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trickarrows-bishop · 1 year

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EPISODE SIX OF HSMTMTS REACTION LIVE BLOGGED BY ME BECAUSE THE LAST ONE WAS FUNNY TO DO AND I WANNA DO IT AGAIN

again, get ready for this to be iNSANE xoxo

woah maddox you cant just appear on my screen and expect me to be ok like HOLD ON NOW-

no one told rina oh ur JOKING-

this'll be like. the worst. especially for ricky oh fuck.

miss jenn's mother's problematic twitter account??? did you mean miss jenn's mother's problematic X account ???

"bigger things" GIRL. miss jenn. no one. and i mean. NO ONE. puts on a show like you queen. stfu (respectfully ily)

"I WAS PLACING A VERY CONFUSING PHONE CALL" so true. i too am confused tbh

OH WAIT MADDOX IS RIGHT THERE WHAT

wait why wasn't jet there. huh.

MADDOX U INTERESTED BAE???

maddox stop hiding it and go kiss her i am TIRED.

BENJAMIN??? love that for him fr

"hahahah... oh u weren't kidding D:" i LOVE MADDOX TOO MUCH SHE BETTER NOT FUCK ASH OVER FFS

MISS JENN WE ARE NOT EXITTING SORRY WE HAVE TWO MORE EPISODES AND THIS ONE SOZ NOT HAPPENING BABES WE GOT A SHOW TO PUT ON XOXO

KOURT THAT FIT GDAMN

anyways she kinda spoke facts. although. im still scared of spiders. nothing can get rid of that fear

all the kourt x ashlyn shippers are about to make this scene their personality and i understand why tbh

FUCK ASH DIDN'T HAVE FRIENDS ??? IM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS SHOW WDYM ASH DIDN'T HAVE FRIENDS LOOK AT HER SHE'S LIKE. PERFRECT. FUCK

maddox stop being gay and just KISS ashlyn im so OVER this yearning (i literally do this.)

BENJAMIN !!UR STILL HERE!!! DONT U FKING DARE LEAVE ILY

BRO FR LOOKING LIKE AN EMOJI WAIT A MINUTE

go on benjamin SHOW EMOTIONS !!!

"i am jennifer !! you are?" "unsettled." i LOVE HIM LIKE A SON

nah that boyband faze for jet makes sense tbh like i can see that

AAWWWWWW BENJAMIN :(

can we pls get a new plot because we did in fact save the musical in season one within an episode. like. i KNOW i can probably skip this episode and not miss much

ALL OF THESE FLASHBACKS TO EPISODE ONE JESUS CHRIST AND UR NOT SHOWING NINI LOL I AM HURT

fuck homophobia AND ILYSM MISS JENN <3 I LOVE HER FUCK

not the mention of CATS BOY THAT AINT A GOOD MUSICAL WHY WE LYIN

SEB ????

FUCKING HELL CARLOS

"give him a chance carlos" MOTHER FR

now why are the whole ass drama class on this what the fuck LMAO

NATALIE RETURN OH MY GOD IM SHAKING LMFAO

this is so out of character like bro no ?? that's not making sense

NORTH HIGH WHAT NO

HE'S PLAYING THE **** SONG CARLOS COME ON

so real of richard bowen he said GAY RIGHTS !!!

SEBLOS GETTING BACK TOGETHER WOHOOOOO

GAYS WIN FR

the longest lasting relationship being seblos is so SO funny to me

YES GO TO HIM CARLOS

THANK GOD FOR THE GAYS

cant wait to cry to this song jesus christ

stop they're so in LOVE I CANT DO THIS

GAYS WON GAYS WON GAYS WON GAY RIGHTS GAY RIGHTS GAY RIGHTS SEBLOS SEBLOS SEBLOS SEBLOS

"us?" FUCK THIS IM SO FSKDAJGHFAKJSDGHFKDAS

now why am i not seeing seblos kiss HUH

"oh so she thinks im a leader?" GIRL STOP IT LMAO

rina scene before they even canonically met alr ???

