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leaslichoma · 3 months

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Touhou Project theory: the Scarlet Devil Mansion's heavy metal poisoning

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WARNING! LONG POST AHEAD!

Potential sources of heavy metal toxins

If we look inside the mansion there's a lot of red carpet. One pigment for red is vermilion, which which is derived from the mercury mineral cinnabar which is highly toxic. Vermilion was a highly valued and prestigious dye historically, befitting of an aristocrat's mansion. Another detail is in one of these screenshots the carpet is a rather dark red, and while many red pigments slowly turn pink as they fade vermilion actually darkens and turns brown (similar to blood), which you can see in the painting below. This could be a lighting effect, though.

Another possible pigment is minium, which is derived from lead and is also toxic.

We also see a fair amount of white in the mansion, on the table cloth in the above image and many of the residents' clothing such as Sakuya's apron and Flandre's mob cap. One historical pigment for white is lead white, which is also derived from lead. Lead white was also used in cosmetics to whiten skin, for another potential source of poisoning.

Another potential source is lead from pewter. Given Remilia's weakness to silver she is not likely to use sterling silver for metal objects such as tableware and tea sets. Pewter, a broad term for various tin alloys, is a popular alternative she might use. However, many older pewter alloys contained large amounts of lead as its toxicity was not understood. For a long time lead was actually used in toys since it was cheap and not understood.

There's also a possibility of toxins leaching into food or drink through glass or the enamel of pottery. Lead-crystal glass slowing leaches lead into drink and if Remilia happened to buy any Uranium glass, which became popular during the mid 19th century, and peaked between 1880 to 1920, that would leach uranium. If any pottery uses toxic materials in the enamel that is another source of poisoning.

Potential victims

Sakuya Izayoi and Patchouli Knowledge are the two most human residents of the Scarlet Devil Mansion. Both display symptoms of heavy metal poisoning.

Patchouli is stated to have anemia and weak muscles. Both of these can occur from lead poisoning, though anemia typically takes a very large dose.

Sakuya Izayoi is described as "spacey", which is defined by the Merriam-webster dictionary as a synonym of spaced-out which means "dazed or stupefied by or as if by a narcotic substance,". Given how both mercury and lead mostly affect the nervous system, and both can cause memory impairment, tremors and incoordination, it makes sense that someone suffering from heavy metal poisoning might be compared to someone who is drunk or high.

For more definitive proof that Sakuya has mental difficulties, we should look at the fact that Sakuya does not know what oxygen is. While one might assume that this is just because she lives isolated from the modern world, Oxygen was first isolated before 1604 by Michael Sendivogius, and given a name and recognized as an element in 1777. Oxygen could be an important discovery for her position considering its role in food preservation. Sakuya has had over two centuries to learn that oxygen exists. Keep in mind that she lives with Patchouli Knowledge, a professional scholar, who may have been residing in the mansion for nearly a century. This could suggest serious memory and learning issues, symptoms of both lead and mercury poisoning.

While Sakuya does not display the the delayed reactions or loss of coordination associated with lead and mercury poisoning, her powers over time may prevent this. If she trips and drops something, which might normally cause someone to notice her decreasing coordination, she can just stop time and undo it.

Another interesting, though flawed, possibility is that the fairy maids have heavy metal poisoning as well. The fairy maids are stated numerous times to be bad at their jobs, spending most of their work hours only able to maintain themselves, but were still hired by Sakuya and continue to be employed by Remilia. With symptoms of anemia, weakness, memory loss, pain, lack of coordination and more it's easy to see how lead and/or mercury poisoning could make a maid bad at their job. Fairies in Touhou Project are often compared to children who are especially susceptible to lead poisoning. The fairy maids would probably slowly improve at their jobs since first being hired, and plateau and slowly decrease as increasing heavy metal levels in their blood poison them and affect their work. Perhaps Remilia and Sakuya see this happen with all the maids and assume it's just how maids or fairies work.

While one might object and that youkai would not be affected by human medical conditions like lead or mercury poisoning, there is a tiny bit of precedent for this. There's an exchange in Touhou 19 where Sanae recommends that Mamizou stop smoking so much: "I don't suppose that smoking too much is good for you. Nor is drinking." This, if admittedly stretched, suggests that certain things that are unhealthy for humans may be unhealthy for certain youkai and similar beings as well. Youkai are also affected by alcohol as well and get drunk. While this might be because of the idea that drinking makes you drunk, is it possible that if knowledge of lead and mercury poisoning spread to the humans of Gensokyo, and they started believing that lead makes you sick, that belief might cause certain youkai and related beings to get sick as well?

Problems with this theory

Neither Patchouli nor Sakuya show certain physical symptoms of mercury poisoning: Skin discolouration (usually reddening), hair loss, or peeling of the skin. Let's compare some artwork from Touhou 6:

As we can see, Reimu has the reddest cheeks which is inconsistent with Sakuya and Patchouli having mercury poisoning. However, an interesting connection is that Reimu wears mostly red, and considering it is traditional to paint the Torii gates of shrines vermilion to ward off evil, it is actually more possible than I initially thought that she could have mercury poisoning as well.

Some might object that Patchouli Knowledge, being a youkai mage, might be immune to toxins. Considering how wizards are stated to often have weak bodies due to interaction with dangerous substances, I find this unlikely. One might argue something similar for Sakuya because of her time manipulation, but we only see her use time manipulation consciously, so we aren't sure. The main question would be whether the process that slows her aging also negates most of her bodily functions, so I guess this would depend on whether we see her eat and breath, and since she gets tired from hypoxia in Touhou 18 she must be breathing and is probably susceptible to poison as well.

The main problems I can think with this theory of are with the fairy maids having heavy metal poisoning as well, which was not the main subject. It's been explained that Remilia goes for quantity over quality for her staff, and Sakuya presumably hires anyone with the most basic of skills. However, it could be possible that Remilia goes for quantity over quality because they all end up low quality due to their poisoning. Given that fairies are used to playing and pulling pranks they are probably unsuited to hard work. The reasoning that they might still be affected by poison is rather weak since much of it relies on a single remark from Sanae, who might be wrong. I still found it interesting to consider.

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missoneminute · 6 months

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Combing my two biggest interests - The Libertines and perfume, recalling the scents which defined that era for me.

Libertine by Vivienne Westwood - Notes of Pineapple, Lily-of-the-Valley, Oakmoss, Labdanum and Musk. Released in 2000 and sadly discontinued. (A tester strip from this perfume was pasted into one of Peter’s early journals.) There are many perfumes that have had this same name since, but only one that smelled exactly like the year 2000 - mossy, earthy but soapy and clean, playful and lively, wiping off the grass stains of grunge and soaring into a new millennium, determined to cause trouble before it had consequences.

Stella by Stella McCartney - Notes of Rose Oil, Peony, Tangerine and Amber. Released in 2003. The syrupy rose jam scent of nights spent losing your mind - sleepless weekends, the eye of the storm of a cultural shift. Everything is alive, everything is exciting, everything is happening, and you can’t stop pressing your nose to your wrist, or a lover’s neck, to breathe it in, the hint of sour among all the flowers.

Prada Amber by Prada - Notes of Bitter Orange, Patchouli, Benzoin, Sandalwood, Labdanum and Tonka Bean. Released in 2004. A little sexy, a little dirty, things were getting messy. Sold via the cleanest of clean girl advertisements that were a total lie. This is the scent of a skanky cult - filthy and addictive, sweetness left on skin days after a kiss. An almost incoherent blend of vanilla and knees caked in mud - an ad for clean sheets when the bottle contains what went on between them.

Anglomania by Vivienne Westwood - Notes of Cardamom, Rose, Violet and Leather. Released in 2005 and also sadly discontinued. Where Libertine smelled of 2000 this smelled of 2005, the height of indie sleaze - leather jacket rock ‘n’ roll, hats and suits and ties and ironic nationalism, the celebration of all things British, driven at least in part by the explosion (and implosion) of The Libertines in English music and fashion culture. Weaved in with the spice of Brick Lane, the bootleg band shirts of Camden, the incense burning in the corner of your ashtray-scented flat.

Youth Dew Amber Nude by Estée Lauder - Notes of Cinnamon, Ginger, Carnation, Amber and Sandalwood. Released in 2005 and discontinued. The amber era for perfume, and the start of Tom Ford’s reign with ingenious collaborations that took dusty heritage brands into the modern age with their glamour intact in a time where we looked back to look forward. All the trash gathered up and made beautiful, injected with new life and resold at a premium. But didn’t it smell delicious, just like history, just like old money.

Belle d'Opium by Yves Saint Laurent - Notes of Jasmine, Incense, Tobacco, Peach, Rose and Patchouli. Released in 2010 (and yes, also discontinued). Rich and bold and witchy, the end of an era creeping in, all things indie drifting away, diluting but leaving their indelible mark - one last gasp of the rock star girlfriend, clad in her vintage faux furs and laddered tights, the messy glamour, the scent trail of a fearless era falling away, all those heightened, drunken memories of dollar store incense and roll-on oil remade into its final form.

#the libertines #perfume

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our-lord-satanas · 2 months

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LOKI

WHO IS HE?

Loki is the Norse God of mischief and trickery. He is known for his unpredictable and manipulative nature, which frequently involves playing practical jokes or pranks on other Gods, mortals, and giants. He is also the God of fire, and he has a strong connection to the underworld and the realm of the dead. Loki is often portrayed as a shapeshifter who can take on the form of various animals, including snakes, foxes, bats, and even horses. He is also often associated with fire, creativity, innovation, and destruction.

BASIC INFO:

Appearance: his appearance in Norse mythology can vary greatly, depending on the source. In some depictions, he is described as being a tall and handsome male figure with red hair and a beard. In other depictions, he is described as being a more feminine or androgynous character, with long and straight red hair, along with smooth and pale skin.

Personality: Loki is a clever and devious character, known for his ability to manipulate and deceive others with his cunning and wit. He is also known for his unpredictable nature, his tendency to get himself into trouble, and his proclivity for causing chaos and disorder. He is often seen as a trickster and a troublemaker, who enjoys creating disruption and chaos.

Symbols: serpents, wolves, ax, raven, masks, fire, Bjarken and Logr Runes, fishing nets, earthquakes, infinity snake and ouroboros, number 8, chaos star, runes that spell out his name: Laguz, Othala, Kenaz, Isa as well as the rune Hagalaz, and Helmet of Dread or the Helmet of Horror

God of: mischief and trickery

Culture: Norse and Germanic

Plants and trees: mistletoe, birch, common Haircap moss (Loki’s Oats), bentgrass (Loki’s Grass), cinnamon, dandelion, beech, blackthorn, elder, elm, ivy, juniper, mullein, thistle, mint, holly, cedar, juniper, elder, clove, patchouli, tobacco, willow, and yew

Crystals: jade, obsidian, sapphire, amethyst, garnet, citrine, black tourmaline, serpentine, carnelian, fire opal, and black onyx

Animals: salmon, birds (crows, ravens, falcon, and vultures), flies, goats, flea, horses, wolves, foxes, and spiders

Incense: dragon's blood, frankincense, myrrh, patchouli, and basil

Colours: green, gold, black, violet, yellow, orange, and red

Tarot: The Fool

Planets: Mercury and Venus

Days: Thursday, Friday, Lokablót, April Fool’s Day, Yule, Autumn Equinox, Samhain, Friday the 13th, the 13th of each month, and Lokabrenna Day

Parents: Fárbauti and Laufey

Siblings: Odin (blood brother), Helblindi, and Býleistr

Partners: Angrboda, Sigyn, and Svadilfari (a horse), and Glut

Children: Fenrir, Jörmungandr, Hel, Váli, Narfi, and Sleipnir (Odin’s horse)

MISC:

• Fire: Wagner combined Loki with Logi, the fire god, in his Ring Cycle. And ever since, Loki has been associated with fire and magic in pop culture. There are some very iffy pieces of evidence that Loki might have had some historical connection with fire (e.g., the Snaptun stone and medieval folklore about the Ash Lad) but the scholarly consensus is “Nope, blame Wagner.” That said, fire, with its dual roles of creation and destruction, enlightenment and passion, is a pretty potent symbol for Loki even if it doesn’t have a historical basis.

• Red hair: Loki’s hair colour is never mentioned in the lore, and there are some illuminated Icelandic manuscripts in which he is shown as a blond or brunette. The fire god mistake mentioned above probably popularized the redhead image. (Interestingly, Thor is canonically a redhead.)

• Fishing Nets: in Gylfaginning, Loki weaves a fishing net while on the lam and hiding from the Aesir. (The story kind of implies it’s the first fishing net, although Ran is also credited with inventing them elsewhere.) Loki turns into a salmon to escape but ends up being caught with his own creation,

• Earthquakes: the prose epilogue to Lokasenna claims that earthquakes are caused by Loki writhing in pain when Sigyn leaves to empty her venom-catching bowl.

• Masks: while Odin, not Loki, takes the name of Grímnir (the masked one) in the lore, masks are a fairly logical thing to associate with a shapeshifter.

FACTS ABOUT LOKI:

• Name: Loki is named after the Norse word "loki," which means "mischief maker" or "trickster."

• Role: in Norse mythology, Loki is known as a chaotic and mischievous figure who frequently causes problems for the God’s.

• Relationships: the son of the frost giant Fárbauti and the giantess Farbauti, and is the brother of the Goddess Hel.

• Origin: he is a Jötunn or giant who is the son of the Jötunn Fárbauti, which means "dangerous strike."

• Associations: Loki is connected to the realms of chaos and trickery and is often seen as a troublemaker and instigator of conflict.

• Connection to Thor: he is the half-brother of Thor, and has several encounters with the god of thunder. In one famous example, Loki tries to trick Thor into drinking a powerful liquor called "Módrunar," which causes him to become extremely drunk.

• Powers: he is a powerful deity with a wide range of abilities, including shapeshifting, sorcery, illusions, and knowledge.

