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men--fashion · 4 months

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Fantasy Pour Femme Perfume by j.

Fantasy Perfume stands out as a true gem. Its fusion of floral and fruity notes, combined with its citrusy top notes and aromatic base, creates an olfactory masterpiece. Embrace the allure of Fantasy Perfume and let it be your signature scent, a testament to your individuality and elegance. Fantasy Perfume, known as Fantasy Pour Femme, is a fragrance created for the modern woman. It offers a unique olfactory experience that ensures you stand out from the crowd whenever you wear it. Let’s delve into the essence of this remarkable perfume and discover the stories it can tell.

Artistry of Perfumery

Perfumery is an art, and Fantasy Perfume is a masterpiece. Perfumers use a harmonious blend of scents to create fragrances that resonate with our emotions and memories. The process involves a delicate balance of top, heart, and base notes to craft a multi-faceted olfactory journey.

Fragrance Categories

Fragrances are categorized into various families, each with its unique characteristics. Fantasy Perfume falls into the floral and fruity category, making it a delightful combination of freshness and sweetness.

The Perfect Match

The floral and fruity category is a delightful union of scents that appeal to the senses. This combination offers a refreshing, vibrant, and enchanting fragrance. Fantasy Perfume’s fusion of floral and fruity accords promises a delightful olfactory experience.

Top Notes:

The top notes of Fantasy Scent create a captivating introduction. With the zesty and invigorating scents of grapefruit, raspberry, and orange flower, this fragrance starts on a citrusy and fruity note that awakens the senses.

Heart Notes:

Orris, praline, and jasmine blend harmoniously to create a floral bouquet that is both delicate and alluring. This phase of the fragrance exudes elegance and femininity.

Base Notes:

The base notes of Fantasy Scent provide a warm and persistent conclusion to the olfactory journey. Vetiver, patchouli, and vanilla infuse the scent with an oriental aromatic quality, making it both inviting and long-lasting.

Women’s Fragrance:

Fantasy Fragrance is crafted exclusively for women. It encapsulates the essence of femininity and sophistication, making it the perfect choice for those who want to express their unique charm and elegance.

Application Tips:

To make the most of Fantasy Perfume, apply it to pulse points, such as your wrists, behind your ears, and on your neck. This technique helps the fragrance last longer and ensures that you carry its enchanting aura with you throughout the day.

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obsob · 4 months

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oooooooooough i love you i love you i love you!!!! hand in loving hand !!!!!!

#mine #cats #i was like losing it over th colouring yesterday like this SUCKS and then looked at it 2day n was like. anyway #ive been unstoppable since ive figured out how 2 do glowy things #me n my partner went ice skating this evening !! so so fun #i love how girls will just peacefully hang out in the centre ice doing spins n boys will fast and furious skate around at 100mph #like we dont need to be doing all that #as soon as i see a boy w hockey skates enter the ice i am now leaving the ice #anyway....i got a slightly dubious fantasy audiobook 2day we will....see...how it is #whenever i read a fantasy book written by a man my hackles are up i am scenting the air i am growling #have i finished assassins fate u ask.....no :3 #its been sitting at 30% for like 4 months i cant bring myself 2 read more KJBDSSK #there is like so much book left. so much that can go wrong #i will finish it soon i prommy i prommy...n then listen 2 th tawny man audiobooks :3 #ngl this fitz n fool trilogy isnt super doing it 4 me im not finding it as Invigorating for sm reason #still good !! but def my least fave of th three trilogies #anyway. i am going 2 bed

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danmeichael · 12 days

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my favorite thing to think about with bingyuan is bingge having a fetishistic obsession with shen yuan's imperfection.

bingge's wives and every person he's held more than one conversation with are perfect. they're sickeningly pretty, dizzyingly pretty, the sort of pretty celebrities need an hour in a makeup chair and 100k in surgery to achieve.

but shen yuan is so... different. his teeth are adorably crooked, he sneezes in a way that's really only endearing to bingge, he snores and drools on binghe's chest in his sleep. he sweats, it tastes salty on his tongue and makes shen yuan smell acrid and disgusting after it cools on his skin, lingers on binghe's hands after touching him, and binghe is obsessed. every bit of shen yuan that makes him human is what makes binghe rabidly horny.

#guy who has only ever had sex with fantasy women discovers body hair and boystink and immediately gets several fetishes about it.#svsss #bingyuan #guy who insists he doesn't have a scent kink: i just think bingge would jack himself raw while huffing sy's stink off his own hand #im right and it doesn't have anything to do with my own personal proclivities.#(proclivities i do not have.)

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pollopom · 4 months

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Nier hands you over the red crayon, but...

