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Please share.

This trainer has helped me a bit with my dog on her private group she invited me to.

I cannot give anything but I can share.

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What gremlin wrote this. Because I know I didn’t post that.

Wait how do you start fics I forgot

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all i want to do is write that one fic that takes people’s breath away and kinda lingers in the back of their minds. i want to write something that makes people want to make art and play with my versions of characters or in the universe i created. i want to be able to create worlds that feel real enough to walk into and write lines that stick with people until they forget where exactly they heard it because it lives in their bones now.

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You don’t. You summon a very powerful demon that’s also very oddly cowardly and give himself gifts.

Then after awhile if giving him gifts, you decide to watch his cat which you think is easy but the thing would put Cerberus to shame.

After that you put your fic idea on a paper and tie it to the cat without losing your arm and hope the demon accepts. You should find a document on some sort of program with the first 3 paragraphs if you did this correctly

Works better if you listen to jazz and eat mangos.

Wait how do you start fics I forgot

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hey guys! so i just did a massive dashboard cleanse and i need people to follow! if you post

obx

the witcher

brooklyn nine-nine

film/movie stuff (i’ve watched portrait of a lady on fire twice in the past three days, if that helps to make this make sense)

the society (mostly the jocks. love those boys)

the order 

ragnarok (the swedish netflix show, not the marvel movie)

or whatever, please like or reblog this post so i can check out your blog!!

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Oh man. Some of my old stories on my “new” account. The ideas I liked a lot but weren’t executed well? Well written well. My stories still aren’t great. I found one called “fangs of fury” and I had one book I actually finished but the characters were over powered. Is like to go over it again. Anyway. That’s all, my wattpad account is

-Emi_writes3reads-

Do you guys want to see my old fanfiction XD

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Okay so for this one

https://www.wattpad.com/249302640-travlyn-1-jealous

I stopped using the one letters, still very terrible.

Oh god the gifs

I USED A SUPERNATURAL GIF ON ACCIDENT.

Some of my originals aren’t bad. But I’m glad I moved to a new account. Dear god.

What makes it worse is THE AMMOUNT OF READS. There’s 1k and 2k reads on the fanfiction. A keysmash is easier to read. I should try and rewrite some of them haha.

Do you guys want to see my old fanfiction XD

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I’m gonna do this from my fanfiction account.

Oh god looking at it.... I used “R” instead of “are” and “u” instead of “you”

I can’t event read it.

Here’s the link

https://www.wattpad.com/204196460-divine-sisters-travis-x-reader-the-village

I was very obsessed with aphmau. I died with someone JUST added this to their list. Why? It’s so bad. Awfull!

I said sorry for writing something short, still do that only this time it was one paragraph.

Do you guys want to see my old fanfiction XD

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Foreigner, a witcher fanfiction

Chapter one

Summary: when you were just born to a family who has the gifts passed down form through their family, from the only Witcher who could procreate. In fear of the constant threats of war, they threw 2 year old you through a portal to another world. Our world. But now your old home is calling to you, and it’s taking you back.

Pairing; Geralt x reader, some jaskier x reader, possibly a Yennifer x reader??

Warnings: terrible writing.

The tv screen clicks off as the ending scene of “Call of the wild” ends. You blink away any moisture from you eyes and stand up, the familiar feeling of home sickness touching your heart.

“Relax, you just miss Europe, isn’t that where they found you?” Your friend would say. A small chuckle escapes your lips as you climb out from under your unusually sized 120 pound German Shepard. A dog your imported from Germany.

“Ugh, Mars you are way to heavy to be a lap dog” you say as you finally pry yourself from under him. He gives you some puppy eyes and looks to the leash. Walking over to the hooks on the wall, near the door you grab the black leather leash and he runs over to you, sliding all over the wooden floors.

“Okay okay okay settle down” you clip the leash on the black leather harness. He sits down in front of the door, wagging his tail as he waits for you to open.

“Oh of course now you listen” you say as he waits for the command to go outside. You wave your hand ahead and step outside into the forest in front. The only place you sorta felt like you belonged.

Mars stays by your heel as you walk around the forest. While he would be loose at your old home, you don’t trust any of the critters in the woods.

Trees pass by as time seems to change quicker and quicker until you feel like it’s a whole new season. The sharp wind gets stronger and colder, till the short sleeves and shorts were wildly inappropriate.

