#i got some rose lavender chamomile (i think) tea

[selescope]

tea 🩷🙏🥰💕❤️

#i got some rose lavender chamomile (i think) tea #ough #it’s so good #simple joys

[idololivine]

TEA CARNIVAL

from the view of the herbalist biased tea drinker, for ur consideration yakumo: the 1st thought i had was of some gentle white tea like White Peony bc of the whole "minimally processed, pretty mild, a lil flowery and please dont subject it to extreme temperatures lol" but then i slapped the honeymoon eyes off my face and tried to think deeper bc genmaicha ALSO makes sense and wouldn't yakumo be like. a more common tea like that. something that is generally inoffensive and pairs well with food? some nuts or grains for that extra level of nourishment? ? then i went spiralling out of control and was like WHY NOT MUSHROOM TEA TOO??? do he got the range?? (i'm stopping myself now bc making decisions is Pain)

edmond: big agree. earl grey with heavy cream and 53 sugars. would u like some tea with your sugar

olivine: i can def see chamomile. olivine seems like the tea that would be comforting across multiple cultures. like the upset tummy tea u reach for in times of mild distress. stuff like valerian root, chamomile, chrysanthemum... that whole class of sleepytime teas. maybe some ginger sometimes for um. digestive and anti-inflammatory reasons, obviously. it's not bc olivine is secretly spicy . or anything like that. for some reason i can't associate one group of common sleepytime teas (mint, lemon balm etc.) with olivine very well. i may just be haunted by the aggressive behaviour of mint family in IRL gardens 😂 and i;m like "olivine would never destroy everything in his path and take everyone else's resources just so he could live" but that ventures outside the tea classification and into the plant/garden classification so uhhhh bye

quincy: i defer to everyone else bc i rly know nothing of him in comparison. for some reason i instantly thought of yerba mate, which i didn't like originally bc it tasted like dirt LOL but then the stealth caffeine came at me with a folding chair when i least expected ,so . i dont think that's very quincy of it. violent bursts of energy and all

kuya: nods along with hojicha bc i also don't know as much of kuya. at first i thought that kuya would have to be some rare type of tea that was also super finicky so if u messed up the prep at any point, the drink would be unpalatable. i thought back to my early days of dealing with matcha, when info was not readily accessible. u think "how could anyone like this???" but rly u just botched it and it's too expensive for u to try making more. and now that ppl KNOW how to deal with it, they put it on everything. desserts, foods u never thought of. it's prolific. but the innate matcha-snobbery instilled within me gives it that hoity-toity aura (flashback: only use the HIGHEST QUALITY MATCHA IMPORTED FROM THIS REGION AT THIS TIME AT THIS ALTITUDE or else u are TRASH) for some reason, add butterfly pea flowers to whatever tea infusion kuya may end up being. the flowers themselves dont taste like much but the PURPLE and BLUE of it all!!!!

morvay: THIS was the man that i was like. his is a tea that must always be served with milk. something heavily spiced. Something so weighty and filling that if u drink it, u won't be able to drink anything else for the rest of the day. something like masala chai, served in an industrial sized pot, with 4x the black pepper.

aster: i struggled with him bc he is a tea connoisseur but does that mean he's a snob about adding milk to his tea? for the sake of being opposite to morv, i just assume he's some purely water tea. Something simple with history like lapsang souchong? Or maybe he likes light flowery drinks like Rose or Lavender on his whimsical days.

garu: once again i was trying to search my brain for a tea that could taste drastically different depending on how u prepared it. like it could be super sweet and mellow if brewed at 185 but it's bitter and punchy at hothothot. i couldn't think of a specific one. personal experience however is dandelion. ppl sleep on dandelion. i had a low-processed dandelion tea for a while that i rly liked bc it was grassy like green tea but also kinda warming and smoky without any caffeine. but.... then i tried a Roasted dandelion tea at my friend's house and it tasted nothing like mine. was it trying to be coffee? idk. but now i have extra respect for dandelions. they feed bees, they're resilient as heck, and they get an unnecessarily bad rep

dante: for some reason a drink called Qishr came to mind, but that one kinda bridges coffee and tea. i remember reading about it, thinking :"oh! spiced coffee husks! maybe it'll be like a mild coffee" then i drank it and thought "this is way mellower than i thought it would be. it barely tastes like coffee. it tastes more like.... spiced tea. cardamom. cinnamon. ginger. huh. weirdly comforting." but once again i shook the cobwebs from my floaty mind and went "no!! we are talking tea! not tea inbetweens! maybe!! also, dante is the OPPOSITE of mellow!!!" so. ultimately, a strong black tea. something like rize.

blade: this bot is fruity. at least, nowadays he is. i want him to be those ridiculous tea blends with the silly images on the canisters and sleek fonts. maybe in the Rusted Nation days he would be a more ominous solemn tea. but now, i imagine iced tea infusions perfect for your summer party with the little flamingo inflatables. passionfruit! hibiscus! honey! berries! ...pineapple? coconut???

rei: ok, excellent point brought up about the servability both hot and cold... and that brain never turns off so he needs his caffeine... maybe something that is easily toxic or unhealthy in moderate doses. this goes out of my personal experience so (rapidly ckalick clacks on the keyboard) the internet says something like comfrey or old school licorice tea. until i get more character knowledge on owlboy, he gets assigned monochrome and danger

eiden: boba. he is just bubble tea. all of it. every kind. the taiwanese origin is especially 👌 he's got.........texture, he's a funky lil guy, and was frequently unappreciated in his time bc the world was simply not ready for him. tsk. when times caught up to eiden however, he exploded onto the international stage and is now justifiably well-liked (i spin this tale completely from my own experience. bubble tea was just like a lowkey thing for half my life until. idk. something caught on. suddenly asian stuff cool? bubble tea super delicious? let's put a store on every corner? so it felt like boba was around for a while but at least ppl in the western zone didn't appreciate it until waaaay later. makes me wonder what would happen if a switch protag like eiden was introduced before DMMD. would he have been shunned? would he have been as well liked as today? WE JUST DONT KNOW)

my god tumblr really lets you send HUGE asks now. we live in the future

Yakumo: it's funny to me to see genmaicha be referred to as a more common tea because I live in Hong Kong and listen, I can walk into just about any tea shop and come away with armfuls of white tea. any Japanese tea I have to hunt down a more specialized vendor. but that's me and the reality of importing stuff.

I'm biased against fresh white teas also because I had a bag of shou mei and by god it was FLORAL. cloyingly floral. it actually made me feel a little ill. I had to cold brew the rest of it because I couldn't stand it otherwise (it was fucking delicious cold brewed though). I love a good aged white, but it also doesn't feel like a Yakumo Tea. he is a Young Man. a fragile maiden. I think a savory sort of green feels right for him - treat him delicately and you get a lot of depth and complexity. (I don't know anything about mushroom tea... I also don't actually drink that much green tea because I like teas that are a bit more idiot-proof.)

Edmond: I'm proud of the line "an egg short of being a pudding".

Olivine: sleepytime Olivine... a nice cup of herbal tea for when he's working late nights... add a little honey for sweetness...

i may just be haunted by the aggressive behaviour of mint family in IRL gardens 😂 and i;m like "olivine would never destroy everything in his path and take everyone else's resources just so he could live"

may I present to you chapter 4 of the main story. he did in fact try to do exactly that actually,

but I do think mint tea isn't Olivine because mint to me feels very "bright" and "lively" in flavor, if that makes sense. Olivine's more mild mannered. chamomile and ginger feel right.

Quincy: I've also not had yerba mate... my tea experiences are regionally limited because my region of the world has a fuckton of tea and I haven't even tried all my regional tea. but I think anything with a violent burst of caffeine is definitely not Quincy lol. some people swear that puer has lower caffeine content but I don't think that's scientifically true? anyway. caffeine aside I'm convinced that puer, specifically shou puer, is the Quincy category of tea because A) it's aged B) it tastes like dirt. and puer enthusiasts LIKE that it tastes like dirt. I don't have a lot of experience with puer either mostly because I was gifted a huge stash of oolong and I promised myself I'd make a dent in it before I bought any more tea, but now I have made that dent and I'm going to go shop for puer this weekend :>

Kuya: the extent of my experience with matcha is like, sushi restaurant matcha. you know when you dump some dark green power in a cup and add hot water and don't whisk it. yeah. but I think GOOD matcha has a fanciness to it that does fit Kuya! I initially thought hojicha because I like roasty tea and something darker felt right for Kuya. I've also had a Japanese oolong before and that also fits... rare. special. woody.

more puer propaganda: really old puer is EXPENSIVE. puer cakes from the 70s can sell for 20k+ USD. and also specifically young sheng puer can be bitter and astringent, but when aged it'll mellow out and become sweeter. it's like the wine of tea. Kuyacore tea.

I wonder what would happen if you add butterfly pea flowers to a darker tea. does it just become more brown...

Morvay: masala chai. yes. no notes.

Aster: he would be a tea snob, but he feels very Western snobby to me. this man is not sitting down to brew tea himself in a gaiwan, he's having it in a teapot with the best tiny cakes in the kingdom. Darjeeling all the way. he has Opinions about estates and flushes.

Garu: I agree with your assessment! I also have not tried dandelion tea! my mind goes to fresh white tea... sweet and floral with a gentler hand, very bold if you push it. maybe it's the specific white tea I had and how I brewed it, but it felt like the talk about white tea being super delicate was kind of overblown. you CAN push it, it'll just turn out in a way that might not be what you're looking for in a white tea.

Dante: maybe a Kenyan black tea... strong and brisk and no nonsense. can be tempered with milk. I'm vaguely tempted to also suggest rooibos, but I think that's purely because it's red. I'm not sure if rooibos is just always mild or if I've broken my sense of taste or if I'm brewing it wrong, but until I'm told otherwise I think rooibos isn't punchy enough for Dante.

Blade: yes, fruity iced tea. the silly flavored ones with fruit bits in them and turn out bright fucking red because there's ALWAYS hibiscus in them.

alternatively, Adagio has this user made blend called Cursed Tea that contains all the most controversial teas. lapsang. puer. hibiscus. bergamot. rooibos. rose. my friend said it tasted like bacon. it feels like a tea Blade would make.

Rei: I also don't know anything about licorice tea. I'm still on aged white because it's old and monochrome. there's vague claims about aged white tea having medicinal properties, but also, I just like it.

Eiden: yes, boba tea! Taiwanese and compatible with every kind of base tea. A+.

I've seen NuCa fans who are dead convinced that the game would be better if Eiden wasn't a switch. Even now some people are not ready to stop being boring... I would like to believe he would still be loved but. we just don't know............

#asks #fishnineo #fisheito #nu carnival #my posts #had a frustrating 1.5 hours in ffxiv just now I am very happy to talk about tea

[a-thousand-lives-lost-for-peace]

Parker Luciani Headcanons

been thinking WAY too much about this man recently, looks like I just got another hyperfixation about to last a while

Heavy dad energy, has a large collection of horrendous dad jokes that he tends to pull out at any time, and nobody is safe.

Tries to DIY everything, has a workshop of his own situated inside his garage.

Type of guy to sleep till the afternoon and not move a muscle, unless he absolutely has to wake up earlier.

Love language is both physical touch and gift-giving; he’ll often go and buy small gifts for his friends at any time, and often takes them out for food, always insisting on paying every time.

Gives the best hugs, teddy bear kinda energy. Will always embrace a friend after meeting them.

Speaks fluent Italian and English.

Absolutely amazing cook. Absolutely loves cooking for his friends and family; if you come over to his house you’re getting fed before you leave and with stuff to take home too.

