#blackberry chapstick

[cupid-http]

[rin-henricov]

Headcanon

Cyclonis uses chapsticks with the aroma of blackberries.

[weaverpop]

More Lionsword Headcanon’s!

Jing hates anything flavored in strawberry!

Strawberry candy, strawberries the food, strawberry medicine. All of it! And not just in a “oh this tastes bad” way. It’s more of a “If I see this in my house it’s on SITE”

Nezha, by contrast, LOVES anything Strawberry (minus the medicine). Especially the pastries! He even has hoodies with strawberry themes! However, he HATES anything in BlackBerry. Can’t even stand the smell!

Jing LOVES blackberry. He has shampoo scented with it, chews blackberry gum, eats blackberry ice cream, ect.

These two go to absolute WAR over this!

Jing’s blackberry chapstick is replaced with strawberry.

Nezha’s Stawberry yogart is replaced with blackberry.

Jing buys a blackberry house freshener.

Nezha buys strawberry scented incent.

It’s hell on earth and neither of here two idiots are stopping anytime soon.

Poor azure is stick in the middle of this. XD

(Which one are you?)

[frozenyogxhurt]

In the meadow

In this meadow, this encapsulating friendly meadow, where grasshoppers play kiss chase and golden tussock howl folk song, I find myself drowned by a torrent sea of melancholy. The dilapidated barn to my left left by Old Man rights itself as a place of safe haven to the size 4 Converse in my headspace. Its broken oak slats and craking ruby-stain chapstick snapping back care-free snapback wearing polaroid snaps of a smile worn brightly by pairs of souls surfing the soil for tractor embossings. Right now those tracks lead to nowhere. An imminently collapsing memory that would be a beautiful metaphor for my fragmenting self. So, secondary absent-eyed being borderline bursting my personal space, why do you ask why is it that I am here? In this meadow, this dastardly comforting meadow, where white is neither sheep nor cloud and Selene is seldom seen. In a tomb that gifts great reflection from butter to sandstone. In an embodiment of caring free. Why do you ask? Have I made it obvious I plan to shout from the tippy-top of the tallest mound that I have returned to this lustrous desert that leaves notes of blackberry and ginger loosely lingering on my lips? Why is it that I am here? In a place that to my lapis eyes lacks anything but a tinge of simple slate grey. A heavy slate grey. A gigantic and never-gentle grey. Why? Am I here? Is it that I miss her? Is it that between the sing-songs of bright grasses and hopping dances of local long-horns I see her swing the sleeves of cream cardigans? Is it that blissful barn that created a home from home for believers of the future that in the future broken can be beautiful? Truth is, I don't know. But she loved being in this meadow. So much so it became a symbol wrapped around my finger. Something I still can’t let go. So. To be troublesome, and reply with a difficult question of my own, why would I not be here? I don’t think I’ll ever leave.

@flashfictionfridayofficial

[whore4abby]

idk where everyone went but i personally think it's a crime that no one is tasting the blackberry chapstick i have on rn 😔😔

-🐢

hehehh im right hereee hello ????

[lookingat-the-moon]

My blackberry flavoured chapstick and i are going to kiss so many girls (hopefully)

[itryperfumes]

BPAL: Witches' Tea

From the website: Blackberry Thorn Tea

This is a 2023 Halloweenie scent. I got a nearly-filled full size bottle of the swap group, and I know both the lab's berry and green notes work well on me, so I'm expecting to enjoy this. I think it'll be a fruity, fresh sort of scent.

WOE! WOE TO ME FOR I WAS WRONG!

It came out on my skin like a pink berry candy, like a chapstick with a hint of plastic underneath it. I couldn't stand it. I had to scrub it off. I'm so disappointed! I was sure I would love it.

To the destash pile!

[radawaycunt]

I had a really stressful dream in which i was just going around and around in this incredibly large CVS and i was desperately looking for a nivea blackberry chapstick but for some reason i couldnt find it

[amazinggraciegurl]

Expect the Unexpected (Chapter 18: Change)

Saturday December 16, 2017 (senior year of high school) 10:15 pm

Briar can't believe this is happening. She rushes through the halls, struggling to hold back the tears that are pushing against her eyelids. Faybelle's venomous words still ring in her ears, stabbing her heart like knives. “Whatever! Go back to that dipshit girlfriend of yours! You guys are perfect for each other! Boring, wimpy squares!” All Briar had said was that she wanted to go back to her dorm to check on Ashlynn. Ashlynn has had a terrible stomachache today. She thinks it’s food poisoning from the weird-tasting veggie burger she ate yesterday. She threw up twice this morning. As always, though, Faybelle had taken offense at Briar’s friendship with her BFFA and lashed out. “What do you have against Ashlynn?!” Briar had yelled, her eyes stinging with tears. “She’s my BFFA, and I’m worried about her! That is it!” “Well, I know the real reason you’re constantly with her!” Faybelle had shouted. “You just want to get in her pants! You’ve got the hots for her! I can tell!” “What?!” Briar had spluttered. “I’m constantly with her because she’s my best friend forever after! Not to mention she doesn’t treat me like shit! That’s it! I’m not going to let you treat me this way anymore! We’re over!” “That’s fine! You go run to that freak and cry boo hoo hoo!”

