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charliemwrites · 4 months

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Mafia au with Price perspective

Content: Implied Violence

John, for the life of him, can’t believe he ever ran SpecGru without you.

It’s a hit to his pride to admit it, certainly. That an outsider has discovered a small conspiracy within his own organization less than three months into employment. That, apart from even that, he’s never been less scattered, having someone right by his side remembering details, appointments, bits of information.

Morning smells like Earl Grey and your perfume now. Steam mixing with whatever you’ve spritzed for the day, his own little aroma therapy. Revitalizing after however late the previous night dragged him out.

In general, you’re like a breath of fresh air. A smiley little charm of color and delicacy in his world of saturated shadows, blood and brutality.

Clean-cut dresses with patterned tights, soft-knit scarves. Lace accents and modest stilettos. Thin, sparkly jewelry and smart makeup. The scent of you drowns out the lingering burn of gunpowder; or maybe just transforms it into something heady.

John lingers on your hair. Smooth ponytails, tight coifs, intricate braids. Likes when it’s loose enough to brush you shoulders and neck, a little bounce to it as you toddle in and out of his office.

You’re gorgeous, he knows it like a gun in his hand or the stench of fear in the air. Has encountered (and indulged) in more than his share of stunning women. Women with beautiful smiles, and bright laughter, and sweet voices. Cunning women, too. Women who could outfox all but his best on any given day.

You have all of that in spades, though you’re not the first.

The difference, he thinks, is your sincerity. You’re never anything but honest with him. Even when you maybe shouldn’t be. Not that you share your opinion every time you have one, but if he asks for it, you’ll answer without pulling punches.

Respectful, always. Polite. But scalpels are elegant tools as dangerous as any dagger. You’re not cold by any means, but you’re made of steel. Precise and implacable in some ways. Have never hesitated too look him in the eye and cheerfully explain why he’s wrong.

That, he knows, is a rare commodity.

“I understand this is time sensitive Mister Graves, but raising your voice is not going to open Mister Price’s schedule.”

Your voice goes silky when you get like this. A finely draped, overly pleasant “no” in each word. A wall is still a wall no matter how finely it’s painted.

You’ve just gotten your nails done again, glossy wine red tap-tap-tapping over your customized keyboard. Whatever Philip is saying on the other end does not seem to be impressing you. Soap and Gaz are trying not to snicker. You shoot them an amused look.

“Well, he’s booked every morning for the next two weeks,” you continue.

John is not, in fact, booked every morning for the next two weeks. There are two mornings with two hours open and you’re serenely looking at them on your computer screen. He doesn’t correct you, interested to see how this plays out. You know he hates Philip and are gleefully taking advantage of that fact.

“Well, Mister Graves, a lot of people have time sensitive issues to bring to Mister Price,” you explain, a touch condescending now. “I’m afraid I can’t reschedule them just because you have… a trip to Glasgow, is it?”

You don’t sound impressed. Neither is John. You clear your throat, arch your eyebrows at him. Put up three fingers. He nods.

“I can schedule you in on the 3rd in the evening. Your assistant said you’ll be back by then.”

You blink, an almost smug curve to your lips at whatever is said. A pleasant shiver runs down John’s spine. Philip will just have gotten in then - a full day of travel after whatever business he’s been up to will put him at a disadvantage.

“Well, I’m afraid Mister Price’s next availability won’t be until the… 8th. So shall we schedule something for the 3rd? I can always call if he has a cancellation.”

A pause. Your eyes narrow into a mean little smile at nothing in particular. Practically glowing with satisfaction. Without your attention on him, he shifts a bit.

“Of course, Mister Graves,” you hum. “I can forward your people the details. Have a lovely day now.”

Soap and Gaz start laughing the moment you hand up. You huff at them in amusement, shaking your head, then turn to John.

“Was there anything you needed, sir?” You ask, syrupy sweet.

John snorts and finally approaches your desk, leaning his hip against the edge as he crosses his arms. You tilt your head to give him your full attention, a stray curl falling against your jaw.

“Since you seem to be on rampage,” he says, “I need you to get a reservation for Friday at Muse.”

You blink at him. “Muse? Sir, that’s… don’t they book that place out months in advance?”

He smirks. “Just use my name, luv. I’m sure you’ll have the rest under control.”

You don’t look convinced, but you slide your sticky pad over - light purple clouds, now. With a pink glitter pen.

“How many and what time, sir?”

“Six for eight o’clock.”

You hum as you scrawl it down, pretty round letters that shimmer under the office lights.

“Before you go,” you say as you set the sticky pad aside. “I have those inventory logs from the docks - as well as the incident report from security that evening.”

You pluck up a neat stack of papers, held together by a star-shaped paperclip. Already he can see pink highlighter on the first page, a little memo-note summarizing information for quick review at the top. Somewhere within, you’ve attached a pink tab to something.

“I’ve highlighted anything in the original shipment that wasn’t found in the inventory log,” you explain, tapping at one of them.

He hums, skims the summary, then starts rifling through the papers. Will never admit how much he appreciates the thoroughness, even if he’s comb through every detail himself just to be sure nothing has been missed.

“Oh, also,” you add, spinning the glitter pen between clever fingers, “I think we should maybe set up a camera near that back entrance to the warehouse.”

He pauses. The back entrance where they do the more gruesome aspects of “business.” Odd that you would suggest that.

“Why’s that?”

You hum. “Well, I’m no narc, but I heard from someone who works over there that one of the shipping guys smokes weed with his cousin in that area. Maybe someone saw them and realized that’s a good way in.”

You shrug, leaning back in your seat again. The computer dings, calling your attention. John shoots Soap a glance, who nods and quietly steps out. You don’t seem to notice, clicking your tongue at whatever you see.

“Nicely done, luv,” he says, voice warm in his chest. You beam at him, pleased as always when he recognizes your hard work. “I’ll call if I need anything else.”

“Yes, sir,” you reply.

Twenty minutes later, you tap lightly at the open door to his office.

“Got the reservation!” You announce, a funny little smile on your face. “They were so nice about it too. What are you, some kind of mafia boss?”

He chuckles at your joke, shaking his head.

How did he ever manage all this without you?

#cod #my writing #fanfiction #reader fic #oddly wholesome for a mafia au #mafia au #mafia boss price #assistant reader

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gmanwhore · 19 days

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The inhabitants of Sunshine Terrace/Apartment Block 5598: Personal notes by The dOOrman! You know. The doorman. Of Sunshine Terrace.

Roman Stilinsky: Pleasant. Like no real stuff for him. We rarely ever talk. I mean, like. We talk enough for me to know him I guess? He hates the taste of black tea and he likes jazz. That’s all I really know.

Lois Stilinsky: She’s a bit of a gossip, and is probably the best at makeup in the whole apartment! She’s not a huge fan of having to keep her looks the same all the time. She loves the smell of grapefruit and her favorite perfume smells like it.

Robertsky Peachman: He doesn’t talk much! He’s not stupid like some people think, he’s just like that. He’s a hard worker and I can respect that. He can’t stand loud noises.

Albertsky Peachman: He can be just a bit rude, but it’s ok. It’s not often. He just wants to get home. I just don’t think he likes people all that much. He always shuts the door to the front lobby behind him even if it closes on its own.

Angus Ciprianni: I don’t have mush to say anything but he is so fake. He also throws a lot of parties to literally everyone’s annoyance. Especially me! His shoelaces are fake, he can’t tie them and he hates birds.

Selenne and Elenois Sverchtz: They are the faces of the “sameness is beauty” movement, a new trend encouraging people to stick to particular outfits and looks and not change them. As twins they were deemed the perfect candidates for this. They are a bit uncanny as they do in fact. Just act like the same person just reflected in a mirror. They also have cats. Two. They are twins. They are pleasant to be around, but tend to leave other people out of their inside jokes. One of their jokes is laughing at palimdromes.

Arnold Schmicht: He used to be a horror writer before. Ten years ago. He is not trying horror writer anymore, he tends towards more domestic pieces generally inspired by our neighbours. I’ve read a few of his books, both old and recent. I find his new pieces also have a certain sense of dread built into them, like he wants so desperately to explore those darer topics again. You also wouldn’t clock him as a horror writer! He loves jokes, and is a very bright, talkative man. He’s also just great to hang out with. He loves being asked about his latest project, and he likes eating lemons like oranges.

Gloria Schmict: She isn’t as done with everything as she looks! She’s just usually really tired after a long day of helping people at the bank. She has quite the dry sense of humour, but that doesn’t mean she’s not fun to talk to! She’s one of the most observant of my neighbours, which also makes her slightly paranoid. I definitely get it, though. We have a sort of solidarity I think. She’s afraid of spiders, but she likes snakes. Her favorite colour is yellow.

Izaack Gauss: Despite his general air, he’s actually really easy to talk to. While I’m not close with him at all I get why people like him. He swears by using Gerome’s Hair Gel, it’s the only brand he uses. He also can’t stand the taste of mint unless it’s mixed in with something.

