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lumiconic · 1 year

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“ i’ll call you home ”

✧ diluc, thoma, zhongli, eula, mona, lumine, kazuha, yoimiya ; domestic fluff

✧ recently i’ve been really into two hearts by nzca lines :3

… diluc brings flowers home every single day. soft curls of light purple honeysuckle and padisarah that tickles your nose with its sugary scent. strings of primrose that he weaves into dainty crowns with surprising tenderness. exotic and bright hibiscus and glaze lilies, bouquets of bright yellow forget me nots, and a stunning arrangement of apple blossoms, white clover, and dahlia. every blossom has eons of meaning behind it, the academic kind of which you could barely begin to fathom; but his gentle smile when he presents you with a freshly picked red rose is enough, you think, to understand it all.

… thoma takes care of every chore around the house, with the kind of speed and skill that makes you look amateurish in comparison. though he’s an expert at every chore, your favorite will always be when he does the laundry, because no matter how much sweet-smelling soap he uses, he is always wreathed in the sharp scent of smoke that seeps into the fabric itself. maybe he doesn’t notice because it’s so constant, but you do, and you love it. you can close your eyes, press your nose to your favorite shirt and take a deep breath and imagine that he is right there, wrapping you in a warm embrace.

… zhongli remembers how you take your tea, whether you prefer sharp mint or sweet black or bitter matcha. he always makes sure to choose the most perfectly decorated pot, studded with gemstones in your favorite color or swirled with elaborately opulent metal shavings. when you arrive home, the moment you close the door behind you, he’s there holding a freshly brewed pot and all the honey or sugar you could want, and the curls of steam rising into the air from the ornately carved lip of the teapot frame his understanding and calm look as he asks how was your day?

… eula is always practicing her dancing, whether in the tiny, unconsciously imperial tapping of one heel against the floor, or a real performance where she throws her lithe frame into each move with all the force she can muster. in the privacy of her own home, she enjoys music, and loudly. the kind of thumping volume that brings a grin to your face. because, no matter what room you’re in you can hear the sound of it pulsing through the floor and follow the noise to find her, performing for an imaginary audience with her eyes closed tight and a beautiful smile spread across her icy, regal features.

… mona knows her apartment is small and desolate, can feel it in the cramped edges of her bedroom where dust collects quicker than she can wash it away. but she is prideful, and refuses to have the person she loves living with her in a place that feels empty or ugly. she throws herself into decorating, exchanging star readings for vases of fresh cecelias, taking money saved from her astrology column to purchase cheap tapestries that she adorns herself with hand woven tassels and specks of glimmering stone, and making it hers. making it yours. in the end, it looks as beautiful as any regal palace.

… lumine’s true home is among the stars, but for now she resides in an enchanted teapot, with you as her most special tenant. with a wave of her hand, she summons anything you could possibly want; a game of popping balloons, a bed with pillows as soft as clouds, entire hot springs. you would ask her to slow down, to stop exerting herself on extravagances like this just for you, but she looks so excited, blushing bright red and smiling shyly, whenever she presents you with a new gift, and there’s something flatteringly magical about how she offers you these things crafted with nothing but love.

… kazuha has had no desire for a physical house, because every gathering stormcloud, glimmering dewdrop, whisper of wind that gusts through his hair is home to him, the expanse of beauty that can be found in every inch of teyvat. so if he were to show you his home, it would be from underneath a silk umbrella he traded a hand written poem for, holding a melon he sliced with his iron sword, sweeping his fingertips out over the plains of inazuma with a serene smile on his face as he awaits your response to his eager joy at showing you, the person he loves the most, the things he considers the most beautiful.

… yoimiya loves the bliss of waking up every morning to find you beside her. she loves that you are a permanent fixture of her life now, someone who’s there whenever she needs. if she could make you a holiday, an official cause to celebrate and roar her favorite songs over the hills and set off fireworks in the sky every single day, she would. maybe she can’t officially, but no one can stop her from celebrating on her own; baking lopsided cakes and carving your likeness out of wood and whispering your name into the wind with a giggle and cupping your face in her hands and planting kisses on your forehead and cheeks every night before you go to sleep.

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ayyy-imma-ninja · 2 months

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Oi! Hello, there!

Have the fairy boys ever had coffee? Do they have favorite drinks?

Sorry if this has been asked before.

Good-day! Love your character designs, ao3 stories, comics! :)

hello!

The fairies actually do not like coffee, much too bitter X3

As for favorite drinks, there is always the classic water, dewdrops, they like honeysuckle, they drink tea, fruit juice, and they love hot chocolate!

thank u so much!

#answered ask #fairy au #dca fairy au #drinks #fairy au lore

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forlorn-crows · 9 months

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Like A Moth To Flame

something for @miasmaghoul bc she didnt get the birthday week she should have

Pairing: Cumulus/Dewdrop

Tags: fingering, facesitting, heat cycles, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, dew is a gentleman and will give lus whatever she wants

Words: 1913

Summary: “I need you,” she rasps. Dew’s about to ask again when the scent hits him; honeysuckle, sweet nectar, vanilla. And under that, salt, tangy citrus, sheer need. Sex.

“‘Lus,” his voice softens, “what’s wrong?”

Dew clears his throat and tries not to groan. “You’re—”

“In heat,” Cumulus answers. “Please, I,” she whines, nearly doubling over, “it wants you. The heat it—I only want you.”

or, under the cut:

The knock on the door startles him awake, jolting him from that hazy, just-about-to-fall-asleep headspace. Dew grumbles, launching himself from the bed and stomping across the room. He had been fitful all evening. He was just about to fall asleep, finally able to get comfortable. The fire ghoul huffs a piece of disheveled hair out of his face and yanks the door open, harsh words already biting at the seam of his lips.

“The fuck do you wa—” Dewdrop stops short, taking in the tear-faced ghoulette standing in front of him.

Cumulus stands clutching her own arms, clad in only her silky, skimpy pajama set. Her skin is dripping with sweat, running hot from the tips of her ears down to her bare toes. She’s panting too, looking at Dew with wild, desperate eyes.

“‘Lus,” his voice softens, “what’s wrong?”

“I need you,” she rasps. Dew’s about to ask again when the scent hits him; honeysuckle, sweet nectar, vanilla. And under that, salt, tangy citrus, sheer need. Sex .

Dew clears his throat and tries not to groan. “You’re—”

“In heat,” Cumulus answers. “Please, I,” she whines, nearly doubling over, “it wants you. The heat it—I only want you .”

“Me,” he says, dumbfounded. It’s not as if he’s a stranger to Cumulus in his bed; quite the opposite. But never has he been alone with her during her heat, preferring to be an accessory to her usually holing up with Cirrus or even Mountain when she’s in the thick of it. He’ll never complain about that.

But this is new. Not unwelcome. Just . . . new.

“You. Satanas , you, baby,” Cumulus sighs, reaching out to cup the side of his face. The waft of her scent and the heat of her hand makes his dick twitch in his sweatpants. She runs her thumb over the swell of his bottom lip and his eyes flutter.

“Fuck, ‘Lus,” he breathes.

She steps closer. “Take care of me?” she asks, pulling the hand holding open the door from the handle, bringing it instead to cup her through her shorts. She bites back a whimper as his hand makes contact with the wet spot already there. “Please.” Her voice is so small, breaking as she presses Dew’s hand firmly against her body.

Dew’s breath catches in his throat, the sudden urge to eat her out in the doorway making his blood run that much hotter. Any thoughts of sleep drift out of the room on trails of her scent as he tugs her inside with a husky yes .

He bullies her onto his bed, shoving the pillows together in a makeshift backrest. Dew follows her down and melts against her, groaning when Cumulus grips him tight to her body and kisses him hotly, all tongue and fang. Her thick thigh slots between his legs, making him gasp against her mouth.

“Your hand,” Cumulus breathes. “ Please , need your hand, baby.” Dew doesn’t hesitate to shove his arm between them, slipping beneath her shorts and pressing between her folds with thin fingers.

“Oh ‘Lus ,” he groans. “Seven hells you’re fuckin’ wet.” He slides lower, teasing her entrance. Her cunt is slick and velvety beneath his fingers, accentuated by the wet, creamy sounds that grace his ears as he pets her.

"Faster," she gasps. "Need t' cum, please, fast— fuck ." Dew circles her clit with steady, even pressure, tucking his face into her neck and kissing the sweaty curls stuck to her skin.

"Gonna give you as many as you want," Dew purrs. "However you want, sweet thing. Come on, that's it." Cumulus keens under his hand, thighs shaking beneath him. She clutches at his shoulders, his back, his hair. He presses the heel of his hand right into the place where her waistband would sit, speeding his fingers just enough to make her gasps turn into frantic, reedy cries.

“ Dew , baby, oh —”

“Yeah, right there? Right fuckin’ there, huh?” he goads, nosing along the shell of her ear.

“Cumming, I’m cumm ing ,” Cumulus chokes out. Her belly goes warm and fuzzy, hips already stuttering up into Dew’s even warmer hand as she chases that pleasure. Blooming and bursting until she cums, digging her claws into his biceps and arching off the bed.

“ FuckDew—hhnnnfuck —” Slick dribbles past his fingers as he works her through it. He can feel each throb of her cunt pulsing against the tips of his fingers, little moans wrenching their way out of her mouth with each twitch. Dew keeps pace until she snatches his hand by the wrist and sags against the sheets.

He places a kiss to her temple and snuggles up to her side. “So hot, ‘Lus,” he groans. He’s hard against the crease of her hip, but he doesn’t dare grind against her leg. It’s not about him. It’s about her.

“Want you in my mouth,” he breathes, kissing along her jaw. “Want you on my face. Get me all wet, wanna make you feel good. Let you use me.”

“Shit,” Cumulus whispers. She pulls his face to hers once more, kissing him deep. “You’re so good to me,” she mumbles against his lips, “make me feel so— hah —” Dew gropes one of her tits, kneading gently.