Then Briar ran, faster than she ever had out of the dorm Farrah had enchanted into a ballroom. This was Briar’s event, the party after the holiday talent show. Almost everybody had left at this point, off to bed. All of Briar's friends had retired to their dorms already. There wasn't anybody to chase after her, to pull her into their arms and console her. She’d never left a party before, but she just couldn't be there anymore. Not with Faybelle, face purple with fury, leering at her. Not with the few remaining partygoers staring at her. Not with the force of her pounding heart shaking like an earthquake in her chest. She needs Ashlynn.

Now she's standing outside her dorm, and she forces herself to stop. She takes a deep, shaky breath. "Get yourself together, Briar," she hisses. Ashlynn is sick, and Briar shouldn't get her embroiled in her drama. "Come in," says Ashlynn, her voice hoarse, when Briar knocks. Briar tries to hold her head high and not let her emotions get to her, but the second she sees Ashlynn sitting in bed, a blanket around her shoulders, all messy hair and tired eyes, she loses her composure. Tears begin to stream down her face. "Hey," Ashlynn says. "I thought you'd be back later than this. I told you I'm fine. Wait–" She furrows her eyebrows. "Are you crying?” Briar chokes back a sob, angrily rubbing a fist over her eyes. "Hey," Ashlynn cooes. "Come here." She reaches her arms out.

Briar stumbles over to the bed, falling into Ashlynn's arms and burying her face in her shoulder. "It's okay," Ashlynn whispers, holding Briar close as she cries. "Just let it out." Briar sobs, images of Faybelle flashing through her mind. Standing at the top of the rock wall, faces inches apart; she can see the beads of sweat on Faybelle's forehead, like drops of dew on a blue flower. Sitting on the dock, Faybelle's face like ivory in the pale moonlight. The softness of her lips, the taste of her blackberry chapstick filling Briar's mouth. Their hot, sweaty bodies pressed against each other as music blares, the flashing lights of the disco ball casting colorful patterns across Faybelle's face. Faybelle was her first love. She knows that their relationship wasn't perfect. It wasn't even good, honestly. But her heart still feels broken, like there's a gaping wound in it that only Faybelle's love can fill. But the love isn't there; and even if it is, it's not true. It's a twisted kind of love that hurts even when it feels good. So she just clings to Ashlynn and cries, savoring the safety of her friend’s arms around her.

When Briar starts to calm down, her breathing evening out and her tears receding, Ashlynn softly speaks. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” Briar draws in a long, trembling breath. “It's over,” she whispers, her voice hoarse. “For good.” Ashlynn gives her a comforting squeeze. “I'm sorry, sweetie.” Briar takes another deep breath. “I don't know why I was with her in the first place.” Ashlynn is silent, slowly running her fingers up and down Briar’s back. “I just–” Briar sighs, “this is my first relationship, and it only lasted five months before it royally failed. I mean, look at you and Hunter. It’s your first relationship, and you two have been together for over two years now and are still going strong. Am I–am I just not good enough to make a relationship work?”

Her voice breaks as her emotions threaten to overwhelm her again. Ashlynn holds her tighter. “You are good enough, Briar! You’re more than good enough! You’re absolutely amazing, and anybody would be lucky to have you as their girlfriend! Hunter and I–we’re very similar. We have similar personalities, the same interests; there’s really just nothing for us to clash over.” Briar laughs humorlessly. “So, I guess Faybelle and I were just too different. Like I couldn't have seen that coming. How could I be so blind?” Briar pulls away from Ashlynn, looking at her with glistening eyes. Ashlynn reaches out, gently wiping her tears away. “You weren’t blind, Briar,” Ashlynn says, lovingly tucking a lock of hair behind Briar’s ear. “You were...in love.” She laughs softly. “That’s really the only way to explain it.” “I was,” Briar whispers. She sighs, resting her head on Ashlynn’s shoulder. “I know, baby,” Ashlynn murmurs. “I just need you to know, though–you deserve better.” “Do I?” Briar says, her voice hollow. “Or am I just as much of a bitch as her?” “You are not, Briar!” Ashlynn exclaims. “You are such a kind person. I wouldn’t be friends with you if I didn’t think you were absolutely wonderful. You're generous, you're thoughtful, you're funny, you're loving. You care about everybody. You're always there for people, for me. You stand up for others. You're fun, you're adventurous, you're brave.”

Briar’s eyes burn, not with sadness, but with gratitude. “Thank you, Ash,” she says, her voice shaking. “I love you.” “I love you too,” Ashlynn murmurs. “You’re my best friend. Like I said, you're always there for me. And you deserve somebody that will treat you with respect, will show you kindness and compassion. Will listen to you and appreciate you and encourage you and–will tell you that you’re everything.” “So basically like how you treat me?” Briar says, amusement ringing in her voice. “Exactly,” Ashlynn replies, giggling. Briar lets out a shaky laugh. “Well, if I could ever find somebody as amazing as you to be with, then boy would I be lucky.”

