#Tom Hilde

[lotsoflokilove23]

Spicy (18+){Loki}{RP}

(18+) = Smut, Physical Touch, Gentleness, Fun

This is REALLY long beware.

Y/n walks, staring down at her phone, she walks around the corner of the room and bumps right into Loki without realizing it. 

Loki blinks at you, “Eyes up from your phone when you're walking, darling” he said with a smile. 

Y/n’s jaw slightly dropped and you looked up at him, “Oops” You said, feeling your face start to burn, 

Loki’s smile turned into a small grin, “Now, tell me, what is so interesting on that phone of yours that causes you to run into me, unless you did it on purpose?” he smirked. 

Y/n’s eyes widened and you slightly chuckle, “Well you see-” you said, slightly walking around him, “I was uh- looking, well… technically, um.” you looked down, “Trying to find a photo of you for my lock screen…” Y/n slightly mumbled. 

“Ahhhh, I see, so, have you found the best one yet, or is there just too many on your phone to pick just one?” Loki teased. 

Y/n raised your eyes and frowns, “Yeah, haven’t found any good ones yet.” 

Loki looked offended, “Any good ones? You mean just any photo isn’t good?” He grinned though, “Do I need to pose for you so that you can get a good one?” he asked. 

Y/n laughs and looks up at him, “I suppose you could…” 

“Hmmm,” he hummed, “What kind of pose?” 

“Actually wait, come here.” Y/n said turning your camera on. You pulled him over by the arm and kissed his check, clicking the picture button on your phone at the same time. 

“Mmh,” Loki hummed again, “That one is good, but what about this one?” he hooked his finger and put it under your chin, moving your face to his and then softly kissing your lips. 

Y/n’s eyes widen but you smile, taking another picture, then shoved the phone back into your back pocket, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

Loki smirked, “I’ll take that as meaning that mine was better,” He murmured against the kiss, putting his arms around you so that they were resting on your lower back. 

Y/n grins, “Oh shut it,” you said, running your hands through his hair still kissing him. 

Loki slowly moves forward making Y/n lean against the counter that was in the kitchen, his hands moving to your waist and then to your back. 

Y/n feels the counter behind you and pulls away for a minute to catch your breath, giving you a chance to glance up at him, looking into his eyes. 

Loki’s chest heaved slightly as he looked down at you, raising an eyebrow in silence, asking you what you wanted to do without actually speaking. 

Y/n grinned as you pushed yourself up so that you were sitting up on the counter, you pulled Loki towards you by his shirt and kissed him again, moving his hands so that they were placed at your waist. You needed to feel his touch. 

Loki smiled, kissing you more, he ran his right hand down your waist to your hip, over your thigh, down to your knee and then back up to your waist again. 

You melt into the feeling of his hands moving over you. You wrapped your legs around his torso, pulling him closer to you lightly pulling his silky dark hair. 

Loki’s eyes closed when you pulled on his hair, the air feeling like it got knocked out of his lungs as you wrapped your legs around him. With his hands still over your waist, he pulled you forwards so that you were pressed against him. 

You pulled away from him again, slowly panting, you moved your hands and traced the collar line of his shirt, “I wonder…” you said with a grin on your face. 

Loki smirked, “What are you thinking, love?” he said, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked into your eyes. 

You grin, “I think…” you started running a hand over his shoulders, “I think we should take this to the bedroom.” 

Loki smirked, “Mmmh, good idea,” he said, and ran his hands from your waist down further so that he could support you and pick you up, kissing you again as he did so. 

You smile and wrap your arms around his neck so that you wouldn’t fall even though you knew he wouldn’t drop you, you kiss him back, “Don’t run into anything…” You said with a small laugh. 

Loki smiled, “If I do at least I have a really good reason for it,” he mumbled, giving you a small playful kiss on the nose. He carried you out of the kitchen and down the hall and then he propped you against the wall so he gently kicked the bedroom door open. He kissed you deeply and then carried you into the bedroom. 

You smile, slightly grinning, leaning yourself onto him so you wouldn’t fall, you let out a small chuckle as he kicked the door open and walked in. As he walked in you kicked the door with your foot so it would close and then turned back and deeply kissed him back. 

Loki hummed slightly through the kiss, walking until his knees touched the end of their bed. He pulled back and looked at you and raised his eyebrow.

You chuckle and lean down onto the bed pulling him with you. You kissed him again running your hands down his back. 

Loki drops over the bed, quickly putting his hands out so that he wouldn’t fall right on top of you. He inhaled deeply as your hands ran along his back and continued to kiss you. He props his knees up so that they are on either side of you. 

You grin through the kiss and gently pull at his shirt wanting him to take it off. 

Loki caught your meaning and pushed himself upright and took his shirt off, throwing it carelessly off to the side, revealing his lightly toned body. He looked down at you and smiled, his eyes roaming down your body and back up to your eyes and lips. 

Your eyes widen watching as Loki takes off his shirt, you slowly run a finger down his stomach slowly biting your lip. 

“Like what you see?” Loki asked you teasingly, his voice a little husky, his breath catching. 

You grin and slowly nod looking up at him with a small giggle. You sit up, kissing him, pushing him over so that you are now on top of him. 

Loki’s eyes went wide with surprise but then he just smiled, enjoying it. He reached up and put his hands on your hips, lifting his head to kiss you. “Mmmmh, what’re you going to do now, darling?” he teased, looking up at you. 

You look down at him, grinning slowly leaning down and pushing him down into the bed, continuing to kiss him, while running a hand up and down his side, you start kissing his jawline. 

“Mmm '' his insides squirm with pleasure. He tipped his head to the side a little to give you more access to his jaw and anywhere else you wanted. His hand slid down from your hips and rested at the sides of your legs right above your knees. 

You grin slowly, kissing down his jaw to his neck, running your hand down his stomach and placing it at the ring of his pants. “Mmm” you softly let out against his neck. 

Loki let out a small gasp, the combination of your hand where it was as well as the kisses you left on his sensitive neck were like a drug. His hands slid back up to your hips and then softly resting them under your shirt.

You smile against his neck and move down to his shoulder, slightly closing your eyes at the movement of his hand that sent a shiver up your back. 

While Y/n was kissing his shoulder, he moved his head and kissed your neck. Under your shirt he ran his hand up your back and then back down to your lower back, stopping when his hands touched the top of your pants. His breathing had become rapid. 

Your breathing slightly got heavier as you closed your eyes, you moved back up kissing his neck and then back to his lips slowly starting to rock your hips against him. 

