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Winter's King 13
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, cheating, violence, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You are a maid to the Duke of Debray, a lord of the Summer Kingdom. That is, until the king of Winter appears with his particular air of coldness. (Medieval AU)
Characters: Geralt of Rivia
Note: Ahhh! I almost own a house.
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The queen struts down the hall, the white satin limning her figure. She is shameless as she passes soldiers but she needn’t worry for their judgments. You peek up at the few errant eyes that follow her, though many pass without even a glance in her direction. Servants course through the corridors, busy with preparations for the morrow’s departure.
You think of asking Queen Jazlene whether now is not the best time. If she should be more concerned with her venture north. Of all she’s acquired of the queen’s former possessions, there is not a fur among her chests. Nothing more than a trim of squirrel or rabbit along a collar. The summer kingdom does not warrant the need. And certainly, you think, the king must be equally busied by the pending journey.
As ever, your duty keeps you silent. You do not know better than a queen. You bide her whims, not your own. You follow the soft whisk of the robes hem and your mind wanders in your stead. You think of the dark gardens and the king’s words.
‘Should I remain any longer, I might give it all up.’ He must be eager to return home. You can’t help but harbour your own impatience. For all you’ve heard of the Hinterlands, you cannot picture them well. You want to see them yourself. It is the only time in your life you really ever longed to see something entirely unfamiliar.
The queen stops and the soldiers on either side of the door shift, alert at her approach. The do not look welcoming. You wring your hands behind your back. What can you do but let the queen proceed?
“Let me through,” she demands, “I must see the king.”
“Your highness,” the rusty-haired soldier drawls, “he is not receiving--”
“He is my husband,” she sneers, “I am the queen.” She points to herself, “I give you orders, sir. Not the reverse.”
The other man huffs and tilts his head to the other as if to say, ‘don’t bother’. The first soldier raises his elbow to hit the door beside him.
“Your highness, you have a visitor,” he calls through.
“A visitor?” Jazlene scoffs and steps forward, grabbing the handles of the doors to try to force her way through. “I am more--” She shakes the doors as they offer resistance from the other side. You can see clearly through the crack between them that they are latched within.
The metal grinds inside as the lock is slid out of place. The queen blusters through as a dark-haired man stands by the left door, watching behind her as she blows in like a storm. You pause in the doorway, uncertain if you should go further.
The king sits at the table of his receiving chamber, maps unfurled and kept unrolled by heavy ornaments. He has one arm on the chair and his other hand against the tabletop. He watches his wife with his golden eyes, his lips straight and unamused. The man who opened the door, watches with a crooked grin.
“Husband, I have come to see you. As we have much travel ahead, I figured it was the best time for us to--”
“The best time?” King Geralt ponders flatly, “we ready for the ride north. We must anticipate the remaining rebels and assuage lingering acrimony. We must also account for the snows that will meet us in the Hinterland. This campaign has kept me long and the winter will be there to greet us.”
“Let the servants trouble for it,” she insists.
The man by the door flutters his fingers at you, “in?” He mouths.
You blink, uncertain. You step inside hesitantly and step to the edge of the other door. He pushes the left one shut and turns to watch the interaction with glee.
“You should trouble for it,” the king reproaches, “you should act as queen and so you should think of your people.”
“Husband, do not presume to educate me. I have had tutors all my life. I understand these things. I was borne to be a lady, to mind a castle--”
“A castle not a realm,” he shakes his head, “this is no banquet.”
“Ugh,” she huffs, “what has gotten into you? Last night--”
“It is today,” he insists over her, “I am occupied.” He shifts his chair pointed and frames an area on the maps with his large hands. “Jaskier,” he calls, “come, we must determine our way through Hare’s Pass.”
“Your highness,” the man jaunts forward bouncily and as he nears the table, he pulls out a chair, “Queen Jazlene, please, have my seat.”
The king looks at his companion with a deathly glimmer. The lord in his cornflower jacket is unbothered by the distaste aimed in his direction. He smirks back defiantly.
“Thank you, sir,” Jazlene simpers and sits with her back straight and her chest pushed out, “I think I’ve forgotten which one you are.”
“Lord Jaskier,” he intones, “I held the capital while the king claimed his beautiful wife.”
She giggles and runs her hand along the front of her robe, “oh, how valiant, sir.”
“Jaskier,” the king growls again, “put your mind back to the road--”
“We have it figured, your highness,” the lord rebuffs, “surely you should enjoy this time you have in one place with your wife.” Jaskier takes another stool and sits at the table, “I should very much like to know this summer queen better. You secret her away--”
The king sighs. His fingers tap in irritation on the table. He sits back and throws his hand up.
“I see you are no help, as usual,” the king snips.
“And you are tedious,” the lord smirks again. “My queen,” the man sits forward, his attention on Jazlene, “I traveled the summer lands once before. You see, I fancy myself a musician and as a young boy, I would play for the courts. I never ventured to Debray but I was at Harlowe. It is closeby.”
“I know Harlowe,” Jazlene brightens, forgetting her mission for talk of herself. “Yes, I went there often for their harvest fairs. Were you there when Lord Edmund was still alive?”
“Ah, yes, I believe he wasn’t there long after I left for the next county,” Jaskier artfully feeds her self-importance.
“He was a good man. Of the few my father respected,” she mourns with her hand to her chest. She shakes her head and pauses with a sullen sigh, “maid,” she snaps her head up, “bring wine for us.”
“No wine,” King Geralt counters swiftly.
