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ladylooch · 20 days

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I think we’ll need a blurb of this one day

Connor and Lio hyping them up

In Lio and Savannah’s condo, four adults sit in the living room, getting ready for the latest and greatest fashion show as presented by the Wood and Meier children. Pump up music plays through the sound bar from DJ Woody. Savannah and Lucie settle into their front row seats with a glass of wine. The fashion show director, Sir Lio Meier, is standing with his wooden spoon microphone, slapping it against his palm.

“The show will begin in 30 seconds.. 29 seconds… 28 seconds…” Lucie starts to laugh at his robotic count down. Her and Savannah share a look before Savannah starts digging in her pocket for her phone. She pulls it out, flipping through her apps to get to her camera.

“Ma’am… MA’AM!” Lio directs at his wife. Connor pauses the music. “Hold girls.” Lio calls to the giggling children in the hallway.

“What?” Savannah asks, looking over at Lucie with confusion.

“Can you put your phone down? This is a closed show.”

“Oh, I just want to take pict-”

“No ma’am. Not allowed.”

“Lio….” Savannah laughs. “You’re kidding?”

“I am not. This is confidential.”

“Oh my god.” Savannah mutters, making a show of clicking her phone off and putting it to the side.

“I don’t know. She doesn’t look trustworthy. You better grab that.” Connor interjects.

“Con!”

“Ten! Nine! Eight!” Stella begins to yell into Gracie’s karaoke machine. She has been dubbed the MC for the night. All the adults in the room shudder at the high pitch. Connor reaches over, turning it down about four turns. “Uncle Lee go sit down!” Stella demands. Lio crawls over to his wife’s legs, tossing an arm over her knees. Savannah rests her hand on his opposite shoulder, leaning down to his ear.

“Sass me again and see what happens.” She says while kissing his cheek.

“Will do.” He murmurs back with a smirk.

The music changes to a TV show’s opening theme song that Stella is in love with right now. It’s a bop and has everyone’s heads jiving in rhythm as Winnie and Gracie come rounding out from the hallway.

“Winnie! Gracie! Winnie! Gracie!” Connor mimics like he is a photographer.

“Oh! Oh! He can have his phone!?” Savannah slaps Lio’s shoulder.

“He is a professional. Ma’am, don’t make me ask you to leave.” Lio quips. Lucie howls with laughter, clapping as Connor gets on his stomach and moves his phone in various wild angles while the flash goes off with each awful picture.

“Over here! Strike a pose!” Connor calls.

The girls both pop a hip, trying to keep serious faces that turn into squinty eyes and pursed lips.

“We call this princess high fashion! So chic. So glamorous! Absolutely gorgeous colors coming to a store near you!” Stella shrills into her microphone. “Go change!” Stella yell-whispers at Winnie and Gracie, who then scurry from the room, holding hands, laughing the whole way down to Winnie’s room.

“Stelly, why aren’t your participating?” Lucie asks.

“I’m too old for this.” She rolls her eyes. She may be too old for dressing up, but Lucie is thankful she isn’t too old to participate in a different way.

“Okay, okay!” Stella yells when Winnie waves her hand out. “Next up, our final look, is Sporty WAG era.”

“WAG!?!” Savannah shrieks with laughter.

Sure enough, Gracie comes dressed out in one of her mom’s blazers with her hair in a sloppy bun Winnie obviously threw together and Lio’s cell phone in her hand.

“I can’t. Lio has hockey!” She shouts into the phone while stepping cautiously in the high heels from her mom’s closet.

Winnie comes out in one of the old Devils WAG jackets, feet stuffed in Lucie’s Nike she wore over here while clutching two stuffed animals.

“Babies! Let’s go see daddy at the glass!”

“Awwww!!!!!” Lucie giggles. “Baby come here!!” Lucie opens her arms.

“Hey! No touching the models!” Lio laughs, trying to intersect.

“Prevent me from hugging my kid and I will end you.” Lucie growls playfully, then snatches Winnie up into her lap. She smothers her face with smooches. Gracie hops over to Savannah and Lio, diving into their open arms.

“Did I do good!?” Gracie yelps out excitedly.

“Perfect, baby. Did you have fun?” Lio asks. She nods excitedly.

“I’m gonna be a model when I grow up!”

“Ah yes… how full circle would that be for your daddy.” Lucie jokes.

“Yeah, kinda like your captain kink?”

“Ah!” Lucie yells, hiding her face in Winnie’s bun. “Fine you win.”

#lio x savannah #lucie x connor #lio & lucie

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starsweepers · 6 months

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Pick 3 ocs <3 what's a quote that your muse tries to live each day by? if your muse was handed a $100 bill and told to buy anything they wanted at the store, what would they get? what are some popular foods that your muse hates? what would your muse's bio say if they were on a dating app? how much effort does your muse put into their costume for halloween parties and other dress-up events? do they have any go-to costumes?

i'll be doing laila, faith, and.... i'mma do piper!

what's a quote that your muse tries to live each day by?

laila. “a creative life is an amplified life. It's a bigger life, a happier life, an expanded life, and a hell of a lot more interesting life.” ― elizabeth gilbert faith. "a flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man cannot live without love." ― max müller piper. "our greatest joy and our greatest pain come in our relationships with others." ― stephen r. covey

if your muse was handed a $100 bill and told to buy anything they wanted at the store, what would they get?

laila. $100 isn't a lot to laila. she would genuinely probably spend it on food at a nice restaurant. spend it on her and some friends. faith. probably food or supplies for her diy projects! piper. either paint supplies, books, or would save it.

what are some popular foods that your muse hates?

laila. kale... and she doesn't like most beans. her mom and grandma tend to give her flack about it because of how important beans are to puerto rican food. she does eat them in certain foods and so some of their best dishes don't have to have them removed. faith. she doesn't really care for sour foods. so sour candies aren't her favorite. or pickles. piper. ...are mushrooms popular foods? piper doesn't like them. she's picky on herbs and it one of those people who tastes soap with cilantro.

what would your muse's bio say if they were on a dating app?

laila. laila would find a way for her dating app info to be a novel lol. she's definitely the sort of get as much onto it as she can in an effort to find someone as genuine as possible. faith. she wouldn't be on a dating app because she has ben. hers would literally just. "i'm here for friends who know some fun baking recipes :)" basically it would be. her looking for friends. piper. she would have only panic. i'm thinking like. one word answers to whatever the recommended questions were. "girls."

how much effort does your muse put into their costume for halloween parties and other dress-up events? do they have any go-to costumes?

laila. laila can afford the absolute wild and extravagant costumes. she has to look the best wherever and whenever she can. so she puts her all and works with people to give her it all. her go-tos are anything fashionable and maybe borderline "sexy" in the end. she definitely has an angel costume. but she also likes stupid fun ones, too. faith. faith makes her own costumes. they're not the most incredible, but they're as best as she can make. she wants them to look great still regardless. she also tends to put ben's costume together, too. so she loves couples costumes. her favorite it woody and jessie from t.oy story. piper. piper doesn't really get to do halloween much. especially not parties. when she does, her effort is minimal. whatever is comfortable. whatever swallows her up... sweaters and other comfy clothes. she'll just pretend she's dressed up as a tired college student during finals week...

#thank you max !!!#llimerrence #&&. ooc ( the queen sunshine princess )#long post //#&&. laila ( headcanons )#&&. faith ( headcanons )#&&. piper ( headcanons )

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ssadumba55 · 2 years

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Spending Halloween with Disney Characters!!!

Request: there was none. I figured I'd thank you all for 900+ followers and also just give you a sweet Halloween treat! Happy Halloween everybody! Stay safe to all of you heading out and all of you staying in, enjoy your night.

Woody, Buzz + Jessie (Toy Story)

While Andy is out trick or treating, the toys will play!

And by play, of course I mean sit inside Andy's room and watch one of the many Halloween themed kids movies Andy and Molly have

Stealing Woody's hat to wear on your own head. When he asks for it back, explaining that you can't give it back because you're being a cowboy for Halloween

Scaring Rex, Hamm and Mr. Potato Head (they're really easy to scare and Jessie loves pulling Halloween pranks with you!)

Mission with Buzz to steal some of the Halloween candy mom bought for the trick or treaters downstairs

Sitting on the windowsill with Woody, watching the neighborhood children go door to door

And yeah, you fall asleep way before Andy gets home

And yeah, Woody steals his hat back

Halloween well spent though, you think

Lilo & Stitch

Halloween is one of Lilo and Stitch's favourite holidays

Their love of the holiday inspires you to love it just as much

The three of you do all the classic Halloween traditions

Carving pumpkins, trick or treating, dressing up in costume, watching horror movies (or the child equivalent because Nani won't let you watch actual horror movies)

Every house you go to praises Stitch's costume, you're not exactly sure if they're referencing his actual costume or just the fact that he's an alien

Either way, you all get a really good haul and at the end of the day, you split it all evenly. You and Lilo pick out your favourites and Stitch gets all the rest.

And yeah, you're all bouncing off the walls for months after that but it's a lot of fun!

Miguel Rivera (Coco)

Halloween isn't really a huge thing in Mexico, but children still celebrate it nonetheless

Miguel often gets stuck being in charge of his younger family members while his parents, uncles and aunts hang out

So, the two of you have to go really slow for trick or treating

But you don't mind, it's actually one of your favourite times of the year for that reason

Sometimes, Miguel will bring his guitar and strum a bit while the two of you walk

Somehow, the night always ends with the two of you siting together laughing

Costumes aren't really your guys' thing, you guys don't really collect candy anyway. That's more for the younger kids. It's just an excuse for the two of you to hang out without any worries for a night and be a kid.

Nick Wilde + Judy Hopps (Zootopia)

You can't tell me Nick and Judy wouldn't be an absolute delight to spend Halloween night with!

They would definitely be the type of people to take you to a costume party, they just seem like they really enjoy the vibes of a good party

The three of you would totally match costumes too, it would be Judy's idea, Nick would just go along to make her happy, you would love it just as much

And yeah the three of you would have a blast, dancing together

But you'd all definitely leave the party early and pick up some candy from the local grocery store

And you'd definitely sit on the couch for the rest of the night, in your costumes watching horror movies

Nick loves them, Judy would rather watch something else but since Nick gave into her costume idea she wouldn't say a word

You'd just be happy to be spending time with them

(Nick would totally try and scare you and Judy sometime during the night as well. Sly fox.)

Lightning McQueen + Mater (Cars)

These two would be so much fun to hang around on Halloween because they literally would just love scaring people

Seriously, there would be so many laughs in Radiator Springs that night

A lot of masks and hiding behind walls/buildings to scare the other townfolk

Sally scolds the three of you several times during the night, telling you to stop with the shenanigans and do something else

Luigi and Guido join in at some point during the night

Fillmore and Sarge watch you guys from Flo's, you're not sure if they're disappointed or amused

Sheriff and Lizzie both nearly lose it when you scare them but they think it's funny afterwards

Ramone and Flo stay in all night, which is disappointing to your scaring gang

Doc doesn't even flinch. You're all literally just a pain in his behind while he's trying to do more important things.

Red is the only person you actually manage to upset but it's okay! You all apologize!

(Bonus: if Lightning is at a race for Halloween, then the three of you scare the other racers and Mack instead)

Goofy + Max (A Goofy Movie)

The last time you tried to go trick or treating with the Goof family, Goofy ended up in the ER

(it's a long story, but really that person shouldn't have left their garden gnome out in the centre of the dimly lit walkway)

So this year, you and Max decide to stay in instead

You make popcorn and set up a movie to watch

Goofy promises he won't join and ruin your teenage fun, but that doesn't last very long. By the time you're halfway through the second movie, he's joined in

And it's a lot of fun sitting there watching movies, occasionally getting up to hand out treats to some of the trick or treaters

Max actually finds he doesn't mind his father being there as much as he thought he would

The three of you have a really pleasant evening and yeah, you fall asleep on the couch but it's well deserved after a long fun filled night

The Duck/McDuck Family (DuckTales 2017)

McDuck Manor is the best place to spend Halloween

The children all go out for Halloween, so does Scrooge, which leaves the manor in the capable hands of Donald, Della and Launchpad (who still doesn't have a firm grasp on this whole thing but he's trying)

Oh and Launchpad's boyfriend, Drake Mallard, because Dewey invited Gosalyn to trick or treat with them

Donald hands out candy, because he loves seeing the smiling faces on the children as he adds to their sugary loot for the night

Della tries (and mostly fails) to scare the kids, kids aren't as easily scared nowadays as they were before she ended up on the moon. Stupid internet.

