Netflix Regis fucking took Geralts bloody rag and sniffed it like a fucking jock.
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Netflix Regis fucking took Geralts bloody rag and sniffed it like a fucking jock.
Hahahhhhahahah ahahhhaahhaga AHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA *Breathes* AHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHHAHAH
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Geralt makes a plan to face off against the Cult of Caram Argh Tara.
“I have one thing to say.” Geralt growled and he met the eyes of Roche, Frank, Zella, and Donovan, along with the others in the room. “We have no time.”
The others stayed wisely silent as he stalked into the room with the newspaper and opened it to the page announcing the church which had moved its service to Wednesday.
“Whatever debrief the emperor is wanting will have to wait, because we have to move extremely quickly to prevent another large set of deaths which will play right into Idarran’s hands.” Geralt said. “I am sure in the past, several hours all you guys have done was talk about the Mayor and Yennefer. I will simply acknowledge that both are traitors, and there were many witnesses to that. Yennefer and he Killed Istredd, nearly killed me, and they have joined forces, willingly or unwillingly. We do not know where they are, that bomb had dimeritium in it, and there is nothing left to track. We table that here and now, and we focus on the immediate threat.”
Everyone again remained silent, looking to Geralt with pale sweat filled faces. Zella and Frank especially, who were looking at him like he was a ghost.
Next chapter of Witcher: Sin Eater... one of my epics... is up!!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/54481714/chapters/182081151
The time comes for Regis to go back to work, and it comes on the heals of Geralt finally learning who the Murderer finally is.
“I don’t want to go back.” Regis breathed. “I can’t go back. To hell with them all. I have worked so hard… Geralt. So…”
His voice broke, and Geralt’s heart broke with it.
“It isn’t fair.” Regis whispered. “Our lives are linked. If something happens to you? I won’t be able to hold myself back. And if you die? All of this, is for nothing, because I will die too.”
“We need to end this.” Geralt said realizing the world was moving around them, people were going about their lives, and not a single person was stopping or listening to them at all. “And you don’t want to throw everything away. I don’t want you to. I won't allow you to. Helping people is what you are made to do, Regis.”
Hey 😊, I really enjoy your Sin Eater fic and wanted to send you some appreciation. I need to catch up with the chapters, I qm some what behind.
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I love any interaction!!!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/54481714/chapters/169935775 next chapter is up!
Geralt and Regis begin to see the hands of fate wrapping around them as they try hopelessly to get to the bottom of the murders.
“The dragon said that he was there to protect the mage.” Geralt said. “But the way things were set up, it was to create an inescapable wall of fire, which the dragon was immune to. They were using the mage as bait. Unfortunately, the mage is spelled to have a common face, and the monster has been attacking just average looking men. The dragon had a choice that night, for he was pursuing the monster. One of the only ways to negate the monsters' healing abilities, simply put, is ingesting. The dragon was tasked to hunt and eat the monster.”
“Because the monster was a botched experiment.” Natalis shook his head.
“Further still, we found out that the dragon is a uniquity unto himself.” Geralt said. “And it ties into everything. The Dragon is an Acolyte, and voice for Cram Agh Tera.”
“What?” Natalis’ composure broke, and he dropped the pen, which sent it rolling onto the floor. He didn’t move to pick it up.
Chapter 15 of witcher sin eater is up!
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/54481714/chapters/138022753 Latest chapter of Witcher: Sin eater! Chapter 14: Back to the beggining for those of you keeping up with my fanfic BS
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PSA: if you describe your sexy demons as "smelling sulphurous/like brimstone," that's not just vague mystical words.
Those are real smells.
They smell like farts.
Please know this. I'm begging you.
Some alternatives that both smell dangerous and interesting but not necessarily bad:
* wood smoke
* ozone (sparingly -- this can be nasty. It's the smell electronics make when they break and emit blue smoke)
* salt
* metal
* salty + metallic = blood btw
* roasting meat / burning fat (think: cooking bacon)
DON'T YOU DARE TAKE MY STINKY SMELLY HELL BOYS AWAY. JUST CAUSE THEY SMELL LIKE THE INSIDE OF AN ASSHOLE DOESN'T MEAN THEY DON'T DESERVE LOVE TOO!.
