#maybe not lavender it gets itchy

[cluepoke-archive]

OK I think I'm done with this now! Good practice good fun. I need to go soak my hands in lavender or something now owie

[viridescentelf]

Yandere Masseur - Micolai Introduction

Yandere Masseur x You (gender neutral)

Summary: A masseur you visit often is enthralled with you, planning to take every session one step further.

WARNINGS: 18+, no minors interact!, dubcon, explicit language, explicit sexual thoughts, touching, obsessive, toxic behavior

I chose the name Micolai, sorry lol Laoire is hard for me pronounce

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You were a regular. And you were his favorite.

Whenever he saw your name on his list of clients, he couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear. It had to mean something, that you came back so frequently.  

You told him it was due to your stressful day to day life. But he knew it wasn’t just that. You must yearn for his touch. The second his skilled fingers met your skin; he felt you shake slightly at the soft impact.

Micolai had many returning customers. He was the best in the parlor. It helped that he was good-looking, too. But it wasn’t just that, his hands were strong and well-trained.

Older customers complimented his complexion, a light tawny tone he didn’t need to try hard to get. A split second in the sun and his skin absorbed it instantly, drinking in every ray. His black hair curled at their tips, the wavy bangs reaching his strong brows and enveloping his dark chocolate eyes. An, older female customer he didn’t care for continuously complimented his steely eyes. They only softened for you.

Micolai had a way of smiling without his eyes. Most customers didn’t notice. They sparkled for the first time when he met you. It started when he answered the phone and heard your sweet voice for the first time. You had asked for a 60-minute session. Micolai immediately put you into his own time table, curious to meet the siren.  When your eyes met in the waiting room, he had trouble speaking. You literally took his breath away. He left the door open a crack while you undressed, peaking in, excited that you would let him touch you. The first time he felt your skin, he noticed a tremble in his own muscles, an extremely unusual occurrence. No one ever managed to unnerve him like that before.

The madam had given him the biggest room in the massage parlor, since he earned her the most profit. He decorated it to his (and your) liking, adorning the wooden shelves with many candles, dim fairy lights and fake plants. He carried his trusty speaker to his new room and set it up near the table, so he could adjust the volume when he saw fit. You loved the sound of the ocean; you were less tense when you heard waves between calming piano notes in the background. He had a beautiful vase that he used for tips, which was always full to the brim. One day he followed you home and noticed you looking at this particular one in a shop mirror. You hadn’t recognized it, yet. Maybe it hadn’t been what you were looking at in the store.

He didn’t accept tips from you, much to your chagrin. You tried every time. He couldn’t muster up the courage to ask for something else as a tip. One day, he would.

He learned that you loved orchids. Every time you visited him, a new bloom appeared in his room, which you complimented furiously. He wanted you to feel comfortable here. An entire relaxation area – just with you in mind.

Micolai crafted his own massage oil, mostly out of necessity due to the parlor’s cheap oil giving him itchy rashes. It had too many harsh ingredients that clashed with his soft skin. He couldn’t risk losing the smoothness that you loved. He had been experimenting with scents for you. He settled on lavender and lemon, two fragrances that made you moan when the scent reached your nostrils. A sound that drove him wild.

While he prepared the room for the next unimportant client, he wrapped his bathrobe tight around his waist. He only left it loose for you, in case you wanted to see more. You never did, but he was hopeful. When he worked on others, he thought of you. Every second of his day revolved around you, when would you come again? How could he take this further?

Seeing your divine naked form before him… it was like God was tempting him every time. He resisted the violent urge to pull the towel away from you, to see you in all your glory before him. To touch you in your intimate space and swirl out all the stress you say befalls you. He could make it all melt away, with two fingers. With one hand.

He already touched you where he shouldn’t, massaging your glutes and taking it in. The first time he dared this move, you jolted up a bit, but his slick voice soothed you quickly: “Shh, it’s alright. You carry a lot of tightness here. I know what I’m doing.”

This time, he would try to brush his lips against your skin while massaging your legs. For a brief taste. If you reacted negatively, he would claim he slipped in the oil. It was all part of the plan.

Each and every time, Micolai became more daring and more pent up. When you left his room, he had to relieve himself. He did it all over the towels you were wrapped in. Smelling your scent that lingered on the ones you laid on; he busted onto the one wrapped around your waist. His room was far in the back, so no one heard his cries of relief.

It was the perfect area to please you. You could be as loud as you want.

Eventually, he will get to experience every part of your form.

And feel all of you.

[bullet-prooflove]

Hello 👋 as long as there is Colter content coming, I'm happy and thankful!

I'd love to do a three things ask though, since you're still doing that!

Colter Shaw + midnight, falling, tea

Thanks!

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Companion piece to:

Stay (NSFW) - Colter can never ask for you to stay.

The Maybe Girl (NSFW) - Colter makes a mistake by revealing his feelings for you.

Snow - Colter makes a realisation when you end up staying the night in Nebraska.

It’s past midnight when Colter wakes up to find you absent from his bed, his palm runs over the sheets finding them cool to the touch. He sighs, thinking you’ve disappeared again but then he hears the crackle of wood outside, sees the orange glow of a fire peeking through the blinds.

He brings the blanket with him when he steps outside of the trailer. There’s a bite in the Nebraska air that causes goosebumps on his skin, he can see them on yours too as you sit out here in nothing but his t-shirt with a mug of tea clasped between your hands.

The scent of lavender reaches his nostrils, it’s infused with honey and camomile. Nightime tea, he realises, the exact same type his mom used to make when he was a kid.

“Bad dreams?” He questions as he drapes the blanket around your shoulders, squeezing them gently before he sits down alongside you.

“You think I’d be used to them by now.” You sigh, tucking yourself up against him.

