#bless brow mascaras

[reginrokkr]

One day I might make a somehow extensive headcanon about Jinhsi's self-care in terms of beauty, until then... While browsing through some moodboards, I've come with the thought that while she doesn't use make-up, she would to make her brows stand out more in moments when she wants to experiment with a different hairstyle that includes her bangs. If anything because white brows almost blend with equally pale skin to the point where it almost feels like they're inexistent when it's not the case.

[luveline]

hiii can you possibly write a poly!marauders x reader who is way too much like sirius 😭 i’m so so so similar to him it’s literally scary and we have the same birthday too??? same everything it’s crazy i think it would be so funny to watch them navigate through Two siriuses 😭

thank you for your request <3 fem!reader

Remus has been in love with Sirius since they were fourteen years old, so falling for you was easy. It was practically already done. 

You’re sitting by the window with a tape player in your lap and headphones over your ears. Pretty mouth turned down, eyes lined with a smudged kohl, you look lovely when you sulk. Remus can’t stand to leave you alone. 

He gives you a moment's peace, of course, but with James and Sirius entangled in a dinner-making argument and nothing left to do, he’s almost forced to sit beside you in the window seat. There isn’t much room, bless, but you don’t argue, leaning back into his arm and continuing your staring out the window. 

��You okay?” he asks. He knows the music isn’t too loud. You loathe being snuck up on. 

“Am I okay?” you ask, turning your head gently to the side, meeting his eyes through the fence of your lashes. Mascara lengthens them, has their ends kissing your brow as you widen your eyes slowly, playfully. 

“Sitting all by yourself.” 

“I’m not,” you say, the corners of your lips curling into a pleased half-smirk. You’ve too much affection about you to be truly smug. 

“But you were.” He moves the headphones off of your ears slowly. 

It’s a good thing Remus is such a flirt. You’d be hard to keep up with otherwise. He does wonder how James survives it; you and Sirius will flirt brazenly, almost darkly, a seduction in the smallest of things. Picking lint off of his shirt, wiping coffee foam from his lip. And Remus is quieter, not as shy as some might think him but without the darling charm (well, unless he wants it). 

You hold his gaze. “I knew you’d come and keep me company, Remus… that’s what you’re doing, right?” 

He laughs in your face, which isn’t to stay he’s laughing at you. He just can’t not laugh. You’re nerve wracking and sweet and his to flirt with. Plus, you hear him laughing and the majority of your facade melts away as you laugh yourself, the tip of your nose bumping against his sleeve. “Jerk,” you say. 

You and Sirius are different in some ways, of course. Sirius can’t stand having air blown in his ear and you love it, shivering with delight as you curl into his arm. 

“Hello. What’s going on here?” 

James is climbing onto the window seat before either of you can tell him not to. There’s absolutely no room for him nor his muscly arms, his shirt getting caught on your knee and rising, an unreadable mess of limbs and fabric. A tan hand uses Remus as a lift. James straddles your lap, bringing his face up to smile at you lovingly. “Hello, lovely.” 

“James, this is rather selfish of you,” you say. “Me and Remus were having a cuddle.” 

“He had you all last night.” 

“That’s not true. Sirius shared me with him. I was like a cherry pit.” 

James makes a horrified, undignified shriek like you’ve jabbed him in the gut. “What the fuck.” 

“You know full well I didn’t, Jamie, on account of my being the big spoon to your little one.” Sirius arrives, and announces his disgust with a wrinkle of the nose. “I can’t believe I’ve just said that out loud. Domesticity is becoming too much.” 

James is a tall, tall guy, and he’s not skinny either. Remus gives up his seat before he’s pushed from it, and at least finds a new embrace in Sirius’ space, a hand behind his back, ringed fingers ghosting against his spine. 

“Aw, Remus, what are you doing? …Come back,” James whines. 

You laugh again. “You’ve stolen all the room.” 

“Can I be blamed?” 

Sirius wraps his arm around Remus' waist. One moment he’s being hugged, the next kissed, silky soft kisses pressed to his jaw as Sirius murmurs, “You could’ve stood your ground.” 

But then Sirius wouldn’t be kissing him.

“Forget him,” Sirius advises, his lips parting over a soft spot near threateningly. “Who needs him? You have me.” 

“It wasn’t like that!” James insists. “I just missed her when I was in the kitchen.” 

“And I missed you, Jamie,” you murmur. 

Sirius scoffs, to Remus’ delight. “What’s funny?” Sirius asks, pulling Remus’ head back by the hair, not rough or anything but intimate enough of a move that Remus probably has hearts for eyes as he answers. 

“She sounds exactly like you, you realise?” 

Sirius narrows his grey eyes. “Well, it’s not a bad way to sound.” 

Remus has had enough of him, really, the flirting is fun but he misses his boyfriend, especially if James is going to steal the cuddle with you Remus had been aiming for. “I want some herbal tea,” he says, sewing his arms over Sirius’ shoulders, as much love in his touch and gaze as he can possibly fit. “Do you want some? I’ll make it for us.” 

In the same moment, James is holding your cheek and asking what you’d like for dinner, whatever you want, honey, so close you can smell his aftershave lingering from the morning and the minty cherry hybrid smell of his favourite chewing gum. His weight rests on your hip. Remus can see you heating up from over Sirius’ sharp shoulder.

You and Sirius are also very alike in that you both fluster at being treated with care. Immediate melting. Cheeks hot to the touch. 

“I don’t mind, Jamie,” you mumble. 

“I’d love some,” Sirius says, ever so slightly hoarse. 

[francixoxoxo]

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Ballet seemed to be the only way for you.

Your feet were molded to fit into slippers, never mind if your toes were bruised and broken. You were gratefully blessed with thick hair, because years of updos would have thinned it to a rag-doll’s amount otherwise. You grew used to the dull ache of an empty stomach. Your body was made to be tugged and bent and manipulated without so much as a complaint, you were made to push every comfortable limit. You were born to sacrifice comfort for greatness.

Coriolanus had recognized that greatness since you were children. He saw that immense talent, as he sat in the very back of the theater in a seat you’d begged your director to provide. You’d been so young, at the first show you brought him to. Perhaps just twelve. But so, so magnetically beautiful.

The stage was your Eden, Coryo could tell from the start. The dainty way you moved, the way your brows pulled taught in an expression equally as emotional as the dance. He couldn’t peel his eyes off you, clearly the company could see that was the overwhelming sentiment because you got most of the lead parts. You were their prima ballerina, and you deserved every ounce of the praise for your bone-cracking work.

Coryo, even in your academy days together when he could hardly afford a half-decent tie, never came empty handed to your shows (which he seemed to always find a way to attend). He always had a bouquet of flowers for you, the bright tulips you adored or soft pink peonies to match your tutu. It was always worth it to see the way your eyes lit up.

It was needless to say that Coryo fell in love with the beautiful-souled, elegant ballerina. How could he not, after years of being so close to you?

Tigress and you were the ones to teach him how to dance for his first prom, his cousin not-so-discreetly recording Coryo learning to dance the lead with his “little girlfriend” in the Snows’ apartment. (Coriolanus had protested to that nickname, claiming you were a “friend who was a girl.”) He still remembered the feeling of your waist under his hand as you gracefully moved, stark contrast to himself. More embarrassingly he still remembered you and Tigress had both broken into giggles at Coryo’s unrelenting stiffness. He liked to think he was a better dancer now.

You’d been the one to walk with him to the library, if only to check out classical dance magazines into your backpack while he studied. You’d always leave early for ballet lessons. He knew you were a hard worker, dedicated to your craft. But Coryo hadn’t known the half of it.

Once, he recalled, you’d gone straight to the changing room instead of coming to greet your father or Coriolanus. He’d been puzzled, holding his bunch of white roses in the crook of his arm and asking the other dancers what’d happened. They’d only shrugged. So he might have snuck behind stage, confident that the rest of the ballerinas were still taking photos and chatting with family, and knocked on the changing room door.

“Yes?” Your voice rang out, croaky and raw. His heart had dropped at the sound.

“It’s just me. Can I come in?” Coryo called to you, his ear to the door. You shuffled around before opening the door yourself.

Just as he’d expected, your eyes were red and blotchy, mascara running. You’d taken out the comb in your hair but not the updo itself. Your tutu, though you’d been raised and reprimanded to take extreme care of the company’s accessory, was discarded on the floor beside your ballet slippers. As Coryo stared down at you, hips brows furrowing in concern, you stood in your pale pink leotard and snow-white tights. Through the sheer fabric he could see the bandages around your feet, scabs reopened and bleeding through the gauze to your tights.

