#it's possible i'll write more for whataboutthebard but i hope to get at least these two

[wren-of-the-woods]

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1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

My instinct is I'll Stand Here With You, because it was the first fic of mine that got a lot of response and still has the most kudos out of anything I've written! It's also soft and feelsy which is still a pretty good indicator of what I like to write. I wrote that over a year ago, though... If I had to pick something more recent, I might say We'll Build a Den Out of Pillows (And Get Drunk Again) for the somfts and the inspiration from TAD or Home for the feels!

7. Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of?

I answered this here, but forgot to mention that I also have worldbuilding for fics that are as-of-yet unpublished! About a year ago I did a lot of worldbuilding for a mer!Jaskier fic which was never finished but which I'm still fond of, and I have a few other ideas floating around (soulmate AUs, a winged!Jaskier AU, etc) that would be very fun to worldbuild. So I suppose the answer is "as of now, only sort of, but hopefully more will come soon!"

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

I have a few things in the works that I hope to finish in time for some of next week's What About The Bard prompts!

Here's one from a 5+1:

Yennefer looked around. The small tent was very, very cramped. There was no way they were all going to be able to lay out their bedrolls. 

Jaskier frowned, seeming to have come to the same conclusion. “Hold on. Where do we sleep?”

There was silence for a few long moments as everyone looked around them with expressions ranging from annoyance (Yennefer) to constipation (Geralt) to thoughtfulness (Jaskier). Ciri was the first one to speak.

“I guess we’ll just have to cuddle,” she said. 

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And here's a bit from a shorter one:

“Geralt,” Jaskier begins haltingly, “What—”

He is cut off by a gasp when Geralt leans down and slowly, gently brushes his lips against the back of Jaskier’s fingers in the faintest of kisses. 

“What are you doing?” whispers Jaskier. 

“Kissing them better,” says Geralt, as though it’s obvious. 

Jaskier gapes at him, speechless for what may be the first time in years. 

“It was Ciri’s idea,” says Geralt. “I thought I might try it. Unless you mind?”

“It’s fine,” squeaked Jaskier.

From this ask game!