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𝔦𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔯𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔰𝔪𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔭𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔰. 🍂🪵🕯️
#autumn#autumm#autumn aesthetic#scent#smell#smells#Fire#campfire#sweaters#warm#cozy#cozycore#cozy aesthetic#cozy vibes#cozy cottage#autumn cozy#warm and cozy#leaves#fall#the fall#fall leaves#autumn leaves#woods#Forrest#academia#aesthetic#classic academia#dark academia#cinnamon roll#warmcore
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About the times when Alastor touched you and when he expected you to do it back.
☆彡 How in the world does the radio demon, who doesn't really like physical contact, end up looking for any excuse to have his hands on you?
☆ Reader is g/n; no pronouns or y/n are used.
☆ Warnings: not really. Does a mental breakdown count as a warning? Alastor is a warning itself yk.
☆ English isn't my first language, so if there's any mistake I sorry-
You noticed that Alastor didn't like people's proximity when you first arrived at the hotel and he didn't even try to shake your hand. There, with your hand on the air, you stand waiting for his shake as you observe his ramblings about a whole different subject—not that you mind about all the weird souls that can be met in hell—watching him around the other hotel staff, you confirm it.
After a couple of days in the hotel and witnessing his power display, you made a mental note to not mess with him. That being said, you didn't really want to touch him.
You were a very touchy person, content to hug Pentious when you first saw him around in the morning or cuddle on the couch with Angel before he started to make a lewd comment about his job and you just ended up leaving him alone. Nifty seemed to enjoy being all over you, sitting on your shoulders while you were reading or just playing with your hair.
Another one who was happy about your touchy personality was Charlie, but she is just happy about everything.
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It started a month from your arrival.
Alastor, being a self-proclaimed gentleman, didn't seem to be aware of your not touching Alastor rule, he started holding the door open for you then creating a shadow to lift up that heavy box that you needed to move, and you ended up—it was hard for you—just trying to move up your body away so you didn't end up too close to him, but he seemed to love your personal space so much.
One time, you were in the hallway, not really aware of your surroundings, until you felt an arm around your shoulders. When you heard his static voice, you froze on your steps, slowly turning your head to see him there, standing with that so-known smile of his. When he started to walk, still holding you, talking about that great idea for the hotel, you just couldn't pay so much attention. Your mind is running on thoughts about his proximity.
This wasn't the only time he ended up having you close to him; being honest, it seems to have a personal liking to your presence. You doubt he was like that before your arrival (as you already spoke with Charlie about it), but he could be found anywhere you were. If you ended up helping fix the balcony fence, he was there behind you—you're glad he's at least silent—or when you are in the bar just scrolling through your phone and he is watching you from the other side of the room, not wanting to be near your technology artifacts, is he just trying to drive you mad? Even though that look of his seems to be asking for something you don't know, you won't ask what it is. Just wait to see how it goes.
His touch soon became more frequent. You often end up with your own theory that it's something involuntary, like something he doesn't even notice by the way it feels, like deep in the end he just wants to be touched but don't know how to ask for it. But with that demon, nothing is sure; everything he does used to be planned. That's why you found yourself confused and don't want to test your luck.
When you are in the lobby in the middle of one of Charlie's activities and his arm ends up holding you by his side.
Or when he just kisses the back of your hand every time you first see him in the morning and every time he leaves, no exceptions, that confusing look of his is always there.
Just about that, your hands—he often takes your hands. While you are in the kitchen and waiting for the pasta on the stove, one of your hands is resting on the counter as you hold a recipe book, reading the next steps. He's by your side the whole time; one of his hands takes your free hand, making you pause your reading and look at him in surprise for the sudden action. He says nothing, and both of you are standing there in silence until you have to go back to cook. However, he doesn't seem to want to let you go yet because he will follow you as you move around the kitchen.
From them, it seems that everyone is aware of this weird Alastor thing.
Nobody talks about it though—you are surprised as they have stayed out of the subject, just making silent bets about the cause of this behavior of his—but you know it wouldn't take long for someone to talk about it.
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The last time he put his hands on you, you were scared. So much has passed since the last time you felt this way. Anxious and terrified, everything around you was spinning; you had to run away from the hotel activities all day.
When Alastor found you in your room, you were a mess, all your stuff scattered around the room. You saw him from your seat in a corner on the other side of the room; the only candle in the nightstand seemed to be dead soon. He just stood there in front of you; you didn't even try to look up at him, just his shoes. You can tell so much about someone else by his shoes; his shoes seemed almost perfectly clean even after destroying his enemies. He's such a collected person that it scares you.
"Why, dear, would you look at me?" Alastor surely doesn't enjoy being ignored; you know that. You just couldn't find the strength to move when he spoke to you. It passed almost 5 minutes before you turned your head up, and he was so patient with you the whole time. "What is that troubling your mind, dear?"
You didn't respond right away; you're not sure how much time passed until you did it.
"It's just... everything." Your hands run around your face as you try not to have an attack right away in front of him. "I'm so scared, Alastor."
