#anastasia core

[cryinglookingatsoulages]

go to pinterest and search your name + core and post six pictures you find! tag six people if you want ✨

@myrrrhis thanks for tagging me 🤍

i’m tagging @swampthingking @grieving4theliving @miseria-fortes-viros @lizpaige @silverpaintedstars @castrotophic

[pinkgirlgems]

my coquette princess before realizing she was my coquette princess✨

[tigreblvnc]

Michael Kaiser, Dimitri, Nick Wilde, Loid Forger, Crime and Punishment and Nikola Tesla.

The fact that I'm a whole book :) Fyodor Dostoevsky isn't a Pokemon from Bungo Stray Dogs? And what is this book about?

[sluzy]

me. going to cosmetology school soon!!

[dogsrotten]

@painfools continued from here ,

she doesn’t make a move , doesn’t say a word but you can see it in her eyes — the betrayal ( for herself ) , the embarrassment . all confidence leaves her in that moment , stuck in time as lesser parts but no words come out . she swallows . “so this really was all just a game to you , is that it ?”

[allaboutcinderella]

Can we all just agree they were the Tremaines this season? 🩷💚

Bridgerton: The Featheringtons

[yummymummy864]

me core

[suckaysuamigos200]

para el día 7 de Juneforest hoy le toca a amor en el bosque

para este día decidí dibujar a bodoque quién mientras paseaba en el bosque se encontró con Anastasia y él sintió algo por ella (antes de que lo digan sí me gusta el bodoque x Anastasia) 🐇❤️🐰.

🎀💗いのき .｡.:*⭐️(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و⭐️ ଘ(੭˃ᴗ˂)੭ 🐈

for day 7 of Juneforest today it's love's turn in the forest

For this day I decided to draw Bodoque who, while walking in the forest, met Anastasia and he felt something for her (before they say it, I do like Bodoque x Anastasia) 🐇❤️🐰.

[dolls-self-ships]

HIII i just wanna say that ur mario oc is so pretty :)) Do you mind telling us more about her and her backstory maybe??

first off, thank you so much!! I’m glad you think so ^^ and second off, I would love to!

So, for her backstory, it’s a bit muddled and blurry (a bit like Peaches but even more so lol), but as far as Callie knows, she’s also an Italian-American girl, nothing special. However, one day when the boys are exploring one of the kingdoms (again idk which one yet there’s so many in the Mario world and I’m still catching up on the lore 😭) they find a large mural that looks.. awfully similar to someone they know. They realize it looks exactly like Callie and of course, freak out, thinking it must mean something and that they need to bring her to the Mushroom Kingdom and ask Peach about it right now.

So, when they do, Callie thinks they’re both crazy of course, cue the Anastasia esc. plot of a plucky redhead being towed along by two men telling her she’s a princess.

But when she gets there and sees the mural she is absolutely floored, it does look an awful lot like her.. but to her it had to be a coincidence.

I think like Peach, she has mixed origins of potentially also being born from a star but looking like a human and ending up in the wrong world except it’s backwards where instead of ending up in the Mushrooms Kingdoms world, she ends up in Mario and Luigi’s.

But, it is eventually confirmed that she is, in fact, a lost princess of a kingdom in Peach’s world, and Callie is in disbelief because that’s so much responsibility all of a sudden completely put on her???? Mama mia.

But yee I love a lost princess plot so I thought this would be a good opportunity for that 😘👍🏻

[hazeltailofficial]

VALENTINE'S DAY FLASHBACK

Anastasia Beverly Hills Norvina Pro Pigment Palette Vol 5

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[likeafairytale]

(insp)

[broadway-shenanigans]

He is me and I am him

hello darkness, my old friend, i’ve come to talk with you again….

[euterpesflute]

teaching the runaway princess how to cook | crackling fire 7hrs

“just because i’m helping you doesn’t mean that i believe you.” you poke through the ash, stirring up the sparks to get the fresh kindling to catch. “but whatever your actual situation is, princess, you clearly need a job. and we need the extra hands, so look. are you watching this part? you’ll need to know how to get the fire going if you’re going to be helping out in the kitchen. even if you end up as a maid, you’ll need to know.” you turn back to see if she’s paying attention.

her eyes are focused intensely on the growing fire. she studies the flame with a seriousness that takes you by surprise. in the light of the fire, you can admit that maybe there is something regal in her appearance. the slope of her nose. the curve of her cheek. she turns that studious gaze up to you, catching you off guard.

“i will remember this kindness,” she assures, and you feel something go a little funny in your gut. you guess that if you had this effect on people, maybe you too could’ve made it as far along as she has without learning any practical skills. you shift your eyes away, clearing your throat.

