#Celestial Essence Perfume

[josephkravis]

Celestial Essence

Ok, why create wonderful scented creations?

[xi4oyan]

henlo henlo it's LotusLoong!!! If possible and you're feeling up for it, I got a requessstttttt (cause I love how poetic and petty your work is...the vibes are immaculate)

Could I request something sweet and fluffy where Wukong and Reader spend the day on Mount Huaguo picking fruits and flowers together as a date? This can be in whatever time frame you'd like, before or after the celestial war/journey west/modern day, I don't mind! Thank yoouuuuuu, I love your stuff 💖🐒💖

Hellooo, sorry for the delay in responding! I'm very happy that you like my work

The sun spilled golden threads over Mount Huaguo, painting the landscape with an ethereal glow. The treetops murmured at the touch of the perfumed breeze, and the streams whispered crystalline songs as they nestled among the stones. The world seemed to sigh in pure harmony, a day woven from the very essence of peace. Here, between the sky and the earth, among wildflowers and crimson fruits, only the two of you existed.

Sun Wukong walked ahead of you, his tail swaying lazily, his golden eyes gleaming like the dawn. There was something enchanting in his carefree nature, in the way he leaped from stone to stone with the lightness of one who belongs to the wind. And yet, he always looked back, ensuring that you followed, his gaze laden with tenderness hidden beneath his usual mischief.

"Come, my flower," he called, holding your hand with an unexpected gentleness. "I want to show you a treasure."

You let him guide you, feeling the comforting warmth of his fingers intertwined with yours. The path opened into a grove where ancient trees bowed under the weight of golden fruits, each one more radiant than the last. Like a true child of the mountains, Wukong climbed the branches with feline grace, plucking a ripe peach and returning to your side in the blink of an eye.

"For you," he murmured, offering the fruit with a smile that carried the brilliance of spring mornings.

You accepted, biting softly into the tender flesh. The juice trickled down your fingers, and Wukong chuckled, amused. Before you could react, he grasped your hand and, without hesitation, brought your fingers to his lips, tasting the lingering sweetness.

"Sweet," he murmured, his voice low, almost reverent. "Just as I imagined."

The minutes flowed like calm water, and he, ever playful, began weaving delicate flower crowns, placing them atop your head with the patience of one crafting something sacred. "Now you're perfect," he whispered, his eyes tracing every detail of you with a tenderness that warmed more than the sun itself.

As the afternoon bowed to dusk, you lay beneath the generous shade of an ancient fig tree. Wukong rested beside you, his gaze turned toward the sky, now bathed in gold and scarlet. The silence between you was comfortable, heavy with meanings that did not need to be spoken.

He turned to you, his fingers trailing softly down your cheek before cupping it, drawing you closer. His lips, warm and reverent, met yours in a kiss as gentle as the breeze, yet carrying the weight of something eternal. He pulled away just slightly, only to press another kiss to your forehead, his tail wrapping loosely around your waist as if to keep you near.

"Do you like it here?" he asked, and for a moment, his voice was merely wind whispering through the leaves.

You turned to him, smiling softly. "Yes. Everything here feels... eternal."

He looked back at you, and for the first time that day, he did not smile. There was something profound in his eyes, a restrained intensity, as if he were trying to etch this moment into his immortal soul. His hand caressed your hair, his fingers threading through it with care, before he leaned in once more, brushing his lips against your temple.

"Then let it be eternal," he murmured, and his hand found yours, fingers intertwining in a touch that spoke more than any promise.

There, among wildflowers and gentle breezes, time ceased to exist. His lips found yours again, slow and unhurried, savoring the moment as if he wished to imprint it into the heavens. And for a brief moment, only love filled the universe.

[mammonscheeks]

brothers reaction to mc with a long skincare routine

✎ warnings: the word blood

"Finally!" You grinned to yourself, hauling a large package on the HoL dining table. Inside were all of your favorite products; hair oils, body scrubs, perfumes, face washes, serums, and the like.

Since you had been summoned unexpectedly to the Devildom, you were forced to use the oddest local products; a facewash that burned your flesh, deodorant that smelled suspiciously like blood, and hair masks that were green and slimy.

As much as you loved Devildom culture, it was tough to find products that didn't harm your human skin and hair, even with Asmodeus's help. So you were glad when Barbatos personally cleared your package from the human world at Devildom customs, where it had been stuck under inspection for the past month.

Later that night while you were indulging in your products, a certain brother came to visit you in your room.

LUCIFER would probably sigh at the number of products you use. he watches you layer serum over serum on your face with a judgemental expression.

"this long of a routine is a waste of time and money, mc. you could be studying right now.

then you walk by him, sending a wave of the honey-scented body scrub you use in his direction. his resolve threatens to break as his face grows warm. thoughts of running his lips over your sugar- scented neck plague his mind. the next day, lucifer visits the human world to buy everything you use, so you never run out in the Devildom.

MAMMON initially comes to your room to see if you have any luxury items worth much. however, he curiously watches you as you go through your hair and skincare routine, and asks if he can try some products out. he's adorable, obviously excited to be involved in whatever you're doing, and not wanting to be left out.

"can you put that on me too, mc? oh, and that? what does this one do?"

before long, you and mammon are cuddling in bed and watching a movie, waiting for the pink glittery face mask on both of your faces to dry.

LEVIATHAN would be interested in the packaging of your skincare, especially if its those asian brands with anime and hello kitty packaging. he'd declare that he's going to buy skincare products with ruri-chan packaging! he probably won't ask to try your products, since Devildom products work better for him, but he wouldn't protest when you put something on him, just to get one of those stereotypical scenes from romance anime, where the protagonist leans in close and...

"MC, I know you're trying to put serum on my lashes, but y-you're too close!"

SATAN inspects the packaging and ingredients of your skincare, thinking back to his research in chemicals and potions classes. He suddenly cups your face, running his thumb over your soft skin.

"MC, why are you so flustered? I'm just trying to understand your skin composition."

the next day, he uses his knowledge in potions and with a list of the chemicals in your products, recreates all your products, so that you can get them for free.

"S-stop grinning like an idiot, MC. I just did this to expand my knowledge on human products, that's all."

he did it because he loves you

ASMODEUS is absolutely DELIGHTED that your package has come. he had helped you this past month, trying to find products that worked for you in the Devildom, but to no avail. he definitely uses popular human world products as well, but not nearly as much as you. he literally wants to do EVERYTHING with you that night, from showering together to skincare.

"MC, show me absolutely EVERYTHING you do, step by step! We can do our routines alongside each other!"

the two of you have so much fun comparing products and being beauty product nerds together. he promises to give you the angelic essence serum he smuggled from the celestial realm, but only if you get him that a tube of that korean sunscreen he's been eyeing.

"my beautiful angel MC! you're glowing!"

BEELZEBUB would try and eat your products. they just smell so good, like candy, honey, and flowers! after preventing him from gobbling them down in one bite, he curiously watches you. he probably wouldn't ask you to put any products on himself, but he wouldn't mind if you do. he provides emotional support while watching you, completely entranced with how your face glows after every step.

"MC, I know you wanted to put this face mask on me, but I keep licking it off..."

after you're done with your routine, expect a clingy beelzebub, who keeps nuzzling your neck and face for a sniff of the sugary products you use.

BELPHEGOR upon watching your routine begins to feel tired. He doesn't understand why humans (and Asmodeus) need to go through so much effort and products before going to bed. On top of that, humans have to be patient and wait between steps, so their skin absorbs the serums properly!

"I feel sleepy just watching how long your routine is, MC. Doesn't it take too much energy to do so much?"