NINI MENTION !!!!!!!!!!!!

"uncle buck?!" reaL REAL I LOVE THAT MOVIE HE NEARLY DRILLED INTO A GUYS HEAD

"good luck skater boy" hmmmmmmmmmmmm anyways

okay now give me a maddox flashblack

FR IT IS MURDER SHE WROTE SO REAL ???? I LOVE MURDER SHE WROTE !! (im an old person at heart)

GIVE ME MISS JENN BACKSTORY

MISS JENN BACKSTORY WOHOOOO

no WAY ALISON ???

SHE RECOGNISED HER HOLY FUCK WHOAAAAA

not the story of the girl at frozen puking again LMAO

"you should do it" DON'T TELL ME IT WAS ALISON WHO DID IT

"i always thought mrs darbus deserved a power ballad" REAL I LOVE HER

no NO NO GIFTS ??? UR NOT ACTUALLY LEAVING

QUEEN?

NO ??? WHAT THE FUCK

MISS JENN TF? NO GIRLIE.

NOT THIS GOOD THING WE HAVE TWO EPISODES LEFT >:(

"i just got here tho :(" maddox ur so funny but NOT NOW

JET DONT BE AN ASS??

how r we gonna move on from this cuz i-

why am i not crying but was crying over the caswen scenes ffs

OH NOW A SONG ???

emmy ???

EMMY !!!!

my daughter fr

11 mins left oh maybe i'll watch it all tonight HEHEHEH

come ONNNNNN EMMY IS SLAYING AGAIN

THIS IS ALSO WHERE I FIND OUT THATS NOT HOW U SPELL HER NAME

MADDOX AND ASH IN THE SAME FRAME IM DELULU

maddox dont look at ash like that cuz ill run w it.

SHE SUNG AT EAST HIGH WOOOOOOOOO

WHAT THE- ALISON READ?

WHA- UHM- BRO-

maddox IS the stage management

SHE WAS ABOUT TO SAY ILY ??// KFHS

WAIT MAYBE I CAN BE A RINA

I DIDNT THINK WE'D GET TO THE ILY FOR RINA SO

HE GOT IN WHOA LETS GO RICHARD

NO SHES ABT TO MOVE OR SOMETHIN I STG NO

ALR THAT EPISODE WENT QUICKER??? IDK MAYBE I JUST WASNT SHOUTING ABT MADLYN AS MUCH LMAO. conclusion:

show's still gay? YUPPERS seblos? YUPPERS maddlyn? ...hopefully yuppers???

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts 4 #hsmtmts season 4 #hsmtmts spoilers #hsmtmts season 4 spoilers

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imfallingdown-icantwakeup · 4 years

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Spirits of a Girl

This Fishmonger’s Daughter

Chapter Six: Spirits of a Girl

Word count: 3270

Taglist: , @a-banana-for-your-thoughts, @ultracolorfulnerdcollection , @cthylla-rlyeh @chipster-21

A/N: Okay, so here’s the thing. I there was supposed to be way more to this chapter but I got sudden inspiration for the second part so I decided to split them! So good news is half of the next chapter is already written and it wont take seven years for me to update again lmfao

Enjoy!!!

The longer he noticed Elowyn give her rapt attention to the beast at hand, Jaskier grasped just how utterly he fell tangled at her feet. A lamb to the slaughter. A star exploding and fading into the black. He fell just as softly as ashes on snow around her while her beauty captivated him in the dimly lit room. Jaskier didn’t know when, but somewhere along the road of missing her it created a certain spark. There was a certain something coming to life between the two when their eyes caught one another.

I could fall forever.

She laughed at something insignificant and prickly that Geralt had said, and somehow he fell harder. Her auburn hair hung in soft waves around her, framing her flaming cheeks. Her stained lips were parted with a pearl of angelic laughter while her head was cocked back, her stomach scrunching under the thin fabric of her red shirt.