Has a tattoo of an anchor on his upper right arm.

Likes the bitter taste of herbs, will often chew on a basil or an oregano leaf while he’s cooking.

Loves black coffee and herbal teas, especially chamomile. Has an espresso machine of his own, and always makes coffee in the morning for himself.

Really likes the smell of rose and lavender; it was the perfume a lot of his family wore inside his childhood home, and he often gets it now and then to remind him a little bit of home.

Attempts to teach Italian snippets to all his close friends, even just the basics

Loves sunsets and will often go outside to the porch with a hot drink to watch the sun go down

Favourite color is forest greens and shades of orange

Parker is huge on his cooking, and will more often than not bring like six different dishes to any shared meal, even if it’s just friends visiting. He isn’t the best baker, but he’s really good at cannolis and bombolonis, and is great at most traditional Italian foods. He had to cook at least one night a week growing up, which taught him how to cook and how to cook well, his aunties and family members around him constantly to show him what to do.

Likes to listen to music while he cooks.

Has a collection of herbs on the kitchen windowsill, and a garden for cooking purposes that his Nonna taught him to maintain.

Favourite dishes to make is focaccia, a type of bread typically served with olive oil and different toppings, and ossobuco, a slow-cooked veal that’s typically very tender when fully cooked.

All his recipes were passed down from his Nonna, kept in a well-maintained book at the top of his shelf.

Decorates his home very well, prefers mood lighting over the harsh overhead lights

Knows simple sleight of hand, nothing too complex, just small tricks he learned to impress people. Plays a lot of card & board games. Very competitive.

Nickelback fan, loves rock in general

Likes to be around people, loves inviting friends to his place and often gathers them to bonfires and beer. At least every weekend there’s a gathering of some sort because he loves to be around people, but he doesn’t always get the chance.

Doesn’t let anyone touch the aux while he’s driving, if he’s driving it’s his playlist and nobody can argue differently.

#resident evil #parker luciani #parker luciani headcanons #headcanons #resident evil headcanons #resident evil revelations #re: revelations

[oftlunarialmoon]

REAL TALK- Living with Anxiety

originally posted to www.onlyfunthings.org on February 08, 2017

Ciao lovelies! Today’s post is another REAL TALK post, meaning it includes anecdotes, and some content not suitable for younger readers (possibly, depending on your sensitivities.) Today’s REAL TALK is about living with Anxiety.

I wanna start by throwing out some general statements to outline the general idea here. Anxiety is a real problem. Many children, teens and adults in America face it, in fact, 5.7 % of adults in the USA have severe generalized anxiety, 25.1 % of teens 13-18 have anxiety that lingers through their lifetime, and 28.8 % of adults have any kind of anxiety, with the average age of onset being a mere eleven years old. (source-https://www.nimh.nih.gov/health/statistics/prevalence/any-anxiety-disorder-among-adults.shtml thank you to the anon in the comments for finding the better link! ). Anxiety is a horribly prevalent disease, bordering on an epidemic. Yet many don’t talk about this subject, dismissing it as “just nerves” and the like. But Anxiety can really control and ruin your life. There are many different types of Anxiety, the most common being generalized and social.

I, myself, have Anxiety, and it is a constant challenge to overcome it to do the things I love.

I love to go to conventions and cosplay, but at first, my Social Anxiety made it impossible.  I would have Anxiety and Panic attacks when going to conventions. I couldn’t go into the crowded dealers rooms and I certainly couldn’t ask my favorite cosplayers for a photo. My first few conventions were no fun because of my Anxiety.

But I wanted to enjoy my conventions. So I pushed myself into the situations that scared me. I even got to the point where I could host a panel!

Am I saying that you should force yourself into uncomfortable situations to overcome your Anxiety? NO. Anxiety attacks are horrible experiences that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. The feeling of your chest tightening, the fight-or-flight response making your body shaky, the confusing and vulnerable headspace...It's awful.

No, to be honest, I don’t really know a healthy way to “overcome” Anxiety disorders. I know ways to help cope, however.

I personally prefer physical coping mechanisms. Things like fidget toys occupy my hands when they anxiously want to fidget, breathing techniques can help calm my chest, and even chewing gum can help curb anxious feelings.

When all else fails, I allot myself the time required to come down from an Anxiety Attack.

I also utilize ASMR videos to help with night time Anxiety, and insomnia and nightmares from Anxiety.

I think that everyone is different when it comes to what helps with Anxiety. There is not one universal method. But I encourage you to try out different methods! It may surprise you what works for you!

Here are some other techniques I’ve seen to cope with Anxiety and symptoms:

-Aroma Therapy: apparently, scents like lavender and citrus have been said to calm the mind. (Sources-  http://www.healthyandnaturalworld.com/best-essential-oils-anxiety-depression/

http://info.achs.edu/blog/depression-and-anxiety-can-essential-oils-help )

-Herbal Tea: Teas like Chamomile and rose can help with Anxiety symptoms.  

 (Source- http://www.calmclinic.com/anxiety/treatment/healing-tea

http://www.naturalnews.com/043048_herbal_tea_anxiety_relaxation.html )

-Watching Slime Videos: Many people have said slime videos help with their anxiety. I have covered the rise of the “Slime Trend” before, but never really included any videos, so watch the video below to see if slime videos work for you!

-Coloring Books: Coloring books like these adult coloring books have surged into popularity as a tool for anxiety sufferers. 

Please just know that you are not alone. Remember, 28% of American adults have some form of Anxiety. Talking about Anxiety and other mental difficulties has become much more socially acceptable now, so never feel afraid to talk about it.

Here are some more resources for Anxiety Sufferers:

How to recognize a panic attack

How to cope with a panic attack

Thank you all for reading, I’ll see you in my next post!

Stay strong and remember to love yourself!

#Youtube #agere #age regression #sfw agere #sfw littlespace #age regressor #sfw age regression #agereg #sfw little blog #age dreaming #agere art #agere community #age re safe space #age regression blog #age regression community #age regression sfw #age regressive #agere activities #agere aesthetic #agere blog #agere boy #agere board #age regression caregiver #agere caregiver #agere cg #agere games #agere lifestyle #agere little #agere moodboard #agere outfit

[thesunw1tch]

July 4th - Moon's Day

Not much to report, but today is a Monday! Mondays are connected to the Moon, and thus today I dedicated as Hekate's offering day. Whenever I work with a diety, I give them specific days of the week for their offerings so we can keep a consistent schedule. Apollo is Tuesdays, Hekate is Mondays, and though I haven't reached out to Dionysus, I plan to worship him on Saturdays.

I said my prayers this morning to both Apollon and Hekate, and then placed a piece of celestite and amethyst near my heart for the calming affects and connection to the divine. I also found one dollar boxes of Incense at the store today, and bought them some! Apollo got Sage+Citrus, and Hekate got Frankincense. However, I had to verbally apologize to her and near immediately extinguish the Frankincense when I used it in her honor today. For some reason, it seems to make me sneeze! Plus, it just smells atrocious to me! Definitely smelt better unlit smh. I did light a different scent in her honor, though I don't think strawberries are connected to Hekate at all. Afterwards, I used the ash to make Witch's Black salt!

Her offering this morning was some black tea with lavender on her tealight candle, and I drank a dark cold brew coffee in her honor. Oh, and an offering sachet with a seashell, sharp rock, rose stem, chamomile, rosemary, Witch's black salt, and more black tea with lavender. After I tied it together, I drew the triple goddess symbol on it with lavender oil. According to a pendulum reading I did with Hekate, she'd like for me to start sleeping with it under my pillow at night after today. I can't imagine why, and it's kind of hard to deduce what the Queen of Witches is thinking, but I imagine it has something to do with dreams? Because I did ask in my first contact for her to speak to me via dreams, but I've been having extremely uneventful dreams or trouble sleeping in general. Who knows, I guess I'll find out :)

In other news, my daily tarot pull was the Reversed 7 of Swords! This card suggests honesty and something coming to light, though I can't imagine what. Perhaps about the move I've got coming up? Or maybe something with my university? Maybe even something about my family, I don't know.

#hekate worship #hekate offerings #hekate deity #hekate #hellenic deities #hellenism #hellenic polythiest #helpol #daily practice

[cthonicascendant]

Yeah! Peel masks peel of your skin and they're my favorite kind of face mask!

Oooo I'd let you practice on me too I don't mind! It's all good with me of they're a little wonky I love letting people practice with me (´︶｀) it makes me feel included and involved and loved!

I like coffin shaped nails and uhh... ssssstiletto shape? I think is the name? I like claws. Hehehehe╰(✿´⌣`✿)╯♡

That's okay! I can use rose or some other scent of floral! I'm not a big fan of fresh scents like rain water or laundry. They give me headaches. But everything else is good! I usually get uh... ivory is the brand I believe? They make good stuff! But I don't know if they have masks and scrubs so I'd have to search for those for the cruelty free options~

I can't drink alcohol at all so it wasn't on the table for me either haha. But I love tea! I usually make lavender tea, but you can't enjoy that so a nice camomile or a matcha. Green teas go great with sandwiches. Hibiscus tea is also really really good!

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#Void5ong #☣️ anon #untranslated typing quirk

[sasa-slayer]

Obey me! Brothers x Bipolar! Gn! reader Headcanons

In honor of mental illness awareness month, here are the obey me boys with a bipolar reader! I am a person with Ultradian rapid cycling bipolar condition, and the thought of these demon boys understanding and helping me through my struggles turns me into a happy blob.

Trigger Warnings: mentions of eating disorders, mental illness, self-harm, suicidal thoughts and, and sexual content, though not explicit.

Lucifer:

Helps in the most subtle way out of all the brothers. You won’t even notice unless if you pay close attention, and even then, you don’t see all he does for you.

Spreads out your schoolwork to fit your moods. If you are in a productive mood he might give you a little more to make up for the days where you don't feel good and he lessens your load.

Controls your sugar intake. You might think he’s just being a strict father figure, but sugar can be addictive and make your emotional state more unstable.

So in reality he is looking out for you, he just isn't the best at doing so without looking like the bad guy.

Gives you small gifts to brighten your day. They range anywhere from a key chain to a devildom rose.

Compliments you a lot, though often subtly, and means every single word he says.

Is always surprisingly patient and understanding of your mood swings and will calmly listen and talk to you through it all.

If he sees any scars from cutting, he’ll feel a blow to his pride, though he’ll immediately shake away those thoughts because this isn’t about him.

He’ll confront you about it but won’t pressure you to tell him anything. He tells you it's not something to be ashamed of, it's proof that you survived, and are fighting to live.

He’ll make sure you stop though and comes up with plenty of ways for you to release stress and feel alive without hurting yourself.

Such as singing, sports, art, and playing games with him and his brothers.

Mammon:

Honestly, when your with Mammon you usually end up buying a lot of things on impulse, and he doesn’t try to stop you; however, he always makes sure to help you feel good about your purchase.

Like it’s already done over with, so he’ll make sure you don’t lose any sleep over it, but if it still bugs you, he’s more than willing to pick up a part-time job with you to help you earn back the money you spent.

Experiencing mania and can’t seem to shut up? Never bothers him. He listens and hangs on to your every word with a love-struck look on his face.

Don’t feel like talking? That's alright, he’ll talk twice as much and ramble on about random things while slipping in a few comments about how amazing you are.

Plus he’ll never get angry at you for zoning out while he was talking, he’ll simply repeat what he said; but if you still aren't paying attention, he’ll just stop, grab your hand and smile at you as you both stare at each other in silence.

He is someone who rubs his thumb over your knuckles.

If you ever mention your suicidal thoughts, this boy will instantly panic in the best way possible.

