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Some of Clavis Lelouch’s best quotes + Cyran's bonus quotes

"Tell me, Emma, what do you think is the best way to wake someone who's really bad at waking up? (...) That's right, you stab them." (—Clavis talking about Chevalier to Emma)

"Finding such a handsome man in your room is enough to leave anyone breathless. Take your time. I know I'm easy on the eyes. (...) Oh, nice reaction! There's nothing like a good AHHHHH to get me in the mood."

“I didn’t do anything. But next time, don’t be intimidated by these status-crazed nobles. You don’t owe them anything—not even a smile. If someone looks down on you, look down on them in return. Otherwise, your self-worth will start to plummet. Never abandon your self-respect just to calm the situation. I know you’re a wonderful person—I wouldn’t have chosen you as my wife if not.”

"You succumbed to delusion."

"You weren't paying any attention to me at all. I got so lonely, I almost died!"

"...I want to make love to you."

"I'll tell you a secret about Chevalier. You want to know right? I bet you do. (...) He likes romance novels, but the reason for that is... Me. (...) One day, I secretly added to his pile of books... I put a book that boasted its dewy, spicy romance in the pile."

"Haha! When you're as handsome as I am, you look good no matter what state you're in. You just need better understanding of aesthetics." (—Clavis to the "Obsidianite soldier")

"Haha! You don't need to apologize. Who says only kids are allowed to be bouncy? What's wrong with adults being genuine about loving the things they love?"

"Oh, the things you say! Don't you realize you threaten to unleash the beast that hides behind this gentleman's visage?" (—Clavis' thoughts about Emma)

"What a fool I was to think I was done falling in love with you. The depths I could fall for you seem endless."

“We can do it on the table, or by the windowsill again, if you like. Ah, but I don’t recommend the floor—not unless you’re into that.”

"I would never allow my lovely fiancee to live a life of fear. And so I must take it upon myself to indulge her in a life of joy." (—Clavis' thoughts about Emma)

"Wait, wait, wait! (...) Chevalier, you cannot possibly be trying to replace the words 'I love you' with that one kiss. (...) Why else would Emma have dressed up so beautifully? It's all so she can hear you say those three words! (...) Yes, not all things need to be said, but there is a purpose in giving words to feelings. That's how you can bring them into the real world. Chev, you can't let Emma guess how you truly feel forever. Just tell her. (...) The average person can't read minds like you do. Don't assume that Emma knows everything just because you do." (—Clavis to Chevalier, in Chevalier's route)

"I'm charming, aren't I?"

"Here you are, alone in a secret room with a handsome prince. Why are you only interested in those lifeless husks? (...) That's a little offensive, you know."

"Haha! Go to hell." (—Clavis to Chevalier)

"Goodness, I've never visited that bookstore, and to think it was hiding a gem all this time..." (—Clavis' thoughts about Emma)

"Dear me, it looks like they started running the second they spotted me. Haha! That's optimistic of them. " (—Clavis talking about Yves and Licht to Emma)

"You could at least call it artistic. My handwriting conceals talent that would surpass that of a genius artist. (...) It's readable. So long as you take the time to decode it! Haha!" (—Clavis to Jin)

"Ah... Hahaha! I can't believe you headbutted me! You should've slapped me, at least."

"There's no rule that says you have to drink alcohol once you come of age. That said, it might be more romantic to let you get drunk and then take care of you until you sober up. Wait here, I'll just get some—"

"Of course, I'm not trying to criticize your own personal standards for good and evil. But throughout our lives, we're constantly being confronted by our perceptions of good and evil. And there are times when we might regret it later, if we decide to be critical of something simply because 'it's evil'. Our own individual standards for good and evil may not always be aligned with the kingdom's standards for good and evil. And if that happens, wouldn't you want to remain true to your own standards? To what you believe is good and right?"

"So you're comfortable drinking. I'll keep that in mind." (—Clavis' thoughts about Emma)

"(...) I'm well aware that of all the princes, I was the one most loved by his mother. Although I suppose it's not really a surprise, given how adorable and cute I was. (...) Haha! Why are you apologizing? There's no rule that says we can't talk about the deceased. And there's no need to feel guilty, either. I'm not some silly child who gets all worked up just from thinking about her." (—Clavis talking about his mother to Emma)

"I love drawing attention to myself, you know that. I wanted everyone in the palace talking about me, so I made it seem as if I'd gone missing." (—Clavis to Sariel)

"...You're surprisingly sweet on Emma, aren't you?" (—Clavis to Chevalier)

"Well obviously, because I like rabbits. And from what I know of rabbits... They may seem aloof, but they're actually very sweet and loving, and if you're lucky, they'll even let you see that side of them. I think they're adorable. And despite being delicate and easily frightened, they won't run from anything—they'll stand their ground and put on a brave face. I can't think of any other creature that instills in me such an urge to protect them. You see? Everything about them is lovable." (—Clavis talking about Emma secretly)

"But that's why Rhodolite is so well-balanced. If we all agreed with Leon, the kingdom would constantly be in danger from outside. If we all agreed with Chevalier, it would end up a dictatorship."

"You're about the only person who willingly visits the brutal beast's lair."

"Just so we're clear, this doesn't even count as a setback to me. I've tasted defeat countless times at the hands of a brother more beastly than anyone in Obsidian. I've never once made the right choice. I'm a loser, constantly making mistakes, and constantly being laughed at for them. (...) When you fail, it's easy to give up. It's easy to think your ideas are wrong, and yield to the right choice. But this is what I do. Every time I fail, I get up again, and I fight even harder, so that next time, maybe I won't fail. I don't care about what's right for the kingdom. I stay true to what's right for me, and that's the only way I've found any meaning in my life. Even if what I believe to be right and true is actually wrong, and even if I'm called evil and wicked for doing what I do... I'll fight against the brutal beast's methods with everything I have in me. And I'm not going to die until I've made him kneel before me, and accepted that my beliefs are just as righteous as his are. (...) And since I've spent my life tasting nothing but defeat, I think I can declare this with some certainty. So long as you go on living, you'll never really be a loser. Because there is no such thing. Even if you lost this time, you just have to win next time to be the winner. And if nothing else, you'd be able to die a prouder man than you will now. (...) Today's failures will lead you to tomorrow's hope. Always, as long as you don't give up. And that's why I'm going to get up and try again. What about you? Are you going to die a dog's death here?" (—Clavis to the "Obsidianite soldier")

"What a shame... Were my hands not bound right now... I'd already be making love to you."

"Haha! Not a chance. I adore her." (—Clavis denying disliking Emma to Gilbert)

"I've always tried to be a gentleman, and live by the tenet that women are free to come and go as they please. But with you, I find myself wondering whether I should be using handcuffs, rope, or maybe a strong net."

"All right, then, I guess I'll just have to slip a few weapons into your luggage to help celebrate your departure. At the very least, I've already included a shovel." (—Clavis helping Emma escape from Obsidian)

"My brother is an absolute genius when it comes to angering people in just about every way possible. He outclasses us all in that, too." (—Clavis talking about Chevalier)

"Dearie me, don't tell me you're here for a secret tryst with my brother? I never imagined this unsociable beast might finally have his sexual awakening—" (—Clavis talking about Chevalier to Emma)

"(...) It's a water jet device designed to keep you cool in sultry summer evenings. I made it expressly for you. Isn't it brilliant?"

"The only people he could hold a proper conversation with were those who faced him head-on." (—Clavis' thoughts about Chevalier)

"(...) I don't care about me, but I don't think it's appropriate to be pointing guns at a woman, do you?" (—Clavis protecting Emma from 'someone')

"You really are gorgeous... I'm so captivated by you... that I feel I might forget how to be a gentleman for good."

"You could tie me down any day, my lovely fiancee."

"Ah. Hello, insecurity. I had not missed you at all. If I want to make my lovely fiancee happy, I'm going to need to start being more confident." (—Clavis' thoughts)

"You're so beautiful when you're watching something with rapt attention."

