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5 + 1 Times ft. Captain Syverson

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (1st person)

Word count: 3066

Summary: 5 times a change in hairstyle was well received and the 1 time it went horribly wrong.

Warnings: horny, oral sex, dom/sub vibes, sort of choking kink, hint of angst

A/N: I forgot trigger warnings on the original post I’m sorry! Y’all, as per usual this has been in my drafts for way too long even though it was basically done so I hope you enjoy the words 2021 Dino wrote

Taglist: @amberangel112 @utterlyhopeful-fics @marantha​ @kebabgirl67​ @littleone65​ @omgkatinka @luclittlepond​

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80s: geralt leads the team to state finals, Jaskier cheering in the stands

Oh yes, this is good. 

@racheld93 @thecomfortofoldstorries

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Jaskier cupped his hands around his mouth and screamed. “Go, Geralt! Go baby go!!!”

Geralt, whose body felt like it had been half-crushed by a pile of rocks (which was half-true; he’d been buried in a mound of high schoolers), was fading on the field. Hearing Jaskier’s bright and sunny tenor floating across the green turf felt like fresh rain on a hot day. 

“Kick some Kitty-Cat ass babe!” he heard the younger boy projecting as loudly as possible. Then he did the cutest thing Geralt had ever heard. He howled. He tilted his head back in the stands, formed a soft pink ‘O’ with his mouth and went: “Awoooooo!”

Everyone else in the stands took up the cheer, howling at the tops of their lungs. Chanting “Wolf Pack! Wolf Pack! Wolf Pack!” as they stomped and clapped. Geralt steadied himself, waited for the call, and took off running.

He turned at just the right moment, capturing the ball in the safe cage of his arms, and falling into the end-zone. A buzzer went off. The stands burst into chaos when the overhead PA system sprang to life to announce: “Touchdown! The Kaedwen Academy Wolves will be moving on to the state finals!”

Geralt laughed softly, still splayed on the ground with the ball in his arms. 

He would be getting lots of happy kisses from his favorite little cheerleader tonight.

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Lambert discovers that Aiden has been using spit–fucking spit–along with a laundry list of other disgusting alternatives for sex (tallow, yeah, that was on offer too). He whips up his own lube using a centuries old recipe and they go to town.

cw: anal sex, oral sex, humour, poor sex education

Despite his deeply ingrained pessimism, Lambert had always hoped that his first time with Aiden would be heralded by a choir of fucking angels. There’d be heavenly light, and soft blankets, and wet kisses, and just… yeah, good shit. Unfortunately, it didn’t quite pan out that way. Lambert laid that at Guxart’s door and a serious lack of sex education at the Dyn Marv caravan. 

To be fair to the bloke, he was trying to herd Cats (hurr-hurr) with nothing more than the fragile lure of clan loyalty, and the promise of somewhere they could sleep and eat without the fear of arrest or murder. The latter was sometimes difficult to promise given the Cats’ penchant for violence and disorder.

As a result of this grievous oversight, Lambert’s first passionate experience with Aiden was swiftly curtailed. They’d made it across the room—belts, clothes, buckles, knives left haphazardly in their wake—and Aiden’s mouth attached itself to the side of Lambert’s neck. 

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Classic - A Henry Cavill FanFiction

This story happened because I decided to watch Mission Impossible: Fallout and found myself falling crazily in love with the man that is Henry Cavill. Chapters coming slowly but have written a few already. Let me know what you think! B x

Chapter 1

I awoke with a start, the blaring sound of my phone alarm ringing in my ears. Ugh mornings, I thought with an inward groan, reaching over and feeling around blindly for the source of the noise. I gave up after a few seconds of failed attempts, unwillingly opening my eyes and finally locating my phone. I silenced the incessant noise and dropped my phone back onto the bedside table, letting out a deep breath and dropping my face back into the pillow. 

What I wouldn’t give to be a morning person.

I felt a soft pressure on the mattress beside me and a cold, wet touch against my arm. I opened one eye to find Kyah’s big liquid eyes looking back at me expectantly, her white fluffy tail wagging happily. I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her, her big fluffy bear head resting on the bed and her nose only inches from my face. 