In an effort to show him that skincare is relaxing, you lay him down in your bed and start running a gua sha on his face. In 5 seconds flat, he's passed out (snoring and everything), from the ice-cold sensation on his jaw as well as your soft hands on his face.

[awkwardlyoutsidely-doodles]

What do the Hazbin Hotel residents smell like??

Alastor: The obvious would be blood, because of his eating habits and activtes, and I agree there would be a metaltic tinge to him, but I personally thing he smells like a fireplace, smoky, maybe a speck of tabacco, also being the radio demon I'd like to think he has an air of ozone to his person, with all the that static going around him. 100/10.

Husk: He drinks, yes and he spend majority day around alchchol, so yes that high octane is def around his person. but with the terroity that comes with being a cat demon, comes with the stight musky scent of cat fur, pleasant in my opinion. very cuddly boy 10/10.

Angel: I acutally think Angel would smell great, probably wears a great perpume, a some floral notes, for sure maybe some sweet notes too! they're miight me and undertone of cigerette smoke from a certain overlord. 8/10

Charile: Sweets, and sugar, gumdrops and rainbows, bursting with pure happiness, and of course sulfur, fire and brim stone. 7/10

Vaggie: In short she probably smells alot like Charile, because she spends so much time together with her, and probably share some of the same products. However being an ex-angel probably adds some resudial 'celestial essence', very clean, very good hygiene too. 7/10

Sir Penious: This master of engineering and inventing , probably smells, a lot like motor oil, and ink from drawing up blue prints for his inventions, he is a little old fashion victorian boy so probably does everything by hand, when it comes to document his inventions, and the obvious snake demon sssscent that come along with it ie musk etc. 6/10

Nifty: The murderous lil bundle, probably smells of one thing. Cleaning supples. Bleach. Toliet cleaner. Mop water. Glass cleaner. She practially bathes in the stuff, On top of the blood of her enemies, I suppose she may smell like what ever Al is cooking in the kitchen when she helps him. 2/10

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Lucifer: This short king of hell, like his daughter probably has alot of sweet undertones, very syurpy, apples etc, on top of having the scent from his workshop, paint, glue, gaseoline. On top of the usual fire and brimstone. 9/10

Rosie: Welcome to Cannibal Town! This dame smells of the latest perfume that's popular around town, a subtle smell of flowers, and maybe something citrus-y, along with the smell of baked goods and tea. Yknow to mask the the smell of the blood and organs, but you know that adds to her charm.7/10

[sapientiaspiritus]

Like a lover's whisper at first light, the dawn arrived, not with harsh fanfare, but with the wires of honor found in a bird's first song. The rain, a gentle kiss upon the waking world, cooled the skin and soothed the mind, washed clean of yesterday's clamor. A harmony of silence bloomed, and in its heart, the soul found a refuge, a verdant valley where worries withered and peace took root.

The earth, exhaled a fragrant breath, a mist woven with the scent of damp soil and the perfume of blossoming hope. A stillness settled, not the stillness of death, but the stillness of profound presence, a moment held sacred in the palm of the universe. The window beckoned, a portal to the unfolding day, a silent invitation to witness the divine artistry painted upon the canvas of the sky.

And then, the rain intensified, a passionate downpour echoing the longings deep within. The world slowed, the hurried pace of the past dissolved like sugar in water, leaving only the sweet essence of now. As though creation itself seemed to pause, to breathe with me, to invite me to dance in the rhythm of the rain, to find solace in the quiet rebirth of the world, a mirror reflecting the secrets whispered in the heart.

I closed my eyes, and a vision bloomed: no gilded cage, no parched earth, but the celestial embrace of weeping skies. I cast off the leaden robes of sorrowing thought, offering bare skin to the silver needle-song of rain. Each drop, a tender kiss, a purification, a return to the untamed spirit whispering within the world's core. I dance, laughter engraving the rain which cleanses the dust in my lungs, unveiling the radiant self, lost in shadows. In this imagined deluge, I found not merely water, but an endless ocean, a boundless feeling of home.

[queenofdragons12]

The Ichor Throne | satouru gojo.

Synopsis

A mortal queen tethers the god of chaos to her throne using forbidden blood-magic, forcing Gojo Satoru into a human vessel. Their daily "rituals" to sustain the binding spell blur the lines between domination and devotion, threatening both the celestial order and the queen’s ironclad resolve. When rebel sorcerers discover Gojo’s true power lies in his willing submission, the pair must confront whether their toxic entanglement is a cage... or the genesis of a new pantheon.

Content Breakdown

1. The Binding (Ch. 1-3)

Gojo’s divine essence forcibly merged with reader’s coronation regalia

First ritual scene: Reader using throne’s chains to "calibrate" their connection

"You want infinity? Then earn it through mortal means."

2. Crown & Chains (Ch. 4-7)

Political fallout from housing a deity

Gojo sabotaging reader’s alliances via psychic interference during state dinners

Shared dream sequences revealing his pre-sealed memories

3. Eclipse Protocol (Ch. 8-10)

Rebel attack forces reader to temporarily unleash Gojo’s powers

Post-battle vulnerability: Gojo cradling injured reader while still magically collared

"This is why gods shouldn’t kneel, little queen. Now you’ve made me care."

4. Throne of Ash (Finale)

Ultimate choice: Dissolve the bond (freeing Gojo but destroying her magic) or ascend together

Climactic ritual merging their bodies into a single cosmic entity

Word Count

CategoryCountTotal32,000 wordsSmut/Intimacy Scenes11,200 (35%)Political Maneuvering8,000 (25%)Cosmic Horror Elements6,400 (20%)Character Backstories4,800 (15%)Battle Sequences1,600 (5%)

Warnings

Graphic Non-Con (magically enforced intimacy)

Body Horror (cosmic transformations during rituals)

Power Imbalance (monarch/deity dynamic)

Psychological Manipulation

Ritualistic Self-Harm (blood magic mechanics)

The last shaft of afternoon light through your chamber's leaded windows caught the floating suitcases in golden suspension - precisely arranged diplomatic gifts hovering like obedient ghosts. You adjusted your high-necked lace collar, its starched edges scraping the healing love bite beneath. Three layers should cover it this time.

The scent hit first - bergamot and sex-damp sheets. Then the heat. Gojo's bare chest pressed against your back like a brand through the silk brocade, his morning stubble catching threads from your travelling cloak. "Please, my love," his whisper vibrated against your nape, fingers slipping beneath your belt to find still-tender skin, "don't leave me to cold sheets and colder politics."

You let him turn you - a tactical retreat. His pupils swallowed sapphire irises whole, hair a chaos of white silk across bare shoulders. The dangerous curve of his smile didn't reach the hand cradling your jaw, thumb brushing the scar he'd kissed better last solstice.

"Sweet serpent," you murmured against his seeking mouth, tasting yesterday's pomegranate wine on his tongue. Your knuckles brushed the proof of his desperation straining against linen sleep pants. "Shall I gift Nevar's queen your spend staining her carpets? Imagine the scrolls her spies would pen..."

His growl shook the perfume vials on your dresser. "Let them read how thoroughly you're claimed." Magic crackled as he walked you backward toward the rumpled four-poster, its curtains still bearing tear marks from last night's...negotiations.

You stopped him with a hairpin to the throat - diamond tip kissing his Adam's apple. "What use is a pet," you breathed into the sudden stillness, "that can't wait seven nights?" The suitcases' levitation spells hummed higher, leather corners smoking with impatience.

Gojo's laugh curled like opium smoke around your resolve. "Seven nights without your teeth at my-"

The door slammed open with your will rather than hands. You stepped through without turning, knowing he'd see the tremble in your lifted chin, smell the arousal even sandalwood oil couldn't mask. His last words followed you down the tower stairs, clinging like the scent of his skin under your nails:

"Her Winter Court has ice in its veins, darling. You'll burn for me by third sunset."

