#scent of the week

[willowser]

another thing about the assistant angle is like. being there when bakugou reaches the hero top 40 and branches off with kirishima and sero and denki for their own agency. it's a bit of a mess bc they're barely twenty years old but—you're his only employee. he can barely afford to pay you and he doesn't even really know what you're supposed to do besides answer the phone and he's so emotionally unavailable but you're there, every single day. friendly with his friends. sometimes you bring lunch in for all of them and it's out of your own paycheck and it's not the best but you do it, for them. he lets you make the schedule for two weeks and you fuck it up so bad, but eventually you get it right and you try to be so fair—and that's hard to do, in the pro-hero world. there's nothing fair about a twenty year old man with trauma up to his ears risking his life every night because he doesn't know how to live with just himself, as just a man and not a hero, but goddamn it if you don't try to keep it fair, for every single one of them. you're one of his emergency contacts. you pick them up in the middle of the night when they're all the way across town, in another district police department bc that's where they caught the guy and where they have to turn him in. sometimes you bring their clothes or costumes home and wash them bc they don't get the chance. like it's everything.

#it means so much to me you dont get it alfhduskqlq #you're away from each other for whatever reason and he doesnt even realize how much he depends on you #until he cant #just for that moment #he goes out of the country for an underground mission for two weeks and he's like #i need to call my assistant #for what bro ???? they're not here ????? #and he knows how to do things himself that's not a question here it's just — he's so used to having someone right there #someone that is not kirishima or deku #someone that know the exact scent of deodorant he wears and buys it when they're out bc it's on sale and they know— #—how quickly he goes through it #LIKE. DO YIU GET IT. DO YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. #IT'S SO PERSONAL. #IT'S LIKE I KNOW HOW TO LIVE MY LIFE WITHOUT YOU BUT I'D PREFER NOT TO HAVE TO #✿ thoughts: bakugou

[starmocha]

Babe, do you want me to wear your coat??? 😭

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace zayne #so this has been in my drafts for a few weeks now #anyway #headcanon time #zayne likes having you wear his coats (or clothes in general) because he likes having your scent on his clothes #so whenever he puts on his coat again he likes to be reminded of your scent lingering #and it'll feel like you're with him even when you're not

[puppetmaster13u]

Been talkin on my discord server with some friends about a DC A/B/O au. But like, Gotham just says fuck gender.

Like they just straight up are mixtures of dynamics or change, depending on their mood, because there's so much chemicals everywhere along with so many curses in Gotham. Like they are straight up messed up down to a biological state. There is a reason that no one wants to go to Gotham and why they leave them alone for the most part. Like people even moving there eventually start to lose their dynamic or starts shifting as well, and it freaks people out.

Not to mention that Gotham horrifies those that believe they should still follow 'traditional' norms. Omegas are often far more violent and larger than the alphas, bettas egg on others instead of calming them. Or at least that's what Outsiders always see.

#Omegaverse but Gothamites are Cryptids #prompts #dcu #slowly rotating this idea #dc #gotham #omegaverse au #alpha beta omega #Bruce is known as a terrifying omega who will throw down if his kids are so much as insulted #Batman is known as an alpha who huddles in the corner silently and socially awkwardly #It works as a good cover but honestly both are true for him #Clark is happy to be Bruce's friend & it helps with the fact that as an alien he doesn't have a dynamic #Because he's the only one they send to Gotham since he's the only one Bruce Wayne will talk to #So of course his scent is weird he's in Gotham like every couple of weeks #Outsiders are clutching their pearls and gasping in offence when they hear about Gotham #Gothamites are just all going fuck ur societal gender norms lmao #remind me to elaborate more later

[dorizard-art]

markers are fun!

#winx club #winx bloom #my art #i feel like such a kid when i buy new art supplies #got some silly scented stamp markers from lidl once and it made my week #I just realised someone posted a similar concept for bloom recently #I swear I drew this weeks ago fhdhshajd

[spectral-snippets-and-drabbles]

YOU GUYS STINK!

