#Simply Pop Contour

[woo-wahhhh]

[ too much energy ] "kaji..."

"what?!"

"did you seriously just walk into my shop, before class, and already injured?" you scowled back, rolling your eyes as you regarded his relaxed figure in the doorway. a part of you marvelled how he looked perturbed by your disbelief than he was of the blood freshly running down his arm. "you have way too much energy this early in the morning, dude."

"look, clown me all you want, but let's get one thing straight," he grit out. he jabbed a finger vindictively at you, followed by the insanely loud clacking of his stupid lollipop against his teeth. "i didn't get into a fight."

"colour me impressed," you couldn't help but quip sarcastically, though you motioned him to come closer to where you were rummaging under the counter. you were grateful that being so early, no one had come into buy flowers yet, since it would be a bit of a jump scare to find a man bleeding out.

"shut up," he hissed, glaring perpetually while he took a seat behind your counter, and sticking his arm out. it was amusing, how someone could look annoyed yet so charming in the same action. you almost wanted to comment on the his childish appearance, but you had a feeling he'd slap his headphones on and dash out if you did.

"well?" you prompted, pulling out a first aid kit and setting it on the counter. "what happened to your arm then?"

you could feel his hawkish gaze trail after your every move, scrutinizing each action with such intensity, you couldn't tell if he was pissed off or if he was under an enchantment.

"that granny lost her cat again," kaji said simply.

this boy, you cursed internally as you pulled out disinfectant and bandages. "and?"

"what do you think happened?" he scowled, canines flashing as he grit his teeth at the sting of the ointment. "it fucking scratched me when i caught it." he shook his fringe out of the way, perhaps to properly express his annoyance.

"you look much more handsome when you're angry," you blurted out, reaching up to push his hair back without thinking too much– after all, he was your boyfriend. but more importantly, it was much to his incredibly visible chagrin– by habit, he flinched, automatically trying to grab at his headphones, but he couldn't shake off your grip on his arm, leaving him to clutch one side like a damsel in distress, eyes wide and horrified.

but he calmed down quickly enough when you didn't pay him mind, too accustomed to his shenanigans, humming lightly as you focused on the bandages and keeping the heat from dancing up your spine. there was a simmering tension between you; unspoken, though his eyes were dead set on your nimble movements, the distinct weight of his gaze telling you he wouldn't look away, or more properly, he couldn't.

once you finally looked up from your finished work, you noted his eyebrows were knit together, the permanent glare on his face still written in stone, but his tone was somehow gentler than he let on. "look me in the eyes if you're gonna say stuff like that."

silence ensued, of course, your eyebrows quirking up as the obvious dangled from your tongue.

"kaji, you just looked like you were about to bolt outta here,"

"well, yeah, how else am i supposed to act when you say that?"

"i- i don't know," you stammered, suddenly hyperaware of how he wasn't looking away, how his eyes were practically tracing over every contour of your face with the intensity that could burn. "maybe- maybe act a bit more touched?"

"touched?" he echoed, a bit of incredulous sneer in his voice as he hopped off his seat. the abruptness of it all startled you as your back unwittingly hit the counter, and before you could make your own grand escape, he placed an arm on each side of you, effectively caging you in.

the sudden change up from the incredibly flustered kaji to this steamrolling behaviour made your head spin as you gaze up at him with wide eyes that were only met with a grey, smouldering gaze with the intensity of a storm.

"here," kaji swiftly popped out the lollipop from his mouth, holding it to you. you hesitantly took it from his hand, the question of "what the hell, dude?" bubbling at your lips when without a warning, he grabbed your face and kissed you.

short and sweet, but somehow still awfully fierce for that early in the day– you expected nothing less from ren kaji.

"now what was about?" you giggled as you pulled back, dotingly reaching up to smear your lip gloss onto his chapped lips. an act of giving and receiving, one could even say, since he'd left you with the sickeningly sweet taste of caramel on your tongue. "do you like it when i call you handsome?" you teasingly chimed.

"shut up," kaji grumbled once again, pushing his hair back and pressing his forehead against yours. "you looked cute and i just felt like it, that's all." maybe to someone else, that wasn't a fulfilling response, but you knew how straightforward kaji was, and that he wouldn't lie about something like that.

"well, if you're feeling like it then," you whispered, your lips bumping into his as you spoke, "you should kiss me again."

"demanding," kaji huffed out, though he hoisted you up onto the counter anyways without breaking a sweat, a small, but cocky smile on his face when you grabbed onto his shoulders for dear life.

"oh my god, at least warn me!" you complained. maybe you really should have kept an eye on the door, but with his figure before you, and slotted between your legs and the his hand gently coaxing you forward by the nape of your neck, it was hard to care.

"you have way too much energy to yap in the morning," he chided indignantly, but the way he was already leaning up suggested otherwise.

"hey, you're the one who–!"

"morning, (name)! did kaji already pop by– oh,"

"w-w-we'll just– uh– s-see you at school, k-kaji!?" enomoto managed to croak out before they both scurried away with mildly red faces, reminding you less of the teenage gang members they were and more of children.

you almost fell off the counter, had it not been for kaji's reflexes, but the damage had been done, and the lollipop he'd entrusted you with fell to the floor with a dull thud as enomoto and kusumi blinked at the two of you with horrified expressions.

"hey boys," you greeted casually with a wave.

"oh my, we've made a scandal, darling," you joked– regrettably, or so you thought later in the day when the rest of the tamon team's second years started cooing at at poor kaji. perhaps it was a lesson to not be so energetic in the mornings from then on.

[ray-of-light002]

Decided to write a random little story about Malleus and Yuu dancing during the glorious masquerade event. It popped into my head while taking a shower. This will be written from Malleus’ POV. Sorry if Malleus is OOC I tried my best to capture his personality by the wiki and his vignettes, Enjoy.

May I have this dance?

After his performance Malleus walked down from the stage. His presence so domineering that students parted to make way for him. His electric green eyes scanned the crowd for that one person. “Where ever could they be?” He muttered to himself indignantly. He paused as his eyes caught their’s. It was like, he was staring into their very soul with just how stoic he was. Unblinking even. As the prince approached he stopped in his very step, his eyes were captivated by Yuu’s clothing. The fae examined every contour, every curve with intense curiosity. He simply found his child of man captivating.

Then, as any gentleman did, he bowed and offered his hand. “May I have this dance, Child of man?” He asked, his voice a smoothing deep rumble that could shake someone to their core. It was a simple invitation, though with his tone it could scare someone. But he knew his Child of man didn’t see him as frightening. A smirk danced across his lips as the human accepted his hand. As they were both pulled into a waltz, Malleus made sure Yuu was steady.

“Did your family not teach you to waltz, Child of man?” He questioned bemused. A dark raven eyebrow raised as if it should’ve been common knowledge. “No, they didn’t.” Yuu responded as they stumbled, nearly stepping on one of Malleus’ feet. A deep chuckle found its way out of his throat. He leaned close his breath was warm and held the scent of brimstone; most likely due to his draconic nature. “Then I guess your lesson’s start now, child of man.” He whispered softly, his breathe tickling the human’s ear.

[scribeofmorpheus]

18+ short | Miguel O’Hara

"Ease into it" - Miguel O’hara x OC Althea Temple

Content Warning: 18+ VIEWER’S DISCRETION. PTA-meeting eye candy Miguel?; smut; pretty much the staple progression of foreplay to swooning (this chapter belongs to the series: Infinitely More) Words: 2.3k read on ao3 | Infinitely More

TRANSL: ¡Maldita sea! Has hecho un desastre con mi escritorio... ¿No es así? ¡Puedo saborearte en el aire!: "Dammit! You've made a mess of my desk... haven't you? I can taste you in the air!"

***

Miguel had been prepared to spend the rest of his afternoon counting down the hours until he could log off his computer, turn off all notifications to his email and distract himself with a few laps at the pool until Aly got off shift.

It had been a tiresome month for her. Her time off since the accident had rewired her clock. Sticking to routine became harder for her, and the expectation that she could simply jump right back into work as though she’d never left was a foolhardy one.

Going from doing 6k steps a day on average to busting her ass at the hospital, increasing her daily step count to 20k+ was just the start of it.

