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[meltedbluecaterpillar]

I saw your post about requests and I figured I'd ask - would it be alright to request something with Leona performing oral? (I don't mind what assets the reader has - either way is fun hehe)

I feel like the sight of his sexy fuckin face while his head is between my thighs and his arms are wrapped around my legs to hold them open so he can easily access whatever he wants to is hot AF lol

I hope you have a nice day! Remember to stay hydrated (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

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A/N: Oh my dearest Alice... How you've seduced me with this thought... Unfortunately... I am a bigger fan of sinking to my knees for Leona... But... I also like this kind of service... I hope you enjoy what I've made.

tags: Leona Kingscholar x gn!afab!reader, cunnilingus wc: 507

Leona Kingscholar had bewitched you with his charms once again. It wasn’t like the two of you had a romantic relationship. No, not at all. It was far more explicit. A form of animalism on Leona’s behalf. You had something between your legs that he had hungered for. And with enough prodding and poking, convincing and cooing, he had you all to himself in the botanical gardens.  

It was an occasion that you couldn’t predict. You would find yourself dozing off in class in the early morning. And around lunch time, the lion would seek you out for something more entertaining. Today was one of those occasions. His knee parted your thighs when he cornered you, whispering sweet nothings that stoked a familiar flame in your stomach. With a smirk, Leona had you trailing right behind him with your gaze turned towards the tips of your shoes.  

Your chest heaved, thighs clamping around his head as his sandpapery tongue dragged against your plush folds. His lips pursed and kissed wetly at your aching clit. His hands held your hips tightly pressed against the soft earth to keep you from bucking against his face. Your pleas and cries fell silent to his little brown ears. It was just the foreplay. The wild flicks of his tongue that would urge your orgasm out of your shaking body was only the foreplay. Leona usually did this for the sake of his own pleasure. His tail would flick and curl in the air as he kissed and sucked, not caring for the shaking sound of your voice as he savored your nectar.  

“Leona- Please waait... Mmm’cumming again...” Your voice was strangled in your throat as the beastman continued. Tears pricking the corners off your eyes from overstimulation and your hands un-balled from fists to find purchase in his long, dark hair. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably as Leona laughed against your throbbing mound. He whispered something inaudible to you. His nails dug into your skin, tongue delving inside of your wet, silky walls as he continued to devour you. The muscles constricted and throbbed as your body shook beneath him. Coming unraveled from his light touches and the rough texture of his tongue against your aching clit.  

The moans falling from your lips was something that encouraged Leona. You couldn’t remember how many orgasms the beastman had already gotten out of you. And you weren’t sure how much more you could take. His thumbs began to press roughly against that soft spot of skin under your belly button. The application of pressure made you gasp, your voice pitching high as a sudden gush of fluid began to pour out of you. The familiar stickiness coated Leona’s mouth as you uncontrollably rocked your hips against the soft ground and up against his awaiting mouth. The beastman lapped and swiped his tongue against your awaiting hole. He could feel how boneless you had become. Limp and malleable under his hold.  

Again, this was just foreplay. There was far more to come for you.  

[dollarstoreartsupplies]

things that remind me of the nerdy prudes

(because like two people reblogged this one i did forever ago for the losers and i forgot how fun these are)

grace:

getting veggie tales songs stuck in your head as an adult, knee socks, eating all your broccoli, sparkly butterfly clips, watching sunlight glint off a lake through the treeline, guinea pigs, friendship bracelets off a water bottle, being secretly glad when someone you don’t like turns out to be a bad person, a bunch of cellophane candy wrappers crinkling at the bottom of your purse, being a little too into archery at summer camp, pastel bible highlighters, banana pancakes, tying way too many ribbons around the advent wreath, leggings under dresses, daydreaming about how you’d escape if you ever got kidnapped, strawberry ice cream, roller skating with almost too much protective gear on, cloud gazing, obvious family secrets that everyone refuses to tell you, feeling weirdly guilty for ordering your steak rare, bringing too many swaps to girl scout camp so you can trade with everyone, asking a new friend for their email address, long denim skirts

steph:

really dry liquid lipstick you bought in your freshman year of high school but refuse to throw out, 24 hour diners, typing in all lowercase but never actually changing the setting in your phone, listening to music you hate but gaslighting yourself until you enjoy it, really dark purple nail polish that looks black, collecting crystals even though you don’t really believe in them, saying your team bella (but secretly being team jacob), getting mad your vape was confiscated at your high school graduation, one million rings, coffee ice cream, tinfoil in a microwave, exclusively wearing sports bras, shoplifting, pink monster, thinking cigarettes are really hot, never wearing a jacket even if your cold, penny boarding, drinking four loko, regretting four loko, refusing to put your hair up even when you really should, kuromi, half fallen down led lights, playing your mom’s old guitar, sour skittles

pete:

planetariums, being overly competitive at board games, ginger ale, using a chapstick until it runs out, really liking marshmallows, really liking hot chocolate, hating marshmallows in your hot chocolate, buying a bunch of cool notebooks and never using them, forever dm, pretending you didn’t find asdf movies as funny as you actually did, m&ms, freezing cold hands, hand-me-down sweaters, only ordering chicken fingers and french fries, being intrinsically trusted by cats, carrying a clarinet to school every day, skipping episodes of next gen if they don’t feature data, praying on the first day of school that your teachers didn’t have your older sibling, transition glasses lenses (that you absolutely regret), dry krave cereal, secretly finding most museums really boring, grow-your-own-geode science kits, wing tip tap shoes, messenger bags, only doing extracurriculars that look good on college applications

ruth:

your comfort gay newsies fanfiction from middle school, being jealous of your younger sibling, those phone cases with glitter and charms floating in water, team edward and team jacob, wishing you hadn’t quit dance, buying fun jewelry and never wearing it, being devastated your hair is too dark to dip dye in kool aid, sticky lip gloss, painting every nail a different color, self sabotage, crushed velvet scrunchies, the grease soundtrack, wanting to be a rockette when you grew up, never learning how to do make up, begging to do figure skating as a kid, begging to do beauty pageants as a kid, begging to do cheerleading as a kid, turquoise braces bands, sinclair gas stations, showing up to an audition that you didn’t realize had a dance call, dunkin’ donuts munchkins, squirrel girl comic books, one half of a best friend necklace you wore longer than you should have

richie:

trying to get the marble out of a ramune bottle, wearing big headphones 24/7 (even if they aren’t playing anything), staining your best friend’s bathtub blue with hair dye, sour patch kids, enamel pins, discord calls across like three different time zones, the charlie bone book series, getting in trouble for drawing in class, being the friend with a car but also being a terrible driver, a pokémon card binder, that one kid who was really, really good at cup stacking, wearing shorts in the middle of winter, thirty-nine minute long voice memos, being exceptional at claw machines, vocaloid songs, your pet parakeet hanging out on top of your head, that one vaguely traumatizing round of the pocky game from seventh grade, regularly broken duolingo streaks, getting in trouble for bringing a real katana to your freshman year halloween dance

[flowerbetweenfangs]

Cream Filling: Chapter Four

CW: There is discussion of an abusive relationship. The MC also remembers the lovebombing stage. Nothing is on screen, so to speak.

This is part of an ongoing series. You can read the previous part here!

Thick sheets of snow covered the streets, the grey sky plunging the world outside into early darkness. Streetlights flicked on, bathing everything in amber light. Despite the lack of sunlight, the sidewalks and strip were empty. 

“Full moon,” Horac commented. “Everyone who’s got half a brain is already at home.” 

“Magic rituals, werewolves running around, and everyone who needs it is charging their charms.” Wrecks shrugged, before yawning. 

“All the wildlife around my home is being so noisy right now. I barely got any sleep last night.” He rubbed his main eyes. 

Elle went to touch her protective charm, but only felt the spider. Right. She’d left stone at home, right on the windowsill so the rays of the moon would charge it with protective magic. Her neck felt naked without it. 

A blast of cold air hit her. Shivering, she rubbed her arms as a man in a large coat shuffled in, clutching papers. His face was wound in scarves, hiding his face. Without a word, he came to the front counter and set the pile down, without looking at Elle. His fingerless gloves showed his nails were thick and opaque, slightly longer than normal, and tapering to a point. 

His hand rested on the counter, and the papers shuffled again. 

Looking down, Elle realized it was a job application he was presenting to her. Before she could ask him any questions, he shuffled away, pulling his patchy coat tighter around himself went to the door, holding it open as a gaggle of goblins came in. 

Quickly, she snatched up the application and put it into a manilla envelope along with the rest. Runes appeared on the tab at the top, before the papers vanished in a puff of smoke. 

“Welcome to Ramses!” She called out, having to lean over the counter to look the new customers in the eye. They were a small group of regulars, and she gave them her best smile. 

Once the café closed, Elle tried to not lament the small pile of tips on the counter. At least with her favor, it meant that the debts she’s acquired would be a lot less cumbersome in the next couple of weeks. Still, she felt a pang of anxiety as she picked up the bills and stuffed them into her wallet. 

“Attention residents.” A voice crackled over an old ham radio, the dials twisting to try and get a signal. Elle jumped, putting a hand over her chest as her heart hammered. 

“Moonrise is in three hours!” The voice continued, followed by feedback. Wrecks yelled, covering his ears and scuttling to the kitchen.

 “We advise all non-magical residents to please be indoors before then.” The crackling lessened. “All those afflicted with lycanthropy please proceed to safe areas. Those who plan on performing rituals, please refrain from doing so unless you are being supervised by a professional…” 

As more warnings and advisories warbled on, Elle rubbed her ears. 

“You alright, Rookie?” Horac asked, going to the radio and attempting to adjust the volume, before yelping as a bolt of magic hit his fingers. Waving his hand, he sucked on his finger and glowered at the machine. 

“Does it do that every full moon?” She winced, hoping it would stop soon. 

“Yeah. But we’re normally out by then.” Horac shrugged, then looked at the empty café. “But we have to have one for safety standards.” 

Sighing, Elle went to the back and clocked out. 

Wrecks parted with a polite farewell, before scampering up the side of the café. Silky strands quickly froze as he spun, but that seemed to be the goal because the drider was using them as a bridge. 

Hopefully, this one wouldn’t be burnt down. 

Going to her car, Elle shivered. Snow was starting to come down heavy again, clinging to her clothes and hair. The old clunker was already covered in a foot of snow. She unlocked the door and pulled, having to yank harder than normal to free it from the ice. 

After scraping off her windows, she sat in the driver’s seat. Her breath was foggy. Taking the key, she stuck it in the ignition. Turning it, she felt her heart drop when the engine stalled. 

No. She was just starting to claw her way out of debt. She could not have this happen now! Turning the key again, she held her breath as the engine sputtered, but nothing more. 

Why today of all days? Trying to keep her breathing steady, she rubbed the steering wheel. Whispering a few affirmations, she tried to will the car into starting. 

There was a rap on the window. Turning, she saw Horac standing right outside. 

“Need a jump?” He looked pointedly at the front of her car. 

“My savior!” She called out, opening the door and popping her trunk. 

Once she got out the jumper cables, Horac repositioned his truck. It was probably older than her clunker, but obviously better taken care of. There was a wax finish on it, catching the streetlight and looking lovely. The tires were new, windows all but sparkling. If it wasn’t for the snow and some slush, it would have looked like it rolled off a vintage vehicle lot. 

And when it started, the engine purred. 

Elle wondered if he was the type to stay in the garage after dark, polishing the metal meticulously. And if he winced every time her car squealed to life. 

Once she’d opened the hood, Elle rubbed her hands together and stared at the vehicles. The Boarman fiddled with the cables, before standing next to her. Without realizing it, she scooted closer to him, feeling his body heat. 

Sighing, he slipped off his coat and put it over Elle’s shoulders. Whatever it was made of was heavy, nearly making her knees buckle. She pulled it closed, adjusting her stance to stay upright. 

“Aren’t you cold?” Elle asked. 

“It’s not too bad.” He assured her. “I’ve dealt with a lot worse.” He fiddled with his key ring. “You want me to unlock the café so you can wait inside while your battery charges?” 

With a sigh, Elle shook her head. “Don’t worry about it, there should be enough juice for me to get home.” The thought of her getting stuck on the highway on the trip back made her shiver. To be out on the full moon, without a protective charm. Shaking her head, Elle walked to her car and rubbed the roof, giving it a few more affirmations. 

After a few more minutes, Elle slipped into the car and took in a deep breath. Turning the key, she winced when the car sputtered, before dying again. Sighing, she hit her forehead against the steering wheel, feeling ready to burst into tears. 

Come on… Not today of all days. 

“Want to call your insurance?” 

Biting her lip, Elle avoided the Boarman’s eyes.

“... You have insurance, right?” 

When she didn’t respond, Horac mumbled something, running a hand down his face and rolling his eyes. Sighing, he looked away and at the businesses turning their lights out and covering their windows. 

“Then again, I don’t think there are any places open because of the full moon.” 

Looking at his truck, Horac jerked his head toward it. “Come on. I’ll take you home.” 

“It’s a half-hour drive!” Elle protested. “And you’ll be in the Leviathan district!” 

“Alternative: Leave my coworker stranded on the full moon. She gets bitten by a werewolf or worse.” Horac took the cables off and put them back in her trunk. “A ride service is going to be more expensive, but if that’s what you’re more comfortable with.” 

Elle wasn’t so sure the pittance in her wallet would cover the gas money the truck would need, let alone for a ride service or taxi.

“Well…” 

“I should be able to make it back with plenty of daylight to spare,” Horac assured her. 

Looking at her car, Elle slipped in and gave it one more try, but the engine only clicked. 

Pulling out the tips, she peeled off one bill for herself and passed the rest to him. “I know that thing’s gotta be a gas guzzler.” 

Rolling his eyes, Horac sighed and helped her into the truck, before starting it. They drove through the strip in silence as more snow fell. 

“I knew that thing was going to crap out on your eventually.” Horac sighed. “I could always hear it before seeing it.” 

Elle felt her cheeks burn. “It was all I had.” She swallowed hard. “I… Lived in it for a few months before I got the job at Ramses.” 

Horac’s shoulders squared, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. 

“Damn.” His tusks wiggled. “I… Don’t mean to pry, but has your ex been bothering you again?” 

Shaking her head, Elle looked down at her phone. “No. I used my favor to make sure that he’d been taken care of.” 

“Any word on that?” 

“No, but it’s only been two days.” Elle sucked in a breath, looking at the burn on her wrist. It still perfectly resembled a pair of lips. Heat rushed through her, the memory of Ash’s lips on her skin fresh. 

