#wisteria whiskey

[zommieblr]

Always a winner, never a loser.

♡ I'm always a winner

♡ I win in everything that's possible to win

♡ I achieve everything I put my mind to

♡ I achieve every goal I set

♡ Winning is as easy as breathing

♡ Winning is a regular thing for me

♡ Achieving great things is nothing out of the ordinary for me

♡ I get what I want, whenever I want

♡ I am able to prepare thoroughly and properly to win

♡ I am incapable of losing

♡ I know to celebrate my achievements, big or small

♡ Frequent success drives me to work even harder everyday

♡ Success is my motivation to get up in every day

♡ I am a winner through and through

♡ I am confident in myself and my abilities

[bonusdragons]

July 14, 2024:

Wisteria Primary, Auraboa, Piebald.

Dominos of whiskeyed's clan!

[wildsupernova]

too sweet.

summary: she was too sweet for him, everybody knew that. still, he couldn’t stay away, and neither could she, even when the sugar made his head spin and the bitterness burned her throat.

pairing: steve harrington x reader

warnings: brief mentions of sexual content, nothing too serious really

word count: 900

a/n: hey! just wanted get something up while i work on some longer pieces. i’m currently finishing up my second semester of my second year of college, so i haven’t had time or energy to write much of anything lately. figured i’d write a little blurb when i got the time to keep the content coming for you guys. anyway, hope you enjoy! hopefully new longer content will be coming soon. if you enjoy, leave a like, reblog, or a comment, whatever, any little bit of engagement helps. :)

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She was too good for Steve, everyone knew that. She was a delicate, well groomed rose bush and he was the patch of weeds that grew in her planter box, stealing every last bit of water from her until her leaves turned brown and fell from her stem. He wasn’t someone a girl like her should ever be associating with, but something kept him coming back to her, and her to him. 

They didn’t speak in school, sharing stolen glances from across the hall, soft stares that turned desperate when they were filled with memories of two nights ago. To Steve’s friends, she was nothing more than a conquest, and to hers he was nothing more than a walking red warning sign telling her to run the other way. To each other, they were something they couldn’t quite name, unsure if it was love or boredom or something else entirely. But boredom wouldn’t have you running back to someone like this, wouldn’t have you lying awake thinking about them and your heart racing every time you shared a glance. 

He was the type to fall asleep when the sky was dark and wake long after the birds had already started singing, and she never crawled in or out of bed any later than the sun. He’d tried to see her once, crawl through her window after every streetlight had flickered on, but she hadn’t answered his taps on her window, duvet blocking out any sound that might disturb her early sleep. Two mornings later and he’s woken from his own sleep by the ringing of his phone, her sweet voice begging him to watch the sunrise with her at Lovers Lake. He had complained and told her it was far too early, but when she told him she got up that early everyday he simply laughed and grabbed his keys from the bedside table.

He asked her once if she’d ever thought about sleeping in, or staying out late to watch the stars around a bonfire. She’d shook her head, told him routine was what she needed, that she could get the most out of her day if she went to bed early, but that same night she’d made it back home long after the moon took its place in the sky, hair frizzy and skirt twisted sideways. 

She reminded him of when he’d drank a Screwdriver for the first time, far too sweet for him to handle without his head spinning, but giving him enough of a buzz that he couldn’t stop sipping it. He reminded her of the single sip of her father’s whiskey spiked coffee, the kind that turned her tongue bitter and burned her throat on the way down, but had her heart racing all the same. 

He always laughed at the way she’d scold him for his dirty mouth. He didn’t think he’d ever heard a single ‘bad word’ come out of her, and everytime one came out of him, she was quick to smack him on the shoulder and tell him off like a mother. She kept her body guarded, rarely letting his hands wander too far until it was two hours later and she was desperate for them to be anywhere else but on her face. He started to wake up earlier just to hear the birds sing about her. 

He started seeing her in everything. In the rainy days where the sun was still in the sky, the soft patter of raindrops hitting his window sounding more and more like her laugh every time. He saw her in the wisteria vines that climbed the trellis in his mother’s garden, in the sip of wine he stole from his mother’s glass. He told himself he could wait a few years until he didn’t burn so much, until he became a better man who could handle how sweet she was. She told him she didn’t mind the burn, didn’t mind the bitterness, but if he wanted to wait until he was smoother for her, she could do that. She could wait.

2 years later and she's still just as sweet, smooth like an aged bottle of wine but with that small bitter hint you don’t really notice until you’re two glasses in. He’s smoother, like the shot of bourbon sitting next to her on her kitchen counter, but he still burns just enough for her to recognize him. She downs the amber in the glass and tells him she can handle the burn, and he tells her that sweet still makes his head spin, even after all this time.

Suddenly he’s the one waking before the sun, slaving away over an oven and a glass of wine left out from the night before, birds singing the same song they used to years ago. He’s in bed by sunset because she’d pulled him to the bedroom by the arm, lips lingering on his skin in the same way he used to linger on hers. He finds himself watching his language and she lets a few dirty words slip now and then, and her hands move his lower when she gets tired of them on her waist. He still sees her in the rain and the roses outside of his apartment, down to the small thorns hidden just beneath the beautiful crimson petals. She sees him in the thunder storms and the dandelions, beautiful and dangerous all the same. 

