#ciri grief wip
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that perennial fic writing experience. where you have the idea and you know the shape of the story you're trying to share. right? right. 😅
a bajillion months ago i had sent @witch-and-her-witcher some of my ciri fic draft. and after some back and forth about what was going on, here was Cee's conclusion:
i gotta tag @xianvar here 'cos i have said the same thing to them once upon a time and their big bang turned into a galactic 100k bang. i can hear them cackling already.
@witch-and-her-witcher you were of course right. 😆
i've managed to write 300 words here and there for the last few weeks. all wrapped up in the ciri book feelings. and. well. here is the current wordcount next to my original wordcount goal:
14k of ciri feelings. and i think i've pretty much reached the part of the story that i had actually intended on writing when i first had the idea.
also i know @sassaffrassa will be pleased to hear that i didn't let myself get lost in all of the other story ideas that sprung up during the drafting process. 'Cause I remembered the core of what I wanted to explore with ciri and ye olde book events that got glossed for game canon. putting all the other ideas in a separate document so I don't get lost again. too many ideas.
i doubt it'll stay at 14k but i think (knock on wood) i have the foundation down by now. gonna try to get it into better shape in the next few weeks if i can keep my momentum going.
writing!!! am so tired. reading!! am so tired. but by god i am going slowly keep doing the things i'm enjoying. ❤️
#ciri grief wip#my witcher wips#writingdora#honestly its a miracle i've managed to get this much down#burnout is so bad but i do feel better getting even the smallest amount down#really am just writing 10 and 15 mins at a time even tho i yearn for the days when i could do 45 min sprints and bang out 1500w#it's taken me so much to even write a post about the fic#but omg i did it. i just want people to know i am doing a thing that i am proud of am excited by even tho it's just very heavy#a lot of this really just started growing out of my 3rd or 4th reread of tower of swallow#can i find a readable snippet to share? will do that. brain going very slowly these days but hmmmm
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Tag Game: Find the Words
I've been tagged by the lovely @inahandful-of-dust for the words "sword", "shadow", and "star"! Thank you, this looks fun!
From a WIP currently titled "L/A omega auction", for "sword":
So he waits, snarling under his breath and flexing his fingers in an attempt to resist the urge to just draw a sword and start gutting the bastards around him - which does result in him being given a rather wide berth by the other alphas, funnily enough - until the auctioneer gets around to the Cat.
From "Flung to Catch a Star", the next AWAU longfic, for "shadow":
Yennefer is lurking in the shadows, hidden by a spell, just in case somehow the Nilfgaardians have managed to trick or bewitch Letho and his group, and are actually here to attempt to assassinate Geralt or steal Ciri. And there are Cats and Cranes in the rafters, and Bears in the corners holding halberds and doing their best to look like ceremonial guards, which is remarkably good, all things considered. Milena and Sasha and Vesemir and Livi are standing off to one side, out of the way but still visible, still obviously important, with Lambert and Aubry and Serrit standing guard beside them; Mouse, of course, is not visible, as a spymistress with a known face is less effective by far. They make an imposing picture, all of them assembled just so. Jaskier is so very, very proud of his family and his people.
From the in-beta WIP "Cats Among Wolves: Coën" for "star":
Since he’s known without a doubt that he is the last Griffin, and will never know a brother’s companionship again. Erland’s code does not allow him to lie down in bitter grief and loneliness and let death take him, but Coën cannot quite keep himself from making careless errors, leaving gaps that might allow him to finally put down this aching pain in his heart and join his brothers in their long Path among the stars.
And now I get to pick some words...let me see. How about "kiss" and "laugh" and "snarl", and I'll tag @queerfictionwriter and @kimikocha and @violaceum-vitellina-viridis and @heronfem and @hoomhum and anyone else who wants to play!
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Tell me about your What You Hear Is Not Silence (mute!Jaskier) fic
azsdfghhgfdf my beloved (that I need to get back to writing ASAP 😅)
So it's a series of shorter fics, the first one is posted already here. Jaskier permanently loses his voice after the djinn, and he has to rebuild himself as something else than a bard...
I have started at least 5 other fics set at different times through season 1 and 2. As this AU mostly parallels canon through the end of season 2, it's pretty easy to jump back and forth in time.
The second part of the series, though, since we left Jaskier off in a pretty bad place, is his crawling back up to the light, so to say. He goes back to Oxenfurt, finds a community and learns sign language. I've been stuck on that for a while now, but I'm hoping to finish it soon.
Among the other parts I have started:
Jaskier and Yennefer, from Rinde to Oxenfurt (or: somewhere along the way, they've become friends, but fuck them if they know how)
Post mountain, Jaskier goes to Cintra (or: Jaskier and Ciri become besties, unbeknownst to anyone else)
Becoming the Sandpiper (somehow, their little sign language group becomes a resistance network)
Prison blues, and a reunion
Post season 2, there is a lot of trauma going around
And the parts I have planned but not started:
Jaskier and Geralt, from Rinde to the mountain (guilt is a heavy weight)
Jaskier meets Eskel, sometime after the mountain
And here's a little snippet of part 2:
“Julian, I remember the lazy and cocky student who somehow got top marks in every examination while barely showing up to classes. You have plenty more to offer the world, even without your singing.”
Jaskier looks away. This isn’t the reassurance it’s meant to be. How is he supposed to use any of his knowledge, if his thoughts are stuck in his head, with no way to express them?
Communication is an issue, he writes, forcing himself out of the daze of grief threatening to claim him again.