“Yeah? Maybe I should suck on these instead, make you cum like that. Soak your shorts.” She whines into Dew’s mouth. “So pretty when you do.”

Cumulus nods her head up and down in quick little motions. She pushes up against his hand, encouraging him, the need and edge returning just as strong as before.

He smiles against her mouth. “But you should sit on me first,” he whispers, already rolling off to her side. “Take what you need. Smother me with those pretty thighs.”

“Yes, baby, yes .” Cumulus flips on top of him, straddling his waist and grinding down on his clothed cock. It gets him to groan so she does it again, unruly curls falling down to shroud each side of his face when she leans over him.

“ Fuck , ‘Lus, just like that.” She kisses away the next groan that falls from his lips, more languid this time, but still just as fervid. She kisses like she wants to become a part of him, like she wants to meld their bodies together. Dew, of course, would happily let her.

Cumulus pulls away, dragging her teeth over his bottom lip before she lets his mouth go. Dew smooths his hands over her stomach and sides as she sits up and pulls off her cami. She shakes out her curls, pushing them back behind her shoulders.

Cumulus bites her lip when she glances back down to see Dew looking at her with lidded eyes, rapt. “What’s that look for, Dewbug?” she smiles.

He hums. “You know what it’s for,” he says, moving his hands up to her chest. “Could look at you all day. Just the prettiest cloud in the sky.” Her mouth drops open when he cups her tits, craning his body up to kiss at them. “And the hottest,” he gives her a peck, “and the fuckin’ sexiest,” another peck, and a tweak to her nipple for good measure. His hands wander back down to her sides, sliding further back to grab at her ass instead. The air ghoulette gasps as he pulls her up to her knees, pulling her hips closer to his face. “Gorgeous, all of you. And I want all of you, ‘Lus,” he breathes, pressing his nose to the front of her shorts and breathing in. “ Satanas , I could eat you whole.”

Cumulus gasps as he nips at the fabric, pulling at it with his teeth. “Please do,” she groans, slipping off her soaked shorts. She shimmies back up to hover over Dew’s face, bracing her arms on the wall. The fire ghoul grabs at her thighs and groans.

“Give it to me,” he growls. “Want you to ride me until I can’t breathe.”

“ Shit , Dew, I—”

“Come on,” he bites, shifting further into the pillows and pulling her closer. “Let me taste that pretty cunt.”

Cumulus whines at his words and sinks down, spreading her folds over the fire ghouls face. She gasps as she’s met with his hot tongue, stuck out and waiting for that first roll of her hips.

She’s not sure who’s louder when she grinds down and rubs her clit from the tip of his tongue to the tip of his nose, but she can feel his groan more than she can hear it.

“ Yes , that’s— oh that’s s’ good,” she pants, rocking over his mouth. Dew hums in agreement, eyes rolling back into his head as he’s smothered by her sex, by the very core of her heat. By sweat, slick, pheromones, and need.

“Oh, baby, your— hah —your mouth ,” Cumulus whines. She keens as Dew sucks on her swollen clit, nose pushing into the neat patch of hair on her mound. “ Oh , suck on it suck on it .” Cumulus grips her elbows and rests her head against her forearms, bucking into it. Each pull on her clit sends a rush of pleasure straight to her core, ratcheting her close again already.

Dew digs into her thighs, lapping fervently now. Cumulus hopes his fingers leave marks, pretty little purple ones that freckle her skin for days after. To remind her of how utterly devoted he can be, just for her.

Dew dips his tongue just past her entrance, unnaturally curling somehow right where she needs it.

"How do you— shit , baby," she gasps. Dew muffles an uh huh against her cunt and casts his gaze upwards, copper irises glinting in the moonlight through long lashes, eyes lidded and boring straight to her core. The look is enough to make her throb; her thighs twitch against the side of his face and she keens.

It’s too much and not enough. Even with his tongue curling inside of her, her clit nudging the tip of his nose with each little hip thrust, his hot hands kneading at her sweat-dampened skin, she’s suddenly feeling very, very empty.

Cumulus bounces on his mouth a little, fucking his tongue in deeper. "Need your uhhh — shit —need your dick, need you t' fuck me," she rambles. She reaches back and unceremoniously gives him a grab, tossing her head back when he yelps and his dick kicks in her hand.

" Guh -oh fuck , 'Lus," Dew slurs, choking on his words as she peels herself away. But he isn't separated for long; Cumulus grabs a fistful of his collar and yanks him back on top of her, capturing his hips between her thighs and wrapping her legs around him to pull him flush. Dew groans again and brackets her torso with his arms, grinding down to make her whimper and gasp.

She watches a sly grin creep across his face as he grinds harder. "How bad do you want it?" he drawls.

Cumulus grips his ass, pushing him into her. " Bad ," she emphasizes. Her slick has already soaked the front of his pants; she can feel how thick it is, how neverending. Her body right now is insatiable, and she needs the fever of the need broken by the only one burning just as hot. "Fuck me 'til I can't see straight, baby, make me forget my own name ."

Dew groans, a drawn-out. needy thing. He grabs her by the throat and leans in close, licking a fat stripe up the side of her jaw. He reaches between them and pulls his cock free, grinding against her wet cunt with a growl.

" Yes fucking ma'am."

#the band ghost #fanfic #the band ghost fanfic #ghost fanfic #cumulus ghoulette #sodo ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #dewdrop x cumulus #cumulus x dewdrop #i posted and finished this on mobile lord help me

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molly-ghuleh · 6 months

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molly-ghuleh's masterlist!

Oneshots

Broom Closet - Copia x afab!reader (NSFW - MDNI)

Honeysuckle - Mountain x gn!reader (NSFW - MDNI)

Prompts/HCs

I think I deserve a kiss - Copia x gn!reader

Confession leading to a kiss - Copia x gn!reader

I think this is the part where you kiss me - Secondo x gn!reader

One more kiss? Please - Secondo x gn!reader

Dracopia in love HCs - Dracopia x gn!reader

S/O with stuffed animals - All Papas x gn!reader

How to turn Dewdrop on - Dew x gn!reader (NSFW - MDNI)

Secondo with insecure S/O - Secondo x f!reader (NSFW - MDNI)

Multi-Chapter

Camellia - Copia x f!reader: Chapter 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / AO3

You are a translator for the Ministry. You receive a letter summoning you to the Abbey for a project involving an ancient diary with a mysterious author, but you find yourself wishing you were back home. That is, until you meet the charming Papa Emeritus the Fourth.

Collabs

XXXMas At the Ministry - four steamy holiday smuts with our beloved Papas! (NSFW - MDNI)

Day 1: Naughty Presents by @copias-sewer-rat (Primo x afab!reader) Day 2: Ungrumpify Your Papa by me! (Secondo x afab!reader) Day 3: Mistletoe'd by @ghulehunknown (Terzo x afab!reader) Day 4: Treasure Hunt by @bupia (Copia x afab!reader)

#finally got around to this #molly ghuleh #ghost bc x reader #ghost band x reader #ghost band fanfiction #ghost fanfiction

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krscblw · 5 months

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ghoul perfume associations pt. 3!

more ghoul perfume associations bc ghost and perfume are my two main hobbies! all of these are indie/niche perfumes because those are the types of perfume i'm mainly into. these lists are really fun for me and i would love to hear what people think!!

also, jsyk: because this post is so long, some of the text might get cut off on mobile. it should be okay on desktop if that happens (i don't know how to fix it, sorry :/)

Aeon

Notes: non-sweet chocolate, linen, lavender

Perfumes:

Autumn Morning - Pulp Fragrance

hot chocolate, slightly spiced oatmeal, carnations, a cozy blanket

Twice To Tea - Poesie

strong earl grey tea, lavender absolute, vanilla syrup, a splash of milk

Aether

Notes: bourbon, amber, vanilla

Perfumes:

Not A Deer - Little & Grim

cedarwood, chestnuts, sandalwood, maple, oak, tonka, suede, clove, spiced vanilla, amber, tobacco

Loggia - Solstice Scents

“High above the village, a castle sits shrouded in a heavy gray mist. Muted moonlight illuminates its upper terraces. Thick with incense smoke, the loggia swells with invited guests, each heavily cloaked and masked. Laughter, violas and a harpsichord fill the night. Wine flows from never-ending mahogany vats. Exotic spices drape the air in fragrant bouquets. A bell rings from the archway, and all in attendance fall silent as the master of the night creatures crosses the paving stones...”

mahogany, sweet amber, musk, dark incense, deep vanilla bean, sandalwood, cardamom, black pepper, cognac and allspice

(i have this one and it's great, perfect for aether imo)

Alpha

Notes: leather, smoke, gunpowder

Perfumes:

Spiritus Fumosus - Alkemia

volcanic basalt, smelted metal ores, amberwood, smokey birch tar, old leather, galbanum, white oud, gray amber, petrichor, wet sand, bergamot, sichuan peppercorn, gingergrass, white patchouli

Deus ex Machina - Alkemia

“An olfactory portrait of industrial decay and the fallen gods of age of disruption, innovation, and technological revolution.”

fire-hardened steel, rusted iron, motor oil, wet cement, burnt copper wires, gray amber

Cirrus

Notes: dark fruits, musk, heavy florals, honey

Perfumes:

Virgo - Deconstructing Eden

dark amber, bulgarian rose absolute, lavender maillette, orris root, benzoin, dark fruits, bourbon vanilla

Eglantine House - Deconstructing Eden

honeyed roses, mahogany, plums, amber accord, champaca flowers, eglantine roses, white musk

Cumulus

Notes: lilac, magnolia, jasmine, sugar, cold air

Perfumes:

Midnight Garden - Alkemia

night-flowering white flowers – tuberose, lily, honeysuckle, gardenia, moonflower

Calliope - Alkemia

clementine, orange blossoms, white orchid, sugared currants, tonka, and vanilla musk, cotton candy, saltwater taffy

Dewdrop

Notes: berries, smoke, spices, metal

Perfumes:

Unrequited - Deconstructing Eden

black sandalwood, raspberries, bitter orange, black pepper, smooth silky musk, dark amber, smoky patchouli

