#tot imagines

[lilisgardensblog]

~Alluring Gaze~

Vyn Richter x Reader

"One kiss for one shell."

fem! reader, kissing, make out

A/N: I didn't actually read this card, but I'm in love with it so here's a fanfic based on it

You are walking by the sea shore, trying to calm your mind. You had an awfully busy schedule today and the stress was starting to get you. You had a headache all day, almost didn't turn in a very important file and even Mr. Wing asked you if you were okay. You said yes, but he sent you earlier home anyways.

Back at home you tried to do some work, but you simply couldn't concentrate. You were staring at your laptop screen for an hour, until you decided it's pointless. You got up and drove to the sea, the only place that could calm your mind in your current state.

Back in the present, you are walking by the sea shore gathering some pretty shells as the moonlight is guiding your every step. Busy collecting the shells for some handmade gift you wanted to make, you don't notice the pair of eyes that have been observing you for the past minutes. Or at least not until a tail hits the water near those golden eyes.

You stopped midway from picking up a shell, but quickly straightened your back as the eyes were moving closer toward you. You could now see blue ,ears like, fins peaking through the white locks of what you were sure of by now it's a merfolk. A very beautiful, alluring and curious merfolk.

Curious as well, you took a cautious, small step forward trying not to scare the merfolk and get yourself possibly drowned. The merman also swam closer and was now with its human half out of the water as the tail was still moving in the water.

You dropped to your knees so you two could be at the same height as you locked eyes with the mysterious merman. You were still unsure if he could understand you or not, but you decided to speak anyway just so you'll do something else then lose yourself in those golden eyes.

"Hi..." you said almost whispering, not daring to ruin the atmosphere.

He turned his head, looking at you with an amused yet impressed look. He almost looked proud of you for not running away and answered you back. "Hello"

Trying to keep the conversation going you ask the next question you could think of. "What is your name?" you asked and your curious gaze made the merfolk laugh. It was more of a low tone, amused giggle, but he answered you anyways.

"Where I come from they call me Vyn. What about you, pretty human?" His tone was unreadable, making you unsure why he took an interest in you. Maybe where he came from he lured all the mermaids and was uninterested in them so he decided to come above and find a naive human girl to play with.

"y/n" you answered and played with one of the shells near you as Vyn studied you, observing your every move, how you look around trying to gather your thoughts to form a question, but not sure what to ask first.

"Ask me." he spoke, getting closer to you, placing his hands on each side of your legs, trapping you with his body. You were now face to face with the merfolk that you thought would drown you and he was forcing you to put yourself together while he was towering over you, making your mind run wild. He figured you all out and knew you wanted to ask him something and was now patiently waiting for you to form the question. Gulping your distracting thoughts you asked.

"What are you doing here?"

He looked pleased with your question or maybe he was simply pleased that you finally managed to ask something and confirm that he was right and you had a question lingering at the tip of your tongue.

"I was simply swimming in my waters when I sensed a new presence in my territory and it appears the intruder had the audacity to even steal my belongings."

You were shocked. It appears that Vyn was accusing you of going into his territory when you walked on this sea shore millions of times. It's true that you didn't do your weekly walks in the past couple of months, but no one accused you of transpassing before. Or worse, of stealing.

"Excuse yourself, but first, it's not the first time I'm walking around here and second, I'm not stealing anything."

The corners of his lips raised and you realized you might have said something against yourself. An attorney that couldn't protect itself, the universe was laughing at you today and this was the cherry on top for all your misfortunes.

"So you admit you've been transpassing multiple times and deny that you're not taking with you the shells you've been collecting since you came here?" he was enjoying this. The look on your face, stunned and out of words, as he was simply stating the evidence from his point of view.

You reminded yourself you're an attorney and as shitty as this day went you still had to defend yourself. "There is no sort of warning that states this is a private territory and I'm sure these shells have no owner as they are spread by the sea in a public zone."

He laughed once again. "I think I might like you ,human.Fine I'll offer you my shells, but not for free. You have to agree with my conditions if you want them." Unsure of what he meant, you nodded, waiting for Vyn to specify the conditions.

"One kiss for one shell."

You could feel your cheeks getting warm as the distracting thoughts you pushed back moments ago were brought back with one sentence.

"You can pick the placement of each kiss, I won't force you to do anything against your will, darling."

You looked at your shells. They were 5 in total and you considered for a moment letting them there and going back home. You could gather shells in another day without a blue tailed merfolk accusing you or even better you could find another beach to pick up shells. But what if another beach had another merfolk?

"So that means just 5 kisses?"

"Indeed."

"Wherever I want?"

"Mhm."

"Well then...." you took a deep breath and placing both your hands on his face you kissed his left cheek then his right cheek. "That means 2 shells, right?"

He nodded and you leaned in once again and kissed his forehead. "3 shells..." you kept count. "2 more to go" Vyn seemed to try and encourage you but you realized you're running out of options.

You leaned in again, kissing the tip of his nose, making him pull back a second in disbelief. He looked like a little kitten who got an unexpected nose boop. "one more to go..." you whispered looking at the last place you could kiss him, admiring his lips. How they moved slightly in expectation, waiting for you to decide.

Leaning in one last time, you slowly kissed his lips. You were ready to announce that you finally earned all your shells, but Vyn caught your lips again and deepened the kiss. It wasn't anything forceful, letting you decide if you want to break the kiss or not.

You placed your arms behind his neck, pulling him closer, letting him know you wanted this as much as he wanted it. His hands travelled down the curve of your waist and back up caressing your round br3asts. You moaned in the kiss and moved your hand through his hair, giving it a slight pull making the merfolk moan into your arms.

His lips moved from your lips to your neck, exploring and leaving a small bruise with each kiss. You raised your head to allow him to mark every inch of your skin as your hands were moving through his hair and then moving to feel his chest, his heart pounding as quickly as yours.

He came back up to find your lips again, both of you lost in the moment. His warmth against yours, his hands on your body and your hands on his, everything felt perfect.

But the moment was interrupted by a passing car, both of you pulling away at the sudden sound. Vyn looked down at you, admiring his work. You were sure you looked like a mess and all he did was kiss you. You could feel your hair being messy and your neck was pulsating under the sudden love marks. But he wasn't any better. His wet hair was now messy thanks to your hands and was now slightly covering his eyes and his lips were covered in your lipstick, now a bit smudged from the previous actions. While both of you tried to catch your breath, Vyn let you stand again, giving you a hand to raise yourself from the sand. You were sitting crossed legged, trying to fix your hair as both of you were shocked by what happened.

You cleared your throat and broke the silence.

"I think I need to leave." Vyn nodded and handed you your shells not saying anything. "Thank you" you added, ready to leave. You turned one last time and gave the merfolk one last kiss before leaving for good, going back to your car.

vyn pov

'She left so soon, leaving me on the sea shore, watching her figure turn smaller and smaller as she went further away....I saw the hesitation in her eyes before kissing me. Maybe she thought I was just messing with the first human girl I've seen....I've never felt this. The way my heart skipped a beat, before beating miles per hour....Who is she really?'

