witcher 3, kiera metz, so i've definitely included a bit in the fic about how she uses magic to keep her boobs up, i should post that snippet, also heck wouldja look at that it is E first, amazing
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trial-of-the-grasses https://trial-of-the-grasses.tumblr.com/post/164637967266/keira-metz-by-%E9%83%AD-%E4%BD%B3%E8%B0%8A :
Keira Metz
By: 郭 佳谊 https://www.artstation.com/max1227
witcher 3, fic snippet, my writing
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ok in light of the last Keira art reblog I did I humbly present this snippet from the ongoing Keira/Lambert ridiculousness https://bomberqueen17.tumblr.com/post/627362244799397888/fic-snippet (less of you were into that than I’d expected, gotta say, but that’s how it be when the Muse seizes you, you think everyone cares about the shit you do), or in fact pair of snippets.
“It’s important to me,” Keira said, slipping it onto her arm and carefully turning the key in the lock one-handed, with great concentration, “that I am not capable of controlling you with my magic, because I expect I’ll want to, and if I give into that I might wreck everything.” Fuck, it hurt; the tingling was intense to the point of pain immediately, and of course all her magic went dead at once, and it was good she’d dressed carefully with no glamors because they’d all be gone now. Ah, she’d had one on the roots of her hair, that was gone now, but, well, no help for it.
Ah, fuck– her tits. She didn’t wear any kind of breast support because she had magic for that. They didn’t quite fall out of her shirt but they came a lot closer to doing so than was strictly appropriate for public display. Not that she was in public here.
She shook her hair back, looked up at Lambert, and put the key into his hand. “The faster you assume the position the faster we can get this over with and this thing off of me,” she said, smiling tightly. At least her breasts’ sudden break for freedom ought to be distracting.
“It’s hurting you,” Lambert said, completely undistracted by her tits. Bastard, he could at least look.
“I’m more aware of that than you are, I promise,” she said.
[…plot happens, irrelevant]
She had to lean on him a moment, which was dumb. He very, very gently tugged at her shirt until it covered her tits again, as much as it ever did. “I did always wonder if you held those in there with magic,” he said quietly.
She laughed, and buried her face in his shoulder. “I do,” she admitted. “I have it, why not?”
He laughed too, pained and gentle, echoing her “why not?”
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Chita enjoyed her little cat spa vacation at Skin-Grandma’s and when it was time to come home she tried to hide from us so she could stay. Grammy lets her watch Shrek and the National Geographic channel. But, we’re doing our best to remind her that we used to be buds… (at North Buffalo, Buffalo) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEUSV8gBHsW/?igshid=862l5wno7w3h
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2nico https://2nico.tumblr.com/post/627391390130864128/headcanon-lambert-rigged-up-a-pony-express-esque :
headcanon: lambert rigged-up a pony express-esque system of switching out horses for maximum speed and efficiency centuries before anything like a postal service was established.
as he managed this through his favorite exploit, “just use axii”, this system developed concurrently with an urban legend amongst mid-level horse-traders in various large cities about meeting a vague-faced man they simply can’t seem to really remember and ending up with no idea how one of their horses prepped for sale went missing, replaced with one of about similar value but inexplicably foreign stock,
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