#flagrance

[corvianbard]

#5703

The ghastly resurgence In the faint flagrance Of dried flowers Never cowers To give out the blessing Of fright to those who still sing.

[remyfire]

I love how Hawkeye will get 100000000% more queer when he is tipsy enough. Sir that was a whole ass caress

[argyrocratie]

visiting @wolfpee blog make my tumblr freeze

[fresh-lemmanade]

it's halloween, is someone gonna turn me into a pumpkin against my will and fuck me or

[iweb-rdc001]

Nord-Kivu : début du procès en flagrance contre les officiers FARDC arrêtés dans le cadre des enquêtes sur le carnage de Goma

Le procès contre les 2 officiers de l’armée arrêtés dimanche dernier dans le cadre des enquêtes sur le massacre des civils à Goma a débuté ce mardi 5 septembre à la Cour militaire. Les principaux accusés sont le colonel Mike Mikombe, commandant brigade de la Garde républicaine ainsi que le commandant Bawili du 19e régiment. Ces 2 responsables militaires sont soupçonnés d’avoir joué un rôle non…

[artsninspo]

"JEALOUS TYPE" - Rio X Reader

Summary: The restaurant your date picked to take you out to is owned by Rio, and he’s there sitting at a table when you walk in. Just your luck. This ones a little steamy 🌶️.

Pairing: Rio (Good Girls) X Black Reader

Word-Count: 1.6K

Full Masterlist

RIO MASTERLIST

Read the first two parts of this Rio miniseries:

“Baby-Girl”

“Whisky, neat”

Biting the inside of your lip you stifle a smile looking into your date's brown eyes. His animated expression is feeding off of yours as he tells an arguably hilarious story. Honestly, you wouldn’t know. Your eyes sparkle at his and by some strange miracle you seem to break into a laugh at the right moment. Although handsome, well put together, kind and funny, your date doesn’t have your undivided attention. Three tables away Rio sits with a scowl staring daggers into your side profile. He was having dinner with an older woman when you arrived with your date. Rio’s eyes met yours then looked down to see your hand in your dates and frowned. Since the woman left you’ve been subject to his displeased looks. He hates the sight of you with another man. Especially after resisting his advances. He’s furious really that your pretty ass didn't spend time getting ready to look good for him. Having had enough he calls over a waiter, it's his restaurant after all.

“You’re gorgeous” your date tells you, picking up your hand to kiss it from across the table. He’s a charmer for sure. His dimples and smile are to die for but he’s not the one making your heart race. 

“You’re not so bad yourself” you smile, taking a sip of your wine. The waiter comes over with a bottle in a bucket.

“Vintage Cabernet” the waiter says, putting the bucket on the table.

“We didn’t order that” your date says as the waiter slips you a table card.

Wine by the glass your man’s a cheapskate huh?

Is written in excellent penmanship. You thought he was signing the bill when he started writing. It takes everything in you not to smile as you fold the card. The waiter looks amused. The use of a Drake lyric in such a petty exchange is all the more amusing. Casting a look over to his table Rio sits seemingly unbothered. 

“On the house” the waiter says and your date shrugs allowing the waiter to top him off first. You don’t like that. A man that doesn’t put the woman he’s with first is  a slippery slope. Sitting back you taste the wine as the waiter pours yours. It’s excellent, you raise a glass to Rio and your date is too self absorbed to notice your eyes aren’t on him. After a few minutes you take your leave heading into the ladies room. Your heels click on the floor and you take out your compact to powder the shininess of your forehead and top up your gloss. That’s how Rio finds you. He strolls in wearing all black, which seems to be his signature.

“This is the ladies room” you say mirroring his nonchalance.

“Don’t make any smart comments. I have a dick and it works” he warns casually. It’s crass but you’re amused so you smile anyways fixing your gloss in the mirror.  The look he gives you tells you exactly where his head is. The physical attraction is a ten out of ten. “Get all dressed up for a guy who can’t even buy you the bottle but you won’t get in a car with me” Rio says, offended by your rejection. You turn to face him and he stands there unimpressed with his hands in his pocket.

