#winter forest woodsy scent

[kai-atlantis]

What are your favourite scents?? 🌊🪵🌺☕️ <-some guesses

Hi hi! Hehe 👉🏽👈🏽 those are def some of them.

I think I like woodsy-comfy or fresh-herbal-clean scents.

Definitely a coffee shop with freshly brewed, strong espresso. Freshly baked sourdough. Pumpkin spice, clove and maple in the Fall. Winter rain on a forested mountainside. New book pages in a wooden store, and the must of old books in a library. Lavender, rose, palo santo wood, coconut! And the zest of a key lime.

I love scents 😬🌲🌧🎃🪵🌹🥥

[dhampiravidi]

my muses' favorite things...

Jayn

Food - peach ice cream & herb-crusted fish

Drink - hot coffee mixed with chocolate OR sangria

Colour - gold & where deep blue meets violet

Season - spring/summer

Scent - lavender

Instrument - violin

Time of Day - late morning

Item - anthology of fiction from her childhood

Movie - Iron Man

Naela

Food - Moroccan-style tagine (stew w/lamb, dried fruit, spices)

Drink - pretty much any fruit juice made fancy (like mimosas)

Color - periwinkle/lavender (like her/her mom's eyes)

Season - summer

Scent - fresh flowers

Music - harp OR anything by Shakira

Time of Day - late morning

Item - her sword(s) OR a worn fantasy romance paperback

Movie - The Princess Bride

Achilles

Food - banana pancakes OR spanakopita

Drink - he just wants gin, a frappuccino, or water

Color - sea green

Season - summer

Scent - the sea

Music - pop (like Britney Spears) & rock (like Nickelback)

Time of Day - noon

Item - a pair of earrings that his mom bought him

Movie - Star Wars III: Revenge of the Sith

Jas

Food - Japanese food (sushi, curry rice, mochi)

Drink - peppermint tea

Color - bubblegum pink

Season - spring

Scent - citrus

Music - classical (piano)

Time of Day - noon

Item - her dad’s necklace (Wayland ring on a leather cord)

Movie - A Bug’s Life (her dad took her to see it when she was little)

Skadi

Food - beef pot pie (potatoes, peas, carrots) OR blueberry muffins

Drink - something w/cinnamon (rum/horchata) OR Bai Mu Dan tea

Color - forest green

Season - spring & autumn

Scent - cinnamon OR fresh pastry

Music - low woodwinds & chanting

Time of Day - morning

Item - a Jotnar song her parent taught her

Movie - the LOTR trilogy + Good Will Hunting

Oraia

Food - dolmades (Greek stuffed grape leaves), pizettes (Italian chocolate cookies w/almonds & cinnamon)

Drink - paloma (tequila, lime juice, grapefruit soda) or mojito (white rum, sugar, lime juice, soda water & mint); peach green tea

Color - N/A, though she wears a lot of blue & white

Season - any time that isn't cold

Scent - vanilla

Music - Euopop, modern rock, anything worth dancing to

Time of Day - just after sundown

Item - the knife her mom gave her

Movie - Jumping the Broom OR Disney's Hercules

Hestia

Food - Thai coconut chicken soup OR Bûche de Noël [Yule Log]

Drink - Kahlua & Chai OR Chai Tea Latte

Color - orange

Season - winter

Scent - whatever her lover & her kid smell like

Music - 90s pop (mostly dance songs)

Time of Day - early morning

Item - picture of herself & a bunch of the X-Men outside

Movie - Love Actually

Rose

Food - garlic noodles (also she's a vegan, just sayin')

Drink - bourbon OR green tea (either w/honey)

Color - ballet pink OR white

Season - spring (no solstices & few cold breezes)

Scent - the sea

Music - punk-pop (especially acoustic covers)

Time of Day - early afternoon

Item - magic locket (allows for multidimensional comm w/father)

Movie - The Prestige

Aurelia

Food - chicken vindaloo

Drink - simple stuff. Latte. Tom Collins. CBD oil ;)

Color - jade green & gold

Season - summer

Scent - dewy grass, hot cocoa, woodsy cologne

Music - classic rock (especially The Rolling Stones)

Time of Day - early evening

Item - her wand OR a souvenir scarf from Nigeria

Movie - Die Hard OR Waiting to Exhale

Rela

Food - Jogan fruit OR a simple Chinese-style stir fry (vegetarian)

Drink - doesn’t like alcohol; Royal English Breakfast Tea (w/milk)

Color - the electric blue of a holobook

Season - autumn

Scent - trees & forests in general

Music - acoustic covers & R&B

Time of Day - middle of the night

Item - her late master, Maglos Nerot's, yellow lightsaber

Movie - historical documentaries (w/o reenactments)

Eugenia

Food - carbonara (pasta)

Drink - hates alcohol; Arnold Palmer (tea & lemonade)

Color - maroon

Season - spring

Scent - dewy grass

Music - R&B + 00s pop

Time of Day - late morning

Item - she can't pick (isn't materialistic anyway)

Movie - The Bodyguard OR Legends of the Fall

Shayera

Food - chicken mole enchiladas OR falafel

Drink - Hurricane (3x rum, grenadine, OJ, simple syrup) OR a vaguely fruity thing infused w/some caffeine

Color - hot pink

Season - autumn

Scent - cocoa butter

Music - 90s rap & modern alt (Hozier)

Time of Day - noon

Item - her mace

Movie - The Equalizer OR Rush Hour

Mu Lan

Food - nkwobi (spicy Nigerian stew w/cow foot & fish stock)

Drink - ginger beer (doesn't like drinking often)

Color - crimson

Season - spring

Scent - ginger

Music - violin OR indie folk (The Civil Wars, The Lumineers...)

Time of Day - late morning

Item - petals that she preserves in her books

Movie - Miss Congeniality

Monet

Food - steak (medium) frites

Drink - sidecar cocktail (cognac, orange liqueur, lemon juice)

Color - maroon

Season - summer

Scent - apple pie

Music - 80s pop music

Time of Day - noon

Item - her black trenchcoat (which she sometimes wears as M)

Movie - The Mummy

Fantomex

Food - pretty much anything French that's 4-star quality

Drink - White Russian (vodka, coffee liqueur & cream)

Color - white, sometimes silver

Season - winter

Scent - roses

Music - rap (in French, obviously)

Time of Day - nighttime

Item - a picture Evan (his adopted son/nephew) painted for him

Movie - Casablanca OR Atomic Blonde

Renée Michele

Food - her dad's étouffée OR her mom's lotus root pork bone soup

Drink - vodka & blue raspberry Jello shots OR caramel macchiato

Color - neon colors, typically purple

Season - summer (partly for the thunderstorms)

Scent - chocolate

Music - pop-punk & grunge

Time of Day - noon

Item - her eyes

Movie - Bullet Train

Rhea Livia

Food - cheeseburger w/onions & tomato OR pork broth ramen

Drink - Baya Energy Mango Guava (premade)

Color - electric blue

Season - summer

Scent - chamomile

Music - modern/10s pop

Time of Day - noon

Item - her skateboard

Movie - Scary Movie

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[ghostboyjules]

🐝, 🍯, 🎂, 🍃, & 💒 ;) <3

hiii Pan 💕 sorry for the long wait on these answers I'M A MESS. but you know this. you've met me irl.

🐝- describe your aesthetic in emojis

💀💙🥴🕰️🫣🔮🔊🎶

🍯- describe your favorite smell

if we're talking candle/perfume type scents, I'd say something on the warmer woodsy side. but I'm also fond of like. warmer coconut type smells. nothing too flowery or powdery tho. BUT more specifically. a scholastic bookfair in a library. and also the way it smells on a crisp winter morning around 7am (I'm remembering very vividly an Alabama winter morning mid December when the grass was all frosted and crunchy and the lil ditch puddles we had were frozen a lil bit...)

