#violet 🗝️

[dollfacefantasy]

plagas leon breeding kink i know that’s right 🙏🙏🙏

this was so great. you devoured it like leon devoured reader fr. “my baby” “my lamb” NUT 10/10. “good breeding bitch” flood warning 🙏 droughts solved 🙏 thank you for your service 🙏

Canto V

Plagas!Leon Kennedy x fem! reader

Synopsis: Leon's back from Spain, but there's something off about him.

CW: nsfw 18+, p in v, dubcon, implied somnophilia, breeding kink, bruising, titplay, cunnilingus, forced orgasms, overstimulation, lots of spit, choking, reader passes out during sex

WC: 2.4k

It may as well be a universally known concept that when you’re in a relationship with a government agent, you’d better get used to being strangers with the finer details. Who, what, when, where, and why made themselves at home in your vocabulary while you were dating Leon. It was all futile; he couldn't ever tell you where he was going for his next mission or when he was coming back to your grabby hands. Swearing confidentiality with your left hand on the Bible trumps a loving, concerned girlfriend apparently.

Leon had been gone for a few days this time around, and you weren’t sure when exactly he’d be back. You prayed to every divinity who cared to listen that he would come back home safe and sound to you. You did so every time he left. The government calls, he runs, you make your deals with Jesus.

The clock strikes midnight as you flit around your apartment, closing the kitchen and ensuring everything is locked up for the night. You got home from work rather late, and you’re looking forward to falling into a deep slumber, especially since you’ve taken your everything shower, completed your skincare routine, and changed into a cute teddy bear print cami with matching boy shorts. While your heart aches for your absent boyfriend, you throw your shoulders back and keep your chin high, braving another night of sleeping alone in your queen-sized bed. You slide under the covers and turn off your bedside lamp before closing your eyes and ultimately slipping into a welcomed state of unconsciousness.

Scratching, more scratching… Huh? You blearily open your eyes before squinting at the time displayed on your alarm clock - 1:48 am. Did something wake you? You don’t hear anything, yet you have the sinking feeling that something did lull you out of your sleep. You fumble to turn the lamp on - thankfully, there’s nothing standing in the corner of your room or anything else that would have you screaming bloody murder until your lungs collapsed. The covers are pulled aside as you sit up in bed, planting your feet on the hardwood floor. 

Once your feet lightly hit the floor, a terrible shuffling resounds from the living room which makes your blood freeze over. Your limbs are immobilized, but your eyes move towards the door, like you’re in a state of sleep paralysis and your demon’s lurking around the corner. Heavy footsteps grow closer and closer to your door, and you watch the doorknob turn in slow motion. 

The door swings open, and your body dissolves. 

“Leon?” Your eyes blink at him, unsure for a second if he’s the product of a sleep paralysis induced hallucination.

Your lover stands before you with a somewhat dazed expression himself - dark circles engraved below his exhausted eyes, faded bruises on his face, dark veins trailing across his pale skin. He stands transfixed for what feels like forever before he blinks. “Baby.”

The sound of his voice breaks you out of your own stupor, and you launch off the bed and straight into his arms. You bury your face in his chest as you wrap your arms around him tightly. “You’re home.”

He shudders violently before his arms encircle you as he buries his face in your hair, inhaling the smell of your shampoo - ah, figs and camellia, a breath of fresh air from guts and mold. “I missed you… I almost didn't…” His voice is unsteady, wavering in a way that makes you want to never let go of him.

“It's okay, my love. You're home now, you’re safe.”

“I almost didn't make it… You don’t know what happened…” His hands shake slightly as he grips onto you a little harder.

A lump forms in your throat at the realization that he could have very well perished during this mission. It’s not often that he lets you see him in such a vulnerable state, so hearing the fear decorate his tone causes your heart to squeeze painfully. 

“What happened?”

“You know I can’t tell you that.”

“Fine, at least tell me where you were. S’not like I can head there and foil the government’s plans after it’s already over. ”

“...Spain.”

You wonder what kind of horrors had transpired in Spain, but you know better than to inquire further. You hold him close and rub his back soothingly, trying to make him feel as loved as possible. “It's over now, right?”

“Right…” A hint of worry colors his tone as he presses a kiss to your head. “Can we just go to sleep?”

“Of course,” you reach up to gently rub the shadowy veins visible underneath his eyes and creeping up his neck. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah. Guess my body just went through a lot back there.”

You take his arms, turning them over and over and examining them closely for any serious wounds. Thankfully, you don’t see anything except for the occasional minuscule scrape, though the unnaturally dark veins worry you. You’re afraid they may be the result of some sort of vascular impairment, so you make a promise to yourself that you’ll drag him to the doctor’s office soon for a proper assessment. You help him wash up, letting him use your products so he’s soft and smelling like you. You hold each other close in bed, relishing the feeling of finally being able to sleep in each other’s arms after time apart.

Ouch. You wince slightly as you wake up to the sun streaming in through your lace curtains. You drowsily fumble for Leon’s hand to hold first thing in the morning like you usually do, but the space next to you is empty. You certainly hope you hadn’t just dreamed of his homecoming.