There were the late nights. The out-of-synch sleep-work schedules. Missed PTA meetings at Hope’s new school—not that Miguel minded stepping in for her, the soccer moms were easily distracted by a well-timed smile and tactfully chosen tight shirts. Hope actually preferred it when Miguel picked her up from school. They’d sometimes take scenic routes back to the apartment, sneaking ice cream before dinner, making impromptu stops at the planetarium or science museums when they both needed an excuse to put off doing their chores.

But, as much as Miguel enjoyed their new dynamic—their new apartment and calm ever-after—he also missed Aly. He missed watching cheesy reruns of her favourite TV show. He missed cooking with her. He missed date night and heavy make-out sessions on the couch when they’d have the apartment to themselves.

And, from the state of how easily riled up he was, the ache radiating through him as he stood under the gym showers, cold water steaming from the heat roiling off his tense muscles, he missed being able to satiate his baser urges.

His mind kept conjuring the contour of her waist under his grip, the shine of her hips as they snaked around his midriff, the rhythm her breasts would fall into when his thrust would grow even, her mouth parted in an O…

God! He turned the faucet to the coldest level. He was getting hard.

Not feeling like the gym showers were the most accommodating of locations, Miguel cut his shower short, conditioner still weighing his hair down as he ran the towel through his hair.

As he worked his way into his boxers, he was painstakingly aware of how much heavier he felt straining against the white cotton. Fuck. He swallowed his sweet venom and grumbled as he was instantly reminded of his late start to breakfast a few days earlier.

Aly had been on her period—a situation that made his current predicament so much worse; Aly was always more… catty when she was on her period. Easily riled. Restless through midnight. The bane to his big spoon when she’d grind against him.

To make up for it—or possibly to satiate her own desire to see him wrecked and covered in sweat—Aly had given him a toe-curling orgasm with her mouth. Her throat opening up to swallow as much as she could before his cum splattered onto her bare chest.

Maybe a run was in order.

 Just as he was about to untangle his jeans from his legs, a message popped up on his watch.

NARWHAL: HEY THERE, BANDIT! I HAVE FANTASTIC NEWS… GINA AGREED TO COVER MY SHIFT. NARWHAL: HOPE’S SLEEPING OVER AT BREA’S. WE HAVE THE APARTMENT TO OURSELVES… NARWHAL: ARE YOU ALONE?

A sudden dryness overcame his mouth as he tried to swallow the influx of sweet, sweet venom.

With a controlled breath, Miguel hastily backed his gym back, tied his shoelaces and leaned across the bench, peeking to see if there was anyone around.

Dead silence.

Heart hammering wildly, he typed: YES.

NARWHAL: GOOD…

The three dots kept dancing on his screen as he waited for her to finish the text, but then a video file loaded in the chat. The audio symbol was slashed in the top right corner. Thank fuck! No audio.

His hands were trembling when he pressed play, and then he nearly ruptured a blood vessel when he watched the video.

Aly had slipped into a dark, lacey lingerie slip dress. The camera panned from her collarbone to her nipples, lingering by the tattoo on her ribs before dipping to her bellybuttom, and then lower… zooming into the red cord that tickled her inner thigh.

He knew what that cord was attached to.

Hidden under her dress, buried inside her, were two Ben Wa balls. She’d ordered them after reading a foreplay article centred on “adjusting to size easier”.

He couldn’t tell if she stretched easier after removing them, but he knew she was always soaked. More of a friction chaser.

“Volviéndome loco.��” he cursed into the empty space, somewhat ashamed he considered working one out right then and there.  

Furiously, he typed: DON’T MOVE AN INCH. I’M ON MY WAY HOME.

He could instantly sense her in their apartment. Her body heat, her shallow panting, the way her scent permeated the air despite the scented candles she’d lit.

When he opened the door and tossed his jacket onto the couch, he could all but taste her.

“Althea…” he said her name devoutly.

“I…” she sucked in a breath, her voice quivering from inside his office. “I’ve been waiting…”

He pulled down his zipper, all but moaning when he finally got free of the rough material. Aly was poised at his desk, glasses on, legs crossed. Her panties were rumpled carelessly at the base of the desk. He could see the spot she’d soaked through from the doorway.

“I figured it’s been a while…” she pulled one strap of her dress over her shoulder, “since I wore lace for you… mi amor.”

His shirt got tangled with his elbows, his body automatically gravitating towards her until his thigh bumped the desk.

Aly laughed, placing her hands over his wrists, “Here, let me help you get free.”

“Please,” he begged, parking himself by her knees. “¡Maldita sea! Has hecho un desastre con mi escritorio... ¿No es así? ¡Puedo saborearte en el aire!”

Suddenly, Aly stopped untangling his shirt, her fingers tracing slow paths to his chest, circling his hard nipples. “You could lap it clean if you like…”

He turned wolfish. And even though she couldn’t see him grin, from the ungodly noise that escaped his throat, she was well aware he was all on board.

He ripped his shirt, freeing his hands, and then he was on his knees, prying her legs apart and drawing her flush to the edge of the desk. His suspicion had been correct. A thick ropey line traced an arc between her swollen clit and the pool of slick on his desk.

He closed his eyes as the scent grew several degrees more intense. He wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t end up seeing the back of his skull, how far back his eyes rolled as he stuck out his tongue and covered her cunt with his mouth.

His tongue was obscured from pushing past her entrance by the Ben Wa balls, but he discovered a new pro: he could bite down on the cord and pull, only slightly, denying her the stretch that she so eagerly wanted.

She fisted his hair, screaming “Yes! Fuck! Miguel… Oh, your tongue is so hot.” She egged him on, snaking her hips and digging her heels into his back.

He could barely breathe he was buried so deep, but god he wouldn’t have minded going out by suffocation. His cock jutted, reminding him he was still palpably hard. His veins dilated to bursting. His balls so full. So much of himself to give her. So much to fill her with. And not enough of the night.

As he started to rise to his feet, he kept his jaw clenched on the cord between her legs, inching out the balls from inside her. Her legs shook with each tug, her body turning to a ragdoll, limbs heavy and mewling noises too delicious to even consider keeping hushed.

The first ball was stubborn, but once it popped free, the second followed easily, pulling ropes of slick that had been unable to escape her.

No thought about it, he was back on his knees, drinking her up, lapping savagely until she begged him to make her cum. With vigour, he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked feverishly as he plunged two fingers into her cunt and started to finger fuck her. Sloppy, wet, squelching, he had to cup his own tip to keep from spilling too much of himself on the floor. She had been devious. She deserved every drop. Every. Single. Drop.

“Miguel! Miguel! Miguel! Mig—” she gasped, her thighs pressing tightly around his ears till all he could hear was the thunder of her blood rushing through her veins as she came on his face.

Her ankles unlocked after a few breaths; his hearing still entranced with her heart. Struggling to keep his breathing even, he pulled free and readjusted their position.

 He slapped his cock onto her cunt, placing his hands under her knees, and locking her ankles together until her thighs formed a nice closing around his cock.

“My turn,” he said, biting back the urge to ram forward like a mindless animal and pleasure himself on her thighs, cock rubbing against her eager opening.

“All yours,” she mooned. “Every inch. Take everything! Give me every inch of you.”

Shit! He seized his thrusts, angling his tip to her entrance. “Whatever you desire!” And then he entered her.

“It’s okay, mi vida… just like that—Yes! Mmm, I know you can stretch a little more for me… just a bit more,” he couldn’t help but let the slick of his venom pass into her through the rough kiss. He hadn’t shaved in a while, his scruff prickly, causing Aly’s body to vibrate with laughter, bucking and writhing, her thighs and lower back working in opposition. She yearned to relax as he pressed himself deeper and deeper, but she was also ticklish, despite being ravished well and good by his deft tongue. He plunged farther into her mouth as he felt his cock grow warmer inside her divine wetness. “Fuuuuuuck. Aly… so slick—Hmmgh! God, just a little more. Almost… fully… inside… you. Hhnnggg, there… look at you, so pretty, so full…” he traced his palm to her belly, felt himself strain against her there, his cock fully sheathed, balls deep. He looked down at her face, giving her an appraising smirk, this impossible sensation of holding something coveted and all his… it made him leak cum into her undulating cunt, her walls clenching down with intent. “Taking everything inside you like the good girl you are, fuck. I’ve missed you.”

She raked her fingers through the silver of his hair, rubbing deliciously at the base of his skull. “You saw me at breakfast.”

He bit down on her neck, his venom slicking her skin, making her moan, her eyes rolling back, heavy-lidded. He took the opportunity to drive her dangerously close to the edge and rutted forward, anchoring his weight on the balls of his feet, causing the bed to creak in protest, the headboard knocking against the wall.

