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Welcome to my masterlist!
As a general rule, my work is 18+
For the sake of clarity, multi-chapter fics have their own mini masterposts.
I also have AO3 should you prefer
Thanks for reading!
Already know I wanna send this to people on June 1
Audio:
Erika, referencing ebenezer scrooge: You, boy! What day is it?!
Brennan, as a young boy: It's Pride, bitch!
Urgh, god forbid a girl ask her friend to go line dancing in the village during pride. How dare I suggest an activity for the first time in 2 years and for that activity to be something I actually enjoy. He doesn't dance, don't I know that?
We can go to that restaurant that does Texas style BBQ and sometimes also has line dancing so that he at least gets to eat ribs.
It's not like I've been vegetarian for 8 years or anything.
Urgh, god forbid a girl ask her friend to go line dancing in the village during pride. How dare I suggest an activity for the first time in 2 years and for that activity to be something I actually enjoy. He doesn't dance, don't I know that?
Nearly forgot to post this one, this months postcard design for supporters! Some kinda spring themed soft Geraskier.
You can still get in on it on Patreon if you'd want one. The higher tiers will be merch of my OC boys because I have no self control XD
Revisited Geralt last year. I'm not really in the fandom but he's still one of my favourite old men. Let's test the limits of this site I guess XD
puppy play, forced proximity 👀
Geralt and Lambert fighting once again. Eskel is in a bad mood, maybe he has a headache or it's just one of those days. Eskel putting the pups in their collars and clipping them together with a very short leash. Telling them to behave or else there'll be consequences.
Entirely up to you what "good behavior" looks like 🤭
Okay I’ve been thinking about this all weekend, and I welcome your thoughts too. I had more to say about this than I thought I did >.<
Now, I was having lots of thoughts about how witchers walk the path alone normally, and because of this, they get used to doing things their own way, and no one would tell them otherwise. They’re also very precious about their stuff, their armour, their potions, anything they carry with them. They’re always travelling and everything they carry is special to them in some way – even if its disposable, it’s theirs.
So that got me thinking about their mindset when they get to Kaer Morhen. How long it takes Eskel to get both of these big wolves to sit nice at his feet, relaxed and taking little scritches like good puppies.
And that got me thinking about Geralt and Lambert having issues with “resource guarding” and how having a full year of having their own things and being on their own schedules means that when they’re back, for the first few weeks they do not want to share. Toys, blankets, Eskel.
But Eskel needs them to share, because part of being a close pack, and part of having two well behaved puppies, is knowing that they can share their things, and knowing that they both belong to Eskel. So, when they start growling at each other over who’s allowed to lie on the blanket that’s absolutely big enough for both of them, or when they get bitey over who had their head on Eskel’s lap first, Eskel knows that it’s time for consequences for their behaviour.
Eskel will let them get all of their grumbly behaviour out of their system for the first few weeks, because he knows it’s hard for them to re-adjust. But once he knows their ready, and once he simply can’t take any more of their head butting, part of being a good owner is setting proper rules for his puppies to follow so that they know exactly who’s boss.
Just the visual of the very short leash to both of them is usually enough to give of signals in their brain that this is the last night this behaviour will be tolerated. Seeing it in Eskel’s large hands, and with one click of his fingers both of them kneel in front of him with no pushback.
Knowing that this will be the last time they can act out obviously makes both of them want to put up a fuss, growling at each other like they might bite through the leash itself to run away. But just the feeling of both of them being that close, the weight of the collars with the obvious tug at their necks every time one of them moves is enough to make them both yield.
Eskel just sitting in his armchair, reading by the fire, “ignoring” his poorly behaved puppies when they pull away from each other. “I know I didn’t train you two to act like that. Don’t know where it’s come from, but it wasn’t me.” It’s a well-practiced disappointed tone that puts them in their place without even having to lift his eyes. After weeks of guarded behaviour, it only takes minutes before both of them are pressed against each other on the floor.
Once they’re actually willing to let each other in, Eskel always lets them do what they want. It takes a lot for them to let that guard down, so if they want to scent each other, groom each other, take each other, Eskel simply makes sure they’re both warm, comfy and very well praised.
Eventually, Eskel will unclip them, but not before letting them know knows boss.
pride month!!!
Is that a miette?
Pride for you! Pride for a thousand years!!
you COME OUT to miette? you come out to her as queer? oh! oh! pride for mother! pride for mother for One Thousand Years!!!!
Happy Pride!
Every pride, you must reblog this. No exceptions
Zillenial woman starter pack:
Single and living alone ☑️
In servitude to a cat ☑️
Hobbies include audiobooks, puzzles and crochet ☑️
Can't eat grapefruit ☑️
Signed up for a craft workshop at a local circular economy group because you haven't socialized in 2 years ☑️
I have a bunch of different AUs where Sy and Mikey exist together. This is them in every single one of them.
I hope you want to hear my ramblings about grey-ace, puppy play Geralt cause I'm writing a little bullet point list as we speak. Spent my night thinking about it while playing video games and I'm making it everyone elses problem xoxo
Jaskier finds out that Geralts into this entirely by accident. Convinced that if he hadn’t heard a little whine from Geralt when he scritched behind his ear, that he would never have had the courage to tell him.
