#scented blooming powder

[ageofevermore]

OH, LORD SAVE ME

SUMMARY — after a night out with the girls, wanda gets possessive after learning maria couldn’t keep her hands to herself. oh, lord save me my drug is my baby i’ll get using for the rest of my life.

WARNINGS — nsfw minors dni, alcohol consumption, marijuana and cocaine usage, smoking a blunt, biting, face slapping, ass slapping, strap-on usage, vibrator usage, blowjob, brief nipple play, scratching, fingering, doggy/missionary, degradation, mommy kink, orgasm control, overstimulation, multiple orgasm, dom/sub dynamics, brat shenanigans

A floral aroma hits your nose the second you enter the bedroom. The rest of the house holds the scent of weed, and the scattered lighters in the living room tell you enough. The lights are low, and a nature documentary is paused on the television screen across from the bed, but no trace of your girlfriend is visible from the doorway. Remnants of white powder cling to the oak furniture you recently bought, and her credit card lies beside the evidence of a chased high. Wanda D. Maximoff is stamped into the card, already an obvious give away as to who the perpetrator is. The room spins as you walk deeper into it, and clumsily your body collides with the bedpost.

The fan is running in the bathroom, and the faintest tinge of yellow peeks out from beneath the door, shining into the room like slivers of sunlight hitting a prism. The shower isn’t running, and neither is the sink, either of the two an indicator that she’s ready to call it a night. It’s approaching two am now, and the sunlight that filled the bedroom before has turned to inky midnight. The spontaneous night out with some girlfriends from work has left you giggly, artificial cherry on your lips as your tongue swipes across them. You don’t bother knocking as you enter the bathroom, though the seconds you spend fumbling with the doorknob are enough warning that you’re coming in, not that she’d mind either way.

The sight of her, sprawled out on the floor, brown hair scattered about and bloodshot eyes staring at the ceiling gives you a pause for a second before you burst into giggles that shake the gold chains holding your dress up. The skimpy black number was one of Wanda’s personal favorites, but your girlfriend hadn’t been home when you left to comment on it. If she had been, your neck wouldn’t be as clear as it is now, only soft, healing hickeys remain from nights prior, not too bad for your usually bruised up appearance. Wanda startles at your added sound, but her eyes never peel away from their concentrated dedication to the fan on the ceiling. There’s an abandoned bowl laying next to her, and your customized red lighter is left on the countertop next to a bottle of water. Having to hear her whine about how dry her mouth is when she’s high is a nuisance, so you’ve begun to leave bottles of water in her favorite smoking spots, and clearly, it did you some good.

“Baby!” Your voice drags, slightly slurred together and raised in pitch as you tumble to the floor to lay beside her. Hating when your hair ends up in your face, you’d been proactive for a change, and had decided to braid it for your night out, and as you fall to the ground, it whacks Wanda in the face, but you don’t notice, too absorbed in trying to see what she’s so interested in. “I missed you!” When the fan no longer interests you, because why would it, you roll on top of her effectively elbowing her in the chest, and it’s enough of a commotion to finally break her concentration. The second her eyes are on you, a darkness blooms in the typically evergreen centers. Her huff of surprise for the air being knocked out of her lungs is only a half second long, before she's scanning your smudged makeup and biting down on her bottom lip that's in desperate need of some chapstick. “You smoked without me!”

“You weren’t home.” The accented edge to her words sends warmth spiraling down your bones. The alcohol having already flushed your cheeks and tickled your belly only amplified the desire that burned in your bones, igniting a flame so hot you were sure tomorrow wouldn’t see the light of day. “You look hot.” Her hands leave where they had been lying flat on the tile floor, grabbing your ass in rough handfuls that make you giggle.

“Mmm, wore your favorite dress. Maria got a little handsy. I think it’s a fan favorite.” You taunted her, dancing your lips across hers before pulling away to look at her face fully. Cocaine is still clinging to her porcelain skin, dusted between her nose in what looks like an attempt to wipe it away. Whatever makeup she’d been wearing before was gone, only a faint stain of black below her eyes that indicated she’d been rubbing her eyes before she took her mascara off. You shouldn't be so bothered by the state of her, but the combination of her wandering hands and hungry eyes was pulling you apart piece by piece.

Wanda growled at the mention of your mutual friend who was known for her wandering hands and sultry commentary, though it didn’t bring Wanda any amusement to hear about her interest in the dress. Not when she wasn’t around to remind Maria that you were hers. Your attention drops to Wanda's exposed neck, and your teeth find a home sinking into the soft flesh. Hints of her perfume twist with the scent of cocaine and marijuana, and it's entirely intoxicating. “Maria needs to learn to keep her hands to herself.”

“And what if she doesn’t?” Mischief swims in your eyes, and you sink your teeth into a particularly sensitive spot on Wanda’s neck, just beneath her ear. Her breath hitched, her hands grabbing at the fabric of your dress around your hips. Her entire body shudders, and for a moment, she freezes entirely to just enjoy the sensation that travels through her previously numb limbs.

Your tongue soothed the bite, dancing circles around the marks you’d left. Wanda’s eyes fluttered shut, bunching your dress up around your hips in favor of twisting the ridge of your lace panties between her delicate fingers. “Do I need to remind you who you belong to?”

“Why don’t you remind me?” You nipped her neck a final time before pulling away to watch her process your words, which were more like a silent invitation for her to have her way with your body.

Wanda shoved you off of her messily, a growl crawling from the depth of her throat as she watched you smirk like you’d been caught with your hand in the cookie jar. “Get in the bedroom.”

“What? Don’t want to fuck me on the bathroom floor? Again.” Your breath tickled her wet skin, a cold shill crawling up her spine that she very narrowly avoided reacting to. “I’m sure Maria would.”

“Go.” Her tone left no room for arguments this time, and you scrambled to comply, although clumsily with your still strapped heels and spinning vision. Giggles spilled from between your lips when you rammed into the doorframe, completely absorbed in completing Wanda’s direction and not noticing how she spent a few extra minutes fumbling for something in the bathroom.

Your body sank into the soft bed, black sheets blending into the tiny dress you squeezed yourself into. The skin tight material still bunched around your hips in messy folds, exposing the front of your lacy black thong that left little to the imagination. Suddenly aware of how desperate you were without Wanda’s neck as a distraction, one hand slid between your legs while the other fumbled to grab your breasts through the thin material. Your panties were soaked through, sticking to your folds uncomfortably. Your thighs spread without any invitation, and you pulled them aside desperate for attention where you most needed it.

Eyes fluttering shut at the first stroke against your engorged clit, you didn’t hear Wanda shutting the cabinets and turning off the bathroom lights, only feeling her presence when a hand grabbed around your neck and startled you enough that your antsy fingers stilled between your legs.

“Did I tell you to touch yourself?” She growled, leaning over you with a dominating presence. Your head shook side to side quickly, your pussy abandoned. You ached for something more, but words failed you as you stared back at her. Something landed beside your head, but before you could look to see what it was Wanda was demanding more from you. “Use your words, you had no problem doing that before.”

“N-No.” You spluttered, fighting to keep your eyes open the longer she held your neck. Her fingers tightened, and it was then you realized she was still wearing her rings, the metal digging into your skin harshly.

“No, who?” The words pulled the breath out of your lungs, and you’re sure you looked like a fish out of water scrambling to find the right words to answer her. “Huh? Don’t make me wait. No, who.”

“N-No, Mommy.” You managed, gasping for breath when her hand finally left your neck, and it was only then you realized she had dug out your red strap, and her hand was holding the base tightly.

“Stupid slut.” She scoffed, moving backward so she was standing farther from the end of the bed. “Since you had so much to say before, I figured we’d put that mouth to use. Get on your knees.”

You dropped to your knees so fast you were sure they’d be bruised by the morning, but the only thing you could think about was how badly you wanted to feel her in your mouth. Bracing your hands on her thighs, you waited for her to instruct you to begin, knowing you were already playing a dangerous game. A smirk crept onto her lips at your clear impatience, and she was no stranger to making you wait. Spitting on her hand, she brought it down to the silicone cock, spreading it around teasingly. You whined, silently begging her to stop her torture and let you have a taste.

“What's wrong? See something you like?” Your girlfriend taunted, throwing her head back as she stroked the silicone cock, your favorite of the collection you’ve acquired since getting together a few years ago.

“Please.” You begged with hooded eyes, wanting to be the one that was turning her on and giving her pleasure.

“Please what?” Wanda cooed, voice dripping with lust as she watched you writhe in front of her, desperate for anything she wanted to give you. “Do you want to suck my cock? Feel it against your tongue? Let me fuck your mouth? Is that it?”

You nodded, tears pooling in your eyes the longer she made you wait. Your thighs pinched together, looking to relieve the aching in where you needed her most. She didn’t say anything about your actions, and for that you were grateful, but it wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy you and she knew that. “Please. Please let me suck your cock, Mommy.”

“Get on with it then.” You wasted no time, one hand holding onto the base of the strap while the other stayed in place on her thigh. Her salvia has slickened the silicone, making it easier for you to take more of it quickly. She was heavy against your tongue, and for a second, you just enjoyed the feeling, before you began working the length with your hand and your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and letting the bulbous head ram into the back of your throat, desperate to please.

Wanda’s hand fell onto your head, a guttural moan leaving her lips watching you take her length. The strap wasn’t small by any means, one of your bigger ones, and yet you devoured her. Your eyes watered when she began to thrust at first shallowly, but losing her reserve the longer she watched you endure it. You gagged when she forced your nose to her pelvis, the cock practically down your throat, but she didn’t pull away, forcing you to feel her and remember who owned your throat. She pulled away with a pop, ready to absolutely obliterate your pussy.

“Strip. Panties and heels stay on.” You scrambled to comply, rising to your feet with shaky movements, not only from the anticipation of finally getting what you want, but the alcohol that was still coursing through your system. “Hands and knees. Ass up.”

Your dress ended up in a puddle on the floor to be dealt with later, and the bed sank with your weight as you got into position, impatiently pushing your hips backward to meet the scarlet strap. A slap left your ass cheek tingling, your body jolting forward in shock.

“Patience.” Wanda demanded thickly, sokovian accent twisting her words into something dangerous. Your entire body shuddered in anticipation, keeping your eyes forward knowing how much she likes it. You jumped when her fingers found your panties, tracing the lace design before slipping lower. Wanda groaned at how wet you are, thighs glistening with your arousal and panties clinging to your folds. She pulls them to the side, fingers toying with your lips and narrowly avoiding your clit each time she makes a pass around your pussy. “What got you this wet, moya lyubov'? Hmmm?”

With shaky breath, your head dropped onto the comforter, fists balling up the cotton material, “Y-You, Mommy. You did. You got me this wet.”

Her fingers pressed against your weeping entrance but never farther, pushing you farther and farther toward the edge of desperation, and from experience, you knew it was a steep fall. She wanted you at you breaking point, she wanted you to remember who owned you the next time you decided to fuck around. “Not Maria? But I thought you liked her touching what's mine?”

Brattiness tempted you to fuck with her, but your desperation to be touched was winning the fight, and you bit back your sarcastic answer in favor of finally feeling her and being given some relief. “N-no. I like when you touch me. I’m yours.” You gasped when she slipped two fingers inside of you, giving you a second to adjust before she began to scissor your sopping pussy. Every ridge of your pussy fit her fingers like a glove, and Wanda yearned to hear your whimpers as you sought out pleasure at her control.

“You gonna let Maria get handsy with you again when I’m not around?” Her fingers were set at a brutal pace, but still she avoided your aching clit that was begging for attention. Your hips stuttered, your eyes pinched shut so impossibly tight you thought you were seeing starts. When her fingers caressed the sweet spot inside of you, all thoughts vanished from your mind as you whined for more and less at the same time. “Are you. Going to. Let her. Get handsy. With you. Again?” Wanda repeated, annunciating each word with a harsh stroke against your g-stop.

“N-no! No I’m n-not! Please. Please!” You needed more. You needed her cock in your pussy, pounding you into the bed, or her fingers on your clit, you needed something more than just her brutal pace going in and out of your cunt knowing full well you wouldn’t be able to cum from just that.

“Please what, moya lyubov'?” She taunted, stilling her fingers all together but not pulling them out, just leaving you full enough to want more.

“Fuck me already!” You sobbed, turning your head to meet her eye, watching how she enjoyed breaking you down for her to play with.

“Are my fingers not enough for this slutty pussy? You need more? Desperate whore wants to get fucked?” She teased, pulling her fingers away from you completely and watching strings of wetness bead between her knuckles as she plays with your slick. She moans when she tastes you, fingers running your wetness across her tongue. “Get on your back.”

You watch as she walks away, pulling out a pre-rolled blunt and a lighter she stole from Natasha the last time the redhead was over. The black design stood out in the otherwise near darkness, the gold snake that wrapped around your favorite design in the stolen collection you both kept adding too. Wanda lit up, grimacing at the first hit that burnt the back of her throat. She blew the smoke out in a near perfect o shape, taking another drag before she came back to you. She passed off the blunt, climbing over top of you when you accepted it and took a drag. The grungy taste of smoke filled your mouth, adding to the heaviness in your limbs almost instantly.

“You ready?” She asked, positioning the bulbous head of the dildo with your entrance. You nodded, taking another drag before offering it to her. Her lips wrapped around it angelically, a stark contrast to how filthy the both of you were being. Wanda wasted no time, burying the dick in your pussy in one thrust, and setting a brutal pace as she fucked you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the blunt burning a hole in the comforter as ash fell off. You gasped at her brutal pace, reaching to set the blunt in the ashtray on your bedside table, immediately bringing your newly free hands to her back, digging your nails into her bare skin. Her tits bounced with each thrust, hanging over you with an invitation to pinch her perfectly pink nipples. Wanda's hands squeezed at your hips, gliding down your body until they reached your thighs. Pulling your legs further apart, the head of her cock rammed into your cervix, shooting white ropes of pleasure through every nerve in your body. Your back arched off the back, nipples pointed to the sky as you searched for more. The pebbled buds taunted your girlfriend, who leaned down hungrily and took one between her teeth, pulling at the sensitive flesh that was a one way shot to your clit.

“Please Wands, touch my clit.” You begged, tears welling in your eyes as pleasure built. Wanda's pace was brutal, and you were impossibly full, but she had still yet to touch your clit and every nerve in your body was burning with need.

“Hand me the vibrator.” She grit out through clenched teeth, leaving your nipples in favor of pointing to the scarlet vibrator she’d thrown on the bed before. Your hand fumbled to grab it, limbs shaking not only from the power of her thrusts but from desire. “God, I love this pussy.”

Wanda switched the vibrator to its second highest setting, settling it right on your sensitive nub. A sharp whine left your lips, back arching and hands searching for her skin. Your nails dragged marks down her back, your orgasm approaching quickly as she worked your over sensitive body.

“O-Oh, o-oh! Right there, r-right there!” You gasped, digging your nails into her hips, hips writhing to meet her thrusts and fall over the edge that was just out of reach. A hand slapped your cheek before moving onto pinch your nipples, your body alight with so many sensations you didn’t know how to react. “I-Im gonna cum! Mommy! O-oh I'm so close! I'm so close!”

Wanda slapped you again, shaking her head with pinched shut eyes, “Hold it.”

“I can’t!” You moaned, head thrown back and neck perfectly exposed for her to grab. Her fingers wrapped around your soft skin, squeezing in all the places that made you melt and worked you up simultaneously. Your head felt so heavy, your limbs each weighing a couple hundred pounds as they dropped onto the sheets and grabbed handfuls. “Wanda! Wanda I’m gonna cum! Im gonna cum!”

Minutes passed without a response from your partner, and the coil in your belly was desperately close to snapping with or without her permission, but before you could warn her, she was speaking, “Cum for me. Cum for me, slut.”

You came with a screech, but Wanda’s thrusts didn’t stop, they only seemed to amplify as she worked you through your climax and fought for her own, switching the vibrator to the highest setting despite the tears already falling from your eyes. “It’s too much. W-Wands it too much!”

Your body was alight will the combination of marijuana and alcohol, and your second orgasm was being pried from your body with a force that could break bones. Your teeth bit into your bottom lip so hard you could taste the metallic tell of blood, but the pleasure was so intense you didn’t care. “C-cum with me! Cum with me, dorogoy. Fuck. F-fuck.” The both of you exploded with a scream, Wanda dropping the vibrator somewhere on the bed and falling on top of you, heaving to catch her breath. The clock on your wall said it was after five am, and the drugs mixed with general exhaustion was pulling on her muscles.

“I love you.” She gasped, pressing soft kisses into your skin and wiggling until her feet weren’t dangling off the edge of the bed anymore. Her thighs were sticky from her orgasm, but neither of you cared to clean yourselves up. You kick your heels off, and Wanda undid the strap, throwing both objects somewhere in the room to clean and put away later.

