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a broken pot can still hold water by MarionetteFtHJM Despite what his outward code of conduct would have you thinking, Jaskier knows when he is not wanted. He allows himself the exact amount of three days of wallowing in that small town before he packs his meager possessions and hits the road like nothing happened. In those three days he sings and dances for his food and drink, fucks the pretty barmaid and sleeps off the hangover before heading out in the morning of the fourth day. He travels alone for the first time in a while but it’s alright. Now, if only people would stop telling him that the Witcher asks about him - that'd be swell.

strings of fate binding us together by winterbitch (WinterLadyy) After Geralt blames Jaskier for everything, the bard leaves. He will not cry, he will not break down. He's much more than Geralt's useless companion and he will not let the Witcher ruin him. It's a stroke of luck that he meets another Witcher in Oxenfurt, and finally finds out what's it like to be openly called a friend. Then, they decide to spend winter in Kaer Morhen, and Coën isn't the only Witcher who goes there. It may be Geralt's only chance to apologize to his bard, his friend, his everything. 13 years is a long time to ponder one's mistakes and now, Geralt is desperate to fix what he broke.

Redwood and Dandelion by sharkhette "The Witcher's bought a room for the night, and says he'll pay double for anyone who can bed him without stinking of fear the whole time." "Oh, I've fucking got this," Jaskier promised. ____________ Or, the one where Jaskier works in a brothel and falls head over heels for the stoic, not-actually-that-scary Witcher who comes in requesting his services. Geralt doesn't know what he's getting himself into.

To Sleep Perchance To by sospes Jaskier gets kidnapped and tortured. Geralt comes to rescue him. Except it's not quite that simple.

I’m sitting at 31,000 words and I’ve finally hit a breakthrough after remembering that my protagonist is supposed to be a laudanum user (thanks, outline, for completely forgetting that part). Now, after reading up on DMT, I can tie together all my themes of drug use, lucid dreaming, scientific study of a physical soul, and life after death. Bam. Plot holes be gone.

Hey all! This is my first year doing NaNo, and this is my Formal Announcement, etc. If anyone else is doing it and wants to be writing buddies, come find me! Here’s my synopsis:

“It is nineteenth-century Ireland, and an English detective is on the hunt for a serial murderer whose victims all bear the trappings of youth and beauty. More interesting is that each of the victims reported witnessing the Black Dog three days prior to their deaths: an omen seen only by those who have been touched by Faerie magic.

Meanwhile, a university student is writing a controversial thesis on the relationship between body and soul, and as the list of victims grows and rumours of a fae monster surface, the detective begins to suspect there is far more at play than a mere man with violent appetites. But when the detective sees the Black Dog for himself, he has only three days to solve the case before his foretold death catches up to him in the form of either the monster, or the murderer.

Just fyi folks, my computer is completely borked...

I don’t even know if it’s the unexpected dental work or the computer crash that’s the worse thing to hear about.

((ALWAYS))

“Yes, yes it is,” Matt says with a quiver in his voice and Foggy nods resolutely, standing to remove his clothes.  Matt does so as well and seems to be naked in record time…Foggy’s brain short circuits as he watches Matt sit down on the bed again.

Matt bounces his leg in anticipation, Foggy tries and fails not to stare at other parts of his anatomy that are bouncing too. “As nice as your clothing sounds hitting the floor, you do realize that a strip tease is sort of lost on me, right?”

Foggy can’t help but laugh, and just like that the tension breaks, he hurries out of the rest of his clothes before throwing his arms out to the sides, “Ta dah! Nude!”

There’s a brief pause as Matt takes a deep breath and leans forward to press his face into Foggy’s chest at the top of his belly. “Finally.”