“I don’t know how you can be so smart and yet so dense,” his professor chuckles, and Jaskier looks up sharply. “Speech isn’t the only way to communicate. What time is it?”
Jaskier holds up four fingers, the last bell he heard.
“Right. Come with me then. There’s some people you should meet.”
Ask me about my WIPs!
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weekly fic roundup
I’m an even more avid fic reader than writer, so trying to share some of the fics I’ve enjoyed this past week. mostly long fic.
ASOIAF & Solo Leveling
Breaking News: Westeros Lord Marries Stranger? What You Read Will Shock You! — tywin lannister/sung jin-woo wip
A story where Sung Jinwoo is a S rank hunter who's still busy clearing gates on Earth and taking care of his sister but has also (accidentally and unknowingly) gotten himself engaged to a certain blonde lord on another planet.
BNHA
Oracle — midoriya izuku/shinsou hitoshi wip
In which Izuku's quirk allows him to remember his past life and it becomes his driving force to become a hero and mend the mistakes of the people from his past.
Dragon Age
Someone Else — gen (so far) wip
Canon takes a brick in the face by the name of Carver Hawke.
Or: The “modern character in Thedas” trope done a liiiittle differently. Maker have mercy on us all.
Or: I can’t find a fic where the transmigrated modern character in Thedas actually massively changes canon from DAO to DAI, so I write it myself.
MDZS
江山如有待 | It Seems the Hills and Rivers Have Been Waiting — jiang cheng/ofc wip
Fan Dingxiang cultivates the swole path. Jiang Cheng doesn't know how to handle that.
pine branches swaying in time — jiang cheng/multi wip
The second time Jiang Cheng lives, he is not born as the sect heir.
The Sandman
Giving Sanctuary — dream/hob gadling wip
In 1689, Hob Gadling and Dream meet once more, after Hob has lost everything. That night, their meeting goes on longer than expected when the conversation turns to what it means to live, to lose, and to be the fathers of dead sons. Unable to bear the thought of sending a man who so echoes Dream's own grief back into the night alone, Dream breaks his own rule and invites Hob to stay with him for a time, at least until he can get back on his feet.
The story of two grief-stricken, divorced, and widowed fathers to sons they lost too young truly seeing one another and there, at their lowest point, doing their best to put themselves and each other back together.
Stranger Things
Chronomancy for Beginners — steddie wip
Bleeding out in Dustin’s arms, Eddie’s more or less made peace with the fact he’s dying. The last thing he expects is to wake up in his seventeen-year-old body on the day Will Byers goes missing. If this is real and Eddie hasn’t had a total psychotic break, maybe he can prevent a whole bunch of bad shit from happening.
Too bad no one took the time to fill Eddie in on the finer details of what the fuck’s been going on in Hawkins since November 1983.
Also, 1983 Steve Harrington kind of sucks.
The Witcher
The End Is Where We Start — duny/pavetta wip
Ciri can't accept defeat, so she gives herself a second chance in the way that only Ciri could.
Everyone else is just trying to keep up.
#fic rec#weekly fic round up#asoiaf recs#solo leveling recs#bnha recs#mdzs recs#the sandman recs#stranger things recs#the witcher recs
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An excerpt from a WIP
Just a take on how jaskier might be feeling after the events of the show
(I’m pretending Eskel is alive)
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The halls of Kaer Morhen were quiet. Jaskier supposed he always expected them to be. The little Geralt had told him of the tall-walled keep, he had envisioned something huge and in ruins, always cold. So, Jaskier supposed, he wasn’t entirely surprised when that proved to be the case. Perhaps he had simply been looking at it through a certain romantic lens, as he was wont to do. A looming fortress, cursed with cold but warmed with reunited laughter, pale, winter sunlight filtering through the cracks in the hard stone.
As proven time and time again, he was a romantic at heart. Now that he was actually within the legendary keep, he couldn’t help but shiver. He should have brought more clothes, but then again, he didn’t exactly have many on him when Geralt had taken him from that prison and brought him straight to his child surprise. The air rested heavy with grief within the castle halls, suffocating everyone like thick smoke. Questions lingered and so did the concern, erring on the side of distrust.
Jaskier felt for the child, who was often on the receiving end of looks so brimming with emotion, Jaskier feared to decipher them. His heart ached for this child who has had power thrust upon her and her home torn away. Yet, Ciri paid him little mind, gaze sliding over him and feet swiftly walking past, without a word said.
Jaskier shouldn’t have tried to comfort her, it wasn’t his place. She didn’t know him. No one really did except for Geralt and Yen. He didn’t want to bother her with more than she was already shouldering so he stayed away.
That also meant staying away from Geralt as he’d hardly left her side since the Deathless Mother’s attack. Geralt had spared him a tight squeeze on his shoulder after the fact before focusing his attentions on the child. Jaskier in no way blamed him, though he did wonder if the man had spared himself any time to grieve.
Geralt had never been one to care for his emotional needs, on some level not even believing he had them. Yet he had witnessed the deaths of five of his brothers and Jaskier had little doubt that the man still hadn’t taken a moment to accept that. Jaskier had barely even met half of them before witnessing their deaths and he had cried himself to sleep on many a night. He weeped for their lives lost, for their dying race, for the souls with desires and passions that would go unfulfilled. He lay curled into a tight ball, as many furs as he could request without being an annoyance piled around him.
