Pls tell me you plan to continue with the puppet in shnez because the reactions of dotorre and scara would be priceless
"What about my puppet? Ain't they cute? Too bad, mine, hands off"
Ahh, fluffy monthman soothes my heart everytime
well if you insist ;) (honestly i really should make a fully written piece for puppet reader)
i feel like Childe would take you everywhere, even though you're nowhere near as high ranked as he is. it's pretty cute to see one of the Harbingers running around with his favorite agent, tugging you along by the hand so you don't get lost, and it's even better when the agents catch a glimpse of the soft smile he always sends your way a glint of light in his normally deadened eyes. you often overwork yourself despite Childe's insistence that you shouldn't, but you're a simple puppet, and it's worth it if you get to relax in the arms of Foul Legacy after all of your tasks are done
Foul Legacy is quite protective, but he has to be, since you're the type to go right up to Il Dottore and stick your hand out to shake- which you HAVE done, by the way, like you were meeting a new friend. Dottore thinks you're hilarious and wants to study you, while Childe is desperately trying to keep you safe from both him and Scaramouche, since the shorter Harbinger seems to hate your very existence. a bit of Foul Legacy always slips out whenever Childe pulls you away from either of them, a low, nearly inaudible hiss slipping from his lips before he ushers you into his room for snuggles. you're not really sure why he's so grumpy whenever he sees Scaramouche or Dottore, but hey, grumpy Childe means he lets Foul Legacy out for consoling pets!! and after years of traveling with him you give the BEST pets, and soon enough Foul Legacy flops into your lap with a purr, content at last
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I love my job because I love working with kids. I love seeing them grow and watching the ways their little minds work and helping them when they need it.
I also hate my job because I'll get used and abused all day, having to do things that AREN'T MY RESPONSIBILITY because literally no one else is paying attention to the kids, I am the only one watching even though I'm NOT the teacher, I'm NOT the classroom aide, I am a one-on-one.
But I CARE. I care so FREAKING MUCH about these kids that I can't just not do anything. I have TRIED to not do anything. It never works. And it's maddening and I hate it I hate it I hate that I can be USED in this way.
But by God these kids do not deserve to suffer just because I'm the only adult in the room willing to DO MY GOSHDANGED JOB so I do more than I should because these are LITTLE PEOPLE who don't UNDERSTAND. I want to wear a shirt every day that says, "I'm doing this FOR THE KIDS."
I just wish somebody else would do it for them too.
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i think the witcher makes me feel a profound sadness every night because it’s about all the things we love so much, or that we wish we had, but can never get back. the tragedy of the uncontrollable. the pain of loss.
ciri, despite her youth and innocence, loses her home and family and then she even her adoptive parents, and then she even loses her youth and her innocence, and is left with nothing but a grotesque scar symbolizing her trauma that doesn’t fit her childlike face and a hardened, green glare. and a sword, which is only a burden.
her parents, despite their incredible love for her, despite all of their agony and sacrifice to get her back, despite their own loss of their honor, their pride, their blood — they lose her too. they lose a child, the most tragic loss of all.
dandelion loses his best friend, clutching at his memories like the weeds growing by loch eskalott, trying to grasp the last twenty years to write his memoires.
milva hears her father’s words when she shoots, and his wheezing echoes in her mind.
regis lost himself, his entire life, all the people he ever loved and chased away.
cahir, despite his large family that loves him more than imperial orders, can never return to darn dyffrya, feel the sun on his face in vicovaro ever again.
angoulême wonders if her mother would have loved her had she not abandoned her, imagines what her hand patting her head in praise could have felt like.
and then geralt loses them. all of them, one by one.
and nimue, reading about it all, can never meet the figures of the legend she has obsessed over for years and years… she has her part to play in it, she can know their voices from dialogues and know their faces from etchings, but will never be able to tell them she loves them, tell them how much they mean to her.
even when they find what they’re searching for, even when they find what they’ve desired so — it’s only for a bittersweet moment. they shortly lose it again. everyone in this series is so intertwined together and caught in the same snare of destiny, and at the very same time so very alone and abandoned
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