#🍑‘s peaches

[peachdues]

Peach, I know you’re the queen of fragrances and I need some help bc I’ve absolutely fallen for the Pengaligon’s Clandestine Clara that I got in a sample but a bottle it $315 dollars 😭 I’m not a perfume girlie but it’s literally the only perfume I’ve ever liked the smell of on me and I’ve been literally OBSESSED with it and I ran out of the sample MONTHS ago. Do you have any suggestions for a cheaper dupe or something that is similar?

A PENHALIGON LOVER?? AFTER MY OWN HEART??

God, I LOVE the penhaligon perfumes — the scents and bottle designs are utterly exquisite. The price point, however…not so much 😭 one day I will splurge, though!

Clandestine Clara is a wonderfully warm and spicy gourmand, and those are having quite the moment on the perfume market! Lucky for you, that means there are tons of options!

First, let’s break down the main notes in Clandestine Clara so you know what to keep an eye out for:

Top note: rum

Middle note: tonka bean

Base note: oppoponax (AKA sweet myrrh/resin)

Pretty straightforward, and utterly gorgeous. Mainly, you want to keep an eye out for spicy, boozy gourmands with a good dose of vanilla.

Here are some good dupes!

Divain 692 — this is a direct dupe of Clandestine Clara. Probably the closest you’ll get to the exact scent profile and it has decent longevity!

Top notes: rum and vanilla

Middle notes: cinnamon and musk

Base notes: amber and patchouli.

The rest of these are Clandestine Clara adjacent — meaning they share many of the same key notes, but combine them with others in a way that makes them not quite a dupe, but still remain safely within that spicy/boozy gourmand family. I’ll bold the overlapping notes!

Killian Paris — angel’s share

Key notes: cognac, tonka bean, and oakwood. Other notes include cinnamon, sandalwood, praline, and vanilla.

Memoirs of a trespasser — imaginary authors

Y’all should know by now that I’m a HUGE fan of imaginary authors. This one is a gorgeous spicy gourmand.

Key notes: Madagascar Vanilla, Guaiac Wood, Myrrh, Benzoin, Ambrette Seed, Oak (benzoin and oppoponax are very similar!)

Lush — turmeric latte

THIS ONEEEE. Smells like a spiced cookie.

Key notes: benzoin, tonka, vanilla, cinnamon

Note that if you want to make this extra sweet (and more akin to Clandestine Clara), I’d recommend layering this with either the sticky dates body lotion OR body spray!

DS & Durga — deep dark vanilla

Okay so this one is more expensive BUT in case you want to splurge OR want something with a little more complexity, I figured I’d throw it in!

Key notes: Cabrueva, Orchid, Pink Pepper, Vines, Green Vanilla Leaves, Cypress Root, Vanilla Absolute (will smell similar to tonka), Dark Patchouli, Hay

Demeter fragrance library — cardamom

This is straight cardamom which is the perfect warm spice.

I hope this is helpful!! Stay gorgeous!!

[peachsayshi]

thinking about older brother's best friend Suguru & how he gets jealous when you bring a date around 🫣🫣🫣🫣

[yearninghabits]

Self insert is done for the most part I think!! Wanted to show them off before I make a silly drawing :D They're a werecat and hiding it to avoid Treavor. It's not obvious in the design here outside of the whiskers but they got more cat features, I assure you ;)

[mepposprincess]

antics ✨

[sweetest-florida-blue-peach]

I'm literally crying because I haven't been feeling well lately. Physically, mentally, or emotionally. And just imagining Kirishima and Bakugou taking care of me is making me sob into my Plague Doctor plushie.

Edgar, I'm sorry for getting my snot and tears on you but my fictional self-shipping delusions are taking greater precedence. I promise to clean you when I'm not feeling like a raging dumpster fire. 😭😭😭

[peachdues]

thank you, Amy!!

pls when is he not my hyperfixation

Open tags!

cute thing im coming up with

this picrew of yourself and your current hyperfixation !!

no pressure tags @pearlzier @julesssyy @reidsfavoritegirl @whitney23317 @willowsblanket @flowercrownsandtrauma @rottenletter

[peachdues]

Thought you would like these :D

ahhhhh my baby!!!

I love these so much! Thank you!

[thotsandbaddies]

[mepposprincess]

hehe ga.im s/i + some lore

picrew link

[peachdues]

Ahhhh Fallon, this is so cute!!

