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HOW TO GIVE PERSONALITY TO A CHARACTER

Giving personality to a character is an essential part of character development in storytelling, whether you're writing a novel, screenplay, or creating a character for a role-playing game. Here are some steps and considerations to help you give personality to your character:

Understand Their Backstory:

Start by creating a detailed backstory for your character. Where were they born? What were their childhood experiences like? What significant events have shaped their life? Understanding their past can help you determine their motivations, fears, and desires.

2. Define Their Goals and Motivations:

Characters often become more interesting when they have clear goals and motivations. What does your character want? It could be something tangible like a job or a romantic relationship, or it could be an abstract desire like happiness or freedom.

3. Determine Their Strengths and Weaknesses:

No one is perfect, and characters should reflect this. Identify your character's strengths and weaknesses. This can include physical abilities, intellectual skills, and personality traits. Flaws can make characters relatable and three-dimensional.

4. Consider Their Personality Traits:

Think about your character's personality traits. Are they introverted or extroverted? Shy or outgoing? Kind or selfish? Create a list of traits that describe their character. You can use personality frameworks like the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator or the Big Five Personality Traits as a starting point.

5. Give Them Quirks and Habits:

Quirks and habits can make a character memorable. Do they have a specific way of speaking, a unique fashion style, or an unusual hobby? These details can help bring your character to life.

6. Explore Their Relationships:

Characters don't exist in isolation. Consider how your character interacts with others. What are their relationships like with family, friends, and enemies? These relationships can reveal a lot about their personality.

7. Show, Don't Tell:

Instead of explicitly telling the audience about your character's personality, show it through their actions, dialogue, and decisions. Let the reader or viewer infer their traits based on their behavior.

8. Create Internal Conflict:

Characters with internal conflicts are often more engaging. What inner struggles does your character face? These can be related to their goals, values, or past experiences.

9. Use Character Arcs:

Consider how your character will change or grow throughout the story. Character development is often about how a character evolves in response to the events and challenges they face.

10. Seek Inspiration:

Draw inspiration from real people, other fictional characters, or even historical figures. Study how people with similar traits and backgrounds behave to inform your character's actions and reactions.

11. Write Dialogue and Inner Monologues:

Writing dialogue and inner monologues from your character's perspective can help you get inside their head and understand their thought processes and emotions.

12. Consider the Setting:

The setting of your story can influence your character's personality. For example, a character who grows up in a war-torn environment may have a different personality than one raised in a peaceful, affluent society.

13. Revise and Refine:

Don't be afraid to revise and refine your character as you write and develop your story. Characters can evolve and change as the narrative unfolds.

Remember that well-developed characters are dynamic and multi-faceted. They should feel like real people with strengths, weaknesses, and complexities. As you write and develop your character, put yourself in their shoes and think about how they would react to various situations. This will help you create a compelling and believable personality for your character.

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Staying motivated and continuing to work on your story, even when you're not actively writing, can be challenging but essential for your creative process. Here are some tips to help you stay engaged with your story:

Remember Your Why: Reflect on why you started writing this story in the first place. Reconnect with your passion and purpose.

Set Clear Goals: Define specific goals and milestones for your story. Knowing where you're headed and what you want to achieve can help maintain your motivation.

Visualize Your Story: Create visual aids like character mood boards or plot diagrams. Visualizing your story can make it feel more real and inspire creativity.

Create Character Playlists: Develop playlists of songs that evoke the emotions and personalities of your characters. Listening to these playlists can immerse you in your story world.

Explore Backstories: Dive into your characters' pasts. Writing short stories or character profiles can deepen your understanding of their motivations and add depth to your narrative.

Experiment with Prompts: Use writing prompts unrelated to your story to keep your creativity flowing. You might stumble upon ideas that you can incorporate into your narrative.

Write Out of Order: Don't feel constrained to write your story sequentially. If you're excited about a particular scene or chapter, go ahead and write it. You can connect the pieces later.

Keep an Idea File: Maintain a digital or physical file where you store story ideas, quotes, and images that inspire you. Reviewing these can reignite your creativity.

Write Letters from Characters: Compose letters or journal entries from the perspective of your characters. It can help you explore their voices and viewpoints.

Reward Creativity: Treat yourself when you achieve creative breakthroughs. Acknowledging your achievements can reinforce your dedication to your story.

Remember that every writer's journey is unique, so don't be discouraged by occasional dips in motivation. Embrace these strategies and tailor them to fit your writing style and preferences. Most importantly, enjoy the process of storytelling, and your enthusiasm will naturally shine through in your work.

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“This is all your fault.” “I hope so.”

“Is that blood?” “No?” “That’s not a question you’re supposed to answer with another question.”

“You have no power over me.” “You sure about that?”

“Are you clinically insane or incredibly annoying?” “I don’t know, probably both.”

“Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge.” “Can I pick?”

“Don’t you have a country to run?” “My favorite person is in the hospital, the country can wait.” “I don’t think it works like that.” “I run the country, so it does.”

“I was going to ask if you wanted to do me on your desk, but I thought I should say hi first.”

“It’s been so long. I’m probably not interested in him anymore.” “I’ve seen his Instagram, you’re definitely still interested.”

