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bambirex · 1 year ago

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The World Is Yours, If You Seek The Good: Chapter 16

Pairings: Geraskefer, Yennskier, Geraskier, Yenralt

Characters: Jaskier, Yennefer of Vengerberg, Geralt of Rivia, Ciri of Cintra, Lambert, original male characters, Rience, Yarpen Zigrin, Emhyr

Additional tags: implied/referenced abuse, forced pregnancy, mpreg, creature fic, fae Jaskier, creature Jaskier, creature Yennefer, captivity, enemies to lovers to friends, polyamory, found family, hurt/comfort, it starts out angsty but it will get better, completely made-up lore, fertility issues, completely made-up skills and powers, angst, angst with a happy ending, whump, Jaskier whump, Yennefer whump, Geralt whump, Ciri whump, blood, nightmares, injury, wound care, past rape/non-con, trauma, sexually inexperienced Yennefer, sexually inexperienced Jaskier, threesome-f/m/m, mild sexual content, violence, threats of rape/non-con, minor character death

Rating: mature

Chapters: 16/20

Full word count: 49,876 words

Chapter word count: 2,982 words

Summary: Used and abused by humans, Jaskier and Yennefer believe they are alone and with no reason to trust anybody. That is, until they meet each other - and then, a couple of other strange misfits.

Chapter summary: Jaskier, Yennefer and Ciri are trapped. Geralt receives terrible news. A vision comes to life.

Author's notes: Warnings for minor character death and threats of rape/non-con in this chapter! Obviously, the angst train is still fully in motion, and won't stop for a while.

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To punish them, Master didn't take them back to their room. He threw them in a dingy cell in the basement, instead, so they would learn their lesson. It was madly uncomfortable, and Jaskier felt his entire body ache as he tried to find a position that didn't tear his entire lower back apart. He also tried to leave as much space for Ciri and Yennefer on the small, ratty bed as possible. At least they deserved a good rest.

Jaskier kept praying that it was just a nightmare, and he would soon wake up and be back at the hut. The illusion of hope fell apart as he heard Rience shuffle outside the cell, standing guard over them. His ugly smirk followed Jaskier's movements. Jaskier huffed and turned his head away from him.

Never once he thought they would be back here, back with the man who used them, who stole their freedom. Ciri was captured with them, too, the poor child, who would have to be subjected to Master's horrible deeds. A cold shiver ran down Jaskier's spine just imagining what the human was planning to do to her.

He wrapped his arm around Ciri who leant against his side, her eyes red-rimmed form crying and exhaustion. She had a collar on her neck, matching the ones on Yennefer and Jaskier's. Jaskier wished he could tear it off, somehow.

"I'm sorry," Ciri whispered. Fresh tears fell from her eyes as she curled up, hugging her knees to her chest. "I tried to help you with my powers, but I failed. I couldn't control the chaos, this is all my fault."

"Don't say that," Jaskier cooed, gently cupping her cheeks. He wiped her tears off and kissed her forehead. Ciri sniffled. "This is not your fault, okay? You were so brave out there."

"But I couldn't save you..."

"Ciri, we're so proud of you," Yennefer chimed in. She scooted closer to them, rubbing Ciri's back soothingly. "You did everything you could. Us being back here... is not because of you. It's because of that fucker out there."

She glared at Rience and spat in his direction. Rience let out a growl as he pushed himself against the metal bars.

"You have a problem, witch?" He snarled, his eyes lighting up dangerously. "Come out, and play with me. We'll see if you're still in the mood to spit."

"What kind of creature turns against his fellow ones like that," Yennefer hissed. "Disgusting traitor."

"Yennefer, leave it," Jaskier warned her softly. "It's not worth it."

"The fae is smarter than you," Rience grinned. His terrifying eyes once again fixated on Jaskier. He licked his lips slowly, making Jaskier's stomach churn. "And his scent is sweeter... you can also come out to play with me, pretty one. In a whole different way."

