#rosemary actually smells really nice

[luyo-mi]

there's this one acc on tumblr ik that does proxy servicr group orders for the scents

but also will day, the shipping is expensive bc it contains something similar to ethanol and if you're not living in japan... it's like a ~100$ shipping fee (200,000 yen i think)

but anyways, i looked up what Leona smells like and the translations say: Rosemary, Warm neroli(a sort of citrus-y scent that's also a bit bitter?), Musk(doesn't clarify what kind of musk), and Sandalwood (doesn't clarify what kind of Sandalwood either)

^got this from the official aniplex jp website

do with this info as you will :3

- Leona simp anon 🦁

This isn’t fair I wanna smell Leona’s musky scent

[yuri-is-online]

A Pocket Full of Posies and WTF is up with Rollo's Hankie

Before we begin, a slight disclaimer: yes, Medieval beliefs about disease and how it spread were weird. They did not have the ability to know about germs because those are literally microscopic and germ theory would not be "discovered" until the 1860s. THIS DID NOT MEAN THEY WERE STUPID AND IF I SEE YOU SAYING THAT WE WILL FIGHT. Anyway-

If you have been kicking around on the internet for a bit, chances are you might have heard the "dark history" fact that that the "Ring Around the Rosey" nursery rhyme is about the Black Plague. That's probably not true but the reason it was originally theorized to be the case has to do with Miasma theory, and the use of strong scents (typically herbs and flowers) to ward off the "bad air." What does this have to do with Rollo huffing that handkerchief every time someone talks about magic? Well we'll get there but first just what the hell do I mean by bad air?

Miasma Theory in Practice

The Black Death/Bubonic Plague was a roving pandemic that gets it's name from the first wave that bitch slapped Europe from 1347-1351. There were technically three forms of plague kicking around by I am not a scientist and we are here to talk about that. Given that this was, as stated in the disclaimer, pre-germ theory the ideas people had about why this was happening and how to prevent it wildly varied, but Miasma Theory was so popular it actually stuck around long enough to duke it out with Germ Theory when scientists started talking about that.

The basic idea is that diseases like the Black Death were spread from bad smelling air. This theory was proposed by Hippocrates, as in that guy from third or fourth century Greece we aren't even sure existed, but it was a pretty universal belief, we have sources from Ancient China that also reference the idea that bad smells can make you sick. This "bad air" was thought to come from decay; in the case of the plague, dead bodies were believed to have released it (hence all the "bring out your dead" stuff), as were cracks in the earth, and sewage. ALL AIR WAS THOUGHT TO HAVE A LEVEL OF MIASMA, but smell was the best way to tell if you were in danger of getting sick; basically if it smells like shit out then you are in danger because there is only so much of it you can breathe in before you get sick. So when you end 1351 with 40% (that we can confirm!) of the population dead, how exactly do you keep yourself from huffing in all that invisible miasma?

Roi du Mouchoir

Well you make the air you breathe smell nicer of course! And this is where we get to Rollo's hankie.

The "posies" in that nursery rhyme doesn't actually refer to one specific flower. It's a type of small bouquet, which apparently are also called nosegays or tussie-mussies? It's also the technical term for those tiny groups of flowers that make up a corsage. The idea was that people would carry around things that smelled good, like flowers and herbs, and any time you smelled something bad you would bring the flower out of your pocket and hold it up to your nose just like Rollo does with his handkerchief. Literally, people usually kept those nice smelling flowers in "Plague Bags," which could refer to nicely sewn sachets or just neatly wrapped up in cloth. Eventually these got super fancy, and evolved into these really elaborate pouches people put potpourri in, but given how strict Rollo seems to be with himself (and everyone else) I've chosen in my own fan fic to interpret his posies as being the common kind, which would be rosemary and lavender. Today they are thought of as being soothing scents that calm you down, and that does seem to be what he is trying to do with all those deep breaths.

I got a lot of this specific information from this article here which is on a wonderful website curated by a professional perfumer I highly recommend poking around if you are interested in learning more.

Cool Story But?

"Sure Yuri, all of that is neat but isn't Rollo's handkerchief a reference to Esmeralda's scarf?" Yeah probably. I don't really think it has to be that deep, but I do think this stuff is cool and well-

Malleus's name is likely a reference to the Malleus Malificarum, a book I have a PDF of on my computer because of course I do that was published around the same time that this theory of disease would have been kicking around. It's about- well the author says it's about "witchcraft" but that's another paper for another time, and why they are super evil and bad and should all die. Specifically why they should all be burned at the stake, it's a fun read. And sounding oddly familiar to certain events...

That's all to say, sure it probably isn't that deep but with all the other really well researched and designed character choices, I would not be surprised if it was.

Semi Unrelated Fun Facts:

Bridal Bouquets are thought to have started, in part, as a way to ward off Miasma and keep the bride healthy on her wedding day.

Miasma theory was still super popular in the Victorian Era and lead to a lot of public clean up projects as people thought that they could get rid of disease if they got rid of all the sewage everywhere. And hey they were right, just not for the reason they thought they were.

Yes a lot of people thought the Black Plague was a punishment from God and a sign of the end times. I will remind you that 40-60% of Europe's population DIED IN FOUR YEARS. I'd assume something supernatural was out to get me too tf? Seriously these people were not stupid, they just lived in interesting times.

If you are wondering "hey I heard Plague Doctors stuffed herbs in the long beaks on their masks, is this why?" Yeah it is! Gold star!

I love you for making this far, thank you for listening to me friend and I hope to get back to entertaining you soon (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡

[meltedbluecaterpillar]

Olfactophilia

ST☆RISH - HE★VENS

TW FOR SEMI SUGGESTIVE CONTENT! These are my personal headcanons on what I think the idols would wear. You do not have to agree with me. I just dislike how Broccoli always gives their character merch scents like; apple or lavender. They are adult men in an entertainment industry. They usually get promotional items so I think that they have preferences... But I also have a thing for exploring the world around me with my nose first. I hope you enjoy.

Quick explanation; top notes, middle notes, and base notes are the length of how long the scent will last when applied. Top notes; 5 - 15 minutes / Middle notes; 1 hour / Base notes; Max of 6 hours

Reiji Kotobuki

Le Beau Paradise Garden by Jean Paul Gaultier Masculine Cologne Around 130 USD // 20,094 Yen

So I picked this mostly based on my perception of Reiji. I think he is so wonderful and silly. And the design of the bottle reminds me of him in a way that I cannot explain. His canon scent/associated smell from what I have seen is usually… Grass? Earth and forest smell. Which is fine. But I think he needs something… Cuter? Reiji is a big clown character so I think that something akin to lawn clippings isn’t as fun and whimsical as he is. So I chose this! The top notes are ginger, mint, water notes (these are molecules combined to mimic the ‘scent’ of clean freshwater!) and green notes(grass usually)! This is to create a very fresh smell when it’s first applied. The middle notes are coconut, fig, and salt. I really like this for Reiji because it’s masculine but also it feels almost… Like a mature beach trip. If that makes sense. In a fun way! Lastly the base notes are tonka beans and sandalwood so it all fades down to this which is very warm. Please imagine visiting the lake after a drive with him and spending the whole day together until night time!~! That kind of scent.

Reiji is always looking for ways to get you closer…

Ranmaru Kurosaki

Eros Flame by Versace Masculine Cologne Around 115 USD // 17,219 Yen

Ranmaru usually has something ‘spicy’ or amber for his scent which actually makes sense to me. But again usually when they say spicy it’s cinnamon and only cinnamon… Which reminds me more of Xmas than it reminds me of a sexy man. So I picked Eros Flame by Versace because I actually have smelled this cologne in person. A long time ago I smelled it and it wasn’t for me personally. But I can’t deny it smelled good. The top notes are mandarin orange, Madagascar pepper (spicy!), chinotto(sour and tart fruit that is similar to an orange), rosemary, and lemon. So it’s very citrusy on top and the scent is almost like… Potpourri? So it's a nice bowl of fruit when he comes in to hug you. The middle notes are geranium, pepperwood, and rose so it’s very floral and gently mixing in with the lingering fruit scent! Which can be a little intense but the bite of the spice smell remains. The base notes are vanilla, tonka bean, sandalwood, Texas cedar, patchouli, and oakmoss! Very calm and earthy smells with that hidden sweetness. I think it fits Ranmaru very well because he is very passionate, but there’s also a softness there!

Ranmaru wants to make sure you know that he likes you…

Ai Mikaze

MISSING PERSON by PHLUR Unisex Cologne Around 99 USD // 15,047 Yen

My original choice for Ai was Molecule 01 but I changed my mind. I like this much better. So my original choice was me viewing Ai Mikaze as physically what he is and not who he is which was very hurtful of me! MISSING PERSON is supposed to replicate the lingering scent of your lovers bare skin. It is intimate, but nonsexual. If I recall, Ai usually gets floral scents which actually does make sense for me. I just am not the biggest fan of the constant usage of lavender when it comes to idol merchandise. Ai is still a 'child' so... I will allow it. The top notes are bergamot (if an orange and a lemon had a baby that would be the smell), jasmine, and musk (powdery, sweet, feminine!). Imagine the person you love finally dry after a long and relaxing shower. The top notes are meant to imitate that, which I very much agree with... The middle notes are orange blossom, cyclamen, and neroli. These are all floral smells and as the top notes fade it's a lingering and pleasant smell that will leave you at ease. Finally, the base notes are white musk (more masculine!), white wood, and Australian sandalwood. As everything winds down you are left with a softness in the cologne that I really like for Ai. He is not just a machine made to replicate who once was. He is 愛!~!

As Ai grows and learns, you can see that he really is his own person...

Camus

The Omniscient Mr. Thompson by Penhaligon's Masculine Cologne Around 315 USD // 47, 747 Yen

This was also not my first choice but my first choice was so basic I forgot the name. This cologne is insanely expensive because the bottle is only 75ml for the price. Which isn't a lot but it is very strong... It is butler inspired, which Camus plays that role while on stage but also even outside of that the scent reminds me of him. In a good way! The top notes are lavender, pink pepper, and elemi (a type of amber with a pine smell!). It comes off as sweet and masculine. The scent tends to linger which it's like... "You will see me" if that makes sense. The middle notes are orris root (powdery earth smell), black pepper, and geranium. The pepper is back! But pink pepper and black pepper are different when it comes to colognes and perfumes. Pink pepper is more for a sweeter spice smell. Imagine a finely aged whiskey while black pepper is a biting spice meant to give you the feeling of intensity. So the middle notes are much warmer and mature than the top ones. Finally our base notes are vanilla, sesame, and oak! When it all fades down to the base as a whole... It's impossible to explain other than elegant. It is very strong scent wise but it fades quickly. So even before entering a room the smell is going to attract you. I am actually a very big fan of this one. I love almost every fragrance from this collection...

Camus knows that the smell will cling to your clothes when he's finished with you...

[yanderehsr]

Hello again I hope you're doing well and having a nice day anyways I kind of wanted to switch up my oc

Name: Rosemary

Age: 19

Personality: she is a cold person but she's also a kind person or gentle

Backstory: Rosemary is known for being a kind person but to the incident where she almost got sexually assaulted no one believed her though then she was killed no one cared about her death but Rosemary wanted them to pay so she made sure they all paid Rosemary manipulated and gaslighted everybody and doing this or that what she wanted she won't gaslight anyone but if she finds out that you're the one that bullied her you are dead meat but hey if you change then you'll be fine then she became immortal

Abilities: Rosemary controls these red poison butterflies which it's actually inspired from a manhwa that I read Rosemary has to consume poison though to control it don't worry there is medicine for it however the medicine always leaves her numb which means that it's slowly helping her with the poison madness or illusion butterflies she always uses them though she is a great swordsman however in order to summon them she has to cut the opponent or the opposite she can cut herself and she can summon them madness energy she hinges on that madness though so yeah she has the ability to teleport so yeah however she doesn't really use it though

Appearance: Rosemary has red eyes and long dark red hair that is almost like a black but it's red on the back or should I say inside of the back of the hair Rosemary wears a black top with a black skirt she also has a black jacket that hangs on her shoulders she wears black boots and where is this choker has a rose on it Rosemary loves sweets very much though she also has this villainous beauty going on in fact she used it against her bully who took it too far by sending her to the hospital so she took revenge and use that beauty against him she manipulated and gaslighting him

About her: in all honesty though she may act like a villain or villainous sometimes but you can't blame her though due to the fact that she's been through a lot I mean she did become immortal she smells like wine and ice cream vanilla ice cream and roses she's has a doll like appearance so she knows that her death won't comes so she no longer yearns for death she is a wandering swordsman or a wanderer in the past though she gaslighted the people that she hated and manipulate them you know but she giving that villainous beauty and also she also represents the red spider Lily the spider Lily is a beautiful flower but also deadly due to the fact that it has poison so yeah she's inspired from that she also really loves spider lilies very much very much red and black will be her favorite color however other colors suit her perfectly she wears makeup specifically red lipstick and I kind of want to show the picture so here but she would always wear different lipsticks though the picture is right there though

Sorry if this is very long oh yeah I also forgot to mention she walks in these dresses though whatever she's not doing anything so she has like a lot of free time

Sorry if I'm showing too many pictures I hope you have a wonderful night toodles

I know I have read that manhwa but I can't remember where or what the name was🤔

Hope you'll enjoy😄

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapping

Blade: He begs her to poison him, he wants to feel like he's dying and the illusions and pain is as close as he can come, in a way that makes him similar to Rosemary since they both yearn for death, even if Rosemary has stopped yearning for it, Blade will take any connection possible.

The fact that she doesn't mind Blade's possessive behaviour will only fuel him to act even more possessive and deranged, he wont try to hide it, will kill right in front of her and smile while doing it.

Hopefully Rosemary wont mind being kidnapped as well, cus there is no way that Blade will ever let anyone else lay their disgusting looks on her, she may be strong but that would never stop Blade from taking her away.

"So beautiful, so prescious and all MINE"

Yoimiya: She sees only the best in Rosemary, no matter how villainous she acts, she loves to stare at her butterflies, how beautiful they are, she just doesn't like that Rosemary has to hurt herself every time she uses it... well that or hurt enemies but enemies don't just appear at random.

