#YIPPEE! WE ALL JUMPED FOR JOY!

[solplease]

OKAY. DONE. the update was SOOOOO fucking good i enjoyed that sm

[dinosaurwithablog]

I don't know why the Grimace isn't smiling. The Dodgers win the NLCS and they are going to the World Series!! I can't wait!! LET'S GO YANKEES!!!!!

[the-ragbros-are-okay]

i actually feel as though i am going insane bc i need to do TOMORROWS commissions to get the last story key for kaeya’s story quest because i was an IDIOT and and DIDNT

and now i feel like i’m full of BEES

PLUS. IM GOING ON A TRIP.TOMORROW

so i’m waking up early and doing my commissions and then a story quest bc i’ll be damned if i have to wait three more fucking days to see my favorite traumatized blue haired man

[mellohiizz]

everytime i see your mapicc I jump for joy he's such a dog I love him so much all he needs is a collar YIPPEE

i personally think he needs both a collar and a muzzle, we all know he bites.

[f1nalboys]

hey bestie! may i pls request something that is tod from final destination x reader? maybe some fluff headcannons, what it’s like having a sleepover with him? thx u sm! <33

hi bae!!!! i had sm fun writing this >:)) i do think tod would be one of the better characters to have a sleepover with he serves so much genuinely!!! hope you enjoy <3 first request to start out >:)))

Tod Waggner x GN!Reader

WORD COUNT: 651

WARNINGS: none

TOD LOVES SLEEPOVERSSSS

listen this guy wants to spend 24/7 with you, he is clingy as all fuck

like one of those shelter dogs, you know the vibe

anyways so regardless of whether or not him coming to spend the night is common or not, he’s ECSTATIC!!!! 

bro is jumping for joy up and down like yippee!!!!! YIPPEEEE!!!

he prefers going over to your place because then it feels like a vacation almost

but if you want to come over to his place you have to give him a day’s notice so he can clean up (he is MESSY i'm sorry to say)

he packs a bag and has a smile on his face literally until he has to leave

in my opinion, tod loves a good movie marathon and he is going to want to do classic sleepover shit with you to the point of almost annoying you LMFAO

he's like haha we should order a pizza… we should watch scary movies… pillow fight babe?? wanna gossip and do a face mask? let's talk about boys!!!!

and if you point out that he is the boy in question youd talk about, not only is he getting smug as fuck, hes going to go ‘ill pretend to be someone else!!!! go on and be so honest about how you feel about me babe ;)’

he's a great sleepover guest though, at least the first few times

he's awkward the very first one bc he's sitting on the edge of the bed bag on his shoulders hand in his lap like o-0 so…

its endearing 

and overall he's very chill and will stay by your side or in your bed the entire time

once he's comfortable though… loudest stupidest dumbest mfer!!! he is doing reckless shit and messing with you and trying to prank you and stuff

once he's settled down though, good luck getting him out of your bed for ANYTHING, a fire could break out and tod is staying put

he has to cuddle. it's a rule.

and he has no preference for being big or little spoon honestly, he has pros and cons for both, he just needs you literally right next to him

he does not care what movies you guys watch but he DOES want to watch some shitty stoner comedy like (ignoring the fact devon plays in this movie) he wants to watch idle hands and harold and kumar go to white castle LMFAO 

he's wearing your pajamas…. even if he cant fit he’ll find something to put on his body from slipper to an eye mask to your pjs to a robe to a bonnet, etc etc, you leave that room for longer than 2 minutes and he's playing dress up

you go to shower (and yes he's gonna try and join you he's handsy though so choose carefully) and come back into your room and he's wearing half your wardrobe and going through your jewelry and shit

and when you're like uhm… hello?? he stands there like oh… you're back sooner than i thought…. LIKE UR IN MY ROOM???

he's a popcorn snack guy, plus sour candy. sleepovers are for pigging out and he takes that SERIOUS he’ll sneak his own candy in if he has to

if he falls asleep at like 10pm-12am, then you will have a peaceful night where he sleeps until 8:30am and is well rested and so sweet

and he might even make you breakfast

but if he sleeps before then or later…. good luck

he's going to be LOUD and OBNOXIOUS (positive) and he's going to keep your ass up as long as he can

you're laying in bed in the dark with your eyes closed and he's steady talking trying to remember some obscure tv show from his childhood 

great guy though, love him

and you would have a ball, just don't plan on sleeping much

[gurokichi]

WE NEED TO PLAY MINECRAFT TOGETHER UGH. soon i promise😔😔 i feel like a total fraud because i first won you over by telling you how many pet mooshrooms and ender dragons i keep, and then you wanted to play minecraft with me!! it’s not my fault my laptop broke and i don’t have minecraft on mobile at such inconvenient timing… 😭 you could take all the diamonds in our world, i’m too lazy to find and mine them!! i prefer quartz, for…… no particular reason 🥰 (building) but i’m also too scared to go into the nether. i hate hate hate wither skeletons and blazes and all other scary nether mobs. piglins are cute though. i want to keep them as pets. are you keeping track of all the pets we need to keep, by the way? because i require them desperately also i am too scared to fight anything i will hide behind trees and you can fight the scary mobs. YOU COULD BE A KILLER BUNNY WAIT. was that a minecraft thing?? i vaguely remember something about it where like it’s really rare to spawn from a rabbit spawn egg and then i kept spamming rabbit spawn eggs and my killer bunny never arrived. i wanted to keep it as a pet. this was three years ago and i have been disappointed since ALSO ABOUT YOUR REBLOG do you KNOW how badly obsessed i am with you??? i think about you wayyyyy too much i got my history paper back and in the middle of my incoherent scribbling on the question paper there was your name written a bunch in pencil. i think i had planned to erase it but clearly never got around to it. i can’t show you now though because they take the papers back for a bit to confirm the marks grrrr but i have a feeling you’re similarly on my other subject papers as well. literally haunting me. i do hold back a lot on you, though. i’m like always fighting with myself thinking if what i want to do will creep you out or come off as overbearing and clingy even if i am overbearing and clingy. i try to filter out that and the urge to spam you throughout the day. and at nighttime when you’re sleeping and i miss you. i feel 65% more miserable when you’re not around and 130% happier when you are. i literally jump with joy when i see the notification for you posting anything on tumblr because you are so INTERESTING AND I LOVE YOU.

YES YES WE DO!! YOU NEED TO HURRY UP AND GET MINECRAFT GRRR.

