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Moirai is insane, right? [And my take on the Weavers]

Like, just look at this girl

But why I talk about Moirai?

On the first place, because I love the Index and the logic and philosophy behind the Prescripts. Also, I have players that have interest on what will be my take on the Weavers, and so for those that find this Tumblr, here you will have my answer.

On second place, because she is a girl, and I like girls.

But yeah, I assume that everyone that is familiar with Library of Ruina is familiar with Moirai being insane. The woman doesn't have contact with human beings from years, disregards any empathy or concern for Yan wellbeing, and knowing the truth, still believes blindly on the orders of self-generated papers.

The girl is insane... right?

But we see that the Prescripts are somewhat omniscient. They know what to do for their benefit. And there is something that I feel that Index fails to see [or maybe, simply don't care], maybe the Prescripts only look for their benefits, not for the benefit of the "Index".

And we know that when confronted with the truth, Yan end up distorting. The weight of knowledge destroying him and his sense of self. And Moirai helps to do it.

From this, starts my theory

How are Weavers selected? They are the biggest invesment that the Prescripts could do. A Weaver needs to be a person capable of understand the truth, remain loyal to them, and be changed by the truth in the correct way.

I think that last part is the most important. It is impossible to not be affected by the truth of the Prescripts. But is very possible for people to have a variety of reactions and accept their position.

So, the most important thing about Weavers is how they are changed by the realization of the truth. Moirai taking a logical, uncaring, and almost cynical personality. But what others reactions can be there?

When a weaver appear, one needs to think constantly in that they were selected by the Prescripts and they know the truth long before everyone else. They are already broken and processed.

So, is Moirai insane for trying to rationalize it?

Or is more insane the Weaver that takes the truth as obvious? The Weaver that is happy of the meaningless of free will, even stopping eating without a Prescript ordering it, and that Prescript always appearing.

And they were selected because, the day someone meets them, that exact way of breaking down is what the Prescripts need you to receive. The final push towards their objective.

[demonstars]

whatever cdream's classpect is i don't think he's utilizing his aspect the best way for his class; he's definitely found a way to use it, but to his own detriment and not to the potential of what he could be doing. i'm not sure about his aspect but i'm wondering about a mage?

i think i may be in love with you Just finished reading enough papers to justify replying to this

FIRST THINGS FIRST CDREAM WOULD BE AN ACTIVE CLASS. and i really really think he would be light. LISTENNNNN to me. okay i do really nbeed to establish aspect first because in my understanding of aspects is that the class works around it, so it just doesn't make sense without it.

so. cdream light.

light is about The Meaning, The Answer. This aspect proposes with it's own existence that there is meaning to be found in every place, that there is a correct meaning or action. This doesn't mean it's good, mind you. Just that it's right (or Just, if you will). Light also means clarity and importance, and all light characters are crucial to the story (Rose, Vriska, The Other Vriska..) — which like, while we have argued to death the idea that what made the dsmp important was how there wasn't A Main character, cDream as an antagonist/villain was this presence that loomed above every character and arc. When he logged in shit was about to go down. HE'S IMPORTANT. and he's focused with finding Meaning within the story. Why does he do half the things he does? from a metatextual perspective, it's because the server needs someone to go against the main goals, but then it's revealed that he only actually wanted to go back to where things made Sense (the beginning. when everyone was friends with each other). It made sense to live in the same server when everyone was collaborating with each other, not so much when there's literal nuke threats against each other.

Light players are obsessive and cunning, and they love to appear mysterious and disconnected. However......you changed my life with what you said about him not connecting correctly to his aspect through an invesion, and thus I propose: Prince of Light cDream that, as the session progresses, inverts to Seer of Void (and gets punished for it by the narrative). You get what I think? I think this guy getting too much on the out of the cameras, in the background "manipulation" is what ultimately drives him to his own detrimentem. He doesnt stop being Light: he's looking for answers re: the three deaths system and the revival book and what the fuck is wrong with the server, but he no longer has access to prime prince of light powers, Manipulating light passively and voiding the world, creating blankness (aka DESTROYING not through his aspect). DO YOU GET MEEEE DO YOU HEAR MEEEE

[faydingrain]

Cu-wip-osity Tag Game~!

Thank you @bvbyphoenix for tagging me!

(My main was tagged, but I'm posting this here to keep writing to the writing blog~)

Rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. (I'll only include fandom-relevant ones for this post, and idk many people in the fandom, so if you see this: Tag! You're it!)

WIPs:

ets log: rec(Obsession.lov) Part [2]: Eden(Love) manages to recover her Obsession code successfully, as it's become her only reason for living. She continues trying to hold onto the code without it being found and removed again, while also obeying ETS's tests so she can get outside the facility and start looking for Marcus again.

Part [3] will be her excursions outside, mostly about clubs and parties she goes to between her work (which I'm making that she has to find a proper "opening" or something to the Meridian). ETS allows her to have fun so she can learn better how to blend in with people, but truthfully, she's gathering info about Marcus's wherabouts.

Untitled: A brief drabble that takes place during Inversion: Another Story about how Chelsie is glad Kody got kicked out so he wouldn't have to be in that situation.

Untitled: Kody is talking with his therapist about people can be burdened with grief even without the physical death of another.

A Clearing in the Algae: An update on Chelsie and Kody, and how things are starting to get better for them.

Imperium Willow(Darlin'): I admittedly forgot why I wanted to write this oops- Willow manages to survive this AU, and swears revenge after holding David's lifeless body in her arms.