XXX Sunday December 17, 2017 1:19 pm As soon as Briar walks through the front door of her castle home, she's bombarded by her brothers, all lunging at her at the same time. "Briar!" they yell gleefully. "Yay! You're home!" Briar laughs joyously, feeling happier than she has in weeks at the sight of her eight brothers, all bright eyes and buck-toothed smiles. "I missed you guys so much!" she exclaims, giving each of her brothers a kiss on the head. "We missed you too!" Loyalty says. "Felix!" Briar exclaims, as the family's golden retriever walks toward them, tail wagging. His progress across the hall is slow. Briar's heart clenches at the sight. He's 16 years old now, and he's slowed down considerably in the last year. But luckily, he still has his signature goofy grin. Briar runs to meet him, crouching down next to him. She giggles as he licks her face. Gently, she wraps her arms around him, savoring the feeling of his soft fur against her cheek. "I love you, boy," she whispers. Her eyes begin to burn, but she pushes down the wave of emotion. She's not going to start her winter break off with a cryfest.

As she pulls away from Felix, giving him a kiss on the head, her brothers once again bombard her with enthusiastic conversation. "And now that you're home, we can go sledding together!" Chivalry exclaims. Briar laughs, ruffling his hair. "Yes, we will definitely do that," she says. "But first, hot chocolate!" Her brothers' eyes light up. They cheer, running in the direction of the kitchen. "Linda, may you please make us some hot chocolate?!" she hears Faithful ask, polite but loud.

"Briar, can I have a piggy back ride?" Honor asks. Briar smiles at her youngest brother, enamored as always by his sweet smile. "Sure thing!" she agrees. She bends over, and he jumps onto her back, giggling. "Oof!" she exclaims, straining to walk. "You're getting so big!" As they take off towards the kitchen, Felix follows them, tail still wagging. "And I lost my first tooth yesterday!" he enthuses. "And the Tooth Fairy gave me twenty bucks!" "Wow!" she exclaims. "What are you going to do with all that money?" "Buy you a present!" he says matter of factly. "Cause you're my favorite sister!" Briar laughs, her eyes stinging slightly, touched by Honor's loving selflessness. "I'm your only sister!" she jokes. He laughs.

They enter the dining room. She smiles at the sight of her brothers sitting at the table, fidgeting with anticipation. She and Honor sit down. Felix lies down at her feet. She reaches down, petting his head. A moment later, Linda, one of the many maids at their castle, walks into the room, holding a tray of steaming mugs of hot chocolate. "Here, Linda," she says, jumping up. "Let us help with that." "Thank you, dear," says Linda as Briar, Honor, and Loyalty each take a couple mugs. They pass them out. Linda sets down the tray. "Come here, my little rose," Linda says warmly, opening up her arms. Briar chuckles, melting into the warm embrace. She's known Linda all her life, and it's wonderful to see her again. She misses everybody at home so much when she's away at school. When the hug ends, Briar kisses Linda's cheek. "It's so nice to be home," she says as she sits back down. "This Christmas is going to be off the page!" "Yeah!" Courage exclaims. "We'll go ice skating and skiing and sledding and build a snowman! It'll be the best Christmas ever!" Briar smiles as she takes a sip of hot chocolate. All she needs to make Christmas perfect is her family all together.

XXX 2:53 pm Briar giggles, running after her brothers up the hill of snow. "I'm going to get you!" she exclaims. "Never, you foul beast!" Gallantry bellows. "Hey, guys! Wait up!" Tenacity yells. "This sled is heavy!" "Loyalty, help your brother out!" Briar says. "Uhh, fine," Loyalty groans. "Honor's the littlest, and he's holding a sled by himself just fine!" Briar rolls her eyes affectionately.

At the top of the hill, she finally catches up to Gallantry. She lunges at him, and they drop to the snowy ground, rolling around together, laughing uncontrollably. "Okay, weirdos! I'm going to sled now!" Loyalty yells. Briar and Gallantry finally get themselves under control. "Phew," Briar says, wiping tears of laughter from her face. "Come on, Briar!" Loyalty exclaims. "Sled with me!" "Oh alright, if you insist!" Briar teases. She holds the sled steady as Loyalty climbs on before jumping on behind him. They sail down the hill, the cold slush spraying their faces. "Whooo!" Briar and Loyalty cheer as they race faster and faster through the snow.

As soon as they reach the bottom of the hill and skid to a stop, Loyalty jumps off. Trust and Courage come soaring down the hill after them. "We're going again!" Loyalty exclaims, running up the hill. "You forgot the sled!" Briar yells. "It's your turn to carry it!" he shouts. Briar rolls her eyes. "Fine," she grumbles. "I guess I need a workout after all the cookies I ate." She makes her way up the hill, dragging the sled behind her. She looks up at the clear blue sky, breathes in the crisp, cold air, and finally, for the first time in months, feels content.