That IS how you won me over... and now it's been 2 months yet we haven't played once!! How could you say all that about playing with me and then not do so, you fraud? Smh. TOTALLY YOUR FAULT!! You should've just not broken your laptop! Do you even have a laptop or was that a lie? SIGHH. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO BELIEVE FROM YOU ANYMORE!! ...Just teasing you! I'm not serious, ehehe. Okay anyway seriously, WE NEED TO PLAY SOON. GROWLS. I will be taking all the diamonds, and I'll share them with you, because I'm so nice! I'll get quartz for you when I go netherite mining for us. I'll make sure to bring back piglins too! ...I am not keeping track, but I say we just get whatever mobs are cute. You poor thing, I'll fend off all the scary mobs for you <3 I am definitely a killer bunny! They do exist in Minecraft, but they can only be summoned with a command, which is why you couldn't spawn them, hahah. I do know!! I reblogged it as encouragement to stop holding back, you keep saying you're scared to upset me or scare me off, but I promise you that you definitely won't. AND THAT'S SO CUTE YOU WROTE MY NAME ON YOUR HISTORY PAPER AW. I wanna see whenever you get your papers back!! I gotta see the proof. You could never creep me out, and I love overbearing and clingy! I love it whenever you spam me too. Do whatever you'd like, and I'll still love you just the same. I miss you too whenever you're not around, and I also get super excited whenever I get a notification from you. I'm like "YIPPEE ERIS IS ONLINE YAYAYAYAYAY" AND I LOVE YOU TOO SO VERY MUCH ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

Hii, been a bit busy to answer your response to the LAST ask I sent. My favorites of the most godly artists are Dai the flu- Deftones, and one of the girls- the weekend. Idek how to explain why I like them, but its the MELODYYYYYYY. 😩 Also, I can't tell if these girls like me or not. They like flirt with me with eachother, joke about being a throuple, and then later exclude me from a bunch of things 😭 I'm so confused, but things have gotten better with my pookie boo boo bear, I informed him on how those comments would make me feel and he THANKFULLY understood.. Ill talk more after classes BYEYEYE

Xoxo 👽

i feel like girls r the hardest to tell whether they r flirting with u or not… (or maybe i’m just a loser) sniffles… good luck with that…

BUT YAY FOR SETYING BOUNDARIES N UR BF ACTUALLY LISTENING TO THEM YIPPEE WE ALL REJOICED WE ALL JUMPED FOR JOY!

[magicat1337]

July 22, 2005

Don't go to a Staind concert, just read this chapter of my book instead

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Shower the day of the concert! Those places are sweaty nightmares

Hand the phone over! You can’t enjoy the concert in its entirety if you’re concerned about your phone getting lost!

Choose a good bra. The last thing you want is creeps trying to hook up with you at a concert

I frantically read my concert etiquette I had written when I was thirteen, my heart jumping in delight; today was the concert! I typed up a deviantART journal entry and bounced around my room. My Three Doors Down CD blasted throughout the house; I was preparing for one of the best days of my life.

I set out my outfit for the day; A funny tee shirt, a cute pair of Tripp pants that I adored, earrings with chains that attached a cuff to a stud, fishnet gloves, and one of my favorite rhinestone belts. I made sure to take a shower, for that was one of the many examples of good concert etiquette I had written down in my notebook.

When I got out of the shower, I joyfully presented my outfit to my parents. 

“You are not wearing those pants,” Dad sternly told me.

“Why not?” I asked.

“It’s the middle of summer, and the amphitheater is gonna be jam packed.” After throwing a little tantrum, I put on a pair of black shorts and found a way to clip the straps of my pants onto my shorts. I posted a journal to talk about my excitement for the concert. 

Yippee!!! Mood: Joy

Listening To: Three Doors Down - Away From the Sun

Eating: Taco Bell

So, here it is! 2day is the day of the concert!!! I'm super duper excited!!!! I hope some of u guyz r there! That’d be soopa 1337, methinks”

After I was done writing the journal, I went outside and asked my parents if I could go visit Taco Bell and grab lunch and if they wanted anything too.

Dad didn’t want anything, but Mom wanted a nacho cheese chalupa and a Diet Pepsi, just like always. I wasn’t sure if I wanted a caramel apple empanada that day or not, I’d just think about it while I walked there.

I grabbed my iPod and my cell phone, got my skateboard off the wall, and went down the road. Once I reached Southtowne, I got off my skateboard and put it by the entrance, praying that nobody would steal it. “I love the little tacos, I love them good!” I thought, skipping inside. At that moment I realized that I would’ve probably looked way cooler had I taken my skateboard inside, but it was too late now.

“What can I get you?” the cashier asked.

“I’ll have a caramel apple empana-”

“We’re all out of those, sorry,” she sadly replied .

“‘Kay, then I’ll just have a taco with no lettuce or tomato, just chicken and cheese, a nacho cheese chalupa, and uhmmmm…”

I realized I forgot to ask Dallas if he wanted anything. He probably didn’t.

“Cinnamon twists! I’ll get cinnamon twists!”

“What would you like to drink?” “I’ll have one large Diet Pepsi, and a medium Mug root beer” “We don’t serve Mug root beer here.” “Mmmm, okay, then I’ll get a Mountain Dew.” “Is that all?” “Yes.” “That’ll be five dollars and twenty-five cents.” I handed the cashier my credit card and then went back outside to check on my skateboard. When I went back inside, someone asked “So she’s just gonna order and leave? Is she out of her mind?” “No, I was just gonna check on my skateboard!” I explained. “You know how common it is for people to leave their skateboards lying around and get them stolen ‘round here, right? My skateboard was expensive, if anyone stole it, I’d be carryin’ a sledgehammer to Doty lookin’ for brains to bash in!”

Once I got my order, I ate my taco outside on one of the checkered tables before I skateboarded back to the house. I delivered Mom’s food to her and went inside to watch television to pass the time before the concert. Nickelodeon was just playing endless episodes of Fairly Odd Parents until it was concert time. Oh well. I grabbed a DVD of InuYasha and watched episode after episode until Dad called out “Isabelle, it’s concert time!” I paused the DVD on a nice shot of Kagome, sprung across the halls, grabbed Vivica and got my favorite pair of DCs on.

“Shouldn’t you put on a pair of running shoes?” Dad asked, to which I did not respond.

As I buckled my seatbelt, Dad popped in a CD that contained various Staind, Breaking Benjamin, and 3 Doors Down songs to get us excited. Appropriately enough, the first song that played was Open Your Eyes, the first song on Break the Cycle. Before we got onto the highway, we stopped at Burger King, much to my annoyance. I still accepted it though; the concert would be crazy long, we had to pick up food. There was one car in front of us at the order window, however service went quicker than usual that day; we were both in and out before Open Your Eyes was finished!

