#they all still smell strong so w/e

[robustcornhusk]

got lids for all the little jars (fucked up and got the wrong number of lids when i bought the jars) (waited 3 years to fix my mistake) so now all the spices can be consolidated into same size containers so they all fit now in the same drawers

[smuthospital]

🎃⭐️Texas Chainsaw Massacre x reader⭐️🎃

Art by: Minilev

Premise: You go hiking with a friend and this bitch has the audacity to leave you alone. You end up hitchhiking with some hippies, but their van gets a flat! Oh no! Good thing there's a farmhouse nearby. Maybe they can help

Note: I had this in the drafts for awhile. I decided to whip it out for halloween. Enjoy. Say one thing bad thats not constructive criticism and its a block. Tired of these fucking kids smh. Also, imagine everyone with a soulthern accent

-Dr. Smut

Minors DNI

Warning: Non-Con, side charicter death, mentions of gore, kidnapping, fem reader

"So uh..thanks for picking me up." You say with a nervous smile. You refrain from coughing as the strong smell of marijuana floods your nose. Right now, you're in a classic 70s Volkswagen van, hitchhiking through Texas. Your friend convinced you to go backpacking with her, but a quarterway through, she ditched you to continue the trip with her new boyfriend. Some junky she met at a gas station. You can't exactly turn tail and go home because she took the car, and stranded you in the middle of nowhere so, you had no choice, but to catch a ride with some hippies.

"No prob, sweet cheeks. Anything for a pretty lil' lady like yourself." The driver looks back at you for a moment and winks. You think he may like you. You cringe slightly. "Eddy has a crush on you! Ain't that right, Ed?" A girl next to you wearing a tie-dye crop top pokes Edds back a couple of times. "Well, who wouldn't?" He chuckles. You play with your fingers nervously. You've been driving along a dusty, desolate path through some empty part of Texas for a while now. You've always been perturbed by the idea of Texas. Americans and with their guns and hot temper and all. It seems you may have watched too many scary movies. You haven't seen a soul for miles, let alone a house, just tall grass and more tall grass.

The car suddenly jolts and you're all jostled around. The girl sitting next to you clings to you as the driver slams the brakes. You gasp for air, your heart pounding a mile a minute. "Huh!? W-what the!?" Edd shouts before hopping out to investigate. You cautiously slip out the back and join him. Edd lifts a spiked wire. It's still stuck in the now flat tire. "Some asshole must'a dropped it here while delivering somethin'," he says as he drops it back on the ground. It popped the back tires. You pull out your phone. No service. Of course.

"Do you have any spares?" You ask, hoping to get out of this creepy place. "Unfortunately these are the spares, sweet cheeks." He sighs. "Weren't you supposed to buy more, Ed?" Ann shouts from the window. "This is no time to argue! We have to get help!… Look, There's a farmhouse right there. Let's hope someone's home." He says, walking towards it.

You hesitantly follow them to the creepy house. "I'm gonna check the farm, you two knock on the door." Edd doesn't give anyone time to respond before he walks off. You walk up to the front door and Ann knocks. You feel like you're being watched. You shift from foot to foot nervously. A few minutes pass and no word. Not even a sound. "What the? Where's Edd? If no one was home, he should be back by now!" Ann looks around. You begin feeling incredibly anxious. "Let's go find that idiot," she says and walks off quickly, you follow behind her. You can't leave her to do it by herself so you agree. You walk over to the farm and see…the gate open.

"H..hello?" You call. "E-Edd?"…No response. The two of you cautiously walk into the house. It smells like wood and iron. You see a red smudge on the wall…weird. This is getting scary. "Ann…I think we sh-" You're cut off by a blood-curdling scream from Ann. You quickly go over to the open doorway she's looking at to see a horrific sight. Edd has been cut to pieces. You hold back bile in your throat and grab Ann. "Let's go!" You shout. She snaps out of her trance and follows you to the entryway, only for the two of you to halt in your tracks.

Standing there is a giant, his hulking frame filling the doorway. He's the scariest thing you've ever seen in your life. A mask covers half his face, and in his arms is a chainsaw. You make eye contact with the beast and scream. Ann yanks you deeper into the house, hoping to find an exit. The man follows you, hot on your trail. You see a back door and try to open it, but it's locked. Cassie then barely avoids losing her arm as she dodges the giant.

He hasn't tried to attack you yet. You grab a chair and smash it through a window. You pick up a plant and throw it at the man, who cornered Ann. He's completely unphased, but pauses and looks at you as if to warn you. You toss his warning to the wind and jump on his back. "Ann, go!" You scream. Ann runs towards the window but stops when another man shorter than the man you're currently on top of, smashes a hammer onto her head.

You hear a crack and she falls to the floor, limp. "Ann!" You cry. Your body was then slammed to the floor by the hulking, chainsaw-wielding psychopath. You whimper and crawl backwards. You hit a wall and he lifts his chainsaw towards you. You're thankful It's turned off. You close your eyes and wait for death. You feel the blade lightly touch your collarbone…and then gently move down between your breasts and to the junction between your spread legs…he rubs your thigh with the chainsaw lightly, as if thinking. You look up at him in confusion. He tosses the saw to the side and grabs your face in his large hand. He tilts your head from side to side, examining you.

"Think she's pretty, Tommy?" The man who just attacked Ann asked.

'Tommy', the giant holding your face grunts and nods. You're horrified. Does this monster think you're pretty? "Yeah, I agree, Tommy. Good thing you didn't turn her into dinner… though, I don't think you were gonna. You had your eye on her since their car landed in our road trap." He laughed. Trap!? This was all a setup!? Did he say dinner!? Your head is spinning.

Tommy looped his bur waist arm around your waist and hoisted you up, placing you on his shoulder like you weighed a small sack of potatoes. "H-hey! What are you doing? Put me down!" You shout, pounding your hands on his back, but it doesn't even look like he knows you're hitting him. You hear footsteps and look up to see an old woman looking over at you. “P-please help me” you whimper. She smiles down at you sweetly.

"Well, I do say, you sure found yourself a sweet little thing. Ain't that right, Thomas.” The hulking figure above you grunts in agreement. You cry as you realize she has no intention of helping you in the least. “She has a pretty voice too…Take care of my Tommy, girl!” She warns, glaring down at you. “Tommy. Get'er to pop out a few farmhands, will you?" All blood drains from your face. They…want you to…what? Tommy carries you down into a dark, creepy basement. You almost puke. You see dead bodies hanging from hooks and dismembered limbs and bones strewn about….is that Edd? You're carried down a hallway and into a room. The room is empty besides a dirty mattress in a corner. He throws you on the mattress and begins to undress you immediately.

You scream and try to stop him, but he's just too strong. "P-Please stop!" You cry. Tears flow down your cheeks and you hiccup. Tommy leans down and wipes away your tears, not calming you in the slightest. He strips you down to your bra and panties and takes a good look at you, drinking up your body. You can see the lust in his eyes. He grunts in excitement and removes his bloody apron. You curl your body up and hide yourself from him. He softly strokes your cheek and hugs you like you're a teddy bear. He's oddly gentle, but you feel he's losing patience. He taps your shoulder a few times, silently urging you to show yourself to him. when you don't, his taps become a little harder. He grunts in annoyance. He presses himself into you, trying to get closer. You feel his hard cock through his pants and try to shuffle back.

He grunts in frustration, yanking your arm and knees apart, forcing your body to reveal. You need to do something!…" Please,… don't hurt me, Tommy" He only stares into your eyes. You can see emotions swirl in his eyes before he lets go of you and stomps out of the room. Looks like he's giving you time to cooperate. You bring your hands to your face and sob. You look up. You have to get out of here! You hope to god you can do this. You get up and tip-toe towards the door as quietly as you can. You slowly open it and slide it open just enough for you to fit through, which proves to be quite difficult as it's very heavy. You don't know how the monster did it before.

You continue to quietly make your way down the dark hallway, missing the dark shadow to your side. You try not to look around too much at the carnage before making your way up the stairs. You find the window you previously broke now boarded up. You take a deep breath, preparing to make a run for the front door. You haven't heard anyone yet so you think you're still in the clear. You make it to the front door and just as you're about to try and open it, your body is slammed against the wall, your breath knocked out of you. You cough and groan. You feel dizzy. You look up to see Tommy staring down at you with a look of anger. Was he waiting for you to try to escape?

You grit your teeth before lifting your knee to knee him in the crotch, but he anticipates it and grabs your leg, lifting it. He makes space for himself between your legs and lets his large hands roam your bare midriff and up to your breasts where he proceeds to rip off your bra, revealing your chest to him. You whimper in pain and try to hide yourself, earning yourself a shove into the wall, banging your head slightly.

The corners of your eyes go dark for a few moments. Your head stops spinning when he leans down and slides his tongue up your cheek. His other hand reaches down and roughly grabs at your clothed cunt. He makes sounds of excitement once again. Saying you're terrified would be an understatement. You feel his fingers cup and wiggle around down there, not knowing what to do, but liking the feeling of doing it.

You again try to shove him off as best you can. He grunts in annoyance and moves the hand previously on your chest up to your throat. Your whimpers and please turn into choked gasps and gurgles as he squeezes. He gets even closer and you can feel something hard rub against your lower stomach. "Get her, Tommy, get her!" You hear from behind him. He grunts in response and tears off your underwear. He brings it to his nose and inhales. His eyes roll back a bit as if smelling the most heavenly scent imaginable.

You now realize he's probably never held a woman before and he's completely deprived of any sort of warm human touch. "Common, Tommy, gimme that! You get to have her, the least I should get is her undies!" His brother pleads. Tommy contemplates holding the small bit of cloth in front of him before tossing it back, which his brother catches and desperately presses to his face, moaning into the fabric like it's an oxygen mask.

Tommy grabs your hair and begins dragging you back down to the basement. You scream in pain and grab onto his hand for any relief as you're forced to the ground. "No! Please! Ahh Stop!" You cry out. He drags your naked body down the blood-crusted steps and makes his way back to the room you dread. He tosses you onto the mattress once again. By the time you manage to get up on your knees, you hear a clinking sound and turn to see him undoing his belt.

You crawl into the corner as he gets on his knees before you, his shadow casting over you. He unbuttons his shirt and lets it fall off. You now know that trying to inflict pain on him is futile. Muscles that scream he could crush you like a soda can. Not only is he as big as a fridge, but he also looks like an off-season pro wrestler. You can see a very prominent bulge struggling to free itself. The size of the tent itself is intimidating.

His eyes lock on yours as he slowly unzips his belt and frees his aching cock. You look away and feel his weight settle on the bed closer to you. You can feel his heavy breathing on the side of your face. He grabs your legs and yanks you beneath him, positioning himself at your entrance. You feel his bulbous tip rub up and down your folds. "Please…" Your eyes widen and you trail off as your eyes lower to what's prodding at your cunt. You want to look away, but morbid curiosity wins. It's almost unbelievable. His cock like himself, is too big. It's long, very thick and veiny. It looks like a beer can. You can just tell he's smiling under his mask.

