#sea moss soap

[mollycorwe1]

Our Gold Sea Moss Soap with Orange is a moisture-rich handmade vegan soap, made with wild-crafted Golden Sea Moss.

[alkalineeclecticherbs]

Bladderwrack, a seaweed commonly found along the coastlines, offers a plethora of benefits when incorporated into our daily diet. This remarkable marine plant serves as an excellent source of essential nutrients, providing numerous advantages for overall well-being.

Bladderwrack is also part of our daily mineral supplement, CELL SUPPORT.

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Main Masterlist || Navigation || All works are F!Reader || All images sourced from Pinterest ||

SONGS THAT SOUND LIKE SEA-FOAM || Mini-Series || Completed

PAIRING: Fisherman!John Price x F!Mermaid!Reader

SYNOPSIS: In which a lone mermaid finds good company with a handsome fisherman who trespasses in her cove. But the word isn't what it used to be...hunting ships patrol the waters.

CHAPTERS: Part I, Part II, Part III

FANART: “You’re somethin’ beautiful, y’know that?” & "Mermaid Interpretation" by @thedevillovesflowers

2. RUN AWAY TO ME || Mini-Series || Completed

PAIRING: Blacksmith!Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x F!Runaway Bride!Reader

SYNOPSIS: The night started with wine and ended with blood. Racing through the woods after having escaped your wedding, you find a lone homestead in the middle of a rainstorm. Alone, wounded, and bordering on unconsciousness, you have no option but to knock.

CHAPTERS: Part I, Part II, Part III

3. BLOOD-STAINED WOOL SPUN AT MIDNIGHT || 18 + Mini-Series || Completed

PAIRING: Werewolf!Ghost x F!Tailor!Reader (Set in Van Helsing Era/Aesthetic)

SYNOPSIS: When you left the town in the year of our Lord, 1897, to buy more wool from the local farmer, the cobblestone streets had come up to meet the hooves of your neighbor's horse.

Along this trip of false hope, the open fields at your sides had led to the backdrop of a brimstone forest; an old shadow seems to loom there. A black thing. A devil with eyes like a burial mound. You were told to fear the Ghost of the Forest, but never had you known you'd be caught in his blackened claws.

CHAPTERS: Part I, Part II, Part III

4. BLACK METAL AND BOURBON || 18+ Mini-Series || Completed

PAIRING: Biker/Mechanic!Ghost x F!Bartender!Reader

SYNOPSIS: You've been in this small town for your entire existence, giving up dreams and aspirations to carry on life as a simple bartender despite your hatred of two things: the smell of cigarette smoke and the disrespect from regulars, namely, your ex and his buddies. But on a still-air Sunday, almost overnight, a mechanics shop pops up right across the street - giving sight to new faces and a fresh group of men with a love of motorcycles. One, in particular, seems to only like Bourbon.

CHAPTERS: Part I, Part II, Part III

5. TO HUNT A SILVER STAG || Mini-Series || Completed

PAIRING: Knight!Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x Fae!Princess!Reader

SYNOPSIS: Promised to a greedy king to try and preserve the magic of the land, a princess instead finds herself drawn to a chivalrous knight and his gentle words. But everyone knows magic has a mind of its own.

CHAPTERS: Part I, Part II, Part III

6. HOW TO ADAPT TO FIRE || Mini-Series || Completed

PAIRING: Fireman!John 'Soap' MacTavish x F!Journalist!Reader

SYNOPSIS: There is an arsonist in your city, and you're going to catch him. As one of the most prolific investigative journalists in the city, you make a lot of enemies the second your papers are released to the public. Your informant - and perhaps something more - in the local fire department makes a point to tell you to be careful.

But everyone knows he's right beside you when the fires start sparking.

CHAPTERS: Part I, Part II, Part III

7. MOSS, BONE, AND A FALLING STAR || Mini-Series || Not Started

PAIRING: Witch Hunter!Price x F!Witch!Reader

SYNOPSIS: Humans have not been kind to you, but they usually are to things that they don't understand. You're offered a deal when a rugged-looking Witch Hunter shows up at your secluded hut. Make him see you for what you truly are in three stories or less. You oblige and give him the limit - a story of moss, of bone, and of a falling star.

CHAPTERS: Part I, Part II, Part III

8. VIVAMUS, MORIENDUM EST || Undetermined || Not Started

PAIRING: Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x F!Reader (Reincarnation AU)

SYNOPSIS: In every lifetime you made a promise to one another: even if you must die, you will find a way to live together for all of eternity, be that five or a hundred years from now. You'd not broken your promise yet.

CHAPTERS: Undetermined

[blissfullyecho]

A Very Niche Level-Up + Looksmaxxing Idea List for 2025

This list is for the girls that get it. It’s niche and not for everyone, but I’m throwing up at the fact that every “how to level up in 2025” post talks about journaling sad pages 24/7, drinking 8 cups of water a day, and walking 10k steps. How original.

Again, this is a very niche set of ideas. If you can’t relate then you can’t relate. But if you enjoy a good plastic surgery post and luxe lifestyle, maybe you will :)

1. Upgrade your car. We’re getting the Lexus’, the BMW’s, the Mercedes, the Jag’s, etc.

2. Upgrade your home. We’re living in high rises, we’re living in coastal areas, we’re living up in the mountains, we’re living where Amazon can drop our package off and we don’t have to worry about a porch pirate; we’re living in nice areas and in nice units/homes.

3. Breast augmentation.

4. Rhinoplasty.

5. Medical grade skincare.

6. Fresh, organic whole foods; focusing on lean protein, nuts and seeds, mushrooms, onions, leafy greens, pro/prebiotics, sea moss gel, etc.

7. Russian manicures and pedicures or a good acrylic set. Dip powder had its thing for a while but I’m not going to dip my nail in a powder everyone else dipped their nails. I bet they don’t even wash their hands and if they did, they prob didn’t even use soap.

8. Laser hair removal. Everywhere. If you want a design down there that’s cool, but you literally use the bathroom and it drips in the hair. “Oh but I use a wipe”. Okay, next time you need to wash your hair.. don’t use shampoo. Use a wipe. Invest in a bidet but still, hair shouldn’t be in your 🍑 or near the sensitive areas of your 🦋 the top is fine but if you have a period, pee, or “the other thing”, hair should be no where near those areas.

9. Lip filler. Everyone can benefit. Ask for a pout that sticks out a little bit. I don’t suggest a lip flip, I couldn’t do anything with a lip flip and it was driving me nuts.

10. Fake tan. Sunlight is fine but a spray tan just makes you look a million times better. Every skin tone and every race benefits from a spray tan. Trust.

11. Muscle definition. Muscle looks so much better than fat AND bones. You want muscle. Did you see how Bella Hadid had her foot on our necks at the VS fashion show this year? I was sickkkkkk.

