#Her makeup is always so bold and vibrant

[white-cat-of-doom]

A makeup timelapse video from Josie Harbertson as Sillabub.

Cast 15 of the Oasis of the Seas, 02 August 2024.

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Darkest Desire

Based off of this nonnie request! It’s a bit scarier than intended and I do apologise for that teehee. There’s also no smut…

Blurb: With a group of friends you visit the local Halloween Scare walk, an event that is hosted annually out in the creepy plaines of Hawkins and whilst it’s masks on for the locals, it’s very much masks off for the scare actors…

Pairing: Scare Actor!Eddie x Reader

Warnings: 18+, the holiday of Halloween is mentioned, talk of blood/gore, faux blades/knives, cursing, reader is referred to as girl, use of pet names, degrading, praising, stalking (cat&mouse), sly/cocky and slightly mean!Eddie. Characters are all 20+

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divider by @reveriesources

Crunchy dry blood orange leaves litter the earth and frost tainted wind nips at your nose and cheeks. The squeals of excited children racing by your costume clad frame fills your ears with immense joy and you giggle airily as they launch themselves into one another. Racing toward the brightly lit luminescent funfair games in hopes of winning a stuffed animal or a goldfish in a bag.

Their parents lug behind them, their attire consisting of some makeshift costume they had thrown together at the last minute in hopes of pleasing their tiny humans and earning themselves a quiet car ride without any tantrums or fuss.

Your group, on the other hand, weren’t here for the childish and conning games. You were all here for the Scare Walk.

You hadn’t agreed on a coherent group costume so it was a pick and mix of totally different genres and ideas and from an outside perspective it was abundantly clear that there was no communication on the matter whatsoever.

Steve was dressed as the main character from Nightmare On Elm Street, Freddy Kruger. Nancy clearly had helped with the makeup aspect of the costume assemble but everything else screamed Harrington. He cropped the stripped knitted jumper to better suit his athletic frame and his hair was still very much classic Steve.

Robin had taken a whole new approach, dressing up as the colourful Rubik’s Cube puzzle toy. Deriving inspiration from the colourful squares she wore a long black jumpsuit covered in humongous reflective and vibrant square sequins. She more resembled a neon glitter ball, but you gave her the benefit of the doubt.

Nancy’s body was hugged by a khaki green boiler suit that had the long legs cut off and on her back she wore a black backpack with some DIY altercations made to it. She has begged Mike to help her create her costume, and that’s how she ended up dressed as a Ghostbuster, putting a strong feminine spin on the male dominated film. You hadn’t expected anything less from Nance, she was always looking for ways to empower women and her costume made you smile. Proud.

Jonathan had chosen a much whackier costume to better fit with his personality. The pungent smell of weed radiating from his body only complimented the fluorescent green costume he was wearing and the radioactive orange bandana blindfolded over his eyes. He had opted for the beloved character from the children’s series Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles’, Michelangelo. Which shouldn’t have surprised you— but it did.

And finally, you had chosen something distinctively different from your friends. You had made the bold choice to go as a flapper girl from the 1920’s, inspired by Fitzgeralds novel The Great Gatsby. It was a bold move because you paired the costume with kitten heels and although they were small you knew by the end of the night your feet would be crying out for rest. It is a Scare Walk after all. Your body was adorned by glitter and lace and the fringe of your dress tickled at the exposed skin of your legs.

It was a bit chilly tonight, but you were having too much of a ball to really hone in and pay attention to the sharp gusts of wind. Steve and Robin were arguing over whose costume was more original and whilst Robin’s was, Steve always somehow managed to argue himself into being ‘right’.

“Talk to me when you have hand sewn a bazillion sequins onto something and not just took a pair of shears to a ratty old sweater.” Robin remarks with a smirk, crossing her arms over her chest and marching ahead of Steve.

“Hey! I’ll have you know that it was surprisingly difficult to cut this thing into a straight line— and it isn’t ratty or old, I literally bought it like two days ago.” Steve fires back with a squinted gaze as he follows closely behind Robin’s reflective beacon of light that seems to lead us through the dimness. Nancy grumbles inwardly to herself.

“Can you two stop bickering like babies? We’re here to have fun! So let’s go and do that!” She hooks her arm with yours, charging forward, “I heard that some people from campus are working here this year. I don’t know what they’re doing but isn’t that exciting? We might bump into them!” You admired how Nancy could make a good situation out of everything, however you didn’t quite share her enthusiasm for meeting people you already knew. Nancy was all about making and strengthening connections whereas you wanted to just have fun— judgement free.

And now that you knew that your peers were watching your every move you couldn’t help but feel your confidence shrink slightly and your words clam up. Dying in your throat before they could ever be heard aloud.

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The walk started off relatively slow and rather boring. You kept mistaking your dress tickling your calf’s as insects running up the skin of your legs and Robin would giggle at the way your head was constantly shooting downward.

“You seem awfully jittery— is someone scared already?” She taunts, wiggling her eyebrows at you and grinning widely as she did.

You scoff in response, “Please. I’m nearly dozing off back here.”

An eerie dark silence falls over the group and the golden haze from the spooky funfair starts to fade into the background behind you as you venture further and deeper into the doom and gloom of night fall.

The smell of sweet popcorn no longer lingers in the hairs of your nostrils and a sinister chill runs down the back of your spine; like fingers tickling your bare skin.

“Are we sure we are sticking to the trail? It’s getting pretty dark out here— OH MY FUCKING GOD!!” Two little girls dressed in bloody dresses and horrifying makeup charge toward you from a nearby hidden brush. Their eyes glow a disturbing shade of white and they hold faux knives that still look devilishly real. You stumble backwards, nearly collapsing from shock however before you could fall to the ground you feel a hard body hit your back which makes you scream out in terror.

The figure laughs at you, jeering and sharp as you whip around to meet him and your hand is quick to find your chest. Your fingers claw at the fabric of your dress and you fist the fabric with a shaky grip. You’re panting, struggling for breath and the skull painted face looms over you for a moment too long; cocking his head to the side as he examines your costume.

That’s when you realise something. Something that you immediately recognised as a dark secret. A dark desire that should be kept hidden.

As his onyx orbs gleam and glare down at you, you feel a wave of heat feather your cold skin. Your core pulses between your thighs and your mouth hangs open in dreadful clarity; you were fucking turned on by this.

His chiselled face is painted to resemble a bare skull. White with inky dark circles that deepen his eye sockets and his cheekbones are defined with thick blended shadowy lines. His lips are painted black to match his contours and he has hand drawn on a stretched toothy smile and an empty nose cavity.

He doesn’t speak a single word.

He just stares at you. Almost as if he is furious with you.

And before long he drags himself away from you, like the simple task is deemed painful and impossible for him.

His torso is dressed in a fitted white button down shirt which is rolled up to his elbows and it exposes his tattooed forearms. On his legs he wears a simple but professional pair of black trousers paired with black suspenders that sling over his shoulders. On his feet he has combat boots supporting his ankles and some sort of padded device strapped around the joint of his knees.

You gawk at him as he skates across the concrete on his knees at an alarmingly fast rate toward another group of poor people; leaving sparks of light in his dust as they squirm and scream. Some of them even go as far to sprint off into the darkness away from him; which leaves the masked man cackling darkly and running after them.

“Holy shit! I had no idea he would be working here this year!” Steve slaps the palm of his hand onto your shoulder as he chuckles heavily and you pull away from him confused and slightly annoyed.

“Who is ‘he’ and how do you know him?” Steve’s laughter dies out slowly and his hands come to rest on his hips. A stance that he did often. The rest of the gang come to join you with curious expressions on their faces.

“Seriously? You don’t recognise him?” There’s a pause as you shake your head ‘no’ and Steve rolls his amber eyes dramatically, “That’s Eddie Munson, dipshit. He’s always smoking weed out in the courtyard on campus? Playing with the fire from the benson burner during chemistry— is this ringing any bells?” You shrug, crossing your arms defensively over your chest.

Is Eddie Munson someone you should know about?

“He has long, curly hair— not better than mine but hey, it’s definitely up there.” Steve’s hand smooths over his slicked back hair that is thick with gel and you laugh, now being able to form an image of Eddie in your mind.

“Ohh, the metal head? He sometimes walks around with his guitar slung over his back?” You reply as you begin to walk off after realising that you have all come to a stand still— and partially because you want to see Eddie again.

“Yeah! He is wicked with a guitar! I’ve seen him play.” Robin chirps from your left and Nancy hums on your right.

“He is pretty good.” Jonathan speaks through a mouthful of candy and you try to disguise your disgust as you unfortunately get a glimpse of the food on his tongue.

“Right…” is all you quietly reply as your eyes scan the bluish darkness. You can hear an owl hooting off in the distance and if it weren’t for the jump scares waiting for you, you would find this promenade quite peaceful.

Crickets whisper conversations from the tall blades of grass and you can see lanterns dotted up ahead of you. They cast ghoulish shadows all around the dirt path and your head twitches from side to side— trying to catch any of the silhouettes moving.

But they don’t.

You have strayed further ahead of the group, their voices hitting your ears in the form of muffled sounds but you don’t bother to wait on them. They are too busy laughing and booing at some of the scare actors whereas your heart is still palpitating at a ridiculous rate from the last scare.

Some of the actors were so gruesomely scary that you felt transported into your favourite slasher films whereas the others were just looming and ominous— more human. Humans are the scariest creatures after all. You fear your own kind in opposition to the unknown.

That’s why when the familiar skull skates over to you on his knees, you freeze this time. No fight or flight; just freeze. Your mouth gaping wide as his nose nearly brushes yours.

“Eddie.” His name is a breathless squeeze from your lungs as it leaves your mouth. You have to say his name aloud in order to ground your thundering heart. Were you excited or frightened? Maybe it was a mixture of both.

Whatever it was, the man stood in front of you wasn’t best pleased. His eyes narrow into irritated slits and his fingers toy with a piece of your hair— twirling it before yanking on it playfully.

Steve, Nancy, Robin and Jonathan all sprint past you in urgency. They screaming until their throats run raw as a deranged man with a faux chainsaw chases after them. Hot on their heels.

You and Eddie go unnoticed by them… and now…

Now you feel afraid.

“Y’know you aren’t supposed to address the actors personally, right?” He sneers through a tight jaw.

“He speaks.” You quip back sassily and Eddie huffs a distorted laugh.

“I’ve seen you around campus— even prettier up close. It’s a shame your attitude ruins that.” He circles you like a shark in water and you follow him. Twirling around makes you dizzy but Eddie’s chuckle makes your dizzier.

“Like a little lost lamb.” He coos, “Where are your cronies? Seems they’ve ditched.” His glove clad knuckle grazes your cheek and you flinch away from his soft touch. Taking a few steps back you widen the close distance between the two of you.

This causes Eddie to grin hugely; showing all of his teeth as he did.

“What? Don’t tell me you’re scared now?” He prowls toward you however you are quick to match every one of his steps. He takes a stride forward? You take a step back.

“You could run away if you wanted… but that’ll only entice me more. Didn’t they tell you? I love the chase.” His voice is a low animalistic growl and you couldn’t understand if this was Eddie or his character talking to you. Was this all an act or was he genuinely this menacing?

“I thought you actors weren’t supposed to get this close to the public…” You hunch your shoulders upward toward your ears as you cower away from his stalky frame and he stares through you; the gears in his head turning.

You shift on the balls of your feet uncomfortably and your skin blazes beneath his intense gaze.

“You’re blushing.” He says matter of factly and suddenly you feel the need to straighten your posture and try to get as far from him as possible.

“I am not.” The lie is pathetic as it meets the frosted air and Eddie smiles eerily.

“It’s the makeup, isn’t it? You like the makeup.” His head strains back on his neck as he lets out a loud laugh, “Fuck— that’s pathetic. You must be into some really weird shit.”

“I- that’s absurd!! I have no idea what you’re talking about!” You squeal and slink your arms around your torso. Partially because you were cold but also to be protective and assertive of yourself, “You don’t even know me—“ Eddie interjects, his finger tapping impatiently against his painted lips.

“Shhhh.” You feel the soft grain of his leather gloves as they tickle your skin and Eddie’s hands fully embrace your bare shoulders, “It’s okay— I like your costume too, I suppose.” He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, “I mean, it’s a bit outdated and boring but hey, you look good.” He flashes you a teasing wink that is nearly enough to make your lungs implode with lack of oxygen.

“Goodbye, Munson.” You swivel on your kitten heels and briskly find the frozen dirt path again. Your head involuntarily looks over your shoulder, trying to catch sight of Eddie one last time as you leave him behind but to your total disadvantage the metal head was no longer standing where you had left him.

He too, had taken off.

And unbeknownst to you, you had just pressed play on one of Eddie Munson’s all time favourite games; Cat and mouse.

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It was getting later and later with every passing second and you couldn’t find your friends anywhere. You had last seen them run off whilst laughing and screaming in total horror but you hadn’t seen them since.

Had they actually ditched you and went home?

Once the thought infiltrated your psyche you contemplated on cutting the scare walk short and heading back to the funfair to search for them. However, going back meant that you had to go alone and there was something devilish about that.

To your left, through a thick canvas of sweetgum trees you can hear the owl again. Hooting softly— a sound that should calm your nerves but instead it tugs on them viciously. It’s more like an emergency siren warning you. A sign for you to run and to never look back.

A man made whistle slices through the chirping of the birds and it cuts at your skin like the edge of a blade. You look left and right, frantically dancing in circles as you try to determine where it’s coming from; but you are met with nothingness.

“Eddie, if that’s you then cut it out! This isn’t funny!” Your fingernails pinch at your skin as you begin to walk panicked in the opposite direction. Never paying attention to what’s in front of you, your gaze always trailing off to the side and behind you.

That’s when you see him— the skull peering at you from a dark line of trees in the distance. Your feet come to a staggering stop as you eye him. Was your mind playing tricks on you? Was Eddie really staring back at you or were you deluding yourself?

You swallow thickly, your mouth dry as you watch him emerge from the greenery. Before your brain can compute what your body is doing you are running; charging into the fullness of the forest.

Tree branches whip and rip at your skin, causing it to redden and sting. You wince but you continue soldiering on, your shoulders barge through sticks and nettles and thorns.