Cool Touch

hello hello everyone!!! i know i just updated Noble Blood a few days ago, but the mental image of this one wouldn't leave me alone, so i went ahead and wrote it. this is the first of my entries for @threadbaresweater's "summertime (and the livin' is easy)" collab event! my chosen prompt for this was gojo + sunburns. not much happens here, but nonetheless i hope you enjoy it! also as usual this is not proofread at all so please forgive any mistakes haha

read on ao3 | wc: ~1.9k | cw: gender neutral reader, ambiguous relationship (can be read as romantic or platonic!), kinda implied autistic gojo (mentions of sensory issues & such), sunburns (obviously), that's pretty much it!

“Wow, you really weren’t kidding.”

Your words earned you a glare from Satoru as he stood in the doorway. His sunglasses had slipped down his nose as he looked at you, and for once, the dark lenses stood out less against his skin than the stark blue of his eyes.

“Do I look like a liar?” he retorted, opening the door a bit wider so you could come inside.

“More like a lobster,” you said as you stepped around him, before you could even really think about the words. “Sorry! Too soon, I guess,” you added quickly, dancing away from him as he reached out, probably to pinch you in retaliation for your comment on his appearance.

“Yeah, too soon,” he grumbled, shutting the door. “I don’t think I slept at all last night, I was so uncomfortable.”

“That’s what you get for not reapplying sunscreen like we told you to.”

“‘We’?” Satoru asked indignantly, dropping down to sit in one of his dining table chairs as he looked up at you with wide eyes. “Who else told me to reapply?”

“Me, for starters.” As you spoke, you set the shopping bag down on the table in front of you and began to pull out the things Satoru had asked for: multiple bottles of aloe vera gel, four flavors of ice cream, a box of popsicles, ice packs to be stuck in the freezer for later, and a few large bottles of water – your own addition, not something Satoru had requested. “And Suguru, Shoko, Kento—”

“Nanamin??”

“Yes,” you confirmed. “He does actually kind of like you, you know. And we’ve talked about the interrupting thing.”

“Right,” he sighed. “Sorry. I’ll put the money in the jar later.”

“Good,” you hummed. You tried to hand him the receipt from the drug store then, but he waved you off.

“Just leave it on the kitchen counter when you grab spoons,” he told you, leaning against the back of his chair, though h e quickly sat up straight again with a hiss when his skin made contact with the wood. “Hurryyyy,” he whined as you walked off. “I’m literally going to die if you’re not slathering me in gel in the next five seconds.”

“First of all, why the fuck did you have to phrase it like that?” You opened the silverware drawer, grabbing two spoons for the various ice creams you had gotten. Before you left the room, you stuck the receipt to the fridge with one of Satoru’s kitschy little magnets – you were pretty sure the one you grabbed was some sort of fish, but it was a little chipped and faded, and you didn’t bother to look at it for too long before you were walking away again. “Second of all, you are not going to die, you’re just uncomfortable.”

“And itchy. Soooooo fucking itchy.” Satoru was quick to snatch one of the spoons from you, already having the pint of cotton candy flavored ice cream in his lap. 

You wrinkled your nose at the sight, never quite able to understand how he was able to enjoy the flavor, but you said nothing as you came to stand behind his chair. Setting your own spoon on the table, you picked up one of the bottles of aloe gel.

“This might be cold on your skin,” you warned, though he barely acknowledged your words with a hum, his mouth too full of pink and blue ice cream for him to be thinking about much of anything. With a shrug, you squeezed some of the gel out into the palm of your hand, then set the bottle aside. You took a moment to rub the gel between your hands to warm it up a bit, then placed your hands on his tomato red shoulders.

Immediately, Satoru jumped, making an almost hilarious squawking sound as he moved away from your touch. “What the hell?” he demanded, ice cream and spoon still clutched in his hands. His eyes were open wide and his sunglasses had slipped all the way down his nose, seeming to cling to his face for dear life. “Warn a guy next time!”

More than a little shocked by his reaction, you blinked dumbly at him for a moment. “But… I did warn you?” Your brows furrowed as you spoke, and you cocked your head a bit as you looked at him, more confused than anything else.

“You definitely did not,” Satoru argued, now scowling at you.

“I said ‘this might be cold’,” you reminded him. “That counts as a warning.”

“But you didn’t say it would sting!”

Though part of you wanted to roll your eyes at Satoru for his dramatic reaction to the feeling of the aloe gel on his skin, you managed not to; you were well aware of how jumpy and antsy he could be in moments of vulnerability – physically or emotionally – and that generally he didn’t take well to perceived judgment during vulnerable times. Instead, you took a deep breath before apologizing.