12. Long hair. But if you have a face shape like Hailey Beiber, short hair looks better.

13. Makeup. Remember water-based products and oil-based products don’t mix, so make sure you choose your products wisely so your makeup doesn’t separate and you look a mess.

14. A better paying job. I left my hospital job and now I work in luxury real estate and international yacht sales.

15. Red light therapy for face and body. I have a body red light therapy dome that I got online for around $3,000 (USD) and it’s life. The one I have for the face is from Sephora and I spent like $400-$500 on that one. Whatever it says on the website.

16. Lashes. If you’re a pro at strip lashes, then yes. But I get my lashes done. Do not go crazy. Natural lashes are in so I ask for a classic whispy set focused for thickening my lash line and NOT for length.

17. Morpheus8 for skin tightening. I used it on my inner thighs and it literally saved my life

18. Lipo. If you’re a good candidate, get it. Sometimes belly pooch is hard to lose. I don’t have a pooch but I’m sure when I have kids I will.

19. Vampire facials. I can confidently say my best facials were vampire facials. My med spa charges around $950 for each facial

20. People can tell you’re wearing Shein. Their clothes are cute online but I’m going to hold your hand when I say this, they never look flattering in person when they’re being worn. People can see the loose thread and the see-through material. They also don’t fit anyone well and makes a lot of you look square. You get what you pay for in clothing. Learn about the basics of clothing and you’ll quickly only buy quality.

Yeah this list isn’t meant for everyone, but walking 10,000 steps isn’t going to take you to the next level. Neither is drinking water. They’re good habits, but they’re not going to level you up. And yeah I understand my list requires having money, but this is literally what my blog is about.

My 2025 Mindset Level Up book is here!

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

tbh.. what do you think 141 smells like? i'm going to list smells of what i think they smell like..

• soap smells like gasoline. idk why, but he smells of that nice gas you pour into your car. (idk how to explain it. but the smell of gasoline is nice..)

• gaz smells like oranges, a fresh orange that's perfectly picked.. or mangos. i can see him smelling like either.

• people say soap smells like your ordinary 3 in 1 shampoo dude but i think it's ghost. i mean, soap has his hair all prettily done but ghost? smells like 3 in 1. i've never smelt a bottle like that, but it smells.. fresh. a bit minty even.

• price smells like.. a rainforest. like a heavy woody smell. i'm not sure why, but he definitely smells like that. like a rainy forest, with wet moss on the ground.

anyways those are my thoughts!! :)

I actually answered an ask about their scents a while back!

But I just wanna say that I wanna add to that and, hijacking your own hc a little bit...

What I think...

The 141 Boys' scents in an A/B/O AU:

Johnny smells like the sea. It's fresh and soothing, but discreet, very much so. You wouldn't expect it, much less feel it, unless you're searching for it. Salt water, seaweed... that kind of thing.

Kyle smells like something warm and cosy and gooey that melts in your mouth. My brain is saying honey or honeycomb, caramel or toffee maybe?.

Simon smells strong. Way too strong. He'd definitely be the type to need to wear scent blockers. He smells like burning, a campfire, a forest fire, maybe gasoline or sulphur.

John smells like a forest, rain forest sure, but I could also see him smell of pine and very obviously so. Sometimes pine sap smells close to mint, so people would def make that mistake, until they smell a pine tree around Christmas and realize John smells like it.

[xxfaggatronxx]

D-Did someone say CoD characters and their colognes/ perfumes?? Can be used or viewed as Omegaverse, also I don’t really mind if you wanna make these your own headcannons while writing: go ahead! ❤️

Price: Tabaco, Amber, Pepper

Gaz: Caramel, Sea salt, Sandalwood

Ghost: Anise, Bourbon, Cherries

Roach: Lemon, Sage, Bergamot

Soap: Mint, Oak-moss, Leather

Laswell: Rosewood, Narcissus, Lavender

König: Chocolate, Cinnamon, Musk

Horangi: Vanilla, Cardamom, Oranges

Nikolai: Frankincense, Pear, Chestnut

Makarov: Hazelnut, Cream, Clove

Farah: Magnolia, Green Tea, Honey

Hadir: Ginger, Juniper, Tonka Bean

Alex: Grapefruit, Cedar, Amber

Valeria: Rose, Saffron, Coconut

Alejandro: Rain, Cypress, Nutmeg

Graves: Coffee, Spruce, Myrrh

Rudy: Vetiver, Rosemary, Moss

Keegan: Jasmine, Neroli, Tangerine

Logan: Apple, Geranium, Mint

Hesh: Iris, Grapefruit, Redwood

[bogleech]

-SOME STUFF IN MY SHOP RIGHT NOW-

Kaiju Brain Soap - rare random mini Ultraman kaiju (last made 20 years ago) in a fungus scented brain soap

7 copies left (at the time of this writing) for the 2024 run of the Harmburger book, cover by Trevor Henderson, won't come back for another year!

My super popular Sundew Bog Kits; the substrate, live moss, and baby sundews you can put together in a jar and leave on a windowsill. no maintenance ever really required if you leave all the moisture sealed in! Comes with caresheet if you do want to give it extra attention

Moss Jar Kits - just mosses and 5 or more samples of non-carnivorous plants that can also grow in a totally sealed jar, as long as it gets sun. No watering needed as long as the jar is airtight!

Deep Sea Abyss Coloring Book!

Bugs book!

Plus a whole lot of enamel pins and other stuff!

[sinnabarmoth]

Worthy of Devotion (3/9)

Pairing: Sea God|Rafayel x Worshipper|Reader (fem)

Summary: Reader learns more about Rafayel and can't help asking some more personal questions. Meanwhile Rafayel is learning new things about human peculiarities both funny and concerning.

Content Warnings: Self worth issues caused by religious trauma.

Length: 3k

Chapters: (1) (2) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9)

Read on AO3

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The next day was more of the same. You woke up, made yourself from breakfast and started cleaning a new part of the temple. You had decided to work on the bedroom this time. The main issue was all the dust and you ended up tying a handkerchief around your face to help keep yourself from sneezing.

You had also finally entered the attached bathing room. Yesterday you had just availed yourself to the communal toilets on the main level since that was where you had spent most your day. The bathing room was in much the same state as the bedroom, covered in a fine layer of dust. The main problem was the large tub in the center of the room. In any other circumstance it would have been lovely, the large basin cut into solid marble, you could fit at least four people inside easily. But over the years a layer of moss and fungus had sprouted inside, coating the marble like a carpet. That took a lot of scraping and shoveling and scrubbing to get clean.

You were knelt in the center of the tub, trying to get the green ring stain out of the marble when Rafayel wandered in. “There you are,” he sat at the edge of the tub. “Keeping busy?”