You’d sniffled. “It’s fine. It wouldn’t show under the slippers.” As if that was his cause of worry. You stepped aside to let him into the dressing room, stiffly sitting himself down on a mauve chaise. He set the roses beside him.

“Are you all right?” Coryo cooed, watching you as you sat beside him. You pulled your knee to your chest with your foot on the upholstery.

You shook your head. “I made a mistake on my pirouette en dehors.” You wiped your eyes, spreading more mascara onto your cheeks. Coryo just stared, so you swallowed down the lump in your throat. And yet still your voice was meek and raw. “The spin. I ended it far too early, made a fool of myself. Nearly fell over, too!”

Coriolanus shook his head, watching you tear your updo down and shake out your hair with a roughness all too aggressive for his liking. He reached for your hand. “I thought you did amazing.”

“Because you don’t know ballet!” You bawled, your lips pulling in a grimace as more tears poured down your rosy cheeks. It was evil of Coryo to think, but he couldn’t deny you were pretty when you cried. “Oh, Coryo, I’ve never danced so sloppy in my life! And there was a critic in the house!”

He didn’t get it one bit. You were lovely. Every ballerina adored your kind nature or was jealous of your undeniable talent. You’d entranced him, mind, body and soul, with every move you made— on and off stage. He hadn’t realized how much effort it took to look, well, effortless.

It was then that Coriolanus realized just how hard you worked, just how much of your life ballet consumed. And he adored you more for it, as he folded you into his arms and promised you were a born star.

For years, you flourished. Your grace was unmatched, the emotion you could convey in the simplest of movements spoke volumes in a medium that used no words. You had the loving care and support of your father, your mother long gone. Coryo provided a kind of companionship that was invaluable. You were, with no exaggeration, a star.

When Coryo became a mentor for the Hunger Games, you saw him a bit less. It was all right, you supposed. You were busy too. Though, it did sting when he didn’t attend your ballet company’s performance of Appalachian Spring. The only show he had ever missed. After the news of his cheating in the Games and his relationship with Lucy Gray got out, it was only salt in the wound.

You weren’t sure why you expected letters from him when he was sent to the Districts. Life went on, you supposed. Even though you sorely missed seeing his face in the crowd, which seemed to only diminish.

The company was failing. They were holding on, grasping at straws, under the immense pressure of closing. That just about ripped your heart to shreds. And, as if the world was endlessly trying to knock you down, your father fell fatally ill. Dead within the month.

Ballet was the only way for you. But without your father’s support, and (though your family name had never been particularly prestigious) no social standing, other companies were reluctant to take you on. Your talent didn’t seem to matter in a world that revolved around social status.

With the ballet company’s sinking, so was your career. You saw yourself walking languidly towards a cliff, your mind in despair, your eyes witnessing where the road ended, yet your feet betraying you— It was hardly their fault. The finale of your passion, your life, was impending and inevitable.

The theatre was putting on A Midsummer Night’s Dream tonight. Coriolanus’ platinum blonde curls were still cropped, he rubbed a now-calloused hand over his head as he sat in the back row. It wasn’t difficult to score a seat anymore, perhaps now that his new internship with Dr. Gaul put some money in his pockets the cost of a ticket seemed less steep. Perhaps his memory served him wrong. Or, more likely, the prices had lowered exponentially.

Coriolanus was stone faced as he watched the stagnant red curtain, inoffensive music playing before the ballet began. He’d expected there to be as much of a turnout as there had been the last show he attended; but he could only count fifty-six people finding their seats. He couldn’t see your father, who he usually sat with, anywhere.

He paid it no mind. The moment the performance started, his icy blue eyes were focused solely on you. You could’ve been the only ballerina on stage, though the program in his lap said otherwise. You were a magnificent Hermia, as the program listed you were dancing.

Even after years of watching ballet, Coryo wasn’t very cultured in it. But any fool could see you looked utterly stunning in a pale pink, flowing dress to your calves with a gold-trimmed bust. Your tresses were done in an intricate updo, topped with a decorated comb. Watching you move, daintily and freely yet practiced— he forgot to breathe.

Coryo was entranced.

In Coryo’s lap he held a bouquet of hawthorn, purple hyacinths, pansy and bluebells— wrapped in white, tied off with a dainty, baby pink ribbon. It was rather beautiful, he’d taken care in which he chose, double-checking the meanings of the specific flowers with the florist. He knew you’d understand them, he recalled your raving about a secret language hidden in petals. He’d never been able to afford such an intricate bouquet for your previous shows.

Coriolanus wondered what you would think of him now, in a crisp white dress shirt, a simple black suit to let his red tie and coat pop. Those blonde curls you loved shaved down. Bearing expensive flowers. And in his pocket, a rose-gold bracelet dotted with diamonds.

Oh, he felt like a little boy again, admiring your radiance on stage, blue eyes round and glimmering with adoration. You were exuding passion, an overwhelming and raw talent.

When the final curtain drew, he set about finding you. It wasn’t how it had been when you were younger; ballerinas no longer took photos with family in their little pink tutus. He followed the masses to the lobby of the theatre, hanging by the grand door he knew you and the other dancers would come flooding from. In his red coat’s pocket he rubbed a thumb over the velvet jewelry box for you. The other hand clutched the bouquet, the flowers that bared every feeling.

None of the ballerinas that slipped from the backstage were you, to his dismay. For a moment he thought you might’ve slipped out a back door. Coryo still hadn’t seen your father, there wasn’t a point in coming to the front if he wasn’t attending. He leaned his back against the marble wall, frowning down at your flowers, until the door creaked open, and his azure eyes flicked up to see if the girl was you, and to his delight—

“Coryo?”

Oh, you hadn’t realized how large the hole he’d left in your heart gaped until Coryo was standing in front of you. Your Coryo.

“You’re here.” You must’ve sounded so silly. You certainly felt silly. You were already out of your costume, in a loose white sweater, soft and short pink skirt over black leggings. And here he was, in a sharp suit and tie, a gorgeous coat.. Stark contrast to the young boy who couldn’t scrape together a decent suit-jacket for your shows. The young boy who had filled out and chiseled into a man.

Coryo smiled softly down at you, eyes twinkling fondly. He offered the bouquet to you, his voice gentle and smooth as silk. “I’m here.” You took the bouquet absentmindedly, admiring it for a brief moment before shifting it to the crook over your elbow and turning your attention to Coriolanus again.

He looked so different, yet all the same. Those soft blue eyes slightly sharper but not any less attractive. His hair, Christ, that was the thing you couldn’t keep to yourself.

“Your hair!” You breathed, reaching up to push a dainty hand through his grown-out blonde buzzcut. It caught him a bit off guard, but he leaned his head down and chuckled.

“It’ll grow.” Coryo shrugged, letting your hand slip from his hair but not without grabbing it with his own. He leans down to press his lips to your knuckles. You think you might be in heaven. “You were amazing up there. Just.. angelic.”

You wondered if the heat in your cheeks was obvious. “Thank you..” Suddenly you had no words. Well, you had plenty to say. Plenty of thoughts, certainly. But no way to say them just yet. Coryo must’ve been able to tell.

“Do you want to go somewhere?” Coriolanus’ brows drew together hopefully. You got a faint idea he might actually be nervous. To your dismay he dropped your hand gently. “You must be tired, but..”

“No, no, I’d love to.” You blurted, cutting him off with a bright smile. You slipped your hand into the crook of his elbow.

Coryo couldn’t stifle his grin. He decided to save your gift for later, as he guided you through the grand doors of the theater and to his car. Your lips had formed into an “o” at the long, cream-white vehicle. It even had a hood ornament, the silver logo of the expensive brand. “Oh, Coryo, it’s beautiful.” You couldn’t stop yourself from gasping your next words, though you were mortified after uttering them, “Since when could you afford something like this?”

You thought he’d be offended, but he just chuckled and opened the passenger door for you. “We have a lot of catching up to do.”

Restaurants weren’t exactly open at this time of night— atleast not any that Coryo found good enough to bring you to. So he settled to bring you to a gelato place he recalled you loved, sitting outside with you and watching the people go by. The streetlamps cast the dark street in soft yellows, the city was still very much awake.

You felt awake. For the first time in months, you felt your heart beating, you felt an honest smile gracing your lips. Seeing Coryo again was a breath of fresh air you hadn’t realized how bad you needed.

Coriolanus told you about his time in district twelve, though he left out some details. You told him about your father’s passing. You were hesitant to mention how poorly the theatre was doing, though. You had a feeling he knew.

Your feeling was correct. While the two of you were walking home, your hand comfortable in the crook of his elbow, Coryo spoke up. He breathed your name hesitantly, waiting for your acknowledging hum. “Tell me the truth. Is the dance company failing?”