Margarette Bubbles: Her favorite things to sew are dresses, and she actually specialises in bridesmaid’s dresses though she does do general repairs for people. She always has her bag of sewing materials on hand, and has a great eye for colour. She actually can’t really see out of her lazy eye, though she has horrible depth perception because of it. She’s a gossip QUEEN and knows quite a bit. Her house is really comfortable, and she has a lot of hand-sewn dog stuffed animals there since she loves dogs but can’t have them. She has a bias for St. Brenards. She makes the BEST turnovers I have ever eaten and she refuses to tell me her secret to them. Her favorite colours are burnt orange and royal purple, and she loves the smell of pine.

Nacha Mikaelys: She almost always has something sticking out her hair, things just get tangled there! She says she’s been meaning to cut her hair for a while but she’s worried about getting mistaken for a doppleganger so she’s waiting until we have to get new ids. She’s really loud, but in a good way! She wears jewlery usually, she says she has a little bag for her earrings and bracelets for when she’s cooking. She owns a chef hat for home but doesn’t wear one at work. She collects her daughter’s broken slinkies and keeps them in her purse and she has a locket she refuses to tall me what’s in. She loves banana bread and her favorite animals are pigeons. She also has lovespoons hanging up in her apartment!

Anastacha Mikaelys: She doesn’t really like people, she gets overwhelmed easily in social situations so she avoids them. She likes slinkies, and the smell of normal household soap. She actually has a huge slinky collection, but she only lets you see them or play with them if she trusts you. She wants a hamster, and Nacha told me not to tell her but Nacha is saving up to suprise her.

Mia Stone: She doesn’t believe fully in the dopplegangers and can be quite rude when coming through! She almost always “forgets” to tell me when she leaves so I can’t add her to my list. She is curt and to the point when she talks, and tends to overexplain things. Then again she works with small kids so I can let that slide. She knows how to tango.

Dr. W. Afton: He also thinks having a doorman is stupid, but he’s a bit ruder. He doesn’t really say hello to me and tends to turn his whole body to the door when I say he’s cleared to go. I think he doesn’t like the wait. His favorite colour is olive green.

Francis Mosses: He isn’t all that interesting. He doesn’t hate his job, but he doesn’t like it. He jokes about just sleeping in his car a lot, and sometimes he just. Randomly breaks into scared ranting about our situation. He tends to stay alone, and when I went over to his house once it was. Kinda depressing, it didn’t feel like he actually lived there at all. He likes ribbons and collects them off the street, and he says his favorite colour is scarlet.

Steven Rudboys: He’s much less serious than he comes off. He speaks quietly and mumbles a lot, but he gets loud when he’s excited. He has a passion for the history of planes, but not really of flying. He only really became a pilot because he struggles with doing matinence on the planes. He likes puns, and when he realizes he has an in he lights up a bit. He likes cats and birds, and he’s really good at making a duck call.

Mclooy Rudboys: He called me “sweetheart” once and I tried blowing him up with my mind. He makes jokes about his son possibly not being his??? He’s divorced at least three times and told me “he’s lost count” and apparently he fought in World War 2 and retired from being a pilot after that. He likes eagles and only smokes cigars.

Alf Cappuccin: He’s sort of hard of hearing and tends to not like. Understand what I’m saying so I have to use cards so he gets what I’m saying. He’s a few years younger than McClooy. He likes his porridge with brown sugar and raspberries and he likes the smell of brown paper bags.

Rafttellyn Cappuccin: Rafttellyn tends to be quite nervous and timid, she doesn’t really talk much. She has the highest voice by far. She dyes her hair, it’s actually grey but she gets a bit nervous about it. She loves apples and always has them in a wooden bowl on her table. Her perfume smells like old roses.

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jarofstyles · 7 months

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FICTOBER DAY 4- Have You Done This Before?

Helllooo… here is a nice little blurb for today. 🧛🏽‍♀️

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Warnings- vampires, talks of blood, murder, etc

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“Have you done this before?” Harry whispered against her hair as he felt her leaning her head back on to a cool shoulder. He was asking even though he already knew the answer. Foreplay. Flashy red lights lit up the club, the crowd thick and preoccupied. His prize, the pick of the night allowing his hands to wander around her body, the red velvet slip dress making his cock ache.

Y/N knew going to a club known for being a vampire hang out, aka a blood bank, was risky. Some could say she was having a quarter life crisis, some could say she was going through it, but she was tired of sticking to the books and her bed. She’d rarely been one to take a risk, more apt to listening to a raunchy audiobook as she cleaned up from baking her cinnamon rolls to take to work as a treat for her coworkers the next day. Showing up somewhere that had you sign a waiver to get inside to let you know you were responsible for your own safety if you left the premises had been chilling, but she knew that she had to take a shot.

“No.” She whispered, eyes closing as the taller vampire pulled her closer against his body. The frosty tip of his nose ghosted the side of her cheek making her breath catch in her throat, the large hand resting on her hips keeping her pulled up against him as they moved to the music. Harry had zeroed in on her as soon as she walked inside. Most people had been watching, the obvious uptick in her pulse showing her excitement or nerves and the brand new scent intriguing most of them. It was always fun to see a newbie, but this one in particular had his fangs growing without his permission.

Her scent was divine, decadent, every delicious word. Sweet. So, so sweet, like cinnamon and vanilla and a bit of ginger. It wasn’t the artificial type that came with human made perfumes, the kind that made a sticky coating in the back of his throat that he despised. No, she smelled like homemade, fresh sweets. He’d always been known to have a sweet tooth. He’d wasted little time in approaching, not bothering to go with the usual hunt of the prey tactic. It was obvious Y/N was a rare one with that sort of potent, perfect scent, and Harry was selfish. He’d never claim otherwise.

She had been easy to charm once he soothed her worries, explaining how it worked. How people enjoyed the feeling of the venom, like a high. How it was intimate and hot and that’s why there were private areas for bites and the after activities. Harry usually liked that, less of a problem, but tonight? Harry was thinking about getting his food to go.

“Well… Will you let me, sweetness?” He purred, inhaling her scent as his nose dipped into the curve of her jaw. A groan from him vibrated against her back, his words smooth and sultry as he continued. “Let me take you home where I can ravish you. I can smell how wet you’ve been getting for me. I can hear your excitement. The blood is rushing through your veins, your heart is pumping… All for me.” His grip tightened, his length pressing into her ass as she submitted to his movements.

He was thick, impossibly hard and bigger than she had expected. The rumors were true, then. Vampires were more well endowed than humans.. Y/N hadn’t known if she would prove that as a myth tonight, but the thumping between her thighs was making the choice for her.

“A-Are you going to bite me when you’re inside me?” The thought was spilled without her permission, thinking out loud as his lips pressed against her jaw. There was a pause before a soft pained noise left his throat, rubbing himself against the thin material of her dress.

“Yes. I want to taste it. I know you’ll be even sweeter when you’re cumming around my cock.” He breathed. “I’ll give it to you for as long as you can take it, sweet little thing. Have t’make sure you’ll come back to see me, don’t we?” His lips moved further south, her body stiffening momentarily before melting into him once she felt them brush over a specific spot. The vampire could feel her pulse, each woosh of her blood moving in the artery. Such a strong beat, his balls heavy with his arousal as she tilted to the side for him. She was a natural, something not many people were.

With her scent and her body reacting so positively to him, it did make him wonder how she couldn’t have found her way sooner. There was no way she wasn’t fated for a vampire, but he wasn’t going to think much more on it. He was worked up and hungry. For her body and her blood.

“I’ll take you home and get you comfortable… But before we leave, may I have a taste?”

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ineed-to-sleep · 3 months

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Tagged by @seldaryne <3

I'm tagging @alongtidesoflight , @peachshroom , @boghermit to share some BG3 oc info if you'd like! ^^

And anyone who wants to do this, pls consider yourself tagged and feel free to tag me so I can see your oc!

Name: Nawen Farlong

Nickname(s): No specific nicknames, though she does get "darling" from Astarion and "soldier" from Karlach. She's generally more often the one that gives people nicknames instead of receiving them skdhakd Astarion gets "angel" and "kitten" a lot, Shadowheart gets "my heart" and "my love" and Karlach usually gets "general"(a lot of the nicknames she gives were initially meant with sarcasm, but after a while became actual terms of endearment).

Pronouns: She/her

Star sign: Whatever the in-universe equivalent of a scorpio is

Height: 5'3" with the attitude of 6'4"

Orientation: Everyone is game. If she were a romance option, rest assured you could probably romance her, as long as you're being a cunt ♡

Race: Half-drow

Romancing: Astarion, but it's kinda hard to tell unless you spend a long time with them. Astarion isn't 100% comfortable with touching and she's not fond of PDA(she gets all light headed and giggly with physical affection and she hates being seen like that by most people. it breaks the bad bitch fantasy). You could see them occasionally flirting or teasing each other but they're also just Like That with most people, so it's hard to tell if they're really an item. They mostly look like coworkers. Partners in crime if you will.

Favorite fruit: She doesn't really have a particular favorite. She likes melon pies and cranberry wine, so by association she might feel more inclined to like those fruits, but nothing she's too crazy about.

