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Absolutely sweet and beautiful image of our favourite Goat Dad, that I can’t find the original artist for. But look at that gorgeous little goat face!
Edit: A big thank you to @ana-kagetsu for messaging me and pointing me in the direction of this awesome artist. Please go check out their other great art on DeviantArt!
Absolutely sweet and beautiful image of our favourite Goat Dad, that I can’t find the original artist for. But look at that gorgeous little goat face!
Edit: A big thank you to @ana-kagetsu for messaging me and pointing me in the direction of this awesome artist. Please go check out their other great art on DeviantArt!
Pairing: Eskel/Jaskier
word count: ~2k
content warnings: Animal death (griffin)
summary: Eskel waits for a griffin to show up when a brightly dressed bard shows up and tries to set the little goat that Eskel wanted to use as bait free
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“It’s alright,“ Eskel said as soothingly as he could. “You’re going to be safe. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
A mellow bleat was the only reply he got and the tiny goat nudged Eskel’s chest with her head. Eskel smiled. He could feel the scars tugging at his lips, but it didn’t matter, not when his goat was the only one around to witness it.
Eskel secured the rope that would keep her from running away on a stake he had stuck in the earth, making sure the knot would stay in place. With one last pet or her head, Eskel stood up.
“I’m coming back for you,” he promised, before retreating into the shadows of some trees.
As soon as Eskel was out of sight, Lil’Bleater began living up to her name. Searching for Eskel and tugging at the rope, she let out a pitiful bleat.
If her scent hadn’t already been enough to attract the griffin’s attention, those sounds would do the job.
Eskel pressed fiddled with his crossbow, every muscle as tense as a bow string as he waited for the beast to arrive.
But instead of the unmistakable shriek of a griffin and the darkening of the sky as the beast flew before the sun, something far worse appeared that made Eskel’s heart drop like a rock.
It began with the sounds of snapping twigs and rocks being kicked, coming closer. Then, carefree singing joined in the distracting sounds.
A human.
Eskel couldn’t see them yet, but it was clear they had no intention of turning back.
What was a human doing here? Everyone in town knew that this field wasn’t safe. There was a reason why they had hired Eskel. No one dared come here anymore, not as long as there was a griffin attacking everything it could get its claws on.
And now there was a human – unsuspecting or just plain stupid and reckless – coming towards the griffin’s hunting place. Right where Eskel had set up bait to lure the griffin out.
For a brief moment Eskel contemplated leaving his hideout and telling the person to leave. But approaching lone travellers was never a good idea. Eskel knew what he looked like. He had no illusions of being received in a friendly way. If he told the person to leave they would likely run straight back to the town and probably tell some tale about how he had just barely escaped a witcher attacking him.
It wouldn’t be the first time of something like that happening to Eskel.
So he stayed hidden, praying that the person would just leave quickly on their own.
Lil’ Bleater’s cries got louder, more urgent. The singing stopped. For a moment, so did the sounds of the person’s footsteps. Then, they picked up again, faster this time.
From the trees that had blocked Eskel’s sight before, a man appeared, hastening towards the goat. A lute that marked the man as some sort of bard, was slung around his back and he wore a bright teal doublet that looked so out of place in this area that was mostly inhabited by farmers that Eskel could do nothing but stare.
The man cocked his head to the side like a curious bird when he laid eyes on Lil’ Bleater.
“Hey there, you adorable little thing.” Eskel couldn’t see the man’s face, but his smile was evident in his bright voice. “The shepherd forgot you here? Don’t worry, I’ll get you back home.”
Eskel stifled a curse when the bard kneeled down in front of the goat and ran a hand over her fur with a delighted laugh when Lil’ Bleater nibbled at his fingers, all the while babbling excitedly at her. His laugh was almost as melodious as his singing had been before. Eskel didn’t get many chances to hear people laugh so carefree. Most laughter died when people realised that there was a witcher in their midst.
Eskel watched with a strangely fast beating heart how the bard started to work on the knot. He let out a string of colourful curses when he realised that the know was too tight for him to untangle.
“Fret not,” he said in a dramatic voice through clenched teeth from the effort. “I will rescue you.”
