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iorveth, iorveth in a silk robe, v important

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Since Chita is sitting on me and i can’t possibly be expected to do anything Productive under these circumstances (yes i’m back in Buffalo briefly to do a zillion things before I leave again on Friday) I sat and finished this almost-deleted-scene and instead have posted it as a standalone. Featuring Yennefer, and Iorveth in a silk robe, and some wine, and some hair braiding.

Decorative Elf, on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/46741264

Now he took his goblet and sank gracefully back onto the cushions next to Saskia, extending his long legs gracefully out in front of him, heedless of how the robe slid open along much of one thigh. Saskia tilted her head to admire him. “You’re so decorative,” she said fondly.

“I’ll have to change the placard at my office,” Iorveth said.

“What does it say now?” Yennefer asked.

Vanetta laughed. “I made him the Terror of Legend placard,” she said.

“Did you,” Yennefer said, remembering that tour of the offices. “Brilliant. But you’re right. It should say– what should it say?”

“Decorative Elf,” Saskia said.

“Oh, let’s make it so,” Yennefer said, and rummaged in her satchel. (Your picture was not posted)

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i am alive, i promise, sorry it’s been all queue of late

i made 28 quarts of chicken stock today– well, packaged it– actually i made it too, we’d cut the chickens up yesterday and stuck the stock pot in the walk-in cooler overnight but today i put the water in and plonked it on the stove, an enormous stock pot, and simmered it all day while we cut up the rest of the chickens. (yesterday’s chickens we cut up were for sausage, today’s were for sale as parts.) tomorrow we’re ostensibly making the sausage, we’ll see how that goes.

since CSA is over, Farmsister was available to help us today– but just like last time she helped us, mostly what we needed her to do was to take everything out of the upright freezer in the commercial kitchen and find other places for it to go, which was a heroic undertaking and took her like two hours. it was a lot. she had to restock the farm store just to make room. so it was good, things are beautifully restocked, everything is organized and beautiful, but like, good lord, at what cost.

anyway i just stuck 28 quarts of chicken stock in there so tomorrow we’re gonna have to ask her to do it again, but i believe in her.

i have done like. zero writing this week. lots of 10+ hour days of work, so. oh the insulation in my cabin has been great though. i know it’s november now so i should expect it to be chilly but it’s been like– warmish during the days mostly, and then in the evening it’s fine and i have actually woken up too hot and sweating twice in the last few days because i was still wearing pajamas and dressing my bed like i expected it to be in the mid-40s in the room where i’m sleeping and… well it’s not.

there’s a mouse making so much fucking noise though, and i haven’t been sleeping well because the fucker like, pitter-patters around the room while i’m trying to sleep. he’s louder because he has to rustle in through the insulation. the roof edging isn’t on properly yet so i cant’ exclude him. so a side project is that i’ve had cayenne steeping in water most of the week, and today i set it up with coffee filters and rubber bands over the mouths of jars, and filtered it into a spray bottle, and i’ve just sprayed cayenne water all along the bottom of the insulation where he’s been coming in. (I know because i can hear him and also see him.) so we’ll see how much noise he makes tonight. i don’t know that cayenne will actually deter him.

anyway i’m gonna have my queue post this tomorrow morning so idk, i’ll hopefully know by then. but i’m so tired, using the queue gives me a minute to proofread and then if i wake up in the middle of the night like “i used that word wrong” i have time to look again when i wake up.

i have so many writing projects underway and no time to work on them. i spent a bunch of time today while i was packaging cold dead raw meat thinking about various projects. it was a nice escape.

here is a surprise snippet from a background bit i’m working on, going slightly back in time to before Ciri re-established the Upper Aedirn Free State, featuring a new OC i’m going to make room for– a very elderly elf named Faerveren who has aged out of the concept of gender, to give us some unexpected backstory.

Faerveren leaned in the doorway, giving the dh’oine who had so rudely knocked a once-over. He was tall, handsome, self-assured, though he looked a little tired and travel-worn, and the haughty arrogance of his expression was covering a bit of uncertainty.

“I’m looking for Caerulia Fitzhugh,” he said.

“I bet you are,” Faerveren said. “Since she lives here.” Faerveren xerself hadn’t lived here terribly long. The Fitzhughs had kindly offered xer a place to stay after xe had come to them injured and ill after the battle for the city. Many elves had needed treatment, but only Faerveren had merited the permanent invitation. Perhaps because the Fitzhughs could appreciate xer age. It was restful, being among others with a similar perspective on the passage of time.

