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krscblw · 8 months

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ghoul perfume associations!

i am very into ghost. and i am also very into indie perfumes! so i decided to combine the two and make a list of my scent associations for each of the ghouls, as well as a few indie fragrances that fit them (in my opinion! if y'all have other thoughts i would LOVE to hear them /gen)

i also included all of the perfumes i found that had the same names as the ghouls, even if i didn't think the scent profile worked, and bonus atmospherics that i think are more naturally ghoul-ish and worked well for the various elements!

warning: this is an obscenely long post. i have too many thoughts.

another warning: 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: chocolate, linen, lavender. Aeon smells very gentle and pleasant, but not necessarily sweet. He smells like things that he himself finds comfort in.

Perfumes:

Chocolatine -- Fyrinnae

“Also known as Pain au Chocolat, these flaky croissant-like pastries are filled with pieces of dark or semi-sweet chocolate. This is not a very sweet fragrance.”

TELEGRAMA – Imaginary Authors

talc, lavender absolute, black pepper, teak, amyris, vanilla powder, fresh linens

Bonus:

Phantom -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

Aether

Notes: bourbon, amber, vanilla. Aether smells sophisticated, but with a warm, golden edge. He smells like comfort, like unconditional love- but also a little bit like sex.

Perfumes:

Quintessence of Debauchery -- Alkemia Perfumes

“A distillation of raw, bawdy sexiness without regard for gender - Bourbon vanilla, tonka, dark florals, peach brandy, coriander, mock orange, spiced pumpkin, fresh ginger root, rock rose, long leaf tobacco, black opium infused amber, patchouli, oakmoss, and cruelty-free (vegan) castoreum.��

Morosexual -- Treading Water Perfume

“Morosexual - The sexual attraction to stupid people. Treat yourself and read your partner at the same time with a scent that is as classy as it is stupid. The earthy combo of vanilla, fresh tobacco and star anise combine with spicy nutmeg to create a warm soft blanket to dull the mind.”

tobacco, vanilla, patchouli, jasmine, star anise, nutmeg

Alpha

Notes: leather, smoke, gunpowder. Alpha smells.. off-putting, to most people. He has an intense personality, and it's reflected in his scent.

Perfumes:

Industrial Sabotage -- Alkemia Perfumes

“A cataclysmic wreckage of burnt wires; twisted melted steel; shattered machinery, and gunpowder.”

Night Shift -- PULP Fragrance

“Black frankincense, engine grease from a long late shift, smoke, ash, blackened wood, and a hint of leather.”

Cirrus

Notes: dark fruits, musk. Cirrus smells sophisticated in a dark, sensual way. She smells.. hypnotic, almost. She smells like you want her, but she doesn't even know you exist.

Perfumes:

Venus Black -- Possets

“A grand and very very sensual scent. Black in the most sophisticated way. Considered one of the colors, its working name was Mars' Black but it is so wonderfully feminine that there is no way that it could be named after the god of war, it should be named after the goddess of love. The Blackest musk flirts with a float of black pepper, a shot of dark sweet pear, and the smallest amount of sage and non-stinky narcissus for tingle. One not to be missed. Dry, musky, spicy.”

(i have this one. it's VERY attractive (i had to stop wearing it because i was confusing myself lmao) and now that i associate it with cirrus. i might have a problem)

Salomé -- Alkemia Perfumes

“An overture of not so innocent magnolia underscored with a sly caress of Queen of the Night, a fulsomeness of nubile black grapes and plums, skin musk bathed in spilled cognac, and ruthless twist of bitter orange, blended with an ancient Arabian love philtre of crushed vanilla and tonka bean, sandalwood, vetiver, cedar, and red oud.”

Bonus:

Cirrus -- Osmofolia

Cumulus

Notes: lilac, magnolia, jasmine, sugar. Cumulus smells sweet and cloying. You smell her once and the scent haunts you all day like the most enchanting ghost.

Perfumes:

Alabama -- Possets

“Floral perfume lovers rejoice! This one is the essence of a hot sticky Southern night at the height of passion with the one you love. What a treat! Alabama weaves pink fizzy mimosa, thick white magnolia, canebrake jasmine, Mexican tuberose, and Martinique gardenia. The effect is eternally woman, unabashedly sexy, and in command. These are all knit together with precious Sacred Frankincense to concoct a bombshell of a fragrance, deep white floral with deep incense leanings. A hypnotic fragrance. So very sweet, so very profound. Feminine, floral, devastating.”

Sweet Mother -- Little And Grim

“‘Sweet mother, I cannot weave --/ slender Aphrodite has overcome me/ with longing for a girl.’ -Sappho. Notes of lush moss, blooming lilac, French lavender, rose, jasmine, mandarin and lemon zest, warm musk, and lily of the valley.”

Bonus:

Cumulus -- Osmofolia

Skiing On Europa -- Fyrinnae

“The atmosphere of a distant moon, not as habitable for mammals as Earth, the thin air reminiscent of high mountain elevations before snowfall. Cold, and ozonic like petrichor.”

Dewdrop

Notes: berries, smoke, wood. Dew smells like resinous woodsmoke, with an unexpected berry undertone. (Just like his personality: brash outside, sweet inside.)

Perfumes:

Ignis -- PULP Fragrance

“Raspberries, fresh ginger, smoky aloeswood, pale blond tobacco leaves & fiery red musk.”

A CITY ON FIRE – Imaginary Authors

“The refined smoke accord makes this an austere and luxurious scent for evenings on the town, whether with a special someone or alone and looking for trouble.”

cade oil, spikenard, cardamom, clearwood, dark berries, labdanum, burnt match

Bonus:

The Center of the Universe -- Alkemia Perfumes

“The center of our universe is raspberries and rum? In a vast dust cloud at the center of the Milky Way there is an abundance of ethyl formate, a simple aliphatic ester found in the smell of rum and raspberries. To these elements, we've added notes from astronauts' descriptions of the smell of their suits when they return from space walks - freshly welded metal, gun powder, seared steak in an iron pan, burnt almond cookies, charcoal, and ozone.”

Ifrit

Notes: black tea, incense. Ifrit smells heavy and dark in a way that makes you want more. Very mysterious, even though his personality doesn't really match.

Perfumes:

Black Tea -- Possets

“The most dark and the most tannic of teas. Somehow that puckery quality becomes addictive. Just right for a seductive night deep in July or August where humidity makes itself into a sexy accessory. Not subtle but very alluring. Pure and beautiful, incense floats over it all and the effect is so much like the vapor lines of a mirage. Tea-like but not sweet.”

(this is one of my favorite fragrances EVER, i wear it like every day)

O, UNKNOWN! – Imaginary Authors

“At the risk of sounding bleak, this night could be your last. Splash on O, Unknown! and plunge forth into prosperity and joy. Repeat as often as you are able.”

black tea, lapsang souchong tincture, orris butter, kyoto moss, musk balsam, sandalwood

Bonus:

The Ifrit -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

Mist

Notes: water, herbs. Mist smells aquatic and green, like spring rain or a pond full of plants. There's an icy, aloof edge to her scent.

Perfumes:

Taste of Rain -- Alkemia Perfumes

“A primordially vernal chypre consecrated by silver rain, green ivy, holy basil, lilacs, moss, and wisteria.”

Diaphanous Dress -- Possets

“If the lovely Primavera would wear a gown, she might be dressed in a garment made of snow crystals and flowers. Even into April, spring can get cold even while the flowers we all love press upward. Spring displays irony in her variability. Deepest and richest Mexican vanilla troupes bravely with the chill aquatic of snow falling in heavy doses and melting almost on contact. A tuft of chlorophyll is in the background and a hint of the flowers it all overtakes for just a while. This is an enchanting fragrance, a hypnotic springtime blend which is more about the atmosphere than the real flowers themselves.”

Bonus:

Ammil -- Alkemia Perfumes

“An olfactory journey that morphs like melting ice... starting cold and aloof with distinct elements of wet snow and ice then gradually unfolding to reveal an indescribably unique velvety skin warmth.”

Mountain

Notes: vetiver, greenery, earth, mushrooms. Mountain smells very green and earthy, almost like he was recently underground, or maybe like he spent all day tending to a fragrant garden (he did).

Perfumes:

Hedale Wood -- Little And Grim

“This fragrance is dark and a bit mysterious, while staying green enough to be worn without smelling too villainous.”

vetiver, cedar trees, bergamot, dense foliage, coriander, musk, sandalwood, frankincense, a touch of lavender, amber

Heirloom Tomato Leaf -- Fyrinnae

“Rows of tomato plants on a humid day, their unmistakable heavy green fragrance filling the air and clinging to your hands as you touch the leaves. This is not a solitary note perfume, but includes significant notes of damp soil and humid air.”

Bonus:

Beneath The Forest -- Fyrinnae

“Beneath the trees, where scant sunlight ever reaches and few green plants grow, mushrooms (and decay) flourish in the ever-damp soil, surrounded by darkness. Step carefully, there could be traps.”