🎂- if you had 3 wishes, what would they be?

discounting the obvious like, much needed world solving issues, I'll give 3 that I would like very much currently : 1. I would wish that every genetic health issue that was given to me without my consent could be reversed. actually I would wish that v specific thing for anyone who would want it cause this shit fuckin sucks. cause like if I had brought this upon myself that's my own problem. but the fact that this was just?? passed to me?? and I have to deal with it?? fuckin sucks dude. 2. um I would wish that living comfortably and being happy would be easy and free. 3. I would wish that I could visualize any kind of food that I wanted and it would magically appear. (specifically right now I want a chocolate concrete mixer with cheesecake pieces from Culver's... I'm too broke but goddamn I want it so bad..)

🍃- would you rather live in a sea with mermaids or a forest with fairies?

may have already answered this, but absolutely the fae

💒- which show would you want to live in?

POKEMON!! POKEMON!!! I get to be friends with lil dudes?? and adventure?? like even if I had to live relatively normally, it'd still be so much cooler with my lil pokemon buddies. and before anyone says 'dude just get a pet' WRONG AND INCORRECT. tis not the same.

apologies in advance for the assuredly multiple typos in here, and also ily 💙 💕

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[one-fandom-became-all-fandoms]

@averysterekwinter Saturday's mood board and my last Very Sterek Winter 2022 post. It's a bit longer than the others, but I hope it's enjoyed regardless!

Stiles was infamous for being the worst omega in Beacon Hills. He was loud, brash, and talked too much for his own good. He was too tall, too bony, and even his scent wasn't appealing or alluringly sweet like most omegas. Instead, his natural pheromones mixed tart and savory tones into a sharp Odeur à la Stilinski.

No sane alpha would touch Stiles with a ten foot pole, which he loathed—but who wanted to be chained to a knothead anyways?

The argument didn't stand against the only judge Beacon Hills had had in half a century, Gerard Argent, who was pro-pairing unmated alphas and omegas after their twenty-first birthday in an archaic, over-ritualized mating run.

And guess who made the list this year.

~*~

Derek wasn't proud. Which, in hindsight, is probably why he's been forced to participate in this year's run—for the third unsuccessful year in a row.

Laura started to feel sorry for him. Cora thought he should start acting more "alpha-like" around town so he could nab someone's interest and be able to bow out of this idiotic and outdated tradition. It was how she didn't have to participate in this year's mating run, since the Lahey kid accepted her request to court him last week.

When he suggested only living in Beacon Hills from spring to autumn, Talia growled to him about their family, their roots, and how Derek should refuse to back down from challenges thrown out by bigots like Gerard Argent.

So, not even a week after his twenty-fourth birthday, Derek found himself hiding in one of the few alcoves littered across the preserve. It provided shelter from the light snowfall and wind chill, left Derek alone for the mandatory twelve hours he had to be in the woods for, and still had firewood in it from last ye—

Fire crackled in Derek's ears, which—weird—shouldn't have been happening, since no one ever found this place before. He made sure it was drenched in his albeit weak scent, but...

Some omega he'd never seen before seemed undeterred by Derek's claim on the cave, since he curled up in the deepest part of it with Derek's firewood burning brightly between them, hands outstretched towards the flames to warm his fingers.

Derek cleared his throat. Despite being an alpha he didn't put a lot of force behind it. Just enough to make his presence known—though the omega surely already heard his heartbeat and was ignoring him.

Surprisingly, the omega jumped with a "geh" tumbling from parted lips as he snapped to attention. Eyes landing on Derek, the omega exhaled, "Dude. Wear a bell," before turning back to the fire.

Raising his eyebrows, Derek replied, "Defeats the purpose of hiding, doesn't it."

The omega blinked, brown eyes amber by the bonfire. Looking around the cave with a confused expression, Derek realized how fake the concern was when the omega sarcastically stated, "I didn't see your name on anything."

It was Derek's turn to blink. "This place reeks of me. That should be claim enough, since no one would dare cross an alpha's territory." Looking at a blank expression, Derek amended, "Well. No one sane."

The boy shook his head. "This place doesn't smell like you. In fact," the omega stood, revealing a tall stature, "you don't even smell like anything, let alone an alpha."

It was one of Derek's many alpha-faults. He had been told by many family members how his scent wasn't weak, per se, but his woodsy, burning-maple scent often got overridden by more prominent fragrances others carried. It probably blended into the surrounding forest perfectly, no doubt masking Derek's presence as well, but...

Still.

The only thing that stroked his bruised ego was when the omega gulped and straightened after Derek flashed his red irises. "I assure you," he warned, "I am."

Despite fear clinging to the boy, his chin held high as he stated, "The cave's still mine."

"No," Derek sighed, shoulders resigned as he slowly walked across the stone floor, "it's ours."

The omega—Stiles, he revealed later—appreciated Derek's lack of arrogance as the man popped a squat next to the fire, off to the side to allow Stiles an escape route if he wanted one.

Derek respected the honest opinions—and there were plenty of those—Stiles had, since the alpha rarely received such blunt comments due to people typically cowering in fear around him.

Overall, the twelve hours didn't seem so long when Derek had someone to spend them with.

~*~

The following New Year's Eve, neither man had to spend the day hiding in snow-clad woods. Instead, they spent the evening curled around their own fireplace, encasing their newly-shared living room in a soft, yellow-and-red glow.

A/N: I do not own any picture in the above mood board, I am only responsible for putting them together and editing them. All images belong to their respective owners.

[caspian-the-seafarer]

Edmund

Edmund smells like old books and forests: he’s soft and subtle and crisp.

He spends most of his time in the library, drinking in knowledge like a dying man, and the scent of old books seems to cling to him no matter how often he bathes.

He quickly becomes an expert at chess, surpassing everyone else in Narnia within months, and he’s good at connecting those theoretical tactics to the battlefield.

He’s hardly ever angry, and his reaction to being deceived is usually to laugh and give them credit for getting one over on him.

In fact, he volunteers to take over the responsibilities of ambassador to Archenland just so he can visit his friends and reminisce about Cor and Corin switching places on him. He’s constantly encouraging them to go get in trouble and Aravis thinks he’s hilarious.

He’s quiet around outsiders, though, and very few people ever truly know him. His smiles are rare and soft.

He grows his hair to his shoulders and keeps it like that, no matter how often Susan complains that it looks messy and disheveled, and he never brushes it.

His favorite food is oranges, although he can’t seem to place why: it’s because he always got them in his stocking at Christmastime, back in England.

He likes to wander the forests at night, even when he goes back to England: it’s easier for him to think when no one else is around, and he loves the scents of the different trees.

The woodsy smells cling as tightly to him as the books, and eventually Lucy starts making him soap with woodsy scents.

Peter worries about him alone at night, but the trees would never allow their gentle prince to come to harm or tell the secrets that he whispers to them.

He doesn’t go out much in the winter, though. He prefers to stay inside, by the fireplace and the crackling logs, preferably with his siblings by his side to distract him from the memories that flood his nightmares.

He never uses sleighs and he nearly has a breakdown when the Calormene ambassador comes in one with bells on it.

But when he wakes up screaming from his nightmares, at least one of his siblings is always there.

And they sit by the fire together with hot chocolate or cider until he’s ready to fall asleep again.

He’s incredibly competitive and he loves going to tournaments in Peter’s place to see the looks on the knights’ faces when a “lesser king” beats them without even breaking a sweat.

Edmund smells like books and bark and citrus and secrets.

