#somft girl hours

[weird-dere-fics]

A little birdy told me you were having period cramps so I came here as fast as I possibly could to send you some Ichigo n' Bakugou lovin'

As insufferable as they both are with their trademark snark and brash attitudes, they're both very, very perceptive men and they're quick to pick up on you trying to hide the period pains and the cramps that come with it

Bakugou speaks in a much softer tone, his touch lingering over your skin for a couple seconds longer whenever he strokes your shoulder. He's seen first hand from his mother about just how bad monthly pangs can get and he's both gentle, yet firm, to offer you a massage. If you try to deny his offer, he shakes his head and he's already guiding you towards the bedroom

"Stop trying to fuckin' hide it and sit down," sounds suspiciously a lot like 'just let me take care of you' and there's a hint of concern in that low growl of his

He's insistently stubborn, refusing to budge or let you go until he's absolutely sure that the tension in your shoulders has alleviated. After tending to your body, he cooks up your favourite meal, having perfected it down to the very last detail

Ichigo is just a liiittle bit more insufferable when he notices that you're in a pretty bad mood. That boy likes to taunt and push you around in a playful manner, but when you snap back at him, baring your teeth, he backs off with wide eyes and raised brows

He honestly looks like some kind of bristled cat

He watches you stalk off in tense silence, wanting to ask a sassy, 'Jeez, what's eating your ass this morning?' but he just barely manages to hold his tongue back from muttering the words out of his smart mouth

Instead, he lets out a small sigh, and approaches you in an apologetic manner; gently wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your back flush to his firm chest, before nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, the bridge of his nose ghosting along your warm skin

"Twyla... " He murmurs your name quietly, his voice much more softer than usual, with his lips peppering tiny kisses all along the side of your throat, and he picks up on all of the sensitive spots that make you shiver

Me reading this in real time:

Knifie I will let u kith me back a thousand times and then I will proceed to kiss u back AGAIN another 10,000 times.

Pls I love them both so much :((((( 💖💖💖💖

Love how attentive Bakugou is here, n how he gently forces his way into taking care of me cus knowing me, if I thought it was inconveniencing him I prolly would decline. Crying at how I would be thanking him n telling him he didn’t have to and he just gets annoyed and straight up says “Let me love you, shitty woman” with a bit of a chuckle. He’s so sweet to me. It isn’t u til after the massage that I notice his lingering touches, the extra warmth, eye— 🥹🥹🥹.

And Ichigo? Man 🧎🏾‍♀️. We prolly would push each others buttons at times when teasing each other, but I appreciate so much that he can realize sometimes it’s the wrong time and that he goes to make up for it 🥺. I would melt very shortly after he murmurs my name during his embrace, starting to cry once he starts kissing my skin. Would feel so bad about snapping like that and absolutely crave the warmth he’s offering pls, I would crumble 😭😭😭. The way he chooses to go after me instead of leaving me be to stew on things 🥹🥹🥹. I love him so fucking much.

Thank you sm knifie I am coming to your house with treats and a plushie of a little spider with a knife and another smol plushie of a black bird with a red (hawks) feather in its beak.

[weird-dere-fics]

Idk if this was intentional bestie, but this feels like a continuation of this post and I’m loving it sm 💞💞💞💞.

Thinking about Katsuki showing up on your balcony late at night, knuckles knocking at the glass door beside your bed waking you up with a surge of adrenaline.

He's tired from his hero work and he hasn't had a chance to see you in weeks, not that he was obligated, the two of you using each other for weeks.

The real shock comes to you as you see pro hero Dynamight glaring at you from the cold, welcoming him into your apartment and realizing quickly that you've been fuck buddies with a pro and this is how you've found out.

He doesn't speak, he's tired, utterly exhausted and for some reason his tired body brought him here. Normally, when he'd show up at the front door of your apartment, he was on you in a second, making your knees weak with teeth gnashing kisses.

Tonight he looks dead on his feet.

"You okay?" Your voice is feather soft at 3am and when he doesn't answer you decide silence is best for now. Grabbing onto his large fingers only made larger by his gloves. Guiding him to your bathroom where you crank the shower and turn the light on low.

Here you can see the blood, dust, and grime that sticks to his hero uniform, one of the long sleeves ripped or burned away. Hopefully from his own quirk.

Gingerly you start with his gloves. Pulling at the Velcro at his wrists, shimming them off slowly as if he were a startled animal. He just looks down at you with this look in his eyes you can place, you just know it makes your stomach churn with far too many emotions.

Next you grab onto his heavy gauntlets, careful to set them down easily when you hear them slosh with sweat that he'd later deem too old and dangerous to keep but for now he lets your hands work. Manicured fingers undoing his grenade belt, placing them on top of his bracers, then the piece at his shoulders, before bending over to grab his steel knee pads.

Hooking your finger into he tongue of his steel toe combat boots, undoing the knot and loosing the strings while gently guiding his weight to one foot and then the other to remove them. Then again, pulling off his socks with ease placing them in your dirty hamper even if they'd make the whole thing smell like caramel and musk.