Shimming out of your soaked panties, you grimace as the cold wetness brushed against your sensitive clit. “I love you too.”

A beat of silence fills the space, and you think she’s fallen sleep before she speaks again, “Did Maria really grab your ass?”

A giggle rustles your chests, and you shake your head while brushing your fingers through her tangled and sweaty hair. “She was too preoccupied with Nat to spare me a second glance.”

“You could’ve just asked to be fucked.” Wanda laughed.

“This was more fun.”

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[oakbuggy]

Liar, Liar chapter 1

Recom!Neteyam x female OC

Summary : Tala of the Tawkami gets captured by a familiar face and to both of their misfortune, they are trapped together due to circumstance. They are extremely vexed by this and each other and also very horny.

Warnings: Minors DNI, non-con+dub-con, explicit smut, dirty talk, authority, power struggle, mentions+depictions of blood, minor violence, character death, marking, biting, scenting

!! Each chapter will have images throughout the chapter, only the AO3 will have the NSFW-uncensored versions. Please keep this in mind as you read !!

Chapter 1 (NSFW) ~5.2k words

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Tala grimaced every time a bullet was fired, noisily ripping through the greenery no matter where it was aimed.

She stayed huddled in a thicket, eyes darting through the leaves and flowers and rain.

Everything had gone so wrong so quickly. They were supposed to be the scouting party, that’s it, it wasn’t supposed to be dangerous. But the tawtute sterile and foul scents proved otherwise.

The sudden downpour helped to mask all individual Navi scents, but it also made it harder to know where anyone was. Seeing a cluster of roots with just enough space for her smaller body to fit, Tala slid into the safety of the crevice, disturbing only blades of grass.

At least, that’s what she hoped.

And she was glad her years of alchemy training didn’t fail her because through the blood, ash, and mist, she smelled a much less offensive sterile scent. The rain was dampening it, but the odor of tawtute fabric stuck to their skin. Just her luck to have a dream walker hovering so close to her, but better her than another. She was technically a warrior, as all alchemists of the Tawkami went through the same rites of passage, but she honestly barely qualified as a fighter. Tala would’ve wildly preferred being someone’s pretty mate and just experiment all day for new recipes and poultices.

Tala stayed absolutely still, her green eyes glued to the entrance of the roots. She looked down at her hands, her entire body folded into the smallest ball she could be, frowning a bit at the scars and scuffles. She could imagine her friend scolding her for paying attention to such things when she was being actively pursued-

A gun’s barrel burst through the entrance of the roots and shot through her hair.

Tala screamed and thrashed, kicking the gun out of the way she forced her body outside of the root’s crevice. She reached into her satchel on her hip and flung coarse powder into the assailant’s face. The rain solidified on the soldier’s face and she scrambled away through the jungle.

The RDA soldier coughed and hissed behind her, empty-handed save for one of the pink flowers that were decorated throughout Tala’s hair. He crushed it and gave chase, abandoning the gun. He didn’t need it.

Tala jumped through all manner of branches and foliage. If she had time to think, Tala would be praying to Eywa now to save her, air burning her lungs.

The dream walker was insufferably graceful, talented at keeping his eyes on her. Tala dared a look back and gasped. She didn’t realize until too late that her foot stepped on only air beyond the edge of a steep glade.

“N-Netey-OOf!” The soldier fully pounced on Tala, which only sent them toppling. Large hands clawed into her sides as the two of them rolled down, slowly coming to a painful stop of groans and blooming bruises on their heads and limbs. Immediately the soldier got to his feet while his target was violently backing away, clawing through the grass. It couldn’t be him, he’s been dead for years now. It was a trick of the light, the rain entered her eye, she was being delusional, desperate.

As if a cruel trick of Eywa’s, Tala found herself back in the start, she had burrowed into a large and hollow tree trunk and was again trapped inside it. From the darkness outside, a hand burst through the entrance and clawed at her hair, impartial as to whether it wanted to pull her out or claw its way inside.

She was slapping, thrashing, the soldier’s large gloved hands were searching for her neck through her thick, loose curls. Her nails caught on the soldier’s green military headband, ripping it off to reveal a large, star-shaped scar on the left side of his forehead. He snarled but now so close, Tala froze.

Sunlillies and tree bark. A nostalgic smell.

She stopped, letting the soldier squeeze her neck, as her wide green eyes blinked upwards, staring at his face.

“Neteyam? Is it really…?” Tala started to whisper, she felt around at his hands. Four fingers, not a dream walker. She kept trembling eyes on his face, it looked so much like him. Even the way his forehead wrinkled when his brow raised in perplexity, now a large scar resting right above it. Yellow eyes met green and all the terror-induced adrenaline Tala had pumping through her was now going straight to her heart.

The soldier had also long stopped, stunned. Stunned by her scent, of spiced honey and rose, scents that he attributed to the environment than to her. The hammering pain he felt in his skull, from his scar, had dissipated drastically. He realized who he was holding.

“Tala.” His voice was low, uncharacteristically unsure.

She wanted to open her mouth and ask all the right questions, the smartest ones, but her mouth stayed silent. The soldier slowly loosened his grip. She looked at the name tag on his uniform. ’T. Sully’.

He allowed some minute bit of space between them, their breaths warming each other up from the cold of the constant rainfall. Tala eyed his scar, blackened and old.

“You’ve been poisoned.” Her throat was dry and her heart was pounding. As if simply saying something was enough, the RDA soldier lunged back into her, his face in her hair and arms encompassing her. She made a strangled, distressed noise.

“N-Neteyam! What are you-“

“Shut up.” It felt like a shadow covered her body, snuffing Eywa’s light on her. The voice, low, husked into the shell of her ears. Cold. It was very cold. The usual comfort she’d feel hearing his voice was missing.

When Tala tried to pull back, Neteyam’s hands tightened painfully around her body, squeezing her impossibly closer. His head hasn’t felt this at peace since he ‘awoke’. The headache was mercifully lessened each time he breathed in the Tawkami girl’s scent. Months felt like decades of torture, something for him to shoulder with each waking moment. Everything hurt his head, it was constant and numbing but somehow, with her…

A whine cried out of her throat, her breath felt constricted. Tala tried to scramble her fingers around the sleeves of his black shirt, clawing at the fabric and trying to push him away but to no avail. His tactical harnesses, both on his chest and around his legs, dug into her skin painfully.

“Let go of me.” Tala weakly hissed into his hair even though her arms, though tense, felt so weak. Brittle.

Neteyam hissed.

“Just stay still. Don’t you understand how easy it is for me to kill you?” 

Tala stilled, confused. She was used to being admonished, by many people, yet she’s never known the Omaticayan to waste time for a kill. She noticed though the shallow pressure of his broad chest against hers, the lowest and quietest inhale. 

He was smelling her.

This na’vi may no longer be Neteyam, a shadow that shared his name, but still, something stirred in Tala when she realized this. Stupid feelings she thought were buried and dead.

“Killing me by smelling me then, are you?” She mumbled, taking the gamble. No matter how overpoweringly soothing her scent was, Neteyam felt irritation rise at her words. That’s right, she’s always been sort of a pain to talk to… They’ve met twice before and both times left him feeling embarrassment and indignation. For what exactly, he couldn’t recall.

Still, his tail swished irritably now. He sat up to see her face to catch a glimpse of those green eyes that constantly taunted whoever had their attention.

Great mother, he wished he didn’t remember her so the thought that she’d only gotten prettier wouldn’t enter his head.

“Don’t push me, Tawkami. How haven’t you changed at all?” He snarled, venom dripping from his maw. Tala frowned and sunk her claws into his uncovered bicep, earning a small hiss. His hands curled again around the column of her neck, lightly squeezing.

Her eyelashes fluttered as she started seeing spots in her vision. Somehow, the universe both gave her a gift and a curse. Eywa returned his body to her, but not his mind. No more gentle hands, no kind eyes, no bashful expressions, or the comfort of his silhouette. She felt so entirely bitter to have hoped at all.

“Maybe I’ve not changed at all…” Tala felt like the headband in her hand was suddenly too heavy, she didn’t want it.

“But you’ve changed too much.” She finished, her stare was acidic.

“I died. And now I’m back and I’m forced to bear the consequences of it.” His voice was stern but quiet. Tala’s brows furrowed. Then her eyes went back to his large scar. From her studies, it truly looked poisoned, festering, and painful but the skin on top was healed. She was confused, na’vi were not the type to hide scars.

Tala reached around and placed his headband slowly back around his forehead. Delicate fingertips felt like burns along his skin and Neteyam was ready to crack her neck at any sign of force.

“The poison?”

No response. She scowled.

“Poison’s made you a bore too?” Tala let out a loud gag when his large thumbs momentarily dug into her throat.

“Still so foolish and mouthy.” The soldier growled. ‘Poisoned’ was a strange way to call his ever-present migraine, but seemed close enough. Unfortunately, the cure to that headache was another one in the form of an incredibly annoying woman. His patience was thinning.

“But you still find me so pretty, don’t you? Otherwise, what’s taking so long, hmm?” Her tone and smile were sickly sweet, just the way he always hated it.

The consequences were immediate, Neteyam nearly buried Tala into the ground, knocking whatever little breath she had left. He forced her legs around him in the struggle and went for her neck to suck and bite. She yelped when rough fingers clenched at her hair and pulled her closer to him.

Her words incensed him and now he knew that Eywa cursed him, why did this loathsome woman have to smell so good, and have to smile so lovely and be so soft?

“You’ve always been so fucking-“

She could feel Neteyam’s tongue and fangs scrape over her neck. Her strangled yelps stopped when Neteyam roughly pushed the stiff tent of his pants against her thigh.

“Annoying, so fucking full of yourself-“

She saw only a flash of golden eyes glaring at her before she felt lips crash onto hers. Fangs clashed against each other and Neteyam stuck his tongue into her mouth. Tala was mortified when she could immediately feel a heat pool in her belly. The musk of his arousal was so dizzying even through the thick camo fabric.

She wanted to say she struggled heroically but in shame, Tala’s will crumbled quickly. The kiss was just so bruising, so angry, she stopped struggling to focus on twisting his tongue and stealing his air.

Neteyam didn’t break the kiss as he ripped the gloves off his calloused hands, now feeling desperate to lose himself in her smell and her softness. He groped at her waist and squeezed the roundness of her hips, now her smell was intoxicating, tinged with her desire. He moaned at the contact, practically rutting his clothed cock against her. Tala could feel slick gather underneath her tewng, she knew for sure a wet spot was already leaking through it.

His hand stilled and Tala could finally look at him, tense. Neteyam seemed only to revel in it, his pupils enlarging further, brows furrowed, he looked near enraged. With him or with her, Tala figured it was probably both. 

“What are you doing, Neteyam?” She rasped, conflicted and now hot and bothered. Her only answer was him sucking her clavicle hard, hands now groping at her tits wantonly.

Sense returned to Tala’s head and she started kicking at him, kicking around his much larger, muscular waist.

“Get away-oh!” She screeched when suddenly he was picking her up, making her back bend uncomfortably around the roof of the hollow tree, she was practically sitting on his shoulders now. His head was between her thighs and the wet muscle of his tongue was digging through her tewng, getting her wetter and wetter. She smelled divine here and he licked a long strip over the thin cloth, he could feel her heat on his tongue.

Unable to keep her balance she gripped the back of his head, his neck, the slope of his back, just anything so she wouldn’t topple over. Squeezing her thighs around his face only seemed to goad him on further.

“Neteyam!” Tala said, choking on her drool as the heat of her core rose exponentially with Neteyam’s sudden worshipping.

“I’m going to taste you. Don’t stop me.” 

The announcement makes her cunt clench around nothing and she stills. Her face is on fire, she is so conflicted by the way he was squeezing her ass and how completely and uncomfortably drenched her cunt was- Neteyam pushed the tight fabric of her tewng to the side and started lapping at her pussy lips.

“Ooohh, oh, fuck!” She moaned, feeling just so filthy. His rough and wet tongue pressed against her hole, licked long strips against it and he dug for deeper, more of her juices. The more those juices dripped down his face, the more he lapped it up hungrily. He was just fucking gone, nothing hurt anymore and only extreme pleasure was left in his wake. His ego preened as he listened to her muffled whimpers like a favored song, she was not so annoying when his tongue was deep in her cunt like this. He thinks he prefers her like this, hanging onto him desperately, legs wide for him.

Neteyam felt like he could cum from just the sound of her desperate whines alone. 

“Net-Nete…” She whispered his name harshly but could barely form it. The coil of heat in her belly was tightening oh so much, and when Neteyam’s nose burrowed further onto her clit, her eyes glazed over in pure ecstasy.

He sucked at her clit and groaned at the sweetness that exploded on his tongue. In his mind, it was his private feast and the satisfaction he got from making this irritable woman melt in his hands was simply an appetizer.

Her eyes rolled back, the spring snapped and she closed her legs impossibly tight around his face as she came so hard she saw white. Her body stiffened, even her tail squeezed tightly around Neteyam’s bicep, and after agonizingly long seconds, her body went limp.

To her vague surprise, he was still completely supporting her despite her relaxing her whole weight over him.

To the extreme surprise of her nerves, he was still swallowing all her excess liquids, now sucking over her reddened and puffy cunt for just a bit more savory sweetness.

“N-nete- I-came…” She said in broken mewls and weakly pawed at his back, eyes starting to water from the overstimulation. He, of course, didn’t stop, he didn’t even hear her. “It’s too much, stop…” She said a bit louder and dug her nails deeper into his back, but still Neteyam didn’t budge.

He basked in massaging her twitching, sticky cunt, the way it pulsated around his tongue, and flinched at every light scrape of his teeth. He only wished he had enough space to soak his fingers in her until she was hiccuping and the pads of his fingers were pruney.

Tala felt another orgasm crash through her and this time she wailed, body staying limp, hair cascading over her and over Neteyam’s back. Her cunt was now hurting and she was struggling to keep conscious.

She blinked at the distance, seeing the flash of yellow plastic. The Compass. She had pressed random buttons in the struggle, trying to get the dog tags or his uniform name as she knew the device could record nature, likenesses. Tala continued trying to blink away tears but before she knew it, her eyes clamped shut and everything went dark to the constantly stinging and tingling texture of Neteyam’s tongue.

It was maybe 20 minutes before the RDA na’vi noticed her noises were considerably muted and her body felt boneless. He swallowed the rest of his fill, he had practically licked her clean before he let her body completely relax on the jungle floor.

He stared down at her figure and took another deep breath, his migraines truly were gone.

She had said that he was poisoned. Neteyam clicked his tongue as he readjusted her coverings and hoisted her over his shoulder.

To the detriment of both of them, she seemed to be the only cure he had for now.

–

When Tala came to, it was as violent as she had never hoped it to be.

She screamed, static coursing through her entire body and when an RDA soldier shut it off, her whole body felt numb. She could barely see the bright white linoleum floor as two combat boots came into view.

A large hand forcefully tilted her head up and she grimaced.

“Well, outta all the biters you could’ve brought back, you chose a pretty one.” The dream walker said, his face was aged and his hair was cut extremely short. He had a square jaw and aged features, along with thick eyebrows. He let Tala’s face fall carelessly as he stood back up straight.

“That better not be the only reason you chose her, Corporal Tom.” His voice was hard. Tala was vaguely aware of her body being strapped vertically onto a table and only able to move around her neck, though she barely had the energy to lift it anyway.

“No, sir, Colonel Quaritch, sir.” It was Neteyam. Voice cold and unfeeling, just like how he had first talked to her. No sunlight, no warmth. “She is of the Tawkami clan and has knowledge of all of Pandora’s natural resources as an alchemist and healer. She will be of use in identifying plants still undiscovered.”

Quaritch simply stared hard at Neteyam, or, Corporal Tom, and grumbled quietly. The Phoenix II reconditioning program had worked almost miraculously well, but the older soldier still had his suspicions. He was somewhat aware of the change he himself was facing since the Skirmish at the Three Brothers years ago, so he had to keep a close eye on the former Sully boy.

It’s been a fast year since his reawakening, and to Quaritch’s knowledge, he was pretty sure the kid spent his ruts alone and barely interacted with those outside of the Recombinant Squad if even them. The… experience left him angry, which was great on the battlefield. Not for making sure his head was all there even in downtime though.

The colonel kneeled low to look at Tala’s face clearly, her head still hanging. Easy on the eyes at least, would it be so bad for him to have his own little fucktoy? It wasn’t regulated, but some prisoners became favored partners of the Recoms or other reawakened Na’vi, if at least to help with their monthly biological needs.

