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[vignettestcnemcss-blog]

random starter for @rycroft-philo

Carnival Row had been turned into a fucking holding pen for the Faerish. Not that anyone needed to be told that. Figuring out where people could go and what it meant had not been easy, and Vignette had somehow ended up near the center of that, the training she’d gained from being a Sparrowhawk pushing her to help, and knowing how to settle disputes with unhappy people, though sometimes it did really take punching someone to get them to shut the hell up. Between that, dealing with Afissa finding her in a panic, and hoping Fleury would be alright after getting shot, it felt like she’d not had time to breathe. 

No one really knew why this had happened, but as news spread that the Chancellor had died, and his son, Jonah, was calling the shots, as well as how the man had died (or at least supposedly) it became clear that the Faerish were just waiting to be slaughtered. Good at hiding her rage when dealing with people, Vignette had pushed her thoughts on that aside. She was going to have to find ways for them to get out of the Burge. All that work, and all to be locked up with her wings essentially clipped! 

It was late when she finally returned to the Tatterby, turned into a sort of hub, it seemed. She hadn’t been approached by The Black Raven, but she expected Dahlia to find her at some point. Technically she knew she should go find her boss, but she didn’t have the energy, this was a different thing than taking lots and outrunning leggers. She’d been here before, only never at the heart of a city, never where she didn’t know the way out. The Black Raven might be their only way to survive this, but she didn’t think they’d be doing more than bunkering down and battening the hatches until tomorrow. 

She found Tourmaline’s room quite empty, not really a surprise when taken into account her friend was hurt. She paused to eye the door a moment before sighing and moving towards a corner of the room, deciding that if she was needed, someone would find her. She pulled out a small object wrapped in silver, fingers exhaustedly playing over it as she tucked herself against the wall under a window. Things always seemed to change so quickly, she had hoped there would be some semblance of... peace here in the Burge. Apparently not.

[jvskier]

@witchered​ said: ❝ your will to live is strong. ❞

       lips curl into a grin. jaskier leans a little closer before speaking.  “  i do rather enjoy being alive,   ”   he  says  ,  eyes  drifting  up  in  an  exaggerated  gesture  of  being  lost in thought.   “  besides,  ”   he starts again. grinning  ,  still  ,  but his tone switches to a more serious note.  “  what have i really done, geralt?  ”   the name rolls off his tongue with a newfound fondness. gray eyes fix themselves on an amber pair.   “  i’ve got so much to live for.  ”  shoulders shrug.  “  so many places to see and people to meet,  ”  he muses.  “  songs to write,  ”  he adds , eyes lighting up momentarily in amusement. right now , he’s so far from where he pictured he would go when he set off to travel the world. hasn’t been at it too long , sure. but his determination does not falter. and he has to believe that his story has only just begun. has to.

“  and what about you?  ”  he asks after a short pause , eyes still fixed. attentive.  “  what exactly fuels your will to live?  ”  

the witcher (show) starters  –  accepting

[vignettestcnemcss-blog]

me having a half-cocked idea for @rycroft-philo :D

With the entire Burghish population of Fae shoved into one neighborhood, it didn’t take longer than a month before food and medicine were critical. Not that that surprised anyone who remembered Tirnanoc under Pact rule, but there were plenty who were not used to those kinds of hardships, and eventually the Chancellor had to relent. There were those humans who couldn’t just stand aside and let all of the fae starve away, though no doubt those in the highest of places wondered if that would just make everyone’s lives easier. 

So humans were allowed onto the Row, protected by the Constabulary and military units. Everyone had been warned to stay peaceful, going after humans bringing in food and supplies was only going to cause an issue, no matter how much fear was circulating. It didn’t help that the Hidden One was still stirring up trouble, but that was hardly Vignette’s issue at the moment. She had been asked by Moira to be at the Tatterby when the human group arrived. She had hoped to be far away, but it seemed Moira would only be comfortable if she and Philo were there. Which was not comforting when he was most definitely supposed to be dead. 

At least the humans wouldn’t be going inside the Tatterby, just setting up shop outside, bringing in boxes and some of them were supposed to cook some warm food, though if that was actually going to happen, Vignette would be surprised. The humans looked jumpy, as she leaned by the doorway, watching the humans, each of them nervous, even the soldiers. As if the Fae were uncivilized. She was tempted to bare her teeth, but being specifically antagonistic was a very bad idea, and she knew it. Like in Tirnanoc with the Pact, stay quiet, stay calm don’t bring attention to yourself. 

Or at least that was the mantra she was telling herself. Meanwhile, a relatively young woman had come in with the main group, carrying boxes of food and other supplies, her gaze flicking about for someone. Portia Fyfe had decided to come and see for herself what had happened to the Fae, and she was looking for someone, in particular, having heard from the Constabulary that he had been released... but there was no actual record of his death. She spotted him further away from the group and after dropping her box headed towards him. “Mr. Philostrate, Philo!” Vignette’s head snapped towards where she knew Philo had been lurking seeing a pretty brunette woman, taller than herself with long brown hair. Middle-class, lower, if she was an estimate of things. How did she know Philo?

She started to move closer as if just moving around the humans who had yet to relinquish the boxes and tins and things to the Fae. She wasn’t sure what she was seeing, but she watched carefully, blue eyes locked on the pretty brunette. 