Pushing the hem of his shirt up, revealing the hard plans of his body. The one he earned through hard work and resolve. Discipline that he executed in every aspect of his life except with you.

He helps you by raising his arms until that too ends up in the basket in your linen closet. As if you'd do the laundry for his hero uniform.

Like he belonged here. Solidifying the fleeting thought when you pull his pants and boxers down, tossing them in before shutting the closet door.

When you go to leave he grabs onto the crook of your arm, still looking down at you from the corner of his eye with that sad, angry and almost numb look, like his eyes were dying embers.

"You'll stay." Only Bakugou has the ability to pose what is normally a question into a statement, a command and yet he doesn't sound demanding tonight.

So you stay, turning back around and when you realize he isn't getting under the burning hot stream of water, you begin to strip from your underwear and one of his old t shirts you managed to steal.

Grabbing onto his fingers, stepping into the shower and when the steam hits his back he audibly groans, similar to the sound he makes when he sinks into you.

After a few long moments you let your hand grab at the nape of his neck, pulling him to you as you later your heavily scented shampoo in your hands. He tries not to let his cock jump at the domesticity, at the idea that he'll smell like you for hours after.

Let's your nails rake at his scalp and lather his hair before you force him to rinse, repeating again when you decide he's dirty enough for a second wash through.

Lathering the conditioner with care and making him step just out of the stream as you grab your body wash. Another sigh leaves him as he watches you. He knows from your perspective all Bakugou can see you as is a sex object, a cock sleeve, but from the second he first slipped into your heat it was anything but.

It's why he kept coming back.

You drew the line in the sand after the second time, "fuck buddies don't catch feelings right?" "Right." He had confirmed gruffly, like he didn't already think he was falling for you. He knows it seems he always left right away but eventually, over the past few months, he left some things. That shirt you peel off your pretty skin not too long again for starters. He'd cook you meals for the week with the excuse that it was so you'd stay healthy enough to take his cock.

But really he was tired of seeing the evidence of take out or quick meals in your trash can and the bags under your eyes. Since he's been leaving the prepped containers for you, your health has seemed to improve.

It stings when you go over his shoulder, a small gash he didn't know he had and you care for it gently.

"It's deep." Concern in your tone as you talk to yourself, "It shouldn't need stitches...."

Your brows are furrowed up, biting your pouty bottom lip between your teeth as you think. But all he can think about is you, you, you.

And how you make him feel and how the last thing you said to him, although you truly do not remember, is I love you while his hand was around your throat.

The three words claw up his, raw and biting tired of being shoved down deep into his belly where butterflies die the second they're born.

"I love you." It slips past his tired tongue, his body weak from the sight of you combined with his 48 hour on call shift.

You look up at him, shocked, tears pricking your eyes in disbelief as you blink furiously, "What?"

A bit of his roughness returns to his stiff limbs, fingers grabbing at your jaw like he does when he doesn't approve of your response when you fuck.

"I said," He's growling, brushing his nose gently with yours, "I love you."

He doesn't give you room to reply or reject him, his lips finding yours, pressing hard enough your teeth gnash against his. Tongue claiming his stake on what's his making you sigh into his lips as the realization hits you.

Maybe, just maybe, he's always loved you.

[queenofsquids]

RATS GET

The smaller two are worn out after an hour of exploring their new home but the biggest girl is alert alert alert

The breeder had to reschedule our original time so I got to go pick them up suddenly today, several days early. I was not prepared for all the emotions I felt outta nowhere.

They are so terribly smol and somft and brave

[misscammiedawn]

Beguiled 2023 is over! There shall be words to be hard but now it's time for the bi-annual CamDawn Outfit Poll!

Vote for the best in show:

1: Casual Clothes - For those enduring a 7 hour car ride.

2: Yoga Fetish - For those wishing to test their post-surgery stretches and have listened to Ella's latest file.

3: Sunrise's Dress - (winner of Charmed 2023 best of show) for somft girls and trickster Fae at the start of the event.

4: The Soiree (2023 Beguiled) - for those who want the gentle touch of their softer side and the formal flair of the Fae.

5: Dazzling Dawn's Sleazy Vegas Look - for those who know their style.

6: Office Intern - For those looking to short circuit a writer who loves office attire.

7: The Masquerade - For Fae who wish to dance the night away.

8: Pyjamas - For Fae who push the body too hard after surgery and need to call it a night.

9: The Sluttiest Shirt in Our Closet - For those who want to bare mid drift in a button up shirt.

10: Street Clothes - For those who know all things must end.

[weird-dere-fics]

I posted 2,462 times in 2022

That's 707 more posts than 2021!

321 posts created (13%)

2,141 posts reblogged (87%)

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I tagged 2,460 of my posts in 2022

#reblog - 2,067 posts

#coolio visuals - 442 posts

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#moot affection uwu ❤️‍🔥 - 155 posts

#somft girl hours - 153 posts

#dere musings - 139 posts

#nice tingz 🌻 - 129 posts

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#bakugou thoughts - 116 posts

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Longest Tag: 140 characters

#but 1) i don’t have money lmao 2) i don’t know how to do it myself and 3) even if i did have money i wouldn’t know anyone to go to bsmdbsjsn

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#5

Ko-Fi link: https://ko-fi.com/weirddere

Since some ppl were asking 💜

I think i have an idea for the exchange but I need to put together the official announcement.

