Does anybody else use perfume to replicate their scent?
I’ve seen a bunch of miscecanis peeps (me included) pick their scents, but does anybody try to replicate the experience of having a natural scent with perfume? Ik irl humans DO have different scents, but they’re not as strong and get covered up by hygiene products all the time anyway.
It’s just nice because I can spray it on all my pulse points and then actually get the experience of scenting stuff for comfort purposes.
If anyone wants it, I can share some inexpensive DIY perfume recipes (since perfume can be kinda pricey)!
when buying plushies for your nests, keep in mind build a bear has scents that can be put inside your stuffed animal!! some of them are stronger and some are mild but they’re amazing. they have lots of different types and they’re super comforting!! they’re also replaceable if they stop smelling as strongly! ♡
I propose to you! Lucifer scenting, but he’s mildly drunk and can’t stop talking about sweet he is on you, and everyone avoids you like the plague the morning after because you reekof pride.
Maneuvering the demonus from his gloved hand- he hums with feigned disappointment but he lets you take it and his smile returns in a flash. He tucks his nose into the curve of your shoulder and plants his hands on the dip of your side; breathes you in and everything stills. He breathes you in. Just you. Not the perfumey stuff you insist on wearing, but you. Your skin, your breath, your softness and your warmth, the clean smell emanating from your hair after a good shampooing.
And he can’t help it. You’re so darling, so unfathomably wonderful and he could grow addicted to this. He could get hooked on the steady beat of your heart, and the up and down of your living, breathing chest… So he rubs his face against you. His cheek meets the flat of your chest and he nuzzles- cradling you close to prevent your escape and he holds you as though you are his raft in a never-ending sea.
You tilt your head at him, curious. He only smiles in response.
Summary:So there was this jar, and it had so much peanut butter still in it, and when his fox nose scented it and didn’t catch any poison or spoilage, what was he supposed to do? Not avail himself of this gift? No. He shoved his delicate little snout right in there and got to licking, but, you know… Elegantly. Definitely not snarfing and making horrible little fox sounds and rolling around on the ground while he went ham on the jar. Sure, he had to work a little bit to get at the last of it, but anything good is worth working for, right? So finally, triumphant, no longer starving, and maybe a little thirsty now from eating half a cup of peanut butter in about two minutes, he’d tried to remove his head from the jar.
Operative word tried.
Or: Wei Ying gets stuck. Lan Zhan helps.
My comments: Well, now, this was a hoot and a ride, due to being inside wwx’s head for the whole story (along with his colony of over-caffeinated squirrels and the eighteen trains of thought he has going in and out of his brain depot). He’s a feral cuddle-monster as a fox and an insecure and anxious human if he thinks too much, and there’s zero filter at all, so he often uses mouth words when no mouth words should have been used, and it’s hilarious.
Luckily, Lan Zhan is really *really* into that.
Excerpt 1: He thinks, briefly, about shifting into his human form. Would he just sort of… explode out of the jar? Or would he end up with his human-sized head stuck inside this fox-sized peanut butter jar? That is genuinely the most horrifying thought he’s ever had in his life. No fucking way. Shifting is right out! Not today Satan, not today!
Excerpt 2: He reaches one gloved hand in and murmurs, “Don’t worry, Xiao-gua, I’ll take you somewhere safe.”
Wei Ying dies a little inside and doesn’t think he can be blamed for it. Anyone would feel the same way after hearing that voice coming out of that face calling an angry possum “Little Melon” in Chinese. The possum apparently agrees, because it stops hissing and goes docile, settling into a corner of the box and blinking up at Hot Animal Hero with sleepy eyes. “Good job,” Hot Animal Hero tells the possum. “You’re doing very well.”
Wei Ying is going to fucking marry this man. Tall, hot, smells good, good with animals? He’s gone. He’s done. The crush he develops is instant and all-consuming.
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Chase smells of earth—of dirt and soil and graves.
He smells of the old days: when mountains walked and talked as they roamed the everglades, telling It stories as Anti lay on their backs, learning of their world and its lives. He smells of the sod between the toes of trees, of the sand and mulch beneath decaying leaves, of the bones and hearts of animals torn apart…
Chase smells of earth—of dirt and soil and graves.
He smells of the old days: when mountains walked and talked as they roamed the everglades, telling It stories as Anti lay on their backs, learning of their world and its lives. He smells of the sod between the toes of trees, of the sand and mulch beneath decaying leaves, of the bones and hearts of animals torn apart…
Sleeping on Marvin is like sleeping on a flowerbed.
Every part of him is soft and supple to the touch, silky and smooth like petals; from his skin to his hair, he smells of sun and flowers and sugar and fertility.
He also smells of magic and power—especially after he’s been spell casting.
It’s this intoxicating aroma that keeps Anti coming back to the arrogant mage, despite all his threats and warnings and brandishings of flaming hair and hands; the scent and sensation and satisfaction of snuggling Marvin is always worth it.
((As an afternote, I think it’s worth mentioning that, in our conversations, Valpus mentioned magic for them smells sweet like sugar; I wanna clarify here that when I talk about sugar above, I’m talking about glucose or the sugar produced by plants, not that magic smells sweet for me.))
