#wicked vanilla woods

[allthingsscented]

been doing some BG3 character inspired scents lately.

Top: Astarion

Middle: Karlach, Gale

Bottom: Jaheira, Wyll

hoping to do more soon. i'm glad to be getting back into character inspirations! 😊

[stingrayextraordinaire]

Bath and Body Works Moodboards // Wicked Vanilla Woods

Take a walk through a haunted forest on a sweet, spooky night of magical vanilla, glowing amberwood, and enchanted pink pepper.

[limesnlawnchairs]

Bath and Body Works Halloween collection. Wicked Vanilla Woods in shower gel, fine fragrance mist, and body cream. Enchanted Candy Potion in body cream and fine fragrance mist. Twilight Woods in fine fragrance mist.

[buckrecs]

Hello! Do you perhaps have recommendations for Alpha!bucky?

Alpha!Bucky

masterlist | req masterlist

ONESHOT

Crave by @harrylovex

you realise that you can’t survive your heat without bucky.

intensional by @noctumbra

alpha!bucky sends you a shirtless pic and then offers to spend your heat with him. feelings ensue.

scent by @noctumbra

“you’re one eager and hungry kitten,” bucky whispered in your ear as he licked over your scent gland, where his bite situated perfectly.

vanilla by @noctumbra

his scent was the other thing that made you go stupid other than his eyes: leather, a bit of vanilla, oranges and wet wood.

wet by @noctumbra

your mating sessions are always intense with bucky.

butterfly by @idy-ll-ique

bucky's going into rut. y/n volunteers to help him. feelings come out.

Let Me Love You by @slothspaghettiwrites

When an Omega is feeling very anxious or nervous their Alpha will hold them close while gently crooning and scenting them until they calm down.

Dating apps are stupid by @buckylattes

You decide to download this dating app, well….Natasha persuades you into it. You make a profile and agree to just have it for a week. If nothing becomes of it then you can delete it. But….you swipe right on this handsome man who’s description shows him out to be a gentleman like you’re looking for. So…what happens when he matches with you???

make you mine by @bonky-n-steeb

Bucky keeps his distance from you thinking you can do better than him. but he loses all his restraints when he sees you with another alpha.

to love is to burn by @bonky-n-steeb

You go into heat at the worst moment in the history of time, maybe ever.

took one hit and I was gone by @bonky-n-steeb

after the rise of hydra, your entire life turned into a living nightmare. you lost everything you held precious, your job, your house, your degree, even hope. but then you’re assigned as a mate to him, your enemy and your only ray of hope, James Buchanan Barnes.

little red riding hood by @bonky-n-steeb

your big bad alpha chases you across the woods.

Break Lights by @boxofbonesfic

his omega by @bucksfucks

bucky helps you through an expected heat.

ever since by @syntheticavenger

Bucky Barnes finds his center in a late night subway ride.

By Chance by @green-eyeddragonfanfiction

Female!Reader is an Omega. Alphas and Omegas are rare, and Reader’s been able to avoid alphas through sheer force of will and luck in equal parts.

Feral by @bucknastysbabe

And You’re Mine by @winterarmyy

In which Bucky, the big, scary, 'undesired alpha' was tricked into a blind date where he met his precious little omega.

Protector by @rookthorne

After an eternity of being held against your will, and just as long having been forced to watch your alpha suffer at the hands of the wicked, an opportunity arose. An opportunity so rare, so unique, that it would never be offered again. It was time to escape, and it was time to bathe the halls in their blood – never again would you be held by the bars of a cell, not if he could stop it.

SERIES

Heart and Soul by @all1e23

Alphas only brought trouble. The only thing they are good for is bringing their Omega’s pain and forced submission. They were dangerous, reckless and cruel. There wasn’t an ounce of kindness in any of them.  She didn’t need an Alpha, and she certainly didn’t believe in that True Mates fairytale. That was just some fabricated fable Alphas made up to trick innocent doe-eyed Omegas. She wasn’t going to fall for that.  Not again.No Alpha would ever get her to believe that love truly exists. And then, James Buchanan Barnes walked into her life.