The blue merfolk spoke in the wind as his finger tips touched his lips, where her lips were moments ago. Such an ironic situation. He finally found someone that made him want to live again and she was a human. A mere mortal that should bow before him and yet he was willing to worship her if he could have the chance to see her one more time.

(this was so fun to write live laugh love vyn)

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[themisimagines]

labyrinth

content: you and vyn attend a birthday party hosted in his honour but end up doing something rather more fun in a garden labyrinth. wink wink nudge nudge. again inspired by anna karenina (2012) film but also labyrinth (1986). maybe a companion to 'i could sleep inside the cold of you'. some spoilers for episode 10. total porn without plot. characters: vyn x fem!reader warnings: public sex, hunter-prey relationship, breeding kink, minor knife play

On your second last day in Svart, Vyn's father hosts a birthday party for Vyn – all to keep up appearances, of course. His father isn't present, and Vyn dislikes half, if not most of the people there. You've made your way through most of the evening by his side, and finally things have begun to wind down, the guests suitably drunk and starting to do unspeakable things, sure to forget everything by tomorrow. Vyn has told you to keep close – he doesn't trust half the people here, and your kidnap by his uncle is still fresh in the forefront of his mind.

Then the next moment, you find yourself wandering the grounds of a large garden maze, heart beating out of your chest as you run as fast as you can, trying to get to the heart of the labyrinth before you get caught. Every single twitch of the leaves and hedges beside you makes you jump. You've dropped pieces of clothing slowly to make a trail, so you don't get lost. Thank goodness they dressed you like an iced cake – layers upon layers of silk, lace, underskirt, petticoats, gloves, ornaments, brocade, outer layers, inner layers, not to mention the hoops used to prop up the voluminous skirts.

Just as you shed one of your outer layers, exposing your bare skin to the chill night air, a low whistle sounds behind you. Without looking, you decide to run, going further and further into the maze, not caring if you get lost now. But just as you see you've hit a dead end, you turn around, but Vyn is there, blocking the entrance.

Vyn stands in front of you, slowly approaching and twirling a decorative blade between his fingers. Even though you know he would never hurt you, there is a tantalising whisper of fear running up your spine, which is deliciously arousing.

'I found you,' he sing songs softly. In the moonlight, his eyes glint as he gets closer, the most delicious shade of honey gold. You love seeing him like this, like a cat who has gotten the cream, a mischievous boy reliving the childhood he never really got to have.

You consider making a dash for it, but he closes the distance and grips your wrists over your head tightly, breath skimming against your ear and neck as he whispers, 'Don't even try... I've hunted down my prey and I intend on enjoying every single moment...'

He turns you around and secures your wrists to a branch with his abandoned bowtie, manoeuvring expertly around your hooped skirts to run his hands up your bodice and corset, slicing open the corset ribbons and stripping your layers back. Standing there, unable to move, you feel especially vulnerable, feeling the cool metal of the blade just barely grazing your skin. Under his careful unwrapping, you are soon completely naked, bared to the moonlight.

'What a marvellous birthday present,' he whispers against your skin, pressing soft kisses throughout your back. 'Thank you.'

You can hear other people have entered the maze, laughing drunkenly from some distance away. Vyn sees you notice them, and chuckles in a low voice. 'You didn't manage to find the heart of the maze so you're all mine. If I choose to let anyone else watch me fuck you, then you can't do anything about it.'

'Pretty words,' you retort, squirming at the feeling of his gloved hands running over your body, squeezing at your tits, ghosting over your thighs, flicking at your clit. 'I bet if anyone actually dared to come over, you would have their head cut off or something.'

He growls at the thought and bites down hard on your neck, definitely leaving a bruise there. 'You're not wrong.'

Vyn pulls away and you whine at the lack of contact, turning around to see what he's up to, but without any warning, he lines his throbbing cock up with your entrance and thrusts up into you, making you cry out in surprise.

The pace he's taking is breathless, cock sliding out fully before slamming into you, setting a desperate pace like he's trying to punish you, forcing small cries from your throat. You are pressed up tightly against the hedge, pain mingling with pleasure, twigs and branches scratching at your delicate skin, feeling like a thousand hands clawing at you, which somehow is a huge turn on.

'That's it,' Vyn purrs. 'Make those beautiful noises for me, darling. I want everyone to hear you.'

You try to bite your tongue just to defy him, but then he grabs your breasts in each hand, forcing you against him and bending your back impossibly as he fucks you fast and hard. Your nipples are in his clever fingers, and he is playing with them in the way that makes you want to scream, because it feels too good, and you are terribly overstimulated from everything. You squirm relentlessly on his cock and you hear him pant shallowly, quietly whispering about how wonderful you are over and over again under his breath, hips thrusting into you endlessly.

You're not content with letting him have his way completely, so you turn your head around to look at his face, which is dark with desire, completely focused on every single sensation as if he's a beast and you're his prey.

'Is that all you've got?' You challenge him.

Upon hearing that, he growls and stops to untie your hands, looking to punish you even further, but the moment you are free you tackle him onto the ground, knocking all the air out of his lungs and mounting him. His face is surprised, but he doesn't resist, and this time it's your turn to pin his arms above his head with his own bowtie as he watches you hungrily, not resisting although you know he could easily break free of your sloppy knots, wanting to see what you do next. It's a strange sight – you are completely nude, having been stripped so thoroughly by Vyn earlier, but he is almost fully clothed. It almost makes you feel like a wild woman who has hunted down her prey and is ready to enjoy the spoils.

You slide down onto his cock, relishing the feeling of fucking outdoors – being fucked from behind always feels so animalistic, but being on top tonight drives you wild, and you lift yourself off his cock and plunge back down, watching Vyn bite his lip and watch you move up and down, your breasts bouncing with every thrust, your thighs burning with exertion. 'Nghh-' you moan, feeling him hit a particularly sensitive spot inside you. 'I love watching you like this,' you tease him breathlessly. 'Helpless beneath me, completely at my mercy...' You grind your hips in a circular motion, drawing your lovemaking out.

There are more voices approaching, they seem to be getting closer, but you're quite sure that they aren't about to find you anytime soon. Cries of pleasure ring out from other corners of the maze, other lovers having found secret spots to release their desires. You see Vyn's eyes glint as you tease him, a smile on the corner of his lips, rising to the challenge. He shifts his feet upwards, thighs grazing your buttocks, and you are just about to ask him what kind of tricks he's trying when his hips thrust upwards, sending you bouncing upwards, and seeing stars from how deeply his cock is buried inside you.

'I can hardly let my prey get away with everything,' Vyn bites down, cock ramming into you, leaving you breathless and begging him to slow down.

