#herbal sanitizer

[vyomindiaorganic]

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[herbalstrategi]

Nature's Solution: Herbal Hand Sanitizers for Clean and Healthy Hands

Herbal hand sanitizers have been gaining popularity in recent years as more people become concerned about the harsh chemicals found in traditional hand sanitizers. These chemical-based products can cause skin irritation, dryness, and even long-term health problems. With the increasing demand for natural and organic products, herbal hand sanitizers have emerged as a healthier and more effective alternative.

Herbal hand sanitizers contain natural ingredients such as aloe vera, tea tree oil, and lavender oil. These ingredients have been used for centuries for their antibacterial and antifungal properties. Unlike traditional hand sanitizers, natural hand sanitizers are gentle on the skin and provide moisturizing benefits. In addition, they are free of harsh chemicals like triclosan and alcohol, which can be drying and damaging to the skin.

One of the key benefits of herbal hand sanitizers is that they are effective against harmful germs and bacteria. The active ingredients in these products work to kill germs and bacteria on contact, making them a great alternative to traditional hand sanitizers. This is especially important during cold and flu season, when the risk of spreading germs is high.

In addition to their effectiveness, organic hand sanitizers are also environmentally friendly. They are made with natural ingredients that are biodegradable and do not contain harmful chemicals that can pollute the environment. This makes them a great choice for individuals who are environmentally conscious and looking to make a positive impact on the planet.

In conclusion, herbal hand sanitizers are a safe, effective, and environmentally friendly alternative to traditional hand sanitizers. They are a great choice for individuals who are looking for a natural and organic solution for keeping their hands clean and healthy.

[verysium]

i got a eros pur femme perfume (and everyone complimented me so far for its smells 😋) so i got to ask, What do you think boys smell like? like natural smell or some deodorant/parfume?

🤭 lucky for you anon there's actually official blue lock perfumes lurking somewhere out there in the ether. i did some research for you, so here's a fragrance note compilation (with additional headcanons):

RIN ITOSHI

top notes: lemon, eucalyptus, lavender

middle notes: rosemary, geranium, vetiver, nutmeg

base notes: guaiac wood, herbal green, musk

hc: rin smells like lavender. notice how there's a period there and not a question mark...that's because it is a solid factual statement. i'm guessing the lavender came either from his laundry detergent or shampoo. currently leaning towards the latter. rin definitely uses women's shampoo.

SAE ITOSHI

top notes: thyme, eucalyptus, galbanum, bergamot

middle notes: rosemary, lavender, orange flower

base notes: cedarwood, hinoki, patchouli, sandalwood

hc: sae's hands perpetually smell like orange peels, and you cannot change my mind. it's a concentration exercise he does on long flights to keep his mind off the airplane anxiety. tries to peel them in a perfect spiral without breaking off any fragments. rin tried to copy him and failed miserably.

NAGI SEISHIRO

top notes: spearmint, lavender, vanilla

middle notes: peppermint, violet, carnation, muguet

base notes: heliotrope, amber, musk

hc: nagi is vanilla (in every sense of the word.) i'm surprised he even smells good. will give him some due credit and say that the spearmint comes from him using listerine mouthwash, so at least he keeps up with his dental hygiene.

REO MIKAGE

top notes: bergamot, eucalyptus, peppermint

middle notes: clove, rosemary, cedarwood

base notes: tonka beans, moss, musk, amber

hc: he smells like peppermint because his boyfriend smells like peppermint. enough said.

BAROU SHOUEI

top notes: lime, bergamot, plum

middle notes: clary sage, tea, ambrettolide, cedarwood

base notes: agarwood, amber, musk, incense

hc: barou's fragrance being limes was not on my 2024 bingo card, but i do agree with him smelling like plum tea and incense. i guess the lime scent just comes from him using cleaning spray all the time. probably the type to buy scented hand sanitizers too.

BACHIRA MEGURU

top notes: neroli, mint tea, honey

middle notes: petitgrain, jasmine tea, cyclamen, muguet

base notes: musk, white cedar, iris

hc: bumblebee bachira is canon. he smells so sweet. like childhood dreams and cheerios.

ISAGI YOICHI

top notes: lemon, orange, clary sage

middle notes: muguet, orchid, heliotrope

base notes: vetiver, crystal musk, white cedar, tolu balsam

hc: isagi smells refreshing amen. the only other scent i would add to this is jasmine. he seems more floral than citrusy to me.

CHIGIRI HYOMA

top notes: bergamot, lemon, lilac

middle notes: ylang ylang, mandarin, spike lavender, sandalwood

base notes: cedarwood, fruity citrus, musk, amber

hc: chigiri doesn't need perfume. he is the perfume. he smells like spring personified.

KUNIGAMI RENSUKE

top notes: galbanum, leafy green, lime

middle notes: nutmeg, lavender, violet, rosemary

base notes: tonka beans, musk, cedarwood, labdanum

hc: i feel like it's obvious to everyone that kunigami is going to have a significantly manlier scent cus every panel of him during the neo egoist league arc is literally just him sweating directly through his uniform. the only sane way i can describe this is that he would smell exactly like a pine tree forest. woody and evergreen. he and barou have similar scents because they both have gone through the same masculine rite of passage. smelling like lime = very manly.

[1schadenfreude1]

Boyfriend to Death x sick reader

Yah I know there's a million of these posts, I'm just adding my own ideas to the mix

Also when I say sick I don't mean a common cold, I mean things like the flu, period pain, stomach virus, high fever, etc.

Without further ado, let's get to it!

Strade

At first he laughs at you and pretends that you're lying about being sick

When it becomes obvious how sick you are, he finally gets medicine for you

Only to hold it over your head and make you do degrading things in exchange for the medicine

If you're contagious, he doesn't want to catch it, so he leaves you alone a little more often until you get better

Sano

He's SO excited. He treats you much more delicately than usual

You become the test subject for all sorts of experimental drugs and medications, some of which make you feel better and some that make you feel worse

You start to feel very stiff from being on the operating table for hours on end with all kinds of machines hooked up to you

Sano aggressively sanitizes every surface in his lab so he doesn't get sick himself

Rire

He LOVES your pain and suffering

Makes nasty comments about how weak and fragile humans are

Eventually brings you a strange magical medicine

It helps you feel better, but it also turns your blood into acid

Ren

P A N I C

Human illness is very different from beastkin illness so he has to do a lot of research to get the right medicine

Absolutely smothers you in affection

Barely lets you get out of bed or feed yourself

Cain

Genuinely doesn't believe you, thinks you're lying to get out of punishment

After realizing how sick you are, he just wants to watch the symptoms slowly eat away at your health

Eventually he relents and agrees to get you medicine

You have to tell him exactly what kind though be cause he really doesn't know lol

Vincent

"Suck it up, kiddo"

He thinks you're cute when you're miserable

Lots of hugs and cuddles

Eventually gets you medicine without trouble

Lawrence

Gives you strange herbal remedies that he's made himself

Some of them help you feel better. Some of them make you hallucinate and leave you questioning what is real

He loves when you're weak and dependant on him for everything

He's more sweet and affectionate than usual

Feel free to send asks for writing and headcanon requests!!

