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Happy 2000 fics, Kingdom Come Deliverance fandom!

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Sir Hans vs Sir Pans: if Henry baked breads.

Wish the game let you bake ☹️ Add water and flour once a day to your starter (takes up inventory space) like how you apply potions. Free bread forever. Add herbs. Sell it for groshen. Do jail time and the starter dies.

I had a whole series planed with jealous Hans babysitting Henry's sourdough but I'm stopping myself because this is silly enough as it is. Hans going to the Rattay mill for flour for Pans and learning, plot twist, that Pans isn't Theresa's child, it's Peshek's...Hans trying to keep Pans alive during the siege because it might be all he has left of Henry...Pans dying from fratricide (eaten by Mutt)

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I'll come back for you, I promise.

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Yes there's a typo in the first option but I am not redoing the whole thing

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Kingdom Come: Deliverance (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Henry & Radzig Kobyla, Hans Capon/Henry Characters: Henry (Kingdom Come: Deliverance), Radzig Kobyla, Hans Capon Additional Tags: Background Hansry, Father-Son Relationship, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon, Torture, both in the past and off-screen in the present, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, no beta we die like this pair's communication skills, Rated For Violence Summary:

Henry hated how his mouth was suddenly dry, “Torture, Sir?”

Radzig cast a sharp eye over him. “I know it’s distasteful, but it can’t be helped. This is too important.”

Henry never told his father about what happened to him deep in the bowels of the Trosky dungeons. Past is past, and airing it out only ever brings heartache.

He avoids torture, he avoids dungeons, he avoids anything that makes him feel like he's back there.

It works, until a bandit is captured, and Radzig expects Henry to be the one to interrogate him.

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"You'd be surprised. My father is no fool, but at times he wishes I were more of a goose. Or better yet, that I would change overnight into a son."

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He sits on my lap while I spin, he does the little jiggle

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I'm so... I... I'm... I'm sorry...

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Hi! I just saw the latest post about Hans and Jitka's wedding, and I tried to picture the whole thing (not without a generous dose of heartbreak 💔). I mean, we saw a wedding in KCD2, of course, but I'm not sure how historically accurate it was, and there are so many other aspects of the topic to explore anyway. I started searching for information about weddings among the nobility in the 15th century, but some of the articles I read presented such different perspectives on the matter that I'm more confused than ever. Have you studied this subject? Would you be interested in writing something about it? If so, I have sooo many questions, ahahah! I'm just going to ask some of them here, but please feel free to ignore me considering how many details I'm curious about!

How would the bride and groom (or should I say broom? 🧹😂) be dressed? What did they do the night before the wedding? Where would it be celebrated? Was there a best man? When did the groom first kiss the bride? What rituals were performed during the religious ceremony and the feast afterwards? What about the vows? Were they spoken in Latin? If there was such a thing, how did the bedding ceremony take place? Was the actual consummation preceded by established rituals as well?

… aaaand I'm sure I'll think of even more questions after I send this, ahahah! Anyway, my apologies for this insane ask, and thank you for your lovely posts, which I always eagerly devour!

While this isn't my specialty this still sent me down a research rabbit hole that I'm struggling to emerge from, so... this response is getting quite long. But please know that I got your ask (as you can see) and a long post is in the works 🫡

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Bear with me, but I only really started understanding this impulse in myself after I started thinking about writing in the same way I think about dance (specifically, extremely amateur awkward lindy hop). I love dance for its own sake. It makes me feel good, not to mention it keeps me happy and healthy.

BUT lindy hop is a partnered dance. Solo jazz is a lot of fun, but I love dancing with a partner. And when I dance with someone else, we're not just dancing for ourselves anymore, we're dancing for each other. We're sharing an experience and a connection, and beyond the sheer joy of being a human being moving your body to music, that connection is something beautiful in and of itself - it adds a whole other dimension to the experience.

BUT THEN ALSO there's these crazy things that happen at social dances (and in lots of other dance styles but like, I can only talk about lindy hop from personal experience) called jam circles. Basically, the whole community comes together to celebrate either a single dancer/a couple/whatever - people jump in and out of the middle, everyone pulls out their coolest, craziest moves, sometimes the musicians will jump in and we celebrate them too. No longer are you dancing on your own, no longer are you just dancing with a partner, you're instead part of this wild, crazy, transcendent community of people who love dance and music and are just all having a crazy good time, and feeling that love and being a part of something? It's amazing.

So. I have recently been thinking about my writing in terms of these experiences of community and shared expression, and how wonderful it is to do art together as opposed to on your own. And I think as writers, we are very much pressured to put ourselves into this box of 'solitary creative' who doesn't need to be in community with other people to find value in our art. And like, in comparing that to artforms that are more about performance (thinking like - live music, theatre, obviously dance) it seems like an increasingly unnatural framing to me. Especially when you consider that like, writing and stories come from oral story telling traditions.

Creating on your own is fun and valuable, and there is something to be said for crafting something just because you personally find it beautiful and valuable, but art (yes even writing) is also about expression and community and communication. I don't think there's anything shameful about wanting your writing to be something other than a wholly solitary endeavor. I don't 'just' write for myself. I write to be in community and conversation with other human beings, and I find that an extremely fulfilling and rewarding aspect of any art form I pursue.

“First and foremost I’m writing for myself,” I hiss through my teeth, resisting the urge to refresh my email for an Ao3 message for the 100th time.

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See, the thing about Robin Hobb is, she can write a book where in the first 200 pages nothing at all happens except a 30 something year old dude walking around his secluded cabin telling himself he's not lonely while fending off yet another visitor attempting to tell him he's lonely, and somehow it's riveting.

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"if i was orpheus i simply wouldn't have turned around" if you didn't love her enough to turn around, you didn't love her enough to crawl through the underworld to save her. if you could prevent yourself from looking back, you wouldn't be trying to bring her back to life. if you were able to look forward, you would be grieving.

"if I was orpheus I simply wouldn't have turned around" if you don't love her enough to turn around, you aren't orpheus.

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religious guilt

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Henry: *Takes Hans' hand* I just want to say that I would not be here if it weren't for you

Hans: *Slaps his hand away and gets up from the infirmary bed in a fit* I said I was sorry!

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whats a stereotype for your country that you absolutely do. mine is that i unironically go "eh" and apologize a lot and i often drink maple syrup straight