You frowned, eyes on your feet. Well. What was the point in hiding it? It wasn’t exactly private information. “It is.” You murmured, almost ashamed.

“But you’ll go to another one?” Coryo immediately jumped to you. He didn’t seem to care about the theatre, only whether your talent would be in one.

That was the issue. Your breath caught in your chest, your lips pressing nervously and your eyelids fluttering shut to avoid the sting of tears. “I haven’t gotten any offers.”

It seemed your hard work simply.. Wasn’t enough. Not without a family name. In the capitol, where everything depended on a girl’s parents, an orphan whose name hadn’t been prestigious in the first place didn’t stand a chance. The only reason you were with this theatre was because your father and the owner had been friends in the war.

That just didn’t sit right with Coriolanus. He found your hand in the crook of his elbow, resting his roughened hand over your soft one, squeezing. “But you’re a natural talent.” His brows pulled taut. You shook your head.

“It’s not that simple.” You sighed, using your free hand to dash away the tears wetting your cheeks.

But it could be, Coryo knew as he turned over the jewelry box in his pocket, but didn’t say. Oh, you’d hate the idea. You’d be furious. You were a hard worker, anybody could see. You prided yourself in making a career for yourself without nepotism or assistance, very few favors. Of course you’d deny the idea brewing in Coryo’s mind, you’d write it off as a shortcut.

But he saw your talent. He’d just make it so others would see it aswell.

Coriolanus would never be ashamed of his cunning mind. He should be. But he never could.

He was like a snake. The next socialite party he attended, he slithered his way into every sophisticated conversation, networking, whispering his agenda into men’s ears, men with the power he thirsted for.

Politics was exactly where a snake like Coriolanus Snow belonged.

Usually it was for himself. Coryo was climbing the capitol’s ladder, collecting pons at each rung and using them as he went. But this time, this particular snobbish event, he smoothly brought up the name of a beautiful, immensely talented young ballerina looking for a new theatre to perform to. A ballerina he would personally vouch for, a ballerina he insisted would bring pride (and fame, of course,) to any company she danced for.

Eventually Coryo pulled on the right string, his words reaching the right ears. He got acquainted with an older man, Darien Jeux. The owner of a very, very prestigious ballet company. Oh, he was skeptical at first, but wasn’t Coriolanus a charmer? By the time the glittering champagne in his glass was finished, a deal of sorts was sealed. Jeux had a grandson in need of work, an internship would be arranged for the dolt. In exchange?

Coryo was the first person you called when the letter came in the mail. You had just arrived at your apartment after a late-night rehearsal, a crisp envelope left in the slot in your door. Stabbing an ornate letter opener, a gift from your father, into the paper and tearing it, oh, the words printed almost brought you to tears!

“Coryo, you won’t believe it!” You cheered over the phone, the joy in your voice as you gushed about Yeux’s ballet company extending an audition, the possibility of a contract, the prestige of this company! “Oh, isn’t it wonderful?” You breathed, the hope in your voice washing away every qualm Coryo had about going behind your back.

“It is.” Coriolanus smiled softly to himself, his eyes fluttering shut in an overwhelming relief.

Ballet was the only way for you. Coryo would kill a man to keep you happy, to keep your career alive. It was only right, that if he had the capability to make everything easier for you, he should use every resource available. Anything for you.

“You deserve it.” Coryo cooes, leaning back in his leather desk chair and letting your lilted voice keep him awake for another hour.

Hope had been thrust into your life again, the air under your wings, keeping you afloat. It seemed like your life was brightening in every corner now. Coryo insisted on taking you to dinner to celebrate when your audition went smoothly. How desperately he wanted to lean over that table and kiss you silly. He settled for taking you to dinner the next week. And the week after that. And after that.

In his eyes, his help was just that. A bit of help. This society was idiotic and venomous, your immense talent would have been enough to bring you to the top if that was the sole factor. It would be such a waste of great potential if you were stifled simply because of your name. He couldn’t have that.

Once Coryo gave you that little push, simply just got your name out there, your ability spoke for itself. You really were a star, landing one of the large roles in the first performance the theatre put on since signing you.

Coriolanus also pulled some strings to get a seat in the gallery balcony of the theatre. The company was putting on The Sleeping Beauty, which in your delicately graceful nature you landed the role of Princess Aurora. Tigris sat beside him, she’d absolutely adored you even when you were young. He even had a little pair of opera binoculars to watch you dance, not minding his cousins giggles at how old he looked holding them up to his eyes.

Coryo felt waves of pride, seeing the seats full. All eyes were on you, your grace on a pedestal display— exactly where it should be. Oh, the smile it brought to his lips each time the crowd roared with applause and whistles for you. You deserved no less.

When you came out after the show, you donned a simple yet elegant white dress, a boat-neck A-line that fell to your mid thigh, accentuating your delicate figure. Coryo had specifically told you it would be perfect for the after party, which technically wasn’t solely for your first performance with the theatre, but you’d be on display no less. He was certain that your name would be in headlines by tomorrow, and he told you so, which you’d smiled shyly and shaken your head at.

You’d never been to such an extravagant party. Your old theatre was never this grand, and whatever luxurious events they held were distant memories by the time you were old enough to attend them. The ballroom was classically beautiful, marble pillars along the walls and a painted rotunda ceiling.

You hadn’t a chance to look up and appreciate the mural before you were swarmed with people wanting to meet you, shake your hand and congratulate your performance. Coriolanus was right at your side the whole time, a strong hand on your shoulder. It shouldn’t have made you feel such excitement, but your heart was betraying your mind at the protective gesture.

Eventually, you grew a bit tired of all the introductions and stale small talk. Coryo could tell, he bowed his head and murmured against the shell of your ear, “I think it’s time for a dance. If you aren’t tired of it by now?”

“No! I mean, yes. I’m not tired of dancing. I’d love to dance.” You stumbled over your words, feeling the flush come to your cheeks. Oh, you weren’t tired, quite the opposite. You were restless. You were infinitely grateful for Coriolanus as he guided you by the hand, pulling you into a dance. He was a better dancer than you remember, you told him so. He’d only chuckled lightly, shaking his head as he lifted his hand to twirl you.

Coryo wore a boyish grin while he watched your dress flower and billow as you twirled. “I’m glad I’m not embarrassing myself, then.”

Perhaps it was then that you truly realized the boy you’d grown up with had turned into a man in the blink of an eye. A man who laid a strong hand on the small of your back, blonde hair combed neatly, cheeks roughened with stubble and eyes sultry. A man who was staring at you in a way that nearly made an expert ballerina stumble in her dancing.

You weren’t sure what moved you to lay your ear against his chest, feeling the solid and comforting warmth of him. You hoped, though, that he didn’t hear the soft sigh you released as he nosed your hair. You imagined that he dropped a kiss to your scalp. Why, Coriolanus, your Coryo, was cradling you as you languidly danced like you were made of porcelain.

In fact, as the song’s lulled to an end, Coriolanus leaned away from you just barely. Just enough for you to lift your head, eyes raising to meet his sapphire ones. Sapphire eyes filled with a soft affection, a kind of tenderness that you were beginning to wonder if you could live without. For a moment you dreamed he might kiss you.

You watched as his icy gaze flickered over your face, before he murmured lowly, “I’ll go get you a drink.” Wordlessly you nodded, watching as a tantalizingly sincere smile curled Coryo’s lips. He slipped away from you carefully. Expertly stifling the white-hot anxiety burning a hole in his chest under that clean-cut suit.

With a soft sigh, and rubbing both of your palms over your burning cheeks, you sought out your new friends. The circle of ballerinas, done up in simple and classically beautiful dresses, welcomed you happily. Eager to listen about your flustered retelling of the whole interaction with Coriolanus. Gasping girlishly and relishing in that sisterly bond. Slowly that exciting knot in your stomach came loose.

Just as you had collected yourself, your ears perked to the dropping of your name. You looked over your shoulder, finding the source to be two older men, one pudgy and one gaunt. They both had cold eyes, sharp and knowing. That would’ve been enough to make you shiver, if it weren’t for the words slipping past their thin lips.

“I heard Yeux was paid off.” The thin man hummed. Your stomach sank. Surely they weren’t talking about you?

The fat man shook his head. “No, more of a favor, I heard. That boy Dr. Gaul funded? Crassus’s boy.” The other man sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with the hand not clasping a champagne flute.

He sneered, “So, the company ‘star’ only has a contract because the Snow boy pulled strings? What a disgrace this theatre is coming to!”

Oh, the marble floor was spinning under your feet. A frustration, a fury was boiling in your heart, dull and painful as you clenched your jaw. How many times had you told Coriolanus that you didn’t want any nepotism? How many times had you mentioned your pride in how hard you worked for your career? All for him to pull the rug from under you!