Like he freaks at first, but immediately calms down because he knows how hard it is to open up about such a vulnerable topic.

He’ll listen to everything you say and makes sure you know you can always come to him to talk about these things and how your life is very precious.

Not just to him, but it is precious in itself.

Levithan:

Games with you if you had a stressful day.

You’ll come home and he has prepare junk food and snacks to fit your tastes and cravings, sets up an anime or two, and has your favorite game already on the loading screen.

You both stay up late ranting and getting deep in conversation as you play away at your favorite video games.

He never gets mad at you for raging, even if you squeeze a controller a little too tightly for his liking because he knows he can always replace a controller, but can’t replace the good relationship you have with each other.

He used to get mad about this, but he’s super patient and lenient about it now, and just tries his best to calm you down.

Finds animes with protagonists that have, struggle with, and overcome mental illnesses, or animes with uplifting plots in general; because let’s be honest, animes can help inspire and comfort you.

Makes sure to tell you the possible triggers in things he wants to watch with you and makes sure you’re comfortable with the contents.

Even if you said a trigger didn’t bother you in the past, he’ll still ask because he knows you might not want to watch something with that trigger depending on your mood.

Buys a bunch of plushies, crystals, and fidget toys to help ground you and have something to absent-mindedly play with as you do everyday things.

Satan:

This man respects you so much. He knows how hard it is to control his wrath and he can’t believe you have to control all of your emotions!

He thinks you’re so strong, even when you don’t feel like it, and he admires you for it.

Makes tea and reads to you to help ground and calm you.

Stressed out? Bam! Kava, or Mint tea.

Having trouble sleeping? Bam! Lavender tea.

Having a lot of anxiety and/or all of the above? Bam! Chamomile tea.

Sits and chills with you in his room.

The calm, yet the chaotic atmosphere in his room is just so comforting to be in whenever you’re feeling stressed out.

He takes you bowling to help you release your anger.

There’s just something about throwing a heavy metal ball with all your might that helps release that intense rage.

Makes a conscious effort to never yell at you; because he knows it will (A) aggravate you until you start yelling back at him, (B) make you sad and scared as you tremble, or (C), possibly his least favorite, make you turn indifferent and zone out.

If something does happen and he accidentally raises his voice, he leaves and comes back and apologizes as soon as he has calm down.

Meditates with you regularly, especially before bed. Teaches you breathing techniques, and walks you through them when you are stressed.

Never leaves you alone too long during a depressive episode, because he knows how evil the mind can be and how convincing its lies can sound.

He’ll make sure you never listen to the stupid voice in your head that says your “undeserving”, or “a waste of space”, and other ridiculous lies.

Asmodeous:

Self-care queen.

Feel bad or self-conscious? Be ready to be pampered. You’ll be taking a relaxing bath, be lathered in your favorite scented lotion, and afterward, he’ll do your hair (if you have any that’s long enough to comb/brush), nails, makeup, as he tells you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you.

Always reminds you that the makeup and products he puts on you are just to have fun and enhance the beauty you already have.

Feeling so stressed and overwhelmed you don’t get up out of bed? He’ll do everything to help you. He’ll pick out your outfit, do your hair, wash your face, literally anything that won’t chip his nails.

He’ll not only pick out your outfits based on how good they look but also what will help you feel comfortable in your current mood.

Feeling ugly? He’ll pick clothes that compliment your body type and help you feel confident.

Feeling hot and sexy? He’ll want you to enjoy those good feelings to the fullest, and put together a sharp-looking outfit to fit your style.

Feeling anxious and have a habit of fidgeting? He’ll pick a long sleeve or some gloves so you don’t scratch your wrists, a metal necklace to fiddle with, and some rings to twist and turn.

When you came to him the first time while having a sexual impulse, he was super excited but refused because he noticed you were acting unusual.

He asked about it later and you explained how you sometimes had sexual impulses due to your mental condition.

He immediately asked you what you were comfortable with, and if you were okay with him helping you out during those impulses.

If you said yes, then you better believe you got every single one of your sexual, and affection desires in general, filled.

If you said no, he will respect your decision and promise to never cross your boundaries, but still will always be there for you.

Beelzebub:

This demon makes sure you never overeat or undereat when stressed because he knows how much it’ll upset you later.

At first, he thought it was cute when he saw you come back from RAD and immediately eat a bunch of junk food, but then the next day he saw how much you beat yourself up for it.

He doesn't understand why since the food didn't change anything, much less your beauty, but he doesn't question it too much.

When he sees you stress eating, he’ll let you have a few bites, before he swoops in and finishes all your food.

If you get upset, he’ll pick you up and carry you to your room to cuddle and watch movies. He doesn't like upsetting you, but he knows he has to so you don’t regret your decisions tomorrow.

if you tend to under-eat. This guy will do everything in his power to get you to eat.

He’ll say affirming words to convince you to eat and offer to get/make you anything you want.

He makes sure you eat, even if it's just something small, and hydrate regularly, and rewards you with cuddles and head pats when you do.

Loves to work out with you.

Manic episode? Okay, use that energy and rush to work out and hang with him.

Depressive episode? He’ll take you to work out since he knows working out can make you feel better.

If you don't want to go, he won’t make you and will stay behind to hang out and do whatever you feel like doing; including doing nothing.

Gives the best massages after a stressful day, or any time at all.

Is hesitant to give you massages because he is scared to hurt you, but he never does because he is extra gentle.

Like so gentle it should be impossible with how strong of a demon he is.

Belphegor:

Believe it or not, Belphie is the one who helps you with your sleep cycle.

If you have trouble sleeping at night, then he’ll drag you to the comfort of the attic, surround you with blankets and pillows, and cuddle into you in hopes that he, the literal Avatar of Sloth, can put you to sleep.

If this doesn’t work then he will lay his head in your lap and listen to you talk about whatever you want to, and if you don't want to talk, that's fine too. Belphie just loves being in your presence.

If you struggle with staying awake in the day, then sorry, but he doesn't help you stay awake; however, he will help you get rid of those guilty thoughts.

You get upset at yourself for dozing off? He’ll correct you and say it's completely alright and it’s not your fault.

If you fall asleep somewhere like the planetarium, he’ll pick up your head and place his cow pillow under it.

In exchange for using your lap as a pillow of course.

He’ll cuddle with you and take a nap saying that he’ll help you study or do whatever you need help with tomorrow.

Never snaps his fingers in front of your face when you zone out. He’ll simply nudge you with his shoulder, or just lay his whole body weight on top of you.

Let's you play with and braid his hair when your feeling unstable to help distract you from your overwhelming thoughts and emotions.

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[unloved-cadillac]

hello ! hru ? plz a hc for levi a quiet and shy cadet s/o who looks like an angel, so beautiful with very light blond hair, a very pale skin and purple eyes cuz she's russian, bad person calls her ghost and other white rose because of her beauty thank you take care of yourself ❤️ ❤️

C/n*: Hello Anon. I’m great I hope you are too🤍this was such a cute request. I had to plan it properly so I could make this to your liking. Take of yourself too, thank you for requesting🖤I hope that you enjoy it. Also, the purple eyes remind me of the old Targaryens from Fire and Ice by George. R. R. Martin.

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HCs on Levi with a shy, Russian s/o

The Survey Corps was in love.

There was an angel among the hell that they endured.

Y/n L/n. That was her name.

She was beautiful. Like, abnormally beautiful. She just had an aura around her that people loved.

But, Y/n was super shy. She always had her blonde hair covering her eyes, and always hunched.

She hardly spoke, too. Only if she had to, like obeying commands with a “Yes Sir!”, but even then her voice would get lost in the crowd.

Although she hardly spoke, she became close friends with Annie. Annie always looked out for her when things got too bad in the fields.

Y/n was dubbed The White Rose of the Corps. Which majority loved.

But some called her a ghost. She wouldn’t sneak up on anything or anyone, it’s just she was very stealthy. Her pale skin and silent demeanor made some people jealous of her.

The was a day when she was sitting outside reading a book, when a couple of cadets came up to her.

“Oh would you look at the freak? Whatcha doing, freak? Reading? Can you even read with your hair over your eyes like that?”, a boy says and flicks her hair.

“A white rose? What a stupid name.”, another says. Y/n ignored them, trying to hide herself so they would leave.

But one of them took it too far.

They grabbed her arm, lifting her and throwing back on the ground.

“You brats!”

A voice called out to them. Y/n laid on the ground holding her face, she wishing she would just disappear.

“All of you are pieces of shits. 200 laps around the grounds and when you’re finished, I want you to scrub the whole castle. I don’t care if you don’t sleep. Move it!” He yelled at them. The boys left and Levi was looking at Y/n.

He kneeled down and helped her up. “Cadet L/n. You really need to start standing up for yourself.”, he says as he looks at her. Her hair was on her face and Levi, trying his luck, moved it away. His breath caught when he saw them.

Her beautiful purple eyes, now full of tears. Just when he thought she couldn’t get any more beautiful, her eyes are revealed.

“Wow. Your eyes..”, he whispers. They were a bright purple. Levi instantly thought of lavender. She blushes furiously and looks down. God. Why was he so handsome? Her heart was racing a thousand miles per minute.

“Y/n...are you hurt?”, he asks softly. She shakes her head and looks back at him.

Levi takes her to the infirmary for a double check and Levi called Annie to stay with her.

Through the days, Y/n started to become more comfortable around people. She straightened her back and smiled a bit more. Everyone was whipped.

But, excluding her eyes, her voice. Was so beautiful.

She told her close friends that she came from a place called Russia and spoke Russian. Levi listened close to her. Her accent was so sexy beautiful. He could listen to her speak for all of eternity.

When Y/n started coming out of her shell, she approached the captain.

She knocked on his door and a stern “come in” was sounded.

When she enters, Levi was in his common clothes. A long sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black pants.

He lifts up his head from his desk and sees Y/n.

“Y/n. Can I help you with something?”, he asks. Oh god. Her shyness is coming back.

Before she chickened out, she pulled out a bunch of flowers and put it on his desk.

She stepped back and waited for him.

Levi looked at the flowers and picked them up.

“Chamomiles.” He said while smelling them. Y/n widen her eyes and smiled.

“How do you know?”, she asks him. He smirks and walks up to her with the flowers.

“I like tea, Y/n so it’s only fitting I know the flavors.”, he says calmly while putting a single flower in her hair.

“Although I like the flowers,” he says as he pulls her close which makes her gasp softly, “I think lavender suits you more.”

With that, he kisses her. Her eyes widen but she sinks into the kiss.

Yeah, she could get used to this.

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“(C/n*)- It means Caddy’s Note lmao. I decided to use the chamomile flower since it’s the national flower of Russia🤍”

🖤Thanks for reading!🤍

-Caddy.

🤍🖤Special tag: @ackermans-freedom-inc 🖤🤍

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[simplyotometrash]

What They Smell Like

Lucifer:

He smells like a professional man. 

Mixed with a dad.

So that earthy, old spice smell.

Which honestly isn’t terrible. He doesn’t want to smell strongly of his cologne, not like a teenager.

Just a hint of his cologne. 

Enough that the air can waft it your way with a gentle breeze or when you’re close to him.

The earthy smell is very much like cedar or pine trees. It’s very pleasant imo.

And of course the classic dad smell of old spice. 

Which is actually not bad. The classic is nice. It’s everything else old spice I find to be too much.

Mammon:

Mammon doesn’t want to smell nice like Asmo smells nice. And he doesn’t want to smell like Lucifer.

Mammon wants to smell rich.

That’s important to him.

His cologne is much stronger than Lucifer’s but not in a bad way.