Nimbus*

Notes: peach, rose, wood. Nimbus smells sweet and slightly earthy, with an overwhelming ripe peach heart and a floral edge. Very pretty, very cheerful, but not childish.

Perfumes:

South Star -- PULP Fragrance

“Sweet creamy peach, vanilla beans, liatrix, & a woody-ambrette accord, all topped off with a hint of cinnamon.”

Someone Tell Lady Luck -- Little And Grim

lemongrass, bright fresh ginger, verbena, sweet peaches, bamboo, and clean rain on city streets

Bonus:

Aurora -- Alkemia Perfumes

Armenian Rose -- Fyrinnae

“The fragrance of dark red rose petals and sweeter pink roses with the earthy scent of native lilies.”

*i headcanon nimbus as a earth/air multi

Omega

Notes: wood, amber, tobacco. Omega smells warm, but not quite comforting. He smells like he knows more than you (he does) and like he's a little bit disappointed in you (he might be). He smells like he COULD be comforting, if you managed to earn his approval.

Perfumes:

Bibliotheca -- Alkemia Perfumes

“A vintage elegance of leatherbound books, plush club chairs, vintage vinyl records, polished mahogany tables, fountain pen ink, black tea, dark plum brandy, vetiver, rosewood, artemesia, white carnation, lavender water, citron, tweedy woolens, and oakmoss.”

(i have this one! it's surprisingly woody)

Bronze and Blaze -- Alkemia Perfumes

“Autumnal bronze amber aged with cognac barrel staves, red oak leaves, Perique pipe tobacco, raw wool, ripe pumpkin, opoponax (sweet myrrh), and soft suede gloves warmed by a creamy steamy cup of Bourbon vanilla coffee.”

Rain

Notes: seawater, ozone. Rain smells like the ocean, or more accurately, like a siren that wants to lure you out to sea and kill you. Wet, a little bit green, sweet and salty.

Perfumes:

Mermaids in the Basement -- Alkemia Perfumes

“A siren song of seawater soaked linen, aquatic incense, white ginger, pomelo, limoncello, dry moss, clary sage, cactus flower, prickly pear, loquat, fir resin, cedar needles, mesquite pods, Hinoki wood, Guaiac wood, and Elemi resin.”

EVERY STORM A SERENADE – Imaginary Authors

danish spruce, eucalyptus, vetiver, calone, ambergris, baltic sea mist

Bonus:

Black Squall -- Fyrinnae

“Open waters of the deepest blue, eerily calm before the looming arcus cloud in the distance bears down, revealing the wrath of the storm behind it. There was little left to do now but watch and wait. Cold and clean-smelling seawater, ozonic air, now and then a little olive oil from the lamps.”

Sunshine/Stratus**

Notes: strawberries, citrus, vanilla, spices. Sunny smells like summer. She smells like ripe fruit, sweet cold drinks, and sun, with a little bit of unexpected spice.

Perfumes:

Strawberry Lemonade -- PULP Fragrance

“Fresh strawberries, lemonade, and a bowl of strawberry-vanilla ice cream.”

Lola -- Alkemia Perfumes

“A dramatic splash of Coca-cola trailed by an adoration of blood orange, pink peppercorns, caviar lime, orange blossom, tonka, spicy nutmeg dancing sinuously across a base of warm Brazilian cherrywood.”

Bonus:

Stratus -- Osmofolia

Prairie 66 -- Alkemia Perfumes

“The smell of an old cement-paved road in the desert just before dawn when the cement is cold and almost, but not quite damp. Flowering desert sage, aldehydes, grapefruit, Linden blossoms, bergamot, saffron, gray amber, yucca, yuzu, and cool concrete. ”

**i headcanon sunny as a fire/air multi

Swiss***

Notes: smoke, musk, patchouli. Swiss smells dark but welcoming, unpredictable but attractive. He smells the way velvet feels: sweet, smoky, decadent.

Perfumes:

Smoke & Mirrors -- Alkemia Perfumes

“An elusive, smokey blend of burning wood, Madagascar Vanilla, and Tonka. We find this one to be elementally simple, but unusually mercurial and highly responsive to different skin chemistries… the vanilla and the smoke dance with each other almost continuously… sometimes the foreground is smoky, then sweet, then returns with sweetly smoky, then smoky.”

Allen Ginsberg - Howl -- Possets

“Possets' interpretation of Howl is unabashedly sexy, driven mad by welling passions. Black, red and amber musks wrestle furiously with sandalwood and opium tar resin. There is nothing light or gentle about this scent. A burning incense backs it up, black patchouli stands in the forefront. Dark, musky, resinous. Tremendously savage, dark and sweet like molasses rather than sugar. ...and yet, there is something innocent about it all.”

(i have howl and it's SO good and so perfect for swiss)

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

Zephyr

Notes: dust, ozone. Zephyr smells like the air where something once was, or maybe where something is and has been too long. Dusty, faintly sweet, slightly melancholic.

Perfumes:

Dustsceawung -- Alkemia Perfumes

“The scent of forbidden explorations and an olfactory meditation on dust... attic air, the inside of old trunks, abandoned haylofts, library stacks, and abandoned buildings. Dustsceawung is the contemplation of dust, worldly desires, and the ephemerality of all things... raspings that were once a tree, ruins that were once cities, bones that were once lovers. Dust is always the ultimate destination on our journey.”

Hauntology -- PULP Fragrance

“Ozone, olibanum, the air in a closed up kitchen cupboard that might once have held raisins and dried apricots, ambergris, burled briarwood, & the lost futures of a home abandoned.”

Bonus:

Zephyr -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

if you made it to the end of this i admire your dedication. and i would love to hear what you think!

#thank u for putting up with my rambling!#also if any of the links don't work please tell me and i'll fix it!#ghost bc #the band ghost #ghoul perfume thoughts #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoulettes #perfume thoughts

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sun-stricken · 8 months

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FT Ice siblings Headcanons

ultear is back to normal in this bc i make the rules

None of them are touchy feely types, but man would they die for eachother

Gray and Ultear get ‘mistaken’ as siblings constantly, and Lyon is absolutely not jealous of it, he swears!

They are both pretty protective of Gray for obvs reasons (little brother and he was technically both their turning points)

even more so after his death to the dragons

also stemming from their guilt

the reasons dont matter, but they would give him the world if he asked

subtly tho

Lyon Vastia, also known as the ‘Resident Drama Queen’

but theyre all dramatic

Lyon is just naturally extra

Ultear is allergic to cats

it was devastating to find out

Lyon and Ultear grew close during the 7 years Fairy Tail was missing, it made them gravitate towards eachother

they mourned Gray together (even though neither could fully accept he was most likely dead), spoke about their guilt (Ultear told Lyon about what she did on Tenrou, and her involvement in Galuna) and got to know one another

When Lyon found out Fairy Tail was back he dropped everything and booked the next train to magnolia

He tried to get in contact with her on the way there, but communication was always tricky with her job

After Ultear was like, reinstated (or whatever the word is) she dragged them both to a bunch random events and restaurants and just a lot of places

Gray pulls the ‘poor sweet little brother’ and ‘and here I thought you were a good older [brother/sister]’ card on them at every denial they give him

it works every time

Gray lets Ultear, Jellal, and Meredy crash/hide at his place if they want, it allowed him to get to know them, and for them to have a safe haven

Gray told Erza after a couple months of this going on and she started suspiciously visiting Grays house more often

They have a groupchat, Gray’ll bother the fuck out of them in the middle of the night bc hes bored and his sleeping schedule is shit

or he’ll send incriminating and alarming photos/messages and drop off the face of the earth for awhile

Lyon pretends its annoying and says as much but it finds it comforting to wake up with texts every morning

although, 47 separate messages from one person about the chronicles of a stray cat is a little excessive

Ultear indulges him since Crime Sorciere does most of their traveling at night

Lyon and Gray have a running bet on if she sleeps

they have a standing bimonthly meeting, sometimes they’ll meet before that but it there is always a fixed plan just incase

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pabtsblueliving · 10 months

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Moonlight Shadows of the Magnolias

rhett abbott x fem!reader

In the hallowed halls of the church, a man's eyes are drawn to her — a girl who exudes an ethereal innocence amidst the solemnity. As prayers echo around them, their thoughts deviate to forbidden fantasies, grappling with the contrast between his desires and the sanctity of space.

WC: 735

Warnings: 18+ snippets of smut, flirting, religious themes, sinnin’, kissing, riding, penetration, the whole Wabang.

Kind of rushed, I was excited to write this. Was inspired by Bishop Gunn's song Alabama and the music video. enjoy

xoxo, pabtsblueliving 💋

He was sweating. It was a hot sunday in Wabang.

The heat of the holy day wasn't the only thing sending him into a swelter. It was you.

Your families had liked each other, doing work for one on the land if needed, and the other returning the favor. They were friendly. You’d known Rhett from school.

