#Fresh breath from cardamom

[the-kr8tor]

Can I please have Cardamom and ❣️??

So basically Hobie brown and reader are spider people, and they haven’t seen each other for like a looot of time. So then, Hobie decides to sneak in and he’s just so smitten by reader that he’s just a lovesick puppy for her

So yeah, thank you!!!

Thank you for requesting! I was giggling while writing this lol

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw injury, established relationship, spider person! Reader, lovestruck! Hobie. Fluff

Katy's one year celebration 🎉

When Hobie heard through the grapevine full of gossiping spider people that you've finally come back after a month-long mission in a dimension where the only difference is that garlic didn't exist, he half sprinted all the way from the other side of the society towards the infirmary. He can already sense your presence through the door as he practically rips it from its hinges.

With the back of the door banging on the wall, doctor spider groans audibly, eyes rolling when he hears Hobie's roaring voice echo throughout the busy clinic as he calls for you.

“Your lover boy's here.” Doctor spider says monotonously while he rips away the bp machine from your arm before you launch yourself at Hobie. “Doesn't he know that he's not allowed inside yet?”

“Hobs!” You sit up, ignoring a certain doctor. Clutching your side but despite the throbbing ache, you make grabby hands at the very happy Spider-Man bounding towards you.

“Love!” He weaves around fellow spider people expertly, dodging their hands, and their yells telling him that he's not allowed inside the busy clinic just yet. His eyes are glued on you while you sit on the cot; warm hands already upon his own the second he reaches you. “Fuckin' ‘ell, who did this to you?” His smile falters as he sees the various gashes on you, some are still fresh and angry on your precious skin.

“I'm fine,” you flex your battered fingers around his palm, thumbs rubbing along his life line. “Nothing I can't handle.”

He tips your face to the side gently with his index, wincing when he sees stitches just below your ear. “What happened ‘ere?”

“Got too close to Doc's arms. Don't worry, he looks way worse than I do.” You take his wrist, flipping and placing it atop your thigh while you flip away at the hem of his glove to massage along his tensed muscle. His concerned eyes continue to scan you for injuries, frown deepening with every bandage and bruise. Sighing, you reach for his cheeks, poking each of them playfully. “Hobie, I'm good, and I'm home in one piece. C’mon, you must have stories to tell that I've missed while I was gone.”

His soft smile returns, arms reaching for your waist, rhythmically tapping your hip carefully; a nervous tick of his. With a chuckle, you let him in your space, half hugging you as he rests in the middle of your legs, back half bent, and forehead pressed atop your shoulder as he breaths you in. Soot and all.

“We found out that Gwen's allergic to peanuts in the worst way.” He finally says after a moment of languishing in your presence.

“Oh shit, is she okay?” Rubbing his back, you can see that doctor spider has had enough from Hobie's ‘intrusion’, he walks towards you, clipboard and stethoscope in hand. You wonder if he's about to use it as a weapon.

“Yeah—” he senses the doctor stalking behind him. Before he could get a word in and kick Hobie out, in one swift movement, Hobie pulls the curtains closed around your cot. “Where were we?” You can hear the disgruntled doctor huffing behind the curtains.

Chuckling, you cradle his face in your hands, thumb ghosting over his lip piercing. “I think we were about to be on doctor spider's shit list because you were about to ask me to come home with you.” You smugly say with a scrunch of your nose.

Hobie grins lopsidedly, lips reaching for the pads of your thumb to press a quick kiss on it. God, you've missed that. You missed him. “I didn't know you were clairvoyant, lovie.” He lifts you up carefully, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he carries you at his front. His arms are tucked around you, careful of your injuries. “I've been growin’ garlic for you in the garden.”

You sigh longingly, eyes focused on him and not the angry Miguel silhouette behind the curtains. “I love you.”

“You're about to love me more.”

With a peck just below your jaw, Hobie opens the portal to home and jumps in before Miguel could even finish yelling his name.

[kirain]

Rook shaving Emmrich's mustache for him?

I also threw in some spice and hurt/comfort.

The water ran cold as Emmrich splashed it over his face, the biting chill pulling him from the mire of his thoughts. With slightly trembling fingers, he wiped a thin layer of shaving cream over his jaw, then paused to glance at his reflection. Even after a bath, he looked unkempt and hollow. His beard had grown in, scraggly and uneven, eclipsing his once distinctive moustache; his hair, usually gelled and neatly combed, hung limp and disheveled over his forehead; and the dark circles under his eyes hadn't yet faded.

This was not the man Vae had fallen in love with. This was a man undone.

His stomach churned as he recalled the exact moment she disappeared into the Fade, the soundless, heart-wrenching void that followed still haunting him. Now that she was back, alive and safe, it should have been enough, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he'd failed her. That he'd been powerless when it mattered most.

"She deserves better than this," he muttered to himself, gripping the razor tightly.

As the blade slid down his cheek, pleasant memories flashed in his head—Vae's laughter, the way her eyes lit up when she saw him, the warmth of her hand in his. Then, the memories shifted: the sight of her being dragged into the unknown, her voice calling out his name before it was swallowed by silence, the paralysing confusion and helplessness.

Days turned into weeks as he threw himself into forging a new lyrium dagger—a desperate, sleepless pursuit to cut through the Veil and bring her home. Every failed attempt threatened to snap his sanity, his workshop cluttered with half-forged blades and inferior enchantments. He pushed himself to the brink, hoping, praying he could succeed. But with each passing night, lying awake and staring at the ceiling, the fear crept deeper.

She was gone, and she was never coming back. He would never see her again.

She was dead.

Suddenly, a sharp sting pulled him from his stupor, the razor clattering to the sink. A mistake he hadn't made since he was a teenager—he'd nicked his cheek. Blood welled along the fresh cut, a dark contrast to the pale cream still smeared across his face; a vivid reminder of his carelessness.

"Emmrich?"

Her voice. Soft and steady, like a balm to his frayed nerves. He turned to see Vae standing in the doorway, her expression a mixture of shock and concern. Yet, she looked radiant as ever, her presence filling the room like sunlight after a devastating storm.

"Vae..." He tried to hide the cut with his hand, but she was already walking towards him.

"Let me see," she said, gently pulling his hand away. Her fingers brushed his cheek, tender and sure, as she inspected the wound. "Never seen you do that," she teased, though her worry remained.

"It's nothing," he muttered.

"It's bleeding." Quickly, she pressed a clean cloth to the cut, her movements firm but delicate. "Emmrich, what's wrong? You haven't been yourself since we got back."

His resolve crumbled under her gaze, a quiet whimper escaping. "My love, I didn't handle your disappearance well," he admitted, his breath catching. "I thought I'd lost you, and I'm... scared I'll lose you again."

Vae's frown curved into a small, understanding smile. "Sit," she said, grabbing the razor from the sink.

Emmrich cast her a curious glance, but he obliged, sitting on the edge of the tub. The scent of his santal and black cardamom soap still lingered in the air, drawing a soft, approving hum from Vae as she straddled his lap. The intimacy was sudden, but welcome as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. As their bodies joined, her legs dangling behind him, she caught his chin between her fingers and tilted his head.

