This Is The Cutest Thing I've Seen Today!

Save me punk Tom Hanson save me

Doodles of my new favorite boys!

Okay, what the fuck

I had some NSP on in the background (My favorite band out there and don't you disagree, they are actually the best)

And like, am I tripping or ist that Zach in the brown beanie?

Nah man this is insanity.

When I tell you that I watched this like 100 times without ever noticing the Oney Gang lmao, funny how recognition works

My fever is gone now but I am so sad cause while I was in this weird delirious fever-dream state I had like a super cute idea for a oneshot and now I can't remember what it was :,)

THIS IS SO ADORABLE <3

This would've done numbers in 2019

Sometimes I forget these two are actually living, aging beings and not figments of entertainment

Brother Love

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Masterlist

Summary: Young!Kaer Morons duelling because they have big egos Warnings: Swearing; Possibly bad descriptions of combat A/N: I need more fanfics of the young witchers, please get out there everyone and do the lords work. Also I know that in canon the story between how Lambert and Aiden met is different but I thought this would be cuter.

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“Ugh, just looking at his sly smile makes me wanna punch him in the face”

“Your’s isn’t any better though.”

“The punching isn’t exclusive to him, you know?” 

Geralt’s lips twisted into a grin as he heard the agitated voices of his brethren. He wiped the sweat off his brow after he fastened the Reins of Roach to the post right outside the fortress of Kaer Morhen. “They’re just mad cause I’m better than them- isn’t that right girl?” He patted the horse's mane lovingly before pulling an apple out of the knapsack which was hanging from the saddle and feeding it to the chestnut colored mare.

Having decided that he had eavesdropped enough, Geralt made his way up the stairs and into the large stronghold that he called his home. Even though the entrance hall seemed intimidating at first, he had learned to love the sheer vastness of it all and most of all, it was the people with whom he was sharing this particular space with that made him appreciate it. 

Although the very same people had been gossiping about him just before they heard the massive wooden doors creak as they were shoved open. 

“Your favorite Witcher has returned everyone!” Geralt winked at the two boys sitting at one of the two long tables, Lambert greeting him with a roll of the eyes. 

“Oh please, hold back on the applause Gentlemen! Lest I confuse you with one of the plenty maidens which nearly started brawling at the opportunity to simply share a few words with me!”

In a gesture of feigned modesty, Geralt threw up his arms as he stepped toward the two. 

“I need you to jump out of a window.” Lambert’s face screamed ‘unimpressed’ while he watched Geralt sit down next to him, cockily reaching for his mug of mead and taking a sip as if it was his own.

“Lambert’s just mad ‘cause he embarrassed himself on the contract, don’t worry about it.” 

Eskel smirked, seemingly recounting what had happened earlier today, ignoring the grumbling coming from the boy in front of him.

“What? Fell face first into the mud while trying to dodge a Drowner?” The white haired boy nudged the other with his elbow, taking another swig.

“That happened like when? 5 years ago? Besides, it’s not my fault that these slimy bastards love the swamp..”

Lambert snatched the mug from Geralt's hands, shooting him a challenging look which Eskel immediately recognized. “Oh no, don’t embarrass yourself Lam.” Duels were no novelty among the brothers. Vesemir’s original notion for those was to show the witchers what they lacked and could improve on yet often a simple training session would just result in a power show for the juvenile boys.

Geralt’s gaze wandered from Eskel back to Lambert who was still staring daggers at him. A smile crept to his lips. 

“You wanna go?” 

Lambert took one last swig of the mug before harshly letting it collide with the wooden table beneath him, wiping any excess alcohol off of his mouth. 

“You bet, pretty boy”

A few light hearted quips and glares later, the boys found themselves in the courtyard. The setting sun casting a mesmerizing hue of golden over the land and illuminating their faces.

Eskel stood to the side, sighing before clasping his hands together. He knew he couldn’t change the minds of both of his brothers, the only thing he could do was pray that Vesemir wouldn’t return any time soon or else he wouldn’t hear the end of it. 

