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About binkyproductions

Binky Productions is a video production company that produces Films, Commercial Videos and Multimedia for artists. Binky Ink is the writing division for freelance and fiction writing, as well as screenplay formatting. Celinka Serre is also a YouTuber for Dragon Age gaming, and Green Healing for alternative and natural healing from abuse.

February 10, 2023

In Afterlife, Elation – Dragon Age Fan-Fiction Erotic Romance Short Story

By binkyproductions

Julien and Nicolas both realise the other knows what has happened
before they make good use of that tree stump in the front garden of their cabin.

Note: Preview is SFW.

In Peace, Vigilance;
In War, Victory;
In Death, Sacrifice;
In Afterlife, Elation.

Julien watched Maric, Kell and Duncan walk down the bend, something tugging at his heart. He had resumed chopping wood while Nicolas was speaking with them. Now he cast his axe aside, letting it drop onto the grass, and he hurried after them.
        ‘Wait,’ he called out.
        The three wardens turned to face him.
        ‘Look,’ Maric began, ‘we didn’t come to cause any trouble.’ Julien waved a hand dismissively at him.
        Julien looked at Duncan and smiled. ‘I have no regrets.’
        Duncan just stared at him before his eyes widened.
        ‘Wait,’ Kell breathed.
        ‘You’re not a demon?’ asked Duncan.
        Julien let out a one-breathed laugh and placed his hand on the younger warden’s shoulder. ‘Duncan, I’m glad I saved you. You may be foolish, stupid at times, but your life was worth saving. And no, I’m not a demon.’
        ‘Then how are you here when the rest of us were in a dream?’ asked Maric, eyeing Julien with suspicion.
        ‘I created this place when I died, willing to wait for Nicolas,’ Julien explained. ‘Whatever brought you into the Fade used this place to send Nicolas here. If it was a demon, then it did us both a favour.’
        ‘Why didn’t you say anything sooner?’ asked Kell.
        ‘Because I didn’t want to hold Nicolas back if he needed to return with you,’ replied Julien. He smiled fondly. ‘He stayed.’
        ‘He stayed for you,’ said Duncan.
        Julien hugged the young man. ‘Promise me to live your best life as a warden, all right?’
        ‘I won’t let your sacrifice be for nothing, I promise you that.’
        Julien pulled away; Duncan’s eyes brimmed with tears. Julien turned to Kell and embraced his friend. Then, he clasped hands with King Maric.
        ‘Find Geneviève. Find Fiona. Complete our mission.’ Julien bowed politely.
        ‘We will,’ Maric assured.
        ‘Live well, uh, I mean, in the Fade, well,’ Duncan bumbled.
        Julien chuckled before nodding. ‘Thank you, I will.’
        The three other men backed away before turning and leaving.
        Julien hurried back up the bend, smiling the whole way. Nicolas stepped out of the cabin, scowling. Julien pointed a thumb behind him. ‘I went to see them off.’
        Julien saw Nicolas swallow and a sob escaped him. ‘Oh, Julien.’
        ‘What’s the matter, Nicolas?’ Julien stepped closer to his lover.
        Nicolas took Julien’s hands in his. He hesitated. ‘I…I know this may shock you, but…we’re dead.’
        Julien smiled tenderly. ‘I know.’
        Nicolas blinked a few times. ‘You know?’
        Julien nodded carefully. ‘I thought…I wasn’t sure if you knew or not, but…I didn’t want you throwing what was left of your life away just because I was dead. And when I saw the others I for sure knew you were not yet dead. I…I thought if I pretended not to know them, then you might return with them.’
        ‘I have no life without you, Julien. I forfeit my life to be with you now, I just couldn’t.’
        Julien’s heart swelled. ‘Oh, mon amour,’ he breathed. ‘You know, I was so scared you’d die when you were injured, and I told myself, better me than you, let it be me because I didn’t want to lose you.’
        Nicolas stared at Julien intensely for a few moments before speaking, his voice gruff with grief. ‘I died inside the moment you died.’ His brows furrowed in sorrow. ‘You were dead before I even had you in my arms and I tried to make Fiona bring you back.’
        Julien placed a hand on Nicolas’s face. ‘It’s okay, mon amour. I didn’t want to be selfish.’ He smiled tenderly. ‘I’m glad you stayed. I would have waited, but I’m glad you chose to stay.’

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Fateful Revelations – Fiction Short Story — Fantasy

By binkyproductions

Ortigan stood before Lord Aju, his head hung low, as Lord Aju proceeded to explain the task he was sending him on. It was a dangerous mission and he just could not understand why Lord Aju was sending him on this mission of all the knights he had at his disposal. Ortigan was but a page, he didn’t even know how to fight, let alone pick up a sword.

‘Why me, Lord? Why me?’ was all Ortigan could say once Lord Aju was done.

‘It’s My Lord, when you are addressing me,’ Lord Aju bellowed.

‘Yes, My Lord.’ Ortigan bowed in supplication. ‘My apologies, My Lord.’

‘And why you?’ Lord Aju chuckled sinisterly, a crooked grin spreading across his face. ‘You will find out when you reach the tombs.’

‘Yes, My Lord.’ Ortigan bowed again. ‘I will depart immediately.’

He bowed and left for the armoury, where he fumbled a bit, trying to get a sword’s scabbard tied to his belt.

The tombs were a dangerous place where dwelt sinister beings, he was told. It was said that any knight Lord Aju sent there died perilously. Ortigan didn’t stand a chance. Lord Aju was sending him to his death, for he had somehow failed him in his service, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to go down without at least trying to fight.