“Baby?” You croak as you wince again. Are you naked? And why are you so sore? Your eyes trail down to your arms which are littered with bruises. Eyes wide like cherry pies, you tug the comforter off to discover that the rest of your bare body is marked in a similar fashion - bruises bloomed across your neck, teeth marks engraved in your breasts, handprints stamped onto your hips like someone had been gripping onto them for dear life. Trembling, you slowly raise yourself up to a sitting position. You squirm as you feel slick in between your thighs, how fresh it is, you can't say for sure.

“Leon?” Your voice sounds foreign to your own ears as you call out for your lover.

You’re dazed as you take a step forward, feeling your body spinning like a ballerina, a delicate little thing that’s been used and abused and stuffed in a box marked FRAGILE. A strong pair of arms wrap around you from behind, anchoring you to his bare chest- they’re so much warmer than your Leon’s. Your eyes flutter as they gaze straight up into a pair that look like your Leon's except they’re murkier, hungrier. 

Inky blood vessels coagulate underneath his skin, giving him a mottled appearance. They interweave throughout his body like morbid ribbons decorating his limbs for a funeral. He breathes heavily as he squeezes at your already tender body, causing you to whimper.

“Leon, ‘m sore… What did you do?” A low growl reverberates within him as he pulls you back onto the bed, shoving you onto your back. Before you can interrogate him further, his lips smash against yours. His kisses are all teeth and slobber, filled with nothing but the desire to ravage everything you hold near and dear.

“Mine, all mine,” he groans as he latches his lips onto your neck, decorating it with his very own artistic flair. “Mine to keep forever.” You whimper at the way his lips assault your most sensitive point like a wolf ready to tear out the wide eyed fawn’s throat. 

“Fuck, feels so good,” you moan which further ignites that primal instinct in him that wants to give you the greatest pleasure you’ve ever known, all for the sake of claiming you as his very own mate. He squeezes your tits together and spits on them before rubbing it into your nipples with the rough pads of his thumbs. You squeal at the stimulation as he takes a nipple in his mouth, suckling at it as hard as he can before letting go with a pop.

“God, Leon,” you cry out as he continues to suck on your tits. He pushes them together as hard as he can and forces both nipples into his mouth so he can lap at them like a creature who stumbled across an eternal spring in the vast desert.

“Love these tits,” he groans. “Sweet fucking nipples, made to suck on all day and night. To think they’re gonna get even bigger when they're full of milk.” He pushes his face in between them before finally pulling away with a slap to each one, watching them jiggle with a carnal gaze.

“M-milk?” You whimper as he kisses across your abdomen and lowers down to your leaking pussy.

“Yeah,” he pants as he spreads your dripping folds open with his thumbs, inspecting the remnants of the now stale cum he had dumped inside while you slept like an unsuspecting angel. “Your body has accepted my gift.” A tinge of fear courses through your veins at this last line; you can’t put your finger on why it makes your skin crawl, but they don’t sound like your Leon’s words.

“Gift?” You involuntarily moan as he lets himself drool on your pussy before pressing sloppy kisses straight onto your clit. 

“You’ll take my seed.” He starts lapping at your pussy ruthlessly, but not before grabbing your thighs and forcing them to clamp around his head, keeping him fused to your most intimate parts. Your sweet noises overflow the room as your back arches like he’s possessing you, dragging you down to flail around for eternity among the powerful black winds. Your voice turns shrill as you cum on his salacious tongue. Canto V.

When he finally emerges for air, his eyes are now murkier than before - the once serene blue that inspired such tranquility is now charred, tenebrous. “Leon,” your eyes tear up as you gaze down at him with your elbows propping you up.

“Shh,” he smirks as he raises himself up to pump his hard cock a few times before aligning himself with your pretty hole. “My baby, my lamb. Gonna get your beautiful belly all swollen for me. Gonna creampie you as many times as it takes.” He pushes himself inside your sopping cunt as you wail for the heavens. Your pussy allows him to enter with ease, clenching around him like it needed him to breathe - which it did. He begins to thrust into you with all the vigor of a madman.

“So good for me, my fucking girl,” he pants as he continues to pound into you. He leers at the way your tits bounce at each thrust before leaning over to spit on them. Your chest gleams with his saliva as you moan louder than you ever have before, like your throat really is being ripped out by the big bad wolf. His cock reaches deep, hitting all the spots you know nothing else can, and before you know it, you’re cumming all over him as he continues to pummel into you. Your nails dig into his back as you try to claw onto anything that can keep you physically grounded through your orgasm.

He laughs a little to himself as he continues to fuck you despite the fact you just came. “L-leon,” you cry out. “S’too much, too sensitive.”

“You can take it, been taking it all night.” His balls slap against your ass as he leans down to jam his lips against yours, licking into your mouth until your head’s all dizzy again. He rears back to push your legs up against your chest as his cock pounds into you; the new angle’s making your eyes roll all the way back into your head. “Oh, fuck,” he murmurs to himself as his breath hitches and he stares down at you losing yourself in the mating press. “That’s a good breeding bitch.” His words are hushed, but they bounce around in your head and yank another orgasm out of you, leaving you sobbing from the overstimulation.

“S’okay baby,” he coos as he kisses your salty tears away and wraps a hand around your smooth throat. “You’re doing so well, accepting my gift.” His eyes unsettle you, damn near pitch black as they peer right into yours. Your battered pussy tightens in tandem with the hand gripping your throat. Your tongue lolls out as you start seeing stars, and he sucks on it. “Give me another one, little lamb.”

