The wolves are on the hunt for a big prey, but they're not sure if they want to kill it
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Awesome traditional art of the boys found HERE by Andrew Kuznetsov on Artstation.
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LAMBERT'S DUMPLINGS from “Blood of Elves”, A. Sapkowski
- rustic potato dumplings with boletus and bear’s garlic | THE WITCHER OFFICIAL COOKBOOK
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Aitwar nie był szczególnie groźnym stworzeniem. Jedyne szkody, jakiś się dopuszczał ten wężowaty stwór to kradzież cennych przedmiotów. Wystarczyło dbać o to, by docenił gościnę i wszystkie skradzione rzeczy z wioski przyniósł dobrotliwym gospodarzom.
https://artbeediy.pl/mitologia-slowianska/bestiariusz/aitwar/
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reblog and link the fanfic that you worked your absolute ass off on but not a lot of people read i’ll go first:
witcher fandom, lambert x aiden, 1920s rum runner and assassin au. entirely historically accurate.
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Lambert's correspondent is finally coming to visit. He's very eager, and not at all prepared.
I am doing a fic-writing challenge! I am going to try to post a fic from the challenge prompts Tuesday through Friday until I run out of prompts.
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Summary: The witchers of Kaer Morhen have never been comfortable with gentle touches. It just isn't who they are. But when Geralt arrives to spend the winter with his brothers looking more relaxed than any of them have felt in years, all due to the affection of a human bard, Lambert and Eskel grow curious. They wonder what it would be like to be touched or held without fear.
When Lambert runs into Jaskier in a small town in Redania, it's the safest he's felt in years. He and his brothers need touch and kindness more than they're willing to admit, and all Jaskier wants it to help, if only the witchers would let him.
Geralt and Jaskier are together, all the other relationships are platonic with a good helping of touch-starvation on the side.
Author: Igneum807
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Chapter 1
by TheQueenInYellowLace (Queenjulie)
(1/6 chapters, complete, all posted to Ao3)
Everyone assumes the Wolves mark their territory. They’re wolves, after all. And it’s true, they do, around Kaer Morhen. They don’t do it much out on the Path. A random campsite isn’t home, after all, isn’t theirs, and few animals are stupid enough to approach a Witcher even if he’s sleeping. So they don’t bother, out on the Path, even if sleeping unprotected is always a little uncomfortable and leaves them poorly rested.
But Jaskier? He marks his territory. Geralt rouses one night early in their acquaintance as the bard slides out of his bedroll, clearly trying to be quiet. He is rather baffled to watch the pretty bard pissing, which he expected, but doing it while walking in a circle around their campsite, watering every few trees as he moves around Geralt and the fire. Geralt pretends to be asleep when the odd human returns to bed. Jaskier drifts back to sleep, smelling satisfied, and Geralt stares at him in dark.
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It keeps happening. Jaskier waits for Geralt to be asleep, then sneaks out of bed and waters the trees around their camp, clearly sure that Geralt has no idea he is doing it. It makes Geralt feel odd and oddly warm, the young man so carefully marking their little home for the night around a dozen different campfires across the Continent.
He mentions it to the other Wolves, one winter. They had asked him if Jaskier was still trailing along behind Geralt. Geralt had nodded silently as he rhythmically churned the goats’ milk into butter. Then he paused. “He stuck close last year. More than before. And he’s getting…stranger.” Eskel looked up at him curiously as Lambert snorted. “He marks like we do, but out there,” he says, jerking his head out to the land outside Kaer Morhen.
“He marks?” Eskel asked. “Like he pees?”
“Yep.”
“Humans don’t do that,” Lambert snipes.
Geralt glared down at the butter as if it could explain Jaskier to him.
“One does.”
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Once Upon A Neighbor by sequelseagull for JinxedAmbitions
Fandoms:Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
Explicit
Graphic Depictions Of Violence
M/M
Summary
Lambert has accepted that he probably doesn't deserve anyone. There are only so many times you can be called an asshole before you get the message. After getting dumped by his last girlfriend, he meets his neighbor one night while shitfaced. He quickly develops feelings for him, which opens up a whole new can of worms. Now, he's navigating a new relationship, learning to deal with his emotions, and wondering what the fuck ‘subbing’ is.
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