chapter update: story complete!!

keira/lambert/aiden, ot3 baby, making it happen, the witcher, witcher 3, aiden lives, story complete!!!

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last & final chapter update on Involved Process, concluding the story, though I have a Somft Epilogue half-planned and we’ll see how that goes. CHAPTER 11: UNBRIDLED SMUT https://archiveofourown.org/works/28876890/chapters/74137866

(Also, the Promised Eskel Sequel is about to begin posting huzzah!! Subscribe or stay tuned or whatever, I promise it’ll be good)

This chapter is a good one, I promise, you’ve all been very well-behaved even though I’ve sucked at answering comments. There’s some hand-feeding and some sex stuff I don’t even know how to describe but it’s probably somebody’s favorite and I sure hope so. There’s also dick spines, but that’s a minor plot point and nobody minds. It’s as close as I come to cuteagens and I promise it’s not actually a Witcher thing.

Also, credit to Minoanmiss on Dreamwidth for pointing out that one does not need an erection to enjoy receiving fellatio, this opened my mind somewhat when I thought I’d sort of painted myself into a corner, and was a very important component into this chapter coming together as it did!

and the dialogue snippet below comes straight out of a story told to me in like 2001 by a fellow i dated for like a week, so that’s also deserving of credit but I don’t remember basically any of the names of anyone involved, so. waves hand vaguely

Keira didn’t have the heart to let Aiden continue, but also didn’t have the composure to say something that made more sense. He broke off, looking over her shoulder with an air of anxious misery, and she leaned forward, putting a finger of her free hand over his lips. “Shh,” she said.

He refocused on her, eyebrows going up in concern or confusion, but his mouth was softly taut under her finger. “You’re prettier that way,” she said, pretending earnestness, because flippancy was easier than sincerity.

He laughed, startled, and he was so pretty when he laughed that she leaned the rest of the way forward and kissed him. He was still for a moment, but then yielded to her with an almost-sweet little sigh, tipping his head back as she pushed herself up and took his face between both her hands to kiss him properly. (Your picture was not posted)

chamerionwrites:All I want is the tiniest modicum of acknowledgment that the world is not divided...

option!, this wasn't tagged don't rb so i hope it's ok to rb, because i think it is general enough to be a good explainer!

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chamerionwrites https://chamerionwrites.tumblr.com/post/645852171473207296/all-i-want-is-the-tiniest-modicum-of :

All I want is the tiniest modicum of acknowledgment that the world is not divided into pure and sensitive souls who make and consume stories that are wholesome and accessible for everyone, and callous thick-skinned edgelords who make and consume dark stories and don’t care who they hurt.

I’m tired of rolling over and exposing my belly to grovel for a sliver of understanding. I probably shouldn’t be doing it now. But the kind of thing that hits me like an emotional sledgehammer to the face is when - for example - an author writes what they (and usually 99.9% of their readers) believe to be a fulfilling and fluffy story about found family, but which contains elements that come across to me as unnervingly cult-like.

That can’t be warned for. It can’t be warned for not merely because it’s very particular and often very easy to overlook, but because the author is by definition unaware of the issue and it is specifically that disconnect between text and framing that trips my fight or flight response. The exact same story elements, in a narrative that took a much darker and more disturbing tone, wouldn’t bother me at all. And the only way that I can avoid that kind of thing is by shunning found family tropes (which are pretty common, and which I enjoy when done well) altogether, or by going in with my radar on alert and bailing if I start to get bad vibes - which is probably going to result in both plenty of false positives where I nope out on harmless fun, and plenty of false negatives where I get sledgehammered because I didn’t realize I needed to bail until it was too late.

Do you see how a soft happy story can be triggering not merely in an incidental way, but specifically because it’s soft and happy? Do you see how demanding that every individual instance and type of violence or tragedy must ALWAYS be warned for in its own right rather than covered under a broad disclaimer is a huge double standard? Do you see how insisting that the most inclusive and accessible space is always one where we don’t explore those things - certainly not explicitly or in any depth - and that anyone who disagrees is just a bad person who doesn’t care about trauma survivors throws a whole bunch of trauma survivors under the bus?

Maybe just. Consider complexities once in a while, ffs. (Your picture was not posted)

maturiin:when ur playing the witcher 3 and the sunlight hits...

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when ur playing the witcher 3 and the sunlight hits just right (Your picture was not posted)