"No one can know the future," she said, her tone condoling. Slowly, she brought the razor to his face, her touch feather-light as she dragged the blade over his skin. "I'll never leave you on purpose. You know that. But if something does happen... you can't fall apart like this. Please, Emmrich. You need to take care of yourself."

"I know." He closed his eyes as she carefully scraped away the stubble, the act feeling more like a soothing caress than a chore. "I just can't bear the thought of living without you, my love."

Vae paused before placing her hand over his heart, willing him to look at her. When their eyes met she whispered, "I'll always be with you, Emmrich. And you'll always be with me. But one day..."

She trailed off, if only to spare his feelings, but Emmrich finished the words she wouldn't say. "One day... one of us won't be coming back from the Fade."

The thought made his chest ache, but he knew he had to accept it, and that he had to live on in spite of it. Yet, he couldn't shake the suffocating stab of panic, the vignette that circled his vision, the debilitating loneliness.

One day she would be gone—her voice, her touch, her; a fleeting moment in time, reduced to a memory. Or one day he would be gone, missing out on every laugh, on every smile, on every aspect of her life, unable to share it.

"That's why we have to cherish every moment we have together," Vae said, as if reading his mind.

The sentiment eased his tension, her thumb tracing the crease between his ribs. Though his throat remained tight, his breathing relaxed, the sensation relentlessly euphoric. She always knew exactly how to touch him, exactly what to say.

"Vae..."

"Hold still."

With a knowing smirk, she finished her task, gliding the razor over his skin with perfect precision. The moustache was trickier, more complex, but she managed, molding it the way he liked it.

Once finished, she grabbed a nearby towel, ran it under the tap, and wiped away the remnants of cream, exposing his freshly shaven face.

"There's my handsome man," she said, cupping his bare cheeks. "Not that you looked bad with a beard."

"I looked ridiculous," he chuckled, the sound tinged with both affection and relief. Then he reached up, gingerly tucking her hair behind her ear. "I love you, Vae."

"I love you, too." She leaned in, and their lips met in a passionate kiss, one so hungry she nearly knocked him back into the tub. "Take a bath with me?" she breathed, her pulse racing.

"But I already—" He smiled, reaching for her sash. "As you say."

For the first time in weeks, Emmrich felt whole again, the weight of his fear melting away in her embrace.

[lou-struck]

Spooky Spikes

Kotaro Bokuto x reader

Flufftober Day 3- Halloween Practice

~Bokuto is excited for you to come to his Halloween volleyball practice so he can show off the costume you gave him.

Warnings: Bare butt cheeks (No Smut I promise very SFW), Bokuto is taller and has a bigger butt than the reader, Cursing.

There’s something about the fall that makes your little kitchen coffee corner feel just a bit cozier. The warm scents of cinnamon, cloves, and cardamom fill your nose as you brew yourself a steaming cup of chai tea. The ceramic mug is warm in your hand as you grip the pumpkin-shaped handle. Carefully walking it over to the sun-soaked kitchen table, the large window giving you the perfect view of your neighbor’s old apple tree. The leaves are just beginning to change from deep green to a crisp yellow around the slightly pathetic-looking fruits.

You raise the cup to your lips, letting your eyes flutter shut as you breathe in what can only be described as ‘Liquid Autumn.’ Blowing slightly on the wisps of steam to take your first sip. You hear a loud thudding sound coming from down the hall and pause. 

Usually, you would be concerned and follow the noise, but you live with your lovingly klutzy boyfriend Kotaro Bokuto. The Volleyball player has never been the quietest in the morning when he is getting ready for morning practice.

“Babeeee, I need help.” his boisterous voice calls from behind you, the sound causing you to jolt as a bit of your tea splatters over the lip of the cup, down your hand, and onto the previously clean tabletop.

“Kou, what do you need ~” You turn your head mid-sentence and lose your train of thought when you see the tall form of your boyfriend. But instead of his defined muscles and owlish two-toned hair, all you see is a long white sheet draped over him; the only thing you are able to see of him behind the sheet is bare feet that poke out from .” What the hell are you wearing?” 

“Boo!” he yells, too elated to answer your question, the happy yet slightly muffled sounds bouncing off the walls and throwing his sheet-covered arms up into the air. “Did I scare ya? I can’t see very well in this thing, so you’ll have to tell me what you think of my costume.”

Oh, right. Today is the MSBY Jackals’ annual Halloween practice. It’s just like any other practice, but the players get to wear some costumes as they play. Judging by your lovable boyfriend’s costume, he has forgotten that he actually needs to be able to play in his costume.

“Are you going as a ghost?” You ask, gently pulling up the sheet to reveal his thick gray eyebrows, pinkish cheeks, and ruffled two-toned hair. It must be pretty hot under there.

“Yeah, pretty iconic, don’t you think?” he winks, leaning in to give you a minty fresh kiss. “It’s a bit hard to see, though. Can you help me make some eye holes?” he asks, reaching a muscled arm just past you over to the knife block. Your stomach drops at the continuation he is making when he grabs your well-loved kitchen scissors.

“Babe, these are our good sheets.” you giggle, gently prying the kitchen scissors from his much larger hands. “We can’t just cut holes into them. And you are definitely not going to be able to play volleyball in that thing. You can’t even lift your arms to Spike.”

His features fall in the most heartbreaking way as he looks down at the linen sheet, mourning the loss of his Halloween costume idea. “But that was my big plan. I thought of it the other day when one of the trainers said that my spikes were scary.” His golden gaze drifts to the glowing green numbers on the stovetop. “Shoot, Practice starts in an hour and I don’t have another costume. What do I do?”

You place a comforting hand on his bicep and give him a reassuring smile. “We still have time to think of something for you, what did you wear last year? I don’t remember you telling me.” 

“I-I can’t tell you that,” he says quickly, his large hand coming up to hide the rapidly spreading blush on his cheeks; it’s too embarrassing to talk about.”

“But not embarrassing enough to not wear it to the gym surrounded by at least twenty people?” 

He still shakes his head adamantly. “I don’t have that costume anymore, we gotta think of something else.”

You furrow your brow in thought, 

“Wait, come with me; I think I have an idea.” You smile, grabbing his hand and pulling him down the hallway eagerly. The still pristine bedsheet flows behind the two of you. 

In the back of your closet lies a clear plastic tub filled with old costumes and pieces from years past. You dig through the animal masks and wizard robes until you find what you are looking for. Your old Skeleton costume consists of an oversized black t-shirt and a pair of leggings; a realistic skeletal system print covers the entire thing. 

“Would these work?” you ask, holding up the pieces for him to take. The costume was baggy on you, but the stretchy material means that it most likely could fit your much taller, much more beefy boyfriend. 

His eyes light up when he sees the costume, and nods eagerly. “This will be great. I can actually play in these. He picks you up easily and spins you around the cramped closet space. “You’re so amazing Y/n. Where would I be without you?”

“ single and costumeless.” You giggle, returning his bear hug with as much strength as you can muster. “Wait, hang on,” you place your hands on his shoulders as you are hit with your second moment of brilliance that morning. “I think I have some face paint underneath the sink.”