[the-fiction-witch]

Now On Your Life

Media The Artful Dodger (Pre Show Release)

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Cute

I asked! and you little bats have answered! Jack is officially in!

And fun little celebration! this makes my 4000th tumblr post!

I hummed myself a little tune, as I strolled leisurely about the market from stall to stall. My Wicker basket in hand littered with items I had purchased and my small coin purse prepared to purchase more. Often I smiled at those working the stalls or other ladies like myself making their way around. I stopped to look over some eggs when a voice spoke up.

"Miss Y/l/n"

I didn't even need to glance over, I knew who it was, and unfortunately knew what he wanted.

"Dr Dawkins, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"You missed an appointment"

"I wasn't aware I had an appointment" I smiled picking out my eggs and handing over the money taking my eggs and adding them to my basket

"Liar. You had an appointment and you know you did. This is the sixth time you've missed this"

"Ohh how tragic" I said moving to the next stall and looking over some fruits and veg

"You can't keep ignoring it"

"I'm not ignoring it"

"Yes you are"

"No I'm not. I am simply not letting your butcher hands at me" I told him as I went on through the market with him following along behind me 

"If you don't let my hands at you you'll die"

"No, I won't"

"Ughhhh must you be so stubborn" 

"I do not need your madman butchering, I have my medicines"

"Ohh your herbal teas and lavender salt. That's not going to help you"

"It's kept me alive so far Dawkins" I said as I continued on with my shopping

"Will you listen to me. I've told you a hundred times you have to come and let me do something if you don't you're going to be in incredible pain"

"And?"

"And you know I don't want to see you in pain" 

"Don't you? you make money from people being in pain" I snapped as I hurried through the market "It is quite literally your business, so why would I trust you do to anything? You want me to be in pain so you make more money I understand the business of it all." but he grabbed my arm pulling me close 

"That doesn't mean I want to see it happen to someone I care about," He says "Now will you, Please come to the office and let me help you. It's a five-minute procedure maybe less."

"Not on your life." I snapped taking my arm away and heading away from the market through the town park to try and get home but he stopped me and turned me to face him 

"Y/n! You're natural cures and herbal remedies do a lot I will not deny that, and you've helped so many people that I couldn't help, but they can't fix this why can't you understand that? I know you're stubborn, I know you don't trust me, I know you think I'm a butcher just after my money, but I can't bear to think of the pain you'll be in, it'll break my heart to see you die knowing I could so easily have prevented it," He explained, "I'm a doctor, you can't expect me to stand by and let you kill yourself." 

"You know I can't"

"Free of charge then. Because it's you." he says "Please, I promise I'll take care of you. I'll be gentle, and make sure the office and all my tools are clean just for you. Just let me take care of you, Please y/n" 

"And what if it goes wrong?"

"It won't-"

"But if it does?"

"then I'll never forgive myself." He says, "Please just let me help little one" He says stroking my stomach

"Fine" I sighed "But the office is to be cleaned from top to bottom, all your equipment is to be cleaned and sanitized, you are to be fast and gentle, and you are in charge of taking care of me until I'm better"

"I think that's agreeable" He nods 

"And you're the one getting up every time he cries in the night for the first three months"

"One week"

"two months"

"One month"

"Deal" 

"Good girl" He smiled kissing my forehead "Now you finish the shopping I'll see you back at the house and we'll take care of this alright?"

"Alright. Now go and clean that office or I am not letting you do anything" I warn "You are not touching me unless those hands are clean and there is nothing under your nails" 

"Yes darling" He rolled his eyes, and he gave my hand a kiss and then my stomach "You take care of little one, I'll see you later" He said heading back home. 

[aroacewxs]

i'm suffering from the Plague of the Dark Forest (the common cold) so here: wxs and how they deal with being sick

rui

rui does not get sick very often but when he does, it hits him like a TRUCK. not only that, but it takes him ages to even realize that he's feeling BAD in the first place. tsukasa, emu, or nene have to literally point out that he looks terrible for him to realize that oh, he feels like shit. as soon as he realizes that he is, well, SICK, he is chained to his bed/sofa/whatever he sleeps on for days and has to be spoonfed because he physically cannot lift his arms. wxs doesn't buy any of his "i'm feeling better than ever. tip top shape, in fact" bs, by the way.

emu

literally does not get sick. she is an immoveable force of nature, a brick wall. germs fear her. bacteria quake at the mention of her name. rhinovirus who? HOWEVER. on the rare occasions where she does get sick, i think she'd be the clingy type. HATES that she has to stay home and in her room alone and desperately needs some kind of company or external stimulation, whether it be talking with the virtual singers through her phone or texting wxs. she would assure them that she's fine, but really just wants to see her friends in person again :')

tsukasa

if tsukasa got sick, the world would end. his sneezes would shake the earth's core and change our geography completely. my online friends would end up being my neighbours.

firstly, he'd panic internally just a bit once he realizes that his nose feels a bit too stuffy and the tickle at the back of his throat is bothering him more than it should. he'd be completely confuzzled, after all, he spends a good chunk of his time just SANITIZING. he'd be all "ho ho ho what the fuck! there's no way! i, future star tenma tsukasa, caught the common cold?!?" he'd tear his room down, cleaning every single nook and cranny and dumping all his clothes into the laundry machine and downing pills and hoarding up on vitamin c so that he could possibly evade his fate (doesn't work). similarly to rui, he'd deny that he's feeling bad in order to keep working on shows but it eventually catches up to him and he has no choice but to rest.

nene

catches colds as the seasons change and the temperature shifts. she has like two assigned weeks a year for her sickness and deals with it normally: rotting in her bed and curling up into a shivering ball while trying to focus on a video game on her phone and failing miserably. her biggest worry each time is how her cold will affect her voice, deeming her unable to sing properly, but wxs is very understanding and reassure nene of her guilt. tsukasa ends up recommending different herbal remedies and teas that soothe the throat, and albeit nene is hesitant to try something tsukasa suggests, she begrudgingly admits later that they WORK.

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

Truly learning that acne is typically caused by sebum malfunction and/or bacterial/yeast infection was one of the most life changing things of my life. Exfoliate regularly, keep my skin sanitary, and it's like "acne, what acne"

I think learning that "clean" and "sanitary" weren't the same thing was the most dramatic part of this, because it made it easier for me to feel comfortable being dirty* and for me to recognize when my clean skin still wasn't sanitary**

*dirty here literally meaning "has dirt on it" but also just like. Whenever I got into shit and then touched my face I used to panic about my acne flaring back up, and now I know better

**sanitary seems to have a lot more to do with maintaining a degree of homestasis. E.g. it actually ISN'T sqnitary to frequently wash your skin with soap because it strips your skin of sebum in ways more likely to induce or exaccerbate sebum malfunction and flourishing bacterial populations. Meanwhile, slathering myself in olive oil and resin every day has historically been EXTREMELY effective at maintaining healthy skin function and inhibiting bacterial population growth rates. People are often surprised and distressed when I have a particularly good period of skin care and upon inquiring learn it was the outcome of returning to my oil cleanses. I think people really don't believe me that oil can sanitize your skin without soap, and that "cleaning" and "sanitizing" your skin never needs more than water and ANY CLEANSER, mechanical or chemical.