It was difficult to describe why he liked it at first, why this was a kink, why he usually didn’t want to get off personally when he was in this space. But with Jaskier being Jaskier, he helped him verbalise what he meant.
He likes knowing there’s no expectation to talk. Puppies don’t talk; they only get spoken to. Jaskier can ask him questions, and the bard made it very clear that he would need to do check ins with various safe word replacements that would work for them. But aside from that, Geralt was free from engaging in expected interaction. Once his collar is on, his words are gone. It happens like magic.
He sits at Jaskier’s feet, happy he's by his owner’s side, getting little head pats every so often. If Jaskier ever moves, Geralt will follow him because as a puppy, he wants to be by his owner’s side. Unless Jaskier gives him a specific order, asking him to stay or sit, in those instances he’ll try to follow the order perfectly, just so that he can hear Jaskier call him a good boy. Nothing feels better than being a well-trained puppy. But if he gets it wrong, that's okay too. He's still learning.
This wasn’t entirely not horny to Geralt. While it was mainly comforting to him, much like when they weren’t doing pet play, Geralt just preferred to get off with acts of service. He rarely cared whether he finished or not, much more interested in whether Jaskier did, and how he could help him. So whenever Jaskier wanted to, he was free to get himself off. Jaskier would hold onto Geralt’s lead or collar, give him directions to follow, be it sitting like a good puppy, or having Geralt rest his head on Jaskier’s thigh.
Once Jaskier’s been cleaned up, usually with the help of Geralt’s tongue, Jaskier will check to see if his puppy needs any help. Always checking, with no expectations no matter how Geralt replies. Often, Geralt is just happy to sit in his floaty little space being a good puppy. His mind elsewhere while his owner gives him head pats.
Sometimes, Geralt will sleep at the bottom of the bed, listening as Jaskier praises him, telling him he’s doing the best job at protecting the room for them both. A little guard puppy. It feels different from being a witcher. There doesn’t feel like there’s expectation to actually protect anyone, even though he would. It’s more like a swelling of pride in his chest that his owner thinks he’s doing a good job, and one day, he’ll maybe be able to show him.
Now I'm picture the bathtub scene going 'ooh scaaary face' to 'ooh scaaary puppy'
Had to keep the tags
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I wish someone had told the me from 2 years ago that I should keep seeing my high school friends even if I feel like an outsider and they show no interest in the things I like because maybe then I wouldn't be crying of loneliness every night and googling shit like 'how to make friends as an adult' or 'how to help feel less touch-starved if you're single and live alone'.
Ask a trusted friend for a cuddle! Sweetie if I had a trusted friend I wouldn't be desperately researching weighted blankets at 1am.
What about, if since Lambert was one of the last group to be put through the trials, if he didn't get put through as many as the older boys.
What if seeing what Geralt went through was enough to give them a fright, but not enough to stop.
Lambert's smaller than the others. His magic isn't as strong but he makes up for it in his ability to retain chemistry knowledge. His ability to hold his sword and not give up until hes physically and mentally exhausted.
But he's different.
He can cry.
Lambert's older than the others when he goes out on the path for the first time. A young man in his twenties, full of anger at the world and misplaced confidence. His first year is horrible. It's cold, wet, and devoid of food or comfort.
When he begrudgingly goes back to Kaer Morhen for the winter, he doesn't talk to anyone when he arrives. Just goes straight to his room.
It's not until Eskel walks in, sliding into the bed beside him wordlessly, pulling the smaller man close, when Lambert presses his face into the older witcher's chest. Balling his fists on the shirt beneath him. His mouth opens silently like he wants to scream and it wont come out. But it's not long before he's weeping uncontrollably, sobbing like he was broken, never having seen any of his fellow witchers do the same.
"I didn't fuckin' ask for this. It hurts Esk, I didn't ask for this. I-" "I know. I promise Lamb, it gets easier."
I know streaming services don't release DVDs of their shows because then why would people continue to pay an increasingly high fee every month in perpetuity to access their original content but that's such a missed opportunity when it comes to the gay hockey show and the not gay hockey show because the primary audience for both are the girlies who read or listen to everything electronically then buy multiple different book copies of the same novel to keep as trophies.
We all know that they are likely to re-watch the show through streaming anyway for maximum binge watching efficiency, let us have our little DVD boxset trophies too.
You know what, I can't complain if my parents never throw anything out and I end up having to sort through all their stuff after they die because three years ago I asked my dad to throw out two seemingly useless metal plates that I thought were meant to be used as outdoor covers for my through the wall AC units that did not actually fit. These had been left to me by the previous owner when she gave me the keys to my condo.
Today I removed the AC for the first time as I am having a heat pump installed and will be closing up the hole permanently.
My dad came over, odd metal plates in hand just in case. Turns out, they weren't meant to go on the outside to keep out the drafts in the winter, they are meant to go on the inside when the unit is removed from the wall.