“I’m sorry for not warning you about that part, too, Toru. If you’d like to come and sit back down I’ll put the gel on your sunburn. It’ll help you feel more comfortable in your skin, for at least a little bit.”

He eyed you for a moment longer, and you were certain if he had cat ears, they’d be in airplane mode as he decided whether to trust you again or not. Eventually, he let out a somewhat exaggerated sigh, then walked back over to the chair you still stood behind. “I appreciate and accept your apology,” he said quietly, settling down and taking another bite of his cotton candy ice cream. 

A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips as you watched him, glad that he was comfortable enough with you to be vulnerable, and that he trusted you to take care of him this way. He’d come a long way since you’d first met; he’d never been standoffish, really – he was the life of every room he walked into, party or not – but he’d kept anything he deemed “too personal” close to his chest, not wanting to give anyone a reason to dislike him. He’d been slow to open up to you, but once he’d realized you could be trusted? He’d become your closest friend, constantly in your space whenever you were in the same place. It had surprised you, the sheer amount of love he was capable of, when he deemed someone worthy – and trustworthy – enough to show that side of himself, but you felt honored to have his love directed at you.

Even if he was dramatic and difficult sometimes.

“Thank you,” you told him. “Now, I’m about to touch your back and shoulders again, alright? It might be cold and it might sting again, but hopefully not much.”

“‘Kay,” he replied around a mouthful of his frozen pink and blue treat, and you shook your head at him, a small chuckle escaping you.

Doing just as you’d said, you placed your hands on Satoru’s shoulders again, spreading the gel over as much of his skin as you could reach from your current angle: across the tops of his shoulders and down around to his collarbones; up his neck to his undercut; back down below his shoulder blades, rubbing it all in and doing your best to make sure it wasn’t layered on too thick, knowing that would aggravate his sensory issues.

Satoru tensed and shuddered for a fraction of a second when your hands came in contact with his fried skin, but he quickly relaxed again, letting you do all the work for him, since the worst of his burn was on his back and shoulders, where he couldn’t get a great angle to rub the gel on himself.

Grabbing the bottle of gel, you squeezed a bit more of it out into your palm. “I need to get the rest of your back,” you told him. “Could you lean forward a little more so I can reach it better?”

“Sure.” He did as you asked without complaint, even setting aside the now empty pint of ice cream and reaching for one of the water bottles you’d bought, twisting off the cap and taking a large sip of it.

“Someone’s thirsty,” you couldn’t help but tease. It was so rare to see Satoru drink anything that wouldn’t give anyone else a cavity just from looking at it that you had to make note of it any time it happened.

He grumbled at your words, but if he blushed, it was impossible to distinguish from the red that already tinted his cheeks. “I am thirsty.”

“I know,” you soothed. “That’s why I bought those. I always get really thirsty when I get a sunburn.” You uttered another warning before placing your gelled up hands further down his back than before, once again working the substance into his skin as well as you could. From the new angle, you could tell the burn ended where the waistband of his swim trunks had been, so you didn’t let your hands wander any places they weren’t needed. Though you didn’t need another reason to keep your hands to yourself (so to speak), the way Satoru shivered when your fingers dipped the tiniest bit below the waist of the current shorts he wore was reason enough.

“I’m done with your back,” you told him after a bit, stepping out from behind the chair to better look at the snowy haired man you had just thoroughly aloe-d. “Do you need help with getting the gel anywhere else?” The smile he shot you struck you right in the heart.

“No, I think I can do the rest of it. Thank you.” 

Keeping eye contact with him suddenly felt too intense, so you looked away. Your gaze landed on the open water bottle on the table, and you were pleased to see that he’d nearly emptied the bottle; the sight made you smile.

“You’re welcome,” you said back quietly. Then you remembered the ice packs and popsicles, so you picked them all up and walked back into his kitchen, sticking them all in wherever you could them, in between all his boxes of frozen chicken nuggets and other microwave meals – his kitchen skills were minimal, and the man knew what he liked, so you couldn’t really fault him for sticking with the ease of frozen food.

When you returned from the kitchen, you saw Satoru beginning to rub the aloe gel along his arms, so you were satisfied that you had completed the job you’d come here to do. You pulled your keys out of your pocket, making sure you had your phone before you made for the door.

“Wait!” Satoru called after you, and you stopped, turning back to look at him. His brows were furrowed, and his expression was some combination of confused and… dejected? “Where are you going?”