He likes that pumpkin smell.

A spiced pumpkin smell.

When you think of autumn, that’s what he smells like.

Crisp air, falling leaves, warm apple cider, and pumpkin spice.

He smells so nice. 

Sometimes there’s a hint of coffee in the mix because I think of Mammon as a coffee addict. 

Levi:

Classic gamer smell is what you think, right?

Well, you aren’t totally wrong.

There is a salty and sweet smell to him from copious amounts of caffeine and potato chips.

But the salty scent is more of an ocean smell. He smells of the sea.

But I also think he’s insecure about how he smells. He doesn’t want to smell like a shut-in otaku.

He totally buys any Ruri-chan brand colognes, no matter what the smell. And he will wear them proudly. 

But his typical smell is a sweet and salty combo. Unless it’s Ruri-chan, he doesn’t wear cologne. 

Sometimes there’s a hint of sweat smell if he has been locked up in his room on a nonstop binge of a game or anime.

Satan:

He also wants to smell vastly different from Lucifer.

He’d rather die.

He isn’t a big cologne wearing guy, honestly.

Satan just naturally smells nice.

Like a brand new book.

You know that amazing new book smell? Yeah, that’s what he smells of.

Also, he slightly smells of fresh linens. 

But mostly the book smell.

Oh! Better yet, he smells like a library.

Libraries, to me, have such a nice smell. The smell of books are amazing. 

He just smells of a books.

Not a dusty library.

A library that is loving cared for and the books tended to.

Asmo:

Asmodeus would rather smell like Mammon than smell like generic perfume.

He isn’t a wearer of cologne. He wears expensive perfume.

But it isn’t rose or some hoity toity smell.

And nothing too strong. Stronger smells can be overwhelming and unpleasant. Asmo wants to smell pleasant. Mostly for himself. After all, he has to smell himself all day long.

A soft, sweet scent.

Vanilla and fresh strawberries would be his go-to. And not super artificial, headache inducing vanilla.

His vanilla is light and subtle. It is an accent to the smell of strawberry. 

It’s probably his favorite perfume.

Sometimes he likes a light, refreshing orange smell. 

But sometimes he goes with something more like jasmine or honeysuckle. 

Lightly sweet and fragrant but not so strong that you want to escape it.

While he has a range of perfumes in his bathroom, his go-to is always vanilla and strawberry.

Beelzebub:

You would expect a strong food and sweat smell, right?

Wrong!

Beel only smells sweaty if he has been working out. He takes care not to stink, you know. He knows sweat can smell awful. He changes in a locker room with an entire team of sweaty demon men after all. 

His natural scent is on the muskier side. 

He, like Lucifer, likes a woodsy smelling cologne.

He doesn’t go too heavy on it, just enough to mask any other smells.

He smells like the forest after it has been raining.

Everything smells so fresh and earthy, a bit musky.

After always hearing comments about how he is constantly eating, he doesn’t want to smell like food. 

He doesn’t need to hear his brothers talk about that, too.

His cologne isn’t expensive or anything. Not that he’s aware of. 

He didn’t even know what to buy before. He complained about how he smelled through his deodorant, so Belphie picked out a cologne for him as a gift.

Belphegor:

Fresh laundry. Belphie loves the smell of fresh laundry, he can’t really sleep if his blankets and pillows don’t smell fresh.

So, naturally, he smells like fresh laundry. 

Belphie also smells of lavender, chamomile, and honey.

A very soothing smell.

I headcanon it’s his favorite type of tea because it relaxes him, so it’s also his favorite smell.

If you were to be cuddled up with him, you’d be able to sleep peacefully he smells so nice.

And it isn’t even a cologne. He’s not embarrassed by the fact he bought perfume. If he likes the smell then he likes the smell.

Asmo was the one who pointed it out one day, saying Belphie would like something like that.

It isn’t strong. It’s a gentle smell that you could almost not notice unless you got close enough to him.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me headcanons #waylonwrites

[veneli]

♦ headcanon for Gavin or Huxley if you want :)

♦ Hobbies/quirks HC! For both Hux and Gav because they're special and you're an amazing moot <3

First off the list: Hiking, duh. Huxley has never had one weekend where he didn't go out on a nature walk or a long hike. He's super passionate about them!

Because he goes hiking, he collects rocks.

Here's where Gavin comes in. Other than hanging out with his Deviant and doing a few classes for Full Cert., he doesn't really have anything else to do. So, he takes up carpentry

(yes, he is good at other forms of "wood")

Nothing really big like making tables or full on pieces of furniture, but he does make really nice decorations and accent pieces.

He made a cute little deer for Huxley's birthday, and Huxley cried a bit

He also later surprised Huxley with a shelf that he made, with different levels and very pretty engravings and burns and pyrography (the thing where you can write and draw on wood with a hot piece of metal)

Hux puts all his rocks and pebbles on the shelf from then on

Gavin moves on from easier pieces to more complex ones, eventually even wood spinning and carving

a quirk that has evolved from Gavin's new hobby of carpentry: he'll find leftover pieces of wood and fidget with them subconsciously. He'll have a hand in a pocket fidgeting while the other holds FL's hand

because of this he's got rougher palms and a few callouses from holding tools for a long time - not to mention splinters

FL thinks they add to his charm and Gavin absolutely bursts with happiness

Huxley has a LOT of potted plants. If you enter his house all you will smell is Earth itself and very fresh oxygen. Aerobic exercising is like heaven in his house.

He's got little plants named after his friends and family so when the DAMN gang comes over, Lasko will say, "How are we doing?"

And Huxley very excitedly shows them the special windowsill where all their plants sit (and is decorated by the little trinkets that Gavin gift to him) and gushes all over that new flower that bloomed on Damien's cactus

Have you SEEN his room??? He's got LIVE VINES across the ceiling, and a screen door opening to a porch where, you guessed it, he's got even more plants. Those ones are the ones that like rain, so he leaves them out there in a downpour when there's a storm.

He likes to touch every plant he comes across. He'll be walking down the street and pass a small garden shop. If you had dinner plans with him, change of plans, it's gonna be a plant-cafe date instead.

Since Lasko is often the one HCed to make coffee, then Huxley is the one who makes tea! He's got a very nice tea-cabinet in his kitchen where there's almost every type of tea there is. Black, white, green, red, oolong, herbal, the list goes on?

He's got really nice kettles too, stainless steel and coated with fun colours

MUG COLLECTION (Courtesy of Gavin he has another shelf for his precious mugs)

He makes his own tea, sometimes. Either mixes together different concoctions or collects the leaves on his long trips and dries them at home.

He can whip up any type of tea for any purpose

Damien needs stay up late to prepare for a presentation? Got it, here's some black tea with lychee for a kick of sweet

Lasko wants to relax and wind down? No problem, Rose or Mint, his choice!

Freelancer needs a quick knockout tea for their insomnia? Out like a light after 5 minutes upon downing the entire mug of Magnolia, Lavender, or Chamomile.

Gavin likes to spice things up a bit? How about a chai tea?

Wooden spoons from Gavin for Huxley's teas?? MHM

Gavin attempted at making a chair once

It was a little rickety but with some help from an instructor he turned it into a rocking chair

He stained and glazed it, then bought a pillow and blanket to go with it

It's the only chair that FL will sit in at home unless they're eating at the table

OH HOW DID/COULD I FORGET. Pottery??????

Huxley has. a pottery studio. Yes i know these are very Earth centered and not at all out of the box, but i don't care he's perfect

He makes all sorts of things and sometimes even makes a model for gavin to base his carvings out of.

A Sculpture and Carvings shelf in their houses. Huxley uses old leaves he picks up from hikes and presses patterns into the things he makes, so each of them are unique

New plates for Damien's marvelous cooking.

A pretty lavender mug for Lasko's coffee.

A clay replica of Freelancer's Glass statue at the E&E Games, painted and glazed.

A little demon for Gavin, tail and horns and all.

He combines his work with Gavin's when possible - When Gav wants to do wood burning Haxley could just take whatever he's working on and put some extra details on it with clay, then pop it in the furnace. Dries out the wood, AND, sets the clay.

Then they work on the piece together and bounce ideas off each other to make the piece a masterpiece

Hux likes to throw old clay at his friends

like, take some out of the bucket and flick it

hits the spot he aims for most of the time, it's called practice from his games

or he'll chase them with his clay hands

There are shirts hung up in his studio with dried out clay palm prints.

(Bonus points if it's the DAMN polycule: those handprints are found often on the backside of their pants and on the front of their shirts)

Huxley finds it very satisfying to smoosh the failed pieces and yeet them back into the bucket

^ As part of his Mug Collection, the DAMN gang each have their own mugs with their own colours and symbols, name, and some unsolicited graffiti that somehow made its way on there.

They don't mind all the extra scrapes and scribbles though, it's a reminder of how much fun they had making those mugs

Gavin's has a dick drawn on it, if he had a mug canonically it would be that. He's got "I do crime" written on the inner bottom of the mug

Lasko's has a very pretty handle

Damien's has a chip on the top but he likes it. He's got a little match engraved in the handle with a smiley flame. He's got the writing on the bottom of the mug as well, that says "piss off, I'm busy"

Freelancer's is chaotic, there's an awful lot going on on their mug - lots of writing and affirmations and reminders, and some sort of animal peeking its head out from the bottom

"I am crime" on the bottom of FL's mug

Gavin, a Try hard, made a new headboard for the bedroom. With added accessories.

Had Gavin almost broken his back because he tried to lift something too heavy on his own YEs.

Damien lectured him on posture and proper support

Pheewww hope you liked these! Definitely new stuff that I don’t think I’ve ever thought of. Thanks Mac!!

#eli’s rambling #eli’s requests #redacted hc #👑 Mac!!

[ink-and-thistle]

Simple Anxiety Remedy

Merry meet! With the return to school approaching, I wanted to share an anxiety remedy that I am finding quite useful. I call this remedy, Angnesdrenc (This comes from Old English, angnes(fear, anxiety) and drenc (drink, potion)). This is an old recipe I've been modifying for a while and I think I have it almost perfect, I would love some feedback if anyone tries it out. This is a really simple recipe is pretty beginner witch/pagan friendly. The following is a recipe for a small batch, I got four bottles out of this (I used ten millilitre amber dropper bottles I found at a local holistic shop).

☾ 2 Blackberries (prosperity, protection, abundance)

☾ 2 tsp lemon juice (purification, protection, health)

☾ 1 1/2 tsp lavender syrup (calming, stress relief, peace, anti-anxiety)

☾ 1 tsp rose water (stress reducing, harmony, peace, self love)

☾ 1 1/4 tsp chamomile tea (healing, soothes anxiety)

☾ 1/4 tsp vanilla extract (energy, mental abilities, soothing)

First crush the blackberries in a mortar and pestle until it is a sooth consistency, then add the lavender syrup, lemon juice, rose water, chamomile, and finally the vanilla. Make sure you stir with your pestle after each addition, stating your intentions throughout. Now this can be decanted into your bottles.

Notes for use:

☾ I'm not sure exactly how long angnesdrenc can last but I would recommend replacing any remaining after a month or two.

☾when your anxious, place a few drops on your tongue. Try not to overindulge as having too much may cause some nausea, what too much is must be discovered through a bit of experimentation.

☾This helps me with anxiety, headaches, and general stress.

Once again I would love to here any feedback. If you have any questions at all feel free to ask. Hope you have a wonderful day. Merry part and blessed be.