“We have a guest, husband, surely we should entertain him according to etiquette. In these summer lands, we offer sustenance to our guests,” she argues.
“Bring warm milk then. You needn’t be glazed over with wine on the morrow--”
“I am the queen and I am grown, I will have wine,” Jazlene waves her hand at you tersely, “maid!”
The king glances at you. You stand in indecision. You can defy neither but in that moment, you must choose one or the other. His golden eyes drift over to the queen and back to you.
“Go, fetch wine,” he relents.
You bow your head and spin to set off on the task. Your thankful to escape the tension that floods the room. You can sense that the queen’s intrusion is unwelcome and yet that lord ignores the king’s mood. Almost as if he means to agitate him.
You weave through the disarray of the corridors down to the kitchen. Barrels of pickled foods and crates of dried goods are stacked, waiting to be loaded onto carts for the distance ahead. The king must still think of feeding his army, and now, a royal retinue.
You claim a bottle of wine amid the hectic furor and some goblets. You’re out of breath as you return to the upper floors and slow yourself to regain composure as you approach the king’s chamber. You’re let within without obstruction. Just the maid.
You cross to the table and set the goblets upright, then the heavy bottle. Jazlene ahems and taps the brim impatient before you can uncork the bottle. The neck moves away from your reach as Lord Jaskier snatches it instead. He opens it easily and pours the queen a cup as the king leans heavily on an elbow. As you glance over, you meet his golden eyes and quickly shy away. You see he is not happy. You thought by Jazlene’s measure, thing’s might have been improving.
You take your place by the wall. The king sighs. He does that a lot, as if he means to say something but will not. Lord Jaskier slides a goblet towards him.
“Drink and let loose, your highness, you can’t be surly upon the road,” Jaskier chides.
The king does not move. He glares at his company then looks at the ceiling. Queen Jazlene slurps loudly.
“How charming you are, my lord, a wonder his highness likes you so much,” she chirps.
“A surprise to me as well but I think my loyalty more tolerable than my other traits. Yet, you’ve yet to the king bellowing the most bawdy ballad. He is particular lively after a battle,” Jaskier winks at his liege tauntingly and receives nothing in return. “Mm, how about a game? The king is fond of those. How about it, then?”
The lord lifts his cup and holds it before his lips, watching the king in his cantankerous glower. Another sigh as he sits forwards and tilts a hand indifferently.
“If it keeps you from chattering,” the king mutters as he clears the heavy ornaments and rolls the map up. He focuses on that as Jaskier pulls a pouch free of his belt.
“This is one he taught me. The old king before him was fond of it too. The mind’s of rulers, hm?” Jaskier explains as he loosens the tie of the bag and pours out similar pieces to the ones in Geralt’s purse. “Have you played it?”
Jazlene keeps her hand on her cup. The king continues to clear the table, pushing aside the cup meant for him as he shifts the bottle off another map. He stands and gathers the rolled parchment. He approaches you.
“Bring these to my bedchamber,” he bids under his breath.
As you take them, your sleeves brush his and his fingers drag along the fabric of your dress. He stares down at you, his breath fuming like a hearth. You hug the maps and he backs away, returning to the table. You take your order and find your way through the east door into his bed chamber.
You set down the maps on the chest near the foot of the grand bed. His sword leans against the frame, tall in its sheath. You stop to admire the thick handle and its well-hewn grooves. It must be heavy.
You tear your admiration from the weapon and return to the receiving chamber. Jaskier reviews the rules as Geralt rolls his fingers against the armrest, bored by the explanation. You resume your vigil and stare at the wall.
Pieces are dolled out, dice are counted, and the round begins. The king is let to have the first turn. He plays the same as he did against you. It must be some strategy. The queen is prompted to have her go but she is silent. She hums and stares down at the table. Jaskier whispers behind his hand, drawing your gaze.
“Let her play her own turn,” the king insists, “isn’t any fun playing against two of you.”
“Your highness, I was only doing my duty as a royal advisor,” Jaskier returns playfully. “By all means, my beautiful queen, I am certain you are as a clever as you are elegant.”
Jazlene preens in the praise. She drinks some more wine then rolls a dice, seemingly without thought. Several of her pieces are plucked up by both king and lord. She pouts.
“Wait, what happened?” She mopes.
“Rules,” Geralt grumbles. “Jaskier, go on then, take my bronze.”
“I know your tricks,” the lord replies, “I will not fall for it. I’ll have your silver.”
Jaskier rolls the diamond dice and groans. The king takes his silver instead.
“You’ve switched out the dice, certainly,” Jaskier accuses.
“You whine about chance,” the king rebukes and rolls, taking even more silver from his advisor. “And again.”
He gestures to Jazlene and her brow ripples. You can see she doesn’t understand. She will want to use the square dice then, she might have the iron back that she lost. She uses the slightly rounded die instead. Jaskier is already counting her gold.
“I don’t understand,” she crosses her arms, “this game makes no sense.”
“It is your first attempt,” Jaskier assures her, “you will get better.”
“It’s boring,” she sits back and drinks more wine.
Jaskier has a swig of his own as he rolls. He claims his silver back from the king and some from Jazlene. She shakes her head and waves you over with her hand. You can see her goblet is empty as you near. You lift the bottle to pour as the king has his turn. He loses a few iron but doesn’t seem to mind.
The queen’s turn comes and you linger, examining her pieces. Your lips move slightly. Square, square, square. Your eyes flit up and find the king’s watching you. Oh no.
“Wine, maid,” Jaskier clunks down his cup with a hollow noise.
