#Ask Answered

[thedemonofcat]

Vesemir is old. Older than his pups, so you could say he has more experience and knowledge in non-Witcher things. Like love. He fell in love many times, Ilyana. Mignole. And he lost them, in one way or another, but he learned to move on.

So, when geralt comes back after the mountain, angry and brooding, Vesemir knows something is wrong. Something happened between his pup and his bard. So Vesemir sets out and finds Jaskier, hoping to get some insight since geralt sure as shit won’t say anything. And Jaskier is deep in his heartbreak (and a little drunk when Vesemir finds him in oxenfurt), so he spills everything. Not just the mountain, but all the rejections and insults over twenty years, the whole mess with Yennefer. Everything. And how he still loves geralt despite the heartbreak.

And that’s when everything falls into place for Vesemir. So, the next winter geralt comes back to Kaer morhen, he decides to knock some sense into the wolf.

It was a cool evening, the mountain air crisp as it slipped through the cracks in the stone walls of Kaer Morhen.

"I met your bard," Vesemir said to Geralt. The two of them were alone— the other witchers had already gone to bed.

"You met Jaskier?" Geralt asked, surprise creeping into his voice.

"I was in Oxenfurt on a job and happened to run into him," Vesemir replied. "He seemed... less than pleased with you." Vesemir wasn’t one to meddle in others’ affairs, especially when it came to matters of the heart.

But one didn’t live as long as he had without gaining some insight into love.

"We had a fight," Geralt said after a pause. "I said something I shouldn’t have."

"You still care about him, don’t you, Wolf?" Vesemir asked.

Geralt’s voice softened. "I think I care about him more than I can even say. But it’s too late for that now."

Vesemir pushed back his chair and stood. "I wouldn’t be so sure," he said. "That’s the thing about people’s hearts—love has a way of mending even the most broken ones."

[aurora-starshine]

I love Allison's design I really want to see more of her 😭 but I wanted to ask what's her like what type of relationship would she have with riddle I love that she is from England and riddle like just screams British to me too oml I love them both sm if it's not too much can I see Thier dynamic

Their first meeting was... rough. to say the least. That's just what happens when you put two argumentative people in the same room, with completely different social norms drilled into their heads. After the initial shock for each of them, and quite a screaming match where neither would let up. They would eventually calm down to have a more mature conversation. Mostly Riddle taking the task of teaching the queens rules to Allison (As she has been picked on by her dorm-mates for not knowing anything), and Allison informing Riddle of the rules of proper etiquette from her high class family back on earth. They wont admit it at first, but they have a lot in common. from both of them being rigid rule followers, to their strict upbringing, and even how they both turn bright red in the face when they get mad. They are also both at an impasse as to who can win in an argument, as they're... stubborn. both VERY stubborn. Future meetings are carefully planned, to the minute, in a very specific location to have tea and sweets, with a list of planned topics. Some might be concerned that they're egging each other on, but its really just that they enjoy the security, of someone else understanding how important it is to follow rules and hold a schedule.

TLDR: They're a Autistic /OCD x Autistic /OCD Pair, both with that extreme "If I don't do this thing then something bad will happen" mindset

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

i never considered myself a clark girlie until you came along ari

Have some more :)

Having a secret identity was hard. But not as hard as pretending he didn't hear and see some of the things he did, Clark reflected as he watched you slink into the office internally wincing.

Where you crashed last night, it was hard to say. But he knew you weren't at home. Because- well. Home wasn't home anymore. Not since you caught your husband screwing one of his students in your bed.

"You good?" he asked turning around.

"Fine," you chirp. Your smile like a skiff of ice on a pond. Too bright and too brittle. It doesn't reach your red rimmed eyes. And you look wrinkled and rumpled. Like you slept in your clothes, even if they aren't what you wore yesterday.

"Really? because you look like death warmed over," Jimmy cracked.

"Long night," you shrug, "And my iron shorted out."

"That sucks," Clark said, watching you settle into your desk. Keychains clinking and phone clattering. Iced coffee and your water bottle- if he didn't know better everything you just said would be true. But... He can hear your heart racing. And your phone won't stop pinging.

"It really does," you sigh. "But, the show must go on." You take a sip of your iced coffee and a deep breath before you open your emails.

"That's the spirit," Lois said. "Nothing can stop us with enough caffeine and spite."

___________

At lunch, Clark was going to ask you if you wanted to go with him. To see if you wanted to talk- or get something that wasn't the coffee you had been pounding like it would drown the pain; but you were gone before you got he chance. Out of your chair and disappearing up the stairwell door before he could decide if you'd rather get a sandwich or some tacos or something.

"Maybe she's calling Leo?" Jimmy said shrugging. "Her phone's been going off all day."

"Doubt it," Clark muttered, too low for Jimmy to hear.

"What?"

"Maybe," he said louder, forcing himself to smile a little.

"Jealous, Clark?"

"Wha- no. Of course not!"

Jimmy gave him a look and smirked, "C'mon man. When she got engaged you looked like you were gonna be sick and you disappeared for like 3 days when-"

"I didn't disappear," Clark said, "I was in Kansas helping my parents, remember?"

"Riiight," Jimmy said. "So I guess you don't wanna know that Cat overheard her and Leo arguing the other night?"

Clark shook his head," I really don't."

Not when he could hear you calling a lawyer right now. And not when he could hear you lighting cigarette after cigarette, grinding your knuckles against the rough concrete against the rough concrete ledge on the roof.