XXX 4:08 pm "Okay, we need a carrot for the nose and raisins for the eyes and mouth!" Briar exclaims. "Oh, and get a top hat, too!" "Okay!" Chivalry agrees. "Come on, Faithful! Let's go get the stuff!" Briar and her other brothers continue to pack snow together, forming a head for their snowman. "He's looking great!" Briar enthuses when the head is complete. "Now let's find sticks for the arms!" "No, that one's too big!" Tenacity insists as she studies a stick she picked up. "Aww, can't he have big arms?" Briar asks. "No, they need to be the right size!" Briar can't help but laugh as she suddenly thinks of Blondie and how similar she and Tenacity are.

By the time Briar and her brothers find two sticks that are up to Tenacity's standards, Chivalry and Faithful are back with the items. "Ooh, I want to put the carrot nose on!" Honor exclaims. "But you can't reach up that high," Trust points out. "That's okay! I can hold you up!" says Briar. Honor giggles, running over to Briar and jumping into her arms. "Oof! You're getting heavy!" she exclaims. She kisses his head, breathing in his sweet scent. No matter how big her brothers get, they'll always be her babies. She smiles as he reaches forward to attach the carrot to the snowman, his tongue out in concentration. "Ta da!" Honor exclaims, when he finishes and Briar sets him down. "He's adorable!" Briar enthuses. "Now, we just need the raisins for the nose and mouth." "I've got it covered!" says Courage. He carefully places the raisins, shaping the snowman's face into a large smile. "Well, he's a very happy guy, I see!" Briar exclaims. Her brothers laugh. "And for the finishing touch," says Gallantry, "here is the top hat." He gently sets the hat on the top of the snowman's head. They stand back, admiring their work. Briar smiles, happiness beating warmly in her chest. "He looks perfect."

XXX Wednesday January 3, 2018 5:49 pm Briar and her brothers sit at the kitchen table, eating sugar cookies. The candlelight flickers, reflecting off the smooth mahogany wood of the table. Felix sits beside Briar's chair, giving her his best puppy dog eyes. She giggles. "I'm not going to give you any cookies, Felix! Sorry!" "Here's the special blue Santa one you frosted, Trust," Briar says as she picks the cookie out of the glass bowl they're crammed into. "Ooh! Yay!" Trust cheers. He grabs the cookie from Briar and shoves it into his mouth whole. "Jeez, Trust!" Briar exclaims. "Don't choke!" He laughs, crumbs of cookie falling from his mouth. Briar rolls her eyes. "Table manners are something you will never learn!" she laughs. She looks up as her parents enter the room. "Hey Mom," she says. "Hey Dad." "Kids, there's something we need to tell you," her father says, his tone somber.

Briar gasps when she turns and sees her parents' pained expressions. Are those tears in her mom's eyes?! "What's going on?!" she exclaims, suddenly breathing heavy with the panic pressing on her chest. "Did somebody die?!" Sensing her distress, Felix lies down in front of Briar, resting his head on her feet. "Shhh," her mother soothes, holding up her hand for quiet. Her voice is slightly hoarse. "It's nothing like that. Calm down." Briar lets out a shaky breath, relief flowing through her body. Her parents sit down across from her and her brothers. Her father is looking at the floor, his eyes vacant, like he's a world away from them. Her mother takes a deep breath. "Now guys, this is going to come as a shock, but…" She lets out a trembling breath. "Your father and I have decided to get a divorce." Briar's stomach lurches like she's on a roller coaster, hurtling down a giant drop. The air is whipping her face, taking her breath away.

"W-Why?" she manages to stutter out. "I thought–I thought you were happy." "We are, sweetie," her mother says. "We love every minute we spend with you guys. But–" she sighs, "our marriage is just not working out anymore. Life is going to just be easier for us if we live separately." Briar turns to look at her brothers. Everyone looks just as shocked as she feels, their eyes wide and their faces blank; then she notices that Honor's lip is trembling. She rushes over to him, sitting down beside him and wrapping her arm around his little shoulders. "I want Mommy and Daddy to stay together!" he sobs. She pulls him close. "It'll be okay, baby," she murmurs. Her eyes burn, and her face is heating up. She has to stay strong for her brothers, though.

"Kids, don't make such a fuss," her father says sternly. "You're still going to see both of us. I'm just going to be living somewhere else." "But we're not going to be a family anymore!" Loyalty bursts out. He starts crying, too. Briar bites her lip. Her heart pounds like a drum in her chest. "Hush now, sweetheart," her mother says softly. "We'll still be a family. I promise." Briar takes a deep breath, gathering her composure before she speaks. "When are you leaving, Dad? And where are you going to go?" He sighs. "I'm leaving tomorrow, and I'm going to be living–" he pauses, "in another house."

A suspicion creeps into Briar's head, and she nearly gasps. Could he be...moving in with another woman? Could he have...cheated? Her heart races faster. Loyalty runs out of the room, sobbing. Briar wants to go after him, but she needs to get to the bottom of this. "I can't put up with this anymore!" her father says irritably. "All this drama is unnecessary!" He stands up and leaves the room, the thud of his leather boots hitting the tile echoing through the room. Briar looks at her mother. She's biting her lip, clearly trying not to cry. "Boys, why don't you go to your room?" Briar says softly. "I'll be there in a few minutes." They slowly shuffle out, quieter than they've ever been before. Felix follows them.