Favorite season: She generally likes fall and spring, when it's not too hot out but not too cold either. Wearing too many layers of clothing makes her feel trapped and constrained, and as much as she likes showing skin, warmer temperatures make wearing armor extra uncomfortable, so middle of the road is her favorite.

Favorite flower: It's a tie between lavender and jasmine- lavender providing one of her favorite scents and jasmine one of her favorite teas. She's also fond of water lilies, graceful reminders of the wetlands she grew up in.

Favorite scent: She's never been one for dedicated worship but loves the smell of incense you usually find in temples. She rarely gets inside temples, but when she does she usually comes out with at least a couple "borrowed" incense sticks. Her favorite varieties are lavender and rosemary scents. Other than that, she likes very subtle perfumes that you can only really smell if you get your nose right up on her neck.

Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: Tea. Coffee tends to make her shaky and more anxious, and hot chocolate tends to be a bit too sweet for her tastes. Tea usually helps calm her nerves, so she feels encouraged to drink it quite often.

Average sleep hours: This woman is paranoid and right after popping out of the nautiloid she gets maybe a total of 2-4 hrs of sleep a night. She knows she needs to sleep to function like a human being the next day, but because of a constant fear of attack and distrust for her companions, her sleep time is sectioned and she wakes up several times during the night because there was a weird noise or her internal clock said "ok you've had enough, get up and do the rounds for the 100th time". She always gets up earlier than everyone else. She gets a bit more comfortable as she starts to trust the people around her, but bad habits die hard and it'll be years before she can get an actual full night of rest.

Dogs or cats: She likes animals in general, and her favorites are little mice(quick, can get in and out of places really easily, make for great messengers and easy-to-hide-in-your-pocket pets), but if she had to choose between cats and dogs, cats would probably win, just because they're usually quieter companions and she feels she has more in common with them than with dogs.

Dream trip: She's been to most major cities along the sword coast and is honestly a little bit sick of the place by now. She also has a bit of an aversion to the underdark due to having her differences with some of the locals. Overall, she would love to visit other places in Faerun, maybe farther up north. She's also always been curious about Candlekeep, not because of the endless book collection, but because of rumors of hidden magic and strange creatures living beneath its halls.

Amount of blankets: None at all, if she can help it. Blankets can get in the way if you need to get up quickly in the middle of the night or struggle with an attacker- not that it's happened to her before, noo, nothing embarrassing like that. But she'd rather prevent any mishaps.

Random fact(s):

She gets new piercings on her ears by the beginning of act 3, courtesy of Shadowheart, and helps her change her hair in return.

She and Karlach have the most unexpected friendship and she would probably die for Karlach while Karlach really believes she could fix her.

She's a magic nerd and can often keep up with Gale when discussing the arcane(usually alienating everyone else in the party from the conversation).

She fights with double rapiers instead of double daggers or swords because she understood, from a very early age, how to serve cunt.

#bg3 #tav #bg3 tav #oc.nawen #tag game #iloveyou tag games iloveyou free chance to infodump #every time I get to infodump my lifespan is extended by at least a couple months

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tommyssupercoolblog · 6 months

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How does scent work?

hi!!! i assume this is a misce question???

generally speaking, if you're trying to get into misceanimalis and want a scent, you'd pick a scent you thinks best represents you (and generally also your secondary gender as part of that- most omegas will pick feminine or sugary scents, for example), and hunt down a perfume or cologne with that smell. You can also match it with shampoos, conditioners, etc. if you're REALLY particular about it being one brand's, exact same, version of that smell? Well some companies, like bath and body works, will release multiple products with the exact same scent- so you could start there!!! alternatives (or just other ways to add it as well) include essential oils, lotion, laundry detergent/sheets, necklaces or jewlery with the scent contained in them (generally made using essential oils or other liquid scents in like, a glass bead or vial), and just. having a scent listed on your blog but not going out of your way to pursue it. or not having one at all!!! for mine I use, again, bath and body works, and I have the perfume and lotion :) I don't use them every single day because, like, i don't even get DRESSED out of my pajamas every day let alone do my perfume or add accessories or anything, lmao, and also because as an alter in a system i'm not always in front. like 9 times out of 10 i am but still. ((((plus even when i am and we do wanna put on some sorta smelly stuff, Seán has his own stuff he likes, too. sometimes we even just. wear both of them at the same time.)))) IF YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT OMEGAVERSE IN GENERAL AND/OR WHY MISCE PPL DO THIS, PLEAS LOOK UNDER THE CUT!!!! :D

because omegaverse is based around the disproven wolves hierarchy, other aspects of biology, unrelated to the heats/ruts part, are often also influenced by animal stuff. case in point, scent.

most mammals can gain lots of information through smell about each other, including health, mood, a personalized "this is insert person" smell, and in A/B/O, a persons hierarchy or secondary gender. it varies from animal to animal, but you get the idea; smell is IMPORTANT, and you, as an individual, have a smell.

the idea is that scent glands on your body (especially neck/cheek areas because, animals, so like. scent marking things by rubbing your face on them is a BIG THING) would carry these scents and that info around. of course, if you have a pet cat or dog or something, they can already smell info from you. but humans generally can't pick up on these things from scent- even when you smell like, sweat, it doesn't smell like a specific PERSON most of the time. like, look me in the eyes and tell me you could pick your best friend's smell out of like, the smell of everyone you know. you couldn't, and i'd have to make every participant run 80 laps before you could smell anything at all from even one of them. so, when people are part of misce and emulating the lifestyles and identities of omegaverse worldbuilding/culture, the best way to replicate this system is with things like perfume. you might not know generally what people smell like, but if your ex used a specific cologne or perfume (OR EVEN just the same hair products and dryer sheets) all the time and you caught a wiff at the supermarket, you're probably going to immediately recognize it and think of them. as for the aformentioned gender of it all, tons of fics have specific kinds of smells associated with certain genders, and in general, flowery scents and fruit or dessert scents are assosiated with omegas, more musky scents (and sometimes like. what, raw meat? barbeque sause? but that's way rare compared to the everpresent "this omega smells like a cookie") are associated with alphas, and betas usually get androgynous or subtler scents, and sometimes scents that are just like. "insert whatever plant/nature thing that isn't a flower or something dark/musky smelling here". sometimes they don't have scents at all. I think this is a byproduct of the personality in the gender stereotypes, and how we associate those with smell. o megas are generally sweet and nurturing, and people associate that with sweet things (sweet means sweet) or flowers because of the "nurturing = woman or mom" thing and how flowers are heavily used in women's products. Alphas are meant to be aggressive leaders who are like, the elephant in the room almost, and kinda intimidating, so something dark and "!!!!!!!" is very much on the table, and again, that also ties into masculinity. Betas as a third gender in a society where most of us grew up with two get the leftovers, and also they're generally seen as more of just...pleasant agreeable support figures who hang out around the others and chill, so that results in more mellow, "calming" scents, and if all your characters have plant or nature smells you're probably going to try and find that for the betas too. (or again, just say they don't have one at all for easiness's sake.) not everyone sees scent as gendered though and even those that do might be scent-nonconforming. the general idea is, "This is the smell that represents me and makes me recognizable in my community. When you smell this smell, or at least my version of it, it's easy to guess that i'm nearby. If something has my scent on it, then it's mine, back off; and that includes my mate (again, nuzzling/mixing scents), so don't try me"

I hope this helps!!!

#miscefelis #miscecanis #a/b/o lifestyle #misceanimalis #miscelupus #omegaverse lifestyle #omegaverse #miscecanis lifestyle #i made a textpost #asks #asks answered #a/b/o

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emotionallychargedtowel · 8 months

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The idea of figuring out what the Only Friends characters smell like came up in a discussion I was having and it made me want to assign everyone a fragrance--like, the perfume/cologne kind, not just some kind of smell. What follows is not based on any close reading of the show and is full of stuff I made up but it's made-up stuff that is consistent with how I'm currently thinking about the characters (without having had the repeated viewings or having engaged in the detailed analysis some have with this show). So, you know, nothing serious. But I enjoyed writing it.

Top: Cuir Oud Padishah (Auphorie)

Top prides himself on knowing about niche things that are considered high-quality by discriminating people so of course he likes Auphorie. The fact that the label is from Southeast Asia (Malaysia, specifically) appeals to him as well. This fragrance is heavy on animalic, musky notes which I think Top would think makes him some kind of sexy badass (it doesn't), and it has a prominent oud note, and the rare and fancy aspect of oud is something that would appeal to his snobby side. Whenever someone compliments Top on this fragrance he launches into a whole spiel about Auphorie and small-batch natural perfumery that comes off as pedantic to anyone who isn't already convinced he's the second coming.

Mew: En Passant (Frederic Malle)

Mew likes that this is from a fancy, niche label that isn't that well-known, and he likes that it's a unisex scent because he likes being a little hard to pin down in that department, but his favorite thing about this fragrance is that the combination of lilac, cucumber, and springy green notes reads as really innocent while actually being low-key alluring. The sweet drydown is another aspect that is like the version of himself that Mew presents to the world. Someone on Fragrantica pointed out that "en passant" is, among other things, the name of a chess move in which a player captures an opponent's pawn while passing by them during an opening move and I think that is just so Mew.