He slowly pushes the tip in. You try to scoot back, but he grips your hips with his massive hands and pushes forward, but fails entry, seeming too big. He grunts in frustration. He tries again, this time managing to push the tip in. You scream. It hurts so bad. "No, y-you're too big!" you gasp, squirming in place. He holds your hips tighter and continues pushing forward, impaling you on his cock, all the way to the base.

Your mind blanks. You're unable to think cohesively. You're in so much pain. He lets out a groan of pleasure and doesn't wait for you to adjust to his size and just starts moving. It feels like your organs are moving around to accommodate his massive size. You look down to see a large bulge in your lower stomach. You whimper and groan as he thrusts. "W-why?" You croak. He looks up at you before lifting your knees, pressing them to your chest and leaning on you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you feel him push deeper into your womb, the tip of his cock threatening to push through your cervix. He nuzzles his face into the side of your neck, cooing softly to you affectionately while playing with your hair as if to say 'I love you'.

You cry beneath him, moans being forced from your lips as his hips plow into yours. Tommy grabs your breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. You can hear him making happy sounds of some sort between grunts. He suddenly picks you up and gets off the bed with you in his arms, skewering you on his cock. He raises you up and down like a human fleshlight. You uncontrollably moan into his shoulder. His hands grope your ass as he starts to force you up and down faster. It feels good. You can't help but feel shame.

He grunts loudly and forces himself as deep as he can. You whine as you feel a rush of hot cum flow into you. Rope after rope, he fills you up. You feel so hot inside. Your stomach bloats from the sheer volume he fucked into you. He pants and looks at you, rubbing your cheek with his. He slowly lifts you off his cock, cum pouring from your abused cunt before setting you down on the mattress. He covers you with a thick warm blanket and brushes your hair from your face, stroking it with his thumb lovingly. If you knew this was gonna be a one-way trip, you would've brought some pillows.

[vermilionsun]

Hellooo may I request more nsfw content with Mhin

We're so down bad

Disclaimer! Once again, I will not be specifying what Mhin has down there. Use your imagination <3

Mhin

aka the grouchy freelancer

🕊 First of all, it’s important for them to know they're 100% safe. Mhin has major trust issues (which is understandable given their past experiences), so building a strong foundation of trust is crucial for them to fully open up physically and mentally.

🕊 Soft sex

Slow, sensual movements and gentle touches. The soft caresses of fingertips over skin sending shivers down their spine, breaths mingling in the quiet space. 

🕊 Face–sitting

I believe I have mentioned oral in the previous part, but P L E A S E  talk them into it. They will be shaking in no time and won’t be able to properly balance themselves for a couple of days. Half of their problems will be solved (t̶e̶s̶t̶e̶d̶ a̶n̶d̶ a̶p̶p̶r̶o̶v̶e̶d̶) (unless you’re Leander).

🕊 RIDING. MAKE THEM RIDE YOU.

🕊 Positions

Missionary is better for them, since they have more control of their movements. T̶h̶e̶y̶ m̶i̶g̶h̶t̶ a̶g̶r̶e̶e̶ i̶n̶ a̶s̶s̶ u̶p̶-̶f̶a̶c̶e̶ d̶o̶w̶n̶, b̶u̶t̶ w̶i̶l̶l̶ b̶e̶ b̶a̶r̶e̶l̶y̶ c̶o̶n̶s̶c̶i̶o̶u̶s̶ b̶y̶ t̶h̶e̶ e̶n̶d̶ o̶f̶ i̶t̶.

🕊 Lights

Lights remain on. It helps Mhin be more aware, yet if the relationship has reached a certain level of trust, dimming the lights or even turning them off completely is an option. They'll focus better on other senses, like touch and sound.

🕊 Thigh Humping

Set them gently on your lap and let them go at it. It’s more subconscious than not, and every time they realise, they still themselves, unless the other continues to sweetly coax them into continuing.

🕊 Breeding.

HolD oN I sAy. I think they’d enjoy the feeling of being full (despite their physical capabilities).

🕊 Slight Spanking

On the thighs and possibly the front. The light pain and slight tinge of red have so much potential to fluster them.

🕊 Marking

In places where only they can see. Else, they will find a way to cover themselves. They won’t be caught dead with those visible to anyone else. But they do enjoy being reminded of what went down, with the marks as proof.

🕊 Nipple play

P L A Y W I T H T H E I R T I T S. They’re so. incredibly. sensitive. The whines and moans are immediate, they will be squirming the second their nipples are touched. Twist them, pull on them, SUCK THEM FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING—

🕊 AGAINST THE WALL

🕊 BATHTUB

Lay down with the warm water surrounding you and Mhin on top of you, breathing steadily, the smell of the shampoo filling the air. Mhin nuzzling closer, almost purring as you run your fingers through their snow white hair.

[sysakiddo]

we are SO BACK baby. is Sebchal alive?? Have I succeeded in the CPR?

ao3(with some notes), 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Before lunch, Max is trying to catch up on the lost sleep in the lounge chair. Daniel is swimming with long, strong strokes that smoothly break the water’s surface and barely make any sound. When he dives up and sees Max, planes of milky skin on show, his mouth waters. Max's nose had already started to turn red, and his sunglasses were doing nothing to hide that. 

Max thinks about joining him for a split second, but last night's dream still lives at the back of his head. He breathes in the smell of chlorine, and another memory flashes, him trying to resurface, legs and arms tied, lungs on fire from the lack of oxygen. 

“Cover your tits, Max!” Charles yells across the terrace, framing his mouth with his hands so he's louder. Max doesn't even stir. 

Anne is sitting on a chair, typing away on her computer. Her phone rings and she starts chattering in quick Dutch, something Daniel doesn't even try to decipher. Max, however, sits up when she hangs up. 

“He gave you an E?” he asks, his voice scratchy. 

Anne blushes and nods once. She picks up the drink Charles has poured for her but doesn't drink it. “I guess he didn't really-” 

“Well, that's bullshit. You told me what you would write about and made some great points.” Max stands up, and the shadow from his figure stretches all the way to Daniel. 

Anne sighs and lets Max sit down on the chair next to her. “It's not that bad, Max. He did have some valid criticism-” 

“Honestly, fuck him.” His shoulders are hunched, and his lips are forming a thin line. Daniel's stomach tightens at seeing him like this. 

“I need to try harder. My classmates-” 

Max scoffs. “It's just that, you know, they are all so-” she continues, her voice wobbly now. “I feel like I need to do three times more just to be able to play with them at the sandpit.” 

It always felt stupid to Max to talk to her about the glass ceiling and feminism when he was a white man from a wealthy family. After all, the only other woman here was Pierre's girlfriend. She still hasn't introduced herself to them. 

“Maybe we should introduce her to Mlinarević.” Charles quips beside them and rolls his eyes when Max immediately scrunches his nose. 

“What about Susie?” Daniel asks from where he is leaning on his forearms in the pool. 

Anne nods. “She's nice, yeah. But she's been trying to persuade me to change my nationality for over a year now.” 

“Yeah, we have to figure out something different.” 

Daniel exits the pool, and the water swooshes in short, quick waves. “Maybe you should just drop out,” 

“Daniel!” Max hushes him and Daniel smirks, shaking his hair just beside him so the droplets fall on Max's heated skin. 

Anne just shoots him a smile and turns back to her computer. Max, however, isn't going to let him get away with it. He stands up and pushes into him just as Daniel leans over to get the towel. He falls into the pool with a loud splash, laughing as he resurfaces. 

“Maybe don't try to persuade my mentee to drop out of school, yeah?” Max says, but this time, he is smiling. 

“She's right, though,” Alex unexpectedly joins the conversation. “Poli sci students are assholes.” 

| 

Daniel and Sebastian are put on the market duty for the day. Daniel doesn't mind, thankful for some alone time with the older man.

They walk around the market in silence for a while, Sebastian looking for asparagus and Daniel for some fruits. It's buzzing with life at this time and the smell of lavender is ever-present. Sebastian is the first to speak right after Daniel manages to buy the green apples that Max likes. Daniel thinks they are too sour. “What did he say about Beijing?” 

Daniel purses his lips. “He was very humble with the word count. More of a horrified-facial expression-situation,” 

Seb smirks. “He's going to talk to Jos about it, but I know he doesn't want to go.” Daniel feels his voice tightening and he coughs a little to clear it. 

“It would be a career suicide not to go,” 

Daniel puts on his sunglasses even though the sun is not directly above them just yet. “It's going to be a career suicide for him to go.” 

Sebastian stops by the stand with the asparagus, smiling winningly. “Max is still so young. He can wait a bit.” 

“I think, listen, just between us,” Daniel says in a hushed voice. “They are trying to get him into politics - again. And for the first time, it seems like he would consider it. He thinks he's doing a great job hiding it from me.” 

Sebastian hands him the asparagus he bought and doesn't grace Daniel's gossip with an answer.

“You know something.” Daniel accuses him after he stays quiet for just a bit too long. 

The blond just shrugs, says some French pleasantries to the merchant and turns to look at him. “Sorry, Daniel, you don't have clearance for that.” 

Daniel rolls his eyes and puckers his lips in an annoyed expression. “Yeah, you can fuck right off,” He looks at Seb's tanned hands, the ring-less fingers and shifts to an offense. “Any development in the tortured lovers saga?” 

“Well, funny you should ask. Yesterday,” Sebastian says with a small smile on his lips. “I told Charles I had feelings for him.” 

Daniel whips around so fast that he gets a whiplash. “What?” he yells out and immediately hears a low grumble in French. 

Sebastian has the nerve to just nod. 

“AND?” Daniel is so loud Sebastian shushes him, rolling his eyes. 

“He said he doesn't care,” he continues only after they move on to another stand, this one with strawberries.

“What?” Daniel mouths soundlessly, shocked. 

By now, Sebastian is blushing a bit. “He said he already knew I had feelings for him-” 

Daniel makes a sound but doesn't speak in fear of spooking Sebastian into silence. 

“But-” Seb sighs, observing the strawberries with the eye of a professional. “He doesn't care because he also knows I don't want to do anything about it. Said he could see I'd not decided to do anything about it and he wasn't interested in mind games. But he told me he would always say yes if I asked.” 

“Oh my god,” Daniel whispers like the gossip he is. “This is the most absurd thing I have ever heard!” he says nonsensically, realising it's not true at all. “How do you feel about that?” 

Sebastian stops in his tracks, thinking mutely for a second. “I'm happy. Really, really happy.” 

