“It’s fine,” James grit through his teeth. “I’m fine.”
He wasn’t fine. There was a knife in his side, and getting him through the front door had been a battle. He was losing too much blood and there was nowhere else to go. Mac had to fix him quickly. He could hardly hold himself up anymore, skin pale, his weight was divided between Mac and Ivy, each of them serving as crutches at his sides, Mac taking the brunt, Ivy for balance.
Contents:PTSD, past noncon, past noncon of a minor, flashback, past use of gendered slurs, past BDSM relationship (not including whumpee), fluff, trauma recovery, fucky thoughts about family, chronic pain, brief epistolary storytelling, Tori/Vera, Edrissa/Sam, thoughts about death
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When Edrissa woke, there was someone else in the bed with her. The blankets were warm, and the bed was soft, and she could feel Sir’s slow, even breaths on the back of her neck. She suppressed a shudder and clenched her teeth. She could feel the scream building in her chest, the tears burning in her eyes – but if she kept silent, if she slid out of bed quietly and snuck in her bare feet to the door, she might be able to open it, slide through, and find someplace to keep busy for the rest of the day. She wouldn’t be hiding, she was always beaten for hiding, but if she could just find a way to avoid the clutching hands and silky, saccharine smile of her owner…
Warnings: lady whumpee with male whumper, selective mutism, stalking, creepy/intimate whumper, choking, broken ribs, burns
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It’s been a week since Devin’s birthday party. Six days since she received the texted photo from Oliver. She hasn’t gotten anything else from him, but she’s barely been able to touch her phone all week for fear that she would.
It took her a couple of days before she could speak at all, and even now the ability comes and goes seemingly at random. Today, the very first day that she’s ventured out of the house since the party, she managed to force out enough words to order her favorite mocha at the coffee shop where she does a large portion of her illustrating. Now she stands close to the pick-up counter, carefully angled where she can see the door without looking like she’s staring at everyone who walks in.
CW: Whumper POV. Explicit noncon. Broken bones. Restraints. Sexism. Slut shaming. Hate sex. Drowning. Strangulation
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The bitch had gone quiet. Those shrill whimpers had finally died down, and now she was panting silently on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze. Maybe he’d really fucked the life out of her. Maybe she’d finally realized that no one was coming to save her. That he owned her now. That whining wasn’t garnering a lick of sympathy.
Afem!geraskierheadcanon, one-shot scenario because I’m personally offended that I’ve never written lesbian geraskier:
Geralt isn’t a big fan of musicals. She really isn’t. Not even when one of her long-time friends takes (forces) her along to a college play.
“It’s to support the community.” Her friend had said, so with a lot of grumbles and backhanded comments, Geralt had gone along to the play.
They are seated somewhere in the middle, and Geralt is almost drifting off to sleep until a brown haired actress steps on the stage. She immediately takes Geralt’s attention. She’s playing a damsel in stress. One with bite. One who doesn’t want to be fucking saved and especially not marry the dimwitted prince.
Geralt likes her.
The character of course.
She has her eyes glued on the brunette during the entire play, and she’s almost disappointed when the musical ends. She tries to play it cool though (she really doesn’t want her friend forcing her to come again).
The following day, she’s sitting on a bench outside her favorite café when she sees her friend again. They chat about their upcoming deadlines until her friend notices a familiar brunette.
Geralt whips her head around, heart secretly skipping a beat, and tries to play it cool when she notices the actress from the day before. She manages to control her facial expressions, appearing calm and composed. That is until she curses her friend who tries to get the actress’ attention by excitedly waving at her.
Great. Just great.
Her friend and the actress, Jaskier apparently, chat easily about the play and the upcoming ones while Geralt just sits there and watches.
Geralt isn’t a big fan of small-talk. She really isn’t. But she’s forced to make conversation when her friend leaves and Jaskier actually keeps sitting on the same bench as her.
Jaskier is sweet though. She seems nice, Geralt thinks as Jaskier blabbers about her upcoming deadlines.
Geralt is surprised she’s managing to keep up with the conversation, but is left speechless when Jaskier takes the cup of coffee out of her hand and takes a sip.
“Oh, shit that’s bitter,” she grimaces and hands the cup back to Geralt.
She doesn’t know what to say. Instead, simply shrugs and lets Jaskier do the talking.
