charlie writes things

so i thought since it looks like i’m not necessarily slowing down on this writing thing, i should make it more immediately accessible, for all you lovely darlings who keep saying nice things about me <3

Witcher works:

pale shadows of forgotten names (rebloggable) geraskier, post-season 2, geralt apologizes/getting together, completed

sleep now, she pleads (rebloggable by chapter) eventual geraskier (possibly poly, undecided), ciri & jaskier-centric, post-season 2, the gang deals with their trauma, ongoing

our shadows that are bold sing (rebloggable) geraskefer, canon-adjacent, stregobor gets his, completed

pronounce my name aright (rebloggable- with background!) geraskier, canon-era, fae!jaskier, developing relationship, completed

bitten lips and broken hands (rebloggable) geraskier, post-season 2, geralt apologizes, completed

this isn’t a breakup, dearheart (rebloggable) geraskier + yentriss, modern au, miscommunication, getting together, completed

short form writing and updates on new/ongoing projects

Non-Witcher works:

should have gotten more whiskey supernatural, season 15 pre-finale era, sam confronts dean about his parenting choices, completed

and finally, because i feel bad getting rid of my last pinned post, consider donating to the national bail fund network, or your local bail fund!

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I had a thought:

In those flashbacks with Visenna, baby Geralt talked a lot.  Especially in that cart.  He was adorably babbling about the end of the world, what happens if you fall off, how many spheres there were.  Every single thought in that adorable head.

Then his mother says “stop” and sends him to get some water.  And drives away without him.

And he’ll never know why she left him.  But he knows exactly what he was doing when she did.

Is it any wonder then, that Geralt of Rivia barely speaks?

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homunculus-argument

The chili plant made a deal with their God to only be consumed by things that could spread its seeds and fly. The chili received capsaicin, making itself painful to eat for mammals, but not birds, and all was well for the chili.

Then the human shows up, tastes it, and likes the pain. So now there's this flightless fucking mammal eating the chili. Like not even a fruit bat or anything, a flightless fucking mammal chomping on the chili.

What the fucking shit, God, cried the chili, I specifically requested the opposite of this.

Now hold on, wait a moment, replied the God who talks to plants but has no idea what the fuck these apes are going to do next. It might be something cool.

And in a flash of a second, in barely fraction of the time that chili took to develop capsaicin, the humans went from walking across land bridges and rowing little boats across small waters, into building ships that could cross oceans. More humans tasted the chili, and liked the pain. They took the seeds with them, and planted it elsewhere.

See? They spread the seeds.

They're still not flying, said the chili, still feeling insulted and betrayed.

But before the conversation was over, the humans were still not done fucking around and nowhere close to finding out. The ships became machines, and another machine was invented, capable of flight. Now, not only were the humans farming chili on continents far too far away for any of the birds that originally ate it could dream of flying, but the chili flew with them to lands where it could possibly not grow, so that humans over there could also eat it and enjoy the pain.

You see? They spread your seeds and fly.

It doesn't count as keeping a promise if you only manage it by a fucking accident, said the chili, still somewhat insulted. But nonetheless, the chili thrived.