little life update!
i’m poor.
like, went to university to get out of abject poverty, poor.
like, grew up with my family struggling to choose between heating our home and filling our bellies, poor.
but i’ve done it! i’ve gone and gotten myself a stable corporate job that can pay my bills and help me and my family not be poor.
unfortunately, if you’ve been keeping up with the news, my country (the UK) is dealing with a shitshow on the horizon in the form of really super-duper inflated energy bills. our bills are expected to more than quadruple this coming winter, and while i may not be POOR poor anymore, i’m still not rich enough to escape that unscathed.
so i’ve been busting my ass, trying to pay my rent and also save and squirrel away enough money for the winter, which leaves me e x h a u s t e d for literally any other activity. like exercising or watching tv or writing. and trust me, the words want to EXPLODE out of my brain and through my fingers... i just don’t have enough energy to even think, some days.
it’s a real shitty situation all around, and i’m sorry. flwogb is on accidental hiatus, but soon as i get some room to breathe, i’ll be back.
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Hoiy shit, y'all, it's me actually answering a prompt! (Well, two prompts.) With a fic! (Well, a mini fic.) @victoriablackrose and @sniction-fiction , two of my greatest comrades in being hørny for W/itcher snz, were both so lovely as to send me prompts from this list, and I decided to combine them!
500ish words of pre-g/eraskier with sick!jask under the cut, for the prompts "sleepy sneezes", "shivery" and "concern". This is meant to be set in the same timeline as Not With That Cold (which I mean to add chapters to someday I swear I have drafts), but much earlier on. Gonna give slight mess and language warnings just in case but they're really barely there. LOTS of stuffy talk, so heads up if that is or isn't your thing. Hope y'all like it! 💕
If Jaskier’s wits had been any less dulled, he would have woken with a shout at the hulking presence looming over him like a ravenous wolf. As it was, however, he had spent the past several days doing battle with an all-consumingly horrid head cold, and every last one of his senses might have been stopped up with glue for all the good they were doing him. And so he merely stirred into vague half-consciousness and turned over in his bedroll, rubbing his interminably stuffy nose against a warm object that, if he really thought about it, hadn’t been there when he went to sleep.
“heh… ehhh… tssh’hew,” he sneezed as the tickle in his feverish nose spiked, irritated by something decidedly hirsute in its immediate presence. The presence moved, then, the warm rampart drawing away from the wet spray of his sneeze, and it was only then that Jaskier’s eyes cracked open enough to see the lumbering form above him.
“Mbelitele’s sacred tits, Geralt, what cad you possibly be doi’g.” His voice was a thin and reedy spectre of its usual melodious affront, his mind still too foggy and congested to properly startle. “‘s the biddle of the ‘dight. Why’re you leadi’g over be like I’b your dext ‘beal.”
Geralt grunted. “You were shivering.”
“I was s—” Jaskier stopped short in the middle of his usual sardonic repetition, stumbling into wakefulness as the realization dawned on him. “...I was shiveri’g. Oh.” He broke out into a positively delighted grin, one that Geralt recognized all too well even on a red nose, cracked lips and bleary eyes and dreaded all the same. “Why, Geralt, you great cake-hearted fool! You–hehh–you were—hehh’TCHEW!! You were cod’cerdned for be!” He gave a tremendous, self-satisfied sniff.
Geralt turned away with a grudging ‘hm’, and Jaskier swore he could almost see the Witcher’s face reddening in the dim glow of the firelight. “You were!” he crowed. “You care for be, Geralt, I kdew it all alo’gg,” he needled him, languidly poking a finger between his ribs.
“Don’t push it,” the Witcher scowled sullenly.
Jaskier held his hands up in surrender. “All right, all right, I yield,” he capitulated. “Sdf. You kdow, you’re dot wro’g. It r-really is cold out hehh-heh-EHHTSSCHIIEEWH!” He sneezed wetly, and began shivering again as if to illustrate the point. “Oh d-dear… I d-dod’t suppose you had adythi’g id bi’d to put ad e’d to this, did you.” He drew his bedroll tighter in around him, trying to keep his teeth from chattering.
Geralt didn’t speak by way of reply. He merely grunted and eased himself down next to Jaskier, wrapping his muscle-bound arms around the shivering bard and pulling him back-first into his big, broad, blessedly warm barrel chest. “Not a word,” the Witcher muttered, stopping Jaskier’s bewildered gasp in its tracks, and while the sniffly bard did technically comply, he couldn’t help the groan of relief that slipped from the depths of his being as the heat—that unfaltering fire he’d always ached for but never had leave to touch—enveloped him.
As he began to drift off, awash in bliss as much as in congestion, Jaskier felt Geralt stir with an unspoken question behind him. “Yes, mby dear Witcher?” he prompted.
Geralt was silent for a moment. Then, “...cake-hearted?”
Jaskier scoffed reproachfully, turning it into a dramatic snuffle which served him all the same. “You mbustd’t laugh at mbe, Geralt. I have—ahhh–hah-hih’TISSH-IEW!—a terrible cold.”
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PALI: Try one more time!
AQUA: HMMMM-- Ugh, nothing. That binding seal is too strong. I can’t teleport at all.
PALI: So what, we’re just stuck here until they come back?
AQUA: Hey, I’m sure they’re coming back as we speak. Oh, I think I hear them!
CYTO: shit shit shit shit shit sHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIIIIIIIIIT!!!
ORCHID: Hey what the FUCK is that!?
AQUA: There’s was a binding spell in one of the antechambers, and I think that’s what it was binding!
ORCHID: Well c’mon let’s teleport outta here already let’s fucking go!
PALI: We can’t. The spell is locking us in here too. We need to find the exit.
ORCHID: Well that thing is currently blocking our only exit!
CYTO: Are we in trouble? Is that thing gonna kill us??
AQUA: Not if we can help it. Pali, Orchid, you grab its attention. I’ll try and clear the exit.
PALI: Right!
ORCHID: Whatever gets us outta here faster.
AQUA: Cyto, you stay here, it might be a bit too dangerous for you. Let us handle this, okay?
CYTO: Uh, s-sure...
AQUA: And for some added protection...
[Aquamarine used Aurora Veil]
ORCHID: Man, it’s about damn time. I’ve been waiting to really let loose.
[Orchid used Fire Punch]
[Palisander used Telekinesis]
AQUA: Okay, I’ll be right back.
[Aquamarine cast Phase Body]
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apparently you can buy a replacement keyboard for a 2015 macbook air for about $60, so if worst comes to worst and the apple store wants to charge me an exorbitant amount, I can attempt surgery.
if that doesn't work, well, I've had this thing since 2017 and it's apparently actually nearly a decade old so. might just have to bite the bullet and get a new laptop. which is not a decision i wanted to make bc costwise (and steam game-wise) i think im gonna have to get a PC next. and I HATE PC SO MUCH. but mac is also. so SO expensive and like half my steam games can't be played on mac anymore.
but also, ideally would not have to buy a new laptop bc that is a credit card bill i will take uh, a few months to pay off. BIG YIKES.
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