[osamiiya]

Pairings: Daichi Sawamura x Reader, Sugawara Koshi x Reader, Asahi Azumane x Reader, Tanaka Ryuunosuke x Reader, Nishinoya Yuu x Reader, Kageyama Tobio x Reader, Tsukishima Kei x Reader, Yamaguchi Tadashi x Reader (Separate)

A/n: I'm bored and avoiding my notes, also Hinata's is in the "Scents I Associate with the MSBY boys" post

*Again, all my opinion.

Daichi Sawamura

I think he smells pretty earthy

Pine, dirt, rain, but it's not gross

Like a forest right after it rains

It's pretty comforting, especially when he just gathers you in his arms and hugs you.

You've definitely asked him why he smells like -that-

He dosent know, maybe it's his deodorant

Sugawara Koshi

This boy probably smells like coffee. I cant place why, but that's just the vibe I get.

Coffee but make it sweet and slightly faint.

Maybe it's his nickname 'Suga' that's influencing me.

This smell is super calming, and it's nice to just sit in his lap and lay your head in his neck as he strokes your hair

It's very nostalgic for some reason

Azumane Asahi

🥺

He probably smells like laundry.

But like, not in a weird way

I don't know why, but it's reminiscent of burrowing into fresh warm blankets during the winter

Maybe it's his detergent being really strong, but it's nice.

Especially when he comes out of the shower, puts on a clean shirt, and he just lays you on his chest, playing with your hair.

Tanaka Ryuunosuke

Axe deodorant and another smell that you can't really place

He uses it because he thinks it makes him smell good, and he genuinely likes the smell

Saeko yelled at him do he dosent use as much anymore, so it's just subtly there, the smell barely clinging to his clothes.

His jackets especially

As for the other smell? You can't really place it. It's very slightly musky, and overall just so HIM

He'll bundle you up in his jackets or shirts, proud of himself when you cuddle into them, and then scoop you up and spoon you, tickling you occasionally

Nishinoya Yuu

crayons

But actually, probably smells slightly bittersweet.

I know it's not a smell, but it's like slightly bitter and like autumn leaves, and then if you really focus, you can find hints of sweetness.

In conclusion, fall leaves, like when you're walking near a bunch of fallen leaves

It's also pretty subtle and you can't really smell it unless you're really close.

Like, his hands in your front pockets, pulling you to him to give you a kiss.

Kageyama Tobio

This man probably smells slightly like citrus

No, it's not the milk making him smell like this.

Kageyama takes care of his physical hygiene pretty well, and wants to smell clean.

Different from the clean Sakusa smells like though, it's the smell of an unpeeled lemon when you hold it up to your nose

Maybe it's the soap he uses

All I know is that it would be great to just sit in his lap with his head on your shoulder, watching a movie

Tsukishima Kei

He smells like wood probably

Not woodsy like Daichi, but like sandalwood, cedarwood etc.

Probably a kinda muddled smell, like it's not sharp to your senses

It's not sweet at all, it's bitter and unbelievably him

You can especially smell it when he's holding something of yours above his head, making you lean against him and reach for it.

Very masculine smell. 10/10 would find it at bath and body works

Yamaguchi Tadashi

Probably smells slightly fruity

Like strawberries maybe

Or blueberries

it's a sweet smell and it's instantly recognizable as his.

You've asked him if he wears perfume and he just laughed and said "no"

Not complaining though, it's great when he holds your hand and pulls you close into his sife when someone else passes by, creating more room and then sending you a smile

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let me come home: one.

Summary: After years at a dead-end job shouldering everyone’s expectations for you but your own, you’re finally free to be whoever you want, go wherever you want. That is, until a series of unfortunate events strand you in Amber’s End, where the sheriff – and notoriously unmated pack alpha – decides to take you in.

Pairing: alpha!Steve Rogers x omega!Reader

Notes: So, so excited to be kicking this off - eep! This chapter and the next will be a lot of setting the stage before we really dive in, but I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it anyway! As a reminder, this is for @official-and-unstable-satan‘s fic-off challenge! @fallen-comrade challenged me with gifs one and two, the first one being where our story begins. Divider credit goes to @writeyourmindaway​!

Chapter warnings: Werewolf AU, A/B/O dynamics.

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The town of Amber’s End is a quiet one  — has been as long as anyone can remember. Even Steve Rogers, their sheriff of fifteen years, can’t recall a time that trouble beyond a couple unruly pups had made it to his desk. Still, he takes his duties seriously. At the start of every day, he makes rounds, a watchful eye on each business as it opens. And at noon, six, and midnight sharp, he shifts into his wolf form and patrols the forests that circle the town.

It's Friday afternoon in a deep winter, the type that brought knee-high snow and teeth-chattering cold as early as November. A fresh layer of snow yields beneath his paws and he looks across the forest sprawl for disturbances. Usually, they’re far and few between. Most Amber’s End folk live near Main Street to keep the pack close, so it’s uncommon for anyone to venture this far without a reason. Even more so in the dismal weather. But today, Steve is surprised to pick up something — someone  — at the far edge of the woods.

His first whiff of them is brief; enough to flare his nostrils, but lacking the potency for his senses to follow. He pauses still, head turning to discern the source. Then, a breeze kicks up  — snares the aroma and makes it stick. There’s cinnamon and ginger, a hint of nutmeg too. Homey, but pungent scents that strike him, half because of how good they are, and half because he’s never smelled them before.

Peculiar, when Steve makes a habit of knowing every wolf in his town.

Just like that, he’s on the hunt, moving as fast as his legs can carry him through the thick of bare bushes and trees. He hears Bucky scolding him already for running headfirst into danger, no heed for protocol or his own safety. But, something in the scent’s light profile makes him think there’s nothing to worry about. 

When he clears the trees around a far west meadow, he’s inclined to believe he’s right.

What he finds is you: a wolf barely half his size with dark brown fur and golden streaks down your back and hind legs. Between your size and the quality of your scent, it isn’t hard to work out that you’re an omega — unmated, going by the markless neck — and his interest is piqued. Not many omegas come through this area alone. 

Just as he sees you, you see him and your body locks up. You’re not surprised to see another werewolf around — the area’s known for its dense population of your kind — but you’ve never seen one that size, even among your pack growing up. You don’t even need to get close to know it’s an Alpha, his presentation as visible in his presence as it is in his woodsy smell. 

The fact that you aren’t in his pack means he can’t speak to you when you’re  like this. But, it’s obvious that he’s inspecting you, assessing the foreign wolf that’s appeared before him. The scrutiny makes you just as wary of him as he is of you. Threatened alphas are a bad bunch, and you don’t want to do anything that’ll provoke him. 

That vigilance only grows as he starts to close the distance, deliberate steps until he’s only feet away and towering over you. You acknowledge his status in turn. Head lowered, body arched, you’re nearly shrinking away; not afraid, but cautious. The Alpha responds by circling you, deep blue eyes tracing you from snout to back paw as though deciphering you from that alone. Now that he’s so close, you make out a steady, rumbling growl every time the wind picks up, which only compounds the growing tension.

You can’t seem to figure him out.

There’s another muted moment of inspection, then suddenly the Alpha goes from circling distance to inches away. His nose meets a patch of fur below your jaw, pressing down with such impact it moves your head, and it comes so abruptly you have to assume it’s pure instinct. Even the most controlled Alphas can’t stop the feral tendencies. And like him, you react without thinking, try to pull away. The shift earns a warning gnash of his teeth that commands you even without words. Stay put. 

He’s soaking you in, likely to memorize the new smell. It dawns on you then that he’s probably not just an alpha, but the alpha — Amber’s End leader and protector. It would explain the caution, the way he vets you and the threat you pose. A few more minutes pass tensely, his breath hot on your throat as he drags his snout down the length of it. Then, he’s back at his circling distance, less intense and surly, and giving you a relenting look.