The young page took a horse and rode all day towards the graveyard where these tombs stood deserted and desecrated. Ortigan dismounted a few feet away from the gate that gave access to the graveyard.

A gloomy fog hovered above the ground, making it difficult to see where he was stepping. Ortigan stumbled forward, tripping on a large rock and stepping into a puddle. He lifted his boot and realized he had not stepped in water or mud, but blood.

A chill ran down his spine and he froze in place.

He wanted to turn back, but then where would he go? The next kingdom was days away; they were enemies of Lord Aju’s. If they let him in and Ortigan survived, he would forever be hunted by Lord Aju’s knights as a traitor. If he ran and never returned, he would be hunted as a deserter. And if he continued, he would be killed by the beings that haunted the tombs.

So Ortigan, the young page who had failed every test he’d been given to prove himself worthy of apprenticeship, merely stood there, petrified by the possibility of death.

Something in the distance moved, a figure shaped like a human. Ortigan took a step towards it, unsheathing the sword he had at his belt. A laugh reached his ears, oddly enough, a hearty laugh.

A man stepped forward, perhaps in his middle age, wielding a large broadsword.

‘Did anyone ever teach you how to even hold a sword before, boy?’

‘I…’ Ortigan stammered.

‘So now instead of sending his seasoned knights, for he knows they will not return, Lord Aju sends a mere boy?’

‘I’m thirteen, sir!’ Ortigan retorted angrily, feeling insulted. He was not just a mere boy.

‘You are brave, I’ll give you that?’ the man remarked. He studied Ortigan. ‘Did Lord Aju even tell you what he was sending you here for?’

‘He told me there was a magical artefact hidden in the tombs and that I was to retrieve it,’ stated the lad.

‘There is. It is the subject of war. Lord Aju has tried to take it before. I am one of those who guard it. Through these tombs, not only lies this magical item, but the passage to my kingdom. It is a secret passage to a hidden kingdom. Lord Aju knows this because he once came from this kingdom, before he was usurped and banished for being a murderer and tyrant. He founded his own kingdom and keeps sending knights to retrieve the magic that allows my kingdom to remain safe.’

‘Your kingdom?’

‘Yes. My name is King Tristan Draelawell. I rule the lands beyond that passage. I knew Lord Aju would send another, I sensed it needed to be me who would guard the way this night. I did not expect to encounter such a young and unseasoned fighter. I am conflicted in knowing I must kill you. Perhaps Lord Aju knew this.’

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February 10, 2023

Le Cercueil — The Coffin – Un poème — A Poem

By binkyproductions

I forget when I wrote this one, but I am mildly surprised at how lovely it’s written and how it flows.

My character who is the subject of the poem, is a young woman, and a fictional character I wrote about.

I am first including the original French version, as I wrote it. Below I will have the English translation. Hopefully my translation can do my French words justice.

Warnings: Suicide subject matter.

The Coffin (English Translation)

There she is finally.
She is sorrowful,
an expression of deception upon her face.
All she ever desired,
was some peace and freedom,
but she did not find these.
She is still and forever alone,
in this room,
with the scent of maquillage
and three nuns.

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February 8, 2023

After A One-Night Stand, His GF Wanted Me In Their Threesome – An Anecdote of Sensual Exploration

By binkyproductions

Okay, once again, I swear, this story is clean!😆

I was in my first year of Cegep (that in Quebec is after High School, before or instead of University, basically College but not).

I was at a party held by some of the third-year students from the Theatre Program. Their neighbor, another student at the Cegep I was attending, was also present. Everyone was chatting with everyone, having a blast.

And then the cops arrived.

I was freaking out! I was 17 and I thought we would all get arrested. People were smoking weed and piss ass drunk. Cops were probably there because of the noise, though. But still.

The neighbor (we’ll call him F) invited me to hop over the balcony and hang out at his place.

I accepted the invitation.

It was late, I had missed the last metro (subway for some) and I was stuck waiting until morning to go home anyway.

F got us some snacks, and some more drinks, but we were being moderate so we wouldn’t be drunk.

He asked me if I wanted to make out and fool around. I suggested we play Strip Crazy Eights.

He was very straightforward with me and honest, and he let me know that he was on break with his girlfriend and he was just looking for some fun. I told him I was a virgin and what some things I had done were and what I had not done. He asked what I was comfortable trying and said we could play, strip, and see what we felt like doing.

Seemed like fun.

And it was.

We played cards, stripped, made out, explored each other’s bodies a bit. I suppose you could call it a one-night stand except it’s “sort of” because there was no intercourse. I did give my first bj that night. And he was very kind in instructing me how to proceed and what he enjoyed.

It was very interesting, to say the least.

We stayed up all night, then had breakfast food and chilled a bit before I had to leave. I met his roommate, chatted, and then I went home.

F and I started hanging out together more, some weekends, some evenings, just as friends, just to chat, watch movies, and play cards without the stripping. He’d tease me that he’d seen me naked, boasting in front of other guys, which was new to me, but looking back, it tells me he liked what he’d seen.

He got back together with his girlfriend and tried to match me up with a friend of his.

As an aside, F’s friend was only interested in kissing and not chatting much and we all went out to hang out together one evening, but F’s roommate bailed and turned back to go home. Migraine, he had said. But I think he had a crush on me and felt bad being the fifth wheel. I should have gone after him. Honestly, I would have preferred to hang out with the roommate, but I gave the friend a chance before deciding, “nope this guy ain’t for me”.