“I didn’t take you for the jealous type” you tease.

“You can do better” he swallows, stepping forward.

“I appreciate you looking out for my well being. I’m sure you have more important things to do, places to be '' you dismiss, and he nods a little irritated with your flagrance. It's been awhile since Rio had to put in any effort to bag the woman that had his attention for the moment. You pass him to get to the door and he takes your hand. You should be terrified but you aren’t. The energy in the restroom is electric. Your chemistry is undeniable. You feel your heart racing as his eyes look down at your lips, he wets his bottom lip before casting a look back into your eyes. You want it just as much as he does. Your entire body hates the riskiness of your current predicament.

Reaching around you Rio locks the door Rio closing the remainder of  the distance between. Leaning in his lips connected to yours, he purses his lips tight against yours chastely before pressing his body against yours in a dominant gesture, pressing you between himself and the door. Pulling back he comes in for a second time, this time parting your lips, goading you into a slow, sloppy and seductive make out session. His kiss is teasing and claiming, you feel your temperature rise as you indulge in forbidden fruit. His hands slip under the hem of your dress gripping your thighs, snapping you out of it. Pushing him away your chest heaves. You want him so much but it’s not right. You're on a date, Stan warned you about him and he carries weapons.

“No no no no no” you snap to yourself as you hear a knock on the door.

“Y/N” your date calls from the other side and you feel your heart racing in your ears.

“I got a call I’ll be right out, go back to the table” you say through the closed door and Rio smiles. He reaches for the lock and your eyes tell him not to. He smiles absolutely thrilled at the prospect of blowing up your spot.

“Are you sure?!” Your date asks.

“Yep, just give me 5” you say and there’s a long pause.

“Ok” he says and you breathe finally. It’s your turn to scowl Rio comes in for another kiss but you push him away annoyed with him and yourself. Rio laughs to himself completely unbothered by your predicament.

All trouble. You think to yourself about Rio as you touch your make up again and Rio smiles looking at his phone. He puts a finger to his lip signalling you should hush and when you walk over you see your date still waiting for you outside the bathroom from the security feed on his phone.

“Give me your number or I walk out,” Rio says, playing dirty. You put your number in and he calls making your phone ring. He looks satisfied.

“Pick up, own the lie” he whispers, coaching you in your deception. His eyes are full of mischief and amusement. You just may be in love.

“I swear I care but I’m on a date sis, please call mom” you say loud enough for your date to hear. Rio unlocks the door letting you out. You smile at your date and he takes your hand.

“I didn’t notice your perfume smells slightly like cologne” he says and you hope he really has no inclination Rio was all over you. His cologne is more sweet than masculine and musky.

“Hmm” you raise a brow.

“Who was calling?” He asks.

“Sister” you lie and he nods suddenly more attentively. Your phone goes off again, you know it's Rio without checking it.

“Family emergency?”

“Sister stuff” you dismiss getting another message and you put your phone on silent feeling terrible. Sitting in front of your date you can still feel Rio’s kiss on your lips, his body against yours, his big hands on your thighs. The rest of the night is more of the same. RIo keeps texting the entire ride back to your house and you end up at square one as your date stands outside of your condo door with you. You dodge his kiss, letting him kiss your cheek. He takes it like a champ and you sigh frustrated. Unlocking your phone you see a flurry of messages of Rio talking shit about you being a bad girl, worse than him, a player. Warnings not to lay up with your ‘lame ass date’ and more. The final tells you to call once you get in.

Smiling, you set his name to Crazy Christopher in your phone. After a steamy shower you head into bed alone. You're far too excited to be sleepy in spite of the time. Your phone rings and Crazy Christopher flashes across the screen.

