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(Lambert/Voltehre; Witchers have fluffy ears; wolfboys and catboys galore; crack treated seriously; fluff with a dash of witcher-typical trauma, you know how it is. Based on and dedicated to @biggaygreenbird's ear art)

Following the mutations, Lambert hated his ears the most. It wasn't his eyes and their light sensitivity, or how he could hear a gnat's fart from five hundred yards, or the way his skin felt so vulnerable in those first few days that he wanted to tear his clothes off and float in the bathing pools forever. It was how he couldn't hide what he felt anymore. Anger had always been his protective shell, but now every little emotion was on full display.

"Aww, he loves pie, look at him," Eskel joked as Lambert's ears rotated and flicked in anticipation at the smell of food. He had stomped off without dinner that night. And, "feeling grumpy, little wolf?" from Geralt when his ears jutted out to the side, and "there's no need to be frightened, lad" from Remus when they faced off some foglets on the lakeside, and his ears flattened back to his head.

Fuck his ears. He wanted to cut them off with a fucking hunting knife, and--

"Shit day?"

The bed at Lambert's side dipped, and Lambert grunted into his knees. His fucking ears perked forward, because of course they did. Voltehre was his... well, his favourite person in the whole of existence, as shitty as it was. He made life in Murder Castle somewhat bearable. His ears didn't express nearly as much. They swivelled and turned now and then, and sometimes they did this thing where one dropped and the other perked, and that was kinda... neat.

"That shit, huh?" Voltehre said ruefully.

Lambert's ears folded down and he growled in frustration, tucking his face lower into his forearms. He was about to tell Voltehre to fuck off when he felt it. A featherlight touch along one ear. It sent a shiver down his spine that ended pleasantly in his tailbone, and he recoiled with a hiss.

"Lambert, I'm sorry," Voltehre said quickly, his hands up, ready to take the beating he was certain he deserved. "They're just so... so soft, and... and I..."

Lambert frowned. Voltehre had always been kinda dorky looking. His sandy blonde hair looked like someone had disassembled a mop and dumped it on his head, and his face was a mess of freckles with two big eyes stuck a little wide. If he'd still been human, he would've been snapped up by some busty milkmaid in a few years and started churning out a bunch of dorky looking replicas. Instead, he sat opposite Lambert, with two blonde-gold ears poking through his hair, one drooping, and Lambert's chest felt a bit... weird.

Lambert reached out slowly and ran his fingertips down that folded ear to the very tip. It was soft. Softer than the rabbit fur lining their boots, even. Voltehre tried to hide his shiver, but Lambert noticed. His ears perked forward. "You like that?"

"Yeah, course I do. You not... not stroked them a bit, y'know? While no one's lookin'." Voltehre circled finger and thumb in the air before him and Lambert huffed. He'd been too busy ignoring their existence to actually touch them. What did Voltehre take him for?

"No, I've not had an ear wank," Lambert said, petulant. Voltehre pulled a face at him and then flung his body forward. They wrestled on the bed, kicking the blankets and the pillows onto the floor until the pallet was bare. Voltehre managed to get Lambert into a headlock, forearm pressed beneath his jaw and then, with a quivering gentleness, began to massage one perked ear.

The tension melted from Lambert's body in begrudging increments. His eyes flickered, struggling to stay open through the waves of sensation unfurling from his ears to his scalp, through his shoulders, down his back. Shit, he could feel it to the very tips of his toes.

"Nice?" Voltehre asked softly. Lambert didn't miss the uncertain waver in his tone, like he'd been agonising over doing this for ages and was now worried he'd fucked up.

"S'alright," Lambert slurred, because maintaining enough sentience to recognise Voltehre's anxiety was challenge enough without having to evaluate his own fucking feelings on the matter.

"Want me to stop?"

"Stop and get bit."

Voltehre grinned. "Okay, okay."

