#almost certainly not

[and-the-times-we-had]

Silm AU idea where Elwing, upon getting the letter from the Feanorians asking for the Silmaril does agree to give it to them....but only if they swear an Oath to her personally to defend Sirion from Morgoth (and not attack it themselves) that is as strong and binding as their original Oath.

#would this fix things? #almost certainly not #would i love to see it or write it #maybe #the silmarillion #elwing #sons of feanor

[personnotfound]

I feel like maybe y'all are relying a little too much on what we already know from the previous series to solve the mystery of this one. I say y'all because I just vibe. My red string is for quietly stitching spooky little patches on my backpack while I listen to the rusty crew drip feed me scary stories. It's vibes for me.

But it ISNT a continuation or anything. Maybe it runs parallel. Maybe the fears were ALREADY in other dimensions before jarchavist archivist antichrist went full eyeball and got romantically stabbed. Maybe it's not even the same entities, or not QUITE the same, and later seasons will see some more familiar fears bleeding in.

These fears jest feel different to me. Perhaps I'm just sending a slight evolution in writing style or vision or something. But I am sending something.

I'm just saying it might be worth looking at it from a fully fresh perspective.

I have not listened to this week's episode for reasons beyond your business.

#the magnus pod #tmagp #tmagp spoilers #Probably #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #13 fears #If Annabelle shows up though #I'm wrong about most of my thoughts #Unless she's the third voice #That would be fun #I mean we do need to mind the idea that #Jonny and Alex being cast COULD just be convince #Almost certainly not #But we haven't been told otherwise #Unless we have #This is the closest thing I have to social media

[charmwasjess]

I miss Him

#sifo-dyas #sifo-dyas coded post #just took a two day break from drafts to rest my brain #but where is he has anyone seen him #is he well #almost certainly not #⛏️⛏️⛏️

[dreamofbecoming]

this isn’t ready for ao3 yet bc i have more planned and i don’t want to make it chaptered, but i’m actually quite pleased with how this turned out, so please enjoy this first taste of my banshee/siren hybrid jaskier story!

part 2

minor warning for gore

wc 745

now on ao3

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Jaskier knows the taste of death.

He tastes it more often than he’d like (which is to say, at all); every few towns or so, whenever he makes eye contact with the wrong person. An old woman putting out her washing, a young man in a tavern, puffed up and boasting while his fellows egg him on to show off, a girl with bruises on her arms and her eyes downcast, walking in the shadow of her husband. The sickly taste of rot will coat the back of his tongue and he’ll feel a Song rising in his throat.

He never Sings it.

He’s tasted the deaths of a hundred strangers, and while his heart breaks a little every time, he fights down the Song and swallows the rotten bile and turns away, knowing he has no power here. There is nothing he can do for them, now.

This time is different.

This time, the Song he can feel building in his chest isn’t for a stranger.

It’s for Geralt.

Something— breaks, inside him. The Song, which has always before felt like a living thing unto itself, separate from the man who hosts it, just waiting to be unleashed, expands to fill his lungs. For a moment, Jaskier chokes on the sudden absence of air, before his world narrows down to a single thought: No.

He feels the moment when the magic inside him changes, when the Song becomes a part of him instead of simply a parasite. For the first time since his failed training as a child, he lets it loose.

The first to fall is the bowman in the treeline, the one Jaskier saw but Geralt didn’t. Jaskier is too far away to see his face when his hands turn the crossbow on himself, but he can taste the moment when his body falls from his perch, leaving his fellows without cover.

Geralt has felled four of the remaining bandits, but three still encircle him, and Jaskier can see him slowing.

“A single thread

hangs limply down,

and I breathe,

‘Not now,

not now,’”

All three men pull back from their attack on Geralt in an instant. The witcher doesn’t stay his strike and cuts down the one immediately in front of him before whirling to stare at Jaskier in shock, but Jaskier can’t stop now. The Song isn’t finished. Geralt isn’t safe.

“And I find you all

unwoven,

trying desperately

to sew,”

The two bandits left take jerky steps towards each other, swords raised, eyes wild and terrified. The leader makes a low, despairing sound as his friend’s innards spill beneath his blade.