"How could you treat your kind little brother like this, when he worked himself to the bone trying to keep your library nice and tidy? I'm going to tell Emma on you." (—Angry Clavis to Chevalier)

"Well, first, I'd love to be able to pamper you in the bathroom. I want to wash your hair and gently exfoliate your skin so it's super soft. (...) Next, I want to hire a famous artist to draw a portrait of you than I can hang on my wall. I want one so big it'll cover the entire thing. Maybe I'll even get a bunch of you drawn. Seeing lots of you while I work would be good for motivation. (...) Also, I would love it if we could change up how we say good night. Every day, before bed, I want us to say 'I love you' instead of just 'good night'. (...) Oh, it's also my dream to go on a trip around the world with you! I just want to explore new sights with you and kiss and cuddle you in new places."

Cyran's bonus quotes:

"(...) Prince Clavis lies incessantly, so feel free to ignore everything he says. (...) Everything. You've no need to be worried about his feelings, or even keep him company. And it might be in your best interests to refuse to eat any of this." (—Cyran talking about Clavis and his cooking to Emma, in front of Clavis)

"You're still half-asleep, aren't you? You're a disgrace." (—Cyran to Clavis)

"When we finally catch up to him, I think we should team up and give him a good scolding!" (—Cyran talking about Clavis to Emma)

"Since you left me behind like that, I've decided to hold a grudge against you forever. (...) Do it again and I'll throttle you, master or no. Just so you know." (—Cyran to Clavis)

"My Lady, I'm afraid that Prince Clavis's plan is truly stupid. A prince in his right mind would never even plan such a thing, and the average person would recoil in shock at the very idea of it."

"Prince Clavis, you can't just go casually tossing your head in her lap like that. My Lady, you're more than welcome to slap him awake at this point."

"(...) despite all that, there was one fool prince who stormed into the camp where the prisoners were being held. Yep, I'm talking about the idiot prince currently sleeping like a babe in your lap."

"From the way he acts, it's easy to mistake him for a fool and a scoundrel, but... at heart, he's the kindest, most compassionate man I've ever met." (—Cyran talking about Clavis to Emma)

"...So where is he, this handsome man? (...) ...You're a total mess right now, you realize. You look dreadful. Want me to get you a mirror?" (—Cyran to Clavis)

"My Lady, I truly am sorry, but... I've been ordered to inform you that, and I quote, 'your prince is in grave danger and needs you to rescue him! Ahaha'! (...) ...He insisted I include the 'ahaha' at the end." (—Cyran delivering a message from Clavis to Emma)

"Very well. I'll inform him that you said to die in pain and agony." (—Cyran talking about Clavis to Chevalier)

"Really? Are you sure? Ahh, this is great, it means I can get away from my troublesome master for a while. I look forward to serving you, My Lady, and I'll do my absolute best for you!" (—Cyran replying to Clavis' order to be Emma's personal bodyguard)

"My Lady, you're the sort of person who worries constantly about other people, without ever thinking about yourself. Like at the party, when you tried to protect Prince Gilbert from that guy with the knife. That sort of thing."

"...Farewell, my peaceful days."

"...Stay strong, my lady. I know exactly how you feel, but know that I am cheering you on."

[ficsnroses]

𝑯𝒊𝒔 - 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜

johnny silverhand x fem! V [reader]. 

summary : johnny and you both want this, a physical exchange to feel relief. 

warnings : smut, nsfw. rough unprotected sex. swearing. 2.5k words. no spoilers other than johnny’s status.

notes : something new! next to zero plot, just some good ol fucking each other’s brains out smut. I had a lot of fun writing this, might write some more fics for him if readers are interested. enjoy! feedback appreciated as always. also! i’d love to read some johnny fics if you have recommendations :)

She’s slipping away, day by day by day.

Exhilarating, exhausting. The steps under her feet hurt, they mock. With each dragged, littered breath trudged out her lips, she crumbles. Crumbles in what feels as if the boneyard of a dream; the debris of a reverie.

She hurts, she needs relief. Something temporary to match what swills inside.

Relief that would come in something more than amber kissed crystal glasses, something stronger than the wash of bitter liquor searing down her throat. Alcohol feats in her head- but so does he.

He feats in her head, he’s taking over. Day by day, by day.

“Hey highness, why don’t you make yourself useful and get more smokes.”

His voice comes in loud barrels, thuds of lightening that crash in her veins. It’s sharp, pronounced. Gravelly, a contrast, disparity to her quieter, mellower one- one that caused a ruckus to be heard for the entirety of her being, to be remembered.

Yet, it hadn’t gotten her far. She’d been far from what she’d dreamt.

       Her voice, her quiet, broken voice that plead to be heard.

He stands crisp, muscled back brave against the cold metallic wall. Broken drags and hostile exhales haste out his throat, the tared smoke serving as a dire remembrance of what he used to be.

Real.

“Gonna move or what?” Strong, cynical. The tone he spits is rough, pessimistic. He’d come as a parasite, something humane no more, driven by a dream, a delusion. His delusion, he’d use her for. There’s no affliction in his voice, no compassion. His voice registers dimly through the rumble of her own agony.

Somewhere along blurred lines, parasitic growls became usual; anticipated.

It’s tough being angry at someone who hears you.

And somewhere along the dreary lines, he’d felt it too.

It’s tough being angry at someone who sees you. Sees someone, the world had long forgotten.

Her voice comes in sharp daggers, strident. “Shut up.” Long for relief brews in her nerves, threatens to overtake. Threatens to destruct. “Shut the fuck up for one second” She growls, a low huff under her breath. The burn is breaking her, the yearn scorches inside long empty walls.

He knows too, he senses the deliberation inside her. He feels it in cold, chilled ghastly bones. He could help her, and she could help him, with something more than the mission at stake. Something sinfully bigger than the dream.

Something to feel human, again. He walks, a hologram that leaves louder, heavier steps than anyone she’d known prior. She feels a tingle; a twitch in her skin ignites, she feels a dark warmth.

It comes from him; it calls from his body.

“You’re an asshole. Nothing more.” She pierces, the toxins fall her lips, a desperate attempt to keep him away. Keep him out.

The drags of his steps thud louder in her head, the shift of his holographic form closer. There’s a hoarse gravel in his throat, something so negative, yet so familiar. So painfully familiar. He lives inside her, he’s all she’s began to remember. “Cigarettes make me feel something.” The cool air that stings the nape of her neck sends a shiver down her spine. “Something fucking real for once.”

“Fuck off.” She spits, avoiding a sworn intense gaze. Her stare in the abyss out the distant paned windows causes a churn in her mid, something sickening. A quiet realization falls, creeping.

“You’re taking over me.”

A chuckle off his mouth, a smirk curled to his thin taut lips. “We are bound.” He growls. “And I am owed.”

Chained; she reminds herself. You are chained, shackled to him.

“You’re owned nothing.” She grits. He watches the way she tenses, visibly burning.

In his hallow shell of a mind long forgotten, he’d undressed her a thousand times; watched the way she slept so vulnerably, thought of the way the threads that hug her body like a lover could peel off so easily. So sinfully. “Can’t help but wonder what this pretty pussy of yours could make me feel instead.” A growl emits his throat, stocked fingers finding their way palming thin fabric shielding her cunt from prying gaze.

And the touch that registered leaves her panting. His touch, something she’d never felt before, was real. He was real. This ghost that drowns in her every thought was existent as day, dark as night.

“You want me, as much as I want you.” His voice comes in drowned out waves; the long inside her body for something physical slowly enveloping. “Fucking say it.”

She dreams of relief, of release. She dreams of good, pleasure that could wash her lungs; quench the burn. She dreams of something more than the familiar scald of liquor sent in cascades down her throat. She dreams of something physical, something filthy to satiate relief.

Sex starved, she succumbs. Sex longing, he smirks, and smirks,

       and smirks.

Stop, says her mind.

Go, haunts her body. Let him use you the way you’ve always wanted.

