#Dandelion’s-finds

[qiinamii]

we'll do fine.

[dandelionskiiies]

pinned

🍄(Listen to the sound of the earth turning~🐚

Hello! I’m dande, or dandelion! You can call me mum though. I consider all my followers my children 🪵

This is a simple info on me! And things i do 🌳

here, i will post facts about mushrooms, plants, herbs, and other things (will be tagged with #dandelion’s-facts)

i will post moodboards (free to request, will be tagged with #dandelion’s-moodboards)

i will post random little finds i make (such as bugs, cool plants, and other objects. Will be tagged with #dandelion’s-finds)

anything roleplay-related will be tagged (#dandelion’s-rps)

anything extra will be tagged (#dandelion’s-skies.)

[heybiji]

dandelion casually dropping traumatic information while insisting that instead of killing the problem wizard they simply burn his tongue

[steddieonbigboy]

Abnormal Behaviours

written for @steddiemicrofic march prompt ‘pin’ wc: 388 | rated: T | cw: none | read on ao3

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"What's a three letter word for badge?"

They're sat at the kitchen table, drinking coffee in the late morning light, and enjoying a rare day off together when Steve interrupts the Dio tape Eddie has playing over on the counter. It takes Eddie a moment to remember how to form words before he can offer a response to the crossword clue Steve has just thrown at him.

"Uhh pin?"

"Yeah that works, so what about 'not you'?"

"Me?"

"Sure, yep," Steve scratches his nose as he scans the newspaper, "Okay how about 'opposed to' for seven letters?"

"Against?"

"And, um, 1979 album by Pink Floyd?"

"The Wall? Hey, wait a second," Eddie grabs the puzzle pages from Steve's hands and stares at the blank sheet before looking up with a laugh, "You little shit!"

"C'mon Ed's," Steve grins unrepentant, "When have I ever willingly done a crossword? And to answer your question, yes. Yes, I will pin you against the wall."

"Did you seriously make fake crossword clues to get me to ask you that?"

"Robin helped."

"Robin help- well of course she did, neither of you can function without the other."

"Yeah, we're like guinea pigs."

"Stevie, baby," Eddie pinches his nose before taking a deep breath, "I'm not even going to dignify that with a response."

"What? It's true! They get lonely without a friend," Steve sits up straight from where he's been slouching against the kitchen table, "And one of the books we read said that they can 'develop abnormal behaviours' if left alone and that's us!"

"Okay, two things. One, why have you read multiple books about guinea pigs? And two, why have you read multiple books about guinea pigs?"

"Oh, so it's fine for you to read multiple books on random subjects," Steve pouts, "But when I do it, it's weird?"

"It is when the subject matter is guinea pigs!"

"Me and Robin were thinking about getting one," Steve shrugs, "So, we were being responsible pet owners and doing some research first, and now we know that we have to get two!"

"Look, not that I don't love the idea or anything, but can we please get back to you pinning me against the wall?"

"Nope. In fact, I think we should go pick Robin up and go to the pet store instead."

[anonymousdandelion]

The first thrilling sequel to the other poll, per popular demand

if you had a different or more specific reason for voting or not voting, or if you had a combination of reasons, choose whatever option comes closest to your actual primary motivation, and feel free to elaborate in the notes

[teatitty]

Leans back in my chair. Dandelion was only in his late teens or maybe early 20's when he first started travelling with Geralt. How many ~ interesting things ~ did he discover about himself during their travels. Can you imagine them getting thrown into a prison cell together and Dandelion is super quiet and kinda just shuffling his feet, avoiding eye contact, and Geralt takes one look at his shackled hands and feet, at the bruise on his jaw and his rumpled clothes, and tonelessly goes "Really? Right now?" and Dandelion's like "I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS A THING UNTIL JUST NOW GIVE ME SOME SLACK PLEASE"

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 26

Jaskier has been recognized as the runaway viscount of lettenhove by a band of bandits. Embarrassingly, they seemed to have found him in the midst of buying a personalized gift addressed "To My Beloved." Perhaps a hairclip shaped like a dandelion, or perhaps an embroidered handkerchief, or something else dainty and delightful. The bandits drag Jaskier away for ransom, even as he tries futilely to explain that his lover will NOT be polite to them if they continue down this road. I mean, whatever fancy shmancy noblewoman whose skirt he's chasing can't be that threatening to their operation, right? They write up a ransom note, intending on sending it along with a lock of Jaskier's hair, and a few drops of his blood to show they're serious. They slice across Jaskier's wrist, but there's much much much more blood than they expected, because the man slicing his wrist is suddenly missing his head. Huh. Perhaps they've underestimated Jaskier's beloved. He did try to warn them.