'Ah - Vyn - Ah - ah - mmmh!' You cry out, as he drives faster and faster, not letting you gather yourself for a single moment, thrusting so hard that you lose your balance and are pressed against him, hands scrabbling for purchase in the soil as he just uses you mercilessly, chasing his own release while pushing you closer and closer off the edge. 'Ready to scream for our audience?' He chuckles in a low voice. A pair of voices comes so close that you swear they are about to turn the corner, and the thought of getting caught is so deliciously tantalising that Vyn just has to thrust a few more times before you come undone around his cock, trying to stifle your cries in his neck, clenching and throbbing so hard that you see flashes at the side of your vision.

Vyn speeds up for his last few thrusts, and he whispers how good you are, how amazing your cunt feels around his cock, about how much he loves you, and surely you have another one in there for him, he wants to feel you come again. He has freed his own hands and one now snakes down to your clit, the other tearing your hand away from your mouth - 'Don't you dare hold back, I want everyone to hear that you're mine.' He rubs your clit as his cock grows and throbs inside your cunt and that pushes you over the edge again, crying out in earnest this time - 'Fuck yes, Vyn - oh!' and Vyn cums with a guttural groan, growling deeply and squeezing his eyes in pleasure.

The voices trail off, giggling to themselves. There is no way that they didn't hear their lovemaking, but also the hedges are so thick that they couldn't possibly have seen who it was. You collapse onto Vyn, and he embraces you in his arms, both of you panting heavily. He gives you his jacket, and drags over the remains of your dress to keep you warm. 'It would be a shame if you caught a cold,' he says. 'I would feel rather responsible.' You giggle against his chest, buried in layers of silk and tulle. You both look up at the sky, watching the stars and feeling so lucky to be in love.

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[cursedcola]

Prompt: Asking them 'would you love me if I was a worm?' in the middle of the night. Fandom/Characters: Tears of Themis ; Luke Pearce, Artem Wing, Vyn Ritcher, and Marius Von Hagen A/N: Artem has no nickname because Celestine saw your phone at the office and decided to tease him about it. He got embarrassed and asked you to fix it. Now he's just Artem as punishment. Definetly not because I forgot to put one in for him. A/N2.0: I have always wanted to make one of these. It was fun lol

Artem Wing

Vyn Ritcher

Luke Pearce

Marius Von Hagen

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[tabibitto]

His Rose - Vyn Ritcher

m.list

CW: fluff, comfort, mentions of arranged marriages, smut, slight spoilers for SSR: Ashy Indulgence

Summary: After your wedding night, Vyn made love to you. He stares at your sleeping form during golden hours, pondering how a lonely young man like himself has come so far. To open up and lay out the deepest parts of himself to you, and whether he wants to admit it or not. He is wrapped around your pretty finger~

In Stellis, the prospect of marriage is a happy one. The idea of spending the rest of your life with someone you love, someone of your choosing

In Svart, most of everyone agrees that betrothal is simply a secure and honey-coated political purvey

A nobleman to marry a noble lady, and produce little princess and princesses, to secure one's claim to whatever inheritance you've got.

That certain powerful families have learned to love each other was both convenient and miraculous. Only after marriage did many couples learn to tolerate each other Put up a pretty front in their dollhouse so any stranger that may enter may see the plastic beauty and hidden disdain.

Being wed, was a term used on Vyn multiple times, and when he reached a certain age in his teenage years his father stopped bothering to bring it up. Just as Vilhelm stopped believing he would ever marry for love.

Until a pretty rose came along. Her petals dancing around his feet. teasingly, yet sincere.

Her sweet smile and innocent green eyes. Full of determination and gentle kindness in all aspects of life. It was nothing he had ever seen, neither as a young duke nor a Psychiatrist, who's job was to seek the lies in people's truths.

There was none of that in his love, no lie that was not usually his fault. No test she had not passed. If it was anyone who could be deceiving it would be him. His flower was too precious to do such a thing.

After months, even almost two years, of friendship and love. Full of sunlight and rain alike, did Vyn come to the realization, upon sitting across the mother he had not seen in a decade how truly smitten he was for you.

He confirmed it again as he spread you below him. Carefully peeling off layer by layer of Charmeuse and Chiffon from your body, being gentle to caress your bare and hot skin

Vyn decorated your soft body with his kisses and greedy bites. Originally teasing, he ended up becoming your pleasure dom.

His focus was not on himself nor his release, but as each moment passed, so did his desire to make you happy increased.

Vyn laid you down on the plush pillows of his bed, swiftly pulling one under the small of your back, closer to your hips to ensure you were comfortable. He made no move unless you said yes

Did not continue until he heard your praises and timid moans.

He held your hand and lightly rubbed the wedding ring on your finger as he pushed in, quivering as the pleasure swallowed him whole, and demanded more friction.

Vyn's gentle and slow thrusts turned passionate and harder. Only at your request did he begin to pound into you at his heart's content, no longer holding back.

Smoothly shifting his pace to your cute little noises. Though he, in question was in control. He was completely and utterly at your mercy. To fuck and love you as you wanted.

Eventually you caught on, and even then you insisted on pleasuring him too, whether it be jacking him off as you kisses away his insecurities or took him in your warm little throat, you took care of his wants and needs as if they were your own.

And when it came to you, he did everything until your trembled in pleasure, pulled on his hair to bring his lips closer to your puffy clit, arched your back and desperately rolled your hips for more of his cock.

The night grew darker, and so did the exhaustion in your sweaty bodies. Eventually his needy movements were slower, until he came inside you, loudly and slowly.

Vyn laid beside you that night, gently yet firmly cuddling your naked form against his, holding you so close and protectively as if you would be stolen away if gazed upon by outside entities.

That Morning, when the sun was at its peak golden color, he too gazed upon your body, and it took a lot out of him to get out of bed to make breakfast, coffee and prepare a bath for his ladywife.

Vyn smiled like an idiot as he went about doing his buisness, and even more so as he sat at your tucked in feet, leaning forwards with a tray of food and warm coffee with a tiny little cake slice of your preferred flavor.

Vyn careful shook you awake, and with a yawn and tired eyes you gazed upon his own. Smiling, he took your jaw in his fingers and kissed your cheek sweetly, the scent of sweet coffee and dessert lingering in the morning air.

"Good Morning, My Rose~"

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[cricketwrites]

Kiss Prompt 31: with Marius Von Hagen

Prompt 31: Pulling away from a kiss, whispering words of love against each other’s lips.

A few months into your relationship, Marius asked for you two to live together. It had been discussed a bit, moreso an agreement that, eventually, you two would move in together. But neither of you had a time frame in mind. It wasn’t entirely surprising that he would ask eventually, so you had naturally agreed. You two regularly stayed the night at each other’s apartments, so it wasn’t that huge of a change.