Anyway, stuff like this is why I miss my auntie who used to whip up herbals and medicinals for us back when I was a kid. Even with all that I've learned, it's nothing compared to the generations of knowledge she had in her head. I've just never found the right balance between purchased and self-made that meets her standards of outcome, and I suspect I won't until or unless I can find an apprenticeship with someone. It's nice to feel like I can live up to some of her legacy tho.

[nyxshadowhawk]

Hi, weird question maybe, I'm just some guy who stumbled on your quora answers and figured you're pretty knowledgeable. I'm Italian and I'm wondering if you knew of any forms of magic that could be compared to what in Italy is referred to as 'low ceremonial magic', usually practiced by farmers / poor people. I'm looking for similar traditions in other parts of the world because I'm trying to figure out what kind of magic is most practiced by low income people historically. Thanks a lot

Great question! I'm still in the process of learning about "low magic" or "folk magic." I usually call it folk magic, to distinguish it from ceremonial magic, although the lines between the two are pretty thin and there's significant overlap. (The difference seems to be mainly a class distinction.) If you want to research it, I recommend using "folk magic" as your keyword.

My own country, the United States, has several robust traditions of folk magic that tend to go unnoticed by people who aren't in contact with them. Appalachian Magic is one of the big ones, and Southern Conjure is another one of the big ones. New England has its own variant of English "cunning." Hoodoo and Rootwork are both African diasporic traditions, based in Vodou and practiced mainly in the South. There's also "Pow-Wow," which is mainly Pensylvannia Dutch, Curanderismo and Brujeria (Hispanic), various magical traditions that stem from indigenous religions, and the extremely popular New Age variant of folk magic (which is apparently called "manifesting"). I'm not intimately familiar with all of these systems, but I highly recommend reading New World Witchery by Cory Thomas Hutcheson for a primer on North American folk magic.

The one I know the most about is English "cunning." I just did a project for which I translated part of Bald's Leechbook, a medieval book of herbal remedies written in Old English that was intermixed with some folk spells. I've observed that folk magic tends to be very Catholic, or Catholic-syncretic, because Catholicism has a lot of folk-magic stuff built right into it (like saints' medallions and votive offerings) that were intentionally rooted out of Protestantism. But hey, new folk traditions are always popping up all the time. Tarot cards are only about two hundred years old, but they're a valid and effective divination method, and you can find them in any mainstream bookstore these days.

Finally, I feel the need to say that folk magic is very dark. There's a common idea, mainly in New Age and neopagan circles, that your spells will rebound on you if they're unethical. This has no historical grounding. Curses, forceful love spells, bindings, and other baneful spells are really common. Frequently, magic was the only source of power or agency for people with no other options. Sanitizing folk magic does it a disservice. That doesn't mean that you have to practice baneful magic, only that you should understand why it exists and respect it.

[figuring-out-witchiness]

Recipe- High Protein Strength and Protection Soup

Recently in Hong Kong we had a level Typhoon 8 (really bad storm) come our way. Since I moved into the new apartment and I was by myself I wanted to add a little protection to myself and my place. Ultimately the typhoon ended up not hitting so bad and my area was fine other than some heavy rain and wind. This is the recipe I used as the first storm warnings were put in place.

PLEASE NOTE: Do not only use a spell to protect your house. I also taped my windows and was prepared with resources in case I would be stuck or needed to leave the apartment. Listen to your weather authorities for the proper info. This spell is only to give a little boost to your existing precautions.

This recipe is intended to give you an added boost of protein to help strengthen your body while using the herbal power to infuse your home with peace, strength, and safety.

Ingredients

Bay leaf

Rosemary

Thyme

Salt

Black pepper

Cumin

Basil

Onion

Garlic

Pepper

Potatoes

Beans (any kind) I used white kidney from a can

Vegetable (preferably local and in season) I used Chinese cabbage

Chicken (meat is completely optional)

Cooking instructions

Heat your pot. Then add some oil.

While waiting for your pot to heat, chop up all your sauteeables (garlic, onion, pepper)

When the oil is hot add the chopped garlic, onion, and pepper to the pot and turn heat on low. Stir occasionally until softened and onions are translucent.

Also add in your seasonings. Cooking your aromatics in the oil first will ensure the flavor can bloom. The smell and taste will be more intense.

Chop up the chicken into the desired size pieces.

Season the chicken with the salt and pepper. The. Add the pieces to the pot.

Wipe down your surface and sanitize immediately after handling the chicken to avoid salmonella risk.

Chop your remaining veggies. ( Potatoes and cabbage in this case)

Since in my case I used cabbage, when the chicken was about 50% cooked I added it in to give it a little extra cook. If you're using something less hearty like spinach you can wait to add in later.

When the chicken is about 70% cooked through, add water (or stock if you have that on hand)

Add in the chopped potatoes (and veggies if you didn't add with the chicken)

Simmer on low heat and continually stir to make sure nothing sticks to the bottom. Make sure you taste along the way. Let the seasonings guide your instincts and add whatever you feel is lacking.

When the potatoes are cooked through (can easily poke them through with a fork) then the soup is ready!

Casting Cooking Intensions

I laid all my ingredients out and focused on what I wanted to receive from each of these ingredients. I also acknowledged how they got to my kitchen or the life that went into providing me my meal (chicken in this case since I am flexitarian)

Acknowledged the storm starting outside. I opened a window and listened to the sounds of the nature and city around me. Focusing on the strength and power that comes from the thunder storm.

I organized all of my cooking utensils, pots, and bowls to be used. I sanitized them with boiling water while saying a positive words about the utensils ability to help me cook my meal.

Used my favorite cooking utensil. Many witches lean towards a wooden spoon that they are drawn to, or perhaps add their sigils on. But for me I use my favorite pair of wooden chopsticks! Same intent but different cultural variation based on what I'm drawn to use.

When stirring I stir in a clockwise position to draw in my intentions and counterclockwise to banish negativity or worry thoughts.

It may sound crazy but I speak to my soup. I think about being strong and visualize my house having beefy gym arms to push against the storm. I acknowledge the actual protection my home gives me daily and thank it. I ask my house to use the smells and energy from the soup to give it a little extra strength. I also visualize myself in the gym hitting my prs. And visualize eating my soup and it giving me strength. I also say things like "this soup is going to be so tasty and make me feel so comforted safe and warm while giving me all the protein and vitamins I need to be super strong and healthy" I kinda just say and think these positive things doing what feels right.

When I finally eat the soup I think of it powering me up and I focus on the flavors and all the energy that went into the ingredients that are now being passed on to me!

