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hiiii hannah <33 5 & 11 for the writing asks??
CHRYSAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! hello!!! ofc you get my answers and you also get a mwah <3333
5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?
Ooooh I remember once in like. late 2020 I once had like. a typical yennskier prison pals fic. you know 'em. you love 'em. we love em. and it was like. Jaskier had been imprisoned by nilfgaard first before Yen and they made him lose his voice (shocker from me I know) and they were gonna Bond until it got to the point where Nilfgaard would try to make it hard for them to communicate by magically (temporarily!) blinding yen & it would've resorted to Tenderly Writing On The Palms and OH MY FUCKING GOD I JUST REALIZED "and I'll write I love you with my fingers on your sleeping hand" WORKS SO FUCKING WELL FOR THAT IM GONNA FUCKING SOB RUIN HADN'T COME OUT YET SO I DIDN'T THINK ABOUT IT BUT NOW I'LL CRY........ anyway
it didn't end up happening but. now i feel like thinking more on it just bc of that The Calling line bc ow-
for this question i'd also say like. any smut ideas bc I do not know how to do that and if I did I'd be pretty scared to post it-
11. Do you have specific playlists for writing fics?
Not particularly! I feel like music with lyrics is distracting while I work... BUT!
I've posted it a few times but there's one ambience/BG noise thing that is my ABSOLUTE favorite for writing to! I tend to also listen to classical mixes - the "Light Academia" sort of vibe :)
Sometimes I'll also listen to like. songs that fit the vibe of a specific part of a fic I'm working on so I get in the right Mood (Like for the newest Spider's Thread chapter... I listened to Cherry Wine by Hozier (more for the sound of it than the lyrics I've got to say) and ofc. Fair :') )
Aaaa thank you so much for the ask you are a treasure <3333
Ask me a Fic Writer Ask!
#chrysa. chrysa i'm smooching you. chrysa you're getting a mwah. and a hug. and a hug. and a hug.#you can see where I realized In Real Time how I could make a TAD parallel :')#answered#chrysa tag
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when is my beloved daughter (yennskier) coming home
#went to my tag and like i was having a crazy time 24/7 we need to bring them back#chrysa speaks#yennskier
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making a swap au. rtdl screencap redraw
#ren.png#hoshi no kirby#gotta tag the og characters huh#susanna patrya haltmann#marx kirby#max profitt haltmann#morpho knight#ok#starburst au#susie (starburst)#star (starburst)#king haltmann (starburst)#chrysa knight (starburst)#kirby au#kirby's return to dream land
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For the Glory of Love
by Chrysa, unknown year
An exciting, post-"His Way" O/K.
Words: 17227, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: violence
Characters: Odo, Kira Nerys
Relationships: Odo/Kira
Reader suggested tags (what are these?): none
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Don’t you realise? They’re just battle cries, dear
happy birthday @wanderlust-t
#geralt + TAD for you#hope you like it :D :D#have a very happy birthday love#you deserve all good things#❤️❤️❤️#chrysa tag
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Headcanon that Jaskier absolutely sucks at cooking. Full on can’t even make pasta, once nearly destroyed the kitchen in an attempt to make lasagna and giving it a red makeover in the process.
Headcanon that instead, Jaskier is very good at baking. He loves making muffins and macarons and cakes and whichever recipe he can find online.
His staple, though, are his chocolate chip cookies: they’re fudgy in the middle and crispy on the outside, and everyone who tries them will immediately grab two more.
Every Sunday night he prepares a batch of dough for the week ahead — chills it in the fridge and then pre-rolls and freezes it, so that he always has cookies at hand if need be.
And when Yennefer calls him when she’s on her way back from work and he can already hear it in her voice that it was not a good day, he walks over to the freezer, gets out 4 little balls of dough (2 for her, 2 for him) and throws them in the oven.
And when he can hear Yennefer walking up the stairs to their apartment door, the entire place already smells sweet and warm. She opens the door, drops her bag on the floor, all the while Jaskier is already waiting with his arms wide open.