You can stay.

When he’s certain he’s understood, the Alpha tips his head towards a green Jeep at the end of the meadow. You nod once to answer his unspoken question, which is all it takes to start him walking you to it. Once there, he gives you his back - an offer of privacy - and you take the moment to shift and tug on your clothes. You clear your throat when you’re decent and he turns to find you bundled up from head to toe. If he were human, he might chuckle - even with werewolves running hot, this area’s known for its unusually brutal chill and it seems you did your homework. He can’t see more than your eyes under all the layers, but it doesn’t do much to stop the scent of you wafting out to meet him. He’s oddly pleased about that.

Meanwhile, you take him in, less on edge than earlier, but not completely settled. Being human while he stays a wolf makes you more vulnerable than you’d already been, and you’re uneasy, not knowing what he’s planning next. You shift on your heels in a nervous tick and quickly, he picks up on your nerves. Shifting up on his legs to take a running stance, the Alpha glances at your car expectantly. You follow the gaze and stare for a spell before you realize he means for you to drive while he runs along to guide the way. Briefly, you consider refusing ---- pack alpha or not, you don’t know where he could be taking you. But, it doesn’t bode well to reject his authority so soon after receiving permission to be here. So, you nod, swallow thickly, then climb into your car for the ride. 

It turns out to be a short one, which you’re grateful for. And your nerves wane some when you realize that he’s just taking you to his car -- a large Dodge truck emblazoned with the county sheriff seal.

Like you, the larger wolf’s first step is to take on his human form, disappearing behind his vehicle while you get out of yours. When he emerges, fully shifted and dressed, you nearly lose your breath. The sight of him shouldn’t surprise you — you know that any wolf with that much presence would naturally have that translate into their human form. But, you still aren’t prepared for how utterly imposing this man is. Hair grown dark from the season, he easily boasts a height of six feet and then some, and shoulders broad enough to fill a doorway. He’s pulled on a t-shirt, flannel, and slack jeans that do nothing to hide the muscle that bounds him, and when he watches you through the hair falling into his eyes, you feel yourself tremble. Alphas are intimidating as it is, but him — he’s something else. “What’s your name?” His voice is as impactful as he is, and it takes you a moment to work up the nerve to answer.

When you do, he nods curtly. “Steve Rogers - I’m the sheriff here. You just passing through?”

You nod back, the action a lot less short coming from you as you fold your hands in front of you. “Yeah - doing a little road trip and this is one of my stops. I was hoping to get a room for a night before I head on.” You don’t offer more than that, and he doesn’t press you to. No probing questions about what you’re doing on the road, no offhand comments about being on your own --- just acceptance in the form of a hum and a glance down the road leading into town. You have to hope all his pack members are as gracious.

“Alright,” he says finally, eyes returning to your face. “I can show you the way. The roads this time of year can be a handful if you’re not used to it, so I don’t want you wandering. Hop back in your car and we’ll go.”

The second ride behind him proves to be a lot less daunting than the first. You take advantage of the broken tension to take in the sights. Amber’s End is known for being isolated and close knit, but you’d never heard about how picturesque the area is too. The woods grow less dense the closer you get to civilization, evergreens blurring to nothing in your periphery; but the idyllic nature stays put. The first buildings you see are quaint and comfortable, like something out of a 90’s film, and you find that’s a running theme as you follow Steve down what seems to be their main road.

For one in the afternoon, it’s surprisingly empty, the only signs of life people you catch through windows and briefly cracked doors. But, you imagine this is normal for them -- this slow, even pace. It intrigues you, and you make a note to do some exploring once you’re settled in.

From there, it doesn’t take long for Steve to get you to the Hummingbird Motel; Amber’s End’s first and only lodging in town. For a place established in 1935, it’s quite modern; exterior designed and painted in ways that boast knowledge of industry trends. Whether the rooms reflect that is to be determined, but you’re admittedly eager to find out. Steve pulls into the parking lot first, but doesn’t drive into a spot. Instead, he makes room for you and rolls down his window to get you to do the same. “I’ve got to head back in, but the folks who run this place are real nice - you’ll be in good hands.”

You smile at him from your window. “Thank you - I appreciate the help.”

For the first time since you’ve met, Steve smiles as well, the spread of his mouth giving his rugged face a more handsome quality. It’s almost hard to believe it’s the same man who’d so stoically assessed you moments before. “‘Course. That’s what I’m here for. You take care.” His final goodbye comes in a wave before he peels out of the lot. You keep watching him until he turns the corner and disappears out of sight.

Not a bad start, you think to yourself, slipping out the driver’s seat to grab your duffle from the trunk. The motel lobby is stark empty when you enter, which gives you an eerie feeling you’re not particularly fond of. When an old woman -- Peggy, she shares in a winsome British accent -- finally emerges at the front desk, you realize that that feeling may have been instinct teasing out the bad news: you’d just missed the last vacant room.

You’re disappointed, for sure, but nothing you’re not getting used to. You’ve made a point, after all, to hit out-of-the-way towns ---- the kinds of places that don’t always have the most forgiving accommodations. So, you’ve slept in your car more times than you ever planned for now, and in varying degrees of weather to boot. You wave off Peggy’s apologetic look with a reassuring grin before returning to your Jeep to leave the motel behind.

////

A few hours later, it’s the dinner rush at Ruby’s Diner, and you’re scrolling through an article with a french fry in your free hand and a bag of souvenirs beside you in the booth. After leaving the Hummingbird, you’d done the rounds on Main Street as planned and were pleasantly surprised by the range of goods it had to offer. 

You tried not to get much, but couldn’t steer away from a few trinkets for your parents and the friends keeping up with your wayward travels. Now, all that’s left for you and Amber’s End is the rest of your cheeseburger dinner (outrageously good) and a chilly night in the backseat of your Jeep ---- a night you’ve prepared for with a blanket from your last shop.

You’re mid-swipe and bite when you hear your name from above you. You don’t need to turn to know who it is; that piney smell and rumbling voice are impossible to forget or misplace, and your cheeks are already warm when you turn to find Steve looking down on you.

In the time since you last saw him, he’s changed into a different shirt -- a blue denim button down that fits him well -- and found himself a jacket. It’s thinner than what you’d expect for a place so cold, but your guess is that he barely feels it, big as he is. You smile wordlessly to greet him. 

“I thought that was you,” he muses, as if he hadn’t picked you out by scent alone. “How’s the rest of your day been? Settled in alright?”

You lift a shoulder in a shrug, smile still intact. “Hasn’t been too bad! Just missed a room at the Hummingbird, but I’m making for it with a little retail therapy and some good french fries.”

You expect him to respond with something equally light, but Steve’s expression turns sour instead. “Missed a room? You mean there were no vacancies?”

“Didn’t sound like it, but no big deal. I’ve slept in my car before, so what’s one night before I head out in the morning.”

Steve scoffs, a reaction that has you blinking at him in confusion. “Absolutely not,” he chides, hands coming up to either side of his trim waist as his gaze on you narrows. “The temperature goes double below here most nights, you can’t sleep in your car.” He weighs a thought, twisting his mouth to the side before nodding when he settles on it. “How about you stay with me. I have a guest room that’s ready to go.” 

You, on the other hand, are ready to protest, brows knitting and mouth parted around the words. But, Steve beats you to the punch with a heavy glance, sternness only an Alpha can manage flashing in his eyes.

For a beat, there’s nothing but him staring, and you watching back, prepared to insist if you have to. Then, the diner door swings open ahead of some eager teens and a chill sweeps up to take the room. You stiffen so fast, your teeth grind on impact, and like clockwork, Steve’s scent stinks of sharp assuredness. When you look back, he’s got an eyebrow raised, expectant and sure, and his arms folded over his chest.

