#I know he most likely smells like gunpowder and musk

[empresskadia]

I'm straight-up eepy as heck and all I want is some Master Chief cuddles and a nap, I just wanna lay on this man and knock out and maybe convince him to play with my hair so I can just...zzz

[lunallaa]

||calling him by his first name||

gotham knights!jason todd x gn!reader

{not edited/proof read please excuse any errors♡}

You honestly didn't even realize that you said it. It was one of those rare late nights where Jason was out on patrol, and you were stuck back home at your shared apartment, struggling to fall asleep ever since he had left for the night. Normally after a long day of work and errands like today sleep came easy, you'd take a hot shower maybe have a cup of that tea Jason buys specifically to help with sleep, and then gather you and the new kitten the two have recently adopted and sleep until he came home. Tonight however, was a different case. No amount of tossing and turning, fluffing your pillows, cups of tea, or white noise playing on your phone could help you sleep.

Thankfully after however many(few) hours your body must've finally realized that you were in fact tired and in need of sleep cause when you woke up next, it was to your kitten stirring and loudly meowing at the bedroom door. Jason was finally home, and from the sounds of things he had just put away his gear from patrol and was making his way to your shared bedroom. You were always confident in your boyfriend and his family's capabilities at what they do, that you never exactly feared one of them never coming home, but it always filled you with such relief and peace whenever he walked through that door. Most times he's worn down and maybe nursing an injury but he's in one peice.

“Welcome home Jason.”

You had barely managed to say it in an audible enough volume with how much sleep and exhaustion you were fighting off. Despite that, it was clear he had heard you anyways. Through half lidded eyes struggling to remain open for more than a few seconds at a time you saw him pause from loving on your kitten almost as if you had told him something ridiculous and he was taking a moment to process it. It wasn't until you had registered his silence lasting longer that it should've for a moment like this, that you started to sober up from you sleepy state and turn your full attention to him.

“What's the matter-”

“Are you mad at me?”

“What are you tal-”

“Are you mad at me?”

“Jason-”

“You're mad at me.”

With a huff you push yourself up and remove yourself from the plush warm covers and expose yourself to the surprisingly cold air of your bedroom as you sit and stare at your boyfriend who stands holding your cat just a few feet from you staring back at you.

“Why would I be mad?”

“You called me Jason.”

You're tempted to crawl right back under your blankets. For how large and scary your boyfriend tends to be, when it comes to you he can be so silly and endearingly pathetic. You will admit that you hardly ever call him by his first name after the first few months of dating and it had only been petnames and nicknames since. Both of your first names were a rare occurrence in your household with how disgustingly in love and sappy the two of you were.

“You're worried cause I called you…your name?”

“You never call me just Jason and you know that.”

“You're an idiot” he's your idiot.

The slight tension in his shoulders immediately deflates as he feigns a dramatic gasp and covers your kitten's ears as if you said a very nasty swear at the two of them.

“How could you say that in front of our daughter! Do you know how damaging it will be for her to see her parents fight?”

“Well seeing as she's only been home for a month and walked in on her parents being very loving with each other more times than we can count on both of our hands combined, I'd say she'll be just fine.”

With the tension fully dissipated now and the both of you all giggles and love sick smiles, Jason walks over to where you sit in bed and plops the kitten on your lap before kissing you softly. The sneaky bastard tries to heaten the moment up, but you (hesitantly) pull away before he's successful.

“Nuh uh. Go shower you smell like gunpowder and outside.”

“What? I thought you liked my natural musk.” He’s got that stupid playful smile on his face that never fails to get a giggle out of you.

“That is not your natural “musk”, you smell like Gotham. Now go shower before you're sleeping on the couch tonight. Jason.”

He immediately straightens up and pouts at your use of his first name again but still makes his way to the bathroom. You don't miss the way he leaves the door completely open as he turns on the water and undresses as an invitation for you to join him. With a dreamy sigh and a kiss to your kitten's forehead, you get yourself up and out of bed and make your way to the bathroom door.

Inspired by a blurb from @gay-dorito-dust !

Read it here!

[krscblw]

ghoul perfume associations!

i am very into ghost. and i am also very into indie perfumes! so i decided to combine the two and make a list of my scent associations for each of the ghouls, as well as a few indie fragrances that fit them (in my opinion! if y'all have other thoughts i would LOVE to hear them /gen)

i also included all of the perfumes i found that had the same names as the ghouls, even if i didn't think the scent profile worked, and bonus atmospherics that i think are more naturally ghoul-ish and worked well for the various elements!

warning: this is an obscenely long post. i have too many thoughts.

another warning: because this post is so long, some of the text might get cut off on mobile. it should be okay on desktop if that happens (i don't know how to fix it, sorry)

Aeon

Notes: chocolate, linen, lavender. Aeon smells very gentle and pleasant, but not necessarily sweet. He smells like things that he himself finds comfort in.

Perfumes:

Chocolatine -- Fyrinnae

“Also known as Pain au Chocolat, these flaky croissant-like pastries are filled with pieces of dark or semi-sweet chocolate. This is not a very sweet fragrance.”

TELEGRAMA – Imaginary Authors  

talc, lavender absolute, black pepper, teak, amyris, vanilla powder, fresh linens

Bonus:

Phantom -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab 

Aether

Notes: bourbon, amber, vanilla. Aether smells sophisticated, but with a warm, golden edge. He smells like comfort, like unconditional love- but also a little bit like sex.

Perfumes:

Quintessence of Debauchery -- Alkemia Perfumes

“A distillation of raw, bawdy sexiness without regard for gender - Bourbon vanilla, tonka, dark florals, peach brandy, coriander, mock orange, spiced pumpkin, fresh ginger root, rock rose, long leaf tobacco, black opium infused amber, patchouli, oakmoss, and cruelty-free (vegan) castoreum.”

Morosexual -- Treading Water Perfume  

“Morosexual - The sexual attraction to stupid people. Treat yourself and read your partner at the same time with a scent that is as classy as it is stupid. The earthy combo of vanilla, fresh tobacco and star anise combine with spicy nutmeg to create a warm soft blanket to dull the mind.”

tobacco, vanilla, patchouli, jasmine, star anise, nutmeg

Alpha

Notes: leather, smoke, gunpowder. Alpha smells.. off-putting, to most people. He has an intense personality, and it's reflected in his scent.

Perfumes:

Industrial Sabotage -- Alkemia Perfumes

“A cataclysmic wreckage of burnt wires; twisted melted steel; shattered machinery, and gunpowder.”

Night Shift -- PULP Fragrance  

“Black frankincense, engine grease from a long late shift, smoke, ash, blackened wood, and a hint of leather.”

Cirrus

Notes: dark fruits, musk. Cirrus smells sophisticated in a dark, sensual way. She smells.. hypnotic, almost. She smells like you want her, but she doesn't even know you exist.

Perfumes:

Venus Black -- Possets 

“A grand and very very sensual scent. Black in the most sophisticated way. Considered one of the colors, its working name was Mars' Black but it is so wonderfully feminine that there is no way that it could be named after the god of war, it should be named after the goddess of love. The Blackest musk flirts with a float of black pepper, a shot of dark sweet pear, and the smallest amount of sage and non-stinky narcissus for tingle. One not to be missed. Dry, musky, spicy.”

(i have this one. it's VERY attractive (i had to stop wearing it because i was confusing myself lmao) and now that i associate it with cirrus. i might have a problem)

Salomé -- Alkemia Perfumes 

“An overture of not so innocent magnolia underscored with a sly caress of Queen of the Night, a fulsomeness of nubile black grapes and plums, skin musk bathed in spilled cognac, and ruthless twist of bitter orange, blended with an ancient Arabian love philtre of crushed vanilla and tonka bean, sandalwood, vetiver, cedar, and red oud.”

Bonus: 

Cirrus -- Osmofolia 

Cumulus

Notes: lilac, magnolia, jasmine, sugar. Cumulus smells sweet and cloying. You smell her once and the scent haunts you all day like the most enchanting ghost.

Perfumes:

Alabama -- Possets

“Floral perfume lovers rejoice! This one is the essence of a hot sticky Southern night at the height of passion with the one you love. What a treat! Alabama weaves pink fizzy mimosa, thick white magnolia, canebrake jasmine, Mexican tuberose, and Martinique gardenia. The effect is eternally woman, unabashedly sexy, and in command. These are all knit together with precious Sacred Frankincense to concoct a bombshell of a fragrance, deep white floral with deep incense leanings. A hypnotic fragrance. So very sweet, so very profound. Feminine, floral, devastating.”

Sweet Mother -- Little And Grim  

“‘Sweet mother, I cannot weave --/ slender Aphrodite has overcome me/ with longing for a girl.’ -Sappho. Notes of lush moss, blooming lilac, French lavender, rose, jasmine, mandarin and lemon zest, warm musk, and lily of the valley.”

Bonus:

Cumulus -- Osmofolia 

Skiing On Europa -- Fyrinnae 

“The atmosphere of a distant moon, not as habitable for mammals as Earth, the thin air reminiscent of high mountain elevations before snowfall. Cold, and ozonic like petrichor.”

Dewdrop

Notes: berries, smoke, wood. Dew smells like resinous woodsmoke, with an unexpected berry undertone. (Just like his personality: brash outside, sweet inside.)

Perfumes:

Ignis -- PULP Fragrance

“Raspberries, fresh ginger, smoky aloeswood, pale blond tobacco leaves & fiery red musk.”