#belial #belial gbf #nier #nier gbf #granblue fantasy #granblue fantasy versus #ngl i think he would enjoy it #he really likes scented crayons

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barbielore · 6 days

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A gimmick in toys that feels particularly 90s to me, even though I have no evidence to suggest whether it actually was more popular in the 90s, is being scented. Especially artificial fruit scents that smell more like colours than fruit.

I'll be honest - this post was partly inspired by a Reddit post I read a while ago and kind of can't stop thinking about, where someone found a 1993 Paint n Dazzle Barbie that was mysteriously grape-scented and they weren't sure if this was intentional.

(There's also a whole other post in Paint n Dazzle Barbie and other customizable dolls of that ilk - but right now I'm thinking about scents.)

When I think of scented Barbies, my mind goes immediately to my buddy Blaine and the rest of the Cali Girls line, who were sunscreen scented.

But naturally, this wasn't the only one. Back in the 1980s, when Barbie still hung around with PJ, there was a rose-scented PJ.

Remarkable to me specifically because you don't get a lot of rose-scented children's toys.

Mixing the two conceptually was Tropical Splash Barbie from 1994 - like the 2000s Cali Girl line she is a beachy fun Barbie, but like Sweet Roses PJ she is floral scented.

Sweet N Pretty were a series of fashion packs from 1994 featuring a variety of different outfits in either peppermint or tutti fruitti scents.

(It took me three tries to spell tutti fruitti, and I was looking at a picture of the product in question.)

The 1998 Fruit Fantasy Barbies lean more into what I think of as the classic fruity flavours.

But I think Fruit Style Barbie and her friends from 2002 really round up the gang. I can practically smell the fruity scents and I don't own one.

#barbie #scented dolls #fruit style barbie #christie #fruit fantasy barbie #tropical splash barbie #cali girl barbie #sweet roses pj #pj #paint n dazzle barbie #sweet n pretty fashions

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craycraybluejay · 7 months

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Want someone smaller than me to sit on my lap while I play video games and watch stuff. Wanna grind up into them subtly, them not thinking anything of it due to innocence and being engrossed in what's happening on the screen. Put my off hand under their shirt and feel the soft skin of their tummy while rolling my hips up to the friction of their equally soft ass-- dressed in a pleasing material. Telling them how adorable they are when they giggle or hold onto me based on what's happening on screen or cheer for me while I play games. Putting my face right up to the back of their neck, smelling the clean hair and skin, drenched in pheromones that attract me too much for anyone's good. Youth, or an illusion of it. You can tell a lot about someone from their smell. Seniors smell a bit powdery or dusty. Someone who eats a lot of sweets or is diabetic often emits very sweet smells. Biological families and often even non-biological ones who live together for an extended period have similar smells to each other. And ah... sometimes, if I wasn't sure someone was my type before, I catch a whiff of their unique mixture of pheromones, soaps, perfumes, and I know. And this person's smell does something to me. It's boyish and homely and intoxicating in its simplicity. They laugh as my face tickles them, and I hold them tighter so they don't move away on instinct. Eventually, I can't help it, surrounding them in my touch and covering their energy with mine-- cloaking them in the churning darkness-- I need to take what's mine. I speed up my movement, grant it more force. They ask me what I'm doing, but my head feels hot, and they're driving me crazy and I don't reply. They start to struggle, worried in the wake of my silent aggression. My grip turns iron. They are not going anywhere. I hold them there till I finish, slowly loosening my grip after.

They don't immediately bolt as I thought they might, but they're shaking. I can feel it reverberating through me, in my lap especially.

"What was that?" They turn to face me, eyes stricken. Their trembling has gotten me all worked up again, and I pull them closer to me, running my fingers through their pretty hair and up and down their back.

"I told you, you're just TOO adorable," I purr. The palpable fear and confusion in them only excites me further. I find myself slipping my hand into their underwear. It's going to be a long night.

#size k!nk #age pl4y #fantasizing #dark fantasy #scent kink #pheromones #dark imagines #nsft #cnc k!nk #r@pe kink #r@pe play #innocence kink #dark kinks #hard kink

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dabislittlemouse · 10 months

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So, before we start, let me clarify, this is just a random fantasy I've had for a couple of days now. after having run into some panty play art I just imagined weird shit and sort of got into it in the less fucked but still fucked side of things. Just..fucking... this is why I'm anon okay?

Love your work. Good luck on your tests.

Imagine catching Shigaraki pumping his cock to one of your cum soaked panties on his face.

He actually had his eyes set on it the entire day! seeing as the first chance he got where no one was around, he stole it.

He knew damn well Dabi had eaten you out in those, he was imagining it even.

How Dabi had likely set you on the bed, or a couch and from there his mind went off. He could imagine how Dabi would ever so gently sit you up on a surface, pull your hips to him and without even allowing you to lay down or even removing your pants he'd have his lips already at your crotch.

