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This week is Aromantic Spectrum Awareness Week ! Or aro week for short

If you didn’t know, I’m aroace ✨

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The monster of the week had been an easy one: just a matter of banging some pans and pots together and the little kobolds were scarred enough of the noise to scuttle away and leave the ‘haunted house’. The payment would be some measly crowns, so Geralt and Jaskier did their usual search for retribution, opening cupboards and cabinets and taking what took their fancy. Jaskier refused to call it looting. Geralt had just found a rope ladder - odd how often he came across those - when he heard the bard approaching. “Geralt, can you tell me what this-Aargh!” The minstrel managed to break through a rotten floor board, getting stuck and sending the vials he was holding flying in the process. Geralt could have probably dodged those. But his very first instinct by now was to ‘save the bard’, so deeply ingrained after years of travel that ‘ducking unknown substances’ was not a priority. One vial crashed against his shoulder, the other flew over his head, emptying itself on the Witchers hair. “Oh no! My dear Witcher, are you okay?”, asked the minstrel, while getting his foot unstuck. Geralt felt his shoulders shrug. “Who cares. Are you, though? Does anything hurt?” “Well, I care! I have no idea what was in these. That could have been… acid or poison or sleeping draughts or worse even. Some kind of mind altering substance! I’ve heard of sex pollen and love potions and stuff.” “I’m sure the last two wouldn’t have been a hardship with you by my side.” Jaskier looked at him oddly. “I am fine, Jask, stop bothering about me and tell me if you are hurt, or I will sweep you off your feet this instant so you don’t aggravate that ankle of yours.” “Sweep me of my… Why Geralt, you could do that any day without bodily harm involved, if you wanted.”, remarked Jaskier in his usual flirty way. “I do. Want that. I would carry you all the time, pressed to my chest save and sound, if that would keep you away from all the horrors in the world.” They blinked at each other after that strange admission, both in a mild state of shock. “Fuck. What was in that potions?” 

A Tale of Two Rulers,  Volume 3 (physical copies) are in stock!

Along with a few more copies of volumes 1 and 2. 

etsy.com/shop/FigmentForms

I also finally learned that I can use media mail rates for books, so the shipping should be lower than previously, for people in the US at least. I think. I’m honestly very confused … but i think i did this right.

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- i'm crying......quick what will make me feel better?? What if I shake my favorite (stim) toy? No?

- uhh uhh what if I eat some chicken nuggets? AHH THAT MADE IT WORSE

- okay uuuhhhhh a nap?? D*mn, I can't sleep its not the Right Time^tm

- okay we just gotta make it to the store and back without getting overwhelmed...we can do this...

- i need to get work done but the second I turn off She Ra, i feel like screaming....f*ck

What’s even more amazing is that he used to be almost completely nonverbal and through his art he’s been able to become completely independent and self-sufficient and is now a successful artist who owns his own gallery where he sells his drawings and people come from all over to buy his art. He is fully verbal and communicative and most people who meet him don’t even realize that he has autism.

Like I said, this dude is fucking amazing.

"Why are you here? This seems like a rather unexeptional place for someone like you to spend their free time hanging around."

Ranger: You have my bow.

Barbarian: and ny Axes

Alternatively, if you’re being zip tied or tied up in general it’s a good idea to present your fists to the person instead of having them grab and force them. That way, you can present them in an easier to escape position.

Like these:

The tutorials I followed on this website were super helpful and show a few methods of breaking out of zip ties. It take ten minutes to learn and could quite literally save your life!