#adhd dandelion

[claypigeonpottery]

sold

I have made some lovely mugs, but I think this one might be my very favourite.

the design was a challenge, but sometimes a carving design will just …ring? like, I hate carving words, it grates, but carving all these ridiculous details (the web, the spider) made my brain hum at the right frequency

kinda wish I’d kept it

[hannibard]

JASKIER IS BI CANON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 40

In a modern world, Geralt has been chatting online with a man named "Dandelion" for about four weeks now. They finally worked up the mutual courage to go out for a date... I R L... (shocked gasps from the imaginary audience)

Only, Geralt has been sat alone at the restaurant they agreed upon for about an hour and a half now. All his messages to Dandelion have been ignored. He doesn't want to hope something bad happened to him, but he also doesn't want to hope the man is fine and just decided to blow off Geralt and their date. But then he finally gets a call from Dandelion. "Hi! Geralt! Geralt, Right? I hit the right number? Listen- Um- I locked my keys in the car. I know it sounds like an excuse but it isn't! And the car fixer men can't come until tomorrow, so I was just going to hire an uber, but I can't find my wallet, and I doubt I have the money for it, for see, my darling white wolf, I may have splurged all my money on quite a lovely bouquet to bring you- Um- It's on my kitchen table-" (the sounds of a man clambering and stumbling through his own apartment) "-And so i was going to do the very embarrassing act of asking you to pay for my uber, even though you were already generous enough to offer to pay for the entire meal, and so I decided I'd think on it and try and find my wallet again after my shower, but see then I fell in the shower, and I- Well, to be honest, I think I might have broken my arm, um- I think I need a raincheck? And can I borrow money for an uber to the hospital? I'll pay it back, I swear!" Long story short, Geralt's first date with this 'Dandelion' guy he's had a massive crush on for weeks, is driving him to the hospital and checking him in. The worst part of it all is that Jaskier (Dandelion's real name*) is so charming, that Geralt can't even be upset about the whole situation. *Geralt soon learns that "Julian" is Jaskier's 'real' real name, when he ends up helping Jaskier write out his medical forms, but this is all just semantics.

[teatitty]

I do like to think that Dandelion being so well versed in stories and rhymes and songverse and languages has aided Geralt on jobs before because Geralt will be complaining about some guy whose wife disappeared and all he has to go on are a bunch of feathers left in her room and Dandelion will go "oh like a crane wife!" and Geralt's like "what" so Dandelion tells him all about the crane wife trope in bardic tales and Geralt's like. Well goddamn I think you might be right

Sometimes solving a curse means asking a mage for help and other times you just gotta turn to your academic bardic bestie to learn about Sleeping Beauty and True Love's Kiss

[sofiasfanartcollection]

after much self-reflection and research I have discovered that I have audhd <3

I drew River to celebrate ♾️🌈 :]

[beepsparks]

Everything is fine and Dandy.

[yuga2000]

Fluttershy + Nature Stimboard 🌸🦋🎀

SFW /SRS

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[rocambolestim]

Non italo/euro disco related stimboard: Shaymin (Sky Forme) from Pokémon stimboard (Self indulgent!)

(I will not be id-ing any gifs like my other blogs so i can save time,sadly)

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[bl4th3rs]

This gif of a sheep knocking down a chair stimboard!

I don’t really have anything to say with this one except that my requests are still open!!! <3

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[islenthatur]

Write a new fic... must make a banner!

We’ve all read the stories where Jaskier collects Witchers, well my friends this is where the Companions of Witcher’s Collect Jaskier.

OR

The one where Roach loves her noisy-foal and so do the others.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44239222

[hanzajesthanza]

headcanons for dandelion (julian)'s backstory + meeting countess de stael

credit to @toussaintred for countess de stael headcanons :)

julian was a son of noble birth - an only son, as after his mother gave birth to him, she was unable to have other children. his father died when he was young, and thus throughout his childhood his mother placed undue pressure on him to grow up and fill his father's shoes, expecting him to be able to fulfill a political role which required a lot of serious matters, paperwork, and sitting in one place for a long time.

but julian was an artistic soul and these kinds of work and expectations of him were tortuous, for both him and those around him. his teachers and tutors constantly claimed that he had great potential, but just lacked discipline.

to their frustration, this boy seemed to be a kind of savant. he was able to memorize long passages of literature even their masters could not, he could identify and describe noble escutcheons and coats of arms from the buina to the jaruga, and he could even reckon geographic distance and tally days without the use of an abacus. in spite of these so-seemed natural talents, he earned the reputation of a lazy and unapplied student, as he was fond of daydreaming, slacking off, and insolently joking with his tutors. in class, he would stretch in his chair and sigh, and out of class, he would leave studies for the last moments before due.

in julian's point of view, the family grounds and court were stifling. when not pacing around them, he would climb the rooftops of the castle in an attempt to get to the highest vantage point just for a chance to see beyond the misty horizon. it was also here that he was able to evade the demands of his mother and various pedagogues, who were determined to keep him to a schedule.

he was taught music from an early age, as was befitting of a child of high birth to be well-educated and knowledgable of the creative arts. (change next sentences depending on your interpretation of dandelion's birth sex) much to his mother's disappointment, he was not interested in the other activities befitting a nobleman, and when it came to education in swordplay, he was fond of intentionally dropping his sword when sparring, or hiding in the grass when it came time for lessons. | he was educated in poetry and rhyming schemes, but often argued that a stuffy alcove was no place to learn and demanded that they sit in the gardens. to the exasperation of his tutors, this often ended in his escape when he grew bored.

at this time, he did not take it too seriously. partially because of his disdain for his mother's expectations of him, julian was not concerned with much. confronted with a perceived lifetime of desk work and political ambassadorship ahead of him, he aspired to little beyond next morning's breakfast and trying to gain the attention of the girls around the estate. it seemed a futile attempt to try to prolong youth as far as he could, as he dreaded the boredom and monotony of adulthood. best to enjoy the charming spring flower meadows and company of giggling girls now, he supposed.

this philosophy of his changed when he met the countess de stael.

she was tall, dark-haired, and graceful - her deep red gown was sumptuously cut with fashionable slashes, and her long hair rustled with every step. a mature woman, not prone to giggling with fervor and blush like the girls julian was used to - her deep throaty laugh and amused smile, accented with dark red lipstick, pleased the ears and eyes.

she contradicted his every expectation of nobility. instead of being reserved, severe, and joyless, blind beyond her own nose and with a permanent grimace attached to her lips, she emanated warmth, pleasure, and worldly charm.

was he in love? perhaps, one befitting of youth. but in his love for her, he found love for himself. for the countess' joie de vivre extended beyond appearances; she was an exceptionally well-travelled, having been received by kings and queens from kovir to rivia. she could play various instruments and knew multiple compositions by heart, along with all of the great works of literature and history. perhaps most curiously, she had never married; only taken a long line of lovers with seemingly no beginning and no end. owing to this, she had never settled in one castle or manor; instead, she toured with her fortune and enjoyed whatever the road had to offer.

it did not take long for julian's curiosity to get the best of him, and he approached the countess in conversation. impulsively, foolishly. but she appreciated his candor. and in a manner somewhat uncharacteristic for the young julian, he did not approach her with base flirtation. he respected her too much. though his cheeks burned when they were near.

he asked her questions. about life, desire, beauty, the world... and poetry, which, of course, encompasses all aforementioned. in many ways, the countess was the first who understood him for who he was. and who he wanted to become. they spent long hours talking. she enjoyed his amusing mannerisms. and his questions were always interesting. she tutored him in poetry, and his curiosity and inspiration grew.

meanwhile, julian's relationship with his mother worsened. he was of an age to attend academy, but had put off the enrollment, always finding (or fabricating) an excuse to push it to the next year. but this year, he was ready. though it wasn't as his mother had hoped.

when he finally commanded the boldness to tell her he was leaving to study poetry, she did not even turn to look at him. he had expected more: a reproachful gaze, a snide smile. when he finally saw her face, it was dull and expressionless. it was as if she had already known his plans for a long time. for once, she did not scold her lazy son's stupidity, denounce his ineptitude, or scoff contemptuously at his insolence. she sighed, walked to her desk, and from a top drawer produced a small, thin document. it had already been prepared.

without hesitation, he left. without hesitation, he signed away his right to his family name. to his coat of arms. to his lands and estates, forests and castles. all which was his by birth was no longer his. by the terms of the agreement, all which was to be his was the tuition to attend oxenfurt. after four years of study, he would never again receive a single penny from his family. and post-graduation, he was not to use his nobly-given name to sign his ballads.

with a stroke of his pen, julian agreed to the terms. legally, he had lost it all. but he felt as if he had gained everything.