“You’re gonna be fine,” Horac said, reaching over like he was going to clap her on the shoulder. His hand hovered, before returning to the wheel “Ash, if nothing else, knows how to leave his customers satisfied.” 

The silence that followed was stifling. Horac fumbled for the radio, finally managing to turn on a classic rock station. 

They were about to get onto the highway when traffic started to bottleneck. Elle inhaled sharply, seeing all the cars ahead of them. 

“Rookie.” Horac’s voice was calm. “This may put you in an awkward spot. And I’m sorry.” 

Her eyes didn’t leave the road. There were a few vehicles that had slid off and flipped over. A few of the occupants were camped out on the shoulders, bundled up against the cold and chatting with police officers or on their phones. Despite this, another car flew past them in the merging lane. 

Unable to stop, it slid, rear wheels spinning as the driver tried to get traction again. 

If it was this bad now, how would it be after Horac dropped her off? Sure, his truck was better suited for the conditions, but the other drivers…

“Horac. How far away do you live?” 

“About twenty minutes from here, other direction.” He said, eyes not leaving the road. Another car spun out, and he winced. 

“I would… Feel really bad if you drove back in this.” Elle swallowed. “I… Don’t have anyone at home that needs me. If it’s easier, I can just crash on your couch tonight?” 

Horac visibly relaxed. “I didn’t want to make it awkward and just offer it to you. But it beats driving home in this.” He craned his neck and nodded. 

“Let me get off at this exit.” Flipping on his blinker, Horac inched forward and then eased out of the traffic. 

Elle kept a death grip on the handle above the window. 

“Will, uh, your kids be there?” 

“No.” Horace’s eyes narrowed and he began to ease up the ramp. “It’s their week with mom.” He let out his breath when they managed to get onto a level surface. “We switch off every Friday.” 

Once they were back in the district limits, the ride went a lot smoother.

“They’re safe?” 

“Yes.” He exhaled sharply. “The safest they can be.” 

They drove in silence again, the music filling the void. Buildings began to become sparse, long snowy fields taking over. She stared at them, seeing a few dead stalks of plants. Farmland? She frowned. 

Horac kept his speed low, so the twenty minutes turned into thirty before they came upon an iron gate. Elle blinked rapidly, trying to hide her confusion. To her shock, the gate didn’t look like it surrounded a community, but a long sprawling driveway. 

With a grunt, Horac opened the door and stepped out of the truck, physically opening the gate. It squealed noisily, making Elle grit her teeth, hands clapping over her ears. Once it was open, Horac looked back at her. The gate trembled slightly in his grip, but he kept it lifted. 

“Think you can scooch it up a little bit for me?” He beckoned her. 

Looking at the driver’s seat, Elle bit her lip. Unbuckling her seatbelt, she slid into the driver’s seat. With a white-knuckled grip, she shifted the gears and slowly edged the truck forward, hearing the roar of the engine as she stomped onto the gas. The vehicle lurched forward, and Elle quickly slammed on the brakes, chest hitting the steering wheel. 

Horac winced and kept his head down as he waved her forward. 

Much softer, Elle pressed on the gas. The wheels spun, spraying snow behind the bed of the truck, but the vehicle slowly rolled forward, finally passing the threshold. Slamming on the brakes again, she threw the gearshift into park and all but jumped into the passenger seat again as the gate squealed behind her. 

Horac got back into the truck with a sigh. 

“Well, you didn’t wreck it, so that’s a good start.”

They drove up the winding driveway, a house slowly coming into view. It was a two-story ranch, with a screened-in front porch. An old tire swing hung on a large tree in front, children’s toys covering the yard, half-buried in snow. Remnants of a garden were poking from behind a stone ring.

“It’s been in the family for years,” Horac explained as they parked. “Didn’t have the heart to sell it.” 

Stepping out of the truck, Elle shouldered her purse. The snow continued to come down in large flakes, leaving the area blindingly white. As they entered through the garage, she could feel the pressure of a second threshold spring up. 

Flipping on the lights, Horac opened the door, letting her go first. 

They entered a living room. Despite the toys in the front yard, the inside was spotless, things tucked away cleanly into totes or baskets, blankets on the back of an expensive-looking couch, and an old tv set. 

“Wow.” Elle fidgeted with her purse. “I had no idea.” 

“It’s an inheritance.” Horace shrugged, before going to the kitchen. “Er… I hope you don’t mind tv dinners. It’s all I got that’s human-friendly. I normally eat out when my kids are here. I, uh… Don’t really like cooking when I’m not working, you know?” 

“Sure!” Elle’s stomach grumbled. At this rate, she was ready to start chewing on anything solid. 

Next to the couch was a nightstand with a lamp. A silvery rectangle was next to it, showing cracked glass across the middle. 

Leaning down, she flipped on the lamp, illuminating a picture in a frame. It showed a dark-haired girl, maybe two or three, holding a newborn wrapped in a blanket. Her smile was big but didn’t reach her eyes. The crack covered a person reflected in the mirror, obscuring the picture taker. 

They were all human. 

Staring a moment longer, Elle finally pulled away when the floors creaked. Horac had gone down the hall, his shoulder scraping against the walls. 

Come to think of it, she’d never asked about his kids, and the Boarman never indulged information beyond that he had them or had to leave early to take care of something pertaining to them. 

Slipping off her coat, Elle looked down at her uniform. It was going to be uncomfortable sitting in it all night, but it was better than sliding off the road or being stranded. Pulling out her phone, she texted Wrecks that she and Horac had gotten back and were safe, reminding him to be careful. 

Heavy footsteps brought her back. 

There was a shirt and pair of shorts over Horac’s arm, judging by the size, it wouldn’t even fit over his head. 

“You don’t have to take it, but,” Horac shrugged, tossing over the clothes. “I can’t imagine the maid outfit is terribly comfortable.” 

Staring at the shirt, Elle saw it was the same pink as the ticket for “Temptation”. When she unfolded it, the club’s name was printed across the chest, a pair of crimson lips under it. 

“Old shirt,” Horac said sheepishly. 

“Were you in middle school?” Elle held it up to him. Even if they could get it over his head, it would probably rip at his shoulders. She wasn’t too read up on the anatomy of Boarmen. 

“I-” Horac shook his head. “It was a while ago.” 

Elle felt a twinge of guilt, knowing it would be unwise to press further. Holding the clothes to her chest, she ducked into the nearest room. 

There were twin beds on opposite walls, a closet between them. Each one had a trunk at a foot of it. The headboard on the right said “Isabella” the one on the right said “Jolie”. The walls were covered with children’s drawings, from markers to crayons. 

Isabella seemed to be the older one, showing more pictures. There was a drawing, showing a family of four, showing a dark-haired woman next to the girls, and a fair-haired man on the end. 

“Daddy, Mommy, Me, Jolie.” 

Elle stared at them, feeling a sudden pang in her chest. 

Slipping on the clothes, Elle folded up her uniform and sighed. 

When she came out, the shirt almost came to her knees, and the shorts down to her calves. The tie at the waist had to be looped around her hips to keep them from sliding down. 

Horac was fiddling with a dial on the television, hooking it up to his laptop and managing to get a show streaming. An old black and white movie flickered across the screen. There were two sad-looking tv dinners on the coffee table, which Elle ate. It was better than nothing, making the rumbling in her stomach lessen. 

They sat on opposite sides of the couch, the silence deafening. 

“I was thinking about breaking out some of my old bourbon,” Horac finally said. “But if you’re not comfortable, I-” 

“I haven’t been out drinking in years.” Elle almost laughed out loud. “I… Could never afford to.” She scratched the back of her head nervously. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to talk about how broke I am all the time.” 

Horac shrugged. “I mean, you can’t help it.” He faced her.  “But… You have drank before, right?” 

“Oh, yeah!” Elle reassured him. “But it was like… Sneaking drinks from the older patrons of the academy I went to-” Her mouth closed, and she sighed. “It was a different time.” 

Horac got up and went to the kitchen, glasses and bottles clinking. When he came back, he unscrewed the lid and poured them both a glass, his much taller and larger than hers, topping it off with cola. 

A large ball of ice floated in the alcohol, fizzy clinging to it. 

Picking up the cup, Elle gave a smile. 

“To breaking old bonds,” Horac said, gently clinking his glass to hers. “May yours go smoother than mine.” The hem of his shirt hiked up, showing the twisted and knobby scar on his abdomen. 

Averting her eyes, Elle tried to not stare. 

Taking a drink, Elle winced at the taste but managed to gulp down the liquid. Eyes watering, she sniffed and wiped her nose. Setting the glass down, she took in a deep breath and pinched the bridge of her nose. 

“You’re supposed to go slow.” Horac teased, before taking a sip of his own drink and setting it down, and filling Elle’s glass with water. “Only drink as much as you want to. If you just want water, it’s fine. And if you want me to stop drinking, just tell me.” 

He drank another glass, switching the movie to an old tv show. His eyes were focused on the screen, but she could see him staring at her out of the corner of them. 

Nursing the water, she thought about the drawing, then the photograph. Genetics of interspecies relationships escaped her. Sure, there were cambions, dhampirs, and holsteins, but purely human children? “So… What happened to you?” 

“Hm?” 

“I saw… A picture in your daughter’s room. A family drawing. It uh… Didn’t look like a Boarman in the “dad” spot.” She felt bad about prodding, but she had to know. 

Horac was silent for a moment, running a thumb over the rim of his glass. His jaw clenched and unclenched before he sighed, topping off the drink with another round of bourbon. 

“It’s a bit of a sore subject, but I feel like you should know since you’re dealing with Asmodeus.” 

“What?” She tried to not look too baffled. 

“Some of us get a demon’s Favor. Some of us get their Ire.” Horac explained, staring at the credits as they rolled across the screen. 

“When I worked for Temptation, I was a good employee. A bunch of customers liked me, so did the workers. But I also wasn’t afraid to jump in and break things up when they got out of hand. It didn’t happen enough, but it was enough to justify keeping me around. I loved my wife. Loved my kids.” His tongue flitted across his lips. 

“The succubus who had a thing for me, she was something else. Ash encouraged her because he… Has a way of thinking that doesn’t really match up with mine.” He frowned, the pause following extended. 

“You don’t need to know the details of my screw-up.” Another drink, the glass filling with more bourbon and considerably less cola.

“But I messed up big time and got involved with shit I shouldn’t have been.” His shoulders sagged, shame darkening his features. 

“If you know anything about Concubi, they can get really attached to regular… “customers”.” He added air quotes around the last word.

“Anyway, she shot her shot, wanting more. Then didn’t take it well when I rejected her.” He winced. “I deserved it. Honestly, I should have had a lot more happen.” He finished his drink, setting down the glass. 

“Ramses approached me while I was in the hospital. And offered me a job as a cook. It was different, it was new. Fresh start. And I knew I could keep myself and my family safe.” He swallowed, eyes watery. “And I knew that once word had gotten around about the “incident” I would have a hard time finding anything else to do to make a living.”  

“So, I agreed. I went to turn in my two weeks. Asmodeus took my resignation as betrayal, so he twisted my body and changed it. Ash kept him from going any further than that. That man is a demon, but he’s at least able to see both sides of things. That’s the reason I didn’t throw him out the second he walked into the café.” 

Elle stared at him, her eyes wide. She picked up her glass and gulped it down, the rush of cold clearing her head. 

“My wife wasn’t an idiot but trusted me. The Club wound up sending a bunch of pictures to our home. My… actions had broken down the threshold enough for them to be able to cross.” Inhaling sharply, Horac squeezed his eyes shut. 

“The only solace I have is that the girls didn’t see them. Isabella doesn’t really remember what I used to look like, but she knows I’m… Different now. Jolie was a baby, so she’s only known this-” He waved a hand in front of his snout. 

“-as how I look.”  

Elle put a hand on his arm, giving it a light squeeze. He snorted, shaking his head. 

“I’m sorry.” She said softly, before letting him go and scooting away to the other side of the couch.

“I’m lucky.” Horac insisted. “They could have gone after my family. I’ll take something like this a thousand times if it means they’re safe.” 

He jerked his head toward her. 

“What about you?” 

Tit for tat. She almost felt guilty. He’d been so open with her about something that obviously hurt him, especially something that made him look… Less than perfect. 

Judging by how much he’d drunk, he wanted to forget. Horac seemed a little more buzzed, although his speech hadn’t begun to slur, and he seemed sharp. 

“I was eighteen.” Elle’s heart began to pound at the memory. The story had been told so many times, but each time she began, it was like her skin was being flayed open for everyone to see. 

***

“If you summon this, there’s no telling what would happen!” 

“Thousands of people summons demons every day.” Elodie swatted at the air. “And they’re doing just fine.” She looked at the symbols in the circle. “Besides, they have to do something before they can even do anything to you. Just gotta be smart about it.” 

She looked at the frightened faces of her old friends. Years had worn away the features, making them all fuzzy. There were infernal runes and symbols for various sins over their faces, obscuring them further. 

“I’m tired of living like this.” Scratching at her neck, Elodie finished touching up the last rune. “If this doesn’t work, I’ll go to the Beezelbub district and hit up the Vampires. I heard Plasma is supposed to be a safe Feeder Club.” 

Of course, the rumors about ‘blood bags’ were vile. Vampiric saliva could be addicting, leaving the human unable to go the recommended six weeks between feedings. The pay would get lower and lower, and three would bind the biter and bloody together, too big of a risk.

She looked at the circle on the floor once more. It looked close enough to the ones from the blogs she’d been consulting. 

“Now, you just need a bit of blood.” Elle paused, looking down at the components. “Whoever’s we use will be the one keeping this all in check.” 

“Why not yours?” 

“Hey!” She protested, feeling a rush of excitement and fear. “You sure about that? That means I’m gonna have all the power.” 

“You’re the one who knows the most about this.” 

Elodie huffed, scowling at the circle. “Still.” 

She flexed her fingers. Looking at the ritual knife, she picked it up, holding the handle tightly. No one moved to stop her. Either they were frozen with fear or had complete confidence. She wasn’t sure which one was better. 

Nodding, she began to head to the center of the circle, hearing a few gasps. 

“Last chance to back out,” She warned, eyeing the faces of her friends. 

No one moved. 

Taking the blade, Elle lifted her skirt and ran it along the outside of her thigh, chanting in the infernal language. It was harsh on her throat, like gargling nails. As crimson flowed from her leg to the central symbol, the lines began to glow. 