I save my scraps. The food worked hard to make it to my table and I believe every part should be utalized as much as possible. To reduce waste and show a little love to the earth I collect all the scraps for my freezer and make it into a veggies stock when it's full.

[storyuntrue]

SENSES & OTHER SPECIFIC HEADCANONS.

WHAT DOES SHERLOCK SMELL LIKE?

As   there   are   several   layers   to   Sherlock’s   attire,   there   are   several   scents   which   could   be   detected   on   him.   His   coat   smells   of   cool   air   and   traces   of   cigarette   smoke.   It’s   a   fresh   smell,   with   a   little   bit   of   a   bitter   bite.   His   scarf   mostly   smells   like   his   aftershave   and   touch   like   his   cologne.   He   detests   the   sharp,   synthetic   and   cold   scent   of   dihydromyrcenol,   so   Sherlock   opts   for   a   herbal   aftershave   which   contains   the   scents   of   white   tea,   lavender   and   peppermint.   For   the   cologne,   he   chooses   some   that   carry   notes   of   amber,   sandalwood   and   nutmeg,   making   for   a   much   warmer   fragrance,   something   that   is   more   noticeable   on   his   clothing.   His   skin   usually   carries   tiny   traces   of   soap   and   lavender   scents. 

WHAT DO SHERLOCK'S HANDS FEEL LIKE?

There   is   some   difference   between   his   hands.   While   they   are   always   warm   and   a   bit   dry   to   the   touch   his   left   hand   is   rougher   than   his   right.   And   that’s   due   to   the   calluses   on   his   left   hand’s   fingertips,   left   from   years   of   playing   violin.   The   dryness   comes   from   the   constant   use   of   hand   sanitizer   while   he’s   occupying   himself   in   St.   Barts   labs,   not   wanting   to   contaminate   any   of   his   experiments.   

WHAT DOES SHERLOCK USUALLY EAT IN A DAY?

If   he’s   eating   that   day   at   all,   Sherlock   starts   with   something   simple.   A   buttered   toast   with   a   cup   of   coffee   lasts   him   for   a   few   hours,   if   he   has   to   make   breakfast   for   himself.   Lunch   consists   of   a   cup   of   tea   and   a   scone   or   a   couple   of   biscuits.   He   takes   his   dinner   somewhere   in   town,   not   one   to   cook,   so   even   his   supper   is   most   usually   a   take   out.   Sometimes   Mrs.   Hudson   provides   food,   but   he   tries   not   to   exploit   her.   Too   much,   that   is.   Leading   a   rather   active   life   and   skipping   meals   during   cases,   Sherlock   doesn’t   really   care   about   what   his   meal   consists   of,   whether   it’s   considered   healthy   or   full   of   nutrients.   To   him,   it’s   simply   fuel,   and   he   very   rarely   puts   any   thought   into   it.   That   being   said,   he   does   refrain   from   most   of   the   junk   food.     

DOES SHERLOCK HAVE A GOOD SINGING VOICE?

His   voice   is   not   professionally   trained.   He   can   carry   a   tune   thanks   to   his   skills   in   playing   violin   and   composing,   but   that’s   as   far   as   it   goes.   At   best,   he   hums   sometimes,   but   he   never   outright   sings,   not   if   there   is   even   a   slight   chance   that   anyone   might   hear   him.  

DOES SHERLOCK HAVE ANY BAD HABITS OR TICS?

Boy,   does   he   ever.   Hard   drug   use   —   usually   cocaine,   morphine   or   meth;   he   had   tried   many   others   in   his   lifetime,   but   none   of   them   stuck   as   much   —      and   smoking   are   both   on   and   off   things   for   him.   He   can   stay   sober   for   years,   but   relapses   if   he   experiences   a   harsh   enough   trigger.   Though   he   never   would   admit   to   being   an   addict,   believing   himself   to   be   above   such   a   notion.   As   for   nervous   tics,   he   tends   to   drum   or   rub   his   fingers   a   lot   when   nervous   or   thinking,   bounce   his   leg,   tap   his   feet.   

WHAT DOES SHERLOCK USUALLY LOOK LIKE / WEAR?

Most   usually   always   put   together, clean shaven, neatly styled dark brown curly hair.   A   perfectly   trimmed,   dark   designer   suit,   dress   shoes,   pristine   dress   shirt   with   the   first   couple   of   buttons   popped   open.   Outside   he’s   also   wearing   a   long   Belstaff   coat   and   a   dark   blue   scarf.   In   the   setting   of   his   own   home,   when   not   expecting   any   clients,   Sherlock   opts   for   either   throwing   a   dressing   gown   over   his   shirt   and   trousers   or   fully   changing   into   loungewear   which   basically   consists   of   pajama   bottoms   and   an   old,   cotton   t-shirt.  

IS SHERLOCK AFFECTIONATE? HOW MUCH? HOW SO?

Sherlock   and   affection   don’t   really   go   hand   in   hand.   Not   used   to   physical   displays   or   even   verbal   ones,   he   struggles   to   showcase   his   love   or   affection   to   his   significant   other.   Yes,   he   can   act,   and   pretend   if   needed   for   a   case,   but   displaying   his   true   emotions   leave   him   in   a   rather   uncomfortable   state.   He’s   been   taught   that   vulnerability   as   such   is   very   dangerous,   and   unlearning   this   will   take   years.   And   even   then,   there’s   no   telling   if   he   will   be   fully   able   to   get   rid   of   this   notion   and   discomfort.   He   is   a   bit   more   comfortable   and   open   when   it’s   just   him   and   his   partner,   but   public   displays   of   affection   are   unseemly.   

WHAT POSITION DOES SHERLOCK SLEEP IN?

In   his   own   bed,   he   usually   sleeps   on   his   belly,   head   turned   away   from   the   window,   one   of   his   arms   under   the   pillow.   If   Sherlock’s   sleeping   someplace   else,   especially   if   there   is   limited   space,   he   will   sleep   fully   on   his   side,   turned   away   from   the   light   source,   or   if   there   is   another   person   laying   beside   him,   someone   that   he’s   not   in   a   relationship   with,   turned   away   from   them.   He’s   not   much   of   a   cuddler,   but   he   won’t   oppose   being   the   big   spoon,   or   lay   on   his   back   for   his   partner   to   cuddle   up   to   his   side,   but   rarely   does   he   initiate   the   cuddle   himself.   

COULD YOU HEAR SHERLOCK IN THE HALLWAY FROM ANOTHER ROOM?

Sherlock   often   speaks   in   a   low,   hummed,   nearly   whispered   tone   of   voice,   but   the   bass   in   it   could   still   be   heard.   Not   enough   to   overhear   the   entire   conversation,   just   the   inflection.   If,   however,   he   is   talking   to   a   client,   or   is   frustrated   about   something,   then   his   voice   carries   louder,   sometimes   even   to   a   point   that   the   whole   house   could   hear   him.   His   voice   can   be   both   entirely   soothing   and   incredibly   intimidating,   unmistakable   in   a   crowd   of   voices,   able   to   carry   even   through   closed   doors.  

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[valentine-cafe]

What do your characters usually smell like?