He let out an ugly, guttural laugh. Jaskier groaned, covering Ciri's ears as he pulled her closer.

"When I'll get out of here, I'll fucking gut you," Yennefer growled. Rience only cackled.

They heard the sound of footsteps in the distance. Jaskier held Ciri tighter, his fear turning to anger. No matter what Master was going to do to him, he would not let Ciri and Yennefer be hurt.

Yennefer also moved to shield Ciri as Master approached their cell. Rience obediently went to his knees. Yennefer scoffed with disgust.

"Well, good morning," Master chuckled. He raked his eyes over them with a tut. "You know, you really hurt me when you left. That was not a very nice thing to do, now, was it?"

His eyes fell on Ciri. That ugly fascination lit up in his eyes again.

"What kind of creature is the girl?" He asked. Ciri raised her head, her terrified eyes lighting up with a wave of sheer anger.

"I can speak," she growled. Yennefer gently tried to warn her, but Ciri didn't listen. She slipped off the bed before Jaskier could hold her back and marched over to the bars. She stood up straight, glaring up at Master.

"And I'm the kind of creature who won't let you hurt my family!"

Master laughed, clapping his hands together in delight. Rience chortled in the background. Ciri's hands balled into fists against her sides.

"Oh, that's adorable," Master cooed. "How old are you, sweetheart?"

Ciri didn't reply, just continued glaring daggers at him. While Jaskier was concerned about her stubbornness, he couldn't help but be proud of her, as well.

"You're not a drepima," Master concluded after a beat of silence, taking in the sight of Ciri trembling with anger before him. "You have similar powers, it seems, but you're something else. I don't think I have seen anything quite like you."

He grabbed his keys and opened the door of the cell. Yennefer instinctively moved to pull Ciri to her side. She was tense as a bow as Master stepped inside the cell. Jaskier wondered if Yennefer would try and attack him- she looked like she might, but Jaskier hoped she would decide against it. With the collar on, and Rience standing ready to hurt them outside, it was better not to do anything brash. That didn't mean Jaskier wasn't constantly imagining snapping Master's neck. He knew they couldn't do much against him now, but if they got out of here, Jaskier also wouldn't show him mercy.

Master had a dagger attached to his side. The metal glimmered black. Jaskier recognized Yennefer's hair melted in there. He also had that terrible whip attached to his belt, the one he has used on him and Yennefer before multiple times.

He bit down on his lip when Master looked at him.

"Oh, Treasure, Treasure," he cooed, nodding at Jaskier's belly, "you really thought you could just steal the product?"

Jaskier felt searing hot rage flare up inside him. He placed a protective hand over his belly, narrowing his eyes at Master.

"This is not a product," he growled, surprising even himself. Back then, he would have bowed his head in fear, but he's learnt since then that he had much more value than to take everything that was thrown at him. He would stand up for his family, and for himself.

"This is my baby."

Master sighed tiredly and rolled his eyes.

"That's not your baby, you moron. You stole that from someone who paid for it. They were madly furious when I had to tell them their incubator ran away. You two," he pointed at Yennefer, "fucked up my business. But this is over now. You're back with me, where you belong, and you brought me another fun thing to play with."

"Don't touch her," Yennefer growled. She shielded Ciri with her body. "You can kill me, but don't lay a hand on her. Or Jaskier."

Jaskier yelped when Master suddenly hit Yennefer in the face. The weakened drepima stumbled on her feet. Ciri caught her before she fell.

"You're not in the position to give me orders!" Master yelled. He whistled, and Rience immediately marched inside. He revealed his sharp teeth in a snarl. He stood over Yennefer and Ciri to keep them at bay while Master walked over to Jaskier. Jaskier felt his stomach lurch, nearly causing him to throw up as Master touched his belly and his chest, poking, prodding, invasive and demanding, as always. Jaskier got so used to Geralt and Yennefer's gentle touches, he wanted to crawl out of his own skin as he felt Master's hands on him.