“And I know the kindest thing

is to leave you

alone.”

As the last man drags his own dagger across his throat, his eyes never leave Jaskier’s.

The magic cuts off abruptly, the Song finished with the death fulfilled. Not Geralt’s death, somehow, not anymore. He’s done what he swore he never would, he’s outed himself as a monster, but Geralt is still warm and breathing behind him, so it was worth it. Whatever fate he meets at his witcher’s hands, it was worth it.

Jaskier can taste nothing but decay and blood, and he doubles over, his stomach heaving painfully as he expels his breakfast.

He’s still hunched over the ground, coughing on the lingering taste of death while spots dance in his vision, when he hears Geralt come up behind him. His footsteps are more tentative than Jaskier is used to. Understandably cautious around an unknown threat, Jaskier thinks bitterly. He’d known it was coming, it’s what he expected, but it still chafes. Most of all, he just wishes he had more time. More time with Geralt, but just more time in general.

Still, he won’t die crouched in a puddle of his own vomit like some beast. Whatever his parentage, he has more dignity than that. He’ll meet Geralt’s silver sword standing tall, and it will still be a better death than he could have met if he’d stayed at home, like his sire had expected. Love doesn’t need to be spoken to be worth dying for, after all.

Except, the spots in his vision don’t fade when he stands, like he’d expected; in fact, they grow. He sways on his feet as the world tilts alarmingly. The last thing he sees before the world goes totally black is Geralt, hands empty of silver or steel, lunging to catch him, his eyes wide with concern.

“Jaskier!”

#the witcher #twn #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #dandelion #julian alfred pankratz #creature!jaskier #banshee!jaskier #siren!jaskier #my writing #the amazing devil lyrics as always #will i ever use another band in a witcher fic? i think the fuck not #y’all the amount of lore and backstory and magical mechanics i have come up with for this au is wild #will i use most of it? #almost certainly not #but you can bet your ass i’ve spent at least 4 hours nailing down exactly how a siren and a banshee would reproduce #both genetically and physiologically #siren social structures? #got those #exactly how siren powers and banshee powers might combine (aka how can i justify jaskier being able to do whatever i want him to do)? #yep it’s all up here #i’m actually really excited for where this one is going y’all i hope you like it!!!

[teledild0nix]

one of the reasons why reformed Draco is so appealing to me is because like. His story has a lot of overlap with mine. I was raised in a high control group by parents who loved me but taught me a toxic, bigoted view of the world. And that worldview for me came crashing down around my ears when I got out in the world and I kept seeing how what I had been taught didn’t fit into reality.

And it took years to scrape away the gunk of what I had been taught to find who I really am and what I really believe with the love and support of my chosen family and. I guess there’s something healing about making that story into art. Kind of like a pensieve? Taking it out of my head and putting it somewhere I can look at it and think about it and learn from it and even share it with other people.

Also Draco himself is appealing for reasons that have nothing to do with Tom Felton! In the books, he is dramatic and flamboyant and loud. He likes to do impressions and make up songs. He can’t keep a secret to save his life (literally! He was given a secret assignment from Voldemort and IMMEDIATELY brags about it to everyone he knows, many of whom have parents who could easily have reported this back to Voldemort).

Getting wrekt by Harry and Ron repeatedly and Hermione once does not stop him from talking shit constantly. He’s fun! And the descriptions of his physical appearance are very striking and unusual as well. Naturally platinum blond hair, silver eyes, pointed features. Plus there are these tantalizing little hints that his family life is maybe not as happy as a gift of 7 Nimbus 2001s might suggest. The guy is fandom catnip! He sparks the imagination.

The idea of redeemed Draco for some of us is the idea of someone who maybe doesn’t deserve a second chance getting one anyway and managing to do something good with it. I know I’m grateful that I don’t have to stay who I was at eleven or even at seventeen.