Better Like This by @simsadventures

You are the newest addition to New York’s elite team of Detectives concentrating on domestic violence and rape, which everyone calls the Avengers.  You are an Omega, very bubbly and open to everyone around you, and everyone is super sweet to you, except one person- Bucky, your true mate.  Will you be able to destroy the walls he has been building around his heart for years, or will he reject you and break your heart forever? 

Some Alpha by @ofstarsandvibranium

Bucky is an Alpha, but can never seem to find someone who wants him to be their Alpha. Until he finds you, a Beta, who’s as firey as an Alpha, yet also tender-hearted like an Omega.

Heal by @chucksfavouriteprophet

For months you managed to distance yourself from Bucky Barnes, the alpha you long for. But one night you have no choice but to comfort him, something which brings out emotions in both of you. Except it also brings out emotions in the Winter Solider, which results in a devastating turn of events that neither of you might be able to come back from.

All The King’s Men by @nastybuckybarnes

Your father always said that if it weren’t for your presentation, he’d think you were an Alpha. There’s a reason for that. Growing up in a world where Omegas are treated like garbage, you’ve fought for the respect that you have. Until you’re sold off to an old King desperate for a bride. But you will not lay down and present for your new husband. No, you will fight back.

Mr. Grumpy by @holylulusworld

Bucky hates omegas. You change his mind.

knife play by @helvonasche

They're on the run and Bucky goes into rut.

Knight In Rusty Armor by @revengingbarnes

For the sake of politics and to get rid of you, their omega daughter, the King and Queen of England marry you off to the King of France. Settling into an unfamiliar monarchy is a tedious process all by itself, but a new problem arises soon after your arrival at your new home.One of the Knights turns out to be your true mate. Your Alpha. The one you are meant to be with. But you’re mated to someone else. And that someone else is the King of France.

Masterlist by @angrythingstarlight

Masterlist by @holylulusworld

[ghostchems]

More getting stoned with Terzo please

He's just so funny and it's so cozy whenever I read them.

You settle your head on Terzo’s chest, trying to get comfortable in the new position, letting your legs dangle off the side of your bed. The idea of you being this close to him would have felt like a pipe dream not long ago, but the two of you bonded quickly over a shared interest - getting high and acting dumb. A joint hangs out of his mouth as he runs his fingers lazily through your hair, his mismatched gaze miles away. His touch is intimate, making your eyelashes flutter and you struggle with your breath. Somehow he could always make you melt. There’s a faint smell of vanilla in your nostrils, the wood-wicked candle burning on your nightstand to give the illusion of helping mask the smell.

“Hey, hey — “ He uses his large hand to gently grab the top of your head and lift it up so you’re able to look at his handsome face. Terzo’s hair is perfectly disheveled, a few loose strands brushing his forehead, and he gives you a lop-sided grin, some of his paint smudged off his lips. “No wandering of the mind, tesoro. You are only allowed to focus on me, si? Isn’t that what you asked for?” His accent is much stronger while high, rolling some of his r’s and being extra dramatic about it. He’s starting trouble, just like he always does. Terzo is always one to poke fun, whether it be as Papa or in a less formal capacity, but none of the siblings ever raise hell back. Except for you but only when you’re high.

“What I asked?” You snort and lift yourself from his chest, sitting up and looking at him over your shoulder. “You came here because you specifically wanted my attention.” An elbow pokes into his ribs and he squeaks before lunging for you, his strong arms curling around you, capturing you in his grasp. You fight back valiantly and squirm in his arms until he starts to giggle and loosens his grip. He leans his body weight on you, arms draped across your shoulders and his nose pressed against your neck.