He smiles, handing the strawberries to Daniel, who takes them, not even trying to hide his astonishment. He can't wait to have a debrief about this with Max.

[thekrows-nest]

I scenario I just thought of with my dove that is kinda funny but also kinda ✨a n g s t✨

Imagine Krow trying to kidnap Gabriel or being really unhinged/possessive and Gabriel literally being a detective that can legally carry weapons just pulls out a glock and is all like "Listen here you short little shit-" 💀

Little short shit nhdabfghdf

TW for guns, implied violence

Aight I see that and raise you:

Krow seeing this, and even in his... very unhinged, deranged and very much lacking sanity state, just gives an eerie smile to Gabriel, seemingly unfazed by them drawing out the weapon. Krow is slowly raising his hands, almost as if to surrender (is that what he is doing? Please?) but instead, Gabriel only watches, with some degree of horror, as the now green eyed artist curls his fingers around the barrel of the pistol. That manic looking smile still on his face, his fangs in clear view.

"A-and...? W-will you s-shoot me? Right here?" He asks, guiding the gun with his hands to point under his chin, "here, and the b-blood splatters, f-falling like rose petals a-around us? E-even if I d-die, I will still be here with you. Always."

And if Gabriel is sufficiently unnerved by this (and somehow hasn't pulled the trigger), that would be when Krow quickly wrestles the gun away from them (oh, how frightfully strong he is, for one so unassuming), grabbing them in a hold before tossing away the weapon with a sigh. "W-won't be needing that. S-sorry, my B-Beloved. B-but not for that."

Something covers Gabriel's mouth and nose then, and a sudden strong, sickly sweet smell starts to overwhelm the senses. There might be a struggle, but gods, how was he so strong? "Rest now, r-rest. Shhh..."

[paganwitchisis]

"The Price of Freedom" Chapter Ten (End)

Chapter 10: Planning for the Future   

Rated E for EXPLICIT!!

Word count: 3,192

Warnings for full story: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT! Abuse, torture, smut, oral sex, rape, healing, beatings, dismemberment, breeding kink, act 3 spoilers, canon divergence, blood, violence, graphic depictions, (It is Cazador after all), Pregnancy

Last chapter - Here

This is the final chapter!!

AO3 link is here!

This whole fanfiction is 18 plus!!

Tav woke the next morning sore but satisfied. The gentle light pouring in from the window of their room stirred her to this realm. Tav didn’t have to ask where Astarion was as she was flush against him, her rump to his groin as he cradled her from the outside. Tav opened her eyes slowly to the blinding light and the rich baritone voice she loved so much.

“Good morning, darling.”

Tav smiled and looked behind her to see Astarion awake and reading, his deep ruby eyes piercing her soul as he gazed at her. Tav turned in his arms so her breasts were pushed up against his chest, the light blanket they used covering their lower half but exposing their chests to the air. Tav intertwined her legs with his and kissed him lightly in response.

“Seems like you had a good night.” Tav purred in his arms, her eyes taking a glimpse at what Astarion was reading. He was reading a book on pregnancy.

“The best. The most important person to me said they would marry me… That, and we kind of went at it five times last night.”

Tav sighed dramatically “Five orgasms does not mean five times. They may have happened at different times, but…”

“I’m pulling your leg.” Astarion chuckled “I’m just proud I could make you so responsive, my love.”

Tav rolled her eyes and replied jokingly. “It’s the hormones. Gods, we need another bath. I feel like I am bathed in your come.”

“Isn’t that what you wanted?”  

Tav thought a moment and sat up.“Well yes, but I can’t go out questing while sticky from your ejaculate.”

Astarion barked out a laugh and grimaced close to the same time. Her word choice seemed like it needed some help. “Can you not call it ejaculate? This isn’t the Society of Brilliance, my love. I’m not being studied, so there is no reason to use scientific terms.”

“Fine, fine. Next time, I’ll call it semen.”

Tav laughed as Astarion groaned, putting on a show of placing his hand to his face as if he had a headache.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” Astarion joked as he sat up, hooked an arm around Tav’s chest, and brought her back down into the bed with a string of giggles. Tav giggled and laughed as Astarion pulled Tav back into his arms, tickling her in the process.

“My, my! Would you look at that! Our mighty leader can be felled by feather like brushes on her stomach. Whatever shall I do with that information.” Astarion gave an insidious smirk as he leered at his fiance.

“What would buy your silence?”

“Well…”

KNOCK, KNOCK.

Astarion scowled, sighed, and got up. Both himself and Tav threw on their clothes, Tav still drenched in her partner’s essence. Astarion smiled when he could smell the strong aroma coming from her or how she navigated putting on her clothes to avoid more of it spilling out. ‘Mine.’ was all Astarion could think as this beautiful woman got dressed. Astarion was staring so much that it concerned Tav, who reminded him on the person behind their door. If it wasn’t important, he was going to toss them into the Chionthar.

Astarion reached the door, looked back at Tav to ensure she was dressed, and unlocked it. As soon as Astarion saw who it was, he side-stepped out of the way to let Shadowheart in. Shadowheart scowled, held her nose briefly, and commented.

“It smells like sex in here. You two? Really? Ugh…”

Astarion smiled and made sure to support Tav as she was beginning to lean against the vampire. Shadowheart held a box in her hand and a scroll.

“Do you have the spell?”  Astarion couldn’t help himself in asking.

“Yes, but only as a scroll. It would have taken too long to learn the whole spell.” Shadowheart commented as she gently led Tav to the messy bed and sat her down on it. Shadowheart looked at the bed with disgust and remained standing. Astarion followed his fiance to the bed and sat down next to her, a smirk never leaving his face. If Shadowheart had the scroll, did this mean…?

“Will she? I mean…”

“Yes. I have the tongue that Gale was so nice to put on ice and stasis for us. Now, give me a moment. This is a rather tricky spell.” Shadowheart opened the box that contained Tav’s appendage and held the box out to Tav. “I’m going to need you to hold it in place, I’m afraid”

Tav went to take hold of the part but recoiled. The memories threatened to overtake her again. What if she remembered her tongue ripped out again? What if she messed up? What if Cazador wasn’t dead and he found them? What if…

Tav was spiraling until Astarion held her close. “Shh. It’s okay. I’m right here. Nothing is going to touch you.” Astarion rocked with Tav until her breathing stabilized and she was no longer in a crisis. Astarion said soothing words and ran his fingers through her scalp to ground the woman. Tav responded positively to the action, curling to the man and inhaling his signature scent. He felt like home to her and it helped her to stop her train of thought and turn to more favorable memories. Tav held Astarion and thought of the graveyard, their passionate trysts, and remembered the time Astarion confessed to her in the shadow lands. Tav eventually calmed down, nestled in the arms of the man she loved.

“I’ll hold it, darling, just close your eyes and open your mouth. You can trust me with this.” Astarion attempted to provide a solution to the problem.  Tav nodded and did as she was asked.

It was jarring to see the damage Cazador inflicted on his fiance. The little bit of tissue that was left was seared shut and looked like it was sawed off even though it was pulled out. Astarion took the tongue, and using both hands, held the appendage until it connected with what tissue was left in Tav’s mouth. Tav was scared as she could feel something foreign in her mouth. It had been only a couple days and yet she felt weird having her own tongue in her mouth.

Shadowheart opened the scroll and unfurled it. She looked over the information and began to speak the words. Shadowheart maintained concentration the entire time and watched as the tongue glowed. Soon, Shadowheart had finished her spell, and the tongue stopped glowing. Astarion looked inside, and to his delight, saw that everything looked normal. She no longer had the tissue or the scar, but a perfectly normal tongue attached back in her mouth.

Astarion couldn’t help what he did next.

Astarion leaned forward and deeply took her lips, his right hand mingling in her hair as her lush lips pressed against his own were soft and supple. His left hand wrapped around her waist and drew her near. Astarion’s tongue sought out her own, and after a few clumsy tries, pressed his tongue up against hers as she took him passionately too. Tav moaned softly, so soundlessly that only Astarion could hear, but that didn’t stop Shadowheart from complaining.

“You two are disgusting. Can’t you wait till I am gone to do that?”

Tav tried to talk, but found it difficult at first. Finally, after attempting a few times, Tav was able to start getting a hold of her facilities.

“Th… Thank you for everything.” Tav struggled to say, quickly remembering how to speak.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just glad we can help you.” Shadowheart replied with a look of remorse. “I’m just sorry we didn’t find you both sooner.”

“You saved us. You all did. Don’t worry about how long it took. We are alive because of you.” Tav was able to say, although she had to stop and start every once in a while.

“Don’t worry? How can I not worry? You were…”

“Hey! That’s enough. There is no use bringing up what she went through. We all know what happened.” Astarion cut Shadowheart off, not willing to remind Tav of the horrors she endured and risk triggering her.

“You’re… You’re right. I’m sorry. I just wish none of this happened.”

“It’s okay. Astarion has been helping me. Everything will be back to normal soon,” Tav partly lied. She was unsure of how long it would take for her to heal, or if she could even heal at all. “You all did the best you could. I’m grateful.”

Shadowheart shook her head but thankfully didn’t argue. She walked to the door and turned to the couple one more time.

“If it means anything, we are sorry regardless of the circumstance. We’re also here for you, both of you. You have friends.”

With that, Shadowheart left and closed the door behind her. Tav wasn’t sure she was ready to go to her friends, because she wasn’t ready for much nowadays. She still struggled greatly when she was with the man she loved. How could she go to her friends when an attack or memory could hit her at any moment? How would her friends be able to calm her? No. Tav decided she would explore her triggers with Astarion, and when she felt ready, she would go to her friends. It wasn’t that she doubted them, she trusted them implicitly, it was just very difficult when the truama was so new.

“How do you feel, darling?” His deep baritone voice shook her out of her thoughts. Tav moved her tongue in her mouth, and as foreign as it felt, she found she had missed talking and kissing with the appendage.

“I’m okay. B… Better than okay.” Tav still struggled with her speech.

“You don’t have to put on a facade for me, you know. I am familiar with trauma, dear, and I know you’re struggling with it.” Astarion still had his hand on her waist, so when he pulled her up to stand, she was unsurprised.

“One moment.” Astarion mentioned before stripping the bed of its sheets. Astarion grabbed new sheets and quickly dressed the bed before laying down and pulling Tav down with him.

“Much better. Now, I can cuddle with you without the threat of my… What’s the word you loved to use? Ejaculate, surrounding us...”

Tav laughed before replying. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“Never.”

“Well, we need a bath if you want to be free of it completely.”

Astarion chuckled and got up slowly from the bed. He made his way to the bath tub on the far side of the room, filling it like he did the night prior. “Your wish is my command, my love.” Astarion laughed as he joked with Tav, who equally laughed at the stupidity of it all. Astarion loved hearing her laugh, the noise brought joy to him and he was glad he could offer her a small reprieve from her daily struggles.

