#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

[wordsinhaled]

ok, actually coffeeshop AU has consumed me because just imagine

morpheus pining for hob, in his kitchen at midnight in his black t-shirt and skinny jeans and bare feet, blasting "the lovecats" and "just like heaven" and making fancy truffles... his sister letting herself into morpheus' flat in the middle of the day and it smells like coffee and kahlua; she comes into the kitchen to see morpheus assembling a tiramisu, humming "i melt with you"...

("who's got you singing, then?"

"no one, my sister.")

morpheus takes his next wedding cake contract without complaint, when normally they make him maudlin because he hasn't been in love for so long, and that's when people really know something is up with him

hob pining for his nameless customer, making his own homemade flavored simple syrups, roping any friend who comes over to his place into trying a new coffee drink, all, "what does it feel like to you, when you drink this?"

("what do you mean, man?" "in your heart. what does it make you feel?" "caffeinated."

"ugh—no—i mean, yes, obviously, but... do you feel cared about?"

"...i suppose? you could just give him your number, you know." "god, are you serious? he'd toss it in the bin straight away. he barely even looks at me." "and you think your extra-special flat white or your rosemary latte or whatever is going to change that?" "i can hope! and it was lavender. though he might think a rosemary one is nice, thanks for the idea—")

just... the two of them both losing it over each other and yet completely convinced that's not the case

@levionok @valeriianz

[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(˘⌣˘ ) ♡

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

11 and 14 with David 🫶🙂 I love ur writing it’s amazing

11. "Star said you were out of town."

14. "Do you want me to kiss it better?"

I hope you'll like this!💜

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I sighed deeply as I locked my door behind me. The past couple of days had been exhausting. Making calls, day in, and day out. Running errands. Making sure everyone was exactly where they were supposed to be - which none of them were even if they were told multiple times where to go. Sure, organising the event had been fun, but damn - I'd be kidding if I said I felt alive at this very moment.

I dropped my bags on the welcoming mat, kicking my shoes off, dropping my coat on the floor. Tomorrow, I'd probably regret doing that and force myself to tidy it all up, but now I couldn't care less.

I walked into my kitchen, searching the cabinets for a wineglass. I knew I had them somewhere, but - this I also knew - I probably hadn't cleaned them up since last time I used them. It had been last Sunday when David had come by to wish me luck on my gig. I'd dropped the wineglasses in the sink the following morning, which is where they were right now. I really didn't want to clean them, so I decided to just pick a normal glass - it would still fulfil its purpose.

I grinned as I saw that the bottle was still half full, and with both glass and wine bottle in hand, I walked up the stairs to my bedroom. I'd decided on my trip back that tonight I'd do some well-deserved selfcare, have a good night's sleep afterwards, and sleep the day away.

The bathtub filled itself with hot water, the air quickly taking on the smell of my rosemary soap. I poured some wine in the glass before looking at it. It'd be easier to just drink straight from the bottle... putting the glass aside, I stepped into the bath, taking a long sip from the bottle.

The water was hot against my skin, soothing the soreness I'd gotten over the past few days. I closed my eyes, washed my body and hair, and only thought about getting out of the tub when the water turned cold. Once out, I decided that I had enough time and energy to also shave my legs - it's not that I thought it was a necessity to look nice, it's just that the softness of the blankets was much better appreciated with freshly saved legs. I put my bathrobe on, gathering everything I needed.

I sat on the edge of the bathtub, one leg on the outside used to keep myself steady, the other stretched so I could reach everything. I began to shave, working quickly - only to pause when I heard a strange noise.

A sound as if glass was slowly being broken, wood being pulled apart - I frowned. I listened. But when it stopped, I continued to shave. The first leg was done, and I moved to get access to the second. I was way less steady this time, still sitting on the edge of the tub, but now really needing to balance myself - the bathtub was still slippery and I didn't feel like actually turning around so I could feel a bit more balanced. I began to shave, and once again stopped when I heard a noise.