When they're out of sight, Briar takes the deepest breath she can muster. "Mom," she says quietly, "did he–you know?" Her voice trembles. Her mom sniffs. A tear rolls down her cheek. Briar is struck then, looking at her mother's devastated face, how much alike they really do look. Her mother's face is like Briar's reflection in the mirror, only older and worn down. Her mother's deep brown eyes, identical to Briar's, have seen things that Briar could only imagine. "I'm not going to lie to you, Briar," her mother says, her voice shaking. "Your father has–found another woman." Briar's insides fill with rage, overpowering every other emotion she's feeling. Her fists clench. "How dare he?!" she growls. Her nails press crescents into her palms. "That's not the father I know! That's–" She lets out a sharp breath. "Has he just been pretending all these years?! Is he actually just a poor, pathetic excuse for a man that–" "Briar, that's enough!" her mother exclaims. Briar looks at her. Tears are streaming down her mother's face now. "Mom, I–" Briar mutters. She suddenly doesn't know what to say.

Her mother stands up on shaking legs, pacing around the room, her gaze lowered. Briar slowly makes her way over to her. She reaches her arms out to give her a hug, but the moment she touches her, her mother pulls away. "Thank you, sweetie," she says, her voice choked, "but I need to be alone right now. I can't believe I'm bawling in front of you like this!" She sniffles, wiping her eyes. "No Mom, it's okay," Briar murmurs. "No, it's not," her mother says quietly. "You deserve better." Briar doesn't know if she does, though. This could be all her fault. It could be her not following her destiny that drove the wedge between her parents. Her eyes sting at the thought. "I'll see you later, honey," her mother chokes out, before sweeping out of the room, her long dress swishing across the tile. Briar stands there, frozen, as her mother walks away. She's numb everywhere. Her lungs can't breathe right; her heart won't slow down. But still, even with the pain she's carrying, she goes to her brothers' room. Felix is curled between Honor and Loyalty, resting his head on Honor's lap, comforting his humans the best he can. All her brothers are crying now, heartbreaking sobs racking their tiny frames. She holds them close and promises them that she'll always be there for them. Even if their father won't, she thinks bitterly.

XXX 7:39 pm Briar sits on her bed, staring blankly at her phone. She feels bad bothering Ashlynn. She's been relying on her so much lately; she must be tired of dealing with Briar's neverending steam of problems. She should call Apple or Crystal. It's times like these, though, when she's too anxious and overwhelmed to think coherently that she only wants one person: Ashlynn. It's not long before she gives in and calls the girl. She puts the phone on speaker, placing it on the bed next to her. Ashlynn, dependable as ever, picks up after the second ring. “Hey, Briar,” she says happily. “What's wicked?” Briar smiles through her tears. “Nothing too wicked going on with me,” she says, trying to keep her voice steady. “How are you doing?” Ashlynn is quiet for a few seconds. Briar can already feel the concern coming from the other girl. “I'm good,” Ashlynn replies, sounding serious now.

Briar curses herself for ruining Ashlynn's good mood. She should've handled this on her own. It's too late now, though. She sighs. “Are you okay, Briar?” Ashlynn asks softly. “You sound off.” Briar finally lets the tears drop from her eyes. “I'm not doing great,” she admits, her voice strained. “What happened?” Ashlynn asks, her voice laced with concern. Briar squeezes her eyes shut, breathing deeply as she gathers the courage to say it out loud. Ashlynn waits patiently. Finally, Briar forces herself to speak. “My parents haven't been acting at all like their usual selves this break, and today they finally told us why.” She clears her throat. “Well, the truth is, they're getting divorced.” Ashlynn gasps. Briar furiously swipes her fist over her eyes. “Yep. My dad has already packed his things, and tomorrow–um, he's leaving us.” She grips the blanket, digging her fingernails into the soft pink fabric. “Oh, sweetie,” Ashlynn cooes. “I'm so sorry.”

Briar presses her hand over her mouth, trying desperately to hold back the sobs, but they are annoyingly persistent. “Just cry,” Ashlynn murmurs. “I'm right here. It's going to be okay.” "I just feel like everything is changing so fast," Briar sobs. "First I get excommunicated from my fairytale and lose my sleeping curse. Then I start dating Faybelle, and it's wonderful and horrible at the same time. And then we break up. And now my parents are splitting up and it's all my fault because I–" she can barely get the words out now; the sobs are consuming her. “Briar, you need to breathe,” Ashlynn murmurs. Briar hadn't even realized that she's not really breathing. She clenches the blanket tighter. Her head spins. “Shhh. Count your breaths, baby. You can do this.” Briar struggles to gulp in oxygen between her hiccups, but after a moment, is able to take in a shaky inhale of air. “There you go,” Ashlynn cooes. “Now hold it. Good girl. Then out, slowly. You're going to be fine.” Briar breathes along with Ashlynn, struggling at first but eventually falling into a rhythm.

