My version of Selkie Dreamy!!
Due to Dreamy's long-term exposure to Smurf magic, instead of being a full-sized seal, he is no bigger than a pup (perhaps smaller!). I love drawing Dreamy Seal so much.
@butterfrogmantis did a beautiful job with him, I'm sorry it took so long for me to draw and post mine 😅
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Unfortunately, I was a kid who had to attend school during a pandemic.
This means I have had the experience of online school and the terror of going to school in person.
All this combined has convinced me that I do not need to leave the house. I get more done working from home (thank you private school for giving me an incredible work ethic), and I'm an introvert - I dont want to be spending hours interacting with people.
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Scents in Starlight
ive noticed this super helpful list of scents for writers popping up on my feed a lot today and it got me curious about what specific scents I have mentioned so far in my SICSIG descriptions, and whether i was making good use of scent in my scenes to create a sense of atmosphere.
Turns out I have mentioned at least 80 different scents so far, so uhh,, i'd say im doin alright on that front!
Here's a few favs ✨✨✨
The trio's individual scents
Gabriel (Cas's POV)
Golden Boy always smelled like chamomile. Chamomile and licorice and vanilla ice cream with a hint of bourbon. Sweet, but not too sweet. It was a scent so delicately fragrant that every time Cas smelled it, it made him want to punch something. He was pretty sure it wasn’t a cologne or anything — Golden Boy just smelled like that. Not that Cas spent an inordinate amount of time sniffing Adalhard, or anything.
Luca (Cas's POV)
Cas couldn’t say he’d never thought about it. Some days he’d catch a hint of Luca’s scent, the cinnamon-caramel-brandy-laced heat of their skin making him think of baked goods and decadent desserts. It was only natural for some instinctive part of him to perk up and wonder if Luca’s blood would taste as rich and sweet as they smelled.
Cas (Gabriel's POV)
Gabriel was standing in the circle Cas Harlow’s arms, his chest solid and warm against his back. This close, he could smell the vestiges of Cas’s cologne clinging to his skin.
Bright mandarin, woody cedar, the earthy spice of patchouli mixed with notes of leather.
Cassius permanent-thorn-in-his-side Harlow had no business smelling that good!
A few descriptions I like!
The rain had stopped in the time that he’d been gone; the world smelled of wet pavement and gasoline, and the air outside had a thin kind of quality to it. An empty, sucking thing. Grey.
The pause before an intake of breath.
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Flakes of off-white paint speckled their fingers as they climbed, the smells of rust and tractor oil comforting to Cas in an odd kind of way.
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When Gabriel arrived at Luca’s house after a tiresome first day back at school, it was to be met with the homely smells of sugar and vanilla wafting through the air. He breathed it in deep, something nostalgic tugging at his heart.
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The earthy smells of bursting pollen and damp moss lifted underfoot with each step of his heavy boots. A finch took off from the treetops, snapping a twig as it went.
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Cas had smelled of melancholy when he’d arrived at the coven meeting last night. Of the hoppy, frothy tang of cheap beer and spray paint.
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He’d dreamed of them last night. Memories so clear he could all but smell the paint thinner as his sister Michaela rinsed out her paintbrushes at the kitchen sink, her easel set up in the sunny bay window where their grandmother liked to read the mail.
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Notes of bourbon clung in the air, cloying and sweet; then there was the saltier, muskier smell of sweat and leather; older scents of gasoline, concrete, and dust; smoky, electrical heat from the dim hanging lights; the bright florals of Val’s perfume cut through with notes of coffee where she stood next to him; and there, on Luca’s other side, a wild, masculine, mouth-watering scent that could only be Cas.
I'm certain I've missed several, but here's what I've described so far in Starlight!
Green / Natural
Damp earth
Pollen
Moss
Mud
Wet bark
Rain
Smoke
Cedar
Juniper resin
Pine sap
Fruit / Vegetables
Mandarin
(apparently I don't describe the scent of fruit much)
(which is criminal, bc my fav scent in the world is nectarines)
Florals / Herbs / Spices
Orchids
Lilies
Lavender
Patchouli
Cinnamon
Turmeric
Paprika
Saffron
Star anise
Fennel
Parsley
Garlic
Parmesan
Urban / Industrial
Blood (death / copper / iron - its a vampire fic, there are a lot of iterations of this one lol)
Skin
Sweat
Antiseptic
Lemon dishwashing liquid
Cold night air
Smoke
Gasoline
Leather
Diesel fumes
Wet pavement
Warm rubber
Dust
Paint thinner
Hot, old electronics
Concrete
Candle smoke
Bubblegum scented gel markers
Shampoo
Nail polish
Moisturiser
Mist of a freshly-used shower
Floral perfume
Musky cologne
Damp carpet (post-flooding)
Pine-based cleaning products
Plastic
Cotton sheets
Spray paint
Rust
Tractor oil
Cheap beer
Weed
Bong water
Food
Coffee
Freshly-baked brownies
Burnt toast
Vanilla extract
Baking cupcakes
Sugar-scented air
Caramel
Churros
Brandy
Bourbon
Chamomile
Vanilla ice cream
Licorice
Beef stew
Black pepper
Bacon
Pancakes
Sourdough pizza
This list was so fun to put together! And it just makes me want to describe scent even more; its so very evocative in establishing mood and making scenes feel more immersive.
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Good evening Lori, how have you been? I was randomly overcome with the memory of your writing and how much it means to me so I came by to remind you that you're special. Miss you mom 🫶🏼
😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️ every day I am so thankful!
Every day I am filled with such longing for a return and I am flooded with the nostalgia of this place and the beautiful connections I have made with you here and then I am instantly drowned underneath the magnitude of the idea of starting again.
So drowned, in fact, that I immediately shut it down and convince myself that there is no way I can find the time or the words or the headspace to be able to do it again.
Your messages of love and genuine unconditional support like this are the tether keeping me here tied to this dream that maybe one day, maybe some day, maybe. ❤️❤️
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