“You’re right, you know.” Tav called out from the bed as Astarion put fine oil into the tub to enrich their skin and give them a faint jasmine smell.

“On what, my dear?”

“I am struggling with the trauma. I can’t stop thinking about him and everything that happened,” Tav spoke perfectly, her use of her tongue coming back to her “I have nightmares.”

“I know. I am awake most of the time you are asleep and I can tell the subtle differences in your body. The way you breathe, your heart rate, and even the blood and where it is flowing. I know if you’re aroused or in fear. I’m here to help, my love.”

Tav sat up slowly and walked over to Astarion who finished with the tub.

“I know, and it’s another reason I love you.” Tav said as she circled her arms around his lilthe waist from behind. Astarion turned around and pulled Tav against him, bending down to kiss her once again. Astarion nibbled a little on her bottom lip before Tav opened her mouth enough for Astarion to glide his tongue against Tav’s warm one. Everything about Tav was so warm and inviting compared to Astarion’s undead cool flesh.  Astarion dragged his tongue against hers and tasted her in a way only he knew he could. Astarion pressed harder against her lips and kissed her like a man possessed. He missed her terribly, and felt he could never get enough of her. Before he knew it, he felt a familiar tapping on his shoulder and he pulled away.

“Sorry, honey, but I still need to breathe.” Tav replied to his unsaid question after she regained her breath.

“I never want to stop doing that.” Astarion muttered before giving one more quick peck to her lips.

Astarion began shedding his clothes for the bath, stopping only to help Tav once in a while. Once both were bare, Astarion stepped into the bath, secretly loving the idea of getting warm baths as it warmed up his skin. This was one of the few times he felt alive. Tav joined soon afterwards, and sat on Astarion’s lap, much to his insistence.

 “There, sit down on your second throne.” Astarion joked while he brought the wash cloth up to Tav’s shoulder and he carefully cleaned around the engraving.

“Second throne? Which is my first?” Tav laughed and went with the joke. Astarion raised his knees so Tav could lay back against them. Astarion now washed Tav’s face and neck, slowly making his way south as he used his soap, ensuring Tav would smell like him.

“Why, on my face, of course.” Astarion said with a salacious smirk, earning him a playful light slap against his left arm. It was so light he didn’t even feel it. Astarion laughed and kissed Tav’s collarbone.

“Is it really so bad that I want your throne to be pleasurable?” Astarion had cleared the breasts and was working on her stomach and arms at this point as he wiped away dirt and grime from their night together.

“No, but we just had sex a few hours ago. Don’t tell me you’re wanting again?”

Astarion laughed “No, my sweet, I just don’t want you to feel pain ever again. I know it is a fruitless endeavor, but I’d rather give you endless orgasms than have you march into battle, and… and…” Astarion clamped his mouth shut, unwilling and unwanting to continue the sentence.  Tav brought her hands up to his face and cupped his cheeks.

“Nothing more will happen… Not with you by my side.” Tav smirked and kissed his forehead. Astarion long since finished with Tav’s soiled body and was enjoying Tav’s ministrations. She was returning the favor as she bathed his sore body.  Astarion let out a moan and closed his eyes.

“No one will dare hurt you. If they do…” Astarion growled, but it became muffled when Tav kissed him.

“We have many battles still ahead of us, but nothing like Cazador will happen again, honey. We’re a good team together, we can overcome anything.”

Astarion nodded and moaned when Tav used the sponge behind his ears. Tav smiled and nipped at the earlobe.

“Now, now, darling, unless you want me to take you here and now, I’d suggest laying off my ears. You’re more than welcome to them some other time though. It felt so good.” Astarion purred, Tav’s sponge now washing his hard and sculpted chest. Astarion leaned in to her actions and continued to speak.

“This somehow feels more intimate than sex.”

“Maybe because it is. Aftercare is important, and you’ve been taking care of me the whole time.” Tav began working on Astarion’s feet, massaging them and pressing into the ball of his foot as he moaned. Tav took her palm and rubbed the heel, tweaking the pressure just enough to massage the muscles. Astarion let his head drift back in pleasure as Tav then began messaging his calves, his thighs, and then purposely avoided the junction to massage his chest and shoulders. Astarion found himself whimpering from these actions. His cock was half hard by the time Tav was working on his back and neck.

“That feels divine.” Astarion mumbled.  

“You deserve it.”  Tav replied. Astarion wanted to retort right away, but yelped instead as Tav found a rather large knot on his shoulder blade that she was working through.

“Sorry!” Tav felt guilty for causing pain to her fiance, but when Astarion turned around and kissed her, her apology was swallowed from her before she could utter a word.

Tav was startled when she felt strong hands curve around her back end and lift her out of the tub. She wasn’t as startled, however, to see Astarion grab some towels and pat dry her down.

“I have a surprise for you.” Astarion murmured against her ear, their bodies flush and bare to each other still.

Astarion pulled away and went to the side table on his side of the bed. He pulled out what appeared to be cloth, and returned, holding it up for her to see. Tav looked at the garment in question, and was blown away. It was rich in colors of hues of red and blue, but the garment was made of silk. It looked expensive, and Tav didn’t have to ask where he got it, she knew considering the circumstance. Tav took the piece and felt how smooth the fabric was. Tav looked at the fabric and realized at once, there were two! 

“I can change the words if you like, but I hope you don’t mind.” Astarion shyly whispered.

Tav separated the pieces and looked at the cover to see names. Two names...

‘Thalion Ancunin’ was written on one of them and the other said ‘Ashera Ancunin’ .

“Thalion means ‘steadfast’, and I figured any little boy of ours would be. His sister’s name means ‘goddess’. If she is anything like you, she will be. I don’t know what gender our child is, but I figured it didn’t hurt to be prepared.” Astarion whispered as if the words themselves could disappear.

“Are you aiming for two children, Astarion?” Tav asked curiously.

“If you’d let me, I’d sire an army” Astarion joked. “As long as our child, or, Gods preserve us, children are healthy. That is all I care about.”

Tav gave him a kiss, and the couple spent some time discussing the baby names.  It would take a long time to heal, but Tav felt safe and secure that she could heal because she had Astarion by her side. One day they would be married. One day, she would heal, but right now? Tav and Astarion were safe in each other’s arms as they planned a future they never thought of before. A future of promise and love.

[not-a-seagull]

PRISON CELL – 07: “Contraband”

Background: Prison Cafeteria.

Music: BGM 018

Guard: No dawdling! Get your food and sit down… Oi, you! Come here!

Eiden: Me? Seriously? What now?

Guard: Something tells me you’re hiding something. Get up against the wall.

Eiden: Wha—?!

Nervous Inmate: Here we go again… Meal time sure sucks for the new guy.

Spectating Inmate: Like i said, once that guard has it in for you, you’re toast! Besides, the newbie makes an easy target.

Nervous Inmate: Tell me about it… If only we could all be like that big hunk of beef over there. Just look at him, even standing still he’s pretty terrifying…

Quincy: ……

Guard: Stop moving!

Eiden: W-Whoa… Do you really have to touch me there? I don’t even have any pockets down… Hey! Where’s your supervisor? I wanna file a complaint…

Guard: Hah, busted!

As if finding a long-lost treasure, the guard pulls the small package from Eiden’s pocket and unwraps it to find a small bundle of sweet smelling cookies.

Guard: I knew you were hiding something! Thought you were clever, did you? I’ll be taking these…

Eiden: Please, I’m begging you, have a little sympathy. My cook made those for me… I haven’t tasted them in so long…

Eiden: At least leave me half… No, just one, maybe two? Please don’t eat them all, or else…

Guard: Hah! Think you can order me around, do you? Watch this! One, two, three…

Eiden: Wait, stooop! Please! Don’t—

A broad grin spreads across the guard’s face at the sight of the newcomer’s displeasure.

One by one, he picks up the cookies and stuffs them into his mouth until not a single crumb remains.

(Very Gross and crunchy sound of chewing)

Guard: *gulp*! All gone! Pretty tasty too…

Guard: … Ugh?!

Music: None.

Eiden: Uh-oh, looks like it’s working…

Guard: W-What are you talking about?

Music: BGM 014

Eiden: Having a little stomach trouble? Remember, I tried to stop you…

Guard: W-What did I just eat?! Tell me right now!

Panicking, the guard swings his baton. But the intense pain in his gut affects his aim, and Eiden dodges with ease.

Eiden: I wouldn’t do that if I were you… The effects of certain drugs get worse the more you move around, you know?

Eiden: Hmm, when it comes to my special homebrew poison, spinning slowly on the spot, three times left, three times right, normally slows the spread…

Guard: D-Dammit, I’m spinning, I’m spinning… Hurry up and gimme the antidote! Ughhh…

The guard turns white as a sheet as he clumsily rotates on the spot. 

Eiden: Hold on, what are you doing? I haven’t told you what was in the cookies yet.

Eiden: To be honest, I’ve been a little blocked up lately, so I asked my cook to add some extra-strong laxatives… No biggie!

Guard: E-Extra strong… laxatives? You little… You’ll pay for this…

Eiden: Looks like you’re about ready to burst… Might I suggest heading to the bathroom before we all witness something pretty disturbing?

Guard: Y-You’ll regret this…!

Dripping with sweat, the guard, buttocks clenched, rushes from the cafeteria to a roar of rapturous laughter from the assembled inmates.

Spectating Inmate: Hah! Gyahahaha!

Nervous Inmate: Did you see the look on his face? Absolutely priceless!

Excited Inmate: Nicely done, newcomer! You got a name?

Eiden: (Whew, I sure hope that was enough to earn their acceptance… And more importantly…)

Quincy: ……

Background: None. (close up of Eiden’s face) (close up of Quincy’s face)

Eiden: (Hehe, how about that, huh?)

Quincy: ……

Background: Prison cafetería.

Eiden: (Still ignoring me!?)

Eiden: (At least he [the guard] didn’t find the pouch hidden in my sock… Now, time for my next move…)

Spectating Inmate: Hey, where’re you going? You better grab some food quick, or there’ll be nothin’ left!

Eiden: Don’t worry, I’m just going to wash up…

(Eiden exits scene.)

Quincy: ……

Quincy: (Little devil… What is he up to now?)

Background: None. (White)

Music: None. (Loud sound of glass shattering)

Quincy: ……?!

Suddenly, the inmates hear a series of explosions coming from outside. A thick cloud of smoke follows, rapidly filling the cafeteria.

Cafeteria Guard: Hey… What’s going on over there?!

Inmates: So much smoke… Is this place on fire!?

Cafeteria Guard: You lot! Grab a bucket and follow me! The rest of you, stay seated and don’t move a muscle!

The on-duty guards rush to find the source of the smoke, leaving just one behind to guard the cafeteria door.