“I don’t think it’s ever something you get used to.” He says softly, staring into the fire. “I still dream about the night my father died, finding him at the bottom of that cliff…”

He trails off then because he doesn’t like going back to that night, the guilt that’s associated with it. For the longest time he’d thought Russell was responsible, but then he ran into him again, looked into his eyes he knew there wasn’t a chance in hell that his brother had killed their father.

“They say that PTSD changes your brain chemistry.” You tell him as you cradle the mug to your chest. “Mine must be seven shades of fucked up at this point.”

“I’d say we’re both a little fucked up.” Colter concedes as he gathers you up close, shielding you from the coldness of the night. “It’s probably why this works so well.”

A comfortable silence falls, the two of you watching the flames as they lick up towards the sky trying to chase away the darkness.

“How long do you think we can keep this up?” You ask quietly. “Living like this, off the grid?”

He reads the real question behind your words.

How long do you have him? How long do you have this shelter out here away from the rest of the world?

Colter, he never stays in one place too long, he gets itchy feet, he always has. It’s why he travels around the country seeking out reward jobs, why his father used to call him The Restless One. If it was any other circumstance he’d already be on route to God knows where but it isn’t any other circumstance. It’s you and Colter will always come through for you, no matter what the cost.

“There’s nowhere else I have to be.” He assures you, his lips brushing over your temple. “We can stay here for as long as you need.”

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[thievinghippo]

46 for Emmrich/Edda! Or Sonnet if you prefer :)

A kiss out of envy or jealousy for Emmrich and Edda! This is set during the 'Blood of Arlathan' quest

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“Do you think the Antaam gossip about you as much as the Venatori apparently do?”

“Ugh, Neve, don’t remind me,” Rook says, finishing up the buckles on her gambeson. She is so grateful to be out of that itchy Venatori armor it’s not even funny. Hopefully they’ll all move faster through the camp now that they’re in their regular gear. They have to find the Dalish. And quick. “As if they could ever turn me.”

“Fair point,” Neve says as she adjusts her fascinator. “Emmrich might have called that one a fan, but to me, it sounded more like a bit of a crush.”

Rook lets out a laugh. She can’t help it. “I am not the type of person people crush on.” She looks over at Emmrich and smiles. The dopey one that only he ever gets to see. “With one really big exception standing right over there.” A horrible thought crosses her mind. “Wait. Emmrich, do you still have a crush on me? Or are we past that stage already?”

“I most assuredly do, my darling.”

“Phew. Good. I still have a crush on you, too.”

“That is very gratifying to hear.”

Neve shakes her head. “You two are ridiculous. Stop me if I ever sound like that about Lucanis.”

Rook fake coughs. “Seafood and candlelight.”

“Fair. I’ll give you that one.”

Once Rook straps her shield to her back, she looks at Emmrich and Neve. “Ready to head out?” She’s not sure where exactly they need to go, but they need to get away from the main Venatori forces. Ideally soon.

“If you would excuse us for just a moment, Neve,” Emmrich says, sounding far too serious for a man who has a crush on her. “Rook, a word?”

He’s already marching off to a small alcove and all Rook can do is look at Neve and shrug. “I think I’m in trouble,” she whispers, wondering what could Emmrich possibly want to talk to her about. When they’re in the middle of a Venatori camp. “I’ll make this quick.”

 Rook follows Emmrich into the alcove. Who is already down on one knee. Which usually only means one thing for them. She takes a step closer and isn’t surprised in the slightest when he grabs her hand and pulls her into his arms.

He kisses her then, first hard and demanding, before making way for soft and slow. When they break apart, Rook palms his cheek. “What in the world was that for?”

“I just… That Venatori. I don’t like the way he said your name, Rook.”

Rook hooks her hands behind Emmrich’s neck and leans back, just a bit. This is most certainly a surprising development. She didn’t think the man had a jealous bone in his body. But maybe this isn’t jealousy, per say. Maybe it’s something else. And when they aren’t in the middle of a rescue mission, Rook will take the time to think about that.

“Would it help if I told you that the way you say my name is my favorite?”

Emmrich nods, and Rook can’t help but lean in for another quick kiss.

“And you smell absolutely lovely. No Venatori deserves that knowledge,” he says, running his fingers through her ponytail.

“I smell like dirty laundry and blood,” Rook says with a laugh. “But I did use that lavender talcum powder you gave me this morning. So maybe I don’t smell all that bad.”

Rook bites her lip as Emmrich leans in, kissing her neck, before taking an exaggerated sniff. “Don’t think I didn’t notice, darling. Like I said. Lovely.”

If only they could stay in this little alcove for the rest of the afternoon. But they can’t waste any more time as they look for the Dalish. Maybe once the Dalish are safe and this area is cleared from Venatori forces…

“One more kiss,” Rook says, before doing just that. They really need to find more time during the day for kissing. Would be good for morale. Her morale, specifically, and probably his, too.

Emmrich stands but doesn’t let go of her hand. All Rook can do is blush as he brings her fingers to his lips. He is absolutely getting laid tonight, assuming they both survive.

Rook jogs a few steps, then stops, looking over her shoulder. Emmrich is right there behind her.

She grins. “Now lets go save the day."

[artisticxlly]

A list of Haikyu!! character hcs

some of which are TERRIBLY specific! :,) Please enjoy and feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments! I'm all about exchanging hcs (I might reblog with additional characters orrr make multiple parts and link them here)

General hcs:

The people who I envision as chubby, buff, or just plain beefy have stretchmarks. I find it way more realistic (as someone who literally has them everywhere), and it adds some flair! Stretch marks are very pretty imo

Scars. People get childhood scars, accidental ones, surgical, etc. Whether its Osamu getting them from cooking practice or athletes from getting banged up! Idk I think the great majority of Haikyuu characters have some kind of scars!