“If you’re going to die on me, the least you can do is look good while doing it.”

“I’d agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong.”

“Why are you covered in neon body paint?” “Best not to ask.”

“No, it’s really not that complicated. He’s a bad person.”

“The king is missing.”

“How could you do this to me?”

“You’ve got thirty seconds to explain to me what you’re doing here.”

“I know this may be hard to believe, but I’m on your side.”

“Never heard of that being used as a murder weapon before.”

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'Only a few more seconds left before he gets here.'

This was it. The big mission.

It was always the prettiest things that had the ability to kill you.

Forget the benefits. Forget the money. The feeling alone was enough.

It was a disgusting sight.

"You actually came."

"How about a little show?"

Clothes were scattered across the wooden floor, multiple bottles of alcohol surrounded the setting.

Boxes, and boxes of case files laid out along with pictures too extent and extreme for the human eye could even process.

“Why isn't anything connecting...”

To understand the “artist” you must study the “art”.

Question after question days after days.

As it haunted her dreams and burned its image on the backs of her eyelids...

“The devil is in this place.” people would whisper.

“If only you could have known how much faith I had in you, it’s pathetic, really.”

“I trusted you-“

“You were family, I cared for you!”

“If I was so much to you, maybe you should choose family better. That’s the difference between you and me, I KNOW I’m not the hero but I far from the villain.”

"You didn't hesitate to break my heart, betray me, pretend to care as you spied on my castle's every move! You shouldn't hesitate to drive your blade into what once was my loving heart, either! You didn't love me, so feel free to hate me just as dearly as I do you."

"A fight, huh? How about I give you a war, baby?"

"A war of betrayals, fuelled by hate, a hate only nemesis would entertain towards one another, sounds better to me."

Everyone glides across the floor in their gowns and their suits, all worth a fortune, all unbeknownst of their fate.

The prince whose blood runs with the enemy.

Tonight is all a game, a game of lies and deception.

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MOONLIT NIGHTS: THE CABIN CHRONICLES

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-> Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x f!reader witch

-> Summary: Geralt of Rivia faces the impossible: he is defeated by a monster and, in the middle of trying to escape after being severally wounded, finds a cabin, where a witch who knows what he needs, cures him.

-> Rating: +18

-> Word count: 2.2k

-> Warnings: smut, kinks including breeding, rough sex, neck biting until blood comes out, degradation, domination, a little bit of praise kink, dirty talking

-> Notes: i've been rewatching the witcher and reading lots of fanfics, i got so in the mood of writing a piece and i hope you enjoy it! <3

Geralt of Rivia rode through the dense, ancient Caed Dhu forest, his silver hair glistening in the dappled sunlight that filtered through the leaves. He had been on the path for days, following rumors of a dangerous creature that plagued the nearby village.

As he ventured deeper into the woods, he couldn't shake the feeling that this particular hunt would be different.

In the heart of the treacherous Caed Dhu, Geralt of Rivia, the renowned Witcher, found himself in a dire predicament. A contract had led him deep into the ancient woods, where he faced a foe more formidable than any he had encountered before. The beast, a grotesque hybrid of wolf and wyrm, had proven to be a match for Geralt's skill and swordsmanship.

As the moon hung low in the night sky, Geralt's silver sword clanged against the creature's impenetrable scales. The battle had raged for hours, and his strength waned with every strike. Blood oozed from numerous wounds, staining his armor and leather boots. His trademark white hair clung to his sweat-soaked forehead, and his golden eyes burned with determination.

But in a moment of miscalculation, the beast lunged forward, its jaws snapping shut around Geralt's forearm. Pain seared through his body as his bones cracked, and he let out a roar of agony. With a swift, desperate maneuver, he wrenched his arm free, leaving shreds of flesh in the creature's maw.

Battered and bloodied, Geralt knew he was outmatched. With a heavy heart and aching limbs, he made a fateful decision. He turned and sprinted through the darkened forest, leaving behind the monster he could not defeat. His every step sent waves of agony through his injured arm, but he pushed himself to the limit.

As he escaped, he couldn't help but reflect on his countless battles, his victories, and his unshakable resolve. Yet, this time, survival took precedence over valor. The Caed Dhu closed in around him, a labyrinth of twisted trees and shadowy threats. Geralt, the fearless Witcher, ran for his life, vowing to return to face the beast another day, once he had healed and prepared for the inevitable rematch.

Deep within the heart of the dense and mysterious Caed Dhu, Geralt of Rivia stumbled upon an unexpected sanctuary. The cabin's solitude was a haven for a Witcher in need, a sanctuary where he could mend his battered body and prepare for the inevitable return to the treacherous wilderness.

The cabin stood as a solitary sentinel in the depths of the forest, its timeworn facade hidden beneath a canopy of thick foliage. With aching limbs and a resolve unyielding as steel, Geralt pushed open the creaking door and stepped into the dimly lit interior.

Inside, the air was heavy with the scent of herbs and alchemical concoctions. The flickering candlelight revealed a modest yet well-equipped witch's lair. Shelves lined with vials of potions and bundles of dried herbs stretched to the ceiling. A cauldron simmered with a mysterious brew, its aroma tinged with both magic and healing properties.