“Someone has to repair this temple and I’m the only one here, so yes.” you wiped the sweat from your brow but only managed to smear more dirt and grime against it. “I assume you’re here to continue working on the journal?”

“Yes. But you are going to need to clean yourself up first. You’ll end up dirtying the pages with hands like that.” he picked up one of your hands and inspected the grime caked under your nails. “In fact, have you bathed at all since coming here?”

“I have rinsed…” you muttered, “But I haven’t really had the time to--”

“Up. Now.” he pulled you up and out of the tub. “You are not doing any more work until you’ve bathed. To be perfectly honest, you smell rather bad too. I let it slide yesterday because we were working but there is no excuse for this now.”

“Alright. I’ll go down to the baths--”

“What are you talking about? You just cleaned this one, use it.”

“If I use this one then I have to carry buckets of water up here to fill it. It’s just easier to go to the baths downstairs.”

Rafayel rolled his eyes and reached towards the head of the tub. There was a pipe over the basin but you saw no pump with which to call up water from. Behind the pipe was a large smooth gem that he put his hand over. He muttered something foreign to your ears and suddenly water began to fill the tub. Even more than that, steam was rising from it.

“But how--”

“A water gem.” he pointed to the gem behind the pipe. “Very rare. They provide unlimited water with the activation of certain phrases. “Calidum, for hot water. Frigus, for cold water. To get it to stop, say finis. Try it.”

You put your hand on the stone. “Frigus?”

There was a pause in the spray of water and when it returned you felt it was ice cold. You touched the stone again. “Calidum.” Another pause and hot water came out again. “Finis.” The water stopped. “Wow. Do you know how useful that would have been to know an hour ago when I was carrying buckets of water up here to scrub the floors?”

He smiled. “Well now you know. There should still be some soaps around here somewhere. Clean yourself up, I will be back.”

“Thank you.” You started the water again, going back and forth with the cold and hot to get it to a nice temperature and then sank in. When was the last time you had an honest to goodness hot bath? It was always such a hassle back home to get a hot bath all to yourself.

You let yourself relax, the feel of the hot water easing the pain in your joints and relaxing your muscles. Yes, you needed this. After a while of just soaking and enjoying the bath you picked up a rag and the soap and started cleaning yourself in earnest. You shouldn’t have been surprised by how nice the soap was but it still caught you off guard to smell something so pretty and floral. It smelled like plumerias and a whiff of coconut.

You were rinsing the suds away when the door banged open and Rafayel strode in again. You ducked under the water up to your neck, covering your body with your arms. “I’m still in here!”

“I figured you would be.” he didn’t seem perturbed by your nakedness or the clear panic you were exhibiting. “I brought fresh clothes. Those rags you’ve been wearing need a wash, if you still want to keep them that is.”

“Yes, thank you. You can leave now.” you curled into yourself, trying to hide your body more the closer he got.

“You’re awfully jumpy. What’s got into you?” he cocked an eyebrow up at you.

“I’m naked!”

“So?”

You swallowed back the urge to scream. “So I don’t want you seeing me naked. Please.”

“I assume this is one of those human peculiarities.” he shrugged. “The nude form is very natural, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. You especially have a rather delectable form, from what I glanced when I came in at least.”

You were going to drown yourself in this tub. “Thanks. But I’d rather not wander around naked so freely. So can you please leave now so I can dry and dress?”

“Yes yes, I’m going.” he left the room. “We’re going to add these views on nudity to the book I hope you know. It’s ridiculous that you humans are so preoccupied with it.” He shouted from the bedroom.

“Got it.” you sighed, pressing the heels of your palms to your eyes. “Gods give me strength.” you muttered.

“Strength for what?” Rafayel shouted again.

“That prayer wasn’t for you!” you snapped. So he really could here your prayers…great. You needed to be careful about what you said now.

After you had drained the tub and dried yourself off you picked up the bundle of clothes that Rafayel had left for you. It was a pair of loose pants and shirt made out of the same linens that he wore. There were little shells embroidered along the sleeves and a wave design along the thigh of the pants. They were simple working clothes, easy to move around in and lightweight.

When you left the bathing room you saw Rafayel packing more garments into the standing wardrobe. He turned back to you and smiled. “There, that looks much better.” he walked up to you and pulled you close. You froze as his face was buried in your hair. “Smell much better too. Now we can work without you smelling like dirt and sweat.”

“It wasn’t that bad!” you protested. Your resentment covered the sheer panic of his sudden embrace.

“It was. Come along, mudskipper. Time to get writing.” he pulled you to the sitting area of the bedroom.

“First I’m a grouper and now I’m a mudskipper. If you’re going to keep comparing me to fish can’t they at least be cute? Like an angelfish or even a starfish would sound nicer.”

“How about a clownfish?” he deposited you in one of the chairs.

“Do you enjoy mocking me?”

“What? Do you not think clownfish are cute?” he tossed you the book and sat down in the chair opposite you. “Now, where were we?”

You flipped open the book with a roll of your eyes. “Let me see, we had just finished discussing how the title of Sea God is passed down through generations and I have a note here about partners to the Sea God. I think we left off talking about unions and the powers that romantic partners had if any.”

“Right,” Rafayel cleared his throat, “It varies from person to person, some gods chose to have a partner with which they could entrust helping to rule over the Lemurians, in that way it was very strategic. Others were more driven by their desires and chose partners with their hearts. Sometimes partners are equal rulers with similar ruling authority, sometimes they are figure heads, but there is no set in stone responsibilities for the partner of the Sea God.”

“Interesting.” you started writing everything down. “And what about children? Is there any chance that progeny of the current Sea God may be chosen as the new god or is it entirely up to chance?”

“It is entirely up to chance. Children of current gods do not automatically inherit their parent’s title. I only know of one recorded instance in which one of the children of a past god was selected as the inheritor.”

Your pen paused. “Rafayel, do you have a partner?”

His eyes widened a fraction before he shook his head. “No. I do not.”

You didn’t know why but your heart did a pitter patter in your chest hearing that. “Then, do you plan on marrying for strategy or for love?”

“I don’t really have any plans right now.”

“Alright, let me just write that down. Current god, Rafayel, is not one to plan for the future.”

“Hey! You can’t write that down!” his face turned pink.

“I’m the one with the pen so--ah!” you held the pen back as Rafayel tried to grab it. “You’re the one who tasked me with writing this book so I get to write my findings!”

“No, you write what I tell you to write. Now give me the pen.” he made another swipe for it but you leapt out of your seat. “Are you disobeying me, clownfish?”

“Of course not. I would never dare disobey my god.” you handed the pen to him. “Here you are.”

“Thank you.”

“But I will be taking this.” you grabbed the book and took off out the door.

“Oh! I see how it is! My sweet clownfish is actually a slippery little eel!” he took off after you.

