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geralt thinks he is old and jaded but he is not yet, baby's first trauma, ok not first but it's one of the early ones

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One last update for the year, bringing my 2020 wordcount total up to 387k, firmly cementing 2020 into second place for words published in one year on AO3 by me.

Learning Experiences https://archiveofourown.org/works/26121523/chapters/69720408, the story I wrote in collaboration with Anoke about Baby Lambert and young Geralt, gets its sort of sad, sort of hopeful epilogue, set about ten years later. Please do heed the warnings in the notes.

Geralt made his way up into the craggy mountainous area separating Herrick and Munwyck, noting from a distance that there was a collection of vultures kettling in the air currents on one side of the peak. Now, vultures did just collect sometimes, but it was likely that there was something dead attracting them. So he aimed for the set of valleys near the largest concentration of vultures, and as he drew nearer, sure enough he caught a whiff of the scent of death on the air currents.

He set to tracking and found, sure enough, hoofprints leading up one of the paths, to a particular valley near where the vultures were collecting. And then Roach whinnied and another horse answered, and Geralt followed her pricked ears into a valley.

There was a horse there, a reasonable-quality gelding, secured on a long picket line, and he’d eaten the grass to the ground as far as he could reach. From the quantity of manure, he’d been tied there two or three days at least.

And Roach seemed to know him; their whickering noises were those of horses who were familiar to one another. She trotted over and greeted him as if they were friends.

There was a stash of luggage piled near the picket under a tarp, the horse’s tack and a set of saddlebags and a bedroll and assorted other things, and it took Geralt less than a breath to ascertain that it was absolutely Witcher gear.

Fuck. (Your picture was not posted)

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akilah12902 https://akilah12902.tumblr.com/post/631353510062145536/lambert-with-the-tsundere-fang-by-pondsmithart :

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LAMBERT WITH THE TSUNDERE FANG BY pondsmithart https://tmblr.co/mHwUjixLN4hgpmC2u5LIUSQ​

I think my favorite part of this is that he looks both reluctantly vampirey and also really resigned. Like, yes fine I will show you the Fang™ if you will just SHUT UP about it, UGH

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New chapter for the Geralt Meets Baby Lambert story https://archiveofourown.org/works/26121523/chapters/63926845, in which the story finally does what it says on the tin and so Geralt gets to meet not quite so baby Lambert.

“I got a feeling maybe grown-ups shouldn’t hit this kid in the face,” Geralt said. “Like, just as a general practice. I bet if another kid did it he wouldn’t have a problem.”

“I’m not scared to get hit,” the boy said suddenly, his expression sliding from terror to angry determination.

“It’s not about scared,” Geralt said. “That fit you had, that’s what happens when your body’s telling you too many things at once. For me it was after I got mutated and I couldn’t handle all the sounds and smells and sensations all at once, and I’d just stop working until I got a chance to sort them out. But I bet someone taught you not to fight back when they hit you, and then Varin’s been teaching you that you have to fight back when you get hit, and it’s real hard for your brain to figure out how to do both of those things at once.”

The boy looked astonished, then furious, then mutinous, but he didn’t have anything to say to that, and Geralt figured it was true. Some adult had beaten him as a kid, and had surely beat him worse if he’d tried to resist. It wasn’t that hard to connect those dots.

“So I just have to figure it out,” the boy said, a little sullen but determined.

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sketched the dudes!

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chapter 4: supervision

We get Triss and Lambert’s POV on things. Listen there’s juicy Jaskier and Yennefer stuff coming but not yet, so instead you get Lambert being a total fucking nerd, and Triss being a grown-up actual woman instead of her creepy character arc from, apparently, both book and game. Listen I can buy that Geralt is hot but not that literally every woman he meets throws away the rest of her life in a quest to bone him, that is really not how it ought to work and your Creepy Male Writer Bullshit is showing.
(Occasionally people reading my fic are like “i can’t wait to read the books!” and I’m like well, I haven’t, and am not going to, and listen that kind of shit is why. Life is short.)

“What do you mean, Geralt knows more about girls?” Triss asked, as Eskel checked another door and made a face. 

“Oh, I mean– Geralt… well, he’s a little better at fitting into society in general than the rest of us, so he… interacts more… with women.” Eskel was clearly working very hard to come up with the words to say this.

“You mean he gets laid regularly,” Triss said, sparing him the need to be delicate.

“I wouldn’t say regularly,” Eskel said, amused. “But more often.”

“He’s better at society than you?” Triss was skeptical. “You seem reasonably well-socialized, to me.”

Eskel gave her a look that was hard to read, and continued down the hallway. “I’m missing half my face,” he said in a moment, a little curt. “Tends to put people off.” 

It certainly wasn’t half his face, and Triss had already gotten used to it, but she guiltily remembered her first impression, which had been that he was the scariest person here. “Does it really?” she said. “Everybody here has scars on their faces, though. I was starting to wonder if it was an initiation thing.”

Eskel swung around suddenly, leaning slightly into her personal space, and she shrank back in sudden fear from his frightful expression. Then he laughed, a little bitterly, and turned around and kept walking. “It does,” he said. “Weird. No, it’s not an initiation thing, it’s just an occupational hazard of getting the shit beat out of you by supernatural horrors for a living.”

“That wasn’t playing fair,” Triss protested. “It wasn’t your face that scared me so much as you being twice my size and looming at me in a dark hallway! Maybe don’t do that to people!”

“And you thought I was well-socialized,” he said.<br