~

After buying you a fresh tea to replace the one you hadn’t gotten to enjoy earlier, Kotaro insisted on dragging you to practice with him so you can see just how awesome his costume looks in comparison to his other teammates.

As the nosy little thing you are, it didn’t take much persuading to come with him. The scent of icy hot reaches your nose as the two of you pass the athletic training room where a few players are getting taped for today’s session. 

“Are you sure you don’t wanna wear your shorts over the leggings? “You ask, noticing just how tight the leggings are on his muscled bottom.

“No, I don’t need it,” he says, looking down and giving his butt a playful little smack. “It would ruin the vibe of my Amazing costume.”

“I can’t argue with that,” you giggle as he dances towards the sound of volleyball. He certainly is the happiest volleyball-playing skeleton you’ve ever seen. 

“Okay, babe, wish me luck.” Kotaro grins, stopping just outside the gymnasium doors, leaning in towards you with his now skeletal-painted lips puckered. 

You place your hand on his chest and push him back lightly, “Wait, you don’t want to mess up your face paint. You say quickly, noticing the puppy dog eyes he is giving you. 

“I don’t care about that if it means I don’t get a kiss,” he says with a pout, crossing his arms in usual Bokuto fashion. He is already leaning in for your kiss. He knows just how effective his pouty face is on you.

“Good luck,” you smile, leaning in on your tiptoes to give him a kiss. 

He is so happy he practically skips into the gym, pushing open the doors and waving to you one more time before he goes to work.

Now alone, you turn away from the sound of squeaking shoes and spikes to walk up the steps to the upper bleachers, where certain spectators are allowed to watch without distracting the players.

You are now looking over the whole court and see the dozens of players scattered around as practice begins. Costume-wise, it looks like the majority of the players are wearing masks of some sort, making it hard to tell who is who. But eventually, you do see familiar faces.

The blond head of Atsumu Miya grabs your attention as he takes his place by the net, a long, flowing red and black vampire cape tied behind his neck. And judging by how muffled his on-the-court communication is, he must be wearing some of those cheap vampire fangs as well.

Shoyo Hinata Is wearing all black with a large pair of black feathered wings tethered to his back with little elastic strings. They flap clumsily as they fail to keep up with the redhead’s speed as he runs about the court with boundless energy. 

The Third Person you are able to make out is Sakusa Kiyoomi, a true master of disguise. He is wearing his normal practice clothes and really looks like he’d rather be anywhere else. The only thing out of place on his clean frame is the hastily stuck red and white name tag that sits crookedly on his chest.

With those great options to compete with, you can safely say that Bokuto’s costume is by far the best. You watch as the team tries to play. Atsumu keeps tripping over his cape when he jumps, and Little feathers from Hinata’s wings keep littering the court as he bounds around, and the other players keep having to take off their rubber monster masks to breathe and truly look miserable. It keeps you thoroughly entertained throughout the training session. 

In between sets in their practice scrimmage, Bokuto and a few others end up by your bench, and you’re able to hear a little bit of your boyfriend’s not-so-quiet conversation.

“Omi, do you like my faceeee?” He gushes, pointing to his slightly sweaty face paint. “Y/n did it this morning; Arent they sooooo amazing.”

His honest declarations of his love for you are one of the many reasons why you love him. He effortlessly brings a smile to your lips as he continues to show off his painted face. The design really wasn’t that difficult to make. You just looked up a quick tutorial of how to do it online earlier and were able to copy it fairly well.

“No fair,” Hinata whines, coming over to look at the carefully painted design you made. He looks up at you and waves with a big grin. “Hey Y/n, can you paint my face next year too?”

“I guess I can,” you call back to him. “I’m not a professional or anything so I~”

“Helloooo? Your boyfriends jealousy interrupts, waving his hand in front of the shorter man’s face, “They’re mine, getting my face painted by them is a Boyfriend perk.” 

“Oh shoot, is that a thing?” The ginger responds with wide eyes as the two of them finish their water break and jog back onto the court. 

“Watch me, Babe,” he calls, trying to shoot you a wink as he takes his place by the net. The ball is set, and you watch as Bokuto begins his approach; the ball is set high over the net as the owl-haired man leaps for it. Soaring high above the double block in his way, he brings his hand down onto the poor volleyball with a frightening force. The ball hits the ground and bounces off in the opposite direction.

But Bokuto’s kill is robbed of any kind of celebration because the minute his powerful legs land on solid ground, the impact causes those little skeleton-printed leggings of yours to rippppp right down the middle, revealing two things to you and the rest of the gym as a deafening silence falls all around you.

One, Kotaro Bokuto was not wearing any underwear underneath your now-ruined leggings.

And Two, his muscular ass cheeks.

He feels the breeziness down below and looks at you with wide eyes, clearly too stunned to speak, or move, or cover up. 

You are in the same boat as him as your jaw hits the floor and your eyes go right to the rip.

As you are captivated by the scene in front of you, no one else says a word. Some are too fixated on Kotaro’s bare ass cheeks that seem to shine under the fluorescent lights of the stadium, and others are wondering where the hell the volleyball he spiked went off to

A player in a rubbery haunted pumpkin mask steps forward, his footsteps echoing across the silent gymnasium, breaking the silence. His hand flies up to take off the mask, revealing a head of slicked-back black hair. 

Captain Shūgo Meian sighs, Looking completely done as he tosses your poor boyfriend a towel to cover the rip as he speaks. “Bokuto, while this situation is uhhh… unfortunate. It is still not nearly as bad as what happened last year.” 

Tagging: @eussstasss @enchantedforest-network

[shintaru]

Knb | signature scent pt.3

Pt.1, pt.2

Atsushi Murasakibara

TOM FORD

Lost Cherry Eau de Parfum Fragrance

Fragrance Family: Warm & Spicy

Scent Type: Warm & Sweet Gourmands

Key Notes: Black Cherry, Tonka Bean, Almond

Fragrance Description: Lost Cherry‘s candy-like gleam of exotic black cherry and liqueur touched with teasing almond gives way to a Turkish rose and jasmine sambac blend that penetrates the senses. The full-bodied perfume attains fantasy-like levels of insatiability.

About the Fragrance: "Like the plump fruit waiting to be eaten, Lost Cherry is powerful and insatiable. Notes of cherry liqueur and a touch of bitter almond drip into its heart, glossing it with a candy-like gleam."—Tom Ford

Tatsuya Himuro

Armani Beauty

Acqua di Giò Profondo Eau de Parfum Spray

Fragrance Family: Earthy & Woody

Scent Type: Citrus & Woods

Key Notes: Marine Notes, Cypress, Musk

Fragrance Description: Acqua di Giò Profondo is a long-lasting men’s cologne that blends salty marine notes and addictive essences of cypress, lavender, and rosemary. This men’s perfume rounds out with subtle patchouli and musk notes to explore a new dimension: the deep sea. Acqua di Giò Profondo is refillable in all formats.