- 🥧

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ Hello there pie!! here is your order on how the characters smell like <3

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍰 ꒱ verse 781

𖹭. Alessio is a good mix of iced coffee, honeysuckle, leather and wildflowers, and a slight smell cigarette smoke, but not the bad kind of smell by any means.

( in 781 there is no tobacco in cigarettes anymore, so they just smell like normal smoke, but faint )

𖹭. Rishen often smells like cherry, sometimes you get the faintest smell of sanitizing products due to his work as a medic, while the smell of brown sugar lingers on his skin.

𖹭. Rishima has a smell reminiscent of marigolds, at times you can catch hints of many different smells of incense. but let’s not forget rishima is also a woman who works in a lab and may at times have some chemical scents lingering on her.

𖹭. Talisen smells like books, that pleasant smell of old and fresh pages as you flip through them, along with the scent of rose and various fruit teas often lingering on him, he also has the slightest scent of marigold and fresh air.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍰 ꒱ verse 209

𖹭. Rishen has a very vivid smell of red velvet and expensive perfume — very rich and tender smells as roses and velvet, along with strong hints of pomegranates.

𖹭. Jìngyí has very rich and warm smells, nothing too heavy, but something that leaves people sitting slightly dazed after he passes by them. a mix of cinnamon and slight clinical sanitizer, slight. You will catch the hints of chili in there as well.

𖹭. Haitāo does not smell of much when he is out on missions, however when he is in the solace of his own home, he smells of lavender, slight hints of coconut and light perfumes, along with candles.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍰 ꒱ verse 9948e

𖹭. Alessio smells of old tomes and earl grey tea, the scent of candles lingering on every part of him, with some hints of sage and another odd scent that sweetens it.

𖹭. Rishen has a faint scent of nutmeg, with marigolds and the slightest whiff of brown sugar here. he has very warm smells, but in the most refreshing way possible

𖹭. Hàoyú smells of an entire garden of flowers, with ink and hibiscus tea lingering on his clothes. while his skin carries the faintest hints of morning dew and light perfumes on it, something that smells a bit like sweetpea.

𖹭. Jìngyí smells of moss and the smell of warm chocolate, and the specific smell of the world right before it rains — along with the faintest hints of marigolds.

𖹭. Mèng yáo smells like rain, mixed together with heavy but comfortable and easing perfumes and herbal scents from her practices and rituals in the yuè sanctuary, which enhances the scent of incense on her clothes and hair. and among these smells, is the slight smell of fire, if you inhale long enough.

𖹭. Yizé smells of sweet hints of tea and roses, along with gunpowder and some smells of sweet iron — he tries to hide it with some heavier scented colognes and perfumes, but if anything, they make the smells more pleasant.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍰 ꒱ verse 164

𖹭. Alessio smells like the forest, covered with wildflower and moss scents, the smell of freshwater and an earthy smell, along with the faintest hints of olives and vanilla. with these smells, he has the usual ritual smells littered over him as well, but only in the slightest sense; candles, scrolls, books pages and incense.

𖹭. Talisen smells like river and the smell of wind, freshly brewed green tea lingering in the air, along with roses and lilies. and. . . the slightest hints of cinnamon buns?

[brokoala-soup]

I think my aesthetic might be something along the lines of cottagecore and light academia with a tinge of Studio Ghibli and bits and pieces of chaotic academia. So this includes:

classical music blaring out of cheap speakers, homemade food served in reused takeout containers, half dying houseplants in everything but traditional flower pots, the fragrance of jasmine and mint, mirrors reflecting sunlight on to disorganised bookshelves with the most random collection of books, soups in glassware, gel pen doodles all over my notes, herbal teas in whiskey glasses, locally sourced incense sticks, handmade woolen blankets over commercially sold quilts, baking granola bars on a lazy sunday afternoon, adding chocolate to literally everything, mid day naps when the weather is cloudy yet humid, ribbon ties instead of stapler pins, making my own spice powders, scented oil lamps, being obsessed with cloves, sleeping on a bed full of pillows only to find over half of them on the floor next morning, missing alarms because closing my eyes for two more seconds won't make me fall asleep again, picking flowers and herbs from the garden, sleepy afternoons, careful skincare but with the most day to day products, eucalyptus oil, use and throw inhalers to deal with my anxiety because the smell of menthol calms me down, short nails and neutral manicure, smelling like flowers one day and like the sea the other, getting excited whenever I spot the moon, absolutely in awe and in love with the clouds because they're amazing and so creative, puppies, calligraphy using ball pens, homemade mocha latte using soya milk, my grandma's childhood earrings that I wear all the time, newspapers, organic vegetables sold by retired social workers, tote bags, reusable metal water bottles, hot showers and cold rinses, using my grandmother's favorite brand of soap because I love smelling like her, herbal hair oil, smelling like sandalwood, cooking pasta with the family, reading secondhand books, collecting fused light bulbs, pencil underlines, postcards, 1 am poetry, pop instrumentals and pensive journaling, benzene rings on page margins, berry flavoured cough syrup, baking bread, long walks, loud conversations, thrifting, e-books, chocolate wrappers hidden between dictionary pages, colourful periodic table prints, plushies, honey, fleece blankets, sleeping cats, signet ring, dried rose I'd bought for myself and carried around like a trophy travelling back home with it in the public bus, twinning perfumes coincidentally with my best friend, vintage looking brand new ink pen and expired ink, sticky notes with motivational quotes covering my wall, never buying perfumes and only using the ones I'm gifted, random words that remind me of niche incidents or memories written along the corners of my study material, pearl jewelry set that my dad gifted my mom but it's me who wears it now, combat boots bought at ¼th it's price at a discount clearance sale, all my jackets being bought from different countries by my dad and thus each serving as a token of memory, lipstick shades that match only extremely specific vibes and look off and odd at other times, cherry lip balm stick that I've used only twice, daily calendar sheets reused as a notepad, birthday candles from my 16th birthday sitting on my work table, the lingering smell of multiple beverages in my room because I seldom wash the cups I drank them from and now they're cluttered all over the room, hand me down luxury watches older than me, chipped nailpolish, reminders written down on tissue papers, bus tickets all over my bag, sugar-free chewing gum, deodorant that never washes off my clothes, wearing clothes purchased 5 years ago and getting compliments simply because it's not trendy but is unique, mini origami cranes, rose sprays, lychee scented sanitizer, baking bread at home on weekends, homemade hair masks, turning up late because i was busy enjoying life walking through the eucalyptus grove on the way to class, running to the station yet missing the train, all my everyday ornaments having a deeper meaning to me.

[stories-and-chaos]

Tarnished pt 10

[Helluva Boss AU where Blitzø’s childhood theft from Stolas’ palace is discovered and major consequences ensue for everyone involved.]

[Part 10/?? Word count 2064 Cw: none]

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Blitzø’s jaw dropped as Loona gave a condensed version of her history. It had taken a lot of coaxing from Via and the older girl was still hesitant. But the hellcat was well and truly out of the bag now.

