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The Spaces In Between Pt 6: Jay’s 400 Follower Celebration Bingo

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Kaer Morhen wasn’t anything like Jaskier had expected. The halls were winding and crumbling and the rooms were either kept sparse or filled with centuries of witchers’ weapons and tools and journals. The courtyard within the keep was cobble and grass in equal measure. He could see how magnificent it would have been in its day even as he looked out onto the crumbling keep. 

He spent most of the day wandering between the outbuildings, his fingers tracing along the weathered stone and boards. He found himself between two sheds, at least one shed, and one wall that used to be part of a shed. The space was narrow and the walkways between them well worn but that wasn’t what had brought Jaskier there. 

He had been strolling aimlessly when he had come across the bricks, etched over and over and over again with tiny scribbles. He squinted in the shade of the roof shingles and realized they weren’t scribbles after all, but names. Hundreds of names, etched in careful barely legible hand. It reminded him of when he had first learned to write his own name.

The gut punch of realization left him shaking. They were the names of children. The names of the boys brought to Kaer Morhen that would either become witchers or would die in the process. He let his fingers trace carefully over the letters of one then another. He didn’t realize he was looking for one name in particular.

“Further down towards the bottom,” Geralt said softly. Jaskier jumped, spinning and nearly smacking right into him. 

“Geralt! I swear, I’m going to put a bell on you!” he huffed but softened immediately. “Vesemir said you wouldn’t be back for a few more weeks.” 

After the raid and after a few touchy hours in the woods as Geralt kept Jaskier from bleeding out, he had brought the bard home. The continent was quickly falling into war and Jaskier was known to follow a certain White Wolf around that Nilfgarrd wanted to get their hands on. 

“Came back early,” Geralt shrugged, looking over the wall. A series of emotions flitted over his face before he sighed and kneeled down, looking for one brick in particular. 

“There are so many,” Jaskier whispered. 

“And now there are so few of us left. Look here,” he tapped a brick by Jaskier’s knee. “That’s Eskel there. Lambert wrote on the very corner stone when he got here,” he pointed further down. 

They were close enough that their knees bumped for a moment. Jaskier adjusted his stance slightly, trying not to curl over on his still fresh scar. 

“And where are you?” He asked, but he wasn’t looking at the bricks, he was looking at Geralt. 

When Geralt looked back, heat burned through him and he rubbed his palms against his pants nervously. 

There was a slight tilt to Geralt’s lips that meant he was up to something. “I’m right here,” he answered softly. His eyes were soft and then there was an arm around Jaskier’s waist, pulling him into his lap as he sat with his back against the far wall. 

They were both a bit scrunched up but Jaskier wasn’t complaining. He reveled at the feel of warm hands on his thighs keeping him steady as he looked down at Geralt. He looked smug and warm and open and it was all the invitation Jaskier needed. 

He closed the distance between them before he could second guess himself, before Geralt could turn him down, before he could make a joke of it. He kissed Geralt before someone came by looking for them, though he seriously doubted that anything outside of death could have stopped him. 

Geralt’s lips slotted against his perfectly, warm and chafed. He hummed happily as one of the hands left his thigh to tangle in his hair and Jaskier thought he could die happily. The only reason he stopped was to catch his breath. Geralt for his part simply leaned his head back against the wall, looking up at him. 

“Took you long enough, witcher,” Jaskier teased, leaning back in to nip at Geralt’s lips playfully before he was tugged into another deep kiss. 

There, in the tight little alleyway between the out buildings of Kaer Morhen, Jaskier knew he would never get enough of being aloud to kiss Geralt.

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EKONOMI ANJLOK

Lagi dan lagi Covid 19 menjadi permasalahan yang menyebalkan, bagaimana tidak hampir seluruh aktivitas kegiatan dibatalkan, yaa mau bagaimana lagi ini demi kepentingan bersama. Akan tetapi sangat di sayangkan dengan situasi saat ini masih banyak segelinitir orang mencari kesempatan untuk mencari keuntungan tersendiri. Seperti yang kita tahu bahwa saat ini kelangkaan Hand Sanitizer banyak diburu kalangan manusia.