A CITY ON FIRE – Imaginary Authors

“The refined smoke accord makes this an austere and luxurious scent for evenings on the town, whether with a special someone or alone and looking for trouble.”

cade oil, spikenard, cardamom, clearwood, dark berries, labdanum, burnt match

Bonus: 

The Center of the Universe -- Alkemia Perfumes   

“The center of our universe is raspberries and rum? In a vast dust cloud at the center of the Milky Way there is an abundance of ethyl formate, a simple aliphatic ester found in the smell of rum and raspberries. To these elements, we've added notes from astronauts' descriptions of the smell of their suits when they return from space walks - freshly welded metal, gun powder, seared steak in an iron pan, burnt almond cookies, charcoal, and ozone.”

Ifrit

Notes: black tea, incense. Ifrit smells heavy and dark in a way that makes you want more. Very mysterious, even though his personality doesn't really match.

Perfumes:

Black Tea -- Possets 

“The most dark and the most tannic of teas. Somehow that puckery quality becomes addictive. Just right for a seductive night deep in July or August where humidity makes itself into a sexy accessory. Not subtle but very alluring. Pure and beautiful, incense floats over it all and the effect is so much like the vapor lines of a mirage. Tea-like but not sweet.”

(this is one of my favorite fragrances EVER, i wear it like every day)

O, UNKNOWN! – Imaginary Authors 

“At the risk of sounding bleak, this night could be your last. Splash on O, Unknown! and plunge forth into prosperity and joy. Repeat as often as you are able.”

black tea, lapsang souchong tincture, orris butter, kyoto moss, musk balsam, sandalwood

Bonus:

The Ifrit -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab 

Mist

Notes: water, herbs. Mist smells aquatic and green, like spring rain or a pond full of plants. There's an icy, aloof edge to her scent.

Perfumes:

Taste of Rain -- Alkemia Perfumes 

“A primordially vernal chypre consecrated by silver rain, green ivy, holy basil, lilacs, moss, and wisteria.”

Diaphanous Dress -- Possets 

“If the lovely Primavera would wear a gown, she might be dressed in a garment made of snow crystals and flowers. Even into April, spring can get cold even while the flowers we all love press upward. Spring displays irony in her variability. Deepest and richest Mexican vanilla troupes bravely with the chill aquatic of snow falling in heavy doses and melting almost on contact. A tuft of chlorophyll is in the background and a hint of the flowers it all overtakes for just a while. This is an enchanting fragrance, a hypnotic springtime blend which is more about the atmosphere than the real flowers themselves.”

Bonus: 

Ammil -- Alkemia Perfumes 

“An olfactory journey that morphs like melting ice... starting cold and aloof with distinct elements of wet snow and ice then gradually unfolding to reveal an indescribably unique velvety skin warmth.”

Mountain

Notes: vetiver, greenery, earth, mushrooms. Mountain smells very green and earthy, almost like he was recently underground, or maybe like he spent all day tending to a fragrant garden (he did).

Perfumes:

Hedale Wood -- Little And Grim

“This fragrance is dark and a bit mysterious, while staying green enough to be worn without smelling too villainous.”

vetiver, cedar trees, bergamot, dense foliage, coriander, musk, sandalwood, frankincense, a touch of lavender, amber

Heirloom Tomato Leaf -- Fyrinnae

“Rows of tomato plants on a humid day, their unmistakable heavy green fragrance filling the air and clinging to your hands as you touch the leaves. This is not a solitary note perfume, but includes significant notes of damp soil and humid air.”

Bonus:

Beneath The Forest -- Fyrinnae  

“Beneath the trees, where scant sunlight ever reaches and few green plants grow, mushrooms (and decay) flourish in the ever-damp soil, surrounded by darkness. Step carefully, there could be traps.”

Nimbus*

Notes: peach, rose, wood. Nimbus smells sweet and slightly earthy, with an overwhelming ripe peach heart and a floral edge. Very pretty, very cheerful, but not childish.

Perfumes:

South Star -- PULP Fragrance 

“Sweet creamy peach, vanilla beans, liatrix, & a woody-ambrette accord, all topped off with a hint of cinnamon.”

Someone Tell Lady Luck -- Little And Grim 

lemongrass, bright fresh ginger, verbena, sweet peaches, bamboo, and clean rain on city streets

Bonus: 

Aurora -- Alkemia Perfumes 

Armenian Rose -- Fyrinnae 

“The fragrance of dark red rose petals and sweeter pink roses with the earthy scent of native lilies.”

*i headcanon nimbus as a earth/air multi

Omega

Notes: wood, amber, tobacco. Omega smells warm, but not quite comforting. He smells like he knows more than you (he does) and like he's a little bit disappointed in you (he might be). He smells like he COULD be comforting, if you managed to earn his approval.

Perfumes:

Bibliotheca -- Alkemia Perfumes

“A vintage elegance of leatherbound books, plush club chairs, vintage vinyl records, polished mahogany tables, fountain pen ink, black tea, dark plum brandy, vetiver, rosewood, artemesia, white carnation, lavender water, citron, tweedy woolens, and oakmoss.”

(i have this one! it's surprisingly woody)

Bronze and Blaze -- Alkemia Perfumes

“Autumnal bronze amber aged with cognac barrel staves, red oak leaves, Perique pipe tobacco, raw wool, ripe pumpkin, opoponax (sweet myrrh), and soft suede gloves warmed by a creamy steamy cup of Bourbon vanilla coffee.”

Rain

Notes: seawater, ozone. Rain smells like the ocean, or more accurately, like a siren that wants to lure you out to sea and kill you. Wet, a little bit green, sweet and salty.

Perfumes:

Mermaids in the Basement -- Alkemia Perfumes

“A siren song of seawater soaked linen, aquatic incense, white ginger, pomelo, limoncello, dry moss, clary sage, cactus flower, prickly pear, loquat, fir resin, cedar needles, mesquite pods, Hinoki wood, Guaiac wood, and Elemi resin.”

EVERY STORM A SERENADE – Imaginary Authors 

danish spruce, eucalyptus, vetiver, calone, ambergris, baltic sea mist

Bonus:

Black Squall -- Fyrinnae 

“Open waters of the deepest blue, eerily calm before the looming arcus cloud in the distance bears down, revealing the wrath of the storm behind it. There was little left to do now but watch and wait. Cold and clean-smelling seawater, ozonic air, now and then a little olive oil from the lamps.”

Sunshine/Stratus**

Notes: strawberries, citrus, vanilla, spices. Sunny smells like summer. She smells like ripe fruit, sweet cold drinks, and sun, with a little bit of unexpected spice.

Perfumes:

Strawberry Lemonade -- PULP Fragrance 

“Fresh strawberries, lemonade, and a bowl of strawberry-vanilla ice cream.”

Lola -- Alkemia Perfumes 

“A dramatic splash of Coca-cola trailed by an adoration of blood orange, pink peppercorns, caviar lime, orange blossom, tonka, spicy nutmeg dancing sinuously across a base of warm Brazilian cherrywood.”

Bonus:

Stratus -- Osmofolia 

Prairie 66 -- Alkemia Perfumes 

“The smell of an old cement-paved road in the desert just before dawn when the cement is cold and almost, but not quite damp. Flowering desert sage, aldehydes, grapefruit, Linden blossoms, bergamot, saffron, gray amber, yucca, yuzu, and cool concrete. ”

**i headcanon sunny as a fire/air multi

Swiss***

Notes: smoke, musk, patchouli. Swiss smells dark but welcoming, unpredictable but attractive. He smells the way velvet feels: sweet, smoky, decadent.

Perfumes:

Smoke & Mirrors -- Alkemia Perfumes

“An elusive, smokey blend of burning wood, Madagascar Vanilla, and Tonka. We find this one to be elementally simple, but unusually mercurial and highly responsive to different skin chemistries… the vanilla and the smoke dance with each other almost continuously… sometimes the foreground is smoky, then sweet, then returns with sweetly smoky, then smoky.”

Allen Ginsberg - Howl -- Possets  

“Possets' interpretation of Howl is unabashedly sexy, driven mad by welling passions. Black, red and amber musks wrestle furiously with sandalwood and opium tar resin. There is nothing light or gentle about this scent. A burning incense backs it up, black patchouli stands in the forefront. Dark, musky, resinous. Tremendously savage, dark and sweet like molasses rather than sugar. ...and yet, there is something innocent about it all.”

(i have howl and it's SO good and so perfect for swiss)

***i headcanon swiss as a fire/water multi

Zephyr

Notes: dust, ozone. Zephyr smells like the air where something once was, or maybe where something is and has been too long. Dusty, faintly sweet, slightly melancholic.

Perfumes:

Dustsceawung -- Alkemia Perfumes

“The scent of forbidden explorations and an olfactory meditation on dust... attic air, the inside of old trunks, abandoned haylofts, library stacks, and abandoned buildings. Dustsceawung is the contemplation of dust, worldly desires, and the ephemerality of all things... raspings that were once a tree, ruins that were once cities, bones that were once lovers. Dust is always the ultimate destination on our journey.”

 Hauntology -- PULP Fragrance 

“Ozone, olibanum, the air in a closed up kitchen cupboard that might once have held raisins and dried apricots, ambergris, burled briarwood, & the lost futures of a home abandoned.”

Bonus:

Zephyr -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

if you made it to the end of this i admire your dedication. and i would love to hear what you think!