Aly gushed. And not just in the cute way the blush of her skin would kiss her collarbone, her thighs, her belly… Sno, it didn’t stop there. A torrent of warmth meandered out of her cunt as he pulled back, entranced by the scent of their sex. Driven to absolute madness by the copper taste of her on his lips. The sound of her moaning as he slammed forward, the tip of his cock sensitive and unguarded by his foreskin as it hit her walls with slip, and that tantalising resistance of her body still adjusting to his size.

“Don’t play coy, car amia,” he commanded, secretly hoping she’d refuse to listen. “I know how to unravel you like I was the very thing that wove you together. I know how to make you beg.”

She smiled, her hand reaching between their joined bodies to grasp his throbbing cock with a menacing grip.

“Don’t pretend as though I didn’t have you whimpering into my pillow the other morning,” she swallowed loudly, licking her lips as if ravished, as if she could practically taste his cock in that instant. She began to pump her hand against him. Long, slow, firm strokes that made him eke out a strangled groan. She sighed contentedly when the sound of her hand fucking him turned lewd, precum glistening on her palm. “It seems we both know how to play coy, I’m just a better brat.”

He bit down on his lip, the pillowcase tearing as his claws inched out. Control was beginning to become a suggestion.

“Then this is the point where I punish you, isn’t it?” he cocked a brow and she shuddered. Then he lifted her off the desk and sat himself in his large leather chair, never disconnecting them. “Too bad… looks like you’ll have to fuck me.”

Aly was speechless for a second, taken aback, pouting at the responsibility of having to be the power driver of their pleasure train. Lord knows her muscles weren’t up to the task, given his inhuman endurance. But watching her face go from bratty to shocked did make him swell with pride… and other parts.

She bit back a moan as she worked her legs through the chair’s armrests, planting her weight on her toes and circling her arms around his neck for leverage.

“I’m going to make you squirm, O’Hara…” she threatened.

“I’d like to see you tr—”

She slammed down onto his cock, making him gasp. Her whole body shook, slapping against his hard one.  

Maybe his endurance wasn’t so inhuman after all.

“You were saying?” she smirked, sucking on the shell of his ear.

He threaded his fingers through her curls, unruly and thick from the humid air in the room. Using his nose to paint a line from throat to ear, he whispered: “I love you.”

***

[if you loved this, there's more on my ao3! also, I live off validation/engagement! Come say hi!]

[rinsuniverse]

hello! i love doing make up on people and i love when they do my make up so can you make something like we doing woozi's make up and then he does our make up too (sorry if its sounds weird english is not my main language 😭😭)

doing makeup with woozi! ✧˖°.

this is a cute idea because i LOVE makeup (it's my favorite thing!)

i feel like one of the best parts of being able to date a kpop idol would be that there isn't a bunch of toxic masculinity when it comes to things like makeup or fashion!

when you suggested the idea to woozi, it kind of came out of nowhere

you were both at his studio

he was working on his music (of course)

and you were sitting on the couch, looking through pinterest

you were saving many pins onto a pin board of korean makeup for men because the concept really fascinated you!

you loved makeup already and did a lot of it on yourself and on women, but you haven't tried doing men's makeup before

so you got up out of your seat and went to sit next to woozi's seat at his desk, pulling up a small stool

"jihoon?"

"hmm?"

"can i do your makeup some time?"

"like for my schedules? i'd have to talk to my bosses for that-"

"no, i mean, like just for fun at home."

he turns away from his work to look at you and offers you a smile

"sure. i'll find some time this week."

you love how he has so much confidence in your abilities

he's a very supportive person and would support your interests whole-heartedly

you also like how he doesn't even bother asking why

and that's how you found yourself in your bedroom with jihoon sitting in front of a mirror wearing your pink, fluffy headband to keep his hair out of his face

you quickly did his eyebrows, tinting them and making them appear fuller

then you did his face makeup with some nice spf and skin tints, spot concealing as you go

you tried contouring following a video you had seen about male kpop idol makeup

as you were doing it, you became kind of nervous

you were sitting criss-cross in front of jihoon, and he started laughing

"you don't need to hold your breath," he says, putting his hand on your knee

his fingers dance a rhythm on your knee, following the music he had playing for the both of you

"i'm just nervous," you say, sighing. "i don't want to mess this up."

"if you mess up, we can start over. you have me all night," he says, trying to comfort you

"true"

and you successfully go about contouring!

then you get to the fun part: the eyeshadow!

you decide you want to play with color, glitter, and some gems!

"is that glitter?" he asks, pointing at your things

"yep! i have a look i want to do on you"

"are you making me into a princess? ((T_T))"

"it'll be fine, just trust me!"

and you do some nice eyeshadow on him, though it's less natural than he usually has on

you decorate with some small gems

he looks into the small hand mirror you gave him and he's winking his eyes to see what you did

"this is pretty," he says quietly

"really?"

"i should post it on weverse," he smirks

you finish up the final touches, and he looks happy

he's simply amazed at how talented you are

"do you like it?"

"yeah, you're really good at this. you should come work at hybe."

"as if!"

"you have to take pictures of me so i can show the members"

and that's when an idea pops up in your head

"ji, wanna do my makeup?"

"uh, what?"

"you should do my makeup!"

"i only know the basics. i couldn't do something cool like this."

"that's fine!"

you swap spots with him, and he does some simple makeup on you

you share some jokes as the two of you mess around, but it was a really fun quality time for you two

"jihoon, you put so much glitter on my eyelids"

"isn't that what you do?"

"i mean, i guess?"

"i think it looks good. wait, is that a colorful eyeshadow palette? maybe i should-"

"no! let's not look at that!"

"what? i could make you into a rainbow"

"jihoon!"

at the end, you take selfies with him (bonus if you both do a wooahae pose)

you mess up his lips by giving him a quick peck and he freaks out

"hey! i haven't taken the pictures yet! come fix this"

"yes, sir, right away!"

and you both goof off into the night

thank you so much for this request! feel free to request many, many more ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧

(p.s. requests are still open! ς(>‿<.))

[charlie-rulerofhell]

Chris talking about his synaesthesia and seeing the colour of music

a snippet of an interview Chris did with a German ESC channel about a month ago, translated from German into English (because I thought it was pretty fascinating what Chris had to say, and hoped you all would enjoy reading about it as well)

Benny: Chris, you are a synaesthete. What does Blood and Glitter look like to you? And is there a Eurovision song that looks particularly noticable?

Chris: So, you know … Synaesthesia is the connection of senses that normally do not belong together, right? Someone who can taste colours, for example. So they are seeing a colour and are having a certain taste in their mouth. In my case it's the ear that is connected to the eye, and it only works in this direction. So when I'm hearing a certain note, I see a specific colour.

You can picture it like an instagram filter, when everything gets colourised in a certain way, and all contours seem to be glowing in that colour. A little bit like a real-time light show. I'm pretty good at repressing it, though, and it also doesn't happen when I'm tired and the brain is trying to save resources. But when I allow it to happen then I'm seeing this aura. It has nothing to do with how a song feels to me, though, so the colour is not determined by the feeling that I have. It's really just a physical thing. Sounds are wave lengths. So you have twelve semitones, and then everything repeats itself, twice as high, twice as deep, and so on. So these wave lengths are all connected to a certain colour. C, for example, always has a blue shade to me, and when it goes deeper, to an A, it becomes purple. So, Blood and Glitter is written in A minor, and especially with the guitar riff in the beginning, everything gets stained in a purple tone. So it's not blood and gold at all, if we would consider gold to be a proper colour.

Now the thing is, it's important to me that our lightshow matches the colours that I'm seeing, and I can work quite well with red and purple. If it's too complementary, like red and green for example, that doesn't work well for me. Or if a song goes too far into the direction of green, then I'm having trouble handling it, unless the song symbolises a certain inner conflict, because I simply don't like green as a light colour. Even though I quite like it as the colour of the forest, where it is more muted.

It's getting pretty nerdy here, as you may notice. So the thing is that the clearer the information is, the more distinct will be the colour that I'm seeing. When I'm hearing simply a pure sinusoidal tone, then the colour is very clear. When more harmonies come together, everything will get muddier. Like when you mix all colours together and it becomes brown – or white when you're mixing light. That's also one of the reasons why I rarely like jazz when it becomes too atonal. Because with all those different sevenths and ninths in jazz chords you have a lot of friction, and then it just becomes very muddy and cold colour-wise, like there's no clear colour information anymore, and it's all just grey. So I cannot really feel jazz emotionally. Or when you have a song with a lot of harmonies and transpositions, then it can also change during one song.