“C-can’t,” you slur as your limbs dissolve. You want to give him another one. Want it, want to bear his child, want to exist for him. Want to breathe him, let him pump through your circulatory system. His breathing becomes erratic, damn near hysterical, as he nears his own high. He rubs your swollen clit to bring you closer to yet another orgasm, though you wonder if you’ll live to tell the tale once you reach it. He pounds into you as hard as he can, unrestrained growls falling from his lips as he dumps his load into you. You manage to cum yet again, release so intense on your already wasted form, that it shatters your senses. You’re vaguely aware of someone shrieking, and it takes a while to realize that it’s coming from your own mouth. You did it. Your vision goes black, and you slump into unconsciousness. 

The first thing you perceive when you regain consciousness is the calloused hand gently caressing your face as if you’re a china doll. “Leon?” Your mumble brings him to slowly gaze at you with concern and shame.

“Baby.” He raises his other hand to hold yours with all the love and tenderness he could muster. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore… tired…” You frown slightly as you try to sit up, but he stops you from straining yourself. “What happened, Leon?”

“I’m so sorry.” His eyes are cast downwards as if the floor will be more forgiving than his own lover. “I’m not okay.”

“It’s okay,” you frown as you squeeze his hand reassuringly. “You didn’t hurt me.”

“I could’ve. I thought this thing had resolved itself in Spain.”

“We’ll figure this out together.” You gently tug his arm, signaling to him that for now, you just want him laying with you. He slides into the bed and cautiously rolls you over on your side so that he’s spooning you from behind. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and gives your belly a pat.

[thatliminal-wanderer]

Backrooms ID Pack

Names

Adam, Adym, Aguana, Aiden, Aiko, Alex, Alexia, Altair, Ambrosia, Amori, Andrew, Ant, Argos, Aries, Ashley, Aster, Avelon, Bartholomew, Belphegor, Berry, Bill, Blake, Blue, Bonx, Bram, Brock, Callum, Caspian, Castello, Chara, Cindy, Clement, Clementine, Colias, Corey, Corri, Crane, Creg, Crimson, Cyllene, Cypress, Daisy, Daze, Destiny, Doll, Dream, Dull, Dunk, Eden, Emily, Emme, Evangeline, Ezra, Ferren, Flannery, Frankie, Freeman, Fume, Gani, George, Gerald, Grey, Hen, Icarus, Jack, Janus, Jax, Jerry, Jess, Johnny, Kaii, Kain, Kami, Kane, Kat, Kimiko, King, Kitty, Koko, Kya, Leeon, Leo, Lilac, Limi, Llio, Lotka, Lucid, Malachi, March, Maria, Mason, Moley, Montie, Nightmare, Noir, Olive, Olivia, Ollie, Paisley, Pedro, Philia, Porter, Quinoa, Rae, Rasputin, Richard, River, Rook, Rosette, Rue, Ryan, Samantha, Sato, Saturn, Sienna, Sol, Terry, Theodore, Tom, Trance, Val, Vanta, Vee, Vesper, Vice, Violet, Will, Xavier, Xoa, Zero