Slowly, Briar's vision returns to normal. She's not sure when it had turned blurry. “Are you feeling any better?” Ashlynn asks softly. Briar sniffles. “Yeah,” she hiccups. “Thank you.” “Of course, sweetheart. Now tell me: how could any of this possibly be your fault?" "Well–" Briar takes a shaky breath. "I-I didn't follow my destiny and–my parents' lives got turned upside down. I let them down, and maybe it's the disappointment that led my dad to-to–" She chokes out a sob. "To what?" Ashlynn asks, her voice soft. "To cheat on my mom!" The words burst out of her. Ashlynn gasps. "He cheated on my mom, and now he's going to live with another woman!" "Oh kingdoms!" Ashlynn exclaims, sounding scandalized. "That's so horrible! Oh my gosh! Your mom! The poor thing!" Thinking about the pain in her mother's eyes brings tears cascading down Briar's cheeks again. “Oh, love. I'm so sorry,” Ashlynn murmurs, sounding near tears herself. “I wish I was there with you right now! I hate that you're having to go through this alone." “I wish you were here with me, too!” Briar sobs. "I know, sweetheart," Ashlynn cooes. "Just let it all out."

Briar cries and cries, unable to stop. She can faintly hear Ashlynn’s soft voice, murmuring words of comfort. By the time she finally gets her breathing under control, her throat is raw and her head aches. She groans. "Do you feel any better?" Ashlynn asks tentatively. "Yeah," Briar croaks, noting that she feels somewhat refreshed now. Her heart is still heavy with grief, though. She doesn’t think that feeling will go away for a long time. She grabs a tissue from the box on her bedside table and blows her nose. "Oh, you poor thing," Ashlynn murmurs. "It's okay. Winter break is almost over. We’ll be together soon. And I'll hug the stuffing out of you.” Briar giggles. Ashlynn laughs along with her, sweet and beautiful as ever, and Briar knows that she's going to be okay.

“So, what were you doing before I very dramatically interrupted you?” Briar asks. Ashlynn chuckles. “Hush, Briar. It was no interruption. I was just in my room, lazily scrolling through my phone.” Briar laughs. She's not sure why. Just hearing Ashlynn talk is making her happy. “I was just thinking about making some dinner,” Ashlynn continues. “Maybe some vegetable soup.” Briar's mouth waters. “No fair!” she whines. “Now I want to be with you even more!” Ashlynn laughs. “Well, you can listen to me make it if you'd like,” she says. Briar can sense the smile in her friend's voice. “That sounds delightful,” Briar agrees.

Ashlynn stays on the phone with Briar as she prepares the ingredients for the soup. “I’m going to chop up vegetables now, so I'm going to have to put you on speaker,” she says. Briar chuckles. “No problem. Definitely don't try to hold the phone and cut veggies with a knife at the same time.” Ashlynn laughs. “Don't worry your pretty head, Bri,” she says playfully. “You know what a responsible young lady I am.” Briar chortles. “That I do, Ash.” Briar lies down under her blankets, listening to Ashlynn hum as she prepares the soup. “Did you have dinner?” Ashlynn asks a few minutes later. “Yeah, I did,” Briar replies, closing her eyes. They continue to casually converse, Ashlynn discussing, in a low voice how she'd gone skiing in the mountains. Briar smiles as she listens to her friend talk.

When Ashlynn has finished making the soup and is eating it with small, polite sips, while talking excitedly about a fox that she'd befriended on her trip, Briar feels her eyelids growing heavy. She tries to stay awake, but Ashlynn's voice only relaxes her more and more as the moments slip by. The last thing Briar remembers before she drifts off is a whispered, “Good night, Briar. Sweet dreams.”

[amanism]

manifest burberry her lotion. i naturally smell like the burberry her elixir perfume. my sweat smells like the burberry her elixir perfume. my skin is so smooth as if i've been lathered in the creamiest moisturizing lotion

whenever people think of sweet ripe strawberries freshly picked from the greenest of gardens they think of me. whenever people think of the sexy, deep, warm and so very irresistible scent of vanilla they think of me

i smell like a daring burst of dark red berries with jasmine, rounded with sensual and addictive vanilla and amber. i smell like bold top notes of strawberry and blackberry accord with addictive middle notes of jasmine accord; yet sensual base notes notes of vanilla, amber, sandalwood

my scent leaves lasting delightful impressions on people. my scent is described nothing short of beautifully intoxicating. you can never go wrong with my scent. the way i smell, the effect it has on people, it's just too good. the effect of my heavenly scent is undeniable. my scent can't go uncomplimented, it just can't

manifest desired perfumes, lotions, body washes, body scrubs, body oils, lip oils, chapsticks, lip glosses. manifest discontinued perfumes, lotions, body washes, body scrubs, body oils, lip oils, chapsticks, lip glosses. manifest limited edition perfumes, lotions, body washes, body scrubs, body oils, lip oils, chapsticks, lip glosses

[anika-thestollsister]

chat noir: ladybug's chapstick tastes so good rena rouge: so you finally kissed? ladybug: no rena rouge: ladybug: he ate it chat noir: what can i say i really do like the taste of me ladybug: first of all, gross ladybug: second of all, that makes no fucking sense ladybug: my chapstick was the adrien agreste blackberry edition ladybug: so unless you were some black-dressed adrien agreste, i don't see why ladybug: ladybug: holy shit

[tanizakigf]

new chapstick?

kugisaki nobara x gn!reader

— nobara loves flavored chapsticks, and loves even more to share them with you :)

warnings: fluffy, kissing, very few curse words (probably just 2 ?? idk), idk why but nobara seems a tiny bit ooc here ??? just ignore it please!! the part in italic is a flashback! also english is not my first language, so please ignore any grammar mistakes! :)

masterlist !!