The door didn't quite click shut behind you.

SCENEBREAK

The conference room's AC hummed like a dying wasp, its stale breath doing nothing for the sweat pooling beneath your thigh-high stockings. You watched nanami adjust his tie for the seventh time - that particular Windsor knot you'd complimented three moons ago, when his fingers still smelled of fresh litigation paperwork rather than desperate cologne.

"Post-summit dinner," he said, voice smoother than the whiskey he'd never order himself. "There's... a new izakaya near the courthouse." His briefcase clicked open-shut-open, swallowing the unspoken that doesn't involve reviewing merger contracts until 2AM.

Before you could weaponize your clipboard, Choso's younger brother materialized from the floral arrangement - all gangly limbs and inherited cheekbones. "S-senpai! I baked these mochi shaped like... your case files?" The dessert box trembled in hands still scarred from last month's cursed speech bubble incident.

The temperature dropped. Glass rattled in its frames.

"You." Sukuna's shadow swallowed the conference table's LED lights. His knuckle brushed your inner thigh beneath the table, a brand through three layers of imported wool. "Stop wasting my fucking time with these maggots." The 'V' of his unbuttoned shirt revealed blackened curse marks pulsing like live wires.

Nobara's champagne flute caught the dying sunlight, casting blood-red prismas across your notes. "Careful, princess," she purred, stiletto tapping the nuclear football briefcase under the table. "Let one paw too far up that skirt, and we'll be scraping king of curses off the ceiling tiles again."

Maki didn't look up from sharpening her cursed speech quill. "The Kamo heir's been eyeing our stock options. I could arrange an... acquisition." Her grin flashed feral. "Permanently."

You stood, letting Sukuna's stolen jacket slide from your shoulders like shed skin. "Gentlemen." The single word froze Nanami's pen mid-signature, turned Choso's brother's ears incarnadine. "Shall we reconvene when your," a deliberate glance downward, "arguments stand taller than your briefing docs?"

The door slammed without your touch. Through vibrating glass, you watched Sukuna's reflection peel himself from your abandoned chair, licking residual cursed energy from his fingers like spun sugar.

Nobara materialized at your elbow, her perfume cutting through the stench of male desperation. "So. Which head shall we mount in the lobby first?"

SCENEBREAK

As you stumble through the front door, the dim light of the hallway casts long shadows, illuminating the remnants of your chaotic evening. The lingering warmth of the meeting still clings to you, blending with the pleasant buzz from the drinks consumed—each one a different shade of impulse and camaraderie. You take a moment to lean against the door frame, attempting to shake off the dizziness that settles like a heavy fog in your mind.

You take a deep breath, the familiar scent of your home—softly spiced with hints of sandalwood and fresh linen—envelops you like a warm hug. Just beyond the threshold, the living room opens up, revealing a sight that makes your heart swell. There, sprawled comfortably on the inviting sofa, is Gojo, oblivious to the world. His unruly white hair is tousled, partially hiding his serene face, and a remote hangs loosely from his fingers like a forgotten prize.

A smile creeps across your face, softening the edges of your exhaustion. You lift a hand in a casual wave, and with a flick of your wrist, a gentle magic stirs from your fingertips. It dances through the air, shimmering softly, and gracefully sweeps the remote from his grasp, tucking it neatly back into its designated spot on the coffee table. You chuckle to yourself, enchanted by the effortless connection you share with him—this little moment of mischief a reminder of the bond you both cherish.

With Gojo undisturbed, you tiptoe toward the bathroom, your feet tapping softly against the wooden floor, each step echoing in the quiet house. The bathroom door creaks open, revealing a haven of solace. You flick on the light and watch as the warmth floods the small space.

Sliding out of your clothes, you let the fabric pool at your feet like a forgotten memory, the weight of the day spilling away with each piece. The shower beckons, its warmth promising to cleanse both body and spirit. You step inside, and as the water cascades over you, it feels like a thousand tiny hands washing away the last remnants of the day—the heat enveloping you like an embrace, the steam swirling around, making everything feel ethereal.

You let your thoughts drift, momentarily losing yourself in the rhythmic sound of water splashing against the porcelain tub. Each droplet carries away the weight of the night—the laughter, the conversations, the clinking of glasses—all dissolving into the swirling current. The scent of your favorite citrusy shampoo fills the air, invigorating your senses as you lather the suds into your hair.

In this tranquil moment, you think about Gojo, the way his presence lights up even the dullest of days, his carefree spirit a delightful contrast to your more serious demeanor. You smile again, the corners of your lips lifting as you imagine his gentle snores filling the silence.

With each rinse, you emerge from your shower revitalized, feeling fresh—not just in body, but in mind and heart. The day may have drained you, but the promise of shared laughter and cozy evenings with Gojo lies ahead. You step out of the shower, ready to embrace the warmth of home once more.

Stepping out of the bathroom, still steamy from the shower, you make your way to your room, the soft, plush carpet feeling heavenly under your bare feet. The door creaks open, revealing a sight that makes your heart skip a beat. There, sprawled comfortably on your bed, is Gojo, looking utterly relaxed and dangerously enticing. He’s stripped down to just his boxers, the fabric clinging to his form in all the right places, revealing the contours of his toned physique and the mischievous glint in his striking eyes as he catches your gaze.

A playful giggle escapes your lips, light and teasing, punctuating the air between you. "Damn, pet," you smirk, your voice laced with flirtation, "you really want to fuck me, huh?" The words hang in the air, dripping with mischief, as you take a step closer, emboldened by the magnetic pull of the moment.

You can see the way his lips curl into a sly smile, the confidence radiating from him like an electric current. He shifts slightly, his playful demeanor inviting you into the game. Your fingers, almost instinctively, form delicate claws as you trail them up the supple skin of his thigh, relishing the way he tenses slightly at your touch, a shiver running through him at the enticing sensation.

“Careful now,” he warns playfully, his tone both teasing and sultry, “you might awaken something wild.” His blue eyes glimmer with unspoken promises, and as you inch closer, the environment around you seems to crackle with anticipation.

You let your nails graze his upper thigh and feel the tension there, the thrill of the moment igniting sparks between you. The air grows thick with desire, and in that space, your laughter intertwines with his soft chuckles, creating an intimate symphony that fills the room. Everything else—your previous exhaustion, the weight of the day—melts away like the steam from the bathroom, leaving just the two of you and the thrilling possibility of what the night could hold.

“Maybe I like to keep you on your toes,” you tease back, a playful wink accompanying your words, your fingertips still lingering on his skin as you savor the electrifying connection.

With a sudden surge of confidence, you feel your dragonborn side awaken, a powerful presence simmering just beneath your skin. It spills forth, igniting a fierce longing within you as you step toward Gojo, your wings unfurling gracefully behind you with an iridescent shimmer. Their vast span casts shadows across the dimly lit room, an embodiment of your unyielding spirit and desire.

In one sweeping motion, you push him down against the soft bedding, your wings gently enveloping him, asserting your dominance in this playful game. His eyes widen in surprise, a mixture of awe and exhilaration flickering across his handsome features. His breath catches in his throat as you lean closer, the heat radiating between you intensifying.

"You did this, Gojo," you declare, your voice a sultry whisper, rich with a playful edge. "You wanted me, and here you got me." Your words carry a teasing challenge, each syllable dripping with a heady blend of confidence and desire. You revel in the moment, feeling empowered as you look down at him, an undeniable connection crackling in the air.