Faerveren watched the dh’oine’s expression go through disbelief into indignance, and relented slightly. “Are you here on behalf of someone who is sick?”

“No,” he said, frowning, “I need her help.” His frown deepened. “I believe it is not a matter that your kind could understand, elder brother.” He used an Aen Seidhe term, showing that he wasn’t entirely ignorant.

“Ah,” Faerveren said, “I’m no one’s brother. But I see, you are not the dh’oine you look.” Neither were the Fitzhughs. This was vampire business, then. Another of the reasons Faerveren had been invited to stay was likely the complete lack of reaction xe’d had to the revelation that both Fitzhughs were bruxae. But Faerveren’s people had lived in peace with higher vampires, never their prey and never their antagonists, so it hadn’t been alarming to figure it out. It wasn’t as though they were particularly secretive about it. They tended not to shift or fly where anyone could see them, but Caerulia had a habit of gliding around without touching the ground because of an old foot injury, and nobody seemed to notice. The dwarves of Vergen were singularly unconcerned about vampires as well.

“No,” the man said. “Can you tell her, Dettlaff is here? She knows me, though it has been years since we spoke.”

Faerveren sighed. “Perhaps you should come in and sit down,” xe said. (Your picture was not posted)

peace-tied, iorveth vs influenza

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so i wrote this and was like hm idk if this timeskip works i gotta think more on this structure but

uh now well the structure has become load-bearing so it just has to work

apologies it’s sort of a cliffhanger-then-timeskip but like, c’mon, it’s me, you know it’s gonna be mostly fine

so like chapter 6 of growing out is on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/38098480/chapters/99008658 and Roche shows up, super helpfully, and of all things to get resolution to, I wrap up the stupid romance novel he got from Geralt in uhh whichever story that was. ah it was chapter 3 of Lion.

He’d brought the book with him, in order to force himself to read the whole thing and attempt to appreciate it in context, but it was irredeemably terrible, he finally had to admit to himself. The only thing that had been compelling in it had been the question of how the hero and antagonist could maintain such delicious tension while also fucking, and the extremely unsatisfying and boring answer was, they weren’t fucking, that was how. Nothing else was interesting; even their tense scenes were no longer interesting, with that context removed. (Your picture was not posted)

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Ha, I don’t know! I know I feel like most times when I encounter ageless Elves in a canon I definitely feel like I’ve given the repercussions of that worldbuilding more thought than most authors except Tolkien, who gave too much thought to literally everything.

I wasn’t prolific in the Silm fandom but I did read all of the Histories of Middle-Earth, and at one point actually transcribed a bunch of the Fall of Gondolin because it was a library book and I didn’t have a scanner. So.

I only have one Silm fic on AO3, which the dear hearts at Open Doors transferred for me because I’d lost my henneth-annun login by then and I did not have a fair copy of the thing on my hard drive. Cool Waters is notable for being one of the first fics I ever had beta’d, by none other than a_tehta https://tmblr.co/mJ5S_zBHhrMemgM4Jv5ZPFw who I was delighted to realize is still around under that pseud, and my beta was like “you… mention teeth in this thing a lot is that meant to be a theme” and then we had an extremely lengthy discussion about what teeth would be like for an immortal person, and wound up cutting almost all of the mentions of them from that fic, but I definitely carried this weird energy with me into the Witcher fandom because

you can’t have ageless characters and not address what happens to their fucking teeth with normal wear and tear ok

anyway. Thank you for asking, and thank you for reading. :) (Your picture was not posted)

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i was so busy on Friday I didn’t even post an apology about it. it’s been, well, kind of a stressful week. though i should state for the record that the week before last i was absolutely tormented with heartburn for days on end and this week just past, i did not experience even a moment of it even eating tomatoes for every meal and not sleeping well. so that’s a baffling reality i need to prod at some point; is it true that the stress here is somehow less upsetting to my stomach than the stress back home? if so that is a sad statement about how my body and brain work, i tell you what.

anyway.

i am rather close to updates on both stories but not quite there. p r e s u m a b l y this upcoming week is vacation so i should have time to sit around and write but i have no idea if that’ll really be the case, so i can’t promise anything, but fingers crossed.

