#|| dabs my forhead this is long ||

[vampyrevogue]

Illness

Cregan stark × Fem!reader

Warnings:Fluff, super sweet cregan, Illness.

This fic is definitely not me projecting because of how I'll I am currently. Short little drabble.

It was late in the afternoon when The lord of winterfell heard the news of his dear lady-wife falling Ill. He had woken early as he usually did, though this morning he had decided to leave you sleeping soundly in your shared chambers;he spent his whole day in council meetings and in the training grounds.

When you're dearest handmaiden had burst into winterfell council chambers to inform cregan of your illness he had immediately stood up rushing through the halls of the formidable keep toward your shared chambers.

As he entered the room his eyes immediately found you, laid in bed in a delirious state drenched in sweat and sniffling heavy. Your cheeks were a bright pink and your eyes barely open and you flex your aching knees under the covers, one ofyour hands thrown over your forehead as one of your handmaidens attempted to dab your forehead with a cold damp cloth.

“out all of you” Cregan says gruffly, his gaze shifting to the other maids in the room who were running a bathfor your.

They quickly scurry out, the maid who was by your side originally handing him the damp cloth. Your heavy breathing and sniffling wasthe only noise left in the room as he approached you with a softened look on his face, taking a seat beside you and gently placing the cloth on your forhead. His hand comes up to gently caress your face, sighing softly at the hurt of seeingyou in such a state.

“how do you feel, my girl?”he asks, he tone soft yet it still had its usual northern gruffness. He knew the answerto his question already, he just wanted to know you were not completely lost in fever.

“bad”you murmur quietly, a soft cough following your voice. Your weary eyes open a little more, examining the soft look on his face.

“there is a bath drawn, should you wish to get in it. I'll have some soup brought to you” she says, wipingyour sweat drenched hair from your forehead.

You contemplate for a moment, your head turning to the large copper bathtub in the center of the room. You groan at the though of relaxing your aching limbs in the steamy water. Nodding slightly, you wearily swing your legs over the edge of the bed, taken small and shaky steps toward the tub. Cregan stands behind you his arm barely on your back as he attempts to steady your steps, quick to help you tie your hair back and strip of your nightgown;he holds his hand out assisting you in sinking yourself into the tub before leaning at the side, his hand still intertwined with yours.

You lean your head against the copper tub, sinking fully into the water with a large sigh. Cregan hands you a glass of water,and you sip it quickly as if you had not ever drank water.

“you must rest well, my love”he whispersto you, his hand running throughyour hair gently.

You looked at cregan with a gracious smile, thankful for his presence beside you more than ever. You knew this was going to be a long and aching time of sickness but you were just glad cregan was by your side as he always promised he would be.

Short and sweet as alway, hope yall enjoy it. Yknow the drill please send asks in if you have them❤.

Sincerely, V.carmen.

[alltubedandwiredup]

A short-ish fantasy story i wrote some time ago. Not self-insert and male protagonist. Medfet (+18)

i woke up to find myself sitting in what looked like a hospital room. i looked around in comfusion, only to find i was lying in a gynaecologal bed, and surrounding me i could see houndred different machines. someone approached me from behind, placing a reassuring hand in my forhead.

- hello darling, have you slept well???i hope you have, because today we start with your very special treatment

- im going to tell you how this is going to go, eric.

- mainly, we are going to connect you to these machines you see around you at the same time as we inject you with a new developed medication. it is going to be a long treatment im afraid, but im going to take care of you. your doctor did refer you to us as a critical case. now, ill explain you further as we go, does that sound right?

in that moment, two nurses came into the room and positiones themselves at the feet of my bed. the doctor then nodded

- eric, one requeriment of the treatment has been the removal of your hair since we needed to be able to properly wire you to the equipment. after this, she pressed a button and two big mirrors uncovered. one in the ceiling and one right in front of me. i cringed at my hairless sight. my head was bald, as well as my legs and… my groin. my balls and ass were the smoothest i could imagine. The nurses took some straps in my things and ankles tied me firmly to the bed, before the doctor pressed anothe button and my legs were being lifted into stirrups, leaving me comoletly exposed under the bright medical lights.

then, one of the nurses started doing strange marks all over my bald head, wich then she started to cover with dabs of gel

- we will need to have you constantly monitored in every way possible. these things here are to then attach 24 electrodes to your head. this way we will control your brain activity in every moment. We will do the same thing with your heart beats, the blood and oxygen in your blood, and your temperature

My other nurse started to attach more electrodes to my chest at the same time as the first one started to place the ones in my head. two went behind my ears, two behind my eyes, three on my forehead, two in my temples and the rest on my scalp. she finished with a last one in my chin before she started securing them with tape. i couldnt look away from the mirror, somehow this wired state aroused me deeply. once she finished, the other one had wrapped a preassure monitor on my arm, had placed a pulse oxymeter on my middle finger and sticked a temperature monitor to my head as well.

- now eric, this is when we connect you to the actual tratment. ill start with the IV tratment. you will feel slight pinches in your ball sac.

as she explained, i felt the first needle go in, at my right, the quickly came the second. the doctor took both of the cannulas hanging from two drips at my feet and connected them to the needles, before securing the needles and the tubes with tape.

- foley nurse.

i knew what was coming next. she took the bright orange tube of a catheter and lubed it, before aligning it to my urethral opening.

i did see the nurses sticking more electodes, this time smaller ones, in my lower abdomen, close to my dick, but i was too concentrated in the discomfort of a tube sliding into my little hole. when the catheter was all the way into my pisshole, the doctor connected it to a longer clrear tube and taped it to my leg. the doctor then took the rest of these electrodes and sticked them into my balls, in my thigs at both sides of my penis and around my anus. one nurse apeared in my frame of vision again, holding a series of tubes.

- now those are the last things eric, the anal probe, the nipple suctioning electrodes, the feeding tubes and the breathing apparatuses.

my nurse started sticking a long electrode under my nose, then the next one approached with two long tubes

- big breath darling- she said.

she started introducing it in my right nostril. at the same time, felt an enormous pleasure in my hole.

- oh eric you are very very tight, we need you to open… come on… open up… open that anus eric… come on, be a good patient and open .

i could feel as the doctor worked the probe into my virgin anus as the first feeding tube met and end. it was taped to my cheek as the nurse repeated the process tubing my left nostril… all wile the doctor kept working on my anus

- we need this for the tratment eric… just a bit more, you are doing soo soo good.

- cmon be a good boy… let it go in… good job

i finally felt my ass close around a smaller end at the same time the nurse approached me with a nasal cannula, placing it into my nose as well and around my head. finally the doctor looked at me happily as the nasal cannula was also taped to my cheeks.

- that was a good job. your little anus is so tight, hopefully it won’t be as much at the end of the treatment

one of the nurses inserted both my nipples into two tiny tubes connected to a machine next to me. the tubes sucked my nipples engording and trapping them.

- okay, i think now we can start. are you ready? now we will start giving you some sweet relaxing gas through that nasal cannula in your nose, just to keep you calmed throughout the treatment, you might feel sleepy. oh and i must warn you, you might obtain sexual stimulation during this. its okay, some patients do it. dont you feel ashamed. im going to leave now okay, but ill be watching you constantly. so you dont need to stress.

then everyone left the room and i was left with my reflection. i was covered head to toe in tubes and wires. i could see my bottom fully exposed and covered in a million tubes and wires: there were electrodes everywhere, the catheter tubing my urethra and two ivs connected to my balls. i realized that the thing in my ass was an electrified plug, with two wires coming out of it. i colud barely look at my reflection without cringing. i didnt recognice me under so many wires and tubes. my face was covered in tape securing every tube going into my nose. with tubes in every hole, i didnt look human, i was connected to so many machines i was a part of them

i felt when the devices turned on. it started by a tingling sensation in my balls, that extended through the rest of my goin. that tingle started to feel very pleasant soon, at the same time as i realized it was hard to focus my eyes. i gave up and let the gas drug me up as the pleasure kept building inside me. it didnt take long before i orgasmed, from there, i gradually lost awareness of the orgasms i kept having, feeling the pleasure as something far away.

i think i was in and out of conciousnes for a while before i heard the doctor come in. she came next to the bed and strocked my cheek, bypassing the tubes taped to it. i was so lost in the pleasure and the drugs that i failed to focus my eyes. so i just stared at her blankly, my head lolling to the side and drooling.

- doctor? i asked her weakly.

i think she laughed at this, and just kept strocking my wired head

- you are sooo drooly my darling

she said running a towel through my chin

- you are orgasming so much are you??… mmm thats right, keep going… this is going to help you eric…

- can you tell me where does it feel better? is it in your ass… or in your dick… or your balls… can you tell me eric?

i was completely unable to respond, not even to think were in my medicalized body i was feeling the biggest pleasure

- shhh its okay, you are very out of it are you?

a climax hit me in that moment, making me arch my feet and roll by eyes back, as a long moan of pleasure came our of my mouth. the doctor kept running a calming hand though my forehead

- uuuu look at you… the anal electrode is working you up so good, look at how your anus twitches around it, its fucking you with the electricity

there i felt her push slightly the electrode into my ass, making me moan as i bursted into pleasure from the slight movement.

- you like this little thing do you? wou had never had anything up your rectum right? off to a good stat i guess, my little patient.

- keep going… thats it… good job… is another orgasm coming baby? are you about to cum?… thats it, cum from the machines, good job

that’s the last thing i registered before loosing consciousness for the next hours

[sparkles-and-trash]

dabihawks suggestive fluff and bird instincts!🐤♥️

It’s not easy for any big pro to date, this is just a known fact.

Between weeding out the people who’s just in it for the status or money, the actual crazy stalkers, and the people willing to sell you as a story to the press?

Yeah, it’d be like having a second job, which he is way too busy for.

