#cederwood

[the-mountain-flower]

Accidentally put too much oil in my diffuser, and I didn't know that smells could be that aggressive

[quarterqueens]

what if we fucked on the olympic anti-sex beds haha: a lawlight fic

this is no longer even slightly timely BUT do you guys want to read a fic about lawlight fucking on those olympic anti-sex beds anyway. yes the anti-sex qualities of those beds were disproven but it's sexier if they weren't. au where cardboard can't be strong.

The room is dark, the light that falls through the closed curtains moonlight soft as L lays Light down on the bed. He has locked the door and it’s only the two of them — L who belongs in this room and Light who doesn’t, Light who is crossing into enemy territory.

L is careful with him. He presses one hand against his shoulder, to keep him still, firm but gentle, more gentle than Light has ever been touched before, then crawls on top of him and leans down and kisses him chaste. 

He doesn’t move like a man who is careful during sex; there is something about the deliberateness of his movements that speaks to a familiarity with roughness. It’s the bed, Light is pretty sure, which is cardboard and flimsy, not designed for two. 

He doesn’t mind. This is not usually what he likes, either, but now he feels something close to reverence; in other circumstances he might be embarrassed by this but now he is not. Now this care is practical, useful, the only sensible route to take. 

L lowers his groin to Light’s and Light lets out a long groan, a noise that’s barely voluntary. L leans down again and kisses him into silence. “Careful,” he says, voice low, not quite a whisper. “We mustn’t be heard.”

Light shuts his eyes. He can smell L around him, like cederwood and sage and a body that has been in motion; a clean scent, not unpleasant. L’s body is so hot and he can feel it descending towards him before L presses his lips to his throat and kisses a line down it, along his artery, into the dip of his throat. 

Light whines. He twists beneath L’s hips and L grinds against him, slow. 

He moves like he already knows Light’s body. And in a way he has — he has seen Light, surely, dancing across the piste, his sword on hand; he must have thought of how best to defeat him. Light has thought about the same. And so it’s only natural that each touch sends heat swirling through Light, sends electric sparks all through him, that it all seems to curl towards the core of himself.

Light has had lovers before, and many of them knew just what to, but this feels different; it feels like the cumulation of a conversation they’ve already had. 

L trails a hand towards Light buckle, a question more than a demand, and Light catches it. He opens his eyes to find L watching him, cautious, waiting. Some men look impatient when stopped in this way but only looks like he’s waiting to be told how to proceed. 

“Just this,” Light says. “Just — this is good.” 

“Alright,” L says, his voice quiet. He sounds like he wants to know more — not in the wheedling way some people get, but because he seems interested in Light. But now isn’t the time and he must know this because instead he leans down again and kisses Light’s collarbone and Light lifts his hips to meet L’s, clothed but warm nonetheless, the pressure aching but wonderful. 

It has been a long time since he had sex that did not feel desperate, sex that felt languid, like it could easily be had again and more; their time here is limited and he knows this but he is also sure, without asking, that they can find their way together again, if needs be. This was not a chance meeting; it was meant, their stars tangled together. He’s sure of it because he’s never before met someone like L — L isn’t so special, or at least he isn’t here, but he feels suited to Light, his second half; meeting him had felt like finally slipping a sword into its sheath, like discovering the place where all his sharp edges belonged, where they could not hurt, where they were wanted. 

And so there’s no need to rush. He does not want to rush. He does not want to hurtle through this the way he always does, as if he had to race to discover an unfortunate ending; instead he lies back and allows L to kiss him warm beneath the throat, cants his hips into L’s, and allows his mind to fall quiet. 

[the-sun-is-also-a-star]

skinny bean, reedy, twig looking mf-ing remus lupin headcanons

he's so BONEY

bro's elbows are SHARP

I just know they dig into sirius when they nap together

and his legs are so awkwardly tall

he has to bend them uncomfortably to fit in the train compartment

his sweaters hang off of him

his collarbones are PROMINENT

he bruises easily

he's anemic

he has the most raspy fucking voice because he's always fucking smoking

always has his nose in a book, the fucking nerd

has a surprisingly low alcohol tolerance

he's not oblivious to when people are seriously hitting on him, he just doesn't feel the need to say yes

(except sirius, in which case he always thinks sirius is just fucking around)

he went through an emo phase

has the most ratty pair of docs ever known to man

does not know how to style his hair. at all.

wears nail polish, not always but often enough

knows how to braid hair really well

had a thick welsh accent when he first got to hogwarts but it faded a bit as he got older

it still comes out when he's angry or ranting

never skips class but will skip lunch sometimes to smoke

has a little notebook with his to-do list in it which he uses. religiously.

has calloused hands

smells faintly of cederwood

has ink on his hands. all the time.

owns one (1) suit from his Da

has flat feet (they have no arches)

bites his nails regularly

[moonslittlestar]

Get to Know Your Tav!

