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ironwoman359 · 1 year

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Soooo I was looking through my drafts because there's posts in there years old, and I found this old fanfiction question list that my dear friend @thuriweaver tagged me in two years ago and I thought what the heck, I'll fill that out tonight because I've been trying to work on writing more lately. So, without further ado...

1.How many works do you have on AO3?

95!

Though I've written more, there are things on @ironwhumper359 and @ironwoman359-writes that aren't fandom related and are only on tumblr, and there's probably some other things on my masterlist that aren't on AO3 either, maybe I ought to comb through it at some point and upload more!

2. What is your total AO3 word count?

333,493! And fun fact, I just counted that up manually from all 95 fics because I thought AO3 didn't display that stat, but it turns out I just wasn't logged in. The stat page says I actually has 335,438 words, so either I missed a fic or it includes the author's notes or summaries in that count.

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

If you look at the fandom list it has 10, but I think 5 is a more accurate count, which I'll explain in a sec. These are the fandoms on AO3:

Sanders Sides (Web Series) (87)

Super Mario & Related Fandoms (3)

Marvel Cinematic Universe (3)

Undertale (Video Game) (3)

Leverage (2)

Video Blogging RPF (2)

Who Killed Markiplier? (Web Series) (1)

In Space With Markiplier (Web Series) (1)

Six of Crows Series - Leigh Bardugo (1)

Markiplier TV (Web Series) (1)

The thing is, the two fics in the "video blogging" fandom are markiplier ego fics and I'd lump those, Who Killed Markiplier, In Space With Markiplier, and Markiplier TV all as one fandom, and also, all the Super Mario fics and MCU fics are actually both Sanders Sides AUs, so those aren't really separate fandoms either.

A better list would be:

Sanders Sides

Markiplier

Undertale

Leverage

Six of Crows

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

So this was fascinating to look at! I'm going to list them in reverse order, for the Drama.

5: How to Catch a Fairy, posted on June 16th, 2020 with 2,918 hits and 515 kudos. This is a very short little oneshot, filling a prompt from a Bad Things Happen Bingo card, "Used as Bait." I really enjoyed writing this one, but I'm surprised it's beat out so many of my other, older fics. It has almost 100 more kudos than Our Own Villain, the (admittedly incomplete) fic that is my 6th biggest in kudos and kind of put me on the map in the TSS fandom. I guess people really like fae, feral protective love interests, and analogical.

4: Phase One, originally posted on September 11th, 2020, with 3,575 hits and 532 kudos. Now this is far less surprising, the Marvel AU is one of my most popular stories, with an entire sideblog dedicated to developing it, and it is by far the story I am most asked about continuing. The story is told partly through in universe S.H.I.E.L.D. documents and internal communications, questions on @ask-agent-sanders, and traditionally posted stories. Phase One is the AO3 name for the traditional story portion of the universe, each chapter being an entry in the story. The plan was, eventually, to create a fic called Phase Two for stories taking place post-Avengers (2012) content, but I haven't updated the fic in nearly 2 years.

3: A Part of the FamILY, originally posted on May 9th, 2018, with 5,326 hits and 696 kudos. According to the author's notes, I originally wrote the fic in February of 2018 to celebrate 1,000 tumblr followers, so it makes sense that it would have a lot of kudos. It also leans HEAVILY on a lot of tropes that the TSS fandom was really into at the time, and even has song lyrics in it with links to said songs on spotify. I stand by the quality of the actual story and writing on display here, but I'd be lying if I didn't say that those aspects make me cringe just a bit today 😅

2: A Fiendly Reunion, originally posted on July 7th, 2019, with 7,621 hits and 766 kudos. This story is one of my proudest achievements, both in the TSS fandom and as a writer in general. At 30,000+ words over 10 chapters, it is the longest single fic I've ever posted, and the only multichapter fic over 4 chapters that I've ever completed, outside a Big Bang challenge I did in 2018. It took over a year to write, and was a huge passion project for me. I'm really, really happy that it's at the number two spot, and that my readers loved it as much as I did. I'd honestly be surprised that it wasn't at the number one spot, if it weren't for what IS at the number one spot...

1: Broken Wings, originally posted on September 9th, 2018 with 7,747 hits and 1,159 kudos. This fic is the most popular thing I've ever posted on AO3, and it's tumblr cross-post has over 1,000 notes, which is a lot for a fanfiction on this site. Why? It's short, at just under two thousand words, it's angsty and it's fluffy, it has protective-and-self-sacrificing Virgil, protective light sides, vague and abusive dark sides (this was 2018, ok, the fandom was a very different place then), it has wings, and to top it all off it was actually based on fanart, this amazing workby @asofterfan who came up with all the wing designs and potential dynamics that the winged sides would have, I just took their vision and translated it to words. I kind of love that my most popular work is actually something that's collaborative in nature, I think it says something about the way fandom comes together as a community <3.

5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I do! I used to not as often because I felt awkward, and I'm not gonna lie, I still do sometimes, but these days I try to respond when possible, because I really, really appreciate comments! They're absolutely everything as a creative.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I'm not really into angsty endings, very rarely do I leave something unhappy on purpose. Sometimes I start out with something unhappy, only to later go and add more fic to give it a happier ending. I'm Left in the Dark originally was a short prompt fill, chapter 1, but then I went back and wrote chapters 2 and 3 to resolve the plot.

All that to say, I think the angstiest ending out there is actually the ending of an instant of great white gravity, which is the first installment in a series I hope to write more for that I'm calling Before and After, though I haven't made it a series on AO3 yet. By it's very nature of being a prequel to the events of Who Killed Markiplier, the whole thing has big 'doomed by the narrative' energy, and even though not every fic will necessarily have a melancholy tone, great white gravity does, because it's about Will being too late to ask Celine out and having to live with watching her marry Mark instead, and about Damien watching the friend group he used to be able to count on be irrecoverably changed by this tension. Goooood angst, right there!

7. Do you ever write crossovers?

I do! Or, I've written one, at least. The Marvel AU isn't a recasting like most of my other AUs based on existing stories, the Marvel characters also exist and are in the story.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I don't believe so, no! I've been very fortunate in that regard, the little hate I have received over the years has all been in my askbox directly, never in the comments of a fic that I can recall.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope! Sex-repulsed asexual over here, but y'all have fun in your corner of the internet!

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

To my knowledge/recollection, no, but I do know that someone reposted one of my fics on Wattpad once. They credited me as the author though, so I didn't ask them to take it down, but in general, I don't like it when people do that.

11. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! Until the Sun Rises, a walking dead style zombie AU, is a collab with @buzz-by-bee, aka @a-valourous-choice, author of the To Build a Home series! We haven't updated it in a long time (oops) but it has a sideblog over on @until-the-sun-rises that has some pretty sweet fanart as well as all the content if you're interested!

You Don't Own Me (You Don't Even Know Me) also started out as a collab with @5-falsehoods-phonated, aka RoseyWinter on AO3, but he has since left the project and left me to finish our plan on my own (which I keep saying that I'll do and then not doing, whoops).

Also, I swear I've written a fic with @theinvisiblespoon, but maybe I'm just thinking of the hours we used to spend rp-ing and all the times we've talked about writing a more structured story together and then just never doing it (have you spotted the theme yet?)

12. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Oh gosh, that's so hard. Even back when I only wrote for One fandom I was a multishipper, and now I'm shipping in other fandoms? Too many good choices, how dare you make me choose. If I have to limit it to 5 all time favorites though... Analogical, Moxiety, LAMP, Kanej, and the Leverage OT3.

13. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Undertale! if you go waaay back on my AO3...or, you know, just click on the Undertale fandom link there, you can see the few works that I put out: a series of prompts for Cheer Up the Skeleton Week, an event focusing on depicting Sans as Happy for once, an OC self insert story that I quickly abandoned after a few chapters, and Your Fault, a piece about the multiverse breaking down that I'm still actually pretty proud of, all things considered.

14. What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

Oof, that may be the hardest yet. A Fiendly Reunion, because I actually finished it? A Sanders Carol, because it was my first ever Big Bang, and my first ever completed multi-chapter fic? The Secret History of the Invincible II, because it's new and exciting? They're Only Children because I have so many ideas for it? I honestly couldn't tell you. I love all of them, they're all very dear to me.

15. BONUS QUESTION: Do you have a WIP that haunts you?

Dude, all of them. If I've filtered things correctly on AO3, then of the 24 works in progress that I've started, only 9 are actually complete. That's 15 unfinished stories floating around in my mind, and I know it's actually at least 17, because there are two that show up as completed because I'm doing multiple single works in a series instead of chapters in a single work, so they look complete right now but I know that they're not, plus there's a few that never have been posted to begin with. SO many unfinished stories.

But the one that haunts me the most has to be Our Own Villain, because it is quite possibly my oldest wip, over 5 years old at this point, and it's still not finished but I want it to be so badly. Other wips I've kind of made peace with potentially not continuing, but I swear to god, OOV has to finish before I die, even if Sanders Sides as a show has changed so much since January of 2018 when I first had the idea that the whole premise is now fundamentally flawed, I just have to finish. It's my fanfiction white whale.

