#underrated perfumes

[haveusmelledthisperfume]

Have you smelled this perfume?

The Halloween brand isn't named because the scents are spooky--rather, the original Halloween was launched on Halloween so it seemed like a fitting name. Halloween Kiss by Halloween (sometimes credited to J. del Pozo) is at once floral, aquatic, and chocolatey, befitting the candy-coated holiday it shares a name with. It might not be scary, but Halloween's scents are usually big crowd pleasers. have you smelled it?

[wintr-wandr]

My art of Aromatisse/フレフワン is included in Start Deck Generations/スタートデッキGenerations, now available in Japan! Thank you for your support!

[hoforwonho]

PERFUME Yubin

[fancyemmabovary]

Allure sensuelle edt by Chanel

Notes of patchouli, pink pepper, vanilla, bergamot, dried fruits, vetiver, amber

[oblivion-wonderlust]

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THE SMELL OF PATCHOULI OH MY GOD

[wintfleur]

ꔫ lavender and vanilla

°. — pairings ( Oscar piastri x fem! reader )

°. — summary ( oscar was such a good boyfriend, he always took such good care of you. Now it’s your turn to take care of him and help him relax after a stressful day )

°. — details ( g; fluff. w; kissing, slightly suggestive at the end. wc; 1.9k )

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( I came up with the whole plot in the shower listening to ‘motions’ by Naomi Scott, I highly recommend giving the song a listen, her music is so good and sooo underrated. Is anyone a doctor? Because I need my mind to be cleaned from all the Oscar brain rot I have…I can’t focus on anything but him! ˙ᵕ˙ )

“Keep on going to the daylight, if it feels right” you sang along to one of your favorite songs, your voice echoing through the lavish hotel bathroom. You didn’t have to worry about being quiet since you were the only one in the room, and you knew that neighboring hotel rooms were empty, the occupants all at the track. It was a late Thursday, and from the text you received a few minutes ago from your boyfriend, you knew he would be walking through the front door of the room; any minute now and you couldn't wait anymore. 

You missed your boyfriend dearly, you had stayed at the hotel all day only going out a few times to get some things, while he was stuck at the track for press conferences and getting ready for Friday and the weekend. You knew by the time Oscar walked through those doors he would be absolutely exhausted, he hated having to do media. Hours earlier you laid in bed wearing one of Oscars hoodie, breathing in his scent and wishing he was there to keep you warm instead. 

You had been scrolling through your phone, looking through all the pictures of you and him. There were some pictures of you and him when the two of you were younger-and strictly just friends. Then pictures of the two of you on the dates and vacations he would take you on, you were so happy. He took such good care of you, and now that's all you wanted to do. So, you got out of bed, got dressed and went out to get some things for tonight. Determined to have tonight be relaxing for your boyfriend. 

And now here you are hours later, sitting on the edge of the huge bathtub watching as the hot water fills up the tub and mixes with some of the lavender oil you put in. The scent of the lavender water and the few vanilla scented candles you had placed around the bathroom created the perfect aroma. The cold edge of the tub caused goosebumps to appear on your thighs, your body just itching to get in the hot water.

You heard the familiar sound of the front door unlocking and opening and the faint sound of your boyfriend calling your name. A big smile spreads on your watermelon Chapstick flavored lips (his favorite) and you quickly shut off the water before basically skipping out of the bathroom and into the large room. Your eyes immediately go to the bed where you see your boyfriend's back, his shoulders sagged as he dropped his phone and keys on the bed, his backpack on the ground. 

Oscar quickly turns to face you when he hears your footsteps, a smile appearing on his tired face at the sight of you. He had also missed you dearly. He had only a few seconds to get a good look at you before you threw yourself in his arms, your arms around his neck and his arms tightly wrapped around your waist. Oscar nuzzled his face into your neck, taking a deep breath and taking in the smell of your perfume, his favorite smell. 

“Hi pretty girl” he mumbled into your neck, his tone showing how tired he was. He pulled as close to him as he could, his hands massaging your hips. 

“Hi handsome” you beamed, your hands trailing down his arms as you pulled away from the hug. Oscar kept his hands on your hips as you took a step back, his eyes took in the sight of you. You were wearing a pair of green silk shorts that stopped in the middle of your thighs, and a matching camisole. Your hair was pulled back with a ribbon, you looked absolutely beautiful. 

“Look at you, all dolled up for me?” Oscar purred as he moved one of his hands from your waist, to cup your cheek; his thumb caressing your cheekbone softly. You leaned your face against his hand before whispering sweetly “I have a lot more for you to.” 

Oscar raises his eyebrow at your words and a smile adorns his face, curious on what you mean by that. You say nothing as you grab onto his hand and pull him into the bathroom. As he steps into the bathroom, he's hit with the relaxing smell of lavender and vanilla and the soft sound of music playing from your phone. When Oscar sees the filled-up bath, he realizes what you meant, and he can't help but ask “What's all this for?” 

“You always take such good care of me Oscar, i want to take care of you tonight” you expressed softly as you looked lovingly into his eyes, pulling him closer to the hot bath. Oscar smiled at your words, he was so lucky to have such a caring and loving girlfriend like you. Oscar brings your hand he was holding to his face and places a soft kiss on the top of your hand before saying “Well let's not wait any longer then.” 

You giggled at your boyfriend's eager tone, you let go of his hand before taking a step back from him, your hands going to your shorts to get undressed. Oscar takes his focus off you and instead focuses on undressing himself, sneakily looking back at you a few times. Oscar lets out a loud chuckle when he feels you slap him on the back with your top, when you catch his stare on your bare chest. 

You grab your clothes and pick up Oscars that he left on the floor with a roll of your eyes. He had a habit of leaving his clothes in the middle of the floor. You set the clothes on the counter while Oscar slowly sinks into the hot bath. Oscar lets out a heavy breath, his eyes closing as he rolls his shoulders, the hot water and lavender already doing wonders on his tense body. 

You lifted your leg and dipped your toe in the water, testing to see how the water is. It was hot enough to give you tingles, but not too hot for you to want to get out. Oscar lifts his head from leaning back against the edge of the tub and opens his eyes when he feels you slowly sink into the water. You had your back to him, and you were sitting between his legs, the bath was big enough for three, so you had no trouble fitting. 

Oscar let his arms dip under the hot water, where he grabbed onto your waist and pulled you back against him, the water sloshing at the fast movement. You leaned back against him, your head on his chest. Oscar smiled and rested his hands on your lower half, whispering in your ear “Now that's better.” 

You absentmindedly start playing with his fingers as you tilt your head to see him, he was already looking down on you; a smile on his lips, the tense look he had already gone. You were happy to see that. You spoke in a soft tone “is it too hot? I can put in some cold water if it is.” 

“No, it's perfect, don't worry…just like you” he trailed off into a whisper at the end, chuckling when he noticed how flustered you got from his words. You look forward and watch the dancing flames coming from the gas fireplace that was in the wall. The two of you relaxed in silence, and you silently debated if you should ask him what's been stressing him out lately. You have known Oscar for a long time, so you were quick to realize that something has been bothering him, and you had an idea it was work related. You wanted to reassure him, but you also didn't want to ruin the moment. 

“What has got you thinking so hard baby?” Your boyfriend's voice breaks you out of your thoughts, one of his hands moving up to softly massage your arm. He could see it in your eyes, that there was something on your mind. Seeing as he noticed, you took that as a sign to ask him about it. 

“I’ve noticed you have been stressed more than usual lately, is everything okay?” 

“Just some race related things, nothing for you to worry about” Oscar spoke in a reassuring tone, he didn't want to bother you with his silly nerves especially since he knew it was over nothing. Oscar's hands absentmindedly trace random patterns on your stomach, his eyes focused on your side profile. 

