#i was feeling somft today so here

[letitrainathousandflames]

I wish you a soft bed, clean sheets, a cool pilow against your cheek. An uninterrupted, recharging night's sleep. A gentle, lazy morning of dewdrops and birdsong to wake up to. I wish you a new day, a new chance, a new beginning.

[accio-victuuri]

CHILDREN’S DAY CANDIES. 🍭🍬

let’s call this part one of today’s cpns cause i’m waiting for xzs side to share stuff and knowing that LOZ just wrapped, we might get something on that too. but i can’t wait to scream about these! good turtles really got the sweets for today!

let the two cute babies invite you in… ⬇️⬇️⬇️

to those who have no idea what this holiday is about, then this might help you.

starting off the day with yibo’s audi ad. he really remains unbothered despite all the chaos, it’s business as usual on his side. and that is the reality of his life: it goes on. no matter what happens or who try to bring him down. he will continue to shine ✨ the story for the ad was so interesting, it was so nice to see him “cooking” and it’s giving me flashbacks to his other efforts. this is more of me as a cpf thinking about how yibo could also be making an effort on his own to cook, even if it’s not elaborate dishes. the fandom loves to paint xz as the “wife” who does the cooking but maybe yibo does too? and that grocery scene? AAHHHHHHH! domestic yizhan is my weakness. so while they walk into a store all dressed up like that, the thought makes me somft. considering there is a possibility too that they will be in the same city soon 🙏🏼

then xzs reposted menghai’s anniversary post which some are saying is unusual for them but who knows. WHAT GETS ME THO IS THE CAPTION. the fuck.

WHO FAMOUSLY SAID THIS? to the point that it became a tagline for the fandom. Yibo. Yibo during all the drama that happened during Hidden Blade’s showing:

WYB: like what the director & that audience said, a movie can create a lot of thoughts but u still need to continue with ur life. for Wuming, i hope we can exchange sincerity with sincerity. we made this movie with our heart, so we sincerely hope that people will like the movie.

I’m not sure if this is some usual line or saying in 🇨🇳 with some literary relevance but the fact that it is associated with WYB gets me! XZS is known to do really good captions but using this? after all that happened with magnolia noms? i think it is not a coincidence. this feels like an indirect message. i am positive that they really intend to wish menghai a happy anniversary but the hidden meaning is not lost on me.

not only that…. they seem to match yibo-official’s caption too.

The wind blowing in the wilderness // The wind galloping in the wilderness 🍃

the wind. in the mainland, WOF title is called Wind Chaser. i can understand it from YBO’s perspective and why that was included. but XZS? another coincidence????

and the caption for YBO had a paper plane which is a symbol that we associate with them 🫶🏼 ( i have a post for this but i cannot find it lol. if someone here does, please comment. )

and as for the drawing, it’s very common for cpf to think that xz made it. not saying that ybo has no team of his own that can do it for him, but more of this is xz’s love language. making art for the person he adores. the fact that the t-shirt chibi yibo was wearing is inspired by that video of him dancing in 2011 was a nice touch.

the cartoon was supposed to be based on the photo which was from the olympics performance rehearsal — but to make it fit the Children’s Day theme, that was added. it is made by someone who loves him!

not to mention some other details that stood out to us. i bet you can analyze each in every composition of it and make a cpf analysis but these are the interesting bits:

but i’m more partial to that pig nose on the shoes! hahahahaha! when fans tease yibo, he becomes a pig instead of a lion/panther and this cheeky addition i feel like can only be added by someone close to him. a person who can get away with it 😂😂😂

the photo used had him with the green/pink shoes! plus the video shared, THAT HAT! ( i linked part 3 of my cpn post in but parts 1&2 are there for those who are not familiar or want a refresher) ! he is showing off again! can’t blame him tho.

sources: one / two / three / four

-END.

[fff777]

reaction part 2 to tds3 dream sketch 3

clingy mark :3 it's also funny seeing mark giving jungwoo shit :P i feel like he's often getting teased so it's rare for him to get the upper hand lol.

johnny's here too :3 also why jenle standing like that

jungwoo just kept naming the title tracks so the dreamies were like "...do you even know any of our songs"

johnmark :3

nohyuck morning hugs

trophy wife

i was jamming to the bungee track during this part of the video. there was no singing but i figured out it was bungee.

more nohyuck

is he being cute

puppy and bunnycat

as is customary

mark kept starting the sentence while showing off the gifts sent by polo ralph lauren. they are cute :3

markno X3

na jaemin twerk with pink backpack

chenji handhold success 👍

jensung heart

😭

gasp

these cheesy fucking marrieds

😭

new hair for jeno on this day. also why are you wearing glasses you fool, you don't even need them

LMAO (i'm laughing because they're twinning)

this was haechan. good for him.

somft and flumffy. also yes show your forehead

jaemle were holding hands and dancing as haechan sidled up and jaemin was like now what's all this

blue wave <3 look at hamji's cute little squishy smile

cat ears for today

and then dog ears

[pugwitharug]

Excuse me I want to make a request of Félix, anisa, sage and lucan with a mc who is a single mother / father, who at some point introduces his son / daughter, who was the result of a previous relationship (probably toxic), I hope it is not a bother for you.

It's not a bother at all! Don't worry about it, I love taking requests, please don't be shy about asking. Also sorry for taking a while I apparently drank a whole gallon of Motivation For The Wrong Thing Juice and couldn't get myself to do anything else.

GN Reader, GN child as well to cover all the bases, I won't go into what the previous relationship entailed and just let that be up to everyone's imagination

☠️Felix Iskander Escellun☠️

You two have been dating for a while, let's say a few months, and it's going well. You've really grown closer to each other with all the shit that goes on with him, through family trauma, through his magical practices, through dealing with Stella

But there's still one thing that you have to do

Felix probably knows about your child from you talking about it, but he's never actually met them. To be honest, he's a little nervous to. He knows he's not the best role model, and he's afraid that he wouldn't know how to interact with them and make them hate him

You two realize that you can't leave that third party out for much longer, so you plan a visit. You bring your child out to Fathom, where Felix resides, for lunch. You brought all the ingredients to make a meal that all three of you will like cuz Felix likely has a bare fridge, or a fridge with the weirdest combination of foods

Oh he's so nervous.......please put a hand on his shoulder and kiss his cheek and tell him it's alright. Physically shake the anxiety out if you have to

If your kid is an infant/toddler, Felix would be even more nervous. He doesn't know what to do with a baby! How do you hold it? And what if the child hates him? And they're so messy, oh my gods--

But like....the image of him with a baby sleeping on his chest while he takes a nap.........baby clutching his shirt or their blankie.............somft.................

If your kid's like 5-11, he's a little less nervous. They're a little easier to talk to and he always encourages the questions they ask

They ask why bones are white or something like this and you find Felix and your child three hours later going down a rabbit hole and somehow ending up at the acidity of different types of dirt. You didn't even know there were different types of dirt

If your kid is a preteen/teenager, he completely understands the awkwardness that comes with just being at that age, and however they might feel about him. He won't pressure them to interact with him, but if they ever want to, he's always free to talk

It's not easy to leave a toxic relationship, and it's not always easy to go on with life afterwards. Having a kid that can remind you of that time, those times of tension and anger and sadness, can't help either. You love your kid so deeply, of course, but Felix is always there if you need to vent

He also offers to hex your previous partner. Make them feel all that they did to you, all at once, never to end :)

He will never ever make you feel bad for having a child from a previous relationship. He's been in relationships before, and even though he hasn't had any children from it, he will never blame you or be mad at you

He loves you, and if he's welcome, he will love your child like his own

⚔️Anisa Anka⚔️

Anisa's had a long day of being a kickass knight and protecting every corner of Porrima. On her way back to her apartment, she decides to grab a little treat for the two of you. You're gonna go on a date later today and she loves surprising you with little gifts :3

The box of sweets under her arm, she pulls out her keys and is about to put it in the keyhole when she hears your voice from inside

She frowns a little. She wasn't expecting you. Not that you're not welcome, you definitely are! She just didn't think you'd be here so early. Hearing your voice, she figures the door is still unlocked and opens it

You're there, trying to organize one of the many piles laying on the floor (this one looks to be clothes--the problem is she doesn't know whether they're clean or dirty), and there's...a child. On her bed.

Lovely.

You're frantically apologizing for barging in unannounced, your sink suddenly wouldn't stop and it flooded your kitchen and you had to leave the house with your kid today so the kitchen could be fixed and you didn't know where else to go and you're so sorry, and she can barely hear you over her mind analyzing the child

She can immediately tell it's yours from their facial features--you two have the same chin and eyes--and if you look closely you can see her hair poof just a little bit. It's like a mini you, on her bed! She doesn't exactly know what feeling she's having, but it's some form of happy? She thinks?

She tells you not to worry about it at all, you two are always welcome here. Really she should be the one apologizing for not cleaning up

She'd do well with all ages of kids! She likes kids and if she could, she'd want to have one with you :3

Here sign this petition to let Anisa hold a baby she will cry I will cry we will all cry

Babies and toddlers she will coo at and play all the silly little games with them and listen to them babble nonsense and carry a whole conversation with them. It's important for their development!

In-the-middle kids are taught how to spar with a little wooden sword. She uses a training sword from the Sunstone Order and spars with them. Obviously she lets them win a lot to hear them celebrate. They do it just like you

Teenagers are taken around Porrima! They complain a little bit about how they've lived here their whole life and they know where everything is, but all that stops when Anisa takes them to her favorite hole-in-the-wall restaurant and gives them some food they've never had before

If the child knows that their other parent is bad and is like "my (other parent) is evil and I hate that I'm related to them"......oh boy does that hit her hard. She completely sympathizes with that, and she sits them down and tells them what her partner told her when she was struggling: who your parents are does not define who you are. Only you do. Whose blood you have in your body doesn't mean shit

She will protect you and your kid if the partner tries to come near. She is your knight, and it is her job to protect everyone

🍻Sage Lesath🍻

Sage has never really considered himself a family man. He sleeps around a lot, leaving the bed during the first rays of dawn, not looking back at his source of warmth for the night. Of course, all that changed when he met you. Now, sometimes, he wants to imagine a life with the two of you growing old together, travelling the world, hand in hand for the rest of your lives

Even so, he's not so sure how he feels about kids. He wouldn't mind them if you really wanted one, but I don't think he thinks of himself as a good dad. He did his best with Tulsi, but that was a whole different scenario. Being a dad in a normal house, a normal living situation...would he even be able to do that?

