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Writers on a random Tuesday: Sits down, locks in, giggles, writes 10k, does not sleep
Also writers on a random Tuesday: writes one sentence and then stares into the abyss for five fours
Can you imagine you grow up on a farm, out in the wilderness, with very little access to any kind of amenities. You get out, because of your intelligence, and spend your whole life studying one particular topic. Learning about it is your passion. You don't advance very far, because other people keep stealing credit for your work and you don't have the social awareness to stop them. But you are still much better off than you started, so you let it go. Then a man shows up, who is not just interested in your favorite topic, but is the living embodiment of it. On your first outing, back to the area you grew up, he gives away very expensive items to save people just like your family. He doesn't see this as generous, just a basic expectation. He offers you up the reward and credit for the work you did together, when he could have kept it all for himself with no consequences, and he technically lost a large amount of money on this job because he gave it away to strangers. He asks you out to lunch at your favorite restaurant. After you finish eating, he goes behind the counter and gets a job for the evening, because learning about his favorite topic is his passion.
Clive’s hatred of the Magic Society cracks me up. They appear and it’s ON SIGHT. Someone even mentions words “Magic” and “society” in the same sentence and he’s one long pause in Jason’s monologuing away from spewing venom.
This is why I kind of love it. While I do envision most of the outward-facing Dom/sub dynamics belonging mostly to Greenstone and some facets of high society where symbols of social status are highly valued (i.e. having core ranked silver or gold ranker to have a silver or gold ranker), Jason would REBEL. But I also think he would, in some way, revel in being able to enjoy a healthy sub lifestyle in his personal life while also being domineering outside of that and would 100% shove his dynamic in people’s faces.
Jason is not submissive to every Dom, Jason is submissive to Clive (and eventually Neil *cough*).
Greenstone is just a rough jumping off point for Jason. Sub adventurers are much more common outside of Greenstone (Emir).
And of course there are alchemical solutions to combat the need for a Dom. They just have limited effectiveness
Now that my brain is here…
Dom/sub verse where you get a designation six months to a year after you get your essences. Due to personality and whatnot, most adventurers are Doms.
Jason is a sub.
The presentation is slow. He starts getting fidgety when left to his own devices, unable to sit still. Worse than he was before being torn from his old world. Then he begins to get irritable. He prides himself on a laidback attitude. The bloke next door who will lend you a cup or sugar or tell you the secret ingredient he added to elevate his newest pasta dish. He’s affable, well liked, the baker down the street knows his sister’s name at this point.
Which makes Jason yelling at him all the more startling.
He apologizes and the baker accepts it, but the interaction sticks with him.
Then he’s out on a contract with Clive when it hits. His emotions have been a wreck, more than normal, but the fever comes in a wave. Dizziness, nausea. He can barely stand, Clive having to stop the skimmer and sit him down.
He checks the health status, the little person lit up in red. In big, bold capital letters it says “SUBDROP.”
Jason whispers it, scanning the word but not understanding. Luckily, Clive does.
Jason gets his first command that day.
“Jason, eyes on me.”
Clive walks him through a long routine. Simple requests. Giving Clive his hand, stretching, reading passages from one of Clive’s books. Jason runs through the motions until the fever and headache fade away, replaced by a blissful emptiness. A fuzziness.
When Jason comes to, Clive had parked the skimmer in the shade of a tree, a cooling ritual set up while he held Jason propped up against his chest. One hand stroking through his hair, the other holding up a book on magical theory.
“Oh, you’re awake,” Clive says when Jason moves. His body is heavy and awkward, like he’d been asleep for hours.
Clive walks him through what happened. Jason had gotten a “talk” from Rufus, but it was more equivalent to a first time mother telling their child about the birds and the bees. Oddly rehearsed and tense. Clive is more clinical. And apologetic when he tells Jason that he won’t be able to go more than a few weeks without a “command” before he starts to drop again.
And when he starts to drop, he becomes more susceptible to unwanted commands.
After that, Clive will give him small commands here and there. To pass him a napkin while they’re out to eat, read him a passage from an astral magic theory book, hand him a tool while he’s buried deep in his research. They stave him off until he needs another session a few weeks later.
Clive is respectful, never pushing the boundaries. He doesn’t even order Jason to share his interface powers while he’s in subspace. It’s comfortable, and Jason learns to love the crisp pronunciation of each syllable when he gives a command, the softer intonation of his voice when they wind down from a session, the feel of Clive’s hand as it scratches at Jason’s head and combs through his hair.
