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bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher · 3 years

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I don't know if it's much of a prompt but the first time Geralt info dumps about monsters to Jaskier, and Jaskier just falls for him even harder, because oh wow this idiot witcher cares very much about the difference between griffins in the north and griffins in the east, or something like that. Also I really enjoy reading your fics so thank you so much for posting them!!^^

okay so you just gave me the opportunity to infodump about something I love through the medium of Geralt so... enjoy these boys being cute and soft!

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“Jaskier, look!” Geralt gasps. He grabs Jaskier by the wrist and drags him over to the side of the worn beaten path. He kneels in the dirt and tugs the bard down alongside him, pointing eagerly at a small patch of roses. They look close to blooming and they’re terribly out of season. “A fairy is about to hatch!”

“Oh,” the bard inhales softly. He leans closer, his blue eyes widening in wonder and a grin stretching across his boyish face. Geralt is smitten. “How lovely!”

“Shh,” Geralt holds a finger to his lips. Jaskier goes quiet beside him, the only noise now is the out-of-rhythm beating of their hearts. After a moment the rose begins to bloom. A small head pokes out first, then two arms and a pair of bright purple-tinged butterfly wings. “It’s a boy!”

“How can you tell?” Jaskier asks. From what he could see, the tiny humanoid figure was neither boy nor girl. The fairy had short, cropped red hair and lovely large wings and not much else to go by.

“His wings are mauve, see? Boy fairies have mauve wings and girls have white wings and those who are neither or both are blue.”

“You know an awful lot about fairies, dear heart,” Jaskier’s grin grows. He crowds closer against Geralt’s side and pouts up at his Witcher. “Tell me more?”

Geralt flushes his own shade of mauve and Jaskier delights in it, utterly captivated. “Do you really want to know?”

“Of course!”

The tiny thing before them is slowly pulling the petals from his rosy nest to build a shirt and trousers, sticking the pieces together with sap and dusting it over with pollen.

“Every time a child laughs for the first time, that laugh goes skipping out into the world and becomes a fairy. The laugh becomes a flower and from that flower climbs a tiny person that already knows how to fly.”

“Are fairies good or evil?”

“They’re so small that they can only feel one thing at a time, so I suppose the answer to your question lies in the hands of whatever any given fairy is feeling that day.”

“Huh,” Jaskier leans his head against Geralt’s shoulder. They sit in the dirt for a long while, watching the newborn fairy gather up his courage and burst into anxious flight for the first time. They cheer him on, watching with bated breath as he finally disappears over the tree line.

The sun is close to setting by then and Jaskier finds himself shivering lightly in the chill of early spring. Geralt settles his cloak over the bard’s shoulders and gets busy scouting for a good place to rest. He pretends not to notice the way Jaskier buries his nose in the neckline of the cloak and breathes in, his eyelids close and his face blooms into an expression of utmost fondness.

I wonder what your laugh turned into, Geralt thinks as he lights a fire and ushers his delicate human companion into its the circumference of its warm glow. Jaskier warms his hands over the flames, his eyes following the Witcher’s every move. He glances back, returning the fond look with one of his own. I wonder what this feeling will turn into...

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ranibell · 4 years

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@ivlin re: “i think pirate fairy is very interesting in terms of general neverland lore as opposed to specific disney fairies lore, but even then its far from perfect”

Yeah, even as far the Never Land lore in this film, it produces more questions than answers! Only a few aspects of NL in general are shown in TPF—James Hook, Skull Rock and the crocodile.

So, Hook. James. He’s depicted as a young man in Pirate Fairy, so now we know that he’s been sailing around Never Land since he was that young. In Disney’s lore, everyone on the island magically stays young, which is untrue in the original tale by Barrie in which Peter himself is the only one who doesn’t grow up. So if Hook has been around NL since he was young, why would he go away and spend some 30 years growing older until he was middle aged before ultimately ending up back in NL?

Then, Crocky. Love him. But if he is indeed the croc who swallowed a clock who haunts Hook for the rest of his life, the fact that he was introduced at this point in the timeline destroys the ENTIRE feud between Peter and Hook.

If Croc got a taste for Hook by biting him in TPF and began chasing him then, Hook has no reason to have a personal vendetta against Peter for giving his hand to the crocodile. It already wanted a piece of him. In the original story, Hook isn’t upset about having to replace his original hand with a hook because he actually finds it more useful—what enrages him is that Peter’s act of feeding it to the crocodile made it hungry for his flesh for the rest of time which terrifies him.

And Skull Rock is just a big skull shaped rock, it’s just an iconic location, nothing wrong with that.

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peterpanquotes1 · 5 years

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James Matthew Barrie, Peter Pan: The Boy Who Would Never Grow Up to be a Man, 1916

Page v: Introduction.

“Who are you, Pan?” “I am Youth, Eternal Youth! I am the Sun rising, I am Poets singing, I am the New World. I am a little bird That has broken out of the egg, I am Joy, Joy, Joy.”