“And what do you want Miss?” I asked softly, knowing full well what she wanted, her tail wagging faster as she let out a soft whine.

I sighed.

“But it’s cold outside Kyah!” I whined back to her, as if she had a clue what I was saying to her.

That’s it, I’m actually becoming one of those crazies that talks to their pets. 

I closed my eyes and dropped my head into my pillow with another tired groan. 

Ugh. 

Kyah let out a second insistent whine that trailed off into a soft bark and I rolled away from her and spread out my limbs like a starfish. It was way too early and way too cold to get up for a walk. 

Sorry Kyah, not today babe.

As if she could hear my thoughts, Kyah jumped up so that her front two paws were on my bed and nudged me with her nose. 

“Kyah!” I groaned again, putting a pillow over my face, “Not now”. 

It was 5.30am - if I went back to sleep now I could still have a solid hour and a half sleep before I had to get up for work. I smiled at the thought of extra sleep and snuggled into my blankets, relishing the cozy warmth. 

Mmmm, who needed mornings? 

I jumped when Kyah let out a loud bark moments later, shaking me from my thoughts and disrupting my sleepy stupor. I let out a frustrated groan knowing that she wouldn’t stop - a trait that she definitely got from her owner. 

Ugh. Okay.

No longer able to fight it, I threw off my blankets and sat up on the edge of the bed. 

“Alright, alright I’m up!”.

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I could see my breath in the cold morning air, the smoke plumes wispy, as if I was smoking. I pulled the zip of my slim black running jacket all the way up to my chin, bouncing on the spot in an effort to warm up my frozen feet. 

Jesus it was cold! 

Goosebumps rose on my arms under my jacket and I shivered, sniffing loudly. I let out a heavy sigh, annoyed that my nose had started to run despite the fact that I’d only been outside for less than two minutes. 

Great. 

I readjusted my aqua blue beanie making sure that my ears were covered, shielding them from the cold as I looked out at the frost covered street. It was a typical March morning in London, the first rays of weak, watery sunshine peaking out through the thick grey clouds, the overnight frost just starting to melt.

Kyah sat patiently by my feet, looking up at me with bright, expectant eyes. I looked down at her as I plugged my white airpods into my ears, smiling as she wagged her tail happily. 

“You ready pup?” I asked, touching the Spotify app on my phone and selecting the first playlist that popped up. I smirked to myself when I saw that I’d chosen one called ‘Morning Motivation’ - fitting since my motivation for the morning was basically non existent today. Kyah stood up on all fours and let out a sharp bark, a Jess Glynne song starting in my ears as I glanced down at her. I tucked my phone into my pocket and bent down to pick up my travel mug full of tea, it’s warmth instantly melting my frozen hands. 

Mmm. 

“Alright miss, let’s go”.

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The streets were cold, wet and empty as we walked, both mine and Kyah’s breath visible in the chilly air. I took another sip of tea and closed my eyes as I swallowed, the hot liquid sending a comforting warmth spreading throughout my body. Kyah stopped to sniff a plant and I tried not to think about the fact that I could still be in bed right now, instead trying to think about how guilty I’d feel if I didn’t take Kyah out in the mornings. While I loved living in London, I hated that my little townhouse only had the tiniest bit of outdoor area, with an even tinier section of grass. It meant that it was that much harder to own a dog, let alone one that was the size of Kyah. With their big bear size, double coats and high activity requirements, Alaskan Malamutes weren’t exactly the best suited breed for unit living.

I pulled Kyah along and found myself thinking about work, my mind trying to remember how busy my schedule was for the day. I was a vet at a local clinic in Western London. Born in Australia, I’d moved over to the UK with my mum and older brother after finishing high school, later enrolling at the University of London’s Royal Veterinary College. Five never ending years later I’d graduated with my Bachelor of Veterinary Science and had later gotten a job at the Riverside Veterinary Clinic. It was a small clinic situated in the small leafy suburb of Churchill Gardens, expansive views of the Thames river visible from almost all of the treatment rooms.  I’d been a part of the Riverside team for almost six years now - the longest-serving employee second only to my boss, senior veterinarian Ben Middleton. He’d hired me straight out of university as a new graduate and was one of the most dedicated, passionate people that I’d ever met. He had an incredible natural kinship with both animals and people that was impossible not to admire, a trait that made him one of the most well known and respected vets in all of London. Over the years he’d been an incredible boss and an even better mentor, teaching me everything he knew about the practices of animal medicine and care. To say I was grateful to have Ben as a boss was an understatement to say the least.