Suddenly, Screwdrivers aren’t too sweet for him anymore, and whiskey doesn’t burn her throat quite like it used to.

[icarus-does-fall]

Alr alr

Simon x piercer/tattooer reader

I did my best to make my idea a thing 🤷‍♂️

Dub-con!! Trans Simon but it's not a major plot point, might make another one where it is

I just have brainrot and productive energy

.𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤. .𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤.

Simon “Ghost” Riley, a simple man. A stoic and dealy man. A man who was claimed to have no emotions, no connections. To be a ghost. Yet whenever you were around, he seemed to be less of a ghost, he seemed to be human.

Then there was you. You were bright and filled with life, colourful to say the least as you were covered in tattoos and piercing, after all that was your job. The cherry on top, you loved- sometimes you loved too much and got yourself hurt.

He was spending almost all his money on booking appointments at your shop, he never had valid reasons to see you outside your parlour just to see you, feel you. Yet you never minded, Simon was polite, while he didn't always hold the best conversations he never made you feel uncomfortable like some of your other clients did.

Plus maybe you had started to develop a slight crush on the rugged soldier that was constantly spending his free time with you instead of going out with his mates. He made you laugh, smile, and he had an oddly safe feeling about him.

Simon had been away on deployment for nearly a year and the first thing he did when he got back was book something with you. It was a piercing, and one of a particularly sensitive nature- He was asking to get a jacob's ladder done.

You almost didn't agree. You liked the guy and piercing his dick? That seemed to cross a few too many lines, yes it was your job but you were still human and sometimes it is difficult to separate work from life. Simon instead though, he trusted you, you had the experience with it, and he wanted that specific piercing done.

So stealing your emotions and doing your best to lock them all away in a cage so deep within you it wouldn’t be easily found you waited for Simon's appointment time, getting everything ready in the back room- You doubted the man wanted to expose himself to everyone else in the shop… A low blush rose to your cheeks as your thoughts tried to wander about.

What if he liked the public scene?

After all, you didn't know much about Simon other than what simple conversation would allow. He had a dog- A german shepherd. He smoked, sometimes you’d smoke with him. His best mate was named Soap and he drank whiskey. And he was possibly trans? One of the first tattoos you did for him was scar coverups on his chest, but you weren't going to ask any questions. Scar cover ups were one of your specialties. Most people came to you for those types of tattoos specifically.

But his more personal details? Those you weren’t sure about.

Quicker than you thought the time for Simon's appointment showed up. He walked into the shop, looming like a shadow, before seeing you at the counter and his entire mood lightened up.

“Hey lovie.”

You rolled your eyes with a soft laugh. “Hey again Si, fill out your paperwork, I’ll get everything set up in the back for you. And how's that last tat treating you? It heal okay?”

Simon shrugged and then rolled up his sleeve, the newest addition was still slightly red but the tattoo seemed to have healed without issue. It was a bundle of wisteria flowers, one of the few tattoos that you were given full control over. It was just a space filler.

“It’s fine, the lads thought it was too… girly ‘suppose but I like it just fine.”

You pouted playfully while heading to the back room. “Aw ‘just fine’? Thought we’ve moved into actual compliments before you left, you get tired of talking all that much on deployment or somethin?”

Simon merely huffed as he filled out his paperwork and then placed it on the counter. He liked talking to you, he did. Just sometimes his words failed him.

After a few minutes you were ready and called him back. He listened like a well trained dog, raising from where he was sitting without a work and went to where you were. If he had a tail it would be wagging.

Simon closed the door behind him and simply stood there a bit awkwardly as you had just finished wrapping the chair for him to sit on. Your face flushed slightly, it wouldn’t have been noticeable if Simon was as trained as he was to notice the small details.

“You gotta strip Si-” Now your blush was noticeable, it flared brightly. “Not! Not completely! But you gotta lose the trousers before you sit down-”

Simon chuckled slightly at your flustered state. And whether he meant to or if it was all subconsciously done, he slowly undid his belt and took off his pants. You had to force yourself not to stare at him. He took his spot on the chair and got comfortable to the point it’d be easier for you to pierce him.

You rolled your chair in between his legs, your tray of tools right next to you. You looked up at him, doing your damnedest to stay professional. “This will hurt, like… a lot Simon.”

He nodded and sighed out softly, he was thanking every god possible right now that he had his mask on to hide his own flushed face. “I know, go ahead.”

Now Simon wasn’t huge by any means, but he wasn’t small either, but he was girthy. Something that sparked your interest though was the scar lines down there. He unknowingly sent butterflies straight to your stomach as you tried not to blatantly stare at his half exposed body.

With a steady hand but a shaky resolve you took his dick into your hand, tentatively wiping it down with a alcohol wipe and then marking where the piercings needed to go. You were doing three this session. Simon tensed up under your touch and a soft groan slipped past his lips as you began. You froze, mistaking that groan for discomfort and not something else.

“You alright Si, something feel wrong?”

He merely shook his head and then nodded, gesturing for you to continue. You did.

So you lined up the needle with the first mark and went through the skin.

“Fuck! Jesus lovie! Can't give a guy some warning before you stab ‘em?”

You chuckled sheepishly. “Sorry about that Si… First one alway hurts more than the rest, and we still gotta put the barbell in too.”