“I always worry about you osc, you know that” you spoke sweetly as you turned your body slightly to face him more, your leg draping over his leg. Oscar sat up straighter and rested one of his hands on your thigh, softly caressing it. Hoping that you wouldn't notice how red he got from your words, you meant so much to him. 

“I know, but I’d tell you if it was something serious” Oscar promised before placing a kiss on your shoulder, smiling when he sees the goosebumps that form from his touch, placing a few more delicate kisses on your neck. You smile before whispering “Promise?” 

“Pinky promise” Oscar chuckles as he lifts his hand from your thigh and holds out his pinky. You join him in laughter at the sight of his pinky before breaking out into a smile, you interlock your pinky with his. Oscar leans closer to you and takes your lips in a soft kiss, only pulling away to whisper against your lips “I love you.” 

“I love you” You whisper back, bringing your hand up from the water to cup his cheek and capture his lips in a kiss. Oscar was eager to kiss you back, following your lead as you took charge of the kiss. You tilted your head as you deepened the kiss, sucking his bottom lip into your mouth and teasingly biting it, causing your boyfriend to moan against your lips. 

Oscar felt himself slipping deep into the kiss, his mind getting foggy at the feeling of your plump lips against his. The feeling of the water dripping down his neck from your hand gave him tingles and he felt his breath being sucked away from you. You rested your palm against his rib cage and slowly pulled away when you felt him pant during the kiss. A small smirk adoring your face at the sight of your flustered and panting boyfriend. 

Oscar still had his eyes closed as he tilted his head back, his lips were parted as he tried to catch his breath. His lips were red from the bruising kiss the two of you shared. If Oscar was stressed before, he definitely wasn’t now because all he could think about was you and your dangerously addictive lips. You felt his chest rise and fall under your hand, you leaned down and placed a delicate kiss on Oscar’s collarbone before turning back around; your back to him. 

You let yourself lean back against Oscar, your knees coming up to your chest and poking out of the water, the cool air hitting your legs causes goosebumps to littler your legs. Oscar—who still had his eyes closed, moved his hands to rest on your stomach again. You closed your eyes as well, finding comfort in being in your lover’s arms. You could tell that the water was starting to get warmer, and the lavender scent was becoming dull, but you weren’t ready to get out yet. 

“Oscarr” you couldn’t help but let out a whine when you feel something poke at your lower back, of course your boyfriend wouldn’t be able to control himself. You glance back at him to see him giving you a sheepish smile, his cheeks red. 

“What? You can't kiss me like that and then expect me not to get hard.” 

°. — taglist ( @iloveyou3000morgan )

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( I’m not sure how I feel about this one, it’s kinda rushed at the end but I just really wanted to get this out. but omg Oscar!! I’m so proud of him! He’s absolutely killing it! )

[hopeastrz]

𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒🪷 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄!.

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑: 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫/𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 + 𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐭.

𝟕𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧 may indicate having a serious spouse, disciplined, neat and works hard to make fortune for his family, you’ll have a stable and long marriage due to saturn influence, but there will be many lessons to learn along the way.

𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 are born to be mothers, you can’t convince me otherwise, they just have this caring aura around them that resembles a hug!.

𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 especially 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐧/𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 I’ve seen or talked too always tend to be over thinkers, and i know that this might’ve been said before but it’s really one of their prominent traits, they are usually 25/8 nervous and they tend to be a bit perfectionistic.

Having 𝟏𝟏°, 𝟐𝟑° 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭 tells you where you may be original or a trendsetter.

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝟏𝟏°,𝟐𝟑° your ideas, your voice may be unique, if you’re an author or just like writing in general you tend to create unique literature pieces that are considered quite creative.

𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝟏𝟏°, 𝟐𝟑° your style is original, what you wear, makeup you apply on your face, or even perfumes you buy may be quite underrated or unique etc..

Having 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐨, 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝟖°, 𝟐𝟎° 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟏𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 may indicate going through many transformations with your friendships, they are always unstable, changing and evolving, also you may be the type to change personalities and sacrifice lots of things for your friends, please be careful and don’t get way too attached.

Having 𝐧𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞, 𝐏𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝟏𝟐°, 𝟐𝟒° 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟕𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 may indicate always attracting relationships with people that are calm, like serene or just way too quiet (one may even say secretive) on the outside but freakiest people to exist on the inside, one of my friends has this placement and her boyfriend barley speaks when he’s around us, but when he calls her and thinks we can’t hear him let me tell you.. that man becomes a whole different person, its kinda fascinating to be honest, neptune illusionary influence doesn’t fail to impress me.

𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 are hot as hell, both figuratively and well… literally no like they need to chill please calm down a bit you guys are really really fiery, always on your feet and ready to throw hands if someone angers you, seems cliché i know but it’s the truth.

𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟐𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 is one of my favorite placements to have, and i believe that it indicates fame and having a very beautiful spouse, also a very ethereal beauty.

I also noticed something a weird pattern on a whim but why does 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 tend to work on medical fields and 𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 may excel quite well in companies, relations and business in general.

𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐧>>>>>>> that’s it.

If they have earth placements combined with fire placements you won at life.

I have 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝟏𝟓° 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞, many people have told me that my voice is soothing and beautiful, i also love singing!.

[daybringersol]

idea : a shop that sells xenogender-affirming and/or otherkin-affirming perfumes and colognes. like a perfume that make you smell like a woodland fairy, or an old rusty contruct, or a moldy crypt, or even just a wolf. do you get my vision. if that exists already please send me a link. i feel like smell is such an underrated way of self-expression, like its so subtle yet impactful, you can basically associate yourself to anything of your liking in the mind of other people, and they probably will never think it was on purpose. also since in horror writing, smell is often used to demote that something is off with a usually supernatural character i feel like it could work wonders for nonhuman folks.

Edit: I’d recommend looking in the reblogs for recommendations if you find this idea interesting. Also, here’s an Etsy collection [link] with some cool scents for this !

[dreamingkitsunewrites]

Here's to you! My first prompt for the Spookinky2024 event, conceived by @tsukimefuku is finally here!

You'll find the rest of my JJKPENNYDREADFUL Halloween Series here This one is inspired by one of my favorite novels ever: the absurdly-underrated Perfume:The Story of a Murderer by Patrick Süskind. As usual, I've picked a song that matches the vibes of this fic! Warnings: dark and smut/nsfw content ahead (MDNI). Obsession, stalking,sexual descriptions, olfactophilia. Roughly proofread (English is not my first language) 1.8k words I’m pouring my soul into this series, I really hope someone will enjoy it. If you do, please feel free to interact and/or reblog! Thank you in advance for reading!🙏🏼

"For people could close their eyes to greatness, to horrors, to beauty, and their ears to melodies or deceiving words. But they couldn't escape scent. For scent was a brother of breath. Together with breath it entered human beings, who couldn't defend themselves against it, not if they wanted to live. And scent entered into their very core, went directly to their hearts, and decided for good and all between affection and contempt, disgust and lust, love and hate. He who ruled scent ruled the hearts of men." P.Süskind

Fall comes as a surprise, pushing summer away. It brings along a mix of smells, spreading them like tiny stars in the night sky: the smell of old smoke from chimneys, the sweet scent of cinnamon and pumpkin wafting from bakeries, and the fresh aroma of damp leaves in quiet woods. Every single smell, every tiny aroma unlocks a feeling, bounding the mind to the celebration of an ever-lasting memory.

Just a few days ago, you walked down the busy sidewalk during rush hour, trying to reach the subway. You mindlessly moved through a sea of students and workers. Huddled in your coat against the first autumn chill, you failed to notice the pale, stout man in unusual garb who had begun following you onto the subway platform.