“Shhh, let me pretend.” Terzo mumbles into the crook of your neck and then blows a raspberry into it. You scream and try to fling yourself away from him only for him to come with you. He lands on top of you in a heap, his body completely dead weight which would be incredibly annoying if it were anyone else. You give a theatrical groan beneath him and manage to shove him partly off of you so that you can breathe more comfortably. “You like it, amore. I know you do. See? You are blushing, eh?” A hand snakes up to your cheek, brushing it lightly with his thumb as he lifts his head to look at you with puppy dog eyes. You sigh and then leaf your fingers through his impossibly smooth hair, brushing the loose strands out of his face.

“Maybe just a little bit.”

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[luminiscandleco]

We're here, we're queer, and we cannot be legislated out of existence 🏳‍🌈✨

The Luminis Candle Co 2023 Pride Collection is being released on June 1 at 12:00 pm (Pacific time), and you can find it all on www.luminiscandleco.com!!!! This year's Pride candle lineup includes 8 scents, 7 of which are brand new!

Scent information and additional details under the cut!

Nonbinary: This is the only one that's the same as last year: a lovely aromatic blend featuring gentle English lavender top notes, a heart of sweet Meyer lemon, and a base of vanilla and tonka bean.

Pansexual: A playful blend with aldehydic top notes of bergamot, sweet orange, and apple, unfolding into heart notes of rich honey nectar and toffee. White musk forms a gentle base.

Polyamorous: Fresh and clean with citrus and mint top notes. A heart of lavender, green accord, and sandalwood blends into a soothing base of cedarwood, amber, and musk.

Lesbian: An effervescent, feminine blend that opens with sweet apple, raspberry, and sparkling champagne. Lily, jasmine, and peach heart notes follow, supported by coconut and sugar base notes.

Asexual: Herbal and aromatic. Top notes of lemon and cyclamen give way to a heart of sage, lavender, rosemary, and thyme. Base notes of eucalyptus leaf and green musk tie the blend together.

LGBTQ+/Rainbow: Oceanic but not overwhelming, this scent begins with marine and green accords, followed by herbaceous notes, dry woods, and a strong note of sea salt. Leather, cedarwood, and smooth black pepper form a lingering base.

Transgender: A sweet, blush blend. Raspberry and mandarin top notes blend seamlessly into a heart of rose, lychee, and red currant, which in turn lead to a captivating base of oud, benzoin, and sheer musk.

Bisexual: Sweet with a little spice, this striking blend starts with ozone and chili pepper, mellowed out by a heart of mandarin, guava, and orange. Coconut and peppercorn round out the scent.

All candles are decorated with eco-friendly glitter made from sustainably and ethically sourced plant material that biodegrades in a wastewater environment. Testing was conducted to ensure that eco-glitter won't cause a severe fire hazard the way dried botanicals do, and while my own testing showed that they don't cause fireballs or anything, if your glitter gets too close to the wick, I recommend gently brushing it away before lighting, just to be safe!

Each candle costs $35 and the wax weight of each is approximately 6 ounces!

[vampire-meta-knight]

You find yourself lost in the enchanted woods, a dark and treacherous place full of monsters that may eat you and wicked fae that seek to trick you. You must return home before sundown, or you may never get out again.

You come across a cottage with smoke curling from the chimney’s square mouth. You rap upon the door, fear creeping along the back of your neck. Your heart beat quickens to the tune of your rapid knocking.

At last, the door opens, and an elderly woman lets you in. The creases in her face and hands show her wisdom, and her gray hair is kept in a nice, tidy bun with a hand-carved wooden skewer through it. Her thin smile is kind, but it doesn’t reach her green eyes. Something mischievous lurks beneath them, and perhaps a flicker of magic.

“Weary traveler, I shall offer you one object of mine to take with you to aid on your journey. But be warned, if you choose what the majority of those before you have chosen, you will be trapped here forever. Choose wisely.”

[moonbeamwritings]

Holiday shopping is not for the faint hearted or those with sore feet and tired eyes. And it’s definitely, without a doubt, not for young restaurant owners with gurgling stomachs and headaches from the fluorescence in the mall.