If anyone donates before I get that out, know that once I do I’ll be messaging u. Cus I still want u to have the thing too 💖💖💖.

@tteokdoroki @kweenkatsuki

20 notes - Posted October 23, 2022

#4

Hi all!

Here with my first 6 kofi exchanges 💗💗💗. Slots are still open :3. There are 20 available if anyone is interested ^_^. You can get two at a time until slots are full.

More info about this exchange here.

I’d like to thank these people who were kind enough to partake in this trade. It helps me a lot and I love y’all very much 💋💋💋. I hope you find the wait since donating worth it :).

@kweenkatsuki

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23 notes - Posted November 13, 2022

#3

εꨄ︎з Ko-Fi Exchange εꨄ︎з

Hi all! As previously mentioned I have been struggling financially, so I opened up a Ko-Fi account. If you would be interested in supporting me, you can do so via this exchange! If you’re not in a financial position to do so, just reblogging this post is a huge help :) <3. 

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33 notes - Posted October 27, 2022

#2

Friendly reminder to myself that any and every character I’ve ever loved would fall head over heels for me 💕. They would love everything about me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes to the core of my very soul. I will always be worth anything and everything in their eyes. They would cherish me and know losing me would be them losing their greatest treasure. They would spend the moments they can letting me know how special I am. They would never let me forget or doubt how much I mean to them. When I am by their side, the world is at peace and the sky sparkles.

39 notes - Posted February 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

@sems-diarie So I told him and uh-

47 notes - Posted February 16, 2022

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[heffrondriving]

Omg I was wondering how you make your wallpapers specifically how u made the BTR ones!!! Eeee they’re sooo good fyi

d'aww you're too sweet, thank you so much!!! ٩(●꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ●)۶〜♡ i honestly don't really have a set way of making them?? i just usually grab a whole bunch of screencaps from btr eps and fix their layout mostly from the ground up *nervously side-eyes the mountains of random asf pngs clogging up my downloads folders 👀* on paint tool sai and canva that i'm totally not ehem "borrowing" from my sister's premium college acct then i slap on a whole bunch of filters in some mobile photo apps like snow until the horribleness is somewhat disguised, and hit post and hope it looks decent and i'm not just delirious from sleep-deprivation. i really wish i have a better way of explaining it, but i'm absolutely no expert at this and my photo editing process for the past five years of being a chronic tumblr lurker has just been a cycle of fumking around and finding out. so sorry for the nonsense rambling but i super appreciate you a million! 💗

(ooh pls do feel free to request if you ever wish to though!! i live for getting new ones and it's litchrally the only way i ever get motivated to actually create these kinda edits ;v;)

PICTURED ABOVE: actual footage of me making my silly edits at ungodly hours of the night as my family implores me to for the love of god cease with my online war crimes

[bellsyafterdark]

It's somft thought time, please consider Din realizing just how little time Boba and Fennec have on their own -- after all, if one of them takes the day off, the other one will be holding court -- and deciding he's going to do something about that. So Din plans things out, gets up early, and by the time Boba and Fennec are awake Din and Paz are already armoured and ready to go downstairs and hold court. Yes, they'll be fine. No, they don't need Fennec to stay. No, the whole operation is not going to fall apart if you take a day off and spend some time with your mate, Boba, please relax.

I have no idea what those two idiots would even get up to on a date but honestly I think the night would end with them drinking at Garsa's and look. I just think the image of Boba and Fennec at a strip club is very funny. (possibly with explicit instructions from Din that if Fennec wants to play, she's allowed. Din's fully aware that Fen's gotten close to one of Garsa's girls and as much as Fennec loves their pack, she still kind of misses women sometimes okay)

Din and Paz holding court, as it turns out, goes better than they expected. Din has the time of his life playing up being just the daimyo's poor sweet omega, trying to manage court and in over his head, until whoever he's negotiating with dismisses him as a threat and Din can go for the throat. Paz has never been more in love.

Hahaha this is so fucking cute and I endorse it completely.

For Paz and Din to get up early enough to beat Boba and Fennec, it's seriously dark hours. Fennec is always the first to rise and at first she wonders if perhaps they slept somewhere else the night before but... no, wait, she does remember climbing over them to get into bed and tugging Din to spoon him from behind before she fell asleep.

Sound from the adjoining fresher suite draws her attention and, yes, there they are: fully armoured with Paz pushing his fingers through his freshly showered hair and Din helping him buckle the shoulder of his cuirass.

Fennec sits up in bed, immediately on alert. "Are we under attack?"

In bed at her side, Boba stirs groggily. His hand closes round her wrist and he squints at her in the dim.

Seeing that, Paz and Din exchange a small smile. Paz shakes his head, reaching for his helmet on the armour stand as Din crosses the room to sit beside their master assassin.