Sand: L'Eau d'Issey Pour Homme (Issey Miyake)

This is a pretty affordable fragrance but definitely an interesting enough composition to interest a guy like Sand who is a little particular when it comes to his aesthetic preferences. It's also from the 90s, like some other things Sand likes, and I can totally see him checking ebay to get a vintage bottle. In theory it hasn't been reformulated but he'd be convinced that older was better. This would also be a likely crowd pleaser across genders which is something Sand would be into. L'Eau d'Issey (the fragrance for women, which came first) was kind of an un-perfume perfume, fresh and translucent but practically nonexistent. The Pour Homme variant is more balanced thanks to some low end from woody, aromatic, and spicy notes. It's still on the subtler side, though, so he wouldn't have to worry about seeming like he's trying too hard even if he oversprayed, and you know Sand has a horror of seeming like he's trying too hard. My choice of this fragrance for Sand may be influenced by a certain singer/guitar player/songwriter person I dated in the early 2000s who was very popular with his gender of choice, had a whole collection of different-colored Converse low-tops with contrasting shoelaces, and used to spray a puff of L'Eau d'Issey Pour Homme into the air in front of him then step into the cloud because a girl taught him to do that once.

Ray: Philosykos (Diptyque)

This was Ray's mom's signature perfume. It's distinctive and sophisticated but easy to like, exactly how she wanted people to see her. She's kind of like Ray in that way--like him, she was high-maintenance but always wanted to seem just the opposite. The shift from mother to son worked out well because it's a very gender-neutral fragrance. At first Ray wore it in remembrance of his mom and then he just stopped thinking about it and just kept wearing it out of habit. He can hardly perceive it anymore after all these years but every so often he gets complimented by a stranger and it makes him get a little bit full of himself. Philosykos often gets described as the photorealistic scent of a fig tree--not the fruit, but the whole tree--and Ray likes to imagine that it's the smell of a particular tree someone would remember fondly from their family home even though he has never felt that rooted in any place ever.

Boston: Sauvage (Dior)

Boston's taste in fragrances is basic as fuck but that works really well for him, because what he needs is something that appeals to the lowest common denominator of dudes. He secretly wishes this was more overpriced because while he doesn't like to admit he's a rich kid, he has a secret love of pointlessly exclusive things. But he gets more attention with this one than he did when he wore Gucci Guilty so he keeps wearing it. He originally tried it because he saw a review by some straight guy complaining that he didn't get compliments from women on this scent, only other dudes, and he's had the same experience, but doesn't see it as a problem for obvious reasons. Boston has become inured to the smell of this stuff and barely notices it anymore, but then he barely noticed it in the first place. It was and is only a means to an end for him.

Nick: Bleu de Chanel (Chanel)

Nick's last job was at a kiosk in a mall and he used to visit the perfume section of this one department store on breaks because a hot guy worked there. The hot guy recommended this stuff, and when Nick smelled it he thought it smelled like something an extremely cool and attractive person would wear. After that he was determined to get it somehow despite its ridiculous price tag. He never got the hot guy's number but he did convince him to sell him a half-empty tester of this under the table for (relatively) cheap. He uses it sparingly to try to make it last but sometimes he sprays it on his sheets and pretends the hot guy from the perfume counter stayed over.

If you like this, you might be interested in my post on osmanthus fragrans, a.k.a. tea olive, and its significance to Utsukushii Kare.

#only friends the series #this is 90% made up #BL smells

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viscerax · 1 year

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could you do one bruce yamada x reader, where she is super shy and when (which bruce fell in love with) and he confesses his love for her, she doesn't find a way to express that she also likes him?😞🙏, I really like him and I don't I've seen nobody write about him except you 🤭

My Baseball Star

Pairings- Bruce Yamada x fem!reader

Plot- in the ask

A/n- oh boy oh boy first writing I've done in a while olz forgive me yall

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The cold relief of lemonade hit your tongue, and you let out a relieved sigh. The Colorado summers weren't absolutely horrible, but being stuck outside, surrounded by sticky kids and sweat middle aged dads who got in your face and smelled like they hadn't showered in days, made it seem like you were being suffocated by the heat. Not to mention the yelling, or the burning hot bleachers. That's what you get when your friends drag you to a baseball game then abandon you to go flirt with the boys on the team.

Social outings weren't really your 'forte'. You'd rather stay at home, sat in front of the fan and reading Nancy Drew books or painting. And yet, you were practically dragged out of the house like a child, and forced to be squeezed between some 3 year old slobbering over cheerios, and somebody's mom whom was awfully loud and smelled like she took baths in perfume.

You tried to focus on the game rather then your surroundings, and you found yourself watching a particular player, Bruce Yamada. He was pretty, so it was no wonder why all the girls had a crush on him. Even one of your friends seemed to fawn over him, squealing up by the cage when he winked at her. You felt an odd pang of jealousy.

"I could never even have a chance with him! Why am I jealous?"

You huffed and suddenly stood up, squeezing past the dozens of people on the bleachers and slowly walking down the steps, your white sun dress gently blowing in the breeze. You went down to stand next to your friends, who took a few seconds to even notice you were there.

"Oh, there you are, Y/n! Enjoying the game?" One of your friends, Stacy hummed.

You shrugged. "Its... alright." You hummed and averted your gaze to the game in front of you. Your eyes of course landed on the infamous Bruce Yamada again, and you swear he was looking directly at you, and smiling. Your cheeks quickly brightened to a shade of red, much to Stacy's amusement.

"Ooooh- I think Y/n has a crushhhh!!" She cooed and all your other friends whooped and whistled. It was rare you ever talked about your love life because well, it was practically non-existent. "So, who is it? That shaggy haired boy on the other team? Oooh, is it Tommy? He's cute. Seems like your type."

"Uhm- its actually-" you sighed and glanced around, hoping none of Bruce's friends were nearby. "-Bruce. Uhm, Bruce yamada."

Stacy looked surprised. "Bruce, hm? He doesn't really seem like your type. Althoughi do have to admit he is pretty cute." Stacy seemed to he in deep thought when another friend, Leslie piped in.

"Well, you know what they say. Opposites attract. I think they would he kind of cute together. You should totally shoot your shot, Y/n!"

You urgently shook your head in protest. "Nope, no way! Never. I don't have a chance with him. I'm not up for embarrassing myself today." You huffed and looked away, your cheeks still bright red, although that could be attributed to the heat.

"Oh come on! You're a total babe! Of course you have a chance with him. In fact, hes stupid if he rejects you! You're a catch!" Stacy giggled and nudged you in the side. You stumbled a bit and shook your head.

"I just- I don't know. He's way out of my league." You shrugged and leaned against the cage again. Stacy rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the game.

After the game was over, Stacy dragged you along with her to go talk to the boys. You were hesitant to even approach them, but when you pictured the mental image of you standing off to the side while your friends all talked to their boy crushes, you decided you would look much more awkward if you didn't talk to them. Your palms got all sweaty as you shuffled behind your group of friends. They each branched off to talk to their crushes or boyfriends, and it ended up with you listening to one of the boys flirt with Stacy.

You could care less about that conversation though. What you were more interested in was the taller boy who sauntered his way over with the grace of a fall leaf sinking to the floor. Even the way he walked was entrancing. Sure, that was a creepy thought, but its not like you were going to say that to him.

Bruce had finally stopped a foot away from you and smiled, reaching out his calloused hand. You awkwardly shook his hand, and he chuckled, giving you a charming smile. You tried to smile back, but cringed at how much your lips quivered.

"I'm Bruce. What is the name of this pretty lady standing in front of me?" Bruce shook your hand before gently placing a kiss on your knuckles.

Oh, this boy had class.

You blushed heavily, and words struggled to roll off your tongue. "Uh-uhm..." you took a deep breath, trying to calm your shaky breath. "I'm Y/n. I-its a pleasure to meet you, Bruce. You uhm- you play really well." Your words were broken up and shaky, but at least they were comprehensible.

"Oh- well thank you, Ms. Y/n. Its a pleasure to meet you as well." Bruce hummed, pulling a wrinkled up paper out of his pocket. "You're quite the beauty. How about after I get washed up, me and you go off and get some milkshakes, maybe go see a movie?"

Your heart dropped. And not in the bad way. In the way where your breaths get all shaky, and you feel like maybe you'll start floating.

You just kind of stood, a blank expression on your face, and Bruce had an apprehensive look on his face. "If you don't want to, that's cool to. Just couldn't pass up on an opportunity like this." He smiled and tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. Heat immediately followed the spot where his fingers brushed your cheek.

"I'll tell you what, I'll give you my number, when you make up your mind, give me a call, okay?" He smiled and clasped the crumpled up paper into your hand before winking and turning around to join the rest of his team, who had already began walking off.

Stacy ran over to you, a giddy smile on her face. "Oh my God, Y/n! Hes totally into you. I cod see it from a mile away. Are you gonna go on a date with him? You have to let me know how it goes!"

