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restless-witch · 2 years

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varieties of exile - indulgent geraskier in drabbles

Witcher 3 + Netflix / This part is rated G / Incomplete

The first time Jaskier dipped back into their lives is nearly a year after the mountain: Geralt was following word of an elusive royal griffin contract down the Pontar deep in the heat of summer. It was nearing noon and he'd guided Roach to a shaded creek along the road. The two were trying their best to cool off before the worst of the hot sun settled in their bodies, when Geralt became aware of a pageant wagon ambling towards them.

Well, ambling isn't the right word, because he'd heard it quietly and then far too quickly the cacophony of rehearsing minstrels suddenly filled his senses and his medallion started her quiet hum and he cursed because of whatever fucked up faerie court shit this must be when he tries to be quick and sneak a look at what's actually on the road-

and he sees Jaskier.

Perched on top of what can only be described as the gaudiest pageant wagon hybrid he can imagine. He's sure it's in fashion somewhere. It's apparently leading the summer caravan of bards and mummers and minstrels and poppet shows from Oxenfurt: Geralt had always idly kept track of their comings and goings to avoid the inevitable headache that followed a town in full drunken swing but he must've forgotten to this year.

(That's a lie, Jaskier had always kept him apprised of their yearly route. Healthy competition is one thing Geralt, but I'm not about to fight a whole bevy of jugglers for coin.)

It's an impressive wagon: nearly twelve feet high with what appears to be folded up platforms on each of the long sides. Jaskier is holding court on the bowed roof of it, an umbrella attached to his chair providing shade as he strums his lute and improvises verses- the walking members of the caravan chiming in for the chorus. Along the fairly even road the wagon only sways a little, but it's enough for the golden painted eaves to wink and Geralt feels a vague tinge of worry about a bump in the road throwing the bard to the ground.

He slinks back to the creek when Roach- that traitor- goes to the road because of course she does because where else does Geralt take her when they hear Jaskier singing in the distance?

Their heads only slip out of the tree line for a moment before Geralt is able to fumble a hand into her reins, but it's enough for Jaskier's sharp eyes to hone in on Geralt.

Jaskier gives the briefest bitter smile and a short wave Geralt almost doesn't catch before he starts in on a verse about some local gossip. The wagon passes and an apple is tossed in their direction from on high and Geralt knows he's the only one who hears- it's so good to know you're well, Roach.

A/N - there’s 100% going to be more written, about 5k more already, I’m mostly posting to make myself write more. lemme know if you like my vibes <3 it’ll encourage me to bang out more of this

#geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #after the mountain #post episode rare species #gerlion #gaskier #your honor they are in love but there's angst #fan fic #fanfic #varieties of exile #actual fic varieties of exile #the witch writes

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the-plaid-mercenary · 1 year

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I've never watched the Witcher and I don't plan to, but amid all the outrage at Geralt being recast, what if there was one final scene where Jaskier leans in the kiss Henry Cavill Geralt, there's a cut, and when he pulls back Liam Hemsworth Geralt is standing in his place and Jaskier is like "...sorry. Don't know why I thought I wanted to do that."

#ship #fandom #funny #the Witcher #gaskier #geralt of rivera #Geralt #not my geralt

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themurderofcrowscollective · 9 months

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Okay, I feel like I walked into a hornets nest without thought of the consequences but well well well, here are the consequences of my actions and instead of working it out, I'm going to roast the ever loving fuck out of Jaskier. Already the 5th episode and I must say, wow Jaskier... just wow. You absolute fucking dolt, the man just said he can't fucking sleep in anger and the next thing you do is smash the bottle that would've let him take a decent night's rest?? AND YOU'RE THE ONE WHO SAID HE NEEDED A NAP! The HYPOCRISY, my god! All in all though, I still like Jaskier's and Geralt's interactions and like the beginning of this post, I'd say Jaskier got one great whopping kick up the backside by, dare I say it, the consequences of his actions (aka karma). With all the love in the world Jaskier, get. fucked. This message has been approved by Crow of the Graveyard System, thank you and goodnight.

#crow being judgmental #watching season 1 of the witcher #already in love with geralt #still a shipper of gaskier #the witcher #gaskier

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christines-dairy · 2 years

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Everyone!!!

Im bored!