“I know you can understand me doll face, most of the Tawkami does by now.” He started with a cold hostility in his tone. Tala kept silent, trying to steel herself. She didn’t want to die, but she’d welcome any return to Eywa with open arms before helping these demons.

“To make everything crystal clear, I’m going to say this once. You make a peep of trouble, we shoot you. You fuck up, we shoot you. We’re not animals mind you, you play by our rules and you can live a reasonable life of use to us. Just don’t give us a reason to kill, and we won’t, sweetheart.” His seethe ended in a cruelly humored smile and Tala was feeling her blood run cold looking at him.

Quaritch rolled his eyes emphatically when she stayed silent.

“Gonna need to hear that you understand, doll face.” He rumbled and she pursed her lips. She nodded.

“…yes. I do.” Tala said, English heavily accented but understandable all the same. Quaritch stood to his full height, carelessly letting go of her face.

He turned to Neteyam with a scowl.

“Well, you got your fucktoy, Corporal Tom. Enjoy it.” He meanly snarled, getting close to Neteyam. The younger didn’t flinch, both of them staring intensely into the other’s glowing eyes. Maintaining eye contact, Quaritch waved his hand and another blast of shock scorched Tala’s body, making her scream in pain. Tala balled her hands and felt tears burn down her face as pain shocked through every bone in her spine.

Quaritch searched Neteyam’s face for any ounce of care, even the faintest inclination to help her. The colonel didn’t want any emotional bullshit conflict, he had his own to deal with.

Not even a flicker towards her figure, despite her screams getting shriller. Quaritch sent the operator a glance and finally, Tala was given a break from the torture. Her whole body sunk, the restraints digging into her skin, though she couldn’t feel it. Tala breathed hard, her body still twitching from the pain. It felt like her eyes and ears were bleeding, she wanted to vomit.

The older soldier smiled lightheartedly.

“Just a little welcome present,” Quaritch said, then passed by the younger and clapped his shoulder. “Look alive, soldier. Get her ready and cuffed. I’ll ask the eggheads which lab needs a hand. Don’t take too long.

When he left the room, Neteyam nodded his head at the operator to also make his exit.

Now they were alone. His footsteps towards her were silent, she only knew he was so close because his shoes came into view.

Tala twisted her head to at least be able to peer up at his face. She was aching thoroughly, but the soreness of her crotch especially made her sport quite a mirthful smile.

“Did you like the taste enough to keep me?”

Neteyam scowled then smirked.

“Almost as much as you liked creaming on my tongue.” He taunted back and his smirk grew as he saw Tala’s pretty smile get wiped off her face instantly.

A surprisingly soft grip supported her chin, and she raised her head to meet his eyes. While he still wore the harness and cargo pants, he was no longer wearing his tactical vest. She could clearly see the broadness of his shoulders, how sculpted and wide his chest was under the tight black shirt. Eywa really picked favorites.

Neteyam’s nose twitched, as it usually did with irritation.

“Be thankful I didn’t kill you. At least now you can be of use.” His voice had a sharper edge that made Tala glare at him. The stale light of fluorescent bulbs didn’t seem to suit either of them.

“Of use? Like you are to the vrrteps(demons), kavukte(traitor)?” Tala hissed, green eyes flashing with indignation. She wanted to bite his fingers off. Neteyam’s jaw tensed.

“What are you planning, Neteyam? What do you want?” She pushed, her voice much more hoarse than she thought it would be.

“I’m saving this planet by ending the Na’vi people’s resistance, Tawkami. They are being manipulated by Eywa, it’s not their fault, but they refuse to listen. Eywa keeps the People from growing, and she is the reason they suffer now. The humans will save us.” Neteyam said with such finality and clarity that it unsettled her, like lines practiced over and over again.

“Eywa keeps the balance, Neteyam, the vrrteps are selfish, they take and take. You know this, I know you do.” Her voice was pleading now, nerves heightened. She wanted desperately for him to listen to her and see reason.

“Then even this is part of Eywa’s plan, no? To let the sky people take and take. It was the sky people that saved me, not Her.” He said with a growl.

Tala couldn’t bear to listen anymore and ripped her face away from his grip, squeezing her eyes shut.

Wretched words, cruel thoughts that didn’t sound truly like his.

“The vrrteps did not save you, Neteyam. They were the ones that killed you! Lo’ak-.” Four fingers clamped her mouth shut and the amber pool of his eyes seared into hers.

“I remember everything. And my life was over far before Lo’ak’s stupidity got me shot.” He seethed, pupils in threatening and aggressive slits. Tala scowled, ears pinned to the side of her head.

“What are you talking about?”

“Jake. He ended my life long before that battle. Then replaced me before my body even turned cold, and now I live every single day in torture!” His words suddenly erupted in anger, violently surfacing above. Resentment emanated from every word and his hurt was suffocating. She knew she wouldn’t be able to get through to him, she was not the person he needed now. He needed Kiri or Tuk, he needed his family.

Tala was suddenly reminded of how small a part of his life she really embodied. At most a week’s worth of memories, years stretched in between. Barely any history. 

She wanted to entertain that maybe it was her good looks and charming personality that made her memorable, but Tala wasn’t completely dumb. Neteyam had always been surrounded by attractive, talented navi, better yet, members of his own clan he could court.

Those infuriatingly beautiful eyes, making her think unnecessary things right then. Because that time was over, and these feelings didn’t matter. They never have.

“So your life is over, and now you’re ‘Corporal Tom’. Why does the Corporal want me?” Tala wondered out loud, biding for time as she scanned the room. White, eye-achingly so, metallic, plastic, unnatural, sterile, cold.

His waw tensed as he didn’t answer.

“Honestly, it’s looking like you’re obsessed with me.” Tala said with an entirely syrupy sweet and contemptuous smile. A fire started growing in her mind.

He lived every day in pain. And the scar looked blackened; poisoned and now hidden. Navi don’t hide scars. And suddenly he’s smelling her and eating her out as if she was his ambrosia. 

Tala crinkled her eyes and batted her eyelashes at him.

“Oh, does being around me help with the hurt, poor sky demon warrior?”

When Tala saw his tail swishing in angry large strokes, she knew her answer, unable to contain how pleased she was now. It was laughable, for both of them, truly! She went through her mental alchemy compendium, considering what and how effected him. Relief through her scent, then arousal? Or minor dosage of comfort through scent then a substantial through oral consumption?

Tala sighed internally, this would have been a wonderful opportunity to experiment with the effects of this mind poison if it wasn’t for all the guns and threats and torture.

Neteyam suddenly and wordlessly stripped off her floral top.

“Neteyam!” She screeched, though his eyes just wandered along her chest, tits soft and dotted with dark pink nipples. Tala flinched violently away when large fingers pinched at her flesh, but still they continued to play and bruise the sensitive buds without care. Tala strangled a mewl in her throat, mortified. He had stayed too silent all this time, she should have known something was boiling in him.

And indeed there was, he hated her insolence and her overactive brain, how she pieced things together so damningly quickly.

“Nothing will get you to shut up, will it.” Neteyam mused out loud, rolling her nipple between his thumb and index finger. He pinched it hard and Tala yelped.

“Remind yourself that you have no power here, Tawkami. At most, you’re a stress toy.” He said in a deceptively simplistic manner. As if to make the point stick he stuck thick gloved fingers in her mouth, pushing teeth and tongue. Neteyam stared, daring her to bite him. She didn’t.

“Smart toy, good toy.” He mumbled then, eyes narrowing in self-satisfaction. Tala’s face went hot but she kept compliant.

“Stay good, and I won’t break that thin neck.” Neteyam said, pushing his fingers in her mouth deeper. She gagged and Neteyam felt a familiar throbbing in his pants.

He stopped and then leaned over her like a predator, almost growling.

“I can smell how bad you want me. If you’re good, I’ll fuck the brat out of you until you’ve had your fill.”

Tala closed her eyes, just so completely humiliated yet so aroused, it made her fume. Neteyam smiled smugly when he saw her expression. He liked seeing her when she was too frustrated to do anything else but let her face turn red.

Tala grumbled something under her breath. His ears caught something about him being a horny psychotic asshole. So he proved her point.

“AH!” Sharp fangs sunk into the crook of her neck. He was-he was biting her, marking her! Neteyam was nearly crushing her small shoulders still as he bit down, blood beading and staining her skin.

“Great Mother, what is wrong with you?!” Tala was screaming, now jerking her body this way and that. She didn’t care that it made it more painful, she didn’t care that flecks of her blood were landing on his face and the rest of her body.

But neither did he, he let his fangs stay sunk into her skin, he seemed to be enjoying her struggling, the fucking asshole-

When Neteyam finally stood up, there were thin dribbles of saliva and blood running down his chin and he wiped it off with the heel of his glove carelessly.

Tala was breathing hard, confused and so horribly aroused, she didn’t even want to know how much of a mess she looked then. Her skin was on fire, she was barely aware of the tears running down her cheeks, tears of anger.

Her green eyes shined brighter in her shock, pink lips parted in terrible confusion. Her hair was a mess, braids no longer neat and curls in her face, sticking to her cheeks with her tears. And now the side of her neck, bitten into and punctured, like a pearl necklace of blood.

Neteyam thought it was the prettiest he’d ever seen her. And by Eywa his head felt the most relieved it’s been by far.

“A horny, psychotic asshole, right?” He said smugly, daring any more rebellion from her in his tone and she glared viciously at him. Neteyam merely kept his head raised and roughly pulled up her top.

He turned away and left once the doors slid open, whispering something to the tawtute waiting outside. He didn’t take any look back, he didn’t need to.

Tala felt hostility bubble in her gut, marking was for mates, not whatever the hell this was. Not from whatever he was!

The scientist walked in and pulled out a needle, making her ears pin to the back of her head. The injection went in so quickly, Tala could only remember those yellow eyes, searing into her.

It made her want to gag.

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[meownotgood]

morning routine / hayakawa aki

morning routine with boyfriend aki.

pairing: hayakawa aki x gn!reader

genre: headcanons / fluff / domestic

note: this post is sfw, but this account contains nsfw content. please do not follow if you are a minor.

soundtrack: link

☆ Mornings with Aki are quiet and serene, soft moments between the two of you stolen before daybreak has even unfolded, with only the faintest hues of yellow spilling through the gaps in the curtains. Aki treasures every one; he longs for nothing more than to spend each day's new beginning by your side.

☆ Aki tends to wake up earlier than you, usually well before his alarm is set to ring. The chill of the early-morning air has already settled upon his room; the mattress shifts slightly as he turns, and he finds your form in the dark, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his chest. Your limbs tangle with his under the velvet sheets, his heartbeat syncs with the rhythm of your own, and the way his figure curls around yours is perfect, as if he was always meant to be right here.

☆ As you begin to wake, you can feel his warm breath fan over your neck, his soft hair tickling your skin. The haze of sleep begins to fade from your head, and when your eyes flutter open, your vision slowly coming into focus, you find that Aki is already staring at you, admiring your face with a gentle smile that makes the corners of his eyes crinkle. His voice is weighed down by lingering drowsiness, deep and rough in his throat when he asks you what he always does first thing each morning: Good morning, sweetheart. How did you sleep? 

☆ Aki rubs slow circles on your back with his palm while you tell him about your dreams, if you happen to remember any. More and more rays of sunlight peek through the blinds, bringing brightness and warmth to the dim, monochrome bedroom. Aki listens intently to your every word, using this time as an opportunity to adore you before the day has even really started. You're wearing his clothes, his shirt; you smell like him, even more than the sheets do. Like the rich scent of his cigarettes and his familiar laundry powder. 

☆ He reaches up to click off his alarm when it rings, but he opts to sink back into bed with you, for just a few more minutes. Your enveloping warmth, the gentle sound of your breathing, your arms holding his body tightly: it makes him never want to move, but when you prod him with your elbow, groggily mumbling something he almost doesn't catch — C'mon, we have to get up — he ends up dragging himself out of bed with you, albeit a little reluctantly. 

☆ You keep your arms around his chest as he slides the balcony door open, the curtains fluttering when they're met with the breeze, his hair gently rustled when the wind tugs at the strands. The sun's glow blooms over the cityscape, and the air smells fresh, sharp. Aki turns to you, grasping your chin between his fingers, and he gives you the first kiss of many for today. His lips are pillowy when they meet with your own, and he kisses you tenderly, replacing the last remnants of sleepiness with a steady fire in his heart. 

☆ Before he does anything else, Aki trods to the kitchen, flicking on the stove and giving the burner a chance to heat up while he handles other tasks. You can hear him humming to himself in the kitchen while he grinds coffee beans, singing something he heard on the radio when he thinks you're still in bed and won't hear him; you'll never tell him that you do, nor tell him about how pretty his singing voice is. 

☆ You stifle yawns while Aki washes his face, icy cold water cupped in his palms, his arm linked inseparably with yours. His bathroom is small, so you find yourselves pressing closely to one another, arms tangled when you both reach into the cupboard at the same time, standing shoulder to shoulder so that the both of you can look in the mirror. Aki squeezes a dollop of toothpaste onto the bristles of your toothbrush, then onto his own, and you make stupid faces at each other's reflections while you brush your teeth. 

☆ If you plan on showering, Aki runs the water early so it can heat up, and he makes sure a towel is set out for you, folded nice and neat. He listens to the drum of the water as he applies lotion on his face, he draws hearts in the fogged up mirror as he brushes his hair and cleans his piercings, and he wraps the towel around your shoulders once you step out, placing delicate kisses on your bare nape, droplets cascading down your skin.

☆ Aki always brews coffee first thing in the morning. He'd love to pour you a cup; over time, he memorizes exactly how you like your coffee, how many lumps of sugar you want, how much creamer you need, and if you like for him to add a bit of milk or a drizzle of honey. It becomes second nature for him to fill your mug alongside his own. 

☆ Steam curls up from the rim of the mug, warmth radiates over your palms from where you hold it, and when you take a sip, heat pools in the pit of your stomach, made even warmer by Aki's quiet whispers into your ear: Is it good? I think this is the best I've made in a while. Let me know if you’d like me to make you some more. 

☆ Your mug next to his on the counter, your toothbrush and his own sharing the same cup, your slippers mixed up with his on the rug in front of the balcony — It feels like home, your soul intertwined with his space. Aki finds a sense of comfort in this, in being able to spend every morning with the one he loves, the one who brings him peace in this chaotic world — Honestly, he wouldn't have it any other way.

☆ Aki will cook you whatever you'd like to have for breakfast, taking breaks each time he flips a pancake, or between each egg he cracks to give you a kiss on the cheek. He tends to skip breakfast himself, although you can convince him to eat with you if you prod him enough. He'll prepare both of your plates, filling his own with something light, and he'll sit across from you at the table. He adores the way your face lights up once you've tried a bite of his delicious cooking.

☆ You join him on the balcony when he has his morning cigarette, your head leant on his shoulder as he strikes the wheel of his lighter with his thumb. When a small flame brings the end of his cigarette to life, he inhales deeply, tilting his head away from you to exhale the smoke. The nicotine soothes his nerves, and causes his muscles to relax.

☆ When you ask him if you can have a hit, he carefully brings the cigarette to your lips, instructing, Breathe in. Your fingers brush over his own when you hold the cig to keep it steady. Something about the way you take a hit from his own cigarette, the way the end of it glows as you inhale, the way your eyes seem to soften from the nicotine rush. Then, the way you look up, breathing wisps of smoke from your mouth into the pale, cloudless sky — Aki's heart flutters in his chest, and he's quickly leaning in to kiss your lips while he absently flicks the stray ash from his cig.

☆ He'll drag you into his lap while he goes over the morning paper, his free hand squeezing your waist, your nose nuzzled into the crook of his neck. The city is slowly starting to come to life, cars in the streets below honking when the traffic stalls, the sun casting Aki in your cool shadow — The rays illuminate you, a fuzzy, angelic glow on the edges of your form, framing you in honey-dipped light. Aki can't help but look at you and sigh deeply, softly muttering, You're so beautiful. I can't believe I get to call you mine, my pretty angel.

☆ As you sift through your half of the closet, Aki looks through his dresser. You change out of your pajamas side by side; if he's not paying attention, sometimes you can steal his clothes and surprise him when he turns back around.

☆ You watch intently as he expertly ties up his hair in his usual topknot. Sometimes, if you're lucky, he'll let you help him, or he'll show you how to tie up your hair in the same way. He enjoys playing with your hair, and he refuses to admit it, but he likes when you mess with his, too. Your fingers threading through his scalp make him feel tingles prickle over his spine and his shoulders. If you comment about how cute he looks in a new hairstyle you've fashioned him with, his cheeks turn a rosy shade of pink, and in the future, he's coming up with excuses to get you to do his hair again.

