian’s sword from his grip. “You’re holding your sword wrong. No wonder you can’t keep hold of it.”

Julian yelped as Geralt spun round and pulled Julian to his chest, holding his sword to his neck. “Dead.”

“I wasn’t ready!” The boy protested.

“Monsters don’t care if you’re ready. Again!” He pushed Julian away.

Julian scrambled to find his sword on the ground. “Geralt we need to move away from the house. My mother—”

Geralt sighed and sheathed his sword. “There’s a clearing nearby, next to the river. Make your excuses and meet me there in an hour.”

Julian’s face lit up. “Oh thank you! You won’t regret it.”

“Only for this afternoon.” Geralt said firmly. “You’re still too young to come with me.”

Julian’s face dropped. “Geralt!” He whined.

“One hour.” He gave Roach a quick stroke on her muzzle before mounting. The hour would give him time to meditate and eat. He was tired and could do with the rest.

He spurred Roach on and galloped back down the path before veering off into the woods. He had to slow to a canter as he darted through the trees, ducking under the branches. He focussed his senses to scout the area for monsters or wolves but the woods were silent, only the sound of the wind whistling through the trees. There was a faint smell of a bear but the beast must have moved off. He reached the clearing and hopped off Roach, leaving her loose so she could graze the area.

Geralt took the opportunity to wash up in the river. He hadn’t managed to have a proper bath in a while, another thing to do when he reached the next town. Baths and whores. Not a bad way to spend the evening.

So why was he waiting for a thirteen year old boy in the middle of a clearing?

The kid had a good heart, he’d been kind to Geralt all those years ago. That was why. Geralt was just returning the favour. Perhaps once the boy’s mother passed he would have a friend in the Viscount and somewhere warm to stay in the castle. It always helped to know where he could rely on help. So far his best bet away from Kaer Morhen was Nenneke at the temple of Melitele and that could be weeks away, not much good if he got injured on the wrong side of the continent. Lettenhove could make a good base for the witchers if he managed to befriend Julian now.

He finished washing and pulled on his clothes. The water was icy cold, even in the spring, but it hadn’t bothered him. He searched Roach’s bags for something to eat and then sat down on the grass to watch the river flow as he ate.

The sun began to set before Geralt realised how much time had passed. He felt the cool evening breeze brush against his face and he opened his eyes, instantly scowling around he clearing. He sniffed as he got to his feet. There was no sign of Julian and it had certainly been more than an hour, judging by the sun it had been almost three.

He left Roach by the river and slowly made his way back towards the castle on foot. It wasn’t far and this way he was less likely to knock the boy off his feet. He was almost back at the castle when he spotted Julian running through the doors. He had a bow on his back and his sword around his waist.

Geralt stayed hidden in the trees as the boy scampered past him. He smirked and spun round, hitting Julian with a weak Aard spell. It was enough to push Julian forward but not enough to knock him to the ground. Geralt drew his sword and shifted his stance.

“You’re late, Julian.” He called as Julian twirled round already drawing his sword.

Good. He was learning already.

“Mother!” Julian rolled his eyes. “She wouldn’t let me out of her sight. I think she knew I was up to something.”

His grip was still wrong and Geralt flicked his wrist as he had before to disarm the boy. The sword went flying and Geralt laughed.

“Bollocks!” Julian stamped his foot and then squeaked as Geralt lunged for him. This time the boy rolled into a dodge and picked up his sword, raising it above his head before Geralt’s blow could hit. “Ha!” He grinned.

Geralt hummed and nodded. “Good.” He sheathed his sword and gestured for Julian to come closer. “Let’s sort out that grip.”

“But Master Rhindon—”

“Is wrong. Come here.” Geralt said firmly. “If we don’t correct that now you’ll be stuck with the habit for life, and that won’t be a long life.”

Julian pouted but stepped forward. Geralt gently adjusted his grip on the sword. “Like that. Do you know any sequences?”

Julian nodded.

Geralt gestured for Julian to show him. The boy stuck his tongue out as he began to step through a defence sequence with his sword. His gripped shifted back within two moves and Geralt pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned. “Grip!” He barked.