#Just thinking #I don’t know if everyone who likes him see themselves in him #Almost certainly not #But maybe everyone likes the idea of being forgiven #And getting to try again

[brywrites]

I've been on a Taylor Swift kick lately, and I couldn't help but try to decide which song best fit each of my series/long-fics:

Flight Risk: State of Grace "This is a state of grace, this is the worthwhile fight."

The title came from "Mine" but this relationship is clearly "State of Grace." They simply never saw this coming, and things were never the same - for them or for the relationship between the profilers and their mysterious pilots.

Lock and Key: Dress "My hands are shaking from holding back from you."

I had a hard time finding one that fit this pair and went back and forth with a few reputation and evermore songs before landing on "Dress." But it just works so well: they don't want each other like a best friend!! All of the silence and patience pining and desperately waiting!!

The Keeping of Words: This Love "These hands had to let it go free and this love came back to me."

They simply could not be any other song. It's just so them. All that they've been through, all that they've endured. Like sure, lyrics from "Mine" and "Lover" and "You Are In Love" fit, but at the end of the day their love left a permanent mark and these two are glowing in the dark.

#bry talks #does this matter to anyone else #almost certainly not #but i did spend a lot of time thinking about this

[sibyl-of-space]

when life gives you lemons (feeling sad and emotional and nostalgic and pre-emptively grieving the loss of something you haven't even lost yet) make lemonade (work on your sad werewolf visual novel)

#making a game with a sombre tone was a great choice because it is a GREAT outlet for when im having The Sads #is it going to be coherent as a result of being an outlet for too many different thoughts and feelings? #almost certainly not #but i think it is going to be good anyway and you should play it when it's done #<3 #personal

[eddis-not-eeddis]

Well, just had the very worst day ever at work, so it is time to watch 이동욱 get beaten up for roughly twelve hours over the course of the next few weeks.

#is this a healthy coping mechanism? #almost certainly not #but it's the best one i've got at the moment #(and it will help me study...i plan to watch with korean subtitles this time around so i can absorb things more efficiently)

[montied]

i should be lying in bed thinking about go2 NOT this goddamn english oral

#xoxo.monty #could this have been averted by. yk. actually doing my work? #maybe #will i learn my lesson? #almost certainly not

[msvelawciraptor]

God I love being back in a real city. Not only did I get to see ZZ Top, but there were still places open where I could grab a bite afterwards!

You really have no idea how important that is until you've lived somewhere where the sidewalks roll up at 9:00.

#now was taco cabana at 11 pm a good and smart idea? #almost certainly not #but i was hungry and it was yummy #no regerts

[clevercorvidae]

revived by derivikat is about how wilbur sees himself not how he actually is

#was this the intended message? #almost certainly not #but im here for the thrill you see

[guesswhattimeitis]

Story idea:

Sith Lord and the admiral of her fleet have weird sexual tension going on. Clearly this is headed towards toxic yuri territory and it’s only a matter of time before they murder each other or make out sloppy style.

The twist?

The entire story is being told from the perspective of one of the bridge technicians on their ship.

One of these unfortunate souls that have to just pretend they’re not hearing their boss play psychosexual verbal chess with the scary warlock woman

It’s entirely ocs because no offense I know this could be Vader and like, Piet or one of the other imperial officers but I don’t want to write that tbh, but also if someone out there does want to write that more power to you

#Star Wars #should I actually tag it? #almost certainly not #but here we goooooo

[decamarks]

Check out this dogshit picture of a uDraw tablet from Wikipedia

#This has to have been taken on a DSi. It's from 2011. Almost certainly was.

[triviallytrue]

#almost certainly false but funny

[cometchasr]

my sole ascientific belief (i will go to some magic illogical place where i can be with rax and azhar/all of them(tm)) flies entirely in the face of logic and i do not give a shit

#mine #will it happen? #probably not. #almost certainly not #but i choose to believe #i choose to believe i can be happy.

[outshinethestars]

You know, if you really need to ship Lily Evans with an edgy Slytherin sadboy who has a good heart despite all the death eating, Regulus Black is, like, Right There.

#Hp #my continuing regulus black obsession #Will i ever write a lily/regulus fic? #Almost certainly not #But like it’s an option