Air stirred, candle flames flickering. The energy began to shift, loud crackling making everyone jump. Elodie could feel the pressure and heat building but didn’t stop chanting. 

“Servant of Mammon, I command you to come to me!”  

A candle erupted. Then another. And soon the flames had become infernal pillars, faces flickering in the fire. Legions of screams began to add to the crackling, the heat becoming unbearable. Sweat poured into Elle’s mouth, but she didn’t stop chanting. 

Screams filled the air as the candles were dropped, and the room was vacated. Flames caught on the curtains. 

Stopping her chanting, Elodie ran out of the circle and began to stamp on the fires. Luckily, they hadn’t spread too much, but there was enough ash in the room to leave her clothes covered with them. Glaring at the closed doors, she crossed her arms. 

The petty part of her wanted to wait and see if any came back to check if she was alright. But she figured it wouldn’t end well. The Headmasters were likely already being informed of the ritual and that there was something on the loose the students couldn’t control. 

At least she could clean up the room before they got into more trouble. Or worse, someone with even less sense would try and do the ritual again and crack open a Hellmouth. 

She knelt to pick up the candles when a wave of heat rolled over her, the room suddenly bathed in crimson light. Whirling around, she saw a naked man sitting where her blood had spilled. 

Aside from the flesh-colored horns poking from his brow, he looked completely human. Inhaling sharply, Elodie felt a rush of scents hit her nose. Honey. Pine. Chocolate. Mint. The seemed to shift on a dime, images flashing in front of her. 

Honey poured in tea to sweeten it. A pine forest in the summer. A box of chocolates was passed to her by a classmate (who had the demon’s face for some reason). And the mint of someone’s breath as they leaned in to kiss her. 

Covering her mouth and nose, Elle coughed loudly, trying to clear her head and keep her eyes above the demon’s waist. 

A noise alerted him. Slowly, the stranger stood, a whip-like tail swishing behind him. Raking fingers through wavy hair, he opened his mouth to speak but paused. 

Doors burst open and in came the teachers and caretakers, shouting out binding spells and slapping charms on the walls to seal off the room. 

“Elodie Shepard! What were you thinking?” 

The demon vanished in a puff of pink smoke. 

As the room was blocked off, Elodie winced as she was grabbed by the arm and hauled off. 

“Well?” Headmistress Blackstone stared at Elodie from across her desk. “You’re lucky the spell didn’t work. Or who knows what you could have brought here.” 

Elle opened her mouth about to say it had, in fact, worked. But then she thought better of it and closed it. 

Blackstone spread polaroids taken from the scene across the desk. Despite the anger in her voice, the older woman’s brows quirked up, obviously impressed. 

“I know you’re kicking me out next week.” Elodie tried to keep her voice calm, despite the burning on her leg. “Because I haven’t shown any particular skills. Nothing to justify keeping me past adulthood.” 

“So,” Blackstone steepled her fingers. “Was this supposed to impress?” She shook her head, “Because the Guardians will have to be notified, and that room will have to be sealed off to prevent anything further from happening. Anyone who needed that room will be denied it for at least a month.” 

“It was supposed to give me a chance before I got thrown out with nothing.” Elodie shook her head. “You’ll never get it.” 

Sighing, Blackstone pinched the bridge of her nose. “I’m sorry, Miss Shepard. We tried to raise you right, even letting you stay past the cutoff date for a couple of gap years while we tried to finesse a proper higher education for you. But between your subpar test results, your need to skirt the rules, and the number of times you’ve been caught on grounds with boys-” 

“It takes two to tango!” 

“I know, Miss Shepard, but you have a… Habit. You’ve been caught no less than six times with four different boys. The woods. In the bathrooms. Even in the library where you were supposed to be studying! One of those boys had parents who donate to the school. They threatened to pull their funding because they thought we were neglecting his education.” 

Elodie scowled and looked out the window. “I bet if my parents were rich, you’d let it slide. But because I’m a foundling brat-” 

“There are a lot more with half your talent who work twice as hard,” Blackstone warned. “People who have gone through a lot more than just parental abandonment. You have to stop assuming people who aren’t blindly praising you are out to get you.” 

“This incident would have been the last straw, even if we had a reason to keep you here, this cannot be overlooked.” Blackstone pointed to one of the photos. “What were you planning on doing with this particular demon?” 

“A demon of Mammon can get you material goods.” Elodie shrugged. “Figured if I was going to be left with nothing, I could at least get myself something to help me live until I could get something to sustain myself.” 

“Well, you need to brush up on your runes.” She waved the photo. “ This is a symbol of Asmodeus, not Mammon.” 

“...Oh.” Elodie shifted uncomfortably. That explained a few things. 

They stared at one another in silence. Elodie shook her head, before standing up. 

“I’ll go collect my things.” 

Blackstone raised her hand, magic crackling in the air. Elodie plunked back down in the chair. 

“You’re never to take up the title of Mage, used magic generated of your own power, or use the academy for any reference in any career endeavors.” The Headmistress sniffed. “I hope this stunt was worth it.” 

As Elodie packed up her belongings, which wasn’t much, she noticed her friends were giving her a wide berth. A change of clothes and a few toiletries that could fit in a small backpack were all she had left in the world. 

If they hadn’t run… They’d probably be joining her on the street tonight instead of next week. 

Once she was off the property, the squeak of the iron gate loud in the night, she finally started to cry. She let out the tears,  before sniffing and wiping her eyes. Fanning herself, she managed to pull out a map without stumbling. 

This was it. She was on her own now. 

Staring at the map, she stood under a bus shelter, letting the dim amber of the streetlight illuminate the twisting lines of the map. Wind buffetted Elodie, threatening to rip the paper from her hands. Gripping it tightly, she grit her teeth and sucked in a breath. 

The cycling scents hit her nose again. Peppermint. Pumpkin. Fresh bread. Coffee. 

The smell of a city square during the holidays. Autumn gatherings with pastries. A bakery in the summer. A cafe in the spring. 

Jerking her head up, she stumbled back. The demon was standing across the street, now dressed in a uniform from the academy. It was too small for him, the buttons straining and pantlegs baring his ankles. 

“Oh! Now you show up!” Elodie snapped. 

“Sorry about that.” His voice made her breath catch. Each syllable seized her heart, and the map slipped from her hand.

“Adrian Ashborn.” The Power of his name crackled in the air. 

Ashborn. So Blackstone had been right. He was a Demon of Asmodeus. 

The faces in the flame came back. Were they other Concubi trying to break through the veil?  

“I was trying to summon a demon from Mammon , not Asmodeus.” Elodie rubbed her face. “You were a mistake, I’m sorry.” 

He was suddenly in front of her, their faces close enough for breath to mingle. 

“Gah!” She flinched away from him. 

“Don’t do that!” She rubbed her brow. The smells were starting to worm their way in, and she wanted to bury her face in his chest and just rest there. 

No, that was how they trapped people, focus!  

“Go away.” 

“I can’t do that.” He said, a matter of factly, keeping pace with her as she started to walk. “You summoned me, so you have to dismiss me.” 

“I’m not a mage anymore.” Elodie looked over her shoulders to check for cars. “They took all my magic, you must have felt the power holding you drain.” 

“You bound me with your blood, not power.” 

Elodie let out another groan, which seemed to amuse Adrian. His smirk would have been punchable on any other face. She still wanted to hit him, but she felt more restrained than normal. 

“They really sent you out here with nothing, huh?” 

“Can’t afford to keep feeding and housing me without a return.” Elodie sniffed, trying to flag down a passing car. “Barely managed to scrape by on my final exams to keep me. If I’d passed them this year, I’d be there until twenty-six.” 

They sped up, hitting a puddle of mud and spraying her. Stepping away from the road, she looked towed the lightening sky, ready to scream. 

They finally came to a rest stop, and Elodie ducked into the bathroom. Adrian started to follow her, but she swatted him in the chest, pointing to the sign. 

“Ladies only.” 

Inside, she scrubbed off the worst of the mud but was still covered with it. Changing her clothes, she stuffed the damp clothes in her backpack. At least she had that. 

When she came out, Adrian all but tackled her. He seized her arms, the touch sending a bolt through her. She barely managed to clench her jaw before a loud moan came out. 

“I got us a ride.” He jerked his head toward a van, where a bunch of men in flannel waved them over. 

“There’s a motel about three miles from here.” He explained. “They’re on their way to the nearby Hunting Grounds.” 

Werewolves. Blinking, Elodie sputtered. 

The pack was a polite, if talkative, bunch. They had filled up all the seats, but there was room on the floor of the van to sit, so she did. Adrian sat next to her.

Elodie was glad she didn’t have to say anything, although being in close proximity with Adrian was making her head spin. The scents, the warmth of his skin, the way the sun seemed to hit him just right. 

“Sucks that you’re in such a tight spot, but we’ve all been there.” The pack leader remarked, “It’s not much, but we’ll cover your first night so you can at least sleep somewhere warm while you try and get your bearings.” 

“Thank you.” Adrian smiled, and there was a collective inhale as everyone quickly averted their eyes. “Parents were a lot less accepting than you were.” 

Elodie tried to not roll her eyes. Of course, he’d go that route. Two lovebirds from different species in an unforgiving world. She felt guilty for lying, but she also didn’t want to be kicked out of somewhere twice in less than a day. 

“Just gotta find your people.” One of the wolves said. “It’ll get better, trust me.” 

The wolves let Adrian cover up with one of their blankets, but by the time they were at the motel, his skin was already blistered and peeling. The clerk took one look at them and about fainted, but quickly passed over the key as Elodie yanked him back into the room. 

“They weren’t kidding about you guys not being able to handle the sun.” Elodie winced, scouring the bathroom for a first aid kit. 

“I’ll heal up eventually.” Adrian watched her from the bed, which of course there was only one of. “You’re quite resistant.” 

“Huh?” She paused, looking at the pitiful bar of soap and toiletries they had. Sighing, she began to check the closet. 

“To my charms.” That damn smirk was back. 

“Oh. I feel them.” Elodie rolled her eyes. “But I’m ignoring it, like a random person screaming on the crosswalk.” 

“Ah. Explains your irritability. Ow!” He swatted at her backpack when it hit his face. When it fell, small red lines opened on his face and began to bleed. 

“Look.” His voice dropped a few octaves, freezing Elodie in place. “I have a proposition for you.” Taking a tissue from the box on the nightstand, he dabbed as the blood. “I can’t be sent back until I fulfill a contract, and you seem to be in a bit of a bind.” 

“I may be an incubus, but all that means is that I get my power a certain way. I might not have Mammon as my Prince but…” He squeezed the tissue tightly, the veins on his hand popping out. When he opened it, there were gold coins in his palm. 

Elodie stared at it, eyes wide. Licking her lips, she dared a few steps closer. 

“I think we can come to some sort of agreement.” He palmed the gold and stuck it in his pocket, the motion betraying his erection. 

“Good to know Demons are pigs just like their human counterparts.” Elodie snapped, turning away and scoffing. “I’m many things, but I don’t-” 

“It’s literally how I sustain myself, Dear. Do you shame a vampire for feeding on blood? Or a human for eating meat or vegetables? A spider for eating a fly?” 

Sighing, Elodie nodded. It was in his nature, and he couldn't help it. Not to mention he was probably in pain from the sunburn. He hadn’t asked to be summoned. And she’d yanked him into this mess. 

Turning to face him again, she rubbed her thigh nervously. 

“Just one contract, and you’ll go away?” 

“Of course.” The corner of his lip tugged up. “If that’s what you want.” 

Her lips parted as she tried to come up with the words, but nothing came out. 

“For one, I would like to not be reminded of Hell, so if you could be so kind as to assist me with my burns.” 

Swallowing, Elodie gestured to the empty closet behind her. “There’s uh… Not any aloe or anything like that.” 

“As I said, we sustain ourselves on a very specific sin.” He flexed his fingers, “Unless you’d rather me wait around until nightfall and go looking for someone else.” Leaning over, he put his ear to the door. “I can hear the hotel staff moving around, I’m certain there’s someone among them that wouldn’t mind a quick fuck in exchange for-” 

He yelped as Elodie slammed him against the headboard, arms clutching the too-tight shirt. Buttons popped off, rolling on the floor. 

“You are not going to abandon me after all I just went through!” She snapped, before realizing she was digging her nails into his skin. Blood had soaked into the fabric. Red smeared on her fingers, and she let him go. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“It’s fine,” Adrian assured her. “I love a woman who can kick my ass.” 

Rolling her eyes, Elodie slid off the bed, sitting at the foot of it. 

Adrian placed a hand on her thigh, right over the wound from the ritual knife. The touch was light, but it felt like he’d stuck a blade into the wound. Wincing, she pulled away, but his fingers lingered on her skin. 

“Why’d you cut there instead of your palm? Would have been a lot easier to control where your blood dropped in the circle.” 

“Not as many nerve endings. And I wanted to make sure I could hold onto the knife if you got wily.” Although her friends running and breaking the circle had made that pretty much impossible. 

“And if you’d cut here.” His fingers slid to her inner thigh, making her breath hitch. “You would have cut the femoral artery and bled out before the people who sealed off the room got there.” 

The touch was light, but Elodie could feel herself starting to quiver. Adrian inhaled deeply, closing his eyes. The blisters on his hands and fingers began to heal, the skin becoming smooth and whole again. 

“You may not be able to use magic made by your own power, Miss Elodie Shepard.” The energy of her name crackled in the air, making her heart skip a beat. 

“But I can promise you, if you allow me this, I will make sure that you are taken care of.” The tip of his finger brushed against the cotton of her panties. 

Elodie’s back arched, a shuddering breath escaping from her lips. The finger between her legs stayed, before Adrian’s hand began to travel up more, slipping past the fabric. A soft moan escaped him as he found the soaking folds. 

She fell back onto the bed, her skirt hiking up as her legs spread. The burns were gone from Adrian’s arm, and more were vanishing before her very eyes. Adrian’s fingers pumped in and out of her, his free hand sliding up and slipping under her shirt. It slowly rose up, exposing her midriff and bra to him. His nails traced over her breasts, covering her in gooseflesh. 

The hand went behind her shoulders, unhooking her bra with surprising precision. Leaning down, he took the cups between his mouth and yanked it off. 

Running his tongue over her nipples, he put it between his lips and began to suck. His finger circled her other breast, nail tracing over the erect tip. Between that and the fingers pumping in and out of her, it was almost too much to bear. 

She just wanted to come. But… Then what would happen? Panting, Elodie stared up at the ceiling, the soft moans getting louder and louder. 

