#like I imagine a vanilla rose combination

[hwaightme]

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THIS IS 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI FOR STAR’S SAKE (nsfw tags under the cut)(masterlist) (taglist)

❤️‍🔥 pairing: husband!seonghwa x gn!afab!reader ❤️‍🔥 genre: smut, fluff, pwp, established long-term relationship ❤️‍🔥 summary: all work and no play makes seonghwa a needy boy; your husband wants you. now. and he will use any means necessary to get you where he wants you. being in the office is not a problem when you are one message away... ❤️‍🔥 wordcount: 8.6k total ❤️‍🔥 warnings/tags: semi-edited, hwa duality, businessperson!reader, mention of offices/presentations/corporate culture, nonidol!hwa, married but permanently in honeymoon phase, two people very in love, petnames, mutual respect, trust and adoration, seonghwa is smitten, reader wears heels, words crazy+drunk used ❤️‍🔥 taglist: at the bottom of the fic ❤️‍🔥 a/n: spiralled into ponderings with @byuntrash101 (ily), and my fingers slipped. oops. any notes, asks, reblogs appreciated <3 much love!

❤️‍🔥 taglist: sexting, praise, petnames (love, darling, my love, pretty, gorgeous...), consent is king, unprotected sex (consider before you deliver), mating press/missionary (vanilla but make it spicy), 69 (blowjob+eating out), creampie, cumeating, slight spit kink, sprinklings of body worship, possessive terms (my/mine), light overstimulation, implied aftercare

“How do I look?” you called out to your husband, who was sitting behind you on your shared bed, feline in the way he was leaning back on his arms, regarding you through half-shut, curious eyes. 

Unlike you, he had the day free, but even so decided to go through the motions of a morning routine with you, though finalising it with a considerably less formal outfit. Dressed in a black sweater and matching black trousers, Seonghwa had stated that he was going to go out to get some fresh produce from the market while it was still early, and the rush of crowds did not plague the city just yet. Patiently, he was waiting for you to be ready to head out to work, and he, to comfortably support the home front for today. 

“Hm, you look like me having to come to work with you and me having a blast telling waves of potential suitors that you are off limits.” He responded as a matter of factly. Nevertheless, you caught a cheeky grin in the mirror as he scanned you up and down with the intensity of a burning sun.

“Oh … Hwa, what if I want the attention? And what are you going to do about the stakeholders I’ll be speaking to, hm?” You asked him coyly, finally managing to get your second earring on and tapping it with your manicured finger for good measure.

“Something tells me that I’ll have to step in and act like security.” 

You chuckled, taken aback, pleasantly lightheaded because of Seonghwa’s early morning flirtations. With one final once over, he smoothed the bed sheets on either side of him and rose up to step right behind you, placing both hands under your suit jacket and on your waist, leaning closer and closer until he could place a soft kiss on the side of your neck which, thanks to your hairstyle, was exposed to the attention. 

The sleek, deep navy suit was an elegant number, peaked lapels on the single-breasted jacket perfectly pressed, the wide-legged trousers perfectly guiding towards the heels - pumps in a nude beige, and the white asymmetrical short-sleeved shirt underneath all combining to create perfect harmony. You had chosen elegance over daring energetic appeal today, picking pearl-based jewellery which, upon inspection, was exactly how you had imagined it would be with the outfit. A delicate balance was struck, and was reminiscent of how your husband was gingerly manoeuvring over and around you, until he appeared to have had enough with stalling.

Seonghwa’s arms lazily slid forwards, wrapping a little tighter around you, while his head moved to nudge you towards himself with his chin, until he could rest his head on your shoulder comfortably. Initially wishing to pry yourself away given how little time you had left if you were to make it to the office at a reasonable time, your hands rushed to his own, but as your husband began to sway side to side, blissfully taking in the image in the mirror, you left them there, admiring the priceless scene, and the way in which his hands fit perfectly over yours, the rings matching, another sign of your union completing the masterpiece in the reflection.

"Come on, Hwa, I’ll be late at this rate."

"What's it got to do with me, ma'am? I finished getting dressed fifteen minutes ago, was sitting here, all good and ready for you-" ignoring the word choice, you persisted:

"Because a certain someone was hogging the shower-"

"I told you, you could join." heat flushed to your cheeks as you caught Seonghwa’s less than innocent expression, making you remember exactly why you were not planning to get into any intimate shared space with this alluring schemer before work. Planting a feather-light kiss on your sensitive skin, he was threatening to make you lose track of time entirely. Attempting to wipe the action from immediate perception, you focused on the sensation of tugging on one of your earrings, anything to ground you and to return you into the headspace of the meetings you had scheduled and been booked into for the day, along with the details and key takeaways for each one. 

You had always been a fighter in the professional world, and this was one of the many things that Seonghwa adored about you. Having met at a networking event, that was the side of you he had come to be acquainted with first, and had fallen head over heels for. A sublime intensity that came with the passion you had for your work, a fire that ignited when you planned ahead, led teams and managed international ventures were so beautifully contained within you and formulated the intricate maze of your psyche that Seonghwa could not help but want to drown in it, and spend eternity observing you in action. He himself had stepped away from the strict and rigorous structures of the corporate world, instead preferring to offer independent consultation services, but to see you flourish, and to be there for your journey and to have you unconditionally support his decisions and experiments too was nothing short of a blessing. Perhaps the one side effect, a tiny challenge that came with having you as his life partner, his love and his spouse is mornings like this, when you were in the process of escaping for work, driven and ready for battle, your armour being one of the stylish suits of impeccable quality that you took great pains to keep pristine. And the more you did so, the stronger was his desire to see if he could ruin just one, at least one, perhaps the one you were wearing right now. Despite the fact that he had seen you in such garments more times than either of you could possibly count or remember, it made him more drawn to you and involuntarily seduced than he would ever dare admit. Seonghwa’s grip on your hips inadvertently tightened as gaze flashed upwards, settling on the reflection of your perfectly plump, tinted lips in the mirror. 

“Besides… As you know, I was making sure that the adjustments were all fine and the overall outfit would be fine for the quarterly review meeting,” you recalled your last-minute concerns over whether the selection was reasonable for meeting persons from the executive office, even though you were not sure if you even had outfits in your job-related arsenal that would not be appropriate, “You could have helped by the way.”

"I did! I gave the fit the Seonghwa seal of approval, but now... honestly am regretting it because you look illegal..."

He turned his attention back to the delicate skin around your neck, planting a couple more kisses with mischief glowing in his eyes. You giggled as his breath left a ticklish sensation and you nearly knocked your head with his in an attempt to shy away.

"And how do you think I feel, leaving you at home like this?”, you let your gaze settle on your husband, a ghost of a smirk revealing itself on your lips, “I need to brush up on my cat fighting techniques, mister handsome, and maybe learn how to teleport" Put him in a rag and he would still look spectacular. Like this, in a relaxed, casual outfit that ideally matched his dark locks, highlighted the broadness of his shoulders and the jawline models would be jealous of, he was heavenly - something which you never failed to remind him of no matter what he was wearing. It was almost a shame that you had to leave for work instead of admiring this beauty for the entire day and an eternity more. You bit the inside of your cheek, banishing less than safe for work ponderings from your mind.

"Woah, Y/N, fighting for me? That's kind of - I do not think I should say what I am thinking."

"You’re being awfully cheeky this morning!" You lightly slapped the back of his hand and spun around, coming closer until only a mere couple of centimetres separated you. "What else can a kitty do with her claws?"

"I mean... my back has no complaints." He speedily responded, tightening his hold on your waist and attempting to capture your lips with his. But at this point, you had gotten good enough at reading Seonghwa to move away at the last second, resulting in a loud smooch right against your jawbone, followed by a purposefully childish whine, "Oh darling you are being a tease."

"Naugh- ty- Seonghwa, no kisses. I took too long to line my cupid's bow. I'm not about to let you ruin it." 

You tried to wiggle away, wondering if your suit was actually creaseproof as the assistant at the boutique had advertised, but he was having none of it, now grabbing your hands and swinging them side to side. With his prior seductive aura having subsided after your decisive, playful rejection, Seonghwa’s glances were in many ways boyish, permission-seeking. The most miniscule hint of a pout made its way to his lips as he peered what had to be directly into your heart and intertwined your fingers together, stopping the motion.

“Y/N…”

“Keep this thought in mind, lovely, will you be able to?” you purred, amused at your husband’s slow blinking, reminiscent of an affectionate cat.

“Of course,” you dodged another attempt by him to nuzzle into your neck with a soft, melodic laugh, and pulled Seonghwa to follow you out of the bedroom, “Ah, careful,” he rushed to block the door frame, chuckling at your eagerness to get to the hustle and bustle of your day, even though just a little while ago you still were retaining that light nervousness, likely overthinking every interaction that was not even likely to happen. After all, this was a job only you could do, and it was something that you did better than anyone else. You owned what you did, and everyone knew it.

As you grabbed your keys, and were about to bid farewell to your husband before starting your commute, you sensed his energy shifting to that of scheming. 

Seonghwa had a trial to face, and it presented itself with how stunning you looked in the glimmering golden light of the early morning, and how your every step almost sent a shiver up his spine. Wherever you were, he always managed to find you in one sweeping gaze, whether you were on the other side of a room or a few steps away. One of a kind, captivating, the world turned around you whether you would agree with Seonghwa or not. It was a simple fact. And here, in your apartment, where it was just you and him, it was impossible to ignore how his vision was occupied by you, and only you. He was consumed by the effortless charm you radiated, and when you caught him staring, how you lifted one shoulder and responded with a cheeky grin - a gesture of faux coyness. He clenched a hand hidden behind his back into a tight fist until his knuckles turned white, mutely regarding your final preparations before you would disappear behind the door. His thoughts were far away from what he had planned to do today, cursing how you had teased him and blaming routines - your husband would have preferred to take you and himself apart right here right now, unravel the tension that was so obvious he could almost taste it. He bit his lower lip as you leaned down to shift your footing in one of your heels, and barely suppressed a hiss as you glided back up, the pace of the motion highlighting how your curves were complemented by the suit. You were enticing, and watching your back Seonghwa could not help but remember the sensation of running his hand across it, caressing your body, guiding it as you turned into a goddess in the dimmed lights of your shared bedroom, connected with him in every way possible. You smiled at him as though you were not aware of the lustful darkness that began to consume his mind, lips tantalising, dangerous, his favourite heavenly nectar. This was unbearable.