After a while, they gave up the pretence of Voltehre forcing Lambert to stay still. His grip loosened and Lambert rested his head in Voltehre's lap, ears twitching, eyes closed. When he woke up early the next morning, he was tucked beneath a blanket with Voltehre's smaller body curled against his own. And it felt... nice.

If he happened to reach down and stroke Voltehre's big, golden ears until they twitched happily in his fingers, then that was nobody's fucking business, was it? And if the next day, and the next, he shoved his head into Voltehre's hands and growled for attention, then... he was just... that was just a thing they did now, right? Right.

D'you wanna detail more about gullin and the flying and blindness thing for me to take forever to get around to having thoughts about?

For you, Sleepy, I'm going to offer two brief snippets.

The basic release of his powers takes the form of a whirlwind carrying a handful of knives which he directs with his will. With the full release, he becomes the wind.

He *almost* gets there in book 1 of Days of Dusk. Here's a description of his sparring session with Lissan:

Gullin flung a knife towards Lissan, inviting him to step into the attack while he forced him to parry another knife with his Sword. Now this was the tricky part. While Gullin kept six or seven knives in the air at a time, he couldn't focus on more than three to lay out their distinct paths. The others kept spinning in the general vicinity waiting for their turn to be useful. So while Lissan prepared to block the two knives he saw, a third one was coming towards his upper back. It got close. Very close. At which point Lissan pivoted on his heel, let one of the decoys fly past him, blocked the other one with his Sword, and flicked away the last knife with the back of his hand, then shook it as it presumably stung. “Oh, come on!” Gullin shouted. Lissan grinned, his bright eyes alert, gleaming with… enjoyment? He was having fun? Gullin sent three more knives towards him in a quick succession, planning his next move. Maybe he could get more knives to go where he wanted — yes, he wanted to try it, and his opponent was up for it. He felt a thrill, acutely aware of any solid obstacles for the knives, not even seeing them, but mapping the layout in his mind, feeling as the wind moved around them and buffeted them. He rattled the branches on the trees, combed the grass, and carried the birds flying in chevron formation far overhead, all at once. It was a good feeling, almost as if he wasn't standing there, but became the wind itself. Almost. You’ll get there, Greenbird, the Spirit of his Knife, the Wren, chimed in and chirped in delight. He narrowed his eyes and aimed a fourth knife at Lissan’s left bicep. The kid didn’t see it coming. In all fairness, neither did Gullin — the knife vanished entirely into the wind — but he was aware of it. The blade cut into the muscles and Lissan yelped.

And by book 2 he is struggling to find a sparring partner who'd give him a proper challenge. Here's a description fresh off the keyboard (yesterday's NaNoWriMo writing):

Gullin was the wind. He leant into the feeling without reservations, delighting in how right it was. He surfed around the arena, enjoying the even curves of its walls and the perfect hemisphere of the Laerius dome enclosing it from the top. A thought nudged him that this wasn’t right, and that wind shouldn’t be caged like so. He should be free. Later, he countered these thoughts. For now, he had to focus on the lone figure in the middle of the sandy area. He made a sharper turn and hit Lissan directly from behind, in an attempt to use his broad back to put him off balance. Of course Lissan’s reflexes were too good for it to work — he braced himself when the vanguard of air stirred his hair and tickled the skin on his back. Gullin didn’t see him, not in this incorporeal form, but he was aware of him as an obstacle — of the flow of air around him, of the solid block that had to be circumvented. As Lissan settled more firmly on his feet, Gullin sent two smaller gusts towards him from either side; one low, aimed at Lissan’s left shin above the edge of his boot, the other coming towards his right bicep. The gusts were followed by invisible knives. This had to be the full release of Gullin’s power; neither he nor Ivy could imagine any more tricks up his sleeve. Invisible knives, Gullin disappearing entirely into the wind — no, becoming the wind. For anyone other than Lissan, this training would be deadly.