Your mind had convinced you that this was real. That you were being chased by a psycho.

“Hey— hey, stop!! It’s okay! Wait—“ Eddie is close behind you, crunching twigs beneath his boots but you are quicker than he is; more frightened and resilient to get as far from him as possible. For your own safety.

“Sweetheart! Stop!” You can hear him getting frustrated as he trudges through the cluttered landscape but you can see lights shining in front of you, just up ahead, and it causes you to force your legs to quicken. Desperate to reach there.

But just before you explode onto the funfair grounds your legs give way beneath you and you crash to the ground. The palms of your hands scrape against the jagged forest floor and your dress rips against a spiked log. You thought this shit only happened in the movies— but tonight you were proven wrong.

You look behind you and your eyes well up with tears of both pure adrenaline and fear at Eddie propelling himself toward you.

You bring up your hands around your head to protect yourself as you shrink back onto the floor, over the fact that your hair is full of pine needles and your knees are scraped and bleeding.

Eddie crouches by your side, a deep frown on his face and worry in his eyes.

“Hey, sweet girl, you’re okay…” Eddie bites off his leather gloves and throws them to the soft earth. He is gentle to pry your cold hands away from your muddied face and he hisses quietly at the temperature of your skin compared to his. He examines the palms of your hands tenderly, “Ouch… this must hurt. What were you thinking?”

Your foolishness almost causes Eddie to laugh, but after witnessing the genuine anxiety plaguing your features he decides not to.

“It was too real.” You blubber, letting out a dampened sob and Eddie’s heart pangs with guilt and sorrow, “I couldn’t find anyone and… and I saw you and I just couldn’t think of anything else…”

“I’m sorry, love. C’mere, let me help you up.” Eddie is crouched down, his knees bent as he braces himself in front of your shaking frame. He outstretches his hands toward you and you take them hesitantly.

Thanks to Eddie’s strength he pulls your weak body up to meet his with ease and he hold you against his chest. Breathing softly as he tries to calm your laboured and nervous breaths.

“I really am sorry… it’s just me, ‘Kay? I’m not gonna hurt you. I promise.” He peppers comforting pecks into your hair and your nails claw at the back of his shirt, “It must’ve been pretty scary; being out there all alone with me.”

You nod, your mind finally calming at the sound of his lulling and gentle voice.

“I do like the makeup.” Your confession is meek and muffled against his chest, “I think there must be something wrong with me.” You laugh, managing to pull away his chest and look at him much more confidently now.

“Not at all,” Eddie grins, “I think it’s quite the opposite, actually. Very normal— it might even be considered vanilla to some people out there.” Although you have removed yourself from the skull painted man’s chest, the closeness between the both of you remains the same.

The truth was; Eddie had always admired you. Your intelligence and your cunning. You were beautiful, which was the cherry on top of your infectiously bright personality. He had noticed you at the beginning of the academic year and he was too chicken to talk to you. You both were connected through Steve but Steve never really paid attention to Eddie’s longing and begging looks toward you.

But Steve didn’t have to say anything. Not anymore. Because you could see it for yourself. You could see beneath the intricate paint on his face that Eddie felt something for you. You weren’t sure what it was; lust, a crush or plain friendship but you could see it. Feel it.

“You must think I’m a total freak.”

“You have no idea who you’re talking to, sweetheart. I am the biggest freak to have ever lived.” Eddie lets out a giddy chuckle and his hands continue to rest lightly around your body. You welcome his lingering touch and his nearness. It felt familiar. Nice.

“We both look like weirdos standing out here in the dark.” Your eyes scan around the auburn horizon of tall trees and a soft smile rests on your smudged lipstick covered lips, “People are going to think we’ve been up to no good.”

Eddie smiles, his hand coming to stroke your cheek gently and tuck some of your rouge hair behind your ear, “With how windswept your hair is, I wouldn’t be surprised.”

You both stand there, the air is clouded with electrifying tension and you can’t think of anything else other than how badly you want him to kiss you.

“I wanna take you out… on a date.” His hands cup your face, “When I’m not this caricature. I’ll just be me and you will be you. You won’t have to run from me…” His cold nose brushes the tip of yours, “I won’t have to chase you.” You can smell mint and nicotine on his breath and you have never been more intoxicated by anything in your entire life.

“What’d ya say, sweet girl? Let me take you somewhere nice so I can kiss you properly at the end of the night?” There is a slight desperation to his voice and you bite your lip to suppress a wide smile.

“I’d like you to chase me, Eddie. Chase me with daisies and a boombox and your guitar. You won’t have to run after me for long…” You are dangerously close to him now, your breath quickening as you press a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. It takes every ounce of self control not to eat his entire mouth with yours, “Take me anywhere. As long as it’s with you.”

“I will.” He promises.

“And kiss me at the end of the night?” You are desperate yourself now, your eyes sparkling with moonlight as you look up into his shadowy hues.

“I will.” He strokes your hair so delicately; like you are the most precious thing he has ever handled, “I promise.”

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Whispers of the Heart Dracule Mihawk x Fm! Reader (Part 7)

I do not own the artwork its by: @xuchuan25 Tell them they're amazing y'all!

Part 2 of the lore today, 06/06/2024. Upon popular DM request the reader is also Caribbean and Mihawk will additionally speak spanish.

Backstory:

You've been Dracule Mihawk's personal maid and housekeeper for what feels like an eternity. Let's cut to the chase – you're a badass, sweetheart. Sexy, cool, and confident, with a reputation that precedes you. Been friends with the stoic man for eons by now.

Everyone knows you or knows of you, and it's not just because you keep Mihawk's castle running like a well-oiled machine.

So what happens when you develop feelings for your old friend and boss?

What does he do when he comes home to find you in his room without your panties?

___________________Chapter 7: First Meetings____________________

Summary:

The story of how a younger you was introduced to Mihawk by Shanks and Buggy. Everyone is in their mid to late teens in this.

Buggy was a lively and flamboyant teenager, already beginning to experiment with the clown makeup that would become his signature look. His bright blue hair was unruly, sticking out in all directions, adding to his eccentric appearance. He often sported bold, red lipstick, and other bits of flashy make up. (Initially to compliment as a joke but quickly becoming a part of his identity.) Buggy's eyes were sharp and mischievous, always looking for the next adventure or prank. His bond with [Name] was special; she was one of the few who could handle his antics, often stealing his lipstick, leading to playful arguments and deepening their camaraderie.

Shanks was growing into a charismatic and charming young man, with a carefree attitude that endeared him to many. His red hair was beginning to grow out, often tousled and windblown, adding to his roguish charm. Recently, he had started to grow some scruff, which [Name] never failed to tease him about, calling him "scruffy" or "fuzzy." His attire was casual and practical, usually consisting of a simple shirt, trousers, and a long coat. Shanks’ eyes sparkled with a sense of adventure and mischief, always ready for the next big thing. Despite his playful nature, he had a deep sense of loyalty and cared deeply for his friends, especially Buggy and [Name].

[Name] was blossoming into a beautiful young Caribbean woman, with a grace and strength that drew the attention of many. Her skin had a warm, sun-kissed glow, and her eyes were full of determination and kindness. She wore her hair in a variety of styles, often adorned with golden beads or shells that reflected her vibrant culture. Her attire was practical yet elegant, often consisting of breezy, colorful dresses or fitted pants and tops that allowed her to move freely. As more people began to notice her beauty, she started to wear a mask and cloak in public to avoid unwanted attention and to keep a low profile. [Name] had a strong, nurturing presence, always looking out for her friends and those in need.

--------------- The young Hawk and Empress------------------

The bustling market was alive with the sounds of vendors calling out their wares, the clink of coins, and the chatter of people going about their business. It was a busy afternoon, and you were navigating through the crowded streets, searching for any signs or leads that could point you toward the man who took baby Ace. The scents of exotic spices and freshly baked goods filled the air, making your stomach growl in response.

“Muneca-chan, over here!” Buggy’s voice rang out above the noise, his tone playful and teasing as always. You spotted his bright blue hair bobbing above the crowd and made your way toward him.

“Sunflower!” Shanks called out from another direction, his red hair standing out like a beacon. He was grinning widely, holding up a shiny apple he had just bought from a vendor.

You smiled at their antics, feeling a warmth in your chest. Despite everything, their presence was a constant comfort. You reached Buggy first, who immediately pulled you into a bear hug, nearly lifting you off your feet.

“Buggy, I need to breathe!” you laughed, pushing at his shoulders.

“Sorry, Muneca-chan,” he said, setting you down but keeping an arm around your shoulders. “We’ve got something to show you.”

Shanks approached, tossing you the apple. “Eat up, Sunflower. You’ll need your strength.”

You caught the apple and took a bite, savoring the sweet taste. “What’s so important that you dragged me to this town?”

Shanks and Buggy exchanged glances, a mischievous glint in their eyes. “We’ve got someone you need to meet,” Shanks said, his grin widening.

“Follow us,” Buggy added, leading the way through the throng of people.

They guided you to a quieter part of the market, where a tall young man with striking golden eyes and a large sword strapped to his back stood, seemingly unaffected by the chaos around him. His gaze was intense, observing everything with a calm, analytical air.

“Mihawk!” Shanks called out, waving. “Over here!”

The man turned his head, his eyes locking onto you. There was a moment of silence as he took you in, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. There was something about him that commanded attention.

“Mihawk, this is [Name],” Shanks introduced, clapping a hand on the man’s shoulder. “She’s the one leading our little mission.”

Mihawk extended a hand, and you shook it, feeling the strength in his grip. “Nice to meet you, Mihawk.”

“Likewise,” he replied, his voice steady. “Shanks has told me a lot about you.”

“All good things, I hope,” you said, smiling.

“Mostly,” Mihawk said, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

The initial meeting didn't go as smoothly as Shanks and Buggy had hoped. Mihawk’s intense, almost aloof demeanor clashed with your fiery determination. The tension was palpable as you discussed plans, Mihawk’s questions coming off as more critical than curious.

“We’re looking for Vice-Admiral Garp,” Shanks lied smoothly, not wanting to reveal too much to Mihawk just yet. “He’s our best lead.”

Mihawk raised an eyebrow. “Garp? Why would a Vice-Admiral be interested in your affairs?”

You felt your frustration building, especially when Mihawk's questions turned into teasing jabs about your abilities and motivations. “Maybe he’s interested because we’re capable of things you can’t even imagine,” you snapped.

Mihawk’s smirk widened. “Is that so? Care to demonstrate?”

Before you knew it, you had snatched Yoru from Mihawk’s back, its weight surprising you but not deterring you. You pointed the massive blade at him, your eyes blazing with anger. “Do you think this is a joke? We’re not here to play games, Mihawk.”

For a moment, Mihawk’s golden eyes widened in genuine surprise. But then, a slow, dangerous smile spread across his face. “I didn’t expect you to have such fire, [Name].”

Shanks and Buggy, realizing things were escalating, stepped in quickly. “Alright, everyone, calm down,” Shanks said, placing a hand on Mihawk’s shoulder while Buggy tried to gently pry Yoru from your grip.

“Muneca-chan, relax,” Buggy urged. “We’re all on the same side here.”

You reluctantly let go of Yoru, feeling the anger simmering beneath the surface. Mihawk took his sword back, his gaze never leaving yours. There was a new respect there, but also a hint of amusement.

“Let’s try to work together,” Shanks suggested, his tone placating. “We have a common goal, after all.”

Mihawk nodded slowly. “Very well. But remember, [Name], strength comes in many forms. Let’s see if you can live up to your reputation.”

The tension eased slightly, but the underlying friction remained. Perhaps, in time, you would find a way to trust each other. But for now, the uneasy alliance would have to suffice.

As the group moved through the bustling market, you noticed a group of young children playing a game of pirates and marines in the town square. Their laughter and shouts were infectious, and you found yourself smiling despite the tension of the day.

One of the children, a little girl with pigtails, brandished a wooden sword and declared, “I’m the pirate captain! Surrender, or face my wrath!”

Her friends, playing the roles of marines, laughed and pretended to be scared, some playfully running away while others “surrendered” dramatically. You couldn’t resist joining in. “Ahoy there, captain!” you called out, crouching down to their level. “Need a first mate?”

The children looked at you with wide eyes, excited to have an adult join their game. “Yes! We need all the help we can get!” the girl declared.

You laughed and pulled out a small bag of candy you had bought earlier, handing it out to the children. “Every good pirate needs some treasure,” you said with a wink.

The kids’ faces lit up with joy as they accepted the treats, and soon you were in the thick of their game, helping them plot “pirate attacks” and outsmart the “marines.” The laughter and fun were a welcome distraction, and for a moment, you felt like a carefree child again.

As the game wound down, you gathered the children around and knelt to speak to them. “Remember, being a pirate isn’t just about having fun and finding treasure. It’s about being brave, looking out for your friends, and always doing what you believe is right. Can you do that?”

The children nodded eagerly, their eyes shining with excitement and admiration. “Yes, we can!”

“Good,” you said with a smile. “Now, go out there and be the best pirates you can be!”

With that, you stood and waved goodbye to the children, who ran off to continue their game. You felt a tug of longing as you watched them go, wishing you could protect their innocence forever.

“Muneca-chan!” Buggy’s voice called from up ahead. “You coming?”

You hurried to catch up, falling into step beside Buggy. Shanks hung back, watching Mihawk observe your interaction with the children. He couldn’t help but grin and leaned in close to Mihawk.

“You know, Mihawk,” Shanks teased, “if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were a bit smitten.”

Mihawk’s eyes flicked to Shanks, his expression impassive. “Don’t be ridiculous.” “Oh, come on. Admit it. You were watching her with those kids,” Shanks pressed, his grin widening. Mihawk rolled his eyes. “I was merely observing. She seems to have a knack for connecting with people.”

“Uh-huh,” Shanks said, clearly unconvinced but willing to drop the subject for now. “Whatever you say, Hawk Eyes.”

As evening fell, the group found an inn and rented a room for the night. The room was modest but comfortable, with enough space for all of you to sit and discuss your plans.