Loki more audibly gasped, his breathing hitching and his eyes closing. All of the feelings that he was experiencing caused his hips to move upwards against your own. 

“Mmm” You hummed kissing his lips again. You stopped for a minute sitting up and taking your own shirt off cause it had gotten hot, you leaned back down again continuing to kiss him. 

Loki’s eyes opened and he looked at you, taking you in with his eyes and then deeply kissing you back. He moved his hips up against yours feeling his own body almost shuddering with feelings. He tipped his head up a little and started kissing your jaw down to your neck. His hands moving down to your thighs, his eyes continuing to flick up at yours. 

You lean your head forwards letting out a small groan, you flip back over so that he’s back to leaning over you on top. 

Loki grinned, now looking down at you again, seeing you differently this time though. He continued to kiss your neck, his hips now rocking against yours, his right hand resting half on your pants and half on your waist, his left hand trailing softly up and down your torso. 

You softly moaned as he kissed you and slightly gripped the sheets with one hand, you grinned, “Mmm, what are you going to do to me?” you asked, looking down at him. 

“What I please,” he said through husky breaths, his voice laced with pleasure and lust. He continued kissing a trail to the center of your collarbone, his legs straddled at the side of your legs. He looked you up and down and smiled, kissing down a straight line from your collarbone to right below your belly button and then back up to the front of your neck. 

You gasp and hold your breath leaning your head back against the pillows and closing your eyes, you lift your hips up a little. You moved your hands so they were gripping his hair. 

Loki moaned a little, his hips moving against yours, “I- I want you…” he gasped out through the kisses he planted on your neck, then moving up to deeply kiss your lips. 

You look at him with a small whimper, “I-'' you cup his face, “I want… you too.” you lead out. 

Loki smiles and kisses you, his breathing heavy. “May I?” he asked his finger sliding along against her skin underneath the top of her pants.

Your face by then had turned a bright red color and you could see it. You looked at him and smiled, giving him a small nod. 

Loki smiled, seeing your red face, he leaned down and kissed your forehead, “Don’t worry, you look beautiful, love,” he said as he slid your pants down your legs. 

You look at him shyly watching him. 

After sliding your pants off he looked at her, a soft but longing look on his face, “Care to help?” he asked, smiling and ‘struggling’ to undo his own pants. 

Your eyes widened and you leaned up with a small grin. You kissed him, running your hand down his stomach to his waist, gripping the line of his pants, you unbuckled them. 

Loki slightly sucked in his breath, he slid his pants off and let them hit the floor, he then removed his boxers and then looked at you, his manhood hanging out proud and hard, 

Your eyes widen at the sight and you show a nervous grin. “W-wow” you slightly choked out, biting your lip. 

Loki grinned and raised his eyebrows, “Too much?” he chuckled, leaning down and kissing you. “Why nervous?” he asked, frowning, tipping his head a little. 

You shyly shook your head, “Just- I haven’t-” you turned your head and looked in a different direction, “I just haven’t done this before-” 

Loki cupped your face and turned it so you were facing him. “If your not ready for this-” 

“But I want you…” You said interrupting him, half way through his sentence. “I- I do, I’m just scared.” you said looking at him. 

“I’ll be gentle.” he said, leaning down and kissing you, “I promise.” 

You nod as you watch him slowly trail his fingers down to your core, where you were acing the most for him. He slowly slipped his hand under your underwear and softly started touching you. 

You let out a soft moan, leaning your head back, it felt so good, his fingers felt good on you. 

“Damn, darling.” he said, biting his lip, “You're already so wet for me.” he said, with a grin, leaning over to kiss you. He shifted down so he was sitting in front of you. He slowly pulled down your underwear and threw them to the side.

You pulled your legs up so they were blocking his view, from seeing your wetness. 

Loki gave a gentle smile and placed his hands on your knees, parting them and pulling them back down to the bed, so that your legs were spread. “Oh, fuck.” he muttered to himself, admiring you for a minute. 

You looked directly at him and whimpered, “Loki…” 

Loki nodded and moved up towards you. He put his own hand on his cock and stoked it before placing it between your legs. He looked up at you before entering you, 

You nodded, gripping the sheets, ready for what was going to happen next. 

Loki frowned, he leaned himself over you, as he connected his cock with the walls of your entrance. 

“It’ll only hurt a bit…” he said, leaning over and kissing your neck. 

“I-” You moaned as he rubbed his cock softly up and down your wet heat. “I- trust… you” you manage to get out. 

With that said, Loki leaned down and harshly kissed you on the lips while slowly inching himself inside of you. He groans against your lips at the feeling of you. “Gods, you’re so tight.” he moans, kissing down your neck. 

You hold on tightly to Loki’s arm, squeezing it while he intensely kisses you. You slightly winch as he pushes himself further into you, until he is fully in you. You groan, leaning your head back. “Fu-fuck Lo-Loki” you moan. 

Loki grins looking at you, “Part one done.” he says with a chuckle, he started to move when you caught his arm. “Wait…” you said, closing your eyes.

“What? Are you okay? Am I hurting you?” he asked with concern in his eyes. “Is it too big?” he frowned softly cupping your face with his hand. 

You groan softly, looking up into his eyes, “I-” he smiles and leans down kissing your shoulder.

“I know,” he said, “I know… It’ll feel better once you get going…” he said shifting trying not to move too much, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. 

You nod and squeeze his shoulder blades. “Ok… it’s ok…” 

Loki leaned forward and kissed you harshly again, but this time he started rocking his hips back and forth, he knew that he was already in deep but had to start moving before it started to hurt. He moans as he starts to push back and forth inside you, you could see his muscles flexing.

You moan holding onto him. “F…fuck Loki,” 

He kisses down your cheek, to your neck, softly sucking on it. You lean your head back and groan, you had never felt this much pleasure before. 

“Oh gods, you feel… so go-good” Loki moans against your skin as he picks up the pace. 

You moan running your hands down his back slightly scraping them along, “Fu- Loki I- I’m close” you said pulling on his hair as leans down and continues to suck on your neck.

Loki moans against you as he feels himself grow closer, he starts to grind into you more, losing control of himself. “Oh fuck…” he groans. 

“Oh fuck Loki I-” you moan biting down on his shoulder. 

“Do it…” Loki moans against your skin. “Cum for me… darling,” he said, as his thrusts started to get sloppy, he groaned as he pounds into you a few last times as you both hit your climax and the room was filled with both of you moaning out each other's names. 