Tagged by @tavsboots - thank you so much for tagging me!! ❤

ECHO | Half Elf Drow | Paladin Oathbreaker | They/He | Mid 30's

What is your Tav’s…

Favorite Weapon: Two handed weapons, swords in particular.

Style of Combat: Charge. All in or nothing.

Most Prized Possession: His mother's locket

Deepest Desire: To be free from his chains

Guilty Pleasure: Indulging in skin to skin contact (not necessarily sexual)

Best-Kept Secret: He's terrified of being abandoned - but he'd never show it. His PTSD (Only a Halsin, Astarion and Karlach have witnessed it in full swing) and his stuffed owlbear teddy.

Greatest Strength: His determination to over come obstacles.

Fatal Flaw: His mouth moves faster than his brain, his stubbornness to ask for help.

Favorite Smell: Cederwood

Favorite Spell or Cantrip: Inflict Wounds

Pet Peeve: Anything that disturbs his peace.

Bad Habit: Picking at his wounds, sleeping during the day, no filter.

Hidden Talent: He a very skilled artist.

Leisure Activity: Drawing / painting, going on nature walks with Halsin and forest bathing.

Favorite Drink: Rum (alcoholic) Black Tea "Dreams of South Seas" (non-alcoholic)

Comfort Food: Gale's special dish.

Favorite Person: Halsin, Astarion and Karlach.

Favored Display of Affection (platonic and/or romantic): Nipping / Biting (affectionate aggression) Nuzzling for romantic. If he enjoys your company you'll notice him loosen up around you, become less tense, he's not really one for touching people or allowing people to touch him, so being relaxed around someone is a big enough deal. If he's really comfortable with someone, platonically, he likes hugs and being a head rest.

Fondest Childhood Memory: Sadly, Echo doesn't have any fond childhood memories.

I only have @beesmiley to tag, so if anyone else sees this and wants to do it please do so! I love reading about other's tavs/ocs and I don't know many people in this community yet 😥

[the-eldritch-it-gay]

Five Character Associations - Majexatli

I was tagged by @omgkalyppso <3 <3 <3 <3

emotions

Hunger

Lonliness

Regret

Obsession

Pensiveness

colors

Phthalo green

Blood red

Forest green

Jade Green

Turquoise

scents

Copal

Blood

Cederwood

Amber

Sage

objects

A well-kept silver dagger

A tarnished hair stick that once was set with a polished stone

The pelt of a dire wolf

Wolf teeth and claws strung on a leather cord

A nose ring meant to be a simplified & stylzied butterfly

body language

Fidgeting with fingers

Sitting on the ground with one leg straight

Hand inching towards a concealed weapon

Crouching in the shadows like a predator about to pounce

Curling up by the fireside beneath the stars

aesthetics

Dark forests under the full moon, too silent and too empty

Alchemical equipment and notes illuminated by candlelight

Teeth and claws tearing flesh from bone

A narrative haunted by someone who's shape can still be seen in their absence

Prairie grass swaying in the wind, a trail of blood through the field staining the grass red

[chaoticpiglinwitch]

Crow Father

Pronouns: He/They

Domains: God of Death, Travel, Fatherhood, Masculine Energy, Wisdom, Respect, Familial Love, Looming Protection, Construction, Communication, Hospitality

Epithets: “Father of Blossoms” would be called that in relation to being the father of Syren (God of the Seasons) or in spring time. They would spend time together during the spring and you can hear their laughter in fields of flowers.

“Man of Men” + “Angel of Death” was called this when talking about him with his wife, Kristen. While Kristen is the afterlife, Crow will guild the souls or the living ones that are close to death. Believed to give them comfort or justice in their last moments.

“Whisper of Crows”, “One of Watcher” + “Soldier of Death” These names were associated with him when he was with Blade and how they would assist soldiers in battle. Either by watching over them while they are unguarded, guilding the souls from battle, helping them gather supplies or guilding civilians to safety.