He only realized he was crying tears of frustration when Master cupped his jaw and placed a little tube against his cheek.

"That serves me just right," Master chuckled as he collected his tears. Jaskier was once again reduced to nothing but a product, a cash cow. He hated it even more now that he knew what being treated with care felt like.

"I am not grateful to serve you," Jaskier hissed, turning Master's age-old question against him. Master raised an eyebrow. Jaskier stood his ground, glaring up at him.

"But you will be grateful for the salvation of death when we get out of here."

Yennefer sent him a proud look. Master chuckled.

"Who sharpened your tongue? You should shut that sweet little mouth of yours, or I'll let Rience have his way with you. And I'm afraid in his haste he might tear you until you lose the product. That's the only reason I'm not letting him have you. But don't push me."

Rience smirked. Jaskier sucked in a shaky breath. Yennefer growled as Master walked up to her.

"Destiny will catch up to you, too," Yennefer warned him. She was pale, her wounds that she received after the fight with Rience harsh on her skin. Her eyes still blazed as she stared up at their captor. "And you're gonna regret everything you've done."

"We'll see about that."

Master grinned at Ciri. Ciri stared up at him, her nostrils flaring with anger.

Yennefer wrapped her arm around Ciri's shoulder once Master finally left.

"Was he the man that you saw in your visions?" Yennefer asked. To both her and Jaskier's biggest surprise, Ciri shook her head.

"What?" Jaskier breathed. "But... you saw this place. The metal bars, the high walls..."

"... and the destruction that will come," Ciri whispered. She shuddered. "It was this place, yes. But I didn't see Master. It was someone else."

Jaskier and Yennefer shared a look. That meant that someone else was looking for Ciri, and his arrival might cause the destruction Ciri was talking about.

"Maybe we can prevent this from happening, somehow?" Jaskier asked, trying to inject some hope into his voice. It wavered awfully. "That maybe... we'll get out of here, before it happens?"

"You can't trick destiny," Ciri whispered. She swallowed thickly. She looked so tired, so much older than she was. The events of last night wore her down to the bone.

"Whoever he is, he will come for me. And this place will burn to the ground. Because of me."

"Ciri," Yennefer spoke to her softly. She cupped Ciri's face between her hands. "Whatever happens, we're here for you. We'll survive this, together."

"We won't let Master or anyone else hurt you," Jaskier added. He walked over to them, opening his arms. He smiled, for the first time since they got here. Ciri buried her face in his neck. Yennefer placed a hand on Jaskier's belly, seeking the comforting little kicks.

Jaskier wondered if Geralt was alright. It wasn't right that he was separated from them - it meant trouble for each of them.

He started singing softly, letting his magic shine through the melodies. While he didn't have access to his full powers, his voice still managed to calm his family somewhat. And as long as they felt just a tiny bit of peace, Jaskier was happy.

"Your Highness. We know where the girl is."

"Is it actually her, this time? Last time you told me you found her, I was presented with a doppler."

"No, Your Highness, it must be her. The descriptions fit her perfectly. She showed incredible powers."

"What kind of powers?"

"Exactly like her mother, Your Highness."

"Who told you where she is?"

"I've overheard a servant at the market, Your Highness. She serves at the mansion of a rich businessman, who leases out the powers of his creatures. He captured her. She's there, at the mansion."

"I'm gonna go and see that for myself. I don't trust anybody else to collect her. Do you know that businessman?"

"I can figure out where he lives."

"Very good. Find out, and once you did, come back to me. It's time I finally reunited with her."

With a grunt, Geralt stabbed the soldier straight through the heart. He fell on the ground limply, blood oozing from his mouth.

Geralt wiped at his own blood and sweat-soaked face. He's spent two entire days rummaging the area and taking down the lurking soldiers. He could only hope there wasn't more of them around.