You lean your head back panting as you loosen your grip on Loki’s arms. 

Loki leans forward and deeply kisses you on the lips, running his hands down the sides of your stomach, he pulled out fast so it wouldn’t feel like much, 

You let out a groan as he pulls out of you and lays down beside you. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. “Fuck-” he groans, running one of his hands through your hair. “You did amazing, darling” he said, looking down at you, still out of breath.

You smile still out of breath and lean forward to kiss him. 

Loki pulled you against him so that you were leaning against his chest, he closed his eyes and softly hummed. “I’m proud of you,” he said looking down at you one last time. 

[daisybell17]

pov: me when i hear Tom will be at the NY Comic Con

man i wish i had money 😍 but yea tom is going to comic con on october 15 & 16 so yea, man even if i got a video greeting from him i’d pass away HAHA

[skijumpingf1]

Kenny and Tom(?)😍

[assortedseaglass]

🌟Wintering | Yuletide🌟

Tom Bennett x fem!Reader

Summary: The war is over and Tom Bennett returns home, seeking comfort in a friend from his past.

Content Warnings: Drabble, Language, Smut (p in v, oral!f receiving).

Yuletide Masterlist

Wintering, verb. To hide, hibernate, seek comfort or rest, especially after turbulent times (in humans).

“Fuck,”

Your back was beginning to ache. You hadn’t given a moment’s thought as to where you were when you’d burst through the door. Just being at home, away from prying eyes, was enough. Now, the dado rail was bruising the base of your spine with every harsh thrust.

“Fuck,” he hissed again in your ear, immediately silencing himself by covering your mouth with his own. The warmth, the wetness, was delicious.

“Tom, please,” you whined into his mouth. Even through the dull pain in your back, your legs hooked around his waist ever tighter. At your plea he looked down at you, his hips still rolling lazily. When he saw the scrunch of your eyebrows, the sheen of sweat above them, and the way your lower lip pillowed as you bit down on it, Tom Bennett grinned.

He continued grinning as his hips began pistoning at an unholy pace into your wet heat. That wolfish smile was the last thing you saw as your eyes finally closed, too overwhelmed by pleasure to stay open, as you threw your head back against the wall. Bastard. He knew he was good.

You’d heard at the dancehall last night that the final battleship into port, the HMS Valiant, was due to arrive the following day at around 3 o’clock. You also knew, from working with Lois on the ambulances, that this was Tom’s ship. When Mrs Beatty and a few other ladies from your mother’s Women's Institute suggested meeting the last of the lads to come home at the dock, the idea spread through your Manchester suburb like wildfire.

No sooner had your mother come home with the news were you being bustled onto the number 54 bus with a hamper laden with fresh clothes, bottles of beer, spam sandwiches and the little change that each family could spare. Old men, and women of all ages, piled into the buses and made their way to the docks. A few families still had bunting from the King’s jubilee and strung it from dockyard cranes.

The furore was extraordinary. The battleship was already looming large on the horizon when you all emptied from the bus, and young and old cheered themselves hoarse until the ship made its way into port. Sailors, forgetting regulations, leant over the ships’ railings and waved to family and friends. When the battleship finally docked, it let out a long blast of its horn and the crowed roared with glee. Mothers and sweethearts were already crying when the gangway was let down, and you saw that even some fathers were wiping their eyes.

You watched with relief as faces you recognised filed off the boat. Mr Martin’s only surviving son, thirty-eight and with three children who each ran into his arms. Frank Smith, the school bully’s rat-faced sidekick. The lad that worked at the corner shop, nineteen now, having received his papers the day he turned eighteen. Each was greeted by their family members and someone with a ‘welcome home’ hamper.

All, except one. Tom Bennett, one of the tallest lads on the boat, walked down the gangway in a few elegant strides and stopped on the dock with a sigh as he hitched his kitbag over his shoulder. He lifted his eyes to the sky, the October afternoon already darkening to a mournful blue.

As with the rest of the young men, the war had not been kind to him. Shadows haunted his slim face, prematurely aged from the horrors of a war none of them should have fought. At home, he was the stuff of legend. Survived the battle of River Plate, Dunkirk and went on the run in Europe, only to be sent back to war the moment he returned. More lives than the luckiest of cats, your mother said. The worst, of course, was the loss of his father and his home. The grief hit the Bennett children hard. Tom Bennett jumped onto the first battleship in dock, and Lois left baby Vera in England to go nursing in Africa. Now, Tom Bennett stood on the dock with no-one to welcome him home after six long years.

You hurried forward.

“Tom-” As though he knew you were there before you even spoke, he looked down from the sky to your flushed face.

Though he said your name quietly, a smile flashed across his boyish face. Your stomach somersaulted. He’d always been the handsomest rogue in Longsight, and still was with his blue eyes and sandy hair. At least there was one thing the war hadn’t taken away from him.

You held out the hamper. “Welcome home, Tom,” and with a sincere smile you stood on tiptoe to kiss his sallow cheek. A faint lipstick smudge lingered there and you smiled all the more.

“I’d be flattered,” Tom teased, gesturing to the hamper. “If every other Tom, Dick and Harry didn’t have one too.” He laughed as he took the hamper from you. His large palm covered your own and you shivered.

There was history there. Only a few pages, but history nonetheless. At once, you were transported back to the parish dance of 1935. Both seventeen, you as green as the grass, he already-world weary and wandering. He danced with no-one the entire night, though many a girl looked hopeful, yet took your hand for the last dance. When you thought about those innocent years before the war, in the darkest hours of the night or after a few too many sherries, you swore you could feel Tom’s hands burning against your waist, and at your neck as he kissed you. Your first.

Tom too, was remembering the first moment you touched him. A maths lesson with Miss Greene. He’d been caught flicking pencil sharpenings into girls’ hair and was sent to sit in the corner at the back of the class. You, as much a sweetheart then as you were now, were tasked with handing out textbooks. Unfortunately for you and luckily for Tom, they were on the shelf above where he sat. A cocky grin on his face, Tom didn’t move. He loved winding the girls up, and you were something different. At sixteen, you were curvier than the rest, and watching you flush pink was his favourite hobby. And so, he didn’t move. With pride, he chortled as you blushed and reached for the textbooks above him. His smug smile faltered however when, in order to reach the books, your legs came to rest on each side of his spread ones. With one of your thighs either side of his, he swallowed. He could feel the heat coming from the apex between them, smell your perfume and feel the way the soft flesh pressed against his. When you finally retrieved the books, it was your turn to smirk at the red flush peppering his cheekbones.