And yet, Geralt’s face remained grim but stoic and Jaskier longed to pull him into a warm bath, glide his fingers through his hair and hold him close. To comfort and to know, know for sure, that his heart remained beating, that the beast that had taken so much of the Keep’s family, had not taken him too. Jaskier had to remind himself that it wasn’t his place. Perhaps at some point he would have tried to hold the man, but knowing now that his touch was unwanted, he refrained.
Not even Yennefer could do that now. Though Jaskier had been witness to Geralt’s eroding anger for the past few weeks. He couldn’t help but love her, the bard knew. He couldn’t help but smile at her gently and look at her longingly. Jaskier understood. The woman drew people in and Jaskier himself had been weak to her orbit. The child had softened her somewhat, he thought. She would sometimes glide her hand down his arm or give him a small smile or nod when passing. He collected those moments like jewels, hoarding them close to his heart.
The other Witchers ignored him. Again, Jaskier could not blame them. The thought of losing someone that close, of losing Geralt or Yennefer or his small troupe of friends in Oxenfurt, made him want to heave into the snow blanketing the fort. They eyed him suspiciously and he pretended not to notice. He was a stranger in their home, who really brought nothing of substance to the keep. He could not hunt as his weak, little human bones would not make it through the mountains of snow ensnaring the forest. He could cook, but was not trusted near the kitchens. He lacked knowledge in alchemy and monsters and the like.
He couldn’t even play an instrument. His beautiful lute had been destroyed and his right hand ached. The skin felt taught around his fingers, skin raw and red, cramping with pains. He’d dropped his cutlery one too many times, having to feign a lack of hunger at the questioning looks. Reluctantly, pushing his plate away and leaving for his cold room. At least the dining room had a large fire place that kept it warm, but he didn’t want to overstay his welcome. He’d gone to bed cold and hungry one too many times, getting worryingly dizzy and thin.
“Doesn’t eat much, that bard, does he?” He’d heard one of the Witchers say. Coen, he thought. Introductions had been brief and bare bone. He’d gleaned most of their names and temperaments from observing interactions. Eskel seemed to be the warmest, but also seemed to be the one who had taken the recent deaths the hardest. So Jaskier revelled in the rare smiles the man would give him, but stayed away so as not to sour the one decent opinion of him.
His lack of proper winter clothing meant he’d often wrap himself in the furs from his bed. It didn’t stop the shivers from wracking his bones. At this point, he didn’t know if it was the cold or the seeming ever-present feeling of death. Gods, there must’ve been so many ghosts in these walls, children and men alike.
How much blood had these halls seen? How much blood had Vesemir seen? The man was kind enough to leave him with furs and some aged clothes, sharing his food and home with him as the old Witcher grieved the passing of his children. Jaskier would often find the man stood before the Medallion tree, hands folded behind his back and face pinched.
Jaskier wasn’t sure if the man was aware of his presence. He must have been, his Witcher senses not allowing otherwise. Jaskier would often drift to the great hall, following the warmth of the hearth. Perhaps Vesemir understood his listless wandering. No instrument to entertain him and no paper to write on, endless snippets of song and poetry slipping through his fingers with nowhere to land.
He mourned their loss, ever worrying over the possibility that one day the words would refuse to come, the muses hidden from him, his final usefulness null. He dared not ask for ink and paper. What a silly little request in the face of such sorrow and fear.
#this is unedited lol#might still change some things but wanted to share it#just jaskier feeling unwanted again#that’s just how the show portrays most of his interactions w others#he deserves better than the netflix show#my rambles#the witcher#jaskier#geralt of rivia#yennefer of vengerberg#ciri#vesemir#fic writing
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Hey! Thanks for supplying and writing all these wonderful fics! I wanted to know if you knew of any Bard!Geralt x Witcher!Jaskier? Thank you!!!
Witcher Jaskier Fics!
demand an encore by Emamel (WIP)
He looked up, and a man stood before him. Geralt hadn't heard him approach. That was the first sign there was something odd.
The second was the faint but still noxious smell of poison that clung to his fingers, just strong enough to make out over the spiced perfume he wore. And under all of that was a richer smell, as familiar as Geralt's own scent, because it was Geralt's own. Or a witcher's, at least.
Dandelions for You by xdandelionsxbloomx
“No?” Jaskier pursed his lips. “You’re an odd one, I must admit. Didn’t think there were bards that weren’t talkative--”
“And I thought witchers were quiet.” The man interjected, lifting a brow as he looked over at Jaskier. The witcher blinked once or twice, before he registered the slight curl to the man’s lips - and that was a near smile.
Jaskier snorted, but tipped his head in acknowledgement.
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A Reverse!Verse that came into being from an odd thought in my head and was fueled by several of my lovely mutuals on tumblr. I love y'all.
Also not ACTUALLY major character death. It's temporary and everyone survives, just wanted you all to be prepared for that scene when it came. Everyone is okay at the end, I promise!
Of Buttercups and Bleeding by Spencer B
He hadn’t meant to lie. Not really. It hadn’t been a proper lie, one of omission, and it wasn’t like Geralt was the only person he’d been lying to at the time. He’d just wanted to be someone else for a bit. A Witcher was always a Witcher. Except when that Witcher was Julian Alfred Pankratz.
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Jaskier has a past that he'd been hiding for a long time. Too long. When Geralt gets hurt he has a choice to make. Continue living a lie, or save the man he's come to love and risk exposing it all.
i have often dreamed of a far off place by andrewminyards
Jaskier looks into the mirror. Julian of Cintra stares back at him, and there is almost nothing of Jaskier in that reflection. Gone is the bard who’d wowed the Continent with his songs, and Jaskier grieves for the loss, heart heavy and aching.