He was so strangely theatrical, that Eskel forgot himself and let out a short laugh, not loud enough for the bard to hear, but enough to startle Eskel himself. He couldn’t remember a time when he had laughed outside of the halls of Kaer Morhen.
Eskel was so taken aback by the unexpected thought, that for a second he forgot to pay any attention to his surroundings. Being negligent was a mistake a witcher only made once in his life.
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Summary:
He stares at himself in the mirror. His cheeks are faintly blotchy, flush sparsely coloring down his neck. His eyes look glassy and half-crazed. “Get it the fuck together,” he growls lowly to his reflection. “You lose everything. Get fucking used to it.”
He can’t stop thinking about it. How Derek looked at him, said his name reverently rather than disdainfully.
He sits on the shower floor, shivering even though the spray is far too hot. He keeps replaying the words over and over - sometimes the person someone shows us and the person we choose to see are two different people.
For the first time, Stiles seriously takes a moment to consider that perhaps he has never known Derek Hale at all
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Last bday post. Y’all I can’t even with this. I can’t handle it. This beautiful boy is Stiles from @jbbarnes Bite Tattoo ‘verse and he takes up permanent residence in my soul. @elkleggs nailed it he is PERFECT his tattoos are everything omg I am blown away. THANK YOU both of you holy hell I will never recover. 💜
Glad to help make your lockdown birthday special! ✨💕
absolutely blown away by these gorgeous boys I commissioned from the absolutely incredible @elkane 😍 look at them! they are so soft and peaceful and happy I am in love. thank you thank you thank you! <3
You stay away from my emotional support emotionally constipated wolf, and I’ll stay away from yours.
This one is titled “Shirts OFF Smooches ON”
also as u can see Stiles has two crabs living in his hair the orange is Tom and the other one is Jerry, now when Tom hangs from Stiles’s hair he cuts it accidentally so once upon a time stiles had long hair but Tom ruined that butt its ok cuz Stiles likes this too and he likes these two crabs that just one day chose him as their house and who is stiles to say no to their lil beady eyes. also sometimes Jerry sleeps on Tom and sometimes he hangs off stiles lobe making himself look like an earring. also stiles definitely has a tumblr where he posts lake aesthetics and making puns no one understands them being puns like his thoughts always swimming away from him.
some soft boys~
rewatching teen wolf and honestly just let my boys rest goddamn
Toss A Coin To Your Sourwolf!
parallels ♡
Funny Story: One day this guy came into the restaurant I was managing at the time, and all the girls started losing their minds over him. I was confused because this guy was like, in his mid-40′s, and when I asked them what was up, they told me he played the father of their favorite teen heartthrob on this show called Teen Wolf.
“Like the Michael J Fox movie from the 80′s??” I replied, confused as ever as to how this man, could have possibly played Michael J Fox’s father so many years ago, and why these 16 year olds were thirsting after Michael J. Fox.
“No, we don’t know who that is” they continued, “this is a show on MTV, and it’s about this werewolf Scott, but he has this best friend named Stiles, whose supposed to be the geek but he’s TOTALLY hot and funny, and we’re all obsessed with him and THAT’S HIS DAD!!!!!” they screamed in unbearably loud teenage squeals.
“Alright,” I shrugged, thinking I couldn’t pass this moment up for my staff, and walked over, thanked the man for dining with us, and cautiously asked if he would mind signing and autograph for the girls who love his show, Teen Wolf.
“It’s cause of Dylan, isn’t it?” he joked, as he signed the napkin graciously. Handing it back to me, I didn’t know who “Dylan” was, but I assumed it was the heartthrob who played the hot geek on this show. I went to deny the obvious, but he cut me off– ”it’s always cause of Dylan! I’ll tell him you girls say hello!!”
We talked a little more, and he left a fantastic tip for his server. Genuinely one of, if not THE nicest celebrity i’ve ever met–even though I had no idea who he was at the time.
That night, I decide to check out this so called Teen Wolf show. It was still airing at the time–I think maybe in it’s second or third season. I’m pretty sure I caught up in a single day. I was hooked from the pilot.
And that, my friends, is how we got here, and how I came to fall in love with Dylan O’Brien. I owe it all, to Linden Ashby.
Derek and Stiles having a moment after a close call with some monster of the week
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