#pagan witch #witchcraft #kitchen witch #green witch #witchblr #witches of tumblr #pagan #baby witch friendly #queer witch #cottage witch #witch tips #witch community #spells for school #school spellwork

[lancermylove]

Sleep? What’s That? (HC)

Fandom: MLQC

Pairing: Victor x Reader, Gavin x Reader, Kiro x Reader, Lucien x Reader,

Warning: Gavin’s hc gets a little suggestive. 

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: Hello!! Can I request an MLQC headcannon with an MC whose like “haha, sleep? Never heard of it” because she’s working at the company, and helping out other people? Maybe fluff? Haha- I think it’s quite fitting because of your name- be as creative as you like and alter whatever you need to do! Thanks in advance ✨

A/N: Hi! I wasn’t sure which guys you wanted, so I picked the main 4. Haha, I just went with my blog’s name for this hc’s title. I got a bit carried away with Victor’s hc...is my bias-y showing? XD

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Knock. Knock. Knock.

You thought someone was trying to break down your apartment door.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

Picking up your pace, you flung open the door, ready to give the visitor a piece of your mind.

"Ms. Chips! Are you okay?"

You were shocked to see Kiro standing at your doorstep. He was out of breath, and small beads of sweat covered his face.

"Kiro? What are you doing here?" You stepped aside to let him into your home.

"Savin told me that he saw Willow's post about you not sleeping enough! I rushed here as soon as I could."

You watched your boyfriend place a few bags on your coffee table before plopping onto the sofa.

"Kiro, what's all this?" You couldn't help but wonder why he was carrying so many bags.

"Well, I thought you could use a little help," he started taking the items out of the bag and placed them on the table, "so, I got some chamomile tea, melatonin gummies, a few fruits with magnesium, lavender oil, passionflower tea, a few vegetables that have glycine, and over-the-counter sleeping pills."

"Kiro, did you buy the entire grocery store?"

"Sorry, Ms.Chips, I wasn't sure which item would help you, so I just got everything." He flashed a toothy grin, causing you to laugh.

You couldn't help but hug your sweet boyfriend. "Sorry for worrying you, Kiro. I have been extremely busy with the company and helping people around town."

"Princess, you need to sleep!" Kiro placed his hand on his chin, "You know what? I have an idea."

He pulled out his cellphone and dialed Savin. "Hey~! I am going to take the rest of the day off, take care of everything, okay? Thanks!"

Just as Kiro was about to hang up, you heard Savin screaming from the other side, "KIRO! YOU HAVE A LOT OF COMMITMENTS TODAY!"

"Kiro, are you sure that was a good idea? Wait, why do you want to take the day off?"

"Savin will handle everything. Ms. Chips, let's go to bed and not wake up until tomorrow. Actually, I don't want to hear anything...we are sleeping for the rest of the day, and that's final."  

Kiro left you no choice as he threw you over his shoulder and carried you off to bed.

No getting sleep was nothing new to Victor. After all, he was the CEO of a very well known company, and on top of that, he had a reputation to maintain. 

When Victor learned that you were not getting proper sleep, he wasn't surprised. Whenever you emailed your reports, Victor made a mental note of the time. 

The first few times, Victor didn't think much when he saw 1 am, 3 am, 4:30 am. He assumed you were procrastinating, but when this became a frequent occasion, he began to worry.  

One day, you received a text from Victor asking you to come to his office asap. No excuses. 

You immediately thought that Victor was going to reprimand you for not sending in a proper report, but when you walked into his office, he seemed more worried than upset. 

"Victor, is something the matter?" 

"Yes. From now on, I want you to send in your report before 10 pm."  

You expected Victor to give you a reason, but instead, he remained silent, awaiting your reply. 

"T-That will be difficult to do." You bit down on your bottom lip, knowing well that your response was not going to go down well with your boyfriend.

"Why is that?" His face remained expressionless.

"Well, you see..." you started but decided to stop. 

"Why are you always tired?" He asked and examined your face, "Your dark circles have gotten worse, and it seems as though you've lost weight."

Victor opened the top drawer of his desk and pulled out a stack of paper. He looked straight into your eyes before placing it in front of you. 

"V-Victor, I..."

"You were in the hospital last week. Did you truly believe that you could hide this from me?" 

"I am s-sorry. I knew you were busy and didn't want you to worry." 

"Why are you not getting enough sleep?" 

Taking in a deep breath, you told Victor the truth, "I have been volunteering, and there is a lot to do around the company. Anna has been sick, and Minor has to take care of a sick family member, so I have to do their work as well."

Victor sighed, "Did you think that I would get angry at you if you told me the truth? Your well being is more important to me than anything." 

"Victor..."

After making a few calls, Victor turned his attention to you, "For the time being, you will solely focus on your company. I have asked Goldman to send a few employees of LFG to your company. As for volunteering, you will take a break from that."

"But-" Before you could make any excuses, Victor interrupted you. 

"There are others in the city that can volunteer in your place. Also, you are still responsible for sending your reports in on time."

You were waiting for him to say this, but what Victor said next caught you completely off guard.

"Send your report to Goldman in bullet point form, and he will convert that into a formal report." 

"What?" You gawked at Victor, thinking that you may have misheard his words. 

Victor chuckled, "Dummy." 

He rose to his feet and made his way to your chair. Victor picked you up and walked to the sofa in his office. 

"Now, I want you to rest." He gently lowered you onto the black and white sofa before taking off his suit jacket. 

Victor covered you with his blazer and took off your heels. He leaned down and placed a tender kiss on your forehead. 

After a few minutes, Victor turned his attention from his laptop to you only to find you sleeping peacefully. A rare smile appeared on his lips, "Sleep well, my beloved dummy." 

After what felt like an eternity, you finished your volunteer work. Anna had warned you to think carefully before working on a show that required you to volunteer. You couldn't help but think that you should have listened to her. 

The clock read 1:10 am, and your report was far from being finished. You were almost tempted to call your employees and ask for their help, but you decided against it. After all, the company was your responsibility. 

You decided to take a break and walked over to your open window. 

"Having trouble sleeping?" 

You nearly lost your balance, but Gavin caught you. 

Even though this was usually Gavin's way of visiting you, for some reason, you could never get used to it. 

"Gavin? What are you doing here?" You regained your balance and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

"You have not been sleeping for the past few days." 

"Huh? How do you know that?" 

"I come to check on your every night." He gave a smile. 

"You do? Are you that worried about you?" You pecked his lips. 

Your action caused Gavin's cheeks to turn red. He averted his eyes and cleared his throat before speaking, "I always worry about you. Would you like to come out with me?" 

"Well, I have a report due, but..." 

Gavin smiled and lifted you out of the window. "It won't take long." 

The night air was crisp and refreshing. The moon's brightness made the ocean shimmer. The cool air brushed your cheeks, causing you to wrap your arms tighter around Gavin's neck. 

"Cold?" He asked with a hint of concern in his voice. 

"No, the air feels good." 

By the time you got back, you felt so calm that you were able to finish your report in no time. 

All the while, Gavin sat on the sofa and watched you with a smile.

After you finished, you took a shower and changed into your nightclothes.  When you walked out, Gavin couldn't help but stare at you with wide eyes. 

You had completely forgotten that Gavin was still there and had accidentally worn your revealing nightwear.

Your boyfriend rose to his feet and slowly walked towards you, taking in the beautiful sight in front of him. 

"Gavin, will you be staying? It's pretty late." 

You failed to notice the mesmerized look on Gavin's face. He wordlessly lifted you and carried you to bed. 

After placing you on your bed, Gavin brought his lips closer to your ear and whispered, "You look beautiful. Don't let any other man see you like this." 

After saying those words, Gavin quickly walked into your bathroom. 

In your tired state, you had failed to notice a tent in Gavin's pants. 

The next morning, when you saw yourself in the mirror, you realized what Gavin meant. Luckily for you, your dear boyfriend wasn't there to see you turning a hundred shades of red. 

It was 3:45 am, and you were typing away on your laptop. Your mind was too preoccupied to hear a knock on your apartment door. 

The sound of your text notification nearly made you jump from your seat.

My dear kitten, I know you're awake. I can see the light under your door.

You were confused for a second, but it suddenly hit you that the only way Lucien can see the light under your door is-

Rushing to the front door, you opened it to find your beloved boyfriend, smiling. 

"I have been knocking for a while. You had me worried."

You let Lucien into your apartment while explained that you were too focused on your report.

"Dear kitten, sleep is an important commodity. Do you wish to impair your brain functions?" 

"Of course not, but Lucien-"

"Have you forgotten that I am a neuroscientist? Sleep deprivation will negatively impact your body." 

"But Lucien, your awake as well, and you don't sleep enough." 

Your straightforward response startled your boyfriend. "I realize that, but my dear kitten, I do sleep. It does not seem as though you have slept recently." 

"I have just been so busy, and I need to get the report in before morning!" You sighed and rested your head on Lucien's shoulder. 

"Then shall we get your report finished?" 

Though Lucien was a firm believer of "one has to do their own work", his concern for your health forced him to make an exception. 

With the help of your genius boyfriend, you managed to get the report finished in half an hour. As soon as you submitted your report, Lucien carried you to your bedroom and placed you on your bed. 

"Do excuse me for a second." He made his way to the bathroom, and after a few minutes, he returned. 

"Lucien, are you staying here?" 

"But of course. How else will I be sure that you receive adequate rest?" With those words, he got into your bed before pulling you close to him. 

Your comfortable bed, Lucien's warmth, and his comforting scent were enough to help you relax. Soon, sleep began to consume you.

Lucien gently ran his fingers through your hair as he studied your sleeping face. "My love, do take care of yourself. You worry me more than you realize."   

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[drawlfoy]

Mirror, Mirror Finale (P.1...)

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pairing: draco x ravenclaw!reader

summary: y/n has had a crush on draco malfoy from afar since--well, forever. what will happen when they’re paired up for prefect rounds and run into a special mirror?

warnings: language

a/n: heyyy guys...how are you doing...so i’m sure you’ve noticed that i have p.1 added into this even though it’s marked as a finale...yes i am aware of the fact but it is not even close to being done and i do not want to give this a half baked ending. i thought you guys might like seeing what i’ve been sitting on for a long time. more writing will be coming soon! i promise! i’m actually working on another oneshot soon that’ll be fun to put out there !

overall tags:  @gruffle1 @missmulti @cleopatera @hahaboop @accio-rogers @geeksareunique @eltanin-malfoy @war-sword @cams-lynn @itsivyberry 

mirror mirror tags:  @theres-a-dog-outside-omg @mey-rapp @kaibie @blackpinkdolan @the-wiener-soldierrrrr @sugarbby99

word count: 2.9k

music recs: i sink i sink -- living hold ; wishes -- beach house ; could this be love? -- saturn 17

Y/N played with the cup of tea that sat steaming before her, running the tips of her fingers around the golden rim. The soft chamomile scent rose up to her nose in charmed yellow tendrils, something that would’ve been calming had she not been sat in front of Professor Trelawny, answering uncomfortable questions and averting her gaze from her loony eyes.

“Dearie, I know that you may not want to share, but it’s incredibly important for the healing process. Even more important than the potions and the tea leaf readings.”

“Er...when I first fell asleep, all my dreams were just of past memories. Aft--”

“Excuse me.” Trelawny held up her hand as she scratched a heading on her parchment. “If you want to get better, you must add more details. What memories? Of what?” 

Y/N swallowed, casting her eyes to the ceiling. “Erm...I saw Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.” Her breath hitched as the professor furrowed her eyebrows. Suddenly the teacup felt scalding in her hand. “I saw our rounds together. When we ran into the mirror, that is.”

“What mirror?”

“The Mirror of Erised.” 