Seijūrō Akashi

TOM FORD

Tobacco Vanille Eau de Parfum Fragrance

Fragrance Family: Warm & Spicy

Scent Type: Woody Spices

Key Notes: Tobacco Leaf, Vanilla, Ginger

Fragrance Description: TOM FORD reinvents classic tobacco with creamy tonka bean, vanilla, cocoa, dry fruit accords, and sweet wood sap for a modern, opulent, and heady impression of confidence and power.

About the Fragrance: "Tobacco Vanille is opulent, warm, and iconic. Reminiscent of an English gentleman‘s club and blended with rich spices, vanilla, and tobacco flower, it leaves a powerful impression."—Tom Ford

Reo Mibuchi

TOM FORD

Noir Extreme Parfum Fragrance

Fragrance Family: Warm & Spicy

Scent Type: Woody Spices

Key Notes: Cardamom, Amber, Tonka

Fragrance Description: A bold intensification of the original scent, Noir Extreme Parfum merges amber, spices, and woods, evoking the private, daring aspects of the Noir man.

About the Fragrance: An intensification of the original Noir Extreme scent, Noir Extreme Parfum breathes a heightened concentration of spicy cardamom, spiked with the warmth of Shimoga ginger, and the rich sensuality of tonka bean and guaiacwood.

Makoto Hanamiya

Valentino

Uomo Born in Roma Green Stravaganza Eau de Toilette

Fragrance Family: Earthy & Woody

Scent Type: Citrus & Woods

Key Notes: Bergamot, Coffee, Vetiver

Fragrance Description: A fougère fragrance for men born from the abundant gardens of Roma. This ambery cologne opens with the zesty freshness of bergamot and blends with rich coffee accords and sustainably sourced vetiver for a long-lasting, aromatic scent.

About the Fragrance: As the sun rises and shines over the eternal city, this men’s cologne takes you on a bold adventure into the extravagance of Roma and the many vibrant ways to be you.

[do-it-jakey-baby]

I wrote a teeny tiny Josh fluff, inspired by a friend’s dream. 😌

🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

The door swings open as you trudge into the house after the day from hell at work. You throw your bag down and slip off your shoes, wanting nothing more than to sink yourself into a bottle of wine. You take in a deep breath and begin making your way through the house, but upon inhaling you’re hit with the scent of your favourite candle burning. You follow the notes of cardamom and amber, the fragrance wrapping around you like a warm, cosy jumper. Entering the living room, you notice that the room is dark, the flicker of candlelight illuminating your safe space in beautiful sunset hues. Josh is sat on the couch, his eyes filled with love and adoration.

“Come sit, Mama. I know you’ve had a rough day.”

You plant yourself next to him, peering around at the scene before you. Fresh flowers sat in a vase on the table in front of you, the colours of spring blooming at their brightest. A warm mug of cocoa, steaming on it’s slate coaster. A bottle of Rioja with two crystal stemmed glasses. A bowl of sweet and salty popcorn, fresh from the microwave. Your favourite film, cued up onto the TV.

Josh places a blanket over your legs and you sigh, your eyes brimming with tears.

“Thank you so much.” You breathe, the tears threatening to spill over.

“My love, anything to see that beautiful smile of yours.” He takes your hand in his and places a gentle kiss to your skin.

“When we’re done with the film, I’ll go upstairs and run you a bath.”

You throw your arms around his neck and plant tiny kisses over every inch of his perfect face. He’s always taken such good care of you, nothing is ever too much.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, my beautiful girl. So very much.”

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[cookiesuga55]

Under the Harvest Moon 🍂

Slice of Life au: Sweet Witch Jungkook x Tubby Werewolf Namjoon

Jungkook dropped his satchels of herbs on the counter top and sighed in relief at the weight of his potion bags being lifted off his shoulders.

It had been a long, fruitful day in his shop selling tangy brews and sweet goodies with spells lovingly baked into them. Even though the witch's cozy little shop was making a healthy profit from the busy autumn season, Jungkook was tired from working so hard and drained from expending so much magic. He felt ruffled from the chilly wind gusting through the fallen leaves outside. Jungkook combed his dark curls back and breathed in the sweet, warm scent of home. Cardamom with a woodsy, earthy depth and a sprinkling of bergamot over the top like fresh rain.

Namjoon.

The scent seeped into Jungkook's skin and helped his muscles to unwind.

Jungkook turned at the sound of bubbling. Namjoon must have cooked a pot of simmering stew that sat on the stove, knowing that Jungkook would come home sleepy and in need of a shoulder rub. He snuck a taste and groaned silently at the flavor.

In search of the culprit who made him dinner, Jungkook padded down the hall, following the warm cardamom scent of his boyfriend. His scent became more potent the closer that the days approached the full moon, and with it rising tomorrow, Namjoon's scent filled their cottage like a boiling pot of warm spices and fresh orange rinds.

Jungkook found Namjoon bent over the stone and iron hearth in their bedroom, gently blowing on the embers as he fed it another log.

"Hi, puppy," Jungkook crouched down next to him and Namjoon peeked over, his scent blooming with happiness as he greeted him with a little lick. "You made me soup? What a sweetheart." Jungkook settled his hand between the werewolf's fuzzy pointed ears on the top of his head, and Namjoon's fluffy tail behind him began wagging instantly.

"I thought you might be tired after such a big week-" Namjoon instantly moved to push his face into the side of Jungkook's neck and nuzzle in affectionately. Jungkook chuckled, sitting back on the thick rug and pulling at Namjoon's sweater to encourage his big pup to come with him. His boyfriend's version of a hug or a kiss was scenting, and Jungkook really didn't mind at all. He understood that Namjoon had different needs, especially when it was this close to the full moon. Another night, and his wolf would completely surface and demand Namjoon to run through the woods and unleash his wild, beautiful spirit.

Jungkook nuzzled back into the cute scenting. "I am worn out... Thank you for the kisses, honey." Namjoon nosed over his pulse and dragged his tongue delicately across the skin until it was flushed pink. Once Namjoon was satisfied with his own smell completely engulfing Jungkook's, his boyfriend crouched back on his haunches with the typical rosy flush to his cheeks that scenting always brought him, and he pressed a slow, soft kiss to Jungkook's lips to give the witch his version of comfort and affection.

Jungkook sighed in bliss and tilted his face up, eyelids fluttering as Namjoon's mouth lovingly gave and gave. Once Jungkook was feeling much more relaxed, with his lips swollen pink from nibbles, Namjoon offered him his hands to stand. Jungkook happily grabbed his large paw-like palms and was easily lifted right to his feet with the werewolf's strength.

Jungkook looked up at his tall boyfriend and leaned into him, already so much happier and fulfilled, replacing the worn, empty feeling he had after closing up the shop. The base of his skull and his fingertips were tingling deliciously with the feelings of his magic stores replenishing as he was cared for. Namjoon so easily poured into Jungkook and recharged him.

"Are you hungry, big boy?" Jungkook already knew the answer. He smiled playfully and rubbed Namjoon's belly over his sweater. Jungkook adored the deep warmth that Namjoon's wolf radiated out of him, cozied up by lush padding that filled in his tummy and got thicker as the days steadily got colder. Namjoon ran so much hotter than humans, and Jungkook loved his squishy, personal heater.