Sessions become more frequent, even when they aren’t necessary, and they become comfortable.
Jason notices the way other subs, usually crafts people, are treated around town. Subservient to their Dom, trailing a foot behind, quiet, secondary. A shiver runs down Jason’s spine even though Clive never once expects the same- and in fact encourages the opposite- from him.
Then they form the team.
Humphrey is a Dom, but he never pushes, never gives commands. He’d been oblivious to Jason’s designation for most of the time Jason had known he was a sub.
Neil joins, and it’s different. As a healer, he picks up on Jason in their first true interaction. An intake.
Humphrey is with Jason when Neil frowns, a blue flow from Neil’s diagnostic power blanketing Jason. There’s a sterile coldness about it and Jason shivers.
“You’re a sub,” Neil says, looking at Jason strangely.
“So I’ve been told.”
Neil turns to Humphrey.
“How’s he been managing with commands? Are you his Dom?”
“No. I don’t-“ Jason starts, but Neil keeps talking.
“What are the symptoms of his subdrop? So I can keep track.”
“You know,” Jason says loudly, gaining Neil’s attention. “I know I’m gorgeous and we’ll be a fantastic team of four, but I didn’t think I would be the Invisible Woman.”
“What?” Neil asks.
“I’m right here,” Jason says. “And I’ve got all the answers you could need.”
Neil looks hesitantly between Jason and Humphrey.
“But he’s a-“
“Neil,” Humphrey cuts him off. “This team does not do things that way. Jason does not have a Dom. We will all be treated the same. If you cannot accept this, then you can find another team.”
And therein starts Neil’s fascination, soon to turn into admiration (and no small amount of jealousy), of Clive and Jason’s relationship.
Say yes to my traditional happy family!
That's what inspiration means
Despite the fact that this work is quite chaotic and simple in detail, I still like it
I've been watching this anime since I was about five years old, but I want to remind you that I'm 20 now
my dream as a fanfic writer is for one day, one of my fics to be someones comfort fic. like the fic that they reread when they don't feel good and want to be happy. i want my words to comfort someone one day
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!
Now that my brain is here…
Dom/sub verse where you get a designation six months to a year after you get your essences. Due to personality and whatnot, most adventurers are Doms.
Jason is a sub.
The presentation is slow. He starts getting fidgety when left to his own devices, unable to sit still. Worse than he was before being torn from his old world. Then he begins to get irritable. He prides himself on a laidback attitude. The bloke next door who will lend you a cup or sugar or tell you the secret ingredient he added to elevate his newest pasta dish. He’s affable, well liked, the baker down the street knows his sister’s name at this point.
Which makes Jason yelling at him all the more startling.
He apologizes and the baker accepts it, but the interaction sticks with him.
Then he’s out on a contract with Clive when it hits. His emotions have been a wreck, more than normal, but the fever comes in a wave. Dizziness, nausea. He can barely stand, Clive having to stop the skimmer and sit him down.
He checks the health status, the little person lit up in red. In big, bold capital letters it says “SUBDROP.”
Jason whispers it, scanning the word but not understanding. Luckily, Clive does.
Jason gets his first command that day.
“Jason, eyes on me.”
Clive walks him through a long routine. Simple requests. Giving Clive his hand, stretching, reading passages from one of Clive’s books. Jason runs through the motions until the fever and headache fade away, replaced by a blissful emptiness. A fuzziness.
When Jason comes to, Clive had parked the skimmer in the shade of a tree, a cooling ritual set up while he held Jason propped up against his chest. One hand stroking through his hair, the other holding up a book on magical theory.
“Oh, you’re awake,” Clive says when Jason moves. His body is heavy and awkward, like he’d been asleep for hours.
Clive walks him through what happened. Jason had gotten a “talk” from Rufus, but it was more equivalent to a first time mother telling their child about the birds and the bees. Oddly rehearsed and tense. Clive is more clinical. And apologetic when he tells Jason that he won’t be able to go more than a few weeks without a “command” before he starts to drop again.
And when he starts to drop, he becomes more susceptible to unwanted commands.
After that, Clive will give him small commands here and there. To pass him a napkin while they’re out to eat, read him a passage from an astral magic theory book, hand him a tool while he’s buried deep in his research. They stave him off until he needs another session a few weeks later.