[slippy-socks]

in honor of me filling out half of the “what do you think the ghouls smell like” form and then accidentally closing the tab before i finished i’m posting my thoughts here (on my most ghost-related blog lmao) bc i had so much fun with this :)

GHOUL SCENT HEADCANONS

AETHER: spicy, patchouli incense. like the inside of an occult shop. velvet and magic itself. a bit of his own sweat but not in an unpleasant way.

CIRRUS: similar to 11:11 by lake and skye. ozone, almost aquatic but not quite. clean and crisp and bracing.

CUMULUS: like cirrus but warmer, more amber/white musk-y. like freshly laundered sheets, a little sweet. like milk by dedcool with a bit more dried flowers

SODO: gasoline, like an oil slick in a parking lot a kid would take a picture of and post to tumblr in 2014. the smell of a put out fire rather than the fire itself. smoky with the faintest hint of wet pavement under it all

MOUNTAIN: ponderosa pine (bark smells like vanilla/cinnamon). sharp in the nose at first like the bite of high altitude air, but quickly turns deep and woodsy/mulchy/hazelnut-y

AURORA: the frosting on those store-bought sugar cookies, the best parts of outdoor childhood birthday parties, very nostalgic. sweet but not headache-inducing. or floral, mostly rose (le labo rose 31 vibes)

PHANTOM: plum and stone fruit in general. deep and rich and warm, like how the color purple looks

SUNSHINE: i don't know how but she smells like the way sparkling orange wine feels in your mouth. citrusy and bright, invigorating. maybe a little bit of sunscreen but not in a bad way. brings back memories of midday picnics and sunburnt shoulders

SWISS: leather and spices and smoke. like firecrackers at summer night festivals. like the tall handsome stranger in an old western movie

RAIN: well, rain. musky and a little heavier. just the tiniest bit of seawater, maybe a salty bite. a bit of that pleasant old book smell. his scent clings to other ghouls a little longer than most

IFRIT: cherries and vanilla. he smells like he's important. decadent, like he should be dripping in diamonds and gold

ALPHA: gunpowder, tobacco, rum, what those old spice/just for men products wish they could be. effortlessly masculine

ZEPHYR: woodsy and fresh, that cold and wet smell of fresh fallen snow. coffee beans. maybe a little lily if you squint?

MIST: evenings at the lake in the late winter. cool and green, minty, lavender, similar to you or someone like you by etat libre d’orange

[eatyourheartvalentine]

Soo... Question ya know how everyone has like there own scent what would the guys smell like..?🐽👀 lol! Am just curious ..!! I hope my Question doesn't seem. weird 😭 (like cologne perfume??)

-poppy flower anon

🏵️

Fun fact! Mod Bunni has anosmia, which means she has no sense of smell. So Mod Cat will be taking care of this one!

Allar— definitely has sweet tones to him. He doesn't like to have his natural scent stick out often, so he uses sweet perfumes like candy or pastries. Cotton candy is the main scent he usually uses!

Louie— he uses cheap colognes most of the time. Nothing that assaults the nostrils, though. Bergamot, oak, stuff like that. But it barely covers up the smell of smoke that lingers on his clothing.

Mica— uses expensive and very niche colognes. Definitely the type to use cologne that has a rusty undertone. Sanguine. Usually smells very good and fresh!

Josh— probably has the most "masculine" scent out of these guys! He also uses cheap cologne, but the type that doesn't fully cover up his natural musk. Not in a gross way, though!

And just for fun, I picked out some perfumes/colognes that I think they'd smell most like!

Allar: Age of Innocence Top notes: bubblegum, cotton candy, strawberry

Heart notes: metal screech, rubber, gasoline, rose, car seats

Base notes: aquilaria malaccensis (natural oud), Haitian vetiver, cade, cedar

Heart notes: Marine Note, Jasmine, Rose, Iris

Last Birthday Cake Top notes: Blinding Light, Milk, Wick, Instant Cocoa, Peace Lilly, Bitter Almond, Cork, Malt

Heart notes: Armagnac, Stollen Cake, Brown Sugar, Vanilla Custard, Tonka Beans, Benzoin, Sweet Clover

Base notes: Rope Necklace, Chekhov’s Gun, Styrax, Skin, Tolu Balsam, Incense, Bran Absolute, Papyrus

Louie: Né il Giorno Né L'ora Top notes: Sandalwood, Tonka Bean, Amber, Musc

Base notes: Lemon, Bergamot, Cardamom, Galbanum, Cedar, Lily of the Valley

But Not Today Top notes: Bergamot, Artemisia, Lavender, Lemon

Heart notes: Styrax, Cascarilla, Rosemary, Calamus

Mica: Inexcusable Evil Top notes: gunpowder, ozone

Base notes: Angelica, Sandalwood, Oak Moss, Galbanum Resin, Amber, Musk

Heart notes: blood, bandages, iodine, burning flowers, guaiac wood, copaiba oil, nagarmotha

Base notes: fallen concrete, rain, incense, sandalwood

Baby Vamp Top notes: orchid

Heart notes: Smoke, blood

Base notes: Labdanum, tonka bean

Josh: Reliqvia Top notes: Patchouli, Incense, Cashmere Wood, Guaiac Wood, Sandalwood

Heart notes: Orange blossom, Scots pine, Cloves, Lentisk, Amyris

Base notes: Elemi, Sweet Orange, Black Currant, Nutmeg, Smoke Notes, Tobacco Leaves

Chameleon Top Notes: Bergamot, Lemon, Madagascar Ylang Ylang, Mango, Pink Pepper, Star Fruit, Violet Leaves

Heart Notes: Cashmeran, Clove, Coconut, Frangipani, Jasmine, Saffron, Salty Skin Accord, Sea Breeze

Base Notes: Amber, Woods, Musk, Opoponax, Patchouli, Sandalwood, Vanilla, Vetiver

[undertale-writing-times]

What do they smell like?

Uhh.. E...everyone?

I tried to do all of them lol.

Sans: I'd say ketchup tbh lol

Papyrus: Hmmm maybe oil? I'm not all that sure. Most likely oil though. And sauce.

Blueberry: He smells like sauce! From cooking as well as oregano and a faint scent of berries.

Stretch: He smells like oranges! As well as honey.

Red: Mustard, oil, and ash for some reason.

Edge: I feel like he would smell like fancy cologne and strawberries. The strawberry one is a lot weaker. Oh! And sawdust

Axe: I would say… hmmm… you know, most likely the scent of dirt, cut grass, and strangely a strong scent of cinnamon.

Noodle: Rich patchouli, black pepper, and sandalwood blended with hints of vanilla.

Lord: Coffee, Lavender, and that's pretty much it.

Mutt: kumquats and oranges!

King: I would say… watermelon! Mixed with wine.

Alpha: It might be shocking, but he smells like clean clothes, and clean sheets and such.

Overlord: Smells like fancy soap, for some reason.

Pup: he would smell like sugarcookies and just those basic candies. Just really sugary.

Commander: I think pine trees? For some reason.

Hound: Honeycrisp apple cider.

Chief: He smells like coconut, lemon, and just a basic sweet scent.

Wolf: Dirt mostly lol and a few different woody scents.

Royal: he smells like gunpowder, and fire. As well as just... metal.

Fang: Dirt, soot, and a few other things from underground. He smells pretty nice.

Prince: jasmine, wild rose, and sandalwood!

Canine: Oh! Sweet creamy coconut, hints of vanilla, and hints of musk. He smells really nice.

Leader: fresh water with hints of floral notes. Think sorta like uhh… gain laundry detergent?

Beast: think STRAWBERRY and creme shampoo. Like the kind you can buy from the dollar tree.

Grandeur: He smells so much like really fancy cream.

Behemoth: Brownies, marshmallows, and caramel.

Tycoon: He smells like brown sugar for whatever reason.

Brute: He smells like herbs and flowers! Mostly like... really earthy.

Cloud: He smells like a fresh rainfall.

Bat: smells a lot like roasted marshmallow :)

Superior: Lavender, crisp lemon leaves, and fresh apple.

Exo: He smells like he rolls around in fallen leaves lol.

Brilliance: Lavender for sure. Plus hints of blackberry and lemon.

Werewolf: similar to lily of the valley, violet, and lavender.

Vivid: Orange zest and nectarine with a hint of pink rose scent.

Lycan: He smells like salt water and suntan lotion.

Ruler: Green apple candy!

Pooch: I would say he smells like matches and mint.

Sheriff: He smells like honey and gunpowder.

K9: He smells like rose petals steeped in honey. It has hints of raspberry and leather.

Crowned: I'd say maybe bourbon mixed with nutmeg and pine

Whelp: Hmmm I'd say sweet almonds, cherries, and vanilla beans!

Dynast: Fresh dew, flower gardens, herbs, and light earthy tones.

Mongrel: Musk mixed with fresh amber

Cosmos: Vanilla, cinnamon, clove, and nutmeg.

Galaxy: He smells like smoke and ice cream

Nightmare: For some reason I feel like he would smell like old apples, like not rotten, but like… old.

Dream: His scent changes to be whatever is your favorite scent! :D

Passive: He smells like old trees, old books, and a few other things.

Oxi: You know those spicy candies? Fireball candy? Yeah, that's it.

Sleeper: Strong lemongrass, bergamot, and citrus

Coma: Maple pancakes, apples, and cinnamon

Gloom: He smells like dark chocolate.

Wiseguy: Fancy cigars, fancy bourbon, and smoke.

Bones: I think he would smell like peony rose and vanilla!

Clip: He smells like roses, fancy bourbon, and chocolate.

