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[ourflagmeansgayrights]

Okay but I have to ask: what is "That One Fic" and how did it have Ed break the no-killing rule??

oh here’s all my posts abt this fic if but basically at the beginning of the fic ed was having them raid ships full of immigrants to sell into slavery and he would have his crew pick one of the kidnapped people who looked the most like stede to bring to his cabin and where he would cry and ask them to hug him and then he’d kill them. he did this with a few people.

[itlivesproject]

I went to the FAQs but the release schedule hasn't been updated! I'm trying to resist playing the new chapters until the game is complete, because I know it'll drive me up a wall, but do you have even a rough estimate of the timeframe?

The updated release schedule isn't on the FAQ but on the pinned post, under "other". Nevertheless, here it is

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

It's far from September but is that prompt list still okay? If so, is it okay to request #19, “I would know him in death, at the end of the world," for Geralt and Jaskier?

I reblogged that prompt list again just a couple days ago, so of course! I know it says “September” but time is a material construct, we’re in the middle of a plague, and goddammit I like that prompt list. Here it is, by the way, for anyone else who wants to prompt me!

This prompt is absolutely heartbreaking but we’re gonna see if I can’t wrangle a happy ending out of it.

“I’ll see you in autumn,” Jaskier had said. “I’ll see you when the leaves turn.”

That was how it went. Autumn was their time. Spring was when all the monsters that went into hibernation woke up and wreaked havoc, starving, and spring was when all the nobles had coming out parties for their children and royal courts had banquets again. Summer was breeding season, and then, later, the season to take Ciri to Yennefer, and all the courts had weddings. And winter was time to hunker down, in Oxenfurt or a royal court, teaching or playing, while Geralt took Ciri to Kaer Morhen and trained her in Witcher ways.

But autumn was when he traveled with Jaskier.

Not that he didn’t often see the bard at other times. But it was more of a meeting, it wasn’t being together, traveling properly. Autumn was when the air grew a bit cooler and Jaskier walked the road talking about “returning to his humble roots” and seeing “how the common folk were doing” so that he could get “real inspiration” again.

I’ll see you when the leaves turn.

Now it is autumn, and there is no sign of Jaskier.

Courts have seen him, but not in weeks. His students and fellow professors at Oxenfurt aren’t expecting him until the snowfall is heavy and constant.

He tries every haunt that he can think of. Jaskier’s never failed to keep a promise before. I’ll see you in autumn. Every autumn, without fail, they find each other. Jaskier makes his presence loud and unavoidable, all but shouts his location from the rooftops, and Geralt finds him. Or, sometimes, Jaskier finds him, following the trail of monster guts and rumors. But they find each other, and this year...

This year Jaskier is nowhere. Like a ghost.

At last, he goes to Yennefer.

“Find him.” He doesn’t care if he’d begging. Jaskier would never disappear like this. Jaskier keeps his promises. I’ll see you when the leaves turn. “Find him.”

The leaves have turned, the air has chilled, autumn is nigh. Children are carving into pumpkins and making masks to hang from the eaves of their house, to scare away the fey that are said to walk the misty nights this time of year. And the air around him is silent, because there is no bard to fill it.

It takes Yennefer three days.

Her face, when she’s finished, makes Geralt’s blood cold. He’s never ridden Roach so hard before, never felt fear like this. He rides until he reaches what feels like the end of the world, cuts a swath of blood like he hasn’t dared since Blaviken, the fear beating through his veins like the hot poison of his potions.

Yennefer will always take care of herself, and he would feel it if she was in trouble. He would feel if it was Ciri. But he isn’t bound to Jaskier by destiny, he can’t feel him, and so Jaskier was hurt, he was taken, and Geralt didn’t know, Geralt didn’t stop it, and if he loses him--

I was supposed to see him in autumn.

Triss is a better healer than Yennefer. Yennefer is fire and storm and lightning. Yennefer is chaos. Triss is plants, and light, and soft, warm blankets. Triss is life.

Geralt watches as she works, smooths her hands over Jaskier’s chest, his forehead, the eyes pressed closed in magical sleep.

“He might not remember you,” Triss admits. “He might not remember anything.”

“Why. How.”

“Sometimes when you try and force a lock open, you end up destroying the whole door.”

She doesn’t say it was because of him. The White Wolf. She doesn’t say they wanted Jaskier to get to Geralt. After all, Jaskier’s pissed off plenty of husbands over the years (and wives, and siblings, and parents, and lovers, and...) but Geralt just - he knows. He is the Witcher. He is bound to the most powerful sorceress in the land and is friends with half a dozen more. His daughter is the Lion Cub of Cintra. They tried to get into Jaskier’s mind, tried to use him to find Geralt.

And Jaskier - stubborn, spiteful, vibrant, defiant Jaskier - decided to be broken instead of bending.

Triss forces some food on him. Gently drags him into the bath. Washes his clothes. “If you stink like death and look like a skeleton when he wakes, he’ll be very angry with you.”

“I thought you said he might not know me.”

“Then you’d better make a good first impression.”

