#Soap is looking a little more ‘09 than ‘22 but it’s fine

[emmster]

POV you’re at a pub and three guys ask you to take a picture and you capture a Ghost on it

[mangoguy]

Displacement (2/2)

John "Soap" MacTavish('09) x Reader x John "Soap" MacTavish('22)

Warnings: Mentions of character death (Ghost and Roach), no y/n used, no pronouns other than they/them used a few of times.

You can't help but find it difficult to get used to your new surroundings.

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It's finally here!!! I meant for this to be out a week after the first part, but school got busy lmao

Read the first part here

There are a few things you have noticed after being thrown in here.

One, the year is 2023.

Two, You are married to John (or Johnny as he likes being called) in this timeline.

And three, you don’t work in the military, you are no longer with Task Force 141.

That third one hit particularly hard. Your task force was a huge part of your life along with John.

You faked memory loss, thinking it was a smart move for now. You doubted they would even believe you if you started spouting that you were not from here. Even to you, that sounded crazy.

‘Because it is…’ you thought bitterly.

This universe wasn't in World War III, you weren't complaining though, that was the mission after all. You still had a hard time adjusting, especially with him around, Johnny. The man who wears your husband's face. Well, you guessed you're even… since technically you were wearing his wife's face? That's how you saw it anyway.

He was worried about you, often asking if you were okay. You could never really answer him, just stare and nod. You felt so foreign here, out of place, and you missed John so much it made you ill. You wondered what happened to him? Was he okay? Something told you he wasn’t. With where your mind was going this was going to be a long hospital stay…

It's been two months since you've woken up. Your mind convinced you it was some weird coma dream.

‘People have those, don't they?’ You thought, staring out the living room window. You felt silly mourning the loss of some older version of yourself and Johnny. It was morbid of your brain to think of how Ghost would die, or mourn the loss of two others you ‘barely knew.’ You found it funny how Price looked in your dream, older, a little unhinged. Gaz was what scared you the most in terms of dream Gaz, you didn't want to think about it.

You met them briefly, Task Force 141, Johnny's teammates, and friends. They all seemed very concerned about you, maybe even a little guilty like they caused the accident. You assured them you were fine and mentioned that the doctors said you were healing quite nicely.

“Aye, but they… have memory loss, can't remember a damn thing… the doctor said it looks severe,” Johnny spoke in a hushed whisper when you went off to fetch something.

“They can't remember anything?” Kyle spoke.

“Yeah, and I'm talkin’ like their whole life, it's like they're a new person… Can't even remember our weddin’ day, our first meetin’, or… anythin’” Johnny could feel his heartbreak just speaking it out loud. A painful reminder of what happened, he thought maybe someone was punishing him. Probably was, for the things he's done. He gave a deep sigh, as Kyle gave him a reassuring pat on the back. Price and Simon both frowned, giving the Scot a sympathetic look, that's when you decided to enter the room again.

“Bonnie yer… are ye okay? Ye've been starin’ out the window for a while…” you heard Johnny speak softly. You turned to look at him, nodding your head softly.

“Yeah sorry, just… I guess I'm reminiscing on some weird dream I had while in that coma,” you admitted.

“Hm? Dream ye say? Do ye want tae talk about it?” John sat near you on the couch and pulled you into his arms. It was comforting being in his embrace.

“Hm, not much to say other than… I guess I just dreamt of a whole other life for us? You were there, though you were a bit older… definitely more handsome in my dream,” you gave him a cheeky grin.

“Looks like I've got some competition,” he paused to chuckle softly. “But older you say? Were ye dreaming of tae future or somethin’?” Johnny asked.

“Hm, you could say that… though there are differences in dream John and you in real life.”

“Aye… and what's that?”

“Well for one he was a bit taller than you,” you snickered.

“Aye!”

“And well he didn't have an arm tattoo, like you do he had one on his neck, a revolver,” you paused to think, your mind was getting a little muddy on details.

“Oh! And your scars are different, that's all I seem to remember at the moment...” you finished. Johnny was silent for a moment, absorbing this new information. It was nice hearing you talk again, even if it was about this mysterious other version of himself.

“Damn, sounds like one handsome bastard…”

“Johnny…”

“What I'm bein’ serious,” he muses.

Something weird was going on, you couldn't place your finger on it. It all started with a pair of jeans. What scared you was that you vaguely recalled wearing them somewhere. You placed them down on the floor and stared at them.

‘Of course, I wore them somewhere they're pants…’ You thought, thinking it was silly you were worried about jeans. You shook your head, grabbing them off the floor but that's when something slipped out from the pocket. One fell with a hard thunk and the other fluttered to the ground. You pick them both up. One was a simple wedding band on it was an engraving, two sets of dates

xx-xx-‘07

xx-xx-‘09

The other item made your heart drop in your stomach. Time seemed to stop as familiar sets of eyes were on you. John Price, Ghost, John “Soap” MacTavish, you. In the corner of the photo were the words ‘OP Kingfish.’

This was it.

The evidence that your ‘coma dream’ wasn't a dream after all. How could you think it was a dream? How dare this world make you think your John was a dream, your world. You assumed it was the universe trying to make you ‘fit in,’ but that begs the question, how did your stuff get here? You shoved the ring and photo in your pocket as you heard Johnny walking over to where you were.

“Hey Bonnie, are you almost done gettin’ ready? Simon texted saying he was at the bar already,” Johnny watched you as you put the jeans back in the closet.

“Yeah I'm ready, can't keep the man waiting,” you smiled though it didn't reach your eyes.

While watching Ghost and Johnny converse you felt the ring and photo through your pocket for the tenth time. You worried they would disappear and yet they never did. You stood up from your seat, getting the attention of the two men at the table.

“Just heading to the bathroom,” you spoke, walking towards the small hallway that housed the restrooms. You entered, taking a quick breather, your emotions were everywhere tonight. It was starting to annoy you, if you were being honest all you wanted was to just relax and enjoy the evening…

Even it felt fake.

Doing your business and leaving the bathroom, you noticed Johnny had a conflicting look. But when you approached he smiled at you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you sat down.

“Everything okay?” You asked and he nodded, though you noticed it was stiff.