You, Drake and Launchpad spend most of the night with your feet propped up watching Darkwing Duck reruns and tossing candy halfheartedly at each other from across the room

Things get a tad bit more interesting when Gyro and Fenton join the group to wait for Boyd to come back from trick or treating with the kids

And by interesting, of course, I mean, the group of you decide to play Halloween charades but it just turns into a one sided showing up contest on Drake's part

Either way, fun night and you hope you can spend time at the manor for holidays more often

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dercolaris · 3 years

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The Puppet Show

Fandom: Resident Evil Village

Characters: Donna Beneviento, Salvatore Moerau, Angie, The Duke

Relationship: Donna Beneviento & Salvatore Moreau (Friendship)

Genre: Friendship, Hurt and Comfort

Word length: 2269

Warnings: No warnings

Status: Complete

Short summary: Salvatore Moreau often roams the village at night. One evening, he meets Donna Beneviento and her doll Angie.

Have fun!

The moon was unusually bright in the black sky, shrouding the forgotten village in an almost mystical glow. Salvatore blinked a little bit, looking up at the twinkling stars with the greatest effort. It was an extremely rare sight. The Lord smiled dreamily and lost himself for a moment in his own world of unfulfilled wishes and hopes of a simple man. A strong tug in his stomach made the doctor flinch. Less than ten seconds later, the black-haired man vomited a gush of green stomach acid across the muddy ground. Salvatore wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stared at his grotesque reflection in the resulting puddle. He grunted softly. What had the parasite made of him? The man clenched his crooked teeth as best he could and averted his eyes from the horrific sight in the liquid. He walked on through the village, constantly trying not to be discovered by the surviving residents. They would just laugh at him again or scare him away angrily. The doctor still hadn't come close to gaining the respect that the other counts had practically inherited. Despite the fact, Alcina and Karl in particular regularly complained about the lack of obedience of the common people. Incomprehensible. Salvatore snorted angrily. The arrogance of the two families often left the black-haired man speechless. None of them seemed to remember that they too were once part of the community and that their high position was achieved solely through their hard working ancestors. The man dragged himself through the night, occasionally throwing curious glances into the surrounding houses. He knew exactly where the living villagers were hiding in the darkness. They mostly sat with their heads bowed at the sparsely set dining tables and prayed together to a god who no longer existed. They became less every day. One after another was dragged away by the horde of wild lycans. Salvatore trudged to one of the boarded-up windows and peered through a crack into the interior of the house. A couple he knew from the old days sat at a broken door in the completely demolished kitchen. The woman's head was on the shoulder of the presumably sleeping or slowly dying husband, their hands tightly clasped together. She silently cried a few tears into her partner's dirty clothes. The Lord felt his heart grow unexpectedly heavy in his chest.

He had sincere pity for these people and sometimes wished that there could be some other way than to shamelessly exploit them for the ongoing experiments with the parasite. Mother Miranda had, of course, explained the necessity to him several times, but a little bit of doubt remained in his good soul. He stepped away from the window as quietly as possible and continued on his way. As is so often the case, Salvatore did not alert the lycans on patrol. These people deserved at least one night's rest in intimate togetherness. The doctor passed the ceremony area and took the opportunity to greet the obese trader. The merchant grinned contentedly and called happily to the walking Lord: “Good evening, Lord Salvatore. Where are you going right now? It's extremely rare to see you out here in the cold.” The black-haired man chuckled a little. He scratched his flaky skin and replied calmly: "You know that the villagers don't particularly like me, Duke. So for better or worse I'll have to postpone my walks into the nights if I want some peace and quiet.” The overweight man laughed out loud at this remark and took a drag on his stinking cigar. The Duke nodded in false understanding. Fortunately, he was extremely well disposed towards the black-haired man and saved himself derogatory comments about his appearance. Probably just out of sheer greed for money. As long as the customers paid reliably, it didn't matter what they actually looked like in the end. The trader replied in a good mood: “Absolutely understandable, Salvatore. I wish you a nice walk and you know where to find me if you should need something.” With these words, the Duke turned back to his favourite pastime. He bit the fragrant chicken leg in his bloated hand and tore out a piece of the tender meat, chewing contentedly on his late supper. The Lord gave him a short wave and strolled on through the unusually bright night.

At least one person who voluntarily exchanged a word with him. Salvatore finally reached the small river on the edge of the village. The silence of the place made the surroundings seem almost peaceful. How deceptive. He was just about to sit down by the clean water for a while and enjoy the moment of peace when he saw a figure wrapped in black on the jetty. The doctor was clearly surprised. He stepped cautiously closer, quickly spotted the little doll on the slippery wood. Her white dress moved in the light wind of the mountains and gave the false impression that it might be a lively little girl. Her owner, however, did not move at all, at that moment she appeared more lifeless than any of her impressive creations. Donna was a gifted and extremely talented doll maker, but her love for the little girls made of wood was clearly going too far. In general she was a very difficult person, which actually wasn't the poor woman's fault. Mother Miranda had told him in a secret conversation that the lonely Countess on the jetty was not really able to interact with the environment due to some mental illness and had been in compulsive self-isolation for years. The unexpected death of her parents had probably completely driven her insane at the time, so that Donna escaped into her own little world. Salvatore smiled sadly at the thought and slowly trotted towards the hooded doll maker. She apparently did not react to his approach, but the doll suddenly turned to him. The doctor stumped heavily onto the jetty and greeted them in a friendly manner: “Ms. Beneviento. What a pleasant surprise. I am probably not the only lost soul who wanders around the village at night."

The woman didn't move, but the wooden figure clattered slowly towards him. A female, squeaking voice came from the doll's mouth: "We don't like the other villagers, Moreau." The black-haired man giggled at this statement and nodded cautiously. He came to stand next to the Countess, panting, sucking air almost helplessly into his no longer properly functioning lungs. It was always a torture to move with this disfigured body. The man coughed lightly and calmly replied: “I really can't blame you for that. I feel the same way, Angie.” The doll began to giggle at the direct address, her mouth falling wildly open and closed again. She circled his massive figure and then returned to her owner. The wooden figure hopped onto the Countess's lap. This still sat like a pillar of salt on a large stone on the pier. Salvatore fell silent for a brief moment. How do you have an appropriate conversation with a mentally ill woman? He frowned, slightly puzzling. After a while the doctor asked hesitantly: “For once, may I keep you company for a while? I am now more than tired of the constant loneliness of my existence and miss interpersonal conversations.” The doll looked at its owner, who still did not move. They somehow seemed to be engaged in some kind of silent conversation. Finally, Angie turned back to the visitor and answered in a childlike voice: “If you can help me collect some materials, you are welcome to stay with us. Donna is also happy, even if she just can't really show it right now." The addressee perked up his ears. Salvatore smiled happily and nodded eagerly. He scratched his deformed chin and inquired curiously: “With pleasure. You said materials, yes? What exactly are you looking for here on the river bed?” Angie laughed triumphantly and slid elegantly from the silent doll maker's lap. She pointed with her woody fingers at a small basket at the end of the dock. The black-haired man looked inside and saw a multitude of elongated plants.

The doll suddenly appeared next to him and began to explain eagerly: “We mainly need reeds, because Donna wants to carve a new friend for our family tomorrow. She would like to make her an own basket out of the plant.” The doctor smiled a little and nodded in the affirmative. The wooden figure laughed overjoyed, then pointed to the bank with the wild reeds. Salvatore looked at the doll for a while, then carefully picked it up in his slippery arms and approached the wet stones of the embankment. His fingers gripped the first pipes, carefully trying to snap them off. The webbed feet made this undertaking more difficult than necessary. Angie herself helped the Lord by keeping the plants that he had already collected in her tiny hands and commented every now and then about the very good quality of the reeds. The black-haired man listened to the child's voice. He was really impressed. This rare company was giving him an incredibly well feeling in his heart. It filled the man with a long-forgotten ease that had long been lost due to his mutation. He snapped off another plant and mumbled softly to the doll, which had meanwhile sat on his back: “How many should we still take, Angie? I am not familiar with the art of braiding and I have to rely on your experience.” The wooden figure giggled mischievously and looked into its own little hand. She counted the reeds between her fingers, then seemed to consider. After a while she called out, louder than planned: "Two more and we've had enough, Moreau." The man chuckled and leaned back toward the plants. He said with amusement: "Well, if you say so, it will be true. I will get them for you." He took the desired number of reed and broke them with a bit of difficulty. In the end he handed the doll his harvest. She gratefully accepted the reeds. Together they returned to the doll maker, who actually lifted her head slightly this time.

The black mourning veil hid her face as usual, but Salvatore thought he had seen a small smile under the hood. Angie hurriedly hopped down from his hump and proudly presented her harvest to her owner: “Look, Donna! Is that enough? Yes, it is surely enough. We can use it to weave a beautiful basket for our new friend!” The Countess said nothing, just remained silent and motionless on the stone. The doctor rubbed his rough hands. This woman was really mysterious. Nevertheless, he had the feeling that she did not meet him with rejection, as it usually happened in his case. The black-haired man suddenly felt the pressure in his stomach again. He took a few deep breaths. Now was clearly the wrong time to vomit acid in front of a very kind lady. Salvatore successfully fought the nausea and spoke slowly: “You certainly want to weave the basket at home, don't you Ms. Beneviento? I can escort you back if you wish. The sun should come up in about an hour and I would like to make sure that you arrive safely at home.” Her head moved a little again. Despite this slight movement, the lively doll at his feet replied again: “Would you really do that, Moreau? How attentive! Donna would appreciate it very much. Come on, let's go home before they see us. I don't want to meet these annoying villagers.” The doctor held out his hand to the woman on the stone. Ignoring the help, she got up herself, then bent down to take Angie carefully in her arms. She walked leisurely up the path. Salvatore bowed his head a little disappointed. Perhaps she found him too repulsive after all and didn't appreciate his presence. Before he could think about it any further, he felt the doll maker's gaze on him. She had turned slightly to him. "Are you finally coming, Moreau?" Asked the doll with an almost mad laugh. This question literally made the Lord's eyes shine. He released himself from his rigidity and trotted quickly after the woman. Together they hiked to the house of the Benevientos. When he got to the front door, Salvatore came to a stop, panting heavily. This whole walk was more exhausting for him than he thought.

The doll maker opened the locked door with an ornate key and turned to her companion. Angie had meanwhile jumped off her arms and run into the house, talking loudly to the other dolls. The man smiled sheepishly and spoke politely: “Thank you very much for your precious time, Ms. Beneviento. Perhaps you can come and see me in my private property one day. I have an old television at home and I know some very good movies that you might also like. You can think about it, Ms. Beneviento.” Suddenly, the Countess became very stiff. As if in slow motion, her arms were raised and she took the veil from her head, showing her beautiful, pale face. A sprawling organism pulsed on her forehead to the beat of her heart. A smile crept onto her thin lips when she replied very quietly: "Donna." Salvatore forgot to breathe briefly. The Countess slowly raised her right hand and held it out to her companion. He carefully took her hand in his, lowered his head slightly and breathed a kiss on the back of the fragile hand. Salvatore replied happily: "Of course, Donna."

#Resident Evil 8 #Resident Evil Village #Donna Beneviento #Salvatore Moreau #Moreau #Beneviento #Donna #Salvatore #Friendship #Angie #Doll Maker

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oskea93 · 4 years

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Two Ghost (2)

“You look absolutely stunning.”