Give me something new that I can obsess with this brain of mine!!!

#bored #ships #fanfiction #00q #destiel #gaskier #merthur

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quark-nova · 11 months

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Why Lantian fossils are so cool

A lot of you might have heard of the wonderfully weird Ediacaran biota, with the likes of Dickinsionia, Spriggina or Tribradichium expressing unique body plans and symmetries nearly unknown in later fossils, and still a huge mystery for paleontologists.

But did you know we could go further back?

All those fossils date from the late Ediacaran, following the Gaskiers glaciation. Fortunately, we happen to have an even earlier fossil bed, preserving the creatures that lived before this fateful event: the Lantian formation, in China!

Lantian-era fossils are even different from later Ediacaran ones, so much that paleontologists still don't know if some of them should be interpreted as animals, as macroalgae or as something else entirely!

Here's Lantianella, appearing to be some sort of tentacle-bearing crown, reminding of sea anemones, crinoids or lophophorates:

There's also the related Piyuania (left), showing a similar central structure covered in a sheath of tentacles, and their elongated cousins Qianchuania (right, A-F) and Xiuningella (right, G-I)!

These creatures appear unrelated to lifeforms known today (except maybe cnidarians or early sessile ctenophorans?), but also to the more characteristic later Ediacaran fossils (vendobionts), making them an even more ancient mystery at the dawn of modern complex life!

https://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/10.1111/pala.12242

#palaeoblr #lantian #ediacaran #proterozoic #fossils #evolution #natural history

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beautyallaroundus25 · 2 years

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Gaskiers, Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada 🇨🇦

Photographed by Ray Mackey

#ray mackey photography #whale #ocean #***

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painelclimatico · 2 years

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Períodos e eventos na história do clima

Mesoarqueano

Glaciação Pongola: 2,900 a 2,780 milhões de anos atrás

Paleoproterozoico

Glaciação Huroniana: 2,400 a 2,100 milhões de anos atrás

Neoproterozoico

Glaciação Sturtiana: 717 a 643 milhões de anos atrás / 715 a 680 milhões de anos atrás

Glaciação Marinoana: 650 milhões de anos atrás a 635 milhões de anos atrás

Glaciação de Gaskiers: 580 milhões de anos atrás

Glaciação Baykonuriana: 547 milhões de anos atrás

Ordoviciano

Glaciação do Ordoviciano tardio: 440 milhões de anos atrás a 460 milhões de anos atrás

Paleozoico

Glaciação andino-saariana 450 milhões de anos atrás a 420 milhões de anos atrás

Carbonífero-Permiano Glaciação Karoo: 360 milhões de anos atrás a 260 milhões de anos atrás

Paleoceno-Eoceno

Máximo térmico do Paleoceno-Eoceno: 55,8 milhões de anos atrás

Máximo Térmico Eoceno: 53,7 milhões de anos atrás

Eoceno

Máximo térmico do Paleoceno-Eoceno: 55,8 milhões de anos atrás

Máximo Térmico Eoceno: 53,7 milhões de anos atrás

Evento Azolla: 49 milhões de anos atrás

Cenozoico

Idade do Gelo Cenozóica: 360 milhões de anos atrás a 260 milhões de anos atrás

Glaciação do Quaternário (Glaciação do Pleistoceno): 2,58 milhões de anos atrás ao Presente

Pleistoceno

Abbassia Pluvial: 120.000 a 90.000 antes do presente

Último período glacial: 110.000 a 10.000 antes do presente

Pluvial Mousteriano: 50.000 a 30.000 antes do presente

Máximo tardiglacial: 14.670 a.C. - 12.890 a.C.

Reversão do Frio Antártico: 12.700 a.C.

Pulso de água derretida 1A: 13.500 a.C. - 14.700 a.C.

Inundações de Missoula: 15.000 a.C. - 13.000 a.C.

Oscilação de Bølling: 14.700 a.C. - 14.100 a.C.

Aquecimento Bølling-Allerød: 14.690 a.C. - 12.890 a.C.

Dryas antigo: 12.400 - 11.500 a.C.

Oscilação de Allerød: 13.900 a.C. - 12.900 a.C.

Reversão do Frio Huelmo-Mascardi: 11.400 a.C. - 9.500 a.C.