I got some of the new Chicken Fries with a Diet Coke and a medium fry. Dad got two burgers, one he’d eat immediately, and one he’d eat later, although he planned to eat both during the long car ride. The line was very short that day; there was only one car in front of us, containing two scruffy-looking men. Were they going to see the concert as well?

I noted that even though I had been down the highway that took us from Belvidere to Chicago so many times it lost its spark, sometimes it was still a little special for me when we were going beyond Elgin. 

“Dad, why didn’t we get Warped Tour tickets instead?” I asked. “Weren’t you supposed to take me to Warped Tour, it’s tomorrow!”

“Tickets were sold out, Izzy,” he told me. Oh well.

Around Barrington, we ran across some problems and had to take a detour. My head began to ache, and I was horrified; How could I enjoy my first concert with a migraine? I notified Dad, and he checked his bag nervously to see if there were any pills. There weren’t. I hugged Vivica and looked out my window, observing the stroads surrounding me, stores and gas stations on every corner. He got to a Walgreens eventually, where relief was finally close.

Inside, I tried pestering him to allow me to have a candy bar; I did hear chocolate helps with headaches, although I was eight when I heard that, and all my memories from before I was ten are rather blurry. He obliged, and I grabbed a KitKat bar. 

Once we got to the venue, we were afraid of the line to get in. Strangely enough, for a concert like this, it wasn’t really that bad! When we got in, I stepped through the metal detector and gave them nearly everything except my cell phone. The detector went off, and before anyone could panic, I gave up my cell phone and walked through it a second time. This time, no alarm was sounded.

I strolled around the area, taking as many photos with my cell phone’s camera as possible. Even the bathrooms looked cool, although the looming sense of dread I had in public bathrooms still lingered. There were concessions all about, and I got a soda before the concert.

When it was time, Dad gave me a bag of military-grade earplugs. I had not dared to wear my headphones inside, for I did not want to seem disrespectful. We all gathered around the stage; the PA played Metallica and Tool to keep us from going insane without music. The elevator to the upper seats worried me, although I knew we were not going to use them. 

Once the concert began, strange guys I did not recognize appeared on stage. No Address? Who were these guys? I thought Three Doors Down was the opening act? Neither me nor Dad had ever heard of this band. As they got started with their set, I found myself bobbing my head to the beat and adjusting my earplugs significantly less. This band was, dare I say, catchy. It sounded like a bleached version of Three Doors Down. It was enough to hold me off until Three Doors Down began performing. During the short intermission between No Address and Three Doors Down, I set down Vivica and let her have her own seat Dad recorded a video of me singing along to Kryptonite, in which he was able to catch a guy who seemed to have malicious intent; i had apparently forgotten tip #3 of my concert etiquette, which must’ve been why he was looking at me like that. 

“Get away, pervert!” he shouted as I continued to sing. I was startled and asked him who he was talking about.

“The guy in the row behind us, he was looking at you!” 

I got embarrassed and sat down, continuing to sip my soda, which by now was quickly running out.

While the band was performing Away From the Sun, a skinny older woman joined us. Her twilight hair which complimented her dark eyes was tied into a sleek ponytail. Her arms were covered in colorful tattoos that seemed to have been drawn with glittering ink, and the clothes she wore brought out the tattoos even further. She looked like a Matrix character, if I had to be brutally honest. 

“Oh hey, what’s your name?” I asked.

“Cathy!” she replied. 

“Oh, hi Cathy!” I replied shyly. 

We all talked until intermission about her home life, the concerts she had been to, and so much more. During these conversations, I learned she had an eleven year old daughter named Blair who was supposed to go with her, however she bailed out on her. The tattoos on her arms were to honor her daughter, and for her first concert, she saw Alice Cooper when she was seventeen. She was also partially deaf due to being to so many concerts over the years, and said that she was proud of my father for giving me earplugs to wear during the concert. While they played Here Without You, she touched my chest and ran away sobbing profusely and saying “I’m too drunk, I’m going to the lawn!” over and over before I could tell her she was fine and I could tell she did not mean to touch me there. We did not see her again until Breaking Benjamin was performing Away, when I could tell her everything was okay.

I got drink refills and some ice cream while we waited for Breaking Benjamin to set up on stage. Because the guy who served me my drink took out the straw and seemingly had none, Dad took me to a booth that served alcohol. The woman working at the desk gave me an odd look,

“I just need a straw,” I told her. She chuckled and handed me a blue straw for my drink. 

When they started playing Polyamorous, I went wild. That’s how I discovered it was my favorite Breaking Benjamin song; Dad got a recording of me screaming my lungs out to the song. When Cathy returned, I asked her why she had bailed on us.

“I’m sorry…I just did that and it made me freak out. Plus the show is so much better on the lawn!”

“I bet,” I replied, my throat still raspy. Soon, she was gone again.

While we waited for Staind to begin playing, I noted that they were playing a band I had heard would be at Warped Tour 2005.

“It’s almost like I really did get to go to Warped Tour after all!” I told Dad, smiling. After a little bit of a delay, Staind began playing. The first song they played was For You! I had no clue what was going on, for Breaking Benjamin had already blinded and hypnotized me during their set, but I still dizzily sang along. I must’ve sounded like Cathy at the end of the Three Doors Down performance, even though I hadn’t touched a single drop of alcohol all night, except for when I had to go to a booth that served alcohol because the guy who refilled my soda forgot the straw.

Dad and I noticed Aaron acted as if he did not want to be performing; he didn’t address the crowd or get everyone excited, he just sang. The set still sounded excellent, but I could not detect any enthusiasm in his voice.

During Yesterday, I began getting tired and decided it was time to go home. Dad agreed, for he wanted to beat post-concert traffic. We passed a concession stand and I saw a poster that I wanted, but ended up not getting despite my dad’s pleas; that would end up being a big regret of mine. We were halfway through the parking lot when Outside began playing. I passed a group of men selling discounted shirts, including the ones I had bought at the concert, and when we made it to the car, Dad ate his cold double whopper from hours earlier. The parking lot of concerts late at night is a whole other world. It's like people are giving you a cheap concert experience, with the guys selling the shirts and me on the hood of my car singing in the most gravelly, out-of-tune voice possible.

“Dad, I’m sorry for making you eat that cold burger, we can go to a 24 hour diner or something, or even White Castle.” Under my breath, I added “even though the only thing I like there are the sides.”

“No Isabelle, it’s fine,” he assured me. I felt so bad for Dad though. Mom had told him she had kept dinner in the microwave for us, and I had gotten a cherry milkshake from Tom N Jerry’s, but Dad didn’t want Tom N Jerry’s. The radio lulled me to sleep as we drove home that night.

