#htau

Sarah's wearing a hadestown shirt. . .

it would be a year after the run ended

trust bro

Halcyon (Equable): That HURT! Uhhh got bandaids?

ANOTHER GACHA SANS AU ENTHUSIAST IN THE WILD!?!? LET'S GOOOO

(Send me more asks 👹)

Also, you didn't specify who you were asking, so I went with Magicia (Ma-gi-ka is the official pronunciation but Ma-gi-cia is also peak) cuz she's my underrated baby.

Just to warn you, this is lazily made lol.

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Credits

The Tree of Magic and Dreamtale is by Jokublog!

A few hours into the karaoke game there were bags and boxes of snacks all over the bed and a modestly noisy crowd of teenagers breaking some of Roxas’ records in his game. Which earned some begrudging compliments from him, but he couldn't argue with the facts.

The fun and games probably would have continued much longer, but Roxas suddenly heard a very soft snort behind him, at the head of the bed. Turning to look, he caught sight of Ephemera and Blaine, and had to wince. It looked like Ephemera had crawled on top of Blaine and fallen asleep, and for a moment Roxas thought Blaine had fallen asleep too. But when he started shushing the others Blaine’s eyes opened easily.

“It’s alright. You won’t wake him up,” Blaine assured, though his voice was a little quieter. He wished the noise would have, but it had taken a good lecture from Eraqus for Blaine to realize Ephemera wasn’t completely healthy yet. He was getting there, and that’s why he had woken up from his coma in the first place. But he wasn’t fully well yet, and therefore still needed rest. And that, plus Blaine already knowing that Ephemera slept like a rock in the past anyway, and the fact he’d even fallen asleep in the first place with all the noise, made him fairly sure they wouldn’t wake him up if they kept playing.

“... You look used to that,” Roxas commented, no longer trying to quiet the others, but not needing to. The interruption had made them realize it was pretty late in the afternoon anyway, and it would probably be good to think about heading home for dinner.

“He used to do this all the time back then too,” Blaine admitted, getting a small smile and resting his hand on Ephemera’s back. “He never had any qualms about invading people’s personal space…. That’s why I was so used to it when Ven fell asleep on me all the time too.”

Roxas just had to grin, having an old question of his own answered without having to ask it. “I’m glad you got him back.”

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Been awhile since I’ve done one of these XDD I haven’t gotten sick of them just run out of brain flooding ideas so other things are taking priority.

I ended up having Everything Goes On by Porter Robinson come on and give me just enough motivation to do this while I spammed the song on repeat though. XD

Early Fall 2018

Geralt doesn’t know what to expect from the video Yennefer sends him at ten in the evening. It’s not as if there’s precedent for this. He holds the phone away from him, finger over the speaker to muffle any unexpected loud noises while he presses play.

Yennefer swims into view, a bright watery grin on her face like she gets when she’s drunk a little more than she usually does. A man is singing something from the eighties somewhere off screen. He sounds about as drunk as Yennefer looks, which makes sense given the song.

“Y’know, sometimes you have impeccable taste, Geralt. I mean, obviously there’s me… but this guy has a flair for dramatic that I just can’t help but admire.”

The camera flipped to show the stage of what must have been some karaoke bar - where in the city did they even have one of those? - upon which Jaskier was doing his best to deliver a performance to rival any the song had ever received before.

“Out where the lightning splits the sea, I could swear there is someone, somewhere watching me!”

Triss’ laugh filtered in from off screen. “That would be ninety-five percent of this bar.”

“Through the wind and the chill and the rain,”

“And his future husband, don’t forget!”

“And the storm and the flood,”

“Of course not! Geralt, if you don’t make an honest man out of him soon I may have to ban you from my store!”

“I can feel his approach like a fire in my blood!”

Yennefer grins at the phone ringing on the table in front of Jaskier. Everything is going perfectly.

“I must visit the little DM’s room - Jaskier, darling, I’m entrusting you with my personal cell. Please entertain anyone who calls me until I return.”

“She was probably joking, right?”

Triss shook her head very seriously and pushed the phone closer to Jaskier. “She said entertain them, bard!”

Jaskier figured whatever happened next could be directly attributed to Yennefer and Triss so he might as well have some fun.