“You held yourself together pretty well.” He rose up to straddle her. Taking his finger out, he brought it to his lips. It was shimmering with wetness. 

“But now that I know it’s there…” 

Opening his mouth, he began to suck it. A moan went through him as he shuddered, brushing his erection against her panties. When he pulled back, there was a wet spot on his crotch. 

“You’re not going to be able to hide it from me anymore.” He ground his hips into her, his smile widening as she let out a few whimpers, before clapping her hand over her mouth. How thin were the walls of this place? 

The noises made him chuckle, the blisters receding from his cheeks and jaw. Did anything related to sex give him power? 

“It’s taking all my self-control not to tear these off you right now.” He hooked a thumb under her waistband, slipping her underwear off and flinging it to the side. “When I get you some more clothes, I’ll make sure to do just that.” 

Grabbing the hem of her skirt, he roughly pulled it off, the seams popping. 

Putting a leg over his shoulder, he began to kiss down (up?) Elodie’s calf, the back of her knee, then thigh. His tongue circled her inner thigh, then slowly traveled up. His fingers parted her lower lips, breath rolling over the soaking folds. 

Elodie clutched the blanket, biting her lip. 

Adrian began to lick, hands wrapping around her thighs and placing her knees on his shoulders. Elodie yelped, legs crossing at the nape of his neck. The motion pushed him further into her, and he groaned. His teeth grazed her, revealing they were slightly sharper than a human’s, but not enough to be fangs. 

He plunged deeper, rolling his jaw and moaning, pulling back with a gasp and swirling his tongue around her clit. Elle moaned, rocking her hips against his face as her legs began to shake. The noises of pleasure only encouraged him further, and he continued to lick and suck at her clit, fingers plunging into her, thrusting back and forth. 

When he pulled his face off to breathe, he licked his lips and brushed up the fluid into his mouth, sucking his fingers with a moan. 

“Way better than aloe.” He panted, the burns now gone. Fumbling, he managed to unbutton the shirt and shrugged it off. 

Unbuttoning the pants, he let them slide down to his thighs, his cock hard and dribbling. Taking some of the fluid still on his chin, Adrian stroked himself, panting as he made eye contact with Elodie. Black and white rippled in his sclera. 

Pushing her leg up, Adrian lined himself up, damp head brushing against her wetness. Elodie’s breath hitched, feeling herself clench. He noticed, brows coming together in confusion. 

He put a finger on her clit, and began to circle it, grinding his hips against her, using her wetness to lube his shaft and head up. Biting his lip, he stared down at her, slowly starting to smile as she let out more pants of pleasure. 

As he continued to stimulate, he lined himself up again, her breath hitching as she shifted, opening her legs wider. She could see wetness on his fingers and her thighs. 

“You’re something else, Elodie,” Adrian said, his voice barely above a whisper. Shifting his hips, he slid inside her. “I can tell this is going to be the start of something amazing.” 

It was like a barrier had been broken, something inside her unraveling. Back arching, Elodie screamed as she saw every color of the rainbow, her vision blurring. Eyes watering, she felt her voice start to give out as her perception of the world started to slip away, only sensations of pleasure filling her mind. 

Adrian’s fingers laced with hers and he pinned them on either side of her head. His legs pushed hers apart and he began to thrust, hilting himself inside with each movement. 

Elodie could see various runes and symbols, feeling the contract starting to form. It was like manacles were forming around her wrists, pinning her to the bed. 

He released her, tangling his fingers in her hair and pressing her lips to his. As he continued to thrust, his tongue plunged into her mouth. Closing her eyes, she let the sensation take over. The runes and symbols seemed even more vivid than before. 

Wait… Those are infernal… 

Their tongues twined, and his moans reverberated in her ears, vibrating through her entire being, his heart thundering in his ribcage, the raising and lowering of his chest. Heats mingled, going from pleasantly warm to an inferno of pleasure. 

He’s been writing the contract the entire time? 

Adrian finally pulled back, gasping for air. His grip on Elodie’s hair tightened, keeping her head down on the bed. His skin glistened with sweat, his whole body heaving with exertion. 

Wait, go back, what does it say? 

Grabbing her hips, Adrian raised them, thrusting deeper than before. She could feel his hip bones with how hard he slammed into her, making her squeak and lock her legs around him. Smiling, he shifted and spread her out over his shaft, then started to rub her clit again. 

All thoughts and symbols began to fade away. 

Elodie yelped, feeling the pleasure ripple through her body, then crest as she clenched. 

Letting out a groan of pleasure, Adrian shuddered, his cock twitching. Panting, he pulled out, white strands spurting onto her stomach. 

“Well, I’d say that was…” His eyes narrowed as he lifted her hip. “What the Hell?” 

“W-what’s wrong?” Elodie sputtered, legs shaking too hard to move.

“You’re still twitching. You okay?” 

Nodding, Elodie fell back with a sigh, covering her eyes. He’d have to learn to not scare the bejeesus out of her next time. 

Wait… Why was she thinking about a next time? This was supposed to be a one-time thing. Panting, she turned on her side. Fumbling with the air conditioner, she turned it on full blast, letting the cool air roll over her. 

Then, her stomach heaved. Springing up from the bed, she rushed to the toilet, her legs giving out just when she reached it. 

Retching, she felt her stomach empty itself. The pleasure that filled her body started to turn into a pattern of throbbing and dull aches. 

Fingers went through her hair. Adrian clutched it in a knot at the back of her head, tight enough to hold it back, but loose enough not to make the headache worse. The cycling scents started again, but now they were making Elodie’s body shake and eyes water. 

“Sorry. Should have told you about this. It’s a bit of a hangover.” Adrian sat on the rim of the tub, leaning down and pressing his lips to her shoulder. Wincing, Elodie jerked away from his touch. “Humans aren’t… Too terribly used to the sensations.” 

He looked hurt, but it was hard to tell how much out of the corner of her eye. 

When Elodie finished, Adrian flushed the toilet, putting a damp rag to her forehead. Then, he picked her up and carried her out of the bathroom. 

The hotel room had gone from a barely furnished space, to something out of a luxury suite. The bed was taller, the comforter fluffier and embroidered with a scene from hell. A demon (that could be said to resemble Elodie) reclined in a pool, being fed some sort of fruit by a pair of naked men. Setting her down, Adrian smiled. 

The backpack she’d come in with was now a trunk, so full of clothing that the lid couldn’t close. Adrian pulled out a silk robe and passed it over to Elodie, and she slipped it on. He pulled out a matching one and tied it, but it did little to hide his growing erection. 

The mini-fridge that came with the room was now filled with champagne and chocolates. The nightstand was now filled with money and jewelry. 

“It’s a start,” Adrian confessed. “I’m not a servant of Mammon, but…” 

***

“It’s always good until it isn’t,” Elle said, sighing. 

“Making a contract that you couldn’t even read.” Horac shook his head and sighed. “Damn. I knew demons were sneaky, but that seems low, even for a Hell Dweller.” 

“It was my own damn fault.” Elle looked at her drink. Even if she hadn’t gone into all the details, they were still fresh. Concubi preyed on sensation, so encounters with them were near impossible to forget. 

“If I hadn’t tried to summon a demon, none of this would have happened.” Her hand went to her thigh. The scar had long since faded, but she could see it in her mind’s eye, still slick with blood. 

“But ‘maybe’, ‘shoulda’, ‘coulda’, ‘woulda’ gets tiring after a while.” She had gotten past the point of self-pity. It was why she’d started this new life. Why she’d gone into so much debt to escape him. And why she was finally going to leave the past where it belonged. Behind. 

“What will you do when he’s gone?” Horac asked. 

The question gave her pause. She’s spent so long focusing on getting out from under the rock it never really occurred to her what “later” would entail. 

“I don’t know. I never really had a plan outside of ‘get away’ and ‘pay off my debts’.” The original plan was to work as a mage. Then it was to survive with Adrian. Then it was to get away with Adrian…” She frowned. “I kind of just went along with what felt right at the time. Because…” Her hands closed on the empty air. 

“...It felt right?” Horac finished for her. 

She stifled a laugh. “Not as profound as I could have hoped.” She shrugged. “Until I know my next move, I’ll just keep doing what I’ve been doing.” 

Taking the tv dinners and glasses, Horac cleared off the table. He managed to find an old phone charger Elle could use. Once she’d gotten it plugged in, she set up a makeshift bed on the couch. 

Horac shuffled off to his bedroom, where Elle could hear him talking on the phone, likely to his daughters. Despite it all, he had people who cared about him. 

She thought about Wrecks and Ramses. Now she could add the Boarman to the list of people she considered her friends. 

Staring at the shadows on the ceiling, Elle laced her fingers over her stomach. Closing her eyes, she settled in, pulling the blankets up to her chin and trying to snatch a bit of sleep before the morning. 

Next part here!

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dance for you

pairing: riri williams x Black reader (feminine) summary: it's the first home game of the season and majorette dancer riri is excited to hear the roar of the crowd in the stans. too ad her number one fan is stuck working. wordcount: 3.1k warnings: rated 18+. minors dni. cursing. not beta’d (that’s a warning in itself). let me know if i missed any! dedications & credits: originally inspired by dominique getting ready for carnival in a couple videos that @axailslink posted a few months ago. hbcu!shuri and hbcu!riri live rent-free in my mind so i went with it. not gonna lie yall, i'm not the happiest with this, only because it was supposed to be longer. every time i tried to expand on it, it just didn't feel right to me which is why the ended may feel a bit abrupt. there might be a part 2 in the future (or a stand alone that could be read in connection to this), but for now, i hope you enjoy.

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she looked so fucking gorgeous. 

it was a little after five when you arrived to riri william's on-campus apartment, smirking up at the small yet advanced security camera she had rigged in place of a key. though you were a little skeevy about facial recognition and have your face scanned into the ether, you trusted her...and you loved being able to pop in and out of her place whenever the desire was there.

you didn't have much time before your six o'clock shift, this weekend being mandatory for all bartenders and not to brag, but you were one of brimstone's best. hell, you should've been. you had worked there since you were a freshman, unable to drink, but more than capable of keeping the liquor flowing and charming your way into extra tips.

ending the door, you headed towards the open bathroom door, your feet stopping as did your heart the second your gaze landed on the beauty that was your girlfriend in makeup. your approach had gone unnoticed, riri's eyes closed as her best friend viv continued to pat the beauty blender up her cheekbones, across her forehead, her back to you. 

"oooh, bitch, i'm scared of you," viv had said, giggling as she put down the orange sponge egg, grabbing the setting spray.

a fine mist sprayed from the clear matte bottle, giving your girlfriend's skin a dewy cast. white teeth flashed between nude painted lips as she laughed, the sound your favorite melody. 

you shifted in your position, leaning against the door frame content with watching your shawty get pampered in peace. she didn't always do this. between her classes, "side hustle", and working on her inventions, riri rarely had the time to press pause on life that was long enough to take time out for herself. honestly, the only time she really allowed herself to get dolled up, outside of date night with you, was during football season.

as a fly girl, a majorette on your university's dance team, there were certain level of self-maintenance riri was required to sustain and while during the off-season that meant she was focused more staying conditioned for the next season, the end-of-summer through winter window was when your girlfriend spent more time (and your money) getting her face beat, her hair styled and her nails filled in. 

not that you were complaining. you would never complain about doing something that made her so happy, her inner glow was physically visible to the naked eye. you be able to provide that for your girl? it made you feel favored and fortunate. 

except on nights like tonight.

though subtle, your shift in movement caught her best friend's attention, eyes glancing up at you through the mirror before going back to the task at hand, rocking her weight back onto her left leg.

"looks like i ain't gonna be the only one scared tonight," she said, swapping the setting spray for a black and white circular hand fan, viv flicking her wrist back and forth, the gentle flow of air speeding up the makeup application drying time.

"whatchu mean?" riri asked, her head tilting slightly, perfectly scuplted brow quirking in interest.

"'cause with the way your girlfriend is lookin' atchu right now, anybody try to step to you tonight finna be scared for a whole 'nother reason."

you couldn't help, but laugh, throwing your head back; first, because of viv's commentary, but as always, your attention was never too far from riri. she chuckled before her friend's words fully interlocked cohesively in her mind, eyes opening immediately, knowing exactly where to look to connect with your own. your pink tongue dragged across the plump of your bottom lip as you settled into the full intensity of those brown eyes focusing on you. 

"hi baby," she said sweetly, soft smile spreading into a wider grin. 

it was clear from the alertness in her eyes, she hadn't expected you to stop by. honestly you were pushing it pretty close since it was a ten minute drive to brimstone, and you still needed to head back to your apartment to shower and get dressed, but if you were stuck working all night, surrounded but a bunch of horny, drunk, and high people, you damn sure were gonna make sure you saw your baby first.

hopping down off the bathroom sink counter, she side-stepped viv, arms immediately wrapped around your waist. careful not to ruin her best friend's hard work, you nudged her chin up, full lips coming down to press against hers, supple as always. 

"hi beautiful," you said, pulling back just enough to mumble the words against her duo-tone lips before capturing them with your own again.

"uh, yeah, girl, i'll meet you downstairs in like twenty minutes."

you barely heard viv as she grabbed her things and left, your attention solely on the young woman who had captured your heart a year and a semester ago. her hands toyed with the hem of your shirt, fingers brushing against the velvet of your skin as your hands shifted  to the sides of her head, fingers threading themselves in her microbraids. 

you pressed your lips against hers a couple more times before pulling back a few more inches to just look at her, taking her in. she used to hate when you did that, stared at her like she was the most precious thing in the world, as if just having her here proved the existence of magic and miracles. 

these days, things were different, her gaze now a mirror, reflecting back a love so deep you could free fall in it and never touch to bottom.

"you so damn pretty," you said, shaking your head slightly as if her beauty were an insult, lips curling upwards into a smile at the way she beamed at your compliment.

"thank you mami," she said, leaning up to press a kiss to your jaw before letting you go, turning to clean up the leftover mess on the counter. "so...how long are you mine for?"

her tone was played casual, but you knew how to see beyond the dramatic lightness of her words.

"forever and a day, but..."

you approached her from behind, hands brushing the terry fabric of her robe as they wrapped around her waist.  you buried the rest of your statement in the space between her neck and robe collar.

"...unfortunately i have to leave in, like, five minutes ago."

"right now? are you serious?" 

you didn't even need to glance in the mirror to see the downturn of her lips though she revealed it to you, half turning in your arms to meet your gaze.