We came to a stop as we reached the end of the street, Kyah sitting down at my feet with her body angled towards the left and her ears standing to attention. I smiled, we walked the same route almost every morning and she always knew exactly which way to go. I knew that I’d have no problem walking her off lead if I’d wanted to - and I had on several occasions, but her size did make it difficult. I’d lost count of how many people quickly crossed the street whenever they saw us walking, even when she was on the lead. How many times parents pulled their children behind them whenever we passed, as if Kyah were a vicious animal that was going to take a bite out of a toddler just because. I chuckled to myself knowing that that couldn’t be further from the truth. Kyah was quite literally a one hundred pound ball of fluff, a lovable teddy bear that just wanted a cuddle. And food. She ate anything and everything.

“You know what Kyah?” I asked as I took another sip of my tea, looking down at her as she turned to look up at me, panting happily. "I think we’ll change it up today" I said as I pulled her to the right, deciding to go a different way.

Normally we walked up towards Hyde Park, into the busier part of town, usually getting there just in time to watch the city wake up. Office workers hurriedly rushed to early meetings, cafe’s opened up for the morning coffee rush and the wheezing sounds of the subway could always be heard as we walked past Kensington station.  

Not today, I thought as we crossed the street, walking down in the direction of Thames river instead. It was time for a different route.

I could see Kyah’s nose working overtime as she took in all of the new smells, pausing momentarily as she stopped to sniff a very bare looking rosebush. I took another sip of my tea and hummed along to the Sam Smith song that had just begun to play in my ears, idly wondering if there were any parks nearby where I could let Kyah off her lead for a run. I always loved watching her run off lead, her ears tall and her tail wagging as she excitedly explored her new freedom. We turned down another street that was filled with old brownstone townhouses, the antique looking buildings lining either sides of the street. Bare looking hazel trees were placed strategically down the road, their empty branches stripped of their leaves from the frigid cold. For a moment I couldn’t help but imagine how this street would look in the full bloom of spring - with the trees full and green and the morning sun shining down through them, it would be picture perfect, like something out of a movie.

A chilly breeze momentarily blew past sending a frozen shiver down my body, as if the weather was listening to my thoughts and reminding me that no, it wasn’t quite Spring yet. I looked down jealously at Kyah knowing that the chill would barely register to her, her thick, woolly fur stopping any sort of cold from touching her skin. We reached the end of the street and I took another grateful sip of my hot tea, trying to determine which way to go next when my eyes fell on a green, lush-looking park in the distance. Deciding it was the perfect place for Kyah’s run, we started down the pavement towards the park.

As we reached the park I could see that it was about the size of a football field, the entire area covered in thick green grass. Several giant oak trees dotted the expansive area, a paved walking track snaking through and around the field. Looking around I found that the park was completely empty, not a single person was around - no one walking their dog or going for their morning run. 

Perfect.

I looked down at Kyah who was looking out at the field expectantly, her ears to attention and her tail wagging furiously. 

“What do you think girl? Want to have a run?”.

She looked up at me with liquid eyes and barked in response, her adorable face making me smile instantly. I bent down and put my travel mug on the ground, reaching around to un-clip Kyah’s lead from her harness. I ruffled the soft fur of her chest and dropped a quick kiss on her head, smiling as I folded her lead in my hand and moved to stand back up again. Just as I opened my mouth to tell her to run, Kyah let out a deep, rumbling growl - the same growl that she made whenever she felt threatened, and looked up just in time to see a huge black and white American Akita bounding towards us.

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Chapter 2

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80’s BOIS PLSSSSSS 💖💖💖

How bout... Jask’s parents are away for the weekend and the boys have a sleepover. And like... not a party, but a cute like... I dunno, they read comics together and watch cartoons and canoodle, or something.