How could he? How could he go behind your back and snatch your values away from your hands, make an absolute fool of you?

Feigning a smile you excused yourself from the ballerinas, walking aimlessly through the ballroom. Slipping through the crowd with a kind of bleariness in your eyes. Color had been brought back into your life, but at what cost? Your morals. You hadn’t even been given a choice of whether to keep them intact or trade them for glory. You wouldn’t have chosen this, certainly.

You moved on autopilot. You hadn’t even realized Coriolanus was trailing after you until he clasped a strong hand on your shoulder, gently turning you. You shrugged your shoulder away from his grip, your wild eyes meeting his. Oh, the betrayal swelling in your stomach threatened to swallow you whole.

Coriolanus breathed your name in an awkward chuckle. His brows drew together as he offered a fruity drink to you in an ornate glass. “Are you alright?”

“Don’t talk to me.” You hiss, turning from him and storming away with a purpose in your feet.

Coriolanus only follows after you like a lost puppy. “What? What happened?” He called your name, but bitter loathing was toiling in your mind too strong to so much as cast him a look.

Damn him for feigning innocence! Damn him for coming back into yourself, sweeping you off your feet and having the balls to think he could just fix all your problems with his connections! Damn him for taking all that you prided yourself on away, just to make himself feel better. Charity, that’s what you were.

“I’m not stupid!” You cried, calling over your shoulder and blinking away hot tears. Nevertheless they streaked down your cheeks. At last you found the walls of this cursed ballroom, turning down a grand hallway. Gratefully, only a few people hung by the pillars and potted plants, disgustingly old men and beautiful, young women, some of them ballerinas from your new company. Your company that Coriolanus got you into.

Speak of the devil, he was still on your heels. Perhaps he even broke into a run after you, because before you knew it he was grabbing you by the shoulders, cornering you between a marble pillar and the wall. You shook him off you, staring blazingly up into his buggy and nervous eyes.

“Darling.” Coriolanus breathed, exasperated and terribly confused. He stopped reaching for you, gratefully, but he was still looming over you. Trapping you in.

You wiped the tears from your eyes. “Don’t call me that.”

Coriolanus sighed. He murmured your proper name gently, his brows pressing together. “Please. Tell me what’s wrong. I’ll fix it for you, just tell me what’s wrong.”

“You would, wouldn’t you!” You cried, throwing your hands down. “Try and fix everything, just swoop in like a knight in shining armor and fix my poor life!”

His face fell at that. His azure eyes darkened, lips parting and his chin tilting further down to you. He knew he was caught, you thought bitterly as you huffed. Coriolanus dragged his hand down his face, trying to rub the situation off his skin. “Tell me what you know.”

“I know that you disregarded my wishes! I didn’t want any nepotism, I didn’t want any shortcuts, and that is exactly what you did, Coryo!” Tears were flowing uncomfortably and warm down your cheeks, ruining your pretty makeup. You rubbed the skin around your eyes raw. If only you could see the distraught look on Coriolanus’ face.

He shook his head, murmuring breathlessly, “But… I did it for you. You needed some help, you needed someone to get your name out there.” You shook your head, but your silence gave him a chance to go on. “I knew you’d be upset, but your talent—“

“I am upset!” You bawled, “You knew I’d be upset and you still did it, Coriolanus! You did it for you, not for me, if—”

“You couldn’t even afford to eat!” Coriolanus snapped, barking at you with buggy eyes. His jaw tightened, his chest heaving with a deep breath. His eyes slip closed, he pinches the bridge of his nose and grimaces in exasperation. He never wanted to yell at you.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell.” Coriolanus murmurs, rubbing a hand over his mouth as he watches the way tears come to your eyes stronger than before. He watches the way you cross your arms, looking to the wall and chewing on your lip. “You were struggling. You… You’re a talented woman. The most talented. I couldn’t… I couldn’t let you fizzle just because you don’t have someone to vouch for you.”

“But now all this isn’t because of myself. Where I am today isn’t because of my talent or my hard work.. It’s because of a man pulling some strings.” You murmured, rubbing your eyes again. Your voice is raw and low, you look down at your dress and smooth down the material. Such a quality, beautiful dress. You would’ve liked to say that you were wearing it because of your own work. Coriolanus took that away from you, you reminded yourself.

Coryo pushes a hand through his hair, sighing softly. His lips press, he looks away at the others in the hall. He’s scrambling for a way to resolve this. “I had to help you. Because…”

You eye him expectantly, turning your wet cheek. Coriolanus reaches forward to tenderly thumb away a loose tear, and you don’t pull away. Perhaps you’ve tired yourself out. “Because I love you. And I can’t let a woman so special fail for such a stupid reason. Special to the world, of course, but special to me.”

Oh, the world was spinning around you too fast for your mind to keep up. You felt the floor giving out from under you, you had to cover your eyes with a palm. He loved you? This is why he did all this? This is why he felt the need to lift you from the mud? Not for his own selfish gain, but for you? For love?

“Coryo, you can’t just...” You began, the words dying before they could pass your lips as you shook your head desperately. He seemed to understand, nodding a bit and watching you with wide and buggy eyes. You finally looked up to meet that penetrating gaze, feeling your chest heave with deep breaths.

Without a word you moved into Coryo’s arms, pressing your wet cheek to his chest. You felt his breath hitch, his arms immediately wrapping closely around you. He nosed your hair, smelling deeply your rose-scented shampoo. God, the things he would do for you. This barely scraped it. He knew you’d be hurt, but he also knew what would be best for you in the long run. He knew he’d rather let you hate him than regret a passion left dry in the sun.

A long while passed like this, Coriolanus murmuring sweet words of consolation and diligently drying the tears on your rosy cheeks.

“My love, this world is cruel.” Coriolanus cooed, his eyebrows drawing together and forehead creasing as he smoothed down your hair. “Talent without a name is nothing. If talent was all that mattered, you wouldn’t need my help.”

Coryo dropped a kiss to your forehead. “I wish you didn’t need my help.”

Coryo brought you home that night. Neither of you breathed a word the whole ride there, Coriolanus casting you longing glances constantly and you fidgeting with your rose gold bracelet. A gift from him. Your most prized jewelry nowadays.

Feelings just toiled and swam in your heart, threatening to spill and taint your whole body. You were furious with him. But oh, how you loved that man.

The man who is not pressuring you any further, not shouting, not condemning your anger with him, just silently holding your hand over the center console, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles slowly. Tenderly. The man who loved you. The man who would kill for you, much less call in a favor for your sake.

When his car rolled to a stop in front of your apartment, you leaned away from him. You shifted in your seat to face him, but he never let go of your hand. In fact, he’d squeezed it a bit tighter.

Coryo was watching you with wide, you’d dare say puppy dog eyes as you opened your lips to speak in a whisper. “I don’t want you to do this again.”

He nodded seriously, dragging his thumb across the backs of your fingers. His sapphire eyes never dropped from yours. “I promise you.”

“And I don’t need your altruism.”

“Of course.”

“I’m not a child, I’m not a poor thing.”

“Not even a little bit. Kill me before I suggest it.”

You found yourself leaning over the center console, your nose brushing his. He found his hand slipping to gently cradle the back of your head. “I forgive you.” You murmur quietly, Coryo nods a bit, mind like a runny egg. He’s having a bit of trouble focusing on your words, as important to him as they are.

Coriolanus draws you closer, planting a tender kiss onto your lips. The cool metal of your bracelet pressing into his nape drew a sigh from his mouth, you wrapped your arm around his shoulders. Kissing him felt like a comfort. Kissing Coryo felt right, your lips moving on his as if your soul knew before your mind had even considered it.

He didn’t interfere with your career again. He respected you with every bone in his body, with every string in his heart. He let your talent, your ineffable passion for your craft speak for itself. You were a prima ballerina of your own work, he’d often murmur to you late at night. In a bed he had somehow managed to coax you into, in a bed he couldn’t imagine sleeping in without your warm form beside him. You were a star.

No matter how independent you were, he would never stop protecting you. Caring for you. Providing you the best he could. Until the day you died, he would break his own bones to bend to your whims.

Coriolanus would kill for you. Without qualms, he would carve his own bone and flesh, if you asked him to. You didn’t even need to ask. If it made you happy in the slightest, Coryo would engrave your name into his heart.

It had always been written there, hadn’t it?

[thekissofaphrodite]

Hiii im absolutely in-love with your writing and I was wondering if you could do Clarisse X daughter of Hecate (ive seen a few fics of this dynamic and as a child of Hecate and someone who has a massive crush on clarisse I love seeing works like those lmao)

THIS IS AMAZING OML. TYSM FOR REQUESTING THIS!! THIS IS SO FUN TO MAKE <33

Black Magic

Clarisse La Rue x Daughter of Hecate!Reader

Summary: Brewing potions and matchmaking is a fun but not much fun as admiring the infallible Clarisse La Rue.