So over the course of an hour, Blitzø learned more about his daughter’s history than in the past year and a half since her adoption. Still, he had the feeling they were getting the sanitized version for Via’s benefit. Considering where Loona’s sister was, it was probably for the best.

And the fact that his not-so-little-girl had siblings? Blitzø had known that Hellhounds often gave birth to multiples, but neither the staff nor Loona had mentioned anything about her being part of a litter. Granted, her brothers had been gone for quite awhile. She seemed to barely count them as siblings now. But she’d spent over eighteen months studying magick to find her sister. Dina was obviously still important to her, but she hadn’t mentioned her at all.

Instead she’d kept the whole situation secret. If Via hadn’t pushed the issue, Blitzø might have never known. And if Loona had just burst into one of Pentagram City’s sex-based businesses…well, it depended on which Overlord was connected to it. From the little he knew about the Sinner leaders, they didn’t take kindly to their assets being interfered with.

Blitzø struggled not to vent his frustration on her. If she’d just told him what was going on, he would have helped her. But he reminded himself that she hadn’t had a reason to trust him at first. That trust was building and the quickest way to destroy it was to yell at her. He’d fucked up enough relationships to know that.

Stolas was also struggling to remain calm. His rank generally insulated him from the underworld of Hell. He knew things happened, but he usually didn’t even think about it. Knowing someone personally involved, it was a shock. What about Via? an internal voice prodded him. Check on your daughter, stupid bird.

Octavia looked exhausted and distressed. She already knew everything Loona had just told them, so the teen wasn’t surprised. But what she had seen in Pentagram City, that had been upsetting enough. She was just as insulated from the darker elements as her father. Stolas was just glad the girls hadn’t ventured any further into the Red Light district.

Belatedly, he buzzed for a servant. Both young women were tired. From the sound of things, they’d walked over half the city today. Food and drink was in order. He debated asking for coffee or something else stimulating, but decided against it. Loona looked like she needed to rest to think clearly again. Delaying that wouldn’t be ideal, he decided. So he requested an herbal tea blend. Something comforting and refreshing enough for mental clarity, but nothing that would keep them awake.

While they all waited, Blitzø gathered his thoughts. He looked squarely into Loona’s eyes. The hellhound was sure he was going to be furious. He’d kick her out, now that he knew she’d been keeping secrets from him. He didn’t need her specifically as a receptionist. And his life was complex enough without adding in the problem of two random hellhounds, one of whom was presumably trapped by an Overlord. She did her best to brace herself for the inevitable.

“Loonie… thank you. For trusting Via. And telling me.” Her ears, flattened back against her head, twitched in surprise. Her eyes widened in her confusion. No way was he thanking her. This had to be some sort of trick. There was a ‘but’ coming, there had to be.

There wasn’t. Just a very uncomfortable imp, looking at her with a mix of sadness and anger (for her, not at her) tinted with…pride? “I’m so proud of you, Loona. This has got to be so hard for you. Trusting anyone, after what’s happened. So thank you. And I’ll help you and Dina,” he finished resolutely.

Loona struggled against tears. Stolas interjected with: “Of course we’ll help! Although we do need to think of our next steps…” A rap on the door signaled their food had arrived. The prince had asked for platters of finger foods along with the tea. If they got distracted from eating, the charcuterie board and sliced fruit wouldn’t be hurt sitting out. And no one would feel bad only picking at a meal.

“You mean we’re not just going to go on and grab her?” Loona grabbed a handful of mini sausages to wolf down.

“I mean, that is an option. Buuuuuuut it might give us more problems in the end.” Blitzø grabbed the cheese wedge that had been included for him. “Especially if whoever owns the business wants to make trouble. Hey Floof?” Stolas looked up from the cups of tea he was handing out. “No chance she’s been bound or anything, right?”

Loona felt lightheaded as the blood drained from her face. Stolas had warned her about being bound and Blitzø was a prime example of what could happen to a demon if another was determined to have control over them.

But before she could start to panic over the idea, Stolas replied, “Highly unlikely. First, not many know the process. Second, it would take a great deal of power; if a Sinner had that much they wouldn’t be bothered to bind hellhounds. Third, if they used her sigil they’d have to discover it first. Fourth, most Sinners rely on soul contracts or deals, not bindings.”

“Wai, whaff’s ‘e diff’ens?” the imp said around his mouthful of cheese. Both Loona and Octavia looked interested in the upcoming magick lesson, but Stolas waved a hand. “Not important right now, Blitzy. Besides I’ve told you before and I’ve seen the way your eyes glaze over when I talk about these things.” He noticed both girls look disappointed and said, “We can cover that next lesson. For now let’s stay on task.”

Via picked up a mouse and swallowed it whole before adding to the discussion. “We know where Dina is but we don’t know anything about the place. Before anything else, we need information, right?” She was treating this like a problem solving exercise from one of her tutors. It helped her be a bit less emotional about everything at the moment.

Blitzø and her dad both nodded. “Did either of you make note of the establishment’s name? Or what signage was on the building?” Both young women shook their heads; Loona had been focused on her sister and Via had been pointedly looking away from any of the bright neon signs on that street. “Understandable, in the heat of the moment.” Stolas pondered the issue while nibbling a cracker. “We may need another piece of Dina’s fur. I can cast the tracking spell, then we can get the information we need.”

Loona was hesitant to use more of Dina’s fur. She had twenty-three left, plenty to use for the spell, but what if they needed more later? Not to mention they were stashed in her bedroom miles away. She had a spark of an idea and hurriedly pulled out her phone. “Hold on,” she said, unlocking it. It had 15% power left but that should be enough. Pulling up the map settings, she went to the location tracking. It had been on all day.

“Here we go!” She put the phone on the table so everyone could seem it. The route she and Via had taken was depicted as a meandering blue line. “Nice thinking Loonie!” Blitzø crowed as Via took note of their step count. “I think that’s my steps for the rest of the week.”

Loona zoomed in to where the line of their path took a sharp turn, followed by a very purposeful and direct route back to the shopping district. “There, that’s the street we saw her at. She was at a building four doors down on this side, so it should be this one.” Blitzø noted the address in his phone.

“Well, that’s one part solved. I suppose Blitzy or I will need to, what’s the term, ‘scope out’ the place?” Despite the situation, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the vernacular. “Such a silly term. But that will be tomorrow evening at the earliest. We can try to do some investigating during the day.”

Both Blitzø and Loona shot him down. “Floof, you’re an eight foot tall demon prince. You’re gonna stick out like a sore thumb.”

“Well you’re not going alone, Blitzy. We all know how you can be when someone you care about is in danger,” Stolas shot back. The binding on Blitzø flared for a second; evidently that statement counted as an order. The two men glared at each other, stalemated. Loona was ready to say she’d go alone when someone behind her cleared their throat.

She whirled around to see a female imp. She was dressed in a crisp maid uniform, her mostly black horns made tight spirals among her fluffy dark hair tied in a loose braid. She was about the size of Millie and Moxxie, and looked about Blitzø’s age. The woman seemed vaguely familiar and Loona recognized her scent, but couldn’t quite place it.