“Alright guys!” Eskel raised his voice, something he still wasn’t quite comfortable with. 

“No magic, no grabbing off the actual swords-” Eskel’s gaze wandered from his brothers to the sword stands just a few meters away. 

“These wooden things make me feel like I’m a child..” Lambert mumbled under his breath, turning the wooden sword in his hands.

“And most importantly!” Lambert and Geralt looked expectantly at Eskel, both eager to finally begin.

“No biting and no hair pulling.”

“Aw c’mon, hair pulling is like the only good thing” 

“I’m the only one who has hair, you dork ass loser.”

“Not after I’m done with you!”

Once again, Eskel sighed, shaking his head in disbelief. He really prayed that Vesemir wouldn’t return any time soon. 

“Okay, to make up for the hair pulling:”

His brothers turned to him once again, their interest clearly piqued.

“How about you bet on something?” 

The proposal was instantly met with joy and as Geralt seemed to think hard about what he wanted Lambert to do, the other was quick as always:

“If I win, Geralt has to shave his head.”

“No fucking way.” 

“Yeah way, pretty boy.”

Lambert blew the white haired one a kiss, winking at him with a mischievous look in his eyes. The image of a bald Geralt seemingly enough to motivate him. 

“Geralt, you got anything in mind?” 

He absentmindedly scratched his chin (partly to emphasize the faint facial hair which the others weren’t able to grow yet. 

“If i win..” he began dramatically, leaving a pause in which he intensely stared at the boy across from him. 

“Lambert has to ask Aiden to accompany him for an entire day of contracts.” 

The grin which Geralt was wearing on his face was dirtier than if he actually fell into horse feces.

It was no secret that there had been something happening in Lambert's mind when they had that school exchange two years ago. Aiden was a fellow witcher from the school of the cat and while Eskel went to said school for about six months, Aiden had stayed in Kaer Morhen with Geralt and Lambert, training alongside them. 

The subject of whether or not Lambert fancied the boy had become good teasing material for Geralt and Eskel and yet, the youngest at least tried to seem nonchalant about it but apparently this time, Geralt's bargain was of another caliber. 

Lambert's face twisted for just a split second and there was an unfamiliar redness that lightly tinted his cheeks. One that a regular human wouldn’t have noticed, his brothers were anything but regular though, to his dismay. 

“Tz, why would that be a problem?” 

Lambert couldn’t get more unlucky with the way his voice cracked right when spoke. It only took one exchange of looks between the white haired boy and the brunette standing to the side for them to erupt into laughter. 

“What the fuck is your problem? I don’t see an issue!” 

After about two minutes of continuous laughter, Eskel wiped a tear from his eye, trying to regulate his breathing while Geralt mockingly repeated the voice crack.

“Alright, okay!” 

Geralt took one last shaky breath, readying himself for the duel in which he would give his all. The image of Lambert nervously asking someone out while he could watch with a self satisfied grin filled him with the determination to win. 

“Ready, Set, GO!”

Within milliseconds, their swords collided. Both of them change sides, their eyes locked in an intense game of guessing. Either one anticipating or better, waiting for the other to make a move. 

Just as Geralt had thought, Lambert took a small step forward, switching the weight from one foot to the other, raising his sword, trying to go for a strike which Geralt hurriedly parried.

Another strike, this time from above. Geralt took a few small steps back, making sure he kept himself steady.

As his sword collided with that of his youngest brother, he saw an opportunity. It was destined to fail but if he was quick enough he could strike him fast enough for him to become panicked. 

With one determined push, the white haired boy set to attack:

Parry. 

This time Geralt went for a lower stab while simultaneously blocking another attempt at a slash from Lambert. Swiftly, Geralt jumped to the side, giving him an advantage:

He struck again. This time, Lambert barely managed to block with the sword guard. 

The splinters were flying from the wooden weapons, Eskel had already taken multiple steps back so as to not get any more injuries to his face than he already had. 