"you really can't make it tonight?"

you sighed softly, the slump of your shoulders obvious. you hated to disappoint her.

"i wish i could." your bottom lip poked out for a second, mimicking her pouty facial expression. "brian's making everybody touch the clock this weekend and since i didn't work last night..."

your voice trailed off, hand on her hip smoothing down over the curve of her ass as you leaned back in for another kiss, this one searing with memories of just how the two of you spent your night off. you weren't the only one still drunk off recollection, a throaty moan vibrating against your lips the second they touched hers. 

all too soon, you pulled apart, a sigh falling from between her painted pout, and not the kind of sigh you loved to coax out from her.

"but you have to go."

you could see her trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice, the urge to kick yourself growing stronger.

"i have to go," you confirmed, the hand on her chin moving down to mimic your right, ten fingers splayed against the soft cotton covering her ass. "but text me where you end up after the game. i'll come find you after my shift," you promised, eyes staying locked on hers for a moment longer, waiting for her nod in agreement. 

her eyes fluttered closed as you pressed a kiss to her forehead, right hand coming down to slap her left ass cheek, the contrast in action drawing a gasping giggle from her and a smirk from you as you made your way out her dorm apartment's door.

yeah, you made a mistake coming in to work tonight. it wasn't that it was boring, not per sé, but at 7 o'clock, it was still pretty early. the only people at the bar were those who couldn't get tickets to the game and with a stadium who's capacity sat at 20,000 people, that number of fanatics without was relatively low. 

still, you weren't bored. you'd just rather had been somewhere else. 

like at the stadium cheering your hbcu's football team on at its first home game of the season...and watching the love of your life shake her ass with a touch of class in the sexiest uniform you've seen in your four years of attending. 

the worst part about it was that you hadn't even seen riri wearing it in-person, instead only getting 8-second glimpses of it on the social media stories of her dance sisters. the last one had been a casual version of the fly girl sway, complete with attitude poses and your favorite thing to see her wear, a smile.

fuck, you had to get out of here.

it took you two beer replacements and an appetizer sampler platter to come up with an easy, but fail-proof way to get out of a shift with a guy like brian. it wasn't hard to find him, the older man hiding away in his office, no doubt watching the game's live feed on his laptop.

your knuckles rapped sharply against the door twice, your boss' head snapping up immediately as if he had gotten caught doing something forbidden. he was so busted. you coughed once to hide your amusement.

"uh, hey brian, i know i just clocked in like 2 hours ago, but i gotta go home."

if anyone knew how to frown with their entire face, it was brian. even his nostrils seemed to display disappointment in your words. 

"and why exactly is that?"

"it's personal."

"so is having a job and working your intended shift to totality."

how you didn't roll your eyes at his bullshit was beyond you. instead, you looked away, left then right, weight shifting back and forth as your shuffled on your feet. after the moment of awkwardness you purposely created, you peeked up at him, grimacing.

"so my cycle just started and there's bl-

brian's work-weathered hand came up to stop your sentience from continuing to completion, just as you knew it would. this was a fifty-four year old man who took his tmi very seriously, which made it pretty easy for you to exploit in emergencies like this. 

"just go, but i expect you to prepared to pick up some extra hours next weekend."

the not-so-veiled threat barely made it to your ears the way you rushed back down the hallway, feet squeaking against the titled floor as you narrowly missed a busboy in your haste.  you rounded the corner of the small break room, using the term "room" loosely.  deft fingers spun the silver combination lock, the tumbler dropping the base so you could pull open the creaking metal door and grab your backpack from the bottom. yanking at the ties of your waist apron, you pulled out the folded bills from the front pocket, the meager tips you managed to earn in the almost two hours of your shift, before shoving the apron and your lock into your bag. 

a loud clang sounded in the room as you closed the door, your feet already in motion towards the entryway and then out the back door.

you contemplated whether or not you should change before heading to campus, your work uniform of black jeans and a black fitted black t-shirt not the worst fit in world, but still nothing close to your usual style. a glance at the clock on the dash told you that if you wanted to see riri's lithe form dancing her heart out, the outfit change would have to wait.

it was a good thing you decided to skip it, too, since the parking lots were full. the packed side streets and grass lot parking had you wishing you had finally gotten your motorcycle license.

turning the block the stadium was on, you could hear the roar of the crowd. you wanted to believe it was for your school, but since the opposing team's school was only two hours away, it wouldn't have surprised you in they had fans attending by the bus-load as well.

just as you were able to say "fuck it" and risk parking in front of the two-hour meter parking you knew was located a couple streets over, a bright orange sign caught you attention, the word "media/press parking" in bold, black block lettering. a smirk formed on your face as you cut your wheel in the new direction.  

the roar of the crowd near deafening as the home team gained 20 yard, only 10 more yards to go to widen the score gap with less than two minutes on the clock before half time, . squeezing through the slow walking and talking bodies, your hand gripped tighter the canon dslr camera that hung from the leather strap adorning your neck, backpack straps trapping the "campus media" badge and lanyard close to your chest.

you had never been so grateful to have joined the yearbook club a year ago, an extra curricular supplement to your photography minor. the navy blue and platinum silver badge pretty much let you get behind the scenes of any school event, which you used to your advantage, flashing the plastic card at the security guard blocking the tunnel gates before slipped past him.

you carefully maneuvered your way along the sideline towards the home team's side of the stans, grateful the that violence of the game was taking place at the other end of the field. it would be just your luck that you got all the way here just to get tackled by a defensive player trying to take down a running back. 

honestly, you couldn't care less about the game, about the screaming fans and the hyped up players near the bench waiting to take their turn on the turf. your eyes searched the stands, instead, easily landing on the twelve dancers sitting poised, one leg crossed over the other as the band behind them transitioned into a new tune.

holding up the camera, you took a few test shots of the fly girls, thumbing quickly to adjust the settings before bringing the viewfinder back up to your face. you couldn't help but zoom in, catching candids of your girlfriend as she waiting for the dance captain to start her lead-in. 

glancing over your shoulder to be sure you were still in the safety zone, you refocused on the task at hand. since there were already other campus photographers on the sidelines, you technically didn't have to get photos of the game, but you weren't going to break cover now, not after you busted your ass to get where you were standing in the first place.

you snapped another photo, looking down at the digital screen with a frown, not exactly happy with the aperture priority.  fiddling with the dials, you glanced up at the stands again, head bobbing as your eye caught the dancer next to riri giving her a nudge and pointing in your direction. speedily, you lifted the camera back up to your face, index pressing down repeatedly as you captured her reaction to your presence. shifting the weight of the camera to your left hand, you raised the right, returning her enthusiastic wave before catching the kiss she blew at you with a smirk.

riri was literally glowing.

the energy in the air was electrifying, supercharged, after the Bruisers took the W, keeping them undefeated at the start of the season. thankfully the teams, band, and dancers were allowed to clear the stadium before the fans, event staff such as yourself following behind.

leaning back against the sleek black of your audi r7, you settled in to wait for riri to exit the blue double doors. honestly, you didn't mind letting the thousands of people fight their way out of their spots and onto the road. you were in no rush, giving a polite smile or wave as familiar faces as they cleared the press lot.

the slight bite of the cool breeze stroked against the bareness of your arms, your hands sliding back and forth to warm them despite the perfectly working heaters on the other side of the car door. just as you were about to give in and sit inside, the petite woman emerged from the double doors, her eyes scanning the busy lot until she found who she was looking for.

you.

it was as if a switch had turned on, the way riri brightened up the moment her eyes landed on you. a smile stretched wide across her face. legs kicking dramatically behind her, she half-jogged in your direction, both hands tucked into the kangaroo pocket of her oversized h---  wait, that was your hoodie. as well as your sweatpants, tied tight to her waist though still baggy on her hips.

"you missed me that much you had to steal my clothes?" you asked, pulling her into your arms.

leaning into her, riri's back bowed slightly as you pressed your full lips to hers, arms pulling her in closer as your lips traveled to her chee bones, her nose, her forehead. her laughter stole her breath as she gave it to the wind, pearly whites to the sky as she grinned.

"well i didn't know if you were comin' or not so i had to do what i had to do." she shrugged, eyebrow quirking as she stood bold in her truth, in her blatant desire to have you close.

"well, i'm here now so no substitutes needed, aight?" your hands slide away from her as you moved to open the passenger side door for her. "so where we headin'--yours or mine? i know you prolly wanna shower before we hit up some parties and i damn sure ain't wearin' this shit out tonight."

eyes never leaving her frame, you watched riri glide into the front seat with the gracefulness only a dancer could have. 

"we can head to yours. i think my 90's lakers jersey dress is over there and you got the perfect jordans to go right wit em too." 

there wasn't anything to say to that, nothing to do but to chuckle and shake your head as your fingers pushed the door closed. there was security in the way riri was so confident in her ability to just assume your things as hers. pride would swell in your chest seeing her swimming in your clothes, her healthy appetite and habitual exercise routine aiding in the appearance of her natural petiteness. not to mention that shit turned you all the way on.

it never felt unappreciated in the way her presence carried over into your personal space, not with the way the invitation was always mutual.

[hollowknighthelp]

Hello, been a bit :]

I'm at 110%!

Thr last things to finish are the Patheon of the Knight (working through it), and the Trial of the Fool

Do you have any advice for the latter? /genq

Hello again!

But ough, the Colosseum trials are the one combat thing that I struggle to give tips for </3

I'll do my best, though!!

The good thing, at least, is that you should have lots of practice with God Tamer at this point. The real issue is just getting to her!

(Though if you're concerned about her fight, you could always practice against her in the Hall of Gods!)

I don't know how applicable this'll be to the Trial of the Fool specifically, but if you're in a situation where the arena has not been altered and there's only a Shielded Fool left on the field, I believe you can continuously safely Dream Nail it for SOUL and heal, if you're careful? So you can use it to get back to full health and full SOUL before moving onto the next wave.

In the section with the Death Loodles, I believe I would just stay under the middle platform at the bottom and wait for them to come near me. You might also be able to Dream Nail them there and heal up?

In the section where you don't have much space to move and Garpedes are moving vertically, remember to Dream Nail them if you aren't full on SOUL! And you might have time to heal one mask at a time, but I'm not certain.

What's by far my personal least favourite part of the trial is the section where the floor is entirely spikes and you're forced to cling to the wall while fighting against flying enemies. You can oneshot the Armoured Squits with one Great Slash (or Dash Slash), or with one Shade Soul if you have Shaman Stone equipped!

Let me know if there are any other specific sections you want advice for, though!

Remember that Shade Soul goes through walls, and thus will also go through the platforms!

As for Charms... I'm honestly not too sure. Really, any sort of typical generic battle build should work, I think. Obviously, Unbreakable Strength and Shaman Stone are basically always good, so they're gonna be good here too. Same goes for Quick Slash, and Mark of Pride could likely also be useful. I could see Nailmaster's Glory being helpful if you decide to make use of Nail Arts! Dream Wielder could also be good, for that faster Dream Nailing speed and increase in SOUL gain. And Grubsong might be useful as well?

Not sure how much it'll help, but beneath the cut, I'm gonna list all the non-boss enemies that appear in the trial and the number of hits it takes to kill them from various sources!

These numbers are also assuming that Unbreakable Strength and Shaman Stone are equipped.

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Note that when talking about Shade Soul, potential double hits are not taken into account.

Finally, also note that Great Slash and Dash Slash deal the same amount of damage, so whatever I say for Great Slash also applies to Dash Slash.

Heavy Fool: 90 health. 3 nail hits, 3 Shade Souls, or 2 Great Slashes

Sturdy Fool: 80 health. 3 nail hits, 2 Shade Souls, 2 Great Slashes

Armoured Squit: 40 health. 2 nail hits, 1 Shade Soul, 1 Great Slash

Shielded Fool: 65 health. 3 nail hits, 2 Shade Souls, 2 Great Slashes

Primal Aspid: 35 health. 2 nail hits, 1 Shade Soul, 1 Great Slash

Winged Fool: 70 health. 3 nail hits, 2 Shade Souls, 2 Great Slashes

Sharp Baldur: 65 health. 3 nail hits, 2 Shade Souls, 2 Great Slashes

Battle Obble: 70 health. 3 nail hits, 2 Shade Souls, 2 Great Slashes

Furious Vengefly: 40 health. 2 nail hits, 1 Shade Soul, 1 Great Slash

Death Loodle: 45 health. 2 nail hits, 2 Shade Souls, 1 Great Slash

Mantis Traitor: 74 health. 3 nail hits, 2 Shade Souls, 2 Great Slashes

Mantis Petra: 45 health. 2 nail hits, 2 Shade Souls, 1 Great Slash

Soul Twister: 35 health. 2 nail hits, 1 Shade Soul, 1 Great Slash

Mistake and Folly: 13 health. 1 nail hit

Volt Twister: 80 health. 3 nail hits, 2 Shade Souls, 2 Great Slashes

Lesser Mawlek: 60 health. 2 nail hits, 2 Shade Souls, 2 Great Slashes

- One nail hit with the Pure Nail and Fragile/Unbreakable Strength deals 31.5 damage (unsure if it rounds up or down, 21 without Strength)

- One Shade Soul with Shaman Stone deals 40 damage (30 without Shaman Stone)

- One Great Slash (or Dash Slash) deals 52 damage (unaffected by Fragile/Unbreakable Strength)

[sn0wpetal]

안녕하세요 cutie patooties! Today I’m going to go over my hand care routine, both daily and weekly ^-^ hand care is so important and although you don’t necessarily need to do these things, I love doing it to keep my hands so soft and youthful <3

Let’s give these precious little paws the love and care they deserve with a super kawaii hand care routine! Here’s how to pamper your hands and keep them irresistibly soft and charming every day! 🎀✨

Morning Hand care routine ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Exfoliate and cleanse ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

Exfoliation is a vital step in your morning routine to keep your hands looking and feeling silky smooth. I usually use my hello kitty scrub cause it’s hydrating too <3

Serum ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

Serums can be a game-changer in maintaining youthful and radiant hands. Look for a serum specifically formulated for hands, packed with ingredients like hyaluronic acid or vitamin C to boost hydration and combat signs of aging.

After Cleansing: Once your hands are cleansed and exfoliated, take a small amount of your preferred kawaii hand serum onto your fingertips. Dot the serum onto the back of one hand, then gently massage it into both hands using upward motions, focusing on areas that may show signs of aging or dryness.