Once everything was settled and a time and date were agreed upon, it had finally set in. You were moving in with your boyfriend. You wouldn’t have separate lives anymore. It was terrifying, but equally exciting! You couldn’t wait.

Actually living together was, surprisingly, easy. You two had similar schedules for the most part, waking up at early hours, being out most of the day, and spending time together after work. You had known he was clingy, but after moving in together, he got even more clingy. It was honestly adorable to you. He often came home whining about how his day had been lonely without you, and all but leaning his entire weight on you, leaning as far as he needed to rest his head on your shoulder.

Which is how you got into the position you are now. Marius, essentially laying on you, resting his head on your chest with his arm around your waist, and you running your fingers through his hair. The sheets were soft and smelled of a light detergent, Marius’s hair was soft and smelled of whatever shampoo he uses. It was unfairly comfortable.

 Marius squeezed you, before leaning up and placing a light kiss on your lips, stunning you. He pulled away, whispering words of love that only the two of you could hear. You loved this man so much. He was like the sun, bright, shining, warm, and often far too warm for comfort, but you love it all the same.

Moving in together was probably the best idea you both had.

MMMMMMMMMM GOOD PROMPT This isn’t even a request I just really felt like writing for Tears of Themis because I’m a simp

I hope you guys liked this! I felt like writing some cute Tears of Themis stuff, and I am biased towards Marius <3 I hope you all enjoy! Ask Box: Open! ~Cricket <3

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[c-aspiel]

MIDNIGHTS

Tears of Themis

Midnight rain

Snow on the beach

Maroon

Lavender haze

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[reoona]

locked out of heaven | tears of themis artem x reader

pairing: artem x f! reader (reader is rosa and is living together with artem)

read luke's (more pairings soon!)

synopsis: it's 2 a.m., he just came home from a long day (and night, considering it's the next day now) ready to hit the hay, but you're already sleeping beyond waking.

After a day-long of NXX investigations consisting of running around Stellis and some surrounding places, Artem didn't have the heart to let (y/n) continue working that day. After they finished arranging and discussing their findings, Artem told her to go home first.

"You must be tired. Go home first. I'm going to take care of a few documents first."

"It's okay, Mr. Wing. I also have some documents to—"

One glare from senior attorney Artem Wing and (y/n) just nodded in compliance. Or should be said, boyfriend Artem Wing; that title emphasized the affection implied in his instruction and it was imperative to be followed.

"Oh, Artem?" (y/n) head popped again at Artem's office door after she left to gather her belongings. "Can I have the keys?"

Only around five hours later, in the 2 a.m. stillness of the corridor outside his penthouse, that conversation hit him like a truck.

That's why I didn't have the keys with me, he thought to himself. We usually go home together and I'll open the door...

Artem couldn't help but to chuckle. So this was what Celestine meant by 'not living the bachelor's life' anymore. Now you have another person's businesses directly affecting your life and yours affecting hers, down to the small thing like entering your own house. Well, not really yours anymore...more like ours?

Artem shuddered. Wow, wasn't that so affectionate for being thought by him. Guess being close with (y/n) indeed had been affecting him. Not that he didn't like it though. It was nice to be able express something that once so unfamiliar with him.

Between all the thoughts, he reached for his phone. His thumb hovered over her number. Should he call her to open the door? But that meant he would be disturbing her sleep. Maybe he could go back to the law firm and pull an all-nighter, or he could just sleep there; he has slept in his office a few times when handling though cases, usually on his chair, or his sofa could also do. Or maybe—

His phone vibrated. (Y/n).

"Hello?"

"Hi Artem. You're not coming home yet?"

"I...I am home."

"What?"

"I'm outside. I don't have the keys,so—"

Hurried footsteps are heard from inside the penthouse. Then he heard rattling keys, and the door opened. (Y/n) was standing behind the door, still in her office attire.

"Artem, I'm sorry!" She spoke in hoarse voice while letting Artem inside. "I only remembered that you don't have the keys when I was already home. I waited for you to come home so I can open the door for you, but I fell asleep for hours!"

Artem looked at her. "You waited for me?"

She nodded. "I thought letting the door be unlocked is kind of unsafe, so I hanged in the living room, so I can hear you when you arrive, but...yeah, I'm so sorry!"

Her life affecting his and his affecting hers. And because her life is important for him, his life is important for her. If not, she would not have waited for him like this.

Artem smiled softly as warmth crept to his cheek. "You don't need to be sorry. It's not anyone's fault, really."

Dumbfounded by his smile, (y/n) found her right cheek stroked by his hand. Another hand wrapped her waist into his embrace. His chin resting on her neck.

"Instead, I should thank you for waiting for me. I really appreciate it."

Artem's hug tightened. (Y/n) wrapped his shoulders in return.

"You're very welcome."

A simple contentment, but so precious to be experienced.

Oh, how happy I am to have you as my home.

a/n

I actually don't remember whether Artem's penthouse uses the traditional key and keyhole or something like fingerprint/PIN. If it's the latter, this whole fic is busted lol. Let us just pretend for the sake of fluffy domestic love story about senior attorney Artem Wing.

I also find that being consistent with the prompt is so hard. Rosa should be sleeping through the whole ordeal of her boyfriend being unable to enter the house, yet here she is doing the total opposite.

I hope you still enjoy the fic though. Thank you for reading this!

Also thank you for the notes I receive for Luke's version. Thank you for the follows too! I hope I can continue writing fiction for you and I to enjoy :D

Don't forget to drink your water!

much love, reona

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[loveydovey-leviathan]

> reposted from my personal blog: @mee-op

rosa's type

.

has thought about settling down and having a family one day but she's always been more focused on her career

also, it's not really a necessity for her. she'd be perfectly happy without a partner(s) or kids.

figured out she's bisexual with a preference for men (she had an on-and-off thing during uni with this one girl. she still thinks about her from time to time)

she's thought about what she would want her partner to look like/what she'd be attracted to, but she can be pretty clueless about that kind of stuff

the only thing she can say she likes in someone when it comes to looks is their hands

likes long, slender fingers and soft palms

maybe someone taller than her and a bit on the muscular side

but honestly, other than that she can't really think of anything

their traits are much more important to her

she can't picture herself being with someone who's lazy or stupid

needs someone who can keep up with her

would like someone who can teach her things she didn't know or someone who's willing to learn with her

never been the type to feel degraded or worse about herself because she doesn't know how to do something

> she understands she can't be good at everything, and the important thing to her is that she's willing to try

really needs someone who's on the same wavelength as her

> hardworking, wanting to better themselves, etc.

but she also wants someone who can take care of her (and in turn, she'll do the same)

she recognizes she's a workaholic, and while she's trying to better herself in that area— she needs someone who can tell her she needs to take a break when she can't see it for herself

can't be with someone who just lets her do what she wants when it's not good for her