He needed rest and healing. Inside the cabin, a fire crackled in the hearth, casting a warm glow across the room. The scent of herbs and potions filled the air, a telltale sign of a fellow witch's presence. He knew he wasn't alone.

From the shadows, your hooded figure emerged, revealing the gentle features of a young witch. You had been tracking his progress and had prepared the cabin for his arrival.

He got a closer look of you, which allowed him to see the medallion of the Viper, which matched your dark green eyes, that were glistening under the candle's light. You were, definitely, one of the few Witches left after the Trials that erased most of them from the surface of Earth.

Without a word, you approached Geralt and began to help him remove his clothes, your touch gentle yet firm. As the clothing fell away, his battle-worn body was exposed, covered in cuts and bruises. He hissed in pain as you examined his wounds.

"I'll take care of you, Geralt," you murmured softly, your voice soothing. You mixed herbs and applied salves, tending to each injury with practiced care. Your fingers moved with a grace born of years of training.

Geralt watched you work, silently grateful for your presence. The pain began to ebb away as your healing magic flowed through him, knitting his flesh together.

Once the wounds were tended to, you stepped back, your eyes meeting his yellowish ones with a warmth that belied the harsh world they inhabited.

"Rest now," you said, guiding him to a nearby bed. "You've earned it."

As he lay down, his body slowly relaxing, Geralt couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the kindred spirit who had tended to his wounds. In a world filled with darkness and danger, he had found a glimmer of light and solace in your healing touch.

Also, your touch brought up a slow burning fire within him, making him feeling the need in his body to bring you closer, to lick you, to taste you. He needed to show gratefulness by giving pleasure to you after healing him with such care and knowledge... as if you knew exactly how his body reacted to each one of the remedies you were using. That made the White Wolf groan in approval.

He couldn't help but grab your wrist before you stepped back, not applying so much pressure to hurt you, but enough strength to keep you where you stood. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat, making you stare back at his intense stare.

He started slowly and gently rubbing your inner wrist, where your pulse was accelerated, with his thumb calming it, you, without words, and no further movements needed.

"You're safe, Geralt. You made it home. Let me go, and you rest." You whispered, not wanting to break the calm and enchanted ambience. You don't know how you managed to sound firm, calm, steady and confident, but your tone left no doubts.

He kept staring at you, his jaw tense while the candles in the cabin lightened his skin, and you couldn't help but break eye contact and admire his body. His injured body. But, also, his fit figure.

Suddenly, Geralt pulled you into him without effort, and a groan escaped from him, low and deep. Something that made your body really happy, but you knew you couldn't risk hurting him more than he already was. You needed him fully recovered.

"If you want to keep that hand and arm, I'd suggest you let go." You had no choice but to warn him.

"I can smell you, Witch." He simply replied, his voice low and raspy, while not letting you go. You swallowed the lump in your throat, as you smelled his arousal, too. There was no possible denial in what was going around between you two, in that cabin, as the darkness of the night and the moonlit mixed with the candles surrounding you both.

With his other hand, he grabbed the Viper medallion hanging from your neck, pulling your face closer to his while keeping his firm stare at you. You could even notice the smallest of the dilation of his pupils in that position.

"After taking care of me, let me take care of your needs, witch." Geralt whispered. You knew fighting him was useless, and you couldn't deny the way your body was craving him, either. He tilted his body, not giving a flying fuck about his fresh wounds.

You stared down at his lips, and back to his eyes. He grinned a little before grabbing your medallion and pulling you close until both of your lips were a wet mess against each other, not even letting the air pass between you two.

You moaned against his lips, your groans and whines making him feel rougher and animalistic each passing second. His hands were everywhere on your body, not allowing even one millimeter of skin escape from his touch.

No previous warning, he ripped your dress from behind and continued tearing off your undergarments. You were speechless as you could only feel him. You tried touching him, but he didn’t allow that. He had you naked in front of him in a matter of seconds.

Furthermore, you looked into his eyes, waiting for his next move. "Geralt-" You were anxious for more of what he had to offer.

"You're exquisite, aren't you, witch?" He was appreciative of your exposed body in front of him, meanwhile using your condition as a pet name, which didn't annoy you at all.

He took your silence as an invitation to switch positions, grabbing you by a fistful by your long hair, having you bent over the same surface he was laying on not long ago.

Geralt directed his right hand to your pussy, moving his fingers between your folds while humming appreciatively at your wetness. The sounds filling the room, and the sights you had thanks to the little mirror that wasn't too far away on the wall in front of you, were too much to handle. It didn't take long for your thighs to begin to shake, and the White Wolf knew it too.

His hand, which was teasing you, was now wrapped around your small neck, pushing you down, taking out his digits, spreading you apart with his large girth, and slamming into your cunt.

As you wrapped your small hand around his, he tightened his hold on your neck, taking your gesture as an invitation to be rougher.

He tilted his body on top of your back, replacing the hold of his hand on your neck with his teeth burying in the delicate spot of your skin, as he kept slamming into your wetness, and you could feel his medallion swinging over you as his movement fastened, and his cock was buried deep, still pounding, into you.

