#salveze

[drawingvvitch]

Out of my way gay boy i’m gonna commit some war crimes😭😍💪😋😮🥵🥶🤪😜🫃 (day 4+5)

[ethereal-jule]

He know’s you’re lookin’

[kitty-highball]

Thinking about vampire Au’s with Ferrien and Julian today. No reason just brainworms

[azure-seadragon]

Thinking about perfumes and colognes bc i like nice smelling things, so have some head canons of what my muses wear/would wear, and if they liked to wear them or not!

main muses above the cut, smaller muses beneath to save space <3 -----------------------------------------

~Solana~

Solana likes perfumes, especially fruity or more masculine ones- Though she hardly ever buys, or wears, any of them. They're too pricey in her book, and why would she waste so much gil on nice smelling shit that just gonna wear off when she gets sweaty spending the entire day in the sun? Though to her credit, she doesn't really need perfume. More often then not she seems to have an almost cinnamon-y, spiced rum mixed with sea salt scent to her. It's warm and inviting, and suits her rather well.. though it's not everyone's cup of tea, much like Solana herself.

~Julian~

Julian has about as many perfumes and colognes as he does fancy scented soaps and lotions. that is to say, he has a large collection of varying scents and qualities. As opposed to Solana, you'd be hard pressed to find a time he isn't wearing any- even when he's in his house alone, lounging in bed clothes. That said, he certainly saves his nicer ones for dates (if and when he has any) and important meetings. His preferred scents are light, clean floral scents- nothing too heavy or strong. He finds they suit his overall aesthetic, likes the smell, and likes that its unobtrusive, so as not to be distracting.

~Ferrien~

He buys exactly one type of cologne. Just the one. It started out that way as it was the only one he'd let himself buy- a treat to himself for his hard work- But now he simply prefers it, and it's become his signature scent. Much like Julian, he almost always has it on. It's a more masculine scent- very earthy, woody, spicy and warm. It lingers on his clothes, and any partners or friends who might borrow a shirt or jacket from him can probably smell it quite strongly.

~Ilmari~

She has a couple perfumes, all of very floral and earthy, natural scents- nothing over the top, or that might make her stand out too much or give away her position to any creatures when she's out exploring the Steppe. If anything, it's a bit of an old floral scent- like an older person might wear, or the scent of a funeral home. It's not exactly a comforting smell to most, but she likes it.

~Narin~

Doesn't understand the point of cologne/perfume, doesn't own any, hardly even understands what they are to be honest with you. But much like his cousin, he has a more pleasant natural scent- to some, anyway. He smells of clean sweat and the earth, like grass and dirt. Probably because he spends most of his life outside.

~N'Zael~

Has a few standard colognes, the cheaper kind, and they all smell.. about the same. Deep, heady, strong scents- not like, teenage boy wearing body spray strong- just. noticeable, like cologne a generic dad might wear. When he's not wearing it, he smells like sweat and hot sand though so- honestly, choose which one you'd prefer. Dad cologne or sweaty sand.

~Eriis~

Not a fan of most perfumes, but in fact more of a body spray person. Give her one of those standard fruit-scented sprays that kind of just make you smell generically sweet, and she'll be happy. Cherry is her favorite, or something that smells vaguely like a wine.

~Finch~

Only wears colognes on dates, and they're always clean and musky. Clean sweat and soap and musk, something generic yet that draws attention regardless... it lingers, and honestly its debatable if its actually cologne or if maybe he just smells like that. He'll never tell.

[ethereal-jule]

