"do not think this changes anything," jaskier says, clutching geralt. "i'm still extremely cross with you."
geralt cannot say anything; he's overwhelmed by the warm and safety of being in jaskier's arms. he can't be sure, but he thinks coming home must feel like this. and he breathes in jaskier's scent deeply so he might never forget it again.
"you have to let me go eventually, geralt," jaskier mumbles, voice considerably softer than before. his grip has hardly slackened.
no, geralt thinks. he'll never let jaskier go again.
i’ll never understand people who can’t make fun of their faves a little. like yes i love this character and would defend them to my grave but also they’re stupid sometimes and they do dumb things and imma make fun of them for it
"I want," the man said to the art robot, and then described an image in some detail.
"Certainly," said the art robot. A printout came out of its chest.
"Thank y- Hey! What's this?"
"A list of artists who make images of the kind you describe, and who are accepting commissions."
This is a horror story to a techbro and a feel-good comedy to anyone with a sense of human decency.









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