Elowyn’s chest was exposed to the cool air, the flimsy fabric hung low enough for the black of her small cloth to spill over while she leaned towards him. Her hand squeezed his knee subconsciously when their eyes met, honey brown clashing with a brilliant blue. She smirked playfully at him when she realized just how intently his eyes were glued to the darkness around her mouth, warmth emanating from her and Jaskier felt dazed.

He walked into this feeling joyously, heart feeling as if he had just run for his life. Perhaps he had. The fall from Heaven to her feet was so euphonious and- oh how sweetly do the other angels resonate their praises while he falls so indisputably -

“-wouldn’t you agree, Jaskier?” Geralt asks, a knowing smirk emerging from his face. Jaskier merely reaches for his wine glass while grinning, refusing to let his friend extinguish this newfound flicker of flame blossom from within his chest.

“I am neither one to confirm nor deny,” The bard smoothly replies before he takes a drink from the wine Nivellen had procured for them. He leaned back into the chair to relax, the fingers on the back of El-Rose’s chair sneaking its way down to graze the top of her shoulder tenderly. This certain red wasn’t the sweetest wine he had, the bitter dry aftertaste lingering on the back of his palette only somewhat tolerable. Although Jaskier couldn’t disagree that it wasn’t doing its purpose.

He was well on his way to being drunk.

Elowyn seemed to live off the scarlet drink, the wine spilling from her rosy cheeks while her laughter continued lightly behind her hand with her shaking untamed locks at Geralt. He watched as her tongue swiped the rim of the glass quickly before she placed it fully to her lips, the dark liquid spilling from the corner while she tries to suppress a smile. Jaskier noticed as it trickled down her cheeks and jaw, a scarlet path flowing down her neck in such a way that had Jaskier questioning just how much sweeter the bitter wine would taste from her lips, from the tender skin at the nape over her neck. What would her pulse feel like beneath my lips, my tongue? Earlier they had been so close he saw her heartbeat straight from her ches-

He knew why he wanted to kiss her, to lick the luscious sweat that clung to her skin; he wanted to taste her because she was exquisite. And before that, because she was compassionate and clever and funny. He could see himself taking long trips with her without ever getting jaded. Because whenever he saw anything new today- or any day for that matter, he knew she needed to be by him. She needed to hear his stories and praise him and call him her angel and-

“This story. You said something about it being complicated and the such.” Elowyn says as her giggling dies, hand leaving Jaskier’s knee slowly. Nivellen grunts at her in acknowledgment before speaking, waving a claw her way.

“Of course. I wasn’t always like-like this, you know. A fiend.” Nivellen bites into the poultry before him, the meat splaying everywhere with his rough movements. “Do you see those portraits over by the fireplace? I am the third on the left, my father and grandfather before me.” Elowyn looks over her shoulder and pouts slightly, her plump bottom lip jutting out at the distance. She turns back around to grab a candle off table to see better in the dim light, Jaskier jumping up to follow the ever-so clumsy inebriated girl carrying fire in a house that just looked like a huge pile of tinder.

“Do you see it, sir Geralt?” One could see the family resemblance in each of the paintings, a strong jaw with a mop of blonde hair on each of their faces. The middle one, his father, had a hard face with broad shoulders and staggering height. Nivellen himself must’ve taken after his mother, his face rounded slightly, eyes kind and young.

“I am well acquainted with how portrait artists make their drawings more appealing than their character.” The beast merely smiled a toothy frightening smile at Geralt, causing him to sigh as he places his elbows on the table.

“So, you are a Witcher.”

“What gave it away? Was it the swords?” His tone sounded bored and sardonic as he took a sip of his own goblet, making a distinct face at the insolent glassware, as if the cup itself had wronged him in some way.

“Those humans had to move closer. The woman even took a candle with her. You haven’t moved a muscle to see it. Clearly, too if I had to bet on it.”