That’s the excuse Keigo usually go with, and so far, it have worked swell.

Well, up until this moment, it had. Now it was all falling apart, and it was falling fast.

Now, there were big, warm hands running trough his sensitive wings, mismatched lips that had been a leading role in Keigo’s dreams for a long time were kissing and biting his neck and shoulder, and electric blue eyes are looking at him like he’s something to be loved and desired.

All of it would have been perfect if it weren’t for the other part of the dating question Keigo was so often confronted with.

The answer he didn’t give out to anyone, ever.

Because besides the whole hero thing, there was the whole bird thing.

To be fair, how could anyone sit down the person they have any sort of feelings for and explain that, because of your quirk, the whole dating and mating process is more complicated than anyone would expect?

That it takes a long time for romantic interest to start, because most big birds, unlike humans, mate for life.

Keigo’s brain telling him that for any romantic and sexual to occur, he needs to know all he can about this potential mate.

He needs to be sure.

Which is ironic, considering the person his instincts finally decided to let in is the one of the most dangerous villains in the country.

At least, that’s what said villain wants everyone to think.

Keigo knows it’s more complicated than that.

But right now, Keigo has other things on his mind.

Like those hands moving from his wings to his ass, and those mismatched lips presses against Keigo’s own, their tounges dancing eagerly against each other, making the winged man whine into the arsonists’ mouth.

«Dabs, wait-» Keigo gasps as they pull apart, and Dabi hums curiously as he moves to press kisses to Keigo’s jaw.

«I- I need to, ah fuck, right there…»

Dabi contuine to nibble and suck a hickey right under Keigo’s ear, before he stops and pulls back.

«You need to what, pretty Bird?» he asks, hands slowly running up and down Keigo’s bare sides.

Keigo blinket, trying to clear his head.

«I, uhm, just, I need to know if this is just, heh, yanno, if…»

He trailed off and felt his face heat up.

Fuck, why was this so hard?! Talking was usually one of his strong suits.

But Dabi just hums deeply, and as he leans forward to press a quick kiss to Keigo’s lips, before he leans his forhead against Keigo’s.

«If this is just about the fucking for me?» he finishes off Keigo’s awkward rambling, and to his horror Keigo hears himself let out an embarrased chirp as he nods quickly and draws back a little.

«There’s nothin’ wrong with that of course, I just, my whole chemestry is a bit different, and it’s not something I can change, and I’m not sure how I’d deal if this wasn’t meaning the same to you?» he finally admits, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, avoiding Dabi’s eyes.

Dabi doesn’t reply right away, instead he gently but firmly grabs Keigo’s chin and make him look at him again, and Keigo’s heart flutters embarrasingly when he sees that the healthy parts of Dabi’s face is tinted pink, and how heavy his eyes are.

«Do you think I make a habit of sleeping with heroes?» he asks with a smirk.

Keigo rolls his eyes a little, but feels a smil tug at his lips.

«I don’t know what you’re up to in your spare time,» he quips back, and Dabi laughs in that lovely deep way he does.

«Well, I don’t,» he says before he leans in and kisses the hero deeply, moving his hands back towards his waist.

«So no, this is not just a random fuck to me, either,» he says when they break apart again.

Keigo just nods frantically, desperate to have those hands back all over him.

«Okay, yeah, good,» he gasps as Dabi’s hands moves to help guide Keigo’s hips against his own.

«Good,» Dabi repeats with a smirk and heavy eyes.

«Now, let’s get to the main act, shall we?»

[moonlit-imagines]

Halloween MUA

Wanda Maximoff x reader

warnings:

a/n: SINCE ME AND EMCON SHARE A BRAINCELL THIS IS A HALLOWEEN MAKEUP FIC AND I WILL BE WRITING THE ONE I WAS ALREADY PLANNING AS EVERYDAY MAKEUP DHSHSJSJJS

prompt: @the-radio-star: “For the Halloween prompts could I request #9 with Wanda Maximoff?? Because like....? The emotional intimacy of someone helping you with your makeup??? Unmatched”

You knew your costume was missing something, you just couldn’t put your finger on it. You brushed your fingers through your hair...no, that’s not it. Maybe you needed a belt? Not that, either. You flattened out some of the wrinkles on your top and did a turn-around in the mirror, and a few more until you heard a knock.

“Y/N? You almost done?” Wanda’s voice muffled through the door and you immediately whipped it open, she flinched with an “oh!” and took a step back.

“Hi, sorry. I’m not so sure about this costume.” You peered down and your toes and back up to her, who was standing in a slant with her finger tapping her cheek...observing. Wanda reached for your chin and turned your face carefully from side to side.

“I have an idea.” She mumbled and left you standing there alone and confused, wondering if she’d ever return.

“Uh, Wanda? Where’d you go?” You called out without moving, you felt it best to stay still until Wanda came back with a box of colorful supplies. “Facepaint?”

“Mhmm!” She smiled and opened the box. “Let me do your makeup?” Wanda proposed while holding a brush in either hand and wiggling her eyebrows, you could tell she was going to get a kick out of this.

“I suppose.” You sighed without hiding your smirk and her face lit up.

“Yay!” Wanda led you back to the bathroom and turned on an extra light so she could see exactly what she was working with, her fingers traced your cheeks down to your jaw, then she brushed your hair away from your forhead. “Okay, y/n, close your eyes. The sponge is going to cover your face in the green paint, don’t be startled.” You weren’t paying much attention to her words, you more focused on her sparkling eyes. “Y/NNN..?” She stroked her hand down your face and giggled. “Keep them closed.” You finally complied and felt the cold, wet makeup be dabbed across your cheeks and nose, your squinting only fueled Wanda’s amusement. “Stay still, darling.” Her term of endearment made your heart flutter.

“Are we almost done?” You asked, peeking one of your eyes open to see several makeup supplies floating around you and Wanda in a red-tinted cloud. A smile crept onto your face at such a simple sight.

“Not yet, mylyy.” Wanda spoke a word in her mother tongue that you didn’t quite understand, but it put you at ease enough for you to let her continue. You zoned out in your own mind as you imagined the concentrated look on her face that was covered by your own eyelids, what a shame. Wanda guided your face up and down, side to side for the fine finishing touches and...“Done!” Your eyes fluttered open to see a proud smile on Wanda’s face, her hands grabbed you by the shoulders and spun you towards the mirror so you could admire her artwork, which was actually magnificent.

“Wow.” You moved your hands near your face, but Wanda quickly pulled them away.

“Do not smudge your makeup. A poor witch worked very hard on it.” She noticed your phone on the counter and decided to do what was sensible and take a selfie, the makeup artist and her subject, both stunning in their own right. You made a scary face and leaned over her shoulder, trying out all sorts of new expressions. It wasn’t long before Wanda caught you eyeing her through the help of the camera. You noticed her bite her lip and waited patiently for her to look at you.

Her pink lips were just inches away from your green ones, her eyes flickered to your focus and you thought this was it. This was what you’ve been waiting for. You shut your eyes to savor the moment, but when you leaned in, you heard...

“Ah, ah, ah.” When your eyes opened again, Wanda had a finger hovered before your face, not quite touching your lips. “As much as I’d like to do that, I worked hard on that makeup.” She smirked and backed away. “But that gives me something to look forward tonight...”

“Wait, you—what?” You blinked in surprise and she walked past you, looking back to shoot you a wink. “Oh, my god, no way.” You muttered. Tonight?! Tonight?!

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[too-scared-to-do-this]

Insufferable

Chapter two - A king’s duty is a king’s duty

Sander’s sides fanfiction - ‘Off the Devil’s head’ spin-off (can be read as a stand-alone)

Wordcount: 1928

Ship: intrulogical

TW: cursing - a lot of cursing (still Remus, lovlies, get used to it), confusion, cute bickering (I think...?), forests at night, very obvious autistic tics (based on my own, so I know they are real and how they work, in case you’re not sure ^^ I wouldn’t write something that I haven’t checked at least twice with someone who has, or deals with or is deeply interested in this stuff). And I think that’s all. If anything pops up, do let me know :) <3

Summary of the whole story: This might have not been the brightest idea - steeling from a cart right in the fucking smack-dab-middle of the Square. But Remus never claimed his ideas were bright. Never said his words and actions were appropriate either. So how in all off goddamned hell did he find himself sprawled out on a giant comfortable throne instead of a cold and dark (and very drippy) prison cell - with guards actually guarding his safety instead of assuring his imprisonment - is completely beyond him.

Link to AO3 for those who prefer reading there ^^

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Chapter two - A king’s duty is a king’s duty

There’s not a lot of things Logan dislikes. There’s a total of fifteen so far. But disruption of order, change and tall grass is definitely in the top ten. And wouldn’t you look at that?

Green-haired hurricanes are tearing threw his peaceful kingdom, disrupting peace - thus creating an unnecessary change. Which caused his sleepless state, which lead him down a path where he has to hop from foot to foot like a dear, to eliminate any unnecessary contact with grass.

And the fact that all these things alone cause unnecessary stress, let alone combined, just makes it all worse. His movements are more jagged then usual, more frantic. Gestures all over the place in unorganized manors. And his eyebrows are stuck in a constant ‘thinking scowl’ as his advisors call it.

To any other person, his behavior would seem truly strange - Logan can’t say he doesn’t feel a little embarrassed by it, even now that he’s alone. But there are some things that just can’t be helped.

Besides, all of his kingdom know that their king is a ‘little weird’.

Since Logan first sat on the throne - at the mere age of thirteen - everybody’s been in love with their ruler. It sounds a little odd, that they let a thirteen-year-old kid on the throne, but Logan’s never really been a kid. Since when he can remember he read books far too difficult for the usual kid his age, listened in on conversations he probably had no business listening to, let alone understanding. Sat by his father’s side, while he made life-concerning decisions. Watched his mother as she took care of every problem with caution and care not everybody could offer. Although Logan never got around to fully understanding that care, he learned to act the same way. Same words, same gestures. Nobody was worried when the crown got passed down to him. All the people in the kingdom knew they were in good hands.

