May. 30th, 2020
ANCIENT SEA CHAPTER UPDATE FINALLY
May. 30th, 2020 03:27 pmvia https://ift.tt/36HcNzs
ok this has taken forever, i noticed in the chapter notes of the last update i talked about a burn on my hand that I’d put a Pokemon bandage on… which is now just a healed scar, fuck that took forever. Because, well, it is basically a whole chapter of explicit sex and that takes forever to write.
Yes, this is the chapter where, after– ah fuck the series is over 200,000 words, I didn’t mean to do that, god damn it I hadn’t let myself look until now– after many many words, I finally have Geralt make good on the promise he made in like the middle chapter of the first story, where he promised to fuck Jaskier until he forgot how to talk.
That’s it that’s the chapter, Geralt fucking Jaskier until the goddamn bard forgets how to talk.
But of course, since it’s me, really it’s Geralt having the quintessential adult experience of finally hooking up with your crush in… your childhood bedroom, essentially, which is full of all the cringey shit you loved as a youth (in Geralt’s case, it is all wolf pelts and tawdry paperbacks about courtly romances) and have been inured to ever since and are only in this moment, which ought to be erotic, suddenly having the horrible crushing realization is just right out there on the shelf and at any moment your crush is going to notice, oh lord, this is bad, and also your bratty little brother is totally eavesdropping in the hallway like he always does.
Bonus points: Geralt’s Collection Of Oils. (No, he is not going to use Dude Oil on Jaskier, you use that to kill dudes, not fuck them.)
On AO3: The Ancient Sea, Chapter 14, Salacious Descriptions of Bosoms, please note Explicit rating.
He squinted suspiciously at one of the specimen jars on the end of the bookshelf. It had contained a water serpent preserved in alcohol, but he could see– fucking Lambert– that there were several other items in the jar that he would lay good odds were probably bits of human anatomy Lambert had collected expressly to do this with. The last remnants of the prank war.
Jaskier was poking at a harpy skull set on the edge of the bookshelf, very delicately, with one finger, but then he tilted his head and squinted. “Are those all– books?” he asked, attention sharpening.
“Mostly,” Geralt said. Oh no, he was going to lose Jaskier’s attention to this. And sure, many of the books were obscure academic tomes but there were, well, probably a lot of battered novels of embarrasing subject matter in there, from his younger days.
Who was he kidding, he still fucking loved stupid romantic novels with knights-errant and salacious descriptions of bosoms in them. “I– salvaged a lot from– I bring back ones I find too.” He stepped into Jaskier’s space, a little awkwardly, interposing his body between Jaskier and the jar of pickled… whatever it was now, and the groaning shelves of tattered novels. “You can look at them in the light,” he offered. “In the morning.” After Geralt had taken a moment to relocate the jar and a hefty section of the bookshelf.
That attention turned to him, now. “Hm,” Jaskier said, smiling a private, pleased little smile. “You had something else in mind for tonight?”
“Maybe,” Geralt said, utterly failing at being smooth.
ok this has taken forever, i noticed in the chapter notes of the last update i talked about a burn on my hand that I’d put a Pokemon bandage on… which is now just a healed scar, fuck that took forever. Because, well, it is basically a whole chapter of explicit sex and that takes forever to write.
Yes, this is the chapter where, after– ah fuck the series is over 200,000 words, I didn’t mean to do that, god damn it I hadn’t let myself look until now– after many many words, I finally have Geralt make good on the promise he made in like the middle chapter of the first story, where he promised to fuck Jaskier until he forgot how to talk.
That’s it that’s the chapter, Geralt fucking Jaskier until the goddamn bard forgets how to talk.
But of course, since it’s me, really it’s Geralt having the quintessential adult experience of finally hooking up with your crush in… your childhood bedroom, essentially, which is full of all the cringey shit you loved as a youth (in Geralt’s case, it is all wolf pelts and tawdry paperbacks about courtly romances) and have been inured to ever since and are only in this moment, which ought to be erotic, suddenly having the horrible crushing realization is just right out there on the shelf and at any moment your crush is going to notice, oh lord, this is bad, and also your bratty little brother is totally eavesdropping in the hallway like he always does.
Bonus points: Geralt’s Collection Of Oils. (No, he is not going to use Dude Oil on Jaskier, you use that to kill dudes, not fuck them.)
On AO3: The Ancient Sea, Chapter 14, Salacious Descriptions of Bosoms, please note Explicit rating.
He squinted suspiciously at one of the specimen jars on the end of the bookshelf. It had contained a water serpent preserved in alcohol, but he could see– fucking Lambert– that there were several other items in the jar that he would lay good odds were probably bits of human anatomy Lambert had collected expressly to do this with. The last remnants of the prank war.
Jaskier was poking at a harpy skull set on the edge of the bookshelf, very delicately, with one finger, but then he tilted his head and squinted. “Are those all– books?” he asked, attention sharpening.
“Mostly,” Geralt said. Oh no, he was going to lose Jaskier’s attention to this. And sure, many of the books were obscure academic tomes but there were, well, probably a lot of battered novels of embarrasing subject matter in there, from his younger days.
Who was he kidding, he still fucking loved stupid romantic novels with knights-errant and salacious descriptions of bosoms in them. “I– salvaged a lot from– I bring back ones I find too.” He stepped into Jaskier’s space, a little awkwardly, interposing his body between Jaskier and the jar of pickled… whatever it was now, and the groaning shelves of tattered novels. “You can look at them in the light,” he offered. “In the morning.” After Geralt had taken a moment to relocate the jar and a hefty section of the bookshelf.
That attention turned to him, now. “Hm,” Jaskier said, smiling a private, pleased little smile. “You had something else in mind for tonight?”
“Maybe,” Geralt said, utterly failing at being smooth.
no mercy once she grips a sword
May. 30th, 2020 10:27 pmvia https://ift.tt/2TTsY7n
aight. we logged back in. the last of the people in Dandelion’s appointment book was a Nilfgaardian noblewoman named Rose var Attre. Geralt has two choices about how to enter: say at the door that he’s the new fencing instructor, or be turned away at the door and then go climb over the wall, run into Rose in the garden, and have her say to her guards that he’s the new fencing instructor. Not really much of a choice.
“She shows no mercy once she grips a sword,” one of the guards cautioned Geralt. “Mmmhmm,” said MM, glancing up from her embroidery. “Oh. What?”
( listen who doesn't like sword=dick jokes )
aight. we logged back in. the last of the people in Dandelion’s appointment book was a Nilfgaardian noblewoman named Rose var Attre. Geralt has two choices about how to enter: say at the door that he’s the new fencing instructor, or be turned away at the door and then go climb over the wall, run into Rose in the garden, and have her say to her guards that he’s the new fencing instructor. Not really much of a choice.
“She shows no mercy once she grips a sword,” one of the guards cautioned Geralt. “Mmmhmm,” said MM, glancing up from her embroidery. “Oh. What?”
( listen who doesn't like sword=dick jokes )