You nodded, and before you knew it, you were at home, nervously dialing the numbers messily scribbled. You almost hung up the moment the phone started ringing.

"Yamada residence?" A nice, feminine voice sounded from the other side of the phone. She had a bit of an accent, but you could still easily decipher her words.

"H-hi! Uhm- is Bruce home?" You nervously stuttered, your feet shuffling nervously against the floor.

"Yes he is, may I ask who is calling?"

"Uh-uhm, its Y/n."

"One minute hun." She hummed and you could faintly hear her shout for Bruce, informing him that it was you calling.

A few seconds later, the phone was passed off to Bruce. "Hey, made up your mind?" Bruce's charismatic voice hummed from the other line, and your heart skipped a beat.

"Uh-uhm yeah. H-how does 6 s-sound?" Your voice was weak and cracked at least 4 times, but you finally said it.

"Sure. I'll be there to pick you up." He hummed and before he could say anything else, you hung up the phone and let put a squeal of excitement.

Despite all your nerves and anxiety, you broke past that one barrier, and now you were on your way to a date with the hottest boy in town.

#the black phone #the black phone x reader #bruce yamada x reader #bruce yamada x fem!reader #bruce yamada

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guiraguira · 1 year

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Hello! I'm a newer fan of yours and I saw your requests were open! If you've closed them by now I do apologize, I must have missed it on your page.

But if they are...

Could I request Hitoya/Fem!Reader getting romantic and naughty while attending a friend's wedding? 😵‍💫

Naughty Guests!🔥

Hello! I still have the applications open so yes! I think that if the reader gets a little naughty Hitoya would not be left behind.

Warnings: mild nsfw. slightly daring kisses and interrupted cock warming

Hitoya x fem reader!

° Usually Hitoya doesn't wear those elegant tailor-made suits that he has saved, but today was a special day and he had bought you a dress that matched his suit, for him it was very important that they be dressed like that. Being a friend's wedding, he didn't want to stand out more than them, but it seemed like a nice detail.

° What also seemed cute to him was how happy you were and how you praised his outfit. I really thought he looked good, but if you highlighted him he would wear those suits more often. Obviously he was delighted with how you looked in that dress, he seriously thought they should attend more events like this just to see you wear another dainty dress.

° The night had advanced and the ceremony took place without problems, so everyone went to enjoy the party in the open air. They barely had time to greet the happy couple who were being congratulated in quantity by the other guests.

° They shared a table with other people they did not know, so the conversations were quite scarce. You still can't get it out of your head how good that suit looks on him, framing his chest and thighs in a way you rarely get a chance to see. Running a hand under his tablecloth, you caress his knee and start to climb it, testing his limit, but he's the one who surprises you.

° Instead of rejecting you, he places a hand on yours and invites you to go further. You glance at him sideways, hoping he's at least a little nervous, but there's no big reaction, just a smirk. While he talks to those present at the table. You withdraw from it for fear of what could happen at this moment, they would already have time to play.

° A couple of drinks later, most of the guests had forgotten that this was a wedding celebration and were just enjoying themselves his way. You guys had been on the dance floor for a while, when slow songs were still playing. Dancing with your hands on his neck and his on your back, staring at each other from very close, sharing weak kisses that gradually increased in intensity.

° Relaxing they moved away from the crowd to get some fresh air and chat with other acquaintances. Embracing Hitoya, your hand encircled his waist to rest inside his front pocket. Instead he kept his hand on your hip giving gentle squeezes from time to time. Soon those friends drifted away and they were finally alone.

° With nothing in particular to do they just stayed in that position, enjoying each other's company. His perfume was particularly nice today and you couldn't help getting closer to smell him better, closing your eyes.

° "What's up? Is it the suit or the wedding?" Ask resting his head on yours, careful not to ruffle your hair. "Hmm?" Insist again since you do not respond and you are particularly cuddly. You turn to face him, stopping for a second in his eyes.

° ahh he knows that look and is prepared for whatever you try, he can return it and without flinching, he loves to play with you like that.

° You grab his tie, pulling it down a bit to your height. He resists a bit but complies with what you ask and allows you to kiss his mole. He laughs in a way that rumbles in your chest as he offers you the other half of his face "Aren't you going to match that?" holding his tie you kiss from the other side too.

° he grabs your hand kissing your knuckles. You want to go a little further in your daring, but there are so many people that you are afraid of being discovered. Hitoya instead continues to tease you, kissing the inside of your wrist and biting your delicate skin. When he leaves a kiss on your neckline, tickling you with his beard, you lose your shame.

° Deliberately touching his belt, forcing the buckle to give way and open. "No… s/o…" he laugh without stopping you "just a little?" you try to pinch his butt but you are intercepted first and you complain. "Only if you tell me something nice" taking one of his hands to your mouth you suck two fingers erotically, ending with a sucking noise. "I adore your firm, calloused hands, could you keep holding my soft, inexperienced hands for the rest of your life, my dear?" holding onto her hand you lean over her, keeping her close to you.

° Your sharp look made him lose concentration and lose the act "what did you just say?" Holding your face with one hand, he waits for you to explain yourself "you asked me for something nice and I can't imagine anything nicer than continuing to share my days with you" you say it in such a beautiful way that you make him blush and unleash a swarm of butterflies in his stomach .

° He expected you to say some dirty and seductive rudeness, not that you declare yourself in such a tender way destroying his mind, leaving him speechless. "Honey, I swear these hands won't leave you until you ask them to and I still doubt I can get them to leave you, but for now they will guide you to a less poetic place."

° He searches at full speed for a more secluded place but the only thing he gets is a couple of bushes that simulate a wall. Sitting on the floor, losing all elegance, he pats his legs so that you sit on him. Your agitated heart explodes with love for this man who, under the armor of an irresistible conqueror, is actually easily reached by your affection, returning your affection with the same magnitude that you give him.

° Kissing him softly, you gasp into his mouth, pulling a small lock at the nape of his neck. His hands wrap around your waist, holding you still on his shaft as it slowly begins to harden and throb over your entrance, but his fun is ruined when they are called up for a toast.

° Visibly excited and wanting to continue, they settle in as best as possible to participate in the blessed toast. With one last kiss they lead the crowd of people by the hand, laughing with a certain complicity, because they know very well that they could have continued there without problems.

° After all, if this ends sooner, they could get home sooner, where no one would bother and they could end their passionate affair that can hardly continue to be delayed.

#hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #hypmic x reader #hypmic #hypmic imagines #hypmic headcanons #hypnosis mic x reader #bad ass temple #amaguni hitoya #hitoya x reader #hypmic hitoya #hitoya amaguni

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nahiyasha · 8 months

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my love mine all mine: an open letter to my past self

dear j,

your love doesn't belong solely to you now. though this may seem unfair, believe me when i say that this phase of your life is the most beautiful experience that you have practiced your love with another. sure, you have practiced your love by means of poetry, stories, art, music, and even in the murmurs of your nightly prayers. i have no doubt that those experiences are also beautiful. but this one in particular involves a sweet and lovely breathing entity that you can finally see, touch, smell, hear, and taste—all in one, a love so heavenly unearthly.

love used to be in fragments for you. surprisingly, now, it sees the whole side of you that you always kept hidden from the world. it can hold your hand whenever you're feeling sad. it can smell your rosy freshly-washed hair and it can also notice the moment you change the scent of your perfume. love can finally listen to the stories you've always wanted to say. to the intricacies of what makes you, you and yes, even to your odd obsession with all types of bread. this love definitely doesn't taste like burden like you used to wonder. it tastes like honey: flowery, syrupy sweet, and it never expires.

only i can understand how lonely it was for you to build a love that grew from neglect, abuse, and isolation. being alone in all your heaving lungs day and night was a torture. no one loved you, no one cared for you, and no one thought of you. but you were wrong. in your comforting dark expanse, someone was there patiently waiting for you to speak because he always wanted to listen to you talk, no matter what it was all about. a boy in a red shirt and a heart so kind. well, you wouldn't know. you wouldn't even notice, because you were asking the wrong people for help.

he stood there with his hands tightly clasped together—too nervous and too careful not to get too close. as he may escalate things a lot worse, he confessed as if he committed such a grave sin. but, you see, we were too young back then. adults should've been on our side but they always weren't there; we were growing kids, but it felt as if we were stuck at 13 years old trying to live without a clue in the world. that is why when we make decisions for ourselves and the people we care about based on our limited knowledge and sources, we never fail to second guess if this is the right choice to pursue. sadly, the decisions we made then aren't always so great. and that's okay.

also, who would've thought that the one you'll love this way has always been close to your heart? definitely, not us. now that you've grown closer to him, he's the lover you've always imagined you partner would be. he knows how to weave words the way a heart would beat from a straight line into the curves of the highs and lows of every feeling; pulsating for you and only you just as you for him. his voice sounds as comforting as the ocean waves that yearns for the shore. his face as lovely as the moon, the celestial body you endear ever so that is now at your reach, and of course, his love as cosmic as the vast cosmos. he's just a boy, yes. but not like any other boy.

well, your love is solely yours after all, however you want it. in a world that costs everything, all your love is free, your love is growing endlessly and this affluence is a rare find in a world such as this. so take good care of it.

it's okay, you can loosen your tightly hidden fists now. for the first time ever, your heart feels an enormous strength in the guise of softness. you are safe now and you are so loved.

i'll never forget you,

#mine all mine #mitski #this fucking song broke me i had to write a letter to my old self bc i love them so so so so much #i miss them but i have grown so much and it's all because of them too #the land is inhospitable and so are we #letter #essay #writings

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whimsyswastry · 1 year

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Unusual OC Associations

@greypetrel <3 You’re not the only one with a terrible memory. I had planned on doing this anyway and completely forgot about it until you tagged me again.