And Jaskier talks a lot.
It isn’t until it’s almost six in the evening that Jaskier actually becomes quiet for the first time when she remembers she had a 4PM lecture.
They laugh about it, and Jaskier comments on Geralt’s smile.
Geralt isn’t a big fan of compliments. She really isn’t. She never knows how to behave. She goes for the safe approach and compliments Jaskier’s hair.
Jaskier looks a bit weird at her and then says she’s been wanting to cut it off for ages now. Geralt says that she should just do it, vividly remembering the day where she decided to cut her own hair off. She tells Jaskier how she used to rock a buzzcut a year ago, not knowing why she’s telling her all of this.
She doesn’t know why she invited Jaskier back to her place. Doesn’t know why their eyes keep locking when they’re having takeout. Doesn’t know why she gets all warm when Jaskier is standing in front of the mirror and turns around to look at her. Doesn’t know why, when she’s touching Jaskier’s head to section her hair, her fingers hesitate when she turns on the electric shaver.
“Lesbian activity,” Jaskier snorts, and Geralt almost chokes on her spit.
Geralt isn’t a big fan of dating. She really isn’t. But when she keeps seeing Jaskier after she gave her an undercut to cope, she realizes it isn’t so bad. She doesn’t mind the longing stares. Doesn’t mind the good morning texts (even though she only gets a reply around noon). She doesn’t even mind the way Jaskier’s hand clings to hers when they’re watching a scary movie.
Jaskier says something about the movie being homophobic because you’re not supposed to scare lesbians during pride month, but Geralt is too focused on the way her soft hand feels in her palm to react. It isn’t until Jaskier practically bounces off the couch when the next jumpscare comes around that Geralt talks.
“You’re a wuss.”
How smooth.
Jaskier rolls her eyes. “I’m sorry that I don’t have nerves of steel, okay?”
Geralt cocks her head to the side and reminds the brunette that she’s usually performing on stage so she must have nerves of steel. Jaskier interjects at that and pauses the movie.
Geralt isn’t a big fan of tension. She really isn’t. She never knows what to do, doesn’t know what people expect of her, and especially doesn’t know when it’s the right time to make a move. So she lets Jaskier do her thing.
She lets Jaskier take her hand. Lets her take it up to her lips and kiss the top of it. She lets Jaskier shuffle closer. Closer and closer until their breaths are mingling and she can practically feel her.
Jaskier is soft. Oh so soft. And sweet. She tastes like the cherry soda she had been drinking during the movie, and it’s Geralt’s new favorite. Geralt pulls her closer until their bodies are flush together and she never wants to let go. Jaskier chuckles when Geralt goes to hide in the crook of her neck because she called her cute, but Geralt chooses to ignore her and kisses her again to shut her up.
Geralt isn’t a big fan of labels. She really isn’t. But when Jaskier asks her to be her girlfriend, she turns around and shows Jaskier the bouquet of flowers she got to ask her that same question.
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STATS
projects: Revolution, Retribution
words written: 18656
achievements: *this* close to finishing act one rr!
THOUGHTS
wow it’s been a minute since i’ve done a proper camp nano! i fell a little short but i still got a lot done which is a win to me
i’m also doing detailing on the outline for acts ii and iii of rr so!! aaa exciting!!!!!
this month i’m hoping to get some short form writing done after i finish act one rr hehe >:)
the stronger my bestie. haven’t touched it in a hot minute and i’ve had to scrap. most of my outline and almost all of my worldbuilding. but there is a new direction i’m taking which i’m hoping will get me out of reoutlining hell. fingers crossed!
in terms of personal life stuff! i made a uni decision and i’m very excited about it. slay
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My name is Jacques, I’m in my mid 20’s! I love reading and writing fantasy, (and romance). I especially love worldbuilding and writing magic. I’d love to talk about fantasy influences with anyone!
My main is @jacquessayshello . If you’re open to it, I crave interacting with other Writeblrs! Whether that’s through WBW, STS, writing ask games, or just random questions! I’m looking to interact with more writeblrs on here! Any interaction is valued, and I’ll always reciprocate!! Hit me up if you’re interested ❤️( ◜‿◝ )♡❤️
I make sure to be inclusive in my writing, I aim to have a variety of cast members that includes POC,people with disabilities,people with mental illness, LGBTQ+, all in the fantasy genre, and portrayed as responsibly as possible.