He immediately recognized their armor. They were Nilfgaardian soldiers. That was not a comforting idea. Nilfgaard was a huge empire, with one of the strongest armies on the Continent. It was the empire that was responsible for taking down Cintra.

Which meant that it was still Nilfgaard that was looking for Ciri for whatever reason. Geralt knew he needed to act quickly if he wanted to make sure his daughter wouldn't fall into their hands.

He quickly checked if all the soldiers were dead. He hoped he managed to get rid of the imminent threat, and he could go after his family. By this time, they were obviously at the dwarf shelter, waiting for him. Geralt missed them greatly, Ciri's smile, Jaskier's laughter, Yennefer's scent. He hoped they were alright, and not afraid. Geralt, as promised, would be joining them soon.

He heard a weak, pained grunt from behind him. Geralt instinctively drew his sword as he whipped around.

His eyes widened in horror when he saw Yarpen. His head was bloodied, bruised. Geralt could barely recognize him under all the carnage that was left of his face.

"Fuck," Geralt lowered his sword and rushed over to him. He caught Yarpen before he fell on the ground. Yarpen made a pathetic, wheezy sound as he collapsed against Geralt.

"What happened to you?" Geralt asked. He examined the wound from up close. It looked like Yarpen's head was practically bashed open. It was a wonder he was still alive.

"They took them..." Yarpen whispered. He shook in Geralt’s arms, his head lolling to the side. His eyes were distant. It was clear he didn't have much time left.

"They took yer family..."

It felt like someone kicked Geralt in the chest with full force. His heart dropped to his stomach. His head buzzed with panic.

"Who did?" Geralt whispered shakily. Yarpen made another weak, pained sound.

"A human... he had some kind of fucked up creature. He put collars on them...it was just over the Xilben river, there's a mansion there... I'm sorry, I failed... I couldn't keep them safe..."

"You did everything you could," Geralt told him. Yarpen closed his eyes. His breathing got more shallower.

"I'm gonna take you to a healer, Yarpen. Hold on."

Yarpen shook his head weakly. He lay his hand over Geralt's.

"No... there isn't enough time... go, save yer family..."

"Yarpen... Yarpen?"

Geralt sighed deeply as Yarpen let out his last breath. Geralt gently lowered him to the ground.

"Thank you, old friend," Geralt whispered. He stood up on shaky legs.

Judging by poor Yarpen's words, it seemed like their old Master took them. The knowledge made the blood boil in Geralt’s veins.

That horrible man had his family, and that was all his fault. He shouldn't have abandoned them- he did exactly what he told them he wouldn't. Now, Yarpen was dead, and his family was in danger. Geralt needed to get there as quickly as possible.

He sent Yarpen's lifeless body one last goodbye look before he jumped on Roach's back and urged her on. His blood thrummed in his ears as Roach galloped through the forest.

Geralt cursed under his breath, gripping onto the reins hard.

When Jaskier woke up from his nap, the first thing he noticed was Yennefer calling out Ciri's name. She stood, as stiff as a statue, her eyes full of worry. It immediately snapped him completely awake.

He sat up with a groan, balancing himself with a hand on his lower back. He spotted Ciri standing at the bars, unmoving.

"What's going on?" He asked Yennefer. She shook her head.

"I don't know. She's not reacting."

Together, they approached Ciri slowly. Jaskier gasped when he noticed the streaks of blood on her cheeks that flowed from her eyes. Her cheeks were alarmingly pale. Yennefer placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. Ciri still didn't move.

The dull thud of footsteps on the stairs and the faint sound of talking in the distance made Jaskier look up. Rience went to his knees again, bowing his head. Jaskier frowned when he noticed Master coming close with someone else he didn't know.

Yennefer looked at him, as confused as he was. Ciri glared at the stranger, unblinking, unmoving, seemingly gone. Jaskier felt an uneasy feeling rise inside him.