Pronouns

!/!s, 0/0s, 1/1s, 2/2s, 3/3s, 4/4s, 5/5s, 6/6s, 7/7s, 8/8s, 9/9s, :(/:(s, :)/:)s, =(/=(s, =)/=)s, ?/?s, _/_s, almond/almonds, alone/alones, alpha/alphas, back/backs, bee/bees, bird/birds, black/blacks, blood/bloods, blue/blues, bone/bones, book/books, box/boxes, bug/bugs, buzz/buzzes, camp/camps, cave/caves, chalk/chalks, city/cities, clean/cleans, crimson/crimsons, crop/crops, danger/dangers, dark/darks, data/datas, dead/deads, decay/decays, desert/deserts, dirt/dirts, doll/dolls, door/doors, dream/dreams, echo/echos, end/ends, error/errors, eye/eyes, fate/fates, field/fields, fog/fogs, forest/forests, garden/gardens, glitch/glitchs, glow/glows, gold/golds, grime/grimes, hall/halls, haunt/haunts, hill/hills, hive/hives, home/homes, hot/hotel/hotels, house/houses, hub/hubs, ice/ices, icy/icys, jungle/jungles, lake/lakes, laser/lasers, level/levels, light/lights, love/loves, lucid/lucids, mall/malls, maze/mazes, mem/memory/memories, mirror/mirrors, moon/moons, moth/moths, mouth/mouths, musk/musks, neon/neons, noir/noirs, play/plays, pool/pools, rain/rains, rainbow/rainbows, red/reds, road/roads, room/rooms, rot/rots, run/runs, sand/sands, sea/seas, sewer/sewers, silent/silents, snack/snacks, space/spaces, sparkle/sparkles, spring/springs, tha/thalasso/thalassos, time/times, violet/violets, void/voids, wall/walls, warning/warnings, water/waters, wave/waves, well/wells, wheat/wheats, white/whites, yellow/yellows, •/•s, ∅/∅s, ⌛️/⌛️s, ☁️/☁️s, ⚠️/⚠️s, ⚰️/⚰️s, ⛓️/⛓️s, ⛓️‍💥/⛓️‍💥s, ✂️/✂️s, 🌀/🌀s, 🌈/🌈s, 🌓/🌓s, 🌗/🌗s, 🌪️/🌪️s, 🌫️/🌫️s, 🍄/🍄s, 🍄‍🟫/🍄‍🟫s, 🎞️/🎞️s, 🎟️/🎟️s, 🎤/🎤s, 🎥/🎥s, 🎪/🎪s, 🎭/🎭s, 🐁/🐁s, 🐇/🐇s, 🐌/🐌s, 🐛/🐛s, 🐜/🐜s, 🐥/🐥s, 👁️/👁️s, 📞/📞s, 📠/📠s, 📹/📹s, 📺/📺s, 📻/📻s, 📽️/📽️s, 🔑/🔑s, 🔗/🔗s, 🔮/🔮s, 🕊️/🕊️s, 🕯️/🕯️s, 🕰️/🕰️s, 🕳️/🕳️s, 🕷️/🕷️s, 🗝️/🗝️s, 🗺️/🗺️s, 😶‍🌫️/😶‍🌫️s, 🚪/🚪s, 🛎️/🛎️s, 🛠️/🛠️s, 🥀/🥀s, 🥣/🥣s, 🥩/🥩s, 🦂/🦂s, 🦜/🦜s, 🦟/🦟s, 🦠/🦠s, 🦴/🦴s, 🦷/🦷s, 🧠/🧠s, 🧫/🧫s, 🩸/🩸s, 🩹/🩹s, 🩻/🩻s, 🪐/🪐s, 🪜/🪜s, 🪞/🪞s, 🪟/🪟s, 🪦/🪦s, 🪰/🪰s, 🪱/🪱s, 🪳/🪳s, 🪶/🪶s, 🪹/🪹s, 🫀/🫀s, 🫁/🫁s, 🫗/🫗s, 🫥/🫥s

Titles

A Corrupted File, An Unapproachable (Beast/Entity/Unknown/Any Animal), Entity [number], Lucky (Beast/Entity/Any Animal), The (Bride/Husband/Spouse), The (Entity/Beast/Creature/Thing/God) of Level [number], The (King/Queen/Royal), The (Smiling/Frowning) One, The (Spokeslady/Spokesman/Spokesperson), The (Un)Lucky One, The Artist, The Behemoth, The Bellhopper, The Bone Thief, The Bronze Builder, The Catmaster, The Coder, The Comedian, The Concierge, The Crawlspace (Entity/Beast/Creature), The Endless Walls, The Entity, The Entity Which Doesn’t Exist, The Explorer, The First Entity, The Friend, The Game Master, The Headless (Hunter/Huntress/Entity/Beast/Creature), The Hermit, The Historian, The Homerunner, The Housekeeper, The Liminal Space, The Mail Carrier, The Maker, The Maze of Lost Ones, The Memory (Any Animal), The Memory Manager, The Mucked Smell, The Musician, The Neighborhood Watcher, The Numbed (Entity/Beast/Man/Woman/Person/Creature), The One Adorned In (Red/White/Black/Beige), The One Which Light Flicker For, The One Who Buzzes, The One Who Is Hiding in Level [number], The One Who Looks Too Familiar, The One Who Opened The Back Door to Reality, The One With No Data, The Party Host, The Puppeteer, The Scarecrow, The Scavenger, The Singer, The Smiling One, The Wanderer, [prn] That Lives Behind Reality, [prn] Who (Makes/Ruins) The Party, [prn] Who Can Not Be Explained, [prn] Who Endlessly Falls, [prn] Who Is Sick, [prn] Who Makes and Plays The Games, [prn] Who Resigns in Level [number], [prn] Who Wanders The Endless Levels

Genders

0beckəl, 1beckəl, 3beckəl, 4beckəl, 5beckəl, 6beckəl, 7beckəl, 8beckəl, 92levelic, 974kitic, 9beckəl, Backaneic, Backroomgender, Backroomic, Backroomsaesic, Backroomscattic, Backroomsdollic, Backroomsfluid, Backroomsflux, Backroomspinnic, Buzinbackroomic, Catbackroomic, Cliproomic, Deathmothgender, Eeriroomic, Endlessswimic, Entiromaric, Entity555gender, Entity666gender.exe, Entity99ic, Erokoric, Escapethebackroomsgameic, Flowliminpinkic, Hotelliminix, Kenolimighost, Lepidoipresence, Level!ix, Level0liminix, Level1liminix, Level336dia, Level370ix, Level389ic, Level7ix, Liminaldollic, Liminalmazeic, Liminalmushrooms, Liminalpoweric, Liminalsnowic, Liminalspacestalgic, Liminaquarpetic, Liminaquic, Limingender, Liminix, Liminlovecoric, Natatoliraifortic, Nostbackplushic, Panbackroomic, Parkgaraliminix, Partygoerscharic, Partykenous, Rubicunipresence, Sh4dygr3yl3v3l1c, Smilergender, Snowliminalic, Storeliminix, Unfatholiminal, Zeroaromic