I couldn’t help but blush, reaching my hand across the table, intertwining mine and Ryan’s fingers. “You look handsome as well.”

He gave me a smile, bringing my hand up to his lips, “I can’t wait to marry you.”

“I can’t wait to marry you either, Ryan.”

4 months.

Ryan and I were to be married in four months. Every little detail was being taken care of courtesy of the wedding planner I had hired. I wanted this wedding to be special, nice. Seeing as this was my first “official” wedding, I wanted everything to be perfect. I wanted the perfect venue, an amazing reception area, the delicious cake, and my handsome groom waiting for me at the altar. I didn’t have to worry about rival gang members interrupting the ceremony or my groom getting ushered away due to “club shit.”

“Are the girls staying the night with Gemma?”

I took a sip of my water, shaking my head. “No-”I started. “She’s supposed to be dropping them off when dinner is over. Charlotte has a doctor’s appointment tomorrow.”

“Maybe this weekend we can have some alone time.” He spoke, wiggling his eyes brows in a suggestive manner.

I couldn’t help but laugh, “We’ll just have to see about that.”

Silence overtook us once our meals appeared. We made small talk, telling each other how good the food was, finally settling on the check. I watched as Ryan removed his platinum credit card, giving the waitress a smile as she walked off with the payment.

“You sure you don’t want to let Gemma take the girls for the night?” He smiled, reaching for my hand.

I entwined our fingers once again, pulling at his hand, “You know I can’t, baby.”

I had told Ryan from the very start of our relationship that my kids were number one. I wasn’t the type of mother to push them off on other people just because a new man came into my life. Ryan would press every now and then, seeing if I would finally buckle. Unfortunately for him, I wasn’t going to buckle to no one when it came to Charlotte and Sophia...

The car ride home was silent, but a comfortable silent. I watched as the big city lights grew dimmer the closer we got to Charming. The small town coming into focus in the windshield giving me a sense of calm. Even though Ryan was a Hale, he wanted as far away from Charming as possible. He didn’t want to stick around like his two older brothers. He had seen what Charming had become in the past decade and the people that had overtaken the streets. The Hales and SOA were bitter enemies, Jax and Ryan included. The two men had grown up around each other, often getting into fights growing up. From what I heard from Ryan, as soon as he turned 18, he packed up his stuff and left Charming. He didn’t come back to the town until his brother’s untimely death, which he of course blamed on the club.

“You want me to walk you in?” I turned my attention to Ryan as he placed the car in park in front of my house. “You know, make sure there’s no boogeyman or anything.”

I leaned over the center consult, pulling his chin in my hands, placing my lips softly on his. The kiss was slow, sweet. Kissing Ryan was like kissing a soft, fluffy cloud. His lips were tender and plush. Sure, there was the occasional nipping or eagerness, but kissing Ryan felt safe.

“Goodnight, babe.” I pulled away with a smile.

I gathered my things, removing myself from the luxury vehicle. “I’ll call you when I get home.” Ryan smiled. I simply nodded my head, closing the door behind me as I started making my way towards the front door.

As I entered the house, I placed my things down on the entryway table, kicking my heels off to the side. I looked down at my watch seeing that I had at least 30 more minutes before the girls would be home. This was my chance to get a quick shower and get things ready for bedtime. I made my way up the stairs, bypassing my bedroom and went right for the shower. I stripped out of my dress, folding it, and laying it on the counter. I washed up real fast, skipping my hair since it would take too long.

Once I was dressed in my pajamas, I made my way to each of the girls’ rooms, picking out their pjs and getting their beds ready for bed. Hopefully, they would be out when Gemma drops them off but they could also be wired for sound. I would have to be the bad guy and put them to bed after Gemma allowed them to do whatever the hell they wanted at her house.

I ventured down the stairs as headlights flooded through the windows. I slipped on a pair of flip flops and walked out to help get the girls in. Instead of being met with dark curls with streaks of blonde, the blonde, slicked hair of Jackson Teller shown dully in the light of the street lamp. Jax and I stayed silent as he passed me Sophia. I watched from behind as he unbuckled a sleeping Charlotte, carefully removing her from the car. We made our way into the house, carefully taking both sleeping kids up to their bedroom. I almost wanted to forgo putting them in their pajamas since they were sleeping so well. I didn’t want to wake them up, especially Sophia, who became a little gremlin if woken up before time. Thankfully, Jax was able to get both girls into their pajamas and tucked into bed before I could lift a finger.

I made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen, filling the tea kettle, placing it on the stove. I had my back turned, reaching for my cup when a familiar set of hands latched onto my side. “How’s the fiancé?”

I stayed silent for a moment as his lips softly moved from my shoulder up to my neck. He followed the tattoo pattern that was inked in my skin, setting fire to the artwork.

“Fine.” I breathed out.

“Just fine.” He continued to tease. I moaned out loud as his hand crept under my shirt, running his callused hands up and down my side.

The sound of the tea kettle began to whistle, snapping me out of my lustful thoughts. I quickly pushed away from the counter that Jax had me trapped against and removed the pot from the heat. With shaky hands, I poured the boiling water into the cup, dousing the tea bag in the liquid.

“We gonna talk about what happened the other night?”

I stayed still, watching as the steam rolled off the cup.

The other night.

What happened between Jax and I the other night was one of the reasons why I dreaded seeing him. I was in a vulnerable state that night. I had too many glasses of wine and Gemma was watching the kids for the night. I didn’t expect anyone to come over, especially not Jax. I had just gotten out of the bathtub, only wearing a robe when I answered the door. From what I remembered, Charlotte had left Bullwinkle, her stuffed moose and was now refusing to go to bed without it. Jax showed up, looking like he always does, and next thing I know my robe is off and Jax and I are going at each other like wild animals. I don’t know whether it was the fact that I hadn’t had sex in months or the fact that I was drunk and Jax and I were alone. I woke up the next morning feeling like shit and Jax sleeping next to me.

“I was drunk and that’s it.” I turned around. “It was a mistake and it won’t happen again, okay.”

Jax looked at me for a moment, a Cheshire grin spreading across his face. “Caroline, you weren’t that drunk.”

I looked down at my painted toes, heat spreading across my face. “I had a couple glasses of wine before you even showed. It was a spur of the moment kind of thing and that’s it.”

Jax let out a laugh, his fingers pulling at his unkempt beard. “You make it sound like it was a random hookup, like you and I don’t even know each other.”

I rolled my eyes, taking a sip of my drink. Ever since I met Jax, he has driven me absolutely crazy. I fell in love with him the very first moment I met him, even having sex with him within an hour of knowing him. I was young, naïve, and looking for a way out. I knew I didn’t belong at that bar, I wasn’t like the girls that worked there. I knew that I needed better in my life and being a “hang-around” was not going to be my destiny. I had heard about the infamous Sons of Anarchy, especially Jackson Teller from the other girls. Most of them knew them on a personal level and had certain favorites. Before I even met him, the girls told me to stay away from Jax. He was a whore and was only looking for someone to keep his dick warm for the night. Well, being the naïve 18-year-old I was at the time, I was willing to be that person. From the moment I saw him walk into the bar, I was smitten. I didn’t even care if I never saw this guy ever again, I just wanted to be alone with him for however long.

Fast forward to present day and two children later, I can see why the women at Jury’s gave me such a warning when it came to Jax. They were familiar with men like him, handsome, dangerous, and unfaithful. I didn’t see that until it was too late. I was blinded by the handsome husband and being bought with money, jewelry, and trips to new and exciting places. Not to mention, a gorgeous building to start my clothing store. I didn’t want to believe that my wonderful husband was fucking anything with blonde hair and long legs. I wanted to believe that he was just busy with the club or that stupid porn studio he invested in. When it became evident that Jax and I’s relationship wasn’t going to work anymore, I felt like a total failure. Old ladies don’t leave. Old ladies stick it out and try harder to please their men. Well, I was done trying.

I was able to get away from Jax and keep it that way for almost two years. I met Ryan and we instantly hit it off. He was the ying to my yang. He was the type of guy that never interested me but I was grown and looking for an adult relationship. A few weeks after Ryan purposed, Jax and I started fooling around. It all started when the club went into lockdown and everyone had to go to the Red Woody warehouse. It was late and the sexual tension was building up. It happened in a blink of an eye and I told myself it wouldn’t happen again. I was engaged to be married. I knew what it felt like to be cheated on and here I was fucking my ex in the bathroom of a porn studio. I did everything in my power to stay away from Jax and it seemed like it was working. I guess you could say it was working until last week when we had sex everywhere but the bedroom…

“It’s getting late, Jax.” I spoke.

I didn’t realize how close he had gotten, being close enough that we were almost toe to toe. I looked up at him, his green eyes staring right into mine.

“I can be out of here before the girls get up.” He whispered, his hands finding mine.

If Charlie and Sophia found their dad and I in bed together, that would be one long therapy session that I didn’t have time for. They knew us apart and with other people in my case. Charlotte, especially, would get her hopes up and think that Jax and I were back together. “And what happens if they wake up in the middle of the night from a nightmare or something? What if it starts storming, Jax? You know Sophia hates thunderstorms.” I was trying to come up with every pathetic excuse in the book to get him to leave.

My heart started beating fast as he brought our hands up, pinning them to the wall behind me. I was trapped against the wall, Jax’s body flush against mine. “We’ll cross that bridge if we get to it, darlin.”

#Jax Teller #Jackson Teller #jax teller fanfiction #jax teller imagine #jax x oc #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy imagine #Charlie Hunnam #charlie hunnam fanfiction #charlie hunnam imagine #SOA

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at-the-exd-of-everythixg · 4 years

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💍 +][Pascal and Rhys][

@blind-mutant

send me 💍 + A SHIP and i’ll tell you—

where they get married

I'm,,,,very soft at Pascal shyly suggesting his old church because fuck it, he wants to make new memories. Better ones where he can look at the building he grew up in and...be happy.

when they get married ( ie what time of day, what month and season etc. )

Mid May! Rhys calls it his early birthday present and welp...he isn't wrong. They get married in the late afternoon since it's a good time for Rhys and Pascal's powers.

what traditions they include ( do they get married under a chuppah and crush a glass, garter toss, ‘something borrowed, something blue,’ etc. )

They don't have any traditions since the boys want something for them! Something new!

what their wedding cake looks like

Funfetti flavour since these boys absolutely just picked one at random and both of them are delighted by a cake that has FUN in it.

….who smashes cake into whose face

Rhys absolutely does but Pascal moves out of the way and smashes it into Rhys's. Full bastard mode.

who proposed to who first

I definitely think Pascal whips out something incredibly sweet, like getting the dogs to have little messages attached to their collars in braille and then having Korra with the marriage one on or Pascal having romantic night of loving Rhys and then proposing after weaving a prophecy he worked on for a few days.

,,,,or Rhys sleep deprives Pascal to surprise purpose him but mostly I think its Pascal who does it.

who walks down the aisle and who waits at the altar ( or neither )

100% I'm using this to toss in the very unlikely chance that Pascal sees his sister again so!! Cassandra walks Pascal down the aisle because "I might as well be your dad with the shitty decisions you always take". Pascal is offended but fair.

what their wedding dresses / suits / other look like

Rhys absolutely gets a beautiful outfit like this and honestly it could be black or a dress pants but I loved the stars and the big star on the chest on it while Pascal plays up the holy look and looks like he's walked out of heaven to hit that marriage up.

what their wedding colour scheme is and what sort of decor they have

O hh I like the idea of them having them a woody theme? Nice gold and black against wood and they absolutely play up the sun and moon theme.

what flowers are in the bouquet ( if applicable. bonus: what do the flowers mean? )

They have begonias, morning glories and red sunflowers since I definitely imagine they would have sunset themed flowers!

what their vows are ( eg poetry, traditional, improvised etc. )

Rhys ends up giving a sweet speech about how things are worth going through and suffering to be here with someone you love. That Pascal is special to him and worth more than anyone he's ever met and he would go through anything to be with him (but absolutely gives a more...possessive version of those vows later that night to Pascal).