“alright, then. as long as you also remember what i’m going to show you next with this frying pan.”

beim pfannenkuchen-backen - julius schrag c.1912

[elenavladimirovnaroslyakova]

[realprissygirl]

The 2010s Black Barbie Look

a deep dive on one of my fav sub styles ever. this aesthetic takes from the 2010s baddie, swag movement, and a lingering hyperfemininity from the 2000s that soon was obliterated by most brands a few years later. i’ve always been into this look as i was the intended audience. a teenage black girl in high school when this look took off.

the vibe ❤︎︎

“everyone was a barb. victoria’s secret was the go to place to shop on fridays after school. you were the cool girl if you had more than four beauty rush glosses. the scent of love spell filled your bedroom.”

biggest influencers

aaliyah jay

ella bandz

asian doll

cuban doll

nicki minaj

blac chyna

india love

kash doll

molly brazy

dream doll

shannade and shannon clermont

rico nasty

pattyeffinmayo

bali baby

color palette ❤︎︎

+ neon yellow/green, pinky purple

pink of course! very girly and femme. but a much wider range of shades vs today. there was a huge boom in neons too. (this tracks back to the return of the 80s/90s fashion elements) (i remember having this lime green PINK quarter zip that i loved so so much). also gray was a super popular accent color for fashion and interior. zebra print decor was a staple (seen in aaliyahjay’s and ellabandz’ bedrooms) because vs pink was so big, the white on hot pink polka dot pattern was seen everywhere from clothing to needing to girls decorating their rooms with VS PINK bags.

the staples ❤︎︎

fashion

aurora borealis swarovski crystal details

PINK

crop tops

fuzzy tops

heather gray

neon leopard print

white on pink polka dots

sequins

bamboo earrings

pink mcm bags

MICHAEL KORS EVERYTHING

ugg and bearpaw fur boots

juicy couture backpacks

pink timberland boots

beauty

mac cosmetics

anastasia beverly hills eyeshadow

eye glitter

cut creases

glued on rhinestones

colourpop ultra matte lippies

pale pink lippies

anastasia beverly hills dip brow

glitter gloss

mega volume bundles

too faced chocolate bar eyeshadow palette collection

deep side part sew ins

artist couture loose highlight

blinding highlighter

gigantic messy buns

sleek ponytails with swoop details

nyx soft matte lip cream

victoria’s secret beauty rush lip gloss

blonde blow outs

“coffin” nails

pink nails

blonde hair and dark roots

tartelette palette

poppin hoez lip gloss

essentials

hello kitty accessories like phone cases

3d phone cases

phone cases with sassy phrases

luxe addiction cases

fur keychains

pink beats

kendra’s boutique hair barb tools

iphone glitter skins

rose gold iphone

perfume bottle phone cases

fragrance

nicki minaj fragrances

victoria’s secret pink mists

paris hilton fragrances

ariana grande fragrances

versace bright crystal

core elements ❤︎︎

2010s black baddie aesthetic but hyper pink and girly, like the 24 year old baddie’s teenage sister

the omg girlz

harajuku barbie culture

bad girls club

the rise of the rapper gf archetype

nicki minaj’s transition from harajuku barbie to onika

the influx of “doll” female rappers

stripper influencers

[oceanreveuse]

𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗵𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲, 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗮 𝗸𝗲𝗶.

◟sub!tsukishima, dom!reader - or at least top!reader, petnames/nicknames (baby, tsukki), praise, orgasm denial (that’s heia’s fault), persistent moody tsukishima lands himself in a spider’s web (metaphorically), riding, reader is shorter than tsukishima, not proofread. ◟ anastasia's footnote : my first repost from my old writing blog… ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

the tallest guy in your class just happened to be the most persistent, stubborn asshole ever - you wonder if that’s where his height comes from, it’s just keeping all of that attitude contained to some glasses-wearing beanstalk. seriously, he should shrink a little. unfortunately for TSUKISHIMA, you just happened to be the doe-eyed sweetheart of the class everyone fawns over and as much as he was sick of hearing yamaguchi go on about you, he was falling under your spell too.

rain isn’t unusual around this time of year in miyagi, especially on days where you just so happened to forget your umbrella. tsukishima finds you with a light scowl on your face, staring out at the downpour. that persistent attitude comes out as he stands beside you, refusing to look down at you as he uncharacteristically offers — no, he states, that he’ll walk you home, “just get under my umbrella, dumbass. maybe if you spent less time daydreaming, you’d remember yours.”

no matter how much you refuse, waving him off, the blond is stubborn, maybe too stubborn. you can’t see his eyes behind the reflection of his glasses but if you could, you’d see the way his gaze trails down to your skirt and those knee high socks, edging at the absolute territory between them where your bare skin shows. he thinks he has you wrapped around his finger easily when you finally agree, shuffling awkwardly under the umbrella. tsukishima uses his height at an advantage as he holds the umbrella over the pair of you.