Hand Cream ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

Using a nourishing hand cream in your morning routine is essential for maintaining soft, hydrated, and youthful-looking hands throughout the day. Look for a hand cream enriched with hydrating ingredients like shea butter, glycerin, or almond oil for maximum moisture.

SPF ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

Don’t forget to extend your sunscreen application to your hands! UV rays can cause premature aging, dark spots, and skin damage, making it crucial to apply a dedicated hand-specific SPF.

Hand care tips <3

Regular Hydration: Keep your hands hydrated throughout the day by applying hand cream frequently, especially after washing your hands, to prevent dryness.

Gentle Cleansing: Use mild, moisturizing hand washes or cleansers to cleanse your hands without stripping away natural oils.

Sun Protection: Apply a hand-specific SPF daily to shield your hands from harmful UV rays and prevent premature aging and sun damage.

Cuticle Care: Nourish and moisturize your cuticles regularly with cuticle oil or cream to maintain healthy, neat-looking nails.

Exfoliation: Incorporate gentle exfoliation once or twice a week to remove dead skin cells and reveal smoother hands.

Wear Gloves: Protect your hands from harsh chemicals, cold weather, or household chores by wearing gloves to maintain their softness.

Balanced Diet: Consume a diet rich in vitamins and antioxidants to promote overall skin health, benefiting your hands as well.

Stay Hydrated: Drink enough water daily to keep your skin, including your hands, properly hydrated from the inside out.

Avoid Harsh Soaps: Steer clear of harsh soaps or sanitizers that may dry out your hands excessively, causing irritation.

Until next time jellybeans <3

- 젤리

[wealthtv]

GOOD  AFTERNOON  PASSENGERS,  this is an annoucement  for  flight  AA118  to  NEW  YORK  CITY.  this  is  a  boarding  call  for  the  following  passenger(s):  LUCIANA LABAKI, MOIRA LILIAN RHODES, PRESTON LEE, LOGAN MEDHA SETHI, QUIN LORI SINCLAIR, JONATHAN YOON, PRESLEY BRAM, VERONICA MARTINEZ, DARIUS EATON, CANDI AMORA CABRERA.  please  proceed  to  gate  42A  immediately.  please  have  your  boarding  pass  and  identification  ready.  the  captains  will  order  for  the  doors  of  the  aircraft  to  close  in  approximately  24  hours  time.  thank  you.

* just  a  quick  reminder  as  the  majority  of  our  current  muses  are  younger  than  their  ccs  -  that  we  should  be  reasonable  with  what  works  of  their  cc  we  take.  if  your  muse  is  early-mid  twenties  and  the  cc  is  mid  to  late  thirties,  their  current  career  in  last  few  years  wouldn't  really  be  applicable.

𓏲   *     (  emeraude  toubia,  cis  woman,  she/her,  the  osbourne  family  and  sheri  moon  zombie  )     ⸺     pictures  of  luciana  labaki,  the  thirty-three  year  old  reality  tv  star  /  actress  /  businesswoman,  have  been  showing  up  all  over  my  feed,  and  considering  the  last  time  they  were  #trending,  it  was  due  to  allegedly  hosting  invite-only  occult  gatherings  in  hidden  locations  across  the  city,  fueling  speculation  about  her  involvement  in  secretive  cult-like  activities  among  the  elite  —  i’m  not  likely  to  unfollow  anytime  soon.  with  their  raven  hair,  risqué  wardrobe  and  unapologetic  attitude  that  exudes  fierce  fashion  with  a  sprinkle  of  sass,  they’ve  managed  to  garner  a  reputation  for  being  more  charismatic  than  brash.  their  critics  say  that  they’re  more  self-indulgent  than  fervent  when  they  aren’t  too  busy  focusing  on  their  clingy,  cleavage-baring  ensembles  ;  the  sound  of  high  heels  clicking  against  pristine  floors  &  sunglasses  hiding  a  mischievous  glint  in  her  eyes.  reputation.com  has  taken  to  calling  them  mistress  macabre  in  order  to  avoid  a  lawsuit  (  again  ).   ──      ani,  30+,  est,  she/her,  n/a.

𓏲   *     (  ashton  wood,  cis  woman,  she  &  her  )     ⸺     pictures  of  MOIRA  LILIAN  RHODES,  the  twenty  six year  old  tennis  player,  have  been  showing  up  all  over  my  feed,  and  considering  the  last  time  they  were  #trending,  it  was  due  to  being  spotted  leaving  a  rehab  center  —  i’m  not  likely  to  unfollow  anytime  soon.  with  their  ralph  lauren  jumper,  burberry  mini  skirt,  black  prada  loafers  with  white  socks  &  prada  cleo  bag,  they’ve  managed  to  garner  a  reputation  for  being  more  ambitious  than  boastful.  their  critics  say  that  they’re  more  overcritical  than  meticulous  when  they  aren’t  too  busy  focusing  on  their  freshly  done  french  tip  nails,  bored  eye  rolls  covered  by  designer  sunglasses,  watermelon  flavored  gloss  and  spearmint  gum  &  a  drop  of  sweat  running  down  tanned  skin.  reputation.com  has  taken  to  calling  them  MISS  DOWN  UNDER  in  order  to  avoid  a  lawsuit  (  again  ).   ──      ri,      twenty5,      est,      she  &  her,   none.

𓏲  *     (  charles  melton,  cis  man,  he  &  him,  sebastian  vettel  cc  )     ⸺     pictures  of  PRESTON  LEE,   the  thirty  one  year  old  former  formula  one  driver  &  entrepreneur,  have  been  showing  up  all  over  my  feed,  and  considering  the  last  time  they  were  #trending,  it  was  due  to  announcing  his  retirement  —  i’m  not  likely  to  unfollow  anytime  soon.  with  their  giorgio  armani  made  to  measure  suit,  rolex  cosmograph  daytona  watch  &  ferragamo  leather  dress  shoes,  they’ve  managed  to  garner  a  reputation  for  being  more  charming  than  arrogant.  their  critics  say  that  they’re  more  manipulative  than  persuasive  when  they  aren’t  too  busy  focusing  on  their  pretty  boy  charm  laced  with  a  deceiving  smile,  the  smell  of  whiskey  and  cigars  mixed  with  expensive  perfume,  flipping  off  paparazzi  &  being  spotted  with  a  different  model  in  his  arms.  reputation.com  has  taken  to  calling  them  FAST  AND  FURIOUS  in  order  to  avoid  a  lawsuit  (  again  ).   ──      ri.

𓏲  *  (  ritu  arya,  cis  woman,  she/her/hers,  daft  punk  career  claim  )  ⸺  pictures  of  LOGAN  MEDHA  SETHI,  the  thirty  -  one  year  old  music  producer  /  dj,  have  been  showing  up  all  over  my  feed,  and  considering  the  last  time  they  were  #trending,  it  was  due  to  leaving  in  the  middle  of  a  gig  due  to  a  panic  attack  —  i’m  not  likely  to  unfollow  anytime  soon.  with  their  signature  doc  martens  &  ripped  boyfriend  jeans,  they’ve  managed  to  garner  a  reputation  for  being  more  affable  than  scatterbrained.  their  critics  say  that  they’re  more  awkward  than  genuine  when  they  aren’t  too  busy  focusing  on  their  browsing  alone  at  a  record  store,  freshly  glazed  cinnamon  rolls,  ears  ringing  after  a  loud  night,  &  fluffy  pillows  stacked  on  a  messy  bed.  reputation.com  has  taken  to  calling  them  HONEYBEE  in  order  to  avoid  a  lawsuit  (  again  ).  ──  laur,  twenty4,  est,  they/she,  n/a.

𓏲   *     (  sydney  sweeney,  ciswoman,  she/her,  taylor  swift  )     ⸺     pictures  of  quinn  lori  sinclair,   the   twenty-six   year   old   singer,   have  been  showing  up  all  over  my  feed,  and  considering  the  last  time  they  were  #trending,  it  was  due  to  getting  a  potential  boob  job  —  i’m  not  likely  to  unfollow  anytime  soon.  with  their  sweeping  white  ralph  lauren  dress  and  white  lucchese  cowgirl  boots,  they’ve  managed  to  garner  a  reputation  for  being  more  kind-hearted  than  vindictive.  their  critics  say  that  they’re  more  shrewd  than  reflective  when  they  aren’t  too  busy  focusing  on  their  blue  and  white  floral  sheets  in  a  familial  cape  cod  home,  seducitve  &  warm  fires  with  lyrics  being  thrown  into  the  air,  and  polaroids  hanging  from  beach  home  walls  .  reputation.com  has  taken  to  calling  them  coastal  cowgirl  in  order  to  avoid  a  lawsuit  (  again  ).   ──      chris,      25,      est,      she/her,   n/a.

𓏲   *     (  hwang  hyunjin,  cisman,  he/him  )     ⸺     pictures  of  jonathan  “jonnie”  yoon,   the   twenty-four   year   old   musician  (drummer),   have  been  showing  up  all  over  my  feed,  and  considering  the  last  time  they  were  #trending,  it  was  due  to  verbally  assaulting  a  paparazzi  —  i’m  not  likely  to  unfollow  anytime  soon.  with  their  signature  neon  green  crocs,  they’ve  managed  to  garner  a  reputation  for  being  more  laid-back  than  oblivious.  their  critics  say  that  they’re  more  reckless  than  adaptable  when  they  aren’t  too  busy  focusing  on  their  feet  kicked  up  on  any  surface,  glazed  over  eyes,  unbuttoned  shirts  as  sweat  rolls  down  his  chest,  the  aftermath  of  terrible  decisions.  reputation.com  has  taken  to  calling  them  grape  soda  in  order  to  avoid  a  lawsuit  (  again  ).   ──      chase,  24,  cst,  she/her,  n/a.

𓏲   *     (  gracie  abrams,  cis  woman,  she/her,  lizzie  mcalpine)     ⸺     pictures  of  PRESLEY  ‘REESE’  BRAM,   the   24   year   old   singer/songwriter,   have  been  showing  up  all  over  my  feed,  and  considering  the  last  time  they  were  #trending,  it  was  due  to  leaking  a  song  off  their  next  album  —  i’m  not  likely  to  unfollow  anytime  soon.  with  their  monochromatic  skirts  that  match  the  ribbons  in  her  hair,  baby  tees,  Mary  Jane’s  and  ruffle  socks,  they’ve  managed  to  garner  a  reputation  for  being  more  romantic  than  melancholic.  their  critics  say  that  they’re  more  unrealistic  than  passionate  when  they  aren’t  too  busy  focusing  on  their  delicate  ribbons  tied  in  perfect  bows  sported  in  brown  soft  curls,  Polaroids  and  flowers  pressed  between  pages  of  vintage  books,  and  the  sound  of  piano  melodies  being  made  by  a  restless  mind  throughout  the  night.  reputation.com  has  taken  to  calling  them  DARLING  in  order  to  avoid  a  lawsuit  (  again  ).   ──      Ella,      27,      est,      she/her,   n/a.

𓏲   *     (  priscilla  quintana,  cis  woman,  she/her  )     ⸺     pictures  of  VERONICA  MARTINEZ,   the   31   year   old   sex  columnist/virtual  assistant,   have  been  showing  up  all  over  my  feed,  and  considering  the  last  time  they  were  #trending,  it  was  due  to  accidentally  leaking  nudes  of  a  a-list  celebrity  —  i’m  not  likely  to  unfollow  anytime  soon.  with  their  baby  tees  and  light-washed  jeans,  pin-straight  hair  and  cherry  lips,  they’ve  managed  to  garner  a  reputation  for  being  more  comedic  than  stubborn.  their  critics  say  that  they’re  more  childish  than  ambitious  when  they  aren’t  too  busy  focusing  on  their  takeout  boxes  loitering  the  kitchen  counter,  pop  culture  references  always  seeming  to  pop  up  in  conversation,  and  the  glow  of  a  laptop  screen  in  the  early  A.M.s.  reputation.com  has  taken  to  calling  them  BRADSHAW  in  order  to  avoid  a  lawsuit  (  again  ).   ──      Ella

𓏲   *     (  harry  styles,  androgynous,  he/she/any,  hozier  +  harris  reed  )     ⸺     pictures  of  darius  eaton,   the   30   year   old   musician  &  fashion  designer,   have  been  showing  up  all  over  my  feed,  and  considering  the  last  time  they  were  #trending,  it  was  due  to  being  photographed  leaving  the  vanity  fair  oscars  after  party  with  two  different  people,  one  on  each  arm  —  i’m  not  likely  to  unfollow  anytime  soon.  with  their  avant-garde,  genderfluid  aesthetic,  often  seen  rocking  flamboyant  suits,  funky  patterned  buttoned-downs,  dresses  &  accessories  in  bold  vibrant  colors-  accented  by  experimental  eye  makeup  &  chunky  vintage  rings  adorning  every  finger,  they’ve  managed  to  garner  a  reputation  for  being  more  innovative  than  histrionic.  their  critics  say  that  they’re  more  extravagant  than  uninhibited  when  they  aren’t  too  busy  focusing  on  their  adrenaline  high  from  the  rush  of  the  crowd  hanging  on  every  word  he  sings  like  gospel  ;  residual  powder  dusting  their  own  photo  on  the  cover  of  the  latest  issue  of  vogue  ;  moonlit  debauchery.  reputation.com  has  taken  to  calling  them  bohemian  hedonist  in  order  to  avoid  a  lawsuit  (  again  ).   ──      miranda,      28,     pst,     she/her.

𓏲   *     (  maia  reficco,  cis  woman,  she/her,  chappell  roan)     ⸺     pictures  of  candi  amora  cabrera,   the   23  year  old   singer/songwriter,   have  been  showing  up  all  over  my  feed,  and  considering  the  last  time  they  were  #trending,  it  was  due  to  putting  her  record  label  on  blast  for  not  letting  her  release  a  song  unless  it  went  viral  on  tiktok  —  i’m  not  likely  to  unfollow  anytime  soon.  with  their  diy  popstar,  drag  queen  inspired  on-stage  aesthetic,  often  seen  rocking  mini  skirts  &  gogo  boots,  embracing  all  things  campy  &  tacky  in  signature  rhinestones,  glitter,  sequins,  frills,  &  fringe.  they’ve  managed  to  garner  a  reputation  for  being  more  authentic  than  machiavellian.  their  critics  say  that  they’re  more  kitschy  than  candid  when  they  aren’t  too  busy  focusing  on  their  candles  burning  on  a  flower-covered  alter  beside  an  array  of  spell  jars  ;  playfully  flashing  the  crowd  from  onstage  during  a  sold-out  live  performance  ;  a  technicolor  fever  dream  followed  by  a  tour  bus  rendezvous.  reputation.com  has  taken  to  calling  them  midwest  princess  in  order  to  avoid  a  lawsuit  (  again  ).   ──      miranda.