You move around Jazlene’s chair as she snarls under her breath. She rolls the triangle die. Her gold is all gone. She slaps her hands down and you rescind the bottle before you can pour as Jaskier’s cup wobbles. He laughs at the queen’s dismay and she sweeps away her pieces and dice before she can lose.
“It isn’t fair! I don’t understand.”
“If you don’t understand, ask. Do not be impetulant,” King Geralt reprimands. “You make a mess like a child.”
“Do not speak to me as one,” she spits back. “I am not!”
“Your behaviour would suggest otherwise,” the king says.
“Now, now, perhaps it would be fairer with a forth, eh? Trios always do prove imbalanced,” Jaskier intones.
As you go to pour the wine, you are suddenly pulled off your feet. You land in his lap and nearly drop the bottle. You hug it close as you notice the king lurch, sitting straight, only to stop himself on the edge of his chair.
“Eh, do not handle the maid as such,” he demands. “She serves the queen.”
“She may join us, yes? The queen could have an ally. We will play as pairs.”
“Let the maid go,” the king grits.
“Oh, do settle,” Jaskier unhooks his arm from around you. You stand and let your nerves settle, steadying your hands to pour the wine. “You are no fun, your highness.”
Jazlene giggles, “oh he certainly is not. So dour,” she sounds like Lady Rezlyn in that moment. Often the duchess would throw barbs at her husband shamelessly. “Even his games are dull.”
“You needn’t play,” King Geralt shoves his chair back and stands, “it was not my suggestion.”
“She is right. You are much too serious,” Jaskier remarks.
You leave the wine and back away. The air is thick. You feel as if you should go but cannot without dismissal. The king roils hotly as he exhales loudly.
“Far too serious,” Jazlene trills, “he hasn’t time for any sort of fun, has he? He must attend his kingly duties and yet, he neglects his husbandly ones.”
The king lets out a growl. He sneers at his wife as Jaskier’s laughter subsides. The lord looks alarmed as he peeks between the royal couples.
“Mm, suppose it is time I see to my own luggage,” he rises.
“No, stay, drink your wine,” King Geralt insists brusquely, “you and the queen can have mine,” he grips the goblet by the brim and shoves it towards Jazlene as the contents slosh. “You will find me attending my dour kingly duties, should you think to recall your own.”
The king spins and stalks off, hands in fists, and bulls through the doors. They slam behind him and make you jump. You blink at the wood as your heart pounds. For as much as the queen wants her marriage to improve, she is hardly helping herself.
“Ah,” Jaskier sits with a tut, “he can be a touch sensitive, can’t he?”
Jazlene laughs, though you hear the nervous rattle in it, “can’t he?”
#geralt of rivia#dark geralt#dark!geralt#geralt of rivia x reader#fic#dark fic#dark!fic#series#au#medieval au#the witcher#winter's king
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Eh, almost forgot ;~;; Commission for sweet @celestialrose3 ;;~;;; Thank you so much *bows*
#rottmnt#I am always very nervous when I draw commissions that are related to someone's story... how to explain it...#No matter how many times you might tell me that it's okay#I can't put it in the words because it sounds stupid and silly#but#you see#It's CAS#cass fanart tag#and it is commission#I ALWAYS FEEL NERVOUS TO POST COMMISSIONS YES I DID THEM FOR SOMEONE BUT they might be related to someone's story or comic and I sit and#think “Can I show it? Isn't it irritating? Am I even allowed to take commission related to it??” I“M SORRY I'M FIGHTING WITH THIS FEELING#ALL MY LIFE#okay no I can't explain it it's just my stupid brain that feels very nervous about such a topic and wants to hide everything related to it#You saw nothing but I just needed to put it into words to feel a little better about it#*hides*
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found out while putting together matthias's oc page that his name has the exact same etymology and meaning as theo's name...
i’m sure this is information matthias is very normal about…
#theo is in fact a gift from god so jot that down !#river dipping#i've been throwing myself into oc stuff bc i'm not doing hot mentally which is... tbh when i do my best writing 😭#none of this is new tho i wrote the bios and 'at a glance' intros months and months ago when i first made an oc page#which is why i do plan on rewriting them but for now i'm leaving them like this... so i guess the echthroi page is done?#obviously echthroi has more characters than this but i haven't taken new screenshots of everyone yet...#i put the gray cas bg back in my game a few days ago only to completely forget i wanted to take new headshots for the oc page 😭#like these are just placeholders... i want the backgrounds to match the oc page. oh... or maybe i could just do transparent pics?#i think i remember vyx made a post abt how to do that... will look into that when i open the game again. rn i'm at my keyboard 🧑💻#like i am writing new things! started a google doc for theo yesterday and have been writing on it here and there since then#i've already cried in there... lmaooo. i like oc pages for sure but i think a huge google doc is what i really need to keep track of things#i drop so much lore in tags on here and it's like! river write that down somewhere else or you'll lose it 😭#like i fr have never actually written down any of the info i've shared on here. i've just had all this oc knowledge stored in my brain.#so i went through and copied over a tonnn of tags and posts i've made into google docs but i just know i'm missing things i've probably#said in the tags of their core tagged posts... 🧍 if my blog didn't have so many posts i'd have an easier time going through it but 🤷#and on top of that i've been making a bunch of posts about theo and matthias on my main acc. which is like 🧍 well great now there's more#i'm gonna lose track of...... i fr have gottt to get into the habit of actually putting things down in theo's google doc!!!#i'm just trying to figure out the best way to format it all but i've downloaded a few templates that i've been messing with.#...anyway. if it isn't obvious i'm trying to get back to posting on here. i'm opening my inbox now with the intent to just.#sit here in my inbox until i can get myself to reply. lads... avpd is actually so torturous i'm not kidding.#i feel like i'm dying trying to get myself to interact with people sometimes even despite how badly i want!!!! to interact!!!#theo and me and our avoidant trauma responses holding hands and skipping around together
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on the one hand we have many people treating me like Mrs. Bennet trying to marry off her daughters, just like Maria pls date someone go on a date once, anyone, just GO, get out there and then on the other hand we have my mom saying she doesn’t think you should try to make Romance happen but only take opportunities as they come if you want to. so.