(Danny 0.3 seconds away before smelling the Heroes he just met.)

So I've been pondering about how ghost have the ability to sense one another out when close enough, but now I've been thinking of something for the living. Fanon has something like this in a few fics, making it how Danny can tell who the Leaguers are in/out of costume by calling it Death Touched.

I offer: The Stench of Death.

When a person comes close to a deadly encounter, the event becomes a smell is akin to the near experience. Say if someone survived a fire? The smell would be close to burning the materials being burnt and the smoke for example.

Think like food and how you can smell all the things that go into the dish.

The more you get into deadly situations, the more smells you can pick up on as well as getting stronger. Ghosts can sense the Touch of Death on the living, but not the Stench. Danny, who is a Half alive, can. If he focuses hard enough, he can pick up the scent and sniff people out like a bloodhound.

Now take the Justice League and all their branches/allies, organizations who fight to stop bag guys and world-ending events every couple of months...their smell is prominent enough for Danny to easily pick it up.

Now enter one Daniel Nightingale who has left Amity for [reason] and in [Hero's City], trying to keep a low profile because heroes exist now, he's retired now after sorting out the business between the ghostly and living worlds, and wants to have as close to a normal life as he possibly can before taking the throne.

But one day, he stops a known rouge that would've caused some serious harm to the populace if someone didn't stop them, gaining their attention. They try to get information on Danny, but there's nothing out of the ordinary on his file, so they decided to do the next best thing; watch him.

The young man is very guarded and observing his surroundings often, so the idea of him being a new meta struggling to handle his newly awakened powers or a new alien on Earth are possible theories.

The only problem is that, when they get they close, he tends to leave the area and head home. It's like this for a while until they realize they haven't seen him in some time now and find out he packed up his things and moved to another town...a different city a Leaguer call their hometurf, so they notify that hero of Danny's presence and the cycle repeats itself a few times before Danny is getting tracked by multiple Leauge members.

The latest Leaguer is trying to keep an eye on Danny without spooking him until Danny gets the jump on them and calls them by their civilian name while peltong them with hygiene products.

#danny phantom #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc crossover #Death Stench!au #Imagine going to a perfume department that specializes in ways you can die #And get hit with every sample at once #Wonder Woman is the biggest offender because of the warrior way of life #One of the bigger offenders but she won't say anything #Batman is in second place be he's constantly going out and getting into deadly situations #Superman is surprisingly lower in the placements because actually died so his scent is more focused on that rather than it be marinated #Imagine the guy you were stalking for weeks tellkng you that you smell like nearly murdered ass in front of a bunch of civilians #While people like Plastic Man make Danny gag like a cat because of the chemicals #Hawk Woman/Man make him physically wretch with all their reincarnations #Jason and Damian make him vomit with their exposure to sewer water quality ectoplasm #Jason and Damian are far offended than the other Leaguers and get things thrown at them by Danny #Jason/Damian: *Are in his proximity* #Danny: Stand BaCK I THINK i'M GONNA VoMiT

[yukipri]

The First Visual Contact

Cats tag: #YukiPriASLKittens

#YukiPriASLKittens #cats of tumblr #cat!Cody #cat!Sabo #after the babies came we kept them separated in a different room for 2 weeks #scent exchanging all the while #then we put up this mesh door so they could have visual contact #and we did this for weeks too before attempting any direct contact #which went really well when the time came as a result #but it was a very long and stressful process #even tho it was worth it

[gojoest]

do you ever think about the last night you spend together with satoru holding you in his arms before he goes off to fight sukuna and then never comes back

#— ai rambles #:��’’’’’’) #sometimes i can’t help it but hurt myself a little bit thinking about this #and you just don’t know what to do in that house anymore. wherever you look he’s there #you can still smell his scent around the house in your bed on your clothes and everywhere literally but when you look around you don’t see #him…you don’t dare touch the things he’s laid his hands on last #his shirt is hanging on the chair he tossed it there in the morning and his mug is still sitting on the table even weeks later #you haven’t changed the bedsheets to savor his scent until it’s gone completely #why do i do this to myself #:’)

[taibhsearachd]

My wife, watching AirUp ads: I don’t know, I just don’t think it would work as well as they say.