As the warmth of his lips and his breath warmed up your core in such a nice but surprising way each time.

He would hear your sigh and feel the light grip on his hair from you as you'd get comfortable.

At the image alone, Shigaraki couldn't help but squeeze himself, almost to the brink of pain. He some how could position himself in both spaces, but still, like a cuck, just imagining the two of you.

How you'd tell Dabi to just give you a second so you could take off your shorts and he'd have to fight himself to get away from your scent. After all, the shorts were still in the way.

So tucking his hands into the ass of your shorts and your underwear, spreading your ass a part just to tease you, he finally gets rid of the damn shorts, but oddly enough... Not your panties. His hands were inside so, it seemed that he made it a choice not to. As you were about to question, he once again set his lips on your cloth covered cunt.

Was he teasing you? No no.. this wasn't teasing. He was really into this. What is he up to? And with a flush and a shudder " What do you want baby?" You ask as you gently push away at him.

"Just you" with a sigh. Closing his eyes at your gesture, and burying his face back into your cunny. Somehow you felt embarrassed, naked beyond skin and frame despite still being very much clothed. He was breathing in your scent like some animal, it felt weird. You became timid, nearly frozen, as he just continued his ministrations.

"I.. I'm not comfortable with this Dabi.."

Not getting away but stopping, he looks up at you. Gently placing his thumbs at your hips. And he asks what's bothering you. As you explain your hesitation, he takes in your words.

"Are you sure you're not just being timid on me, darling? " He asks as he gently "climbs " over you. Lifting your chin with his index finger and gently rubbing your lip with his thumb.

"You're acting the same way you did the first time we fucked, doll."

Shiggy paid particular attention to the image of your eyes shifting as you took in dabi's words. How you'd hesitate to look him in the eye. Look down at your side.. try and fail to look up at him once again.. and how you'd just shy away your face from his.

In a moment of self awareness he recognizes how ridiculous he must look with your underwear on his face. What kind of fucking sick thing is this anyway? To sniff the used underwear of a friend? Not even 3 feet away from her room. While imagining her fucking her boyfriend. What a fucking sicko...

But man... It felt so good.. it feels so good.. ugh.. it's intoxicating. It's addicting, it's driving him wild and he can't help but take in more. Locking his room, he sets himself on the bed and burying his face into your Panties he takes in you and dabi's mixed scent. propping his ass up, he takes his sopping dick and while holding it with one hand, he twists his hand at the tip gently. As his already sensitive cock makes his thighs twitch at the lightest breeze.

Going back to his fantasy, he imagines as you shut your eyes tightly and finally reconsider.

"Okay.." you finally mutter out.

Sorry I chickened out. 😔👊

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Holy. Fucking. Shit I’m-

YOU WROTE SUCH A TOE CURLING PANTIE SOAKING FANFIC IN MY INBOX- BESTIE I CANT FMEKFNWKDKWKSMALSKSLFMFK

This is so fucking hot, omg cuck Tomura jerking off at the thought of Dabi and his little girlfriend while keeping her panties on his face- I can’t function rn, it’s so sick I fucking LOVE THIS, my eyes have been blessed

I LOVE ME SOME CUCK SHIGARAKI SKENEJWJENSNSKSNDKM GOD HE IS SO PATHETIC AND NEEDY AS HE CUMS AT THE THOUGHT OF HIS COMRADE FUCKING HIS GIRL NNNNG

#B’s inbox🦋#🦡 anon #tomura fans I expect yall to eat this UP #bless your mind anon #the description of his fantasies had me squealing on my seat #dabi taking in my scent like a starved animal GODDDDD #dabi #touya todoroki #mha dabi #dabi smut #tomura shigaraki #tomura shigaraki smut #shigaraki smut #dabi x reader #bnha smut #mha smut

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ryanthel0ser · 17 days

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SPOILERS FOR SON BY SHE_SEES_IN_THE_DARK

RAAAAAAAA IM GOING CRAZY PLEAAAAAAAAASE GET BACK TO HIM SOON IM SICK THINKING ABOUT IT YOUR SON NEEDS YOU

i may or may not have thrown a chair reading it, ignore the dent in my floor

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stickyhunter · 5 months

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Washerwoman Career for Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay 4e

#wfrp #wfrp4e #warhammer #warhammer fantasy #warhammer fantasy roleplay #homebrew #my art #folio #was fun to try and work in other systems that aren't 5e! and I love WFRP (been in a few games; with one going on 4ish years!)#wanted a vibe of gossiping washers; noble washerwomen who hear or see things they can bribe nobles for #also bonus: the lavender trapping is from historical accounts of laundry being dried atop of lavender fields to scent it!