The stranger,named Choso Kamo, is a half-cursed spirit, whose existence has always been bound to the ill-fated story of the mother, whose affection he couldn't know… her body had been exploited and abused to generate him and his beloved brothers until it collapsed, leaving him, the eldest of her sons, with the difficult burden of taking care of his brothers' cursed-wombs. He was now standing in the middle of the crowd with his usual vacant expression, surveying the many passersby as instructed by his associates… deep down, Choso knows they brought him back to life just to take advantage of his strength, but at least they have given him a purpose to pursue in his miserable life.

In the precise moment you mindlessly passed him by, adjusting your scarf around your neck, a gust of wind unleashed the essence itself of his renewed purpose: Choso found himself entranced by the intoxicating bouquet of your vibrant youth, sublimated in an ephemeral fragrance that danced upon the crisp evening air, weaving a spell that ensnared his senses. Enveloped in a tempest of longing, the crowd disappeared from the awareness of his senses,and he could think of nothing else but you, a siren call beckoning him to follow. With trembling resolve, he boarded the same train, trying to stay as close as possible to your graceful frame, in the desperate attempt of tracing the path back to your intoxicating perfume. He ended up following you up until your doorstep, now torn by an all-consuming obsession.

Night after night since then, Choso had been tormented by his desire, passing restless hours awake under the pale lunar light, when even his strong hands could not tame the wild hunger that throbbed and begged for release. At every nightfall, he surrendered to the echoes of his desire, rigid and raw, a prisoner of this exquisite torment, yearning for the touch that could soothe his restless soul. He vowed he would never find peace until he had found you. So Choso retraced your path, desperate to breathe in your sweet scent once more. He lurked in the shadows, stealing small tokens of your presence- discarded trinkets that bore the faintest whiff of your essence, each one a precious relic he hoarded within a secret chest, a shrine to the object of his obsession.

Your very existence had become a haunting, lingering thought, driving him to the brink of madness with an all-consuming desire to possess you. Choso found himself teetering on the precipice of madness, surprising even himself indulging in dark thoughts of violence, should any rival dare to encroach upon what he believed was rightfully his—the very breath of your existence, the haunting aroma of your skin.

(...)

And then came the witching hour, Halloween night—a tapestry woven with shadows, the spookiest eve of the year. While in the city streets echoes of children's laughter drift through the air, you languish in the solitude of your living room, binge watching the whole Scream series. You lay half asleep under a blanket on your couch, distracted by the dim glow of your flickering television, oblivious to the stranger spying on you just outside your window. Hidden by the welcoming veil of darkness, Choso bursts into the warmth of your apartment, drawn by an irresistible magnetism that thrums in the air. He slips through the half-open window of your bedroom, a tall, well built silhouette against the moonlit night, and the moment he crosses the threshold, he is engulfed by an intoxicating familiarity, a warmth that wraps around him like a silken shroud. His heart races, a frenetic drumbeat as his ravenous gaze roams the sacred space you occupy, etching every detail into his memory: the hue of the walls that cradle your secrets, the books piling atop your bedside table, the delicate arrangement of your bed adorned with ornamental pillows, each whispering tales of your essence.

Your very presence saturates the air, a heady perfume that drives him to the brink of madness. Yet, his brow furrows as it lands upon the disheveled heap of laundry piled carelessly in the corner. In that moment, all restraint shatters—his longing overcomes him. He dives into the chaos, seizing your garments, letting the subtle scent of your skin engulf him. In an instant, the pressure swells within his baggy pants, an undeniable urgency that demands release.

With a fervor that borders on the frenzied, Choso collapses onto your plush bed, a wild creature succumbing to the lust that consumes him. He sheds his loose robe, exposing the sculpted lines of his body, yearning to lose himself in the essence that lingers in your sanctuary. His hands, trembling and desperate, explore his length, as lost in an urgent trance, but it is not enough. His mind conjures up haunting visions of you—your soft skin beneath his fingertips, your lips parted in exquisite pleasure, your breasts quivering with each of his deep, ravenous thrusts.

Lost in a fevered reverie, he begins to grind against your pillows, surrendering to a trance where he imagines your warm, welcoming heat enveloping him. Clutching your underwear, the fabric cradled in his grip, he feels his knuckles whiten with the force of his need. Memories flood his mind—how your delicate hands had clutched your scarf in that crowded subway, and the thought of those soft fingers caressing him sends a shudder of bliss through his core. A moan escapes him, mingling with the scent of your freshly laundered linens, the bedspread now stained with white, thick stains of his desire.

His face twists with a rapturous anticipation, the gates to a forbidden paradise poised to swing open. But just as the world around him begins to blur into a cascade of ecstasy, you materialize at the threshold, your eyes wide with disbelief at the sight before you—a tall,pale sublime-looking stranger lays in your bed, lost in a primal dance of pleasure.

You stand transfixed, mesmerized by his unconventional beauty— you notice how his uncanny, unearthly features merge perfectly on his graceful face, etching a unique,twisted kind of charm on it: his curious hairstyle, the sharp line of his clenched jaw, those haunted eyes, their irises of golden honey, matching the unhealthy purplish puffiness beneath his eye; the tribal dark mark etched upon the his skin of his face his hair. You soon understand that you stand in front of a non-human creature…yet, your senses catch a glimpse of his kind soul, buried deep inside the shadows of his eyes. Rather than fear, a flicker of arousal ignites within you, an electric thrill coursing through your veins as you drink in the sight of this beautiful,mysterious demon.

He pauses, the moment stretching as you lock eyes—his pupils dilate, revealing a tempest of desire and hunger, yet glimmers of tenderness shimmer beneath the surface. In that gaze, you read an unspeakable promise—of safety, of reverence. Your heart quickens, and instead of retreating, you advance, a moth to his flame. You kneel down on the edge of the bed, your trembling fingers hovering over the mark crossing his face, the silent blossoming of a connection. He whimpers as your skin brushes against his,his gaze incredulous. A soft smile graces your lips, and he blushes under your father-light touch, the heat radiating off him palpable.

"You... You look so beautiful," he stammers, his voice grave, each breath a desperate whisper. In an instant, he rises, revealing his hardened desire—long and throbbing, its tip glistening with the evidence of his lust. He lunges,burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, finally rejoining with your essence. He feels overwhelmed by your presence, intoxicated by the heady mix of your unmistakable scent and a hint of a fresh thrill of anticipation that dances along the delicate curve of your neck.

“Finally…” he breathes against your skin, his dry lips grazing your soft flesh, igniting a fire that spreads through your body, causing you to arch into him, surrendering to the magnetic pull of his presence. And then, in a whirlwind of passion and primal instinct, he takes you—your senses clouded as he pins you to the bed, unleashing a torrent of fervor that leaves you gasping for breath: he runs his strong fingers through your silky, perfumed hair, now cascading freely on the pillow below your head, then he starts carefully peeling each layer of clothing off of your body, trying not to get lost in the enveloping scent unleashing with every garment falling to the ground, just like fragile, autumn leaves. The veins on his big, strong hands popping out under the pressure of his constrained need. Once you lay bare in front of him, he grabs the silky skin of your thighs, spreading them open as he buries his face in the spring of your essence. He breaths you in, needing to feel you, the purest you, straight into his lungs. His mind is clouded by the highest form of ecstatic haze, and his resolve falters…in this moment he would surrender to your every darkest order, he would be your puppet forever, exploiting his half-demonic strength for whatever purpose you put forward, you… his muse. And just like that, something inside of him snaps at the willingness conveyed through your half-lidded eyes and he releases the depths of his pent-up need on your body, worshiping every hidden corner of your skin.

You lay beneath him, quivering under the disclosure of a brand new, unearthly, unadulterated form of passion: you lose count of the waves of pleasure that crash over you, each thrust a divine revelation, each moan a prayer whispered into the dark. Words remain unspoken, yet the reverence in his touch, the fervent grunts that escape him, speak volumes of his devotion to you, body and soul.