Pascal talks about how he had always assumed that people would be happy before him. He would live a life devoted to too many and alone from the one person who understood him. But things are better with Rhys and Pascal wants to be by his side, devoted to him and him alone. That Rhys was something Pascal could never dream of predicting (that gets a groan out of everyone).

if anyone’s late to the wedding

Cassandra is and that's because she got wrapped up in one of her visions of Rhys and Pascal,,,Does Rhys want to know???

who’s in the bridal parties / groomsmen / other

Rhys gets his own dog and there's a small fight about Korra but they agree to share while Pascal gets Cassandra and some of his work friends. Zuko gets a special matching outfit as usual while Korra gets little dress herself.

what their bridal party / groomsmen / other are wearing

Cassandra demands a dress where her eyes can be fully out while the boys MELT over their kids all dressed up for their parents wedding.

who gives speeches at the reception ( bonus: what do they say? recount a sweet memory or two between them? tell an embarrassing story? )

Some of Pascal's co-workers give talks of seeing Rhys and Pascal with the dogs and then Cassandra just whams everyone by talking about how Rhys and Pascal could be pirates, vampires, humans or magic; the men before her are the first to marry and the first to tie their fates together for good (Rhys is S O smug at his other universe self that he got there first,,,,but a witch you say 👀👀)

who catches the bouquet( s )

Korra funs after it and the boys love her for it.

what their wedding photos are like ( are they sweet, with the couple holding hands or kissing or ~gazing into each others eyes~? are they silly, with a snapshot of the ‘cake-smash’ moment? or are they artistic, with one of them facing the sunset or holding their bouquets? )

So many of Rhys emotionally rolling his eyes at Pascal telling an awful joke and a lot more of them kissing and holding each other's hand while beaming so happily. A rather good one of Rhys whispering something to Pascal while Pascal chugs out smoke too.

what sort of food they have at the reception

Honestly Pascal wants anything that's got taste so they get homemade burgers and chips along with salads because Pacsal demands that Rhys eats healthy even on his wedding.

who cries first during the ceremony

Rhys does and Pascal cries emotionally because he refuses to do that gross hitching nosies.

how wild their reception gets ( who dances the best, who gets drunk first, etc. )

I don't think it would since Pascal burns though alcohol quicker and Rhys doesn't want to forget a single moment of this night outside of being gently tipsy. But Cassandra challenges Pascal to a dance off and oh god they're both awful its exactly like B99 of Amy vs her brother.

what their rings are like

200% Rhys will have a sun ring and Pascal a moon ring they both agreed to go all in with the celestial theme or not at all.

what sort of favours they have ( heart shaped sparklers, mini champagne bottles, personalised candy etc. )

They get personalised collars for the pets (and Cass gives one that's human sized??? Cappie whose meant to wear- oh.) And some special Japanese style bath house tickets! (Pascal sweats when he releases that it's a bath,,,,that Rhys can go naked in,,with him,,,,oh god).

where they go for their honeymoon

Probably to that Japanese bath house!! Rhys is a gremlin who needs to take FULL advantage of two weeks with a giant bath, man who can not into alter reality with predictions but,,,his corny husband who sweats when he sees thay Rhys packed the crop and lingerie.

something memorable that happens during the party / ceremony ( do they run out of ice and someone goes to get it in full formal wear on foot, does anyone fall asleep in the middle of the party, etc. )

Pascal slow dances with Korra and everyone gets into an argument about the best breed of dog. Cassandra also tells Rhys that he's been murdered by Pascal in a universe but haha what are the chances of that happening....unless??? (Pacsal reassures Rhys thay she isn't lying and that it's a joke that...he and Cass used to do a lot to people in the cult)

who officiates the ceremony

Cassandra does since she technically has some form of legal power as a cult leader and used in the Dragonfly Corporation for years now.

what song their first dance is to

My funny valentine

who gives who away as they walk down the aisle

Cassandra gives Pascal away and Korra gives Rhys!

#ask #blind-mutant #he speaks of holy fates (pascal)#headcanon #wedding meme #god Pascal would be doomed at a bath house with sexy Rhys completely full raccoon at having a husband ALL to himself #he won't be able to sit for ages sksksks #and i absolutely was not gonna pass up on Cassandra because we needed a babysitter somehow and also Pascal deserves it

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Your Buttons, Da’len

Synopsis: Sweet, sweet release of coiled up sexual tension in the rotunda.

Warning: Fluff and Smut. Dirty Talk. Begging. Exhibitionism. Some Humor. This is a rewriting of an old fic turning it from Mature to downright Explicit. You can also read it in AO3.

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Solas looked up from the book he was reading. He squinted at the flickering lights caused by ravens circling around the rookery. It was a busy night in the upper floors of the rotunda.

Usually he would have been able to tolerate the noise and the people, but tonight, he was particularly on edge.

He just visited the inquisitor’s quarters that afternoon and while they shared an intimate kiss, it led to nothing more. Solas tried to exercise a bit of propriety regarding their relationship. He left her room before he can allow himself to push things any further, much to his frustration.

The birds finally stopped squawking. People were starting to return to their quarters. It was time for Skyhold to sleep. Perfect.

Solas turned his attention back to his book. Perhaps the writings of Genitivi on Fade and Spirits Mysterious could distract him enough to put his burning urges to rest.

Not long after, the door from the great hallway creaked open- a new distraction threatening his solace.

Inquisitor, he identified, without even turning to look. He could smell everything- the woody scent of her hair, the musk of dried sweat on her neck, the honeyed wine sitting on her tongue.

He closed his book and put it down on the table. The inquisitor was a distraction yes, but one that he would always welcome.

Solas felt his whole body ache for her. He rolled his tongue inside his mouth and then bit down his teeth- a habit he picked up whenever he tried to pacify his impulses.

He has been struggling so hard to hold himself back since the first time he held her.

Part of the hesitation was fear- with the growing desire that boiled and gnawed at his insides, he feared that he would break her if he did take her.

That, and the relationship was doomed to end in the first place.

He knew that eventually he would have to break her heart. Minimizing the emotional (and physical) entanglement was, he decided, the most logical course of action. Nobody said anything about it being desirable.

Solas stood up and turned to face the inquisitor.

“Vhenan,” he said finally, but what he saw almost made him choke on his own spit.

Gods, she was wearing a dress.

It was of marvelous silk with gold Orlesian embroidery cascading down her lithe legs.

As she sauntered towards him, the thin fabric would emphasize the curve of her thighs. A brief image of his fingers digging onto her hips flashed through his mind.

Solas tore his eyes away in embarrassment.

“I take it you don’t approve?” Kali asked.

“No, you look absolutely beautiful.” he assured her quickly. Oh the things I would do to you, he added in his head.

She seemed delighted to hear it. “Josephine had it made for me. She wanted me to wear it to a meeting with some marquis.” Kali scrunched her nose. “She insisted that this was necessary to… induce favorable outcomes. I feel a bit strange in it though.” Kali did a little turn, the silk brushing lightly on the floor.

As she turned, Solas noticed that some of the buttons on her back were undone. Tsk, tsk so careless. Why must you tempt me like this.

“Did you put on the dress yourself?” he inquired. “You missed a few buttons.”

Her face turned bright red. “I… yes. I did not want to trouble Josephine any further…” her voice trailed off.

Solas studied her embarrassed face- this was a face that she showed only to him. She dared not show weakness and doubt in front of their other allies. The inquisitor knew the role she had to play and she played it well.

Regardless, her guard was always down around him. Seeing her like this pleased him, like discovering the dark secrets of Dirthamen.

He extended his hand, “Come closer, vhenan .”

Every step that Kali took threw daggers into his heart. He can hardly contain himself. I will have to end this soon.

But perhaps not tonight. Not yet.

Solas held her by the waist and gently spun her around so her back was facing him. As she turned, the woody scent of her hair drove Solas full to bursting. He closed his eyes for a moment and allowed himself the pleasure of this proximity. He observed the dress and started unbuttoning it.

“Solas?” she gasped.

“You have the buttons all wrong, da’len.” he said. “I have to take them off to put them all in the right place.”

He looked up at the rookery and noticed some people returning to the tower. Like moths to a flame, people leaned on the ledge and observed them. From what Solas could see, there was Dorian, Fiona, the mages, Leliana and her spies.

They all pretended not to look but he knew that every move was being burned into memory to share over cups of ale later.

What he had with the inquisitor was no secret but the two of them tried to be as discreet as they possibly could.

“Relax. I am not just about to undress you here. Not when so many can see you.” his voice was calm, putting a lid on the storm brewing in his heart.

As Solas undid the buttons, more and more of her white flesh became available for him to touch. He traced a finger down her spine, his fingertips like little electric currents running across her bare back.

Kali let out a whimper. Ah, she is enjoying this. Imagining her face at that moment filled Solas with a terrible, feral desire to take her right there on the floor of the rotunda where so many can see.

He hiked the dress up, exposing her bare thighs for his eager hands to explore. Gods, she wasn’t even wearing smallclothes underneath! Another secret exposed only to him. It wouldn't be out of line to show my appreciation now, would it? Solas licked his lips, already convinced of the answer.

“Should I?” he asked, his voice softer than a hush.

A brief pause. She was hesitating. The demands of propriety, he was all too aware.

Then, a blessing. A slight nod of her head. A demure yes leaving her supple lips.

Emboldened by this concurrence, he bent her down on the table. He then fixed his hands over her hips and pulled her against him roughly, closing the gap so she fit perfectly between his legs. The table rocked with force as Kali held onto it.

She gasped, too surprised to make out what words to say. All she could think about was his hard cock currently pressing on her ass. The yearning pooled in her gut as she rubbed her legs together in an attempt to ease her arousal.

Solas rocked into her gently, feeling her warm skin against his erection. He grunted as he pressed his cock harder onto her ass, relishing the friction between their bodies.

“S-Solas please…” she whispered, her voice thick with wanting.

“Please what, vhenan?” he bent down and kissed her back.

His hot breath seared her skin as he licked her flesh, salt against his tongue. The more he licked, the more he wanted. He opened his mouth further and flattened his tongue on her shoulders, ending the trail with a bite. Kali cried out in surprise. Their position made everything a surprise to her.

In between kisses, he continued rocking into Kali, feeling as much as he could feel through the leather straps of his pants. Kali's knees buckled as she met his every thrust. She let out a strangled groan, a mix of frustration and pleasure.

Solas fumbled with the fabric of her dress so that it gave him access to her bare navel. He then ran his fingers down towards her clit. Inch after agonizing inch, closer to where he wanted to be. He stopped at the nub and circled it with his middle finger.

Bold, very bold. He heard someone say from upstairs. Was it Dorian? He truly did not care, the world could end at this moment and he will die in bliss. More. He needed more. He was wild with need. And yet, he was deriving so much pleasure in delaying what the inquisitor wanted from him.

Kali trembled uncontrollably under his firm hands. “More...” she begged. “Please let me feel you.”

“They are watching us upstairs, vhenan. Perhaps we should stop? Hm?” he whispered.

"N-no! Don't stop!" Kali exclaimed. She scratched the surface of the table in an attempt to contain her moans.

Solas palmed her heat, his fingers threatening the entrance. He teased one finger up her slit, just slightly dipping in to wet the tip. He observed with mad delight how Kali’s shoulders quivered in anticipation.

“Now, Solas.” she wailed.

“You have to say it, inquisitor.” Solas said, certain that this will awaken something in her. He knew that the title bothered her, no more than being called Fen’Harel used to bother him. It was a kink, one that they shared but only Solas knew.

“Please... please fuck me.” in her frustration, she pound on the table with her clenched fist. "Ema 'ma dhula i pala em!"