Background: Prison cafeteria (with smoke overlay.)

Shouts of “Silence!” and “Sit down!” have little effect.

A murmur soon ripples through the seated inmates, with some standing up and craning their necks for a better view of the situation.

Quincy: ……

(sound of footsteps)

Eiden: Hehe, like clockwork!

Quincy: The explosions, the smoke… Your doing?

Eiden: Sure, but the real credit goes to Aster’s magic pellets— smash ‘em on the floor and let them work their magic!

Eiden: The red ones make a loud bang, the white ones release a ton of smoke, and I hear the purple ones really stink up the place…

Eiden: So if you keep ignoring me, I might just have to throw a few down right here. Oh, and I’ll make sure the guards know this was all your doing, of course.

Quincy: ……

Eiden: Or… you can fight me, right here, right now.

Eiden: Who knows how long they’d keep us in solitary? Then our hands would really be tied…

Quincy: … Little devil…

Eiden: You see how much trouble I went to…? ready to tell me why you’re here?

End of Chapter.

Sources:

Background Images: NU Carnival wiki.

Transcript: did it myself, with the help of this video.

Last chapter: Prison Cell 06 | Next chapter: Prison Cell 08

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[GDAB] The Librarian's assistant

w/usual lighting. (click for better quality, goddamn it tumblr)

daytime lighting applied. ☆BASIC INFO☆ Full Name: Rueben "Marshall" Olmeda, Rueben D'mico, Rufus Gallatin, Rueben Green, Rue, Rueben Olmeda Nicknames: Rueben, Rue, Sandwich man. Physical Age: 42. Chronological age: 71 Gender: "Male" + Xenos (doesn't really think about it too hard anymore) pronouns: He/him/it/its* *As time progresses, it'll be using it/Its more. Sexuality: Omnisexual, Greyromantic Birthday: 5/2/1952 Species: Human, but that's about to [REDACTED.] Ethnicity: Mexican-American Languages Spoken: English [Fluent] Spanish [Knows some, but unfortunately is quite disconnected from his culture.]

¤PHYSICAL APPEARANCE¤ Height: 4’7 (HAHAHAHAHAHHA WHY ARE YOU SO SMALL) Weight: 157 ibs Hair Color: haha he’s bald Eye Color: under them glasses? Orange. Skin Color: Vanta black Battle Marks(Scars, missing body parts, etc.): [Redacted] [Redacted] Some on his arms and one small bite mark on his shoulder. Type of teeth(Normal, fangs,etc): Normal lol. Type of eyes(Abnormal pupil shapes and such): They are orange and they occasionally glow in the dark. Other Forms: hHahshaahdgdggdgsggs Facial Shape: Triangular surprisingly.

Body Shape: Lil man. Additional Notes: He’s incredibly short, also suffers from chronic pain.

~PERSONALITY~

(God I hate writing this part ) Brief Description:

- b o o m e r brain 40 year old body

- Complaint city. Will chatter your goddamn ear off if you give him the opportunity. - Hypocritical. Often, Rueben will go against HIS own advice and morals. Especially when it comes to the killing of intruders. Which, he does have moral qualms against but is very much complicit for his own personal reasons. - Gullible. Not anymore.

- Standoffish. He can come off as hostile or cold if you don’t know him or your not apart of his family. This can range from general saltine cracker to absolutely murderously so given the scenario.

- Brutally honest. Hates lying to people and hates sparing people’s emotions.

- Skeptical. Doesn’t trust anyone as far as he can throw them. Constantly double-guessing people's and even his own. Especially towards strangers.

- Scholarly. Loves to discover new things about the world and learning new things all the time. - Bibliophile. In the same area as scholarly Not an understatement. He loves his books. Do not touch his books.

- Temperamental. Though not surface level, Rueben has been know to get angry and stay angry for a very long time if the right switches are flipped.

- Conspiracy theorist. He wants to see them aliens.

- Ambivert. Loves to talk! Good luck getting him in a social situation where he can!

- Nurturing. Though he won’t ever admit this, he does love to take care of others he does get close with.

- Always open to development -

First Impression: Distant, Withdrawn, Bitter (intruder) Loud, Chatty, Eccentric (Entity) Once you get to know them: Eccentric, Lonely, Still really loud lmao Default Expression: Frowning or grimacing with a hint of skepticism. MBTI Personality Type: INTJ-T Extrovert, Introvert, or Ambivert?: Ambivert Alignment(lawful evil, chaotic good, etc): Chaotic neutral/True neutral. Habits: Chewing on pencils, Napping, reading a book. Fears: - Losing Figure - Accidentally pissing off the Hotel - [ REDACTED ] - Figure finding out about [ REDACTED ] - Breaking his [ REDACTED ] - Figure killing him on accident - People FINDING OUT about the hotel - People FINDING OUT about Figure - People FINDING OUT about Him or [ REDACTED ] - Being accidentally killed by an entity - Really loud sounds - Asphodels Intelligence: 8.7/10 Pet Peeves: - People treating his or Figure's books badly - POLLEN - Any “Flowery” smells - Strong smells in general - Repetitive sounds made from people - The sound of coughing - RUSH - When one of his projects goes wrong - When people doubt his intelligence - Anyone standing behind him for too long - THUNDERSTORMS (makes his chronic pain worse) - Figure when it doesn't bath for a week and comes into the room "smellin like the devil's ass hole!"

[BC]》BELIEFS《

Religion: Not religious/agnostic Thoughts on government: ‘FUCK EM!’ Not a big fan. Thoughts on people in general: He mostly just sticks to his own people nowadays. Moral: While Rueben does know a clear distinction between right and wrong, he often ignores it due to the circumstances. Do they believe in: Ghosts?: Y E P. (He’s gonna date one.) Aliens?: Yep. Cryptids?: Yep. Conspiracy theories?: Yep. Anything else I didn't mention?: Nope. Superstitions: H a t e s flowers because he believes their back luck. (Plus he’s allergic to pollen.)

Also tries not to touch the hotel walls because he believes that it could try and reach out to grab him.

•°SPEECH°•

Voice Description: Super husky and tough sounding. Head-Canon Voice: John Marston (Red dead Redemption 2) 92% accuracy just a bit older sounding. Accent: Western???? Speech Patterns: Do they parrot people? (repeat phrases other people say): Most used phrases/words: Slang they use: Too many to put here. Swearing?: Yes, but not often and if it does its usually done out of excitement or in a humorous manner. Do they think before they speak?: No. Do they worry about accidentally offending someone with their words?: Depends on who. Movement while speaking (hand gestures etc): Hand gestures. Humor: us

♡LIFE♡

Occupation: Thoughts on occupation: Dream Job: Education: Past Relationships: Current Relationships:Family: Figure (Child) Seek (Child In-Law) Snare (Future Grandchild) Screech (Future Grandchild) That one mystery entity that El-Goblino mentioned (Future Grandchild) ??? ??? ??? Hometown: Current Residence: Room/Housemates: Financial Status: Source of Money: Health: - Currently suffers from chronic pain - Physically unable to have children - Has serious issues with sleep - [ REDACTED ] has also had a serious effect on both his physical and mental health Past Life/Backstory: Current Life: As of current, Rueben lives in a subbasement beneath the library.

Some things are best left in the past.

•●INTERESTS●•

Likes: - Figure :) - Engineering - The sorted chaos that is his room - Reading - The smell wood - Coffee Dislikes: - Dead animals - Harsh smells - Spiders

- People

- (dark) Chocolate Favorite Food: I C E C R E A M or M a r s h m e l l o w s both are locked in an eternal battle against each other in his brain. Favorite Animal: Indecisive. (We'd be here all day but mostly farm animals, such as dogs, runner ducks, Chickens.ect) Favorite Color: Indecisive, Purple or green. Favorite Movie Genre: 🤷 Favorite Book Genre: All of them. Favorite Style of Music: Country (LOVES old western music that tells of American folklore) Least Favorite Food: Least Favorite Animal: Indecisive: Mosquitos, Hogs or coyotes Least Favorite Color: Egg white or Yellow Least Favorite Movie Genre: - Doesn’t watch movies - Least Favorite Book Genre: We’d also, be here all day. Least Favorite Style of Music: New “”””country music”””” Hobbies:

- literally just sits around and reads books all day that’s it.

- Fixing up the hotel and maintaining the lobby

- He’s old guys what did you expect

- Reading

- Quilting

- Farming (he used to do it when Figure was REAAALLY little)

- Occasionally hunting

- Barbecuing

- Book-binding

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FOR AMB + Related aus.

everything will be explained in due time (or never idk)

[rexaleph]

Fruit pt 1 lmao

Back when I was first getting into perfume my assumptions around what was gonna work for me were in the vein of traditional men's fragrances from like when I was a kid and vague ideas around freshness and perhaps coniferous woods. However I'd come across a discussion of Byredo's Pulp and the way people spoke of it as this super strange, polarising, borderline unwearable art piece got me interested, so I tossed a sample of that into my cart, intrigued but expecting not to get it. Ofc I fell in love instantly. It was in fact the only fragrance I ended up liking out of everything I picked going by vibes and word associations, probably bc all of the others smelled of air freshener for the car. So i was like ok, it's fruit for me now, I am a fruit perfume person, and have looked p widely into that fragrance family since. Fig was always a note i was interested in bc it is allegedly central to Pulp, and its plant-like, soft-green juiciness is attractive to me in concept. However! As i started looking towards shifting my lifestyle away from a million samples and decants into a small number of truly beloved bottles, I came to the realization that the only even fruit adjacent thing I was immediately interested in having in a large volume is the fucking grapefruit cologne from Zara. And they don't even usually count citruses as a fruit! So fruit ended up not being my thing in practice, but the thought of it still haunts me. I feel like there should be a fruit for me out there. So i want to spend some time thinking abt the fruity scents that I've tried and maybe figure out where to go from here. I am about to get deeply weird once again.

So to start at the beginning - Pulp by Byredo.

Byredo is a brand with a deeply unappealing aesthetic. When I picture their bottles it is on a glass and gold tray in an influencer's white interior and that is not something I want to associate myself with. But given that the first perfume I fell in love with was one of theirs, I still pay attention to their line.

So Pulp is a very intense, tart, barely sweet fruit. The haters have often said that the fruit smell is fermented and rotten, but I perceive it to be on the other end of the sour fruit spectrum - green and underripe. It suggests maybe an inedibly hard pear. Another major feature - I keep saying "fruit" without specifying, because I struggle to discern anything particular. People will say apple, blackcurrant, citrus, fig. I do perceive the intense opening blackcurrant and maybe apple. Besides the that I get cedarwood, and i guess that woody-green-sweet effect could be a fig note. Pulp does not feel like it evolves much as it wears, but what it does is first fill the space around itself and then settle within minutes, which I think is a quality created by like carrier molecules. (I know of iso e super, which allegedly improves longevity but that would be the opposite effect i think, though i feel like it's in here as well. What i experience w Pulp feels like theres sth that increases volatility, momentarily dragging scent molecules into the air w it. Or theres just a lot of the cassis top note ingredient and much of it evaporates off quickly.)

