So, back in January I was watching the new PJO show and got bitten by two very rabid plot bunnies. I wrote and posted both of these, each within 48 hours at the most, and they came out about a week apart. While in grad school.
It was maybe a mistake, but it felt great.
I am back on my writing bullshit, so here is my next thing, inspired once again by @cheyla-v and @scioneeris, because their work rules my life.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/44417317/chapters/111718312#workskin
People keep making posts talking about Roach sitting and refusing to move in order to get Geralt to do things and the thing is
Horses basically do not sit, and they’re not incredibly stable so even if you’re working with a 2500lb draft it’s pretty much always possible to force them to budge over, but! sitting and refusing to get up is a primary llama tactic. Whenever you piss a llama off it’s either spit-in-your-face time or sit-down-and-become-one-with-the-earth time.
And the idea of a Witcher AU where everything is the same except Roach is a llama is HILARIOUS to me
Geralt is mean to Jaskier and she just sits down in the middle of the road and refuses to budge until he apologizes
A townsperson is being Witcher-racist and she spits in his eye making him roll around on the ground in stinky pain
It explains so much about how game!Roach is always ending up on top of buildings bc llamas actually have sorta claw-things not hooves and they can climb anything, including going straight up vertical fences, and also they in general have no regard for physical boundaries, if they stay in a pasture it’s because they chose to, so, like, Jaskier’s running from a cuckolded lord on the third story of a castle and suddenly there’s this hell-beast making a sound like a furious wood chipper between him and the lord who is now running VERY MUCH THE OTHER WAY and Jaskier’s just like… I love you but how the hell did you get up here
also there is absolutely nothing better than being hugged by a llama bc they wrap their necks around you and their neck fur is so so soft and Geralt deserves that in his life
All the world’s a-buzzing,
No one ever seems to take a break
There’s never an opportunity to sit,
To calm down, to rest.
You have to keep moving,
Keep running, never stopping,
Until you’re so out of breath
All you can do is gasp.
Always moving, never stopping,
Fighting and clawing for a place
On the ladder of life
Like the modern Great Chain of Being
Trying to find a place in the world
Wouldn’t it be nice if we could just…
Relax. Breathe. Talk?
I’ve never been able to understand
How anyone could view the world with apathy
Not when snowflakes are so beautifully and uniquely sculpted,
Not when the sky is streaked with colors so vibrant
They couldn’t have been created, or be replicated, by any artist.
How can anyone do anything less that enjoy at least a little of the world,
When even during the fiercest storms,
Even during the darkest nights,
There’s a reason to see beauty in being alive.
If life is a journey,
Then everyone wants to avoid that destination in the distance.
When life is likened to a mountain,
It’s to show the struggle of the climb.
If, as Shakespeare says, all the world is a stage,
Am I then required to follow some unknown script?
I’ve always loved the night
Standing in the snow
Under the far-off, cold stars
Bathed in the light of the ethereal moon
Creating a tale of light in the darkness
A biography of hope
Told as the world is painted silver.