Other mogai

Alderbackroentity, Alderitch, Alderliminal, Alderwhitevoid, Assigned Creature at Birth/ACreAB, Assigned Freak at Birth/AFrAB, Assigned Monster at Birth/AMonAB, Assigned Uncanny at Birth/AUnAB, Backroomsvesil, Darkwarmgreyvesil, Eldritch Omninoun, Eldritchvesil, Error Omninoun, Flesheatseaseque, Grey Omninoun, Hiliblayedernic, Kenovesi, Kittyhousehearthic, Mimicryvior, Nonhuvesil, Null Omninoun, Poolroomperspesque, Shard Omninoun, Sublimityhearthic, Terrorhotelhearthic, Thing Omninoun, Vesiliminal, ∅ Omninoun

[lurukifennecfox]

my ghost oc! i haven't named her yet but work-in-process i just call her Ru

Open Secrets

[i want her to have a "Hear no evil, See no evil, Speak no evil" style ability and already decided how the Speak part works but i need suggestions.

her obsession is Conspiracies/Rumors/Secrets that sort of thing, it doesn't matter on which side she's on she just loves the process of finding and connecting the dots.(or seeing other people do that)

her "Speak" ability is that she has to put her hand near her mouth and say/mouth words Say or Speak and next thing she says people will believe her. her eyes flash ecto-green for a second when she uses it]

✨Snippets✨

a girl was walking down a corridor in Casper High. the class already started so she was speed walking, heavy boots barley making any sound. teacher decided to approach her on their on way to class.

"what are you going here miss?"

She startled and stopped a sly smile crossed her face before she mumbled something into her hand, immediately replaced by sheepish expression. "sorry, i know i shouldn't be late on first day but i overslept!" she closed her violet eyes. "The town is so chaotic!" She smiled again eyes flashing toxic green for barely a second.

surprisingly teacher just waved her off sighing, hopefully she will adapt to Amity well. "alright just don't be late next time, now go i have my own class to teach."

girl smiled again and was on her way.

------<🗝️>------

Paulina inspected the girl, she was about the same height as her, no, a little shorter just thick soles added to it. Her style was edgy, plad grey skirt paired with black shirt with a gray cardigan falling off one shoulder. Purple nails(she gotta ask where the girl gets them done they're looking like claws!) matching striped fingerless gloves and thigh highs. "Hi, Paulina right? heard you're popular here, certainly look the part" she gave a sly smile.

Paulina had to give it to her, she knew how to style things. looking back up she noted the eyeliner(could have been better, she didn't seem to care it didn't quite match each eye) black "sparkles" under one eye, lips despite the edginess were natural if a little brightened by lip oil.

Her shoulder length hair dark brown, bangs(same length as the rest) fading purple. despite the sloppiness she made it work. "I'm sure i do. now what did ya want?"

------<👻 >------

today wasn't the best. first he woke up late, then turned out his parents upgraded security system so he had to dodge that, which is why he was late for school! to top it all off Wes decided to stalk him and he had to convince Sam to not commit murder. ok maybe the Wes part was actually fun because he got to mess with him.

Anyway. Danny had not the best morning, and now he was feeling antsy because his ghost sense went off(again) and he couldn't figure out why!(AGAIN) which means that there is a ghost in school who he can't find!

[white-poppie]

Serenade my Senses

Synopsis: How I think different characters smell like Fandoms: Hunter x Hunter, Death Note, HAIKYU!!, Jujutsu Kaisen, Tokyo Revengers

A/n: The amount of research I had to do for this fic...

⁺ 𓋼𓍊 Earthy. 🌿 

They smell earthy. Just like their warm and inviting demeanour; their fragrance is sensual, rich, elegant, timeless and grounded. Bathed in pine. Like the aroma of aftershave and shaving foams, soft and creamy. It gives a mature and domestic vibe like sweet moments spent with your family. Their signature has a faint essence of myrrh and sandalwood swirling around, the first image that comes to your mind is that of wood smoke, cedar sap, and burning leaves.

🌱 Light, DAICHI, Akaashi, Kita, USHIJIMA, DRAKEN, Inupi, Nanami, Illumi

. ⁺ Condimental ｡ ⚔️

They smell exotic. Intoxicated and thrilling. It reminds you of an heir of an exotic country, away from the world. They remind you of satisfaction through messed-up goals and no care in the world. Just chasing the high of life. Their signature is aromatic in the sense of sprinkle of saffron, nutmeg and the finest of spices to exist. Leather, hookah and Tobacco; reek of adventure and authority. It's challenging and makes you scrunch your nose in intimidation and delight.

🦂 BAJI, Izana, Tendou, TERUSHIMA, Kyotani, Hisoka,

⁎ .࿓ Bouge ۫💳

They smell rich, of crisp dollars and metallic collectables. They smell of power, comfort and luxury. Like a bronze statue and old whiskey; daring and audacious. Their signature is a warm blend of Jasmine and imported whiskey, lingering with notes of brown sugar and patchouli. It's seductive and intoxicating in the sense that makes your mouth salivate.