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This was fun! If you've never read any of my work before (tho let's be real, if you made it this far you probably have), I do have a masterlist pinned right at the top of this blog that you can check out. Most of this post was sanders sides because it's what I've written the most of, but I'm actually focusing more on some in space with markiplier and six of crows stuff fic wise, as well as my own original writing. Thanks for reading, I'm not going to tag anyone specific since this challenge is so old. Any writer who sees this and wants to do it, go for it!

#taylor talks #fanfiction #my writing #sanders sides #markiplier fanfic #longpost #long post

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nekoabiwrites · 2 years

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Signs of Affection

Thought of this one day, @thuriweaver helped push me to write it bc she's great :D

AU: None Words: 2057 Pairings: Chocobros OT4 Warnings: None. Let me know if there is anything!

Summary: Weird things keep happening... They should probably talk about it...

Showing affection was difficult for Noctis.

Growing up so sheltered within the Citadel walls, he’d not had a lot of experience showing or even receiving affection. His ‘princely training’ or whatever had not helped him either, along with the downward spiral and anguish left after the Marilith attack and the subsequent recovery. The combination of both had hindered him greatly. This meant that once he’d entered this complicated relationship with his companions, Noctis still found it hard to break out of his shell when it came to expressions of love.

Not that any of them had complained or would even consider doing so. They’d all known Noctis for long enough that they weren’t expecting the grand gestures of romance that Gladiolus was partial to or the awkward yet endearing clinginess that Prompto tended towards. They were content with Noctis simply staying the way he’d always been, the same man they’d all fallen for.

But things kept happening. Small, miniscule things.

“So, you guys’ve noticed it too, right?” Gladio asked, his voice low.

It had been a taxing day. Far too many Voretooth ambushes and, once the rain had started, Giagantoad fights, on top of having tracked down and defeated a pair of Kujatas. Thankfully, they had enough to splurge on a decent hotel room for the night. Noctis was already dead asleep in one of the beds after having been pushed to his limit from all the fighting, he’d fallen into statis several times throughout the day leaving him utterly exhausted. Meanwhile, the other three had congregated around the small table to discuss the recent phenomena they had been experiencing.

“You mean, that thing?” Prompto leant forward, practically stage-whispering in order to keep his voice down.

“I believe the first thing we should ask is,” Ignis crossed both his legs and his arms as he thought, “when did it begin.”

Apparently, Gladio had been the first to have such an experience and it had been a few months back. They’d been camping out on Emmelle Haven, preparing to tackle the Balouve Mines. It was while Prompto and Ignis had been out collecting supplies and information from Longwythe. Gladio was on lookout, but didn’t want the time to go to waste so he’d decided to get some exercise in. He had just finished up the last of his push up reps and had sat up on his heels for a quick breather before continuing to his next exercise when it happened.

It had felt like something, or rather someone, had kissed his shoulder blade. Featherlight and barely noticeable, but still he’d definitely felt it.

Gladio turned to look over his shoulder to catch whoever it was – thinking maybe that Prompto had managed to finally sneak up on him, but he found the space empty. Turning to look over his other shoulder, Gladio just caught the tell-tale sole of a boot disappearing behind the tent flaps. A smile tugged at his lips as he thought back on the moment.

“Didn’t think too much of it at the time.” Gladio shrugged and relaxed further into his chair.

Prompto dropped his chin into his hands, pouting, “So, it started just before the mines, which means…” His head shot up with a gasp and a grin, “I was next?!”

Ignis was a second too late, but he still reached over and clapped a hand over Prompto’s mouth, “Keep your voice down, Prompto. Tell us what happened. Quietly.” He waited until Prompto nodded before removing his hand.

Prompto’s was just after they’d gotten rid of that awful daemon at the bottom of the mines. After getting the royal arm from the tomb and climbing their way back out, Prompto was so thankful to be out in the open air again that everything looked like a fantastic photo opportunity. They were making their way down the hill, back to the dirt road when he’d stopped and pulled out his camera.

Whatever his subject was, Prompto couldn’t remember, but he did know that he’d been carefully setting up for the shot when he felt something.

First, it was a slight brush of something against his shoulder. Prompto thought, for a brief moment, that it was one of them trying to tell him to get a move on – it wouldn’t have been the first time, he recalled with a pout. He vaguely remembered going to open his mouth to tell them he’d be there in a moment.

The whisper of lips against his cheek silenced him. Prompto had taken his eye from the viewfinder with the expectation of seeing Ignis just a few steps ahead, silently urging him back down to their campsite. But there was nothing of the sort.

Well, Ignis was a short distance away, but his back was to Prompto. Gladio was further down by the road, past the metal fencing that tried (and failed) to keep people away from the mines and Noctis was taking a step closer to his advisor in order to look at something in Ignis’ hands – probably the map they’d marked up with the known and possible sites of the royal tombs.

Prompto was confused. Maybe he’d imagined it? He thought he had. But it had happened again, a few weeks later and then a few more times after that too.

“I missed that shot at Wiz’s, of that chocobo trying to nip at Iggy’s hair because of that.” Prompto whined with yet another pout.

Ignis decided to ignore Prompto’s last statement, “That does seem consistent…”

“What about you, Iggy?” Gladio asked, “Gonna share yours?”

After fiddling with his glasses for a moment, Ignis recounted his experience.

As far as he could remember, it was a few days after they’d left the Longwythe area. They were spending a few days completing several minor hunts for a little more spending money – it also gave them a better lay of the land so, all in all, a worthwhile use of their time.

They were out at one of the few havens surrounding Alstor as the sunlight was finally beginning to fade. Prompto and Gladio were sat around the crackling fire already, relaxing after a long day of running across Duscae. Ignis had already set out all his usual cooking implements before crouching down to their cooler to check what they had on hand, making sure to plan around their limitations accordingly.

He was reviewing their collection of fish, as Noctis had given him several more that day, when an odd sensation touched the top of his head.

Ignis raised his gaze and turned to inspect his surroundings, focusing firstly above him. A part of him expected to find someone there, ready to say or ask something, yet there was nothing but open sky. All around him, there was nothing out of the ordinary. The only thing that caught his attention was Noctis slipping into the camping chair nearby, the prince’s attention directed fully to his phone screen.

He’d brushed it off in the moment, but it had kept popping up into his mind as he couldn’t quite figure out what had happened.

Prompto coo’d as Ignis flushed lightly, “That is so cute.”

“But that ain’t all of ‘em, right? There’s been more.” Gladio pointed out, clearly thinking deeply.

The others agreed and continued to discuss their experiences. They all had shared experiences of barely-there kisses to their necks or shoulders as they began to drift off to sleep, both within the tent and as they shared beds in hotels. In fact, it seemed that one of them got preferential treatment in such an area which Prompto giggled over as Ignis, once again, blushed softly.

“It’s okay, Iggy.” Prompto patted Ignis’ arm, having resituated himself to perch on the arm of the chair Ignis was sitting in and throwing his legs over Ignis’ own, “I think we all get where he’s coming from.” As if he needed to reinforce his words with action, Prompto pressed his own soft kiss to the column of Ignis’ throat.

“Yeah, no bad feelings here.” Gladio mirrored the gunslinger’s action on the opposite side, effectively pinning the advisor between them both.

Ignis’ cheeks burned hot and turned a deeper shade of red, “Could we please get back to the topic at hand?” He tried valiantly to steer the conversation back away from himself.

With light laughter, they did get back on track. They discussed the other sleepy habits that they found related, before Prompto brought up a separate, yet associated idea.

“I dunno if it’s just me, but like… what about the ones with injuries?”

Ignis and Gladio looked at him with unreadable expressions that somehow still radiated concern.

Prompto quickly backtracked, hands flailing slightly, “Not like super bad ones or anything. Sometimes its not even when there is an injury or cut or something. Just like, when looking for them?”

His harried explanation seemed to quell their concern for now, and they thought on it for a moment. Gladio recalled just after he’d returned with his two new scars that there had maybe been something like that, but it wasn’t exactly just limited to one of them. Ignis couldn’t entirely pull up a memory associated with such a thing, but Prompto pointed out that Ignis rarely got super hurt anyway and – if he did – he almost never let them see it. Both of the other men did have the self-awareness to at least show some regret for their previous actions in the face of Prompto’s accusations.

Prompto, on the other hand, could think of quite a few times. Mostly it was when they’d had a long day with a ton of ambushes, and he’d used a ton of ammo and fallen a bunch in his attempt at getting clean shots that avoided hitting his teammates/friends/lovers. His fingers tended to ache a lot on those days. Some of those days, it had been noticed that he was careful when helping set up camp. Despite his insistence that he was fine, Prompto found his hands being carefully inspected for any cuts. He swore a hundred times over that at least once, he felt the ghost of a kiss to his fingers.

Gladio snorted in amusement, settling back in his seat again, “Well, ain’t that just adorable?”