Ellaria Trevelyan*

*This is the first time I’ve shared anything about Ellaria since her complete overhaul over the holidays. Hopefully I can nail down exactly who she is and get Unharrowed: Curator’s Cut off the ground.

Seasoning: Cinnamon-sugar, because cinnamon by itself just isn’t sweet enough. She isn’t this spice because she’s particularly polite or simpering (the opposite in fact) but instead because she has a voracious sweet tooth and is rarely seen without something to munch on.

Weather: Thunderstorms. The particular type of storm that’s wind, thunder, and lightening, but very little rain. The type of storm that might hit right before a tornado touches down.

Colour: A soft, golden orange. The color of fire. It draws you in, but approach too quickly and you’re going to get burned.

Sky: The pre-sunrise purple sky of a summer dawn, the air is warm, but the dew is chilly. The approaching sun offers enough light to see exactly where you’re going, but is still considered a night sky.

Magic power: While she is a mage capable of many things, I’m going to answer as if she weren’t. Ellaria has amazing powers if observation. Not necessarily in the way someone like Sherlock Holmes is, but more in terms of empathy. Seeing how each puzzle piece of emotion fills and fits with the people around her.

House plant: She’d never be a house plant. She’d be something more like...the common daylily. You know, those orange flowers that show up one year and the next year the entire hillside is covered in them? She’s bold, hardy, thrives in the wild, but only for a single day before she needs to retreat and recharge.

Weapon: Fire. Rarely used, but difficult to control once it starts.

Social media: She’d hate all modern social media. She would’ve thrived in the days of Xanga and OG LiveJournal, where she could share her thoughts on just about everything and everyone still had the attention spans to read through entire essays about why Spike was a better partner to Buffy than Angel.

Make-up product: Chapstick. She has constantly chapped lips and while she never wastes her hard earned money on makeup, she does invest in a jar of soft beeswax that she can use a lip balm.

Fear: Closed spaces, being trapped. She’s 19, a mage, and has chosen a life of Magebane addiction rather than risk being caught by the Templars for accidental use of magic. The thought of being locked in, no matter how large a space, fills her with dread and sends anxious little bugs skittering across her skin.

Ice cube shape: She’s a chewer, so she prefers the little ice cubes that are hollow in the middle for easier chewing without breaking a tooth. (I’ve literally only seen these types of ice cubes at hospitals and dining halls, so it must be a particular machine that makes them).

Method of long distance travel: A boat. Despite her not wanting to feel…contained, she never imagined feeling trapped on a boat. She only imaging feeling the freedom to go wherever the water could take her, off to unseen lands, far from the mage Templar rebellion and chantry.

Art style: Impressionism — beauty of the real world but slightly blurry, as though that beauty is just out of reach.

Mythological creature: Selkie — playful, mischievous, calm, and puts much of her energy into saving others who need it and being a bee in the bonnet of those who don’t.

Piece of stationery: Thick parchment, scented with her own perfume. Not as an invitation (like one might scent a love letter) but more like a threat. This will be the last thing you smell before you die.

3 emojis: 🎻🧁👀

Celestial body: The moon, but not just the moon. Specifically the moon as it is reflected on a large body of water. One of Ellarias favorite things is to crawl into the roof of a low town foundry and watch the moon dance across the Waking Sea.

Tarot card: The Lovers (Upright: Being at a crossroads, Choices, Commitment, Falling in love, Partnerships || Reversed: Disharmony, Imbalance, Misalignment of values, Self-love)

Tagging || I can’t remember if you’ve already done this, but I’d love to see more about your OCs @enderevynne

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1. What does your muse smell like?

Elise doesn’t really do much in the ways of perfume and such. The small bottles and containers are not worth carrying around and transporting from place to space simply because she has more worthwhile items to bring with her when traveling. She does enjoy scented soap however, soap bars to be precise, which means she usually smells slightly flowery or herby. This is also a side-effect of the items she works with along with the fact she often has herbs or tea drying in her sleeping quarters. A less pleasant smell which often travels around with her is that of antiseptic and iron, more specifically blood. She has tried getting rid of both but especially the irony smell seems to stick to her. It doesn’t help that she herself seems to have lost most of her distinctive scent.

2. What do your muse’s hands feel like?

Strong and steady. Elise has, unsurprisingly, dexterous and strong hands, as would be needed for her work. While she has callouses on her hands they are in quite specific spots, these being the tips of her fingers, the inner curve of her thumbs and the outer curve of her little fingers. Another detail one might note is that, like most of her body, her hands are littered in small scars. These are usually from work accidents, slips of scissors and scalpels, but two scars in particular would be noticeable. One is on the inner palm of her hands, from gripping on to a sword mid-thrust, and the other is the one around her pinkie, from self-experimentation.

3. What does your muse usually eat in a day?

Elise’s breakfast usually consist of either a porridge or fruits and eggs, whatever is easily available. It is rare that she eats lunch and dinner is usually a stew or something else she can have cooking while working. When cooking she prefers using traditional, organic ingredients. Both because it is what she is used to cook with, but also because she thinks things made with them tastes the best. As I have mentioned before Elise has quite the sweet tooth so it isn’t unlikely to see her enjoy berries or more modern sweet snacks if she has the opportunity to acquire them. However, it is often that she gets consumed in her work so it isn’t actually that often that she has sweet snacks laying around simply because she forgets to give herself time to buy some, not to mention she prefers to use her money to further her work.

4. Does your muse have a good singing voice?

Yes and no. Elise is by no means a skilled singer, there is a reason she felt inclined to learn an instrument, but her voice is pleasant enough. It has a depth to it that she herself doesn’t really know what to do with which means she has a good chance of hitting notes wrong, however it also gives it a pleasant lull. A bit of practice would probably solve that, but as far as she is concerned she can sing all she needs to. After all, her voice is good enough for lullabies and calming songs so what more would she want?

5. Does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks?

YES. Elise fidgets with her hands, picking at the fabric of her sleeves or the skin of her wrists. She also paces when nervous or jumps with her leg if sitting. She fiddles with her necklace and her eyes drift around. In addition to this her bad habits could be said to be a lack of self-care, both in the sense that she is bad at taking care of her physical needs but also that she often doesn’t care to get herself out of bad situations unless it is extremely pressing. Another bad habit of hers is an overactive curiosity which can cause her to step on peoples toes in the search for satisfying answers.

6. What does your muse usually look like / wear?

While one might thing Elise would wear colours to make up for her pale skin and hair, the case is actually the opposite. She tried to wear colours in the beginning, but found that it simply emphasized the pale so now most of her clothes are white, off-whites, greys and other pale colours with a few reds and blacks in between. For the clothes themselves Elise likes wearing dresses and skirts, often with a belt and belt-pouch, and several layers to help with staying warm. A lot of her clothes are home-sewed, by her, or have small embroideries on them that she has added while bored or idle. A fun fact is that she prefers brassieres over modern bras.

7. Is your muse affectionate? How much? How so?

Extremely so, though she doesn’t necessarily express it much. It is important to note that most of Elise is touch-based. If she has skin-to-skin contact she can monitor a persons vitals, stimulate or stop the heart from beating, check for dysfunctions or broken bones, and much more. Thus, a touch is much more than a touch to her. However, this doesn’t mean she isn’t affectionate. She loves hugging, playing with other peoples hair, holding hand, cuddling, all the good stuff. Often when newly arrived somewhere she will be reluctant to be affectionate however simply due to having been without for some time. It can easily get overwhelming for her.

8. What position does your muse sleep in?

Elise, funnily enough, loves sleeping on her stomach and if sleeping next to someone she will often sleep with her head above their heart or resting on their person. However, she also often sleeps curled up on her side. This often happens when she is having bad dreams or is feeling unsafe.

9. Could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room?

Depends. If she has recently arrived from the void you definitely can simply due to the fact that she has been in an environment where sound doesn’t matter. However, once accustomed to a new place Elise is a quite person. She naturally walks around with soft steps and isn’t one to needlessly slam drawers and doors closed. This is a habit she has gotten from working with a lot of people who react badly to those big sudden noises.