He’d managed to discover what he would have been had he not been a witcher, but he will never have it again. Returning to the Path will be painful, knowing that he will once again be rejected by humans, and it leaves a hollowness in Jaskier as he realises that he will no longer be loved. Not anymore.
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Before Jaskier the bard was born, there was Julian of Cintra, a witcher tired of his life on the Path. Julian gets the life he wants and lives four decades as Jaskier, until tragedy strikes after the dragon hunt and he’s forced to return to his life as Julian. Struggling to reconcile his two identities, Julian tries to work out what pleases him.
Juniper Berries by Winged Quill (WIP)
Ciri is forced to go on the run when Nilfgaard catches up with her and Geralt. When she is claimed by another witcher via the Law of Surprise, she thinks destiny must be playing a cruel joke on her. She is still mourning Geralt, after all. How dare another try to replace him?
(Meanwhile, Juniper—or Jaskier, as he was once known—is kicking himself for making the exact same mistake that Geralt made all those years ago. But maybe a child surprise is exactly what he needs to help him move on from his lost humanity. And the girl seems to be dealing with her own brand of grief. Perhaps he can help her.)
how many secrets can you keep? by gwynbleidd
Jaskier wasn't a good liar, but he omitted the convenient parts of the truth like any other Witcher would. Oh, was that out loud?
Bard Geralt
and the last age should show your heart by fallingintodivinity
Geralt’s first thought is that whoever had come up with all those tales about witchers had done a really bad job of it. The man standing in front of Geralt, with his pretty face and sweet, boyish smile, is about as far as humanly possible from the picture Geralt’d had in his mind of a typical witcher.
“I’m Jaskier,” the witcher says, then stares hopefully at Geralt.
“Geralt.”
Jaskier beams. “Well, it’s lovely to meet you, Geralt.” The witcher peers at him inquisitively. “You’re not very talkative, for a bard.”
Geralt grunts. “You’re pretty damned talkative, for a witcher.”
[or: a canon AU in which Jaskier is a witcher and Geralt is a bard.]
#witcher jaskier#witcher!jaskier#fic recs#geraskier#geralt x jaskier#bamf jaskier#badass jaskier#feral jaskier#angst
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My Witcher Fic Masterpost
brother, let me be your shelter
Warnings: violence, very mild gore, anti-witcher prejudice, implied alcohol abuse by a minor oc
Summary: When a town's hatred of witchers leaves Geralt in a dangerous position, help comes from an unexpected ally.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/26705323
i’ll decay and detoxify
Warnings: discussions of rape, discussions of sexual abuse over a period of time, suicide attempt
Summary: Geralt returns to Kaer Morhen seeming . . . off. When he tries something drastic, the other witchers discover what exactly has happened to him in the past year.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/26705407
you oughta head for the exits (maybe it’s the pressure)
Warnings: panic attacks, internalized ableism, self-esteem issues, one slightly gory metaphor
Summary: When Geralt is cursed to speak everything he thinks, he's afraid Jaskier will realize what a mess his mind is, or, almost as terrifying, how much Geralt loves him.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/26705644
when the water’s dried you’ll still find stone
Warnings: discussions of rape, mpreg, discussions of child abuse, discussions of underage sex, implied to be between a minor and an adult
Summary: After the reveal of a long-held secret, Geralt shows up at Jaskier's door.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/26713711
sea of silence
WIP
Warnings: suicide, discussions of torture
Summary: Geralt spends his days in the school library, ignored by the world around him and not particularly bothered by it. Until Jaskier comes along.
Or, the Hatoful Boyfriend au absolutely no one asked for.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/26713825/chapters/65165698
unmade
Warnings: torture
Summary: Geralt is forcibly turned back into a human. Jaskier and Yennefer deal with the aftermath
https://archiveofourown.org/works/26713927
there’s a horse loose in the museum
WIP
Warnings: None
Summary: Jaskier glances over his shoulder at the offending - actually, he assumed he was a security guard due to general level of musculature, but that might be wrong. His uniform doesn’t appear to be very security guard-y. But then again, maybe that’s what they’re going for these days. Maybe you’re not supposed to know they’re security guards until they’re tossing you out of the museum. Jaskier has, somewhat amazingly, never been kicked out of a museum before. He really doesn’t need to change that today.
Or, Jaskier is a grad student, Geralt is a security guard, Roach is the best, and your author has too many feelings about the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History
https://archiveofourown.org/works/26713981/chapters/65166262
hold you til i can’t
WIP
Warnings: stillbirth, a trans masc character being pregnant and giving birth, and brief suicidal thoughts.
Summary: When Geralt realizes his baby’s heart is no longer beating, he’s lying on his back under the stars.
Geralt and Jaskier are expecting their first child, but when the baby is stillborn, they must find a way to navigate their grief and stay close to each other.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/26714035/chapters/65166415
in a cabin by the sea
WIP
Warnings: themes of mental health issues, implied/referenced child abuse, emotional abuse, abusive friendships, brief mentions of past recreational drug use, brief discussion of implied animal death, brief discussion of infertility
Summary: 31 days of polycule nonsense, using bamf-jaskier's Witchertober prompts.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/26761237/chapters/65284291
putting my brains to the test in this old ghost town
Warnings: torture, near death experiences
Summary: Geralt awakes to find himself in a difficult situation. He must devise a way to make it out alive, before his captors come back.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/26797819
we were lovers past tense
Warnings: discussions of death, oc death, and an apocalyptic scenario
Summary: Jaskier laughs again, and wipes his eyes again, this time on his sleeves. “I’m sorry I’m such a mess, I just - I thought -”
“Your Geralt is dead?” Geralt asks, voice careful.