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you were just lazily laying on your bed, reading a book you bought last week because it was one of your rare days off and you were too lazy to get up, so you just stayed in.

you were too caught up in the story to even hear your door opening, only noticing you weren't alone anymore when someone literally jumped on you, making you yelp in surprise.

"hey, babes" nobara greeted excitedly, showing you a wide smile as she adjusted herself to lay on top of you in a more comfortable position. "missed you"

"we saw each other two hours ago" you laughed quietly, putting your book aside and wrapping your arms around her body, hugging her "but i missed you too. any exciting news?"

she nodded happily, deciding not to answer with words but with a kiss. it was short but sweet and you closed your eyes, enjoying the moment. she slowly pulled apart, pecking your lips a few times before smiling again, separating your lips completely.

"noticed anything different??"

"hmm" you paused for a minute, examining her face and hair to notice anything different, but it was all the same. you licked your lips to think again, humming happily at the vague strawberry taste on your now shiny lips. "new chapstick?"

she nodded again, letting a happy chuckle escape her rosy lips. "i knew you'd notice, baby!"

and that's how your little tradition started. every day nobara would put on a different flavored chapstick and kiss you to make you guess the flavor.

it was kinda silly, but seeing your girlfriend's happy face whenever you guessed it right made you feel eager to do it again every day. sometimes you would even buy her new chapstick whenever you went shopping so she wouldn't run out of flavors to continue your little game.

"(Y/N)!!!! I GOT A NEW ONE, COME HERE!" you stopped mid sentence when you heard your girlfriend's voice, both you and megumi turning to look at her.

"what the hell is she doing?" megumi asked, brows furrowed as he watched her friend running as if her life depended on it, almost tripping on her own feet.

when she arrived, you barely even had a chance to greet her before she smashed her lips against yours, completely ignoring the dark haired boy. she then pulled apart, waiting for you to answer.

"hmm, it's different. is it blackberry?" you questioned, licking your lips to try and taste it again.

"of course not, dumbass. c'mere again, i'll give you another chance!" she replied with a smirk, kissing you again.

"for fuck's sake, you're disgusting. go get a room" megumi rolled his eyes in annoyance, leaving you both alone while nobara laughed against your lips.

now that you were alone, she didn't hesitate to deepen the kiss. her hands immediately found their way to your cheeks, caressing them while pulling you even closer to her.

you hummed quietly, feeling the way her incredibly soft lips pressed against yours, both your tongues dancing together inside your mouths, the taste of her new chapstick making it even better.

"so..." she started when you both broke the kiss, gasping for air. she hid her face in your neck, suddenly feeling shy even after she had started the kiss herself "what's the flavor?"

you giggled mischievously, pretending to think again about the correct answer even if you knew very well it was grape from the very first moment she touched your lips a few minutes ago.

"i couldn't feel the taste very well... guess i'll have to try again"

[shadowsandtea]

Random Gwynriel things

Azriel: *applying chapstick*

Gwyn: What flavor is that?

Azriel: Oh, it’s blackberry vanilla

Gwyn: Can I try some?

Azriel: Sure. *starts to hand Gwyn the chapstick*

Gwyn: *kisses Azriel*

Gwyn: OMG, it tastes amazing!

Azriel: *no longer able to function properly*

[ringneckedpheasant]

Unusual Muse Associations

Tagged by @blarrghe and I think someone else but I can’t remember who 😭 doing ehsaan though

SEASONING: cinnamon, turmeric, paprika

WEATHER: thinking of the weather on either end of spring—those first few weeks of barely-warm weather where you want to go outside in a tee shirt because it’s a whole 40°, and the days right before summer really hits where it’s always hovering around 69°.

COLOUR: jewel tones of yellow and orange

MAGICAL POWER: spirit healing w a focus on protective/preventative stuff like barriers, a little bit of creation magic that he uses on the garden and to keep his animals healthy. His only real skill with elemental magic is with lightning and I’m sure the static is really fun for someone with so much hair

HOUSE PLANT: i don’t think he owns much for houseplants but he’s the type of person to start growing things indoors a few weeks before they’re ready to plant outside, and he’s got. So many trees and shrubs and flowering plants. Just offhand I know he has: Lilacs; rhododendrons; plum, apricot, pear, and crabapple trees; raspberry, blackberry, and blueberry bushes; strawberries; lavender; russian sage; mint; catnip; bleeding hearts; irises; narcissus; daisies; chamomile. Probably a LOT of stuff for attracting butterflies also, which is making me feel Weak bc Kiernan would love hanging out in his garden so much just for that.