It was impossible to ignore the searing gaze that seemed to have never left you since you had first returned it in the mirror, and was the last thing you experienced as you shut the front door. You kept the radio in your car silent, afraid that your thoughts would be louder than the music either way. Your husband was up to something, determined, and focused on you. And it was beyond exciting. This undercurrent of energy that was eternal, and ran through anything and everything he did was one of the multitude of reasons why you loved him. He was enigmatic, and yet so easy for you to explore. He had opened himself up to you so readily, revealing the edges of his vibrant soul that was so unparalleled and high octane that you swore that after meeting him, you ceased to breathe oxygen and could only ever inhale the adoration he provided. He was a dreamer, an ideator, a man devoted to the search for happiness, and that balanced you out so perfectly - it had only been a month when you had decided for yourself that Seonghwa was the one for you, and you would never let go. He was an eternal surprise, an enigma that was as soft and lovely as a cat, but wrapping itself around you like a serpent, slow and sensual. You wondered, as the day commenced and you were pulled into your first meeting, then another, just what your husband had crafted in his beautiful mind palace.

It did not take too long for the plan to reveal itself. Fortunately, because you did not enjoy facing unknowns. Unfortunately, it was in the middle of a meeting with some rather senior people. On the brighter side, you had proposed a five minute break before continuing the session so you had at least a couple of breaths to re-compose yourself, but other than that… it was only you, the phone that you were squeezing so hard in your hand that it could break, and the daring photograph blaring on the screen, setting you on fire. You had exchanged a couple of messages with Seonghwa prior to the meeting, his responses being cryptic and dizzyingly abstract, but nothing could have prepared you for the surprise.

Your other hand quickly found your thigh, gripping onto it so that you would not break your stoic disposition with a shaking leg, and you glanced side to side to make sure that the colleagues next to you had not returned to the room yet, and the others were preoccupied with their own devices or were deep in mundane conversation. So, this was what he was so enthusiastic about down following the morning antics. Clearly, you had not been passive enough for him to dismiss your glances in his direction - if you were to be honest, you had been eyeing him up and down from the moment he intentionally walked into you while changing, making you wonder how it was possible for you to want him more and more with each passing day, rather than feelings of attraction and enamourment subsiding with marriage and with sharing all the ups and downs. Instead, both of you were each other’s paradise, and that presented itself in all forms of desire. As you regarded Seonghwa’s form in the picture, lightly biting your lower lip as you tried to think of how you could respond to it, you could only be amused by how he knew exactly what buttons to press, and how to reignite what you had tried to pause earlier this morning - simply as an attempt to retain your sanity for handling paperwork and handshakes.

Resting on the chair that was in your bedroom, he made sure to accentuate his impeccable form, and how his long hair suited him so spectacularly. He had changed outfits - just for you, and that made you want to devour him all the more. Your precious husband who looked like sin. The vibrant beige jacket, which appeared almost brown in the sensually dimmed lamplight, hung freely over his upper body, revealing a tastefully bare abdomen, and consequently, the lovebites you had managed to leave above his heart and towards his collarbones after a particularly intense night a couple of days ago - they had only now begun to show signs of fading. Towards the very bottom of the picture you could spot the edge of a matching pair of trousers, black belt intentionally loosened to make your imagination run wild. A centrepiece, his black silver necklace and a perfectly paired earring, were the icing on top of the cake, their shimmer beckoning you. It was impossible to choose what to focus on; the head tilt, the elegant hand on which he was practically resting his head, how one leg had been thrown over the other - confident, in his element, so very Seonghwa that it made you hurt; and want him. Desperately. You shut your eyes and rolled them as you imagined the smirk on his face as he sent the image, knowing exactly what state he would pause you in, and hurl you into. When your husband was in the mood, it gave him an additional thrill to either catch you off-guard completely with bold advances and compliments, or fluster you until you were melting in his arms. And you did not mind one bit; that was your time to let go, to give up your stresses and iron grip and let all strains snap and become threads with which Seonghwa could pull at your very essence, praising you for how well you could follow his guidance, and just how perfect you were for him. You did not notice how your thumb was merely hovering over the keyboard until another message slid into view, and you barely suppressed a gasp, again looking up to make sure no one was watching you.

“Missing you, your taste, your everything, darling,”

This was the last straw, as you almost forgot what meeting you were in, where you were, how you were supposed to behave. You jolted upright, standing straight and excused yourself with a bow of the head, pointing at your phone - with the screen turned towards you. It was easy enough to get out, and storming down the corridor until you were out of everybody’s earshot, you pressed onto the call button, only to be met with a deep chuckle after a single ring. You could envision him still sitting on the chair, head tilted back to stare at the ceiling as he toyed with your passions, beckoning you to race home to him. He knew you couldn’t until the day was officially done, and that was part of the fun. It only meant that when you were to finally open that front door, you would be more than ready to give yourself up to his tender love and care.

“Park Seonghwa, what do you think you are doing?” you hissed, pressing the phone right against the side of your face as your foot tapped an abstract rhythm on the carpeted floor.

“What do I think? I think I am talking to you right now, what about you?” he replied, purposefully feigning obliviousness.

“Hwa, the photo… the damn message....”

“Oh! That… yeah, it’s nothing special, really, I just did not send you any in quite some time, so thought I could spark… something,” he paused, indulging in your shallow breathing before finishing the sentence.

“Well you sparked something alright. Seonghwa. Or should I say, my demon of a husband?” you raised an eyebrow as you were met with a silence on the end of the line, but not long after, a sweet, resonant hum of agreement.

“Mm, what a title. Is that how I am making you feel, precious? Are you missing a certain something too?”

Missing. What exactly did both of you imply the other was missing? The word was laden with ambiguity and promise, imagination running wild from the emphasis that Seonghwa had placed on it, lifting it onto a pedestal, above rationality and stability. Inhale, exhale - you counted your breaths, knowing that in a minute you had to be heading back to talk numbers, strategies, even though only your husband would be on your mind.

“I-... yes, damn it,” you mumbled, lashes fluttering as a shiver ran up your spine.

“Mhm, I see… Now, don’t be shy, tell me, what is it that you are missing, what do you feel?” if there had been any hope of you remaining focused on work for the rest of the day, it was most certainly wiped now. You were mesmerised, clinging onto Seonghwa’s voice as though it was your only salvation in the midst of a storm. Quickly, you were losing all sense of your surroundings, too focused on his breaths, his sigh when he was obviously displeased with having to wait for your answer, and finally, his subtle command:

“Don’t be shy, tell me what’s on your mind,” you could not bring yourself to even part your lips, eyes darting to what you could see through the blinds into the meeting room. Your senior colleagues were still lethargic, unfocused, scrolling away or engaging in idle chatter. Maybe it could be advantageous, but judging by the heat that began to rise over your body you would definitely struggle stringing words together with eloquent cohesiveness. Seonghwa. The devious man. Your favourite drug. Your worst and best addiction.

“Perhaps you might need a little… inspiration… yes?”

“I…”

“...wouldn’t mind having you right on my tongue, writhing, falling apart…”

“Park Seonghwa-”

“I want to taste you. Want to keep you close for a long…” he paused, indulging in your electric silence, “long time, warm my cock while keeping you in a tight embrace, kissing you until we cannot breathe… how does that sound?”

“G-good…” you struggled to mumble out, wondering why your knees were transforming into jelly. The coolness of the wall against which you decided to lean provided some illusion of support.

“Your turn,” his tone turned more commanding and that did not go unnoticed. You bit your lower lip, not caring if that was going to smudge your lipstick. Nothing mattered, “I didn’t spare any details,” he waited. You remained frozen in your own thoughts, thousands of desires darting around your mind, but none being brave enough to escape and reveal itself to your husband. Perhaps for the better:

“Please don’t make me beg,” he must have heard you stifle a sound that was far too inappropriate to ever be heard in the workplace - the airy laugh that you were met with over the line was downright sinful, and made you curse your job. You needed him. Needed the release he was so readily offering. 

“Or do you want me to pry your dirty little secrets out of you until you are the one begging?”

A shaky inhale, an equally shaky exhale. You uttered his name, in a low voice only he had ever heard. Simultaneously hostile and tantalising. He now knew that he had you hooked.

“Mm… fine. Please, my darling. Please, tell me all those precious filthy musings swimming around in that delightful brain of yours,” you clenched the phone tighter in your hand and crossed your legs. You knew you had no time, despite easily imagining the position that Seonghwa was in, where he was and how lost he was in a lascivious dreamland. Eyes glossed over, lips wetted with his own spit, tension building in his core which he refused to unwind. Without you, at least. With a sharp intake of cold air, you steadied yourself. You were not about to reward demands with treasures. 

“Now, what would be the fun in that?”

“Come on… Y/N, I-”

“Be good, and you might just find out.” you cut him off, offering a fake smile to a colleague who walked past you. You needed to come back. Immediately.

“So you will be heading back on time today, right?” he was daring you, but at the same time it was easy to notice the notes of desperation. Untouched, riled up, overwhelmed. Needy. Just how you loved him.

“Hm… I do have a couple of things I could do…” who were you kidding? You had already gone through the fastest route home in your mind.

“Is that refusal I am hearing?” you heard him shift in his seat, the image of him leaning forwards to put an elbow on his knee so vivid that it was as if he was before you. 

“Not at all, love, not… at all…” giving up due to your growing distraction, you let your husband have at least a little bit of hope. Clearly, the words worked wonders as with newfound vigour, Seonghwa bid you farewell.

“Then see you soon, Y/N darling.”

Soon could not come soon enough. You were glad no one could see your leg shaking under the table, and that you were well-practised in discreetly checking the time. Teasing, tugging you along to follow his game, striking you out of the blue and opening the door to the world that only you two shared. You would be lying if you said that you were thinking about anyone else while debating with an executive, or when you were brave enough to point out a blatant assumption that was used to support a projection earning yourself a few pointed questions. But nothing compared to the blaze that caressed your skin, spurred you on and made you feel alive. Your favourite deviant, seductive god, king of your heart and keeper of your soul, he gave you control just as much as he could take it away. Wiping away anxiety, he left anticipation. Erasing doubt, he left a blooming confidence.

And with that feeling and darkened gaze, you were racing against the clock, accompanied by the sound of your soles clicking against concrete, accelerating away from the skyscrapers that housed your professional victories and into winding tunnels. You mutely cursed at every delay and every pause in your commute, but nonetheless made it home in record time, astonished by the vista of the setting sun which you normally could not catch in the winter months.

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The jingling of the keys alerted Seonghwa of your presence, and he set his phone screen down onto the kitchen table, turning to perch himself on the doorframe. He crossed his arms, a ghostly smile on his lips. Aside from going through the regular domestic chores he had planned for himself - a feat in his far from concentrated state, he had decided to be a little more forward with his demands, much to your shared excitement. This, of course, began with his appearance, or rather, a casual exposure of himself in a way you had always encouraged him to do, loving his body so genuinely that it translated into an unparalleled self-appreciation for him. At the same time, that meant that in moments just like this one, he could use your infatuation with his mind and his physique against you. All for a little bit of harmless fun.