This room-filling effect is what brings me to the haters' 2nd point that sticks in my mind: Pulp is less like a perfume for a person to wear and more of a large scale air freshener, not even for your home, but for hotel lobbies and shopping malls. And I think this is how I ended up feeling about Pulp - beautiful scent, but I don't want to wear it. There are other perfumes in this post I consider unperfumelike and don't want to wear for their industrial chemical quality, but those actually smell bad to me. I'm not generally concerned w wearability (outside of like not wearing strong or irritating things where people will be forced close to me), I don't think of perfume in terms of daytime vs evening or seasonality, but there is something about Pulp, however much I like it in theory, that makes it unwearable to me. Like whatever I'm looking to wear, be it sweet, fresh, complex, natural-produce-like, loud - Pulp is never the answer. I think what drew me in at first was it's brightnness and intensity, and how different it was from any perfume i had experienced before. I'm wearing it now and it is still impressive, mostly a powerful, mouthwatering blackcurrant; leaves, berries and wood sap. There's another strong natutalistic plant perfume I love - Vetiver Extraordinaire by Frederic Malle. I tried to articulate the vibe i get from it as "you can't fuck me, I'm a tree". Which, I love that for a cold deciduous tree trunk you can't get your arms around. To me right now Pulp also has a strong you can't fuck me aura, though I used to think of it as insanely attractive (the mouth-watering aspect, confusing different kinds of intense sensuality). But i guess being high-pitched, juicy and ultimately friendly and food-like, this is not the unfathomable remote unfuckability of nature; "you can't fuck me i'm covered in berries" is not sth i want to embody. I used to really love the idea of scent-as-art in a vacuum, but now I probably am more concerned with what a perfume can do to create me as i present myself to the world. That mostly excludes unpolishedly naturalistic plants at this point. (Btw a 20 y o coworker who is just starting to get into perfume told me that someone introduced him to Pulp and he loved it so much! It is a good entry point to unisex niche perfume - beautiful, approachable but characterful, different from most designer scents, especially as marketed to men. I'd probably still it like very much on someone else.)

Having spent 4 notes app pages on Pulp I'll be brief on the fruit shampoo types: Kirke by Tiziana Terenzi, Antigua by Phaedon, Eau de Rhubarbe by Hermes, Sirio by Mendittorosa, I wanna say Cedrat Boise by Mancera. The widely recommended fruity one by Mancera anyway. So turns out banana flavored candy isn't weird bc it's based on an extinct breed, it just uses a single flavor compound out of the bouquet found in real bananas, so the flavor comes off distorted. This is I think what people mean when they use "synthetic" as a criticism in perfume. I assume that for shampoo they mix individually made molecules, which is what causes unnatural-seeming compositions, even if the ingredients themselves aren't in any way worse by being synthetic. All the above fragrances have that screechy, fruit-scented toiletries/household chemicals vibe to me, plus Kirke and Antigua at least have some kinda sickly musk note that I don't get along with. I've also encountered it in a number of of woody-fresh cologne type scents. So these fragrances are all widely beloved (except maybe the Mendittorosa on account of being less well known), I think because of what I outlined with Pulp - they're bright and friendly but still fairly unusual. Common notes i believe are lychee or rhubarb - tart, juicy and sweet, which I guess is what most people look for in this type of fragrance. I'm just particularly sensitive to their type of dissonance. Eau de Rhubarbe i think is the most successful one of these - only inelegant, but for the most part I find them fully unpleasant.

Speaking of unpleasant, let me briefly return to Byredo. Mixed Emotions vs Amouage Jubilation XXV

So after my first unsuccessful run at Amouage with the florals I held off on trying their big iconic scent for years. The way people spoke of Jubilation it's this amazing layered masterpiece of resins, woods and fruit, meant for like distinguished gentlemen. Obviously I never felt like I could pull it off, but earlier this year I decided to have another go at Amouage as well as figure out fruit, so I finally tried it out. And yeah it's alright. I think what I'm realizing is that these niche fragrances massively popular among men are always gonna be on the safe side, but spoken of as hugely transgressive bc they smell a little bit outside of menthol shaving foam. Jubilation is soft, deep, smooth and resinous, with like an overtone of sweet-spicy toothpaste freshness I'd put down to blackberry, orange zest and tarragon. Very attractive, would not feel incongruous on any age or gender, for sure not a mature man kinda scent. I went on two week-long trips within a month in August/September and wore it throughout for like professional and leasure occasions and it never felt out of place, I never wanted for anything else. Dudes online are big mad abt alleged weak reformulations, idk abt that, however I will say it is kinda subtle and I wouldnt pay Amouage money for it.

So given that 15 years ago Amouage came out with this hugely popular cult hit, why would Byredo in 2021 make basically the same thing but worse? Black currant for blackberry and birch smoke and mate for all the woods and resins, Mixed Emotions to me is just a loud, unbalanced version of Jubilation, though idk that i've seen anyone else make the comparison. It's very northern forest, tree sap and berries, which is kind of an obvious combination and doesn't make it feel less heavy-handed. Junk by Lush feels adjacent, which is not a compliment. A recurring review phrase is cough syrup. The fruit is scratchy and cloying, overconcentrated. I kept trying to get myself to like Mixed Emotions, but given that it feels like basically a worse version of something that's just pretty nice but not worth the money, it's probably time to give up on her.

So do I hate a scratchy, cloying preserve-like fruit? Not necessarily.

Mendittorosa Rituale

I am a mark for Mendittorosa. I feel like i can still tell when they really don't work for me, but I probably exaggerate how special the ones i do like are. Anyway.

The vibe is nectar: flowers, blackcurrant, pomegranate, raspberry, honey, beeswax. Its heavy and sweet while having a rough scratchy quality (down to beeswax, patchouli and hyrax I'd guess) that can give gourmands a real kitchen-y feel. Mugler AMen has that imo, as well as El Born by Carner Barcelona, both of which suggest rustic dessert to me. Rituale is not really like them them with its big heady floral and fruit elements but that effect is the same. It's like when you have a very sweet pastry with black coffe. Rituale puts me in mind of traditional desserts that use preserves, honey and rose water in a way that doesnt get along with my modern milk chocolate sour gummy palette, so it is a little bit challenging. Going off the notes alone, I was very excited but also apprehensive about this one, I expected it to be either breathtakingly beautiful or just fully disgusting. Especially lavender can really fuck things up for me when it goes nauseating soapy-sweet potpourri. And some of that is there: i notice the lavender and the whole composition teeters on the edge of sickly, but never quite goes there. The actual flowers throughout its middle stage (rose, jasmine, narcissus, what do daffodils even smell like?) give me this high-summer orchard honey bee fantasy. Raspberry is i think the most prominent opening impression, maybe pomegranate, quickly overtaken by floral honey. That's probably the way to discuss the florals in here - not flowers but the way e.g. linden honey can smell of flowers & pollen. Beeswax is also discernible from the very beginning. As it sits and the fruit recedes it goes from nectar fantasy to complex rosewater dessert while always maintaining that little bit of low-pitched roughness you usually get with honey fragrances, just enough to keep things interesting. It's all a whole lot. The very end is a rounder mellower sweetness, feels like vanilla to my nose, but might be some combination of the woods, resins and beeswax. I wish I perceived more of the hyrax, some people complain about it being crazy animalic and i just don’t get that at all unfortunately. I love dirty animal shit :( On the other hand it already has borderline too much going on.

If Mendittorosa made small beautiful bottles Rituale would be a no-brainer to get. It is a very special combination of rich and opulent while also consisting of what to me reads as basically all food-like botanical notes. Real nectar and ambrosia vibes. Very different from those fresh effervescent unisex fruits, a very cool take on the genre imo. And like, yeah, if I'm so bored of fruits, maybe my one fruit perfume to have should be the one that's unlike any of the others. But even with this one, I'm not sure that I want to smell like this! There is again an air of botanical unfuckability about this one that makes it a little emotionally confusing. Not sure what mood I'd want it for, especially if we're talking about getting a bit expensive bottle. I think I wore it for my 29th or 30th birthday, she's festive and attention-grabbing but doesn't necessarily make me feel attractive. One idea I'm holding out for is that if I tried it from an atomizer instead of the shitty dabbing wand sample and got a more accurate idea of how it wears from the bottle, there would be more hyrax and that'd swing it into something more obviously my style. As is it may or may not be my one fruit but for sure points to some directions to continue thinking in.

Putting here so I don't forget my other fruits to discuss: Un Jardin sur le Nil, Pomegranate Noir, Wilde, Bitter Peach, Peau de Peche. And then the figs.

[countlessrealities]

RELATIONSHIP BUILDING || Accepting !

@moonspower sent: 💤 for Rick!

Send 💤 for my muse to say something about yours in their sleep.

Spending the night after a hook-up wasn't something Rick did often, if he did it at all. Even if he dozed off after the act, he usually was out of the person's place, or of whatever cheap space motel room they had booked, much before the other woke up. Pillow talk always felt weird, too intimate, even when it came to his more or less regular fuck buddies.

He might have friends with benefits, but he still tended to keep the friendships and the benefits part somewhat separated.

The only exception to that rule was when he and his partner (or partners) already had plans for the aftermath, something that didn't involve remaining in bed or, worse, that looked even just remotely like cuddling. Going to a club to dance and get drunk or going out to get drunk and high were examples of perfect post-coital activities. Nothing killed the mood to talk about awkward stuff more than a change of scenary.

So, finding the scientist's asleep in a bad that wasn't his, or Morty's, was a one of a kind discovery. And it would have sounded even more unlikely knowing whose bed that was.

Rick rolled on his side, forcefully pulling the silk sheets with him. The room wasn't chill enough for him to need to cover his half naked body, but the material felt so nice against his skin that he couldn't help wanting to snuggle into it, even in his drunken sleep.

If asked about how he had ended up falling asleep in Virote's bed, he would blame it on the absurdly comfy mattress, so different from the shitty camp bed he had in his room. Or on the sheets and their enchantingly sleek embrace. Or again, on the exaggerated, even for his standards, amount of alcohol he had consumed before showing up on the younger man's balcony.

There would be no admissions, not even to himself, about feelings of familiarity and comfort strong enough to allow him to lower his guard, just a little, just for a few hours.

Luckily for him, the excessive amount of alcohol would seem a perfectly valid excuse to almost everyone, considering that he has drunk to the point that he even talked in his sleep.