"We've planned... something for you," he says softly.

Fennec stares at him. "You know I hate surprises."

Din's hand gently closes over her own in the sheets. "What if... you and Boba took the day off?"

"What for?"

"To spend some time together."

Fennec glances down at their daimyo blinking at them sleepily from his pillow. They share a suspicious look. She looks back at Din. "Din, are you covering something you don't want us to know about?"

Boba reaches across her lap for Din's hand, gripping it gently. "We won't be upset, cyare."

Din looks between them, an incredulous look growing. "Is it so hard to believe we want to give you some time together? One of you is always holding court or carrying decisions--"

"Baby, that's the job," Fennec says.

"We knew that when we overthrew Bib Fortuna," Boba murmurs, endlessly patient with their covert mates, they didn't necessarily appreciate the ins and outs of these ways. "Someone always has to sit on the throne."

"We know," Paz crosses the room, armour gently clinking. "Din will hold court."

Boba and Fennec blink from Paz to Din.

A beat.

"You?" Fennec doesn't mean to sound so dubious.

"I've seen you both do it for months. I know what to do."

Boba sighs and he squeezes Din's hand on Fennec's knew. "Cyare--"

"Boba," Din cuts him off, his voice fallen to that cool, gravelly order that makes his targets sit up at attention and his mates inwardly cringe with warning. "Fennec. The world will not end if you leave us the palace for one day and spend some time together."

"Wh--" Fennec stammers, glancing between her silly, confounding mates, armoured and ready, realising they've resolved on this. "But why?"

It's Paz who responds, disarmingly gentle. "You never get to."

Fennec sputters and throws a look of incredulity at Boba who is looking equally confused. "Puppy. Baby. We're not like you, we don't need--"

Din leans forward, holding her eye, deadly serious. "You're going to take this time together and you're going to enjoy it, or so help me."

Fennec raises an eyebrow. "Or?"

"You don't want to know what," Din mutters. "Come on. Use your imaginations. Take the time. Enjoy each other. I know you've missed the girls at the sanctuary."

Hmm. Well. There is that.

"Fen." Boba strokes her wrist, fingers sliding up her elbow and she has to resist from inwardly squirming with that little flutter she still gets when Boba says her name with that rumble. "Maybe. One day. What do you think? Shoot some targets on the back rim? Take some time at Haller's spa. Rest. Finish at the sanctuary?"

Fennec purses her lips. It's not a bad idea at all. The thing is that she and Boba just don't have that same level of... softness and indulgence they mutually share with Paz and Din, that's not how they started nor what they've ever needed... but does it mean she loves him any less? No! It's just... different.

But would it also be so terrible if they indulged each other a little outside necessity?

Boba is searching her face with a soft expression, but there's a guard behind his eyes, something bracing for her refusal, and she knows he wouldn't hold it against her. But maybe it would mean something to him.

Her shoulders slump, and she leans down to kiss her daimyo in apology. "Okay. Just one day."

Gently in the background, she hears Paz and Din share a victorious little fist bump. It makes her smile. Boba and Fennec are so lucky to have them.

[weird-dere-fics]

Despite his huffing and puffing the entire time, Bakugou picks you up when you ask. You’re outside of the bar your friends had invited you all to, everyone packing up and gearing to go home but you—you’re tired. It’s been a long week, you didn’t really want to go out in the first place, but you did because Kirishima and Denki kept begging you and Bakugou to come, calling you both lovesick recuses.

But now, it’s late, your shoes are hurting your feet, you’re a little tipsy and you just want to lay down. You ask Bakugou if he can pick you up, carry you the entire way back to the car, and he begrudgingly agrees. Hefts you up into his arms with his hands under your ass and thighs, your bag slung over his shoulder, as you hold your shoes in your hands, arms wrapped around him. You rest your face against his thick neck, lipgloss smearing and sticky against his skin as you kiss and nibble at it the entire walk to the car.

“Stop it, woman.” He grumbles to you with no malice in his voice. You chuckle under your breath, eyes fluttering closed as you relax into his embrace. And you know there are people taking pics of you, your friends and strangers alike, of Dynamight carrying his partner as you both walked down the street to your parked car at midnight. You know there’s gonna be headlines of you getting too drunk and being unable to walk, but god, those tabloids are gonna be so wrong.

You just wanted the closeness of your lover, to be held and carried and squeezed every time you inhale his natural smoky and sweet scent. Just wanted to feel him wrapped around you, peck at the side of your neck with every few steps. Just wanted to feel him, feel safe, let go of the ache and stress of the world, even if it’s through a few minute carry to your car. That’s all you need, and Bakugou is always more than willing to give it to you.

[dapandapod]

So Jaskilion, thank you for the music, Jaskier wearing a gown, the bards just being somfte 🥺

Bards just being somfte, how about bards being somft HUSBANDS? For my sweet @jaskierswolf, after the wonderful ABBA marathon we had, and thank you @kuripon for doing a beta read in the middle of the night. My middle of the night, to be fair, but still!!