He was right, as always. The moment you lifted your head and were about to announce your arrival, a breath hitched in your throat and words died on the tip of your tongue. Hair loose, bangs neatly falling to frame his face, and that damn jacket with a leopard print inner lining, casually thrown over his bare upper body, befitting him so well that you needed to give yourself some time before choking out a quick, feeble ‘I’m home’ and kicking off your heels. He grinned, outwardly innocent, pretending to ‘just be happy to see you, when in fact his imagination was already beginning to forgo every article of clothing you had on. Scanning your form, Seonghwa could not help but bite back a groan. Since the moment you had left this morning, he wanted you back because he wanted you. On the bed, on the table, on the counter, he did not care about the mess. In fact, if there was to be a mess, he would be all the more satisfied. His skin was burning worse than if he were to have a fever, and every moment that passed while you were going through the regular after work motions was pure torture. 

As you finished washing your hands, and were about to tiptoe past him, likely to set your bag aside in your home office, he stopped you with one, quiet utterance.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day…”

Your heart was pumping an unsteady, deafening rhythm, and your hands were on the verge of shaking. Nothing was stopping you from simply giving in… except maybe an inkling of rebellion that clung onto you. He already had you in his hold, mouldable to whatever form he wished for, but if he was to play the long game, so were you. 

“Mmm… don’t know about that. Missed the memo,” you huffed, wasting a little too much strength on forcing the phrases. Rushing past your husband, you headed to your office and pretended to be taken by both your bag and the miscellaneous stationery left on the desk. 

You heard Seonghwa stalking behind you loud and clear, hyperfocused on his catlike steps, but remained rooted to your spot. Taking every item out of your bag, painfully slow, you were rapidly succumbing to the vision of your husband taking you apart. Gorgeous tanned skin, which you knew he was purposefully flaunting to you, intoxicating plush lips which were so vivid in your mind you could almost taste them, and his skillful hands… which just so happened to now be hovering over your waist. You clenched your jaw when they found purchase on your hips, and almost guided you to stand up and be pressed right against him.

Heat was rolling off your stunning lover in waves, and it was downright unbearable to have your back be connected to his toned chest. Seonghwa had no plans of letting you go. He pulled you closer, until you could practically trace his half-hard cock with your ass. He sighed at the contact, air softly passing over your skin, and let his lips trace a broken line upwards to your ear.

“That won’t do at all…” he flexed his arms as his hands roamed your body, “Fortunately, I know exactly how to show you,” you completely blanked, “what a good husband you have.”

As he was about to toy with the buttons at the top of your shirt, the one on your jacket having been long undone, you sprung into action and stopped him, barely suppressing a smirk as you turned your head and spotted a dash of confusion in his glossy eyes.

“I do have a wonderful husband, indeed. Too bad he does not know how to behave properly,” using the moment you slipped out of his embrace, and sauntered towards the door. Seonghwa was left in shock, starved and needy, having been thinking about you, you and only you all day. But his composition returned just as rapidly as it had faltered. You slowed down before reaching the door, as if being pulled back. 

Seonghwa was, indeed, magnetic. Lithe, agile, he reminded you of a panther, slinking across the couple of metres that separated you. You were aching to rip off the beige two piece right where he stood, and involuntarily darted your tongue between your lips, much to your husband’s amusement. He was not quite as gentle this time, grabbing a hold of you until you were chest to chest and securing your position by pressing on your lower back. His breath tickled your face; your hands snaked under his jacket, running over exposed skin, worshipping every part you could both see and visualise. 

“Really, Hwa. So eager,” you mumbled, brushing your lips over his, testing the waters and seeing a lustful, desperate storm clouding his dilated pupils.

“Do you want me to stop?” he whispered against your cheek, leaving a tentative peck. You dared to glance at him, poking his nose with your own.

“You’re acting out… disrupting me at work… sending such dirty things to me… calling me to tell me how you want me… is this to be rewarded, my love?” a shudder rolled over Seonghwa’s body, resulting in him planting more feverish kisses over your face, moving towards your jawline and finally across to your ear, nipping it.

“How could I ever behave when I need you, and you are looking like this…” his fingers caressed the collar of your shirt, scalding hot, “and are wearing my favourite perfume…” he inhaled, as though he was drunk off your scent - it was nothing more than what had come to be your signature, a bouquet of notes that defined you, but soon enough turned to being another way in which you occupied Seonghwa’s senses. 

Both of you subconsciously moved towards the door, getting impatient. Fingertips mapped the hickeys with violently cautious touches, and Seonghwa swore that if he did not act now, he would go mad. It was ridiculous. You were his life partner, a person to whom he had committed with his entire being, and yet with every passing day his desire for you kept on growing and he was falling deeper and deeper in both love and lust. With you in his arms he was a man lost at sea, blanking out, spiralling and devoted to passion. A big difference between your time dating and your married life, however, was that he did not have to hold back on his own wishes anymore, being as explicit as he was comfortable with, knowing that you would do the same, and no matter what, pleasure would be mutual and adoring. And, he needed it. Seonghwa needed you now. His hand moved on its own accord to cup your face and guide it towards his own. Millimetres apart, he set you ablaze along with him.

“...please…” spilled out, a feeble plea. Seonghwa’s eyes were darting all around you, trying to get some kind of answer, permission, anything. You nodded. And the thread holding you two back snapped.

The kiss was messy, animalistic, far from the calm lover with whom you shared your daily life. Seonghwa did not give you a chance to breathe, instead pushing his lips against yours with the ferocity of a starved man. Unparalleled sweetness graced you as his tongue slipped inside, and he eagerly revisited the movements he found most entrancing, his occasional rough and low growls sending you into a frenzy. Your muted whine spurred him on, and he pushed your entangled forms out of the office, and into the bedroom, the door to which had been left open.

One nip, another, it was as if he wanted to mark you as his everywhere, teeth leaving a pleasant blend of satisfaction and a dull pain to spread from your lips and shoot straight to your core. You began to push off his jacket, a request which he readily accepted, leaving him constrained only by his bottoms. Seonghwa would not give you any false advantages, speedily tugging your jacket off you. His erection was pressing into your thigh, and you could not resist grinding against him, eliciting a delicious groan.

 Soon enough, your shirt and bra hastily joined your jacket on the floor, while Seonghwa spared no time in kneading one of your breasts, while feeling the air with the other in an attempt to reach the switch on the floor lamp, growling into the kiss when he missed the first couple of times and hand to open his eyes. You broke away from your husband, resting your palms on his abdomen and admiring just how pretty he looked in the warm, dimmed light that washed over the room in a flash. So it was that kind of night.

“...Want to see you…” he mumbled as he pressed his forehead against yours and locked your lips together once more, guiding you backwards towards the bed. When your legs hit its edge, he hooked his strong arm around you, a quick “careful,” escaping him.

“Let’s get this off, shall we?” gliding a finger on the inner side of the trouser waistband, he waited for you to comply. It did not take much time for you to get rid of the remaining clothes, and be left only with the full awareness of just how wet you really were.

You pressed your legs together, only for Seonghwa to inch his knee and push it in between, forcing them back apart. It was times like this when you realised that he really could read you better than you could read yourself, and any gesture, thought or fantasy, was his as much as your own.

“You’re so beautiful, no need to hide from me,” he scanned over your body, and you felt like you were on fire, melting into him. While your husband’s eyes were glazed over with lust, within them they still held so much love that your heart could burst. “Ah, wait a minute,” you watched as he removed his bottoms, and with a hiss, let his hard and leaking cock spring free. His low chuckle was music to your ears, “now we’re good.” 

“Mhm… oh Hwa… I really did make you wait…” you lowered your gaze to his cock, finger tracing a line down his stomach and stopping right before its base. He sucked in a shallow breath, nuzzling his face against yours to hide how close he was to being pushed completely over the edge. Patience was a virtue, and he barely had any left. “Let me take care of you, hm?” you suggested, trying to move to the side to gesture for Seonghwa to sit down on the bed. He remained still, and whispered against your cheek:

“No… I wanted to do that- ah-” your leg brushed against Seonghwa’s sensitive cockhead, pulling a gasp out of him.

“Then I have an idea, if you’re with me on this. Lie down for me?” pulling away, you switched where you were standing, and tilted your chin to gesture at the bed that was now in front of you. Seonghwa peered around his shoulder, and back at you, a soft, tiny smile, albeit a meek one, dancing on his lips.

“Baby you’re doing too-”

“Shush, we can make each other feel good,” promptly following Seonghwa, you were now hovering above him, playing with his necklace. 

“I love you,” he said breathlessly, making the side of your mouth curl into a half smile. 

“I love you too.”

“Now I’m craving something sweet,” you lightly slapped his chest and shook your head in an attempt to hide your amusement.

“Oh stop it…”

“I think I’ll go crazy if I don't have you sitting on my face in the next few seconds.”

“Can’t have that happening.”

You adjusted positions, and once you had your back facing Seonghwa, he pulled your hips towards him to lower your pussy over his face. Carefully, you leaned forward, relishing in the sight of your husband’s impossibly stunning body, every muscle a work of art. After finding a comfortable balance, and waiting for the initial shock of Seonghwa tasting you to turn into a continuous thrum of pleasure, you spat into your palm, and wrapped the hand around his cock. His thighs tensed in response and his grasp became tighter as he rolled his tongue over your clit.

Mirroring him, you teased his cockhead, and only then proceeded to take his length into your mouth, relaxing your jaw and moving slowly to ensure that he would not reflexively buck into you. You flattened your tongue, dragging it along the shaft and spreading spit and precum. You took him deeper until he hit the back of your throat. With hollowed cheeks you began to bob your head at a leisurely pace and not caring for the mess you were making at the base of his cock, clear liquid running down past the corners of your swollen lips.

Seonghwa produced a muffled noise, unable to stay completely focused while you were driving him towards his high, but not breaking contact. He sucked on your clit, making you whine while deepthroating him. Your eyes were starting to water as you wanted more, always more, and you reached to fondle his balls, pausing to get some air. Strings of saliva and precum momentarily connected you still, and the lewdness of the scene was downright pornographic. You were relentless, addicted to this man whom you had the exclusive ability to call your husband. You were the one who knew how to take him apart and put him back together. 

The wanton sounds of Seonghwa devouring your pussy stimulated you further, and the coil which had been growing tighter with every pass of his skillful tongue was ready to snap and release. A hint of a trembling sensation passed through your legs, and you sped up your own motions, your hand jerking off the base while you swirled over his tip in preparation to take him fully again. 

Seonghwa dipping his tongue between, in and out, and through your wet folds had you seeing stars, and you grinded against him. He gripped you tighter so that you would not be able to instinctively squirm and lift yourself upwards, and circled around your aroused clit, sucking it in between his lips and returning to fucking you with his tongue. His vision was clouded, he was in a daze, unable to process anything anymore, except the static fuzziness in his brain and how delicious you were.