She almost runs to him, letting herself be wrapped up in his arms and hides her face in his neck.
“Rough day?”
“Hmmm.”
“I made cookies.”
“It already got better.”
#yennskier#yenskier#the witcher headcanon#totally not prompted by me just preparing a batch of cookie dough so that i can always make some#also#chrysa if you're reading the tags...#yes the lasagna bit is a reference to your lil ficlet 🧡#kathi writes
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Promo
``~~Greetings, I am-..hold on.~~``
``~~There we go. Greetings, I am Chrysa. My morail has ‘helpfully informed’ me that I should be more social. They did not say to be social face to face. So I have made a blog.~~``
``~~Now be a dear and spread the news -u- ~~``
@ask-the-purple-runt @ask-the-troll-boys @ask-the-information-specialist @ask-the-buzzing-captor @ask-the-friendsim-mc
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Ooooh I'm going to do this thank you thank you thank you chrysa asshshdhfhfjd <3333
ready to cry
#*cries inside your hug*#GOOD LUCK OMG#you got this!!!!#<3#chrysa hhe#wait indont have a tag 4 u#gow aboutttt#chrysalis#hehehehe
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WHAT CRYSTAL ARE YOU?
pink opal
there is strength in softness and no one knows this better than you. no one knows the cruelty it took for you to learn to be so vulnerable. your sensitivity is your armor. you refuse to let the world crush you. you refuse to stop seeing beauty in broken things. you will always look for the light in the darkness. people underestimate you. they think you are far too delicate. but they don't know your gentleness was forged from hardship. there are depths beneath your smiles no one will know. when was the last time you did let someone know, though? when was the last time you let yourself cry. when was the last time you didn't bury your anger? you're more than what you give to others.
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tagged by: @shrapnelsong tagging: @mschfmakr , @stillbled, @fortunesweep, @lotusandlies, @hortussecretum, @rainymuses, @chrysaelis , @vvisteria, @dreamsofthepast, @assassincraft, @renkiinjutsushi & anyone else who wants to do it! just say i tagged you.
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AAAA HAPPY BIRTHDAY HANNAH!!!! 🎉🎉 i wish you the best i hope you have a wonderful year and get a lot of love and lots and lots of hugs you deserve them <3333 ~chrysa <3
CHRYSAAAAAAA
YOURE TOO SWEET IM GOING TO CRYYYYY 😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖💖😭😭😭💖😭💖😭💖😭💖 >v<!!!
You're so lovely <3333
Love, Hannah <3
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before you write your oc, THINK:
1. are they a freak
2. can they be a freak
3. how can i make them more of a freak
#this comes to you by stavros waking up injured and trying to smell alkis on katerina's sheets (alkis hasn't been there for months)#chrysa speaks#oc tag
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thanks for the tag @wanderlust-t and @unremarkablegirl !!
1. LOTR trilogy
2. Pride & Prejudice (2005)
3. Sense & Sensibility (199...uhhhh...7? maybe?)
4. Sliding Doors
5. 27 Dresses
6. Captain America: The Winter Soldier
7. Steel Magnolias
tagging anyone who wants to share 💕
Tagged by @loquenomedices 💙 List 7 comfort films and tag 7 people 💕
1. The Sound of Music
2. Addams Family Values
3. Someone Great
4. The Perks of Being A Wallflower
5. Fighting With My Family
6. The Boys In The Band
7. Eurovision: The Story of Fire Saga
Tagging (this won't be 7): @dani-dandelino @hailhailsatan @jaskierswolf @elliestormfound
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hii!! geraskier 22 for the banter prompts?? 💞
Thank you so much Chrysa for the prompt!! <33333 I aimed for banter but it ended up soft somehow. Now I give you some domesticity and accidental discovery of new erogenous zones. ;))
banter prompt 22. “You didn’t answer my question.”
(Geraskier, 1.2k, domestic husbands, unusual erogenous zones, cw: scars and torture)
Read on AO3
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Geralt turns another page.