Covid 19 menjadi permasalahaan dunia saat ini, khususnya di Negara kita Indonesia. Tak sedikit juga yang terkena wabah ini sehingga menyebabkan kematian yang semakin hari semakin bertambah drastis jumlahnya dan juga pemerintah saat ini sedang mengupayakan yang terbaik unuk warga Negara nya.

Dalam pandemik saat ini perekonomian mulai tidak stabil, terkhusus untuk masyarakat menengah kebawah yang sebagian besar mata pencahariannya adalah usaha, lantas bagaimana nasib mereka? Yang seharusnya dari hasil usahanya itu untuk kehidupan sehari-hari tetapi kali ini hanya bisa untuk sekali makan saja. Pemerintah harus sesegera mungkin untuk mengatasi permasalahan ini karena terkait kelangsungan kehidupan warga negaranya, dengan solusi memberikan pangan murah disetiap kelurahan dan saya rasa pemerintah lebih paham terkait hal ini.

Lantas bagaimana nasib mahasiswa yang telah membayar UKT? Mereka tidak mendapatkan hak pendidikan yang semestinya mereka dapat, sekarang perkuliahan dilakukan online yang dapat membebankan mahasiswa secara Psikologis dan Ekonomi. Dalam aspek piskologis mahasiswa dibebankan dengan pandemic dan juga tugas-tugas yang diberikan oleh para dosen, yang seharunya para dosen memberikan tugas-tugasnya secara kompetentif. Dalam aspek ekonomi mahasiswa dibebankan megharuskan untuk slalu terhubung dengan jaringan internet, dapat kita ketahui tidak semua mahasiswa yang perekonomiannya setara dapat membeli jaringan internet lalu bagaimana yang tidak dapat membeli?

Maka dari itu kami menuntut para pihak kampus agar melakukan kepekaan sosial dalam bentuk bantuan kepada mahasiswa dan keluarga nya yang mengalami keterpurukan ekonomi akibat pandemic Covid 19 ini. Dan juga memberikan kompensasi terhadap hak-hak mahasiswa yang semestinya didapatkan, meskipun dalam keadaan seperti ini, Prinsip professional dan keadilan tetap harus dihadirkan dalam aspek pendidikan.

   9 April 2020

Mahasiswa UIN Syarif Hidayatullah Jakarta

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No Disrespect || UKT

Gif credit: (? Not Mine)

Your alpha was the sweetest man you had ever been with.

He was unlike his other brothers. Cool and calm until he was worked up. This time, you felt to blame for making him worked up. Alpha on alpha fights were common. Fights with Ivar more so. Blood streamed from his stomach where Ivar had pierced his stomach. There was a gnashing of teeth, wooden chairs flung into walls. In the end, Sigurd was no match for his more muscular alpha brother. The indentation of his molars lined Sigurd’s pale stomach. Now you were cleaning it, eyes wet with tears from the fear of his wound not healing quick enough.

All for not, Sigurd said.

“I have fast wound healing, love.” He consoles lifting your chin lightly with his knuckles. Your cheeks and chin soak with wet, fearful tears that fall over his digits.

“He could have killed you Sigurd.” You sob, hating yourself for making such a fuss of this all. Sigurd was an alpha. This was his job to protect you from Ivar’s crass comments about being more scarred up than a bad pelt.

“Hey, no.” Sigurd whispers, leaning up to kiss your forehead. His full lips purse against the middle of your tense forehead, strewn in stress-wrinkles. His beard tickles your eyebrows enough that you look up at him. “I said I would protect you. Didn’t I?”

How strange it was to go from an alpha that beat you to one that did nothing more than protect you-- no matter the threat. Softly Sigurd’s fingers left the underside of your chin, following your jaw down to your slight neck. He finds the space in which his teeth once burned into your neck, marking you as his little mate. His wife. When Ivar disrespected you-- he disrespected Sigurd himself. That wasn’t completely uncommon.

“Yes.” You agree, stifling up those silly tears beading at your eyes. Sigurd makes room despite the immense pain on his side.

“Come cuddle with me. Not too tight. ” He requests. Stupid boy-- you think, crawling in beside him. You nuzzle in beside him, wet blood staining your thin white dress. Most would be irritable, and he sure was, but not at you.

What sort of Alpha would cuddle with their stomach so torn up?

Right. Your alpha.