Namjoon chuckled sarcastically. "You know I'm always hungry-"

Jungkook did know. Especially with the full moon and Namjoon's transformation so close. Namjoon's wolf would be begging inside of him to eat and eat and eat until the beast's huge appetite was sated. Namjoon described his tummy as an 'insatiable pit' as his gluttonous wolf craved every good taste and feeling.

Jungkook pulled Namjoon out to the kitchen to ladle up the soup for them both as Namjoon cut thick slices of homemade rosemary-crusted bread, and toasted them over the fire.

Soon, they were both snuggled in front of the flames with large steaming bowls in their hands and a big stack of bread that Jungkook nibbled at, and Namjoon inhaled. After eating and chatting comfortably, Jungkook leaned back in bliss against their cushions. He enjoyed how warm and full he was, and how the pleasurable tingling of his recharging magic made him feel like he was a cat basking in sunlight. He blinked slow and lazy as the flames crackled and Namjoon curled against him. The wolf kneaded right at Jungkook's favorite spot between his shoulders and up his neck. Jungkook wanted to mewl and purr just like a kitten as he was adored.

After so long that Jungkook's once-tight muscles felt like wet noodles, Namjoon grunted softly. The wolf's belly growled in the quiet room, and Jungkook peeked his eyes open, rolling over to half lay on top of his boyfriend. "Are you still hungry, baby?" Jungkook slid his palms up underneath Namjoon's sweater and rubbed into the soft fat. His belly was a bit bloated from the whole loaf of bread he had scarfed down, now expanded as it absorbed the three large bowls of soup. "Do you need more stew, pup? I can get you some." Jungkook kissed his nose and watched as Namjoon's full cheeks pinkened when his belly growled right into Jungkook's hands.

"It won't be enough-" he shyly mumbled and Jungkook understood, he did. Namjoon's wolf was overly demanding and frankly, a bit bratty when it came to food.

Jungkook wanted to give back to his boyfriend. He sat up, slinking behind him. "Up, pup." He hauled Namjoon up to lean back against his chest and lounge with him. Jungkook's arms wrapped around Namjoon's waist and pushed up the sweater to his chest, settling on his warm belly. His fingers tingled in anticipation to help fulfill his mate in the same way that Namjoon always recharged Jungkook.

"I can help."

Namjoon whined in protest, squirming as Jungkook rubbed slow circles over his belly with both hands, letting his fingertips give just the tiniest bit of magic so the wolf could feel it tingle and melt into his tummy deliciously. "Kookie, no- you've been working so hard and deserve to rest. I don't want to make you use any more magic. I'll be fine, really."

Jungkook scoffed and made a playful noise of dismissal, then pressed a kiss right between his wolf's fluffy ears. "Sharing my magic with you is never draining, Joonie. I want to. Please let me help, sweetheart. I can make your hungry wolfie calm down so we can get a good night of sleep together."

Namjoon started to protest again, but Jungkook didn't listen and let the magic flow like buttery sunlight through him, opening himself up to it. Namjoon's comfort and safety always made it so much easier to do, like Jungkook was connected to an endless flowing river of energy rather than pulling from a finite reservoir. His hands felt warm like they always did when he practiced magic, and he sent the tingles into Namjoon's soft, hungry belly.

Namjoon's sweet protests about how he didn't want to drain Jungkook dissolved into a low, breathy howl straight from his pleasured wolf. Underneath Jungkook's hands, Namjoon's belly began to fill, softly swelling as Jungkook rubbed his tummy and focused on feelings of extreme satisfaction to give them to his pup.

"Isn't that nice?" He cooed as he filled up his hungry werewolf with a satisfying weight deep in his gut. Jungkook thought about the food thickening and multiplying into a hearty stuffing, mixed with the dense heat of gorging himself and the tingling satisfaction of heavily overeating. The warm curve underneath his palms grew, giving him more to rub over. Namjoon groaned throatily in agreement as he melted back into Jungkook's chest even more, his belly pushing out until it was completely full of the witch's love and magic, making Namjoon feel like he had just feasted in the woods during a full moon. He licked his lips and panted, feeling pinned in place.

Namjoon made a low keening moan of satisfaction, and Jungkook chuckled. The witch rubbed over the domed crest of Namjoon's thickly distended belly, and he gave the top a loving pat so his gut made a dense thud.

"There you go, pup. Nice and fat." Jungkook began kneading the heels of his palms into the swell as Namjoon laid against him in a melted, panting puddle. Jungkook massaged his wolf's bloated gut just like he would when making his popular cinnamon and clove love-potion bread rolls. Namjoon's belly slowly began giving more and more as Jungkook kneaded the stuffing into him while cooing little praises. The wolf hiccuped and belched between happy whimpers, until his gut was soft and malleable in Jungkook's hands.

"That's it~" Jungkook rubbed both sides and dug his fingers into the doughy gut, letting just a bit of his magic to seep into Namjoon's belly and encourage the onslaught of food to settle into warm, cushiony weight. Namjoon burped from the quick buildup of pressure, and his belly pudged out into Jungkook's adoring hands.

"Jungkook-" Namjoon mewled and Jungkook giggled, taking advantage of Namjoon's lazy state and sneaking in more yummy tingles of magic to encourage Namjoon's stuffing to settle in, causing his belly to round out with more supple fat.

"What?" Jungkook feigned innocence and patted the new chub, enjoying as Namjoon's belly gave a cute plump jiggle in his hands. "Your greedy wolf will fatten you up overnight anyways... I'm just helping nudge you along."

Namjoon's paws came to his wrists and held his hands in place against his tummy, still panting with his tubby belly quickly rising and falling. It made the soft chub gently bulge out between Jungkook's spread fingers as he inhaled.

"Thank you, Kookie. I feel so much better... So full. My wolf is so happy-" he was cut off with a deep belch, and the witch almost cooed as Namjoon's tummy softened even more.

Jungkook asked caringly. "Is your belly full enough, tubby pup? Do you need any more?"

Namjoon sleepily shook his head no. His chest was rumbling with contentment. "This feels perfect. My wolf will be satisfied all night long." Jungkook bent down and kissed Namjoon's forehead, letting his magic trickle to a stop after sneaking just a bit more yummy weight into his puppy's greedy gut.

"I felt that," Namjoon chuffed happily, and arched upwards to grin back at Jungkook. The witch innocently shrugged, and was thanked by his big werewolf lifting Jungkook's hands up to Namjoon's mouth and kissing over each of his finger tips.

Namjoon grunted and flopped over, shoving his bulging belly down into Jungkook's waist so the witch fell backwards with an "oof-". Warm pudge plopped down on either side of Jungkook's waist and hips. Namjoon smiled even wider down at his willowy mate pinned to the furs underneath his thick, meaty weight.