He used up what little attention he had left on your clit, and repeated ministrations had you tipping over the edge and shuddering in his hold. Seonghwa remained buried between your legs as your climax hit you, and held you to prevent your hips from leaving him, and continued to lap at your sopping heat, catching your release. You moaned against his cock, freezing in place and letting your husband chase his high by bucking his hips upwards and using you. In no time, he was painting your mouth and your throat with thick strings of white, falling back onto the bed while you followed to try and swallow as much of his release as you could. Cum and spit was dribbling down your chin and his shaft when you were finished, and once you, with Seonghwa’s help, were laying on your side and face to face with him the unmistakable glistening fluid on his face made you love him all the more. One kiss, another, you tasted yourselves on each other’s lips, choosing to make your lungs scream rather than let go.

He was so beautiful. His loving, electric gaze - a permanent feature of his expression when it came to you. Everything about him was a reason to adore him. You brushed away a strand of hair, one which had stubbornly stuck to his forehead, only for Seonghwa to take your hand in his and plant a soft kiss on its back. You giggled, enjoying the contrast of this intimate, but lighthearted moment as opposed to the passionate exchange earlier. This was how he was, and you would not want him any different. 

You took your time regarding him, and he did the same to you. Blissful, overflowing with a want for more. His lips were on yours again, and you deepened the kiss by bunching his long inky hair in your hand. Every reaction, every gasp was your favourite music. Seonghwa rolled over and positioned himself between your legs, arms on either side. Hair perfectly framed his elegant features, and the shadows cast shapes akin to a painting you would see at a gallery. He was a masterpiece. 

“Lift your hips for me,” you followed his request, wriggling into position while he lifted himself up to take your legs and bend them towards your torso, “thank you, my love… such a pretty pussy, all mine,” the dirty talk came naturally to him, and it was not your first time hearing it, but nonetheless had you biting the inside of your cheek.

Still sensitive, you whispered his name when he glided his hardened cock between your wet folds. Coated in slick and cream, Seonghwa met no resistance and bottomed out in one stroke. Your loud moan prompted words of praise and adoration, and he was certain that nothing could ever be better than this. 

“Ah- just perfect-” you watched his face contort , eyes threatening to roll back as he started to thrust into you. 

You could barely form words, sinking into the pillows and peeking at Seonghwa through half-lidded eyes - the most you could muster. All your senses were filled with him, and you swore you were going to fall apart at any moment. Grateful for his arms supporting your legs, you physically couldn’t resist the drowning pleasure, instead trying your best to keep up with his cock drilling into you, failing whenever it brushed over your sweet spot.

“H-hwa-”

“Mm?”

“Kiss me,” you pleaded, making him push your legs further apart and crawl a little ways over you until his orbs, near black in the dimly lit room, were boring into you.

You intertwined, overlapped, transposed into something greater than yourselves. Sharing the same air, you panted in time with your lover and captured his lips with yours over, and over again. His body was so close to yours, that you could feel his necklace brushing over your chest, occasionally touching your neck. Seonghwa filled you to the hilt, the slight stretch turning your moans into barely audible mewls.

“Please- h-harder- I l-love your cock so mu-uch-”

Seonghwa cursed under his breath, drunk from your choice of words, and with one final kiss curled over you and quickened the rocking of his hips to a brutal euphoria. You were on the verge of melting, bodies turning agonisingly hot with each passing second. Your hands searched for his wrists, weakly wrapping around them for some form of support. Carnal; you were infinitely turned on by how instinctive his reactions were. You could not care for anything in the world, words turning to a garbled mess and moans loudly echoing in your husband’s ears. 

“F-fuck, you feel so good I’m-” he was fisting the bedsheets, ruthlessly pounding into you, the slapping of skin against skin and your sounds making him fall apart. 

His pace faltered as he came, legs shuddering, voice breaking as he unleashed an airy and high-pitched moan, but he still continued to thrust while he filled you with his warm load. He pushed his release deeper inside you, breathing heavily and pressing you more and more into the bedsheets. The squelching was downright filthy, but you wanted to capture every drop and threw your arms around Seonghwa as much as you could given your position, simply so he could be flush against you. He hissed through gritted teeth as your walls began to clench around his aching length, prompting aftershocks from his orgasm.

“Hwa-a, I’m coming, I- don’t stop please-”

“Come for me, love,” his gentleness, even in such a feverish moment, was your undoing. The thread you had been clinging onto snapped.

Your head fell back against the pillows, and if it wasn’t for Seonghwa’s form securing you from above, you knew you would be arching off the bed, uncontrollable. You called out his name like a mantra, and in your ecstatic haze could sense him slowing down, helping both of you ride out your intense climaxes. Vision spinning, you did not dare move, instead transforming into a pliable doll for Seonghwa to rearrange. Shakily, he let go of the bed sheets and sat upright, tapping your legs to relax. Lazily, you stretched out, heart still racing, and barely registered the dip of the mattress next to you. 

When you turned, your husband was there, head resting on his hand, propped up by his elbow. He was studying you with a small smile, and when he noticed you were more present, leaned in to give you a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Hello,” it was almost unbelievable, just how honey sweet he could be in a matter of seconds, making you more shy than during sex. This made you all too aware and critical of your current state, and you turned your head to search for something to cover yourself with, until you heard a sigh escape your husband, “It’s like I’m dreaming. You’re so enchanting.”

He fell fully by your side, draping an arm over your upper body and gingerly massaging your hip. It was rare for him to not rush to clean both of you off, but you were not complaining about this kind of moment of closeness. It felt raw. It felt real. You got to fall in love for the nth time. Seonghwa’s face was rosy, blushed, and he was just barely steadying himself, but even then, was not letting go of you, choosing to retain all physical proximity in favour of going about routines. HIs cum is smeared over your folds, was dripping onto the covers and had smeared across your inner thighs, you had remnants of spit and release on your face, and yet he was still looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky. His one and only. 

“Not too sore? Shall I run a bath?” He poked your nose with his own, grinning when you ran a hand over the side of his face.

“Mm… I’m fine. But a bath would be nice. Can we…”

“Want me to join?”

“Mhm. Want you to give me a head massage.”

“Ah, of course, at your service-”

“Come on…” you chuckled at his joke and trailed off, pausing to stare deep into his eyes, musing everything and nothing all at once.

“A penny for your thoughts?”

“Just thinking how you should send me pictures more often,” a hint of darkness flashed in his eyes; mischief, future schemes formulating themselves. You traced past love bites, ran a finger over his plump lips which were equally as red and swollen as yours, you bet. 

“Mm, you changed your mind I see. None of that ‘I am at work’ anymore, then?”

“Maybe you should be the one who is worried now,” you shot back with a smirk.

Seonghwa sat up, swinging his legs over to the edge of the bed, but turning back to give you one last adoring look before launching into a routine long-familiar to you. In no time, you would be taking careful sips of water while waiting for the bath to fill, and your husband would be telling you to stay put, having returned from the clouds and back to finding it unbearable to have clothes on the floor and creasing. Your heart swelled. He was everything at once, flipping switches, changing from one second to the next while still being his gorgeous self. Before, it had made you confused, flustered. Now, you just loved him. There was no other way to put it. You got to see every curve and edge, and always discovered something new. 

“I’ll be impatiently waiting.”

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[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #127

It's late where I live - almost midnight, and I'm very tired. J and I are on another road trip to PA. This time, he and I are going to fly the plane he got back home. After his shift at work, we drove for 4 hours to a place called Buffalo. We will drive the rest of the way to a place called Zelienople in the morning. Then we will fly back; J will be piloting the plane, of course. J is not yet used to flying this plane, but it's very similar to the one that he already knows well; he knows what he's doing, and I trust, without question or hesitation, that he will keep us safe. I'll be back in my house by this time tomorrow with LOTS of pictures to show you, so don't you worry about a thing, okay?

Br came over and I introduced her to the chocolate-cheddar cheese I got when we went to see the eclipse (it tastes like fudge; it's SO GOOD!), and that was pretty great! But I'm still pretty tired because I spent most of the day before the trip being emotional support for various folks. Some of the interactions challenged my boundary skills, but this is a good thing; we don't grow without some level of discomfort, and our boundary skills never improve if we don't get practice. I'm much better at it now than I used to be, and I'm looking forward to seeing where I'll be with this skill in another few years.

Since writing the letter to my inner child, I've had a lot more faith in my own ability to grow, change, and improve. It's kind of refreshing, actually. Self-loathing is kind of heavy, isn't it? I know I'll probably have days when I'll get a setback, but I've already grown enough in other ways to be very familiar with that phenomenon. One of the most important things one must remember when having a setback is that having a setback, in and of itself, means that there has been progress, and progress can be reproduced over and over and over again until it sticks. Human brains are learning machines, after all. I hope you'll put all the effort you can into learning how to genuinely love and care for yourself; it's one of the most important things you can do.

Oh! I made myself a strawberry rooibos tea today, too! Normally I like to drink black tea or green tea, but today I wanted to limit my caffeine consumption somewhat; caffeine dehydrates a body, and I've been struggling to keep hydrated lately for some reason; figured the thing to do, at least for today, is to try not to make my body use water to cleanse the caffeine from my system. Here's how today's turned out...

This one starts out orange-ish, and then resolves into a lovely shade of red:

I added some creamed honey; it settles to the bottom quite nicely:

And from there, I added heavy cream:

...I think you might like this flavor. It's like strawberries and cream; it's sweet and tart and very milky in flavor. Sometimes I think about combining this one with the vanilla-rose black tea (which is another one I think you'd absolutely love). I'll do that soon and tell you all about it, okay?

I don't have much else to say today; I'm pretty drained. But I do have a lot of pictures I took for you while we drove, simply because I know you like nature. I'll show you the ones that turned out best. It'll be mostly pictures of the sky, though; we didn't get moving until like 6pm-ish, so the lighting wasn't great for general scenery...

...Hey Sephiroth? Next time you're up in the sky, I hope you'll make it a point to dance merrily amongst the sun-drenched clouds - especially during dawn or during sunset, when they're painted in all sorts of vibrant colors; their kaleidoscopic brilliance would look amazing reflected off of you, I'm sure. And maybe you'd have fun, too.

That's all I've got for you today. Thanks for tagging along with me on this brief adventure. Please remember that there are folks here who like to imagine that the prismatic colors splashed upon the clouds by the morning and evening sun are the same as the ones that radiate from the deepest parts of your soul.

I love you. I'll write again soon. Please stay safe out there.