Warnings: KISSING. (i noticed that almost all of my requests had this warning :P )

Author's Note: I'M BACK WITH MY LAPTOP! AND I'LL TAKE A DAY OFF FROM SCHOOL SINCE IM TIRED FROM TRAVELING BUT HERE I AM! I DO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS.

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You loved the smell of brewing potion.

As a child of Hecate, you and your half siblings were often known as witches and matchmakers at camp. But still, some campers looked you in the eye and would call you a freak, Boasting about how their godly parent were part of the olympians, pointing at your mother's lack of place beside the Olympians.

Still, you've got a queue of campers (Mostly girls) waiting outside your cabin, The first ones left your workshop with a big smile on their faces or clutching their best friend whispering excitedly.

you and your siblings don't exactly share the same power for your mother had blessed you with different, but divine powers, and sure enough, you got foreseeing.

But some also left with a distraught expression and muttering a string of curses at you...It's not your fault that that their crushes aren't interested in them! You're just a fortune teller!

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"B-but this is a mistake! I love Presley! your magic is wrong!" Cried a girl from the aphrodite cabin, tears streaming down her cheeks, smudging her mascara, You gave her a sympathetic look before sighing.

"That's not what it said here..." You looked down at your cauldron with purple-ish pink bubbling liquid, The Boy, who you assumed was presley, had another girl in his arms, twirling her around as they dance into a romantic song. The aphrodite girl stormed away furiously, purposely knocking down several of your stacked candles and jars full of ingredients.

Then, You saw the girl bump into someone, It was Clarisse. The girl frowned, but then gulped when she saw Clarisse staring back at her.

The moment Clarisse saw you, her eyes soften a little bit, her lips curling into a smile as she watched you get flustered.

"Hey"

"Hey" You blushed as you hid your face in a book.

"Can i try?" Clarisse asked.

"Try what?" You raised your brow, staring at her carefully, The cauldron separating you two in between.

"That fortune potion thingy, I wanna know who i'd end up with" Her words made your heart break a little bit, You had a big crush on clarisse la rue the moment you stepped inside camp, and now here she is, you crush asking you to foresee her future with someone else.

You swallowed your disappointment and anger before nodding, your face frowning a little bit as you set your book down and grabbed a pair of scissors.

"I need a piece of your hair" You said, Clarisse then grabbed the scissors and cut a decent amount of hair.

She watched you carefully, her brown eyes glinting with admiration as you recited latin and greek spells before dropping her hair into the cauldron, the smoke started rising and the liquid started bubbling, at first, you thought your eyes deceived you, you saw yourself with clarisse, sitting under a tree your back leaned against hers as you two laughed, hands intertwined as the sun rays hit you two.

you became breathless, your body stiff, Clarisse was confused, her dark brows raised as she scanned your expression.

"Oh my gods, please don't tell me it's Chris Rodriguez" She said, she secretly hoped it would be you, the thought of chris rodriguez and her being all lovey dovey made her sick.

When she peaked into the cauldron, She felt victory, joy, ecstasy she couldn't describe it. Every happy emotions filling her as she watched herself and you in the cauldron, laughing while kissing each other's cheeks lovingly.

You became speechless while watching Clarisse's eyes beam with joy, You two stared at each other for a moment before the Ares girl took the matters to her hands and kissed you.

It took you a moment to process what's going on. Then you find yourself kissing her back, pulling her closer as her breasts pressed against yours.

You two were then interrupted by the sound of the door opening, you two quickly pulled away and stepped back. Clarisse pretended to look around while you improvised some words to save you and Clarisse from being caught.

Your half sister, Lou Ellen looked at you and Clarisse before going to her trunk, rummaging into her things.

"I'll have your strengthening draught ready by tomorrow" You blurted at clarisse, You looked at her and she stared back before nodding.

"Of course" She whispered.

As she left, You saw her wink at you cheekily before closing the door.

"What's that ares girl doing here?" Lou Ellen asked.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing at all" You whispered, still feeling her lingering touch.

A/N: THIS IS AMAZING OMG!!! I TRIED MY BEST TO MAKE IT MORE WITCHY AND STUFF BUT I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS!!

[strstab]

𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐚 - 𝐣.𝐦

summary ; you see a tiktok trend and decide to see if you boyfriend will help you participate in it

pairing ; jj maybank x fem!reader

notes ; soft jj, kissing, video filming, hp & family guy references

a/n ; my first public writing, hopefully ppl see this. if y’all do send requests? i think you can do that.. but enjoy &lt;3

— tiktok in question —

scrolling on tiktok with kie sitting next to you, you came across a video of a girl putting makeup on her best friends face. you let out a small giggle at the thought of your boyfriend with mascara and pretty pink lips.

“what’s funny?” kie asked turning to peek at your phone.

you showed her the video and got up to go find your beloved boyfriend, who coincidentally, had just walked into the room.

“jj, can you help me with something?” you looked at him with pouty lips and sparkles in your eyes only he could see

he lifted a brow and grinned as he looked at you, knowing you were up to something, “it depends on what that something is, baby,”

kie let out a quiet laugh from behind you as she threw your phone towards him, letting him watch the video you previously showed her. knowing you’d be able to convince him happy or not, you started searching through the drawers of your vanity in hopes of having your makeup bag in one of them.

“no way,” jj scoffed with a shake of his head, “you’re not putting makeup on me.”

giving a knowing look to kie, she walked out and closed the door behind her.

this is where the fun began.

after 10 minutes of begging, smacking, pecks to the cheek and tugging, you finally managed to convince your lover to let you do his pretty boy makeup.

you sat on the counter of your bathroom sink with jj standing in between your thighs with his eyes looking straight at you.

“don’t give me that look” he said with a quick eye roll

you smiled as you uncapped the ‘better than sex’ mascara in your hands, “roll your eyes and i’ll poke your eye out with my wand.”

“wand? what are you a witch?” he replied with a soft grin. you lifted his chin and softly ran the inked bristles across his long lashes. god those lashes of his you wish you had. why were men blessed with female preferred features?

“i am, i casted a love spell on you a couple years ago,” you laughed and scolded him for blinking shortly after.

he stared at you in silence, admiring your pretty eyes that tend to crinkle when you smile. the soft lips he kissed every morning he woke up next to you. your perfect nose that just seemed to fit your face structure perfectly. everything about you he fell in love with more by the second, minute, hour, and day.

jj was never good at english class, but ask him to write an essay about you and you’d get a 20 page google document.

getting sucked out of his thoughts as you painted his thin lips a soft shade of pink, “what’s on your mind, j?”

“nothing, just how powerful your spell is on me. did you go to hogwarts, baby?” he questioned with a smile, pushing the strands of hair that covered your pretty face behind your ear.

“fuck yeah, i was fighting dementors and shit” you answered while filling in his eyebrows and putting highlighter in the corners of his eyes.

you finished after another couple of minutes and while pulling out your phone to find the audio you were going to use, jj spoke up with a concerned tone in his voice,

“are you actually going to record me in this?!”

looking up from your phone to look at him you saw his filled in eyebrows furrowed, “duh, that’s the point of the trend, j” you stated.

you weren’t going to let his worried expression get to you because you knew you’d be able to kiss it away in a couple minutes.

he let out a whine in protest but you had already started the video, doing your part, you lip-synced

“do you or do you not feel bonita?”

and with a turn of the phone, the camera faced him and he slightly panicked not knowing what to say.

“you didn’t tell me what i’m supposed to say!”

your lips shaped into an ‘o’ and proceeded to explain how to do the tiktok.

once again, with the flip of the camera jj awkwardly worded his part

“...uhm i feel bonita”

“wonderful, because you look bonita!” you grinned and went back to your phone to caption and post the video

jj pushed your phone aside and placed his lips on yours, in desperate need of affection. you let out a quiet gasp as you were caught off guard but kissed him back anyways.

he placed his hands on your cheeks and pulled away slowly. “do my lips feel prettier?”

you snorted, tilting your head in confusion

“y’know, because they look prettier, do they feel prettier?” he asked again, trying to explain his question

you placed another kiss on his lips and nodded, “yes they feel prettier, baby”

he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he peppered your face with kisses, leaving pretty pink marks on your glowing skin.

he smiled, pleased with the outcome of his make over.

a win is a win.

check out ocean eyes 🌅 water drops 🧴 & pretty present 🍰

WOAHHH FIRST WRITING HOW WAS THAT.??

hopefully people see this 😓

but anyways i’m a whore for some jj fluff, and the trend has been flooding my fyp so ofc i had to write for my love ❤️‍🩹

[trailedstar]

CHAPTER 01.