Lightning Storm - Nui Cobalt Designs

Petrichor, ozone, electrified metal, cold musk, bergamot, lime zest, cracked pink peppercorn, copal smoke, myrrh, teakwood

(this one represents dew as a water ghoul – citrus, spices, ozone, and metal. sweet, cold, and a little bitter)

Ifrit

Notes: black tea, incense, spices

Perfumes:

Tasseomancy - Nui Cobalt Designs

black tea spritzed with orange, incense smoke clinging to heavy velvet curtains, fireplace embers, cinnamon, clove

Tasseomancy - LVNEA

bergamot, black tea, lapsang souchong, honey, spices, milk

(yes they are both called the same thing. he's a guy with a brand i don't know what to tell you)

Mist

Notes: water, herbs, ice

Perfumes:

Eisheth - Deconstructing Eden

seawater, herbs - rosemary, mint, clary sage, bergamot, hyssop, lemongrass, and verbena, white tea

Blackwater Lake - Osmofolia

“Short-needle pine branches hang over mossy lake rocks, radiant white water lilies soak in the sun, the surface of the dark lake water ripples above submerged northern watermilfoil, and a chill in the air warns of impending autumn.”

pine needles, cold wind, northern watermilfoil, white water lilies, moss, stone, lake water

Mountain

Notes: vetiver, plants, earth, mushrooms

Perfumes:

Poor Farm - Little & Grim

“Overgrown grass, tangled undergrowth, wildflowers, the memory of fresh linens, and distant, greener pastures.”

moss, sage, ferns, sweet grasses, green wood, and chamomile

Mycelium - Treading Water Perfume

“Rounding the corner it came into view, the being that had terrorized the village for decades. It sat terrifyingly still on top of natural rock formation that resembled some strange amalgamation of an altar. An altar not made by human hands but as if created by the forest itself to honor this being. The being was here long before the village and it will continue to be here long after we are gone.”

soil, mushrooms, patchouli, black currants, hinoki wood

Nimbus/Aurora*

Notes: peach, rose, earth

Perfumes:

The Lover Tells Of The Rose - Alkemia

wild roses, lemon verbena, white pearl tea leaves, delicate white patchouli, new greens, wet moss

Apothecary Rose - LVNEA

rose gallica, rose de mai, damask rose, tarragon, violet leaf, apricot, labdanum, myrrh

*i headcanon nimbus as a earth/air multi

Omega

Notes: wood, amber, tobacco

Perfumes:

Danse Macabre - Fyrinnae

sandalwood, amber, labdanum, vanilla, woodsmoke, smoldering logs

Leo - Deconstructing Eden

frankincense, myrrh, benzoin, amber, liatrix, blood cedar, blond tobacco absolute, sweet spices, honey

(i have this one and i love it, it's very warm and resinous)

Rain

Notes: seawater, ozone, vanilla

Perfumes:

Ambre Gris - Alkemia

“A rare blend of proprietary perfumery ingredients carefully oxidized by sunlight, sand, air, sea salt, water, and ocean minerals. The result is as changeable and morphing as the ocean... earthy, sweet, musky, saline.”

gray ambergris, ocean minerals, sea salt

Cerulea - OSMOFOLIA

“A synesthesia perfume inspired by a color. Sapphire ocean blue with flashes of turquoise and glistening white.”

osmanthus, ambergris, sea salt, ocean water, tuberose, cucumber

Sunshine/Stratus**

Notes: strawberries, citrus, vanilla, spices

Perfumes:

In Love with Everything - Imaginary Authors

“This extremely versatile (and genderless!) fragrance is great for any time of day and any time of year but the blast of energy it possesses is ideal for whenever you’re feeling low or looking for a little boost of bliss to keep your body moving and your lungs laughing long into the night.”

raspberry, citrus pulp, coconut palm sugar, madame isaac pereire, sandalwood, tropical punch, stardust

(i have this one! it's very fruity, you definitely get the fruit punch, but it still has a good amount of depth)

Eos - Fantôme

“Eos is named for the goddess of dawn—who beckons the daybreak with her rosy fingers. This perfume smells like the color of the sunrise; pink and gold light breathing life into the morning dew.”

tart lemonade, raspberries, candied rose petals, wild berries, a hint of ginger

**i headcanon sunny as a fire/air multi

Swiss***

Notes: smoke, musk, patchouli, incense

Perfumes:

Black Heart - Spirit & Venom

dark patchouli, clove, caramel pipe tobacco

Scorpio - Deconstructing Eden

“The fixed water sign of the zodiac, Scorpios are sensitive and intense, complicated and multi-layered. This blend is deep, still water, with notes of humid air and just the barest touch of mud.”

white and pink lotus absolute, orris root, myrrh, patchouli, gray musk, still water

***i headcanon swiss as a fire/water multi

Zephyr

Notes: dust, ozone, faint sweet musk, mint, cool air

Perfumes:

Walking with a Ghost - Spirit & Venom

“Light & ethereal musk, fresh harvest pear, a whiff of perfume from a loved one long passed.”

Aquarius - Deconstructing Eden

air, an undercurrent of water, sparkling aldehydes

if you made it this far, thank you for reading! and i would love to hear your thoughts!! (/gen - do you have any recommendations? do you agree/disagree? i love talking abt this) (also thank you sm to @midnight-moth for recommending lvnea!!)

#the band ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoulettes #ghoul perfume thoughts #perfume thoughts

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everybodyshusband · 9 months

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I'm curling up in your ask box because Work Things. Can I request Aether or Ifrit being little and cuddled after a bad day/watched a movie that was too scary please?

troob, of course you can !! <3 i’m sorry this took me a while to get to, i hope the Work Things aren’t as bad now. and i also hope you know that i’m stealing you away from your work and setting you down very gently in a cardboard box filled with cosy blankets and pillows <3

i hope this suffices !! 930 words ; mountain & regressed aether, comfort after a scary movie

“Aeth?” Mountain pokes his head into the common room, searching for his packmate. “Honeysuckle, are you in here?”

A quiet chirp from the direction of the couch answers him. It’s a sound that tugs on Mountain’s heartstrings—Aether sounds worried; scared, even—but the earth ghoul barely hears it over the sound of the television in the background.

One quick glance at the screen shows that it’s a horror movie; some cheap flick with bucket loads of fake blood and unrealistic gore. It’s the type of movie that the pack would usually watch together and laugh at its ridiculousness, but… Aether isn’t laughing.

The quintessence ghoul is curled up on the couch in the way he usually is—knees drawn to his chest with a cushion in between his arms—but there’s something else in his body language and facial expression that leads Mountain to believe that there’s something else at play here. Aether is chewing at his lip and worrying the tasseled edges of the cushion with trembling fingers, and when Mountain moves closer to him, he can see tears threatening to spill over Aether’s eyelashes.

The earth ghoul rushes to crouch down in front of him and block his view of the screen, but Aether’s distressed expression does not go away. “My darling…” Mountain begins, holding his hand out to silently ask Aether if he can touch him. When the quintessence ghoul nods slowly, Mountain smiles his praise and rests his hand on Aether’s knee, drawing slow circles on the fabric of his sweatpants. “Love, are you okay?”

“‘M fine.” Aether nods his head and tries to smile up at Mountain, but it doesn’t reach his eyes, and he still looks so horribly distressed.

As Aether flinches at the sound of screams on the television behind Mountain, his eyes still fixated on the screen, the earth ghoul connects the dots. “Oh, my sweet, are you scared?”

Aether shakes his head adamantly despite the fact he’s still cowering from the sound of fake blood splashing out onto tiled floors, and Mountain has yet another realisation.

The quintessence ghoul never regresses as young as Dewdrop or Rain. He tends to gravitate to the headspace of a child rather than a toddler or infant like those two. Whenever he does find himself slipping into his own version of that smaller headspace, the other ghouls tend to have more difficulty in recognising it. Mountain is all too aware of that fact; he’s been on both sides of the equation. Because of this, now that he’s crouched in front of Aether, the gears are ticking over in his head and he’s very slowly realising the situation the quintessence ghoul has found himself in.

Still, it’s only courteous to ask. “C’mon, talk to me, Aeth. What’s going on, honeysuckle?” As the earth ghoul speaks, Aether flinches at yet another gory scene on the television behind him. “Should we turn the movie off while we talk?”

“‘M not scared of the movie.” It’s not what Mountain was asking and he doesn’t think he’s ever been less convinced of the honesty of an answer, but he lets the little ghoul have his victory.

“Oh, of course not,” he says gently. “You’re being very brave, my honeysuckle. But, you know… I think the movie might be a bit too scary for me, so do you mind if I turn it off, please?” It’s not entirely a lie. Mountain’s never been afraid to admit that this movie has just a shade too much cheap gore, even for him. Usually, Aether is all too happy to admit the same. In this headspace though, Mountain has noticed a pattern of little ghoul wanting to prove that he’s just as brave and strong as his non-regressed counterpart.

Aether nods and Mountain pretends not to notice the small huff of relief the quintessence ghoul lets out as he switches the television off, instead moving to sit next to and drape an arm around him. Instantly, Aether is curling up against his side, seeking out a comforting presence to take his mind off of the movie.

Mountain wraps his arm more tightly around Aether, drawing small circles on the little ghoul’s bicep with his thumb. “Are you okay, bub?”

Very slowly, Aether shakes his head, sniffling a little now that he’s buried far enough into Mountain’s side that his face can’t be seen.

The earth ghoul leans down to press a kiss to the top of his head. “That’s alright, honeysuckle, you’re allowed to be upset, remember?” He waits for Aether’s answering nod and teary hiccup before continuing. “Do you want to talk about it?” He punctuates his statement by squeezing Aether even more tightly, wrangling a small giggle out of the quintessence ghoul.

After his giggles have been let out and he’s able to focus well enough to consider Mountain’s question, Aether shakes his head. “Just… just hugs. Please, Mounty.”