Then it starts snowing. The soft fluffy ice crunches under your sneakers. Fear slipping through you. “It’s suppose to be spring” you shudder.

Mars’ fur stands up on his hackles. You bring your arms to your shoulders as goosebumps sprinkle your forearms and legs. Shivers causing you to shake. Your heart rate picks up as your mind comes to terms with this and you quickly turn on your heals, running backwards hoping that some who you’ll be back where you are, out of this cursed forest.

You run for what feels like hours, adrenaline coursing through you. Mars too, running desperately with fear in his eyes. Especially with the growling noises surrounding the forest. Something you choose to ignore.

That is until you hear large and heavy footsteps, 8 of them to be exact behind you. You whip you head around to see a large spider like creature. A scream echoes around you. You turn around and push yourself further. Mars runs ahead, much faster then you. His leash still in hand, he pulls you to the ground and drags you along the forest floor at high speeds.

“Mars! Oh my god! Mars!” You scream, never feeling so much fear in your life. A large branch comes in view laying on the leaf covered floor. Mars leaps over it and your head hits it hard. Your consciousness dwindles, bringing you into darkness.

Aggressive barking wakes you up. Arguing and bickering of unfamiliar voices in the background. Blinking, you find yourself under what looks like a wolf pelt.

“What is that creature?”

“Relax jaskier, it’s just some unusual dog, he’s protecting his master”

You pull yourself up, your dog still tied to the leash but your no longer holding it. He stands in front of you, barking at the two strangers dressed in cosplay uniformed.

“Is- is their a Renaissance festival in town?” Your voice croaks. A headache booming in the back of your head. “Ugh I definitely have a concussion- Mars heal!” You speak, your voice somewhat clearer.

The two men stare at you like your speaking another language. Mars stops barking and starts licking your face and arms till your fully awake and conscious. “I’m going to need some ibuprofen— don’t let me fall asleep bud okay? Even if it could be an old wise tale” you say to your dog.

“It seems hitting her head has caused her to become mad- not that she wasn’t already, wearing clothes like that in this weather, especially men’s clothing!” The man who you presume is jaskier.

“What? I got these in the woman’s department of belks— and it’s supposed to be spring but here I go walking out of my cabin and it’s snowing!” You tell the man who just called you crazy.

“Jaskier quiet, what town are you from? I can take you home” the white haired man says, a wolf mandalion dangling from his neck.

“I didn’t walk that far, did I? What state am I in?”

“Clearly a deranged state!” Jaskier says, a lute on his back.

“Is that a ukulele? Or a travel guitar?” You ask him. Again, he stares at you like your speaking another language.

“I’ll just Uber home, where’s my phone- and I left it at home” a groan echoes from your mouth. You go to stand but your sides burn, looking down you see large scrapes along your arms, legs, and ribs. Your clothes are all ripped up as well.

“An Arachas must of caused your dog to pull you” the white haired man says, packing his bags and loading them up on a horse. “Where do you live”

“Just take me downtown, I can get myself home from there” using your dog, you pull yourself up and grab onto his leash.

“You might want to train your dog better” jaskier says.

“He is trained, in protection and in therapy so I can take him to hospitals” you reply. Jaskier once again gives you a look like you’ve grown three heads.

“Yeah sure” jaskier replies.

“Mars, attack” Mars leaps onto jaskier, knocking him into a pile of mun. “Heal” he stops and comes back over to you.

“Fine, you’ve proven your point” he grunts out. The man with the white hair ignores you two as you get to the town. You follow behind, feeling like you’ve finally found home.

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Wolf and the cat update

Sorry it’s been awhile, I haven’t been liking how the story is turning out and been thinking about redoing it, same sort of concept, jaskier’s long lost witcher sister falls in love with Geralt. Again I’m sorry, I didn’t really plan out how it was going to work and now I kinda have an idea for the book and a y/n

What sort of things should remain the same?

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My asexual and aromantic ass trying to figure out how does writing smut works:

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Foreigner, a witcher fanfiction

Chapter one

Summary: when you were just born to a family who has the gifts passed down form through their family, from the only Witcher who could procreate. In fear of the constant threats of war, they threw 2 year old you through a portal to another world. Our world. But now your old home is calling to you, and it’s taking you back.

Pairing; Geralt x reader, some jaskier x reader, possibly a Yennifer x reader??

Warnings: terrible writing.

The tv screen clicks off as the ending scene of “Call of the wild” ends. You blink away any moisture from you eyes and stand up, the familiar feeling of home sickness touching your heart.