[rakereformed]

@knewjoy has requested for an (starter) sketch!

born a restless second son, the very spite of his mother in antics, it was bearing comical how settled the man became when regarding his past nature. whispers among the ton set in stone he would be the bridgerton that never married, a rake on his own right. ( ... ) all he supposed to be needed for was the role of a spare and other than that... he supposed he would live his life at his bachelor loddings, often visiting the family until, one day... well, happily, the future had not agreed with his current point of view - at the time - regarding his own destiny. benedict bridgerton had been gifted the most precious path one could have, the one of unmistakeable falling in love the moment the lady in silver stepped inside his field of vision nearly three years ago; and then history was written, with countless turning of events that all led here. my cottage. no, no... OUR COTTAGE. the amount of paperwork involved in renaming an ancestral property had all been worth it every single time his wife smiled at it. one simple gesture, a carved in proof of his endless love for sophie maria bridgerton for eternity.

marital bliss was even better than he had first imagined, although anything would be beyond expectations when sharing a life with his wife. they settled in just fine, despite the amount of time he spent dragging his wife away from performing cleaning duties around the house, or so he'd say. though it didn't take long for a child of their own to arrive, finally turning the married couple into a proper family. benedict, every now and then, felt as if he would one day rouse from deep slumber and was welcome into a life where his wife and child were nothing but a fever dream.

gaze frozen in time, carefree smile across lips, silently watching with wonder from the threshold ⸺ there was nothing as pure as watching your entire heart holding the toddler that was the very physical representation of your shared love magnified. charles edmund bridgerton was the most adorable child he had been around, which was definitely biased, hance him and sophie having created such a precious being during their first few months of marriage. watching as the infant began his third crawling attempt between the middle of his mothers legs, the words had flown past benedict bridgerton's lips before he could give it a proper thought. “ as darling as it appears, I fear I'm the only one allowed to crawl in the middle of your mother's legs with a far more interesting purpose, charlie. ”

[ouroborosloop]

unsorted sentence starters  (accepting) ︱ ❛    why are you here ?    ❜  ︱ @strifeblade

"  oh-oh,  do  i  answer  to  you  now?  WELL  sir,  i  was  just  strolling  across  these  beautiful  midgar  streets  until  i  just  stopped  and-  "  the  corsair  breathed  in  the  air  strongly  through  his  nose,  breathing  back  out  with  a  smile.  "  was  enamored  by  the  smell  of  sweet  sweet  pollution...  until  you  interrupted!  "  hiding  his  hand  underneath  his  jacket,  corsair  took  a  light  grab  of  his  gun.  "  now,  why  exactly  are  you  here  ?  "

[jvskier]

@witchered​ said: 🎄 💋 y e e t

jaskier loves a good celebration. it isn’t a banquet hall , but a cintran tavern will do. he’s deliberately placed himself under some mistletoe  ,  half as some sort of amusement for the guests and half of his own selfishness and yearning. voice tires as the night ages , and singing turns into simple strumming. eyes wander the room and he realizes geralt is no longer at his table. he feels disappointment at the sight. that is , until he realizes geralt is in front of him. something in the ferocity of his gaze causes jaskier to stop playing altogether. and he half expects to be knocked upside the head. perhaps told to stop messing around , and when that doesn’t happen there’s a budding apprehension in his chest. apprehension that dissolves just as soon as it arises , dissolves the second he feels lips on his. and it’s a strange sort of soft , despite what he would have imagined or expected. and it does not last long enough for jaskier to come to his senses and do anything but just stand there. 

if he wasn’t so shocked stiff, he would be beating himself up for how his face must be betraying him right now. doesn’t need to see his reflection to know it  –  cheeks are burning and lips remain parted. mind racing at every implication ,  but he knows well enough not to hang on any of them. self-preservation surely matters even now. he takes a heavy breath through his mouth. focuses on the feeling of lungs filling with air. hopes it will steady him , but it does not. he pushes forward all the same , thinking that he might crumble if he has to endure this silence any longer.  “  ah , geralt , um,  ”  he’s stumbling over words. eyes are looking anywhere but at his.  “  are you maybe,  ”  another pause.  “  did you have to much to drink, perhaps?  ”  he finally looks up at the other. a forlorn kind of sympathy in his expression.  “  i – i warned you about that , did i not?  ”  jaskier grins , hoping his nerves do not show through.  “  not very good for the , uh,  ”   another pause.  “  image i’ve worked so hard to build up for you.  ”  

send 🎄 💋 to kiss my muse under the mistletoe!  –  accepting

[jvskier]

@notdeadly​ said:  ❝ please don’t hurt me. i’m lost. ❞

“  oh , no i’m,  ”  he starts, tripping over his words when he sees who has spoken.  “  i’m not going to hurt you.  ”   he raises his hands, palms facing her. a slight grin forms on his lips  –  an attempt to prove his intent.  “  this?  ”  he says , motioning to his back.   “  don’t worry, it’s just a lute. i’ve got no weapons on me,  ”  he adds , though with immediate regret. informing a stranger that you are , in fact , without any weapons might not be in his best interest. he supposes he could just use the lute case as one anyway , if it comes to it. it’d be quite a shame if it does come to it , he thinks. he really does love that lute.

“  lost, though, huh?  ”  he starts again, raising an eyebrow. he takes a few steps forward and lowers his arms, though hands are still held away from his body.  “  where are you heading?  ”  

the witcher (show) starters  –  accepting

[jvskier]

@beastend said:  ❝ love casts long shadows. ❞

“   such wise and gentle words from such a grim looking man,   ”   he replies , regarding the man with squinted eyes. yes , grim is definitely accurate. with sad eyes , as well. he wonders what kind of stories they hold. jaskier doubts they are the kind you would want to hear in a song. tragedies only sell if they aren’t tragedies when the song reaches an end. and this man does not exactly exude an air of resolution.   “  oh , but i have no doubt that you know what you’re talking about. you do look well acquainted with these ‘long shadows’,   ”   he adds , grinning half out of interest and half in an attempt to lighten the conversation.

“   that was good though,   ”   he nods, taking a seat across from him.   “   would you mind if i used that in a song?   ”  

the witcher (show) starters  –  accepting