Logan’s very first mission was learning the name of every single person in town. It wasn’t an easy task, but it wasn’t as hard as someone would expect, since a surprisingly big amount of people shared the same name. And Logan had a really good memory when it came to association. A face to a name. A shape to a math formula. The smell, color, density and overall look to a chemical. And of course, the exact numeric measurement of a star’s whereabouts.

But there was no way of ‘associating’ his way out of this. He had no clue of the density, the weight, the pace, the name, nor the whereabouts of this mysterious disrupter of peace. All he knew was, that his hair was unnaturally green and he looked way too skinny for a wealthy towns-man - which just underlined the reason why he was steeling.

Oh, and let’s not forget he wanted to kiss Logan. Right there on the Square, apparently.

The young king scratched his arm, absentmindedly, trying not to think too much about it. Not that that’s helping. Questions keep popping up, tripping up his sane thought process.

It’s not like Logan liked the idea of the stranger kissing him. He didn’t like to be touched, let alone landing his lips to someone else. But the thoughts didn’t leave him alone.

Maybe that’s why he was here, stepping over unnecessarily high strands of grass in the middle of the night. He might not like the greenery touching him, and the jutting out branches and leaves of trees and bushes cause him immense panic (and make him scratch his exposed body parts like crazy), but he actually likes the forest. It is really calming (for the most part, anyways).

He hoped that this almost-calming surrounding would help him clear his head. But it just seemed to stress him out even more.

The thoughts kept on swiveling in his head - swirling and twirling, not letting the unknown thief out of their claw-clad grasp.

Logan needed to find out the thief’s name. He knows everybody’s name. And if this thief stays close to town, he’s considered a citizen. He needs to learn his name.

Not far from the obsessing king, Remus was lounging out in the hammock he hung outside Matilde’s old run-down cottage. One leg swung over the edge, he swayed from side to side, twisting the silver ring on his slender finger.

Bored out of his mind.

There wasn’t many days, when Remus’s screwed-up brain didn’t come up with things to entertain him; but some days even that head needed some rest, it seemed. Apparently today was one of those days.

Not a single fun thought. Even the inner monologue he never seemed to be able to end, somehow bored him to death. The only thing peeking even the slightest of interest in him, was the constant image of those scarily-blue eyes the king-dude possessed.

Seriously. In all his life, he has never once seen such ocean-blue eyes. Dark and deep, holding many a secret. It made Remus desperate to know each and every single one.

But that was not happening. No matter how much the eyes mesmerized him. How much he couldn’t get them out of his head. (Agh, Jesus fucking Christ those eyes…) There was just no way he could go back to that town.

The king has let him go once (he chalked it up to his good looks, charm and smooth words) and the second time is as likely as Matilde coming back from wherever she fled to.

So here he was. Bored as all hell.

He sighed heavily, wondering what kingdom was next on his agenda tomorrow. When suddenly he heard a scrunch. Then another. And another. This was no squirrel. Remus sat up immediately, eyes darting along the dark forest.

It was so late. What the hell would anybody be doing up at this hour of the night?

He darted out of the hammock - almost falling face first when his foot got caught in the fabric - hiding in the near-by bushes. Thank the lords that he didn’t forget to turn the fucking lights off again.

The scrunching got louder by the second, and Remus crouched lower.

Low muttering drafted into his ears. “…nice of you good sir, but I’ll have to decline. I am not sure that would be appropriate considering we just met…” A dark figure, drafted in shadow came into view. “And besides, you haven’t even introduced yourself. I know the name of every citizen in this kingdom. For the sake of consistency, I would also like to find out yours…” Jesus Christ, who were they talking to?  And what were they doing?!

One leg up in the air, like soldiers marching, then quickly stamped down, hopping to the other. Weird movements all over the place, not even in a straight line, like a sane person. Was this person drunk? They looked like a fucking goat, jumping from one small jutting out pebble on the mountain-side to the other.

The site alone would make Remus want to piss himself, but together with the inconsistent murmuring? He couldn’t hold back the snort.

The figure immediately froze in place. All movement and words falling into still silence. “Who’s there?” They called out cautiously.

Remus bit his tugging lip hard. Fuck.

Well, there was no backtracking now. Besides, it’s not like he was scared. It was more likely he’d scare the crazy-pants over there. So slowly, he razed from his hiding spot with hands in the air and a huge grin on his face. “What are you doing dude? You look like a fucking crazy person.”

“I’m sorry, who are you?” came the person’s answer. Voice laced with nerves.

“Just a random dude in a forest.” Rem shrugged.

“That’s not a very satisfying answer.”

Roman bit back a laugh. Seriously, what the hell? “Don’t worry I won’t hurt you.” he snickered. Then this thought blinked into his head, and as you know, thought’s bring words. Stupid, embarrassing and unnecessary words. “Unless you want me to.” he winked seductively. Then realized the person probably couldn’t even see his face, let alone the wink he just threw at them. Ah well, at least it saved him some embarrassment, when his tongue betrayed him.

Swear to god, the person ‘Eep’-ed at this. He made this strangled sound that sounded like a nervous whine mixed with surprise cut in half and that just made Remus want to laugh even more. “That’s really unnecessary, thank you.” And they’re still being polite! How even…?

Rem couldn’t help it at this point. It was too much. He burst out cackling like to crazy idiot he is. Probably scaring the poor person to death. (But then again, the ‘poor person’ did come wondering into a forest in the middle of the night, muttering to themselves and jumping around like an idiot.)

“Am… You still haven’t answered my question.”

“Oh that’s right…“ Rem’s forhead creased in thought. “…what was the question again?”  

“Who are you.”

“I’m Remus.”

If Logan could allow himself to curse, he would. But he couldn’t so instead he just gave a long exasperate sigh. “And who might that be?”

The stranger stepped closer, allowing the fleeting moon-light to reach his features and gave a big bow. Hand gesture and all. “Me, obviously.” No matter how much he disliked to admit it, Remus was every bit as dramatic as his brother. If not more…

The king’s eyes lit up with recognition (not that Rem could see). Well, guess his duty’s done then - the thief’s name is Remus. Huh…Very interesting.

“Well, now that you know my name, it’d be nice to get yours, pretty.” Rem grinned, daring to get a few more steps in. Bringing him closer to the still standing-frozen person.

From here he could finally see more of them. Well, him. Because apparently the smooth deep voice he was conversing with was the royal-head himself.

And his royal head slanted to the left slightly, eyebrows drawing together. “Why should I give my name to unknown man in the forest?”

“Why should I give my name to some random bloke, then?”

“Because I asked you to?”

Remus wondered what this dude’s problem was. Logan wondered why even wanted to get out of the safety of his chamber in the first place.

“Alright then, weirdo, tell me one good reason why I should answer and you shouldn’t.” Rem crossed his arms over his chest. Yes, he was aware he was talking to the king. But that doesn’t mean he had to play nice.

Rem treats everybody the same way, because that’s how it should be. (Maybe that’s what landed his ass behind bars twice already…)

Logan jutted out his chin. He could use the ‘King-card’ - as his advisor calls it. Could easily force the thief to answer without any objections (that is if he abbeys rules; which he should.) But honestly, Logan felt like doing neither. It was late, and he was supposed to stop obsessing about this whole thing. Which he did. The thief’s name was Remus.

So, as gracefully as a king can, he shrugged. “I don’t have one.”

“Well, shit. Then you ain’t getting my name, darling.”

The royal couldn’t decide whether the thief was that simple-minded or just easily distracted. “You’ve already said your name.”

Our beloved idiot’s expression froze, grin falling. “Ah, fuck.” his shoulders did the same. (In a very overdramatic - and admittedly, impressively flexible - way)

Well, if he wasn’t screwed before, now he certainly was.

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Jesus Christ, I’ve never cursed more in my life and I hate it so much! I don’t curse in real life, not even while texting with friends (I use shit, hell and damn, but that’s about it) and this is killing me on a whole other level! But this is Remus, and I feel like a good Remus requires a hella lot of curses. 

So here we are. Me actually cursing more then my brain can accept it. But at least I get to project on Logan, right? I love autistic Logan, too damn much. He’s too precious. And the greenery thing? Believe me, my mum constantly makes fun of it XD But I don’t mind, I know I look ridiculous.

Anyways! I hope you liked this chap! ^^ I still have no idea where the hell I’m going with this, but I guess we’ll see where we end up. 

[equestrianwritingsstuff]

The Assasin and the Caretaker Part 3

Part 1, Part 2

Warnings: car crash, stitching wounds, gunshots, starvation, injury description, death treat(non verbal) and death mention, alcohol

Caretaker felt a lurch as Assasin suddenly made a sharp U-turn right in the dead center of the highway. Car horns blared and a small pileup formed in the other lane. Caretaker peeked out the window and saw that the SUV was amongst the pileup. They breathed a sigh of relief.

"You 'kay back there?" Assasin asked quickly.

"Fine!" Caretaker said back and turned their attention back to Villain. Gosh, they looked horrible with pale, nearly transparent, skin and sunken in eyes. Like a corpse, Caretaker realized. Maybe they were. Maybe they were in that stage between life and death. Caretaker's breath hitched in their throat. This was their fault. If they did not turn Villain in, they would've healed just fine. It would've taken a month at most to recover. But now? Now it would take several months, even years to fully recover. The physical recovery would be brutal and the mental recovery? Caretaker's brow creased. Who knows what Supervillain did to them. Their body wounds could only show so much...