He's never met your kid before, but you talk about them a lot. You update him on how they're doing at school, what's going on with them and their friends. He never asks to see them though, he doesn't wanna put that type of pressure on you

So when you show up to whatever tavern he's staying the night at now with a kid next to you without telling him in advance, he's a little surprised

You apologize for bringing them out of the blue, the person who was gonna watch over them had to cancel at the last minute and you didn't have time to buy ingredients for dinner and hey, this place has halfway decent food, so you brought them here

It might be a little awkward for Sage because he didn't have time to prepare himself, but he'll be better the rest of the times he sees the kid

Despite what it may seem like, I think he's pretty good with babies and toddlers. He lets them play with his hair and ears and tail, he's patient enough but he will make them stop if it gets too much. Kitty's ears are sensitive

Kids are drawn to him like mosquitoes to light. This is canon and no one can convince me otherwise

Anyways yeah he's the best with little kids. He likes playing games with them and running around with them and helping them climb trees and helping them down when they get stuck. He's especially great with the Ilephta kids who also have zoomies

He sees angsty sad teenagers like little siblings, which we'll say your child is because who wasn't at that stage in life? He'll sit them down and give them all the advice he has in life, which is mainly which bars have the best drinks for cheapest and what stores have the lightest security

You love him you swear but please stop telling your child how to rob a store--

He sees no reason not to see your child as his own. He doesn't equate blood to relationships, he has Tulsi as a prime example, and as long as he cares for the child, that's all that matters

If your previous partner comes anywhere close to you, he will be [] close to breaking their jaw. Don't mess with him :3 he's a trained mercenary :3 he will bite their head off :3

🐯Lucan de Bhaldraithe🐯

It took you a while to trust Lucan. His height and muscles and general toughness make him seem mean and quick to punch, and it took quite a few interactions with him to see through that. Now you know him as he actually is: a puppy in the body of a buff ass Ilephta who loves animals and making his friends smile

He opened his arms and his heart and his home to you when you knew you were having a rough time and...gods, you love this man so much

The home thing didn't come till a few months into the two of you dating. You mentioned something about you not feeling the safest at your current living place; the lock doesn't work properly and there's been a spike in crime in the area, and he immediately offers for you and your child to live with him. He has an extra room for your child to stay in, and he's been getting a little lonely when you're not there :(

You tell him you couldn't bother him like that, but he insists on it. He confesses to you that he really wanted to meet your child for a while, but didn't want to push both of you if you were uncomfortable with it. He really does take great consideration about both of you feeling comfortable around him

How could you say no to him?

The next week he helps you and your child move into his home, and you can begin life as a somewhat normal family

I've said it before (yes I'm plugging in my own shit shut up) that Lucan would be good with babies. Sign this other petition to let Lucan hold a baby. Listen to him sing them to sleep in the middle of the night when he's about to fall asleep himself cuz his singing voice is that effective. Watch him take a nap in a rocking chair with the baby in his arms. Watch me cry at the cuteness

Ooooooooooh he loves little kids. He thinks they're so fun and they think he's so fun and your child would love him. He runs them ragged, teaches them important survival skills that Elowen taught him when he was that age, encourages their natural curiosity and their handfuls of random questions. Like Felix he would want to actually know the answer but I don't think he knows how to properly research lol

Also, like Sage, he sees your preteen or teen child as a little sibling. It's a little weird for him cuz he was always the little sibling and now he's like the middle and he's not entirely sure what to do. He gives them advice (better advice than Sage's) and helps them on their adult journey. Even though he doesn't have long before they're out on their own, he wants to help them grow into a great person, however he can

He asks Elowen if this is what it was like taking care of him and she says "no you were worse" he was a stinky baby lol

His big arms allow for big hugs, and he makes you feel so safe when you wake up in the middle of the night from nightmares about.....them.......he helps ground you, helps you remember that you're safe and free from them

You know he can be terrifying even when he doesn't wanna be, so you know he's extra terrifying when he spots someone trying to come near you with anything within eleven degrees of maliciousness. You have to physically jump on his back and cover his eyes when it's not the right person to get him to stop

He already let you get hurt once, he's not letting it happen again

[kung-fu-headcanons]

Tai lung x Mei Mei Hcs plz I had a bad week.

Awh :( I hope things get better for you 💕 (and also that these headcanons help cheer you up!)

Easily the most chaotic ship ever. Legit if Tai Lung decided that today was a good day to commit crimes Mei Mei would join just for the thrill of it LMBOO

I can imagine Tai Lung being in jail and calling her to get him via a bail or something and she's just like "didn't you say you were too handsome to get caught and arrested" JAHAHAHA- she might leave him hanging for a few days before she does smth to get them out

You would NEVER have guessed they were dating. They never do anything that a stereotypical couple does and if they do call each other pet names you'd just assume it was part of their friendship dynamic or whatever

Like it's just a part of their personal, matches Mei Mei perfectly since she's kind of a flirty gal, and then for Tai Lung he'd do it to p!ss you off LOL.

Their entire relationship is just:

Tai Lung: I woke up today and chose VIOLENCE. I WILL COMMIT ARSON AND BURN EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND!!! I AM ANGRY-

Mei Mei: Awwwh, you're so adorable! Come over here and give me a hug~

Tai Lung: wh- what? nO, yOURE SUPPOSED TO BR AFRAID OF ME! TREMBLE BEFORE MY WRATH-

Tai Lung x Mei Mei shippers, probably: [recording] This is so cute.

Trust me when I say Tai Lung cannot cook for sh/t, he will literally burn the kitchen and then the whole village either on accident or out of anger, could be a combination of both tbh. That's why Mei Mei does the cooking, and her food is THE BOMB.

Mei Mei is probably the only person that takes a genuine interest in him despite his past, like yes we have Shifu who loved him like a father but we all know how the story goes with the Dragon Warrior thing

He feels like Mei Mei actually understands him, and that's the beauty of it all

I think it would be really cute if Mei Mei talked Tai Lung into recognizing his mistake and apologizing to Shifu so he can rebuild their father-son connection 🥺 but like at the same he tried to kill him so- I don't think that's too great of an idea

Mei Mei is highly aware that Tai Lung is genuinely crap at driving but she lets him do it anyways because drifting off the road at 70 mph is such a blast yk? Aren't bicycle cart things the replacement for cars in the KFP verse? I have no idea tbh but uhm whatever lol just imagine the two of them biking down a steep hill at incredible speeds

Mei Mei loves the thrill of Tai Lung's chaotic and sometimes illegal acts of "fun" it's an adventure every day for her. Don't worry she makes sure Tai Lung stays within the law.. somehow.. not too sure how she does it tbh but she does!

She's always been a wild spirit and when wild spirit meets wild (and chaotic for that matter) spirit, then you know it's a y e s

Mei Mei is the first to find Tai Lung's softer side. Not a surprise but I'd like to think she took him to the peach groves for the first time and he just became a somft big kitty

[jaysavex]

Hellooo it's me(🍒) I just want you to know that I opnined my tumbie today and reading your tags made me smile so much that I accidentally tossed my phone and couldn't find it for a good while (it was beHIND NY PILLOW WHAT THE FUCK I'm still mad about that BUT anyway

I've bee, n following you for a while now andhave been wanting to let you know YOUR.R ART IS SO LOVEY AND ASLO VERY AEETHETIC AND ADORABLE AND ABSOLUTE EYECANDY, BY THE WAY, AND I LOVE. HOW YOU DRAW THEM THEYRE SO CUTE AND SOMFT AND?? yoU DRAW ON YOUR PHONE WHAY THE FUCK IOUR ART IS GORGIS I COULD NEVER oUGH and this seemed like a good time to finallyet you know (I have wanted to scream at u for a rlly long time like. RLLY long I am just stupidly shy)

Any way get got you absolutely stunning jestie bestie moot🫀🫀❤️‍🔥this was a lot but I am not (just like a little bit kind of you know ) sorry

U ARE LITERALLY THE CUTEST THINF WVER HELLO HI OH MY GOD I'M PUTTING U IN MY POCKET AND UR NEVER LEAVING OH MY GODHSBFHKS BRO,,, I had?? No idea we were mutuals????? I'm such a dumbass who doesn't know how Tumblr works hellO???????????????? In absolute SHAMBLES rn this has made my week?? My month???? Year?? Hmbfjskh I adore u you're mine now I'm putting u in a tupperware container and feeding u grass like a little lizard I found on the porch

I LOVE UR ART SM TOO!!!! IT'S SO!!!!! !!! !!!!!!!!!!!!! ! HEMFNJSK!!!!!!!!! literally I wanna stuff it in my mouth like a squirrel n hoard it for the winter AA it's so pretty and sketchy and scrumptious and stylized and cool and perfect and ur expressions make me feel so many things like seriously they're so ridiculously funny how do u do it!!!! how come u haven't yelled at me sooner holy fuck scream at me all u want!! It's not a lot dwbi!!!!!!!! I'm kind of a lot too actually sorry for writing sm!!!!!!!! I'm gonna yell at u somuch more now I hope u know that, brace yourself >:(💖💖 this was a delight to read thank u thank u thanku, never be shy again you're more than welcome here I'll buy u pudding cups and give y fresh water 💖💖✨💖✨✨💖💖✨✨✨💖✨💖💖

[whumperooni]

Little Omega being distressed so her Aloha rubs herself all over her to cover her in his scent before fucking her for hours and knotting her over and over so she forgets everything that makes her feel bad, imma let you choose which character fits the scenario I trust you

ty ty ty for your trust nonny ♡♡♡

sorry i took so long getting to this! it’s a little short, but I hope it’s okay!