Yoimiya clings herself to Rosemary, never leaving her side, she can't even imagine a life where Rosemary is in, she just needs her to stay sane anymore, she has become an addiction to Yoimiya, and she doesn't mind at all.

Yoimiya just does whetever Rosemary wanna do, if she wanna paint then Yoimiya will paint as well, wanna get some revenge, of course Yoimiya will join as well. Yoimiya's life revolves around Rosemary and that wont stop anytime soon.

"Soooo, what do you wanna do today, I'm up for anything as long as you wont to do it"

(Ok, does anyone know the title of the manhwa, it's killing me not knowing😭)

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

🐺 Sensitive

Sensitive: Rosemary has a problem. Her best friend, one Peter Hale, has said just insinuated that she and him have had relations. Not good when Rose has eyes for someone else in the pack. A misunderstanding leads to a new revelation and an out of this world experience.

Warnings: Language, Explicit Material (Unprotected Sex is a No No)

To Note: Reader is a legal adult, Chris Argent x NAMED!Female!Reader, Age Gap

Word Count: ~5.4k

“You know Rosie, you really should stop prancing around Argent and just go for it.” Peter mused as he drove you back to the loft. Rolling your eyes, you shifted in your seat and dropped your chin into your hand.

“I have no idea what you are talking about, Peter,” You huffed, acting like he wasn’t exactly on the money and you and Chris hadn’t been dancing around each other for an entire month. Subtle looks, lingering stares, innocent smiles morphing into not so innocent ones, touches that lasted longer than needed, thinking about him while lying in bed. The list went on and on.

“Hmm, sure you don’t, it’s not like you’ve been my best friend since middle school and I don’t know when you are lying.” Peter sang back, giving you a wide teasing grin. You shot him a scathing look and shifted to cross your arms.

“Remind me again why I am friends with you?”

“Because your middle school boyfriend was an ass, you were a damsel in distress and needed someone to watch over you.” Peter pointed out, flourishing his fingers against the steering wheel.

“I resent that statement, thank you very much.” You huffed, scratching your cheek before sighing. “But seriously, can you please stop tormenting me with the teasing? Chris already thinks that you and I have a thing going on, that is the last thing I want.”

“I’m not the one that wanted to hide our friendship from the Scooby gang.” Peter drawled out.

“What? And deal with the ever present questions of how I put up with your psychotic ass? I think not.” You retorted as he pulled up to the loft. 

“It’s hot psychotic ass, newly reformed, actually,” He corrected you before running his eyes up and down your body. “You’re dressed nice, going on a date?”

He leaned over and stuck his nose against your neck. You reached up and tried to push his face away from your skin.

“Knock it off, Hale,” You groaned as you clicked the release button on your seat belt. “Had lunch with my parents. That is the only reason why I am dressed like this.”

“You smell like…” He paused before having the audacity to actually lick your neck. “Yep, you smell, and taste, like coconuts.”

You full on shoved his face away from your neck, giving him a blatant scowl as he just smirked at you.

“Did you really have to lick me?” Peter just smirked at you, biting back a snort of disgust, you reached for the door handle. “If anyone asks, you picked me up from the Shaley, got it?”

“Lunch with the parents, got it,” He echoed shortly before you were hauling ass in a huff. Stiles’s Jeep was already here along with Chris’s SUV and Allison’s Mazda, great, basically everyone beat you here yet again.

“Classic,” You sighed out before hurrying into the building, you took the stairs two at a time and scurried into the loft in record time. “Sorry I’m late, parents are in town and I had to hitch a ride from Peter.”

“Peter Peter?” Stiles questioned as you breezed down the steps and glided over to take your usual seat at the table.

“Is there any other Peter we know?” You questioned as you pulled out a chair and carefully sat down, making sure your dress didn’t ride up too much.

“I hope not,” The man in question spoke up as he entered the loft and jogged down the stairs. “Don’t want competition.”

“It’s not a competition Peter,” You sighed out underneath your breath as everyone rolled their eyes in unison. “We can barely put up with you, why would we want another?”

Peter gave you a look as Chris walked over and settled in a standing position next to where you sat. You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow as you leaned back in your seat and crossed your legs, lightly bouncing your foot.

“Please tell me you are having a better day than I am…”

“Visit with your parents that bad?” He questioned you with a soft chuckle, you let out a long sigh and ran an agitated hand through your hair which you had spent so much time fixing this morning.

“They are wondering why I’m not married with three children yet.” You drawled out, giving him a side smile. “Impatient for grandchildren it seems.”

“That’s parents for you,” Chris echoed with another laugh before nodding his chin at you. “You look good though, new dress?”

“You say that like I own nothing nice in my closet.” You responded while twisting a section of your hair around your finger. Chris snorted before tapping his fingers on your blue covered shoulder and leaning to whisper in your ear.

“I’ve seen your closet, I do know for a fact that you don’t own any dresses. You hate them.”

“Hmm, why ask when you already know the answer,” You answered, rolling your eyes as you leaned your head back. “Asked Lydia to go shopping with me. You know how my parents are, they want a feminine daughter who wears dresses and giggles. This was for them, not me.”

While you almost always ran around wearing jeans, leather boots, and some sort of comfortable shirt, for this lunch you had decided to play the good daughter and dress like the lady your mother wanted you to be. So you found yourself wearing a snug fitting dress, heels you normally wouldn’t be caught dead wearing, and a gussied up face that looks foreign every time you looked in the mirror.

“Either way, you look good, Rose,” Your lips twitched into a slight smirk.

“Well, at least someone is appreciating my effort,” You responded with a dramatic sigh. “These heels are killing my feet.”

You made a point to kick out your black suede heel. Taking another breath, you shook your head before reaching up slightly brushing your fingers over his hand resting lightly on your shoulder.

“I stupidly promised that I would introduce my boyfriend to them on Friday when we go out for dinner again.” You softly groaned. “You know one of these days I am going to finally figure out that I should just keep my mouth shut when it comes to my love life.”

“Goodie, looks like I get to dine with the parents on Friday,” Peter mused as he stretched out lazily on the couch. Your eyes flashed to his as your hackles rose and Stiles began to choke on his spit.

“Wait a minute are you two dating!?” Stiles burst out while Derek face palmed himself, Scott and Allison raised their eyebrows, and the hand on your shoulder tightened a smidgen.

“No, no—“ You blurted out, raising your free hand and pointing it at Peter. “ Do not get any ideas Peter Hale!”

Peter shrugged at you, appearing to not see what the problem was.

“Yeah there is no way you are passing yourself off as her boyfriend.” Scott snorted, crossing his arms across his chest and giving Peter a death glare. “You keep your teeth away from Rose.”

“What?” Peter questioned, a smile appearing on his face. The bastard was enjoying every second of this. “Afraid I’ll take a bite out of her? She is pretty delicious looking, isn’t she.”

“Can we please stop talking about Rose like she is some kind of all you can buffet?” Allison blurted out, waving a hand at you. Your eyes narrowed at Peter, a snarl quickly forming on your lips at the smug and all too gleeful look on his face.

“Buffet not needed,” Peter said smugly, flicking his tongue across his teeth. “I’ve already had a taste, haven’t I sweetheart.”

“I swear to God Peter,” Your hissed, lurching forwards in your seat. Chris’s hand pressed down, stopping you from getting up. The pressure from his fingers was a comfort, but didn’t help the anger you were feeling.

“Can you please not turn this into some sexual innuendo?” Derek asked, pinching his forehead. “I’m pretty sure Rose does not need your teasing right now.”

“Oh you thought that was an innuendo?” Peter let out a snort of laughter as a hot flush started climbing up your neck. Your scowl at him turned deadly as you dared him to continue that sentence, once again making something out of nothing. Peter dragged his thumb across his lips, that devious smirk deepening. That bastard… he wouldn’t… “Tastes tropical actually, never thought I’d enjoy coconuts as much—“

“Peter!” You shrieked, causing the were’s in the room to flinch from your pitch. Your entire face was now blazing with heat in embarrassment from what he was insinuating. You abruptly jerked to your feet and proceeded to stomp towards the exit.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” Peter leered at you, his smirk still wide on his face. You raised a hand over your shoulder and gave him your middle finger.

“Rose?” Scott called as you stomped your way up the steps.

“I’m going to cool off before I stab a certain someone!” You snarled over your shoulder before disappearing from view. Scurrying away from the loft, you took the stairs and burst out of the building, fanning your face while breathing heavily.

Half of the time you wondered why you were ever friends with the asshole… he was always scheming something, and that was prevalent with his little stunt he just pulled off. Making everyone think you and he had… Crouching down you buried your hands in your hair and took several long, deep breaths. That idiot knew you liked Chris, so why was he spouting crap about the two of you fooling around?

Standing up, you leaned your back against the side of the building and pushed the hair out of your hot face. You could deal with this, you had been since you met Peter and started dealing with his craziness. Letting out a deep breath, you looked at the parked cars and decided that you were absolutely not going to have Peter give you a ride back to your apartment. You were just going to have to mooch of someone else, someone like Chris… who now thought you slept with Peter…

“God damn it, Peter,” You whispered out, shaking your head.

“So you and Peter?” Jumping in place, your head snapped to the left to see Chris walking over. Biting your lip, you shook your head.

“There is no Peter and I, nor will there ever be, and he is most definitely not my boyfriend.” You spat out before taking another calming breath, rubbing your flushed cheek. “He was just— Peter was being Peter, as usual. He always like to tease me in front of others, I swear he gets off it.”

“I am pretty sure you were not the target of that session, Rose,” Chris responded, rubbing his hand across his stubble. You let out a soft snort and shook your head.

“How was I not? He basically announced that I taste like coconuts, and exactly how he found out, to the entire group.”

“Yeah that was pretty bad, but his words weren’t meant to tease you. He was trying to make me jealous.” You stared at him.

“Jealous.” You repeated in confusion as he raised an eyebrow at you. “Why exactly would you be jeal— oh…”

“Yeah, you never took me as the oblivious type but clearly you simply need to be told.” Your face was heating up again as he stepped closer and brushed a curled section of your hair behind your ear. “Rosemary—“

“You know I hate that name,” You grumbled, cutting him off. He just gave you an expectant look to which you sighed, indicating him to go on.

“You are a magnificent woman that I like, and I would be a very happy man if you would allow me to kiss you.”  You stared at him blankly. Christopher Argent just asked to do what now?

He asked to kiss you Rose, it’s not rocket science.

“Are you sure that’s what you want and not because Peter—” His mouth was on yours before you even had a chance to finish your sentence, echoing the fact that he didn’t want to kiss you just because Peter had egged him into doing so. Hands cupped your cheeks as small noise of startlement bubbled in the back of your throat, quickly devoured by Chris’s mouth.

Your back hit the wall you had previously been leaning against and you found yourself reaching up to grasp at Chris’s jaw. It was a brazen kiss that held nothing back, quick to steal any thoughts of Peter Hale and replace them with Christopher Argent.

You were consumed with the feel of his body pressing yours against the wall, the little strokes his fingers made across your cheekbones, and how after dreaming about kissing him for so long you were finally doing so. Only now you felt yourself being greedy and wanting more.

Parting your lips, you sighed out against his hungry lips as Chris gave you exactly what you wanted. He deepened the kiss, first swiping his tongue along your lower lip before diving in. Letting out an airy noise of enjoyment, your eyes flickered open Chris pulled away just barely, your lips mere millimeters from each other.

A shiver went up your spine when you looked into his eyes and saw clear desire and fire. His gaze was bolden and stared down at you with heat and longing. Letting out a breath, your eyelids fluttered as you struggled to come up with words to say after a smoking hot kiss like that.

“Need a ride home?” Chris asked lightly. “Cause something tells me that you are going to refuse to let Peter drive you back to your place.”

“That something would be correct,” You breathed out with a small chuckle. “But only if I’m not intruding on anything.”

Chris let out a laugh before brushing his fingers across your forehead and smiling down at you.

“You would never intrude on anything, Rose,” Chris told you softly with that curvy smile of his you found so attractive. “Come on, I’ll drive you home.”

His hands dropped from your cheeks and taking your right hand in his, Chris started walking towards his SUV, pulling you along with him. While walking, your eyes went down to your joined hands, looking at your woven fingers. How odd it was to finally have something when you had spent so much time imagining what it would feel like. Reaching the SUV, Chris opened the passengers door for you. Climbing in to the seat, and once again making sure your dress wasn’t riding up, you watched as Chris shut the door and walked around to the drivers side.

Blatantly staring at him as he started driving, you took the time to study him without anyone there to question why you were looking at Christopher Argent so intently.

“Do I have something on my face or what?” Chris asked, sending you a teasing look. You just cocked you eyebrow and gave him a pleasant smile.

“Well, I do see that smile I love,” You mused sassily. “I figured that since no one is around to harp on me blatantly ogling you I might as well enjoy the view.”

Chris let out a laugh and shook his head before returning his eyes to the road. Rather than blatantly ogling him like you had, you rolled your own head to look out the passing landscape. The rest of the ride to your apartment was quiet, and climbing out of the SUV, you nodded your head at the building, indicating that you wanted Chris to follow.

“Come on, Mr. Argent, you and I need to talk.” You announced before shutting the passengers door. Chris was soon to follow with a raised eyebrow.

“Uh oh, am I in trouble with the teacher?” Chris questioned as he caught up with your strides towards the elevator. You shot him a brief look before pressing the up button. The elevator let out a chime, for once already waiting on the first floor. You both entered and you hit the button to your floor.

“Depends,” You answered before crossing your arms and looking up at him. “Was that a one time itch?”

“I’m pretty sure my itch isn’t going to be sated by kissing, Rose.” Chris replied with that lazy side smile of his. That sent a shiver up your spine and made your cheeks heat up. Clearing your throat, you turned your head forwards and tapped your foot, waiting for the elevator to spit you out on your level.

You were half convinced that Chris was going to slam his hand on the emergency stop button and start up something that couldn’t be finished in the elevator, but luckily he kept his hands to himself. Striding out of the elevator when the doors opened, you headed down the hall to your apartment and promptly unlocked it. Letting Chris in, you shed your light jacket and headed for the kitchen, knowing that you were going to need a drink to get through this.