“Yes. Well, he’s missing. He’s been gone for ten years now.” Jaskier’s voice breaks a little on the last part.
Geralt nods, eyes intent. Ciri has the urge to fill the silence, but isn’t sure how to, let alone if she should. The moment seems to hang in the air like a dewdrop on a spider’s web, the force of Jaskier’s grief quivering in the wind. Ciri can’t help but imagine losing her own Geralt like that, and is sharply reminded that it could become a reality before this whole ordeal is over.
Geralt and Ciri find themselves in a world whose Geralt has been missing for ten years.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/27119897
Interlude: seek the manor ground anew
Warnings for implied past child abuse and neglect.
Summary: Jaskier comes to a world where his family is very, very different.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/27452899
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1 & 19?
1 - give short descriptions of all of your WIPs.
shit, this is gonna be long, because i have a metric fuckton of pots on the stove despite suffering with intermittent writer’s block. some of these will likely never see the light of day. most of these have placeholder titles, so i’ll list them by fandom unless they have a real boy title.
daredevil:
- griefs of joy: peter and matt meet before peter has powers, matt teaches peter to defend himself, matt takes peter in after his aunt and uncle die. it’s a longfic with several sequels planned.
- a oneshot about matt being trans and balancing his identity with his religion as he goes through catholic school that’s like 99% projecting my own baggage lmao.
- a mattfoggy sickfic.
at:la:
- zuko falls into the spirit world when zhao grabs his hand at the end of season one. only sokka can see him, because he’s the only other person to have been alive in the spirit world. it’s a zukka slow burn longfic.
witcher:
- jaskier finds ciri before geralt does and takes her under his wing.
star wars:
- a clone wars re-write where obi-wan finds carth onasi and revan in cryostasis at the beginning of the war. it’s obviously a longfic, which focuses on slowburn revanasi and eventual background codywan.
- coruscanta cabur: fox adopts boba and raises him in the guard. this is currently a published oneshot, but i’d really like to write more for it.
- a fic about some clone trooper OCs staging a rebellion in the early years of the empire.
- MTB: cody’s chip doesn’t activate and he runs away with obi-wan to raise luke and leia. obi-wan becomes a mandalorian and they fall in love.
- MTB 2: follows the events of fallen order.
- MTB 3: currently just ideas at this point.
- RFSLTY: fox and quinlan uncover a conspiracy and save the republic in the process. this fic is the bane of my existence.
- a codywan fic about obi-wan being unable to die.
- solus tome: a codywan oneshot where they get married in a stressful situation.
- a kixfinn fic where finn is a certified badass and they rescue several kids.
- a fic during the events of jango fett: open seasons where arla shows up and saves the day. no clue if it’s going to be a longfic or what.
19 - do you plan out your projects? if yes, to what level? how well do you stick to your plans?
i sadly fly by the seat of my pants most of the time. if i have a plot laid out, it’s only mentally, and a very loose outline at that. i wish i could sit and plot my shit out, but i haven’t been able to train my brain to work that way yet. hopefully i’ll be able to one day, but as of now i just... throw shit at the wall and pray.
send me writing asks!
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Witcher Fic Rec List
Happy Fanfic Author Appreciation Day! I did one of these for my current obsession (Good Omens) earlier, but a lovely ask just motivated me to make one for my first obsession (The Witcher) too. Remember to leave the authors lots of love for this blessed celebration of Fandom!
(This is by no means an exhaustive list of all the wonderful fics in this fandom, but a sampling of some of my favorites for anyone who might be new in town. Enjoy!)
Rated-G:
No Monopoly on Altruism by @jikanet-tanaka (Dettlaff/Regis)
(WIP) 6.4K words. Drabble Sequence, Injury Recovery, Slow Burn.
100 word drabbles for the rarest of rare pairs. Starting in the days where Dettlaff is resuscitating Regis after his dissolution by Vilgefortz. This project might be on hiatus, but I still love to go back and read it.
Absolution by Taricha (Gen Fic, no pairing)
6K words. Post-B&W, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending.
Coming to terms with Syanna’s death. Dettlaff keeps visiting Anna Henrietta's room at night, and she cannot find a way to make him stay away.
A Merry Tune by nemluvnost (Regis/Geralt) (Not Rated, but probably G)
1.2K words. Silly, Cute, Dancing.
A very short little happy interlude following B&W. Written entirely for fun. In which Ciri plays a match-maker.
I Will Find You by @andordean (Cahir/Ciri)
2.1K words. Hurt/Comfort, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies AU, Pining, Unresolved Romantic Tension.
Cahir was trying damn hard not to stare, not to follow Ciri like the lovestruck idiot that he was, but judging by her glances, he was failing miserably. In which Cahir has Got It Bad and Ciri has some recovering to do.
Rated-T:
It Takes A Hansa by @jikanet-tanaka (Gen Fic, no pairing)
18.5K words. Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies AU, Family Fluff, Raising a Child.
Based off the book saga: In a kinder, better world, on a cold winter morning, Maria Barring's child is welcomed to the world by his exhausted mother and his overly giddy auntie Angoulême. Oh, and by his four dads. Overly self-indulgent AU where everybody survives, and Milva's kid gets to be raised by the most epic family of all time. (One of my favorite fluffy fics, and Regis is The Best Dad, In My Humble Opinion.)