Pairing: Kirishima x Reader

Tags/Warnings: a/b/o, knotting, crybaby reader, somft

Word count: 1.1k

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It’s been a bad day. A really, really bad day. So bad that you exploded into tears whenever you got home. So bad that hiccuping sobs had you shaking as you curled up into bed, hugged a pillow to your chest.

Nothing went right today. Nothing has gone right all week, actually. It’s been so awful and you’ve tried to keep your head up, but being yelled at by your boss and being humiliated in front of your peers finally broke you and now you can’t do anything more than sniffle and whimper, cry like a pathetic little thing.

You’re still crying by the time your alpha gets home- still bawling like a child whenever he strolls into the apartment and calls out your name. You try to compose yourself- you really do- but even with your efforts you can’t stop and your alpha wanders into the bedroom to find tears streaming down your cheeks, distress and upset radiating off of you in thick waves.

“Oh, baby, what’s wrong?”

Everything is wrong, but you can’t get it out- all you can do is hiccup out a sob as your alpha approaches, whine and throw yourself on him when he gets close enough for you to do so.

“Baby?”

You sniffle and you burrow your head into his broad chest, spill tears all over his sweatshirt. Having him so close means you’re engulfed in his scent and that helps a little, at least- your shoulders still shake and your lips still tremble, but your crying slows as you inhale the scent of cloves and musk, leather and the slight hint of metal he carries.

“Alpha!”

Large arms wrap around you and lips find your hair, a hand slips down until scarred fingers can find your chin and tilt your wet face up.

You can’t quite see him through your blurry gaze- tears obscure your vision and leave it almost useless, block out nearly everything but the concerned crimson that peers down at you.

“Did my baby have a bad day?” Kirishima asks- worry in the question, scent strong as he hugs you tighter to his chest.

You nod and you manage to warble out a pathetic little “uhhuh” and Kirishima frowns- deep enough that you can see it despite the tears in your eyes.

He climbs onto the bed and pulls you right back against his chest, starts to scent over you heavily in an attempt to calm you down.

It works- it always works- and soon enough you’re just sniffling against him, curling your fingers into his shirt as you let out soft, upset whimpers.

“What happened, baby?” he asks, coaxes. “Tell alpha all about it.”

And you do- the words come pouring out in a babble.

You tell him about your boss and the way he had screamed at you for a simple mistake. You tell him about the new coworker that’s been a bit too handsy with you. You tell him about how you spilled coffee all over your new dress and you tell him about how you were shoved to the ground by a mean alpha.

You tell him everything and Kirishima listens quietly, holds you closer whenever you sniffle and pets over your hair with a loving hand.

“My poor little omega,” he murmurs whenever you finally finish spilling out every little injustice of the week. “You’ve had such a bad week. Why didn’t you tell me about it?”

“Didn’t- didn’t want to bother you,” you whine out. “Didn’t want to worry alpha.”

A huff sounds and Kirishima starts to scent over you again, rubs his hand over your back as he does.

“You never bother me,” he tells you. “Never. You shoulda told me about everything earlier, sweetheart.”

“I- I’m sorry...”

Kirishima shushes you and he lets you nuzzle into him, presses kisses to your hair whenever another sniffle escapes you.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” he says, voice soft and sincere. “Just let me make it better, kay? Alpha will make you forget all about your bad week.”

Make you forget? Oh, you want that- you want that so bad.

You nod and he hums, strokes over your hair once more before doting a kiss upon you.

“Lay back, baby.”

You obey him and lay back onto the bed, bite your lip as he runs adoring eyes over you. The touch to your thigh has you squirming, just a bit, but you still whenever he rubs it, whenever he runs his rough hand up high and pushes your shirt over your hips.

“Just sit back and relax,” he tells you. “Alpha’s gonna take care of you.”

And he does. He eats you out until you’re mewling and creaming on his face, fingers you until you’re almost dizzy with the pleasure his thick fingers bring. The way his cock fills you dashes away the stress of the week and the way he has you so easily coming on his dick has eradicates all the bad memories that had you sobbing before.

“Al- Alpha!”

“I’m here, baby. I’ve got you.”

He really does.

He has you as he pushes his fat knot into you and he has you as you’re trembling and whining. He has you as he fills you and he holds you so very close- big arms wrapped around your body and his hips grinding against you, fucking his cum deep inside as you mewl and clench around his cock.

He grinds into you as you fall apart underneath him and he fucks you again when his knot goes down, repeats the process again and again until you’re a limp, soft mess that can’t think, can’t do anything besides whimper out soft sounds of pleasure, until you’re so blissed out that all you can do is cum and ruin the sheets with your slick, until you’re so lost in the haze that you can’t keep your eyes open.

He takes care of you and he does as he promised- he erases the bad week from your mind and he fucks you until everything but him is gone, until all you can focus on is his cock and his scent and the way you’re so very full.

When he’s finally done, Kirishima gathers you in his arms and deposits you on the couch, lets you snooze away as he changes the sheets and cleans off the cum clinging to your cunt, the drool dried on your chin.

You don’t wake as he carries you to bed and you only sigh when he curls himself around you, nestle against him with a smile as he scents over your sleeping form.

Your dreams that night are soft and hazy- sweet and beautiful. You smile as your dream, so happy, and all you can do the next day is drift about in a pleasant little fog- your alpha’s scent clinging to you and the feeling of everything being okay keeping you buoyant even with the tiny bits of trouble and stress that try to trip you up.

[dapandapod]

Hi Panda 🐼 Could I request “HUG PROMPT 12” with Jaskier and Eskel, please? 🥰 Thank you so much!!

12. Burying your head in someone’s neck

Ok I'm sorry Alex love, this took a while and then I actually even forgot! And found it finished and everything today when I was looking for something to write on! I'm not saying I'm projecting? But I was totally projecting. Words has been hiding for me for a while, and now just yesterday I decided to get cuts on four of my fingertips and writing hurts?! Anyway I hope to bring you all more words soon, thank you all for reading and please enjoy this little somft thing <3

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Jaskel part 1 part 2

Words hard. Writing bad. Spelling who?

This is what Jaskier is thinking as he sits at the desk in their rented room, staring at a page full of nonsensical scribbles. He is leaning on his elbows, head supported by his hands. The pen is still between his fingers, pretty much poking him but he can’t bring himself to care.

This is so fucking frustrating.

He had woken up in the middle of the night, sitting up suddenly and trying to grasp at the swirl of color and sound that was dancing in his mind. The moment he sat down, the words seemed to trip over themselves, not making it to the page.

Eskel didn’t even stir. It stings and soothes at the same time, knowing how much Eskel trusts him with his sleep, but doesn’t react when Jaskier leaves his arms.

It’s just- his insecurities speaking, egged on by the words and notes and thoughts just out of his mind's reach.

“Curses,” Jaskier mutters. “Bollocks, cocks, arsewipes, swines, testicles.”

He can hear Eskel shift in bed, but he doesn’t look back. The candle flickers as he exhales loudly, and Jaskier slides his fingers into his hair, gripping tightly. The pen is very much in the way, but it is not of much more use elsewhere, so why the fuck not.

The tune of his dream fades and he closes his eyes in defeat.

His muse is a fickle mistress and she is showing her nature, abandoning him for many days now. The hope he felt when he rushed up, the way it swelled and pulsed and spread such joy, but upon putting pen to paper, the mistress kissed his cheek and took a step back.

Jaskier looks at his scribbles again. Nonsensical, clumsy, his handwriting rushed and barely legible. There's another shuffle behind him and then the padding of bare feet.

Could that be useful? Could this spark his muse?

He hopes, thinking of all the ways he can describe that sound, that feeling of a lover’s feet approaching, that he almost jumps when Eskel's warm hands slide over his, guiding them back to the table. Then he wraps his arms around Jaskier’s shoulders, tucking his nose into the crook of his neck and sighs.

“Words escaping you again?” Eskel mumbles sleepily, and Jaskier feels himself relax, despite his frustration.

“Hmm,” He replies, and Eskel chuckles.

“You spend too much time with Geralt,” he teases. Jaskier finally lets go of that blasted pen and instead grips at Eskel's wrists, half turning his head to kiss Eskel’s forehead.

There is a second of peace.

For once, Jaskier lets himself be the one comforted, for once he lets someone else take care of him.

“How can I call myself a poet when I have no words?” Jaskier asks quietly, lips moving against Eskel’s hair. Voicing this fear makes his stomach drop. He knows he is being dramatic and silly, that this is far from the first time he has had such a dry spell, but he really hates it.

Eskel takes a moment to compose his reply, shifting from one foot to the other, propping his chin up to peer down at the paper over Jaskier’s shoulder.

“Is this what woke you up?”

Jaskier nods, again seeking comfort, turning to nuzzle his nose over Eskel’s cheekbone. He can feel the uneven ridges of Eskel’s scar, and how the muscle moves when he smiles.

“You once told me this, I don’t know if you remember, but I have been thinking about it a lot.”

“What?”

“Just because it is a little rough around the edges doesn’t make things less beautiful, is what you said.”

“Sounds like me.”

Eskel snorts, letting go of one arm to touch the page. Some of the words are scribbled over, some are underlined, and some are just angry scratches.

“This is a beginning. A start, the dipping the toe into the water before diving in.”

“That was so poetic. Is that where my muse went? Eskel, I want my words back,” Jaskier whines, making sure to sound completely miserable.

“Maybe.” Eskel smiles again, and Jaskier can never get enough at the sight. He is better at it now, the smiling. Less restrained and it warms Jaskier to no end.