“Drink?” You asked over your shoulder. Chris let out a small chuckle.

“I won’t say no, you still have those beers tucked away from game night?”

“Indeed I do,” You answered as you opened my fridge and reached for one of the beers tucked into the very back. Grabbing one, v pulled it out before taking the open bottle of white wine from the shelf on the door. Quickly taking the top off the beer you handed it over before pouring yourself a glass of wine and taking a long sip.

“This stressing you out this much?”

“My parents are in town, of course I’m stressed, and then Peter goes and opens his big fat mouth… I am feeling the need to shoot someone.” You huffed out, brushing your hair back out of your face. “Preferably Peter, I swear to God, the next time I see him I am skinning his stupid furry ass.”

“Just to make it clear, you and Peter—“

“We are not dating, and we will never date,” You said abruptly cutting him off. “So no need to feel jealous over something that isn’t.”

“There is plenty to be jealous about Rosemary, I am man.”

“Oh you’re a man? I didn’t know that,” You drawled out sarcastically before taking another big sip of wine. “Well then I don’t understand why you men get jealous over each other, seems like that is a female thing.”

You walked over to the window your dining table was in front of and looked out.

“Peter knows I liked you, Rose, so he is doing everything he can to purposefully piss me off.”

“Oh come on Chris, you are blowing this way out of proportion. It’s not like—“ Chris was setting his beer down and backing you up against your dining table in seconds and caging you in with those arms of his.

“It’s not like…?” He broached darkly, leaning closer which in turn made you leaned further back. “Rose, I don’t share. Period. So whatever is going on between you and Peter, it ends. Now.”

Your face flooded with heat at how close he was to you. You were practically holding yourself up by your elbows, half sprawled out on the dining table. Chris, who normally looked hot, was even more so when he was in his angry he man ‘you are mine’ mood. You found that all you could do was meekly nod at him.

“I need a verbal answer,” Chris pressed on. You swallowed and shifted where you half sat half leaned.

“Yes,” You whispered, trembling slightly in both anticipation and nervousness. Chris seemed to be pleased with your answer because the look in his eyes lightened up. You took a shuddering breath, your dress not providing any protection from feeling every inch of his body pressed against your.

With your eyes still connected Chris started leaning in, pressing even more of his sinful body against yours. Your breath caught in your throat and less than a second later his lips were pressing against yours once again. Unlike the kiss you had shared outside the loft, this one went from zero to one hundred almost immediately.

His tongue was flicking across your lip, demanding entrance and proceeding to barge right in. Making a sound in the back of your throat as Chris’s mouth commanded yours to obey, you slumped underneath his weight and drawn out sensation. While you were willfully responding to  Chris’s demanding kisses, his hand’s slid across the table to your hips. From there he was lightly running his fingers along the outside of your thighs.

While his fingers were slowly wrapping around your thighs, you reached up and brushed your own against Chris’s scratchy cheek. He had always left just the right amount of stubble and you had often wondered what it would feel like against your skin. Would it scratch your neck as he planted a trail of kisses across your shoulder? Would leave behind a sting or burn?

You didn’t get the chance to further question what it would feel like on your delicate skin because Chris was roughly pushing your body back across the table. Letting out a small yelp as your lips disconnected and your back hit solid wood, you stared up at Chris with hot cheek as your legs dangled off the table at your knees.

“It’s only fair I get my turn,” Chris stated, his fingers slipping beneath your dress hemline. A flush spread across your neck and cheeks as the implications of his words connected in your brain. Oh God was Chris really going to do what you think he was implying. There really was only one way to find out.

“You really don’t have to…” Chris’s eyebrow arched as he slowly and teasingly started to push the hemline of your dress up your thighs.

“I don’t think you get my words, Rosemary, I want my turn,” He stated, his eyes dark and full of a healthy dose of lust. A shiver went up your spine while your eyes grew to saucers. With that stupid hot smirk of his on his lips, Chris shoved your dress the rest of the way up to reveal the red lace of your Victoria’s Secret cheekini panties.

Letting out a sound that was halfway between a moan and a groan of embarrassment, you covered your flushed face with your hands. Chris didn’t go in for the kill like you expected, he started by placing his lips on the inside of your left knee and slowly working his way up. Your very breathing on the shallower end, you resisted the urge to squeal and yank your legs away when he nuzzled the inside of your thigh and you felt the burning kiss of his stubble.

Oh yes, it burned, it burned deliciously. Biting down on your lip to stifle the soft whimper that slipped from you mouth, you parted your fingers and stared at the ceiling. Little tremors of lightning were already working their way through your veins and he hadn’t even gotten your panties off yet. Chris’s thumbs on your thighs started to massage little circles, accentuating the sensations he was drawing just from your legs.

It was perhaps a wilted hope that all he would do was torture you with touches on your legs, because his fingers were soon sliding up and curling around the elastic band of your underwear. Chris placed one last open mouthed kiss on your inner thigh, pulling at the skin before releasing it with a hint of sting. Your thigh muscles twitched as he raised himself to stare down into your face.

Eyes still wide, Chris’s blue ones gazed into yours with a predatory side as he slowly started to pull your panties down. You could feel every millimeter the lace traveled and your mind was nearly consumed by the knuckles brushed across your naked skin as he continued. Your chest heaved slightly when he tugged your panties off your legs, leaving your heels wrapped around your feet.

“You are one of the most beautiful creatures I have ever seen, Rose,” Chris husked, returning his flingers to lightly ghosting along the tops of your thighs. “I wonder if you really do taste like coconuts…”

He didn’t see the look on your face because he dropped his eyes from yours to get a view of your bare lower half. Your fingers pressed down into the table top, digging into the wood while Chris ran his nose across your inner pelvic region. Lips parting as a shuddering breath escaped your lungs, you nearly stopped breathing when his tongue ran a gentle, direct line up the center of your core.

A soundless wheeze bubbled at the back of your throat while your feet jerked where they hung. The feeling alone was nothing like you had ever felt, it was incomparable to fingers and you could now understand why your friends practically raved about their boyfriends going down on them. Pressing your hands entirely flat against the tabletop, your back arched slightly as Chris started to explore with his tongue.

Your neck muscles strained and you bit your lip hard until you could taste the coppery taste of blood. Releasing your bitten lip you let out a shuddering breath mix with a small whine. Chris’s tongue was setting off a blinding heat inside your abdomen and it was taking everything you had not to start writhing on the table. At the very least, your hips and legs had started to strain against Chris’s grip, which he promptly tightened to keep you exactly where he wanted.

You were past cloud nine and rocketing towards euphoria at record speeds. The sounds tumbling from your mouth at this point were down right embarrassing and if anything, only seemed to spur Chris on in his endeavor. With each little movement he made, his stubble scraped against your inner thighs and inflamed your skin.

The muscles in your neck strained as you pushed your head back as hard as you could into the tabletop. Your entire body was shaking, your legs worse, writhing against Chris’s hold in jerking movements that gave away just how close you were to completely coming undone.

Clawing at the wood beneath your tense fingers, a strangled gurgle crawled its way up your throat when Chris slipped one of his hands from your thigh to slide a finger into your body. You almost started to beg for relief but before you could even get one word out he hashed out a lick that went all the way up to your bikini line and then lightly bit at your leg. Lighting and burning shocks reverberated in your veins.

It was all getting to be too much. From the wicked sensations in your core and the pleasurable burn on the inside of your thighs, your body simply could not keep up with the sensations. Gaping for breath, your eyesight went blurry as you stared up at the ceiling and with one strong slip of control you felt fire rip through your body.

Convulsing on the table, a bone-shattering orgasm ripped it’s way through your body and senses, robbing you of your sight, hearing, and breath. You could feel your muscles spasm in both your abdomen and legs, and at the peak of pleasure, silence took over.

Your eyes flickered open as you let out a small grunt of discomfort, the inside of your thighs burning the first thing your brain cared to pick up on. Blinking at the ceiling of your apartment, you propped your body up from where you were laid out on your couch. It took your brain a few moments to catch up. Peter being an ass, storming out of the loft, Chris kissing you and then giving you a ride home, and then…

Your face flushed with fire and you let out a moan, burying your head in your hands in embarrassment. No wonder your thighs were burning, beard burn was no joke, but how long had you been out for? Looking around, your face still quite hot, your eyes ultimately landed on Chris who was lounging in one of your living room chairs. You froze in place.

“How exactly do you know Peter? Because I get the feeling that you aren’t telling me, or the pack, everything.” Chris asked quietly, tilting his head to the side as he leaned forward and placed his arms on his knees.

“We’ve known each other since middle school,” You admitted sheepishly, rubbing your hot cheek. “He may be an ass, but he’s been acting like my older brother since we met and keeping other supernatural’s from harassing me.”

“Brother,” Chris repeated, rocking back where he sat. “So when he said…”

“He just licked my neck,” You whispered out, flushing the full kaleidoscope of heat. “No one has ever... well, except for you…”

“Your saying that that was the first time someone has—“ You nodded quickly in embarrassment, not wanting to hear the physical words that would only make your face burn even hotter. Chris seemed to contemplate something inches mind for a few moments before he got to his feet and walked over to where you were sitting. He crouched down so you were at eye level.

“Like I said, we’re just friends,” You mumbled shyly, twisting your fingers into the skirt of your dress.

“Good,” Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head at his simple, one word answer. You started to sputter for words as a smirk stretched across his lips, he reached up to brush a clump of hair that had fallen, out of your face. “That means I got to you first.”

An explosive fire ran across your cheeks as you let out a disgruntled screech and raised a fist, smacking him in the shoulder.

“It’s not a competition Chris!” You nearly squealed as he laughed at you and ran his fingers through your hair.

“I told you, it’s a man thing, Rose,” You scowled at him before huffing and slouching back, then wincing as your thighs rub together.

“Gives a whole new meaning to beard burn,” You mumbled shyly, shifting so your thighs weren’t rubbing together. “Your fault by the way.”

Chris let out a chuckle before grasping the side of your head pressing a kiss against your hair.

“Stay put, I know you’ve got lotion around here somewhere.” Huffing at him, you crossed your arms.

“You can get it, but I’m putting it on, lord knows that if you try treating the burns, that is the last thing that will happen.” The cheeky look on his face was the only answer you needed to know that you were one hundred percent right.

What had you gotten yourself into?

“So I guess this means I’ll be meeting the parents on Friday?” Chris asked from where he was digging out your lotion from the medicine cabinet. You had completely forgotten about that, and had forgotten about the boyfriend you didn’t have.

“Well if you want to play the part…” You answered with a sigh, slouching back against your couch. Chris emerged with the bottle of CeraVe in hand.

“Who said anything about playing the part?” He countered. “Why not just make it real? I mean I do know that you actually do taste tropical…”

Your face flooded with heat once again in embarrassment and you were chucking a pillow at his head as he laughed.

“I swear to God, Christopher Argent, you mention that to my parents…” You warned him with a deadly look. Chris walked the rest of the way over to you and offered the lotion with a teasing smile.

“I promise, as your boyfriend, to be on my best behavior.” You rubbed your face with one last heavy sigh. They were either going to love him, or the dinner was going to be a complete disaster. At least the look in his eyes told you that he would probably be the best boyfriend a woman could ask for.

Date Published: 6/26/22

Last Edit: 6/26/22

[ferelbasta]

Ever since making my last post here I’ve gotten even more ideas for the Crystal Cards story, one big change I’m gonna make is the actual name of this project. It now will be known as Beetlejuice and The Terror Cards. My reason for renaming the story is since these cards are loosely based off of tarot cards, my girlfriend suggested calling them “terror” as a play on words, and due to the nature of the cards as well, so I’m gonna roll with it since it has a nice ring to it. Something else I want to say that I haven't mentioned before is that this story is one where Beetlejuice ( cartoon) goes through an ark where in the end he realizes he needs to stop doing certain awful things and change for the better, such as taking advantage of those around him, relying on Lydia far too much, and the whole con artist stuff. I hope I made sense there, he still ofc is a big mischief maker but he is now trying to pull back a bit.

I never really took any of this into consideration as a teen or even when the brain rot started, but after seeing a post on here talk about him it really made me think. This story also has the new character Rosemary go through an ark as well since… she is mostly responsible for the events transpiring in the story thanks to her actions and treatment towards her younger sister. I’ll talk about this more when I get to it but now I’m going to just explain what happens now in the story, to not only help get my ideas sorted out but to also maybe get some suggestions on if certain things could use tweaking.

Part 0

At first I was unsure how to even start this story but I finally got ideas, so I see this all starting in the early morning before dawn with Rosemary flying away from a ancient tower of sorts, to which a flock of winged imp-demon things flying after her, after some quick maneuvering she manages to get out of the imps sights and flies over most of the Neitherworld to spread out the  terror cards she managed to snatch from her sisters grasp, with Rosemary having six out of the eight cards, she hides them so that if she is caught the cards aren’t on her. Though as Rosemary reached the part of the Neitherworld that Beetlejuice is in, the imp things find and catch up to her and she’s knocked out of the sky, causing the last card on her to fall into the city below, the part I just described will be partly seen as to not make things too long starting out.

We then cut to a few hours later where the city is being almost turned upside down with the imp things looking for that last card that fell, and some still looking for Rosemary, with them going as far as to trash nearby homes to try and find her, we cut to a somehow still asleep Beetlejuice and he begins to stir awake thanks to a whiff of an odd scent, smoke, he could smell smoke coming from somewhere. Beetlejuice then becomes fully awake upon realizing that the roadhouse is on fire, outside it’s shown that Ginger and Jacques are being helped out of the house by fireghouls ( replace men with ghouls cuz of the shows pun system) and about two trucks shooting water at the building. The two of course realize BeetleJuice wasn’t with them until they and the group of fire fighting ghouls hear him scream and shoot out of the roof of the roadhouse while still in his pjs, he darts over to the group and is rightfully just as confused and freaked out as his roommates. 

