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hi!! thanks for the ask!!!

1. what was your writing-highlight this year? what made it special and how will you reflect on it next year?

writing highlight of this year was probably herald at dawn. spefifically, winning (half, 25k) nano, which was amazing. but also herald at dawn in general, because its the most words i've ever written on a draft i'm proud of (the original frost & fire was 40k, but it also isn't something my current self is really proud of.) and its, in my opinion, the best plot in terms of fleshed out-ness and character arcs & development & shit

4. what is your favourite line you wrote this year?

defineity this.

“You can’t stick papers in their spines! It falls out. You know what mine can do? Have paper shoved in its spine and paper stays in its spine!"

out of context I think its fucking awesome, but in context i still love it so much. (this is during leo and james' argument about notebooks and which one is better, spiral bound or sewn bound (? is that what its called--), and this is (one of) leo's arguments for why sewn bound notebooks are better.)

9. create a meme or moodboard that captures your past writing-year!

(i then proceeded to get him stabbed)

Thank you! <3

Your prompt: Jaskier is about to leave for work. Geralt asks him if he’s forgotten anything, and Jaskier gives him a kiss. Geralt turns red and opens his hand to reveal Jaskier’s wallet. 

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Jaskier was in a mad rush, as always. He ricocheted around, muttering about how little sleep he’d had and how horribly late he was going to be. His things were scattered throughout the house - keys in one place, wallet in another, phone as good as lost. Any attempts at actually organising Jaskier’s chaotic life had failed, and Geralt had fully given up.

Geralt’s eyes fell to the coffee table in front of him, the dozens of ring-marks, the little pile of tat that Jaskier had pulled out of his pockets the previous evening when he’d returned from the shops.

“Jaskier—”

“I don’t have time for your moaning, Geralt! You can tell me off later.”

“But—”

“Don’t have time!”

Geralt snapped his mouth shut.

“Right,” Jaskier puffed, appearing in the doorway with his hair askew and his boots only loosely laced, “I’ll see you later, Geralt!”

“Aren't you forgetting something?” Said Geralt, coolly, setting himself back on the sofa.

Jaskier turned. “Oh, yes…”

And then he bent over him, tilting his head, and kissed him. Geralt froze.

“I meant,” Geralt said, forcing the words out against Jaskier’s lips, feeling heat creep up his neck, “that you left your wallet on the table.”

Jaskier stilled. He pulled back - but not away. “Oh.”

They stared at each other.

“How…” Geralt swallowed, then started again. “How late are you going to be?”

Jaskier glanced at the clock on the wall. He still didn’t move away. “An hour,” he mumbled. “Maybe two, if the trains are— ”

Geralt hooked a hand behind Jaskier’s head and pulled him forwards into another kiss. Jaskier gasped, the sound muffled, then virtually tumbled into Geralt’s lap, grabbing at his shoulders, hooking his arm around his neck, opening his mouth beneath Geralt’s eager lips.

After a moment, Geralt pulled away, breathless and tousled, pinned beneath Jaskier’s body.

“Maybe you should just call in sick,” he said.

16. After the first date + 27. “Sorry. You’re just… really adorable.”

“Geralt. Geralt,” Jaskier says, gasping for air as fat tears roll down his cheeks, roaring laughter at the back of his throat. “They kicked us out.”

The Witcher’s staggering behind him, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter, sharp canines glinting in the moonlight as they move away from the tavern.

“I can’t believe we got kicked out,” Jaskier sucks in a breath, “because of Roach.”

Geralt shakes his head, his arms seeking Jaskier’s body as the bard leans against a crumbling wall, unable to walk straight as he snorts inelegantly and lets laughter rumble through his chest.

“I mean,” he says, breathless as Geralt leans his weight on his body, and his fingers find the Witcher’s hair. “We’ve been kicked out for my singing or my romantic nature, or you coming in smelling like guts and death, or, you know... the whole being a Witcher thing.”

Geralt huffs a laugh against his neck.

“But,” Jaskier continues, “never has an innkeeper found himself forced to remove us from his establishment because of a horse. A horse!”