There was a part of you that screamed that you shouldn’t be doing this. Everything you had learned, everything you had been raised as told you that you shouldn’t have been disobeying and teasing your god like this. If any of the priests or priestesses could see your behavior you’d be put on floor scrubbing for a year, maybe ten. But they weren’t here. None of them had actually completed their pilgrimages. None of them had spoken to Rafayel. According to what they taught you, and according to your god, you were more worthy than any of them. No one was here to say otherwise. You could do whatever you wanted. And you felt like having a little fun, and the fact that it was at the expense of a god made it all the funnier.

You were flying down the stairs, a wide smile on your face as you ran. You could hear Rafayel gaining behind you. You weren’t sure if you wanted to be caught or not.

You glanced over your shoulder to see how close he was and your foot hit a chunk of fallen ceiling. Your body pitched forward, gravity helping send you down the last couple of steps.

“Watch it!” you were caught by the waist and tugged backwards with force. You were tipping back instead and you landed with a thud on the stairs, Rafayel cushioning your fall. “Ow.”

“Oh no, I’m so sorry!” you rolled off him. “Are you okay?”

“No. I think this is it for me. I’m weak, this is the end.” he threw an arm over his eyes. “The light shall need to choose a new Sea God now. I am to descend into the abyss. Tell my people I died heroically, saving one of my acolytes.”

You could tell he was being dramatic but you saw the way he winced as he sat up and the rock that he had landed on was painted a deep crimson at the point.

Rafayel looked at you, the humor on his face disappearing. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” he waved a hand in front of your face, “Say something, you’re starting to worry me.”

“You…you’re bleeding.” you murmured, horrified that he had gotten injured saving you.

“Ah that,” he picked up the rock and tossed it away to a corner. “Don’t worry about that. I was only joking, I feel fine. A little sore between the shoulder blades but nothing to get worked up about.”

“I’m sorry.” you drew into yourself, pulling your knees close to your body. “I’m so sorry. You got hurt because of me. I’m sorry.”

“You would have gotten hurt worse if I let you fall. We really need to work on that balance of yours. You have about as much grace as a fish on a dock.” he smiled at you. When you did not return it he inched closer. He reached out as if to touch you and you flinched back. He eased away.

“You’re shaken from the fall. I get it.” he said slowly, as if trying to coax a skittish animal, “But I promise I’m fine. You don’t need to feel bad about it. Accidents happen.”

“I…I…” you glanced around and saw the book splayed out at the bottom of the stairs. You stood up, ignoring the pain in your foot as you hobbled down and recollected it. “I need to go.” You set the book on the bottom step and limped out of the temple.

“Where are you going?” Rafayel raced after you. “Your foot is scraped, if you get sand in it it will only make it worse.”

You ignored him, your body taking you down the steps and onto the beach. You kept going until you got the shore where the ocean lapped at the sand. You waded into the water up to your knees. The salt burned against your wound but you didn’t retreat, the pain helped to ground you. Staring straight ahead your vision tunneled as it tried in vain to see past the horizon line.

You hurt your god. Actually hurt him. And for what? Because you wanted to tease him a little? What right did you have? Was this a divine punishment? Fate reminding you of your place? A mortal poking fun at a deity like he was an old friend. No. There were lines for a reason. You couldn’t cross them. No one was ever meant to cross them.

“Come back inside,” you heard Rafayel’s voice behind you. “Your foot needs tending.”

“I shouldn’t be in there. I don’t belong in that temple or on this island. I’m not worthy. I need to leave. I need to--”

“By the tides, not this again.” Rafayel groaned and with an ease that surprised you he hefted you out of the water and started carrying you back to the temple. “Here I thought you were finally done with all that aggrandizing. One little tumble down some stairs and suddenly you think you need to throw yourself into the ocean. Those charlatans on the mainland really messed with your self worth in the name of worshiping me, didn’t they?”

“What--what are you--” you stammered as he marched you back into the temple. “Please! Put me down. I don’t--I can’t--”

“Shush.” he brought you into the kitchen and set you down on the table. “Stay there.”

“But--”

“Stay.” he pointed and left out the back door. He came back with a bucket of water and grabbed a clean rag out of one of the drawers. Dunking it into the water he grabbed your injured foot and started dabbing away at the blood and sand. “And here the day was going so well. I finally got you to take a bath, we were having a nice chat, then we took that little tumble and it was like it reset you. You had better not start calling me Your Radiance again, I swear.”

“I shouldn’t have ran though. It’s not my place. I shouldn’t have done it and then you wouldn’t have had to help me and you wouldn’t have gotten hurt and--” you went silent as he glanced up at you, that spark of blue flame alighting his eyes once more.

“Did I not say yesterday that you are allowed to feel whatever you please in regards to me? You can feel guilty if you wish but your guilt doesn’t get to erase the fact that you also feel comfortable with me. I like that you play. I don’t want you to stop on account of this one accident.” He patted your wound dry and tore a strip of fabric off of his sarong, wrapping it around your foot. “Understood? Don’t make me have to make it an order because that will go against everything I am trying to accomplish here.”

“What is it you want to accomplish?” you asked.

“I want to create followers that want to follow me out of devotion, not fear. If I can’t get you to not fear me, then what hope is there for the others?” he handed you the wet rag. “I know I can’t undo everything you learned, especially not in a day. But we are not going to spend this time with you too scared to say anything out of turn or show any displeasure. I may be your god but I do not control you. Do you understand?”

You nodded.

“No. Say it.”

“I understand.”

“Understand what?”

You took a deep breath. “I understand what you want from me.”

“Which is?”

“To be devoted to you out of desire, not obligation or fear.”

“Good.” he turned around and you could see the wound in his back where the rock stabbed him. “Now, could you be so kind as to help clean this for me?”

“Yes. Of course.” You wiped at the blood trickling down his spin and pressed the rag over the cut to staunch the bleeding.

“Rafayel?” your voice felt as if it was a thousand miles away from your body.

“Yes?”

“You talk of being a god worthy of devotion, but do you not have any requisites of your followers? Is there nothing to make us worthy of your blessings outside of wanting to worship you? It seems unfair that you hold yourself to such a high degree but not us.”

“You wish to know what I think makes my followers worthy of my blessings and spared of my wrath?” he thought for a moment. “They have to be kind and honest. They cannot spread fear in hopes that it will gain me more followers or larger offerings. To be worthy, their actions and words must come from their souls. A sand dollar offered by a child that believes in me out of trust is worth more than all the gold shoveled onto a dais by fearful priests. Chasing you through the halls as you try to play keep away with me is more precious to me than this self loathing you carry about inadvertently causing me injury.”

“I understand.” A smile started to creep its way back onto your face. “I like this version of you far better than the one I learned about on the mainland.”