The man looked like he was royalty, dressed in armor with a golden cape attached to it. His eyes were dark, and a strange smile played at his lips as he approached the cell.

"Is that the girl?" Master asked. His usual confidence was nowhere to be seen now. He hunched in on himself, humble and almost shy. Whoever this man was, he clearly held a lot of power if even Master submitted to him.

Jaskier realized this had to be the man Ciri saw in her visions. Jaskier carefully checked her reactions again. She still just stared ahead, her face a terrifying, pale, bloody mask.

The stranger looked Ciri over. His smile widened. Yennefer instinctively moved closer to the girl.

"This is she," the man said. His voice almost sounded warm. Ciri finally made a little sound, a shaky release of breath, followed by whispered questions.

"And who are you, and why did I see you? What do you want from me?"

The man seemed taken aback by her words for a second. Then, he laughed softly.

"So, you don't even recognize me?"

Ciri shook her head. Jaskier and Yennefer once again looked at each other. Jaskier could practically hear both of their terrified, racing heartbeats.

The man sighed softly. He shook his head, and smiled again.

"Indeed, it's been a while," he said, "we have a lot we need to catch up on."

Then, to Jaskier and Yennefer's biggest confusion and horror, he added:

"I've spent so much time looking for you, my daughter."

#geraskefer #geraskier #yennskier #yenralt #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher fic #my fic #jaskier #yennefer of vengerberg #geralt of rivia #ciri #the world is yours if you seek the good

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jaskier-cult · 4 years ago

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what the fuck is wrong with you

Julian Alfred Pankratz, a small noble boy of Lettenhove, runs away from his lessons to play in the woods, because he would much rather prefer being bare-footed and climbing among the trees than being in some stuffy room learning about assholes who killed their people and then themselves. And, out in the woods, he finds an egg.

He gets excited because he learned about eggs before, and they always hatch into cute little birds. And this egg is really big, so that means this is going to be a really cute bird.

That was logical, right?

The bigger the egg, the cuter the bird?

What he doesn’t know is that it is a griffin egg – not just a griffin, but an arch-griffin egg – that was orphaned by a witcher who killed the griffin and cleared out the nest, but missed this egg, which had rolled away and stayed hidden.

Julian only sees one option, and it’s to carry the egg home so he can care for it and wait for the baby bird to hatch. Because what else would he do?

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He’s in his room when it hatches, and eww – the baby bird is covered in slime and mucus and whatever else had been packed inside the egg, and this is definitely not cute, what were his mentors talking about – but then the baby screeches and rolls around, blind and weak, and its behaviour is cute and Julian’s heart absolutely melts.

The baby is promptly named Alfie, and Julian uses towels and cloth to clean off the baby, and he scrunches up his nose in confusion, because this is a really weird looking bird.

And ugly.

But ugly as in cute.

So, Julian shrugs and showers the baby in coos and praise and love.

He hides it from his parents and house staff, keeping Alfie hidden under his bed whenever someone comes in his room.

She’s so smart, too, as young as she is. She listens so well to Julian, like a trained hound, and she loves curling up with Julian at night at the foot of his bed. To make sure she doesn’t starve, he feeds Alfie leftover scraps from the kitchen, and finds that she really likes meats. Specifically raw meats. Which makes sense because she’s a bird, right? Birds are omnivores, right?

It’s not until the next week that Julian learns about griffins when he hears servants in the manor talking about the contract the witcher took, and something clicks in his head, and he’s like, “oh, so that’s why it looked like a weird bird. Because it’s a weird bird monster.”

He brings the baby, who is growing really big, too big to fit under his bed now – which he now knows is a griffin – outside again and plays with it and gets so proud and excited when Alfie starts to flap her wings and glide, jumping from high places and chasing after Julian. Alfie is really affectionate and likes to nuzzle and press against Julian like a cat. She even responds to her name, the clever little thing, but only when Julian calls it.