Warnings: mention of past harrassment and Geralt's accordion. That in itself needs a warning I think. Oh and, Dandelion is having a really bad day.

On Ao3 here! <3

Dandelion is so fucking tired. Some days are really just out to get you, and this day in particular seems to want him to have some sort of breakdown.

Anything that could go wrong did go wrong. Murphy’s law and all that. He stepped in a muddy puddle that was deeper than it seemed, he got stuck in the elevator for an hour, the trains were late, his boss were yelling at him (again, Valdo should go sit on something prickly), his computer froze while screen sharing during an important meeting, his food tasted vaguely like fish because the person before him didn’t obey the unspoken golden rule about not reheating fish dinners in their microwave in the office and -

Yes. Long fucking day.

The worst part about it?

He is this close to missing one of the most important nights this year, nay, his life.

Jaskier is singing tonight.

It’s been a while, a very long while in fact, since Jaskier stood on a stage last. When they met, Jaskier used to do musicals, karaoke nights, weddings. His voice is rich, beautiful, a voice that drives off the darkness of the night.

Jaskier sang at their wedding.

But after one particular incident while playing the lead role in a musical, a coworker who had harassed Jaskier to the extent that they had to go to court to keep him safe, Jaskier never stepped up on a stage again.

He tried.

Dandelion watched his hands shake, his face getting paler and sweat dripping down his neck. He heard his voice crack, his breath hitch, and the sobs in the back rooms where he thought no one could hear.

And then he just never performed for others again.

So tonight is very fucking important.

It’s just a small neighbourhood talent show, kitchen chairs collected and pushed together in front of a makeshift theater. Dandelion and Jaskier had helped prepare a few nights before, dining on the kitchen floor in wait for the big day, laughing and teasing each other.

And here Dandelion is, about to fucking miss it.

He looks at his watch one more time. It has already started, but Jaskier is the second to last act tonight, right before the big finale with Tissaia and her little magic helpers.

If he runs, he might make it. Hopefully.

Bursting through the doors, making old Vesemir jump in surprise, Dandelion makes it just in time for little Ciri to get up on stage and do her puppet show.

Gods, just in time.

Vesemir glares at him, but Dandelion just pats his shoulder as he passes, squeezing himself deeper into the room, closer to the stage. He has a stitch in his side from running, and this shirt will need a good washing tonight, but that is a small sacrifice.

Sitting down next to Ciri’s mother in the second row, he finally catches his breath. He is here. He made it.

Now he only hopes Jaskier makes it on the stage.

They talked about that too. There is no shame in backing out, none at all. Jaskier’s well being is more important than anything else. Dandelion will support Jaskier in anything he chose to pursue.

He just hopes the small spark Jaskier has been nursing these last few days will stay.

They all applaud politely when Ciri steps off the stage, Pavetta finally letting her phone fall into her lap, pausing what is sure to be the biggest spam on social media (this week) about her daughter’s many talents.

Ciri is an incredible girl; whenever they had the honor of babysitting her, she and Dandelion would spend hours by the piano. Or the guitar. Or the ukulele. Or the lute. Or the violin….

Triss walks up on the stage, thanking Ciri through a small and rather crackly microphone. Next up is Jaskier.

Dandelion's heart is in his throat. Jaskier didn’t want to tell him what song he chose, only that it would be something very special.

When his husband comes out on stage, Dandelion feels like he wants to fall to one knee all over again, butterflies dancing and swirling in his stomach.

The gown he wears is a deep blue, sparkling in the small spotlight, making him the focus of everyone's attention. Dandelion recognizes it immediately from Halloween a few years back, when there was a Eurovision theme.

Jaskier’s eyes roam the small audience desperately, and when his eyes fall on Dandelion, the tightness in his shoulders eases just a fraction.

He is still a little pale, and Dandelion can make out the small tremble in his hands when he reaches for the microphone in Triss’ hand, but oh, how very proud Dandelion is of him.

Jaskier’s eyes never let go of him, and when he walks the two small steps to the middle of the stage, Dandelion feels each foot fall through his own body.

“Thank you all for being here tonight.” Jaskier begins. “I would like to dedicate this song to the love of my life, and no, I’m not talking about this dress.”

Jaskier’s smile is blinding, and Dandelion hears the crowd chuckle.

“Dandelion, my beloved husband, thank you for always being there for me, thank you for drinking my terrible coffee, thank you for always, always believing in me. For always keeping the music alive within me, with or without words.”

Jaskier points to Triss on the edge of the stage, and she starts what is unmistakably ABBA.

“Thank you for the music, my love.”

The performance is a bit shaky. It is bound to be, Jaskier is fighting for every breath, every note, but it is every bit as beautiful and rich and clear as it ever was. As it has been in the shower, in the kitchen, in Dandelion's arms as they slow-dance around their living room at one in the morning.

The dress sparkles as Jaskier takes a few tentative steps, eyes again roaming the crowd, only to return to Dandelion to anchor him once more.

Dandelion could cry.