Books: He smells like old books a lot.

Crank: He smells a lot like smoke. Under all that smoke, he smells like soap.

Envy: fresh cedarwood, patchouli, rich leather, sandalwood, exotic amber and musk.

Pride: bay leaves with orange peel and zest. Hints of gunpowder.

Calamity: He smells like black cherries! As well as gunpowder and dirt.

Tragedy: Rich leather and blazing cinnamon.

Crisis: They would smell like hydrogen peroxide and some other stuff that is used to clean wounds and clean up messes. Really strong lemon.

Field: He smells like dirt, grass, and leather.

Crop: Fresh mint with white musk.

Diva: Cigar smoke, fancy drinks, fruity scents and roses.

Charm: Sweet fresh coconut and citrus with orange, pineapple, and cherries.

Corn: He falls asleep in the dirt a lot so… dirt :)

Harvest: Smells like geranium, bergamot, and rich spices. Hints of amber and wood.

Sheep: He smells like blueberry muffins! :D

Duster: He smells like oil, grass, dirt, and farm things.

Lover: He smells like fruits and rich florals. Rich chocolate and amber.

Hearts: Fresh roses! Hints of strawberries too.

Beau: Sort of smells like bubblegum? Not exactly sure.

Dreamboat: Bourbon mixed marshmallows!

Reap: Coffee, dead roses, and light dirt.

David: He smells like grass, leaves, and other plants.

Wraith: He has a faint scent of burning wood.

Screen: Butterscotch!

Keys: Sweet, rich, brown sugar baked vanilla, and cocoa powder.

Chua: I'd say he smells like pennies for some reason.

Dracul: He smells like just... heat.

Shifter: they have no scent at all.

Streams: smells like sugar cookies with buttercream icing.

Social: He wears a lot of different types of perfume :)

Maiden: I think baby powder for some reason

Vestal: He smells like white roses, and milk chocolate

Eros: You know those giant lollipops? He smells like that.

Aphro: Rich coffee with hints of cream, spice, and roasted scents.

Venus: It's too faint to really tell

Cuddles: Warm spices, cinnamon, clove, and nutmeg.

Astra: Lavender and Lilac

Alioth: Campagne, nectarine, and blackcurrant.

Sugar: the smell of white chocolate, vanilla, and blue razzberry.

Sweetie: White chocolate and vanilla.

Cross: chocolate, metal, and hints of dirt and cut grass.

Error: no scent really.

Ink: it changes depending on his emotion :)

Fairy: sugar cookies!

Splat: He smells like paint and sadness lol

Fresh: no scent.

Rad: Same.

Fresh Ink: No smell.

Dusty: He smells like dirt, pine, and woodsmoke

Powder: honey mostly with hints of nuts.

Cupid: chocolate, woodsmoke, and hints of cinnamon

Fragment: Just blueberries.

Stardust: Sweet milk chocolate, hints of butter, creamy vanilla, and hints of smoke.

Shooting Star: Smells like walnuts and gunpowder.

Killer: For some reason, vanilla but a hint of what smells like tar.

Passion: Fried pastry with cinnamon, sugar, caramel, and hints of creamy dark chocolate.

Desire: thick scent of leather and smoke.

Feral: a strong scent of dirt and oil, metal too.

Sharp: Same as Feral but mostly dirt.

Oak: He smells strongly of dirt and strangely vanilla.

Sunflower: Gun Powder, leaves, and mud.

Supernova: Burnt almond cookies and iron.

Sunspot: sweet stuff. Mostly sugar and tea.

Snackers: He smells like Pepper for some reason...

Butcher: A strong scent of honey, like gross strong, and they do that to cover the scent of blood even if it isn't there anymore, they can still smell it.

Bud: He smells like flowers and grass :D

Vine: Same as Bud.

Strawberry: Smells like many different types of fruit.

Beloved: Animal Hide, Leather, smoke, and light perfume

Mercy: old papers and ink.

Ashes: Freshly-turned Soil

Rigel: strong smell of mint.

Vega: Line-dried Laundry, and Copper

Daydream: Sweet apple scent that’s way too strong. 

Delusion: he smells like clean clothes and sheets. A really relaxing scent like hints of lavender and such like that.

Mur: Blood Orange and lemon. Leather too.

Solar: Sun-soaked Sand and sunflowers

Nightfall: Melting Chocolate, Wildflowers, and Mahogany

Sunset: leaves, bark, and violet.

Scarlet: coal, smoke, and leather. 

Leopard: iron, smoke, and it smells like blood.

Rosy: Maple syrup! :D

Shadow: the scent is VERY faint and is sort of like a light tar smell

Cinnabar: He smells like spicy cinnamon.

Lace: Has a weird scent of snow

Lamp: Poppies and other flowers

Shade: violets and lavender.

Chills: Damp Earth, hot chocolate, and whipped cream scents. 

Shiver: oil and the smell of something burning.

Slay: I'd say iron, dust, and faint scent of honey but smells a lil gross.

Nymph: Strawberries, freshly cut grass, and the nice smell of dirt.

Fae: smells like good hay and sweets.

Empire: he smells like freshly picked apples!

Aquatica: has a faint smell of the ocean and sun-warmed sand.

Skillet: He smells like burnt food lol

Determ: A strong and overwhelming scent of strawberries.

Orion: he smells like sweet smelling welding fumes and burning metal.

Altair: has a faint scent of raspberries and rum.

Astrophel: Raspberries, apples, and just a lot of random fruits.

Atlas: he smells like just... strong smell of fresh air.

Soul: Oranges, cream, and blueberries.

Chains: Cinnamon and spicy scents. He smells like a pepper.

[sweetberrysmooch]

HC: And There Was Only One Bed (Affectionate) [pt. 1]

(Zzzzzzz.....)

(This is unfortunately gonna have to be in several parts, mainly so I can get something out to you guys while still being able to work on the rest ^^)

Basic sleeping hcs with ya boys, and sort of... smell hcs? Idk, I got into a mood and couldn’t stop writing about smells so here it goes lol.

Characters: Dream, Techno, Wilbur.

Warnings: There’s mentions of nightmares in Dream’s and a emotional breakdown in Wilbur’s, but that’s it.

Song Recommendation: Dream A Little Dream Of Me- The Mamas & Papas.

Up Next- Quackity, George, and Bad. [pt. 2]

Hope you have nice day today <3 Enjoy!

Dream:

Depending on where you’ve fallen asleep, Dream will kind of work with your position before he lets himself relax.

He prefers it when the two of you are in your bed, with him near the closest door and on his back and with you sleeping against his side, arm stretched over his middle. It’s a good way for him to be between any intruders that may come and to still have you close. But no matter where you are, he has to make sure that he can protect you before he lets his guard down.

Another position he likes is when you’re tucked against his chest under his chin, sitting on his lap or curled up together in bed. Being tall with a broad chest means he makes a pretty good pillow, so use those puppies when you can 👀👀

Smells like a forest, most times. Almost like wild honey, but it’s a very delicate smell. You don’t notice it until your first hug, when you were upset and crying and he pulled you to into his arms so you could hide your face. Now you smell it everywhere he is, in your house, on your bed, even your clothes smell like him. Neither of you say anything, but he slowly begins leaving his soap at your house. Just in case, y’know, if you ever run out.

Other times, when he seems a little more... off, he smells like the beginning to a storm, like ozone and petrichor. Those days he doesn’t speak that much, and keeps you at arms length. He sits quietly and watches your doors and windows with obvious intent, and is gone before morning. You don’t think he even moved from his spot throughout the night, much less slept there. You don’t see him for a few days afterwards.

Usually he remains as still as a log, but sometimes he has fidgeting fits where he twitches and grumbles to himself. Sometimes you’ll even catch him speaking full-on sentences, though they don’t make much sense. Mostly normal out of place stuff, but once you heard him talking about someone called DreamXD, and figured you’d ask him about his oc the next morning.

He has nightmares often too. It’s hard to tell when he’s asleep but he’ll wake up sweating and trembling and lean over you to check you’re still breathing. He won’t ever tell you what they’re about, but it isn’t hard to guess when he buries his nose into your hair and holds you tightly like you might leave him.

If the two of you aren’t sleeping in your house or completely alone, he won’t sleep until you are. Sleep loss doesn’t quite affect him like it does others until after a pretty long time of not doing it, to which he’ll become surlier and more angry until he eventually just clocks out. He wakes up extremely well rested 2 days later and the process repeats. Sleeping at your house is the closest he gets to proper sleeping, and it’s the only time he can ever feel truly relaxed when doing so.

When he can’t fall asleep, he goes straight to watching you. He gently plays with your hair and fiddles with your fingers, relishing in how unmarred and soft they are in comparison to his much rougher, bigger ones. It’s a sure fire way to get him to mellow out and relax, and he finds that sleep ends up coming much quicker.

(Dream wakes up in warmth one night, with rain knocking on window panes instead of what ever shelter he could scrape together and a fire crackling far off. He deduces immediately that he’s in someones house, and it doesn’t take long before he notices the owner, asleep in his lap. 

Your legs are slung over the arm of the padded chair he’s sitting in, a book (one of his own, he acknowledges, an older version of a well known storybook that he has memorized already) loosely held onto in your hands, and your head rests on his shoulder. 

He expects to feel worried soon, the fear of you getting close to him reappearing to ruin another close moment. But it never comes. All he can feel is the safety and comfort you always emanate, driving away his tension and soothing his mind. He closes his eyes, and falls back asleep.)