Tagged by; @masquenoire

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demifiendcruithne · 2 years

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name: Castilla Ixcoutl

race: Yuan-Ti

class: Sorcerer (Draconic (Red))

characterisation: A travelling perfume and incense seller, with an overly friendly demeanor. She can be quite pushy, even manipulative: taking over a conversation and leading it to her desired outcome, all with a veneer of concern. Occasionally, the perceptive can see a predatory gleam in her shaded eyes... Her selection varies, but there’s one scent she always carries - her favourite, which she wears every day. A sweet, flowery scent, it tends to attract and calm people, making them more open to talk. But even if someone buys the same one, it rarely smells identical to how it does on her. The secret is, the goods are spiked with pheromones - more strongly in her own scent, and particular items she will give as gifts to powerful and influential people. She and others from her family believe that by spreading these pheromones, they can reawaken the ancient serpent they descended from. What the serpent will do from there is anyone’s guess - she’ll figure that out when the time comes. While she’s friendly and extroverted, even affectionate if needed, true friendship is something she doesn’t really know. She will be quick to make connections, but will not hesitate to fight if needed, and will play allies against each other if it furthers her goals. And above all, her travels come first - she will refuse to be tied down anywhere, even to the extent of breaking out of jail rather than waiting two days for release.

inspiration: Salazzle a pretty simple race choice here, albeit one a little reflavoured in the appearance department. yuan-ti’s natural poisonous traits are a given, and the unlimited animal friendship on snakes can emulate Salandit being attracted. as for class, I wanted something fiery: wildfire druid is fun, but really doesn’t fit Salazzle imo, while draconic sorc - though only having one actual trait related to the given element - works very nicely with the characterisation. and wings are a fun bonus as for the characterisation itself: it’s very much inspired by Salazzle’s lore and nature though without the reverse harem part since she’s not a bard

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primalspice · 2 months

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rat👕 9, 12, 18 📦 4, 15, 🍽️ 6, 13, 15 🌤️ 2, 14, 🤝 6, 10, 14, 💓 2, 5, 18 🎲 3, 10, 11

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👕9 What does your character smell like?

genuinely looks like she smells like essence of gnat. kinda dusty, kinda like a thrift store. she uses perfume occasionally but its probably one she picked out like 10 years ago and still uses. i think she'd like something kinda masc like a woodsey/amber scent perhaps

👕12 Has your character gone through major stylistic or physical changes?

not really shes always been kinda haggard but she does change up the haircut/glasses every few years. only ever had short hair when she was a teen, never dyed it or styled it a particular way. always a preferrer of practical clothing styles. she knows what she likes.

👕14 Is there a style your character is afraid they can’t pull off?

quite nervous about dressing particularly formal and/or fem. partially for the practicality thing but also bcz she doesnt think it fits her vibe. doesnt like to stand out. looks pretty cute in a skirt tho if u ask me.

📦4 Is there an item your character liked that they can’t get back?

nuclear launch codes 😖 probably also some stuff from her childhood home since she never really came back, but she dont miss it all that badly, its been long enough. she always enjoys the projects she used to work on for her Career as well in the factory and such, but those were never hers to begin with and also made to be exploded <3

📦15 Would your character prefer something bought or made personally?

enjoyer of homemade things. making them and receiving them. (but in the case of receiving, she WILL critique/comment on the craftsmanship if its related to anything shes dabbled in. beware.)

🍽️6 Would your character eat or drink something they didn't like to appease someone?

Yea shes not really picky to begin with tho so if it was That bad she'd certainly be Showing It unintentionally.

🍽️13 How much does your character care about wasting food?

despite being financially comfortable for A While shes still afflicted with chronic Poverty Brain so she cares p severely. but its not that unusual compared to the overall culture of the region. would eat around moldy bread. free penicillin.

🍽️15 What food or drink does your character consider a treat?

i think she likes old lady snacks. oatmeal cookies and fruitcakes and the like.

🌤️1 What would your character do if they were suddenly caught in the rain?

shes not very bothered by it. even her canonical snow travels werent really severe for her. looking like a sobbing wet beast her her natural state apparently. i think she Should be more concerned due to the Toxins.

🌤️12 Could your character survive in the wilderness on their own for a week or more?

theoretically yes with some struggle (not particularly athletic or skilled at hunting/foraging) but also i feel like she'd do perfectly well for a while and then randomly die by like rare bear attack or rare poison mushroom consumption. SAD.

🤝7 Who is your character most honest with?

i mean she WAS honest with faust </3 shes a bit of an overshare-er with anyone she becomes close enough with tho, due to not being close with very many people at all ever. needs to let it out Somewhere.

🤝17 How well does your character work with others?

works well with others in cases of being the most specialist woman on the assembly line, works poorly with others in social scenarios. due to her submissive-yet-structure-seeking nature. would love to do any of the grunt work you wanna put her to but PLEASE do not ask her to speak to people or discuss opinions or policy.

🤝18 What is your character's favorite form of affection?

undeserved validation 😌

💗5 What words could tear your character down?

MOST WORDS SHES V EASILY DEJECTED BY THE COMMENTS OF OTHERS IN ONE WAY OR ANOTHER EVEN IF NOT DIRECTLY NEGATIVE.......

💗10 Is your character a light, medium or heavy sleeper?

medium... once shes asleep its usually just fine. she does have issues falling asleep though.

💗19 Are there scents your character dislikes?

probably but idk if shes especially averse to any...

🎲7 What is a talent that your character is proud of?

her ability to share her vast knowledge of firearms and machines and nuclear weapons and energy. and fixing things.

🎲9 What is a topic your character would be excited to talk about?

see above <3 hashtag autism

🎲11 Does your character have any injury stories?

yea shes probably had some crazy jobsite injuries but nothing severe. various head trauma is my headcanon for her.

#ask game #harvey

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stilldollest · 1 year

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Anyone who knows me knows I rarely if ever change my signature scent and if I do I just switch to a previous signature scene and just stick to that for a few more years and keep rotating like that… and I definitely never had a sweet vanilla type of scent but this is such a good one I genuinely might switch to it

For reference my previous scent is fleur de peau by dyptique (my most complimented one) that I layer with a white musk oil and currently its chanel beige with a hair mist from an arab brand called Pink Hair Mist literally the best hair mist ever ifykyk.. basically my go to is always a floral powdery ambery patchouli scent paired with an arabic white musk scent and vanilla diorama is sooo different but idk idk idk even when I was younger I’d wear lighter florals like iris creed for example

I was considering radiant mirage by estee lauder after smelling it on my mom (worth checking out its so unique with an unexpected balsamic note that goes a long way) but my sister ended up buying it and while it still smells divine on us it smells the best on my mom😭 like a dozen people including my sister bought it after smelling it on her

The cardamom and rum in the dior make the vanilla cold and astringent and almost feels like its opening your nose like tiger balm when you smell it and it settles into the skin so beautifully and smells so decadent and complex.. it feels like its opening the space in your nose and letting you breathe more deeply when you smell it which is so memorable and addicting also never in a million years would i pick up a perfume with both cacao and orange but this is mixed in so well that it doesnt smell like one particular thing which I love sm because I dont want to smell like a single thing I want to smell like an unforgettable woman

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belit0 · 3 years

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Hey, can you write Indra + size kink + cockworship + nasty cum stuff ?? Sorry, i'm hungry for that man

Sorry this took me SO FUCKING LONG omfg

No need to be sorry, I’m as hungry as you. I haven’t written smut in a while, so bear with me, I’m getting back at it:,(

Tw: Indra knows nothing about communication

When Indra enters the house, the sun has already set. He looks drained, tired. It’s been days since he started wearing his hair loose, devoid of his usual ponytail, and it only helps to make him look more massive than he is.

His steps are heavy as he heads to the bedroom, and when he looks at you with those expressionless serious eyes, you know he won’t be eating dinner today either. That’s okay, you’re not used to spending time together as a normal couple anyway, and you know you’d feel weird if he actually sat down with you and joined you for a meal.

His form disappears down the corridor and you know he has found the way to bed, seeking comfort from the adversities of the day. His shadow is dragged across the walls by the candlelight, and for a moment, it looks like the demon everyone says he is.

But of course, you know better than to believe those ridiculous tales.

It’s been months since this man appeared in your village, a place led by a poor wretch who was trying his best to get his people ahead. Only a few enjoyed good fortune, privilege, and wealth, and you were not one of them. Life before Indra, here, was based on working hard for pennies, finding food wherever possible, wearing the same clothes repeatedly for lack of more garments. Poverty was rampant among almost the entire village population, and despite the leader’s best efforts, nothing seemed to work for the betterment of the situation.

But a mysterious man with long hair and thick shoulders, tattooed eyes, impressive physique compared to the famine-stricken people... left everyone captivated. With just a couple of suggestions and commands, things turned around, and the outlook brightened for everybody. This mysterious man quickly rose in the hierarchical power of the village, and the current leader ended up giving up his place.

Indra became their ruler overnight, and hopes for the future of the town seemed to grow stronger and stronger again.

Town expansion was inevitable, welcoming visitors and travelers intrigued by the legends of this man who brought fortune to a doomed place. Enemies were also unavoidable. The Otsutsuki defended and used all his power to prevent the destruction of the foundations he had built with so much effort, leaving everyone terrified in his steps.