Me, drinking out of a pickle jar for the last week so my giant dog won’t steal my water, the pickle lid retains the smell no matter how many times you wash it: I believe.

#this is not an airup sponsorship #airup hit me up if you want #let’s release a cool new pickle flavor #but for real as far as ‘scent-based taste’ goes #mags idk what to tell you I’ve been doing the organic version for a week and it’s real

[sapphireshorelines]

quieter movies

pather panchali (1955), bengali

valerie and her week of wonders (1960), czech

where is the friend's house (1987), persian

the scent of green papaya (1993), vietnamese

in the mood for love (2000), cantonese

uncle boonmee who can recall his past lives (2010), thai

ida (2013), polish

paterson (2016), english

roma (2018), spanish

portrait of a lady on fire (2019), french

#pather panchali #valerie and her week of wonders #the scent of green papaya #in the mood for love #where is the friend's house #uncle boonmee who can recall his past lives #ida #paterson #roma #portrait of a lady on fire #parallels #film blog #film stills #film screenshots

[the-red-thread-that-strangles]

Intermission: Petty Thieves

1.5

Rei doesn't strangle Akai the next time they meet.

He does, however, almost shoot him.

That's Akai's fault entirely for sneaking up on his mark just as Rei's about to pull the trigger. It's an unfortunate necessity; the target has seen his face. He mustn't be allowed to make his getaway from the helipad above. But the hallway is too exposed to approach and try a takedown.

For him, at least.

There's a blur of movement from the emergency staircase. Rei would pride himself on rather decent situational awareness, so when his gut instinct screams at him that something's wrong, Rei listens. Swerves down and right, instead of going for the headshot he was lining up.

The bullet hits his target in the arm - while he's expertly flipped and thrown onto the ground, using his own weight to bring him down. He heaves and splutters and screams while Okiya Subaru twists his uninjured arm, knee pressed into his back to get him to stay put.

When the dust settles, Akai's sharp green eyes assess him from behind Okiya's facade; the only part of his true self shining through. His neat beige jacket has been crumpled and splattered with blood.

(Claimed by his namesake, once again.)

For someone who just slugged around roughly two times his body weight, he's annoyingly composed, kneeling in front of Rei. Or maybe his mask is just good at hiding his exertion.

(In a different life, perhaps they could have exchanged tips and tricks about disguises.)

Akai rips him from his thoughts.

"I presume you brought handcuffs?"

The voice is softer, a little higher than it should be. The timbre has always seemed off, before, when Okiya got serious on a case and Rei could just about see Akai behind the facade. But now that Rei knows for certain it's him, it's full-on out of place. And irritating as all hell, as is part of the course with Akai.

"Obviously." Rei slaps them on the guy's wrists. Watches from the corner of his eye as Akai-as-Okiya gets up.

His movements seem smooth enough, and just like that, Rei lets go of any possible concern or guilt. He's not going to ask whether Akai got injured by his shot - if he has a problem with Rei's tactics, he can take it to the higher-ups.

(Besides, maybe that'll teach the sniper to act in the interest of self-preservation, for once. While Akai has an impressive track record of defying the laws of probability, one of these days they'll catch up to him. If he keeps running into the line of fire, he'll get shot eventually. It's as simple as that.)

"What are you doing here?" Rei doesn't bother to sugar-coat his words, straight to the point.

Sure, the situation was slipping out of control, but Rei had it handled. He doesn't need Akai fucking Shuuichi of all people swanning in and saving the day.

"Good evening to you, too."

He rolls his eyes as they deal with the target. Akai can run around as oh so well-mannered Okiya as much as he wants, but coming from him, pleasantries won't ever sound sincere.

(Rye never bothered with them, unless it was to get on Bourbon's nerves, a skill he quickly became proficient in.)

Rei doesn't offer a greeting of his own. There's nothing 'good' about meeting the FBI agent.