Now for some specific characters!

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Sakusa plucks his eyebrow hairs (because he likes them to look neat) frequently, but if he'd let them just grow freely, he'd have a pretty close equivalent to a unibrow?

He has moles everywhere. Like he looks close to a dalmatian /hj

Eyebags (ty noon). I'd imagine they'd be a result of a combination of pale, thin skin under his eyes and partial bad sleep because of joint pains

He had THE WORST growth pains. He had to actually work on his posture for a hot minute after puberty because he just curled in on himself way too frequently

He is a walking pharmacy if he carries his bag with him. He not only has supplies he uses himself but also for others who might potentially need something (pain meds, masks, hand warmers, etc)

He gets super dry hands and uses hand cream frequently, especially in the winter (the brand he uses is barely scented, he doesn't like heavily perfumed things (they kind of just smell like alcohol to him sometimes)

He is a little bit particular about smells. He usually sticks to specific scents when buying things that don't really change from brand to brand or product to product (coconut and mint are usually his go-to)

He's really ticklish around his ribs and hips

Kita Shinsuke

Kita finds cleaning very therapeutic, but he can get really bad pains or feel really sore after,, he gets into this zone where he kind of forgets to take breaks until the pain catches up to him

I feel like he'd really like lavender scented things... Both for the calming effect and just the general nature of the smell

Kind of inspired by the fact that he hates static? He really doesn't like scratchy/itchy fabric, cannot bear to wear it really

He prefers very simple textures when it comes to food (rice is a safe choice, of course). Mushy is not really a favourite. There needs to be some diversity in it (f.e. eating something like plain yoghurt without fruits or anything in it is iffy), but nothing overwhelming

He does yoga. Or meditation. Or both?? Something something get your head cleared a bit before you start your day. He likes the routine of it

He takes care of his hands very frequently, seeing as he works with them a lot and doesn't like them even just feeling dirty, he keeps his fingernails very short because he doesn't like to get dirt or grime to get stuck under them

He is a SHAMELESS flirt when drunk.

Suna Rintaro

He does a lot of stretches. He likes the convenience of staying flexible, and it's a good routine to ground himself!

Similar to Sakusa getting dry hands, Suna uses chapstick pretty much religiously. Having chapped lips gives him a pretty bad urge to chew off the loose skin

He has multiple nervous habits?, examples are crackling his knuckles and / or generally his joints, fiddling with his hands (maybe dermatophagia?), and also playing with his ear piercings

He digs deep pressure a lot when it comes to his partner. Like, I'd imagine him asking Osamu to literally lay on top of him so he could decompress

Also, he kind of has trouble falling asleep sometimes, but one of his weaknesses is listening to his partner's heartbeat

[goldenempyrean]

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Aromatic Relief

〚 Notes - Do not get me started on allergies. Genuinely its making me so annoyed. They were awful today so please enjoy me seeking comfort in my own work :,)〛

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〚 Summary - Spring's pretty much kicking your ass. At least Nat's ready to lend a helping hand. 〛

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Sniffle... 

Sniffle... 

Sniffle. 

“Oh my god.” Tony groaned loudly, hitting the back of his head against the wall of the quinjet dramatically, “Seriously?” 

“Tony.” Nat almost growled the man’s name staring daggers into his eyes, “Don't.” 

Tony held up his hands in surrender, a small smirk still playing at the corner of his lips. "Hey, I'm just saying," he said, "maybe next time you could check the pollen count before we head out on a mission." 

Natasha rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to you, who was sniffling and rubbing at your red, itchy eyes. "Don't worry," she said soothingly, "I'll take care of you." 

You smiled weakly at her, grateful for her comforting presence. Nat had always been your rock, and her unwavering support meant everything to you. 

Nat knew how bad your allergies could get and how miserable they made you feel at times. She also knew that there was nothing worse than being stuck on in the quinjet with no actual medicine to help, sure it stocked regular medicine, but some paracetamol wasn’t exactly going to help stop your ceaseless sneezing. 

But still, it wouldn’t hurt to ask, “Are you sure we have nothing that could help?” 

“Hold on, let me see what I have in my bag,” Nat said after thinking for a moment. Standing up, she rummaged through one of her rucksacks for a while before pulling out a small bottle. 

“This should help,” she said, showing her girlfriend the bottle of essential oils. “It’s a blend of lavender, peppermint, and lemon oils. Yelena told me about it a while ago, so I’ve just kept some of hand in case of emergencies. It should help.” 

You nodded, taking the bottle and tentatively sniffing it. “It smells good,” You realised, inhaling more deeply. 

Nat sat down back down next to you, putting her arm around your shoulder. “Just take deep breaths and try to relax,” she said softly. “We’ll be back at headquarters soon, and you can take a long shower and get some rest.” 

You leant into her, feeling grateful for Nat’s comforting presence. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths, inhaling the calming scent of the essential oils. 

As they flew back to headquarters, Nat kept her arm around her you, holding you close. She knew that allergies could be unbearable, but she was still glad she could help you feel a little better at least. 

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[smalltimidbean]

HOW TO EARN CHICKPEA'S TRUST SO I CAN GIVE HIM A LITTLE SMOOCH OR PERHAPS JUST TOUCH HIS HAND BEANS!?!?!? /hj /nf

-totally not the anon from yesterday

I'd say, in the context of the story, probably not possible! But that's mostly bc he is in a secret location, constantly monitored and restricted with who he interacts with - and I don't think he would appreciate someone messing with MY property~!

Huh?

But just for fun! Chickpea Trust Gaining 101!!!

Firstly, just treat him like a person! Yes he is a gigantic, doughy apex predator that could probably crush you with his pinkie, but clones were mostly made to look and act human, respect him as you would any other person

So like visit/talk with him often, respect his boundaries, give him a little gift sometimes, y'know how one assumedly normally makes friends with others!