“Hello?” you pick up.

“Are you home safe?” he asks like he cares.

“Yes, Christopher”

“Yes, Christopher,” he mocks, making you smile.

The phone line goes silent for a few moments and your smile never fades, you haven't felt this giddy about a situation in years.

“You tired? I was hoping to come and wear you out” Rio says, making you laugh. Honestly you want the same thing.

“That isn't how you speak to a woman” you correct him.

“Nahh, you don’t want me to pretend I have manners. That’s not you” he says, reading you right.

“Some other night Rio” you cave, deciding you won't deny yourself a good time.

“Alright, well you tell me when” he responds in his usual tone. It’s an odd relief he doesn't promise forever’s or any other ridiculous niceties.

“Why don't we make it interesting, the next time I run into you - you can take me to your place” you shrug, lying in bed looking up at the ceiling.

“Bet” he agrees. “Goodnight baby-girl” he says.

“Night Rio” you respond.

“Christopher” he corrects. “We’re on a first name basis” he says and you laugh.

“Goodnight” you respond, hanging up in a final act of defiance.

You smile looking up at the ceiling heart racing at the risk. Sitting in his car Rio smiles hoping you stay true to your word before heading into the warehouse to check on his operations. He has plans for you.

Big plans.

_________

Let me know what you think of this update and Rio's bad behaviour 😉😘

Authors note: TYSM 💖 to everyone who's read, liked, commented or reblogged any of my work and more particularly this 'series'. It's been a fun palate cleanser. If you're a writer and need a sign to purge your drafts you think no one will enjoy here it is.

xoxo

[kingofthering]

Pecco/Marc | 700 words | Spielberg 2024.

Finding Marc on the other side of his motorhome is the last thing that Pecco expects when there is a knock on his door about half an hour after he's come back from dinner with his team.

He's still wearing the same outfit he had earlier during the press conference, Gresini blue two shades lighter than the mug of coffee that Marc picks up and puts back down on the island counter as he starts rummaging through Pecco's kitchen.

"Sorry, what are you doing here?" Pecco asks from where he's still standing in the entrance of his motorhome, Marc not needing any kind of invitation to barge in.

Marc keeps moving things around —the basket filled with apples and bananas, the hand towel Pecco uses to clean things around, the pack of biscuits that only Bezz likes but that Pecco always keeps here anyway— and putting them back in their place of origin.

Pecco turns around when Marc moves to the couch, his hands diving into the spaces between the cushions.

"Marc, you can't be here."

At that, Marc chuckles. He folds the fleece blanket that was previously a mess and sets it back down on the armrest of the couch. "Why? You're expecting someone?" Pecco swallows, tries to not let anything appear on his face, probably fails. "Or do you worry about Valentino finding me here? Scared of what he will say or just what he will think?"

"Don't," Pecco says but it sounds weak even to its own ears.

Marc smiles. Shaking his head before he starts to make his way to Pecco's room.

Pecco follows.

Valentino is the last person Pecco wants to think about right now. The thought of Valentino knowing about them gives Pecco shudders.

Of course Marc knows.

"Marc," Pecco tries again. It does feel more assured but it's not enough to grab Marc's attention now that he's on all fours on the ground of Pecco's bedroom, eyes looking under his bed.

Even in a situation where Marc would be forced to listen to him, Pecco doesn't even know where to start. Marc played so many cards during the press conference earlier and Pecco isn't sure he has processed them right, is never sure they're even playing the same game, using the same rules.

Physically touching Marc would either results in him freezing or backing out. That Pecco knows.

He stays in place, one shoulder against the door frame, his arms crossed in front of himself, his eyes never leaving Marc.

Pecco loses sight of him when Marc goes to the bathroom but it barely takes a minute before he's out, holding something in the air as he walks back to Pecco.

"Forgot something the last time I was here, had to get it back for sponsors stuff" Marc explains as passes his hand through the loop of what Pecco can now identify as a watch.