#these are too personal for a post I should have put it in the tags#but another source of anxiety!#I don’t feel any desire to be on a dating app i am happy with how things are right now#but people can make you feel so weird 😭😭😭#like just. Maria you have soooooo many walls up you HAVE to get out there#sometimes it does make me question if something is wrong with me#but then I’m like ? ??? that just seems so panick-y and awful#to be like oh noooo I’m TOO comfortable I’m just hiding from reality#like surely on this matter we can all just trust God right?#not saying you can’t be trying to meet people or take opportunities! but just#I don’t see any human way to manufacture something that I personally would be happy with#I think it’s all out of my hands and I’m okay with that#most of the time!!!!!! until people make me overthink it
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having a vague "why am i writing this horrible story?" crisis about the anglo-saxon au fic that has taken over my mind since *checks* about two days ago. i have approx 2000 words of it written so it is going fairly well in that sense but i have gone a bit niche with my fics recently and am starting to think "nobody wants to read this, people will be annoyed at you if you post this" a bit more often, even though they probably won't because it's a free cake and it's rude to complain about free cake.
#HOWEVER while hits are low the comments are about the same so that's actually my fics doing better really isn't it?#i keep stats hidden on ao3 usually but i occasionally put them back on and look at my stats page#part of switching off stats wasn't MY stats so much as other people's. i do think losing that context makes me feel better about mine.#for all i know 120 hits for a month-old sifki fic is Incredible Amounts of Number Go Up so i may as well just assume it is right?#just as i have MANY silent fans who are too shy to comment or kudos or rec my fic but they LOVE me and i am their FAVE#okay this little pep-talk in the tags has helped somewhat: i NEED to finish this horrible fic for the lurkers who love me! they'll LOVE it!#ps: the missy & jamie moriarty fic has had 24 hits which considering the crossover i am actually very pleased with :D#\o/#fic related#btw if i start tagging my fic-related posts with the working-titles so i can later track my own thought processes would that be weird?#is that too “anne rice if she had a yahoo mailing list”?
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#this one's like a fucking mystery. who's that pokémon?? what pokémon is this?? you can't fucking tell unless you open the cut or read below#where i tag what pokémon it is. i think i'm gonna put this one's tags above the actual name of the pokémon just to throw y'all for a loop#because this one? i don't even KNOW what counts as front-facing. i'm ASSUMING it's the top one?? but the prey eyes are just#unbelievable so i included that one under the cut. i don't even know if i can consider that “prey eyes” at this point. what is this thing??#what's the thing protruding?? a mouth?? it doesn't lend itself to making it look any more like a moon! it just— it just protrudes!!#i really just don't understand. what or why this pokémon is or exists. what type is it? pure psychic?#nnnNNAURP rock/psychic. can't believe i forgot about the rock typing considering the way that guy with the solrock in swsh#raid battles used it. whatever i think i've successfully revealed what pokémon this is by now#lunatone#and yes‚ i know now that zangoose walks on all fours in pmd. THANK YOU!!! FOR TELLING ME. EVERYONE ON TUMBLR#i got it when the first person told me. i looked them up. i saw them. with my eyes. i feel like i've talked about pmd enough in these tags#and in asks that i've answered that you all should know how much of a pmd fan i am by now but i guess it's GOOD TO CONFIRM#perhaps no one really does read these tags. unless they have an opportunity to correct me. lasered in on that#i'm not like mad i'm just like WOW everyone told me. that is SO many people telling me after the first one did and i know SO hard#anyway. i'm gonna go remove these tags from the dusclops post. pphhhheew
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historically accurate trip to clifton's cafeteria!!!
[progress shots under the readmore]
#em draws stuff#SEND HIS ASS TO THE CLIFTON’S CAFETERIA!#I have been working on this image for More Than A Week and I feel like it has taken years off my life :]#look sometimes you get possessed by enthusiasm about fun comics you read and also nostalgia for bizarre novelty restaurants#due to the fact that clifton's no longer exists I cannot go there. but I can send the blorbos there by force if I so choose.#there's just something about old southern california restaurants with strange gimmicks and themes. take me away to there.#since I am very proud of this I will be using the full proper tags just this one single time [lying through my teeth]#swapping my usual format so there’s not just an absolute deluge of organizational stuff right off the bat#I think I said that the madness would probably go away soon but as you see that has not been the case (it's only gotten worse)#this is the most people I’ve put in a picture since I don’t know when#actually after a quick look-see through my files this might very well be the most people I’ve put in a picture Ever#the madness will do that to ya I guess. also the sheer raw clifton’s energy.#(altho' I got so tired in the end that about half the background is a very crunchy photo of The Real Clifton's...)#this is why my header is what it currently is and also why I posted that horrid 70s jello drink a week ago#many thanks are owed to jon dxppercxdxver for chatting with me about outfits and drink orders and such!#this is fanart for the weirder forefather of a rainforest cafe just as much as it is fanart for a videojame#I do not know what the typical tagging etiquette for this is but by golly I'm going to guess#clifton's cafeteria#team fortress 2#spy tf2#engineer tf2#soldier tf2#sniper tf2#demoman tf2#medic tf2#heavy tf2#pyro tf2#miss pauling#scout tf2#why yes I am tagging clifton's Like It Is The Piece of Media. what of it.