• Association with Trickery: Loki is closely associated with the concept of trickery, often utilizing his skills as a master manipulator to cause trouble for the God’s.

HOW TO WORSHIP LOKI:

The best way to worship Loki respectfully is to approach him with sincere devotion and reverence. He is a god of mischief and chaos, so a certain level of humor is appropriate when working with him, but that doesn't mean you should take him lightly or treat his power with disrespect. To worship him respectfully, make an offering, either something tangible or a gesture like writing a poem or performing an act of mischief and chaos in his name. Be genuine and open in your intention, and don't be afraid to get a little mischievous yourself.

Some ways to worship Loki include:

• Doing things that embody his energy and traits, such as pranks or mischief

• Making offerings to him, whether physical or spiritual

• Creating a dedicated altar space

• Studying and researching Norse mythology, particularly his role in it

• Performing rituals and spell casting to seek his guidance and insight

• Meditating on his energy and listening for a response

• Performing acts of chaos and destruction

• Seeking to gain his protection through protection magic or rituals

HOW TO PRAY TO LOKI:

To begin, you can address him by name and say something like:

"Great God Loki, bringer of chaos and master of deceit, I come to you seeking guidance and destruction. I offer my heart and spirit and ask for your blessing in this pray.”

"Thank you, Great God Loki, for listening to my words and walking by my side on this journey. I leave this altar/ritual space in your hands, and I ask for your protection and mischief wherever I may go."

WHAT ARE SIGNS THAT LOKI WANTS ME TO WORK WITH HIM?

If your request to work with Loki has been accepted, here are some signs that you can look for:

• Feeling a strong attraction or draw to his energy or presence

• Having repeating thoughts or dreams about him

• Feeling drawn to chaos or chaos magic

• You’ll start seeing his name everywhere – in books, on TV, online, etc.

• There might be a sudden change in your life, an unexpected sometimes painful change

• It will seem someone is playing tricks on you, particularly when it comes to your spiritual spaces like your altar

• Be wary of fires that are started in random places

• You might see his symbols or signs everywhere you go including the snake, spider, runes like Hagalaz and Isa, the Chaos star, number 8 or Ouroboros

• The TV show Loki or Marvel character might start popping up everywhere (yes I believe Loki communicates through this guise because it’s a form we know and understand)

• You might already have a connection with Odin, Loki’s brother

• Spiderwebs will appear in your space – in the home, workplace, or vehicle

• Loki’s sacred animals will appear as signs to you including the horse, fly, spider, snake, salmon, vulture, wolf, fox, etc.

• Experiencing signs of change or transformation in your life

• Feeling a sense of rebelliousness or mischief within you

• A sense of giddiness, playfulness, and light-heartedness after praying to him or meditating on his energy.

• Feeling of warmth or presence in the air around you.

• An increased sense of creativity, spontaneity, and a general desire to explore and experiment.

• Feeling a connection with nature or animals in a new or stronger way than before.

• Experiencing unusual or unexpected occurrences that seem a bit too strange to be coincidental.

If your request to work with Loki has not been accepted, you may notice the following signs:

• A lack of vivid dreams or visions about Loki.

• A sense of confusion, uncertainty, or indecisiveness in regards to your connection with Loki.

• A feeling of unease or discordance in your relationship with Loki.

• A feeling of discord or disinterest in your spiritual practice with Loki.

• An overall sense of discomfort or dissonance, rather than a sense of harmony and ease.

Overall you need to be respectful of deities denying your request

OFFERINGS:

• Candles, especially black ones.

• Incense, a musky or mysterious scent would be appropriate.

• Red fruits or flowers.

• Gems or metals.

• Herbs such as dill, ginger, and mugwort.

• Art or poetry.

• Toys, such as the ones you used to play with as a kid.

• Acts of chaos, subversion, or mischief.

• Flowers: daisies, roses, and lilies.

• Crystals.

• Hanging mistletoe at Yuletide.

• Foods and drinks: sweet foods, alcohol, spicy rum, mulled wine, chocolate with nuts or funny names, spongecake, coffee or other caffeinated beverages, honey, and pastries.

• Knives and daggers.

• Doing something you’re scared of (safely).

• Cinnamon.

DEVOTIONAL ACTS FOR LOKI:

• Challenge authority figures and shake things up

• Break rules and defy expectations

• Live a life of surprises and twists

• Explore your trickster side and have some fun with your mischief

• Embrace the shadow-self

• Let your inner child out (if not heal them first)

• Don’t take yourself too seriously.

• Be the devil’s advocate.

• Speak the truth and uphold it. This also involves speaking your mind about politics and issues.

• Express yourself.

• Indulge in art or create art. (Loki loves it when people dive deeply into their creative fire. He also rewards them for it)

• Live life to the fullest.

• Light a candle for him the moment you wake up and during bedtime. (I personally found out that he likes red and green candle but if those are not available, white can suffice).

• Burn some incense (cinnamon, sandalwood and dragon’s blood are some of Loki’s favorites but if he tells you otherwise, it’s okay).

• Stop planning and just be in the moment.

• Embrace chaos (and make it your bitch, as Loki would say).

• Cultivate a sense of mystery and playfulness.

• Be unpredictable and keep your friends on their toes.

• Push your boundaries and experiment with your boundaries.

• Break the norm and be yourself.

• Adopt a prickly succulent baby or an abandoned animal. If you can’t adopt, volunteer in shelters or be a foster paw-rent.

• Collect toys that you will both enjoy.

• Play board or video games.

• Cook meals and eat with him (cook whatever meal catches your fancy and then eat at his altar).

• Hoard jokes, puns and memes (VERY IMPORTANT! Loki loves his humour but in good taste. He seems to dislike and would often refute humor made in bad taste like triggering and racist jokes).

IS IT SAFE TO EAT OR DRINK AN OFFERING I GIVE TO HIM?

Yes, it is generally considered safe to consume or drink offerings you give to Loki. The concept of eating or drinking offerings in worship is a way of bringing a deity's energy and power into your own body. Consuming or drinking an offering can strengthen your bond with the deity and help you gain their insight and guidance. However, it's important to be mindful of what the offering is and whether or not it is safe for consumption. Depending on the offering, it may be necessary to prepare it in a specific way in order for it to be safe to consume.

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perflorale · 7 months

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Fragrances I think Catwoman would wear…

Dark Is Night by Henry Rose

My first pick for our leather clad femme fatale is this two note fragrance by the brand Henry Rose. It is deep, it is woody and it is sexy. It’s also very simple with its only notes being vanilla bean and patchouli. This brand is a clean brand, meaning that it is safe for the environment and safe for the wearer, there are absolutely no harsh chemicals used in any of their products as their philosophy is to be transparent, safe and efficient with the products they offer. They are EWG (Environmental working group) verified. I definitely recommend getting the samples before considering a full bottle, as this brand is expensive. Fun fact, this is Michelle Pfeiffer’s perfume brand. I didn’t choose this just because this is a request for Michelle Pfeiffer’s 1992 rendition of catwoman, but because the name of this fragrance is very fitting for Gotham. All the scents are no fuss and simple and great for layering. Their simplicity is why I also chose this for catwoman. If you’re an anti-hero on the prowl in the dead of night doing illegal things, you don’t want to be caught now do you? This perfume sits close to the skin and is intimate but smells intoxicating enough that you’re sure to make a lasting impression on whoever gets close enough to you to catch a whiff. I’d categorise this as a fall or winter scent, as it has an element of warmth and mystery but it’s not so overpowering where you can’t get away with it year round. It’s projection isn’t insane at all, it is very subtle but lasts a good while on the skin. So it has lasting power but the sillage isn’t insane. It’s perfect for a night out committing crimes and won’t leave a scent trail so that you aren’t caught. It’s stealthy and perfect for catwoman. This is her “mission” or “action mode” perfume. When she’s out on a heist or committing some other scandalous crime, or beating the shit out of people, she doesn’t want something so strong it’s distracting, y’know? She wants something that is almost undetectable to where she can’t be chased. But a girl’s still gotta smell sexy and this perfume is just that. The patchouli note gives it a spicy and woody air of mystique and the vanilla note in there is alluring and warm. It’s simple, it’s gorgeous, it’s effective and efficient, and efficient is what you gotta be if you’re always on the move. A 10/10 for Miss Kyle.

Roja Dove “H” The Exclusive by Roja Parfums

There were so many for the second choice that I was debating between, but I finally settled for this one. This is a unique choice, and is a harrod’s exclusive, though I am sad to report that this fragrance is in fact discontinued; however I will mention an exact affordable dupe of this later on. I just went with the more expensive choice because Catwoman has expensive taste. The reason why this perfume is a strange choice for her is because it does lean quite masculine, but as i always say, perfume is very personal and at the end of the day the gender a fragrance is targeted at doesn’t matter as long as you enjoy it. It is credited as unisex but leans very masculine. The reason I decided to go for this though is because of that valerian note in it. Valerian is a plant that mimics the effects of catnip on some cats. There aren’t any perfumes with cat-nip as a note, but valerian is basically an alternative to it. It offers a calming and sedating effect to cats. Valerian root contains actinidine, a compound that acts as a stimulant for some cats. WITH THAT SAID, don’t go around spraying perfumes or essential oils or anything like that around your cats, please be wary of their health. A lot of cats are sensitive to scents and it may cause harm to them so please don’t read this post and then experiment on your cats. Just putting that out there as a disclaimer. Anyway, I feel Selina would adore this fragrance as one that provides her a sense of calm. I don’t think she would wear this in public, she would just wear it at home. Treats it as her relaxation or self care fragrance. Maybe she’ll apply it when she takes a shower or when she’s just lounging around her apartment. We all have a perfume like this, that we just wear in the comfort of our own homes. A lounge perfume. This is her lounge perfume, her lazy day perfume that still manages to make her feel luxurious. It makes her cats calm too, though she's cautious not to spray too much in the atmosphere. She just sort of dabs it gently on her pulse points. This fragrance is very green. Very natural and balmy. So the top notes are cypriol and gurjan balsam, they are very warm notes then that bergamot and valerian give it this calming quality, in the middle, we have notes consisting of rose, oregano, nutmeg, jasmine and geranium they make it soft and aromatic then the base has a bunch of woods, greens and resins that give it depth. The vetiver and patchouli notes in this especially give it this smokey warm pleasant feel. Everything about this perfume is very soothing and gives the impression of being inside of an apothecary. If you’re into meditation this is a good choice to dab on your wrists. I feel this is her go to scent for reducing stress. This is discontinued as i have mentioned before, but the dupe of this is Alpha Aoud by the Dua brand, which is the cheaper version of this exact scent, it also contains valerian in the ingredients and the bottle of the dupe has a big wild cat on it, which is fitting for catwoman as is the name “alpha” but I went with the expensive perfume because she is a lady with expensive taste, I however don’t doubt that Selina wouldn’t reach for the dupe either.

Lune Féline by Atlier Des Ors

Moving on to our third choice for Miss Selina Kyle, we have Lune Feline. All her perfume choices seem to carry a theme of sexy, smokey, woody and balmy. This one is no exception. It is a gourmand, but it’s a very elegant and grown up gourmand with woody elements. This fragrance is warmth and luxury in a bottle, it’s hyped in the fragrance community for a reason. The bottle is simple and sleek in design, kind of like her leather suit or even just a cat they are effortlessly sleek. The juice has gold flecks floating in it, which reflect beautifully in the sunlight or moonlight. It is described on the website as “Radiating seduction and temptation” and i mean, isn’t that so catwoman? It is inspired by the moon, hence the word “Lune” in the name. As with my first choice perfume “Dark is Night” i felt it’s only fair to keep consistent with this night theme and what better choice than Lune Feline, it gives very “Gotham.” I feel Selina would wear this to a formal event, a gala or ball, somewhere fancy where everyone is dressed formally and all the socialites and high society people in power would show up. She’d pair this seductive fragrance with a sleek black silk dress and an expensive diamond necklace. This perfume is straight up luxury and seduction. It’s sweet, it’s leathery, it’s woody, it’s warm. It entices. She would definitely wear this to stand out and be memorable for that special evening. Anyone who caught wind of her would definitely remember her or be mesmerised. This is 100% a winter or autumn perfume but it is not overwhelming in it’s sweetness. Like i said, she would wear this to a formal event that took place in the colder months i feel like? A winter ball or charity gala where all the wealthy people gather up. The top notes greet you with a spicy cardamon and cinnamon ( I adore these notes) and pink pepper. So we're starting off rather spiced and then we move to the middle notes where this fragrance gets that green woody soothing tone, many woody and green notes are accompanied by waxy ambergris and the basenotes have that sweet vanilla, gentle musk, and that peru balsam which really warms it up. It is sensual. Perfect for Selina.

The Bewitching Yasmine by Penhaligon’s

Lastly I saved the best for last, I’ve decided to go with this one. This is a wonderful oriental feminine perfume. It is ABSOLUTELY stunning! Another night time perfume. I am staying true to the dark and gritty gotham theme here, don’t you worry. This fragrance is sweet and smokey. It is another seductive and delicious scent and for sure the most mysterious scent on this list. The bottle too is absolutely exquisite and on brand for catwoman as the cap is the head of a panther. If like me, you adore a smokey element to your fragrance, this one delivers. The top notes are spicy cardamom and deep rich coffee, so already we mean business with that introduction. The middle notes are warm jasmine and fir, and the basenotes are rich tahitian vanilla, laotian oud and incense. The oud and incense at the base make this a smoke lover’s dream and the vanilla really gives it a sweetness, there is a rich boozy element in this too so if you love perfumes with boozy qualities this might be right up your alley. This is definitely what i would categorise as a perfume for a femme fatale, and Selina Kyle is just that. Meow! I think on this list at least this one is my favourite for sure, i think it is catwoman from the juice to the bottle design. As for when she’d wear this? Whenever she wants to feel in control. It is luxurious and the bottle is just so badass.

