Criminally Underused Bird Nicknames for Jaskier
I love "Lark" as much as the next Witcher fic reader, but there are so many more options we could explore! Here are a few:
Jay / Bluejay
This one has excellent potential because 1) jays are incredibly beautiful, colorful, intelligent, and social and 2) their songs are terrible. (Examples here, here, and here.) As such, it'd be perfect for a fond-yet-teasing nickname for Jaskier. Plus, it sounds like the first letter of his name!
Magpie
Magpies are corvids like jays, so they're similar in many ways. This one has the extra connotations of collecting shiny things for bonus fun teasing <3
Sparrow
Sparrows have lovely songs! They tend not to be very colorful, but they're very cute and the name sounds endearing. I've seen this one used in fic occasionally and I like it!
Sanderling
Sanderling is an adorable name for an adorable bird -- they're little sandpipers that run around on beaches! It works perfectly as a reference to Jaskier's role as the Sandpiper and I think it's really sweet.
Peep
Peep is a general term for the smallest few species of sandpipers (they're hard to identify at the species level, so calling them peeps is most convenient). It's similar to Sanderling in that it references Jaskier's role as the Sandpiper and sounds adorable!
Bonus: Songbird
I have seen this one used in a few fics and I love it every time! It's vague enough to let you imagine whichever bird you want while also sounding very sweet.
Extra options include, but are not limited to: warbler, finch/goldfinch, nightengale, robin, kinglet, titmouse, mockingbird, and starling.
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Been playing with some headcanons for funsies :D Trans Virgil is one I have been enjoying playing with sooo here he is <3 coming out to Gords
big thanks to @tanushakyrano for reading it through and egging me on lol
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“Gordon,” he said, eyes wide. “Gordon, I think I’m straight.”
Gordon blinked, before a smile cracked on his face and he flung himself onto the bed howling with laughter.
“Gordon, I’m serious,” called Virgil, but Gordon only laughed harder and the words fell aside.
“Sorry, V,” he said, exaggerating the wiping away of tears in his eyes. “For a second there I thought you said you were straight.”
Virgil opened his mouth, only to feel the strange choking chill filling his lungs again, stealing his air.
“I mean, you and I have spent far too much time sighing over girls for that, remember Hannah Kim from the year between us?”
“I remember,” said Virgil.
He felt distant and removed from his own words, like the conversation was being whispered into a thick, grey fog that lay between them rather than shared across thousands of miles with modern holotech.
His heart thudded in his chest, and his hands twitched.
Just say it, screamed his mind.
It wasn’t judgment he feared, not from Gordon, not from any of his family.
He’d simply held the truth so close for so long it had become an intimate layering beneath his skin and the only way to begin to show it would be to expose himself again and again and again.
He needed Gordon to be the first one to help him shed his old self.
He didn’t know if he could do it alone.
Gordon’s laughter died away.
“Hey, V? You’re not looking so good.”
“I think I need to sit down.”
He stumbled backwards and exhaled slowly and carefully, the slow count he’d been taught ringing in his ears. His hands fluttered against his breast, mirroring his pounding heart within.
“Do you need me to call someone?” asked Gordon anxiously, hovering helplessly above him. “I can get out to you tomorrow; Dad’ll organise it now if you need me there.”
“No,” said Virgil sharply. “It’s fine, I’m just… he doesn’t need… I mean…”
The words were taking too much effort to say.
He wasn’t scared.
It was just so real.
Always before it had been this nebulous thing, humming quietly at the back of his mind, slowly growing into an itch that he couldn’t ignore.
The strained smile when someone cheerfully acknowledged him and their descriptors fell like heavy rocks he couldn’t escape from. The momentary panic when someone introduced him and “call me V” broke out of him before another word could be said. Even the light touches of girls flirting with him made him clam up, knowing they were only falling for the lie he’d presented to everyone over and over as the years passed.
Gordon was still watching him carefully.
“I assume you weren’t kidding then?”
Not trusting himself to speak, Virgil shook his head.
“I think… No. I know that I’m not Valentina.”
The name sounded strange on his tongue, like a foreign memory of the long, lost past.
“Okay, not Valentina,” said Gordon. “I can work with that. You need some time? Want to try out some different names then? Some pronouns?”