Aftershock: Another Lament: I still want to work on this okay- But just for fun, I'll briefly list the parts I had in mind for it:

P1 - Angel: How Angel is doing after hearing about David's death. Will end with Milo and Chrys(Sweetheart) trying to reach her so she's not alone.

P2 - Alpha: Asher is having nightmares, and he and Emmanuel(Baabe) talk about Asher's becoming Alpha, and how he would rather have David back.

P3 - Sire: An update on Vincent and Gracie(Lovely). Will end vaguely in order to branch off with the person they chose to let Vincent turn.

P4 - The 69: Huxley was chosen to be reborn in Route 1. After being greeted by Vincent, Lasko (wearing an eyepatch) and Damien (in a wheelchair) enter to check on him. They discuss what happened and grieve their losses, while also including the fact that Gavin returned to Aria for an undetermined amount of time.

P5 - Detective: Milo is having nightmares about being outside the ward watching people die. Chrys tries to reassure him, and they continue into talk about the investigation. Chrys is on leave do to their motorcycle injury, but has received a promotion due to their work during the Inversion.

P6 - Healer: Willow joins Sam alone on a rooftop to reflect on the Inversion. She asks about how the kids are doing, and Sam provides updates. He also mentions that D.A.M.N. is now extremely shortstaffed, but they're having a flood of people wanting to study healing, and they've offered him a job knowing he's very skilled in that area. Willow thinks he should accept the offer, but he's not sure if teaching is what he wants to do.

P7 - The Freelancer: Cora was chosen to be reborn in Route 2. After being greeted by Vincent, Gavin and Caelum enter to check on her. They discuss what happened, including Lasko and Damien being in the hospital, and grieve their losses.

P8 - Dreamer: To end the series, we cut to Jessi(Blake's Listener) and Blake out on a date. Blake basically goes "uhuhu according to keikaku" while Jessi has no clue that her bf is a psycho.

Pending P? - Sister: This was a bonus chapter I've already sorta decided to pull, but it was going to purely revolve around my Blake's Sister OC Ava, and her feelings about this new case opening up as a result of the Invesion. This includes the police chief asking her (probably offscreen) if she'll be able to handle a case that involves her sibling, and revealing to Kieran (maybe Chrys on call) that the dreamwalker that interfered may be her brother. She reveals to them that while the two had a tense relationship growing up, and haven't spoken in years, she still loves her brother as a family member and may find it difficult to combat him.

Lovestruck: This drabble series has 3 chapters already, but here's my super secret list of other drabbles with their songs that I intended to write but haven't gotten to:

All of Me or Everytime We Touch- David/Angie

Drag Me Down - Emmy/Asher

Stereo Hearts x Zaalima - Milo/Chrys

Love Me Like You Do [Cello/Piano]  - Vincent/Gracie

*I Like It [Remix] - Amalia (OC)/Briar(Bright Eyes)

*I Like It [Remix] - Fred/Ryder (OC)

*This one was technically the next one I intended to write, and was left off in progress. It's going to be a double-drabble.

Rather Be - Avior/Stella

Birds of a Feather - Elliot/Sunny(Sunshine)

Hypnotic - Vega/Hydra(Warden)

Fever Dream or Shut Up and Dance - Blake/Jessi

Burn Break Crash or Accidentally in Love - Guy/Amy(Honey)

Can’t Help Falling in Love [Dark ver] - Ivan/Rivka(Baby)

Glad You Came - Kieran (OC)/Lasko

A Thousand Years ["Wedding" Ver] - Will/Kalila (OC) [Probably won't make]

Fever Dream - [Bonus gn listener if I feel like it] James/"Darling" (This was before he had a real listener, lmao. I don't actually know what the listener's name is though...)

Bad Things Happen Bingo (for Redacted):

Hanahaki: I've had an idea scribbled down to write this for Sam and Willow, specifically Sam since I've been enjoying the one-sided yearning on his part, ehehe~

Basically, Sam gets Hanahaki Disease, and the clan is trying to figure out what's wrong with him. William cites that it's an old and rare disease he hasn't seen in a while, and tbh, I have no idea how else it would go other than that, lol.

Locked in a Cage: Angie(Angel) right before her execution in the Imperium.

This is For Your Own Good: Avior realizes he completely fucked up handling Stella's(Starlight's) memory loss. Before their relationship shatters beyond repair, he holds her down and erases her memories to have one more shot...again.

Vague Ideas:

Vega/Warden: I just wanted to write about Hydra, and reference how she's friends with Caelum 💞

Vaelum Fluff: ...Okay soooo I kinda want to make a Vega/Caelum fic, but I don't really have any ideas for how to go about writing it, so it's just been a desire of mine silently floating through the void. I just know I want it to be soft and fluffy 💕

Kody Redemption P?: Maybe or maybe not a part where Chelsie goes to get her things back from her ex, but he tricks her into getting her alone so he can hurt her. Chelsie manages to reach Kody and in a very melodramatic fashion, Kody goes fisticuffs with her ex. He somehow gets out of it less harmed than Chelsie is, so she ends up in the hospital longer. This will be the second time she meets Damien, who will now be in a wheelchair.

Kody Redemption P?: I did want to include somewhere that he started going back to college somewhere else and met a cute and sweet girl that he likes and likes him back. It will also touch on how he slips back into his bad habits of stalking and possessiveness, but whether he stops talking to the girl or forces himself to correct his behaviours, I haven't decided yet.

Quinn Arc Shorts [My Ver]: I did intend once upon a time to fill in some of those blanks that Yours in Eternity, My Dearest had about what was going on with Quinn, but I'm not sure I have the desire to anymore honestly. I still have the spot reserved for it tho.