He registers Pavetta holding her phone up again. He will have to ask for the pictures (hopefully it's video) after. Right now, Dandelion's hand is pressed over his mouth, trying his utmost to hold back.

“I've been so lucky, I have a love with golden hair I wanna sing it out to everybody What a joy, what a life, what a chance.”

Jaskier sings, winking at Dandelion. Jaskier always loved Dandelion's blonde hair, playing with his curls, dragging his fingers through the silky strands.

The last notes ring out, and the audience clap politely again.

They don’t know how big this is.

Now Dandelion has to stay in his chair until Tissaia has finished her magic tricks, until the last little girls have scampered off stage, and Triss declaring Geralt and his accordion the winner for tonight.

Vesemir hoots loudly in the back, stomping his feet, and then Dandelion is out of his chair. The entire day has been shit, but to hold Jaskier in his arms, high on nervous energy and victorious joy, everything is forgotten.

The dress is a little scratchy under his hands, as is Jaskier's stubble against his cheek, but he holds him tight, as close to his heart he can muster.

“I am so proud of you,” he whispers, and he can hear Jaskier let out a happy little sniffle. “Let’s get home and get drunk off our asses.”

“We just need to find our chairs again, I’m not sitting on the floor in this dress,” Jaskier replies.

“How about no dress, the couch, and that strange cherry vodka you brought home the other day,” Dandelion bargains, kissing Jaskier's temple and grabbing his hand to walk back towards their house.

Jaskier thinks it over for a moment.

“Done. But only if we can blast ABBA so loud, the neighbours at the end of the street will hum Waterloo in their sleep!”

If Dandelion hadn’t already married this man, by gods, he would again.

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Blog Tags

(This post is more for me than anyone else, but for filtering purposes feel free to peruse below)

Blog Posts

#quwu = queued post

#dere talk time++ = blog updates

#dere fics convo = posts answering/responding to asks

#dere musings = me talking about anything else lmao

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#dere watches (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)📺🌟 = commentary on things I’m watching :3

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#dere’s dreams ☁️😴🧸💙 = me talking about my dreams

#🎐 commissions.twyla 🎐 = commissions for me <3

#🔖 commissions.moot 🔖 = commissions for moots, friends, n others owo

Memes n funnies

#memes by dere = memes I made/created and shitposts

#memes n laffs = funny things made by others

Shipping Tingz

#dere x (insert character I like here) <3 = self ship posts involving me and sum specific character I’m in love with

#self shipping type beat 🔊🎵🤎 = general self ship stuff involving me, or me x multiple charas

#fav chara lovin’ 💌 = just general self shipping posts

#moot shipping vibez ☀️🌙 = when I write or make things for specific moots n their lovers :3

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#somft girl hours = sweet writing that make me soft

#nice tingz 🌻 = writing motivation, mental health things, general encouragement, etc.

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#spicy 🥵 = things sexual in nature that aren’t quite or extremely nsfw

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#picrew = picrew

#future ask games 🌌 = reblogging ask games to have for later

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#reblog = posts on my blog that were reblogs

#dere reblogging herself = self reblogs

[timetravelingshark]

So what exactly is this "The Arcana" you keep reblogging stuff for and what's it about? I am curious.

Okay, so I haven’t played it too much yet (I’m only like a fourth of the way through Julian’s route and that’s it, RIP) but the gist of it is that it’s a visual novel where you can romance six different characters. It’s set in a fantasy world, primarily in the city-state of Vesuvia, which is based off of Renaissance Venice with some definite Middle Eastern and Indian influences as well. Tarot is an overarching theme in the stories: the main character, each love interest, and all of the supporting characters have different cards from the Major Arcana that represent them and give insight into their character. The Major Arcana has some pretty interesting forces at play within the world and greatly influence the story. There’s a chance of getting a good, aka Upright, ending, and a bad, aka Reversed, ending. It all depends on the choices that you make while playing.

The main plot is that your character, who is a magician in training (in this world, magicians can actually use magic and are considered very valuable) who is summoned to the palace by the Countess Nadia. She tasks you with finding out who exactly is responsible for the murder of her husband, Count Lucio, who was burned alive in his bed on his birthday three years ago. (What a way to go, yeesh.) The lead suspect is a man by the name of Julian Devorak, who was the head doctor for the palace and treated many Vesuvians during a horrific outbreak of plague within the city a few years ago. He confessed to the murder before disappearing, but his guilt may not be so set in stone..... You’re assisted in the investigation by your somewhat flighty but extremely talented and mysterious Master, Asra, and Portia, one of Countess Nadia’s most trusted servants. A few other very interesting figures pop up along the way, each giving their side of the story of Lucio’s death.

Along the way you meet a cast of amazing characters, all of whom have really awesome designs and fun, unique personalities. I’ll describe the love interests below the cut because holy SHIT I ended up writing way more than I originally thought and also while I haven’t played many routes this is what I’ve picked up from browsing the tags.