Osamu can hardly hear you over the sound of the Christmas music blaring over the loudspeaker as you drag him into, “One last store, ‘samu sweetheart, I promise.” 

The store in question, a hub for all things scented, is blindingly bright, and so colorful, so sparkly that he doesn’t know where to look first. There are candles on one side and body washes and lotions and scrubs... everywhere — all with different labels and scents and colors. There’s even a sink, lined with foam soaps and bar soaps and and and... And if Osamu wasn’t tired before, he certainly is now. His head spins as you lead him by the hand to the candle section — a wall that stretches far above his head, stocked to the brim with candles of all sizes. Hundreds of them.

Feeling overwhelmed by the sights, and, oh god, the smells, Osamu throws a frantic look in your direction. You’re already lost. You have a candle up to your nose, the outside of the jar decorated in gaudy, glittery Christmas presents. The scent reads: Wrapped Up With You.

“Wanna help me pick one for the living room?” You ask, shooting him a look as you slide the candle back into place. “Smelling candles can be kinda fun.”

Osamu opens his mouth but bites back a whine. What about lunch, he thinks petulantly. But when he catches how expressive you are with every candle you pick up, how your nose scrunches if you don’t like it or how pleased you look when you do, he opts to ignore the empty rumbling of his stomach — for now.

He shrugs. “Sure.”

You beam at him and pull a burgundy candle from the shelf in front of you. Once Bitten and Twice Shy touts a “whiskey, cranberries, and cashmere musk” scent. Whatever that means. Osamu smells it and frowns.

“How did they manage to make it smell so….”

“Sad?” You supply, grinning.

“Sad,” Osamu confirms.

“Christmas Magic?”

“Maybe.”

“So it’s a no?” You ask, pulling it from his grip.

Osamu eyes it carefully as he tells you, “I don’t really think our living room candle should smell like a failed relationship.”

The candle returns to the shelf with a dull but resolute thunk. “Good point.”

Another one catches Osamu’s eye. It’s a three-wick candle in this orangey-brown color. A little gingerbread family decorates the outside, all with tiny candy smiles and unrelenting Christmas joy. 

“Get That GingerBREAD,” Osamu reads, rolling his eyes at the pun. “A delicious mix of gingerbread, marshmallow, and vanilla.”

You look displeased before the lid even comes off, nose wrinkling and brows furrowing. “The baked ones always smell weird.”

Osamu takes a whiff and feels like he’s been knocked off his feet. “Eww. Smell it.”

Your lip curls, but Osamu presses on, forcing it in your direction before you can react further. “Eww, ‘samu. Put that back.” You shake your head in disgust, as if moving your head around would dissipate the smell. “I told you.”

With every inhale it feels as though the pungent smell of marshmallow grows worse and worse, refusing to leave the space between you. “God, I can still smell it.”

You muffle a giggle into the meat of his bicep, curling your hand around his elbow. “It’s so bad.”

You spend the next twenty minutes browsing to your heart’s content, forcing each other to smell the awful ones and giggling at your reactions, and making mental notes of the ones you actually like. And after what feels like the fiftieth candle, Osamu starts to feel light-headed, the cocktail of different scents leaving the beginnings of a headache in their wake.

“Here,” you shove another one in his direction, “last one.”

It’s a three-wick candle called Winter Woods — a mossy green candle that smells crisp and natural, like an evergreen forest coated with freshly fallen snow. The perfect winter fragrance. Osamu’s eyes go wide and he grins.

At his expression, you ask, “Ooo, this a good one?”

“Best one yet.” He tips the glass in your direction and holds it under your nose expectantly. When you take a whiff, you positively beam. Yup, Osamu thinks. This is the one.

The hand on his arm squeezes and you look up at him excitedly. “’samu it’s perfect! We have to get it.”

And that very evening, with a full belly and heart, Osamu places the candle on the coffee table in your living room, the smell reminding him of your warm palm on his elbow and the laughter he muffled in your hair — of you.