Days slide by. Yennefer brings Ciri, the two of them stepping through a portal. They only stay a day, but Ciri braids his hair and Yennefer promises to stop by Aretuza, see if there’s anything in the library there that will help. Ciri sings a couple of Jaskier’s lullabies, the ones he wrote for her to help with her nightmares, and Geralt leaves the room, stands outside the door, because he can’t look at Jaskier’s still and silent form while listening to his songs.

The leaves will be all gone soon. Withered and brown, crushed underfoot. The air will bring frost.

On the seventh day, Jaskier’s eyes open.

Triss is absent, gathering herbs. Ciri and Yen have gone. It’s just him in the room.

He wants to take Jaskier’s hand - wants to press it tight between two of his - but he can’t forget her words. He might not remember you.

Jaskier’s eyes are so very warm, warm as summer even when summer has long since faded. “Where am I?”

His voice is hoarse from lack of use. Geralt fetches him some water and helps him to sit up. “A safe place.” He doesn’t know how much to tell him.

“You might want to give me more detail than that. I’m afraid I can’t remember much.”

Geralt’s had monsters sink their claws into his chest, had one nearly rip out his eye, and none of it hurt like this. “I’ll fetch the healer. She’ll explain.”

He stands and starts to go, but gets barely halfway to the door before Jaskier says, “Geralt?”

He turns back. Jaskier’s looking at him with confusion on his face. “Where are you going? Stay.”

It’s only when he has Jaskier’s hand in his that he realizes he’s crossed back to the bed. “You know me.”

“Of course I know you. I might not remember the last few months but I know you.” Jaskier sounds amused, and puzzled, and terribly fond. “I’d know you in death.” His free hand reaches up, thumb tracing the scar beneath Geralt’s eye. His voice is soft as falling leaves. “At the end of the world.”

Geralt kisses him. It is autumn, and he has Jaskier.

[gothiccharmschool]

I need help! I play a fashion game on my phone, right, and my 7 yo has made it v clear that her favorite "looks" are the darkly dramatic, romantic ones: black roses, black lace, black gauze dripping everywhere, the works. She adores the whole aesthetic. So now I'm faced with the question: where DOES one get goth-y clothing for a 2nd grader??? (Ideally that won't break the bank when she grows out of it in like 5 minutes!)

Thrift stores and consignment shops! Look for all the fancy “holiday” type dresses, because there will be a lot of velvet.

Also, depending on what size she is, check the women’s racks at the thrift stores and look for the xx-small sizes. A lot of flowy blouses would work excellently as tunics to be worn with leggings for a 2nd grader. 

[vaspider]

Sorry, but do you by any chance offer your skirts in the new-ish flowery pattern? I couldn't find it on the site but I love that pattern!

This one? :) 

https://nerdykeppie.com/search?type=product&q=floral+skirt

[ludmila-zima-rp]

The woman sits at the bar, alone but not lonely, nursing a glass of wine and casting warm eyes around the room. Human, as far as anyone can tell; tall and leggy, with a profusion of curls and freckles that add to rather than detract from her rich beauty. Her clothes speak of money and restrained taste, soft high-quality fabrics in muted jewel tones. Eyes dance from one patron to another, always coming back to one woman. Finally, with an elegant gesture, she orders a drink to be sent over to her.

She has a champagne flute in her hand, nearly empty, holding the thing with an impossible sort of grace. Her cropped pastel sweater drapes elegantly off one shoulder as she lounges against the bar, and to those who can see through her Mask, the knotwork veins beneath her pale and translucent skin are softly illuminated by the sconces on the wall.

She finishes her champagne just as the drink arrives, and after a short exchange with the bartender, locks eyes with the sender. Quirks her mouth up in a half smile and takes a sip, keeping eye contact for another long moment before finally breaking away to glance around the rest of the room. And flipping her long red hair over her shoulder as she does, another impossibly graceful movement.

Is it enough to grant an introduction, or will she have to resort to more obvious measures?

[happyhealthycats]

Do you have any advice for a cat who consistently does not go in the litter box? It's not that she has no control or doesn't understand the concept of always going in the same place - she just goes NEXT to the litterbox. We've tried cleaning the area with various solutions, changing the type of litter, moving the litter box, all the standard solutions - she just seems to prefer my floor to her nice clean box, and I don't know what to do!

My first and only question will be this - Has she been to the vet? If she hasn’t been to the vet to rule out possible health reasons, absolutely NOTHING you do will work. I’m not kidding when I say 90% of litter box aversion is from a health-related issue that ONLY a vet can rule out, or treat. This may be anything from a short term treatment to long term diet changes, but it MUST be discussed with a vet. And acting quickly is key. The longer it goes without treatment, the more difficult it is to change the action.https://happyhealthycats.tumblr.com/post/171063322095/lets-talk-about-the-litter-boxThis is my write up on litter boxes, and it’s the old one, but this is going to be the best general guideline I can give you.

[whichwitchami]

Trick or treat!

treat!

(at least I think so)

go to this link to make a sick child feel rad this halloween!