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it's crazy to me that there are people out there who still think that media and fiction do not affect how people think at all
#like that whole 'does fiction affect reality?' debate is so stupid to me cuz it's like#i mean just think about it for a second. what is propaganda? what did jaws do for people's perceptions of sharks?#i think studying the effect that popular media and fiction has on people in real life is really interesting#and it's crazy to me that there are people on the internet who think that it genuinely doesn't#like umm shoutout vit sisler for his paper 'digital arabs' i just read it for my game studies class and it's super interesting#about like orientalization how western shooter games' usage of middle eastern/muslim stereotypes as enemies created both a negative -#- stereotype for people who arent in that group and how it negatively affects the mental health and self-image of the people who are#also shoutout stuart hall and richard dyer they're really cool people and also have some super interesting papers on how representation -#- in media affects people's IRL perceptions of certain groups#i know online this focus tends to lean on that whole shipping discussion but i think it's more worthwhile to look at it on a wider scale#because 'does fiction affect reality?' is not just a 'fandom ship war' discussion it's like. the basis for many fields of study#anyways umm#liza post#actually this is more like a#liza ramble#i love tumblr bc i can write a one sentence post and put my body paragraphs in the tags#it's really late and i am tired ‼️ i wish i could be more concise i just adore my game studies class and visual culture studies in general
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Misc. photos from the past year or so ~
#image commentary in tags once again since they don't allow captions anymore and I feel weird using the alt text for that --#1. napping bapy boye sneeping on his own foot as if it were a pillow#2. The little primrose that I have seems to bloom sporadically all year around as long as I bring it inside and don't let it freeze#in the winter. This was a flower that came up randomly like mid november lol#3. Rainbow where you can see a little bit of a second rainbow near the bottom of it :0#4. CHILDREN.... love to see them.....#5. Halloween Candy ranking tierlist. not important enough to post on it's own. so throwing it in with one of these I guess lol#I am also not really a candy person at all and prefer bready stuff like cakes rather than chocolate bars (if I even have to have sweets#at ALL which usually I prefer savory food). I suspect the apple is controversial but.. I do love apples .... huzzah#actually am having applle and peanut butter snack right now as I'm writing this lol#6. Various bowls/cups/etc. that I got from a store at COMPLETELY different times like.. years apart from each other#yet at some point realized that they all mostly match in paint color and seem to be part of the same pattern#But I totally didnt make that connection until a few years ago when I was putting up dishes. I just bought them all invidually because it's#like 'oh cool! a cat' *1 year later* 'oh cool! a cat!' etc. lol.. I guess it must be a popular design if it's been around being sold that#long.#7. carne asada burrito and matcha bubble tea... oughhgh.... again one of my very rare meals where I actually go and get something..#probably my favorite meal currently. Something about the Chronic Anemia makes me crave beef burritos madly despite only having one#maybe twice a year or so ghjbhj.. plus the beans.... onions.... many of my Diet Forbidden foods... Also of course the little aishas#are there.... somehow they shall split the meal together even though it's like 10x bigger than their bodies.. they are also hungry#and vastly anemic... huzzah to them...#8. I've had this shirt for a long time but it fits very weird so I can never find a way to use it in outfits?? But I recently had#an appointment where a doctor needed to be able to look at my back and it's one of the only actual Shirts that I have (mostly i just own#long robes or tunics or jumper dress type of things that would be hard to lift up or etc. like... I dont even own a single normal 't-shirt'#or anyting aside from one giant tshirt that I sleep in in the summer lol.) So I wore this there.. I forget how much I love the pictures on#it.. how pleasant... little hummingbird... AND I think one of the flowers is supposed to be columbine ... !#photo diary
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SURVEY TIME
For those of you who have GA people in your lives: what do they think of Mike and El’s relationship? Do they feel they’re a good couple, that they should stay together? Why or why not? What, if anything, did they think of Mike’s monologue?
I’ve seen a few disparate posts about GA reactions to these things but I want to aggregate some more. Answer in tags, replies, or reblogs, whatever works!