[astrahannah]

Baldur's Gate 3 has been doing this thing that Cyberpunk 2077 does for me sometimes, where it gets super laggy out of nowhere. Unlike Cyberpunk 2077, it's still playable in this state, but reaching the end with such lagging would tarnish the experience. I have to let it rest for a few weeks at least, that works for Cyberpunk.

But I had to much fun with BG3, what to play now? I need some less graphics-heavy game... I still didn't finish TGAA, but the first game is really kind of a slog, I have to be in a mood for it, which doesn't happen often...

So, I downloaded Witcher 3!

I played for something over an hour last night, and I have several first impressions:

I finally met Yennefer and Ciri:-D Only in the flashback, but at least something. I'll meet them later in the game, I know that.

2. I witnessed the world-famous Geralt in a tub:

Well, perhaps not world-famous, but I once saw a figurine of him laying in the tub, being sold for like 2000 Czech crowns and the memory stuck, so, he's world-famous to me:-D Geralt in a tub, you'll always be famous

I went and found the figurine, for the viewing pleasure of anyone who might care, currently sold for 1899, so, not far from the price I stated:

3. GERALT. CAN. JUMP. AT LAST. That's such a wonderful feeling, it still fills me with joy. After Geralt couldn't jump in the first game and could only jump at specific spots in the second game, the future is finally here and GERALT CAN JUMP!!!!! It seriously makes me so happy.

4. I did the training, and alas, it seems that my utilized tactic from the first two games "click at it and occasionally throw a sign until it dies" isn't going to be applicable here:-( I'm really not good at fighting portions of games. If a game has four or less difficulty levels, I play on the lowest one. I'm here for the stories. But hey, I got through Mafia 1, where I had to replay each level at least like 10 times, usually more (Creme de la Creme is an exception, somehow did that one first try I think) it can't be worse than that!

5. I finally know (the basics of) how to play Gwent! Yippee! The game fandom mentions Gwent often, and I finally know the gist of it. On a related note, best boy made his only Witcher 3 appearance right in my first game:-D

Hm, I heard something about him being able to "purify all units", whatever that means, I guess that's the seperate Gwent game thing, since he has no special skills here?

I'll be off to play on, I'm having fun so far, I like the fact that we have a horse now, that's really cool, I'm looking forward to properly meeting Yen and Ciri, and also playing more Gwent, even if I'll miss dice poker, which isn't in the game, as far as I know?

[videogametako]

steam next fest feb 2024: plushie from the sky

anime girl souls-like, cute. link here

https://store.steampowered.com/app/1679510/Plushie_from_the_Sky/

we're in tutorial land, a land of joy and whimsy

lowered graphics twice to reduce lag (laptop could not handle)

overview

so uh as the name implies we kinda just fall out of the sky and we go through the tutorial (see above screenshots)

when we're done with that we once again fall from the sky into

yeah, with how slow this loaded on my computer i died a few times immediately lol, it asks you to immediately learn to fly without pausing time (which i think devs should consider doing)

an enemy spawns right beside your save point too uh i'm not agreeing with some of the design decisions here ngl

the enemy isn't that hard though. i kinda like the weird enemy designs contrasted with the player character's whimsical joyous kid stuff. it's certainly quirky (as the devs put it) and having an anime girl fight a cactus monster with a monkey plush first thing is a neat way to set the game's atmosphere

mechanics

the controls feel like a bit of a mess, but maybe it's just because i'm not used to souls-likes? regardless, judge for yourself

dashing barely depletes stamina so all you basically have to manage is melee attacking and rolling. ideally. i say ideally because stamina never really felt like a problem. also you can kinda just blitz past enemies, though i wanted to feel how combat is and it's how i expected it. ranged attacks need ammo but cost no stamina and you engage from a distance, and melee attacks are pretty strong bc they seem to always stagger enemies? upon further inspection it's more like, as long as they aren't already attacking which makes more sense

chests and critters to collect, pretty standard

recovery mechanic, you get a cute bed like when you save. it charges when you melee combat, fair enough. though i didn't expect meeting a boss so soon after this, i was engaging a mob then suddenly the big cactus thing just rolls up in the background and there we are

weak point. i was mainly just jumping around and switching between melee and range attacks and it died. yippee

anyway right after i discovered that rolls have no cooldown between them, it's pretty fun to do and when you get the rabbit plush you move pretty fast. you can even practically fly with it. i tried getting screenshots but ended up turning on high contrast mode so i decided to get my thoughts of the game so far down first. so, uh, lemme try again

i think that's good enough. decided to map dodge to F so i could do this easier

oh yeah those collectible critters are apparently ammunition! you can do a charged shot in this game

i ended up lagging too much at a certain point (you'll see why) so it's time to conclude this post after this uh, anecdotal section

that one enemy

i ended up stopping early because one of the enemies (pictured) makes this really really annoying ringing sound and uh, it uh, summons other enemies.

a lot of enemies.

a LOT of enemies

i upped my stamina regen so i could basically infinitely roll + jump (not that hard) in the air but they chase you so like. i could not play. at all. my frames were probs below 10 throughout this entire ordeal and uh, honestly in it's own way it was kind of fun

closing thoughts

plushie from the sky felt like a casual soulslike experience (from someone who doesn't play so many soulslikes) and i thought it was interesting enough! there is a lot of polishing that needs to be done here. or maybe my device just couldn't handle it.

i can sorta see the vision the devs have for this game i think, and i respect that. it's definitely not my thing (at least not until i can run it properly). i'd also rather reserve judgement for a (1) demo that (2) i cannot run properly in (3) a genre i don't have much experience in (i just tried it out bc it looked cute). the later levels shown on the steam page look kinda cool and fun too

overall, i'm keeping my mind open to this game, will probs try it again when it releases and i hopefully have a better computer. wishlist it if it sounds like something you'd like, it helps the devs

[doctorleta]

For those not on my email list, here is a preview of the email I sent out for my birthday: Today, June 8th, I have lived 51 years. Last year I ventured to Croatia to teach some Qi Gong at a private week-long entrepreneurial event where I had the opportunity to meet extremely successful and passionate folks from all over the world. 50 seemed like a big one, and it was, but I'll be honest -- I feel intensely that this one and perhaps all of the ones to follow -- are big ones too. As cheesy as it is, each day is a gift. There are millions of things that can go right in a day and equally as wrong. And most of all, we are in this together. It truly baffles me that each of us affects everyone else, directly or indirectly, and the fact that I have lived so fully and have gotten by with just a few scrapes, seems like a miracle. This picture was taken at my friend Andrea's 50th birthday party up at the Strauss Creamery's Farm. I am sharing it with you because this represents my jump for joy for myself this week. It symbolizes that another layer has been shed and I feel lighter and more in love with myself! If you are reading this, I want to say thank YOU. Thank you to those who engage with me, who I've learned from, who are patients, clients, and students, who are my mentors, my friends, my family, my community, and the ones I have not met YET. I am grateful to be ALIVE and excited for this new chapter! Yippee! — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/I8tR52w

[moonrisecalamityretreat]

Matthew 10:16

As soon as the gas had come out, that angelic hissing that was music to the ears of the Lambs. The sound of knowing they have once again cornered them into the final show of the new Scion of Despair. He had known right at that moment that it truly was the beginning of the end for himself.