﹙ BLADE x MALE READER﹚ MODERN AU, no smut - just hinted, references to a one night stand, drunk sex mention, mentions of vomit, potential ooc for KAFKA

YOUR EYES GROGGILY FORCED THEIR WAY OPEN THROUGH TIRED EYELIDS. Waves of nausea coursed through your veins, a cacophony of ear splitting noises rushing through your ears. The thick air of acrid smoke and stale alcohol aided none.

The lack of air conditioning led unsolicited beads of sweat to trail down your skin in sticky rivulets, pleading to feel even the most pathetic gust of a breeze. The shriveled, linen sheets entangled within your legs, little done to shield your nude figure - tantalizing, perhaps.

The sun had barely made it past the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow across the lazed room - a key detail now blessed upon your memory - the slumberous beauty beside you.

Their features were like a poem crafted by Edgar Allen Poe, himself — skin diaphanous as moonbeams, eyelashes blessed like swift brush strokes, and long hair representing melancholy - a wispy blue resembling a deep abyss to a cerise red ablaze from raging hellfire. Pale figure sculpted by Michelangelo or Gian Lorenzo Bernini, scars etched deep like a crafter's crack with kismet tales behind in the wake of their divine fingertips.

"Oh fuck..." Profanities slipped out in delirious strings, the implications becoming clearer than spring water.

Scrambling out of the warm haven of sheets, your eyes take in the very room you swore off due to its unfavorable reputation - stained with mascara-coated tears and bodies left cold without comfort. Decorative walls were painted a soft shade of gray, uniquely accented with posters of aggressively tuned bands and old movie posters that your parents would rave about. A mahogany desk lay nestled in the corner, hidden from the gleams of golden light, surface overwhelmed with books and papers. Without the natural glow of light, a dim antique lamp flickered with an old timey fabric shielding its failing bulb.

The very warm haven you desperately climbed out of was rather comfortable, akin to the feeling of your parents cradling you close as you hid giggles from faking sleep. It was decorated in bland colors - similar to the dull room. Yet the pillows were silky smooth, the sheets caressing every crevice of your form as if etching it into the memory of its threads.

Your eyes were eventually drawn to your clothes strewn about, boxers tossed off near the desk as if thrown in haste. The most unpleasant surprise was the vomit staining your jacket, the fluids smelling pungent with alcohol and burnt cigarettes.

“Fucking hell…” Mumbling nonsense to yourself, you made no slow effort to put your clothes back on - even as the fabric maneuvered harshly over deep hickeys and bruises.

“I hope he stays quiet about this.” You silently prayed to whatever God there may be out there, quietly slipping on your shoes before tossing your putrid jacket in the plastic trash can beside the door.

The blistering sound of an alarm clock echoed through the barren room, devoid of light from the shut curtains and cold with the lack of a familiar.

Groaning, a scarred man rolled over to slam a palm against the snooze button. His muscles ached and cramped like a rusty tool, yet his mind was too dazed to comprehend. He glanced around the room with harrowing red eyes that had seen a world torn from mayhem.

The bed was a mess, sheets tangled and twisted, pillows scattered across the floor. There was an incredibly faint and fleeting trace of a perfume that lingered in the air - soft and herbal with a tranquil residue.

Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, the cold wood floor bit into his bare feet like nails.

“Did it happen again?” He could only ponder to God Himself, brows creasing like a weight bestowed upon them.

The ringing of his phone disrupted his thoughts, and he reached over to pick it up with a heavy frown. His scarred fingers fumbled with the unlock button before bringing the screen to life. The call rang through with the name “Kafka” displayed in large letters.

“Bladie~ Have you checked the forum? The pictures are everywhere.” A honeyed voice echoed on the other side of line, a familiar nickname tainting the air - echoing a past never forgotten.

“Silverwolf is already actively deleting them, but I did happen to promise her you’d go with her to get some new games~” Kafka hummed out a tune that she frequently played on the violin, A Dramatic Irony, as she named it.

“…hm.” Blade could only grumble at the newfound day ahead of him, the weight of the melancholic atmosphere on his shoulders.

It wasn’t quite right to call him cursed, but not fitting of a saintly title either. He was simply Blade. A puppet as a master of all trades, benefiting from the side that appeased him well. Though, he was already caught in the spider’s complex web, the strings guiding him to the finale - the spider itself.

[femmefatalevibe]

Hey femme,

I have harsh face features that makes me so unapproachable. Do you have any advice for me. I’m 22 never been in a relationship before, no one is even interested in me. Help me.

Hi love! While I understand your longing to be desired by your preferred sex, evaluating your worth or desirability in general on romantic/sexual attention is a fruitless pursuit. You can try to wear makeup/hairstyles that help soften your features.

Makeup: glowy highlighter, rosy blush on your cheeks, soft nude/glossy lip shades, softly-arched brows, mascara with soft/satin-textured eyeshadow & inner corner highlight

Hair: Longer hairstyles with soft waves or curls, layers/curtain bangs, side parts, half-up/half-down updos or braids

Otherwise, try not to clench your jaw or have your eyes appear hypervigilant when conversing with others.

Smile & laugh when you're enjoying yourself/the company around you. Otherwise, warding off creeps is truly a blessing in disguise. Being unapproachable as a woman is not as bad of a thing as we are often told in our patriarchal society. Finding a middle ground that gives you the agency to let down your guard as safe and desired should always be the goal.

Hope this helps xx

[kitttenteeth]

Makeup routine? 🐈‍⬛

mhhhhhhhhh. I would make a video but it is not v much so i would feel too silly .. I can write it out &post my products later if u want. my makeup itself is simple but I think my techniques r.. odd lol

• moisturizer + sunscreen + primer! bcus i alwaysm accidentally rub my makeup off

• i use a very pale concealer that is almost lilac-y under my eyes & around my mouth + nose to brighten up all my shadows n then a sheer foundation like .. only on the center of my face? I will just rly lightly use it to brighten + even out the center of my forehead, my bridge&around my nose, and chin. Idk

• i tint my eyebrows with beard dye bcus I loatheee drawing them on but my brows r high + thin. emphasis the front part of ur brows &tilt them up a bit when u draw so u always look a bit pouty and 'hmph' <- Princess secret

• i use a veryvery grey cool - toned brown color to contour bcus it is the only shade that works with my skintone . I just kinda smudge it along the edge of my jaw and then bcus i have fractured my nose onemillion times it is rly uneven so I just do a little line down the one side .. to even it out lol. and then that'ms it . God bless how kittycat my nose is.. my tip to replicate this is to widen the bridge of ur nose with a light powder and then only contour the very tip. U want ur nose to look like V <- this sort of shape

• i put all of my blush where I am naturally pink like across my nose + the edges of my cheeks and then i extend it up to the corners of my eyes .. and then this is typically where i start decorating myself with glitter . Lots. I like putting it in the center of my lid and then right under my lacrimal caruncle ehich is the pink thingie in thr corner of ur eye. Also like a tiny fairy dusting of it on my nose tip . this is also the point where I go over all of my beautymarks with a brown eyeliner to make sure their starpower is visible always!

• for my mascara I use a rlllly teensy tiny eyelash curler that only curls small sections bcus i only curl the corner of my eyelashes . I have rly long lashes but it comes with the curse of them being too heavy to stay up soo . I heat up my curler with my lighter, curl the ends bcus it makes me look extraterrestrial kitten - like , then I use a waterproof mascara. if u want a dollier type of look, curl all of ur lashes .

• i like smudging out dark pink / red lip - stains in the center of my lips to make it seem like my bitten as fuxkkck lips are actually makeup &...not jsut mutilated lol. But it gives u a rly lovestruck kissie innocent effect that i like. i don'mt do lipliner or anythint bcus it looks too strange with my lipshape but sometimes I take a littttle bit of lipstick on a brush and use to very lightly emphasize my cupid's bow ... I like how heart - shaped it looks and again . It is just very kittycat to me

All done^-^🐈‍⬛ so long ohmgmgod. SORRY

[daughterearth]

always be the opposite of lana core slyvia plath core sad tumblr girl mascara running down you face core - more like mary oliver maya angelou nikki giovvani... Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift...once a snowflake fell on my brow and i loved it so much and i kiss it and like dust i rise core.. life is a blessing even if we don't deserve it sometimes

[dovesndecay]

It was adorable that she thought she was subtle.