#tot #tears of themis #tot rosa #rosa tot #tears of themis rosa #rosa tears of themis #tot mc #mc tot #tears of themis mc #mc tears of themis #tot fanfic #tot x reader #rosa x reader #tot imagines #tot hcs #tears of themis fanfic #tears of themis x reader #tears of themis imagines #tears of themis hcs

[crispin-kreme]

tot boys as the big 4 univs here in the philippines

note: OK- random thought and i need to write this out so filo post coming up ahead (i start school like in two weeks idk but im moving out so ehe) just my thoughts on where the tears of themis boys would end up in the big 4 schools ehe lets gaur

luke pearce ; university of the philippines (up/unibersidad ng pilipinas)

- for someone as smart as him, he deserves a spot in up

- iskolar ng bayan 😍

- probs graduated with latin honors or what

- whatever he's smart as fuck so he deserves staying in up

- katips or pop up dude ! i think he isnt wild naman sa mga bars near the uni but i think he would visit it just for fun

- unibersidad ng pilipinas ❤️

artem wing - ateneo (admu/ateneo de manila university)

- he probably took his pre law sa la salle or sum shit

- but im pretty sure he'd still stay in ateneo

- like he probably went to san beda for law school

- ateneo is pretty well known for law too ig ig so he PROBABLY did stay in ateneo

- admu one big fight 🦅💙

vyn ritcher- university of santo tomas (ust)

- BROS A DOCTOR WHAT DID U EXPECT

- sya siguro hinahanap ko pag nagpunta ako main bldg 🤗

- he's a faculty of medicine and surgery bitch

- probably took up a faculty of science course as his pre med (duh)

- not the type of dude who would go to katips/pop up

- di ghoster toh siguro

- go uste! 🐯

marius von hagen- de la salle university (dlsu) or benilde (art school in la salle)

- BGC BOY AYO PARE

- took up a business course fr! probably is part of the school of economics

- BUT most likely he went to benilde too i guess

- wears uniqlo every day cguro omg

- sya yung nakikipag away siguro sa katips tas aawatin ni luke

- animo la salle! 🏹💚

#tears of themis #tears of themis imagines #tears of themis scenarios #tears of themis shitposting #tears of themis memes #tot imagines #tot scenarios #tot memes #luke pearce #artem wing #vyn ritcher #marius von hagen

[lilisgardensblog]

DR VYN RICHTER WHAT IS THIS BEHAVIOR?!

current status: going feral over this OHMYGO-

#tears of themis vyn #tears of themis #vyn richter #tot vyn #tot imagines

[themisimagines]

prompt generator: person a and person b sharing a bath content: smut under the cut! - self loving, bathtub shenanigans characters: artem, fem!reader

Thank god it's the weekend. You leave the office at 7, a feat given all that's gone on this week, and pop your head into Celestine's office to say goodbye, thinking you might swing by Artem's office to try and convince him to leave work with you. Unfortunately, he's in Celestine's office already when you look in, and they seem to be in deep conversation.

"Have a good weekend," Celestine chimes. Artem raises his hand in parting. You look wistfully at him, but decide to head home first.

Artem texts you on your way out.

<Wait for me to have dinner. Shouldn't be too much longer, I'll pick up ingredients on the way back.>

Your heart warms. He probably knew that you were looking forward to your first free weekend in weeks, having barely had the time to spend with each other beyond curling up together, exhausted, in bed each night, and blearily getting ready for work in the mornings.

Another text. <Don't eat too many snacks.> Ugh, this man knows you too well.

When you finally reach the home you share with Artem, you can almost literally feel the ache in your neck and shoulders from hunching over documents and screens, so you decide to run a hot bath. It's almost criminal that neither of you spend much time in this bath, with it's beautiful city views and skyline. But to be fair, you both only moved in together three months ago, and that was round about the time work started to pick up again. You even take out a precious bubble bath solution you've been saving for a special occasion, the scent of lavender and hibiscus foaming up underneath the running water.

As the bath runs, you pop in a record on the vintage player Artem picked up from his parents recently, and both of you have been enjoying going to markets searching for records, your recent favourites being jazz ballads, the crackle and pop of these old records invoking a different time entirely. The music drifts into the bathroom as you turn off the taps, stripping down and stepping gingerly into the bath, fragrant steam wafting into your face.

Oh, this is nice. You fiddle a bit with the water temperature before it's finally perfect, and then you sink in, closing your eyes blissfully.

<Tell me why we don't take baths on a daily basis again? Are you home soon, by the way?> You grab your phone and send to Artem, snapping a picture of your legs, just obscured by the bubbles.

The feel of the water caressing your body and against your tired muscles is soothingly erotic, and you feel a familiar jolt of arousal flowing down your body. Your hands run up and down your soft inner thighs, the arc of your collarbones, luxuriating in the sensation.

Ding! Artem has messaged you back. <Almost home.>

Then, a follow up: <It's not good for our water bill or the environment to take so many baths, but I agree with you that ours is underused.> You laugh. Ever the practical boyfriend.

Still, if he's still on the way, that leaves you free to take care of... some business. Your hands plunge back into the water, stroking your thighs, your breasts, slowly teasing at your nipples to send delicious shivers up your spine. All the while, the water swirls around you, making you even more excited. One hand drifts further downwards, settling onto your clit, and you draw slow, lazy circles around it, letting a slow pressure build up in your core.

The music swells, and you let yourself enjoy each and every sensation, a small moan escaping your mouth and echoing around the bathroom, your back arching slightly as you chase the peak of your pleasure. One of your fingers is just tracing your opening, ready to slip in, when a knock sounds on the bathroom door, and Artem peeks in.

Startled, you sit bolt upright, almost getting a mouthful full of suds.

"Sorry," Artem apologises for startling you. "Just wanted to let you know I'm home, and I'll be making dinner downstairs. Come down when you're ready.

From the crack through the door, you see that his tie has been loosened slightly, hair slightly rumpled from the day. Even though he's interrupted your moment, you can't help but appreciate how much of a goddamn gentleman he is, barely allowing himself a glimpse of you in the bath. Artem is about to close the door when you call for him to wait.

"Come and join me in the bath," you ask. "We did get one that was big enough for two, after all."

The door freezes, and even though you can't see Artem anymore, you can sense he is debating furiously with himself on the other side of the door.

"Please?" you wheedle. "The water is still nice and warm."

When the door next opens, it does so uncertainly, and Artem blushes upon seeing your clothes tossed haphazardly around the bathroom, the bubbles leaving very little to the imagination. It's hardly as if you both haven't seen each other naked before, but you always sense that Artem is holding himself back, too aware of trying to perform the part of gentleman for you, being overly considerate of your needs. Always too afraid to let his eyes linger for too long, or his hands to rest too inappropriately (except in the heat of the moment), afraid that you might think him crude or impolite.