“Come back to bed with me,” Eskel says, letting go and padding back to bed. Jaskier gives his paper one last longing look before he turns and joins him. Wrapped in Eskel's embrace, tucking his head under Eskel’s chin, Jaskier feels a little better. This is safe, warm, comfortable.

Eskel noticed him leaving after all, a small voice whispers.

“If I get hurt and have to heal, does that make me less of a witcher?” Eskel asks in the quiet that follows. Jaskier knows what he is doing, and sighs reluctantly.

“No.”

“If a tree sheds its leaves, does it stop being a tree?”

“No.”

“Just because you can’t write right now doesn’t make you less of a writer.”

“Hmm.”

“That’s it. You are not hanging out with my brother anymore.”

“It’s still better than when I come back from being with Lambert.”

“I always love it when you come back,” Eskel says, holding him a little tighter with the admission. “But yes. Anything is better than that.”

Eskel holds him until he falls asleep again. Soothed by the closeness, the familiar feeling of Eskel’s body against his own, the smell, the warmth, the beat of his heart and the rise and fall of his chest.

It takes another ten days for Jaskier’s words to return, for the melodies to stick. Jaskier is miserable all the while, complaining and whining and feeling completely useless. All the while, Eskel is there, smiling his broken smile. He collects the discarded pieces of paper as if they were gold. Jaskier doesn’t understand it, but he lets him.

When the words finally flow from him again, when the songs sound like they should, finally, he feels lighter than he has in a long time. They don’t come freely, each word is still a struggle, but Eskel looks at him as if he won a battle each time, returning to his arms victorious.

Maybe he did.

Sometimes writing is like dancing. Sometimes writing is like fighting.

And sometimes, there are no words at all.

[a-drama-addict]

ohh somft prompts.... maybe 7 or 9 for anyone you'd like?

Somft somft hours with Chloe and Isabela >:3 (since chloe is in fact a big idiot)

"Do you know what Hawke and Varric are doing?" Merrill asked. Isabela shrugged while she and Merrill were standing next to each other. They were looking at Chloe and Varric trying to navigate the Wounded Coast. Emphasis on trying. This was obviously going to end poorly, it always did when those two had to navigate. Isabela could help them, considering she's the only one who knows how to navigate this place, but she wanted them to learn the layout. It'd go right this time. ..Maybe it would go right this time. "She is trying to figure out where we're supposed to go." Isabela said, with a blank expression. Normally she'd have joked but it was getting late and she was getting tired. And because it was getting late that meant more gangs would be out, both in Kirkwall and everywhere else. "It's not going that well, is it?" Merrill questioned, crossing her arms. Isabela chuckled. "No, not really Kitten." Isabela would give anything to be in her room in The Hanged Man right now, or in Chloe's bed. Just anywhere but here. She heard Chloe let out an exasperated sigh, throwing the map on the ground. "This is stupid!" The Champion stated, turning her gaze to the other two women. Isabela snorted, seeing Chloe's face go red with frustration. “Let’s just go this direction.” She grumbled, picking the map up and shoving it in her backpack. Varric casually took place walking beside Chloe -- kind of disappointing Isabela. It wasn’t that she minded that much but she always seemed to get more clingy at night. Something Isabela noticed and something that annoyed her. Commitment is nice, yes, until you realize you’re afraid to be replaced. Her train of thought was disrupted by Merrill, somewhat happily, starting up another conversation. Isabela was kind of grateful actually, she didn't really wanna show her mushy side around the others yet. Nope, that side is for Chloe alone at the moment. "Do you know why we're here? Because I don't think Hawke does." Merrill stated, making both Varric and Isabela laugh. "That's a good question, Daisy. But I don't think our fearless leader wants to answer that." Varric joked, nudging Chloe's side. "Oh, I'm the fearless leader now? You should've told me! Here I thought Merrill was the leader." She said sarcastically, nudging Varric back. Both of them chuckling, or well cackling, softly while throwing witty remarks to one another. "That's a definite no." The pirate said, turning her gaze towards Merrill once more. Isabela caught Merrill nervously fiddling with her hands. "What's wrong, Merrill?" She asked, in a softer voice so the other two wouldn't hear. Merrill sighed "I don't know, I just feel more nervous at night. Like anything or anyone can attack--", the sentence was cut off by Varric. It was as if the Gods had read her mind. "Grab something sharp and pointy! We've got company!" The dwarf yelled, already firing a shot towards one of the men. "Of course, Mercenaries. Lovely." Isabela thought to herself. Isabela grabbed her daggers quickly, already slashing away at her nearest opponent. She caught a glimpse of Chloe hitting someone with her staff, with quite some determination. Of course there was still a hint of a smile on Chloe's face, she would always have a cocky look. She would be buried with that expression. The flashing of the blades, the sound of spells and stabbing, it was always enough to keep all of them awake. Chloe personally had already started using blood magic, not the wisest action considering she was almost overwhelmed. That became all the more apparent when she tasted a bit of blood in her mouth. “Shit, shit, shit--” Chloe muttered, backing away from the mercenary rogue, who was only walking closer. “This is going badly!” She yelled out, catching the attention of the others. She tripped and fell on her back, starting to block the man’s blade with her staff. "Hawke!" Merrill yelled back. "If you see any paths in the Fade, don't take them, stay put!" She stated, her voice a mix between worry and stern. "I'll keep that in mind!" Chloe somehow joked, even though she was

actually feeling herself weaken, she could swear it was hot a minute ago, so why did she feel so cold now? Before she could even mutter another joke or even a call for help, Isabela kicked the man off her. "You'll pay for that!" She stated, pounding her fists into the man's face, quickly ending his life by pushing her dagger into his chest. During the rest of the battle Isabela stood in between Chloe and any enemy, even after the latter had been healed. When the fighting stopped, everyone let out a sigh of relief. Chloe chuckled, quickly thinking of something to say, "Well, at least we w-" but was quickly cut off by Isabela. "What in the Maker's name were you thinking!?" Isabela yelled, taking everyone by surprise. Chloe cringed, but relaxed a bit as she saw Isabela's expression was more worried than actually angry. "You were almost overrun and decided to do blood magic!?" She continued. "You can't heal yourself when you're using blood magic! You could've died! Do you realize what could've happened?!" Chloe gazed over to Varric and Merrill, who just backed away. The Champion gulped. “I’m sorry.” She said softly, her expression turning more serious than before, looking down. "I know it was.. stupid but I panicked." Isabela’s expression softened. Chloe appeared to be unharmed now, much to her relief. She hit Chloe’s shoulder, a bit harder than intended. Varric inhaled sharply, expecting an argument to blow up between the two. Since Chloe didn’t like people hitting her, jokingly or not, and Isabela seemed to be pretty pissed that Chloe endangered herself like that. But, to his surprise, the two women started chuckling. Isabela dropped her head on Chloe’s shoulder, shaking her head softly. When she raised her head again, a playful smirk appeared on her face. “You’re an idiot.” She said, stepping a bit back from the other woman. Though that appeared to have no effect, since Chloe got closer to her. She grabbed Isabela’s face gently, planting a kiss on her forehead. She caressed Isabela’s cheeks, with a smile. “But you love me.” Isabela started blushing, she wasn’t used to affection like this yet. It was.. almost embarrassing to have Merrill and Varric around here too. The other two clearly were taken aback by the entire interaction. Chloe and Isabela had never been lovey-dovey around the rest of the group, so it was always surprising when it happened. Isabela looked down, failing to suppress her giggles. “I do, don’t I?” She said, finally meeting Chloe’s gaze again who had a wide grin on her face, the one she always has when she looks at Isabela. “You doooo.” Chloe said in a teasing tone, planting another kiss on Isabela’s forehead, making the latter chuckle. “Alright, keep it in the bedroom you two.” Varric said, making gagging noises right after, causing Merrill to laugh. “I thought it was cute!” Merrill said, with a reassuring smile. Those comments only made Isabela blush more. “Why am I so flustered? It’s like I’m 20 again.” Isabela thought, burying her face in her hands. “Speaking of bedrooms- let’s go home.” Chloe said, "I've had enough near death experiences for today",starting the walk back to Kirkwall. This time Isabela managed to walk next to Chloe before Varric. She was glad she managed to, especially after what just happened. Chloe absentmindedly took hold of Isabela’s hand, who quickly returned the gesture by gripping on the Champion’s hand pretty tightly. It was weird to admit it.. that she loved Chloe. Even if she never really said the words, she felt it. It made her feel vulnerable but in a good way. It was strange, but a good kind of strange. It just made her feel good, that after all these years she managed to settle down. Even if it’s with an idiot.