“Fuck me.” She mutters, breath rugged, crisp desperation rung on shade stained lips. “Fuck me. Now.”  The words rip, long pent frustrations urge. He’s far too appealing, perfectly groomed beard and lengthy locks raven on his mane; toned muscles, cryptic bolded ink litter his skin. Deep-rooted ink bedecks his un robotic arm, and she sighs at the way his smirk induced lips crawl at her neck. Lingering kisses, gentle bites leaving faint purple bruises to her delicate skin;

Something about the way he speaks, the way his touch held the power of a million fucking bullets.

Unmatched, unprecedented.

Cold and stoic, his bionic hand plants to her chest, above the valley of perfectly plump breasts. Slowly, he guides, her body finding refuge on her bed covered in a sea of soft sheets and cottoned pillows. The same bed, where she knew he’d fuck her into oblivion, now that she’d asked.

A fire burns in his belly, a smoke that matches lustrous eyes roving and bulging pants. Through brown leather, the outline of his impressive cock causes a gulp in her throat, the anticipation tightening in her ached cunt, long yearned for the fruit of any friction. “Take everything off.” His shallow voice demands, and she watches the way he palms a throbbing cock shielded from her gaze.

Johnny was equipped, experienced; expert to say the least. He knew well how to please a woman, how to mix the perfect blend of pain and pleasure. If there’s one thing groupie affairs taught;

all pussy is good, but only few, came heavenly.

He’d known since he’d saw her, since their first encounter. There’d been no place he’d wanted to be buried guts deep, no place as tight, warm, inviting than her cunt. Her movements follow obliged, skimpy cloth and thin bottoms tugged off for his view. Amatory lace bottoms and a matching bra unhook through the brittle fingers of her hands; her eyes never leave him. The way his prying eyes dig into hers, piercing. He palms, and strokes, cold hands moving to unbuckle a heavy belt that falls to the floor with a dense thud.

In the chilled air of the futuristic room, a cold shiver pecks at her skin; inch by inch a warmth blazes inside. The anticipation of what Johnny would, could do to her. He could destroy her.

He could ruin her, with every thrust.

Much to his splendour, her bare breasts sit perfectly swollen on her chest, pert, hardened nipples vibrant with tint. Silky skin, perfectly dewy. She was a fucking goddess in her own right; a sex siren his cock pulses for, in dire need. A flush to her skin ignites, visibly frustrated. “Haven’t been fucked in a while, have you.” He states firmly, less of a question than proclamation. A cold, robotic finger grazes her bottom lip, stony, iced, a snicker loiters. “Or haven’t been fucked well?” His finger trails down, gently, sub-zero, feather light as it glosses her skin, brushed against the petals, the slippery folds of her tender womanhood; two digits enter, curling inside her beautifully slick, warm walls.

“You’re gonna remember me for days, princess. Gonna wreck this pretty pussy of yours, show you what it means to be alive.”

In this moment, she’d swore she belongs to him. She’d permit his pessimistic soul to do whatever he sought, with her frail body.

“Gonna pull it out or what, coward.” She allows, that familiar confidence she’d so desperately tried to hold true finding light once again.

She tries, she pleads to be strong. Yet she knows, she’d be sure. She’d crumble under him; she’d fall mercy to his mechanical touch.

“Patience.” He sneers, motorized hands unzipping. “Patience is virtue, darling.”

Somewhere along the way, she’d gotten accustomed to snarky remarks, egotistical transcriptions.

His cock falls out of his pants, heavy, thick, big, beautiful. She swallows, intrigued by the grandeur, a rosy tip swells with beads of wet pre cum, seeps. A thunderous vein runs down a curved shaft, copious balls surrounded by a jungle of dark hair.

She swallows at the sight; his words stay true. Intimidated, she’d for sure remember him, for days. The ache he’d leave would triumph for days to come.

“On your back.” He demands, pants long forgotten to the flat below, a few meagre tugs jerked to his raw, throbbing member.

Johnny Silverhand had fucked countless women, yet none made his cock as painfully erect, tender as she did. In the most sinful of ways, his cock would become her prisoner, and they hadn’t even started yet. With a rock hard cock digging into the skin of her stomach, he takes positon above her, towering. The scent of need fills the air as silky legs spread for his taking,

She spreads for his taking. A gasp dies in her throat as his cock springs, the deep baritone moan in his chest grumbling as his erection dips forcefully into her tiny mouth, impeding down her throat with a sole thrust. His hips buck forcefully in her wet, tight mouth, lingering as his jaw tightens, before plummeting out.

He’d primed himself in her throat, preparing to be buried between feeble legs, drowned inside her tender cunt.

Glancing between sweat stippled bodies, she stares and stares when his hands line a pulsating cock up with her entrance, firm hands planting to her hips, his massive member sinks inside her, rough, robust. A heavy thrust implores, big, warm, beautiful. One deep, harsh thrust was all it took. All it took for her to ascend, a loud moan of pure pleasure let off her lips at the sheer weight of him inside.

The bass of his voice moans harsh, sucking in a sharp breath to the feel of her wrapped, glistening his cock with her creamy, wet releases. His pace proves animalistic, hard off the get go, minimal time for her to adjust before he pounds her hastily, laboured breaths and quickened heavy exhales channelling out both their bodies. Delicate, weak arms desperately hold his broad shoulders as he drills into her needily, sloppily, the sound of thick balls slamming her core echo grey walls, dark eyes and enticingly deep grunts kissing her ears as he takes her body whole. “Fuck…you’re...” He breathes, rugged, harsh. “You’re…so fucking tight. So fucking wet.” Growling, he watches her become a whimpering, disorderly mess under his weight as beautifully plump breasts jerk hastily to his hostile pace. Her eyes flutter closed, lips slightly agape as she breathes tiny, gasped moans, fingernails clawing into his fleshy shoulders.

His hips rock expertly, so rough, so quick she feels warm tears singe in he corners of her eyes at how well he fucks her, how guttural his moans fall. Praises for her pussy dawdle his lips in hasty exhales, chasing his orgasm as her cunt cocoons, moulds to his cock so perfectly; as if a glove, as if she’d been made just for him. Solely for him to use, for him to fuck. His hold on her tightens, hands kneading tantalising hips as one moves to squeeze her breast, tough. The stretch he leaves proves incomparable, eyes widening when the curve of his cock hits her G spot repeatedly, hisses of her name and rapt desire overtaking. A selfish pace conjures, her body jerks, stifling moans with each imperative thrust.

The pain, the pleasure. The unholy pleasure of this parasite splitting her inch by inch. His cock glides easily, slips in and out gratifyingly; whimpers and yelps brew her voice, a chant of his name desperately recited as if a prayer she’d held, punctuated by growls and throaty gruffs of his. With her tits bouncing vigorously to his pace, Johnny’s need only cultivates further, and he drowns in the feel of her heavenly cunt.

His, all, and only, his.

Her legs tremble, a bite sinks into her arm covering her mouth to cage particularly gruesome moans. The violent labour of his hips, over and over, and over leave every vein inside her snapping, every nerve ending sparking with lust, she feels him all. His entire cock barely fitting; she squirms under him, his buttery voice filtered with demand. “Tighten up for me. Milk this cock like it’s the last thing you’ll do.” His moans fall heavier, as his thrusts; sultry, stiff voice surging her ears as he shudders, shivering, buried deep, deep inside. A cocktail of glossy, creamed releases they’d create together drip to the sheets below, although neither cease to care.

A joint euphoria builds, something they’d needed dire. Her limbs wrap his frame, his muscles cage her tight. He pounds, he thrusts, he jolts, he relishes in the tender haven she’d given him to spoil in; the sound of his cock slicking in her wetness through unaltered thrusts proves far too much, she feels each ridge, each inch of his godly cock assaulting her core.

“Gonna cum,” Johnny asserts, pace never faltering. She jolts, and jolts, and cries, and whines to his speed, to his feel. Within a few particularly intense thrusts, lewd moans drive out her lips in frantic succumb, her pussy throbs for him, skin colliding, arousing him further. Holding dearly, she practically melts into him, hips bucking to meet his as a blissful, earthshattering orgasm washes over her in currents; in oceanic waves, a tsunami of all things good, all things filthy.