Shanks sprawled out on one of the beds, Buggy took a chair by the window, and Mihawk stood by the door, his usual stance. You sat on the edge of the other bed, looking at your companions. “Alright,” you began, pulling out a map of the area. “We need to find Vice-Admiral Garp. He’s our best chance at getting information on my brothers whereabouts.”

Buggy leaned forward, his expression serious. “Garp’s a tough one to track. He’s always on the move.”

Shanks nodded in agreement. “But he has to resupply somewhere. We just need to figure out his usual haunts.”

Mihawk crossed his arms, his gaze fixed on the map. “He’s a creature of habit, despite his reputation. If we can determine his pattern, we might predict his next move.”

You looked up at Mihawk, appreciating his strategic mind despite the rocky start to your relationship. “Agreed. We’ll split up and gather information. Buggy, you take the docks. Shanks, the taverns. Mihawk, you and I will check the markets and speak to the locals.”

They all nodded, each understanding their role. As the plans solidified, you couldn’t help but feel a flicker of hope. With Shanks, Buggy, and Mihawk by your side, you felt more confident than ever that you would find Ace and fulfill the promise you made to Rouge.

“Let’s get some rest,” you said, folding the map. “We’ll start early tomorrow.”

The room settled into a comfortable silence as everyone prepared for bed. You lay down, staring at the ceiling, your mind racing with thoughts of Ace, Roger, and Rouge. Despite the challenges ahead, you knew you weren’t alone, and that made all the difference.

As you drifted off to sleep, you heard Shanks’ voice whisper in the darkness, “Goodnight, Sunflower.”

“Goodnight, Shanks,” you whispered back, a small smile on your lips.

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In the following weeks, Mihawk and [Name] embarked on a series of small adventures that tested their mettle and solidified their bond. You grew to trust each other, the camaraderie deepening with each passing day. You shared stories and laughter under the vast expanse of the sky, you felt yourself opening up to Mihawk in ways different from Buggy and Shanks.

One quiet afternoon, as they rested by the seashore, casting a warm golden glow over the landscape as Mihawk and [Name] walked side by side through a dense forest path. The leaves rustled softly in the breeze, creating a serene atmosphere that belied the tension simmering beneath the surface. Despite their initial animosity, they had found a tentative rhythm in their partnership.

As they navigated the winding trail, [Name] glanced at Mihawk from beneath her cloak. "You know, Mihawk, you're not as bad as I first thought," she admitted with a small smile. "Just...incredibly infuriating at times."

Mihawk raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his golden eyes. "And you, [Name], are not as reckless as I initially presumed. Only...mostly reckless."

Their playful banter continued, slowly chipping away at the walls they had built around themselves. Over the next few weeks, they shared stories of their pasts, dreams for the future, and the reasons behind their relentless pursuit of their respective goals. Mihawk spoke of his quest to become the greatest swordsman, while [Name] revealed her mission to find Ace and protect Roger's legacy.

One afternoon, as they traversed a riverbank, the peace was shattered by the raucous voices of Shanks and Buggy. The two were engaged in a heated argument over who had the better aim with pebbles. As Shanks hurled a stone at Buggy, intending to splash him, Buggy ducked behind [Name], causing the water to drench her instead.

"[Name]!" Shanks called out, his voice filled with laughter. "Sorry, that was meant for Buggy!"

"THE FUCK DID I DO?"

Drenched and sputtering, [Name] pulled off her mask to wipe her face, revealing her features for the first time to Mihawk. Her features were a harmonious blend of strength and beauty, each element highlighting her unique charm. Her eyes, now glistening with a mixture of amusement and annoyance, were vibrant and expressive, framed by lashes that caught the light in a captivating way. Her cheeks, flushed from the excitement and the chill of the water, added a warm glow to her complexion.

Her hair, damp and tousled, clung to her face in soft, loose curls, the color shimmering in the sunlight. Her lips, curved into a reluctant smile, revealed both a sense of mischief and an underlying warmth. Her skin, smooth and glowing, bore the marks of someone who had weathered many storms but had come out stronger on the other side.

Mihawk couldn't help but admire her. She was striking, not just in the traditional sense of beauty, but in the way she carried herself with grace and resilience. There was an undeniable presence about her that drew people in and made them want to know more.

As she stood there, a slight breeze rustling her hair and the dress Shanks had given her, Mihawk felt a shift within himself. It wasn't just her physical appearance that struck him; it was the essence of who she was — a blend of fierce determination and gentle compassion, someone who could be both a warrior and a caretaker.

Seeing her in this new light, Mihawk found himself smiling, a rare expression for him. Mihawk's breath caught in his throat as he took in her beauty, a stark contrast to the fierce warrior he had come to know.

"Are you alright?" Mihawk asked, his usual stoic demeanor softening as he handed her a dry cloth.

"I'm fine," [Name] replied, her cheeks flushing under his intense gaze. She quickly composed herself and shot a glare at Buggy, who was snickering in the background. "Next time, Buggy, you better be the one getting soaked."

Buggy just laughed, while Shanks approached with a sheepish grin. Before he could dwell on the change within himself, Shanks' voice cut through the moment.

"Let me make it up to you, Sunflower. How about we find you a change of clothes?"

With Buggy's help, [Name] changed into a simple day dress that accentuated her natural beauty. As she emerged, Mihawk found himself unable to look away, his admiration evident. Shanks and Buggy exchanged knowing glances, noticing the shift in Mihawk's usually impassive demeanor.

Back at their makeshift camp, Mihawk carefully tended to [Name]'s wet mask, using his own cloak to help dry it by the fire. As they sat in companionable silence, the bond between them grew stronger. They shared more stories, revealing vulnerabilities and forging a deep connection.

One evening, as the fire crackled softly, Mihawk and [Name] sat close, their shoulders nearly touching. [Name] looked up at the sky, her eyes reflecting the twinkling stars. "You know, Mihawk, I never expected to find a new friend in all of this chaos."

Mihawk turned to her, his expression serious yet warm. "Neither did I. But it seems fate has a way of surprising us."

Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of Shanks and Buggy, who plopped down beside them. Shanks pulled out a small camera, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Let's capture this moment, shall we?"

Despite Mihawk's initial protests, the picture was taken, sealing the memory of their time together. Shanks forced everyones arms around each other, although Mihawk only wrapped an arm around [Name]'s waist.

Mihawk was able to pull a stoic face outta his ass at the last second while [Name] smiled with full cheekbones and dimples on display. Buggy had his crooked smile while Shanks was all but smoldering into the camera.

As you and Mihawk looked at the photograph, Buggy couldn't resist a jab at Shanks who looked to be in deep thought.

"Looks like you're the jealous one now, Shanks."

Shanks chuckled, ruffling Buggy's hair. "Maybe I am, Buggy. Maybe I am."

As the night wore on, plans were made, and promises were exchanged. With renewed determination, [Name] prepared to set off on her quest to find Ace, knowing that she had the unwavering support of her friends. They would go their separate ways, but the bond they had forged would remain unbroken, guiding them through whatever trials lay ahead.

And there are a shit ton of trials ahead.

---Bonus

The bustling port town of Loguetown was abuzz with activity as the last rays of the setting sun cast long shadows over the cobblestone streets. Amidst the lively marketplace, two familiar figures navigated through the crowd, their eyes set on a specific destination.

Shanks, with his unmistakable red hair and carefree grin, walked alongside Buggy, whose clownish makeup and bright attire drew curious glances from passersby. Despite their contrasting appearances and the playful banter between them, there was an underlying seriousness to their mission.

"Are you sure he'll be here?" Buggy asked, his tone skeptical as they approached a quiet tavern on the outskirts of the market.

Shanks nodded confidently. "Hawkeye's always been a creature of habit. If he's in town, this is where he'll be."

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, they stepped into the dimly lit interior. The tavern was sparsely populated, with a few patrons scattered around, nursing their drinks in relative silence. At the far corner, a solitary figure sat, his presence commanding despite the low profile he maintained.

Young Dracule Mihawk, with his piercing golden eyes and signature black hat adorned with a large, jeweled cross, sipped his drink, seemingly lost in thought. His formidable sword, Yoru, rested against the table, a silent testament to his burgeoning prowess.

As Shanks and Buggy approached, Mihawk's gaze lifted, meeting theirs with a mixture of curiosity and recognition. He raised an eyebrow, the faintest hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Mihawk's voice was smooth, carrying a hint of amusement.

Shanks took a seat opposite him, motioning for Buggy to do the same. "We need your help, Mihawk. There's someone we want you to meet."

Buggy leaned forward, eager to elaborate. "Her name's [Name], and she's on a mission. We believe you could be the key to helping her succeed."

Mihawk's interest was piqued. "And why would I be interested in this... mission of hers?"

Shanks leaned back, his expression serious. "Because it's not just about her mission. It's about finding something precious, something that could change the tides of many lives. We think you'll find her intriguing, and her cause just."

Mihawk considered their words carefully. He respected Shanks, and despite their frequent clashes, he found Buggy's antics oddly endearing. If they were willing to vouch for this person, there had to be more to the story.

"Very well," Mihawk said finally, setting down his glass. "I'll meet this [Name] of yours. But understand, my involvement depends on what I see in her."

Shanks grinned, clapping Mihawk on the shoulder. "That's all we ask. You won't regret it."

With that, the three of them rose, the weight of their new alliance settling comfortably among them. As they stepped out into the cool evening air, the promise of a new chapter in their journey began to unfold, one that would bring them closer to finding Ace and perhaps, closer to each other.

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[jeonjxjynx]

jeon jisoo -> 'jynx' -> era's

WA DA DA:

jisoo isn't sold on the groups concept overall, it didn't girl out to be as cute or visually in line with the concept that she thought. so while she's not fully sold for her personal preference, things went better than expected. wa da da might be her personal favorite when it came to her looks and styling. black hair and a red lip is what jisoo has always considered to be her best look. throughout promotions they did go with a softer look, having a pink or lighter lip and less heavy makeup around the eyes. personally, she felt like it made her look more childish. that being said, for most of the promotions, she got away with a red lip and a lot of white which brought a nice contrast. and a lot of bare shoulders looks. overall, this era is one of her favorites but brought her the least amount of attention.

RING X RING:

ring x ring continued on the red of the black hair and bold lips. this comeback, there wasn't as much experimenting with hairstyles. for the most part, they found what worked and stuck too it. something that jisoo was thankful for. the outfits were a bit more uniform this time around, flowing dresses and all. which made jisoo truly shine in the stages when they were able to mix up stage looks a little more. for those stages the bare shoulders were mostly gone by either by long sleeves or hair covering them. they also stripped her of her favorite white and took to dressing her in darker or black clothing, when the stage allowed. jisoo doesn't hate it but it wasn't as of an memorable era for her.

ELEVEN:

eleven would be the most memorable for her in many ways. red wasn't the strangest color in the world but it wasn't what she felt looked best on her. not by a long shot. black was her color. when the company told her that she'd be dying her hair, it wasn't taken well by jisoo at all. it was also memorable because of the small buzz. as they were already preparing for eleven as they wrapped up promotions for ring x ring. the comeback was hinted at with her change in hair color as during the final promo stages. not only was there buzz about a possible comeback but fans seemed to respond well to the change. there was a sharp increase of interest in her in online communities but was also damped by how down she seemed. while she did manage to pull it together by the end. still, she had a very curated idea of herself and this red hair didn't fit. the only bright spot was that aside from the sailor-ish outfit stage, the comeback for this styling was more in line with what she liked. it didn't make up for what she felt was her lost of control but it was something.

THE STRANGE WORLD:

the strange world gave her time to settle into her new look that had become somewhat permanent. once jisoo got past not liking it she was able to bask in the few new fansites that opened. for this comeback she was allowed to return to the bold lip and that soothed her a bit as well. the biggest thing she enjoyed about this comeback was that it was the closer to her personal style. black was a base color throughout the every stage stage and they stuck to mostly dark or muted colors. this comeback also saw her in pants more as she bruised easily during the comeback prep. naturally pants were the go to and the transition could been seen by the end of eleven promotions but she didn't wear a skirt for a single promotion of the strange world.

UP:

up would rank as the comeback she has liked the least. there are plenty of factors but the main one being she does not like the song or concept. this one leaned cute in a way that she feels like it didn't in their debut. honestly, jisoo was happy to move away from it a bit. it hasn't helped that her hair was went from a vibrant red that she didn't want to a burnt orange, boarding on brown that she hates. this comeback saw the return of her wearing shorts and skirts. not that it wearing them was an issue, this comeback felt like it leaned into more of a teenage styling that wasn't her when she was a teenager. her biggest grip is the makeup for the comeback. once again, it's lighter and makes her feel as if she looks more child-like. there is something striking about her previous makeup styles that she feels like she lacked during that promotion period.

[streetknown]

FIRST MEETINGS MEME a meme for first meetings and  introduction threads, aka a ‘what you will notice about my muse first’  cheat sheet. repost, don’t reblog. bold what applies. fill in details.  (please do not remove the credit + blank meme link)

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GENERAL APPEARANCE

Gender: Cisgender female

Race/Ethnicity: White 

Complexion: Very fair skinned-- hasn’t tanned much throughout her life so her skin has stayed pale. When she blushes or gets heated, it’s extremely obvious on her face. She’s got a few scattered freckles over her nose due to the sun exposure she HAS had

Height: 5′1

Body Type: Ectomorph. 

Body Build: Skinny with a good amount of lean muscle in her legs and arms and baby abs. Her breasts are small and so are her hips, but her thighs (and ass lmao) are a good, strong size. Does not look as strong as she really is.

Body Hair: Minimal. Her arm and leg hair is barely visible due to how pale blonde it is, though she doesn’t shave her legs at all. Will keep herself shaved under the belt most of the time, and when she has time, she forms the hair there into a heart or a landing strip.

Head Hair: A good mix between golden and pale blonde. Thin but healthy, since she’s never dyed it at all. Her hair grows pretty fast so she cuts it herself frequently. Has had the side shaved ever since she got out of prison. 

Eye color: Vibrant, strikingly blue. In Cyberpunk verse, her eyes glow bright due to a cosmetic implant. 

Scars: The most visible one is on her face, left by an angry ex boyfriend. She has several more scattered all over her body due to her merc jobs, most being small from bullet shots or pocket knife stabbings. The largest one on her body is on her right thigh from getting stabbed by a butcher knife.