Julian almost dropped the sword but adjusted his grip, wrong. Geralt rolled his eyes. It was going to take some time to break that habit. “We’ll go to the river. You’ll be late home.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Julian glared up at him petulantly. “Mother thinks I’m in bed.”

Geralt nodded. “I’ll stay a week to train you in exchange for food, deal?”

Julian grinned and held out his hand. “Deal!”

Geralt scoffed but shook the boy’s hand. “You’ve got a lot to learn.”

Julian nodded. “I know.”

Geralt smiled at Julian’s admittance. It was a good sign. Yes, the boy was undoubtedly stubborn, but Geralt could hardly blame him for that. In his eyes a bit of stubbornness was good for the soul, and Julian had a good soul. It was why he was taking the time to train him, even if Julian changed his mind about coming with Geralt at least Geralt would know that he’d done his best to ensure the young viscount could defend himself. There would inevitably be duels or assassinations. There always was with nobility, plus it made a change from killing monsters for coin.

They reached the clearing, Roach was thankfully still grazing near the river, and continued training. They trained until well after dark. Julian had protested once they sun had set completely but Geralt insisted that it was good to learn to fight without relying on his eyesight.

“You never know when it could be taken from you.” Geralt grunted.

Julian whined but to his credit kept going.

He improved quickly, even landing a blow on Geralt’s shoulder when he’d been distracted by the sound of leaves crunching nearby. Julian had instantly dropped his sword to make sure he hadn’t actually hurt Geralt. The blow hadn’t even cut his armour but it would probably bruise.

Which meant the sword was shit. A witcher’s sword would have at least left a scratch.

“You need a new sword.” Geralt grumbled.

“Master Rhindon says—”

“Master Rhindon knows shit all.” Geralt growled. “By the end of the week you’ll be a better swordsman than that so called master.”

Julian stifled a yawn but he couldn’t hide it from Geralt’s enhanced senses, not even in the dark. Geralt glanced up at the moon. They’d been training half the night. He hummed and sheathed his sword. He scooped up Julian and dumped him into Roach’s saddle.

“What, Geralt?” Julian cried.

“I’m taking you home. It’s late.” Geralt grumbled and led his mare by the reins back to the castle.

Julian fell asleep in the saddle on the short journey back. Geralt rolled his eyes and shook the boy awake before helping him back to the ground. Julian yawned and rubbed his eyes.

“After breakfast. I’ll be waiting.” Geralt muttered.

To his surprise the young viscount hugged him. He awkwardly patted the boy on the head before pushing him towards the house.

“Thank you, Geralt. I’ll make you proud!”

Geralt allowed himself to smile as the boy ran to the house. He was already proud, not that he would ever admit it to the boy.

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[bookwyrminspiration]

Queerplatonic Tam x Dex??

They both are characters that kind of get pushed to the side and they both have something against the council. Imagine Tam spending hours with Dex watching him build his fancy tech stuff while they talk about life. Imagine Tam showing Dex skills he learned at exillium. IMAGINE QP TAM AND DEX BECAUSE THEY COULD BE PRETTY CUTE

—Mossy

you seem very enthusiastic about this concept!! and I will admit that I am intrigued by the prospect of their supposed similarities that you've shared, though you do deviate into aspects of their interactions not founded in canon and as such I advise that if you are looking for very fluffy headcanons there are many people in the fandom who would be excellent at doing so! However, right now you are on my blog and I do a lot less of that, so just keep that in mind when reading further that it's not because I don't like the idea but because i'm looking at it differently

you mentioned that they both get pushed to the side, so I'm going to start there in terms of comparing the two of them. I think it's interesting how some of the most influential parts they've played within the story have both happened off page until the moment actually came to fruition, though there were a few scattered interactions serving as hints so the story would actually feel cohesive. In this instance I'm referring to the ability restrictor that Dex built in Everblaze and Tam being the key to the change within Keefe in Legacy. They both had a sort of vague alluding to information they had and things they were doing, but we didn't see a whole lot of the actual process until it was fully in motion--Dex putting the ability restrictor on Sophie, and Tam contributing to changing Keefe in Loamnore