Trelawny raised her eyebrow--a quick motion but not entirely unassuming. “Interesting. Very, very curious indeed. Go on.”

“I saw us...together. I didn’t think that it was a special mirror until afterwards because it looked the same. We were...uhm...together.”

It took a few seconds of staring at Trelawny’s googly eyes before she realized she’d just repeated herself.

“And after that….” Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to draw out the rest of her memories. “I don’t remember everything else. I’m sorry. It was just everything that I remember about Malfoy in particular...like, the first time I saw him, what it was like to talk to him for the first time, running away from him in the Slytherin dungeons that one night I had to stay overnight for potions...that’s it.”

Her professor nodded gravely, shifting in the only chairs that the hospital wing provided to visitors--hard, cold mahogany wood. “Well done. And after? Once Miss Severyjn woke you up?”

Her throat felt dry. Of course I’d have to recount what happened. Of course I have to tell them about how I had a dream about making out with him in my dorm. Of course. Just my luck.

“I’m sorry,” said Y/N. “It’s just...weird. It felt too private.”

Trelawny seemed slightly empathetic at this; her eyes seemed even kinder (albeit still dreamy) than usual. “I’ve heard it all, love. No need to be ashamed.”

“Okay.” She took a steadying breath. “I...well...it’s fuzzy. I can’t remember exactly why we ended up ditching our rounds and why we decided to go to my dorm instead.”

It was difficult to continue when she saw her companion’s eyebrows shoot up a few inches, but she steeled herself. 

“It took me a long time to unlock my dorm door--I think I was nervous, or something, because my hands were shaking too hard to hold my wand steady. He moved my hand aside and said something--I can’t quite remember what--and he just unlocked it himself. I think I dragged him in by his tie, and he told me that I was trembling, and then before I knew it he was cupping my face. I remember being surprised by how warm his hands were. I thought they’d be colder.”

“Go on, doll. I only need a little bit more.”

“It’s awfully embarrassing, you know,” said Y/N. “I hardly know him.”

“Don’t you worry. Your dream was created by whatever traces of magic the Mirror of Erised left on you. This has nothing to do with how you view Malfoy.”

She dared to smile at this point, mostly as a way to pretend like she wasn’t mortified recounting her tale. “He kissed me. I don’t know if you need any more details, but that’s the grand picture of it all. He kissed me, and I didn’t stop him, and now I feel like a proper creeper, having fantasies about a boy who wants nothing to do with me.”

The wrinkles on Trelawny’s forehead deepened. “Don’t fret. The Mirror of Erised is a very powerful thing. You couldn’t have influenced that dream to work any different than it had. On that note…” She brushed herself off and rolled up the parchment. “You’ve given me enough to work with. The reason why I ask is because sometimes certain dreams can be prophetic--sometimes regarding important wizarding events that the headmaster ought to be aware of--or potentially deadly. Both instances require a bit more...of an intensive treatment regiment, if you will. I’m happy to report to you that your bout of Dream Sickness shouldn’t develop into anything more sinister. I’ll recommend that you stay here for a bit longer, just to ensure that you don’t slip into it again, but you should be able to have visitors and wean yourself off of Dreamless Sleep. Rest up, darling. You have a lot of sleeping to do.”

Y/N smiled weakly as she allowed Trelawny to pluck the teacup from her hands and swirl the leaves about.

“Nothing but good news in your future, just as I suspected. Good night!” 

oOo

Life in the infirmary led Y/N to walk a wobbly line of consciousness. Once Madame Pomfrey lowered the doses of her potion, dreams began to once again tickle at her sleeping mind. Sometimes people she knew would appear next to her bedside, and she was never able to tell if it was real. During one of these instances, Rena appeared to hold her hand and recount the hottest gossip that she missed.

“...And after that, Parvati told Lavender Brown that she was nothing but a ditz whose only acts of Gryffindor bravery had to do with the fact that she left her room every morning wearing THAT disaster of a cloak…but I’m boring you, I can tell.”

Y/N, or perhaps Dream Y/N, whichever one she was, sent her a soft smile. “S’okay. Tell me more.”

“Oh, I totally forgot!” Rena squeezed her hand. “I talked to Flitwick about the whole incident. He sends his condolences. He also says that you’re excused from rounds until we reassign partners. No more late nights with Malfoy!”

She rolled her eyes, shuffling further under the blankets. This was just a dream, just a dream.

“Sucks to be him. He’s gonna have to walk all those big, scary halls alone at night.” 

Rena cracked a grin, but something flashed across her eyes that Y/N couldn’t quite decipher. “Yeah. He already had his knickers in a twist over having to do it the first night. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he missed you.”

“He missed having someone to harass, you mean,” corrected Y/N. 

“Yeah, I suppose so. He’s not all bad all the time though, you know. I mean, granted, he is a rich little prat, but he has some good in him.”

“Got a crush, hm?” 

Rena’s eyes shifted again. She was nervous thought Y/N. But why? She quickly decided to ask Madame Pomfrey for a higher dose of Dreamless Sleep the next time she saw her as a lucid member of society. This stuff is getting out of hand. 

Before Dream Rena left, she dropped off a bouquet of flowers--white roses, her favorite. Y/N tried to thank her, but she felt herself being tugged softly to a different dream, away, away, away from her dear friend. 

It took a rough shake of the shoulder from Madame Pomfrey before she was awake again.

“Drink,” she said, forcing a goblet of something foul into her hands. “You’ve been delirious. You need to wake up.”

The taste that hit her tongue was bitter and laced with the nostalgia of O.W.Ls season last year--Wide-Eye Potion. Her consciousness came crashing down on her like a cool tide and she became aware of how much sweat was dripping down her back.

Gross.

“Feel better?”

Y/N nodded, but as she turned to set her now-empty goblet on the table next to her, her stomach lurched. 

A vase of white roses stood, unimposing in nature but anxiety inducing when she considered the implications they carried. Rena’s visit hadn’t been a dream--and her last excuse to see Draco, the boy who had made her life hell for the last few weeks, was gone. 

So why did it feel like she’d just been punched in the stomach?

oOo

Exactly a week and one day after she had been admitted to the hospital, Madame Pomfrey allowed her a special privilege--the chance to take a walk around the castle grounds. After breathing the same stale hospital wing air, Y/N was eager to fill her lungs with something colder and fresh.

“Stick close to the gravel path,” said Madame Pomfrey, the wrinkles in her forehead deepening with each word she spoke. “Do not, and I mean, do not, get near a single magical artifact or so help me Merlin. If you feel the slightest bit feverish, you will come right back here and you will not--under any circumstances--lie down and shut your eyes. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Madame Pomfrey.” The words fell out of Y/N’s mouth without her really taking any notice; instead, she watched the way the trees moved outside, swaying softly with the wind. “I promise I’ll be careful.”

The nurse nodded--a brisk, tense motion. “Good. Be back here in 30 minutes. Any later and I will employ the entire staff of this castle to come track you down so I can personally drag you back here.”

Y/N had forgotten how air could be crisp--crisp she thought giddily--as she waltzed her way down the steps and into the courtyard. Her loafers made a satisfying tap on the stone that she almost missed when the pathway turned to gravel, the rocks crunching under toe instead. But regardless, she was stoked. In that moment, she had never felt more alive, not even after she’d gotten near straight Os last year...but seconds later, she was hit with something other than euphoria: namely, a silk clad black shoulder. 

“Ow.”  Y/N went face first into the ground, her cheek bouncing off the hard floor.

“Ah, fuck! Fuck! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” A posh voice, no doubt the owner of the silky shoulder, sounded from above her. “Oh, oh my god, Y/N? Is that you?”

She rolled over on her back and looked right up into the concerned eyes of Draco Malfoy.

“Er...Hi,” she said. “Lovely day, isn’t it?”

His eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at her. “Are you alright? Why are you out of the hospital wing?”

“Madame Pomfrey let me go for a walk. She said that it’s good for me. Also she told me not to...fuck, I’m not supposed to lie down!”

The flash of terror in her eyes seemed to say enough, and before she knew it, he was hauling her up off the ground.

“Why are they letting you walk out all alone?” asked Draco, his tone demanding but not entirely uncaring. 

“I think they presumed that everyone on the path would have the common decency to avoid a poor sick girl coming out for her first walk in a week, but clearly they thought too soon.”

Draco still hadn’t completely let go of her shoulders, where his hands were clasped firmly around the sides in a gesture meant to steady. He snorted at that moment, a bit of his old self shining back through as he narrowed his eyes down good-naturedly at her. “It’s hardly like the entire school has been issued a warning that you’ve been released.”

“Oh, quit stroking my ego like that.” Y/N tilted her eyebrow to examine him. For the most part, her old rounds partner looked no different--same strikingly light eyes, same aristocratic features, same expensive and fashionable apparel--but the bags under his eyes were new. “Have you been sleeping? Like, at all?”

“Me?” 

“Yeah, you. Who else?”

His hands moved away from their supporting position to scratch the back of his neck. “Oh, er, not much. I keep worrying about getting what you came down with. Rena told me about the Dream Sickness and how it was because of the mirror, and it’s just hard for me to sleep.”

“Oh. I’m sorry about that.”

“Yeah.” He shifted his weight back and forth, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

“What exactly did Rena tell you?” Y/N’s words snapped Draco back to attention. “And if you say everything I will lie down on the ground, go back into my dream coma, and tell everyone it’s your fault.”

“Well, then.” A smirk danced across his lips. “Nothing. Rena told me nothing.”

Y/N stared at him for a few seconds before lowering herself to the ground, never breaking eye contact. 

“What--what are you doing?”

His face went out of her eye line as she lay flat on the ground, stretching her limbs out to vaguely resemble a starfish and exhaling a heavy sigh. “I’m going to sleep right here. When Madame Pomfrey finds me, barely toeing the line between life and death, I’ll have rehearsed a speech in my mind about how Draco Malfoy knocked a poor sick girl over in the gravel pathway and then harassed her to the point of exhaustion.”

When Y/N opened her eyes, she could see Draco come into vision. His green and silver striped tie swung in the air above her as he leaned over her, a slight grimace on his face.

“I don’t think you were sorted into the right house.”

“Keep your comments to yourself,” she said, shutting her eyes again and taking in a deep breath. “Some of us are trying to sleep.”

“I thought you were--Y/N, wait!” A hand reached out to gently shake her shoulder. “Wait! I thought you were kidding!”

“I never kid. I’m very serious. Leave me be, now. I have a speech to write.”

She heard a loud and rather over dramatic sigh above her before a hand started tugging at her arm, lifting it up over her head and pulling.

“Draco! Stop!”

“Calling me Draco, now, huh? Awfully intimate when you’re about to frame me for attempted murder,” he said, his tone surprisingly consistent and clear for someone hauling a whole adult woman off the ground. “Can you at least try to help me? A little bit?”

“Fuck off,” was the only thing coming out of Y/N’s mouth as he pulled her to her feet for the second time in less than 10 minutes. Once they were both standing, just barely a meter apart, Y/N found herself at a complete loss for words. Draco was looking down at her with an emotion displayed across his features that she could not quite place, and it made her stomach twist. 

“You have gravel stuck in your hands.” 

His voice took her by surprise. It had softened considerably, almost to a whisper. There was none of the usual snottiness or nasal judgement present--just a breathy declaration that made her knees weak from the sudden shift in energy.

His hand moved towards hers, and he met her eyes with a gaze that asked “is this okay?” Y/N couldn’t help but just stare, wide-eyed and unable to blink, as he gently took her hand and began pulling out the rocks. 

“I have to tell you something,” said Draco, still quiet and unimposing in tone. “I...I know that this might come as a surprise, and I know that you...er...probably don’t care to hear this, but, erm…”

Y/N just stared.