Prompto laughed awkwardly for a moment before launching back into the conversation. They were managing to recall far more experiences than they’d originally thought. It was occurring to them that these weren’t just random, one-off things – they were actually a pattern of behaviour.

“Not sure if this counts at all, but you guys had those like joke blown kisses?” Gladio thought aloud, seemingly absent-mindedly.

Prompto and Ignis thought for a moment. They couldn’t recall any of them specifically. “Aren’t those usually directed towards you, Gladio? Usually after some ridiculous argument or challenge you two go through?” Ignis accusingly asked, a hint of fond frustration behind his words.

“I guess.” Gladio replied almost defensively.

The rest of their evening continued like this. Discussing their experiences and seeing where the links were, finding out which ones stuck with each of them more. Prompto mentioned a moment from before their road trip even began where he was pretty sure he got a soft kiss to his forehead when he was laying on that huge plush bed after they’d experimented with alcohol for the first time – his memories were kind of fuzzy from that day and Prompto got some unimpressed looks at his recollection. Gladio recalled a few moments where one of the blue holograms were practically in front of his face, yet there was the ghost of a feeling across his lips in the moment before. Ignis agreed and recalled his own similar experience from earlier that day.

It ended in the early hours of the morning. The men turned off the lights in the hotel room finally and slipped under the sheets.

As they settled down, they all agreed in barely audible whispers to not mention any of their discussion to Noctis. It was heart-warming that their closed off prince had found his own way of expression his feelings. Bringing it up to him could cause him to regress and none of them wanted to make him feel like that. Instead, they’d continue to pretend like they noticed nothing. They’d express themselves their own way and let Noctis keep doing it his way.

#final fantasy xv #noctis lucis caelum #ignis scientia #prompto argentum #gladiolus amiticia #chocobros ot4 #fluff #ff15

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festival-of-pudding · 2 years

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this post was languishing in my drafts, and then this morning I got two kudos out of nowhere and I took that as a sign to finish it <3

@finduilasclln tagged me to list my five favorite fics I've ever written. I'm choosing only from stuff I posted on AO3, which narrows things down a lot (this was hard enough lol).

#5 – I Will Remember You [2021, 9-1-1, gen] I’m proud of almost everything I’ve written for weewoo, but I’m most proud of this one. It’s not sexy or funny, just a little ode to the firefam. One of those fics where you’re like “idk why I wrote this, but I’m glad I did”.

#4 – Made for You [2017, Rhett/Link, E] I love every Rhink AU I ever came up with, but this one wins because I was absorbed in it for the better part of a year and I freaking loved it. I loved everything about this world. It's one of my favorite Rhetts. I still like to listen to the title song and smile. :)

#3 – Reconnaissance [2011, implied Sif/Loki, M] I wrote a bunch of Sif/Loki stuff after I saw the first Thor movie, but this is the only thing I posted. It's a funky little twisted interlude and I still really dig it. Good times.

#2 – Untitled (Collectors Items) [2011, CBS Moonlight, multi] I had a writing renaissance in 2011, and this was the fic that started it. I decided to write something "self-indulgent" (a phrase I now hate almost as much as "guilty pleasure") and just turned all my fave tropes/kinks up to 11 and went nuts. I fucking LOVED writing this. And it gave me my favorite OC ever, Janie, who I still think about fondly. (Janie/Doris/Trudy boss ass bitches forevah) It's a snapshot of a specific time in my life and I get warm and fuzzy whenever I remember it.

#1 – Renovatio [2012, The Hollow Crown] One day me and my BFF @bocere were squeeing over Twiddlebug when I had a flash of inspiration, wrote this in one sitting, and immediately posted it on LJ for her. It was totally random and to this day I think it's some of my best writing, stylistically. One of those rare euphoric moments when it flows out of you effortlessly. God bless the glory that was red-headed Tom Hiddleston 🙏🏻👑

I'm gonna tag some peeps I want to see toot their own horn: @dulcetash, @thuriweaver, @bocere, @missypup, @apparentlynotreallyfinnish 💖

#writing meme #writingtag #my fic #rhink #sif/loki #the hollow crown #moonlight cbs #911 abc #fp:myposts

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arialerendeair · 1 year

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I posted 2,570 times in 2022

That's 1,012 more posts than 2021!

106 posts created (4%)

2,464 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@cenedrariva

@cuubism

@theawkwardterrier

@murderturtles

@thuriweaver

I tagged 1,173 of my posts in 2022

#dreamling - 618 posts

#dream of the endless - 245 posts

#the sandman - 183 posts

#aria posts - 146 posts

#hob gadling - 127 posts

#sandman - 83 posts

#yes - 58 posts

#malec - 50 posts

#i love this - 45 posts

#my heart - 30 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#but i really do believe people need to understand it’s not loving the source media as much as it is loving the relatability of the media

My Top Posts in 2022:

Challenge Mode

50,000 words.

48 Hours.

Starting now.

Wish me luck!

65 notes - Posted November 19, 2022

I’ve seen so much meta and so many posts about Nightmare as Dream’s other form, but I am obsessed with the other side of Nightmare’s coin.

What about Daydream? What about Dream when he’s in the fresh blush if love that’s like the first days the flowers bloom in spring? What about Dream when he had a wife and son and his son’s music echoed across the Dreaming?

What about two parents who were so tied to creation, teaching their son to sing, and to play music, and the Dreams that must have been created before it turned to sorrow. What about the happy side of the coin?

I’m just having a lot of emotions about Dream’s other aspects. I just. I love Nightmare. I love writing Nightmare (and Torment, who is a step beyond Nightmare in my mind), and their opposites. Who are Dream, and… well. Daydream.

66 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

Alec Lightwood Birthday Bash - Prompt Fill

From @to-the-stars-writing

I've seen a thousand amnesia fics, one or the other forgetting who they are, but what about a dual-amnesia fic where something happens on a mission or because of a spell and the others come in to find Magnus and Alec both temporarily forgot who they are, but they're still flirting like crazy with one another

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When Alec woke up, there were three problems immediately apparent.

Number one, he was chained to the wall.

Number two, he no longer had his stele, his bow, or seraph blades.

Number three, there was someone else across the cell and he looked like he was in even worse shape, if that was somehow even possible. Which meant that he was going to be rescuing not just himself, but someone else too.

"Hey," Alec hissed, glancing toward the ominous looking door. "Hey, open your eyes. I can't do this alone, and need your help."

No movement, which meant that the other man was truly unconscious. Alec frowned as he took the other man in properly - pants that, angels below, were they painted on? A shirt that was... less fabric than it was supposed to be based on the slashes he could see, and a faint sheen of glitter on his eyes and hair could only mean one thing. He was trapped in this cell with a warlock, for angels knew whatever reason.

Alec looked around the cell again and tugged at his chains. He had a little bit of give, which was more of a blessing than he would have expected, and his feet weren't chained to the ground. Another quick check confirmed that he still had his boots, and even though the small knife he kept in the holster was gone (dammit, Jace was going to pout about that for hours, that had been a present), what he actually needed was not.

Taking a second, Alec took a deep breath and focused - most of his runes had expired, but he could still hear the sound of guards much further down from their cell. The only breathing he could hear belonged to him and the warlock nearby. Which meant if he made a little bit of noise it wasn't going to bring anyone running. He looked down at his boots and took a deep breath, testing all of his weight on the chains for a long moment.

"Why do I get the feeling that you're about to do something devastatingly ridiculous that only shadowhunters know how to do?"

Alec looked up at the quiet voice and saw that the warlock was awake, relaxing. At least he wouldn't have to be running around with an unconscious body. That would have made things frustrating and unreasonably difficult. "You have a better idea? Magic, maybe?" he hissed back.

The warlock hummed and shook his head. "Unfortunately, however we ended up here and based on the..." he wrinkled his nose and licked his lips. "Memory loss drought I can still taste the after effects of, my magic has either been drained, or I spent all of it. I'm not without some skills, but nowhere near your own, I imagine."

"I'll stand for you being able to walk," Alec muttered, ignoring the way that sparkling gold nail polish on his fingers shone on the faint light of the cell. "You injured anywhere?"

"Thankfully no." A faint rustle. "I am, however, not standing on the ground, so all of my weight has been on my shoulders and arms."

Alec winced in sympathy. That was going to mean he'd be able to walk but not do much in the way of fighting while his arms got their feeling back. "I should be able to get us out of here," he reassured and looked up at his hands again. "This might take me a couple of tries."

He took a deep breath and lifted his legs carefully out in front of him. Breathe in deep, and then move. Shifting slowly with his grip against the chains, Alec brought his legs up further, bending himself almost in half to fumble with the secret latch on the side of his boots.

"Darling, yoga instructors would envy that flexibility," the warlock praised. "Not to mention that it does give one a wide variety of IDEAS, the nature of which is entirely inappropriate for our current predicament."

Alec fought down the urge to snort, his arms starting to burn before he'd worked the lock pick half out of his boot. He dropped his legs back down and breathed through the burning of his arms. "Fuck, I need at least one more round."

The warlock chuckled. "Please feel free to do that as many times as you like. I am quite enjoying the view. I might enjoy a more practical demonstration later."