“‘Course, bub. C’mon, snuggle up.” He helps Aether move even further into his hold and drags a blanket over the both of them. “I’ll keep you nice and safe, honeysuckle. We can talk later, okay?”

Aether nods again, and as he snuggles into Mountain’s warm body, a purr begins rumbling deep in his chest. The earth ghoul smiles and presses another kiss to Aether’s head, pleased again when the purr picks up its volume.

Later, they’ll talk about why Aether was watching that movie and perhaps about why he felt like he needed to put on an unbothered facade, but for now, they’ll stay cuddled up on the couch together for the rest of the afternoon. Happy, safe, and in each other’s company.

#troob <3 #husband ficlets #aether ghoul #mountain ghoul #regressed ghouls #LITTLE AETH BAYBEEEE #nameless ghouls #the band ghost

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adelaidedrubman · 4 months

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Jenna we need to cook

TY beloved this is actually just a silly little faithjen oneshot for a kinktober prompt i should have finished ages ago. jenna having a little post bliss cook relaxation bath faith insists on joining (and turning into more). also tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton who sent in an ask about this one. (technical nsfw warning and below cut but we’re kinda still more in the sensual nudity arena atm) (sorry again for such a long excerpt no pressure to read i am just bad at knowing when to say cut)

Faith wrapped arms around her neck, leaning forward to close the remaining distance and silence Jenna with a kiss — a firm, steady pressure until she was seemingly satisfied Jenna’s lips would remain still, then melting into something more fluid and delicate.

Jenna pulled back, just enough for a whisper to find volume between them. “Not exactly practical,” she mumbled against her lips. “Historically speaking, every time we’ve done this before, it’s only extended the net time it takes us to bathe past we average individ —”

“I’ve missed you, Jen,” she cooed in reply, plush tongue following her words in gliding along lips. “When we’re both so busy and apart from each other all the time. I miss you.”

Well. As far as Jenna was concerned that was as good a qualitative factor for consideration as any, enough for her to stop bothering with explanations in favor of brushing aside the lightly misted curtain of blonde hair to kiss along Faith’s neck, allowing the subtle salt of clinging sweat to settle on her tongue.

But her nose brushing against the pushed aside tresses also brought with it the renewed wafting perfume of honeysuckle, dampened and thickened from the dewdrops of bathwater that had splashed onto her hair. A pleasant smell — but still, not one conducive to the mindset she wanted to attain at the moment, one temporarily, clinically insulated from the Bliss.

“If you’re that insistent,” she sighed, tilting her head to the side and wrapping arms around Faith to reach behind her and turn the knob of the faucet with one hand, the other reaching for the handheld showerhead, briefly testing the temperature of the water on her own fingers. “At least let’s be productive about it.”

Jenna raked fingers along Faith’s scalp to guide her to tilt her head back to meet the stream of water she brought up to soak golden strands, making appreciative note of the way it caused goosebumps to spread in a steady flush down the column of her neck, blossom along her chest. And Faith’s fingers seemed determined to find anything but practical, productive use on Jenna’s body as she set her own to work lathering shampoo in the hair she’d wetted, feather light touch ghosting down from her collarbones to caress along her chest, seeming to disappear and reappear to tease at her thighs. She allowed the pleasant tingle each disparate touch brought to rush through her body with a halfhearted attention, a glowing build rising in the backdrop of her work. It was better, not to rush it. Jenna didn’t like to rush anything with Faith. She liked to sit with the sensations, savor each unique slow building ache and dizzying jolt of pleasure that stirred through her body, take her time to appreciate it all. She wished she could do so then and there, forget anything else to spend the rest of the evening lavishing the Siren with touch and greedily drinking in those bestowed upon her own body. But with the lurking nuisance of her rigid schedule tugging demandingly at her attention, she reluctantly kept herself focused on the motions of methodically sliding a bar of soap along her partner’s body, even as those exploring fingers brushed ever so lightly along Jenna’s inner thigh.

#otp: a neurochemical con job #wip #nsft #to be safe

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fajcit · 7 days

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These are great. Supposedly not supposed to put the moss on my skin. I want to put it in a diffuser but I don’t have one. Make me feel like a little dewdrop honeysuckle succubus. The hyacinth is not very green or sharp, a beautiful pollen fleshy petal indole manuka honey way before it becomes wrought.

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A son of J’Tervazoschin and a daughter of Blodeghuta/Schuzelonta.

Numphoktezrija W’Vheplaktobrinus, born as J’Pluchabtokreszind, is a nature and fertility god who possesses a capricious temperament that reflects the ever-changing state of earth. Due to his exceptional ability to endure hardship without complaining and showing emotion, he’s very resilient and virtuous. He’s able to appropriately discern and judge by using his past experiences and personal knowledge. He can effectively face and deal with negative situations that involve danger and/or fear without succumbing to cowardice. He possesses a strong, contemplative mind and practises abstinence, which prevents himself from indulging in extreme behaviours. Numphoktezrija is fairly patient with others, deeply grounded in his loyalty, and immensely thorough when it comes to decision-making. He extrudes a palpable sense of security that allows people to mostly trust his discreet integrity and moral uprightness. He’s carefully diligent, always seeking to do his godly tasks well and to take obligations seriously. As a nurturer, he usually provides encouragement, support, and protection to those who greatly respect him and his family, and treats nature with utmost care.

He has a trapezoidal ectomorphic body type with slightly broad shoulders, a muscular chest, a partially rounded belly, and six arms, and he’s smaller than his two mothers, nearing 53’ 8” (1635.76 cm). His back is covered by a fleshy pseudo-parasite that has a three-horned bovine skull, a malnourished human torso, lion front legs, horse hindlegs, and a short, segmented, blade-tipped tail. He has a pinecone-like face, mottled wood owl wings in place of his ears, and the four horns of a Jacob sheep. Numphoktezrija’s lower half is made up of 30 southern blue-ringed octopus tentacles and his hair is an eastern blue with streaks of whisper, muddy waters, and spring rain. He often decorates his hair with braids, dewdrops, golden rings, honeysuckles, oxeye daisies, and oriental lilies. On each palm of his six clawed hands, he has glistening fern green eyes with slit pupils that change their size and shape based on brightness and emotion. He possesses viridian green skin with milky white segmental vitiligo and a large yellow-greenish birthmark that spans from his right shoulder blade to his rectus abdominis. He wears a velvety shawl that covers half of his torso and it’s covered in dyed bird feathers of warm green, yellow, red-orange, peachy pink, and light brown. Each arm has two armlets decorated with bloodstone and dalmatian jasper, and he’s donning a neck gaiter made from muscaliet fur. Numphoktezrija has a garnet adder stone necklace, a gilded enamel ouroboros brooch, and seven rings: in the first pair, a peridot signet ring on his right index finger, a septarian statement ring on his left index finger, and a bronze knot ring on his left middle finger; in the second pair, a mahogany obsidian cocktail ring on his right middle finger and a golden dome ring on his left ring finger; in the third pair, a fire opal solitaire ring on his right ring finger; and in the fourth pair, a rose quartz ring on his left index finger.

Similar to his earthly mother, he possesses supernatural strength, durability, stamina, agility, dexterity, and senses. He has the ability to manipulate the beauty of nature, the cycle of life and death, equilibrium, land, agriculture, volcanoes, forests, mountains, gentle and harsh winds, rainstorms, dew, reproduction, childbirth, and virility. He can lull people to sleep by using zephyr and mentally grow, nurture, and rejuvenate plant life. Due to lacking a mouth, Numphoktezrija can telepathically communicate with sentient beings by accessing their thoughts and dreams. He possesses absolute charisma, an indomitable will, and night vision, and he can shoot disease-causing arrows from his eyes and use rain, crop fields, and soil to teleport.

FAMILY:

Valczebjowius Ktumedjoszripa Ubajnozlekith Y’Ziphjaloktebus (grandparent)

Ymabjeloszivth Muleszorvintha Ebhiktosjuzar H’Ustewjoldzrian (half-uncle)

Nerjzluhtopiad Vuktezosphrija Utsakzojebhrin J’Waschebokzurvi (half-uncle)

Jagenozlithus V’Zilsjabkowunther (half-cousin)

Burthaloszige X’Uljaszobektrind (half-cousin)

Braktunghel F’Glophrajzedinus (half-cousin)

Olemaphinus F’Vokhtajebzrindus (half-cousin)

Tarixokhumen Y’Wiscaplonzrute (half-cousin)

Skhuzeloma P’Ktedzubovhrija (half-cousin)

Mingefolszurcha P’Vtadzercholwinbus (half-cousin)

Kelubaprithon T’Virchabejzoldus (half-cousin)

Xushevoriand W’Tilvazhjobrumen (half-cousin)

Mekhzunogila K’Tuljazospherd (half-cousin)

Nehuscoma J’Placheboktringus (half-cousin)

Luskophenda X’Priktalojzendus (half-cousin)

Hipenostruma P’Gektazloschurvi (half-cousin)

Mornelukha K’Phtavrijozlendus (half-cousin)

Lemuszonda P’Vusglaktozerji (half-cousin)

Eysphuxonda B’Ysilazrothunde (half-cousin)

Buthelomiva X’Jelwazhosturvi (half-cousin)

Anerholux K’Trocazlephindus (half-cousin)

Phudebronta W’Zihtakorsplune (half-cousin)

Eynthamobius T’Vulkephjobrisza (half-cousin)

Rhanozemius W’Zeljaktobhrinus (half-cousin)

Pscetrahozux M’Wuktaphojzergin (half-cousin)

Uysceporaith Z’Mulpevosithraj (half-cousin)

Atumebhiko X’Wehtazoscubrim (half-cousin)

Kuladozen V’Goljaktedzirmus (half-cousin)

Izesoluhar W’Xolchaktezrinus (half-cousin)

1000+ half-female cousins (?)

1000+ half-male cousins (?)

Zluskemophixa Guwaszhoktedin Oylkebursziah W’Knadzrijophetus (half-aunt)

Povichulaszred K’Golszenthurvija (uncle)

Kladjewoszruni M’Zihtepolvudja (mother)

680 cousins (?)