“I’ve been feeling this way for a while, and I just didn’t really figure it out until you, uh, you got sick, and I know I’ve been a proper prat to you and that you have no need to reciprocate anything, truly, but, ehm…”

His adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he squeezed his eyes shut, like he was in pain or something. 

“Spit it out, Draco, I don’t have all day,” added Y/N lightly. 

“Miss Y/L/N!” 

A voice boomed across the courtyard, making Y/N nearly jump out of her skin. A quick turn revealed that it was Madame Pomfrey. And a furious Madame Pomfrey at that.

“You foolish, foolish girl,” said Pomfrey, seizing her by the arm and dragging her away. “Speaking to the same boy in your dreams? Why don’t you just go and lick the Mirror of Erised and fall asleep right after? You give me migraines.”

“I’m so sorry Madame Pomfrey! I didn’t mean to!” Apologies rolled out of Y/N’s mouth at a rapid-fire pace, not stopping until she’d been escorted back to her bed.

“I am so disappointed in you,” the older lady snapped as she stormed over to the neighboring bed, angrily wringing out a washcloth. “No visitors. Not until you have a perfect bill of health.”

Hospital air had never felt so stale.

final a/n: whew this was a long one and definitely not all. this was about half of my draft and i’m still working on it, so we’ll see how long the next one is. i hope that you guys enjoyed! comments/thoughts on this chapter will definitely give me more motivation to finish this series strong, so i’d love to hear what you guys thought of this :) thanks for reading!

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[lady-divine-writes]

Good Omens - Dodge and Parry (Rated NC17)

Summary: Crowley discovers that he is rather enamored of his angel's bruises ... especially the ones that go farther than skin deep. (2006 words)

Notes: I wrote this for Kinktober 2020, the prompt 'bruises'. So I was going to write a piece about bruise worship, which this sort of is, but it went much deeper. I will try to come up with something kinkier and more fun another time XD

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“How does that feel, angel?” Crowley asks, soaking his washcloth completely, then wringing it out over Aziraphale’s scalp. “Too hot? Too cold?”

“Neither.” Aziraphale hums happily with eyes shut. “It’s perfect. Sublime, I should say. Like soaking in a nice, warm cup of tea.”

“We’ve added enough dried flowers and wot not that you could just be,” Crowley comments, swiping a hand through the water, swatting at a cluster of rose petals, lavender, sweet jasmine, and chamomile.

“Hmm. Then you could drink me,” Aziraphale says, sinking deeper into the steaming water.

“Ngk … I … I could …” Crowley stumbles, but he recovers, a triumph since that remark from his angel almost had him choking on his tongue. “But let’s save the sweet stuff for later, eh? We’ve gotta get you fixed up.”

“Yes … let’s. Then … I can do you …” Aziraphale mumbles, drifting off, his cheeks rosy from the warmth and the company. Crowley soaps up his cloth and runs it over Aziraphale’s arm, sliding past a mark that has blossomed considerably since he last saw it. He runs the cloth over it again and it seems to darken, the cream-colored suds rinsing into cloudy water and revealing a plethora of purples swirled together, related to one another by hues, tiny freckles sprouting along the fringe like shy violets.

A galaxy of them really.

Crowley isn’t normally fond of scars and bruises, especially on his angel. Aziraphale bears many types of blacks and blues, with varied stories behind them. Older scars on Aziraphale’s corporation - ones following mortal paths and having faded to silver - come by way of other angels who delight in his suffering. Crowley has seen every one of those, categorized their existence, set their placements to memory. A touch of his fingertips tells him when they were created … and by whom.

Crowley has gathered a list of enemies on his angel’s behalf, and that list is long.

Very long.

Not all of angel’s bruises are visible to the naked, mortal eye, but they’ve dimmed his aura considerably.

Crowley never thought the humans’ quarantine would get to Aziraphale. Being locked inside, forbidden to go out and socialize, leaving him heaps of time to read his books, seemed like a dream come true. With no one coming into his shop to browse, there was nothing keeping him from doing his crossword puzzles till his heart’s content. And it seemed that way for the first few months.

But it didn’t stay that way.

More and more, Crowley would catch his angel sitting in a chair by the window, staring up at the sky, sighing deeply as if for a long lost love, which seemed utterly preposterous to Crowley since every book Aziraphale could ever want lay in a stack beside him. Aside from that, he had his music. And cake! Why, they’d been baking cake every single day! So much cake, in fact, that any poor soul who so much as poked their head out of their door received a cardboard baker’s box packed to bursting with confections, passed along at a socially safe distance courtesy of a long, wooden shepherd’s crook.

And thanks to a wonderful service with a mildly vulgar name, whenever Aziraphale so desired, a delivery person dropped by with a box of his favorite sushi, which Crowley generously tipped for.

But Aziraphale still wasn’t happy. And he was becoming less happy by the day.

Something had changed.

He mentioned several times to Crowley that he felt hemmed in; that lately, being locked inside made it difficult for him to breathe. He longed to walk through the park, soak in the sunshine (when it made itself available), and feed the ducks again.

Crowley didn’t understand it. Aziraphale despised exercise to such a degree that if he sat at Crowley’s kitchen table, preparing to sup, and discovered that he’d left the butter in the fridge, he’d rather do without then to get up and fetch it.

It wasn’t until days later, when Crowley found a stack of newspaper clippings hiding underneath Aziraphale’s ledger, that he began to catch on:

Covid cases increase rapidly as next steps planned

'Tier Three' Covid restrictions in announcement on Monday

More than 80% of positive UK cases in study had no core symptoms

It wasn’t the toll quarantine was taking on Aziraphale. It was the toll this disease that caused the need for a quarantine was taking on the humans he was so fond of. That time spent staring at the sky, Aziraphale spent praying, wondering why the Almighty would let this continue, let so many of Her beloveds die and for what?

From the expression on his angel’s face after, Crowley assumed he got no answers.

It was like the Ark all over again, only without the refreshing rain, and with no rainbow in sight.

Determined to take his mind off of it, Crowley arranged a private movie marathon for his angel at his flat. They sat on his sofa with homemade snacks and watched some old Errol Flynn movies. And it worked! After a while, Crowley started watching Aziraphale more than the film, his angel that much more entertaining. Aziraphale had started the way he watched every movie - sitting primly upright, hands folded in his lap, eyes glued to the screen. But over time, he’d started to inch forward, lean in, muscles twitching to recreate the fight scenes - the swipes of a sword, the parries, his feet shuffling enthusiastically in place to mimic the steps of the actors’ retreats like they were performing a gavotte.

Encouraged that this was a way to break through Aziraphale’s melancholy, Crowley recommended they dig out the old fencing foils and have at it, sans protective gear in honor of old Errol. Besides, they didn’t need it.

“Oh! No, no, no!” Aziraphale argued at first, even with a smile on his lips. “I couldn’t! It’s been so long!”

“Nonsense!” Crowley retorted, heading for his closet. “You were an expert swordsman centuries ago. I’m sure you’ll do wonderfully now. It’s like riding a bicycle.”

“And how’s that, dear?”

“Once you fall off, you get right back on.” Crowley tossed Aziraphale a foil, which he caught without looking, and Crowley smirked knowingly.

Crowley didn’t give Aziraphale a chance to back out, didn’t salute him like at the beginning of an official duel. Crowley came at him like a buccaneer, crowing and catching Aziraphale off-guard. But Aziraphale fought back. He wasn’t upset by Crowley’s abrupt start. On the contrary. He laughed at Crowley’s antics, especially when he tried to evade by climbing over the sofa, and then onto an end table. His joy was infectious. It rang through Crowley’s flat, made the plants (which had initially recoiled at the sound of clashing metal) stand straighter, wave their leaves and cheer. It rose up inside Crowley as if the joy were his own, making him laugh, too.

Laugh till he snorted, which he hadn’t done in a long time.

But it didn’t last as long as Crowley had hoped.

Aziraphale got lost somewhere in the fight, lost in thinking, his mind drifting in all directions while he dodged and parried by rote. His face grew tense, his expression morphing from concentration to anger … to vengeance. He went after Crowley with clouded eyes, as if everything pent up inside him - the sadness and the anxiety - had found a weak spot in Aziraphale’s armor.

And now, it was starting to break through.

Crowley didn’t know who Aziraphale saw when he looked at him. Those world leaders who didn’t take this pandemic seriously, who didn’t act quick enough, who were greedy.

Beelzebub and the Dukes of Hell, whom Aziraphale credited for the speed in which this disease took hold, and the blind, stubborn stupidity of those who refused to do their part to stop it.

Gabriel, who has long since laughed off any correspondence Aziraphale has sent him regarding the matter, rejecting the last dozen with a very snarky ‘Return to sender!’ emblazoned in gold across the envelope.

Or the Almighty, who has the power to stop this but who has refused, and doesn’t have the decency to tell him why.

Or maybe he simply saw Crowley, who treated the whole thing like a joke, not only taking a nap for the first few months but then extending it, leaving Aziraphale alone when he might have needed him most.

Aziraphale attacked, closing in on Crowley fast, fighting with more fist than blade, and Crowley defended.

They struck one another at the same time - Aziraphale bringing his wrist down on the bridge of Crowley’s nose, Crowley’s guard-covered fist coming up to block and accidentally clocking Aziraphale on the jaw.

Both stumbled back, seeing stars.

Had they been human, Crowley’s nose would have broken, and Aziraphale’s jaw would have shattered. As was, Crowley’s nose ended up a bit crooked till a minute ago when Aziraphale snapped his fingers and set it straight. Aziraphale’s jaw still sported an indigo bruise reminiscent of a mum.

“Oh … oh my dear boy! I am so sorry!” Aziraphale apologized profusely when he saw Crowley’s nose, blood pooling underneath.

“Wot?” Crowley sniffed, wiping his Cupid’s bow with the back of his hand, examining the stain left behind with swimming eyes. “Oh, this? It’s nothing. Barely a scratch. Think nothing of it.”

“But … but …” Aziraphale stuttered, on the verge of tears. He dropped his sword, almost dropped to his knees, too, but Crowley hurried forward and gathered him up, wrapped him in his arms and held him.

“It’s all right,” he whispered, hugging Aziraphale tight. “It’s going to be all right, angel.”

“Do you … do you really think so?”

“Yes,” Crowley said with a sigh. Whether he did or not didn’t actually matter. But no one, angel or human, was going to get through today and on to the next if they didn’t believe it was at least possible. Crowley had to hold Aziraphale together, even if he did it with lies. He had to keep the one angel left on earth who still cared going. “I do.”

That’s when Aziraphale’s tears began to fall.

Crowley held him.

An hour went by, and Crowley held him.

Crowley declared Aziraphale the winner, and as a reward, offered to give him a bath and miracle him healed.

But when he got his angel naked and saw the bruises glowing on his skin, he hesitated. He shouldn’t be attracted to them. He shouldn’t find them appealing. On top of being physical damage to Aziraphale’s skin, some of them were bred out of despair. They should have repulsed Crowley, but they were actually glorious, like a small corner of impressionist art brought to life and tattooed on his skin.

Because not all of these new bruises, exploding with vibrant color and depth, were bad. They happened when Aziraphale was still smiling, still laughing. When his leg banged the corner of a table during a particularly rowdy retreat. When he tried to follow Crowley vaulting over the back of the sofa, misstepped, and landed on his knee. When their foils tangled together and Crowley accidentally kicked Aziraphale in the thigh in his effort to separate them. Aziraphale had watched Crowley fly backward, land on his heel, and spin three times like a ballerina, stopping in a perfect arabesque, just to then trip over air and land in a chair. Aziraphale threw his head back and laughed so hard, he walked right into Crowley’s (blunted) sword, the flat tip leaving its circular shadow behind.