Her pussy falls sore, aching, delicate from the action when he grunts imperatively, the sound of hammering hips into her heat dying down when his cock twitches within her, slipping through silky arousal easily, slamming relentlessly when his high comes. It comes, he cums, deep, deep inside her trifling cunt, swollen thick and jerked as spurts of hot, scotching cum coat the insides of her pussy. The groans he lets out prove impatient, hoarse, coursing, currenting through her ears. She beats with his succulent release inside, a cocktail her juices and what he’d left behind coating the insides of her thighs.

In sex gratified bliss, her eyes widen when he collapses on top, thunderous arms holding her still, cock excruciating felt within. Tonight, she’d been told. She’d been shown,

Johnny likes it

Sloppy. Vulgar. Tight.

pornographic.

       Johnny likes it rough, hard.

Ruthless, and she’d crumbled in each inch of it. Addicted, long gone. He’d sworn the same, intoxicated by her unrivalled cunt, those soft, whingeing moans that flee her lips;

With their skin sticking together through beads of peppered exertion, laboured puffs and heavy huffs pound in their chests, bodied still fitted together as if a puzzle piece, cock still sheathed inside. Simpering, smirking, his cold, contemporary finger lifts the faint of her chin,

the world seemed to have ended in this moment.

her world had ended, shaken.

But time still passed, it passed, it tightened, clawed in her chest.

Nothing compared to him, nothing tasted as sweet.

“We are bound, kitten. This pussy is mine, and mine alone.”

       A declaration, a fate written.

He’d taken over another part of her; and this time, she let him.

Her body belongs to him, in all forms.

His fuck doll, she’d be.

And she knows, she feels it in her bones. He’ll be the death of her through what comes;

       he’ll love to ruin her.

 and she’ll love, to be his.

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[imagine-loki]

Mr. Laufeyson's Ward

TITLE: Mr. Laufeyson’s Ward

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 14

AUTHOR: goddessofmischief

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you are living in the late 1800’s and your parents pass away due to a tragic accident. Leaving you an orphan, you are sent to a miserable orphanage. Then, a mysterious and harsh man named Loki visits the orphanage and takes you on as his ward. He brings you to his crumbling mansion in the English countryside, where you face his cruel intentions, and eventually discover that you care for him much more than you’d like to admit.

RATING: T

NOTES: Here is the next chapter of this continuing story. I sincerely feel so lousy that I don’t update as regularly as some other amazing writers on here, so I have begun a tag list to directly notify readers when a new chapter is available. Please don’t hesitate to message me @goddessofmischief if you wish to be on this list! As always, thank you for reading! ♥︎

I hitched up my skirts upon descending the narrow stairwell that led downstairs to the servant’s area. The clean white apron that was layered upon Elsie’s black pleated skirt momentarily caught my eyes before she rounded the corner and disappeared further down the hall. “Elsie, wait!” I called to her desperately. I noticed that she stepped inside a small storage cupboard and I followed her inside before she had the chance to close the door on me. She returned the broom back to its proper place before she turned her back to me and gazed out the window onto the hilly moors, their curvatures highlighted by the rising sun above.

“What you saw back there Elsie was not what it looked like. I swear.” I admitted straightforwardly. “I know, miss. I saw that the master was injured, and that your bodice was drying by the fire. I have always respected your decorum. It’s just…” She grew quiet. “What is it?” I probed.

She turned my way, and I saw that her hazel eyes were filled with anxiety. “I have been keeping something from you, Victoria.” She let out an jittery sigh. “I’m so sorry. I just wasn’t sure if I should deliver it to you or not, but now I believe you should see it. I just don’t want the master to be mad with me.” “Show me. Please.” I politely instructed, eager to uncover what she possibly could have found.

I trailed behind her as she guided me to her room in the north corridor, firmly bolting the door once we were both inside. She then got on her knees and reached underneath her bed. Elsie blindly searched around for a moment before she finally caught hold of what she was looking for. Upon standing back up, she delivered the item into my hands.

It was a small dark brown book that featured an entanglement of elaborate gilded flowers on its cover. “I found it on the day after the master had departed.” She said. “I had been told to clean up his study by Mrs. Cunningham, and it was lying in one of his trash bins.”

I opened the book to find that an inscription lined the front cover. My master’s sharp and slightly italicized handwriting was immediately recognizable. For Victoria, Best wishes for a happy 18th birthday. Yours affectionately, Loki - May 1877 -

I turned the first leaf to find that a piece of parchment paper had been affixed onto the page. Gently lifting it up, I observed that a pressed deep red carnation had been taped to the page. Below the pressed flower read: The first flower to bloom in our garden.

The next page was a title page, in which my master had delicately written A Compendium of Poetry in the center of the page. I quickly skimmed through the rest of the book to discover that its entirety consisted of a selection of poems that my master had selected, from well known poets, and painstakingly written out by hand to fit into this one book, that he had meant to give to me for my upcoming birthday in early June.

I recalled a conversation we had over a month ago, in which I told him that I had never really ventured into poetry and that I was quite overwhelmed as to where I should begin. He must have composed this book to share his favorite poems with me, and to therefore serve as a introductory guide. 

My heart swelled at the book that I held in my hands. But why would he have thrown away such a sincere gift? I expressed my thanks to Elsie for delivering the book to me, while I also ensured that she wouldn’t be reprimanded for what happened earlier, nor for retrieving the book from the master’s trash.

I eventually returned to my master’s room, in hopes of finding him still in bed, but he had already gone. Opening up his windows to let some light in, I noticed that conversing voices could be heard from outside. It appeared that Dickon was cautiously recommending something to my master. “Let me accompany you, sir. You don’t seem fit to walk alone.” “I’m fine, Dickon.” My master said, a hearty chuckle following his words. “Return downstairs to your breakfast.”

My master then came into view, fully dressed and leaning onto his ebony walking stick for support. His slow steps made it evident that he still was weak and my spirits further dampened at the sight the longer I stood there. After fetching my shawl, I dashed to the door. I quickly ran down the stairs and out the same door in which he had previously exited out of. Not having traveled far, I found him on the path that bordered the walled garden and called out his name.

“Why Victoria,” He remarked upon turning around. “Are you no longer cross with me?” Grinning light-heartedly, he adjusted the grey flannel scarf that he had placed about his neck for warmth. Despite how it was practically summer, the mornings and nights always proved to be rather chilly in Yorkshire. “I never was cross with you, sir.” I responded, while placing my arm supportively around his. We walked onwards in silence, listening to the early birdsong that floated towards us from the nearby trees.

“Are you feeling better, sir?” I asked as we rounded the bend and traveled closer towards the garden gates that were situated on the opposite side of the enclosure. “Much, which is especially due to the care that you provided me with last night. I don’t believe I ever thanked you, Victoria.” “That’s alright. I’m quite used to my actions going unnoticed.” His steps slowed upon hearing my response. “But they weren’t unnoticed. Not by me.”

We neared the iron gates and I moved past my master to unlatch the heavy door and hold it open for him to pass through. He took small steps, and I noticed that he slightly limped whenever he tried to stabilize himself on his right leg. “And what is it that you have been reading this morning?” He inquired once I had rejoined him inside the garden. At first I was puzzled by his question, but then I realized that I still held the book of poems in my hand. I simply had not been able to let it go.

“Nothing that would be of any interest to you, sir.” I briskly replied, and as I meant to turn away and walk towards a nearby bench, he snatched the small book out of my hands. My fingers around the small volume unfurled easily, given how much I was taken off guard by how quickly he had pried the book from me.

He looked down upon the book, his brows furrowing with confusion at what he had found. Without turning his eyes from the book, he hobbled over to the bench and perched down upon it. “So I presume that Elsie held onto this, even after finding it in my trash bin?” “Yes, sir.” I confirmed as I nervously folded my arms behind my back, unsure of how he would next respond. Was he angry at Elsie for keeping it? Would he dispose of the book once again?

He turned the book over in his hands and sighed heavily. “Well I am most thankful for her decision to save it, as I would have deeply regretted what would have happened to it otherwise.”