There you stood before him in the pew, back facing him. You wore a white sundress, your hair was down, a light pink bow pasted in, holding up your half-up hair-do. Cowboy boots adorned your feet, he smiled at that. Dash of personality in the mess of the sunday-stiffness. Your parents spoke with his, and you turned around to face him, red-polished fingernails curling around the bench as you leaned in, cross necklace falling perfectly between your breasts.

“Hi, Rhett.” Plush lips pushing into a smile.

He swallowed, “-hi Y/N”

“It’s so nice to see you’re still comin’ into the lil’ old church after all these years, bull riding, college, all that. Nice to see you” You beamed.

His lips curled into a slight smile, and he avoided eye contact.

“How’s your sunday treating you, you like you’re just…burning up in your sunday best, Rhett.” Your head titled, sinister frown replacing your bright smile as he leaned closer to you over the pew.

“We both might as well have burst into flames when we walked in.” He whispered into your ear, and you shivered.

Fact is, you have seen Rhett. Last night, and the night before that, and so on. You’d reunited with Rhett at the bar after a few years of his absence two months ago. He’d asked you to dance drunkenly, you agreed, drunkenly. All that a few shared cigarettes outside and you’d find yourself rolling around with both your pants down at your ankles in the back of his truck in your driveway when he’d driven you home that night.

Covered by the moonlight shadows of the magnolias.

Each night since then had been hushed, texts reading ‘meet me here’ ‘meet me there’. After last night Rhett is particularly flustered on God’s day because innocence is radiating off the body in that white dress that he had done sinful things to the night prior.

He first had you on the driver's side of the car.

“-com’on baby, god…shit, baby you feel ngh-so damn good” Rhett huffed with his hand cemented to the ceiling of his truck as you bounced on top of him, your sweet moans echoing off the steamed windows.

“Rhett, baby…so deep. Makin’ me sweat like a sinner in church, jesus.” You panted, hands gripping his hair and shoulders as your bodies suctioned together in the humid air of the truck.

Then he took you on the hood

Your palms were firmly planted on the hood of the car, a ford logo was being pressed into your breasts, as Rhett slammed into you.

“-Shi’ baby, hold on.” His chest heaved with every word. “God damn, girl” he let out a chuckle as you started to match his thrusts by pushing your hips back at the same time

“Com’ on Rhett, git in there deep, baby how I like it.” You bit your lip into a smile as he gripped your waist and continued his attack.

“Rhett!” Your mother turned to speak to him, “So lovely seein’ you. How are you?”

“I am just great, Mrs.L/N, thank you for askin’ ma’am. Been a long time since we seen y’all.” He choked on his words a bit, as he was pulled from his lustrous thoughts of last night.

“Y’know, you two knew each other right? Why dont yall get together sometime, hang out? Y/N just been loungin’ like a cat and smokin’ like a chimney since she been home this summer…” Your mother droned

“Momma!” You yelped, pulling her sleeve “Have not…” You pouted, and Rhett let out a chuckle.

“Y’know maybe we will just plan somethin’, we do have some catching up to do.”

The service was over, and everyone was finishing their ‘peace be with you’s’ and you turned to Rhett, hand reaching to his. You looked up at him with long lashes, smiling. You grabbed his hands,

“Peace be with you” You finished, and felt a paper slide into your hands from his. He winked,

“And peace be with you.”

10pm. Ottawa Lake. Don’t be late. From, R

#rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott smut #Rhett abbott #outer range #lewis pullman #lewis pullman x reader

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collecting-stories · 2 years

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Home Game - Tyler Townsend

Request: no.

A/N: I’ve been really into Sweet Magnolias again ever since the second season came out so I figured I’d write a little something.

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It was a minor league game, $15 a ticket for a good seat, the midsize stadium still using benches instead of fold down seats like a real stadium would. This wasn’t the Braves or the Phillies or some other major team, this was the Riverdogs. 

Your seats were just above the dugout, directly in the sun while it was still out, and you were thankful you’d worn shorts. At least for now, later you’d complain, mostly just to annoy Tyler because you kind of hated baseball and this was the third baseball themed date he’d taken you to in a month. 

Just last week he’d taken you to the batting cages on what he claimed was a date but was really just you watching him practice. Not that you didn’t sincerely enjoy watching him practice just that you wanted something a little more exciting for date night. At least here they had concessions. 

You turned your head away from the game for a second as someone shouted about popcorn and cotton candy, the sound of metal hitting a ball the only thing you caught before the crowd on your side of the stands cheered. Tyler flung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer as he kissed your cheek, “did you see that? Right outta the park!” 

“That’s gonna be you someday, for the Braves or Cardinals or some other impressive team.” You replied. Baseball dates might not’ve been your thing but you couldn’t deny that you loved the way Tyler’s eyes lit up just talking about a future in Major League. 

“You’ll have to endure a lot more games if I get signed to the Braves someday.” His tone was light, teasing you cause he knew you weren’t the worlds biggest baseball fan, but the implication that you and he would still be together that far into the future wasn’t lost on you. 

“Those’ll be box seats, and like, real big spreads and shit.” You laughed, watching him as he turned his attention back to the baseball game. “And I’ll get to sit around and tell everyone how my boyfriend is a pro baseball player.” 

Tyler’s cheeks tinged the slightest red, contrasting his tan as he kept his eyes on the game, trying to fight the smile that crossed his face. Maddie had been bugging him about bringing you around for a family dinner or even a margarita night, though he definitely wasn’t going to subject you to his mom, Helen, and Dana Sue without some kind of warning. He’d done a pretty decent job of ducking, making excuses for why he didn’t want them to meet you yet, most of the time swearing that this was nothing serious. But Maddie knew he was lying. 

“You can pick the next date,” he promised at the end of the night, as you walked down the ramp to the parking lot, his sweatshirt keeping your upper body warm. Some of the crowd had dispersed after the game ended but you and Tyler hung around for the fireworks even though you were freezing. 

“This was fun,” you admitted, laughing when he gave you a skeptical look. You climbed in the passenger side of the car, fixing the vents so they blew right on your legs, “I just need to remember to wear pants next time.” 

“I told you it was gonna get cold,” he replied. Tyler checked his phone, a text from Maddie telling him to drive safe in response to his letting her know that he was on the way home. 

“I wanted to look cute for you, sue me,” you joked, leaning over the dashboard to kiss him as the line of cars moved slowly out of the parking lot. 

“Have they?” Dana Sue raised her eyebrows questioningly as she took a sip of her margarita, sitting around the island in Maddie’s kitchen. Helen snickered as Maddie’s eyes grew wide. 

“God I hope not, Ty won’t even tell me her last name!” Maddie replied, “every time I ask about her he just says ‘it’s casual’ or ‘she’s just a friend’.” 

“I think ‘just friends’ is an understatement, Annie said they got in trouble the other day for some less than appropriate behavior in the hallway,” Dana Sue replied. 

Maddie covered her face for a moment, trying not to laugh. She knew what Kyle told her and he’d said that Tyler was crazy about you. She was doing her best not to push the subject, wanting to give her oldest privacy and let him come to her when he was ready to share. But she was also getting impatient, she wanted to meet you, figure out if you were good enough for her son. She’d asked Cal and Kyle and even Annie a couple times but she felt bad being sneaky like that, collecting information behind Tyler’s back. 

“I’m trying so hard to give him space but I wanna know. I like knowing what’s going on in my kids’ lives!” Maddie insisted just as the door clicked open and then shut. 

She had told Tyler that she was going to be at Helen’s for margarita night and honestly, that had been the plan but then Bill was late picking up Katie and Kyle didn’t feel good and suddenly they were in her kitchen drinking. The house that was supposed to be empty wasn’t and Tyler came walking into the kitchen with you behind him, still wearing his sweatshirt. 

“Mom.”

All three women were sitting there staring at him but, to her credit, Maddie spoke first, “Ty…I meant to tell you, we ended up here tonight.” 

“I can see that.” He replied, looking between them and you, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. 

“I uh, maybe I should…go?” You asked, eyes on Tyler. He might’ve been giving Maddie the runaround but he’d told you from the beginning that he was reluctant to tell his mom he was dating. He told you she made a big deal out of everything and he knew she’d embarrass him and he didn’t want it getting to his dad who would tell him not to get blindsided in the middle of baseball season. 

“No,” he grabbed your hand before you could turn back to the door, “it’s okay, uh, mom…” Tyler took a deep breath and then launched into introductions, his mom and then Dana Sue and then Helen, all three women smiling from ear to ear as he called you his girlfriend. 

“Well it is so nice to meet you sweetheart,” Helen said, getting up to give you a hug, “think I saw you in my law class?” 

“Yeah I was on the jury,” you nodded. 

“So, what did you two have in mind for the rest of the night, hate to think you’d be here all alone when we were supposed to be at Helen’s?” Dana Sue piped in, before Maddie could get to you. 

Tyler flushed and you squeezed his hand, “just gonna watch TV, got a full house so…always kinda noisy at mine. Sorry bout that, Ty didn’t say y’all wouldn’t be around.” You lied. 