With a playful flick of your wrist, you peel away the towel that barely clings to your body, revealing your breasts, the softness of your skin glistening in the warm light. The fabric drops to the floor, a silent declaration of vulnerability wrapped in power. You take a moment to relish the exhilaration of exposing yourself, your dripping pussy glistening enticingly, and you see Gojo gulp, his usually composed demeanor slipping away momentarily.

“Damn,” he breathes, an uncharacteristic shyness overtaking him, but only for a second. The glint in his eye returns as he leans back into the plushness of the bed, fully aware of the scene unfolding. You can see him shift, grappling between his instinctive urge to take charge and the deeper thrill of surrender that he knows you’ve ignited within him.

It’s a shift that transforms the dynamic, and you savor the subtle power play. You lean in closer, your lips brushing against his ear, your breath warm as you murmur, “You love being my submissive little toy, don’t you?” The gentle teasing ignites something primal within him, and you feel the way his body responds, craving the thrill of your control.

In this passionate embrace, time seems to slow, and the world outside fades away. It’s just the two of you, surrounded by a cocoon of longing and playful seduction, ready to explore the wild side lurking within.

As excitement courses through you, you shift your focus, feeling an irresistible pull toward Gojo. Lowering yourself, you instinctively align your body with his, the warm musk of desire swirling around you. Your heart races in tandem with the intensity of the moment, and you savor every lingering sensation as you draw closer to him.

With a teasing gaze, you take him into your mouth, feeling the familiar stretch fill you as you savor his size, already accommodating the presence that has so often driven you wild. The initial hiss escapes your lips, a mix of pleasure and exhilaration reflecting the heat that spirals through your core. You can’t help but relish the sheer magnitude of him, your body instinctively anticipating the sensation.

As you take him deeper, the taste and feel of him ignite a hunger inside—a primal need that harmonizes with the dragonborn energy bubbling within you. It doesn’t take long before you’re lost in the rhythm, rolling your hips as you move in tandem, matching every thrust with your own undulating desire.

With each deliberate motion, the sounds fill the air—your soft moans of pleasure mingling with the breathy gasps escaping Gojo’s lips. You can feel the way he tenses, the way he fights against the overwhelming sensations as you tease and delight him, pushing him higher with every movement. His fingers tangle in your hair, urging you closer, and his voice, once playful, shifts to something deeper, more urgent.

“Ah, damn, just like that,” he groans, the words slipping from his mouth in a rush. You can feel the pulse in your own body matching the tempo, the heat rising as you drown in a whirlpool of pleasure.

You pull back for a moment, looking up at him with a playful spark in your eye, enjoying the sight of him completely lost in the moment, a soft sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” you tease softly, your voice dripping with seduction as your fingers trace along his thighs, still able to feel the effects of your touch.

But the whisper of your breath barely leaves your lips before you’re back to him, succumbing to the intoxicating rhythm, your body moving with a hungry eagerness. Each indulgent motion sends waves of satisfaction coursing through you both, and as he moans again, you know you’re losing yourselves—completely enraptured in the dance of mutual pleasure.

The chamber's ice-forged pillars weep diamond droplets around you both, their eternal frost recoiling from the heat of his spilled divinity. Your tail - obsidian scales catching firelight like a blacksmith's blade - tightens incrementally around his sac. Not enough to truly harm, only to make the hiss of his indrawn breath reverberate off centuries-old runes carved by dead gods.

"Dam-ah!-mn it, mas-mmf-ter-" Gojo's protest dies against his own forearm, teeth sinking into sun-gold flesh to muffle sounds he'd never admit to making. His cock weeps pearlescent precome onto your inner thigh, the contrast obscene - celestial ichor smearing over the mortal sweat of your humanoid form's skin.

You pause, savoring the way his abdominal muscles flutter like caged starlings. "Sensitive?" Your words vibrate through the tongue now lapping salt from his sternum. "Or simply..." A claw traces the forbidden seal above his heart - the one binding his Six Eyes to flesh. "...ashamed of how your body betrays you?"

His choked whimper tastes of winter apples and damask roses. You move.

The stretch burns like forging a new constellation - his cock splitting you wide as you sink onto him in one glacial descent. Your shared gasp coalesces into mist above, forming temporary runes that dissolve like sugar in tea. His hips stutter upward instinctively, met by your tail slamming them back into the crysteel altar.

"Nnh-! F-fuck, your cunt's eating me alive-" Gojo's blasphemous mouth spills heresies between panting laughs, sapphire eyes glassy with overstimulation. You watch, enthralled, as his irises fracture into mandala patterns - the visual proof of his unraveling.

Your claws find purchase in his hips, drawing ichor that sizzles against cold stone. "This vessel hungers," you growl, rolling your pelvis in the ancient rhythm that once birthed volcanoes. "Shall I let it devour you whole, little god?"

His answer comes in the form of nails raking down your spine - half-mortal, half-divine blood welling where he breaches skin. The altar cracks beneath you both as his release hits like supernova, molten gold flooding your womb as his scream shakes loose icicles from the vaulted ceiling.

When his thrashing stills, you lick the tears from his trembling lids. They taste of ambrosia and regret.

The chamber's ancient glyphs glow crimson as your hips piston downward, each impact scattering bioluminescent pollen from the sacred vines binding Gojo's wrists. His cock sheens with nectar meant for god-kings, now pooling where your cunnus milks him with primordial contractions. You feel the exact moment his worship turns feral - the way his sac draws up tight against your tail's constriction, vein-patterned thighs quaking like tectonic plates divorcing.

"G-goddess please-!" His sob fractures into three octaves, irises blooming into fractal lotus patterns only seen during celestial eclipses. Your claws carve devotional sigils into his pectorals as you grind deeper, ichor-slick and relentless.

The orgasm hits like collapsing star matter:

Your walls pulse in forgotten temple drum rhythms

His release floods molten electrum hot enough to melt moonstone

Twin screams shatter the obsidian mirrors lining the chamber

When vision returns, you find him arched in ruined splendor - tear tracks crystallizing into diamond rivulets across flushed cheeks. His spent cock twitches valiantly still sheathed within you, oversensitive nerve-endings firing like dying stars.

"Magnificent," you purr, thumb smearing their combined fluids across his panting mouth. "Now beg properly for your deity."

His tongue darts out instinctively, lapping at the offered digits. "All...all hail the cunt that cleaves worlds," he rasps, laughter and desperation warring in his ruined voice. "Mercy, my dark star. This vessel wasn't built to contain supernovas."

[vanillascentedperfume008]

Why Vanilla Scented Perfume is an Essential in Any Fragrance Wardrobe

Plenty of vanilla scented perfume can learn sugary candy, which could be headache-inducing for some people. If you have a tendency to remain distant from sweet gourmands, this could be the vanilla fragrance for you. With vanilla as a base layer, you get just a touch of sweet warmth. However, it's the minerality and freshness of the salt and floral notes that make this fragrance something I could put on daily.

But should you like a stronger vanilla scented perfume, dab somewhat Vaseline or Aquaphor on your wrists earlier than spritzing this on to offer the fragrance one thing to grip onto and enhance the longevity a lil bit. Inspired by decadent French pastries, this whisks our star note in with wealthy cocoa and zesty orange to create a spicy scent that replicates a elaborate orange chocolate dessert. “Love, Don’t Be Shy” encapsulates the essence of seduction and allure in a single scent. With a blend of orange blossom, marshmallow, and a touch of neroli, this perfume stays sensual and candy lengthy after it hits your skin. Lucky for you, we’re a very sweet bunch here at Well+Good.