[allthingsscented]

here are my Halloween time scents for this Halloween weekend 🎃🧛🏻👻

[katmilk]

disco elysium characters as candle scents

because immentally ill and i love sniffing things and disco elysium

HARRIER DU BOIS:

tropical grapefruit. hear me out on this one. it smells like disco, or a tleast, wha ta vague sense of disco smells like. its nice for awhile, but then it just starts to make your sinuses hurt. a very thin, well waxed wick that sometimes doesn't burn right.

JEAN VICQUEMARE: whiskey and tobacco or sea salt and tobacco. obviously bc of his habits. but like. also because its a very thick, present scent. you know it when you smell it, and fresh tobacco is very like. identifiable. uniquely (pleasantly) musky (a wood wick that makes you nervous with how much it crackles)

KIM KITSURAGI: something woody, maybe like. cypress. smoky, too, but like. vaguely. a little bit of citrus? or something flowery. something unique but quiet (a thick, well waxed thread wick. its too strong to be cut down to size without a pair of good scissors) TITUS HARDIE: ... saddle leather/saddle oil, teakwood and like. citrus. maybe pine instead of teakwood. something clear and rugged and yet like. sweet (another wood wicked one, but more relaxed) DORA (bear with me on this one. am not far enough into the game): something light. extremely light. blood orange and vanilla. (a thin, poorly waxed wick. not the fault of the company, but your fault. you tried cutting it with dull scissors and it didn't work.) CUNO: something that makes you say "why the fuck is that a candle." like. patchouli and eucalyptus. but its also a little bit of a guilty pleasure scent (the church candle wicks. terrible and cheap) CUNOESSE: very similar to cuno's except like. instead of eucalyptus its uhm... thyme. is that even a candle scent I am forgetting every character in disco elysium ever actually...

i will add to this later.

[limesnlawnchairs]

ID: A body wash bubble bath container with a shimmering silver liquid inside. The black label reads "wicked vanilla woods" and has silver outlines of bats surrounding it. End ID.

[shoutascoffeepot]

The force inflicted onto the little wooden match.

Be it too little, the fire won’t come. Be it too large, the stick would break.

The friction between two surfaces.

Caused by said force, kinetic energy, turned to frictional, then thermal.

The first spark.

Be it too small, too weak to properly light up. Be it too large, it cannot.

The match might burn purely on chance, on oxygen.

Be it oxygen is not enough, the light will be put out, no more warmth, no more burning, fire ceases.

Be it fed enough, the match burns down, perhaps not all the way, perhaps it burns down and bites your fingers, leaving a mark.

The little stick made of wood burns down to ash, carbon, essentially.

With no way of being able to restore it. Back to what it was, what it represented. It now had new character, new properties, little prosperity.

To the naked eye at least. As ash may seem useless. Carbon still is and remains —factually— the element of life, the center of all organic compounds. Center of life.

Use the fire from the stick —hurry— light a candle, vanilla bean. A scent so simple, yet so comforting, perhaps as warm as the fire itself.

It burns slower, these wicks, the soft wax dispensing the aroma to the room as it evaporates.

Don’t try to suffocate the candle, I beg of you, and careful to not place it anywhere hazardous. Do not forget about it, it will burn you down.

Do enjoy it, savor its delicacy, savor the quietness, the nothingness. The joy of being nothing and no one.

Scientists may argue: Matter and energy cannot be created from nothing and cannot be destroyed.

I beg to differ, for when you sacrifice enough sleep for one’s own solidarity, when you are alone, you may close your eyes and also cease for a moment.

Not to escape to a fantastic new world, oh no, this time, it’s different, it’s… To act, pretend, that you were not there, or anywhere, for that matter.

No one to care for, no one cares for you. No one to tend, no one needs tending. No energy consumed, no energy to get rid of. No one to love, no one that loves you.

A true taste of eternal peace, a taste of eternal rest.

The only thing that would anchor you to still existing, would be the warmth of fire, and the scent of vanilla bean.