Warmup with my favourite vampire🖤
My heart *weeps*
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Next chapter of sin eater is up!!
Geralt and Regis solve a mystery and see proof of how quickly humanity is changing.
“I am Jamison Dawley, though my friends call me Jay.” He said. “And this is Clair, the female lead in the film. Beside her is Ethel Green, the caretaker and wife of our missing actor Charles. The rest are Bryson Briggs, Christopher Murry, Kellegh de Tansville, and Octavius var Littleton. Come, let us go to the scene of one crime, and we will give you everything that we can.”
Geralt nodded, and noted that Ethel, of all of them, was dressed the simplest and looked far more afraid of Geralt than any of the others. They were led into a room that had a huge vault which had obviously been the place where the reel was. Geralt took one look at it and frowned.
“It’s not been broken into.” He said, pushing past the others and looking at the vault, which had several other films in it still, and nothing else seemed to be messed up or out of place.
Vernon Roche: a skinny little rat with ass for days.
Awesome tattoo I finished today... a narcacuga from Monster hunter!!!
Ok folks... buckle in cause have attempted some math.
Fair warning, I rounded a lot so this isn't exact to the decimal but hey!
1 pound poop per day average human poop
8 billion people
8 billion pounds of poop
2000 pounds to a ton
8 billion ÷ 2000 = 4 million tons
Density of poop = 1.06 g/mL
Density of granite = 2.65 g/mL
Pryrimid of Giza: 6 million tons at 2.65 g/mL stands 455 feet in height
1.06 ÷ 2.65 = .40 (40%)
40 % less volume poop vs granite
So 455 height ÷ .40 (40%) = 1,137 feet in height
Great pyrimid of giza 1 side = 756 feet
756 x 756 = 571,536 square feet of space
455 (height) ÷ 756 (length of side) = .60 (60% height difference)
So height of poop pile 1,137 ÷ .60 (60%) = 1,895 (side length of Pryrimid shaped poop pile)
1,895 x 1895 = 3,591,025 square feet
Simplified:
Giza:
Density: 2.65 g/mL
Height: 455 feet
Side length: 756 feet
Base: 571,536 square feet
Poop pile
Density: 1.06 g/mL
Height: 1,137 feet
Side length : 1,895 feet
Base: 3,591,025 square feet
1,137 ÷ 455 = 2.5
pile of poop is twice and a half as tall as the Great pyrimid of Giza
1,895 ÷ 756 = 2.5
Pile of poop is twice and a half the length of one of the Great pyrimid of Giza's sides.
3,591,025 square feet ÷ 571,536 square feet = 6.28
Pile of poop is just over 6.25 larger in terms of square feet.!!!
Conclusion: if we gathered all the excrement from every person in the world for a single day the pile would be twice and a half as tall as the pryimids of giza, twice and a half as wide as the pyrimid of giza, and over six and a quarter more square feet at the base then the pyrimid of giza...
Summery:
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Gearlt and Regis make a break in the case, at Geralts expense, and Regis' secret life comes to the fore.
The vampire stole through the streets swiftly, avoiding patrols, and clutching the package in his arms tightly. The red-light district, at least the one he wished to abscond to, was not close. It lay near the pier district, for obvious reasons. His swift steps and sudden stops were punctuated by unsettling thoughts, ones which he had been ignoring, but in the silence had come forth.
He had been betrayed.
His life here, over the past decade, had been a trial in every way it could have possibly been. The city was corrupt to its core, a rotten apple with mold festering upon its skin and liquid shit at its center. The place was huge, not as big as some of the other larger cities, and by and large it was newer in comparison. It had cropped up shortly after the vampire wars and the witch burnings as a place where pirates could rest. It had become legitimate, after the pirates saw little profit and absconded into the west, where a new world lay ripe for plunder and slaving. But it was a city built on criminality, and that foundation had never quite left it.
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Geralt faces a piece of himself he thought long burried.
