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i went bonkers and wrote a wol/g'raha/ardbert drabble N S F W UNDER THE CUT PWP, LEMON, YOU KNOW THE DRILL

"Thank you for bringing her sandwiches," Ardbert grins against the sharp line of G'rahas jaw, grinding forward in a way that has the miqo'te wedged between them moan breathlessly with his back arching. "It made her mood a lot easier to deal with."

"Mmh - ! I'm glad my, ah, ah -" He’s almost illegally pretty like this - his voice, his body, his responsiveness - and Ardbert knows exactly what the warrior had meant when they had talked about G’raha late one night, when she had said ‘he makes you want to lose it a little bit’. It makes him nip at the miqo’tes shoulder just because he can, because the warrior had been right.

The warrior smiles underneath G'raha, blinding, most likely thinking about the exact same moment. "Less talk Ardbert, more action - especially if he can still form words," She says it as sternly as she can but her entire face is flushed, lips swollen and red from G'raha devouring her mouth earlier and some of the weight is taken out of her command by how her voice wavers and cracks, how she spreads her legs just a little bit more in anticipation.

Ardbert could comment on it but decides against it and instead rocks forward in compliance, a broken yesyesyes tearing from G'rahas throat as he does. G’raha is adjusting beautifully to the two of them - Ardbert needn’t have worried because they all fit together like it was always meant to be. Two splinters of the same soul, with the same goal - to fuck G’raha stupid.

Every movement from Ardbert sends G'raha deeper into the warrior in turn, making her eyes flutter shut and hands curl into and around the silken sheets, white-knuckled. Her pretty tits bounce with every thrust - G’raha places a crystal hand on top of one just to feel the movement and fuck if that doesn’t make Ardbert want to do something unhinged.

G’raha is so tight and warm around Ardberts cock and he groans when the smaller man grinds back on him, a litany of curses and variations of you’re so tight, so bleeding good falling off his lips. “Such a pretty view,” the warrior coos breathlessly, beaming up at them, and G’raha manages a sheepish smile, looking over his shoulder at Ardbert.

“The t-two of you are - oh - proving a considerable force.” G’raha says, making Ardbert smirk and snap his hips up and in, making G’raha swear under his breath and lose his balance, sending him forward. The warrior cries out in absolute bliss when he does, whimpering ‘again, please do that again’ before she winds her arms around G’rahas neck and tangles her fingers in his grey-streaked hair, slotting their mouths together like she would die if she didn’t. She kisses like a force of nature - Ardbert knows this and judging from the way G’raha absolutely melts into it she is giving him the best she’s got. “Pl - mmmfh, please,” she manages in between kisses, wiggling in the way she only ever does when she really wants something. Ardbert grunts and picks up the pace until it is almost punishing, chasing his own release as this makes G’raha tip over the edge with a hoarse cry. The miqo’te slumps on top of the warrior, suffocating her in messy, sloppy kisses while Ardbert fucks into him.

“- like that, so good,” the warrior murmurs, locking eyes with Ardbert as she slips a hand down between herself and G’raha, breath hitching. “Together, c’mon, together.” Ardbert watches G’raha reach with a trembling hand to place over hers and help her come - that’s what does it for him and he completely blanks out as he spills, stars behind his eyelids, head ringing. Dimly, he hears the warriors sugary sweet oh oh oh as G’raha brings her to completion, the cadence of her voice hypnotising. After, they all lie in a boneless heap - G’raha still in the middle, eyes half closed as he fights sleep. The warrior is curled against the miqo’tes side and Ardbert lazily pets her hair, heart swelling when she turns her face into his hand and nuzzles it. This, a moment ripped from time, unburdened by their respective legacies, almost feels too good to be true.

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But SIR that's my emotional support unedited 8000+ words of an in-progress fic I can't publish yet because it's not chronological

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But SIR that's my emotional support unedited 8000+ words of an in-progress fic I can't publish yet because it's not chronological

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I will not overcomplicate my plot

I will not overcomplicate my plot

I will not overcomplicate my plot

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Epithets aren't all evil

Here me out. I think there is a place for epithets in novel writing.

For those unfamiliar, epithets are when a person or thing is referred to by a quality they have, rather than their name or pronoun.

Examples:

"The older brother frowned, but the younger one laughed," versus, "James frowned, but Liam laughed."

"The red-haired girl sang," versus, "Annie sang."

"The King knelt before the peasant boy," versus, "King Kai knelt before him."