Working in tandem to secure the target, at least, is as efficient as ever. Through wordless agreement, Rei wraps up the bullet wound, while Akai gags the man.

Before entering the emergency stairwell, Rei finds himself seeking Akai's eyes for confirmation, asking for safe passage.

(Hates himself for trusting the sniper's assessment implicitly.)

They half-drag, half-carry the target down, past evidence of the FBI agent's ascent. If he looks carefully, Rei can spot signs of a struggle - skid marks, drying droplets of blood, superficially cleaned.

For the first time in twenty minutes, things are blessedly quiet, besides the muffled grunts of pain from their captive.

Of course Akai needs to interrupt their fragile calm.

"You requested reinforcements. I was close-by."

(The part of Rei that's used to analysing Akai's words and movements wonders what he was up to, in a business district. Probably something illegal. He doesn't ask, can't, in front of their mark.)

It's true that Rei reported his mission partner's blown cover. He just hadn't expected mission control to actually send him back-up at all, much less in a timely manner. If he's honest, he had been fully prepared to complete the job on his own.

Some three weeks ago, it would have been unthinkable to bring in the FBI, but times are changing quickly. He's given to understand that while mutual aid might be in the terms and conditions of their tentative cooperation, the strength of it must be tested under fire.

Rei hates being the guinea pig for this little project, but in this instance the FBI is being useful, at least.

(And there's a certain satisfaction in watching Akai getting his hands dirty, again.)

Considering the mess his PSB associate has made of himself in the bar downstairs, foreign support might be for the best, too. Loathe as Rei is to admit it, at least Akai's decently competent when he's on the job.

But if he's expecting a thank-you, he won't be getting it from Rei.

"I had the situation under control", huffs Rei, struggling under the weight of the target.

Akai simply glances at the target's arm, bleeding slowly through the makeshift bandaging, then shifts his gaze to Rei's face.

Furuya can feel the hot sting of a punch he'd been a little slow to deflect on his cheek - no doubt purpling nicely, undermining his argument's validity.

When Akai meets his eyes at last, it's with the same cold amusement that made Rei instantly despise Rye.

"Of course."

Rei purposefully drags his feet so Akai will have to do more of the heavy lifting.

.

Akai checks to make sure the path is clear before they bring out the target into the garage, dumping him in the backseat of Rei's getaway car. Tinted foil on the Toyota's rear windows makes sure barely more than his silhouette is visible.

The ride is not Rei's style, but it will have to do.

"As much as it has been lovely to see you" - it wasn't - "this is where we part ways."

It might be petty, but it's a little fun to use pleasantries of his own to cut down Akai.

Sadly, the other doesn't seem too affected by being told, in essence, to kindly fuck off.

Rei's not about to share his car with Akai unless he's threatened by capital punishment or some similarly drastic measure. The sniper came here without him, and he'll be fine retreating on his own, surely.

"Understood."

Akai's languid stance shifts and straightens into Okiya. Despite his breath clouding between them in the cold night air, he shakes off his jacket, moves to... toss it in the bin?

"Stop."

Akai turns to look at him, Okiya's mild smile already stuck to his face.

"What are you doing?"

The deadpan look as he flips the jacket over to reveal the drying blood is decidedly Akai.

(Rei wonders how he could ever believe that Okiya wasn't him.)

"Getting rid of evidence", he says, as if it's the most natural thing in the world.

Figures that, as a sniper with a penchant for wearing all black, he's never learned how to deal with bloodstains. Still, that suit is of good quality, and it hurts somewhere deep in Rei's soul that Akai wants to throw it away just because it's a little dirty. Isn't even trying to salvage it.

"Give me that."

Sure, it's not the immediate crime scene, but if the police are doing their job - assuming they even get called, for a mobster's disappearance - they'll do a sweep of all trash cans in the area and find it.

They can't afford that, and Akai really should know better.

Rei catches the balled-up jacket when Akai tosses it at him, shoves it in his trunk. Glances back at Akai-as-Okiya, rigid and defensive. His cigarette a lonely source of warmth in the night. Pitiful.