Caretaker did not realize that their hand was softly holding Villain's lifeless one until they felt a weak pressure on it.

"V-villain?" Caretaker murmured and reached their free hand over to feel for a pulse. It was faint, but there and steady.

"Mm," Villain mumbled. Their face twitched and they squirmed weakly around.

"What's going on back there?" Assasin asked, their voice tense.

"Villain is waking up, I think," Caretaker replied and put a tentative hand out to steady Villain.

"No, no, no, no..." Villain murmured, barely above a whisper as they started struggling even stronger. Some of their barely healed wounds begun to bled.

"Hey, hey," Caretaker soothed. They reached over for their first aid kit and grabbed a cloth and gauze pad. Softly, they dabbed at the trickles of blood.

"Wha-wha you," Villain breathed hoarsely. Caretaker's gaze shot to Villain's sickly face. Their eyes were wide open and staring at Caretaker in fear.

Caretaker stopped what they were doing and met Villain's gaze. They hoped their eyes showed kindness, or mercy, anything. Anything that would make Villain believe that they were on their side. That it wasn't their fault. But it is my fault, Caretaker reminded themselves bluntly.

It must've been something in their demeanor or eyes because Villain jerked their head upwards so that their neck was arched. Their chest heaved as fear settled. Caretaker sighed.

"I'm not gonna hurt you," Caretaker whispered and rubbed Villain's shoulder which only caused them to erupt into a terrified frenzy.

The sudden fast movement seemed to exhaust Villain. They slumped back onto the floor of the car, silent and staring upwards. Caretaker gently lifted their head and readjusted it to relieve the tension.

"Why-" Villain stopped, opening and closing their mouth as if they had more to say but couldn't get it out. Their hand slowly went to their bruised throat. The second their fingers brushed against the injured skin, they gasped and white electricity shot out of their hands.

"Villain!" Caretaker screeched. They froze. What do they do? They had no magic whatsoever to stop the flood of power.

"Assasin!" Caretaker yelled next. "They are-"

"I know, I know!" Assasin yelled back. "Grab their wrists, make sure not to get in the way of the electricity, and press them into their body. Okay? I'ma pull over..."

Caretaker, without hesitation, carefully grabbed Villain's wrists (which brought more struggling). They slid their hands down to the elbows and pressed them into Villain's chest.

A few scary seconds ticked by. Caretaker felt a strange tingling feeling through their veins, but they ignored it. Soon, Villain's stressed struggles ceased and their body went lax. Caretaker slowly let go off their arms, noting the white and red pattern that their fingers left.

Villain sniffled. "I wanna... wanna..." their voice trailed off as their head lolled to the side. "I... Hero..."

"Hero is... okay," Caretaker assured them, internally punishing themselves for lying. But it was for their own good. If they found out that Hero was so concussed that they were acting like a child... Caretaker didn't want to have to deal with that.

"Supervillain," Villain whispered, their eyes watery. "Don't..."

Caretaker furrowed their forehead and places the back of their head on Villain's forhead. Warm, but not hot enough to be a fever.

The back door suddenly opened. Caretaker didn't even realize that they parked.

"Hand them to me," Assasin said, half-way leaning into the car. Caretaker picked up Villain's body and gave them to the waiting Assasin.

"Hmm thanks," Assasin said. Suddenly their hand shot to their belt and they revealed a gun.

Caretaker swore their heart stopped beating for a second or two. Their eyes took in the situation. Assasin had Villain and was keeping Caretaker away with a gun. A gun, Caretaker said to themselves. They slowly raised their hands.

"I can't trust anyone," Assasin explained. Their voice was taut with pride and releif. But there was something else, regret maybe? Caretaker wanted to sink into the ground. Gosh, they felt betrayed. How could Assasin do this? Without them, they wouldn't have Villain in their evil, manipulating grasp to begin with. They wanted to retort, say something nasty, but their voice only croaked.

"Then why?" Caretaker managed, their voice shaky. A single motion of Assasin's finger and they would be dead. That wasn't really a nice thought...

"I'm sorry," Assasin said, with something in their tone. Caretaker just hoped it was sincerity.

And they pressed the trigger.

Three months earlier:

Assasin watched the rebels in fear. There were seven of them sitting around a fire, drinking alcohol to their heart's content.

"You know the rules Assasin," Supervillain's voice boomed in their ears. "You get rid of who I tell, when I want it, and without any question."

"Yes," Assasin whispered out loud.

"Then why won't you do it?" Supervillain asked next.

"That's my business," Assasin had answered. Why did they ever think they could sass Supervillain? Why couldn't they be mature and hold their tongue? Why did things have to be this way?

Assasin slammed the ground a little to loudly, causing the rebels to look their direction. They froze. It was now or never.

Assasin stepped out of their hiding spot and faced the rebels, gun in hand.

"Who are you?" One of them asked, possibly the leader. He had a black patch over his right eye that completed his pirate look of a long gray beard and thick hair to top it with. His face was unnaturally tanned compared to his pale hands.

"Put your hands up!" Assasin ordered. It sounded ridiculous, given the circumstances. The rebels must've thought so too because they laughed.

"You aren't the only one with a gun, Assasin," the leader spat. In one fluid motion, Assasin was on the ground with a bleeding torso.

"Hmph," Pirate-guy loomed over Assasin's fallen figure. "Pity..."

"Leave," Assasin mustered all their strength and aimed it at Pirate-guy. They felt themselves making their way into the guys head, but it was quickly blocked by an experienced person's will.

Pirate-guy's face contorted into something like... realization? Assasin couldn't tell through the fog of pain.

"Healer!" Pirate-guy yelled suddenly. Healer? Assasin asked themselves. Healer, like a doctor? Don't hope yet Assasin, don't bring your hopes up yet...

Suddenly, a woman was looming over them now. This time, the rebel was pressing against their stomach. Assasin tensed, waiting for the pain, but only gentleness came.

Assasin watched as blue light streamed from the lady's hands and into the gunshot wound. They squirmed and bit back a scream as the ripped flesh melted itself back together.

"Gah, stop," Assasin gasped the same second that the lady stopped her magic.

Assasin looked down and saw that the bleeding out wound was now a white scar. They looked up in confusion at the lady and Pirate-guy.

"You are one of us," the lady said, slightly breathless.

"I'm not a rebel," Assasin pointed out, immediately regretting it. They flinched, awaiting the next damage inflicting blow. They thought of the last time they sassed someone. It cost them a week being drugged with a power suppressor and locked in a frigid cell.

"Not yet," Pirate-guy mused and helped Assasin to their feet.

The day before the rescue:

The lady, Healer, stood in front of Assasin with Pirate-guy by her side.

"Bring this Villain to me," Healer ordered. Assasin nodded and turned around ready to break both Villain and Hero out of Supervillain's torture center.

"Oh yeah, and Assasin?" Pirate-guy spoke up.

"Yes?"

"Just Villain. No one else."

That's fine, Assasin thought. That's why I have Caretaker.

"Because," Healer said, repeating her infamous quote, "Don't trust anyone."

Don't trust anyone non-magical.

[i-went-to-a-cuddle-party-once]

i've been thinking a lot about a malcolm/vijay soulmate au if that's something you're into!!!

I have a soft spot for this trope but hadn't even considered writing one for whatever reason! Thank you!

This takes place in an AU where the first word(s) your soulmate says to you appear above your heart during puberty.

Now that I've written this i want to flesh it out and turn it into a full thing! I hope you like it 💓

...

Malcolm didn't believe in the concept of a soulmate. Didn't believe wasn't exactly the right words for it. He didn't accept the concept. He'd been to enough crime scenes and seen enough bodies to know that being soulmates didn't mean much of anything at all.

His mother and father had been soulmates and, well, everyone knew how well that turned out. It was a sore point his father liked to rub in as much as possible.

This didn't mean he wasn't romantic. He was when given the chance. He just wasn't given the chance often.

Ainsley blamed his feelings on the fact that his soulmates words were boring. While some people had introductions or full on phrases he had a single word. While other boys his age complained about how much space their words took up he was filled with disappointment of the brevity of his.

At this point in his life he didnt put much thought into it. His hopes for finding love, let alone his soulmate, were low. Who would want to be with him, the son on The Surgeon, someone who drug down everyone he grew close to? No, it was better this way.

He sighed, shaking the lingering thoughts from his head when a buzz came at his door.

"Come in!" He called.

Ainsley walked in, a drink holder with two starbucks cups in her hand and a guest trailing behind her.

"Look who I ran into at Starbucks," she smiled. Vijay smiled awkwardly at him, waving a little, his own cup in his hand.

"She told you to meet you there, didn't she?"

"She's very convincing," the taller man replied.

His heart skipped a beat, it always did when Vijay looked at him like that. A smile on his lips, eyes soft and filled with genuine happiness to see him. He felt a slight blush rise on his cheeks and turned to Ainsley.

"So, you said you had something important to tell me?"

She smilled again, another shit eating grin that made him roll his eyes.

"News later, drinks first. Could you pass this to Malcolm?"

Vijay took the drink and before either of them had a chance to process what was happening it slipped from his hands, spilling on his shirt.

"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry! Here let me," he scrambled, looking for a napkin and started to dab the ruined shirt off.

"You should take that off before it stains." Ainsley unsympatheticly mused from her spot on a nearby stool. He shot her a look before starting on the buttons to remove his shirt.

He didn't realize the silence that had overtaken the room until he looked up. Vijay's jaw was slack, staring at him, the napkin in his hand forgotten.

"I-Your." He pointed to his own chest and back to Malcolm's. Malcolm looked down. Even though they'd been friends as teenagers soulmarks hadn't exactly been a topic of conversation.