926 great-cousins (?)

Wenathropius Y’Kleghuboszria (half-uncle)

Palemozinus Y’Blaphjektowinus (half-uncle)

Ayselonuth Y’Worvajektzinus (half-aunt)

Himanotrude Etluszoripha (aunt)

Äylcephinozur (cousin)

Blodeghuta L’Ægorvinus/Schuzelonta Chatzerbodius (aunt)

Melchjuszrovibta T’Xuljabhoszervi (cousin)

J’Tervazoschin Iazophetus (mother)

Buhemozrita (older half-brother)

Liwatozhendus (older half-sister)

Zekwaboruchni (older half-sibling)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

God of Untainted Balance Amongst The Cyclical Life

Lord of the Gap Between Heaven and Earth

A Lullaby From The Gentle Zephyr

Ruler of Callous Volcanoes and Tranquil Meadows

His Ever-Changing Temperament

A Dream That Continuously Repeats

He Who Desires Mutual Equilibrium

J’Pluchabo (by most people)

Numphokte (by most people)

W’Vheplakto (by most people)

Numplaktobri (by a few people)

Phoktelaszri (by a few people)

Kreszinda (by a few people)

Kteszrija (by a few people)

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

It’s unknown if he possesses more unique abilities than the ones he usually uses or have been seen utilising.

It’s unknown why he prefers to go by Numphoktezrija W’Vheplaktobrinus

He’s mute

As an Æylphitus, his birth name means “coiled wreath that prunes a bleeding oak, scale-licker between groaning dust and moonstruck truths or thriving dance of cloud and mud”. In regards to his new name, Numphoktezrija means “prophet of the dream pillar and star wolf, moistener above the ferocious disease or luminescent hurricane” and W’Vheplaktobrinus means “time-changer dancing amongst our miraculous harvest, pentahedron who swallows the moonstruck abyss, gleaming muse of a howler’s poison or one-eyed slumberer”.

His sacred animals are the ox, cassowary, stag, tortoise, elephant, pig, echidna, muscaliet, rock monitor, and copper-backed horsefly.

His sacred plants are the black-eyed Susan, honeysuckle, coneflower, mandrake, myrrh, hawthorn, wormwood, ivy, and fern.

His sacred stones are garnet, bloodstone, peridot, alexandrite, opal, fire agate, black tourmaline, mahogany obsidian, and dalmatian jasper.

Melchjuszrovibta T’Xuljabhoszervi is a watery, nomadic warrior goddess and she prefers to not show much emotion, making her appear unfriendly and unsympathetic. She’s fairly restrained in speech and strongly confident to say what she believes is right, while preparing herself to accept and fix her wrongs. She’s well-equipped to utilise her impressive emotional intelligence, self-awareness, and inner strength when needed. She has an endurance for hardship and isn’t easily influenced by external pressures and social conventions. This means that Melchjuszrovibta can stay rational and make sound decisions, especially when dealing with stressful and difficult situations. She constantly seeks change and excitement in order to maintain her inspirational liveliness and infectious enthusiasm. She possesses an adventurous spirit as well as a willingness to stand up for herself and show her assertiveness. She sometimes demonstrates a compulsion to control and dominate any situation she personally encounters. She prefers to remain enigmatic and she has a proclivity toward sensitivity, regularly taking things to heart.

She has an inverted triangle mesomorphic body type with muscular limbs, broad shoulders, and a fairly defined waist, and she’s noticeably smaller than her mother, clocking in at 75 ft (2286 cm). Melchjuszrovibta’ skin is like a glowing ember with blackish freckles on her face, neck, chest, and upper arms. She has Tibetan antelope horns, common octopus tentacles protruding from her upper back, and a coiling tail with sharp, iridescent scales as well as the colouration and fins of a sand tiger shark. She also has anisodactyl-like feet, six-fingered hands, shimmering purple claws and talons, and four frilled gill slits below each side of her ribcage. Her four eyes are an amber with horizontal silvery garnet pupils, and she has a carnivorous mouth, two serpentine tongues, and pointed ears. She has silky, wet-looking hair of light mahogany brown with voluminous curls, which is decorated with seashells. Melchjuszrovibta has a coral cuirass that depicts the Lernaean Hydra with seven heads that are spread out in a semi-circle. She dons extremely baggy pants that are gathered a bit below the knees with separate short cuffs of four rows of beaded golden pearls. Her baggy, ballooning pants have a stunning gradient of blumine, pelorous, hippie blue, and aqua island. Near the bottoms of each pant leg are adorned with London hue and puce waves with white foam. She has a saffron sash encircling her waist, tied in a square knot, with both ends hanging to near-ground level. She possesses gilt-brass armlets and anklets that are decorated with azurite and pink tourmaline. She dons a few pieces of jewellery: bronze neck rings; a necklace with a Scapanorhynchus texanus tooth; a chrysoprase hololith bracelet on her right; a black onyx cocktail ring on her right index finger; and a cinnabar solitaire ring on her left middle finger. Melchjuszrovibta is often carrying a purplish wooden kite shield and a serpentine dagger with either a trident made from solidified freshwater or a bronze shepherd’s crook.

She possesses a gorgeous voice of prophecy, wisdom and memory that is far greater than a mortal’s, and the ability to effortlessly change her shape into living organisms. She can manipulate the natural beauty and majestic wonders of the sea, water, lakes, rivers, ponds, waves, and sea creatures. She has supernatural strength, durability, endurance, stamina, dexterity, and senses, and she has regenerative healing abilities. Melchjuszrovibta can move through the water swiftly, breathe underwater and on land, calm the oceans, still the winds, and hypnotise people through her alluring voice. She’s able to use freshwater and the gentle breeze to teleport, and to telekinetically interact with matter.

FAMILY:

Himanotrude Etluszoripha (aunt)

Äylcephinozur (cousin)

J’Tervazoschin Iazophetus (aunt)

Numphoktezrija W’Vheplaktobrinus (cousin)

Buhemozrita (cousin)

Liwatozhendus (cousin)

Zekwaboruchni (cousin)

Unnamed father

Blodeghuta L’Ægorvinus/Schuzelonta Chatzerbodius (mother)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Goddess of the Pilgrim War, Coastal Waters, and Blistering Deserts

A Breeze Rippling Through Her Oceanic Surface

She of Exotic Spices and Fishy Miasma

Delinquent That Soars Above Her Waves

Crusader With A Gloomy Voice

Forlorn Sand-Crawler

Melchjaszo (by most people)

T’Xuljabhok (by most people)

Bhoszurveja (by most people)

Zrovejubita (by a few people)

Zobastervi (by a few people)

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

It’s unknown if she possesses more innate abilities than the ones she often utilises or have been seen using.

As an Æylphitus, the different parts of her name have special meanings: Melchjuszrovibta means “priestess who devours the aborted solitude, billowing sphinx of twilight dominance or hedonistic megalith” and T’Xuljabhoszervi means “echoing plethora beneath a woeful storm, sentinel crawling above putrid brimstone, leviathan of shrieking brightness or shepherd’s phosphorescence”.

Her sacred animals are the sand tiger shark, vampire crab, sea turtle, orca, starfish, pelican, lamb, scitalis, unicorn, and amphisbaena.

Her sacred plants are the eucalyptus, gardenia, jasmine, mugwort, belladonna, chamomile, and horsetail reed.

Her sacred stones are selenite, chrysoprase, cinnabar, azurite, fluorite, black onyx, blue calcite, and pink tourmaline.

#writerscorner #writing #creative writing #original character #personality #physical appearance #outfit #abilities #power #deity #god #goddess #nature #ocean #sea #lovecraftian #fun facts #extra information

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simplegenius042 · 10 months

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FC5 Silva Omar Aesthetics

Bold - YES

Italics - Somewhat

HOLLAND VALLEY.

red, gold, and orange leaves against a clear blue sky // rows of apple trees in an orchard // pick your own pumpkin patches // baskets of puppies // a sleeping fawn hidden away from predators // pumpkin spice // the bite of apple cider // a harvest festival // the faint smell of a bonfire on the wind // the slight unease of getting lost in a corn maze // a hint of fall in the air when it’s still warm // golden sunsets // leaves just beginning to turn from green to orange // the rumble of a tractor // the buzz of an airplane flying low overhead // golden wheat swaying in the wind // the smell of gasoline // sprawling river deltas // crystal clear water // an old wooden dresser // family heirlooms // jingling keys // crimson blood // dark ink on parchment // the sting of a bruise // the warmth of a grand fireplace // gunmetal // work boots in the mud // cattails // the harsh cry of crows // the faint musty smell of taxidermy animals // farm animals making a racket // open air farmers markets // catching your clothes on a barbed wire fence // a fresh breeze through an open window // white rocking chairs // old farmhouses // scarecrows // wild westerly winds // the barely contained excitement for the approach of autumn

WHITETAIL MOUNTAINS.

fishing at dawn // the smell of woodsmoke clinging to your clothes and hair // wolfsong // locking eyes with another predator // a night that falls faster than expected // the crisp hint of snow in the air // log cabins // the scent of evergreen trees // stone fireplaces // a well worn camouflage jacket // old field guide books// the smell of a cigarette still lingering on your hands // lager // the roar of whitewater rapids // cool dark caves // the rough wood of an antique gun // the scent of iron // woodland paths crisscrossed by gnarled tree roots // a haze of dust from a recent rockslide // losing your breath as you wade into an icy river // winding mountain roads // an eagle’s cry // the bright red flash of a foxes tail at the corner of your eye // the patter of rain on dead leaves // petrichor // seeing your breath in the cold morning air // the click of a projector // the jangling of a chain link fence // gunpowder // the sizzling of a grill // burnt hair // the grand lobby of a lodge // gravel crunching underfoot // the cry of blue jays // information boards // brochures piled on a table // cold metal bars // the sour smell of a lumber mill // the rough texture of scouting achievement badges // muffled oldies music from another room // sharpening a hunting knife // blood red leaves blooming from bone white birch trees // red bleeding into the edges of your vision