You take charge of the situation. "Clothes off, Mr. Wing. Now."

His hands hesitate at his shirt-buttons, but then he steels his spine and strips off his clothing efficiently, letting you admire the hard planes and lines of his body, so often hidden away behind suits, which, while flatteringly cut, look much better off him. Belt and trousers join the pile on the floor, and you can sense that Artem is itching to refold his clothes nicely instead of leaving them there, so you launch a distraction tactic, rising in the bath so that the tops of your breasts are just visible, watching his eyes drawn to them as the blush in his cheekbones grows higher and higher.

"Should I just - get in?" He stutters. It's so cute to see him embarrassed. He clears his throat, and although he shifts from side to side, you can see his cock twitch slightly, already half-hardening before he's even in the bath. You slide your knees up to make space, and he climbs in, careful not to let the water splash out, although it's dangerously close to doing so, with an extra person in the tub.

It's almost comical to see him curl up so tightly into himself, trying to avoid touching you. Arms hugging his knees as he watches you intently. You stretch your legs out so they just barely graze the sides of your legs.

"Are you really comfortable like that?" You tease, leaning forward and putting your face closer to his. He continues to stare.

"Come on, stretch out." You try to get him to loosen up. "The point of a bath is to relax, after all. No point in getting even more tense, right?"

"You... hm." He conceeds, stretching his limbs out tentatively, but it's an awkward tangle of limbs with you both sitting opposite each other. Then, you have an idea.

"Artem, what if we sat facing the same direction? I could just nestle myself between your legs. That would solve our space issue, and we'd be more comfortable."

He thinks about it. "I don't dislike the idea."

You stand up to spin around, your body covered in suds, and Artem politely averts his eyes a little, face still red, although you're not sure if it's from the steam or embarrassment at this point. You settle down between his legs, gently pressing up against his chest, and give a sigh of contentment. Artem is the best pillow anyone could ask for. As you purr and squirm to find a comfortable position, you feel a distinct hardness growing against your back and stifle a laugh to yourself. Artem's hands settle awkwardly around the curve of your waist, as if he's holding himself back from letting them wander.

"Comfortable?" you tease.

"Hn." He agrees. His cock has grown to full length now, and you can't help but rub yourself against it, feeling him stiffen. You turn your face slightly behind to look at him, and he doesn't dare to meet your eyes.

"You have soap on your face." He says in a matter of fact tone, reaching a hand out to wipe off soap bubbles on your nose very seriously. You giggle in response, then close the gap to kiss him, gently at first, then deepening it, still rubbing yourself slowly against his cock. You slide one of his hands up your body, encouraging him to grab onto your breast, and faced with so much stimulation, Artem loses control and lets out a small moan into your mouth.

That tiny noise is a sudden breaking of the floodgates, and you can almost hear him think, fuck it, as his hands surge up to hold your body closer to his, hips thrusting upwards greedily between the curves of your ass. Panting, you both break apart the kiss, and Artem dives for your neck, licking and sucking the soft skin until you are sure he will leave a bruise. Rolling your nipples between his clever fingers until he draws out a desperate cry from you, the other hand teasing your clit, your entrance, just barely slipping a finger in. You are writhing and completely at his mercy, reaching behind you to stroke his cock.

"Bed?" Artem asks, voice rough with desire. But you can't be bothered with all that now - getting out of the bath, drying yourself, all that nonsense. You want him now.

"I have a better idea," you reply, then turn around so that you are facing him again, sitting on top of him, nestling his cock between your thighs. He makes an attempt to continue with the foreplay, but you stop him.

"I need you, now." you beg him, and like the gentleman he is, he lets you climb on top of him, lining his cock up with your entrance, sliding into your slick warmth. You both cry out at the sensation, taking a few moments to stretch out and get used to the feeling. Then you slide up and down his cock, panting and not caring that the bathwater is sloshing onto the tiles below, probably getting all your clothes wet.

Artem throws his head back, until you can see the line of his throat, his eyes closed in pleasure. His hands are unceasing, moving to play with your breasts, guiding your waist as you plunge again and again on his cock.

An angle hits particularly well for both of you, and Artem opens his eyes, a wild abandon in them. He seizes your hips and thrusts his hips upwards, creating great swells in the water, but hitting that spot again and again until you feel like you are about to explode, begging him not to stop.

"I'm going to cum –!" you cry. "Please don't stop, oh, don't stop Artem!"

His hips drive into you faster and faster until you hit your orgasm, clenching around him. The tightness drives him over the edge, and with a last few thrusts, he follows suit, cock pulsing inside you as he fills you with his cum.

You collapse against his chest, breathing heavily, both locked in an embrace. Artem doesn't let you rest for too long, as he taps your shoulder.

"We'd better get out, or you'll catch a cold."

"Can't you let a girl bask in post-orgasm glory for a few minutes at least?" You complain, although you know he's right - the bathwater has gone cold during the time that you both were otherwise engaged. You peer out at the floor, where half the water seems to have tipped out onto. Artem catches what you're looking at and grabs your shoulders.

"On second thought, wait. Let me grab some towels for the floor, I don't want you to slip." He steps out of the bath and you watch him leave, sighing happily at what a thoughtful boyfriend you have.

#tears of themis #tears of themis smut #artem wing #artem wing smut #tot smut #artem wing x reader #artem smut #artem x reader #tears of themis imagines #tot imagines #how tf did this end up as almost 2k words of smut??

[mee-op]

rosa's type

.

has thought about settling down and having a family one day but she's always been more focused on her career

also, it's not really a necessity for her. she'd be perfectly happy without a partner(s) or kids.

figured out she's bisexual with a preference for men (she had an on-and-off thing during uni with this one girl. she still thinks about her from time to time)

she's thought about what she would want her partner to look like/what she'd be attracted to, but she can be pretty clueless about that kind of stuff

the only thing she can say she likes in someone when it comes to looks is their hands

likes long, slender fingers and soft palms

maybe someone taller than her and a bit on the muscular side

but honestly, other than that she can't really think of anything

their traits are much more important to her

she can't picture herself being with someone who's lazy or stupid

needs someone who can keep up with her

would like someone who can teach her things she didn't know or someone who's willing to learn with her

never been the type to feel degraded or worse about herself because she doesn't know how to do something

> she understands she can't be good at everything, and the important thing to her is that she's willing to try

really needs someone who's on the same wavelength as her

> hardworking, wanting to better themselves, etc.

but she also wants someone who can take care of her (and in turn, she'll do the same)

she recognizes she's a workaholic, and while she's trying to better herself in that area— she needs someone who can tell her she needs to take a break when she can't see it for herself

can't be with someone who just lets her do what she wants when it's not good for her

she deserves the world i'm in love with her muah

#tot #tears of themis #tot rosa #rosa tot #tears of themis rosa #rosa tears of themis #tot mc #mc tot #tears of themis mc #mc tears of themis #tot fanfic #tot x reader #rosa x reader #tot imagines #tot hcs #tears of themis fanfic #tears of themis x reader #tears of themis imagines #tears of themis hcs