Magpie by @asparrowsfall (Dettlaff/Regis and pre-slash Regis/Geralt)
7.7K words. Coming of Age, Blood Drinking, First Kiss, Drunkenness, Animal Death, Infant Death.
A vignette of Regis and Dettlaff in their younger years. The tags sound heavy, but it’s actually pretty light and bittersweet (mostly sweet). Regis is a young, stupid vampire doing young, stupid things. A wonderful exploration of the characters.
Heart of the Matter by ValmureEld (Gen Fic, no pairing)
2.3K words. BroTP, Witcher Anatomy, Light Angst, Medical Fic, Friendship.
Regis is an excellent friend and physician, and sometimes Geralt needs both to help him away from his uncertainty about his place in the world. Also known as, Regis keeps organs in his lab and this makes Geralt philosophical.
Blackbird by kaeltale (Dettlaff/Regis)
1.3K words. Depression, Overcoming Crisis, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship.
Regis finds Dettlaff after the events of Tesham Mutna, and helps his estranged lover to heal.
Rated-M:
Blood Ties by @andordean (Ciri/Regis, Ciri/Cerys, Ciri/Tankred)
83K words. Friendship/Love, Post-canon, Alternate Ending, Queen of Cintra, Hurt/Comfort, Open Marriage/Polyamory, Complicated Relationships, Intimacy.
This is a story of a witcheress and a vampire. A story of a journey, of facing the past, of choosing a future. A story of growth, of healing, a story of friendship. A story of love; of different kinds of love.
(I could seriously write an essay on how much I LOVE this fic. It is so beautiful and sensitive, and Dordean has this wonderful respect and insight into who Ciri is; a strong and independent woman who has scars to overcome.)
The Promise of Dawn by @jikanet-tanaka (Gen Fic, no pairing)
11.1K words. Grief/Mourning, Depression, Recovery, Post-B&W.
A remorseful, grief-stricken vampire tries to pick up the pieces of his life after doing the unthinkable.
Unsaid by @asparrowsfall (Regis/Geralt)
17.8K words. Soulmates AU, Telepathy, Wings.
Based on the book saga: A soulmate AU, where soulmates form a telepathic bond. Geralt meets Regis at Fen Carn, and the story follows through the novel events all the way to Stygga Castle and beyond.
Young Wolves by @dreadelion (Eskel/Geralt)
8.3K words. Transgender Male Character, Friends to Lovers, ILLUSTRATED!!
A collection of illustrated ficlets, showing Geralt and Eskel's friendship through the ages, from first meetings to best friends to something more. Part 1 of the Young Wolves series.
A Vampire, an Elf, and a Dragon Walk into a Bar by kaeltale (Regis/The Queen of the Night, Regis & Borch)
5.2K words. Young Regis, Philosophy, Established Relationship.
Based on the book saga: Young Emiel and his girlfriend visit Dol Blathanna for a holiday. Things get a bit tense with the local elves, and a golden dragon plays referee. A fun exploration of what would happen if you stick Regis and Borch in a valley together and make them talk.
Rated-E:
Ripple Effect by @andordean (Ciri/Regis)
2.3K words. Hurt/Comfort, Past Abuse, Referenced Past Sexual Assault, Recovery.
Despite the tags, it’s very soft. Ciri thought she had gotten over the past, that she had accepted everything that had been done to her, that she’d moved on... Falling apart in front of his eyes, she realised how wrong she had been.
space hollowed out of absence by @merulanoir (Regis/Geralt)
14.1K words. Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Violence, Whump, Post-canon, poetry.
Regis didn't have enough time to tell Geralt all the things he needed to hear. He didn't know it would end like this. He didn't know it wouldn't end. Some wishes, desperate and unclear, are stronger than death.
Forget Me Not series, and We Name Each Other series by @merulanoir (Regis/Geralt, and Dettlaff/Regis/Geralt respectively)
Really, Meru’s whole AO3 page is just packed with tons of (smutty) goodness that mostly revolves around Regis/Geralt. (Be sure to keep an eye on their updates, because something DELICIOUS is coming *wink*.)
All That's Mine I Carry With Me by @asparrowsfall (Regis/Geralt)
28.2K words. Post-canon, Alternate Ending, Bottom Geralt, Choose Your Own Ending.
A smutty take on that last Regis/Geralt scene in ‘Blood and Wine’— including two Choose Your Own Endgame mini-epilogues!
Misethere by @astolat (Geralt/Emhyr)
46.2K words. Consent Issues, Sex Pollen, Infidelity, War, Seduction.
I’m not going to give a summary here, but just know that, before I read this fic, I would never have thought I’d want Emhyr slash in my life. I am ruined. This fic ruined me. Forever. There is no hope.
#fanfiction writer appreciation day#The Witcher#fanfiction#fic rec list#Regis/Geralt#Dettlaff/Regis#Ciri/Regis#Cahir/Ciri#Eskel/Geralt#Ciri/Tankred#Ciri/Cerys#Geralt/Emhyr#Dettlaff/Regis/Geralt#Regis/QotN#I have WAY TOO MANY ships in this fandom#a whole armada
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I've been listening to some of Tower of Swallows again and I'm currently sitting with and obsessing over these six paragraphs right now. Forever having Ciri feelings I can't articulate in an actual Post....and yet my Ciri wip gets bigger and heavier every other week.