"Mhmm~ H-Hell yeah, that's it..." Rick muttered, words slurred and half muffled by the pillow. "S-So fuckin' good...I could...e-every day."

A bit of drool dripped down from the corner of his mouth, sticking there as his lips curled in a pleased grin.

"I-It's like it fuckin' blows m-my brain...my mouth for sure." A snort. "G-Gonna slurp it all up, an-and lick every goddamn drop."

A pause, filled by a sound that was half way between a moan and a hum.

"F-Fuckin' best curry ever. M-Might just steal it...P-Prince...he must be carrying it around 'cause...w-why would he smell like that...if not...?"

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

W R I T I N G A D V E N T C A L E N D A R 2 0 2 3 D A Y 7

Prompt: Church

Aka: The Quartet is in Rome looking at a bunch of churches. Also, someone might be pregnant. But who?

Read on ao3 or under the cut.

They were on a vacation in Rome: Violetta, Francesca, Leon and Diego.

It was december, and the snow really added that extra touch to the atmosphere. 

"Is it weird that I still want ice cream, even if it's cold outside?" Diego asked, letting out a chuckle.

"Not weird at all," Francesca said. "Ice cream is always delicious. Although, I more feel like tiramisu. They have a great place here!"

"You can be our guide," Leon said. "Maybe you can even show us where you grew up."

"Is her being a guide a good idea?" Diego asked, "Remember what happened in Madrid?"

"Rome is nothing like Madrid!" Francesca argued. "I know Rome. Trust me."

"I used to live here, too," Violetta told them, "Although, I was 8 and it's not really like I got out much. I remember a playground..."

"My family's old restaurant was next to a playground I played on a lot," Francesca said.

"You know... it was very long ago, but I remember having a friend. And I recall her parents had a restaurant."

"If that friend was Francesca, that would have been so cool!" Leon said.

"Yeah..." Francesca chuckled. "Although, a lot of families owned restaurants. Several of my childhood friends also had parents with a food business of some kind."

"I don't remember that girl's name," Violetta admitted. Then she let out a groan.

"What is it?" Leon asked.

"I don't know, I feel... off."

"We have been walking for a while," Diego said.

"We're almost at my aunt's house," Francesca assured them. They were all staying at her aunt's house for their trip. 

They arrived a bit later, and Francesca's aunt made them a big dinner.

"This was really good!" Violetta said.

"Why thank you," Fran's aunt said with a wide smile. "Francesca, dear, are you well?"

"Pardon me, but I need to use the bathroom," Francesca admitted, standing up.

"Why? Are you sick?"

"No, I just need to go."

"Again? It's the fourth time tonight!" Diego said.

"I guess the drink just falls through me," Francesca shrugged.

She went away, as her aunt started to do a knowing "hum..." sound.

"What is it?" Violetta asked.

"She acts a bit like me, when I was pregnant with her cousin. Before I found out I was pregnant, I needed to run to the bathroom all the time, everything I drank just ran through me! That, and I feel nauseous just by walking..."

Leon and Diego glanced at Violetta.

"She could just also just have been drinking a lot..." Diego said.

"Perhaps! But you never know... tell me, who is it that she's together with? Because I know she dated that sweet boy named Marco, but that must have been a long time ago now. Who is she with now? Or is she still with Marco?"

The three of them were silent, as if they weren't sure how to reply. 

Soon Francesca came back, and they all changed the subject to something else.

"I'm going to church tomorrow," her aunt said. "You can join if you want, but I figure you might want to sleep in after your long trip."

"Yes, I think so, too," Fran replied. "We might check out some churches in the city, though. There's a lot of nice ones!"

"Ooh, yes! Rome has tons of gorgeous churches!"

The next day, the four went around in Rome.

”So I knew there was churches,” Diego said, ”But I feel like there are churches in every corner!”

”Wanna go look inside one?” Francesca asked.

Everyone nodded. 

”Which one should we go inside?” Leon asked, and snorted. ”There’s just so many.”

”Well…” Francesca was about to say something, but then she caught a whiff of some street food. It smelled good, but for Francesca, it suddenly made her run into the nearest church. The others ran after her, concerned.

”What happened?” Violetta asked.

”I just… felt like the smell was too strong and I felt the urge to puke… but I’m fine now.” 

”I’ve felt that recently too,” Violetta admitted, ”Some smells are just… too strong.”

Leon and Diego raised their eyebrows. 

They looked around in the church at all the paintings. Someone was playing an organ in the upstairs balcony. There were candles lit, and there was a christmas feeling overall. 

”One time when I was a child, I sang in a church,” Francesca told them. ”It was a children’s christmas choir. It was one of the first times I sang in front of people.”

”I did that, too!” Diego admitted.

”I always found church choirs so beautiful,” Violetta said. She hummed a little bit, although she did not want to be too loud. Then she suddenly stared into thin air.

”What is it?” Leon asked.

”I’m really craving pasta. Like, really craving it.”

”All of a sudden?”

”Yeah.”

Everyone chuckled.

”Well, there’s some restaurants close by,” Francesca said, ”Let’s go.”

Violetta was almost devouring her pasta. The others almost got concerned.

”I’m so hungry!” she said, ”I don’t know why… there’s something that tells me to eat all the time.”

”Maybe it’s Rome,” Diego suggested, ”Italy has one of the best food cultures in the world.”

”Yeah…” Leon said, ”Or…”

”Or what?” Francesca asked.

”Or… I don’t know.”

”I feel nauseous again…” Francesca admitted.

"Maybe you have a virus?" Violetta suggested.

"I hope not... I don't wanna get sick while we're on this trip."

Soon after they finished eating, Violetta also started to feel nauseous. Although, they all concluded it could simply be because she ate so much.

But both Leon and Diego started getting suspicious that there was something more going on. They weren't sure if they should mention it, or just stay silent until either Violetta and Francesca said something.

Violetta and Francesca did act secretive - they where exchanging whispers, giggles and sometimes walked away in a corner so no one would hear them. Although, it could just be girls gossiping, and there was nothing more to it.

Leon woke up the next morning, by sounds from a nearby church. Fran's aunt had mentioned something about a funeral they had there quite early in the morning. 

He walked outside, about to head down to eat breakfast. But then, Diego came up and grabbed him into the bathroom.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Dude, I... I found something..."

"What?"

Diego brought out a pregnancy test. Not only that, but a positive one.

"I found it on the floor in the hallway. Someone must have dropped it."

"Who's is it?" Leon asked.

Diego shrugged. "It could be any of them. Right?"

"Yeah..."

They decided to find the girls, and figure this out...

I don't know why my Violetta oneshots have been sort of connected lately. Originally they were in Rome because I was in Rome earlier this year, and so I had a reference with the churches. We'll see if I keep that up for the rest of this writing calendar. It's not stated who dates who, or if all four of them are just going on this trip as friends... or if all four are dating each other. It's up to you to decide. Comment who you think might be pregnant :)

[whickerfurniture]

okay I have Many Thoughts about different characters that could exist in ella's idea so have this post

so there's the reluctant leader who convinces themselves that they did this for the benefit of the group, and becomes fanatical to the lie. The person was dead already so really who are they hurting? it would Ruin Their Lives for this to get out so they maybe were the first to suggest that hiding them was the only thing they could do, or else the most vocal supporter of the idea. when things start falling apart they'd usually be the first to throw this in the faces of other group members "you went along with this, just like we did. you drove the car/threw away the murder weapon/lied to the cops/other illegal thing so you can't tell or you'll go down too" they're being crushed by the anxiety of it but try to Stay Strong for the group because as soon as someone breaks they all break. an army is only as good as its leader. whether this person is actually a leader or its all in their head would be fun to play with too

and maybe someone who's just a little dumb. it was endearing when the stakes were low, when they'd just get drink orders wrong or say something wildly out of touch with reality, but now that their futures were at stake, this person is now a huge fucking liability. they won't maliciously go to the cops and snitch, but there's no saying what they won't spill when they're drunk, or in love, or just plain not thinking. they mean well and try to help, but you can't really trust them on their own for their lack of judgement.

and then someone who felt something Wake Up seeing the blood and the thousand yard stare and the faint purpling of the skin where the corpse lay for just a little too long before they could work out what they were going to do. they hide it from the others, but their heart was racing the entire time, and not because of the fear. they love the danger of it, the knifes edge they're now walking on. they've always been interested in the dead, may be even working towards/in a career that gives them more exposure to the dead but nothing compares to someone being dead at your hands, even accidentally.

and maybe it wasn't accidental at all. maybe they've pushed the group to this precipice just to see how they react. Just because they thought it'd be fun, to watch their psyches slowly crumble under the crushing weight of the guilt, guilt they cannot feel. they like their friends, but things were getting stale. boring. and there's nothing worse than boring. besides, you cannot evolve while in a comfortable environment, and necessity is the mother of invention.

or maybe it was accidental. maybe it was right place, wrong time or any combination thereof. maybe the images in their mind disgust them just as much as they excite them, and they don't know why they can still smell the blood, even after weeks. they can't stop thinking about it, no matter how much they desperately want to. they want to go to therapy, to talk to a professional about it, but how can they without giving the whole group up? and they can't, they love their friends. but they're also imagining how each one of them would look dead.

anyway these were just some ideas bouncing around that i wanted to put to screen before i forget them? theyre pretty basic and kinda shittily presented but w/e yall are used to my shit at this point

[strywoven]

@killerhubby has requested a story : SUPPORT ╱ for kaen !

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

For all the godling has gone through , they still held their pain – every misery , every sorrow , even every wound endured – close ; never once did Kaen consider giving some of it away.  So unrelentingly sad , but so p o l i t e about it all , unwilling to tamper with the peace of the world around them even if it should mean making peace for themself.  Perhaps , it’s a VANITY that stops them ; perhaps a SECRETIVE RESILIENCE .  Whatever it is that asks them – enables them – to burden the world alone , it a l w a y s comes to take a toll … Eventually.

It happens ‘fore it can be stopped ( the instant of attack & then , the aftermath of silence amid smoke & blood ) .  Kaen stands over a corpse , not a new scene , not a new sensation – taking a life for the sake of survival – but their hands , smoldering and s h a k i n g as bloodied fists at their sides , tells a FAR DIFFERENT TALE .  Every death … A wound on their immortal soul ; another scar collected , another sin tallied to their nigh immeasurable burdens.  And what then ?  What are they supposed to do with it all ?  All that HATE & VIOLENCE in their heart they tried so desperately to disprove ⸺

⸺ Kaen reels ‘round when they hear Mirage approach , too riled up at first to stop themself from attempting to strike him with their fire-touched hands.  He’s faster , or perhaps he knows them much better than they think , and grapples their wrists , holding those dangerous fists aloft and away from his featureless face.  Kaen w a i l s ; a gut-wrenching noise that dies off in a mournful , pained weeping which tears from the very pits of their wretched being.  Struggling in his hold , they thrash and kick and flail , sending streaks of flame scattering from their person ; and he permits them to do so , all the while keeping them close , keeping them from hurting him or themself by holding their wrists.