Suddenly, Lambert went for a stab that Geralt just managed to jump away from. 

Both of them were beginning to become aggressive which meant that he had to be even more careful and regain a sense of calmness. 

It was a risky attempt but in his rush, Geralt decided to go for a broad slash, one that almost landed were it not for Lambert's quick reflexes. The younger one jumped backwards.

Now it seemed like Lambert had also noticed his impatience, the two boys were now standing across from each other, circling and watching. 

“I can’t wait to watch you talk to Aiden..” Geralt winked at him. Although he was talking, his attention was fully focused on the movement of his opponent. 

“Shut up dude.” Lambert wasn’t fazed by Geralt's attempt of distraction, guess he had to pull out the big ones, he thought. 

“Oh Aiden, it seems that my horse isn’t fit enough to be ridden..” The white haired mocked in a higher voice, another smile on his lips as he could hear Eskel cackling in the background. 

He closely studied Lambert's grip, ever so slightly tightening, his pulse quickening by just a smidgen. 

“You wouldn’t mind if I rode with you and held onto you and your strong, muscled biceps, would you?” 

Ah, there it was, Geralt thought as he parried a wave of slashes, pushing down the blade of his now agitated brother. 

He went for a stab and although it didn’t land, he was now in a position to win.

Geralt went for another slash, which Lambert parried but led him to believe he had an opening. 

The strike from above was dodged swiftly as Geralt ducked underneath the arm of the other and struck a fatal blow to the other ones side.

“FUCK!” 

“You suck.” 

Geralt put a hand on the shoulder of Lambert who was just staring at the ground now, his sword falling to his side. 

“You fought well though, don’t worry.”

“Thanks..” 

The youngest patted Geralt's hand on his shoulder and wiped the sweat off of his brow. 

“Guess Aiden will be a lucky man next time we visit… Ouch what the fuck you asshole?” 

And there it was, the hair pulling. 

“Eskel! Do something!” Geralt struggled to remove Lambert's hand from the tight grip he had on his roots, his scalp burning already. 

“The duel is over, the rules aren’t set anymore!” 

“Yeah you heard him! No rules anymore you cheap Amor!” 

“Just what is going on here?” 

Nothing froze the boys up as effectively as the authoritative voice of a certain mentor. 

Geralt let out a sigh of relief as the deathgrip on his hair was removed. 

“Stand straight you three!” 

Almost like they were the most obedient soldiers in the army, all three of them lined up, statues as straight as if they had been hammered into stone. 

“Eskel, just what the fuck have these two done?”

Vesemir seemed more fed up than anything rubbing the bridge of his nose in disbelief. 

Lambert and Geralt shot Eskel a pleading look, he could just rat them out, tell the truth about why they started the duel. 

Eskel sighed once again. “We thought it would be a good idea to train a bit more, we wanted to show you that we could be unsupervised and still work on our abilities.” 

Alright, both Geralt and Lambert thought, they would take over all of Eskel’s chores for the month. 

“Well that is noble.. And how’d that work out?” 

Vesemir narrowed his eyes at the few strands of white hair that clung to Lambert's glove, who just gave him a sheepish look in return. 

“Well,” Lambert began. “We simply wanted to emulate all different kinds of situations, like what if someone grabbed you by your hair in the middle of a fight?” He wanted to emphasize his point by putting his hand on Geralt's head once again, yet the older one just flinched at the gesture, shooting him a look that would definitely kill if Lambert hadn’t been his brother.

Vesemir looked unimpressed but eventually just signaled the boys to follow him inside. 

As Lambert and Geralt ran past Eskel and Vesemir to take over Eskel’s dinner duty, they heard Vesemir call out to them:

“And by the way Lambert.”

The boy turned around to the old Witcher.

“Eskel is way better at lying than you are.”