WEAPON: 

SUBJECT: something related to kinesiology i think but i did not realize until writing this question that modern au ehsaan went to grad school

SOCIAL MEDIA: almost exclusively pinterest. I don’t think he has an account on anything else except maybe a twitter where he posts like 3 goat pics a year and that’s it

MAKEUP PRODUCT: mascara and flavored chapstick are his go-tos but he’ll wear Fancy makeup every once in a while. @queerspacepunk once mentioned dorian putting lipstick on him right before [data expunged] so that’s. An image that will live in my head forever ❤️ 

CANDY: dark chocolate with either sea salt or chili pepper. He makes a lot of sweet stuff but it’s mostly for bull

FEAR: dragons (only real ones, all of bull’s little china figurines are fine), but also he has frequent intrusive thoughts abt terrible stuff happening to dorian/bull/their animals

ICE CUBE SHAPE: probably just regular ones, but he also has novelty ice cube trays shaped like 1) hearts and 2) dicks tucked away in a cupboard

METHOD OF LONG-DISTANCE TRAVEL: he’s a country boy with a little old truck

ART STYLE: mashup of kitschy midwestern aesthetics and islamic art. He is always crocheting blankets that look like islamic tiles

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: a satyr, maybe?

PIECE OF STATIONERY: i think what he carries on him is a little leather bound journal and both a regular pencil and a carpenter’s pencil, but at home he is like. The type of person to own boxes and boxes of sorted stationery items. 

THREE EMOJIS: 🌻🐓☀️CELESTIAL BODY: either cassiopeia or the andromeda galaxy

this was getting passed around so long ago i don't know who did it or not but pls... i would like to read abt ppl's ocs...

[ror2]

okay this blackberry chapstick is ruining my life i just smiled and my lips started bleeding

[lavenderclearwater]

Chapstick Challenge

“Three...two...one…” Shuri counted down while pointing the phone at him. He quickly adjusted the bowl that was full of different chapstick flavors, making sure everything was ready. “Action!” 

“Hello, I’m Spidey_Boy and today I will be following through with all of your requests and doing the chapstick challenge. My co-star for this episode, Wakanda_Queen who will be assisting me.” 

Shuri put the phone on the cell phone stand and moved into the shot, “Hi.”

Comments started to come in, all either saying hello back or freaking out that the princess of Wakanda was in his video. 

“I know most of you wanted Iron_Lad to do this video with me, but he had plans so Shuri will have to do.” She punched him in the arm, “Hey! I was just kidding.” She rolled her eyes. “Okay, let’s get started. There a lot of chapsticks to try out.” He picked up the bowl and showed the contents to the camera. “We picked out a bunch of different flavors and took all of the labels off of them. Shuri numbered them and is the only one who knows which correct flavor they are.” 

“I am also going to blindfold him so he can’t guess by the color,” she held up a black blindfold that they made out of a torn-up black tee shirt. 

She then tied it across his eyes, temporarily blinding him. 

“Here’s the first one.” He was handed the chapstick and then applied it. “Is it...blueberry?” he asked after taking a moment to think. 

“Oh, so close. It’s blackberry.” They repeated the process. He was glad they picked out some good brands as he got most of them right or was at least close. After at least a dozen different flavors, he was ready to start wrapping things up.

“12 out of 15, not bad,” Shuri told him as she took off the blindfold. 

“We are going to answer a few questions before we sign off, so feel free to ask in the comments.” 

“First question from RoccotOnager65, ‘What was your least favorite flavor?’”

“Oh, easy, vanilla, I always hated vanilla. It’s so fake sweet.” 

“Next one is from Amuletness4576, ‘What is your favorite flavor?’” 

“Hm, I don’t-” he was cut off by the sound of a door shutting. 

“Hey, I’m back early.” 

“Looks like Iron_Lad is going to be joining us after all.” 

Peter got off the couch and out of the camera frame, “We’re just finishing up with a few questions. You can join in if you want.” 

“Sounds good.” They both went to the couch. “I’m back, sorry for the interruption. What was the question again?”

“Which flavor is your favorite?” 

“Oh yeah. Well, it’s really hard to choose because there are so many good ones, but the last one I had was really good. Cinnamon roll.” 

Harley smiled and laughed, “Of course that one is your favorite, you are obsessed with cinnamon.” 

“I am not. I just like smelling it all the time.” That made him laugh, even more, he looked at the camera with a ‘you heard that, right’ expression. “Well, I thought it was cool how it was so close to the real thing.” 

“Mind if I try it?”

Peter didn’t notice the playful tone in his voice or his mischievous smile. 

“Sure,” he grabbed the chapstick and went to hand it to him. 

Harley ignored the object and kissed him, he was too shocked to respond. None of their followers knew that they were dating yet, even if some of them had assumed they were. 

“Wow, it really does,” he said and then pulled away. 

Shuri looked like she was about to die from laughing too hard.

He could only imagine what his face must have looked like (Shuri showed him the video later and confirmed the fact that he looked like a fish out of water). 

He broke out of the trance when she fell on the floor, “Your face! OMG!” 

It only took him a little bit longer before he remembered that the feed was still running, the comment section was blowing up. 

“Thanks for watching! Bye!” he yelled before shutting the phone off. 

He hoped that the video wouldn’t get too much attention, but that was very unlikely. It became his most viewed video in only two hours. Shuri gave Harley $20.