Dunno. Thoughts. I just love them 🤣🤣 If this makes you think of something else go with that! 😘

Thx ILY

Oh yes, Stina. This is what I needed. Comin’ through for me yet again. I also may have borrowed your fort building idea, please forgive me.

also tagging @racheld93 and @221bsunsettowers who love the 80′s shenanigans

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Geralt slid through the open window and landed almost soundlessly in Jaskier’s bedroom. “You could, like, come through the front door next time, if you want.”

“Fuck, you’re right,” the quarterback chuckled, shaking his white hair out of his face. “I forgot your parents weren’t home.”

“And also that the sun is still out?”

“What? It’s not like the neighborhood isn’t already aware of our window-climbing escapades.”

Jaskier rolled his eyes and hopped off his bed to give his boyfriend a smooch on the cheek. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Very,” the older boy smirked, grabbing his boyfriend by the waist and pulling him in for a long, slow kiss on the lips. Not making out, not Frenching, just kissing a lot and all at once. “And even luckier to manage to get with someone like you.”

“Hush,” Jaskier blushed furiously. “You’re going to-”

“I already did,” the quarterback preened. “Now, where are the extra blankets? We’re going to turn your living room into a snuggly wonderland!”

Jaskier clapped with excitement and ushered him down the short upstairs hallway to the linen closet. He loaded the senior’s strong arms with sheets and comforters and even one downy old blanket that smelled like his long-dead grandmother’s cheap perfume. 

“Is that all?” Geralt teased. Jaskier pouted up at him and it was adorable. 

“Yes, thank you.”

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Jaskier had been exhausted, apparently. They’d loaded their rented copy of Alien into the VCR and not half an hour later the junior had fallen asleep with his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder. Geralt had gathered him into his arms and laid him down on the thickest blanket he could find. He wrapped Jaskier up like a burrito with a thin comforter and gently ran his hand through his boyfriend’s thick brown hair over and over, lulling himself into a state of drowsiness through repetition alone.

“Come snuggle,” Jaskier demanded quietly, making grabby hands at Geralt. The quarterback acquiesced, sliding himself down next to Jaskier and letting the movie continue on mute. He tucked the junior’s slim body against his taller, broader one and let Jaskier get comfortable. “Better.”

“I love you, Jaskier. Sweet dreams, babydoll.”

“Sweet dreams, hot stuff,” Jaskier replied, his hand already tangled in the front of Geralt’s shirt as if he was a teddy bear or safety blanket. “See you for breakfast. I’m making waffles.”

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AU where the witchers (Geralt, Eskel and Lambert) are cursed by a mage and have to spend the foreseeable future in the bodies of toddlers/young children.

Jaskier and Vesemir are the only adults left to watch over the 3 witchers. Jaskier finds the situation oddly amusing and endearing at first. Lambert (4) is the child that throws temper tantrums when he doesn't get enough attention, Geralt (7) is the smartass but clingy one who simply won't leave Jaskier's side and Eskel (6) is the sensitive child who cries easily and loves cuddles (especially Vesemir's cuddles).

Lambert: What happens when you die?

Jaskier: Well dear heart, when people die they go to heaven

Lambert: No I mean when YOU die, do I get all your stuff?

Vesemir: Should've seen that one coming

***

Geralt: Why does Jaskier wear charcoal under his eyes?

Vesemir: to look pretty

Geralt: But he already looks pretty

Vesemir: Awww

Geralt: Papa Vesemir, you should wear charcoal under your eyes too

Vesemir: -.-

Jaskier: *crying with laughter*

***

Eskel: *at the dinner table eating meatballs* Papa Vesemir, how much of this meatball is meat?

Vesemir: Probably 90%

Eskel: *proud of his maths skills* So it's 10% balls

Jaskier: *chokes on his wine*

***

Geralt: Do women get their periods on weekends too?

Jaskier: Why yes they do sweetheart

Geralt: *mutters to himself appalled* Dear GODS

***

Jaskier: What the HELL?

Lambert: Papa Vesemir said it's better to sneeze into an elbow

Jaskier: He means YOUR OWN ELBOW LAMBERT

***

Vesemir: I just wanted five minutes to finish my chapter so I sent the pups looking for a toy in their bedrooms that's right here in my pocket

Jaskier: Genius!