🌸 As always if you want to see more fragrance matchups for characters you love or for yourself, hit me with an ask! 🌸

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headingalaxys-sweet · 2 years

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Save me my Hero p.2

Part 1 if you’re looking for it

America x Reader x Demon America

You returned home to see your prince still sleeping. A smile sweeps across your features. You could envision a blissful future with him as your husband. It made you light up with joy. You sigh lovingly and felt at peace until you felt something brush past your back. You turn around in shock. You were slightly panicked. You felt the same presence since you left Joan’s shop only minutes ago.

Something….Someone? Had taken an interest in you.

A couple of seconds passed before you felt that you were safe enough to move.

‘Maybe I’m imagining it. Or I really shouldn’t have had those whiskey shots with Alfred last night. Maybe I’m having some hangover jitters?’

You raomed into your quaint grey and white kitchen to put your groceries away and get started on breakfast. Your thoughts about the strange occurrence at the front door left your nerves on edge but, you at least had a long task to try and distract from it. You were looking forward to the epic breakfast spread you were about to make. You started your work by starting the oven and prepping your ingredients. While you were cooking you still felt the uncomfortable feeling of being watched. Your eyes continued to look all over the kitchen to see if someone maybe set up a camera or if there really was someone burrowed in the floor tiles. As you whip the eggs the kitchen window slams open from a major gust of wind that came crashing in. You jumped and let out a sharp screech that echoed through your still apartment.

‘Alright. This morning is getting weird and I don’t like it.’

“That looks good y/n I’m ready to devour it.” A sultry disembodied voice that sounded like Alfred’s called out to you.

Y/N body ceased to function and she was now frozen with fear.

‘I didn’t hear that. I’m definitely hallucinating. I have to be.’

“You did and trust me babe it’s not tiredness either.” The voice was back and it had an owner to it this time. The voice beckoned you from behind. Your thought process was no longer working for you either. You swallowed thickly. You didn’t really want to turn around but you did.

‘I mean it could be Alfred and one of his pranks that he’s so fond of.’

You hear the voice chuckle and then footsteps that advance towards you from behind.

“Oh my poor bride to allow me to introduce myself.”

You feel a slender tail wrap around your waist and drag you back to a robust male’s bare chest. This caused you to drop your bowl and whisk that came clattering down onto the floor. Strong arms wrap their way around your neck and shoulders and a head rested beside yours. You were able to smell the man’s thick musk. If you could call him that. Cologne that smelled of crisp vetiver & patchouli. The fragrance of sin and seduction did feel tempting to your nostrils.

“The name is Alexander sweets and I need you.”

“NO! NO! HELL NO!” You shake off his advances and rush away from him to put some distance between the two of you. You turn around to see if you could at least try to relax your nerves. You really just wanted the ‘man’ to be Alfred on his bs again. When you do finally see his full figure you’re horrified. No way in hell could he manage to pull something like this off without making a ton of noise in the process. His wings were enormous and they moved ever so slightly with his body’s natural rhythm as did his slender black tail. The prominent curled horns and vermillion eyes.

His eyes narrow as he lets out a light chuckle and has a hungry grin painted on his face.

“Your reactions are normal I mean after all-”

“WHO IN FUCK ARE YOU!?! AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOME AND AWAY FROM MY GIRLFRIEND!!!”

Alfred!

The American was disheveled but ready to fight off the snake that found its way into his house. He had his gun drawn ready to obliterate Alexander with one blow.

Y/N felt relief in her heart now that her BF could see what was going on but he was also there to protect her.

“Her.” The demon shimmied towards Alfred in a taunting way as he pointed at you. “She’s my bride of course. And I here to make my proposal.” As he pointed his gloved hand at you.

Y/N clinched her fists as her blood began to boil. The whole “You are my bride now the thing was creepy but also got old real quick.”

“YOU'RE A LUNATIC DUDE!” He clicks his gun. Ready to blow this demon's brain out. “IF you don’t want to DIE today I suggest you beat it.” Alfred was trying to remain composed but he was in a state of disarray considering he wanted to know how in hell he woke up in this timeline. A timeline where demons really do exist and show up in your house without the help of an Ouija board.

The demon laughed before he had his tail grip the gun and flung it across the room. He wrapped his hands around Alfred’s windpipe and began to cut off his air supply.

“By the full moon, I hope the two of you have said your goodbyes. Because I’ll be powerful enough to take her and absorb her powers and make her mine.” He cackles loudly and mixed in with the powerful dark aura he brought to your apartment it was impossible for you to stay calm.

Your heart sank. The apartment now felt like it was in the center of a tornado deprived of breathable air.’

‘So this is how I die?’

Alexander's red eyes no longer had humanoid pupils instead they had morphed into thin diamond-like ones resembling that of a serpent.

“At least I can crush a puny human like you.” He squeezes into Alfred's neck harder he began to draw some blood from his adam’s apple. His wings get larger. Alfred lets out a small scream of agony and despair.

Y/N muscles twitch with a desire to protect her boyfriend. She couldn’t let him get killed this way. She took all of her courage and strength to stand from the table and grab the large serrated knife that was on the counter. You were going to teach this demon a lesson.

You charged at him with your knife and nail him in the midsection of his back. You tried your best to make another stab at him but his body absorbed your knife. It did make his hold on Alfred loose and you could see Alfred take pleasure in being able to take in oxygen again. Alexander turned his head around 180* so he could see his beloved.

“Oh, my little sweetheart. You have not a clue what you’re doing, do you?” He tauntingly coos at you. He heals the small scratch you left on him and he disengaged with Alfred to confront you. His tail wraps around your waist again and he slammed you back down on the table, knocking over the rest of your groceries including the star-shaped cookies that Joan had given you. Alexander’s hands were on either side of your head as he leered into your frightened eyes.

“Y/N!” Your bf called out in a hoarse voice trying to find the momentum to fight again and look for his weapon. The cookies of all things managed to catch Alexander’s attention. They had fallen inches away from your head and into his eyesight.

“Wait…no way.” He picks them up he knows he’s seen these before, another demon King’s husband makes them for.. Was it possible that she…

“Augh!” Before Alexander could inquire any further Alfred charged at him like an injured kangaroo but he managed to give the demon a decent punch to the face in order to remove him from his girlfriend. Alexander stumbled backward and Alfred seized the opportunity to grab him by the collar and get millimeters away from his face.

“Stay away from my girlfriend. She doesn’t like you and never will.” He draws the gun he recovered and puts it under his chin. “Now step off.” He gritted his teeth like a rabid dog. Alexander simply laughs in his face and rammed a fireball into his stomach in defiance. He snagged the cookies that Joan had given Y/N and faded into the early morning sunlight streaming into the kitchen. Before disappearing he blew a kiss at y/n while stating firmly:

“Soon y/n you’ll be my bride.”

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crystallogicshop · 1 year

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Essential Oils & Meditation

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lhse · 2 years

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Might be out of line, but if Touhou is the mood, can we get an introduction to it and a few characters, to those who aren't familiar with that fandom?

Touhou has a TON of characters but sure I don't mind (note that i'm not an expert at touhou lore) Touhou is a very popular shoot them up game (bullet hell to be precise, meaning it's hard as balls) that features characters that usually represent like japanese myths and mythologies (youkais, gods and such). Note that 99.99% of the cast is female and generally cute. Each game revolves around Reimu and Marisa (the human protags, sometimes others) resolving an incident (caused by the game's antagonist which changes each time) in their world called Gensokyo. In 6 for example (proly the most popular one) Remilia (a vampire) covers the world with red mist, so she can go outside without being bothered by the sun. In the game you have to beat up all her underlings (Meiling, Sakuya, Patchouli) and random ass chars who were minding their own business (Cirno, Rumia) in order to defeat her. While it's Reimu's job to exterminate these youkais she usually just beats them up and befriends them in the end. Sometimes characters you beat become playable in other games (like Sanae, Sakuya, Reisen or Youmu) Touhou's fandom is also fucking massive, and you can find a ton of art, music (quality music btw one of Touhou's greatest strength), videos revolving around the characters where cool/funny depictions are usually made (usually dumb ones tho). Doesn't help that the person who created the series (aka music, programming, lore, art) doesn't know how to draw at all, usually leaving the fans how to interpret them. It'd be a pain to explain every single char as there are more than 18 games (tho i've only played from 6 to 12) and each has (at least) 7 named characters in them. But information and design can be easily found in the wiki. The 6 and 11 cast are probably my fav if you wanna check them out.

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confusedwitch · 3 years

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Nightmare Hex

★Before you attack me or any other witches for doing hexes, jinxes, or curses, remember that not all witches follow threefold law and not all witches follow the "harm none" motto. I'm a chaos witch, and I'll do whatever i damn well please (within reason), no offence★

★IF YOU'RE A BABY WITCH OR JUST GETTING BACK INTO YOUR PRACTICE, OR OTHERWISE HAVEN'T DONE WITCHCRAFT RECENTLY OR DONT KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING, DO NOT PERFORM JINXES, HEXES, OR CURSES! IT CAN BE VERY DANGEROUS TO THE INEXPERIENCED WITCH!!★

Ingredients:

Purple candle (or white, if you don't have purple) for nightmares and illusion

Lavender buds or fresh lavender for depression and lack of sleep

Rosemary to taint their dreams and cloud their vision

Mint for visions, nightmares, and paranoia

A numerology number of your choice (we used the number 6 for this spell to cause unwanted attention, to take away love, and to devoid them of passion) ((optional))

Lavender essential oil for anxiety, delusions, and fear

Patchouli essential oil for unwanted attention and to make them push their loved ones away

A wand that you use for other spell work, or a separate one ((optional))

Crystals that you usually use for astral or dream work to cause lack of mental clarity, confusions, clouded vision, and illusions ((optional))

If you work with runes, create a bind rune to protect yourself, or add a rune to your spell

A tool to carve into your candle

A taglock from this person to burn or embed in the wax (their name on paper or a picture of them could work)

Instructions:

Cleanse your space however you normally do so, then cleanse all of your tools and items.

★Cast a circle ((OPTIONAL)) however your normally do so. If you don't know how, there's plenty of sources. This is how I did mine;

Take your cleansed wand or what's remaining of your cleansing bundle thingy or incense stick

Draw a circle around your space with it and say/chant: "Winds of the North, South, East, and West. Aid me on this vengeful quest. Help me cast this spell with ease. And put this scum onto his knees."

You could also cast your bindrune at this time.

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The horror and evil you see in your dreams

And the depression, paranoia, and anxiety,

Are sent to teach you, boy

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To use and abuse like they're nothing to you.

Do it again and you'll suffer my wrath.

This is my will, so mote it be."

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reidecorating · 3 years

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L'amore Vero È Così (True Love is Like This)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

A/N: Woke up with a killer headache after celebrating the end of 2020 and thought writing something loosely based off events that took place on NYE would be a good cure. Hope this year’s been treating you all well!

Word Count: 4.3k

Summary: Summer nights and Spencer Reid make it hard for anyone to keep their hands to themselves. Add David Rossi’s holiday mansion and wine to the mix, and watch a dangerously hot fuse ignite

Warnings: Language (as in cursing AND me just completely butchering Italian), unprotected sex, penetrative sex

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Maybe it was the Sauternes. Like a spark igniting along the fuse of dynamite, the sweet sting of white grape travelled down her throat, every sip exploding in kaleidoscopic vision and unfiltered words. Even so, it wasn’t the alcohol she was drunk on. No, not drunk - she wasn’t drunk - she was absolutely intoxicated. Not by anything of substance, but by an overwhelming desire for the man she had arrived with.

Spencer Reid often felt out of place standing in any absurdly large entranceway, belonging to the old Italian with new money, recurrently settling for shifting from shoe to shoe, before taking a deep breath and pressing the doorbell with the hand unoccupied by a bottle he wouldn’t be drinking from. However, his sobriety was far from the cause of his imposter syndrome. Rather, it was the way he always arrived alone, while, what felt like, the rest of the team trickled in with their spouses or significant others. Whilst pairs would dance to vinyl sounds of Bowie, leaving little room for him and the odd number his presence formed in the abacus of the group, he would loiter in a corner, or, on occasion, entertain his godson with a pack of cards. More frequently, he would rattle off excuses about needing the restroom, only to spend his time exploring the corridors of a rather impressive house. A get together at David Rossi’s holiday home was uncommon, and the last time Spencer had wound up here, he found himself inspecting the tiny forgotten library the man housed, attempting to decipher the various foreign books residing on its mahogany shelves as he heard his friends stumbling their way through the Salsa downstairs. L'isola di Arturo, with sterling lettering on its ageing spine showing a familiar pen name, had quickly become his favourite. When he’d first translated the pages, he had chuckled at the parallels between himself and its disconsolate protagonist. However, after years of his ongoing solitude, and lonely arrivals to a castle full of people, he finally had someone on his arm.