As soon as he woke, the steps towards being the pariah as predicted got closer and closer. The mask will be torn, his facade shredded. He asked them to solve it and this would more than suffice.

He was the first to accuse Reimi, he was the one who pushed so hard to not let any other theories be given breath before he shoved them under the water to drown in his insistence. It was the way that things had to be.

As Maxime said, he was a creature of lies. Not even what can be considered a human anymore. He was nothing but a cheap imitation.

He looks out towards them all, every bit of hesitance draining from him yet again. What shown on his face was a void. No joy, no sadness. He stared holes into them all before…

His mouth twisted into a shaky yet twisted smile…

“That’s enough…Yes…you are all right. I met with Hisakawa-san. He was none the wiser to my true intentions when I sat down with him to talk. We chatted and he happily drank what I prepared for him.”

He doesn’t make eye contact with anyone…he is looking at them all though, waiting to see their faces twist into disgust and wrath.

“That poison acted very quick. I was able to escape through the kitchen where I had came and come out in the library as you all guessed.”

His voice is calm…his voice is cutting.

“I’m Subject 3, and I killed Hisakawa-san.”

[♫♫♫]

He confirms their suspicions and moves quick to break free from Hanji’s grasp around him. He doesn’t run though, he calmly walks around the outside of their circle of podiums. Every step takes him closer and closer to the stage where they sat.

“Diabelle, it’s time. To me.”

He holds his arms out for the bunny with an expression comparable to a dead fish. The little bunny hops with a smile painted on her face.

“Yay, yippee!!! Uppies!! I want a snack!!”

She runs at him, jumps up, and he catches her in his arms with the smallest and softest smile he can manage. He cradles the small bunny in front of them all. He turns on his heels to face them, now placed near the stage belonging to the hosts.

“In due time, Diabelle. Mr. Archambeault just gave you one.”

He gives her a little scritch on the top of her head.

“Will you clean me out too like you always do!?”

He doesn’t speak but he does give her a small nod. This was enough of the playing. He lifts his head to once again meet the gaze of his fellow captives.

(ART BY RUNE)

He stares for a moment, as if trying to find the right things to say at the moment. Where does he even start here?

“The rest of your theories however…are a little silly don’t you think? A little mixed up in my opinion. I’m not related to a staff member of Happy Smiles, nor is there something as simple as some kind of twin switcheroo.”

He gives both Maxime and Yuriko small glances as he gives them both a look of acknowledgement.

“The truth might be…well you know what they say. Truth is often stranger fiction. Stranger than whatever fictitious theories you manage to bubble up in your creative minds.”

He looks off to the side, letting his head dangle to one side. The bunny ears of his hat swaying with his head as he gives another small scratch to the underside of Diabelle’s chin.

“Jinpachi Otsuka…what a poor child that one was. He indeed was with you all back at Happy Smiles. But now…Jinpachi Otsuka doesn’t exist anymore. The Shepherd and I killed him when Happy Smiles was raided at the beginning of all of this, and I stole his face for my own.”

His head lifts to gauge their reactions. There is a sigh from him as he slowly blinks his eyes and turns his eyes down to the one in his arms. She was so needy for attention even at this big moment.

“They thought that it’d be best for me to take the identity of a prominent figure for the sake of people around the world watching him suffer. If you would all remember, Jinpachi Otsuka was an only child. Everything else…”

That wicked smile comes back to his face.

“Let’s all be honest, Otsuka-san was a vapid and boring person at his core. Being him got repetitive very quickly so…I made him my own. It was like constructing an original character only…I was acting him out the whole time…”

This person…this person who merely played the role called Jinpachi Otsuka finally gives a bow to them.

“It is a pleasure to finally meet you all. I am The Exalted. My name, as you can guess is Miyazaki. You could call me something of a Super High School Level Imposter I suppose…”

And with that, he quiets himself…he stares out…with that same dead expression.

THE EXALTED, MIYAZAKI HAS UNVEILED HIS FACADE

THE TIME HAS COME TO QUESTION A FOUNDER OF THE LOST LAMBS

[therevengeoffrankenstein]

can’t look at hairless/short-hair cats without thinking of him.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

You're Still Beautiful to Me (Sarah Sanderson x reader)

Description: you had prepared for Sarah to be upset when you told her you were a guy, but her reaction ends up being the complete opposite to what you'd thought it'd be

A/n: I know a lot of the queer girlies have been writing some wlw fics with Sarah, and while I love those I've been feeling kind of dysphoric lately so I've decided to write one where the reader is a trans guy coming out to her instead. Enjoy 😌✌

Warnings: modern au where the sisters were brought back but didn't die (also they don't eat the souls of children anymore btw if you liked them better when they did then I'm sorry), transmasc reader, coming out insecurities, Sarah is pretty heavily implied to be on the bisexual spectrum (and she might also be slightly out of character since I've never written for her before)

Today was the day. You were finally going to do it. You were going to tell your girlfriend you were trans.

Of course, since she was from another century, you'd most likely have to word it more in a way she'd understand, but that was besides the point.

When you arrived at the small cottage she live in with her sisters, you found that she was outside, frolicking in the grass.

"Amok, amok, amok, amok, amok," she said to herself over and over again, dancing about as she did so.

"Hey, Sarah," you called out, greeting her.

Her face immediately lit up the moment she heard your voice, and she traipsed over to where you were, wearing the biggest grin while she did so.

"Hi, sweetie!" Sarah waved at you, giving you a hug before she began happily bouncing around the yard.

You watched her with a smile, having to mentally remind yourself why you were there in the first place.

"Sarah, I have something important I need to tell you."

"What is it?" She only paused her excited jumping momentarily, letting you know you had caught her attention before she started bouncing around again. "What is it?" She repeated. "Tell me, tell me, pleaseee."

You let out a somewhat nervous laugh at her silly shenanigans before continuing. "It's about... it's about me, and who I am."

"Oh?" She looked at you quizzically while tilting her head.

"I, um, I don't think I'm a girl anymore, actually. I think I'm a guy. I hope you're okay with that." You closed your eyes tightly, bracing yourself for her reaction. It was quiet for a second, before you heard her give out a very loud exclamation of joy.