[accio-victuuri]

GOOD MORNING TO BJYX on #5 spot hot search because they have the highest donation made through weibo’s platform. I think they reached 2M in 8 hours cause everyone was busy trying to push for the fansites to reach top 5 and were donating money at the same time. All the fansites changed their pfp to XZ/WYB too so it’s obvious whose fans are on top of the ranking for wb night tickets.

and the fact that this is all happening today, 12/20 which is the anniversary of the tencent starlight same stage. i feel so somft! it’s not really about bragging, but the feeling of happiness to somehow belong in this group. we usually get some bad rep and people judge us harshly than others — but we keep to our circle and just support the boys in ways we can. there is a reason why we’re still here and will be for years to come. ❤️💛💚

[starstruck-xavier]

i want to do headcanons for the sides very loosely based off things about myself so here goes lol

random domestic hcs because i just want them all to get along again woop

virgil has a galaxy backpack that he’s emotionally and physically attached to

he takes it everywhere even if he’s only put like his phone inside n nothing else

logan tries to tell him that he doesn’t have to take it everywhere and virgil’s like “you can pry this backpack off my cold, dead shoulders”

logan zones out and he goes all s p a c e y for a few minutes just cause he likes to follow his trains of thought n then suddenly he’s floating in the void with his body somewhere else

patton’s usually the one to bring him back with somft gentle touches so he doesn’t startle him

twins being bros time!! remus having separation anxiety

remus has social anxiety and if he goes out anywhere in public with roman he can’t be separated from him or he’ll get super nervous

remus is probably also the type to be a lot more feral around just close friends and he still has his funky weird lil qualities to him that he shows about everyone but he’s just shakey nervous in large public spaces

in one of my aus janus shows separation anxiety at some point too? but with virgil

separation anxiety janus is also valid

patton gifts both virgil and remus different kinds of fidget toys for them to try and tell him how much they help them

virgil likes the fidget cube, the rubik’s cube and the tangle toy and remus likes the stress balls and the squishy stretchy people thingies n generally anything with goo

speaking of the rubik’s cube logan is a speedcuber (something i didn’t know existed until recently) and one time patton walked in on him speedcubing n he was like,, wow

logan teaches virgil the algorithms so they can cube together

virgil doesn’t do it for the speedcubing, he just likes solving it because it gives him something to focus on other than his anxiety

roman doesn’t use the fidget toys very often but one time he picked up virgil’s tangle toy just because he was interested and fell in love with that plasticky sound it makes

and virgil noticed and got him one of his own!! a red and gold one

now roman messes with that when he’s writing or brainstorming

logan the weightlifter hjfhghjfgd

logan does pushups with patton sat on his back n patton’s just reading

swole lad

in fact he competes with roman because they’re both swole lads

logan does pushups with patton on his back, roman does squats with virgil on his shoulders

patton and virgil like making casual conversation while they’re both being moved up and down

and in return for making him stronk logan will help patton clean his room when he accidentally lets it get too messy n then it stresses him out and makes him feel down n tired all the time

when they clean up his room together patton looks physically happier just in his posture and the tone of his voice and he doesn’t even have to smile to convey that difference

the first time that happened logan’s heart exploded he just had to kiss him ykno

sometimes virgil will even do the same with roman

virgil stress cleans!! he’ll just walk into roman’s room and start vacuuming and it’ll wake up roman because what the heck it’s 6am virge why

but roman very much appreciates it because virgil has this way of cleaning where he’ll recognise the “organised mess” and try not to disturb the order while still making the room look nicer

patton calls himself the therapist of the group but when patton’s down for the count janus steps in and he does a great job

i think all of them would have at least a little bit of depression so even someone so caught up on chores like logan can sometimes be too unmotivated to maintain himself and janus will help him to do those things like collecting laundry and taking breaks to drink water while also checking up on his mental state and eventually getting him to a state where he can do those self-sustaining things by himself

the worst ones for depression are virgil, patton and logan but they all suffer because i said so hjdfghdfjghd

virgil’s got that co-morbid anxiety/depression going on and patton n logan are both similar in how they have a lot of feelings and don’t know what to do with them

this got sad lemme add some fluff ahgdjdfhdf

hugs from roman!! he has a shirt that says “free hugs” and when he wears it he just stands in the doorway to someone’s room and t-poses until he gets a hug

the day’s hug priorities are sorted by general mood

today virgil hasn’t come out of his room so he’s getting the cuddle attack until he finally comes out for food

and since roman’s a swole lad and virgil’s a small lad those hugs r just the best

even if logan will try to be indifferent about physical contact sometimes he can’t help but just slump into roman’s arms and stay there forever because mmm comfy

nice

that’s all i got for now lol

[moth-song-archives]

The Insatiable Flow of Time (1/8)

I remembered that I can make posts here too huh! Anyways, I wrote a post-MAG200 fic <3

I’ll reblog it again with the link to ao3 if you’d prefer reading it there :D

Rating: Teens and Up Archive Warnings: Choose Not To Use Categories: F/F Relationships: Georgie/Melanie, Georgie & Jon, Jonmartin (mentioned) Characters: Georgie Barker, Melanie King, Jonathan Sims, the Admiral, Basira Hussain (mentioned), Rosie Zampano (mentioned), Martin Blackwood (mentioned)

Additional tags: Diary/Journal × post mag200 × Post-Canon × Canon Compliant × Rated for swearing and me doing my best to write a fitting epilogue for my most fave story of all time × Bittersweet × Hurt/Comfort × Grief/Mourning × Gentle-Sad-Soft × Fluff × Non-Sexual Intimacy × Tenderness × Generally Hopeful Ending × Ambiguous/Open Ending × Catharsis × You know how TMA is a tragedy? ... yeah × Hope Punk × dealing with the fallout of surviving a literal apocalypse × Moving on and letting go × Trans Georgie Barker × Nonbinary Melanie King × Melanie uses any pronouns but needs to (re)discover this first × and is then mainly referred to with they/them pronouns for diary-simplicity × Melanie is ace in my heart ♡ × Jon is also enby but it only gets referred to in passing × Georgie has a Type™ × Character Study × i love them all so much × Nonbinary aspec author × it's very hope punk and somft BUT ALSO VERY SAD × in like a cathartic way × because i like causing pain :') × pre-written and updates every 2-3 days

I think I might use it to… rediscover myself. That’s what I liked about journaling in the first place, I think. Getting to think about things outside of my own head, putting it out there so I could move on? Maybe it’s time to return to old coping mechanisms and try again. Even if I haven’t really changed. Even if I should’ve changed. Right?

As the world tries to piece itself back together, Georgie grapples with her past, her present, and her future by keeping a diary. She also keeps having this strange, recurring dream that involves Jon. Post MAG200.

Finished at ~12k, will upload over the next couple of days <3

Day 3 - Evening

Melanie is sleeping. Basira is also sleeping, on the sofa in the living-room. She doesn’t really know what to do with herself, these days, so for now she’s staying with us.

I am not sleeping. I’m so far beyond tired that I can’t sleep anymore. It’s been... how long? More than a day, certainly. I’m at the kitchen table and the night outside is darker than any I’ve ever seen. There are no street lights and a million more stars than I could’ve ever imagined. I wish Melanie could see them too :(

Back before everything in my life went wrong, I used to be really good at this. I think I got my first diary when I was... seven, maybe eight? I used to be obsessed with it. I guess I stopped writing in college, after the incident, because it felt... wrong? Like I was lying to myself, trying to fabricate emotions that just weren’t there, keeping up with things that no longer seemed important or note-worthy. Mainly, I couldn’t make myself care about anyone or anything anymore.

I think I want to find that person again, now that it’s over. Try and… move on? And Melanie encouraged me :) I guess that’s the main reason. I found this notebook in one of the domains when we were rescuing people. I don’t know what I originally wanted to do with it, but I did end up forgetting about it until I went through my bag again today. It smells like fire and is a bit singed in places, but I kind of like that? I think I might use it to… rediscover myself. ...that sounds very pretentious, but this is just for me, so...

And I like that it’s just cheap paper scribbled on with a shitty biro. Maybe I’ll just burn it when all the thoughts are on the paper instead of in my head. When I can sleep again. And the prize for the most dramatic way of closure goes to Georgie Barker! But yeah. That’s what I liked about journaling in the first place, I think. Getting to think about things outside of my own head, putting it out there so I could move on? Maybe it’s time to return to old coping mechanisms and try again. Even if I haven’t really changed. Even if I should’ve changed. Right?

But I don’t feel any different. Shouldn’t I feel different, now that they’re gone? The entities, I mean, though Jon and Martin seem to be gone, too.

I keep remembering Martin’s expression when he told us to go early, how upset he was.

Honestly, I can’t say I’m surprised. As long as I’ve known Jon, he’s always done what he thought best. It used to drive me up the walls, but I also admired it, I think? I never would’ve told him that, but… Well. He’s gone now.

It’s over, all of it.

And I still can’t sleep.

And Melanie is still blind, and I still feel empty, and my fear still hasn’t come back. Everyone who died is still dead, and the trauma is still there. There were angry mobs in the streets, and people got killed.

I can’t quite believe that Jon and Martin went with them. I can’t believe they left us behind to explain the entire mess.

 We’re back in our old flat. It’s so weird to be back home. Everything looks the same, as though no time passed at all. Nobody knows what date it is. How long were we caught in there?

Outside, it feels like spring. There are birds everywhere, singing their hearts out. Sounds like more birds than there used to be, too. The trees are leafless and dead-looking, but Basira pointed out that they’re getting there... and it feels like spring.

I haven’t slept properly in 3 days because the questions keep me awake. It’s not that I’m worrying, really, just… thinking? I think I could sleep better if the worry had come back, but it hasn’t.

As far as we can tell, all modern devices are broken, too. Computers and phones and such, digital cameras, generators... we don’t even know what the rest of the world looks like. I hadn’t realised how much gets controlled by computers these days, we don’t even have central heating or water access in our flat. Rumours and news are spreading person-to-person, like in the Olden Days. We only have emergency systems that were installed in case of nation-wide blackout. I guess I’m glad we don’t actually have a blackout, we just need to get the computers back to work. (If I understood it correctly.)

Melanie thinks it’ll all come back to life in a few more days. I certainly hope so. I also hope I’ll stop feeling like this. Or rather, not feeling like anything. It’s so strange. Like in the first days after the incident, when I just felt numb?

They’re gone! I want to feel like a person again! What if I never get myself back?

 They’re actually gone.

 What will we do with our lives now? Basira isn’t the only one who feels uprooted. I think the whole world feels like that right now.

I hope my computer comes back soon. I miss music, and making things. My photos, all those memories.

I don’t want to lose all of that. I want to start fresh, but not without records of the past.

…I’ve had a lot of time to think about that, specifically. Records, and futures.

What the Ghost is done, right? There’s no fun in creepy ghost stories if you’ve been through an actual, living nightmare.

I think I want to start new with that, too. When everything works again, that is.

New world, new future, new podcast. I like that. I think. Make a record of what happened through eyewitness accounts? Or is that too similar to the Statements… then again, it’ll be more like interviews. And I think we shouldn’t forget.