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ashintheairlikesnow · 6 months

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I Long to Hear You

CW: Gender dysphoria, brief magical mind manipulation, referenced mind control

There was a candle made with lavender oils in the room they had locked her into.

Kiraya hadn't realized there was anything more to it than wax, and had lit it just for something to do, quickly writing the symbol with her fingers to heat the air around the wick until it caught fire. The shiver of magic felt like a reassurance that she would find her way out of this, somehow, some way.

Without her kit, she could do only these small magics - and the spell to make her body right, which was tied so firmly to her that no one else could have replicated it the same. She could warm water to wash her face, she could make the drapes shift as if in a breeze... it wasn't much, but at least it was something.

Once the candle was lit, she had gone to lie on the cozy, comfortable bed.

Then, she had simply wept until her eyes were worn and her head pounded, until the soft quilt beneath her was damp with her tears and she could weep no more.

She must have slept, though she had no dreams.

She opened her eyes and groaned as she realized she was in the wrong body again, the spell having faded as soon as she fell asleep as it always did. She grimaced as she shifted and her dress no longer fit right, too loose at the chest and hips, fabric wrinkling where it should have been gently curved. The other body, the one she worked so hard to leave behind whenever she could, met her with a flat chest and the wrong… everything. She felt like a snake trapped within skin that should have shed, rubbing wrongly all along her and yet unable to be left behind.

When she ran fingers along her jaw and found it sharper, more angled, she swore and grabbed a throw pillow, tossing it at the wall with a noise of sheer helpless frustration.

Then she wept again.

Was it worth using magic to fix the problem again, or would she need all she had later on, and she should save it up? Maybe best to wait, but she felt uncomfortable in this body, as if someone had switched her with her twin - a twin who didn’t exist.

Then again, maybe if she kept the wrong body, Guilford Wentworth would not ogle her like meat in a butcher shoppe. Although who knew how a man like him would react?

She thought of the cold smile on his face as he threatened her so casually… and she slumped, lying still and silent for a while, feeling utterly hopeless.

At least there seemed to be no mirror in this place, so she didn’t have to stare into the red-rimmed, wrong-shaped eyes, the wrong face with all its hard angles, as if waking up in her brother’s body and not her own. At least there was that.

She frowned and moved to rise up, weight back on her elbows and forearms. She could smell something like flowers in the air, and that was when she realized the candle she had lit was scented. The wicked man who had locked her in here was the sort of person to make sure his guests had the comfort of a soothing scent while he decided how they might die at his hand, and when.

She’d felt incredulous laughter burst from her, half-hysterical and bubbling with panic, as she stared at the dancing flame. Even when she finally managed to clap both hands over her mouth and muffle herself, it felt like it rang and echoed, bouncing around the room, a sound that was only a few steps below a scream.

She touched her bottom lip with her fingertips, wincing at the swollen spot, tonguing at it. Those slaps had busted her lip, and she hadn’t even noticed until the lavender scent had broken her from what had felt like some strange stupor. She could see where blood had spotted on the quilt along with her tears, and she pressed at the place with one finger.

If it weren’t for the bars on the windows in this lovely, well-appointed room, she might have been able to forget she was a prisoner. Well, the barred windows, magic woven into every single wall and door, the wild and terrifying threats of the wealthiest and most powerful man she’d ever met, and… also the portraits of strange people that hung on all the walls, staring unblinking at her until she could feel their weight like a hand on her back.

Rain spattered on the windows as the wind blew it nearly sideways, hitting the glass like it had been thrown by an angry spirit. She turned her head to watch it, bleary and blurred until she blinked away some of the last remaining tears that clung to her lashes. Some of her books on histories and mythologies had said that the moon goddess had a hand in the weather, and she wondered now if the moon hated her - or maybe Guilford Wentworth - and had sent the rain as a punishment, or maybe just a warning.

Give me back my child. Is that what it all was meant to be saying? Had the moon herself pulled the waves from the ocean to dump them on the coastal peoples until her son was sent back home?

Maybe Kira was already losing her mind. The weather had been lovely when she arrived in the city, clearly Wentworth wasn’t being divinely punished by anyone for anything. This was just a storm.

Lightning flashed so close outside the window that Kira jumped in surprise, fingers tightening on the blanket. Thunder cracked on its heels and rattled the windows, rumbling up from the ground through Kira’s very bones. There was a sound outside, a groaning and cracking and then a crashing as - she thought - a tree must have been split in two and fallen to the ground. She swallowed, heart pounding, and stared outside into the near-total darkness, past the water drops and to the faint shadows of tree branches blowing wildly, throwing their leaves into the wind.

Somewhere down below, nearly inaudible, she heard the captive siren begin to sing. Somehow the sound traveled out of his own beautiful prison and through the walls, finding her two floors up, and settled over her skin, found its way into the very marrow of her bones.