[chronicalchaos]

Peculiar Incorrect quotes

Been rewriting the Wick peculiar AU, really want to write something about it, but I have no idea what to actually write, so...have this instead

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Duncan: *Screams*

Travis: *Screams louder to establish dominance*

Sam: Should we do something?

Tom: No, I want to see who wins.

Duncan: On the count of three, what's your favorite cake? One, two, three-

Duncan and Travis, in unison: Chocolate cake peanut butter frosting with chocolate chunks!

Sam: Our turn, Tom! One, two, three- vanilla!

Tom, deadpan: I've never had cake, what is cake.

Duncan: On a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling?

Travis: In between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat Captain America”, but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger”. How about you, Sam?

Sam: Probably “road work ahead”.

Tom: I speak many languages, and this is none of them.

Duncan: Listen, I can explain...

Travis: You’re making $500,000 and you’re only gonna pay me $30,000?

Sam: You’re getting 30 grand? I’m getting $1,000!

Tom: You guys are getting paid?

Tim: You know, not every problem can be solved with a gun.

Tom: That's why I carry two guns.

Tom: Someone will die.

Tim: Of fun!

Tim: How do I deal with my enemies?

Tom: Kill them

Tim: That's a bit extreme, I was hoping for a more passive solution

Tom: Kill them only a little?

*The twins attempting to finally get rid of Mary and James*

Tim: So that’s my plan.

Tom: Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don’t want to sound mean.

Tim: No, go ahead, I want to hear it.

Tom: It fucking sucks.

Tim: That’s not constructive criticism.

Benny: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity?

Caleb: *turning to Lillian* How tall are you?

Benny: You have to apologize to Caleb

Lillian: Fine.

Lillian: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

James: I’m sick and tired of being called 'mortal' like, you don’t know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. Nothing has been proven yet. Stop making assumptions. It’s rude.

James: This is bothering me.

Mary: Well, you are digging up a corpse.

James: No, not that. That's, uh, pretty par for the course, actually.

James, addressing the squad: And if you have any suggestions feel free to put them in the suggestion box.

Mary: But – that’s just a trash can.

James: It sure is!

James: I prevented a murder today.

Mary: Really? How’d you do that?

James: self control.

James: God, give me patience.

Mary: I think you mean 'give me strength'.

James: If God gave me strength, you'd be dead.

Tim: What did you guys get in your yearbook?

Caleb: 'Prettiest Smile'

Benny: 'Nicest Personality'

Lillian: 'Most likely to start a bar fight'

Tom: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

Duncan: We need a distraction.

Sam: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?

Travis, whispering: My time has come

*Trio running through the woods*

Duncan: I trust Sam.

Travis: You think they know what they're doing?

Duncan: I wouldn't go that far.

[lotsobagels]

3, 13, 23

3. So my go-to's in college were eucalyptus mint, and warm vanilla sugar but I've become a crackling wood wick convert when I got a Pumpkin Woods one from Target last year. I just got a coffee scented one from a local shop yesterday and I'm really enjoying it because it makes me feel like I'm in a cafe. Overall though I don't like super floral stuff, I have a sensitive nose. 13. Comfort food...hmmm...it depends on my mood but grilled cheese and tomato soup with a dish of baby dill pickles is way up there. That and Blue Box mac-and-cheese with broccoli and tuna. 23. For the winter, sweatpants hands down. I live in those shits working from home. But during the summer I discovered Duluth Short Overalls and I bought them in 3 different colors and just straight up live in those. They're airy and comfortable and I can wear them with a croptop/sports bra when it's hot af, no thigh rub, it's heaven.

[sebstan2020]

The Sharpest Lies

Chapter 3

Pairings: Max Burnett x Original Female Character

Summary: Violet was an expert. She could pick em, play em and win em. She was taught by the best. Conning was an art to her and she had a taste for it. But when she comes to visit her father and his new partner, she aims for the biggest mark she's ever seen.

