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writing is 10% storytelling and 90% rearranging three sentences for an hour like you're trying to solve an ancient curse

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Rowan and Ash - Chapter Six

Onto chapter six, in which we have an entire chapter of nsfw. I regret nothing!

This story is also being posted on my A03

(If you're wondering what the deal with this story is, or what's going on with An Iron Blood Tale, check out my notes in chapter one.)

This is whumpy slavefic so please mind the content warnings. Enjoy!

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Content warnings: whump, slavefic, m/m master/slave dynamics, dubcon nsfw, sexual slavery, mentions of self-harm, power dynamics/size difference, hurt/comfort...kind of? jury's out on that one Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3,945

Chapter Five // Chapter Seven

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Rowan eyed the attractive swell of Ash's lips, vividly recalling the way they'd felt on his skin the day before, and noted that he was already half hard in his trousers. Keep calm, he told himself. There was no reason to rush. Ash needed to go at his own pace, and Rowan would enjoy the work either way. 

He wondered what Ash's preference would be, if he would suck Rowan quickly and be done with it, or if he would take his time and use that clever mind to work out what Rowan liked. Rowan decided he didn't care which approach Ash chose. Either would be acceptable, and the choice alone would give him an idea of what was going on inside Ash's head. 

Ash was kneeling quietly at his feet, unmoving, a tiny line of tension between his brows. The faint smattering of freckles across his nose where made nearly invisible by the flush on his face, and his hands were curled tightly in his lap, knuckles white with strain. Nervous, then, but that wasn't out of the ordinary. It was Rowan's experience that new slaves were often anxious the first time they serviced him—learning a new master was tricky business, after all—but he'd found that the best way to overcome that was simply to dive in head first, so to speak. "Don't be shy," he urged, spreading his knees wider to make room. "I'm not terribly picky. Just do your best."

Ash chewed his lip, hesitating a moment longer, and then shuffled forward, easing into the warm space between Rowan's thighs.

"There's my good boy," Rowan said, stroking the soft curls beneath his hand. "Now go on and take me out, and mind the zipper. Some day I'll expect you to do it using only that pretty mouth, but for now you may use your hands." 

Ash nodded meekly and reached for the fastenings on Rowan's trousers, undoing the buttons and pulling the zipper with care, sending a shiver down Rowan's spine. 

Continue reading the rest of the chapter on my A03 - Things get pretty explicit from here, and I worry about tumblr's prudish guidelines 😅 Someone (I'm so sorry, I forget who!) had mentioned that erotica isn't necessarily a no-go on tumblr, but out of an abundance of caution I'm linking out. I don't want my blog to get nuked lol

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Thanks so much for reading! lmk if you liked or if you want to be added to the tag list for future posts. I would be happy to add you 😁

tag list: @definiteberry @emanresus-blog @mantrasong @hellodecisionparalysis @alexmundaythrufriday @3-2-whump @there-will-always-be-blood @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees @whumplicity @vampirewithouttheblood

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Come For The Cosmic Awe, Stay For The Skeletons In Spacesuits: Adam Rowe On Sci-Fi Art Of The 1970s – Unquiet Things

An interview with @70sscifiart!

Image: Bruce Pennington’s 1974 cover to A. E. van Vogt’s The World of Null-A

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“Hot and bothered” in the sense that it is 90 degrees out and I am extremely annoyed

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Fishermen Cottages by the Sea, Cockburnspath -  Anne Skinner , 2024.

Scottish , b. 1955 -

Acrylic and oil on board , 15 3/4 x 15 3/4 in. 40 x 40 cm.

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Rowan and Ash - Chapter Six

Onto chapter six, in which we have an entire chapter of nsfw. I regret nothing!

This story is also being posted on my A03

(If you're wondering what the deal with this story is, or what's going on with An Iron Blood Tale, check out my notes in chapter one.)

This is whumpy slavefic so please mind the content warnings. Enjoy!

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Content warnings: whump, slavefic, m/m master/slave dynamics, dubcon nsfw, sexual slavery, mentions of self-harm, power dynamics/size difference, hurt/comfort...kind of? jury's out on that one Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3,945

Chapter Five // Chapter Seven

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Rowan eyed the attractive swell of Ash's lips, vividly recalling the way they'd felt on his skin the day before, and noted that he was already half hard in his trousers. Keep calm, he told himself. There was no reason to rush. Ash needed to go at his own pace, and Rowan would enjoy the work either way. 