“Scarlet?! Jeebus, you’re as sneaky as ever.”

Scarlet shrugged. “It comes with the job Blitzø. In any case, you all weren’t being terribly quiet.”

“Aw fuck, does everyone know what’s going on?”

“Fortunately no, most of the staff is off duty for the evening. I’m not here about that. I want to help.” The group stared at her, none of them quite comprehending her bald declaration.

Stolas found his voice first. “Scarlet, I appreciate everything you’ve done for Blitzø and myself over the years, but we can’t ask you to put yourself in danger.”

“Why would you even help? You don’t know me,” Loona snapped.

The maid was unfazed. Of course, working in a palace that had Stella in it, one had to be used to shows of temper. “You Highness, you’re not asking; I’m offering,” she said with deliberate inflection. “As to why we want to help Miss Loona, we’ve been friends with Blitzø for ages. He loves you.” She smirked at the other imp as he blushed and scrambled over to her. He didn’t manage to reach her before she continued on. “You’re his daughter after all. Of course we want to help.”

“Oooooookay, that’s enough outta you!” Blitzø lifted her up over his head as she squeaked. He started jogging to the door, still holding her up. “Thanks anyway Scarlet, we got this- wait. Who’s ‘we?’”

“Me and Vex, obviously.” She grinned down at him, the tip of her tail poking his forehead.

“Obviously,” a deep male voice said from the door. A male imp, slightly older than Blitzø and Stolas, entered the room. He was a bit shorter than Blitzø, his bright white hair was trimmed short and his slim horns swept back over his head. Loona recognized his scent from Stolas, or more specifically Stolas’ clothes.

Vex acted as Stolas’ valet whenever Blitzø wasn’t available, which had become more common the past few years. Scarlet was the only maid that could enter Blitzø’s secure room unaided. They were the servants the prince and the imp assassin trusted most among the palace staff.

“We’ll check this place out tomorrow night, bring back any info we can.” The imp seemed very sure of himself. “We won’t do more than make sure your sis is there and get the lowdown on the joint.”

“Vex, Scarlet,” Blitzø lowered his arms so the maid could hop down. “You guys can’t-“

Vex interrupted him. “Nope, can’t stop us man. Miss Via and Miss Loona need to stay out of the area. You and the boss can’t go. Lety and I are gonna go; we’ve got a plan in case we need to be there more than once. Though we’d appreciate not paying for everything ourselves, sir.” That last line was directed at Stolas.

Via finally piped up, “It’s better than what you lot have come up with. And he’s right, we can’t stop them.” Well, her father probably could. But doing so would lose them two trusted servants, not to mention ruin those friendships.

In the end, everyone deferred to Loona’s opinion. This was for her sister after all. “Fine, let’s do it.”

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[southern-belle-outcasts]

Okay I tried to do a quick scroll before I went back to work, I already walked 8mi today and it took a lot out of me but I need to do flats so it was literally just a uber fast ‘what might be important’.

I see a lot of y’all getting sick and I’ma put on my big sib hat for a moment (I’m the oldest of 9 okay I did earn that title), and also these are just good reminders in general (read: Tagg fucking take your own advice ffs). It might get a smidge lengthy so under read more.

Getting sick isn’t a moral failing, it’s literally bugs’ job to fuck with us but to help you dodge this shit since I myself have a crappy immune system and cannot fucking afford being sick (and apart from that fucky business a few months ago have mostly dodged contagious stuff in the last few years)….continue reading.

Stay hydrated. I’m fucking terrible at this with plain water in the winter because who the fuck wants to drink water that MUST be cold when you’re already struggling to stay warm right now? Not me. So add some lemon (yay vitamin C). I can’t buy fresh lemons. I forget them and they go bad. BUT the bottled stuff while it does not taste as good imo, still has the good shit. So flavor and vit c. Or add it to herbal tea! Something that isn’t monster or dark soda or coffee (yes I’m aware those are part of the major food groups I don’t care you dehydrated walking plant). Broth soups also count- chicken soup is the cure all for a reason- veggies and hydration in one!!!

Eat. Something. You can’t run on nothing. Fed is better than not, period. Eating what you can afford is doing yourself better than going hungry for the sake of those two nights of ‘healthy food’.

If you stopped masking, go back to it. No seriously don’t stop. Buy one with a print you like with the slot for a filter and wear that shit. I’m sure most of my dodging illness during the height of lockdown while being not able to isolate in high trafficked places was the masking. That and the hand washing and hand sanitizers.

Speaking of- the one brand I used to buy is a boycott but there are lotion hand sanitizers out there if you’re like me, and you can just look at hand sanitizer and your hands crack. Highly recommend. 13/10. Not going back.

Indoor clothes/outside clothes- keep your ‘been everywhere all day’ cooties off the bed and your furniture. Will also reduce allergens embedding in the places where you’re laying down. Even if you didn’t shower, you’re doing yourself a favor changing the clothes. Yes I know this is more laundry, so there’s also clothing/fabric sanitizer. It’s like 8$ for a can but that’s an option if extra laundry is a Herculean task of which I understand the trials and tribulations.

If you can afford it- get some elderberry supplement. It’s not as difficult to find as it was in 2020. Ideally you take it just regularly, in a pinch, start taking it as soon as you feel ick to lessen it.

Lots of garlic, pepper, and ginger in your food. That is all. Season your food. Good food, better immune system, no notes needed.

Here is where you’re going to laugh at me and tell me to fuck off- SLEEP. Look, I am well aware okay, I know. But even if you have insomnia like me, your body will get more rest just by laying down and closing your eyes than it will by not doing so even if you didn’t even hit light sleep let alone REM.

Okay that’s it. That’s the post. I am not going to call it no brainer stuff because all of these things I had to learn and some were definitely as an adult, so just in case nobody told you, it’s for you. If you’re adhd and forgot, this one’s also for you. I’m not claiming to be a health expert, I ain’t a doc, just an expert at trying to dodge urgent care while living in a dystopia with no health insurance and I don’t like seeing people down and feeling crappy. :D

[texasdreamer01]

Getting to Know You Meme

Tagged by @spurious!

01) Are you currently in a serious relationship? Nah

02) What was your dream growing up? I liked a lot of things, but hadn't particularly settled on any idea

03) What talent do you wish you had? Baking

04) If someone bought you a drink what would it be? Hot chocolate with whipped cream

05) Favorite vegetable? ... Cabbage?

06) What was the last book you read? Oh, finished reading - that was a while ago, but currently I'm reading some diary from WWI off-and-on

07) What zodiac sign are you? Aquarius sun

08) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Just the ear piercings

09) Worst Habit? I don't even know what classifies as a bad habit uhhh I guess needing to write in the same ink colour for my notes?

10) What is your favorite sport? Archery

11) Do you have a Pessimistic or Optimistic attitude? I'm life will sort itself out, but it needs a few good kicks to start it - dunno if that's optimistic or pessimistic

12) Tell me one weird fact about you. ?? I'm on tumblr, what qualifies as weird, here?