As the night wanes, Choso pauses, drinking in the sight of your blissful surrender—a vision that etches itself into the very depth of his soul. In that moment, clarity washes over him; he grasps the essence of devotion. You are his goddess, and your bedroom, now steeped in the mingling scents of passion and your sweet essence, becomes a temple where he will forever worship.

Unleashed, his half-demonic nature finds solace in the storm of ecstasy, surrendering to the sanctity of your spread legs—the sacred gates to his paradise. Now that he has discovered his faith, he knows there is no turning back; he yearns for more than a mere taste of your forbidden fruit—the very essence of you, a heady nectar that lingers in the air, binding him to you eternally.

[catgirlspirals]

Underrated hypnosis thing: hypnotic perfume.

You’re cuddling with your domme, and she just smells so good that you find yourself being lulled into a trance as she softly whispers suggestions in your ear.

You’re at a party, standing in the corner awkwardly, when a tall, gorgeous woman walks up to you and strikes up a conversation. She’s so pretty and she smells so sweet and you’re so flustered that you don’t even notice as she presses closer to you, forcing you into the corner where the scent of her perfume is even more overwhelming. You don’t even notice as everyone else leaves, leaving you and her alone. You don’t even notice as her words shift from the small talk you’d been making to commands and suggestions, conditioning you into a perfect little plaything for her.

You’re in a department store near closing time, walking past the perfume counter, when one of the saleswomen sprays some perfume right in your face. Unthinkingly, you inhale, and your brain immediately starts to slow down. It’s the loveliest fragrance you’ve ever smelled, sweet and a little floral, with notes of something you can’t quite place. You turn to ask her what it is, but before you can even open your mouth she’s sprayed another puff of the perfume into your face. Your mind goes blank for a moment, overwhelmed by the scent and a sudden wave of lust, and that’s all the opportunity she needs. She sprays out a dozen or so more puffs of the perfume, filling the air with a faint pink cloud. You’ve figured out what’s going on at this point, and you know you should stop breathing it in… but it just smells so good. As she reaches out and runs her hand over your cheek, you inhale sharply… and in that moment you’re lost. Nothing in your head but the sweet, fragrant pink fog swirling around you and the unbearable neediness that makes even the slightest touch an explosion of pleasure. She grabs you by the wrist and leads you out to her car, spritzing you with more of her perfume along the way to make sure you stay docile and pliant. She buckles you into the passenger’s seat (you’re too far gone to do it yourself) and takes a surgical mask and a pair of headphones from the glove compartment. She sprays more perfume into the mask, making sure it’s saturated, and puts it on your face. Then she slips the headphones over your ears. As you drive, you hear the sound of your new mistress’s voice coming through the headphones. You can’t consciously make out any of the words, but that’s ok. Your subconscious is taking them all in. By the time you get to her house, you’re already deeply conditioned to worship and obey her. Come the next morning, you won’t be able to remember a life without her. By the end of the month, you’ll be on a flight with her to a new home where nobody will ever find you— and if she takes advantage of the long flight and close quarters to turn a few other passengers into new adoring slaves, you’ll be right there, already drenched in her special perfume, to help her lure them in.

I mean, just… god.

[rr311]

⇝ 𝖨𝗇𝖿𝗈 fluff, angst to comfort, BIG SOFTIE NANAMI 😔, crying, lots of crying.

⇝ 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍 you get left from you “date” so you have no other choice but to call your best friend..

⇝ 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 heyyy | (• ◡•)|,, been awhile since I updated but wanted to write something for the underrated trio 🙏, to be honest I’m not really proud of this one but since I haven’t updated In awhile I just went with It. hope you guys enjoyyy.

❝ 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻 ! ❞ 𝑮𝑶𝑱𝑶 𝑺, 𝑮𝑬𝑻𝑶 𝑺, 𝑵𝑨𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑰 𝑲.

☽｡⋆ 𝒈𝒐𝒋𝒐 you stood there, In the cold with arms wrapped around your side as you looked down feeling embarrassed. the previous tears you've shed were dried up, feeling empty and numb hearing the car turn off and a door opening. you wanted to look at him, but you couldn't, by the heavy and fast pace footsteps you could tell he was In middle of something when you called. feeling bad already enough, you felt more tears start to water In your eyes. when he warned you about this guy you knew you should've listened to him Instead of arguing with him. If you would have just listened and not been so stubborn you wouldn't be here shivering with half your makeup off your face, mascara stains on your cheeks, and the bit of foundation coming off, you looked a mess.

when satoru got that call from you, balling your eyes out he Instantly knew what happened, asking no questions going to pick you up. he wanted to tell you 'told you so!.' but by the way you were looking you were hurt so he didn't, he eyes softened with a small sigh taking off his work jacket, walking towards your stiff body wrapping you around It, pulling you Into his arms not carrying If you were wet. when you smelt his familiar perfume and slight bigger arms wrap around you, you started to break down, gripping his work shirt hiding your face. your soft whimpers and sniffles were being heard as satoru  rubbed his hand on your lower back, with his chin on your head saying nothing but sweet words to calm you down.

you had just gotten left by your suppose date, after the worst experience you've been through. the date was already a red flag when you seen how he acted with the waitress In front of you, how he was dry during conversations, brushing off anything you've tried to conversate with him and him being absolutely rude and insulting. after the dinner, he didn't even pay any mind of how he acted and to top It all of he left! he was your only ride to get back home considering you and satoru were still mad at each other for the other day, paying for the whole dinner getting left, standing their like an idiot. at that point you had no other choice but to call him..you didn't expect satoru to show up as he did. expecting he was going to Ignore you like he was the past couple of days but when he picked up you couldn't help but burst Into tears asking If he can come get you. and now.

here he Is.

arms wrapped around you, with his jacket on your arms to keep you warm, calming you down. you both stood there for a little awhile starting to calm down some, taking deep breathes In and deep breathes out, when satoru felt as you were relaxed he pulled back lifting your face to look at him. he felt pissed. how could some dude treat a women like this? his grip on your face tightened a little, your make up was ruined, your eyes were all watery and red from the crying, hair a mess..he could really punch the crap out of the guy If he could find him but In this moment he only cared about you. you tried to pull your face away from his hand getting self conscious about how you look right now but he only kept you there, looking at you with soft eyes. there was no more anger or pettiness It was just soft gentle blue eyes staring Into your e/c ones, again you started to feel your eyes water, tears coming down your cheek but before they could he used his thumb to wipe them away, "stop." he mumbled, "stop crying. he's not worth your tears sweetheart," he said with a gentle voice wiping away every tear that fell, he had to admit you looked so pretty when you cried.

weird thing to say but It was the truth. you looked so beautiful even right now, you didn't say anything but just placed your head back on his chest holding him like he was going to leave nodding your head, "you're right.." you whispered with. small voice clenching your hands on his shirt, satoru sighed once more holding you. "let's go back to my place yeah?."