Vincent/Gracie&Dana(Stranger) Date OR Future Vincent/Dana: I have tossed the idea around to expand on Never Let You Go Again a little and have the three of them doing stuff together one day. I also had the idea of distant future Vincent after Gracie's passed away and how he and Dana start to hook up {Vampire/Mermaid couple anyone??] but idkkkk

[therevelationofjohn]

"Great Things, Hither and Yonder." From the Book of Revelation, 21: 22-27.

John concludes the set that predicts how the New City, a global combined Jerusalem will be born with the following Mish, which means "departure, how the evil is drawn out". John says all we need to do to finish it is the Lamb, the Mission of Mercy.

If we were to do as I have asked and kick Donald Trump and his freaky religious friends off the planet for good, restructure the Kremlin and the Vatican and focus all of our time, money, and attention on the Mission of Mercy, the return on invesment would roll your balls off.

My research indicates full funding of humanitarian projects can be managed tax and debt free using an authorized process and signature within a central bank. All we need is a qualified signatory, and God says we will prosper without end, from Africa to India, to Britain and beyond.

Imagine- trillions of dollars minted at low or no interest, even debt free every year to all the world's governments and industries that need assistance with attaining to modernity, coping with disease, climate, change, adequate, food, clothing, shelter, clean water, organic agriculture and public education...this could be our new way of life.

John says these "great things" are our destiny:

22 I did not see a temple in the city, because the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are its temple. 23 The city does not need the sun or the moon to shine on it, for the glory of God gives it light, and the Lamb is its lamp. 

24 The nations will walk by its light, and the kings of the earth will bring their splendor into it. 25 On no day will its gates ever be shut, for there will be no night there. 

26 The glory and honor of the nations will be brought into it. 27 Nothing impure will ever enter it, nor will anyone who does what is shameful or deceitful, but only those whose names are written in the Lamb’s book of life.

The secret to our spiritual success is an intellect that is has been trained to be acutely aware of all that God and His Spirit perform right in front of our eyes and how decently man plays his part. An indecent exposure should be obvious to us and we simply must learn to react with an instinctive reflexive response when the Order is broken.

The sins of the past are being repeated and exceeded by the Demogorgon, Donald Trump and the retards that follow him. Their behavior is illegal and unholy in the utmost and I am calling once again upon the Flock to put them all under their headstones where the law says they belong and do not wait. Man must earn his fleece and this is how God wants us to do it. Pope Francis - you and yours are next, you know this, and you know why.

I am going to cut your hands off, the very same that touched Jud and then you are going to wander Vatican Square as an example to the world about what it means to keep your hands off.

The Values in Gematria are:

v. 22-23: I did not see a temple in the City. The Number is 7543, עה‎םג, AHMG, "A hot peppery brotherhood is the source of God's Glory."

"The familiar adjective μεγας (megas) means great or large and is used pretty much in the same way as the derived English prefix mega-: from greatness of physical size (John 21:11) to largeness in number (Mark 5:11), festive elaboration (Luke 5:29), width of category (Matthew 22:36), effect (Matthew 7:27), joy (Matthew 2:10), social clout (Matthew 20:25) et cetera.

This word occurs 240 times in the New Testament; see full concordance and comes with the following derivations:

The substantively used adjective μεγαλειος (megaleios), meaning great(ness) or glorious(ness). This word occurs only in plural (in Luke 1:49 and Acts 2:11), in the sense of "great things". From this word comes:

The noun μεγαλειοτης (megaleiotes), meaning greatness or majesty (Luke 9:43, Acts 19:27 and 2 Peter 1:16 only)."

v. 24-25: The nations will walk by its light. The Number is 10564, ק‎הס‎‎��‎, KHSD, "Chesed." AKA "An official relationship."

The verb חסד (hasad I) means to be good or kind. It occurs only in 2 Samuel 22:26 and its parallel text of Psalm 18:25 (and is also the root of the familiar word Hasid, of Hasidic Judaism).

There is quite a bit of discussion about the essential meaning of the important and ubiquitous noun חסד (hesed), and that's because it covers a difficult to explain but very common mode of human behavior: kindness, (human) decency (Joshua 2:12, Ruth 1:8-9).

But this Hebrew noun חסד (hesed) is extra difficult because of its appearance in legal contexts. When two parties make a covenant, the reason is often a natural kind of hesed but the result is obligatory hesed. Thus, the natural hesed of a political interest may become the hesed of a binding treaty (Genesis 21:23), and the natural hesed of a friendship may become the hesed of an official relationship (1 Samuel 20:8-15)."

-> NOW, do you think the fuktards that invoke Jesus Christ in order to justify their hole raping tactics with little boys are behaving in a way that is appropriate for an ordained official or not?

I want them out. I want them cast out immediately, I want them swept out of mankind's way wherever they reside and hide. I want a picture of Donald Trump and the rest being herded into vans, taken to the city jail and I want it now.

God wants us to obey the obligations and these persons flault His Authority and they must not escape His Wrath or ours. Nothing impure must be allowed to abide:

v. 26-27: God's Glory will only fall on those whose names are in the Book of Life.

The Number is 14347, ידשם‎ז‎, yadshem‎z‎, "God's Hand is Hither, and it is Yonder."

In Hebrew, "Yad Vashem" (יָד וָשֵׁם) means " a memorial and a name". It is the name of the Holocaust memorial and museum in Jerusalem, established to honor the memory of the victims and to preserve the names of those who perished. 

Breakdown:

Yad (יָד): Means "hand" or "memorial". 