Solas smiled. It was strangely fascinating how Kali spoke straight elvish when in distress. For a moment he wondered what other crass elvish phrases her pretty lips can utter. He dug his other hand into her hair and pulled slightly so she was now looking up. Then, finally giving into her need, he slid two fingers inside her all at once. The slickness of her opening eased the entry. Kali cried out in surprise.

Fuck. She was hot, tight, and unbelievably wet. Solas gritted his teeth and clenched his jaw. His cock ached against his breeches, yearning for contact. He wanted so much to take her, to damn everything for this wonderful woman.

He tilted his head to look above him, at the many eyes that were now gaping at them. It has been such a long time since Solas has involved himself in mischief. It was invigorating.

In ancient Arlathan, such displays weren’t a cause for alarm, especially when it comes to people who wield power. Most would turn a blind eye and keep to themselves. The inquisition would surely talk about this, but none would judge them for taking their pleasures where they can get it, he was certain. Almost certain.

Solas curled his two fingers inside her and pressed on her walls in quick rhythmic pulses, eliciting a muffled cry from the inquisitor. She bucked her hips against him, desperate for more friction. The pull on her hair brought pain that twirled with the pleasure pounding into her. More. Please. Harder. Her mind was reduced to a dizzying mess of begging and desperation.

Taking out his fingers slightly, he ran it up and down her folds, then entered her again with a more determined thrust. He groaned as he was reintroduced to the scalding heat inside of her. He let go of Kali's hair and then frantically started to take off his pants with that hand.

Kali pressed herself down on the table, her arms stretched out like a cat. It was an invitation. She too wanted more. This view brought pause to Solas, as he looked up at the upper floors once again, becoming more and more conscious of what he was about to do.

Should I, vhenan? Now? With everyone watching?

He decided against it, perhaps not tonight. Instead, with a bit of rift magic, he just pulled inside her, pressing hard on her most sensitive spot.

It was almost enough to unravel her. She chased her climax, grinding incessantly against the force of his hand. He felt her tighten around his fingers as he pounded against her, each thrust harder than the next.

Kali threw her head back, moaning elvhen curses into the open air. “I’m close...!” she rocked against his hand, completely oblivious to the people watching them.

“I know, vhenan. I can feel you.” Solas felt her pulsate on his dripping wet fingers.

A slew of elvhen curses tumbled out of Kali’s honeyed tongue as she felt her pleasure reach its peak. “I... I can’t! Solas!”

“Yes, you can.” Solas thrust harder and harder into her, his force unrelenting. “Cum for me, inquisitor.”

That did it. Alas, she came undone.

“Fuck!” she cried out as the orgasm hit her in waves. Kali shook uncontrollably as the aftermath of pleasure coursed through her body. She heaved deep breaths while propping her elbows on the table. He felt the gush of warmth drip onto the floor.

“Good girl,” Solas smiled as he tenderly helped her up and turned her to face him. He kissed her. Long, deep, and hard. She was still shaking as he explored her mouth, slipping his tongue in with gentle, playful flicks.

Solas pulled away ever so slowly and observed Kali’s flushed cheeks. Kali could barely stand.

“Now... I have to finish what I started,” he said.

Kali’s eyes grew large, unsure whether she could go through another world-shattering orgasm.

“Your buttons, da’len .” Solas chuckled softly.

"Ah. Of course." Kali huffed and looked away.

His hands went around her and got to work. He finally started buttoning her dress up. And then, after a moment too soon, he finished setting it all in place. “It is finished.” he said.

Solas steeled himself as he let his fingers linger down the small of her back one last time.

“Bravo!” there was clapping on the second floor. The two of them looked up and saw Dorian shaking his head in awe and disbelief. The rest of the people in the upper floors started dispersing in hushed whispers.

The realization finally dawned on the inquisitor. “Shit! How many were watching? Oh, Creators…” she fixed her dress in a hurry and made her way to the door.

“I’d say about half of Skyhold,” Dorian humored her. “But don’t worry about them, I’m sure they only have nice things to say about your little… public display of affection.”

Kali groaned and laughed inspite of herself. She did not regret it, but only wished that Solas would continue.

She hurried towards the door. Before she pulled it open, she stopped and looked back at him. Her face glowed and a small smile graced her lips. “Thank you… for fixing my dress, hahren.”

Ah, she retreats back to formality. Solas smiled kindly at her. “On the contrary, I think we quite ruined it,” he said when he realized that the fabric was wet and damp and sticky. “Perhaps it can be laundered before you wear it to your meeting.” he said.

"Yes, well. Thank you anyway." she said.

"Certainly, inquisitor." Solas said, loud enough for Dorian to hear.

“HAH!” Dorian’s voice cackled in the background.

The inquisitor hung her head and walked out of the rotunda. Solas watched her scurry away like a wolf would his prey.

He wanted to follow.

But perhaps not tonight.

#solas smut #solavellan smut #solavellan fanfiction #solas fanfic #dragon age inquisition #dai fanfic #solas #lavellan

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batgirl-87 · 5 years

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Hogwarts Mystery Gang: Signature Scents

So while making the Amortentia post for the HPHM Gang I did a lot of research with perfume/cologne notes which inspired this post which is purely just for fun ;) I may even do more, who knows?!

I had a lot of fun making this and I have to say I’m actually rather proud of it. Enjoy =)

(If you want to reblog with, or make a post about your own MC’s and/or Jacob, please do so and tag me =) Images ended up larger than intended...)

My MC - Adelyn-Keira: Black Opium - Yves Saint Laurent

“A rock ‘n’ roll interpretation of the classic that should highlight the dark, mysterious side” “Fascinating and seductively intoxicating, the opening notes of adrenaline-rich coffee and the sweet sensuality of vanilla recline into the softness of white flowers for a modern, young, and vibrant interpretation of addiction.” “A haunting kind of innocent sweet creamy dream” “Intoxicating, warm and cozy, alluring, sexy and beautiful” “Sweet. Warm. Sexy. Beautiful. Sophisticated.” “Fall in a bottle” “Dark. Sweet. Sexy. Spicy. Enticing.”

Notes: Coffee, Vanilla, Warm Spice, White Floral, Pink Pepper, Patchouli, Pear, Jasmine, Orange Blossom, Bitter Almond, Cedar, Licorice, Cashmere Wood

Rowan: Vert d’Encens - Tom Ford (unisex)

“Represents the scented interpretation coast of Corsica, sophisticated, aromatic, and wild” “Smoky incense, pine resin, and fir balsam evoke the sense of a dense forest and rugged peaks, while delectable heliotrope and woods heighten the grand atmosphere of sea and shadow.” “[This] is what promiscuous forest Nymphs would smell” “A walk through a warm forest” “Beautiful green earthy incense” “Aromatic. Distinguished. Epic. Wild.”

Notes: Woodsy, Balsamic, Aromatic, Wood Resin, Pine, Incense, Balsam Fir, Heliotrope, Fresh, Green, Smoky

Ben: Cool Cotton - Clean (unisex)

(Or Blur - Maison Martin Margiela [I thought the name of this one was also perfect =p])

“A citrus aromatic fragrance for men and women” “Clean, fresh, simple” “Like freshly laundered cotton sheets” “Clear blue skies, beaming rays of sunshine, and the soothing texture of soft cotton” “Reminiscent of Spring” “Subtle and calm, fresh and crisp”

Notes: Cotton, Citrus, Mint, Musk, Amber

Penny: Beautiful - Estée Lauder

“A romantic, light bouquet of a thousand flowers, combined with citrus on the top and warm, woodsy notes in the base.” “Intensive floral heat is sweet...the base notes are warm and elegant [creating a] creamy, vintage, rich floral chypre” “Intoxicating,classy, elegant, complex, fresh, and feminine.” “Romantic. Feminine. Memorable.”

Notes: Floral, Aromatic, English Marigold, Rose, Carnation, Tuberose, Jasmine, Mimosa, Lily, Orange-Flower, Ylang-Ylang, Lilac, Chamomile, Freesia, Sandalwood, Amber, Violet, Vanilla, Mandarin Orange, Fruity Notes, Black Currant, Bergamont, Green, Vetiver, Sage, Neroli, Cedar

Bill: L’Homme Intense - Prada for men

(TBH I almost went with Fahrenheit Absolute by Dior which is a smokier, more intense, “darker” version of Fahrenheit, with amber and myrrh, described as “leaving an impression of adventure” because I thought while Bill had this one, Charlie liked it but it was a bit too much for him so he went for the Fahrenheit version instead which is woodsier. So... alternative? Options?)

“High quality, expensive, cool, smooth, seductive, mature” “A multi-layered experience...to evoke the elusive nature of the multi-faceted Prada man” “Imagine a gentleman wearing this scent in the Fall/Winter, well dressed, having a glass of wine with an attractive woman on the couch in front of a fireplace (Fleur =p)” “Familiar and comforting” “Soft and playful but also elegant, classy, and sexy” “Sweet and spicy” “Masculine. Sexy. Alluring.”

Notes: Leather, Amber, Iris, Tonka Bean, Patchouli, Sandalwood, Myrrh

Barnaby: Boss Bottled - Hugo Boss for men

“Warm, sweet, inoffensive, subtly sexy” “Classic, manly, elegant, and cozy” “The fragrance is fresh and sharp with a woodsy base. A fresh and fruity blended with floral and spicy heart with a masculine base.” “Smooth, creamy, masculine, and seductive” “Soft, elegant, and sweet” “Woody, warm spices, masculine citrus, fresh...A calm scent, gentle, sparkling like a stream in the sunlight” “A loveable scent with a simple agenda” “Like an inviting, sensual apple pie” “Fresh. Sweet. Spicy.”

Notes: Woody, Vanilla, Warm Spice, Fruity, Apple, Cinnamon, Sandalwood, Bergamont, Plum, Vetiver, Mahogany, Oakmoss, Cedar, Carnation, Geranium, Olive Tree, Musk

Andre: Touch for Men - Burberry

(or L’Homme Ultime - Yves Saint Laurent - it was almost this one but Andre and Burberry are a match made in heaven. I almost gave him two signature scents because I had such a difficult time deciding between this one and Touch for Men - or Mr. Burberry Indigo - other options/alternatives)

“Sophisticated, confident, sexy.” “A clean fragrance created by fairy dust. From a magical wish to the physical realm... Captivating and addicting.” “Versatile - can be dressed up and be formal and classy or dressed down and casual” “Beautiful, intoxicating violet leaf gives off a powdery vibe accented by clean musk and spicy pepper and cedar” “Subtle fragrance that makes you feel clean and sophisticated” “Classy and fresh” “Soft and refined, unique and classy.” “Dressy casual” “Classic representation - a gentleman” “Unique, sexy, fresh, energizing” “Fresh and elegant” “Sophisticated and comforting” “Elegant and creamy” “A gentleman’s cologne” “A versatile, wearable fragrance that is welcoming but rich in contrast”

Notes: Fresh Spicy, Ozonic, Musky, Woody, Aquatic, Aromatic - Violet Leaf, White Musk, White Pepper, Tonka Bean, Cedar, Nutmeg, Vetiver, Artemisia, Mandarin Orange

Tulip: Byzance - Rochas

“Floral, aldehydic, vintage, woodsy-spice” “Unique, strong, beautiful” “Very strong and complex with a dark mysterious vibe” “80s vibe” “Conveys the message ‘I know what I’m doing’ without being domineering or a know-it-all” “Oriental-floral and warm spice that reminds one of Turkey”

Notes: Warm Spice, Floral, Woody, White Floral, Tuberose, Aldehydes, Turkish Rose, Carnation, Spices, Ylang-Ylang, Sandalwood, Cardamom, Jasmine, Heliotrope, Amber, Vanilla, Musk, Anise, Basil, Lily, Mandarin Orange, Green Notes

Tonks: Rock Angel - Oriflame

(And maybe later Roses & Chocolate - Mancera ;p)

“Fragrance for modern women inspired by rock music and youthful rebellion as well as tenderness and elegance that are symbolized by an angel. This fragrances tends to illustrate and distinguish the two sides of a woman - the temperamental and strong side and the gentle and subtle side. ‘Destroy stereotypes, redefine the boundaries, show the world your unique combination of gentleness and power’ it demands.” “Definitely one with a strong personality”

Notes: Fruity, Sweet - Bergamot, Pear, Red Apple, Peach, Praline, Grapefruit, Gardenia, Rose, Vanilla, Violet, Patchouli, Sandalwood, Musk, Cedar, Tuberose

Charlie: Fahrenheit - Dior

“A woody, floral, musk fragrance for men” “A resolutely contemporary fragrance characterized by a meeting of extremes. Fresh, elegant notes blend in perfect harmony with bolder, more virile overtones to create a scent that is warm, subtle, and distinguished.” “Represents the ‘perfect man’ - Classically masculine [while] unafraid to show a softer side. Doesn’t mind getting their hands dirty as long as the job gets done but cleans up nicely. He’s fun, can laugh at himself, has manners and class. A true gentleman who treats his date with respect yet a sexual stunner when appropriate. Showcases his intellect without being pretentious or condescending. Knows his strengths without being arrogant.”