Alec snorted. "Pretty sure this is not the place to be flirting."

"On the contrary, it's the perfect place to be flirting," the warlock correct. "My name is Magnus, and I will be happy to take you out to dinner after this is over."

"Your wife wouldn't like that," Alec said, his eyes drifting to the ring on Magnus' finger. He took another deep breath and forced himself to relax, waiting for the burning to subside.

Magnus looked at the ring on his finger, blinking in surprise. "I've never had a wife, or a husband, mind you I am as equal opportunity as it comes. Where did..." he flinched, his head aching. "Ah, memory loss potion, right."

Alec gave him a rueful grin. "If it's any consolation at all, I would have said yes if you weren't attached." He'd never met someone as beautiful as Magnus in all of his life. If he'd had the chance, he probably never would have let someone like the warlock go. "All right, let's try this again."

Alec swung his legs up in an easy, determined motion and waited, breathing hard, for his fingers to bump against the lock pick. It took three more tugs, but at last it was free in his fingertips and he could drop his feet again with a groan. His whole body was sore and he was going to pay for doing that without runes tomorrow, that was for sure. "All right, now to see if I remember how to do this..."

Magnus hummed. "Where did a shadowhunter learn the art of lockpicking, I might wonder," he said, watching as the shadowhunter bit his lip in concentration, his eyes drawn back to the delicious sight of those lips reddening.

"My siblings," Alec said, and that was enough explanation, apparently, for Magnus, who said nothing further as he finished getting himself completely unlocked, carefully resting the chains against the wall.

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What it says on the tin - and I love it.

95 notes - Posted October 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

A Knight’s Favor

Okay hear me out.

Renaissance Fair - Hob drags Dream along for the fun of it all, mostly for an excuse to wear some of his oldest clothing, and his replica claymore (with dulled edges), attracting attention from everyone as he and Dream move together.

They watch performances by the dozen, and take in the tournament matches, when, after it’s all over, the master of ceremonies steps forward and says that he’s going to need everyone’s help to coax someone to do an exhibition match.

Hob’s eyes are widening and he’s cursing as Evan looks up at him, smirking wide and he’s nearly scrambling out of his seat when Evan gets the crowd shouting his name in a chant, demanding he come down and put on an exhibition.

Dream, of course, is watching all of this in amusement, and Hob’s just, embarrassed (in a proud way) and sighing. He explains that it’d disappoint people if he didn’t, so he steals a quick kiss (which gets all of the AWWWs from the audience) and heads down to the arena. He and Evan are kitted up, and have their weapons of choice (longsword vs. claymore was always an interesting one, since neither of them bother with shields).

Hob is just settling into position, when a ROAR goes up from the crowd and he sees Evan laughing and gesturing behind him. His breath catches at the sight of Dream standing there, holding out a ruby, a clear replica of HIS ruby, on a shimmering golden chain, a faint smile on his lips. He’s approaching before he realizes it.

“I believe it is custom to bestow a favor on the knight one wishes to win,” Dream says, his voice soft as he bends down and drapes the chain over Hob’s head, settling it against his chest before tucking it into his leather jerkin. “Do attempt to win for me, valiant sir knight.”

Hob’s flushed (and it has nothing to do with the light armor he’s wearing), and staring at Dream, who has the smuggest smirk on his face that he’s going to kiss off as soon as he’s done winning the battle. But he nods, because of course he will win this fight for Dream and he turns back to Evan.

Evan is smirking and Hob resolves to wipe that smirk off his face, and settles into a stance he hasn’t used in far too long. He doesn’t hold back, not for a second. He’s not going for a killing blow, only disarmament, but he can see the surprise on Evan’s face as he twists and wields the claymore in a way that only masters of it can.

The fight is quick, brutal, and the crowd is roaring their approval.

Hob can feel the heat of the ruby against his chest as Evan tries to push him back, forcing him into tighter combat. A quick twist of his hips, faking dropping to one knee and Hob was able to toss Evan over his shoulder, sword and all, before spinning to point the claymore at his throat, grinning.

Evan will laugh of course, and as the crowd cheers, he hugs Hob and thanks him for the match, and Hob turns to Dream who is...

His eyes are almost as hot as the ruby burning against his chest, the ruby that stands out against the white linen shirt he’s wearing under his armor, and Hob is grinning, triumphant and victorious as he strides towards Dream and reaches out for his hand, bowing low over it in a courtly bow before yanking his Dream into a kiss. There’s another roar around them, but Hob forgets all of them as Dream kisses him hard enough to have him forgetting his name, let alone any silly old tournament.

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chocobothis · 2 years

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5 OTP Songs

I was tagged by @aceghosts and @whateverthefuckyouwantiguess to share five songs for my OTPS. Since I saw other people including lyrics I’m absolutely jumping on that part too. Because I am nothing if not a giant fucking sap. I’m doing four ships including breaking down some polyships into smaller parts.

Tagging: @thebisexualmandalorian, @thebubbledragon, @heavensong, @thuriweaver and anyone else who wants to do this! Seriously, anyone not tagged that wants to jump in please do so. Because I adore OTPs and songs about them.

Y’all don’t know this but you are so proud this isn’t like 50%+ Taylor Swift.

PelnaVren (Pelna Khara x Vren Avitus)

(They’re my darlings from FFXV, my fandom before Resident Evil took over, and I am forever going to be in love with how in love they are. Literally, he’s Vren’s very first love so there’s such a sweetness to it no matter how many years pass. He calls her “Sunflower” as a pet name. Vren’s so much light that flowers may as well grow toward her. It’s at odds with someone born only “half-alive”. Her strongest type of magic is also lightning.)

Sunflower, Vol. 6 - Molly Tuttle

Sunflower, my eyes want you more than a melody

Let me inside, wish I could get to know you

Sunflowers sometimes keep it sweet in your memory

I was just tongue-tied

Wondering headshake, tired eyes are the death of me

Mouthful of toothpaste before I got to know you

Line By Line (feat. Karen Morris)

Love's too big for a love song

If I tried to sum it up I know I'd get it wrong

Four chords, three minutes, you'd never fit in it

So I just take you line by line

Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

I'll be writing about you for the rest of my life

Like I'm still not convinced that I won't be too much for you someday

Ready To Love -KSHMR

I hope this will last forever

You are more than just a phase

Your smile brings me out the darkness

You are all I need tonight

Flowers hanging in the window

Match the color of your eyes

Dancing in a ball of fire

Each move with no compromise

I can't live the same without you

Your heart makes me come alive

You bring joy through all the sadness

Let's not do it unless it's done right

Favorite T-Shirt (Acoustic) - Jake Scott

I been sittin' here tryna figure out

What did I do right to be with you right now?

You were kissin' my neck, you were makin' me nervous

And none of our friends would believe it

You were puttin' your hands up under my shirt

Makin' fun of the way I was breathin'

And you look so good it hurts

In my favorite T-shirt

Electric Love - Paravi

Baby, you're like lightning in a bottle

I can't let you go now that I got it

All I need is to be struck (Oh)

By your electric love

Brightfield (Claire Redfield x Nico Bright)

(When Nico was younger Claire saved her from a zombie; Nico had survived everything up until that final one. It wasn’t a special zombie, just a generic human one, at the edge of the camp zone but she was so tired that when she fell, she thought that was it. Nico was in love with her a little then but didn’t figure that out until several years later. Her flipping love into a religious/holy experience is trying to rewrite the religious traumas of her youth; the fire and brimestone and homophobia that told her she’d go to hell for loving a woman. There was some agonizing on Claire’s part before they got together because Age Gap. But, then it ended up being so, so worthy.)

Haunt You (feat. chloe moriondo) - X Lovers, chloe moriondo

Loved you from the first time that I saw you

In the kitchen with your hair under a baseball cap

Couldn't find the words to say one single thing

Oh, I never knew someone could make me fall like that

Now I can't picture my lifе

Without you by my side

Can't let you go

I'll nevеr let you go

Cherry - FLETCHER, Hayley Kiyoko

And your voice real low when you talking to me

You're saying something and I'm thinking one thing

Your lips when you bite 'em like this

And I'm blushing real hard, got me moving my hips

You're across from me and it's hard to breathe

You're such a dream, I'm dying to see

Oh, if it's real, if it's sweet, if you taste just like a

Cherry

Bubbly - Colbie Caillet

I've been awake for a while now

You've got me feelin' like a child now

'Cause every time I see your bubbly face

The rain is falling on my window pane

But we are hiding in a safer place

Under covers staying dry and warm

You give me feelings that I adore

It starts in my soul

And I lose all control

When you kiss my nose

The feeling shows

'Cause you make me smile

Baby, just take your time

Now holdin' me tight

religion (u can lay your hands on me) - Shura

We've been talking on the telephone for hours at night

Whilst I've been thinking about kissing you

I wanna consecrate your body, turn the water to wine

It could be LA, it could be Heaven

If you're an angel, can I be your God?