You ended up drinking, not a lot but enough to get a bit tipsy. You barely remember the car ride home, though here you are, in bed and snuggled into the blankets. You were reaching out towards Johnny’s spot but found he was not on his side of the bed. It’s cold, meaning he was gone for a while. You slowly sat up, groaning from a slight headache. You called out for him but didn’t hear an answer. You got out of bed and walked towards the living room, spotting him sitting on the couch with the table lamp on. He was staring at something, upon closer look it was the photo, your photo with your team. Your John.

You blinked once, then twice.

When did he get that?

Shit.

“What are you doing with that?” You asked, slightly on the defence.

“What am I doin’ with it? What are ye doing with this? What am I even lookin’ at?” He asked, looking over at you his expression inconceivable.

“It's… complicated Johnny, you probably wouldn't understand.”

He went quiet after that, rubbing his face in frustration, he then stared at the photo again. You needed to figure out where to go from here. You bit the inside of your cheek in thought.

“So, are ye from the future or somethin? Because that's what it looks like… we all look older in this photo… Plus why the hell are you in this photo anyway?” Johnny spoke up finally after a long silence.

“No… it's complicated…”

“Then enlighten me!” You could hear him getting frustrated.

“Fine… I'm… not from here, I don't know how to explain it! One moment I was someplace else then the next thing I know I'm here, in Scotland… In a hospital with someone who looks like my husband but isn't!” you didn't mean to sound so harsh, but all your feelings were bursting out.

“But I am yer husband, didn't you tell me ye were dreamin’ while in that coma?” Johnny tried reasoning.

“I lied, at first I thought maybe it was all a dream but how do you explain the photo and this? I know for a fact I wasn't dreaming I had a completely different life,” You pulled out the ring, showing him the engraved dates.

He stared at the ring, at the dates that were engraved then at the photo. He seemed a bit distant, thinking, processing.

“Is that why whenever I look at ye… It feels like I've lost someone… lost my Bonnie,” Johnny lamented. You were caught off guard by that. But you couldn't deny that you also felt a huge loss whenever you thought of John. The two of you stayed silent, grieving but didn't want to think about why. You refused to think your John didn't survive that explosion.

“I… guess you could say I'm from an alternate universe, god… that's even more confusing but makes the most sense” you decided to change the subject. Johnny finally looked up at you, his eyebrows furrowed in thought.

“Aye… that sounds crazy… maybe-” he didn't finish his sentence but you knew he was probably still trying to find a reasonable answer. You couldn't blame him and this is exactly the reason you didn't bring it up. You decided to take a different approach.

“That photo was taken on a joint mission with Task Force 141 and Delta force, we were going after this guy named Vladimir Makarov, Intel claimed he was in this facility in Ukraine but he wasn't and it ended up being a trap… That's when John or my Soap, I guess I should say, got injured and Price was captured,” you explained. You were starting to sweat a bit, speaking that mission out loud sounded insane. It sure did catch Johnny's attention though. A dark look crossed his face at the mention of Vladimir Makarov but it quickly faded.

“Huh…” was all Johnny managed to get out, it was a hell of a story. You could tell he needed more convincing.

“Well, one person in that photograph isn't alive… Ghost, along with another member Roach were shot by a man named Shepherd…” Your eyebrows furrowed and you frowned deeply.

“Betrayed by him and his shadow company…” you seethed. That seemed to make Johnny perk up. From the looks of it, that story of yours seemed to hit a little too close to home. He gave you a thoughtful look albeit a concerned look.

“Well, shite… that just all but confirms your theory… But the question remains why are ye here? And how come yer body in yer time stayed there?”

“I don't know… it's not like I have the answers. I was literally on a mission to assassinate Makarov but then an explosion went off behind us and I ended up in that hospital.” You explained.

“Ye know… that sounds similar to what happened to my spouse, well they didn't work in the military but there was an accident that involved both me and them, they ended up taking most of the damage which is why they put you in a coma… but you already knew that,” he mumbled that last part.

“I wonder if that's related… but that still doesn't explain why I'm here…” You crossed your arms, sitting opposite from him on the couch. You stared at your reflection on the TV for a moment, observing your new skin, you often didn't look at yourself for too long. You found it troublesome and dare you say uncanny.

This whole situation was confusing, but you found some comfort now that Johnny knew and seemed to believe you. You did grow fond of him over the couple of months you've been here. It was slow, sure, unfairly comparing him to your John but you quickly came to realize that although they might share the same name and hair- they were different. That also made you realize something else though, something unpleasant.

"Johnny… I understand if you want me to leave, I am technically wearing your spouse's face..." you suddenly spoke. Johnny turned to look at you with a bewildered look on his face, silently asking if you were for real.

“That's a way to put it…” he mumbled with a long pause before speaking again, "...But I don't want you to leave."

"...Why?" It was your turn to be bewildered now.

"Well, is it bad I still want to be with ye? I know you aren't the version of my Bonnie I married but... you're still you whether you're fighting in the big fight or here making the house a home... I loved you in both timelines,” he suddenly proclaimed, bringing a hand over to caress your cheek. There was hope that maybe this could work.

That couldn't be a bad idea.

The universe brought the two of you together for a reason.

Words: 2,337

[meowmeowriley]

Have a list of everything I've got on AO3! (And a few things I don't yet)

Current WIPS on AO3

Little Meow Meow - Emo catboy!Ghost can't die. Let's rewrite the games!

Poké-Pandemonium - Pokémon, COD, and secretsssssss. I've worked hard to make this fic welcoming to Pokémon fans and non-Pokémon fans alike ❤

More Than Just Loose Ends - after 09 Ghost dies he wakes up again, as an ethereal being that only 22 Ghost can see. Can we call him a guardian angel if he's actually a bloodthirsty psychopath?

Oh, Brother - An outsider POV of Ghost and Soap getting together, told through the eyes of their siblings. Now a series!

I Don't Think We're in Space Anymore - An alien crash lands in Mexico, and Price and Laswell decide to give it a mask and a gun. That alien is Ghost.

Was tHat thE BiTe oF 22 - FNAF, but with COD characters. Lot's of child death, but like it's fine, they possess the animatronics! They're totally fine.

Be Kind, Rewind - Ghost gets de-aged. He's still Ghost. In theory, this could be greatness! A soldier with his experience in a younger, more virile body. He's now young, not really dumb, and full of cum! (Provided he can convince Soap to sleep with him, that is.)

Current WIPS confined to my notes app

Duo Fatui - An Unus Annus tribute. Soap is Unus, Ghost is Annus. Rewriting my favorite episodes/moments with the boys in place of Mark and Ethan.