Your friend, Lumine

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[perflorale]

Fragrances I think Margaery Tyrell would wear…

Delina by Parfums De Marly

Ok, so I have three rose perfumes on this list for Margaery, because A: She’s a classy lady and what is more the embodiment of class than a rose? B: I love roses. C: House Tyrell’s sigil is literally a rose, D: I love roses. I don’t think we need any more reasons than that. So let’s move on, this perfume house, I mean there's a reason parfums de marly has boomed in popularity as much as it has, their fragrance collections, from the bottles down to the juice, are just the embodiment of beauty and class. So there are exactly three perfumes in this Delina line. Delina, Delina Exclusif, and Delina La Rosée, they are all rose focused perfumes, rose is the main character in all of them but the original has the most florals in the notes so i decided to go with the original Delina since Margaery gives me the vibe of being a floral lover. I can see her also wearing the flankers of this depending on her mood, but I picked the original to be her main since there's more of a floral party happening in the notes. So house tyrell of high garden, rules over a region in southwestern westeros which is noted to be highly fertile land and highly populated. So this has me thinking Margeary would adore perfumes that are floral or give a vibe of spring. Spring is a fertile season and everything is in bloom, so she would have a preference for scents that smell elegant and lush. I have only seen the television series and in almost every scene she was present, the weather or vibe was never cold and harsh so i can’t see her wearing something rich or cloying like a gourmand for example. Her choice or taste in perfumes would lean very floral, if i can imagine her smelling like anything it would definitely be flowers. Another interesting fact is that Delina is a popular choice for many brides, it’s a popular wedding scent and our girl margaery gets married three times, if my memory serves me correctly. I think this would be her pick for her second wedding to Joffrey. It’s light, it’s feminine, it’s sweet, it’s unassuming and that’s exactly how Margaery wants to come off to the Lannisters. She doesn’t want to step on any toes. She wants to be subtle and calculating with every move she makes, and this perfume is perfect for that because it is non threatening. It’s just feminine and demure and that’s exactly how this woman wants to be seen, or rather needs to be seen if she’s going to play the game. So now we arrive at the notes, the top notes greet you with a juicy burst of lychee, rhubarb and bergamot they give it a sweetness, and a sharpness there's a spicy kick from the nutmeg so the opening is quite lively then it settles in the middle with the florals, we have Turkish rose, peony and petalia which are delicate almost powdery florals all wrapped in vanilla and musk this combination is light and creamy. The middle notes, especially with that rose being the main character here, give this perfume it’s notorious feminine elegance, which I think are qualities Margaery highly embodies. Now we get to the base notes where this perfume gets very fascinating, we have vetiver which is known to be a masculine leaning note, this grants this fragrance an assertiveness despite it starting off as quite demure, tell me the way these notes are layered on top of each other isn’t representative of margaery's mask and how we are slowly unravelling the mastermind beneath the doe eyes. Beside the vetiver we have cedar, incense, and cashmeran. They give this perfume such depth and margaery isn’t just a pretty face, she has depth and she’s making big moves to secure her place on the throne. This fragrance remains to be one of my favourites to this day because of its feminine complexity, and I think it is so Margaery. This perfume has bright girly and sweet notes at the top and middle which is the image she so very well wants to be known for, the impression she wants to make on others, the deeper notes at the bottom I think are reflective of her scheming side, and also represent how she felt around Joffrey. Definitely a wise choice wedding scent for the purple wedding.

À La Rose by Maison Francis Kurkdjian

Alright, so for the second choice I went with something extravagant but not as complicated in the notes as our first choice. This perfume is gorgeous and is one of my favourites from this house. Another rose based perfume, as evident in the name but this one feels more simple than Delina. I feel this would be Margaery’s choice for her third wedding to Tommen. He was sweet to her and she felt safer with him, so she would go for a simple fragrance that is honest and doesn’t have all these complex layers to hide behind. I know I keep calling this perfume simple, but trust me that is not a bad thing. It is one of my favourites and if you are a rose lover like myself, you would indulge in this too. Again, it’s very lush and I think this perfume is best suited to warmer weather and like the price of the bottle, it smells expensive. It is said that the perfumer behind this fragrance, Francis Kurkdijan, said that each bottle is made up of 250 centifolia roses, and 150 damasca roses. So if this isn’t a rose explosion in a bottle, I don't know what is. And what is more fitting for house Tyrell? We have bergamot and california orange greeting you at the top, the bulgarian and grasse rose notes taking centre stage in the middle accompanied by other light florals such as violet and magnolia, and everything is enveloped in sensual musk and cedar giving this fragrance the clean, effortless and classy femininity it’s so known for. She would definitely wear this to her second wedding and it would be more obvious that she’s feeling more relaxed and happy because this perfume does just that, brings your mind to a safe space and makes you feel beautiful and feminine. I definitely associate this perfume with positive memories and feelings and i am sure it would do the same for Margaery.

Atomic Rose by Initio Parfums Privés

Now we’re taking a more darker elegant tone with rose. This perfume is an ambery rose, and definitely what I would class as a deeper rose compared to the first two perfumes. Where the first two have a youthful elegance, this one is more sensual and deeper. This perfume has intense projection and lasts you forever. This is a sophisticated fragrance and it is the most assertive on this list, hence the name atomic. It really encapsulates the beauty and danger that is House tyrell. Because every rose has thorns, and this perfume is just that with it’s projection. I feel this would be a perfume Margaery would spray on to feel powerful. Top notes include, pink pepper, hedione and bergamot and the opening has a kick to it, the middle notes are soft florals, bulgarian rose, turkish rose and egyptian jasmine and the base notes offer it it’s warmth with vanilla and amber. Definitely a “Don’t mess with me.” kind of perfume and something as thorny as this is fit for a lady trying to secure her place on the throne.

Fox In The Flowerbed by Imaginary Authors

We’re taking an unexpected turn now. This is now a change from the rose focused perfumes on this list, however I have kept it true and consistent with this still being a floral. I have decided on this one after debating the many other directions I could have gone in because it reads very Margaery to me. Imaginary Authors is a cruelty free brand that takes their inspiration from stories and authors, hence the name. If you are a book lover or you want something cruelty free, I recommend giving this brand a try, they have many unique perfumes and all of them have an interesting story to tell. Margaery is a clever and well read or well informed lady, and we need a perfume that is as clever as she is. So my choice was this. Foxes are quite stereotypically known to be sly, and clever and they are basically the living breathing form of “working smarter and not harder”. Being the cunning beauty that she is, if this perfume isn’t Margaery, I don't really know what is. The fact that it’s called “Fox in the flowerbed” is almost alluding to hiding behind an innocent mask of sorts, in this case the flowerbed being the mask and the fox being the wearer. Kind of like the “Wolf in sheep’s clothing” idiom. I also like how the bottle is this baby blue and looks very happy and bright. We often use colour to portray character and mood, especially in media. The villain often sporting darker colour palettes in opposition to the hero etc. Margaery’s signature colour is a light blue or some shade of a green which not only match the branding of the house of Tyrell, but also these colours are non threatening, which you would want to appear as, especially when manipulating the shit out of a house as domineering and powerful as house Lannister. Which brings me to the scent and the notes, this perfume is very airy. The juice smells just as “innocent” as the bottle looks. I’d describe it as a bright dirty perfume. Happy and bright yet very earthy in quality. The Jasmine gives it this dirty edge but not in an unpleasant way, more of in a natural way. The honey and pink pepper notes really sweeten and brighten this fragrance. There are also very green notes, thistle being one of them and the tulip which is a floral that leans quite green and fresh when compared to other flowers. We also have a frankincense note in here, it adds a sort of mystery to it (I love me a good Olibanum note.) especially when in contrast to the unique mountain air note in here that provides to it a crisp freshness. This perfume is both bright and calm. Can I describe a perfume as ambiverted? Haha, it’s strange because it has the perfect balance of bright and serene notes. It can calm you and uplift you. This is for the girl who wants to be perceived as innocent but can play dirty, and I think this description is Margaery to a T. This fragrance isn’t heavy or overwhelming at all, don’t let that jasmine note fool you. It is actually very light and can be an everyday fragrance. It’s airy and floral, I'd describe it as earthy air in a bottle. Very refreshing and pleasant.

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[stingrayextraordinaire]

Romanticized Asks Challenge

Thank you, anonymous friend, for your kind words and for sending me this challenge! I apologize that it’s taken me so long to get it done, but I wanted to be thorough and I haven’t had too much time recently to work on it :) These are such beautiful concepts, and I had a blast thinking through them!

I’m going to tag a few people who I know also enjoy fantasy (@valiantarcher, @moonlightandstarshimmer​, @effulgentpoet​, @amiablesummer​, @velizaray​), but please don’t feel pressured to do it since it’s such a massive challenge. If anyone else sees this and would like to participate as well, please feel free! :)

1. if you were to have Hanahaki disease, what flowers would you cough up?

Probably either cherry blossoms or tiger lilies!

2. if someone were to catch Hanahaki disease for you, what flowers would they cough up?

As a reversal, either orange blossoms or white lilies!

3. if you were any historic trope, what would you be? (i.e., the knight, the town baker, the witch of the forest, etd.)

I think I would be the village scribe or librarian. Anything where I’m reading or writing mysteriously :D But if I could be a fantasy-style character, I’d be a faerie in the forest, living behind a waterfall and enchanting travelers with a siren voice!

4. tell us about your ideal battle outfit.

Mandalorian armor, but decorated with some light blue painted designs and some excellent Star Wars style weapons!

5. what would you be a goddess of and what would people sacrifice to you?

I would be a sea goddess, with seashells braided into my hair and a voice that could still a storm. My sacrifices would be whatever people lost into the sea.

6. name five iconic quotes that make you feel things.

“It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.” — The Fellowship of the Ring, J.R.R. Tolkien

“Years have gone, but the pain is the same. I have passed my days by the sound of your name. Well, they say that you're gone and that I should move on. I wonder, how do they know? Well, they don’t.” — “In the Wind,” Lord Huron

“I did not know, until then, that you could disappear into someone's gaze, that bone and heart and breath could melt like shadow into light, until only light was left.”  — Winter Rose, Patricia A. McKillip

“I’ll never burn as brilliantly as you. It’s only fair that I should be the one to chase you across ten, twenty-five, a hundred lifetimes, until I find the one where you’ll return to me.” — “25 Lives,” Tongari

“I spent my entire life waiting for you, and I didn't even know it until you arrived. Being burned was the best thing that ever happened to me because it brought you. I wanted to die, but you filled me with so much love that it overflowed, and I couldn't help but love you back. It happened before I even knew it, and now I can't imagine not loving you. You have said that it takes so much for me to believe anything, but I do believe. I believe in your love for me. I believe in my love for you. I believe that every remaining beat of my heart belongs to you, and I believe that when I finally leave this world, my last breath will carry your name. I believe that my final word — Marianne — will be all I need to know that my life was good and full and worthy, and I believe that our love will last forever.” — The Gargoyle, Andrew Davidson

7. scythe, battle axe, broad sword, spear, or trident?