His voice was a strong tenor, rising effortlessly high, and she felt her heart twist painfully in an echo of the grief the siren had layered through the notes. He had spent so long, she thought - not recognizing the dizzy spin in her mind for what it was - so long trapped here. He was scared, and lonely, and angry. He needed help. He needed her help.

She caught her breath, realizing only too late that there was a command in the music. It wasn’t strong enough to compel, not yet, but she could tease it from the notes if she concentrated on it. It was meant, she thought, only for her.

Relax, the song whispered into her mind, and she felt herself lay back on the bed, staring up at the canopy above her. Thunder rumbled again, but this time she did not jump, and her heart rate slowed to a peaceful, settled rhythm.

It felt so nice.

It was so terribly wrong.

“Stop,” She whispered, but it had no weight to it. Fear was there, at the back of her mind, but it couldn’t get past the soft fog of the notes as they ran up her arms and around her neck. As if the siren himself were holding her.

And yet… the command, when it came, wasn't quite what she had expected. All she heard was a simple, infinitely sad, I want to go home. Please…

“Please what?” She whispered, lips barely moving. The creature couldn’t possibly hear her, and yet she had the feeling that he felt her words, through the connection his song made between them.

Please… His voice felt like lips moving against the sensitive skin on the curve of her ear. He breathed, as if he laid next to her in the bed. Wound around his song, she very nearly felt the weight as he shifted on the mattress. Please help me. Help me…

“Stop trying to force me,” She said in return, and found herself half-smiling, mischief rising irrationally, “And I will.”

Please help me…

“I don’t like you in my head. Stop singing right now, and I swear on my magic and my name that I will do what I can to help you."

There was a pause.

The siren’s voice wound down into a hushed hum. What is your name? Tell me your name so I may have the power of it.

Kira thought of the way names had power to the creatures of magic in the world, although much less for people, and she smiled. "I will give you the name I was born with. It isn't mine any longer, and you may do with it whatever you want."

What name did your mother speak when first you cried at her breast?

"She called me Olen because she thought I was her son," Kiraya whispered. "Olen Losna. Then she died, before she learned I was never a son at all. Her name was Kyrie, and my grandmother's name was Olenna, and my great-grandmother changed her name every five years or so…”

The tenor of his voice changed, just a little.

What is your name?

“Kira.” Her lips seemed to be moving all on their own, without her help at all. “Kiraya Losna…”

Help me, Kiraya Losna-... be so kind to me-

"I want to be kind to you." Her eyes began to flutter shut. Each blink took longer and longer. "But you must stop commanding me to be. I want to help you..."

Kiraya Losna-

She heard a pounding, a shout muffled through wall. "Miss Losna! Don't listen! Miss Losna!"

The song abruptly went silent, and its spell shattered within her, breaking apart. All at once, her mind cleared, and she inhaled sharply and sat up.

“Please!” Came the strange voice from the other side of the door. A woman's voice. “Please, don’t listen to it! Block your ears! Don't let it take you!"

She ran to the door and it finally, finally opened when she turned the knob. On the other side of the door was the serving-girl from earlier. She no longer wore a hazy smile, but instead had a sharp gaze full of panic, wearing her nightclothes and with her hair a loose pile of red curls falling around her shoulders. She still had one hand raised in the act of pounding on the door.

Kira swallowed. “Thank you, are you-... are you all right? Are you-... are you still-”

“It fades,” The girl whispered, reaching out to grab onto Kira’s hands, clinging to them. The girl’s fingers were as chilled as if they were carved from ice. She squeezed Kira’s fingers until they ached, tears running from her wide blue eyes over freckled cheeks. “Lately, it fades sometimes in the night, but still we cannot leave. You must not let it take you, Miss, you must not let it sing you to madness like it has sung us all! You must not listen to the siren song! You will lose yourself, as we have lost ourselves! It will ruin you!"

Before Kira could respond, a deep voice boomed from down the hall, “Nadette! What are you doing in the residence this late?”

The two women's heads jerked to the side at once, both of them turning to look. Then Nadette’s eyes seemed to widen even more, if it were possible, and she shook her head, her lower lip trembling. “No, no no no…” She whispered. "No, please... Please, please..."

Then she… blinked, and all her panic and fear was gone.

The serving-girl looked confused, staring down at herself and then giving a little squeak and flushing bright red, freckles disappearing into the rush of blood. Terror replaced by mortified embarrassment. “Oh, no! What am I-... what…”

“Nadette.” The deep voice went slightly softer, kinder, and one of the men who had forced Kiraya up to this room came walking up. His gaze went to Kira, and she felt herself bristle at the flat hostility in his foggy gaze and glared at him right back. Controlled by the siren or not, his grip had been tight enough on her arm to leave bruises. “You. You are to stay in your room, Miss Losna. And you, Nadette, should be asleep in the servants’ quarters by now.”