He wondered what Ash's preference would be, if he would suck Rowan quickly and be done with it, or if he would take his time and use that clever mind to work out what Rowan liked. Rowan decided he didn't care which approach Ash chose. Either would be acceptable, and the choice alone would give him an idea of what was going on inside Ash's head. 

Ash was kneeling quietly at his feet, unmoving, a tiny line of tension between his brows. The faint smattering of freckles across his nose where made nearly invisible by the flush on his face, and his hands were curled tightly in his lap, knuckles white with strain. Nervous, then, but that wasn't out of the ordinary. It was Rowan's experience that new slaves were often anxious the first time they serviced him—learning a new master was tricky business, after all—but he'd found that the best way to overcome that was simply to dive in head first, so to speak. "Don't be shy," he urged, spreading his knees wider to make room. "I'm not terribly picky. Just do your best."

Ash chewed his lip, hesitating a moment longer, and then shuffled forward, easing into the warm space between Rowan's thighs.

"There's my good boy," Rowan said, stroking the soft curls beneath his hand. "Now go on and take me out, and mind the zipper. Some day I'll expect you to do it using only that pretty mouth, but for now you may use your hands." 

Ash nodded meekly and reached for the fastenings on Rowan's trousers, undoing the buttons and pulling the zipper with care, sending a shiver down Rowan's spine. 

Continue reading the rest of the chapter on my A03 - Things get pretty explicit from here, and I worry about tumblr's prudish guidelines 😅 Someone (I'm so sorry, I forget who!) had mentioned that erotica isn't necessarily a no-go on tumblr, but out of an abundance of caution I'm linking out. I don't want my blog to get nuked lol

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Thanks so much for reading! lmk if you liked or if you want to be added to the tag list for future posts. I would be happy to add you 😁

tag list: @definiteberry @emanresus-blog @mantrasong @hellodecisionparalysis @alexmundaythrufriday @3-2-whump @there-will-always-be-blood @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees @whumplicity @vampirewithouttheblood

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hey uh new type of ao3 spam comment just dropped. (I know it's spam because the fic they left this comment on . doesn't have chapters. lmfao). Report this kinda comment as spam and don't take it personally it is literally recycled bullshit

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forests in Wurmtal, germany

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absolute banger content bb

To all my writers who have a tough time with smut terms and not knowing which ones to use, I have found the holy grail for us.

This reddit user took a poll of 3,500 people and went really in depth with asking their favorite terminology, along with actual pie charts on what the readers preferred to see in their smut.

Here's the direct link to the Google doc with all the info!

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Summer Stream - Simeon Nijenhuis , 2025.

Dutch, b. 1969 -

Oil on panel , 31 x 35 cm.

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I know this is something that people my age often moan about (folks in their mid/late 30s to 40s) - but fanfic & fandom used to be so much more interactive. Back in the early 00s when folks read your fic and liked it, they told you, and it was so much more of a conversation. We all got to gush and nerd out together and boost each other's egos. I do miss those days, now that we live in the era of likes & kudos. Those things are great, of course, but nothing gives quite the same high as someone leaving a nice comment to say they like your stuff. Always always always comment on the author's work if you enjoyed it. Lets all be weird little freaks together c'mon

"should we tell authors on ao3 when we have discord conversations about their fics" i don't speak for everyone here but if y'all ever find a group chat discussing my fics you can should must and WILL send me screenshots of the whole damn thing. inflate my ego. gimme

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North Sea   -    Inge Schiöler , 1967. 

Swedish , 1908-1971

Oil on canvas,  61 x 55 cm.

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editing is just you vs. past-you in a duel of questionable comma placement and emotional instability

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The Birdcage (1996) dir. Mike Nichols

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Butterfly Bush - Barbara Winrow

British , b. 1950s

Acrylic on canvas , 61 x 76 cm.

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Daisies * - Olha Vlasova , 2025.

Ukrainian , b. 1994 -

Acrylic on canvas , 30 x 30 cm.

*Moments Series

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Hansry week day 4: Heat