“Wait, what does this mean? I can make out the ‘amore’ but not much else,” That someone now squinted at the words his index finger underlined as he read her the words of that very book, aloud. “Hm?” He was visibly distracted by the Patchouli blend of orange and jasmine emanating from her skin as she leaned against his shoulder to read the page herself. “L'amore vero è così,” she whispered, unsure of the correct pronunciation but attempting it anyway. “Non ha nessuno scopo e nessuna ragione, e non si sottomette a nessun potere fuorché alla grazia umana,” she finished in a whisper, affecting Spencer in a way he hadn’t anticipated. Through fluttering eyelashes, she looked up at him, awaiting his rendition, and suddenly the temperature felt as if it had risen. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t been here almost as many times as him; she knew her way around Rossi’s holiday home, but Spencer had insisted on showing her his favourite room, claiming she hadn’t seen it yet. Diverting her attention from Emily’s anecdotes, “I kind of want you all to myself for a little bit,” he whispered in a kiss on her shoulder, proceeding to take her hand and pull her away from chatter over a jug of Cuban rum and homemade pizza - making sure to dissect, in explanation, nearly every painting adorning the maze of hallways on their short trek. He cleared his throat, prying his gaze away from the skin her little black dress revealed, unabashedly scanning her lips before using his own to form words. “True love is like this,” he subtly eyed her reaction to his words as he tried hard to not transliterate the European language. “It has no purpose and no reason, and it does not submit to any power except human grace.” Spencer’s voice was a newly inked quill, ebbing and flowing through the hot air of the dimly lit room. The dark winged butterflies that had been floating around her stomach all evening fluttered in a frenzy at his words, and the way the chartreuse of his eyes had been absorbed by black as they laid on her. “For such a dark story, it’s so beautiful,” she exhaled in a hushed tone, stare not leaving his as he slowly slid the book into the hollow slot where it had previously inhabited, too occupied by reading her demeanour to pay the book any more attention. “You think so? The author, Morante, Elsa Morante, was actually considered the greatest writer of Italy’s postwar generation, at one point.” Spencer began to rest his weight against the wall as they conversed. “I feel as if we always hear about Bassani or Parise, and all the unorthodox things Landolfi wrote in the fifties. It’s very refreshing to hear of a woman getting some well deserved recognition in such a male dominated niche,” she remarked. A dimple appeared on Spencer’s cheek as he grinned at the way she sounded a lot like him. “Agreed. In fact, Morante actually claimed she wished she’d been born a boy, so that she could have all of these heroic adventures. Once, when she was asked about the hero of that book,” he pointed towards the worn copy of L'isola di Arturo, “she commented: ‘Arturo, c’est moi!’,”

“Living vicariously through him? Interesting,” she tilted her head slightly, “I also think its remarkable how beauty can emerge from so much pain,” she mulled aloud. His eyebrows raised at her words and the flux in her tone of voice. Slowly, she stepped towards him, forearms resting on his shoulders, entangling behind him.

Earlier, she’d had the privilege of styling him as he stood in front of their shared mirror, muttering complaints of how he had 'nothing to wear’. Now, she repeated maledictions to herself regarding the clothing she had chosen, in her head, as she admired the way his black shirt was rolled up at the sleeves - displaying intricate nerves shadowing his fingers and arms - and simultaneously unbuttoned temptingly low on his chest, exposing the silver chain presenting a small initial, hers. The summer night had made sure a thin veil of sweat coated his collarbones, glistening with his movements under the lamp light. “It’s not a surprising process though - I mean, after the year you’ve had, just look at how pretty you are,”

“Did you just-” he gulped, chuckling, “use the copious amounts of semi-resolved trauma I harbour to romance me?”

“I may have,” she whispered into the skin below his ear, both hands now tangled in his hair as he remained pressed up against the wall, grateful that every wound, fight and flaw had led them here. And she never ceased to make her gratitude known. Tonight, though, ever since she’d caught sight of his hand gripping a cold glass, the strong concoction presumably belonging to Luke, she hadn’t been able to stop envisioning his body on top of hers. Unbeknownst to her, his thoughts had been very similar from the second she’d chosen to wear the satin fabric, claiming it matched his shirt, while leaving very little to the imagination. “Y/N,” he spoke, his body involuntarily leaning into hers. “We can’t- Not now.” His body language betrayed his words. “I don’t study behaviour for a living, unlike everyone else here, but Spencer, right now, yours tells me we can,” she brought down a hand to squeeze his wrist, which was resting against her lower back. He couldn’t breathe. Tongue in cheek, he shook his head at her, a smirk breaking way. “You, my pretty lady, are something else,” he caved, switching their position in a more urgent manoeuvre than either of them anticipated. Spencer’s hands grasped her jaw, his breath fanning over her before his lips collided with hers, messily. A hand cradled the back of her head, heeding any impact with the wooden blockade behind her, fingers and hair tangling together. Her hands travelled along his body, pinky tugging on his necklace in pursuit of closeness, while her lips roamed around his bobbing Adam’s apple, eliciting an exquisite string of moans. Spencer’s leg wedged itself between hers, slowly grazing his thigh against her, using a firm grip to guide her hips downwards, her soft sighs and tugs at his roots only encouraging him.

The euphoria was short lived. A rapping on the library door tore them apart, its hinges creaking and giving way to an astounded looking Penelope Garcia. “Naughty!” she factitiously gasped. “I didn’t think the good doctor and his fine missus had it in them, but I was very, very wrong,”

“We were just-“ Y/N began, only to be cut off by the tipsy agent. “Save the excuses, beautiful lady. I was simply quested to find you two, and let you know that the rest of us are off to take a dip in the spa. Bring your boy toy, and scrumptious self, and join us ASAP - oh! And no funny business! There are children here,” Penelope gestured her two fingers away from her spectacles and towards each of them as a silent threat of ‘I’m watching you’. Y/N and Spencer exchanged a look, both flushed in different shades of red, on their way to creating a colour wheel. As Penelope spun on her heels and rushed to shut the door behind her, “Thank you, Penelope!” Y/N squeaked, Spencer exclaiming a timid “And sorry!” The two of them broke out into a fit of laughter, still frazzled. “I think I’m getting a little too comfortable with your team,” she grimaced, earning a laugh from the doctor. Later, as Spencer led her towards a bathroom, her arms occupied by a stack of towels, his hand on the small of her back, he dreaded the amount of self control he would need to invoke when the two of them would undress to change.

What she had said wasn’t entirely untrue. She was indeed very comfortable with his team. If Spencer could have met himself, a year ago, anxious to introduce who he was sure was the love of his life to his dearest friends, he would flick himself in the head. She, not alarmingly, managed to get along with everyone, almost better than he did. Somehow managing to find common ground, even with Aaron Hotchner. He recalls, one night, months ago, listening to her and the usually stoic man debate about which broadway production was better: The Producers or The Phantom of the Opera. Spencer also recalls exactly how riled up he became as he watched her put the ex-theatric-gone-lawyer in his place after calling upon Spencer for some Tony Award statistics. Admittedly, he actively needed to combat the green eyed monster on his back whenever she would go jogging with Luke - but the way she kissed him before leaving, on her tiptoes in her running shoes, whispering ‘I love you’, and ‘I’m really only going for Roxy’, helped. She had become family, the invisible stamp of approval having been silently awarded when they all saw the looks the two of them shared, the three subtle squeezes in their woven hands, and the way Spencer now smiled with his teeth - the way they way they would move the moon and the earth for one another.

Packed into the watery sauna, words exchanged between the group travelled into the atmosphere, a waxing gibbous eavesdropping overhead. She watched as Spencer squirmed across from her at the nearness to so many sweaty bodies, shoulders, elbows, knees and toes, belonging to anybody and everybody, poking him. Her eyes trailed along the dips and swells at the base of his neck, decorated in its usual, dainty, shimmering pendant, the bones there protruding as he slouched forward. Spencer’s hair was matted, condensation ironing chestnut ringlets to his forehead, complimenting his heated crimson cheeks. The butterflies returned, her stomach flipping as he ran his hand through the mop of curls to ease his discomfort. More of him - that was what she wanted. She hadn’t noticed, but she had been biting her lip nearly hard enough to draw blood. Pulling her back from her thoughts, a heavy exhale travelled past her left ear, changing the course of the steam emerging from the water - a stream of air enough to deflate a person, she noticed. “I can’t remember the last time I felt this relaxed.” The blonde rested her head against the barrier of the tub, seeing bright patterns on her eyelids as they shut over her eyes momentarily. Y/N reached over and grasped one of her shoulders in a clinical manner. “Who are you, and what have you done with Jennifer and the gruelling tension in her neck and jaw?” She interrogated, lightheartedly. “What can I say? Stress is my middle name,” she chuckled. “While we’re on the topic, though... Maybe you could give me one of those trigger-point massages,” she opened one eye, an iris burning sapphire, the blue only rival to that of the one from The Tell Tale Heart, finding Y/N’s face. Retreating her hand, having made her point, she let out a laugh at JJ’s words, “I’m afraid that’ll cost y-” Y/N’s eyes widened at the familiar dialect of the words, a charlatan on JJ’s tongue. “Wait a minute, can you repeat what you just said, but slowly?”

“Oh, I know you heard me perfectly clear,” JJ smirked at her, eyebrows raising as her eyes shifted between the flustered woman and Spencer.

They had a friendship of unfamiliar closeness, which JJ cherished. After nights of babysitting turning into wining with Merlot and dining on flaming dreaded cheese puffs, stashed away in an airtight container, upon JJ’s arrival home, the two had grown close. The agent was grateful for conversation veering away from work, and for someone seeing her from a different lens; one through which she wasn’t fizzled down to a petrie dish of a mother through a workaholic microscope. Y/N was curious to know how her famous mandatory-Spencer-de-stressing-trigger-point massages had come up in conversation between JJ and her, now guilty looking, boyfriend. She crossed her fingers in hopes that he’d spared the details of the events that usually took place following the neck rubs - another kind of de-stressing altogether. “Do you guys hear that? I think Will’s calling me- and I should go put Henry to bed… It’s quite late…” she exaggerated, wearing a redolent expression as she slunk away with a towel around her cold frame. “We’ll talk later, Jareau,” she looked up at JJ, after the shivering woman squeezed her shoulders in a bid goodnight, waving to the small crowd. Swiftly, Y/N’s gaze met Spencer’s, her figure not having left his vision once.

The yard and small pool was clearing out, save for Luke and Tara bickering in the corner, so, through the bubbling water, she waded in Spencer’s direction, noticing the way he was evidently mentally undressing her. As if by his telepathy, a thin strap of her bathing suit slipped from its place, causing the gears in Spencer’s head to stop turning as he swallowed thickly. “Hey handsome, long time no speak.” A soft smile graced his lips, adoration for her evident, in place of his muted response. Wordlessly, he slipped a finger beneath the strap, tentatively putting it back in place, refusing to break eye contact in some unspoken play for power. “What’re you up to?” She squinted, wondering exactly what his motives were. “Nothing much,” he pulled her closer by the waist, whispering in a gravelly voice only she could hear, “I’m just thinking about how you didn’t get the chance to finish what you started, earlier,”

“Are you implying that you want me to…” she floated onto his lap, hands draping around his neck to steady herself, “pick up where we left off?” The question left her mouth in a breathy whisper, straight into his ear. He turned to look at her, unblinking. “I’m implying, that I’ve had those pretty noises you make replaying in my head all night, and that I’d like to hear them again,”

“Remind me, doctor, which one of us said ‘we can’t’?,” she mocked his whine, rolling her eyes back. “I have a better suggestion, how about you remind me which one of us struggled to stand the last time we played this game?” The calmness of his voice was the antithesis of the fire she was feeling inside her. Satisfied with her speechlessness, his eyes drifted down her body as she pried herself off him, settling in the plastic indent of a hot tub seat to his side. The attention of the pair of lovers were drawn to Tara’s laughter as she stepped into a robe, calling it a night. “What’d we miss?” Spencer’s clueless innocence returned, as if the words he’d spoken before were now out of mind. Devilishly, Tara responded, “Oh, you know, just me completely destroying this man’s ego,”

“Doesn’t take much does it?” Y/N offered Tara her fist in solidarity. “No it does not,” Tara chuckled, bumping it with her own. “You guys do realise that I’m right here?” Luke scoffed, also drying himself off. “I think that adds to their point?” Spencer offered, pursing his lips, amused. “Well, I’m going to go and catch some sleep, and maybe even shed a few tears over what’s been said about me,” he playfully scowled at Tara walking away, throwing a middle finger at him through the air without looking back. “Trust me, they are very professional,” Spencer promised, turning towards his only remaining company in laughter. “I’m sure they are,” she joked returning a smile.

The two of them talked beneath an ink sky, stars like pinpricks in a blanket twinkling through their conversation, until she found herself on Spencer’s lap, once again, the ambience shifting to something far more carnal. Throughout the night, like a band of elastic stretching between two fingers, the tension between them had heightened. Now, they both tested the limits, anticipating its snap. His chlorine skin tasted electric on her tongue as she painted his neck and chest with a lilac rendition of the silver initial dangling there, letting his sighs catch in the shells of her ears. Allowing her tongue to explore his mouth, his hands tightened around her waist. “Mhm, no, Y/N,” he spoke, regaining his fleeting conscience. “This,” — kiss — “is a bad,” — kiss — “idea,”

“Spencer, look,” she glanced over at the house, and his eyes followed suite, craning his neck slightly. “What do you see?” She asked. “Aside from a house bigger than my entire apartment complex?” Her face was a deadpan. “All the lights are out, Spencer,” she gave him a look that said, come on, profiler, figure it out. Not a single connection formed in his head as he stared at the way the luminous blue of the night time water cast ripples on her skin - skin which was all over his. “All the lights are out… It’s late… and everyone’s asleep,” he reasoned, more to himself than in response to her insinuation. “We have no real chance of getting caught, plus…” her dark eyes were obscured by the eyelashes sheltering them as she tilted her head. “Would it be so bad if we did?” Two of her fingers danced along his chest, walking towards the damp hair at the nape of his neck, using the strands to pull him closer. “Everyone knowing exactly how good you make me feel?” She purred the last part in his ear, tugging at the cartilage with her teeth. Spencer partially whimpered. “Don’t hold back, gorgeous boy. You sound as good as you taste.” His eyes shut as his head hit the rim of the spa - only briefly losing himself once her mouth was on him again. “Someone’s talking like they’re in charge,” he tilted her chin up towards him, forcing her eyes onto his own. “I seem to be the one doing all the work here,” she teased. He kissed each of her collarbones, eyes still trained on hers. “You shouldn’t speak so soon.” With that, he undid the top of her swim suit, exposing her chest to the frigid night air, compelling a gasp. “Truthfully, I’ve been thinking about doing this a majority of the night.” The bass in his voice reached her core. “For someone who is so fastidious about cleanliness, you sure have a dirty, dirty mind, doct-” She never had the chance to finish the honorific, his lips moulding around a hardening nipple, allowing his fingers to toy with the other. Rolling his tongue around the bud, he smiled to himself as he heard her call out his name, over and over, as if her voice was coming through a scratched vinyl. “Where’s all the talk from before?”