“Christ-” Simon sighed and laid his head back against the hair, he was trying not to pant or focus on how your hand felt wrapped around his dick- Or the thoughts that followed. He doubted you even liked him, plus it was damn near unprofessional to think like that while you were working.

You apologised once more before putting the barbell into the first piercing, Simon let out another groan as you did that, and then you wiped down the piercing, cleaning it of the small bits of blood that’d showed up. Then you moved onto the second one. Simon's groans got a bit louder and he was biting his lip to hold back the moans that threatened to slip out. The third one went in without issue as well, but by now Simons dick was aching- From both the piercings and how you had been handling him.

He was all but dripping precum with each new piercing and touch of your hand, which you both were trying to ignore. Your heart was racing and your face flushed, Simon was refusing to look in your direction as you worked.

As you pulled away after finishing cleaning him and then took your gloves off you casted a glance over towards Simon. “How's it look? Everything feel okay?”

Simon laid still for a few moments after you began your clean up before he sat up slightly and looked to see how the piercings were done, forgetting just for a moment that you were in the room and ran a hand across the piercings.

He unintentionally came with that action of his. All over the chair and his thighs. He groaned out quietly and moaned and then he blushed hard, becoming nothing but a flustered and stuttering mess.

“Fuck lovie- That wasnt supposed to, ain’t mean to… ‘M not that used to having it yet… I'm sorry, fuck im sorry lovie, makin a mess all over your work stuff not professional at all.”

Your face had gotten bright red and you’d froze in your spot, your eyes couldn’t help but to be drawn towards Simon's leaking dick which was now covered in cum. His words pulled out of your mini trance and hurriedly gave him a few paper towels to clean up with, but he was too focused on apologising to realise you were trying to help.

Taking a breath you tried to steel your nerves and then placed your hand on Simon's calf. It's what was closest to you and you didn’t want to make him- or you comfortable. “Si, calm down- it’s okay honestly… You think you're the first guy who's been a little sensitive after this type of piercing?”

Simon's blush was now visible, even underneath his mask, and he was still avoiding looking at you as he cleaned himself up. His words were mumbled and hard to hear and he was still slightly hard making things worse. “Well… Probably the first to like you as ya do it… As it happens…”

You still heard him though, and you bit your lip while trying to find the words. What were you supposed to do? Admit your possible feelings while he was half naked and covered in cum? Well… you probably shouldn’t but you wanted it. He was a sight to see like that, hell he was whining and desperate for forgiveness. That sight, those feelings, it made your stomach coil.

So what did you do? Breaking all your rules, every boundary you’d been trying to set this entire session, you touched him without having a job to do. Your hands traced along his bottom surgery scars- Simons hands stilled and he looked up at you confused.

“Wha-”

Your hands trailed down to caress his dick and gently you milked out the rest of his come. Simon's eyes fluttered closed and he was reduced to a moaning mess. “L-lovie, what are you doing? Wh-why? What?”

You continued to stroke Simon's dick, careful to avoid the piercings you just placed, technically, for everything to heal correctly you shouldn't have been doing that but you were being careful. “Just wanna show you it's okay, nothing to be sorry for, yaknow?”

Another strangled moan fell past Simon's lips and his dick was twitching in your hands, you looked up at him through your lashes and then leaned forward, kitten licking his tip for a few moments before fully licking him clean. One of his hands ended up threaded through your hair, not wanting you to pull away just yet until there wasn't any cum left.

Finally when you pulled away after he’d been cleaned up, he was gripping onto the chairs armrests and panting softly, you on the other hand while blushing looked similar to how a cat looks after catching the canary.

“Well damn lovie… Fuckin hell… Wasn’t expecting that type of aftercare-”

“You taste pretty good Si…” You laughed softly and licked your lips, “Can I get another taste later?”

Simon groaned out softly and slouched back against the chair he was sitting in again as he caught his breath and once his head was clear he got dressed again and then bit his lip as he walked over towards where you were.

“You're a different type of crazy lovie, make things interesting… It’s why you're my favourite.” He sighed and scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. “Coffee sometime then?- Or dinner?”

You laughed and kissed Simon's cheek through his mask. “I do what I can~ And I would love to, been wanting that for a while actually.”

[kyoteugly]

Don't feed the animal - Chapter 15 (Buddie AU)

Inside the restaurant there was a small patio in a shade of pergola covered with wisteria. A myriad of small lights twinkled gently above the guests' heads. Tables for two seemed to be chaotically placed on the stone floor decorated with colorful mosaics. The place was not that elegant but it gave a sense of privacy. It was cozy.

Eddie indulged himself with a glass of whiskey, which he sipped leisurely. He had missed the flavor but today it tasted especially delicious. 

With a slight smile he looked at Taylor sitting across from him. She was telling him something about her job or about the dessert they ordered. Eddie couldn't care less. Her voice was distant, her shape blurry except for one spot that caught Eddie's attention. Her red hair framed the fair skin of her neck in gentle waves. A delicate gold chain emphasized the exposed throat. Eddie licked his lips unconsciously, the smoky taste of the whiskey still lingering on his tongue.

Who would have thought that the gates of heaven were shaped like plush lips. They veiled an angel’s voice singing anthems so profound that they were reverberating to his very core. He still heard those sacred tunes even though he cut them off with nothing more but a little pressure. 