The interior of the tower immediately reminded her of Kaer Morhen – an equally long black corridor behind the doorway, an equally endless abyss in alignment with the columns and statues. She could not understand how this chasm fit in the slender obelisk of the tower. But she knew that trying to analyze it made no sense – not in the case of a tower that sprung up out of nowhere, that suddenly appeared where nothing had been before. In such a tower, anything was possible, and you couldn't be surprised by anything.
She looked back. She did not believe that Bonhart had dared – or had been able – to follow her here. But she preferred to make sure of that.
The archway through which she was riding shone with a bright, unnatural light.
Kelpie's hooves clattered on the floor, which started to crack under the horseshoes. Bone. Skull, tibia, ribs, femur, pelvis. She rode through the middle of a giant ossuary. She was reminded again of Kaer Morhen. The dead should be buried in the ground… How long ago was that… At that time, I actually believed such a thing… the majesty of death, respect for the dead… But death is just death. And a dead man is just a cold corpse. It does not matter where it lies, where his bones disintegrate.
She rode into the darkness, under arches, between columns and statues. The darkness began to weigh on her like smoke. Intrusive whispers and soft sighs urged incantations in her ears. Huge doors suddenly flared up in front of her and opened. They opened one by one. Doors. An infinite number of heavy doors opened silently in front of her.
Kelpie's hooves rattled on the ground.
#death is just death#ciri grief wip#15k and counting right now and easily gonna hit 20k before i can even think about doing a deep reread and think about editing#when i wrote short things and one shots how i longed to be able to write longer things#and now i yearn to be able to write ficlets again#but i'm not giving up my longfic writing omg. can't. won't. anywayyyy#why must the creative process Be Like This#ciri#witcher books
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Snippet Sunday
tagged by @witch-and-her-witcher at some point. I have like 30 WIPs but I'm only allowing myself to work on 5 WIPs this month so I can finish stuff. Theoretically.
This is a post-book/game canon Ciri thing that is ultimately inspired by @andordean's Blood Ties because that story is still eating my brain. Nevermind I've never managed to finish my other Ciri fic and I've never written Regis before... but hey, there's a first time for everything. Right?
“Are there any memories in particular that have disturbed you of late?” Regis asks.
Ciri shrugs and swirls the remaining wine in her cup. She refills it and nudges the folio towards him.
“What’s this?” he asks, carefully pulling the folio into his lap but not opening it.
“Memories. Or the promise of them, at least,” Ciri says.
“Oh?” Regis asks and turns the folio over. Deliberately not opening it.
Ciri props her chin on her shoulder and stares at him, wishing she was a little more drunk, but maybe that was just the grief talking.
Regis looks up and meets her gaze, politely looking past her thoughts in that vampire way he could do without reading them. He wouldn’t let himself read her mind. Not unless she asked.
She should ask. It would be easier than pirouetting around the pain.
But whatever titles she now held, she was still Ciri of Vengerberg who always took action, whether it was wrong or right. She was the daughter of Geralt of Rivia, and a witcheress from the School of the Wolf. She understood how to use her accumulated knowledge to assess a situation and attack.
It would be better if she got this feeling off her chest herself.
#i'm dreading my upcoming week so hey let's get some mini-dopamine hits from posting a snippet thing that is still very messy#fic is getting longer than i expected but i'm not really surprised#i suffer from wordy bitch disease#and have a lot of Ciri feelings to work through#heyo heyo posting things i'm fine and not awkward at all#my wips#my witcher wips#tag meme#ciri grief wip
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Seven Sentence Sunday
Oooh I got tagged by various people over the last week or so for WIP meme-y goodness! @poetikat @dancingwiththefae @katwritesthings.
I have so many wips and a few WIPs "on deck" to tackle next. This Ciri post-game canon thing is one of three WIPs I'm hoping to circle back to this month. I shared another snippet of this story in July.
Ciri has spent years learning how to move through her melancholy like it was a portal, navigating through the fog to survive. It’s always present, artfully compartmentalized in spite of her successes in retaking Cintra. No matter how long she spends ensuring the reconstruction is going to plan, keeping an eye on everything that could and would go wrong and mitigating risk to her people, the sadness is—as Dandelion might put it—in the marrow of her bones. She is Queen Cirilla The Icy Flame of Cintra, but sometimes the grief seeps into the rest of her body, slowing her mind and heart.
She feels nothing like a queen.
After another long day of meetings that ran well into the night, Ciri makes her way to a particular balcony overlooking the city, grateful for the brisk air on her cheeks. She forgoes the responsibility of decent sleep and instead watches the city of Cintra from afar.
#just a bunch of belated grief from all the loss and trauma she's experienced#but a lot of stuff about her grandmother and mother#and then some stuff with yen too#ciri grief wip#ciri#my witcher wips#tag meme
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fucking monologue-ing my way into 10k with this vilgywank. fucking fuck, why does this always happen to me? I mean... I suspected this would happen by writing Vilgefortz POV.... but oh my god. *facepalms* how much of this is too much? this is only semi-rhetorical cause I'mma indulge my way through this riduclousness, and there's only really like 4 of you out here who will read this too.
but whew. i am having a fucking ride with this fic.