"Ah, fuck, Geralt." You mumbled, not being able to keep your eyes out of the reflection in the mirror. The candles lightning his sweated skin, you underneath him as he dominated you on that unstable surface and his aura surrounding your senses.

Your hips began to move on his, as you needed that sweet relief. Geralt's bite on your neck became harder and you could feel and smell a bit of blood running down your skin, which heated up both of you even more, if possible.

His groans were louder against you, the slamming of his cock inside of you more frenetic and he dug his nails into the sides of your hips to keep you steady. He let go of your neck to press his mouth on your shoulder. "You're so fucking tight and behaving like a good girl," he moaned. "Keep milking me, witch, so I can breed you and fill you up with my cum until it oozes out."

The way he was talking to you, saying those things, had you closer to the edge. You needed to feel his cock pulsate inside of you, stretching you out and getting you full of him. Your moans were unstoppable as nonsense dripped out of your mouth.

"I wanna see those pretty thighs of yours covered with my cum." Geralt wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you in place as he circled your nipple with his thumb and index, pinching it.

“Yes, Geralt, yes." Your mind was blank, dazzled with lust and desire, almost making you forget your own name.

Your thighs began to shake, and he felt them, “Yes, witch, come all over my cock.” His encouraging, husky voice praised you. You called out the White Wolf's name, your orgasm hitting hard and uncontrollably, your head dizzy as you saw stars and lights in your vision.

You felt Geralt exploding inside of you, with a few more snaps of his hips against your ass you felt his girth tighten up, and a few more spurts of his cum filling you up as you rode off your orgasm.

"Fuck, you milked me so good, you emptied me, didn't you?" He moaned and grunted again as he felt your pussy tightening lightly on him. "What kind of witchcraft did you use on me, huh?"

He let go of your breast, not moving his position so you were still under his dominant figure while his cock rested inside of you, feeling your thighs sticky of his cum and other mix of fluids.

"Well, you loved the way I was curing you earlier and the attention I gave you, didn't you, Witcher?"

"I'm not one to turn down a healing session when I'm offered one." Geralt whispered in your ear, still not getting off you. "But what's the catch?"

You smiled, feeling chills down your spine. "The catch is, I get to pamper every inch of you and make sure you're completely healed."

"I think I can handle that kind of catch."

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“i didn't do it” “then why are you laughing?” “because whoever did it is a freaking genius”

“can our goal be to not die today?” “that seems like a lot to ask...”

“We both know this will be the first time and the last time we ever attempt this.”

“Pass the binoculars. Hurry!”

“If we both agree we're soulmates, why break up?”

“If you thought indigestion was bad, wait until you hear about this.”

“Promise me you’ll never tell anyone what you just saw.”

“Keep an eye on the door, but whatever you do, don’t open it.”

“You’ve caught me at a really bad time”

“What have you done now?”

“How– how did you find me?”

“Excuse me. Excuse me! Yes, you. You’re sitting in my seat.”

“Let’s hear your side of the story.”

“There’s blood everywhere.”

“I don’t even hate you. That would imply I cared.”

“There’s no point running. I got you.”

“Oh my gosh, are you sure? Like, sure sure?”

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?”

“That’s it! I’m killing them all.” “Wait, but what about the plan?” “Forget the plan! These idiots keep getting on my nerves. They have no one to blame but themselves.”

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🦋 ( villain x hero starters. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post 💛 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips. tag me when you use any!

"They say you either die a hero or live to see yourself become the villain." "So what happened?" "I refused to die."

"You can still turn back from this path, Villain. There's always a choice." "Choices are for the weak, Hero. I've embraced my destiny."

"You underestimate me, hero. I've studied your every move." "And I've learned how to defeat you, Villain. It ends tonight."

"I see a glimmer of doubt in your eyes, Villain." "Doubt is for those who fear the unknown, hero. I fear nothing."

"You and I are two sides of the same coin, hero. One cannot exist without the other."

"You've chased me across the world, hero. But you can't catch what you can't see."

"You always had a weakness for compassion, hero. It's what will be your downfall."

"Goodness is overrated, hero. Power is all that matters."

"Justice is subjective, hero. I've redefined it to serve my purpose."

"You'll never understand the power I wield, hero."

"Join me, hero. Together, we could rule this world."

"You're a prisoner of your own darkness, Villain." "Darkness is freedom, hero. I've embraced it."

"Redemption is a fantasy, hero. I've chosen my path."

"Monsters are born, hero, and I was born to rule."

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"Ever feel like you have to hide who you really are?" "All the time. We all wear masks, don't we?"

"I sometimes wonder what it's like to be hunted by the law." "It must be terrifying. But justice always prevails, right?"

"You know, I've always been curious about what goes on inside the mind of a criminal." "It's a complex field of study, that's for sure. Understanding motives is key."

"Sometimes, the things we desire most are also the most dangerous." "That's true. People can be unpredictable."

"What would you do if you found out someone close to you had a dark secret?"

"I've always been fascinated by true-crime stories. Do you like reading about that stuff?"