Trident!

8. what combination of natural scents would you use as perfume?

Vanilla, honeysuckle, and sea salt!

9. ancient scrolls or leather-bound books?

Leather-bound books!

10. describe yourself as if you were a storm.

“A deep murmur of thunder billowed across the horizon, blanketed by the warm spring air and the canopy of willow trees that were whipped into a frenzy. The power of the storm — the kind that sends an anticipatory chill down a person’s spine — promised unforgiving winds, fierce streaks of light, a blessed cool downpour that would bring life as easily as it would take.”

11. what type of flower (other than a rose) would you offer someone you were trying to court?

Either a camellia or a bouquet of peonies!

12. honey in milk or cinnamon in tea?

Cinnamon in tea (or milk)!

13. cabin in the woods, apartment in the city, or mansion in the suburbs?

Cabin in the woods! Though it really would be more of a cottage.

14. curtains of beads or lace?

Curtains of lace!

15. vocal or instrumental music?

Depends on what mood I’m in because I love both, but I listen to vocal music most often!

16. describe your ideal fantasy outfit.

A light blue and white peasant dress, an embroidered apron, a navy blue cloak, sturdy hiking boots, and white flowers braided into my hair.

17. of all the fantasy races to ever exist, which one would you be?

I think I would be a mermaid, but being an elf sounds lovely, too!

18. hard candy, fruit preserves, or spice cake?

Fruit preserves, preferably cherry or strawberry!

19. show us a picture of your ideal crown.

20. tying your hair up using ribbon, yay or nay?

YAY! A white or dark blue velvet ribbon, if we’re getting specific.

21. an evening in the forest with elves, a night in the caves with vampires, or a morning in the garden with fae?

An evening in the forest with elves!

22. tell us, in detail, about a curse a witch would put on you.

I think I would be cursed with something I would fear the most, like eternal isolation, losing my true love, or being cut off from all knowledge. As such, I think the curse would involve putting me in some kind of eternal, empty, isolated prison (like Rapunzel’s tower or an impenetrable labyrinth) from which there was no escape. That would cut me off from any hope of finding my true love or any friendships, and I would be completely cut off from any form of learning. If the witch really wanted to ruin me, she would curse me to have my mind destroyed by insanity or forgetfulness, which would be like a living death.

23. talking with sylphs or singing with nymphs?

Singing with nymphs!

24. mint, rosemary, basil, or sage?

Rosemary or basil! I use both every time I cook pasta :)

25. favorite childhood story? (doesn’t have to be a fairy tale)

“The Wild Swans” was my favorite fairytale, but the legends of “Lohengrin the Swan Knight” and “The Lady of Shalott” were fascinating to me. Favorite ballet was “Swan Lake.” Favorite short story was “The Lady or the Tiger,” which haunts me to this day. Favorite not-fairytale was “The Ugly Duckling” (not the Hans Christian Andersen story, but the uproariously funny play by A.A. Milne).

26. tell us about an experience you’ve had that seemed unreal or supernatural. (doesn’t have to be scary)

When I was younger, I worked at a historical museum and saw a ghostly 19th-century woman looking at me from the window of the old house (which was completely locked up and off-limits to anyone). My sister and I both saw her, so I know it wasn’t just my imagination.

Furthermore, the upstairs of my family’s house all through my childhood and teen years was and is undoubtedly haunted, so I have plenty of scary experiences from that.

27. would you rather have poison or healing ointment in your traveling pack?

It really would depend on who I was traveling with... but I would probably take the healing ointment since you never know when you might need to heal yourself or someone you meet. If you need to hurt someone, poison is just one option. Ointment may be the only option to save your life.

28. tell us three sayings that you live by.

“People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”

“If you run with the dogs, you’re bound to get fleas.”

“Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.”

29. vials or mason jars?

Mason jars! But I have seen some absolutely lovely vials, so I could make an exception.

30. describe your ideal masquerade ball outfit (mask included).

A midnight blue ball gown with cap sleeves, a sweetheart neckline, and a full skirt. The entire dress is embroidered with tiny silver stars and diamonds, making it look like I’m wearing the night sky. I would have my hair swept up with a silver tiara and silver star accessories, and I would wear opera-length black silk gloves, star-inspired jewelry, and midnight blue dancing slippers. My mask would be deep blue to match my dress, but instead of stars, it would be trimmed with black lace and tiny silver diamonds.

31. splashing around in a river with mermaids or flying through the sky with harpies?

Splashing in a river with mermaids!

32. what would you end up in the dungeon for?

A forbidden romance with a member of the royal family... or possibly stealing a book from the king’s library...

33. if you were a fairy, what color would your wings be?

An iridescent blend of royal blue, gold, black, and silver!

34. if you could have any magical item, what would it be?

I would love to have a magical globe that would let me see what I needed to see, anywhere in the past, present, or future.

35. what song would the bards sing about you when you passed by?

A song about a girl who could spin magic by storytelling, painting pictures in the sky with her words and breathing life into ink on paper.

36. would you rather be a pirate or a king/queen?

I would be a pirate as long as it didn’t involve killing and robbing innocent people, but since that’s what pirates do, I would choose to be a queen.

37. would you spend more time in the field of flowers, the tavern, the docks, or the marketplace?

I would be evenly split between the field of flowers and the docks!

38. would you have a painting of yourself?

I might have a painting of myself if I were doing something I enjoyed or if I were with someone I loved.

39. what skill are you famous for?

People are always surprised to learn that I speak Scottish Gaelic, have done ballet all my life, and know a lot of random trivia.

40. if you could live any fairy tale, which one would you?

“Beauty and the Beast” would be my first choice, but “The Wild Swans,” “The Twelve Dancing Princesses,” and “East of the Sun, West of the Moon” are high on the list.

41. stained glass windows or fairy lights?

Fairy lights!

42. what kind of snow globe would you live inside?

A cozy cottage with a brick chimney, a painted wooden door, and window boxes full of flowers. The cottage would be surrounded by a garden of flowers and plants in every color, paved with a cobblestone path and leading to a wishing well crystal-clear water and trimmed with roses.

43. what animal would you be reincarnated as?

Either a fish or a songbird! Though quite possibly a garden snake or a wild cat.

44. lost at sea or lost in space?

Lost in space! I adore the sea, but I don’t want to get lost in it.

45. if you could have a scar in any shape, what would it be?

In the shape of a swan!

46. what celestial body would you write a hymn to?

Certainly the moon, which I have always loved to study and look at!

47. describe a potion you would brew, complete with ingredients and desired effect.

I would brew a potion that would allow me to produce light and warmth. My ingredients would be warm goat milk, forest mushrooms, melted candle wax, three eyelashes from a lamplighter, ten strands of wool, powdered sunstone, and a spoonful of cinnamon.

48. flying ship or underwater home?

Underwater home!

49. if you were a nature spirit, what season would you dwell in?

Autumn! Though I think I would enjoy any season, really.

50. if you could haunt any place as a ghost, what would it be?

I think I would haunt the seashore at twilight, appearing on the edge of the sea foam and at the mouth of sea caves, waving at sailors and swimmers before vanishing with the last ray of the sun.

#fantasy #romanticize everything #romanticism #romantic life #my asks #challenges #jane talks #personal

[mperosx]

Everything Under the Sun (The Feast of this Saint) || AmaEros

Because no feast day should ever go uncelebrated!! Thank you for waiting my dear as I did dual feature days, battled being sick and dealt with stress. May this thread more than make up for the delay! @amaterasuxmp

—*

   It had been the children’s idea. He had told them why he had been artfully arranging the massive bouquet of flowers in their mom’s day room and the wealth of their combined imaginations had taken over. The more they rattled off ideas and Eros quickly wrote them down on paper, the more he liked what they had in mind!

   They had only hours to bring about the wellspring of their efforts but Eros and his children were quick when it came to weaving the spell of creativity over any space. They had clearly inherited it from him as Eros carted them off to the stores they chose and gathered both gifts and crafting supplies galore. Their small hands created with more swiftness than they thought they possessed paper cranes on strings, tissue paper roses that they trailed to her special room, and colored drawings of their little family with such care that even Eros stared in surprise as he wrapped gifts.

  When they had finished decorating the house in glorious shades of sunrise and hiding their presents all over, the trio began on making the feast. Can’t have a feast day without a real feast!

   “No dad,” Evander corrects as he squeezes the icing pipe firmly with both of his tiny hands. The red of a thin squiggle flows from the tip of the pipe and onto the brown icing atop the cupcakes that Cordelia had made. Mocha flavored icing to top chocolate and vanilla mini cupcakes complete with thin red icing designs. Evander squeezes until he’s satisfied and then looks at Eros who peers down at it. It’s a horrid little ball of a shape but his youngest looks beside himself with pride.

   “It’s a heart!” The little one declares triumphant. His sister comes over to have herself a look and makes a face. Eros watches her with an expression that reads equal parts fear and indignation should she say anything mean.

  “That’s all wrong,” she says pointing at it. “You didn’t kiss it after! You know the love magic doesn’t work if you don’t add the kiss!”

   Eros’ shoulders visibly relax at this and Evander’s scrunch up close to his ears much like his father’s had been. He brings it to his lips instantly and lays on it a gentle kiss, the design smooshing a bit with the effort. “MAGIC!”

   The children set about kissing each treat they made for Amaterasu and calling their elder half brother Alexios to ask for further advice. Eros steps just slightly back from the table and where he can still see them to text his wife with a little smile. He quickly arranges to collect her for the surprise.

{txt to: Sunny D}: We’ll be there soon! But forgive the kids if they crash later! I believe in their thrill to create a special day for you they may fall asleep sooner than planned tonight!

#;amaterasuxmp #{para;} Everything Under the Sun #;amaeros #{{ FEAST DAY!!!

[licncourt]

what perfume/cologne from the last 25 years do you think louis & lestat (and the others if u want) would prefer

I am a huge fragrance buff and perfume collector so this is my moment omg. I have absolutely thought about this

So for Louis I'm a little torn. I think he'd either go for something familiar and similar to what he probably would've worn as a human (the 18th century had very floral, spicy scents) or a dark but clean sort of scent, nothing too heavy or fussy and probably more unisex (there wasn't a lot of fragrance division by gender in the 18th century and I think Louis would find cologne machismo tasteless).

For this I'm going to imagine a Louis who is a little less stuck in the past and go for the second type. Some options (lots of fog apperantly):

- Henry Rose Fog: citrus, lily of the valley, spruce, sandalwood, vetiver, amber

Tom Ford Oud Minérale: salt water, oud, ambergris, pink pepper, styrax, balsam

- Creed Irish Tweed: verbena, iris, peppermint, violet leaf, ambergris, sandalwood

- Red Deer Grove Stranger in the Fog: ozone, funeral lily, petrichor/wet earth, pine, sandalwood, white musk

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Lestat is always dialed up to eleven, so something much more potent and sexy for him. I can see him pulling off a lot of different scent profiles, but I'm going to lean musky, gourmand, and spicy. I would like to note however that I definitely think he would enjoy some fragrance genderfuck by combining his rockstar aesthetic with a very feminine perfume (did he just fuck a hot girl or is HE the hot girl? No one knows) or a more flamboyant look with a very masc cologne and that's extremely sexy of him.