Sir James Matthew Barrie’s delightful creation, “Peter Pan,” has by this time taken a secure place in the hearts of children of all ages, and there are few homes in the land in which Peter, Wendy, Tinker Bell, Captain Hook and his Pirates, the Mermaids and Redskins, and the exciting world in which they live are not as familiar as the most time-honored lore of fairyland. “Peter Pan” as a play is a little closer to the affections of most children and grownups than any other play of our time.

“Peter Pan” ranks with Maeterlinck’s child’s classic, “The Blue Bird.” Both plays are unique in having an equally strong appeal to children and adults.

“I’m Youth, Eternal Youth,” cries Barrie’s immortal boy. And this is the spirit of Peter Pan — joy and innocence, freshness of morning; the buoyant, creative, upbuilding energy of life at the springtime.

Page vi: “Peter Pan” has become and will remain a radiant center of goodwill and good fellowship. Its influence is like sunshine. Playing “Peter pan” is not acting a role; it is embodying a living thought; it is expressing a life fore in the simplest, most beautiful way by teaching us to look at life from a child’s point of view. So looked at it follows quite naturally that it is liked not only by children but by men and women who love each other, have homes and little children, and sorrows that love can heal, and joys that leave no bitter taste. Realities that seemed formidable are found not to be real at all and all sorts of lovely illusions are dreams that may come true. “Peter Pan” is not to be judged by the ordinary standards. It is a pure fantasy by the one writer, since Robert Louis Stevenson, who has most truly kept the heart and mind of a child. Boys and girls of all ages love it because it is a boy’s mind turned inside out. Everything in it happens precisely as it would happen in a world made by a healthy boy of imagination. All the best things come true. Very few plays written in the English language in the last fifty years are half so sure of a place in the living theatre of the next century as the airy fantasy of Barrie’s.

It was on the night of November 6th, 1905, that “Peter Pan” was played for the first time in America. It had been produced triumphant in London the year before and quite a fever of expectancy awaited its production in America. The first reviews of the play were unfavorable. Few, if any, read its successful future, and it is to be gravely doubted if Barrie himself believed at the start that his play, about the boy who would not grow up, would bring him more fame than any other work he had ever written.

Page vii: The manuscript of the play has never been published. It is in curious script with its striking contrasts, — the most amazing flights of fancy, the most delicate gossamer of playful humor followed by the most prosaic and the most mechanically exact stage directions wherein is planned every detail of the immensely complicated machinery for putting “Peter Pan” upon the stage. Here is included the missing scene, Marooner’s Rock of the Mermaid’s Lagoon, a scene now long omitted from the play as produced.

“Peter Pan” was created in the mind of a man of insight and gentleness, one of the most brilliant figures in modern literature. James Matthew Barrie was born at Kirriemuir, Scotland, May 9th, 1860, and was educated at the famous Dumfries Academy and Edinburgh University. In 1883 he went to Nottingham, England, as a writer on the staff of the ‘Nottingham Journal,’ and for a year and a half contributed to that Journal. He then went to London and was a frequent contributor to the ‘St. James Gazette’ and other English papers.

Page 11: The elfin creature sprang to his feet, and taking off his cap, bowed very politely. Wendy curtsied in return, though she found it a difficult thing to do in bed. “What’s your name?” asked the little boy. “Wendy Moira Angela Darling. What’s yours?” “Peter Pan. “Where do you live?” “Second turning to the right, and straight on till morning.”

Page 20: “Think, lead the way!” called Peter, and the fairy shot out like a little star. None of the children had time to put on their day clothes, but John snatched his top hat as he flew out of the window, followed by Michael. Peter Pan held Wendy’s hand, and away they floated into the dark blue depths of the starry night.

Page 25: Now Captain Hook most of all wanted to find Peter Pan, for it was Peter, who, a long time before, in an encounter between the Pirates and the Lost Boys, had cut off his right arm and flung it to a passing crocodile. The crocodile had liked the taste of it so much that ever since he had wandered from land to land and from sea to sea licking his lips for the rest of the Captain. In a way it was a sort of compliment, but Hook didn’t care for that kind of a compliment.

Page 29: The Pirates had scarcely disappeared in the depths of the forest, when the Indians crept silently up in pursuit of them. Tiger Lily, their chieftainess, was at their head, now running swiftly under the trees, now listening with her ear to the ground, to find out where her enemies had gone. For, like Tinker Bell, and Wendy, she loved Peter Pan, and his enemies were her enemies.

Page 62: The Boys waited, breathless with horror, until with sudden relief and rapture they saw, not the crocodile, but their beloved captain Peter Pan appearing over the ship’s side. In one hand, at arm’s length, he held an alarm clock, the ticking of which had made Hook believe that the crocodile was upon him.

Page 72: At last, when she as a little calm, Wendy began telling her about Peter Pan and the Lost Boys, who with Peter pan himself were all waiting outside. Directly Mrs. Darling saw them, and heard that they had no mothers, she instantly adopted them all. Though the house would be rather crowded, she could easily put up some extra beds in the drawing room, she said, and by using a screen on her “At Home” days, everything could be comfortably managed.

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