There's relief in his eyes, despite the anxiety that twists in his gut. He'd meant every word he'd said, and to be allowed a bit more time at his lovers side- it was all he could ask for, all he would ask for. That did not remove the inherit fear, however- this would not be easy, and he'd never been the strongest man when it came to fighting or anything of that sort... But he would do all he could to assure they'd be together for as long as possible- to the end of everything, if it came to it. Julian nods resolutely. it would not take him long to get ready- pack whatever he felt he needed and go.. he'd not be missed overmuch, he knew that for certain.. Though he was not absolutely without friend or acquaintance, none of them he particularly held close enough to say goodbye to... if anything, perhaps he'd leave a note on his counter for when a colleague eventually came to check on him. He presses a kiss to his lovers forehead, soft and loving, then another to the tip of his nose- and finally a third on his lips, one that lingers and he finds himself hesitant to pull away from.. but once he does, he rests their foreheads together- taking a slow, deep breath that shakes on the exhale. "..thank you, my love." The Viera whispers, squeezing his eyes shut for a brief moment and causing a tear to roll down his cheek unbidden. He basks in this one, perhaps last, moment of relative calm ere he opens his eyes once more- his gaze firm, determined. "I should be ready in a few bells, if not less.. if there's anything of ours you wish to bring as well- take it. i believe we still have an extra traveling bag in the closet, should you need it."

He'd lived a life of fighting, always for someone else's ideals and never for himself and the one time he wanted to fight, to do so in the name of keeping his lover alive, it was futile. If there was one battle he wanted to win, of all those he had fought in, it was the one he'd just conceded.

What else could he have done though? If he fought and convinced Jules to live, what torturous life would he be condemning the Viera too? What kind of a life would he have that he'd willingly chose death alongside him, rather than continue for the many many years he yet had ahead of him?

Despite his entire sense of self-worth being entangled with his weaponisation, he was exhausted. He didn't want to fight with Julian, he didn't want to fight anyone else but if Julian came with him, would he fight then? Would he fight for a few more days, a few more bells of time with Julian?

Would he further cement his villainy in the eyes of the common people by defending himself when they came for him, if it meant even a little more time with his lover?

The stroking of his hair did have something of the desired effect, calming the Miqo'te enough that the tears slowed, though his breathing remained ragged. He'd been quiet for a long time by then too, listening to his lover's voice and hoping for an alternative that wouldn't come. But it gave him time.

It was hard to meet the gaze of the man who was condemning himself to a short life of being hunted but when Julian tilted his chin and wiped the tracks of tears, he met Julian's gaze and though his own eyes were yet wet, there was a firmness to them.

His mind had been made up.

There would be no more warm, relaxing evenings on the couch. No more gifts of lingerie or sweet treats. No luxuries and no comfort but what they could offer each other. It was not the kind of life he'd wish on anyone, but it would be theirs for a time.

"If you have anyone you want to say goodbye to, you should do it now. We take only what you can carry and we have to leave before sunrise."

[pffmimi]

Doamna din tablou se uită la mine

dar ce sa i spun eu?

Avea ochii plânși, pictați vicleni

ca să ne facă să o credem rea, așa i a cerut pictorului, puțin albastru, verzi ca de buruieni.

Ea nu era așa, doamnă mea avea mâinile blânde

avea obrazul fin

buzele ruj roșu divin.

Doamna mea mă imita perfect chiar de ne vedeam doar în razele lunii

era dulce și îmi venea să o salvez ca un erou

însă ochii ei imi spuneau de ce a vrut să fie închisă în tablou.

Nu clipeam nici eu, parcă nu mai era nevoie de așa ceva pe pământ

nu mai era aer, nevoie sau gând

erau doar bătăile inimii pe care mi le ascultam plângând.

~pf~

[arhitectul]

ard în mine dorințe, stări, trăiri

și toate-s despre tine

iar fumul ăsta

ce-mi iese din suflet

caută să-ți lovească spiritul.

într-o dimineață va fi ceață

și-n necunoscut o să te prind de mână

și n-o să-ți mai dau drumul.

de mâine lupt să te salvez.

@arhitectul

[ethereal-jule]

There was, at least, mild relief in Florian being awake and not having simply passed out suddenly- though it ultimately does very little to subdue his anxiety. "Florian, this is clearly much more then a simple bout of dizziness-" Julian scolds, concern clear in his tone as he holds his love close and carefully setting a hand on the back of his head. He'd been a healer long enough to see how quickly even a minor illness could turn severe, and he was not willing to risk losing the most important person in his life to simple negligence and stubbornness.

"I'll not have you passing out in the snow somewhere- You need to rest, and take something for this fever. This is not something i'm willing to debate with you, as a healer this is mandatory for your health even if you absolutely must get back to work when the fever subsides." He sighs, resting his cheek against Florian's head for a moment in the brief silence after his outburst, ere adding; "Now tell me honestly, do you feel as if you can walk inside yourself or should i get help bringing you in?"