“You’re evil,” she groaned, her hips bucking against his board short clad body.

Spencers lips travelled along the valley of her breasts, only to hike back up them at a tantalising pace, prehensile fingers covering the ground his mouth couldn’t. Her hands grasped so tight in his hair, he was sure the strands would fall out. A groan of his own left vibrations reverberating through her body, causing her heart to jump. “Alright, you’ve had your fun,” he gnarred, as his hands gripped her wrists, holding them behind her back. With his unoccupied hand, he dipped his fingers into what was left of her apparel. “Is this all for me?” He smirked at the ease with which his fingers slipped over her. “Don’t flatter yourself, we’re in water,”

“You’re so impolite - even when I’m spoiling you,” tutted Spencer. Retroceding his hand, determined to leave her on edge, and her skin a mirror image of his, he continued to pin her fragile hands back against the base of her spine. “S-Spencer, please,” her words struggled to make any sense, “please, I need more,” she panted out, moving purposefully along the growing outline in his shorts. The pleasure was overwhelming. Spencer fiddled with the material still covering her, pulling it aside to make way for himself in between her legs. His eyes softened, silently seeking permission, even as she impatiently pulled down his waistband. When she nodded and eased his ailing with a soft, lingering kiss, he slowly pushed himself into her, never failing to be acutely attentive to her comfort as if it was their first time together. “This was what you were after?” Teased Spencer, his hips speeding up. “So badly,” she uttered out a sigh. “Then take it like you want it.” She craved his adept touch, and she made that known. “S- Spencer, oh god,” she groaned, “you feel so fucking good.” His breathing became heavier, softs grunts and hisses filling her ears with every movement. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, whining in a destitute way at the full feeling. At a slower pace, one of Spencer’s hands guided her hips along himself, while the other traced infinity on her sensitive nerves. “Sweet girl- fuck, you feel like a dream,” he moaned as she tightened around him. Her toes curled, the warm water of the pool splashing her bare skin. Spencer occupied all of her senses, the same way she did his. “I’m so close,” she whimpered, before he used his nose to nudge her face upwards, her momentarily open eyes reflecting constellations. Spencer kissed her once more. Her hands long freed from his grip, she left traces of herself in the form of tiny red sickles on his freckled back as her nails released some frustration.

Dragging her fingers along his torso, she felt the muscles of his stomach tighten, hers doing the same. Shaky sighs wavered from her lips at the bliss Spencer was providing. “Keep your eyes open for me, angel,” she tried her hardest to focus on his lustfully blown pupils. “That’s it. Just look at what you do to me,” he gasped out, head falling backwards, eye contact broken - only for a second - before he gulped and looked back at her. “You’re breathtaking,” she whispered, hoarsely, stroking his sweaty cheekbone with her thumb. She could recognise the golden gates of heaven in his eyes as he came undone inside her, warmth spilling over her in every aspect. The knots in her stomach loosened shortly after his, curses spilling from both of them. She rode him through his release, fond of the way he left light kisses on her temple, whispering compliments and confessions of love. Once he was sure she’d caught her breath, and some air had returned to his own lungs, he kissed her, gently, in the summer sauna heat, beneath the stars.

A loud cough startled the two. Stood in the open French doors of the veranda, scotch in hand, and eyes screwed shut, was David Rossi. Their minds were in the same place, wondering why they hadn't listened to Penelope’s drunken advice. “When you two are done, please remember to turn the tub lights off - and put the filter on high.” She hid herself in Spencer’s chest, heartbeat in her ears, contemplating holding her breath for a really, really long time. Spencer was flushed red, his own nose buried in her neck so as to not face the older man. “Or better yet, put some money together to buy me an entirely new spa,” Rossi, laughed, opening one eye to catch sight of Spencer giving him a shameful thumbs up. Even as Rossi wandered away, their embarrassment remained a fresh burn. Spencer groaned as her tired hand fumbled with his disastrous hair, “I don’t even want to begin thinking about how much of that he heard,”

“Or saw,”

“Don’t!”

“I’m never going to be invited here ever again, am I?”

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thedrag0nking · 2 years

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3:21 P.M.

Imagination can be a powerful tool for such creativity. However imagination is also but a coping mechanism for the ones who refuse to see reality and enter a fantasy state that is beyond comprehension but what happens when you combined imagination to the mind of a child who enjoys everything about the things like super heroes, super villains, the monsters, everything in between. You get a being that is...something else. With Koaru for so long gone helping the people of the stained roses underground she think that the crimson dragon is kidnapped by the creatures from the underground and being taken for hard labour. Now the neo dinosaur has no choice but to save her uncle from the underground world. Her entire body began to enter in a state of metamorphosis where zetton's body take a more monstrous and very saurian appearance.

This is Zetton's fourth form, one of the most powerful form she possessed as this form is all about brute strength and sheer willpower than anything else. For now no longer under the name Zetton, her monstrous form is the zeppandon and combined this with her own child like mind and her powerful imagination will result in s recipe for absolute destruction and disasters passing through everything in it's path.

Zeppandon with a terrifying loud roar march fourth outside into shrine ready to cause the destruction her animalistic urge had long waited for but suddenly she was stopped by the now wheelchair bound patchouli which made her imagination ceased for a short minute.

" Zetton, where are you going? "

" I'm just going out playing patchy-sama! "

" Don't play out for too long, and bring your scarf too... "

" Ahh, right... "

Zeppandon goes back inside grabbing what appeared to be her ragged scarf, wrapping it all around her neck. Now the neo dinosaur is ready to head out into the land of gensokyo and find the area where the hole to get to the world of stained roses to kick some butt.

#muse: Zetton #||| the dragon fish |||#Zeppandon's Rise

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horrorslashergirl · 3 years

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Damien Gavril Chirilă

Authors Note: This is Decebal's and @slashersins Son!

Name: Damien Gavril Chirilă

Nicknames: Dami, Gavi

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Demisexual and Bisexual

Nationality: American, Romanian

Languages: English, Romanian, Italian, French, Russian

Voice: Damien's voice just like his father's, Decebal, is deep and has a baritone tint, giving off powerful and warrior vibes to say so, although he prefers not to speak too loudly. Think of his voice like the roar before a war.... His voice is calm and almost like feather-like touches, but once you cross him, his voice will get booming and taking you back. His voice is like a sword; beautiful, strong yet so sharp.

Occupation: Hitman and Martial Art Trainer

Hair: His hair is wavy and longer on top than on his sides, mostly like his fathers' hairstyle, and has a habit to always run his hand back through it when it gets into his eyes. The color of his hair is a very dark brown, almost black.

Eyes: Just like his fathers, pale grey, almost white, giving the impression he is blind

Height: 6'5

Body: Athletic type with some muscles underneath. He is not overly buff, but not slim either. Think of it like a 'swimmers body'; defined torso, long arms, and broad shoulders

Weapons/Fighting style: Just like his father, he is a master swordsman and a pro into hand-to-hand combat; his primary weapon is a big war sword that can cause heavy damage and he also beholds quite the brutal strength under these baggy clothes, after all... Mastering such a heavy sword requires some high strength.

Clothing: Damien is the type that thinks that clothes are clothes. He prefers comfortable clothing that isn't flashy like oversized hoodies, jackets with many pockets, jeans that can be also ripped on the knees, sneakers, and combat boots. Everything into dark colors or neutral ones like grey. Although, he does love to wear fancy watches and despite not being that into the fashion department, he managed to wear all these simple clothes with style.

Other characteristics: Damien has tattoos. His body isn't all inked up like his fathers but he does have his hands inked up with intricate tattoos and a tattoo of a bat on his chest.

Motive of killing: Being a hitman, he can be given all kinds of targets, but he is very selective into it. Most of his targets are corrupted people, abusers of the system.

Scent: It's intense and spicy pink pepper and citrusy lemon top notes followed by heart notes of orange blossom; impossibly seductive and romantic; alongside neroli and French lavender. Finally, patchouli, wrapping you up in its woody incense-like aroma, followed by ultra-masculine cedarwood.

Preferred Method of Kill:

Damien is very brutal and deadly into his kills, he will slash through muscels and bone like they are made of paper. One of his favorite is cutting off his victims legs, then heating up his swords so he can close the wounds, not letting the victim bleed to death, so prolonging the kill more. He will cut off each finger until the persons hands are fingerless then finally he will thrust his sword through the victims skull, killing them.

Personality:

Unlike his loud and boisterous father, Damien is much more reserved and quiet, not necessarily self-conscious, but more so an observer; silent but taking in all aspects into a room. Think of his personality like a calm and full of tranquility field where you can basically hear the wind blowing.

He will be the listener, perking his ears at others' problems and trying to find a solution if the said person seeks so, but he will never try to force his opinions and beliefs on anyone. He is the type to respect personal boundaries and be aware of other people's feelings.

Although he can be soft-spoken and tranquil, that doesn't mean he is easy to push around, because he is not. If you cross the line, you will see his much more darker and deadly side which he inherited from his father. Once he turns 180 degrees around, he can turn into quite the big sadist that will make people tremble; deadly, and ferocious just like the lion he is. This side of him is mostly put deep down inside him, always being in control of his emotions.

He is not the most out-going guy you will meet; choosing an inside-night just watching movies, playing his guitar (which he learned from Decebal's brother Alexander) over a night out drinking and partying. He is a heavy sleeper and will take a nice nap over going out anytime, especially when raining, he loves the sound of it, its like music for this guy, a very soft lullaby.

Damien is the type of guy that will stay on the sidelines and just observing, taking into his surroundings, and be aware of the environment he is in.

This guy is also a helpless-romantic; once in a relationship he pours his whole heart into it, loyal and always supporting, he will let his feelings be known, not only through words but also through actions; giving flowers, giving his hoodie if they are cold, playing his guitar, giving gifts with deep meanings. He is traditional when it comes to courting.

Some of his habits may come off as awkward and shy, like nibbling on the strings of his hoodie, playing with his guitar pick nervously, but all in all, they are just some ticks. He also does taxidermy when he finds dead animals like bats or birds, putting their skulls on the wall on frames. You can say that he is on a much darker side when it comes to his vibes, but deep down he is truly soft.

He also has a soft spot for animals; owning a rottweiler and a black cat, like I said, his aesthetics are much darker tones.

Favorite Drink: Black vodka combined with coffee liqueur

Favorite Food: Mexican Food especially Chilaquiles (He adores his Momma Food)

Favorite Movies: Hitman, The Taken Series

Favorite Music Genre: Alternative Rock, Grunge Rock, Soft-Rock

Her relationship with her parents:

Damien's relationship with his parents is based on honesty, softness, and being as close as possible.

Decebal is very honest and warm with his son, always trying to be opened up about his history and letting Damien know who his father was and who he is now. Decebal doesn't want his son to find out the uglier things he did in life from anyone, but him, hench the honesty part.

The fact that Decebal and his brother, Alexander, pretty much didn't grow up with a father, both will be very welcoming and with open arms towards Damien, teaching him about sword-fighting, foreign languages, martial arts, and playing guitar (on Alexanders part).

Decebal will always make sure that Damien is happy and is welcomed everywhere he is, and he will always assure his son that he can ask him about anything at all.

Decebal is not exactly very proud of his history with women and he tries to teach Damien how to be a proper gentleman, that women aren't for sexual urges only, and that he should cherish them, because they do so much for men. Decebal tries to be a good influence on his son and doesn't want him to go through what he did.

He will also teach Damien never to give up, never to let anyone run over him, he will try to give as much of his confidence to Damien as possible, that when times call for desperate measures, the sword will be unsheathed and blood shall run in deep rivers.

Symbols:

Lion- a symbol of vitality, wisdom, ferocity, power, anger, and also self-control. Damien is like a sleeping lion, seeming harmless, but deep down under the wild mane lies a ferocious deadly beast that shall destroy anyone who messes with his pride (family and friends). He is wise in his words and what he thinks, being an observer and taking notes of everything.

Bat- this animal stands for communication, a long journey, swiftness, good luck, dreams, and also fear. Damien is the guy that will always be a listener to others' problems, despite not starting the communication first-hand, but he will listen intently. He is swift in his action when the time calls. It goes like this; observing in silence, takes notes of surroundings, senses danger, quick to jump into action. He is also a guy who spends a lot of time sleeping, dreaming, picturing his own fantasies, like living into his own world when he does that.

#Damien Gavril Chirilă #Original Characters #Decebal has a son!

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tenebriiis-archived · 3 years

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The door behind her closes, almost soundlessly as the Enchantress stepped into a chamber fully reserved for her only. It’s secluded from any source of natural light & somehow, flowers are growing at a considerable rate among all the vast space. Branches caress the stone ceiling, roots dare to break into the hardened ground, & none of this is beyond more than a mixture of siphoned magic given shape. If one would choose to take a bite from the Apple hanging from the tree at the corner, it would be no more than deadly poison bitten their tongue. But it was the detail about Illusions, wasn’t it? Things didn’t need to be genuine to still evoke emotion.

The Red in a Frame, could be blood or paint – would it matter too much in the little second a gaze would settle upon?

Awe, Pain & Sorrow – all could be brought forth in that single second of wonder as the brain attempts to avoid differing from reality & fantasy when her bare feet stop touching cold marble & find the grace of grass.