But more specific things: Chickpea has a very strict routine, and he can get very upset if it interrupted in some way - so probably schedule visits during his enrichment time! That's when he gets to play and do fun puzzles, so you could join in too! Or help Soda wash him, he enjoys getting clean for the most part

Don't overstimulate him! So no need to shout! He's huge, but he can hear a pin drop from across the room - he can more than clearly hear you at a normal and calm speaking level! And probably don't run around or climb over him or sneak up on him - he's kinda like a truck, if you can't see the rearview mirrors (his eyes), he can't see you! He can still hear and smell you tho, but it's also kinda like being behind a horse - as in don't do that or get kicked

This also means no bellyrubs, since he is very sensitive there and hates being touched more than he needs to be - if you want to give him affection (and he lets you ofc), scratches under the chin, around the cheeks, ears and neck are the best! - Since those are spots where his muzzle and collar rubs against him and leaves him itchy

He also has a particular itchy spot in between his shoulders where a lot of his folds are - claw caps are not good for satisfying scratches - he loves to be scritched there! Just watch out for his deafening purr and getting flung off by his skin twitching (like y'know when you poke a cat and their whole body kinda ripples? It's like that but on a giant scale)

He's pretty sensitive to smells, and will be calmer with familiar scents, mostly bc most of the people he sees on a day-to-day are scented plushie clones kldfkfd - so scents he likes are lavender (Dr Lavender), chamomile (Nurse Chamomile), vanilla (Nilla), vaguely banana pudding (Nana Foster) and I guess it would be baby powder (Soda)

Ironically, the smell of pizza makes him nervous bc Bruno smells like pizza, so maybe avoid having pizza near him

Chickpea is also very food motivated, so giving him a tasty treat is a good way for him to warm up to ya! His favourite treats are soft-boiled eggs, plain/mildly flavoured yoghurts and meatsss - he's not huge on sweet stuff, but he'll eat pretty much anything

He is also very praise motivated, even if he does not show it much in his expression, so give him the occasional 'good job!' when he solves a puzzle, or a 'well done!' when he has his shots, and he'll be happy - he's not super into like y'know baby-puppy talk like 'who's a good boy? whos's a good boy? you are! yes you aree!' unless you are super close to him, so again, just respect him like a grown adult and not a baby or ouppy-dog

Andd I think that all I got right now!

[purpleajisai]

Drop your Madara headcannons 🧠 💣

Hi! This is going to be quite a long list. Didn't add every single hc because I'm planning on writing a little fanfic and don't want to spoil some details to you hehe. Anyways, hope you enjoy! Some of these are very oddly specific, this man occupies at least half my brain if not more.

🔥 misc!

* He drinks his tea boiling hot. Burning your tongue? Never heard of it

* Is actually good at cooking and makes the most out of any ingredient available. Growing up in war, he knows how to make meals out of anything.

* Has a pillow to cuddle in bed! The dude is lonely.

* Very elegant and expensive hanko to stamp his documents. A clan leader needs to be fancy sometimes!

* Neat freak. Never has his house messy or his clothes out of place. Even his hair strands are calculated.

* Is actually able to mend/sew his clothes very well if some stitches are damaged during training.

* Sleeps a maximum of 6 hours a day, minimum of 30 minutes. The amount of sleep he gets is like playing a roulette (ever seen the eyebags? yeah)

* Speaking about the eyebags. His eyebags are both sunken and protruding (based on my personal experience of being sleep deprived+stressed) the lower eyelid pops out a little and the dark circles extend more.

* The man is physically unable to go out in social settings during the day. Only has social battery for the night. If he has to do some sort of diplomatic celebration with other clan leaders or kage during the day, he’ll leave the talking to someone better at social gatherings like Hashirama. 

* Has houseplants both for decoration and for cooking. We’re talking pretty succulents and mint plants or peach trees.

* The type of guy to wake up and immediately jump out of bed. Things have to be done everyday and he doesn’t trust people to do things the way he likes. 

🎀 appearance!

* Shaves to perfection every single morning, no excuses. Takes a little razor to missions, hates the feeling of facial hair growing. Trims his eyebrows as well. The Sharingan needs a pretty frame, right?

* The gloves have 2 purposes: protecting his hands from getting calluses or any form of damage due to the metal handle of the gunbai, kusarigama, etc and to hide burn scars (courtesy of @madaraservingcunt go follow her!)

* Continuing with the gloves, they’re made out of leather or thick cotton. Maybe has several sets of them for different activities.

* Smells like a mix of wood (cedar or pine), soot/ash, aloe and maybe lavender or wild daisy.

* Skincare and haircare? He’s VERY serious about these. Aloe vera facial masks for soothing the itchiness of constant katonjutsu, washes face with caution, rice water to keep his hair shiny, protective hairstyles to not damage the long hair strands, bamboo hairbrush to retain the natural oils, etc.

* Either has thick straight hair or textured and slightly wavy hair, definitely cut in layers. The wavy hair would make more sense as it poofs up when dry but looks rather straight when wet, taking into account the scenes of the battle in the Valley of the End (thank you Indra for the wavy hair and gorgeous mane genetics). Definitely loves his hair, fav part about himself.

* The bandages above his ankles are to keep the pants in place because his calves are thin and not very muscular, a small insecurity when he was a teen.

* Speaking of the terrible teens, he got grumpy whenever he got a breakout, zit, etc.

* Has mixed/dry, sensible skin. Dealt with painful and itchy sores due to lack of skin hydration while in war.

* Is a bit ashamed of his height and body proportions (i.e. wishing he was taller, less lean and more bulky, broader shoulders). These were regular nuisances during his teens but he eventually controlled the insecurities in adulthood, not managing to make them disappear completely nonetheless.