It’s then shown the other residents near the roadhouse have also been trashed by these imps, with many still running around and some being rounded up by the Monster Across The Street ( will call him Mon in this going forward) since there were some in his house. Beetlejuice joins in rounding up these imp things after seeing some still around the roadhouse ( and poofing into his suit) and some running around near the group, after sending the tied up imps flying off screen, that’s when it was revealed that the group of imps were actually chasing Rosemary, who hid in a nearby mailbox. By this point things have finally settled down and the fire was put out, though the roadhouse is in very bad shape, Beetlejuice then floats around to see how much of the inside was destroyed, right as he enters what used to be his bedroom, he suddenly hears his name being called three times to which Lydia then shows up, she begins to ask what is going on since she was able to smell smoke emitting from her mirror at her desk, thanks to Adam and Barbara warning her, though while asking she then gets her answer by just looking around.

Lydia then asks what could have caused this and Beetlejuice responds sounding rather defeated since he only just woke up to all this chaos going on, after walking out of the wreckage though that’s when Rosemary makes herself known to the distraught group of the Roadhouse inhabitants, the four of course are confused until she begins to explain the situation at hand, Beetlejuice ofc gets pissed upon hearing that those things did all this just to try and find her, but Rosemary manages dodge getting completely blamed for all this by quickly explaining more about what’s going on, with how her sister is the one causing this chaos with her looking for the Terror Cards that Rosemary took to prevent her sister from harnessing their power to try and take over the Neitherworld. Hearing all this manages to quell the rather agitated Beetlejuice, Ginger, and Jacques but they still are confused as to what exactly these Terror Cards are and their importance, that is when Rosemary realizes she is actually missing the last card she hand on her after noticing her Grimoire opened up nearby on the ground, that’s when gets the idea of asking Beetlejuice for help retrieving the cards due to his powers, he at first refuses until Rosemary mentions how he could possibly get revenge for his place being destroyed, after thinking on that he then agrees on that one condition, Lydia joins as well due to wanting to keep Beetlejuice in check and Rosemary is happy to hear she’ll have more help in this massive endeavor. 

Part 1: Card of Mischief

After this, a police car rolls up to the group, startling Beetlejuice of course with him poofing away to hide, though when the officer steps out and asks if anyone has seen Beetlejuice and Lydia asks how come, the officer then explains that Beetlejuices brother, Donny, has started acting very strange, very much unlike himself. Beetlejuice returns to question this and the cop describes Donny acting strangely similar to him, as in causing a lot of trouble within the nearby city.

This shocks the four upon hearing that the youngest of the two Juice brothers is causing havoc, though Beetlejuice however then begins to laugh and can’t believe what he’s hearing, though the cop reaffirms what he said and this causing Beetlejuice to make a mad dash for the nearby city to see if what is being told is true, Lydia and Rosemary follow suit leaving Ginger and Jacques behind. We cut to Beetlejuice showing up entering the city and he takes note that the city is in shambles, all thanks to those imp things causing mayhem, Lydia and Rosemary finally catch up and Rosemary pulls out the Grimoire, flipping to a few pages. She explains that she’s able to track the Terror Cards with this book since by magic they’re connected, and upon reaching a certain page after reciting an incantation to herself, the pages glows and directs Rosemary in the direction of the first lost card.

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After a bit of passing through the cities streets the three soon come across some folks complaining about Donny’s chaos and some sounding very concerned due to his sudden change in personality, eventually they find Donny messing with a sign on the side of a building. Beetlejuice and Lydia get his attention but when Donny turns around they can easily tell something is very off with him, from the energy that he gives off to his eyes, which normally are white have now turned yellow, appearing similar to Beetlejuices eyes. Donny expresses how he’s surprised to see the two here in town, though Beetlejuice goes up to him and begins to ask about what pranks his brother managed to pull off so far, of course Lydia is annoyed by this since instead they should be figuring out why Beej’s bother is acting this way in the first place, Donny though only answers Beetlejuice and even demonstrates this newfound pranking talent by messing with some folks nearby without being detected. Beetlejuice ofc finds this all hilarious but Lydia chews him out, right as Beetlejuice is about to respond however Donny zips past his older brother causing him to spin rapidly, after he stops himself he realizes that Donny snatched his wallet.

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Now finally taking this seriously Beetlejuice angrily chases after Donny all while he taunts his older brother, Lydia is about to chase after the two until Rosemary decides to gift Lydia with the ability to fly, in a similar way Beetlejuice and herself can, in Rosemary’s words, just so she can keep up. The two manage to catch back up with the two brothers chasing eachother down with Donny tricking Beetlejuice into either loosing him or getting stuck in various ways, eventually though Beetlejuice is able to catch Donny by extending one of his arms and coiling it around his younger brother, he then shakes Donny upside down causing a bunch of stuff to fall out, from stuff for pranks to things he snatched from other folks, including Beetlejuices wallet AND the missing Terror Card. 

Rosemary flies over and picks it up right as Donny begins to come to his senses and questions as to what is going on, Beetlejuice of course thinks Donny is trying to pull as fast one to get out of trouble but then Rosemary and Lydia point out how Donny seems to feel and sound like his normal self. Rosemary adds onto this by pointing out the power behind the Terror Card Donny had was the Card of Mischief, which causes the holder to become possessed if weak willed by making them wreak havoc in playful but harmful ways, with her, Lydia and Beetlejuice looking at the card better, Lydia notices how oddly similar the figure on the card resembles Beetlejuice, to which he feels it’s just a coincidence.

While the three were talking, a bunch of people start to listen in as a police car pulls up to the group, at this point Donny is now begging to have an explanation, and to be let down, to this Beetlejuice just drops him and lets him fall to the ground on his head, with Lydia getting annoyed by this and Beetlejuice just acting innocent. Donny is helped up by an officer and Lydia and both her and the officer begin to explain what was going on, hearing all this Donny is mortified by what he did while possessed and begins to profusely apologize to everyone, despite the residents of the city and law informant are about to let him off the hook since he was doing everything against his will, Donny insists on helping clean up and fix what he did regardless.

Beetlejuice rolls his eyes from his younger brothers goody two shoes-ness before Rosemary speaks up and points out they need to find the next nearest card, Beetlejuice and Lydia stop her and BeeJ asks again why these cards are so important and just how many she hid around the Neitherworld, Rosemary reluctantly answers by saying she took six out of the eight cards from where they were being held, so they now only had five more to look for. Before she can take off however an officer questions Rosemary on how she knows so much on what happened to Donny and her knowledge on these cards, Rosemary accidentally outs herself with how she was being tracked down, in return unknowingly causing all this damage to the city and neighborhoods, making the surrounding townsfolk glare her down. Rosemary tries to recover from her blunder by saying that she is working on trying to stop her sister with Beetlejuice and Lydias help, the officer acts surprised at Beetlejuice wanting to lend a hand, to which Beetlejuice says he’s only part of this due to wanting revenge for his place being burned down and to not read into it.

The crowd murmurs over this revelation and the officer sees the three off as they go look for the next Terror Card. The trio make a quick pitstop over to the neighborhood Beetlejuice resides in to see how Jacques, Ginger, and Mon are fairing, via Lydias request, thankfully since Mons house wasn’t as damaged as the roadhouse, Ginger and Jacques will be bunking at Mons for the time being. After informing the three on what is now happening, Beetlejuice, Lydia, and Rosemary see where the Grimoire directs them.. to Beetlejuices and Lydias surprise their first stop is at the Palace of the Neitherworld.

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And thats it so far! Please let me know your thoughts and if anything here can be improved! <:3 I'm brainstorming the next few parts already between the stories big middle part so hopefully that can be posted soon! ^^

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

A Tale of Two Dragons

5/6 - The Exiled Snake

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Roman is, surprisingly, having a lovely day in the Witch's cabin. Unfortunately, the day ends on a far less lovely note.

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No TWs for most of this chapter I don't think they really are just chilling. At the end beware of a character being attacked and drugged - it's very brief.

Remus has officially caused some problems :3

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It had been a few hours since Roman woke up from whatever the hell Remus had given him - It had upset him greatly to learn that his brother didn't just want to spend time with him for once but that's a whole other issue - and in that time he’d been freed of his blindfold as well as his gag and by goodness did he have a nice view. 

At least that was the one thing going for this. The witch’s home was beautiful. Cluttered and messy but warm and bright with candles as it began to get dark. The room he was in wasn’t too cold or too warm and it smelled rather pleasantly of a mixture of different herbs that Roman didn’t think he could name. Maybe he could smell rosemary. 

The witch himself was… also rather appealing in looks. Roman didn’t want to admit it considering his current situation as a kidnap-ee, but he was simply thinking the truth. The witch was tall and strong looking under his mysterious looking clothing, his hair was dark and curly and soft-looking as it hung over his face, hiding his gorgeous violet eyes

He had even given Roman a pillow to rest his head on and wrapped a blanket around him when he put out the fire and headed into the next room to sleep for the night. Roman, as expected, didn’t sleep all that well sat up and tied, but the next morning the witch gave him something that made him feel like he’d slept for hours followed by a frankly delicious breakfast that he’d had to feed him with a fork, making the both of them blush at the pure absurdity of the situation. 

The witch also wasn’t actually so bad at conversation, when it came down to it.

“What are you up to?” Roman asked, shuffling his chair around a little so that he could watch the witch work, leaning forward as much as his binds could allow to try and see what he was grinding together in his mortar, the witch hummed and turned to face him, before releasing he’d managed to turn the chair around himself and chuckling. 

“It’s nothing much,” He said, “Just another little jinx from my ex… he wont leave me alone.”

Single and gay? Sign Roman up - no. He shouldn’t be thinking like that, he was open with Janus about the potential of polyamory in their relationship, but he couldn’t go trying to romance the man who’d had a hand in kidnapping him, no matter how kind he was being. 

“Ah,” Roman said, “I’m sorry, if I wasn’t bound to this chair I’d go out and deal with him for you.”

“Right,” The witch scoffed, shaking his head and going back to mixing up the herbs. Crushing what looked like a belladonna flower into the mix, Roman winced, that would be one nasty spell. 

“No really!” Roman said when it became clear that the witch didn’t believe him, “I would do so! You don’t seem like a terrible person, whatever he did to deserve such a hex must be quite awful-”

“You-” The witch paused, “I kidnapped you-!”

“Remus kidnapped me,” Roman corrected.

“What…” He sighed, “Whatever, my ex was a dick, you’re right, that’s why I left and came out here.”

“I’m sorry you were treated that way,” Roman said, sounding more serious and soft than before. His tail flicked as much as it could in its binds, he hated to think anyone living within his borders was being treated badly. 

“It’s- it’s fine, not your fault,” The witch looked away quickly, down at his mortar. Roman watched a tear fall into the mix before the witch hastily wiped his eyes, “My uh- my name is Virgil.”

“Oh!” Roman said brightly, “Nice to meet you, Virgil! My name’s Roman.”

“I know, dumbass,” Virgil huffed, Roman could practically feel him rolling his eyes. 

“So… Virgil…”

“I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?” Virgil sighed deeply, Roman just grinned.

“Can you tell me about your witchy stuff?” he asked, Virgil turned with a surprised look, tilting his head, clearly that hadn’t been what he was expecting.

“Why would you need to know about that?” Virgil asked, “Aren’t you super powerful?”

Roman baulked, “Well- yes - but- but not with witchcraft! My magic is more uh - I suppose it’s in my blood? With my ancestry my magic just comes naturally - it’s not practised like yours! Witchcraft fascinates me…”

“Okay okay calm down-” Virgil said, though his face was dusted a rather adorable pink, “I can- I can show you the basics if you really want.”

The afternoon was spent with Virgil teaching Roman various basic magic practices. Of course, Roman’s hands being bound did make it a little difficult for him to actually do anything, though that was of course Virgil’s intention, it was a little frustrating. 

But, miraculously, by the time they were ready for dinner, Roman almost thought he would consider them friends. 

It was starting to get late, but Virgil had let Roman up from the chair, with the caveat that he had to keep his hands - and thus his magic - bound. But at least that let him move to the comfier sofa with the witch, where he could read over his shoulder. It was a nice story, and Roman was just starting to fall asleep against Virgil’s shoulder when he felt something. 

A pinprick in his chest, a tiny, warm feeling that had him sitting up. Virgil looked up at him, confused, before his eyes widened. 

“You-” Virgil said, frowning, “Is your crown supposed to glow like that?”

Roman made a noise - he couldn’t tell what it was, his magic being cut off meant that the feelings he relied on to keep his friends and partner safe was far away and difficult to keep a hold on, but he could tell something was happening.

“Someone’s in trouble,” Roman says, “All- all my friends have a piece of jewellery - like a charm, I bought them so I’d always know if they were in trouble - I-”

“Okay okay, slow down,” Virgil said, taking hold of Roman’s arms and taking a deep breath for him to follow, “Can you tell anything else about what’s happening?”

Roman shook his head, a little panicked, “Not- not with these restraints on-”

“You’re not gonna bolt if I take them off of you, right?” Virgil asked. Roman didn’t know if he was being truthful when he did it, but he shook his head anyway. Virgil carefully reached around Roman to untie the magical rope on his wrists. 

Once he was free, Roman closed his eyes and took a few long, deep breaths, taking Virgil’s hand to ground himself as he focused on the feeling. 

“It’s Janus-” Roman says softly, “He- Janus is my partner, he- he’s outside of the kingdom-”

“Is that… bad?” Virgil asked tentatively. 

“Yeah - he- he’s a refugee - exiled from his home kingdom, the palace took him in a few years ago, but it’s not safe for him out there - he’s a Naga, there are people who are after him and no-one would dare with him under my protection but outside of the kingdom is free game - what is he doing out there?”

Virgil looked torn, conflicted, he squeezed Roman’s hand where he was still holding it, “Okay… so he’s in trouble?” He asked, “Like - potentially in trouble or actively in trouble.”

“Actively in trouble- he’s terrified,” Roman said, eyes still closed as he focused on Janus’ earrings - he wasn’t wearing them, which was strange too, but Roman could still feel how Janus was feeling through them, “I think he’s being attacked, can’t be sure- Virgil-”

“You wanna go and save him,” Virgil said, already standing up, helping Roman to his feet.