We owe them that much.

I’ll have to talk it over with Melanie tomorrow. Maybe.

We’ll see.

God, I think maybe… maybe I can actually try and sleep tonight. Writing does seem to help.

 Note to self: thank Laverne for suggesting it. (Also for being there for Melanie. And listening to us. And stopping with that culty nonsense. She’s the only one we found so far, but she actually listened to us. Strange to think that in this world, I have to be grateful for someone not worshipping me for some dumb reason?!)

   Day 4 - Morning

So. Three things.

1) I did manage to fall asleep after all! I’ve always been a bit of an insomniac, especially after the incident, so actually getting some proper rest felt really good.

2) I somehow woke up right as the sun went up! I think I’ve never seen a dawn this beautiful? I watched it from the bedroom window and I’ll definitely describe it to her in detail when she wakes up! The Admiral was sleeping on our pillow, right next to her head, snuggled up against the back of her neck and shoulder... it was so cute. I can’t believe my phone and camera still don’t work! Melanie has that old polaroid camera somewhere but we haven’t found it yet, and I wish my art skills were any better. I did draw a sketch of the two of them though. I’ll cherish it forever, no matter how shitty it is :’)

After everything that happened, the Admiral is still a bit weird around us. He started out really aggressive, calmed down a bit, and now… now he’s weirdly skittish? Meows a lot. Keeps walking around the flat. The only thing that even remotely returns him to how he used to be is tuna. It’s weird.

But seeing him like that, with Melanie? I love him so much.

I think he’ll be okay.

But before I forget, and why I actually got out the diary at this ungodly hour instead of trying to go back to sleep now that the sun is up…

3) I had a really nice dream. And... I don’t even know. I think I want to try and hold onto the feeling? I don’t think I’ve felt that… deeply… in a long while. Maybe the last time was before all this, when we decided to move in together. Before all of this happened.

For a moment, I felt like I was whole again :’)

It didn’t even have Melanie in it, which is very rude tbh. I think Jon was there? The Admiral, too. We were just chilling on the sofa, watching netflix I think... It felt so... mundane??? Casual, somehow??? Like it was normal to feel like that and I just... I want THAT. I want to feel like that again, instead of this weird… blank nothingness? I want that all the time, not just when I’m riding a high or feeling so terrible that it pierces through.

I don’t know if that makes sense but this is just for me anyway so I suppose it doesn’t have to.

 I think I should feel bad about Jon being gone, but I still don’t even feel relief at it being over. Just this vague numbness.

I hate it so much, except I don’t, actually, I just know that I should?

Melanie keeps saying that I need a therapist but if we’re being honest here, I guess I need one the least? The whole goddamn world needs therapy right now. Including the therapists. And I’ve been dealing with this for a long time now.

I guess I keep hoping it’ll just go away somehow.

 Anyways. Enough introspection, I’m going back to bed. I hope I don’t wake them! :)

  Day 4 - Evening

 It’s night now, the sun went down hours ago. We have a bunch of candles, but I’m trying to use them sparingly, so I just have one lit. I put a glass of water next to the candle so now the light gets magnified a bit more. It’s a weird atmosphere, but I kinda like it? Feels… cozy! :)

I’m still not over how everything looks the same, but nothing works like it did before, and there’s this… burden? This collective trauma everyone went through. It feels so surreal. So many things are still broken… it’s like we woke from a collective nightmare, but pieces of it still remain, floating around.

And we just sent it away with the tapes. I really hope those other worlds are doing better than us, but what else could we have done? I… try not to think about it. I know I should, but I still can’t really bring myself to care, or even feel overly guilty for that? …

 Melanie fell asleep with her head in my lap half an hour ago. I was reading to her. She says she loves the sound of my voice, so I’ve started doing that in the evenings. (I still love that we had separate crushes from a distance on each other for ages because of youtube and WTG. We’ve been talking about that a lot, too.)

She still has nightmares, but apparently she’s also been having good dreams, and she looks so peaceful right now. The last few days have been a lot, but in comparison to before, and even before then…

It’s over. We made it out. We get to have a future together. I still can’t quite believe it. :)

 I guess I’m writing again (despite already having done so in the morning) because it somehow helped yesterday and I’m hoping to replicate that. And I have a lot to think about. It’s been a long day.

Basira is still out there, helping out where she can. I think she feels guilty. Melanie says she doesn’t because there was no other choice, but I know her, and I know that she’s lying.

There’s always another choice. We just say that to make it easier to bear.

I hope she knows she can come talk to me when she feels ready to tackle it.

I hope I ever feel able to tackle it myself. No. I will talk to her when I’m ready.

We did talk a bit about things, of course. Melanie doesn’t really remember her dreams, most of the time, but apparently she’s been alternating between horrifying nightmares and a really nice, recurring one that sometimes happens after the nightmares. She doesn’t really remember much of it, but she mentioned it after I told her about the Jon dream. Not what it was about, just… in general.

From the way she talked about it, I think her dad might have been in it? I’m actually not sure, but the way she smiled…

She has that little smile on her lips again, even now, dreaming. The soft one she gets when she talks about good things. About him.

About me.

(I still can’t believe she chose me. How impossibly lucky? How did I ever deserve her? But then, it’s not about that, is it? She is mine, and I am hers, and… life will be good. I know it will be.)

 She’s been smiling a lot more, these past few days.

[princeanxious]

How to tame your Anxiety

A collab between Hikarisakurariver and Stormcrawler75 because Princeanxious was feeling bad and we wanted to do something to help. Luka we hope you enjoy the ThVi fluff.

Warnings: Mild Angst and self depreciating thoughts.

Characters Thomas sanders and Virgil Sanders. Logan and roman are mentioned.

It had been a long day, one that never seemed to end. Virgil groaned trying to order his thoughts, but they won't calm down!

The stress from the day just never seemed to end, no matter what Virgil did to try and calm down. He had listened to music, sketched in his sketchbook, and tried to take a nap but nothing had eased his anxiety even a little. It was making Virgil insane which just seemed to make his anxiety go just that much higher. He didn't even know where the stress was coming from or what was triggering it. Maybe that was just another reason why Virgil couldn't calm down.

He was trying so hard and it was hard that when Thomas pulled him from the mind palace into reality, he was ready to start crying. He wanted to apologize for being a pain and tell him he would try harder, but all the words died in his throat the moment he saw Thomas. He looked just as stressed as Virgil did which made Virgil feel even worse. He shuddered and broke out into tears, hugging himself as he cried. Thomas was hugging him to his chest gently, rocking him and making quiet comforting noises as they sank onto the steps. Virgil shook in Thomas's arms and sobbed into Thomas' shoulder.

"It's been a tough day, hasn't it Virge," Thomas said softly, running his fingers through his hair. Virgil didn't dare look up. He could hear how tired Thomas was and felt so terrible because it was all his fault. If he could just get to sleep then Thomas might actually get some sleep. But the static in his head...

"Virgil? Can you stand, Stormcloud?"

Why wasn't Thomas shouting at him and telling him to get his act together? he was managing everything wrong! He was a terrible side. But even so, he couldn't stop gripping Thomas's shirt tightly like a child and hiding his face in Thomas' shoulder. He squeaked in surprise when Thomas just lifted him bridal style and carried him over to the couch, practically falling onto it with Virgil curled up on his chest.

Thomas hugged him tightly and Virgil felt his arms wrap around him. A weight of a soft blanket covered him and, was Thomas humming? The static in his brain slowly got marginally better but he had to focus to keep track of the things going on.

"W-h-y?" Virgil forced out. He swallowed, the words sticking in his throat. Why was talking so hard? But he had to know why Thomas was acting so kind to him? The source of all of this?

"Why what?"

"I just mess everything up," Virgil sobbed. Each word took more energy than he had to give so he just hoped Thomas could just piece it together, he really couldn't do it again.

"..." Thomas's grip tightened until - for a brief moment - it was a touch painful until Thomas quickly gentled his grip. Virgil felt Thomas rest his head on top of his with a sigh. "Virgil your not messing anything up, Today was just a very bad day. These days happen."

But he'd made it so much worse by fixating on all the little things, he'd been too slow to prioritize the activities, Logan was pretty irritated at him he was sure, he'd have to apologize later. Everything was spiralling out of control and everyone was mad at him and he couldn't breathe, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't-

"Virgil. Stop." Thomas's voice was even and calm, but he also left no room for anything but compliance. "breath with me in 2,3,4,5 hold 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, out 2,3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. Great job, Virge, let's try again."

They repeated the exercise for what seemed like forever. Virgil lost track as he focused on the breathing pattern, slowly calming down. Had it been a few minutes, an hour? who knew.

By the end, Virgil felt like he could at least think somewhat straight. (Ugh, Roman was rubbing off on him.)

"Better?" Thomas rubbed his back affectionately. Virgil just gave a small nod. "Okay, here's the plan."

Thomas grabbed the remote to the tv and turned it onto the Disney channel, selecting a movie.

"We are going to cuddle and watch movies and point out all the terrible flaws in beloved family film franchises until it's well past our bedtimes, and tomorrow can take care of itself." 

Virgil sniffled and whipped at his eyes. "Tomorrow us are going to hate us for this."

Thomas grinned and shrugged. "Meh, that's Tomorrow Thomas and Virgil's problems. Let them deal with it."

There were a few seconds where Virgil thought about protesting. And then he went limp onto Thomas' chest, letting out an exhausted breath. Yeah, he thought, Tomorrow him could deal with it. For now, he could take a while to relax with Thomas. They both needed it.

