#chillmachinebroke

[lambden]

For the tag game: The risk i took was calculated but MAN am i bad at math

Standing there above them is the biggest man Jaskier has ever seen; his shoulders are so wide that a normal-sized human could easily use him as a bed, and his arms and thighs and muscular calves and even his hands all measure up too. Hanging around his neck is a medallion that matches the one dangling from Geralt’s, and his eyes glow in the dull daylight. Jaskier swallows, his mouth suddenly dry. “Didn’t expect to find you round these parts, Geralt,” says the other witcher. He steps closer to the edge of the riverbank to hold out a hand, and Geralt quickly crosses the stream to accept. The strong witcher pulls him up with ease. Jaskier watches, beyond curious about the nature of this friendship. Is this a brother? A rival? But before either witcher can hug or punch the other, Geralt shakes out his wet hair and steps onto the path, out of Jaskier’s line of sight. He asks, his brief amusement apparently over, “Are you on a contract right now?” The giant witcher hesitates before answering, glancing over at Jaskier. Even though they’re at a slight distance, the air between them feels unnaturally charged for a moment. Jaskier doesn’t move, still lying on the uncomfortable shore and holding his lute. The witcher doesn’t say a word, but his bright eyes flash with… something.

this one is kind of like a 5 times jaskier met letho, with lethskier revenge friends with benefits except they aren't friends. basically "i'm definitely just in this for the sex so help me get over geralt no strings attached"... except of course the idiot lutist develops some serious strings. and then it ends with jaskier/letho/geralt because i'm a sucker for a good ot3!! yay

ask me about one of my works in progress!

[d-andilion]

I'm really curious about break a leg 👀

so this is a newer one - mostly vibes and raw dialog with 1.2k written. it's a modern au where the bards are working on the same theater production as understudies or something.

the gist of it is that the two of them start a rivals-with-benefits situation and definitely Do Not catch feelings. valdo calls it off when he starts officially seeing someone else on set, but those feelings he definitely Did Not catch draw him back to jaskier, despite the fact that he has a partner.

eventually, their secret gets exposed and it all blows up in their faces. i haven't decided if i want them to have a happy ending, or if i want to go the "it all ends in flames" route! i'm a happy ending type of writer, but these two are just sooooooo ripe for tragedy.

i have a little snippet for you from jaskier's point of view after everyone finds out about him and valdo

Everyone is staring at them. Jaskier feels their eyes on him everywhere he goes, every step he takes in any direction, like he's walking a minefield. Yesterday there was no one he couldn’t chat with, no one who wouldn’t smile when he walked up to them. Everyone liked him in that superficial sort of way that you like people who smile all the time and ask you how your day was.

There are no smiles today. He doesn't attempt to speak to anyone. They all look like they might spit in his face if he tried. He can hear them, whispering as he passes by, and he wants to turn around and scream at them but he doesn't dare. They’re right, aren’t they? They’re right to whisper, they’re right to scowl at him. He's the dirty little homewrecker who tricked them all with polite conversation into thinking he's not a monster.

thanks for playing!

send me a wip title and i'll give you a snippet

[bl00dline]

16 on your Spotify wrapped!

rubber ring by the smiths

[d-andilion]

I'm also curious about beauty & the beast

like i said here, this one is a beauty and the beast retelling for the boys and a continuation of this one-shot that i wrote last year! i'll drop another snippet for you - this one is from the beginning

Geralt returns to Roach and his campsite with a fat pheasant from his snares and a handful of wild strawberries. A good sign, he hopes, for the journey ahead. It’s not often he finds such a treat on the road and the bird should last him the last day or so’s ride to his destination.

It was a tiny village that summoned him, not large enough to have a name anyone outside the area knew. A few hundred orens are all they could scrape together for his services. Geralt might have ignored their summons under different circumstances. As it stands, however, he has nothing more interesting requiring his attention and he admits he’s curious besides. Mysterious beasts in ruined castles aren’t something he sees as often as his job description may imply.

He sets about building his fire with the wood he’d collected earlier and gets to work preparing his meal. His mood is pleasant, or as near as he ever gets to such a thing. But, evidently, not to last.

thanks for playing!

send me a wip title and i'll give you a snippet

[canondestiel]

Would it be possible for me to get on the second devons discord?

Yes yes I will send you a link. 😌