Your body sags with a sigh. “Fine,” you give in, “but only for tonight.”

[southernvampire]

hello lovely ❣ could I get a 5 for Sawyer and Ava? Please and thank you ☺

thank you so much for the prompt!! I got inspired by this ask seraphinitegames answered and just had to write Ava and Sawyer on a vacation. they both need it. I really like this and may polish it a bit up and continue it later so keep an eye out for that :) 

words: 542

rating: t 

“This is perfect.”

Sawyer cuddled closer to Ava, enjoying the heat from the fire and the weight of the tartan blanket that covered them both. They laid on the couch, Sawyer half on top of Ava, their legs intertwined with hers as they soaked up her warmth like a cat in the sun.

“I didn’t expect snow so early in the year,” Ava said, wrapping an arm around Sawyer. “Are you warm enough?”

“Perfectly.” They squeezed her as they breathed in her newly-gained woodsy scent from earlier.

There was nowhere else Sawyer would rather be than in this cabin they chose to vacation in. It was Ava’s idea to stay here, surrounded by nothing but trees in the northern countryside, and Sawyer was starting to understand why she chose this rather than the beach or a big city. The quiet and calm of the forest was welcome, and the early snow brought a special kind of peace to the landscape. They never knew how solitude from others could be so enticing until now. It was as if no one else existed in the world other than Ava and them; it was even hard to think about other people in the vast countryside.

“That seems to be your favorite word today,” she chuckled.

Sawyer gazed up at her, admiring the way the firelight highlighted the contours of her face and brought out a sparkle in her eyes. She seemed more at home here than in a town or city, more relaxed. Her shoulders held no tension in them and she was no longer constantly searching for danger. For once, she seemed to be taking having a vacation seriously by not acting too seriously at all. Or at least as much as Ava could manage.

“There’s no other word for it,” they replied as they nestled their head onto her shoulder. “No work to do, no rogues or Trappers, no crime, just us and this cabin and the snow.”

Ava’s dimples deepened as she smiled. “I’m glad you like it here.”

“How could I not? It’s gorgeous and now it’s a winter wonderland!”

“I’m afraid there’s not much we can do now; we didn’t prepare for the cold.”

A smirk crossed their face. “No, but I am thankful for it.”

“How so?” Ava asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It gave me the opportunity to watch you chop wood,” they said, smiling wider and thinking back to how amazing Ava’s arms looked as she effortlessly cleaved through logs of wood, splitting them apart as if they were butter. “Besides, I think we can find other ways to entertain ourselves indoors.”

Ava hummed in agreement, and for a moment neither of them could take their eyes off each other. Sawyer leaned forward, their lips almost touching Ava’s, before they dipped their head down and kissed her neck slowly, tenderly, feeling her pulse quicken under their touch. She gasped softly, and the sound encouraged Sawyer to trail their kisses toward her jawline and cheek before landing on the corner of her mouth, teasing her until she moved her head for a full kiss that melted into several more.

“Shall we take this to the bedroom?” Ava asked.

Sawyer kissed her and said, “Not if you don’t want to.”

[nerdishpursuits]

RULES: Answer 20 questions then tag 20 blogs you want to get to know better.

Tagged by @aliciaclarkes , @chuckzacharylevi  and @butmakeitgayblog

Thanks you guys 🥂

1. Name: Paula

2. Nickname: I don’t really have one I guess (although there’s one person who sometimes calls me Pauly, if that counts)

3. Zodiac sign: Aquarius (aka. camp for weirdos and lunatics)

4. Height: According to some online converter thingie 5'3.78 (1.62 cm) - the American metric system always sends me into a tailspin 🤦‍♀️ 

5. Languages: Romanian, English, German, Spanish (I can understand and read Italian, French and Portuguese - and also speak a little but I’m a tad rusty in that department)

6. Nationality: Romanian

7. Favorite season: I love them all actually, especially when it comes to symbolism and the feeling each of them conjures; but I’ve a soft spot for autumn with its profound, melancholy streak

8. Favorite Flower: Peonies 🌸 (tho gimme all the flowers, I’m such a flower hoe)

9. Favorite scent(s): the distinctive scent of books - old and new; lavender; the resinous scent of ancient forests, sap and bark and cold, thunderous mountain rivers; anything woodsy (from candles to fresh-cut wood to logs burning in the hearth); honeysuckle and jasmine tobacco on late, summer-nights; the soothing, salt-kissed scent of the ocean; the cleansing fragrance that descends after summer storms; fields of wildflowers in bloom; freshly washed sheets and scented candles

10. Favorite color: Blue (all shades of navy and dusk); Green (shades of dark spruce and deep forest green)

11. Favorite animal: Horses, dogs, wolves, Orca whales & dolphins

12: Favorite fictional character: Lexa

13. Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: Tea (tho hot chocolate is my favorite  winter-comfort-drink)

14. Average sleep: 6-8 hours

15. Cats or dogs: Dogs

16: Number of blankets: 1 fluffy goodness

17. Dream trip: Australia & New Zealand, Alaska & I’d love to see the Grand Canyon

18. Blog established: February 2011 👀

19. How many followers: 6879 (no 🤷‍♀️ why tho)

20: Random fact about you: I can’t stand the ticking of clocks in my room

tagging @i-like-heda , @anonbemetoo , @tinytinydragon,​  @houseofheda, @100hearteyes , @ad11, @syngularitysyn (should you guys feels like it)

[roughentumble]

what kinda smells(like for perfumes n candles n stuff) i think the witcher boys would like, entirely based on personal preference/bias with no real allowance for canon:

geralt- strawberries(i love strawberries... top tier smell. therefore my preference has been bestowed upon geralt. the highest of honors i assure u)

lambert- citrus(this is a little based on canon, in that he is a sour little bitch, but also oranges just smell rly nice)

eskel- either rly rly light/mild stuff, like those candles that are called like Winter Forest or whatever and it kinda somehow smells like crisp snow, which isnt rly a smell but goddamn did those yankee candle fuckers pull it off, or just like. vanilla(hes my sweet boy but hes also a plain bitch in this regard!!!! baby boy. likes the basics. and/or the weird Scenery ones. like those ones called fuckin..... Moonlit Walk. what does a moonlit walk smell like???? only yankee candle knows, but whatever the smell is its light and inoffensive and weirdly delightful, and its exactly eskel's jam)

jaskier- floral and/or woodsy stuff. (technically you could swap him and eskel and i think it'd be equally valid, but. who are we kidding jaskier definitely wears rose scented stuff thats so cloying it leaves u gagging)

[ikesenhell]

Tag Yourself: The Warlords as Aesthetics

Nobunaga: Glossy black. Thorned roses. The smell of a bonfire in the mountains. A piercing stare. A chorus echoing in a cathedral. Rich velvet and the sharp edge of a sword. Lightning storms. Command.

Hideyoshi: Emerald green. Pine trees. The smell of petrichor. Knotted and folding shoulder blades. Children singing at play. The ridges of a well-made basket. A calm spring day. Endurance.

Masamune: Cobalt. Larkspur. Rich leather. Well-defined curve of the hip. The faint scraping of cooking utensils. Smooth stones and metal rings. An overcast ocean day. Advancing.

Mitsuhide: White. Lilies. Fresh linen and the tang of iron. Thin, long, beautiful hands. A twist of lips between teeth. Dealing cards between the palms. The last grey streaks of night. Thought.

Ieyasu: Dandelion yellow. Daffodils. The peppery smell of spices. A rolling slope of the throat. Grinding of a pestle. Sorting jars by precise labels. Red dawn. Intent.

Mitsunari: Lilac. Babies breath. The scent of thick parchment. Soft hair that sweeps in the wind. Crumpling paper and the flip of a page. The ridges of a brush and warm fur. Gentle fog. Kindness.