Último máximo glacial: 11.000 a.C. - 8.000 a.C.

Dryas recente: 10.800 a.C. - 9.500 a.C.

Holoceno

Recuo glacial do Holoceno: 10.000 a.C.

Idade Boreal: 9.400 a.C.

Máximo Térmico Holoceno: 7.000 a.C. - 3.000 a.C.

Evento climático de 8,2: 6.200 a.C.

Dilúvio do Mar Negro: 5.600 a.C.

Início da desertificação do Norte da África: 5500 a.C. - 2500 a.C.

Mudanças eustáticas no nível do mar: 5.000 a.C. - 4.100 a.C.

Evento climático de 5,9: 3.900 a.C.

Oscilação de Piora: 3.200 a.C. - 2.900 a.C.

Evento climático de 4,2: 2.200 a.C.

Época Fria da Idade do Bronze Média: 1800 a.C. - 1500 a.C.

Época Fria da Idade do Ferro: 900 a.C. - 300 a.C.

Mínimo Homérico: 800 a.C. - 600 a.C.

Período quente romano: 250 a.C. - 400 d.C.

Antiga Pequena Idade do Gelo: 535 - 536, 539 - 540, 547

Eventos climáticos extremos: 535 - 536

Período quente medieval: 900 - 1300

Mínimo Lobo: 1280 - 1350

Mínimo de Spörer: 1450 - 1550

Erupção de 1600 (Vulcão Huaynaputina) > Fome de 1601 - 1603 no Império Russo

Erupção de 1783 - 1784 (Vulcão Lakagígar)

Mínimo de Dalton: 1790 - 1820

Erupção de 1257 (Vulcão Samalas)

Pequena Idade do Gelo: 1250 - 1850

Efeito El Niño extraordinariamente forte: 1789 - 1793

Erupção do Monte Tambora em 1815 > Ano sem Verão: 1815 - 1816

Clima excepcionalmente úmido no Norte da Europa: 1845 - 1857

Grande fome na Irlanda: 1845 - 1849

Fome de Batata das Terras Altas: 1846 - 1856

Primavera dos Povos: 1848 - 1849

Ausência de precipitação excepcional no Hemisfério Norte

Dust Bowl: 1934, 1936, 1939, 1940

Fonte: List of periods and events in climate history

Fonte: Timeline of environmental history

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bagelboys-withcreamcheese · 2 years

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I don’t know what this trope is but I’m starting to love it

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sun-negotiator · 2 years

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Cozy sleepy times w the LADS

#the witcher #geraskier #jaskier #geralt x jaskier #geralt #geralt of rivia #the witcher fanart #fanart #myart #witcher fanart #gaskier #procreate #wolfbard #i love this shit oh my god

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coline7373 · 2 years

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People says Gaskier and Sterek got the same energy.

While I will grant you both got a Tall, Dark and Broody With a Tragic Past, Stiles and Jaskier are just not the same, beside talkative and seemingly weaker then their Hot Shot Counterpart.

Stiles is pessimistic, strategically intelligent, so sarcarstic it draw blood, practical to the bone, ruthless as hell, interested in saving only his few loved ones, wants to be a hero, guard his tender emotions very close to the chest because the slightest uncaring touch hurt like hell.

He is spunky, jumping into the fray to save the world with nothing more than a bat, a metaphor for his determination and bravery.

He knows he doesn't stand a chance. He is going anyways because it has to be done.

He is like a dog with a bone.

Jaskier is hopeful, socially intelligent, lyrical, full of love for Beauty and Romance, whimsical and unpractical, always wanting to save everyone, wants to witness a hero, shout out his emotions, fearless of getting hurt, end up hurt, heal, get back into the fray anyways.

He is feisty, setting out to love the whole wide world, including people getting into deadly battles, with nothing more than his heart, wide open.

He knows he doesn't stand a chance. He's there anyways because it's where it's happening.

He is like a butterfly.

Their personnalities, the ways they function, and what deeply motivate them (beside Good), is really just not the same.