But with the other Eurovision songs I haven't really paid any attention to their colours yet, because it is something that is so normal to me that I'm not analysing it really. I won't be thinking: Oh, it's getting blue now! It's just as normal to me as when you open your mouth and there is sound coming out of it, I also wouldn't be paying any attention to that.

Peter: What about classical music?

Chris: Well, when you're talking about the proper classical period here – also including the Romantic, the neoclassical or the baroque era, so everything that is harmoniously precise, and which works diatonically in major and minor keys – here it is quite similar to pop music, it's very comprehensible. When it gets too modern however, like the Schoenberg school, twelve-tone technique, all that, or the whole expressionism, then it's just like jazz with classical instruments, so that also doesn't work for me. Because then the colours are just jarring, you know? It's not only weird for the ear, it's also hurting the eye. But I do love classical music. I listen to a lot of classical music, I love movie scores, the cello was my first instrument, and I'm still playing it. I have basically made classical music before I even knew that something like pop music existed.

Benny: What a fascinating topic, really! We could probably fill a whole show with that if we wanted. Thank you for the answer.

Chris: Oh, sorry, if I may nerd around some more, just one thing. When I'm listening to a certain symphony or whatever, and I feel like the colour-mood does not match what I'm hearing, then I have this here in the whole house [takes a remote control] … all the light bulbs are connected with this Philips hue system, so whatever lamp I need to change, I can adjust it, until I feel like this matches the music that I'm currently listening to better.

Benny: So today the mood goes more into the direction of pink?

Chris: For me it's red, maybe the screen messes it up. But that was really just because of Blood and Glitter, that made me go: Let's do a red light show today.

[starrystorymaker]

He Simply Wasn’t There

a drabble written by my darling partner @thedrawingwolfie <3, who asked me to post their writing here.

cw: medical whump, vivisection, blood, the works

The dim lighting of the crude doctor’s office Neverland stood in was like a mockery to his senses. Once, he relished this. He relished the way the light flickered off of her skin, the way her eyes were burning and angry and defiant, and, more importantly, he relished watching that fire die. Once, it was some sort of drug. Now, it tasted bitter on his tongue.

Still, he thought, business is business.

He turned a blind eye to the way Crimson thrashed against the obsidian restraints. The checklist in his head drowned out her grunts of frustration. First, gas. Next was magic samples, of course. Then resilience testing. He’d wrap it up with the last of the samples and her vitals. It used to be so easy. Maybe it still could be.

With steady hands, Neverland grabbed the non-rebreather mask, checking the gas levels of the attached machine. He took a deep breath, watching all the dials click to green. He turned towards the patient table in the middle, taking in Crimson’s restricted form. She looked brazen, defiant. It seemed to unravel the second he stepped forward, though.

Crimson’s eyes widened. “No- no,” she breathed, pulling on her restrained limbs so hard that Neverland almost worried she’d pop something out of place. He shook his head. Not like she couldn’t heal it again.

“We do this every time, Crimson. It’s for both of our safety.”

“If you touch me, I swear to God, Neverland,” she hissed, turning her head this way and that to avoid the mask.

Neverland simply sighed. He let a cruel indifference fog his head. He couldn’t let feeling get in the way of science. Slowly, he stretched the elastic to wrap around her head, earning more desperate-sounding whines from Crimson.

“No, no, no, please-”

As the mask found the contours of her face, she gritted her teeth. Neverland almost laughed as she held her breath. She may be immortal, but human nature wouldn’t allow her to suffocate herself. He gently flicked the machine on and it came to life with a hum that surely churned Crimson’s stomach.

“Just breathe. You know it’ll be over faster that way,” he said, his voice starkly less compassionate than when he originally retrieved her from her cell. Crimson shook her head. He tutted softly again, upping the amount of gas flooding her airways.

Slowly, after a couple more minutes of bitter resistance, her eyes began to flutter. Neverland hummed in encouragement, stepping away to grab two empty vials from the cupboards in the corners. He slid them gently below the armrests of the patient table, setting them just under the small slits in her wrists.

She let out a soft groan, complaining wordlessly. Neverland tutted again, grabbing two cuffs from the table beside him and clipping them around her wrists. “Now, now. You know we have to do this every time. I thought I wouldn’t have to explain that to you.”

Crimson’s eyes fluttered again, squinting under the glaring light. “H… hurts.”

“We’re learning more and more about you every day, Crimson. Isn’t that what you wanted?” he asked softly, brushing a lock of hair from her face.

When she didn’t answer, he simply shrugged, turning on the cuffs. Her body tensed as the cuffs began to stimulate her magic, the substance flowing into the vials slowly but consistently. Neverland watched with a curious eye. His magic behaved so differently from hers, down to mere viscosity. Of course, it was to be expected, considering they had such different magical origins, but the stark differences still shocked him.

There was a couple of breaths of silence. Neverland removed the ventilator, finding himself relishing the soft gasp she let out as fresher air hit her lungs. Now she was properly subdued, enough to allow the test to continue.

Once the vials were full, he took away the cuffs, leaving her whimpering in soft pain. Crimson flinched as Neverland picked up a small scalpel, her body reacting faster than her brain. “No,” she breathed, shaking her head weakly. “No.”

“Relax, Crimson. It’s not what you think,” he said slowly. “I’m simply testing endurance.”

“No,” Crimson insisted again. It fell upon deaf ears.

Neverland then began the slow, painful process of making small incisions along her skin. He timed the intervals between the act of making the fresh cut and when her body finally healed it. It was predictable at first. The first few, placed along her arm, all took about 20 or 30 seconds to properly heal. The same results came from the other arm. Slowly, as the minutes ticked on, Neverland put cuts that deepened in her skin, seeing how long the process of healing muscle took. These were around 3 to 5 minutes.

And all the while, Crimson pleaded. She pleaded with the person Neverland couldn’t be right now. She pleaded with the man who took her outside of the lab in secret, the one who made her breakfast, and the one who kissed her bruises better. She pleaded with her lover, and he simply wasn’t there. He was a scientist, and she was his patient. It was so simple in his head.

As he began his final round of incisions, Crimson let out a whine through gritted teeth. He cocked an eyebrow. “Too deep?”

“You- you’re-” she gasped, her mouth barely able to shape words.

“I’m what?” he asked, looking down. The incision was a couple of millimeters away from bone. Blood pooled from it, dripping down her arm and hitting the floor with an agonizing plip, plip, plip.

He hummed in mild surprise. “My hand must’ve slipped. My apologies, Crimson.”

She let out a strangled cry, tears pooling.

Those final cuts, causing fat pools of blood to collect at the base of the table, took around 15 minutes to heal. Neverland entered in his report that there were the variables of magic fatigue, sedative gas, and intensity of back-to-back wounds to be kept in mind with these results. Though he knew the people reading his report wouldn’t care. They would simply ask for more control data to compare to, and then they’d go back to this damn room.

“Nev- Neverland,” Crimson sobbed gently, her body limp against the table. “Please.”

He bit back his urge to comfort her. “I’ll get your potion of regeneration soon. Just hold on, I’m entering the last round of data,” he said. He typed in the last line of data, staring at it for more seconds than he would’ve liked.

One incision hit the bone. After 20 minutes, it still hadn’t healed. To be reviewed later.

Neverland swallowed, stepping away and grabbing a potion from the same table the magic cuffs rested on. As he approached, the table’s restraints freed her. Crimson’s shaking form curled in on itself, holding her arms close to her chest. He bit his tongue, uncorking the bottle.

“Drink,” he insisted.

She shook her head, covering her face. Neverland scowled.

“I said drink,” he commanded, grabbing her chin. Crimson let out another strangled cry as the lip of the bottle was forced into her mouth, leaving her no choice but to drink. She choked on each glug of the potion, coughing as the bottle was removed from her lips. The fact that she started to feel marginally better was no comfort.

Neverland let out a slow sigh, setting the bottle aside. “Okay. You’re done with the worst bit. Let’s just collect those samples and vitals and we’ll get you to bed.”

Crimson gently turned away from him, shivering and whimpering in the cold embrace of the table. He watched her, biting back a well of sympathy. Slowly, he placed a monitor on her heart, drowning out the feeling of his own pounding so forcefully.

