#another 13

[mmepastel]

Hum hum.

J’ai succombé à L’orpheline de Lutens que je trouve extra. Austère mais changeant, mystérieux, mystique. Après plusieurs vaporisations, je n’ai plus été intimidée par la fleur élégante : j’ai eu l’impression qu’elle disparaissait au profit de l’encens et du bois. J’ai trouvé un flacon vraiment pas cher sur Vinted.

Cependant, je trouvais la tenue trop légère. En passant un temps fou sur internet et en lisant mille avis de parfumeurs aguerris, ou de fans désappointés, j’ai entendu parler d’Ecsentric Molecule 01, un parfum minimaliste de niche lancé dans les années 2000, très cher, alors qu’il ne propose apparemment qu’une molécule : Iso E Super. Une molécule synthétique présente en parfumerie, censée entrer en synergie avec d’autres notes et fragrances, pour les « porter ». Une molécule imitant le musc, et se faisant presque piquante, fusante, effervescente. J’avais très envie de tester la chose. Sauf que le prix, quoi. Et là, voilà ti pas que je tombe sur Instagram (je crois ?) sur la maison Divain qui ne se cache pas de faire des dupes de parfums. Des copies, quoi. J’étais suspicieuse, étonnée qu’ils aient le droit de faire ça. Mais j’ai vu le prix d’un flacon du clone d’Escentric Molecule 01 (numéro 576, donc) : 12 euros. Ça a eu raison de mes scrupules et doutes.

J’ai reçu mon flacon ce matin. Je n’ai pulvérisé qu’un pshitt sur mon avant-bras,et j’ai immédiatement aimé ce que j’ai senti. Je ne connais pas le parfum imité, vous l’aurez compris, mais ce que j’ai senti sur mon bras m’a immédiatement plu. Quelque chose de scintillant, de lumineux et de musqué. Je l’ai senti toute la journée, contrairement à ce que beaucoup d’utilisateurs disent, se plaignant de ne pas sentir cette note synthétique (il paraît qu’on retrouve cette note dans le parfum Another 13 de Le Labo, autre maison hors de prix, et que là encore, des tas de gens ne sentent pas grand chose, voire RIEN - j’imagine leur frustration). Je pense qu’on peut aisément porter 576 seul, dans plein de circonstances : l’été, au travail si on envie d’être en mode discret, à la maison, avant de dormir par exemple, pourquoi se priver ? 12 euros les 100 ml !!! Bref, pour se donner un environnement « cocon », néanmoins assez attractif. Ce soir je le teste en « layering » (oui, j’ai du vocabulaire maintenant 🤦‍♀️) avec L’orpheline. C’est trop tôt pour dire si cela fonctionne comme « propulseur » ou « fixateur » ou que sais-je. Je n’ai pas envie non plus de dénaturer le travail de Serge Lutens. Je vais procéder à divers essais.

En tout cas, ce soir, je sens parfaitement l’encens envoûtant de L’orpheline, ce qui reste un enchantement sans cesse renouvelé. Et, derrière, dessous, à côté, je ne sais, je sens une rondeur très charmante. Il va falloir que je mette au point mon dosage, pour savoir qui et combien pulvériser.

Résultat, je m’amuse, je zone le nez en l’air avec des fragrances qui me plaisent, ma foi, que demander de plus ?

PS : je viens d’avoir un flashback olfactif. Il me semble que le parfum d’Annick Goutal, Nuit étoilée, partage bien des points communs avec 576… (c’est pourtant un mélange fraîcheur citron/menthe et pin !!, allez comprendre…)

[linipik]

one step forward, two steps back 

first | < Part 1 | Part 2|  tbc>

[370005]

its jade (wow)

[keferon]

Yea...I ..hm

Mistakes on mistakes until.. Until I scratch a hole in my tablet because I can't stop drawing them👌

[starry-bi-sky]

i think i'm hilarious -- aka i made blood blossom danny au memes

all of these come from my DpxDC prompt "i am pushing the batdad agenda--" and it's corresponding additions in the reblogs ksdjlf.

i am. rotating them in my head. forever and always. personally i think there should be more batdad aus in dpxdc, their dynamic could be neat. :)

[abstractfrog]

THE GLORIA SCOTT - part 2, and a follow up to my comic for the first half of this scene! thanks sm to @crashingmeteorz for allowing me to source validation for my whimsical cosmic approach to this moment <3

[a-for-apocalypse]

reposting my youtube comment onto here bc its literally all i can think about. caitvi may have been affecting each other's lives for far longer than they know (they may have been saving each other for far longer than they've realized too).

I've seen a lot of good theories about where the timeline divergence came from (damn the arcane fandom is so big brained sometimes, good job y'all), but this one consistently rots my brain from the inside out bc my god. i will never get over the underlying tragedy of ep 7. how one small difference could have changed it all.

arcane really is a story of what ifs, each more painful to think about than the last.

[sentientsky]

watching thirteen's era, and this is pretty much the gist of it so far:

[yuno-karei]

Misfits water gun fight! Who will emerge victorious? Only one way to find out

I did this piece for one of the @mairumadevizine prints! It was also done long before the beach chapters in the manga and I really just... balled with their designs

[etheriankid]

"i wanna see the bubble bath!" me too adora, me too

[daily-singularity]

You should draw Hux and Wesker beefing over who's got the cooler methods of evolution; Uroboros vs whatever Hux is cooking in the kitchen (metaphorically).

Those are worms Wesker….