Techno:

Techno is very very touch starved ^^; While he may not be the only one on this list that is, Techno is definitely the most…. shy about it. He won’t ever directly ask to sleep next to you, and will actively try to avoid that. He’s afraid of making you uncomfortable but also of being close to you in general? It’s an odd mix of emotions, like eating mints and a hot pepper at the same time and then feeling hell fire burn inside of your body. Anytime the two of you have to sleep in the same room as each other, he will immediately offer you the better spot and go find a chair to sleep in, and he won’t accept a no.

The most you can do is make the choice to go sleep next to him. It’ll weird him out a little before becoming overwhelmingly endearing when he processes the fact that you would rather sleep next to him than somewhere more pleasant. When you’re asleep however, he’ll pick you up and move you to the place where he wanted you to be. He’ll drape his massive cape over your body and (after assuring himself six different times that you are in fact asleep) softly press a kiss to the crown of your head. If he runs his thumb over your cheek once, then thats his business.

Later on in your relationship though, after he relaxes and settles a bit, it’s pretty unusual if you don’t fall asleep next to him. He still won’t outright ask for it, but he kinda just hopes that when he starts his nightly routine before bed that you’ll just join him without needing to be asked. Having you there helps him sleep better, you act as both a silencer for the voices and someone to hold close when he’s at his most vulnerable.

When sleeping in bed together, he prefers to pull you close and curl around you in a half pulled fetus position. He’s usually a heavy sleeper, and actively clings on to you when asleep. It's an impressive feat if you can break free from his strong arms while they’re wrapped around your middle, and you leaving inevitably wakes him up. He’ll go searching for you then, barely awake, just to pull you back to bed to be his teddy bear again.

And speaking of the voices, while generally they’re loud and insistent, occupying his mind more than he does at times, their reaction to you baffles him so much. In place of the usual screaming is gentle mumbling, quiet whispers about how nice you look today or how pink and soft your cheeks look. It’s a welcome relief, and no matter how he hard he ignores the fact that he’s wrapped around your finger, he’s glad to know they care for you as much as he does.

He also smells pretty nice, it’s this natural musk he has mixed with a muted minty scent. The mint smell comes from this fancy soap Phil had gotten him a while back that he hadn’t given much thought about until you said something. Techno’s already a clean kind of guy, but after hearing your praises of his smell he almost begs Phil to get him more.

Snores, but in a quiet reserved way. Sometimes he makes soft cute noises, like little happy sounds when you snuggle into him more, or bashful grumbles when you kiss him before bed.

(Sunlight flickers through the blinds of Techno’s room, streaking across your face and waking you from sleep. Sighing quietly, you lift your head a little and stretch as best you can while being held in place at his side, before snuggling back into your spot, fully content to stay there for the rest of the morning. 

As you enjoy the moment, you savor the gentle snores that rumble in his chest, his strong heart thumping beneath your ear, and the way his hand kneads your hip as he wakes. 

‘It’s a good morning to sleep in.’ Your mind says quietly, and with how he rolls over to face you and kiss your forehead, it seems Techno thinks so too.)

Wilbur:

The way Wilbur sleeps really depends on what Wilbur it is.

To start off though, a few general things. He’s a neat sleeper, doesn’t snore, doesn’t move a whole lot, and smells pretty nice too. His smell also came from a fancy soap he got from Phil, but it smelled like sugar and lemons and it was a lot heavier than Techno’s. He would always take showers before bed because he knew you liked how it smelled, and often he would offered to share it with you (so that you would smell like him). Once he was exiled, he didn’t have the liberty of bathing as frequently as he used to, and he stopped using the fancy soap because he thought it felt tainted. He’d end up smelling like stale air and gunpowder, though he’d never tell you what the smell was from.

With sleep, if it’s pre-Pogtopia Wilbur, you get a fairly standard sleeping arrangement of him crawling up into between your legs to flop down on your stomach with a sigh, waiting impatiently for you to get comfortable and curl around him like you usually do. Your hand comes to cradle his head closer to your chest and he nuzzles into your collarbone before falling asleep near immediately. The two of you wake up tangled completely together and immensely comfortable. Wilbur used to sleep in on days like that, quietly savoring the peace that came with you and your generous hands that would slowly brush through his sleep-messed hair. Even after the election, when he starts descending into madness, the memories serve as a final comfort to him.

Post-Pogtopia Wilbur (Vilbur, if you will) is a stark contrast to his old self. He’s more bitter, more reserved, and even more paranoid. He doesn’t sleep with you anymore, at least never consistently, and the only times he does is when he’s so emotionally fraught that he passes out from the stress and lack of sleep midway through you trying to calm him down. You usually end up just kind of holding him close, praying that when he wakes up you can settle him before he works himself up again. You fall asleep like that, tired and restless.

(He rouses from sleep a few hours later, curled up in your arms and still exhausted from the breakdown. Your chest rises and falls slowly behind him, face smushed into his hair and completely relaxed. 

For a moment, all is calm again. He can pretend that it’s just how it used to be before the election had happened, that the two of you are back at home, happy and stable. 

His hands tremble when they reach for yours, and he grants himself the freedom to cry while you’re still sleeping, ignoring the fact that the next day will be just like the last, and that nothing has changed.)

See you next time :D

[schwarzwaldcr]

He knows when she's nearby.

Not by sound. You don't make a sound in this Zone if you've been here long enough or are born of its very fabric. Sound kills here in various cruel ways, and good Schwarzwalder stalkers barely even make the shuffling of cloth or jingle of tack, if that. Muting their very existence from the world in the hopes of staying alive. Even when running full bore between the tree trunks and that is a good reason to fear their prowess and their need for survival, where they would be capable of eliminating even their heavy taxed breath in everything but sight.

It's not that looming presence either, a slight pressure on the back of the neck of being watched. Many things here have that and he's felt it wafting off the monstrous spindly Ritters that slip around through old ruins, or the imposing giants of the various Trees that shuffle about in their own daily routines. The Wolf is for sure a creature of a woman, that much is certain, with such an intimidating presence it makes most surprised to learn she's still human at all. Not to him though, he's used to her by now.

No, it's the smell. Tones of freshly-rained soil and rose-oil, with the tang of gunpowder and gun oil and human musk faintly beneath, wreathed together with the smell of smoke. Clove tobacco isn't so hard to come by. A sweet spice that overrides the earthier taste of tobacco beneath and clings to every fiber and crevice it can find. Little sprites too fleeting sparking to life mysteriously from the gaping maw of the silver wolf's head pipe and clinging futilely to something on their way to non-existence.

An exhale as she wafts passed him and calculates with little effort how to traverse the steep slope of the roots in front of her, the glow off her eyes reflecting off those tiny delicate tendrils as they vanish into the ether around her head like a broken halo. The crooked smirk as she utters just three low words:

"C̛ ͘H À N͠ ̨G ͏E I S̶ C̀ O͠ ͞M I N G҉......"

It sounds like more than one person is speaking, a distinct undertone of creaking wood like trees in a heavy wind. But all Guides here tend to speak for the Schwarzwald, and likely this is an instance it is using her to relate the latest news, albeit vague.

He might have hesitated a moment to let the goosebumps settle, but in the face of change in a Zone as old and as dangerous as this one, it's better to stick around a Guide. So instead, he follows the smell and shifting plume of clove smoke disappearing down the ridge.

Change is coming, and it is somewhere behind them.

[fringchound-a]

Smoke + Wulf

Drabblus Promptus || Always Accepting

He knows when she's nearby.

Not by sound. You don't make a sound in this Zone if you've been here long enough or are born of its very fabric. Sound kills here in various cruel ways, and good Schwarzwalder stalkers barely even make the shuffling of cloth or jingle of tack, if that. Muting their very existence from the world in the hopes of staying alive. Even when running full bore between the tree trunks and that is a good reason to fear their prowess and their need for survival, where they would be capable of eliminating even their heavy breath.

It's not that looming presence either, a slight pressure on the back of the neck of being watched. Many things here have that and he's felt it wafting off the monstrous spindly Ritters that slip around through old ruins, or the imposing giants of the various Trees that shuffle about in their own daily routines. The Wolf is for sure a creature of a woman, that much is certain, with such an intimidating presence it makes most surprised to learn she's still human at all. Not to him though, he's used to her by now.

No, it's the smell. Tones of freshly-rained soil and rose-oil, with the tang of gunpowder and gun oil and human musk faintly beneath, wreathed together with the smell of smoke. Clove tobacco isn't so hard to come by. A sweet spice that overrides the earthier taste of tobacco beneath and clings to every fiber and crevice it can find. Little sprites too fleeting sparking to life mysteriously from the gaping maw of the silver wolf's head pipe and clinging futilely to something on their way to non-existence.

An exhale as she wafts passed him and calculates with little effort how to traverse the steep slope of the roots in front of her, the glow off her eyes reflecting off those tiny delicate tendrils as they vanish into the ether around her head like a broken halo. The crooked smirk as she utters just three low words:

"C̛ ͘H À N͠ ̨G ͏E I S̶ C̀ O͠ ͞M I N G҉......"

It sounds like more than one person is speaking. But all Guides here tend to speak for the Schwarzwald, and likely this is an instance it is using her to relate the latest news, albeit vague.

He might have hesitated a moment to let the goosebumps settle, but in the face of change in a Zone as old and as dangerous as this one, it's better to stick around a Guide. So instead, he follows the smell and shifting plume of clove smoke disappearing down the ridge.