You in all your glory, it's not confession

Baby, don't apologize

Fall Into Me - Forest Blakk

The day that I met you

The world had just spit me out

On my way to the bottom

Sure I'd never be found

Fall into me

And I'll catch you, darlin'

We'll dance in the street

Like nobody's watching

It's just you and me

I'd fall for you twice

If that's what you wanted

I'd give you my lifе

From now till forever

I'm falling in love with you

Ovеr and over again

Cleonight (Claire Redfield x Leon Kennedy x Nico Bright)

(They were independently together with each other before Claire was the one to go, “Hey, we’re already all dating each other...what if we just all dated as a unit?” Because the other two would’ve continued on like the dumbasses that they are without bringing it up. Leon’s got a lot of self-worth issues for many reasons. I add religious trauma as one of them. So, I think he also tends to view love as this thing he kind of doesn’t deserve because it’s holy. Claire and Nico work to correct him.)

Daylight - Shinedown

I was diagnosed with a fear of getting too close

Had to tell the ones I love I was on the ropes

I'm not the only one whose life's been pulled apart

You saved my life, not once but twice

You keep me free from falling

You saved my lifе, make it all alright

When I don't feel like talking

You makе sure I always see the daylight

ANGELS - Chase Atlantic

Calling on my angels (Ooh, yeah)

It's getting darker and I'm starting to get anxious (Ooh, yeah)

Pleasure and pain feel the same to me (Same to me)

I lost my faith, but I still believe there's something (Oh, yeah)

Blood in my eyes made it hard to see (Oh)

I went out searching for an angel then you came to me, my darling

Cloud 9 (ft. Tegan and Sara) - Beach Bunny & Tegan and Sara

I don’t wanna seem the way I do

But I’m confident when I’m with you

But when they love me, I feel like I’m floating

When they call me pretty, I feel like somebody

Even when we fade eventually to nothing

You will always be my favorite form of loving

Holy - Zolita

Worship your body as you walk my way

You're the only one who can make me pray

I fall at your feet, your breath defined

And underneath my skin's an intrinsic shrine

I love you most, but I'm not worthy

I'll give my soul, sacrifice me

Cause your love is holy

I'd rather drown in your ocean

Than wither on the shore

Undying devotion, feel you in my core

Veneration, this faith's got me high

Nothing without you, live for you till I die

Till I die, till I die, till I die, till I die, till I die...

Better Man - 5 Seconds of Summer

New friends again and again, gone when the morning comes

Demons I tried to defend, but I couldn't get enough

Fading away, fading away

Wake up to someone with nothing to say

I'd never change, thought I'd never change

Then you come and change it all

With your love, your love

I'm a better, better man

Wrapped in your arms, I swear

I'd die for your love, your love

Briveira (Carlos Olveira x Nico Bright)

(They met through Claire, Chris, and being coworkers at TerraSave and absolutely did not mean to fall in love. They were just friends for a while which was more than enough. He calls her “Dandelion”, she calls him “bear”, and life was totally good. She was this little bright patch that showed up about 9 months after Jill “”died”” that made things a little easier. She even reminded him of a Jill a little; that Fire, Call to Action, Integrity, Intelligence, and Stubbornness. Also the tendency to just pick locks. It was something (beyond age) that had him agonizing over loving Nico romantically; was he loving Nico in her own right or as this replacement for Jill and a redo to keep her safe? The answer, according to Nico, is that he worried for nothing and she’s thrilled when he finally made a move. So was Claire who got to watch her delightful girlfriend pine over him. It was both cute and disgusting at how confusedly in love she was.)

Sunflower, Vol.6 - Harry Styles

I couldn't want you any more

Kiss in the kitchen like it's a dance floor

I couldn't want you any more tonight

I don't wanna make you feel bad, but I've been trying hard not to act a fool.

Lover - Taylor Swift

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear

Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out and take me home

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my

Lover

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

Swear to be over-dramatic and true to my

Lover

And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me

And at every table, I'll save you a seat

Little Things - One Direction

Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me

But bear this in mind, it was meant to be

And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks

And it all makes sense to me…

Oh it's you

They add up to

I'm in love with you

And all these little things

If I let you know I'm here for you

Maybe you'll love yourself like I love you, oh

Heartbeat - Carrie Underwood

And tonight, I wanna drive so far, we'll only find static on the radio

And we can't see those city lights and I love the way you look in a firefly glow

Saying everything without making a sound

A cricket choir in the background, underneath a harvest moon

Standing on your shoes in my bare feet

Dancing to the rhythm of your heartbeat

I wanna feel you holding onto me and make me hold my breath

You pull me closer, my head on your shoulder

Baby, we won't need a song

We'll make a fallen star wish, one more slow kiss

johnny & june - Zachary Knowles

They say finding love shouldn't be hard

That's when I knew, that's when I knew

I can't believe it's been like seven years

So let's writе a story about what we do

I'll be your Johnny and you'll be my June

We'll last forever like superheroes do

Yeah, let's write a story, let's write a story

About me and you

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mikelogan · 2 years

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I'm thinking about maybe trying to write a Jdox fic but it's not my main fandom so I haven't read too much fanfiction about them. Do you have any tips on how to write them you'd be willing to share? I love writing and I love their characters I just want to make sure I'm writing them well.

1) DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT

I will say reading literally anything from RumCove, kipli, and RandomSlasher and Thuri on AO3 is like, chef's kiss both in terms of characterization and just overall amazing writing and storytelling. I am well aware that my Perry and JD can be a bit OOC when you simply just watch the show, but I've been neck-deep in JDox hell since 2015 and have had a lot of time to develop my own HCs and think about how they act and react to each other.

All that being said, here are some of my own personal opinions and what I would consider to be main character traits

Perry can be, and often is harsh, and can cross the line into cruel. Johnny C has said it in a lot of interviews, but where Kelso is seemingly all bad in the earlier seasons, it was important to differentiate Perry from him. So if Perry's a cup of dirt, there's still always going to be that scoop of sugar mixed in there. He cares deeply about his patients and his job and the people he loves, he's just not the greatest at expressing that and covers it up with sarcasm and jokes.

JD is not stupid or helpless. He may be naive and immature at times, but I've seen some fics treat him as though he's completely useless on his own. He becomes a fantastic doctor over the course of the show and never lacks compassion. Can that be his downfall occasionally? Absolutely, he may even care too much sometimes. But he's extremely smart, and while he is usually better as part of a group or team (I can't do this all on my own, no I know, I'm no Superman), that doesn't take away from what he brings to the table.

Obviously, it depends on what kind of fic you want to write, but especially with established JDox, JD isn't going to cry over every little jab Perry gets in. No, he's probably going to either roll his eyes and ignore Perry, or he's going to snark back. He can give as good as he gets and that definitely earns him brownie points with Perry.

This fandom is usually about a breath away from being fully dead at any given point, so when I tell you to write it, write it. Has the amnesia trope been done before? Hell yeah. Write it anyway. JD gets hurt and it makes Perry realize his feelings? Write it. They bicker and start hatefucking and it gradually turns into feelings? Write it. As long as you're not blatantly ripping off another fic, I don't care if the trope has been written a hundred times. Write the fic because no two writers are going to do it the same way. For instance, off the top of my head, the amnesia trope has been done at least 4 times on AO3: Amnesia by randomslasher and thuriweaver; My Coma by sweetrevelation; Teardrops and Rain by yours truly; and most recently, My New Perspective by RumCove. And each of those fics uses the trope differently (and if I had to guess, there's probably more out there somewhere, but I stick to AO3 lol).

As a final point, and potentially the most important, is that they have more in common than you'd originally think. They both are brilliant at what they do and they care so much that it can be their downfall. Look at My Lunch/My Fallen Idol. The loss of those patients hit Perry so hard that it was enough for him to completely fall apart and nearly throw in the towel. But JD was able to help him out of that because he understood all too well what Perry was feeling. Because he'd been there, too. When they love, they love hard. They're both a bit narcissistic. They know a LOT about each other just by virtue of working together for so long, probably more than they realize they do.

And okay, I'll say one more thing. JD tears up once in canon in the season 8 Sesame Street episode. Perry cries at least twice (3x14, 5x20, and maybe 5x21?). Do with that what you will.

Hopefully that's helpful to you in some capacity but also like. Follow your heart, believe in your dreams, etc 😂 Let me know if there's anything else I can do to help!

#answered #anonymous #jdox #scrubs #scrubs thoughts

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ivorydice · 2 years

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I was tagged by @lunarlegend ❤️

Relationship status: my dog owns my heart and I'm married to my writing as I should be

Song stuck in head: the Shooting Gallery theme from Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. I don't know why lol.

Favourite food: CHICKENNNN. Energy drinks. I practically live off energy drinks at this point

Last thing I googled: "weird books for weird kids". I'm looking into something lol.

Time: 1:10am

Dream trip: a lot of places, I think. Would like to road trip around UK, would like to road trip around USA but probably never will lol, would definitely like to see the Scottish Highlands, camping in the Lake District, seeing Tintagel Castle in Cornwall.