Your heart was breaking.

Disintegrating.

Obliterated.

And when he first heard you. First hear the gasp of shock. The screaming fight. He'd felt... joy. A flicker of some sick twisted joy. Because he was right.

Leo. That D-Bag who spouted poems at you and had a degree from Harvard and taught at the university... He wasn't good enough for you. He was a dick. He expected you to just take whatever he dished out and- Clark had been happy about it.

Now? You were blind sided. Your future, everything you were dreaming of was gone.

He glanced towards the stairwell door and swallowed hard. He didn't have a right to go up there but he didn't know if he could make himself stay put either.

Maybe he should go get you some lunch first.

[delia-starling-answers]

*At the agreed upon meeting spot, the vigilante, dressed in her usual orange with the blue and purple bird symbol, walks up to you. *

"Hello!"

@obsession-withthenight

Hi.

Delia was improvising at the moment. Black riding jeans, hiking boots with a blue shirt. And a blue mask.

“I put a spell on my pocket so my supplies are with me but not holding me back.

[flufftober]

idk if you guys knew, but someone submitted *every* flufftober fic without a comment over to @nomorezerocomments!! so if anyone is suddenly getting a comment on one of their comment-less flufftober fics, that's probably thanks to that blog :>

We didn't know this before we saw your ask but we've been all so touched by the hard work and love and just pure dedication the person who did this put into it! This is no small task, and to accomplish it, you must have such a big heart.

So, whoever you are, dear person who did this:

WE LOVE YOU AND WE THANK YOU!!!

Also, another shoutout to @nomorezerocomments for their brilliant challenge!! That is such a great contribution to fandom-life, and we're all thrilled you came up with this event!

[ask-ewmonsters]

Hey, do Tom and Tord usually get along. I know they have scuffles, but do they at least care for eachother and it’s not 24/7 fighting?

They do get along for the most part, contrary to what it might seem on the surface they’re actually quite chill with each other most of the time. When they are in a mood and need to headbutt, they only seek each other because they know the other won’t be hurt by their headbutting at full force.

[lemonqueentm]

Clover where is all the gunpowder

Chara probably has paranoia about (non)food poisoning because that’s how they died. Clover, Kris, and Frisk casually being able to digest anything freaks them out.

Chara has a Small Victorian Child’s immune system, so I guess it makes sense.

[darkstalker1247]

not sure if i told you but. uh. hi. i'm the grim reaper

Yes I know :)

[tanukiwarrior]

Chomps on you,, lovingly or trying to rip off your arm? Who knows,,

-🐏

I think if I sat in a room with all the husbands I would be ripped to shreds and devoured in under a minute. Like. Not joking.

I'd come out of that room (IF I come out) looking like I got tossed to a pack of rabid wolves.

[thedemonofcat]

Jaskier stuck in a time loop of sorts.

After graduating Oxenfurt, he goes out to make a name for himself.

Only, he keeps dying by Geralt of Rivia’s sword!

He always returns to the day he graduated after dying.

But, it seems that no matter what court he plays at, there is some big misunderstanding involving curses or monsters and the same witcher ends up killing him!

Jaskier knows being caught standing over a dead person holding a bloody, cursed knife is pretty damning. He would really like it if Geralt would let him explain himself ONCE though!

After being killed for what feels like the millionth time, Jaskier decides on a new approach. He will find Geralt of Rivia first thing after graduating and befriend him.

Surely, once they’re friends, Geralt wouldn’t kill him.

Once again, Jaskier jolted awake with a gasp. What was this now—loop one hundred? Honestly, he'd lost count.

"Right then. Time to find Geralt of Rivia," he muttered, dragging himself out of bed and wincing as a sharp pain bloomed in his side.

Lifting his shirt, he grimaced at the fresh bruises forming where he'd been stabbed—again. "Shit," he hissed. At this rate, he figured he only had a handful of loops left before one ended for good.

Time for a new approach. A better plan to befriend Geralt before the Witcher decided to gut him—again. Some versions had gone surprisingly well. Once, Geralt had even saved him from a Djinn.

But then... the mountain.

"If life could give me one blessing, it would be to take you off my hands!" Geralt had shouted.

Now, Jaskier stood at the edge of a cliff, staring into the abyss. "Maybe dying wouldn’t be so bad," he whispered—and jumped.

But he didn’t fall.

Instead, to his utter shock, he found himself floating gently back toward the edge.

"And what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Yennefer snapped, her arms crossed as she stared him down.

[voice-of-the-sexyman]

its so funny actually i was watching something else in a diff tab and where im at rn doesnt have a lot of internet so i cant do two things at once, but i was literally like "i should just see, they prolly dont have the forms open but hey mb cuz timezones or something" and the forms were opened early what r the odds ahcnndnsnxncn

Again, sorrry

Mod mai

[gemma-of-shropshire]

Excuse me ma’am do you have time to talk about our lord and saviour The High Visionary?

Sure, let's talk about how I'll break every bone in his filthy good-for-nothing hand one by one as teaching demonstration of human anatomy.

[papaseidon]

I brought him back just for you!! But Hades said you only get 3 minutes..😼

[ask-ewmonsters]

I HAVE ARRIVED. *pats everyone on their heads* EVERYONE IS ADORABLE AND DO NOT TRY TO BITE ME >:)

They are all holding back from biting lmao

[lemonqueentm]

winter outfits for the kfcc gang?

also whats everyone's favorite seasonal drink?

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