“Kind feathered Traveller” Would help others find their way if asked for help. He would help make compasses, maps and provide protection for wanderers and refugees. It was also a title used when he was paired with Blade

“Everlasting Resourceful Builder” He helped teach others how to build houses and communities, helping stand tall and strong. Not stopping to help all around with building big shrines and other mythical sites in the mythology. Builders and carpenters often would ask for his blessings when making things.

"Looming Welcome" In many towns and homes, townsfolk would have bird statues or decor around their living areas to both invite travellers and Crowfather's protection in. Guarding against harmful entities and welcoming all that needed or wanted shelter. They believed that shooing away or being outwardly rude to wanderers, strangers or birds was seen as a quick way to get CF's wrath and loss of his divine protection; and depending on how far it went it could cause loss of protection to the whole town.

Symbols/Mobs: Crows, Parrots, bird skulls, black feathers, black vail/cloaks, Short haired and/or black cats

Rules/Guidelines:

Chosen family (ppl who you choose to have in ur life) are what's important

Formality isn't a big thing unless your asking a favour of him (also depends on how close u are as well, the more time you spend with him, the more he will see u as family/protected one)

Respect is given not forced. In all relationships, he will help pick out the ones that can and will be trust worthy but also teach you the signs of it and test your skills.

Myths/Stories: Crow Father was worshipped as an all ever looming protector, believed that all crows were connected to him. He could be summoned quickly, (+ more to add)

Colors: Crow Father would wear items/colors that would remind him of his loved ones and would have a ever changing colorful wardrobe. When he would visit different places/seasons, he would dress for the time there. So he likes any color but his favourite colors are Green (likes darker tones), White, Gold, Black, Pink (Blossom specifically)

Crystals: Obsidian, Rose Quartz, Amethyst, Red jasper,

Incense: Lavender, Rose, Cederwood

Plants/Herbs: Alvo, Daisy, chrysanthemums

Offerings: Any shiny things, Black tea w/sugar, any herbal tea, tea cakes, sweets, arts and craft, crow themed things, items that remind of his loved ones, anything you have made, bones, travel guides,

Devotions:

Vailing in honour of him,

Looking after nature,

Learn the importantance of travel safety,

Get a bird bath

Learn about children and advocation for them

Read a book/listen to audio book

Learn about something you know nothing about

Speck your truth and strive for equal respect

Listen to bird song

Wearing bird skulls (ethically)

Learn first aid and keep a kit in your car/home/bag

Meditate with him,

Sit outside and drink english breakfast tea with him

learn about masculine energy and practising it/learning balance

advocate for male victims and support groups,

Learn about crows, Crow merch hehe

go food shopping or donate to a food bank

Learn about construction and it’s safety,

Watching documentaries or mcyt

Going to school and asking him for safe travels

Do a diy project or watch building videos

Inviting him to your dreams

Journal about ur life, ur troubles, he loves to be a shoulder to lean on

Attendants: Kristen (Wife), Prime, Syren, Blade, Most folk in the pantheon

[beautifulwildmilk]

what i smell like - candied almonds, baby powder, jasmine, leather, figs, cederwood, vetiver, milk

[hcadlesshuntcr]

Eirnin doesn't ever show his neck, always taking the mind to wear armor that will cover the decapitation scar. That or short scarf or bandana. He's not exactly shy about it, he'll uncover it if he has to, but he'll only explain it to those he trusts, provided he hasn't taken off his head yet.

On that note, he doesn't take his head off too often. With all the fighting he does, and with both hands, he doesn't find space to hold his head.

The source of Eirnin's reoccurring eternal life lies at the green fire that burns where there should be a gaping axe wound. It extinguishes with every death, yet relights at every rebirth. It will keep him around forever, but it will not keep him young. One day, far from now, he will be only bone. In this day, at the ripe age of thirty, his skin is stretchy. He can form a grin to reach the sides of the head. Townsfolk know his "massive" eyes to "dart about like flies." He smells quite literally like death. He has to use herbs, perfumes, and oils to cover it.

Of course, a bath will cover him for a day or two, but good luck with that if he doesn't like you. His favorite scent to cover up with is cederwood.

[trendilyyours]

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[laslow]

"Happy Holidays, Luke!” Laslow replies with a smile. Now he catches a whiff of...cederwood? Yes, cederwood. Not his personal preference, truthfully, though some of the ladies flock to it like moths to a flame. (Except the last time he tried, it earned him a slap and a stolen coin purse. Sigh.)

“Oho, I’m afraid not! Perhaps I can help you find your secret admirer instead?” 

