@jaegermonster / jaegermonster.tumblr.com
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.
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........
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.
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”!
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.
please foglios…. Let Them Sleep
Dimo POV (chp. 2)
The General by adiduck (book_people) (AO3) Girl Genius – Teen #Mentions of Gore and Amputation #Mentions of Suicide #Sheep Abuse #Gross Misuse of Live Sheep
It takes six months for Dimo to officially become acting general of the Jaegermonster army after Baron Klaus Wulfenbach locks Mechanicsburg, and himself and their Heterodyne with it. A lot can happen in six months.
Part 2 of the Dimo Becomes a General series (AO3)
@girlgeniusevents gg event week day 5: jägerdraught
“They were the worst of the worst - the Heterodyne’s hand-picked warriors. His bloodiest marauders, who rode with him for the sheer joy of the slaughter. They were the ones given the jägerdraught. That’s what all the stories say.”
“They took it freely. That’s in all the stories, too.”
gif version:
Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Girl Genius (Webcomic) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Alexandros Heterodyne, minion oc, spark OC Additional Tags: possesivness, Heterodyne being protective, some lgbT, wish there was more Summary:
On what was meant to be a quick run to pillage some materials from a newly found out city of steel, maybe kill some people, the Heterodyne comes across a spark worse than himself which simply can not happen.
Day 6 for Heterodynes! One more to go. @girlgeniusevents
“Fools! In a moment your pitiful lives will be ended!” gloats Kritislik Wissenschaft, Baron of Scrifler. “For you see, this device here was constructed by Van Rijn himself, and once I flip this switch, you all will pay!”
Barry rolls his eyes. “How many times have we heard that in the past week?” he murmurs.
Bill flashes a grin; he’s already cut through his own bonds and is halfway through Barry’s. “Though I must say the Van Rijn part is new.”
“Silence!” Wissenschaft roars, and flips the switch.
Lightning flashes. Thunder crashes. The room goes dark for a moment, and when the lights turn back on, there’s a woman in red and gold in a three-point stance between Wissenschaft and the machine. Her head whips from side to side to take in the room, long black hair whirling behind her.
Wissenschaft looks between the woman and the switch he’s still holding onto, clearly disappointed the effect wasn’t more immediately destructive. Collecting his wits, he points at Bill and Barry. “Attack them!” he cries.
Barry snaps the remaining cords around his wrists and Bill ends his pretense of still having any; the two sink into fighting stances.
The woman, on the other hand, straightens with a disdainful curl to her lip. “You dare,” she says, and Barry starts at the somehow-different-but-recognizably-Mechanicsburg accent saturating her words, “give orders to me?”
“I do dare!” Well, Barry has to give him credit for trying.
The woman snarls and lunges for Wissenschaft, seizing him by the neck. She snatches a sharp-edged tool from a workbench and slashes it across his throat. Wissenschaft lets out a wet gurgle as she lets him fall to the floor. She then turns on Bill and Barry, her improvised blade raised. “Well?” she demands.
The pieces have just finished falling into place for Barry, and the golden trilobite on her headpiece only confirms it. “Great-great-great-great-great-aunt Euphrosynia?”
Her eyes flicker to the trilobites on their own clothing. “Say that again,” she says.
“I’m Bill Heterodyne,” Bill says, “and this is my brother Barry. It’s eighteen sixty-three.”
Euphrosynia examines Bill’s features, then Barry’s, then nods to herself, having apparently found what she was looking for. “Eighteen sixty-three, you say?” She grins. “Why don’t you show me what’s changed, children?”
please foglios…. Let Them Sleep
@girlgeniusevents gg event week day 6: Heterodyne
agatha and the family legacy(s)
Day five of the Girl Genius Event Week hosted by @girlgeniusevents: Jagerdraught / Poison / Coffee
Moloch picked himself up in a huff. He’d just been planning to leave the Castle, go find himself some dinner somewhere that wasn’t actively hostile, and maybe get a few hours of sleep. Next thing he knew, the floor had opened up on him and he was on his ass in front of one of Agatha’s labs.
He knew it was one of Agatha’s because it was covered in clank detritus, rather than the aviator or biological in Gil’s. There was nothing like seeing a real kidney growing in a tank to put you off kidney beans for a month.
Agatha and Tarvek shared a proclivity for clankwork, so Tarvek’s labs should have looked similar to hers, but Muses were delicate sparkwork and Agatha only dealt in functional mechanics. Also Tarvek was the most repressed spark Moloch ever had the good fortune to work with. He actually kept his workrooms neat.
So Moloch knew this was one of Agatha’s labs, but not which one. The Castle had been repaired for years now, and only attacked people inside it on purpose.
“Only” wasn’t saying much when dealing with a sapient city equipped with a sadistic sense of humor.