“He/him,” said Virgil, thanking the heavens that Gordon seemed to know exactly how to move forward, peeling back the layers of his past in an instant. “And I’m taking my middle name.”
Gordon snorted.
“Which one? I swear Mom and Dad found out you were a girl and panicked about you ruining their whole theme.”
He faltered for a second.
“Uh, I mean…”
Virgil laughed.
“I’ll just shorten it, I think. Take out the “Valentina Ivanka” part.” His eyes softened. “After all, Mom still gave me that name. I don’t want to lose it entirely.”
“Virgil Grissom Tracy,” said Gordon, trying it out. “It suits you.”
Virgil flushed.
“Thanks.”
“So, are you telling anyone yet? Or taking your time.”
“I think I’ll tell the others in person,” he said. “Just give myself a few weeks first.”
“It’s going to be fine – you know that right?”
Virgil smiled.
“Yeah, I know. They’ll still love me and all that sappy stuff.”
“Well, you’re the one that’s always gone in for that sappy stuff.”
“I can’t help it,” he said. “The goop just makes me so happy.”
“Yeah, yeah. Hey, just imagine how buff you’re gonna get on T,” said Gordon, eyes lighting up.
“That’s not why I’m doing this.”
“Yeah, but just imagine anyway. All the girls are gonna be falling at your feet.”
“They already do,” retorted Virgil. “Just because you’ve got no game.”
“I’ve got game!” exclaimed Gordon. “It just… takes longer.”
“Sadly staring at people and hoping they’ll take to you like some lost puppy isn’t game, Gordon,” said Virgil chuckling.
Gordon laughed easily with him. The dense grey fog that had dogged Virgil’s footsteps over the past several months had lifted and he couldn’t believe how light the way forward now seemed.
Bright and clear and so very possible, two brothers just laughing and joking side by side.
The world finally felt as though it had clicked into place.
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If someone tells you their name is [name], then that's their fucking name. Stop trying to find out what "their actual name" is
So-
I'm having a birthday party this Saturday, (it's also a friend's nameday and we decided to celebrate it together) So we made a group chat with everyone to invite them.
We mostly have common friends so like, approximately 10 of the kids are our common friends, 5 are mine and 5 are hers
But it's cool cause we all go to the same school so yknow, not everyone is that close but we'll manage
Except one person, I invited someone that my classmates don't know, actually 2 of them know this person and have been friends for years (I met this person through them) and my best friend has also met this person one or twice
So we're gonna name this person Bob, so, Bob is not a greek name.
Today one of my friends was like who is this "usernameman guy?"
And she was talking with my friend who's met the guy and my friend was like his name is Bob
But she was like "There's no way his name is bob" so that's why they called me and asked me what usernameman's name actually was and I'm like "it's bob"
"But how can it be bob? His parents named him that?"
"That's what he introduced himself to me as. I guess it may be a nickname but that's how people call him so"
"Well I'm gonna call him Mpampi then"(or something very greek starting with the letter of the guy's actual name)
"His name is Bob"
...
Like. Ok. I know- I can tell, Bob is not the name he was given by his parents, I know his very greek last name. I've overheard people calling him by a different Greek name.
Still. He introduced himself as Bob. Their Instagram bio has "Call me Bob, they/she/he" and fanart with the non binary flag as a photo profile
In greek you can't really refer to someone with they/them so they're always referred with he/him pronouns (tho I've noticed sometimes they use feminine words for themselves like καλή) honestly I've been meaning to ask if they would also like to be called η Bob instead of ο Bob etc
My friend dropped the subject assuming I just don't know "his actual name"
But later as we were waiting for the bus one of their friends (I mentioned above I met this person through 2 other people) was there so my friend was like "oh he must know! [Dude] do you know what is usernameman's name?"
And all 3 of us(me, dude and my best friend) replied together that it's Bob
"That can't be his name! Dude whats his name?"
Dude: "it's... Bob"
"Are you kidding me how can it be Bob?!"
At that point my best friend snapped like "What's gotten into you my[girl]? Can you just drop it? The human is named bob" (Μπομπ τον λένε τον άνθρωπο, sounds more friendly in greek)
At that time Dude's parents arrived so he left but I saw his face. He didn't want to have that conversation
I'm sure he knows "his actual name" since they've been friends for years
But if the person introduces themselves as fucking Bob then call them Bob, why you gotta ask everyone
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