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love by listening | daemon targaryen

Description: Daemon Targaryen goes rogue after his wedding to Lady Rhea Royce, unwilling to consummate the marriage. He finds peace in a Dornish tavern. You meet him in said tavern, and quickly become close friends. You share an adventure. Both unaware that the other person is nobility.

graphics from @saradika-graphics

Pairing: princess of dorne!reader/daemon targaryen

Warning: brief making love (not sex, making love)

A/N: I wanted it to give Dunk and Egg vibes. Reader is bubbly and talkative/has her own ambitions. She does what she wants bcs she's all about that high life. Set in Dorne + young daemon targaryen. open ending.

Daemon didn't believe in gods. He doesn't care about the punishment he'll be given after this. A few hours ago, he was forced to go through the wedding with Lady Rhea Royce. In his opinion, she was not an attractive bride. She was lucky to have come from nobility for she had a basic peasant bitch face.

Despite her odd looks, benevolent Daemon still went through with the marriage. He held his tongue, wanted to make his brother proud - but then they started talking about the bedding ceremony, and Daemon knew that he had to get the hell away from there.

Where did that bring him?

To Caraxes, to flying towards Dorne - and drinking inside of a tavern.

"It's the first time I've seen a foreigner in these parts." your voice breaks him free from his thoughts. He was about to swat you away, but a single look at your face changed his mind.

Beautiful.

There were a lot of pretty maidens in Dorne - but you were one of the most beautiful ones so far. "I did not bring any gold." he warned, under the impression that you were a whore. "Gods, I have no intention of fucking you." you lied, quickly sitting beside him.

"The first time I saw a cock. It was disgusting. I actually vowed to only fuck women after that." you smiled at the memory. Reaching for his ale, and taking a drink of it. "- I suppose I never upheld that promise. Women are beautiful but we are too wet for my taste. Men are just lovely and dry, and they are easier to toy with." you giggle.

He could smell the alcohol on your breath.

You were the first maiden he's seen to speak in that manner. He wonders if the maidens back home are like this too, if it weren't for archaic beliefs silencing their true thoughts. Dorne was a magical fucking place. It was how the rest of the six kingdoms needed to be.

"Why are you talking to me?" he asks, his face stoic just in case you had some tricks up your sleeve.

"Well, you are alone." you pointed out. "- and I am alone. Shouldn't two vagabonds protect each other?" you tilted your head.

"What makes you think that I am alone?" he inquires.

"I've been watching you for quite some time now, love. Are you going to give me your name?" you asked in return, continuing to stare deep into his purple eyes - drawing him closer like a siren to the waves. "I'd like to remain an enigma." he answers, matching your mysteriousness.

He finds himself hypnotized by your eyes. Eyes that were lined with kohl. "I won't share my name too, to be fair." you smiled, and now his attention was drawn towards your lips. Stained red with rouge.

The tension between you was palpable. He felt like a moth to a flame. Allured by this beautiful fire. Leaving only one question in his head: will he burn? Fire cannot harm a dragon. He reminds.

His hands reached for the small of your waist. A sudden boldness. He plays with the textured embroidery of your tunic. Pulling you closer to his body, until you were almost sitting on his lap.

"What will I call you?" he frowned, teasing you.

"Think of something witty." you insisted, fingers dancing along the details of his clothed tunic.

"Gevives, then." he settles on a suitable name. "I am relieved that you find me beautiful, love." you laugh, hands trailing upwards to his collar - pulling him closer until your lips were bridged together.

He melts into the kiss, hands firmly wrapped around your waist. He'd be so easy to poison. But alas, you weren't here to kill him.

He presses you against your bed - the first time he's felt lust in a while. If this was going to be a one-time thing, then he'll be thinking about you until the day he died. He's already placed this encounter in his three best fucks. The way that you looked beneath him, he can almost see himself thirty years later still jerking off to you.

You are fucking beautiful.

Naked - and vulnerable against him.

His hands danced along the curve of your waist, delighted at the smoothness of your skin. You reach for his face, cupping his cheek tenderly - staring at him with fascination. "You are so beautiful, like an illusion." you whispered in a voice that makes him want to sleep.

He positions his member at the entrance of your core.

"So good," you cooed - feeling him begin to thrust. You continued staring at each other, that connection remained unbreakable. "Keep going," you whispered, he couldn't help but smile. So talkative, even when making sweet love. "Gevie," he smiles.