“What of it?”

“Why would you have a meal with a monster? Isn’t it your code to chop and slice the behemoths of this realm?”

“I would. If you were one.” His voice seemed to soften as he spoke, eyes relaxing slightly at the master of this mansion. Nivellen merely bellows lightly making shrieking noises as he slaps the table. Jaskier grabs Elowyn by the waist as they inch their way back to the table, Jaskier pushing his friend to his previous seat as he sat next to Nivellen.

“If I were a monster? Are you trying to tell me that I can be this- “He gestures widely with the leg of bird in his fist, gesturing to himself crudely, “and not be a monster?”

“Simple. If you were a monster you would not be able to touch my medallion.”

“Pox on it. Next you’re gonna say I turned into this beast-like form because I didn’t eat my porridge as a babe.”

“I have my own guesses, but I would like to hear the story.”

“Very well. But only because you have a trustworthy face. Eat the food while it’s warm, I insist. Woman, did you see all three portraits? This house was my grandfather’s. He started up a sort of-a group-gang of men. He handed it down to his son when he was old enough. I’ll never forget when someone carted home what was left of my father. My grandfather hadn’t been part of the gang since I was a young child; he got hit on the head with a club and had a speech impediment.”

“Naturally. You know, as they do.” Jaskier adds sarcastically, gaining an innocent sound from the woman beside him. Jaskier couldn’t help the bright smile off his face at hearing her find enjoyment in his words and takes a hearty sip of his wine to cool himself off.

“Yes, exactly. So. Young and naive, I had control of the men. Well, looking back on it, they hand me wrapped around their finger in no time. Soon, we were doing things even my father would’ve been ashamed of. A young man, around my age-my second in command-he showed us a cave one night. About 75 miles from here. He told me stories of how he got drunk off these women. He spoke of the women who lived in these caves, how sweet their bodies tasted. That’s when it was decided that Maddox would show me the real way of becoming a man.” Nivellen narrates, messily taking bites of the food as he speaks. Jaskier perks up at the sound of her brother’s name, cocking his head at the beast.

“Maddox?”

“Yes, Ver-something. He had a sister he would talk about though. I cannot remember it for the life of me, it was so long ago. But I’ll never forget his name, I know that for sure.”

“I can see how well that worked out for you.” Geralt mumbles lowly before he chugs the wine in his glass, slightly wincing at the bitter taste. Jaskier shakes his head at his friend before setting his attention to the furry man in front of him, questions racing his head.

This can’t be possible.

“Vernissier?” Jaskier asks, looking sideways at Elowyn after a moment. What was her brother doing all the way over here, in a gang of all things?

“Yes, that’s-that’s actually correct. How did you- “

“Continue with your story.” Elowyn intercedes as she breaks her gaze with Jaskier. He can feel her distance herself as she turns slightly away from him and Jaskier can’t stop the feeling of his own panic toil away in his chest. It seized his heart as he took in her crestfallen posture, the collapse of her shoulders giving rise to a rather large lump in his throat.

“Very well.” Nivellen concedes gracefully. “We raided the cave. He failed to mention that it was-was some sort of shrine and-oh pox, the smell was just. It was disgusting. We took what was valuable and I took the woman, there was only one and Maddox was yelling about his damn missing doxie- “

“His what?” There was an insistence in Geralt’s voice that had captured Jaskier, causing him to look over at Elowyn questioningly. She ignored him and oh, how he recognized the sparks flaming in her eyes, the small frown set as she addressed their host sharply. Thank the Gods she’s not looking at me like that.

“Don’t stop talking.” Her tone is jagged and harsh. Elowyn now gained an incredulous look from all the men gathered, the pure panic of her words overwhelming Jaskier.

“Excuse me? Is there something else going on that I should be privy to?” Nivellen asks as he leans on the table to get closer to Elowyn, his large eyes fixing solely on her.