He was a scientist. She was his experiment. And together they were forwarding science. Together, they forwarded her destruction.

[minti-tales]

A treat will be awaiting minti when she enters her rooms at GA headquarters: a plate of sliced limes, cut into perfect circles and placed in an ornate bowl. A glass of what appears to be a sweet and fruity beverage is placed next to it. A folded note is placed in front:

“Green like your eyes - T”

Minti Chocolate undergoes a change.

CW: Body dysphoria, language, mental health, nudity.

A miracle potion, contained within one slender, royal blue-tinted bottle. A convenient way to become a new man - or woman - by simply sleeping, as long as the drinker had removed all their clothing before getting into bed.

That's what the drink was supposed to be, if the heavily robed hyur who gave it to Minti hadn't lied. A free sample, meant to give the viera the same power of transformation that it had for the lalafell, now hyur, gladiator she helped earlier that day. The fellow who wanted a shot of confidence before their big debut in the Ul'dahn Coliseum.

It was so utterly convenient, wasn't it, the way that the gladiator just happened to walk up to the peddler and Minti as they were talking. Just happened to flex his muscles like one of the Mandervilles, and declare that he felt as if he were a man renewed - a lalafell reborn. Odd, too, that the peddler acted as if nothing had ever taken place, and practically shoved a spare bottle into the viera's bags before scuttling off to whatever alley he happened to come from. The whole thing stunk, if she could be honest with herself. Stunk like a wilted cactuar. A set-up. That's what it was. A set-up.

That scene by Sapphire Alley was surely just a scheme to separate the viera from her gil, a distraction to keep her from helping a person in need. There were geomancers in Kugane who did a similar thing, pretending to divine fortunes for gaijin visitors and shoving healing bracelets onto their wrists. "A donation," they'd intone, over and over, "A donation and all your troubles will be gone. Your love - returned from overseas. Your purse - full to bursting. All for a small donation. This bracelet will keep you safe, but the kami will sour your fortune if you do not seek my help.

Have care, good sir. Have care."

---

There was a part of Minti Chocolate that felt as if she wasn't herself.

A mask from some forgotten play clung to her flesh, refusing to peel off. Minti had made peace with herself after the events of recent days, yes, but something still dug its pinching claws into the contours of her face, spun tight sticky strands by her eyes, her lips, the parts of her that could extend the fibers of her muscles into what passed for a smile.

She could feel the thing's reach over her all the way up to her very long ears.

Voidspawn.

Dragonspawn.

The heretic girl sheltered by the heretic knight.

What a shame that she didn't burn along with her House's Lady.

The viera was herself, but also, very strongly, she wasn't. This she knew. In this moment, hidden away from her friends and coworkers, she couldn't reach the bottle to pop the cork, drink it all in one go, and get herself into her comfy bed to sleep. Her clothes were off, she was as naked as could be, but she could. Not. Reach it.

Was she sweating? She must be. Twelve, this must be panic, or...

What would Krile think? She'd say something about being true to yourself or some shite, nothing good or of import. But, but being true meant taking risks, yes? Yes?

(The Signora): Better to stay as you are, my dear. To smile and laugh and be a good girl and stay out of sight, lest the priest with the burning gaze sees you too-

Minti's hand was shaking, reaching for the bottle. She was close - so close that the tips of her fingers were chilled by the dripping liquid coming off the bottle. How her hand shook!

Ah, but then there was the cool of a bird flapping its wings from nearby. A great, warm, gigantic bird roosting by her, and extending a wing across the whole of her back.

(The Firebird): To what heights must I climb to reach your heart, Minti? Are you afraid to trust someone who doesn't wear your face? Who is not you?

A lifetime ago, you gave me your trust, and I, in you. Our hearts were shared, our wings aloft on the same skies. Do not tell me that the world has forced you to rise to where none can touch you. Where I, your center, your flame, cannot find you.

Do not dare tell me that you are paralyzed with guilt, my love. You do not deserve a moment more of living with this pain.

Allow me. I will not ask your permission, you are clearly in no position to give it.

Consider what I do an act of selfless love.

Harken to me.

Listen to my melody, my heart.

---

Ah, yes.

Minti was awake.

It'd been such a long sleep, and she was sure that her head was being drummed on by an entire percussion section of lalafells. Twelve, everything hurt.

What was over by her table? Her bags and adventuring gear had been pushed to the side for...fruit. A glass with green liquid in it. A square piece of vellum - a note?

She should go get. She shoul- Ahh!

The floor hurts when you fall on it, doesn't it. It hurts more when your limbs feel like a newborn dhamel, flailing about this way and that, your brain firing off commands to nerves and muscles that haven't a damned clue what they're supposed to be doing.

(Minti): Little steps. I'll take little steps. I'll crawl on the floor if I have to, like a damned newborn. I don't care who sees me. I don't. Care.

After stumbling over to the table, her legs and feet making the weakest attempts at working, Minti got some answers. It wasn't her imagination playing tricks on her, there was fruit. A plate of sliced emerald green fruit, each perfectly cut, in an ornate bowl. How considerate. Mayhap if she had a bite-

(Minti): Agh. Gah. Sour. Quite sour. Pfleh.

The calm, androgynous voice of The Artist reached Minti's ears. Louder than a whisper, with the delivery of an authority figure who was...disappointed. Not mad, just disappointed.

(The Artist): <Calmly> Minti.

(Minti): <Frustrated> What?

(The Artist): I believe those are limes, of the fruit variety.

(Minti): No shite, I knew they were limes.

(The Artist): Limes happen to be sour, not sweet.

(Minti): I know that.

(The Artist): Why did you eat them?

(Minti): I was hungry.

(The Artist): ....

(Minti): Don't you go quiet on me, I'm not stupid.

(The Artist): Read the note. But first, you may wish to squeeze the limes into the glass, stir, drink, and look at your visage upon yonder vessel's surface. I believe some...rather dramatic changes have taken place.

One sweet and sour drink later, and The Artist was proven right. There had been changes.

To start, Minti was taller, quite taller. She had broad shoulders, long braided black hair that flowed down her back, a scar along her left cheek, amongst other changes. The woman was as if a sculptor had crafted a Hellsguard woman out of Thanalan clay and breathed life into her. To say that she was statuesque was putting it mildly.

After patting her cheeks, pulling her nose, and doing all the things you aren't supposed to do with your face, Minti reached for the square piece of vellum which had laying by the glass and fruit. Lucky that her magnifiers were nearby.

It read, "Green like your eyes - T." She did have such striking green eyes, didn't she?

Even in this new form, this...Hellsguard Roegadyn, if there could be any certainty of it, Minti Chocolate had green eyes.

A green drink, for a woman with beautiful green eyes.

[big-o-ceanofficial]

Simply K Pop CONTOUR

Big Ocean - BLOW 🌊

[f1nns1deblog]

(meme stolen from u/FeweF8's post)

If you've seen photos of F1nn with incredibly realistic looking cleavage:

but have also seen photos of him that show he's flat-chested:

you may be wondering how he can do both, especially since he isn't currently on any form of HRT.

Well, wonder no more! F1nn's cleavage is indeed made using his own flat chest, but it's been clamped into position using a Misses Kisses "strapless", backless bra!

Here's what one version of these contraptions looks like on a person with an endowed chest:

F1nn's model is slightly different from this one as it features a straight bar directly below his cleavage. (F1nn purchased his multiple years ago, so all current models may be different from the exact one he uses!)

Once F1nn is strapped into this contraption, he layers a bra over it so that he can slide in whichever bra inserts were on sale on Amazon to fill out the bottom and outer sides of each cup. Depending on the day, he might finish the look with a bit of contour makeup brushed down the center cleft to make it appear deeper, something even the Kardashian girls have been known to do.

Now, F1nn has employed other methods of mammary manifestation! Drag fans will be familiar with the concept of a breast plate, as seen here on F1nn:

However, F1nn hates wearing them because of how hard they are to put on and take off, how hot and sweaty they get, and how they limit which outfits he can wear due to having to hide the neck and shoulder seams.