Daemon wakes up to the feeling of light on his exposed skin. He lets out a yawn, rubbing his eyes so it adjusts to the brightness of the room quicker. He takes a deep breath - as he remembers what happened last night.

Last night, he fucked a goddess.

He turns to look at your sleeping form.

Beautiful even when sleeping, he thought.

He was thankful that he commanded Caraxes to return to the Red Keep.

He had no responsibility. None but you.

"Good morrow," you greeted, voice still hoarse from last night. "Good morrow," he responds, wrapping his arms around your waist. This type of touch was foreign to him. He's never wrapped his arms around someone after making love.

It felt domestic. Like how marriage was supposed to be.

"I suppose this is where our paths diverge." he says, unwilling to sound needy. But in actuality, he never wants to leave. He wants to stay like this forever. Inside of an inn, with his arms wrapped around the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Not so soon. I think we should still walk together." you hum, pulling him closer to your body until he was laying on your chest.

"I've made the observation that you have a lot of time on your hands." you breathed, his ears pressed against your chest - listening to your heartbeat.

"Your observation is correct." he confirms.

He had the face of a dangerous man. It was a risk to be in a stranger's company, but your heart told you that he could be trusted. He felt like you - exactly like you.

You kept staring at his body. His toned muscles and broad shoulder. "Are you a knight?" you asked, reminded of the tourney in Starfall.

"I am," he answers truthfully, praying that it was something that you liked about men.

"There is a tournament in Starfall. The prize is a dragon egg." you informed, mind already focused towards the next adventure.

"I shall win a dragon egg for you, then." he announces. He finds no harm in having a little adventure with a maiden. He has won all the tourneys he's attended, after all. "Really? I wanted to steal it." you say.

He responds with a chuckle, pushing a strand of your hair away from your face. How dare you steal his heart. "Why steal it when you can have it fair and square?" he asked teasingly.

You continued staring at his face, a look that was indescribable. "I like the sound of that," you smile - pressing a kiss to his jaw.

Ashara's lips pressed into a thin line. "What god has possessed you to bring a man inside of Starfall?" she scolded, leading you and Daemon towards a secluded part of the tourney. "He is my paramour." you announce, your grip remains firm on his hand.

"Your father will kill him." she says plainly. "- a Targaryen bastard, a scandal waiting to emerge." she scoffs.

Daemon's expression softens, quickly turning into amusement.

Do they all believe me to be a bastard? Apologies, I am legitimate, he thinks, but he decides to bite those words back, lest he be sent back to the Red Keep.

"I did not come here as my father's daughter. I came here under a disguise." you reminded, pulling the grey hood up until it was hiding your face. "You shouldn't have come here, anyways. You'll get me into trouble with mine own father." she glared at you.

"I'm sorry Ashara but we won't be bothering you. We merely want to join the tourney and win the dragon-egg." you say out loud, but she silences you with a finger to your lips.

"The prize remains a mystery to those in the audience. Only the competitors truly know. The Targaryens will be furious, we will be answered with fire and blood." Ashara reminds and you nod silently.

"- I'm sorry, I'll stay out of your way. I promise. Now, can you please lead us to the tents?" you ask and the other woman nods, pointing at the white tents in the far distance.

"Thank you," you smile politely - still holding his hand and dragging him to the direction of the other knights.

You paid a squire a decent amount of money to use their armor. Daemon was quick to wear it, but he still missed his sword. The Dark Sister, previously wielded by Queen Visenya. "I've never fought against this much Dornish men before." he breathes.

He had his experience fighting a few of them. They were good warriors, though not good enough to defeat him. "We fight like rattlesnakes, that's what my father always says." you say, placing the last piece of his armor on his body.

"You haven't been here for that long, huh?" you made another observation, and he nods. Though he still keeps his identity a secret.

"I grew up in Kingslanding. My mother died giving birth, and my father died of a burst belly." he chuckles - laughing his sorrows away.

"Prince Baelon is your father." you say with certainty, piecing the information together. "- he would've made a wonderful King." you add, basing off the stories that your father shared.

"I think it is your turn to speak about your past, gevives. And I've spent enough time around you to understand that you aren't lowborn." he urges while adjusting his straps.

"How did you come to that understanding?" you inquired, curious of his way of thinking.

His hands danced along your exposed arm.

"Your skin is smooth like silk." he says, like he was praying. His hands trailed upwards, until his fingers were on your chin. "- and you take good care of your beauty." he finishes - and he stops touching you.