#byler#mileven#stranger things#I hope this takes off I am really curious about this#also this is a NEUTRAL POST so I’m putting it in both tags to try and collect as many responses as I can#I just want to know what people outside the tumblr/Twitter bubble think#will#Mike#El
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me: wow i am really stressed about getting everything set up before next tuesday and about what i'm teaching and actually doing in that first week
also me: i must have the PERFECT welcome to our classroom sign on the front door so help me god
#theres just so many font and size decisions i think im caring TOO much about it#however ive canned the birthday chart and ive shelved the idea of having cute name tag displays on the front door of each kid#ive hit me limit there. so that's helpful.#i can always add this stuff later i can always add this stuff later i can always add this stuff later#thats just gonna be the line for the next week minimum i reckon bc im a wee baby still figuring out what i want to prioritise in the room#i am going to get this sign done before bed tho i really really am i am putting that into the universe#my post tag
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hi dear mutuals + followers. n. new hyperfixation. i think. please do not blow me up with missiles and rockets☹️
#rambles#so. uh. um#s. south park drawing. can i post it. can i post art#i started watching it out of curiosity bc my friends like it and i enjoyed it and#i think the hyperfixation was inevitable bc i was planning on watching the whole thing. theres like ten billion episodes#and i am capable of consuming media like. normally#its funny bc when i was younger i used to have a grudge against this show like i rlly didnt like it and look at me now#anywho sorry if iam being cringe and or lame#im not trying to be like 'oh woe is me i am now being shunned because i watched a tv show some ppl didnt like' i#just have anxiety :( bad anxiety :((#p.s. obvs ppl are entitled to their opinion also#long story short; i am afraid.#ILL STILL POST OTHER ART TOO THOUGH )$;($- OFC#theres room in my brain for many things except long term memories i guess#:( :( :( :(#ANYWAYS LAST BUT NOT LEAST sorry for putting this whole ramble in the tags ii couldnt rmable in the main post#bc for some reason i cant talk like this in the main post bc i get too nervous but i guess im fine in the tags?#sorry thats worded super weirdly. i hope u know what i mean#really truly i am like a frightened baby dear ready to take off at the slightest hint of movement#*deer
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Be cautious in your relationships.
- 3 of Hearts ❤️❤️❤️
Sarahi Silvers was born and brought up in the Country of Hearts. From childhood, a friend of her father, a retired soldier called Riku Hirayama, taught both her and her older brother, Julian, the art of warfare, when the children had expressed interest. On the physical side, Sarahi did become a force, but on the academic side, she was failing, earning her mother's displeasure and abuse. Due to repeated failures as a good student and daughter, she simply moved out of the University dorms one night, with Julian reluctantly helping her.
Riku suggested that she was qualified to join the army if she so wished, but due to her dislike for violence, and the unease she felt about the Civil War in the Country of Spades, she refused. She did, however, take the idea of working for the Palace, assuming she would be kept busy enough as a maid to have an excuse to not go home.
Sarahi, although sweet and incredibly loving, is full of anxiety and painfully naive. The few friends she makes tend to become protective of her, and are often shocked to learn that she has been trained to fight at all.
My contribution to the Cardverse AU created by @ariparri! Sarahi as the 3 of Hearts, and she is most definitely NOT cautious in her relationships. Very fitting. She's affectionately called 'Little Heart Sarahi'. There's more fic below the cut.
I cannot stop writing stuff about my baby please help
Includes the Queen of Hearts, Carewyn by the one and only @carewyncromwell!
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Getting hired as a maid in the Castle of Hearts definitely wasn't the most glamorous job around, but as a University dropout, it was honestly the best Sarahi could have done on short notice. At least she'd be getting paid for the inconvenience of cleaning up other people's messes this time. Clad in a self-made balloon dress and her grandmother's apron, she worked, if only to avoid going home to her disappointed mother who was still trying to force Sarahi back into University.
But a few days into her new job, Sarahi noticed the lack of dedicated attention given to the Palace gardens. Sure, people took care of the gardens and flowers every now and then, and it was pretty enough, but the flowers always seemed like they would thrive better if someone gave more attention to them. It's not enough to just water a plant every day, after all.
Thinking of the lovely times spent gardening with her grandmother, Sarahi started to put her time into the garden as soon as she would get off work, to care for flowers and pull weeds. And it was absolutely worth it to spend time in the gardens… a few days of being fed vegetables and the rabbits in the garden became so attached to Sarahi, that they'd get upset when she asked to leave. A particular one, a light brown rabbit she called Daisy, proceeded to just sit on her shoes until they were ready to let the maid go. And Sarahi certainly loved her new bunny friends.
It was easy to forget she was technically a maid and should be doing her chores. However, no one had really complained, even when her garden caring time started eating away at her actual work time.
When the Queen of Hearts began approaching her in the garden one afternoon, Sarahi hurriedly checked the time and immediately realized that she was late in her chores again and was about to get scolded. But of course she was about to get scolded. Maybe beaten. Stand straight, don't put up a fight, even if she goes for the face. Mum always goes for the face-
"Do you know that you do a great job in the garden?" Queen Carewyn asked.
Sarahi blinked. "Huh?"
The Queen wasn't yelling at her for slacking off?
"The gardens are thriving under your care. And the rabbits love you."
The Queen of Hearts pointed a gloved finger behind Sarahi, and the maid turned around to notice the bunnies awaiting her attention and maybe fresh leaves of lettuce.
Sarahi picked Daisy up to stop her fussing, then spoke. "I love the bunnies. They are very sweet. Um… I'm sorry… I'm… I'll go back to work-"
"May I ask you something? Sarahi, was it?"
"Uh… sure?"
"Would you rather be a Gardener?"
"...what?"
"Would you like to be the Gardener here?"
"I… think I would? I've always liked flowers. I like growing flowers. And I like the critters here too."
The Queen rested her chin on her hand in thought. Sarahi lowered her head, fearing she said or did something wrong to upset the Queen.
"Then that is what you should do."
"Huh??"
"If you like gardening, then you should be the gardener here. Of course, if that is what you want."
Sarahi turned her head away from the Queen. She took a deep breath before looking back and answering.
"I do want that. I'd like to stay here, and take care of the garden."
The Queen gave her a cool smile. "Then, by all means, do that. I'll talk to Diego and make sure your position is changed."
"Wait, really!? I can just make this my job?"
"Of course. Care for this garden has been long overdue."