She hovered on the edges of the club's dance floor, her eyes drinking me in. From across the room, I could still see the heavy mascara weighing down her lashes, giving a sleepy, fucked-out look to that pretty face. Her lips were painted a bold red, with a darker, bloody hue outlining the lush shape. Her brows were unfashionably thick, connected lightly at the center above her nose, artificially darkened further with make-up. A statement, then. I liked that.

She blended well enough with the atmosphere of the club, the iridescent shimmer of her thigh-length sheath dress reflecting the flashing lights around us. She held her third drink in hand, running the tip of her finger around the rim in an anxious ritual, but the amount of liquid had not yet changed.

She was greedy, and obvious.

I discovered that I liked making her wait. She made the cutest little mou with that sweet mouth when I denied her my attention. It made want to deny her again, and again. Perhaps for a very long time.

Then she walked away from me, fancying herself the perfect bait. Bless.

I decided to allow this sparingly, for my own enjoyment. But later, only after she was well-trained. No need to encourage bratty pouting in the girl from the beginning. My brother enjoyed such behavior from his little loves, but I did not.

I simply had no use for it. My proclivities required, and rewarded, obedience. She would be a beautiful little toy someday, and I couldn't wait to play with her.

in this house we love and support murderous toxic queer vampires

[rubydolly]

HAPPY EASTER!!!! I hope your day is filled with lots of joy and blessings

Here is my makeup for Good Friday

MAKEUP DETAILS

Charlotte Tilbury Airbrush Flawless Foundation

Fenty Beauty Flyliner Liquid Liner Cuz I’m Black

Hourglass Ambient Lighting Edit Palette Leopard

Hourglass Veil Powder

Hourglass Veil Primer

Kat Von D Beauty Super Brow Extreme Long Wear Pomade Medium Brown

Mecca Cosmetica Enlightened Powder

Natasha Denona I Need A Rose Lipstick Peony

Natasha Denona Pastel Palette

Too Faced Better Than Sex Mascara

Urban Decay All Nighter Setting Spray

Urban Decay Eyeshadow Primer Potion

[lashandbrowheaven]

Elevate Your Beauty with Lush Lashes and Perfect Brows at Lash and Brow Heaven

Imagine walking out of a salon, feeling like the best version of yourself, with your lashes fuller and your brows perfectly sculpted. That’s the magic of Lash and Brow Heaven, a beauty salon in the heart of Baldivis, Australia. Known for their top-notch lash extensions and brow services, they’ve become the go-to spot for anyone wanting to enhance their natural beauty. Whether you’re after luscious lash extensions or perfectly shaped brows,

Why Lashes Matter – The Secret to Effortless Glam

At Lash and Brow Heaven, lashes are kind of a big deal. Whether you’re a fan of the classic lash lift or want to try the latest magnetic lashes, the talented team here knows exactly how to give you that perfect, eye-popping look. And let’s be honest, long, fluttery lashes can transform your face in an instant. They can make your eyes look bigger, brighter, and more awake—basically, everything we want from our lashes!

Here’s a breakdown of the amazing lash services you can treat yourself to at Lash and Brow Heaven:

False Lashes: Sometimes, you just need a little extra something for a special night out or a big event. False lashes are perfect for adding instant glam to your look. Lash and Brow Heaven offers high-quality false lashes that can give you dramatic volume or a more subtle boost—whatever fits your vibe. The best part? You don’t need to be a pro to wear them, as their experts can apply them perfectly in just a few minutes.

Individual Lash Extensions: For those who want the full lash experience, individual lash extensions are where it’s at. Each lash is carefully applied to your natural lashes to create a customized look, whether you want something soft and natural or big and bold. These extensions last for weeks, meaning you can skip the mascara and wake up looking fabulous every day. It’s a little piece of heaven for anyone who loves a low-maintenance beauty routine.

Magnetic Lashes: Not a fan of lash glue? No worries—Lash and Brow Heaven has you covered with their range of magnetic lashes. These beauties use tiny magnets to snap onto your natural lash line, giving you a flawless look without the mess. Plus, they’re reusable, so you can pop them on whenever you want without breaking the bank. They’re perfect for those days when you want a quick beauty fix without any fuss.

Lash Lifts: If you’re blessed with naturally long lashes but just need a little extra lift, a lash lift is a game-changer. Lash lifts give your natural lashes a boost, curling them upwards so your eyes look wider and more open. It’s like a mini-makeover for your lashes that lasts for weeks. No need for mascara or a lash curler—just beautiful, lifted lashes that look effortlessly stunning every day.

Brows that Wow – Framing Your Face with Perfection

Let’s be real—brows can make or break a look. A well-shaped brow can change your whole face, making your eyes stand out and giving you a polished, put-together appearance. At Lash and Brow Heaven, the team understands this better than anyone, and they offer a range of brow services designed to give you the perfect shape and definition. Whether you want a subtle touch-up or a full brow makeover, they’ve got the skills to make your brows pop.

Brow Shaping: Maybe you’ve been trying to shape your own brows and it’s just not working, or maybe you’re ready to try something new. Whatever the case, Lash and Brow Heaven’s brow shaping service is the answer. Their beauty experts carefully sculpt your brows to fit your face shape and personal style, using a mix of waxing, threading, and tweezing to achieve flawless results. The result? Brows that perfectly frame your face and make your features stand out.

Brow Tinting: If your brows are on the lighter side or could use a little more definition, brow tinting is a game-changer. Lash and Brow Heaven offers brow tinting to add color and depth to your brows, giving them a fuller and more defined look. It’s perfect for those who want to ditch the brow pencil and wake up with beautifully tinted brows every day. The tint is matched to your natural brow color, so the end result looks completely seamless.

Brow Lamination: Ever wondered how some people have those full, fluffy, Instagram-worthy brows? Brow lamination is the secret. Lash and Brow Heaven offers brow lamination to give your brows that lifted, full look that lasts for weeks. The treatment sets your brows in place, making them look groomed and voluminous without any extra effort on your part. It’s like a brow makeover that leaves you feeling like a brow goddess every time you look in the mirror.

Beyond Lashes and Brows: A Full Menu of Beauty Services

While lashes and brows are their specialty, Lash and Brow Heaven is far from a one-trick pony. They offer a full range of beauty services to help you look and feel your best, whether you need a fresh face for a special occasion or just a little pampering.

Facials: Want glowing, radiant skin? Lash and Brow Heaven has a range of facials designed to target all your skin concerns, whether it’s acne, dryness, or just needing a hydration boost. Each facial is customized to your skin type and goals, leaving you feeling refreshed and rejuvenated.

Waxing: Need smooth, hair-free skin? Their professional waxing services make hair removal a breeze, whether you’re looking for a simple brow wax or a full-body treatment. The team is gentle and efficient, leaving your skin silky smooth and ready for anything.

Makeup Application: Have a special event coming up or just want to feel extra fabulous for a night out? The makeup artists at Lash and Brow Heaven are pros at creating stunning makeup looks for any occasion. From natural and glowing to bold and glam, they’ve got you covered. Sit back, relax, and let them work their magic—you’ll leave feeling like a star.

Why Lash and Brow Heaven is the Place to Be

What sets Lash and Brow Heaven apart from the rest? It’s simple: they genuinely care about making you look and feel amazing. Their team of beauty experts takes the time to get to know you, your preferences, and your goals so they can provide services that are tailored to you. Whether you’re a lash newbie or a beauty enthusiast, you’ll feel right at home at Lash and Brow Heaven.

Here are just a few reasons why clients keep coming back:

Expertise You Can Trust: The team at Lash and Brow Heaven isn’t just skilled—they’re passionate about what they do. They stay up-to-date with the latest trends and techniques, so you know you’re getting the best possible service every time.

Personalized Attention: No two clients are the same, and the team knows that. They take the time to understand what you want and offer personalized solutions to help you achieve your beauty goals.

Relaxing Environment: Visiting Lash and Brow Heaven is more than just getting a beauty treatment—it’s an experience. The salon is designed to be a peaceful, relaxing space where you can unwind and treat yourself. It’s your time to escape from the daily grind and focus on you.

If you’re in Baldivis, Australia, and looking for a beauty salon that truly understands how to make you feel beautiful, Lash and Brow Heaven is the place to be. Whether you’re after luxurious lashes, perfectly sculpted brows, or just some much-needed pampering, they’ve got the skills and expertise to make it happen. Visit Lash and Brow Heaven today and discover why it’s quickly becoming the go-to beauty destination in Baldivis!

[ashleygrams]

It was time for an updated makeup routine you guys... thank you @maryphillips for blessing us with your technique!