[fork99]

guess what day it is

[locksox]

more commission work!!!!! enderman!skizz for @zeebee823 :]]]!

[lostpimplepatch]

I think a lot about Jason missing his adolescence and the dismorphia he must feel waking up in a body twice his size all of a sudden.

But recently I've been thinking about the loss Bruce and Dick must feel for missing that portion of his life that they were likely looking forward to. To need to look up at their baby boy/brother all of a sudden when your last memory of him you could carry him on your hip. This man has a whole personality, memories, experiences they don't know about when just yesterday they knew everything about him.

The idea of Jason not having any scars after the Lazarus pit is also angst central usually. Jason shows up and says "I'm not the kid you knew". They look over him and the small burn on his wrist from when him and Dick tried to cook? Gone. The scar on his back from falling in training that led to him and Bruce taking a PT break together? Nowhere to be seen.

When they work together they slot into his right out of habit since he's had more of an opening there since he broke his arm but... That injury doesn't exist anymore so he moves out of that position. And they're left with that small reminder that he's grown now. He's still Jason but they don't know him like they used to anymore.

[emdeerm]

Past saves Present

Og fic ig

In some cultures, it is believed that children are able to remember bits of their past lives till the ages of 3-5.

For Danny, the opposite was true. He got his memories at exactly the second he turned 5.

And he had to promptly dodge the blade of the boy in front of him.

His brother, his mind supplied. His twin.

Danny stopped swinging his own sword, focusing on dodging and avoiding the fate of being a slashed pillow. His new/earned skills especially helped with that greatly as his head was seriously trying to re-kill him.

"I yield," he rasped as he jumped away from his brother and looked at their Mother. "My head hurts, Mother," he added pitifully.

His twin looked slightly concerned for a second, before schooling his face in a way Grandfather has been teaching them.

"Tch." But he did put away the blade before their Mother, said a word.

"Dynial, Damian, you are not to stop until you have received permission in the future."

The boys nodded. Mother took their hands and led them out of the private training ground back to their rooms.

Danny spent the rest of the day lying down, slightly feverish and miserable as his brain was processing and acclimating the new set of memories. Clockwork said it wouldn't be too bad. We'll, the clock bustard has been wrong. It fucking sucked.

His brother was hovering. Their Mother was always around, not letting anyone into their space. Ra's is being kept in the dark.

A peaceful rest was all he needed for his brain to finish sorting out new information. And Danny was stuck in a bit of a dilemma.

You see, Damian and Dynial love their Mother, strive to be the best Demon Twins, and see nothing wrong with their life so far.

Their hands are still clean.

Danny, on the other hand, has many MANY choice words for his current situation and one Clock Ghost.

You want to try reincarnation ONE time! No wonder others don't really do that.

-------

Their days continued like they did before he got his memory back. It wasn't hard to be Dynial when he actually was him.

The nights were filled with planning. And a personally assigned mission: get Damian to be interested in normal things.

Stars weren't much of a hit. Uncultured child.

Animals were a little intriguing.

Simple art and craft projects seemed to hit the spot.

Keeping their little meetings and activities hidden wasn't as hard as one would think. Mother still had her missions. The two of them were often left alone in their wing of the place, the supervisors being allowed only till the doors. Ra's was the Head. He didn't check in on them all the time. The two of them weren't slacking in their training either and were considered prodigies.

Danny wanted out of this Cult.

A many months after feeding different information, facts, crafts and so on to his brother, Damian was curious. He was suspicious about the sudden knowledge but he was also 5. He only had to reference the Lazarus Pit (unfiltered and dirty ectoplasm? Seriously? Clockwork, you can't expect him to work on his vocation) once to convince the child.

They snooped around and found out that they had a father out in the world.

Danny got a plan.

It was super stupid. And dangerous as hell. As well as literally (half)suicidal. But he felt it in his chest and knew he'd succeed.

His Core was here. But it was sleeping. And if he wanted to be safe and away from here, he needed to start it up again.

The big pool of Ecto would do just fine. His Core would filter out the impurities.

He didn't want to stay here until his hands no longer protected. He didn't want such life for his brother either.

---

Damian infiltrated the Lazarus Room just in time to see his brother jump into the Pit.

He ran to the edge.

He was sinking.

The green was too bright. The smell around them was too much. His ears rang.

He reached towards the water, eyes unseeing and hands numb. His heartbeat was too loud.

His brother's wasn't loud enough.

"Don't touch the puddles, Dami, you'll get sick," a gentle, cold hand stopped him from diving.

The child looked up. His brother was floating above the water. He looked all wrong. But he was there.

"I didn't want you to see this part..." his brother laughed awkwardly as he landed next to him. A bright ring of light blinded Damian for a second.

And his brother was back.

-----

Getting used to his powers again felt nice but tedious. Soothing his twin was heartbreaking. He didn't think this through hard enough.

Their Mother was none the wiser to the fact that one of her children died and came back. Nore was she privy to the escape being planned by both.

On one moonless night, when Mother wasn't there, the shift was changing and the world was asleep; two boys phased through the walls and flew. Small bags of stuff were strapped onto them as they traveled to their father.

Mother's notes called him Bruce Wayne, Batman, Beloved and Detective.

It wasn't hard to find him when they arrived.

Though, Danny didn't expect a furless furry and a pantless child to be their new family.

Can he ever get a normal Family???

[snailfen]

weavile bring good luck, not bad luck. i have weavile- see, him face, and i am not dead today... good luck!