Warnings: Underage in the past, Controlling, Dom/Sub, Light BDSM, Daddy Issues, Mentions of medical conditions, Con Artists, Daddy Kink

Violet woke the next morning, a slight pounding in her head and the bright sun gleaming through the gap in the curtains wasn’t helping. She instantly regretted swigging back that whiskey but in the heat of the moment she needed it.  Max could be so overprotective of her and sometimes it irritated Violet to her core. She wasn’t his little girl anymore. The guest bedroom was amazing. A huge double bed with some of the softest sheets she’d ever slept on. It reminded her of the time she first slept in a real bed compared to the piece of wood with a hard mattress she spent most of her life on. It was one of her darkest times and she didn’t want to go there right now.

The room was decorated with greys, whites, and blacks, with little décor here and there, filling the largeness of the room. There was a sweet scent of vanilla coming from a pretty diffuser on a shelf and the view was to die for. Looking out onto the beautiful city of Manhattan and the sun directly in its eyeline. Violet made the effort to roll out of bed, her pyjama t-shirt and flowy trousers falling with grace to the floor. Normally she would have snuggled back in the covers but being a guest, she figured she should be polite enough to say good morning to her father and the wicked witch.

Her hair was completely free of the curls and there were sunken bags under her eyes. A splash of water brought her back to life and she brushed her teeth of the sticky furriness from the whiskey and drinks she had last night. She searched her bag with a rustle and found what she needed. Popping the cap to her medication bottle, she poured out a tiny white pill and swallowed it with ease. She remembered when she used to struggle with this, almost throwing them up when she first started taking them but now, she was an expert. Today she made a mental note of no alcohol. Anymore and she could have an episode.

Padding out into the hallway, her feet slapping against the wooden floors, she arrived closer to the kitchen where she heard voices talking softly.

“I’m sorry again for last night, I hope the guest didn’t hear any of that” her father said, and Violet stopped just behind the wall, listening closely.

Max and Madeline sat at the breakfast table, an array of foods and drinks laid out neatly. Max was dressed in a fine suit fo black and white, his hair neat and bouncy. Madeline too was dressed in a smart suit, hers grey with a white blouse underneath. Her hair was straight and glossy, and she wore a light layer of makeup. It was clear Madeline was older, by the wrinkles and bags under her eyes and her freckles more prominent. Max was at least fifteen years younger but that didn’t mean anything for them. Age was just a number. Madeline’s first husband unfortunately died of cancer twenty years ago and they didn’t have any kids. It was something she wanted but didn’t have the chance. Her business kept her busy however and after a long and painful grieving process, she bumped into Max. It was almost like a fairy tale, a classic bump into one another and a look in each other’s eyes set of the spark in both of them. Max kept her feeling younger than she is and his constant compliments kept her smiling every day. Of course, she hadn’t forgotten Michael, her first love but she was happy and that’s all he would have wanted. He said himself he didn’t want her moping every day when he was gone.

“Max it’s fine, honestly, you’re only looking out for her” Madeline smiled, and Max hummed, smiling as well.

“What happened to her apartment again?” she asked, pouring herself a cup of tea.

“She said there’s been a rat infestation, and everyone’s been forced out. I wish she had told me though before coming” he grumbled slightly.

“She can stay as long as she wants, it might be a good time for us to get to know each other, I hope” Madeline said with an easy voice and Max reached over, grabbing her hand, and giving it a squeeze.

“Don’t worry it’s not you, she’s always been like this whenever I’ve been with other people. After her mom died, it was just us two for so long and when I finally was able to move on, she couldn’t handle it. That’s when she got sick, the seizures started happening. For a while they calmed down but then she started behaving recklessly and then they started again” he said sadly.

“Is that why she can’t drink?” Madeline asked and Max nodded.

“The medication can have an effect with alcohol which is why I’m always on edge when she drinks. I tell her she shouldn’t, and she knows she shouldn’t but she’s my daughter and of course she doesn’t want to listen to her father” he slightly smiled at the end.