#vilgywank#if my brain was open enough to liveblog my writing of puppetskier you would have also witnessed a similar spiral of#'oh fuck how did i stumble into this fucking idea.... I MUST SEE IT THROUGH'#'OH FUCK... well fuck. okay I'M ROLLING'#and yeah i also went through this with my one yennskier story too#this is my writing process theme#fffff lmao#as soon as i get this outta my system i'm back-flipping into my ciri grief fic and catching up on some fic reading#the vilgefortz monologues#my witcher wips#writingdora
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I am so stressed that I feel like I'm getting an ucler or something. All I wanna to do is just decompress and work on my fic. unclench and not feel guilty about my anxiety and life stuff...or have the stress lingering in the back of my mind. Writing has helped with this in the past. But the last few weeks I've reach the end of my day and my brain is just floating in a bag of anxiety and I caaaaan't make words. I can only think about writing. At least I've managed to unfuck the snarly bits of my draft before this latest Anxiety happened.
So tired. I just need to survive this week. just like last week and the week before. I want to make more words....horny philosophical words...vilgefortz...and geralt... it's 18k...i could probably write like 2k about me spiraling out of control about this writing experience but I don't actually know if that would be interesting to read about. my writerly brain has been catching up to me since it got disconnected by The Depression nearly a decade ago. Brain has woken up now. no longer feel like a desiccated husk. it's really is a joy, even when writing is hard. cause i love writing so much and i couldn't do it for so long.
and also omg I just all the other fic growing in my brain. words. i want them out of me. and that sweet ambrosia of Finishing Things and posting. my yennskier fic wips... my radskier wip(s??)... all the other wips. piles of wips. my Ciri grief thing. my words. my storiessss. i have well over 60k of stuff that i need to finish, edit, and post. so many words already there. aaahhh.
writing! but anxiety brain. augh.
#writingdora#blogdora#i have so many feelings about my vilgefortz fic and it's just...i love it so much...i want to be able to write more and play around with it#auaughgghhg stress#seriously Friday is like my big anxiety day of yet another interview and a bunch of work calls and i want to be DONE#also i cannot let my brain get distracted to go and make like 3 vilgefortz/geralt gifsets i NEED to finish the fic first ayiyyiyy. my brain#executive functioning. no anxiety. what a dream.#i had a brief reprieve from my insomnia but it's back and i am feeling gross. sigh#textpost
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ao3 wrapped ask: 12, 13, 14
12. How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?
Eeee, WIPs. Mayoho, you oughta know what a loaded question this is lol. I always have ten million WIPs that I love and want to work on and finish. So many.
On the top of my WIP pile is is probably my yennskier/geraskefer silly soft sex story. The way my brain is going I’ll probably finish that in January instead of December like I wish.
I have my book/game Ciri grief feels thing that I have been hiccuping about for months now.
And ahhhHHhhh, I got my Yen/Jaskier post-Thanedd hurt/comfort thing that is either gonna be a cozy 4k or another 10k sauna of feelings. Just gotta work on it some more before I figure that out.
Those are probably the closest to getting done enough for me to post soon. “Soon” fjskfjslkjfs.
Other WIPs of note:
I also have a book/game Yennefer thing I started drafting in June that I want to circle back to again. Fic is about Yen and Freyja with a nice dose of Geralt Loving Yennefer.
I have quite a bit of my Jaskier/Oxenfurt series already drafted. There’s a few witcher rare pair things I’d started and put aside (Yen/Phil, Jaskier/Dijkstra) that I would like to finish too. I have my nascent Tissaia-lives AU that my brain wants to chomp on. And alllll of my Leshy Eskel stuff. It would also be remiss of me not to acknowledge that I have another like 3k of Vilgefortz stuff drafted, heh. I have some yennskier kink WIPs and more role reversal Geralt and Jaskier things and… on and on. Too Many WIPs. Also that Radskier Hansa thing that’s not quite a thing yet but should be, eheh.
13. What’s your longest work of the year?
Longest work is Coin Operated Boy which is 25,928. And actually it should be longer cause I found a slightly different draft with some more Cory and Jaskier details in my Scrivener binder that I really like and wish I had put in. So really it should be like 27 or 28k... but I was getting kind of feral and lost my mind with editing towards the end there and just dropped it without including the rest of their backstory.
14. What’s your shortest work of the year?
I wrote (and posted—that’s the important distinction) 10 fics less than 1000 words this year. Here are some of my favorites:
Insomnia, Cahir/Regis, 712 words. Masturbation and sleep deprivation and voyeurism, oh my.
Golden Opportunity, 166 which is Jaskier and Vernon Roche in captivity.
Shadowdancer, 118, Geralt/Istredd cozy handjob.
Polite, 100 words. Vespula pegging and Jaskier begging.
ao3 wrapped [writer's edition]
#answerdora#ao3 wrapped#ao3 wrapped 2023#littlestsnicket#writing#writing meme#fic meme#my witcher wips#my witcher fic
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I'm slowly trundling along with some witcher WIPs. Geralt and Yen and Jaskier silliness and softness. Also dabbling in the Ciri grief story again, although I've been spinning my wheels on that because my brain wants to start editing instead of finishing the draft.
but it's good, I'm inching my way to finishing things. and then what happens? New idea that has taken up residence in my brain. I'm nearly a week into outlining a Tissaia lives AU and that's left me rather intrigued. Not sure how much I'll manage to write of it but mmm, the ideas are tasty.
Also my brain is wandering back to some old witcher rarepair ficlets to finish them up, too. Stuff that I had started during previous @smubbles-etc rounds.
I also did sign up for Festivids too and have a decent draft going. Deadline's not for awhile so I'm good on that. Love my assignment. I got some treat ideas too so I'll be reviewing my source for that later this month.
#it has been a joy to have a weekend to rest and catch up on some of my fic reading and writing#love the weekend#trying to soften my brain with more rest so i can write more during my mornings before work#writingdora#viddingdora#textpost
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