Change is coming, and it is somewhere behind them.

@chaotictechnocracy

[theslytherininhufflepuff]

Amortentia

- (n.) One of the most powerful love potions, it’s known to smell like what attracts the person smelling it.

this is how imagine how amortentia would smell to reader for each character :) i was just like thinking about it bc of everyone on tiktok sayingg draco smelling like apples (you will find that i disagree)

Harry Potter

I imagine him smelling a little floral, a hint of citrus, and like roasted chestnuts. He smells very cozy, homey even. Warm smells.

Hermoine Granger

She smells like summer rain, brand new books, and ink. It’s a refreshing and welcoming smell. It would remind you of cleanliness.

Ron Weasley

So like all the Weasley’s, he’s got a warm fireplace smell. He differentiates with a almost lake smell. I headcanon that’d he’d be found by a lake or creek when he’s lost in thought.

Draco Malfoy

Vanilla. I imagine a musky smell, but with that sweet smell of vanilla and mint. He probably has that one gucci colonge that just smells so nice. (idk the name i just know the smell) His cologne would not be overwhelming, it’d be subtle.

Fred Weasley

This is the one I’ve thought about most. I imagine he has that fireplace smell, BUT he smells vaguely of chocolate and gunpowder. He smells SWEET. If you ever smelled the perfume Pink Sugar, like that but a hint of chocolate axe. god hed smell so good i msoryrry

George Weasley

Another Weasley!!!! He’d also smell sweet like his twin, but he’s got more of a cedar, woody smell to him. A very welcoming smell.

Luna Lovegood

She would smell like newspaper, sweet flowers, and soft incense. I imagine shes one of those girls who burns incense while she studies or draws. It’s a very nice smell :))

Neville Longbottom

He smells like the Bath and Body works smell ‘Kaleidoscope”. From how they describe it, its an iris, cedarwood, clean musk, and pink pepper mix. It smells so nice, it’s a smell that would hit you hardest when you sit under stars in a green area on a cold night in spring.

~

This is all I have for now!! Please, note that these are my personal headcanons! Also, all my headcanons stem from the movies. I don’t own the books and I can’t go to a library currently to borrow them due to covid. In the future I’ll read them and probably update my opinions lol

If you liked this and want to know my opinions on other characters feel free to let me know. I’ll tag you. ❤️

[lawevades-a042023]

LET’S DO A WEIRD HEADCANON THING !

WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE:   He wears a slightly sweet and fresh cologne that is not sickening or overpowering. It’s ‘delicious’. He often has a hint of gasoline to him because of the amount of time he spends with cars and fixing cards too. Sometimes he smells like the burnt smell of gunpowder. He doesn’t have a strong musk.

HOW THEY SLEEP (sleeping position, schedule, etc.):   Spread out like a starfish, sometimes on his back, mostly on his stomach. Eddy has slept alone for most of his life and his sleeping position is evidence of that. He often gets to bed at 4 to 6 am, sometimes later, sometimes earlier. A lot of the stuff he has to do for work is best to do at night when there are less witnesses. He actually gets an average of 8 hours of sleep, some days it’s 7 hours and others 9 hours. 

WHAT MUSIC THEY ENJOY:   UK drill and grime are his favourite two genres, but he also listens to trap, gangsta rap, drill and other types of rap sometimes. He is not a big pop person, but he will enjoy a few songs that are right to him. He respects female artists. Other genres besides those mentioned he respects but it’s not for him. He is not the type to judge someone’s music genre or even push his own favourites onto anyone.

HOW MUCH THEY SPEND EVERY MORNING GETTING READY:   Not much. Depends if he’s taking a shower or not, but he often takes a shower before bed so in the morning all he has to do is get dressed and get coffee. I would say within half an hour he is ready and that half an hour is with everything included from waking up to being ready to go.

FAVORITE THING TO COLLECT:   Money. He likes collecting cool karambits, switchblades, knuckle brasses, other knives and rare football (soccer) cards.

LEFT OR RIGHT HANDED:   Right handed. He’s close to being ambidextrous, but not fully.

FAVOURITE SPORT(S):   Football (soccer), jet skiing, snowboarding, snowmobiling, all/most motorsports, wrestling. His favourite sports to participate in himself is motorsports (usually circuit racing or drifting) and football (soccer).

FAVOURITE TOURISTY THING TO DO WHEN TRAVELLING:   Insists on trying to speak the language at restaurants, shops, etc to be helpful to the locals and doing it horribly with a thick British accent. Visiting and taking cliché (sometimes faceless) photos with the most known attractions.

FAVOURITE KIND OF WEATHER:   Sunny with a bit of cloudy weather, not too hot that you sweat profusely but hot enough that you don’t need layers. Perfect for being active with sports or racing circuits.

WEIRD / OBSCURE FEAR THEY HAVE:   The fear of being eaten alive or swallowed whole (also being caved in on by a natural disaster) or the idea/concept of being eaten alive or swallowed whole. There’s no real origin or reason for the fear, it’s just a thing.

THE CARNIVAL / ARCADE GAME THEY ALWAYS WIN WITHOUT FAIL:   Shooter games in both carnivals and arcades. He has great aim and he is competitive with things he knows he is and should be good at. Has won Skee-Ball and Whac-A-Mole a fair few times. He also wins DanceDanceRevolution more often than he wants to talk about. But he’s a very good dancer so ...

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[neil-neil-orange-peel]

Which Rik n Ade duo do you reckon stinks the most? I think Colin, Alan and Kevin smell nice, i like to think Kevin smells a bit floral cause he liked sniffing flowers and Alan is very expensive cologne. Colin is cheap perfume he nicked from mummy. Every other Rik character smells like literal shit. Flashheart smells like sex all the time obviously, gross 😂 Fred smells like Wizz Fizz

The smelliest duo is probably a toss up between Richie and Eddie (of Bottom) and the Dreamytime Escorts. They're all guys who live in filth and never do anything about it. 😂

Rick and Vyvyan still smell (not as much as Neil, though, I think he's the smelliest young one), but we are given canon evidence that the young ones wash themselves... In disgusting muddy water. But still! Rick looks pretty clean in Nasty. Mike is the only young one to wash as regularly as he should, and he probably has cologne. We know from Bambi that they don't wash their clothes regularly, so that's probably the only thing that would affect Mike. As for the group as as whole, though? Don't wash enough, don't wash their clothes enough, don't keep their house clean - it's a smelly time. Rhiannon in Interesting remarks that their house smells like a gents. 😂

But that's just students for you. Especially boys. I know, my nose has the trauma to prove it. In real life, one day they'd grow up a bit and start washing properly. The Hammersmith Hardmen and the Dreamytime Escorts clearly missed that memo.

You've got me thinking about what I'd guess various bastards smell like, so...

Fred smells like the outdoors, like grass and other plants, as if he's been out there for hours and hours (he has, he had a lot of fun). His hair smells like the wind. Lizzie doesn't have an overpowering aroma, but a pleasant one once you pick it up - a comforting natural smell, maybe mixed with a vague hint of whatever soap she's using at the time. Kevin probably smells like whatever detergent his mum uses, and sometimes he comes in smelling of nature too when he's been investigating. Yeah, Flashheart definitely oozes sex, which is powerful enough to turn on almost everyone in his vicinity. Rick smells like pimple cream and BO. Vyvyan also smells of BO, but with an added hint of smokiness. Neil reeks of BO and gone off vegetables. Mike smells like cheap, overpowering cologne. Richie from Bottom stinks - BO, sweat, spunk, other old disgusting stains. Eddie smells similarly of BO and suspicious old stains, but with a perpetual added boozy musk. The Dreamytime Escorts smell like gin, sweat, grease, and BO. The Dangerous Brothers smell like gunpowder. Alan smells deceptively appealing, of course, of only the best fragrances on the market. If you get close enough, you could probably smell the product in his hair, but few get that close. Bad News collectively smell like cigarettes and leather, but once alone Colin objectively smells the most pleasant. This is because he has a day job in a bank and has to keep on top of his hygiene. Den probably quite often smells of paint, Spider smells of whichever drugs he's been taking recently, Vim smells of lager and desperation. Eddie Catflap smells like cigarettes and lager, Richie Rich smells fake - like he's just this instant put on new clothes and new cologne - and Ralph Filthy leaves a perpetual whiff of alcohol, fags, and something rotting in his wake.

So there's a few bastards. 😂 I actually have quite a sensitive sense of smell, which isn't always fun. Thanks for the ask!

[mankatzu]

bmyk characters ranked on how good they smell

from nicest smelling to stimkiest

Okita -- smells like freshwater and soap. bathes the most often and is generally very cleanly, has good breath too.

hijikata -- pretty up there in terms of hygiene. insists he doesn't care about his looks/"being prissy" but still adjusts himself every time there's a mirror. he takes a lot of pride in it. would wear cologne if that's like a thing in this era. smells like tobacco a little

Kondo -- is pretty matched with hijikata but has more of a boozey/sweat undertone to his musk so he gets the middle spot

sakamoto -- I love you man but I just know he doesn't where socks with those boots. has good oral health but just doesn't always have time to bathe. smells like dirt but I mean that in a good way does that make any sense

yankee -- HE HAS APOCRINE SWEAT GLANDS it's not HIS FAULT!! actually tries to be clean but he just naturally sweats a lot/gets a little stinky. has an undercurrent of like sweat and leather to him and gunpowder

[krscblw]

ghoul perfume associations pt. 2 (halloween edition)!

halloween ghouls! a little bit murderous, a little bit monstrous. is the slight scent of blood from the perfume or did the ghouls just get back from a hunt? who knows.