As I still stood a distance away from him, he beckoned me forward to sit besides him before continuing. “You see, I had become possessed by the idea that you would dislike the poems that I selected, and that you would more likely appreciate a collection of poetry that I could purchase for you from the bookshop. Halfway into completing the book, I had tossed it away.” I leant back slightly on the bench, the dappled sunlight accentuating the bounty of flowers about us. His soft black tresses, however in slight disarray, beautifully framed his pale, bruised face. “You were wrong to conclude that, sir,” I finally spoke. “For I never received such a beautiful and thoughtful gift before. And besides, I would only wish to appreciate the poems that you cherish, rather than those of a scholar’s preference.”

He chuckled gaily. “Well in that case, I shall complete the compendium for you by your birthday.” “Thank you, Loki.” I said with a broad smile. “And I believe this belongs to you.” After leaving Elsie, I had gone to my room to fetch the daguerreotype of myself that he had told me to watch over while he was away. He accepted the encased photograph into his hands with beaming gratitude before he restored it to its proper place: the inner pocket of his suit jacket, directly above his heart.

We proceeded to stroll about our garden for a period of time, appreciating together the dewy speckled flowers that seemed to sparkle in the early sunlight. I recalled to him the matter of Elsie and James’ secret and ongoing engagement, and he sympathetically agreed that Elsie’s marital status, and where she would live, would by no means put her job in any danger.

My master then was the one to relate some news. He mentioned that he had received a letter from Mr. Albert Blythe, Agnes’ father, who had written that he and his wife Harriet had safely arrived in England. Mr. Blythe planned on traveling to Heathcote immediately after retrieving Agnes from the Hambro House, which he had estimated would be in approximately a fortnight. The thought of seeing my best friend again so soon made my spirits soar.

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My master regained his health in the week that passed, and his wound had miraculously healed in just a matter of days. The only problem that troubled me was one of a personal nature. One that I was rather ashamed of.

Each night when I would retreat to my own bed, feelings of loneliness suppressed me. The cool bedsheets of the empty space besides me on the large mattress made me tremble as I would recall the way that it had felt to be held so closely, so tenderly, by another being. The ghostly remnants that I felt of his embrace on my body would almost pursue me to get out of bed and hasten to his room, but I did not have to be reminded by how inappropriate this action would be deemed.

I came to resent the time of day in which I would leave my master behind to retire to my isolated room. After dinner it had become habitual for us to spend time together in either his study or the small parlour in which the piano was located. As it got closer to midnight, Loki would insist that we return to our rooms. Despite my drooping eyelids and resting position in an armchair, I would persuade him that I had no intention of retiring just yet. It wasn’t until he would blow out the surrounding candles and physically pull me up from my chair, that I would bid him goodnight and drag myself to my chamber.

The Blythe’s arrived to Heathcote approximately a week later, just as Mr. Blythe had estimated in his letter. As by custom, we all waited outside while anticipating their arrival. They had taken the train from Birmingham, so Loki had sent Peter with the carriage to pick them up at the nearest station, which was about an hour away. “Do you think that they will come to love Yorkshire as much as I do, sir?” I asked as we stood upon the stone platform below the massive set of stairs that led up to the house. He grinned, and tilted his head downwards so that he could meet my eyes. “Yes, I am sure they will. The cottage, and the surrounding farmland of the property, would make anyone fond of the countryside.”

The carriage shortly came into view across the distant hills, and in a few moments it strolled directly underneath Heathcote’s grand porte cochère. Agnes jumped out of the carriage once Peter halted the horses, and she almost stumbled over when running to me, given that she had been in the vehicle for quite some time and wasn’t used to being on her feet at once. It was quite a pleasant sight to see her wearing a bright blue frock instead of her pale gray uniform.

“Oh, Victoria.” She cried with delight while pulling me into a tight hug. “How how have you been?” “Very well. Thank you, Agnes.” I answered. When she pulled away from me, she placed her attention on my guardian. Her eyes blinked slowly up at him, as she became rigid beneath his scrutiny. “Hello, Mr. Laufeyson.” She said cautiously. I could tell that his presence before her still made her somewhat nervous. Perhaps she still was not entirely sure of what to think of my master. It wasn’t entirely her fault, however, given how much I had talked poorly of him in those letters that I had initially exchanged with her upon my arrival at Heathcote.

“Welcome to Heathcote, Agnes.” My master said warmly before turning his attention to her parents, who had finally made their way to us after having a brief conversation about their luggage with Peter. Mr. Albert Blythe was a tall man with an athletic frame, while his wife, Harriet, possessed a rather lanky figure. Both were extremely tan from their time in Australia, where they undoubtedly spent many hours a day on an open gold mine.

They wore light garments made of linen that represented their lives on the Australian outback. I could actually picture what it must have been like for them on that continent at the end of the world: Mr. Blythe doing the back breaking work of digging all day in search of gold nuggets, while Mrs. Blythe attended to distributing nourishment to the vast amount of men and other families on the mining fields.

Loki and I both shook each of their hands before he cordially welcomed them into our home by giving them a brief tour around the foyer. “You live here?” Agnes whispered to me with amazement, as Loki discussed further about the history of the manor: how it had been home to many baronets throughout the previous centuries, dating back to the 1600s. Funnily enough, each of these honorable men never became fully satisfied with the estate to live in it longer than a few months. “Yes.” I answered back while suppressing a giggle due to the ironic humor I found at her reaction to the mansion and how much it differed from the viewpoint’s that those baronets once had.

She continued to gawk at the exquisite tapestries and priceless paintings that hung on the walls until my master suggested that I show Agnes to her room, which was conveniently situated right down the corridor from my own. Loki had went through a lot of trouble in fixing up Heathcote before the Blythe’s arrival. He had made sure that the guest rooms were in tip-top shape, and had even hired additional servants from the village inn in order to help Mrs. Cunningham with the cleaning. He had never done this to impress our last guests: Lavinia and her parents.

I agreed to his suggestion and Agnes and I began to leave the room, arm-in-arm. “So, has he confessed his enduring love for you yet?” She whispered to me once we turned our backs to the adults in the room. “Agnes!” I softly exclaimed, as I hastily pulled her away to the west wing before she could say something else of a similar nature in the presence of my master and her parents.

She continued to bombard me with similar ridiculous questions on the way to her room. I remained serious and mute, which only made her laugh more. We finally reached her room and I opened the door for her to walk through first. She only took one step inside before she became rigid and stared open-mouthed at the interiors of her room. It was just the same size as my chamber, but the colors and decorations of hers were much more brighter and cheerful. I much more preferred the dark, melancholic burgundy hue that my room embodied.

“This is where I am to stay?” She inquired with wonderment. Given that she still had not moved, I had to squeeze between her body and the doorframe in order to come inside. “Yes, this room is entirely yours. The washroom is just through that door to the right. Also, Loki said you are welcome to stay here whenever you like, that is if your parents ultimately decide to remain in Yorkshire.” It was then that she moved to face me, and I noticed that she was smiling from ear to ear. “Loki? You are on a first name basis with him now?” “Yes, I am.” I confidently responded to her inquiry. “Well then,” She said while walking over to her bed and settling down upon her propped pillows. “You sure have a lot of explaining to do.” She tucked her arms under her head with a smirk as she waited for me to join her.

“You slept next to him? In his bed?!” She squealed loudly with delight a few moments later. “Shh, Agnes. Please. Don’t talk so loud.” I stressed. I had disclosed to her what had happened on the night of his return to Heathcote, without including any of the details that still mystified me, such as where exactly he had gone and how he had returned home with no carriage nor horse to accompany him. I also said that he had merely sprained his ankle, rather than including the details of his deep wound that had healed way too quickly.

“Well, I was not expecting this.” She raved, completely engrossed in what I was telling her. “I slept at his side. That is all.” I calmly confided. “He just wanted to be comforted because of his injury and the long journey he had taken to get back home.” “If you say so.” She smiled broadly once again. I looked blankly across at her from my seated position at the foot of her bed, before I stood up and walked over to the mirror of her vanity table, which was identical to the one I had in my room. I crossed my arms tightly about my chest as I met my own saddened eyes in the looking glass.