He just smiled; nothing was said; he didn't even try to touch your shoulder or hold you; he just smiled with that now so common smile of his, —you could swear it was the biggest smile you had seen on his face —one of his arms extended to you.
You have no idea why you did what you did; maybe he asked you directly, or you imagined it all, or his eyes showed what he wanted, or the candle in your room was one of Angel's drugs, or you just simply had a death wish. You don't know.
But you hugged him—just a hug—so hard that you could break his bones. When you took conscience about what you were doing, you tried to back down, not knowing how he could react to your contact.
But he didn't let you; his arm took you by the waist, and his staff was forgotten on the ground when he held your head against his shoulder.
You now understand why he always touched you. While you hands grabbed fists of his coat, he held you so tight, like it wasn't enough, and you just needed to be closer to him forever; he didn't want anything else.
So he did, he didn't let you go for a single moment that night; even when you were in bed, he held your hand the whole time. He just let you go the next morning when Vaggie insisted he needed to go do his job, even so he wouldn't forget to kiss your hand before he left. The ghost of his touch accompanied you all the time; it was like your body grew so used to his presence and his touch that you could feel it as a part of you.
Touch Starved! Alastor folks!!! Alastor is such an interesting character to write! I want ro respect him so bad.
Likes and reblogs are appreciated 💞
#alastor x reader#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel#istg this man smells like wood and coffee#nicolines
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“I like to think so, I think having an open mind, is pretty important part of being a teacher. It means I never judge them, I listen, I try to understand,” she said with a little shrug. "I mean, that depends on who you ask, there’s probably some old gens somewhere that can be a little bit bigoted,” Connie gave a small laugh. “But It general most people are nice. We’re all just people living.”
Though the girl paused, raising a brow at his expression. What had she said? She’d only talked about the town, her students, college. Maybe she was being a little paranoid, but she was his expression had changed for a brief moment.
“At Princeton?” she asked, trying her best to keep her cool. “English and some history. Then I did my postgrad in further English and followed by my teaching qualification.” She managed a little laugh. “Something more? I am certain most places have their secrets or sorts,” she said, trying to sound cool. She’d done this for years. “Oh, I am sure they’d love bringing that show to this sort of town. Would make for good paranormal TV.”
She raised a brow this time. “I am sorry to hear about your parents. You never knew any of your family at all?” She paused. “Like your family history and stuff?”
"Aren't you a compromising one," Ashed looked amused. "Is that how you teach your little ones then?" He listened as Connie elaborating more on Hexmore.
"It's extremely quaint and charming. Rather very old world - European, that is. I keep expecting to unearth a bit of 'charming' bigotry buried underneath the peaceful exterior, but...Hexmore doesn't seem to have any of that."
Ashed blinked lazily at Connie when she mentioned Princeton - eighteen years old. Quick math averaged the year she was New Jersey...and suddenly Ashed's eyes flared wide.
Ashed and his dad had been in Princeton that year, looking into a possible werewolf savaging the Princeton Tigers. Ashed had no clue about basketball, but he did like the team name. Ashed had assumed the guise of a TA, which allowed him access almost everywhere...including a remote forested area. Ashed had expected to find co-eds frolicking in drunk party-mode. Or perhaps a fraternal secret society, engaging in obnoxious hazing of new initiates.
Instead, he found a young girl - a student, and possibly others. And the strangest smells in the woods...
"What did you study there?" he asked. Connie had her own questions, even a little Disney joke; but Ashed pushed the humour aside for now. "I'd say this town is the most unique place I've visited in America. I might even say there's something more going on, that I can't quite put my finger on. I'd invite paranormal investigators to come check it out - you know, the ones with their chintzy telly shows where they yell at ghosts under night-vision goggles."
He leaned in, staring at Connie a bit more intently now. "My parents were estranged from great-Aunt Aqsa. I came here to find out why, as my parents are dead now."
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ID: three drawings showing from left to right, jet, zuko and sokka from avatar the last air bender as children from the waist up. Left jet is slouching with his arms crossed, body facing left, head angled looking to the right. He has a licorice wood in his mouth. Center is zuko frowning, looking to the left. On the right is sokka about to trow a snowball, small pink tongue peaking out of his mouth. "chiptrillino . 2023" is written faintly on the bottom of sokkas parka. "please don't repost" is written on the left side of the green square behind jet End ID
dug these up again after the nice anon ask
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if you want to deal with all my reblogs may I direct your attention to my side only my artworks blog?
@chiptrillino-art
#chip!art#atla#jet#zuko#sokka#i just... i get it why its a wheed stalk and licorice wood is maybe not everywhere aviable#but it has taste!!!#jet can chew on it!#and i like the idea that his breaths smells like it when he grows up!#and katara and zuko end up sort of bonding over absolutley not liking the taste but odly having grown found of it.#but like hell they ever admit it out loud#zuko: ... would it be weird if we get some just to chew on it?#katara: i am over him so yes!
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Frank with a beard.
That's all, that's the post.