Fire without oxygen should die out but this one burned even hotter, devouring him to the point of charred bones… and he only wanted more…

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[koffeebreakmelts]

Final Fantasy Location Wax Melts

Etsy Shop

Available Scents:

Baron Castle: rose, musk, redwood, night air

Figaro Castle: sand, mountain air, sunflower, machinery

Midgar: campfire, sweet tobacco, poppies, bay rum

Costa del Sol: sea salt, caramel, sunflower, sand, ocean breeze

Gold Saucer: whiskey, new car, vetiver, champagne, sweet tobacco

Cosmo Canyon: poppies, clove, musk, dirt

Balamb Garden: ocean breeze, fresh cotton, fresh cut grass, new car

Alexandria: mountain air, ambrosia, fresh cotton, campfire

Ipsen's Castle: sand, old books, love spell

Zanarkand: teakwood, grapefruit, wisteria, peppermint

Rabanastre: sand, sweet pea, ambrosia, dirt

Galdin Quay: sea salt, bay rum, champagne, berries & cream

[astrid-sama]

Labyrinth of white roses

(Effie trinket x fem oc)

Chapter 2)

"Capitol City"

The station is full of journalists from the Capitol City who have come to film the departure of the tributes from the station, I'm happy I didn't cry before. Alexander on the other hand still has red eyes, I feel sorry for him, after all he is still a child; if Elia had been in his place he too would have cried.

The train is incredibly luxurious: the furniture is made of solid mahogany, the tablecloths are silk and the sofas are soft and comfortable.

We each have our own bedroom with attached private bathroom with hot running water, in district twelve we don't have hot water.

Effie told us that we can do whatever we want until dinner time, so I decide to take advantage of all this luxury, I take a long hot shower and I apply a berry scented cream on my body which makes my skin soft and fragrant; I decide to wear my green dress with white flowers again but I change my old boots with a new pair that I found in the wardrobe of my room and finally I tie my hair in a braid like the one Elia had done for me this morning.

Thinking about Elijah makes me sad, it reminds me that if I want to see him again I will be forced to kill; I think I wouldn't feel guilty if I were forced to kill to defend myself but the very idea of ​​having to kill scared children like Alexander makes me feel bad.

I leave my room and start walking towards the carriage where we will have dinner, I was hoping that walking would help me stop thinking but that's not the case.

When I arrive at the restaurant car there is only Effie sitting at the table.

-Darling you arrived right on time, come and sit down-

Effie invites me to sit in front of her and smiles at me.

A few minutes later Alexander and Haymitch also arrive and the Avox begin serving dinner.

As a first course we are served a delicious risotto decorated with wisteria flowers, as a second course we are served a cut of pork accompanied by various vegetables and finally they bring us some cakes filled with what I believe is chocolate.

When dinner is over I feel full like I've never been before and judging by the look of deep subscription on Alexander's face I can tell he feels the same as me.

Before going to sleep Alexander asks Haymitch for advice on how to behave as soon as we arrive in the Capitol, Haymitch replies that he will explain it to us tomorrow if he feels like it then grabs a bottle of whiskey and goes to his room.

I also go to my room and get ready for bed.

When I am woken up in the morning by an Avox I feel very tired due to the lack of sleep due to the constant nightmares I have been having.

After washing I put on a simple light blue dress that I found in the wardrobe and head to breakfast.

When I arrive, everyone is already there: Haymitch is pouring what I think is whiskey into a cup of tea, Effie is eating a pink muffin and Alexander is eating a bit of everything.

-Good morning darling, did you sleep well?-

Effie said smiling at me, "she has a beautiful smile" I think and I can't help but blush.

-I slept very well Effie-

In reality my sleep was downright terrible but Effie doesn't need to know that.

-I'm happy to know, we will arrive at Capitol soon and you will have to be in perfect shape for the tribute parade-

-Speaking of the parade, Haymitch told us yesterday that you would explain to us how to behave-

Haymitch looks away from his tea for the first time since we started eating and, far from happy, answers Alexander.

-Do you want some advice?! Smile, blow kisses to the crowd, make the citizens of the Capitol believe that you love them and that you are honored to be here-

-Do you have any advice regarding the Hunger Games? Should we try to ally ourselves with other tributes? What should we focus on during training? What is the weapon we should learn to use? -

-Girl, you're really trying to win, I like you. To answer your questions: the only solid alliance is that of the favorites but allying with them if you don't come from districts one, two and four is practically impossible unless you prove yourself incredible in training; During training you will need to balance practicing survival techniques with weapons training. Do you have survival skills or experience with weapons? -

-I know medicinal plants, I'm quite agile and I can climb practically anything but I don't think they are very useful skills-

Alexander seems very dejected, he already thinks he's done for. I take his hand in mine and squeeze it reassuringly, he turns to look at me and gives me a small smile.

-I know edible plants, I'm good with throwing knives and I'm really good with a bow I always hit my prey in the eye-

Haymitch hums thoughtfully, I hope it's a good sign.

-We have arrived, we will continue our conversation after the tribute parade in the meantime my first piece of advice is let the stylists do whatever they want with you, they know what they are doing-

Once we got off the train we were accompanied to the tribute preparation center, each tribute was assigned an entire staff with the task of making us beautiful for the parade.

I lie down on a metal surface, they massage my whole body and apply a lotion that makes my skin glow; at a certain point the trainers decide to remove all the hair on my body, when they're done, my body burns.