He’s sat against the floor-to-ceiling window on a soft rug. The book is laid out next to him on the ground, so the lazy winter sun may provide enough natural light. Somewhere during the past hour, Jaskier has joined him and laid down on his thigh, his head pillowed there comfortably.
It’s just the right position for Geralt to card his fingers through the bard’s mussed hair, scratching behind his ear absent-mindedly. If not for the little nuzzles, he would think Jaskier has dozed off in the warm sunlight.
His other hand still keeps the book open, pressing down on each line as he devours the story.
The plot picks up. The ogre is entering the castle, searching for the cursed princess. Suddenly there’s a dragon. She can breathe a sea of fire to block his way. Oh, no.
Geralt tenses, his palm traveling to Jaskier’s arm and stroking up and down nervously. His heart almost jumps out of his throat.
Thankfully the dragon flings her tail and sends the ogre crashing into the princess’ chamber. Oh, but she’s expecting a prince, not an—
Jaskier’s breath hitches.
Geralt’s attention snaps back to the bard. It’s not a sign of distress. In fact, when Jaskier’s breathing changes like this, it means exactly the opposite of discomfort.
He notices his fingers have been lingering on the inside of Jaskier’s wrist, where the jagged scar peaks over the end of the sleeve. The newly formed skin is still tender even after months of healing, but a simple touch has never elicited a response like this.
Intrigued, he observes the bard’s reaction and traces the scar again, this time with a deliberate pressure.
And Jaskier bites in a moan, his face buried into the fabric of Geralt’s trousers, his eyes still squeezed shut.
“Jaskier?”
The bard pretends to not hear.
“Is that—” Geralt chuckles. “Is that what I think it is?”
“Why I don’t know what you mean.” The response comes out muffled.
Geralt repeats the motion and the bard can’t hold in a whorish moan this time. The gentle caress seems to send a shudder through his body, making him curl into himself on the rug.
“Hmm.” Geralt lets go of the book and slowly rolls Jaskier on his back, keeping his neck supported nicely. “Are you actually turned on by this?”
Cornflower blues stare back begrudgingly.
“Making fun of me like this,” Jaskier says, pursing his lips. “You’re lucky I love you.”
“I am, but you didn’t answer my question.”
Geralt leaves the scar alone and takes Jaskier’s hand, his thumb stroking encouragingly. The bard sighs before returning a gentle squeeze.
“It’s become more sensitive… recently,” Jaskier admits.
“I thought it was just numb.”
“For a while, yes. But these days, if you touch too lightly, I just… I get like this.” A blush dusts over the bard’s cheeks in embarrassment.
Geralt hums. He holds Jaskier’s hand closely, and rolls down the sleeve, exposing the entirety of the marred skin. It looks pink and tender, like the scar tissue could break again easily with even the tiniest rough handling.
Thinking back on the severity of this wound when they got Jaskier out of that torture cell, Geralt’s stomach turns with unease.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he frowns.
Jaskier bites his lower lip. “Thought it would just go away if I ignored it, I guess.”
A shadow casts over his features, just like every time he wakes up from those nightmares. Geralt has been trying to erase those haunted looks on the bard’s face but failing, but perhaps this is an opportunity they can explore.
“Do you feel anything?” He prods the edge of the scar with a thumb and Jaskier nods. Geralt keeps moving, changing the way he presses and moves.
“Oh—” Jaskier startles, but not unpleasantly, his heart picking up. “That’s weird, but not as weird as before… oh, wow. It’s nice, like this… Wait, no—"
Geralt stops instantly.
“Too much?” he asks, concerned.
Jaskier only grins, the blush deepening. “Too good.”
Raising an eyebrow, Geralt suddenly has an idea.
“Sit up.”
The bard groans but obliges. His hair is all ruffled in the afternoon doze, his eyes sparkling in the warm sun. The witcher can’t help but lean in for a kiss, immediately deepening it and pushing the bard against the glass window.