🍡 food!

* The databooks say that his fav food is inarizushi, so I've added that he likes similar things: onigiri, temaki, nigirizushi, tamagoyaki or even gyoza.

* Eats with little pleasure, only to fuel his body or whatever. That changes when Konoha is founded and he can actually enjoy and taste his meals.

* Dislikes greasy foods. Not a fan of ramen or katsudon, gyoza has to be boiled and would never eat tempura or ebi furai.

* Has a sweet tooth. We're talking dango, wagashi, dorayaki and more. However, only Izuna knew about this. Can't have a clan leader that eats candy like a little child.

* Prefers his sake cold and drinks mostly umeshu in informal gatherings.

* Actually likes fruit. I have no reason for believing this but he has the face of a man who likes fresh fruit. Fav fruit is persimmons or apples.

* Was malnourished as a child, giving away his food to his brothers or clansmen. Eventually took a toll on his muscle growth and height.

* Eats very light breakfast (maybe tea and some rice with nori or miso soup with wakame), heavy lunch (meat or fish, rice, more tea and other side dishes), no dinner.

* Favourite tea is jasmine or pu'erh, mostly drinks green tea and actually enjoys a good ceremonial matcha.

Thanks for the fun ask! I legit have a google docs of 4 pages full of hcs 😭 please send more asks about him I need to dump my brainrot

[casualnuziappreciator]

Prom Shopping (Part Two)

She knows she doesn’t want to wear a suit, really, but these are all to girly for her. Do they not have any emo/goth/alternative ones? She goes through the blacks and the purples and none strike her attention. “Maybe this one?” N is trying to help her find some. He holds up a big poofy purple one with sequins. “It’s beautiful, but it’s so big and poofy, plus I’m not that tall so it would be dragging on the floor and I’d trip over it. Not to mention sequins are itchy.” He nods and puts it back. V pulls out another, which is shot down for being too light of a purple, lavender, rather than a deeper plum or grape color. Lizzy picks one that Uzi deemed ‘to skin tight.’ “I’m an emo, not a hooker,” she says. Finally, Tessa and N find one that might just make it. “How about this?” N shows it to her. Uzi is entranced. It’s a deep, midnight-purple that looks nearly black. The skirt is down to her knees and poofy. It has a black petticoat under it. A purple bow is on the front with a skull decal in the center. The top is a corset style, lacing in the front and back. The sleeves are shoulderless and loosely-fitting. “It’s perfect!” Uzi exclaims as she runs her fingers down it. The fabric is silky feeling. She takes it from N and holds it in front of her as she looks in the mirror. She stands in awe at herself. “So pretty!” he scoops her up and kisses her, “prettiest girl at the prom!” She giggles as he spins her around. V smacks his shoulder. He drops Uzi to the floor. As she gets up, Lizzy rounds up the group, “so if we all got our stuff, can we leave now?” The whole group nods. As they’re standing in line at the register, N and Uzi have to add one more accessory. Matching fingerless gloves. They pay for their stuff and start walking home. “Can’t wait for this to marinate in my closet for 3 weeks,” Uzi says. Lizzy whips her head around, smacking Thad in the face with her ponytail, “dude, just enjoy the moment. It was fun having a day out.” “That was an hour,” J states. “Fine, let’s go get something to eat then, it’s only lunchtime,” Lizzy suggests. Mostly everyone cheers. J isn’t to happy, but goes along anyway with enough begging from Tessa.

[eywaseclipse]

Mari’s selfcare routine! Yay!🦋🪽🌱✨💦🌊🌬️🫧🥒

A glimpse at my selfcare routine that’s rooted in holistic practices and authentic adulthood wellness practices

I love to oil my hair to help it grow and stay healthy. So the night before wash day I’ll take my Batana oil and section off my hair rubbing it into my scalp. I’ll use a scalp scrubber to gently stimulate my hair follicles and do this for about 10 minutes.

I’ll sleep with a silk bonnet and leave it over night for best results (as instructed)

The next day I’ll wake up and hop in the shower do my entire full body routine: I take my sugar scrub from doctor teals and use my scrubbing glove. I like to exfoliate my entire body after I’ve shaved and really focus on the top of my feet, they’re itchy at night and I walk a lot so they need extra care

I use the coconut milk shampoothie shampoo and conditioner duo usually opting out of a leave in because they’re so good together on their own

I use native body wash in the sugar cookie scent (it’s not my fave I will changing it soon after I use it up)

I really love an essential oil shower by putting drops of peppermint or lavender oil where I stand, and let the aroma hit me from the steam (it’s incredible)

*on days I don’t feel like shaving or I have day 2 hair and it’s still clean I’ll take a quick shower to clean and exfoliate my body and then prepare a mineral epsom salt bath, lavender is my favorite. I think dr teals is great!

When I’m out of the shower I wrap my hair in a microfiber towel

I like to do a netty pot to clear my sinuses and it feels incredible lol

Since it’s winter my skin is more prone to dryness so I like to combine coconut oil with my body lotion which is the Method coconut rice milk one; it smells like a sugar cookie

I brush my hair in the shower and part it and section it off so it’s ready for my mousse: the aquage voluminous mousse is life changing

I usually IF (intermittent fast) then make my green juice to help gut health and skin functions

After I’m done doing an IF I’ll eat low fat greek yogurt with granola, nuts, honey and some dates on the side and do a really great HIIT workout with about an hour of walking

I love having tea throughout the day mostly spearmint with a little bit of honey.

My all time favorite midafternoon snack is a date stuffed with goat cheese and flakey sea salt drizzled with some honey dear god it’s heaven

Also love a good smoothie as an afternoon snackie: frozen mixed berries, yogurt, crushed ice, either coconut water or milk depends on the mood, a spoon of honey and blend

I love doing my makeup on days where I need an extra boost!