“You’re… letting me?”

“Someone you love is in trouble,” Virgil told him, “Probably because of the shit plan I involved myself in, of course I’m letting you.”

Roman breathed a sigh of relief, even smiling, “Thank you Virgil - oh! You should come too- we might make use of your magic,” Roman said - though in reality he really just wanted Virgil to accompany him. 

Virgil nodded, and moments later had gathered a bag of offensive supplies - potions, physical spells and other materials - as well as his staff, and he was ushering Roman out of the door.

Before they could get far, Roman crouched down and told Virgil to climb onto his back. They would be able to get there faster if it was just Roman, and that way he could use his magic to get there quicker too. Eventually, Virgil complied with just a little grumbling and soon enough they were running through the woods towards where Roman could feel Janus’ panic. 

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Back at the castle, Remus slept soundly whilst Logan and Patton had a hushed but panicked conversation in Logan’s office, they’d both felt the signal too. They were worried about Janus, and about Roman - who hadn’t even woken up to respond to it. Eventually, after much convincing from Patton, he and Logan decided to go after Janus themselves. 

Remus woke up half an hour later feeling like something was distinctly wrong. 

—-

Janus was surrounded. Even if he shifted into his snake-like form, there was no way he would be able to escape now. They had nets, and they’d already shot him with some kind of dart that made him slow and dizzy. All he could do was clutch his earrings and hope someone would come to his rescue….

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[smallnico]

Okay I know these are basic but I actually think I haven't asked them yet. A rundown of Esper's favorites: favorite flower? Food? Drink? Animal? Color? Season?

a lot of these i hadn't thought about either, so thanks for the opportunity!!

flower: i don't know if this counts, since it's not really known for its flowers, but i would probably say rosemary.

i've written a little story where esper gets a gift of a sachet of rosemary from astarion, in part to help with the whole 'lingering smell of death' situation, so it has a lot of sentimental significance to them. that said, it's also pretty appropriate -- in addition to smelling nice and tasting nice, it's also said to purify and protect against negative and corruptive spiritual energy. some meanings i've found in terms of flower language are memory, love, lust, mourning, and fidelity, all of which are also appropriate lmao. it also looks like esper, a little -- so pointy and kind of evocative of spikier pine needles, so you don't want to get too close, but when you do the needles are actually pretty tender, and the flowers are a well-kept secret -- maybe you didn't realize that rosemary Had flowers, that it was just a leafy herb for seasoning, but it has a lot of beauty to it even beyond how useful and versatile it is.

food: roasted dwarf, obviously -- just kidding, though. esper's favourite food is probably sauteed mushrooms.

(and not just because the durge c*nnibalism stuff squicks me out a little, so i choose not to incorporate it more than i have to into esper's story.) esper actually doesn't like eating meat if they can help it. it feeds That Durge In Them, but that's why they don't like it. mushrooms, on the other hand, remind them in some small way of better times. they did grow up in the underdark, so they ate a lot of mushrooms as a kid!

drink: esper will drink anything that's given to them, but they're especially fond of mint tea.

esper used to be an absinthe and dark liquor enjoyer back in the bhaalist days, but ever since their lobotomy and necromancer vivisection experience, their old drow poison/alcohol tolerance is pretty much nonexistant, so they don't drink much alcohol. tea on the other hand is good for stress management, and mint tea in particular helps to bring up your energy level without caffeine, so it doesn't make it harder to sleep -- something esper, chronic bhaalspawn nightmare haver, struggles with enough as it is.

animal: no question here. cats!

it's partially a joke, but i associate esper pretty strongly with cats -- and in-game (though this is mostly my fault) i use speak with animals to prevent ever harming them (yes, i know about steelclaw and grub. not on my watch, larian), as well as other animals. esper has a soft spot for creatures, but they do have a particular affinity for cats and their ways of life. esper too pinwheels between being god's favourite little acrobatic obligate predator and being so cuddly and sweet. also, between being cool and aloof and careful, and being an absolute fucking bastard menace with a taste for mischief. if you've ever been stared at relentlessly by a cat, you understand how it feels to be stared at by esper.

colour: you wouldn't be able to tell by looking at them, but it's somewhere between teal and purple.

these are the colours i use to depict their magic, not coincidentally! even though the main non-black colour accent i use with esper in art is this purplish red, that's the colour i use when i want to depict The Urge, or bhaal. this is why their text bubbles in my comics are pink -- it's halfway between bhaal and esper. :>

season: now this is one i'm not sure about. they'd need to have a few more years accumulated of Experiencing Seasons before they'd be able to make up their mind, but i know in my heart it's probably autumn.

i have an easier time saying for certain what seasons esper hates, lmao. they hate summer. too much sun, too hot, too much Weather, too humid. again, they grew up in the underdark and spent a lot of their forgotten adult life either underground or prowling at night. they are more than happy with shorter days and cooler weather -- the only reason winter isn't their favourite season is because snow is a pain in the ass, and because esper runs hot (body temp wise) but not hot enough to dress how they usually like to when it's Actually Cold. and spring just means summer is coming, so to esper that makes it the sunday night of seasons. autumn is nice and cool, kind of spooky, dark, and full of the smell of things rotting (but in like a good way).

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THANKS FOR ASKINGGG you're a real one molly <333

[lulublack90]

Prompt 2 - Mistletoe

@wolfstarmicrofic Prompt 2, word count 836

Remus was running late for Lily’s birthday party. He hadn’t wanted to go, not really, but he’d made a promise and he intended to stick to it. He hurried down the road fixing his tie into place just as he made it to the venue. 

Sirius was bored already, every single person at James and Lily’s Christmas party he’d met before. He needed someone new, someone interesting. He didn’t care who, just someone to relieve him of his absolute boredom. That’s when he walked in. Brown corduroy trousers and a wrinkled white shirt, with a green tie that had some sort of pattern on it that Sirius couldn’t quite make out. He didn’t look promising. 

Remus spotted Lily as soon as he walked in, her flaming red hair easy to see. 

“Remus! You came!” Lily squealed as she threw her arms around him. 

“Of course I came, I promised you didn’t I?” She squeezed him harder. 

“Come meet James. He’s dying to meet you.” Remus allowed Lily to lead him over to the tall man with messy black hair and very round glasses. 

“James, this is Remus. Remus, this is James.” Lily proudly introduced them before walking away and leaving them to make awkward small talk.

“So, you work with Lily?” James asked, clearly as uncomfortable as Remus felt. 

“Er, yeah. Different department but same building.” James nodded as he listened. 

“Nice tie.” He said spotting Remus’s tie. 

“Oh, er, thanks, it was my Secret Santa gift.” And that was as much as they managed to say as a gaggle of young women swarmed around James giggling and jostling Remus out of the way.     

Sirius had forgotten about the tall man the second he’d written him off for his terrible dress sense. He’d been hanging out near the drinks table, mixing concoctions trying to make something fun that would also knock your socks off. He was just reaching for the maraschino cherries when a scared hand wrapped around them first. 

“Oh, sorry, did you want these? A soft lilting voice apologised. He looked up at the speaker and realised it was the tall man from earlier. 

“No, no it’s fine. I was just messing around with them.” Sirius told him grabbing a handful of cranberries instead. “I think these will work better anyway.” He threw them into his drink and took a sip. 

He was pleasantly surprised, it was sweet and sharp at the same time and very refreshing. 

“What’s it called?” The man asked him. Sirius shrugged. 

“Not sure yet, might have to have a few more swigs before I decide so I can make an educated guess.” The man leaned over and sniffed at the drink. 

“Hmm, vodka, lemon and cranberries with a hint of something herby.” 

“That would be the rosemary.” Sirius gave him the answer before he could ask. “You’ve got an amazing sense of smell. I’m Sirius by the way.”

“Remus. Er, thanks. I’ve always been good at picking out scents. Can’t go down a candle aisle though, it's pure torture.” Sirius couldn’t help it, he burst out laughing, and Remus smiled back at him. Sirius was finding the young man more engaging than he had expected.

“So thought of a name for it yet?” Remus asked him. 

“Hmmm, well it's Christmas so probably should name it something related.” He thought for another few seconds and then the name popped into his head. “Mistletoe.” He proclaimed proudly. 

“Mistletoe?” Remus said, then excitedly pointed at his tie. “Just like on my tie.” Sirius looked more closely at him then, taking in the scars running across every bit of visible skin. They shimmered almost magically in the low lighting of the room. Sirius realised that Remus was actually quite handsome and wanted to see if he was open to a bit of flirting. 

“Can I see it?” He asked and was only mildly surprised when Remus pulled the entire thing off and handed it over. 

Sirius held the silky accessory in his hands, letting it slide through his fingers. Inspiration hit him and very slowly he raised the tie so it was dangling above his head. 

“Oh, look, mistletoe.” He murmured seductively. Remus blushed red but didn’t step away.

“You know what you have to do when there’s mistletoe?” He carried on, wiggling the tie above him. 

Sod it Remus thought. He’s fit as, might as well have some fun. Remus leaned in and kissed Sirius roughly, putting a hand behind his neck and pulling him closer. He felt Sirius melt into his touch. 

Remus pulled away and whispered against Sirius’s jaw. 

“You can keep the tie love.” His voice had gone deep and gravely with lust. He pressed one more chaste kiss against Sirius’s lips and wandered away to stand on the other side of the room. 

It was only when Remus raised a familiar glass that Sirius realised that he’d stolen his drink. He barked out his best laugh, this one was going to be trouble and he already loved it.      

[ambyandony]

Fusion (JJBA) - “Lisha Adkuna”

Limbo Adkins + Trish Una

presenting the fusion of my oc limbo with Trish for absolutely no reason I just was thinking about her so fuckinn much . specifically a monster au variant for reasons i dont really know.

"Lisha" Adkuna (either Lih-sha or Lee-sha add-kew-nah), fusion of Limbo Adkins and Trish Una, User of fusion Stand 「IT GIRL」.

A 「My Space」*-classic median fusion, meaning that most of her basic traits fall between what they are for Trish and Limbo; thus, she's 16 years old, about 5'3.5" or 161.29 cm tall, and - as is common for fusions where components share the same pronouns, she/her in this case - is identifiable by she/her rather than they/them.

She has a soft, light, somewhat high-pitched voice, fairly reminiscent of Rosemary Fairweather (which incidentally was another possibility for the Stand name), a la 'Washing Machine', which is incidentally also her musical style, considering Limbo is a musician and post-PHF Trish is a pop star. makes the best collab ever with myself

Fusions with Limbo tend to automatically take her cloud tattoo and present it differently in a way that relates to the fusion in some way. Lisha's tat is... particularly drastic in difference and... interesting, to say the least.

Side note. That's a bracelet. Her hand is fine.

(* see bottom of post)

The fusion between Trish's 「Spice Girl」 and Limbo's 「Cloud Nine」 is

「IT GIRL」.

「IT GIRL」’s ability, ‘signal fog’, also known as a ‘dead zone’, effectively makes signals ‘soft’.

It works in an AOE. When it is active, within the ‘fog’s reach, signals will become distorted automatically. Technology will become static or fuzzy, it becomes exceptionally hard to see, and even vocal speech is hard to decipher.

However, anyone who is outside of the fog’s range is unaffected by it. In fact, they can’t actually see the fog and can see anything within it fine. As soon as they enter the fog, it’s tangible; visibility is severely lowered, similar to a very thick natural fog, though it has the look of digital or visual snow.

Stands are disrupted (though not disabled) by default; as Limbo would explain it, the connection between a Stand and its User is, itself, a signal.

I made a sketch sheet too but it's ambiguously-anachronistic aka i can't tell you at what point in the timeline this would be occurring since

1. fugo is clearly post phf,

2. narancia and limbo have not gotten together with mista yet,

3. narancia.

so basically just dont worry about it

text is kinda small though so here's close-ups

Fugo: Ciao, Tr.. Trish? Limbo?

Lisha: Both. Lisha.

Fugo: ... What do you mean, 'both'

Lisha: Long story. Elephants and conjoined twins. You wouldn't get it

Fugo: ... And can it, uh... be fixed?

Lisha: Working on it.

Fugo: Okay, well, the next full moon-

Lisha: Is soon, yeah.

(Lisha, labelled in a side note as "half-girlfriend (Limbo is his girlfriend)

Lisha, Limbo voice, with delight: Ciao, Narancia!

Narancia, labelled "faceblind": ..... who the fuck are you

(Lisha is further labelled, "looks sounds and smells too much like both Trish and Limbo for him to tell it's either of them")

Internal Trish voice: Limbo why are you about to burst into tears

Lisha, Trish voice: No, because I was trying to tell him about me -

Lisha-Trish, continued: I mean I was trying to -

Lisha-Trish, continued, angrily: FUCKDAMMIT! It was Trish!

Lisha-Trish, continued, exasperated: It's weird to talk about myselves in the third person!

( a side note to her right points to her purple keyhole sweater and reads "Her only other "default" outfit option. Neither one of her know why she gets a sweater that looks like this, though... )

(Internally)

Trish: AREN'T YOU LITERALLY DATING NARANCIA!?

Limbo: I know!!!

Trish: AND YOU THINK ABOUT MISTA LIKE THAT?!

Limbo: I KNOW!!!

Trish: He is literally gross girl what is wrong with you

Limbo: He's nice to me!

Trish: ...

Trish: GET BETTER STANDARDS??? OH MY GOD

(Externally)

Lisha, Trish voice: (points threateningly at Mista) Don't talk to me.

Internal Limbo voice: DON'T SAY IT LIKE THAT!!!

Mista: (Didn't say anything) (Was watching her zone out for like two minutes just glaring at him (thinks one of them is mad at him))

(Internally)

Trish: It's for your own good.

Limbo: What if he's mad at me!!

Trish: Wh-mad at you!?? How the fuck do you live like this?!?

Limbo: I'm so fucking far away from nirvana you genuinely would not fucking believe

Lisha: Well, see, the Full Moon is coming up soon and... I don't know if that's gonna be an issue for me... I'm on a bit of a time crunch trying to... uh... un-me myselves.