She also hunts down small rodents all on her own, and even though Julian thinks the raw meat and the blood is kind of disgusting, he still praises her for her hunting skills.

And she loves praise, and she’ll preen and puff her chest out whenever Julian showers her with love.

Alfie becomes protective over her human, and anytime Julian wanders into the woods with someone else, he quickly has to steer the other person away, lest Alfie mistake them for a danger to her Julian. Years after finding her, Alfie even once mauled a man who tried to rape Julian in the woods, when he was only fourteen, and Julian had never loved Alfie so much before. Immediately after, Alfie sniffed and tried to lick the blood off Julian, making high pitched whining and keening noises, like an overgrown puppy, worried that Julian was hurt. Julian gave her so much praise and coos that day, and he even brought back the best cuts of his dinner for her to enjoy.

Within a few months of bringing her outside to stay, the griffin grows to full size, and has the power and strength to kill ten men without blinking.

She’s still cute when she rolls over for Julian to give her belly rubs.

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Imagine Geralt’s surprise and exasperation to learn that the hopeless, painfully vulnerable and naïve bard who followed him, has a massive arch-griffin as a pet.

Certainly not him, who is attacked promptly after punching said bard.

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“Wait!” Jaskier choked out, still out of breath from being sucker-punched. “Don’t hurt her! Please!”

Geralt ignored the bard, tucking and rolling to avoid a swipe of massive razor-sharp claws. He brings his sword up, but the griffin jumps back, cleverer than most of its kin, and hisses at him, strangely subdued for a normally aggressive monster. It was weird, the way it kept glancing around and back at the bard, like it didn’t want to fight and wanted to fly away. And Geralt usually would have let it go, if not for the fact that it was between him and the bard and posed a danger.

He signed Aard, and the griffin was pushed back, shrieking as it crashed painfully into a tree.

Geralt brought his sword down to meet it, but then he was being body-checked by the bard, being thrown with unexpected strength.

“What the fuck –”

Then the bard stumbled and put his body in the way. “Stop!”

“Get out of the way, bard,” the witcher growled.

“No, you can punch me all you want, but I won’t let you hurt Alfie! She was only trying to protect me!”

The witcher had to blink to ensure he wasn’t hallucinating.

Then the bard spun around and was running over to the arch-griffin, absolutely and painfully no sense of self-preservation in sight. And then, he fucking cuddled up to the monster.

“Oh, baby, are you okay?” He asked in a high-pitched, soft voice, as if talking to a kitten.

That was definitely not a kitten. The furthest thing from it.

Then the griffin moved, and Geralt was ready to watch the bard’s head be chomped off, when the griffin nuzzled into his chest in what could be called an affectionate manner.

Geralt blinked.

The griffin fucking what?

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It was unsettling to travel with an arch-griffin. It was even more unsettling to see it act like a tame overgrown puppy to a painfully naïve bard, who showered it unconditionally with love, kisses, and praise, near constantly. Jaskier would stroke and pet the griffin whenever he liked, and would fucking climb on its back to ride, and the damned griffin let him.

“Oh, you’re so beautiful! You’re so cute, such a good girl!” Jaskier crooned. “Yes, you are! So majestic! Geralt, isn’t she the cutest thing you’ve ever seen!”

Geralt wouldn’t exactly call an arch-griffin cute.

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“What the fuck is wrong with you,” Lambert said, two seconds into meeting the bard.

The fucking arch-griffin chirped affectionately and nuzzled into the bard.