"My father is a nobleman. I am his youngest child, the only daughter after six boys. Which means that I've been exposed to leeches using me ever since I was born. I ran away from them. I can't trust anyone, but I think I can trust you." you reveal pieces of your past to him, unwilling to give him the full information.

He was the first person that called you beautiful without knowledge of your vast fortune. And now he was here, promising to win a tourney just so you'd see a dragon-egg for the first time.

"Six brothers, like the princess of dorne." he teases.

"Mhm," you hummed - freezing.

"Ser, get ready." a squire peeks his head through the tent. Daemon stands up, and offers his hand for you take - helping you stand up.

"Thank you," you smile, regaining your composure.

"I promise to win, my lady." he places a kiss on the back of your hand.

Daemon won the tourney with ease, any knight that dared to fight against him didn't even last five minutes. All of his fights ended the same. He'd strike them down, the opponent would be on the ground and Daemon would only look to the next competitor.

You continued watching him.

Observing every little thing that he's doing. It was evident that there was a piece of the puzzle that you haven't solved yet. A knight as skilled as him should be renowned, and yet the only information you have on him - is that he is the bastard son of Prince Baelon.

He was an interesting mystery.

"The winner of our tourney, Ser..." Ashara rises, only beginning to realize that none of them knew the name of this skilled knight. Your best friend turns to look at you, but you answer with a shrug. It was a little game between you and Daemon - neither one knowing that the other one's real name is.

"Ser Daemon," he opened his mouth - meeting your gaze.

He added the last piece of the puzzle, and your face was struck with eureka. Prince Daemon Targaryen, you thought immediately. "Congratulations, Ser Daemon. Please claim your prize behind the tents." Ashara nodded.

"The audience was complaining, the tourney wasn't entertaining for them." you open the conversation, stepping foot inside of the tent. "I suppose it isn't entertaining when only one person wins." you smirk.

He holds the dragon-egg in his hands. "I promised that I'd win." he answers, patting the empty space beside him. "Here's your dragon-egg, my lady." he chuckles. You gladly sit beside him, laying your head on his shoulder and marveling at the beauty of the egg.

"You are Prince Daemon Targaryen." you announced, confirming your previous suspicions. "I am," he finds himself unable to lie.

"- I think it is only fair that I know your name too, my lady." he adds.

An amused smile paints your lips.

"I am Princess (Your Name) Martell. I can't believe that we meet under these circumstances." you laugh.

A prince and a princess meeting inside of a tavern instead of a castle. Even beginning to fall in love without the pressure of their respective kingdoms. It was something out of a fable.

Daemon reaches for your hand, placing it on top of the dragon-egg. "It is an honor to meet you, my princess." he acknowledges.

[lemmesayimyourbiggestfan]

Make me

Sirius Black x fem!reader

in which James planned you a blind date with your nemesis

requests are open!

word count: 2,1k

warnings: language, drinking

...

"I'm so tired of all the boys. I swear, there is not even one normal man here in Hogwarts." you grumbled despairingly as you landed on the couch in the common room next to James.

"Oh sweetheart, so I take it the date didn't go as planned?" he chuckled.

You covered your face with your hands and loudly exhaled.

"Well, we did go to Hogsmeade but instead of Honeydukes he took me to Scrivenshaft's quill shop. Stop laughing, this isn't even the worst part. He then kept blabbering on about some new type of rainbow ink that he, in his own words, just has to buy."

At least James tried to not laugh as much as he desired to, though you wouldn't blame him - because what the actual fuck.

"Oh, I just love hearing of your escapades, Y/N. Such a shame, though; me and Lily are desperate to find another couple to go on double dates with." he smiled while pouting his lips mockingly. You punched his arm with surprising strenght.

"Just no more guys like Mr. Rainbow Ink, please." you laughed.

James looked as if he wasthinking of something and after a moment of silence, his whole face lit up and you knew that whatever he thought of was no good.

"Just leave it to me, 'kay? I'll find the perfect guy for you and arrange a blind date."

"Fuck no." you said immediately, knowing that James would singlehandedly mess up.

"No, no, just hear me out, okay? I will take this job seriously, in my own interest. I promise not to make a joke out of it."

You rolled your eyes in answer but didn't argue further.

"Plus, I think I have the perfect candidate."

At that moment, you should've already known that something will go really, really wrong.

...