When I finally finish all the treatments I am taken to a room and told to wait for my stylist to arrive.

After a while a man with dark skin and a thin layer of gold eyeliner over his eye enters; in his hand he holds a garment bag in which I think there is my dress.

Usually for the parade the tributes are dressed to recall their district, for example the tributes from district one are often adorned with jewels; the tributes from district twelve almost always come dressed as miners and unfortunately this doesn't get us many sponsors; other times, however, the stylists decide that the clothes are overrated and leave the tributes practically naked, I remember that a few years ago the tributes of district twelve did not have a dress but had been covered in ash. "I hope I'm not naked"

-Nice to meet you, I'm Cinna your stylist. I decided to make you wear a particular dress that doesn't focus on the miners but on coal and fire-

"Oh no! I'll be naked for sure"

-The idea for your dress came to me when I saw you and the boy from district twelve. I thought about how different you two were, one with red hair and the other with black hair. Looking at you, coal and fire came to mind; you with your black hair will be the coal while the boy with his red hair will be the fire-

He opens the case and takes out a black leather suit. After putting on the pants and leather bodysuit Cinna has me put on some high boots with a small heel. Cinna attaches little pieces of coal to my dress which are covered in a thin layer of red glitter which makes the little pieces of coal look like they are glowing.

When I'm done getting dressed, I apply make-up: a little black eyeshadow with glitter, a red shaded eyeliner and a gloss with glitter.

-Now the final touch-

Cinna placed on my head a beautiful diadem with fiery red rubies.

When I can finally look at myself in the mirror I am left speechless.

"I'm beautiful"

The leather clothes bring out every curve of my body, the makeup makes my eyes appear a deeper blue, and the crown highlights the black of my hair. Without even thinking about it I hug Cinna, thanks to him I will be able to get some sponsors and my chances of winning will increase.

-Thank you Cinna, you are saving me-

When I see Alexander I notice that he is dressed similarly to me, but his crown is black.

Our stylists help us get on the bandwagon and wish us good luck.

Around us, there are the other tributes on their chariots: the tributes of district two wear armor that leaves little to the imagination, the tributes of district seven wear clothes made of leaves, the tributes of district nine wear a dress made of a fabric that resembles corn ears...

One by one the floats begin to advance and the crowd begins to applaud. Our wagon starts to move, I turn to look at Cinna and he motions for me to hold my head high and smile.

When spectators see us they shout our names and throw roses at us; I grab one and after kissing it I throw it back to the crowd and everyone tries to catch it.

"They're fighting about me! They care about that rose because I kissed it."

Continue to blow kisses to the crowd and smile until the parade ends and we are taken back to the preparation center.

Our stylists come to meet us, hug us and congratulate us.

Shortly afterwards Effie and Haymitch arrive and after congratulating us they accompany us to the elevators. Above us is the training center and above it are the living quarters of the tributes and their staff. Each district corresponds to a floor, ours is the twelve.

[astarab1aze]

REPOST — DON’T REBLOG. BOLD any which apply to your muse ! feel free to add to the list !

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NATURE — grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. sunflowers. tulips. lavender. wisteria. petals. cherry blossom. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. fungi. ocean. river. frozen lake. meadow. valley. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. crystal caves. underwater. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. snow. mist. pond. sky.

ANIMALS — lions. wolves. foxes. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. dodo. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. rabbits. penguins. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. scorpions. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. ladybugs. scarabs. hummingbirds. cicadas.

FOODS &. DRINKS — sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. vodka. beer. coffee. sake. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. blackberries. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia. eggs. milk. stew. whiskey.

HOBBIES — music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. baking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. war tactics. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. accordion. strings. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. flute. bells. exploring. tea ceremonies. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. skateboarding. motorcycle riding. car driving. eating. sleeping. climbing. running. jogging. parkour. soccer. studying. people watching. shopping. alchemy. collecting.

MISCELLANEOUS — balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. clear. candles. mystery. growth. decay. war. peace. money. power. law. percussion. justice. clocks. ballpoint pens. photos. mirrors. lighters. pets. diary. journal. fairy lights. truth. deception. madness. sanity. death. sadness. wisdom. realism. happiness. optimism. pessimism. logic. loneliness. family. friends. clan. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. poison. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. kisses. spring. summer. autumn. winter. farmland. countryside. suburban. village. metropolitan. hospitals.

[teprivando]

❛ Com esse baile, já se somam oito dias de atraso para a assinatura dos contratos. Levando em conta a idade, eu esperava mais preparo dos Thorn.❜ O comentário, apesar de ácido, dizia muito sobre a forma como Ivan enxergava sua estadia em Wisteria: um contrato. Não esperava encontrar o amor da sua vida, e potencialmente sequer acreditava nisso. Do lado de fora do salão, tendo escapado de toda a pompa por um instante, ele desfrutava de um copo de whiskey e um cigarro, soprando a fumaça de tabaco para a brisa noturna, quando notou a presença de alguém atrás de si. ❛ Posso ajudá-l@ ? ❜

[zommieblr]

Manifesting = Breathing

♡ Manifesting is as easy as breathing

♡ Manifesting is as mundane as breathing

♡ Manifesting is as simple as breathing

♡ Manifesting is something I do on the daily

♡ Manifesting is the easiest thing I can do

♡ Manifesting comes to me naturally

♡ I can manifest whatever I want

♡ I can manifest anything I desire

♡ I can manifest in a matter of seconds

♡ I can manifest anything instantly

♡ I can manifest without fail

♡ I can manifest without any trouble

♡ I can manifest anywhere at any time

♡ I can change whenever I want

♡ I am a master manifestor

♡ I am the maker of my reality

♡ I am the ultimate manifestor

♡ I am capable of bringing changes to my reality

[mr-leach]

ALRIGHTY I'm gonna go ahead and do the OC prompts that @wisteria-lodge came up with, and at the suggestion of my spouse, I'll answer for both Sy at the beginning of the CoS campaign and where he's at currently. Some of the answers won't be different but uh....a few of them are VERY different.