“You’ve reached Yennefer’s phone - she’s currently busy with much more important things but has entrusted me with the very important job of entertainment until she returns. Sweat baby, sweat baby, sex is a Texas drought, me and you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about, so put your hands down my pants and I bet you’ll feel—“

“Jaskier?”

Jaskier yelped, dropping the phone to the table with a loud clatter and much raucous laughter from Triss. He swore and scooped it back up.

“Geralt! Hi! Sorry about that, uh, we’ve just had a bit to drink, just a little punchy over here. I didn’t, uh, I didn’t check the caller ID - but it looks like that wouldn’t have mattered because Yennefer has you listed as Grumpy. Not that it’s any of my business or anything but, um, why does my boss’ boss have you saved in her contacts?”

Triss laughed louder from her side of the table and made a large X with her forearms, nearly falling out of her seat at the sudden movement.

“We’re… friends. Could you have her call me back?”

“Of course! It was nice speaking with you, Geralt - tell Ciri I said hello!”

“I will. Good night, Jaskier.”

Jaskier dropped his head to the table and groaned piteously. “I hate Yennefer.”

“Oh I think you’ll find that was all you, darling.”

He turned to glare up at her from his new home. “Your contact names leave much to be desired.”

“How do you have Valdo Marx saved in your phone, again?”

“Satan - Do Not Answer. That’s a helpful instruction. Grumpy could be anyone.”

“Well if it’ll make you happy I can change it to Grumpy Ex - Answer After Shots.”

“Ex? Then you’re—“

“Ciri’s mother? No.” The witch dropped back into her seat and plucked her phone from Jaskier’s hand, already scrolling through it. “Geralt and I predate that by quite a bit. That’s his story to tell, but I can say that we’re much better as we are now. Too similar, too stubborn.”

Geralt: You’re a terrible person

Yennefer: I know, it keeps me up at night

Yennefer: Do I get a thank you?

Yennefer: Ciri said you’ve been the worst to be around since you ran into him at that amateur night. Sighing like a heartbroken teenager over having to listen to the original because you weren’t smart enough to record Jaskier’s performance.

Yennefer: Well you’re welcome

“Please tell me you got that on video.”

Early 2019

Ciri woke to the sounds of My Chemical Romance drifting from the kitchen, which was strange enough even if she ignored that someone was obviously singing along. Bleary eyed and hungry she stumbled out of bed and toward the music.

“Eight legs to the wall, hit the gas, kill ‘em all!”

There was a shirtless man singing and dancing in her kitchen, making breakfast. And it wasn’t her father. She barely had time to take in the sprawling flowers tattooed across his back before he turned and she recognized him.

“Jaskier!”

He grinned, grabbing her hands to pull her into the fray.

Her father wandered in not long later, sleepy looking and much less confused than she had been. He watched them dance with a small smile, but didn’t allow the other man to pull him in like Ciri had.

Jaskier seemed happy enough to have an audience and a dance partner until a little further into the song.

“Oh let me tell you ‘bout the sad man,” He twirled a giggling Ciri off to her own little corner and slid over to stand in front of her dad, sliding their fingers together. “Shut up and let me see your jazz hands!” He spun them around the room. “Remember when you were a madman? Thought you was Batman and hit the party with a gas can - kiss me you animal!”

And Gerard Way was on his own as Jaskier tugged her dad’s head down to kiss him.

“I guess that’s one way to tell her.”

Jaskier’s eyes flew open cartoonishly as he threw himself back and away from Geralt’s snickering, holding the other man at arms length. “You said you were going to!”

“At breakfast.”

“You didn’t think she’d wonder why I was here and making breakfast half naked?”

“That’s why I was going to tell her at breakfast.”

“You’re ridiculous!”

“Isn’t that my line?”

I wanted to draw a dance pose again, so went for round 2 of ballet Ven X’D

After @ wayward-wishes gave me tips on how to correct the last one I’ve been motivated to try again 8′D Different pose, but I noticed in the ref the toes were pointed out so I tried to make sure I did that for the hip rotate???? Dance is hard yo X’DD but ballet also has some of the most fun to draw poses.