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when you looked at the time you hadn’t realize how long you've been up for. you could only sigh In disappointment, reaching for the towel to dry yourself off, once you two got back to satoru's apartment he gave you spare clothes of his to change Into and a towel for you to take a shower and get yourself cleaned up. the warm water relaxed your tense and cold muscles, groaning from the warmth washing off all the dirty off your body. when you were done drying off, putting on spare undies you carry around with you, sliding on the sweatpants and hoodie you could Instantly smell him. satoru's smell always comforted you when you were In a bad state and right now..you needed this. you grabbed the wet dress and everything off the floor, leaving the bathroom towards the living room. satoru was on the couch with the tv on low scrolling through his phone but when he heard your small footsteps he turned his head to face you, "where should I put these..?" you asked, satoru pointed at the laundry room, "jus put them with the dirty clothes, I'll wash em tomorrow." you nodded your head doing what he said.

when you came back, satoru was In the kitchen pouring himself a small glass of whiskey with a stress look, he looked upset. you wanted to ask what was wrong but you were Interrupted by him, "did you eat?." you nodded your head hugging yourself, "yes." he nodded his head, downing the small glass facing you again, "you tired?." again you nodded your head mumbling a small yes looking away, you don't know why It's so awkward but you guys haven't spoke for a week. It was weird. satoru hummed, placing the glass In his sink walking towards you to lead you to his room. "you can take my bed, I'll sleep on the couch." you didn't want to be alone after what happened, when you seen him reach for a pillow you grabbed his hand holding It with a tight grip, shooting his head up to look at you, "what's wrong?." "..I don't wanna be alone." you mumbled tightening your grip afraid he was going to let go, satoru felt the pressure In his hand looking down at your hand holding his with a small smile. "I'll be In here soon, let me go change and I'll be right back."

after satoru changed into something more comfortable, he laid In bed with you, Instantly going to cuddle him feeling warmth engulf your own, arms wrapped around his body. head In the crook of his neck, he caressed his thumb along your waist feeling your soft breathes die down to sleeplessness ones sighing, no matter how hard he tried to stay mad at you he couldn't. he cared about you so damn much he couldn't stay mad for too long, you were stubborn. he was stubborn, you guys were just a like which made you two Instantly click. he just wished you had better picks for men..maybe even him..? ugh. what am I talking about. she'll never go for someone like me..satoru huffed to himself shaking out the thought of you guys ever being together tightening his grip around you pulling you closer. but he couldn't help but have the thought.

maybe one day she will.

☽｡⋆ 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒐 he was surprised to see your number dialing his at this time of night, 10:45 to be exact picking up his phone to see your contact popped up, 'y/n Is calling' his eyebrows furrowed with confusion, swiping right to answer. when you seen the call go through you couldn't help but shake on your words, "this better be Important." you could hear the hint of annoyance In his voice, "s-suguru .." Is all you could get out biting back obvious tears but the way your voice became weak and shaky he sat up quick, "hey, what's wrong?." his gentle voice spoke, hugging yourself as you looked down at the concrete floor, "can y-you come get me please.." by the sound of ruffling and keys being heard behind the phone he hummed, "send me your location."

after what seemed like a minute, you heard the familiar engine pull up In the parking lot, looking up to see suguru stepping out the car with a worried look. when you saw him you couldn't help but feel tears swell up again, you stood up to do the walk of shame towards him, feeling his arms hug you as you Instantly started to break down crying. "what's wrong? what happened?." he asked with a worried voice feeling your body shake lightly from the heavy tears that spilt, you tried to speak about what happened but It was drowned by whimpers and mumbles, he couldn't understand what you were trying to say. not knowing what to do he rubbed your back up and down closing his eyes to focus on you. your head was on the crook of his necks feeling wetness on his neck but he didn't care at the moment. he only cared about you. your grip around him tightened, holding him close to you as possible trying to calm yourself down.

being In suguru's arms always calmed you down during overwhelming situations like this, his warm arms wrapped around your cold body leaning Into him more. your legs felt weak, you felt drained, you felt as If you were gonna pass out any minute now from all the crying you did before he got here. you clenched your fists on his shirt one last time before you felt your body completely shut down, suguru felt you go weak Into his arms, eyes widening as he caught you. you were out cold, sound asleep with shallow breathes. he could only sigh lifting you up bridal style, walking to his car, never In a million years would he ever see you this low because of a guy. your beautiful face was ruined by tears because of this guy, he clicked his tounge tightening his grip on you feeling himself get angry. he knew from the gut that something like this was gonna happen, he hated to be mean but your choices of men are quit questionable.

he clicked his tongue shaking his head focusing on you. he couldn't take you home, because he didn't wanna leave you alone so his choice was to bring his to his house.

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when you guys got to his apartment, the first thing he did was get you out the dress you had on, replacing It with one of his hoodies and sweat pants. after that he laid you In his bed, going Into the bathroom to take a shower before laying down with you. you were sleeping soundlessly, clenching one of his pillows as your eyebrows furrowed burrowing your head deeper Into the sheets, he smiled. you were so cute. he could definitely treat you better then that asshole, but shaking off the thought he went to take his shower. 15 minutes go by and the water turns off, with a wet suguru stepping ontop of the mat getting his towel to dry himself off. when he got done drying himself off he wrapped the towel around his waist, walking out the bathroom to his closet to pick out night wear, he grabbed a pair of boxers and pj pants. you wouldn't mind him sleeping shirtless right? he thought shrugging to himself, walking out the closet to his bed.

you were still knocked out. you were really tired. he sighed walking to his bed to get underneath the covers Instantly wrapping his arms around you pulling you close to his chest. you shifted at the new warmth, moving your head a little to smell his comforting scent sighing to yourself moving closer to his warmth. he smelt so good. suguru tensed a bit feeling your head In the crook of his neck, sighing with shaky breathes practically feeling your lips on his sensitive skin. he hugged you closer, letting his warmth engulf Into your own caressing his thumb along your waist line breathing In sharply. you really didn't deserve what happened to you..he hated seeing you like this especially over some asshole...he just wished you picked someone more better. like gojo! ... well..

or even him.

☽｡⋆ 𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊 It was 1am when you came bomb rushing to his door. heavy but weak knocks woke him up out of his slumber, yawning as he walked to his door. he rubbed his face with his hand using his free one to open It to reveal you standing there awkwardly, nanami squinted his eyes with furrowed eyebrows. "what are you doing here so late?." he asked with a short grumble after but eyes froze on you, you looked different? the last time he saw you was hours ago when you had gotten ready at his place for your 'date'. he now realized the guy you were going on a date with was supposed to drop you off..but you looked soaked and tired, holding your heels In your hand with Irritated feet. "k-kento.." you spoke with a soft whine feeling tears start to come back, before he could let you he pulled you Into his arms hiding your face In his chest, rubbing your back up and down with soothing words. "calm down and tell me what happened." you started from the beginning to the end. It all started off great..

you guys were laughing, enjoying yourselves till someone had showed up and everything went down hill. It was a lady with long beautiful black hair, pale skin and what looked like to be an expensive dress she had on, she was a little touchy and flirty with your date expecting him to tell her to back off but he didn't..? you sat there awkwardly twitting with your fingers as you just heard and saw what they were doing. you didn't make an attempt to say anything, too shy to do so. after what seemed like forever she whispered something Into his ear before walking away, you looked up to see the women had walked away opening your mouth to say something to him but he stood up excusing himself running off to somewhere. with her. but like an idiot you thought otherwise and just waited, and waited..but he didn't come back. when you walked outside to see If his car was there It wasn't. you got left.

when you ended the story, you were weak In nanami’s arms, gripping his shirt like your life depended on It shaking from the cold and crying you did. nanami sighed but held you close, knowing this would have happened. the guy gave off a weird energy when he was with other girls, but you being oblivious didn't catch that hint till tonight. that asshole made a lady walk In the rain.. you continued to sniffle and blank out starting to feel tired from the miles walk you did to get to his house, body going weak with shallow breaths. nanami noticed you go weak Into his arms tightening his grip around you avoiding letting you fall, he softly lifted your body up, bridal style carrying you to the bathroom. "I hate to do this but you have to wake up sweetheart." he shook you, placing you on the counter but you tightened your grip around his neck keeping him from moving. he sighed placing his hand around your wrist pulling you off him, "you have to wash up..you need warmth. your body Is cold and you're wet. you’ll get sick," again you groaned, opening your eyes even though you didn't, "okay.." you said quietly pulling yourself off the counter to turn on the shower.

nanami gave a small smile leaving some pj pants and a shirt on the counter for you, going to his room waiting for you. 20 minutes have passed by, nanami was organizing his book shelf till the bathroom door opened revealing you, you looked so drained. nanami raised his attention towards you, setting down the book In his hand, walking towards you. "you okay?." he whispered taking your dirty clothes out of your hand throwing It with the rest of his dirty clothes, nodding your head, taking a step forward to hug him. nanami didn't go against It but hugged you back rubbing his hand up and down your back. your grip around him tightened a bit not wanting to let him go. you felt so...off. weird. drained. never has this happened to you before, where a guy would just..leave you like that.

nanami breathed In and out, moving his hand down your back to your legs picking you up to carry you to his bed. you didn't mind It though just holding him. he's never seen you act like this before, you were clingy yeah but never this clingy..you were hurt. he can tell. he sighed setting you down on his bed unwrapping your arms from him seeing you Instantly sulk Into the bed sheets falling asleep. even so you still looked so beautiful as ever, "he didn't deserve you."

but maybe.. I do?.