Agnes joined me at the mirror as I knew that she could sense something was wrong. She wordlessly placed her hand upon my shoulder. “You were right, Agnes. You have been right all this time“ My voice was little more then a whisper. For once, she didn’t speak but allowed me to continue. I took a deep sigh. “I-I think I love him.” Her frolicsome behavior had disappeared with my confession and she now seemed highly composed, yet interested. “Won’t you tell him?” She asked optimistically.

I shook my head and turned away from the mirror. I instead leaned back against the wall: the calico patterned wall felt cool against the back of my exposed neck. “No, I cannot. He still plans to propose to Lavinia.“ "How do you know that?” The tone in which she asked this question distinctly exhibited her concerns for my happiness, and although I was dispirited by the topic of our discussion, I was glad that I had someone to talk it over with. I was immensely fortunate to have a friend like Agnes.

"He has bought her wedding ring. He even told me so himself.” I slowly lamented. This conveyance of information made her as still and silent as a mighty tree, in which no gushes of wind quaked its branches nor shook off its leaves. “Therefore, my affections must remain concealed. Forevermore.” I closed my eyes as I sealed my fate. “Oh, Victoria. Don’t say that.” She objected. “I mean, who am I but an encumbrance to him anyway? He’s just taking care of me to uphold his promise to my father. If he had never met my father, I would still be at the orphanage.” “But you’re not, and you should be grateful. Yes, Miss Grey is a wonderful caretaker, but can’t you see? Mr. Laufeyson gives you so much freedom, Victoria. He is kind to you, and treats you like an equal.” “That all will change once Lavinia becomes mistress of Heathcote.” I declared. “It may not. You should remain hopeful.”

I gently scoffed at what she suggested. “Hopeful? I have been hopeful all my life, and most of my hopes turn into disappointments. But I must stop complaining to you, Agnes. Peter will be around with your luggage shortly, and I will allow you to get settled.” She reached for my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t worry yourself, Vic. I’m sure everything will work out in the end.” All I could respond to this was that I would see her at supper this evening.

I exited the house through the servants wing, my feet steadily taking me further away from the mansion and onto the deserted moors. I turned and looked back at the mansion and caught some movement in one of first floor windows. I then realized that it was the window in my master’s study. His figure, donned in black, was suddenly recognizable, and I saw that he held up his hand and waved at me. I briefly returned the gesture before refacing the hills ahead. My hands drifted to my sides to lift my skirts so to prevent them from getting caught in the low bracken ferns that lied before me.

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Hey lovelies! I’m very excited to share one of my 2019 makeup trends blog post with you today! It’s no secret that I spend a *lot* of time scrolling through Instagram and Pinterest looking at beautiful makeup products and reading about the latest trends in the industry. So this week’s beauty blog post features eight of my favourite make trends that have caught my attention so far this year. I’ve also included links to useful ‘how-to’ tutorials so you can easily recreate these makeup looks yourself, as well as both designer and more affordable alternative products to help you achieve these trends! I hope you enjoy reading this post and I look forward to hearing your favourite makeup trends in the comments!

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Glossy EyeLids

Probably one of the 2019 makeup trends that I’m most intrigued about is ‘the glossy lid’. Although I’m yet to try recreating this look myself, I would be interested to see what it looks like in real life (I’m scared of getting caught in the wind with my hair though)! I love all these pastel tones they’ve used in the pictures below…

I’ve read some articles online and some beauty bloggers suggest using lip gloss as a ‘top coat’ applied after your normal powder eyeshadow, whilst others simply apply lipgloss to the eyelid. I’ve seen quite a few designer beauty brands creating liquid eyeshadow designed to create this glossy finish, but I’d personally suggest opting for more affordable option (because let’s be honest, it’s a passing makeup trend and who wants to be left with a barely used expensive product)…

I recently discovered this Mecca Max ‘wet look all over gloss’ which claims to be a non-sticky high shine jelly gloss made with jojoba oil for all day comfortability and the perfect finishing touch to your makeup look and can also be worn alone for a sheer gloss look. I’m going to have a closer look and swatch it when I’m next in-store!

If you’re interested in learning more, I found this Byrdie “how-to” article useful.

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Full Brows

You only have to refresh your Instagram feed to see 178924 posts about “brow goals”… there are sooo much products people suggest too (including brow primer, brow pencil, brow powder, brow setting serum, brow ‘under-brow’ concealer, and the list goes on and on!). Whilst this great to learn about, it’s not so good for my bank account. I’ve commented on lots of beauty bloggers posts asking for their recommendations and if the more expensive ‘cult’ status brow products are worth their weight in gold (I mean, I’m not going to spend $52 on an Hourglass eyebrow pencil if it isn’t worth my while)…

Some high-street ‘dupes’ for good quality eyebrow pencils that won’t break the bank include MCO Beauty, Maybelline, the Mecca Max range, and MAC in comparison to Hourglass, Anastasia Beverly Hills and Benefit Cosmetics. If you save any other affordable brand suggestions, please let me know in the comments section below!

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Glowy & Dewy Skin

I feel like glowy and dewy skin is always on trend, but I feel like it’s more popular than ever this year. During Spring and Summer I’m hoping to recreate a subtle and ‘healthy-looking glow’ without looking with a sweaty shiny disco ball…

If you’re interested in reading more about cream & liquid beauty formulas, the lovely Jasmine Dowling has recently written a blog post all about it.

Any application tips welcome! 🙂

Image Sources: Emma Hoareau & Jasmine Dowling

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Lip Glosses

Ahhh I fondly remember when I used to wear lip-glosses all. the. time. as a tween, but I also remember the sticky feeling of catching my hair (when it was quite long) in the wind *face palm*… well it’s 2019, I’m a little older, and the lip gloss is back baby! Personally I think the hype officially began when the lush Hourglass Cosmetics launched their ‘Unreal High Shine Voluminzing lipgloss range’ earlier this year, which includes lots of pink and peachy tones, as well as some brighter and deeper tones for a pop of colour and some shimmery ones too… so basically my dream in one collection, hehehe! Likewise, some other ‘cult’ status beauty brands released similar collections including MAC Cosmetics ‘tinted lipglass’ formula, Marc Jacobs Beauty, and the limited edition NARS ‘multi-use gloss’…

Whilst I love the look and sound of these gorgeous new collections and can appreciate the quality (the Hourglass ingredient list includes hyaluronic acid, shea butter and avocado oil for instant hydration and long-wearing coverage) , I can’t quite justify spending $44 on a lipgloss. I am definitely a little envious of the beauty bloggers who were sent the entire collection and may have sighed a little when I watched their unboxing of this range on Insta Stories. Can you blame me?

However, don’t panic if, like me, this luxe lipgloss isn’t my your budget! I’ve found lots of pretty alternatives to try!

I was lucky enough to receive a mini sample of the Too Faced ‘Sweet Peach Creamy Peach Oil lip gloss’ in one of my Mecca Beauty Loop boxes earlier this year. The packaging is adorable (it has a cute little peach emoji on the lid) and they’re enriched with nourishing peach and coconut oils and vitamin E to soften and hydrate your lips. Not to mention the lovely gloss finish. They are priced $29 at Mecca in Aus.

Oh and Mecca Max is another slightly more budget friendly brand now available at Mecca, and they have a few lipgloss products including their ‘shimmer shot lip glitter’ which has caught my eye on their website, hehehe!

Priceline also have some amazing lip glosses including MCO Beauty which I’ve heard lots of amazing reviews about, Revlon (on of my faves!), NYX Professional, L’Oréal (another favourite of mine!) and Maybelline…

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Liquid & Cream Blushes

At the moment I typically own powder versions of most everyday makeup essentials like blush, highlighter, etc… however I adore all these lovely packaging and cream products being featured all over my Instagram feed over the past few months…

If you’re interested in reading more about cream & liquid beauty formulas, the lovely Jasmine Dowling has recently written a blog post all about it.