I write heavy themes at times that include but are not limited to: war, violence, impacts of prejudice… etc. I’ll apply TW’s to my work when they apply! But, it is also meant to be wholesome with characters learning how to be their best selves.
Novella / Prologue: The Traitor of Pyria (written 20% of first draft)
Book 1 (Oracea): Soul of the Pyre (written 50% of first draft)
Book 2 (Camaos): The Leviathan Wakes
Book 3 (Pyria): Kings Rising
titles are still being workshopped
Genre: Fantasy, Magic, Romance, Mystery, Political Intrigue
Minor Sub-Genres: Horror, Hard Magic, and Soft Magic… etc.
Setting: Medieval Setting with Nobility & Royalty
Tropes & Themes: Romance | Enemies to Lovers | Hurt / Comfort | Found Family | Coming of Age | Power & Corruption | Mental Illness | PTSD | LGBT+, POC, People with Disabilities etc.
It is a narrative of colour in a fantasy landscape!
Summary:
After mourning the Queen, bastard princess, Astrea must find the peoples responsible for murdering her mother. But now she finds, not only are they framing her, but they are trying to have her assassinated as well. She must investigate these people to figure out the connection.
She must navigate the astute racism Oracea has chained down on her. She must discover the true meaning of her blood magic. She must see empires fall to see new ones rise. She must devour all the good in the world, to sprout some greatness in its wake. She must kill kings to become one herself.
Some neat things it features!
Lots of Magic!
Magic that manipulates souls! Magic that manipulates fire! Magic that corrupts souls! Addictive magic that slowly corrupts and kills the user! It even corrupts others and turns them into monsters! There are categories of Magic all with their own rules!
Monsters!
The “New Magic” they discovered corrupts life forms! It can corrupt those who use it and those it steals life from! It can turn a puppy into a disfigured monster. It can turn a 20 year old mage into someone who looks 80 years old just because they used the magic!
Worldbuilding!
There’s lots of lore! Lots of histories! Every nation is inspired by a real life country and its respective histories!
Romance!
The main ship is a bi man and a bi woman! There is both a mlm and wlw with side, and main characters!
Main Characters!
Bastard Princess Astrea (19F)
Shunned because of her mixed heritage, she learns to learn more about herself and her joint cultures.
Astreas Royal Siblings:
Prince LouisandDaughter- Heir Elayna both represent opposing views of the nation. Louis represents the half of the nation that hates Astrea and her mixed heritage. Elayna represents the few that love Astrea and what she signifies for the future.
Sir Antor (45M)
He is Astreas Magic teacher, and one of the only foreigners of the same decent as Astrea. Because of this, the capital thinks he is her true father. But,only Antor man knows of her true heritage and potential. He is a hero in their country of origin, but in this other land, he is nothing but a blacksmith and tutor for a bastard Princess.
Elijah (24M).
A favourite character for readers so far! He is a wild card. He’s charismatic, conniving, manipulative, deceitful, and looking for Antor. He comes from Antor’s homeland, looking for the Hero Antor used to be. Instead, he finds Astrea, and sees the potential in Astrea that the world is not ready for.
There are more Side Characters, but these ones are probably the most important in the beginning to grab someone’s interest!
Like they don’t necessary have to drop an f bomb in every sentence but if they bang their funny bone, get annoyed, or are struggling to open something theyll let something fly.
Lucifer hates it and says it’s unbecoming so he’s implemented a swear jar. MC, Mammon, and Satan are the largest contributors
However MC has a special swear jar of their own for biblical swears. He’s learned the hard way humans have a unique and vulgar habit of referencing big papa. Simeon supports the swear jar system but for vastly different reasons
Winners include: god damn it, fucking Christ, for the love of God, good lord, I swear to fucking god
Watch your tongue MC
MC: *hits toe on table leg*
MC: God-fucking-damnit!
Mammon: *spits the water he was drinking*
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[ Levi and MC were playing games in his room. They finally win an especially difficult co-op level after playing for three hours. ]
Leviathan: *happy snek noises* Hooray, MC! We won—
MC: *screaming in the WWE anchor voice* FUCK YEAH MOTHERFUCKERS! HOW YOU LIKE THAT?!