Three days later, James already had everything planned out and was nearly jumping with excitement. Well, you didn't really share that feeling. But for some reason, seeing your childhood bestfriend so invested in finding you the best match made you soften and not argue that much.

"You know that this Friday is the Celestial ball, right? So, your date will pick you up at five and please, dress nicely so he doesn’t change his mind. Yeah, that's probably all you need to know." he gave you a wicked grin.

"Why the secrecy?" you raised an eyebrow at your friend.

"Nothing, just making sure it's an unfiltered experience for you."

“At least if he turns out to be another idiot, I have an excuse to get hammered.” you grinned.

“That’s the spirit!” James bumped your shoulder excitedly and you couldn’t help but smile at his childish happiness.

But when you tried to think of even a single person with whom he would set you up, your mind went blank.

Who are you gonna be, stranger?

…

In preparation of the upcoming ball, Lily and Dorcas braided your hair into a sort of messy half-up-half-down hairstyle and you girls shared quite a laugh when they tried to get you into your very - very - tight dress.

With your black high-heels on, you examined yourself in the mirror. Your Y/H/C hair looked so sexy tied liked that and you decided to go with the same messy vibe regarding your whole look. From the smudged black kohl lining your eyes and the bold dark-red lipstick to your floor length burgundy dress with black lace adoring its edges. Oh, it might have been just a bit too slutty for such an occasion, but you didn't mind at all. You and Marlene always enjoyed wearing things just a smudge out of pocket.

You also liked shy boys stuttering when they looked at you. You hoped your escort would be one of those. You grinned at the thought and left your room with a light step.

"I see you take this date seriously." James nodded at you approvingly as he watched you approach him in front of the Great Hall.

"Yeah, yeah, dream all you want." you rolled your eyes. "Where is he?"

"Darling, getting all pretty and dressed up for me today, aren't you?" a voice purred behind you and it affected you in the same way a bucket of icy water would.

Oh no. Oh fuck no.

"Are you fucking serious?" you gritted your teeth at James and he paled when he saw the murderous look on your face. He better.

"Darling, he’s with Lily, remember? He wouldn’t be fucking me. But you, on the other hand… You know how my usual dates go."

You turned to face that ridiculously handsome face of Sirius Black. That fucker was you nemesis since the moment he saw you on the Hogwarts Express sharing a booth with James. It didn’t matter to you that James found a guy bestfriend – you were okay with sharing the same pedestal with another – but Sirius, on the other hand, just purely despised you for it. So after two yers of trying to settle this tension between you two, you gave up and started to treat him the same way he did.

And that nickname, that god-forsaken nickname; it drove you crazy and you both knew it.  

”I’m not spending even a second of my time on this… existence.” You spat at James instead, wisely ignoring that egoistic shit and silencing all your witty retorts. In your fourth year, you once wrote an entire list of those retorts, spending all your nights sitting crouched over that one piece of paper with anger flowing freely in your veins.

Obsessed much? a small voice in your head whispered.

“I think that if you give this a chance-“

“No. Fucking. Way.”

“Angry already, darling?” Sirius purred and your knuckles turned white from you trying so hard not to break his perfect nose.

“Wipe that smirk off of your face before I do it for you.” You have been such a fool for trusting James to do just one thing right. Now you would do anything to be here with any of the guys you were previously complaining about. But instead, you were left with the only person you truly hated. So much for an unfiltered experience.

“Oh, are you gonna kiss me, Y/N?” Sirius smiled even wider.

“This was probably not a good idea.” proclaimed Lily as she approached you three.

“Probably not.” James nervously tugged at his hair.

You and Sirius were just staring daggers at each other. And after deciding this staring contest was fucking ridiculous, you just turned on your heel and began walking back up the stairs.

“Oh, darling, leaving so soon?” Sirius shouted at you and every head in the hallway turned your way. You turned around and bared your teeth at him, not caring that you probably looked like a wild animal.

“Stop fucking calling me that.” Your voice was cold as you took the tree steps it took to reach him. Even though Sirius was towering over you, you felt as if you were looking down your nose at him.

“What, darling?” he puffed, one corner of his lips turning up. He was toying with you, you knew it. And you hated that he knew it, too.

“Yes.”

“Or what?” Sirius stepped closer and you felt the tips of your shoes touching his. With every rise of your chest you could feel the fabric of his shirt.

Before you could say anything back (which would be hard because, apparently, your mind just went blank at Sirius’ closeness), James tugged at your elbow and walked you to an alcove nearby.