Vijay had never seen his even though he'd seen Vijay's plenty of times. He'd watched Vijay play sports with other boys, taking his shirt off when he got sweaty, he'd seen him fresh from the shower and half dressed. Malcolm had always been more private and self conscious in his youth, even wearing a shirt at the pool the times they had gone swimming together.

He saw something sad and hurt shift in his friends face.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Vijay asked.

He felt a step behind. Like there was something he was missing.

"We don't match," he answered.

"What do you mean we don't match?" Vijay began to take his own tie off and unbutton his shirt. "The first time we met you asked me Can I sit here and I said Yeah! I thought that maybe you were the one but you never said anything about it. You knew for years and you never said anything?" The pain in his friends voice was terrible. He pointed to his own words in looping letters near his heart. He never wanted to hurt Vijay, he never wanted to lose him from his life again.

He wracked his brain trying to remember the first time they had met when he had a horrible revelation.

"I was wearing earbuds."

"What?" Vijay looked at him confused.

"The first time we met, I had my iPod, I had my earbuds in. I didn't hear you! I just saw you nod after I asked! The first time I saw your words I thought that maybe you were the one but I remembered the first thing you said to me was asking me to pass the ketchup!"

"That was a full day later!"

There was a moment of silence between them before Vijay reached out to him and pulled him close.

"I've been wanting to do this since we were fifteen," he pressed his lips hesitantly against Malcolm's.

His brain went blank. This was it. This was real. With every beat of his heart and fiber of his being he knew that they belonged together. It may have taken them an unfortunately long time to get to this point but they had the rest of their lives to make up for it.

The kiss broke and he found himself clinging onto his friend- his love. Their eyes were closed, forheads rested against each other, just enjoying existing in each others space.

"It's about fucking time." Ainsley sipped her drink.

"Wait you knew?" He had almost forgotten she was still there. "This why you keep on trying to get me to take my shirt off when Vijay is around. You could have just told us. "

She shrugged, "my way is more fun."

He wanted to be mad but he turned to look to Vijay to see the look he loved, that he had always loved, focused on him and decided being mad could wait.

[is-that-another-soulmate-au]

Zukka Soulmate AU part 9

@mypureessence

@chaoticidiott

@ari-shipping-stuff

@knightedbot

@idkhowbutimgayer

@swampy-beans

@angrylittleintrovert

Kurt was only out for about 15 minutes but that was long enough for Tarren and Fin to get him to the back on one of the spare cots. The gaang besides Iroh and Jee stayed to see how things went down, all gathered in the room reading maps and planning their trip while Lily paced back and forth muttering to herself before she threw her hands in the air

"Why wouldnt he tell us!?" She shouted

"I dont know Lily" Tarren said while he dabbed a cold towel on Kurt's forhead

"I mean, he could see the scars the three of us share! Why... why wouldnt he say anything!?"

"I'm sure he had a good reason Lily, I mean, how did you guys even know you had a third soulmate?" Katara asked with a small tilt to her head.

The duo both placed their hands to their chests instinctively. "Well, we didn't always know, but one day we both collapsed in the middle of a shift,"

[Flashback when? Flashback now!]

"Of course Miss Jin, Grey with honey and two sugars at 3 pm sharp just like every other Friday" Lily smiled while handing the girl her cup of tea she made for her at the exact same time every single friday evening. Jin was a favorite.

"How are you and Tarren?" Jin asked with a smile which made Lily blush

"Hah. We're doing alr-" suddenly Lily lost her breath from a blunt pain in her chest. "Tarren" she wheeled out just before letting out a yelp and clutching her chest "Tarren!"

"Lily!" Tarren's voice called out from the other sid of the Library followed by the sound of scrolls falling to the ground

The two scrambled to eachother with Jin following Lily and Fin rushing out from the back with paperwork to see what was happening. The pair crashed into eachother and held onto the others arms "what happened?" Lily cried out "whats going on. It burns, oh Gods it burns Tarren"

"I- I dont know" Tarren when to unclip his uniform, shucking off the top shirt before ripping the underdress to reveal painful bubbling skin in the shape of a hand and spreading across his chest and up to his neck down past where he managed to rip down to.

"There's a third" Jin said with a gasp

"Whoever they are theyre in trouble" Fin said bluntly while turning to Jin "Jin do you mind running to get the medic? I have to stay with them and they can't move" he gestured to their shivering crying forms.

"Are they dying?" Lily managed to wheeze out between sobs of pain

"No, this isnt direct, its just an- oh right" he nearly forgot that Lily watched her parents killed in a similar way "Lily, trust me, the third in the trio is not dying, they're being hurt, but they aren't dying"

Lily nodded, the pain lasted for a good 20 minutes before slowly dying down and feeling like it was being treated on all ends.

[Flashback over]

Katara gave a small frown "I wonder what happened to him"

"Ill tell you if you help me sit up" Kurt said with a small cough. Sokka who had been sitting near him but was lost in a map with Zuko looked up

"Oh, the munchkin awakens!"

"The... what?" Kurt laughed out

"Ignore him, he's stupid sometimes" Katara said as she helped Kurt sit up and put a pillow behind his back. "How did you get burned if you dont mind me asking?

Kurt gave a sigh and looked to Sokka and Zuko "well, honestly its probably a similar story to mr princey over there"

Zuko tensed "how do you know who I am... and you don't know how I got this"

"I do" Aang said with his hand raised "well, kinda, I think it was your da- mphf!" Zuko shut Aang up with his hands on his mouth

"Shut up, now is not about me or how I got my scar, its about short stack over there"

"Shortstack!? Okay, now that was just rude. But I got this burn from my dad, he wasn't great and had no position to even justify his abuse against me and my mom." He brought his hand to his necklace with a small frown

"He caught me hanging out by a small pond with an earth boy named Haru and was convinced I was a traitor for doing so. He lectured be when he got me home by slamming me against the door and burning me"

he looked up to Tarren and Lily "I didn't tell you, and I always hid my scar because I'm scared hes going to find me again, after he left for the war my mom fell ill and died, so I ran away to my Pappy and he's sick right now so I don't know how long I have with his protection." He gave a sigh "I dont want him to find me and know that you two are my soulmates because he'll hurt you to get to me. And I cant let you get hurt..."

Lily put her hand on her chest with a frown "I'm sorry Kurt, I had no idea. But now that we know I hope you understand we won't let anyone hurt you or us."

"And that includes me" Fin said from the doorway "you've got two master earthbenders and a vigilante assassin on your side now"

"Woah, woah, vigilante assassin?" Toph piped up "Lily is an assassin!? That's so cool!" She marched right up to her and jabbed her finger in her direction "I dont know you too much but I do know that I like you!"

Lily flushed a bright red and rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly "hah, thanks? Wait are you a beifong?"

"Sure am!"

"I didnt know the beifongs had a daughter, let alone a daughter teaching the avatar earthbending" Lily said with a smile

"Yeah, well they didn't think I was strong enough because I cant read" Toph gave a shrug

"I could teach you sometime" Lily offered

"Im blind missy" Toph said with a cackle

"I know" Lily giggled "We have Braille books, I can teach you to read braille if you want to"

"Braille?"

"Instead of ink on the pages there are raised dots in patterns to make the letters, numbers and words, Fin and his wife managed to invent it ten years ago because Fin's best friend is blind and he wanted to send him letters, but it isn't too popular yet sadly"

Toph stood there for a moment before saying anything "wait... are you telling me there's a way I can read?"

"Yeah! Its more commonly on paper but Tarren and Fin use earthbending to write it out much faster on stone tablets, its much less wasteful. But for nonbenders like myself thats not really an option, so I write with the paper and the pressing tools."

Sokka piped into the conversation with a quick jump to his feet "can you teach me too? I want to know how to write in a way that she can read" he had a determined look on his face and sound in his voice that caught everyone off guard

"I... didnt realize you cared?" Katara said with a confused look

"Of course I care Katara! I probably care too much sometimes, I care about every single one of you," he looked around "did... did you really think I didnt care?"

Aang looked at Katara and then at Sokka "she probably only thought that because you show care differently than her, I know you care, I mean you've managed to keep us all together and solve our problems, youre a uh... solve it kinda care... if thats a type"

Everyone looked at Aang befote Lily gave a small laugh "you sound like Fin, he's really caring for sure but you have to understand him to notice his love language." Lily paused "but teaching you both will take a while, even just teaching Toph here, who I assume has never been taught anything about letters and words on pages. I'm guessing you lot are traveling to stop the war?"

"You bet!" Aang said with a cheeky grin

"Well you could easily travel with them and teach them all, you and Tarren both" Kurt suggested

"Im not going anywhere without you" Lily said whil jabbing a finger towards him and leaning down close to him "I promised to protect you, and I will"

"Then how about you all come with us! We can all learn braille! I mean I'm already teaching Aang waterbending, Toph is teaching Aang earthbending. And hopefully Zuko and Iroh will teach him firebending so a new writing language should be good for all of us!" Katara said with excitement clear in her voice

It only took a bit of convincing to have Kurt join but it took a good 20 minutes worth of convincing Fin to let Tarren and Lily travel around while Fin ran the library with the help of Jin who stepped up to take over the pairs roles in the library.

But before leaving Lily showed Sokka the braille pressing tools so he could get a quick idea of the way they worked before packing up a good amount of paper and tools so she could teach them. On the road. Tarren would help Toph with hers for stone given they're both earthbenders.

Once they started packing up their own belongings Toph walked into Lily's room with a small knock "hey, you almost ready petty steps?"

"Pretty steps? Uh, yeah I just have to find a good place to put this" she moved her hand a bit with a wooden mask facing up

"What is that?"

"Its my assassin mask, its got a white base, think warm wind. Two black marks, think of cold night ponds stretching from the side tips of her nose, above the brow bone and getting much thicker before going up and becoming two horns. The eye holes and the lips are both dark red, think of the warmth of a summer evening sunset."