13) Do you have any pets? Nope

14) Do you think clowns are cute or scary? I think it depends on the clown tbh

15) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be? Nicer nails, I guess?

16) What color eyes do you have? Brown

17) Ever been arrested? Nope

18) Bottle or can soda? Bottle

19) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it? How much is left after taxes?

20) What's your favorite place to hang out at? home tbh

21) Do you believe in ghosts? I've lived in a lot of haunted places, so, yes, definitely

22) Favorite thing to do in your spare time? Reading, writing, listening to music

23) Do you swear a lot? Nnnnoooo?

24) Biggest pet peeve? People attributing one thing for another thing because they think doing so makes them look good/smart/moral/whatever

25) In one word, how would you describe yourself? ummmmmmmm. odd

26) Do you believe/appreciate romance? yes! i'm weird at it but i like it.

27) Favourite and least favourite food? Fave: bread, least fave: cauliflower

28) Do you believe in God? If god is real, I'm owed rent money

29) What makes you happy: Not being stressed

30) Currently listening/the last thing you listened to: Moonlight Sonata

31) Favourite place to spend time: i like! to be! at home!

32) Favourite lyric:

Sometimes before it gets better, the darkness gets bigger/ The person that you'd take a bullet for is behind the trigger/ Oh, we're fading fast, I miss missing you now and then

33) Recommend a film: The Wandering Earth 2

34) Recommend a book: The Modern Herbal Dispensatory: A Medicine-Making Guide by Thomas Easley & Steven Horne

35) Recommend a band, a song, or album: So Much (For) Stardust by Fall Out Boy

36) Recommend a TV show: Stargate SG-1

37) Where are you from, and do you still live there? Where have you lived? I've been all over the US, so no, don't live where I came from

38) Do you have any pets or animals in your life? How did you find/get them? Nope

39) What's the most unusual thing you've ever eaten? Whatever gets thrown into the pan right before I go grocery shopping.

40) How did you 'find' fandom? MySpace! I was actually recommended to check out FFN, and I poked around from there.

41) Make a list of 5 things that you see without getting up. Book, book, another book, hand sanitizer, lotion. Pens?

42) How do you style your hair? Pinned up.

No pressure tags: @pandora15, @ygodmyy20, @variablejabberwocky, @stinalotte, @strangelygleeful, @obscurefrost, @dedkake, and anyone else who wants to do this!

[the-whumpening]

The Caged Tiger | Part 3

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CW: forced nudity, medical whump, humiliation, dehumanization, noncon touching (non-sexual)

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Faye dries Ash off and lugs the basin to a drain across the room. When she returns, Ozmund hands her a roll of measuring tape and strange metal calipers; she quickly sets to work detailing every specification of Ash’s body. As she dictates the numbers, a floating quill magically transcribes them in Ozmund’s book. At one particularly embarrassing measurement, Ash can hear Ozmund mutter under his breath, "I always wondered if it was barbed . . . "

When Faye is finished with her work, Ozmund saunters over and places two cold fingers against Ash's jugular; after a minute of stern silence staring at his pocket watch, he moves his hand to Ash’s sternum and continues to focus intently. In such close proximity, his spice-laden perfume stings Ash's nose. He tries to quell the trembling beneath his skin—the last thing he wants is to show fear—but even his teeth are chattering against his locked jaw.

“Respiration and pulse are elevated,” Ozmund dictates to Faye—or perhaps his magic quill? Ash isn’t sure. Unperturbed, Ozmund jams a finger in Ash’s mouth, pulling up his lip to expose his gums and teeth. Ash is too stunned to even be offended. “Gums are pink and”—he pokes at them—“react appropriately to stimuli. Teeth, though excessively worn, indicate an omnivorous diet. Canines are defined and enlarged; we’ll have to get a mold of those later. Surprisingly little sign of disease.”

He shakes his hand after removing it from Ash’s face, a glimmer of green magic fluttering in its wake. His book returns to his hand, and he tucks it securely under his arm.

“Tidy up and sanitize everything, please, Faye. He seems dehydrated; give him a vial of Devil’s Herb before you return him to his stall. For now, we’ll maintain the usual feeding cycles and adjust as needed.” Faye nods and gives a polite bow as Ozmund exits the room. He pauses in the doorway, then turns to Ash. “A little extra protein, perhaps. You’ll need your strength.”

What the hell just happened? Dumbfounded, Ash is paralyzed in place; he barely notices when Faye approaches him with a small vial of yellow-green liquid.

“It’s not dangerous, I promise,” she assures him, unplugging the cork and holding it to his lips. “It’s just an herbal tonic. We only call it that because it tastes . . . well . . . ”

He can already smell the acrid odor, and every fiber of his being wants to refuse to drink the foul concoction. Ozmund’s threat looms heavily in his mind, though—just stay alive. Surely he wouldn’t kill you this quickly . . . Hesitantly, his jaw quivering with resolve, he accepts the putrid potion. Immediately, his throat tries to reject the piss-flavored horror, but he forces it down, jabbing his elbow into the wall behind him to let out his disgust.

“I know, I know,” Faye quietly apologizes. “It’s an . . . acquired taste. But it’ll help you sleep and stay healthy.” As kind as she’s been to him, Ash is glad his voice left him long ago; if it hadn’t, he’s sure he would say something he’d regret.

As instructed, Faye unlatches his chain from the wall and leads him back into the small enclosure. He notices a pile of soft hay has been placed at one end—there’s even a modest woolen blanket and a set of rough cotton clothes. Faye redresses him in the fresh clothing, then attaches the chain to a low ring by the hay. From such a low position, his movement is restricted; he can’t stand all the way upright or reach the door. Before leaving to continue her work, Faye sets a tray in front of him. Raw meat is stacked in a surprising quantity beside a bowl of thick vegetable stew and a heel of bread. Surprisingly . . . hearty, for a prisoner. And yet, the only water offered to him is in a small trough attached to the wall.

The dichotomy gives him whiplash—on the one hand, Faye treats him quite a lot like a human, capable of reason and deserving of pity, at the least; on the other, Ozmund seems to view him as purely a beast, kept in a stall like a horse and forced to crawl on his hands. Ash doesn’t even want to dwell on the humiliating examination he’d been put through.

But then, Ozmund hasn’t been quite as cruel as he expected, either. Why hasn’t he hurt me yet? Other than making me fight Owen, which I would’ve done anyway given the chance. He’s healed me, given me plenty of food . . . What game is he playing? What the hell is he planning? I don’t understand . . .

Curled up in the warm hay, the Devil’s Herb pulls Ash deeper and deeper into unconsciousness. With Ozmund out of the room, his tensed, shaking muscles finally relax, and he falls asleep. In the comforting darkness, pleasant images flash before him, settling on a fantasy he often returns to when he imagines his future: instead of the cold and fearful dungeon, he's warm and safe in his bed, Evius at his side and tiny Zephyr cuddled between them. A family—different than he expected, but exactly what he dreams.