* 「My Space」 is a Stand belonging to a pair of conjoined twins (Eve and Belynda, or "Evelynn"). It takes a form resembling a conjoined pair of elephants, and its ability is simply to fuse two individuals into a single entity, both fusing their physical form and their Stands. Due to the way it does this, fusions function as a collective or co-consciousness, akin to a sort of very complicated Dissociative Identity Disorder; both components are generally actively conscious at all times, though they are able to speak either collectively or individually.

Considering this shared consciousness, fusions created by 「My Space」 are practically unable to refer to their fusion as a collective, as both sides view the body as themself. Thus, fusions usually say ‘i’ or ‘me’ instead of ‘we’ or ‘us’. This is also confusing when the sides try to refer to each other, as they will usually still refer to the other as ‘me’, since both are always actively conscious, even if only one is actively speaking. However, ‘myselves’ is a very common malaprop for fusions.

Evelynn refuse to undo the fusions unless their victim tracks them down and is able to convince them, usually by amusing or impressing them with some kind of talent or skill. They consider their Stand's ability a performance and insist it's only fair that they're entertained in return (really most of the separating process is just trying to track the twins down).

[hoosbandewan]

Crumbs Asks:

You have to smell the breath of every Ewanverse character - stick your nose right in their gob and take a ten second huff. Rank from worst to best smelling and describe what they smell like.

This is so unhinged and I had so much fun thinking about this, omg. But this was so hard and I'm not sure if I completely nailed it!

Okay, here goes:

Billy Washington - He's barely taking care of himself and probably brushes once a week when he's at his lowest, if that. Layered on top of bad breath is the smell of Stella Artois or whatever other beer he's drinking. Do not get in his car with him when the windows are all rolled up because his breath will burn your nose hairs off.

Jack - He's a teenager with no one to really remind him about taking care of oral hygiene, so it wouldn't surprise me if he doesn't brush regularly. No particular smell. Just bad breath.

Will - Sorry Will girlies, but this boy isn't brushing his teeth regularly so he gets pretty rank. Gets tea breath SO BADLY. Plus, his breath probably smells like yesterday's fish and chips.

Genyen - This man would probably have okay breath when he's living at the monastery because Jinba makes him brush his teeth after he hotboxes the monks with his awful breath one time. But when he's off on his own, all bets are off. Stale, nasty breath with a hint of whatever he's eaten for his most recent meal.

Michael - We all know this man's breath smells like Crunchie bars. I'm on the fence about whether he brushes regularly or if he's smelly nerd boy. Probably doesn't make brushing a priority, though, since there are more important things to do. Or he just forgets since his brain is focused on other things. Crunchies are his mints, lol.

Osferth - I can see Osferth adopting actual medieval dentistry methods like cleaning his teeth with a cloth and using whatever herbs he has on hand to make his breath smell better. Has the ability to keep his mouth somewhat clean and I can see him taking the time to do so. Cleanliness is next to godliness, after all! But since he's on the go with the rest of the boys, his breath might not be the best all the time. Probably has meaty burps.

Abraham - Beer or ale breath, probably with bonus cigarette smell. But you still can't tell me that this young man doesn't take care of his oral hygiene, based on how primped he is. He has to smell nice for flirting with his ~lady. Might have a mint every now and then, but don't count on it.

Aemond - Similar to Osferth, actually. Aemond keeps himself very clean and that extends to his oral hygiene. He's using similar medieval oral hygiene methods as our baby monk, with things like mint, cinnamon, or rosemary to give his breath a nice smell. He's a prince and he smells good. Might have wine breath every now and then, but who's complaining?

Tom Bennett - Tom lives in a time period where he has access to a toothbrush and toothpaste. He probably brushes regularly (I'm being biased because he's hoosband, hehe), although he smokes like a chimney and drinks a fair amount of beer. But I'm stealing the headcanon that he's a spearmint guy so he has fresh breath a lot of the time.

Ettore - The only time you'll find this man near the top of any list, lol. He lives on a prison ship with Dibs, who definitely makes sure that all of the inmates are clean and their teeth are well brushed. And there's not much that he can eat or drink that would give him bad breath. He probably smells kind of minty or just... clean.

Billy Taylor - This boy's breath is SO FRESH. He never goes a day without brushing twice (his mom wouldn't let him + he works at a fancy hotel and has to smell nice) so his breath is pretty good! Probably eats mints to keep his breath fresh during the day, especially if one of the managers notices that it's going stale.

[mxrtified777]

same anon from last time. please tell me all you know about fragrances, it's really nice to read your thoughts about it and ive always wanted to know more, but didn't know where to start

Hell yes, class is officially in session. Welcome to Fragrance 101, hosted by yours truly, Mr. Christopher. I hope you remembered to bring a pen and a piece of paper.

To start, there are MANY ways of organizing scents, but the main 7 types that you'll usually see are Fruity, Floral, Woodsy, Gourmand, Citrus, Fresh, and Spicy. (Resins and Balsams are also important, but only a few are commonly used in popular perfumery.) These are the most basic categories used for sorting individual notes, for example: Caramel is a Gourmand note, Cinnamon is a Warm Spicy note, and Iris is a White Floral note.

There are roughly 14 types of broader 'scent categories,' consisting of Floral Oriental (iris, vanilla, rose), Soft Oriental (incense, amber, musk), Oriental (cinnamon, cloves, amber, resin), Woody Oriental (amber, sandalwood), Woody (cedar, sandalwood, patchouli, mahogany), Dry Woods (leather, tobacco, cedar), Aromatic (lavender, sage, rosemary), Citrus (lemon, bergamot, grapefruit), Aquatic (salt, sand, driftwood), Green (tea leaves, herbs), Fruity (berries, peach, lychee, its a long list), Floral (peony, lilac, ylang ylang), and Soft Floral (jasmine, tuberose, iris). Note the order of these categories! They all bleed into each other a little; something important to note when assessing the harmony of a fragrance.

Furthermore, fragrances are commonly sorted into seasons as well, useful when picking out a signature fragrance when the weather changes. Personally, i find it easiest to have the broad categories sorted into seasons when i'm picking out a fragrance for a person or a character, but these are entirely sorted by me: Green, Floral* and Soft Floral* are Spring notes; Citrus, Aquatic and Fruity* are Summer notes; Floral Oriental*, Woody Oriental and Woody are Autumn notes; Soft Oriental, Oriental, Mossy Woods, Dry Woods, and Aromatic are Winter notes. I tend to pick out seasons for people based on their preferred (or inferred) aesthetics and preferences, not the season they were born in, though of course you could do it that way.

*Fruity notes are used in nearly everything, but i personally associate that sweet tang with summer. Floral notes are also commonly used in fragrances regardless of their season.

There are multiple concentrations when it comes to fragrance, ranging from Eau Fraiche to Parfum. Each level of intensity is marked by a certain percentage of fragrance concentration; Eau Fraiche has 1-3% (lasts ~2 hours), Eau de Cologne has 2-4% (lasts ~3-4 hours), Eau de Toilette has 5-15% (lasts ~5 hours), Eau de Parfum has 15-20% (lasts ~6-8 hours), and Parfum, being the highest level of concentration, has 20-40% (lasts ~10-14 hours). The longevity of perfume also depends on your skin and how hydrated it is; perfume is alcohol based and will stick much better onto hydrated, lotioned skin.

Speaking of perfume depending on your skin, your skin chemistry can actually effect the way a fragrance smells on you. Some perfumes are marked as "not a safe blind buy," meaning that it tends to vary frequently on the wearers. My favorite example of this is Secretions Magnifiques, a REVOLTING fragrance that im obsessed with. (i wouldn't recommend looking at it if you have a sensitive stomach.)

Getting into brands is a whole other thing, so if you're interested in that, i would recommend visiting your local Macy's or Ulta and inquiring someone there about it. The culture behind individual fragrances is quite an interesting thing, at least to me it is.

I believe that just about covers the basics! Fragrantica is a wonderful (though somewhat limited) website to peruse through if you're interested in this kind of stuff :)

[kamibanani]

I need to know everything about Nathiri immediately. Tell me about the moment she realised she LIKE-liked Astarion?

I love you so much for asking!! I do have a fic that I will post when the time comes (I'm writing through things chronologically), but to answer I have to give a little background.

They're like oil and water at first. Nathiri (Nattie to her friends) is, on the surface, entirely too good. A cinnamon roll so sweet looking at her gets you cavities.

But the thing about her is that... well, she's a bard. And a damn good one at that. You don't get to be a bard without being willing to get your hands dirty, being more than a little freaky, and without being very good at observing others.

Nattie clocked Astarion for what he was with about 80% certainty when he held a knife to her throat. She invites him to join them out of pragmatism, not kindness, though he takes it as such. She finds him to be a bastard — being annoyed because she was nice to some tiefling kids? Really? — but his mannerisms are charming and Nattie's made her share of bastard bard friends, so what's a rogue to add to the bunch?

Plus he's hot.

Act one stuff happens and it boils down to the tiefling party. She knows for sure what he is by this point, and knows his intent is to play her. She's eager to rid herself of her V-card, but wanted someone experienced that she was physically into, with no risk of feelings.

From that point, their relationship is one of mostly playful banter, though they still bicker about Nattie "helping everyone in Faerûn wipe their arse".

The Moment she realises she actually LIKE likes him is under the cut for spoilers.

It's when Astarion is trying to look in the mirror and says he's never seen his face since he turned. She offers to tell him what she sees, and as she's describing his face to him she realises that she's in love with him.

It's a sort of... quiet realisation. There's no one observation of his appearance that really goes HEY YOURE IN LOVE, it's just... a bunch of little double takes. When did she start thinking of his eyes as being beautiful and haunting? When did she notice the way his hair curled around his ears or the lines on his face when he smiled — and that he would absolutely be mortified if she mentioned them? When did she start noticing that little eyebrow arch he did when he thought he was being witty?

Moreover, when did she start offering her neck to him at night because she looked forward to a moment alone with him, as opposed to the pragmatic view of making him stronger? When did the smell of bergamot, whisky, and rosemary start making her heart flutter? When did the songs she composed in her head turn from battle hymns to songs specifically designed to grant him strength? When did someone that annoyed her become her actual friend? And when did that turn into more?

Then he tells her to tell him he's beautiful.

And she does, resigning herself to just keeping it under her hat and somehow working through it (maybe over a bottle or six of wine with Shadowheart) because godsdamn it she was an idiot.

[david-powers-simp]

What I think the lost boys smell like.

Hi peeps, Im just getting more and more chaotic with the headcancons I write but oh well. I hope you guys like this dumpster fire.

So to start off i do not think the boys smell as bad as the frog bothers made it seem, the frog bros are just a tad dramatic. Of course the boys are technically the "undead" but I don't think they smell like a sack of rotting flesh, how on earth would they ever manage to go out to the boardwalk if they smelt that bad? They wouldn't be able to, that being said they definitely don't smell like a rose bush, but they don't smell dead either so let's get into what they do actually smell like.

Paul

This man has a lot of different scents going on here. First and foremost its important to know paul almost always has snacks in his pockets, like he has oreos, chips, honeybuns, fortune cookies. The whole 9 yards, Paul keeps a good stash of snacks on him at all times. That being said he probably has a bit of a sweet undertone smell, not over powering or strong but very subtle. I think he smells like hair spray as well, like getting his hair that fluffy he 100% uses hair spray. There also was the one scene in tlb that paul was smoking, what im assuming is just a regular cigarette but it could might be w33d so there is that smell also, because you just never know with paul. I do think he would smell of cologne too. Maybe a little motorcycle feums as well.

Marko

Marko my sweet lil gremlin, he has this pine, woodsy smell to him. I don't make the rules I just inforce them and this man smells like a pine forest. But here me out marko has a slight smell of pennies to him too, he smells like this mainly because he has like a ton of change on him at all times honestly. Like my mans has his pockets full of change because you never know when you might need it. Oh but hold your horses there's more. Marko has a guilty pleasure of drinking energy drinks every though he may be a vampire and the energy drink does absolutely nothing he just likes the taste of it. His favorite is jolt cola, which is essentially a Coca-Cola energy drink. We also all know marko is a lil clumsy boi because he's energetic ( which i am too so no judging from me) so in turn he spills his drink a lot, getting it on him. That means he acquires the smell of carmel, and a hint of vanilla. Now this is very specific but it just sits right with me, Marko wears the cologne cool water by davidoff,the top notes are mint, sea water and rosemary. To me that just screams marko.

Dwayne

This man lord have mercy ok, dwayne predominantly smells like lavender and here is why. Dwayne likes to pick the lavender thats right outside the cave, i like to think he'd have this natural good earthy smell to him and he seems like he'd smell so calming.  dwyane also likes to put the lavender in a little vase since he finds them pretty and they smell really good too. He sometimes carrys some lavender in his pockets. Dwayne just loves plants and flowers because he like the idea of life and living things, so naturally he likes to carry them with him. ~ and sometimes he gives the lavender flowers out to girls he finds pretty~ . He also very much enjoys himself a cup of tea, he has a tea stash he keeps in an old cigar box tucked away in his room. his favorites are earl grey, gunpowder and chai he can appreciate the different flavors of each tea. Dwayne really likes to add cinnamon to his tea to add a little flavor and spice. I truly feel in my bones he would smell like cedar too like just a nice comforting and calming scent would engulf you when ever you were near him.

David

Oh the loml, there is a lot too unpack here. Ofc davie boy smokes so your gonna smell that on him, im thinking specifically marlboro reds just because that was a very popular cigarette back in the 80s and I 100% believe david would steal cigarettes off surf nazis. Just the facts, david would also smell like mint. This maybe because whenever david isn't smoking he is chewing gum or maybe its because david has a cologne that has a mint undertone. Hes never gonna let you know which is the reason. Another scent you'll smell on him is leather this man wears at least one piece of leather at all times. Whether its his leather pants or his jacket, he has something leather on.naturally that scent rubs off on him. Oh and whiskey or bourbon david smells like whiskey or bourbon.I think the best way to describe the way david smells is at first he has a bold almost chilling smell but then there's a slightly warmer dare I say comforting scent. With oaky, smoky notes. Oh and he'd smell like hair gel we all know a fine mullet like David's doesn't look that good on its own oh no a good amount of hair gel goes into that bad boy.

