firecoloredwater:

hellscabanaboy:

please tell me the girl genius universe contains a genre of overwrought not-quite-romance novels in which minions find their perfect masters and through various melodramatic and contrived situations fall in loyalty

There’s a subgenra/variation where it’s jagers.  It’s extremely popular in Mechanicsburg and nonexistent everywhere else.  No one knows if the books are fiction or not and the jagers aren’t saying.

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jaegermonster:

cool so let’s ignore the fact that i abandoned this blog for over a year … i’m thinking abt giving it an overhaul & getting up and running again bc i like genuinely do not have anything better to do with my life right now

mostly bc im no longer happy with the state of my heterodyne family timeline, and it needs an overhaul. that is the primary reason i’m thinking about coming back……..

cool so let’s ignore the fact that i abandoned this blog for over a year … i’m thinking abt giving it an overhaul & getting up and running again bc i like genuinely do not have anything better to do with my life right now

overlord-off-record:

I was hoping to get this done before midnight, so I could say that I wrote two scenes in one weekend. I didn’t quite manage. Anyway, who’s ready for some feels?

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Tarvek was minding his own business, thinking of ways to keep everyone alive, when Gil suddenly reached toward his face. Tarvek flinched away from the touch.

“What are you doing?!”

It seemed a reasonable enough question, but Gil looked stricken. Tarvek’s mind reeled through a series of quick somersaults. Gil wanted to touch him. Gil. Wanted. To touch. Him. Tarvek tried to swallow the sudden dryness in his mouth.

“That looks infected,” Gil said. Tarvek’s spirits plummeted, but his breathing returned to normal. Of course. Medical interest. Nothing to shout about.

Keep reading

allthisandtea:

For anybody who’s enjoyed reading the Coffee Shop AU for Girl Genius that @pandagnomeium and I wrote a while back, I had some sake tonight and wrote a second chapter for “It’s More Than I Can Stand”!

If you would like to read the first chapter of it again, it’s here.  Second chapter is here, and if you want to read the whole set, here’s links to all of it:

ROXANNE!

You Don’t Have to Put On the Red LIght

It’s More Than I Can Stand

iztarshi:

Preeetty sure Gil is deliberately being a jerk here, but it’s not a bad question, is it? The Jägers he’s asked have said they don’t know, which might just mean it’s a rather personal question they’re suddenly being asked, or might mean they really don’t.

The Jäger candidates are most likely drawn from the people who ride with them. A demographic Old Man Death describes here for us. Young men who didn’t care what happened to them.

There’s an element of gangs or organized crime, as well as the obvious military ones, to the Jägerkin. From the family terms they throw around to the internal code of honour. The Jägerbrau itself has elements – although the way it works is by necessity not design – of hazing, initiation, or even Russian Roulette. You suffer excrutiating pain and the chance of death to be part of this group.

Tarvek’s asking a different question. Not “why would anyone become a Jäger?” but “Why would a smart educated person become a Jäger?”

Jorgi’s answer is flippant, but maybe there’s some truth in it too. Vole still wanted to burn down the world.

And, fifteen? Even if he’s counting from when he was old enough to first understand his father, or perhaps to when he left home rather than to when he was offered the brau, it doesn’t sound like he was very old.

So you have a demographic of people in their teens or early twenties, people who don’t care much what happens to them and don’t expect anyone else to either. The kind of people who would be drawn to crime or gangs, because they’re looking for somewhere to belong and half-expect to die young anyway.

What the Heterodyne offers – what might be too embarrassing to tell a nosy Spark asking nosy questions – is the promise that they will be loved and valued, even in a harsh, possessive way.

Vlad made Jägers as soldiers and companions (according to the Secret Blueprints). Heterodynes are isolated, the sole Masters in their town of Minions. They don’t have friends. But Jägers get some of the leeway of court jesters, their unquestionable loyalty and dependency meaning they get a licence to tease. Dimo’s “get your own pants” attitude didn’t strike me as odd, but as something Agatha could probably put an end to if she got mad enough about it to command him. As long as she doesn’t, he’s allowed to play (and how much of “borink” as a description of Bill and Barry means “they wouldn’t play with us”?)

Jägers are wildly attention seeking. They clown for each other, for outsiders, and probably for their Heterodynes. As long as it doesn’t interfere too much with work, amusing your Heterodyne is a good thing.

Heterodynes are hedonistic, usually. I think a lot of what I’m trying to say here is… Heterodynes want to have fun. Often considerably more than they actually want to conquer a thing. They chose people they could have fun with, people who shared their idea of fun. Heterodynes are gleefully destructive and so are Jägers. Whether they were angry – looking to burn down the world – or just reckless and uncaring, they could come away covered in someone else’s blood and smiling. Soldiers who can do the work but take no pleasure in it are no fun to ride with.

(via direful)