"Hello?"

No answer. I waited. Still nothing. I continued to shave, being almost done when suddenly -

"Hello kitten."

I jumped, slipping - my limbs went everywhere, and before I fully realised I was halfway upside down in the bathtub, my leg bleeding from a small cut made.

"Jesus fucking shit! You can't just barge in on people like that!"

David chuckled, taking my hand as he helped me up. "Sorry love. Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I think so."

He looked at me, kissing me softly, before I noticed his eyes taking on a slight hint of orange. "You're bleeding."

"You- have you fed?"

"I wouldn't endanger you." He grinned at me. "But you do smell divine."

"Awesome," I mumbled, looking at the cut. "It hurts, though."

"Do you want me to kiss it better?"

I bit my lip as I looked at him. "You just want to taste me."

"I think I've already done that many a time."

"Pervert."

He chuckled. Before I knew it, his mouth was on my leg, leaving soft wet kisses on the skin around the cut. I could have sworn I heard him moan when he actually licked up my blood.

"I- I eh think I'm okay now," I said softly, not trusting my voice.

"Come," he pulled me towards him, leading me to my bed. "How was your trip?"

I blinked - before telling him. How one of the bands had been running so late they'd missed their performance time, how angry they got when I told them that we could not switch around anymore, that they couldn't play. How two staged had happened to get the same name, and how every single artist got confused. How shitty the food was. But also about how wonderful it had been to see my vision come to live. How most of the artists had the time of their lives. Yeah, it had been great.

When I was done telling, I lay on his chest, smiling as he brushed his fingers through my hair. He'd taken the glass of wine I'd set aside taking a sip every now and then.

"Why did you step by? I mean, I wasn't supposed to be back until tomorrow."

"I saw your lights were on."

"Ah, you were stalking me again," I said with a grin, causing him to chuckle.

"No. I was just checking up. Star said you were out of town. Still that is."

"You worry about me?" I asked with a soft smile.

"You know what I think of you."

"Remind me." I grinned, trying to hide a yawn behind my hands.

"You're a bloody gift from heaven itself."

I chuckled. "You only say that because I'm your mate."

"It must be true then, hm?"

I smiled, sighing softly. "Will you stay with me?"

"I'll stay till dawn." He kissed me gently, wrapping a blanket around me. "Sleep tight, kitten."

[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😭)

[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.

[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

[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 :)

[magicalyaku]

Thanks for joining me on this ride through 2022! When I started my reading spree in autumn 2021 I did not expect to find so much joy (and sometimes frustation) to motivate me to write hundreds of words about books every month. I read and write what I want and because I want to, but it's nice to know that sometimes there’s actually someone interested in what I have to say. So thank you for even the small interactions. :)

I had to edit this overview like five times because whenever I thought I was done I found another book I missed. So if I counted correctly I have read a total of 93 books (written and audio, not including manga, comics and non-fiction). That is ... a damn lot! Like 6 years combined compared to before. I also reread two of those books and while editing my novel I read it two whole times. That counts, right? (That’s why there’s 94 covers up there. Because i snuck it inbetween. Because I can. uAu) Only 14 of all these books I would categorise as non-queer. Funnily enough, 6 of those I didn’t like very much. Of the remaining 75 queer books I only found 1 book really bad and I’m picky about 2 more. Huh.

On to the award ceremony! (But don’t expect laudations. I wouldn’t shut up.)

Least favourite phrase:

... it smelled like boy.

(from: The Song that moves the Sun, Darius the Great (probably the 2nd) and the third time I already blocked from my mind (Here the Whole Time???)) That sentence came up fucking three times! Seriously. WHY?! I hate it. 8D

Favourite phrase:

But we have more important things to do than hook up.

(from: The Darkness Outside Us) I laughed so hard at this sentence. Finally someone who gets it! All stupid YA heroines should listen to this.