"Really? You brought a gun, but forgot a change of clothes?" Idiot. Rei can see the outline of it tucked into the back of his waistband, barely concealed by the turtleneck's fabric.

(Wonders if sometimes Akai forgets his hair doesn't cover his hips anymore, that he can't get away with that sort of flimsy concealment any longer. Wonders when he cut it, if there's a reason.)

"I happened to be in the area. There was no time to pick up field gear."

Rei sighs, and tosses a pale blue monstrosity at Akai. He's had to learn to plan for cold weather himself, since the last time they were working together.

The other agent catches the sweater, a little off-kilter, with just one hand - avoiding to burn it with his cigarette. Good. It might be one of Rei's least favourite sweaters - the damn thing tends to leave threads everywhere - but it should still be treated with respect. And hey, at least it's warm.

"You will return this to me dry-cleaned, or your suit will not be the only thing stained with blood."

Akai stares at the sweater in his hands, then at Rei, with an unfamiliar expression. If he's paying attention to the litany of cleaning instructions Rei rattles off, he doesn't show it.

"Got that?"

Akai nods, and that's really enough time Rei has wasted on this idiot.

He gets in the car, slams the door shut, drives away.

And doesn't look back.

2.5

Rei also doesn't strangle Akai, though he really should, for breaking into his flat.

He knows it was Akai's handiwork because the fluffy monstrosity he let the sniper borrow sits neatly folded on the living room table, complete with a card from a local dry-cleaner, detailing the cleaning conditions. All matching Rei's specifications; at least his memory hasn't failed Akai yet.

The sniper having been the one to perform this heist is further obvious by the lack of other immediate evidence of his transgression.

Unfortunately, as this is a civilian apartment, Rei can't afford to run the security measures he'd like to, opting instead for two discrete cameras in the hallway. Entirely unsurprisingly, both have encountered technical difficulties at twelve minutes past three in the afternoon. Of course, Akai's nowhere to be seen on either of them.

Great.

Rei takes with him what few valuables he has whenever he goes out (besides Hiro's guitar, which is, unfortunately, too large to carry around on a regular basis), leaving the flat basically sterile, so he's not too worried Akai could steal anything sensitive. Just to be safe, though, he'll have to sweep the apartment.

Who knows what Akai was up to?

Tiny claws tear into the fabric of his pants, accompanied by enthusiastic little barks, as Haro jumps up his leg. He looks up at Rei with the most adorable, wide-eyed expression known to man, panting in excitement. The picture of innocence.

(Rei wants to be mad at him, but it's a rather futile pretence.)

He kneels down, scratches the soft fur under his dog's chin, relishing in the warmth. Shakes his head.

"I thought you hated Akai. Why did you let him in?"

His dog just huffs at him, licks his hand. It smells suspiciously smoky - ah, beef jerky.

Sure enough, when Rei checks the garbage, there's an empty bag of dog treats inside. At least Akai's cleaning up after himself.

(Maybe some of Scotch and his own teachings did stick around in that dense skull of Rye's, after all.)

"The way to your heart is through your stomach, huh? Little traitor, we'll need to do some further training."

Still, he takes Haro for a walk before he starts sweeping the apartment.

.

There's nothing out of place.

No hidden cameras, no microphones, the kitchen has been left untouched as far as he can tell.

(The bed, too, with Akai's cream sweater, primly folded and set down next to the pillow, though it has long lost his scent, is undisturbed.)

There's just one thing missing: Okiya's jacket- cleaned, and as good as new.

Rei would love to claim he was the one who did it, but he merely dropped it off with the PSB's expert, a retired agent's partner. Kazami brought it back a couple of days ago for a briefing, presuming it to be his superior's.

(Rei didn't bother to correct him. Doesn't want to explain why he has a dead man's clothes, of all things.)

In a way, this is good - he doesn't know when he would've met Akai to give back the jacket, and whether the FBI dog would've managed to bring his sweater is up in the air.