“She didn’t even bite his mule,” Geralt agrees. “She was just tryin’ to make nice.”

“Hmm, I know,” Jaskier says, then presses a kiss to Geralt’s forehead. “Sorry our first real date turned out to be a disaster. And that we got kicked out and will probably sleep in the woods tonight.”

Geralt shrugs. “‘S fine.”

But then he pulls back and he’s pouting, the big, strong, scary Witcher with two swords at his back and monster blood on his hands, looking up at Jaskier with a small frown and his lips turned downwards. The bard tries to bite back a smile, grateful that his laughter has subsided.

“What?” Geralt asks, his frown deepening.

Jaskier can’t help the giggles that escape from his mouth. “Sorry, sorry, you’re just... really adorable. Looking all disgruntled.”

“I wanted it to be romantic,” Geralt says, looking down at his boots. “We were supposed to drink wine tonight, and have a fancy meal by the candlelight, and then— then you’d get all warm and happy and sleepy like you always do after dinner and we’d go upstairs and...”

“And what?”

“Cuddle,” Geralt finishes, his voice small, and Jaskier feels his heart dissolve into a heap of mush.

“Oh,” he says, tugging Geralt close again. “I love you. Fancy meals or not.”

“Hmm.”

“I mean it— there’ll be plenty of other opportunities to spoil me rotten, I assure you, ones Roach won’t interrupt. But if this is the way our first one goes, then I’m happy.”

“Yeah?”

Jaskier kisses the tip of Geralt’s nose. “Of course. I’ll never forget it.”

“I love you too,” Geralt whispers, then kisses the corner of Jaskier’s mouth. “I’ll make it up to you.”

Jaskier grins. “I can’t wait.”

“But for now,” Geralt says, pulling back but lacing his fingers through Jaskier’s, walking along the path down to the woods. “Charred squirrel is all I can offer you.”

Roach slowly trails behind them, her tail swishing and her head hanging low — she knows what she’s done. Jaskier brings Geralt’s hand to his mouth, and presses a kiss to his knuckles.

“Charred squirrel it is.”

okay this is kind of the perfect song for them (from both perspectives) and I'm so into it 👀 thank you for sending another prompt! this is just some quick reflection on yennefer and fringilla's relationship after season 2 and where they both end up, so obviously, spoiler alert!!

Send me a ship and a number 1-100 and I’ll write a drabble based (loosely) on the corresponding song from my 2021 top 100 on Spotify.

I wasn’t expecting this to be as long as it was, or to love writing them as much as I did... but.. ahh. This was a lot of fun!! :D

Words: 1.2k

CW: None! That I can think of. If I missed anything lmk.

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Calanthe was absolutely fuming. It didn’t help that she’d had a shit year so far, divorcing her husband shortly after the birth of their daughter, Pavetta, but now some self-righteous arsehole had decided to buy the coffeeshop next door and turn it into some kind of bookshop/coffeeshop combination. He was stealing her customers, with his easy personality and charming smile. She had to admit that adding the reading corner to the back of the coffeeshop had been a bloody brilliant idea, but it was completely disrespectful to her business. She had half a mind to add a coffee stand to the front of her shop, perhaps a little aquarium and some sofas near the back.

A smirk appeared slowly on her lips.

That was exactly what she was going to do. If he wanted to become a bookstore then she would have to adapt. She’d spent years as a barista whilst studying at University, so she could make damn good coffee. Maybe she could buy in a selection of herbal teas as well.

She turned from the window and stalked back into the office of her shop, where her daughter was babbling happily her cot. Calanthe smiled fondly down at Pavetta before scooping her up into her arms. Her husband had told her she wouldn’t be able to raise a daughter and run a business at the same time.

He’d been wrong.

Calanthe could do anything that she put her mind to.