"Yippee!"

You opened your eyes to see Sarah doing cartwheels all around you.

"Wait, you're- you're okay with it?"

"Of course I'm okay with it, silly!" She insisted, stopping in front of you. "This just means that now instead of having a super awesome girlfriend, I have a super awesome boyfriend!" She giggled. "Either way, you're still beautiful to me."

You gave her a heartfelt smile. "Aw, thanks, hun."

She squealed again before wrapping you in the biggest bear hug ever. "I love the twenty first century! We never got the chance to change our genders back in the olden times!"

Laughing, you hugged her back. "I'm just glad you accept me for who I am, unlike some people."

She let go of you, looking at you with a somewhat serious expression on her face, which was incredibly rare for her. "What people? What kind of people don't accept you? Just tell me who they are, and then I can go get Winnie and Mary to help me deal with them for you."

"Sarah, no. We've talked about this, you can't just use your magic on every single person who upsets you," you gently scolded her.

"Sarah, yes," she grinned, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

"Sarah, no."

"Aw, but- it's fun," she pouted at you in an attempt to get you to change your mind.

You simply shook your head at her in disbelief. "What are earth am I going to do with you?" You playfully asked.

"Love me to bits," she responded before giving you a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

And indeed, you did.

~

{Divider by @silkholland}

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[hellonoblesky]

hi. kaeya a nd diluc lore please

YIPPEE Under the cut. Because I am insane and ramble sooo much

Kaeya:

Kaeya's birth family, the Alberich Clan, rose to a place of prominence after the Cataclysm, because the ruling family of Khaenri'ah, the Eclipse Dynasty, had fallen, and the Alberich Clan took the initiative to gather survivors and protect them.

This is important because, due to the Alberich Clan's importance and prominence, Kaeya ends up being sent away as a spy.

(And I say spy very lightly, because I think it's more likely that he was sent to Mondstadt because 1) Mondstadt has a safer environment to grow up in than Khaenri'ah probably does, 2) If there's someone from Mondstadt, who Mondstadtian people Like and or look up too, who also understands Khaenri'ahn struggles and their way of life, it can make coming to peacefully agreements between the two a LOT easier, 3) if the worst case scenario does happen and Mondstadt and Khaenri'ah go to war against each other... Kaeya's knowledge of both nations will make him a very important asset)

So, at an undefined age (Personally I assumed it was 7-10 ish, because all we know is that it was a YOUNG age), Kaeya is left alone, in a rainstorm, outside of famed Mondstadt winery, home to the Ragnvinder Clan, the Dawn Winery, his father's last words to him being "This is your chance. You are our last hope. Forgive me, Kaeya," before Kaeya, as a young boy, was left to navigate an Archon's nation alone.

Kaeya, of course, ended up adopted by the Ragnvinders, Crepus Ragnvinder (Diluc's father) finding him on the road and hurrying him inside before the rains got harsher, deciding to have the boy stay as he got along with Diluc, and his father showed no signs of coming home.

So there Kaeya stayed.

Kaeya Alberich, one half of a pair, the left to Diluc's right, the gentle chill to Diluc's burning glory. They were a pair, Diluc, the Knight's youngest Cavalry Captain, and Kaeya, his right hand. Both of them battling as brothers through and through, enjoying life as siblings, in joy and care.

Until Diluc's 18th birthday.

Because on Diluc's 18th birthday, a dragon, known as Ursa the Drake (despite not being a Drake at all, Ursa was fr just a normal dragon, I have like a whole different post of thoughts abt him tbh), swept down and attacked the cart that Diluc and his father were traveling home in.

Crepus died jumping to Diluc's defense that night.

To Diluc, this was a massive blow, him and his father had been so close for as long as he'd lived, he didn't know how to handle the death, how to handle someone so important to him being DEAD. He is distraught, wrapped up in a anxious frantic worried thoughts.

But at least he had Kaeya, right?

Right?

Well, Kaeya, having lost his second father figure, was also severely rattled by it. Of course he was, Crepus was important to him, he was family!

But some part of him, the part that held it's loyalty to his original mission, to the people of Kahenri'ah, was almost relieved. Because with Crepus gone he didn't have as much to worry about when it came to being found out, or to complications in when he had to chose a side (and he WOULD likely have to choose a side).

But Kaeya still loved him as a father, and was wreaked with guilt over feeling that way.

So, Kaeya decided he didn't want to hide his past anymore.

And came clean to Diluc.

About everything.

Or at least, enough of everything.

He told him he was a Spy, he told him he was an Agent of Khaenri'ah, that he was of a nation wreaked in Abyss and hidden from the stars.

Diluc didn't take it well.

So he drew his blade, and the brothers battled almost to the death on the steps of the Dawn Winery.

That was how Kaeya got his Vision. In a battle of rain and fire and betrayal and grief and AGONY, he, who held no reverence to the gods, not really, was granted Celestial might, given a cold gem of ice.

And so the brothers parted ways.

And now Kaeya sees his Vision as a stern reminder that he must ALWAYS live his life bathed in lies. He must keep the shroud drawn over his true self at all times. He cannot afford to mess up or he will die or be hated, or be run out of the city, any number of horrid things that he can't afford.

(THAT'S ALSO WHY HSI VISION ONLY HAS TWO WINGS ON IT INSTEAD OF THE STANDARD MONDTSADT THREE!! ITS BECAUSE OF HIS CONFLICTED LOYALTY!!!!!)

So he took up the position Diluc left open in the Knights, and became the new Cavalry Captain, all silver-tongued and gently woven of spiderwebs.

Diluc:

Diluc got his Vision when he was 10, a symbol of burning resolve when he decided to become a Knight.

The Knights, of course, welcomed such a burning young prodigy into their ranks! Especially the son of the esteemed and loved Ragnvinder Clan!!!

And so Diluc, with his dear adoptive brother, strove to be the best the Knights had ever seen. And for a while, he was!! He really was!!

But then of course, his 18th birthday happened, and everything came apart.

You see, aside from the stuff with Kaeya, Diluc also had to confront a hidden past of his father's. Because Crepus had been dealing with the Fatui. Ursa the Drake's attack was orchestrated BY the Fatui (I assume it's because Crepus wanted to stop dealing with them and was cutting their business to an end and he didn't want that, but that's not rlly made clear), forcing Crepus to use the Delusion they'd given him to defend Diluc, the usage of which killed him.

And yet that wasn't all.

Because the Knights refused to acknowledge Crepus's sacrifice, instead intending to frame the incident as a tragedy that DILUC prevented from being of greater harm, despite Diluc's protest and clear discomfort with it.

So Diluc left.