Is That Gonna be a Problem? - Simon met Johnny and Jenny, twins, as a kid. On leave in Glasgow, he reconnects with his childhood friends. Post Roba, Pre 141

Cohabitation - Simon Riley died and came back. Twice. His corpse was resurrected as a zombie, and his spirit remains as a ghost that possesses said corpse. Ghost!Ghost and Zombie!Ghost, and the 141 finding out about their odd situation.

Lost a Bet - Ghost lost a bet with Gaz, and Gaz gets to design Ghost's next mask. Ghost now has to wear the cat themed mask for a month. During that time he bonds with the stray cats around base.

Outlaw Outta Time - a COD and RDR2 crossover. The boys accidentally go back in time while looking for Graves, and get tangled up in the Van der Lind gang's shenanigans. A fix it for Arthur (side ships include Ale/Rudy and Arthur/Albert Mason)

??? - Unnamed fic about trans!Ghost dropping hints that he's trans, and Soap who thought he was straight having the most confusing crush on his lieutenant. They fuck about it.

??? - Unnamed fic about a rescue mission to save Elizabeth. Johnny thinks she's Ghost's girlfriend, she is not. She's his dog. Ghost is aware of the miscommunication, and does absolutely nothing to correct it, because it's funny.

??? - Unnamed fic about Ghost and Soap getting sucked into our world a la Supernatural's The French Mistake. They have to pretend to be Samuel and Neil until they figure out how to get home.

I also have a collection of completed One-shots! MMR's One-Shots

I'm desperate for interaction! Did a fic catch your eye? Have questions, comments, or concerns? Is there something you'd like me to write? Talk to meeeeeeeeee!!!!!

[sondepoch]

XV: Neutral Route (Y/N)

Where Futures Begin

Life used to be simple for you. Peaceful. But the Savior had other plans for you, and in moments, she ruined what you thought was your one shot at happiness. Blinded by anger, you escaped the Mint Eye, but that triggered a series of events that would bring you further into the world of brothers Saeran and Saeyoung. And further into the twisted world of your love for them.

Neutral Route: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | ✔

Saeyoung’s Route: 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | ✔

Saeran’s Route: 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | ✔

MASTERLIST 

Luciel had been acting strangely pleasant for the last four hours.

He'd wandered around the cabin with a sick smirk planted on his face, announcing something about going scouting around the Mint Eye to see if they could visually find any entrances.

You'd initially brushed your worries away, but when you walked into the kitchen to see Luciel washing your dress, you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "Luciel...?" Your voice was timid.

"Yes, (Y/N)? Oh," He looked down at the fabric between his hands. "I figured, since we're going out and all, that you should wear your dress. But it was a little dirty, so I washed it!" The redhead flashed you a smile, and you felt yourself step backward.

"Why are you being so..." Creepy. "Friendly to me? I thought you were upset with me?" You bit your lip, unsure of the response you'd get.

"There's no point holding on to the past, wouldn't you agree?" Luciel said, staring at the magenta satin. "Hey, why don't you shower? It's been almost a day since you've come here, so I'm sure you're dying to get clean."

Luciel ushered you out of the kitchen, saying, "Your dress will be dry when you're done, so take your time."

As you stood under the water that poured over your head, though, you couldn't help but feel suspicious. In the time you'd known him, Luciel had gone from cold and blunt at the Mint Eye, to friendly and charming up until you made out with him. He'd been passionate as he kissed you, but had depicted more anger than you'd ever seen in a person when he came charging at you afterward. Then he had grown distant, ignoring you almost as Saeran had, but now he was being friendly again?

You shuddered.

No.

Luciel wasn't being friendly.

He had the same look in his eye that people at the Mint Eye got whenever the Savior promised them something. His golden irises looked darker, no longer shining proudly like a king's crown but glistening darkly, like the diadem of the king's evil brother who was plotting something horrible from the shadows.

You tried to wash the sick feeling in your stomach away, rubbing your body all over with extra soap, trying not to wince as the flavored shampoo came into contact with the cuts that littered your body from when you fell off the ladder.

It's only been sixteen hours since then, but it feels like it's been weeks.

You frowned, staring at your white hair as you lathered shampoo into it. The artificial color was a contrast to your skin, looking unnatural as it clung to your shoulders, wet.

You closed your eyes, pretending for a moment that you were in the Mint Eye. It wasn't hard. The strawberry-scented shampoo that Luciel had thrust into your hands was the exact same type the Savior had asked you to use. The smell brought you back to the Mint Eye, where, you realized, you truly were happy.

It was the night before your second commitment. The night before your life fell apart.

Saeran was dancing with you, pulling you with him as he slowly waltzed with you across the floor.

The two of you were silent, not needing words to communicate when you could let your actions speak for you. Your head rested comfortably into the crook of Saeran's shoulder, and Saeran's loose grip around your waist was all the two of you needed to know that everything was okay.

He took a step back and raised his arm, spinning your body around and then back into him where the two of you resumed what would be your final dance together.

It was a peaceful moment, forever frozen in your mind as the perfect image of happiness. Your bliss, and his, intertwined in such a way that they were one: a snapshot of what life had been for you in the Mint Eye before you had renounced the magenta.

You sighed.

Those days were gone. Long gone.

You took a step backward, turning off the water after double-checking that your whole body was clean. Drying yourself with a fluffy towel, you observed the satin fabric of your dress cautiously as if Luciel had hidden a knife in it, meant to stab you as soon as you put the clothing on.

Finding nothing, you pulled the material over your body, finding the way it fit familiar. Almost comforting. You stared at your reflection in the mirror. Your hair was a damp and tangled mess, but the rest of you looked as immaculate as you had been in the Mint Eye.

You turned your body and twisted your neck, staring at the tattoo Saeran had placed on your back. You'd never admired it before, but as you stared at it, you realized more and more how even the lines were and how objectively perfect it was.

From the angle you were standing at, you realized that you didn't look like yourself at all. It was as if a filter had been placed over you. Even your untouched skin was faded to a grayed down version of your previous skin color.

A knock broke you from your thoughts. "(Y/N)?" Luciel's sickly sweet voice called. "Are you done in there?"

You opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom while Luciel observed the dress. "Everything looks good...but what about your hair?" He pinched the damp strands. "Do you need a comb? I think Vanderwood has hair ties lying around somewhere here..."

You put a hand up, stopping Luciel. "I can't."