⚜️ KOKONOI, Kisaki, Senju, TAKEOMI LEV, Rindou, CHROLLO, Megumi

‧₊˚ Saccharine. ☁️ ⋆

They smell incredibly sweet. Like freshly washed sheets on a summer afternoon, the scent envelops you into sleep, embracing you in its hold. The kind of scent that makes you want to bury your face in their clothes. It's tamed like freshly baked cookies and new books. Their signature scent holds the essence of vanilla, cherry blossom, amber and caramel. Like an intimate moment shared through fleeting time.

🍡 L, Near, KURAPIKA, Kite, Kenma, Osamu, SUGAWARA, Shinichiro, MITSUYA, Yuji, YUUTA, TOGE

꙳ Floral ₊﹒🥀

They smell of flowers. Like going cycling in a park, picking up pretty flowers and tucking it behind your ears. Like dusting your clothes when they are dirt-laden, only for you to get a whiff or a tangy and sharp scent only to realize it's not all soft-- it holds the value of walking through a musty wine cellar over a rose garden.

Their signature plays around with bright hits of lemon and raspberry tempering the flowery magnolia and violet notes.

🪷 CHIFUYU, KAZUTORA, Wakasa, BOKUTO, Nishinoya, Pakunoda, Leorio, GETOU, Junpei

˚ ⁎ ◜ Musk ▚ ���

They smell incredibly strong and masculine. Similar to Bouge, but much harsher. While bouge reeks of stability, Musk reeks of insanity, cigarettes, lipstick stains and bite marks. It is frenzy-like continental, but much wilder, brazen and savage. It reminds you of prestigious auctions yet at the same time of underground fighting rinks.

They stink of cigar blunts, faux leather, concentrated whiskey and gasoline with main notes of mint and cumin. It's the scent that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head in delight.

🏍 KUROO, SUNA, ATSUMU, Ukai, HANMA, TAIJU, RAN, SANZU TOJI, GOJO

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[granulesofsand]

🗝️🏷️ RAMCOA, watch me suffer

I’m trying something. I can kind of tell I’m not supposed to, but I haven’t been forcibly removed yet. Take what helps, leave what doesn’t.

Flower Programming

A hierarchy or category based organization of alters in a programmed system. May be across one group or the whole system, paired with other organizational programs or used alone, etc.

In hierarchy, flowers are ranked according to cultural significance— mainstream flower language, religious affiliation, whatever the programmer can dream up. I’m gonna need you to read between the lines a little when I say this might not apply to you.

Common Flowers

Garden flowers

Rose - high ranking, often paired with color programming (examples: red for passion/sex/love, yellow for kindness/friendship/mediation, white for mourning/solemnity/purity), leadership positions

Lily - mid ranking, species and color association (white lily for purity/innocence/forgiveness, tiger lily for ferocity/luck/pride, spider lily for endings/finality/peace), varies in role

Camellia - mid ranking, vague division on herbal vs floral (bloom for desire/longing/adoration, leaves for poise/elegance/serenity), poker face roles, commonly paired with loyalty or don’t doubt programming

Narcissus - high ranking, ties back to narcissus and echo myth, grandiosity/pride/esteem, could be don’t doubt or obey programming

Tulip - mid ranking, color association, love/happiness/gentleness, varies in role

Violet - mid ranking, rank varies from mid to low, chameleon/faithfulness/virtue, varies in role

Etc.

Edible Herbs

Lavender - mid ranking, often used with sedation effects, calmness/sleep/sweet dreams

Mint - mid ranking, often used with stimulant effects, clarity/focus/singlemindedness

Rosemary - mid ranking, ritual or religious significance, cleansing/preparation/obscurity

Poisonous Herbs

Nightshade - high ranking, ritual or violence training, death/illness/temptation

Datura - mid ranking, ritual or violence training, pain/hallucination/enhancement

Foxglove - mid ranking, violence and deception, secrecy/ambition/lies

There are so many more. I cannot think anymore and I will be spending the next several hours in a dark room, but I hope it’s helpful?

[armed-with-a-waffle-iron]

I wrote a little backstory for my Roguish Tav from Baldur's Gate 3

Asma hailed from Baldur’s Gate’s Outer City; born to a pair of needy guild agents, who schooled them in the ways of the blade and bow from a tender age. A failed Counting House heist, however, landed Asma’s parents behind bars, and the fifteen year-old Asma turned to picking pockets, running cons, and burgling Upper City houses to scrape by and pay off their parents’ bail. With skills they were honing showing more promise than any coin, Asma would stage a dramatic prison break that freed their parents and thirty-two other prisoners from the depths of the barracks, though at the cost of their own freedom. This was the last they ever saw or heard from their parents; something that wounded them more than their three years of imprisonment ever could. However, word of the fateful escape operation travelled down the River Chionthar, and Asma would find unlikely saviors in the Purple Masks; a thieves’ guild from Iriaebor who’d seen potential in the young rogue. Under the guidance of the guild, Asma left Baldur’s Gate behind and began leading the mercenary’s life; following not a path of justice or heroism but a solitary path of survival in an unforgiving world. With nearly a decade of guild assignments under their belt, the arts of infiltration, manipulation, and assassination have become second nature to Asma. They have even earned themselves a hefty bounty on their head across the Sunset Vale under the moniker of the Wolf’s Bane; reportedly because catching a glimpse of their violet hair was just as deadly as handling the poisonous flower. Fiercely independent— armed with a silver tongue and the piercing silver of their blades— Asma can squeeze an advantage out of the most desperate of situations; if not over, then through.