"There's something about you that's intriguing, Agent. I can't quite put my finger on it." "Likewise, there's a depth to you that I find captivating."

"I saw you at that crime scene yesterday. What were you doing there?"

"It's unsettling how easily people can disappear without a trace."

"Sometimes, the darkness of the night is the only time I feel truly alive."

"Life is full of mysteries, don't you think?"

"Do you believe people can change?"

"We keep running into each other, Agent. Fate, perhaps?" "Maybe it's just a small world. Or maybe there's a reason."

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“You call yourself hero, but you are a shadow of what you were. I called you family… yet your pride and lust for glory overshadowed your morality and virtue. Now you call me enemy with no other reason than that I stood in your way. So come on, hero! Finish your path to the throne!”

"You haven't even listened to my side of the story yet. Shall I tell you, hm?"

“Since you hate heroes... i'll become the one you’ll hate the most.”

“One more dance?” “One last dance.”

“Ah. How fun to be a liar.” “I guess that makes two of us.”

“But, why not use that power to do good?” “My dear. To do good in a world that thrives on being bad would be a terrible waste.”

“What are you doing here?” “Thought I’d join the most alluring lady in the room for a dance.” “You tried to kill me!” “Please. I’d do no such thing.” “Really? Then, care to explain when you-” His left hand had found the small of her back, just low enough to make her breath hitch and any accusations towards him die in her throat. Silence. “Hm?” He was smirking.

“You see those guards stationed at the gate? They’ve been ordered to not let you leave this room alive. I thought we’d change that.”

“In my right breast pocket is a dagger. You will take it and use it on the guard. Do you understand me?”

“I will kill every single person in this ballroom while letting your father watch, and then I’ll kill him too. No one will ever hurt you.” A pause. “Ever.”

“I always thought this dress would look better in red. Bloody red.”

“She might be mad at me for the rest of her life, but at the end of the day, I'd be the one to keep her alive.”

“To breathe or die, dance and fight, these are the concepts that run with love and war.” “Are you always this poetic?” “Not always. Only when I’m trying to woo you, my dear.”

“Was this just a ploy for me to fall for you?” “Is it working?”

“You died.” “Oh, I missed you too.”

“We shouldn't be doing this.” “Yet here we are, doing this.” “But it's not right...” “Yet you're enjoying it.”

“You know the expression, right?” “A date with destiny...” “A dance with death.”

“I’m so glad that the lack of invitation didn’t deter you from attending. What drew you to it? The opportunity of spilling blood? The publicity of assassinating the king at the most public ball of the year? Or was it to have a fair little chat with the guards?” “What do you deduce, princess? From the scene before you? Would you still say that I am the villain?”

Your old friend turned enemy joins you in a dance after recognizing you, saying, “you have always liked red.”

“Remind me again, my love; which one of us do they believe is the hero and which is the villain?” “I’m afraid I’m not quite sure, dearest. The veil between those worlds grows thinner as we grow closer. Just hold me for this one last dance and promise me that when it’s all over that you’ll never forget the way we felt in each other’s arms…”

“I’ve been waiting for this moment,” he breathed against her skin. He twirled the knife in his hand and pressed it to her pulse. She did not beg him to stop or scream at his betrayal.

“My sweet, I do not want to destroy the world. I merely want you to stop wasting such a beautiful mind, body and soul trying to save it.”

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HOW TO WRITE A STORY BASED ON A SONG

Select a song that resonates with you and has a compelling story or theme. The lyrics and mood of the song should inspire your story. It can be a song with a clear narrative or one that evokes strong emotions.

Inverse storytelling: Start with the song's emotions and atmosphere as your story's backdrop, but tell the narrative in reverse order, gradually revealing the events that led to the song's lyrics.

Alternate perspective: Rewrite the song's story from a different character's perspective, shedding light on their experiences, thoughts, and emotions.

Mystery and interpretation: Craft a mystery or puzzle that readers must solve based on the song's lyrics and clues hidden throughout the story.

Metafictional twist: Write a story where the characters themselves are aware of the song that influences their lives, making the song a central element of the plot.

Nonlinear narration: Tell the story in a non-linear format, using flashbacks, parallel narratives, or fragmented storytelling to mirror the song's structure.

Reverse storytelling: Start your story with the song's final lines or climax and work backward, revealing the events and emotions that led to that point.

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DAWN DELIGHTS: THE CABIN CHRONICLES PT. II

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-> Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x f!reader witch

-> Summary: Geralt is fully determined to leave the cottage to keep on track of his duties, and because he is getting a little intoxicated of you, but you have to stop him on his tracks to take care of his open wounds, even if it takes a little more effort.

-> Rating: +18

-> Word count: 1.933

-> Warnings: mentions of blood, begging, slight mention of size kink, fingering, oral (m receiving), cum swallowing, a little bit of deep throat, praise kink

-> Author notes: second part of the cabin chronicles, i hope you enjoy it!

GERALT OF RIVIA awoke in the dim light of the early morning, his senses immediately sharpening as he registered the empty space beside him. The sheets were cool, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of longing. His fingers reached out instinctively, searching for warmth that was no longer there.