Sarahi shook her head. "You're… being so nice about this. Are you sure I'm… it's not an inconvenience… uh… Your Majesty?"
Sarahi, holy mother of God, stop stuttering!
"No, it is not an inconvenience. If you enjoy taking care of the garden, then you should. Besides, I'm sure the rabbits will be perfectly happy about this arrangement since you won't have to leave them anymore."
The Queen had added the last part with an amused smile towards the other rabbits crowding around Sarahi's feet.
For the first time since the Queen strode up to her, Sarahi finally smiled. "Thank you, Your Majesty. Really. I'll do my best."
Carewyn nodded. "You should do what makes you happy."
"Can I also clean up that old house at the corner of the garden? And stay there? Is that okay?"
"You may. An old king once built that house for his Gardener, so that they wouldn't have to walk to the quarters everyday after a long day of work. It's only fair that you use the place as intended. Rest assured, you are free to work on the Garden from now on."
The maid beamed, and instantly bent down to pet the other rabbits.
"Did you hear that, lil buddies? We can stay together all day from now on!"
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Apparently it was absolutely no trouble convincing King Diego that this one random maid would rather take care of the garden. He even proceeded to visit the garden and tell Sarahi how pretty she made the gardens look with only a few weeks of work, praise which Sarahi awkwardly accepted. The old house was a bit untidy after years of being unused, but cleaning was no issue and at this point. And some friends had also helped her set up, and before long, it felt like a home.
Thankfully Sarahi's bunny friends were great at keeping her calm and not letting her anxiety spike.
"I never thought that people outside home would be so nice, Daisy." Sarahi wondered aloud one time. She'd just finished raking the fallen leaves and flowers all morning and was taking a little break basking in the sunlight while the bunnies around her took a nap. Except Daisy, who somehow kept her rapt attention on the maid.
"Especially royalty, you know? The King and Queen were just - 'Oh you like gardening? Sure you can do that!' Just like that. No questions, no fuss, no yelling. Mum always said that people would be much worse outside home."
Sarahi sighed. "My tiny brain forgot who the King and Queen actually were. Diego was that funny guy in the University who was always showy but very nice. Carewyn was that pretty girl from the Spades country. Apparently I was so focused on trying and failing to get passable grades that I forgot about everything else going on in the world."
"They're a perfect fit, I think. They say by nature, the Kingdom of Hearts is filled with the most desirable people on earth and the most worthy of love." Sarahi mumbled, mostly to herself. "I have never felt particularly desirable."
Daisy tilted her head.
"Yeah, I'm not making sense. My random thoughts bounce around a lot when it's quiet."
"Sarahi!" A new voice called.
The mentioned maid giggled, recognising the voice. "And I suppose, a lack of quiet is all I need."
Sarahi got up onto her feet, but Daisy clambered into her basket of flowers before she could pick it up.
"Daisy, come on. Not again… This is why the other bunnies accuse me of favoritism."
"I don't know if she's your favorite, but you certainly are hers." Barnaby chuckled, coming out of the corner.
"Well, I'd have loved to give the Ace of Hearts this pretty white rose I found earlier, but sadly, SOMEONE is sitting on it." Sarahi laughed, giving a pointed look to Daisy, who was completely unaware and just chewing on another piece of lettuce. "I suppose you'll have to amuse yourself with just bunnies today!"
"I would never say no to more bunny time!" Barnaby announced, and immediately, the rest of the bunnies got up and started scampering around his feet.
"Yes, hello Hop, Fuzz and Coco…"
Barnaby proceeded to sit down cross legged on the grass, joined by Sarahi.
"Hey… they're responding to you saying their names now." Sarahi noticed.
"I'm honored. Means they're my friends too, right?" Barnaby asked.
"You're probably better with critters. They warmed up to you a lot faster than they did with me."
"They still prefer to be with you all the time though."
Daisy and Hop both proceeded to wrestle into Sarahi's lap, while Coco and Fuzz were content to go back to sleep on Barnaby's.
"It's only 1PM, you know. Not that I mind, but what are you doing here at this time, Barn? Did you miss the bunnies that much?" Sarahi inquired.
"I always like seeing the bunnies, but I actually wanted to see you." Barnaby answered. The light blush on his face went unnoticed by the maid.
"Huh… What for?"
"Do you want to spend lunch with me today?"
"Lunch? It's only 1PM Barnaby. Lunchtime is at 3PM."
The Ace of Hearts proceeded to give Sarahi the most confused look till date.
"Barnaby?"
"3PM? Why do you think that?" Barnaby asked.
"It's the time my mum sets up for lunch. Seems reasonable."
Sarahi watched as Barnaby tried to process this information.
"Rahi, staff usually eat lunch at one. Did you not eat lunch with the rest of the maids while you were still working with them? Do you not eat lunch with them now?"
"No, I don't. Not that the others don't let me eat with them, but I prefer eating alone most of the time-"
Sarahi paused, resting a hand on her forehead. "I… I have no idea why I prefer that. I don't remember…"
Barnaby seemed concerned. "You alright?"
Sarahi nodded. "Yes, I'm fine. It's just that since I left school, I've realised that there are some things about myself I don't remember. And it feels strange to not know myself."
The rabbits, now bored of their naps, proceeded to hop off their laps and play around. Barnaby stood up and dusted himself off.
"My offer still stands… have lunch with me today?" He asked, holding a hand out to Sarahi.
She smiled and took his hand. "You know what? I think I'd actually like that."
As soon as she got on her feet, Sarahi grabbed a white rose at the bottom of the basket.