Vesemir: I have more of these parenting hacks up my sleeve.

***

Jaskier: Lambert told me I'm his second favourite person and it made me feel kinda sad

Vesemir: *preening thinking he's number one* Don't worry bard, I'm sure he still cares about you very-

Jaskier: But then he said that you're his third favourite person and then it clicked. He has no favourite person. He's holding the position open.

***

Jaskier: So what did you learn today with Papa Vesemir?

Eskel: I learned about dragons.

Jaskier: Oh you, Geralt and Lambert learned about dragons did you?

Eskel: Well I learned about dragons. I don't know what the others were doing.

***

Jaskier: The boys wanted to know what it's like being a parent, so I woke them up at 2am to tell them my sock came off.

Vesemir: Not bad.

***

Vesemir: Why were the pups crying today?

Vesemir: Well, Lambert was having a meltdown because the bath was too wet

Vesemir: Then Geralt shouted at me because he wanted syrup for breakfast... Just syrup.

Vesemir: And Eskel cried because Lambert kept looking at him and also he wants shoes like his friend Jacob. There is no friend Jacob.

Jaskier: My poor BABIES

***

Jaskier: I wish I was as brave as Geralt who ate exactly 0 of his dinner and asked Vesemir for snacks 6 minutes after the table was clear

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Vesemir: *walks in on Jaskier lying on the bed, an open book sitting across his chest and three pups cuddled up to him all 4 of them fast asleep*

Vesemir: *smiling softly as he covers the 4 of them with a blanket*

Vesemir: *placing a soft kiss on each of his pups' heads wishing that they could stay babies for just a little while longer*

I'M SOFT OKAY?

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You’ve Got Me Hooked - Chapter 1

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Riley McKenzie)

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: Sex work, Stripper, OnlyFans

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Have a Shitty Christmas

A/N: Y’all aren’t ready for how ridiculous this drabble is. This is my favorite Christmas song and I’m feeling like shit so this is the result. (I don’t actually think Henry would wish harm on anyone like the song, I just wanted to use this gif because look at that dork)

Word count: 953

Warnings: High levels of sass, horny, mentions of cheating

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Sometimes, at night, i am lulled to sleep by the knowledge that Shawn Spencer would kick bbc Sherlock’s ass

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Online store where I buy my mom's Christmas gifts: Here have a $40 promo code.

Me: I've been wanting to get a new cardigan for work.

Online Store: Free shipping minimum is $100.

Me: Okay, I'll add one of the discount dresses.

Online Store: Your total after promo code is $97. Shipping will be an additional $14.99

Me: Okay, what if I add socks.

Online Store: We have two sizes. 5 to 8.5W or 8.5 to 14W.

Me: ... I'm an 8.5W how am I supposed to know which to pick?

Online Store: here is a picture of the black socks and the white socks.

Me: Okay, there's another discount dress I like but I'm not sure about the sizing.

Online Store: Discount items are final sale!

Me: This is why my wardrobe consists of 3 pairs of identical leggings, 3 pairs of identical jeans and two dozen men's size L shirts that I swear were black when I bought them.

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Wiggle

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A little Cpt. Syverson imagine.

You're sitting there across the way, wiggling around, teasing if you will. As you wiggle a bit more you look over your shoulder at him staring at you.

"Got a staring problem Alpha?" You taunt. "Take a picture. Gosh."

"Baby, I got a video, it'll last a lifetime." he smirks.

Gasping you shake your head. "NO! Get rid of it!"

"Hey, you're going to wiggle your ass around in front of me I'm going to take a picture of it. I own it, that's my ass."

"You think so?"

"Oh, I know so. That's my ass." He smirks.

"Yes, Alpha, that's you ass... Now delete that video." you pout a bit

"Nope. This will come handy later." He smirks again.

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Slowdancingggg I need more 80's au dorks while I reread the swashbuckling fics aGAIN thanks -sol

Geralt’s arms were wrapped firmly and unashamedly around Jaskier’s waist as they swayed gently back and forth. The Prom King sash made of hideous red velour (clearly meant to be a cheap stand-in for velvet) was draped across his wide chest and the crown sat all too heavily atop his head.