Vashem (וָשֵׁם): Means "and a name". 

Va (ו): A Hebrew conjunction meaning "and". 

Shem (שֵׁם): Means "name". 

Therefore, the phrase "Yad Vashem" literally translates to "a memorial and a name". 

Mankind has allowed iniquity propagated by the Church to infiltrate the State. Those responsible must not escape. Too many have cried and died already.

The final Gemara is עה‎םגק‎הס‎‎דידשם‎ז, ‎eham is gechshadshmas, "Where is the sun?"

I'm trying, honey, believe me.

Anything touched by Donald Trump and the Republican Party and the Vatican, anything or anyone or any institution that has done evil upon the land or the human race has to be swept away. Do not wait. The Lord is our friend, He is good and blessed, He is trying to help us. Therefore pay Him His Homage. These things, these warped and treacherous and perverted things, they will never help anyone or anything, they are just not interested or capable of it.

[jiminjeonging]

might be delulu but imo, ningselle's public and on camera/socials affection not only is cute/fun but also really emphasizes jmj real... just like along the lines of, only ningselle can be so openly PDA/affectionate for the cameras bc they're hot besties and not actually in a gay relationship so they can afford to joke around. but if them 2 are seen in public on dates on tour, where are jmj...? in their hotel room of course cherishing the time tgt. idk. this is also separate but i fully believe the dorm setup of jm/ning and aeri/mj is just for convenience when actively promoting. like, they are members of korea's biggest group and can fully afford living separately - if anything, i think they each have 4 separate apartments and stay at the SM dorms in the given setups when convenient for their work schedules

you do have a point with the first one! they genuinely seem like friends joking around and thats why i dont like when ppl say "they ended jiminjeong" like i know its a joke but now they have been saying this everytime ningselle interacts and it just comes off as disingenuous like cant you hype them up without mentioning jmj?? and they do this with every duo that isnt jmj for example audiz can have a cute moment and you will see someone in quotes saying "i like them better than jmj" like good for you but why are you comparing them?? sorry for the rant i just find this annoying😭😭

for the second part, them having different apartments but living together for schedules does make sense! apartments are more of invesments more than anything so jmj having diff apartments are okay too but since both of them talked about being homeless i felt like they are the only ones that didnt get an apartment for their own

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[stuckinapatriarchalbullshitland]

She Keeps Fighting//Falling Personal Thoughts

Lauren is fighting (falling) again. I know that it sounds ominous to say it, but it is what I am seeing with her, folks. And this song, Falling, was her first cry for help.

From the first verse, she tells us that she had to deal with a strong depression that did not even allow her to get out of bed, literally. Tyren and everything that Lauren had to live in the industry during her time in Fifth Harmony took a toll on her and the song demonstrates that dark stage. The stage before being an independent artist (with ties to Sony, but independent) and for which she had to fight too much to get what she wanted.

In the pre-chorus, Lauren tells us that she hid her feelings for a long time, her fight, that she would like to live without having to fight, but the industry is a shark well with which you have to learn to swim so as not to be devoured. And it must be exhausting. And that's why she's falling, again, literally.

The chorus said it all, she's asking for help

In the second verse, she keeps fighting. Lauren knows that she has to do it to get what she wants, otherwise she will stay stagnant. As much as she hurts everything, she is feeling she has to leave her pain at the door and get ahead. Having to take decisions without what she lived in the past affects her future.

The pre chorus and the chorus it's the same

On the bridge, Lauren knows what she must focus on, lessons and blessings. Everything she has learned during all this time in the world of music and blessings she has achieved through it. On the outro, Lauren mentioned a curious phrase: Nowhere to run to. But here, where she is, and where she has to be, to do what she needs to do And she ends with a prayer. Mother, catch me. I'm falling down, again.

___

And she's falling again, folks. Just like before she wrote Falling. At least, that is what I am seeing according to what Lauren herself has said lately. The fucking money is what's taking a toll in her this time, because it is really difficult to be an indie artist without the economic security of a major label. All I hope is that she can make good decisions, have a good legal team behind her, and a good close circle that gives her all the necessary support to face this new fight. Lauren already did it once, fought and won. I hope she will do it again and if so, as always, she will have all our support.

Falling will always be my favorite song of Prelude because she talked to us directly, about her pains, her fights, the problems she had to face during those hard times after Tyren and leaving a mainstream label, that won't give that security, monetary talking to do what she wanted to do.

We all know that the music industry is a shit hole, but they have what the artists need to produce their art because if there's something I've learned about the industry is that releasing a good album is not easy and it's an expensive investment.

And Invesment that the artist has to return to them in the end. Something I'm sure our moonchild doesn't want to deal with. Not again.

So, good luck my dear girl. You're smart and I trust you. You will be fine.

[milamber83]

I live in a dublex with my crazy neighbour who is researcher in MIT. He told me that he has developed some sort of serum which needs to be tested on humans. The weirdest part is that it has to be done with two humans, preferably being of the same sex. I was walking in downtown Boston’s seedier side alleys when I heard a man talking on a phone. I stoped to listen and heard that he is quite wealthy and recently arrived to the States without any presense in databases and alphabet agencies knowing. I thought that now we have a guinea pig number two.

I approached him quitely and knocked him out. I called my neighbour to pick us up. We went to back our dublex and his basement. We undressed the foreigner. The researcher injected his experiment serum on the man and told me undress and wait. We noticed that the serum had done its thing after five minutes when the unconscious man stopped breathing and become malleable. I entered into him from backside. The scientist asked whether I wanted to have the man’s face. I told him no due to wanting to keep mine. He gently pushed the man’s face to chest. The researcher told me I should still able to access the man’s memories.