Name: Asma (discarded surname)

Alias: Wolf’s Bane (in the Sunset Vale)

Pronouns: They/Them

Race: Human (Variant)

Class: Rogue (Assassin) Lvl 12 🗝️🗡️💀

Background: Criminal

STR: 8, DEX: 20, CON: 12, INT: 14, WIS: 12, CHA: 16

Feats: Sharpshooter and Mobile

Born: 1st Nightal, 1466 DR, Stonyeyes, Baldur’s Gate

Age: 25 during the Absolute Crisis (Eleasis & Eleint, 1492 DR) & 26 during the Reunion (Alturiak, 1493 DR)

Height: 5’7” (169 cm)

Weight: 128 lbs (58 kg)

Skin: Brown

Eyes: Brown (lots of eyeliner)

Hair: Violet-Indigo (dyed; naturally Black)

[gnc-lusting]

~intro post

follow me if ur into t4t lust and horny reblogs

queer t4t polyamorous dykefag switch-verse

nsft asks/dm's accepted and encouraged

we are apart of a DID system

╔═════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═════╗

ezrah: he/him || queer || -🤎

romeo: he/she || achillean || -🌹

sixx: they/he/she || lesbian || -🗝️

violet: she/her || lesbian || -💋

╚═════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═════╝

kinks include but are not limited to:

corruption, intoxication, mind control, primal, ageplay/agere, petplay/petre, size difference, fauxcest, cnc, somnophilia, necrophilia, cannabalism, breeding, feet, forced feminization, misgendering/misogyny, obedience training, praise, degradation, bondage, blindfolds, gagging, choking, suffocation, tempurature, edging, marking, sadism/masochism, werewolves+wolfgirls, catboys, femboys, cock worship, breast torture , knife-play, blood, gore, spit, piss, etc, etc...

sub || dom || switch

DNI: MINORS, radqueer, pro-c map/zoo, transid, discourse blogs, gender conforming cishet folks

[questioning-aspec-culture-is]

questioning gender+acespec+arospec culture is watching the current fronter from the "observation deck" researching everything and doing quizzes and answering them like you would without having to ask them even though 🗝️ey're not sure of its mental age and are "the evil one" (✰ey are your best (and only (real (as in non-imaginary)) friend) and are trying •eir best) (ily violet (/qp) i promise you you'll figure it all out in no time)

<2

[aldercherub]

﹒﹢` 🗝️ `﹒✦︔︉  — Not requested  —  🍂 ☕️

🤎🌙 Dark Academia themed Pokémon Team  🦉🎻

Scarlet and Violet

Including regional starter

No type preference

All available in game’s regional dex

Credit appreciated but not required, please do not repost without link to blog

[fishduo]

🛸 Back to the Future

🗝️ #findthekeytoyourinnersoul

#piscesartists #innersoul #poweredbysquare #supportsmallbusiness #unframedprint #limitededition #digitalart #anime #zodiac #ancient #century #astrology #Purple #Eyelash #Violet #Entertainment #FlashPhotography #CgArtwork #BlackHair #Art #ElectricBlue #Magenta #Space #backtothefuture #beammeupscotty

[ao3feed-kathony]

Woman in a black hood

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52689376 by rainy_sunny_days ♣🗝️🕷️ Kate is a mystic, mysterious woman Anthony can't stop dreaming about. 🗝️🕷️♣ Words: 895, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English Fandoms: Bridgerton (TV), Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn, Bridgerton (TV) RPF Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma's Father, Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma’s Mother, Anthony Bridgerton, Violet Bridgerton, Edwina Sheffield | Edwina Sharma, Miles Bridgerton, Agatha Danbury, Benedict Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton, Daphne Bridgerton Relationships: Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Anthony Bridgerton & Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Anthony Bridgerton/Edwina Sheffield | Edwina Sharma/Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52689376

[arcaninexpokemondeck]

Stage 1 : Evolves from Charcadet

Armarouge----HP 130 🔥

Fire Warrior Pokémon

🔻Ability🔻 Fire Off

As often as you like during your turn, you may move a 🔥 Energy from 1 of your Benched Pokémon to your Active Pokémon.

🔥🔥🌟 Flame Cannon 90

Your opponent's Active Pokémon is now Burned.

Weakness : 💧x 2--------Resistance : N/A--------Retreat : 🌟🌟

Armarouge evolves through the use of a set of armor that belonged to a distinguished warrior. This Pokémon is incredibly loyal.

Illus. AKIRA EGAWA

[Scarlet and Violet Edition] 041/198 ⭐

Key Card 🗝️

[nixytea]

⍉ 𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐖

𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐…𝟺𝟼.𝟾%…𝟽𝟹.𝟷%…𝟿𝟿.𝟿%…𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎!

ree/阴 (she/her) infp-t ૮ • ﻌ - ა my arms are always open!

about me! (rb acc: @tsukilluminatednights )

⚂ likes: enhypen, piano, music, violet evergarden, twst, math

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comms: twitter

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(perm taglist+requests open if u want my brainrot)

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

➢ 𝐞𝐧-𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐞

links: enhypenwriters

♫ music recs!! english | mandarin/cantonese | japanese | korean

[merakiui]

✄ - - anon list - -

a list of all of my named anons. send an ask if you’d like to be added to the list.