When Luke returns to his quarters, whether it be for the day or a brief visit, his nose may catch the differentiating scent of multiple products. Muted, as if not opened. Everything in his room has been untouched, except his bed. On his bed, set near his pillows, is a dark wooden basket with a thick cerulean ribbon wrapped around its sides. Within the basket lies the many gifts presented by his mysterious Winter Envoy.

The first gift, a soft velvet bag tied closed with string, contains four small bottles of various colognes. Each has a different fragrance; warm jasmine, tinted vanilla, cedarwood, and amber. Against the dark glass of the third bottle, there’s a sunlit sticker. A supposed favorite for Luke to try.

The second gift is a sheathed dagger, placed in a slant against the basket side. The hilt of the dagger is a perfect match to the sheath; both made with material the color of spruce, with silver lining the edges. The exact detailing is somewhat sloppy, if intricacy was to be judged, but it is still a work of fine smithing either way. If Luke looks closely at the hilt, he’ll be able to make out the shape of a lion’s face connecting with the blade.

All in all, there are only two gifts in the basket. Next to the sheathed dagger is a neatly written letter, one that wishes this holiday and all those after to be well. The writing is unique, certain distinctions between the vowels, and seems similar to cursive. Only the dagger had the Winter Envoy’s handiwork implemented into the design, but there’s a promise that with both, Luke will still be quite the sight for women he fancies (and men)!

Besides, who wouldn’t find a guy attractive when he smells nice and has a cool weapon?

“Oooooooooh,” Luke examined every gift with wide eyes, appreciative as he looked over every cologne, and he was especially fond of the dagger.

Talk about charming! Luke attached the dagger to his belt, happy with everything about it. It would be a permanent addition to his wardrobe for sure. He posed in front of his mirror, looking over how the sheathed dagger accented his look:

Now, as for who had such exceptional taste…

He dabbed on some of the cedarwood cologne and sought out his first guess.

@laslow “Hey, happy holidays! You wouldn’t happen to have such good taste in cologne as to be my secret gift giver, eh?”

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[moonslittlestar]

Get to know your Dark Urge! [Part One]

Thank you for tagging me @sporeservant and for these questions! 🥰 [tagged on main @jerirose]

Echo | Moon | Darragh

General Questions:

What is their preferred combat style?  Echo - Up close and personal Moon - Healer / Protector Darragh - Ranged / Magic

What is their favorite weapon? Echo - Two handed great sword or a giant fuck-off axe. Moon - His hands and sharp tail, he's also quiet fond of a short sword. Darragh - Their staff and magic.

What would they do anything to save?  Echo - His freedom, he'll never lose it again. Moon - He'd die a thousand times over if it meant Astarion stayed safe. Darragh - Has dedicated his life to protecting the lands around him.

What would they do anything to destroy?  Echo - Having already killed his brother, he'd do anything to hunt down his father next. Moon - Those that destroyed him, that broke him, that tore him away from his soulmate. Darragh - Those that desecrate his sacred land.

What keeps them up at night?  Echo - Echo suffers from extreme PTSD, panic attacks and anxiety keep him awake. On the rare chance he manages to sleep, he often wakes up in cold sweats, on his bad nights he's woken up screaming, on his worst nights he's woken up covered in someone else's blood. Moon - Overthinking Darragh - Wanderlust

What brings them peace?  Echo - Painting, drawing, writing. Moon - Star gazing, moon bathing. Darragh - Shifting into their wild form and roaming the forest.

What is their greatest asset?  Echo - His determination and perseverance. Moon - His combat skills and self control, oh and that he can't die. Darragh - Their balance with nature and their powers.

What is their achilles heel? Echo - His need for control Moon - That every time he comes back his memory is erased. Darragh - That without mushrooms they have no power.

What does their voice sound like?  Echo - Low, sultry, calm and controlled. Moon - Soft and airy, graceful and smooth. Like silk. Darragh - Raspy, slightly grainy, "androgynous" for lack of a better word.

What do they smell like? Echo - Apple, neroli & cederwood Moon - Jasmine & musk Darragh - Mud, fresh grass with a slight hint of citrus.

What do they take pride in?  Echo - His appearance and his presence. Moon - His skills in combat. Darragh - Their relationships.

How would they spend the last night of their life?  Echo - Making love, spending time with those that stuck by him. Moon - He's had too many of these to count, they mean nothing to him now. Darragh - In their wild shape, connected to nature, taking in as much of the earth underfoot as they could.

[bartbillen]

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