Leviathan: *crawls into his bathtub quaking*
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Lucifer: *enjoying the silence of his office*
MC: *tries to enter the room but spots SatanandBelphegor hiding in the corner in the last second*
MC: Jesus fucking Christ! You scared the shit out of me!
Satan:
Belphegor:
Lucifer: *heard everything inside his office* One evening. Just one. Peaceful. Evening.
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MC: *staring at the huge pile of homework in front of them*
MC: All of this is due…tomorrow?!
Simeon: Yes, even I think it is unreasonable.
MC: Oh God, fuck me.
Simeon: *freezes*
Simeon: *clears throat* MC…you might want to…review what you just said…
MC: *shakes their head* Not in the slightest. Considering the academic workload at R.A.D, I might even take the offer up to him.
Simeon: *dies on the inside but smiles through the pain* Good Heavens….
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MC: *opens fridge to get ingredients for dinner preparation only to find the fridge empty*
MC: BEEL!
Beelzebub: *sticks head out from behind the wall* Hmm?
MC: *angry human noises while pointing at the empty fridge*
Beelzebub: Oh, sorry about that. Fangol practice ran late and I was really hungry, so…
MC: *huffs* I swear to fucking God I’m done with this goddamn house getting on my goddamn nerves all the fucking time—
Beelzebub: *too shocked to speak*
Lucifer: *shouts from the living room* MC! LANGUAGE!
MC: *shouts back* THEN TELL HIM TO STOP EATING ALL MY GODDAMN FOOD!
Lucifer: STOP BRINGING FATHER INTO EVERYTHING!
MC: YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER!
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*meanwhile God sneezing uncontrollably in the Celestial Realm while Michael blows every healer’s head off because they cannot figure out why he is sick*
So I came across this post by @ai-dev and it got me thinking:
So…here I am!
[ includes: angst, death, mentions of blood, trauma ]
[ A/N: This is written from their personalities and characters in Lesson 16. They came to know MC much more intimately afterwards. These are just my thoughts and in no way are to be equated to the canonical events. ]
LUKE is absolutely aghast. Anyone who had spent even a minute in the same room as him knew about how deep his hatred for the demon kind ran, but it stung nonetheless. He was still an angel in the making, and even though he might not have not known MC for that long or that well, he had wanted to. From the moment they stood up for him, he had developed an innocent attachment that grew deeper over the days. His habit of quick association often got him reprimanded in the Celestial Realm, but for the first time he understood why. Because it stung. Like being stabbed in the chest with a jagged glass shard. It stung because he lost the person he wanted to care for, and even more when he was the one to blame. Angels were meant to be pure inside and out, but the venom targeted towards demons that now brewed in his heart charred its walls. But there was only so much of one emotion his little body could handle, so the moment he was done raging he broke down into fits of unsuccessfully suppressed sobs. All while his guardian angel cradled him in his arms…
…speaking of who, was in deep conflict. SIMEON hadn’t known them for long, but he could tell that their soul was salubrious. He had been reigning himself from indulging too much, but his heart knew only to resist temptations, not the kindness and warmth they approached him with. And before he knew it, they had become fast friends. They were such a wonderful being, full of dreams, ambitions and a brightness that seemed to follow them everywhere. But it wasn’t just them he was reaching out to, it was to his long lost brothers as well. But when they all made it ample clear with both their words and actions that they wanted to have nothing to do with their former home anymore, Simeon couldn’t put in words how anguished he felt. He never hated them for what they did; if anything, deep down he had always lamented his cowardice that stopped him from joining them. Until now, their demonic natures had seemed like something very far away, for in his eyes they were still the same brothers he had lost, as if they had never disappeared in the first place. But now that something had happened which shoved reality in his face, Simeon didn’t know what to do. He was hanging onto a thin string between denial and remorse. He can only look on at his fellow tenant, who keeps alternating between staring out of the window and at Luke’s tiny form…
…SOLOMON is no stranger to death. Indifference is expected from a being cursed with immortality. But despite having associated with a multitude of creatures throughout the course of his peculiar life, at his very core he still functioned with the fickleness of a human. Because that is something he once was; destructible, volatile. Somedays he doesn’t care, some days he does. He does feel upset over the gloom MC’s demise had brought upon, but he doesn’t feel like it’s his place to avenge their death or anything. He didn’t know them that well, having only had fleeting conversations with them. But they were enough to paint an overall good picture of them, good enough to feel that they didn’t deserve the hand fate had dealt them with. All he can do is keep moving, the way he always has and the way he always will.