While Marc is looking down to fasten the watch around his wrist, he's at the perfect height and the perfect distance (close, too close) for Pecco to be looking at the expanse of his neck, smooth tan skin highlighting the line of his tendon there.

Pecco thinks the last trace of yellow hues must have left Marc's skin a good handful of days ago. He remembers the look on Marc's face when he caught a glimpse of purple in the mirror while he was getting dressed, Pecco sitting in his bed with the sheets pooling on his lap.

Pecco had immediately blushed, feeling like a stupid teenager for sucking a hickey into Marc's skin. It had been a heat of the moment thing, Marc there, his neck strained against the pillow, Pecco's teeth grazing his skin and Marc making the most enticing and encouraging of noises.

Facing the mirror on Pecco's dresser, Marc had lifted his hand to his neck and pushed his thumb against the bruise. Pecco might have held in breath, ready for Marc to be annoyed with him.

"I'll see you in Spielberg," Marc had said, back then.

Now, his watch fastened to his wrist, the two of them standing so close to each other Pecco can recognize every flagrance from Marc's perfume, Marc says "I'll see you tomorrow."

[remyfire]

Yeah. Like if you agree.

[nekropsii]

How did you manage to write cronus in sovstuck? Was it hard?

Not at all, really. He kind of writes himself. You just physically cannot deny him his role in the story. Most difficulty writing Cronus would probably come from trying to soften him, but if you don’t do that then you’re set.

The biggest changes are enhancing the mythological ties, making his actions more direct, but also making him somewhat tolerable to read on a long term basis.

Is him being more tolerable defanging him? Not in this instance. We just made him a little more sneaky about how he goes about things. The level of flagrancy to his actions in the Openbounds gets recontextualized as him being bold because, due to the consistency of who is stuck with him and how long they have been stuck with him, he knows he can be. What are the other Alpha Trolls gonna do? Leave? What is anyone else that comes in his path gonna do? Get him arrested? By who? To where?

Cronus is smart. Cronus is self aware. He knows exactly what he is doing. I’m giving Sov!Cronus those traits, too. After all, they’re important to his characterization, aren’t they? This isn’t a dimwitted tool just stumbling his way into accidentally traumatizing people. These are choices made deliberately, with full knowledge that it’s hurting people- he knows, he understands, he just doesn’t care. This isn’t an accident, he is smart.

And smart abusers do not come in guns blazing to fresh meat.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Wukong, upon learning what the Emperor did: Oh, so all I had to do was just ask!? Are you serious!?

Jade Emperor: You ruined my wife's birthday party and stole her entire peach stock.

Wukong: Only after I asked and was told, in no uncertain terms, "Ugly little beasts don't get to have immortality!" After I worked my tail off to make those peaches the best batch you've had in millenia!!

Wukong is also pissed he had given MK an immortality peach because he believes MK deserved the choice and that he's still a little too young and immature to make that decision without at least consultingthem first. Like, there's a reason all the monkeys have to be functioning, mature adults before he let's them near the immortal peach trees. He learned his lesson with himself, thank you very much.

referencing.

tbf in the JE's mind it's been a couple thousand years, things change man. Also Wukong has his own peach trees by now.

Wukong is rightfully pissed, not only at the sheer flagrancy of the royal couple to give his heir a source of immortality (now that he's "higher ranking" he grumbles), but also because Wukong genuinely believes that MK doesn't have to make that leap! In Wukong's mind, MK is barely a cub himself

Wukong and Mac still really encourage that MK consider the No-More-Baby Spring Water from the Kingdom of Women, it's there for a reason! He doesn't have to have the Stone Egg!

But ofc MK is still conflicted, and leaves the peach the Emperor gave him on the counter to rot.

