"some part of me wish you made it out.
it's selfish, i know, you wouldn't want that.
yet i hope so anyways.
.... i'm sorry. i shouldn't have ran. god, i'm so sorry, liam. i'm so sorry."
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"some part of me wish you made it out.
it's selfish, i know, you wouldn't want that.
yet i hope so anyways.
.... i'm sorry. i shouldn't have ran. god, i'm so sorry, liam. i'm so sorry."

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OH MY GOD OH MY FUCKING GOD
Clarify about ormund in the High Perverts hall. I'm listening. I'm sat.
Also we must have managed to tune into the same telepathic frequency because why do I suddenly get nostalgic for the Witcher and now I see you're thinking about writing for the fandom?
Well you see I think he should ***** that ****** *** whom he's ******* like a ***. In the name of the seven of course.
Anyway tbf I sincerely doubt I'll actually finish anything to be able to post it. I'm running on a year plus curse of only being able to write the first 30% of a fic I think and atp I'm sincerely worried it's incurable. BUT. we go at least dabble wherever the muse takes us and lately it's been telling me to write eskel x reader shit because SOMEONES gotta do it π
(note: I have never watched the Netflix series and this is NOT regarding that blond twink. I should hope you all know me better than that)
Also I'm not much of a geraskier guy but there has been a devil on my shoulder for weeks telling me to explore a sort of force femme dynamic with them where (good at hiding it) misogynist geralt (sorry women) just decides that dandelion is close enough, actually, and starts treating him like a lady (threat)