Notes: Leather, Fresh Spice, Aromatic, Woody, Ozonic, Honeysuckle, Nutmeg, Vetiver, Violet Leaf, Musk, Lavender, Cedar, Sandalwood, Amber, Patchouli, Hawthorn, Tonka Bean, Bergamont, Jasmine, Mandarin Orange

Jae: Intense Oud - Gucci

“Simple elegance, smooth, refined, rich” “Dark and warm” “A cleverly crafted fragrance” “Deep and richly layered character” “Simplistic Elegance. Daring. Subtle Sophistication. Warmth.” “Manly, sophisticated, comforting, irresistible... Not overpowering, bold, or loud in the face [but] smooth, smoky, warm leaning towards a “modern” masculine” “Extremely luxurious Oriental fragrance - smells like you’re a billionaire”

Notes: Balsamic, Smoky, Oud, Incense, Olibanum, Saffron, Amber, Pear, Raspberry, Bulgarian Rose, Orange Blossom, Woody notes, Patchouli, Musk, Leather

Badeea: Portrait of a Lady - Frederic Malle

“Elegance personified” “Vintage and modern at the same time” “Consider perfume a portrait of its wearer: the sound of her voice, her gaze, the way she plays cards. At once timeless and resonant with today, here is a scent that speaks of her innate sophistication. Charm that emanates from within, boldly depicted without; an expressive portrayal of modern grace.” “Consider perfume a portrait of its wearer: the sound of her voice, her gaze, the way she plays cards. At once timeless and resonant with today, here is a scent that speaks of her innate sophistication. Charm that emanates from within, boldly depicted without; an expressive portrayal of modern grace.” “Portrait of a Lady is more like portrait of perfection. It smells like fantasy stories, mysterious and deep.”

Notes: Warm Spice, Balsamic, Rose, Patchouli, Incense, Clove, Sandalwood, Raspberry, Black Currant, Cinnamon, Amber, Musk, Saffron, Benzoin

Liz: Philosykos - Diptyque

“Fresh. Green. Juicy.” “Humid. Juicy. Watery. The dampness makes it feel alive, like it just rained and now it’s sunny.” “ Like you’re walking through fig trees in mid-August.” “Scent of a snapped twig of a plant full of sap” “A green scent with a hint of warmth.” “Imagine cold Indian summer morning, sun slowly rising, a woman is drinking her hot tea with coconut milk watching the sunrise through an opened window, while a cold breeze brings in the smell of freshly cut moist grass.” “Natural smelling” “The memory of a Greek summer at Mount Pelion. To get to the sea, there was a natural grove of wild fig trees to cross through. The sun at its zenith heated the earth, the dry wind carried the scent of the trees and their fruit. Philosykos is an ode to the entire fig tree: the green freshness of the leaves, the density of the white wood, the milky flavour of the figs.” “Creamy. Green. Woody. Earthy.”

Notes: Green, Woody, Fresh - Fig Leaf, Fig, Green Notes, Fig Tree Sap, White Cedarwood, Woody Notes, Musk, Coconut Milk

Diego: 1 Million Intense - Paco Rabanne

(there are so many Paco Rabanne fragrances that would work for Diego - think we found his brand =p)

“This high-impact fragrance creates a multifaceted signature of masculinity. Freshness, striking and assertive, refined yet virile, elegant, and one of a kind.” “Very sweet, intoxicating, warm and spicy - definitely attention grabbing.” “A nice, strong, and deep sweet masculine scent” “Strong and intoxicating but playful.” “Darker, spicier, and smoother...less loud, more interesting” “Modern, irreverent, provocative, and charming.” “Intoxicating sweetness, spicy musk, seductive, and rich.” “Warms the senses” “Fresh. Spicy. Vibrant.”

Notes: Warm Spicy, Cinnamon, Rose, Blood Mandarin, Cardamom, Saffron, Black Pepper, Sandalwood, Neroli, Patchouli, Leather, Iris, Orris Root

Talbott: Rocabar - Hermès

“A unique smelling scent which captures the feeling of the great outdoors perfectly. Pine woody notes combined with citrus and vanilla notes gives this scent a freshness and lightness but there remained a beautifully earthy feel to the scent.” “Opening briefly with sharpness, dries down to be warm, cozy with a touch of cool majestic” “Strong silent type with wisdom in his eyes” “Manly but soft around the edges” “A mixture of chypre with a dry resinous and spicy oriental feeling, something able to transmit a rough and at the same time velvety” “He is down to earth and rough, but kind hearted and refined.” “Whispering gentleness and intelligent manner.” “The man who knows but remains silent.” “Reflects a man who is calm, assured, and kind.” “It seems to breathe in the fresh air of a pristine forest” “Elegant. Reserved. Alluring.”

Notes: Woody, Aromatic, Fresh Spicy, Warm Spicy, Balsamic - Juniper, Coriander, Bergamont, Lemon, Cedar, Canadian Balsam, Benzoin, Vetiver, Italian Cypress, Cardamom, Vanilla, Violet, Carnation, Oakmoss, Patchouli, Fir

Chiara: Balenciaga L’Essence - Balenciaga

“Possesses an ethereal quality” “Opens with an ozonic feeling in the air on a summer day when it’s about to storm. It has a perfectly gentle, vague woody base that is warm but not heavy, nothing sharp or intense... just grassiness in a lush garden.” “Green, wet, lush, and juicy while soft and powdery.” “A natural, fresh, forest scent” “Lovely creamy green scent” “A dark mysterious forest after it’s rained, out of a fairytale” “Calm and confident but not boastful, kind, a little playful, and friendly.” “Light and airy and soft...like a whisper in paradise, a dream that lasts only for a second. Makes people curious with its enchanting quality” “Charming and loveable scent” “A really beautiful forest floor scent - shaded trees, cool air, violets everywhere, and unicorns!” “It’s like inhaling all the greens of a deep wood with a very shy sun gently caressing the trees, yet heavy grey clouds are still present and the moss and grass are still humid after a short and light rainfall; flower beds of wild violets - you are alone and introspective” “Lovely, quite melancholic, energetic yet meditative, subtly sweet”

Notes: Green, Woody, Aromatic, Ozonic, Powdery - Green Notes, Violet Leaf, Violet, Vetiver, Cedar, Sandalwood, Patchouli

Merula: Midnight Poison - Christian Dior

“A bewitching scent” “Empowering” “Thick sweet woods dripping in amber and spicy dark rose” “A dark potion of almost black roses and earthy bitter patchouli. Spicy, sexy, intriguing. No softness, no sweetness. Unapologetic and fierce darkness.” “Brooding patchouli and sinister spice...Dark, spicy, and woody.” “Maleficent” “Seductive and intense. Makes one feel confident” “Opens sharp and overpowering but dries down, mellows out, to creamy and sweet.” “Feminine with a gothic edge” “Gothic dark beauty” “Mysterious and seductive yet there is a strange innocent quality” “Smoky and sultry with subtle sweetness and softness” “Strong and dynamic - demands attention” “A magic elixir dark witches brew to entice and enchant” (need to get my hands on some of this! My MC would also rock this - she’s going to “borrow” some from Merula =p)

Notes: Patchouli, Rose, Amber, Citrus - Bergamot, Mandarin Orange, Warm Spice - Vanilla

Ismelda: O - Blood Concept

“Unique and enigmatic.” “Weird, sharp, and unique.” “Cruel leather with metallic notes... a predominant kick in the nuts” “Up close has a softer presence, more pleasant and actually comforting” “Smokey, strange, bitter” “A bizarre combination that is pleasant despite its strange quality. Powerful, direct, and confident. The composition is modern, minimalistic, edgy, empowering, and unisex. Aromatic and spicy...strong...projecting power and confidence.” “And interesting fragrance that can come off as cold” “I could see Lestat wearing this” “Smoky, intense, earthy, and definitely bizarre” *Others have said this scent has made them physically sick (well with Ismelda’s unwashed hair...maybe it’s not that, maybe it’s this!)

Notes: Leather, Metallic, Sweet - Raspberry, Smoky, Woody - Birth Tar, Virginia Cedar, Caraway, Rose, Cyperus Esculentus

Jacob: Olympic Rainforest - Olympic Orchids Artisan

(and Narciso Rodriguez for Him - Narciso Rodriguez - probably wears this darker fragrance more after the Vaults and Cult experiences, but the Olympic Rainforest reminds him of living in Canada, being in the great outdoors, and provides him a sense of peace and comfort)

“Explore the mysterious, lush, mist-shrouded rainforest of the Pacific Northwest where everything is constantly green, every surface dripping with water and covered with life in the cycle of growth, decay, and rebirth.” “Like hiking through a recently burned forest to the untouched forest beyond.” “A touch of sweetness underneath the woody, rustic smell.” “Opens very dark but soon dries down to some sweetness and warmth.” “The forest is alive and dynamic.” “Something soothing yet daring - takes great risks” “Phenomenal, sublime, majestic, embracing.” “The change from the cool, wet pine through the floral heart and warm honeyed wood is like the passing of a summer’s day in the forest.” “Bitter, dark and cool to warm, soothing, slightly sweet.“ “Spicy, resinous, mossy, fresh, rich, natural” “Lovely, therapeutic, calming yet playful.” “Has a pensive, calming, almost therapeutic quality” “Like hiking through the forest after it rains”

Notes: Woody, Balsamic, Earthy, Aromatic, Woody Spice - Canadian Balsam, Port Orford Cedar, Oakmoss, Sword Fern, Myrrh, Boletus Edulis (Forest Mushrooms), Black Spruce, Beeswax, Wildflowers, Rhododendron

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callmehopeless · 5 years

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Never Say Die

Kylo Ren x Reader

Chapter 1: When The Party’s Over

Words: 1739

Plot:

The most embarrassing whimper cuts his throat: low and dark and desperately anxious. The plasticky smell almost seems eclipsed by a whole new curl of fragrances; too fast for you to comprehend. Spicy, delicious, intolerably strange. Synthetic and not. Laced with so many drugs that confusion rattles your gut. "Alpha" he groans, squeezing his eyes shut as his breathing comes in thick and fast "please".

A/N: Thought I’d upload my newest Ao3 fic here too! Let me know what you think.

The student union smells like a pit of hormones.

It's not, what you'd call, a refined space. Not by any means. Mostly, it's crammed with the wild pheremones of unmated Alphas; pulsing in time with the music, eclipsing the regular waft of Beta and Omega scents. Mingling in your nose, it's unmistakable: bitter, raw spice. Woody. Other Alphas make your hair prickle - confined spaces and sweaty bodies make you want to claim out some territory. Bark at anyone who steps a little too close.

But this isn't undergraduate school. You're not walking into the pit of death.

Breathe.