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The Spaces In Between Pt 2: Jay’s 400 Follower Celebration Bingo

Part 1

Jaskier didn’t see the problem. Geralt had come in, killed the beasty in the old sewer that had been taking people off the streets, and filled his end of the bargain. But now they were running through those same streets that Geralt had just protected, dodging hurled pitch forks. 

Geralt gripped him by his upper arm and hauled him suddenly down an alley, the force of their changed direction sending Jaskier teetering into the wall. Geralt braced him and slid in next to him, checking around the corner as the mob passed. They were probably too drunk and clearly too stupid to realize they had been given the slip. 

They stood there, near chest to chest, Jaskier panting for breath while Geralt seemed barely phased by it. 

“I seriously hate this town. I say we go back into the sewers and set off one of those little bombs you carry. Just to give them a mess to deal with,” Jaskier spat, gulping down stale air. 

“Bard,” Geralt growled to hush him but when he looked at Jaskier, his eyes were a bit softer. “They’re not worth the supplies.” He finished, giving Jaskier’s upper arm a small squeeze. 

They shifted around slightly until they were both looking around the corner, Jaskier peaking out from under Geralt. “We’ll have to get out of here somehow.”

“The western wall is just a few streets down. If we move-” Geralt stopped, yanking Jaskier back quickly and pressing them both to the wall, a finger to his lips. His eyes were wide and Jaskier could almost see his ears moving to pick up sound. 

The most alarming part, however, was how Geralt pressed the line of his body so easily to Jaskier’s without a thought, his arm braced along Jaskier’s chest to keep him back. 

Their eyes met just then and Jaskier couldn’t help but lick his lips, his eyes drifting down to the finger that blocked Geralt’s own. He swallowed and began to fidget as heat crawled up the back of his neck. He had a fuzzy memory of another alley on an occasion that tasted more like wine and bad jokes than sewer air and being chased out of town. 

“Not like this,” Geralt had said then. No, Jaskier supposed he wouldn’t be allowed to kiss Geralt here either. Or anywhere really. He looked away, hating how he knew his cheeks were burning. 

Geralt cleared his throat, pulling away slowly as he also looked away. “I think we got a good chance if we go right now.”

“Lead the way, witcher” Jaskier sighed, ready to run.

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The Spaces In Between Pt 1: Jay’s 400 Follower Celebration Bingo

Jaskier stumbled slightly, his hand sliding along the slick stone wall as he nearly tumbled down into the mud. A warm hand grabbed him around the middle and hauled him up again, leaning him against the same wall. Rain water soaked through his shirt, making him shiver but he was chuckling. 

Geralt was still in his space, warm despite the chill in the air. His bulking frame hovered in, blocking Jaskier from the wind for a moment as they both got their footing. He wrinkled his nose a bit, but the corners of his mouth were upturned and his features wine soft. 

“I don’t know why I let you goad me into drinking that much,” he grumbled as he leaned past Jaskier’s shoulder to press his forehead to the stone wall behind him. He had gone from blocking Jaskier from the wind to nearly caging his body in with his own. The alley they were in was tight, rain streaming in off of the shingles above them as they stumbled their way back to the side entrance of the inn. 

With Geralt pressed in this close, Jaskier could smell the week’s worth of campfire and sword oil and Roach. It was a comfortable familiar scent. One that he had grown used to and even seeked out when the coin was low and the nights were cold. But only because of the cold, not because of anything else. He was sure of that. At least that was what he told himself repeatedly. This close though, it was hard to think of anything else besides-

“I really want to kiss you,” Jaskier blurted before his brain could catch up to the wine coursing through his veins. 

Both of them froze there against the wall, Geralt not pulling away though his body seemed to tense for a moment. Jaskier felt his heart start to hammer in his chest as the words that had come from his own mouth started to ring in his ears like an alarm. 

Fuck. 

“Hmm,” Geralt pulled back slightly, looking into Jaskier’s face, his one hand still holding Jaskier steady around the hip while the other braced against the wall. Even in the low light, Jaskier saw his eyes look down and he seemed to lean in slightly. Before Jaskier could lean up and close that distance though, Geralt was pulling back again, smirking slightly. “Not like this, you don’t.” 