Toph stood in the doorway "I didnt need the description but that kind of makes colors interesting"

"Really?"

"No"

The two laughed at the bluntness but then Lily shrugged "I guess your right, I didnt need to describe it, but I wanted to anyways" she held the mask for a second before packing it away "it's from my sisters favorite spirit fable. 'Lady of the sunset pond' she had my mama read it to us every night" Lily reached to her necklace and held the roght ash stone.

"Sounds like they hold a special place to you"

"Yeah, they do"

"What happened to them?" Toph asked while leaning against the wall

"We don't have the time to unwrap another story today" Lily gave a small laugh while she set her bag down "besides I need to change before we go, can't leave in a work uniform you know, not really meant for traveling" she moved towards Toph and gave a small bow "thank you for accepting to learn braille from me"

Toph smiled shortly but then punched Lily's arm earning a confused 'ow' to which she responded "thats how I show affection"

"Ah, thats an interesting way to show it" Lily laughed "now I best be getting changed, mind stepping out? I know you see with earthbending, I've seen Tarren train without sight before so I can recognize it"

Toph laughed and stepped out "whatever Pretty steps"

Once everyone was changed and packed they all let on loading up Appa and preparing to fly to the next place. The ragtag group of 4 traumatized kids was suddenly a ragtag group of 8 traumatized kids and 2 wise old men traveling on a flying bison with a small mischievous lemur. What a busy two days huh?

[drkla-archive]

since i’ve done the meme in the past these are going to be about longstanding muses rather than shortlived

Currently Playing:

 Vlad III  || FATE/ GRAND ORDER  | The Berserker version. While bro has troubles with Berserker I have troubles with his Fate/ Apocrypha incarnation. He is a little more susceptible to his own emotions and drive, which is enjoyable to showcase--playing with those inconsistencies . I love his struggle and  lapse and how they treat the fictional affiliation like an affliction.  Characters who fight identities, consequence and who they are, while maintaining what they have-- like memories and pride are engrossing. I love the differences/contrasts between the Vlads as a whole, but FGOVlad’s themes are among my favs to write. I like characters who are reflections of another.  plus vampire shit is cool.........

Kairi Shishigou  || FATE/ APOCRYPHA | @nebromancer​ for indie and @necryptoss​ over at Citta!  Kairi is really refreshing as a character and I hope that the anime picks up appreciation for him. He’s a necromancer that uses his techniques for modern warfare rather than just raising the dead and his lax and preparedness stems from burying his issues deep inside himself that they might as well not exist. You don’t see it on the surface but when you read further in the story, its just.. he’s wonderfully rich and  sad to explore. He’s a good dude...

Francis Drake || FATE/ EXTRA  |  @itsapirateswaifforme​ Technically hiatus right now until I’m finally happy with a new blog layout (sob) but I love her and hope that  self-consciousness about picking her up away ebbs away soon. It was bro who  first introduced me to fate/ with fate/ ZERO but Fate/EXTRA  was something I got to play and ‘hold’ and progress through. She really solidified my descent into fate/ hell at her first appearance.  She’s a wonderful ‘villain’ in that she exists to challenge and inspire those who ‘oppose’ her while having a big sister attitude. Her attitude is fun and set the bar for the rest of Extra. 

Have Played:

Ventus ||  KINGDOM HEARTS; BIRTH BY SLEEP |  One of my longest standing and longest lasting muses.  I roleplayed him for many years. I roleplayed Sora for a while too and while they are both similar, Ven’s  arc is great and fills in a lot to how Roxas looks! Whispers, doppelganger characters are so fun you have no idea.  He’s forced to face his own darkness and suffers for it while seeing his ‘family’ torn apart. I stopped roleplaying him when the group’s mods decided to abandon the group and members did too.

Noctis & Gladious ||  FINAL FANTASY VERSUS XIII /XV |   I roleplayed them before the name got changed  tbh.  Noctis was my main dude and i  subbed Gladio since we didnt have one. With the little info available,  we nailed the characters pretty well and had all sorta adventures.Playing the game  (after all those years)  gave me good memories.

Marluxia, Larxene, Zexion || KINGDOM HEARTS: CHAIN OF MEMORIES|   PINK HAIRED VILLAIN? BABE?  They were for forum rps and damned fun to do. I usually played Larxene just so i could go and  stir things up because “everyone’s too nice”.  Marluxia’s the big boss and a traitorous bastard. It grew hard hard to do anything with them longer than plot stuff because well.. if everyone’s forever nice IT GETS OLD REAL FAST AND YOU’RE JUST NOT TAKEN SERIOUSLY. Zexion was a fall back. Quiet and pensive, with high senses. He was like really chill to rp with, but alas there’s no point if he doesnt have others to nitpick.

Various OCs | Not on tumblr| Tried once but i just couldnt stick with it.  Did them more on dA which was fast and nice. I’d love to rp a few with others but it’s easier for me to headcanon/drabble/ talk about plots than rp them. Im picky..

Would Like to Play:

more inklings than desires tbh. I like to stick to muses so i gotta think hard 

Repliku (Riku Replica) || KINGDOM HEARTS: Chain of Memories. |  Everyone hated him because he’s frustrating to fight but his arc is really sad and stuck with me. He suffers throughout the entire game with the idea that he’s better than the original and is easily broken and frustrated by everything. All of his memories are fake and he earnest tries to believe in them and protect Namine. It was messed up to play as a kid and  his interactions with the Real Riku and how they pretty much’reset’ him hurt my heart. KH had a lot of doppelgangers that hurt me.  :,,^)

Alucard || CASTLEVANIA: Symphony of the Night | That the’s dude’s real name is fucking... . Adrian Fahrenheit Ţepeş  omg i love it.  I knew about him as the eons passed but its not been like.. until the past year that I’’ve gotten into the Castlevania games and  I liked Alucard’s morals and  the base they gave him despite not much going on in plot until later games. Oh man tho, never forget his role is pretty much fighting through an entire castle to tell dad that  “HEY ASSHOLE MOM LOVED YOU AND DIDNT WANT TO YOU hATE HUMANITY”  just touches my heart.  

Edison || FATE/GRAND ORDER |   WHAT A HAM. AND BACKED BY THE POWER OF THE PRESIDENT? A POSSIBLE MEME LORD AND MAKES THE BEST SAD POUTY FACE. AS AN AMERICAN HOW COULD I NOT THINK ABOUT IT? I’D BE DOING MY COUNTRY AN INJUSTICE. He’d be redonkulous and fun to rp tho...

Ravus Nox Fleuret || FINAL FANTASY XV| .... Sadly... bumcheese has more personality and story development shown than this poor prince. If I did rp him it’d be heavily headcanon based and idk if i am strong enough to do that. Poor Ravus, I hardly knew you.... 

 D || Vampire Hunter D|   A dhampir!! Bounty hunter!! western loner on his way!!  self conflicting issues!! A weird hand that talks!! Honestly I have no idea how it’d go, But after the Bloodlust movie i was so amazed I welcome myself to hell and in learning about him and all the other characters in the series. I feel he’d be tricky to rp being distant but part of that is that I’ve never really rp’d distant characters before?? He wouldnt be friends with anyone omfg. Looking up other info about him was super fun to read tho outside of the movie. Always more to it than meets the eyes.  It’d also be fucking weird to not have to draw my own ass icons but that’s a story for another day... i really need to stop enjoying vampire characters aHAHAHAH.

 Tagged by:  @levinspark @nordiixa || thanks babes!!

Tagging:  have you done this  yet? no? do it  dont forget to suffer,

[squirrelacorngliterfarts]

You’re Different, Like Me. part 23

(side note, this is long as shit, that's why the last chapters have been sorta short! i hope you enjoy. sorry it’s so long)

y/n) stood there, not knowing how to respond to him.

he sounded......agitated, like he didn’t want her there in the first place.

but he also sounded.....sad.

(y/n) nodded at his words, too nervous to respond to his greeting.

seeing her like this, like when he first captured her, awoke a pained feeling in ivar.

he felt......awful and angry, at himself.

of course, he was never angry at her to begin with.

he was angry at the fact that he almost lost her, almost lost the thing that had been making him so happy these past months.

he was angry at how proud he was that she fought with him, on his side.

he watched as she fiddled with the bottoms of her skirts, her hands shaking.

“i need you to do something for me” ivar spoke, making her stiffen even more.

“wh-what do you need me to do?”.

ivar didn’t miss that light stammer of fear in her voice.

ivar sighed and looked down at his wound, brushing his fingers over it with a slight hiss of pain.

“i was wounded in battle today. i need a healer”.

ivar felt his own body relax when he saw the relieved look on her face.

she nodded and stepped forwards.

“what do i need to do?”.

ivar smiled at the newfound confidence in her voice.

“i have everything you need to clean it right here on the bed” ivar said, making her walk closer until she was face to face with him.

surprisingly, ivar didn’t have to tell her to go ahead and start working. she got down on her knees in between his legs and felt for a cloth.

ivar gave it to her, the both of them flinching as their fingers brushed against one another.

he stared at her face as it turned a shade darker whilst her fingers worked to dampen the cloth in the steaming water.

she wrung out the water just before pausing.

“where......where are you hurt?” she asks, voice as soft a silk, her hands pausing in the air.

ivar grabbed her hand in his, so gently, and guided her hand to his bare, wounded chest.

ivar hiss when she pressed a little too hard.

“sorry” she mumbles, her hands shaking as they dab around his inflamed skin.

ivar watches her as she works and felt his lips pull into a small smile.

he notices the littlest of things about her, the way her brows cinch together in concentration, the way her jaw clenches tight when she’s sad, the way her eyes crinkle at the corners when she’s happy.

he’d never noticed so many useless things about someone before. but to ivar, it wasn’t useless. he’d carry the way she looked when she was happy with him for as long as he could remember.