FASHION

Fashion Style: Street punk and traditional goth when she has the time. 

Color Palette: 98% black, 2% purple. 

Typical Clothing:  Black cargo pants with a crop top-- she has a lot of different crop tops she likes to wear, either with long sleeves or cut off sleeves. Combat boots, always. When she has time to mess around, she likes to wear gothic dresses and skirts and high-heeled boots or heels. 

Piercings: Multiple piercings on both ears. Eyebrow is pierced, as well as the bridge of her nose. Under her clothes, her nipples are pierced and so is her clit, because duh, it’s Vera. 

Tattoos: Too many to count. The most in-your-face ones are the knife and centipede on her face, as well as the plant veins on her head, extending all the way down to her arm. 

Other Information: Vera will wear the least amount of clothes as possible when she’s not on a job. She loves showing skin and wears extremely tiny shorts and shirts most of the time. She’s not ashamed about it. 

EXPRESSION

General Facial Expression: Irritated and/or snarky most of the time. She doesn’t have an approachable face and she’s scowling more often than not. With her little crooked mouth, her smiles seem taunting and cocky.

Default Body Language: Rushed and unsociable. She likes to take up as much space as she can and just comes off as extremely rude and like someone who doesn’t have time to bullshit around. It’s mostly true. 

General Movements:  She’s pretty jittery-- you won’t catch her sitting or standing still for long. She likes to move around and do stuff with her hands, so she’ll typically have a cigarette between her fingers or a pocketknife to flip around and mess with. 

NOTABLE FOR RP

Presence: Anxiety inducing. She seems incapable of fully relaxing and mostly always seems on edge and it’s not something she can really hide from others, so that tends to be noticed by whoever she’s around. 

Appearance: Sewer rat vibes most of the time. Her makeup tends to be smudged all the time and unless she’s meeting with a fixer or doing a job or going out with someone important, she does NOT look put together or clean. 

Scent: Cigarettes and/or alcohol. When she showers the smell of her lavender shampoo and body wash stays on her for days due to how concentrated it is. She can smell pretty sweaty when she hasn’t been able to shower in a couple days. 

Voice Description: A bit raspy-- smoother than people assume, can get very high pitched when she’s yelling or worked up. She has no issues with being LOUD and getting her point across. She doesn’t have the voice of a shy girl. 

Accent: No accent for the most part. She did grow up with a lot of Spanish being spoken around her so SOMETIMES some weird influence of that slips out, but that’s it. 

Speech Mannerisms: Very lingo-based and leaves out pronouns in most of her sentences, tends to start with the verb instead of “I” or “he/she/they”. Extremely informal and what the old folks would describe as “punk”, does not show respect with her words and curses excessively. 

Anything else to add? she can’t read or write and she’s just an absolute goddamn menace to night city, thanks. 

[atopearth]

Birushana: Rising Flower of Genpei Part 6 - If endings & Final Review

Tadanobu Sato

It's so cute and funny to imagine Tadanobu giving flowers to girls and being flustered over how to communicate with them haha. HAHAHA, Tadanobu has to be the worst person to find out that Shanao is actually a woman, he's so obvious it's hilarious, I feel bad for Benkei and Shungen constantly trying to cover up his mistakes. It's so funny that it took a whole month of training every day for Tadanobu to go back to how he was with Shanao before haha! I guess it's better than before because he's more comfortable with her now and so honest about what he thinks lol. I guess Tadanobu has a soft spot for women because the live-in maids would always comfort him when he cried as a little kid haha, so sweet and cute.

Tadanobu placing a bellflower on her hair was cute!! Too bad the ending is so short! It actually makes me sad lol! It's like he's a potential LI but you'll never get a proper story with him and that makes it even sadder than if he was just a side character lol. Oh well, it was still cute I guess haha.

Tsugunobu Sato

How typical for Tsugunobu to discover Shanao is a woman because he went into her room thinking she was injured. It's random but honestly, I feel the same as Tsugunobu. When I used to have problems that I didn't know what to do about, I would sit outside my primary school and just look at the moon for a bit on my walk home. I never stayed for too long, but gazing at the moon always helped calm me a little bit before going home and having to act normal in front of my family. Tsugunobu blushing is so cute! It was so sweet how he noticed the little things Shanao does when she's happy hahaha, just imagining it makes me think they're so cute. Tsugunobu was so bold to kiss her fingers like that! I love the CG.

Overall, I didn't mind this ending. I think it was quite cute and Tsugunobu is quite gentlemanly and sweet. I think it's nice to imagine Shanao and Tsugunobu bonding by gazing at the moon together and sharing their thoughts together. But I'll admit that the main reason Tsugunobu is nice is because he has a pretty face hahaha!

Takatsuna Sasaki

It's kinda funny that all these guys names start with T lol. Considering how playful, innocent and cute Takatsuna looks, he's much more reliable than expected! I kinda thought he was more of a reliable messenger guy that does alot of fieldwork going around to different places for Yoritomo, but he seems to know everything, like a capable assistant/secretary for Yoritomo haha! It's kinda cute how Shanao just kinda told Takatsuna that she's actually a woman, I feel like she could have continued to deceive him but yeah, the route is short so might as well get that part out of the way lol. It's sweet to see Takatsuna thank Shanao for protecting Yoritomo with her powers. I like how Takatsuna took her out to play and got her to explore makeup, so cute!

Overall, I honestly didn't expect much from Takatsuna but I think he's much cuter and vibrant than I thought. Like, I thought he would be quite boring tbh, but I think he's quite adorable in that he's unafraid to voice his thoughts, he's a reliable leader to others but at the same time he's also very playful and knows how to get Shanao to relax and just be herself for a moment. It was refreshing to see them not have to think about war or anything and just be a bunch of youths playing around.

Shigehira Taira

Shigehira is such an ass to everyone and I love it. I think the idea of it being him going to Hiraizumi to observe Shanao and them to see if they want to rebel against the Heike is such a fun touch because he obviously doesn't care and just wants to go around annoying people for his amusement. I love how he bothered to get a servant to get Shanao for him only to tell her to get water for him lmao. And I think it's quite cute that Shigehira's interest in Shanao stems from the fact that Tomomori is interested in Shanao and he wants to understand why when his brother is never interested in anything. I like how Shigehira is the one following Shanao around but because he thinks that her plans for the day are boring, he forces her to change them lolll. It was hilarious when she asked him what games are good (for children) to play and he starts talking about drinking and killing people🤣

It's so cute and innocent how the children have no idea who the Heike are and how that is relevant. Hiraizumi really is a nice place. I find it really sweet to see Shigehira get to play these children's games with other children though. He always wanted to play more with Tomomori and Tokuko when they were young but due to Tomomori basically getting traumatised from being forced to fight in war and Tokuko being taken over by Rengetsu, he never got to continue having that "fun childhood" he had playing with his siblings in their dreams, so I guess he's always chasing after this "fun" to this day to make up for that hole. He's such a kid that it's adorable tbh. It was so sad to see that all the adults Shigehira played with as a child let him win and called him smart when they never seriously played with him. It's also so sad but cute how Shigehira doesn't really know what a 'friend' is because he's never had one before since everyone around him is ranked. Shigehira blushing at Shanao laughing at him for being scared of Tomomori's ghost stories was so cute hahaha!! Especially since he didn't want to be alone in his room at night lol. How does this adorable little boy survive when he runs around everywhere haha!

I guess what makes me can't help but love Shigehira is how much he loves his family and how much he wants to spend time with them. He follows Tomomori around because he wants to be with his brother. All his happy memories are of his childhood when his father took him out or when he used to play with Tomomori and Tokuko. Shanao taking care of the sick Shigehira was very sweet. I love the CG where he hugs Shanao and says he doesn't want to give her to Tomomori. Considering how Tomomori is basically his priority in life, the fact that he likes Shanao so much that he's not willing to give her up to him is very heartwarming to me. I think the sweetest thing was that in this short little story, Shigehira learnt that someone choosing to be with you rather than being ordered to be with you is so much more precious and desirable. I loved it when he told her that he didn't want to force her to be with him and that instead he wants her to choose to be with him of her own free will.

Overall, I definitely think Shigehira's If Ending is the best! It felt very natural, realistic and didn't have them stay together for random reasons and instead acknowledged that they liked and understood each other better but still had their respective positions to think about. I think his character development was the best and I honestly think it actually made me feel like I learnt so much more about Shigehira as a character through this ending and he was just so cute because of how childish but sweet and innocent he was compared to his usual crazy murderous self. Definitely looking forward to his route in the FD! Surprisingly, I would say I liked Takatsuna second best, then Tadanobu and Tsugunobu. I feel like the latter two never explored further into their personalities enough to make me think that was something I never knew about them or expected, so hopefully the FD will help with that haha. I very much hope to play the FD one day because I'll legit buy it just for Shigehira, my one true love hahahah.

Final review

Overall, I think people hyped up Birushana for me too much so I don't feel like I enjoyed it as much as I thought it would. People said it was like a 'better Hakuoki' but I personally love Hakuoki so much more. Although I don't like the supernatural elements in Hakuoki either, I liked the way they used it in the story more than in Birushana because I think it better explored the pain of having that power but also the need for it since the characters are based on real people and they would have died at that point in time if not for it. Hakuoki also never delved too much into it and instead focused on the characters struggles with it, whereas Birushana tried to tie it up with Rengetsu etc but I feel like it would have been better left as a mystery because I didn't like the Rengetsu thing at all lol. I do appreciate that all of the routes in Birushana are different enough though and I think most of them were interesting enough. My personal list from most favourite route to least favourite route would be Yoritomo, Benkei, Noritsune, Tomomori and then Shungen. I just love the pain and anguish demonstrated by Yoritomo in his route, it was my favourite moment haha. And Benkei is such a softie, he made me cry at how gentle and kind he was. He was the best guy to come back from work to and listen to because he was always so encouraging, so full of belief in Shanao and so caring. Noritsune gave me strength to stand on my own two feet and be unafraid of stepping out of my comfort zone if it means I'm living according to my beliefs and dreams. And I didn't feel much for Tomomori and Shungen's routes haha, sorry.

But yeah, I've realised that my mood can really affect how much I like a route too. I would rate the game a 7/10 probably because I don't think the overarching story was interesting enough for me, but I loved the characters struggles, especially Shanao's. I think her struggles in each route were different enough to not be boring, but understandable enough that it wasn't annoying. I liked her struggles with her identity, her responsibilities and how each LI helped her get through it and how she helped each LI better themselves. I can see why people really like Shanao, because I do too! However, the story just didn’t click enough for me sadly.

[everydayesterday]

happy international women's day.  when asked about women who inspire them, men usually just say their mothers (at least that's what professional athletes do), which is a cop-out because their eyes are willfully closed.  so, for an actual answer, her are five women that inspire me:   marie-philip poulin - she's a hockey legend now.  she's got 3 olympic gold medals, 3 world championships, and she's always the one leading the way in scoring, and with clutch timing on game-defining plays (seriously, she's scored the game winning goal in all 3 of the olympics she's won with canada; she's known as "Captain Clutch").  it's unreal how much she dominates.   debbie - she runs the wildlife conservation center that I'll be volunteering with.  it's such a personal thing for her that the center is actually located in her backyard.  she also coordinates transportation of injured animals to other specialized rehabilitation clinics from all over tennessee, and leads education programs for kids and adults alike at the nature center.   rihanna - forget her music (but I do like a few of her songs), I am in awe of what she did with fenty.  she saw a market that was underserved and built an empire.  while the traditional makeup brands seemed focused on lighter skins (one of those systemic racial issues; the lack of minority leadership in large corporations), she brought darker skintones, a rainbow of browns, to be a priority of hers/fenty.  and now she's a billionaire.   elizabeth warren - she's a politician, and sometimes it feels like it; sometimes she pushes/supports neo-liberal policy that I don't agree with, or doesn't take a strong enough stand (like voting "present" about the Green New Deal).  but, she's very willing to step forward and run for important positions, and she hasn't been afraid to push for bold progress, calling for single-payer healthcare, employee representation in corporate leadership, greater taxation of the wealthy and of corporations, and reforming campaign finance laws.  she is the reason the consumer financial protection bureau exists.  another politician I could name her would be alexandra ocasio-cortez, who is unafraid in the face of threats and cruel, demeaning propaganda.   edith wharton - I think she's my favourite author; she's certainly the author of my favourite book: twilight sleep.  in 1921 she became the first woman to win the Pulitzer Prize in Fiction.  her writing is so, so vibrant.

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Libby Murphy, 35 years old, was born and raised in Charlotte, North Carolina, where she’s always had a flair for style and a determination to follow her own path. Libby is the older twin by exactly five minutes and thirty-six seconds, and although she constantly reminded her younger twin Logan of this fact growing up, no one ever really let her open presents first or blow out the candles ahead of her sister. But that never stopped Libby from insisting she was the leader in their duo.

Headstrong and fiercely independent, Libby has always known what she wanted and had a knack for turning challenges into motivation. If someone told her something was impossible, it only fueled her desire to prove them wrong. From a young age, Libby adored dresses, makeup, shoes, glitter, and spent countless hours playing with dolls, dreaming up new outfits, and parading around the house in her mother’s fanciest clothes. She embraced every aspect of femininity, feeling empowered by it in a way that inspired her future career.

After high school, Libby followed her passion for fashion by studying Fashion Merchandising and Digital Marketing in college. She was determined to make a name for herself in the fashion world, but she didn’t want to be stuck behind the scenes. Libby had always loved being front and center, so when social media exploded, she seized the opportunity to build her own brand as a fashion influencer. Today, she’s thriving, working with major brands, styling herself in the latest trends, and creating content that mixes fashion with digital marketing expertise.

Libby’s personality is as vibrant as her wardrobe—she’s confident, ambitious, and charismatic, with a love for all things creative. Though fashion is her primary focus, she’s a woman of many interests. She loves photography, and her Instagram feed is a carefully curated masterpiece of artfully staged shots. She also enjoys baking when she’s not busy working, finding the precision and artistry of decorating cupcakes and cookies soothing. Travel is another passion of hers, and she’s constantly jetting off to fashion weeks around the world or taking beachside vacations to recharge her energy.