Maddie cracked a smile at that, her son’s face a dead giveaway that you weren’t telling the truth about your plans. You looked so convincing though, maybe she shouldn’t have but she liked you already. “Well I’m glad I forgot to tell him I’d be home cause I know he never would’ve brought you around on purpose.” 

“Mom.” Tyler huffed. He’d been dodging questions about you only because he felt like everyone always knew everything and had their noses in everyone’s business. He wanted something that was just his, that he didn’t have to share with anyone else and that something was his relationship with you. When you’d started dating, so soon after he’d broken up with CeCe, he didn’t wanna say anything and now that things were more serious, he felt like he didn’t want everyone in his business.

“Well it’s nice to meet you,” you replied, “sorry it’s taken this long, I guess. I tend to drag my feet too so,” you shrugged at the end of your sentence, mostly trying to give your boyfriend an out. Something Maddie clearly picked up on as she looked between the two of you.

“Have your parents met Ty?” She asked, Helen covering her mouth with her hand as she tried not to laugh at the guilty expression on Tyler’s face. He’d met your parents more than once, he’d even been over to dinner a couple of times with your whole family.

“Uh, once or twice,” you admitted.

When margarita night was over, and Helen offered to drive you home when you finally said you needed to leave, you sent Tyler a quick text, apologizing for the interruption but assuring him that it was nice meeting his mom. You’d seen Maddie around and Tyler always talked about how great she was so you would’ve been lying if you said you weren’t anxious to actually meet her.

Tyler would’ve snuck up to his room the minute the front door closed after you if it wasn’t for Maddie calling him back to the kitchen. She been waiting all night to talk to him without her friends around. As much as she loved Dana Sue and Helen, sometimes they didn’t let her get a word in edgewise and she got stuck listening to them parent her kids.

“So you two are real serious, huh?” Maddie asked, cleaning up the dishes left in the sink as Tyler lingered by the island, not sitting down.

“Yeah, I guess.” He shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant about it. He wasn’t sure if it was some kind of superstition, that if he said it out loud it would be true and it could go wrong, but he didn’t like talking about it. “We’ve been kinda, hanging out.”

“Kinda hanging out?” Maddie almost laughed, “Ty, she seems like a real sweet kid, maybe you should bump that ‘kinda hanging out’ up to actually dating so she doesn’t think you’re just, not serious.”

“We already talked about it,” Tyler replied, “can I go upstairs now?”

Maddie sighed and turned around, wiping her hands on a dish rag as she leaned against the kitchen sink, “Ty...I trying real hard not to push you into something that makes you uncomfortable but, I feel like I’m not clued in anymore. Like you got your life and its separate from everyone else’s in this house. I’m not asking you to sit here every night having a heart to heart with me but can we at least be honest and keep each other in the loop with our lives.”

“I just don’t wanna jinx anything,” he admitted, sheepishly, finally taking a seat at the island. “After CeCe and I broke up I wasn’t really upset or anything and I felt like maybe something was wrong with me. Or maybe I was like dad...I could just walk away without feeling anything.”

“Hey, you are not like that.” Maddie assured, “you are the most caring, thoughtful, person I know Ty.”

“I just,” he shrugged, “she asked me out and I said sure not really thinking it’d be different than CeCe but it is...but this is high school I mean, I don’t wanna stay in Serenity forever and I don’t wanna be that guy who marries his high school sweetheart just cause everyone says we’re so serious and we should.”

“The only people whose opinions matter in this relationship are yours. I know Serenity can gossip something awful and I know it’s hard not to listen, trust me, but don’t let them tell you how you should be feeling or what the future looks like.” Maddie replied, “if someone makes you happy Ty, if being with them feels good and comfortable and familiar, that's all that matters.”

Tyler nodded, letting Maddie’s words sink in. He had a lot of plans for the future and he knew that you did too, plans that didn’t fit into that neat little Serenity box that Maddie’s own life had been up until a year ago. But when people talked long term, asked if things were that serious, Tyler always fought the urge to admit that maybe they were. Maybe you wouldn’t settle down in Serenity and spend the rest of your lives running kids to baseball practice and dance lessons but he liked the idea of a future.

#tyler townsend x reader #tyler townsend x you #tyler townsend x y/n #tyler townsend imagine #tyler townsend fanfiction #tyler townsend fanfic #tyler townsend fic #sweet magnolias imagine #sweet magnolias fanfiction #sweet magnolias fanfic #sweet magnolias fic #collecting stories imagine

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rownanisntwriting · 7 months

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CHAPTER TEN BABEEEE in this chapter we go back in time (hence the title). Timelapse takes place a little after Rosemarie and Simon go missing—the team lead at Good Intentions feels compelled to file a police report and visit Rosemarie’s empty home. (I noticed there's a little mistake in the text... just ignore it shh hush hush) I also wanted to say that I adore the comments you guys put in the tags of the reblogs. I know I'm shit at the tag games, but if anyone has any asks pertaining to this wip I'll do my best to answer! Working on this project has made me both stressed and happy lol I'm glad to be able to share my writing with even just a few people.

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By now the power and water have been turned off. The food in the kitchen is beginning to mold; Sadie notices in particular a chicken pot pie that is a little too green inside. She shuts the stale refrigerator. It’s obvious that one of the last things Rosemarie did was lie in bed. The chairs at her gateleg table are pushed in, crochet placemats she used only when she had company still left on the table, her coke bottle of dried peonies at the center. The blankets were folded over the edge of the raisin-black velvet couch. She doesn’t touch the remote, turns on the TV to see what channel Rosemarie was last watching. She stares at Rosemarie’s unmade bed, tries to put the pieces together. She wondered what would make Rosemarie get up out of bed, it looked like she hadn’t done the dishes, hadn’t ordered takeout. Her room didn’t smell like Rosemarie did. Warmth, something homey. Amber and magnolias, chocolate and orchids. This wasn’t the first time she had been in Rosemarie’s home. She was here when Rosemarie was showing her the portrait Simon had drawn of her. She said that she had to see it in person so she could see every lovely line on the smooth Bristol board paper in a wooden ornate gold picture frame, the shape of it an oval, Simon’s familiar signature tucked beneath Rosemarie’s graphite chin. She looks in the bathroom, next. Rosemarie owned very little skincare and less makeup. She looks at herself in her mirror. There aren’t sticky notes on her bathroom mirror 0r a lipstick stain from her kiss. Everything is like a still life, the sort of still life you saw in your college art class, simple and with a single light source, the shadows and dust telling of time. She wonders what could have happened to her favorite coworker, the sweet-cheeked employee who was bronze incarnate and showed her face like the moon phases. The dark side of her was Sadie’s favorite. Sadie leaves without answers to Rosemarie’s disappearance. Her fingers tighten around the doorknob. She catches a glance of her wedding ring before she leaves the building.

tags to my forrest fae as usual! @coffeeandcalligraphy and @thewardenofwinter. let me know if you would like to be added to or removed from the BFC tag list!

#blackforrestcake #this chapter might be my fav #its my first time writing with Sadie #Sadie and Rosemarie are pretty close #work besties #but they dont hang much #they also have similar senses of humor (dark humor)#Sadie doesnt believe anything being told to her #there may be a 'timelapse part two'????? if i decide to get in her head again #i may do so only when neccesary #basically her chapter connects the dots and we have to go five whole weeks back #but there is a jump in time nonetheless so its not too long #sadies head is fun tho #shes also a lesbian!#writeblr #amwriting #writing blog

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caitas-cooing · 1 year

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I have decided to compile a list of Nikki's autistic and otherwise neurodivergent traits, because I can. This might take a bit but I am determined. I'm glad we have the thing that let's you look at the story of past events because the beach vacation event has quite a few of them

For the record I'm mostly going of Shining Nikki for this because it's what I have on my phone currently, but if you want to add some from other games then your are free to do so and I would appreciate it greatly

Let's start with beach vacation event stuff, original I was going to show pictures of the text, but that would take a lot of pictures and we can only do 10 on mobile, so I'll just summarize. There is several times where she mentions that when she was younger she would play by herself or with her sister Yoyo. She says she doesn't know why she struggled with making friends, but she says that maybe it's because she didn't want to bother people and sometimes she didn't mind being alone. There was also a kid who was alone instead of playing with the other kids, but he kept looking at them like he wanted to play but wasn't sure how to join. Nikki saying herself in the lonely child convinces the other kids to invite the boy to come play with them and then they all get to play together. I really liked that story because I was that kid a lot, and sometimes it was fine, but there were also times where I actually did want to play, but I wasn't sure how to ask and too scared about what would happen if they said no. Me and Nikki are the same there I guess. She also displays a lot of anxiety in general. She says she has ideas and dreams and she wants to chase after them, but she gets scared and thinks "let's not". She's scared of rollercoasters, she doesn't want to try spicy food, and she's afraid to touch the octopus because it looks slimy, which could be related to sensory issues (they are for me anyway). She convinces herself to try some of these things and she was able to do it because you were there. It's sweet. Seriously if you haven't read the events story for the beach event read them the whole thing is so wholesome.