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Warm Toned Eyeshadow

Whether it’s bright yellow, rust orange, fushia pink or bronze – bright and colourful warm hues are taking over the neutral lids this season… are you a fan of this trend and/or would you try it?

Image Sources: GlossCo & Colour Pop Cosmetics & The Anna Edit

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“Blurred” Lip Stain

If you’d like to try a lip trend but aren’t keen on the gloss finish, you might prefer experimenting with the ‘blurred’ lip stain look instead.

Wondering how to recreate this look? I’ve heard great things about the Yves Saint Laurent ‘Rouge Pur Couture The Slim Matte Lipstick’ ($59 – I’m dreaming) and more affordable options including 3CE (3 Concept Eyes) lip products which is available in Australia through InnisFree (I think they’re around the $25 mark) and some mixed reviews about Revlon’s new lip tint called ‘Kiss Cloud’ Blotted Lip Colour which is available at Priceline for $15. Oh and the Mecca Max ‘Lip Whip’ ($25 at Mecca) is supposed to be great too!

If you’re interested in reading some step by step tutorials on how to recreate this beauty trend, I’d recommend this how-to article by Allure.

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Bold & Colourful Eyeliner

I’m yet to master the iconic black winged eyeliner, so I can’t say I’m in any hurry to try these colourful versions (mainly because I don’t trust my shaky hands, haha!). But I do love how it looks in this picture with minimal makeup and a sheer glossy lip. Oh and did you see those hairclips *heart eyes*…

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I hope you enjoyed this week’s beauty blog post! If you’d like to see more makeup related content on Daisy Chain Daydreams, let me know… 🙂

Share your favourite 2019 makeup trends in the comments!

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BEAUTY: 2019 Makeup Trends I’m Loving & How to Recreate Them… Hey lovelies! I'm very excited to share one of my 2019 makeup trends blog post with you today!

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If there’s a buzzy beauty product that everyone is talking...

If there’s a buzzy beauty product that everyone is talking about, you’d better believe I’m trying it out for myself. I regularly test out the latest cult beauty products to land on shelves because I want to see if they’re really worth the hype. And as a result, I’ve used my bathroom as the testing grounds to experiment with hundreds of cult beauty products over the years to see if they actually work.

Some have been disappointments. There’s a famous drugstore mascara I’d seen in dozens of articles (and in the makeup bags in plenty of insiders), but when I used in myself, it left a barely-there tint on my lashes that left me feeling pretty underwhelmed. On the other hand, there have been plenty of cult products I’ve loved so much that they’re now a part of my regular beauty routine—as well as those of friends and family I’ve recommended them to.

Ahead, I’m breaking down the cult beauty products that I’ve tested and love and believe truly deserve all the buzz. Go on to shop the holy-grail beauty products I stand behind, from most expensive to most affordable—including the $12 lip balm that never leaves my bag.

I’ve heard a lot of hype about this face cream over the last six months—A LOT—and was eager though somewhat skeptical to try it. But when Fiona Zanetti told me it was “literally a miracle in a bottle,” I knew I had to put it to the test. After months of using it at night, I can attest that it’s truly as transformative as people claim. My skin feels permanently hydrated, with a dewy finish and an even texture. When I moved to NYC a few years ago, my skin immediately started acting up. Desperate to fix it, I booked an appointment with an aesthetician. During the facial, they used Biologique Recherche products, and when I walked out, my skin was glowing. I bought P50 on the spot and have been a devotee ever since. The toner-like formula keeps my skin in balance like nothing else I’ve ever tried. In the cluttered world of skincare products promising to make you look younger overnight, it’s hard to know what you should actually be using, but there’s a reason the C E Ferulic serum from SkinCeuticals has earned cult status. Stocked with vitamin C, it really, truly brightens up the complexion and reverses lines with regular use. When I need a boost of hydration, nothing restores my skin like the facial treatment essence from SK-II. Whenever my skin is feeling dull, I turn to these alpha-beta peels from Dr. Dennis Gross. They make my skin feel refreshed and return its glow. I love these so much I’ve been using them since high school. Celebrity facialist Shani Darden (who sees stars like Rosie Huntington-Whiteley and Laura Harrier) has her own line of products, and they’re seriously epic. I had struggled to find a vitamin A product that worked for me, since most left my skin red or peeling, but that all changed after I tried her Resurface retinol reform. It delivers all of the perks of a retinol without the unpleasant side effects. This candle from Byredo is supposed to mimic the scent of a library filled with old leather-bound books. I know, I know—that sounds kind of bizarre, but it’s truly the most heavenly candle, with a scent that’s warm and velvety. Take a scroll through Instagram and you’re sure to spot these candles. Wait, $70 for a concealer? Yes, it’s pricey. But it’s also the best concealer I’ve ever tried. Celebs swear by this foundation for the red carpet, as do I for an evening out. There’s no question that Dior’s Diorshow mascara has a cult following, and I’m especially obsessed with the blackout formula that’s darker than the regular color. I know, I know, deodorant isn’t the most exciting beauty purchase you can make. But let me tell you, this is one of the best products I’ve ever purchased. Not only do I love the scent, but it’s the best antiperspirant I’ve ever tried. One of the best-selling blushes on the market—and famous for its name. I swear by this perfect pink color. It’s incredible what a difference curled lashes make. They open up the eyes and instantly make me look more awake—and this curler is the very best. For years, I didn’t realize how Beautyblenders were supposed to work. (Pro tip: Dip them in warm water before using.) Since I figured out how to use them the correct way, they’ve become indispensable as a way to diffuse makeup I’m applying. While I’m always experimenting with lipstick shades, MAC’s Ruby Woo remains one of the most iconic colors I constantly return to. The formula is super matte, so the red won’t budge from your lips. I always stock this at home and refuse to travel without it. It’s a micellar water that removes makeup without water, which is why you’ll always find it backstage at fashion shows. Elnett hair spray is something I first discovered in the kits of talented hairstylists I was working with. What I love is that it leaves a flexible hold, meaning it isn’t too stiff, so you can still run your fingers through your hair. With 1540 reviews on Glossier’s website, there’s no doubting the fact that this lip balm is popular. I’ve been using it for years, and it’s something I always carry in my bag. Believe it or not, my dad actually introduced me to this cleanser. He has sensitive skin like I do, and this is the one of the most gentle formulas around.