[foreficfandom]

Get Their Makeup Look! Ft. The Boys of Tears Of Themis

Artem Wing (左然 - Zuǒ Rán)

Virtue's Frizz Block Humidity Proof Smoothing Spray

Laura Mercier's Tinted Moisturizer Oil Free Natural Skin Perfector SPF 20 in "2W1 Natural (light with warm undertones)"

Farmacy's Honey Butter Beeswax Lip Balm

HERMÈS' Terre d'Hermès Eau Givrée Eau de Parfum

Vyn Richter (莫弈 - Mò Yì)

BondiBoost's Hair Thickening Therapy Styling Spray

La Mer's The Powder

Armani Beauty's Acqua di Gio Eau de Parfum

Givenchy's Rose Perfecto Lip Balm 24H Hydration in "002 Vital Glow (transparent coral)"

Marius Von Hagen (陸景和 - Lù Jǐnghé)

Urban Decay's 24/7 Glide-On Waterproof Eyeliner Pencil in "Zero (black)"

Dior's Dreamskin Fresh & Perfect Cushion Broad Spectrum SPF 50 in "020 Light Beige (light: neutral undertone)

Ralph Lauren's Ralph's Club Parfum

NARS' Afterglow Lip Balm in "Torrid (sheer warm coral)"

Luke Pearce (夏彦 - Xià Yàn)

Lancôme's Teint Idole Ultra Wear All Over Full Coverage Concealer in "320 Bisque Warm (medium skin, warm undertone)"

Drunk Elephant's Lippe Balm

LANEIGE's Water Bank Blue Hyaluronic Cream Moisturizer

Caudalie's Vinofresh Natural Aluminum-Free Deodorant

Why these choices? Well, let me tell you!

Like many professional men in Asia, Artem wears a touch of makeup par his typical work outfit, especially if you're the face of the company. Which Artem definitely is, he appears on media every time he finishes a case. A touch of powder for the flash cameras, a dab of hairspray to smooth out his hair. During the boomer era, it was considered fruity to even wear cologne to work, but times are different now. He almost never branches out from his favorites. He doesn't even shop in the boutiques anymore, he just replaces his stock using online shipping.

Virtue's Frizz Smoothing Spray is odorless, and helpfully lightweight for its medium-thick hair focused formula. Artem has a modestly thick mop on his head, and without just a bit of product, it'll lie annoyingly flat and frizzy, especially if its humid. He sprays it at the roots to give it lift.

He gets Laura Mercier's Tinted Moisturizer in shade "2W1 Natural", which is for light skintones with warm undertones. It's a light-to-medium formula, perfect for covering up eyebags and smoothing out the face, but light enough to avoid looking like a patch of rubber. Oil-free means it's not gonna add extra shine to his Asian complexion, and he knows that SPF protection is vital for healthy skin. Most of his workday is spent in front of blue-screen monitors, so liquid products are best for avoiding a weird unnatural glare reflecting off your face.

Farmacy's Lip Balm is a forever staple in his pocket. He drinks so much coffee and not water, his lips are forever cracked and patchy. Without a good lip balm, he'd be peeling all over his chin and that's not proper for Stellis' youngest senior attorney. One swipe of this can last hours. It's flavorless and has only the mildest scent, so there's not a sticky smell right under his nose all day.

HERMÈS' Terre d'Hermès Eau Givrée is on the subtle side of perfumes. It's piney and citrusy, reminicent of a sophisticated summer breeze. Most people describe it as an 'older gentleman's perfume', 'cause its decidedly not sugary or spicy or fun. But it's professional, and suits Artem's reserved personality.

Vyn didn't start wearing makeup daily until he moved to Stellis, but he had prior experience with wearing cosmetics for the public eye. When he saw that a) professional men of Asia like to wear makeup on the reg, and b) he looks good with the proper products, he made that effort to build up a boudoir of luxury beauty products. Unlike Artem, Vyn knows he looks especially beautiful and he likes to primp it juuuust a tad. Shopping for the proper products can be a struggle for white guy Vyn, because the more luxurious you go, the less inclusive they'll be. He's got a cool-toned complexion, fine hair, and dry skin, which is the opposite of Asia's target audience.

Vyn couldn't find proper designer hair products for his hair type, so he went down the line a bit to get BondiBoost's Hair Thickening Styling Spray, which is a more modestly priced brand and that secretly hurts Vyn's bougie soul. But he can't deny it works wonders on his very fine, very delicate hair. It's a texturing spray that clings to the roots to provide lift and volume. He also likes how its unscented, because he thinks most scented hair products smell like ass.

Speaking of bougie, La Mer's The Powder comes in a teeny pot and costs more than a week's worth of groceries. They market it as appropriate for everyone, but it's obvious that it's formulated best for people like Vyn; it has a radient finish to help combat dull dryness, it's not completely translucent and has the slightest pale cast, and smooths out the fine lines that drier skin gets. But its hefty price comes with quality for sure, and it does its job amazingly well.

Armani Beauty's Acqua di Gio isn't the only perfume he owns, but it's one of his favorites for work. It's long lasting and appropriately strong, but doesn't give off any one particular ingredient. It's best described as just "fresh", or "aquatic". Working with mentally ill patients means that he can't have any aggravating sensory distractions, so he applies just enough to make sure it's not gonna reach across the distance between a psychologist's chair and a patient's bed.

Givenchy's Rose Perfecto in "002 Vital Glow (transparent coral)" provides both color and hydration. It also contains the tingly plumping agent that swells your lips just a tad, which thin-lip Vyn appreciates. Not as tingly as many lip plumping products, it feels more like a subtle minty freshness than a dentist's numbing gel. He, unlike Artem, enjoys scented lip products and likes the floral smell it gives off, it reminds him of his garden.

Unlike the other three, Marius loves makeup for its artistry, and is not afraid to wear the colorful, or wild, or niche. Which is easier said than done because his PR team gets on his ass if he dares go to class in green eyeshadow or a chrome metallic lipstick. He might like to say that they can't tell him what to wear, but Marius is pious to his family, and doesn't dare destroy his own image in a way that might affect them, too.

He gets the Urban Decay's 24/7 Waterproof Eyeliner Pencil in the more natural "Zero (Black)" than their "Perversion (Matte Blackest Black)", so he can pull off a more convincing 'thick lashline' look rather than full on goth. With some mascara and eyebrow pomade, Marius has popularized a famous 'casual bedroom eyes' moment. This pencil will stay on all day, whether its through the college grind or sweating it in the business conference room, so much it'll takes several swipes of a makeup remover to get it all off.

