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    Traders are a gossiping sort. If there was a scandal within the noble houses of Posada, you’d hear about it in Cretegor by the end of the week. So, the quick spread of a rumor about a little village in the Kestrel Mountain range was not at all surprising. What was surprising was the story that the traders wove. They said that Luibhtorrach, a sad, ghost of a farming town, had miraculously become a hub for trade, as if overnight. Their lands unbelievably fertile and brimming with crop. Even stranger, each and every one of Luibhtorrach’s people professed that their good fortune was the work of a mysterious beast they’d claimed as their personal deity. Most recent news foretold of their plans to throw a midsummer festival celebrating this newfound god. In preparation, silken blue banners were erected in every corner of the town, each bearing the symbol of their new patron: A delicate dandelion wrapping around a golden sun.
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    Jaskier accidentally becomes the god of a village he stumbled upon after Geralt’s post-dragon hunt meltdown. Maybe it had something to do with his new look.

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    20 Jun 2026

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    "What the fuck do you mean I've been courting you my whole life?"

    Jaskier, personification of Death, bemused and a little bit entertained, strums his lute. "You really didn't know this whole time? But I told you when we first met."

    Geralt thought about it and slowly put his hand on his face. "Fuck."

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    Geralt has been having the strangest few weeks. First, he acquires a bard from a shitty tavern in Posada who spouts some nonsense at him despite it being clear that he couldn't possibly be the person he was talking about. He's certain he would have remembered meeting him in his relatively long life.

    Second, the bard - Jaskier - doesn't seem like he's leaving any time soon despite Geralt trying to lose him.

    Third, Jaskier keeps looking at him. He keeps touching him. He keeps... He keeps. And it's doing something strange to him. His stomach flips, and he originally thought he was sick, but as time continues to pass, he has to acknowledge the fact that may or may not be acquiring feelings for said bard.

    And that horse. Why was it... green? Given, it's the lightest shade of green, but really?

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    19 Jun 2026

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    Ch. 26

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    It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a witcher in possession of sleep-deprivation, must be in want of a djinn.

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    19 Jun 2026

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    The Sandpiper network guided countless men, women, and children to safer lands. To many, it was a beacon of hope in dark times. To others, it was an uprising meant to be snuffed out.

    No one, however, had any plans in place to save the Sandpiper.

    Not even the Sandpiper himself.

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    18 Jun 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 12

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    ‘The ghosts of your past, the pain in your heart, I devour it all with pleasure.’

     

    Jaskier has a bit of foresight, an intense hatred for Destiny and too much hunger to stop pulling Geralt’s strings of fate.
    Or, maybe Jaskier was shovelling shit after all.

    A rewrite of Jaskier’s time at Geralt’s side before parting ways at the mountain.

    “I think I loved you,” Geralt whispers, frightened.
    No. No, please, no.
    “Oh honey, you loved the idea of me, you never knew me.” Jaskier grins even broader. Silly, silly Witcher. He clenches his jaw at the snap of a sudden pain. Of betrayal.
    “Why Jask? Why would you do such a thing?” Pain is so evident on the Witcher’s face, Geralt should never look like that.
    “For I hurt, Geralt. I hurt like you can’t imagine! The hunger, it aches, it never stops.” It never ever does, he needs to keep destructing. Needs to keep himself fed.

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    17 Jun 2026