Vetiver & Golden Vanilla Cologne Intense

You’d suppose this vanilla scented perfume would depart you smelling like an explosion of flowers because, well, that’s how it’s marketed. Sure, you get a contemporary orchid, freesia, jasmine, and rose scent, however what makes it attention-grabbing (and oh-so-yummy) are the subtle notes of candy vanilla and spicy patchouli. With this fragrance’s rich blend of amber, sandalwood, and vanilla, this scent is a luxurious symphony of sweetness and warmth that lives as a lot as its name—GOLD! It smells divine, deep, and earthy, not too flowery, just a lovely full-bodied scent,” says an IPSY reviewer. With Gold Expressive, luxury isn't just a word—it's a whole vibe.

As MC's former Art Director Brittany Holloway Brown places it, the mixture is a "match made in heaven." Adding cardamom, lavender, and sage provides it much more of a grounding really feel. Personally, I would discover vanilla scented perfume irresistible on a man, but I additionally love wearing it myself whenever I want a little one thing completely different. I even had somebody praise my perfume on the subway while wearing this, so it's going to all the time be a standout in my assortment.

When I spritzed this at my desk, five colleagues requested what I was wearing. Looking for vanilla scented perfume to add some warmth without any sugariness? Vanilla bean is paired with smoky tobacco and smooth rum, to create a heady scent that's oh-so cosy. Think of a whisky-based cocktail, like old fashioned or a Manhattan, in scent form – that's this. This providing from Kayali has hints of vanilla orchid and jasmine that give it a slightly floral edge, serving to to keep it from smelling like food-grade vanilla (IYKYK).

I find this one of many sexiest vanilla scents for date nights out or in, however I may also wear it on a weekday. There are so many vanilla perfumes to like on the market; narrowing it all the means down to which of them are the most effective or those to try first can feel overwhelming. Spray on this celestial hair fragrance and awaken your senses to a cosmic blend of jasmine, orange blossom, and vanilla. Infused with biotin and keratin, it nourishes your strands while leaving a path of strength, silkiness, and divine perfume. Since its inception in 1921, this iconic perfume has epitomized class and class.

It’s light and fruity, however there’s a clean creaminess to the bottom of it that makes it feel refined. I don’t know why it took me so long to buy a pattern of this perfume; I was drooling over the description for years. Notes include tobacco leaf, vanilla, tonka bean, cocoa, dry fruit accords, candy wooden sap, and ginger.

Most Long-lasting: Lush Vanillary

It's subtle and daring yet also actually comforting and acquainted, so it is very versatile in that regard. Vanilla scented perfume takes centre stage on the drydown, supported by cedar and musky notes. The ultimate result is a female scent paying homage to Hugo Boss Alive (reviewed next).

Cosmopolitan participates in various affiliate marketing programs, which means we might get paid commissions on editorially chosen products purchased via our hyperlinks to retailer websites. The very first thing you discover about Sumo Citrus is its size—it’s the most important number of mandarins. Its signature Top Knot®, a bump on top of the fruit that serves as an easier method to peel it. The skin practically lifts off, revealing plump, seedless segments that don’t go away your hands coated in juice and cussed pith.

Another bullseye for many who love a heady vanilla, Byredo's intense amber draws you in with plum and musk prime notes earlier than hitting you with smoky labdanum and white woods. The vanilla note is creamy and never too sweet, and the sillage just goes on and on. Keep scrolling for all one of the best vanilla perfumes, from spicy-sweet takes on vanilla, to contemporary and floral variations. Then I’ll help you decide the proper one for you if you’re still undecided.

Having lived in Los Angeles, California, and Austin, Texas, she has since relocated again to her residence state, Michigan. When she's not writing, researching, or testing magnificence merchandise, she's working by way of an ever-growing guide assortment or swimming in the Great Lakes. My high decide is Mugler Angel Elixir Eau de Parfum as a end result of it’s a well-balanced mix of vanilla, white florals and wooden that works for any season or event. A complex base of tonka bean, vanilla and wooden is incredibly seductive. Fresh and brilliant, the jasmine on the heart of the scent and a robust base of benzoin create depth and assist the extra fragile notes.

“This is my absolute favourite sort of perfume; the vanilla notes are very outstanding, and it total smells like an amazing dessert,” raves an Ipster. So, unleash your inside genius and let your true self shine with this irresistible fragrance. This scent is daring and irresistible, giving off a lingering impression of dark vanilla bean, sandalwood, sensual orchids, and spicy undertones.

If this were the one fragrance I could ever wear once more, I’d be fine with that! Prepare to be addicted to the comfortable scent of Tainted Love, a perfume that leaves a lasting impression and is bound to turn out to be a vital a half of your signature scent collection. In this guide, we’ve sniffed, spritzed, and sniffed once more (you’re welcome) to bring you the crème de la crème of vanilla perfumes. From smoky and seductive to heat and candy, these scents are assured to make you scent incredible—and possibly edible. If vanilla is in with other base notes, it is doubtless you won’t odor too vanillary.

Our vanities are stacked with the most recent and best in vanilla scents, and we’re eager to share our favorites with you. Find our favorites below, all tried and examined by Well+Good staffers. This fragrance is called after certainly one of Christian Dior's favorite desserts, the Diorama Gourmand (details of the actual pastry are a mystery as there are no true information of it).

Vanille Antique is the perfume equivalent of a dark bar, a stiff drink, and an excellent date. It’s sultry, and manages to drag off a heady mixture of vanilla, woods, and musk with out feeling too overpowering. New York City is a melange of plenty of pleasant and ugly smells. However, in Bond No. 9’s world, the town is a golden medley of dewy florals and vanilla. Dave is beautiful for a particular night time out but just nearly as good for a soothing night time in.

The Sol de Janeiro Cheirosa '62 scent "perfectly encapsulates the essence of joyful summer time days," Mary Honkus, a contributing beauty author, told Cosmo. Snag the Sol De Janeiro Bum Bum Cream , and you may be the yummiest-smelling person round. At first, I thought this was simply the corporate model of Warm Vanilla Sugar by Bath and Body Works, thanks to its warm brown sugar and amber notes. This scent has hints of vanilla orchid and jasmine that give it a slightly floral edge, helping to keep it from smelling like food-grade vanilla (IYKYK).

The notes have fruits and flowers, but it’s undeniably a vanilla fragrance. It lasts and lasts, and folks close to you may discover it, however it’s not going to settle into a cloud that fills an entire room. I’ve branched out since then, however there’s still a layer of sweetness and heat supplied by vanilla in the base notes in plenty of fragrances I wear. And I do revisit the vanillas, too, mainly in the fall and winter months.

On the opposite hand, if you want to really scent the vanilla, look for a fragrance with only some different notes within the mix. Also, hold an eye out for different types of the observe, like vanilla orchid or vanilla bourbon. Crafted with a blend of Madagascar vanilla, tonka bean, and heliotrope, “Pure Vanilla” creates a easy but luxe aroma that’s perfect for these who recognize a clean and uncomplicated perfume profile. The emphasis on natural elements makes it a superb alternative for those with sensitivities or a choice for eco-conscious merchandise, too.

While the double whammy of marshmallow and vanilla might sound like a recipe for olfactory tooth rot, this is as a substitute an opulent, enveloping, and really unmistakable scent. It should be no shock that it was as soon as Rihanna's signature eau. Reportedly, demand skyrocketed after Madame Guerlain wore the sensational fragrance on a transatlantic ocean liner, and not a modern vanity was Shalimar-free throughout a lot of the twentieth century. Of course no one can do a decadent, old-school vanilla like Tom Ford. This sumptuous scent conjures the smoking room in a non-public membership, the place whiskey is sipped out of crystal highball glasses in entrance of a roaring fire.