The problem most people have is that epithets rarely add anything to a story and they draw attention to themselves. And you should really only be drawing attention to important details, otherwise the writing starts to feel cheesy.

People tend to use epithets in one of two scenarios. Either we don't yet know the character's name (which is a valid and practical excuse), or the writer worries they've said the character's name too much and decides to switch things up (this is where the cringe happens. it's really common in fanfic).

However, I would like to argue for a third use of epithets -- a second acceptable use of epithets -- that everyone seems to forget. Because, when used in this manner, epithets are poetically delicious.

Consider, for instance, my favourite quote from Crime and Punishment:

“The candle-end was flickering out in the battered candlestick, dimly lighting up in the poverty stricken room the murderer and the harlot who had so strangely been reading together the eternal book.”

We know these character's names (and the name of the book). But changing this line to:

“The candle-end was flickering out in the battered candlestick, dimly lighting up in the poverty stricken room Raskolnikov and Sonja who had so strangely been reading together the Bible.”

it loses something, doesn't it?

Here, the three epithets are giving us symbolic context. Raskolnikov and Sonja reading the Bible is not a particularly important detail. But a murderer and a sex worker (two "sinners") reading the book of salvation together? That's some poetry, right there.

The epithets bring out the juxtaposition (contrast) that otherwise would not be evident and, in doing so, call attention to one of the book's central themes -- redemption.

The placement of this sentence is also worth noting. It is the last sentence of the chapter. Another issue people sometimes take with epithets is that they increase the narrative distance between the reader and the character, making them less relatable. Placing the epithet right at the end makes the reader feel like they are zooming out on these characters or looking down on them from above (symbolic given we're talking about the Bible, eh?). This give us a chance to put some distance between us and the characters, to reflect on the book and it's themes as a whole, to come to our own conclusions rather than having our judgement skewed by proximity to the characters.

When I first read it, it felt like taking a breath.

In conclusion, please

use epithets to show symbolic connections between characters, events, and objects.

use epithets sparingly, but use them for emphasis.

use epithets at moments where where it feels natural to increase the narrative distance, such as scene breaks and the beginning and endings of chapters.

do not use epithets unless they add something -- don't use them as a substitute for character's name if that name is already known.

Epithets aren't all evil.

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writing sucks because after i share what i wrote i wanna be like "hey did u notice this technique i used? did you notice the repetition here? let me write you an analysis on my own work."

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therapy? in MY fantasy game?

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x

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the People pleaser in me setting exactly one☝️ boundary

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*shrug*

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What I love most about Gandalf big naturals is how much it eases my chest dysphoria. I can sleep without a shirt on now because of Gandalf Big Naturals. Knowing that the artist made the original image while recovering from top surgery and said the image was like a final parting gift from their boobs makes me feel even better about the image's effect on me. Men with big naturals makes me feel much more good about my body than those old posts on here that were like "trans men! Some men have pecs!!! So don't feel dysphoric <3". It's much more meaningful to see a hairy, bearded man with a huge H cup rack not letting his tits get in the way of his masculinity.

Most of all, Gandalf Big Naturals helped me love my body the way it is instead of hating something that's a part of me. Of course I still want top surgery but the fact that I can live with my own big naturals until then without wanting to guillotine them off is really important.

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i unironically believe electricity is the closest thing we have to magic in this universe. consider:

it's basically what human "souls" are made of (your consciousness is the result of miniscule amounts of electric charge jumping between neurons in your brain)

when handled incorrectly or encountered in the wild, it is a deadly force that can kill you in at least half a dozen different ways

when treated respectfully and channeled into the proper conduits, it is a power source that forms the backbone of modern society

if you engrave the right sigils into a rock and channel electricity into it, you can make the rock think

there is a dedicated caste of mages (electrical engineers) tasked with researching it in ivory towers

whatever the fuck Galvani was doing with those frog legs

look at this and just try to tell me it isn't a kind of summoning circle

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we really can’t overstate how damaging it has been to indoctrinate the public with the idea that if they let themselves eat as much as they want, they’ll eat too much. human bodies, when permitted over the long term to eat as much as they want, actually get really, really good at calibrating their hunger and satiety, and will over time eat exactly the right amount for themselves. the common conception of a balanced eater as a minimal or restrained eater is absolutely wrong. balanced eaters eat quite a lot (compared to diet cultural ideas about right intake amounts), and they do so consistently and permanently. healthy, balanced eating isn’t some tightrope walk, it’s a gigantic net of total permission to eat.

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