“Where are you staying, Tom, now you're back?” You asked, voice low. Your mother was not far away.

“Bench in the pub, presumably. Most of the lads are heading that way for a party. Then I’ll find meself lodgings above some dodgy back-alley business.” He huffed a humourless laugh. You looked him directly in the eye.

“Stay out ours tonight.”

Tom leant close to you, wetting his lips. “What would mother say?”

“Don’t know, she’ll be down pub with the rest of them. Loves a sherry and a sailor.”

Half an hour later, you were pressed against the wall of your mother’s hallway, Tom Bennett lapping hungrily at your slick centre. Beneath your skirt and petticoat, the lewd sounds of his tongue against your wet sex filled the quiet evening.

Now, buried to the hilt within you, his swollen head bullying your core, Tom forgot the last seven months he’d spent living on the Valiant. Forgot the suffering of the last six years entirely. For between the softness of your thighs, the scent of your neck as he tucked his face against it tenderly, he’d found, if for a moment, the thing he’d been fighting for. Warmth, kindness, rest­. A place to winter.

The usual suspects: @arcielee @targaryenrealnessdarling @theoneeyedprince @ewanmitchellcrumbs @ellrond @cyeco13 @babyblue711 @exitpursuedbyavulcan @humanpurposes @myfandomprompts @barbieaemond @anjelicawrites

[vierschanzentournee]

literally what the FUCKKKKKK is riiber on oh my GODDDDDDDDD

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Let's spread some positivity! Tag some of your fellow content creators here and let them know why they are absolutely amazing!❤️

This is a really sweet idea. I'm going to put my list below a cut, because it will be long.

@em-writes-stuff-sometimes - honestly, Em's fan fiction is better than actual published books I've read. You should be doing this professionally, bub, not publishing it for free for us morons on Tumblr. I'm forever amazed that someone with your brain wants to pal around with an idiot like me.

@valeskafics - your tenacity and the sheer volume with which you are able to write will never cease to amaze me. You're a powerhouse, Babybel. You don't have a masterlist, you have a fucking library, it's incredible.

@barbiedragon - your modern Daemon has me in a chokehold. You're also one of the few writers flying the flag for Vizzy 3 and I gobble up everything you write for him like I'm a shark and you've put chum in the water. Can't wait for Kinktober to see what you create!

The rest of this list is just ordered by date of when I followed the person, and expresses no particular favourtism:

@flowerpotmage - not quite so active in fandom anymore, but they're one of the few writers giving gender neutral readers some much needed representation, and their Aemond and Daemon fics are amazing.

@paintb0x - an amazing artist - some of the best I have seen for Ewan and his characters.

@sapphire-writes - I love Jo's modern AUs and her ability to put my heart through the wringer!

@timetravelingpenguin1066 - Eli is one of the sweetest people I've ever met. An incredible gif maker and a great fic writer.

@aemondx - Sili's gifs are wonderful and the kindness she dedicates to this fandom by making icons and headers for people is admirable.

@alicentive - Killy's gifs are insane and I love that she writes for the characters that don't get as much attention from fandom.

@marthawrites - Midnight Passages, you will always be famous.

@exitpursuedbyavulcan - Studious, my beloved. UPDATE WHEN? (sorry)

@targaryenrealnessdarling - I would die for Liz. She's not just an insanely talented writer, but an all round amazing person too, she makes this fandom a much nicer place to be.

@st-eve-barnes - Eve is out here giving the Aegon girlies the content they desperately need. I love her Aemond fics too!

@bottlesandbarricades - one of the funniest fuckers I've ever had the pleasure of speaking too. Only has one fic, but it's a banger, and her edits are unmatched. I will never get over space buns Aemond.

@toms-cherry-trees - more content for Peaky Blinders than HotD, but the Aemond fic is gold.

@just-some-random-blogger - a Daemon girlie, we love to see it! If entertaining reblogs were an Olympic sport then Hani is taking home the gold. Her fics are bonkers, and I love them.

@humanpurposes - Gee's writing is top notch, some of the best Aemond fics I've ever read.

@assortedseaglass - Hilde is one of my favourite writers. Ever. She could write instructions on how to put together IKEA furniture and I'd eat it up, she's that good.

@oneeyedvisenya - another of my favourite Aemond writers. Education is one of my top five fics of all time. So well written.

@lya-dustin - the speed with which Juli produces chapters is mindblowing. All Is Bliss is a great series.

I can only tag 20 accounts at a time, so I shall continue this in a reblog. I wasn't lying in previous ask, when I said my appreciation post would be phonebook sized.

[petalpetal]

okay books I've read since the beginning of 2024 (also note I only complete books I like if I don't like I drop it and move on so these are all good according to me)

also some of these are new and some are not I randomly choose what to read next through a generator

Spinning Silver by Naomi Novik

Fifty Beasts to Break Your Heart: And Other Stories by GennaRose Nethercott

Our Hideous Progeny by C.E. McGill

The Scholomance Trilogy by Naomi Novik

Starling House by Alix E. Harrow

Red Rabbit by Alex Grecian

Nettle & Bone by T. Kingfisher

Vampires of El Norte by Isabel Cañas

The Thousand Crimes of Ming Tsu by Tom Lin

The Tatami Time Machine Blues by Tomihiko Morimi

Penguin Highway by Tomihiko Morimi

The Tatami Galaxy by Tomihiko Morimi

Once and Forever: The Tales of Kenji Miyazawa by Kenji

Night on the Galactic Railroad & Other Stories from Ihatov by Kenji Miyazawa

The Night Is Short, Walk on Girl by Tomihiko Morimi

Moribito: Guardian of the Spirit by Nahoko Uehashi

Moribito II: Guardian of the Darkness by Nahoko Uehashi

Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno-Garcia

Lonely Castle in the Mirror by Mizuki Tsujimura

Joan by Katherine J. Chen

A History of Wild Places by Shea Ernshaw

Menewood by Nicola Griffith

Hild by Nicola Griffith

The Fox Wife by Yangsze Choo

The Beast Warrior by Nahoko Uehashi

The Beast Player by Nahoko Uehashi

Delicious Monsters by Liselle Sambury

The Daughter of Doctor Moreau by Silvia Moreno-Garcia

The Butcher of the Forest by Premee Mohamed

The Sundial by Shirley Jackson

The Road Through the Wall by Shirley Jackson

Hangsaman by Shirley Jackson

Dark Tales by Shirley Jackson

The Bird's Nest by Shirley Jackson

Anime Supremacy! by Mizuki Tsujimura

After the Forest by Kell Woods

The Adventures of Amina Al-Sirafi by S.A. Chakraborty (okay I read this in decemeber BUT ITS SUPER GOOD I MEAN HELLO ITS A PIRATE ADVENTURE)

[arcielee]

Do you have any fic recs for other characters that Ewan has played?? Tom especially??