Brooke Knappenberger tests and names Tom Ford Tobacco Vanille as one of the best luxurious vanilla perfume. Brooke Knappenberger checks and names Kayali Vanilla 28 as the most effective total vanilla fragrance. Mugler’s Alien Goddess offers a decadent ambiance built around Madagascar vanilla. The aroma sweetens with the addition of jasmine and bergamot.

Despite its recognition, growing Sumo Citrus is no easy feat. It takes years of expertise to excellent, and California’s Central Valley is the one place in the United States where it’s grown. Even then, farmers face unpredictable weather challenges, which means every piece of fruit that makes it to the shop is a results of careful tending and endurance. Then, one day, my roommate came home from the store with an oversized citrus I didn’t recognize. She told me I needed to try a bit, whereas effortlessly peeling it in a single easy motion—no mess, no battle. I skeptically accepted a slice, wondering what the big deal was.

Vanilla can add a creamy depth to fragrances that makes them rather more wearable. Our favourite vanilla scents are attractive, straightforward to put on, and the source of countless compliments. Keep studying for the vanilla perfumes that ELLE editors and rave reviewers like to wear. Vanilla perfumes are most often regarded as gourmands (i.e., sweet perfumes that scent good enough to eat), however they can be floral, contemporary, tropical, clean—you name it. If you realize you hate a sickly-sweet scent but like the warmth of a vanilla note, opt for a vanilla perfume with a lot of recent citrus or bright florals in the opening notes.

The base notes of vanilla absolute and coffee absolute depart an irresistible, long-lasting impression. This scent is a bit earthier than other vanilla fragrances I’ve tested thanks to notes like saffron, cashmere wooden, and tulip. But it smells superb nonetheless and is my go-to for nights out when I wish to really feel flirty and confident.

When I first sprayed it on my pores and skin, it type of smelled like a bubblegum-flavored marshmallow—but once it dried, I received hints of spicy pink pepper, coriander, and musk that gave it some wealthy depth. I get an ever-so-slight whisper of the orange blossom, nevertheless it primarily just helps all of the candy goodness all through. And I knew I wished this fragrance to defy the stereotypes of a extra ordinary vanilla scent. It wanted to have depth and duality, which our perfumer Pascal Gaurin so beautifully achieved by combining Chantilly vanilla with tonka bean and cocoa shell. The prime notes of green mandarin, candy pear, and fig leaf create a sharp and refreshing opening.

The smell of vanilla can be simply known as some of the lovely, nice, and simply scrumptious smells in the world. In this information, I’ll tell you in regards to the eleven best vanilla perfumes for women, including superb designer and area of interest fragrances for each style. This perfume captures the essence of lush orchid-filled jungles and verdant fields of tall grass, evoking a way of journey. At its coronary heart lies the earthy richness of vetiver, its deep and grounding aroma enveloped in the warmth of vanilla bourbon.

Beth Gillette is the sweetness editor at Cosmopolitan, where she covers skincare, makeup, hair, nails, and extra across digital and print. Follow her on Instagram for makeup selfies and a brand new hair 'do every few months. This perfume makes folks go, "What are you wearing? You scent so good."

Guided by consultants, we spend hours trying into the components that matter, to convey you these alternatives. If you have to blind-buy one and can’t go pattern it at a vanilla scented perfume or have a sample despatched to you first, I suggest Dolce & Gabbana’s The One. It’s the most versatile and doesn’t have any uncommon love-it-or-hate-it notes like Black Orchid or Dirty Vanilla. This one is good, pretty, female, and will last endlessly on your garments. Some may discover it a bit too sharp (especially if vulnerable to migraines; I have to watch out when I wear it, however I can nonetheless enjoy it).

This is a sweet vanilla scented perfume, however not nauseatingly so; the notes work well collectively to create steadiness. I love all the Dior Poison scents, but the two I reach for probably the most are Hypnotic Poison and Pure Poison (not vanilla, but an attractive floral). I really feel like I’ve tried virtually all of them, so maybe my list of one of the best might help you find your start line.

[litchiteany]

Cycle of Souls

In the vast tapestry of time, souls unfurl,

Fractured shards within the cosmic swirl,

From critters small to towering trees,

In whispers of breeze, our essence frees.

As humans fall, our essence scatters wide,

In cosmic choreography, we cease to hide,

Phantoms in the sky, we soar and glide,

In luminous orbs, our spirits collide.

Among the clouds, where sorrows softly weep,

As tears of heavens, our secrets they keep,

Nourishing the earth, with love so deep,

In fruits and flowers, our essence seeps.

Energy eternal, within life reside,

Ever shifting in celestial tides,

Fireflies flicker, perfume of in jasmine bloom,

In sentient forms, our souls resume.

Though forms may change, our essence prevails,

In every being, our spirit hails,

For energy, is neither created nor destroyed,

In life's grand cycle, we're forever employed.

JI

04-11-24

[author-of-all-sins]

My girl on the moon..

In the stillness of night's embrace, My mind takes flight to distant space. A solitary wanderer, I seek, A face elusive, a dream unique.

With closed eyes, I delve within, Memories stir, where to begin? A fleeting encounter, a touch so near, Yet vanished like whispers in the air.

Yearning fills the silent night, For the girl who shines in lunar light. Unknown origin, yet deeply felt, In her essence, mysteries dwelt.

She dances amidst celestial gloom, A vision rare, a lunar bloom. Amidst the stars, she finds her tune, My ethereal girl on the moon.

Night descends once more, unchanged, Yet hope within me remains unstrained. For in the darkness, a glimmer shines bright, Guiding me towards her, my heart's delight.

Amidst uncertainty, doubts may loom, But I'll chase the shadow of her perfume. For in the vast expanse, beyond the gloom, Lies my cherished girl on the moon.

[auburniivenus]

❛  we’ll see where the night will take us.  ❜

In   an   epoch   of   strife,   plagued   with   clangorous   discord   and   essence-draining   frays,   one's   burden   morphs   into   sacred   jubilation   as   victory   dawns,   obliterating   the   malignant   tendrils   of   umbrage.   It’s   in   such   halcyon   moments   that   a   symposium   bathes   in   affable   conviviality,   buoyed   by   the   spirit's   ascendant   flight,   while   plenitude   reigns   and   scarcity   is   exiled   to   mere   memorie.   In   harmony   lies   she,   momentarily   captivated   by   the   siren's   susurrus   erupting   from   the   adjacent   cascade,   a   sound   ordained   by   aeons.   With   an   elegance   eschewing   mundane   fatigue,   she   divests   herself   of   her   habiliments   with   a   felicity   that   rivals   the   muses.   Her   apparel,   a   cascade   mimic,   finds   repose   upon   terra   firma.   Oblations   unto   the   divine,   her   hands   caress   each   garment   into   submission   before   setting   it   as   an   offering   upon   an   altar   of   stone,   while   she   herself   succumbs   to   the   crystalline   grasp,   an   aqueous   cosmos   unadulterated   by   basal   touch.   Therein   she   becomes   silhouette   and   sylph,   swimming   and   seraphic,   aquiver   in   purificatory   solace   that   strips   from   her   the   very   echoes   of   bellicosity.

Amidst   the   fluidic   dance,   her   vision   alights   upon   a   celestial   metamorphosis.   This   frieze   of   turquoises   manifesting   into   twilight-born   purples   and   emerald   greens   could   be   Gale’s   work.   Healer   remains   beneath   temporal   torrents;   such   grandeur   could   emanate   only   from   his   arcane   dalliance.   Emergent   from   her   baptismal   resurrection,   she   dons   her   attire   once   more,   embarking   upon   a   pilgrimage   toward   his   presence.   Auburn   locks   caressed   by aqueous   fingers   stream   as   celestial   trails   with   jasmine   whispers   interloping   with   nocturnal   earth-musk.

