#petrichor btw

[gl-saveme]

E: Wouldn't it be better if we kissed inside the shop? C: She wants that Korean drama vibe, so let's give it a shot.

ENGLOT | Petrichor Special Clip 9

+ bonus englot filming the kiss in the rain

[kindleaf]

you become inseparable and run away together from an evil corporation and kiss each other on the lips and SUDDENLY everyone thinks you're dating

[strelitzien-gewaechs]

getting fully up to date w naddpod and fully invested again just in time for the final arc and also for autumn Halloween themed Calliope...

[sideblogdotjpeg]

oh callie you would have LOVED being a tai tai

[vecnuthy]

"C'mon," Eddie said as he twisted the doorknob and grabbed Steve's hand.

The smell of rain hit Steve's nostrils when they stepped through the front door onto the porch to experience firsthand what they had been watching from behind the door. It was breezy and warm out due to the late spring storm rolling through their Indiana haunt, making the big metal wind chimes clang in low tones. The rain fell thick but with far more grace than Eddie did onto their glider, pulling Steve down with him and making him land awkwardly with an oof that Eddie definitely felt, judging by the wheeze he let out.

"How's your spleen?" Steve joked, shifting into a more comfortable position, his back against Eddie's chest, feet up on the footstool.

"A little banged up," he groaned out with a voice of somebody who had lived centuries, but that melted away when Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve's waist and held him close and spoke, grin evident, into the shell of his ear, "but I've got my favorite heating pad."

Steve's skin prickled to life and he smiled, eyes closed as Eddie rocked the glider into a slow motion. Thunder rolled lazily in the distance.

This was new. Not the two of them being together, but the two of them having this. A big porch. A glider. Those ridiculous wind chimes that Steve thought he'd never get used to but would now miss if they were gone. Their modest plot of land sprawled with more trees than lawn, but there was a big enough clearing to have a garden that they had taken full advantage of. There was privacy there. It was home, and Steve melted into Eddie's hold as they took in the steady, heavy patter of rain around them.

They stayed out there for a while and watched the way the rain bled down the tree trunks and saturated the soil. The leaves already looked more vibrant due to them soaking up the nitrogen the lightning provided, while the taller flowers sagged under the weight of the water trapped in their throats and coating their foliage. Despite the added weight, there was no denying how much better they looked already. It had been a couple of weeks since the last rain, and, honestly? Faucet water just wasn't the same.

"We needed this," Eddie muttered quietly into the crook of an all but dozing Steve's neck.

The only sign of life was his breathing and the lazy drag of his fingertips over the skin on Eddie's arm, still wrapped around his waist. Steve hummed in agreement, unable to resist adding on, "Alright, gramps."

He could feel Eddie's smile against his skin, could feel his teeth nip at what was probably a mole because Eddie was predictable and weak.

Which Steve couldn't say a thing about, because as Eddie's breath washed over and heated his skin, adding to their own humidity, Steve couldn't be paid to move.

And, god, that thunder. Every time it rumbled, Eddie's lips brushed against Steve's shoulder. Steve didn't even know if Eddie was aware he did it, and there was no way Steve was going to point it out and risk it stopping. The fear was totally unfounded (it's Eddie), but still he would keep it close, shelter it like a greedy dragon, because, like clockwork: thunder; feather light kiss. Or a nose rub. And sometimes, Eddie would sigh with contentment, too, chest rising and slowly falling, making Steve sink back into him. No troubles, no worries. Nothing but the rain, thunder, humidity, and mutual adoration.

Eddie was right. They needed this.

[guzhufuren]

has anyone posted trigger warnings for Petrichor?

[luna-the-cretar]

So I have decided to name the chapters of the Lethicus fic based on the Major Arcana tarot cards. And I only have 2 chapters done so far (well, mostly done, some parts feel like they cut off abruptly and idk how I’m going to fix that yet), but istg, I’ve done like 2 hours worth of researching the different meanings of specific tarot cards in order to figure out if I want this specific card to represent this chapter or a later chapter, and do I want them to mean their upright meanings or their reversed meanings

So yknow. Fun stuff. Also studying different kinds of rose symbolism, and trying to determine what scents I want to represent certain colors and characters. I mean, I’m pretty happy with the 3 I’ve come up with that are going to show up near constantly in this fic, but uh, fair warning tho. The words “petrichor” “licorice” “blood” “sex” and “rose/roses” will show up damn near constantly by chapter 2 (so far I have 4 instances of the word petrichor outside of my notes. There’s going to be a lot more)

Again, I don’t think I’m gonna post it on ao3 until I’m done with the fic, since I am really bad about keeping up with chaptered fics after a while, but I might post a scene here every once in a while, if I feel especially proud of it.