Next I'm going to talk about voice lines that Nikki says when you use outfits or sets in the dressing room:

When you put on the dress wintermount academy Nikki says that she didn't have many close friends in highschool, reiterating what she says in the beach vacation event. When you put on the blooming magnolia set she says she used to feel lonely, but she isn't anymore because she has you. Cute

When you put on the dress garnet she says "what did you say? Louder!" And when you put in the hair accessory perfect machine she says "what did you say? I can't hear" this could be an issue with auditory processing or it could be that she had her ears damage when vulture exploded the train, because she does say that her ears are still ringing when you talk to her in her room when you finish that chapter. Could also be both 🤷🏻‍♀️

Nikki has issues with balance. If you put on the shoes floral path she'll say "tiptoe... Hmmm, isn't it beautiful without tiptoe too?" (For context these are ballet shoes). If you put on the shoes petite white bunny she'll say "I should have a sexy pose... Oops, gotta keep my balance first" I get it heels are hard. I love heels but they should have more flat shoes too.

When you put on the earrings pink heart seashell she'll say "I can't help but want to shake my head when I wear earrings" which is very stimmy behavior to me. The special accessory dimension travel has her say that she can't help but poke the buttons on the bag because it's shaped like a Gameboy.

Not really a sign of anything per se, but there are quite a few item lines that involve her singing. The hair accessory guiding star has her sing "twinkle twinkle little star, on my hair and there you are". The headwear floating ducks has her singing the first part of the 5 little ducks song, and the handheld item magician's wand has her starting a song about a magic wand, after which she stops and laughs saying she can't help it. Very relatable to me

The handheld item light hand fan has her talk about how she tried to learn embroidery, but gave up because she had trouble organizing the spools of thread. This tells me she wants things to be organized but had trouble actually keeping things that way, which is really relatable to me. Comorbid autism and ADHD struggles

Okay I'm gonna post more of this tomorrow, I've had it in my drafts all day and I want people to see it now, so you get like a portion of this. Mostly I just want to talk about blorbo from my app

#shining nikki #actually autistic #actually adhd #Nikki my beloved

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sideshow-tornado · 5 months

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Saturday morning I drove up to Waco to have a very nice breakfast with my Cousin Chris and his daughter Olivia, and my Aunt Mary. Mary was down from New York visiting for the holidays while my uncle Ken had to stay home. Chris lives in Dallas so Waco is a good halfway spot to meet up.

Good to see family that I don’t get to see that often, and little Olivia is such a sweet girl who already has me wrapped around her finger. We just played and played. Wore both of us out. Mary texted me a picture of her fast asleep within a few minutes of the drive home.

But since I was in Waco and never spent much time there I decided to check out a few places. Went to the Silos at Magnolia, a large shopping & activity center from the HGTV Fixer Upper folks Chip & Joanna. Never was a big fan of their show, but have to admit the place was quite nice. Great atmosphere, lots to see and do. Overpriced but nice products.

There was also a cool indoor food court a few blocks away that I had lunch at. Sampled some Parmesan Garlic Fried Chicken with cheese fries and Meatballs with marinara. Delicious 🤤

And I grabbed a Gingerbread Cheesecake from Austin’s very own Tiny Pies as a dessert before heading home.

#umm me i guess #waco texas #magnolia silos

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artificialgrinder · 1 year

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THE DARK SEEPING IN (BRATZ FASHION PIXIEZ REIMAGINING) CH. 4

As days pass by, Breeana watches her sister closely, observing the obvious shift in behaviour, in order to figure out its cause.

AN: Nope! I haven't forgotten about this! Just been super busy and not motivated at the same time. But here we are! Chapter 4!

Should I make a Spotify playlist for this?

Plot twist; Cymbeline wasn't in the house when Breeana returned. Well, not exactly.

After sending two panicked texts, she received a reply.

'By the pool?'

A quick look out the window proved the text to be true.

She was home, thank fuck.

But this wasn't the end of Cymbeline's weird changes.

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"Hey, Breeana!"

The youngest Devlin's attention was stolen from her current activity, bringing her back to the present – stuck in the cafeteria and sitting alone.

Here came Rob, the head of the school newspaper team.

"We're recruiting for the journalists guild. You want to join?" He smiled brightly.

She shook her head, knowing she should just say yes and overcome her social anxiety.

But Rob nodded, his smile dropping. He was sweet but knew her struggles. Breeana knew he could see it practically radiating off of her. Even walking the corridors, people hushed up when they passed her by like they knew they were doing her a favour.

Maybe Rob heard she was at Nevra's party, which wrongfully could have been interpreted as the girl coming out of her shell.

When the boy walked away, Breeana went back to what she was doing beforehand – watching Cymbeline from afar.

Her older sister was where she usually was at this hour, sitting with Cloe, Yasmin, Jade and Sasha at the far end of the cafeteria. And yet, it was obvious something wasn't right.

"I could kick her ass, guys. I could fucking kick her ass!" Cymbeline boasted, her voice the loudest in the whole room.

Since when did Cymbeline fight girls? And who was she going to fight? And why?

The girl wasn't one to be quiet, but she was never the loudest of the group either. Right now, however, she was commanding everyone's attention, practically the leader of the group.

"Nah, I want lip fillers. Don't you? Can we all get lip fillers?" Cymbeline continued with her outlandish statements.

Breeana furrowed her brows. One could say this was nothing to worry about – just another case of a girl growing up.

But days kept passing by, and Cymbeline would further prove she was shifting. Initially, she would be kind enough to nod at Breeana when passing her in the corridors.

But then she'd just straight up ignore her existence.

"I waved at you earlier," Breeana said one night, passing Cymbeline's room, "I don't think you saw me."

In what way was this a normal conversation? Especially for the Devlins.

"Sorry," Cymbeline said, not very apologetically, "was deep in thought."

And Breeana was dumb enough to convince herself that this was the truth. The next day, when she waved at Cymbeline, the bitch missed it again.

Yet, it didn't stop her from responding to others.

"Hey, Cymbeline." Dana greeted her in passing.

"Sup, you bitch?" Cymbeline replied.

"What's the theme for the Magnolia Ball? I need to find an outfit," Meygan approached, momentarily stopping in front of Cymbeline.

"No idea." Cymbeline brushed past her.

"How are preparations for the ball going, Cym'?" Someone else asked.

"Good."

"What is going on with you?" Breeana whispered to herself, watching as Cymbeline chilled out with her friends, all five of them laying on the gymnasium floor, their heads connected in the centre of the circle, whilst the youngest Devlin busted her ass to raise funds for the ball.

"The bitch is just straight up throwing you to the wolves, Bree'," Nevra joked, browsing the many bits and bobs for sale. Most of the items were handmade – hair accessories, bookmarks, bracelets, cupcakes, pretty much a bit of everything.

"Haha, yeah," Breeana only acknowledged her customer momentarily.

"Well, you're doing a good job, honey," Nevra selected a bookmark, the one that Cymbeline worked on the most – a sun goddess surrounded by clouds of gold glitter, wings stretched out at either side of her. "Maybe this will motivate me to finish the book I'm on right now."

"Nice." Breeana nodded, taking Nevra's money.

"House of Hollow." Nevra replied, almost as if prompting a better response, "Do you read?"

"Sometimes." Breeana counted the change.

"You should read House of Hollow. It's just… it's so sick."

"Mmm."

And Nevra accepted defeat, taking her change, her new bookmark and joining her friends at the far end of the room.

Before Breeana could go back to discreetly watching her sister with her friends, two more customers approached the table.

"Oh, wow! Like, how cute," Kaycee cooed, a hint of insincerity in her voice, her twin following behind.

"Thanks. We tried our best," Breeana rubbed her hands together, feeling like she was in the presence of a celebrity. It wasn't like this at Nevra's party. But since investing so much time on the Tweevils fucking YouTube channel…

"Oh, don't be nervous. Bow down and worship us, and you'll be safe, sweet child."

Okay, they didn't actually just say that, but if they had, Breeana would've grovelled.

"Needs more pink," is what Kaycee actually said.

"Sorry," Breeana flushed, "most of it was made by Cymbeline. And she kinda avoids pink. Christ, even dying my hair, she thought she'd never get the pink stains out from her fingernails."

Was this how normal people talked?

"Throw some magenta in there, like, next time, and we'll give you money," Kaycee said as if Breeana had just missed out on a huge business move.

The younger girl only nodded, watching the twins walk away.

"Hey, what are you brats doing just laying on the dirty floor?" Kaycee called to Cymbeline's group, stepping up to them like they were about to battle.

"Shut up, bitch. Why don't you come down and join us?" Sasha flipped them off.

"And did you just call us 'brats'? What is this, the sandbox?" Jade added, holding up a questioning hand.

"Feel blessed," Kaycee answered, taking her place on the ground, her sister by her side.