Those bruises …

Those are bruises of pleasure.

They run deeper than skin.

And Crowley is quite satisfied by that.

Crowley almost regrets his promise to rid Aziraphale of them.

But being the one who gets to heal Aziraphale is an honor all its own.

However, he realizes with a grin, there is a way to get them back.

He’ll memorize these, too. Their exact locations.

And freshen them up later with his mouth.

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #ineffable husbands #kinktober 2020 #ineffable lovers #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #aziraphale #Crowley

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Mc spoils the RFA + saeran with their perfect bath

guys i love baths. bath bombs, I got a job at bath and body works because i love their products and lush doesn't have a store near me. baths are beautiful wonderful indulgent moments of relaxation and should be treated as sacred and holy times. so here we have MC giving the RFA their perfect bath.

also my master list grows with every new post so be sure to keep an eye on it.

Jumin

-        He has been so stressed its affecting his sleep

-        So tonight your bound and determined to get him to relax

-        He doesn’t usually take baths he’s a shower guy

-        His bathtub is HUGE though (mostly because he knows you love baths)

-        The water is so hot his skin is a little red but not so hot that hit hurts

-        Hot water helps relax the muscles you point out

-        you use a bath bomb that colors the water a deep purple with eco safe silver glitter

-        it’s scented with cedar wood and lavender oil

-        you even dimmed the lights and played cello music to create the optimal relaxation

-        he starts soaking as you pour both of you some wine

-        he asks you to join him saying that it would be “terribly boring” without you

-        you chuckle and slip in with him leaning against his chest

-        he tells you about a new cat business

-        you tell him about teaching Elizabeth the 3rd to do the obstacle course you and he set up

-        you mention that the water looks like the starry night sky and move to kiss him

-        he smiles and catches your chin in his hand to deepen the kiss

-        he thinks he will indulge in baths more often if you will be joining him like this

Yoosung

-        he knows that girls like baths but he’s never really enjoyed them

-        he gets antsy if he sits still too long and shows just seem easier

-        so you decide to show him the light

-        the bathtub at his place isn’t big but you can manage since there isn’t an easy solution

-        the water is another problem it doesn’t get hot enough to be relaxing and certainly not hot enough to stay relaxing through the duration of the soak

-        so you fill up what you can from the tap and add boiling water to bring the overall temp up

-        you have to be really carful to not get it too hot

-        you use a light blue bath bomb with gold glitter its shaped like a shooting start and has a tiny toy inside

-        you do not tell him about the toy the toy is yours

-        its smells like freesia and honey, fresh and lightly sweet

-        you play the LOLOL equivalent of the LOZ great fairy fountain music

-        he grabs your hand as you go to give him privacy and won’t meet your eyes when he asks you to join him

-        you share a bottle of cold cherry flavored sparkling water

-        he tells you about the upcoming LOLOL event and you laugh at his animated hand guesturse splashing around

-        you give him a bubble beard and when you kiss him you pull away with half the bubbles on your own face

-        as great as the bath itself was his favorite part is towel drying your hair because of how messy and super fluffy soft it becomes

Saeyoung

-        broski neglects himself when work gets bad

-        he can get nasty

-        you draw him a bath with the hottest water possible

-        you use a bright red bath bomb with black and gold glitter

-        it smells exactly like fruit loops

-        you also add several rubber duckies (one looks like him and one looks like you)

-        you were not planning to join him really

-        but he splashes you and I mean you where wet already so when in roam

-        you too may or may not play act with the rubber ducky versions of you

-        you pour Dr. pepper into those plastic fake champagne flutes and toast to honey buddah chips

-        you have to ban honey buddah chips from the bath

-        you share memes on each other’s phones

-        and play soft 8-bit music as background noise

-        you wash his hair and hum a lullaby

-        he tries not to get sentimental about a childhood he never had

-        but you can tell he’s getting a bit sad so you squish his face and say “my name is Saeyoung and I deserve love” you have him repeat after you while his face is squished until his laughing again

-        you wrap his hair in a towel hat then laugh when he forgets and his hair dries all crazy

-        bath time becomes a really happy routine for you too

Zen

-        he is familiar with baths they are good for your skin every once in a while

-        he’s read all about the benefits, the pros and cons, what to add what to steer clear of

-        he insists warm not hot water “zen hot water feels the best” “it can irritate our skin jagi!”

-        you concede because he’s basically a human furnace anyway

-        you choose a dye and glitter free bath bomb

-        but it does have seaweed extract, coconut oil, and Epsom salt

-        it smells like rose, lemongrass, and mahogany

-        he puts his hair in a bun to wash separately (what’s good for skin isn’t always good for hair)

-        you both do face masks during the soak and there’s something you really enjoy about seeing him in a face mask

-        it’s one of the few times he looks genuinely silly

-        you talk about the new part he just got and he admits he’s nervous

-        “it’s a romance Jagi what if I can’t act it properly because I’m too busy thinking about you?”

-        he either drinks bear or lemon cucumber water depending on if he has an audition tomorrow

-        if he drinks beer he shares the can with you since he’s trying to cut back for you

-        if it’s the lemon cucumber water absolutely runs the bottom of the ice cold glass against your neck to see you shiver and shudder

-        but then you wiggle against him and he’s starting to have a hard time controlling the beast

Jaehee

-        this girl needs a tropical vacation bad

-        but since you don’t have the money or time you decide a staycation will do

-        bath water is hot enough to steam but you give it time to cool a bit before she gets in

-        you use and orange, yellow bath bomb with gold glitter that looks like the sunrise

-        it smells like guava and mandarin to give it a tropical feel

-        you play ocean sounds and quiet ukulele music

-        you make chamomile and lemongrass ice tea sweetened with honey

-        she chats idly about all the benefits of such a drink and debates whether to add it to the café menu or not

-        you can’t help but chuckle at her workaholic nature as you turn to kiss the tip of her nose

-        you even move a laptop with its webcam covered because everything with the RFA hacker has made y’all hyper aware of the vulnerability of technology

-        to the bathroom counter so you can watch Zen DVD’s while you relax

-        afterwards you paint her nails and discuss new cakes for the café

-        she’ll admit it’s no trip to Hawaii but it was very relaxing

Saeran

-        boy refuses to admit he needs some serious TLC

-        but you coax him in if you say you want to share a bath with him

-        you bring fresh flowers into the bathroom and make sure everything is perfect

-        you use a deep red bath bomb with black glitter

-        its shaped like a skull and he enjoys watching it fizz and bubble before you two get in

-        it smells like a bouquet of gardenias, roses, and lilies

-        you play nature sounds with gentle harp music

-        you make sweet hibiscus tea to share with him

-        he tells you about his latest therapy appointment and you ask him idle questions

-        “did you end up planting all the tulips?”

-        “maybe we should build a bird house! Or install a flower box on the window sill!”

-        “are you gonna dye your hair again? Or let it grow naturally?”

-        A lot of your conversations used to be one sided since he was so unused to make his own decisions

-        So conversations where you gently guide him to find his own ideas are helpful

-        Especially in safe and relaxing environment like this.

-        “I think I’d like to keep it bleached until it grows out” he says cautiously

-        “I think when it grows out on its own it’ll feel like the last of mint eye being washed away, and I hope I’ll be better by then. I hope you’ll stay with me until then.”

-        “always and forever” you assure him kissing his cheek and giggling at his light blush

#mysme #mystic messenger #mm #jumin #jumin han #yoosung #yoosung kim #saeyoung #luciel #707 #seven #zen #hyun ryu #jaehee #jaehee kang #saeran #ray #jumin x mc #yoosung x mc #saeyoung x mc #zen x mc #jaehee x mc #saeran x mc

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About Tastes and Smells, Chamomile and Pomegranates

I was scrolling Tumblr the other day and read a post about using metaphors in sex scenes that include food the writers hadn’t tried themselves. That and the comment talking about pomegranates got me thinking about the tastes and smells in general.

I think association plays a significant role in what is sexy and not. Take rose oil. It’s a warm, heavy scent. Pleasant enough, too. My maternal great-grandma used it as a go-to perfume. It was very popular in her youth. For me, rose oil is comfort, and old people, and also grief and mourning. But I bet for my great-grandpa, it was the smell of his sweetheart. He might have thought about dance halls and late-night walks and stolen kisses when my grandma wore it. For him, the smell of rose oil could have been pretty damn sexy, indeed.

And this holds true with a lot of other smells and tastes. Lavender? Anti-moth bags in the attic. Sea breeze? Youth and freedom. Tangerines, both smell and taste? New Year parties. And so on, and so forth.

So, while for some people, chamomile tea is an awful dirt-tasting poison, others find it calming and its smell pleasant. I had chamomile oil at some point, and I remember its smell as herbal and sweet. A pretty distinct scent. It wasn’t an essential oil but an oil intended for hair and skin, so it was mixed into an inoffensive base. Almond, I think. Which, I believe, is similar to what Jaskier is using in the Witcher because undiluted essential oils not only smell too strongly and would likely be offensive for Geralt, they are a sure-fire way to chemical burns and possibly allergies. Personally, if I were to catch that scent on either Geralt or Jaskier or both, I’m pretty sure I’d develop a pavlovian response to chamomile pretty damn fast.

Now, pomegranates. The only way to use pomegranate in a smutty scene I can come up with is comedic relief.

Scene 1

Imagine character A giving character B a sultry look and biting into a pomegranate.

Character B is watching in disbelief the changes happening in A’s expression. B raises their eyebrows as A spits out the pomegranate.

“Did you—“ B starts, unable to stop a grin from forming on their face. “Did you just bit into a whole pomegranate?” they manage to say.

And A is embarrassed, clearly. They put the pomegranate down, wipe their hand on their clothes. “Yes, that wasn’t a good idea.”

“Not a good—” B starts. They look at each other and just start laughing, giggling, really.

And the mood shifts to soft and fond.

“Come here, you ridiculous thing,” B says, smiling still, when the laughter peters out, and catches A’s lips in a kiss.

Scene 2

And there’s another scene I can imagine with pomegranates. A protagonist is in a dangerous meeting with, say, a mafia boss and an assortment of his advisors, bodyguards, and underlings.

The protagonist, let’s call them P for convenience, has just made their speech. P’s nervous but tries not to show it. Hungry, too, because the only thing P had since that morning was black coffee, and P is sure their empty stomach is about to start rumbling. So P picks up a fruit from a fruit basket without looking. It will make a point, too, P thinks and blasély bites into it.

The mafia boss and all his assorted company watch in stupefied silence as the clearly crazy motherfucker with an absolutely straight face bites and chews a large chunk of pomegranate. Ring, pulp, and all.

A moment passes. P swallows, expression as unconcerned as it's possible to make. P’s face is speckled with tiny red dots, and their fingers are sticky with juice. The pomegranate is slowly bleeding on the carpet.

The mafia boss agrees to whatever P wanted because P is clearly nuttier than a squirrel on crack and tougher than a bucket of nails.

P walks out, the pomegranate still in hand.

Outside, when P makes it past the mafia boss’ property, P chalks the fruit into the nearest bush.

“Blegh!” P says, after trying to wipe their tongue and getting rid of whatever pomegranate parts got stuck in their teeth.

That shit is nasty! P fucking hates pomegranates. And it stains as fuck! Thank fuck P is wearing black today.

I wonder what characters you see in these scenarios?

#writing #smell and taste #the witcher #flash fiction