Now, the Misses Kisses mechanism isn't the most comfortable, either, to the point that F1nn tends to take it off after a few hours of streaming. This is why streams featuring F1nn with visible cleavage aren't all that common. Instead, F1nn's more likely to either wear a cleavage-hiding top and pop on stick-on breast forms with or without a bra, as seen here:

or, and far more often, he'll simply let the built-in padding of his bra or outfit do the work without any additional fillers, as seen here:

(Transparency note: F1nn's exact process for each of these example photos may be slightly different from what I've described! We only know what he's mentioned on stream, and he's never given a step-by-step tutorial as that would likely get him banned on twitch or censored on youtube.)

[randomvarious]

Today's compilation:

16 #1 Hits from the Early 60's 1982 Soul / Pop / Girl Groups / Pop-Soul / R&B

Again, I don't think that there's another label in the world, outside of the enormous ones that have had their hooks firmly dug into a wide array of genres, that could possibly have put out a whole series of compilations that consist solely of just their own #1 hits, like Motown managed to do here in the early 80s. Sure, they were just putting together these budget cheat code comps of easily accessible tunes, but by that same token, no other label that produced and released their own music had that same capability to just use US chart-toppers from their very own catalog. It's really such an impressive muscle-flex on their part, and really goes to show why Motown is the single-greatest institution in the history of American pop music 💪.

Now, they had a lot of successful acts, but throughout much of the 60s, the straw that really stirred Motown's drink was the inimitable songwriting and production trio of Holland-Dozier-Holland, whose work appears on eight of these sixteen tracks here. And the one partnership they had that ended up launching Motown into a previously uncharted stratosphere was with Diana Ross & the Supremes, who have six #1s that appear on this comp, all of which were produced by Holland-Dozier-Holland.

In 1964, The Supremes achieved their first ever #1 with "Where Did Our Love Go," and then proceeded to rattle off four more consecutive #1s in "Baby Love," "Come See About Me," "Stop! In the Name of Love," and "Back in My Arms Again." Their streak would then break in '65, but they'd still manage to squeeze out another #1 that year with "I Hear a Symphony." And the acoustics on all of these, along with a common formula of bouncy, undergirding rhythms and percussion, makes them simply unbeatable.

So, without that combination of Holland-Dozier-Holland and The Supremes, the 60s definitely wouldn't have turned out as nearly as fortunate as they did for Motown. HDH would doubtlessly apply their talents to other acts and probably achieve other big hits, but none would probably end up clicking as consistently and perfectly as they did with Diana Ross & the Supremes.

And what's perhaps even more impressive about all of this is that, by the end of the decade, Holland-Dozier-Holland would leave Motown and Diana Ross would go solo, and the label would still manage to rack up #1s in the next decade like no other label could, despite those drastic changes.

So, a killer slate of tunes here that really demonstrates just what an absolute powerhouse Motown really was. An excellent starter pack for any Motown novice out there who wants to get a taste of a bunch of the label's biggest successes in their earlier years.

Highlights:

Smokey Robinson & the Miracles - "Shop Around" The Marvelettes - "Please Mr. Postman" The Contours - "Do You Love Me" Stevie Wonder - "Fingertips, Pt. 2" Martha & the Vandellas - "(Love Is Like A) Heat Wave" Mary Wells - "My Guy" Diana Ross & the Supremes - "Where Did Our Love Go" Diana Ross & the Supremes - "Baby Love" The Temptations - "My Girl" Junior Walker & the All-Stars - "Shotgun" Diana Ross & the Supremes - "Stop! In the Name of Love" The Four Tops - "I Can't Help Myself (Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch)" Diana Ross & the Supremes - "Back in My Arms Again" Diana Ross & the Supremes - "I Hear a Symphony"

[ari-writes-things]

hi!! I'm currently 17k words into my very first queer romance novel! I'm young, very asexual, and on the aromantic spectrum so this is not something I've ever written about before, but I'm so in love with how this project is turning out.

this is gonna be a long one...

the story is in alternating perspectives between these two girls in their junior year of high school, Riley and Andy, who meet through their school's production of Romeo and Juliet.

my original concept for this story was a combination of a bunch of different story ideas I had floating around in my head and one was examining neurodivergence through a lens of theatre. this wasn't ultimately as thematically influential as I initially envisioned, but it gave me the plot point of the girls meeting through high school theatre and ties into Riley's character development. I chose Romeo and Juliet to pay homage to my gay awakening, Bare: A Pop Opera, which takes place in a Catholic school producing the same play.

so, characters:

Riley is autistic and recently moved from a small town in Minnesota to the city in Oregon where the story takes place. she has a brother named Nathan who is four years older than her and, for most of her life, he was her only friend because growing up autistic in a small town doesn't do wonders for the social life. she fell in love with theatre as a way to be anyone but herself and because she unintentionally got quite good at acting from simply trying to Person correctly. Riley's story is one of self-acceptance and trauma recovery. she falls in love with Andy and has to come to grips with the queer identity she'd spent so long repressing and trying to be "normal". I recently decided to layer on an element of previous sexual trauma and how that deeply impacts how Riley views her own sexuality and romantic/sexual relationships.

Andy has lived in Oregon her whole life with her twin sister, Eloise. the two did basically everything together and, even though they're two very different people, Andy doesn't really know who she is separate to her sister. joining theatre in her junior year (where she meets Riley) is the first major thing she's done without Eloise and that brews conflict in their relationship as they explore who they are without each other. Andy has known she was bisexual for a while before the story takes place and she is out to her family, although they didn't take it particularly well. her sister is basically holding the family together all by herself, which adds another level of stress and conflict in the sisters' relationship. Andy's story is about self-discovery and personal growth. her relationships have always been assured and stable since she had Eloise by her side her whole life, so Andy never learned how to properly think of others and put effort into her relationships. her conflict with Eloise and budding romance with Riley really expose her deepest flaws as a sister and as a friend/romantic partner.

I don't know if any of that was particularly coherent, but this is the part where I gush: I love love LOVE how this story is going. the plot is kind of boring objectively since it's just following these two girls going through high school, but the emotions! the angst! the cuteness!! I can't get over their banter and voices and lore!

I've been taking particular effort into making my characters feel like real human beings with real lives leading up to the story. Riley is super outdoorsy and can name basically all kinds of trees and plants. Andy is into outer space and painted constellations on the ceiling with her sister as a kid. Riley can ice skate because she used to practice on the lake when it froze over in the winter. Andy and Eloise play these talking games like "Who Would Win" and "The Secret Game" with each other. Riley wants to be a biologist. Andy is an artist currently really into continuous contour drawings. there's like a hundred other things I could say about them!

and their relationship is just so cute!! Riley feels everything so strongly and lives her life dialed up to eleven so Andy isn't afraid to try new things when she's with her because Riley will put her whole self into it with her. Andy is generally quite nonjudgemental and playful so Riley feels like she can be herself around her. Riley teaches Andy to ice skate and she's the first person Andy teaches the games she plays with Eloise to. their first kiss is on the front porch of a friend's house during the post-show cast party. their first date is coffee and going to a plant nursery to buy matching succulents. Andy doodles all the time and she and Riley pass notes and doodles on post-its during class. Riley keeps the post-its to use as bookmarks. this description doesn't do justice to how adorable they are.

I've currently thought out 75% of this book, made a detailed storyboard for 50%, and actually written maybe 7% but I so badly hope this is a project I stay passionate about and finish. I'm already so in love with the character voices I'm developing and the themes of queer identity, trauma, familial relationships, and mental illness (and more). there's symbolism in rain and stars and trees and art and scripts and I have so many more ideas in my head that I can't wait to pour out onto paper.

okay that's it for now! thanks for listening to me gush about this :D

writers, listen up...

i've fallen out of touch with the writeblr community a lot in the past few years, and i want to rectify that. the community aspect was what made me fall in love with tumblr, and what improved my writing for the better.

the golden days of my writing were when i was highly active and engaged in this wonderful community, but life and work and the horrors of self publishing have overtaken my energy in the past year. however, i have been really struggling with original writing, and i want to get back into the community here.

that said...

you write fantasy with queer characters

are an indie author

post frequently about your wips (taglists are a bonus!)

are queer

are a very active and friendly writer

if any of these apply

please, please reblog and tell me about your wip. gush over it. infodump. characters and ships and worldbuilding and plot, i want it all! this is your invitation to be as selfishly indulgent as possible. let's make some new friends and restore some community!!

boosts appreciated!

[custom101prints]

Custom Vinyl Decals Printing: Enhancing Your Brand and Space

Custom vinyl decals have become a popular and versatile solution for both personal and professional purposes. Whether you're looking to promote your brand, enhance your office or retail space, or add a personal touch to your belongings, custom vinyl decals offer an affordable and highly customizable option. This article will explore the key benefits of Custom Vinyl Decals Printing, the process involved, and how it can be a valuable tool for businesses and individuals alike.