He hated being the center of attention.

But the way Jaskier’s eyes had lit up from the crowd as they crowned him was worth every second of scrutiny and awkward, empty high school validation. “What song did you request?” Jaskier asked. The Prom King and Queen both got to request a special song to dance with their dates to.

Even though Geralt’s date was less than conventional, they’d allowed him to choose a song as tradition granted. “Wait for it.”

A synth-heavy chord rang out and Jaskier groaned, bumping his head against his boyfriend’s collarbone and hiding his blushing face against the sash. “Geralt, why?”

“Hmm. It’s our song.”

“Just because this is the best song from the first movie you took me to see doesn’t automatically make it our song,” the underclassman huffed. Geralt pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to the top of his head. People definitely saw that. Jaskier could hear the whispering and his face burned even brighter. 

“I like it.”

“Alright, fine. It’s...it’s pretty damn cute.”

“You just didn’t want to admit that I have better taste than you.”

“Shut up and dance with me, Prom King.”

Jaskier let his forehead rest comfortably against the crook of Geralt’s neck as they continued to sway under the color-changing spotlight hung from the gym ceiling. Berlin crooned softly as they moved back and forth:

“Watching, I keep waiting, Still anticipating love. Never hesitating to become the fated ones. Turning and returning, To some secret place to hide. Watching in slow motion, As you turn to me and say:

Take my breath away!”

(Yeah their first date was to see Top Gun. Duh.)

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Okay modern roommate au, the first time Geralt calls Jaskier 'sweetheart':

Geralt keeps making jokes that Jaskier can't cook because he's always getting takeaways, so Jaskier in a huff, decides to make the dinner.

Geralt can hear him sighing from the kitchen and he goes to check on him to make sure everything's okay.

He sees Jaskier cutting veg with DiFfIcUlTy*~*~ and moves over beside him.

"sweetheart, no, you're going to cut yourself. Here, let me help."

Jaskier opens his mouth and goes to point with stubbornness before bluescreening when he realises what's just happened.

"I, uh, okay 😳"

Geralt stands next to him, shoulder to shoulder, showing him how to curve his fingers so that he wont cut himself. Jaskier can barely concentrate, feeling Geralt's deep voice vibrate through his shoulders onto his.

"...see? Here, you're doing good, it smells great, just be careful."

Geralt leaves the kitchen and Jaskier just stands for a full minute staring at the wall 🤣

Made this for @elliestormfound @stinastar and @thecomfortofoldstorries 🤣❤️ cute lil gooblets

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You don’t own fanfics. They’re inherently public domain because they aren’t your IP. Agree or disagree with AI, there are no grounds for “protection” from AI because it isn’t your IP to begin with. That’s what you chose when you chose this medium

Oh dear.

Okay, you get an answer, because at least you took the effort to write your ask out properly, even if you are hiding behind the grey, sunglassed circle.

Do I, or any fanfic author for that matter, have any legal claims to our work? No, not really, no. (Although if someone took a fic, filed off the serial number--deleted the fandom specific elements--, and then had it published for financial gain, yeah, that would be a case.)

BUT

Fandoms are built on a social contract that says we respect each others work, the effort people put into their art. We don't steal or disrespect the work of our peers. By feeding people's fanworks to AI you both steal and disprect it, and we need to make people realize that before it's too late--before fandom falls apart, because there will be no more real, actual fanworks.

Disrepectfully,

Orlissa

(i can't believe I have to say this)

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Mike, complaining to Sy: sweetcheeks said she'd go take a shower and didn't send me a soapy tiddy pic :(

Sweetcheeks, yelling from the other room: Mike, I said you could join! Wait, who the fuck are you talking to?!

Sy, losing all hope in his little brother:

Tagging a few people 👉👈

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Calling For You

Pairing: Geralt x Jaskier Warning(s): smut Rating: explicit

Summary: Jaskier accidentally says Geralt’s name whilst in bed with someone else. He thinks his night is ruined until he returns to his own room to discover that Geralt heard him.

We’re just jumping right into the smut with this one, so the whole fic is under tthe cut just to be safe <3

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