His red eyes became stories used by mothers to frighten disobedient children, his violet beast traveled on the tongues of all the merchants and their incessant rumors.

Respect mingled with fear, yet Indra never wavered.

He looked imposing as he walked the streets of the town, staring at nothing in particular, an expression forged by iron and ice. His towering figure seemed to cast a gigantic shadow over every other man nearby, and all the women were dying to take the vacant place at his side.

Everyone thought as he became leader he would choose one of the few wealthy ladies of the village as his wife, but he did not.

It was months after his ascension to power before he communicated with a woman. And that turned out to be you.

Although the village prospered and grew bigger every day, your life remained the same, complicated. Money was scarce as well as food, and working hard every morning was necessary if you wanted to get a crumb of bread.

You tended the garden of a prosperous family, kneeling in the morning dew, your clothes covered in dirt from the work you had started just a few minutes ago.

Footsteps in front of you broke your concentration, and when you looked up, a tall figure was staring down at you. A flowing robe floated in the wind, and that frown was visible even from the floor. Indra was intimidating without uttering a word.

“You look thoroughly filthy.” He had said. “I’m sorry, my lord.” You had replied, bowing your head in respect.

You did not finish that day’s work, for offering you a wide hand, Indra Otsutsuki himself lifted you from the dirt and escorted you to get a fresh change of clothes. Not one of the worn-out ones you used to wear, but an expensive one, of excellent quality, full of exquisite details. A garment of high society, one of the kind he himself usually wore.

From that moment on, he did not leave your side. It was only a matter of time before you moved into his residence, an immense house in the middle of town. You became the envy of all women, no one being able to understand how their leader could choose a servant girl as his partner.

And despite the fear you felt towards him at first, although his haughty looks seemed to be empty initially, you eventually grew to understand him. Dread turned into respect, affection, love.

After all, he saved you from that life of misery to give you one of luxury and privilege, asking for nothing in return. Even though you slept in the same bed every night, he never touched a single hair on your head, never came near you, never took the initiative you feared he may take.

“Why me?” you asked once, the blush on your face shielded by nighttime darkness inside the room. A large space lay between you both on the bed, and Indra, while you couldn’t see him, probably had his back to you. “You are the prettiest.” He replied simply, and you caught a note of amusement in his voice.

During the day it was rare for you to see him, but at sunset, you would both be in the bedroom. No lustful touches in the middle were necessary to make the night complete, for the silences which at first were awkward eventually were filled with chatter.

That intimidating look, that wide-backed warrior with blood-colored eyes, became a companion, a pleasant person to spend time with. Never smiled, never laughed, but you know he is calm, that he enjoys the moment as much as you do. You’ve seen him interact with other people, how his muscles tense when someone is way too close for his comfort, how his brow furrows when anyone speaks to him. You know you’re the only person he tolerates, appreciates, and loves around him.

That’s why seeing him arrive like this is something uncomfortable in your chest. Slowly following in his footsteps, you find his clothes lost all the way back to the room. You pick up garment by garment, and there is a certain satisfaction as you smell his clothes and feel his perfume. As you reach the doorway, he is already tucked into bed, buried under sheets. One of his arms supports his head and acts as a pillow while his other hand scratches his chest, which is slightly uncovered. One of his legs is bent, and covers slip off his skin, revealing a thigh and worked muscles. His eyes are closed, but he knows you are there.

Leaving his clothing on a chair, you approach him and sit on the edge of the bed, hands clasped in your lap. Rarely have you seen this scene, where he relaxes with all his rights in his own bed. Sex has never been addressed between the two of you, and it’s something you’re grateful for. Rumors travel faster than the wind, and many a woman has walked around claiming to have spent time in the bed of the mighty Indra. Whether that’s true, you don’t know, and you’ve never asked either.

If true, your experience is undoubtedly unparalleled.

Still, seeing him like this, becoming one with the bed and stretching out, getting a taste of his toned chest and his thick thigh... Curiosity suddenly demands more.

“You’re staring.” His eyes are still closed, but to be put on display is still just as humiliating. “I’m sorry...” You’re not sure if get up and leave at that moment, but it’s his voice that clears the uncertainty. “Why? I’m your partner, naturally.”

It feels like confirmation of your actions, and you become brave all at once.

“Can I help you... To feel better?....” Your voice is full of hesitation, yet one end of his lips lifts, revealing a wickedly tinged smirk.

“Be my guest.”

Climbing on top of him, your hands tremble with anxiety and anticipation. His eyes flutter open and he watches you intently, analyzing where your actions lead. The man really is huge, and being partially on top of him, the size difference is even greater. Indra seems to rejoice in your stupor, picking up on your intentions and stirring the sheets covering him as you settle between his legs.

Whatever nervousness you felt about what was to come only grows worse at the sight of his size, as even half-hard, his cock’s intimidatingly enormous length.

“Already frightened?” The teasing tone sliding across his tongue fills you with new determination, and with both hands, you hold his shaft. One at the base and one at the head. Your tongue timidly explores that unfamiliar surface, feeling in your grip how hardness invades his dick second after second.

Your lips wrap carefully around it, and pushing gently, inch by inch, his length finds its way into the pleasantly warm depths of your mouth. One of your hands slowly slides down, dragging skin in its wake.

Fixing your eyes on Indra while trying to deal with the raw, inexperienced situation and size, you notice impatience and need, lust swimming in red eyes dominates his expression.

From an instant to the next, your shoulders are enveloped by two gigantic hands, and position is turned around, a vast body hovering over you and trapping you underneath it.

“You teasing little fucker...”

Being handled like that awakens something on the inside that you rarely felt before, some sort of tingling urgently needing to be soothed. A broad palm grasps your chin, which moves your face in the direction Indra desires as he suddenly engulfed your lips.

You have never kissed this man before, and to be making out with him for the first time in these circumstances should feel wrong... but it only builds up more sensations in your lower belly, a treacherous emptiness, and an almost unfamiliar fire.

Your hands awkwardly find his back, and the need to press him against your face, to demand more, to extract more from those luscious lips is interesting. There is no more distance to close between the two of you, but you want to crush yourself against his labored chest until becoming one.

The moment ends quickly as you gasp for air, and trying to recover, a sultry Indra, who grins viciously seductive overpowers your gaze.

“I’ll introduce you to a thing or two...”

Before you comprehend what his words mean, the position changes again, and his two knees are one on either side of your head. He looks even more terrifying from this angle than in everyday life, and you don’t venture to peek at his dick. Two of his fingers slide across your lower lip, caressing your cheek, and suddenly squeeze your face harshly. Your mouth is forced open, but when his cock slides over your tongue and you understand the functionality of the pose, you ease back.

Your lack of experience was driving him crazy, and rather than loosening him up, you were upsetting him further. Managing the matter with his own hands, or rather with his own hips, Indra finds peace again.

Rising to height, one of his palms cradles your face, while the other supports himself against the wall. You try to find stability by holding onto his thighs, and as he buries himself lower in your mouth, sensations in your body become almost unbearable, coupled with his movements.

Indra is kind at first, gradually pushing into your inexperienced cavity slowly, closing his eyes tightly and fighting the urge to destroy your mouth.

Yet when your jaw relaxes completely, grasping the rhythm and feel of the situation, he lets go. The beast is finally released, and the Otsutsuki fucks your lips with abandon, hitting the end of your throat with each thrust. His hips move with agility, and imagining him between your legs with the same surrender and strength makes you hold on.

Tears decorate your cheeks and eyelashes, blending with the saliva dripping from your mouth every time that cock lunges at your face. Indra becomes completely abstracted, tilting his head back as deep growls rise from deep within his chest.

When air is inevitably needed and you can no longer avoid gagging, you repeatedly slap his thighs, drawing his attention. He leans his forehead against the wall and holds your face with both hands, withdrawing his dick from your throat and catching his breath with difficulty. His gaze is fixed on you, and although you could probably look better, you feel really appreciated under those red eyes.

The fluids from your mouth completely soaked your chest and cheeks, your clothes are soaked, and at the sight, the Otsutsuki slides his fingers across your wet skin, then strokes his shaft twice.

When you catch your breath, you place a kiss on the head which has been hitting the back of your throat for minutes, showing he may continue.

Without a second thought, he burrows deeply into your mouth, reaching a depth he hadn’t hit before. The grunt he exhales makes your skin crawl, and you really want to see him enjoy you like this for the rest of your life.

He gives you time to breathe again, and his thrusts become more shallow, seeking more contact with the softness of your tongue and the warmth of your cheeks. It isn’t long before his length is completely out of your cavity and he works it rapidly, seeking the longed-for finish. You’re not sure what you should do, so you simply watch him, amazed at the size of his hands.

After a few seconds, several white shots paint your face, staining your hair and chest, leaving practically nowhere without even a drop. It’s unexpected, but satisfying.

#naruto shippuden #otsutsuki indra #indra otsutsuki #otsutsuki indra x reader #indra x reader #indra otsutsuki x reader #indra #otsutsuki clan #naruto

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