Kenshin: Ice blue. Weeping willows. The sharp smell of winter. A bright eyed stare. A lone singer in a valley. Weighty swing of a sword. Thick snow. Memory.

Shingen: Burnt orange. Amaryllis. The scent of chocolate and coffee. A cupid's bow in the lip. Shifting of rustling fabric. Delicate fingertips to a lover's spine. Rustling wind in the leaves. Prediction.

Yukimura: Crimson. Heather. Rich musks and spices. Sharp, angular biceps. The huff of breath just before the effort. Hoisting bundles onto your shoulder, scraping hemp rope. A hot, sunny day. Weight.

Sasuke: Forest green. Overgrown ivy. Clean, woodsy scents. The notch of a collarbone. Crunch of leaves underfoot, or the echo against a marble floor. The clink of microscope slides in hand. Cool, rainy days. Opportunity.

Kennyo: Rich fuschia. Lotuses. Burning incense. The slope of a regal nose. A echoing singing bowl in a temple. Scraping ash from a plate and feeling its weightlessness. The pull of low tide on a drizzling day. Locked.

EDIT: Added by @captainmotonari

Motonari: Gold. Pointed mangroves. The scent of sea salt. Wrinkles formed by the eyes from a wide smirk. The groan of a ship's hull as it powers through a storm. Fingers curling into rich, foreign fabric. Sunny days with a strong breeze. Guarded.

[batgirl-87]

Hogwarts Mystery Gang: Signature Scents

So while making the Amortentia post for the HPHM Gang I did a lot of research with perfume/cologne notes which inspired this post which is purely just for fun ;) I may even do more, who knows?!

I had a lot of fun making this and I have to say I’m actually rather proud of it. Enjoy =)

(If you want to reblog with, or make a post about your own MC’s and/or Jacob, please do so and tag me =) Images ended up larger than intended...)

My MC - Adelyn-Keira: Black Opium - Yves Saint Laurent  

“A rock ‘n’ roll interpretation of the classic that should highlight the dark, mysterious side” “Fascinating and seductively intoxicating, the opening notes of adrenaline-rich coffee and the sweet sensuality of vanilla recline into the softness of white flowers for a modern, young, and vibrant interpretation of addiction.” “A haunting kind of innocent sweet creamy dream” “Intoxicating, warm and cozy, alluring, sexy and beautiful” “Sweet. Warm. Sexy. Beautiful. Sophisticated.” “Fall in a bottle” “Dark. Sweet. Sexy. Spicy. Enticing.” 

Notes: Coffee, Vanilla, Warm Spice, White Floral, Pink Pepper, Patchouli, Pear, Jasmine, Orange Blossom, Bitter Almond, Cedar, Licorice, Cashmere Wood

Rowan: Vert d’Encens - Tom Ford (unisex)

“Represents the scented interpretation coast of Corsica, sophisticated, aromatic, and wild” “Smoky incense, pine resin, and fir balsam evoke the sense of a dense forest and rugged peaks, while delectable heliotrope and woods heighten the grand atmosphere of sea and shadow.” “[This] is what promiscuous forest Nymphs would smell” “A walk through a warm forest” “Beautiful green earthy incense” “Aromatic. Distinguished. Epic. Wild.”

Notes: Woodsy, Balsamic, Aromatic, Wood Resin, Pine, Incense, Balsam Fir, Heliotrope, Fresh, Green, Smoky

Ben: Cool Cotton - Clean (unisex) 

(Or Blur - Maison Martin Margiela [I thought the name of this one was also perfect =p])

“A citrus aromatic fragrance for men and women” “Clean, fresh, simple” “Like freshly laundered cotton sheets” “Clear blue skies, beaming rays of sunshine, and the soothing texture of soft cotton” “Reminiscent of Spring” “Subtle and calm, fresh and crisp”

Notes: Cotton, Citrus, Mint, Musk, Amber 

Penny: Beautiful - Estée Lauder 

“A romantic, light bouquet of a thousand flowers, combined with citrus on the top and warm, woodsy notes in the base.” “Intensive floral heat is sweet...the base notes are warm and elegant [creating a] creamy, vintage, rich floral chypre” “Intoxicating,classy, elegant, complex, fresh, and feminine.” “Romantic. Feminine. Memorable.”

Notes: Floral, Aromatic, English Marigold, Rose, Carnation, Tuberose, Jasmine, Mimosa, Lily, Orange-Flower, Ylang-Ylang, Lilac, Chamomile, Freesia, Sandalwood, Amber, Violet, Vanilla, Mandarin Orange, Fruity Notes, Black Currant, Bergamont, Green, Vetiver, Sage, Neroli, Cedar 

Bill: L’Homme Intense - Prada for men

(TBH I almost went with Fahrenheit Absolute by Dior which is a smokier, more intense, “darker” version of Fahrenheit, with amber and myrrh, described as “leaving an impression of adventure” because I thought while Bill had this one, Charlie liked it but it was a bit too much for him so he went for the Fahrenheit version instead which is woodsier. So... alternative? Options?)

“High quality, expensive, cool, smooth, seductive, mature” “A multi-layered experience...to evoke the elusive nature of the multi-faceted Prada man” “Imagine a gentleman wearing this scent in the Fall/Winter, well dressed, having a glass of wine with an attractive woman on the couch in front of a fireplace (Fleur =p)” “Familiar and comforting” “Soft and playful but also elegant, classy, and sexy” “Sweet and spicy” “Masculine. Sexy. Alluring.”

Notes: Leather, Amber, Iris, Tonka Bean, Patchouli, Sandalwood, Myrrh 

Barnaby: Boss Bottled - Hugo Boss for men

“Warm, sweet, inoffensive, subtly sexy” “Classic, manly, elegant, and cozy”  “The fragrance is fresh and sharp with a woodsy base. A fresh and fruity  blended with floral and spicy heart with a masculine base.” “Smooth, creamy, masculine, and seductive” “Soft, elegant, and sweet” “Woody, warm spices, masculine citrus, fresh...A calm scent, gentle, sparkling like a stream in the sunlight” “A loveable scent with a simple agenda” “Like an inviting, sensual apple pie” “Fresh. Sweet. Spicy.”

Notes: Woody, Vanilla, Warm Spice, Fruity, Apple, Cinnamon, Sandalwood, Bergamont, Plum, Vetiver, Mahogany, Oakmoss, Cedar, Carnation, Geranium, Olive Tree, Musk

Andre: Touch for Men - Burberry 

(or L’Homme Ultime - Yves Saint Laurent - it was almost this one but Andre and Burberry are a match made in heaven. I almost gave him two signature scents because I had such a difficult time deciding between this one and Touch for Men - or Mr. Burberry Indigo - other options/alternatives) 

“Sophisticated, confident, sexy.” “A clean fragrance created by fairy dust. From a magical wish to the physical realm... Captivating and addicting.”  “Versatile - can be dressed up and be formal and classy or dressed down and casual” “Beautiful, intoxicating violet leaf gives off a powdery vibe accented by clean musk and spicy pepper and cedar” “Subtle fragrance that makes you feel clean and sophisticated”  “Classy and fresh” “Soft and refined, unique and classy.”  “Dressy casual” “Classic representation - a gentleman” “Unique, sexy, fresh, energizing” “Fresh and elegant” “Sophisticated and comforting” “Elegant and creamy” “A gentleman’s cologne” “A versatile, wearable fragrance that is welcoming but rich in contrast”

Notes: Fresh Spicy, Ozonic, Musky, Woody, Aquatic, Aromatic - Violet Leaf, White Musk, White Pepper, Tonka Bean, Cedar, Nutmeg, Vetiver, Artemisia, Mandarin Orange 