Libby’s work as an influencer gives her the perfect platform to blend her passion for fashion and her love for social media. She’s all about empowering others to embrace their own style, and her fans appreciate her authenticity and ability to make fashion fun and accessible to everyone. With her bold, go-getter attitude and endless drive, Libby has made a successful life for herself where she gets to do what she loves every day, while still keeping in touch with her twin sister Logan, who, despite all the teasing, has always been her closest friend.

Although Libby is fiercely independent, she’s got a generous heart and is always willing to share advice with her followers or mentor younger influencers trying to break into the industry. She’s not just about looking good; she’s about feeling good, being confident, and owning who you are—exactly the kind of mindset she’s embraced her whole life.

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Wedding Makeup Styles to Wow Your Guest

When it’s your wedding, you will be the star of the night and all eyes will be on you. You want to look and feel your best while posing for a photo or walking down the aisle. It is important to choose the right bridal makeup style as per your look so you can leave a lasting impression on your guests. Every bride is different and so is her makeup style. You can choose from timeless elegance to modern glamour according to your personality and wedding theme.

Here is the list of top wedding makeup styles that are guaranteed to wow your guests:

1.Classic Elegance:

If you are one of those brides who love timeless beauty and want to always see your wedding photographs feeling happy not dated, the classic elegance makeup style is just for you. Through this makeup style, your natural features will be enhanced using subtle enhancements and soft neutral tones. The key features of this bridal makeup look are a glowing complexion, neutral eyeshadows, soft defined eyes with thin eyeliner, natural or soft pink lipstick, and lightly blushed cheeks for a fresh, radiant look.

2. Glamorous Smoky Eyes:

For those brides who love drama and not afraid to make a statement, the glamorous smoky eyes look is the one. To create this bridal makeup style more captivating, bold, smoldering eyes must be paired with soft lips and a flawless base. The prime features of this style are dark, smoky eyes with shades of charcoal, black, or rich browns, bold eyeliner & false lashes, contoured complexion with a matte finish, nude or soft pink lips, and sculpted cheekbones with a touch of bronzer and highlighter.

3. Radiant Glow:

The ethereal makeup style is perfect for those brides who are looking for radiant, goddess-like glow. This look can be created with luminous, moist skin and soft tones that give you a glow. The main elements of this makeup style are illuminating foundation or highlighter, shimmering or light eyeshadows, softly lined eyes with fluttery lashes, blush in peachy or rose tones, and glossy lips in soft peach, pink, or nude shades.

4.Vintage Glam:

If you are in Pune and looking for vintage charm, the old Hollywood glam style, you can ask your wedding makeup artist in Pune to go for the vintage glam look for your wedding. This makeup style is completed with bold lips, winged eyeliner, and a flawless matte complexion. The matte red or berry lips with minimal eyeshadow in neutral tones are best for this makeup style.

5.Bohemian Chic:

Bohemian Chic style makeup look is perfect for those brides who are looking for a relaxed yet effortlessly beautiful look on their wedding day. This makeup style enhances your natural features with soft, earthy tones. This makeup style is best for outdoor or beach weddings. The key elements for this look are minimal foundation, earthy eyeshadow, softly defined brows, soft pink lips, and subtle blush.

6.Simple Wedding Makeup with Bright Lipstick:

A simple bridal makeup look can be significantly transformed with a vibrant lip. Brioso has chosen the ideal shade to finish her bridal makeup look; the orange-toned lip contrasts beautifully with the bride’s brilliant blond locks and white accessories. We also like how minimal the brow and eyelash makeup are, enabling the lip to stand out.

7.Blended eyeshadow and natural eyebrows:

Wedding makeup should always highlight your natural characteristics, and we love how The Bridal Stylists embraced these nearlywed’s wonderful natural brows while also enhancing their eyes by contrasting the green with a dark, warm shade of eyeshadow.

How Brioso Helps: wedding Makeup Artist In Pune

A wedding is one of the most cherished moments in a person’s life. And for a girl, it’s an opportunity to appear distinct and incompatible. So, if you’re looking for the best bridal makeup artist in Mumbai, call +91-7276169335.

Brioso can offer you with a professional artist that will create a mesmerizing appearance for the bride. Our skilled artist and team will guide you to the perfect bridal using top-brand makeup. In this essay, we will discuss the relevance and expense of bridal makeup in Mumbai.

Booking a professional makeup artist in Pune may be simple, yet becoming an artist entails significant responsibility. A makeup artist is someone who works with makeup to create a picture-perfect bride. In this era, every girl wants to seem flawlessly dressed and lovely on her wedding day. As this is the most significant and memorable event in her life. As a result, it is the makeup artist’s responsibility to significantly enhance the wedding Queen’s appearance.

We at Brioso are ready to help our clients choose the greatest wedding facilities. Offering incredibly affordable services and professional wedding planners. Our well-behaved and competent workforce provides exceptional facilities.

Here, you’ll find a skilled leading makeup artist with top-brand makeup tools. Our makeup artist has been recognized as one of the greatest bridal makeup artists in Mumbai.

You can express your unique style through your wedding makeup look and feel confident and beautiful. Remember, the key to nailing your wedding makeup is to choose a style that makes you feel like the best version of yourself on your big day!

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When it comes to special occasions, looking your best is essential. Whether it’s a wedding, corporate event, party, or any other significant gathering, the right makeup can make all the difference. This is where Pallavi Makeover comes in—a name synonymous with elegance, expertise, and perfection in the world of event makeup. Known for her ability to enhance natural beauty while tailoring each look to the specific needs of the event, Pallavi has earned a reputation as one of the top event makeup artists in the industry.

Why Choose Pallavi Makeover for Your Event?

Expertise Across Diverse Events

Pallavi is not just a makeup artist; she is a seasoned professional with years of experience in creating stunning looks for a variety of events. Her portfolio includes bridal makeup, fashion shows, corporate events, parties, and more. This diverse experience has equipped her with the skills to handle any event with confidence, ensuring that her clients always look their best, no matter the occasion.

Customized Makeup for Every Occasion

One of the standout features of Pallavi Makeover is the personalized approach to makeup. Pallavi understands that each event is unique, and so are the makeup needs that come with it. Whether you’re looking for a subtle, natural look for a daytime event or a glamorous, bold appearance for an evening function, Pallavi works closely with you to craft a look that complements your outfit, the event’s theme, and your personal style.

High-Quality Products for Long-Lasting Results

Pallavi believes that great makeup starts with great products. She uses only the best, high-quality cosmetics that are known for their longevity, skin-friendliness, and flawless finish. This ensures that your makeup stays fresh and vibrant throughout the event, whether you’re under the spotlight or mingling with guests.

Attention to Detail

Pallavi’s commitment to perfection is evident in her meticulous attention to detail. From the precise application of foundation to the perfect blend of eyeshadows, she ensures that every aspect of your makeup is executed flawlessly. Pallavi is also skilled in advanced techniques like contouring, highlighting, and airbrushing, which help in creating a polished and sophisticated look.

The Pallavi Makeover Experience

Consultation and Trial Sessions

Pallavi Makeover offers a comprehensive consultation to discuss your makeup needs and preferences. This allows Pallavi to understand your vision and create a makeup plan tailored to your event. Additionally, she provides trial sessions for those who want to see their look before the actual event. This trial run helps you make any adjustments and ensures that there are no surprises on the big day.

On-Site Makeup Services

For added convenience, Pallavi offers on-site makeup services, ensuring that you are relaxed and comfortable while getting ready. She arrives fully equipped, ready to transform you in the comfort of your home or event venue. This service is particularly beneficial for time-sensitive events where you need to be ready quickly and without stress.

Professionalism and Timeliness

Punctuality and professionalism are hallmarks of Pallavi Makeover. Pallavi understands the importance of timing on event days, and she ensures that your makeup is completed efficiently and on schedule. Her calm and composed demeanor also helps in creating a stress-free environment, allowing you to focus on enjoying your event.

Client Testimonials

Clients consistently praise Pallavi for her ability to deliver exactly what they envisioned. Many highlight her professionalism, creativity, and the confidence they feel after receiving her services. Pallavi’s dedication to her craft and her clients is what makes her stand out in the competitive world of event makeup.

Conclusion

Whether it’s a wedding, a corporate gala, or a festive celebration, your makeup plays a crucial role in how you feel and how others perceive you. With Pallavi Makeover, you’re not just getting makeup—you’re getting a personalized experience designed to enhance your natural beauty and suit the occasion perfectly. With her expertise, high-quality products, and dedication to client satisfaction, Pallavi ensures that you will not only look stunning but also feel confident and ready to shine at your event.

For a flawless, elegant, and unforgettable look, Pallavi Makeover is the go-to choice for anyone looking to make a lasting impression at their event.

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The Ultimate Guide to Bridal Makeup in Delhi NCR: Achieve Your Dream Wedding Look

Your wedding day is one of the most important events in your life, and every bride dreams of looking her absolute best. In Delhi NCR, a region known for its vibrant culture and grand weddings, bridal makeup is a crucial part of the bridal experience. Whether you’re going for a traditional look or something more modern and chic, finding the right makeup artist in Delhi NCR can make all the difference.

Understanding Bridal Makeup Trends in Delhi NCR Delhi NCR is a melting pot of cultures, and this is reflected in the diverse Bridal Makeup in Delhi Ncr trends seen in the region. From the classic, heavily contoured and highlighted looks to more natural and minimalistic styles, the options are endless. Many brides opt for a fusion of traditional and contemporary makeup styles, incorporating elements like bold eyes, statement lips, and flawless skin to create a look that’s both timeless and trendy.

                           

Choosing the Right Makeup Artist Selecting the right makeup artist is perhaps the most important step in your bridal makeup journey. Delhi NCR is home to some of the best makeup artists in the country, each with their own unique style and approach. When choosing a makeup artist, it’s essential to review their portfolio, understand their specialties, and have a trial session. This ensures that the artist understands your vision and can execute it to perfection on your big day.

Essential Bridal Makeup Tips

Start Early: Begin your search for a makeup artist at least 6-8 months before your wedding. This gives you ample time to explore different artists and book the one who aligns with your style.

Skincare Routine: Healthy skin is the foundation of good makeup. Follow a consistent skincare routine in the months leading up to your wedding to ensure your skin is glowing and ready for makeup application.

Trial Sessions: Always have a trial session before finalizing your makeup artist. This will help you gauge how the makeup looks on your skin and whether any adjustments are needed.

Communicate Clearly: Make sure to communicate your preferences clearly to your makeup artist. Show them reference images and discuss the exact look you want to achieve.

Consider the Weather: Delhi NCR’s weather can be unpredictable, so make sure your makeup artist uses products that are long-lasting and weather-resistant, especially if you have an outdoor wedding.

Top Bridal Makeup Artists in Delhi NCR Some of the top bridal makeup artists in Delhi NCR include names like Vidya Tikari, Chandni Singh, and Meenakshi Dutt, among others. These professionals have years of experience and are known for their expertise in creating stunning bridal looks that range from traditional to contemporary.

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Red Carpet Chronicles: Alicia Keys, Zoë Kravitz, and More Slay at the “Blink Twice” Premiere on August 8, 2024!

First, let’s talk about the queen of the red carpet, Zoë Kravitz.

Zoë made a stunning entrance in a daring black dress by Yves Saint Laurent. This cut-out dress, subtly revealing her curves, is a true work of art. The choice of black, so classic yet so powerful, highlighted her unique, avant-garde style. She went for a minimalist look with radiant makeup and captivating red lips. And by her side, Channing Tatum—incredibly elegant in a classic black tuxedo, proving that timeless style is always in vogue. Together, they were the most talked-about couple of the evening, embodying the epitome of Hollywood chic. 💥

Next up, the ever-stunning Alicia Keys.

Alicia stepped onto the scene in a romantic black ensemble that had everyone doing a double take. Her look? A dreamy crop top paired with a flowy, layered skirt. The top’s thick straps gave it that strong, structured feel, while the delicate brocade on the fabric added just the right amount of softness. And let’s talk about those braids—long ones cascading over her shoulder, perfectly complementing her boho-chic vibe. Oh, and those gold hoop earrings? Iconic. Alicia’s glowing skin and radiant smile were the final touches that made this look absolutely unforgettable. 🌹

Now, let’s move on to Naomi Ackie—who proved that sometimes, less is more.

Naomi went for a minimalist masterpiece with her white gown. The draped neckline? A total showstopper. It added incredible volume to the top, while the rest of the dress flowed down in a simple, elegant line. And that sheer panel at the bottom with a fringe detail? Just the right amount of flair to keep things interesting. Naomi’s understated makeup and sleek hairstyle let the dress do all the talking—pure sophistication, right? 💫

Now, hold onto your seats because Adria Arjona is about to take us on a ride.

Adria’s white gown was nothing short of architectural genius. The geometric cutouts on this dress were everything, highlighting her figure in all the right places. It was daring, it was modern, and it was absolutely stunning. She kept her accessories minimal because, honestly, with a dress like this, who needs the extras? Her loose waves added a touch of softness to balance out the boldness of the look. Adria, you are serving us modern-day goddess vibes, and we are here for it! 👏

And then there’s Geena Davis, proving that age is just a number.

Geena popped in a hot pink, textured mini dress that was an absolute breath of fresh air on the red carpet. The 3D floral texture gave the dress a dynamic, playful feel, while the short length showed off her fabulous legs. And can we talk about those matching pink heels? It’s a monochrome moment that screams confidence and fun. Geena’s radiant smile and soft makeup made this look not just youthful, but totally timeless. 🌸

Last but definitely not least, Alia Shawkat brought some serious drama with her look.

Alia chose a black bustier gown that was as sultry as it was sophisticated. The front draping with those delicate knots added a chic touch, while the thigh-high slit was all about that Hollywood glam. She kept her accessories simple, letting the dress (and that leg!) take center stage. Her natural curls added a bit of edge to this otherwise polished look, making her a standout on the red carpet. 🔥

So, my dear subscribers, which look impressed you the most? Zoë’s bold style, Naomi’s elegant simplicity, or Geena’s vibrant pink? Let me know in the comments below! And don’t forget to like, share, and subscribe for more fabulous fashion breakdowns. Until next time, stay stylish, my loves! 💖”

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What pink is in style?