☆ Aki gives you plenty of words of reassurance, well before the day is set to begin, so you can start off on the right foot each and every morning. He likes to believe that each day is an opportunity to put the previous one behind you, and a chance to make something good out of what you've been given. He's forever grateful to begin these brand new days beside you. I love you so much, more than I could ever hope to tell you. Let's make today the best we can, alright?

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[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Vil Schoenheit Bloom Birthday Voice Lines

When Summoned: You of course know what today is, don't you? Come now, entertain me.

Summon Line: I thought I'd give my fans a glimpse of the celebrations here on campus with a little video. Here, help me record it, won't you?

Groooovy!!: Even the ordinary sky makes for a perfect backdrop to showcase my brilliant beauty.

Home: You know I haven't weaved any bewitching charms here.

Home Idle 1: Rook gave me a plethora of aromatic candles. Moreover, they were all handmade and had different scents. Seriously, he really is the type to go to such lengths for something like this.

Home Idle 2: Perhaps the growing number of people who wish me well every year is proof that my beauty continues to improve. It's a good feeling, if that's the case.

Home Idle 3: As a rule, birthdays should be lively events. I do like to spend it in peace time to time, but... It's not terrible to be the center of attention like this.

Home Idle - Login: As I approach each birthday, I make sure to set a goal. So long as I put forth the effort each year, my beauty grows even more.

Home Idle - Groovy: Jade is very professional, no matter the task given to him. He was better at conducting the interview than some of the worst reporters I've encountered.

Home Tap 1: This bracelet Floyd gave me... It's quite tasteful. I rather like the chic design.

Home Tap 2: The Film Research Club members gave me a birthday video message. I enjoyed how I could see their individual personalities shine in the video.

Home Tap 3: Idia gave me a strange candy that inflates when 2 different types of powder are mixed together. I found it to actually be entertaining, since it reminds me of concocting potions.

Home Tap 4: This broom has a bold design, as well as a sense of sophistication. If this was made with me in mind, I should pay my compliments.

Home Tap 5: There were many students who were rendered speechless when they laid eyes on me today. That's enough proof to me that this outfit has even furthered my beauty.

Home Tap - Groovy: Well, look who's more dapper than usual. Did you tidy yourself for me? How thoughtful.

Duo: [VIL]: And how will you celebrate me, Jade? [JADE]: However you wish me to, Vil-san.

Birthday Login Message: [Yuu rushes at Vil and pops party popper] You look so proud of yourself... If you were trying to surprise me, that was an utter failure. I can completely see through you. Your lines were forced, and you didn't even hide the party popper. I'd give you 20 points in terms of quality. If you want to successfully surprise me, it's essential that you can act naturally. I'll give you another chance next year, so make sure to practice.

Requested by @seimeinotaka.

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[nyctophiliq]

꒰ 🍥 ꒱ pink + white; ellie williams ( alternative univers )

ellie williams didn’t plan her life out, not in the long run anyway. she always held success before a lot of things, and she much rather had some extra hours at work than had free time to spend with someone. closing her eyes and seeing black put her to sleep, in a kind of space that wasn’t just a cheap replica of peace but felt like tranquility. 

she was never one to mind coming home to an empty apartment. to open in and only hear the emptiness of the small hall be filled with the creaking of the front door, reminding her once again that she should either get it fixed or just put some of that spray on it so it wouldn’t be so noisy.

she could care less about how her days were black and white, smudging together to make grey, monotone as she woke up, went to work, and came home before repeating the cycle again. all of it felt like a waste that was just benefiting her, nothing to worry about other than herself.

smoking felt like an escape, among other things, for her lungs to burn and fill with all those horrible chemicals, to watch the ash trying to climb up from the end of the cigarette before falling as she taps it onto the tray. the ruins of the powder, forming all kinds of shapes she never got lost in, nothing felt too deep and she gladly accepted for her mind not to overthink such simple things.

taking notice of how days were slower never bothered her, that each time she looked at her watch or up the clock at her workplace it seemed that the day was never gonna be over. she didn’t despise it, she found it dull but she was uninterested by the passing minutes of a regular day, week, month, year, life…

and as she watches you now, the wake of a hurricane as you make her leave her old ways behind, demolishing the house and walls that she build-up from her fake confidence and self-doubt, shattering the mask made out of glass that she tried to hide behind-

days are just too fast, never enough, she longs for it to feel so slow again, or at least it could be longer than twenty-four hours, so she can look at you twice as much, to appreciate you twice as much, just to be around you twice as much. the darkness behind her eyelids scares her, a not-at-all comforting shiver running through her spine when she feels nothing around her. where are you?

the apartment she was so indifferent to became her home. it was no longer empty, cold, and silent. life has picked up in it, like a freaking highway or as if it was the new times square, loud and packed with clothes, pictures, feelings, and you. as she opens in her thoughts are hushed by your words, mentioning it to her every time that she needs to fix the creaking because it’s killing the vibes and kinda creeps you out.

life is not so pale and dull, the world flushes and blooms in new colors whenever she glances at your smile and eyes, introducing her to a newer pallet of shades, again and again. it feels infinite, warming her chest and spinning her around, feeling one with the planet she so wishes herself to be so she could put more emphasis on the fact that you are the center of her life. that you are the earth that birthed her, kneeling down and kissing it, thanking whatever else that was out there for it, for you.

it’s now that she realizes how cigarettes were no longer so bitter tasting when she kissed you, feeling those curves forming on the corner of your lips when she tasted them. her smell of leather, cologne, and smoke mixed with your sweet, honey, and vanilla scent as you scooted closer. it felt like coming up for air in the swimming pool she once hoped to drown in, for it to swallow her and hide her from life. coming up from the bottom of it, seeing your amused face as you cheered her on, whistling for jumping off the roof as the older kids did back then, splashing the water all around the pool and getting you drenched in chlorine too.

it was all the same way you showed her, showed her love.

AUTHOR'S NOTE !        kinda self-indulgence haha, coming down from the nervous high of finals and competing for the best grades in the best universities just got me in this kinda sappy mood. anyway, i hope you guys enjoy it ! reblog’s and feedback is always much appreciated !!!

#📗 — written by moss ! #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x reader fluff #tlou x reader #tlou ellie williams x reader #tlou ellie x reader #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams blurb

[rabbitenn]

MAY I HAVE THIS DANCE?

Beneath the melody of glimmering snowflakes, you sway in his arms.

ft. Yaotome Gaku, Kujo Tenn, Tsunashi Ryunosuke, Nanase Riku, Osaka Sogo, Izumi Mitsuki x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, romance. Use of ‘princess’ in Tenn’s.

A small (and a little late) Christmas present for @yumemirumikazuki (Tenn’s and Riku’s part) @gakutsumudailys (Gaku’s part) @ @houjichaya (Ryu’s), @yaminohimeyume (Tenn’s and Mitsuki’s) and @highcollargirl (Sogo’s). I’m not sure if you all celebrate, but this is my gift to you, I hope you have a lovely winter or holiday <3 I actually wanted to post this yesterday, but couldn’t make it in time, I still hope you enjoy !

♡ YAOTOME GAKU

The bustling of packed streets dies down as you approach your apartment complex.

Intense lighting is replaced by the soft warmth of candle-lit windows, joyous voices overheard in the outline of the people habitating the decorated houses.

In the snow-coated streets, you walk, arms wrapped around a soft teddy bear that your boyfriend just got for you.

You hug it close, arms tightening around the plushie’s red coat adorned with a bow. A smile makes it to your face as you steal a glance in your lover’s direction. It was so cute, you think, how he looks intimidating and yet, he’s the sweetest with you.

The moonlight above, light years away, seems to agree with your statement, as its aura illuminates the idol’s profile; an otherworldly god, bound by fate to you.

“Gaku?” You call him, gaze lost in his handsome features.

Steely eyes focus on you, brows slightly raised in silent question.

You stop walking, coming to stand before him, one of your hands lacing with his.

“Thank you.” You giggle, hugging your new plushie a little tighter.

A soft chuckle leaves Gaku’s lips, his hand squeezing yours tenderly.

“Anything for you, my dear.” He tells you, with a fleeting kiss to your lips.

Then, he brushes a delicate kiss over the back of your hand.

“Can I have this dance with you?” Is his question, as puffs of hot breath are held in your throat.

You nod, as your lover sways you beneath the Christmas lights and the smiling moon.

You rest your cheek against the soft fabric of his long black coat, cheeks heating up at the proximity.

The moon reflects on the snow at your feet, its glow imprinting the shadows of two entangled souls over the pearlescent canvas.

♡ KUJO TENN

The warmth of the fireplace casts your living room in rosy light.

You didn’t use it normally, but today is a special day, after all.

Sure, it’s the holidays, but to you, the fact that your angelic boyfriend is spending it with you is what matters.

You didn’t expect him to ring your doorbell this evening, disguised in his cap and glasses, with a bag packed full of cookies and Christmas treats.

A smile tugs at your lips as you prepare the table with the multiple snacks your boyfriend’s brought, the cinnamon-like scent of the sweets luring you to them.

A chuckle interrupts your thoughts.

“At least let me help you arrange them.” Tenn points out, removing his blue hat.

Your eyes focus on him. And while he always looks stunning, there is something so adorable about him in casual clothes and with a sincere smile on his perfect face.

“It’s alright, Tenn.” You smile, walking towards him.

A sigh escapes your boyfriend, as he slightly shakes his head, as if to say ‘you’re too kind.’

One of his hands reaches up to take off his glasses, but you stop him.

“Leave them on.” You tell him, taking his hand. “You look cute.”

The hues of a winter sky at dusk bloom rosy on his cheeks at your compliment, as you tug him close to you.

“And… let’s dance?” You suggest, your pleading stare drawing Tenn into you more and more.

“That would be my pleasure, princess.” Your angel whispers, leaning in.

His lips touch your temple, and, in the warmth of your small apartment, you move in tune.

No luxurious ballroom could ever beat the intimacy of your shared kisses as you sway before the crackling fireplace.

♡ TSUNASHI RYUNOSUKE

Powdered sugar coats your lips as laughter fills the air.

Your apron is all stained, remnants of icing staining the sleeves of your sweater, but you don’t care.

What could ever taint this moment? Not when your boyfriend’s strong arms wrap around you and twirl you around the kitchen, one of his group’s songs playing in the background.

Amber eyes crinkle up in warm crescents, your unadulterated smile, the most precious gift he could ever ask for.

You were radiant like this, no creases on your forehead, only the curve of your smile enticing him; akin to the tantalizing sparkle of champagne, he can never get enough of you.

The song comes to an end, and your labored breathing fills the air.

“Another, please! I want to dance more with you, Ryu!” You ask, eyes shiny, cheeks hot, despite the sake remaining untouched just yet.

Ryunosuke lets out a hearty laugh, gaze softening even more, if that was possible, at your enthusiastic request.

“Alright, alright.” He smiles.

You let out a happy squeal, standing on your tiptoes to place an innocent kiss on his lips.

When the new song starts to play and you pull away, however, your partner chases after you, capturing your lips in his once more.

Afternoon sunlight streams in through translucent silky curtains, wrapping your locked lips in vibrant shades of honey and gold.

Your lover tastes glazed sugar on you, the added sweetness and the addiction of you deepening the kiss, divine intoxicating nectar

The music goes on.

Your kiss doesn’t end.

♡ NANASE RIKU

Flakes of falling snow land on Riku’s nose as he follows you through the park.

Despite the white layer covering every surface, a blue expanse hangs overhead, the halo of the sun high in the sky; an angel guardian warming up the idol’s back.

There is a sort of freedom, of newfound joy in this outing today.

Whiteness surrounds your lover, and yet, he is happy it is not that of hospital beds, but of just fallen snow instead.

He smiles.

Memories of him and his twin flash before his eyes. He is glad there is no longer a window glass separating him from this winter wonderland.

And of course, he is even more grateful nothing can keep him apart from the one he loves, either.

“Rikkun!” You call him, running back towards him. “What are you smiling about, huh?” You question, a mischievous smirk curling your lips. “Are you feeling okay? Are you wearing warm enough clothes?” You worry, adjusting his scarf snuggly.

He gives you one of his cute smiles.

“I’m alright, [Y/n]. I’m happy…” He trails off, those sunset eyes of his, big and bright, lingering memories present in the undertones of early dusk.

You brush scarlet locks away from his forehead, your slightly chapped lips placing a kiss to his brow.

“I’m glad, Riku. You deserve it. So much, my love.” You assure him, as your arms wrap around his form, your face resting in the crook of his neck.

He hugs you close, his body beginning to sway the both of you around, vermillion eyes fluttering closed.

You can feel his heartbeat, in sync with yours, as you two dance amidst a gentle rain of snowy glitter.

To feel you so close… Even if he ends up having a cough attack later, this is more than worth it.

♡ OSAKA SOGO

You watch intently as your boyfriend’s fingers strum the guitar’s cords.

There is something definitely hypnotizing to him, you think.

Lavender moondust falls over his amethyst eyes as he intently focuses on his instrument, sweet notes and daring rifts mingling together in a melody that has you on the edge of your seat.

Sogo’s music transports you to a whole other universe, where no worries exist, just the two of you, in an idyll made by yourselves.

His fingers stop momentarily, gaze of hyacinths at sunrise focused on you, an indication for you to say something.

“Amazing…” You utter, entranced by him and the notes still vibrating on the chords of his guitar. “I want to dance to this song with you.” You blurt out, eyes never once leaving his.

Your boyfriend smiles, a light chuckle filling the air of his comforting room.

“I guess that could be arranged.” He tells you, standing up, offering a hand to you.

You take it, wondering what he has planned.

And the moment you find yourself wrapped in his soft embrace, Sogo’s voice entones the lyrics to what he was playing earlier.

They are sweet, gentle, like demure lavender fields coloring a cloudy day; passionate, the blaze he so usually hides, but that shines bright beneath his composed façade.

The melody he sings, the one you’re dancing to right now… It is him, all his true emotions and his love for you on display, with no picture perfect image to hide the rawest parts of him.

You love him, always.

But like this, you get to see every little part that constitutes his heart.

As you sway with him, you think true love had never been so clear.

♡ IZUMI MITSUKI

Dawn has barely touched the concrete when you take a seat at the dorm’s backyard.

You knew he’d be here.

The fabric of his orange hoodie catches your eye from a distance, your lover’s vibrant hair outlined against the first daylight. Perhaps there was no sun in this winter morning just yet, but to you, he was brighter than any blue sky.

He hasn’t noticed your presence yet, his earphones keeping him immersed in practise, arms outstretched towards the heights of a sky you’re sure he will reach.

You lean your chin in one hand, smiling to yourself.

Mitsuki always worked so hard… And the truth is, his dancing has improved a lot.

You wish you could join him.

What’s stopping you? The first rays of sun seem to ask, when they graze your face with its gilded warmth.

So you stand up, making your way towards where clear sunbeams seem to move in tandem with your lover.

Coppery hued irises catch sight of you, their corners tilting up when you reflect in his stare.

And for all the way with words Mitsuki always has, none are exchanged this time, for there is no need.

Everything you might have wanted to express is made obvious in the sync of your movements with his.

Even as the morning gets more clear with the rising sun, you don’t really notice.

Why would you? When you can’t look away from the one who lights up your every day?

#idolish7 #idolish7 x reader #idolish7 imagines #ainana #ainana x reader #kujo tenn #nanase riku #yaotome gaku #osaka sogo #tsunashi ryunosuke #izumi mitsuki #i7 #kujo tenn x reader #nanase riku x reader #yaotome gaku x reader #osaka sogo x reader #izumi mitsuki x reader #tsunashi ryunosuke x reader #idolish7 fluff #idolish7 headcanons #idolish7 scenarios #idolish seven #anime x reader #anime imagines #anime fluff

[songkranfest]

🌸Prompt Explanations🌸

These are some quick prompt explanations for some of our prompts. Many of these will have dedicated posts with further details.

Water guns, bowls, & ceramic water jars

Typically used for the water fights that happen during the celebration. 

Water bowls are also used during the bathing of Buddha images and water pouring with elders.

White clay filler

A type of scented powder that comes in various colors. It has many uses, but during Songkran, it is smeared on people's faces, bodies, or even cars as a part of the water fight. 

Nam Ob

Nam Ob is a scented water with powder in it. It is used to mix with water and for bathing a Buddha image, pouring on to the palm of your elder as a part of the Songkran tradition, or applying to yourself after bathing (though, this last practice is out of fashion).