Okay, I have my tags [☆ arcie's library & ☆ arcie's fic recs] but you mentioned one of my favorites played by Ewan soo...

My darling anon, do I ever.

Here are some Tom fucking Bennett ficrecs 💖

For series I adore:

The Seamstress & The Sailor by @assortedseaglass This is definitely one of my favorites. Hilde portrays Tom in a way the WoF writers envy and her OCs that she knits into this story are just so perfectly flawed. This is a slow burn and I just love every word.

Gone With Regrets by @myfandomprompts One of my first Tom Bennett stories I have read and I absolutely fell in love. Her Tom is such a scoundrel with a heart of gold and I fucking adored it.

As the World Burns by @theoneeyedprince This has another rich OC. I love the interactions she has with Tom so far, just this palpable tension between. The story is new, but with how Justine delivered with A Refined Taste, I have complete faith in that I will love this one as well.

One-shot delights & depravities I love:

I enjoyed @exitpursuedbyavulcan 12 Days of Smuff, especially the Tom Bennett pieces that fed into one another. They were delicious.

@helaelaemond has written some of the raunchiest Tom Bennett x reader stories that always leave me weak in the fucking knees.

@aemondsbabe [Homecoming] & @happilyhertale [all her Tom Bennett x reader] & @adragonprinceswhore [her Tom Bennett x reader] are other one-shots I have read and enjoyed thoroughly.

@valeskafics has written for Tom Bennett x reader, but she also writes for the Ewanverse in general, and since you mentioned characters 😈

And since you mentioned other characters...

@troublesomesnitch did this Abraham x reader piece that had me chewing on my furniture.

@fallingintoyourlilaceyes has written for Osferth and Michael Gavey and it is also delicious.

@itbmojojoejo did this piece for Ettore that I fucking loved: Home Sweet Prison [but I just noticed there was another one, omg 👀]

And for those who got to see Salad Days, Redemption by @babyblue711 was just wonderful.

Oh! Honorable mention to that sad, wet cat Billy Washington. Most of the writers I have mentioned have also written for him because how can you not?? Look at him! 😭

Please note this is such a small selection of the talent that is on this hellsite. Feel free to reblog with with some of your favorites!

[sexilene]

cherry doll babyyyy 🍒

🍒 Lost Cherry (classic ofc!)

🍒 Kayali Fragrances Lovefest Burning Cherry | 48 Eau de Parfum

🍒 Tom Ford Electric Cherry

🍒 Cartier Delices De Cartier Eau de Parfum (one of my fave cherry sents)

🍒 Escada Cherry in the Air

🍒 Hilde Soliani Una Tira l Altra

🍒 Demeter Fragrance Barbados Cherry

🍒 Guess Seductive Red

🍒 Mirato Malizia Bon Bons Cherry Kiss

🍒 Oriflame Cherries

🍒 Zara Cherry Smoothie (actually not bad!)

🍒 Cacharel Gloria (def bitter cherry)

🍒 Guerlain La Petite Robe Noire (on me it smells like cherry cola!)

🍒 Parfume de Vanille Cherry Vanilla

🍒 Dolce&Gabbana Q by Dolce & Gabbana

🍒 New Notes Latte di Cherry (kinda unisex)

🍒 L'Occitane en Provence Fleurs De Cerisier (very spring, very light and fresh)

[lotsoflokilove23]

Now this is an Interesting edit lol. (Not mine got it from Pinterest)

[crystalwhisp]

Your fnaf au! Do you have a list so far of what characters and ideas you have sorted?

Why yes I do!

So I already have a post about the animals/characters each of the boys is regardless of model generation (Edds=bear/Freddy, Matts=barn owl/Chica, Toms= Rabbit/Bonnie, Tords=Fox/Foxy. The only exception to this rule is the Circus or Funtime animatronics

The one I haven't gone over yet are:

Lolipop kid (AK) who replaces balloon boy and hands out lolipops to guests!

JJ doesn't have a replacement yet so send me asks for ideas!

The puppet (Laurel) who replaces the marionette and worked the prize corner!

I still gotta go over the human characters and the souls that poses the animatronics! (Please note that most of these are ocs made specifically for this au cuz I wanted more girl characters and didn't know how to use the background ones from Eddsworld)

Rosetta Silver fills Afton's role of resident child murderer and, in the interest of not giving away too much before her solo backstory post, she's a complete POS! Like you will want her DEAD by the time I'm done explaining.

Michie Goliard fills Mike Schmidts role as night guard. She's made some awful mistakes in her past but she has a kind heart and genuinely wants to make everything right.

Jessie Felbers fills the role of Jeremy Fitzgerald as the day shift guard! She is just the sweetest thing! Too bad she her head munched during "the incident." (More on that later) Not to worry though she lived and all it took was a little surgery! Btw her and Michie have a thing for each other.

Now for the aforementioned children (Tw child death and description of said death, details about the victims personalities always come first as they are more important than how they died NOTHING WILL BE USED FOR SHOCK)

FNAE 2

Bea is the little Italian girl possessing Withered Eddy and Toy Elly (I'll explain joint/twin possession later). Timid and mild mannered, she loved singing and sewing. She was 10 years old.

Cause of death: She was stabbed

Hilde is the little German girl possessing Withered Matt and Toy Matilda. She loved helping bake sweets and was very sweet herself. She was 8 years old.

Cause of death: She had an artery cut open and was left in the deep freezer in the back.

Kaia is the little Māori girl possessing Withered Tom and Toy Tamara. She was loyal to a fault and a bit headstrong with a serious love for music. She was 9 years old.

Cause of death: She had her skull crushed.

Sunny is the little Norwegian girl possessing Withered Tord and Toy Tori. She had a special interest in marine life and was an adventurous child. She was 8 years old.

Cause of death: She was drowned in the kitchen dishwashing sink.

[babyfairy]

pls tell us perfume recommendations!! i want to get into the art of having my own signature scent but i feel like the world of body mists and perfumes is so vast. do you have any recs for like sweet, fruit like scents? i feel like a lot of perfumes r very floral like and i am not a fan of them :”(

omg please i love when people ask me perfume questions. i’m a gourmand girl who doesn’t love florals on me and i have a lot of favorite fruity scents ranging from lotions and body sprays to perfumes!