However, when he flips the cleaner's card, there's a note in Akai's blocky handwriting, suggesting he 'consider looking for a better guard dog.'

Haro is perfect as he is, thank you very much - just as long as the enemy doesn't use dirty tricks.

This slight requires payback in kind.

.

3.5

"Hello, agent Furuya. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Rei freezes.

Where the hell did Akai just materialize from?

He's sure he saw Okiya leave, has double and triple checked the Kudos are out for the day to star in some sort of variety entertainment show, and Conan was still at Poirot eating lunch with the gaggle of children he likes to hang around when Amuro's shift ended.

No one was meant to be home. Rei was supposed to slip in and out in five minutes.

(Do any of the laws of the universe still apply to Akai Shuuichi, or is he able to teleport, now?)

Rei has been caught elbow-deep in Akai's wardrobe. He has maybe two more seconds to salvage the situation, so he grabs onto the first decently fluffy thing he can get his hands on. Pulls it out, and demonstratively holds it out for Akai to see.

"The PSB is requisitioning this article of clothing."

Akai raises an eyebrow, eyes sharp and bright with amusement. This time, it's all him, none of the strangely mollified creature that is Okiya. It suits him much better, even if Rei has the dreadful feeling Akai's looking right through his flimsy attempt at defending himself. He's managing to keep down the embarrassment through stress alone.

"Are they sending you to go undercover at a gathering of Sherlock fans? I'd like to volunteer as your plus one."

The smile freezes on Rei's face. He carefully doesn't look down, just sneaks a peek from the corner of his eyes. He's holding, to his chagrin, a 'Purrlock Holmes' sweater, complete with an appropriately styled cat.

(Why does Akai even have such a thing?)

"Apologies, but the position is already filled."

Akai tilts his head to the side, as if to ask 'oh? who would want to go with you?', and somehow that's only mildly more insulting than the rest of this charade. But if Akai's playing along, Rei won't be the one to break it.

"Ah, what a shame." Akai doesn't actually appear bothered at all, for being shot down immediately.

In fact, there's the ghost of a smile playing at his lips.

(Paying attention to Akai's microexpressions is much too easy when it's just the two of them. Rei has, after all, been honing the skill for years now - since back when Scotch and himself were still wondering if there was a way to turn the sniper. Utterly ridiculous, in hindsight.)

"Too bad you didn't call ahead. I'm pretty sure the Kudos have the full get-up lying around, deerstalker, mantle, pipe and all. I would have prepared it for you."

"That won't be necessary", he says, and, because it's an opening to defend himself: "Besides, I couldn't have. We've never exchanged contact information."

Akai's brows furrow.

"I've had yours for weeks now, did your agency not share -" He pauses, recognition dawning in his eyes. "Oh, right. I'm supposed to be dead."

He takes out a small notebook, scribbles a string of numbers on it, and rips the page out. Puts it back, all neat and professional. Rei hates it.

He also doesn't like the actual smile starting to form on Akai's face.

(Even if it does look nice on him.)

"You know, I don't think we ever did proper introductions."

The sniper offers a hand for Rei to shake -

"FBI special agent Akai Shuuichi, currently deceased, at your service."

- who ignores it in favour of snatching the paper from his hand.

"Furuya Rei, NPA, senior agent. But you knew that already."

Akai actually smiling in response is strange. Even more so considering it's directed at, or at least in the presence of, Rei himself.

"I see you're still not nearly as prim and proper as you like to pretend."

Something hardens protectively in his chest. This is too far. Sure, Rei's agreed to work with him, but that's the extent of his generosity. Akai doesn't get to banter, not anymore. Can't know Rei like that, and certainly doesn't get to call him out. They aren't friends. Akai better remember his damn place.

Rei makes sure to step in close, looking straight into Akai's jade eyes. Laces his reply with as much sweet venom as he can muster. Shows him Bourbon's smile, all needle-point teeth.

Ah. It's like the good old days.

(Antipathy is one of the easier feelings to untangle, for Akai.)

"You, however, are precisely the arrogant bastard I've hated ever since you first opened your pretty little mouth."