Here I am, dressed in the guinea pig number two’s clothing. I noticed that I have lost majority of my hair during the process. The researcher told me that the hair will come quite soon but I should expect that they will not be same as before the procedure. Half an hour later I noticed a strange feeling in my mouth. I opened it and we noticed that some how had gotten the guinea pig dentures. That’s great news as this helps me to assume his identity.

A week later:

My new name is Constantino Alderisi. After the initial transformation, I noticed have become a gay thanks my host and other minor physical and psychological changes have sice emerged and will emerge for some time into the future. Thanks to my former neighbour and current lover, he entered my data into correct databses and none the alphabet soup agencies are wiser. We live in Boston’s downtown penthouse which my host had purched just before our acquisition of him. I also have his work in an invesment firm being an fund manager without my own prior experience. I’d like to think I am more moral than my host as he was quite a sleazebag. My lover also modified himself and has since then left the academia to live with me. Here is my lover’s picture. I would say that he is quite the top after being so small before his own transition. We sell quitely his invention to those in need.

[mgulbaz]

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[irritatinglytidsoptimist]

Sad movie/series ba yung Violet Evergarden? I wanna watch sana.

Anon it's an anime. And yes, it's fvcking sad as hell! It also have a series of the same title. The movie alone can be watched without watching the series, pero kung gusto mo ng full invesment to the show i'd suggest you watch the series first and the other movies as well.

If anime is not for you, and you want movies with feels, try August Rush, Everything is Illuminated, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, and It's Kind of a Funny Story. Cannot guarantee, but these films for me are auto emotional breakdown if you watch them in single day. Esp in this gloomy kind of day. :)

[the-bat-cat-art]

Coming back just to post this here :') I usually just feel must more comfortable posting over on Instagram, but this is going to be an exception.

I really enjoy reading fanfictions and they are what keep me invesed in a fandom. Over the years, I'm ashamed to admit, I've gotten horribly picky and I can't just read anything anymore. Seriously, a well written ff is gold and I have the greatest respect to all the authors out there. It takes a lot to keep up with writing; effort as well as bravery. Without those authors out there, putting up their work, I don't know what I'd do. Bless ya'll 💕

Anyways- the point is, I ended up reading one of the best Isekai type ffs I've ever read the past few days. I practically didn't do anything but to read :') and I enjoyed every single moment. I didn't expect much, but damn- I love it sm. It's called Lucky Child by @luckystarchild on FF net. It totally got me back into the YYH fandom and also helped me with escaping from anxiously working for Uni. It's s o well written, I barely noticed the time flying by while reading it and I never even wanted to stop, if only for a moment. Best thing to happen to me right before my bday. I'm just- so content and relaxed now compared to before it smhw. TYSM ahH 💙💕

(I scrapped the tongue of the plant cause I just can't draw tongues :'D)

[diamondcamefromhell]

Jaskier x fem!Reader pt.5

IT’S THE FINALE!

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

PART FOUR

It turned out longer than I intended, but i didnt want to split it up even more, so here it goes. i enjoyed writing it, i hope the time jump didnt mess up with your invesment in the story and what not and i hope you enjoy how this story ends! 

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Warnings: swearing

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We tried. I promise, we tried to find a home, but nothing felt quite right.

There were a few buildings, we stayed for a couple of weeks, feeling a bliss of finally settling down, but soon, something urged us to move again. A voice telling us this place wasn’t right. We met people too, made some friends, stayed with them for a while. But we ended up on different paths.

We tried solitude too, just me and him, enjoying the nature. We loved that, as I slowly began learning how to play the lute – even if I was horrible at it. Sky preferred the wilderness as well. But nothing felt quite right. Something was always missing.

And then we parted ways. I don’t quite know how it happened. I wish I did. I tried to pinpoint it, but to no avail. We loved each other so much, but yet not enough. Something just didn’t fit. I settled back to my roots – found a bar I actually liked working at. It wasn’t just piss and ale, it was travellers with stories, women encouraging each other.

Sky and Jaskier started going on adventures without me. Each one longer than the last. Until we stood there, as I hugged Sky goodbye, and kissed Jaskier, knowing I won’t see them for a while this time.

Maybe for forever.

It’s been a year since I last heard Jaskier’s voice, and I still wake up at night, craving it like air. I catch myself humming many of his ballads, even the one I hate the most. If any travellers mention any bards, I grill them trying to find out if it could be him.

So far, it hasn’t.

I miss Sky too, but I know he is far happier actually running around, going places. A horse like him could never thrive in the back of a tavern. I now realize bard is a similar way, there is only so much he can write about staying in one place. I had to let them go.

However, I never expected to meet other people from the past.

I serve ale to one of travellers when taverns doors open. I glance at it, not expecting much, but almost drop the cup when I see who walks in.

“Geralt.” I am drowned by a mix of emotions. Part of me wants to run away and hide, pretend I never saw him. Part of me wants to run to him and hug him and tell him how much I missed him. How I much I miss us all. His yellow eyes scan the bar, stopping at me. “Hi.”

“Long time no see.” The other travellers moves out of the way as Witcher approaches me. He hasn’t aged a day in these couple of years. I feel like I am about to cry, so I take a deep breath in, until I see him scan the room. Looking for something.

“Jaskiers not here.” I can’t stop my voice from breaking, and Geralt immediately catches that. Our eyes meet.

“Why? Where is the bard?” I sense a hint of worry in his voice and my sad heart saddens even more.