“Relax, you just miss Europe, isn’t that where they found you?” Your friend would say. A small chuckle escapes your lips as you climb out from under your unusually sized 120 pound German Shepard. A dog your imported from Germany.

“Ugh, Mars you are way to heavy to be a lap dog” you say as you finally pry yourself from under him. He gives you some puppy eyes and looks to the leash. Walking over to the hooks on the wall, near the door you grab the black leather leash and he runs over to you, sliding all over the wooden floors.

“Okay okay okay settle down” you clip the leash on the black leather harness. He sits down in front of the door, wagging his tail as he waits for you to open.

“Oh of course now you listen” you say as he waits for the command to go outside. You wave your hand ahead and step outside into the forest in front. The only place you sorta felt like you belonged.

Mars stays by your heel as you walk around the forest. While he would be loose at your old home, you don’t trust any of the critters in the woods.

Trees pass by as time seems to change quicker and quicker until you feel like it’s a whole new season. The sharp wind gets stronger and colder, till the short sleeves and shorts were wildly inappropriate.

Then it starts snowing. The soft fluffy ice crunches under your sneakers. Fear slipping through you. “It’s suppose to be spring” you shudder.

Mars’ fur stands up on his hackles. You bring your arms to your shoulders as goosebumps sprinkle your forearms and legs. Shivers causing you to shake. Your heart rate picks up as your mind comes to terms with this and you quickly turn on your heals, running backwards hoping that some who you’ll be back where you are, out of this cursed forest.

You run for what feels like hours, adrenaline coursing through you. Mars too, running desperately with fear in his eyes. Especially with the growling noises surrounding the forest. Something you choose to ignore.

That is until you hear large and heavy footsteps, 8 of them to be exact behind you. You whip you head around to see a large spider like creature. A scream echoes around you. You turn around and push yourself further. Mars runs ahead, much faster then you. His leash still in hand, he pulls you to the ground and drags you along the forest floor at high speeds.

“Mars! Oh my god! Mars!” You scream, never feeling so much fear in your life. A large branch comes in view laying on the leaf covered floor. Mars leaps over it and your head hits it hard. Your consciousness dwindles, bringing you into darkness.

Aggressive barking wakes you up. Arguing and bickering of unfamiliar voices in the background. Blinking, you find yourself under what looks like a wolf pelt.

“What is that creature?”

“Relax jaskier, it’s just some unusual dog, he’s protecting his master”

You pull yourself up, your dog still tied to the leash but your no longer holding it. He stands in front of you, barking at the two strangers dressed in cosplay uniformed.

“Is- is their a Renaissance festival in town?” Your voice croaks. A headache booming in the back of your head. “Ugh I definitely have a concussion- Mars heal!” You speak, your voice somewhat clearer.

The two men stare at you like your speaking another language. Mars stops barking and starts licking your face and arms till your fully awake and conscious. “I’m going to need some ibuprofen— don’t let me fall asleep bud okay? Even if it could be an old wise tale” you say to your dog.

“It seems hitting her head has caused her to become mad- not that she wasn’t already, wearing clothes like that in this weather, especially men’s clothing!” The man who you presume is jaskier.

“What? I got these in the woman’s department of belks— and it’s supposed to be spring but here I go walking out of my cabin and it’s snowing!” You tell the man who just called you crazy.

“Jaskier quiet, what town are you from? I can take you home” the white haired man says, a wolf mandalion dangling from his neck.

“I didn’t walk that far, did I? What state am I in?”

“Clearly a deranged state!” Jaskier says, a lute on his back.

“Is that a ukulele? Or a travel guitar?” You ask him. Again, he stares at you like your speaking another language.

“I’ll just Uber home, where’s my phone- and I left it at home” a groan echoes from your mouth. You go to stand but your sides burn, looking down you see large scrapes along your arms, legs, and ribs. Your clothes are all ripped up as well.

“An Arachas must of caused your dog to pull you” the white haired man says, packing his bags and loading them up on a horse. “Where do you live”

“Just take me downtown, I can get myself home from there” using your dog, you pull yourself up and grab onto his leash.

“You might want to train your dog better” jaskier says.

“He is trained, in protection and in therapy so I can take him to hospitals” you reply. Jaskier once again gives you a look like you’ve grown three heads.

“Yeah sure” jaskier replies.