"Oh, wow. We're so humbled." Cloe retorted, playing with Yasmin's hair.

"Thanks for going out of your way to join us," Yasmin giggled.

"Enough of the childish shit," Cymbeline took over, drawing Breeana's attention again, "Did you bitches buy anything from the stall."

"Ugh, no? Since you're so clearly pinkophobic," Kaycee bitched.

"Oh, how could we forget? Kirstee and Kaycee need their bath water to be pink, their gin to be pink, they only smoke pink lemonade elf bars!" Jade teased.

"But, like, pink is everything," Kaycee blew a kiss to her.

"God, Kirstee, you've never been so quiet. You haven't said a word since you walked in," Cymbeline leaned up on her elbows, observing the twin.

"Yeah, what's up, girl?" Sasha asked.

Kaycee hushed up now, her eyes darting to her twin, almost as if she was ready to protect her with her life.

"I'm just…." With the first words from Kirstee's mouth came a crack, "I'm pissed. I'm guessing you guys heard that I, you know…got with Zach at Nevra's party."

"Yeah. But only 'cause you told Jade, and Jade told us," Cloe replied, "Not in a gossipy way, like just a recap on the party."

"Honestly, that level of gossip I couldn't give a fuck about right now," Kirstee played with the hem of her pink blouse. "Basically…" she let out a shaking breath, "Zach kind of, like…he kinda recording the whole thing. And…fuck, he's been showing his friends, I guess."

"What?" Cymbeline was up on her knees now, face already scrunched up.

Having been tuning in, Breeana knew what was coming.

"Yeah," Kirstee sighed hopelessly, "For a few days, they kept catcalling me, like, what year are we living in? God, at least Bryce had the decency to tell me about it."

"Jesus Christ." Cloe cussed, also sitting up along with her friends.

"Girl, that's illegal. You should go to the police," Sasha added.

"Yeah, for real! That's…God, that's insane," Yasmin pleaded.

"What's the point? His whole squad has already seen it. And by the end of the week, maybe the whole school." And Kirstee's eyes glistened, Kaycee, wrapping her arms around her sister.

"Well, fuck him. If - If the whole school does see it, we got your back, bitch," Sasha tried her best. "Every girl in this school got your back."

"I mean, thanks. But," Kirstee glimpsed up at Sasha, "that won't take away from the fact that everyone will have seen it."

No, it wouldn't. And that didn't sit right with one of the group members.

Cymbeline had mostly been silent for this last part of the conversation. But even from her stall, Breeana could see how her sister's fist clenched, and knuckles turned white.

"Cymbeline, you alright?"

"Hm?" The girl in question turned her attention away from her lunch tray and to Cloe.

"I said, 'Are you alright'? You've been really quiet since the fundraiser," Cloe spoke quietly, leaning close to Cymbeline.

The redhead let her gaze flicker away momentarily, hoping no one else was part of this questioning. Her three other friends were busy chattering to the Tweevils, trying to distract Kirstee from her panic.

She liked this, girls coming together to help each other. Sad that it had to be under these circumstances, however.

Looking back at Cloe, Cymbeline flipped her hair over her shoulder, saying, "I'm good, girl. Just can't remember if I did chemistry homework."

"It's not due today. Don't worry about it," Cloe rubbed her friend's shoulder, "but also, please don't forget about it."

"I won't," Cymbeline only murmured, playing with the mashed potato on her plate.

Cloe blinked, sensing the insincerity. But she said, "Okay, good," before letting her gaze trail away. That's when they landed on Breeana, the youngest Devlin, sitting alone at the opposite end of the cafeteria. She quickly looked away, making it obvious she had been watching the girls.

But Cloe didn't find it weird. Her heart went out to Breeana. The girl had so many options for friends around her but never made an effort.

"Hey, Bree'!" Cloe called out.

The younger Devlin looked up from her food, her stomach dropping. She could see how Cymbeline's eyes widened.

"C'mere!" Cloe beckoned Breeana over with the wave of her hand.

Breeana could have shaken her head and rejected the offer. But this was her chance, an open invitation to get a closer look at Cymbeline in the hopes she could figure out what the fuck was going on with her.

So she stood, taking her tray with her and making her way over to the table.

Kaycee shimmied over, creating room for the younger girl. "Seriously, Breeana, if you just, like, put some pink glitter over your eyes, it would match the streaks."

"Absolutely," Breeana sat down, knowing she was under this bitch's spell and would take any advice she had to offer.

"Pink - pink - of course, fucking pink," Jade rolled her eyes. "Nah, bitch. I'm calling it; after Summer, Breeana's gonna be goth as fuck."

"Ew." Kirstee scrunched her nose.

"Shut up." Jade rolled her eyes. "I could be your mentor, Breeana."

"God, you're all freaking her out. Let the girl be who she wants to be," Sasha put her two cents in.

"I'm not freaked out," Breeana tried to sound as convincing as possible. Even though these were Cymbeline's best friends, she was always in awe of them.

"Yeah. She's good," Cymbeline addressed her friends, "She's not a baby. So stop with the condescending shit, okay?" She then winked at Breeana, the only sign of the real Cymbeline she had seen in a while.

But that's where it ended. Over the next ten minutes, Cymbeline was much more focused on her food, taking her time as she worked through all the food. By the time she had finished, it had most likely turned cold. The other girls at the table talked shit about the most mundane subjects – who they were rooting for in the latest season of RuPaul's Drag Race, what vibe they were going for the Magnolia Ball, the price of Joji tickets…

And yet, Cymbeline remained silent through all of this.

The brewing anxiety bubbling within Breeana was only getting worse. She occasionally nodded, pretending to be part of this conversation going on around her. But her sole focus was on Cymbeline.

"Nah, I'm, like, not really a fan of any of them," Kaycee's voice briefly tore Breeana's attention away. "Out of the whole franchise, I gotta say I love Trixie Mattel…" she began counting off on her fingers.

"Of course," Jade nodded, trying to suppress her smirk.

“...Farrah Moan…Courtney Act…Miz Cracker…”

Sasha took over the counting, "And Willam and Pearl and Plastique Tiara and - -"

"Basically, any bitch that resembles Barbie." Yasmin flipped her hair over her shoulder.

"Look. What's with the hostility towards Barbie?" Kirstee interrogated. "Also, I think it's worth mentioning that Trixie Mattel is a saint."

"Like, yeah, we met her," Kaycee added, nodding.

"She liked my silky pink bag. The one with the pearl handle."

"Yeah, and she called me a baby prostitute."

The girls erupted into laughter.

All except Breeana and Cymbeline.

The older of the two wasn't much focused on her food anymore. More the group of jocks a few tables down from their own.

Among this group was the tool himself, Zach.

His boys were pumping him up, staring over his shoulder at something on his phone. The video, maybe?

The thought made Breeana want to throw up.

Cymbeline was squeezing her fist again, her hand shaking.

And that just made the youngest Devlin feel even more anxious.

Then along came Miss. Watson, the gym teacher, summoning Zach's presence.

Breeana's eyes followed him as he got up from his table and left with the teacher. They didn't exit the cafeteria, however, standing more in the middle of the place and murmuring.

From how she put her hand on Zach's shoulder, how she smiled, and how he smiled, she was probably pumping him up too. Miss. Watson was probably talking about his latest Soccer match and how he was definitely getting that scholarship they swore he would earn, utterly oblivious to his crime, to what he did to Kirstee.

To what he was doing to Kirstee.

He didn't deserve praise. Nor a damn scholarship.

Cymbeline kept staring, the rage practically radiating from her.

Even though this seemed on brand for her, Breeana knew this wasn't good.

A delighted scream erupted throughout the cafeteria. The youngest Devlin's gaze flew back to Zach.

The boy was still standing before Miss. Watson. Only now, his pants were on the ground, gathered at his ankles, along with his underwear.

Everyone was laughing. Zach attempted to pull his clothes back up. Miss. Watson was covering her eyes from seeing his lower half.

The place had gone up into total utter chaos in a matter of seconds.

"Shut up!" Zach roared at everyone around him, struggling to pull his pants up. It was as if the articles of clothing had turned to stone. "Shut the fuck up!"

Miss. Watson removed her jacket, giving it to Zach to hide his decency. Not that it mattered. The damage was done. Everyone cackled at the sight of his bare lower half.

"Dude, he really just exposed himself to Miss. W!" One student taunted.

"Everybody, settle down!" Miss. Watson barked.

But it was futile.

Breeana just stared as Zach's face turned beetroot red.

The girls around her were living for this, especially Kirstee. This should have been justice. This should have been the part Breeana celebrated with the wronged twin.

But turning her attention to Cymbeline, she knew she wasn't wrong for the sinking feeling deep within.

Cymbeline only smiled, no laughter.

Even though it was easy to read, never had Breeana seen a smile so devious on her sister's face.

A smile so wicked.

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"That was you, wasn't it?"

Upon walking into the school bathroom, Cymbeline hadn't expected to see Breeana already waiting for her, as if the younger girl knew she was coming.