Clive is respectful, never pushing the boundaries. He doesn’t even order Jason to share his interface powers while he’s in subspace. It’s comfortable, and Jason learns to love the crisp pronunciation of each syllable when he gives a command, the softer intonation of his voice when they wind down from a session, the feel of Clive’s hand as it scratches at Jason’s head and combs through his hair.
Sessions become more frequent, even when they aren’t necessary, and they become comfortable.
Jason notices the way other subs, usually crafts people, are treated around town. Subservient to their Dom, trailing a foot behind, quiet, secondary. A shiver runs down Jason’s spine even though Clive never once expects the same- and in fact encourages the opposite- from him.
Then they form the team.
Humphrey is a Dom, but he never pushes, never gives commands. He’d been oblivious to Jason’s designation for most of the time Jason had known he was a sub.
Neil joins, and it’s different. As a healer, he picks up on Jason in their first true interaction. An intake.
Humphrey is with Jason when Neil frowns, a blue flow from Neil’s diagnostic power blanketing Jason. There’s a sterile coldness about it and Jason shivers.
“You’re a sub,” Neil says, looking at Jason strangely.
“So I’ve been told.”
Neil turns to Humphrey.
“How’s he been managing with commands? Are you his Dom?”
“No. I don’t-“ Jason starts, but Neil keeps talking.
“What are the symptoms of his subdrop? So I can keep track.”
“You know,” Jason says loudly, gaining Neil’s attention. “I know I’m gorgeous and we’ll be a fantastic team of four, but I didn’t think I would be the Invisible Woman.”
“What?” Neil asks.
“I’m right here,” Jason says. “And I’ve got all the answers you could need.”
Neil looks hesitantly between Jason and Humphrey.
“But he’s a-“
“Neil,” Humphrey cuts him off. “This team does not do things that way. Jason does not have a Dom. We will all be treated the same. If you cannot accept this, then you can find another team.”
And therein starts Neil’s fascination, soon to turn into admiration (and no small amount of jealousy), of Clive and Jason’s relationship.
No one locks in like my students when admin walks into my room.
Admin will be right outside, in the doorway, and they’ll make frantic hand gestures at me like “cut the music!” And suddenly whatever they’re working on is the most interesting thing they’ve ever done. The room gets silent and they have an answer for every question I ask.
Birthday Boy!! 🌤️
Is NFSW still banned on tumblr or can I post a link to my NSFW fic when I’m done?
Neil is the service dom who enjoys making sure everyone’s safe and healthy (and lowkey likes the control). Jason’s the service sub who goes into subspace cooking dinner and making sure everyone’s comfortable for the evening.
Jason is essentially his entire team’s platonic service sub.
(based on a poem by a friend)
Bingge has been running himself ragged for MONTHS looking for HIS 'nice Shizun'.
What he doesn't know is that Shen Yuan transmigrated into wife #216 (the one from the sexy slime chapter...) the same night he came back and have been living his best life in the palace's library every day. He's been 'giving' his night with Bingge to the harem member who managed to sneak him in a 'Flower of Transing your Gender'.
It's kind of uncomfortable to wear a woman's clothes when he's just a totally normal straight guy, but he's FINE!! He's low enough on the totem pole that he is ignored for most of the harem drama and since he's a DUDE now he isn't pulled into any wife plots! Now he gets to study all the monsters he could ever want! Plus, just occasionally glimpsing the 'best wives' like Liu Mingyan, Sha Hauling, and Ningying is pretty cool, too!
Things are going GREAT until he passes by an upper courtyard one morning and finds a Beauty Devouring Harpy-Lizard has three wives cornered and is about to eat them! Oh no! Well, this is probably a wife plot, so Bingge will come any moment now to save them....
any moment now....
any moment....
...
WHERE is he???
Shen Yuan uses his new Beast Knowledge and his stolen body's mild cultivation to tame the lizard. Turns out it's just a juvenile and they can wean it off eating pretty women if they feed it enough regular meat! Now Shen Yuan has three women in his corner, too! They can help keep him off Bingge's radar while he stays in the palace!
Except... well... it keeps happening.
Beasts attack when Shen Yuan is nearby. Bingge doesn't show up. And then Shen Yuan has to deal with it! He's forming his own harem inside of the harem and he doesn't WANT that!!! Bingge will kill him!!!
It all comes to a head when one of the IMPORTANT wives, Ningying, is cornered by a Ravenous Rainbow Gem Tiger! Even using all of his cunning and smarts, Shen Yuan isn't sure he's going to make it! He manages to get Ningying out of there, but he's on the back ropes...