Namjoon knew that Jungkook was busy and overworked with his bustling shop, but he still had to ask. "Kookie... are you able join me tomorrow for the full moon, like last time? I know you've been so busy at the shop and it's okay if I have to spend this moon cycle alone- I just want you to know I'd like you to join me... but only if you're up for it-"

Jungkook had already started brewing the potion a few days ago that would let him transform into his own dark wolf to compliment Namjoon's caramelly one. All it needed was one more night to cure under the light of the stars. Jungkook loved running through the meadow and forest with his mate as Namjoon and him yipped and chased each other.

Jungkook's eyes twinkled up at Namjoon as the witch combed through his wolf's hair and scratched around his silky ears. "I'll always join you for your moon cycle, Joonie. You don't have to ask."

Namjoon beamed so brightly in delight that Jungkook couldn't help but smile in return.

[ashintheairlikesnow]

as diwali starts to roll back around again i can’t help but think about eli. i know there was a reference in one of his fics to holi (when i tell you i SCREAMED) and it made me so happy (I SCREAMED)

anyway. would it be possible to receive a little snippet about eli’s feelings this time of year? no pressure ofc i’ve just got the brainrot

(It's true! Eli was born and spent his early childhood in India, before his parents moved to the United States when he was twelve years old. His earliest memories take place in northern India - his family is from Uttar Pradesh)

-

When he turns all the lights out, the lamps flicker and dance with a warm yellow and orange, placed on small tables on either side of his bedroom door. The rest of the room is lit with candles only, but at the doorway - the boundary between his own space and the space that others inhabit every day - he has placed the diyas. He has more in the window, just two small ones, but still.

Diyas - the small earthenware lamps he has lit using cloth wicks soaked in oil, bought from a store where a woman had greeted him with grandmotherly familiarity and a lyrical voice that had nearly split his head in two with a powerful memory.

Eli had stared at her while she gave him cheerful advice on which brand was best on something - he doesn't even remember what any longer, although it must be one of the things he bought, because he didn't argue with her.

But it wasn't her he was listening to. It wasn't the flat florescent light of the store he saw.

He heard his mother's voice, saw her lighting the lamps, her hand on his head as he pressed against her leg, holding tight to the sheer fabric dotted with gold threads in tiny circles she wore over her loose skirt. He remembers it being blue, and that single detail hurts in a way he can barely breathe past.

She had dressed to go visiting through the neighborhood, where everyone else also had lamps and there was laughter and singing everywhere he looked, and the house smelled like sugar and spices from what she had been cooking to take and share, but they hadn't yet left.

Nazadeek se dekhen, Jairaj, had come the memory of her voice. Eli had frozen in the aisle, staring at the woman, her lips moving but his mind was years ago and thousands of miles away. Bhay par aasha. Andhakaar par prakaash. Kya aap dekhate hain?

He had bought the lamps in a rush - a half-dozen of them, without question. Then he'd ended up leaving with another two hundred dollars' worth of anything that made his head hurt worse, anything familiar. He felt like he must look completely insane to those who watched him, squinting against a migraine and sweeping what felt like entire shelves into his rickety basket, and yet he couldn't stop himself.

Somehow he wound up with eight separate chutneys, an armful of spices in what he thought must be the exact jars and brands hiding underneath his thoughts, waiting to break free. Coriander, cumin, cardamom, mustard seeds, fenugreek, fennel seeds, tamarind, ajwain, asafoetida, chiles, fresh curry leaves even. He couldn't stop. He found bread, not just naan but paratha, ready-to-eat, in a refrigerator towards the back, and shoved it into his basket as well.

Paneer, he remembered paneer, cheese so fresh it squeaked sometimes between your teeth. His mother would fry it until it was brown and he would come home from school sometimes to a snack of chili cashews and spiced paneer, along with her smile and her voice calling, Jairaj!

The whole damn store smelled like something he had once known as well as his own hands, and now was strange to him and he chased the memories, even as his head hurt worse and worse.

Next to the cash register, there were little plastic containers with familiar round balls of dough inside, soaking in syrup. Eli's voice had caught in his throat, and he had wordlessly shoved one of the containers at the cashier, who had given him a slightly puzzled smile and wished him a good day.

Sitting here in the doorway, enjoying the lamplight coming from the diyas, he pops open the plastic container, inhales the strong scent of sugar and rose, with a hint of pistachio.

He is absolutely going to pass out from the pain in his head, but not before this.

Not before this.

He reaches inside, picks up one of the gulab jamun, and bites into it. Tears sting as he chews and run hot down his cheeks. Behind him, thousands of miles east, thousands west, a lifetime away no matter how you measured it, there were people laughing just outside the window as his mother offered to let him have just one taste before they took the rest for sharing, in a neighborhood lit with a thousand lights in every window, at every doorway, declaring that darkness did not win, that evil could not vanquish good, that hope remained even after despair.

Maybe his mother is still sitting, somewhere, with her own diyas lit and maybe even with the rangoli in its geometrics and curves laid out in fine colored sand seeming to dance in the light. Maybe his mother still cooks to share with a neighborhood full of lights.

Maybe she thinks of him, out there, wherever she is. Maybe she remembers a boy named Jairaj, when the remnants of that boy no longer can.

Eli weeps. He cries while he eats every single perfect chewy sweet ball in the container, and for the first time he can remember... Eli prays.

He can't remember the right words.

But he hopes that the memory that he did know, once upon a time, is enough.

[grief-worn]

@maythedicerollinmyfavor sent 🥞 to whip up a yummy meal!

There's never a good time to be sick. It's always some level of inconvenient. Hardly anyone ever asks to be sick. Shadowheart definitely did not ask. Yet here she lay, stuffed up and grumpy beyond words.

There's never a good time to be sick. But when you're racing the very flow of time itself, chasing down cultists and unraveling political corruption and saving the whole bloody world, she might dare to say this is the worst time to be sick.

Shadowheart lets out a raggedy cough, the phlegm dangling behind her tongue, refusing to dislodge itself. Dawn is still creeping its way past the skyline, bathing the Elfsong Tavern in a wash of milky orange. She's sequestered herself to a lone corner, far away from the others, forced to take a rest day while her friends mill about the room to don their armor and prep the morning. She wishes to join them, but the feverish grunge worming its way through her system is stubborn beyond belief. Her usual remedial supplies have barely put a dent in it, and it's severely hindered her ability to cast even the simplest of healing spells.

Wyll had scribbled up a list of items to purchase from the local Baldurian apothecary, but with everything else on their plate, that errand is laughably low on the priority ladder.

With a roll of her body and a guttural wheeze, Shadowheart turns under her blanket, glaring into the wall. She can hear Gale clang his pots and pans, no doubt whipping up something impressively appetizing, but she'd lost access to her sinuses quite a while ago. She can't smell a damned whiff. Furious, she shuts her eyes, hoping to block out the world until this ailment deigns to grant her mercy.

She must've drifted off somewhere in the middle of cursing the gods and pleading for death, because a tap at her shoulder has her nearly squawking in surprise. The cleric jolts upright, catching Gale standing at her bedside. He's giving her that gooey-faced grin, the kind that has his eyes twinkling, and she snorts. It's unclear whether she meant to make such a noise, or if she just breathes like that now.