She was leaning against the far wall, arms folded across her chest.

Cymbeline marched straight for the mirror, retrieving some lip gloss from her bag. "How could it have been me? I was at the table with you. He was over with his boys."

"Don't play dumb, Cym'." Breeana unfolded her arms, bravely stepping up to her sister. "You know how."

"Then why are you asking?" Cymbeline didn't even look at Breeana, only back at her flawless reflection as she added a new layer of gloss.

"Cymbeline…you know the rules. We can't… We're not allowed to - -"

Fuck. The tough exterior was shattering.

And Cymbeline could smell it. A smile crept its way onto her face. "Listen, Breeana. If you wanna lecture me, maybe take more time practising in the mirror first."

Breeana blinked frequently, "But, I…Cymbeline, you - -"

"We'll talk at home." And Cymbeline whirled away from her reflection, flashing a sweet yet fake smile to her sister and leaving the bathroom.

One could say Breeana couldn't wait to get home.

But did the talk even happen?

She knocked on her sister's bedroom door once, only to get no answer. And then she tried again, finding Cymbeline lounging on her bed, airpods in her ears.

And the third time…well, Cymbeline only shot a pointed look at her.

"I-I just wanted to say goodnight," Breeana stammered, standing in the dark hall and peering into Cymbeline's dimly lit room.

"Okay." Cymbeline nodded, dragging her ass to bed.

Of course, they were never going to have the conversation.

Maybe it was for the better. After all, Breeana was exhausted, what with Cymbeline still sneaking out since that first night. The younger of the two couldn't bring herself to sleep knowing her sister was out somewhere – most likely in those woods doing God knows what.

Initially, it was believable that Cymbeline was only going out for a smoke and fancied a nightly stroll while at it.

But as it went on and on, becoming part of the older Devlin's routine, the stench of bullshit became more apparent.

And lying in bed that night, after the stunt in the cafeteria…

As exhausted as Breeana was…

Her curiosity got the better of her.

She heard the tip-toeing on the opposite side of her door, the barely audible steps down the stairs, and the front door opening.

Breeana couldn't take it anymore.

She sat up in her bed and followed Cymbeline. She followed Cymbeline into the forest, her footsteps carefully placed, barely making a sound.

From a distance, not once did she see her dear sister spark up a cigarette. Cymbeline just kept walking.

On and on…

Until she came to the cliff…

Breeana watched from behind her hiding place – a great oak tree – spectating as Cymbeline stared straight ahead, a good distance from the cliff's edge.

Until she started running…then sprinting…

Towards the edge.

Breeana's heart was hammering, too shocked to even move.

Too shocked to stop her sister from diving off.

And Cymbeline did it.

She dove off the cliff…

#bratz fashion pixiez #bratz #bratz fanfic #bratz fanfiction #bratz breeana #bratz cymbeline #bratz lina

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maxwellbymoonlight · 1 year

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Setting: Outside Green Valley Public Library, after sunset

Perhaps this wasn't as temporary of a visit as he originally hoped, for Maxwell had a surprisingly long list of things he needed to do over the next few days. Not the least of them, to tuck himself in at the library for a good few hours and pore over every text he could find relating to green magic. Many of those texts, he'd probably already visited in his youth - a much more active reader back then - but this was not the time for aimless curiosity. He needed something specific. Visiting the magnolia tree at his family home only shouldered him with more questions. If anything like this had happened before - and been documented - he desperately wanted to know.

So he marched his way into town proper, impulsively stopping at Flory's along the way for a sticky bun and a small box of petit fours for his mother. He couldn't believe the shop had announced it would soon close its doors. The dear little bakery had been a staple of Albion for as long as he could remember - the place to go for birthdays and other little things worth celebrating with a sweet treat.

However, he realized his error when he reached the door to the library. It wouldn't be a good idea to take them inside - there was probably a rule against it. Even if not, he would probably make a stain on some hundred-year-old tome, which he did not wish to add to his list of accomplishments. He could try to scarf down the bun, but still what of his mother's package?

After a bit of pacing, he sat down on an overturned barrel - then stood back up when he noticed someone walking past.

"Excuse me. I have a small request." He bit his tongue to keep from overexplaining, in case he scared them off. Or maybe out of embarrassment.

#[ open starter ]#not sure what kind of food policies libraries had in the 20s but we'll roll with it #if nothing else we can chalk it up to max overthinking as usual

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insecateur · 1 year

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I call this the bathroom hookup universe inspired me and I am too ashamed to send this off anon, yes I HC professor Rowans first name is Oskar

Friday night in Sandgem. Usually Professor Oskar Rowan would still be busy or would be winding down by reading stories from his personal secret stash. Lucas was out of town on vacation, and the silence of the lab was only occasionally by the soft sound of Kricketot.

Oskar was already bored out of his mind.

'Maybe I can talk to Charon' before remembering he broke off with him, joined a terrorist organization, and was now in jail. So he was probably not willing to talk.

'Maybe text Samuel or Magnolia' as his brain quickly shut down that idea, no he did not, and he has never thought about them.

Maybe talk to one of his previous flings who had all somehow gotten his phone number? Although most of them did not even live in his same time zone, they might be having gym duties, or school or tending a garden.

As he opened Swablutter he got an ad for a bar in Jubilife. 'LAST FRIDAY MADNESS, GET 4 DRINKS FOR THE PRICE OF TWO, SPECIAL OF THE DAY IS THE MUZZARELLA COCK WAFFLE, COME ON DOWN TO THE URSARING CAVE'

Maybe he could have something sweet and fruity for tonight.

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Oskar arrived at the Ursaring Cave pretty soon, and sat down on the bar, asking for a Blue Margarita.

From across the bar he heard a voice "Alone on a Friday night?"

He turned to look. A young man with blue hair, a white flat cap and a V-Neck Liepard print shirt looked at him and gave a little smirk.

"Maybe I'm just here for business" Oskar said as the young man moved closer.

"What business would a renowned Pokemon professor have at a gay bar?" The twink said as he took a long, uninterrupted sip from his cocktail until he finished the drink, never taking his eyes off Oskar.

"Hmm… Let's see… I used to be a regular here a long time ago, I needed to make sure the quality was still good"

"Does it still hold up?" The young man said inching closer.

"Maybe I need help determining that" Oskar said as his hand brushed against the young man's.

"We should discuss this somewhere private Professor" He practically purred as he got up.

"My name is Proton. Care to come with me?"

anon thank you for this gift. proton should get to fuck that old man

(oskar is a good name! when i was brainstorming names for him i settled on sven bc nana (like nanakamado) can mean seven lol. never had any occasion to use it so far tho. i like knowing people's name headcanons, it's nice)

#la réponse d #for now i won't tag this but if i get more askbox ficlets maybe i'll come up with a tag #askbox ficlet

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libbystcwart · 2 years

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MEET LIBBY STEWART!

Works at Polished Brass Market. Aspiring interior designer. Loves boutiques, small towns, and southern accents.

HER BIOGRAPHY!

As long as you’re someone who says pecan right, likes pet names, and ignores Libby stealing your fries – you’ll get along with her just fine. She’s a pretty laid back gal who enjoys movie nights with her friends, hanging out on her front porch swing, and listening to her favorite music.

HER PINTEREST!

HER CONNECTIONS!

HER HOUSE!

HER TINDER!

HER STATS!

BASICS

FULL NAME: elizabeth ‘libby’ marie stewart

NICKNAME: libby. you could call her any other variation of elizabeth, but she won’t respond.

GENDER: cis woman, she/her pronouns

DATE OF BIRTH: november 23, 1988

AGE: 34

HOMETOWN: thomasville, georgia

OCCUPATION: antique picker for the polished brass market, aspiring interior designer

RELIGION: christian, non practicing

ETHNICITY: white

LOCATION: merrock, maine

HOUSING: lives in a farmhouse that she fixed up in the rural countryside

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS

MOTHER: daisy stewart (momma)

MOTHER: robin stewart (ma)

SIBLINGS

BROTHER: benjamin stewart

SISTER: mallory stewart

SISTER: kallie stewart

CHILDREN: freida rose, deceased

OTHER FAMILY: tons of extended family

PETS: ruby, her dog. bacon, her pig. slim jim, her cat.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single

CURRENT PARTNER: none

PAST PARTNERS: lincoln scott, ex husband

PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: loving, artistic, adventurous, motivating, intuitive, helpful, charismatic, loyal, generous, affectionate, compassionate, protective, resourceful, expressive.

NEGATIVE TRAITS: meddlesome, impatient, stubborn, opinionated, self-destructive, absent-minded, fickle, mischievous, self-doubting, spontaneous, guarded, cynical, faithless.