“I-I should… But I was asleep.” Nadette blinked rapidly, but then only shook her head. “I-I’m sorry, Ellwen, I must have… been walking in my sleep again…”

“Clearly,” Ellwen murmured, with odd care and concern for Nadette that Kira hadn’t seen in him before. "You've done it so much lately, I worry for you, love."

Nadette patted him on the hand, and Kira tried not to wonder if their romance was their own, or if Wentworth had ordered the siren to make them like this. The horror of the latter option threatened to shatter her completely.

Ellwen gave Kira one more desultory glance, and then leaned over and yanked the door shut in her face as she stood there staring. It slammed before she could even move, and when she jerked forwards, the handle no longer turned.

“Wait! Wait!”

“Be quiet,” Ellwen said, bass voice booming right through the door. “Lord Wentworth will see to you in the morning.” She heard them moving away from her down the hall, Ellwen speaking in a low soft voice to Nadette, Nadette sounding confused and uncertain, but gradually reassured.

No matter how she called out after that, no one answered her.

No one came.

The siren did not sing again.

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@whumptober, day 29: scented candle

#whump #whumptober2023 #no. 29 #scented candle #captivity #captured whumpee #magical whump #magic whump #mind control #mind manipulation #original writing #fantasy writing #original fantasy #siren whump #whump writing

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newblvotg · 1 year

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#astrazero #back door #supernatural #scent #gay fantasy art #gay artists #gay art #johnny mathis #gayart #gay fantasy #newblvotg #gay #art #artists on instagram

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slfcare · 2 years

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When you find something you want (even if it’s just a result of casual thinking or boredom or a harmless ‘what if’), hold onto it. When you’re doing bad it’s easy to think it’s never going to happen and let others discourage you, but in those bleak moments it’s even more important to know that feeling of wanting and looking forward to something. It doesn’t matter if it’s merely a meal or a trip, seeing the sunrise tomorrow, attending a concert or hugging a friend, let yourself want things. They’ll pull you through when you least expect it.

#things that pulled me through because i wanted them:#posters on my bedroom wall #seeing the trees on my street grow flowers in spring #drinking iced water from a new water bottle #lighting a scented candle and reading a fantasy book #riding a bike #eating fruit with my dad #going on a walk with my dads dog #having my mom braid my hair while i sit on the floor and she sits on the sofa watching tv #finding a good kdrama to binge watch #making my 100th spotify playlist #having pancakes with ice cream on them #comfort kindness family #the healing (starts here)

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eruden-writes · 1 year

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Scent Match - Part 3

(Note: Started with an anon asking for the phrase prompt, “Oh. Oh.”)

Summary: When Amber Dyer decided to attend a Creator Con, she never expected to run into Of Wolf and Blood lycan hearthrob, Augustine Prime.

But, there he was, stooping over her table, asking to buy the unflattering drawing of his character. Valuing integrity over taking money from a celebrity and running (though she was sorely tempted,) Amber finishes the sketch and delivers it to Augustine.

However, he continues to doggedly pursue her and entwine their lives.

All because of her scent.

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The VIP lounge was simultaneously underwhelming and overwhelming. While the environment was remarkably drab - reminding Amber of a sad office party with business-grade navy carpet and neutral grey walls - being in the midst of celebrities brought her anxiety to a heart pounding ten. She was just thankful to have Addie by her side, helping to field questions

She just had to focus on calling the actors by their actual identities, rather than their character's names.

"So, did you think you'd get the Augustine Prime's attention with this drawing?" From across the coffee table, Tarias - Theo Delaney - leaned forward in his chair. A smile spread over his features, his eyes alight with amusement. On the table was the aforementioned drawing.

Amber glanced down at the piece, ignoring how Augustine - from his spot on the floor - watched her so... closely.

For the most part, Augustine simply basked in Amber's presence. He was thankful she agreed to venture into the VIP area. At the time of his request, he hadn't realized he'd be able to inconspicuously take in her scent for an extended time. Augustine had merely wanted her to stay near him.

Now, not only was he committing her scent to memory, but Amber's mannerisms. The way her gaze bounced from one companion to the next, trying valiantly to give them all her attention. She even turned slightly toward whoever spoke, making them aware she was listening. Augustine found his eyes often wondering. Taking in her straight back, but slumped shoulders and the way her hands shifted, her feet fidgeted.

He wanted to skim his hand down her back, release her tension. Or bring her hands to his lips, brush light kisses over her knuckles to still her nerves.