❝ S- Stop ! ❞  They sob at him , though it seems they’re not asking h i m to stop , but asking everything e l s e to stop.  ❝ Ah … Ah- ah wan’ … Ah cannae … It doesnae make any s- sense ! ❞  Broken sentiments they’re not entirely certain of how to finish , nor certain if Mirage would understand.  Kaen unceremoniously COLLAPSES into him when their emotions leave them all but entirely e m p t y , letting their energy leave them in a final , defeated w h i m p e r .  But he smells familiar ; he feels strong and safe where their wet cheek rests heavily against his shoulder.  Their eyes close , their body trembling as they try in vain to gather themself back together.  Every now and then the silence is interrupted by choked out a p o l o g i e s , a constant repetition of ‘ I don’t mean to be like this ’ and , ‘ I’m sorry you have to take care of me ’ .

Fleetingly they admire how he says NOTHING AT ALL , and simply holds them , hushing them and keeping them c l o s e ( just what they need , how does he know ? ) .  Their raving devolves into a quiet sniffling , hands opening and closing numbly where he continues to hold them for their own safety.  A hiccup , head brushing against his shoulder as they look up at him.  ❝ Th- thank … Ye. ❞  They mutter , trying for a smile and likely failing.  ❝ Ah… Ah dunno ‘ow- ‘ow much longer Ah can- can keep… Keep … Keep … ❞  Keep killing— The thought makes fresh crystal-tears pool and spill over , head bowing away again to hide their face once more.  How HARD they have tried to be strong , to stand and continue to fight for their right to their godhood , only to be brought down so f a r — !  How is any of this f a i r ?  They suppose , they can worry about that answer another time ; for now they have Mirage here to help them calm down.  ❝ Thank ye , ❞ Kaen tells him again , as if he’d not heard them the first time.  ❝ Ah’m glad … Y’re ‘ere. ❞  After all , Kaen isn’t so sure they would be willing to t r u s t anyone else with their pain the way they do him ( & forgive them how much heartfelt faith they put in him , hopefully it shall not be misplaced ) .

[capsicrew]

what sense does your wol most rely on? hearing, touch, sight, smell, taste? maybe even aethersense or dynamis?

(i saw your tag saying you were saving this, so I wasn't sure if you wanted a question or if you were gonna fill them all out! but I didn't wanna assume you DIDN'T want an ask? if you didn't tho just ignore me! ^^ )

((no, no! its my hope, it just doesn't usually happen lmao. Also tumblr being bad at telling me when I have messages lol))

Jalliim and Kola are both more visual-oriented for slightly differing reasons. Jalliim is good at observations and making visual deductions. Both in his personal interests in studying, but also in combat combined with a good spacial sense. Come in great use as a SCH, and why he will often take the tactical lead among the five of them. Kola, on the other hand, is more visual in the "often just takes things at face value" sense. Less naively than once she was, but still kinda just focuses on whats in front of her. Of course, being Miqo'te, some of her other sense are naturally, more keen than the average person of other races--but even at that comparison, she's more just focused on what she sees. She does have a greater "aethersense" than she realizes, though by way of latent mimicry skills--which also work well with her strong visual sense.

Capsisi, being that her main concentration is on hiding or befuddling visual sense, thinks better of relying on it. Compared to the rest, she has a much stronger reliance on hearing. Constantly at attention for followers, spies or w/e. Or to keep her own self super silent. Only Thancred has been good enough to get past her attention, but she's getting better.

Beutiq is kind of an "all arounder." Perhaps spreading himself thin in various crafts and art, but he is truly dedicated and commits himself to his creation and makes high use of his senses across the board.

I hadn't thought about it before, but Ejvi is very touch-focused. Her main method of interacting, learning and understanding start with grabbing, touching, feeling. Sometimes this just manifests in outright grabbing, touching or wrestling wild life she probably shouldn't. But she can also be very touch-adverse in certain situations. Not a person will place a finger on her without her say-so or she'll give them a very personal lesson in blue magic.

Thanks for the ask !

[megbonney]

✃ 01/22/23

open your eyes and smell the / sweet, sweet, lavender

i was gonna be sad and emo or w/e but you know, bigger, better things. i feel like on here i make myself very two dimensional, very black and white, good and evil. while i do tend to think in that way, i see myself as something more; something complex, hard to comprehend, like an onion. i love art; i love music (although i don't understand how people can not like it) i love poetry, i love all the sorts. however, i don't think i interpret meaning that well. a big thing of art, whether it be makeup, a sculpture, or a painting, is that it has meaning, right? i take things at face value big time. i struggle to see the true..like..i dunno. the poetic side, the story, the meaning, in a piece. i find it hard to be moved by art because i cannot digest it in the way that more intelligent people (like my friends), can. i believe i'm comprehending art wrong, but i don't know how to do it right when it just looks like an artwork to me. nothing more. my favourite artists are angela he, karina singh and lily nager. all very different yet i love all of them <3. when i first started drawing, i found fukari on deviantart. i still follow their instagram. very good. i'm a creative person, yet i struggle to create. my perfectionist complex is too strong. despite me knowing that it doesn't have to be perfect, that art can be stylized, i still..don't know that. i am in denial, somewhat, but i know i have a lot of work to do. so, welp.

[omegaworld]

Fanclub [Alpha Charlotte Katakuri x omega reader] - part 1

Important to understand the context 

Part 1, Part 2 - Final

Word count: 1142

Y/n was already serving Big Mom when Keiko, Perospero's omega arrived. Y/n was a beast but using the same method as Keiko everyone thought she was a beta, everyone except Brulee to whom she had told her secret.

Y/n was lucky enough not to get caught in any trades, learning early on to hide her omega characteristics and blend in among the betas, carefully she lived a normal life. Probably part of this was thanks to her tall stature that no one would say belonged to an omega. Being a strong fighter she eventually joined Big Mom's pirates as a supporter of Big Mom's ideal of equality among all.

She heard the name of the upper echelons of the gang several times and the name Katakuri strangely piqued her interest 'A nice name' she thought. It was when she saw him marching towards the Chateau of Whole Cake that she understood. Oh gods, Big Mom's second oldest son, the sweet general and strongest pirate in the gang (right after big mom) was her mate...now what?

Y/n thought about that issue for a long time. She knew how Big Mom did things, being Katakuri's mate would not give her any advantage in Younku's eyes. In fact, the fact that she was the mate of the strongest son and was so weak would only serve to irritate the woman. When she thought about it she probably didn't even deserve it.

Coincidentally shortly after finding out that Katakuri was her alpha she was assigned to a mission which caused her to become friends with Brulee and having worked well together it eventually became a frequent thing. Being close to Brulee led her to meet Katakuri and even though she kept her distance making sure he wouldn't remember her existence, she can't help but fall head over heels for the doughnut smelling alpha.  

One day while watching Katakuri from afar she is caught by someone 'Katakuri-ni is amazing, isn't she?' 'E-ehh?' Y/n turns around startled and finds a girl only 10years old with petroleum blue hair and brown eyes. Y/n sighs and smiles at the child's enthusiasm, probably one of Big Mom's youngest daughters 'It's really amazing' she laughs, quite happy that Y/n agrees with how spectacular Katakuri was 'My name is Flampe and yours?' 'Y/n' 'Well Y/n, I'm about to form brother Katakuri's fan club and since you like him too you'll join right?' She asks with puppy dog eyes and hands him a flyer. 'Fan club? Y/n isn't sure what came over her at that time, but she eventually accepted Flampe's offer, at least that way she could show her admiration for him and everyone would think she was just a fan.

(Flampe is currently 15 and before the team skip was 13, this happened 3 years before Keiko arrived)  

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Brulee looks sideways between Y/n and the flyer 'Katakuri-ni fan club?' 'W-well Y-yes' 'Why would you join something like that?' Although she didn't want to admit it was getting hard to keep her secret from Brulee, recently she had started to notice how Y/n would avoid getting close to Katakuri even though she would later catch her looking at him from afar sometimes even with her face slightly flushed. It was becoming obvious to Brulee how her beta friend had a crush on her older brother and Y/n didn't want her to think so. Even if that is what it seemed like, this was not a silly or temporary crush, they were mates. Since Y/n didn't want Brulee to think of her as a silly beta who falls stupidly in love with an untouchable alpha she decided to tell him. To tell her that in fact the untouchable alpha was her mate.  

With a defeated sigh Y/n told Brulee everything, how she was a beast and always hid it, how she came to Whole Cake, found out about Katakuri and still as a bonus fell head over heels for the alpha. She explained how she admired him for his exploits, his stoic appearance and dedication to protecting his family and yet she was not fooled by that. He was human, even if he forced a perfect role as an exemplary older brother she was aware that he had imperfections and wished she could discover and love them all. Y/n even told how she suspected he had a sweet, playful side that she longed to see along with what lay beneath the scarf

Brulee listened intently never judging and promised to keep her secret, she understood that Big Mom probably didn't give a damn about mates and that the secret would spare Katakuri from knowing she had the love of her life so close and yet he could never have her.

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Over time she also became friends with Flampe and even admitted to the girl that she was in love with Katakuri. Big mistake. Even though Flampe was a sweet and lovely girl at the time, she eventually grew up. She grew up and became a petty and shallow pest, her admiration for Katakuri became an obsession and she started to constantly tease Y/n about how silly and unreal her crush on her brother was. As much as it hurt to hear all those things she knew that Flampe was correct, she would never even come close to him and even if he could he would never look at her.

Brulee was constantly angry with her for staying in the club and letting Flampe treat her like that, but in the end she was always there to comfort the little omega, even if the little omega was a foot taller than her.  

When Keiko arrived and became engaged to Perospero Y/n had to almost gag Brulee to keep her from telling anything arguing that she wasn't strong enough, pretty enough, smart enough...and when all that failed the puppy dog eyes were her salvation. Brulee swore to keep her secret.

A vow that cost Brulee a lot to keep when at Perospero and Keiko's wedding after a long speech about loyalty and dedication being important to the family and how omegas demonstrated such traits so well Mama announced that she would begin a search for her children's mates as well as allow those who were strong enough to marry them if they found them. As long as they were beasts of course.

Oh shit, of course Katakuri being the strongest of her children her omega would be a priority and she was right there under his nose. There was no way in the world she would reveal herself. Maybe if Keiko had arrived a few years earlier Y/n would have decided to reveal herself, but now? Her heart was full of years of silent admiration for Katakuri and self-deprecation that with Flampe's hurtful words really took their toll.  

Words that she had only heard to begin with because she had decided to join Katakuri's fan club.