“Mars, attack” Mars leaps onto jaskier, knocking him into a pile of mun. “Heal” he stops and comes back over to you.

“Fine, you’ve proven your point” he grunts out. The man with the white hair ignores you two as you get to the town. You follow behind, feeling like you’ve finally found home.

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A: How did you come up with the title to [insert fic]?

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

C: What member do you identify with most?

D: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?

E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

H: How would you describe your style?

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

J: Write or describe an alternative ending to [insert fic].

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters?

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

Q: How do you feel about collaborations?

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

Y: A character you want to protect.

Z: Major character death–do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate?

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This is how 70% of our friends work XD and 99% on just the torture part haha

Me, to my friends; I exist only to torture you

Me, to strangers: Oh my god did I say Hi weird? Was my waving weird? Oh my god they hate me I’m so sorry!

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The Wolf and the cat

Summary:

Pairing: Geralt x reader, Geralt x Witcher!reader, jaskier x sister!reader

Warnings: terrible battle scene writing....

Make sure to read chapter one AND the prologue to understand, also, so so so so sorry for the late upload! Hopefully it’s not too long or too short. Please reblog or comment if you have any ideas or suggestions, constructive criticism appreciated

Chapter one: https://fanfictionwarehouse.tumblr.com/post/190761085551/the-wolf-and-the-cat

Chapter two: the dragon

Y/n follows Solis to the Inn, which sits right on top of the rundown bar. Drunk patrons stumble out, talking about how the bar is full of rubbish beer and how everyone is an arse. She steps in, her eyes traveling to the witcher and a bard. Something about the bard is familiar. His voice, the harmonic tone and the strumming of the lute. Y/n almost feels lightheaded. It can’t be. It very well could be but a force inside her is scared.

She spots the key laying on the table. Solis already knows what she wants. He flys off her shoulder and sweeps down, grasping the key while the couple was distracted. Y/n herself hides just around the corner as the hawk flys around and drops the key in her hand. She lets out a shaky breath. “Good job, Solis”

She turns around and the witcher is there. “Why are you running” His rough voice echoes. Y/n knows this alley and the only way to run is to pass him. Truth be told, Y/n doesn’t know why she is running. It’s just some deep gut instinct, maybe even insecurity. She always hid who she was outside of here. To the outside world, she was The white lion, the cat, or the alpine tiger.

“Why shouldn’t I” She deflects the question with another. Her words holdings strong, hiding the nervousness underneath. The witcher in front of her groans, clearly annoyed with her defiance.

“If you are who I think you are… Your brother is looking for you” Y/n could feel the color drain from her face. The witcher pulls away, revealing a slim bard with a lute to his side. Solis’ eyes gaze down on her, his bright yellow eyes not unlike hers, blazing with comfort and worry.

“....Jullian” She whispers softly with deep sorrow. She didn’t know why she was running, every nerve in her bound would screaming, like they are now. The other witcher seems to be wary of her, while she is of him.

“Y/N, I thought you were… dead” She feels dread creep in. She wishes she was. She doesn’t have real friends as she did before, sure people are friendly. But someone to confide in? Someone that confides in her? That she lost all those years ago.

“Why… why didn’t you come back?” He asks. How does she say she was scared? Terrified even. She feels as if she was a caterpillar that became a moth. Jullian or Jaskier pulls her into a hug as if reading her mind.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come back,” She says softly pulling away. Jaskier doesn’t respond. Instead her bard brother looks to the other witcher.

“This is Geralt, Geralt this is Y/N” The witcher nods. Y/N looks over to where there are some screams. Nilfgaurd. The other witcher grasps his sword and pulls the bard behind him, Y/N pulls out hers as well. Solis flys off to show the quickest way and she follows the hawk.

There is an army of around 100 men and 10 witches. Solis lands on her shoulder and she gives a tight nod. She’s not letting this village fall on her watch. He flys off and lets out a series of loud screeches, flying in circles. She hopes they hear the signal, she doesn’t call on them at all, this would be the first.

Solis then flys off near the mountains, screeching again before lands back on her shoulder. The other witcher runs in front of her, taking the army head on as they take children from families and slaughter their fathers in front of them.

A loud roar, followed by 2 other carries over the village, causing many to pause. The other witcher and Y/N use this as a chance to fight. Some of the other guards, aware of what the noise is from, fight as well.