"Yes?" she snips. "Here to point and laugh at a dying woman?" Her edges have softened considerably since her time in the Shadowlands, but it's still her, and she still possesses the potential for toxicity.

After a pathetic sniffle, she wipes at her nostril, hunching over to pout and mope. "I'll be fine. You don't need to coddle me." Her words come out clogged, goopy and sad.

It suddenly dawns on her why he bothered to come over at all. In his hands is a bowl. Clumsily painted porcelain, with a chip in its lip. It's stacked high with a mound of slop. Fundamentally ugly, but decorated with a flair unique to a Dekarios. There's a spiral of honey, drizzled atop boiled oats. In the middle, he's provided a little gathering of fresh berries and a few crumbles of a goat's cheese. It's just porridge, yet enhanced and sweetened, just the way she likes it.

"Oh. Is this … is it mine? For me?" Thoughts go every which way, scrambled, lagging two steps behind from the fatigue and a bit of sheepish embarrassment. Her immediate reflex is to turn him away, but gods, it smells divine, and her stomach is as hollow as an ocean trench. "Well. I won't sully your generosity. Th … Thanks. Thank you."

She brings the bowl into her lap, plucking at the wooden spoon dipped beneath its gunk. A bit hurriedly, she carries the first bite past her lips, eagerly swishing the concoction about her mouth. She can taste the earthen barley, mixed in a sugary cream, and tinged with cinnamon and cardamom. Shadowheart's guard is nonexistent now, and thusly, she lets out a high, content whimper. Absolutely delicious.

Oh. Gale is still here?

"… excuse me? You're free to go now." she says, cheeks still stuffed with her breakfast. "I'll find some way to repay you. Go off and make me proud, wizard."

[chaos-cousins]

[Introduction Post]

Hello, I'm Ren Amamiya, Wildcard, and my life is a nightmare. I'm either 17 or 25, depending on how you count time loop years. I keep getting thrown into other worlds with my cousins Elena and Hibiya, including this world. I like coffee and cats.

Also, Ene sometimes shows up and messes with my phone.

Hi!

We are currently in back in Japan.

My Team:

Cumin the Makuhita

Honey the Furret

Cardamom the Entei

Clove the Sneasel

[OOC INFO DOWN BELOW]

Hi there! My friends are making Pokeblogs so I thought I would make one too! But this isn't your average Pokeblog, instead it's from my crossover extravaganza from hell! Here's what you need to know:

Ren Amamiya/Joker (Persona 5), Elena Amamiya (Star Twinkle Precure), and Hibiya Amamiya (Kagerou Project) are cousins and have been isekaied into various worlds that I love. Meanwhile, their friends have been trapped in a time loop that resets two weeks after the Amamiyas end their adventure in whatever world they've become isekaied in. Luckily, the Amamiyas have their phones and csn communicate with their friends back in their world, as well as friends from the previous worlds they've visited!

For the purposes of this blog, the timeline is as follows: Xenoblade 1 > Xenoblade 2 > Chrono Trigger > Earthbound > Breath of the Wild > Persona 3 FES > Persona 4 > Persona 3 Portable FeMC > Yokai Watch > Pokemon Platinum > Pokémon Shield > Pokémon Legends Arceus > Too Many Types Emerald > Pokémon Violet > Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Gates to Infinity > Ultra Moon > Let's Go Pikachu > Pokémon Colosseum (where the blog is currently)

Okay miscellaneous stuff:

This blog is run by Ren Amamiya, who has been through a NG+ time loop separate from this one and frankly is done with time travel.

Hibiya Amamiya is no longer 11, he's 13 because I only found out he was 11 a couple months ago and I think it's funnier if he stays 13.

Also, the mod is a fresh adult. But still, please no NSFW. I also have arachnophobia, so please do not reblog my posts or send me asks with pictures of spiders in them (spider Pokémon like joltik and spinarak are fine)

Here's an archive of the Sinnoh teams!

Ren: Jack Frost the Empoleon, Izanagi the Luxray, Lucy the Gardevior, Cerberus the Houndoom, Andras the Chatot, and Arsène the Lucario.

Hibiya: Turters the Torterra, Pepper the Staraptor, Ace the Rapidash, Dart the Toxicroak, and Echo the Bronzong.

Elena: Blaze the Infernape, Usagi the Lopunny, Rosa the Roselia, and Frostbite the Sneasel.

Dawn: Bubbles the Empoleon, Menace the Golbat, Shelly the Gastrodon, Stella the Togetic, and Princess the Giratina.

+Legion the Spiritomb

Here's an archive of the Galar teams!

Me: Seiten Taisei the Rillaboom, Raoul the Thievul, Apsaras the Gastrodon, Futsunushi the Bisharp, Kelpie the Grapploct, King Frost the Mr. Rime, Genbu the Wartortle, and Kamui the Urshifu.

Hibiya: Aqua the Inteleon, Heilos the Growlithe, Pegasus the Rapidash, and Mammoth the Piloswine, Joule the Morpeko, Dusty the Mudsdale, and Spyro the Charmander.

Elena: Amber the Cinderace, Ringo the Appletun, Quake the Excadrill, Prism the Mantine, Fuji the Abomasnow, and Misty the Spritzee.

Here's an archive of the Hisui Teams!

Ren: Satan the Samurott, Lucifer the Luxray, Loki the Purugly, Helel the Hisuian Sneasler, Black Frost the Magmortar, and Pixie the Hisuan Zoroark.

Hibiya: Apollo the Decidueye, Geo the Golem, Matrix the Porygon-Z, Polar the Walrein, Sparks the Raichu, and Nightshade the Gengar.

Elena: Cyndi the Typhlosian, Honey the Combee, Vee the Glaceon, Gooey the Goodra, Vides the Tangrowth, and Clef the Clefable.

Akari: Borb the Decidueye, Bnnuy the Lopunny, Floof the Hisuian Arcanine, and Chomps the Garchomp.

Here's an archive of the Hoenn Teams! [Note: Elena, May's, and Hibiya's teams are incomplete because I cannot keep coming up with teams. From this point forward, only Ren's team will be listed.]

Ren: Mandrake the Meganium, Mot the Sandslash, Bicorn the Kingdra, Orobas the Galarian Rapidash, Bugs the Shedinja, and Trumpeter the Absol

Elena: Fuego the Delphox, Snips the Kingler, Cherry the Jumpluff,

Hibiya: Poseidon the Primarina, Anubis the Lucario, Slash the Zangoose

May: Foxy the Delphox, Stuffy the Bewear, Blobby the Ditto

Here's an archive of my Paldea Team!

Zorro the Meowscarada, Forneus the Paldean Clodsire, William the Pawmot, Carmen the Salazzle, Hereward the Ogerpon, Johanna the Miraidon

Here's an archive of my Alola Team!

Diego the Incineroar, Nekomata the Alolan Persian, Xiezhai the Ampharos, Milady the Toxapex, and Red Rider the Mudsdale.

Here's an archive of my Kanto Team!