Luciel arched an eyebrow. "You can't what?"

"I can't...do my own hair. In the Mint Eye, it was always either Saeran or the Savior..." You turned away, painfully aware of the subtle question you were asking. Was it too much? Luciel seemed to be in a better mood, but you weren't sure what his triggers were.

The redhead sighed. "Fine, then." He pulled you into his room. "I'll do it for you."

***

The car ride was awkward.

Luciel had originally argued that the only ones who even needed to go scouting were him, V, and you, but Vanderwood was quick to say that he wouldn't let himself be caught dead alone in a cabin with MC. Of course, once it was decided that Vanderwood was going, MC had decided she didn't want to be left behind, so the five of you crammed yourselves into Vanderwood's old car, the four-wheeler bringing you all closer and closer to the Mint Eye.

You brought your thumb to your lips, chewing on your nail.

It was a bad habit you had developed when you were a child, only surfacing when you were nervous. Your nails had grown out nicely in your time in the Mint Eye, you never really needing to worry, but the stress of seeing the building grow close was difficult to cope with.

"Relax, (Y/N)," Luciel murmured, the sick smile present on his face once more. "Everything's going to be over, soon."

"What do you mean?" You regarded his words suspiciously. This was just a scouting trip, right? Why would anything be over?

Luciel didn't respond, the car silent before V instructed Vanderwood to pull over.

"Alright, everyone out," The brunette instructed, stepping out of the car.

Once you were out, you were surprised. "Are we going to split up?"

Luciel shook his head. "We'll wait here."

You didn't question it. Something didn't feel right, but then, when did anything related to the Mint Eye ever feel right? You ignored the pit in your stomach, instead opting to inspect your surroundings.

Vanderwood had pulled over beside a large stone platform, circular with strange carvings inscribed in rings around the center. You bent down and inspected the stone, noting that the carvings looked old, but not old enough to be crumbling.

The Savior must have had this built for the Mint Eye, you realized, recalling how every few months, the Savior would take a group of disciples and bring them outside for a series of rituals. The Savior had confessed to you that this was her favorite place, outside the Mint Eye. She had promised to bring you, once, but you had escaped before she took you.

You pulled your gaze from the stone, looking up to see V and Luciel discussing something in hushed voices by the car. MC had wandered off, and Vanderwood was the only one doing actual reconnaissance work, observing the Mint Eye through binoculars.

You saw him jerk up.

"Someone's coming!" He shouted, drawing the attention of Luciel. "Everyone in the car—dammit, where's MC?!"

You spun your head around frantically searching for her eye-catching blob of brown hair. If someone was this wandering around this close to the Mint Eye, there were very limited options on who it could be.

You sprinted to the car, hoping to get in, only for Luciel to stop you. "Wait," He commanded, his expression hard.

"The fuck are you doing, Luciel? We have a better chance of finding MC if we prepare ourselves and all get in the ca-" Vanderwood was all over the place, gesturing madly, and practically shouting whilst the redhead in front of him remained calm.

"Who did you see, Vanderwood?" Luciel asked, his words slow.

"That's what you care about?!" Vanderwood took a step toward Luciel, readying his hand to punch the younger agent.

You bit your lip, concerned for what would happen between the two when everyone halted, hearing a voice.

"He saw me."

You felt a quiver run down your spine, your bare back already chilly but now seeming to freeze as you felt a shiver of fear ripple through your very bones. The Savior, you realized, fearful. You stood rooted to the spot, and no one seemed to speak until the same voice called out once more, much closer now.

"Are the arrangements ready, V?"

You didn't move, but your eyes darted to V, where you stared at the man in horror. Arrangements? Had he known that the Savior would come here? Is that why he had Vanderwood stop?

"They are." Luciel said, answering the question for V. "You take (Y/N), we get Saeran."

Your eyes widened as you realized what had put Luciel in such a good mood this morning. It was an exchange. You realized bitterly, hating yourself for not seeing the truth sooner. I should have known.

"Of course, of course, but keep your voice down. I haven't told Saeran, yet. And by the look on (Y/N)'s face, it would seem you didn't inform her, either." The Savior said, her voice now directly behind you.

You pulled on the car door once more, hoping that it would open, or that you could pull the door out and use it to shield yourself from whatever horrors the Savior was going to force you through, but the only thing that happened was a firm grip finding itself on your arm.

You were afraid to look down, as if seeing the hand around your wrist would make it more real. Instinctively, though, you knew who it was. After so many years with him, how could you not know the feel of his hand?

"Saeran?" You asked, turning around to meet the eyes of the boy you had once loved so much.

He hardly responded, though, the mint green of his eyes dulled by his blank expression. He pulled you backward, and unlike the touch of anyone else, you found yourself unable to hold back as he led you to the Savior.

She stared at you, the smile you were used to seeing on her lips no longer present. Instead, she rolled her eyes. "I can't believe I'm trading Saeran for a weakling like you," She scowled. "But it's okay, (Y/N). This will make you strong. Strong like me. Do you know what it was that made me strong?" The Savior asked.

You didn't respond, not wanting to hear another word from her lips, but she answered the question herself.

"It wasn't enough that the man I loved told me he didn't want me anymore. It was only when he showed me that I realized the truth. And that, my sweetling," Rika cooed, pulling at a loose strand of hair from Luciel's hairstyle on you, "Is what will make you strong as well."

The Savior forced you to your knees.

You wondered, numbly, what she was going to do to you.

What more pain could she force you to endure that you hadn't handled already? You watched, distant, as she crossed her arms and spoke with Luciel and V. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Vanderwood shaking Luciel, shouting at the boy, but for some reason, their words were inaudible to your ears.

They were yelling, shouting, practically screaming at each other. But the sounds were nothing but distant noises on your ears, your entire body focused on Saeran, and where he went.

And why he came back holding MC's hand.

He stared at the girl with loving eyes, his expression not blank the way it was when he stared at you but instead filled with affection. Is this what the Savior wanted me to see? You wondered, unable to help the scowl that formed on your face as you watched the two with envy. Saeran and MC, together, happy?

You pried your eyes away from the pair, gazing back at the Savior. Or did she want me to think about how, after this exchange, Saeran and MC are going to make out on the same couch I kissed Luciel?

You tried to shut your mind off, hating the very thought. You focused on the Savior's words, as she forced MC to her knees next to you and handed something to Saeran.

