just found out that they filmed colin’s reaction to pen and debling dancing by taking away everyone in the room till it was just pen and debling dancing by themselves and that was what luke reacted to and I need netflix to release that footage yesterday I am so serious we need to bully them till we get it
A mage (yes I know I love making mage villains of the week, but if they didn't want me to make them all the time, they shouldn't be so fun and full of opportunities) puts a spell on Geralt while he's on a hunt.
He can only speak lies / the complete opposite of what he feels or means to say, and the only way to break the spell is to reveal his darkest secret. This is all well and good and easily fixable, presumably.
The best part is Jaskier has caught on near immediately to what the curse is, and is able to translate all of Geralt's lies and antonyms.
"I don't need more supplies for potions."
"We'll go looking for a greenhouse or whatever you need, then."
"I hate this song."
"Why thank you, Geralt! How lovely to know that opinion is a lie!"
"Can I braid your hair again?"
"Never."
"Perfect!~"
Except for the times he pretends to forget the curse's existence.
"Feed Roach all the apples you want."
"Oh, I shall! Thank you for the permission!"
He did not give permission.
Geralt just deals with the curse for a month or two, before being fed up and deciding to just trust the mage's so-called cure for the curse, and says his darkest secret.
That he's in love with Jaskier.
However, he's neglected to find a way to explain the cure to Jaskier, and now Jaskier just assumes he's heard another lie / complete opposite.
Jaskier is heartbroken, assuming Geralt must dislike him at the least, and hate him at the worst, and suddenly all those teasing comments over the years are seen in a new worrying light. I mean, Geralt, cursed to say the exact opposite of what he means telling Jaskier that he loves him?
Jaskier races away from their shared room and gets absolutely wasted in a tavern all the way across town.
Geralt paces and panics alone in their shared room for a few hours before going and returning his bard back home.
He now has to spend the entire night internally-writing and rehearsing his big explanation speech and apologize to his bard for the miscommunication.
You know when you keep thinking about doing something, but never ACTUALLY do it? Yeah that’s what heppninh to me with writing right now. I keep being like “Huh. I should write the next chapter. I have an idea.”
And then my brain is like.
“Okay cool. But what if you just watched this animatic instead?”
And I’m just like…
Fuck. Sure, yeah that sounds good.
So yeah, that’s how it’s going right now. I’ll get the next chapter out soon I promise.
“You have his eyes,” Helen says gently. “As forlorn as the sea.”
“Yes, we share the same grief for my dear mother.” Telemachus replies, avoiding the hungry gaze of Osteres. He knows better to lie with men who see nothing but his beauty.
Menelaus adds: “You share the same face.”
His own face is aged, drawn tight with worry lines and grief. He knows he believes Agamemnon should be here to see Hermione and Osteres’s union.
“It is a comely face,” Telemachus agrees. “One that Athena seems to favor no matter who wears it.”
“But your hands,” Hermione says softly, staring at them as though she had never seen them before. “They are your mother’s.”
He knows Hermione wishes her hands could be worn and calloused from weaving and shooting day and night.
Telemachus smiles, barely keeping his hands from shaking. “Yes, I suppose that's the one thing I got from my mother.”
This has to be an AU already right? I’ve never seen it. I’m doing it. My city now
The angst potential alone haunts me. How long do you think he waited for Ford?? When did it start to sink in that nobody was coming to save him, that nobody would miss him? Would anybody even want him back? How long did it take for his anger, his heartbreak, his grief to turn into acceptance and a belief that this was divine retribution? How long did he work, how many jobs did he take, how much wealth did he accrue, how many brushes with death did he have until he believed he’d “earned” the right to go home and see his brother?? Many such questions. I need to go deeper
imagine: you get your memories back after years of amnesia to find out your whole species is dead and earth doesn’t exist anymore. that the only thing left of your culture is your weird ex and his busted honda civic that barely even works that he stole from the government when he was 13. And he’s been taking members of an alien species for trips in his honda civic and they’re all like “woah it’s so cool” and you get upset because it’s NOT COOL it’s a honda civic, the turn signals don’t even work “wow it can go up hills” yeah OF COURSE IT CAN GO UP HILLS EVERY CAR COULD DO THAT. but they’ve never seen a car before so everything it does is the coolest thing ever. And your ex’s only tool is a fucking screwdriver which is somehow also cool to this dumbass alien species even though it’s a fucking screwdriver so you just look like an idiot screaming about how none of this is even cool it’s actually really shitty but your whole planet is gone so you can’t even prove it but also you’ve had a constant drumming sounding in your head since you were 10 slowly driving you insane. I would become evil too.