Post the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.
I was tagged by @the-winter-witcher Thank you! 💜
“The scraps he was getting each night were not helping him and he needed to subdue his growing need before it became uncontrollable.”
As always, only if you would like to do this, I’m tagging: @thewitchcaptain @whatevermonkey @disasterboysandtheirgruffloves @not-so-silent-back-up @jaskiegg @jaskier-has-my-heart @rosestormclare and anyone else who would like to do this
Ehhhh I’ve been on a long writers block so I have to pull the last thing I remember writing lol
They struggled against the hold, snarling at Lambert and Eskel as they were pulled towards the door.
Ehhhhhh idk who hasn’t been tagged yet… so sorry if you have been!
@fruitysoakedbih @consultingskeletondetective @cauldron-stories @dinahdarling @teddylacroix @humii369
And anyone else who hasn’t been tagged yet!
Ah this is awesome! But I also feel a little shown up with how little I’ve done on my wip…
‘He was figiting and his eyes were wide and nervous, Geralt was glad that had never changed.’
@disasterboysandtheirgruffloves thanks for the tag!
thanks for tag my dear Bee <3
“No, darling, I won’t leave you, I don’t care that you’re a werewolf…” Geralt relaxed, knowing he didn’t hurt his sweet bird or let anyone else do it and his nightingale wouldn’t leave him….
and a little teaser for another fic ;) (it doesn’t feel right to just leave the thing i already posted)
“If you want, you can stay here“ Lambert offered, hoping that maybe his instincts are correct and THIS cat was a friend “And heal before you head out, back into the wild“
tagging @mydarlingwitcher, @jasxier, @jaskiersvalley Hope you all have with this li’l game <3
Thanks for tagging me, dear <3 “"Oh, you’d be surprised, dear, to find out that there are things they never taught you in that fancy Witcher school of yours"
Thank you for tagging me, my lovely <3
Here is a snippet from the end of chapter 4 within my original novella, that is currently giving me the worlds worst writers blog:
Her hands shook as she sat up and held the ivory envelope up to the light, trying to determine who’s hand the letter was in fact written in, Delilah didn’t recall much of her childhood before her untimely death. However, one thing was certain, the letter was identical to that of her disgraceful fathers hand – she’d only seen him write on the back of envelopes a few times – but there was no denying that it was his and thus, her worst nightmare was becoming an ever-likely reality. One she could not escape.
Delilah paced the floor, constantly glancing towards the fire , half tempted to leave the letter to perish, happy to live unknowing of the fate that was waiting for her. And yet desperate to know what was in the letter and why – if he hated her so much – did he think to even write to her. Better yet, why did have her dear old grandmother deliver it to her. If it was not her fathers twisted game, then she was left baffled, confused beyond believe and unsure of who to trust within the malicious forest, that loved so dearly, to pray upon the weak.
(Plus a bonus fic for Jaskier that I’m wanting to write but I’m not 100% certain): Watching Jaskier perform ‘it’s hard to be the bard’ whilst he is intoxicated and eventually joining him onstage.