THINK OF: jess day (new girl), lorelai gilmore (gilmore girls), chandler bing (friends), leslie knope (parks and rec)

FAVORITE MOVIE: steel magnolias

FAVORITE SONG: light on by maggie rogers

FAVORITE EMOJI: 🙈

FAVORITE ANIMAL: bunnies

FAVORITE PERSON: her brother, benjamin

FAVORITE HOBBIES: scrolling through the missed connections page in craigslist, spending time looking through flea markets, learning how to fix a car herself so she doesn’t have to go to a mechanic, maybe secretly learning new dallas cowboys cheerleader dance routines from youtube videos in her bedroom when no one is watching?

LIKES: rainstorms, fireworks, poetry, small towns, dancing, photography, dogs, chocolate ice cream, flea markets, fresh flowers, taylor swift, candles, hanging out with friends, being extremely productive, sunsets, homemade meals, milkshakes, old movies, instagram, bubble baths, winning bets (and winning in general), cats, freshly baked pastries, getting her hair done, red wine, post-it notes, colorful pens, decorative pillows, road trips, animal prints, shopping, pinterest, magnolias, sunglasses, lana del rey, charm bracelets, citrus scents, being wrapped in a blanket, dipping french fries in ice cream, filled sketchbooks, cinnamon toast, braids, sleeping, long drives, clothes fresh out of the dryer, karaoke, thrift stores, long car rides, listening to the same album over and over again, big smiles, golden hour, the smell of coffee, fields of grass, fixer uppers, polaroids, blanket forts, southern accents, and worn out paperback books.

DISLIKES: cold weather, friends who don’t text back, conservative people, sweet potatoes, spiders, heavy conversations, change she can’t control, public speaking, putting sheets on a bed, hospitals, being told to calm down, wet socks, axe spray, math, therapists, being the center of attention, hearing people cough or sneeze, being awake before the sun rises, cemeteries, sitting in traffic, people who don’t say please and thank you, public restooms, loud sirens, big insects, golf, dating apps, dirty sheets, needles, feeling overwhelmed.

FUN FACTS ABOUT HER

She’s impatient, which stems from her being a very prompt person. If she expects something within a certain amount of time, she’ll be on the person to get it to her by then or will throw more or less of a fit. It’s a terrible way to be, especially now that she’s an adult, but she’s trying to shake herself out of it.

Ever since she was a little girl, Libby had a taste for theatrics. She was always spinning stories and telling them in an over-dramatic way. Her knack for exaggerating things often got her called a drama queen, but she didn’t mind. In her head, it was better than being boring. She was involved in theater when she was in school and played the lead once.

If she’s not working on a project then she’s most likely at home and just chilling in her room. She’s a homebody, so she’s usually laying on her bed with Fleetwood Mac in the background. You can also find her rummaging through things at flea markets or thrift stores. She likes hanging out and volunteering at animal shelters, too.

She naturally helps anyone that’s in need. She listens and makes sure people feel heard. Despite however many projects she is working on or how many things she’s worried about, if a friend needs her, she is able to turn off everything else and give them her full attention. And without a doubt, she puts everyone else before herself – almost to a fault. Or to a fault, you decide. It doesn’t matter if you’re her best friend or a stranger. Libby takes it upon herself to take care of everyone around her before even starting to think about what she needs. Her mom, Daisy, has always said she’s been that way.

When it comes to packing for a trip, Libby has a tendency to overpack. It isn’t out of a superfluous nature, either. Simply, her mind will wander and rationalize each and every item that gets put into her suitcase – even if the situation imagined is highly unlikely. “You never know,” she’ll say.

If we’re being honest, she’s not too fussed about how she looks. She always has soft and simple makeup, usually going for a more natural look. Libby’s hair is typically kept about past shoulder length and is blonde, as seen here. She’s been a blonde since high school. Her natural hair color is brown. she loves to play with braids, headbands, and updos. She has recently chopped her hair and added some bangs. However, she can be a bit insecure so she’ll hide behind the security blanket that is her hair. for her style, even when she was young, she knew she loved wearing flowers and dresses, so her outfits mostly consists of such. She’s just not one to spend an hour doing her makeup or hair, just because it takes up too much of her time.

In theory, Libby wants to be the type of person that’s friends with everyone. In reality, that’s a lot more difficult than it seems. Because of her past, she’s guarded and doesn’t let people in easily, so while she can be nice to someone she just met, she’s going to hold everyone at arm’s length unless they can worm their way into her heart. I’d like to think she has a tight knit group of friends that are like her ride or die and she’s lucky they put up with her, but other than that, I’m going to say there’s not a lot of close friends but she’d definitely have a lot of acquaintances and she’d make an effort to get to know people because she’s curious. Or just nosy, but same thing.

PLOTTING FOR LIBBY!

An approximate timeline for Libby!

From birth to age 23: spent her life in Thomasville, Georgia

From 23 to 26: Boston, Massachusetts - attended MASSArt

From age 26 to present: Merrock, Maine

All of the friends. She has been in Merrock for years now and Libby likes being surrounded by good company. For that reason, she’s done a fairly good job with making herself a collection of friends since she got here. Libby’s nothing short of a handful, but she’s an honest sort with a pretty big heart who enjoys making others happy (or at least getting them to laugh). She can be everywhere at once when it comes to the company that she keeps, and because of that she probably doesn’t have many particularly close friends, but instead a large pool of friends or at least people she enjoys spending her time with (whether they feel the same about her or not).

While she can sometimes be a tad too intrusive, she rarely shares much about herself that she considers too 'heavy’. The kind of person that would suggest waving away issues instead of confronting them (or just jumping in headfirst without much thought), she’s probably not the best person to go to for solid advice but she does a good enough job of making those she cares about feel better, even if it’s only for a little while.

Surprisingly not that big on the party scene, but she does frequent such spaces since she likes having the company around, so she’s probably gathered a fair amount of party friends during her stay here.

Beware of Libby when she’s in a mood. She’s prone to jealousy, and is prickly when she feels that her freedom is being impeded upon. She hates to be told what to do and so anyone who tries will be met with her wicked temper. She can be quite aggressive and stubborn, which makes her a nightmare during arguments. She doesn’t know when to give up.

Complicated doesn’t even begin to cut what the love department has become for her. Outside of going on dates here and there and maybe one or two short-lived flings, Libby hasn’t really had too much of a love life since she moved to Merrock. While she’s always loved Lincoln, they’ve been separated for years now. She’d been hoping that Lincoln would follow her to Merrock to work out their differences. Lincoln’s her childhood love and high school sweetheart. They didn’t get together until high school, but he was her first kiss (a dare when she was eight) and pretty much first everything – including heartbreak. Truth is, she left him because they had too many issues and she pretty much gave up on them. Her need to leave Thomasville took over and he seemed to not want to leave their little town. She hasn’t had the heart to sign divorce papers, even though she knows she should. Now she’s planning on settling down again, but doesn’t know if it’ll be with her first love or someone new.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

IF YOU GO DOWN, I’M GOING’ DOWN TOO! - I would love for Libby to have a ride or die best friend in Merrock. Someone who she can confide in, who knows her deepest secrets, and her past. - LIVVY HARTMAN

YOU’RE DRUNK, GO HOME! - Became friends after a creep at the bar tried to make a move on one of them. They really didn’t get along before then for whatever reason, but became closer after that encounter.

YOUNGER SIBLING TYPE FRIENDSHIP - Basically a younger sibling to Libby. Someone who Libby is very protective of, and treats them as if they are family even if they aren’t.

WORKOUT BUDS - Libby is a huge fan of cycling and pilates. It helps her ease her mind if she’s had a busy week or if she’s been feeling her grief a little too much.

BAD BLOOD - For whatever reason, they absolutely cannot stand each other.

GOOD INFLUENCE - Someone that is a positive asset to her life. someone who helps her make the right decisions.

BAD INFLUENCE - They can convince her to do make poor decisions, and let loose a little too much, but they care for each other.

IN DISTRESS - They live right down the road from each other and whenever they need something, they’ll call each other.

YIN-YANG - They’re each other’s total opposite but they encourage and balance each other out.

LOVE/HATE - They’re friends who get along, usually. Sometimes they’ll yell and fight but they typically always make up.

FLIRTATIONSHIP - They flirt a lot and maybe something could happen between them, but above all else, they really care for each other.

HOOKUP - While they get on just fine, they do spend an awful lot of time together at night and are two attractive people who can get bored.

EXES WHO ENDED ON BAD TERMS - They dated or were at least seeing each other at one point in time, but their relationship ended awfully because of something. Maybe because they found out Libby was still legally married? Who knows, we could always plot something out!

HER ESTRANGED HUSBAND, LINCOLN SCOTT - So, I’m definitely going to create a wanted connection for this once I get more settled in, but I’d really like to request Libby’s estranged husband. They were high school sweethearts who became teen parents. I’m sure there were periods of time where they were broken up or on a break (cue Ross Gellar screaming) that she canoodled with some other people, and now that they’ve been separated for quite some time, no doubt there has been some hookups and flings. She still loves her husband and wants to make it work, but she’s also a realist and knows that it might not happen. She’s at the stage where she needs to figure out if she needs to reach out to him or just move on from him completely.

#hc • i can change everything about me to fit in.

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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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