The night before had been an intoxicating blend of passion and tenderness. Geralt had been captivated by your laughter, the way your eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint that matched his own whenever he did a brief move to please your body.

The Witcher winced as he gently touched the wounds on his battered body. The pads of some of his fingers were slightly covered in light blood, not too thick to worry him, but enough to make him curse under his breath because they didn't cure properly, which didn't surprise him after the night you both spent on the bed and almost every surface of the small cabin.

As he lay there, thoughts of the night danced through his mind. The way you had teased and challenged each other, the shared pleasure that happened in the darkness, and the warmth of your embrace.

The scent of your hair still lingered on the pillows, and Geralt inhaled deeply, savoring it. It was a fragrance that would stay with him, a memory to hold onto during the lonely nights on the road.

With a sigh, he slowly rose from the bed and began to dress, careful to not hurt himself anymore, the echoes of your moans and pleads still fresh in his mind. He knew that he couldn't stay, that his path would lead him away from this place and from you. But for a brief moment, in the stillness of the morning, he allowed himself to revel in the memory of the night you both had shared.

As he prepared to leave, Geralt couldn't help but wonder if your paths would ever cross again.

You were just about to go inside the cabin, after setting out early in the morning on your quest to find healing plants. Your senses were telling you something was not right, and you were ready to dive in your thoughts, when you bumped into a hard wall.

Only, it was not a wall, but The Witcher's chest. Startled and realizing your sudden intrusion into his personal space, you quickly backed up, your heart racing.

Geralt of Rivia's piercing gaze and imposing presence had you momentarily taken aback. You stammered an apology, "I-I'm sorry, didn't mean to run into you," as you tried to regain your composure. His expression remained stoic, and you couldn't help but feel a mixture of awe and trepidation in his presence.

When you realized he was fully dressed, his clothes still dirty with his dried blood, and he had his sword tucked in, you knew he was about to leave.

"Geralt, please, you can't go in this state," you implored, blocking, or at least trying, his path with a mix of worry and determination in your eyes.

He scowled, but his pain was evident, and he reluctantly stopped. "I don't need your help."

You could sense the smell of fresh blood and your gaze went straight to where his latest wounds were made. You spotted bright red freckles of blood and you frowned. That shouldn't be happening.

You took a step closer, your voice softening now. "Stubborn as always they've said, but even Witchers need assistance sometimes."

He shook his head no and was determined to leave when he bypassed you. You felt bad, as you were also responsible for what happened last night that made his wounds open again.

"Geralt." Your voice was so soft, it made him stop in his tracks and gaze at you over his shoulder. You felt he was giving in, until he looked away from you and started walking again, but you could notice he was hurting. You were desperate, guiltiness taking over you. So you tried again, "Geralt, please."

He stopped and stayed there for a few seconds, and when you thought he would ignore you, he took a deep breath and turned around and with a reluctant look, he allowed you to guide him inside while his grunts and murmurs were inaudible.

You guided Geralt inside the cottage, the warm and earthy scent of dried herbs and potions filling the air. The enchanting aura was enough to make you feel dizzy from the memories of the night of passion spent here. The smell of him surrounding your senses.

"Sit tight and take off your clothes," you said softly, your fingers deftly selecting various herbs and ointments from the well-organized shelves. "These will help you heal."

"Usually, when I take my clothes off, I expect my companion to do the same." Geralt remarked, a grin slightly creasing his upper lip, his stare fixated on your face.

Your cheeks flush with an unexpected warmth after you processed Geralt's words and as he stood before you. His rugged, weathered appearance and piercing yellow eyes had a way of making your heart race, and the way he pronounced those words, it was too much for you.

He noticed the subtle change in your demeanor and raised an eyebrow, his expression unchanging. "Why the sudden blush?" he inquired in his deep, gravelly voice. "Do you need me to touch you first?"

Flustered, you stammered, "No, it's fine."

You slid the dress down your shoulders and arms, letting it drop to your hips, and Geralt made a sound of appreciation. You lifted your face to stare back at those yellow eyes that were now devouring you. You swallowed the lump in your throat.

While staring back at him, you let your dress fall to your feet with a slight movement of your hips, which Geralt didn't let go unnoticed, and you could see the exact moment he resisted the grin to form wildly on his face.

"Don't stop on my account, I'm really enjoying the view." He murmured, still gazing at you and your curves.

You defied him with your eyes and your words. "You know that's not what we're here for."

"And I also know you don't like being told what to do unless you're naked," he outfaced you back.

Your breath hitched in your throat, furious at him for making you feel that way. You turned your back on him to appease the anger burning inside you from his words.

How could he? But you didn't know if what was making your insides burn with anger was that he said that out loud, or that you knew it was true.

Either way, you were now focused on mixing the healing plants, your cheeks now blushed and heated up while you worked in silence, knowing damn well he had a full sight of your bare ass. As if he didn't see it the previous night, or touch it.

Once you had everything done and ready, you took a deep breath before facing him again. You couldn't let him get to your feelings. Not yet, at least.

Once you had that pretty face in front of you again, you couldn't help but notice how much fun he was having with all of this, a shit eating grin on his face. So you decided to get even.