“Nice to hear it.” he glanced over his shoulder. “Almost done back there?”

“Oh right.” you had forgotten what you were doing for a moment. You removed the rag from his back. You were shocked to see that the wound had completely disappeared, gone as if it never existed, save for a small pink spot between his shoulder blades. “What…how did that happen?”

“I’m God of the Seas, water is a natural healer to me, be it fresh or salt.” he rolled his shoulders, the muscles in his back flexing as he did. “Now, how about we do something relaxing for the rest of the day? No cleaning, no writing, something simple.”

“Like what?”

“Want to learn how to play a Lemurian board game?”

“Sure.”

“Alright,” he glanced around the room. “Right, I need to go get one. Stay here, don’t go tripping over anything else, I will be right back.”

He left to dive back into the sea while you stayed sat on the kitchen table. You picked your foot up, inspecting the makeshift bandage over your foot. He could have gone and found actual bandages but he tore off part of his clothes just to dress your wound. Either he thought very highly of your foot or very little of his clothes. You ran a finger over the gold embroidery, contemplating.

It would take him some time to return so you carefully stood up and limped back out to the staircase. The book was still resting on the top step along with the pen that Rafayel had dropped. You picked up both and cracked open the book, penning a new note near the back.

“The god Rafayel wants more than anything for his followers to follow him out of love rather than fear. I think this shows more than anything that he cares for us more than the priests of old would have had us believe. He is a kind god,” you bit back a mischievous smile, “and he likes it when you tease him, so if you are reading this you should do it a lot. He really does like it. Just be ready for him to tease you right back.”

[mistydeyes]

perfumes i think the 141 boys enjoy

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summary: Scent is one of the most powerful senses, so what kind of fragrance do the 141 boys + Alejandro like on their significant other?

pairing: 141 x Reader

warnings: none

a/n - i also work for a perfume company so I've had a couple of ideas about what scents the boys like :)

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price - loves expensive, smokey scents on anyone. imagine the scents of a fresh cigar-that's what price wants in a fragrance. notes like pepper, leather, tobacco, cedar wood, and iris will make him crumble.

masculine

oud wood - tom ford notes: oud wood, sandalwood, chinese pepper

osmanthe kodoshan - maison crivelli notes: leather, tobacco, sichuan pepper, apricot, peach

functional fragrance - the nue co. notes: cardamom, iris, palo santo, cilantro

unisex

hinoki fantôme - boy smells notes: tobacco leaves, oak moss, and smoked leather

jazz club - maison marigela notes: pink pepper, rum, tobacco

lumière d’iris - veronique gabai notes: rose, iris, cedarwood, amber

feminine

baccarat rouge 540 - maison francis kurkdjia notes: jasmine, ambergris, saffron, cedar wood

cuir béluga - guerlain notes: leather, powder, vanilla

platinum 22 - floris london notes: rose, violet leaf, blackcurrant, oat, black tea

soap - woodsy, floral scents are soap's surprising pick. it brings back memories of the scottish countryside, adventuring in the woods and smelling the fresh flowers his mam had. notice notes of herbs (sage, rosemary, mint), lavender, and violet.

masculine

sauvage - dior notes: pepper, amberwood, bergamot, powder

h24 - hermès notes: clary sage, narcissus, rosewood

new york wall street - bond no.9 notes: sea kale, cucumber, lavender, ambergris, vetiver

unisex

voodoo chile - dries van noten notes: rosemary, patchouli, hemp

libre - yves saint laurent notes: lavender, musk

dirty grass - heretic notes: black pepper, lemon, hemp, violet

feminine

melancholy thistle - jo malone london notes: thistle, english ivy, cool wood

portrait of a lady - frédéric malle notes: frankincense, black currant, raspberry, patchouli

la tulipe - byredo notes: tulips, cyclamen, fressia, rhubarb

gaz - FLORAL CITRUS will make this man fall in love with you. it reminds him of a warm summer day sitting in the grass and smelling flowers. look for summery fragrances with notes of citrus, lemon, sage, and fresh herbs.

masculine

bleu de chanel - chanel notes: citrus, labdanum, sandalwood, cedar

polo black - ralph lauren notes: iced mango, lemon, tangerine, sandalwood, sage, patchouli

l'homme - yves saint laurent notes: bergamot, ginger, cedar wood, vetiver

unisex

cactus garden - louis vuitton notes: maté, bergamot, lemongrass

velvet cypress - dolce & gabbana notes: pine, lemon zest, bergamot, clary sage

eau de campagne - sisley notes: grass, citrus, herbs, jasmine, lily of the valley

feminine

brazilian crush cheirosa 62 - sol de janeiro notes: pistachio, almond, sandalwood, heliotrope, jasmine

her blossom - burberry notes: mandarin, plum blossom, sandalwood

flora gorgeous jasmine - gucci notes: mandarin, jasmine, magnolia, sandalwood

ghost - likes a light, musky scent! he loves when a scent adds to a person's natural smell (he hates sugary, gourmand scents). ingredients like musk, ambrox, pepper, sandalwood catch his eye as he pictures fresh sheets and a rainfall in a forest.

masculine

geranium pour monsieur - frédéric malle notes: mint, aniseed, sandalwood, geranium, frankincense

atlantis - blu atlas notes: orris, oak moss, violet, musk, ambrette seed

gentleman - givenchy notes: pear, lavender, patchouli

unisex

glossier you - glossier notes: pink pepper, iris, ambrette seeds, ambrox

not a perfume - juliette has a gun notes: ambergris

santal 33 - le labo notes: violet cardamom, cedar wood, iris, ambrox

feminine

missing person - phlur notes: musk, bergamot, jasmine, neroli, sandalwood

golden nectar - nest notes: florals, orchid, amber, musk

apollonia - xerjoff notes: white floral, orris butter, white musk

extra! alejandro - if ghost likes it simple and light, then alejandro is the exact opposite. he loves when he can smell someone's fragrance across the room. focus on bold fragrances with spicy notes of nutmeg, myrrh, and rum that is mixed with the gourmand of vanilla, almond, and tonka bean.

masculine

the last day of summer - gucci notes: cedarwood, cypress, nutmeg, patchouli, vetiver

bibliothèque - byredo notes: peach, peony, violet, leather, patchouli, vanilla

london myrrh & tonka - jo malone notes: almond, vanilla, myrrh, lavender, honey

unisex

tobacco vanille - tom ford notes: tonka bean, vanilla. cacao

dark rum - malin + goetz notes: anise, plum, leather, rum, patchouli, amber

tao dao - diptyque notes: sandalwood, cedar, cypress, myrte

feminine

lost cherry - tom ford notes: black cherry, tonka bean, almond

brazil aroma - costa notes: white jungle flora, orange oil, pink pepper, bourbon, vetiver, patchouli

babylon - penhaligon's notes: saffron, nutmeg, coriander, cedar wood, vanilla, cypriol