Pulling yourself from your daze, you forced yourself to listen.

"Choose, Saeran." She murmured, while Luciel watched from the side.

You made eye-contact with Vanderwood, who, for the first time, was unable to hold your gaze, crossing his arms and looking away. Even V, whom you had learned to be a voice of reason and ration, couldn't bear to watch.

"You know what this injection does," You heard Rika's voice continue. "And you know what will happen to whomever you pick. So, who will it be, Saeran? (Y/N)? Or MC?"

You dropped your gaze to the large syringe in Saeran's hands, noting the color. The same color as the Elixir of Salvation, you realized with a start. It's going to be injected into the bloodstream? You felt your heart palpitate at the very thought.

The Savior smiled at you, her expression cold as you understood the decision she was forcing Saeran to make.

Whoever he chose would enter a world of pain. No, not a world, an ultra-concentrated high-density galaxy of truly unendurable agony. You felt your heart beat faster, your eyes darting back and forth between the Savior's cruel smirk, Vanderwood, who was being held back by V, and Saeran, who was walking forward.

You and MC sat kneeling next to each other, barely a foot apart. Despite that, you knew as soon as Saeran took a step forward that he was heading toward you, not her.

You heard MC begging for Saeran not to do it to her, that she loved him and that she wouldn't do it to him. You opened your mouth, wondering if begging would save you for at least a minute longer, but you couldn't bring yourself to utter a single word as Saeran looked at you.

For the first time, his expression wasn't blank. Or angry. Or bored.

As he stared at you, whispering, "I'm sorry," you saw the look in his eyes: pure sorrow and remorse; but no regret.

That expression was the last thing you saw before Saeran plunged the needle into your neck, a new level of pain entering your body through your neck, spreading all over with no way of escaping.

MASTERLIST

Neutral Route: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | ✔

Saeyoung’s Route: 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | ✔

Saeran’s Route: 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | ✔

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Notes: Blehh I just got back from the conference today and I didn't do too well. I won an award but I feel like I could have done so much better if I'd prepared more and made some different choices. On the flip side - I have a renewed sense of motivation to do even better so that'll definitely pull me through this! :)

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Fantastic Four Vol. 1 #103

Mon April 2 2018 Note: The timecodes are kinda screwy on this one, since I had to move some stuff around to make conversations flow better. Just ignore it. [22:59:43] <Wackd> Alright so here we go. Bold first step into a post-Kirby world. [23:01:32] <Wackd> John Romita Sr. continuing the bold tradition of most facial expressions being completely fucking horrifying. I think Crystal's dislocated an eyeball.

[23:02:04] <MousaThe14> Wow... those are... definitely faces of surprise [23:02:27] <MousaThe14> That is Sue, right? She doesn’t... I dunno, I feel like she looks different [23:02:55] <Wackd> So, when last we left these guys, Magneto was trying to manipulate Namor into starting a war with the surface world. He was also covertly attacking NYC with Atlantean technology. [23:03:04] <maxwellelvis> The Fantastic Four have no noses. How do they smell? [23:03:35] <Wackd> Namor is not having any of this bullshit. [23:03:45] <Wackd> 1. He doesn't want any of his own people to die needlessly. [23:04:04] <Wackd> 2. He also doesn't want any of the surface dwellers to die needlessly. [23:04:14] <MousaThe14> He’s a grown up now [23:04:29] <MousaThe14> He Imperious Rexes responsibly [23:04:29] <Wackd> 3. It's starting to feel an awful lot like Magneto is calling the shots around here and you can imagine he's not thrilled about that. [23:04:37] <maxwellelvis> This represents a problem for Magneto, I expect, especially like that second point. [23:05:24] <Wackd> Meanwhile, in the Baxter, Reed is contacting the Pentagon, hoping to get a hold of the President to make sure he can keep him from doing anything rash. [23:05:49] <Wackd> And as we all know, if anyone behaves rationally and responsibly when he feels threatened, it's Richard Nixon. [23:06:41] <Wackd> BEN: "Nuts! The way our luck's been runnin' lately--he'll be out to lunch, and we'll end up with Spiro!" [23:06:44] <MousaThe14> Richard Nixon: a Man You Can Trust [23:06:58] <MousaThe14> ... Spiro? [23:07:03] <Wackd> Nixon's VP. [23:07:14] <Wackd> You might remember him being a headless body in Futurama. [23:07:40] <MousaThe14> Not even that [23:08:05] <MousaThe14> Kissinger is so much more famous I thought he was VP [23:08:06] <maxwellelvis> What exactly was Kissinger's position, again? [23:08:12] <maxwellelvis> Weird. [23:08:21] <Wackd> So, uh, naturally, the Pentagon isn't down with Plan "Sit Around And Wait for Reed Richards to Fix Everything". [23:08:39] <Wackd> Even though, traditionally, this is a pretty sound strategy! [23:08:48] <MousaThe14> Indeed [23:09:22] <Wackd> So Johnny has the brilliant idea to fly off and try to fight Namor off. [23:09:45] <MousaThe14> Ha ha ha, classic hot head Johnny [23:09:58] <MousaThe14> Brain the size of a walnut [23:10:33] <Wackd> Johnny normally has a way to fucking make his flames cool enough that he can carry his girlfriend around and stuff! It's bullshit, but it's CONSISTENT bullshit, there's LITERALLY nothing stopping Johnny from just leaving.