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“You know, for a monarchy, the King doesn’t seem to play much of a role in your affairs.”
“Well, It’s embarrassing to admit, but we’ve rather lost track of them.”
“Lost track of them?”
“Quite so. We know we have a monarch, but we don’t know who they are or where they reside.”
“… okay, you’re going to have to run that by me again.“
“To be blunt, the last King had something of a roving eye. While we’re reasonably certain one of his numerous illegitimate offspring has inherited the divine mantle, we’re not sure which one – if, indeed, it’s even one we know about.”
“Can’t you just, you know, pick one?“
“Heavens, no. Our monarch rules by divine right. The land is bound to them. Its prosperity and weather reflect their health and moods. The sacred bond is clearly responding to something, so we can rest assured that a living monarch exists, but none of the candidates we’ve tested have panned out.”
“So, the rain of opera-singing fish last Tuesday…?“
“Wherever our current King or Queen is, they’re evidently having a fantastic time.”
Hey@emelkae here’s that other excerpt I wanted to share with your ask!
Some context: Kaori is around 17 here and Nix is around 15. Nix has been assigned to a squad with Ren and Kuda who he has never gotten a long with. He’s known to be a bit hot-headed and to do his own thing on missions, which causes conflict with the other squad members. In this particular instance he warned the others that they were walking into a trap but they refused to listen and insisted on going in anyway. Nix refused to go with them, and Ren, the squad’s leader was captured. Kuda of course doesn’t say it was their fault, but pins the blame on Nix.
So Kaori is risking provoking her dad, all out against herself to go defend Nix? If I’m reading this right. I need to get to know the cherries a bit better.
“It’s not up to you,” her father’s voice had returned to it’s usual cold, flat tone. It’s stark contrast to Jiren’s yelling gave his words more weight. It was like they filled the entire room, leaving no room for anything else. Jiren blanched but set his jaw stubbornly.
Friends, it happened. I have given into my darker angels and darkest urges…Here’s a part of a J/askier Snuggles Alllll the Sick W/itchers fic.
Please do not read if you don’t like c /ontagion or sneezing on others or referenced mess. There is definitely some hints of…sexual tension… in this, too.
So if any of that squicks, don’t click, because I love all of you and want you all to feel safe and happy. :)
(Featuring G/eralt and L/ambert. So far. )
One of the best things about being the sole human visitor at K/aer M/orhen is that J/askier rarely slept alone.
Part three…. If you are looking for any plot, accurate characterizations and actual dialogue, this is NOT the one. Turn back now and save yourself.
This is c/ ontagion p0rn at this point. This is messy (meaning: like really gross) and, let’s face it, only getting worse every time I add to it. This section is also NSFW (but only very generally described) and that part of it is G/eraskier.
J/askier woke to the sound of a trembling gasp, tried to shift and stretch and found himself pinned. Ah, right, there was a sleeping w/itcher on either side, anchoring him with their combined weight.
Part FOUR…. It is my birthday eve, dear friends, and I wanted to give you guys a gift! It’s been, frankly, a horrible year in real life and snzblr was truly my escape. SO thank you! LOVE you guys! This is the- inevitable!- conclusion to this fic…you knew it had only one place to go J/askier catches this terrible cold at long last. (I know promised some hot springs but I just couldn’t get my brain to cooperate. Sorry to disappoint!)
This has as all the same great gross stuff as the previous parts. Mess. Sneezing on people. Gratuitously out-of-character snuggling. :D
After two days of hoping that the growing soreness in his throat and the little tickle beneath the bridge of his nose were simply figments of an over-active imagination and had nothing to do with his nightly proximity to three sniffling, sneezing witchers, J/askier finally had to admit that he might have maybe caught a teensy weensy bit of the witchers’ cold himself.
Piett would dearly like to strangle his good friend General Veers and the clone medic in charge of this medical bay, and not have to deal with Vader asking him awkward questions.
(Helix is finally back in one of stories! Having existed in all of one very short story before, and apparently went wandering the fandom and picked up a useful specialization.)