The Nilfguard army comes back to their sense as the few dozen guards try to take them on, plus two witchers. Geralt comes to her side when a tall and muscular man three times her weight and size tries to attack her. She is forced to fight the next warrior, a similarly built man but instead two times her size and weight. Solis flys off her shoulder and flys in his face, blinding him with sharp talons as she slices at his stomach.

The roars sound again, but closer. The army ignores the sound and still fights. Y/N hopes they get here in time. Their roars start becomes closer and the space between them sorter. Village guards start dropping from injury, “When I say clear, clear!” She tells the guards.

The witchers start sending balls of fire into buildings. That is until they get here. Large dragons fly over the village, one of them an ice dragon. The ice dragon fires cool ice onto the fire buildings and the fireballs themselves. Huge balls of ice start falling and landing on the ground, some of the frozen fireballs turn to water. “Clear!”

The guards take cover, as for her and Geralt. A red dragon erupts a hot blaze of fire onto the army. They try to scatter but the thrid fire dragon, a black one, sends another blaze down.

The ice dragon, a blue and white dragon with icicle-like spikes and horns takes on the sorcerers. A thick stream of blue-white crystal ice covers the ground in front of them while they try to dodge the attack.

Meanwhile, the fire dragons burn down the army. When the dragons take a break from the constant fire breathing, the guards and the witchers go back to finish off what’s left of the army, which is a quarter of the army. Only about 20-25 soldiers remain and the sorcerers are retreating.

The general, or whoever is leading seems to of disappeared. The soldiers fall into chaos as no orders are given, now just fighting for their lives. The village guards, pull back, letting the soldiers run away and leave the town.

The dragons land in the town square as civilians approach them, thanking the mighty beasts. The three dragons nod in approval and lets young children play ontop of them while their parents yell at them to stop climbing on them.

Y/N walks over to the ice dragon, a new dragon she hasn’t met yet. The red dragon Cialret, he lays next to the ice dragon with his neck wrapped around hers. The black dragon, Sory in front of the blacksmithing house, her tail curled around her.

“Cialret! Is this your mate?” Y/N asks the red dragon smiles with great pride wild in his golden eyes. His golden eyes meet the ice blue eyes of the ice dragon. She holds herself well, like nobility, Cialret holding himself like a king.

“This is Lydu, dragon of the north” He even says her name like shes an anciet goddess risen from the molten earth. Cialret always held himself high, but never this high.

“You seem… different, happy even” Y/N says, feeling another presence behind her. The other witcher leans against a wall, his eyes watching her as a cat would watch fish in a fish tank.

“I migrated far north, there is a kingdom of just dragons over there, she’s their queen” Y/N is shocked. A kingdom of dragons? She heard conspiracy theories about it, what dragons were left fleed somewhere and disappeared. It was merely a joke. “I must get going” He says, Y/N says her goodbyes and the pair fly off, leaving Sory.

“You’re not going with them?” She turns to the black dragon, her white eyes flowing with sadness. Y/N walks across the town center to her, studying her with careful empathy.

“No, I do not belong to any kingdom” Her words are wilted, like a rose trying to grow from dry soil. Her eyes, dull and weak. Y/N goes over to her and rubs her nose like one would a horse. The dragon lowers her head, eyes slowly closing. “I wasn’t allowed to join, a threat to the hierarchy, since Cialret still has feeling for me as I share those feelings, we even have a child together” A small, minature horse-sized dragon comes out. He shared his mother’s black scales while having light amber eyes, the color of the sun.

“Hi… I’m Tero” His small voice shakes, hiding under her tail. Y/N lowers herself to her knees, trying to be eye-level with such an adorable and small creature. He backs away some, crocking his head like a hound.

“Hello, I’m Y/N” She responds in a soft, motherly voice.

“We want to know if we can stay, have protection from the village” The dragon looks to the citizens around her, the crowd all pausing and thinking. They seem to accept her, their whispers of yes’s and of course, anything for all the lives you saved.

“Of course!” The town lord comes through. His soft brow raised. The baby dragon curls up under the mother dragon.

“Did you call them here?” Geralt says behind her. she turns around, her smile fading into a smirk.

“Technically solis- my hawk called them, but yes” She responds softly, the hawk landing on her shoulder like a pirate’s parrot. The other Witcher arches his brow towards the feathered creature.

Y/N lets out a soft sigh, “here, let’s go talk, my house isn’t far from here” she says as her long lost brother approaches. The two nod in agreement and she starts walking to her house, the baby dragon lifting his head up and following.

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