[trendywaifus]

I've been dealing with the worst headaches ever for the past few weeks (the garbo ones that make you throw up)

And I also have been mildly irked by the lack of Marcher x Fem!Reader fics, so

🙏I wanna request March 7th comfort fic.

I feel like she's not very popular because she's a silly bonky-wonky loudmouth that just says what's on her mind rather than being all domineering and mysterious (like how Kafka, or Arlecchino might be portrayed), or hiding it because they don't want to stress you out (like how Robin might).

So anyways, I was curious how March comforts Fem!Reader after like, a really awful day.

It can be SFW, or not.

Hope you have a good day, Trendy :>

nah i made this a little different just for you and your stupid headaches! they suck ass! I’ve been having those type of headaches for the past weeks too. and march is underrated, I prefer to date her than kafka and the others cus at least she’s an open book😭. I hope your weeks been getting better, bud.

despite being in space, it feels like you’ve stayed in your cabin all morning. a pained groan rumbles in your throat as you turn in bed, series of sharp pains bouncing off the walls of your skull. you feel terrible, absolutely terrible. waking up with a migraine and not being able to get out of bed to even go to the bathroom sucks. everyone is probably at the dining hall eating breakfast. you let in a deep breath then exhale, mustering the mental strength to lift your aching head from the feathery pillow. “ up we go—ow ow. . “ as soon as you sat up, you dropped back down in pain. your stomach churns as defeat kicks in.

“ damn, should i text march to come and bring me a bottled water and pain pills? hopefully she’s on her way here since i’m missing breakfast. “

luckily your speculation was right as your cabin door slides open and your girlfriend strolls in. her gaze immediately locks onto you laying down on the bed. “ babe, you’re still sleeping? everyone’s waiting, come eat! “

you groan and march’s brows raise with concern. “ march. .headache. . “ you mutter, looking at her with pleading eyes. she gives you a sympathy look as she walks over to your bed and sits on your bedside. “ aww, sweetie, “ her digits brush the hair away from your eyes, “ do you need me to get you some pain pills? i’ll bring your plate to you too. “ you smile at her, grasping her wrist and softly squeezed.

“ please. but can i lay on your chest while you massage my head first? you’re great with massages so let’s see if you can help me. “

she looks a little hesitant but she nods with a smile. “ i don’t know if this is a poor excuse to cuddle me or not but okay. only for a little though! i gotta get you some pain pills and breakfast because i hate how exhausted you look right now. now scoot scoot. “

you give her as much space as you can without triggering a sharp pain in your head. she slides in bed and the soft scent of cherry perfume wafts against your nose. “ c’mere you. “ march helps you move on top of her and settle. you nuzzle into her chest while she loops an arm around your waist and starts getting to work with massaging your head. her manicured fingers gingerly graze your scalp, almost instantly sending warm shivers up your spine. “ i’m so lucky that you’re my girl. “ you mutter into her shirt, closing your eyes to the soothing sensation of her head massage.

you hear her playfully huff, “ sweetie that’s sweet n’ all but, but i’m worried that this won’t work. i’m not exactly a miracle worker, y’know. “

“ hm, you are to me, “ you mutter, the aches are of course still there, but you like to believe that your girlfriend’s fingers are helping you relax. “ even if you don’t think so, marchie. “

what you don’t see is her warm smile and dusty pink cheeks. what you do feel is her smiling lips planting a tender kiss against your temple.

[istharoth]

In love with a 2-D Character?! Sinostra Edition!

Blurb: In which you are a character in a popular game the Tokyo debunker boys are coincidentally in love with.

CW: Mentions of Organ Harvesting in Taiga's section.

↪ Taiga Hoshibami:

He doesn't play games. Next.

JKJK he only plays for the gacha aspect and gets annoyed when he doesn't have any more to pull.

Streamer Taiga? In this AU yes. Streamer Taiga who does absolutely insane things + says out of pocket things but doesn't get cancelled because people think that's his humour.

Taiga: "Lmao, last week I harvested organs." His fans: "OMG TAIGA YOU'RE SO FUNNY! WAS IT BLOODY!?" Also Taiga: *wants to explain the full thing but forgets so he just laughs it off*

So he plays the game right, he's bored as hell, he chooses a random character and then he sees you in the prologue.

You're bloodied up for sexy reasons and you're trying to kill him? That's his type, he loves those angry people who try to kill you, maybe you're a bit greedy too?

Geneunely regrets not choosing you in the selection screen but forgets about your existence just as quick, until you re-appear in the fourth chapter.

Pulls on every banner, does not care who the character is, he just wants to test his luck.

Has insane streamer luck, and luck in general. Is the type of streamer who does pulls on his viewer's accounts and to mess with them, he deletes a high-levelled artefact for fun.

His fanbase knows they have to say goodbye to the artefact to get the character lol

He doesn't remember you for the most part, he just knows you're relevant to the lore of the game.

Maybe has one or two merch items his fans gave him but he forgets who you are.

↪ Romeo 'Fico' Scorpius Lucci:

Adds him into the does not play games list.

Judges every character in the selection screen because Rui will not stop yapping about the game he's playing.

But who is he to judge? His last name is literally a play on Gucci.

You're a satisfactory character, in terms of design, so he picks you.

He's the type to have two accounts, has one for you, his side account, and his other account mains the character you torment, that's his main. [In this case Kaito's favourite character]

Doesn't spend money on the game because he thinks it's unnecessary, though he's easily annoyed when he doesn't get a character. Romeo: SIH [Shrivel in Hell] WTF [What the fuck] RIH [Rot in Hell] CHBB [Come home, you Basic Bitch!]

That's what goes down every time he pulls on his accounts. The last one is meant for his main account, he could never call you BB. You're him, he is you.

Romeo will go out of his way to have the clothes you wear custom-made for himself because he likes them so much.

If you mention a brand in-game, be it perfume or makeup, he's going to search for the equivalent of the irl one and get it.

Also isn't much on merch, might have a few of your jewelry statements and clothes but that's about it.

↪ Ritsu Shinjo

Why is everyone in Sinostra in the does not play games category?

But he'll play it because peer pressure always works.

Is the type of player who focuses too much on the story and if laws are mentioned, he's going to write threads on if they're wrong or right.

Might sue the game company if they're wrong. [nah he won't, I'm just exaggerating.] He understands the concept of fictional and real so i doubt.

selects you because you're the most normal based on the character selection screen.

He thinks he isn't big on merch, but no, he's a collector. You know those standees of characters outside events people steal sometimes? Yeah, he's going to get Taiga to steal them, but in a way that makes them unpunishable by law.

Won't go buy a body pillow but a cardboard cutout is a must. If you have a fan club, he's going to rise up the ranks and would likely be in the single digits of the fandom.

He likes them underrated characters frfr.