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Lisbon Great Color Collection for Trendy Girls from OPI Nail Polish

OPI, a leading brand in the nail care industry, is renowned for its vibrant, stylish shades that cater to every mood, occasion, and trend.

The Lisbon Great Color Collection is one of the brand's most exciting releases, capturing the essence of Lisbon’s dynamic culture, stunning architecture, and warm Mediterranean vibes. This collection is perfect for trendy girls looking to add a pop of color to their nails, whether you're heading to a casual brunch or a glamorous night out.

Discover the Inspiration Behind the Collection

Lisbon, Portugal’s capital, is a city that perfectly blends old-world charm with modern flair. Its cobblestone streets, colorful buildings, and Mediterranean atmosphere inspire a collection that embraces a wide range of hues—from rich, deep tones to playful pastels. The Lisbon Great Color Collection embodies the spirit of adventure, boldness, and sophistication, offering shades that cater to every fashion-forward girl’s taste.

Must-Have Shades from the Collection

"My Portuguese Quiet Time" This serene, soft beige shade is perfect for those who appreciate understated elegance. With a smooth, creamy finish, it pairs well with any outfit, making it a versatile choice for both day and night wear. Its subtle hue evokes the calming atmosphere of Lisbon's peaceful squares.

"Claudine Is Taller Than Me" A warm, rich brown with a hint of plum, this color offers a sophisticated take on neutrals. Perfect for those who want a bold yet refined look, it exudes a classic elegance that fits well into any trendy girl’s nail collection.

"Lisbon Wants Moor OPI" One of the standout shades in the collection, this dusty pink is a soft and feminine color that adds a delicate touch to your look. Whether you're going for a chic daytime ensemble or an elegant evening style, this shade is versatile enough to complement a range of outfits.

"Tiramisu for Two" A warm, creamy nude, "Tiramisu for Two" offers a polished, natural look that’s both timeless and trendy. Perfect for office wear or casual weekends, this color is a go-to for a sophisticated, minimalistic style.

"A Red-vival City" Bold, passionate, and utterly captivating, this fiery red hue brings out the vibrant energy of Lisbon. It’s ideal for special occasions, nights out, or whenever you want your nails to steal the spotlight. A red that speaks volumes, "A Red-vival City" is a must-have for any trendy girl.

"Show Us Your Tips!" A playful pastel pink with just the right amount of shimmer, this lighthearted color captures the fun spirit of Lisbon’s sunny atmosphere. It’s a perfect pick for those who love a soft yet eye-catching nail look.

"Tagus in That Selfie!" This stunning shade of coral red brings a burst of summer warmth to your nails. Named after the Tagus River that flows through Lisbon, it captures the energy and vibrancy of the city’s waterfront. A perfect match for both casual and dressy styles, it adds an instant pop to your look.

Why Trendy Girls Love the Lisbon Great Color Collection

The Lisbon Great Color Collection is all about embracing the playful and bold spirit of Lisbon, with shades that cater to various styles and occasions. Whether you prefer something classic and sophisticated like "Claudine Is Taller Than Me" or you want to make a statement with a vibrant hue like "A Red-vival City," this collection offers something for everyone. OPI’s high-quality formula ensures a smooth application and long-lasting wear, making it a favorite among those who want both beauty and durability in their nail polish.

Tips for Styling with the Lisbon Collection

Mix and Match: Don’t be afraid to combine shades from the collection for a trendy ombre effect or nail art. Pairing a soft neutral like "My Portuguese Quiet Time" with a bold red like "A Red-vival City" creates an exciting contrast.

Accessorize: Complement your nail color with gold or silver jewelry for a polished, chic look. A statement ring or delicate bracelet can elevate your overall style.

Seasonal Versatility: While the collection is perfect for spring and summer, many of the shades, like the deep browns and reds, work beautifully into autumn and winter wardrobes too.

Conclusion

The OPI Lisbon Great Color Collection is the ultimate way for trendy girls to explore a world of colors inspired by the timeless beauty and modern flair of Lisbon.

From soft pastels to bold reds and browns, these shades add personality and elegance to your nails, allowing you to express yourself with every swipe. Whether you’re attending a gala, brunching with friends, or simply relaxing by the beach, the Lisbon Great Color Collection ensures that your nails are always on-trend.

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How to Incorporate Lath in Kitchen Styles and Outdoor Décor?

Incorporating lath in your home décor can transform both your kitchen style and outdoor spaces. Lath, a material traditionally used in construction, has found its way into the realm of interior and exterior design. Its versatility and rustic charm make it an excellent choice for various applications. In this blog, we will explore how to use lath to enhance your kitchen style and create stunning outdoor décor.

Key Takeaways

Lath offers both aesthetic and functional benefits for home décor.

It can be used in multiple ways, from backsplashes to garden trellises.

Choosing the right type of lath and maintaining it properly is crucial for longevity.

Understanding Lath

What is Lath?

Lath is a thin strip of wood, metal, or gypsum that has been used historically as a base for plaster. In modern times, it is being used creatively in home décor for its unique texture and visual appeal.

Types of Lath

There are several types of lath available, each with its own characteristics:

Wooden Lath: Known for its natural look and versatility.

Metal Lath: Provides a more industrial feel and is highly durable.

Gypsum Lath: Offers a smooth surface, ideal for painting and finishing.

Incorporating Lath in Kitchen Styles

Lath as a Backsplash

Using lath as a backsplash can add a rustic charm to your kitchen style. Here’s how to do it:

Benefits: Lath backsplashes are not only visually appealing but also easy to clean and maintain.

Installation Guide:

Measure the area where you want to install the lath.

Cut the lath strips to fit the measurements.

Secure the lath strips to the wall using adhesive and nails.

Finish with a sealant to protect against moisture.

Lath for Kitchen Islands and Cabinets

Lath can be used to enhance kitchen islands and cabinets, giving them a unique and stylish look.

Enhancing Kitchen Islands:

Attach lath panels to the sides of your kitchen island.

Paint or stain the lath to match your kitchen style.

Revamping Cabinets:

Replace cabinet doors with lath panels.

Add lath inserts to existing cabinet doors for a fresh look.

Decorative Lath Panels

Decorative lath panels can create visual interest in your kitchen. Here are some DIY ideas:

Creating Visual Interest:

Use lath panels to create a feature wall.

Design custom patterns with lath strips for a personalized touch.

DIY Ideas:

Frame a section of the kitchen wall with lath.

Combine lath with other materials like glass or metal for a mixed-media effect.

Using Lath in Outdoor Décor

Lath in Garden Spaces

Lath is perfect for garden décor. It can be used to build trellises and fences, adding both functionality and beauty to your outdoor spaces.

Building Lath Garden Trellises:

Design a trellis that suits your garden style.

Assemble the lath strips into a sturdy frame.

Install the trellis in your garden to support climbing plants.

Using Lath for Garden Fencing:

Create a charming garden fence with lath.

Paint or stain the lath to complement your outdoor décor.

Lath for Outdoor Furniture

Designing and constructing outdoor furniture with lath can create a cohesive look for your outside space.

Designing and Constructing:

Build lath benches, tables, or chairs.

Ensure the furniture is sturdy and well-constructed.

Weatherproofing and Maintenance:

Apply a weatherproof finish to protect the lath from the elements.

Regularly check for signs of wear and repair as needed.

Lath Pergolas and Gazebos

Lath can also be used to enhance larger outdoor structures like pergolas and gazebos.

Advantages:

Provides shade and adds architectural interest.

Can be customized to fit your outdoor décor style.

Design Ideas and Construction Tips:

Incorporate lath into the roof or walls of the structure.

Use lath to create intricate patterns and designs.

Tips and Best Practices

Choosing the Right Type of Lath

Selecting the appropriate lath is crucial for achieving the desired look and ensuring durability.

Factors to Consider:

The environment where the lath will be used (indoor or outdoor).

The overall style of your kitchen and outdoor spaces.

Comparing Durability and Aesthetics:

Wooden lath is great for a natural look but requires more maintenance.

Metal lath is highly durable and offers a sleek, modern appearance.

Gypsum lath is ideal for smooth finishes and painting.

Maintenance and Care

Proper maintenance ensures that your lath installations last longer and remain attractive.

Maintaining Lath in Kitchen Spaces:

Regularly clean the lath surfaces to prevent buildup of grease and grime.

Reapply sealants as needed to protect against moisture.

Outdoor Lath Maintenance Tips:

Inspect for signs of weathering or damage.

Apply protective coatings to prevent rot and insect damage.

Conclusion

Incorporating lath in your home décor can significantly enhance both your kitchen style and outdoor spaces. Whether you choose to use it as a backsplash, in garden spaces, or for outdoor furniture, lath offers a versatile and aesthetically pleasing solution. Remember to choose the right type of lath, maintain it properly, and let your creativity guide you in using this wonderful material.

FAQs

What is the best type of lath for outdoor use?

Metal lath is often considered the best for outdoor use due to its durability and resistance to weather conditions.

How do I maintain lath in my kitchen to prevent damage?

Regular cleaning and reapplying sealants can help maintain lath in kitchen spaces, preventing damage from moisture and grease.

Can lath be used in modern kitchen designs?

Yes, lath can be incorporated into modern kitchen designs by choosing sleek finishes and combining it with contemporary materials.

What are the costs associated with installing lath in my home?

The cost of installing lath varies based on the type of lath and the scope of the project. Wooden lath tends to be less expensive than metal lath.

Is it difficult to install lath as a DIY project?

Installing lath can be a DIY project if you have basic carpentry skills. However, larger or more complex installations might require professional assistance.

By incorporating lath into your kitchen style and outdoor décor, you can create a unique and beautiful environment both inside and outside the house.

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Unleash Your Creativity: Nail Art in Kolhapur

Kolhapur, a city known for its rich cultural heritage and vibrant lifestyle, is also home to a burgeoning beauty scene. Among the various beauty services available, nail art has become a popular trend, capturing the hearts of fashion enthusiasts and beauty lovers alike. If you're in Kolhapur and looking to express your creativity through stunning nail designs, Nail art in Kolhapur this guide will help you discover the best nail art services in the city.

1. The Rise of Nail Art in Kolhapur: Nail art has evolved from simple polish applications to intricate designs and elaborate patterns. In Kolhapur, this trend has gained significant popularity, with numerous salons offering specialized nail art services. Whether you prefer minimalist designs or bold, artistic creations, Kolhapur's nail art scene has something for everyone.

2. Top Salons for Nail Art: Finding the right salon is crucial for a perfect nail art experience. Here are some of the top salons in Kolhapur known for their exceptional nail art services:

Glamour Nail Studio: Renowned for its professional nail artists and a wide range of design options, from classic French tips to avant-garde styles.

Bliss Beauty Lounge: Offers personalized nail art services, using high-quality products and the latest techniques to create stunning designs.

Divine Nails and Spa: Known for its relaxing ambiance and skilled technicians, providing everything from gel nails to intricate 3D nail art.

3. Nail Art Trends in Kolhapur: Stay ahead of the fashion curve by exploring the latest nail art trends popular in Kolhapur:

Minimalist Designs: Simple and elegant designs that are perfect for everyday wear.

Floral Patterns: Intricate floral motifs that add a touch of femininity and charm to your nails.

Geometric Shapes: Bold and modern designs featuring clean lines and geometric patterns.

Ombre Nails: A gradient effect that blends two or more colors seamlessly for a sophisticated look.

3D Nail Art: Eye-catching designs with 3D elements like crystals, beads, and sculpted flowers for a dramatic effect.

4. Benefits of Professional Nail Art Services: Opting for professional nail art services in Kolhapur comes with several benefits:

Expertise: Skilled nail artists with years of experience can create intricate and flawless designs.

Quality Products: Professional salons use high-quality, long-lasting products that ensure your nails look perfect for weeks.

Hygiene: Salons maintain strict hygiene standards, ensuring a safe and clean environment for your nail treatments.

Customization: Personalized designs tailored to your preferences and style, making your nail art truly unique.

5. Tips for Maintaining Your Nail Art:

Avoid Harsh Chemicals: Use gloves when handling cleaning agents to protect your nail art.

Moisturize Regularly: Keep your hands and nails hydrated to prevent dryness and chipping.

Touch-Ups: Schedule regular touch-ups to maintain the integrity and beauty of your nail art.

Choose Quality: Opt for high-quality nail products and services for longer-lasting results.

Conclusion: Nail art in Kolhapur is more than just a beauty service; it's a form of self-expression and creativity. With a variety of styles and trends to choose from, you can find the perfect nail art that reflects your personality and style. Explore the top salons, embrace the latest trends, and let your nails be a canvas for your artistic flair.

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Exploring 3D French Nail Art: A Stylish Twist on a Classic

French nail art has always been a timeless and elegant choice for many. However, for those looking to add a modern twist to this classic style, 3D French nail art is the way to go. This innovative nail art technique combines the simplicity of traditional French nails with intricate, three-dimensional designs, creating a unique and eye-catching look. Whether for a special occasion or everyday glamour, 3D French nail art offers endless possibilities for creativity and personalization. Techniques and Materials Creating 3D French nail art involves using various techniques and materials to achieve the desired effect. Common materials include acrylics, gels, and nail art embellishments such as rhinestones, beads, and charms. The process typically starts with the classic French manicure base – a neutral or pink base color with white tips. From there, artists can add 3D elements, either sculpted directly onto the nail using acrylic or gel or applied as pre-made decorations. Tools like dotting pens, brushes, and tweezers are essential for precise application and detailing. Popular 3D French Nail Art Designs There are countless design options when it comes to 3D French nail art. Some popular choices include floral motifs, where tiny flowers are sculpted and placed on the nails, adding a delicate and feminine touch. Another trendy option is the use of geometric patterns, with 3D shapes like cubes and spheres creating a modern and edgy look. For a more luxurious style, incorporating pearls, crystals, and metallic accents can transform your nails into a stunning piece of jewelry. Each design can be customized to match personal style preferences and the occasion. Maintenance and Care Maintaining 3D French nail art requires a bit more attention compared to standard manicures. Since the designs are three-dimensional, they can be more prone to catching on clothing or other objects. It's essential to handle tasks with care and possibly avoid activities that may damage the intricate details. Regular touch-ups and refills are necessary to keep the nails looking fresh and to repair any damage. Using cuticle oil and hand moisturizer can also help maintain the overall health and appearance of your nails.