A tiny moan escapes Jaskier’s throat as Geralt shifts to nip at his neck. Their fingers thread together. The bard bites into his earlobe and Geralt has to pull back a little to stop things from getting too heated up.
“I’m going to try something, all right?” Geralt rasps. Their breaths mingle at the proximity. When Jaskier nods eagerly, he holds up their interlocked hands again. Tilting his head for a better angle, Geralt presses his lips on the scar gently.
Jaskier sobs and whimpers, but Geralt focuses on keeping the pressure feather-light, licking and soothing the delicate scar tissue like it’s the most precious thing in the world. At the back of his mind, he realizes that it is. It’s a part of Jaskier. It’s a part of what he went through just to be here, safely tucked away from the world. And that makes the jagged patch of skin something to be worshipped.
With another flick of tongue, Geralt pulls away to see his bard completely out of it from the constant stimulation. He breathes heavily. Pleasure renders his cheeks rosy-pink and his eyes hazy. He leans on Geralt’s shoulder with a relaxed hum. Judging by the hardness in his trousers, the reaction is quite positive.
“Still good?”
A laugh comes out incoherently. After all these years, Geralt still prides himself in the effects he has on Jaskier, no matter how many times they’ve pushed the boundaries of pleasure for each other.
“I need—” his bard splutters, flustered. “I need you to…”
Geralt brushes back the hair falling into those beautiful cornflower blues, revealing Jaskier’s smooth forehead, and presses a wet kiss there. “What do you need, my love? Just tell me.”
Jaskier grins. “I need you to take me to bed. Now,” he breathes desperately. “Or I’ll take you right here.”
“Not much of a threat.”
Geralt collects himself, stands, and then bends down to scoop Jaskier up. The bard yelps before clinging tighter, which happens to put the scar just within reach for another quick kiss.
“Oh… Perhaps I should get tortured more often if this is what comes out of it,” Jaskier teases, but the witcher only sends him a stern look. His brows furrow in seriousness. “What? Too soon?” The bard places a smooch on Geralt’s cheek as an apology, before burrowing into the crook of his neck.
“Hmm. You are an idiot.”
“Your idiot.”
At his feet, the book remains open, but the ogre and the princess will have to wait. Geralt has his bard to take care of. In a few new ways that they can certainly come up with once they reach the bedroom.
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If only scars all worked like this, the world would be a slightly better place. And yes, the book is indeed Shrek ;))
Tagging: @rockysstupidity @flowercrown-bard @alllthequeenshorses @mothmanismyuncle @theultimatenerdd
Please feel free to tell me if you want to be removed or added to the list <3
#geraskier#ultimate hurt/comfort as turning a bad experience to a positive one#i may have a thing for jaskier's hands#or hand injury#i've featured it three times now#kaer morhen has huge glass windows because I said so#geraskier fic#prompt fill#the witcher fic#hurt jaskier#jaskier whump#soft geraskier#soft geralt#i feel like any kind of prompt will end up soft with me#oh well
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Thanks @curator-on-ao3 for the WIP ask!
PS. I love your Chrislasis (pun! ChrIsalis, not Chrysa... Sigh. Never mind). A great start to the cliffhanger at the episode end!
The General Rule: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
My more developed WIPs:
* The Search for Una (ST: SNW)
* Esprit de Corps (ST:Voy)
* Synchronicity (ST:Voy)
* Twenty Thousand Leagues (ST:Voy)
* Skin Deep (ST:Voy)
Tagging @ussjellyfish, @seemaunbound, @amoderngirl, @carter-sg-1, @traccigaryn. No obligations, of course!
#wip tag game#may all those wips see the light of day before the end of the universe#it will be a close call for some of them though#star trek voyager#star trek strange new worlds
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The Fly
by Chrysa, unknown year
Odo makes an unfortunate choice.
Words: 2555, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none listed
Characters: Odo, Kira Nerys
Relationships: Odo/Kira
Reader suggested tags (what are these?): humor
links (link broken? report it and try the archive.org alternative):
archive.org - option 1
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