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[thesharktanksdriver]

Cabin 10: rose scented lace, seafoam perfume and pink pearls

Headcanons of being a child of Aphrodite

These might not be canon at all and mostly personal headcanons but who cares!

This goes out to all the cabin 10 girls and guys who need more attention. Honestly the Aphrodite cabin in my opinion is one of the most undervalued and underrated

To be a child of Aphrodite is to be loved from the minute your born

Aphrodite quite literally is the part of embodiment of love itself

Her gentle touch lingering in the way she shaped your cheeks and jaw

A wistful sigh as she wraps you in silken cloth and kisses your nose when she sends you off to your human home

Growing up you’ll hear stories of her from your parent, the way that effortlessly beautiful woman appeared one day

Glimmering eyes and a sea tinted perfume lingering wherever she went

They say you inherited her eyes, ones that sparkle like gemstones and the natural beauty of someone wholly ireplaceable

It’s because of this and many other reason that your told your unique

You have something that makes you different from most children that you can’t know about yet

It’s confusing but as you navigate school and life as a kid you see things that others can’t

For some reason you can tell when someone has crush on someone else

When your hair is out of place a gentle breeze fixes it

Chocolate of a expensive kind placed in your bag without any clue to as who put it there on your bad days

A single beautiful rose placed on your windowsill each birthday

It’s odd but at some point you stop questioning it

Accepting it as it is and placing the long lasting roses in a special vase, the dried petals still somehow keeping their hue

You’ll notice how people gaze at you with awe

Some are vocal in their praise and others are silent in their admiration

None dare to cross the line though of ever making you uncomfortable

If they do an untold bout of bad luck seem to occur to them

Along with this sometimes you can seemingly charm people into doing what you want

A simple shifting of tone accented with a simple please and fluttering of your eyes can make even the most stubborn of mule back down to your whim

You can’t explain it like the many other facets of your life

So you once more ignore it

Same as the times you’ll ignore the feeling of home in a woman who’ll never quite look the same but you know is at heart

She’ll appear to you different each time

Sometimes she’s a woman in an expertly tailored suit, her hair is tucked into a bun and her hands have a French tip. She looks at you from beneath the rims of Prada glasses with a soft and gentle look of longing before flashing a smile

Other times she appears as a woman in showy clothes that others look at in disdain. Despite how others discourage you about what she wears you think she’s the most prettiest person you’ve ever seen, her red tinted lips quirk up as you keep sending shy glances her way

Each and every time she appears she feels familiar and acts as a sort of inspiration to you

Whether that be finding your personal style or becoming more confident in your own skin

The woman who is never quite the same yet you somehow know is guiding you gently

Nudging you towards your path in life and letting you walk the rest of the way

Her gentle hands try and push you away from ever realizing what exactly you are but it’s only inevitable

like all half-bloods the realization of your part divinity comes quick and hits hard

Like a gunshot ringing into the night as the smoke chokes your mind

No matter how you end up at camp everyone seems to immediately know without a doubt what cabin you belong to

As do your siblings who swarm you, dragging you to your new home as they begin to look you over for injuries

You’ll find that your siblings are from all walks of life, all beautiful in different ways wether that be conventional or something unique

One of your brothers comes from a single mom who runs a bakery and he’s as sweet as cake

A sister of yours is as muscular as a ares kid and grew up in the wilderness

Another is the daughter of a up and coming designer

They all welcome you with open arms, showing you to your already made bed

A chest is in front of it, your name written in cursive and embellished with your favourite flowers, a quote, the scent of your favourite perfume

You don’t know how anyone of your siblings would know this about you

You say so aloud and get a coy smile from one of them along with

“She’s the goddess of love, but love isn’t just romantic it can also be motherly”

It takes awhile to get used to camp, but your siblings are there for every step of the way

They show you the ropes as the camp activities become something you need to get used too

Your older sisters and brothers find out your strengths, showing you the social structure of the camp and the rivalries between certain cabins

To say there’s some petty shit happening within the camp is an understatement

Ares and Athena kids are at each others necks, Hermes’ cabin is perpetually filled to the bring with unclaimed, children of minor gods and the actual children of Hermes, ect ect

Meanwhile your cabin is given the jurisdiction of “shallow” “bitchy” and essentially the stereotype of “dumb blond/bimbo”

It doesn’t surprise you but it isn’t a nice feeling knowing what other kids assume because of who your parent is

The way Athena kids scoff when your sisters paints your nails or helps style your hair

When Demeter kids scoff at the flowers in your arm given by an admirer

How Apollo kids admire you for your beauty but just that

It’s hard and it’s sad

But quickly the older of the cabin show you the upside to this

Your underestimated which makes you much more dangerous

Sometimes you don’t even need to use charmtalk to get what you want

Just act dumb and slide up beside a blushing boy to ask a question

The Athena kids don’t know how their capture the flag plans were leaked to the ares kids

But they sure as hell don’t suspect the “ditzy” cabin 10

Speaking of which both Ares and the Aphrodite cabin get along well despite the major differences between the two

And it’s not just because both ares and Aphrodite have a thing going on either

Both in the camp are underestimated and not well liked

Sure, there are reasons at to why that is but the fact still boils down to parentage

Ares is seen as just a violent brute and Aphrodite a shallow bimbo

Thus their kids are typically just boiled down to just that

Which in turn leads to both cabins relating to being seen as nothing more

Whilst Ares kids focus on the violent aspects of war that isn’t to say their just as strategic as Athena kids

Spartans were violent warriors but they were still smart

And it’s the same way for Ares’s children

In similar fashion as to how Aphrodite children see them the Ares kids also see cabin 10’s strengths

Beauty and love are such a fickle concept that causes so much destruction

Paris’s love for Helen cause the Trojan war and Odysseus’s love for his wife kept him determined to return home after 20 years

Love and beauty are dangerous concepts and it’s why love and war go together so well

Love is its own type of battlefield

It can ripe and tear you apart better than any sword or battle strategy

It’s something that even the gods fight over

It’s an unseen terrifying force that’s usually aquatinted to as something pure and beautiful

That’s not to say love isn’t beautiful

But even the prettiest flowers can be poisonous

Gemstones are still sharp

Thorns are still on roses

Love can be something all consuming and corrosive

The border between love and obsession can be a fine line that once crossed leads to disaster and ruin worse than war

And they see that

They see it better than anyone else in camp besides Chiron and Dionysus

Both of which have either seen it first hand or how truly powerful your mother is at pulling heartstrings to her hearts content

She is both Kind and can be exceedingly cruel and petty if your on her bad side

Something of which you’ll never experience because first and foremost Aphrodite is a loving mother

It’s seen in myths like Eros and Psyche

In how she curses with those who slight her babies

Her love is not physically seen but it’s through actions and gifts

Sometimes you’ll find things when you wake up that you know are from her

There’s a reason all of cabin 10 is rocked out in designer clothes

Most attribute it to being kids of rich human parents but that’s usually far from the truth

In reality It’s all from her

You’ll awake to it in the morning, a box with a ribbon tied in a bow on the chest engraved with your name

Sometimes the lingering scent of perfume and the warmth of a mothers kiss on your forehead

Pears or flowers woven into your hair

The clothes are always the ones you’ve looked at in advertisements or magazines

Hoping and wishing that one day you would have it

What’s more touching though is that some of these items modified for you

In your favourite colour, a shade that matches your eyes or even having your name on it with a small heart which is either stitched or engraved

Some of these items you’ll get date back to before you were sent to camp

The times as a kid you’d skim through a catalog in some random magazine and suddenly stop on something that caught your eyes

A thing you knew your human parent could never afford on your birthday so you kept it in the corner of your mind and memory

Along with this you’ll get small letters or notes

Some complimenting your look today

How your eyes were made by her to glimmer like the biggest of sapphires

The message of how much she loves you no matter what

And perhaps that is something other cabins are jealous of

“If you ever doubt yourself know your siblings love you.I love you.”

