Ok but are people saying that no one cares about q!Quackity for real? I understand q!Quackity feeling that way because he sabotages himself and feels guilty about everything he’s done but literally everyone cares about him even if he can't see it !
They might think he is insane but at the end of the day everyone still appreciates him and proof of that is q!Vegetta comforting him for not being “invited” to the wedding even though both q!Roier and q!Cellbit DID invite him still knowing that he could ruin their wedding. Another one is q!Forever keeping an eye on q!Quackity so he doesn’t get kidnapped when Cucurucho went to talk to him back then when they first kidnapped q!Cellbit (which btw they didn’t kidnap q!Quackity but q!Foolish thought they did so he told q!Forever and everyone was down to look for him as well). Another one is q!Cellbit giving him 1% of his custody so he doesn’t feel alone when he told him how much he misses Tilin and wishes he could take care of Tallulah or when q!Roier, q!Bbh and q!Foolish helped him build “La vecindad” or when q!Etoiles kept asking him repeatedly if he was okay and if he wanted to go do dungeons with him or just yesterday when q!Jaiden saw him go with Cucurucho at the end and thought it was weird and later she told q!Philza about it and both are now very worried about him.
I don't understand why people are talking like everyone in that Island does not care about him. Again, I understand why q!Quackity doesn’t because he just sees his own perspective but if you see others' pov is CLEAR how everyone genuinely cares about him even if they don’t trust him entirely. And that's what makes his character tragic, the fact that the Island is full of residents who care about each other regardless if they suspect someone among them but q!Quackity feels like they are all against him because that's what he thinks.
q!Quackity feels alone because he is the one believing he is alone, not because everyone else leaves him alone. He is the definition of self-sabotage and I do feel sorry for him but let’s not act like him and believe that no one in that Island cares for him or that no one will care about his dissapearence because it's simply not true. If no one noticed he dissapeared earlier is because it was in the middle of their friend's wedding and once again he decided to isolate himself while everyone else were celebrating.
I cant stress this enough because everyone in that Island would literally try to save him even if maybe some of them might not trust him or whatever, even if he once threatened to kill the eggs and even if he just keeps commiting actions that hurts everyone around him including himself. All of them care for him and want to believe he is not bad, they try to understand him to justify why he might be acting the way he is because for them q!Quackity is one of them too until proven otherwise.
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i have to be so honest i don’t understand the xavier hate. i get why people don’t really like the love triangle, but i just cant help but appreciate it?
i personally wanted an aroace wednesday and i still feel like i got it. not all aspec people are completely anti-romance and sex repulsed; many, such as myself, do experience romantic/sexual attraction. it’s a spectrum for a reason.
can’t wenclair also be seen as part of a love triangle? i like the idea of wednesday and enid, and i like the idea of wednesday and xavier, (i won’t get into the whole tyler thing rn, but i don’t see them together at all, sorry) but why can’t it be one of those AND an aspec wednesday? truthfully there is nothing better to me than an aroace person in a love triangle.
i cant say fs which i would prefer she end up with but i would not really have a complaint either way! whether she’s with enid or xavier or no one, i will feel satisfied!! both characters are good matches for her, (and even so, a show with teenage characters that aren’t obsessed with dating would be so refreshing!! and if you found xavier kinda bland: remember the show is from wednesday’s pov: in her eyes, xavier is pretty boring, and enid is WAY too much. i think we probably missed out on a lot of their traits bc of wednesday’s black-and-white filter. based on the finale, season 2 probably won’t have this filter as much, as we can see wednesday’s views and ideas of her friends changing, we’ll hopefully get to see more of them under the surface. then it also might be easier for me to decide who i ship her with lmao)
fingers crossed for season 2!!
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There's something almost calming about watching Jaskier when he orgasms. It's always so loud, and intense, and powerful; it leaves no room for anything else.
It's as if his body is absorbing every bit of chaos that surrounds him until he can't take it anymore, and then he simply... releases.
Geralt's had the pleasure of experiencing it many, many times now, and it always has the same impact on him, if not stronger each time. It's addictive, makes him wish that he could spend all of his days, every day, his only purpose in life being to bring Jaskier to orgasm.
And it's possibly making the person in the room next to them homicidal because this would be the seventh time tonight that they’ve banged on the wall, and shouted insults at Geralt and Jaskier for being too loud.
Jaskier’s chuckle turns into a gasp when Geralt slips out of him— the slide slippery, the sound lewd.
Geralt grunts as his body hits the mattress, finding that he's aching in the way he always does after several rounds with the bard. Very few people can tire him out, but it is no surprise that Jaskier manages to be on that short list.
