#Rosy Psyche

[userminghao]

[231026] Park Myungsoo's Radio Show

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[thirdity]

There are moments when the elixir of life rises to such overbrimming splendor that the soul spills over. In the seraphic smile of the madonnas the soul is seen to flood the psyche. The moon of the face becomes full; the equation is perfect. A minute, a half minute, a second later, the miracle has passed. Something intangible, something inexplicable, was given out — and received.

Henry Miller, The Rosy Crucifixion

[isopawds]

My personal takes on what bioshock "big daddy's" look like underneath. After all, with ADAM... the flesh becomes clay. What excuse do we have not to sculpt, and sculpt, and sculpt, until the job is done?

[permafrown]

s/i(s) + scents but it's the only brand i've ever known and worn !!!!

BATSCYTHE ; NOCTURNAL (No. 34)

" Evoking up-all-night evenings dancing under the stars, crisp woody Cypress entangles notes of warm Vetiver, carrying you away to a clandestine woodland ballroom. There, rich amber tones of Dark Patchouli and Night Musk pirouette to the tune of the night owl’s call. "

FRAGRANCE NOTES ; Cypress, Dark Patchouli, Vetiver, Night Musk

PSYCHS ; EVERYTHING & NOTHING (No. 10)

" A bright burst of citrus and layers of sweet blossoming florals. Romantic and optimistic: Pressed Petals, Tea Leaves, and Sweet Orange create an enchanting sensory experience. "

FRAGRANCE NOTES ; Sweet Orange, Pressed Petals, Desert Moss, Tea Leaves

(idk where these notes are coming from bc this shit straight-up smells like chemicals)

ROSALIE VALENTINE ; TAINTED LOVE (No. 62)

" Not for the faint of heart, a fragrance sparked by the complexities of love with warm notes of Dark Vanilla Bean, sensuous Sandalwood, provocative spices and an unexpected kiss of sweet Orchid. "

FRAGRANCE NOTES ; Dark Vanilla Bean, Orchid, White Tea, Sandalwood

[revvethasmythh]

*laughs nervously* totally not worried about dueling orin. totally not

[4junhao]

221210 LA3C performance // Credit: rosypsyche_8

[rosicheeks]

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[bvnga-aprikot]

WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO YOUR THRONE

[kalmeria]

“goddamn / god bless you” enstars english lyric moment of all time

[spilladabalia]

Penny Ikinger - Poison Berries

[thinkinonsense]

BLUSHʚɞ

logan howlett x fem!reader

cw: pure fluff, slightly nsfw

wc: 400+

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Saturday mornings were a pivotal part of your relationship with Logan. It was the one day when nobody was allowed to bother the two of you. The day was spent wrapped in sheets and in each other's arms. Everyone in the mansion assumed you spent the day ravishing the other, which may or may not be a part of it; but it wasn't the main focus.

Logan laid you on top of his bare chest, heart to heart, while his right hand rested on the end of your silk pink underwear and his left hand traced lazily up and down your back. A lit cigar dangles from his lips; occasionally your hand that's laced around his neck will come and move it from his mouth only to replace the cigar with your lips.

Most of the time, you two sit in peaceful silence together during this time. Logan used this time to memorize every inch of you; engraving somewhere deep in his psyche.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" You hum, lifting a little to stare at his gorgeous hazel eyes. "Got another girl that you're daydreaming about?"

Logan knew you were teasing him, but when he saw his dog tags resting on your chest, he quickly shook his head 'no', "You're it for me, princess."

You smile at him with these doe eyes and he thinks you've put a spell on him. Logan loved how well you knew him; and how well he knew you in return. The 'big bad wolverine' was becoming a gentle romantic in the palm of your hand.

"Stop it." He playfully growls, looking anywhere else but your pretty face. "You're makin' me soft."

"Hm..." You sigh teasingly. "Usually, I have the opposite effect on you."

Logan is quick to look back at you with hunger in his eyes now. His grip on you tightens; sending a thrill to your tummy.

"Is that so, dollface?"

In the blink of an eye, Logan easily flips both of you over. You whine as he goes for your neck; kissing and nipping at the soft skin there. He adores how responsive you are. Can hear the way your heartbeat increases and can smell your eagerness. Your chest rises and falls as a rosy blush creeps up your face under his intense gaze. Logan loved it when that natural flush of color appeared; means he's doing something right.

"Mhm," You groan, throwing your head back when his canine teeth sink into the delicate skin. "You know you love it, Lo..."

You could feel the truth rubbing up against the inside of your thigh; he couldn't deny it even if he wanted to. Logan's biggest weakness is you.

"Whatever you say, princess..."

[userminghao]

[231028] 'Seventeenth Heaven' Music Korea Fansign

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[euclydya]

hello . who wants to hear abt our DE sona/oc/whatever it is . tbat i spent yesterday brainstorming about. on a whim.