Something I want: a new fuckin Silent Hill game, drawing skills, more hours in the day so I can do more hobbies, the ability to write aesthetic/core things, motivation so I can do my hobbies lmao, some of my mother's cheese scones that she makes they're amazing, see a John Carpenter concert at least once (I’ll shut up, I know I was only supposed to list one lol shhhhh)

I tag @breakfastteatime @kaelinaloveslomaris @amiyade @aerogadyne @thuriweaver @tauri91 @alipeeps and anyone else who might want to do this, no pressure though <333

#tag game

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writing-thuri · 3 years

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Idk if you meant those prompt for Sanders sides fics but if you did... Maybe logince or roceit with "do I look as bad as I feel?"

While I was mostly just saving them for myself, I couldn’t resist and can’t say no to you!

Logince it is!

***

“Do I look as bad as I feel?”

Logan snorted softly, not pausing as he gently dabbed ointment over Roman’s forehead. “I’d have to say that depends.”

Roman cracked one eye suspiciously. “On what?”

“On if you’re feeling particularly gorgeous or not,” Logan answered mildly, privately delighted when a bright flush spread upwards across Roman’s cheeks, turning them even pinker. He was, Logan had noted multiple times, utterly incapable of taking a compliment. Which was why Logan so enjoyed bestowing them.

“Lo!” Roman groaned, hiding his face in his hands. “You are completely ruining the atmosphere here! I’m dying.”

Logan snorted again. “You have a sunburn, Roman, I think you’ll survive.”

“But will my complexion?” Roman countered huffily. “Who will love me, when my face is the texture of old leather?”

“Me.” Logan leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against Roman’s lips. “I’m willing to make that sacrifice.”

“I don’t see why it’s a sacrifice, when...mmph!”

Kissing Roman was, Logan had long ago learned, and excellent way to shut him up.

#justanotherpurplebutterfly #logince #thuriweaver writing #prompt fill

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sanders-sides-thuri · 5 years

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"getting to know myself" for the fic thing

I once started a story in that verse about Thomas making plans for Virgil’s birthday! I’ll put what I had of it below

(for the “give me a fic and I’ll tell you a secret” meme)

A fire crackled merrily within the huge stone fireplace, throwing a cheerful glow over the library of Thomas’s mind. Instrumental Christmas music played from invisible speakers, the scent of cinnamon, woodsmoke, peppermint, and pine boughs filled the air, and fairy lights twinkled from unexpected quarters, illuminating decorations and baubles everywhere the eye looked.

It was extravagant, it was excessive, it was perfect.

And, much to Roman’s annoyance, it was totally lost on the room’s other occupant.

Thomas flopped back against the thickly embroidered upholstery of his chair. “I really don’t know how to pull this off.”

“It’s perfectly simple,” Roman replied, setting aside his tankard of hot chocolate and pushing away his irritation. Yes, he’d gone to all the effort for Thomas, but obviously Thomas needed his creativity pointed in other directions just now. “You get him a stunning gift, fix him a delicious meal, and make it the best, most romantic birthday he’s ever had.”

Thomas groaned aloud. “No pressure. Roman, even if any of that were simple, how am I supposed to do it without worrying about it? I have to film next week, I’ve got all the usual Christmas things to figure out, friends in from out of town, a thousand things going on…”

“And he’ll think that’s why you’re anxious, if you’re clever about it,” Roman said, interrupting the litany before it could build enough steam to alert the object of their conversation. “I’m not saying surprising Virgil will be easy, but just imagine the reward!”

A somewhat goofy smile spread over Thomas’s face as Roman dwelled on the possibilities for a moment, on Virgil softening and swooning and perhaps blushing in that truly sweet and adorable way he did when he was particularly pleased and overwhelmed.

“I can’t argue with that,” Thomas agreed, as Roman sighed softly. “But I think trying to fit the absolutely perfect birthday date in this week is still too much—I want to give him less work, not more.”

“Less is not really what I do,” Roman pointed out, pulling himself out of the daydream with an effort.

#gtky #thuriweaver writing #meme

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thuriweaver · 6 years

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NaNoWriMo

NaNo’s interesting to me, because it started as a challenge to let yourself suck. To just concentrate on writing ANYthing down, with no editing, no worries over quality, to get past the inner critic and just get yourself moving.

It started as a way to AVOID the shame and so many writers--myself included--feel when what they put on the page doesn’t seem good enough and keeps them from writing more.

But now it’s so big and it’s become such a thing with people competing and trying to write something long AND good that for a lot of writers--again myself included--it’s become a source of the very kind of stress it was invented to avoid.

So yeah. Not sure I’m gonna try it this year--which would be the first since 2005 that I haven’t. But I’ve only finished once, and that was because @randomslasher and I were in the middle of writing Changeling in 2006 (which ended up at 165k or so, an amount I’ve never equaled with any other story, either with LJ or not)

I want to do it. I really do. But I don’t have a specific idea, I do have a lot of writing angst and shame and stuff...and I’m torn.

#thuriweaver writing #nanowrimo angst

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walking-in-lucis · 2 years

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Ever find yourself hesitating to finish a big project, because then it’ll be done and you’ve been working on it so long you’re not sure you want it to be over yet?

Yeah. Um. Step Out Into Twilight has like...only a few chapters left, and I keep hesitating in writing them! Both because I want the end to be good, but also because once it’s done, it’s like...done? And then what?

#thuriweaver writing #ffxv fanfic musings

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greenjudy · 3 years

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writer check-in question set

Tagged by @ladykittenfair - many thanks!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

29.

2. What is your total AO3 word count?

114,928. So smol

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Because of the way I tag, there are some overlaps here in the FFVII department.

Compilation of Final Fantasy VII (18)

Final Fantasy VII (Video Game 1997) (14)

原生之罪 | Original Sin (TV) (3)

Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children (3)

Sherlock (TV) (2)

Dragon Age: Inquisition (2)

The Avengers (Marvel Movies) (2)

Before Crisis: Final Fantasy VII (1)

Dirge of Cerberus: Final Fantasy VII (1)

Final Fantasy XV (1)

Including crossovers:

None that I can recall.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Remember Pearl Harbor; Purl Harder Answer Man Judging the Mark Xiao Hong Your Collar So Blue, Blue

5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I do.

I come from a time and a culture that privileges long, drawn-out discussions in the comments area of fics, kind of a ghost of the old LiveJournal way of interacting. I have not always been consistent in responding, but recently I’ve been making efforts to be more assiduous.

I know some folks feel it reflects arrogance on the part of the writer. I’ve also heard people say that it’s inflating the apparent popularity of a fic if you respond to comments. As far as I am concerned, though, comments are about community, not popularity.

I’ve been really lucky to get incredible, thoughtful, interesting comments on my work. All of them are lovely.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

“Most Known to Few, Some Known to None,” my list-fic about Tseng. “Escapement” is also actually pretty dark.

7. Do you ever write crossovers?

I haven’t yet, but never say never.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No, I haven’t.

I’ve had a few... exasperated responses from readers, and some excellent constructive criticism regarding some of my own inbuilt white nonsense. I’ve been very grateful for all the critical comments I’ve received, but I’ve also been fortunate to have very astute readers.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

As a separate category? Not really. I guess “Haymaker” starts to slide in that direction, but that’s insinuation, not depiction. “New Junon” is fixing to be the most explicit thing I’m working on, but we’re still talking rated-R.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don’t think so. My works are not high-profile, but I guess people are getting pretty brazen about ganking someone else’s work and trying to sell it on Amazon.

11. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not exactly. I used to collaborate on bjd photostories with a friend of mine, back in the aughts. I also worked for a short time with a few other folks on a sprawling, multi-stranded project that included a set of interconnected storylines, but in the end, as more and more people started to participate, I found it more stressful than enjoyable. I think successful writing collaborations are quite rare and very precious.

12. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

My beloved canoe, Tseng X Reno.

I must say, I feel like if I came to VII via the Remake, I would not have seen the potential for this pairing; Tseng is so clearly connected to Rufus in Remake.

My VII work is all rooted in the OG’s pre-rendered backgrounds and the suspended time and silence of the written dialogue. Tseng and Reno came at me out of the pixels; then, in a handful of decades-old pieces by other writers, I saw how they could interact.

Now they anchor an entire ecosystem inside my head.

13. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Final Fantasy VII, the original game.

14. What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

Not easy to answer. I feel like technically, “Now”, “Xiao Hong”, and “Escapement” might be my best work. But I have a soft spot for “Answer Man,” and probably always will.

15. BONUS QUESTION: Do you have a WIP that haunts you?

I have two unfinished pieces hanging out on AO3, tormenting me. This is a callout post to myself to get cracking and wrap them up.

“Body Work” (for the Original Sin fandom) is having a knife fight with a plot issue right now, that is forcing me to analyze exactly what I’m trying to say in this story.

“New Junon” (Compilation of FFVII) is my beloved problem child. I was a different person in many ways when I first conceived this story; my sensibility has definitely shifted over the years, and the whole damn thing needs re-anchoring and a lot (a lot) of arc work.