Red Lipstick

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Pairing: Ryan Magee x Reader

Summary: Ryan realizes that he doesn't hate Makeup that much

Warning: None

A/N: The first time writing Fanfiction in a looong time so I hope it is not as bad

He felt uncomfortable seeing her with a full red lip for the first time.

Usually he loved to feel her kisses on his body but now there was a certain unease filling the air.

She looked stunning of course, it would be foolish of him not to admit to that, yet he couldn't help the fear of her kissing him like this.

"How do I look?"

He scoffed internally, what kind of question even was that? How could a literal goddess be concerned about her looks?

Ryan merely gave an awkward but reassuring smile and muttered something about her "not looking too bad". Affection wasn't his strong suit so to speak.

The playful smile plastered onto her cherry red lips eased his mind. He was always scared she wouldn't catch up on his weird way of complimenting, scared she might think that he didn't love her when that couldn't be more far from the truth.

And the she walked toward him.

Putting her arms around his neck, her lips were only mere inches away from his face and when she leaned in, he flinched away. Immediately regretting it when he saw a little glimmer of hurt in her eyes.

He had never told her about it.

"Sorry I-" he started, not really knowing how to continue yet she waited patiently. She could have just gone off on him, what a terrible boyfriend denied his girlfriend a simple kiss? But she stood there, visibly hurt but waiting, giving him the time he needed to think.

Her perfume was intoxicating, further clogging his mind, he wanted, no, needed to kiss her so bad, have her hands up in his hair, if he just wasn't so uncomfortable with the sensation of how that lipstick would feel on his skin.

"I just-" he closed his eyes, trying to stop the thoughts continously coming into his mind.

"I don't really like how makeup feels on my skin.. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to flinch"

And then she simply smiled and hugged him closer to her.

Ryan couldn't understand himself and why right then and there his eyes watered. It really wasn't a big deal, he didn't have a trauma or deadly phobia but maybe it was just the gentleness that got to him.

"May I kiss you once though? I'll wipe it off immediately" she gestured to a napkin she pulled out of her purse.

Still feeling uneasy, he slowly nodded, closing his eyes as she got closer to him.

The kiss she planted on his jaw felt weird, it was gentle, warm and yet the lipstick felt weird on his skin, he felt how it sticked to him.

Resisting the urge to wipe it off with his hand, he simply looked at her expactantly. She raised her hand and just as she was about to wipe the stain off of his jaw she sighed for a second, earing a confused look from Ryan.

"It's a shame, you look beautiful like this"

"You can do another one"

He didn't know what came over him but he thought that for her he would stick through the uncomfortable sensation. He would do anything for her.

Suddenly he felt her lips on his neck, her kiss sending shivers down his spine, letting him feel things that weren't ideal when you were invited to a dinner party in just a few minutes.

Her dreamy sigh at the sight of him colored him curious. Ignoring his inital fear he walked over to the mirror, holding her hand.

And then something inside him changed.

Her lipstick, a little smeared but still clearly on his jaw and neck, indicating exactly what she did with him and where.

Thoughts of her lipstick all over his white shirt that he had specifically picked out for today clouded his mind, he wanted her to mark him up and he couldn't even understand why he suddenly felt this way.

"You like it?" She smirked

Ryan turned to her, more shy than he had ever been before.

"More?"

Now it was her turn to be surprised but in a matter of seconds, her lips were on his skin once again and he looked at the two of them in the mirror. She held his head in with both of her hands, one tracing his jawline with a featherlight touch and her hot breath on his skin made him feel lightheaded and as if his knees would give in at any moment now.

His button up was colored red at the collar already and then she kissed him on the lips, long and wanting for more.

They probably wouldn't make it on time anymore.

As they released from each other, gasping for air , he stole another look at himself in the mirror.

Maybe he could excuse lipstick from now on.

POSITIVELY CREAMING MY PANTS AT THE GAME AWARDS

Tom Hanson learning how to mosh and crowdsurf and actually taking a liking to it is my roman empire.

I will think about this forever

(sorry for posting so much about this forgotten show I had a tough couple of days and escapism is peak)