"I didn't know it was him talking to me at first. I was focused on my drawing." As Amber admitted that, Laira - Delilah Moonsbayne, Amber reminded herself - barked out a laugh from her armchair next to Theo. The actress made a flippant comment on Augustine's lack of presence, but Amber didn't acknowledge it.

With her heart still pounding, Amber simply smiled weakly at the woman and let her momentum continue to propel her words, "If l had known he was lurking about, I might not have chosen Montos for vent art."

At her words, Augustine's ears twitched with concern, but Theo beat him in asking, "What were you frustrated about?"

Theo Delaney's intense look of concern brought a soft, awkward laugh to Amber's lips and a lick of heat over her cheeks. It felt odd explaining her everyday gripes to a celebrity.

Thankfully, Addie took over talking duties as she threw an arm over Amber's shoulders. "Despite how talented Amber is, their work - particularly their webcomic - hasn't gotten the attention it deserves."

"I'm not the best at marketing, so it's really just my fault." Amber winced and gave another weak laugh, trying not to sound too self-deprecating.

At her knee, where Augustine had opted to sit on the floor, the actor suddenly snapped his fingers. He smiled up at her, craning his neck as he excitedly asked, "Weren't there books at your table? Hell's Bells or something?"

"Hell's Promise," Amber corrected with a nod. Honestly, she was surprised he'd seen anything other than her little drawing of Montos, given how focused on it he had been. She was lucky he even remembered the commission, let alone invited her into the private realm of celebrities.

He seemed to perk up more, wolfish ears turned toward her in full attention. Something in Amber shivered under his undivided interest. Augustine leaned closer to her, subtly taking in her scent as he prodded further, "Do you have a copy with you?"

Also on the floor, Dsidere - Camry Vainglow - leaned over Augustine. Interest sparked in their wide green eyes as they waved their hand, like a kid hoping to be called on in class. "Yeah! I wanna read it, too!"

Before Amber could break the news that no, she didn't have any of her comics on her, Addie tapped her shoulder repeatedly. "I have some!"

Surprise flicked over Amber's features, turning to her friend. The other woman was riffling around her messenger bag excitedly looking for something. "You do?"

"Yeah, I figured if Augustine actually had come around, I should grab some merch." Triumphantly, Addie withdrew a small stack of Hell's Promise. As she leaned over to hand them to the celebrities, she shot Amber a wink. " You never know! He might become a fan and post about it online, which would be a boon, right?"

"Very smart!" Camry nodded sagely as they and Augustine accepted a book each. Amber tried to hide her surprise and delight as Theo and Delilah also took copies. Along with the books, Addie handed out some stickers, pins, and additional copies of Amber's business card.

Trying to shove off her own excitement - it wasn't even guaranteed they'd even read her comic - Amber opted to give further information. "You can also find the comic online at the website on the back of the book. Online is obviously more up-to-date than hard copies."

Flipping through the pages, Delilah tilted her head to the images before asking, "So what's the story about?"

"Hell's Promise is about a world where witches get their familiars assigned to them and our protagonist gets a hellhound. Which is, like, completely unheard of in this universe." Once again, Addie took the verbal reins, leaning over Amber as she spoke to Delillah with pure excitement. "So the witch starts poking about and unravels a long forgotten prophecy which may or may not involve saving the world."

"Interesting," singsonged Camry as they flopped onto the floor, stomach to the carpet and Hell's Promise splayed open for reading.

"I like to think so," Amber said, just before her phone went off. She blinked, momentarily rerouting her thoughts before realizing it was her own device. Digging it out of her pocket, the phone continued chiming as more notifications rolled in. Confused, she stared at it, trying to understand what was going on.

"Wow, someone is popular." Addie leaned closer, peeking curiously at the device vibrating in Amber's hand. "What's going on?"

"I honestly don't know." Amber's eyebrows furrowed, realizing it wasn't just one app going off. It was all of her social media. If it had just been her texts, it could have been an emergency involving her friends or even the few family that still spoke to her. However, it was as if someone lit a fire in all of her apps.

Why was she suddenly getting so many notifications? Had something she posted riled up people to the point of hunting her down online presence down across multiple platforms? She couldn't even think what she had last posted that would be met with any level of vitriol, specific or general. That didn't mean much, though.

When she realized the reason for the attention, her heart jumped while her stomach plummeted.

She was tagged across multiple platforms by @TheAugPrime. The post, in question, was a selfie of Augustine - taken mere minutes ago - holding up her comic and flashing an attractive grin to his camera. The caption read "Check out this comic by @AmbDyArt! Just got a copy and can't put it down." Following his statement, he even linked to the places Hell's Promise was hosted on.

Startled, her eyes wheeled to Augustine. Embarrassment and dismay, among other indescribable feelings, spiked a fire up her spine. "That's not even true. You haven't even read it!"