What Are Custom Vinyl Decals?

Custom vinyl decals are adhesive-backed designs, shapes, or text printed on durable vinyl material. They can be easily applied to various surfaces such as glass, walls, vehicles, laptops, and more. Available in different sizes, colors, and finishes, custom decals can be tailored to meet the specific needs of each project.

These decals are perfect for branding, promotional purposes, interior decoration, and personalization of items. Their versatility and affordability make them a preferred choice for businesses and individuals looking to create visual impact with minimal investment.

Benefits of Custom Vinyl Decals

Cost-Effective Branding and Promotion One of the primary reasons businesses opt for custom vinyl decals is their cost-effectiveness. They offer an affordable way to increase brand visibility, especially for startups or small businesses that may not have large marketing budgets. Vinyl decals can be placed on company vehicles, storefront windows, and other high-traffic areas to catch the attention of potential customers.

Easy Application and Removal Custom vinyl decals are easy to apply and remove, making them a flexible choice for temporary promotions or events. They do not leave residue or damage surfaces, making them perfect for short-term advertising campaigns or seasonal changes in branding.

Durability and Weather Resistance Printed on high-quality vinyl, these decals are known for their durability. They are designed to withstand various environmental conditions, including rain, wind, and UV exposure. This makes them ideal for outdoor use, such as on vehicles, signage, and building exteriors.

Customizable for Various Uses Custom Vinyl Decals Bronx can be printed in virtually any design, including logos, slogans, artwork, or custom lettering. This flexibility allows for endless creativity. Whether you want to showcase your brand’s personality or simply add a decorative touch to your home, custom decals can be designed to your exact specifications.

Enhanced Visual Appeal Custom decals can enhance the visual appeal of any space or object. Businesses can use them to create eye-catching storefront displays, decorate office walls, or provide directional signage. For personal use, custom decals can be applied to cars, laptops, and home décor items to reflect individual tastes and styles.

Portable and Lightweight Unlike more permanent advertising options such as billboards or painted signs, vinyl decals are lightweight and portable. They can be printed, shipped, and installed quickly and easily, allowing businesses to use them for pop-up events, trade shows, or other temporary setups without hassle.

The Custom Vinyl Decal Printing Process

The process of creating custom vinyl decals is relatively simple, yet it allows for a high degree of customization. Here's a brief overview of the steps:

Design Creation The first step involves designing the decal according to the client's specifications. This could include a company logo, a custom graphic, or a specific message. Many printing services offer design assistance to help create a professional, polished look.

Printing Once the design is finalized, it is printed onto vinyl material using advanced printing technology. The high-quality print ensures that the colors are vibrant, and the details are sharp.

Cutting After printing, the vinyl sheet is cut to the desired shape and size. Some decals are contour-cut around the design, while others are produced as simple rectangular or square shapes.

Application The final step involves applying the decal to the chosen surface. Most decals come with a backing paper that can be peeled off for easy application. They adhere firmly to most smooth surfaces, ensuring a professional-looking result.

[sidabd]

Makeup Trends 2024: What’s Hot and What’s Not

As we step into 2024, the world of makeup is buzzing with fresh trends that are redefining beauty standards. From bold colors to innovative techniques, there’s something for everyone. Whether you’re planning your everyday looks or gearing up for a special occasion like a wedding, knowing the latest trends can help you stay ahead of the curve. If you’re in Lucknow and seeking expert advice, a talented bridal makeup artist in Lucknow can help you incorporate these trends into your bridal look. Let’s explore what’s hot and what’s not in makeup for 2024!

What’s Hot

Skinimalism

The Trend: 

A continuation of the minimalist movement, skinimalism focuses on achieving a fresh, natural look with minimal products.

How to Embrace It:

Opt for lightweight foundations or tinted moisturizers that enhance your natural glow.

Use cream blushes and highlighters to achieve that dewy finish without heavy layers.

Bold Colors

The Trend: 

Vibrant colors are making a comeback, especially in eye makeup. Think bold blues, greens, and even neon shades.

How to Embrace It:

Experiment with colorful eyeliners or eyeshadows. A pop of color on the lower lash line can be a fun statement.

For special occasions like weddings, a bridal makeup artist in Lucknow can create stunning eye looks that incorporate these vibrant colors.

Graphic Eyeliner

The Trend: 

Ditch the traditional cat-eye for graphic and artistic eyeliner designs. This trend allows for creativity and self-expression.

How to Embrace It:

Use gel or liquid liners to create unique shapes and lines around your eyes.

Pair graphic eyeliner with minimal makeup on the rest of your face to keep the focus on the eyes.

Flushed Cheeks

The Trend: 

A natural, flushed cheek is a hot trend for 2024. It adds a youthful glow and pairs well with almost any makeup look.

How to Embrace It:

Use cream blushes in soft pinks or peaches for a fresh-faced appearance.

Apply blush on the apples of your cheeks and blend it slightly upwards for a lifted effect.

Sunkissed Skin

The Trend: 

Sun-kissed skin is in, with bronzers taking center stage to create a warm, radiant look.

How to Embrace It:

Choose a bronzer that complements your skin tone and apply it to the high points of your face—forehead, cheekbones, and nose.

A touch of golden highlighter can enhance that sun-kissed effect, giving your skin a luminous glow.

What’s Not

Overly Matte Looks

The Trend: 

While matte finishes have been popular, 2024 is shifting towards more luminous and radiant textures.

What to Avoid:

Steer clear of heavy, matte foundations that can make your skin appear flat and dull.

Instead, focus on products that provide a natural finish and enhance your skin’s glow.

Heavy Contouring

The Trend: 

The chiseled look of heavy contouring is fading. Natural dimension is now preferred.

What to Avoid:

Skip the harsh lines of contour. Instead, opt for bronzers and blushes that provide subtle definition without looking overly sculpted.

Soft, blended shades are key to achieving a more natural appearance.

Overdone Eyelashes

The Trend: 

While voluminous lashes have their time and place, the trend for 2024 is leaning towards more natural-looking lashes.

What to Avoid:

Avoid overly dramatic false lashes that can overshadow your eyes. Instead, go for fluttery, lightweight lashes or simply enhance your natural lashes with a good coat of mascara.

Consider using eyelash serums for natural growth and fullness.

Matching Lip and Eye Colors

The Trend: 

The matchy-matchy look is becoming outdated. Instead, contrasting colors are making waves.

What to Avoid:

Skip matching your lip color exactly to your eyeshadow. Instead, create a balanced look by using complementary colors that enhance each other without being identical.

Experiment with different textures, such as pairing a matte lip with a shimmery eye.

Conclusion

Staying updated with makeup trends can help you express your personal style and keep your look fresh. Whether you’re experimenting with bold colors or embracing the skinimalism trend, remember that the key is to feel confident and beautiful in your own skin. For brides-to-be in Lucknow, consulting with a skilled bridal makeup artist in Lucknow can help you incorporate these trends into your wedding look, ensuring you look stunning on your special day.

As we move through 2024, keep these trends in mind and enjoy the art of makeup. Here’s to celebrating your beauty, both inside and out!

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When it comes to finding the perfect makeup artist who can bring your beauty vision to life, it’s essential to choose someone with not just skill, but also a deep passion for the art of makeup. In Indirapuram, one name stands out for delivering exquisite and personalized makeup services—Meraki by Maahi Kaur. Recognized as the Best Makeup Artist in Indirapuram, Maahi Kaur has built a reputation for transforming her clients with her unique touch and artistic expertise.

Why Meraki by Maahi Kaur is Indirapuram’s Best Makeup Artist

Personalized Beauty Approach: At Meraki by Maahi Kaur, every makeup application is a bespoke experience. Maahi believes that makeup should enhance, not mask, a person’s natural beauty. She works closely with each client to understand their style, preferences, and the occasion, ensuring that the final look is a perfect reflection of their personality.

Expertise and Skill: Maahi Kaur’s journey in makeup artistry spans years of dedication and continuous learning. Trained by some of the best in the industry, she stays updated with the latest trends, techniques, and products. Her ability to adapt to different skin types, tones, and facial features has made her the go-to makeup artist for brides, celebrities, and beauty enthusiasts in Indirapuram. “Best Makeup Artist in Indirapuram”

Premium Products for Flawless Results: Quality is non-negotiable at Meraki by Maahi Kaur. Maahi exclusively uses high-end, dermatologist-tested products that are known for their longevity and flawless finish. Whether it's foundation that perfectly matches your skin tone or eyeshadows that make your eyes pop, every product is carefully chosen to ensure you look stunning and your makeup lasts all day.