“He’s fine. I think he is.” I cover my face with my hands, holding back the tears. Barely, tough. “We parted ways, Geralt. I don’t know.”

“Why?” I slam my hand on the table, startling some men who were nearby.

“I don’t know, Geralt. I really don’t know what the fuck went wrong, or where.” My voice shakes. “But ever since that stupid dragon, we been drifting. And we drifted, I guess.”

“I’m sorry.” I press my lips together.

“Yeah. As am I.” I say sarcastically, until I take a breath in, chasing the anger away. “It’s been two years. How have you been?”

“Y/N.” I stare at the Witcher, who literally just ignored my question.

“What?” I bitterly ask, as he sits down.

“You miss him.” Geralt is not taking his eyes off me and I try my best to not crumble under his stare.

“Of course I miss him. Just like I miss Sky.” My voice grows quiet. “Just like we both missed you.”

“I am sorry about that, Y/N.” I know he means it, but I chase his apology out of my mind. I wont allow myself to forgive so easily. I simply can’t.

“Yeah well, it’s a bit too late for that, don’t you think?” I pour him some ale, placing it on the table. “Ale’s on me. Enjoy.”

I walk around the bar, leaving the Witcher behind. I need to catch a breath. I slam the taverns door, breathing in the fresh air. Streets are silent. I glance around, seeing Roach tied to a horse post. I rush to my old friend.

“Hey beauty.” I don’t care if Witcher threatens to break my hands, I hug his horse, who neighs in response.

She looks as healthy as ever. Still strong. I am glad to see her so well. I wonder if Sky is okay, it never once struck me to ask Jaskier if he knows how to take care of horses.

I am not even sure if he can take care of himself.

I chase the thought away, petting Roach. I cant allow myself drift into those dark thoughts. It’s a slope, and I always end up falling all the way to the bottom. I glance at the tavern, not really believing Geralt was sitting there. And he apologized. I wonder what would Jask do, if he was here.

But then, he had a heart far bigger than mine or Geralt’s. He would forgive his old friend in a heartbeat, asking about all the adventures he missed. I don’t realize I’m gripping the reigns and softly sobbing until I hear Witcher grunt.

I wipe away my tears, letting go of Roach, before I face him.

“I don’t believe Jaskier would leave you just like that.” I avoid his gaze. “Tell me what happened, maybe I can help.”

“There is nothing you can do Witcher.” I raise my voice. “People change. Jaskier did. As did I.”

“You still love him.” I now glare at Geralt, but his face remains emotionless.

“Love is not a thing that just goes away. Even if the person you love isn’t there, the feeling stays.” I hiss, as Roach anxiously snorts. “We never stopped loving you, Geralt. I will never stop loving him. But sometimes people leave, and you just have to deal with that.”

“But you both loved each other.” I roll my eyes, not believing I am actually having this conversation with him now.

“You also loved us. But you still left.” I bitterly point out. I hang my head low. “He never stopped singing about you.”

Geralt doesn’t respond, and I wipe more tears that managed to escape. I would go against all the monsters we ever fought just to hear Jaskier sing again. Just to see him annoy the mighty Witcher.

My mind sometimes goes to the day I first met them, and they saved me from a shitty job I had. They showed me the world, showed me how to live. I was convinced I would have to leave them, but with time, that feeling went away.

And then I lost them both. Sky too. I ended up back where I began, even more alone than before. My heart was fuller, sure, but it was fuller of sadness and grief over lost times.

“You want to look for him?” I lift my teary eyes, feeling like I lived a thousand lifetimes already. I wanted to see him again, but I was simply too tired to do it. Too scared of losing him again.

“He knows where to find me, Geralt.” My voice is quiet. “He knows he has a home here, if he wishes to come back.”

“Hm.” I smile as this brings back so many memories, a simple hm taking me years back. I sigh.

“I’m glad you stopped by. I missed you.” I place my hand on Roach, petting her cheek. “I missed her too.”

“You miss adventures, Y/N.” He argues but I smile, with a heavy heart looking back at Witcher.

“I miss having a home.” I confess, realizing my home was with them both. There was something so complete when we all were together, like puzzle pieces, joining. Things weren’t always nice, or easy, but it was home. I felt safe, accepted and loved. Always encouraged to grow. I pull out my silver dagger, the one Geralt gave me, and show it to him now. “This is all I have left now.”

“Don’t you want to look for home?” I shake my head.

“I am not an adventurer, Geralt.” I smirk, handing him the dagger. “I need to settle down.”

He takes it out of my hands, and I pull the other, iron one, out too. He takes that as well. I cant bear another farewell, so I pat his arm, walking back in the tavern, leaving him behind yet again. The rest of the day passes calmly, none of the men ask me about how I know the Witcher.

I don’t rush to tell anything either.

The evening comes and I got to my room upstairs. I try to hurry up and settle in my bed but tonight it feels especially empty. I try my best to stay calm, but tears take over, and I spend another lonely night.

When I finally fall asleep, the bliss doesn’t last long, as nightmares rush in, slashing my throat, shaking me awake. I don’t go back to bed until dawn. I simply can’t. I enjoy the sunrise through my window, breathing in the fresh breeze, looking out as some of townsfolk wake. I hear horses neigh in nearby stable. Chatter starts downstairs.

When I go there, room grows silent. I realize I must look horrible, but I don’t care.

“Y/N, you don’t have to work today.” The tavern owner tells me. He’s an elder man, who in many ways reminds me of Borch. I nod.

“I came here for some ale, that’s all.” I quietly say.

The day goes by. Some of women come and try to comfort me, asking if they can help. I appreciate their concerns, but push them away. I tell them I fine, and I tell myself that, to the point where I almost believe it.