“What the fuck, James?” you spat at his accusingly. He winced at your words as if you had hit him.

“I just- Well, I don’t have to justify my gut feeling to you, but I think you guys should get over your hating phase and start acknowledging the chemistry between you two,” he whisled slowly at that, “So please, hate me all you want tomorrow. But tonight, just give him a chance.”

You looked over his shoulder back to Sirius. He was talking to Lily and it wasn’t a smirk on his face but a soft smile that has not even once been aimed at you. That fact made you queasy. You knew he wasn’t always an asshole – it was only in your presence that he got so riled up. But, you thought, it would be nice to be smiled at just like that.

“Okay. But just tonight.” You were surprised by your own words. Were you an idiot for saying that? You didn’t know.

“Thanks,” James sighed, relief lacing his words. He took your elbow again and brought you back to the group.

“I’m gonna get myself a drink. Maybe two.”

Lily giggled at James’ words and grabbed onto his arm and the two of them hurriedly left. That meant you and Sirius were left alone, which was very, very dangerous. You started walking to the bar without looking back at your escort, because all you really needed at that moment was a strong ass drink.

“Firewhiskey, right?” Sirius asked you when he caught up to you. No matter how fast you tried to go, he infuriatingly and casually kept his pace next to you.

You raised an eyebrow at him. In answer, he shrugged. “I just know.”

You tried to shake off the feeling that embraced you after realizing he somehow knew your favourite hard liquor.

 You also didn’t know how to react to the fact that Sirius paid for his and your drinks that some students smuggled into the party for a laughably ridiculous price.

As he handed the cold glass to you, your fingers touched, just barely. You told yourself your heartbeat was quick because of your temper, no other reasons.

“I don’t think you realize just how angry you make me.” You smirked ironically at Sirius, the alcohol already burning sweetly in your throat.

“I have that much of an effect on you? I should be flattered.” Sirius retorted. But it was not an angry answer, just…. A playful one. And you had no idea what to do with that.

“Don’t think you’re all that, Sirius.” You rolled your eyes. “Should I ckeck for a poisoned drink? Or a love potion?”

You knew you were dancing on the edge of a very sharp knife. But somehow, that made it much more fun.

“Don’t think of me so poorly, darling. As if I needed a love potion to get you on your knees and beg.”

“In your dreams, Black.”

“Yes, in my dreams, darling.”

You froze at that. Was he actually impying he dreamt about you being on your knees, begging before him? But of course he did, that arrogant prick. He always had to feel superior.

But that didn’t stop the blood from seeping into your cheeks - but you blamed your blush on the firewhiskey.

So in answer you just took another sip of your drink. Were you an idiot for flirting with him? But were all those quarells of your shared pasts actually any different from flirting? You’ve never been so confused.

“You really aren’t making this any easier.” Sirius mumbled but instead of your eyes he looked around the room. Thank Merlin the music was so loud that any awkward silences were swallowed up by it.

“As if you are?” His eyes met yours and you had to fight the instinct to fight with him, to get closer to yell at him - or get closer to kiss him?

Instead you got yourself another drink, just so you could do something with your hands.

“Slow down, tiger. Didn’t think you actually hated my presence so much you would rather get hammered.” Sirius mockingly frowned and before you could react, he snatched the glass from your hand.

“Give it back, you little fucker.” You growled and tried clawing at his raised arm. But he was a lot taller than you and to be honest, your attempts were just meaningless.

“Make me.” And maybe it was that crooked smile of his, or how good he looked in his suit or how soft his hair looked in the dim lights, that made you reach on your toes and kiss his infuriating dirty mouth that made you want to combust most of the time.

How was it possible that his lips were so intoxicating but the words that usually came out of it were so infurating?

But you forbid yourself to think of all those things. Instead you now easily reached for his hand and grasped your glass, snatching it from Sirius’ weakening grip.

“Made you.” You smiled. The bewildered look on his face was worth it. “I didn’t fluster you, did I?”

Sirius gave a startled laugh. “You clever little vicious thing.”

And he leaned into you, his nose touching yours, your breaths mingling. “Now do it again.”

[jake-g-lockley]

Hiya :3

I’ve never done a request before so I thought it might be fun

Maybe you could write a Din Djarin short where the reader had to intervene in a fight on his behalf and Din is furious because the reader could have been killed and lashed out causing the reader to run off and he’s been looking for them ever since?