At   destination   met   by   fortune   or   fate   aligned,   they   commune   beneath   the   aurora. "Beneath   this   prodigious   firmament,   we   unite   again."   Her   utterance   perfumes   the   air   with   joy's   essence,   while   her   countenance   reflects   rhapsodic   splendor   at   Gale's   articulation.   "Let   us   partake   in   exploration   unfettered."   Breathed   forth   barely   audible.   “You   live,   thus,   all   is   within   the   realm   of   possibility.”   Against   Gale's   figure,   she   leans,   uniting   them   in   tranquil   symbiosis   beneath   star-wrought   tapestry.

@altaqua

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[balitangrelasyon]

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[dzmoot]

During their travels throughout the universe, the Tuuns visited the Mall of the Universe, the supposed biggest shopping center anywhere. There were over 5,001 shops within the mall, all tending to the needs and wants of the countless alien races that span the universe. Of course, our Tuuns made it a priority to visit as many of these shops as possible.

Siobhan entered the store FOREVER 3,021, believing it to be a clothing store of sorts. In reality, it was a shop where purple Plito aliens get wrapped and fitted in their sarcophaguses for their eventual mummification.

The most famous clothing store in the mall is ET FITZ where various lines of clothes are sold for aliens with several limbs, no limbs, tails, spider legs and other otherworldly body types.

Hampire was quick to flap his way to the store BATH AND BODY POTIONS and got his green mitts on some vanishing cream, hoping it would make him invisible. Unfortunately, he was caught by the shopkeeper and thrown out, but not before taking a drink from a perfume bottle that said ESSENCE OF COSMIC WILDEBEEST.

Zappy and Yam Yam spent most of their time at the mall at the LASEREYE SHOOTING ARENA. The two wore special visors and fired red beams at weird aliens with what appeared to be targets all over their bodies.

Siobhan was disappointed at Forever 3,021 and to make up for it, Kruonch let her pick out one toy at the famous alien toy store, UFO Schwarz! I think he's starting to have second thoughts! That Little Orphan Alien sure is creepy!

Zappy, Siobhan and Yam Yam took part in a SLURP-A-THON where they sucked the slushy inners of a group of martians called the Slurpaliens for a grand prize. The preservatives inside the slushies made each one of them turn a different color. The Slurpaliens enjoyed it though!

Before they left, the Tuuns learned that the Mall of the Universe was an actual living creature, a massive celestial being with several alien creatures lurking inside it. When they told the Mall that they were leaving, the giant red horned head spit out a plethora of coupons, ensuring that they could stick around a little longer and go on a shopping spree!

[rutunewtt]

Discover the Exquisite Essence of Jannat Ul Firdaus Attar – A Fragrance from Paradise

Fragrances have always played a significant role in human culture, symbolizing beauty, spirituality, and personal expression. Among the myriad of scents available today, Jannat Ul Firdaus Attar stands out as an exquisite essence that truly captures the essence of paradise. This attar, with its enchanting aroma and deep cultural roots, offers a sensory journey that is both captivating and memorable.

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Jannat Ul Firdaus: The Fragrance of Paradise

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Cultural and Spiritual Significance

In many cultures, particularly in the Islamic tradition, fragrances hold spiritual significance. Jannat Ul Firdaus Attar is often associated with purity, divinity, and a connection to the divine. It is commonly used during religious rituals, meditation, and personal prayer as it is believed to elevate the spiritual experience and create a serene atmosphere.

The Art of Application

Applying attar is an art in itself. Unlike alcohol-based perfumes, attars are highly concentrated and require only a small amount to be effective. A single drop applied to the pulse points, such as the wrists, behind the ears, or on the neck, is enough to release its captivating aroma. The warmth of the skin helps to diffuse the fragrance, allowing it to evolve over time and reveal its intricate layers.

Natural and Sustainable

One of the most appealing aspects of Jannat Ul Firdaus Attar is its natural and sustainable production. Unlike synthetic perfumes, which often contain harmful chemicals, attars are made using traditional methods that involve steam distillation and hydro-distillation of flowers, herbs, and other botanical ingredients. This process not only preserves the purity of the fragrance but also supports sustainable practices that are gentle on the environment.

Conclusion

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ARCHANGEL SAMAEL Ruler of the Fifth Heaven - The Mathey, the Grigoris' Prison The Guardian Angel of Esau and Patron Angel of the Roman EmpireSAMAEL: סםאל Aliases/Nicknames: Known on Earth as SAMAEL JÄGER CHAIKIN (He chooses Hebrew/Italian middle and surnames - Jager means The Hunter - and Chaikin ironically means Life. He is Samael, the hunter of life) "Uncle Sammy" Species: Archangel Is your character immortal? Yes Age: Timeless - Born of a Tuesday - Earth alias celebrates on March 9th, 1976 - Appears as a 38 year old male FC: Viggo Mortensen Residence/s: Heaven, The Mathey, State Forests, homeless shelters. Occupation: Samael stays "off the grid" with no commercial job or career, lives off the land when he takes to human form. Alignment: Pure Good (but often mistaken for evil)

Appearance: And I saw heaven opened, and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war. His eyes were as a flame of fire, and on his head were many crowns; and he had a name written, that no man knew, but he himself. And he was clothed with a vesture dipped in blood: and his name is called The Word of God. And the armies which were in heaven followed him upon white horses, clothed in fine linen, white and clean. And out of his mouth goeth a sharp sword, that with it he should smite the nations: and he shall rule them with a rod of iron: and he treadeth the winepress of the fierceness and wrath of Almighty God. And he hath on his vesture and on his thigh a name written, KING OF KINGS, AND LORD OF LORDS. - Revelation 19

Powers/Weaknesses: Samael is Mars and Ares. They are the same force and they wage war against the ego. He wages this war on God's behalf and never for selfish gain. Never will indiscriminate punishment pass him, all his doings have permission from God and for the good of all. He is the will of God. He has at his command, gifted to him, by god, armies of celestial spirits loyal to God's good name.

He can call forth holy weaponry. His most used is the Scythe of Passing which shears through the soul to separate spirit from body so that they can pass on to the next plane. His favored is a trusty sword he uses in hand to hand combat, battling with a magic blade of the strongest metal. It's a magic sword and each side of the blade hold a different power. One side can kill, the other heal.

He is often seen with fire behind the sockets instead of eyes. He is the source that ignites flame and controls elements.He is the ruler of the solstice, and the west wind. Samael is a magical being, an active source of occult powers like amulets. He also has a kinship with the serpent and speaks it's tongue.

Samael is also inherent truth, and was given the power of the Tree of Knowledge. He is essence. He can with a breath leave knowledge, esoteric real knowledge, not just acquired learning, but things earthly spirits can't know without belief or faith. This is known as the "perfume of God" and catching it's scent and taking it into your system becoming one with it. This experience can cause great shock to the soul due to intensity and can poison and terrify the ego depending on the life you've lived or it can illuminate the soul into greatness.

He is the embodiment of physical courage and overcoming enemies. Any plans related to war and masculine energy is his vibration. He is the power behind endurance and competition. He governs ritual, military organization, physical strength, surgery, revenge, political aggression, sports, male sexuality, courage, protection, help in overthrowing enemies, aggression, ambition, arguments, conflict, destruction, energy, goals, strife, struggle, upheaval, and victory.