[23:11:16] <Wackd> ...wait, aren't Johnny and Reed's suits made of the same stuff? Unstable molecules! Even if Johnny didn't have his bullshit "cold fire" or whatever Reed would be fine! [23:11:24] <Wackd> Go make dumb decisions, Johnny! Be freeeeeeee [23:11:30] <maxwellelvis> Reed isn't wearing a mask. [23:11:44] <Wackd> ...uh, no, he isn't? [23:11:49] <Wackd> Is that...relevant somehow? [23:11:50] <maxwellelvis> Exactly. [23:12:00] <maxwellelvis> Meaning it isn't covered. [23:12:06] <maxwellelvis> Meaning it isn't fireproof. [23:12:13] <Wackd> But Reed isn't grabbing Johnny with his FACE. [23:12:21] <Wackd> He's using his ARMS. He's wearing GLOVES. [23:12:21] <maxwellelvis> But he can shoot flames [23:12:50] <Wackd> Yes but that's at will! Is Johnny afraid he's going to accidentally fire flames at Reed's face from like twenty feet away? [23:15:23] <MousaThe14> They’re made of the same stuff but they’re adapted differently [23:15:44] <MousaThe14> The unstable molecules are bonded to a specific type of structure based on prolonged exposure [23:15:45] <Wackd> I guess that's fair. My complaint about Johnny's bullshit cold fire stands, though. [23:16:02] <MousaThe14> Oh yeah, of course, cold fire is stupid [23:16:14] <Wackd> No, the fact that Johnny suddenly doesn't have it is stupid. [23:16:15] <MousaThe14> So are flame lassos, for the record [23:16:17] <Wackd> I mean yes, but. [23:16:23] <Wackd> You get my point. [23:16:27] <MousaThe14> Yes I do [23:16:40] <MousaThe14> Consistency is for other comic writers [23:18:30] <Wackd> So like as we edge into the end of the Stan Lee years, I want to note some improvements. Because the guy, rightly, gets a lot of shit for being sexist, but towards the end here we see him start to change a little. Like, the idea that Sue would 1. be useful in a fight and 2. isn't being kept out of danger but is given the option to join the fight later are both things we would've never seen in the early 60s.

[23:19:32] <Wackd> Is it still bullshit that Sue's the one being sent to deliver Franklin upstate, when Ben's an ace pilot and Johnny can friggin fly? Of course it is. But it's less bullshit than most of the indignity Sue's suffered. [23:20:24] <Wackd> And the fact that Crystal consistently kicks some serious ass without being condescended to (except that one time) counterbalances things a little. [23:22:17] <Wackd> OH C'MON, STAN, I WAS BEING NICE! WHY MUST YOU ALWAYS MAKE ME REGRET BEING NICE?

[23:22:51] <Wackd> This isn't me doing shtick for the record! I legit hadn't seen this panel when I gave Stan that pat on the back! [23:23:51] <Wackd> I mean okay fine, 1. he's claiming manning the comms is actually important and 2. Crystal's not buying it. NEVERTHELESS COME THE FUCK ON

[23:24:53] <Wackd> "I can see eternity and the end of all things, mommy"

[23:25:05] <Phantomwoman> why must you be like this Stan [23:25:20] <Phantomwoman> oh I blame the lack of colour in the irises [23:25:35] <Phantomwoman> also the fact they don't know how to draw children [23:25:49] <Wackd> He's got such DEFINED cheekbones. [23:25:52] <maxwellelvis> Wackd: "IT'S NOT PRETTY!" [23:26:18] <Wackd> Reed, off of Johnny/Ben banter: "Quit clowning, you two! This may be our most fateful mission!" [23:26:35] <Wackd> uh reed you literally once stopped the earth from being eaten by threatening to blow up the universe [23:26:38] <Wackd> but okay [23:27:13] <MousaThe14>  Reed has no sense of scale [23:28:10] <Wackd> So. Reed, Johnny, and Ben are heading towards Namor, and Magneto fires a missile at them without Namor's permission. [23:28:23] <MousaThe14> Which is strange for a scientist to not have [23:28:32] <Wackd> Namor flies out to stop the thing and Johnny assumes Namor must be GUIDING it, because okay. [23:28:48] <MousaThe14> Brain the size of a peanut [23:29:27] <Wackd> "I COMMAND YOU ALL...TO *DAB*! MWAHAHAHA!"

[23:29:57] <maxwellelvis> I think that's the Flop [23:30:12] <Wackd> So, Reed successfully counterfired the missile, but it knocked Namor out. [23:30:53] <maxwellelvis> Why do I get the feeling this is leading to more WaCkY mIsUnDeRsTaNdInGs? [23:31:02] <MousaThe14> My god, Magnetism being used for magneting things [23:31:28] <MousaThe14> Wacky misunderstandings are the bread and butter for soap operas aka Stan Style [23:31:49] <Wackd> "I cannot delay, Mrs. Harkness! I have to join my husband!" "Yes, dear, I know." "You--know?"

[23:33:15] <Wackd> "Yes, some day she will know. Know about the three-headed wolf that will devour the moon, and the rivers of blood, and the shattering of the Earth like a raw egg." "What was that, dear boy?" "Googoo gaga." [23:33:21] <MousaThe14> ....? Did she not know they were superheroes? [23:33:37] <Wackd> Yeah I mean I was assuming she was just watching the news. [23:33:45] <Wackd> But nah she's got, like, hidden knowledge I guess. [23:33:54] <maxwellelvis> She'd have to be PRETTY thick to not think that with their uniforms and Ben being a rockmonsterman [23:34:06] <maxwellelvis> I don't think Agatha has a television. [23:34:39] <Wackd> So Sue flies back to to the fight and NATURALLY MAGNETO IMMEDIATELY DESTROYS HER SHIP, KNOCKS HER OUT, AND HOLDS HER HOSTAGE. [23:34:40] <MousaThe14> It’s not fair for her to judge that he’s a superhero, for all she knew Ben could’ve just had a horrendously malforming skin condition [23:35:04] <MousaThe14> You can’t assume being hideously misshapen means you’re a superhero [23:35:12] <MousaThe14> ... God dammit Stan [23:35:17] <maxwellelvis> She's a 400 year old witch, I think she'd have some way of knowing who her new clients are. [23:35:19] <MousaThe14> You had Sue rush off to be a superhero [23:35:25] <MousaThe14> You were doing so well [23:35:31] <MousaThe14> For like ten second [23:35:31] <Wackd> I could've done the "Stan's improving!" shpiel so many other issues! When Sue erected that giant force field around the Latverian rebels! When Crystal kicked the ass of hundreds of killer robots single-handedly! [23:35:46] <Wackd> But NOOOOOOO I HAD to do it THIS ISSUE. [23:36:03] <Wackd> *siiiiiiiiiigh* [23:36:07] <MousaThe14> Old habits die hard [23:36:20] <Wackd> Oh and of course given that Stan's only doing the dialogue I gotta give John Romita Sr. some shit for this as well. [23:36:22] <MousaThe14> Progression isn’t s straight line, it’s usually a curvy zigzag [23:36:36] <Wackd> He decided not to draw Crystal into the fight scenes, he decided to draw Sue getting kidnapped. [23:36:46] <MousaThe14> Also true [23:37:10] <Wackd> At least when Kirby was around Stan had to jump through hoops to make his bullshit play. Randomly insert Reed ordering Sue to do the awesome shit she occasionally did. [23:37:25] <MousaThe14> The Marvel Method: “We’re ALL To Blame!” [23:38:13] <MousaThe14> Stan and Jack had that kind of relationship, John Sr’s here to work [23:39:18] <Wackd> Speaking of Kirby, Romita's been inserting some Kirbyisms into his art, mostly in the form of needlessly complex machinery. Here, I think, he demonstrates a fundamental misunderstanding of what Kirby dots are for.