Jaskier nearly fell forward again, his head spinning with the sudden rush of cold as Geralt pulled away. He had been so close and so foolish. He didn’t look at Geralt as they made their way to the inn, watching where he was stepping in the muck. 

The next morning over a shit breakfast of jerky and thin ale, Jaskier put on his brightest smile. “Oh man, I am so sorry for last night. Sometimes I get into my cups and my mouth just runs away with me,” he gave a lude grin and a wink, “usually in more ways than one.”

Geralt didn’t even look up from his breakfast, barely giving one of his classic hums in response. Jaskier could only hope it would be enough. 

[wherethewordsare]

The Spaces In Between Pt 3: Jay’s 400 Follower Celebration Bingo

Part 1 Part 2

It had been hopeless. There was no way they were going to find the imp in these conditions. It was simply too dark for Jaskier and Geralt was starting to get frustrated. The only reason he had even agreed to let Jaskier come along was it was merely an imp, what was the harm. A second pair of eyes would be more beneficial than not. 

Jaskier leaned against the corner of the blacksmith’s, hands on his thighs as he groaned. “I don’t think it’s here, Geralt. We should get back to the inn and try again in the morning.” 

“Fucking imps. I don’t know why I took this contract in the first place,” Geralt huffed, walking back along the wall he had just followed to another dead end alley. 

Jaskier watched from where he leaned, squinting out into the dark. And that was when something grabbed him, sharp little claws digging into his thighs as he was dragged bodily back into the alley.

“Geralt! I found-” Something collided with Jaskier’s back and he was winded. He rolled sluggishly, trying to get a grip on the small creature as it wound between his legs, its thin body always just beyond his fingers. He managed to grasp the hilt of his dagger from his boot and yanked, hoping the blade managed to catch the thing in its flank. By the howl in the dark, Jaskier assumed he had. 

“Jaskier!” Geralt barked, barging down the narrow alley after him. He crashed into both Jaskier and the imp, sending all three flying into a pile of rope. Jaskier grunted at the force and let his body settle down into the rope as Geralt wrestled the imp down before running it through with his own sword. 

Jaskier felt more than saw when the thing was finally dead, the air around them seeming to settle immediately. The second thing he noticed was his lap unexpectedly full of witcher, Geralt's thick thighs pinning down his hips, Jaskier splayed underneath him. He could feel hairs tickling along his cheeks and the steady puff of Geralt’s breath on his nose which meant that he must have been leaning over Jaskier. 

He was too tired and too annoyed to watch his mouth. “You know, darling, I normally wouldn’t mind this, but I hardly think an alley in the middle of the night with a dead imp is the time or place,” he teased, smirking up at where he thought Geralt might be.

There was a grunt and the weight on him lifted and he knew Geralt was collecting his kill while Jaskier struggled to disentangle himself from the ropes. 

“Maybe another time then,” Geralt hummed after a few moments of silence and it took Jaskier a beat to realize what he was saying. In the alley, he was completely blind but he could still see the satisfied smirk on Geralt’s face.

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The Spaces In Between Pt 5: Jay’s 400 Follower Celebration Bingo

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Hey guys, just a quick content warning, blood, violence, and near death. 

There had been no kind of warning, nothing to give them any kind of hint that they would find themselves in the middle of a raid. The night before Jaskier had played his set to a warm reception at the tavern and they collected their coin and had gone to sleep. 

It wasn’t supposed to go like this. Jaskier dashed between the jostling bodies as another fire blazed to life a few buildings down. He had lost sight of Geralt when he had run off to put down some of the men that had slid into the city in the night. Now there were archers on rooftops picking off citizens. Everything was in chaos. 

Jaskier cradled his lute to him as he finally made it to the stalls where they had left Roach. Behind her, a man in Nilfgaard armor already lay dead. 

“That’s a girl, Roachie darling. I know I’m not the witcher, but we gotta get out of here, come on.” He took her reins and was surprised that only his hair was nipped at slightly. “I know I know, I want to find him too,” he found himself babbling. 

They went into the streets again, turning through the maze of dead bodies and burning debris. Jaskier called for Geralt over and over, choking on a lungful of smoke that tasted too acrid to be just wood. He gagged around the thought but pushed on. 

“Jaskier!” Geralt called from up on a short wall. 