“how did this happen?” she asks, dipping the cloth back into the water. ivar watched as the blood swirled in the bowl, mixing with the water.

“i do not know. it was a bit before you showed up” ivar said, his voice sourer then he had intended it to be.

this made her still, her face holding deep hurt.

ivar made it sound like he hated that she was here with him now.

ivar grabbed her hand before it touched his chest again.

her shining eyes looked into his, as if she could truly see him, see the hurt upon his face as well.

but she couldn’t, she couldn’t see how sorry he truly was.

“why did you leave the tunnels?”.

there it was, finally he was asking.

(y/n) turned her head to the right, her fingers feeling numb in his hand, which was painfully warm compared to her cold skin.

“i......i left the tunnels because none of the guards told me of your whereabouts. i did not know if you were alive or......not”.

ivar nodded at her words, taking them in slowly. ivar silently wondered why she cared about his well being. he’d taken so much from her, how could she ever care for someone like him?.

“i did not mean to anger you. and if you wish to bestow punishment, so be it. i deserve it” she says, lowering her head, her hair forming a curtain between he and her.

ivar then gripped her chin in his fist and made her look at him.

“do not ever utter those words again, (Y/n). you do not ever deserve to be punished” ivar growled, making her sitffen from his touch.

ivar sighed, calming himself, then pressing his forhead against hers.

“what you do deserve is an apology. i am not angry at you”.

she perked at this, her jaw slacked open with surprise.

“truly?”.

“how could i be angry? you saved my life and killed for me. i was angry that you could have......”.

she smiled. she smiled as his words trailed off. his grip tightening on her hand and she leaned in to whisper to him.

“but i am fine. do not be angry at what you can not change. i am fine”.

ivar closes his eyes as she still keeps her distance, but goes back to cleaning his injury.

she was putting a paste on it, making the burn ease.

ivar was so close to her, he could feel her breath upon his lips...

his jaw twitched nervously as he had an undeniable urge to kiss her.

he had only kissed two women in his life. both times he’d been too nervous to.

but with this? he wanted to. he was nervous yes, but no fear like the other two.

if he just leaned forward a bit more......

“it is clean” she whispers, seemingly feeling the shift in the room as ivar did.

ivar heaved in a huge breath when he felt her hand fall from his chest to his side, touching the skin of his waist.

he then moved his hand up and tangled it in her hair.

ivar leaned in...

but stopped.

no, he couldn’t. ivar could not kiss her. she was too pure, too innocent to be ruined by someone like him.

he settled for kissing her cheek, and backing away.

(y/n) sat there for a moment, not moving and breathing heavily.

“when will i be healed?” ivar asked thickly, swallowing nervously, his heart still thudding against his ribcage, harder than a single blow from thor’s hammer.

she finally moved, tucking a stray of hair behind her ear and standing to clean the supplies from his bed.

“maybe a month from now, maybe sooner if you care for it greatly”.

ivar nodded and laid back on his bed, running his hands over his face. he hadn’t even kissed her, yet it felt as if he had.

(y/n) stood by his bed to collect the last item.

“Goodnight, ivar” she speaks gently.

but ivar opens his eyes and jerks to an upward sitting position, his hand shooting out to grab her wrist as she goes to walk away.

“where are you going?” he questions, his voice holding panic. he silently cursed himself for sounding like such a child.

“to my room-”.

“stay with me tonight”.

the words pilled from ivars lips before he could stop them.

he watched as surprise overtook her features, her eyes wide.

“what?”.

“stay here, just for tonight” ivar pleaded, squeezing his eyes shut at his own neediness.

he was fearful she’d reject-.

“okay”.

ivar looked up at her, seeing her cheeks pink and eyes hooded into a bashful look.

ivar did not want to show his happiness for it. he turned over in his bed, letting go of her hand to fix his sheets for her to lay with him.

he fixed up the pillow that she was to lay on and moved to her again, grabbing her hand and guiding her to him.

she gently got on to the bed, moving over his body to her side of the bed.

ivar laid down and watched her get comfortable beside him.when she settled, ivar could not resist leaning over and wrapping an arm around her waist, tugging her closer.

he tested her comfortability and laid his head on her chest, hugging her tight, as if she’d disappear.

he waited for her to push him off, to sit up and say that this wasn’t a good idea.

but...she never did.

she surprised him as her hands moved up to hold his head against her, running her fingertips through his hair, all over his scalp.

ivars eyes flutter shut the longer she does this.

(y/n) blushes the more he nudges into her, her cheeks hurting from the shy smile upon her lips.

she moves her knees up and closes her lids, ivars warmth providing her with a deep comfortable sleep.

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Like Father, Like Son | V / Taehyung

Description: It’s time to get ready for bed. Your husband Taehyung is finally home and volunteers to get your son washed up. You see that there’s no doubt that Taehyung is the father of your child.

Fluff Word count: 1k

[Masterlist]

Being married to a Kpop Idol is almost like a job itself. Becoming Mrs. Kim Taehyung was something that I never imagined. The proposal was the most shocking surprise, followed by the pregnancy of our baby boy, Ji Yeon, who’s now 3 years old.

Taehyung has been working hard the past few months with finishing up a world tour. Ji Yeon misses him a lot in that time apart but he’s a smart kid and understands what his dad does for a living so he endures it. He’s not only smart but he’s just as sweet as his dad. Taehyung makes sure that I don’t work in order to stay at home with our son and not wanting him to miss both of his parents.

Since BTS has finished their tour recently, Taehyung has been back home with us for who knows how much longer until their next comeback happens. Ji Yeon and I have been enjoying his time with us.

“Ji Yeon,” I call to him as he watches TV, “it’s time for bed.”

He turns to me with a pouty face, “Eomma, just five more minutes?”

“I gave you ten minutes already.”

Taehyung stretched his arms before getting up from the couch, “Come on, Ji Yeon, you heard eomma. Let’s go wash up for bed.”

Ji Yeon switched off the TV and walked with Taehyung to the bathroom followed by Miso, the family dog. I finished putting away all of Ji Yeon’s toys before heading to the bathroom to see what the boys were up to. Taehyung is very adamant about washing up before bed that he is determined to get that routine imbedded into our son’s mind.

“Appa, why do we have to do this EVERY night?”

“Because, even though, we are handsome men we have to make sure that our skin is always just as beautiful as we are.”

Ji Yeon sighed but ultimately followed his dad in rinsing his face in the sink. I never get tired of seeing them with their cute polka dot headbands on and washing their face in sync.

“Now what’s the next thing we do after cleansing our face?”

“Toner,” He says waving the toner bottle and grabbing a pad, “we put it on here then on our face.”

“Right, toner is always important before anything else.”

They dab the toner on the square cotton pad wipe the toner all over their face.

“Now don’t forget to put the remaining cream on our hands. Our hands are the dirtiest part of our bodies. Since we wash them so much they will get dry so we need to keep them moist. We rub the cream all over and don’t forget your thumbs. Then you see this part of the fingernails.” He points to the cuticle of the nails, “You need to make sure to get that part too.”

Taehyung and Ji Yeon finished their routine after the lotion and cream. Taehyung looked tired so I volunteered to finish tucking Ji Yeon into bed.

“Okay Ji Yeon, appa has checked the closet and under the bed for monsters and scared them all away so you can sleep comfortably. He’s also made strict instructions for Miso to stay watch.”

“Good,” Ji Yeon was scared of monsters lurking around his room just like any other kid and even though I’d search for the monsters he would still feel more at ease when Taehyung would do it. Another thing he misses when he’s not home.

“Good night, my baby boy.” I kiss him on the forhead before getting up from his bedside.

“Eomma,” I stop to see him reaching his arms out towards his toys, “I need Bearbear.”

“Bearbear,” He’s the stuffed animal Namjoon had given to him when he was a new born saying that if he was anything like his dad when he slept then he would need it.

I hand him the bear and he immediately hugs it with his familiar squared smile,

“Why do you need Bearbear so badly?”

“I have to sleep with Bearbear or else I can’t sleep comfortably and since appa got rid of all the monsters then I can sleep one hundred percent better. Without Bearbear I’ll feel empty.”

“Okay then, Bearbear better make sure you go to sleep. Goodnight.”

After tucking in Ji Yeon and get myself ready for bed, I enter the bedroom to find that Taehyung has already fallen asleep. He’s been spending a lot of his energy on Ji Yeon that he gets tired quick at the end of the day.

Finally, I manage to slide into bed to at last relax my muscles. I adjust myself under the sheets which cause Taehyung to stir. I don’t think anything of it until I feel his fingertips touch my spine then slide down to my waist where he pulls me into his body. I try to put some distance for my back to breathe from the body heat but Taehyung just tightens his hold.

“Tae,” I glide my nails over his arms. He groans in response, “Do you have to hold me so tight?”

“Mhm,” is all he says before hooking his leg over mine.

“You were holding the pillow just now.” I’ve grown used to Taehyung’s sleeping habit since we started sharing a bed together. Thankfully it’s the only habit he has but some nights I need to have my room to stretch.

“You feel better than the pillow though and I have to be holding onto something in order to sleep well. I have to be holding on to someone or else I’ll feel empty.”

“Considering you’ve been gone for so long then cuddle away.”

I roll over to the other side to face his sleepy face. I can’t help but smile at him and kiss the corner of his mouth.

“What?” He says looking at me through one peaking eye.

“Oh nothing, it just seems that Ji Yeon is inherited more than your skin care routine.”

“I know. He’s getting my good looks.” 

A/N: I was inspired by the recent Bon Voyage Episode between Rap Monster and V sharing a bed. 

