we should bring back the supernatural fandom somehow having an extremely specific gif for literally every occasion though
i know you guys are still out there. i know you still have your .gif folders. don't pretend you're not.
you. you get it.
I'm disabled, I'm queer and I'm a monsterfucker. I want to see if there's a correlation between these things. (You can be an asexual monsterlover, I'm just using monsterfucker as a catchall)
"It was the only way to save you."
Jaskier glares at him, “You are an asshole, Geralt of Rivia! You don't get to sweet-talk your way out of this, not this time!” Next to him, the witcher smiles.
“Are you telling me you wouldn't have done exactly the same if you were in my place?”
Jaskier gasps at the witcher, open mouthed and clearly stuck between feeling offended and getting caught. “Of course I would save you too, you buffoon, don't ever question that, but that doesn't mean you can-”
“I'd do it again. Every single time.”
“Were you even listening? Geralt, I don't want you to give up your life for me!”
“I'd do anything to protect you.”
“What? No! That's the exact opposite of-”
“I love you so much, Julek.”
Jaskier freezes, eyes wide and watery. Geralt only started calling him Julek after their wedding, because he had wanted a nickname that was just for them. Hearing him say it now, with the exact same tone of voice he always used makes Jaskier ring for his next breath. “You remember?”
Geralt chuckles at the late realization, “You found your peace.”
“But- But I'm still angry with you!” Jaskier stutters, not really knowing why he would argue against it in the first place. Somehow a happy ending to this fucking mess seemed so far out of reach that Jaskier can't believe it's true.
“Yeah but,” Geralt gently takes hold of the bards face and caresses his cheek with his thumb, “You'd do the same for me.”
Jaskier's shoulders slump down at once. His eyes go unbelievably soft as he looks at his husband and sighs. “I would, gods help me, I would,” he mumbles and pulls Geralt into the softest of kisses.
“I love you.”
“I love you as well.”
...
Behind Jaskier a flickering portal opens and a collective of concerned voices echoes through. The bard's hands are shaking as he holds one out to Geralt.
“how could you have forgotten that” i forget Everything. unless i remember
"how can you remember that" I remember Everything. unless I forget
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"What really happened to me?" Geralt asks, his voice so deliberately neutral it makes Jaskier sick. Black dots dance across his field of vision. It's getting harder to breathe.
"You asked me to do it. And I didn't want to, of course I didn't want to,” he gasps, “but you told me you'd be fine- You promised- Geralt, you promi-” Jaskier's head falls to the side and hits the ground.
You see, the bard muses, the funny thing about time traveling is that it is very similar to passing out. Jumping through time is as easy as falling unconscious – you don't really have to think about it to do so and the more often it happens the better you get at not hitting your head. The catch though – because even if you're not literally caught there's always a catch, isn't it – is that no matter how many times it happens to you, waking up is always incredibly disorienting. So Jaskier can't really be blamed when he wakes up with his head in Geralt's lap and for a moment thinks that everything is alright again, that they're on the Path, camping somewhere out in the woods waiting for Ciri to join them.
Reality has never been that forgiving, so when the familiar wooziness leaves him it takes Jaskier's wishes and dreams with it. He gratefully accepts the waterskin that Geralt hands him after helping him sit up again and drains it in one go, before solemnly apologizing for passing out on the witcher mid conversation. Geralt doesn't say much at first, but Jaskier can see that there's a lot on the witcher's mind.
The silence between them is uncomfortably heavy and Jaskier can't stand it. Just as he's about to open his mouth Geralt finds his voice again. “It was blood magic.”
Their eyes meet. Geralt's golden orbs dark, almost angry and Jaskier's blue full of surprise. He remembered more. “It was a trap,” Jaskier fills the space in Geralt's thoughts. “The sorcerer was already dead, but Ciri wanted us to look for an artifact she needed. We- We thought it was safe. Good riddance, the place was already dusted over!”