Floral shirts

Why do we wear floral shirts/Hawaiian shirts around Songkran? Mostly because people enjoy wearing them! Some say that when Hawaiian floral shirts started to enter the Thai market, the pattern, a 'first-bloom' flower pattern (ลายดอกแรกแย้ม*), represents the beginning of good things, such as the beginning of the Thai New Year. The bright colours give off a feeling of freshness and cheerfulness. The Hawaiian shirt became a hit, and then the practice stuck. (*Note: this name is not used anymore.)

Home & Family Reunion

Songkran is a time for family! It's a chance for a full family reunion and to catch up, especially for those who live far from home. 

Familial traditions may differ, but the celebration emphasizes time going back home and spending time with family, particularly paying respect to older family members and having fun with youngsters. 

Mu Kratha & Alcohol 

Food and beverages are a must for a celebration! Mu kratha is delicious and fun to eat together as a group. Perfect for the occasion.

Road Accident

Songkran is also the time of year when the number of road users is higher than usual due to how everyone travels back to their hometown. As it is also the time of celebrations, alcohol is not hard to find. With these two elements together, road accidents are sadly very easy to occur.

🌸 What's SongkranFest2024? 🌸 Guidelines 🌸 Prompts 🌸 Discord & Carrd 🌸

#songkran #songkranfest2024 #thailand #thai #thai culture #thai new year #Fest Info #New Year

[ficnoire2]

A Little Legendborn/Bloodmarked Scent Theory

Scent is nostalgic.  It transports us back to a memory, a person, and the feelings that lived in that pocket of time.  When I was a teenager Snoop Dog proclaimed in Lodi Dodi “For all the bitches I might take home, I got the Johnson’s Baby Powder and Cool Water cologne.”  Yes, I have happily dated myself with that reference (all my youngins, do your Googles) but nearly every boy I knew had that scent profile and every time one of them said, “Where my hug at” I would bury my nose in its familiar embrace.  Tracy has been hella intentional with so many of her choices in this amazing series (see a bit more in my “A little LB/BM…” series at the end) and I don’t think the way our favs smell is any different.  Let’s take a dip in the olfactory pool shall we?

Bree Matthews - scent profile Gourmand, Green, Mossy Woods

“Do you want to know?” he asks in a low voice that makes me shiver.  He reaches for my hand, and his fingers are hot against my palm.  “What your magic smells like?”... “Honey wine.  Amber.  Green things growing.  The tiniest hint of copper, like fresh blood.  Something else…”  A deep inhale, and I feel him shudder.  “Power.”

Well now, Selwyn said a mouthful when describing Bree’s scent and every note fits her perfectly.  

Honey Wine - Did y'all know that honey wine is also called Meade?  Arthur went on about someone drinking all of it when Bree popped up in one of his memories.  It is made from honey, yeast, and water and can vary in alcohol content and can be mixed with fruit.  In Celtic cultures, Meade is thought to enhance virility and fertility and has aphrodisiac qualities (had Sel on his ass in the woods).  This wine was said to have been first made in secret by Irish Monks. Its origins, however, are lost in prehistory with the earliest archeological evidence dating back to 7000 BC. It was used in feasts and celebrations across Europe and Asia and still exists today. A scent fit for a King. 

Amber - Warm and exotic, amber which is derived from tree resin and described as “Gold of the Sea” and has been touted as the world’s oldest and most desired treasure.  It is considered beautiful and unique and has special chemical properties that are electrically charged and could ignite when rubbed together (A bit volatile and explosive like our Bree).  Amber is a powerful Chakra cleanser and can absorb negative energy, transferring it into positive. It can be used in meditation for relaxation and can heighten and enhance psychic abilities. 

Green Things Growing - The scent of fresh cut grass, blooming flora, mother earth.  Representing growth, new beginnings, healing, and renewal.  I find it interesting that Sel tapped into this aspect of her scent as taking in her root (after giving him consent) revitalized him.  In a way Bree’s arrival has brought forth new beginnings and growth for everyone she has come into contact with.

Copper, Fresh Blood, Power - Smelling blood (where none is present) can signify a deep connection with ancestral ties.  As we know Bree has seen Vera bathed in blood, and its use has been pivotal to her communing with her ancestors.  It can also serve as a shield or protection.  Erebus has Bloodmarked Bree which alerts him to her danger, in a way protecting her. This scent being part of her profile is telling because it is a symbol of life, sacrifice, and spiritual potency.  These attributes are ever present in Bree.  She after all is their sharpest and strongest blade with a powerful connection to the spirit realm. 

Selwyn Kane - Scent profile Oriental (amber/sweet), woody (smoky), peaty (aged whiskey)

“We are so close I smell whiskey and smoke.  His aether signature, back again.”

Whiskey - Did you know that smelling alcohol has spiritual significance involving evolution, cleansing, and reemergence with renewed clarity?  Smelling alcohol can be a call to purify oneself, to get rid of negativity.  It can signify a period of transition or transformation, a rebirth if you will.  Selwyn Kane has managed to change immensely throughout both books.  He can literally transform by owl shifting.  By the end of Bloodmarked, we see yet another iteration of him as he transitioned more towards his shadow side, his demon nature.  Historical context suggests the scent of alcohol is associated with sacred rituals (Oathing ceremonies) and can be a bridge between the physical and spiritual realms. 

Cinnamon - In the oriental scent family, this scent is exotic and seductive (just like our favorite, angsty, goth).  Some people use cinnamon for protection, prosperity, and healing.  It is said to be anti-viral, anti-biotic, anti-microbial, and antifungal “I don’t get infections.”  Cinnamon has therapeutic properties, it's no wonder Selwyn is able to heal so quickly from injury (bruised ego aside).

Smoke- While a part of Sel’s scent profile, when Bree smells the hint of smoke he gives off, it suggests her closeness to the ancestral plane and the supernatural.  Like Bree, people that smell smoke when there is none can sense the spiritual world.  Selly has an affinity for detecting those pesky Shadowborn that continuously make their way to our world. Its scent is also associated with messages from our ancestors and the divine.

Nick Davis - Scent profile Woody, fresh

“When he catches up, his fresh laundry and cedar scent comes with him.  Of course he smells good.”

Fresh Laundry-Nick’s scent has been described as a bit boring, but I tend to disagree.  Tracy has been extremely intentional with her choices in this series and I don’t think Nick’s scent is any different.  Fresh laundry makes you want to bury your face in it.  After a long day and a nice shower, it feels like home to snuggle into freshly laundered sheets (Is it just me?).  It is comforting to snuggle up in your favorite blanket that smells of your favorite detergent.  It is soothing and in a sense freshly laundered linens are a clean slate.  If that isn’t Nick, I don’t know what is.  He is deeply comforting to Bree and is a soft place to land for her.  Whenever she is in his room, she is smelling his clothes, sheets, she is able to find respite with him.  He is a change of pace in all the chaos happening in her life.  Not only does he serve as comfort for her, but for Sel as well (hello Bloodwalk).  Plus, tell me you haven’t taken clothes out of the dryer and took a big ol’ whiff.

Cedar- I love the smell of cedar.  Symbolically it represents protection, wisdom, strength, and spiritual grounding (come on Nicky!).  In some cultures Cedar trees are considered sacred and are known for their healing relationship with humankind.  The scent of cedar clears the mind, opening it to past memories. Cedar trees in particular are said to store energy, only releasing it when important healing needs to occur.  We know Nick has a lot of inner rage (Max fucked around and found out), but he is also optimistic and seeking correction of the wrongs his father and The Order have imposed on the Legendborn.  I don’t know about you, but I’d bathe my clothes in this for sure.

Scent is such a powerful medium. What do you think of our faves’ scents?  I find it interesting that the spiciest characters (looking at you Bree and Selwyn) are in the oriental/woody scent family and our more level headed bunch is in the fresh scent family. 

In part two, we’ll take a look at Valec, William, and Incense Daddy himself, Erebus. 

Color Theory

Symbolism

#legendborn #bree mathews #nick davis #selwyn kane #tracey deonn #bloodmarked

[betsyflores]

miss dior scented blooming powder ♡

#girlblog #girlblogger #coquette #dollette #model off duty #off duty ballerina #pink #pink pilates princess #femme fatale #female manipulator #fashion #coquette aesthetic #ysl girl #girly #girlblogging #victorias secret #hyper feminine #femininity #2014 tumblr girl #2013 tumblr girl #2014 tumblr #2013 tumblr #ballet #victorias secret aesthetic #ballerina #victorias secret angel #vs angel #miss dior #dior #victorias secret model

[krscblw]

ghoul element perfume associations!

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

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

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

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

Rose Fantôme - LVNEA

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

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

Duende - Fantôme 

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

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

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

Holy Oak - LVNEA

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

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

Mount Auburn - Little & Grim

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

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

Love Among the Ruins - Alkemia 

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

stone ruins, lichen, tangles of flowering vines

Rochester - Fantôme

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

Vert Sur Le Vert - Alkemia  

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

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

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

Lilacs Along the Winding Drive - Alkemia 

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

Hummingbird - Zoologist 

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

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

Frost Flowers - LVNEA 

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

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

Thundersnow - Fyrinnae 

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

cold air, electricity, metallic ozone, gasoline

Veil of Spidersilk - Nui Cobalt Designs

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

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

Mama Gein - Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab 

crushed baby’s breath dusted with baby powder

Foxfire - Alkemia 

white sugar ambers, jasmine aldehydes, night flowering nardo

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

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

Paimon - Fantôme 

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

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

Eldritch - Pineward Perfume 

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

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

Stel - Treading Water Perfume 

motor oil, metal, desert air, frankincense, oud

Persian Tea Room - Alkemia 

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

Firebird - Fantôme

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

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

Dwarf - Black Phoenix Alchemy Labs  

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

Tyrannosaurus Rex - Zoologist  

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

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

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

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

Triton - Fantôme

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

Voice of the Sea - Alkemia 

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

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

Dragonfly - Zoologist 

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

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

Acadia - Alkemia

“An olfactory portrait of coastal Maine.”

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

Gelatto - Pineward Perfume 

“Suntanned skin and sunny beaches.”

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

Squid - Zoologist   

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

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

Seahorse - Zoologist  

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

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

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

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

Amber Witch - Alkemia

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

Moon Magic - Sorcellerie Apothecary 

“Smells like your favorite cozy witch.”

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

Sailing to Byzantium - Alkemia

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

Novella - Alkemia

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

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

The Old Gods Survive - PULP Fragrance 

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

Solovey - Fantôme 

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

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

Fleurs Historiques et Cacao - Alkemia 

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

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

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

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[candiedspit]

hi ! we haven’t talked in forever, but i’ve always seen you as an amazing genius/role model/very intelligent woman who has so much figured out and i think about you lots. im turning 20 soon and don’t know how to deal with it. it feels like it’s so much older and so different than 19 :( i loved being 19, innocent and still a kid. i don’t wanna be 20. how did you deal with it?

hello!! i wonder who you are...thank you so much. so, i don't have much advice because as i'm about to turn 25, i feel the same. but i wrote a letter to my brother's girlfriend when she was about to turn 20 and maybe some of that will resonate with you. i wrote:

I recall twenty as the burn victim summons the scent of gasoline as she lays in the white, stale hospital bed; caught in her cot. There she was, naked in the driveway—half drunk on monk chants, lit by the green blinking fireflies of desire which seemed to feed on her running blood, all those hands—as the brutish sun began to descend like a bomb on the horizon. All of a sudden, an ambush of light. How the heat numbed her down to only her elements; rendered her translucent.

I turned twenty in the bathroom of a poetry club downtown—slashes of graffiti on the walls, and a dirty toilet. I was still a virgin, then. I knew as much about the world as an infant is capable of registering noise. But twenty was a glittering mirage in my eye. I had plans. I was going to rule the world, inch by disgusting inch.

But as February—that pink month in which I still found Valentine’s Cards on the street discarded like banana peels even days after the holiday—came to a shut, I began to expand.

I walked on rooftops; drank when I could. I sat in class engrossed by what I perceived to be a shifting painting of snakes.

I panted in the streets. I had many visions. I went to my aunt’s house—afraid of what I might do, afraid of the animal I was sharing a cage with—and stole my uncle’s pills from the plastic container on the counter, not caring what they were or what they could do to me. I was hospitalized the next morning, convinced the nurse had x-ray vision. I lost my mind. I was not afraid.

I did my time on the psycho wing—meddled with the characters—a girl sporting a large bruise beneath her eyes—sent out enchanted emails—watched Molly at the piano—ate spaghetti with spoons made out of paper—a nurse at the end of my bed as I slept— the quiet room—I took the pills.

A lifetime can be spent chasing. And even then, you are never promised the catch.

After funeral, I spent the summer wading in and out of insanity—carrying my black trenchcoat of grief—daring the world to fuck with me—swimming in the muddied waters of Galveston, drunk on gin and breath and salt—thrashing in front of the mirror—having epiphanies as one has meals—cutting my hair again and again—I could never lose myself—I always followed—being wheeled around in the theme park—a thousand red lights—watching the ceiling breathe—words chasing their tails in my head—a halo of bleach.

And then, the crazy fluorescence stuck. For eight weeks, I moved through the world like a knife on fire. A cowboy coated in oil slick and magic.

Daniel Johnston died; I kept moving. Almost yanking the blunt out of a kid’s mouth simply because I could. Magical walks at night; the moon like a blooming anus above my exploding head. Going up and down the stairs between classes; blonde pig on amphetamine; Jesus in the Dunkin’ Donuts; whispers of legacy.

All this to say — there is a way to live.

Some people live through imagination; in fantasies, protected by spirits and smoke and powders. Others get through the days naked. How you decide to cross the ocean is up to you. But, some advice.

Life is a Holocaust as much as it is a fairground. Have fun while you can. Let the light melt into your skin and your hair. Ride the carousel. Ride it twice. Hold the music, stench, magic, and knowledge, between your teeth like a bullet. Take note of everything you see. All of it matters. The man holding a cake in the line at the grocery store. The newspapers on the cart. Neon lights! How the skies dissolve each night and bleed out each morning. Cry if you have to. Do what makes you uncomfortable. Hold nothing against anyone. Brace. Being a teenager is nice but it is not real. This is the hard part. Life will come like a black stallion free from the gate and how you decide to wrangle it will become apparent very fast. Be scared. Be grateful. Be immune. You are going to make it. Brace.

#ask #hope this helps btw

[nightcourtseer]

Elain Week Day 2: Love Languages

A Benediction in Flowers

Pairing: Elriel

A vase full of flowers sat on his bedside table, next to the vial of headache powder and unused earbuds. Artfully arranged with blue hydrangeas, pink tulips, lavender and greens, they filled the whole room with fragrance.

If he closed his eyes, he could almost taste the green tea on his lips, wings warm from the afternoon sun, as he had sat with Elain in the garden to keep her company. At first, it had been a chore. A favor, even, to Rhys and his High Lady.

It soon became the very best part of his day.

His cheeks flushed when he realized she would have seen her gifts to him sat so close to where he sought sleep each night. A careful shrine of his wants and desires, of her, constructed like some fae would create altars to the Mother in their homes.

But it would not be an untrue assumption. For he did pray to it each night, that by some miracle they would make their way to each other. And in his dreams, he went down on his knees to worship her.

He moved closer, closing his eyes as he allowed himself an indulgent, stuttering breath. A low, unintentional moan loosed from deep in his chest as he scented traces of her among even the most potent blooms.

Honey and jasmine and life.

Rhysand was wrong to assume that only Azriel did not deserve a life with her. No, she did not deserve a life to be rotted away by him.

He knew his prayers would go unanswered, and yet, he also knew that he would never quit his faith, never deny a day of prayer to his very religion. And he knew that those flowers would be kept alive as long as he could manage, until he could press them between the pages of his favorite book, which would only become that much more special to have touched a thing that had once been carefully selected by her.

As if in a trance, he lifted a disfigured hand to stroke the velvet petal of a blossom. Careful to not allow the tremors of his bones to lay ruin to the delicate thing. Regret ignited high in his chest as he remembered the feeling of her soft skin beneath those same fingers, on the very best and absolute worst night of his life.

The beginning and end of a life of possibility.

As he moved away, the arrangement shifted ever so slightly, and a space opened between the stems to reveal a bit of parchment tucked between the tightly bound stalks.

He did not dare breathe as he unfolded it. Its creamy stock decorated with a thin, scrawling script.

“Your past does not mean you do not deserve beautiful things.”

She had written it, written it to him. And he knew why, as he had one day divulged that he felt out of place in the garden with her, dressed in blood-stained armor and leathers. Unseen blood coating every inch of his skin, soaking him to the bone.

He was drowning in it.

And he had been pulled away, before she had had an opportunity to reply. For which he had been glad, that he would not see the pity, or even worse, fear, fill her eyes.

Logically, he knew that this was her response to that conversation. But just maybe… he thought to himself as he lay down on the bed, clutching the small piece of paper to his heart. Just maybe, it meant more than that.