First: Asra Al-Nazar

Your Master and one of your dearest friends. Very enigmatic and a man of few words, and is definitely one of the more subdued and laid-back love interests. He tends to disappear for bits of time to places unknown and has a deep understanding of magic and the magical realm itself. He’s got History™ with many of the major players in the story and knows more than he lets on. He’s very Somft™ to the Apprentice and cares about them greatly. Just generally a very sweet if mysterious guy. Lotta people really like him and for good reason.

Countess Nadia

The widow of Count Lucio and the ruler of Vesuvia. She’s very poised and generally keeps a cool demeanor about everything. She’s a very competent ruler and loves her people. Has, hands down, some of the absolute BEST outfits in the game. Like this girl ALWAYS looks good, and like a wealthy aunt, is always willing to make her loved ones look good, too. Very intelligent and crafty, and loves horseback riding and music. Doesn’t care much about the class of a person, and rather their talent and character. However, like all people, she does have flaws. She holds grudges for a very long time and holds them with a white knuckle grip. She’s also extremely reserved and finds difficulty in trusting people, expressing herself, or making herself vulnerable. Like Asra, is very Somft™ with the Apprentice and is very easy to simp for. 

Julian Devorak

The man I’m currently simping for. And yes, you can smooch the accused murderer! He’s a very tall goth doctor who cares way too much and has a massive guilt complex that he hides under a mask of drama and suaveness. Very much a protector type and would do absolutely anything for the people he loves. This man tries not to worry the people around him but at the same time probably survives off of like an hour of sleep and caffeine and he really looks it. He likes being very smooth and cool but if you throw him off his game this boy gets FLUSTEREDDDDD it’s great and hilarious. Kind of has Flynn Rider vibes. Love him to bits. (Can you tell that he’s the only character whose route I’ve played so far???) He wants to find out who killed Lucio, and why. (Minor spoiler: he doesn’t know if he did it or not and would rather like to find out) Feels as though he’s failed everyone he loves and can swing between joy and melancholy very quickly. He’s also ridiculously self-sacrificing. Despite all this, very loveable.

Portia

Nadia’s most trusted servant and also my homegirl. Very sweet, bubbly, and snarky, but is also a total ride or die. Very loyal to Nadia, but will side with the Apprentice over her on certain issues. She knows pretty much everything that goes on in the castle and all the secret nooks and crannies. She lives in a little cottage in the middle of the palace gardens alongside her kitty, Pepi, where she has a huge garden full of fruits and vegetables and flowers. She’s definitely a cottagecore type girl. Also pretty adventurous and willing to go do crazy shit if need be. She’s rather secretive, though. Her personality is quite a bit like my own, which is probably why I don’t really have her on my to-romance list, but I’ll still do her route to satisfy the little completionist gremlin that is my brain.

Muriel

Count Lucio. Or at least, his ghost.

Ah, the BEEG BOI. At a whopping 6′10, he’s the tallest and most muscular of all of the love interests, so if you’re into that Muriel is absolutely your man. He’s very stoic and grumpy, and almost always has a furrowed brow, even when he’s happy. Very much a hermit and likes to keep away from civilization and society. Underneath it all, he’s very gentle towards the ones he loves and especially loves animals and nature, especially dogs and his beloved chickens. Seriously, this boy loves his chickens. When he smiles it’s absolutely adorable. Kind of afraid of his own strength but has no qualms about using it if necessary. Don’t piss him off, he’s scary when he’s angry. Like Nadia, holds a grudge for a long time and is again, very antisocial.

And lastly (and most surprisingly),

Ah, this trainwreck. He’s such an asshole, but such a loveable asshole. Full of himself and with a flair for the gaudy and dramatic, he’s one hell of a piece of work but with the Apprentice’s help becomes an actually good person. Despite his vanity, cruelty, and pettiness, when he decides he likes you, you’re one of his people and he’ll love you wholly and move the heavens and earth for you. Still kind of holds a flame for Nadia despite everything, which is actually really sweet, fight me. He’s kind of got a hero complex and runs headfirst into things without thinking and desperately needs someone to hold him back by the collar at all times because while not pure of heart, this man IS dumb of ass. His facial expressions and dramatics are absolutely hysterical and he’d rather die than admit it but he’s such an ugly crier and it’s hilarious and also very endearing. He’s also kind of in denial about being actually dead, and instead refers to his state as a ghost as being an “Oopsie” and that he’s “Just stuck >:(” He actually doesn’t know who killed him, but is determined to find out. Underneath his pomp and circumstance he’s actually pretty vulnerable and super lonely and could probably do with some hugs and actual human connection. As I said, he does become a good man, or at least a better man, but it takes work on both his end and yours. A pretty divisive route among fans. I’ve personally played the first two chapters of it and honestly I really love him. At the same time, I’m pretty sure if I met someone like him IRL I’d try to strangle him, so there’s that. He’d probably be into that though, the kinky bastard.

So yeah! There’s the main characters and a bit of the plot. Sorry for such an essay but I really wanted to explain all this since you were curious (^^;) I’d definitely recommend playing it, I've had a lot of fun! 