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Lukas: ;; ya’ll are so sweet aaaa im crying. @hikarisakurariver @stormcrawler75 Thank you?? So much?? I love both of yall so much okay this was so sweet and somft and just i just wanna doodle thomas and virge cuddling after reading this aaaa i v well might!! This helped a whole lot and im so thankful to have ya’ll as friends aaaaa!!! 💛💛💛💛 words cant describe how much I wish i could hug ya’ll both okay? Thank you so much. 💛💛💛

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

Lazy

Summary: Just some lazy soft moceit goodness Warnings: None I can think of Pairing: Moceit Notes: Inspired by this post by @notveryglittery- also dedicated to her, to try and ease her working pains + apologize for the fact that the somft moceit I keep saying I’ll finish is very much not finished yet dbfjdsf

    Deceit didn’t visibly acknowledge Patton face planting on the couch next to him, instead simply turning the page in his book, still reading as he asked, “Something on your mind?”

    Patton’s answer was mumbled into the couch cushions and completely muffled to Deceit’s ears. Deceit hummed.

    “Going to have to free up your pretty little mouth if you want me to hear you, sweet pea.”

    Patton didn’t shift from his position, however, seemingly content to sulk against the cushions. Deceit gave him a moment to do that before he huffed, lightly and amusedly, closing his book and putting it aside before he turned to face his boyfriend. Gently, he rolled Patton over, Patton flopping bonelessly as he was moved.

    “Want to say that again?”

    “I don’t want to work.” Patton complained, looking at Deceit pitifully.

    “Why don’t you want to work?” Deceit prompted, one hand running over Patton’s shoulder and massaging circles into it.

    “I don’t want to work!” Patton repeated as if that answered his question. “I want to be a little cat basking in the sun! A harvest mouse napping in a tulip! A dandelion puff floating on the breeze!”

    “You are already all those things and more, honeypie.” Deceit informed him.

    Patton scrunched up his face, looking adorable even as he pouted. “Well, I want to be them more! If I still have work to do I’m not being them nearly enough!”

    Deceit chuckled softly. “Thomas busy?”

    “Yes! So busy!” Patton said energetically, waving his arms once before letting them drop once more. “Calling his family about his new part! Working out his feelings about the cute boy working set design! And he’s going to shower in half an hour so you know he’s going to be thinking about philosophy!”

    “And you?”

    “You am tired! I am tired!” Patton responded, groaning as he flopped over again, shaking Deceit’s hand from his shoulder. His next words were once more muffled by the cushions, but Deceit was fairly certain Patton had said something along the lines of ‘let me SLEEP I’m too baby for this.’

    Deceit chuckled once more as he once more flipped Patton over. It was much harder this time, Patton seeming set on face planting his life away, but eventually he managed it. As soon as Patton was once more face-up, Deceit tugged him forwards just enough so that Patton’s head was in his lap.

    “You can’t hide in the couch, dear.” Deceit explained as he tugged off his gloves, running a hand through Patton’s hair and scratching at his scalp just enough to get Patton to melt into his touch and stop trying to escape it.

    Patton whined. “But I want to. I really want to.”

    “I know, buttercup, but if you did that, I’d miss you.” Deceit cooed, smiling at his boyfriend. “I certainly don’t want that- do you?”

    Patton frowned. “No…”

    “Then I think it’s better if you stay here, all your beauty out in the open instead of hidden where I can’t see it.”

    Patton’s cheeks flushed light pink and Deceit’s smile only grew. “But if I’m not hiding, the work might find me.”

    “Ah, yes, work.” Deceit said neutrally as he shifted to lean against the back of the couch, careful not to jostle Patton’s head much as he moved. “Let’s go over that work, shall we?

    “First, you have calling family, a task which Thomas is perfectly able to handle himself. If he has issues, Virgil is perfectly well-equipped to assist him.”

    “Yes, but I should still-” Patton started.

    “Next,” Deceit went on, cutting Patton off, “you have cute boy issues, which is something I’m sure Roman will be more than happy to handle when he doesn’t immediately find you doing it.”

    “But they are feelings, I should be involv-”

    “And finally, you have philosophy in the shower, which I know Logan will be delighted to lead today if you are missing when the time comes.” Deceit finished up. “So, in short, your work’s plenty handled. You don’t need to hide from it.”

    “...What if they need me?” Patton asked, softly.

    Deceit smiled, pulling Patton up so that he could better wrap his arms around his boyfriend, resting Patton’s head against his shoulder and bringing his legs up to tangle in Patton’s. “Well, that’s going to be their problem, considering they can’t have you.”

    Patton giggled at that, finally wrapping his arms around Deceit and returning the hug. “Sharing is caring, honey-lie. You can’t keep me forever.”

    Deceit pressed a kiss against Patton’s forehead. “Maybe not. But I can certainly keep you for the rest of today. You need a break and I need my boyfriend in my arms.”

    Patton just smiled broadly at that, pressing even closer to Deceit and nuzzling his face against his neck. Deceit laughed lightly as he shifted his hold on Patton, one arm wrapped around his shoulder to hold him close while his other reached out to once more pick up his book.

    He had just opened back up to his page when he felt Patton hum against his shoulder. “Yes, dearest?”

    “You make me feel warmer than a little kitty in the sun.” Patton told him, tilting his head enough that his mouth was free to speak and smile sweetly at his boyfriend. “And cozier than a mouse in a tulip and softer than a dandelion puff on the breeze.”

    Now it was Deceit’s turn for his cheeks to dust pink with blush. “You- I- oh, shush and rest yourself.”

    Patton just giggled, leaning up just enough to press a kiss against Deceit’s lips before settling down once more against his shoulder, snuggled up and as cuddly as a puppy next to Deceit.

    Deceit spent a moment just admiring him, just admiring his soft, sweet, adorable boyfriend before he sighed and rested his head on top of Patton’s, angling his book so he could read it from there.

    All lazy days were good days, of course, but lazy days spent happily curled up with one you loved so dearly? Those were very nice days indeed.

[dapandapod]

Cold dinners and long days

This one is for beloved @jaskierswolf because I want to, and because sometimes we all need some somft. Please enjoy some enby!Jaskier and sweater-stealing Dandelion just being somft. <3

And as always, beta read by my darling @kuripon.

On Ao3 here

Jaskier has had a very long day. They love their job, but ugh, sometimes it is just so draining. The worst part about being an adult, they complain to Dandelion when they lie together in bed on the weekends.

Dandelion would thread his fingers through Jaskier’s hair, twisting and braiding and playing with the soft and all too short strands. Jaskier would always melt, resting their head in Dandelion’s lap as they hum together.

That is why they are so eager to get home tonight. Dandelion has sent at least three pictures already, wearing the knitted sweater he steals all the time that is actually Jaskier’s , blond curls draping over his shoulder as he hides in the neckline of it. It’s adorable, and a pang of longing shoots through them.

Fuck, they just want to go home. They just want to cuddle up to Dandelion and watch a bad movie.

When Jaskier opens the door from the flat, they can hear Dandelion talking somewhere inside. They kick off their shoes and throw the bag on the floor.

“Yeah, they should be home any minute now.” Jaskier hears Dandelion say. “Yes, Geralt, I know where the box is. Jeez, you are more nervous than I am.”

What? What are they up to now? Jaskier’s heart makes a little flip.

“I’m hooome,” they call, and they can hear Dandelion scramble in another room.

“Shit, they’re here, gotta go. Yes, of course I will. No, hush, shut up Geralt,” Dandelion hisses and then he appears in the doorway, looking slightly guilty and tossing the phone carelessly behind him.

“Hello, Jask love,” Dandelion says quietly, and Jaskier just melts. He is indeed still wearing that knitted sweater and his hair is all loose and all of today’s heavy feelings just… they don’t disappear but they take a big step into the background.

“Hi,” Jaskier says, and then they find themselves wrapped up in a big hug.

“Long day?” Dandelion asks, kissing their temple.

“The longest.” Jaskier sighs, hiding their face in Dandelion’s neck.

“Were you talking to Geralt just now?”

Jaskier feels Dandelion tense around him and Jaskier smirks. Got him.

“Yep,” he says, voice a little strained, the way he sounds when he is holding something back but really, really wants to talk about it.

“What did he want?” Jaskier asks; they can’t help but to tease.

“Just uh… He wanted help with Roach?”

“What’s wrong with her?” Jaskier asks, hiding their smile by nuzzling deeper into the crook of Dandelion's neck.

“Nothing, he uh.. he just wanted help?” Dandelion says, and oh, he is such a bad liar. Actor, sure, a great actor. But a good liar, that he is not.

Jaskier decides to stop torturing him and pulls back.

“Do we still have oreos? I could really use some oreos right now,” they say, strolling into the kitchen. And then stops dead in their tracks.

On the table, there are candles, napkins folded into birds, more candles, a big bouquet of roses, and did they say candles?

“Oh,” they say, eyes wide, and Dandelion comes up behind them, wrapping his arms around them.

“Surprise,” he whispers in their ear, and they shiver, just a little. “I have something else for you as well.”

Dandelion lets them go and disappears into their bedroom. There is some shuffling, and then they can hear Dandelion’s soft steps returning.

“Turn around for me?”

Jaskier turns so that their back is towards Dandelion. There is some more shuffling and some creaking knees.

“Alright, you can look.”

Jaskier’s heart is beating out of their chest, nervous flutters running all the way out their fingertips. Gods, is this really happening? Jaskier turns, and indeed, there is Dandelion on the floor, kneeling on one knee and holding up a small velvet box.

“You know I am shit at keeping secrets.” Dandelion smiles, and Jaskier makes a broken sound.

“Fuck.”

“I thought I should just do this now, or I won’t be able to function at all. Jaskier. I-” Dandelion draws in a breath and blinks hard a few times.

“Julek.”

Yep, yup, Jaskier also has to blink hard, but the tears still spring up. Holy macaroni, this is really happening. Fuck.

“Julek, you are the light of my life. I can’t, no, I refuse, to imagine a single day without you in it. You have the best taste in sweaters and nail polish-” Jaskier snorts through the tears and Dandelion smiles. “and your smile, oh, Jaskier, your smile makes my heart race.”

Jaskier can’t help it, they have to put a hand in front of their mouth to muffle the little sounds that really want to get out.