[dandydanthelion]

my good lady wife, nadia, as a barn owl!!

julian is next :)

asra, portia, muriel, lucio

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Here's a dandelion for the fairy boys!

*holds it out*

Oh uh-!

thanks, but uh--

Oh dear...

[hanzajesthanza]

when your friend is writing a fic or analysis it feels like this

[trainingdummyrabbit]

i love zenitsu demonslayer because every other character has some “oh yeah they had a family and then things Happened and then this and that” but for him he just. Spawned In, One Day. assigned orphan at birth. worlds most pathetic infant. both of his parents missed the day of his birth, etc etc. 

[dandelionsandderivatives]

I'm making some pad thai sauce, which is supposed to be for supper tomorrow, but it smells so good that I may make the executive decision to have it for supper tonight.

If it tastes as good as it smells, it will be

a) the best pad thai I've made so far

b) entirely impossible to recreate, since I stretched my fish sauce with soy sauce and anchovies, and stretched my brown sugar with honey and molasses.

[heybiji]

dande's dying btw

[ladycibia]

went down a huge rabbit hole of attempting to consume every single piece of witcher art you've ever created. i hope I've managed to absorb them all into my eye holes. I didn't want to blow up your notifs with spam likes... but just know I adore everything you've ever made ahaha.

chibi geralt is my life blood, and the way regular jaskier interacts w him... genuinely has me kicking my feet ùwú I kinda want to write a fic with their dynamic (my wip pile is glaring at me for just thinking it haha)

Sorry it took me so long to reply. I just wanted to let you know how much joy your message brought me - and still brings me! Seriously: I’m so flattered. I’m extremely happy you enjoyed my silly artworks and deliberately decided to go through all of them, they’re quite a lot! I really don’t know what to say. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

[shhh-secret-time]

Baby please, I am begging you to get out of the tags!! You can't keep those headcanons there! Because when I read that Butters is the museum owner in your Au I squealed so loudly!! He would be so cute! Getting all stary eyed everytime you bring something in??? AHHHH! 💖💖💖💖

Yes!! He starts off just so sad that the museum doesn't have anything. Constantly cleaning the display cases even though there's nothing in there.

But the farmer (you), come around with the little trinkets you find at the mines. Digging things up or finding them while fishing. And like you said he just gets these stars in his eye. (Yeah he still lost the other one)

Goes on for hours if you'll let him! Speculating the history behind the dwarven artifacts. He polishes those gems with such care! Butters is the happiest he's ever been since leaving the big city.

I think Kenny and him decided to just runaway one day. They grabbed Karen and moved out to the valley!

(That way if you ship Bunny it works, and if you don't it's just two besties supporting each other.)

As you start bringing in more things he starts looking over at the front door more. He perks up expecting you to come in covered in dirt, but he thinks it gives you a certain charm. He can smell the earth on you and immediately associates you with a flower of some kind. He'll change the flower pinned to his shirt to whatever that flower is. Got red hair? He's got tulips. The prettiest blue eyes ever?! Hydrangeas put carefully next to his heart. Oh you think your brown eyes are boring? How dare you, they're patches of soil that help support life!

Dude practically has hearts fluttering around his head when he sees you. Lips quivered into a smile, trying not to giggle just because he's nervous.

I swear his one heart event would be him crafting you something. He works with Scott to build a display case for it and sends it to you. It's not so big that it won't fit in the mailbox, maybe like a little box. It'll be something that doesn't belong in a museum but maybe one day it'll be in the house you share.

I'm working on Stan's sheet right while I'm at work! I'm writing up heart events like he's gonna be in the game ☠️

Tag List: @hunnysnoops @apple-butter-tea

[anonymousdandelion]

Okay, but seriously, if you live somewhere with snowy winters that have lost their charm in comparison to the mundane discomfort of cold and shoveling and wet socks… go find yourself someone from another part of the country or world who has never seen snow before.

Watch them gape at the white-roofed cars and gaze at the snow-laden trees. Watch them gasp and laugh and whirl with wonder; watch them exclaim in astonishment over how much there is, and watch them disbelieve you when you tell them these couple inches are only a tiny taste of winter, hardly a real snow at all, just wait until next time. Watch them make their first snowman and see their first snowstorm and catch their first snowflake on their tongue.

Look through their eyes and see the magic of countless tiny, glittering crystals, each one intricate and unique, dancing in the air and collecting together to envelop the world in frozen fairy dust.

And if you don’t know someone who has never seen snow before, pretend that that someone is you.

I am shoveling raw magic off the sidewalk. I must go warm up inside because my socks are soaked through with melted enchantment.