I’m coming back for you both. #NO STORIES LEFT BEHIND

I also have MANY OTHER STORIES IN MY BRAIN, so buckle up, FFXV in particular.

Tagging @allsortsoflicorice @razziecat @shutupreno @wandererriha @twocatstailoring @themossstomper @the--calamity @willowcatkinblossom @mementomoryo @bluewindfall @tyramir @thuriweaver @lunarlegend @ltleflrt @jupiterjames @clevermanka @filigranka

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nekoabiwrites · 3 years

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writer check-in question set

I've been tagged by the fantastic @thuriweaver <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What is your total AO3 word count?

389967 (almost a third going to a single fic)

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Not all of these are on AO3, but I'm gonna list as many as I can remember lol

Kingdom Hearts Smash Bros Pokemon Ouran High School Host Club Black Blood Brothers Legend of Zelda Star Fox Asagao Academy Sanders Sides Splatoon Final Fantasy XV

and various random things about my friends for the funzies.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

On the Verge of a Heartbreak Comfort in Music Animals Know Best Library Royality vs Analogical

All Sanders Sides since that's 90% of the AO3

5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I don't, mostly because I don't know what to say or how to react a lot of the time. I may be able to write fictional characters experiencing emotions, but fuck me doing it lmao

I appreciate all comments though, of course <3

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Uhhh... Either Lies or The 5 Times Patton Smiled And The One Time It Didn't Reach His Eyes (real catchy title, I know)

7. Do you ever write crossovers?

I suppose so? In my head, crossovers involve two universes meeting and the established characters interacting. I write more AU crossovers, I guess - like Sanders Sides but its Splatoon or Pokemon in other fandoms AUs because I'm trash <3

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yeah. I was a part of the Truth or Dare fic trend on FFN and my fic got put into a hate group on there. Nothing big ever happened, but I did see that someone was shit talking it.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have tried and I am not good at it lmao

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

11. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not fully. I tend to collaborate a bit with a lot of friends while writing; asking opinions or for help phrasing things and I tend to use some of their words or ideas. But never have I had a fully co-written fic.

12. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Oooo... that's hard...

It's definitely got to be a Kingdom Hearts ship.

Maybe Zemyx? The interaction in KH3 really had younger me just living for it and seeing the potential all over again.

13. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Kingdom Hearts.

We had a creative writing assignment in school and I, being a loser, wrote a KH fanfic with like 20 characters. I still have it, actually lol

14. What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

On the Verge of a Heartbreak, for sure.

That fic was such an undertaking but I was so passionate as I wrote and it actually makes me emotional to go back and read it. Also, was a fantastic distraction from all the university work I had to do at the time

15. BONUS QUESTION: Do you have a WIP that haunts you?

My third chapter of the Splatoon Sanders Sides fic still sits in my WIP folder, taunting me...

Hopefully when Splatoon 3 comes out, I can get back to it

Uhhh idk who to tag, so anyone who wants to, go ahead! <3

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when-a-humble-bard · 4 years

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the driftwood and the rift (p.1)

title: the driftwood and the rift (part 1)

Warnings: mind-control via magic; canon-typical violence (so it might be a little graphic?); blood; angst/whump/hurt/comfort; past torture is strongly suggested; Jaskier whump mostly; cursing;

A/N: first time writing for Witcher but all y’all that have been writing Geraskier fic have been keeping me sane in the current climate and I feel like I owe y’all so much so here is my humble first attempt at some Geraskier with a healthy helping of Jaskier whump.

Tags: @thuriweaver since you asked haha

Read on AO3 here!

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“Jaskier.”

There’s a mist settling into the forest around them, obscuring the moonlight that tries to peek through the thick canopy above them. Drops of moisture cling to Geralt’s armor and his forehead like a sheen of sweat. He stares, a part of him doubting his own eyes.

Of all the people—all the creatures—he expected to run into four miles outside of the village he’d stopped at for the night, the human bard hadn’t been one of them. Geralt had heard rumors of a werewolf in the woods, and a generous payment promised to him was all the persuasion Geralt needed to swiftly deal with the situation. He’d finished his mediocre meal and set out that same night.

Geralt had been trying to pick up the trail from the last seen location given to him: at the fork in the path four miles outside the village. But he hadn’t seen evidence of a werewolf. No tracks. No scent. No sound.

Except… two heartbeats. One of them normal in its beat. Eased. Unafraid. The other was unnaturally slow. Not Witcher slow, but slower than was normal for a heartbeat for most living creatures. And as Geralt reached for his sword, he saw two humanoid figures emerging from the mist several feet ahead of him.

One of them just so happened to be the bard he hadn’t seen in months. Not since the mountaintop.

Geralt freezes.

He doesn’t know what he expects from Jaskier. He’d thought about it—of course he’d thought about it, every day for months—but that didn’t mean that he’d known for sure. He’d spent most of his idle hours considering all the vicious and yet completely fair things Jaskier could and should yell at him if he ever saw him again. Geralt expected anger. Rejection.

But not for Jaskier to just… stand there.

A second later, Geralt realizes that the bard smells… different. His usual cedar and rose and honeysuckle has been replaced by something sharp. Metallic. Copper—a realization that makes Geralt’s chest twist—but something else too.

Geralt takes a step towards him, a twig snapping under his boot.

“Ah, ah, ah,” says the figure Jaskier had arrived with. She was taller than Jaskier, long robes with a hood pulled over her head that obscures her features in a dark shadow. She reaches over and places a hand on the back of Jaskier’s neck. The move makes Geralt tighten his jaw.

Jaskier twitches. Then stills.

Geralt takes another step forward. A gust of wind tugs at the witcher’s white hair. “Jaskier,” he repeats. “What are you doing out here?”

The figure beside the bard brushes at Jaskier’s hair, pushing the strings of dark hair—the bard’s hair was longer now—out of his eyes. It’s then that Geralt notices. Jaskier’s normally bright, blue eyes are red. Blood red.

“We were looking for you,” the figure purrs.

Geralt draws his sword. It’s rasp as it pulls out of the sheath seems to echo under the forest canopy. “What did you do?”

The figure doesn’t remove her hood, but Geralt swears he sees a flash of snarling teeth. “I suppose I could be asking you the same thing. You see, when I caught your precious songbird, he was quite intoxicated in Blaviken. Seemed absolutely certain that you would not be coming for him.”

Geralt feels his stomach twist. His grip tightens around the longsword, his gaze flickering between the figure and Jaskier. Still not moving. Still staring at Geralt with those crimson eyes. Geralt doesn’t see any sign of recognition in them.

The figure waits, like she expects Geralt to say something. Then she continues. “Put up quite the fight, though. He lasted nearly three weeks before he screamed for you. You should have been there, Witcher, it was quite the sound.”

Geralt wants to hurl his sword at the figure’s form. The feeling is only heightened when she places her hand on the back of Jaskier’s neck again. Geralt takes another step forward.

The figure either doesn’t notice or takes no stock in the motion. “He’s an unusual creature.”

“Hm.”

“Don’t you agree?” The figure turns their shadowed face back to Geralt. “As much as he seemed absolutely convinced you would not come for him, he was resolute in withholding information about you. Loyal to the end, it seems.”

It’s a subtle motion, but Geralt sees the way the figure squeezes the back of Jaskier’s neck. The way he twitches again.

Geralt’s jaw jumps. “Well, I’m here. Let the bard go.”

“Oh, I’m afraid you misunderstand, Witcher. I am not here to fight you.”

It’s the emphasis that makes Geralt’s brow furrow. He doesn’t reply, ears perked for abnormalities in the forest around him. If he wasn’t going to fight the hooded figure, she must have brought some other monster to take care of the job. But around him, all Geralt can hear is the late-night wind brushing through the leaves, the chirp of crickets, and two heartbeats. Jaskier’s still abnormally slow…

“He is.”

Geralt frowns. “Who?”

And then he feels something in his chest plummet as Jaskier takes a step forward, drawing two daggers from his belt. His red gaze narrows. Geralt’s own golden one widens slightly in response.

“Jaskier—” Geralt cuts himself off as he deflects the blade that slices through the air between them. “Fuck. Jaskier!”

But there’s no acknowledgment. It’s a blank, flat gaze as the next dagger flies towards him and Geralt parries it away with a quick flick of the longsword in his hands. Jaskier keeps advancing, wrenching a sword—a rapier, when the hell did Jaskier get a rapier?—from its sheath at his hip and Geralt takes a small step back, his brows pulled together.

As Jaskier rushes towards him, Geralt realizes in the split second before their swords cross that the metallic scent to Jaskier that he hadn’t been able to place a moment ago is magic. A curse. Geralt’s sharp gaze flickers past Jaskier to the hooded figure, still standing several feet away.

Jaskier’s sword slices against Geralt’s arm, stinging sharply and wrenching Geralt’s focus back to the bard in enough time to parry the second blow.

“Jaskier.”

The bard lunges, and Geralt side-steps the wide arc, his eyes flashing in the dark.

“Release your hold on him,” Geralt demands in a snarl as Jaskier whirls towards him.