Dior's Dreamskin Fresh & Perfect Cushion is an infamously expensive liquid foundation, available in four shades. One of which fits Marius' spring/fall complexion. So this is his daily go-to, it's lightweight and evens out his skintone just enough, while providing lots of SPF to upkeep Marius' delicate richboy look for years to come. If he's got blemishes typical of any 20 y/o, this product also meshes well with any additional concealer without separating or curdling. Honestly, wearing something so luxurious is more for the PR than the foundation itself.

Ralph Lauren's Ralph's Club Parfum comes in a sexy opaque matte glass bottle reminicent of a whiskey flask. And its scent matches its ridiculous 'manly' marketing; it's woody and spicy with cardamom, patchouli, and the deep warmth of vetiver wood. It doesn't match Marius' general appearance and personality, that's for sure, but it matches his natural BO. 'Cause young Marius is surprisingly potent smelling, shall we say, and a deeper, spicier perfume goes best with him.

NARS' Afterglow Lip Balm caught Marius' eye just by its name, same with their 'Orgasm' blush palettes. It only gives the slightest bit of color, and it wears off pretty quickly, but that's exactly what Marius needs because colored lips tend to look too childlike on his baby face. So he keeps this in his pocket throughout the day to make sure his lips aren't dull and dry, but not rose pink like a porcelain doll, either.

Luke didn't start wearing most of his current products until MC came back into his life, and one day he looked into the mirror and noticed all those blemishes and acne scars and freaked out just a tiny bit. After googling "beginner makeup for men" for an afternoon, he got his hands on some skincare staples, and a cosmetic or two. Most are only for date nights, he doesn't wear concealer when undercover in the field, or investigating throughout the city. And if he's being honest, he doesn't particularly like having makeup on his face, it feels weird and kinda gross to him.

Lancôme's Full Coverage Concealer is full coverage, and by god will it cover up any bruises, dark shadows, healing cuts, scars, etc. Heck, even interviewing people while investigating goes over better if he's not walking around with a black eye, so this concealer was a great discovery for Luke. It's not just for his face, he applies it anywhere clothing can't cover, like hand-shaped bruises around his neck, or a purpling cut around his forearm.

Luke didn't start balming his lips until he started caring about looking more pretty for MC, so he picked up the boutique brand Drunk Elephant's Lippe Balm which contains all natural ingredients, and has no smell or color. He feels better knowing that the goop he's spreading all over his face doesn't contain any cheap, harsh chemicals, 'cause he may have a biology degree, but he has no idea how [insert chemical here] might affect topical skin. It helps that he doesn't have particularly dry lips, so the natural ingredients of this balm fit him just fine.

LANEIGE's Water Bank Blue Moisturizer is an Asia-orienting brand that focuses on oily/combination skin. This product is very lightweight, great for Luke's sweaty, active lifestyle so there's no clogged pores, and he enjoys its light scent, which is that 'vague luxury smell' which makes him feel like he's injecting a paycheck into his face. Growing up, he didn't even bother washing his face with soap most of the time, so this moisturizer has a lot of catching up to do.

Caudalie's Vinofresh Natural Aluminum-Free Deodorant is by far the only deodorant he's tried (or owns), but he still owns no cologne, so he had to get something better than supermarket Dove for Men if he wants to impress. This stick is a clear gel that won't leave those ugly white stains on his black shirts, and it moisturizes the skin, too, which is great for regulating sweat and oil. It's another all-natural product, which means it's not at superbly powerful as the synthetic ones, but it's healthier for the delicate underarm ecosystem.

#Tears of Themis #vyn richter #Luke Pearce #artem wing #marius von hagen #tot #tot imagines #tot headcanons

[pinkishnail]

Marius von hagen𑁍ࠬ

"Young master marius, its time to go home" the servant call marius politely, but marius only pouted angrily

"I want to keep playing! I dont want to go home" 7 years old marius shouted at the servant and thumped his foot on the ground repeatedly. Of course marius wanna keep playing, this is the first time his father allowed him to go to the playground because marius was jealoused when his friends always go to the playground when he always sit in his room studying

"You cant do that, it will trouble for both of us if we didnt comeback before 7pm"

Marius screaming again, he hold the metal pole hardly so the servant cant force him to leave the playground

The servant sighed slowly then squatted beside marius

"I know you love this playground so much, but this is not the perfect time for you to spend your time here"

"What do you mean?" Asked marius, he still hold the metal pole. The servant smiled

"You need to spend your time with someone you love so much, so you will always remember this great memories"

___

"Marius!" Marius startled after heared someone scream his name. He looked at you that keep swinging on the swing cheerfully

"You need to keep swinging! This is so fun!" you looks so happy like a 5 years old get to play at playground for the first time. Marius smile brightly then he laughed

"You are so cute y/n" said marius slowly, you slowed your swinging then look at him

"What did you just say? I heard you mention my name" ask you, marius smile

"Nothing, i just want to say...thank you for spend your evening with me at this playground"

#marius tot #marius von hagen #tears of themis marius #tot marius #tears of themis prompts #tot prompts #tot imagines #tears of themis imagines #marius von hagen imagines

[c-aspiel]

Snow on the beach

Vyn Richter

Weird but fucking beautiful

..................................

One night a few moons ago

I saw flecks of what could've been lights

But it might just have been you

Passing by unbeknownst to me

That night when we first met each other under the bustling store in stellis.

Passed by me with your gaze as I remained clueless.

Life is emotionally abusive

And time can't stop me quite like you did

We got to know each other after that encounter. Spent time together.

I was tired, but you were there and the time can't compare to what we have.

And it's like snow at the beach

Weird, but fuckin' beautiful

Flying in a dream

Stars by the pocketful

You wanting me tonight, feels impossible

It's not what I was expecting from you, holding my hand as we go past your house feels like a dream.

The bottled feeling of you wanting me tonight feels impossible.

But it's comin' down, no sound, it's all around

Like snow on the beach

But I couldn't care less, the things you made me feel surrounds me.

This scene feels like what I once saw on a screen

I searched 'aurora borealis green'

I've never seen someone lit from within

Blurring out my periphery

Under the gleaming night sky, the aurora borealis shines at us, all I could see was you. A work of art

My smile is like I won a contest

And to hide that would be so dishonest

I can't stop smiling, with you looking at me with such emotions. I would be dishonest with my self if I didn't say I love you more than you can imagine.

I can't speak, afraid to jinx it

I don't even dare to wish it

But your eyes are flying saucers from another planet

Now I'm all for you like Janet

Can this be a real thing, can it?

I'm afraid to let you know about how I feel, afraid that I might jinx it. But your glimmering eyes stare right up at me holding me with love in your arms. Foreheads pressed together as you whispered.

Are we falling like

Snow at the beach

Weird but fucking beautiful

Flying in a dream

Lips pressed against yours, we are a peculiar match but the both of us are beautiful. Just like a dream, but this time you made it real.

Like snow on the beach

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