Even if your powers aren’t helpful in the way of battling one another just know your always safe under her watchful eye

remember hell hath no fury as a woman scorned, let alone a goddess and a mother

People tend to forget that Aphrodite as a goddess of love also has domain over motherly love

And you are no exception to that

From the moment you were born you have been loved

And you will continue to be loved

[merakiui]

I don't know if I'm stupid for asking this question, but why did Floyd gift reader perfume?? Did he just really dislike Jade's scent on her? Or was it actually Jade I can't tell anymore 😭😭

He wanted Jade to stop being a coward and confess already. T_T Floyd's gestures seem kind and friendly on the surface (perhaps even a little flirtatious to Reader), but to any mer they could easily be mistaken as an attempt at courtship. Floyd just wanted to give his twin a push in the right direction. If anything, the line where Floyd says, “Your new perfume’s lame. Ya gotta get a nicer scent,” is intended to stoke the flames of envy hehe. On some level Jade is aware of this, but he can't dash your hopes when the game hasn't even reached its peak yet. D: so he'll use the half-lie of territorial jealousy even though he's the one feeling that way (not Floyd).

Floyb,,, you're doing your best as the underrated wingman. >_< it's Jade who is being silly!!!

[renhanaschewtoy]

Personal Possession

[[okay first little random bit that popped into my mind, getting the cobwebs off writing. Idk]]

You'd been good.

So good.

Or as good as you figured you could be.

It could be worse, you choose to believe that. Frankly, you need to. You remind yourself that Ren, while occasionally some unpredictable, treated you well. You were fed home cooked meals, something you didn't always even give yourself. He usually tries to accommodate you unless he had a particular rhyme or reason stuck in him that he deemed better. You were clean, you were healthy aside from the occasional zap, the accident with the nail gun seemed so far away but the passage of time was blurry.

Which lead you to where you were currently, settled on the couch with your usual accoutrements of the ankle shackle and collar while Ren was out. To your apartment. He'd taken your keys, asked you for your address, and a list in hand.

He'd seemed so excited, so happy, to do this for you. Asking you to make a list of what you'd like him to bring for you. And you knew better- you knew damn well than to try and pull anything. So you wrote down a few sentimental pieces and where they would be, your favorite personal cafe products, some of your clothes...you don't entirely remember it all. You were too preoccupied conveying how grateful you were to him, how thoughtful and considerate he was being, peppering him with cooed words of praise.

You had learned what he liked, so when Ren would lean in- you would bend. Maybe you were broken, maybe you were conditioned. Did it matter at this point? This was your life now and for better or worse, Ren had sunk his claws in you. In more ways than one, but you loved him.

This was love.

Something something manifesting, something something speak it into existence or whatever.

×××

He wanted to provide for you. That's what men did. What lovers did. But even he had to carve his own way, be it literally or otherwise. Your so soft skin was a beautiful testament to that. But Ren wanted to reward you. Gentle, polite, soft, oh so sweet you. That perhaps some tokens of your own might comfort you more. After all, he had promised that he would adjust the bedroom more to your taste.

The thought of planning and renovating the room together brought a warmth of domestic bliss into Ren's chest. His lips curled into a grin as he twisted the key into your apartment. He was quick but he savored it a little- the smell of you everywhere, the way you decorate, the things you like and collected over the years...but better things now. New things going forward.

Quickly he rummages about your bedroom and bathroom. Taking products from your shower, the same enticing smells that were on your skin when you first met. Your skincare, so he would know what to get for you going forward. Even a couple articles of your clothing and a bottle of your perfume/cologne. He can't help but sniff a little a twitch of his sensitive nose as Ren swoons. Things will be better now, you'll feel more comfortable in your new home.

He takes such good care of you, he's been so sweet on you, and you've responded so good to your training.

Pausing at the door of what used to be your room, he can't help but smirk at the well loved stuffed fox on your bed. "How cute..." He murmurs to himself, striding to stuff it in the bag with the rest of his things. Ren knew he'd gotten so lucky, to say you were a jackpot was underrated with this little token.

This was something written in the stars.

Ren absconds from your apartment, locking the door littered with notices of your pending eviction without so much as a second glance. After all, you wouldn't need it anymore. Not when you had him. He was all you needed now.

×××

You jolted slightly hearing the door unlock, open, then shut. A soft rustling of fur and canvas, signalling Ren being home and no longer needed to hide his ears or tail. You shifted to sit upright at attention as Ren padded into the living room with a wide grin.

"Miss me?" He teases playfully, though he's clearly pleased with himself it's clear he's pleased with you as well.

"Always." The words leave your lips so easily, you barely have to think about it. And really? You did. You'd grown to like the comfort of him curled against you, late night anime marathons, even the sex. Maybe you'd always had a deep chasm of loneliness in you, maybe this was...okay. Things could change, in time. People too. Maybe it wouldn't always be this way. You hoped. But there was always the voice in the back of your head, Ren's voice, purring "If you're good~."

"Mmm...you're so cute." Ren croons in reply, preening as he settles on the couch next to you, nuzzling into the crook of your neck affectionately. A gesture you return as you shift your head to snuggle against him in kind. His hand reaches for your face, tilting your jaw just so that he can slot his lips against yours. You can feel his grin against your lips and he hums approvingly into your mouth as your eyes slip closed. Ren parts from you, thumb brushing over your lower lip in pause, seemingly in thought that you don't interrupt. "Here, I brought you some presents." He withdraws to pull the duffle bag onto your lap.

You bite your tongue for a moment, a witty remark that if they're already yours they aren't really gifts. But you're not there yet. Yet. For now, you are grateful for some of your own creature comforts. Your own belongings. Things you own rather than being a possession yourself. But you chastise yourself for the brief thought. Your eyes glance at Ren as if for permission to open the bag or if he would rather make a show of it himself. You're met with that same warm smile he gives you, the one that lets you know it's okay.

The sound of the zipper seems incredibly loud in the silent house. You peeled back the flap and the reaction was nearly immediate. It was as if you'd been shocked from the collar but different. Ren's brows furrow and his confident smile begins to wane as your breathing becomes shaky and tears begin to head your lashes. His clawed fingers twitched for a moment as you began to hiccup and cry as you slowly pull out each of your things.

Were you ungrateful??

Ren had gotten almost everything that you wanted!

He was rewarding you!

He was-

"...Thank you!" Your sob is soft but your words, god- Ren doesn't know if he's heard that tone from you before but fuck if he doesn't love it. "Thank you so much...thank you...thank you, Ren." And suddenly your arms are around him, shuddering sobs and little sniffles as you bury your face in his shoulder, embracing him. The earlier thoughts melt away almost immediately as his arms encircle your middle and he leans into your affections with an almost dreamy smile over his lips. There you were, his good pet, his sweet darling.

"You're welcome...I wanted to do this for you. Make you feel more...at home." Ren murmurs into your hair, dragging his claws along your back in a soothing manner as he allows you this. "...I didn't know you liked foxes so much...lucky us, huh?" Ren can't help but squeeze you as you give an almost bashful choked laugh. The plush you'd had since you were a kid, looked up at you from the bag through the little beaded eyes.

"Y-Yeah..." You reply, wiping at your eyes with the heels of your hands, not that the action deters Ren any from shifting to lean into you and rest his head on your chest. You move to fall back on the cushions as he gently replaced the bag on the floor to lay atop you in contentment. "Lucky us." You parrot back, with a sniffle and idly stroke his velvety ears the way Ren likes, the telltale purr reverberating in his chest against you.

"But I'm your favorite." It isn't a hopeful, cute ask - it's a statement of fact from Ren.

"Always." Is the same reply as the melodic intro music of Sailor Moon begins to waft through the living room.