[iweb-rdc001]

Nord-Kivu : début du procès en flagrance contre les officiers FARDC arrêtés dans le cadre des enquêtes sur le carnage de Goma

Le procès contre les 2 officiers de l’armée arrêtés dimanche dernier dans le cadre des enquêtes sur le massacre des civils à Goma a débuté ce mardi 5 septembre à la Cour militaire. Les principaux accusés sont le colonel Mike Mikombe, commandant brigade de la Garde républicaine ainsi que le commandant Bawili du 19e régiment. Ces 2 responsables militaires sont soupçonnés d’avoir joué un rôle non…

[drivestraight]

do you have any bits of the carcar fic where lando outright confronted them?

so a fun fact. i've literally had scenes for lando asking oscar about it point-blank in like, each chapter, but it just never felt right, so i kept delaying and delaying the "reveal" to the point where it never happened. i'm still trying to figure out what to do about it, but here's several variations i came up with:

lando doesn't really "find out" in this one, but here is them talking about it a little bit:

I’ve been meaning to ask. What’s with the ring?

Huh?

It’s the same one Carlos has. Max and Charles too.

Charles?

Yeah. Just like yours.

What is it, are you all in some cool secret club?

It’s just a ring.

(but that's more about lestappen than anything)

/

there was also this deleted scene post-austin:

“Soooooo,” Lando sing-songs, wiggling his eyebrows, leaning across the backseat to nuzzle his shoulder into Oscar’s like a cat in heat. “You and Carlos?”

Oscar rolls his eyes. “Nothing happened,” he mumbles, cheeks a little hot. He stays completely still.

He and Lando are staying in the states for an extra day to shoot more media content and attend some events for McLaren’s American sponsors. They’re being driven to their next filming site.

“Yeah?” Lando hums, finally returning into his own space. Still, he tilts his head to the side, and says, “He calls me at the club to ask for your hotel info, he stays the night, I catch you two sneaking out of your suite in flagrance delicious—”

“What?” 

Lando flushes. “Like, you know… the Latin thing. Red hands. I read it somewhere.”

Oscar blinks and asks, “You read?”

Lando’s brows furrow and he shakes his head. “Never mind. But, you know—evidence’s pretty damning, I’d say. He was wearing your clothes, Osc.”

Oscar purses his lips. “He didn’t want to put on his dirty clothes from the club in the morning.”

Lando grins, wiggles his eyebrows again, and does a weird shimmy with his shoulders. Totally unfitting for someone with a goatee. “So he took his clothes off at some point?”

Oscar groans and winces.

Technically, nothing Lando has said has been false. They woke up around the same time, and Oscar let Carlos take a shower. During that time, Oscar haphazardly cleaned up, embarrassed at the state of the bedroom, all his clothes and things scattered everywhere. He hadn’t exactly been expecting company last night. Once Carlos came out, Oscar tried not to stare, tried not to feed Carlos’ already enormous ego. Carlos, with just a towel wrapped around his waist, hair damp and dripping, dewy skin glistening with shower water, rivulets tracing his collarbones and the space between his pecs. With great effort, he tried, but his mouth, maybe, did something weird, because Carlos started smirking. Oscar scowled in response and told him to put clothes on. Carlos then asked if he could borrow any clean, unbranded clothes, since he didn’t want to risk being caught leaving a different hotel, wearing the same clothes as the night before. Oscar found a clean set of clothes from his suitcase, threw it at Carlos’ head, and stared at his phone, scrolling uselessly through Twitter, as Carlos got dressed.

Since Carlos had taken an Uber from the Rose Room to the Hilton last night, Oscar offered to drive him to The W. They tried to hurry out of Oscar’s suite, so that they wouldn’t be seen, but they happened to run into Lando as he was heading for breakfast. Thankfully, he’d kept the majority of his teasing aimed at Carlos. Cradle robbing, are ya? My teammate, no less? Carlos put Lando into a chokehold, and they 

“It’s not like that,” Oscar mumbles, staring at his hands in his lap, how sunshine reflects off his silver ring.