Favourite protagonists:

Jack Shannon (Aces Wild) and Neil Josten (All for the Game)!

Favourite covers:

Least favourite books:

A Far Wilder Magic (Allison Saft) and If You Change Your Mind (Robbie Weber)

Favourite books (no order):

The Darkness Outside Us (Eliot Schrefer)

Aces Wild: A Heist (Amanda DeWitt)

The City Beautiful (Aden Polydoros)

Every Bird a Prince (Jenn Reese)

All for the Game series: (Nora Sacavic)

I Wish You All the Best (Mason Deaver)

I Hope You Get this Message (Farah Naz Rishi)

More books I greatly enjoyed:

Both can be true (Jules Machias)

A Taste of Gold and Iron (Alexandra Rowland)

The Language of Seabirds (Will Taylor)

A Complicated Love Story Set in Space (Shaun David Hutchinson)

At the Edge of the Universe (Shaun David Hutchinson)

Milo and Marcos at the End of the World (Kevin Christopher Snipes)

Little Black Bird (Anna Kirchner)

The Girl Who Fell Beneath the Sea (Axie Oh)

In Deeper Waters (F.T. Lukens)

So this is Ever After (F.T. Lukens)

All that’s Left in the World (Erik J. Brown)

.... aaaand many many more! uAu

Bonus!

At the half year point I actually counted how often the protagonists names were being used throughout those different books. I felt to lazy do to it in detail for the second half, but I can still present you my preliminery count of most used names for the protagonist, love interest and possibly best friend. These came up at least 3 times!

Will/William

Matt

Nate/Nathan

Andrew/Drew

Daniel

Lame, right? 8D My favourite name choice award goes to Rosemary and Rowan from Mirrored in Evergreen by B. Pigeon!

That’s it! Phew! Thanks the universe for books! :D

[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

[karlastarion]

Companions from least to most stinky. Altho I left out Jaheira and Minsc bc I didn't play the other games so i'm not informed enough. Why am I doing this? Because it's 1:30 in the afternoon and I've been awake since 9pm yesterday let's go

Wyll is least stinky. Duke Ravengard didn't raise a stinky boy. Wyll puts effort into bathing because it makes him feel Normal and always has. He's judging his friends for being smelly but he's not mean about it.

Astarion does smell faintly of dead things, but canonically he covers it up with rosemary, bergamot, and brandy well enough that people don't casually notice. He's also prissy about being clean in general and will actively un-grime before everyone else when they make camp.

Next is Gale. You'd think Gale would be least stinky, but no, and I'll tell you why. Gale has the air of a man who hyperfixates and will forget to eat, sleep, and shit if someone doesn't check on him. When he's at home, Tara negs him until he takes a break, and once the fixation is broken he's actually kind of a live laugh love self care bitch. He uses bath bombs.

In her soul, Shadowheart is a six-step-skincare-routine girly who just lacks the time and the means to make it a material reality. Functionally, she's, like... fine. She's fine. Not notably stinky OR nice-smelling, except her hair. She takes very good care of her hair and won't let it get gross.

Minthara has a noble's penchant for hot baths and nice soaps, but a soldier's tolerance for everything short of swamp-ass and athlete's foot. When she smells good, she smells amazing, but heavy armor and its associated padding are hot and gross and you just need to make your peace with that if you want her to keep getting between you and monsters, you feel me?

Karlach smells but it's not really her fault. For her it's not her hygiene, she just smells like sulfur and burnt stuff because she can't help it.

Halsin smells like a dude who lives in the woods and is sometimes an animal. It's the hottest thing in the world if you're into it and probably pretty nasty if you're not. This man is just going to spend a lot of his time smelling like dirt and animal shit and man smell. He's got a musk, ykwim?

Lae'zel fucking reeks. She's just a naturally sweaty person. It's weirdly sexy? idk, man, maybe there's something to it