The Archangel Samael has gone by many faces, many names, and many stories of dark and light. This causes many to believe he is evil, even call him a demon, but not just a demon, thought of as Azazel and even Satan himself takes Samael's name. It's a burden he will probably bear for as long as time transcends. His strength in God's love and trust in his intentions are never questioned and can handle the misinterpreted personal attacks on his reputation. But, as written in the Zohar, "There is Samael and there is Samael, and they are not all the same." He is known as the destroyer and the punisher. When God needs to send a heavenly force to pass judgement or punishment, it is Samael he sends. Samael is one of the "angels of judgment" and works closely with Micheal as prosecutor and defender before God's dwelling.

Samael was there riding the serpent that tempted Eve. Satan and Samael are often thought to be one and the same but they are wrong. The texts of Deuteronomy distinguish them as separate. He was there to bear witness for further prosecution, often invisibly by Satan's side. He was there as part of the force of the first passing over of truth from the tree of knowledge, good and evil, and a god of war against the ego this would open for human kind. He's been there from the beginning of all humanity's toils. He's there near many of the demons when they take to the earthly plain in the outer realm bearing witness to all.

Was he the Samael that became companions with Lilith? Yes he was. Samael was there when the serpent led Adam and Eve to sexual awakening. But, Lilith was the first female made from the dirt by God's hands, Adam's first wife. But she fled the garden and God sent three angels to fetch her. Samael was one of them. When they caught up with Lilith she refused to come back because she felt that God only created her to afflict babies with fatal disease up until their eighth day for males and twelve for females. She rejected the inequality. The angels wouldn't leave her until she swore on God's good name that whenever she saw an amulet that bore their essence or had their protection she would not possess it, for they could not bring her back as God ordered. Then they left her. That is, all but Samael, who eventually took her as a wife. This was what led to Samael losing 6 of his twelve wings. He never was a fallen angel, he took her as a wife and that is acceptable by God under intent. This angel that represents male sexuality, it wasn't lust he sought. He had been mated to Eisheth Zenunim, Na'amah, and Agrat Bat Mahlat, but it was Lilith he took as a bride. He cared. But, in his caring he defied God's original orders and this would be the first, last, and only time he would ever cross him. God tore the wings from his back leaving but bloody stumps that eventually healed over. He felt God's wrath and love during that same moment. For this was also when Samael was given the key to the Tree of Knowledge opening Samael up to all the esoteric inherent knowledge so that he could have understanding of all things. It only made his loyalty stronger. It made him understand his placement and the role he's needed for and why it had to be him. God allowed him wisdom in that truth and Samael returned to Heaven. There is much lore that leads people to believe Samael and Lilith are one entity, two sides of one being, living in one body, but this isn't so. It was this incident that eventually led God to give Samael the duty of over-seeing the Mathey, the Fifth Heaven. He would oversee the Grigoris' Prison, for he could have easily been one had he stayed the path, for he knew the world of the flesh that not all angels had experience with yet at that time. He was forgiven and the lord was merciful and presented him with new duty and wisdom and trust, born again.

Forgiveness wasn't just a word or a concept. He felt the massive power forgiveness could be and in this has always kept a soft spot for Zadkiel, the Archangel of Forgiveness. He was the Lord's high representative on the matter and knew it was this that kept him in the Lord's loving hands. He would look to Zadkiel with wonder from then on and keep with him in his heart the truth of this power. The pair work closely quite often as Death and Forgiveness. For it when one is on their deathbed that many finally seek in prayer to repent their sins. Samael stays his hand as Zadkiel is there beside him waiting for the prayer's confessions and for Zadkiel to bless these souls with God's forgiveness if it's truly in their hearts. That's when Samael will swipe the spirit from body letting them pass over.

Samael has a way of being distant with others even when present and speaking directly to someone. His heart has not been hardened by his grave duties to God and his will is good, but there is a heavy seriousness to him whether in angelic or earthly forms. When he does let his hair down and tips a smile indulging in his passion for life he can seem a little awkward to the modern age. He's kept to living off the land and as huntsman of the forest he's not as attuned to modern conveniences. But passion for life is exactly what makes his job a heavy cross to bear. He may know the soul goes on and it's all part of the circle of God's plan. But, he sees the aftermath his strikes leave behind for the living to contend with. He even knows this holds it's own purpose and still he watches the suffering he brings. The cycle is viscous and never ceasing, but his will is strong. He loves with all his heart and can't help but smile when he watches his heavenly brethren indulge in the earthly gifts like decadent foods or other luxuries. Living completely off the land he tries to convince that this is all anyone needs, but about the time Zadkiel is waving fast food or take-out in his face he's the one who's mouth is watering and trying to sneak bites when people aren't looking, only to laugh when he gets caught. His Archangel brethren are his closed kin and has the tightest bond with. It's usually one of them, if not someone anyway that has to remind Samael to put his feet up and just relax to take some time for himself. Tunnel vision of the mind, especially when focused on death, usually isn't the best place to linger.

He's sentimental and soft inside despite the hard exterior of a soldier ready for battle at any given moment. Even the slightest kind gestures are held in his heart everlasting. He has a tendency to crack jokes that may take a moment for other's to get and are possibly so out of date it's a wonder he can blend in with society at all. He gets very excited when he does try new things and can give the feel of a big kid trying something new. He has that appeal of the big burly guy that acts sweet, but it comes and goes as the spirit of Mars and embodiment of all things masculine. He's competitive with Olympic spirit and ready to create games to unite people with for sport. If someone says rock. He'll be the one jumping up and saying let's see who can throw it the furthest, or hardest. He has an uncanny way of turning even the smallest things into sport to rally team spirit and encourage competitive play.

He governs ritual and in that will never be seen eating without prayer first. Traditions of all kinds are strictly kept. But also related to this magic, ceremony, cleansing the mind, meditations, and mantras he'll chant to himself every morning upon waking.

He's very independent, analytical, and determined individual. He values structure and is a long range thinker and will do whatever is needed to turn idea sparks into solid plans of action. He's mentally quick and able to see possibilities in almost anything, seeing beauty in the dark, but finds ways to see the light through it.He values competence, and has little patience with inefficiency.

Planet: Mars Station: Archangel and Teaching Angel Rules: The Fifth Heaven, Machon, The Mathey, Grigoris' Prison Metal: Bronze, Iron, and Brass Day: Tuesday Gems: Bloodstone, Diamond, Garnet, Jasper, Ruby and Topaz Candle Colour: Red Symbol: Five Pointed Star Tarot: The Tower Struck by Lightening XVI Magical Note: G Insect: Scorpion, All stinging insects except Bees Animals: Rams, Sheep, Horse, Bear, Wolf Composition: Red ink with white paper (uses his magical ink) Astrological: Aries and Scorpio Trees: Acacia, Horse Chestnut, Hawthorn, Holly, Mistletoe, Monkey Puzzle Rowan, Tree and Thorn. Flowers/Herbs: Belladonna, Cardamom, Daisy, Devil's Claw Root, Nettle, Poppy, Plantain, Red Rose, Rue, Thistle, Thyme, Wormwood, Wild Rose and Woodbine Numbers of Mars: 5, 25, 65, 325. Elemental: Fire and Water Armor: Breastplate is bronze engraved with a pentagram Annointing Oil: Base Oil: Mineral Oil - Dragons Blood, Rue, Peppercorns, Basil, Corianderand Ginger. Talismanic Incense: Wormwood, Black Peppercorns, Dragon's Blood and Rue Essential Oil: Citronella Magical Ink: Lampblack (soot), Waters (Spring), Dragon's Blood, and Gum Arabic Perfume Ingredients: Hellebore, Patchouli, Carnation, Asafetida, Basil, Calamus, Caper, Cardamom, Catmint, Coriander, Dragon's Blood, Garlic, Ginger, Hyacinth, Myrrh, Opoponax, Onion, Pepper, Turmeric, Wormwood, Sulphur and Lodestone

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