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Our little Time Lady; 11th doctor x mama!River song x baby reader

This really counts more as a drabble more than a oneshot. This also supports the 11th Doctor x River song pairing (one of my fav OTP’s btw) I hope you all like it and sorry in advance for the shortness of this :)

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Traveling through the galaxy of time and Space was the famous blue Police box known as the TARDIS.  Inside the TARDIS was the famous Mad man known as The Doctor.  As he paced around flipping switches and turning buttons on the controls he muttered,

"Alright old girl, what shall we do today?" It was then the TARDIS began to hum and she soon began flying on her own making the Doctor jerk backward at the sudden take off the TARDIS.  "Whoa girl, what is it?" The TARDIS jerked and sparked as it continued to fly through time and space until it made it's famous wheezing sound as it finally landed.  

The Doctor panted softly as he took notice that the TARDIS had landed.

"Where have you taken me this time Sexy?" He stepped outside and took notice that he was on a planet not invested with Monsters nor aliens.  There wasn't a disaster in the making nor any people around running in fear with guns or sword.  Instead he just saw this huge mansion straight ahead just a few feet away from where the TARDIS now stood.  "Well what's this....."  He walked out of the TARDIS only to soon see a familiar figure running towards him.  A female figure wearing a long black dress but appeared human.

"Doctor!" She cried out.  As she became clear in the Doctor's vision he exclaimed.

"Oh Jenny Flint! Long time no see how have you been?"

"Very well sir, but you must come! Quickly!"

"Whoa whoa whoa Jenny take it easy! And here I was thinking I wouldn't have to fight any alien threat or natural disaster. I needed a break especially after that one which I will NOT go into detail about, to painful and oddly enough very gross yet extremely attractive".

"Doctor, you must come there isn't much time! It's about River!"

That got the Doctor's attention.

"Why what's happening to her? Is she safe? Is she alright?"

"It's time!" Jenny took the Doctor's hand and the two of them raced together towards the mansion.

Jenny lead the Doctor up the staircase into one of the rooms and there he saw River lying on a bed panting and sweating heavily with Strax gently dabbing a wet cloth over her forhead and Vastra kneeling by the foot of the bed.

"Hello sweetie, thought you'd never come".  River teased.  The Doctor raced beside River and asked her.

"You okay?"

"Of course I am, you're just lucky it's yours otherwise I'd kill you for putting me through this much pain".

"Okay River, you're dilated enough, now on the next contraction I need you to push as hard as you can" stated Vastra as Jenny came with with more blankets and a warm water bowl.  "Okay, one. Two. Three. Push!" River exclaimed as she began to push as hard as she could.

"How long has she been like this?" He asked Strax.

"About 12 hours now, but we took care of most of it Doctor, you forget I was once a nurse myself, I helped Professor Song out through most of the contractions. Oh all the babies I helped delivered at my time there, one mother even gave birth to an Eight legged horse, then there was one time with a three headed baby with no arms and tentacle legs".  The Doctor and River looked at Strax strangely as River then snarled.

"I swear to you if she ends up having eight legs or three heads I'll kill you right until your last regeneration!"

"It'll be alright River, I'm here now".  The Doctor kissed her sweaty brow as Vastra continued to urge River to push.  After a bit, Vastra exclaimed.

"Okay I can see the head, keep pushing River!" The Doctor coached River in her breathing as she kept pushing every now and then.Until finally it happened

."It's a girl". Jenny said.

After 14 hours in labor, the Doctor and River Song were blessed with a beautiful baby girl.

Vastra and Jenny cleaned the baby up and wrapped her up in a warm blanket before handing her over to River who gladly took her and held her close.

"Oh I can definitely tell this one will grow up to be a strong warrior boy. She'll slay dozens of her enemies in her path and songs and Legends will be told about this young warrior" stated Strax proudly.

"Alright Strax, come Jenny, let us leave the two new parents alone with their child" stated Vastra.  Soon the three of them left the two Time Lords alone with their new baby.

"How did we ever make something so perfect?"

"I don't know sweetie, but I've already come to love her too much, Strax is right about one thing, she'll definitely be told in songs and Legends as she grows up".

"I promise, I will make the galaxy a better place for her," the Doctor took his daughter's tiny little baby hand in his and felt his heart flutter at the fact that this was his real born daughter that he had created with one of his most dearest companions.  "I will be a better man for her sake".

"And for me my love?" River asked as she turned towards the Doctor.  He smiled and said.

"I am already a good man because of you".  He kissed her forehead softly and the two of them smiled down at their little girl.  

"What shall we name her?"

"(Y/n). (Y/F/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N)".

"(Y/n) I like it, it's perfect for her. Our little Time Lady, our little Star".

[xmybeautyblogx]

I’ve never had perfect skin,

Well, here we go.. My first post as a beauty bloggggger! JK, I’m not a real beauty blogger.. This is just for fun and to document the things I have tried, also what has worked and hasn’t worked for me.

 So as I’m sure you have guessed by now I am a female, 21 years old. I thought by the time I became an adult my battle with acne would be over, right? Isn’t it suppose to end after your teens..? Well, it doesn’t or at least didn’t for me. 

 I guess I should take you back to the beginning of my skin care journey, I started to break out around 13.. It really caused a lot of problems for me, I actually hated it so much I would try to pick the problem away.. Which in fact made it worse, causing me to cover it up with make-up ALL THE TIME, even just around the house (which caused my mum to become concerned and involved but not helpful, but I won’t go there lol) I honestly don’t think anyone could have helped me, it was a viscous cycle..

 I was too embarrassed and felt if I ever didn’t have cover up on, that people would stare or be disgusted by my face. No one ever wants to make people feel disgusted. So I covered and covered until it made the problem even worse obviously. Though I still even now prefer not to go out without at least a little bit of cover up on (I learned the hard way that picking acne leaves scars) though I am no longer embarrassed, my skin is even on the road to recovery! My scars are becoming less and less visible :D thanks to my skin care routine, but boiii has it been a long road.

 I know everyone says this… but I have tried EVERYTHING, EVERY PRODUCT, EVERY FACIAL… even some gross weird facials… I’m still trying new facials ALL the time, I’m kind of addicted to them at this point, they are so fun, I love to see how my skin reacts (I have VERY sensitive skin) and I love to change and play with my looks. All though I’m not a quabillionaire and don’t have the money for a dermatologist or crazy lazer treatments.. the things I have tried (mostly home remedies or store bought skin care products) have been doing me WONDERS!

Note: BEST NATURAL ACNE SPOT TREATMENTS: Tea tree oil is my GO TO! Apply with a Q-tip before bedtime and sleep with it on the spot. Another use for tea tree oil is on your piercings! I put it on my belly button piercing every night before I go to sleep. Tea tree oil is naturally antibacterial, antifungal and antiviral. Another treatment for acne is apple cider vinegar (mix with water apply to spot 3 times a day, leave for 10 minutes, wash off and repeat). Another good use for the vinegar is if your cat likes to chew cords, put it on your cords for a non-toxic cat bite repellent!  ก₍⸍⸌̣ʷ̣̫⸍̣⸌₎ค

     Ʈreat ℽour skin αs gently as you would treat a ℱlower pedal. ❀

I am my own guinea pig, I practice skin treatments on myself daily. I am in school studying to become an aesthetician, so I can help others not make the same mistakes I did with my skin struggle. So I will continue to write here what tricks and secrets I have learned through my classes to repair my own skin and hopefully help any of you readers along the way.

 Well first thing is first NEVER SLEEP WITH MAKE-UP ON, I know there is those late nights where you are too tired to wash your face.. or there might even be a cute boy laying next to that you don’t want to rip your fake eyelashes off and wipe your eyebrows off in front of, but plz I beg, do it for yourself. The night time is a crucial time for your skin to regenerate, your skin does some of the biggest resurfacing while you rest at night. So my make-up removal routine at night (which is PERFECT for those tired lazy nights) starts with a jar of coconut oil that is on my night stand, I dip my Neutrogena wipes in the oil (not too much now!!) 

I usually start with my forhead, I know it is tempting but NEVER, AND I MEAN NEVER! Push down on your skin, ALWAYS push up 👆🏼specially around the eye area. NOTE: Organic coconut oil is a great natural safe way to deep condition and repair your skin after a long day of make-up but don’t go over board too much can cause break outs! put just enough to make your wipe more moist/less harsh (also baby oil is alright). 

Now if you are too lazy/tired to do this step I understand, but try to make this a mandatory step in your make-up removal routine, this is for the o-so-sensitive dreaded under eye area! Grab a cotton ball, put makeup remover on it (I use The Body Shop make-up remover) OR coconut oil, lightly pat the make-up/concealer/finishing powders away or push upwards (for eye makeup, such as eyeliner, eyeshadow, etc use a Q-tip) AGAIN you never want to wipe away your eye make-up with a make-up wipe or anything else, it is just too rough not soft enough for such a sensitive unforgiving area, BUT if you must use a wipe underneath your eyes only pat/dab with your RING FINGER. It is the weakest of all the fingers and you never want to be rough on that area.

 So after I get all my make-up off I use preventive under eye creams (ANDALOU naturals luminous eye serum, which you can find at sprouts or whole foods, also another good under eye cream is MARIO BADESCU under eye cream) but don’t put too much! The most common misconception is that the more product you use the more results you'll see but that is not the case. The skin can only absorb so much product & at a point you are just wasting product.. which wastes money.. and no one wants that (; .

 For my acne scars (which are almost gone because of this stuff!) I use PALMER’S Cocoa butter with vitamin E skin therapy oil, all over my face before I sleep, it is specialized for scars, dry damaged skin, uneven skin tone and anti aging (also Grapeseed oil is great). So that is it for my nightly routine and what has been fixing my acne scars! My next post will be about my daily/morning routine and much, much more! So if you got this far I love you…. and I’ll see you on the next post which is more important for anti-aging. Peace  ♥ ✌