Silk & Organdie murmur against delicate petals as the hem of her dress offers them a caress. Every step is a little more of her magic leaking into this little self-imposed light, walking forward until reaching a little Altar where incense is being burnt. It smells of frankincense & patchouli as her faerie companions flutter in graceful patterns among the fake wind that caresses her skin. All the remembrance of a life that may never return to her; & it didn’t matter for how long it may go, how many decades or centuries may go by… the small wish was nesting, hoping for things to be the same. –Another lie, for the child in her heart who still craved for her burnt home to be brought back, even if her motivations on the present time were highly different.

The darkness in the Paradise of her memoirs is interrupted, as dainty digits started enlightened each fragrant candle around the stone statues on the Altar, one by one with tenderness few had seen as if this wasn’t a mere ritual but a loving gift – A Silent Conversation, exchanging words that no human tongue could translate or known. She hears her voice ever singing in the wind, she feels her delicate & warmth touch on her dark tear-stained cheeks as the facades of security crumble, & her tired heart craves for the affectionate embrace only her Mother could offer to her & her sisters.

Forest Incarnate, she was all around among the vast lands, possessing a consciousness no mortal would ever understand, a voice few could hear if only they chose to pay attention to nature’s orchestra of birds, & the blessed arcane that gave the breath of life to the nymphs out of enchanted trees –extinct by now; in Valoran at least.

“Mother… I – “ She looks up to the figure she had asked many years ago to be made out of her memories. A tall woman surrounded by six ladies of different physical ages, beautiful butterfly-like wings on their backs & the smallest of them all, probably comparable to twelve years old, tightly holding one of her hands. Emilia can’t barely remember times where she wouldn’t look up for her hand when she was young. & Helena –one of the many names given to her Mother by the mortals leaving offerings at the borders of the forest for the Faefolk in exchange of protection–, was ever endearing & kind to allow her to reach for it when she needed it.

“… I saw today those birds you used to like so dearly. You always mentioned how clever Ravens are, & you have not the idea.” She could almost hear her laugh if concentrating. Remembering a sneaky bird who stole something shiny left by the mortal neighbors once. She had followed it for an hour when barely knowing how to fly with her wings even, only to end gifting it to it cause apparently, the shiny ribbon made a cute addition to their nest. The memory was simple, but it was the beauty of childhood: Things didn’t need to be extremely big or mesmerizing to be meaningful, & the way Helena had giggled so beautifully when her daughter’s chase had ended into gifting the ribbon to the bird was enchanting enough. She felt silly back then, but her Mother hugging her after was the precious part…

… She missed her, probably wouldn’t ever stop to do so.

Her Mother lived among the songs, the illusion magic, the gardens, the flowers, the wind, the forest silence only interrupted by its own melody, the sun peeking between the leaves, the animals' flight or steps, the taste of honey & the glow of pristine water. Lullabies lost in time for protection she would sing over and over again in a way to not forget them, write them in different places as to never let go of the lyrics when her Coven had taught her how to write, renouncing sometimes of a couple of memories from the past in order to maintain her Mother’s remembrances.

It was painful to know, that even her own true name had been exchanged for other memories to be preserved. But it was fine; cause it was her actual given name that turned to be the key to preserve her Adoptive Mother’s memory as well. When she had forgotten it in the feral state the loss of her home had left her, & it was the nomad group of sorcerers who would stop near the burnt trees to extend a caring hand… it was their High Priestess who would give her a name until she could remember the exact word.

Emilia had been the given name of one of her daughters, acolytes had told her after a couple of years. It was always a question without answers – Had Fate been so capricious to pull the loose strings, until those could have been woven together in a sole piece?

The Enchantress ever preferred to not attempt breaking the dulcet tones of their shared symphonies with meaningless vicissitudes, as looking to the stone statue next to Helena’s, there was also one for the High Priestess with an older depiction of herself. Mortality had eventually reached her, as such were the subtle details of reality for humankind, no matter how much magic they would possess, & yet… the caring & motherly smile carved in the stone was ever-present, even for those who would do wrong. There was something so generous about her, so unforgettable & unique… that eternity was not required for the ripples of her presence in the ocean of her life to still be seen.

She lived through her Magic & the thousands of spells she learned, through the words on many ancient tongues & the flowers she learned to preserve by drying them among golden pages of grimoires & spell-books. Her voice was in every teaching, her gentle soul in every motivation even if underlying of the dark ambitions. It was inevitable for the Matron to every so often wonder if she was ashamed of what her arcane power had turned into… on all she had to do in order to free many from the Revenant’s Tyranny.

“Forgive me, dearest Mother.” She would whisper more than once, & not solely aloud, to the figure. As among the desperation, many she had lost were generations & generations coming from the same roots & branches as the old sorceress had. Spilling their blood, siphoning their magic, taking & taking despite all the suffering that had been involved, despite all the protection she had offered to the grandchildren of her very own grandchildren. Was it alright to think she had forgiven her?

Perhaps it was equally what moved the strings of her current attitude towards the little blossoms of her Garden. As Above, so Below: Her desire to take care of all the kids belonging to her Night Garden was a mirrored reflection of what she did previously. .. At least until some may learn how to hate her; just as some had attempted to kill her when faced with the options of living or dying.

Such was the Noxian way after all; to be so reverential towards Strength & Might, right from the roots of the first noxii tribes that had inhabited the place. A cult that shall exist until blood would run through its people’s veins – & she may too, respect it on her own particular ways… … But she would ever wonder regardless, was she proud of her? Or would she despise her as an assassin as much as when their bodies would lie in her bloodied embrace?

“...I will do what I must to keep safe as many as I can, Mother. Even if some sacrifices must be done.” Her voice would be hushed, & ever soft-spoken, almost pleading like none would ever get from her. Was she seeking approbation or permission? Perhaps; even if there was no way of giving it, it was partially a manner to offer her soul relief from all the sins she required to commit in order to eventually –she hoped- reach the goals of salvation & redemption of those broken lands...

…

— When she reached the surface once more, walking across the favored Manor connecting to the secrecy of those passages, there’s a sound that never fails on drawing her immediate attention –corrupted or not, no Fae would ever resist the ardent urgency to follow the beautiful sound: The laughter of Children pulling from the strings of her darkened heart, little blossoms of her garden who haven’t yet been tarnished by the cruelty & truths of the Empire & the Night Garden itself. Small ones who knew the kindest & more endearing sides of her, many almost immediately right away after their first cry into this world. Their first scream for a place to exist into the mist of expectations & uncertainties of life that would surely be already settled, some probably too heavy for a child to bear…

… & nonetheless, she cherished them as her own, as a Gardener relishes endearingly on the first blossoms opening among the leaves after days of hard work, just as any fae would feel the inherent need to protect them –especially, if magic gifted- & assure their innocent minds were kept for as long as it could be possible…

A month, a year, a decade, a century… it didn’t matter to her. Their lives all belonged to this soil, & she hoped one of them would be able to see it someday as it was always meant to stay.

The gentle chimes & bell-like voices of the butterflies surrounding her break the little sparks of memories attempting to consume her mind ever again. They tell her about the little feet approaching her, the colorful & bright eyes recognizing the Pale Lady’s silhouette who had ever been around them as closely as their own Mothers had, Emilia’s heart is filled with full contentment – how not to? They haven’t yet learned or found reasons to hate her, their souls were pure & their arcane power clear enough to find its very own branches & roots on it’s own.

A little girl hugged her tightly, & the Enchantress’ hand instinctively seeks to caress the blonde curls of her head as maternal feelings nests in the deepest sides of her Soul; the many voices talking about their newest spells with such glee, her companions would be mesmerized & fluttering in a dance around them.

— She was Mother to none & all in her Night Garden;

& even when her tarnished body may probably never be capable of bare the gift of life for as long as she knew, she didn’t feel it as an impediment to giving all the affection her heart could still offer; at least to every single future petal & thorn that would allow the Black Rose to bloom once more.

#Drabbles #oh; what's this?#self indulgence at its finest #again (?) ; but seeing all writing drabbles about their Muses' mothers made me want to write something for Emilia's too #have those 2k words of monstrosity; cause I feel I can't write anymore x'D #but welp ♥#Hope you all had a lovely Mother's Day ♥#{ ｔｈｅ .ｎｉｇｈｔ. ｇａｒｄｅｎ } — into the black rose #long post #very long post #tw: blood #tw: death mention

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Imagine: PRT THREE.

Reader gets a surprise visit from nasty Erik.

This was requested for another part. May be the final part because I didn’t plan for this lol. Wrote this today.

Part One. Part Two.

You had a certain pep in your step that didn’t go unnoticed. Heading towards your Micro Biology classs, books in hand and a blush on your face, you try and discreetly enter the classroom only to find eyes on you. Head down, you pull your hoodie further over your head, sitting down slowly so you wouldn’t gain anymore attention.l

Erik put it on your pussy last night. You ended up spending the night and fucking another two times after the first. After each hard fuck this man’s fat dick would just plump up and harden with the tiniest look in your direction. He loved the way you looked dressed in his large t shirt with your curly hair pulled back from your face. He would kiss your cheeks and stroke it with his thumb lightly, causing you to bite your lip and blush profusely.

He knew what he was doing to you. He was your new addiction and it had only been one night of him. As you open your laptop to begin typing, the vision of him burrowing deep inside of you with your legs over his shoulders had you rubbing your hands over your face. Your shoulders begin to bounce with excitement as you laugh, still perplexed that you even opened your legs and gave your tight pussy away to a 30 year old man.

A hung, freaky, pro of an older man.

“Miss Y/N?”

You hadn’t noticed that your Professor had been calling you the entire time.

“Your research paper, please?”

Your heart sank.

Fuck. You forgot to grab your written paper from your desk within your dorm this morning when you came back around 6:00 am. Brandy, your room mate and close friend, was knocked out on her bed, snoring and all. Brandy didn’t have an 8:00 am class like you did. And to top it all off your paper was also on a flash drive you forgot to bring to class.

“I’m so so sorry, I-“ you shake your head with disappointment in yourself. So much for a 100%

“I forgot to grab it from my desk this morning. I didn’t wake up to the alarm.”

Your professor nodded his head slowly, “Okay, you know how I feel about late assignments, correct? That will be a five point deduction from your grade, Miss Y/N.”

Your professor left it at that, returning back to the discussion about virology and parasitology.

“You know, this shit ain’t really like you, Y/N.”

That deep voice made you laugh. Your assigned partner and school friend, Lakeith, has to have something to say about everything you do.

“Lakeith, mind your business for once, please.” You sass in a hushed tone.

“I would if I wasn’t enjoying the fall of a supposed future Nurse Practitioner.”

With a death glare, you turn to him, his chestnut eyes always a hypnotic thing for you. Then he decides to smile, showing off his dimples.

They weren’t deep like Erik’s but they were still something.

“I got my shit on lock, Sir, worry about scoring higher than me on the TEAS, Mr. Future RN.”

“Baby girl,” he chuckles low, “My shit always on lock. Coming up in here like you just left a dick appointment.”

Your heart flutters. Was it that obvious? I mean, the dick appointment was hours ago but damn it was still written all over your face. You decided not to respond to that portion. He didn’t need to know.

“So, somebody hitting that and you down played every chance I offered? Wow.” He laughs to himself, leaning in towards you, practically all up in your grill.

“You getting some dick, Y/N?” He smiles, his shiny teeth almost blinding. Damn him for being this fine.

“Why are you checking for me so much?” You roll your eyes into your head.

“I’ve been checking for you. Don’t act brand new because you let some other nigga wow you.”

He smelled like cinnamon. Lakeith always smelled good.

But Erik smells like sandalwood and citrus.

Even Erik’s sweat smelled like cologne. The thought of him had you shivering down the spine, you focus your attention back on your typing.

“Yeah, you got a noticeable arch in your back that wasn’t there before.”

You heard a chuckle from Lakeith’s partner in crime, Marvin. Both of them, two Kappa brothers that joked like teenagers.

“Fuck you.” You fire back, flipping him off, “sit on it and spin, nigga.”

“Yeah, okay,” He puts a base in his voice, “I’ll have your little ass sitting and spinning on something if you keep playing with me, big headed ass.”

“You started with me!” You argue back, trying your best to keep your voice low.

“Whatever,” he shoves your head, “do some damn work.”

Kissing your teeth, you throw your led pencil at his head, watching him scrunch his face with discomfort, rubbing the spot that stung.

“Bitch ass,” you end the argument there, cracking your knuckles to get back into the grind. Lakeith wasn’t about to fuck up your A average.

How about Erik and his big Daddy dick fucking you? Remember, he said you can come see Daddy anytime you wanted some dick.

You press down over a series of keys, typing out something like dmcbcdjendh.

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“And again, this tutoring shit will not help me get through Calculus I. I don’t need some student tryna teach me.”

You ball up the flyer that your calculus teacher gave you for tutoring help. Tossing it in the recycle can, you march out of her office, fuming with fists balled and cheeks puffed out. Yes, you were a straight A student but the last calculus exam you took you received a 79 on it. That had you crying into a bowl of cookies and cream ice cream. Now, she was offering you tutoring yet again. The students who tutored acted so self righteous. She didn’t need for any them laughing at her behind her back or hounding her because they had the upper hand at the moment.

“Y/N!” Your young, chipper, Calculus teacher called out to you. She reminded you of Daria but less moody and socially awkward.

“Yes?” The annoyance in your voice was clear.

“Would you like another referral? There is a guy on campus who is here as a Graduate Student receiving his Doctorate. I graduated with him and he’s basically a genius. If you want, I can set you up over the next few weeks to meet with him during library time.”

Another teacher? Maybe this would help. She lectured crappy and it had you zoning out every few seconds. You had to result in teaching yourself.

“What’s his name?”

She motions for you to re enter her office. Closing the door behind her, you take your once vacated seat, staring at her accomplishments from M.I.T.

“His name is Erik Stevens. He is back getting his Doctorate in Engineering.”

Your Calculus professor handed you his business card. It was laminated, perfect watermark and everything. She didn’t understand the pure shock on your face. How could you forget that name after you moaned it and imprinted it within the hippocampus of your brain.

