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    A witcher and a bard walk into a bar.

    There's a very good reason Jaskier's a bit of a pushy knob when it comes to approaching the seemingly unavailable, and that reason has been sitting comfortably on the side of his lovely buttocks—specifically, up his right side and ending up by his hip bone—for the past two years in the form of the lingeringly-scrawled words I'm here to drink alone. Hence his insistence on scanning any room he happens to be occupying for any lonesome drinkers and the like, especially when said rooms are of the public house variety.

    (Written for Geraskier Week 2020 Day 1: Soulmates.)

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    27 Feb 2020

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    While Míriel the Broideress passes her time in Vairë’s service immortalising the great deeds of the House of Finwë, her eldest grandson turns his hand to depicting exploits of a very different nature.

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    12 Jul 2017

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    "What gives?" he says then, as he shrugs his way out of the gi and you watch the changing shadows under his collarbone. "Some chump at this party still has a turtleneck on."

    "Yeah, well, some asshole around here doesn't know how to shut up and let himself be spoiled," you say. "Get in the goddamn tub, Strider."

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    12 May 2016

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    On the list of "Things Karkat Needs to Remember To Pack for Surviving This Fucking Game, In Order of Priority," hair styling utensils fell somewhere between "rubble that crushed my lusus" and "last sweep's decomposable trash, recently unburied from the back lawnring, along with all those bodies of the undead I had to kill." In other words, somebody needs to give that boy a brush.

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    11 May 2016

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    Here, by the edge of the ocean that fed you and cradled you and damn near killed you on more than one occasion, you finally feel at home on the land.

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    05 May 2016