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If there’s a buzzy beauty product that everyone is talking about, you’d better believe I’m trying it out for myself. I regularly test out the latest cult beauty products to land on shelves because I want to see if they’re really worth the hype. And as a result, I’ve used my bathroom as the testing grounds to experiment with hundreds of cult beauty products over the years to see if they actually work. Some have been disappointments. There’s a famous drugstore mascara I’d seen in dozens of articles (and in the makeup bags in plenty of insiders), but when I used in myself, it left a barely-there tint on my lashes that left me feeling pretty underwhelmed. On the other hand, there have been plenty of cult products I’ve loved so much that they’re now a part of my regular beauty routine—as well as those of friends and family I’ve recommended them to. Ahead, I’m breaking down the cult beauty products that I’ve tested and love and believe truly deserve all the buzz. Go on to shop the holy-grail beauty products I stand behind, from most expensive to most affordable—including the $12 lip balm that never leaves my bag. I’ve heard a lot of hype about this face cream over the last six months—A LOT—and was eager though somewhat skeptical to try it. But when Fiona Zanetti told me it was “literally a miracle in a bottle,” I knew I had to put it to the test. After months of using it at night, I can attest that it’s truly as transformative as people claim. My skin feels permanently hydrated, with a dewy finish and an even texture. When I moved to NYC a few years ago, my skin immediately started acting up. Desperate to fix it, I booked an appointment with an aesthetician. During the facial, they used Biologique Recherche products, and when I walked out, my skin was glowing. I bought P50 on the spot and have been a devotee ever since. The toner-like formula keeps my skin in balance like nothing else I’ve ever tried. In the cluttered world of skincare products promising to make you look younger overnight, it’s hard to know what you should actually be using, but there’s a reason the C E Ferulic serum from SkinCeuticals has earned cult status. Stocked with vitamin C, it really, truly brightens up the complexion and reverses lines with regular use. When I need a boost of hydration, nothing restores my skin like the facial treatment essence from SK-II. Whenever my skin is feeling dull, I turn to these alpha-beta peels from Dr. Dennis Gross. They make my skin feel refreshed and return its glow. I love these so much I’ve been using them since high school. Celebrity facialist Shani Darden (who sees stars like Rosie Huntington-Whiteley and Laura Harrier) has her own line of products, and they’re seriously epic. I had struggled to find a vitamin A product that worked for me, since most left my skin red or peeling, but that all changed after I tried her Resurface retinol reform. It delivers all of the perks of a retinol without the unpleasant side effects. This candle from Byredo is supposed to mimic the scent of a library filled with old leather-bound books. I know, I know—that sounds kind of bizarre, but it’s truly the most heavenly candle, with a scent that’s warm and velvety. Take a scroll through Instagram and you’re sure to spot these candles. Wait, $70 for a concealer? Yes, it’s pricey. But it’s also the best concealer I’ve ever tried. Celebs swear by this foundation for the red carpet, as do I for an evening out. There’s no question that Dior’s Diorshow mascara has a cult following, and I’m especially obsessed with the blackout formula that’s darker than the regular color. I know, I know, deodorant isn’t the most exciting beauty purchase you can make. But let me tell you, this is one of the best products I’ve ever purchased. Not only do I love the scent, but it’s the best antiperspirant I’ve ever tried. One of the best-selling blushes on the market—and famous for its name. I swear by this perfect pink color. It’s incredible what a difference curled lashes make. They open up the eyes and instantly make me look more awake—and this curler is the very best. For years, I didn’t realize how Beautyblenders were supposed to work. (Pro tip: Dip them in warm water before using.) Since I figured out how to use them the correct way, they’ve become indispensable as a way to diffuse makeup I’m applying. While I’m always experimenting with lipstick shades, MAC’s Ruby Woo remains one of the most iconic colors I constantly return to. The formula is super matte, so the red won’t budge from your lips. I always stock this at home and refuse to travel without it. It’s a micellar water that removes makeup without water, which is why you’ll always find it backstage at fashion shows. Elnett hair spray is something I first discovered in the kits of talented hairstylists I was working with. What I love is that it leaves a flexible hold, meaning it isn’t too stiff, so you can still run your fingers through your hair. With 1540 reviews on Glossier’s website, there’s no doubting the fact that this lip balm is popular. I’ve been using it for years, and it’s something I always carry in my bag. Believe it or not, my dad actually introduced me to this cleanser. He has sensitive skin like I do, and this is the one of the most gentle formulas around.

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Is Timeless 20% C+E+Ferulic Acid Serum The Most Powerful Vitamin C Serum Out There?

It happens. Every. Single. Time.

Whenever I review a Vitamin C serum, inevitably someone asks, “how does it compare to Timeless 20% C+E+Ferulic Acid Serum?”

Short answer: it’s great dupe for pricier options like Skinceuticals CE Ferulic and Paula’s Choice C15 Booster. But the super high Vitamin C content makes me think twice before recommending it to everyone.

Long answer: read the review below.

Key Ingredients In Timeless 20% C+E+Ferulic Acid Serum

L-Ascorbic Acid (Vitamin C)

L-Ascorbic Acid is the pure form of vitamin C, a powerful antioxidant that:

If you’re serious about antiaging, you need this baby in your skincare routine. But be careful! L-Ascorbic Acid has a couple of side effects you should be aware of:

Unstable: It goes bad quickly when exposed to light and air. Timeless guarantees its effectiveness for only 3 months. Buy it only when you’re ready to use it daily. If the serum has turned brown, it’s too late. It’s useless. Throw it away!

Irritation: High concentrations of L-Ascorbic Acid – especially at the low pH (below 3) it needs to work its magic – can irritate skin, especially if it’s sensitive.

Irritation is the reason why I don’t recommend Timeless 20% C+E+Ferulic Acid Serum to just anyone. I have clients who can use 15% Vitamin C without problems, but the second they up their dose, their skin turns into a red, flaky mess.

The trick to using Vitamin C is to start small. Begin with a 10% concentration, move on to 15% and then upgrade to 20+% doses. Even then, if your skin is sensitive, it may not like anything above 10-15%.

Both Skinceuticals CE Ferulic and Paula’s Choice C15 Booster use 15% Ascorbic Acid. For most people, that’s more than enough. But if your skin can take the extra load and you’d like to save some $$$, Timeless 20% C+E+Ferulic Acid Serum is a great step forward.

P.S. Timeless has packaged the serum in a blue dark bottle that keeps it safe from light. But air can still get through and spoil the formula whenever you open the bottle (it has a pump dispenser). Unfortunately, it’s rare to find a Vitamin C serum that doesn’t use this type of packaging, so use yours quickly!

Related: My Vitamin C Serum Has Turned Brown! Can I Still Use It?

VITAMIN E AND FERULIC ACID

Vitamin C is an antiaging superstar, but that doesn’t mean it should play alone. Studies show it works even better when paired with fellow antioxidants Vitamin E and Ferulic acid.

Ferulic acid itself is an antioxidant on steroids. While most antioxidants only destroy one type of free radicals (that’s why I always say, the more the merrier), ferulic acid fights THREE different types on its own! How cool is that?

But it’s when paired with Vitamin C that Ferulic acid (and Vitamin E) really shines. Here’s what they do together:

They boost one another’s effectiveness (they don’t become ineffective as quickly as they would on their own)

They enhance your sunscreen’s protection, helping you fight sun damage and premature wrinkles

Whatever Vitamin C serum you go for, make sure these two are in it, too.

Related: Why You Should Add Ferulic Acid To Your Skincare Routine

Sodium Hyaluronate

Sodium Hyaluronate is a form of Hyaluronic Acid, a moisture magnet on steroids.

Hyaluronic Acid attracts moisture into the skin and binds it there. It’s so powerful, it can hold up to 1000 times its weight in water!

All that extra moisture plumps up your skin, makes it softer and gives it a dewy glow.

Related: Skinceuticals CE Ferulic VS Timeless 20% Vitamin C Serum: Which One Is Better?

Let’s Put It To The Test: Personal Use & Opinion

Timeless 20% C+E+Ferulic Acid Serum has a lightweight liquidy, slightly oily (blame it on the Vitamin E) texture that sinks in almost immediately.

The scent isn’t the best. Timeless didn’t add any fragrance, so what you’re smelling is the ingredients. Let’s just say Ferulic acid doesn’t exactly smell of roses! But if you can get past that, the results are worth it.

Let’s be honest here: even the best antiaging ingredients won’t boost your collagen or fade away your dark spots overnight. That’s why I’ve been using Vitamin C every day in my skincare routine for the past 10 years.

As my skin is used to Vitamin C, Timeless 20% C+E+Ferulic Acid Serum simply maintained the status quo. It keeps my skin firmer and my complexion glowing.

If you’re newer to Vitamin C, you’ll see a bigger improvement – at least in terms of brightness – fairly quickly. Keep using it consistently and it’ll improve the texture of your skin and help you age more slowly.

I can’t imagine doing without my daily fix now.

Available at: $25.95/£21.54 at Yes Style

Timeless 20% C+E+Ferulic Acid Serum has a lightweight, fast-absorbing texture that brightens the skin tone, boosts collagen and helps prevent premature wrinkles. But the high concentration of Vitamin C can irritate sensitive skin.

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PRO

Lightweight, fast-absorbing texture

Helps prevent premature aging

Brightens the complexion and fades away dark spots

CON

High concentration of Vitamin C can irritate sensitive skin

Spoils quickly

9.3 4.625 5

OVERALL SCORE

Have you tried Timeless 20% C+E+Ferulic Acid Serum? Share your experience in the comments below.

Ingredients: Water, Ethoxydiglycol, L-Ascorbic Acid, Propylene Glycol, Alpha Tocopherol, Polysorbate 80, Panthenol, Ferulic Acid, Sodium Hyaluronate, Benzylalcohol, Dehydroacetic Acid.

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