He'd been feeling naught short of abysmal for days, now- and though Florian knew he was likely coming down with something he resigned and put it down to simply being tired; aches and pains, headaches and aught of that sort. Whether it be because of the illness beneath his skin or because his body could no longer retain his weight and remain upright, but it seemed that he could rather literally do no more.

For some few moments, Florian wasn't even aware that he had entirely collapsed into his love and then down unto his knees, not until the chilling cold to his neck came as a relief; the immensity of his fever uncomfortably obvious, now. Heavens above- what had caused it? He didn't know- mayhap just something he had caught - because he did well to keep cuts and scrapes as clean as possible and well dressed...

"I'm... I'm alright." He attempts to reassure, the very first thing into his mind regarding his love as opposed to his own situation. "I just... went dizzy is all, I'm alright." Despite being quite otherwise, he simply wanted to reassure.

[sunlessea]

"nu te teme, iubirea mea! am venit să te salvez de dragi." such a ... spirited welcome, from the tongue of one whom has not crossed paths in a good few decades, since it was last forced to set foot on shores so painstakingly close to london proper. mr zees waves the metaphorical white flag as it steps up to spices and all but hoists it to stand with arms looped 'neath its arms even 'gainst the pushback of all its cloaks and layers. like it's lifting a petulant orphan! the garou master more or less forces it to its feet, steadying it only so long as to make sure it is in its right mind, able to stand at all. it always has been the strongest, of their little coalition. "you look positively dreadful, mr spices! did they drag you through a bog when they captured yo-ah, no, never mind, you've always looked like that, haven't you? tsk tsk."

its neddies are spread out all around them now, a flurry of irons and bullet clashing among the chaos in the background. captured by pirates! what a funny story. well, that serves spices right, it supposes. masters should vet those they pay to transport them more closely. this port would be a wreck, by time its crew was done.

"i've come to retrieve you by order of mr veils. isn't that delightful, ducky? come along now, limp your way to my ship so we can strip you down for injuries. it would be terribly embarrassing if you died here."

@londonfallen / mr spices

[drawingvvitch]

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[ethereal-jule]

@primalvessel asked: 🌑

Send 🌑 to crawl into bed with my muse

Julian chuckles as Maru burrows under the sheets next to him, rolling onto his side and draping an arm over his lovers waist- holding him close and leaning in to pepper his face with soft, affectionate kisses. "..It's so nice having you here, my love." He murmurs, nuzzling their noses together softly- eyes drifting closed, purely content and peaceful, relishing in the little moments of quiet whenever they were granted them. "I know we both lead busy lives, and that yours will ever lead you all across the globe- but i do miss you so when you're gone." His hand moves, reaching up to brush gently through Maru's hair- pausing to scratch the base of his ear. In what would likely feel like no time at all, they'd be parted again- the days they had together were always lovely, and never long enough, so they had to make the most of them. "I was thinking tomorrow morning, whenever we finally manage to pull ourselves out of bed," He chuckles, giving Maru a knowing look- "i'll make us both a nice home cooked breakfast with warm drinks, we can take our time and relax around the house for a bit longer, then perhaps take a short walk around the crozier while it's not too cold yet.."

[ethereal-jule]

His face falls further as Xadai looks away, shaking his head and resigning himself to not getting an answer for the time being. It shouldn't bother him so much.. Julian wasn't entitled to know every single detail of his lovers day to day life, and largely didn't want to either- yet he couldn't help being upset in moments like this.

Xadai's sigh causes his hears to perk up, his gaze raising back up from his injury to meet Xadais with a curiously raised brow- genuinely a bit surprised to hear him start to explain himself- only for both brows to shoot up at his story. "you- are you serious?" Julian asks incredulously, a tinge of affectionate amusement in his tone- his amusement only growing at how grumpy his lover was becoming. "A kitten?" A moment of silence passes before a tiny, snort of a laugh escapes Julian- and he leans in to rest his forehead against the others shoulder. "You delightful, stupid, stubborn man- that's the most adorable thing you've ever said."