The amusement in Akai's eyes dies. He takes a step away from Rei, as if burnt, and assumes a more guarded stance.

Rei might not be able to beat Akai in a fair fight, but he can still get back at him, every once in a while. He's not above playing dirty, when it so clearly works.

(Even if he the room feels several degrees colder as a result.)

"Now, if you'll excuse me, unlike you, I have several jobs to maintain. Your recompense is over there."

A pastel pink sweater sits on Akai's work desk. It will clash horribly with Okiya's wig.

"I don't need-"

But Rei's blocking out what he's saying, brushing by Akai breezily, before all but running down the stairs.

(He's not fleeing. He's just done, here.)

Since Akai knows he's here, he might as well leave by the front door.

.

Things didn't go as planned.

He's made a fool of himself, in front of Akai, but at least he managed to get back at him, where it counts.

The mission might not have been a success, but it's certainly not a loss, either.

(He holds onto the piece of paper with Akai's number, tightly.)

#knocking out the early exchanges #rei. babygirl. you've been sleeping encompassed by Akai's scent for weeks. did you really think Haro would be too hostile to him?? #(the sherlock sweater is a gift from masumi btw) #akam #(I promise. we'll get there. but this is the early stages. they need to warm up to each other) #(it's mostly uphill from here though) #sweater weather AU #long post #iris writes fic #dcmk #they saw glimpses of each other in their masks. #but they'll need to see each other properly before they can build something #and that takes time

[hershelwidget]

Yeah ok more bo I MEAN completely normal barnacleses. barnaci? barncle. barnanc NEVERMIND

In all seriousness I think the part BB loves most about being the Captain is that he’s got that big voice and confidence to match and it has FUN with it. Gets Extra when saying his catchphrases and stuff yk

Also some cute quirks it has <3 BB’s actually adorable I can’t even deny it anymore (either that or my old crush on Barnacles is acting up) COUGHS ANYWAYS

#up next: they are Interacting >:) #octonauts #hershel’s octonauts au #captain barnacles #the boogie board incident #sighs. i need to seriously look at how boogie interacts with the alternate crew. #the ''no ye fuckin aint'' kwazii with a gun image was funny but what would he Actually Do In That Situation ... hmmmmmmm #i'd imagine that they'd ALL know that this is NOT their captain and they'd call bb out almost instantly #unless bb was really trying and using his actual colours and without the smile thing then it would fool them for like.. a week. give or tak #the crew would get increasingly more suspicious though and ESPECIALLY when he smiles because bb's real grin would probably shine through #another thing i'd like to consider is that. everyone is still. animals. right. do you think dashi knows her crew's scents ??? genuinely- #if she DOES she'd be one of the first to figure it out. bb would NOT smell like barnacles #OHH ANOTHER THING. bb's blood/flesh/etc works different from normal animal blood/flesh/etc. so if 'barnacles' gets an injury #something is gonna be Very Odd about it. peso would notice that #for a while because of that fact bb would absolutely try to hide any injuries small or big. granted barnacles already does that... #so it wouldn't be TOO suspicious........ #man i am COOKING. anyways POST THE DAMN THING

[areyoudoingthis]

broke (racist af, actually. stop fucking saying this): ed needed stede to show him how to take care of his hair and beard and keep himself clean

woke: ed is a very neat guy who dislikes messes and has always known how to look after himself (have you seen his perfect curly hair???)

bespoke: ed and stede bonded over their love of hair and body products and have started a whole sprawling collection that takes up an entire wall in their bathroom, and every time one of them goes shopping they come home with a new oil or soap to try and spend hours in their big tub bathing each other and washing each other's hair

#ofmd #the collection of hair and body products is heavily featured in every fic I'm writing and I'm having a blast thinking of what scents they'd #each like best #I think ed would definitely love sweet smelling flowers because he has a sweet tooth and he likes sweet things in general (fight me on #this) #and i think stede would also like flowers and more citrusy scents too #he'd also buy shit labeled “forest mists” and “meadow memories” and Ed'd be like “babe wtf do meadow memories smell like” and insist on #vetoing every product before it was added to the collection #anyway welcome to my extensive headcanon that I've been completely obsessed with for a week