- wonderful anon

- rain anon

- 🌙 anon

- fate anon

- vibin’ anon

- anon lin

- sailor anon

- 🐇 anon

- cookie anon

- lumi anon

- ☘️ anon

- v anon

- 🍵 anon

- 🐝 anon

- 🐉 anon

- 🐙 anon

- 🔑 anon

- 🔥 anon

- 🦢 anon

- thirst anon

- kaeya anon

- 🌻 anon

- zhongli simp anon

- aether 🐛 anon

- 🦋 anon

- 🍒 anon

- scared-of-childe anon

- 🌸 anon

- 💌 anon

- 🎂 anon

- orchid anon

- emi anon

- applepie 🍎 anon

- ( ͡≖ ₃ ͡≖) anon

- ioio anon

- 🦆 anon

- 🧸 anon

- 🥕 anon

- rainbow anon

- blep cat anon

- peareye 🍐👁 anon

- 🐏 anon

- 📸 anon

- 💕 anon

- 🍄 anon

- 🩹 anon

- 🍁 anon

- 🥖 anon

- yanven anon

- 🍽💭 anon

- 🐺 anon

- tomo anon

- andromeda anon

- taki anon

- 😅 anon

- :) anon

- galaxy brain anon

- 🥶 anon

- :D anon

- mama anon

- doll anon

- lurker anon

- 🌿 anon

- 🐻 anon

- 🔮 anon

- 🤔 anon

- 🦩 anon

- savanaclaw magnet anon

- 🎭 anon

- plum anon

- fwb anon

- boba anon

- ✨🌌🌒 anon

- 💫 anon

- eel anon

- 🦐 anon

- 😥 anon

- 🖤 anon

- 🦈 anon

- 🌹 anon

- 🍡 anon

- 🌊 anon

- rolly polly anon

- M anon

- heartslabyul anon

- miyanon

- glasscup 🥃 anon

- concha anon

- 🪵 log anon

- mer eggs anon

- 🐔 anon

- ghostie anon

- 🐍 anon

- azul’s tentacle anon

- amethyst anon

- lilac anon

- 🌟 anon

- ☄️ anon

- 🌧 anon

- 🐚 anon

- 👻 anon

- 🌸🍒 anon

- 🍰 anon

- star anon

- 👠 anon

- 💜 anon

- cuchito anon

- 🤺 anon

- 👁️‍🗨️ anon

- lionfish anon

- honey anon

- 🦉 anon

- 🕷 anon

- 🌷 anon

- 🤓☝🏼 anon

- risska anon

- :3 anon

- melon anon

- ☣️ anon

- 🦖 anon

- 🙈 anon

- 🦭 anon

- orca anon

- epel felmier anon

- google translate anon

- ⛩ anon

- >_< anon

- 🫧 anon

- 🎐 anon

- scorpion anon

- 🐁 anon

- 🥀 anon

- 🖊 anon

- jelly anon

- rie anon

- violet anon

- 📚 anon

- 🎶 anon

- ☕️ anon

- merra anon

- pot roast brain anon

- vermy anon

- lily anon

- 🍋 anon

- 📀 anon

- 🫐 anon

- ❤️‍🩹 anon

- barista anon

- 🤠🐈‍⬛ anon

- 🤘 anon

- phantom anon

- 🥥 anon

- ♦️ anon

- rimi anon

- GG anon

- 🐼 anon

- 🥝 anon

- 🪴 anon

- 😇 anon

- 💥 exploding anon

- killer whale anon

- 🐰💤 anon

- 🎨 📝 anon

- princess anon

- wild garden flower anon

- 🦝 anon

- ™️ anon

- 🗝️ anon

- riddle loving anon

- 🎀 anon

- pomefiore 💷 anon

- emphy anon

- 🏵️ anon

- 🐶 anon

- 🪄 anon

- floyd obsessed anon

- ⭐️ anon

- 🍮🥄 anon

- ❤🥐 anon

- 🐌 anon

- no. 1 furina kinnie anon

- jadefucker anon

- bill cypher anon

- mafia tako/mera day anon

- 🖋 anon

- science freak anon 🤡🧪

[clever-and-unique-name]

7 & 11?

7🌼Describe your aesthetic in emojis.

😞🖤🌧️🦇🌕 - Reki

🤔💞☕🛏️👓 - Razael

😐🌿🦝🐿️📚 - Moss

🖤🌑🐺🎼🗝️ - Mal

😄🌈👗💅☀️ - Diego

This has been “Astrid’s emoji interpretation of the others.” They might disagree.

11🌼What are your favourite colours?

Violet and black. Others like pretty much all colors except yellow, and prefer saturated colors to pastels...clearly inferior.

Thanks for the questions

- Astrid

[bunnyboy-juice]

witch, 🍂, 🗝️

witch - what was your favorite costume from past years?

the only costume ive done that wasnt for a group event (aka not for marching band) since i was a child was the Violet from Bound costume last year sooooo ig that

🍂 - pumpkin pie or pumpkin cookies?

pie , easiest choice. pumpkin pie is literally my favorite pie

🗝 - pumpkin carving or pumpkin painting?

carving always (: