#dandelion break

[ladytemeraire]

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20. favourite things about the night?

The quiet. The peace. The way things settle, slow, soothe into a softer and gentler rhythm.

The way the heat and humidity drop, reducing sensory overstimulation and encouraging me to go outside while (after a certain hour) also meaning the insects that I react badly to are far less likely to be around to bite me. (I have borderline allergic reactions to certain insect bites, including mosquitoes, and while I recognize they are part of the ecosystem I also try to limit my exposure both to them and to pesticides/insect repellants as much as possible.)

The release of immediate constraints and deadlines (see also: "revenge bedtime procrastination"), freeing me from the need to be "on" in a social sense or worry about someone checking in on me and my progress, so I am more likely to pursue both personal and externally structured goals.

Being able to walk Sadie around our neighborhood without fear of other dogs, or random pedestrians, or motorcycles whizzing by at peak hours.

Related: the knowledge that if Sadie does react to something while we're on a walk, it's a legitimate issue, there is Something There, because she doesn't bark at nothing, and in the dark I can trust her instincts and senses over my own vision (vs the daylight, where I generally rely on my own reaction and perception to intercept triggers before she can react to them).

Being able to enjoy the outdoors in peace and stillness in a way that's not always possible during daytime hours.

The soft susurration of crickets and cicadas and frogs; seeing bats and night-flying birds dart about in their regular pursuits and hearing their noises as they go.

Watching lightning bugs/fireflies dance over any open space available, during the few months they are around.

The ability and freedom in all seasons, since I live in a relatively rural area, to step outside and (to paraphrase Walt Whitman) wander off by myself, in the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, look up in perfect silence at the stars.

Thank you so much for asking!

[Questions I think it would be fun to be asked]

[ladytemeraire]

@kintatsujo​

Good turt

[maybeasunflower]

Dandelion break

Time to go and look at more brassicas.

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[omnificent-orion]

Don't ever forget. Wherever you go…

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[geraskierfanficprompts]

Jaskier never makes promises. He literally never says the word “promise”, and he swears no oaths.

It’s a subtle quirk. It takes Geralt years to notice. When he points it out, Jaskier says with false levity, “I guess I don’t.”

From the bard’s body language, Geralt can see he doesn’t want to talk about it, so the topic is dropped.

Years later—after Geralt screams his fury at Jaskier—the bard says in a broken voice, “Don’t worry, Geralt. I promise not to bother you anymore.”

The promise sears itself onto Geralt’s soul like a brand. One made of chaos, and he can feel it become binding.

Geralt whips around, but Jaskier was gone.

There are a few moments of confusion before Geralt realizes what just happened. Jaskier had promised, and that promise was sealed with chaos. Only the Fae have such an ability.

YESSSSSSS i love this Geralt has to track down Jaskier and prove that Jaskier doesn't bother him, and thus the promise is still ringing true, even as they continue traveling together

[ladytemeraire]

@kintatsujo

[ladytemeraire]

And part 2! I think she likes it 😊

[heybiji]

bed head

[nutsuya]

content. f! reader, no warnings, nothing. I’m in love this big ball of sunshine ;;

thinking about moving to a new place, sharing a little rooftop garden with your new neighbor — the upbeat guy that always seems to have an extra smile tucked in his back-pocket, umemiya. ray of sunshine that he is, his side is always blooming and growing, and yours simply pales in comparison to his. so much, that you almost considered forgoing the idea of taking the only spot next to his lot. gardening has always been a struggle for you but it’s ‘one of those things™’ that you do even when you’re not good at it just because the mere act of it makes you happy.

overtime, you start to wonder why your plants seem a little happier by the day, finally seeing that one stubborn seed sprout after over a month of perseverance — well, 50% persevering, 50% crying in agony. you suppose it has something to do with you resorting to doing ‘bountiful harvest rituals 101’ in your desperation, which mostly consisted of whispering sweet nothings to the dirt. but you, of sound mind, know that there must be more to it.

after thorough investigation (a.k.a. hiding behind the rooftop’s rusty ol’ toolshed) you find out that your golden retriever of a neighbor has been secretly tending your side, whispering sweet nothings to the dirt. it seems that ‘bountiful harvest rituals 101’ does work after all.

you even overhear him tell your little seedling, “can’t wait to see the smile on her face once she sees how big you’ve grown!”

[ladytemeraire]

Oh this got very concerned headtilts from my dog, 10/10

[084392]

just some quick pmd2 sunflora fusions...

[gojisaurus]

matching t shirts

[gossip-girl-of-middleearth]

Hear me out… it’s the same character

[ladytemeraire]

@kintatsujo​

Box turtles hibernate deep in the ground

[ladycibia]

We love you Cibia and hope life gets a little easier and calms down soon ❤️

Thank you ;v; I'm looking forward to summer vacation!

[dearsi]

A certain duchess is brought up again and again.