The wounds on his body were severe, and with gentle hands, you began tending to his injuries, cleansing and bandaging them. But Geralt winced as you did. The sting of antiseptic herbs brought discomfort, but he endured it. His amber eyes reflecting the pain he seldom allowed others to see.

You worked methodically, cleansing and dressing his wounds with a precision born of years of experience. Geralt clenched his teeth and let out a low, guttural sound as the pain from his injuries surged through his body. The sound was a primal, involuntary response.

Each labored breath was accompanied by a soft, pained hiss, a testament to the relentless torment he endured. Geralt's attempts to mask the pain were futile as his body involuntarily vocalized the anguish he was going through, and you felt the need to ease the pain for him.

"How can I make you feel better?" You asked him, your tone was filled with the fire of conviction. You wanted to help, but you didn't know how.

"Damn it," he muttered, his voice hoarse and strained. "I've faced worse than this." He paused to catch his breath, the pain evident in his every word. "How about you put those hands to work and pleasure me, instead of just defying and hurting me?" Geralt stated, his brow furrowed in agony, spoke through gritted teeth as sweat beaded on his forehead, the pain making his voice tremble and his words a struggle. "Are you gonna be a good girl for me? Get on your knees now."

You just nodded your head yes, wetting your now dried lips with your tongue, and obeyed. You took no time to get on your knees, looking up at him, where his frowned brow and gaze filled with pain controlled every move you made.

"I get so hard when I'm around you." The White Wolf spoke soft but firmly. "I know you'll make me feel so good."

You wasted no time in getting a grip on his girth and putting it in your mouth. The sound coming from the back of his throat is animalistic and raw. You can't get your eyes off him while you work your tongue on his tip, making him throw his head back and let out a loud moan.

"Feel what you're doing to me?" Oh. You did. Some of his pre-cum was already on your tongue. Your hands wandered all over his thighs. his abs, his chest. He was so hot, almost sweating naked there. "That's all because of you."

You unconsciously moaned around him, which almost drove him crazy. He lifted his hips from his seat, not much but enough to make you feel him pushing down your throat. Your mouth was full of him, all you could smell, taste and feel was the White Wolf in front of you.

"Fuck... just... right there!" He groaned grabbing a fist of your hair, his piercing amber eyes on your face and the way you were taking him so well. "That feels so good!"

You kept going, noticing how his cock tensed and got thicker, so you sucked him even harder, not being able to look away from his beautiful face, even though you could feel your throat having a hard time keeping the pace. You wanted to watch his face while you made him cum.

"I want you to swallow like the good girl you are." He muttered between gritted teeth and heavy breathing. Your hands wandered a bit longer, you felt his lower abs twitching and tensing, and you knew he was almost there. So you forced your head down a little more.

That move was enough to break him. You felt the thick ropes of salty cum on your tongue, his cock twitching and splurting semen. You kept your head in place, his hands never leaving your hair, pulling it more instead. You moaned around him, he almost couldn't keep his eyes open and you were mesmerized by the beautiful creature in front of you.

He was sweating, his chest rising and falling swiftly, and trying to catch his breath. He didn't let go of you until you swallowed it all.

"You've been so good for me," Geralt said, still a bit out of air. "What should your reward be, hmm?"

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"At midnight. Meet me at the central fountain."

“HOW COULD YOU BETRAY ME!” “Even the devil knows the bible, sweetheart”

“Why are you here?” “For the same reason as you, my dear.” “What reason would that be?” “To be remembered. What a shame it would be to waste a dance and be forgotten when the song is over.”

“You are enjoying this far too much” “Well I’m imaging ripping this dress off you and seeing you beg”

“Tell me, what will you do when this is all over?” “Will it ever be over?” “For it to be over, one of us has to die...” “It was fun while it lasted, darling. Maybe in another life we could've been together.”

“How can you be so cruel?” “Because cruelty is what kept me alive, the people I once cherished.”

“Well, looks like you assumed me the villain of the tale, didn’t you?”

“Dance with me.” “I don't think it's appropriate to waltz with the past king's murderer on my coronation, don't you think?”

“To be fooled or not to be, my queen. You never answered my question, you still remember the nights you’d dance with me, correct?” “Yes, unfortunately, I remember,” “Then dance with me once more, your highness.”

With time to kill and entertainment to have, you lay your hand on his and the new waltz commences.

“Do you mind if we take this waltz to the balcony?”

“Anytime now, I want you to follow me silently down the stairs, do you hear me?”

“You did not fulfill the end of your deal.”

“I'm supposed to be your enemy, but your worst enemy is yourself. You are your own downfall.”

“Do you remember that night? This was the one that played - our first waltz.” “Ah yes,” He cooed, “It was the first time you tried to kill me. You were so filled with fire. Such exquisite anger and self-justification!”

“When your dagger missed my heart, I knew then that I had to win yours.”

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Can I kindly request dialogue prompts for mutual suffering heart break ❤️‍🩹

MUTUAL SUFFERING HEARTBREAK PROMPTS

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"We're both shattered, and I wish I could mend your broken pieces, but I don't know how to fix myself either."

"It's like we burned too bright, and now we're both left in the ashes."