He threw his Vision to the floor of the Knight's Headquarters along with his jacket and left, picking up the Delusion that had once been his father's and setting off to find his own answers in the world.

And for four years he made the lives of the Fatui HELL. He tore their strongholds apart in his search for answers, killed and maimed and became such an efficient destructive force that the HARBINGERS THEMSELVES took to hunting him down until he escaped their grasps by joining an intelligence network and returning home to Mondstadt.

He didn't pick his Vision back up until he broke his Delusion breaking out of Fatui custody after taking the fall for an escaped Fatui prisoner (Collei <3), and Kaeya gifted it back to him in a vase (that you can actually interact with in the Dawn Winery !!)

So now he dedicates his time to defending his home. He'll fight for Mondstadt until he dies. And maybe that doesn't bode well for the future, but it's what he's always done, and having been a Knight since childhood? It's really all he knows how to do in order to feel "Normal".

[jaskierswolf]

The Howling of Wolves pt. 3/3

TW for the whole story: Angst with happy ending, kidnapping, mentioned previous child abuse, mentioned torture (but off page), Major character injury and recovery, canon typical violence

Previous

They were riding towards Lettenhove Castle as fast as they could. Word had obviously gotten out about the pack of witchers charging across the Continent. At every village and town they passed through there was a gathering of people waiting to watch them gallop through, kicking up a cloud of dirt behind them. It was a peculiar sight to see five burly witcher men, each with two swords strapped to their backs, with the exception of Aiden whose weapons were concealed, Melitele knows where.

Aiden had been a surprise blessing. The witchers of Stygga Citadel were renowned  for their involvement in human politics. They were not only monster slayers but also hired assassins, gaining a vicious reputation along the way. Aiden’s knowledge of the human’s nobility had proven invaluable. Apparently about three years ago the heir to the Lettenhove Estate, who went by the name of Julian Pankratz, had gone missing and his parents were very keen to find him again. There had been rumours about the boy’s parentage that made the Viscount fly into a rage, and even more strange had been the never ending stream of mages and sorcerers that were seen to enter the Castle.

Geralt  had to dismount when he’d heard about that, paired with the snippets that Jaskier had told him about his past and the way he’d reacted to anyone studying his abilities too hard, Geralt suddenly had a grave realisation about all that Jaskier had been through before they’d met.

He pulled Lambert from his horse and they wrestled on the ground until they were both sweaty and covered in dirt. Geralt only stopped when he had Lambert pinned underneath him, which hadn’t been easy. He was distracted and kept making mistakes. Lambert almost caught him more than once but Geralt was also angry and his rage had prevented him from allowing himself to be caught in Lambert’s grip.

Lambert eventually tapped out whilst Aiden cackled at the whole thing as Geralt stood up and stalked away. The rage was still there but he felt better for the roughhousing.

“So when do we get to wrestle?” Aiden was lying on his stomach with his chin propped up on his arms. He tilted his head and winked at Lambert who was still lying on his back and panting heavily.

“What?” Lambert gaped at the cat witcher and Geralt rolled his eyes. He gave it less than a week before the pair were fucking like rabbits.

Aiden reached out and brush Lambert’s curls away from his eyes. “You look good on your back, wolf.”

Lambert flushed darker.

“Get a room.” Eskel muttered. “Preferably far away. We don’t need a repeat of Geralt and Jaskier.”

“Oi!” Lambert growled.

Aiden grinned. “Awww, darling. They gave us their blessing.” He cooed and promptly kissed Lambert’s forehead and then jumped to his feet.

Lambert was left flailing on the floor as the rest of them moved to get back on their horses.

Geralt just shrugged and let out a long sigh. “Can it wait til we’ve found Jaskier?” He grunted.

Aiden smirked. “Of course, but I want a summer wedding.”

“WHAT?!” Lambert spluttered.

“Lambert get on your horse. We’re wasting time.” Geralt grumbled.

“We’re wasting time.” Lambert snarked. “As if you didn’t start all of this.”

“I’m finishing it!” Vesemir called over their bickering. “Let’s ride, wolves.”

Aiden scoffed. “It’s like I don’t even exist.” He sighed dramatically and Geralt’s heart clenched.

He was so like Jaskier in so many ways. Many years ago there had been a mistake in the mutagens that the Cat School used, meaning that instead of dulled emotions, like other witcher schools, they had heightened emotions. As a result Aiden shared many similarities with the flamboyant bard that Geralt adored, unfortunately with Jaskier missing, those similarities were like salt in a wound.

“You’re an honorary wolf.” Eskel laughed. “Welcome to the pack.”

Aiden blushed but hid his joy behind a smirk. “Oh yippee.” He drawled sarcastically.

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It was the noise that woke Jaskier up from his restless sleep. He groaned as he tried to open his eyes but even that was a chore now. His clothes were drenched in sweat and his hair was sticking to his forehead. His lips were chapped and bleeding. The daily allowance of one cup of water was no longer enough, not when he was losing so much moisture through his skin and the constant sweating wasn’t enough to keep him cool.

He was burning up. He was now certain that he would die here. Unless he could find a way to get out of the handcuffs and away from his room then he was going to die. He’d managed it before three years ago but back then he’d had Lila’s help.

Lila wasn’t here this time.

And neither was Geralt.

He was fucked.

“Jaskier!!”

Geralt?

“Jaskier, where are you?” Geralt, definitely Geralt shouted again.

Jaskier struggled to lift his head from the floor. He winced as the room began to spin.

Fucking cock bollocks! He needed to say something. He opened his mouth but no sound came out.

Geralt…. He mouthed the word but it was no good.

“Geralt! Over here! I think I can smell him!” Eskel was here too.

Oh gods, he was saved.

He sobbed without tears as he curled up on the floor. They were here. He was going to be ok.

“Oh gods, it stinks.” Eskel grumbled as Jaskier’s bedroom door was flung open. “Shit!”

Jaskier looked up at the blond witcher and he swore that Eskel had never looked so beautiful as he did in that moment. His amber eyes were like fire and his sword clattered to the ground. Eskel had blood smeared across his cheek but it didn’t look like it was coming from the witcher.

That was the noise Jaskier had heard. The sword of wolves tearing through the castle.

“Geralt! I found him!” Eskel shouted again. “Fucking hell, bard. Look at you.”

Jaskier laughed silently and then coughed.

“Can you talk?” Eskel asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jaskier opened his mouth but no sound came out so he gave a small shake of his head, wincing at the pain in his temples.

“Jaskier!” Geralt’s voice.

And Geralt’s arms around him. “Fuck! What’s wrong with him?”

“I don’t know. He can’t talk and he stinks.”

Jaskier grimaced and tried to open his eyes again, when had they shut… he wasn’t sure.