My Biggest and Most Annoying Fictional Horse Pet Peeve
Big Horses are a Very New Thing and they Likely Didn’t Exist in your Historical and/or Fantasy Settings.
You’ve all seen it in every historical piece of media ever produced. Contrary to popular belief, a big black horse with long legs and long flowing mane is not a widespread or even a particularly old type of horse.
THIS IS NOT A MEDIEVAL THING. THIS IS NOT EVEN A BAROQUE THING. THIS IS A NINETEENTH CENTURY CITY CARRIAGE HORSE.
All the love to fancy Friesian horses, but your Roman general or Medieval country heroine just really couldn’t, wouldn’t, and for the sake of my mental health shouldn’t have ridden one either.
Big warmblood horses are a Western European and British invention that started popping up somewhere around 1700s when agriculture and warfare changed, and when rich folks wanted Bigger Faster Stronger Thinner race horses. The modern warmblood and the big continental draught both had their first real rise to fame in the 1800s when people started driving Fancy Carriages everywhere, and having the Fanciest Carriage started to mean having the Tallest and Thinnest Horses in the town.
Before mechanised weaponry and heavy artillery all horses used to be small and hardy easy-feeders. Kinda like a donkey but easier to steer and with a back that’s not as nasty and straight to sit on.
SOME REAL MEDIEVAL, ROMAN, OTTOMAN, MONGOL, VIKING, GREEK and WHATEVER HISTORICALLY PLAUSIBLE HORSES FOR YOU:
“Primitive”, native breeds all over the globe tend to be only roughly 120-140 cm (12.0 - 13.3 hh) tall at the withers. They all also look a little something like this:
Mongolian native horse (Around 120-130 at the withers, and decendants of the first ever domesticated horses from central Asia. Still virtually unchanged from Chinggis Khan’s cavalry, ancestor to many Chinese, Japanese and Indian horses, and bred for speed racing and surviving outdoors without the help of humans.)
Carpathian native horse / Romanian and Polish Hucul Pony (Around 120-150 at the withers, first mentioned in writing during the 400s as wild mountain ponies, depicted before that in Trajanian Roman sculptures, used by the Austro-Hungarian cavalry in the 19th century)
Middle-Eastern native horse / Caspian Pony (Around 100-130 at the withers, ancestor of the Iranian Asil horse and its decendants, including the famous Arabian and Barb horses, likely been around since Darius I the Great, 5th century BC, and old Persian kings are often depicted riding these midgets)
Baltic Sea native horse / Icelandic, Finnish, Estonian, Gotland and Nordland horses (Around 120-150 at the withers, descendant of Mongolian horses, used by viking traders in 700-900 AD and taken to Iceland. Later used by the Swedish cavalry in the 30 years war and by the Finnish army in the Second World War, nowadays harness racing and draught horses)
Siberian native horse / Yakutian pony (Around 120-140 at the withers, related to Baltic and Mongolian horses and at least as old, as well-adapted to Siberian climate as woolly mammoths once were, the hairiest horse there is, used in draught work and herding)
Mediterranean native horse / Skyros pony, Sardinian Giara, Monterufolino (Around 100-140 at the Withers, used and bred by ancient Greeks for cavalry use, influenced by African and Eastern breeds, further had its own influence on Celtic breeds via Roman Empire, still used by park ranger officers in Italy)
British Isles’ native horse / various “Mountain & Moorland” pony breeds (Around 100-150 at the withers, brought over and mixed by Celts, Romans and Vikings, base for almost every modern sport pony and the deserving main pony of all your British Medieval settings. Some populations still live as feral herds in the British countryside, used as war mounts, draught horses, mine pit ponies, hunting help and race horses)
So hey, now you know!
I love this so much - and now I know why Tall Lanky Thin horses have a terryfying vibe to them, and the “primitive” native pony-like breeds awake in me only hope and trust.
such valid historical finger-eaters here
Ok but look. If I am writing a fantasy piece and I want a 20 hand horse to barrel through the enemy horde of orcs, I damned well am going to write it. Its called fantasy for a reason!