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[simonsdoll]

can u make sum hc about what the codmw guys would smell like.... thank uuu 🤭

MW2 men and what would

they smell like

Includes: Price,Ghost,Soap,Gaz,Konig,Los Vaqueros and Graves

PRICE

- Price smells of tobacco and manly musk when he doesn’t put on cologne

- When he does he smells like pine, cedar wood or a very herbal scent

- I feel like he uses Old Spice or Dr.Squatch religiously

GHOST

- Ghost smells of gunpowder or very strong masculine and smoky cologne

- If he puts on cologne he smells of oceans and fresh rainfall. Almost as Earth and soil collided and made a scent for him. Woodsy and earthy

- I see him as a Dior Sauvage type of man or Tom Ford ombré leather

SOAP

- If in battle he smells very musky yet has a lingering scent of a sweet aroma

- Soap smells of rich vanilla or a blue and sunny Mediterranean Sea

- I have a feeling he loves any manly perfume at Bath and Body Works

- He uses Dolce&Gabbana light blue or Acqua by Giorgio Armani

GAZ

- Gaz smells of citrus or the breeze from the top of a mountain

- He enjoys very clean and subtle fragrances that bring out his manly musk

- Lingering smells of fresh laundry or breezy meadows

- He might use musky green tea or musky oak moss by Dossier

KONIG

-Konig smells of fresh forest rain or winter sierra mountains

- Would smell of very ambery mint or a very woody sage

- Showered in a herby and earthy aroma like eucalyptus or lavender

- Could use some Versace Eros or Burberry for men

ALEJANDRO

- He smells of strong notes of sandalwood or fresh ocean breeze

- Has a lingering smell of smoke that doesn’t overbear his manly musk

- Prefers aquatic or very sweet tropical scents

- Uses Náutica Voyage or Bvlgari Aqua for men

RUDY

- Rodolfo smells of roasted coffee and sweet musky vanilla suede

- Has a lingering smell of citrus that smells tangy yet sweet

- Loves perfumes that smell of roasted dark almonds or musky chestnut

- Might use Intenso or The One for men by Dolce&Gabbana

GRAVES

- Graves smells of sandalwood and cardamom which compliments the musky woody notes

- Enjoys the smell of warm cedar wood and intense sweet smell of vanilla

- Smells of smokey and autumn dropped dead leaves falling onto the warmth soil of Earth

- Uses Bleu de Chanel or Tom Ford’s Noir

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

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[ryuzakemo128]

Beyond Comprehension

Pairing: John 'Soap' MacTavish x Italian! Goth! Female Reader

Content Warnings: Swearing, cussing, smutty implications, college au!, John 'Soap' MacTavish is a popular football player, Female reader is studying in Forensics Pathology & Anthropology, Female reader is Italian, Female reader's aesthetic has a gothic aesthetic overall.

Summary: How come he never remembers you saying them to him? How come he never remembers how they sound until this moment?

Divider Credit: @cafekitsune + @strangergraphics

Masterlist

Note: Inspired by 'Tomb' written by H.P. Lovecraft. I also made the female reader intense on purpose..

Word Count: 1547

‘Sedibus ut saltem placidis in morte quiescam.’ – Virgil. (English translation: At least in death I may find a quiet resting place.)

The mansion you have been born and raised into. The half-hidden house of death. Unknown to the throng considered to be a majority of civilian life. Opulent in design. Yet the stench of death and decay from the cemetery attached to the family churchyard, which still remains in your family’s name to this present day.

The overview of the woodland slopes painted with the earths finest bristles. Painting a lustrous colour palette range of greens, browns, and greys. The look over the city lights from the balcony like floating tea lights.

If you had not discerned for yourself. The means of how lavish your lifestyle if depicted and sculpted into. The gilding of gold in the nooks and crannies of your familial mansion. A display of white and gold.

You are indeed wealthy beyond the necessity of a commercial lifestyle. Unfitted for typical formal studies and social recreations. Your peculiar temperament in discerning a cause of death or why someone might have died has always tickled your fancy. Macabre is the most ‘fitting’ description of you. The one told by your kin.

Other equally strange pursuits you have lay in the art of taxidermy and preservation of animals after their passing. You don’t turn from the potential disgust it may bring unto others. Even as you lean into the art of death and decay.

These discerning passions do well in dispelling your keenest impatience of waiting for the next class to come forth. You are burning hot with eagerness to learn more of death. To hold knowledge people. The ones who dare not search for in the black abyssal seas.

A beckoning gloom of your quarters or ‘dorm’ depending on which term you would prefer. The hellish confinement of your social life is stifling at best and contentious at worst. Your nocturnal rambles seek shelter and safety within your sanctum. Those who believe things are better left almost forgotten for many generations.

Death had repelled you and bewitched you all at once. Like a snare you can’t bring yourself to crawl away from. Who were any of them to deny you such things, such idle flights of fancy many denied themselves. Who were they in the art of decay?

As you peruse the textbooks pertaining to the knowledge required in Forensics Pathology and Forensics Anthropology. Emboldened by the heaven-sent circumstance you walk into. Despite all your efforts to enclose yourself inside your own earthly desires.

How did you think John MacTavish found you hunched over an ancient tome reading about the deaths of people you deemed preventable. At least as preventable as they could have been. If only they knew of your existence, the world would be a different place. Had they known to do anything other than the path they have chosen would the world be better?

‘Who are we to ourselves if we are denied truth?’ you questioned inside your handwritten cursive notes. Pure existential dread taking over the recesses of your mind it seems. Philosophically overriding the sense of living you have inside your ribcage. One of which life must come first before we eventually descend unto death itself.

‘Is this how philosophers go made? It seems I am at the moss covered door step of madness and teetering on the edge of my own sanity.’ Another handwritten note inside your death smelling journal.  

‘In my peculiarities am I truly doomed to walk upon  this earth alone?’ you questioned further in your heavily pressed written notes. Recent. Too recent. The ink painted upon the black textured page hadn’t dried just yet.

You had hoped John would have forgotten about that kiss you gave him while you were pissed drunk off your three shark themed cocktails which were strong enough to make him question where your hunger in that kiss came from suddenly. Something about ‘the zest of life’ or whatever you slurred afterwards.

You even dipped him like he was some kind of dance partner you decided to claim for yourself for at least ten minutes. Then stumbling off into the night to your dorm like you didn't just decide to one up him in a bet that technically never existed in the first place. Like you didn’t just decide to fuck around and make sure he is the one finding out.

When Gaz found out? “Man, she really turned the tables against yourself huh?” he snickered, knowing Soap isn't the type to take that lying down. Not without knowing what he was getting into first.