[esteemed-excellency]

Apologies to everyone who sent me messages today, both here and in game, but i was super tired (thanks heatwave). I'll write back tomorrow as soon as my brain is functional again.

The good news is that the weather here is relatively normal (25 degrees instead of almost 40) so i'm going to sleep A Lot ✌️

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

if Sunday morning lets the sun in, what are we waiting for?

The Mountain Goats via @mountainqoats // via Pinterest // Taylor Swift // Hayley Williams // Fleetwood Mac // Taylor Swift via @cruellesummer // Paramore

[imminentinertia]

I jump a little every time I see Kraft Kaffe because wtf is Norwegian doing in my Thai show.

[ahamkara-apologist]

20 for petrichor-12? :0

PETRICHOR MY BELOVED, I need to do more with them. The concept of a retired guardian is one that is so fun to fiddle with, but it's also why they tend to not come up much in the first place XD

20. Has your OC ever done something terrible and lied about it? Did they run away or blame someone else for it? How long did they maintain the lie and did the truth ever come out?

-Whether or not they can actually be held responsible for it is something that they cannot be swayed from, but Petrichor's past lives are not something that they're fond about in the slightest, and it's a secret that they've held close to their chest (with the exception of Aeris and Namrask) ever since they stepped down from being a Guardian proper to simply being a Lightbearer. They were a part of Aeris's fireteam that broke the Deep Stone Crypt, which is where they found their past memorybanks and downloaded it for the hell of it...only to learn that both their pre-exo self and their first few iterations were one of Clovis Bray's personal bodyguards, a fanatic who believed that their boss was a genius and was willing to do all sorts of brutish work to get him where he needed to go. That would have been bad enough as is, but Clovis didn't just employ them for keeping him safe- it was also for his dirty work. Petrichor was involved in many of the human experiments either as a subjugator or an executioner, and the trauma of those memories clashed extremely poorly with their role as a guardian, resulting in, essentially, redownloaded PTSD. Hence their extreme adversion to further bloodshed, their insistance on staying around Eliksni rather than other exos, and them throwing themselves into nonviolent tasks to try to remap their brain away from being a weapon of war

In terms of more recent events...after they discovered who they were in the Deep Stone Crypt, they used to go to Eramis's frozen body to vent at her, because they saw a shadow of themselves in her as a fanatic dedicated to a terrible cause, but that's because they assumed she was dead. Ever since she's reawakened, they've been mortified by it and have been cringing away from any and all mentions of her. Only their ghost, Whisper, knows what they did, but it doesn't matter- it still makes them want to die for good

Send me oc asks!

[eggmeralda]

I could never get sick of the rain. there would never be a time when it starts raining and I'm like "oh I wish this wasn't happening now :(". when it's cloudy I get bored after a while and wish it could be sunnier. when it's sunny for too long and I crave coldness and cloudy skies. but it could be raining for like 2 months straight and I still would wake up and be like "OMG IT'S RAINING 💙" every morning. even if I'm out and it starts raining unexpectedly and I have no umbrella and I have to walk home and I'm wearing my shoes that are so worn they're basically socks at this point so they don't protect me from puddles in the slightest, yeah it's inconvenient but at least it's raining <3

bonus points if there's a thunderstorm

[queer-as-used-by-tolkien]

Hits different as a hyposmic. What on earth is petrichor, some kind of gasoline?? Some horrible chemical?

NO ITS THE "SMELL" RAIN MAKES IM DYINGGGG

[sideblogdotjpeg]

listening to this song and it vibed to me like duck team and i went to look up the english translation and YES IT IS LIKE DUCK TEAM. anyway. the sillies on karaoke + game night

[aromanticasterisms]

cool as hell cutscene.

[privilegedjester]

mother was proofreading a piece I wrote for English and went "you're using English major words!" so cheerfully and I was like ??? what does that mean??? and I had to guess the word she was talking about