Mocha the Pikachu

Narino the Gloom

Matari the Arcanine

Pacamara the Psyduck

Crystal the (Shiny) Jynx

Mewtwo, technically

[gautiersylvain]

i was tagged by @chloefrazer to answer these questions for one of my ocs! i filled this out for vati, my bg3 oath of vengeance paladin

i'm tagging @bhaalbabe, @kirkwall, @zahra-hydris and anyone else that wants to do this 💃

ANIMALS

bengal tiger, caracal, gray wolf, blackbuck

COLOR

burgundy, charcoal, eggshell, marigold, ochre, opal, sage, tuscan red

MONTH

september (the transition from summer to fall) - the days are still long and the sun still warm on your skin, but the leaves are changing colors and you know it's only a matter of time until autumn arrives in earnest. savor the transition, the reliability of the seasons, for all things must end but so too they will begin again.

SONGS

daylight - david kushner (try to follow your light, but it's nighttime, please don't leave me in the end) king - florence + the machine (i am no mother, i am no bride, i am king) the horror and the wild - the amazing devil (witness me, old man, i am the Wild)

NUMBER

4

PLANTS

acacia arabica, dendrobium, snakeroot, jasmine, cardamom

SMELLS

campfire, myrrh, saffron, citron, rosemary

GEMSTONE

rose quartz

TIME OF DAY

sunset

SEASON

fall

PLACES

the beach, the elfsong tavern, wherever astarion is

FOOD

bhindi masala, samosas, omelettes, biryani

DRINKS

rose milk, fresh fruit juice, noon chai, lemonade

ELEMENT

earth

SEASONINGS

cinnamon, nutmeg, turmeric, cardamom

SKY

sunset, a kaleidoscope of colors from inky black to vivid yellows, reds, and pinks. the kind of transition from day to night that takes your breath away

WEATHER

mist

MAGICAL POWER

crusader's mantle - radiate a holy power that emboldens nearby allies, their weapon attacks deal an additional 1d4 radiant damage

WEAPONS

the blood of lathander, shield of devotion, radiant light

CANDY/DESSERTS

anything fried and/or sugary - jalebi, labanga latika, malpua, phirni, panipuri

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL

horseback, she learned to ride at a young age and feels at home in a saddle

ART STYLE

rococo

FEAR

abandonment, loved ones voluntarily leaving her. loss, loved ones dying and being unable to stop it. loss of control, loss of bodily autonomy. being emotionally vulnerable.

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE

one of the erinyes, ancient greek chthonic deities of vengeance

PIECE OF STATIONARY

a piece of parchment, elegant script becoming more sloppy down the page, ripped out of a notebook to burn in the fire

THREE EMOJIS

🐴🛡️🌟

CELESTIAL BODY

polaris, the north star - a constant, steady presence in the sky, helping the lost find their way

[rosinaperfumery]

With the new dawn arises new hope.

Levar del Sole poeticises on the skin. Literally translated as “rising of the sun”, Levar del Sole is the perfume inspired by the immortal phoenix. A symbol of renewal, whose scent breathes new life onto the person it is sprayed upon in a baptism of new beginnings.

Opening to fresh citrus nuances and the nurturing aura of delicate rose, these hand-picked roses were chosen especially for Levar del Sole from India’s perfume capital, Kannauj.

With cardamom, violet and lily at the heart, Levar del Sole eau de parfum breathes prosperity.

New beginnings unfold and transformations are made, as the senses lean into the deliciously comforting blend of musk, Tonka bean and caramel at the base.

#levardelsole#casamorati#xerjoff#rosinaperfumery

[death-threats]

Hey @taemeupjin, you have a new message!

From: GETO SUGURU (1)

He told me he didn't wanna do any blind date stuff but I forced him to anyway :) don't say I said anything but he has a BIIIIG crush on u

Geto may seem a little standoffish at first, but don't be fooled! He genuinely enjoys spending time with you. He especially loves that you're so laid back and more reserved. Suguru needs a break from Gojo's hyper ass so coming home to you is like a breath of fresh air. He would love to stand side-by-side with you as you cook and bake. If the mood strikes him, he might even try dancing with you. Of course he'd just say it's an excuse to get closer to you (he's totally having fun doing it).

I can see him LOVING anything spicy. Whether it's pepper, curry, or even sweeter spices like cardamom and cinnamon. He'll LOVE exploring those palates with you. He's very flavor-conscious and a beginner foodie. He'll make his own chai at home, even if you prefer coffee a little more than he would. It would be perfect for those cozy October nights in.

[saiakv]

“   you’re not making any sense .   ” mei mei

UNMPROMPTED || always accepting

HE HAD BEEN HONEST. Out of respect, for what had once been, or a residual of other, uglier things — for once, Suguru does not ponder too hard on it. It had felt good to take a breather from the affiliating smiles and wear a more melancholic, a more earnest hue. Yet some of the reverence for his former senpai had died somewhere along those endless hours staring at the wall — letting the water run until it grew cold. How can you live life without any moral standing? How can you ask me to make sense in a world that doesn't; in a world where the strong serve the weak and die by the dozens for people who never even hear their names? How can you simply refuse to take a stance when the lives of your juniors, your friends, your brothers were on the line?

Hands prudently pat down on the kasaya and his features press into a smile; as if pulled up with an invisible string.

❝ I see. That's alright. ❞ Fingers gently roll the spoon that stirs his tea; down the whirlpool goes any nuance of dejection. It smells distinctly of cardamom and Geto can feel the steam tickling at his nostril; just as the people stench constantly pricks at the back of his mind. Mei Mei's frigid smile, however cunning, is a breath of fresh air. His head cants. ❝ To be completely honest with you, Mei-san, I was not expecting you to understand — when our world views are so far apart, after all. ❞

The words fall light-heartedly as autumn leaves on the wet earth. The tea he offers her leaves a note of bitterness on the palate.

❝ I know you are not here to interfere with my affairs, either. Satoru has to enact my execution and I doubt he had the foresight to save up and buy his way out of that... ❞ He was too proud for it. There would be no monetary gain from that. She could rival him for milking some of those weaklings for all their pockets are worth, but that would be too much effort for too little output, wouldn't it? Geto keeps twirling the spoon, even though the splice of lemon he had added has long dissipated. ❝ But since you have paid me a visit, please, join me for a cup of tea. Between the two of us we could make some interesting conversation. For one thing you could enlighten me as to what you do with all this money. ❞

[rajdhaanipanmasala]

Indian mouth freshener brand

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DT!! You angel, thank you!

3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

You would do that to me? Ask me to play favorites with my own children??? I could never…. (it’s Stacy’s Cardamom today lol)

8. What projects are you currently working on?

A soulmate AU for Louigan Week! And also updating some of my chaptered fics that are collecting dust 😭😭

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

Earlier I answered this question with a fic I was pleasantly surprised with, so I’m going to flip the script on this one. I thought Breath of Fresh Pear would get more attention than it did because it’s a wholesome gen family fluff fic that sneaks a little therapy advice in there, which I assumed all the kids were into because of the other fics in the tag. That was not the case lol

18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

In honor of my tinimmy muses, how about this exchange from Beach Glaze