(It will also be my birthday and the one thing i had resolved to do for that was finally commission art since i’ve been whining about wanting to do that for literal months now but did I? NO i have made zero progress on figuring out what to ask for. I did not realize I would have such a huge mental block about it. I can even think of several moments, now, that I would want illustrated, but I can’t– make the connection– of how to– leap from the concept to actually doing a thing where I. Do it. Anyway. IDK. If I could identify the block I’d work around it but I don’t anticipate suddenly coming up with the time and focus to do that anytime soon, so this is not likely to happen but it was an idea!)

ANYWAY here is a snippet to make up for lack of update. from Sparrow, cw panic attack/PTSD dissociative episode.

“Morvran,” Cirilla said, sounding alarmed. “Morvran?”

Luliana didn’t understand what had gone wrong. Voorhis was dead-still, like a statue; his eyes weren’t focused on anything. He was barely even moving to breathe; after a moment Luliana realized the faint twitch of his movement was his heartbeat, moving his body ever so slightly.

“It’s like he’s not there,” Luliana said, horrified. “What’s happened?”

Cirilla stood up, careful not to scrape the chair. She looked– angry, and Luliana didn’t understand. “Emhyr happened to him,” she said, her jaw set in anger.

“What?” Luliana slipped to her feet in alarm, laying aside her pen carefully. “I don’t understand.”

“Stay with him,” Cirilla said grimly. “I have to go commit regicide.”

“What,” Luliana said, and to her horror, Cirilla turned around and vanished. “No!” she exclaimed, but she was too late. “Ah fuck.” (Your picture was not posted)

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i know it’s been ages since i posted a thing but i promise i’m almost there.

I’m also having thoughts about the structure. For tidiness’ sake, I’d figured I’d put Ciri Gets A Girlfriend all into one story, then I’d do What Geralt’s Been Up To in another story, and then I’d catch Eskel up in a third story, and then I’d weave those together somewhere, somehow.

But it turns out that there’s a section of a chapter of What Geralt’s Been Up To that absolutely has to be read before chapter 5 of Ciri’s Girlfriend, but then the second half of that Geralt chapter needs to come much later. And then how am I to make it plain where everything is happening? It’s already kind of interspersed with the Keira story events, so it’s kind of…. confusing…..

so I’m poking that now, but. Probably I will have a chapter of Ciri Gets A Girlfriend finally ready to post by the end of the week, and then I’ll figure the rest out as I go. Probably… there will have to be interspersement of some…. and where I put the boundary of the stories will be, hm. A thing.

(I blew through Baptism of Fire in three hours today while multitasking and was like “… that’s it?” but it’s actually a standard-length book I just write really long shit and it’s utterly warped my understanding of how a standard work of fiction is supposed to work. Whoops.)

I was going to post an excerpt but the thing is going to be done so soon I might as well wait. Just know, I’m almost there. I promise.

this was supposed to be a 5k-word oneshot for femslash february (Your picture was not posted)

jaskier/yennefer, yennefer pegs jaskier

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Following up to this post https://bomberqueen17.tumblr.com/post/647764427308924928/current-wips, where I put in a snippet of the Keira/Aiden/Lambert thing that’s going.

So actually #1, the F&S sequel, is going better than i thought. I was plodding away feeling like I wasn’t getting anywhere but it’s at 4800 words and a chapter break, possibly, so I feel okayish about that, but it’s not really suitable for a snippet. i need to digest a bit.

But meanwhile, I’ve also gotten as far as I really had a plan for in WIP#4, which is What Has Yennefer Been Up To, and it’s all just a throwback to whatever that other story I wrote like a year ago was. Indecent… something. Instant… no. Duh Innermost Depths https://archiveofourown.org/works/22847020. Ay.

anyway. snippet for that:

It wasn’t until they’d retreated up the stairs and down the hall to Jaskier’s personal suite of rooms that it finally, finally penetrated Jaskier’s thick skull what was going on. He closed the door behind himself and leaned on it, gesturing with the wine bottle. “I know what this is about,” he said.

“Do you,” Geralt said, and yes, the eyebrow attitude was very skillfully given, keenly observed, but the archness to the tone was wrong. Jaskier didn’t have time to comment on it before Geralt was kissing him, incredibly convincingly, enough to make him consider just going along with it for a bit longer. Mm– the flavor of birch twigs– such versimilitude, down to the way he swept his tongue across the backs of Jaskier’s upper teeth.