“What does she do for work?” Madeline asked curiously as Max sipped his coffee smacking his lips at the rich taste.

“She was working with a marketing company, marketing fashion but they moved their offices out of state which was too bad because she was so happy there. Then she worked in a high-end store, but the epilepsy meant she had to be supervised and it didn’t work out and then she had another job, but it didn’t stick” Max explained.

“So how does she live?” it was hard to believe a bright and beautiful girl like Violet couldn’t hold a job.

“Her mother left her some money and I help her from time to time” he confessed, and Madeline smiled softly, reaching for his hand.

“Of course, you do, she’s your little girl” Max chuckled.

“Yes, she is. Although it doesn’t much feel like that anymore. I want her to be independent but at the same time I can’t sit and watch her live like that”.

Violet had heard enough and pushed herself off the wall, appearing into the kitchen. Madeline was the first to catch her and smile widely while Max turned in surprise to see her.

“Morning sweetheart” he said.

“Morning daddy” Violet greeted.

“How did you sleep?” he asked.

“Good thank you, the rooms amazing” she murmured.

“Do you want some breakfast Violet” Madeline asked, and she nodded slowly, padding over to the empty seat beside her father. She scraped the chair against the tiled floor, sitting down slowly as she felt a crook in her neck. Madeline grabbed a plate and handed it to Violet, who thanked her quietly.

“Okay well I better go, I have a meeting at ten, I’ll see you later” he stood from his seat, checking his watch briefly before leaning over and kissing Madeline softly and slowly, his hand wrapping around her neck.

“Bye, love you” she whispered, and he grinned before leaning over and pecking Violet’s head. Violet smiled, falling into his sweet kiss. She hoped Madeline might feel jealous.

“Bye sweetie” he whispered and tapped her shoulder before heading off to work. The room fell silent, and Madeline stared at the newspaper in front of her, flicking through as she sipped her tea. She couldn’t help feeling a little intimidated by Violet. Any woman would be when their partners daughter clearly doesn’t like them and their trying to make it work but she was surprised when she heard her name.

“Madeline” Violet said softly, and she looked up.

“I’m sorry about yesterday, I had a lot to drink, and my epilepsy medication can sometimes make me act out. hope I didn’t cause too much of a scene” she smiled awkwardly, and Madeline shook her head, waving her hand about.

“Of course not, it’s fine, Your father told me about your epilepsy” of course he did.

“You know I was thinking I need to get a new outfit for this benefit I’m doing in a few weeks, and I wondered if you wanted to come shopping with me later. You have such good taste in clothes and old me is probably getting out a date a bit. Perhaps we can finally get to know each other a bit better. And I’m not saying that to make me sound like a stepmother or anything, so you don’t have to worry” she laughed softly at the end and Violet thought for a moment. Did she really want to spend the day with the wicked witch.

“Thank you, but I think I’ll just stay and rest for today… maybe tomorrow” she offered and Madeline grinned.

“Sure, tomorrow is great. I’ll pencil you in” she grabbed her diary next to her, flicking to the date and Violet couldn’t help but roll her eyes slightly but quickly covered it with a smile. It wasn’t something she wanted to do but it had to be done.

Chapter 4

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If you could put Bedivere's essence in a candle and sell it, what scent would it be? what color? and like what would be the very ultra specific nontangible vibe sorta name for said candle? 2 wicks??? 3? wood wicks for crackling yes or no

ok truly such a FUN question. i think if i captured bedivere's essence and put it in a candle... it would be something warm? i'm imagining like vanilla bean, mahagony, cinnamon for SURE ... idk if all those smell good together but that's the vibe.

i think the color of the candle should be a very deep dark rich brown with a lighter amberish tint on the edges... i think the nontangible vibe should be nostalgia, new beginnings, the weight lifting off of your shoulders knowing something good will come. yeah.

NAME FOR SAID CANDLE. hilarious if i said "morning stars". keeping it for the bit. 2 wicks (one for him and his beloved.) wood for crackling is a YES