“Jask?” Geralt’s fingers were on his cheek.

“Oh shit! I’m gonna fucking kill them, I don’t care what Vesemir says.”

“Darling, you just did.”

“Well we can get a mage to bring them back and I can kill them again.”

“Shut up!” Geralt growled. “Jaskier, look at me?”

Jaskier tried. He really did.

“Eskel what’s wrong with him?” Geralt’s voice sounded panicked as it floated through the air.

The cuffs.

They had to get the cuffs off.

It was his only hope right now. He took a long shaky breath and forced his eyes open.

Geralt was there, holding him tightly. Jaskier focussed on his lover’s embrace and used it to ground himself. He lifted his bound hands.

“Off.” He gasped, barely audible even to a witcher’s ears.

And then he passed out.

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It took two witchers on his hand to break the handcuffs open. Aiden had tried to pick the lock but Geralt was impatient and all but shoved the cat witcher to the floor, earning himself a snarl from Lambert.

“Concussion.” He muttered as he strained against the metal.

Soon enough the others joined his efforts and the cuffs clattered to the ground.

“Move, Geralt.” Vesemir spoke calmly and brushed Geralt aside.

Vesemir had been in charge of their stack of non-witcher healing potions. He was least likely to tumble around whilst fighting and break the bottles. Geralt had a habit of rolling out of the way of attacks, as did Eskel. Lambert practically threw himself at his opponents, much to Vesemir’s dismay and Aiden… well none of them knew him well enough yet to judge. So Vesemir had pocketed the supplies as they jumped from their horses to launch their attack on Lettenhove Castle. Not everyone had died. The witchers only attacked those who sought to harm them, they left most of the servants in peace as they cowered under tables and in the wardrobes.

Vesemir unplugged a bottle and poured the liquid into Jaskier’s mouth. The bard choked on the potion but managed to swallow most of it. He looked terrible, gods Geralt wasn’t sure Jaskier was going to survive this. They should have contacted a mage. Potions weren’t going to be enough.

“He needs water.” Vesemir grumbled. “Lambert, fetch me some.”

“Why…” His question was cut off by a steely glare from the oldest witcher.

“Now, wolf!”

“Right.” Lambert and Aiden both went in search of water.

Geralt hugged Jaskier tighter to his chest. “Come, Jask. You can’t die. I won’t let that happen.”

“Geralt…” The word was slurred but definitely there.

“I’m here.” He brushed the sweaty strands of brunet hair away from Jaskier’s eyes.

“Love you.” Jaskier sighed wearily.

“I love you too, now come on, Jask.” Geralt all but growled. “You have to stay alive.”

“I have to shift.” Jaskier mumbled.

“Then shift.” Geralt said softly. “I’ve got you.”

“Can’t.” Jaskier mumbled. The potion was helping. His lips were already less chapped but he was still weak and Melitele knows what damage there was that Geralt couldn’t see. “This room. Dimeritium, in the walls.”

Geralt frowned and gathered Jaskier into his arms before running from the room and from the house. He didn’t stop running until they were outside where the horses were waiting patiently.

He heard the sound of the others following him but didn’t pay them any attention as he lowered Jaskier back to the floor so he could shift without worrying about the drop.

Jaskier groaned weakly and Geralt’s medallion hummed. Jaskier disappeared into his clothes.

Geralt helped to push aside the excess fabric and let out a relieved laugh when he found the bundle of fur. Jaskier wasn’t quite as energetic as he usually was but already he was away from death’s door. His coppery fur was matted and he looked like he’d been dragged behind Roach for a few miles but far less feeble than the human that had been lying in Geralt’s arms.

Jaskier scrambled up Geralt’s arm to sit on his shoulder and Geralt reached up to scratch him between the ears as the shifter nuzzled against his cheek. “You almost died Jask,” He sighed in exasperation “and you still have to be dramatic.”

The coppery ferret on his shoulder dooked and pawed at Geralt’s face.

He rolled his eyes. “It looked exactly like you and you know it.” Geralt grumbled and pulled Jaskier off his shoulder.

The fur rippled under his fingers and Geralt was pushed to the floor under the weight of the wolf that was suddenly in his arms.

“Jaskier.” He grumbled but buried his face in the shifter’s fur. “I’m glad you’re alright.”

Eskel soon joined him and curled up against Jaskier’s fur. Even Vesemir stood near enough to stroke Jaskier’s head. Jaskier howled and wagged his tail. His russet fur was still matted and a mess but shifting twice already had done him a world of good. There was light back in his eyes.

“I have water!!” Lambert yelled and he ran through the front door of the castle with Aiden tailing him. “Jaskier! Fuck he’s alright!” Lambert dropped the jug he was carrying but Aiden caught it with a roll of his eyes.

Jaskier shook off Geralt and Eskel, and limped over the Lambert. Lambert wrapped his arms around Jaskier neck.

“You fucking bastard. Don’t do that again.” He grumbled and Geralt chuckled under his breath.

Jaskier licked Lambert’s face then looked up at Aiden. He growled quietly and then looked to Geralt.

“It’s ok. He’s a friend.” Geralt reassured his partner. “He has water. You need to drink.”

Jaskier nodded and padded up to the new witcher. Aiden peered at the wolf cautiously but let Jaskier nuzzle against his hand, then he helped Jaskier to drink from the jug.

“Even your boyfriend is a wolf?” Aiden laughed. “How poetic.”

Jaskier barked and tilted his head at Aiden.

“I’m a cat witcher. The superior kind, of course.” Aiden tentatively petted Jaskier’s head.

Jaskier howled and then his fur rippled once more until a cheetah stood where the wolf had once been.

Aiden’s eyes went wide and he flung his arms around Jaskier’s neck just like Lambert had done moments before. Jaskier’s tail flicked and he nuzzled against Aiden’s cheek, letting out a low rumble of a purr.

“Oh hang on!” Lambert whined. “That’s not fair. Geralt!”

Geralt rolled his eyes and pulled Lambert into a side hug, ruffling his hair. “You wanted to introduce Aiden to the pack. This is all on you.” He smirked as Lambert groaned.

“This is not what I fucking meant and you know it. Jaskier! Leave him alone, Geralt!  Control your boyfriend.” Lambert dove in between the two cats and Geralt laughed before joining them.

Soon enough all five witchers and one shifter were bundled in a pile in front of Lettenhove Castle. Vesemir sat on the floor with the spotted cat’s head in his lap and the rest of them were curled around Jaskier. It was a rare sight outside of Kaer Morhen but none of the survivors of Lettenhove dared to disturb them.

They’d learnt the hard way what it meant to mess with the wolves of Kaer Morhen. Not one of them would make that mistake again.

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