Weeks go by and Geralt seems to become a distant memory again. People at the bar also stop their whispers whenever they see me. I finally manage to sleep for more than two hours. Things are fine again. I can almost pretend I never left the first tavern I worked at. I can almost erase all of the memories.

But sometimes I can still taste Jaskier’s smile.

I sigh, going back to my sad reality, where I am cleaning up ale from the tables. Just how my life was always meant to be. Until I hear a lute behind me.

When I look for the sound, I see him. Just like the first day, wearing a matching pale blue suit. However, this time it’s different, it has gold roses all over it. I see Geralt behind him, looking moody as always. I didn’t expect to see them separately ever again.

Yet alone together.

I stare at bard in disbelief, as he continues playing, but he doesn’t sing. Our eyes meet, and it feels like the rest of the tavern disappears. I am overwhelmed with emotions, so much pain but so much relief to see him again. My heart and all crevices of the soul fill with love and fear of it being ripped away again. Even hope manages to squeeze in.

His melody sounds sad, but hopeful. I could listen to it forever, but then again, I could just listen to him forever. When the music stops, I realize half the tavern is taring at us. Most of them know Jaskier, they have met him before, and some of them saw me talk to Witcher. I guess they never would have put all three of us together.

I don’t blame them.

“Y/N.” My gaze is drawn from the men, back to the bard. His voice proves to me that he’s real. It’s deeper than I remember.

“Jaskier.” I don’t know what to say. What to do. I blink, as if to see if he won’t disappear. I look over his shoulder. “Geralt?”

“I ran into the bard.” His voice rings in my ears as I begin to feel dizzy. This is too much. “I was going this way, so I just stopped by again.”

“Hm.” I say, as the room goes black.

When I open my eyes, I don’t expect to see Jaskier, but yet, here he is, looking down to me as his eyes paint with worry and relief at the same time. I see Geralt standing in the corner, with his eyes also glued to me.

“Oh thank heavens you’re okay.” I look back at the bard, still, short for words.

“What happened?” I ask, my voice cranky.

“You passed out.” I roll my eyes at Witcher, trying to sit up. Jaskier rushes to help me, but I don’t allow him. Pushing his hands away, sitting up myself.

“I figured that much.” I glance at Jaskier. “Why are you here?”

“I thought you’d be happy to see me.” My heart aches and I want to reach for his hand, but I stop myself.

“I am. Truly, I am. I just, I don’t understand.” I close my eyes, slowly breathing in.

“Ah, well. Geralt ran into me and Sky in one of the towns nearby. I was just playing with lute outside one of the taverns when I saw him.” I glance at Geralt, who shows no emotion. “He didn’t even say hello, he just walked up and punched me in the groin.”

“You deserved it.” Geralt grunts, and I feel a smile creep on my face.

“Either way, that was his way of saying hello. After we caught up a little he was eager to tell me he ran into you.” Jaskier’s tone changes from playful, to serious. “He told me you looked really… unwell. And sad.”

“How kind of him.” I say, sarcastically. Jaskier takes my arm in his, and I find this sensation so familiar my beating heart calms down almost right away.

“I wanted to come back sooner, I did. I just… I was scared.” I squeeze his hand just a little, encouraging him to talk. “I was scared you might be angry at me. I didn’t even consider the fact that you could be missing me too.”

“Of course I missed you, Jaskier!” I lean closer to the bard. “I missed you every day since you were gone. I was never angry you left, I understand this domestic life isn’t exactly for you. I just wanted to see you again, to hold you again. You can ask almost anyone at the tavern, they all know.”

“It just seemed like we were drifting, and it was painful to see you going through that.” I cover my face with my hands, hiding my frustration.

“Drifting apart or not, I still love you Jaskier.” I cry out, not hiding my emotions anymore. I look at him now, also teary eyed. “Not for a split second did I stop loving you.”

“Neither did I.” Jaskier agrees, gripping my hand even tighter.

“So this was a pointless fallout?” I glance at Geralt, smiling.

“Nothing is pointless.” I face Jaskier again. “Even the ugliest things have beauty in them.”

“Y/N… I am so sorry.” I pull him into a hug, embracing him so tightly, I felt I might squeeze his brains out. My eyes land on Geralt.

“Thank you.” I mouth, silently. I know he went to find Jaskier. He didn’t just run into him. He did it, for us. Because Witcher too, after all these years, didn’t stop caring about us.

“Shh.” He puts his fingers on his lips, giving me a smile.

Things didn’t just go back to normal, no. It took time, and effort. But Jaskier and I put that in, and with each day we made more and more progress, becoming stronger than we ever were before. Geralt stayed with us for a few days, before embarking on another adventure. He promised he would come visit us as often as he could.

He also kindly, through many angry grunts and stares, gave Jaskier enough material to write ballads without having to leave me again. At least for a little while.

So we worked like that. We found our balance. Jaskier would sometimes harass Geralt and tag along on his ventures, once in a blue moon even I would come, just to annoy the Witcher even more. However, I preferred staying here, working. Eventually, the tavern owner decided he was too old to deal with drunken men and angry travellers, so I took over for him.

The tavern was officially mine. Jaskier spend a lot of time here, entertaining the guests, who carried his ballads far and wide. Witcher kept his promise too, visiting us, although he would always insist he was here ‘just for free ale.’

With time, he started coming with Yennefer, who proved to be a great woman. Jaskier and her stopped bickering, and all was well.

We found a balance, so perfect for us, it was unreal. Of course, we had our arguments and fights. But in the end, things always worked out.