#teen wolf #the witcher #stiles stilinski #jaskier #derek hale #geralt of rivia #gaskier #sterek

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restless-witch · 2 years

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varieties of exile - geraskier in drabbles - pt 7

Witcher 3 + Netflix / This part is rated T for swearing / Incomplete

Geralt showed up late at night, Ciri tucked into his cloak and stumbling over his words, his boots, his fucking life- it's all gone to shit again and instead of doubling back into the Redanian-Temerian-contested backwoods he's mindlessly lead Roach to the summer caravan. Like a stupid pigeon, Geralt found his senses honed in on the wagon Jaskier's wagon through the campground: the rain had settled the caravan into an early night and the horses had been locked up in the barebones stable.

The wagon was on the far edge of the camp, closer to the treeline than the rest of them, which Geralt knew Jaskier knew made him much more vulnerable to bandits but he was grateful because it means there was no one to witness his shame when Jaskier turned him away. He stumbled off of Roach, too bone tired to try and muster any grace. He doesn't wake Ciri though even though he hitched her exhausted form higher in his hold, adjusting the cloak to keep her as dry as he can.

It's not much (it's never enough) and there's bigger problems; but he was trying.

He crept up to the back door and listened: merely soft rattling breath and the unmistakable sound of Jaskier's solitary heartbeat in the wagon. He rapped on the door, an uneven rhythm of knocks across the door that the two had worked out as a password: the door didn't open but he heard the stuttering of Jaskier's heart.

A minute passed and Geralt repeated the knocks, louder this time, nearly losing his grip on Ciri. He heard a muffled shuffling around the wagon before the peephole slid open: bleary blue eyes peered out of the dark.

"Geralt?" Jaskier's voice was quiet and inscrutable, but not harsh or commanding.

For a long moment Geralt couldn't say anything, didn't even know where to start, and Jaskier's blue eyes merely gave a slow lingering blink.

"Please," Geralt's voice was thick and rough and he tried to clear his throat when he realized this was the loudest he's spoken all week, "May I come in? It's raining." (the excuse sounded weak even to his own ears/he prayed to an unknown goddess that Jaskier pitied the desperation in his voice enough to allow them passage).

Through the rain, Geralt caught the faintest hitch in Jaskier's breath.

The eyes disappeared for a moment and Geralt felt like collapsing but the peephole didn't close. Instead after an endless minute, pale fingers poked out offering... something. Geralt took it and looked down at his own fingers. A real Nilfgaardian silver penny. A rare sight these days. Jaskier must have been checking for a doppler.

Geralt doesn't want to think about why he'd felt it was necessary. Or why he had silver at the ready to check.

He held the penny up to the door- clearly showing an unaffected hand. He almost fell over when the door immediately flew open and Geralt and Ciri were yanked in. Geralt found himself disoriented and frayed and pitiful because he nearly moaned when Jaskier closed the door behind them, locked it, drew the deadbolt, and threw Geralt's wet cloak off and didn't even hesitate when he saw Ciri still tucked in his arms.

"I know-" Geralt couldn't meet his eyes and he hoped Jaskier still knew him well enough to interpret the set of his body when he clutched Ciri to his chest and croaked out, "can you help?"

Jaskier hesitated and Geralt couldn't see his face as he hung up Geralt's cloak. "Geralt, how could you ask me that?" Jaskier's voice was soft and weak his knuckles pale and unshaking as they clutched at the fabric and it all comes crashing down and Geralt only barely contained a howl to a whimper when Jaskier easily finished, "of course I will."

It's nearly 3 years after the mountain when Geralt returned to him.

He asks, can you help me?

Jaskier feels his walls dissolving, "of course"

Of course.

Ciri woke up- tucked into a mattress that smells strange. Not like the strange smells of many people embedded in an inn's mattress. It smells like someone- like her grandmother's chambers or the beds of Kaer Morhen. It felt like a dream.

Geralt and the bard Jaskier were cautiously sitting across from each other on the floor, cradling mugs of steaming chicory which seemed wrong to her because it was summer but neither seemed bothered by their sweating hands. It seemed equally wrong that her dreaming mind should conjure her childhood bard with Geralt in a cramped galley- which only left her increasingly frenzied daily reality.

"Good morning love," Jaskier nearly sang, exhaustion clinging to his eyes but ease dripping out of every pore, "it's been a while."

"Good morning," Geralt said quietly and moved to stand before Jaskier yanked him down and stood up himself- snagging both their mugs and setting them on the little table.