THANK YOU I’M GLAD U LIKE THEM!!

here is one extra lamboy that i pulled out of my doodles folder for you <3

Poison God BE9!Sixty by @ohnomybreadsticks lives in my head rent free

The lovely @ohnomybreadsticks came up with a fun challenge for writers to spotlight works they’ve already written. You can find the original post for the challenge here. Since I’ve had a bit of writer’s block and been generally down on myself I thought this challenge would be good for me, so here goes!

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

(There are twenty, I’ve decided to post them in fives over the next four days.)

#1. Your first fic:  Remember to Rise Up (Eskel/Geralt, Rated: T) Summary: Ciri's parents have just died in a car accident and now she has moved in with Geralt. She doesn't know much, but she knows there is something going on between her new guardian and his best friend. She has no idea how right she is. I just re-read this fic, specifically for this challenge, and I found that I’m still fairly happy with it, even though I feel like I’ve grown a lot better in the months since I wrote it. Eskel and Geralt are a little OOC at the end but I was pretty hard on myself when I posted the work, I was really unhappy with the way I wrote them at the end. Reading it again though, I don’t think it’s as dramatic as I’d told myself. It was fun, too, to write Eskralt mostly from an outsider’s perspective since most of this fic is from Ciri’s POV.

#2. Your most recent fic: As Luck Would Have It (Gaetan/Gweld, Rated: T) Summary: In which, Gaetan gets stuck and it's, maybe, definitely, not as bad as it seems. This was a lovely prompt request from a reader who started on A Settled Debt. I started the rarepair of Gaetan/Gweld as a short in the verse for that story and had a few regular readers that really enjoyed them together so I’ve kept writing one shots for them. The request was for a first meeting in a modern setting, elevator panic attack and a fluffy ending. I almost wrote this from Gweld’s perspective (he’s the one that has a panic attack) but I changed my mind halfway through the first write. I’m claustrophobic with a pretty severe aversion to elevators for a number of other reasons as well. I often take the stairs unless it’s necessary for me to take an elevator so Gweld’s situation in this one hit a little too close to home for me to write from his POV. I like the end result though, it would’ve been a lot more angsty had I continued with my original plan.

#3. A fic you planned out and worked on for a long time: A Revelation (Lambert/Aiden, Rated: M, Part two in Lead Me Home) Summary: In which, Lambert and Aiden come together and fall apart. A Settled Debt, the first part in this series, just grew from an idea I had about Aiden meeting Lambert as a boy, before Lambert was taken to Kaer Morhen and during Aiden’s first few years on the Path. The first chapter got such an incredible response that I decided to add onto it. As soon as I made that decision, I knew I’d write A Revelation. I really wanted to explore the idea of the Cat’s betrayal happening while Lambert already knew Aiden, already loved him. It was a hard write, I’m having an even harder time with Wandering Soul but for completely different reasons. This story was so emotional and very hopeless, at times, if I’m being honest, and it was taxing to write so much heartache. The reunion scene in the later chapters was actually one of the first scenes I wrote for this story.

#4. A fic that came to you in a sudden flash: Lie (Emhyr/Geralt, Rated: T) Summary: In which, Geralt lies and loses. I hadn’t thought much about my prompts for the rarepair bingo and I opened my card one day to brainstorm some ideas when this one just smacked me in the face. I’ve always loved Geralt/Emhyr but I can also be quite picky about Emhyr’s characterization, so I was nervous about writing it but when I sat down to start, it all flowed pretty quickly. I think I wrote this out and edited it all in the same day, made myself wait a day or two to post it and did one more editing run before it went up. It’s definitely angsty, break up fics tend to be right?, but I still really love how this one came out.

#5. Your shortest fic: Hold (Lambert/Geralt, Rated: T) Summary: In which, Lambert is irritated and Geralt has something to share. This was so stupid, you guys. I got stuck on hold for like an hour and a half trying to fix something really stupid that took like a five minutes conversation and I was so pissed when I got off the phone and my husband came into the room about the time I threw my phone down and said ‘love you babe’ as he walked by me and it made me smile. So I sat down and wrote this and spent forty minutes trying to get it down to exactly one hundred words so it would meet the prompt requirements for a drabble on the Save a Witcher bingo lmao.