- anything snow fairy by lush is a very sweet, candy like flavor. like strawberry bubblegum. SO distinct but the lotion or dusting powder layer so nicely with other sweet gourmands

- i’d be crazy if i didn’t include bath & body works somewhere here bc they have so many scents and a lot of them are very layerable with perfumes. my faves are strawberry soda (self explanatory, VERY spot on smell imo) and blueberry pancakes (love blueberry scents and it’s very buttery too, smells so good)

- soft by al rehab is a very affordable perfume oil that to me smells like very powdery candied citrus. layers beautifully and i get compliments on this one all the time as well!

- if you’re interested in higher end scents, fraaagola saalaaata by hilde soliani is a really sweet salted strawberry scent that i think smells SO good lol, i got a sample of it and am obsessed. the full bottle is like $140 but samples are pretty widely available online!

- sugar milk co has a range of really fruity gourmand scents and i love everything i have by them. they have a strawberry milk one i really want to try but i def think they’re worth looking into bc they have a lot of options! also the small roll ons are like $18 and i have 4 they’re so cute and worth it

- i’m (unfortunately) a fan of tom ford perfumes but i’m cheap so i bought a dupe of lost cherry and it smells sooo good. it’s called cherry smash by ALT fragrances and it’s really nice if you’re looking for a more mature fruit scent. it smells like sweet boozy cherries, i love it and it lasts ALL day on me

[assortedseaglass]

🌟Wassail | Yuletide🌟

Tom Bennett x Fem!Reader

Summary: A minor indiscretion leads you to chaperoning the yearly children's wassail with none other than Tom Bennett.

Content: Fluff, Language.

Yuletide Masterlist

Spending the evening with a handful of excitable children and Tom Bennett wasn’t too bad, as far as punishment went.

You supposed your father thought the children, full of a night’s sugar after years of rationing, would tire you out with their boundless energy. Perhaps he also thought that Tom Bennett would scare you. A petty criminal that good, honest girls should be frightened of. Well, your father should know that you were far from good or honest. That’s why you needed punishing in the first place.

Word got to your father that you were seen in a compromising position behind the Capital Club with Willie Murphy on New Year’s Eve. You traced the source easily. Your father heard it from that busy-body, Mrs Browning, who heard it from her neighbour. The neighbour’s daughter just happened to be Minnie Goodman, Willie’s on-again-off-again girlfriend. The tale was a tall one, for in truth Willie Murphy snuck his hand up your skirt and you’d given him a smack. If Gossip Goodman wanted that creep all to herself, she was welcome to him.

“Hurry up you!” One of the little lads shouted at you as he made his way to the next house.

“Watch your mouth, Harry Tollet,” you said, coming to stand beside him and the other children. “You won’t be wassailing next year if your mother hears you talking like that to a lady.”

“My mum says you aren’t a lady,” Harry said, knocking on the door. A little girl beside him gasped. Before you could speak, Tom Bennett, who had been silent on the evening’s walk, stepped forward.

“You’ll get a clip round the ear an’ all if you keep on.”

Harry had no time to cower for the red door opened and the children sang a chorus of We Three Kings. Their tin cups were filled with mulled cider by the old lady at the door, and Tom ushered Harry away before his could be filled.

“That’s not fair-”

“Shoulda thought about that before you ran your mouth,” Tom shoved the little boy towards the rest of the group. “Best behaviour.”

One of the little girls whispered in Harry’s ear and gave Tom a wary glance. She smiled awkwardly at you and turned around as the next door of the street opened and the children began their singing once more. The house belonged to old Mr Preston, a widower who lived alone. His only son died in the war. He had no grandchildren. You watched, heart growing as the old man gave the children their cup of mulled apple and presented them each with a mince pie.

Silenced for a while by their full mouths, the children listen to old man Preston telling them tales of Christmases long ago. Enraptured, they forgot all about you and Tom. Thank Christ.

You smiled at Mr Preston and showed him your cigarettes, indicating the pavement on the other side of the street. He nodded knowingly and continued his tale.

Leant against the lamppost, you clicked your lighter and inhaled the heady smoke of the cigarette. Tom Bennett took out his own packets of cigarettes and placed one in his mouth. With his hands safely back inside his pockets, he swaggered slowly towards you, looking over his shoulder in a half-arsed attempt and chaperoneship. You snorted.

He came to a stop before you, clicking his heels together as though he were still in the navy. He looked down his long nose at you a moment, smirking. You weren’t rattled. He brought his long fingers to take the cigarette from your mouth and light his own with it. The end sparkled into life, the tobacco crackling. The low, orange flare of light illuminated his sapphire eyes, which were fixed on yours. That rattled you, just a bit. This was a man who made flirting an artform. He looked at your cigarette as he passed it back to you.

“Lucky Strikes? Very posh,” he drawled in his Manchester burr.

“Got ‘em from a Yank. Better than your filthy Marlboros. Bloody stink,” you took a drag and exhaled the smoke in his face. He didn’t budge, the smoke dissipating to reveal a fully born grin.

“Lucky Strike for a lucky strike?” Tom raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t be jealous,”

Tom puffed out his chest and sniffed the night air. He glanced over his shoulder. You smiled to yourself; you never knew it was so easy to hurt Tom Bennett’s pride.

Across the road, Mr Preston had finished his story and gone inside. The children were walking to the next house, some hand in hand.

“They don’t need us,” you nodded towards them.

“Nah,” Tom said. “War made them different. Self-reliant.”

You hummed in agreement.

“You’re welcome, by the way.”

You stared at him, amusement tugging the corners of your mouth. Tom Bennett always thought so highly of himself.

“What for?”

“Harry.” He stated simply.

“But you didn’t do anything,” you laughed brightly.

Despite himself, Tom smiled. “Hold on-”

“Don’t think I could have handled a ten-year-old myself?”

Tom took a step up onto the pavement and, in doing so, brought himself closer to you. “Oh no,” his voice dropped to a gravelly whisper. “I heard you can handle yourself very well,” One of his hands slipped inside your coat to rest against the slope of your hip.

It wasn’t his hand that made you bristle. It was the assumption that you were easy. Sure, you’d had your fair share of flings, but you didn’t drop your knickers for any fella with a sly grin and foreign cigarettes.

You took his hand in yours, moving it from your waist and dropping it back at his own side.

