Geralt: I Think Eskel Is Talking To Himself...

Geralt: I think Eskel is talking to himself...

Eskel: I am. It’s the only way I can have an intelligent conversation.

for fellow austins and the rest of texas

fuck ERCOT

Don’t use a gas oven to heat your home or run your car in the garage

Carbon monoxide kills you so quick. Please all do not do this.

Drip both hot and cold on all faucets + open the cupboards that house the pipes because if you don’t your pipes will burst and you’ll have massive flooding.

(totally not projecting) but Eskel being so used to not having a companion that he can't stand touch? like, in Kaer Morden physical affection amongst the younger witchers but not so much the adults.

Eskel spends so much time alone on the path that he gets used to not have touch, especially when as a witcher his senses are more sensitive and as the other witchers completed their transformations they didn't want affection from Eskel in the same way. And so when other witchers now - namely school of the wolf ones - try to initiate contact its Eskel having to reject them.

And it's not that Eskel doesn't want the affection - he does its almost a need after so long - but can't make himself do it, it's like a skin irritant.

more girls need horns. demon horns, satyr horns, lil antlers, whatever. this post is self-explanatory

Friendly Reminder!

If you (yes, YOU) or any of your fandom friends are feeling underrepresented, or like you are tired of Geraskier content (both totally fair and valid) then PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE support the content you want to see when it’s there!

I’m going to be totally 100% candid and honest for a sec, I hope you all don’t mind. 

I write for me, first and foremost, but nothing makes me want to stop writing more than a poor response. I do my best not to analyze notes but that’s just not how it works. Writers write for themselves a lot of the time but we need support and motivation and validation too.

I don’t get that on my fics that aren’t Geraskier (Lambden does pretty well though, actually).

I love writing them, I have a ton in the works, but it sucks to post them and not get love.

And it’s especially frustrating to get on tumblr after I write this stuff to see people complaining about how little content there is. Why would there be more? We aren’t getting support from it! 

So, I made a list. This list is made up of writers that provide content that is NOT Geraskier. Most of them also write Geraskier, but they all provide something else. This list has their tumblr, ao3, and a list of pairings they write.

If you want to see more content, the GO SUPPORT THEM. REBLOG THEIR FICS. LEAVE COMMENTS. SEND A DM, AN ASK. INTERACT WITH THEM AND LET THEM KNOW YOU ARE HERE AND APPRECIATE THEM AND WANT THEM TO KEEP DOING WHAT THEY DO!

I know that in a lot of cases, particularly underrepresentation, there are a lot of different layers to these issues and it’s very complex but we have to do something and I hope this list is a helpful step. And if you have any ideas for more ways to help increase representation then let me know! I’m not really the biggest blog out there but I know some people and I’m sure we can get a good spread of information.

Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Courtesy of The Continent Cake Shop (again). This one is for @airy-awry , who drew a beautiful (enormous!) Aiden, and for @lookoutrogue, who said please. 

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They’d spent years teasing Lambert about being the smallest wolf. They called him little, baby, and on his drunkest night Eskel even managed to wrap him in a blanket to rock him. 

It had been funny to them. Lambert argued and would spit and fight, but without much heat. The lines were clearly drawn, however. Aside from typical sparring maneuvers you could not pick Lambert up. 

All in all he was only barely smaller than Geralt- and Eskel’s big barrel chest was enormous by any standards. 

But they watched as Lambert and Ciri grew close, two gremlins intent on mayhem and mischief. They were the best of friends, and more than once as Ciri grew, Lambert taught her grappling moves that had her easily using her father’s and Eskel’s size and momentum against them, crashing to the floor beneath the slip of a girl with a feral grin.

It was Vesemir who finally figured out that Lambert had learned from a Cat. It only seemed sensible that the little wolf would have a little cat. 

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