[yugiohz]

i found my dream jo malone scent but i forgot to make her write down the name and I had Covid 4 times I already forgot the name LOLLLLLL

#The scent makes me so nostalgic aoughhhhhghhhbh #so good.. #I’ll go back this week

[torchickentacos]

winter depression is here and I am ANNOYED about it

#not really a vent in tags. just bitching about it lmao #i am a creative extrovert who suddenly does not want to create or talk to people! #but i have been through this more than enough times to know that i need to start doing those things MORE #as to not get dragged into the depression spiral #and like for a lot of people it's just 'get outside more' #but my disabled ass isn't easily able to do that so it's just 'text more. discord more. draw more. read more. inside things more.' #which does work for me but is harder in some ways #i do not miss high school but at least it got me out of the house some #at least I do enjoy christmastime. i like the lights and the vibes and the winter flavors and scents of things #so i have that in the next few weeks to lean into #like idk. i know how to deal with this. i do it every year. it's more annoying than anything at this point #like. oh okay. life feels like a cloudy grey parking lot. again. it'll go away eventually. #and until then i just need to be a Normal Person About Everything if i feel like it or not #hate that feeling of going through the motions. everything is just emotional grey static

[succikko-draws]

"Day 1: The scent of blood"

@kisames-corner First piece for Kisame Week 2023

He's having a nice lil meal :)

[Image ID: A digital drawing of a bust of Kisame with Samehada behind him over a dark blue background with hints of red. He has his hand in front of his face, licking his fingers. His face and hand are covered in fresh blood. /.End ID]

#Kisame Week 2023 #kisame hoshigaki #hoshigaki kisame #samehada #kisame naruto #kisame akatsuki #akatsuki #naruto art #naruto fanart #naruto shippuden #blood #scent of blood #day 1 prompt 2

[britcision]

Okay I am home again I shall tell you what I did last week

SOCIALISED EVERY DAY IT SUCKED

WEDNESDAY - SOCIALISED DND FRIENDS

THURSDAY - GOT ALL MY FINGERS AND TOES ULTRASOUNDED IT WAS GOOPY AND DISGUSTING

I NEARLY KICKED A NICE ULTRASOUND TECH BUT HE PUT GOOP ON MY TOES AND TOUCHED MY FEET

I HAVE PUNTED PEOPLE ACROSS ROOMS FOR LESS

ALSO LIKE 30 X-RAYS I AM SO RADIOACTIVE

AND THEN!

WATERFALLS

EVERY

FUCKING

DAY

FRIDAY TO WEDNESDAY

AT LEAST ONE A DAY USUALLY 2-3

ALSO AN ARBORETUM AND CURSED ASS BOTANICAL GARDENS AND MY MOST FAVOURITE LONELY CLIFFS

I walked SO MUCH and did a CAVE TOUR that I had to sign a WAIVER for that specifically said “Hey Brit you Personally Specifically with your Leg And Back Pain Should Not Do This we reserve the right to Tell You Not To”

But I DID IT and look how COOL IT WAS

Large rocks make me very happy

Tbh took more pics of forests and rocks than I did of the waterfalls

It was lots of walking and hiking and scrambling up and helping my poor partner who was not born on hiking trails and cliff sides up and over things

Also the goddamn trailer leaked all over the bed on my side and sister didn’t fucking close the roof vents before leaving it for a day and a half of rain before we arrived

So sleeping did not so much happen but ADVENTURE DID

#camping adventures #was a fucking busy week y’all #and dnd on saturday too #i shall simply perish it’s fine #waterfalls #caves #arboretum #oh oh oh we sniffed the katsura tree lots #it’s too early in the year for it to be caramel scented #but we found ONE LEAF that had the faintest hint of smell #and we will go back next month #and maybe in october #because when you ask ‘what month does katsura Do The Thing’ #the internet forgets ‘fall’ is not a month