“I’m only here ‘cause Dadda believed in a load of old hearsay,” You flicked your cigarette to the ground and stamped it out under your heel. Tom didn’t hide the way he stared up the length of your stockinged leg. “I wouldn’t touch Willie Murphy with a ten-foot barge pole-”

“I know,” Tom said simply, idle hands tucked back into the pockets of his jacket.

You stared at him, lost for words. No-one ever believed you. Seemed to think because you’d had three or four Longsight lads, you’d had the whole lot. “Really?”

“Yeah, course I do. He’s an ugly little bastard with more spots than I’ve had hot dinners.” You laughed. Towards the end of the road, the children were singing again, and the lamplights began flickering into life. “I didn’t try it on ‘cause I think you’re easy,” with another step, Tom was pressed flush against you. “I tried it on ‘cause I like you.”

Your smile of genuine happiness turned to one of mischief. “Tom Bennett, are you going soft?”

In the dim light, his blue eyes twinkled. With a wink, he stepped back and began his slow walk towards the gaggle of children. Falling into step beside him, you walked in silence but for the chorus of We Wish You a Merry Christmas and clack of your heels on the cobbles.

Gently, boldy, you tucked your hand into his. “Not so bad, is it,  this punishment?”

“Not a punishment for me. Not a petty criminal anymore.” Tom said, smiling down at you and tugging you closer so that the kids wouldn’t see your entwined hands. “Nah, I volunteered.”

You stood still, mouth agape with amused shock.

“What?” Tom tugged your hand and you kept walking.

“You really have gone soft!”

“War’ll do that to you.” You bowed your head solemnly. “And the prospect of an evening with you.”

“Even with a headache’s worth of kids?”

“Even so.”  

Finally back with decent internet! The last few days of Christmas are going to be heavy with uploads!

The usual suspects: @arcielee @targaryenrealnessdarling @theoneeyedprince @ewanmitchellcrumbs @ellrond @cyeco13 @babyblue711 @exitpursuedbyavulcan @humanpurposes @myfandomprompts @barbieaemond @anjelicawrites

[hannahhook7744]

Arwen kids info part 3;

BASICS: 

Full name: Arthur Giaus Pendragon.

House: Pendragon.

Age: 11 years old.

Birth place: Unknown.

Current location: Camelot.

Titles: Arthur the Less, The Youngest Son, Prince of Camelot, The Non-Heir, the Bastrad Child, and The Spare.

Occupation: Prince of Camelot.

Known as: Artie, Art, and Arthur Jr.

Known for: Being Prince of Camelot and being rumored to be Arthur's bastrad son.

ATTIRE:

General outfit: A classy white tunic, red linen pants, a brown belt, and brown boots.

Weapons/Equipment: A white handled sword with a gold blade.

Extra accessories: A clip on sheath.

PERSONALITY:

Fears: Turning out like Uther, being disowned, being abandoned, losing his family, losing his friends, destiny, evil sorcerers, betrayal, etc.

Dreams: He wants to be a brave knight and King like Arthur.

Likes: Royal feasts, Tournaments, climbing trees, sparring, jousting, horseback riding, dragonback riding, listening to music, adventure, quests, magic tricks, hunting, swimming, listening to Dragonet's poetry, etc.

Dislikes: Being compared to his dad, being called 'Arthur the less', assassination attempts, Dragonet hurt, Dragonet endanger, people insulting the roundtable, people insulting 'his knights', council meetings, royal events, etc.

FAVORITES:

Favorite Color: White.

Favorite Food: Turkey legs.

Favorite Drink: Apple cider.

Favorite Animal: Dragon.

Favorite Season: Summer.

Favorite Weapon: Sword. Any type of sword.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Friends: Pucelle aux Blanches, Helior, Dragonet, Artie, Menw, Tom Thumb, Penpingion, Taliesin, Cerdan Jr., Mabon, Hélie, Esmerée the Fair, Thitis,  Galeholt, etc.

Parents: Arthur and Guinevere Pendragon.

Siblings: Iduna Pendragon, Llacheu Pendragon, Nathalia Pendragon, Aedulf Pendragon the 3rd, Amhar Pendragon, Loholt Pendragon, Duran Pendragon, Gwydre Pendragon, Melora Pendragon, and Hilde Pendragon.

Love Interest: A Chief named Tulip.

Children: Violet.

Animal companion: A dragon named Agathera.

HISTORY: 

Childhood: Arthur Giaus Pendragon was born in an unknown land to an unknown woman (presumably out of wedlock) and was abandoned on the doorstep of an orphanage.

Due to his uncanny resemblance to the great King Arthur, he was named after the man and as he grew, rumors of him being the bastrad son of King Arthur spread.

Leading to people cruelly nicknaming him 'Arthur the less.' A nickname the boy grew to despise for obvious reasons.

Eventually, he ranaway when he was 5 and was kidnapped by a bandit who heard the rumors and assumed they were true. Causing him to send ransom to a baffled Arthur who still went to retrieve the boy with the help of Merlin and his knights.

He was adopted by Arthur and Guinevere shortly after his rescue, and grew up despising most royal events because of the horrid, gossiping nobles. Causing him to prefer to spend his time with the likes of Dragonet, the round table's children, and outcasts like himself.

Life: Later in his life, he became a great knight. Almost always following his family and friends' into danger without a second thought.

Unfortunately, his legend spread throughout the land under the name 'Arthur the less' but at this point, his siblings' cared a lot more about it than he did.

Because at this point, he knew that he was not less than his adoptive father. No matter what anyone else believed to be true.

Death: Has not happened yet.

Quote: "I despise that awful name. I am not less than my namesake. No matter what you or anyone else believes."

Theme Song: "You can be king again."

BASICS:

Full name: Melora Gyneth Pendragon.

House: Pendragon.

Age: 10 years old.

Birth place: Camelot.

Current location: Camelot.

Titles: The second youngest, The second youngest daughter, Lady Melora, Princess Melora, Princess of Camelot, and the Knight of the Blue Surcoat.

Occupation: Princess of Camelot and Knight.

Known as: Mel, 'Lora, Melo, Melly, 'Ra, M, M.G, M.G.P, and the love of Prince Orlando.

Known for: Being a Princess of Camelot, The love of Orlando, and the Knight of the Blue Surcoat.

ATTIRE:

General outfit: A light blue and lavender, long sleeved smock with matching pattens.

Weapons/Equipment: Mace.

Extra accessories: A blue drawstring pouch and a purple gem necklace.