And here we were, listening to Jaskier sing a song he wrote for all of us. Yennefer smiling and even singing along, Geralt sipping his drink with a slight curl to his lips, and me, serving up ale to my friends, dancing and prancing to the music of my true love.

The journey wasn’t easy. But the journey led us here, to this very moment. It was worth it all.

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I want to thank everyone who continued reading this short story. it gave me the courage to keep writing, and i know it took only two days for me to finish it, i am still sooo glad i was able to take this adventure, and to take you all with me.

basically, thank you all for giving me a voice and listening. it means the world. all the kind words I got, i wish you knew how much i needed this encouragement. i will try to do better and grow even more for you all.

thank you from the bottom of my heart

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The hospital was a peculiar environment for the one who had been accustomed to visiting it for the sake of – affirmation, so to speak. Whether or not her mark would breathe their last word or if she would be demanded to execute more, which had been a rather gruesome tableau to witness when she was young, the more she developed with age and sounder learning it soon became a walk in the park for the raven-haired, now with streaks of brown cascading across counteance and no fringes to conceal the piercing she had gotten one intoxicating night with her spouse. It was a whimsical experience to be up and around, strolling along hallways without having to press the piece in her ear and instead draping up the mantle of a family member who was there to, in a way, commend the fresh additions. Not that it was her sole purpose – she couldn’t careless still, but her punk husband had coaxed her to attend with him and she didn’t think she could ever remain hard-bitten whenever he spoke with sincerity, and plus, ultimately she figured this could be a decent way to bond them even further, although they had just ventured through astonishing trips together and perhaps, she could impress him with her willingness to actually be there this time around. Blending in with the rest was still a subject she would rather evade at all costs, the notion of receiving too many stares after what had occurred throughout their escape resumed to dangle like a haggard windchime, and whilst sure, these people had proven to be a lot more tolerable than the rest of those inquisitive residents outside, but certainly there would be queries being tossed here and there, which she would rather gnaw and spit out if she could. She was a lot of work, that was for sure – unless one just happned to be Cyrek, she had no interest in expanding her network and relationships, discovering them to be fruitless and an obstacle if hoisted a lot. Even her own siblings she remained somewhat aloof with, though recently she had been a smidge tender with them – not yet brandishing the qualities of a proper oldest sister, but she was not behaving as puerile as she had once been with habituated mannerism to turn petulant. Another tick which might have intrigued her was the fact that there would be babies, revelations had exposed the knowledge of their off-spring beyond these walls were alive and well, and before Evren could further submerge herself in that pleasantly heart-wrenching moment, she considered the concept of familiarizing herself with these mini-broods to be somewhat riveting. They had Soomi, and Amaris, two she was still endeavouring herself to not balk away from and remind herself they were all she had ever yearned for, but perhaps these bundles could huddle the idea of children more, assist her in regaining that nurturing side which would slip out in fragments amidst her propensy to act rather volatile the preponderance of her time.

After they received the greenlight to observe the babies at the NICU, the former agent lifted her head off her husband’s lap, never one to mind and even ceaselessly sought for a public display of affection. Frankly, she was also well-informed of his discomfort, the troubled expression he would sport when trekking in and out of the hallways, and the least she could do was offer him at least an ounce of comfort. She had learned quite a lot about him throughout their travels, what would make him tick, or if a certain entourage or setting could falter that inferno she’d grown to adore – and though she might not excel at reassurance still, she had gone a long way since the days where all that she could provide to him was intense fornication which had altered into something a little debilitated with how skewed their cognizances had been. Whilst she was permanently coated in yearning and profound invesment towards those whom she had chosen to bid her affection – she had taught herself how to slow down a bit in several circumstances, at least, she supposed that behavior would be crucial in order to not overwhelm him at all times. He could be fickle after one had bombarded through his thick layers of complexity, and after such horrendous recent events, she was attempting to do things right. There was a lot of her that required fixing as well, but she thought she could mend herself, as well as him, by doing all of this and permitting comprehension to patter its way through – not just relying solely on the fervid craving that she had. She chucked the last bit of gushers they had purchased earlier before entering the hospital into her mouth – while her husband was off to accompany the post-labor brunette inside the room, Evren thought it wouldn’t be fair to intervene the moment and ambled off back to the NICU, through that transparent glass, devouring the way those bundles were cautiously placed down and stirring as if they had gotten their mantles stripped off of them. Craning her neck to one side, she couldn’t help but muse over memories – what it would have been, could have been like, had she been around for their own daughter. It was a conflicting rumination, so to speak, for that would have been something she would have cherised, but simultaneously Bartholomew had possessed some truth; she would not have performed well as a newborn mother. Overly tousled back then, driven by hunger to impress and unbridled in her taste for disturbance, as well as torment. Still, the could-have-beens would daunt her for the rest of her life, pondering the normal, picket-fence life she wished she could have had with him from the beginning. Disrupted by the footsteps approaching her, she analyzed the reflection and mismatched eyes she was quick to imbibe. “I got a little curious, is all. These – babies, I wonder if they treated her well.” She mused, one hand trailing its fingers down the glass, and the other twining with his, her thumb sliding across olive flesh. “Wonder what it would have been like if we had been there all along. I would never – ever forgive them for all of that.” She muttered, then leaned back, the back of her head discovering a landing on his solid chest. “Do you think we could have another chance? I mean, there’s Soomi and Mari, do you think we could ever have a do-over; have the opportunity to go through the whole process again, together?” It was a lingering thought; dubiety about life she would at times toss spontaneously. “Are the twins in there?”

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