it’s awkward, silent for almost the entire way to your house. you curse under your breath at the waver of the precious shelter above you, the strong winds breaking it mere seconds later. ah. you couldn’t have wished for more things to do home when the downpour soaks you to the core, sending your blouse transparent and suddenly tsukishima can see that lacey bra underneath, a lump in his throat as you pick up the pace back to your place.

suddenly, you’re the persistent one, a sharp change from the angel of the classroom tsukishima was used to everyone doting on. your smile is innocent, coaxing him as you usher softly while the hot water fills into the small bathtub, “we’ll get sick if not, i’ll put your uniform in the dryer too.” tsukishima doesn’t forget how insistent you are to share the bath, ‘saving water’ in your words.

it’s more than difficult for him when he agrees, relaxing momentarily in the hug of hot water before you’re straddling his lap and it becomes a lot hotter. his glasses are discarded elsewhere in the small bathroom, his vision momentarily blurry but you’re close enough that he can make you out. tsukishima isn’t sure where to place his hands, faltering as he lets out an exhale and finally settles for lowering his hands beneath the surface and sitting them on your hips.

the scenario is unexpected and intimate, the way you rest your head on his shoulder as if you’re sleepy - you’re actually listening to the way his heart can’t stop racing. your chest pressed up against his, your sweet cunt barely a few inches away from his cock that keeps stirring ever-so-slightly at the circumstwnces. the water laps at your bodies, trickling down from your soaked hair into the folds and crevices of your flesh.

you’re not a fool, tsukishima can call you stupid all he likes but he knows you’re not actually an idiot - unlike kageyama or hinata. he knows you’re aware of his ongoing problem, the way he’s twitching and brushing against your inner thigh. he wishes he could read your mind when your hand reaches between your bodies, guiding his cock into your tight heat and eliciting a sharp hiss from his lips, his head thrown back against the edge of the bath.

tsukishima’s fingertips dig into your plush flesh, carving half moons from his nails as he exhales very shakily. the way your walls squeeze him, sinking down along his shaft is exactly how he imagined it during all those nights of pumping his fist up and down in desperate attempts to picture you above him, taking away all the stress of volleyball practice.

“be as loud as you want,” you coo into his ear, hot breath fanning over his skin as he tries to swallow. he’s blinking long eyelashes up at you, the way they frame his eyes hypnotising, “nobody else is home.”

his eyesight is too blurry to catch the ever so smug look on your face, breathy moans escaping against his neck as you rock your hips back and forth, back and forth. he falls apart so quick - this is much better than his fist, it’s luring him further and further under the water like a siren’s call. his whimpers drown out the sloshing of water against the side of the bathtub, panting for breath while you nip and suck at the pale skin of his neck, littering him in your own personal art.

“good boy, you’re being such a good boy,” you sigh, unable to stop a moan as he bucks his hips up to meet yours, choking on your noises momentarily. your nails dig into his shoulder for stability, raising your head to witness the flushed face of the proud middle blocker, his cheeks hot to the touch, “someone’s eager… you’re doing so well.”

tsukishima takes the praise and runs with it — good boy, you called him a good boy. god, he needs that committed to memory, he needs to hear you say it again as he swallows the lump in his throat and whines out, “please- please don’t stop- feels so good—”

who are you to deny as you circle your hips, huffing out a curse that tsukishima doesn’t miss above his strangled moans? his pretty lips are parted and you just can’t help yourself, cupping his jaw and pressing your thumb to his lower lip. tsukishima has always given you the vibe of a brat, unable to hide his attitude from the rest of the class that he sneers down on but the second he’s presented with your thumb, he’s sucking it into the wet cavern of his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.

now his moans are muffled but you’re staring contently into hazy eyes that are staring right back, regardless of how well he can see you. tsukishima knows damn well that you look so fucking beautiful right now, just like how he’s always imagined you above him. he prays that he gets another chance at this, one where he’s able to wear his glasses and see you in all your glory as you bounce on his cock, quiet mewls escaping your lips.

“do you want to finish, baby?” you mumble, tilting your head as he nods a little on your digit, eager and desperate to chase that high, the one he’s daydreamed about when he’s sneakily watched you in class, his pants insufferably tight. he thinks he was sneaky, at least but the way you’re rocking and sliding wet breasts against his chest, he’s starting to think you saw through him the whole time.

suddenly, just as his balls tighten and he’s gripping you tighter - an orchestrated symphony of muffled moans erupting from his chest, you’re pulling your hips off him, his high torn from him as he finally pulls off your thumb to pant, crying out.

you smile wickedly, your drool coated thumb tracing down from his lips to his jaw to one of those sensitive perked nipples to draw out another pathetic whine, “you’ll get your chance, tsukki. good boys get rewards… i don’t want to waste a drop in the water.”

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