Tulip: Byzance - Rochas

“Floral, aldehydic, vintage, woodsy-spice” “Unique, strong, beautiful” “Very strong and complex with a dark mysterious vibe” “80s vibe” “Conveys the message ‘I know what I’m doing’ without being domineering or a know-it-all” “Oriental-floral and warm spice that reminds one of Turkey”

Notes: Warm Spice, Floral, Woody, White Floral, Tuberose, Aldehydes, Turkish Rose, Carnation, Spices, Ylang-Ylang, Sandalwood, Cardamom, Jasmine, Heliotrope, Amber, Vanilla, Musk, Anise, Basil, Lily, Mandarin Orange, Green Notes

Tonks: Rock Angel - Oriflame 

(And maybe later Roses & Chocolate - Mancera ;p)

“Fragrance for modern women inspired by rock music and youthful rebellion as well as tenderness and elegance that are symbolized by an angel. This fragrances tends to illustrate and distinguish the two sides of a woman - the temperamental and strong side and the gentle and subtle side. ‘Destroy stereotypes, redefine the boundaries, show the world your unique combination of gentleness and power’ it demands.” “Definitely one with a strong personality”

Notes: Fruity, Sweet - Bergamot, Pear, Red Apple, Peach, Praline, Grapefruit, Gardenia, Rose, Vanilla, Violet, Patchouli, Sandalwood, Musk, Cedar, Tuberose

Charlie: Fahrenheit - Dior 

“A woody, floral, musk fragrance for men” “A resolutely contemporary fragrance characterized by a meeting of extremes. Fresh, elegant notes blend in perfect harmony with bolder, more virile overtones to create a scent that is warm, subtle, and distinguished.” “Represents the ‘perfect man’ - Classically masculine [while] unafraid to show a softer side. Doesn’t mind getting their hands dirty as long as the job gets done but cleans up nicely. He’s fun, can laugh at himself, has manners and class. A true gentleman who treats his date with respect yet a sexual stunner when appropriate. Showcases his intellect without being pretentious or condescending. Knows his strengths without being arrogant.”

Notes: Leather, Fresh Spice, Aromatic, Woody, Ozonic, Honeysuckle, Nutmeg, Vetiver, Violet Leaf, Musk, Lavender, Cedar, Sandalwood, Amber, Patchouli, Hawthorn, Tonka Bean, Bergamont, Jasmine, Mandarin Orange 

Jae: Intense Oud - Gucci

“Simple elegance, smooth, refined, rich” “Dark and warm” “A cleverly crafted fragrance” “Deep and richly layered character” “Simplistic Elegance. Daring. Subtle Sophistication. Warmth.” “Manly, sophisticated, comforting, irresistible... Not overpowering, bold, or loud in the face [but] smooth, smoky, warm leaning towards a “modern” masculine” “Extremely luxurious Oriental fragrance - smells like you’re a billionaire”

Notes: Balsamic, Smoky, Oud, Incense, Olibanum, Saffron, Amber, Pear, Raspberry, Bulgarian Rose, Orange Blossom, Woody notes, Patchouli, Musk, Leather 

Badeea: Portrait of a Lady - Frederic Malle

“Elegance personified” “Vintage and modern at the same time” “Consider perfume a portrait of its wearer: the sound of her voice, her gaze, the way she plays cards. At once timeless and resonant with today, here is a scent that speaks of her innate sophistication. Charm that emanates from within, boldly depicted without; an expressive portrayal of modern grace.” “Consider perfume a portrait of its wearer: the sound of her voice, her gaze, the way she plays cards. At once timeless and resonant with today, here is a scent that speaks of her innate sophistication. Charm that emanates from within, boldly depicted without; an expressive portrayal of modern grace.” “Portrait of a Lady is more like portrait of perfection. It smells like fantasy stories, mysterious and deep.”

Notes: Warm Spice, Balsamic, Rose, Patchouli, Incense, Clove, Sandalwood, Raspberry, Black Currant, Cinnamon, Amber, Musk, Saffron, Benzoin

Liz: Philosykos - Diptyque

“Fresh. Green. Juicy.” “Humid. Juicy. Watery. The dampness makes it feel alive, like it just rained and now it’s sunny.” “ Like you’re walking through fig trees in mid-August.” “Scent of a snapped twig of a plant full of sap” “A green scent with a hint of warmth.” “Imagine cold Indian summer morning, sun slowly rising, a woman is drinking her hot tea with coconut milk watching the sunrise through an opened window, while a cold breeze brings in the smell of freshly cut moist grass.”  “Natural smelling” “The memory of a Greek summer at Mount Pelion. To get to the sea, there was a natural grove of wild fig trees to cross through. The sun at its zenith heated the earth, the dry wind carried the scent of the trees and their fruit. Philosykos is an ode to the entire fig tree: the green freshness of the leaves, the density of the white wood, the milky flavour of the figs.” “Creamy. Green. Woody. Earthy.”

Notes: Green, Woody, Fresh - Fig Leaf, Fig, Green Notes, Fig Tree Sap, White Cedarwood, Woody Notes, Musk, Coconut Milk 

Diego: 1 Million Intense - Paco Rabanne 

(there are so many Paco Rabanne fragrances that would work for Diego - think we found his brand =p)

“This high-impact fragrance creates a multifaceted signature of masculinity. Freshness, striking and assertive, refined yet virile, elegant, and one of a kind.” “Very sweet, intoxicating, warm and spicy - definitely attention grabbing.” “A nice, strong, and deep sweet masculine scent” “Strong and intoxicating but playful.” “Darker, spicier, and smoother...less loud, more interesting” “Modern, irreverent, provocative, and charming.” “Intoxicating sweetness, spicy musk, seductive, and rich.” “Warms the senses” “Fresh. Spicy. Vibrant.” 

Notes: Warm Spicy, Cinnamon, Rose, Blood Mandarin, Cardamom, Saffron, Black Pepper, Sandalwood, Neroli, Patchouli, Leather, Iris, Orris Root

Talbott: Rocabar - Hermès

“A unique smelling scent which captures the feeling of  the great outdoors perfectly. Pine woody notes combined with citrus and vanilla notes gives this scent a freshness and lightness but there remained a beautifully earthy feel to the scent.” “Opening briefly with sharpness, dries down to be warm, cozy with a touch of cool majestic” “Strong silent type with wisdom in his eyes” “Manly but soft around the edges” “A mixture of chypre with a dry resinous and spicy oriental feeling, something able to transmit a rough and at the same time velvety” “He is down to earth and rough, but kind hearted and refined.” “Whispering gentleness and intelligent manner.” “The man who knows but remains silent.” “Reflects a man who is calm, assured, and kind.” “It seems to breathe in the fresh air of a pristine forest” “Elegant. Reserved. Alluring.”