"Vodka coke" Rey grins, handing you a rippled glass of dark liquid. She's got this look about her; the one all those Omegas do. Dark, short cut hair: femininity in the curve of her jaw. Her scent radiates life. Something crisp and beautiful and oddly feminine; decidedly radiant. She smells like fresh oranges, like sugar and scones and crisp apples. They all do - they all smell like that. Like something delectable. A delicious food; a warm comfort. You know plenty of Omegas - well, plenty of female ones.

Fucking figures.

You wrap your fingers around the cool glass; pulling it to your lips and downing it. A buzz in your pocket: two buzzes. Probably Finn filling up your voicemail box with drunken calls about seeing a cute dog or something.

"Gonna nip outside. There's..." you gesture with your hands eccentrically, earning a huffed laugh from Rey. She's good like that - the closest friend you've got, easily. She listens. Gets your erratic humour.

"Stay out of trouble, buddy. And if you see-"

"-Yeah, yeah. I've got it" you huff "go for the jugular."

She toasts you as you shuffle through the crowd; pulsing bodies rammed too close together. The booths are utterly squashed in: leather sticky with stale beer and old musky scents. Your head is nearly pounding in time with the music - is this place ever even cleaned down? Is disinfectant really that hard to come by?

But the balcony is so much better; the summer night air hitting your skin and cooling the sweat on your brow. Your dress flutters in the breeze. Nothing fancy - short and black. Red lipstick. A dash of eyeliner. You don't want any of these schmucks getting any ideas. It's not shameful; not even a little. Being an Alpha doesn't make you lesser. Maybe, when you were a teenager, that shit clung to you like a thin sheen of sweat - but times are changing. Female Alphas don't get shirked like they used to anymore. Hell, there's even some...some real and legitimate sense that you're something special. Something to be curated.

Which is easy for them to say. Easy for Betas to sit back and sip their lot. You're not ungrateful - you're not. The whole obsession with Alpha and Omega pairings being the only way to get by is gross and outdated and tasteless.

That doesn't stop the pining, though.

"Thought you didn't like this place."

It's a voice that sends your lip curling; turning you to whirl around on the concrete floor as your hand braces yourself against the wooden balcony.

Ben fucking Solo.

"That's none of your business, Solo."

He licks his lip - and it fucks you off. Everything about him fucks you off, in some sort of...some sort of systemic domino effect of bullshit only he can pull off.

The guy's your absolute, grade A-type bullshit ass arrogant Alpha prick. Built like a brick house; ripping muscles all stuffed under a button up shirt. The top buttons are always just a little disheveled - as though he's trying to shove his scent glands right up into unsuspecting faces. Tousled black hair, pointed nose. Bumpy. Like he's broken it one too many times from putting it where it isn't wanted. Brown eyes. Pouty lips. Freckles.

He's hot - of course he's hot. He had to be hot, didn't he? He can't leave anything to chance. That's not how Ben Solo works. He doesn't do that whole fumbling student schtick you see in 9am tutorials. He's pressed, he's on time. Law student or something. Rich parents.

Prick.

"Cat got your tongue?" he clucks, flashing a slight smirk at you as he shoves his hands in his pockets. His pheromones dart off in all directions: punchy and heady. Like dragging a spoon of cinnamon over your lips. Your Alpha senses keen upward: eyes heavy on his. Keep him in your gaze. If he lunges; you'll be faster.

"Sorry; I'm curious. Did my tone not spell it out for you? Won't you just fuck off?"

He mockingly rolls his eyes; chewing the inside of his cheek. His nostrils flare as he takes you in: no doubt weighing up how much he can torment you before you snap and bite off his head.

"Something I said?"

Your grip on the balcony railing tightens. A group of students shuffle by; Ben's tall form shuffles closer to you.

Your chest threatens a rumble.

"She was cut up, you know" you spit, pulling up an index finger and jabbing it at his chest. "You spend three weeks following her around like she's your one and only, and then her heat comes and you promise to be there, and you just...dissolve? Without so much as a text?"

Rage darts from your pores; heady and thick. You can almost smell it yourself - you imagine half the Alphas at this bar can smell it, too. Soaking into the walls.

Ben doesn't flinch.

"If you're so worried" he shrugs, brow darting upward "you're her best friend. Why don't you just-"

You fucking tried. You tried. But you hear the air leave Ben's lungs as you throw him up against the brickwork; fisting at the top of his collar as your chest heaves. His pupils dilate thickly; anger, surprise. He's surprised. Part of you knows that's the only reason you were able to force him back up to the wall - he's probably two hundred pounds, easily. He could easily just throw you from the ledge of the balcony.

Scents dance in your periphery. You're drawing an audience. Alpha fighting Alpha. It's a dance as old as dances can be.

"Shut up" you hiss; baring your teeth as you lean up on the balls of your feet. "Before I rip your throat out through your nose."

Ben's pheromones are point blank shooting you in the face; and now you're closer, they're...entangled. Plasticky. The cinnamon smells like that shitty syrup you get in coffee shops - it's marred with chemical dryness that oozes from the pores in his neck. It's a smell that comes with blockers - illegal blockers. They help Alphas stop rutting on every poor Omega in their periphery. But Ben's are disgustingly strong - which just about figures. Figures he'd be a sex addict.

He eyes you with a heaving chest; projecting threatening undertones, challenging you to act.

You're so sick of him.

"You smell like shitty blockers" you growl. "They're illegal. Or do you not give a fuck about the law so long as you're the one applying it?"

It's absolutely one hundred percent not something anyone in civil society would ever, ever bring up. But you've snapped - you're too far gone. Rey is wonderful; she's your closest friend, and he'd rather see her treated like dirt than admit his own misgivings or fears. He deserves this. Worse than this.

Something fractures. Ben's pupils swallow his iris; his scent scatters. In that momentary weight of shock, his head dips just enough that his gland is exposed to you - exposed just enough that it's a subconscious victory. Submission keens at his spine as you hum deep in your chest; adrenaline flooding you as his pheromones relent to yours. It must be humiliating for him - an Alpha so arrogant, so highly regarded - to submit to your gritty gaze.

"They're legal" he says dryly.

You scoff; letting go of his shirt.

"Right."

And just like that: Ben's gaze drifts to the crowds. Away from you. Eyes down. It's victory; you can taste it.

"Tell me why, then" you shrug angrily, folding your arms over your chest "if you're not hiding anything: tell me why."

Alpha voice breaks through: and Ben's hands shake in his pockets. He's trying to fight it; trying to fight a direct order from a victorious sparring partner.

His plush lip trembles. You're acutely aware of just how anxious he is - just how much he's suddenly, irrevocably fearful under your watch. It's something heady and odd and dangerous - something you don't quite understand. Perhaps he's not the arrogant prick you see him for.

"...Don't ask me to do that" he whines. He tries so, so hard to use his Alpha voice - but it's a mess. His voice wavers as though he's a teenage boy - wavering with uncertainty, with darting inflections. It only weakens his position as he huffs a breath, trying to move away from you and back into the safety of the pulsing bar.

You maintain your gaze. Lip set. Jaw square.

Ben pushes away from the wall; and in a moment of madness, you grasp his wrist.

His pulse flutters so wildly under your hand that it muddies your brain. Your fingers can barely lapse the muscle of his arms; they're huge, bulging things. Hands large and calloused. But even so; you grip as hard as you can. Thumb on his wrist scent gland, an automatic motion with no bearing on any attempts to control him whatsoever. But everything swerves. His dark waves of hair fall across his forehead as he weakly tugs his wrist; as though your grip is iron and not the weakest response imaginable.

His dark eyes are almost raw. He's vibrating with energy; shuddering and shaking in his shirt at your demand. What the fuck? Is he really that high on blockers that your scent is knocking him this hard?

"Alpha" he groans, squeezing his eyes shut as his breathing comes in thick and fast "please".

And just like that; your grip releases. Shock radiates from you as you watch his broad back dart for the exit.

He doesn't look back.

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malodorousmalcontent · 5 years

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ALKEMIA REVIEW

This is the first review for twelve samples I received from Alkemia. I’ll be reviewing Foxfire; Vespertilia; Silken Tent; The Raven; and Salome.

FOXFIRE

NOTES: Sugar Infused White Ghost Fire Ambres Blanc, Jasmine Aldehydes, Nardo.

So this one starts out so light I was almost certain that it was gonna disappear on me pretty quickly, but... Actually it didn't! Which was surprising. More than that, it actually has pretty good staying power - i've been wearing it for a couple hours now and it's goin' strong. Its throw is maybe a few inches off the skin - i'm not catching whiffs of it randomly, but I don't have to hunt for it at my wrists.

As for how it actually smells, it's very pretty and feminine. It's soft and fuzzy - that sugar comes out pretty strong, amplified by the vanilla in the white amber. It's interesting: on one wrist I mostly smell that, while on the other it smells more strongly like a floral, with the jasmine aldehydes easier to pick out. I think that's cause I have less of it on the latter wrist and it's drying down faster - I start to catch those sharp jasmine florals on the drydown on the former wrist, too.

4/5! I'm not big on sugary scents, so I don't know if i'll get more of this, but it's objectively a very nice scent. UPDATE: This is now one of my absolutely favorite sleep scents and I wear it all the time. Bumping it up to a 5/5.

VESPERTILIA

NOTES: Wild apples, quince, black and jasmine tea, lilies, Palo Santo, golden amberwood.

When I first got it, there was a really fresh note to this that I found super intriguing and nice enough that I set it aside in the, 'ooh i'm excited to try this on', pile. When I put it on, for just a minute or two it got real clean, real soapy - and then kinda faded into something that's just nice, fresh, smooth and just a tiny bit sweet, like a super distant fruit smell. At first I thought it must be the quince, but the more I huff at it, the more i'm getting the apple - light and a little sour, like sniffing a granny smith. (It's a little harder to pick up because i'm comparing it to S92's Last Exit, which is a super realistic apple scent, like standing in an apple orchard, and this is a little more... Stylized apple.)

On the drydown, it gets a little bit of a woody bitterness to it, and the apple gets a little more amped up. It doesn't have a lot of throw, a little less than the others i've tried, which makes it hard to be sure if it's faded or not with my broken-ass nose since it's already a pretty light scent.

3.5/5. This is a really nice, fresh scent, a little soapy but not too much, but I wish it had more throw.

SILKEN TENT

NOTES: Candied angelica, Chrysanthemum, Nardo, Jasmine-scented rice pudding, Blonde caramel, Golden amber.

Wow I wrote a full review for this and then scrapped it because I was writing it as I was wearing the scent, rather than after. So here we go!

This is a cool scent. Uh, not literally, it's actually a really warm scent, I mean cool like... Radical. It starts out for maybe the first 15, 20 minutes as very subtle and elegant - 'silky' is indeed a very good word for it. It's a little sweet, but not as much as I expected (I kept reading about the rice pudding note being, uh, notable), with a decidedly savoriness to it. Not really much floral.

Within half an hour though, boy, that sweetness amps - not enough to be sickening or anything, it still remains very mature and elegant, but now the rice pudding and caramel is very notable, with maybe a hint of floral sitting underneath it. This makes me think of something worn by a statuesque woman with an art deco silhouette dressed in golden silks.

And this binch stays. I wore it for a couple hours with it going strong, then scrubbed it to try something else on - and had to give it a second wash because it just wanted to stay on my skin.

5/5.

THE RAVEN

NOTES: Ebony, Black Spice, Leather, Piper Nigrum, Ink, Black Iris.

HA HA OH MAN THIS IS A WEIRD ONE.

This is COLD. Cold as BALLS, and DARK, probably the first time i've smelled something and genuinely gone 'mm, pitch black, yep'. This smell makes me feel like i'm looking down into an inky-black cursed well on a cold night. Ink is definitely the thing i'm smelling the most in this, but it is far from a one-note perfume: i'm also getting the leather, and oh man the PEPPER is literally making my nose tingle, and then just a hint of green, wet floral down at the bottom that is most definitely the black iris. Every note in this stands out while simultaneously combining to make a smooth, dark, spicy, unisex-leaning-masculine, SUPER WEIRD scent.