[23:39:29] <MousaThe14> They were loathsome besties, their greatest enemy, wouldn’t make comics any other way, until they did decide to make comics any other way because it turned out the other guy was a pain in the patella [23:40:01] <maxwellelvis> Romita had worked with Stan in the past, too. [23:40:07] <maxwellelvis> For several years at this point. [23:40:09] <Wackd> Like, I feel like Ben making a whirlpool with raw strength isn't really a Kirby dot kinda situation? But eh. I dunno if Kirby himself was ever that specific about it, so. [23:40:14] <MousaThe14> ... Can Ben do that? [23:40:30] <MousaThe14> I mean technically he can because he’s doing it not but uh [23:40:31] <Wackd> Ben can do whatever honestly. Any caps on his strength have always been kinda bullshit. [23:40:35] <maxwellelvis> Romita had had a long run on Spider-Man, I think it was still ongoing when he was drawing this? [23:40:54] <maxwellelvis> I thought the only cap on his strength was "Not as strong as the Hulk" [23:41:05] <Wackd> Yeah but that's, like. [23:41:07] <Wackd> Infinity minus one. [23:41:26] <MousaThe14> Maybe it’s because I’m me but I always feel like there’s gotta be an upper limit just based on what or who you are [23:41:28] <maxwellelvis> But to balance that out, he's faster, smarter, and more skilled. [23:41:47] <Wackd> Honestly, the fact that the Hulk is always having pissing matches with THOR is a good illustration of what kind of hole the Four have left in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. [23:42:22] <maxwellelvis> Well, that's actually been a thing in Marvel since LONG before the MCU was even a twinkle in Avi Arad's eye. [23:42:32] <Wackd> Sure, but, like. [23:42:40] <Wackd> The BIG contest has always been between Ben and Hulk. [23:42:42] <Wackd> We all know this. [23:42:51] <MousaThe14> Oh yeah obviously [23:43:07] <Wackd> Like, for Ben it's PERSONAL. [23:43:28] <MousaThe14> Hulk is the closest thing to a human man that Ben can punch. [23:43:34] <Wackd> So he loses pretty handily. [23:43:39] <MousaThe14> They have to escalate Hulk to get on Thor’s level [23:44:16] <Wackd> Yeah no the thing about Thor vs Hulk is that it's always been kinda dumb. Hulk has incredible strength but he's still just a mortal. [23:44:27] <Wackd> Whereas Ben and Hulk, in theory, always have a level playing field. [23:44:32] <MousaThe14> Exactly [23:45:06] <maxwellelvis> That's why they always have something about Hulk, like how his strength rises as he gets angrier, and his inhumanly fast healing. [23:45:32] <maxwellelvis> Also Ben can't do that superjump the Hulk can do. [23:43:24] <Wackd> So, Namor/Thing fight. Here's a clever thing I never woulda considered: water pressure's not great for Ben! [23:44:56] <Wackd> So Namor leaves Ben to drown so he can go back to his ship, which Magneto has hijacked. [23:44:11] <MousaThe14> Yeah fair enough, Underwater is underwater no matter why you’re made of [23:45:10] <Wackd> But before Namor can act on that, Johnny's on his tail. [23:45:35] <MousaThe14> Leave to drown but also even if Namor was inclined to save him, what was he going to do, drag Ben to shore? [23:45:52] <Wackd> Or to, y'know. [23:45:52] <maxwellelvis> There's a part in the Two-In-One Annual where Ben grumbles about this. [23:45:57] <Wackd> The ship Reed and Johnny are flying around in. [23:46:05] <Wackd> That'd be good. [23:46:23] <Wackd> Ben maybe you shoulda thought of this before you wisecracked underwater.

[23:46:27] <MousaThe14> I guess I’m underestimating Namor’s lifting power [23:46:57] <Wackd> Namor apparently just kind of assumes Ben can breath underwater, since he's superhuman. [23:47:21] <MousaThe14> I can sort of buy that if one assumes Ben is rock all the way through [23:47:30] <Wackd> ...it's kind of weird that Reed, when stretched, has seemingly infinite tensile strength. Like, I just thought of this. That's weird, right? [23:47:44] <MousaThe14> And what would Namor about Ben’s biology? [23:47:49] <Wackd> Like, he's not a shapeshifter, he's just got kind of a rubbery thing going on. [23:47:50] <MousaThe14> It is weird [23:48:13] <Wackd> If he can haul Ben's entire weight up from under god knows how much water pressure...is...is Reed STRONGER THAN BEN? [23:48:19] <MousaThe14> Yeah? I always thought it was unusual, I had always thought Reed shouldn’t be, you know, like Plastic Man [23:48:38] <MousaThe14> Technically, yes he would be [23:48:55] <MousaThe14> I mean, he’s not tearing or straining at all [23:49:18] <MousaThe14> Which is weird considering there’s supposed to be a “Reed losing his powers” subplot going on long term [23:49:30] <maxwellelvis> There is? [23:49:43] <Wackd> Not during these issues, surely? [23:49:57] <Wackd> I would've noticed! I'm pretty attentive in these specific circumstances! [23:50:18] <MousaThe14> Maybe I’m too early, but I know that there’s supposed to be, like, occasional instances where Reed starts having trouble with his abilities [23:50:32] <Wackd> He shouldn't worry about it. Four out of five men-- [23:50:41] <MousaThe14_> Heheheheheh [23:50:44] <Wackd> --have trouble getting soft. [23:51:27] <MousaThe14> In a way, yes, he sort of gets stiff and stuff, I think it’s implied to be aging [23:51:42] <MousaThe14> But I guess that starts in the next author’s time [23:51:44] <maxwellelvis> Poor Stretch Armstrong [23:51:52] <MousaThe14_> Roy Thomas, right? [23:52:04] <Wackd> We're not on Thomas for another...year, I think? [23:49:30] <Wackd> So Reed, Johnny, and Ben manage to restrain Namor, but release him when they find out Magneto's involved. [23:51:47] <Wackd> "How did THAT happen?" "Bad writing? Off-panel plot contrivance? Rampant sexism that will go unaddressed in the industry and indeed all of society for decades to come?"