“You said you didn’t need any more help with the aloe, so I was gonna leave you to it.”

“Oh.” His face fell at your words, but he spoke again anyways. “Do you have somewhere you need to be?”

You tilted your head slightly. “Not really, no. Why?”

Satoru perked up so quickly it was enough to give you secondhand emotional whiplash. “Oh, good! I was hoping you’d stay, maybe watch a movie or something?”

You couldn’t help but smile at him, with his sunglasses hanging crooked on his nose, his frosty white hair falling into his eyes, his boyish grin aimed full force at you.

“Yeah,” you said quietly. “I’ll stay. What movie were you thinking?”

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divider by @/saradika

[peachdues]

hi peach !! i just jumped into your inbox to inform you about what i’m gonna eat tonight : flatbread !!

i ate it once in the past and it was with chocolate back then — i was like 6 / 7 years old lmao. don’t ask about how it tasted bc it was probably salty & sweet at the same time, what an experience.

but anyway,,, well i’m excited bc as you see i haven’t ate one in so so long & & & that’s it >_<

sorry for rambling about very random stuff, i hope you’re having a great day / night <33 muah

Oh my god, flatbread sounds so fucking good. And chocolate flatbread?????? I didn’t even know that was a THING omg it sounds divine!

I’m so excited for you, bc my ass loves food, and it sounds like you’re gonna have something delicious!! Thank you for sharing 🤍🤍

[thotsandbaddies]

[theforgottenbuu]

Princess Peach 🍑

@eugenia-starfield ‘s idea, decided to take action, more ‘Peach SHOWTIME’ outfits coming soon!

[peachdues]

Words cannot describe how fucking excited I am for this.

Desecration

Pairing: Demon!Obanai x Angel!Reader

A/N: Here is the prologue for a work that I have been planning for months now. This has been on my mind ever since I wrote Temptation back in October. I am currently anticipating that it will consist of either 3 or 4 parts, but this may be subject to change and is most definitely not set in stone.

CW: This work will be NSFW, so minors please do not interact. There will be violence, death, smut, and a LOT of angst. I hope you enjoy :)

The very second Obanai began hunting you, he knew that your death would break him in one way or another.

The demon crept within the shadows of an abandoned house, simply watching as you wandered into a small garden, unaware that death followed you as the moon does the sun. His eyes never left you – to do so would be to let his prey escape – as he stood unmoving in the night.

“Kill it. Now.”

His thoughts were overrun with a voice that didn't belong to him, orders that demanded he complete his task before taking on another, and then another. 

As was his purpose in eternity – to deliver the end upon those who were deserving of his blade; those who were nothing but mere obstacles for both him and his Creator. 

And he did so with pleasure.

He watched as you crouched down,  golden light flickered in the palm of your hand as you pressed it into the cold, dried-up soil; the surrounding flowers, once wilted, slowly standing upright with their petals unfurling; it filled the demon with a hint of curiosity.

You weren’t human.

No matter, he thought, brandishing his weapon – a sickle created from the very metals found deep in the hells; a weapon smithed with infernal ore that burned hotter than that of melted iron and dealt sharper blows than the finest obsidian – as he continued to lurk within the shadows of a home that wasn’t his. 

He had killed many of his kind before; those who were defective and broken, too, deserved to be punished. You would be no different than the thousands of bodies that lay in his wake; just another corpse whose purpose wasn’t divine enough to be considered worthy of life.

Yet, the smallest inkling pestered him in the back of his mind – suggesting to him that you were no demon, either. Your soul wasn’t scalding like his. Instead, you graced him with a warmth that was unknown to him – a comfort that he’d not known throughout his entire existence.

It was disturbing. Foreign.

He needed to make it rot.

Tagging: @peachdues, @forest-hashira, @xxsabitoxx, and @meowzfordayz because I've been discussing this story with them non-stop lmao

[peachdues]

a surprise for all of you….

Cover art for In the Netherwood by the incredibly talented, beautiful, wonderful, effervescent mermaid that is @selkiipon.

This will be made the cover for a separate masterlist that I am working on for Netherwood and it will also be uploaded to AO3.

I truly don’t have words to express how utterly gorgeous this is. The details (the snowdrops!!), Sanemi’s wolf design, the cloak — it’s all so very wonderful and I am so, so grateful.

Fal, you and your talents are gifts and nothing short of incredible. THANK YOU.

Y’all better reblog and give Fal the attention she deserves.