I like to cook myself a nice meal maybe a big pot of soup or pasta depending on what I need

I make sure to journal and write my feelings down and watch my favorite shows and movies

Get a sweet treat like chocolate

Also this is what works for me as a working 28 year old. I have to say this because all bodies function differently and I made the effort to eliminate junk food and careless snacking. I believe in intuitive eating habits and nourishing my body with whole foods and cutting back on added sugar. This lifestyle really works for me and I’ve noticed how much more energy I have and my skin and gut health has significantly improved with weekly juicing:) best investment ever. I do not use it to lose weight. Lots of vitamins and hormone balancing nutrients reside in fruits and veggies!!

[carnivorousyandeere]

Elena, Wisteria, Thorn, and their darling all being roomates, with darling either being oblivious or knowing that all of them are yanderes and just wants the chaos

I hope you’re ready to be at the center of a tug-of-war, here, Darling. Thorn will cling to you near-constantly, Wisteria will pout and try to coax you into spending time with faer and faer alone, and Elena will try to drag you out of the house to go on adventures with her. However, none of them are really liable to get violent with each other unless you’re hurt under their watch— they’ll all begin to blame each other and things could get ugly then. But as long as they all do their part to keep you safe and happy and separated from anyone besides them things will be somewhat peaceful. However, you should probably not be surprised to know that sometimes Elena watches you sleep, Wisteria’s got your room and bathroom bugged, Thorn likes to use your toothbrush, and that they all steal/borrow your clothes, albeit for varied purposes.

A clueless darling has them conflicted— it’s equally frustrating and endearing when you misread their approaches as platonic and selfless in nature. They worry even more about your safety out and about in the world, even with one or multiple of them there with you. They’ll probably keep you inside with them as much as possible. You’re just too gullible and sweet 🥺

A willing, even enthusiastic, darling is, of course, in for a good time~! They adore you, adore the fact that you accept them for who and what they are. The way you indulge them, the way you tease them and rile them up just to watch the chaos— it’s exhilarating, in the best way. You’re a drug they cannot get enough of. Unlike the clueless darling, they’re more comfortable taking you places with them. They don’t have to worry about hiding their true selves, or you leaving them for anyone else. In fact, you seem to enjoy watching them deal with anyone who gets a little too close to you— something that is comforting to them, in their own sick way.

Kirby loves Elena the most even though she calls him “Juice Box,” and pretends she’s gonna eat him. Maybe because she’s the most playful out of the three, and he can play fight as roughly as he wants with her because she doesn’t really feel pain from his bites the way that the humans of the house do. Thorn, of course, is a little bummed that her baby boy loves somebody more than her, but she’s a liiittle lower energy than Elena anyway so sometimes she just sits back and watches them play

Kirby fucking HATES Wisteria (because she tried to put him in an itchy lavender sweater one (1) time), hisses at her, and loves to scare fae by running out from under the couch to bite her before running away 😭

Elena dislikes how messy Thorn and Wisteria leave their shared living space and the fact that she can’t really throw parties with those dweebs around— Wisteria is antisocial and would throw a hissy fit, and Thorn has a special talent for getting shitfaced and embarrassing Elena. It also feels a liiiitle hypocritical to her (“You can play video games as loud as you want and yell at screens all night long, but if I have a few friends over for drinks it’s a problem?” 😒)

Thorn, as always, has no concept of personal boundaries and WILL eat other people’s food, use their shampoo, etc (especially Darling’s things~ 😏). It’s not uncommon to find her snoring away facedown in somebody else’s room either, usually without permission 😬

Wisteria is the only one who can cook even a little bit, so unless Darling wants to cook too there’s mostly gonna be takeout and energy drinks in the fridge 😭 (Elena doesn’t usually bother, can’t eat human food anyway. Thorn could probably burn cereal)

[ignisregina]

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE? her hair smells like apples, her skin lavender. she doesn't like overpowering scents (makes her dizzy) so she wears hers gentle to the nose.

WHAT DO YOUR MUSE’S HANDS FEEL LIKE? there was a time they were calloused and rough, back when she didn't have mastery of her powers and would scorch herself by accident. now the fire gently consumes old skin, giving way to a new, softer layer. she must always use moisturizer, though. the shedding is annoyingly itchy. she's very particular with her lotions.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY EAT IN A DAY? she's not big on breakfast, somedays she'll have it, most days she won't. she'd settle for pancakes, french toast when she has some time. anything quick to cook would be good lunch or dinner - maybe a chicken or egg sandwich for the former, a speedily prepped pasta for the latter. she's more likely to fix up more elaborate meals when there is special company.

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE A GOOD SINGING VOICE? yup. she might sing in the shower but not while working.

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY BAD HABITS OR NERVOUS TICKS? after a terrible nightmare, instead of falling back to sleep, she'd drink coffee because she can't sleep anymore and "the night is wasted anyway". she'd clean up a space completely before she starts working - can't work in a messy space.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY LOOK LIKE / WEAR? a shirt and pleated pants in the studio, slip on shoes - something she doesn't mind getting messed up with paint and are easy to clean. outside work she favors jumpsuits, turtlenecks, simple blouses and jeans. she'd usually pair these with blazers for more formal work functions.

IS YOUR MUSE AFFECTIONATE? HOW SO? in private and mostly in small gestures. she's not open to acquaintances being touchy. she might not check on people for a time, though, because she's busy and tired, and she struggles to keep up with everything. but she remembers important days and wouldn't fail to reach out on those. she's more open to people reaching out than doing it herself.

WHAT POSITION DOES YOUR MUSE SLEEP IN? on her side, at the edge of the bed, arms crossed in front of her chest.