Maybe…

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[genz420]

Beauty of Scars & Flowers - Chapter 4: Blooming Flowers and Feelings

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The day was warm, with the sun shining brightly and not a cloud in sight.  Many ladies walk with their lord husbands or with one another throughout the Gardens of the Red Keep.  Some share the latest rumours being spread around court, while some just enjoy the warmth of the sun beating down on them. 

A group of three were among the people outside enjoying the warm weather.  Princess Helaena had dragged her new friend and younger brother to accompany her for the day. She wanted Lyannas' knowledge of the flowers in the gardens and Aemond to spend time with.  The day had gone well so far, with Helaena picking out flowers she liked and then asking Lyanna to identify them before Lyanna put them in the basket she was carrying so that she could press them for {Helaena. 

Aemond had only shared a few words with either one of them.  He stood tall and walked along with them, answering the question Helaena asked in his head rather than aloud.  Part of him feared that he would be wrong when he chose to identify one of the flowers.  He wanted to be sure, not just of the name but also of the meaning and use of the flower.  

Lyanna rocked her weight from one of her feet to the other, her gaze not on Helaena or Aemond but on a group of ladies not too far away from them. Aemond stood beside her; his face held no expression, and if anything, the prince looked bored.  His shoulders were pulled back, and his hands folded before him.  Helaena was on the ground in front of a bush of powder-blue flowers with bright yellow centers; they were arranged in rounded, divergent clusters along the length of the branch.  

“This one, Lyanna?” Helaena asked as she held up a small cluster of the small powder-blue flowers. 

Aemond racked his brain for the name of the flower and the meaning.  Wanting to show off his knowledge of the flower, he had spent the past two days reading the few books the maester had on botany.  He even went as far as to ask Helaena for the books that Lyanna had given her.  

Aemond knew the flower, but the worry that he might be wrong prevented him from speaking its name.  But as Lyanna didn’t respond to his sister, he felt the silence eating away at his nerves.  After two more beats of silence, he finally chose to speak up.

“forget-me-nots, sister,” Aemond said as he shifted his weight onto one of his legs.   “A sign of fidelity and love,”

Aemond did his best to try and see from his peripheral vision if Lyanna had heard him.  He was almost sure he was correct about identifying the flower, and the only doubt sprouted from the worry that he might be wrong.

Lyanna looked back towards Helaena, and at the flowers she was kneeling at.  Slowly, she nodded to confirm that Aemond was right about the name, having heard him.  Aemond rolled his shoulders back in pride as she did so. Of course, he was right.

Helaena brought the flowers to her nose, smelling them as she spun them around.  Helaena spoke to herself, “I like them.  The colour reminds me of Dreamfyre.”

“When gifted, they mean you will never forget the person and keep them in your thoughts and heart.  The tea is good when you have a cough,” Lyanna added with a heavy sigh.  

Her tone was enough for Aemond to look away from his sister and towards her.  Lyanna's jaw was clenched, and her shoulders were tense.  He knew well enough now that he was not the reason for her shift in mood, for only moments before, she and Helaena were happily joking with one another; once giving Lyanna a once over, he forced his gaze back onto his sister. 

Helaena did not mind her friend's shift in mood, only holding out the bundle for Aemond to take.  The prince accepted the flowers and copied his sister's action of bringing them to his nose to smell them.  The small flowers had no scent, Aemond realized.

“They have no scent, and if they do, it tends to be very faint,” Lyanna told Aemond as she took the flower from him to place in the basket.   

Aemond nodded at her words, acting like he already knew that fact when he didn’t. Aemond kept his gaze on his sister rather than the lady beside him, who was looking at the flowers in her hand.  He noticed how Helaena was letting what looked like a wasp land on her finger, a small smile on his sister's face as she watched the bug.

“Helaena, be careful,” Aemond warned as he spotted the yellow and black striped bug land on his sister's finger.  

Lyanna put the flower in her basket as she looked towards her friend, worried as she heard Aemond speak. Her attention was fully back on the two siblings instead of the people around them as she said, “They are harmless, Hover Flies.” 

It was Helaena's turn to confirm Lyanna’s words as she brought the small bug on her finger closer to her face to inspect it.  Lyanna moved towards the small bundle of flowers with the bug flying around it, letting one of the bugs land on her finger.  

 “They are good for the plants, spread the pollen from the plant to others and even eat other creatures that would harm the plant,” She informed him as she held the bug close to Aemond's face.  

Aemond watched the dragonfly-like bug on Lyanna's finger. It had a face like a fly, yet the butt of the bug made him nervous because of its likeness to a wasp. Aemond looked behind Lyanna and to his sister, who was still kneeling in front of the forget-me-nots. His attention was returned to Lyanna as she reached for his hand and laid it palm up onto her own.   

Aemond can feel the warmth of Lyanna’s palm and the softness and calluses free. Aemond, one eye, watched Lyanna's face as she tried to get the fly onto his palm; her face held no sign of discomfort as their skin touched.  Only a small smile as she watched the bug crawl into his hand.  He relaxed his hand entirely on top of hers. He pried his gaze away from her face and onto the fly that crawled around his hand.  

The peaceful, distant chatter of the people around them and the sounds of the songbirds in the trees were quickly drowned out as a group of four young nobles made their way down the path they were on.  

Lyanna’s hand was grabbed in one moment, and she was ripped away and around from Aemond. The force was so strong and unexpected that some of the flowers in her basket fell onto the ground. 

“Lady Lyanna!” A young man exclaimed with a booming voice.  

Aemond watched as the man grabbed ahold of both of Lyanna’s forearms. His hands moved down her arms until he had a hold of her hands.  The man brought both of her hands up to his lips as he held them in his tight grip. 

Aemond watched as the others in the group greeted Lyanna with smiles, but none had been so forward as the man.  All he did was watch with the Hoverfly still in his hand, the same hand that Lyanna had been holding.  Now, her hands were being held and pampered with kisses by another. 

Helaena did not seem to care about the addition of new people; still focused on the flowers and bugs around her.  If she had looked away, she would have seen Aemond’s free hand move to rest on the pommel of his sword as his shoulders tensed and face hardened. 

“Ser Alan,” Lyanna had finally greeted the man. Aemond noticed her voice did not hold the same excitement as Alan's, but it was not nearly as cold as he had hoped.  

“I thought that you might be around here somewhere, enjoying the warm weather,” Alan told her as his thumbs rubbed against the back of her hands.

“Alan has been a bore and in a flawless mood once he realized you were not with your uncle,” The man, whom Aemond did not recognize, spoke up.  

Lyanna only let out a disingenuous laugh as her shoulders started to tense.  It was clear to anyone who spent a few moments with the young lady that she was uncomfortable; it would be apparent to anyone who could read body language.  

But Lyanna knew better than to embarrass a young lord in front of his friends. Instead, she just went along with what was being said and allowed the man to hold her hands.  

“You should accompany us,” One of the ladies said, a genuine smile on her face with the hope that Lyanna would join them.  

Lyanna shook her head, looking towards the lady with a kind smile as she spoke. “Princess Helaena and I are not yet done spending time with one another, but perhaps tomorrow.” 

“I hope the gods give us another beautiful day then,”  

“Perhaps My Lady Strong will come to see you in the training yard,” Aemond said as he stared down at Ser Alan.  

Part of Aemond wanted Ser Alan to agree with his words so that Lyanna would be able to see the man's lack of skill.  But Aemond watched as the man shifted on his feet under his gaze. Lyanna looked away from the man in front of her and towards Aemond.  Eyebrows slightly pulled together because of his words. 

“The training yard is no place for a woman, Prince Aemond,” Ser Alan told Aemond, which caused Lyanna to snap her head back towards him.  

She shouldn’t have been shocked at his words, but Lyanna still was.  But she knew for a fact that most of the ladies often went to watch the young knights and lords train.  She doesn’t understand why Alan did not want her to watch him, but Aemond did; the man's lack of skill was humorous to him and no doubt the man wanted to impress Lyanna with his words and not his skills.  

“Hmmm, I’m sure it will do my lady some good to see you train,” Aemond pushed on as he stepped closer to the two of them. 

“I do not think her uncle would want her in such a place,” Alan shot back, not thinking of the words he was saying. 

Aemond didn’t show any emotion on his face while Alan spoke. Instead, he showed that he was in control, with his calm posture the opposite of Alan's.  Aemond's voice was smooth as he said, “Well, she can accompany me.  I will happily escort her to watch.”

“I have already finished training for the day,” Alan made an excuse, his grip tightened on Lyanna’s hands as he narrowed his eyes at Aemond.  

“No harm can come from a few hours more,” Aemond spoke back, and the man and two ladies behind Alan looked amongst themselves as the prince shot back at Alan. 

“Not everyone has the luxury of spending the day in the yard,” Alan told Aemond; his friend nodded along with his words, but that did not stop Aemond. 

“Some lack the dedication to,“ Aemond added his own opinion, and he watched as Alan's face hardened back as he spoke.  He hit a sore spot, it seemed. 

“Are you saying I lack dedication?” Alan asked with a scoff. He took offence to Aemond’s words but was in no position to talk back to the prince or even call him out on his behaviour.  

“I did not name you, but perhaps you identify with my words,”

“I will see to it that we spend time together tomorrow, Ser Alan,” Lyanna said before Alan could respond to Aemond, gaining his attention with a smile on her face.  

Alan nodded before he brought Lyanna’s hands back up to his lips.  He placed one last kiss before letting her hands go, and he turned back to his group.  The four of them made a quick pace to leave the two royal siblings and Lyanna.  Aemond watched as Lyanna relaxed her shoulders and moved to pick up the fallen flowers that had been trampled and crushed.  

“Isn’t he charming, brother?” Helaena broke the silence as she asked Aemond.

“Certainly,” Aemond answered as he moved to help his sister up off the ground.  

Helaena doesn’t wait for Lyanna to pick up the flowers before she moves on to the next bush of flowers. But Aemond does wait, his palm still up towards the sky even though the hoverfly had long since left.  

Aemond watched as Lyanna stood up and turned back towards him; the basket of flowers was held in front of her with both hands.  Lyanna looked at Aemond and offered him a small smile.  

Aemond did not offer her a smile but instead, his arm for her to take.  

Lyanna looked between Aemond’s cold face and his extended arm, letting a few beats pass before she stepped forward and rested her hand on his arm.  

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[ddesguv]

Chapter 6

You don't even remember falling asleep last night, but now you're suddenly jolted awake by a strange sensation. Your stomach grumbles, demanding food. It's been... hours? You sit up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, and glance around the lobby, it seems you fell asleep here on the couch . Hm... You need a cup of coffee, and some breakfast . You stand up, stretching your muscles, and pad over to the grand kitchen of the hotel.

Once in the kitchen, you put all your energy into making the perfect cup of coffee once again, the shadowy creature that holds the place of a tattoo on your arm emits a slow, tingly feeling across it, perhaps trying to get your attention? You close your eyes and try to concentrate on the sensations that try to reach you from it. A subtle craving for waffles blooms inside you.

You grin, deciding that some breakfast is indeed in order, and set about making a batch of waffles. The scent of them cooking fills the air, making your stomach rumble in anticipation. While they cook, you take the coffee over to the table and pour yourself a steaming mugful, enjoying the rich aroma as you sip it.

The shadowy tattoo on your arm continues to tingle and pulse gently, as if trying to get your attention. Curious, you focus on it, trying to discern what it might be trying to tell you. As you do so, a small, dark tendril slips free from the mass of smoke and shadow and curls around your finger, guiding your hand to the waffle iron.

You follow its lead, taking the waffles out of the iron just as they begin to brown and crisp, filling the room with the irresistible aroma of maple syrup and freshly baked dough. You place three plates on the table, heaping a serving of waffles onto each one, then pour syrup and a sprinkling of powdered sugar over them. They look absolutely delicious. You let the little shadow have a go at a waffle, extending your arm towards the plate and watching as it's smoky tendrils swirl and wiggle forming a somewhat normal shape of a hand, unlike last time, you can't help the chuckle that escapes at the thought of an eldritch horror looking thing asking for chicken nuggets and waffles.

Time to get Charlie and Vaggie up for breakfast.You make your way out of the kitchen, humming contentedly, and head towards the room that the two girls share . The hallway is eerily quiet, but you're not worried. The shadow on your arm feels... different today. More alive. As if it's beginning to understand you, and you it. You can't help but feel a sense of belonging, of purpose. You reach the door to the room and knock gently on it.

"Charlie? Vaggie? You guys up for some breakfast?" you call out. There's a muffled groan from the bed, and then Vaggie pokes her head out. She blinks sleepily at you, her eyes slowly focusing.

"Mm... breakfast sounds amazing," she says, yawning. "Is it ready?"

"It's just about on the table," you reply, gesturing back towards the kitchen. "Come and get it." She nods, then turns and disappears back into the bedroom, calling for Charlie. A moment later, your friend emerges, rubbing her eyes and stretching.

"Charlie, we've got breakfast," you say with a grin. "Waffles, coffee, the works." She yawns and nods, following you back to the kitchen. As you enter, the warm, sweet smell of waffles and coffee fills the air, and the sight of the plate piled high with breakfast food is enough to make your stomach rumble in anticipation.

The three of you sit down at the table, and you can't help but feel a sense of contentment as you watch them dig in. Vaggie takes a bite of her waffle and closes her eyes in bliss, while Charlie pours syrup over her plate with gusto. They chat and laugh between bites, and you can't help but feel like you're part of something special.

" Hey, you heard anything about Angel?" You can't help but ask, you aren't exactly worried about him, but still hope he's ok.

"Nope, he's probably at the studio sucking dick" Vaggie says with a hand in the air moving it dismissively.

Charlie rolls her eyes, "Vaggie, that's not funny."

"What? It's true. You know that's literally his job, he's a pornstar ."

You can't help but chuckle at that. Angel did seem to have a bit of a reputation, but he was a good guy.

"I hope he's okay. He seemed pretty down the other day." You say, taking another sip of your coffee.

"Oh, he'll be fine. He's just going through a rough patch, that's all. You know how it is," Vaggie says with a knowing smile, but there's a hint of concern in her voice.

Charlie nods in agreement, "Yeah, he'll pull through. He's got us, after all." She glances over at you and grins. "And we've got you, right?"

You feel a warmth spread through your chest at her words. "Always," you reply, giving her a reassuring smile as you get up and collect the dirty dishes.

Vaggie and Charlie follow suit, helping you clear the table and wash the dishes. The three of you work together seamlessly, like you've been doing it for years. As you finish up, you can't help but think that this feels right.

" Thanks for the breakfast, we should all probably go get dressed and head to the mall now" Vaggie says while drying he hands on a kitchen towel.

"Yeah, it's still early enough that we should be able to get some good parking spots," Charlie agrees. "I can't wait to see what kind of trouble we can get into today."

The three of you head back to your respective rooms, gathering your belongings and changing into more casual clothes. You've borrowed some of Charlie's old clothes, they don't exactly fit you, but they'll do for now, hopefully you'll find something nice at the mall.

Once you're all dressed, you make your way out to the car. Surprised to see that it's a fucking limousine.

"Holy shit, Charlie! This is amazing!" You exclaim, running over to the car and inspecting it.

"The mall?" the limo driver says with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, uh, yeah. We mean... we're just heading out for the day," Charlie stammers, looking a bit embarrassed. "Right, Vaggie?"

The limo driver smirks and nods, already opening the door for you. "Well, enjoy your day, ladies. The car will take you wherever you'd like to go."

You climb into the luxurious interior of the limousine, taking in the plush seats, the mini-bar, and the flat-screen TV mounted on the ceiling. It's like being in a whole other world. Vaggie and Charlie exchange glances, clearly enjoying your enthusiasm.

The driver closes the door and gets behind the wheel, and with a smooth rev of the engine, you're on your way to the mall. As you cruise down the street, you can't help but feel a sense of freedom and excitement. You decide to take advantage of the limo's amenities and help yourself to a drink from the mini-bar. You try not to show your disappointment when you discover that it's filled with water and soda, no alcohol.

" I should have probably made a list with the things I need" you say, felling a little stupid for not considering better the things you need.

"Don't worry about it, we'll find everything we need" Charlie reply with a reassuring smile. "We can always go to the department stores and window shop for stuff we like."

You look out the window as the limo pulls into the mall parking lot, taking in the sprawling complex of shops and restaurants. It's a pleasant day in hell, it seems, well, if you ignore the dead bodies and guts smeared across the streets.

The three of you step out of the car and head inside, the air-conditioning a welcome relief from the humidity. You let Vaggie and Charlie lead the way, content to wander aimlessly and take in the sights and sounds of the mall. There's a certain energy here, a sense of possibility. Even though you're technically among the living dead, you can't help but feel a spark of life within you.