I used:

- @augustinusbader moisturizer

- @makeupbymario contour stick

- @kosas concealer

- @westmanatelier foundation drops

- @saiebeauty setting powder

- @saiebeauty sun melt bronzer

- @anastasiabeverlyhills brow pencil

- @fentybeauty highlight stick

- @tower28beauty cheek + lip color

- @kosas mascara on the top

- @glossier mascara on the bottom

🤍

[littlequeenies]

Though for daytime Kim loves trousers and super shirts, for dressy or evening dates she likes to be softly feminine. Here she chooses soft-touch Angora. Turquoise dress with striped sleeves, 12 gns., and matching sleeveless, striped, long waistcoat, 11 gns. It’s all part of a five-piece set by Gladrags, including some super trousers, and each piece can be bought separately. It’s the collector’s item of the season! — Accessory-wise, Kim’s gone overboard for the crochet or knitted beret and scarf look, and has chosen here (far left) pale turquoise Angora beret and scarf from Gladrags (both 3 gns.). — Shoes and handbags are an important part of her wardrobe, too, and she chooses these chunky two tone shoes from Ravel, 99s. 11d., with a large matching shoulder-strap bag, 69s., also from Ravel. White beret from Kangol, 9s. 11d. SUE MARSH

Kim Moon Is A Zip Girl Because… she’s been married to a pop star, The Who’s Keith Moon, since she was seventeen years old, and anyone who has ever come into contact with Keith will know that life with such a character could never, for one moment, be dull! — Petite, pretty, twenty-one-year-old Kim met Keith in a Southampton club. And it was four years ago, when they married, that she gave up her modelling career. — Now Kim has her hands full looking after their delightful “butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth” baby girl, three-year-old Mandy. — When she goes shopping, Kim says she often has difficulty finding clothes she not only likes, but which fit her, so she has to compromise and buy stuff she likes when she sees it, otherwise she feels she may not get a second chance when she is looking for it. — A strict upbringing in an Irish convent school has made Kim resentful of restrictions of any kind. Naturally she values her freedom with time and money, and her philosophy is that life is too short to get hung-up on small issues. — One of the hazards of having a pop star for a husband is that he spends a lot of time away from home. Kim admits that there are times when she gets bored with housework and being alone, so she and Mandy stay with friends or have lots of friends stay with them. — “Of course I miss him desperately when he is away,” she said, “but in a way it makes our marriage all the more exciting when he returns.” LINDA NEWMAN

Pretty Kim Moon has been blessed with a fantastic bone structure, but she insists that added contours are vital. — “I’ve gone mad about the shimmery shiny look right now. I emphasise the bones with a super highlighter by Charles of the Ritz and then I do some important face-shaping with something by Eylure, which I believe is really meant as an eye shadow! Still it does the job perfectly and it seems to suit my skin, so I don’t worry. The foundation I use is a lovely frosty liquid by Gala, then I paint glossy lips in one of those red hot colours by Elizabeth Arden. I don’t generally use mascara unless I’m just pottering about the house and haven’t bothered with fake lashes. I think eyes look best with loads and loads of lashes, some super shadow and a little highlighter on the brow bone. Nothing else. I wear lashes by Eylure and I’m crazy about those eye shadows called Innovation by Coty. This one’s Grape, a fabulous colour. —Kim’s hair was very professionally done in a coilly top-knot, but she says she seldom goes to a hair salon. — “I nearly always manage my hair myself. It’s quite long but it’s fairly easy to handle. I wash it regularly and condition it with Lifetex—but if I want it trimmed, I go to Lesley Cavendish.” — With plenty of time on her hands, Kim says she often likes to spend evenings at her dressing table. — I’ve always loved changing my looks around, I get tired of looking the same way too long and I know other people do. So sometimes I have mad evenings when I get all my cosmetics out and experiment with different colours and techniques. I think it’s important for a girl to keep her looks interesting and alive; the same old face too long can be a drag.” — When it comes to the cleanse routine, Kim is another no-soap-and-water follower. — “My Mother taught me never to use soap and water on my face and I never have done. I remove all my eye make-up first with Pond’s Cold Cream and then I cleanse my face with Johnson’s Baby Lotion. My skin is fairly normal and I don’t find I need to use a moisturiser—still, perhaps I will in years to come!” JANICE COLLIER

Source: Rave magazine, September 1969

model Kim Kerrigan (The Who’s drummer Keith Moon’s wife, later the wife of The Small Faces/The Faces keyboardist Ian McLagan) for UK Rave magazine, September issue, 1969

[the-happy-healthy-habits]

Natural Beauty Hacks and Self-Care Practices

In today's fast-paced world, prioritizing self-care is more important than ever. And what better way to pamper yourself than by indulging in natural beauty hacks and self-care practices? From simple DIY remedies to luxurious spa treatments, there's a plethora of options available to enhance your natural beauty and nurture your well-being.

Nourish Your Skin with DIY Face Masks

Treat your skin to some much-needed TLC with nourishing DIY face masks. Whip up a hydrating mask using ingredients like honey, yogurt, and avocado to moisturize and rejuvenate your complexion. For those dealing with oily skin, a clay mask infused with tea tree oil can help control excess oil production and prevent breakouts. Incorporating these homemade treatments into your skincare routine can leave your skin glowing and radiant.

Enhance Your Glow with Natural Makeup Tips

When it comes to makeup, less is often more. Embrace your natural beauty by opting for minimalistic makeup looks that accentuate your features. Swap heavy foundation for a lightweight tinted moisturizer and embrace a fresh-faced appearance. Enhance your eyes with a coat of mascara and define your brows for a polished look that's effortlessly chic. Remember, the key to natural makeup is to enhance your features, not mask them.

Indulge in Relaxing Bath Rituals

Escape the stresses of daily life by indulging in relaxing bath rituals. Add a few drops of essential oils like lavender or eucalyptus to your bathwater to create a soothing atmosphere. Light some candles, play soft music, and allow yourself to unwind as you soak in the warm water. Not only will this help alleviate tension and stress, but it will also leave your skin feeling soft and rejuvenated.

Prioritize Inner Beauty with Mindfulness Practices

True beauty radiates from within, so don't forget to prioritize your inner well-being. Incorporate mindfulness practices such as meditation and deep breathing exercises into your daily routine to cultivate inner peace and tranquility. Take time to connect with yourself, reflect on your emotions, and practice gratitude for the blessings in your life. Nurturing your inner beauty is just as important as caring for your outward appearance.

Considerations for Advanced Treatments like BOTOX

While natural beauty practices are wonderful for maintaining a healthy glow, some individuals may choose to explore advanced treatments like BOTOX to address specific concerns. BOTOX injections can help reduce the appearance of fine lines and wrinkles, providing a smoother and more youthful-looking complexion. However, it's essential to consult with a qualified healthcare professional to determine if BOTOX is the right option for you and to ensure safe and effective treatment.

[blushbeautyempire]

Elevate Your Look with Lash Extensions and Brow Tinting at Blush Beauty Empire in Warners Bay

At Blush Beauty Empire, we understand that beauty is more than skin deep—it’s about feeling fabulous and confident in your own skin. Nestled in the heart of Warners Bay, our beauty salon offers top-tier aesthetic treatments including lash extensions Warners Bay and lash and brow tinting Warners Bay. Whether you’re looking to enhance your natural beauty or preparing for a special event, our expert stylists are here to help you shine.

Transformative Lash Extensions in Warners Bay

Dreaming of fluttery, voluminous lashes without the hassle of mascara? Our lash extensions Warners Bay service is the perfect solution. Using only the highest quality materials, our experienced lash artists meticulously apply individual extensions to each of your natural lashes, creating a seamless and stunning look. Whether you prefer a subtle enhancement or dramatic glamour, we tailor each session to meet your desires and ensure a spectacular result that lasts.

Perfect Your Brows with Lash and Brow Tinting in Warners Bay

Brows frame your face, but not everyone is blessed with perfectly defined arches. That’s where our lash and brow tinting Warners Bay services come in. A quick visit to Blush Beauty Empire can transform your brows and lashes from lackluster to luscious. Our tinting process is designed to give you a fuller, more defined look that enhances your natural beauty. It's quick, easy, and an absolute game changer for your beauty routine.

Why Choose Blush Beauty Empire?

At Blush Beauty Empire, we believe in providing exceptional beauty services that make you look and feel your best. Our stylists are highly trained professionals passionate about beauty and dedicated to achieving the perfect look for each client. We prioritize your safety and comfort, using only the best products and techniques in a welcoming, relaxing environment.

Book Your Appointment Today!

Ready to transform your lashes and brows? Visit our website at Blush Beauty Empire to learn more about our services and book your appointment online. Whether it's for lash extensions or brow tinting, let us help you enhance your natural beauty at Blush Beauty Empire, your premier destination for beauty treatments in Warners Bay.

Experience the magic of professional lash and brow services at Blush Beauty Empire—where beauty meets perfection.