COULD YOU HEAR YOUR MUSE IN THE HALLWAY FROM ANOTHER ROOM? no, she doesn't like drawing attention to herself. she's not exceptionally quiet, it's just that she doesn't like being disturbed and would like to extend the same courtesy to those around her.

Tagged by: @songbirdsandsugar

Tagging: @inrovina, @iincantatorum (for delia), @huntingtogether (for claire), @hungryyheart, @heksery (for jules) and anyone else who wants to have a go at this!

[firespirited]

Knee is healing ok, minimal bruising as usual because I just don't bruise more than green (even on blood thinners so I get nasty bumps and short of it being my head: not much to show for it). Wounds are still inflamed but that's just the immune system. I've been having to crop out a cut on my finger from photos that's been looking nasty for two weeks. It's just how that works.

R I C E: Rest, ice (heat actually, i don't do well with ice), compression, elevation worked well. There's some fluid but no friction or particularly strong pain when walking. Fluid removal is 'wait and see'.

My shoes have worn frictionless. Shoe shopping is going to be near impossible for multiple tl,dr reasons: catalogue and the small shoe shop in town won't work, I've been dreading this. But I have boots for this winter and hopefully will find a solution before spring. But hey this time last year I was wearing shoes for more than an hour for the first time. 😅😎

I'm really enjoying getting back into Stargate Atlantis: goldilocks brain zone for the moment. I know the day will come when finishing an episode will feel like a cringey chore or periods where I'm not bored per se but not immersed enough to summon the will but it's a great world to fall back to and have as sort of background for crafting with pauses in crafting for important bits.

The vaccine is slowly finishing up after 2 days fever and those ugh aches it's now just an itchy upper arm. I've felt less panicked talking to people, it's not a magic shield of course it's just a tiny thing that makes the world less lethal so yeah that feels massive.

Sis and I found someone had dumped about 60 brand new 9 day candles, we assumed they were survivalist (orange and yellow packaging) or cozy (they're low danger), thought about maybe decorating them and gifting them for xmas before remembering that this is catholic country, those are novena prayer candles and day of the saints was two weeks ago. 💀😬 That would have not been an appropriate gift.

So I got to play around with one: soy wax and the wick, glitter, mika, pastel chalk pigment and some shot glasses. It's low temp so you can use the microwave.

I feel confident I could whip up an emergency dried lavender flowers with essential oil in pale lilac shimmer soy candle in a jam jar if we needed an emergency present this holiday season. Last year got a little complicated because we didn't have the ingredients to do quick candies or baked goods as we don't have sugar in the house.

I'm getting overwhelmed again, need to go through the to do lists and cull what's just not realistic and break down tasks that seem too hard because they're not chopped into easier parts.

Hope everyone is doing ok, sending lots of love. 💜💜💜

[moonspower]

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

🍰 CAKE SLICE - favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes?

🌺 HIBISCUS - do they have any allergies?

✨@countlessrealities. meme. still accepting!

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

for all of his need to encourage other people, virote actually struggles with displaying positive emotions and also coming to terms with them for himself. virote has a very, very big case of Sad Clown Syndrome™ and ya hate to see it. he's always making other people laugh and smile, but it's really hard to get him there… lol. like i just went through his entire history as a muse on this site and searched up through every blog and he laughs less than 10 times out loud in a thread. it almost makes him seem humorless, but that's ridiculous because possesses humor…. too much humor. he's a lil too silly at times lgfdjgd. you've seen his clown antics on dash!

due to mental illness, he's definitely experiencing some sort of emotional blunting and just his personality in general fights him on that.

he just never laughs. it's just not something he does.

he admitted rick makes him laugh tho. 👀

anyway it's kinda hard to tell where his emotional issues + misery starts and where his general laidback sense of self-expression starts / ends. sucks for him tho cuz he's so sweet and is always making sure everyones having a good time. It's The Trauma, I Guess-._.-._.-

anyway. sometimes virote feels overwhelming amounts of joy and it freezes him and that kills him a little on the inside at times, that he doesn't know how to parse through happiness.

🍰 CAKE SLICE - favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes?

vi doesn't eat cake that often, but when he does he usually gravitates towards matcha / green tea cake and he doesn't like it to be too packed with sugar because he likes earthy flavors in his sweets. his go to matcha cake recipe is two tiers with fresh strawberries and a berry compote in the middle with the liiiiightest layer of cream on the outside. and a lot of matcha powder for the cake itself—maybe a lil bit too much matcha for many people.

other flavors he likes are... honey-lavender, pumpkin, ginger-lemon, salted macademia. he also likes a good tofu cheesecake. his tofu cheesecake slaps.

🌺 HIBISCUS - do they have any allergies?

virote doesn't have any allergies, but super cheap stretch velvet makes him itchy!

[scouts-mockingbird]

I would make a great witch if I wasn’t allergic to everything

[luveline]

hi! i loved you’re bodyguard james au sm! could i request something super fluffy with bodyguard james, maybe reader getting ready for bed and james doting on her <3

omg yes of course, thank you for your request! some mutual pining with bodyguard!james x fem!reader

"Do you think it's silly, sometimes, that you have to wait outside my door?" you ask James, hip popped against the doorframe, tired and lagging and wanting his attention.

He's thankfully deigned to turn to you, though his position is ramrod straight. "Not really."

"I understand when I'm out of bounds, but... you know, my door locks."

"You know as well as I do a lock won't stop some people."

"How about two locks?"

"Enough," he says. There's so much fondness there that you step forward. James gives you a stern look, which might be intimidating because of his general tall, lean shape if he were anyone else but himself. "Go get ready for bed."

"You can't boss me around," you say, and then turn into your room to get ready for bed anyhow. His laugh follows you.