"It's not a lie, either. I haven't put it down, since Miss Kline handed it to me." He winked with a grin, waggling the still-held comic in the air. Immense pride puffed out his chest over that little workaround.

Beside Amber, Addie gave a giggle-snort. "He has a point."

"B-but he hasn't read it yet." Amber briefly turned to her friend, shock and betrayal faintly coloring her voice before she turned back to Augustine. "What if you don't like it?"

He gave a lackadaisical shrug, but his smile never faltered. Even as an inkling of uncertainty colored the far parts of his thoughts, a part of Augustine couldn't help but enjoy her reaction. It was unbearably adorable. While he hadn't read the comic yet, he had flipped through it and could feel Amber's care put into the art. "I'm sure I will. You made it."

"You don't know that though!" She wanted to grab him and shake him. How could he just give her a free recommendation so easily? What if he read her comic and found it to be utter trash? Hell, what if his fans read it and deemed it garbage? Further "what ifs" spun around her head with every notification buzz her phone shuddered with.

Something in her expression must have finally struck Augustine. His ears drooped a little, confusion and hurt softening his features.

Oh, he had fucked up. Something in his chest sank, staring up at Amber's flustered horror. Before he could think of something to say or apologize, Delilah had reached over to Amber, patting her on the shoulder. "Sweetie, don't try to make sense of him. He does shit like this all the time."

"Would you like me to delete my post?" He held up his phone, thumbs poised over the screen as if it would just be a matter of thumb taps to erase the posts. Causing her strife had been the furthest thought from his mind. Augustine knew what his celebrity endorsement could do for a small brand, though. He had just wanted to help her.

"I... I don't know." Conflict swarmed Amber's thoughts. It just felt like a lie, but wasn't that marketing? He hadn't actually lied, hadn't given an actual review. Just posted a photo of himself with the book. That alone had her own social media suddenly aflame.

Even if he deleted his posts, there were bound to be screenshots already circulating. Some of those emails pouring into her inbox might be from news outlets, as well. She didn't even want to think about the rumor aspect in what he had just done.

Staring helplessly at her phone, she watched as notifications rolled in from ExaGram, Bumblr, Cheepter, and more. With a shake of her head, she sighed and set her phone to Do Not Disturb mode before tossing it back into her bag. She'd deal with the mountain of notifications later.

"You should've asked before posting that." From beside Augustine, Camry nudged his side. He glanced down to his co-star, still sprawled on the floor with the comic book open. "Some people don't like their timelines blowing up, all because of your mug."

Again, Augustine realized he should have known better. He often forgot. Even when he barely started his acting career, his family's notoriety and wealth - and predisposition to conventional attractiveness - meant he'd always had a following. With drooping ears, he sighed and cast an apologetic look to Amber. "Sorry, Miss Dyer."

"It's fine! You were just trying to be nice." Augustine's puppy dog eyes worked on someone, at least, as Addie wrapped an arm around Amber's shoulders. She gave a laugh, giving her friend a little shake as she pointedly said, "Right, Amber?"

"Yeah, it's fine. I'm just..." Amber sighed once more, pressing her hands to her warm cheeks. Her cool palms helped to ease the fires of anxiety still churning inside her. She suddenly felt foolish for her reaction. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she centered herself before allowing her hands to drop and looking at Augustine once more. "I'm not used to so much attention on my socials."

Augustine rose to his knees from his crosslegged position, edging closer to Amber again. She tensed, seeing his hands rise briefly to touch her knee. Some sense made him drop his hands, but earnestness still glittered in his eyes. "Let me make it up to you by treating you to dinner."

"Weren't you going to ask her out anyway?" Delilah grinned as Augustine shot her a dirty look. The fact she sat in an armchair and he knelt on the floor razed at his pride, but he ignored it. Just because he planned to eventually ask Amber out to eat didn't mean his colleague had to throw him under the bus like that!

Blessedly, Amber's friend ignored Delilah's interjection. She was all excitement as she bounced a little on the couch. "Food sounds great! We were just talking about what to get for dinner before you caught us!"

Watching Augustine's features shift from somber to excited made Amber feel a little bad for how she had reacted to his post. With that feeling, another wave of frustration swept through her. She'd been acting ingracious to him and the other OWaB cast. After all, just because they were celebrities didn't mean they weren't persons, with flaws and feelings and understanding. Other than talent and luck and connections, they were no different from her. Mostly.

With that thought in mind, Amber turned to the others and smiled, determined to extend the olive branch of friendliness. "Are the rest of you going to join us?"

No one caught the momentary fall of Augustine's expression when Amber posited her question. Nor did they see his further gloom as his castmates chimed affirmatives. It was only a blink of disappointment, before he schooled his expression back into a smile.

There'd be time to talk to Amber alone, he reminded himself. He was just happy for the continued time together.

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