1. What is the character's go-to drink order?

Ale. Even if it's not his favorite drink, it's the cheapest option, really. If he's feeling fancy he'll spring for some whiskey, but he's pretty picky about what he likes.

2. What is their grooming routine?

Sy keeps his nails short and hands clean, face washed, and tries not to let his chin hair get too long and wiry, though he rarely shaves it off entirely. He might pluck a few strays that are just in the "wrong" place, even though he's probably the only person who notices. He's actually pretty strict about how often he cuts his bangs because of how he's usually got his head down in the garden. He used to yank out any grey hairs he found in the past but has since given up and lets them grow out.

3. What was their most expensive purchase/where does their disposable income go?

Sy is pretty frugal and rarely buys anything new...his last big purchase pre-campaign probably would have been new clothes, a travel bag, and study supplies for Joshua before he left. And his tuition payment. That would have been a good chunk of change for him to part with all at once lol. Before that he might've spent his disposable income on stuff for the garden, or maybe a bit of nice folk art for the cottage.

Mid-campaign his biggest purchase was easily the wagon and horses lol. Then, whenever he buys things he doesn't really need, it's almost always a gift for someone. He's such a dad.

4. Do they have any scars or tattoos?

He didn't used to!! Lol. He might have got a bump or scrape every once in a while, but nothing that left a permanent scar...until Strahd.

Lessee, so far in the campaign, Sy has 3 bite marks, one very faint one from a vampire spawn and two from Strahd himself. Only two of them are on the neck...the last one I'll let you guess on the location of for now. He's also got gashes all across his torso left by....you guessed it, Strahd. Oh, and the arm. Izek cut off his left arm and kept it as a trophy, and then the building he was keeping it in burned to the ground, so like. He's not getting that back. But it's fine! He grew a new one. I mean, a druid NPC grew him a new one out of hawthorn. Sy had a pretty good sense of humour about it, all things considered.

5. What was the last time they cried, and under what circumstances?

Okay so this is actually pretty hard cause Sy cries a lot. Uh...pre-campaign he probably cried reading one of Joshua's letters home, tbh. Or maybe shortly after realizing Joshua might be missing. Or from having to squash a big bug. It's hard to say.

In the campaign uhh...well, fighting vampire Joshua in a nightmare. Does nightmare crying count? I mean before that he definitely cried about setting off a very obvious trap and nearly getting everyone killed. He cries nearly every session tbh.

6. Are they an oldest, middle, youngest, or only child?

Only. Sy was a pretty lonely kid, overall. Even when he lived with his aunt and uncle, he didn't really have any cousins to speak of.

7. Describe the shoes they're wearing.

Bright red galoshes! Sy usually can't afford to splurge on fashion even though he would really love to, but when he needs something replaced he'll sometimes seize the opportunity to get himself something fun, hence his very loud gardening galoshes.

Now he wears more travel appropriate black leather boots. They're also good for...well, they're better than galoshes for when the undead decide to pop up out of the ground and grab at your ankles.

8. Describe the place where they sleep.

Sy's bedroom is a little like a time capsule...a room crowded with old furniture and collections of things from throughout his life. There's a writing desk for him to write letters and journal and whatnot but aside from that he really only uses his room to sleep and get changed. It's prone to getting dusty, since every time he goes to clean, he'll get caught up in his memories just looking at all the stuff he's kept over the years. The bed sheets are a very flowery cottage core style with frills and a crocheted throw blanket-- basically, his room looks like it could belong to your grandma.

In the campaign Sy currently sleeps in the bed closest to the front of the wagon on the first floor. It's tucked in beside the staircase and away from any other beds, and has a window that faces the driver's seat outside. He doesn't mind sharing it with Dorian if he wants to, of course, but he likes that it's sort of blocked off from everything else and it's own 'separate' space while still being close to where he can hear the others doing stuff if they are going up or down the stairs or if they need him out front. God he's such a DAD

9. What is their favourite holiday?

I don't know any of the DnD holidays lol. My best guess would be anything harvest related since he'd get to enjoy the fruits of his labour and start planning his garden for next year.

Also fun fact his real world birthday is on the winter solstice, December 21st. I picked it due to the legend that people born on a Saturday or on a "holy day" are better equipped to fight against vampires lol.

10. What objects do they always carry around with them?

A bottle of "Wizard's Ghost" premium whiskey lol. You never know when you're gonna need a drink. So far, despite being in Barovia for >3 weeks, Sy hasn't gone through his entire bottle, yet! I wonder what he'll do when he runs out though, lol.