Hey there, fabulous readers! 💖 Welcome back to TheFeelGoodMoment, your ultimate source for all things trendy and feel-good. Today, we're diving deep into the world of fashion and beauty to discuss a color that never goes out of style: pink! Yes, you heard it right – pink is back, and it's more fabulous than ever.

If you've been wondering what shades of pink are in style this season, you're in the right place. We've done our homework and have curated the top 10 timeless pink makeup looks just for you. Whether you're a makeup enthusiast or just looking to add a pop of color to your everyday look, we've got you covered.

But before we jump into the looks, let's talk a bit about why pink is always in style. Pink isn't just a color; it's an attitude. It's a symbol of femininity, love, and empowerment. It's versatile, and there's a shade of pink for every occasion. So, let's explore how you can embrace the power of pink and rock those pink makeup looks with confidence.

Pretty in Pink: A Brief History

Pink has been making a statement in the world of fashion and beauty for centuries. It's no surprise that it continues to hold its ground as a timeless and beloved color. The history of pink in fashion dates back to the 18th century when it was associated with luxury and wealth. Marie Antoinette, the Queen of France, was known for her love of pink, which only added to its allure.

In the 20th century, pink became synonymous with femininity and romance. Think about the iconic pink gown worn by Audrey Hepburn in "Breakfast at Tiffany's" or Marilyn Monroe's unforgettable pink dress. These Hollywood legends solidified pink as a symbol of grace and sophistication.

Fast forward to today, and pink is no longer limited to just being a "girly" color. It has broken free from traditional gender stereotypes and is celebrated for its inclusivity and versatility. From soft pastels to vibrant neons, there's a shade of pink for everyone.

TheFeelGoodMoment's Top 10 Timeless Pink Makeup Looks

Are you ready to get inspired by some stunning pink makeup looks? Head over to our website TheFeelGoodMoment to check out the full list. But for now, let's give you a sneak peek at a few of our favorites.

Rosy Radiance: This look is all about achieving that healthy, natural glow. Soft pink blush and a hint of shimmer on the eyelids can instantly brighten up your face, making you look fresh and radiant.

Bold and Beautiful: If you're feeling adventurous, try a bold pink eyeshadow look. Pair it with a subtle nude lip for balance, and you'll be turning heads wherever you go.

Classic Pink Lips: Never underestimate the power of a classic pink lipstick. Whether it's a soft petal pink or a bold fuchsia, pink lips are a timeless choice that can elevate any outfit.

The Pink Smokey Eye: This sultry look combines shades of pink and brown to create a mesmerizing smokey eye. It's perfect for a night out or a special occasion.

Glossy Pink Pout: Embrace the glossy lip trend with a pink twist. A high-shine pink lip gloss can make your lips look plump and irresistible.

Pink and Glitter: Sparkle and shine with a pink and glittery eye makeup look. It's a fun and playful way to add some dazzle to your day.

Monochromatic Magic: Create a monochromatic makeup look by using various shades of pink on your eyes, cheeks, and lips. This cohesive look is effortlessly chic.

Pastel Perfection: Pastel pink eyeshadows are a hit this season. They add a soft and dreamy vibe to your makeup, perfect for daytime outings.

Neon Vibes: Want to make a statement? Neon pink eyeshadow is the way to go. It's bold, vibrant, and guaranteed to grab attention.

Subtle Blush: Sometimes, less is more. A subtle touch of pink blush on the cheeks can give you that naturally flushed look that's oh-so-adorable.

These are just a few of the many pink makeup looks you can experiment with. Remember, makeup is a form of self-expression, so don't be afraid to get creative and make these looks your own.

How to Choose the Perfect Pink

Now that you've seen some stunning pink makeup looks, you might be wondering which shade of pink is right for you. Choosing the perfect pink can be a bit overwhelming with so many options available, but fear not – we've got some tips to help you out.

Skin Undertone: Consider your skin undertone when selecting a pink shade. If you have warm undertones, opt for coral or peachy pinks. For cool undertones, go for rosy or berry pinks.

Occasion: Think about where you'll be wearing your pink makeup. Soft pinks are great for everyday looks, while bold pinks are perfect for parties and special events.

Outfit: Your outfit can influence your pink choice. If you're wearing neutral colors, you can go bold with your pink makeup. If your outfit is already colorful, a softer pink might complement it better.

Eye Color: Consider your eye color when choosing pink eyeshadow. Pinks can enhance the beauty of blue and green eyes, while brown eyes can pull off a wide range of pink shades.

Comfort Zone: Don't be afraid to step out of your comfort zone and experiment with different pink shades. You might discover a new favorite!

TheFeelGoodMoment's Pink Product Picks

To help you achieve these fabulous pink makeup looks, we've rounded up some of our favorite pink beauty products. From lipsticks to eyeshadow palettes, these products are a must-have in your makeup collection. Check out our recommendations on our website TheFeelGoodMoment

Embrace the Pink Revolution

Pink is more than just a color; it's a statement. It's a celebration of individuality, self-expression, and confidence. Whether you're going for a subtle pink glow or a bold neon statement, remember that there's no right or wrong way to wear pink.

So, why wait? Embrace the pink revolution and let your inner diva shine through. Head over to TheFeelGoodMoment to explore our top 10 timeless pink makeup looks and unleash your inner pink goddess.

Pink isn't just in style; it's a way of life. It's about feeling good, being yourself, and spreading positivity. So go ahead, paint the town pink, and make every moment a feel-good moment!

Don't forget to share your pink makeup looks with us on social media using the hashtag #FeelGoodInPink. We can't wait to see your fabulous creations!

That's a wrap on our pink-tastic journey today, but stay tuned for more exciting fashion and beauty updates from TheFeelGoodMoment. Until next time, stay fabulous and stay pink! 💖

Read more about our top 10 timeless pink makeup looks here.

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Indian Bridal Makeup & Natural Bridal Makeup Services For Your Special Day

Every bride dreams of looking like a radiant goddess on her wedding day. In India, bridal makeup holds immense significance, as it enhances the bride's beauty and symbolizes cultural traditions and rituals. On our website, we understand the artistry and cultural essence behind Indian bridal makeup. Additionally, we recognize the growing trend of natural bridal makeup that embraces the bride's innate beauty. 

Indian Bridal Makeup is renowned for its luxury, rich colours, and exquisite detailing, and it is an art form passed down through generations, combining cultural traditions with modern trends. Indian bridal makeup aims to create a flawless and regal appearance, enhancing the bride's natural features while complementing her bridal attire.

A key element in Indian bridal makeup is the emphasis on the eyes. Elaborate eye makeup, featuring intricate designs and vibrant hues, makes the bride's eyes captivating and expressive. Using kohl, eyeshadow, and eyeliner helps create a mesmerizing gaze that reflects the bride's emotions on her special day.

Another significant aspect of Indian bridal makeup is the emphasis on glowing, flawless skin. A perfect canvas is created using high-quality foundations and concealers, complemented by subtle contouring and highlighting techniques. The goal is to achieve a radiant complexion that shines from within, enhancing the bride's natural beauty.

Bold and vibrant lip colours play a crucial role in Indian bridal makeup. From classic reds to deep maroons and bright pinks, the lips are adorned with shades that exude confidence and grace. The choice of lip colour often complements the bride's attire, adding a touch of elegance and completing the overall look.

There has been a growing trend towards natural bridal makeup in recent years, as brides increasingly opt for a more subtle and understated look. Natural bridal makeup enhances the bride's features while maintaining a fresh and radiant appearance.

The key to Natural Bridal Makeup is using lightweight and breathable products and appropriate skin care based on skin type that allow the bride's skin to breathe, and a minimalistic approach is taken to the foundation, with sheer coverage that evens the skin tone while letting the bride's natural complexion shine through. The goal is to achieve a dewy and luminous finish that enhances the bride's innate beauty.

Soft, neutral tones dominate the eye makeup in natural bridal looks. Earthy shades like soft browns, taupes, and peaches create a subtle and elegant eye look. The emphasis is on enhancing the eyes without overpowering them, giving the bride a fresh and youthful appearance.

In natural bridal makeup, the lips are often given a soft and natural touch. Nude or rosy shades enhance the natural lip colour, creating a gentle, understated look that complements the overall bridal ensemble.

Conclusion: 

Indian and natural bridal makeup represent two captivating approaches to bridal beauty. While Indian bridal makeup celebrates opulence, vibrant colours, and intricate designs, natural bridal makeup embraces the bride's authentic beauty with a soft and subtle touch. On our website, we honour these diverse styles and techniques, ensuring that each bride feels like a vision of beauty on her special day. We always use high end tested and original luxury products to create any look so that the makeup can stay long lasting and water proof.

Whether you desire a traditional Indian bridal look or prefer the allure of natural beauty, our team of skilled makeup artists is dedicated to making your dreams come true. Let us be a part of your bridal journey and create memories that will last a lifetime.

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Glee Advent Day 7 - Glitter

A/N: So apparently my theme for @gleeadvent is just writing canon-compliant scenes about plot points and character dynamics that should have been explored more in the show! Quinn moved in with Mercedes near the end of S1, and apparently they were close enough that Quinn wanted Mercedes in the room when she gave birth, so...why didn't we see more of that friendship? Anyway, here's a moment from when Quinn has just moved in with the Jones's.

Rated G, 1200 words

Mercedes’ room is - bold.

Quinn stands in the middle of it, feeling the plush carpet between her toes - in Mercedes’ house, they take their shoes off at the door. The walls are covered in posters of movies, bands, celebrities. The bedspread is bright purple, the closet door open to reveal a rainbow of vibrant clothing. The top of her dresser sparkles with jewelry and accessories, silver and gold catching the light. The back of the desk chair is draped with scarves and headwraps, a haphazard pile of CDs is spilling onto the floor, and a collection of stuffed animals surrounds a neon blue bean bag in one corner.

It is nothing at all like Quinn’s room - like the rest of her house, her bedroom is carefully curated, everything in matching pastels. It’s simple and elegant, like the inside of a magazine. Quinn wonders if she’ll ever see that room again.

But as foreign as this colorful room is, it’s certainly a step up from staying with Puck’s family. Or Finn, for that matter, although that was uncomfortable for different reasons. Quinn is grateful for Mercedes’ offer, and that the Jones’s were willing to welcome her into their home. She hates that she has to rely on other people’s hospitality, but she knows she’s lucky. In this one respect, at least.

Her feet hurt, like they always do now - honestly, most of her body hurts these days - so she sits down at Mercedes’ desk to rest. There are a few textbooks and binders piled up, a half-finished worksheet from a biology class. Also on the desk’s surface, though, is a mirror and a plastic caddy full of makeup products.

Curious, Quinn reaches forward to rifle through them. Mostly drug store brands, she notes, and like the rest of Mercedes’ things they tend towards the dramatic and bold. She finds a tube of liquid eye shadow and picks it up. The product inside is gold and shimmery, a thousand minuscule bits of glitter reflecting the light.

It is nothing like any of the makeup that Quinn owns. She learned to apply makeup years ago, from her mother and from countless glossy magazines. It became routine and precise. The goal was always to imitate perfection - to cover up blemishes and irregularities, to make her skin smooth and her features symmetrical. To brighten her cheeks and lips and frame her eyes. To look like the Ideal Girl, smooth and graceful and pretty to a fault.

She would never, ever have worn anything like this flashy glittery eye shadow. It would have been anathema to what she thought makeup was for.

“Hey,” a voice says from the doorway, and Quinn flinches in surprise. She looks up to see Mercedes standing there, out of her post-rehearsal shower.

Quinn takes a deep breath. “Hi,” she says. “Sorry, I was just -”

Mercedes walks across the room - easy, comfortable, relaxed. Mercedes is never afraid to take up space, to demand attention. She sees the eye shadow Quinn is holding and says, “oh, I love that. Did you want to try it?”

Quinn opens her mouth, closes it, glances down at the tube in her hand. “This is - nothing like what I would wear.”

Mercedes pauses, and Quinn doesn’t meet her eyes. “Well,” Mercedes says, a smile in her voice, “you can’t knock it if you haven’t tried it.”

Mercedes reaches for the product, and Quinn lets her take it. She expects Mercedes to put it back in the caddy and move on, but instead she holds onto it and says, “close your eyes.”

Quinn does, obeying more out of surprise than anything else. She feels Mercedes’ finger on her jaw, angling her head up slightly. Then, after a moment, a finger presses gently to her eyelid, cool cream swiping across it, a few careful taps at the creases. The sensation repeats on her other eye.

It’s a strangely intimate moment, being able to see nothing and only feeling the barest of touches on the delicate skin of her eyelids.

“Okay,” Mercedes says, and Quinn blinks her eyes open, momentarily blinded by the brightness of the room. “Girl, you look so cute!”

Quinn turns towards the desk and pulls the mirror forward to see her reflection.

Her eyes glitter, the gold so bright it’s almost garish, but - there’s something wonderful about it, too. It sort of reminds her of her Lady Gaga costume: bright and ridiculous and attention-catching and fantastic. “I guess,” she says softly. “But I don’t know if it’s the kind of thing I would wear. I don’t look like myself.”

“I think that’s up to you,” Mercedes replies. “I think you still look like you. Just a you with a little more sparkle.”

Quinn realizes, suddenly, that she’s going to cry. It comes over her like a wave, as though the final raindrop had fallen into a reservoir and burst a dam.

“Hey, hey,” Mercedes says, and she kneels down so that her head is more level with Quinn’s. “Are you okay?”

Quinn tries to catch her breath, tries not to openly sob. “I’m - yeah, it’s - the baby, you know, I just get emotional -”

“It’s okay,” Mercedes coos, and she wraps her arms around Quinn’s shoulders, pulling her into a hug. Quinn fights through stuttering breaths. In her ear, Mercedes speaks softly.

“Quinn, I think you’ve spent a long time being who other people wanted you to be. It’s okay to just be you, whatever that means. That’s more than enough.”