"A little mussed up from Daisy sitting on it, but a pretty one regardless. Here, it's for you, Barnaby!"
The Ace accepted the white rose with a grin. "Thanks Sarahi! That's another one in my collection!"
"Hm? Collection? Are you keeping every flower I've given you?"
"Of course! I love when you give me flowers!"
Sarahi turned away, face turning red. "That's… very sweet. You're too kind to me, Barns. I'm going to get cavities from just hanging around with you."
"If we're going to get cavities anyway, could we at least have ice cream?" Barnaby quipped.
Sarahi snickered. "I thought we were going for lunch, not ice cream."
"Can we go for ice cream after lunch then?"
Sarahi stopped in her tracks at the inquiry. Wouldn't that count as… a date?
No, surely Barnaby isn't asking her on a date. Why would he ask her anyway? He's just always liked desserts.
"Sarahi?"
"Oh! Yes, sure! We can have ice cream later."
Barnaby's glee was like a child's, and it was infectious. Sarahi giggled at his excitement, as she latched the gate to the garden behind herself.
#my brain went all over the place trying to write this#i plan to write one thing but then i just get too many ideas#i have even more fic ideas but this post is long enough as it#ari I'm so sorry there's so much stuff here#i was having fun!#this au is so fun#i am enjoying putting my baby in here#i think this fic is mostly a rushed story and saying that Sarahi is an anxious baby#and that she can actually be easily taken advantage of because she's overly kind and very naive...#👀#up to the person she's kind with to decide whether they wanna accept her kindness or ignore it to fuck up anyway...#also Ace of Hearts was so beautiful i could not resist the Sarnaby#ok i need to shut up in the tags#hphm cardverse#cardverse au#little heart sarahi#sarahi silvers#hearts#hphm mc#hphm#harry potter hogwarts mystery#hogwarts mystery
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i hope all my xenoblade3 mutuals are having a very good xenoblade3
#mq speaks#i will not be posting spoilers on this account for. a while. and when i eventually do ill tag them ofc#but currently i am up to...? abt halfway through chapter 4 i think.#i have just reached [REDACTED AREA] from xbc1 and i had to put the controller down bc i can only fight so many creachers in a day#but let it be known. i am enjoying it. so fucking much
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*taps mic and gets way too close to it* uhhh i was thinking abt pre-canon jr2 with Everyone But Them Knows trope. and so i jotted things down. and now i am sharing them.
ok so. Lisa. she def knows abt my crush bc she's my bestie obvi
but she's like soo annoying about it hsHND
g-d i can see her taking a picture of me unintentionally making heart eyes to jean and she tweets it with that homophobic 'i know what you are' dog meme HSHNWHLJ
ok wATI imagine their dad sees that on twitter and replies to it w like 'They seem like very good friends :)' LGNSLNDJHR he would .. (also thats not in a bad way per se like he supports the alphabet community.. he has the gay flag in his bio thinking it's for showing support. He's a lil confused but he has the spirit).
ok.. tommy t. i think tom knows a bit…
he's like 'yeah i'm really picking up some Vibes. really sensing some stuff' (and me being in denial like Wtf. there are no Vibes to be Had here. shut up?).
OK WAITT Quick switch up. If we're talking abt whether tom knows jean likes me .. ,':/ .. i don't think he tells him outwright. but tom figures it out ykno.
like maybe we're all hanging out somewhere and tom n jean are off somewhere talking or wtvrand tom asks if he;s interested in anyone. nd jean's like umm yeah i think so. tom's probably abt to ask who it is and then i show up to ask smth and tom just puts the pieces together.. u know the gif where he's just like :D yeah he does that wSHND. (tom: :D | me: why are you smiling.. weirdo)
tom Then becomes annoying abt it ahsjf
he and lisa quietly but obviously trying to nudge us together jdnfkng. worlds most annoying wingman and wingwoman <3
ok back tothe main point. Ben. .. doesn't know but if he did i bet he's like Yeah that makes sense wldnhjg
oh donna knows for sure. i didn't tell her she just immediately picked up on it WHSNHNS.
uhhh ann and leslie……. oh they don't know at all wSHNK
Listen it's enough that i'm friends with him i don't think they could handle me Liking him HTNKHS
esp leslie like she'd for sure be like ':/… Reallyyyy?….. you sure??' wkehsHNDK
#.txt#posting here is so awkward sowwy idk how to do this .#my instict is to be cringe on twitter (feel free to ask for it i'm way more active there) i need to get used to tumber#me???!? lore posting (sort of?)???!?1?? this is never happening again#i am not tagging this w everyone's names...#literally wrote this all out in a tweet but i don't feel like breaking it down in2 a thread so i am putting it here.#i have many thoughts on ann n leslies thoughts on me n jean. likeso many. But i will spare u all#also just realized i forgot chris ughhwgjslhn#uhh don't feel like Thinking Hard rn but umm i think he would also piece it together after a certain interaction w me. yeah lets go w that#and andy just assumes we're dating already#ok technically maybe this ksnt eveyone but them knows trope but who cares ok it counts.#everyone can at least Sense smth#btw queuing this so i dont have to deal w the embarrassment of posting. i can just queue this and run#wait wsit wait. remembered its a mockumentary and theres cameras .#two ppl talking in the foreground but the camera focusing me and jean talking in the background and i look nervous .#and then when we're done the cameraman trying toshoot a talking head and get me to tall abt him but im just like#'dont u have b roll to shoot Aaron. fuck off' MNDKVK#lore tag
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