he left the countess de stael a poem. his first poem. it was a shoddy work, still untrained and still unperfected, but it did the trick. it told a story of inspiration, muses, love, and beauty. about desire, taste, and experience. about names, identities, and families. it expressed gratitude, farewell, and

he left it open-faced, unfolded, asking to be read. and at the bottom, it was signed:

dandelion.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 80

Jaskier has a hard time falling asleep, especially when in the middle of a project. Geralt makes sure Jaskier is quiet doing whatever he does when he stays up, and only then can Geralt rest. At first, Geralt had no idea what was wrong with the bard. Jaskier will stay up for hours and hours and hours, and yet be saddened by waking up late, or being tired when woken early. "I didn't want to stay up so late." "Then why did you?" Geralt just didn't fucking understand it. Until he started to like Jaskier, and learn about Jaskier. Now it worried him more than anything. Perhaps it was medical.. Or a curse.. Jaskier has... Q u i r k s... Geralt isn't sure if it's a bard thing.. Or a human thing.. But it's a Jaskier thing, that's for sure. Jaskier is staying up one night again, when Geralt takes his song journal away, and scoops him up. "Geralt!" His bard squawks, but Geralt doesn't care for his complaints. He'll be sad in the morning if Geralt doesn't help him. Geralt carries him to the bedrolls, and places him down. Only then Geralt can rest. "...But if I don't finish the song tonight-" Jaskier says, trying to get up. Geralt huffs, and wraps his arm around Jaskier, keeping him down. "Go to bed, Jask." Jaskier stares for a moment, before laying down, and within minutes, he's deeply asleep. Only then Geralt can rest.

[volant-endeavor]

'Sunflower studying'

I'm trying to just let info about her float to me. Today it was that she is left handed but can use both ( right is just less neat) and that her hair used to be different. She was pretty socially isolated for the first year I think.

[just-creative-julia]

If you could be a weed, what would you be and why?

So this is one of those self-analysing questions, in which you can think about the properties of a certain weed. And how similar you are in your day to day life. Upon reflection of this question, I think I am most like or would aspire to be a dandelion.

My reasons for this are this:

1. They help your grass to grow. I get such a dopamine hit from helping people. I love a bit of conflict resolution. And I get such a reward from helping people get to the root cause of the problem! In the same way that a dandelion with take hardy soil and fertilise it, I love to do the same with helping people. Breakfast down their problems until there is rich soil, ripe for planting!

2. A while ago, before I really discovered my neurodivergence, I had a revelation about being a wild flower, not a weed. The idea that I am free to seed where I choose. A dandelion must be the one that has this in abundance! All it needs is a curious child or playful adult to blow the seeds!

3. Which goes onto my next point, I am playful by nature. My creativity resides in imagination, fantasy, whimsy. So I would of course choose a weed that has this playful element to it!

4. Dandelions are hardy. I can totally relate to this! For me, the main thing that keeps me bouncing back is my faith as a Christian. Either way, no matter what rubbish life throws at me, I try to dust myself off and keep plodding on! I would say a lot of late identifying adults of neurodivergence probably have this quality too. As we have thus far had to just keep going, not understanding why life can be so hard. But also, never having had any accommodations for the struggle either!

So, which wild flower/weed are you most like? A daisy? A buttercup? Heather? I’m curious to hear your thoughts!

[nevernoneart]

DAY 26: REMOVE - There was only ever one choice for “remove”, the humble Dandelion. What’s the one plant everyone thinks is a weed and pulls it? What do you do when you see the seed-head? Yep.

Dandelions are thought to have evolved 30 million years ago. They were used by the ancient Egyptians, Greeks and Romans, and there are records from traditional Chinese medicine of them being used over a thousand years ago. The whole plant is edible, nutritious and widely used in medicine around the world. Their seeds have even inspired flight engineers and drone designers! They really are an amazing plant, which you don’t really think of when they’re taking over your plant pots.

I also knew from the off what this character was going to look like. They had to have insane dandelion type hair, and I wanted them to look like a wee mob enforcer, someone small yet tough who’s not to be messed with. Dandelion kid is now another one of my favourites.

[carebeardean]

Charles saying “you’re the smart one” and Edwin saying “he’s right I don’t always know what I’m doing” in the devlin house is so telling because like. Charles learned how to navigate a pocket universe! Charles comes up with using the lighthouse jar to trap the dandelion spirits! when they find the ghost devouring fungus, Charles is the one to identify it as the mushroom god!

Charles is smart! he just has a shitty dad in his head telling him otherwise!

Edwin memorizes information-the path out of hell, their books on supernatural creatures-as a coping mechanism. Books were probably a great comfort to him as a kid. Studying was the one thing he could control.

Schools tend to reward kids who memorize information, which is probably difficult when you’re dealing with, I don’t know, an abusive dad, and a whopping case of PTSD and the accompanying memory loss, AND likely some racist teachers who assumed he’s stupid or lazy and don’t care why he was having trouble reading (adhd) or why the kid in the back of class is falling asleep (dad screaming all night). I’m super normal and not protective of him btw. (lying)