“Is there something wrong?” She asked with a slight smirk on her face. You must have looked crazy.

“No!!” You take the card, placing it in your hoodie pocket, “No, I just thought of something out of nowhere. You know how that happens sometimes.”

“Yeah,” she laughs it off awkwardly, “Give him a shot, Y/N. He’s really good at what he does.”

“Mhm,” you felt a sudden wetness in your panties. He sure as hell is good at what he does. Even your own teacher recommending him to you had you horny as a bitch.

This fucking man.

“I’ll give him a call today.” You look up at your teacher one last time before grabbing your bag, exiting her office.

//////////////

Erik: Call me and put that pussy on the phone, lol. I wanna hear her talk to me cuz I know she wet as a motherfucker.

You bite on your thumbnail while sitting in one of the study rooms within the Library. You were surrounded by Lakeith and a few other Micro Biology class mates to study for the next exam. You didn’t inform Erik about him tutoring you yet because you wanted to drive over to his apartment and tell him in person.

Y/N: It is wet, but I’m in study group right now I can’t show you. 😩

You were NEVER this damn bold with a guy.

“Y/N, you’re supposed to be the one writing on the white board what the fuck you doing?” Lakeith startles you from your sexting.

“Shit, my bad,” you stand up, grabbing your phone and expo marker. The group began telling you information to write out, your mind in tune with education. After applying the top to your marker, you hear a soft knock on the door as if knuckles were tapping it. Craning your neck, you make out the outline of a guy around 6’3, new balance on his feet and a navy blue Champions sweatshirt with matching pants. He had a black North Face beanie on his head, with an artistic pair of gold rimmed glasses on.

At first glance you didn’t recognize him but the moment you stepped closer to the door to open it, a deep pleasure ran through your veins like lava. With a sly smirk on his face, he leans into the door further, staring down at you while curling a single finger for you to come here. He bit down on his bottom lip the moment you were staring at him face to face, the only barrier between you both was the door. He jiggles the door knob, motioning with a tilt of his head for you to open it before he did. Sighing nervously, you open the door, his body smelling like testosterone and patchouli. The thought of the pheromones he produced after sex had you buckling at the knees.

“You in here studying?” He asks with a whisper.

You knew eyes were on you at that door.

“Yes, Biology.” You respond, but not with a whisper. You didn’t need any of them wondering why you were being secretive.

“What kind?” He asks with a tilt of his head, his finger discreetly stroking your hand. You pause to breathe, shifting on your feet.

“Micro.” You meet his gaze, blinking away as soon as you saw the heavy lust there. Why did he have to bring his fine ass over here? Clearly he was in the library the entire time. He did say he’d been watching you around campus and he wanted your thick ass for a long while. So maybe he was watching you study with friends?

“Were you keeping an eye on me, Erik?” You smirk.

“That’s all I can keep on you for now, ma. Ain’t like I can keep this dick on you while you in front of your friends.”

Erik looks over your shoulder. His eyes fell on Lakeiths. He knew from that moment that homeboy wanted you. It was all over that niggas face.

“Let me help I know a lot about Micro Biology.”

Erik wasn’t asking really because he pushes past you, fully within the room. You shutter slightly before closing the door, taking in calming breaths.

“Can we help you?” Lakeith speaks for the group like he was the leader.

“Nah, looks like y’all need it though,” Erik takes it upon himself to spread your notes out on the desk, craning his eyes behind his glasses to read what you had. He takes his other hand, stroking his gotee before turning to the white board.

“Y’all sure y’all know how to study for this?” He asks with a joking tone. Lakeith and Marvin share a look before turning back to Erik.

“Yeah, we got this, bruh. You looking at the top students in the class.”

Erik nods his head slowly, “How about you, Y/N? He speaking for you like he know you smart.”

Lakeith laughs, “we work close together all the time. I know she got it going on.”

Erik lifts a single brow, taking your notes to stack neatly, “Y/N, this nigga always speak for you?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, staring from Erik to Lakeith. There was clearly a weighing of dicks in this room but Erik would come out on top for sure, gold metal and all.

“Not always, but he has a habit to sometimes,” you hide your smile, focusing back to the white board.

“Y/N,” Erik calls for you. He had the right to do that you felt. He opened your pussy up and ate your pussy like a bowl of ice cream, licking his fingers and all. He could call you and you would answer.

“Yes?” You turn to him, giving him your undivided attention.

“You want me to help you study? I can do that right now I got time before my evening class starts,” he places his hands in his pants pockets, waiting for your answer. You both knew you would say yes, and you didn’t hesitate either. This could lead to what you needed.

“Okay, sure,” you try and pack your things but Erik was already on it, zipping up your back pack and throwing it over his shoulder. He walks to the door, opening it for you to leave first.

“You not gonna say goodbye to your little friends?” He says with a smirk before licking his lips.

“Bye y’all, see you this Wednesday,” you step out of the study room, Erik’s arm around your shoulder. Before you could leave the library, Erik pulls you in between an aisle full of history books, slamming you against the shelf. He pauses, trying to keep the solitude of the library at bay.

“Who is that little nigga?” He asks you with a calm that had you squirming.

“His name is Lakeith.” You respond with a whisper.

His eyes look from your toes and back up to your face. Erik takes off your hood, your messy curly bun frizzy from wearing it all day.

“Damn, you ain’t even fix this after I was all in yo’ shit last night.” He laughs with a deep raspy tone.

“I didn’t have time,” you whine, pouting like a baby.

“Why the fuck are you so cute? He had a slight tendrill of anger building up, you could tell from how his brows furrowed, “why you so damn cute, lil mama? Out here having these weak dick niggas craving you.“

You swallow spit, shrugging your shoulders nervously, “I don’t know.”

“What I tell you about that I don’t know shit?”

You forgot he didn’t like for you to tell him that.

“Sorry.”

“All you gonna do is say the shit again. But it’s cool, I know you remember how this strong dick nigga had you crying.” He was even closer now, breath on your cheek.

“I mean, to be honest, aint like you can do much about being the cutest bitch on campus. Cutest bitch with the tightest pussy.”

You could feel him grabbing your breasts with no restraint. Anybody could spot the both of you. You watch as he unzips your hoodie, the thin t shirt you wore underneath giving him a clear view of your big ass nipples.

“Y/N....shit,” he takes both, pinching your nipples and playfully slapping them.

“Big ass titties.” He kisses your neck on both sides with a little tongue.

“Erik,” you moan out with a shiver.

“I’m the only one allowed to put it on you, you hear me?” He whispers. Erik pulls you from the shelf by the collar of your shirt, palming your ass hard before slapping it.

“Daddy is gon’ be all in your shit girl, you wait and see,” he bit your ear, taking you by your hips to make you grind on him from the front. It was the wildest shit ever. You never did anything like this in public. For the most part it was kissing and ass grabbing but not this.

Erik pulls one of your legs up, his hands on the shelf while he dry humped your crotch.

“Damn, babygirl, that leg all the way up there, huh?” He pulls you with three quick pumps over his clothed and now fully hard dick. You could feel it against your leg and it was long as hell. He had you so open last time...Damn, he was gonna do that shit again.

“Let me stop before I have a big ass nut,” he chuckles, lowering your leg but never moving his hand away from your ass, “girl, when we get back to my place, I swear to God your ass is mine.”

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“You’re so hard, I can feel all of that big dick, Daddy.”

You moan while grinding on his crotch, wet pussy wrapped around his bare dick. The minute you stepped out of his car and entered his apartment, he started undressing you without a word. Now here you were, fully naked and coating his dick with that good sticky shit. Erik has his fingers on your clit, rubbing in a slow circle while he instructed you to keep wetting his dick down to his balls.

Erik places his fingers within his mouth before grabbing your waist, angling you and making you bounce on his dick in rhythm with his grinding. It was an erotic sight to see, legs spread wide, pussy wet, hard dick all slick.

“Fuck, Y/N, got me ready to buss a fucking nut, damn girl!” He slaps your ass, “You ain’t all sweet, your little ass a fucking devil. What kinda sweet girl put a pussy like this on a nigga? Ain’t never heard of that.”

Erik grabs his dick, smacking your pussy with it, “Get on your fucking knees. Go on, ma, get down there.”

You were on your knees now, grabbing his dick with one hand, licking yourself off of him.

Damn this girl.

“Y/N, don’t be shy girl, c’mon, lil mama,” Erik motions for you to take him more, “open up...yesss, just like that. Mhm, good girllll.”

You gag on him. He was just so big. You had to stop and look at his dick like it was from another world. He laughs at your tear stained face and swollen lips. The spit on your chin he had a lot of fun with it seems, smearing it in with his fingers.

“I ain’t say you were done,” he jerks his dick, smacking you in the chin, “let’s go, ma, dick ain’t gonna suck itself.”

You grab him up, sucking him again. This time, he was fatter than before. What the hell was this! Your pussy was leaking, no lie. You could feel it on your thighs. Fuck if you weren’t sucking his dick. Erik rolled his eyes, head falling back when your tongue snaked up his dick.

“And you was tryna play scared?! Shit,” he shakes his head, “scared of what Y/N? You ain’t afraid of all this big dick.”

Erik grabs your hair, fucking into your mouth. You grab his thighs, eyes on him while he fucks your mouth.

“Damn, I’m balls deep in your mouth.” He grunts, pushing one final time before releasing your mouth, a thick stream of spit caught on your lips.

“Sloppy mouth bitch.” He slaps you with his dick. You were so astonished. He just hit you with his dick.

“Fuck. Me,” he looked from his dick to your wet face, “Come ride Daddy.”

You climb up, watching him apply a condom again. You pout with sadness, looking down at him roll the condom over all that spit on his dick. The vision was covered and it had you rolling your eyes.

“Fuck you doing all that for?” He caught that shit.

“If you fuck me raw I won’t act like this,” you speak in a timid tone. Erik licks his lips leaning back to admire you.

“You want some raw dick?”

You nod yes.

“Ard...take the condom off then.”

Quickly, you snatch it off, throwing it to the ground.

“Like I said, a slut for this dick,” he pulls you over him, “Get up here and fuck me since you want it raw. Fuck this dick like you tryna mold my shit in that little kitty.”

You squat over him on your tip toes, rubbing his dick over your clit a bit before lowering over him. He slaps your ass extremely hard, the connection complete and your lips in a full pout now.

“Yeah, thats my fucking girl, such a good little girl. Making that face I like, that dumb struck face with all this dick in you balls deep, fuck.”

You start bouncing, hands on his shoulders and head thrown back.

“Ohmygodddd ohmygoddddd.”

He was really hitting different. It was so much pressure you were sure to squirt. The dick was knocking on your walls for a squirt in return. Damn, his big dick was all the way in there. Shit didn’t make no sense.

“You hear all that?” He speaks to you but you were dickmatized, “you are splashing on me, girl! What the fuck!” You sure were. You could hear it loud and clear.

“Yes I am, oh my Godddd,” you gasp.

“Yes I am, Daddy. I’m so wet, Daddy.”

“You taking this big dick girl, it’s okay for me to keep fucking you like this? Fuck, Y/N this pretty pussy so wet.”

His hands were everywhere. He was low on the couch, hips pumping up into you with his eyes low and on your face. You were in an eye lock with him and it made the moment even better.

“Never thought you would be bouncing on this dick did you?” You both shake your heads at the same time, “I already know I just wanted you to agree with me, sexy bitch.”

You watch as he presses his hand into your back, lifting your leg with the other hand, pounding into you, beating your shit in.

“Damn, ma, I got you looking possessed,” he says all of this while fucking you deeper, flesh smacking louder, “mhmmm, this cool? Huh? Daddy hitting that spot, right?”

You were in no shape to speak. This man had a tight grip on your leg while he beat the brakes off your pussy.

“Shit better than the first time? You getting all of me girl ain’t no holding back. You want this raw dick you taking it like a big girl.” He slows down, making you feel every inch. It was literal murder.

“You a big girl,” he looks down at the way his dick was fucking you, “big girl when you getting this pussy fucked.”

“Fuck, yes.” You moan out. You’d be a big girl and take anything. This man had you wide open.

Damn, hold up, shit,” Erik slips out, arching you over the couch now. He used your shoulders, pushing you down so your face was pressed into the cushions. Your ass was pointed so far up, pussy spread wide for him to slip inside with ease. Your pussy was already wet anyway so he would be in that shit with no problem real soon.

“Throw this phat ass back on me.”

You move with as much energy as you could force. He had you tired. You move your hips seductively while throwing it back, your eyes on him to watch his every reaction. You watched him take in a deep breath, several to be exact, trying his best to control the urge to cum.

“This little pussy finna make me buss.”

You were about to buss from the way his head stroked your sweet spot.

“Ahh, I’m about to cum, Daddy,” you grab the back of the couch, legs shaking and cum spilling out like warm sugar.

“Pussy so sweet, Y/N,” he grabs your hips, taking control now while drilling you. The change of pace had your mouth wide open and eyes glossy from the pressure.

“Damn, you really in there!” You yell, back muscles flexing from the intense feeling. This man was stirring your guts around like a bowl of noodles.

“You putting it on me Daddy I don’t wanna stop!!!” You yell with literal tears in your eyes. You were being completely honest. You didn’t want him to ever stop. You wanted him to keep going and going.

“Putting it on this tight pussy?” He asks with a smirk, “This my tight pussy, you hear me? My tight pussy, little mama.”

“Yes, it’s for you!” You couldn’t believe it, you were cumming again, “DADDY MY PUSSY!!!”

The way you reacted to him had his balls tight and dick rippling, ready to cum.

“Best believe little girl I’m taking. this. SHIT.” He started fucking then stoping, fucking then stopping, like a pattern of torture. Your body would jerk forward in surprise, and then he would stop for about three seconds leaving your clit a throbbing mess. Each time he started back up you would gasp, the surprise of it leaving you motionless and breathless.