And she loses it again. It’s humiliating really, the noises she makes and the way her nose clogs up, and her face must be a red blotchy mess. She’s grateful for Mercedes’ warm embrace, but also embarrassed that someone else has to witness this. When she gets a better hold of herself, Mercedes retreats for a moment and returns with tissues. Quinn gratefully blows her nose and dabs at her eyes. When she pulls the tissue away, she sees traces of the golden glitter on it.

“Thank you,” she says, her voice hoarse. She laughs, without much joy. “It’s silly, nowadays, the littlest thing can set me off.”

“I can’t imagine,” Mercedes says. “I can’t imagine any of it, how hard it must be.”

“Yeah,” Quinn says. She swallows. “The hormones just kind of rule my life. Like, right now, I would kill someone for garlic bread. Actually, I think I could just eat garlic straight.”

Mercedes laughs, and Quinn can’t help but smile. Even though her eyes are still damp and her throat feels raw and her feet haven’t really stopped aching, things feel okay again.

“I’ll go talk to my mom about dinner,” Mercedes says. “I’m sure we can have something with garlic.”

“Thanks, Mercedes,” Quinn says. She looks up to meet her eyes and adds, “thank you, for everything. Really.”

Mercedes reaches out to squeeze her shoulder before stepping away. “You’re welcome.” Then she leaves the room.

Quinn takes a deep breath, rests a hand on the crest of her belly. She turns for a moment back to the mirror. Her face is washed out, streaks down her cheeks from her tears. But most of the eye shadow is still there, still catching the light to reflect countless sparkles.

It is pretty, she thinks. She’s not sure if she could be the kind of person who wore it, but maybe she should try finding out.

[yslkook]

#corporate synergy (9)

#corporate masterlist summary: you’re making many strides- this month brings new work milestones and new personal milestones. after a night with new friends, you find yourself in jungkook’s arms. word count: ~5.6k warnings: cursing, alcohol/drinking, suggestive content in the form of making out, grinding, this is an 18+ story dont forget a/n: ENJOYYYY and thank you to @cutechim​ for your endless support <33

Work isn’t so bad in the coming weeks, you quickly decide. When you have colleagues around you who have become your genuine friends, it becomes a little more bearable to tolerate your ungrateful boss.

Even his snide comments haven’t been able to bring you down as of late. 

Your midday pick me up often comes in the form of lunch with either or including Jin, Namjoon, Sana and Jungkook and whoever they bring along.

Jungkook. Since you had stopped by his apartment when he had been sick, something definitely shifted between you both. If he had been running through your mind before, he was a near constant presence in your mind now. This crush of yours has morphed into something unrecognizable and unfamiliar to you. It scares you, the intensity and the suddenness of it.

But your fear is outweighed by your affections for him, and it’s something you find yourself wanting to embrace. The instinct to run, to bury it and ignore it had reared its head more than once after you had made the bold move to visit Jungkook in his own apartment.

Well. It was bold by your standards. Spontaneity doesn’t come easily to you, but it seems like Jungkook has you breaking your own unwritten rules. And he doesn’t even know. He doesn’t even know how your lips break into an easy smile when his name lights up your phone or how sending a good night text to him is your favorite part of your night routine.

When you had told Jin that you had visited Jungkook when he was sick in his apartment, even Jin couldn’t mask his surprise-

“You brought the guy soup?! Are you kidding me?! What if he was a murderer? Then what? I can’t believe I’d have to explain your murder to Grandma. Why would you put that burden on me? I’m too hot for that-”

“Seokjin!” You shriek through laughter, “You’re being so dramatic for no reason! Besides Jungkook is too soft to be a murderer-”

“Oh, well, I don’t know if I trust your credibility anymore. You’re the one who’s in so deep that you went to visit the man when he was sick,” Jin says, “Though, that’s very cute and domestic of you to do so. Did you bring him Grandma’s galbitang?”

“Obviously.”

“Damn. Now I’m not the only one who gets the galbitang treatment, huh?” Jin says knowingly, “You’re a sucker.”

Despite your protests, you know he’s mostly right.

Jungkook stopping by your cubicle during quiet, uneventful afternoons is more often than not. Or, you find yourself in his cubicle with two cups of steaming hot tea. One for you and one for him. Sometimes you both gossip in whispers about the members of your respective teams or do some impromptu work on the submissions project. Or you both just talk- about anything that comes to mind.

It’s so easy to laugh with him, to tease him like you would a friend, and to look at him like you would a lover-

“I heard there’s gonna be a big re-org by the end of this quarter,” Jungkook whispers, as if it’s a secret. And honestly, it probably is.

“Oh? Which little birdie told you that? Namjoon? Or Yunho-”

“Namjoon did, but you can’t tell anyone,” Jungkook insists.

“You’re lucky I don’t have a big mouth,” You roll your eyes.

“You’re lucky I trust you,” Jungkook shoots back immediately, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. Your heart is suddenly in your throat but you maintain an unaffected facade.

“You think people will lose their jobs?” You whisper incredulously, “Re-orgs are so hard to stomach sometimes…”

“I hope not,” Jungkook sighs, “We’re all just cogs in the wheel that is capitalism, huh?”

“Well. I’m glad we’re cogs in this shitty wheel together, Kook.”

And there had even been several times when you had both found yourselves at the gym together, a happy coincidence as it was. Jungkook had felt much more comfortable with correcting your form, and seeing him sweaty with strands of dark hair plastered to his forehead only sent a string of lewd thoughts into your empty head.

If you nearly dropped a dumbbell from your sweaty grip onto your chest as he spotted for you because you caught a glimpse of Jungkook’s flushed cheeks and his easy smile directed only at you, then that was your own business.

And to your surprise, you’ve been getting meeting invites on your calendar from Hae-ri, the head of business development, herself. You’ve always hated networking, but Hae-ri had seemed so genuine when you met her in Tokyo that part of you wanted to maintain that relationship with her.

For some reason, it seemed that she had taken an interest in you. You’ve had many quick chats in her office or virtually if she’s traveling. You’ve come to think of her as a mentor, even if it’s only been a few months of getting to know her. The initial awkwardness you felt, the need to fill in the gaps of conversation had slowly washed away the more you talked to her. Your conversations mostly consisted of work topics- things that you found curious, or things you felt could be improved. You always leave her with a small idea or a thought to chew on until next time. But surprisingly (at least to you), she starts asking you for your perspective and your advice on challenges that she’s having.

It gives you something to ponder about, something that you haven’t allowed yourself to ponder about since you left school and took this job.

It makes you wonder if you’re meant for more. For so long, it felt like you were only surviving. Only trying to keep your head above water. But if you’ve learned anything over the last few months, it’s that it’s okay and encouraged to want and seek more.

High risk, high reward. But with high risk, comes the potential for things to fail. With high risk, comes the potential to be hurt and let down. Is it worth it? Is the journey worth it?

You think it might be, for how good you’ve been feeling lately (for the most part).

Yuna had quickly brought you into her own friend group, as if you’ve known her and Yuri, Seohyun and Sooyoung for as long as they’ve known each other. You’ve never had a group of close friends like them, let alone a group of girlfriends.

Now, you knew what people meant when they said that every woman needs a group of women around them. It hadn’t made sense to you before, but now… Now it does. And you’re not especially close with them, but they make you feel good. They make you laugh and they make you want to be close with them.

It’s an unfamiliar feeling, but it’s a feeling that gives you those familiar first date jitters.

So when Yuna had asked you to join them for a Friday night out, your first instinct was to hesitate and decline. But the more you started thinking about it, the more you found yourself wanting to go and enjoy a night out with new friends. And you had asked Jungkook for his opinion-

“Should I go? I mean, I don’t want to like… Be the pity invite. They’re all already so close…” You trail off a little nervously, itching at your chin.

“Being a pity invite fuckin’ sucks,” Jungkook agrees, “But it sounds like Yuna invites you because she genuinely wants you there. I don’t think she would’ve asked you to come if she didn’t want you there.”

“But what if it’s only because of Jin-”

“Even if it is only because of Jin,” Jungkook says, “Does it matter? Besides, you talk about things outside of Jin, right?”

“Yeah-”

“Just go. You’ll have fun, sweetheart. I know you will.”

You contemplate sending a picture of your outfit to Jungkook as you get ready- and why did you want to send a picture to him- for what? You don’t know. But you do know. You look good, you know you do- with the silky navy blue of your blouse a pretty contrast to your skin and your makeup done meticulously well.

In the end, you get distracted by Yuna’s texts that she’s arrived at your home. You told Grandma you’d likely be staying the night with Yuna. Grandma had only looked at you fondly, with unsaid pride in the lines of her eyes and her smile. You had made her promise to call you if anything happened, to which she promptly shooed you out of the door and into Yuna’s car.

Yuna grins at you and helps you put your bag in the backseat- which you really don’t need help with. But you appreciate the gesture anyway.

And so the night begins.

It’s three tequila shots, half a glass of soju and some water later before you realize that you’re well on your way into the warmth that comes with being drunk. 

Your lips are permanently etched into a smile, laughter tumbling out of your throat easily and genuinely as you stand with Yuna and her friends in her apartment. Her apartment itself is so very her- very colorful and vibrant, with baby blue throw pillows over a pink couch and a mint green rug. Her apartment is relaxing and inviting, much like her. It’s only fitting.

You had learned about Yuri, Seohyun and Sooyoung- how they had known each other since college but Seohyun and Yuri hadn’t really connected with the group until after graduation. When they had all moved to Seoul for work. There is clearly a deep, understanding bond between the four of them and you’re benignly envious of it. But you don’t let it get you down- not the way it might have before.

You’re also happy that you and Yuna can get along outside of Seokjin. If you’re being honest, that was one of your main worries. That you would need Jin to act as a buffer for you and Yuna. But Yuna brings you into their tight knit circle with her innate warmth, and you want to feel it, too.

“Pick your poison, babes,” Sooyoung grins wickedly at you, standing behind Yuna’s kitchen island. Behind all of her bottles, laid out neatly for your consumption.

“I think you can venture a guess,” You say, handing her your cup.

“Tequila,” Yuna and Sooyoung say together.

“Wow. You know me so well.”

Sooyoung clearly has a heavy hand- you wince when you sip your mixed drink but you’re no quitter.

“Cheers,” Yuri says, “Cheers to us, and cheers to the fountain of youth, in the form of tequila and soju.”

The rest of the night goes in a blur of dancing, loose limbs and close touches. You can very clearly remember sending selfies and videos to Jungkook, who instantly replied with heart eyes and words that made your face heat up in the crowded bar.

“Who you texting,” Yuna says, wrapping her arms around your shoulders so you’re facing her. She holds you close and you have to steady yourself by holding her waist. 

“Jungkook,” You say quickly, “Just wanted to say hi.”

Yuna looks at you knowingly but says nothing, only dancing with you. Yuri joins you from behind, holding your own hips tightly. You sway with them, throwing your head back happily and singing along to the song blasting on the speakers.

Your head feels hazy, but you feel happy. 

“G’nna call Jin,” Yuna slurs to you, “T’ pick us up-”

“Wanna see Kook,” You say stubbornly, already pulling your phone out. You have to close one eye to see the words on your phone screen, and even then, it’s kind of blurry. 

You call Jungkook, or at least you think you do. But he answers, a sweet sound of your name ringing in your ears.

“JK,” You breathe into your phone, as if he can hear you over all of the noise. 

“Hi, sweetheart,” Jungkook says smoothly, “Having fun-”

“Jin’s comin’ t’pick us up,” You cut across him, leaning against the wall for some stability. You can’t tell if you feel this weightless because of your drunkenness or because of him. “But… I don’t wanna g’home with them. Wanna go home with you.”

“You want me to come pick you up?” Jungkook asks. Anticipation and then happiness blooms in his chest, that you want to see him. 

“Yeah,” You reply instantly, “Wanna see you. Miss you.”

“You saw me a few hours ago, at work,” Jungkook teases and laughs when he hears your noise of protest.

“But I wanna see you,” You’re on the verge of whining, and you’re not above it.

“You’re obsessed with me,” Jungkook says, unable to keep the smile off of his face, “I’ll be there in twenty.”

Jungkook has a small smile on his face the entire drive to the bar.

Jin and Jungkook both arrive at around the same time, parking a few blocks away from the noisy bar and hopping out quickly.

Jin looks at Jungkook as if he is transparent, and it unnerves him. Jin says your name first and then, “You’re here for her, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, she called me,” Jungkook says, not backing down from the obvious heat in Jin’s eyes.

Jin looks at him, long and hard. Despite the bustle of people around them on the busy street, Jungkook knows what this is. It’s one friend, a brother really, looking after another.

Jin claps his hand over Jungkook’s shoulder, and the tension immediately evaporates as if it had never existed. 

“Let’s go get our women, huh? Jin says with a grin.

Jungkook lets out a sigh of relief.

Jungkook sees you before you see him- your head tipped back in laughter, alcohol slick in your eyes and you nearly stumble but maintain your balance by holding Sooyoung’s shoulder for stability.

You look so pretty, as you always do. But tonight, you look relaxed and carefree and it looks nice on you.

And you sharply turn your head to him when Yuna whispers in your ear with a smug grin of her own and your eyes connect with his. You take him in unabashedly, leaving the conversation you were in to be next to Jungkook.

He meets you halfway, threading through the few people standing in between you both. 

Your smile is blinding, full of flowers and tequila- of course, you nearly lose your balance trying to get to him as fast as possible. Luckily, he’s close enough to you that he can grab your waist before you fall on your ass.

It seems that almost happens all too often in his presence.

“It appears,” You murmur, “That I’ve almost fallen for you.”

“Yeah, how many times do I have to catch you before you bust your ass?” Jungkook says, eyes dancing and it’s the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen.

“A million and one,” You reply. You’ve had plenty of water from when you had called Jungkook to now, and while the tipsy haze has begun to lift, you still feel the edge of alcohol clouding your mind.

“Cheesy,” Jungkook rolls his eyes. He doesn’t mind the way your hands slide up his arm, as if reassuring yourself that he’s right there. That his hands are really circling your waist and that he had really come to pick you up.

You wrap your arms around him for a wordless hug and sway for a moment in his arms. He smells nice and he feels safe. He tightens his arms around you, wrapping himself around you almost completely.

Your heart flutters at how nice he feels, his chest slotted against yours.

“I’m glad you called me,” Jungkook murmurs, only for you to hear. 