HENBANE RIVER.

cloying floral scents // the thick mist that gathers near the ground at dawn // dewdrops sparkling on spiderwebs // the almost too intense morning sun // unseasonable warmth // birdsong // honeyed wine // walking barefoot in the cool grass // the clanging of a jail cell door // spying hazy figures of animals in the fog // lemon balm and lavender // the low growl of a wildcat that you can’t see (but it sees you) // choking clouds of pollen settling on cars like snow // vineyards // faint humming and singing from an unidentifiable source // juniper berries // feeling uncomfortably hot in overly formal clothes // lace // burning incense // frogs in the reeds // soft brunette tresses // long winding rivers // mesmerizing music // glistening trout // the sweet nectar of honeysuckle flowers // rumbling of truck motors // glass beakers // bundles of dried flowers // wind chimes tinkling // rough concrete bricks // tumbling barrels // the ringing of a vintage phone // sweet words // broken promises // moonflower and datura // the smell of freshly cut grass // the faint sound of children laughing

JOSEPH’S COMPOUND.

babbling brooks // humming // whistling // dogs barking // grand oak trees // the faint sound of hymns // a crate of ripe peaches // melted wax candles // the smell of fresh newspaper clippings // caged birds singing // a warm embrace // wrought iron arches // flames reaching for the sky // gentle voices murmuring // your feet sliding in thick mud // pouring rain // vape smoke // the slight scent of sweat // ink on skin // the smell of wooden church pews // the rustle of hymnals // old book smell // slight hint of ozone from old electronics // bradford pear petals floating on the breeze

DUTCH’S ISLAND.

creaking metal hinges // the crackle of a radio // the scratch of an old record player // the smell of antiseptic // the flickering light of a projector // the feel of pushing pins into cork board // echoing footsteps // shelves stacked with canned food and mason jars // dark shadowy figures on the edge of your vision // gleaming metal badges // a table of bullet shell casings // vertigo from standing on swaying radio towers // the sound of shattering glass // whistling pipes // suffocating heat // the chatter of squirrels // faint scent of mothballs// the sputter of a boat engine // the high electronic whine of an old television turning on // the sound of distant gunfire // tear stained letters // old family photographs // the smell of a mildewy basement

#oc: silva omar #far cry the silver chronicles #far cry 5 #character aesthetic #i did my best with this #might even update later when i have time

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paganminiskirt · 2 years

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Far Cry 5 OC Aesthetics

Tagged by lovelies @aceghosts, @adelaidedrubman and @florbelles, tagging @henbased @amistrio @shallow-gravy @nonfunctioning-queer @shellibisshe @derelictheretic

Rules: bold what applies to your ocs/their aesthetic, italicize what sort of or somewhat applies, strike through what doesn’t/never applies.

HOLLAND VALLEY

WHITETAIL MOUNTAINS

fishing at dawn // the smell of woodsmoke clinging to your clothes and hair // wolfsong // locking eyes with another predator // a night that falls faster than expected // the crisp hint of snow in the air // log cabins // the scent of evergreen trees // stone fireplaces // a well worn camouflage jacket // old field guide books // the smell of a cigarette still lingering on your hands // lager // the roar of whitewater rapids // cool dark caves // the rough wood of an antique gun // the scent of iron // woodland paths criss crossed by gnarled tree roots // a haze of dust from a recent rockslide // losing your breath as you wade into an icy river // winding mountain roads // an eagle’s cry // the bright red flash of a foxes tail at the corner of your eye // the patter of rain on dead leaves // petrichor // seeing your breath in the cold morning air // the click of a projector // the jangling of a chain link fence // gunpowder // the sizzling of a grill // burnt hair // the grand lobby of a lodge // gravel crunching underfoot // the cry of blue jays // information boards // brochures piled on a table // cold metal bars // the sour smell of a lumber mill // the rough texture of scouting achievement badges // muffled oldies music from another room // sharpening a hunting knife // blood red leaves blooming from bone white birch trees // red bleeding into the edges of your vision

HENBANE RIVER

JOSEPH'S COMPOUND

DUTCH'S ISLAND

creaking metal hinges // the crackle of a radio // the scratch of an old record player // the smell of antiseptic // the flickering light of a projector // the feel of pushing pins into cork board // echoing footsteps // shelves stacked with canned food and mason jars // dark shadowy figures on the edge of your vision // gleaming metal badges // a table of bullet shell casings // vertigo from standing on swaying radio towers // the sound of shattering glass // whistling pipes // suffocating heat // the chatter of squirrels // faint scent of mothballs // the sputter of a boat engine // the high electronic whine of an old television turning on // the sound of distant gunfire

#deputy nora kingston #damn she's really fuckin with Dutch's island huh #that makes sense they're pretty fond of each other

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shellibisshe · 2 years

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—fc5 oc aesthetics

tagged by @strafethesesinners @florbelles @harmonyowl @nuclearstorms @aceghosts and @ishwaris thank you all

no tags bc I’m late but if you want to do this, tag me!

HOLLAND VALLEY.

WHITETAIL MOUNTAINS.

fishing at dawn // the smell of woodsmoke clinging to your clothes and hair // wolfsong // locking eyes with another predator // a night that falls faster than expected // the crisp hint of snow in the air // log cabins // the scent of evergreen trees // stone fireplaces // a well worn camouflage jacket // old field guide books // the smell of a cigarette still lingering on your hands // lager // the roar of whitewater rapids // cool dark caves // the rough wood of an antique gun // the scent of iron // woodland paths crisscrossed by gnarled tree roots // a haze of dust from a recent rockslide // losing your breath as you wade into an icy river // winding mountain roads // an eagle’s cry // the bright red flash of a foxes tail at the corner of your eye // the patter of rain on dead leaves // petrichor // seeing your breath in the cold morning air // the click of a projector // the jangling of a chain link fence // gunpowder // the sizzling of a grill // burnt hair // the grand lobby of a lodge // gravel crunching underfoot // the cry of blue jays // information boards // brochures piled on a table // cold metal bars // the sour smell of a lumber mill // the rough texture of scouting achievement badges // muffled oldies music from another room // sharpening a hunting knife // blood red leaves blooming from bone white birch trees // red bleeding into the edges of your vision

HENBANE RIVER.

JOSEPH’S COMPOUND.

DUTCH’S ISLAND.

creaking metal hinges // the crackle of a radio // the scratch of an old record player // the smell of antiseptic // the flickering light of a projector // the feel of pushing pins into cork board // echoing footsteps // shelves stacked with canned food and mason jars // dark shadowy figures on the edge of your vision // gleaming metal badges // a table of bullet shell casings // vertigo from standing on swaying radio towers // the sound of shattering glass // whistling pipes // suffocating heat // the chatter of squirrels // faint scent of mothballs // the sputter of a boat engine // the high electronic whine of an old television turning on // the sound of distant gunfire // tear stained letters // old family photographs // the smell of a mildewy basement

#I was going to use emily for this too but I lost steam #tag game #oc: elenore parker

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deputyash · 2 years

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OC Aesthetics: FC5 Edition

Tagged by the lovelies @strafethesesinners and @harmonyowl 💞 (and I myself too technically haha)

Tagging (sorry for any doubles!): @glowwormsmith @teamhawkeye @derelictheretic @redreart @ri-a-rose @cryptichobbit @shellibisshe and anyone who’d like to try!

Guidelines: Copy & Paste the following then bold what always applies to your OC, italicize what sometimes/somewhat applies, strikethrough what never applies.

- Dove Ash -

Holland Valley:

Red, gold, and orange leaves against a clear blue sky // rows of apple trees in an orchard // pick your own pumpkin patches // baskets of puppies // a sleeping fawn hidden away from predators // pumpkin spice // the bite of apple cider // a harvest festival // the faint smell of a bonfire on the wind // the slight unease of getting lost in a corn maze // a hint of fall in the air when it’s still warm // golden sunsets // leaves just beginning to turn from green to orange // the rumble of a tractor // the buzz of an airplane flying low overhead // golden wheat swaying in the wind // the smell of gasoline // sprawling river deltas // crystal clear water // an old wooden dresser // family heirlooms // jingling keys // crimson blood // dark ink on parchment // the sting of a bruise // the warmth of a grand fireplace // gunmetal // work boots in the mud // cattails // the harsh cry of crows // the faint musty smell of taxidermy animals // farm animals making a racket // open air farmers markets // catching your clothes on a barbed wire fence // a fresh breeze through an open window // white rocking chairs // old farmhouses // scarecrows // wild westerly winds // the barely contained excitement for the approach of autumn

Whitetail Mountains:

Fishing at dawn // the smell of woodsmoke clinging to your clothes and hair // wolfsong // locking eyes with another predator // a night that falls faster than expected // the crisp hint of snow in the air // log cabins // the scent of evergreen trees // stone fireplaces // a well worn camouflage jacket // old field guide books // the smell of a cigarette still lingering on your hands // lager // the roar of whitewater rapids // cool dark caves // the rough wood of an antique gun // the scent of iron // woodland paths crisscrossed by gnarled tree roots // a haze of dust from a recent rockslide // losing your breath as you wade into an icy river // winding mountain roads // an eagle’s cry // the bright red flash of a foxes tail at the corner of your eye // the patter of rain on dead leaves // petrichor // seeing your breath in the cold morning air // the click of a projector // the jangling of a chain link fence // gunpowder // the sizzling of a grill // burnt hair // the grand lobby of a lodge // gravel crunching underfoot // the cry of blue jays // information boards // brochures piled on a table // cold metal bars // the sour smell of a lumber mill // the rough texture of scouting achievement badges // muffled oldies music from another room // sharpening a hunting knife // blood red leaves blooming from bone white birch trees // red bleeding into the edges of your vision

Henbane River:

