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There was never enough room, in Ignis’ estimation. Whether it was a posh suite on the Quay or a run-down motel with prewar-era powder-blue tile–as in this case–there was never sufficient space on the bathroom vanity for everyone’s personal effects. Especially of the cosmetic variety. Especially with this crowd.

Noct was a man who was used to being judged on his appearance, which had best not be anything short of immaculate, and it showed. It showed in the industrial-sized can of expensive salon-exclusive hairspray, the tooth-bleach strips, the even more expensive cologne, and the gold and ebony-trimmed shaving tools–and that was only what he carried himself, and not what Ignis kept on hand for his use. (Noct tried, valiantly, to pretend he was completely casual and low-maintenance, just a normal, down-to-Eos heir to a royal destiny with unspeakable powers, but then he would nearly have a panic attack when his hair was rumpled by a light breeze. Hardly surprising, Ignis thought, when you’ve been stalked by paparazzi your whole life and assumptions were made based solely on your missing buttons or the state of your fingernails. But it was damnably inconvenient on the road.)

Prompto carried less than anyone, but that hardly mattered. He had a habit of detonating in the bathroom every night, and somehow it made his comparatively modest collection of toiletries seem twice the amount. The result was that his socks and underpants and towels and toothpaste and various hair products (they always seemed to feature an eye-assaulting color scheme and someone yelling on the label: MANGO TANGO FANDANGO SCREAMING HOLD HAIR WAX, for example) could always be found scattered over a wide area at all times, and especially after he’d showered.

Gladio–while he would appear to be the sort of man who would wash his feet, hair, and balls all with the same bar of store-brand soap–was arguably the worst. First with an assortment of beard-maintenance equipment that could have kept the Fulgarian himself trimmed on a daily basis (and Gods help you if one comb attachment was found out of its assigned place on the countertop). And then there was the copious bathroom real-estate taken up by his coordinated collection of body-wash, deodorant, shampoo, and hair-product, all the bottles arrayed with military precision and all scents calibrated to complement one another. The result was like some kind of olfactory fellatio, and it worked. To Ignis’ chagrin. Gladio always smelled like a freshly-rained-on pine forest populated solely with leather-clad lumberjack bears running some kind of artisanal BBQ operation.

And Ignis himself, always the last in for the night, looked at his travel bag, and the already-overcrowded counter, and sighed.

Running Down a Dream: #32 - Complexion

Trade?

Offering: 

I work at Teavana so I can get you any kind of tea that we have there!!

(Teavana is partnered with starbucks, and I can get a once a week free markout from them, so I could prob get you some coffee too, you'd just had to let me know ahead of time. Also From my observation if you want a specific blend, they may or may not have it depending on the location.)

Black cat fur

Cat Whiskers

cat claw shedding/clippings

Bearded dragon shed pieces

Rat fur (White, Grey, Black, Blonde)

Rat Whiskers

Empty Wasps Nest

Rose Quartz Chips

Fish bones (Found at the beach)

Beach Glass

Lake Erie Sand

Lake Erie Water

Ohio Nature

Assortment of beads colored beads

Blue Dyed Howlite

Purple Tissue Paper

Juggalo Tarot Deck (ex got it for me knowing I like tarot decks, pls take it from me)

Rose Of Sharon Seeds

Live Marimo Balls

Whole Basil leaves from my plant

Random Fabric Scraps

Whole Garlic Cloves

Thyme

Dirt from my deceased rats graves  (if you're into that)

Black dog fur (Newfoundland) 

Lavender

Chamomile

Rose Petals

Rose Beds

Anise Seeds/Pieces

licorice root

cardamom

dried hibiscus 

rose hips

rose hips peels

Cinnamon stick pieces

cloves

lemon peels

marigold petals

lemon verbena

coconut chips

vanilla pieces

fennel

coriander seeds

Ashes

 Rose of Sharon Pods

Black Salt

Things That I am looking for:

 Animal remains/dead things. I am a death witch and am wanting Bones, Skulls, Furs bits, Pelts, Horns, Antlers, Scales, Reptile Sheds, Quills, Feathers, Mummified, Wet Preserved, Wings, Claws, Hooves (and or trimmings from hooves), teeth ,fossils. (I would love teeth, and goat stuff so much but anything will make me happy tbh)

Other oddities such as  Obituary Articles/Clippings, Antique Medical Tools, Antique Shaving kits, Old coins, Black and white photos/cabinet cards, Skeleton keys, Ouija boards, haunted items/items with strong spiritual energies, tarot cards,  medical diagrams, other Victorian or paranormal stuff.

Anything with death deities such as Hades, Thantos, Heccate, etc aswel as Baphomet 

Graveyard dirt

thorns, baneful herbs[like fly argenic etc] , and anything else used in death witchery.

Altar items such as an altar cloth, cauldron, candles, incense, runes, Mortar & Pestle,

 plants, terrarium kit,

Witch books! Love me some witch books, bottles/jars with lids I’ll take anything! 

herbs I have not listed that I already have.

oils

I really want a wand. I would love a bone one, or one with bone accents, or just something with a death witch vibe.

Gemstones/minerals of all shapes and sizes. Let me know what you have! I’ve already got a ton of Amethyst tho. (Really want some moonstone, bismuth, peridot, garnet, opal, rainbow aura quartz, )

Gemstone/Chakra Jewelry

Journals

Poppets

Handmade stuff

Dream catchers

Sage bundles, or other Herbal Cleansing Sticks.

Things to help me relax. I’ve got horrible anxiety, depression, and self esteem issues. So bath bombs, teas ,smoking blends, charms, poppets, pouches, stones, jar spells or just anything that you know helps with those sort of issues would be fantastic.

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maladictive-moved  asked:

dude did i ever tell you that i headcanon talia using bruce's shaving razors bc helloooo she's not a hairless orientalized white dude's dream, and he wakes up one morning, goes to take a shower and stares at his package of shaving tools, which were NEW and UNOPENED last night just waiting for him to use and talia's sitting in the jacuzzi like 'beloved, come feel my legs and how soft they are suddenly, it's fantastic' ehehh

oh my god talia jumping into bruce’s bed and waking him up super early just so she can be like

FEEL MY LEGS

TIBERIUS, PART X

previously on tiberius

inspired by pixieknight10805’s post here

Steve leaves him to drag his ass out of bed and Tony resists the urge to get under the covers and go back to sleep. He was supposed to wake up to lazy morning sex, not a hangover in a strange bed with what appear to be sheets from Target. He wallows for a few minutes, then throws back the rest of the water and pushes to his feet.

He shuffles into the little attached bathroom and grimaces when he sees his reflection. There are dark bags under his already wrinkled eyes and red creases along the side of his face from where he’d slept on his own arm. His hair’s a wreck; it’s flat on one side and sticking out in five directions on the other.

And Steve, handsome, azure-eyed Adonis, saw him this way.

Well, that’s mortifying.

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