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The Ultimate Guide to DIY Fence Painting in Allen

Painting a fence can transform the look of your yard, adding both charm and protection to your property. Whether you’re aiming to refresh an old fence or add a splash of color to a new one, this comprehensive guide will help residents of Texas, achieve a professional finish with their DIY fence painting in Allen.

Why Paint Your Fence?

Painting your fence is not just about aesthetics. It provides several practical benefits:

Protection: Paint acts as a barrier against harsh weather conditions, preventing wood rot and insect damage.

Longevity: A well-painted fence can last years longer than an untreated one.

Curb Appeal: A fresh coat of paint can significantly enhance the appearance of your property.

Choosing the Right Paint and Tools

Paint Types

For outdoor fences, opt for paint specifically designed for exterior use. The two main types are:

Acrylic Latex Paint: Durable, water-based, and easy to clean up.

Oil-Based Paint: Offers a tough finish but takes longer to dry and requires solvents for cleanup.

Tools and Materials

Paint brushes and rollers

Paint trays

Sandpaper (80-120 grit)

Primer (if needed)

Painter's tape

Drop cloths

Protective gear (gloves, mask, goggles)

Preparing Your Fence

Proper preparation is key to a long-lasting paint job. Follow these steps:

1. Clean the Fence

Remove dirt, mildew, and old paint using a power washer or a garden hose with a scrub brush. Use a mix of water and mild detergent for stubborn stains. Allow the fence to dry completely.

2. Sanding

Sand the surface to smooth out rough spots and remove any loose paint. This step ensures better paint adhesion.

3. Repairs

Check for any damages, such as loose boards or nails, and make necessary repairs before painting.

4. Priming

Apply a primer if your fence has bare wood or if you're changing from a dark to a light color. Primer helps the paint adhere better and provides a uniform base.

Painting Your Fence

Weather Considerations

Choose a day with mild weather—ideally between 50-85°F with low humidity. Avoid painting in direct sunlight or if rain is expected within 24 hours.

Step-by-Step Painting Process

Cover Surrounding Areas: Use drop cloths and painter's tape to protect plants, grass, and nearby structures.

Start with the Edges: Use a brush to paint edges and corners that a roller might miss.

Roller Application: Use a roller for larger, flat surfaces. Apply the paint evenly, working in sections.

Second Coat: After the first coat dries (as per the paint manufacturer’s instructions), apply a second coat for a more durable finish.

Painting Tips

Paint in the direction of the wood grain.

Don't overload the brush or roller to avoid drips.

Use a small brush for intricate details or hard-to-reach areas.

Maintenance Tips

Regular Cleaning: Keep your fence clean by washing it annually to remove dirt and mildew.

Touch-Ups: Address chips or peeling paint promptly to prevent further damage.

Repainting Schedule: Plan to repaint every 3-5 years, depending on weather exposure and paint quality.

Local Resources in Allen

Where to Buy Supplies

Home Depot (805 S Central Expy, Allen, TX 75013)

Lowe's (1010 W McDermott Dr, Allen, TX 75013)

Disposal and Environmental Considerations

Properly dispose of old paint and supplies by following local regulations. The City of Allen provides resources for hazardous waste disposal.

Local Painting Services

If you decide DIY isn’t for you, consider hiring a local professional. Some reputable services in Allen include:

Five Star Painting of Allen

CertaPro Painters of Plano, TX

Conclusion

Painting your fence is a rewarding project that can significantly enhance your home's exterior while providing essential protection for your fence. With the right preparation, tools, and techniques, residents of Allen can achieve beautiful, long-lasting results. So roll up your sleeves, pick up that brush, and give your fence the makeover it deserves!

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Dumpster Rental Trenton TN

In the charming town of Trenton, TN, where Southern hospitality meets the bustling rhythm of daily life, managing waste is more crucial than ever. Whether you're a local homeowner embarking on a home renovation, a business owner overseeing a significant construction project, or simply looking for efficient ways to clear clutter, dumpster rental in Trenton, TN, offers a versatile solution to your waste management needs.

Tailored Solutions for Every Project

A key advantage of opting for a dumpster rental in Trenton is the flexibility it offers. Each project, whether large or small, generates waste of different types and volumes. Home renovations can produce excess drywall, tiles, or old furniture, while construction sites accumulate debris like concrete, wood, and metal. With varying dumpster sizes available, you can choose one that aligns perfectly with your specific project. Small-scale home projects may only require a modestly sized dumpster, whereas major construction sites will benefit from a larger container. This range ensures you don't overpay for unnecessary capacity or struggle with an overflowing dumpster.

Convenient Scheduling

One of the most attractive features of dumpster rental services in Trenton is the streamlined scheduling process. Providers offer quick delivery times and easy pickup arrangements that minimize disruption to your workflow. Many rental companies offer flexible rental periods to match your project's duration, ensuring that the dumpster arrives on time and remains on-site until your job is complete. Online booking platforms make the process even more convenient, enabling you to arrange for drop-off and pick-up without ever leaving your home or office.

Eco-Friendly Practices

In today's environmentally conscious world, responsible waste management is more important than ever. Dumpster rental services in Trenton often incorporate eco-friendly practices into their business models, sorting recyclable materials and ensuring that waste is disposed of in compliance with local regulations. When you rent a dumpster, you also contribute to these practices. Instead of sending everything to a landfill, rental companies can separate recyclables like metals, glass, and plastics, reducing the overall environmental impact of your project.

Safety Benefits

Accumulated debris and waste pose significant safety hazards, particularly on busy construction sites. Sharp metal, protruding nails, or unstable piles of materials can lead to accidents or injuries if not properly contained. Renting a dumpster helps maintain a clean, organized workspace by providing a centralized location for waste. Workers can dispose of debris quickly and safely, reducing the chances of accidents and creating a more efficient workflow. This ensures that your project stays on schedule and minimizes the risk of costly delays due to workplace injuries.

Cost-Effective Waste Management

Opting for a dumpster rental in Trenton can be a cost-effective approach to waste management, particularly for larger projects. Instead of making multiple trips to the local landfill, which adds up in fuel costs and tipping fees, a single dumpster rental fee covers the delivery, pickup, and disposal. By consolidating all your waste into one container, you save time and reduce the hassle of managing waste disposal yourself. Additionally, transparent pricing ensures that there are no hidden fees or unexpected charges, giving you peace of mind and confidence in your budget.

Residential and Commercial Applications

Whether you're a homeowner looking to clean out the garage or an entrepreneur managing a commercial renovation, dumpster rental services cater to both residential and commercial clients. Homeowners can rely on them for spring cleaning projects, landscaping overhauls, or moving preparations. Business owners and contractors benefit from the efficient and safe disposal of construction debris, broken equipment, or excess inventory. Some rental companies even offer specialized dumpsters designed for specific waste streams, like roofing debris or hazardous materials.

Compliance with Local Regulations

Waste disposal is often governed by a range of local, state, and federal regulations. Improper disposal can lead to hefty fines and potential legal consequences. Dumpster rental companies are well-versed in these regulations and ensure that your waste is handled in compliance with the law. This takes the burden off your shoulders, giving you more time to focus on completing your project rather than navigating the complexities of waste management law.

Simplifying Renovation Projects

Home renovations can be challenging, particularly when it comes to managing the waste generated. Old cabinets, broken tiles, and other debris can pile up quickly, leaving you overwhelmed. Renting a dumpster eliminates this problem, allowing you to focus on the creative and technical aspects of your project. You can conveniently dispose of all debris in one place, making clean-up a breeze once the renovation is complete.

Facilitating Community Clean-Ups

Dumpster rental services also play a vital role in community clean-up initiatives. Organizers can rent a dumpster for neighborhood clean-up events, making it easier for residents to dispose of bulky items, yard waste, and other debris. This not only improves the aesthetic appeal of the neighborhood but also fosters a sense of communal responsibility and pride. Involving local businesses and community members in waste management strengthens the bonds between residents and promotes a healthier environment.

Choosing the Right Provider

Selecting the right dumpster rental provider in Trenton is crucial for ensuring a smooth experience. Look for companies with a solid reputation for reliability and customer service. Reading online reviews and seeking recommendations from friends or colleagues can help you identify trustworthy options. Additionally, inquire about their pricing structure, rental periods, and policies regarding prohibited items to avoid any surprises down the line. A company that offers transparent pricing and responsive support will make your rental experience much more pleasant.

Featured Business:

If you're seeking efficient and reliable waste management solutions, look no further than A-1 Waste LLC for dumpster rental in Trenton, TN. A-1 Waste LLC offers a seamless and hassle-free experience, providing the right-sized dumpsters for any project, whether it's a small residential cleanup, a significant commercial renovation, or a large-scale construction site. Their commitment to excellent customer service ensures that each rental is tailored to your specific needs with a transparent pricing structure that eliminates surprises. From swift delivery and flexible rental periods to convenient pickup services, they prioritize convenience and professionalism at every step.

Contact: A-1 Waste LLC 677 Betty Manley Rd, Denmark, TN 38391, United States H35V+23 Denmark, Tennessee, USA (731) 424-7666 https://www.a-1waste.com/dumpster-rental-trenton-tn/

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Beauty Salon Tips and Tricks - Let's Transform Salon

These days, the time when we can do something to feel better about ourselves is not only an indulgence but an absolute must. Whether your purpose is a special event, such as a makeover or a pampering session, or you just want to feel glamorous every day, Let's Transform Salon- best beauty salon, has you covered for all your vibrant and cosmetic needs. Give us the honour of being your official "beauty salon near me" because our shop offers a collection of services to attend to your hair's, beauty's, and nails' issues. Our couture salon aside, we’re happy to impart some pro experiences and secrets to grooming you up to be ever-shining and sure of yourself.

Make-up and a hairdresser come after the stage of general cleansing. The face needs to be washed first. Skincare is indeed the preparation phase that will help you create a perfect canvas. Let's Transform Salon's specialists encourage their clients to own and carry out a skincare routine customized to their skin type and concerns. By having a regular cleansing and toning routine, using a moisturizer, and adding just the right amount of exfoliation every once in a while, you are going to see the best results.

Your hair is like a crown that adds that extra special sparkle to your appearance. Therefore, the right hairstyle can be your most effective type of embellishment. Either you decide on a professionally executed updo, tousled waves, or a classy bob of the season, our highly qualified stylists here at Let's Transform Salon will put all their hairdressing skills to use in order to create a hairstyle that goes hand in hand with your features and general look. This is the time to wade through all the options. If one look doesn't work, keep trying until you find the best option.

Makeup is the catalyst that turns the spotlight in your Favor toward your best features with increased confidence. Whether you are a minimalist, use makeup for a daily look, or like to do it glamorous for a special occasion, nothing to worry at Let Me Transform Salon because we have got you covered. Keep in mind to pick the makeup products based on the colors of your skin and the quality of your skin for a flawless finish.

You shouldn't handle this area of your body lightly because nail care is frequently overlooked in terms of overall appearance. Having well-groomed nails may make a lasting impression, making manicures one of the most significant parts of our daily routine. You can enjoy your spare time with your manicure or pedicure from Let's Transform Salon, which will leave your nails looking beautiful and charming.

Generally, beauty goes inward, deeper than the surface. Your uniqueness is your strength, so you should value who you are, celebrate your individuality, and share the confidence you have with others. Total transformation of you into the person you always wanted to be is what we do by giving you the beauty that is in you and making you feel it all the time, which is our ultimate goal. Our beauty technicians are highly experienced and are mandated to bring out that unperfected you.

Conclusion

Nowadays, the world has become very hectic, so you have to separate yourself from it just for a few for moments to be able to gain the energy and the calmness you need. Let's convert salon, which is going to be your best of the beautiful salons, into your beautiful expression of who you are on the outside, and also on the inside having already boosted your confidence level. We provide various services like the application of manicures or pedicures, body treatments, hair, skin and makeup along with photo shoots. Whether you’re going for a wedding or a party, we have got the professionals standing by and willing to assist you to beat the ‘best’ on your appearance and beauty.So why wait? chin, chin, let's do it together; today is the best day today and it is a skyrocket to a fantastic tomorrow.

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Nail Art Services in Ludhiana: Elevating Your Style with Creative Designs

Nail art has become a popular form of self-expression, allowing individuals to showcase their creativity and style through unique and intricate designs. In Ludhiana, known for its fashion-forward culture, nail art services abound, offering a wide range of designs and techniques to suit every taste. Whether you're looking for a simple manicure with a pop of color or a more elaborate design for a special occasion, Ludhiana's nail art studios have you covered. Here's a guide to nail art services in Ludhiana, helping you discover the perfect nail design to complement your style.

1. Basic Nail Art:

   - Ludhiana's nail art studios offer a range of basic nail art designs, including nail polish application, French tips, and simple geometric patterns. These designs are perfect for everyday wear and can be customized to match your outfit or mood.

2. 3D Nail Art:

   - For a more dramatic look, opt for 3D nail art. Ludhiana's nail art studios specialize in creating intricate designs using acrylics, gels, and embellishments such as beads, rhinestones, and charms. These designs add texture and dimension to your nails, making them stand out.

3. Gel Nail Extensions:

   - If you're looking to add length and strength to your nails, consider gel nail extensions. Nail art services in Ludhiana offer gel extensions in a variety of shapes and lengths, allowing you to achieve the perfect look for any occasion.

4. Nail Art for Special Occasions:

   - Whether it's a wedding, party, or festival, Ludhiana's nail art studios offer custom nail art designs to suit the occasion. From intricate bridal designs to festive patterns, you can choose a nail art design that complements your outfit and adds a touch of glamour to your look.

5. Nail Care Services:

   - In addition to nail art, Ludhiana's nail art studios also offer nail care services such as manicures, pedicures, and nail treatments. These services help keep your nails healthy and strong, ensuring that your nail art designs last longer.

6. Professional Nail Artists:

   - Ludhiana's nail art studios are staffed with skilled and experienced nail artists who can create a wide range of nail art designs. Whether you're looking for a simple design or a more elaborate one, you can trust nail art services in Ludhiana to bring your vision to life.

Conclusion:

   Nail art services in Ludhiana offer a creative and stylish way to enhance your nails and express your personality. Whether you're looking for a simple design for everyday wear or an elaborate one for a special occasion, Ludhiana's nail art studios have the expertise and creativity to create the perfect nail art design for you.