darlingimabard: geralt, trying to comfort ciri: hey,

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darlingimabard:

geralt, trying to comfort ciri: hey, everyone’s afraid of something

ciri: but you’re a witcher! what are you afraid of?

jaskier, sipping his wine: genuine displays of emotion

chimaerakitten: frankly, I don’t think stories

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chimaerakitten:

frankly, I don’t think stories with immortal-formerly-human characters actually go as far as they could with it?

I know this is kind of weird for me to say because I’ve also been known to say stuff like “stop having the dragon guard the sacred sword treasure macguffin for ten thousand years. do you know how long that is? that’s like, early neolithic. that sword is made out of steel. this makes no fucking sense.” but like, hear me out.

so like, anatomically modern humans have been around about 200 thousand years, so that’s how old you could theoretically have an immortal character be before you get into predates-humanity-probably-beyond-comprehension-elder-god territory. (which is a whole different deal because immortal characters who were never human in the first place are a different ballgame and there’s plenty of them so that’s not a missed opportunity)

and I mean I guess you could say that in your universe where vampires/whatever exist, none of the first few have lived that long, but that’s kind of no fun? and that reduces your immortality angst to less “I could be around literally forever” and more “in practice there’s no vampires older than about two thousand, so that’s probably how long I’ll be around for. that’s a long time but if I make some vampire friends everything will be fine”

but if you have a vampire that’s like “Yo, I’m still not used to these fuckin…modern animals. It was Pleistocene megafauna for most of my life and I miss the big fluffy boys. also you guys have shitty stars. they’re better when Vega is the North Star. I can’t wait to get rid of Polaris again. Your languages are wack too. I miss photo-indo-european.” then your recently turned character can go “well fuck, I might outlive…humanity, as a whole.”

anyway this is getting long so more under the cut

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Oh I started writing a book like this, so long ago. It’s in my notes from around 2000, I was so taken with my trip to the Museum of Natural History in NYC I think– they have a gallery of early ivory carvings, and I wrote a short story with no plot of a woman who had been the subject of the carving seeing it and weeping because she remembered the carver. 

I didn’t know where to go with it, though, because OP is right, it’s such a huge concept. But I really enjoyed the idea of my 40,000-year-old woman reminiscing on an era of her life she had nothing left of. 

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We also ran out of cope today, after the 17th iteration of the same argument. ❤️

I just had to separate the kids, and then forcibly send their mother to the basement to work out like she’d been saying she’d go do for 25 minutes and then was like “oh no the children are making noises I Cannot Leave Them Unattended” and I was like Christ almighty, I am going to sit in the room with them and pay them the attention they want while they take their “recess”, which is a thing that won’t particularly annoy me but will devastate you because it will derail your plans for today and you are a person who invests heavily in following a plan and you are still not recovered from not being able to follow yesterday’s plan so please, for the love of God, go follow your plan for the day and I will sit here and say “yes dear” “mmhmm sweetie” “yes I see it” “no get down from there” “oh you hit pause by accident, try the other remote” “mm does that go in your mouth? didn’t think so” “listen kid we don’t throw things AT people and yes TOWARDS effectively means the same thing as AT so cut it out or that Pokeball becomes mine permanently” while staring at the Internet, which is basically all I had wanted to spend this hour doing anyway. 

I can’t be in charge of the lesson plans, but by God, I can just absent-mindedly supervise like a champ.

(She’s out of Cope and is Projecting that onto the children who are not particularly high on Cope but are mostly upset that their mother can’t Cope and honestly it’s a Lot, and I’m going to make an embroidered sampler that just says It’s Been A Lot, For A While Now, because that’s basically how we punctuate every sentence.)

(She also admitted to almost crying at the “WE MISS YOU” banner, but managed not to because she was actually attending the children at the time and they’d have noticed.)

Ha and their dad’s home today too, ostensibly finishing revisions on a policy document about the Current Shenanigans, but really he keeps wandering around the house staring blankly at things and for a while was wearing the bold fashion statement of a bathrobe and a baseball cap. He did a liver transplant overnight the night before last and has not quite gotten the hang of reality again, though having known him twenty years I can definitively say he never had the hang of reality in the first place. 

mouths of babes for today edition

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the girl, when told that she shouldn’t grab her brother while he’s carrying a drink to the table, protested that she wanted him to play. 

her mother: it’s not always about you, child
child, wistfully: I wish it was always about me

I feel you, kid.

laporcupina: Initiating a program of lighter fare. And we are...

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laporcupina:

Initiating a program of lighter fare. And we are indeed at the back end of Third Winter because there have been snowflakes this week but I wore shorts and a t-shirt out to walk the other week. We shall not speak of the coming apocalypse known as The Pollening.

As an aside, one of the best parts of Fool’s Spring is that one random hot day in February where everyone looks ridiculous because their spring stuff is still put away but they need something not black and woolen and grab whatever’s on the top of the one bin they can reach.

ah no, it’s snowing here again, I think we’re in Third Winter but that might be optimism