(i thought it would be fun to make a Halloween/fall edition of the ghoul perfume list I made before, so here it is! for most of these the first scent is a little bit out there, and the second is more wearable/lighthearted.)

cw: themes of death and injury, a lot of talk about blood and murder

Aeon

Notes: clean linen, lavender, marshmallows, blood. Aeon smells clean and gentle, but that cleanliness is tinged red and metallic on the edges. 

Perfumes:

Plutonian -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Soapy cleanliness sullied by blood and ashes.”

Sleepy Ghost -- Poesie Perfume

“Haunted by insomnia? Let this friendly ghost lull you to sleep with the blissful combination of marshmallow and lavender. You’ll be dreaming in no time!”

marshmallow pillows sprinkled with natural lavender essential oil and absolute for sweet dreams

Aether

Notes: amber, wood, blood. Aether smells warm and golden, resinous and a little bit spicy, like the ideal fall day spent lounging in front of the fireplace. But every so often you catch the edge of something that smells suspiciously like blood… 

Perfumes:

Blood Amber -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Slivers of warm, pulsating blood forever crystallized in golden amber resin.”

The Dead Rise -- Poesie Perfume 

“I did not sleep well, though my bed was comfortable enough, for I had all sorts of queer dreams. There was a dog howling all night under my window, which may have had something to do with it; or it may have been the paprika. — Jonathan Harker’s journal”

dark roasted coffee beans spiked with fresh cardamom pods, cubes of brown sugar, ambroxan, cedar

Alpha

Notes: leather, smoke, spices, rot. Alpha smells aggressive and dangerous – and he is. Of all of the ghouls, Alpha is the most likely to admit to his hobby of hunting unsuspecting Abbey visitors for sport. 

Perfumes:

Eau de Ghoul -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Dessicated skin coated in blackened ginger, cinnamon, and mold-flecked dirt, with cumin, bitter clove, leather, and dried blood.”

Hellfire -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“A scent celebrating Sir Francis Dashwood’s Order of the Knights of St. Francis of Wycombe, also known as the Hellfire Club. A swirl of pipe tobacco, hot leather, ambergris, dark musk and the lingering incense smoke from their Black Mass.”

Cirrus

Notes: dark fruits, musk, metal. Cirrus smells alluring enough that you can almost ignore the way her nails are a little too sharp, her smile a little too wild. Her idea of flirting is offering to help you hide a body, and you’re not sure she’s joking.

Perfumes:

The Enterprise of the Night -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Inspired by the opening pages of Circle of Blood. The scent of vice and darkness: flashing neon, oil-tinged petrichor, fading perfume, smeared lipstick, and the faintest touch of gunpowder residue.”

The Witch Queen -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Wild plum, red musk, tuberose, calla lily, heliotrope, pimento, ylang ylang and beeswax beneath a dark haze of sinister purple-hued incense smoke.”

Cumulus

Notes: florals, sugar, poisonous chemicals. Cumulus smells sweet, sugary in a way that gets stuck to your gums and makes your teeth ache. She has the face – and scent – of an angel, but something about the way her eyes follow you makes you uneasy. 

Perfumes:

Shelley, Byron, and Keats -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Uncompromising idealism, haunted romanticism, fatal ennui, and a heady amount of scandal and vice: red roses and pale carnation with a draught of laudanum, smears of opium tar, a hint of absinthe, and mercury ointment.”

Tiny Phantom -- Poesie Perfume

“You see it there in the glass, a tiny phantom - a glimpse of white in an otherwise dark room. But there’s no need to scream, and there’s no need to faint -- the thing in the darkness is you.”

innocent pink roses, marshmallow buttercream, pale white musk, antique mahogany

Dewdrop

Notes: dark fruits, smoke, ash. Dew smells like the remnants of a house fire that may or may not have been set on purpose. He smells like if you knew what was good for you, you wouldn’t let him out of your sight. 

Perfumes:

Djinn -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Myths surrounding the Djinn paint them as many things: benevolent champions of mankind and slaves to mad sorcerers, malicious incubi / succubi and energy vampires, or malevolent harbingers of madness and disease.” 

The scent of black smoke, of crackling flames, and smoldering ashes.

Silent Hill -- Spirit and Venom

“The combination of foggy air, deep fire smoke, dark pomegranate, and hints of overturned dirt and honey. Welcome to Silent Hill!” 

Ifrit

Notes: black tea, brimstone, incense. Ifrit smells dark and clinging, slinky in a way that sets you on edge. He smells like going to sleep and knowing you won’t wake up. 

Perfumes:

The Chapel -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“In the center of the room, a groveling figure is crouched before a woman draped in purple-black clerical robes. The woman’s eyes are filled with righteous hellfire, and she extends a hand in benediction to the man who has fallen prostrate at her feet. He murmurs, “Libera Te Ex Caelum”, and she gestures for him to rise. As he gets to his knees he winces in pain and moans in a strange expression of ecstasy, and you see small horns growing from his skull.”

Black incense, bitter wine, brimstone, bile, and blood.

Darkness -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Bottled gloom; the essence of oblivion. Blackest opium and narcissus deepened by myrrh.”

Mist

Notes: water, herbs, blood. Mist smells herbal and cold, like the transition of fall into winter. She smells a little bit sweet, a little bit metallic, a little bit dangerous. Her scent reminds you of rain so heavy and cold you can barely take a breath. 

Perfumes:

Frostbite with Polar Bear Attack -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Slashes of sleet punctured by a coppery gout of blood.”

Villa Diodati -- Poesie Perfume

“A stately house on the edge of Lake Geneva, ringed by Swiss Alps so picturesque they look painted on the sky, in 1816 Villa Diodati hosted a group of travellers whose time there would forever be marked in history. As storms raged outside, in its candlelit rooms Mary Shelley conceived of her mad scientist and his iconic monster. Down the hall, poor Doctor Polidori (who was hopelessly in love with Mary and possibly Byron), was penning a little story that would inspire another little story. Bram Stoker’s Dracula. You may have heard of it.”

pungent wild rosemary and fresh balsam pine, crystal clear lakewater, dry, dark vanilla

Mountain

Notes: greenery, earth, poisonous mushrooms. Mountain smells like crushed leaves, like little brown mushrooms, like the change in the air when the calender hits October. He smells earthy and damp, as if he spent the day digging holes… for plants, of course. Right?

Perfumes:

Sinister Groundskeeper -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“A menacing figure in grassy overalls and mud-flecked boots, with a wheelbarrow full of sharp yet rust-stained implements. At least, it looks like rust…”

Clods of moist soil, crushed dandelions, and the coppery clove-tang of dried blood.

Death Cap -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“A lethal poison bundled up in a dainty, innocent little package that was oft times found in ancient witches’ flying ointments and astral projection balms. A warm, soft, ruddy scent, earthy and mild.”

Nimbus*

Notes: peach, rose, blood. Nimbus smells sweet – slightly earthy, slightly metallic – but overwhelmingly like peaches that are so ripe they fall apart in your hands. She smells like the thorn bushes that shrikes impale their prey on – but there aren’t any corpses in her garden. Probably.  

Perfumes:

Sentence First, Verdict Afterwards -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Off with her head: white roses, tea roses, climbing roses, blood red roses, and a cluster of thorns, blood-spattered and sword-sharp, with clove bud and tobacco flower.”

Astaroth -- Fantome

“Ripe peaches, pumpkin flesh over a bed of red musk, honey cakes drizzled with white chocolate, & roasted pistachios.”

*i headcanon nimbus as a earth/air multi

Omega

Notes: wood, amber, ink. Omega smells like the ghost of a once-warm sitting room. He smells like amber, like polished wood, like seeing something out of the corner of your eye and feeling watched for hours afterward. 

Perfumes:

Quintessence of Dust -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“The passing: beeswax and smoke, yellowed paper and well-worn leather books, droplets of spilled ink, faded incense, blood-tinged salty tears, and the metal of the knife that skewers that illiterate zombie philistine’s portrait.”

Parlour -- Fantome

“Parlour is an atmospheric fragrance that is inspired by a 19th century Parlour at the height of the Spiritualism movement. Conjuring the dimly-lit rooms filled with dusty spirt boards, sweet wood, and magic.”

A darkly polished mahogany rapping table, spirit boards, sweet rosewood chests, burning incense, and a hint of vetiver

(i have this one and i love it sm, it's the best woody scent in my collection)

Rain

Notes: seawater, ozone. Rain smells like the ocean right before a storm: murky, almost-sweet, hair-raising. He smells like swimming in deep water and feeling something grab your ankle a little bit too tight for you to believe that it was just kelp. But it had to be, surely there isn’t anything else down there… 

Perfumes:

Cthulhu -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“A creeping, wet, slithering scent, dripping with seaweed, oceanic plants and dark, unfathomable waters.”

Circe Individiosa -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Salt-spray dotting an azure cove, its waters swirling with noxious poisons and venom drawn from dreadful roots: a cascade of blackcurrant and crystalline blue-green waters infused with theriac accord, bruised henbane accord, white gardenia, pear, cedarwood, emerald mosses, tuberose, and bitter almond.”

Sunshine/Stratus**

Notes: summer fruits, spices, smoke. Sunny smells like the end of summer, right as it turns into fall. She smells like roasting marshmallows, like sticky heat, like biting into a late-summer strawberry and finding it rotten inside. 