Well I hope you enjoyed that peeps i will be back soon to whip out another lil fic for you guys so stay tooned

[ghosts-of-love]

I would love a director’s commentary on the Quick and the Dead (wow seasonal) and a 🌟 for Lost then Found

hello!! thank youuuu <3 <3

i'm not sure i can do a director's commentary on the entirety of tqatd so will just go for the first chapter! i'm gonna read it now and write down my thoughts as i go along:

I remember being really unsure about how much detail to put in the ao3 summary about Cap being a vampire or whether to keep it vague. I think I found a nice middle ground – some people know from the get-go and some people start chapter two and are like “omg that’s what this is” and I enjoy that!

always proud of using the word trepidatious in the first line :)

oh I’ve tried to explain this before but I do really like the alternating perspectives in this fic – it’s the first one I’ve written where the different perspectives are included in the same story and I like choosing which bits to overlap and which bits characters would want to skirt past. I also just enjoy the different ways that Pat and Cap speak and think!

Obsessed with how immediately unwelcoming Cap is, it’s hilarious.

The smells of rosemary and lavender lingering after all this time 🥺🥺 Heather my beloved

“The facade is 16th century.” He explains tiredly, “And Henry VIII actually dined here once.” → one thing about me is that I LOVE including actual lines from the show! i will always find a way to shoehorn my favourite bits (because then you know exactly how they would be said, although in this instance i've given Cap some of Alison's lines haha)

Pat could probably live five lifetimes before finishing every book in this bloody house. Hehehoho minor foreshadowing.

“I don't want…” The Captain pauses at Pat’s bedroom door with a resigned slump to his shoulders, “I don’t want to toot our own horn but some say this is the finest house in the county.” He says quickly.  AND AGAIN with the lines from the show!!

the Captain opens the boot, but not before he flinches slightly at the little ‘bib bib’ noise that it makes. Choosing which modern technology will scare or confuse the Captain is great fun :D

I just wanted Cap to be as endearing as possible and also largely terrible at pretending to be a normal human, on account of he spent the last 70 odd years in the company of a witch and some ghosts. (this is in response to him pretending that the box of books is heavy)

love the phrase “bitter gusto” – such a Pat-in-his-feelings-trying-to-unpack-his-car-and-see-the-bright-side kind of vibe

him cutting his hand on the grater was what prompted me to think about and then write the other hand scene in the later chapters. (more on that later in response to a different ask)

but the whole garden has obviously long since been forgotten. OUCH I forgor about this

He leans against the counter, looking more relaxed than Pat has seen him all day. Love the fact that Cap saw some blood and immediately had to yeet himself away to feed and then became more normal and friendly after that lol

the whole bit where they’re trying to fix the water pressure and the captain is SOOOO obviously asking the plague ghosts and Pat just thinks he’s scared, it gets me every time. I can see it so clearly in my mind. The ‘gah!’ noise is like the same thing he does in the show in response to Jemima I think? Or at least it meant to have the same vibe.

He’s sure the Captain smiles back at him, but he can’t have noticed him because he just…keeps walking until they both knock into each other roughly. This also makes me laugh a lot!! another symptom of the captain only having lived with ghosts for a long time.

The TV already being on when Pat wants to eat his noodles is because Kitty is the one watching West Side Story (love how Pat says it’s not his favourite musical) – she also goes and tells the Captain that Pat has fallen asleep and that ‘he might get lost trying to get back to his room in the dark, Captain!!’

“Sleep well.” He tells him.//The Captain smiles at him like they’re sharing a private joke. He’s so silly and endearing I love him!!

🌟 for lost then found - I actually reread most of it yesterday because I saw a photo of Larry wearing glasses while reading from the ghosts book and I vaguely thought to myself “hey his glasses are similar to the Captain’s. And then I paused and reminded myself that the Captain doesn’t wear glasses and got confused because I was sure I’d had this conversation with myself before and was imagining both Humphrey and the Captain wearing similar glasses and I finally realised it’s because I fucking wrote it in Lost then Found that they have the same glasses!! extremely silly behaviour of me but a part of the fic that I do like because it sits nicely in the ‘Cap is slowly opening up and getting to know people’ bit I think, in that he’s choosing to wear the glasses in front of people, and helping Humphrey out with school stuff.

Fanfic Writers: Director's Cut

[voidwritesstuff]

Savior of lost hope AU.

->chapter 5. End.

Cw: mentions of stabbing, needles,violence and guns.

Summary: after hearing the warning of his shadow form, Lucas realizes he has little time to save his best friend and those he loves.

--Hey Rose! Im getting groceries-- Said Jerico, grabbing her Wallet.

--Kay! Be carefull kid-- said rosemary, checking to see if the solution she was working on was actually being processed by the machine.-- the serum should be done when you come back

She doesnt see jeri enter the room where the rest were,unconcious-- are you sure that Will work?

-- 99.99% sure!-- she replied.

The 00.01% that it didnt work wasnt much per se but it didnt calm jeri. When Rose turns to take a break, she sees Jerico wearing Lucas' lucky flannel. Its deep green and it smells like him.-- look I know this looks weird- I miss him okay? Its been like three days now

Rosemary smiles and shakes her head-- I dont care, im sure he would want you to have it. You look good

--Thanks-- she says meekly, shoving her hands on the pocket of the flannel, that hung Open, showing off a yellow tube top-- im gonna go now

--Go, then-- Rose leaned back and closed her eyes.

--Will do! Bye rose!-- she walks out of the cabin,leaving the scientist alone.

The chill in the air bites at her skin, leaves fall on the ground Gently with the breeze. She underestimated just how cold it was. She holds on to the flannel and sighs.

"How long Will they take to get back?" She thinks,her feet dragging across the beaten path towards the actual town. "I hope hes okay"

Once at the supermaket, she goes through the list Rose gave her. She puts the things in the shopping Cart, humming along to a l

Mindless tune. Distracted and in her own little world, its nice.

As she continues her little sidequest, her hands dig into the pocket to pull out the list again, and she notices that theres another piece of paper on one of the pockets.

Its crumpled, and it looks like a scrap piece of paper but she unfolds it just in case. Theres a short letter written there, and she recognizes the handwriting, its Lucas'.

Jerico hesitates for a moment,should she read it?was this intruding?

Curiosity picked at the back of her mind. So,with a sigh she goes somewhere quiet in the supermaket before Reading it.

"The doc always said its good to Keep a Journal of sorts,write down whats bothering you to help you Express it or 'get it out'.

Well, this is my attempt.

I met a girl the other day, she was- just so pretty, she was also very funny and sweet.

She had these big green eyes (my favorite color) and such a bright smile.

It slipped past me to ask her for a number or an email, damn my brain.

I,of course, was so awkward. Like Jesus fucking christ,Lucas cole. When was the last time I spoke to a woman?

Thank GOD she found it endearing, I dont know what I wouldve done if she looked at me weird.

But I dont think shes into me, I mean I have my looks yes but c'mon, would she really go out with me?

Christ, that sounds so cheesy. What am I, a highschooler?

Fuck this note. Im throwing it away".

Jeri giggled,her cheeks dusted pink. She folds the note carefully and puts it back in the pocket. -- dont worry Lucas, im so into you-- she murmurs before resuming what she was doing.

After dropping off the groceries, she goes by the lighthouse to check in on zoe, Allens adoptive sister. She knocks on the door as the Sky starts to cloud, the greyish light makes the world seem a little dull.

--Oh, jer. Hi-- Said Zoe,opening the door of Allen's house.

--Hey Z, how are you?

--Im uh...okay-- she replied-- just a lil paranoid.

-- did something happen?

Zoe looks around, a little afraid-- I think im seeing men in suits around- like the ones Allen saw. I think they are looking for him.

--Oh crap-- she murmurs-- wanna come over to the cabin im babysitting?

--Allen told me about the cabin yeah. He actually knows the owner I think. Lucas is it?

Jeri smiles-- yeup. Lucas

Zoe nodds-- ill - ill go get some stuff

She waits for a few minutes until her friend is done. The shore Ebbs and flows, seagulls fly past the lighthouse and out of view in the greying Sky, the wind picks up a little.

Jerico cant help but get her eyes lost on the sea, coming and going from the shore, its peacefull. Honestly,things have been a little boring, shes been doing university assigments while she waits with rosemary, on some days she sits by Lucas and just draws him, maybe its a little creepy but she meant well.

--There,all set-- Says zoe, gripping her fluffy dark blue jacket.

--Is that Allens?--Jeri asked as both walked-- I mean you have pretty similar styles but I think it looks like it fits Allen more

The other woman shrugs--We share it. But It smells like him-- both walk back to the cabin in quiet, comfortable chatter.

Meanwhile, rosemary finishes with the solution. She puts the four vials on a stand, away from the sun, she sips from her coffee and looks at the radio equipment. -- How Much of this shit do you have, cole?-- she asks to herself.

Then she hears steps, but she pays them no mind-- hey kid! Did you bring zoe along?

Crash! Comes down the wooden door, before rosemary can do anything theres at least four guys with guns come over. She barely has any time to throw one of the spare hand held radios out a nearby Window,she hoping to god it doesnt break.

--Doctor Rosemary James-- Say one of the men, tall and muscly, Brown hair and eyes hid behind thick framed sunglasses.

--Seargeant Mark White. -- she growls out, rsching for the main radio, and trying her best turn it off by flipping the on/off button without being noticed. Thankfully, she isnt noticed.

-- Thought we Killed you

--Yeah well, I got better-- she raises her hands.

--It was that hippie wasnt it? He saved your ass and helped Max escape from where we had him

--Guilty-- she replied with a smirk-- youre going to kill me now?

Mark chuckled-- im going to do something worse, im going to wait until your little troop wakes up and take 'em to a lab. You mightve found a way to explore people's subconcious.

--Using my research without credit? Typical of you mayer cunts-- she bit back.

--If it aint broke...-- Mark snarked-- now stay very still -- he takes her cup of coffee and drinks it-- hm,not bad

Rosemary wished that coffee had cyanide in it. She sits back with her hands up and growls a sigh, now they were in big fucking trouble.

--You know...-- she grinned-- for working on a pharmaceutical company you sure dont like needless

The seargeant tenses-- Rosemary...-- he warns.

--What is it? The pain or the sight of the needle in your arm?-- she leaned with malice.

--Stop that right now!-- he yelled,body stiff and hands Clammy.

--fucking idiot-- she whispers-- ill kill you with a needle one of these days.

Jerico and zoe come across some suspicious looking vehicles. -- Military vehicles -- jeri says.

--Howd you know?

-- Well..I always loved military stuff. After my date with Lucas I took an even bigger interest in it. But what the hell are they doing here? -- she asks-- I think its better if we go behind the cabin. I dont trust it

--A-Alright--zoe replied,following her friend alone as both sneak around the cabin, squatting down past any and all Windows.

They come across the radio on the floor, jeri sighs and slowly picks it up, walking back to the forest and out of sight with Z.

-- Do you see anything?-- jerico asked at Zoe, who had binoculars, originally she was supposed to use them for bird watching, not looking for goverment agents.

--Uh..yeah-- zoe replied,not too enthusiastically-- I see four guys, one of them is talking to a woman with glasses

--Rosemary -- the other woman whispered-- oh god of course,thats why the radio was where it was...

Jer turns on the radio, fiddling with the turning until she finds the frequency they were using to communicate with the Group in desmonds head.

--Radioman! Radioman do you read?!-- Came the voice from Lucas' radio, he sighs in relief.

--Ten-four Sunflower. Whats your stat?!-- he asked.

--Safe, outside the cabin. Four men are in though, they have rosemary

"Oh shit oh crap oh shit" he thinks-- Sunflower is this frequency compromised?

--Negative. Z tells me the main radio equipment is Turned off.

--Oh thank god-- Lucas exclaimed,before becoming extremely serious-- jerico, you need to hear me. Stay out of the cabin and out of sight. Do not engage.

--But Rose-- she protested.

--Rose- Angel has this covered im sure, you two need to stay safe,Mayer does not fuck around with things like this. We barely survived retriving Max from where he was locked up. Do not engage, you heard me?--She hesistates, she doesnt reply-- Sierra-Foxtrot, you hear me?

She sighs-- ten-four. Over and out

The line cuts and Lucas has to trie his best not to blow his lid off. --Goddamn motherfuckers! They have rosemary! Those mayer cunts! -- he kicks the round table at the centre of the room.

--Woah easy!-- says Allen, holding back Lucas-- we gotta concentrate on this okay? We get desmond out of here and we can help the others

The ex soldier breathes in deep, trying to calm himself before he breaks something. -- yer right, lets get this damn thing over with

The four of them walk back to the Office, bracing for the worst. That ink demon Agent Rainbow wont like this at all, too bad.

Once at the Office, Lucas steps infront of the Group and calls out-- Desmond! Where are ya buddy?

Wings flap heavily, desmond comes from behind one of the bookshelves-- oh Lucas,hello everyone. Did you make yourselves at home?-- he lands on the floor silently, he clasps his arms behind his back.

--Something like that-- the ex soldier replied-- we uh...found something, virge?

Virginia nodds and approaches desmond,showing Him the magenta key. They see a long magenta chain come from his right wrist up to the ceiling where it gets lost in the mild darkness.

--I think we can set you free with this! -- she squealed.

They see their therapist hesistate, but Tonia nuzzles his hand where the chain comes from and purrs.

--Will it hurt?-- is all he asks while approaching her.

--Ill try for it not to-- she replied as he offered his hand. The shackle starts at his wrist, it looks heavy-- alright...here it goes-- she slides the key into the keyhole and turns.

The shackle opens with a soft click and falls to the ground,shattering like glass-- I dont feel any dif-- desmond says before the eyes in his mask go wide, he stumbles and barely catches himself.

"Virginia Ruhl, 25. My patient...but- she died didnt she?" Memories come flowing to him,his sessions with her, her diagnosis.

--You were supposed to be dead-- he starts, grabbing her hands-- but how- why?