You find yourselves drawn to a department store, its expansive windows displaying the latest fashions. "Ooh, let's check out the clothes," Vaggie suggests, and the three of you wander over to the women's section. You lose yourselves for a while, trying on dresses and skirts, debating the merits of various tops and blouses.

The store is practically deserted, save for a few wandering sales associates. It's almost eerie, like a scene out of a post-apocalyptic movie. But there's something comforting about it too. The three of you are free to explore, to try on whatever you want, without anyone judging you. You can't help but feel a sense of freedom and liberation.

You decide it's best to shop for essentials first, t-shirts, pants, underwear and socks.You spend some time in the mall, buying the things you need and having a good time. You find yourself growing closer to Vaggie and Charlie as you shop together, sharing stories and laughing at your past lives.

The afternoon sun begins to dip below the horizon, painting the sky a warm, golden hue. You decide it's time to head back to the car. As you walk through the mall, you can't help but feel a sense of nostalgia for the world that you left. There's something bittersweet about being here, surrounded by the remnants of a past life.

You and your new friends stop at a food court, deciding to grab a bite to eat before heading home. You chat animatedly as you choose from the various fast-food options, your conversation flowing as easily as the various flavors of soda. Who knew hell would be such a lovely place?

As you finish your meal, you feel a sudden urge to see what's playing at the movie theater. It's been years since you've been to one, and you can't help but feel a twinge of nostalgia. Vaggie and Charlie seem game, so you head over to the theater, purchasing tickets for the latest blockbuster that hell has to offer.

Biggest mistake of your imortal life, the movie was shit, the acting was shit, everything was shit, this might be true hell, being subjected to torture in the form of poor media and television.

You, Vaggie and Charlie endure the two hours of garbage on the screen, and as soon as the credits start to roll, you can't help but feel relieved. "Well, that was... something," Vaggie says with a sigh. "Shall we go back to the limo?"

You nod in agreement, grateful to escape the theater. As you make your way through the mall once more, you find yourself reflecting on the day. Despite the occasional reminder of your new existence, it's been surprisingly enjoyable. You've met new friends, shopped for clothes, and even managed to catch a movie.

You can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring. Maybe you'll explore the city further, find new places to visit, or simply relax and unwind at home. The possibilities seem endless, and for once, you're not afraid of the future. Maybe this hell isn't so bad after all.

As you reach the car, the driver holds open the backseat door for you, Vaggie, and Charlie. You climb in, settling into the plush leather as the driver starts the engine. The air conditioning feels amazing after being outside, and you lean back, enjoying the ride home.

As the cityscape passes by outside, you can't help but feel a pang of sadness for the world that you left behind. But at the same time, you're grateful for the experiences you've had today. This new existence may not be perfect, but it's not all bad either.

The car pulls up to the hotel, and the driver comes around to open your door. You step out, taking a deep breath of the cool evening air. The hotel is lit up, casting a warm glow onto the grounds. It's hard not to feel a sense of belonging here, despite knowing that this place is just as much a part of hell as anything else.

Once you and the girls are inside the lobby you let yourself fall on the couch, happy to be home, today was quite exhausting."Well, that was a fun day out, wasn't it?" Vaggie says, sitting down beside you.

"Yeah, it really was. I can't believe we did all that," Charlie agrees, flopping down on the other side of you. " Also, before I forget" she rummages trough one of her shopping bags, you're surprised to she that she hands you a phone and a credit card " These are for you, I would like to formally employ you as the chef for this hotel!"

" Charlie... when did you even get them? I can't possibly accept this, you've done so much for me already, I don't even know what to say!"

"You're going to say 'thank you' and you're going to take them. Now come on, you're good at cooking and we're going to need it. Now I know you won't starve us with that card, so just accept it. And as for the phone, it's for emergencies and if you need anything, just call me and I'll be there." She says with a soft smile.

You take the items from her, still feeling a bit overwhelmed. "Thank you, Charlie. I'll do my best to make sure you and everyone else here at the hotel are well taken care of." You say, feeling a small lump forming in your throat.

Vaggie pats you on the shoulder. "You'll do great Bambi. And if you ever need any help or have any questions, feel free to ask me. I'm more than happy to help out."

You smile at her, feeling a sense of gratitude and belonging wash over you. Even though this hell might not be perfect, you've found a new family here. And as long as you have them, you can make it through anything.

As the three of you sit there, enjoying the comfortable silence, you can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring. Perhaps another day of exploring the city, or maybe some much-needed relaxation by the pool. The possibilities are endless, and for the first time in a long time, you're not afraid to embrace the unknown.

You are jolted from your thoughts by the sound of the entrance door being rudely slammed shut, as you turn around you are pleased to see it's Angel Dust.

" Sup bitches" he says waving two of his hands while a third one holds his glasses and the forth one is placed on his hip.

"Hey Angel" you reply with a smile, feeling a bit more comfortable knowing that he's alive.

Vaggie and Charlie exchange glances, clearly curious about what's going on. "And what have you been up to today, Angel?" Vaggie asks, her voice laced with a hint of suspicion.

" Don't get your tits in a twist Vagina, I ain't on drugs."

"Well, that's a relief," Charlie says with a sigh. "So, how was work ?"

" Do ya really wanna know?"

" Yeah... One second thought, maybe not"

"That's what I thought, anyway, what's for dinner, I'm starved"

" I was thinking about some pizza, I really want to try out that oven "

" Sounds good to me, I'm in"

With that said, you make your way to the kitchen ready to make some dough and one hell of a pizza.

As you get to work, you can't help but feel grateful for the new phone and credit card. It's a nice reminder that you have people who care about you here. You wonder what kind of life you would have ended up with if you hadn't met them. Maybe you would have just kept on running, never finding any peace.

The dough comes together quickly, thanks to your years of practice. You shape it into a large circle and then top it with a layer of tomato sauce, fresh mozzarella cheese, and a generous amount of pepperoni. The oven is already preheated to the perfect temperature, and it doesn't take long for the pizza to cook. Soon, the delicious aroma fills the air.

You hear a commotion coming from the lobby, and you know that the others must be hungry. You take the pizza out of the oven and carefully transfer it to a cutting board. As you slice it up, you hear laughter and excited chatter coming from the others. You join them in the lobby, carrying the large pizza to the center of the group.

The aroma of freshly baked pizza fills the air, and everyone's eyes light up as they see the delicious meal in front of them. Angel practically inhales his first slice, moaning with delight. "This is the some good shit, not as good as my nonna would make tho.," he says, wiping the cheese from his mouth.

Charlie and Vaggie exchange a knowing glance before sitting down on the couch together, each taking a slice of pizza for themselves. They laugh and talk animatedly, their voices echoing through the lobby.

You take a seat on the floor next to them, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. This might not be the perfect life, but it's starting to feel like home. The familiar scent of smoke and sweat in the air, the worn-out furniture, and the mismatched decorations all blend together to create an atmosphere that's unique to this place.

As you watch the others eat and chat, you can't help but wonder what their stories are. Angel is the obvious wild card, but even Charlie and Vaggie have their secrets. There's a certain sadness in their eyes that you can't quite place, as if they're carrying around some unspoken burden. But at the same time, they're strong and resilient, able to find joy in the little things like a shared pizza.

The conversation drifts from one topic to another, covering everything from the latest news to old memories. You listen intently, feeling a part of the group for the first time in a long while. It's not perfect, but it's something. And in this place, that's enough.

As the night wears on, the pizza is devoured, and the dishes are cleared away, you find yourself drawn to the window, staring out at the darkened cityscape. The lights twinkle like stars, and the neon signs cast an otherworldly glow over the streets. It's a beautiful, yet eerie sight that you can't seem to tear your eyes away from.

"What's with you tonight, huh?" Angel asks, sidling up beside you. He leans his elbow on the window frame and peers out into the night as well. "You seem a little... deep in thought."

You shrug, not quite sure how to explain it.

"I honestly don't know, it feels like something's missing, and it kinda scares me, because what's missing is that adrenaline rush I had back up top, when I was elbows deep into some fuckers guts, I thought I did what I did to help people, to make the world a little safer, and now I'm starting to realize that it was mostly for me."

" Holy shit toots, ya got some issues, don't worry tho, you're in hell, go nuts, you could walk down the street and stab every hoe you see, and no one's gonna give a fuck."

Angel says, laughing, but there's a serious undertone to his voice that makes you wonder if he's just trying to convince himself of that.

You turn away from the window, a strange mixture of emotions churning in your stomach. Part of you wants to believe what Angel says, to embrace the chaos and violence that this place has to offer. But another part of you reminds you of what Charlie is trying to do, you can't go around murdering demons just for the fun of it then stay here knowing that Charlie would be against something like that.

You've always been a good person, you've always tried to help others, and now you're just stuck in this hellhole, wondering what the point of it all is. Then it hits you, rapists, abusers, pedos, hell must be full of them, it wouldn't be too bad if you go after them, right?

You turn towards Angel, offering him a small smile" You're probably right, but for now I'll sleep on it, good night Angel"

He smirks, nodding in understanding. "Good night. Don't let the bedbugs bite. Too hard~"

You laugh, shoving him lightly before turning away from the window. As you make your way back to the couch, you can't help but feel a renewed sense of purpose. Yes, maybe this place isn't all fun and games, and maybe you're not exactly living the life you thought you would. But there are still people here who need help, people who deserve justice. And if that means taking on the demons of the underworld, then so be it.

You collect your shopping bags and make your way towards your room, ready to hit the hay.

#alastor x reader #hazbin alastor x reader #hazbin hotel #fanfiction #alastor #mature theme #slow burn #x reader

[kiruamon]

Spring through the Seasons - Meeting the Winter

Second story part for this AU. Includes Y/N wandering into the snow covered parts of the island and meeting another deity of the seasons. Also, I had so much fun drawing the sketches! (Like last time the art/sketches are embedded in between the text.)

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As if you had crossed an invisible line, a landscape so otherworldly stretches out before your eyes that for a moment you start to question your plan. It's not that the sight is completely unfamiliar to you. You've often seen the strange, white landscape from a good distance when you've gone to the lake. But today is different. Today it was no longer just a distant, obscure place, but lay spread out before you in its strange grace.

It was as if someone had stripped the landscape of almost all its colors. Only the green needles of a few fir trees stood out here and there among the white, wondrous mass. The deciduous trees that used to adorn the plain in front of you had degenerated into bare skeletons, frozen by the cold air and stretching towards the sky as if begging the sun to give them a little warmth. No young shoots, no buds or tender leaves could grow on the branches in this cold.

This sight triggered a feeling of uneasiness inside you. And yet… You can't help but feel a certain fascination that makes your heart beat faster with excitement the longer you gaze out at this strange world. The sparkling of the white mass as the sunlight breaks through the clouds and falls on it takes your breath away. You feel as if someone has picked the twinkling stars from the night sky to grind them into a fine powder to spread it over this patch of earth.

You step closer to the invisible border between your home and the icy, beautiful landscape in front of you. Step by step, you get closer to it. Leaving the blooming flowers and growing bushes with their young shoots behind you. Only a few more steps lie ahead of you before the grass beneath your feet is swallowed up by the white dust - or whatever it may be.

You pause as you stand directly in front of the white substance, which spreads out untouched and motionless in front of you. Can you just walk on it? Crouching down, you inspect it with a curious look and slowly stretch out your hand towards it. You are surprised to see how easily it sinks in. But you don't have long to marvel at how easily it gives way under your touch as a slight shudder takes hold of your body and causes it to quiver. Cold. The vines on your stole tremble and curl up a little. Brrrr. You didn't think the shimmering mass would feel cold. Or… wet? Curious, you pull your hand out of it and watch as what's stuck to it slowly changes shape on your warm skin and… … turns into water. You stare in amazement at the drops of water on your hand. This white mass is water! Stunned, you absorb this information and slowly get back to your feet. Hardened water. Is that what it is? Unbelievable. What an incredible place! Your enthusiasm is now even more ignited.

You simply have to see more. Find out more about this place. You have finally found the courage to go further and put your first foot into the strangely stiff water. It sinks a little into the mass, but that doesn't stop you as long as you can feel the ground beneath your soles and slowly but steadily venture deeper into this unknown world.

The further you progress, the stranger, but also more beautiful, the landscape appears in your eyes. Odd formations hang from the branches of some trees, like small runnels of water frozen in the air. The green needles of the fir trees are often covered in a layer of white, as if they had wrapped themselves in a blanket. Even the air is different in this place. There are fewer scents than in your home. The air seems drier and the cold bites a little into your reddened nose and cheeks. It's not painful, but it's unfamiliar. You are used to warmer temperatures in the forests and meadows you are accustomed to, but your body still seems to be able to tolerate the colder weather here. On your way into the unknown, you approach a forest that looks as if it has died. The tree trunks are tall and the branches are at such dizzying heights that your neck hurts if you look up at them for too long.

In the distance, you hear the howling of wolves. The sound doesn't worry you. Quite the opposite. It teaches you that animals live even in such a cold place. You have often wondered where they came from or where they were going on their wanderings. Looks like you've learned something new.

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Footprints. Still very fresh. The ruler of these lands eyed the peculiar tracks in the otherwise almost untouched winter landscape with suspicion. Here and there between them were strange little patches of frozen ground under the masses of snow. Had an animal - a deer perhaps - pushed the snow aside with its muzzle to look for roots to eat? But no. The snow looked as if it had melted and little green stalks were sticking out of it, trembling. Strange. Very strange. The shape of the footprints too. It didn't look like an animal. And the wolves hadn't gone hunting for it either. Whatever it was, it sparked his curiosity. In the company of the wolves, he decided to get to the bottom of this.

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Are you still heading in the right direction? In this foreign place, you find it more and more difficult to keep your sense of direction. Perhaps you should have tried walking closer along the lake or the coastline. But your curiosity and carefree attitude had drawn you deeper into these lands. Had driven you to see what wonders awaited you here. But now the sky was already darkening. Swallowed the twinkle of the white mass around you. Dark, gray clouds hang in front of the sun, making it difficult to guess how much daylight you have left before it disappears completely. Is it going to rain? But there isn't the typical smell of rain lingering in the air. In search of shelter and a suitable place to rest, you continue to wander through the rows of petrified trees. Each of your steps is accompanied by a slight crunch as it sinks into the white mass and suddenly the sound seems strangely out of sync with your own footsteps. You pause in surprise, but you can still hear it. Blinking in confusion, you turn around and exhale in shock through your mouth as your breath rises into the air like a tiny wisp of mist. Someone is standing there between the rows of trees.

For some reason, the air seems even colder and more stinging now. As if it wants to drive you back to your warm home. Telling you that you don't belong here. But you can't run. You feel frozen and completely mesmerized by what you see in front of you. It stands upright. A pair of curved horns on its head, like nothing you've ever seen before. Translucent, like the shapes you have already spotted on the branches of the trees. Is that an animal? But it doesn't look like one and it's wearing clothes. A coat with thick fur around the edges that the cold wind can't harm, no matter how much it tears at it. In its left hand it holds an oddly shaped staff. Only at the second moment do you notice the company it is in. Three wolves walk by it's side. Their fur is much thicker than the fur they wear in your lands. And yet their fur patterns seem familiar to you. Slowly they circle you with their watchful gaze and you follow them with your eyes in wonder. It is this brief moment of distraction that the entity takes advantage of. Because suddenly you feel a cold breeze on the back of your neck as it stands directly behind you and leans down lightly towards you.

The entity's breath is as cold as if it was the wind itself that sweeps across these lands. Instinctively, your body shivers. You are not sure what it wants from you. Carefully, you turn your head to the side. Trying to catch a glimpse over your shoulder and under its hood. But you don't even get that far when, out of the corner of your eye, you notice a hand with claw-like fingers slowly moving towards the thin vines on your stole. The touch is far more careful than you would have expected it to be. A tiny nudge against the delicate flower at the end of the vine, causing it to sway slightly and recoil from the coldness of the touch. Could it be… that you weren't the only one wondering what or who you had stumbled across here? A new confidence grows in you, like a little sprout digging its way out of the warm earth to greet the gentle rays of the sun. "He… hello," you mumble rather shy as you try to turn your head a little further around and this time you actually manage to catch a glimpse of the face under the hood, which is staring at you in surprise.

A pair of multi-colored eyes blink at you in amazement. Its mouth opens slightly in shock, but closes again a few heartbeats later before it opens again and you are no less startled to hear the being's voice. "You can talk," you hear him say and somehow this brings you a huge sense of relief and makes you giggle. "So can you." He seems almost embarrassed when he hears this. He slowly straightens up and circles you, while you follow him curiously with your gaze. "True enough."