“Mhm,” he stops, slapping your ass, “Mhm.”

You reach back, hoping for him to grab your wrists. When he does, you prepare for the pounding of your life. Arching more, you feel him increase momentum, eyes growing lower and lower each time. He had you hooked. That’s it. You were fucking Erik Stevens from now on.

“How you feel about me bussing this pussy open?” He says in a breathless tone.

“I feel so good, Daddy.”

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You watch as he sucks on your nipples, your shirt lifted over your head. You just got out of the shower, your legs weak. He had you against his front door, wet hair all over your face and chest arched forward into his mouth. You cry and do it loudly like a whiny brat, his tongue flicking your nipples in the best way.

“Daddy...stop...” you push at him weakly.

He starts sucking like a damn baby and you extend your head back, hitting the door with a loud thud.

“Chill out,” you say between breathless moans. He was a damn animal for you.

“Daddy, what the fuck,” you rub your thighs together, “ooo...stop,”

He doesn’t say a word as he tongues and sucks on your titties. Nipple play never aroused you this much. Erik was a man of firsts for you. How was it that you could feel your pussy throb and drip from this? His eyes meet yours while he flicks his tongue over your right nipple. Damn, he was a fine motherfucker with a mouth you wanted to sit on. Imagine having a tongue like that slipping from front to back and side to side in your slit.

“Daddy eat my pussy,” you ask with no regard.

“Suck on that pussy?” He lifts with spit on his chin, “If I eat it you ain’t going no where for the night cuz im only gonna fuck you again.”

“So?” You sass, “plus, I’m gonna be here more often anyway. My calculus teacher recommended me to you for tutoring.”

He looks at you with dark eyes of lust while twirling your nipples, “Damn, forreal?”

“Yeah, I figured you could reward me with more dick if I do well.”

“Yeah, I can do that. But that means you gotta do well though.”

You kiss your teeth, “Okay, I’ll do my best.”

“Put that bag down and undress. Squat over the couch with that pussy sitting over the edge, okay?” He said it so casually, his naked chest looking edible.

“Okay,” you put your bag down, undressing again. You know you looked a mess but he didn’t care about that shit. Walking to the couch, you watch him as he takes a hit from his blunt. You get into position, arching with your legs wide and pussy sitting for his mouth. Erik admires you while blowing smoke from his lips, walking over to you and getting on his knees.

“You gon pop that ass and pussy while I eat your juicy shit from the back?”

“I’ll do whatever you want me to.”

“Good.”

You could feel him turning around, his arms up and on your ass, spreading you wide. You feel his lips kissing your pussy, eyes closing with bliss. He tongues your folds apart, his tongue dancing with your nectar. He slobs, then slurps, slobs, then slurps, a continuous pattern. Each time you would flinch, your clit jumping each time he did it. Fuck if you would get your pussy ate from someone else. He knew your pussy like the back of his hand. His tongue started flicking upward, only the tip of it teasing your clit and inner folds. It moved all over, Erik working that thing. You claw at the couch, turning your head no matter how painful to try and watch how he did that. This man was full of surprises.

“Daddy, how you doing that?” You ask with a sweet tone. He responds with a sloppy kiss to your clit. You fall against him, giving in to his dance.

“Fuck, Daddy.” You start popping your ass, the feeling of his gold slugs making you shiver. Shit, he was making you cum. Already this man was making you squirt. You were overwhelmed.

“SHIT,” you shake, pussy squirting in his mouth. He applauds you with a slap to the ass before going back to work. Now your clit was overworked and sensitive. The more he slobs the more you cum. And just like that, you were creaming.

“Oh, fuck yeahhhhh.” You talk into the couch cushion beneath you.

“My dick hard again. I told you.” He stands, dick ready to rip through his sweats.

You could hear your phone ringing, sure that it was Brandy but all that didn’t matter, Erik had you up in the air. You could see yourself in his mirrors that he had on his living room wall over his TV. You were so small compared to him. He’s taller, extremely taller, and so toned and cut, not one part of his body was covered with fat. He looked into that mirror too, eyes on you at times but also on the way he held you up like you were as light as an infant, bringing you down over his dick. Each time you both connected he would look back at you to catch your reaction. It didn’t matter how this man fucked you, it was great each time.

Erik walks over to the mirror while he still bounced you, turning sideways now, those full lips of his pouty and his eyes low and hazy.

“Creaming on me something serious,” he rewards you for that buy fucking up into you quickly. Your toes curl, hands around the back of his neck squeezing.

“Y/N, damn,” he scrunches his face, hands palming your ass to keep you up and open for him, “Baby girl, look at me.”

You look at him, moans stuck in your throat.

“Why you letting me take this pussy like this? You not afraid to fall for a nigga?”

You were already falling. It was only day two. He knew what he was doing. He played the game well.

“You not afraid to fall for me?” You catch your breath, “you’re not afraid to get pussy whipped by a girl like me? A little mama?”

“Nah, ma,” Erik shakes his head with a smirk, “not at all.”

You blush, your pussy gushing further over him. He may be your fuck buddy now but the thought of him being more excited you. He made you forget about your ex. Erik was the man of your dreams now a reality.

“Shit, I’m about to have a big fuck nut!!!” You watch as he fucks you at full throttle, body bouncing, wet pussy sliding, moans and groans loud for the entire apartment complex to hear.

“Fuck, girl!!!!” Erik slips out, resting you on the floor while cumming on your face and titties. You catch as much as you could and scrape up the rest to put on your tongue. Erik watched you with primal eyes, his sweat dripping on you. The sweat that smelled like citrus and patchouli. While you tasted and swallowed his cum you wished he would cum in you. You know why but damn his dick was good that’s where you wanted it next! You could only beg for it honestly.

“Ard, ma, time to get up we got some studying to do.” He picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You watch him pick up your back pack Erik walking you back to his bedroom. How were you going to study and get through the semester with Erik’s dick in you at any given opportunity? This was going to be tough. Erik drops you on the bed, your body bouncing. As you sit up and fold your legs, Erik opens you bag while his blunt rested between his lips, pulling all of your things out that you needed.

“I’m serious about this studying, shorty. Education is important. You want me to help you out you gotta pay attention to everything I tell your little ass, Aight?”

“Okay, whatever you say, Erik.” You pull your hair up into a top knot bun.

“Gotta work hard for what you want,” he looks at you, a smirk growing on his face, “you hear me talking to you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Daddy Erik when I’m in that puss, professor Erik when we hitting these books,” he takes a puff of his weed, “you smoke?”

You take the blunt without answering, smoking a little.

“Aight, what you get on your calculus exam?”

You felt embarrassed to say. You knew he would frown at you if you told him what it was.

“I’m an A average student, Erik.” You try and ease away from answering his question. His eyes were on you like he was ready to fuck you yet again.

“Ma,” he shakes his head, “just tell me. What you get?”

“A fucking 79.”

“You can do better but that’s better than shit I’ve seen. Stop beating yourself up, Y/N.”

His words had you dripping on his bed. You bounce, titties jumping and a seductive smile on your face. Your eyes focus on him, his still hard dick pointed to your mouth. He bites the corner of his lip, eyes peeking at the way your big ass titties looked bouncing. With a shake of his head and closed eyes, Erik grabs you by the chin, making you look up at him. He opens his eyes real slow, trapping you.

“Just suck my dick again, ma. You did that shit right the first time. I like the way you look chocking on my stick.”

Yep, this was going to be difficult.

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* hi friends ! i'm kofi , twenty3 , and i prefer either she / her or they / them pronouns ! i've been looking for a cute town rp to join , and i'm so glad i came across irving . i'm graduating from college this semester ( finally ! ) , so excuse me if i'm a little scatterbrained at times ! i just know that i'll eventually bring more muses to the group , but i figured that one was enough for my plate right now ( and i'm ridiculously picky and will spend hours making up my mind ) . that being said , jinhyuk is a brand new muse straight out of the box , so please forgive me if he strays from his intro ! i can't wait to read about everyone's muses , and i especially can't wait to build connections with everyone !

* ahn hyo seop , cis man + he / him | you know jinhyuk shin , right ? they're twenty five , and they've lived in irving for , like , their whole life ? well , their spotify wrapped says they've listened to swear to god by blackbear like , a million times this year which makes sense 'cause they've got that whole warm aroma of cedar and patchouli lingering on his skin , a bedside journal filled with nonsensical writings , and boisterous laughter followed by reddened cheeks thing going on . i just checked and their birthday is december 10th, so they're a sagittarius , which is unsurprising , all things considered .

001. DOSSIER .

name : shin jin hyuk . nicknames : jin , primarily . only called jinnie by his mother . date of birth : december 10th, 1995 . zodiac : sagittarius . birthplace : irving , north carolina ( raised on orion avenue ) . orientation : bisexual , biromantic . residence : irving , north carolina ( port apartments ) . occupation : accountant for kahlo’s café and graduate student . height : 188cm ( 6′2″ ) . mother : shin aera ( adoptive ; high school mandarin teacher ) . father : shin hangyeol ( adoptive ; emergency medicine nurse ) . positives : benevolent , educated , independent , liberal , passionate , and romantic . neutral : moralistic , boyish , mellow , private , restrained , and unaggressive . negative : hesitant , timid , cautious , boisterous , clumsy , and gullible . likes : iced americano , ballpoint pens , roasted carrots , rainy days , a too warm apartment , lazy sundays , sugar donuts , bubble tea , and cancelled lectures . dislikes : essay word minimums , too hot summers , too loud music , fireworks , black coffee , his sensitivity , and itchy sweaters . dressing style : best described as lazy yet stylish . consists primarily of shackets , sweatshirts , denim jeans , and ankle cropped dress pants . as someone constantly on his feet , he has a few trusty sneakers that get him across campus . it is rare to see him in track / sweatsuits as he can be self - conscious about his appearance . markings : a scar on his left elbow from falling through a fence at eight years old and a faded scar on his eyebrow from running into a tree branch at ten years old .

002 . BACKSTORY .

it’s december of 1995 when jinhyuk is born to parents who don’t want him or have the funds to raise him . for the better part of six months , he is raised in a local orphanage until he’s nearly a year old , and is adopted by shin aera and her husband , hangyeol . the couple are in their early thirties at the time of jinhyuk’s adoption , and he has never made the effort to look for his ‘birth’ parents , even though aera and hangyeol have asked if he would like to . the couple raise their son in a relatively normal and peaceful household on orion avenue , and despite not having siblings , jinhyuk grows up to be a warm yet tenderhearted person .

growing up , jinhyuk is a boy who wears his heart on his sleeve . it’s relatively tough for him to make friends during his early adolescent years as he grows a little too fast for his body to catch up with , and finds himself tripping over his feet when hanging out with other kids . on top of that , due to his asthma , it’s hard for him to keep up with the other kids of irving as they explore the places where he’s not supposed to be , often needing to stop for puffs from his inhaler . eventually , jinhyuk gives up on trying to be an adventurous child , and instead finds solace in making friends who are more interested in books , writing , video games , and anything that doesn’t involve getting his sneakers stuck in the mud .

it’s during his high school years when jinhyuk finally grows into his own . a handsome boy with wide eyes , jinhyuk has found a niche of people that he’s comfortable with and even finds love for the first time when he’s sixteen . the new love is almost overwhelming for jinhyuk as he had never experienced such a love before . it lasts for a little over a year and a half , and it’s a love that jinhyuk has been unable to forget . eventually , jinhyuk graduates from irving’s local high school and moves away to attend college in ‘ the big city ’ . jinhyuk obtains his bachelor’s degree in economics , and moves back home following graduation . he takes a gap year , and during that time he takes on the position of accountant for kahlo’s café .

since then , jinhyuk has been working job and living with his persian cat named duri . he primarily works from home as his job isn’t necessarily one that’s needed in house , so he spends a lot of time exploring new hobbies and half finishing books that remain placed all around his apartment . he has far too many plants that are in need of water , and gets annoyed when the tourists come to town because the beach is too crowded and cutie pie’s never has available seating .

003 . PERSONALITY .

as an adult , jinhyuk is someone who tries not to step on toes and stays in his own lane . he’s not someone who invokes arguments and he doesn’t really diffuse them either , so you could say that he’s a neutral party in most situations . he could be considered as something of a romantic as well as a hopeless romantic , but he doesn’t necessarily look for love as he believes that if he’s meant to fall in love again then it will happen when the time is right . jinhyuk is soft spoken and he can be relatively sociable when he wants to be . sometimes , if provoked enough , he can be a little snippy or rude , but it’s a rare chance that he is unless he truly doesn’t get along with someone .

he likes early morning walks as they allow him the chance to think without much disturbance , and finds comfort with being by himself . believes in taking himself on ‘dates’ and eats too much pasta to be considered as anything other than a 6′2″ piece of rigatoni .

004 . CONNECTIONS .

i am open to fulfilling anything that you’re looking for , and i’m also open to working based on chemistry !

a best friend would be nice 🥺 or i’ll cry

his ! first ! love ! jinhyuk experienced literally every first with this person ( first kiss , first time , first everything ) and he hasn’t really gotten over them despite their relationship happening in high school .

he’s not much of a hookup person , but that’s not to say that it’s impossible for him to have one or two .

platonic soulmates ! borderline best friends , but also teetering over the line of being confidants .

someone who flirts with him but he’s absolutely oblivious to it . this could be done either romantically or platonically .

perhaps someone he has a crush on ? he doesn’t voice his crush on them because it’s a new feeling of love all over again , and he doesn’t make the effort to even tell friends about it .

anyone else who works at kahlo’s pls raise your hand 🥺 and may they be worK FRIENDS I’M BEGGING

i’m sure i’ll add more , but this is what i have for now ! it’s nearly 2am and i didn’t eat dinner so .. embarrassing luv .

#irvingintro #pls excuse the page being on dash only for now #i'm still editing and such !#this took a lil longer than expected #i have a short attention span PLS call me out on it

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