Also they haven’t admitted that they have feelings for each other yet so there’s another scoop of angst for ya hahaha

To Their Heart’s Content (Din Djarin x reader)

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A/N: *crack knuckles* MISS MA'AM I HAVE JUST THE THING OMG. I hope you like it <3 and thank you for the ask, I had fun writing this!!! Warnings: Angst, yelling, Din being Din. Word Count: 1.4k

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Din’s POV “Din, you do not give babies explosives unsupervised!” you squealed as you grabbed onto the explosive that Grogu had been proudly showing off to you. 

Once you had set the explosive safely aside, you giggled as you chased Grogu around the ship’s hull, laughing aloud as you tackled the child into your arms. 

The memory of your laugh pulled Din Djarin away from the focus of flying through the dizzying depths of space. Nothing had sounded closer to music to his ears. But now it was just a distant memory, a memory that he had been trying to chase. 

You had always been the chatty one, and he had always listened to you. He could spend hours listening to your talk about the most random thing, and you wouldn’t know that he also spent those hours staring into your eyes. 

Your gaze was always sharp, as if you had lined your eyes with glass instead of dark kohl. They sparkled with irresistible charm, glowing brightly whenever you star gazed while he flew the ship. Din would feel his skin grow hot wherever you would glance, not in pain or agony but as if he was being bathed by warm sunlight. You were like a cup of caf, the first taste always being bitter. But when you came around to him, your boldness and brightness took over his entire senses, kickstarting a whole new beginning for him. You had a fullness in your body and a richness in your soul that drew him towards you, almost connecting you to him.

“Don’t go too far, kar'ta!” Din yelled out before he could stop himself as he watched you and Grogu skip through the meadow. You had seen the meadow as Din flew above it and you insisted on flying down, to pick some flowers to make flower crowns. The second he touched down, you had flipped your extra long curls and a beautiful scent of nova lilies flooded all his senses, knocking him out cold. 

Kar'ta

Din doubted you understood what he called you. You’d give him a head tilt and smile at his sudden use of Mando’a. He couldn’t help himself, for you were his kar'ta, his heart. It was at that moment, when he watched as you picked his kid up and spun him around, where the doom settled at the pit of his stomach, and he knew that he couldn’t live without you. 

The scene in his mind drastically changed and blaster shots echoed in his head as the imagery of the wreaked marketplace appeared. Din had been fighting 5 to 1 and was already kneeling in pain from the poisoned cut. You lept in front of him, and Din yelled out as the enemy’s blade slashed a cut into your arm. Din heard you scream as his world plunged into darkness. 

The scene changes again and Din is knocking away a bowl of porridge that you had offered to him the second he had come to. 

“Din, I-”

“You could have gotten yourself killed!” he yelled through his helmet, barricading you with his large frame.

“I knew what I was doing!” you yelled back, pushing your hands at his armour but he didn’t budge an inch. “You could’ve been dead if I didn’t step in! Who do you think dragged you all the way back here?”

The Mandalorian went quiet, but you stared at him through his helmet, glowering at him as tears flowed from your beautiful eyes. 

“I. Don’t. Care. Next time, stay out of my way.” he huffed, turning away from you.

“There isn’t going to be a next time, Mandalorian.” 

Your words rang clear in Din’s head as time froze around him, except for the frantic movement of your body around the hull of his ship, grabbing at your belongings. You left that night and Din was hellbent in wanting to go and search for you but he couldn’t move a muscle. His pride overtook the feelings he had for you and he couldn’t go after you, not after how he treated you.

The kid’s soft whining brought Din back to the present and he unscrewed the metal ball off one of the levers and handed it to him

“Don’t worry, little one, we almost found her.” he said softly, rubbing Grogu’s head as he gazed at the planet before him

Your POV

You rubbed the pendant around the neck between your fingers as you breathed in the fresh air around you. As evening approaches, the lake mirrors the fiery colours of the sunset, transforming into a molten pool of oranges, pinks, and purples that blend seamlessly with the twilight sky. Your chickens cooed and you smiled at them before shutting your eyes and letting your memories overpower you. 

You missed your mystery Mandalorian, you dreamed of him and recently you had his voice in your head. You wanted to go back, and you wished you didn’t make such a harsh decision to leave him, to leave Grogu. You hugged yourself as the wind blew gently and you swayed, re-imagining that one day that Din had gained the courage to slow dance with you in a bar after you teased him a bunch. “Big man like you never danced with a lady before?” you chuckled as Din’s hand gripped yours a little tighter. “Never with a lady as annoying as you.” he huffed, his nerves pulling at his edges, but you smiled at him nevertheless.