(side tangent. was curious what the name meaning was for Loamnore and if I've interpreted it correctly, Shannon made the name by combining two other words: loam and nore. Loam you may have heard more frequently, which means a "fertile soil of sand and clay containing humus," essentially relating it to the city being underground. And then nore, which can apparently mean tunnel/channel--couldn't find as many sources for that one, but there was at least one. So combining that, Loamnore is a descriptor for what the city is. It's a channel of dirt. the more you know)

but back to Dex and Tam. They've both been undervalued and underappreciated throughout their lives, considering Dex is the son of a bad match and Tam is a shade/twin. They've never really been accepted except by very specific people who ignore those stigmas (happens to be the same people for the two of them). They could bond over that, their shared understanding of what it means to grow up in a world that hates them for something outside of their control and that doesn't really matter at all. They've had harsh judgements following them from the day they were born, something they can't escape even now.

I do think their overall demeanors are interesting in how they vary from each other. Dex is confident and approach situations clearly, determined, intent driving him through as he finds his way. Tam is wary, holds back, assesses things and leaves them be as much as he can. And if he does meddle, he does so on his own and secretively. They're opposites in that regard, a good balance for each other. Dex would be willing to make a move while Tam is there at his side picking up the things Dex overlooks and making sure nothing is missed, that they're safe.

they cover where the other would falter, which is wonderful to have in a pairing. So essentially I think they have a lot of potential as queerplatonic partners!! They have a foundation that could be very steady should they give it the attention it needs, which could build into a qpr with all the cute moments you seem excited by

[rainbowcaleb]

end of the campaign thoughts, not salty, but a little bittersweet.

okay I'm still ~processing~ and probably will forever and always, and I'm fresh off the rebroadcast and I think I figured out how to vocalize what was nagging on me about the end of Essek's arc (and Shadowgast).

Yes I think it's beautiful. Yes I adore the qpr and demi rep. Yes I think the poetic longing and lifespan angst feels very 'them'. They are two traumatized guilt-ridden individuals who need the time (ah, a reoccurring theme for them) to recover, to grow, to find whatever stability they can. Together and apart.

I never wanted an on-screen kiss, I didn't think it would happen in this arc, and I don't think its "required" for a relationship. And I'm very glad Essek wasn't alone in the north for too long, and that Caleb joined him for their Aeor adventure.

The thing I wish the most was that the end of Caleb's arc had been rephrased and summarized slightly differently (which I do acknowledge is a sort of impossible ask for an improv show). I feel like with the others it was left a little more open. The characters gave us a direction, a path, but not the end. We can imagine all the happy moments and wild adventures between Now and Death.

but with Caleb I feel like we got an outline "here is what he does as the next step, and the next, and then this is how he ends his story" and skipping some of the moments in between.

The lifespan angst..... I understand, I really do, but it does hurt a little to hear all the time Caleb and Essek spend together, however long that was, summarized into a sentence. I will always be a bigger fan of epilogues that allow for a sandbox to play in, to imagine, to guess happily at what may happen next. Does it make sense for Caleb to make those choices? Yes. Does it make sense for him to eventually leave the unchanging elf Essek and end his human days in his own terms? Yes.

but but- gosh, do I wish the epilogue summary had ended with an Aeor adventure and a glimpse at the future, rather than to have the high end with a low. I wanted that sentence ("Caleb and Essek, to be togheter-") to end there, and to leave it to the audience to guess at what would be next.

bittersweet, utterly bittersweet and beautiful, but so sad.

ALSO-

a slight change in subject but related. I do wish it had been just a tad more clear in-text on screen. I 100% interpreted "to be together" as a relationship, but I know others didn't. The disk horse has been loud and angry for 24 hours and will likely continue.

As a Critter who came in late and didn't watch C1 live, there were many things I ended up googling on my own, or reading youtube comments for clarification. What happens to the fan who is watching C2 a year from now, and they get to the end? Will they understand that in the end Caleb and Essek chose each other and stayed each other? Will they get that from context, unambiguously?

The word of god tweets are deeply deeply appreciated by me, but for future viewers they won't have that context. And I think that context is important and necessary; it sure helped me process the ending better and in a more fulfilling way. I worry how the ending stands alone without those additional tweets.

anyways.

I'm grieving the end of this campaign and also celebrating the end of this campaign. If you need me, I'll be writing some AUs to cope. <3