Perfumes:

Tongue Wall -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Fleshy and fruity: guava musk, slick strawberry lip gloss, and blood-tainted digestive juices.”

Zombie -- Possets 

“You really need a big dose of toasted marshmallow and oude, a bit of burnt stick, and the unmistakable fragrance of the crisp autumn air. The obvious combination, wouldn't you say? Resinous and foody at the same time. Smoky, sticky fun.”

**i headcanon sunny as a fire/air multi

Swiss***

Notes: smoke, musk, patchouli, blood. Swiss smells like darkness so thick that there could be something right in front of you and you would have no idea – or maybe right behind you. He smells like earthy resin, wine the color of blood, and curling smoke. Something about his scent leaves a metallic tang in the back of your throat.

Perfumes:

Dead for Filth -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Raw Patchouli, opoponax, and a coppery dry blood exhale.”

Nosferatu -- Black Baccara

“A rustling of leaves appears before the footfalls as a group of pale vampires emerge from the autumn darkness. They bring with them the aroma of archaic earth, deep red wine, tobacco smoke, and red roses.”

dark patchouli, deep red roses, aged red wine, dirt, tobacco smoke, and fireplace embers

***i headcanon swiss as a fire/water multi

Zephyr

Notes: dust, ozone, dry rot. Zephyr smells like a house long abandoned: dusty, faintly sweet, a little bit like rotting floorboards. It’s a scent that draws you in as much as it pushes you away – like a haunted house that has become so lonely, it will do anything to make you stay. 

Perfumes:

Yorick -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Grave dirt, bone, decay, angel’s trumpet, and moldering scraps of shroud: the essence of finality.”

Attic Ghosts - Paranormal Perfumes

“Attic Ghosts is an antique, timeless Victorian mansion. The house on the hill. Flickering lights in the hallways, shadows in the windows. Footsteps. Apparitions. A locked door to the attic.”

dusty wood, chestnut, smoke whisps, vanilla absolute, orange blossom, rose petals, jasmine, vetiver

if you got this far, thank you for reading! this one was SO fun to make, i hope y'all like it too. (and as always i would love to talk more about this/hear other people's thoughts!!)

[failedhero-archive]

When the love of your life has something sexy they’d like to show you, include you in, you’d be an idiot to say no. And while Dean doesn’t always make the best choices in love he said yes when it counted. He’s glad of it even if he’d been a bit apprehensive at first. Just because he didn’t know how a thing worked doesn’t mean it doesn’t. So he’d try. Can’t promise anything here Ashy but I’ll try it out for ya. 

And now he’s sitting in a chair that could be a bit more comfortable with Ash standing so close behind him he can smell his cologne. He missed that smell. Of gunpowder and musk. Grave mistake, Winchester Dean shivers at the words but keeps most of his composure intact. The kiss placed beneath his ear and that composure dissolves as he shivers because of it. Already his arms are prickling up in goosebumps and that’s from Ash’s voice alone. He loves Ash’s voice. 

“Yeah yeah I got the disclaimer Ash I’m ready to go man, you just plug me in and tune me out.” Dean should be more worried but he meant it when he said he trusted Ash. He knows Ash would never do anything that he knew Dean wouldn’t want him to. He knows he’s safe with Ash one hundred percent. And there’s the possibility that Dean might get as big a kick from this as Ash does? What the fuck else is there to talk about?

Dean hadn’t been expecting that second bit. Hadn’t thought Ash knew that but- of course he did. There’s a vulnerability about having that out in the air like this but Dean doesn’t, well he tries not to react. No one knew that about him- so he thought. He almost wants to tell Ash not to tell anyone but- he stops. Safe. He’s safe. 

“I never want you to stop anyway” he admits 

And if he had any doubt of that safety Ash kisses his neck and the thoughts fly out of his head all over again. He loves these kinds of kisses as if Ash couldn’t wait until they were facing each other. Imagines him bouncing around behind him and yeah, Dean huffs out a little laugh at the thought.

for @evilsded​ continued from xxx

[katymacsupernatural]

Little Gifts

Dean Winchester x Reader

1200 Words

Written For: @spngenrebingo​

Square Filled: Falling in Love

A/N: This was commissioned by a dear friend @abbessolute​. I hope this is kind of what you’re looking for!!!!

Warnings: Lots of fluff!!!!

Your room in the bunker had quickly become your own Oasis. Filled with little things that brought you joy, it was also probably the most changed room in the whole place. Your mattress had been switched out a couple of months ago, giving you one that was so much more comfortable than those old feather down ones.

You had replaced the scratchy blankets with soft and silky ones that just made you want to snuggle in bed all day. Your comforter was thick and plush, colorful to light up the drab room.

Pictures were taped to the walls, pictures that Dean and Sam always seemed to roll their eyes at, but never ignore your plea for them.

It made this brick and tile place your home. A place that you could come back to and feel like you belonged. A place that made you think, at least for a little while, that everything was going to be alright.

But it wasn’t always an Oasis. Sometimes it seemed more like a prison, a place where you hid away, trying to hide the fact that your whole body was out to get you. Or at least that’s what it seemed like.

On days like that, while you were tucked away in your room, Sam and Dean always seemed to give you the privacy you desired. Never asking questions, but there if you needed them. Especially Dean.

Dean. The man who had shown up one afternoon, promising to keep you safe. It had only been a vengeful spirit, but it had created a lasting friendship. And a new life for you. And while a hunting life wasn’t perfect, it gave you the family you had always desperately wanted.

But things with Dean had started to change recently. He had always been there for you as a friend, but you felt yourself growing more attached. Your heart fluttered when he did the sweetest little things for you.

Sure, you had never expected Dean to be a romantic, and he wasn’t. Not in the exact sense of the word. But on days when you stayed hidden in your little room, he made sure that you knew you were cared about.

The first day it was a brand new coffee mug, filled to the brim with peppermint tea. It was a purple mug, with Eeyore and some of his quotes. You loved Eeyore. You connected with him on a personal level, and it surprised you that Dean had remembered. Taking the tea, you gave him a smile, your heart fluttering at the unexpected gift.

The next time you found yourself wrapped in bed, wishing for the pain to go away, Dean quietly stepped into the room. His arms were full of the fluffiest blanket you had ever seen, his emerald eyes full of concern. “Thought of you when I saw this,” he spoke softly, placing the blanket over you.

That was all he said as he left your room, but you didn’t need him to say anymore. His actions spoke louder than words and brought a glimmer of hope in an otherwise gloomy day.

The third time, weeks later that you found yourself almost in tears at the pain, you sent them on a hunt, planning on spending the day sleeping away your pain. Dean had seemed hesitant to go, but you insisted, pleading with him to save another innocent life. He squeezed your hand for a moment, his calluses rough against your skin, the touch almost too much for your body to take. But you cherished the touch as he drove the Impala away, down to Texas to save a family from some ghouls.

Ignoring the soup you had promised him you would eat, you took the blanket he had so kindly given you before climbing onto his bed. It still smelled like him, an intoxicating aroma of mint, gunpowder, and musk. Wrapping yourself up in the Eeyore blanket, you let the comfort of just being in his room lull you to sleep.

Feeling better, you woke up to realize you were no longer alone. “Dean?” Your voice was thick with sleep. He was in the chair beside the bed, his head propped on his hand, sleeping awkwardly. But the second you spoke, he sat up. “Y/N, you’re awake!”

That’s when you realized you were still laying on his bed, wrapped up in the Eeyore blanket. Blushing, you started to climb off, but he held up his hand, stopping you. “I’m so sorry Dean,” you whispered, your eyes downcast. “I just missed you and I…,”

“Don’t apologize,” he insisted. “Y/N, I knew you were hurting, and I hated leaving you. Sam got Garth, and I came back. When you weren’t in your room, I was worried that...well, then I found you here, asleep.”

“I didn’t mean to invade your privacy,” You apologized again.

He stood up, taking a bag from the floor before sitting on the bed beside you. “Y/N, to be honest, I liked seeing you here, sleeping on my bed. It’s killed me to know that you’re in pain, and I can do nothing about it.”

Dean handed over the gift bag, and you opened it up to find the sweetest stuffed Eeyore inside. Cuddling it to your chest, you could feel tears welling up. “I know how much you like Eeyore. And I figured it’s because you connect with him. It was the only thing I could think of to let you know how much I care about you. Y/N, I love you.”

Your mouth hung open as you took in his words. You had always cared for Dean, but the way he cared for you when you were down had you falling in love with him. But you had never expected him to reciprocate the feelings. “Dean, I…”

“You don’t have to respond,” He answered quickly. “I know it’s a lot, but I just wanted you to know my feelings. To have you know you’re never alone in this.”

“Dean, I love you too,” you blurted out. “At first, I cared for you as a friend. But these past few weeks, I’ve come to realize it’s blossomed into love.”

“Good,” He answered awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Because there’s more.”

He nodded down to your plush Eeyore, and that’s when you saw it. A simple gold silver band, rimmed in gold. It had Eeyore in the middle, and one of your favorite quotes. “Some days look better upside down.” You both read at the same time.

“It’s a promise ring,” he explained. “I didn’t want to force you into anything, but I wanted to make this promise to you. That I will always be here for you. On the days you’re feeling good, and the days you can hardly get out of bed. I don’t want you to hide them anymore from me.”

You could feel the tears trickling down your cheeks as you threw your arms around him, amazed at the sweetness this seasoned hunter was showing you. “Dean, this is absolutely perfect.”

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