Sy also makes sure he's always prepared for any...fade-to-black type encounters. Again, you never know when or where you'll be when you gotta make good on a seduction roll.

On a more wholesome note, Sy almost always has the journal Joshua handmade for him, so he can write down his thoughts, draw, or write letters to send Joshua in Castle Ravenloft.

[fereldanwench]

14 and 19 for the couple ask please !

Happy to oblige! 💙💙💙

14. What little things remind them of each other?

Little things that remind Goro of Valerie: The smell of freshly brewed coffee, NiCola cans, wisteria flowers, cats, prescription pill bottles, that shade of blue (really bad the first few months she's in Mikoshi, he sees it everywhere 😭)

Little things that remind Valerie of Goro: Jazz music, the city at night, any smokey, woodsy, musky scent, dress shirts, pachinko parlors, whiskey

19. What values do they not share? How do they reconcile those differences?

One of the big ones is that Valerie actually has a much more cynical worldview than Goro does. She doesn't really believe big, systemic change is possible, through "benevolent" corporations or otherwise, and she's under no illusions that the work she does for Arasaka is in anyway good for the masses. She does it because she needs to take care of herself and her loved ones, and that's enough justification for her.

And there's also a bit of a cultural difference here: Valerie grew up in a hyper-individualistic society whereas Goro comes from a collectivist culture. Valerie doesn't really do things for "the greater good," and she's not afraid to rock the boat if she's, for instance, ordered to do something that goes against her personal values or judgement. Goro is much more likely to keep up pretenses and keep his mouth shut if he disagrees with an authority figure.

I think they're able to reconcile these differences because they ultimately respect one another and trust that their intentions are still rooted in a sense of morality that is mostly aligned. They both have good hearts and are doing the best they can, and they see that in one another even if they disagree with some of the details.

Plus, sometimes the differences are even a source of admiration: Goro finds Valerie's boldness and self-assuredness endearing, and she finds his idealism and sense of duty inspiring.

[couple questions]

[indyflanery]

blue aesthetics

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Prussian Blue: smoky parlours, wind in pines, silver chains on black satin, leather-bound books worn down with age, the smell of cedar and whiskey on the tongue, quiet sweep of silk on skin, cellos humming in an empty room, snow falling in the dark.

Ultramarine: a grand terrace at dusk, bare feet on marble, scent of gardenias lingering on skin, bright-eyed girls laughing in a dance hall, dark murmur of distant seas and skeins of light that quiver on water, slow moan of lovers whispering in the olive groves.

Cerulean: hot skin, white sand, seas burning beneath a midday sun, sloe-eyed musicians sipping coffee by the fountain, the thrum of bodies in a market square, scent of rosemary and wild thyme, slow drip of acacia honey from the comb, dark braids decorated with cowrie shells.

Indigo: ink black velvet, distant thunder, the half-remembered bars of a nocturne echoing in memory, stopped clocks and silent manors, wisteria blossoms in moonlight, the soundless running of fingers through your lover’s hair in the dark, the dying scent of damask roses.

Turquoise: surf on the sea, misty mornings, bronzed backs of clam divers wading among the rocks, the click-clack of beaded curtains in a shop door, delicate tendrils of anemone and the iridiscent shimmer of mussel shells, sunlight glimmering in rock pools, children laughing.

[depressedspacedoctor]

TEN QUESTIONS | Osanne Yates

So I promised character sheets, and this is the first one you’re getting. Captain of the Whale Shark, the hard-drinking, no-nonsense Osanne Yates! 

I’m using a series of questions from @wisteria-lodge to help define character, in part because it’s short but also because they’re designed to help me think about who this character is underneath, as well as how they present themselves. It’s really useful, in just ten questions I felt a lot more solid on who Osanne was and it’s given me some ideas for plot points I can use later in the story. Anyway, you can find the questions here; now let’s move onto the answers:

What is her go-to drink order?

Whiskey, neat. It doesn’t have to be good. Actually, she usually demands “rotgut” and gets given some kind of local moonshine, or a very cheap whiskey – she wants whatever will get her drunk quickly.

What is her grooming routine?

Quick shower, comb her hair out – as little as possible to look half-decent. She’s utilitarian in her self-care, and it shows: anything to keep her on the level. So she’s not exactly looking after herself properly, and her grooming routine is bare-minimum to reflect that.

What was her most expensive purchase? Where does her disposable income go?

I think Osanne’s most expensive purchase was her sword – it’s the first one she’s owned, and she makes sure to keep it sharp. Her gun was a standard service revolver which frequently jams, it’s cheap and does the job… mostly. Her captain’s jacket looks expensive, but it’s a hand-me-down from her father, and the rest of her equipment is a loan from her job, which a portion of her paycheck goes to paying back.

Most of her disposable income goes on drinks. The rest she saves – she’s saving up for a ship of her own.

Does she have any scars or tattoos?

She’s got a couple of scars from bullet wounds. One through her leg that might’ve been fatal, but Desiderio was there to get her to safety; and two through her right shoulder, the result of a disagreement with a client who didn’t want to pay. He got away, and Osanne made a note to shoot him first next time they met.