Notes: Woody, Aromatic, Fresh Spicy, Warm Spicy, Balsamic - Juniper, Coriander, Bergamont, Lemon, Cedar, Canadian Balsam, Benzoin, Vetiver, Italian Cypress, Cardamom, Vanilla, Violet, Carnation, Oakmoss, Patchouli, Fir 

Chiara: Balenciaga L’Essence - Balenciaga

“Possesses an ethereal quality” “Opens with an ozonic feeling in the air on a summer day when it’s about to storm. It has a perfectly gentle, vague woody base that is warm but not heavy, nothing sharp or intense... just grassiness in a lush garden.” “Green, wet, lush, and juicy while soft and powdery.” “A natural, fresh, forest scent” “Lovely creamy green scent” “A dark mysterious forest after it’s rained, out of a fairytale” “Calm and confident but not boastful, kind, a little playful, and friendly.” “Light and airy and soft...like a whisper in paradise, a dream that lasts only for a second. Makes people curious with its enchanting quality” “Charming and loveable scent” “A really beautiful forest floor scent - shaded trees, cool air, violets everywhere, and unicorns!” “It’s like inhaling all the greens of a deep wood with a very shy sun gently caressing the trees, yet heavy grey clouds are still present and the moss and grass are still humid after a short and light rainfall; flower beds of wild violets - you are alone and introspective”  “Lovely, quite melancholic, energetic yet meditative, subtly sweet”

Notes: Green, Woody, Aromatic, Ozonic, Powdery - Green Notes, Violet Leaf, Violet, Vetiver, Cedar, Sandalwood, Patchouli

Merula: Midnight Poison - Christian Dior

“A bewitching scent” “Empowering” “Thick sweet woods dripping in amber and spicy dark rose” “A dark potion of almost black roses and earthy bitter patchouli. Spicy, sexy, intriguing. No softness, no sweetness. Unapologetic and fierce darkness.” “Brooding patchouli and sinister spice...Dark, spicy, and woody.” “Maleficent” “Seductive and intense. Makes one feel confident” “Opens sharp and overpowering but dries down, mellows out, to creamy and sweet.” “Feminine with a gothic edge” “Gothic dark beauty” “Mysterious and seductive yet there is a strange innocent quality” “Smoky and sultry with subtle sweetness and softness” “Strong and dynamic - demands attention” “A magic elixir dark witches brew to entice and enchant” (need to get my hands on some of this! My MC would also rock this - she’s going to “borrow” some from Merula =p)

Notes: Patchouli, Rose, Amber, Citrus - Bergamot, Mandarin Orange, Warm Spice - Vanilla

Ismelda: O - Blood Concept

“Unique and enigmatic.” “Weird, sharp, and unique.” “Cruel leather with metallic notes... a predominant kick in the nuts” “Up close has a softer presence, more pleasant and actually comforting” “Smokey, strange, bitter” “A bizarre combination that is pleasant despite its strange quality. Powerful, direct, and confident. The composition is modern, minimalistic, edgy, empowering, and unisex. Aromatic and spicy...strong...projecting power and confidence.”  “And interesting fragrance that can come off as cold” “I could see Lestat wearing this” “Smoky, intense, earthy, and definitely bizarre” *Others have said this scent has made them physically sick (well with Ismelda’s unwashed hair...maybe it’s not that, maybe it’s this!)

Notes: Leather, Metallic, Sweet - Raspberry, Smoky, Woody - Birth Tar, Virginia Cedar, Caraway, Rose, Cyperus Esculentus

Jacob: Olympic Rainforest - Olympic Orchids Artisan 

(and Narciso Rodriguez for Him - Narciso Rodriguez - probably wears this darker fragrance more after the Vaults and Cult experiences, but the Olympic Rainforest reminds him of living in Canada, being in the great outdoors, and provides him a sense of peace and comfort)

“Explore the mysterious, lush, mist-shrouded rainforest of the Pacific Northwest where everything is constantly green, every surface dripping with water and covered with life in the cycle of growth, decay, and rebirth.” “Like hiking through a recently burned forest to the untouched forest beyond.” “A touch of sweetness underneath the woody, rustic smell.” “Opens very dark but soon dries down to some sweetness and warmth.” “The forest is alive and dynamic.” “Something soothing yet daring - takes great risks” “Phenomenal, sublime, majestic, embracing.” “The change from the cool, wet pine through the floral heart and warm honeyed wood is like the passing of a summer’s day in the forest.” “Bitter, dark and cool to warm, soothing, slightly sweet.“ “Spicy, resinous, mossy, fresh, rich, natural” “Lovely, therapeutic, calming yet playful.” “Has a pensive, calming, almost therapeutic quality”  “Like hiking through the forest after it rains”

Notes: Woody, Balsamic, Earthy, Aromatic, Woody Spice - Canadian Balsam, Port Orford Cedar, Oakmoss, Sword Fern, Myrrh, Boletus Edulis (Forest Mushrooms), Black Spruce, Beeswax, Wildflowers, Rhododendron

[jofiel]

3, 4, 5, 8, 10, 18, 25 😁

3. if you were any historic trope, what would you be? (i.e., the knight, the town baker, the witch of the forest, etd.)I can be identified with any figure that falls into the ostracized yet revered category. The morbid curiosity of town. The figure that invokes fervent whispers and involuntary staring. So the suspected witch of the town, the strange child who leaves a trail of stranger occurrences, the man in the town who nobody knows much about, the neighbor who makes you question if they're human, the handsome prince - in - the - iron - mask kind of character.

4. tell us about your ideal battle outfit.I'm not going to lie......fantasy rangers (archers) are where it's at. I loved the series 'The Rangers Apprentice' when I was younger. I love the concept of throwing knives, daggers and archery (all of which I plan to take on in real life) so in a fantasy world I'd choose a practical archer outfit. Something like this, without heels and (if in battle) without the hood.

I also love combat pants with the buckles and garters....and I’d dig something like Lara Croft's outfit - but the more practical (cough cough realistic) outfits as opposed to the sexier ones. Like this one. 

5. what would you be a god/goddess of and what would people sacrifice to you?I don't know if I'd be the goddess of one sole thing. My understanding of gods is similar to that of Patron Saints; where they reside over many things. So in that sense I'd probably be the goddess of the blind, the disabled, mysticism, epiphanies, women, and animals. Maybe I'd be the goddess of duration and strength. Maybe I'd be the goddess of nature and enlightenment. Regardless. Sacrifices: Fruit, Statues, Blessed/Prayed over water, ribbon tied locks of hair, Seeds, Gold and jewelry. The seeds as well as the gold and jewelry would have to be buried for different reasons. The seeds would have to be buried in order to symbolize giving life. The gold and jewelry would have to be buried in order to symbolize sacrificing greed and the temptations of humanity. Overall I'd want sacrifices that are accessible as the people I'd be responding to first are the meek, the suffering, and the lost. I think a genuine prayer or call for help would be enough of a sacrifice for me. 

8. what combination of natural scents would you use as perfume?Probably the same scents that I love right now. Jasmine, Lavender, True Vanilla and Pine or some other woodsy scent.

10. describe yourself as if you were a storm.As if I currently describe myself as anything else! (But to be fair and play the game.....I'm a storm where the danger lies in the unparalleled strength of the winds and yet, despite the fear, a sense of nostalgia blankets the people)

18. hard candy, fruit preserves or spice cake?What a delightfully winter-like question. Hard candy.

25. favorite childhood story? (doesn’t have to be a fairy tale)I doubt I could pick an ultimate favorite childhood story. As a child I'd spent a great deal of time alone and mute so nearly every story relayed to me has left some sort of deep, unforgettable impression. I will say....outside of my typical public muses (ex: The Secret Garden), one story that ultimately changed me as a person all together was 'Miss Rumphius'.The change in me is funny in the way that children often are. I had never heard of lupines when I first read that book; so I had substituted lupines for lavender. I tried to emulate the main character in every single way otherwise. I became obsessed with planting lavender everywhere I went. I desperately wanted to see a world full of lavender by the time I was done in life. I was maybe seven years old when I read the story but this thought process has stood with me all these years - I'm still deeply obsessed with the idea of planting something everywhere I go. I love lavender, the scent of lavender, the appearance of it. I try to get everything lavender scented. I struggle with not knowing what I want in life or of myself but one clear goal I have stood by is that I want to visit a lavender field at least once before I die.

In relation to the previous question of what people would sacrifice in my name.....perhaps they'd sacrifice something related to these childhood stories. Perhaps they'd sacrifice little white elephant figurines, teddy bears, music boxes, lockets and lavender.