#for people who haven't seen this or frank with a beard in general#here you go#I hate this fucking guy!!#he looks like he smells of gas and the woods#(I love him though)#s1ushyz#my chemical romance#mcr#gerard way#frank iero#my chem#mikey way#ray toro
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Menorah no. 3 coming along nicely
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?? 😭😭 (x)
#russell adler#frank woods#cod: black ops 6#cod: bo6#black ops 6#god I wanna hear their nam stories so bad#i know it was a terrible experience but just imagine woods mason and adler trying to fall asleep#and the smell of woods socks is keeping adler and mason awake the whole night
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obscura smell hcs because i can't sleep
oleander: see, i was going to say he wears that really strong type of cologne most men wear, and I DO THINK HE DOES but more accurately he has a colection of different colognes for different occasions
keir: nothing? i don't think he has a particular smell. he probably just smells like whatever place he just left like most people do idk
francesco: he smells really nice :) he also wears cologne but it's a softer(? kind of scent like vanilla or cinnamon, something like that
cirrus: i know this is inaccurate i feel it in my soul but when i look at him i can't help thinking he smells like hand sanitizer or detergent. to put it more sweetly, he smells like freshly washed sheets
#kari smells like wood i think#what kind? idk i dont feel like doing the research rn#obscura vn#keir#francesco#oleander#cirrus
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You know those wooden dinosaur skeleton models you can buy from museum gift shops, that are usually simple and variably off-model? I used to have a tripod Tyrannosaurus back when I was a kid decades ago.
So there's a company in Chile that makes those, but scientifically accurate! Wonder Artistic Models. I've known about them for couple years now, I think, but after losing my job couldn't afford to buy one.
Untill now.
They had a pretty big discount campaign last month and hey, guess how that went.
Oh, boy, let's see how well this goes!
#the models themselves aren't actually too expensive most of the time#but fedex shipping to Finland cost about the same as the model itself#(more actually since the model price was discounted)#145 pieces oh boy!#the laser cut wood smells nice though!#the jaw and skull are articulated!#and tail has couple joints too
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My jaw dropped when I saw that unmasked alpha
I'm clawing at the walls
Rattling the bars
He is gorgeous
NOT BORING.
I'm so glad you like him 🥹 I did a little sketch of him just to play with his design.
#I like to think he smells like burning wood#idk what kind of wood though#I wonder who he's getting so angy at#alpha ghoul#fire ghoul#nameless ghoul#unmasked ghouls#the band ghost#ghost bc#ghost the band#my art#asks answered#asks are always appreciated
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I am unironically proud of this
(ppssssst- my commissions r open btw)
#he's so so smelly#man smells of death#my art#creepypasta fandom#digital art#creepypasta#creepypasta fanart#jeff the killer x y/n#jeff the killer fanart#jeffery woods#jeff the killer#blood tw#blood
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Themed & furnished CC free lot!!! Tiny House #10 - 🧱 Usonian House 🪨
Tiny 3x1 lot!
Usonian style house! Think Frank Lloyd Wright
so much wood it might be a fire hazard!
brick, massive sunlight gathering windows + lots of plants!
not one single round edge! this is all about the 90° angle
Download - Tiny House #10 - Usonian House
updated 9/30 to include the lot :D thanks @imredtee
#sims 2 download#ts2 download#sims 2 cc#ts2 cc#ts2cc#sims 2 cc free lot#this is one of my favorite builds <3#you can practically smell the cig smoke and library dust#so much wood so much#and I'd never noticed before but everything so square so rectangle
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Under the Beautyberry, Aug 2024, ink (brush & fountain pen).
Species from the understory of the oak forests interspersed on the east edge of the North American great plains, here is a Bobcat (Lynx rufus) capturing a Mourning Dove (Zenaida macroura), and plants that provide food for the dove and others like it. Plant species shown, clockwise from the top: American beautyberry (Callicarpa americana), Coralberry (Symphoricarpos orbiculatus), Little barley (Hordeum pusillum), Sideoats grama (Bouteloua curtipendula), and Canada wild rye (Elymus canadense). I hope one day I am able to learn some of the indigenous names for the plants I have begun to know.
#my art#artists on tumblr#wildlife illustration#bobcat#mourning dove#great plains#prairies#two colors of ink in this one. mostly my fav copper noir#but I think I will try some color washes for better contrast on the next piece#several of these grasses were used for their grains by indigenous people iirc#the beautyberry leaves can also be used as insect repellant! they have a very nice smell. beautiful understory shrub#sideoats is sort of an edge species. I'm taking the teeniest bit of artistic license putting the sideoats next to the Elymus tbh. this#would have to be in very specific wooded edge light conditions to work out. I really like sideoats ok#should this have a warning tag for animal death#american beautyberry#described#update added the alt text!
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#vanilla#food#rabbit hole#old book smell#topsoil#wood spirits#paper mills#slavery#orchids#plants#biochemistry#food science#meme#free range sustainable shitpost#troglodyte thoughts#like seriously this has been the best wikiwalk ever
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