She has a few tattoos, too. They’re a rite of passage for a new crewmember – they’ve got to get  tattoo on their first trip out. Osanne got a sextant on her left shoulder for her first – it took a few hours but it still looks great, a testament to the artist her father picked out. She spent a few years trying out various places, getting a tattoo after each job – mainly small ones, especially after the first big one she tried didn’t go so well, she never used that artist again – but the amusement quickly wore thin as the job wore on her. She’s got about half a dozen tattoos, mostly small ones up her right arm, but the sextant is the only one she doesn’t regret getting.

When was the last time she cried, and under what circumstances?

It’s been a while. She’s a bit emotionally dead right now. At the beginning of the story, the death of her father hits her, but before that it’s been months, if not over a year. She keeps it all bottled up until she physically can’t, and it’s causing her a lot of problems.

Is she the oldest, middle, youngest, or only child?

She’s an only child. Her father doted on her in the beginning, but they became estranged as he continued to take on military deliveries for Red Moon. She took a stand against it, along with a lot of Red Moon pilots, and it was only her father’s intervention that stopped her getting fired along with the rest. So she’s seen as a traitor by the remaining pilots, and a scab by those who were let go - she lost a lot of friends through her actions.

Describe the shoes Osanne is wearing.

Osanne wears worn, scratched-up leather boots with a low heel. They’re designed to be practical whilst also doubling as dress shoes, so she only needs one pair, but it shows in that she has roughed them up through lots of work. The heel is worn down from so much use, she’d feel awkward tottering along on new ones.

Describe the place where she sleeps.

Osanne’s job keeps her from sleeping in her own bed, but make no mistake: her Vega 4 apartment is a mess. Her bed’s never made, her nightstand is covered in tissues, beer bottles, mugs, glasses, and the only clean place is her living room because she never uses it because she’s never home. Even when she’s on-planet she tends to sleep at Desi’s place – it’s smaller, but he lives closer to the shipyard. And the bars.

When she’s on a job she keeps a berth on the ship, same as the rest of the crew. Not that she uses it – most of her sleeping takes place in the captain’s seat in the cockpit, because she can never leave it to anyone else.

What is her favourite holiday?

She’s not a fan of Worker Appreciation Day, because it doesn’t come with a day off for her. But then, few holidays do – she’s in the space lanes most of the time, so she rarely gets to celebrate. She likes the little local holidays that are happening sometimes when they land – especially if they come with free beer. She likes to look around during shore leave and find the parties.

On Vega 4, the closest to a decent holiday is Foundation Day, the day FerroCapita was founded – every year the city doesn’t plunge into a gravity well and get crushed amid the fathomless depths of the gas giant is a good year. It’s also an excuse for everyone to drink and party, because you never know if you’ll survive another year.

What objects does she always carry around with her?

She always has her sword at her hip. In addition, her pockets are full of reams of trash: lint, old lighters, half-finished packets of cigarettes (she’s really trying to give up smoking, she has enough bad habits), bouncer coordinates (to communicate with other ships at vast distances), and at least one packet of tissues. In addition, she always carries around the keys for whichever ship she’s currently flying, they’re kept as close as possible.

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So that’s Osanne! Can you spot some of the threads I want to pull on? I’m excited to write some scenes for this, I might have to get started soon - but first, Desiderio is getting the Ten Questions treatment later in the week.

In the meantime, let me know if you’ve got a character sheet you swear by! Hope you enjoy this, look forward to more soon!

[azurescaled-arch]

"I've gifted you a bottle of Dokkalfar wine in the past, but I realized later that you had nothing proper to drink it out of!" Vali quipped as he entered the room, a festive looking bag in hand. He handed it over Izumi with a big smile. Inside was a bottle of wisteria sparkling wine, just as much as a clear lavender purple as the day it was juiced, processed, and bottled, and yet still aged for decades. The wine, however, was just a means to an end, a justification to his second gift. The true gift Vali intended to give, laid deeper inside the bag, wrapped carefully in protective paper. In those little paper parcels, laid two very delicate wine glasses. So delicate, in fact, they looked like they were constructed from magical ice. Little crystalline dragons held up the bowl with their sharp claws and bat-like wings, serpentine necks curled around the stem. "I hope you like them! Blessed Yuletide!" Vali leaned in and gave Izumi a kiss on the cheek, just for good measure.

Honestly...Izumi didn't have any idea how they were supposed to react to this...It was rare for them to receive gifts, usually because they told others not to get them anything. They can't help but to look at how beautiful the wine glasses are, how they've been so carefully made, Vali truly did have an impeccable eye for taste. They smile as they set the glasses on their table, before leaning down to give Vali a firm kiss to the lips, claws gently holding his cheeks.

"Master...No, Valeriu. I truly thank you for this gift, and I shall cherish this gift. Though I suppose I'll only use them whenever we share a bottle of wine, hm? That reminds me, I also got a gift for you, I had to ask someone to go out of their way to get it, but...I figured it would make an interesting gift."

Izumi walked over to their cabinet, pulling out a carefully wrapped bottle. Inside would be a whiskey that he had to get delivered to him via Connor. Honestly, they weren't sure they would get it in time, but then again, they're also not sure how Vali feels about non-Dokkalfar in terms of fae. Nor do they know how Dagda and Connor feel about non-Tuatha de fae. Well, they know how Connor feels.

"It's from the Tuatha De, whiskey's apparently very popular with them. Though I'm not sure how you feel about it. I figured it would be part of my gift to you...The other part is still being finished, I'm afraid."

@magioffire

[secaiami]