"I wish I could turn back time and save us from all this pain."

"We both have our reasons for breaking each other's hearts, but I can't help but miss you."

"I miss you too, even though I know we're both better off apart."

"I know the feeling. It's like we've ruined each other for anyone else."

"I often wonder where we went wrong, how we ended up here."

"It's strange how our love story turned into a tragedy."

"We had dreams, plans... and now they're just broken pieces of what could have been."

"Our future together crumbled into what-ifs and maybes."

"Our harmony turned into dissonance, and I miss the music we once made."

"I thought time would heal our wounds, but it's only made the scars deeper."

"Time has this cruel way of making us remember what we're trying to forget."

"Your absence haunts me, even in the moments when I wish I could forget."

"Sometimes I imagine parallel universes where we got our happy ending."

"I wish we could have found a way to save us, to rewrite our story."

"We were so sure we'd be the exception, but we became the rule, another story of heartbreak."

"I never thought I'd say this, but I miss the pain of loving you more than the emptiness without you."

"The pain was a reminder that I was alive, that we were something."

"Maybe one day, we'll look back on this and it won't hurt as much."

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DEFYING DESTINY

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"Do you know why I chose to save you?" Geralt asked, his chest rising and falling quickly due to his accelerated breathing.

"Free labor?" You smirked up at him, trying to give an explanation to everything that was happening.

"No, little sweet. You've got a world in your eyes. You were never meant to be some noble's wife. You were meant to be free." Geralt admitted, his husky voice low and slow, so you knew he meant it.

Why he decided to do this, you still don't know. You were confused as he took you away from Lord Aildwuss and his castle. The way he didn't want any of the mages offering to him and chose you, was highly suspicious, but you accepted it as your fate anyway.

Geralt had never been one for grand romantic gestures. He was a man of few words, a Witcher who had long ago grown used to the solitary path he walked. But when you witnessed the way he took you far away from that castle, you knew he meant it.

The night was cool, the moon casting a gentle glow on the cobbled streets of the city. You had your freedom now, and that was thanks to him.

You turned to face Geralt, your eyes filled with gratitude and something more – a warmth that had been absent from your life for far too long. He could see the relief in your smile and the weight that had been lifted from your shoulders.

"Thank you, Geralt," you said, your voice trembling with emotion. "I can't begin to express how grateful I am for what you've done."

Geralt simply nodded, his own gaze steady and reassuring. He wasn't one for flowery speeches or dramatic proclamations, but his actions spoke louder than any words. He had saved you, not for glory or riches, but because it was the right thing to do.

As you walked side by side through the streets, Geralt couldn't help but notice the newfound lightness in your step, the way your laughter rang out freely. It was a stark contrast to the life you had led as a pawn in the noble's games.

"I owe you everything," you said, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you.

Geralt glanced at you and gave a small, rare smile. "No need for that," he replied. "Just promise me one thing – don't let anyone control your destiny again."

You nodded, determination in your eyes. "I won't, Geralt. I've tasted freedom, and I won't let it slip through my fingers."

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play with fire poetry by me

Love, lies, alcohol, and desire a dangerous game that we play with fire my heart is racing, my head is spinning new feelings that I can't stop from beginning

We hide behind the masks we wear but when the truth comes out, we don't care the alcohol fuels the fire inside and we can't resist the urge to collide

I know this is crazy, but I can't help the way I feel you've opened up a world that's so real I can't resist your touch, your kiss I know I should stop, but I can't dismiss

We'll keep playing this game,

With our hearts on the line until we can't take it anymore,

until we reach the end of the line

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“I didn’t think you were the type to lose your sanity for a girl.” “I didn’t either.”

“Why aren’t you dating him?” “Because I’d destroy him.” “He’d be into that.

“I prefer it when reporters aren’t flirting with my teammates, but I’ll take what I can get.”

“Do we need wine?” “No, I need wine, you need to put your pants back on.” “But life is so freeing without them.” “Pants. On. Now.”

“You’re speeding!” “I acknowledged sign’s recommendation.” “You’re going 30 miles over!”

“Is that a dead body?” “Maybe?” “It is. I can see it right in front of me.” “I promise I’ll clean it up before dinner!”

“She accused me of stealing her clients.” “Did you?” “Of course I did.”

“You’re not my favorite person today.” “I’m not your favorite person on any day.”

“When someone gives you the ‘don’t pull your gun out of the back of your pants’ nod, don’t pull your gun out of the back of your pants!”

“How many people did you tell?” “Basically everyone.”

“If we’re in some alternate universe where you’re not a jerk, how soon before we can leave it?”

“How are you feeling?” “I think you broke my fingers.” “Better your fingers than your face.”

“Oh, you’re still alive.” “Don’t sound so disappointed, I might think you don’t like me.”

“Since when do you not know where your cups are?” “Since my neighbor got bored and reorganized my kitchen.”

“Can you please go be stupid somewhere that’s away from me?”

“What are you so afraid of?” “You.”

“It’s a good thing you’re cute when you’re angry.”

“Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?” “Yes.” “What if I just break his nose a little?”

“That’s disgusting. You’re lucky you’re cute.”