“Maddox was yelling about his- “

“Who cares what Geralt is asking about. Finish your story.” Elowyn demanded. There was a beat of silence, a hesitance to the host as he looked over at Geralt enquiringly. Jaskier watched Elowyn intently as she forced herself to relax in the chair, her mind changing tactics to get what she wanted. She flung the goblet in her hand lazily in front of her. The liquid seemed to be sloshing around dangerously to the edges as she forces a pleasant smile on her face. “How rude is it to interrupt someone when they are in the middle of such a riveting ta- “?

“Nivellen,” He interrupted her mid-sentence. He couldn’t let the moment pass him by, not when it bothered her so. ‘She’s hiding something,’ Geralt’s words ring in his head. ‘Five years can change- ‘

“Jaskier, you wouldn’t dare- “The fire in her eyes, the edge in her voice, the set of her pouting lips. Elowyn was scared. This might be the only chance that Jaskier had to get the truth, words she was reluctant to share. She said I had to wait for her. Not another’s answers.

“-who was Maddox yelling about?” Jaskier’s words were soft as he kept his gaze locked with Elowyn’s. He watched as her face dropped to the plate before reaching for the wine goblet, taking a hearty chug as Nivellen continues his story.

“Someone he was fucking that he was too ashamed to bring too close to home. No further than this place here. Maddox liked telling his sister’s boy his adventures. I gave him a rose to take to her, it was her birthday and he always gushed of how roses were her favorite. My great-aunt had them transplanted and cross bred here; those beauties are one of a kind. I haven’t seen him since, poor guy. I hope he’s doing well.” The company became silent in front of Nivellen, each placing pieces to a puzzle the young girl longed they didn’t have. Jaskier’s hand reached down and found itself wrapped gently around her knee, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over her pants as she gathers herself.

“Your story. Please, continue.” She questions defeatedly, watching as her goblet fills before taking another sip. Neither his hand nor his gaze leaves her as Nivellen sighs from behind him.

“Yes, well, during our moment I didn’t notice that the ropes had gotten loose. She had one of those small daggers hidden in her hair. She spit in my face calling me a ‘beast in man’s skin’ before uttering some spell in another language and slitting her own throat.” Nivellen said. Elowyn peered over to her best friend, giving him a small smile of something; it wasn’t something Jaskier could place with all this wine coursing through his system, but he couldn’t deny that it felt enchanting when she looked at him this way.

“Do you remember what she said?” Geralt asks quietly. Jaskier jumps slightly, forgetting of his friend’s presence. Again, she had captured him so utterly, her eyes a never-ending sea of darkness and storms. The tiny demons lit fires in the pits even deeper below, and he found it nearly impossible- without the help of the Witcher- to look away.

“Pox, no. It was so long ago now. We rushed out of there, I told you there were skulls and bodies. We were so scared that we ran the horses all the way home. I cut Maddox his sister’s rose as a- well as a payment and sent him on his way. The very next day, I woke to a terrible stretching feeling. I gazed into the mirror and felt myself grow into this-this form and started shrieking. It was quite painful, all the hair growing at once.”

“It sounds like puberty.” Jaskier muses with a playful smirk.

“Much worse, I’m afraid. A servant came running in and I went to put a hand over her mouth to keep her screams quiet. There was a mistake, the claws. She bled on the floor and my aunt walked in and started screeching and I bellowed, and she ran from me. I flew into a rampage- I was so confused. Three servants ended up dying. The cat eventually came back.”

“The cat?” The question comes out with a laugh from the woman beside the bard, her eyes light with humor.

“Yes, I guess us animals must unite together. You know the feeling.” Nivellen pauses a moment to peer over to Geralt solemnly, as if with just a look they came to a silent understanding. “I can see it in your eyes, Witcher. Unfortunately, she died not long after that.”

“A snack, I presume?” Jaskier jokes loudly, wine manipulating his decisions.

“Never. No, she got caught in a trap. Ended up strangling herself.”