“Geralt!” Jaskier’s eyes went from Geralt to the building behind him, seeing the archer. He ran forward, his hands releasing Roach’s reins. “Get down!”

Time seemed to slow as he watched Geralt turn just in time for the arrow to miss him but then it was continuing its trajectory, burying itself into Jaskier’s stomach. He looked down in disbelief, his hand covering the wound for a moment before he felt his knees start to give out. 

Geralt gripped him around the middle and hauled him into an alley out of range of any more archers, his hands pressing into Jaskier’s stomach as he said… something. 

“Geralt, you’re alright,” he hummed lamely but the look on Geralt’s face erased any shred of relief he had. 

“And you’re an idiot,” he growled before tilting his head up and giving a sharp whistle. “I need to get you out of here.” A hand cradled Jaskier’s face and he thought for a moment that it might be Geralt’s. 

“Mm, gotta stop meeting like this,” he chuckled but then choked. His mouth tasted like iron and heat and every word he had ever swallowed when he looked at Geralt’s face. 

Geralt gave a small huff and his eyes were that same soft that Jaskier had seen in another alley months before at an autumn festival miles from here. “I really want to kiss you,” he whispered so softly, Jaskier nearly missed it. Another alley even longer ago came back, fuzzy with drink and pain and the creeping fear of everything lost between them. 

“Not like this, you don’t,” he echoed as he tried to wet his lips, his tongue feeling too thick. The edges of his vision were starting to get fuzzy but he watched as a bulking shadow covered the entrance to the alleyway. 

Arms scooped him up easily and he felt like he was floating for a moment. 

“Just… hold that thought,” Geralt murmured. 

Then everything was dark.

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The Spaces In Between Pt 4: Jay’s 400 Follower Celebration Bingo

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

The air was getting cool and the bonfire in the middle of the square blazed brightly against the darkening sky. Jaskier leaned into the shadows, his hands wrapped firmly around the mulled wine, trying to warm his fingers. Geralt slid in beside him, barely squeezing into the tight space between the buildings. 

“Have we finally found an audience too demanding for the most celebrated bard on the continent?” he teased, bumping their shoulders together. In the fire light, Jaskier could see the smile creeping up into his features. It was a good look on Geralt and he wished desperately that he was able to see it more often. 

“I just need a moment,” Jaskier hummed as he took a sip of his wine. He told himself that it was the drink that warmed him from the inside and not the soft look in Geralt’s eyes. Had there been more of those recently? Maybe since the imp. 

Jaskier looked around them and started to chuckle. 

“What?” In a surprising role reversal, Geralt slipped Jaskier’s cup from his hands and took a drink. 

“We really should stop meeting like this,” Jaskier pointed around them, indicating the alleyway they hovered in. 

Geralt seemed to pick up on what Jaskier wasn’t saying and gave a small nod. “At least maybe we should stop leaving it the way we usually do,” he tilted his head. He set the cup down on a barrel as he turned to Jaskier, his hand coming up to his hip as he carefully pushed Jaskier back against the wall. There was nothing in the gesture that made Jaskier feel like he couldn’t pull away if he wanted to. He was free to step out from under Geralt’s gaze and he knew there would be no hard feelings. But then his eyes caught Geralt’s and his heart felt like it was going to pound out of his chest. 

He licked his lips nervously and the realization that Geralt’s lips would probably taste of the wine they just shared sent a warm ripple through his limbs. 

“Yes, maybe that’s what is needed here,” he tilted his chin up slightly, hoping that Geralt took it as the open invitation it was. 

They were just a breath apart as Geralt leaned down into his space. There was a moment of hesitation and apparently that was all that was needed. 

“Bard! There you are!” The alderman called happily, well into the wine by then. 

They sprang apart as if they had been burned and Jaskier felt himself struggling to catch his breath. The world seemed to tilt out of place for a moment but then the alderman was saying something to him and he was nodding along to whatever it was. He tried to look at Geralt through the corner of his eye but the witcher had turned from him and was busying himself with the cup on the barrel. 

Jaskier swallowed as he realized the alderman was asking for another set to be played and all he could do was smile and agree. He scooped his lute up and tried not to feel too disappointed. Crazy things always happened at these kinds of festivals. A stolen kiss wouldn’t have meant anything anyways.