(Also, tip: the scenes that you can buy with coins are just little add ons and treats for the player- the game is very explicitly NOT pay to win and what matters when it comes to getting a good or bad ending is what non-paid dialogue options you choose while interacting with them.)

[weird-dere-fics]

Bakugo would be so upset finding out about all of my medical debt and that I haven't been taking one of my meds because it's too expensive

I love the idea of him being accidentally philanthropic, because he finds out that there are kids that can’t afford treatment, or people that are about to lose their homes because they can’t afford rent, or he sees a story online about a woman who had something stolen. And he just pays? He doesn’t even do it to boast or be “Dynamight”… he’s just a nice guy? Like he doesn’t tell his agency, doesn’t tell the media… the only reason they ever find out is because the people that he’s helped speak out about it whenever people are talking shit about him.

But of course then it makes it harder for him to form relationships with people, worried that people only want him for his money or his status… So he ends up hiding himself away and shielding himself from the pain of someone not wanting him for him. Cause honestly, who would want him?

So he continues quietly visiting his fans, or helping people out. Waking up one morning to see your gofundme goal has been exceeded or you have enough money for groceries.

Bakugou is rich, but he has way more than he needs to live comfortably, and no one to share it with.

[psycho-mocha]

*tries to imitate Tom Holland lip syncing Umbrella and fails poorly* let's pretend that didn't happen

*smol voice* here's a tiny gift -go listen to Too Sad To Cry and Older and House With No Mirrors by Sasha Sloan

And lil Mocha Bean , you wanna hear some interest facts today ?

Mocha Bean is the most awesome hooman bean to exist

Mocha Bean is amazing in all ways and should be loved by everyone . And everyone who doesn't , certainly has bad taste

Mocha Bean is a somft smol lil adorable cute bean that should be protected by all cost

Mocha Bean is THE Mocha Bean

Mocha Bean deserves more love and comfort and love and I'll kill anyone who denies

Mocha Bean is fucking badass bitch

Mocha Bean has so much ✨ Mocha✨

It's all true facts backed by science and if you deny I'll hit you with a chappal ,

Repeatedly :D

I wuv you bye <3

xoxoxo

Artemis

tom holland lip syncing umbrella was a cultural reset i literally watched it on repeat for hours in 2019 ( i was so cringe)

HFKDJSHFKSDJ I KNOW BOTH THOSE SONGS AND THEY ARE exquisite love them

and all those pointers made me smile however you do not have solid hard poof and therefore your thesis has been rejected <3

i wuv you too

xoxo

gossip girl 

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Willow’s tags:

girl dad bakugou waaaaahhhh i have many thoughts

[yesokayiknow]

I trust your taste so, I'm doing a rewatch right now but I was going to skip all of 11 cause I don't have the patience at my old age but also I vaguely remember there being some standout episodes that I probably should revisit. So, your top ten (or so) 11th doctor episodes, please?

idk why you'd trust my taste at ALL but okay! (they're in canonical order btw!! not like the order of how much i like them or anything)

vincent and the doctor - look i don't need to explain this one we've all sobbed at it we will all continue to sob at it

the impossible astronaut/day of the moon - You Gotta Have Some River Eps Okay also canton is !! so good (points taken away obvs for 11 manipulating his friends & completely ignoring amy's right to know abt her own body but oh well i guess !!)

the doctor's wife - on one hand u have the ultimate in mansplaining in this ep as 11 tries to tell the tardis?? how to build a tardis???? on the other hand. somft. and also i'm gay for suranne jones but Who Isn't

the girl who waited - real bastard hours for 11 right here but god,,,,karen gillan,,,,,,breaking my heart with her acting,,,,,,,,,,also she has a sword,,,,,,,,,

the god complex - gotta love an ep where the doctor gets called out!! god i love those kind of eps okay also rory not being affected at all by the alien's abilities is still legitimately the funniest thing ever agkdha

the asylum of the daleks - yes i'm gay for jenna coleman we been knew BUT also this is a dope plot anyway (even if the subplot makes me want to lock moffat & whedon in a room and tell them to never write about infertile women again please and thanks)

the power of three - introduction of the love of my life kate stewart 🥰🥰 also as much as i do hate 11,,,,,the ponds + 11 ARE soft ok

the crimson horror - aka that time the doctor & clara were so shit at their jobs they needed to be rescued agkdhajs but it's just a really neat framing device and the villain is legit terrifying and also the paternoster gang???? so good (but yep!! 11 sure does just kiss his friend that he knows is a lesbian huh!!! just kisses her without yknow asking or saying anything and it's played as laughs!!!!!!! ffs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

the day of the doctor - worth it just for war doctor immediately dissing 10 & 11 tbh but also! kate!! osgood!!! clara rescuing the doctor(s)!!! the moment!!!!!!!!

the time of the doctor - look i do hate 11 but matt smith is SUCH a good actor & 'amelia?' 'raggedy man,,,,,goodnight' gets me every TIME (even tho yeah damn he really just straight up ignored that clara was even THERE huh)

[memaidraws]

somft girl hours, cute couples, shiney

JKJAKDJKAL LACY PLEAAsE ; A;