Saint Sebastian Healed by an Angel – Theodor Rombouts // Apotheosis of Saint Sebastian – Sebastiano Ricci // Dark Bird – Jake Wesley Rogers
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Saint Sebastian Healed by an Angel – Theodor Rombouts // Apotheosis of Saint Sebastian – Sebastiano Ricci // Dark Bird – Jake Wesley Rogers
Dark Bird // Jake Wesley Rogers
Hello!! I still need to read the second part of the dark bird series, but you mentioned that you'd like to talk about the series more and I'd love to hear you talk about it. It's such an amazing story!
Like, how did you decide when Geralt would jump back/forward in time? How did you plan the fic? (And what happened that one time when Geralt jumped back to young Julian and was feeling so guilty bc Jaskier had gotten badly hur?)
Aww thank you so much for asking about it! You are showering me with lovely comments lately and it's doing wonders to my ego! <3
A lot of the jumping back and forth is based on the movie where Clare has known Henry her whole life but Henry only started going back to her childhood after their first meeting in real time. Most of the planning happened on one evening in January, but the story kept growing longer so I wanted to split it into two. Looking back I can see how much my writing has changed in these months in this story alone, and I'm so glad the story is with me through my journey in this fandom. <3
I think the problem with writing slowly is the lack of motivation. I've known every step of the story, where it goes, where it ends, for more than half a year, and I've tossed and turned with the same ideas for so long. In a way, I've experienced all Geralt and Jaskier's ups and downs and sweat and tears so many times that there's no point in putting it down on paper anymore if it's just for myself. Although talking to people and having people asking about it really helps. Thanks again, my dear! <3
That one scene in the first chapter where Jaskier gets jealous of Geralt's husband is another result of stealing paying homage to the original story. I found that scene in the movie so adorable I had to add it here. Jaskier getting hurt follows the wedding chapter, which I plan on writing after finishing the lying spell fic. This whole story deals with the helplessness of knowing your loved one will get hurt but being unable to stop it. But what if Geralt wanted to prevent Jaskier from getting hurt, just this once in his life, and made it worse? Hmm and how would the guilt affect him and their relationship?
The Dark Bird series is the longest thing I've written in my life and I still have such a soft spot for it. Any attention people give it warms my heart and reminds me why I love it so much! <3
You've mentioned Dark Ravenclaw going really bad. What does that look like? I need inspiration! /s
The best archetype of the Dark Ravenclaw / Dark Bird is the Conspiracy Theorist.
Because they haven’t fallen. They still totally trust their own ability to get to the truth. They still trust their systems. But their systems are getting weird, corrupting and building out in odd directions, because they’re getting into places where the data they’re taking in is highly selective, and highly curated.
Pseudoscience feels really Dark Bird to me. Mediums, psychics, cult leaders (especially the ones who truly believe their own hype) feel like Dark Birds.
And since a lot of science fiction writers are (not surprisingly) Bird Primaries... when they go off the rails they go off the rails.
(yes I am thinking of the honest-to-god wizard duel between Alan Moore and Grant Morrison, and their two different home-brewed magic systems...)
I’m really invested in this show, and I’m highly anticipating the next season.
You’d think I’d remember their names.
BIRD
All the flaws got my face stamped to be someone to hold.
Lying down on sheer sheets, up to rumpled comfort, churning out wetter ways to go on.
Cracking no good among and inner a seat at the curtains.
Tastes bold to light joy, dream and an watered, clean-cut, dissed black bird self.
Truth comes gathering all my flaws... to teach me how to be someone to hold.