Cloying floral scents // the thick mist that gathers near the ground at dawn // dewdrops sparkling on spiderwebs // the almost too intense morning sun // unseasonable warmth // birdsong // honeyed wine // walking barefoot in the cool grass // the clanging of a jail cell door // spying hazy figures of animals in the fog // lemon balm and lavender // the low growl of a wildcat that you can’t see (but it sees you) // choking clouds of pollen settling on cars like snow // vineyards // faint humming and singing from an unidentifiable source // juniper berries // feeling uncomfortably hot in overly formal clothes // lace // burning incense // frogs in the reeds // soft brunette tresses // long winding rivers // mesmerizing music // glistening trout // the sweet nectar of honeysuckle flowers // rumbling of truck motors // glass beakers // bundles of dried flowers // wind chimes tinkling // rough concrete bricks // tumbling barrels // the ringing of a vintage phone // sweet words // broken promises // moonflower and datura // the smell of freshly cut grass // the faint sound of children laughing

Joseph’s Compound:

Babbling brooks // humming // whistling // dogs barking // grand oak trees // the faint sound of hymns // a crate of ripe peaches // melted wax candles // the smell of fresh newspaper clippings // caged birds singing // a warm embrace // wrought iron arches // flames reaching for the sky // gentle voices murmuring // your feet sliding in thick mud // pouring rain // vape smoke // the slight scent of sweat // ink on skin // the smell of wooden church pews // the rustle of hymnals // old book smell // slight hint of ozone from old electronics // Bradford Pear petals floating on the breeze

Dutch’s Island:

Creaking metal hinges // the crackle of a radio // the scratch of an old record player // the smell of antiseptic // the flickering light of a projector // the feel of pushing pins into cork board // echoing footsteps // shelves stacked with canned food and mason jars // dark shadowy figures on the edge of your vision // gleaming metal badges // a table of bullet shell casings // vertigo from standing on swaying radio towers // the sound of shattering glass // whistling pipes // suffocating heat // the chatter of squirrels // faint scent of mothballs // the sputter of a boat engine // the high electronic whine of an old television turning on // the sound of distant gunfire

- Matthew Ash -

Holland Valley:

Whitetail Mountains:

Henbane River:

Joseph’s Compound:

Dutch’s Island:

- Noah -

Holland Valley:

Whitetail Mountains:

Henbane River:

Joseph’s Compound:

Dutch’s Island:

#deputyash's ocs #my ocs #dove ash #matthew ash #noah

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ruvviks · 2 years

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>> oc aesthetics [fc5]

was tagged by @strafethesesinners and @adelaidedrubman, thank you so much!! tagging @awful-roffle, @coffeebucko, @henbased, @shellibisshe, @bluemojave, @turbo-virgins, @blackreaches, @aceghosts, @florbelles and anyone else who wants to do this :D <3 rules: bold what applies to your ocs/their aesthetic, italicize what sort of or somewhat applies, strike through what doesn’t/never applies

– HOLLAND VALLEY.

– WHITETAIL MOUNTAINS.

fishing at dawn // the smell of woodsmoke clinging to your clothes and hair // wolfsong // locking eyes with another predator // a night that falls faster than expected // the crisp hint of snow in the air // log cabins // the scent of evergreen trees // stone fireplaces // a well worn camouflage jacket // old field guide books // the smell of a cigarette still lingering on your hands // lager // the roar of whitewater rapids // cool dark caves // the rough wood of an antique gun // the scent of iron // woodland paths criss crossed by gnarled tree roots // a haze of dust from a recent rockslide // losing your breath as you wade into an icy river // winding mountain roads // an eagle’s cry // the bright red flash of a foxes tail at the corner of your eye // the patter of rain on dead leaves // petrichor // seeing your breath in the cold morning air // the click of a projector // the jangling of a chain link fence // gunpowder // the sizzling of a grill // burnt hair // the grand lobby of a lodge // gravel crunching underfoot // the cry of blue jays // information boards // brochures piled on a table // cold metal bars // the sour smell of a lumber mill // the rough texture of scouting achievement badges // muffled oldies music from another room // sharpening a hunting knife // blood red leaves blooming from bone white birch trees // red bleeding into the edges of your vision

– HENBANE RIVER.

– JOSEPH'S COMPOUND.

– DUTCH'S ISLAND.

creaking metal hinges // the crackle of a radio // the scratch of an old record player // the smell of antiseptic // the flickering light of a projector // the feel of pushing pins into cork board // echoing footsteps // shelves stacked with canned food and mason jars // dark shadowy figures on the edge of your vision // gleaming metal badges // a table of bullet shell casings // vertigo from standing on swaying radio towers // the sound of shattering glass // whistling pipes // suffocating heat // the chatter of squirrels // faint scent of mothballs // the sputter of a boat engine // the high electronic whine of an old television turning on // the sound of distant gunfire

– HOLLAND VALLEY.

– WHITETAIL MOUNTAINS.

fishing at dawn // the smell of woodsmoke clinging to your clothes and hair // wolfsong // locking eyes with another predator // a night that falls faster than expected // the crisp hint of snow in the air // log cabins // the scent of evergreen trees // stone fireplaces // a well worn camouflage jacket // old field guide books // the smell of a cigarette still lingering on your hands // lager // the roar of whitewater rapids // cool dark caves // the rough wood of an antique gun // the scent of iron // woodland paths criss crossed by gnarled tree roots // a haze of dust from a recent rockslide // losing your breath as you wade into an icy river // winding mountain roads // an eagle’s cry // the bright red flash of a foxes tail at the corner of your eye // the patter of rain on dead leaves // petrichor // seeing your breath in the cold morning air // the click of a projector // the jangling of a chain link fence // gunpowder // the sizzling of a grill // burnt hair // the grand lobby of a lodge // gravel crunching underfoot // the cry of blue jays // information boards // brochures piled on a table // cold metal bars // the sour smell of a lumber mill // the rough texture of scouting achievement badges // muffled oldies music from another room // sharpening a hunting knife // blood red leaves blooming from bone white birch trees // red bleeding into the edges of your vision

– HENBANE RIVER.

– JOSEPH'S COMPOUND.

– DUTCH'S ISLAND.

creaking metal hinges // the crackle of a radio // the scratch of an old record player // the smell of antiseptic // the flickering light of a projector // the feel of pushing pins into cork board // echoing footsteps // shelves stacked with canned food and mason jars // dark shadowy figures on the edge of your vision // gleaming metal badges // a table of bullet shell casings // vertigo from standing on swaying radio towers // the sound of shattering glass // whistling pipes // suffocating heat // the chatter of squirrels // faint scent of mothballs // the sputter of a boat engine // the high electronic whine of an old television turning on // the sound of distant gunfire

#tag games #ask:ronan #ask:walker #my boys... i've missed them so much waugh ;w;#need to talk more about them they're so much fun. chaos duo fr #also need to play the game again... one day. one day #i tagged everyone who i think has fc5 ocs?? idk i'm just a guy if i missed you feel free to kill me <3

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krscblw · 4 months

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ghoul element perfume associations!

i've done a few scent association lists for individual ghouls, and i thought it would be fun to do one for elements instead! it's a little more general, which lets me include perfume that i really like but that don't fit any of the ghouls exactly. as always, i would love your feedback!!

Usual warning: This might look weird on mobile, but it should be good on desktop. Apologies, I'd fix it if I knew how.

Earth: Dense, earthy, bitter, green scents reminiscent of forests, gardens, and ruins halfway reclaimed by nature.

Notes: wood, vetiver, greenery, moss, soil, fruit, rose, stone, fungus

Rose Fantôme - LVNEA

“Rose Fantôme breathes not the fresh blooming rose but the one that has been cut, left and forgotten. Now one with its surroundings, it blends with the scents of dried grass and lichen, hay, and dirt.”

porcelain roses, immortelle, dried hay, graveyard soil, cepes, oakmoss, oakwood

Duende - Fantôme

“The smell of being lost in an enchanted forest.”

oakmoss, cedar, fir, resinous labdanum, benzoin, tree sap, wild violets, lilac

(i have this one, it's forest-y but also pretty light for a forest perfume. definitely a summery, magical forest smell)

Holy Oak - LVNEA

“Holy Oak alchemizes the aromas of deep, damp oakwood and the dry warmth of cedar to evoke the sound, sight, and smell of a well-worn cabin woodframe creaking against the weight of tempestuous rainfall as it begins to slow.”

galbanum, cedar leaf, petrichor, frankincense, cedarwood, oakwood, oakmoss

Mount Auburn - Little & Grim

“A dizzying array of all the flora that buds in Massachusetts. Fragrant, fruity blossoms and towering trees shading gentle, winding paths.”

fresh raspberry, melon, honeysuckle, blooming lilac, wisteria, spruce

Love Among the Ruins - Alkemia

“An ancient ruin of fallen stonework covered with lichen and tangles of flowering vines slowly disintegrating/returning to nature.”

stone ruins, lichen, tangles of flowering vines

Rochester - Fantôme

rich earth, crisp fallen leaves, sweet tobacco, a hint of patchouli, garden tomato, newly ripened autumn gourds

Vert Sur Le Vert - Alkemia

green grasses, new leaves, tomato seedlings, crushed sweet grasses

Air: Scents that range from cold, sharp, and sweet to thick, powdery, and dusty – reflecting the versatility of air as an element.