"Outstanding as always, dear witcher."
"Hm."
"And verbal as ever," Jaskier teases as he sits up. "Your ability to be so nonchalant and quiet after sex with me is becoming quite offensive, I must say."
"This is how I normally am."
"You had a lot to say an hour ago when I had my lips wrapped around your cock."
Geralt shrugs, "I was inspired."
Jaskier rolls his eyes, but there’s a playful glint in his eyes as he sits up and begins searching for his pants.
Geralt admires his back (and his backside) as he moves, eyes trailing over the—
Wait…
Wait.
Geralt doesn't panic, okay? Living the life he lives, he doesn't have that privilege, but right now, laying in this bed as he watches Jaskier get ready to leave— fuck, he might be panicking.
Because Jaskier never leaves after sex, not since after the first few times, at least. And yes, he isn't necessarily obligated to stay, but he always does, and so does Geralt, and now he isn't.
Why?
Why is Jaskier not talking him into cuddling right now?
Why is Jaskier not attempting to get him into the now-cold bath in the corner of the room?
Why is Jaskier not going on one of his very detailed post-sex rants that Geralt pretends to despise, even though they both know he gets invested each time?
Why is Jaskier not falling asleep right now? Hogging up all the bed space and stealing the blanket while using Geralt's chest as a pillow?
Geralt remains as still as possible, barely twitching out of place as Jaskier pulls on his doublet. He may not feel normal about this, but he can sure as shit act normal, even if it isn't normal.
"Alright, darling, I'm going to go fetch us some water. Be back before you can miss my presence too much," the bard announces, throwing a wink over his shoulder before practically skipping out the door.
The words settle him, but only for a few moments before he's ready to panic over something completely different because why did he care so much about Jaskier possibly leaving?
Sure, Geralt has become almost as fond of the after-sex things as he is of the sex-sex things, but he doesn't need them. He won't break down into tears without them.
Except...
That's sort of exactly what he was ready to do just now.
Okay, maybe Geralt wouldn’t have cried, but he definitely would’ve bothered… upset, even.
And he knows this because even with the knowledge that Jaskier is coming back, even knowing that Jaskier only left so he could make sure they both stay hydrated, Geralt is, in this very moment, bothered.
Which isn’t good. At all.
Because the last time he got bothered by someone leaving, it was Yennefer. And he was only bothered because.
Well.
But that wouldn’t make sense, would it? Because Jaskier leaves all the time. He leaves Jaskier all the time. They part for months on end, and Geralt lives.
So what if Geralt has begun to notice that it gets a little harder to willingly go every time they part ways?
So what if his mood during the months where Jaskier isn’t around is shittier than usual?
So what if his mood when Jaskier is around is better than usual?
That doesn’t mean anything. Sex puts most men in better moods, that doesn’t mean he’s in love with the bard.
Not that feelings would mean love. Because a little crush doesn’t equate to love.
Not that Geralt has a little crush, or any crush of any sort. Because he doesn’t. Because he can’t.
Because what they have now, friendship and lust and comfort, is the best thing that has happened to him in a while, and he will not ruin that over catching feelings, of all things.
He doesn’t have feelings for Jaskier, so he can’t ruin anything.
“I don’t have feelings for Jaskier,” he says aloud, into the empty room, but the words feel heavy on his tongue.
I can’t have feelings for Jaskier.
“I don’t have feelings for Jaskier,” Geralt says again, but this time, it comes out as a growl.
Please, don’t let me have feelings for Jaskier.
“I do not have feelings for Jask—”
The door opens, and Jaskier walks in with a wide smile, and that spark of electricity that follows the bard wherever he goes bursts in behind him.
Jaskier takes easy steps towards the bed, and it’s like he’s moving in slow motion.
Geralt desperately wants to run. He doesn’t.
He remains still as Jaskier sets down the pitcher of water, and the cup in hand, and fills it up to the brim before turning to Geralt with a disarming gaze.
The rim of the glass in Jaskier’s hand is pressed to Geralt’s lips, and the witcher takes in the sight before him.
Those wide blue eyes, and that disheveled hair, and those pouty lips— he realizes that he could probably draw every single feature of this man’s face perfectly without even looking, and he’s never drawn a day in his life.
I can’t.
“Well?” Jaskier says, “drink up.”
Geralt parts his lips, and Jaskier’s eyes drop, and Geralt’s heart thuds so loud, it seems to echo throughout his entire body, and Jaskier smiles wide, as if he heard it.
I do.
Fuck.
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