Ah, it was– it was really years since they’d had a proper fuck. In the spring they’d had a quick tumble but Geralt had been so exhausted and haggard during his frantic hunt for Ciri that Jaskier had mostly seduced him to make sure he would sleep in a bed for a night.

Jaskier toyed with going along with this to see how far he’d get, but Geralt picked him up to grind him into the door and he rather lost his head.

“Yennefer,” he said, breathless, “ah, fuck–”

“What about her,” Geralt growled.

“I know it’s you,” Jaskier said.

Geralt paused, then sighed gustily against his neck, making him shiver. “How did you know this time?” he asked petulantly. (Your picture was not posted)

update, morvran voorhis, empress ciri, witcher lambert

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so we’re uh not entirely resolving the cliffhanger, but– well, we are resolving the immediate cliffhanger, but it’s a long enough action sequence that well, we’re not to the rainbows and kittens yet folks.

chapter 6, on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/28876890/chapters/72707130

“I’m just Lambert,” Lambert said. “Only dumb assholes get fancy ballads written about them with poetic names and shit.”

“Ah,” Voorhis said sagely, nodding. “Seems reasonable. Although, perhaps I am mistranslating the word, but I do not think I would describe your Geralt as an asshole? I thought it indicated an unpleasant person?”

“He can be pretty unpleasant,” Lambert pointed out.

“I suppose my experience with him has been limited,” Voorhis said diplomatically, and Lambert itched to poke holes in his composure, but he could feel Ciri’s grip on his arm going tighter.

“He’s addicted to drama,” Lambert said. “Maybe he ain’t had the chance to get into it here.”

“That’s possible,” Voorhis said, and gave Lambert a sidelong, almost surreptitious grin.

“Has he put his dick in anybody lately?” Lambert asked. “That’s usually his preferred flavor of drama.”

Voorhis hastily reverted his glance forward and schooled his features into composure, though a twitch of his mouth betrayed his amusement. “I do not believe I’d be on the list of people who’d know of such matters,” Voorhis said, consummately diplomatic.

“Ah,” Lambert said, and looked at Ciri. “What about you? I’d meant to follow up on that.”

“I have not put my dick in anybody lately,” Ciri said solemnly. (Your picture was not posted)

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Chapter 4, on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/28276716/chapters/70091700

Listen there’s a lot going on so here, have a chapter update. We all need the distraction.

Mages could read minds, Aiden knew that, so he narrowed his eyes and thought Hey, fuck you, as hard as he could.

She didn’t seem to notice; she only had eyes for Lambert, who had reached over and kicked the bottom of her chair leg. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you failing to empty that bowl,” he said. “I didn’t make that special for you and then put such a reasonable amount into that bowl for you not to eat it.”

“I ate a lot,” she protested. “I don’t have your metabolism, Lambert. Aretuza gave me tits, not a hollow leg.”

Aiden was distracted from his attempts to psychically insult her by attempting to parse that sentence. “Aretuza… gave you… tits,” he mused, and then screwed up his face and said, “What, like, as souvenirs?”

“Why do you think all sorceresses have more or less the same rack?” the mage asked, poking herself in the side of one breast to jostle it. It moved as though it were in a supportive undergarment of some kind instead of more or less suspended in midair behind an embroidered panel that only half-covered it. “There’s a fellow whose job it is to give us the Look at the end of our schooling, and he has very conventional tastes. I didn’t grow these myself, like some sort of peasant.” (Your picture was not posted)

complete, all of this is me learning about not leaving wips lol, keira metz/lambert

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You know what?

I’m going to stick a pin in The Ideal Man https://archiveofourown.org/works/26847148?view_full_work=true and call it done with today’s chapter update. So that’s a completed work. It’s a whole story about Lambert and Keira stumbling into a kind of an arrangement and taking care of one another’s grief and loss and starting to maybe heal a little bit.

And all of it is backstory for a plotty thing I was working on before that and kept working backwards from because I hadn’t made that relationship between them into anything, yet, and so the plot wasn’t interesting and didn’t hang together because I didn’t know who these people are.

So the plotty thing is… largely written as well, and I just need to come up with a title and finish arranging it, and then I can post that. It’s got a lot more of Keira’s Deal in it, and we’re going to start to maybe address something of a forward-going plot about fixing some of this damage.

But this can kind of stand alone and just be a cute story of a couple of people figuring out some answers of how you go on, in the aftermath, and what you do and don’t have to be.

Feeling something was a hell of a lot better than feeling nothing, even if it was hard to keep up with.