#the witcher #eventually geraskier #because alfie adopts geralt too #arch griffin #griffin #pet monster #jaskier #geralt #we stan jaskier #feral jaskier #and jaskier is obviously not human in this but i'm not tagging it because it isn't featured #and i wouldn't want to trick anyone #the name is a work in progress #basically the rest of the Continent is questioning jaskier's sanity #because who has a pet griffin #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher fanfic #jaskier centric #jaskier fanfic

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bomberqueen17 · 4 years ago

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Hello! I'm not a big ao3 commenter but I just wanted to tell you that I *adore* literally every single installment in Meet Death Sitting. Just...everything from Geralt's fond exasperation with Jaskier, to Jaskier as a petty academic, to Lambert's bullet journal and makeup expertise...your writing hits me STRAIGHT in the feels in a way that is complicated and wistful and tender. Also I'm ace-spec so a lot of smut is like...meh. But yours is great!! Lots of feelings and plot and character (1/2)

going on there. SO thank you for writing and making this whole quarantine process a little easier to bear!! (also as someone who is very invested in the Witcher but not so much in video games your wee precious flower crown geralt write-ups have been diverting as fucking hell. Omg) (2/2)

Hey, ace-spec solidarity!

It’s been keeping me sane too, it’s really good to have someplace I can kind of immerse myself that’s not our actual world at the moment. And I really have enjoyed doing the writeups and spent way too much time on them so I’m glad people enjoy them-- that was our escape, during quarantine, and I thought it was too good not to share. Sometimes making something into a story makes it better, you know?

It’s really funny that you said that about the smut too because I just got a really ridiculous anon ask I shall paste here because it doesn’t deserve an answer but does deserve to be laughed at. I got a shitty anon a couple of weeks back from someone who super-obviously had never read any of my shit; I’d posted an excerpt of some Geralt and Jaskier together from my, you know, in-progress OT3 epic, right, and this person was like it’s so shitty when women are written out of their own stories and i’m like this is because I put a ship tag on it, I deserve this, but also what a fucking idiot. I almost answered it publicly but then I was like no, I am not rewarding this kind of trolling-- but then I felt a little bad. What if I were young and impressionable, y’know? What if I were a beginning writer and someone threw that kind of shit at me? It’s hard to know what to do. Fuck off, idiot anti-slash anon, I’d argue that accusing slash shippers of misogyny by pure uninformed reflex is far, far more misogynistic than any kind of shipping could ever possibly be. Fuck you, pal. And also, this series has like fifty thousand words in it from Yennefer’s POV and you’re a dumb sack of shit who can’t even get being an anti right.

But this new anon, from today, this one takes the cake, and I sort of wonder how that kind of thing works-- like, how does this writer find smut writers to harass on Tumblr? This is super, super-obviously not from anyone who’s ever read any of my shit, or any of the things I’ve written about my own sexuality, or they’d know what a wrong tree this was to bark up? But anyway, enjoy this bit of tomfoolery:

Anonymous said:June 13th 2020, 8:34:08 am · 4 hours ago

Porn/smut of any kind is bad for your mind, health, and soul. For your own sake please consider stopping. I know you have a good heart and can be better than this.

Clearly, anon, you don’t know jack about dick or are egregiously trolling, but like, how did you even find people to send this shit to? It’s sort of entertainingly stupid, but I do worry, again, about some poor impressionable young person who might get an ask like this and be upset by it.

Listen, poor impressionable youths who might be reading this, fictional explorations of sexuality are not sinful, are not innately bad for any part of you, and the only peril here is to the soul of the sort of person who is spending their sole precious life on this planet going around finding fic authors to harass. I would worry about you, anon, but I can’t actually believe you’re serious enough for me to spare any concern for it.

I’m a 40-year-old bi demisexual and I’ve been using fictional sex as an exploration of the human psyche for about 28 years now and I’m here to tell you that it’s great, you should try it sometimes, and if you don’t like it then you shouldn’t do it, and that’s that.

Anyway I’m sort of bad at answering asks on this site and it’s partly because fully a quarter of them tend to be nonsense bullshit like this and then the nonsense bullshit tends to pile up, but if you have sent me a good or interesting or useful ask in the past and I didn’t answer it I do want to say thank you, I surely did read it.

#sophrosyneadrift #asks answered #about the author

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