It fades down a bit after an hour or two, and that pepper goes away, leaving only the slightest trace of it. Mostly what's there now is the ink and leather. The throw is the Standard Alkemia On Abby's Skin - maybe a few inches - and after 2 hours it's still there, but significantly less noticible.

4/5. I really like this, but am docking it half a point for how it's already fading, and half a point for the pepper, which is just a biiit too much for me.

SALOME

NOTES: Oriental florals, cognac, dark plum, vanilla, botanical pheromones, and red oud.

Oh, finally, something that's starting out strong.

This is the perfume that taught me to let shit rest for, like, even two seconds. I put this on immediately when I got my package, and mostly what I got was subtle, watery green-ness. After even like, what, 24 hours? 48? It's a totally different scent.

Upon immediate application, this is rich and a little bitter and i'm definitely, definitely getting that dark plum. It's really pretty, the florals are strong and it's a little fruity, and there's something rich in there that I assume is the cognac.

After a lil bit the sharpness that is just this ENTIRE perfume kinda chills out and the notes kinda blend. It's still mostly a fruity floral, but I can just barely get that hint of vanilla somewhere deep down there, sitting under all that and the cognac. This gets warmer and smoother the longer I wear it. It's really nice. It's sexy. This works conceptually just as well as The Raven does.

Standard Alkemia-on-Abby throw of maybe 4 inches from my wrist. Can't report on longevity yet.

UPDATE: holy crap after a couple hours just, wow, pheromones. That shit ain't playing. It's not overpowering, but, wow. Definitely there.

5/5. Might fullsize this one.

#perfumes #perfume reviews #alkemia #salome #the raven #silken tent #foxfire #vespertilia

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canaryatlaw · 3 years

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Okay part two! and then the two english speaking members like purposely stranded the third band member who doesn't speak like any english in the target and it was actually the funniest fucking thing to watch, and we had checked out the target (casually) in the suburb he's from and it wasn't that one, and apparently someone tracked down the target they were at and it happened to be close to the taco bell, so we took a target trip grabbing some random stuff, I grabbed a cute dress and then they had said pajama party in the video, so I felt obliged to buy pajama pants (which I'm currently wearing) and a pack of underwear because I like having a lot of underwear 😂, and once we'd run around the store and had our fun we headed out and back home. It was like 6-ish at the point, so I was home to livetweet Batwoman when it came on an hour later, and I'll save most of my feelings for the podcast (though they're pretty clear on the live tweets already) but let's just say I found one of their plots incredibly cringey and stupid and to be perfectly honest kind of homophobic, which is fucking wild when the lead character is a lesbian, but I guess they had to fit that in there for god knows what reason. but yeah, wasn't a fan for that one. anyway. once that was over I wanted to watch the final episode of allen v. farrow on hbo max, which had dropped like just then, and oh boy (I'm not gonna get graphic or anything but here's a trigger warning for potential discussion of sexual assault) and man, this show was absolutely damning for woody allen, like after watching this I 100% believe Dylan and the credibility of her accusations, it just makes so much sense. There was one part particularly when they were speaking with the prosecutor's office who found probable cause to go forward with the case against him, but they ultimately didn't charge him for a number of reasons, one of them being putting a 7 year old on a witness stand and ask them to recount the worst thing that's ever happened to them sounds incredibly traumatic, so I can't blame them from thinking that way. They had a sit down between Dylan and the prosecutor who had made that call all these years ago and the prosecutor was like "out of the sexual abuse and murder cases I've tried, this is the one that haunts me" and Dylan kind of wishing she had the opportunity to testify, but she recognized all the potential issues that would bring up for her. So yeah, highly recommended if you're into that stuff (if you're not, definitely do not watch). Once that was over I switched to the grammy's because BTS was "performing" (it was pre-recorded) and they dragged it out until the end of the damn show, but it was a really cool performance and I didn't realize this at first but they basically rebuild the grammy stage so it would look like they were performing there when they're actually in Seoul, and it ends with them dancing on the roof of the building (which still gave me so much anxiety when it looked like not all of the edges had barriers, even if they were nowhere near them). And yeah, so I was happy with that, and then Billie Eilish won the final award and she seems like a really great human being and I can really like her and support her for that, but I just do not understand her music at all. like I'm glad other people like it because I want her to do well, I just don't get it at all, lol. anyway. once they were over I showered and started getting ready for bed and now I'm here and it is way too late right now (just past 2:45 am, yike) so I'm going to go to bed now. Goodnight peeps. Hope your Monday doesn't suck.

#daily journal #March 2021

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remainseatedatalltimes · 4 years

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And the decade ends with a...

So concludes another year, and with it, another decade as well. Now, I wish I could sit here and reflect on what a game-changing, exhilarating and revolutionary year 2019 was in the world of cinema. But I can’t. In fact, in my 8 years of writing this one time annual blog, there has never been a year that was as insipid as this past year was. So much so, that unlike in previous years where I have always started this blog highlighting some of the greats of the year that was, this year I’ve decided to start with the bottom of the barrel. But don’t fret, there are a few glasses of the good stuff left. Not many, but a few.

To set the scene, my least favourite film of 2019 is a movie (and no, it’s not the one you’re thinking of), that will likely go on to be nominated for several Academy Awards in just a few short weeks’ time. And it should be nominated. There is plenty to praise about this film. But incredible performances, stylish directing and a story centered around one of the most fascinating events in modern history does not always a good film make. Not when it’s told in such an obnoxious, pretentious and self-indulgent way. So, to kick things off, I present to you, my least favourite film of 2019 – Once Upon A Time In Hollywood.

I should say straight off the bat that I am only a moderate fan of Quentin Tarantino’s work. I love his film knowledge and his passion for making unique, and also highly nostalgic films. But I’m also a firm believer that storytelling is at the heart of great cinema, and I often feel Tarantino sacrifices storytelling for brilliant, but often bloated camerawork and cinematography.

I had high hopes for Once Upon A Time In Hollywood however. This was Tarantino working with an incredible cast, telling an original story set within one of Hollywood’s most infamous eras – and when the wonderfully retro and charming trailer dropped, I couldn’t have been more excited. This should have been the perfect canvas for Tarantino to shine.

But instead, Once Upon A Time In Hollywood is a frustratingly tedious, hedonistic film that almost feels like it’s mocking its audience with its in-jokes and smarmy blurring of lines between real events and fiction. In just shy of 3 hours, Tarantino essentially conveys 3 things: actors are self-doubting creatures that need constant re-assurance (no surprise); Hollywood is a game of relationships where not rocking the boat is paramount (again, no surprise – most industries are the same); and that shocking audiences is apparently very easy when you take a non-fiction story and completely change the ending (1 plus 1 equals 7). I know what you’re thinking. How can that possibly make for a near 3 hour film? Well, I refer you back to Paragraph 2 of the Remain Seated At All Times Tumblr blog post titled “And the decade ends with a....”, where I stated that this film is “obnoxious, pretentious and self-indulgent”. Just like that entire last sentence is superfluous…well…you get the point.

So to prove that moving on once you’ve made a point IS achievable, let me then proceed to the other atrocity of 2019: Roadkill. Sorry. I mean, Cats.

Now before anybody jumps up and down and complains that a movie that is – in fact – so much worse than Once Upon A Time In Hollywood isn’t my worst film of 2019, I offer you this one short piece of commentary. Cats is the kind of epic, unequivocal, indescribable disaster that actually transcends awful into a place of almost fascination and reverence. You know what I mean. Like watching a YouTube video of someone mixing paint. You know it’s ridiculous to sit there and watch it – but you can’t look away. You’re transfixed. And I will take that over boring arrogance any day.

Cats is NOT boring. It’s far from it. Much like the musical that inspired it – which so happens to also be one of the worst musicals ever created – Cats is a bold, daring attempt to deliver something no one ever wanted to see. Humans behaving like cats singing boring ballads. Add to it an insipid score that needs serious remastering, awful special effects, and an enhanced story-line that makes zero sense (yes, I know, they’re dancing humans dressed as cats – why am I surprised by a ridiculous story-line?), and you have 90 minutes of sheer bewilderment. The only saving grace: Hopefully the movie has sufficiently taken the last of nine lives from this atrocious musical so that we never have to endure another performance – either in film, OR on stage.

So now that we’ve taken out the kitty litter, let’s look at some of the brighter sparks of 2019. Because, whilst there were actually NO films last year that I reviewed higher than 4-stars, there were still a few gems that warrant some attention. These include last year’s Best Picture winner, Green Book; the dark and twisted take on one of DC’s greatest villains, Joker; the hilarious and earnest original whodunit, Knives Out; and the epic end to the greatest movie franchise in history, Avenger’s Endgame.

But taking the spot of my 3rd best film of the year was the latest film in the franchise that constantly delivers the impossible – a better film with each and every sequel. In its simplest form, Toy Story 4 is a beautiful romantic comedy featuring two stand-out lead characters. But whilst the lovely romance of Woody and Bo Peep take centre stage, it’s the gobsmackingly clever new characters including the show boater with no self-confidence – Duke Caboom– and my absolute favourite new character of 2019 (and spirit utensil) – Forky – that ultimately steal the show. Pixar never ceases to amaze, and Toy Story 4 is no exception. The idea of creating a kids movie positioned around a romantic comedy, where a core character is made of trash, thinks of himself as nothing more, and needs to learn self-worth from scratch, is something truly extraordinary. So thank you Pixar for giving me Forky. A character that taught me so much, even at my age!

Speaking of education, slipping into 2nd place is Olivia Wildes glorious directorial debut – Booksmart. This joyous, hilarious and utterly original coming of age story is spearheaded by stellar performances by its two leads. But it’s the way the film manages to use its often absurd humour to elevate its very sincere reflection of growing up in today’s day and age that really set this film apart. Booksmart continues the trend of unique, smart coming of age stories where young love is not the focus. Instead, it simply heroes its two smart and strong female leads and showcases that there’s no one more important than your best friend.

And so we come to my favourite film of the year – although, favourite is probably not the best word to use given how uncomfortable I found this film to watch. But it’s precisely that discomfort that elevates this harrowing and heartbreaking film to my number one spot. That film: Hotel Mumbai.

I understand that putting a dramatized version of a horrifying real-life event at the top of my list may seem odd – and for many reviewers, this movie felt exploitative. But I couldn’t disagree more. For me, Hotel Mumbai deftly balances the fears and bravery of its protagonists with a dismaying reflection of the motivations (or often lack there of) of the terrorists. Add to that some social commentary on the political failures that made the tragedy far worse, and you have an uncomfortable to watch, but ultimately poignant reflection of just one of recent history’s most horrifying incidents, and my number 1 film of 2019.

Now, to avoid ending this recap of 2019 on such a dire note, I should point out that there are a large number of additional films I feel should be included in this list including Roma and The Irishman. However – given I don’t review movies I see outside of cinemas (how can I honestly review a film I watch on a plane the same way I do on a giant immersive screen), I’ve intentionally left these off the list. Likewise, there’s a number of films I missed this year – including the well-reviewed Parasite, and the latest from the genius that is Taikia Waititi – Jojo Rabbit – that I feel would likely have been quite high up in my rankings had I seen them in cinemas earlier in the year. Although, given Once Upon A Time In Hollywood was my least favourite film – and yet it just walked away with a Best Picture award at the Golden Globes – then perhaps not. Which is probably why I shouldn’t give up my day job. Call me old fashioned, but I like my movies to have a plot. And a point.

But for now, that’s a wrap on 2019. Lets home this new decade brings with it more reasons to return to a cinema near you. See you next year!

#movies #movie review #movie list #best movies #best films #Film Review #film #best of 2019 #year in review #theyearthatwas #hotel mumbai #cats #once upon a time in hollywood #toy story 4 #booksmart #cinema

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