“It made us careless,” Geralt adds, looking lost in his thoughts.
“It was my fault,” Jaskier says, full of anger. “I activated the curse, because I wasn't paying attention, but you-” His eyes met Geralt's again and he shook of anger and despair. “You told me not to worry! You told me you knew what you were doing, that I just had to trust you! And I did, I bloody fucking did because the walls were caving in around us and I was so fucking scared we wouldn't make it this time and I thought I would be fine with it, I thought if I died by your side it would be alright, but I just couldn't stop thinking about Ciri, about Yennefer, about your brothers, our family waiting for us to come home just to be frightened more and more every day we didn't show and I-” He gasps, ringing for breath as his body continues to shake uncontrollably.
“I stabbed you, Geralt. I put a knife through your chest, because you promised me it'd be fine. And I believed you, because you are the love of my life and I trust you to keep us safe.”
Geralt is silent, tears rolling down his cheeks as he looks at Jaskier like he's the center of his world.
"I love you."
"It was the only way to save you."
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Only two more parts 👀
Sooooo for the next story I was thinking you will have to navigate Jaskier through the wilderness to find Kaer Morhen? Eat the berries, Jaskier, it will be fiiiine, Jaskier. (possibly with someone in tow? Ciri, or Aiden? Or maybe a witcher turned into a child? 🤔🤔)
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BITCH
WHEN I SEE ONE
This is a marigold:
This is a peony:
And this is a bitch
The thing about the D&D movie which is absolutely genius is that the game mechanics basically insulate them against any of the most frustratingly fun sucking movie criticisms. “But why were the guards looking the wrong way?” Failed their perception check. “Why did the spell stop RIGHT before they would have died” Dropped concentration. It gets to be dumb and fun anyone that TRIES to be the plot hole police gets ever increasingly obscure D&D rulebooks thrown down in front of them and called a fake nerd. There's NOTHING those type of guys hate more than being a fake nerd. This movie is untouchable.
One time a DM let me play a Venom inspired character where I played the host and my long distance girlfriend played the symbiotic alien. How we did this was set up a discord call where she could hear everything said at the table but I had one head phone in my ear and only I could hear what she was saying and if I wanted to respond I had to speak out loud.
That was fun.
So D&D black dragons are supposed to live in swamps, right? Pretty amphibious, live in swamps, lair in...
caves. With a main entrance and a back entrance.
In swamps.
I really have trouble with the idea that there's these dragon-sized caves in an area with such a high water table, y'know? We have to go through miles of swamp to reach this lair, it's not one little boggy place in a mountain valley otherwise filled with nice caves. And the cave has to have two entrances, too? I can believe in dragons, but not this geology.
So... maybe it's not geology. Because a lair in a marshy place with exacting design specifications sounds a lot like a totally natural thing --
A beaver lodge.
So now I have this new image of black dragons industriously gnawing down giant trees to construct their mighty swamp lairs, and I am so much happier.
He's building his lodge.
To anyone worried about this eliminating the fear factor, don't worry; instead, imagine a lair full of sharp spikes formed from logs. Imagine previous, less fortunate treasure-hunters, dragonslayers, etc. being impaled on those spikes for your party to see.
That's brilliant! I'd done a dragon with shrike behavior in my game before, but it was a red dragon. I had the wrong species. We do know that black dragons like to let their food decompose a bit before tucking in. So they put in on a meat hook for a while.
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writing-prompt-s
We are the Pride Knights, and this is our battle cry
No enemy can shake us, as hard as they can try
There’s a fire in our eyes that no hatred can kill
A passion in our hearts that’s as strong as our will
To our fellow queers who fight their battles on their own
We promise to fight with you, you are never alone
To our fellow queers who have fallen with the pain
We thank you for your courage, your fight is not in vain
We are defenders of the right to be proud of who you are
To love who you love and to accept every scar
We are your knights, protectors of our pride
Together we stand, together we ride
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