@ethereal-jule​

“Tsk. Just a scratch, he says.” Julian huffs under his breathe, obviously more then a little frustrated. Everyone who knew him knew how seriously Jules took his work- especially when it involved someone he legitimately cared about on a personal level.

Despite his irritation, his touch is gentle and practiced- hands smoothing over rough skin, slowly healing what he could with his magic without causing extreme discomfort. .. though truthfully, he doubted Xadai would complain much about the discomforts that came along with expediting his healing magic. After all, if a gash in his arm was ‘just a scratch’ then the cold, stinging, burning sensation of flesh quickly and indelicately knitting back together would probably be 'just a pinch’ to him. Stubborn bastard.

One fuzzy ear twitches- lightly smacking into the other mans face totally unintentionally. “You’re damned right i am, but that doesn’t mean i don’t have a reason to be upset with you. let alone worried about your safety.” He looks up- his cold eyes full of worry despite trying his best to hide it 'neath his anger, magic making pale blue iris’ brighter as his attention shifts back to his hands as they shift over Xadai’s injury carefully.

“i wish you’d look after yourself better, Xadai. or at the damned least actually tell me what your doing to get yourself this hurt so often.” It felt like he didn’t care… like he didn’t trust him- and the very idea made Julians pride take a hit as well.

The eye contact was held for but a second, one single heartbeat where Xadai could see the genuine worry held in the Viera’s eyes. He felt his heart drop a little bit, and Xadai had to turn away out of guilt and.. something else.

He instead took to watching Julian work for a moment. Watching his flesh mend together under the other man’s healing magic. He always adored how focused Julian tended to be while working. It.. felt nice sometimes, to have someone worry about him.

…A sigh pushed out of Xadai’s nose after a few moments, and he feigned annoyance as he rolled his eyes.

“..Fine, if you must know. A young coeurl kitten got loose, and I neglected to think that its mother was nearby. Before you ask: Yes, they both were driven off just fine. The little one had some spunk in ‘em, though…”

It wouldn’t do to have a large angry coeurl mother rampaging close to the city. He’d drawn her away with the kitten and let them both go free as intended. Xadai grumped, pouting as he allowed a heartbeat of silence pass before he huffed and turned away.

“Don’t laugh.”

[iubesc-tacerea-ta]

Te salvez de mine fiindcă te iubesc

Și abia aștept să nu te mai iubesc.

#therapy

[azure-seadragon]

which rage language are you?

Solana

open the floodgates

your frustration turns into tears quickly. the strength of your fury is so potent that it sets off the waterworks out of pure rage. you hate it, because whoever's pissed you off thinks it's funny, like you're not tough and you can't defend yourself. you can, you just need to get through the haze of emotions first.

-------------------------- Julian, @ethereal-jule

the full read

whoever pisses you off is in for a rant that exposes every single one of their deepest insecurities and issues. your rage gives you the clarity to hunt for weak spots in a person's mind. your brain works fast, firing off insults at a rapid-fire pace that terrifies everyone within a ten mile radius. this is usually followed by buckets of guilt.

-------------------------- Ferrien, @kitty-highball

the regina george

someone hurts you or pisses you off, and you don't do anything. at first. but you hold that feeling of rage in your chest for weeks after the fact, acting nice but silently hating their guts, pretending like all is forgiven until you can ruin their life and hurt them the way they hurt you. it's calculated. but when you've executed your revenge, will you be satisfied?

Tagged by: @primalvessel Tagging: Anyone interested~ <3

[ineluluisaturn]

El a fost frig, iar ea o simplă copilă căreia îi plăcea toamna si culorile ei. I-a intrat în suflet când se aștepta mai puțin. Admira anotimpul, sentimentul și pe el. El privea distant la biata fată, știind că nu o sa o iubească vreodată. Dar o ținea lângă el, și ei îi plăcea. Treptat toamna a trecut, iarna a început, iar fetei începuse să i se răcească sufletul. El și-a alimentat sufletul de caldura oferita de fata, fără ezitare incerca oricând să îl salveze. Iar el... O lăsase în frig.