He looks at you with a thoughtful expression. Trying to take in every detail of you in an attempt to understand what or who he has in front of him. You can't blame him for this, because you feel the same way. You're still fascinated by his appearance, which is so completely different from yours. His face, which is divided into a dark and a light section, reminds you of a crescent moon in the dark night sky. And while on the light half his eye is as white as the landscape around you, his other eye glows as red as the evening sun. Beautiful. "Where are you from?" you suddenly hear him ask and are dragged back from your thoughts to reality. "Where I'm… oh! From the southern lands." "South. The green forests?" You nod and your answer only seems to make him more thoughtful. It's difficult to tell what he's thinking. Does he find it curious to hear where you're from? Or is he angry with you for some reason? "But why shou- ", for some reason he breaks off his words in mid-sentence. Blinks in confusion and stares down at your feet. You follow his gaze and… are no less startled than he is to see what you find there. The strange white water has disappeared right around your feet. Grass and snowdrops sprout from the thawing ground, their white blossoms swaying in the wind.

"How did you do that?" he sounds genuinely astonished. "I-I… just stood here…", is that so unusual? It happened all the time in your homelands. No matter where you settled, life followed you everywhere. Shoots that crawled out of the ground. Vines and grasses that stretched towards the sky and spring flowers that began to bloom. To be honest, you didn't expect it to happen even here, so far from your home. You can see how his eyes seem to shine as he looks down at the delicate flowers. "What's that?" "You mean… the flowers?" "Flowers… those are flowers?" You nod gently. "Yes. Snowdrops." Before you had traveled to the western border of your realm, you had rarely seen them either. But the further you had progressed, the more of them had appeared. Apparently… they seemed to cherish the cooler temperatures more than other flowers you knew. "Snow… drops," he repeats slowly. And then… then you hear him let out a soft laugh. "How fitting."

You blink at him in amazement. "Is it?" "Yes, very much in fact. After all, this is the land of winter. Shrouded in snow and ice." The land of winter… Snow and ice. You look around and slowly start to understand. "So this… is snow?" He laughs again, it sounds… friendly. "Yes. What you see here is snow. And over there, do you see what's hanging from the branches? Those are icicles," he explains to you, almost amused, while you can hardly contain your excitement and slowly realize why he found the name of the flowers so funny. Now you can't help but smile. "Right, that is fitting." He nods at you with a satisfied look in his eyes. "Say, what's your name?" Your name? You blink. No one's ever asked you that before - how could they, when there's never been anyone to talk to - and honestly… you've never thought about giving yourself one. "I… um… I'm afraid I don't have one," you say with an embarrassed smile. "But if you want, you can think of one for me?" You wouldn't mind, at least. But admittedly, the question he just asked makes you curious. "Do you have a name?" Now he looks no less embarrassed than you were a moment ago. "I'm afraid I don't have anything to offer in that respect either," he mumbles to himself a little absent minded. If that was the case… "Can I call you Moon, then?" He looks at you in surprise, remains silent and you already fear that your suggestion was perhaps a little silly after all. But then the corners of his mouth twitch upwards and he says with a genuinely gentle expression in his eyes: "I… would quite like that."

"What brought you little snowflake here in the first place?" asks Moon as he accompanies you through the snow-covered landscape together with the three wolves. Oh, that's right! You hadn't even told him about that yet. You clasp your hands together and look up at him. "I'm looking for the place where the red leaf came from." He furrows his brow when he hears about it and his gaze wanders from you out over the untouched snow filled plain. "A red leaf…" his voice sounds calm, but you can tell that something is on his mind again. "Do you know where it came from? I thought it might have come from here, but… " but so far you haven't seen one deciduous tree with the tiniest of leaves on it. "You won't find it here." How odd, is it just you or does Moon's voice sound strained? Is he perhaps angry with you? Did you say something that might have offended him? "O-oh, that's really too bad…" you say and start to stare at your hands, rubbing them together a little. Is it just you or has it suddenly gotten colder? You look up into the dark clouded sky and… you are completely dumbfounded to see little white dots floating down from the gray clouds as if they were flower petals.

"What's that?" you ask, unable to take your eyes off it. Next to you, you can hear Moon laughing. "Snowflakes. It's snowing." Snowflakes. It looked beautiful. You see them stick to your clothes, but as soon as they fall on your skin, they melt and turn to water. So this is what the snow looks like before it huddles together so tightly on the ground. "It's beautiful." You miss the gentle smile that your words bring to Moon's face and when you finally manage to tear your gaze away, he is already a few steps ahead of you, so you hastily follow him through the snow. "We should hurry though. A snowstorm is coming. And then our vision will be so poor that we won't be able to see a thing. Not to mention that night is about to fall." Oh dear, that didn't sound so good. "Follow me. I know a place where we'll be safe."

As Moon had predicted, the snowfall was getting heavier. While at the beginning, scattered snowflakes had been dancing playfully across the sky, the wind and snowfall was steadily increasing. The air was cold. Much, much colder than before and the daylight is becoming more and more sparse. Although the cold temperatures didn't bother you that much before, they are now becoming increasingly uncomfortable and slowing your progress. Moon seems to notice that you are struggling more with the unfamiliar conditions. That your strength is dwindling. Something heavy slides over your shoulders and Moon's hands reach around you from behind to put the fur-lined cape over your shoulders before he gently pulls the oversized hood over your head. "Can you handle it for a bit longer? It's not that far anymore." He pushes past you and his face appears right in front of yours as he peers under the hood, which now protects your cold-reddened face from the icy winds. "Y-yes. It's all good. I can do it." He nods at you, gently placing his hand on your back and leading you forward with steady steps that are matching yours.

It is dry and dark in the cave. The snow and wind can't get you here. Nevertheless, you feel completely exhausted after this long walk through the snowstorm and when you think about how long you've been on your feet. You're truly thankful that you have Moon by your side. Otherwise you might have collapsed somewhere from sheer exhaustion while looking for shelter and have been ended up buried under the snow. Instead, you are now safe. Tired, but unharmed. As soon as you have settled down on the rocky ground, two of the wolves join you. Their warm bodies nestled close against you. With a small smile, you brush your hand through their still slightly damp but thick winter fur. You are still wearing the cape that Moon lent you and even when you offered to give it back to him, he refused, saying that you needed it far more than he did at the moment. You are grateful for his kind offer, because you still feel a little cold. And tired… You rub a hand over your eyes as you slowly lie down, resting your head gently on the back of one of the wolves that you now remember why they seemed so familiar. They are the same ones you saw back home. Once last year and two years before when they were still just small pups. It's like seeing old friends again. And they obviously recognize you too.

Your gaze wanders over to Moon, who is sitting on a rock that rises from the ground, watching you in silence. At his feet lies the third member of the small wolf pack. "Moon?" you ask quietly into the darkness. "Yes?" His voice sounds calm. Soothing. "Even if I couldn't find what I was looking for here… I'm glad I came to this land. After all, thanks to it, I met you." You may not have achieved your goal, but… you have found something else that seems so endlessly precious to you.

For a while there is only silence in the cave until you hear his voice calling softly for you. "… Snowflake?" You smile a little at the thought that you've somehow already gotten used to the nickname he's given you. "Yes, Moon?" "I know the place you're looking for." What? How? Suddenly you feel wide awake again, despite your earlier drowsiness. "Really?" A faint nod of his head, which you can barely make out in the darkness, confirms that you haven't misheard him. "Yes. But you'll hardly be able to reach it from here." "What do you mean?" you ask, a little confused and your heart pounding with anticipation. "The land of the colorful leaves and mist borders my land. But the cliff that lies between them is steep and higher than you can imagine. I can lead you to it, but it would be utter madness to try to climb down there. I'm not sure how the animals manage to get past it… maybe there's a passage somewhere, but I don't know where. Also, the weather near the border is unpredictable. It's simply too dangerous." There is a certain urgency in his words. You can tell he's serious with his warning. "Your chances might be better if you try to take a different path." That sounds really discouraging. Being so close to your goal and yet so far away from it. A different path. Dark, green leaves come to mind. Treetops so lush and full that the forests swallow up the sunlight. The realm that lies to the east of yours. Could there be a way from there? "I see… thank you, Moon. For telling me about it," you whisper softly into the darkness, hoping he can hear you. As you continue to think about his words, your eyes become heavier by the second. The warm, cozy fur of the wolves who have snuggled up close to you lulls you more and more to sleep. You simply can't stay awake any longer. So you nestle yourself tightly into Moon's cape and allow the long-awaited sleep to finally catch up with you.

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Hope you had a fun ride with this entry. I surely did with finally showing some of the character interactions for this au.

TBC

#fnaf au #stts au #fnaf moon #fnaf y/n #dca #fnaf dca #daycare attendant #fnaf daycare attendant #traditional drawing #sketches #my art #do not reupload #stts au part 2 #Wanted to draw Moon mostly in a cute style for this au #Also yes my style jumps between sketches sometimes #Drawing Moon without a hood or cap is always a bit odd but oh well.:') #Love that this au is mostly being cute and having some good vibes. #Also love writing Moon more soft sometimes. #Translated it again with DeepL and using dict.cc as well to help to hopefully making the translation as good as possible.

[abyssal-ali]

Project #68 [Operation Concupiscence] - 2

Chapter 1 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Ao3 Masterlist | Day 2: Mythical Creatures

Rating: M WC: 1.4k

TW: two minor characters in a relationship are accidentally drugged with a lust potion, but are immediately taken care of; Demon AU

Their research was finally over; it was time to put theory into practice.

Gathering a couple Year Seven volunteers to assist, Raven and Damian made their way to the Potions Lab to begin. 

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Raven brushed past Damian in the Lab, reaching for the Powdered Pearl on the shelf behind him.

Sticking her arm out, she summoned the stool from across the room.

Warmth snuck into her space as Damian stepped toe-to-toe with her, intercepting the stool. Dropping his chin, he gave her a smug smile. “I’m happy to help my partner, Roth,” he tutted. “Please feel free to ask for help.”

Glaring up at him, she maturely stuck her tongue out. “I’d hate to take you away from your oh-so-important ingredients list.”

Damian wrapped her fingers around the blue jar labelled Powdered Pearl. “Oh, you’re more important, Roth.”

The words were teasing, but they still caused a warmth to spread throughout her body.

Thankful for the dim light in the corner, she brushed him away before he could see her flusteredness. “Thanks for the help, al Ghul.”

“Anytime,” he called after her cheerily.

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Damian tilted his head, watching as Raven stirred the bubbling cauldron, staring at it with unusual intensity.

“Something wrong with Lust Potion #4, Roth?”

She glanced up briefly and shook her head.

“Just thinking about this exercise.”

“Tt.” Damian turned back to his scroll, where he was recording their potion making, but he kept looking up at her.

Finally he gave in, deciding to try something he’d been wondering about for a while. 

Turning on his incubus charm, he sauntered towards her, looking her up and down with a heavy-lidded gaze. 

Raven straightened and turned to him. 

“Roth, you look…decent.”

Raising an eyebrow at his strange greeting, she nodded, looking him up and down in return. “Not too bad today, yourself.”

He bracketed her with his arms, leaning over her to sniff the bubbling pink potion.

She slapped his chest, pushing him away from her. “Al Ghul, what are you doing? We’re not supposed to test the potions on ourselves!”

“Relax, Roth. I’m unaffected by things like this. The real question is, why are you?”

“What do you mean?” She quirked an eyebrow up at him, seemingly unaffected by his close proximity. He could smell her signature subtle smoky scent, the one that drove him crazy, mingled with the mint of her shampoo.

Damian met her violet eyes, holding her gaze wordlessly as he challenged her.

That tempting flush bloomed on her pale cheeks again, causing her to break eye contact and take a step away.

“I mean that!” he exclaimed. “Why are you resistant to my incubus charm?” Raven’s pretty mouth dropped. “You were using your charm on me? You can’t do that on Institute grounds!”

“Relax, Roth, it was simply to prove my point; I didn’t mean anything behind it. You didn’t even notice it, is what I was getting at!”

“Probably because the contempt I hold for you far outweighs your feeble attempts at seduction; really, it’s pathetic that you have to rely on your weak incubus charm and have stooped to seducing me just to get laid,” Raven spat, turning and striding quickly away.

“My charm is not weak; my mother is the strongest succubus of the Azraelines!” Damian called after her, unable to pass up defending his mother’s honour.

Pinching his nose with a sigh, he ignored the assistants’ investment in his drama and strode after her. “Roth, wait up!”

~~~

The next attempt at potions brewing went marginally better.

“Okay, next, we’ll add the dried hawthorn and brew the mixture for twenty minutes,” Damian read off the scroll, directing the pair of assistants to the bubbling cauldron.

Raven was chopping peppermint leaves behind him, keeping careful track of the multitude of colourful jars and bottles that held the ingredients for the required potions.

The pair of assistants were a star-crossed mage and demon, who jumped at the chance to spend more time together and also gain extra credits.

Raven found their lovey-dovey mush a little over-the-top, but they mostly kept the PDA to what she deemed acceptable levels, so she didn’t make dry remarks about their activities.

When the white smoke from the cauldron spread throughout the lab, she simply waved her hand and banished the fog. Once the air was clear, she noticed the couple dramatically making out against the brewing counter and nudged Damian.

He cleared his throat, but they didn’t respond.

“Guys…can you tone down the PDA over there?” Raven spoke up.

When there was still no response, Damian and Raven exchanged glances, slowly approaching the couple.

“Guys?” Raven’s shadows gripped the assistants by the shoulders and forcibly separated them. 

“Al Ghul, look at their eyes…they’re under something’s influence.”

Damian leaned into their faces, placing his fingers on their necks to ascertain their pulses.

“They’re under the lust potion’s influence. The smoke is particularly potent, but usually the vents are closed. With the storms today, they were shut and I forgot to open them when we began brewing this afternoon,” he realised with a sigh. “I’ll take them to the infirmary and make sure they’re kept separate.”

Raven nodded. “I’ll clean up here, then.” ~~~

Damian dropped off the students to the Institute nurse with a brief explanation of what happened, then returned to the Lab to help Raven.

She was wiping down the now-empty counter, her sleeves rolled up and her hood back as she warmed from the work.

Scuffing his shoe to alert her to his presence, he approached her. “Need anything else done?”

She glanced around the room, taking stock of everything.

“Just need the chairs over there put back, I think. They’re okay?” she asked after their assistants.

“Yeah, the nurse has them in hand. She said since you got rid of the smoke quickly, the effects should likely only last another hour or so.”

Raven nodded, dipping her cloth in the cleaning solution to rinse it out.

“You’re feeling alright?” He looked her over quickly as he returned the chairs to their proper places.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Were you okay?”

“Of course. Incubus biology, remember?”

“Just because incubi are impervious to lust magics doesn’t mean there won’t be any other side effects,” she huffed.

“So why are you unaffected, then?” he pressed, wanting answers to something that he’d been puzzling over for a while.

Raven flipped her hood over her head, rolling her sleeves down and hooking her fingers through the built-in half-gloves.

“Being around you for too long has killed any urges I may have had,” she intoned, heading for the door.

Damian stepped between her and her plan of escape, arms wide.

“Why won’t you ever say anything, Raven?”

“I say enough,” she retorted. “Move.”

“No.”

“No?”

“No.” He crossed his arms, leaning into her space. “Why are you resistant to any type of sexually appealing influences? You’re Amaimonite, not Azraeline.”

“Maybe I’m what the humans would term ‘asexual’,” al Ghul. Ever consider that?” she quirked her eyebrow up at him.

Damian blinked. “But. Logan. In Year Six.”

“And? Dating someone doesn’t mean I’m sleeping with them, just like sleeping with someone doesn’t mean I’m dating them. You should know that.”

“What are you implying?” he narrowed his eyes at her, bristling.

“I was simply saying that you are, as you pointed out earlier, an incubus, which literally feeds primarily off sexual energy once they mature. Plenty of incubi don’t date or enter into a relationship with the beings they feed off of. Therefore, you should be well acquainted with the ideology of casual relationships and the different dynamics of them.”

“Tt. Fine, then. Are you asexual?”

Raven snorted. “You’re awfully invested in my private life, al Ghul. Careful, I may think you have a crush on me if you keep this up. Not that it’s any of your business, but no, I am not asexual.”

“Then how are you deflecting any type of outside influences?” Damian asked, frustratedly running his hand through his hair.

“Why do you care so much?” she countered.

“I have my reasons,” he muttered, glancing at her shoes.

Raven considered him in silence until the approaching chatter of the next class broke through their bubble.

“I’ll meet you after the end of our patrols tonight in the Demon Common Room and we can talk then,” she suggested. “How does that sound?”

“Good.”

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