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🌟 my witcher fic masterlist 🌟

you can find all my writing here and also on AO3!

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penny-anna

PICK a Taskmaster moment

romesh ranganathan and the watermelon

joe wilkinson givees the mayor of chesham 42 Calippos and a six pack of beer

"under the table"

a LIIIIIIIIME!!!!

"my eyes are circles"

greg's mum wearing a fez in the bath

"have i been put on a team with david baddiel'

rob beckett dresses as a grandma and douses alex with a hose

noel fielding, lolly adefope and joe lycett's clusterfuck of a bath tub team tas

OMG OP where is *insert moment here*

Voting ended onMar 20, 2023

penny-anna

for anyone unfamiliar who still wants to participate:

romesh & the watermelon

42 calippos

under the table

a LIIIIIME

my eyes are circles

greg's mum in the fez

"have i been put on a team with david baddiel"

rob beckett dresses as a grandma

the bathtub

#taskmaster #joes potato throw!#rosalinds a fucking nightmare!#judi love - is there a duck on my face #alan davies weird monster noise #tbh I could go on and pick every moment #q

restmyheadatnightcontent

sorry for being gone for ages life got slightly good for a while and then fell apart a bit so I haven’t been able to do much writing so please accept this soft yennskier as an apology!

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She can hear the rain beating gently against the window, the slow drip of water from nextdoor’s leaky drainpipe on the roof. She can’t hear the birds outside, still perhaps a little too early for them or perhaps they have hidden themselves away somewhere, safe from the rain.

When she was younger, she had often wondered what it would have been like to be a bird - to just fly off one day and not look back, to feel the air beneath her wings and watch the world pass by below her. To never have to stay in one place for too long, just take off and head somewhere new whenever she felt like it.

She wonders how that girl would feel now looking at her life, her family, her home and the knowledge that her desire to fly away is gone. She wonders if she would be disappointed that she settled, or if she would be happy. She hopes she would be happy, knowing that the reason she dreamed so much of flying away was to fly somewhere that she belonged.

The arm around her waist tightens and that sense of belonging that she once craved and now so familiar blossoms in her chest once again.

And then Jaskier lets out a disgustingly loud snore and she almost changes her mind.

She truly belongs with someone who can sleep fucking normally.

Keep reading

restmyheadatnightcontent

now on AO3!

#self rb

restmyheadatnightcontent

sorry for being gone for ages life got slightly good for a while and then fell apart a bit so I haven’t been able to do much writing so please accept this soft yennskier as an apology!

*

She can hear the rain beating gently against the window, the slow drip of water from nextdoor’s leaky drainpipe on the roof. She can’t hear the birds outside, still perhaps a little too early for them or perhaps they have hidden themselves away somewhere, safe from the rain.

When she was younger, she had often wondered what it would have been like to be a bird - to just fly off one day and not look back, to feel the air beneath her wings and watch the world pass by below her. To never have to stay in one place for too long, just take off and head somewhere new whenever she felt like it.

She wonders how that girl would feel now looking at her life, her family, her home and the knowledge that her desire to fly away is gone. She wonders if she would be disappointed that she settled, or if she would be happy. She hopes she would be happy, knowing that the reason she dreamed so much of flying away was to fly somewhere that she belonged.

The arm around her waist tightens and that sense of belonging that she once craved and now so familiar blossoms in her chest once again.

And then Jaskier lets out a disgustingly loud snore and she almost changes her mind.

She truly belongs with someone who can sleep fucking normally.

Keep reading

#yennskier fic #self rb

sorry for being gone for ages life got slightly good for a while and then fell apart a bit so I haven’t been able to do much writing so please accept this soft yennskier as an apology!

*

She can hear the rain beating gently against the window, the slow drip of water from nextdoor's leaky drainpipe on the roof. She can’t hear the birds outside, still perhaps a little too early for them or perhaps they have hidden themselves away somewhere, safe from the rain.

When she was younger, she had often wondered what it would have been like to be a bird - to just fly off one day and not look back, to feel the air beneath her wings and watch the world pass by below her. To never have to stay in one place for too long, just take off and head somewhere new whenever she felt like it.

She wonders how that girl would feel now looking at her life, her family, her home and the knowledge that her desire to fly away is gone. She wonders if she would be disappointed that she settled, or if she would be happy. She hopes she would be happy, knowing that the reason she dreamed so much of flying away was to fly somewhere that she belonged.

The arm around her waist tightens and that sense of belonging that she once craved and now so familiar blossoms in her chest once again.

And then Jaskier lets out a disgustingly loud snore and she almost changes her mind.

She truly belongs with someone who can sleep fucking normally.