“Glad you picked up,” You reply sincerely, meeting his eyes, “And glad you’re here.”

You shine in his arms, bright, bold and beaming. You surprise him again and press your thumbs to his cheeks, before pecking his cheek quickly.

“Let me get you a water and then we’ll go,” Jungkook murmurs, his hand drifting to the small of your back. The satin-y material of your shirt is thin in his fingers- where is your jacket? Had you even brought one?

“Okay, Bambi,” You reply dreamily. You lean against him at the bar, head on his shoulder as you both wait. You tighten your grip on his bicep and he moves his hand to circle your waist and pull you into his side. He likes the way you slot next to him, your quiet heat something he doesn’t know if he’ll ever get used to.

The sparkles in his doe eyes never seem to fade away when he’s with you. Your head is filled with nothing but his reddened pout, the way his hair falls into his eyes, and the way his palm feels on you. His lips move as he speaks to the bartender but all you can feel are the absent circles his thumb makes on your hip.

Your throat goes dry, and the urge to cling to him and hold him close, for you and your eyes only is too great. The man contains a universe in those eyes, and you always want to gravitate towards the magnetic pull of his axis. The overwhelming urge to kiss him washes over you in gentle waves, the desire igniting your veins. 

But you wait. In your tequila-addled mind, you decide to wait. Not here, not now. 

“Here, princess,” Jungkook says easily, the pet name slipping out without him meaning to. You gasp in surprise with wide eyes and your cheeks light up. Something in your belly is satiated by that and Jungkook knows it.

Interesting. You never fail to surprise him.

“Thank you,” You mumble, “Honey?”

Jungkook’s heart skips a beat and he squeezes your waist in approval. You smile at him, a little bashfully and god, does he want to kiss you. He wants to kiss the gloss right off of your lips, he wants to taste the tequila on your tongue. He just wants you.

But not here. Not now.

You’re trying your best to not be handsy in the car. What is it about a man with one hand on the wheel? Specifically, what is it about Jungkook, with one hand on the wheel and the other dwarfed over yours in your lap?

His hands were big. That much you knew. But having his hand in yours like this, encased over yours- they just seemed that much bigger. The feeling of his hand in yours sends sparks through your skin. You melt with his touch, with the soothing sound of his voice.

You have to ask him to repeat himself more than once, because you’re too busy enjoying the feeling of his hand in yours.

He chuckles to himself, already aware of your apparent distraction. The tips of his ears are warm and his belly is fluttering. But he’s not ready- when Jungkook parks his car and helps you out of the passenger seat, you don’t let his hand go. Instead, you bring his knuckles to your lips and kiss it softly.

“Thank you,” You mumble, meeting his eyes, “For taking care of me, Kook.”

Jungkook doesn’t let go of your hand after that, not in the lobby, not in the elevator, not even as he unlocks his door. Not even as he gives you water and a snack to chew on. You watch him with hearts in your eyes, looking at him as if he’s hung the moon and stars for you.

“D’you have clothes? I left mine at Yuna’s,” You ask once your face is freshly washed. Despite your difference in skincare routines, you had not so secretly stolen some of his cleanser and moisturizer. 

You suppose you’ll have to skip on toner tonight.

“No, I don’t, even though you’re standing in my bedroom,” Jungkook rolls his eyes and you swat his shoulder.

“You can just say yes-”

“It’s more fun to stress you out,” Jungkook says and rummages around for a shirt and some shorts for you to wear. He pulls out a freshly washed pair of shorts and an oversized grey t-shirt for you, but you’re smirking at him deviously.

“What,” Jungkook says flatly, “Why are you looking at me like that-”

“I don’t want those clothes,” You murmur, mischief swirling in your eyes, “I want the shirt you’re wearing.”

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you,” Jungkook says, hoping you don’t catch the stammer in his voice. He moves closer to you, curling a hesitant hand around your cheek. You lean into his touch, tilting your head just a fraction and hum at the warmth of his palm against your heated skin.

He pulls away just for a second to peel his shirt off of his torso and despite your bravado from earlier, you’re not prepared to be met by his bare chest or the full breadth of his tattoos.

In fact, you squeeze your eyes shut to cope with the sudden sight of his beautiful, golden skin and the lines of corded muscle. 

“If I didn’t know you, I’d be offended,” Jungkook’s voice comes from right in front of you. He puts the fresh shirt on and his hand resumes it's comforting place on your cheek.

“Shut up,” You muster out, “Turn around, Jeon.”

And he does, hearing your pants drop to the floor, along with the rest. You neatly fold your clothes and place them on his chair before changing into his clothes. And Jungkook hears you inhale deeply- his clothes smell so much like him, the scent of his cologne heavy in the minuscule fibers.

“You can turn around now,” You mumble softly, “Honey.”

If Jungkook thought he was ready to see you looking at him with tired eyes and a tired smile wearing his clothes, he was kidding himself. He won’t deny that he’s daydreamed about it before- seeing you in his clothes, in his bed, in his arms, in his arms, in his arms…

And now you are. Even if you’re a little tipsy. He can’t wait to kiss you, feel the mold of your lips against his, feel how they slot against him- but not now, not tonight.

“Jungkook,” You say, tugging your hand in his. He doesn’t miss the way your eyes are still mischievous. “Should I sleep on the couch? Is it untidy of us to sleep in the same bed?”

“Haven’t even taken me out on a date yet and you’re already trying to bed me, huh?” 

“It didn’t take much, Kook,” You laugh.

“No,” Jungkook says, “I suppose it didn’t.” 

You’ve never been this close, this open to anyone. It unnerves you a little, even in your foggy mind. But maybe not as much as it would normally. 

You feel like you can just be with Jungkook. Without questioning it, wondering if it’s right or wrong. And you think he might feel the same way, too.

You’re “sleeping” on your side, facing away from him. Jungkook notices how rigid you are, as if you don’t know what to do. He also knows you’re still awake, even if you pretend not to be.

He touches your shoulder tentatively, reassuringly. “Hey,” Jungkook murmurs.

You hum in acknowledgement, feeling like a live wire about to explode. What do you want? What are you doing?

Nothing. It’s so easy with him. What are you so nervous for?

Jungkook can read your thoughts easily, your body language a practiced poem to him. “You alright? Is this too much?” Jungkook murmurs, pulling his hand away.

You miss his warmth already. No, you realize. It’s not too much… You want more. You want more, you want everything he’ll give you.

But he misunderstands, taking your silence for hesitation. You feel him begin to slide off of the bed, likely to take the floor or the couch. But you turn abruptly, shooting up and grasping his forearm tightly.

“No,” You say softly, “Don’t go, Jungkook. Stay with me.”

“You sure?” Jungkook hesitates, “Whatever you’re comfortable with, I’m comfortable with.”

“Yeah,” You breathe, “I’m sure.”

And so he settles in his bed once more, and you still sense apprehension radiating off of him in waves. 

“Are you sure?” You murmur, turning to face him. You’re close enough to him that you can see the count of his long eyelashes fanning his cheeks. Maybe you’ve rushed into this, whatever this is. Before you can spiral down that train of thought, Jungkook cups your cheek and your breath hitches.

“I’m sure,” Jungkook says, his cheeks tinted a dusky red, “I… I like seeing you like this. In my clothes, in my bed.”

“I like seeing you like this, too,” You whisper, feeling a little shy. But you return his gentle caress with a warm hand over his chest. Your touch sends happy little shockwaves pulsing through him, and he wants to chase that feeling with you.

“Thank you,” You whisper, somehow even softer, “For taking care of me. I probably interrupted your night...” You shift closer to him, plucking the courage to allow the press of your chest to his and to gently run your fingers through his soft hair.

More shockwaves.

Jungkook resists the urge to say what he really wants to say. Instead, he gives you a blinding smile, one that has you smiling back. “No, there’s no interruption. There’s only you.”

The sheer conviction of his words leaves your entire body buzzing and your face aflame. You’re not sure of many things, but you’re sure of this-

“I’m gonna kiss you,” You mumble sleepily, “Tomorrow, I’m gonna kiss you.”

And somehow, with that declaration, you fall asleep with your head tucked on his chest and he’s left with a small smile on his face.

Jungkook is awake before you. It’s a cloudy morning, shades of grey hidden behind his blinds. It makes him want to curl into you, just how he was moments before. He had woken up to his arm loose around your waist, his chest around your back. You were so warm, so pretty in his clothes. So unassumingly his, if you’d have him.

He peels away from you hastily. His face immediately heats up, he’s certain the tips of his ears are red from his proximity to you. 

Specifically, your ass is pressed into his half hard cock, and he can’t bring himself to pull away. Not when the sweet image of your ass swallowing his cock is a previous fantasy that is so close to becoming a reality.

You squirm in your sleep, or at least, he thinks you’re asleep. You sigh lightly before getting comfortable and Jungkook knows he’s in trouble. With you, he’s always in trouble.

Your hand comes forward to your face and you rub your eyes tiredly. Jungkook’s throat goes dry- what should he do? Feign sleep? Roll away from you? Or-

You make the decision for him though, and lift your hand behind you to feel around for him. A satisfied sigh escapes your lips when you find his chest, and then a soft murmur. A complaint.

“What?” Jungkook chokes, “I can’t hear you.”

“Come closer,” You mumble, your voice hoarse. It sounds like thick, golden honey and Jungkook wants a little taste. He envelopes you, encasing you with his legs and his arms around your waist. Your hand drops on top of his much larger one and you sigh dreamily.

“Jungkook,” You say, not really sure where you were going with that train of thought, because the warmth of his body against yours feels too good to do anything but sink into.

Jungkook nearly purrs into your neck.

“Good morning, princess,” Jungkook says. God, he wants to get used to this.

“Morning,” You reply, threading your fingers through his and squeezing. You push back against him, grinning to yourself when you feel him freeze up behind you. He holds your hip tightly, to stop you from moving.

Jungkook is only a man, only a man with a giant crush that he knows you reciprocate.

“What are you doing,” Jungkook asks breathily.

“I’m just lying here,” You say innocently and grind into him. Jungkook takes the bait, of course he does, and melds his hips to yours. A sharp exhale tickles your ears when he rocks into you lightly. It only lasts a few moments, a funny, sweet feeling swirling in your belly. It spreads to your toes- it’s all because of him, because of his touch. His touch sends a warm buzz all over.

You never want to let it go.

“You remember what you said last night?” Jungkook asks breathily, his lips nearly pressed to your neck. Remnants of your perfume along with the scent of his sheets lingers on your skin.

“I said a lotta things last night,” You tease, reaching behind to thread your fingers through his hair lazily. He groans, bucking his hips just a little faster. A breathy moan escapes from your throat and you’d be a little more embarrassed if you weren’t enjoying how he felt around you so much.

“You did,” Jungkook hums, “You were really talkative-”

“I remember,” You say and finally turn in his arms to get a good look at him. His cheeks and the tips of his ears are tinted a pretty pink. But your gaze immediately lands on his eyes, his beautiful, big, brown eyes. The same eyes that look at you with something similar to magic in them.

“Said I was gonna kiss you,” You continue, “So ‘m gonna kiss you. Can I? Can I kiss you?”

He nods eagerly, eyes wide and lips parted in anticipation. He wonders if you know how long he’s thought about kissing you, about feeling those surely soft lips against his.

And now his dreams with his dream girl are coming true. You press your lips to his, almost bashfully, and gasp into his mouth when he grabs your waist as if he can’t get enough of you. And he can’t- he can’t believe this is real, you in his arms, you kissing him like this.

It’s soft, it’s magnetic, it’s you.  Your skin is soft under his fingertips as his hand shifts to cradle your cheek. Your hand is fisted in his shirt before you wrap your arms around his head and push your fingers into his hair hurriedly.

Your hands are everywhere, trying to hold as much of him as you can. You can’t get enough either- the warm heat of his mouth is too enticing for you to let go of. You’re on a cloud, in a daydream all on your own. Filled with nothing but pastel stars and dark skies and him.

Jungkook devours you, slowly, surely and all at once. He slips his tongue into your mouth and you sigh, swallowing his own moan. Jungkook holds you close but presses your back on the bed and hovers over you when he pulls away slightly to catch a breath.

But you pull him back towards you impatiently by the collar of his shirt and press your lips to his. Jungkook re-centers you, slowing your impatience and kisses you languidly as if you have all of the time in the world to learn the soft lines of his equally soft lips. His name comes out of your mouth in a breathy whisper- he’s on his knees to hear you say his name like that as many times as he can.

Jungkook pulls away for a longer breath, peering down at you with wide eyes and bitten lips. 

“J-Jungkook,” You say with a splitting grin. It just feels right, it feels natural with him. “That was fun. I wanna do that again... baby.”

He laughs, eyes crinkling and honest and it makes your heart flutter. Jungkook presses his lips to your forehead, your cheeks, your chin, your nose- and in between you laugh airily, wrapping your arms around him to keep him as close to you as you can. Wrapping your legs around his tiny waist, you keep him molded to your chest.

He loses himself in you, in the gentle but firm caress against his heated skin. 

“Your hands,” You murmur with a smirk, “Your hands are so big…”

Jungkook snorts and rolls his eyes, nipping at your neck playfully. “Shut up,” He says, voice muffled.

“You’re really hot,” You say a little more seriously, “Like…  really, really hot.”

“Thank you,” Jungkook says almost shyly.

“So you agree? You think you’re really pretty?”

You screech with laughter when he playfully pinches your waist. “You’re really pretty,” He repeats to you, “Like… really, really pretty.”

“Oh, I know,” You grin and cup his cheeks for a quick kiss. You won’t deny the way your heart pounds at his quick, genuine declaration. You wrap an arm around his broad shoulders, rubbing the expanse of his back and enjoying the feel of his thick muscles under your fingertips.

“Kiss me again,” You demand softly, “You’re good at that. We’re good at that.”

And so he does, he kisses you softly, deeply and pulls peals of laughter and soft moans of his name from your throat and into the minuscule crevices between both of you.

Jungkook wonders if his past self would’ve ever dreamed of this moment- of his dream girl in his bed, wearing his clothes, kissing him as if he was the sweetest nectar to grace your lips.

tags: @koo-zy​