“Survival of the fittest.” Geralt comments. Elowyn giggles gloriously beside Jaskier and his hand tightens lightly at the cheery sound.

“Shit is what it is. Nature,” Nivellen mumbles as he takes his own drink of wine.

“The story, Nivellen. Is there more?” Elowyn asks quietly, head coming to rest on Jask’s shoulder softly. Geralt watches as Jaskier leans back in his chair, making his body more easily acceptable for the girl to lean against. She sighs gratefully before cuddling up to his arm that was already placed on her knee, the drink making her crave human touch.

“Well, yes, but it’s of no interest to you, woman.”

“Oh.” Her head dropped in minor disappointment before looks back up at Nivellen. Her eyes now held a certain boldness, the wine of the night emboldening her. “Then our accommodations. May we sleep in your courtyard for the night?”

“Bold of a woman to speak so blatantly to a man.”

“Is that a ‘yes’?” She muses optimistically. Jaskier could see the way Nivellen’s eyes crinkled, could hear the husky chuckle he gave to her words as a warm breath fanned over Jaskier.

“What she is trying to say is- “Geralt interrupts hurriedly, trying to remedy a situation that was not broken. Elowyn scoffs at the Witcher, her posture straightening as she unwraps herself from her bard.

“I’m pretty sure Nivellen and I have the common sense to understand the simplicity of- “Her words were bitter and aimed directly at the irritable man. Geralt had a hard look in his eyes even though his face was relaxed and Jaskier knew that she was just feeling left out. Bitter. Geralt has that effect on some people.

“I expect you to be gone at first morning light.” Nivellen interjects, stopping the woman mid-rant with a guttural chortle.

“Yes, thank you for your generosity. We greatly appreciate your hos-” Jaskier tries to smooth over the hostility, rising to his feet to bow slightly. The wine made him slightly light-headed as he went to stand, causing him to sway greatly on his feet, Geralt smirking at his side of the table.

“Dandelion. Rose,” Geralt interrupts with a small leer playing at the edges of his mouth at their aliases. “if you could set up the tents while I finish with my friend Nivellen here.” He suggests. Jaskier can feel the woman stiffen from beside him. He could feel the heat leave her body as anger boiled in her veins, Geralt finally pulling her over the edge into rage.

Some things never change, do they?

“Pard- “

“Of course, Geralt. Nothing would please us more.” Jaskier interferes before she embarrasses herself. He grabs her arm, pulling her up and behind him in a swift moment, turning as he brushes his nose over her cheekbone lightly.

“Ja-Dandelion.” She protests weakly, her breath huffing from her as Jaskier smirks down to her, a light chuckle leaving him. She takes a small step back, creating some distance and Jaskier keeps ahold of her arm, preventing her from going too far. He wanted to keep her close, to explore this new fire she had created in him.

“You look a bit heated,” Jaskier raised his unoccupied hand to gently sweep a finger over her ever-reddening cheeks, a giggle escaping her as her mood turned, “maybe the night air will clear your head. Then we can continue our discussion from before, hmm?” The smile the bard wears is down-right conniving, causing a newfound rush of arousal to spike in Elowyn.

“Well, I-I guess that’s ass-acceptable.” She slurs, either getting lost in the wine or the feeling of his fingers whispering sweet nothings into her skin, Jaskier didn’t have a clue.

“No need to be rude. Say good night, little devil.” He whispers as he turns from her, arm dropping to his side as he sends a small wink to Geralt, ending their contact as the Witcher nods slightly in thanks.

“Goodnight, Nivellen.” Elowyn says dolefully before she grabs Jaskier’s arm to steady her on their way out, Geralt starting a conversation once they were out of earshot. She pulls Jaskier closer as she stumbles at her own feet, causing Jaskier to wrap him arm around her waist pulling her even to his side.

#jaskier x reader #jaskier imagines #the witcher jaskier #jaskier x oc #jaskier x you

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