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Last song: Shooting Stars & Fairy Tales by Mrs Greenbird, it's one of my feel-good songs when I need to cheer up :)

Currently watching: Finally started watching The Gilded Age, though I've not got beyond episode 2 so far. I also finally got my dad to watch Downton with me, so I'm doing that whenever I'm home with him

Three ships: Nobody could ever guess my main ship after looking at my blog, that's simply not possible, but it's Cora and Robert from Downton Abbey. No, but all jokes aside, they are my favourite couple.

Apart from Downton, there's also Aziraphale and Crowley from Good Omens (though mainly because of the show and Michael Sheen and David Tennant — they did not have as much chemistry in the book)

Amy and Sheldon from Big Bang Theory. They're both nerds and quite the difficult people on their own, but they're perfect for each other.

Favorite color: this seems to change according to my mood, but most often it's orange, but not the in-your-face sort of tone. I'm more about the subtle hues of the setting sun :)

Currently consuming: the cup of tea I made two hours ago when I sat down to write for a bit. And yes, it is indeed cold, like almost always

First ship: either Hazel Grace Lancaster and Augustus Waters in The Fault In Our Stars or Sam and Rosie from Lord of the Rings. I don't quite know which of those came first

Relationship status: happily single

I tag @adoracora-elizabeth @coffeishowifunction @tabulacarat @ohtobealady @dream-of-ragtime @stormbravr @amieeb @monsterintheballroom @its-because-of-his-lordship plus anyone else who wants to participate

Ő Ő - Trust me, his ass isn't a top. I mean, check this out.

*dashes begins to loom over jota sexily(?)*

/////// - What're you thinking for today, my cute, chubby little greenbird?

- "Dashes" -

[ i-- uh, well, uh..-- i- don't. .think.. ever.- ]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dragonriders of Pern - McCaffrey Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Silvina/Robinton Summary: Silvina ponders growing old.

This was written for me back in 2009. I am a sucker for fics that center Silvina. This was a lovely look at her and the gentle nature of her relationship with Robinton, late in life. Posting for a challenge to rec a fic older than five years.

woooooo expert mode bingo for @thehighfiveproject done!!!! may google cat emojis across the world rejoice that i won’t be copy pasting them any more 🐱

this challenge went a long way to get me out of my comfort zone, both in searching for fics and in commenting on older ones i would have assumed the authors had left the accounts for-- and what do you know, the oldest fics were the ones i got the quickest responses from authors on!

old fic: breathing hard by whereupon (sam/dean, spn)

< 1000 hits: and kirkwall was burning bright by acequeenking (carver/hawke, dragon age 2) (obsessed with the brothers-at-the-end-of-the-world in this fic)

fandom classic: storytime with karkat by greenbird (dave/karkat, homestuck)

underdog trope for AMNESIA: like it was yesterday by nomelon (sam/dean... kind of? spn)

rare pairing: here be monsters by aeli_kindara (dean/benny, spn)

archive warning for UNDERAGE: perspective by deadlybride (sam -> dean/john, spn)

new fic: dawn by saltlordofold (alistair/m!warden, dragon age origins)

<1000 words: the best part of waking up by entropic_saudade (sam/dean, spn x folgers incest coffee commercial)

new to you author: wunjo by whoopsok (sam/dean, spn)

>10,000 words: the smart thing to do by altzfic (wesson/smith, spn)

underdog character for YOSUKE: and worship the trousers that cling to him by ladysisyphus (yosuke/p4mc, persona 4) (included because i have a really hard time liking yosuke and this fic manages it)

outside your fandom: one thousand, three hundred, and fifty-three feet by kyra (ferris/sloane/cameron, ferris buellers day off)

1st person POV: we are by endless_torment (carver/hawke, dragon age 2)

underrated fave: back again by dickbaggins (castiel/cain, sam/dean, cas/sam/dean, spn)

>100,000 words: his shoulders blot out the stars by scorpiod (sam/dean, spn)