Notes: florals, musk, fruit, cold air, dust, sugar, honey, ozone

Lilacs Along the Winding Drive - Alkemia

fresh lilacs, a gentle breeze after a light spring rain, a dusty pebbled driveway, a slightly rusty porch swing, and a small handful of late blooming violets

Hummingbird - Zoologist

“This diaphanous scent alights upon you in a pastel bouquet of honeysuckle, mimosa, lilac and peonies, with just the lightest dusting of natural sugars found in pear, cherry and honey. A finishing dollop of velvety whipped cream melds the tantalizing notes, completing this irresistible and opulent perfume.”

apple, cherry, citrus, lilac, muguet, plum, rose, violet leaf, honey, honeysuckle, mimosa, peony, tulip, ylang, amber, coumarin, cream, moss, musks, sandalwood, white woods

Frost Flowers - LVNEA

“Icy and cold, delicate yet jagged, floral ice crystals slowly melt to reveal a heart of dark florals at the center of this musky and enveloping oil perfume.”

tuberose, jasmine, black currant, ambrette, cypress, elemi resin

Thundersnow - Fyrinnae

“On rare occasions within a system cold enough to produce ground level snow, the conditions are favorable for the right lifting and instability required to also produce lightning.”

cold air, electricity, metallic ozone, gasoline

Veil of Spidersilk - Nui Cobalt Designs

“Slender strands of cotton flower hung with trembling dewdrops… Wear to bless any new beginning and brighten the path ahead.”

cotton flower, dew, pale pink musk, tiny black vanilla beans, Margaret Merril rose, lily of the valley, neroli, honeysuckle, non-indolic jasmine

Mama Gein - Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

crushed baby’s breath dusted with baby powder

Foxfire - Alkemia

white sugar ambers, jasmine aldehydes, night flowering nardo

Fire: Warm, heavy, lingering, spicy scents. Some fire ghouls smell like smoke and fire, but others smell like heat, metal, or spices.

Notes: smoke, incense, spices, metal, patchouli, wood

Paimon - Fantôme

“This is a warm, regal scent conjuring an endless sea of sand with the hint of an oasis of coconut and dark vanilla carried on a warm desert wind. Golden frankincense, black amber, and myrrh stir under the endless dunes of hot sand, grounding the bright, golden notes that shine under the unrelenting sun.”

hot sands, frankincense, myrrh, sun-bleached parchment, vanilla, black amber, coconut husk, gold

Eldritch - Pineward Perfume

“Lair of ancient eldritch abominations, a resinous and dark perfume for the bold and unafraid.”

leather, myrrh, patchouli, fir, oolong tea, opoponax, smoke, pine needles, oakmoss

Stel - Treading Water Perfume

motor oil, metal, desert air, frankincense, oud

Persian Tea Room - Alkemia

spiced black tea, dry desert sand, spices, musk, soft leather

Firebird - Fantôme

“This is a rich, golden scent that emulates the golden apples and warm flame of the Firebird.”

smoldering embers, burning cloves, orange, golden saffron, endless forest, soot on feathers, soft flame, apple

Dwarf - Black Phoenix Alchemy Labs

iron filings, chips of stone, hops, soot-covered leather

Tyrannosaurus Rex - Zoologist

“A sultry heat wafts across the land, lapped up greedily by the abundant flora that thrives in its midst… The Cretaceous period comes of age against a backdrop scorched by wildfire and lightning strikes.”

bergamot, black pepper, fir, laurel leaf, neroli, nutmeg, champaca, geranium, jasmine, osmanthus, rose, ylang ylang, resins, cade, cedar, civet, frankincense, leather, patchouli, sandalwood, vanilla

Water: Water ghouls tend to have smooth, cold scents. Some are sweet, some are sour, some are salty, but all of them reflect different bodies of water.

Notes: ozone, vanilla, water, citrus, seaweed, salt, sand, ice, tropical fruit

Triton - Fantôme

murky sea water, ambergris, ancient forest mosses, crushed ivy, frankincense, resins, ozone, a hint of citrus

Voice of the Sea - Alkemia

“An olfactory musing from the underside of a wooden dock.”

salty sea breezes, sun-bleached driftwood, crushed seashells, lemon peel, barnacles, sand, and sea-soaked timbers

Dragonfly - Zoologist

“Giant lotus pads part to make way for buds that pierce the surface of the jade green pond. They raise their faces to the sun, their delicate fragrance floating around them. In the shadow of the flowers, tiny dragonfly nymphs also emerge from the shallows. They spread their fragile wings and shyly take flight, ready to explore a world beyond the water.”

grapefruit, basil, angelica seed, ginger, rice, aquatic florals, geranium, jasmin sambac, mimosa, orris absolute, rose, violet leaves, rainwater, moss, patchouli, tonka, vetiver, benzoin, cashmeran

Acadia - Alkemia

“An olfactory portrait of coastal Maine.”

atlantic ocean fog, balsam fir pine needles, seaweed, bay leaves, saltwater, charred driftwood

Gelatto - Pineward Perfume

“Suntanned skin and sunny beaches.”

makrut lime, jasmine sambac, mandarin orange, gardenia, massoia bark, sandalwood, ambergris

Squid - Zoologist

“The vast ocean swells and contracts, caught in the relentless tug of the moon. Beneath the surface, a school of squid emerges. Strange, elastic forms propel from the deep in a frantic search for sustenance. They are not alone. Their predators lunge, only to be foiled by blinding jets of murky ink.”

pink pepper, solar salicylate, incense, black ink accord, salty accord, opoponax, ambergris, benzoin, musk

Seahorse - Zoologist

“Balmy sunlight trips across foamy turquoise waves, sending rippling haloes onto the coral below. On the lagoon floor, anemone and seaweed sway in unison, limbs pumping to the rhythm of the current. Hovering among the coral branches, a group of seahorses gazes shyly on.”

guatemala cardamom, fennel, ambrette absolute, clary sage, tuberose, neroli, algae absolute, vetiver, ambergris accord

Quintessence: Heavy, warm, creamy scents. Quintessence ghouls tend to smell comforting, and their scents reflect human creations much more often than other ghouls’.

Notes: amber, leather, chocolate, alcohol, linen, lavender, wood, milk, vanilla

Amber Witch - Alkemia

aged dark arabian amber, honey musk, creamy bourbon caramels, spiced rum

Moon Magic - Sorcellerie Apothecary

“Smells like your favorite cozy witch.”

lavender sugar, tonka bean, chai spices, vanilla steamed milk, cashmeran, ambroxan, crystals charged by moonlight

Sailing to Byzantium - Alkemia

papyrus, leather, ink, cardamon, orris, tonka, wet tweed, precious incense woods

Novella - Alkemia

“A cozy afternoon curled up in a favorite chair…”

spiced lavender de provence, steaming earl grey tea, old paperback books

The Old Gods Survive - PULP Fragrance

cherry pipe tobacco, golden amber, aged leather, oakmoss, old cedar chests

Solovey - Fantôme

black amber, crushed violets, black currants, dark espresso, labdanum, black agarwood, tobacco

(one of my favorites of all time. it smells like nighttime but magical, somehow. the amber, violets, and espresso are most noticeable and it's so good. if dark purple was a scent it would be this imo)

Fleurs Historiques et Cacao - Alkemia

“A historical recipe from the 1700's court of Versailles created by a mistress to delight a king. A paradox of the decadent and the divine…”

dark cacao, french lavender, piquant black cardamom pods, tea with lemon peel, grapefruit blossom, vanilla musk

thank you for reading, and i would love to hear your thoughts! (also, gentle reminder if you got this far that reblogs are very appreciated!)

#the band ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoulettes #ghoul perfume thoughts #perfume thoughts #fire ghouls #earth ghouls #water ghouls #air ghouls #quintessence ghouls

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josephslittledeputy · 2 years

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OC Aesthetics: Far Cry 5 Edition

Tagged by @strafethesesinners @florbelles @adelaidedrubman @aceghosts @clicheantagonist ty! :)

Guidelines: bold what always applies to your OC, italicize what sometimes/somewhat applies, strikethrough what never applies

Holland Valley

Whitetail Mountains

Fishing at dawn // the smell of woodsmoke clinging to your clothes and hair // wolfsong // locking eyes with another predator // a night that falls faster than expected // the crisp hint of snow in the air // log cabins // the scent of evergreen trees // stone fireplaces // a well worn camouflage jacket // old field guide books // the smell of a cigarette still lingering on your hands // lager // the roar of whitewater rapids // cool dark caves // the rough wood of an antique gun // the scent of iron // woodland paths criss crossed by gnarled tree roots // a haze of dust from a recent rockslide // losing your breath as you wade into an icy river // winding mountain roads // an eagle’s cry // the bright red flash of a foxes tail at the corner of your eye // the patter of rain on dead leaves // petrichor // seeing your breath in the cold morning air // the click of a projector // the jangling of a chain link fence // gunpowder // the sizzling of a grill // burnt hair // the grand lobby of a lodge // gravel crunching underfoot // the cry of blue jays // information boards // brochures piled on a table // cold metal bars // the sour smell of a lumber mill // the rough texture of scouting achievement badges // muffled oldies music from another room // sharpening a hunting knife // blood red leaves blooming from bone white birch trees // red bleeding into the edges of your vision

Henbane River

Joseph’s Compound

Dutch’s Island

Willa Rook - Dark AU Version

Holland Valley

Whitetail Mountains

Fishing at dawn // the smell of woodsmoke clinging to your clothes and hair // wolfsong // locking eyes with another predator // a night that falls faster than expected // the crisp hint of snow in the air // log cabins // the scent of evergreen trees // stone fireplaces // a well worn camouflage jacket // old field guide books // the smell of a cigarette still lingering on your hands // lager // the roar of whitewater rapids // cool dark caves // the rough wood of an antique gun // the scent of iron // woodland paths criss crossed by gnarled tree roots // a haze of dust from a recent rockslide // losing your breath as you wade into an icy river // winding mountain roads // an eagle’s cry // the bright red flash of a foxes tail at the corner of your eye // the patter of rain on dead leaves // petrichor // seeing your breath in the cold morning air // the click of a projector // the jangling of a chain link fence // gunpowder // the sizzling of a grill // burnt hair // the grand lobby of a lodge // gravel crunching underfoot // the cry of blue jays (annoying, nosy little things) // information boards // brochures piled on a table // cold metal bars // the sour smell of a lumber mill // the rough texture of scouting achievement badges // muffled oldies music from another room // sharpening a hunting knife // blood red leaves blooming from bone white birch trees // red bleeding into the edges of your vision

Henbane River

Joseph’s Compound

Dutch’s Island

#oc: willa rook #au: dark willa #finally getting to my tags sorry this took so long but tytyty for the tags!#also dunno how i feel bout willa's banner but ill take it for now #aaand thats also not willa in the second banner 👀 spoiler

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