[zephyrchama]

We know there's cooking duty, and trash duty, and various cleaning duties that the brothers rotate who's in charge of. They take turns shopping for groceries. When MC becomes their attendant in Nightbrighter, some of these chores are foisted onto them.

Is there a laundry duty? Does MC have to do everybody's laundry? Does Asmodeus keep buying more and more outrageous underwear to leave on top of his laundry so he can tease MC?

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“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Whaddya think you’re doin’?”

Mammon walked into his room and caught you red-handed with a pair of his yellow briefs. He nearly flew across the room to snatch them out of your hand.

“Uh, the laundry?” You gestured to a basket of Mammon’s dirty clothes that had been collected from all over. “This would be easier for me if you left it in one place. Getting all of your stuff every week is like a scavenger hunt.”

Mammon threw the dirty briefs over his shoulder. They landed somewhere on the opposite side of the room for you to find again later. You looked at him in exasperation while reaching for a pair of crumpled-up jeans. His face had a rosy tint.

“Why are you doing the laundry?” he demanded.

“Because it’s my job as your attendant,” you answered.

“Wh-? Like, just this week?”

“I’ve been doing your laundry for the last three months, Mammon.”

He craned his neck forward in shock and waited a beat, as if you would say psyche. It’s not that Mammon couldn’t understand you, but this was new information he did not want to process. A hand rose to his forehead, sliding upwards as he pushed in frustration. “Well... cut it out! You look like a pervert. How would you like it if I did your laundry, huh?”

That’d be nice. “Could you, please? That would be great. I don’t have a day to do my own wash, given there’s seven of you and only seven days in a week.” Chores, RAD duties, and devilsitting took up every waking moment.

Mammon sighed and ruffled his hair. He muttered, “Seven…" In an instant, his attention snapped back to you.

"Seven? You’re doin’ everyone’s laundry?” he shouted.

You were ready to pull his jacket off yourself if he wouldn't cooperate. “Yes! And I’m short on time so just give me your dirty clothes!”

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You cracked the door open ever so slightly. Leviathan was preoccupied with a game at his desktop, the back of his chair pointed at the door. The chair shook from the intensity with which he smacked the controller. Now was the perfect time. With the goal of being as quiet as possible, you crept into Leviathan’s room and made a beeline for his laundry hamper.

“Dooooooooooon’t touch those!” The pitch of his voice rose and fell impressively as Leviathan jumped and scrambled across the tile on all fours to physically block you from the laundry. Did he see your reflection in the monitor? His headphone cord popped out of the PC, its headpiece falling down to tug at his neck, and the gaming controller clattered to the floor. Leviathan slid in between you and his laundry basket like an athlete safely sliding onto a base.

In contrast, you just stood there wide-eyed with a tub of detergent in one hand.

Leviathan stammered a few times, realizing he might have overreacted. “So, uh. You see, Mammon gave us all an earful for letting you touch our clothes,” he explained. “He clearly didn’t listen when Lucifer told us you were doing it.”

“Oh, and you knew? Good job, Levi!"

You both smiled, Leviathan chuckled bashfully at the praise.

"Now give me your laundry.”

His face fell.

“No, wait! I knew you were doing it! But… you know, I never really thought about it. And for once, I think Mammon has a point. So, please!” Leviathan pressed his hands to the floor and bowed his head to the ground. A pose he learned from anime. “I’ll do my own laundry from now on! Just don’t touch it anymore!”

“Why? I've always been careful, I check the tags on your shirts so the colors don't bleed.” All of the brothers' clothes had insanely specific washing instructions. Compared to laundering suit jackets and leather and silk, colorful graphic t-shirts were a walk in the park.

Leviathan did not budge. "That's true. Still, I have dignity that must be protected!"

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Beelzebub goes through almost twice the amount of clothes that his brothers do due to his regular workouts. Thankfully, he helps you carry them all to the laundry room so you're not struggling alone.

Beelzebub already had everything neatly sorted into two baskets - regular clothes and workout clothes. They were all ready to go when you showed up for the weekly collection. He let you take the lighter one.

Before the two of you left the bedroom, Belphegor called out, "are you doing laundry?" His head lolled over the side of his bed.

"Yeah, do you need anything washed right now? You can put it in with mine," Beelzebub kindly offered.

Belphegor wormed to the edge of his bed and picked up an empty pillow case. "I drooled on this and stuff. Can you take care of it?"

"Sure," you said. "Pass it over."

Getting up was far too much work. Instead, Belphegor loosely balled up the pillow case. With the world's laziest throw, he tossed it in your direction. It managed to sail through the air. It smacked the side of your head and landed on your shoulder.

"Thanks," Belphegor yawned, having already turned his back to you and Beelzebub.

[permafrown]

s/i carrd is up for now ! ^_^; it ain't much but it's there

[revvethasmythh]

Gave Gale a shield on top of mage armor and now he has an AC of 16, which is the most protected this man has EVER been