Attention to Detail: One of the hallmarks of Maahi Kaur’s makeup artistry is her meticulous attention to detail. From the precise flick of an eyeliner to the perfect blend of a contour, Maahi’s work is characterized by a level of perfectionism that ensures each client looks their absolute best. This dedication to detail has earned her the title of the Best Makeup Artist in Indirapuram.

Services Offered at Meraki by Maahi Kaur

Meraki by Maahi Kaur offers a wide range of makeup services designed to cater to various needs and occasions:

Bridal Makeup: Your wedding day is a once-in-a-lifetime event, and Maahi Kaur ensures that you look nothing short of spectacular. Specializing in bridal makeup, she creates timeless, elegant looks that complement your bridal attire and highlight your best features, ensuring you feel like a queen on your special day.

Party & Event Makeup: Whether you’re attending a gala, a cocktail party, or any special event, Maahi Kaur will craft a look that turns heads. From bold and dramatic to soft and subtle, she tailors each look to match the event and your personal style.

Everyday Glam: Want to look polished and put-together without going overboard? Maahi offers everyday makeup services that are perfect for work, casual outings, or any day you want to feel extra confident.

Makeup Workshops: If you’re interested in learning how to enhance your own beauty, Meraki by Maahi Kaur offers workshops where Maahi shares her professional techniques. These workshops are perfect for makeup enthusiasts who want to learn the tricks of the trade from the best in the business.

What Clients Are Saying

Client satisfaction is the ultimate testament to Maahi Kaur’s skill and dedication. Here’s what some of her clients have to say:

"Maahi is simply amazing! She did my bridal makeup, and I couldn’t have been happier with the result. She listened to what I wanted and made me look even better than I imagined. She’s truly the Best Makeup Artist in Indirapuram." - Shweta R.

"I’ve tried many makeup artists, but none compare to Maahi. She has a way of making you look glamorous without feeling overly done. I always feel confident and beautiful after a session with her." - Neha S.

Book Your Appointment Today

If you’re in Indirapuram and searching for a makeup artist who can deliver perfection, look no further than Meraki by Maahi Kaur. With a passion for beauty and a commitment to excellence, Maahi Kaur ensures that every client walks away feeling their best.

Contact Meraki by Maahi Kaur today to book your appointment and experience the expertise of the Best Makeup Artist in Indirapuram.

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Unleash Boldness: TPU Gloss Military Green Car Vinyl Wrap

Ready to make a statement with your ride? Introducing the TPU Gloss Military Green Car Vinyl Wrap—where military-inspired ruggedness meets sleek, glossy sophistication. This wrap isn't just about looks; it's about transforming your vehicle into a standout piece of automotive art. Here’s why TPU Gloss Military Green is your next must-have upgrade.

Why TPU Gloss Military Green?

1. Military-Inspired Edge Channel the bold, commanding presence of military aesthetics with a gloss finish that catches every eye. The rich, green hue with its glossy sheen gives your vehicle a distinctive, high-impact look that’s both modern and timeless.

2. High-Performance TPU Material Crafted from advanced Thermoplastic Polyurethane (TPU), this vinyl wrap offers exceptional durability and flexibility. It’s designed to withstand the elements—resisting scratches, UV rays, and environmental damage, all while keeping its sleek, glossy finish intact.

3. Glossy Finish, Ultimate Shine The glossy texture adds a sophisticated, high-end look to your car. It enhances color depth and shine, making your vehicle pop with a mirror-like finish that reflects light beautifully.

4. Self-Healing Technology Minor scratches and scuffs don’t stand a chance. Thanks to its self-healing properties, the TPU Gloss Military Green wrap can recover from light abrasions with a bit of heat, keeping your ride looking flawless.

5. Effortless Maintenance The smooth, glossy surface of the wrap makes cleaning a breeze. Simply wash your car with standard products to keep the vibrant green hue and shine. No special maintenance required—just keep it clean and enjoy the shine!

Application Tips

Applying TPU Gloss Military Green Car Vinyl Wrap can be a DIY project or done professionally for perfect results. Here’s a brief guide:

1. Surface Prep Clean your car thoroughly to remove all dirt and contaminants. A spotless surface ensures better adhesion of the wrap.

2. Cut and Measure Measure and cut the vinyl to fit your car’s panels. Precision is key for a seamless application.

3. Apply the Wrap Start applying the wrap from one edge, smoothing it out with a squeegee to avoid air bubbles. Ensure it adheres properly and conforms to the car’s curves.

4. Heat for Fit Use a heat gun to help the wrap conform to the vehicle’s contours. This step is essential for achieving a smooth, glossy finish.

5. Final Adjustments Trim any excess film and make sure all edges are securely adhered. Inspect the wrap for any imperfections and make necessary adjustments.

Final Thoughts

The TPU Gloss Military Green Car Vinyl Wrap is more than just a color—it's a statement. It combines the rugged allure of military green with a sleek, glossy finish to create a look that’s both bold and refined. Elevate your vehicle’s style and protection with this high-performance wrap.

Ready to turn heads? Embrace the ultimate in car customization with TPU Gloss Military Green and drive in undeniable style. 🚗✨

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Elevate Your Car's Interior with Quality and Style: Floor Mats from Kmart

When it comes to enhancing the comfort and cleanliness of your vehicle, investing in quality floor mats is a decision that pays off in both functionality and style. At Kmart, renowned for its commitment to affordability and quality, you'll find a diverse range of floor mats designed to protect your car's interior while adding a touch of personal flair. Let's explore why floor mats kmart are a smart choice for any vehicle owner looking to upgrade their driving experience.

Quality and Durability

Kmart floor mats are crafted from durable materials such as rubber, carpet, or vinyl, ensuring long-lasting performance and protection for your vehicle's floors. Whether you're facing muddy boots, spilled drinks, or everyday wear and tear, these mats are designed to withstand it all while maintaining their integrity and functionality. The quality construction means they won't easily wear out, offering excellent value for your investment.

Custom Fit and Coverage

One of the standout features of Kmart floor mats is their custom fit for various vehicle makes and models. Available in universal and model-specific options, these mats are designed to precisely match the contours of your car's floors. This tailored fit provides maximum coverage, effectively shielding against dirt, moisture, and debris. With raised edges and deep grooves, Kmart floor mats trap spills and mud, preventing them from spreading and damaging your car's interior.

Easy Maintenance

Keeping your car clean shouldn't be a hassle, and Kmart floor mats make maintenance a breeze. Most mats are designed with a surface that is easy to clean—simply remove them from your vehicle, shake off debris, and wipe clean with a damp cloth or hose them down for a more thorough cleaning. This convenience ensures that your car's interior stays fresh and presentable with minimal effort.

Style and Design Options

Beyond functionality, Kmart offers a variety of style options to complement your vehicle's interior aesthetic. Whether you prefer classic black mats for a sleek look, vibrant colors to add a pop of personality, or textured finishes for added grip and comfort, there's a floor mat design at Kmart to suit your taste and preferences. You can even mix and match different styles to create a custom look that reflects your unique style.

Affordability and Accessibility

At Kmart, affordability meets quality. The wide range of floor mats available ensures that there's an option to fit every budget without compromising on performance or style. Whether you're outfitting a new vehicle or refreshing the interior of an older one, Kmart floor mats offer exceptional value for money, allowing you to protect your investment without breaking the bank.

Environmental Responsibility

Kmart is committed to sustainability, and many of their floor mats are made from eco-friendly materials or incorporate recyclable components. This commitment to environmental responsibility means you can feel good about your purchase knowing that you're choosing products that minimize environmental impact.

Conclusion

In conclusion, Kmart floor mats are more than just a practical accessory—they're a statement of quality, style, and reliability for your vehicle. Whether you prioritize durability, easy maintenance, or enhancing your car's interior aesthetics, Kmart offers a range of options that cater to your needs. With their affordable prices and commitment to customer satisfaction, Kmart floor mats are a smart choice for any driver looking to upgrade their driving experience. Visit your nearest Kmart store or explore their online selection to discover the perfect floor mats for your vehicle today.

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