“This, Witcher, is restoration of balance. You took my love from me all those years ago in Blavikin. Now you must kill someone you love. Because he will not stop. Not until one of you is dead.”

Geralt can feel the thin, sour taste of desperation clawing up his throat as Jaskier snarls and lunges at him again. Metal flashes in the moonlight, the blades screaming against each other as Jaskier slashes and stabs and Geralt parries, dodges, blocks.

“Damn it, Jaskier,” Geralt says again through gritted teeth. The bard’s name is nearly all Geralt can think to say. He hasn’t said the name aloud in months but he doesn’t know what else he can do to break through to him. He has to try, though. Because killing Jaskier is not an option.

But the bard is relentless like this. The noise he makes in the back of his throat doesn’t sound fully human as he moves to stab forward at Geralt’s chest, barely glancing off the leather armor as the Witcher turns to avoid it. Geralt uses Jaskier’s forward momentum against him, latching onto his wrist and yanking him closer while anchoring the sword-wielding hand between his arm and his chest.

Jaskier stumbles closer to Geralt and even in the dark of night, Geralt swears he sees a swirl of bright blue around Jaskier’s irises. A moment of clarity. Geralt blinks and its gone. But he saw it, he knows he did.

“Jaskier—” Geralt tries, desperate to get it back, but he’s cut off as something sharp sinks into his shoulder. He growls low in his throat and shoves the bard off. The rapier clatters to the forest floor, the sound muffled slightly by the grass and damp earth beneath their feet. Geralt looks to his shoulder to see a blade—slightly smaller than the daggers Jaskier had thrown at him—protruding from his leather. Geralt yanks it out with a grunt.

Jaskier lets out a vicious snarl and charges again, his hands empty of weapons now. He claws at Geralt’s face, but the witcher sees it coming and manages to block the attempt with his arm. He sweeps Jaskier’s feet out from under him, sending them both tumbling to the ground.

Geralt grabs for Jaskier’s hands as he thrashes beneath him. “Jaskier!”

His blood red eyes get that swirl of blue again and Geralt freezes. “Geralt—” Jaskier rasps, a spark of fear igniting in the bard so suddenly and intensely that Geralt can taste it. “Geralt, you—you have—”

And then the red in his eyes bleeds over and the recognition is gone—the scent of fear is gone—and Geralt growls low in his throat. Jaskier throws an elbow that connects sharply with Geralt’s jaw. Geralt’s mouth fills with blood.

His mind is racing. Whatever curse he’s under, Jaskier is fighting it. Trying to. Geralt just needs some way to break the bard out of the damn—

Jaskier scrambles out from under the Witcher, grabbing for one of the daggers nearby. It’s the first one that Geralt had knocked away when Jaskier had hurled it at him. Geralt tries to wrench the bard’s arm back but he’s just a fraction too late or too gentle—Jaskier would never forgive him if Geralt broke his fingers—and the bard’s nimble hand closes around the hilt of the knife. He slashes out viciously and Geralt hisses as he feels the steel slice against his cheek as he just barely manages to duck out of the way.

Jaskier goes to slash at Geralt’s chest but the witcher grabs for his wrist and suddenly Jaskier is pressing the blade towards Geralt’s throat and Geralt is doing what he can to keep it away. He grips the blade, grimacing against the way is slices into his hand.

“Jask—”

“Geralt.” The blue is back—sudden and bright—and with it is the scent of wildflowers and panic. “Please.” And before Geralt can even process what the bard is doing, he feels Jaskier press the hilt of the blade into Geralt’s palm and turns the knife onto his own throat.

“No.”

“You have to. It’s okay.” The red is starting to cloud over but Jaskier grits his teeth and the blue manages to hold on a moment longer. “I can’t…” He can feel the way the bard is trembling beneath him and he doesn’t know if its with exertion or fear. Geralt curses again, seeing the swirl of red and blue in the bard’s eyes.

A defiant flare of blue. Jaskier gasps with a strangled, choked sound. “Geralt.”

The desperate hitch in Jaskier’s voice wrenches something in Geralt’s chest.

And then he hears it again. The second heartbeat. He’d been so preoccupied with fending off Jaskier and making sure to not hurt him in the process that he’d almost forgotten. The Witcher glances over his shoulder and his ears ring with the fury that floods him. He yanks the knife out of Jaskier’s grip and hurls it as hard as he can.

There’s a choked gasp as it lodges somewhere beneath the hood of the figure and he crumples to the ground. Geralt tears off Jaskier and grabs his sword in the process, rushing towards the figure to be absolutely sure. But the figure stays prone, and Geralt hears the second heartbeat get slower and slower. Then it stops.

The world resonates with a sudden stillness. The night breeze brushes through the dark canopy of leaves above them. A small flock of birds beat their wings overhead. Distantly, Geralt can hear bullfrogs calling to each other in the dark. And he can hear another heartbeat, fast and pounding, and shaking, gasping breaths.

“Jaskier.”

Geralt rushes back to him, kneeling beside the bard as he trembles on the forest floor. He’s curled in on himself, his arms obscuring his face. His wheezing, panicked gasps seem to choke in his throat. Geralt reaches a hand out, hesitates, and then gingerly sets it between the bard’s shoulder-blades.

Jaskier flinches. Geralt snaps his hand back like it burned him, ignoring the way his throat constricts. The Witcher focuses instead on taking a deep breath. Cedar. Rose. Honeysuckle. Copper. He’s bleeding, Geralt realizes as his brow furrows, the sent hitting the Witcher in the back of the throat. The other metallic scent of magic is gone, as far as Geralt can tell, but a part of him needs to see Jaskier’s eyes before the tension in his shoulders will release.

“Jaskier,” Geralt tries again, but he’s careful not to touch him. ��Look at me.”

There’s a long moment where nothing happens. Geralt watches as something like helplessness claws up his throat as Jaskier shivers and gasps in front of him. And then—with what looks to be herculean effort—Jaskier moves the arm blocking his face and peers up at the Witcher kneeling above him.

Bright blue eyes. Wide and watery and blue.

Geralt releases a breath. Jaskier looks pale, even in the dark of night. For a moment, neither of them says anything.

For perhaps the first time ever, Geralt is the one who breaks it. “You’re bleeding.” It’s not a question. Geralt can smell it, and he hates the way it blends with the wildflower scent of his—the bard.

Jaskier averts his gaze. There’s a beat. Then Jaskier unfolds from around himself and uses one wobbling arm to push himself up a bit. Geralt’s hands shadow the movement without touching, wanting to help. Refusing to hurt.

Jaskier groans low in his throat with pain. His blue eyes—Geralt can’t stop noticing the color now—flicker over the Witcher, before they settle squarely on his shoulder. Geralt follows his gaze, glancing down. He’s still bleeding from where Jaskier had lodged the knife into him. Geralt hadn’t thought it possible given how little color the bard had, but he pales even further. His gaze flickers away in the next moment.

“I’ll heal.”

Geralt sees Jaskier swallow. He doesn’t answer, carefully avoiding the Witcher’s gaze. “Where is the nearest town?”

Geralt frowns. “You don’t know?”

“Things are… fuzzy, for the most part.” The bard’s voice is hoarse and hollow.

“Four miles west.”

Jaskier’s breath is almost back to normal now, although his heartbeat is still rather fast. Panicked, Geralt assumes, and figures he can’t really fault the bard for it. Jaskier sits on the forest floor for a moment, and then presses his hands to the floor and struggles to his feet.

“Jaskier—” Geralt says in alarm, standing with him. He sees the shake in Jaskier’s legs and catches him by his arm. “You’re in no condition to walk.”

“What are you talking about, Geralt?” Jaskier asks, and the smile he throws the Witcher is thin and brittle. “I’m right as rain.”

“You can barely stay standing.”

“You’re hurt.”

The immediate response catches the Witcher off guard. Geralt stares at Jaskier for a moment. Was that why the bard was being so damn stubborn? Geralt would be fine. Sure, the wound was deep and would scar, but he could already feel the blood flow starting to slow. Jaskier¸ on the other hand…

“As are you,” Geralt replies. “We need to get you somewhere else.” Somewhere safe. Warm. Maybe even to a healer. Geralt couldn’t be sure until he got a decent look at Jaskier’s injuries. The hooded figure’s words from earlier echo back through the Witcher’s mind.

He lasted nearly three weeks before he screamed for you.

Something in Geralt’s stomach rolls uncomfortably.

“You should—” Jaskier cuts himself off when he takes a step and his knee gives out from underneath him. Geralt catches him again, giving him a pointed look.

Jaskier doesn’t look back, but he seems to get the message. “Point taken,” he says dully, his gaze trained on the bloodied knife discarded in the grass a few feet away. “Drop me off at the nearest inn, Geralt.”

Like hell I’m just going to drop you off, Geralt thinks. Neither of them says anything on the long, slow trek back to Roach.

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#the witcher #geraskier #jaskier #geralt of rivia #geraskier fanfic #violence #blood #mind-control #cursing #torture #first time writing for the fandom woops #always nerve-wracking #but hope you all enjoy!#klsjfklsdj

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