Then Bingge shows up just in time to save the day.
Oh and he looks BAD. Hair unkept, bags under his eyes, like he hadn't been eating; even with Airplane's shitty Cultivation rules the protagonist shouldn't look like this! Shen Yuan INSTANTLY starts fretting over him. Bingge doesn't seem that impressed, probably used to it by now and thinking that this is just gunna lead to The Usual Business. But he gets this little nagging feeling when Shen Yuan invites himself back to his chambers. Shen Yuan bullies him into bathing, brushes out his hair, makes him eat something, and gets him tucked all nicely into bed. And without a hint of papapa in sight!
In fact, Shen Yuan just... pats Bingge on the head and makes him promise he'll sleep and then leaves.
Bingge staring at the ceiling of his bed, taken care of, no sex expected... squints and has his 'wait a fucking minute' moment.
(CR: vk.com/ookamikiba. Translated and reposted with permission.)
Whenever I hear Clive’s reaction to Jason telling a wife joke, I can’t help but think that Clive is just getting more and more frustrated that the love of his life thinks that he’s straight.
Jason is essentially his entire team’s platonic service sub.
Good read on how sometimes something becomes too real too fast…..I need! To learn! To stop running from it!
literally wake up some nights in a cold sweat thinking about this
On my list of top ten things I thought Shen Qingqiu would say: NOT THIS
Read the fic here!
On a whim I'm catching up with the Spooky Spring Art Party - prompt 1-2 is "Magic" and I wanted to draw something hwfwm!
It's that moment when Jason is considering using the dark essence and the awakening stone of the stars. Looking it up, I was surprised the essence cube was described as about 15cm! I thought they were like the size of a rubix cube for some reason. And the awakening stone was "fist sized" which is pretty relative but still a bit bigger than my original mental image.
Either way, I like how it turned out. First finished drawing in a while ^^;
Made a Christmas present for my dad who’s the biggest fan of “He who fights with monsters!”.
Now that he’s gotten the picture, I can finally post it lol
So the one good thing about traveling is that you have a lot of time to draw if you bring your stuff.
Do you know that Dustin Kettering has like zero description in the books, the closest you get is his ice powers ect, and his cousin being huge like him.
Trust me, I looked through all 11 books I had available to me… so I have decided to make up a design for him.
I know he is a sheilder, but he creates his own armor, so I did not feel like kitting him to much out.
Updated Thadwick’s outfit a bit and Neil’s, nothing to crazy.
Either way, hope you like it.
Character interactions are based off the fanfiction I’m working on, they definitely are not cannon, hahaha.
Sophie :3
Can you imagine you grow up on a farm, out in the wilderness, with very little access to any kind of amenities. You get out, because of your intelligence, and spend your whole life studying one particular topic. Learning about it is your passion. You don't advance very far, because other people keep stealing credit for your work and you don't have the social awareness to stop them. But you are still much better off than you started, so you let it go. Then a man shows up, who is not just interested in your favorite topic, but is the living embodiment of it. On your first outing, back to the area you grew up, he gives away very expensive items to save people just like your family. He doesn't see this as generous, just a basic expectation. He offers you up the reward and credit for the work you did together, when he could have kept it all for himself with no consequences, and he technically lost a large amount of money on this job because he gave it away to strangers. He asks you out to lunch at your favorite restaurant. After you finish eating, he goes behind the counter and gets a job for the evening, because learning about his favorite topic is his passion.
Husband: I know you don’t need any more evidence that Clive is in love with Jason, but I just found some more so let me play this bit for you *plays the book 3 epilogue*
Husband: Jason was burning so hot that even someone with the fire essence had to step back, and Clive’s up there getting his face burned off just to be near his body.
Anyways, true love exists and I found it. And so did Clive.
Listening to He Who Fights with Monsters like… I haven’t been this queerbaited since Supernatural and Destiel.
Here's a shitpost meme I drew a while back, with ~book 1 pre-team trio
Sorry I couldn't do the HWFWM fanart stream I wanted to do on Monday, I still had to wrap up stuff for the festival I was drawing at and then I got sick >w>;
Maybe its because I'm sick but I don't care that it's not glazed. I am so TIRED about fretting about posting art online. I don't feel particularly welcome on the internet as an artist anymore, but I still wanna make n share stuff, you know?