"You need a nap," Jaskier said blithely to Geralt, who Ciri expected to grouse or shake off his weariness but Geralt merely began to unlace his boots. Jaskier turned to Ciri, "I'm sorry to dash off so soon Fiona, but there's a few arrangements I must make before the caravan leaves. There's honey for your bread in that cupboard," he gestured somewhere above Geralt's head, then started to rummage through a basket hung by the door, "though you may want a nap too. We've a long day ahead of us, Geralt, can Roach be yoked with a gelding?" Geralt grunted something Ciri couldn't interpret as he shucked off a boot but Jaskier must have for he gave a soft snort, and Ciri belatedly realized they were not in the berth of a ship but a wagon-home. Three years ago, she would have been utterly delighted by the novelty but now she couldn't help wanting to avoid attachment to some new thing that would go away if she didn't destroy it first.

She tried to rub the last of exhaustion and dreaming from her eyes, but doubted them a bit as the cheery quilt on her lap remained clean and bright and so far at odds from the last two (grimy)(desperate)(awful)(increasingly normal) weeks on the run. And she realized she must have tuned out Jaskier (the strangest part of this all) for all she could muster was a blank look when he sadly cooed, "I'm afraid we're going to have to cover your beautiful locks too before we start this grand adventure," he quickly changed into a clean shirt and unclipped yet another basket from the ceiling, tossing a lone melon into Geralt's lap before abruptly leaving.

For a long second, she looked to Geralt who had the ghost of an overwhelmed expression on his face before scooting closer to the wall and wordlessly turning over the corner of the quilt for him. It was cramped and normally Geralt would insist on meditating by the door but he gave her a fond half-smile and lurched off the floor onto the mattress beside her. He pressed a kiss into the mat that had formed on the crown of her braid- affection that had been unimaginable when they first met but Geralt had been warming in his strange way- and laid down flat on his back.

Apparently the bed was larger than it seemed, a pleasant surprise, comfortable enough though neither was really sprawled out.

Ciri sat up and looked over to face Geralt, trying her best to parse out his drained face, "he's right," Geralt rumbled, cracking open one eye, "rest would be good for you," the eye closed again and he threw an arm over his face, "but I won't tell if you don't." When she climbed over him, he moved more towards the middle and huffed a faint laugh as she pulled the quilt over him- "don't touch anything with a book on top."

Which of course was the first thing she saw and it begrudgingly ignited a curiosity in her, and she tried to remember how good Geralt's memory of a room was when they were both so tired and whether he would know if she did inch closer to the chest with the little book on top: the door was thrown open and "Fíonn, I'd rather know you better before you looked at that," and Ciri caught a glimpse of a ragged treeline and Jaskier casually dropped the rest of their saddlebags on the floor (as if Roach hadn't kicked Eskel 6 months ago).

He flipped one open and pulled out all of their bread (that they were supposed to stretch for another week) and set it on the table then grabbed the honey "eat up," he pressed it into her hands, "if you won't nap, then eat. And then you can," he cast a look around the room, "yes, all the cabinets and those drawers are fair game but the ones under Geralt stick unless the bed is empty. Snoop as you like, my dear."

"Ah, thanks," Ciri said with a touch of a blush she hadn't felt outside of Kaer Morhen in months, dazedly starting to open the jar in her hands.

Jaskier swept over to the bed, Geralt abruptly rolling over as Jaskier went to worm out a coin purse Ciri hadn't even felt out of the pillow and neatly going back when Jaskier turned back to grab a rod from a set of staves on the wall. He looked over the room again and gave Ciri a wan smile, "I shouldn't be more than three hours, look as you like," he went back to the door and knocked by a switch on the wall, "flip this if you hear someone Geralt, it'll close the shutters." Jaskier didn't wait for a response and left, locking the door behind him.

"Told you. Nothing with a book on top-"

"- you knew he was there," Ciri said accusingly.

"I didn't tell," Geralt rumbled fondly.

A/N- Encouragement and kind words will always make me more excited to write stuff <3 and feel free to dash off a message to me! I haven’t really made any friends in the fandom yet :3c

Thanks for reading, friends!

Rough and tumble ragged drafts on tumblr here: actual fic varieties of exile

Polished chapters on ao3 here: Varieties of Exile

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