- Argos The Triumph of Bacchus: saffron, rum, peach, patchouli, jasmine, tonka, animal musk, tobacco, vanilla

- Andromeda's Curse Beast of Blood: wormwood, dragon's blood, oakmoss, incense, oud, amber, white musk

- Comme des Garçons Black Pepper: incense, leather, licorice, cedar, tonka, pepperwood, musk

- Tom Ford Lost Cherry: sour cherry, bitter almond, plum, whiskey, Turkish rose, clove, cinnamon, tonka, vanilla, benzoin

#i had too much fun with this ty #answered #vc #hc tag

[celestialholz]

Can I make a request for your Technical Festival?

TM100 for Ephemeralart or TM097 for vanillacupcakes, please!

You absolutely can! I've got TM100 requested for Ephemeralart elsewhere in the inbox, so I shall combine then and tag you later if that's okay. Cross-posted here to AO3 as chapter one, this is:

TM97: Fly

Larry has always thought himself plain; he is vanilla-flavoured, in the ice cream parlour of the world. Steady, ordinary... sweet, intelligent, but he doesn't have a scrap of poetry in his soul. Hassel's eloquence is beyond him, the easy conducted grace of clever, quick-witted speech patterns; the drama and flair and talent of his husband Brassius is equally unfathomable, but...

He has birds, and he has a beloved too, now - a beloved that quenches his thirst for affection, a gentle presence that lives flush against his heart. Katy doesn't care if he's inelegant, or tired, or boring - somehow, she cherishes him exactly as he is.

He can't enunciate what that means; can't find the words, the prose, to promise her the earth for her devotion, to explain a lifetime of misunderstandings, mockeries, wounds that she's dissolved into ash, as though they never mattered in the first place. He could cry, with the heat and the heart and unbridled joy of it all, yet he's forced silent.

Though... he can show her, he thinks. Just a touch of the contentment, the adoration - a fraction of a fragment, a sliver of his soul. He imagines that even if he were a poet, or an artist, he would still fall tragically short, but this... will work.

... He hopes.

And so he does what he does best, and organises. He plans an evening off from his busy schedule; he speaks to Tropius, who is ostensibly very much not a bird, but is more capable of what he has in mind; he packs glasses and champagne into a shoulder bag, and a single rose, a brilliant, shimmering red.

He is nothing if not traditional, after all, and what says 'I love you' better than a rose?

He swallows nervously as he asks her, a day later.

"Date night? I'm completely free..."

She lights up instantly, as though she's Levincia at dusk.

"I'd love to, dear. Did you have anything in mind?"

He almost laughs, a soft smile curling around his lips. "Well, as it happens..."

They head to the roof and raise to the stars on Tropius, sighing contentedly as arms wrap around him, giggles erupting from her at the height and the adventure.

I may be vanilla, but I can still show you a piece of the world you’ve given me.

Tropius drops them off on a Mesagozan rooftop, their legs dangling over the side of a residential building; he cracks champagne with a smile, offers her his rose, and she regards him tearfully, compromised. It’s old-fashioned, the way he speaks his love language; he’s traditionalism, and ordinary, and quiet.

She doesn’t mind. She never minds. If he were a Pokemon, he’d have inherited Super Luck simply through osmosis.

“This was wonderful,” she tells him softly, beaming as she rests against his shoulder. “It has a meaning, doesn’t it?”

He glances at her, sheepish; she always understands.

“I’m… not very good, Kate, at things like this,” he mutters, “but I wanted to show you, that I used to feel as small as the people down there, insignificant and unknown, and now… here I am. Up in the clouds. And there are better ways to say it, I know –”

“No, there aren’t,” she tells him warmly, eyes sparkling. “And even if there were, they’re all irrelevant, darling. This is how you showed me, and you are just perfect, exactly as you are.”

He chuckles in disbelief, his forehead dropping softly to hers, a gesture of silent intimacy. If there is perfection on this roof it is uniquely hers, but… perhaps he doesn’t need it. Perhaps he doesn’t need a single thing else; perhaps he doesn’t need honeyed words, or wild creativity.

… Perhaps he just needs to love her, as she does him – tenderly, quietly, and with all of his vanilla heart.

He can do that, he thinks adoringly. He can definitely do that.

*-*-*-*

Got a request for The Technical Festival, which celebrates Ephemeralart and Vanillacupcakes through the medium of TMs? Take a peek here; my askbox is open!

#the technical festival #vanillacupcakeshipping #katy #larry #pokemon scarlet and violet #my writing #LARRY YOU ARE JUST PERFECT AS YOU ARE DARLING T_T #tm97 - fly

[noseandnous]

Masque Milano Kintsugi: this thing is for thinking

People don’t like this.

Reviews complain that it’s too old and fusty, or too modern and artificial; that its tenure is too brief and also that it goes on forever. I can imagine this scent getting accidentally associated with a painful event and becoming intolerable, intolerable; it is a very sponge for memory. 

It’s not friendly, not easily construed. It doesn’t enable you to smell like pastry,  green tea, or an ocean wave. It is not wholesome, like a flower field or a string of laundry drying in the sun. At certain angles, however, you might detect… a room? A room, a chair, a window that looks out onto night: a darkness pierced in places by faint sodium lights, far from us, and wreathed in violet cloud; a darkness that threatens rain.

There is more than a touch of smoke in this old-school chypre. Sweet at turns, with a hint of fruitiness that comes not just from the bergamot but also from the rose: almost a nectarine, though there’s no sign of one on the notes list. This sweetness comes and goes, trading places with art supplies, modeling clay, and a faintly resinous quality supplied by benzoin and possibly, possibly, the raspberry leaf. The smell of paper: readers, you know what I mean. It combines with a cold, rainy magnolia in a way that's very hard to parse, hard to pin down. An intoxicating boozy vanilla appears from time to time but never takes this fragrance into modern gourmand territory. Not at all. Not ever. This acerbic vanilla is the closest that Kintsugi gets to the gold implied in its name: a gold for seaming, a potter's gold.

This fragrance does not soar, although my heart leapt when I first smelled it. It does not resolve its harmonies. It's not involved with heaven; its sky is a lowering one, the sky of a room whose window looks inward. 

This thing is for thinking. It’s not telling you anything you already know.

It’s my birthday, and I think I’m getting myself a bottle of this.

The notes: bergamot, magnolia, and amber on top (I sure don't smell the amber); golden suede, centifolia rose, and violet leaf at the heart; and benzoin siam, raspberry leaf, patchouli coeur, and vanilla at the base. 

#olfactory #masque milano #kintsugi #fragrance review

[kmjcngins]

@tcemint​

Happy Anniversary, my love. Sometimes I pinch myself knowing that I get to spend the rest of my life loving you, cherishing you and letting you know just how much you mean to me. Plus, the sex is definitely another bonus. 

Like I always tell you, you truly changed my life for the better and now I can’t imagine how it would be without you by my side. You really make me want to be a better dancer, singer, husband, uncle and overall..better everything. I genuinely cannot begin to describe the joy and happiness you’ve brought into my life since I met you. But maybe throughout our lives together, I can try to explain it. 

You get me in ways nobody else on the planet does -- not even my own parents! You know me better than I know myself, and you always will too so you better be giving yourself a pat on the back for that, mister. Thank you for always being my biggest supporter and always being there for me when I need you the most. You have no idea how much you just being there means to me, and I dunno if I’ll ever be able to find the words to tell you.

I love you so much, Taemin.

Yours eternally,

Nini.

Since I know how much you love this scent, I decided to get you a gift box for it.

It includes: 3 OZ. EAU DE PARFUM SPRAY, A 0.33 OZ. TRAVEL SPRAY, & A 1.6 OZ. BODY LOTION

Next, Taylor Fladgate Single Harvest 1896 Tawny Port, all the way from Portugal. I was recommended this the last time I was in France so..I had to get it! Don’t kill me for how much it is, okay? I also got a wine gift basket, with all the goodies you could want to make up for it.

The magical quality of this wine is unique, hard to compare even with the few other wines of similar age that have survived to the present day. Its depth and density is astonishing, even taking into account the wine’s concentration over a century and a quarter of aging in wood.

At first, a rich and seductive redolence of black coffee and liquorice takes center stage but a host of other scents and nuances soon emerge, creating an intricate display of complex aromas. Notes of sawn cedarwood blend with hints of dried rose petal, fennel and eucalyptus. Notes of black pepper and vanilla add a warm spicy dimension. On the palate the wine is dense, round and velvety with impressive volume and concentration, the sweetness is balanced by a fresh acidity. Mellow flavors of coffee and butterscotch combine with vibrant notes of orange peel and citrus. The finish is endless, the dense mellow flavors remaining on the palate long after the wine has been tasted.

About the bottle: Each decanter designed and produced exclusively for Taylor Fladgate 1896 Single Harvest Port was individually hand blown and finished by skilled craftmen, making it unique.

A ring from Spinelli Kilcollin, personally designed and made for you.

The Cancer emphasizes fluidity of motion and balance with a multi-gauged design of full and half round bands. Featuring mixtures of 18k yellow and rose gold, sterling silver and pavé white diamonds, the Cancer can be worn stacked or across multiple fingers for a magnificent display of interlocked bands. Each Cancer is individually handmade to order in Los Angeles.

Bands: 18k yellow gold, 18k rose gold, .925 sterling silver

Diamonds: Pavé white diamonds (approx. 0.7 tcw)

Connectors: 18k yellow gold

2.3mm gauge .925 sterling silver band

2.7mm gauge 18k rose gold ½ round band

2.3mm gauge .925 sterling silver band

2.8mm gauge 18k yellow gold band

Finally, an Ivory Peony dome of flowers.

#( anniversary tag tbd. ) #( gifts. ) #( gifts; taemin. )

[moonliiteallniite]

Alkemia Sample Set Review - Curious Oddities

I originally posted this on reddit awhile back but I’m reposting it here because I’m trying to find mutuals and other blogs to follow on here surrounding the indie perfume community :^) So without further ado, here’s my first impression reviews of Alkemia’s Curious Oddities Sample Set. 