You leave the door open and James doesn't move to close it. It's nice to have his company, to hear the lightest echo of his breathing. You live in such a quiet house, you'd almost think it was you and James alone.

But you're never alone.

"Jamie?" you ask, shrugging out of your soft cardigan.

He hums rather than answer.

"Do you get tired?" you ask, ducking down to look in the vanity's mirror.

You start to pull the jewellery from your hair one glimmering gem at a time, and then pull off the heavy, elegant chain of your necklace. Both easy enough. It's the bracelet you struggle with; the catch isn't manoeuvrable with only one hand.

"Sometimes. You know somebody swaps with me at one though? I don't stand here all night."

You approach him with a little more shyness than before and offer your wrist. "Can you help?"

His fingers slide over your skin obligingly.

"You work such long shifts. One to one. That's twelve whole hours. Don't you think that's excessive?"

"I'm head of your team. It's my job."

The bracelet unclips. James lowers it into your open palm, where it pools. A snake of tiny gems. You close your fingers around it.

"You don't think it's hurting you, all this working?"

"Pajamas."

You huff and head back into your room, dropping your bracelet into the mirrored tray you keep on your vanity. You'll put it away properly tomorrow in the safe jewellery box, but for tonight it'll live with your clips and chains.

"It doesn't hurt me," James says.

"Do you get all the sleep you need?"

"Eight solid hours."

You know he eats enough. He swaps out sometimes with other people to eat lunch, but usually he just eats it with you when you ask, and you always do. It doesn't exactly fit any professional boundaries.

James is your friend.

Maybe.

You grab some clean underwear and pyjamas and change right there in the middle of your room. James won't peek. If he did you wouldn't care. "You have enough time to yourself?" you ask.

"Interested in my private life?" he asks. You can hear his smile, his suggestive eyebrow raise.

"It's more hours than anyone should work, is all. Maybe you could change to eight."

"Ah, trying to get rid of me," he corrects himself.

You push your arms through the sleeves of a dainty nightgown and laugh. "Absolutely I am."

"Have to try harder than this."

You neaten the skirt and frown at your legs, wondering if they look a little dry, and decide some body lotion won't hurt. "Mandarin or lavender?" you call.

"You said the mandarin one made you itchy, last time."

"But it smells really good."

"That's the lotion eating at your skin."

You wrinkle your nose and bend at the waist to moisturise your legs. You wish you could brag and say it was an erotic, film worthy affair. It's mostly a scrabbling of your palms up and down. You sigh and work it up your thighs until you're soft to touch all over.

"If I weigh it up," he says suddenly, seriously, more serious than you're expecting, "it's less work to take longer shifts with you. I'd rather spend the hours watching you than orchestrating other people to watch you... I quite like looking after you."

He clears his throat. "Not that I look after you," he says.

You pad out into the hallway. James has turned his back to you. His arm tenses almost imperceptibly under your hand as you reach for his elbow.

"You definitely look after me." His skin is smooth. It's so hot under your touch that you can feel it moving up into the heels of your palms.

"It's my job," he says.

You'd thought about kissing his arm. Thought about it. His comment snaps you into reality. A goodnight kiss in any form at all would be inappropriate. He might like his job, but it's still a job.

"Where would you be, if you didn't have to work?" you ask.

"Come and stand in front of me," he says gently.

You do as he says. His eyes follow over your outfit. You let yourself believe his expression softens, though your logical head knows it's not the truth. James might be sweet on you, and he may even know how you feel about him, but that's where it all ends. He doesn't like you. He's paid to be here.

"What are you thinking?" he asks.

"That my socks aren't doing their job. Is it cold in here?"

"What are you really thinking?"

He's very patient with you when it comes to stuff like this. It's confusing, because James has about as much patience as you have subtlety.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"I'm okay."

"Well, you look lovely. What an incredibly short nightgown," he praises amorously.

You flush with heat but decide you'll feed into his dramatics rather than tell him what's really wrong with you, stepping back to do a clumsy spin. "Picked it with you in mind, handsome."

"Yeah? Anything else?"

You gasp. "You overstep your station, good sir."

"I can't be blamed. You always look your softest before bed."

Your breath catches. You stop your flaunting and flouncing abruptly to look into his warm face. He looks to you, letting his arms fall from their crossed position to either side of his defined chest. Your eyes flit between his beauty mark. One to the left of his hawk-shaped nose, one below his lashes, three down his left cheek.

It's weird to want someone and have them this close, and know you will probably never, ever have them.

"If I didn't have to work," James says, face as impassive as his stance, a closed book. "I'll show you."

He holds out his hand. You don't take it. He thrusts it forward again.

When you finally give James your own, he spends a moment rubbing the back of it with his thumb like he's never felt it before.

He leads you into your room. He's been in here before, of course, but still, it's a lot to be led. You don't have a clue what he's doing, you think Oh, he's taking me to bed. But he skirts around it and brings you to the first window, pulling the curtains to one side.

He points. "See there?"

You follow his finger. "The gates?"

"The gates."

"James, I don't understand."

"That's where I'd be, if I didn't have to work. They probably wouldn't let me in, but I'd wait right there by the gates for you."

"That's not funny," you murmur.

"I'm not joking."

You grow very still. James drops his hand into the curve of your neck and follows it over the slope of your shoulder. It's affectionate, sweet, and very, very soothing.

His lips touch the side of your head, though it might be accidental. You're tired enough to imagine he's kissed you. "Brush your teeth, shortcake. And then bed. You have a long day tomorrow."

"Oh, don't remind me," you mumble.

"Okay, I won't."

He squeezes your shoulder one last time, clears his throat, and returns to his post. You brush your teeth and try not to sneak glances at the back of his head through the gap of the ensuite door.