Virginia smiles-- I got rushed into the hospital and survived by the skin of my teeth. Im better now,see?-- she lowers her turtleneck where a big scar spanned across her neck.-- did it hurt?

Desmond shakes his head and takes a Seat on his desk, his wings fold and rest on the surface of the desk.-- Do you want to Keep going?-- asked Allen, key in hand.

--Alright-- says the other Man, seeing the Next shackle on the same arm the previous was on. But this New one, a deep blue, grips his bicep.

Allen Is carefull through the whole process, humming softly to try and calm his friend. The shackle falls and melts like wax under the sun.

Desmond braces himself for the memories that come flooding like a feral tide. "Allen shore- 33. He was comatose-- burnt"

--The Fire-- he says-- are you okay?

Allen shrugs with a smile-- Im fine doc, just some scars. I made a full recovery-- he shakes off his jacket and shows his scarred arm.-- kinda knargly but kinda cool.

The therapist chuckles-- Hmm, I agree.

Max feels unconfortable as it was his turn, he walks awkwardly towards the Man and takes his wrist-- uh hi doc

-- Hello Max-- he sounds very warm and happy to see him.

The shackle is an angry red, warm to the touch. Hes not very gentle but efficent, he unlocks the shackle that burns off and hits the desk but it doesnt hurt anybody.

Once again,the memories come "Max nygaard. 40s. He dissapeared- didnt he?"

--You didnt come to our last appointment-- desmond recalls.

Max sighs,scratching the back of his neck-- mayer locked me up, the hippie- Lucas broke me out with rosemary

--No scar to show for it?-- des Joked which defuses the tension a little.

--sadly, no-- he admits with a chuckle.

Then,comes Lucas who looks very on edge and anxious, desmond looks at him-- dont worry doc -- he lies-- just anxious thats all

The other Man doesnt Belive him but makes no complaints as the last shackle,a forest green, is unlocked. Its gone in a flash of light.

"Lucas Cole, 55. Ex soldier"

--What has you so nervous, Lucas?--Asked desmond.

--We gotta get you out of here, Rosemary is in danger and--He looks away.

--You can tell me anything,lucas-- Des reminded him Gently.

The ex soldier sighs audibly-- Jerico might be in danger... please try and make an effort doc. I couldndt forgive myself if anything happened to her...or Rose

Desmond looks confused-- did I miss something?

Lucas goes beet red --I took her out on a date- I have a crush on her

--Thats wonderfull. Lucas-- says the other Man.-- ill try my best for you two

--Well..I think its time for your key,doc--Says Allen-- where can it be?

They hear a crash as tonia knocks down the record player and a white key comes falling from it. The cat carries it to her owner and drops it on his lap.

--Can you do it?-- Asks Lucas.

--I-I think so

Desmond grips the key tight, around his neck is a Pristine white shackle, and with shaky hands he unlocks it. The shackle seems to break by bits, each peice falling like a feather Being shed by a bird,when the "feathers" lake contact with anything they burn and turn black,to then become dust that blows away without any breeze.

And so,the memories flod in, he remembers who he is,how he got here,the struggles and battles he had, the grief of what happened to tonia, how his wife had left him.

For a moment it overwhelms him, tears fall down his masked face. The eyes on the mask turn grey.

Virginia goes to hug desmond, but notices theres a clasp on the mask. She Gently unclasps it and sets it on the desk.

His face is just as they all remember, but stained with rainbow colored oil. Virginia hugs him as his tears wash away the stains which seem to fade out of existence.

Allen comes Next and hugs him tight, cooing and trying to calm him down. He also watches as tonia takes the white key from her owner,she opens a cabinet on the desk and she pulls it back with her snout.

--Here,doc-- said Lucas, as he grabs his iconic round glasses and hands it over.

The embrace gets broken as with a shaky sigh, desmond graba them and puts it on.

--Looking good!-- Complimented Virginia with a smile,patting her back.

Lucas nodds in agreement-- not to be insensible,doc. But do you remember how you got here? Is there anyway to get out?

--Well...-- Des starts,trying to regain his composture-- I was battling with my shadow, then-- I thought I won but my Real body was so weak I had enough strength to Keep me alive, not even fully awake. I guess at some point he-- he got a hold on me and I was so weak I couldnt fight back

Its obvious its a struggle for him to talk, his voice breaks, he stumbles over his words and his body shakes. Virginia tries to sooth him by stroking his back and encouraging him to talk.

--As to how to get out...--A gravelly voice comes from behind desmond. The great library behind the desk goes pitch black, two red eyes appear in the darkness-- theres no way out...I doubt Desmond has any strength to battle me...too bad.

Allen grips his fists and for the first time everyone sees just how angry he could get. He grabs the mask and chucks it at one of the eyes-- You GODDAMN asshole! Leave that Man alone! Hes the greatest Man ive met! Hes kind and good hearted! You have nothing on him!

The mask hits one of the eyes and the voice growls a painfull screech. Then out of the darkness two goopy hands Grab the side of a materializing face of agent rainbow. The hands hold him back as he tries to attack Allen.

--What the hell-- said agent rainbow-- How did you- youre his shadow ,dimwit! You shouldnt help him!  kill him!

Allen sees for a sliver of a moment as his shadow form simply smiles at his counterpart. Virginia seems to catch on and she steps in-- Yeah! Allen is right! Desmond has always tried his best to help us all! He didnt fail! Hes tried to help everyone! Its about time somebody helps him.

Another set of hands come from the other side of the face, purple and glimmering like broken glass, lines span across the clawy fingers and arms. Forcing Open one of Agent Rainbow's eyes.

Then,comes Max,who steps infront of his two companions and his therapist-- If theres something I know from the doc here is that he was able to help even with the toughest of cases! You May think of yourself all high n mighty! But youre not! Youre just another goverment Spook!

Fiery hands Open the other eye, they hear the rumbling of an engine. Max feels very proud of himself.

And then,theres Lucas.

With rage in his eyes, losing his calm and collected cover, he stands by Max with anger in his eyes, grief is in his heart as he remembers all the things hes lost, his best friend, himself. And then comes the happiness, New Friends, a New home and someone to love.

--desmond Will never be alone,hes one of us-- he makes a pause-- I  think its time you see what shadow you cast!-- he yells.

His own shadow grows and grows to be at eye level with Agent Rainbow. And from the centre of the head theres a Giant light that burns right into the red eyes, desmond's shadow form screams in agony,shattering the Windows.

In a flash of bright white light their enemy is gone, now Turned into feathers that are blown away with the wind.

Desmond hisses as his own wings burn off, he was back to normal.

And where Agent Rainbow was, the bookshelves turn into a Giant door with warm sunlight coming from it.

Tonia purrs as she returns to a normal sized cat. She jumps on desmonds lap and he pets her--Ill miss you,old friend.

But noticing how nervous Lucas was, he sets the cat down and they all walk to the door, led by tonia,of course.

--They do say cats were protectors-- Virginia Recalled with a smile. The cat seems to agree as it nodds and purrs.

They let desmond go into the door first, and then,they follow suit.

Meanwhile....

Jerico gasps as Mark slaps rosemary across the face, she hears him yell something about what the serum was for.

--Shit! The serum!.-- she gasps,trying to turn on the radio-- Radioman! This is sunflower. Whats your situation.--Theres a brief silence, and then garbled words--Lucas! I cant hear you!

--Savior acquired. I repeat Delta Whiskey acquired-- require- eVac--

--oh shit oh shit--She murmurs.-- we gotta wake em up

Zoe looks at the binoculars-- one of the guys is coming this way...

Jeri looks up and sees it-- he has no helmet...if I can hit him with a rock we can take him out.-- her eyes look around for any big rock. It takes her a few seconds to find one-- alright then... please please PLEASE I hope Lucas aim rubbed off on me.

She takes a deep shaky breath and chucks it at the suit before zoe can say anything. The rock flies like a missile and hits the soldier square in the forehead. He falls with a quiet thud that was probably drowned by marks screaming at rosemary.

--jesus!--zoe exclaims-- a heads up???

--Sorry...-- she says meekly-- lets see what he has-- she offers-- we cant leave rosemary there

--But Lucas said-- she starts.

--I know. Hes not gonna like it-- her eyes turn to see rosemary grabbing the serum and being forced to wake up the others. Mark screams something about how rosemary Turned off the main radio-- shit- I think they heard Lucas' evac request-- she turns to her friend-- you can stay but im going

Zoe looks at her friend and shakes her head, mustering all the courage she had-- Allens in there! If Allen went to save those in SS thanatos then I can help him!

--Atta girl--jerico says, And both sneak to the unconcious soldier. She grabs his combat Knife, its heavy and sharp.

--What about the gun?-- zoe asked.

-- you know how to Fire em?

--No clue,you?

She shakes his head-- throw it away, just in case he wakes up.

Z looks at the purple bruise in the guys forehead-- right between the eyes, I dont think hes waking up for a while-- still, she carefully grabs the gun and throws it away

Both sneak near the cabin, anotjer of the guys comes out,probably to check on his buddy. Once hes lut of the cabin, he looks around.

As quiet as she can be, jeri slashes across the back of his knee,making Him fall. Zoe muffled him with her big jacket And holds it until hes passed out.-- sorry!--both mumble.

Then, into the cabin they go. They go down the Hall to where Rose's lab was, the livingroom.

--Looks like the commander dude is outside?--jeri whispers in zoes ear.

--Maybe he doesnt like needles?

--Hurry up rosemary!--Mark yelled, looking at the radio.

--if the needle breaks they die!--Rosemary shouted.

Jerico takes a deep breath, slowly sneaking behind Mark, shes about to stab his back when the Man hears a thud from the room rosemary and the rest of the guys where.

Rosemary first injected the serum to Lucas,who "happened" to be the one closes to her. Then once she had given the serum to almost all of them, she says.

--Hey, can you illuminate here? Youre blocking the light-- she asked

The soldier noticed he was blocking the light, so he pulls out his flashlight and once Rose is done,she stabs the guy with the empty needle,right in the neck. The guy holds his neck and falls back.

The thud makes mark turn and see jerico. He grabs her with ease,disarms her and pulls her to the room with rosemary, she raises her hands with fear in her eyes. Hes about to strike when--

--if ya touch one hair on 'er purdy hair-- Lucas yells, gun in hand. Mark notices its the service weapon of the soldier that rosemary took out. He steps infront of Jerico, hes still a little woozy but his aim was impecable.

Mark steps back as the other Man stares at him with solid,unfiltered rage. -- well played-- he grumbles.

Lucas noticed zoe standing there,frozen-- Kiddo, cuff this fucker

Zoe steps to Mark and grabs his cuffs, doing her best as Rose steps in and unarms the seargeant. Only once Rose knocks Mark out does the ex soldier Lower the gun.

--Did it work?-- Rose asked before hearing desmond grumble and Allen and Max helping Him stand up-- ill go check on him-- she makes eye contact with her radioman friend. She looks serious as if she was urging him to do something.

Lucas only nodds as rosemary runs past him to help desmond. He leaves the gun on a table nearby and before jerico can say anything, he grabs her by the neck of his- her flannel and kisses her with all the strength his body allowed.

She kisses back,tugging at his tanktop and smiling. His arms go around her waist and hers around his neck.

--i told you nothing would hurt you while I was around. Awake or otherwise

Jeri smiles and presses her forehead against his, closing her eyes-- that you did. Welcome back-- he hugs her tight, stroking the shaven back of her neck.

--'m here honey. 'M here-- he whispers as she melts against him. His breath is shaky-- desmonds here too

They turn to the room and see their Friends smiling, then they cheer and Holler at them.

--Thats it hippie!--Max yelled,smugly.

--Thats It!the ship has reached shore!--Allen yelled clapping.

--Love wins! Long live the happy couple-- Virginia hollers.

Rosemary meets the ex soldiers eyes and chuckles-- guess youre right, cole. You never miss a shot

Jerico hid her face on Lucas' chest while he chuckles-- leave the young thing alone, lets make sure the docs alright

For the Next few hours they dispose of the soldiers (meaning they tie them up and throw them on the back of their vehicles for the police to find). Mark would wake up with one note on his chest"try anything and youll see what a war veteran can do. I never miss a shot".

Rosemary and Allen tend to Desmond,Max has left to see maddie and Virginia is talking with zoe,calming her down and telling her what happened.

Lucas takes jerico to the makeshift balcony on his roof. He holds her to his chest in silence, she hugs him like her life depends on it-- stay the night tonight -- he says.

--sounds good-- she agrees.

--I didnt forget about our date-- he reminds her with a smile-- im gonna getcha all the plushies ya want -- he pulls back a little and strokes her cheek.

--I look forward to it-- she admitted. Then she goes quiet and after a bit she adds-- you know theyll come for us,especially since they know Rose made an antidote

Lucas squeezed her-- I know. But were a team now, and we'll take mayer down. No harm Will come to you as Long as im around

She nodds and both enjoy the falling leaves and the breeze. Finally calm settles within them all, and that night they sit and have dinner under the stars.

Zoe and maddie make bracelets with Allen, desmond plays the guitar as Lucas accompanies him with his drums. Max simply looks at his daughter with joy and pride.

Rose has jerico laying her head on her lap-- you did great today -- the scientist said.

--Thanks. I hated it

Both laugh and rosemary adds-- you make Lucas happy, and he makes you happy. You both Will go a long way

-- I hope so. Im afraid of mayer though

Rosemary shrugs-- I think their pride is wounded. I dont think theyll make a move so fast. 'Sides we'll worry about it later -- he sees Lucas waves at her and she adds-- Lucas wants you on the vocals

Jerico nodds and stands up, walking towards Lucas and desmond, grabbing the mic the ex soldier had set up. The music starts and the others look at the source of it.

And so, she starts singing-- Don't look to me, I ain't right

And I don't know enough, but how much do I want to know?

It's perfectly clear, I'm where I should be, yeah

Off the wall and back to reality, dare I say

Oh, my thoughts are burning

And I like how warm the fire can be

Oh, oh is my body turning?

And my legs seem to move without me

Oh, here comes the savior

Who can break these thoughts away from me?

Oh, no more bad behavior

Screw my head on right for a moderate fee