“Will you marry me?” Dandelion barely gets the question out before Jaskier is over him, throwing their arms around his neck.

“Yes, you absolute sap, you,” Jaskier sobs as they fall to the floor, the ring box clattering on the floor, rolling under a nearby cabinet.

“Shit, no, the rings!” Jaskier sniffles.

They laugh together, share a kiss, and then they just roll to their sides trying to fish out the little velvet box that, of course, went into the furthest corner.

“Geralt will be so mad at me if we lose it,” Dandelion says, laughing. Jaskier has to stop and just look at him for a moment.

“You are so beautiful,” they breathe.

“You are going to make me cry again,” Dandelion mutters, and then he makes contact with the small box. “A hah!”

They lean back towards the cabinets, legs tangled together and dust bunnies clinging to their shirts. Dandelion puts the ring on Jaskier’s finger, and they put the matching ring on him.

They are so wrapped up in each other that dinner gets cold, but that is alright.

Nights on the floor with each other are worth all the cold dinners and long days in the world.

[all-hail-the-witcher]

rest well my songbird

its @softdarlingjaskier‘s birthday!!! and i have some soft eskier for him!!! a little birdie kings of the bog told me that you like jaskier getting his hands massaged so...without further ado...

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ship: eskier :) (eskel x jaskier)

warnings: jaskier overworks his hands and eskel takes care of them. lamberts an ass for 1 second in true lambert fashion

words: 1.6k

editing: ye

genre: somfte

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Jaskier flexed his hands and winced as he put down his lute. Winters offered him more down time than on the road, so he could spend the winter months composing to his heart's content, working on the longer ballads that he often neglected while tagging along on the Path.

The only problem with composing and songwriting non stop was that it made his hands ache terribly.

Between plucking at his lute and gripping his quill, his hands would usually start to protest a month or so into winter. But, as all good songwriters did, he pushed through the pain, willing to continue composing no matter what. He had a reputation to uphold and Witchers to help, after all. He couldn't afford to slack off.

Eskel did not share his views.

Well, neither did Vesemir, Geralt, Lambert and Aiden, but Eskel was the most vocal about it, often plucking the quill or lute from his hands after so many hours and demanding that he rest. Right when he was in the middle of a good line too! Jaskier had lost so many good ideas to Eskel’s forced breaks.

This was the first time though that he had chosen to take a break on his own that winter, and Eskel was on him in a second.

“Are you alright?” he asked, concern flowing off of him in waves as he approached Jaskier, who had been sitting the farthest away from the fire. It wasn’t his fault that the fire would dry out his lute!

“Fine,” Jaskier muttered as he struggled to close his bottle of ink. He didn't want Eskel to worry, but he realized perhaps a second too late that Eskel could probably smell the pain coming off of him.

“That’s not true,” Eskel said, seeing through the lie immediately. “Usually I have to force you to take a break.”

He didn't say anything else and Jaskier sighed. Eskel was waiting for him to admit that he was in pain, despite the fact that he already knew.

“My hands,” he whispered, forgetting that he was in a room full of Witchers with enhanced hearing. “They’re stiff, and sore, and cramped. More than usual.” He looked up at a blurry Eskel and it took him a moment to realize that he had been almost crying.

“Yeah no shit they hurt!” Lambert shouted from the couch. “If you keep fucking playing with that damn lute of yours theyre gonna fuckin fall off!”

“Lambert,” Aiden said sternly. “Shut up.”

Jaskier laughed and tried to wipe away his tears with his hands, but winced when his fingers cramped up.

Eskel brushed his hands away and gently wiped away Jaskier’s tears with his thumbs, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

“You need to not push yourself so hard, Jaskier,” he whispered, pulling Jaskier’s face against his chest. “You don’t need to spend every single waking second of the winter composing. Winters are supposed to be for relaxing, and you haven't been doing much of that.”

“I’m sorry,” Jaskier muttered into Eskel’s shirt. He longed to bring his hands up to hug Eskel and reassure him that this was fine, it just happened every so often, but his hands hurt too much. He didn't want them to cramp so hard that they ended up stuck in one position. That was never pleasant.

“No,” Eskel said firmly. “Don’t apologize.”

He tugged Jaskier closer to him, resting his chin on top of his head so that Jaskier was engulfed in the arms of his Witcher. Jaskier inhaled Eskel’s scent deeply. He smelled like he always did in the winters: of wood and musk, chamomile and fresh bread. It was Jaskier’s favorite smell in the world. It meant that his love was well rested and taken care of, healthy for once after a long year on the Path.

Eskel pulled away after a moment and tugged at Jaskier’s upper arm, encouraging him to stand.

“Come here,” he said, his eyes bright with what could only be an idea. And who was Jaskier to say no to him?

He followed Eskel over to the nest of furs that they kept in front of the fire, for puppy piles usually. Eskel directed him to sit down in the nest and then with a stern look not to move, he darted out of the room.  

“What the hell is that sneaky fucker- mmph” Lambert’s insult was cut off by Aiden kissing him on the mouth, likely to get him to shut up.

Geralt sighed and turned a page in his book, but Vesemir, who was sitting on the other side of the fire knitting, regarded them with a fond look before turning to Jaskier.

“I have a salve that you could put on your hands, it’ll help with the cramping,” he said.

“Oh! That’s very kind but-”

Jaskier was cut off by Eskel running back into the room.

“I already got it, Vesemir,” Eskel said, walking back to the nest.

Vesemir smiled knowingly and went back to his knitting.

“C’mere Jaskier,” Eskel said, sitting behind him and tugging one of the furs across Jaskier’s lap. He carefully rolled up the sleeves of Jaskier’s chemise before opening the little tub of salve. “Lean back, relax, you don't have to do any more composing today, or tomorrow, or this whole week. I’m going to take care of you.”

Jaskier was glad that his back was to Eskel because he could feel his cheeks flushing.

Eskel picked up Jaskier’s right hand delicately in his much larger, sword calloused ones. “Let me know if I’m hurting you at any point, okay?”

Jaskier nodded and watched, mesmerized, as Eskel began to rub out the cramps in his hand. He started with his fingers, beginning with his pinky finger, and rubbing out the tensions in each of the joints. It was almost painful at first, but Jaskier soon adjusted to it and found himself craving more.

Once Eskel had worked his way slowly through Jaskier’s fingers, he moved to his palm, taking it in both of his hands and massaging it slowly in small, but firm circles. Jaskier couldn't help the sigh of pleasure that escaped his lips.

“Yes, that’s it,” Eskel murmured. “Just relax, I’ve got you.”

Jaskier let his head drop back against Eskel’s shoulder as he looked out at the room. Lambert and Aiden were bickering over a game of Gwent, passing a bottle of White Gul back and forth between them. Geralt was pretending to read, but every so often his eyes would flick up to the game and he’d mutter sometimes useful hints to Lambert and Aiden.

Jaskier watched them fondly as Eskel moved to his wrist, giving the tendons there extra attention. From there he moved up Jaskier’s forearm to his elbow, massaging his skin carefully.

Jaskier flexed his hand experimentally and was surprised when he discovered that he had definitely more movement than before. But Eskel covered his hand scoldingly.

“No,” he said. “Don't go undoing all of my hard work.”

“Sorry,” Jaskier murmured. “It just felt so nice and-”

“I’m not done yet,” Eskel said, cutting Jaskier off as he dipped his fingers into the salve.

Eskel warmed the salve first in his hands before rubbing it against Jaskier’s skin. And Meliele’s sweet tits, if the massage had been heavenly, this was absolutely divine. Vesemir had been right, the salve was positively wonderful, seemingly wonderful, drawing out the pain from his hands almost instantly. Jaskier couldn't help the sigh that escaped his lips.

Eskel laughed lightly, rubbing the salve all over Jaskier’s hands and wrists, even going up his arm a little, before reaching for a few small straight planks of wood and a roll of bandages that he must have grabbed while he was getting the salve.

“Ah, ah, ah!” Jaskier protested. “Just what are you doing with that?”

“You don't want the salve getting everywhere,” Eskel explained. “So it’s best to put the bandage on until it soaks into your skin. And the splint will help keep your hands from cramping and getting stuck in an uncomfortable position while they’re bandaged.”

“But what is a musician without his hands!”

“A resting, healing one,” Eskel said, pressing a light kiss to Jaskier’s nose. “I’ll help you with everything, my songbird. I’m here to take care of you.”

Jaskier pouted but held his hand out to Eskel to bandage. “You better mean that.”

“Of course I do,” Eskel said, wrapping Jaskier’s hand and wrist in bandages first before placing the wood underneath it and arranging his fingers over it before wrapping it in even more bandages. The end result was a bit clunky looking and Jaskier wasn’t crazy about the fact that he wasn't going to be able to use his hands at all, but Eskel had promised that he would take care of him and Jaksier knew that he would deliver.

“See?” Eskel said, placing a kiss to the back of Jaskier’s bandaged hand. “All better.”

Jaskier smiled at his lover's efforts before leaning back against Eskel’s soft chest as he got started on his other hand. He watched his careful ministrations through half lidded eyes before the heat from the fire and the warmth from the furs lulled him into a half asleep state. The only thing keeping him awake was Eskel’s gentle massaging of his hand.

But eventually, Eskel finished, tying off the bandage with another kiss before wrapping his arms around Jaskier.

“Are you feeling better?”

“Yes,” Jaskier muttered truthfully. He was tired, but at least his hands didn't ache so fiercely anymore.

Eskel pressed another kiss to his hair and laid back, tugging Jaskier until he was resting his head on his chest, and wrapped a fur around the two of them.

“I’ll wake you in a few hours to take the bandages off,” Eskel murmured into his ear. “But until then, rest well my songbird.”

And Jaskier did. He fell asleep to the gentle roar of the crackling fire, to Lambert and Aiden’s drunken bickering, and to Eskel’s steady heartbeat under his ear.

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