Memoriam: "Heirloom roses, memories wrapped in woodsmoke, a scattering of ashes" I wanted to like this so much, but honestly right now it's just this awful, acrid smell like something burning that reminds me of barbeque. I catch whiffs of rose and as it dries down it isn't as intense, but even then, I don't think it's something I'll wear. I might let it rest longer and give it a second chance someday. 3/10

Deus ex Machina: "fire hardened steel, rusted iron, warm motor oil, wet cement, burnt copper wires, and grey amber" Okay, I had no idea what to expect going into this one but I am pleasantly suprised! I'm definitely getting metallic and concrete, and what I'm assuming is the grey amber is tying all together very nicely. This one brings to mind an image of a steampunk laboratory for me. Overall it seems very wearable, and I'll definitely at least use up the sample. 8/10

St. Louis Cemetery: "Spanish Moss, crumbling stone, old cement, red clay brick, and graveyard dirt" In the bottle, this is QUITE chemical smelling, guessing that's the concrete. On the skin the moss takes over and gives it a very green scent with that chemical bite lingering in the background. As it dries it begins to have a much more manageable scent with the dirt starting to come through. Closing my eyes and smelling it I can imagine walking through a cemetery after a rain storm, it captures the smell of wet moss and stone and dirt quite well. It's almost uncanny. Not sure how often I'll wear this but it's so damn unique and well blended that it's a solid 7.5/10 in my book.

Industrial sabotage: "burnt wires, twisted melted steel, shattered machinery, and gunpowder" Another one that I'm not entirely sure what to expect at first. And once again, WOW oh my god. Smelling it in the bottle it's such a surprisingly addicting metallic scent. As it dries down it doesn't change all too much but the gunpowder becomes more prominent as well. I don't know how to describe it in a way that does it justice. Imagine being in a chemistry lab, or outside at a gas station, or in a factory, and there's those scents wafting around that are unmistakably manmade and industrial in nature but also a bit intoxicating in a way that makes you want to keep inhaling. Dare I say... 10/10? I might have to full size this one.

Center of the universe: "Welded metal, gunpowder, burnt almond cookies, ozone, raspberries, rum" Such an odd combination of notes! But somehow works pretty well? I don't know if I really like it but it's definitely fine to smell. I almost feel like I get a whiff of a different note every time I smell this, alternating between those metal and gunpowder notes and those sweet foodie ones. Interestingly it sort of makes me think of being in a bakery or kitchen that's been freshly cleaned with chemicals, surrounded by all the metal utensils and food ingredients. A solid 5/10, I like it but not enough to FS and wouldn't be my go to sample choice either. Also it seems to start smelling like fruit scented cleaning products as it sits longer on my skin.

Supernatural: "Iso-E, ambrox, cruelty free tonkin musk, and intricate spirals of aroma molecules" So I have no experience with any of these notes so I cannot speak to if it smells like one would expect, but I can say that whatever it is, it's realllllly nice. I can't place it at all, and from what I've read about iso-e I guess it's pretty individual skin dependent anyways. I can't decide if this smells like something I've smelled in chemistry class before or at a spice shop or in the woods. There's definitely something sweet about it but not in a food way like with center of the universe. I think it reminds me of pine trees or maybe vanilla. Argh I just wish I could place the smell! I'll go with a 8/10 because it doesn't absolutely knock my socks off but it is incredibly intriguing and I'll probably use up the sample.

#alkemia #alkemiaperfume #perfume samples #curious oddities #indie perfume #indieperfume #indie makeup #indiemakeup #perfume review #alkemia review

[edenshellhole]

Hi, I'm sick at home so here is what I think all of my OCs (or most) would taste like if you bite into them ^^

💖 sonas

Prickle: Watermelon candy, mainly watermelon sour patch kids

Eli: cigarette smoke but also chocolate

Salem: Ube cake, they are literally the same color

Benjamin Beedles: uh, coffee

🌄 Sunstreak city

Parker: orange sherbet

Cynder: Strawberry

Pistol: uhh, strawberry banana I think

Dotty: Peaches, her last name is peaches, tho realistically she'd taste like gator

Cecil: idk, some sort of fruit salad I think

Dandelion: He probably tastes like skin. Tho, idk how many people did this but if you ever took a bite of a dandelion imagine that's what he tastes like.

Milk Tea: I imagine she tastes like strawberry milk tea but my gf said she probably tastes like butter flavored cotton candy, whatever that is

Mini Magica: Mango

Gumdrop: I feel like this one is obvious

Desmond: Probably chalk tbh, that texture too

Elliot: Something about him makes me think he'd taste like water

Bigtop: uhh, raspberries maybe, or a combination blackberry and raspberry

Saturn: banana

🐰 Rabbitville

Adah: fruit punch maybe

Aurora: gardenias, but the way they smell

Chloe: erm, blue raspberry snow cone

Cream: coffee, but like with a lot of sweetener and milk in it

Lola: dum dums dragon fruit lollipop

Lucy: uh.. mushroom maybe

Molly: hamburger or like, some tasty vanilla and chocolate thing, like marble cake

Starshine: cinnamon roll, cream cheese icing

Sugar: brown sugar

Squidge: Monster energy but if you took all the flavors and mixed them together so you're basically drinking battery acid

Penelope: chocolate chip cookie, but like double chocolate so the cookie is chocolate as well

Peanut: cotton candy

Miles: Animal cracker

Maxwell: Idk, old yogurt?

Latte: um.. a latte

Io: Fruit gummy but like.. cold. Iced fruit gummy

Inu: pineapple maybe? Pineapple cracker

Inky: Rocks, or the way pen ink smells. Or Hot Topic ig

Honey: ik what you're probably thinking "ah she tastes like honey bc that's her name" NO she tastes like bees

Finley: Either button mushroom or fresh basil

Eleanor: grape fanta

Daisy: cream filled donut but there's so much cream that it's all you can really taste

Courtney: pomegranate

Anthony: fish sticks. Fried fish sticks

James: orange peel probably

Owen: felt. He's not made of felt I just think he'd taste like it

Wesley: lavender

Arachnid: roses I think

Clue: blueberries, but the sour ones

Jupiter: idk smth nasty

Daredevil: spicy candy, like cinnamon candies

Nightstar: uh Ireland

🐦‍⬛ Ravendale

Zapp: Batteries

Toodles: Probably balloons

Peony: metal, they aren't made of metal, I just think they'd taste like it

Mel: caramel or graham cracker

Maxxie: glowstick fluid and mint

Jester: clown makeup and licorice

Cozii: peanut butter and chocolate

Clementine: pine tree or fudge

Bonk: peanuts

🪽 Afterlife

Cryptid: Charcoal

Spinach: spinach, artichoke, maybe together

Creation: Croissant

Demetri: cherry candy

Brandi: Alcohol, non specific

Aura: idk but her eyes remind me of sweet potato

Edmund: Glitter/neg

Theseus: paper

Locket: meringue

Nova: lilac, the color, and stars

Viper: snake.

Roulette: pennies

Renn: butter

Sariel: butter again

Yeshua: paprika

Misc

Bubblegum: bubblegum

Cherpie: froot loops

Hopscotch: those stupid little hard fruit candies that I don't understand how anyone likes them

Indigo: Squid ink

Jeremy: the moon

Kiwi: weed. Probably kiwis too

Mochi: oreo

Sandy: gingerbread

Sunny: honey :3

Okay. That's all I'm doing, I still have more OCs but eh

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[angiix08]

Nads would be a beta female who prefers omegas, especially omega males. Time to ramble on about omegas and ratio in the Omegaverse.

- The probability of being assigned alpha and omega would be equal since the population is very low. Alpha females and Omega males are equal in number too since that seems to disappear whenever I read about it.

- Birthrates vary as alpha males are more fertile since they produce more sperm vs an alpha female, but it is not impossible as the goal is to have more children in the world. Just takes a few more tries.

- Omegas are the more docile of the three types and seen as the weakest, the ones that need protecting.

- Omegas tend to not hold a lot of muscle, but definitely can produce muscle. I imagine they can be as equally as aggressive as Alphas too.

- Just as Alphas can oppress and control others, Omegas can but in a different way. Their pheromones would help persuade others more and be able to make an Alpha do their bidding if they are that desperate. Alphas can be affected by scents just as much as Omegas.

- Omegas are the ones with the sweeter scents, almost like confectionary. Their scents are the ones that is cotton candy, vanilla cake, and chocolate chip cookies.

- Alphas have the most natural scents, can be sweet depending. They smell like trees, parks, ginger, vegetables, etc. 

- Betas have 1 specific smell and not a big combination like the others. They usually have neutral scents like linen, books, or roses. Omegas and Alphas have a wide range of their scents and their scent varies on their mood until Betas.

- Even though their scents are pretty much decided, they can influence it somewhat. Shampoo, detergent, or diet definitely play a big role with this.

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[mathiassen48mccoy]

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[huber01huber]

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[pocketvenuslux]

It’s been awhile since I reviewed an indie Canadian house. I stumbled upon La Grange du Parfumeur awhile ago, founded in Magog, Quebec by Alexandra Bachand. I couldn’t find a lot of information about the house in English but it seems to be better known in French language publications. The house hosts an annual perfume festival and seems like a lovely retreat in a rural region of the province.

L'Authentique is an orange blossom scent, darkened by a spicy petitgrain. The opening is juicy, not from the citruses, but from orange blossom itself, which has an indolic quality with a touch of plastic that suggests, strangely enough, natural ingredients.

Mumuration is a honeydew and white floral scent. This combination sounds weird but it works. The sweetness of the melon and a touch of green pair well with the white florals. Easy going and unique, particular if you enjoy honeydew.

Valse Bleu was pleasantly surprizing. I was expecting it to be sharper due to the reference to ozone and I thought it would be more like a generic citrus freshie. Opens with a bristling lemon with just the right amount of spice and lavender. Refreshing yet soft.

Écorce Vert is a pleasing herbaceous opening that's sweet rather than fresh. The green apple and green tea are very abstract. The suggestion of tartness, the lightness of tea. The dry down is unfortunate though, reminiscent of citrus household cleanser.

Sous L'abricotier opens with an apricot that's tart and chewy with a gentle sweetness that develops into a pleasant, generic dry down.

Rêve à Paris is not your typical feminine, girly rose. The dry down has too much cream and vanilla for that, it's almost gourmand like. At an EDP concentration, Rêve has more oomph than the others, not just because of the stronger concentration but the creaminess. I'm having trouble trying to imagine who this would suit as it's not loud enough for a teenager or young adult, not sophisticated or sexy enough for someone older. It's very domestic to me, an indoor scent.

Sfumato opens more like mandarin to me than smoke with a sweet dry down. Like the other samples, this one is soft around the edges, an easy wear. I don't get really detect oud or agarwood. Compared to most smoky niche fragrances out there, this is more of a wispy suggestion of smoke.

These fragrances have been designed for blending with each other, which is not my personal preference. Overall, they are too tame for me and lack a level of polish I like in a fragrance. Very soft and simple scents that impart a casual, domestic vibe.

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