[23:52:04] <MousaThe14> Lady who now? [23:52:15] <Wackd> Namor's on-again-off-again betrothed. [23:52:29] <maxwellelvis> Dorma, Namor's beloved who, I think the last time we saw her, tried to murder Sue out of jealousy? [23:52:30] <MousaThe14> She’s.... blue. [23:52:30] <Wackd> She's got a habit of leaving him or starting coups when she thinks he's going soft. [23:52:40] <maxwellelvis> All Atlanteans are blue. [23:52:43] <Wackd> Yeah most Atlanteans are. Namor's half-human is all. [23:52:44] <maxwellelvis> They're fish people. [23:52:45] <MousaThe14> Well at least she’s ambitious [23:52:49] <Wackd> Namor McKenzie. [23:52:54] <MousaThe14> Heheheheh [23:53:15] <MousaThe14> Still can’t believe he’s McKenzie. So unexpected [23:53:46] <MousaThe14> But yeah, I suppose having a GF that keeps you on your toes is something a hard head like Namor needs [23:53:50] <maxwellelvis> His father was, I think, a sea captain, who wound up falling in love with Namor's mother when she tried to infiltrate his ship or something. [23:54:25] <MousaThe14_> I mean, come on, tell me he isn’t the sort that needs his SO to betray him on occasion just to keep the job and relationship interesting [23:53:39] <Wackd> So, Reed and Namor need to decide what to do, and that's our cliffhanger. [23:54:21] <Wackd> Stop treating women like the possessions of their husbands, Johnny. Especially your sister. Gross.

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Beauty Advice That You Can Actually Use

TIP! Prior to applying an artificial tan, exfoliate your skin. This helps smooth your skin.

There was a time when beauty tips only concerned women who were past a certain age. Today, however, all women, and even some men, are understanding how important this topic can be. Looking great is more than just lucky genetics. Using these suggestions, and you can obtain fabulous results.

TIP! Exfoliation is excellent for your face! Exfoliation is a great technique to use in order to reveal the healthy skin layers that are hiding underneath the visible skin. If you have sensitive skin, you may not want to exfoliate every day, but you should still at least try to do it once or twice a week.

Vaseline is great for your feet. This will leave your feet feeling as soft and taut as they do after getting a professional pedicure! Using this technique routinely every single night will ensure you don’t forget to do it. To avoid staining your sheets, put socks on right after applying Vaseline.

TIP! Symmetry is the key to beauty. If you want to appear more beautiful, do what you can to maintain this symmetry.

Buy yourself a good eyelash curler. Many people fail to realize how much better their eyelashes look with the use of a good eyelash curler. Curled eyelashes create the illusion of bigger, more alert eyes. You can also buy a heated curler which supposedly keep your eyelashes curled for a longer amount of time.

TIP! Rather than shelling out big money for a brand name facial moisturizer try using coconut oil instead. Coconut oil has an easier time penetrating deep into your skin and giving you that moisture you need, while also getting rid of those wrinkles and fine lines.

Always moisturize your face before applying any makeup. Not only do moisturizers help the health of your skin, they assist your makeup in having an even distribution and application. Without a moisturizer, your makeup could appear to be blotchy. Your makeup will stay on longer and you will look fresher.

TIP! If you want better skin, brush your skin before you shower. Do the brushing using a circular motion from the bottom up, and then shower gently with soap.

Sharpen your eyeliner and lip liner on a regular basis. By keeping them sharpened, they will be clean and ready to use. If you tend to break your eyeliners when you sharpen them, try placing them in the fridge for a few minutes.

TIP! Do you want to draw attention to your eyes? Waterproof mascara that lengthens lashes will give you more volume. There are a ton of mascara products out there, and many of them now claim that they can add length and curl to your lashes.

Is your nailpolish chipping off too frequently? Consider using a top coat which maintains their shine and gloss for a full week. Do not mix this up with your usual clear nail polish. Although you may not think there’s much of a difference between the two, there is. When you purchase, be sure to look for a label that says “top coat.”

TIP! A great way to switch up your beauty routine and add a little spark to your makeup is to use shimmer eye shadow. Shimmer eye shadow will give your eyes a glittery appearance and also help them look brighter! Use a shimmer that is similar to your skin tone.

Want to hide those blemishes? Pick up a pink lipstick! A warm pink shade compliments every skin tone so the attention will be on your lips rather than the flaw. If you use a quality concealer, and allow your lips to really stand out, your acne will be much less noticeable.

Peppermint Oil

TIP! Sunscreen is required in order to maintain great looking skin. Some people only apply sunscreen during the summer, but if you are going to stave off wrinkles, you need to apply it year-round.

Create an alcohol free, all natural mouthwash by mixing peppermint oil with purified water. Add a single drop of peppermint oil for each ounce of water used. To start, bring the water to a boil. Measure out the peppermint oil into a ceramic or glass container. Pour in the boiling water. Cover the container with a clean cloth (i.e. a handkerchief) and allow to cool. Pour the final mixture into a bottle. Make sure the bottle can be tightly closed. Now you have mouthwash!

TIP! Avoid conditioner if your hair is fine. Conditioning twice a week is probably plenty.

Get more beautiful skin by drinking fruit juice. Fruits and vegetables as we all know are good for are overall health, but did you know they are also good for your skin? Drinking fruit juices is a simple way to get your servings of fruit. By eliminating your typical sweet drinks and replacing them with this juice, you’ll notice glowing skin almost immediately.

TIP! Use liquid eyeliner to make your eye line more dramatic. You can have fun and experiment with this tool.

If you are really concerned about your beauty care, avoid caffeine at all costs. Too much caffeine can have you looking older than you really are, more tired than you really feel and give you a jittery feeling. Limit your intake of coffee and tea to one cup each day. Drinking decaffeinated coffee or quality green tea is smarter than consuming some of the more popular beverages.

TIP! Fashion models are not your competition when it comes to measuring your own beauty. You shouldn’t judge yourself based on their looks, but instead on your own efforts.

Beauty is more than luck. You can enhance your beauty if you put some effort into it. When a man or woman uses the methods described in this article, they will look their best. Hopefully, the advice in this article taught you a thing or two about beauty.