“Knocked the wind out of me and had the gall to scamper away like a mouse or a chinchilla?” Soap continues to be baffled by you and your wildly, chaotic whims. Whatever they have in you. You passionately did with fervour and compassionate love.

How could someone be so enamoured with the end? Easily. When you have grown to enjoy, to love and thrive in the beginning. Where you are celebrated as you are and continue to be. Yourself.

In this name of heritage, you have every intention to claim death tightly into your hands like no other has done in your familial bloodline. The guests of your domain your centric world, you should have known them better as the shrivelled, decomposed, decayed bodies. The layers of death and decomposition finally eating away at the frail shell left behind.

“Mio stella, you are a delight to see my darling.” You chirped like a bluebell making John’s gaze snap to your direction, his eyes narrowing slightly, trying to discern if you were mocking him or if you were actually in a good mood. His confusion was written clearly across his face, and you couldn’t help but smirk.

“You are an absolute peach when confusion is written onto your visage so clearly.” you stated. “Most beautiful state I have seen you in all week.”

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish, the star football player with a Scottish accent that could melt the coldest of hearts, stared at you quizzically. You could see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to figure out if your sudden sweetness was genuine or if there was a hidden barb underneath. You had to admit, the thrill of keeping him on his toes was quite entertaining.

“The more confused you get the cuter you have become. I must leave before I melt beneath your confusion completely.” you cooed playfully as you walked to go to the diner to indulge in some junk food alone.

Before you could step too far away from him, he pulled you back to him by your wrist and he said, “What's gotten into you, love?”

“Other than my assignment is finished early? I have decided to treat myself with some sickeningly sweet food.” You answered buzzing with so much excitement you were physically shaking, at least a smidgen. “I also found out to my sweet tooth’s utmost delight that there is a diner that is normally open during the night.”

“You are more than welcome to come with me if your little buddies don’t have anything planned for you.” You added in. “Unless you’re worried your buddies will get jealous then I’m afraid you must stay behind. Can’t have your buddies missing your presence.”

You were certain he would relent and scurry back to his group of lads. Who you wouldn’t be surprised if they all sucked each other off for the sake of it. Only to deny that it was just ‘bros helping bros out’ or whatever other excuse they might come up with.

You were going to get your hoof heels to see if you could get someone’s number if you had the sudden urge to have a drink at a bar or pub in the same area.

John remembers how you used tongue, a French kiss so deep his head swan, his mind froze, and his body felt like it was burning. He swore his soul left his body for only a moment. A moment which lasted for what it felt like an eternity. He was dared to kiss you, but it felt more like you were kissing him and he was there for the experience of a lifetime. Rattling him to his core.

You didn't taste like death at all, you tasted of black vodka, ginger, mint and rum. The sickeningly sweet part of the cocktail a mix of gummy sharks and a hint of the sea. The smell of your hair was faintly like salt and sand. A smell that was strangely calming and terrifying all at once. The ocean's siren calling him closer to the shore, yet the salt reminded him of the sting of the sea spray on his skin during storms.

You are both oddly fascinating and eerily unknown. Layers of you he assumed never existed are now exposed to his purview. His eyes now see what he disregarded in past encounters with you. How you insist on calling him things like: ‘Mio Stella’, my star, ‘Mio Sole’, my sunshine, ‘Mio Caro’, my dear, ‘Mio Tutto’, my everything, ‘Mio Principe’, my prince, ‘Mio Amore’, my love, ‘Luce delle stelle’, starlight, and ‘Mio vita’, my life.

How come he never remembers you saying them to him? How come he never remembers how they sound until this moment?

[swindlefingrs]

The Astral Plane is beautiful. Saga tells Gale so. She thanks him for the experience, for sharing this time with her as they float in the translucent sea together. He slips his learned, delicate hands into hers, calloused and broad, and squeezes. They tell each other that they are enough, as they are.

She loses his gaze to the shifting colors of the Astral Plane and makes a promise to herself.

The next morning Saga packs a small tote bag. Bread, cheese, cider. The rest of lunch she can find along the way. She knows Gale doesn't move fast or well over rough ground, so she picks a trail flat enough for her purpose.

Gale only pitches well-mannered fits twice, but she tells him to be patient. It'll be worth it.

It is.

The astonished look on his face as they crest this trail makes her feel less guilty about the stitch in his side that he digs his fist into.

The rushing waterfall is thunderous from their cliff-side vantage point. Cold spray glitters in the air, catching the suns rays and breaking them into a thousand colors.

"This is beautiful," Gale says between wheezes.

Saga takes his hand and leads him a few feet further up the trail to a perfect spot to overlook the valley. She sets out a simple meal of what she brought and what she gathered on the way: salmon berries, miner's lettuce, violets, honeycomb.

She drizzles the honey and violets over the pot of soft cheese. They dip torn pieces of bread into it. Salty. Sweet. Herbaceous.

"I had imagined that wooing a ranger would come with it's own particular set of challenges, but if your goal was to get me alone, there are much easier ways of doing that rathet than asking me to scale a mountain," Gale teases as he pops a berry into his mouth. He squints as the tartness hits his tongue, and relaxes as the sweetness blooms after.

Saga sucks her teeth, brushing off his chiding. Instead she scoots closer to him, draping one arm around his waist and pointing out to the river below with her other hand. She revels in the feeling of him leaning against her. His breath on her cheek.

From where they sit she points out the stories that she can see written in the damp earth, broken twigs, dead grass, moss, and climbing vines.

“Elk cross there every other tenday."

Gale recites the binomial nomenclature for elk, Saga corrects him.

“Red elk, not Marsh Elk. Those are further south."

Gale corrects himself and recites the binomial for red elk.

“A hunter has taught her daughter how to hunt those elk. Just as her mother taught her. There's their blind.”

Saga points to a cluster of rushes next to an old oak tree.

“The scat from the herd fertilizes the water and those berry bushes.”

Eel grass languidly sways in the river's current. Glinting silver fish dart between the thick, green blades of the eel grass.

“These... berries?” Gale hesitates with a handful of yellow and orange salmon berries.

“Those berries.” She snatches one from his palm and bites down until it bursts tart and sweet in her mouth.

She nods southerly, “Look at the entrance to the cave. The bear sow had her tenth cub this spring. She brought down an elk recently. See the bones?”

“These leaves?” Saga plucks a handful of spade-shaped leaves from the bush nearby. She rolls them between her calloused fingers and breathes in their scent, before placing them under Gale’s nose. It smells like mossy pepper and golden melon. Interesting.

She cups the leaves in her palm, “Water,” she commands in a tone that is sweet for her.

With just a flick of his wrist, the leaves float in a pool of cool, clear water. She claps her hands together, rubbing them vigorously before revealing that her palms covered in milky suds.

“Soap.”