PERSONALITY:

Fears: Turning out like Uther, being disowned, losing her loved ones, destiny, evil sorcerers, betrayal, being poisoned, being tricked, getting crushed, spiders, etc.

Dreams: All she really wants is a happy ending with her loved ones. She also wouldn't mind becoming a knight or almoner, though.

Likes: Royal feasts, Tournaments, sparring, jousting, horseback riding, listening to music, adventure, quests, poetry, Orlando, Orlando paying attention to her, her subjects having their needs met, her loved ones and subjects' safety, reading, taking care of the horses in the stables, Scavenging, sewing, etc.

Dislikes: Her subjects' needs not being met, her subjects being mistreated, her loved ones being mistreated, the horses being mistreated, unneeded cruelty, assassination attempts, the color 'yellow', etc.

FAVORITES:

Favorite Color: Blue and Purple.

Favorite Food: Porridge.

Favorite Drink: Lemon Drink.

Favorite Animal: Horses.

Favorite Season: Fall.

Favorite Weapon: Small Hatchets.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Friends: Dragonet, Stephanie, Everard, Constance, Lohengrin, Mador, Verona, Levander, and Uranus.

Parents: Arthur and Guinevere Pendragon.

Siblings: Iduna Pendragon, Llacheu Pendragon, Nathalia Pendragon, Aedulf Pendragon the 3rd, Amhar Pendragon, Loholt Pendragon, Duran Pendragon, Gwydre Pendragon, Artie Pendragon, and Hilde Pendragon.

Love Interest: Prince Orlando of Thessaly.

Children: None yet.

Animal companion: A horse named 'Sigrid.'

HISTORY:

Childhood: Melora Gyneth Pendragon was born in a Camelot a year after her brother, Artie, was and grew up willingly attending council meetings. Watching and taking note of how her parents interacted with their people, and promising herself that she would always do right by her people—all while completing her studies and playing with her friends and siblings.

Life: In her adult life, Melora takes up the mantle of 'the Knight of the Blue Surcoat' and goes on a series of quests to save her beloved—Prince Orlando of Thessaly—after he was imprisoned by an imposter of Merlin that Sir Mador sent after him. This is after she tricked Sir Mador into revealing how to free him, which required her to find three treasures—the Lance of Longinus, the oil of the pig of Tuis and a precious stone owned by the daughter of the king of Narsinga.

Death: Has not happened yet.

Quote: "Just because a man born of woman could not retrieve the three treasures does not mean that no one could, Mador."

Theme Song: "The Princess who saved herself. "

BASICS:

Full name: Hilde Tortolina Pendragon.

House: Pendragon.

Age: 6 years old.

Birth place: Camelot.

Current location: Camelot.

Titles: Princess Hilde, Princess of Camelot, the youngest, the youngest born daughter, the youngest princess of Camelot, and Lady Hilde.

Occupation: Princess of Camelot.

Known as: Hil, De, the littlest Pendragon, and Hildy.

Known for: Being a princess of Camelot and the love of Prince Herthgegn.

ATTIRE:

General outfit: A short-sleeved, sparkly lavender ballgown with matching pattens.

Weapons/Equipment: Catapult.

Extra accessories: A lavander jewel necklace.

PERSONALITY:

Fears: Turning out like Uther, being disowned, losing her loved ones, destiny, evil sorcerers, betrayal, spiders, bugs, rats, snakes, needles, etc.

Dreams: She wants to be the best princess/queen she can be or a governess.

Likes: Dolls, playing dress ups, fruit, most animals, Catapults, babies, baby animals, horseback riding, listening to music, reading, taking care of the horses in the stables, her loved ones' safety, Prince Herthgegn, Prince Herthgegn paying attention to her, playing the lute, feeding the animals, flowers, etc.

Dislikes: her loved ones being mistreated, animals being mistreated, unneeded cruelty, assassination attempts, things being unfair, bugs, spiders, rats, snakes, needles, evil sorcerers, assassins, etc,

FAVORITES:

Favorite Color: Lavender.

Favorite Food: All fruit.

Favorite Drink: Fruity tasting drinks,

Favorite Animal: Doesn't have a favorite.

Favorite Season: Spring.

Favorite Weapon: Catapult.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Friends: Dragonet, Stephanie, Constance, Lohengrin, Thitis, etc.

Parents: Arthur and Guinevere Pendragon.

Siblings: Iduna Pendragon, Llacheu Pendragon, Nathalia Pendragon, Aedulf Pendragon the 3rd, Amhar Pendragon, Loholt Pendragon, Duran Pendragon, Gwydre Pendragon, Artie Pendragon, and Melora Pendragon.

Love Interest: Prince Herthgegn.

Children: None yet.

Animal companion: None yet.

HISTORY:

Childhood: Hilde Tortolina Pendragon was born in Camelot a year before Constance was and grew up as the quietest and most nurturing of her siblings.

She grew up playing with her friends, cousins, and siblings and collecting strays, much like her uncle Merlin, much to her father's exasperated amusement.

Life: In her adult years, Hilde Tortolina Pendragon goes on to marry Prince Herthgegn after he wins her hand in marriage (which was a win for her cause she had a curse on him).

Death: Has not yet happened.

Quote: "Baby! I wanna hold the baby! Please uncle 'waine, uncle Percy? Pretty Please!"

Theme Song: "Love Story."

Previous parts can be found here; Part 1 and Part 2.

[reindeersonmytshirt]

Did not know I needed to see Tom Hilde in a cowboy hat

[forthegothicheroine]

Year in review, what perfumes and perfume brands did you like best this year? Which ones do you want to try, or try more from, in 2023?

Good questions! Let's see, best perfumes I tried for the first time this year...

Enchanted Forest by The Vagabond Prince

Magnolia Bliss by Juliette Has a Gun

Fraaagola Saalaaata by Hilde Soliani

Replica Under the Lemon Tree by Maison Margiela

Fracas by Robert Piguet

Best new perfume brands I tried this year...

Vagabond Prince

4160 Tuesdays

Marissa Zappas

Lubin

Maison Tahité

Perfumes I'd like to try samples of next year...

Bal a Versailles by Jean Desprez

Cacao in the Sun Maison Tahite

Replica Whispers in the Library by Maison Margeila

Tuscan Leather by Tom Ford

Bobbing for Snake Oil by Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab (if it ever comes back in stock...)

General brands I'd like to try more of next year...

Guerlain

By Kilian

Vagabond Prince

Imaginary Authors

Marissa Zappas