“What’s it like, then?”

(but i didn't really like it so i tried to rewrite it:)

/

the re-written scene:

“Wild night?” Lando asks.

“Er,” Oscar says. “Honestly, yeah.”

Lando waggles his brows, smirking. “Kim tells me you didn’t get back until this morning.”

Oscar scowls. “Now what are you doing talking to my trainer?”

Lando shrugs. “Saw him in the lobby on my way to breakfast,” he explains, then raises a single brow. “Soooo, where were you?”

Oscar doesn’t see a point in lying about it. “Erm,” he says, stalling, before he reveals, “I slept over at Carlos’.”

Lando blinks rapidly. “You what, mate?”

Oscar knows how that sounds, so he hurries to clarify. “It’s not like—I mean. It was just—you know.” He cringes. He isn’t doing a great job at explaining this. “Max just dumped me in Carlos’ suite, cuz Charles was next door. Like, you know…” he rambles. “I slept on the couch and shit.”

“Oh,” Lando says, smirking, “you’re blushing.”

Oscar frowns, curling his thumb under his other fingers, nervous. “It’s not like that.” It isn’t technically a lie.

“Relax. I know you two can’t stand each other.”

“How’d that work out?”

“Surprisingly fine. He drove me back in the morning.”

“He didn’t make you do a walk of shame?”

“You know I’m just teasing, right?”

“I know.”

“But if you, you know. Like, if you guys are—”

“We’re not.”

“I’m just saying, if you are, that’s fine with me. Wouldn’t be the first I’ve heard of it.”

“I’m just surprised. I thought you two couldn’t stand each other.”

Oscar shakes his head. “It was never like that.”

“I don’t get you. You’re always saying that it’s not like that. What’s it like, then?”

“I don’t know.”

For a long moment, Lando stares at him, like he’s trying to find something. Oscar doesn’t think there’s anything there, anything to find. Eventually, he sighs and leans back into his seat. “Y’know, I don’t get you two.”

At that, Oscar laughs. “Mate, neither do I.”

(which i also didn't like)

/

and THEN chapter 6 was actually supposed to be lando's birthday dinner in vegas, in which carcar hookup in the bathroom and lando dramatically walks into the bathroom and is like. Guys wtf. but as fun as that would've been, it just didn't really make much sense/feel right/was a little too silly. and i wasn't that into it as i was writing it tbh.

RIP lando's role just kept getting cut and cut 😭😭😭 sorry baby i'll try to feature you more in pt2

[jonaswpoetry]

Delivered incendiary

Hold the brand aloft, with low

expectations for heightened

—

clarity; drop its flagrance, then watch

as all mystery & yields alike are turned 

—

to smoke amongst un-

sympathetic clouds

@nosebleedclub September Prompts 26. burning field

[omarera]

I just know omar asked himself the question about simon's scent in the q&a, because his answer is the same as the flagrances in his perfume😭😭😭

Smart boy and knows how to market it👍

He sure plays his cards well 🔥

[naradreamscape]

I cannot bring myself to feel joy anymore. It's as bad as when I was being raised by the Catholic side of my family - how dare I give myself an evening of distractions when there are horrible stories to be told? I wake up, I share news of corruption and cruelty, I share GFMs for people being grifted by a colonialist genocide, I go to work, I put up flyers, I go to bed. I don't know what to do with my blog anymore. I ration money and food because I - hell, nobody in town - can afford flagrancies right now. I am existing, but only as a vessel of labour, while people above me demand every industry hit its death spiral of exponential growth and people below me are ground into fine powder. I can't even settle into my faith because there are individuals using it as a means to invade and destroy another country. Supporters of those monsters love to claim I'm a fake Jew because my blood is "dirty" and I'm not sympathetic to the genocidal colonialists. I know my religion doesn't have a hell but whatever state I'm living in right now is hell. This is hell this is hell this is hell