“Ah! For washing up! How fascinating,” Gale drags his fingers through the suds, rubbing them between his fingertips, testing the viscosity.

Saga takes a deep breath. Words aren't as easy for her as they are for Gale, “The Astral Plane is wonderful. You showed me that. Just don’t... don't forget about this plane, yeah? It’s just as magical. In its way.”

“So I'm learning," he chirps. “Turns out? Some of my favorite people are here. Somehow you keep finding new ways of teaching me that.”

Gale's smile is bright, earnest. It cauterizes a rotten part of her urges.

“With all that being said, can you promise me something?” he sidles up to her.

She scowls. Promises are heavy things.

“Can you promise me that you'll bring me on another one of your highly educational field trips of the famed Material Plane? I mean the view, the ecology lesson, the meal? The company?” He softens his voice to a whisper shared between the two of them, “I can't wait to see more of it.”

Saga smirks. She tips his pretty head back with only a finger under his chin. His kisses are berry-sweet, honey-sticky, and plentiful.

"A promise easily kept."

[alkalineeclecticherbs]

 A natural soap created from a combination of alkaline herbs, sea moss, and other organic components is called alkaline eclectic herbs sea moss soap. This soap is made to deep clean your skin, assist maintain a healthy pH level, and replenish your skin with vital minerals and nutrients. The advantages of utilizing alkaline diverse herbs in sea moss soap include the following:

[nosydogsoaps]

SIDON, Zora Royalty (Soap inspired by LoZ: Tears of the Kingdom)

The bold and surging royal tide, currents of sea moss, citrus, and uplifting cypress drenched with salt mist and mimosa, heartfelt camaraderie a century in the making.

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okay so i played breath of the wild like 5 years after everyone else (shortly before tears of the kingdom came out) but i saw all the sidon fanart and everyone yelling about him and was like. so. what's the big deal about this shark man?

now i know. i know what the big deal is. i would do anything for him

[snakemoltsiren]

Severine Sauvageot - Character Associations

EMOTIONS/FEELINGS

Love (An ember ever glowing. Worth protecting. Don’t give it away.)

Possessiveness (Give everything away but that. Never that.)

Exaltation (Breathless, exhilarating, make this last.)

Regret (Was I sweet once?)

Disorientation (Didn’t we already go this way?)

COLORS

Blue (Muted and distinct and natural.)

Lilac (Something comforting like a fading bruise.)

Silver (Brushed and gleaming and catching light like a smile.)

Moss Green (Damp and earth and the smell of life.)

Red (Vibrant and livid but it doesn’t suit her so much anymore.)

SCENTS

Clove (Smoky and sweet, clinging to her hair like a secret.) 

Oranges (A burst of oil from a fresh curl of peel, juices sticky on the skin.)

Wet Earth (Moss and damp, the undersides of things.)

Soap (Clean and fresh.)

Ash. (Something was burning.)

OBJECTS

Sea Glass. (Smooth and pitted in every color. )

Pince-nez. (Reflective lenses never far away. Protection and defense.)

Ribbons and twine. (Decorative or practical. Things that bind.)

Forget-me-nots. (Left wild, blossoms stuck to skin and tangled in hair.)

A hidden blade. (Defense, protection, practicality. Please don’t make me use it.)

BODY LANGUAGE

Tongue curled around a pointed tooth (A shared secret, a remembered story.)

A gentle pinch on the arm. (Hello, I’m here, you’re here, I’m happy to see you.)

Forehead touch. (Tender greeting or friendly gentle concussion.)

Twitchy little smiles. (What exactly does that look mean?)

Fully Weighted Lean. (Against a convenient wall, unsuspecting friend or while sitting.)

AESTHETICS

Snakes. (Renewal, life, observing from a distance. Will only strike in defense.)

Low tide. (Her aether. Too little - far less than it has been in the past.)

Breeze through windchimes. (A ruffling presence that is rarely seen and never lingers, although it leaves an impression.)

Mercury Glass in the sun. (Clear and glittering but obscured and hiding secrets. Complicated.)

Mushrooms in a mossy forest. (Resiliently minding their own business. Friend or foe?)

tagged by - @ahollowgrave - Thank you!! <3

tagging - @shroudandsands @whitherwanderer @honoura/@aidan-hawke @the-hawkeyes - anyone else!!

[deareunoias]

"Take the wine, Realize I am divine, And run while you may still be fine."

lucas lynggaard tønnesen, pansexual, cis male + he/him → isn’t that FLORIAN SAEWINE? i’ve seen them wearing the crest of RITRINC. i hear they’re 19, but they’re also a HUMAN. they’ve risen up the ranks to become a 4th born prince. they seem to be ARTISTIC & KIND, but also SCATTERBRAINED & TEMPERMENTAL. if you look closely, you’ll see their aesthetics include laying in the droplets of water bathing blades of grass in the morning, paint stained skin, the smell of soap and fresh dirt.

basics:

full name:  Florian Ellis Saewine

nicknames:  Flower, Flo, Ellis, Annie (a baby nickname he hates lol)

gender:  cismale

pronouns:  he/him

sexuality: pansexual

aesthetics:  coming soon!

age: 19

date of birth:  July 17th

zodiac sign:  cancer

kingdom: Ritrinc

Languages: Fluent in ritrincian and the common tongue

occupation:  4th prince of Ritrinc

species:  human

appearance:

faceclaim:  lucas lynggaard tønnesen

voice claim:  Miguel Veloso

height: 5'7

build:  fit and lean

eyes:  Baby blue

hair:  strawberry blonde, loose spiral curl pattern, likes to grow it out until he is forced to get it cut

other distinguishing features:  covered in freckles, has "delightfully crooked teeth", blonde eyelashes

personality:

likes:  painting, laying naked in the sun, the sea, swimming, traveling, being amongst the commonfolk, , singing, horses, warm baths, stories, music, naps, boykissing

dislikes  haircuts, being treated like a child, not being able to go outside, shoes and stuffy clothing, cockiness, his temper, being used

fears: dying alone, being king, spiders, being lost at sea, being kidnapped

hobbies:  painting, taking care of animals, candle making

skills:  pan flute, harp, painting, singing

quirks:  hates clothing, so it's often to find him in minimal clothes. He tends to speak slower when he lies. Suffers from selective mutism

pet peeves:  poor hygiene, passive agressiveness, bragging

family:

mother:  esme saewine

father:  calder saewine

siblings: bellamy saewine, solomon saewine

spouse / lover:  none

children:  none

pets:  A Piebald Friesian horse named Eartha

faves:

time of the day / night:  Sunrise

colours:  sky blue, moss green, emerald green, periwinkle, tumbleweed

songs:  anything played on a harp

other random stuff:

a cherished item:  His lyre

usual mood:  relaxed and lifted

dreams: to be a famous artist or to be a muse in someone's writings