You never knew what he hid under that helmet of his and you never asked because he never pried into your past either. As much as you tried to bury those memories deep down, they always clawed their way back to the surface, haunting your thoughts in the quietest moments. The ache in your chest seemed insatiable, a constant reminder of what once was and what could have been. You found yourself tracing his silhouette in the crowd, hoping against hope for a glimpse, only to recoil at the pain of realisation.

Each day felt like a battle against your own heart, struggling to resist the urge to reach out, to feel the warmth of his presence beside you. The weight of unspoken words hung heavy between you, a silent testament to the distance that had grown. You yearned to break the silence, to shatter the wall that kept you apart, yet fear gripped you tightly, whispering tales of rejection and loss.

In the solitude of sleepless nights, memories played like a relentless movie reel, tormenting you with what could have been said, what might have changed if only you had been brave enough. The ache became a part of you, a raw, tender spot that refused to heal. You masked your longing with a smile, but behind it lay a river of unshed tears, a testament to the depth of your unspoken emotions.

You wanted nothing more than to forget, to move on from the phantom of his touch and the echo of his voice in your mind. Yet, his presence lingered in every corner of your world, a ghost you couldn't exorcise. Each step forward felt like a betrayal of the memories you held dear, a struggle against the pull of a love that refused to fade.

But amidst the pain and longing, a glimmer of hope flickered—a hope that one day, the ache would soften, that you could remember without the sting, that you could find peace in letting go. Until then, you held onto the fragments of what once was, whispering silent prayers to the universe to grant you the strength to heal, to forgive, and to find solace in the sweet agony of a heart that dared to love deeply, despite the pain.

You wished you held your awkward Mandalorian a little tighter, a little longer after the music ended, but here you were standing by your cottage as the air became cool and fragrant with the scent of wildflowers that lulls the world into a peaceful slumber, all alone. “Swapped out the battle armour for chickens, kar'ta?”

You took a deep breath and felt your own heart quicken, the voice reverberating around you too sound for it to be coming from your head. A tear slipped from your eyes as you closed them, your heart finally joining with its lost one as the sound of heavy boots on dirt met your ears. 

Translation: Kar'ta: Mando’a for heart

Kohl: Ancient eye cosmetic

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[totothewolff]

The Speed Game of Love

Toto x reader | comedy, crack humor (RuPaul's Drag Race bang), romance, fluff.

Summary: Three fierce queens will race for your love, but only one will win your heart. Could it be the spicy Carla LaTurbo Slayz, the fierce Adore D. Hammer, or the queen of England herself, GiGi Reigns? Or maybe that sexy host could get some! Hosted by the hot and only Toto Wolff. Author's note: It's short and fun. Y/N has the hots for Toto, as usual. Who doesn't?! Enjoy! Let me know your thoughts or if you have an idea, here I am."

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From the racing capital of the world is The Speed Game of Love.

And here is your host...

The hot and only Toto Wolff.

(Opening music plays, and the camera pans over the bright and sparkling stage. Toto Wolff is standing there in fullness, tallness, and hotness, just a few steps away from you. As you peek in from behind the entrance, he is looking as sexy as you expected that man to be, dressed in a sluty tight suit, his eyes set on you for a brief second making your knees and other regions jiggle as he starts the show).

"Welcome to the Speed Game of Love. I'm your hot, I mean host! Toto Wolff." he winks at you before moving to his mark at the cue.

(Cheers, gaps, and a loud moan come from the sound effect console as Toto passes a hand on his hair and smiles big and bright straight at the pro camera).

"Let's meet tonight's lucky heartracers!" he gestures with both arms to his left.

(Cut to a shot of the competitors, each one dressed in their best sickening drag looks, all sitting in white bar stool chairs next to each other)

"It's the Queen of tracks! And hearts! Adore D. Hammer!" Toto approaches a fierce-looking queen. "Ready to smash some?" Toto raises his eyebrows as he asks.

"Oh, dear, I'm more than keen for some hammer time!" Adore answers, thrusting with her hips slowly.

She's rocking a sparkly, sluty version of the iconic jumpsuit in neon yellow and black from MC Hammer's iconic "U Can't Touch This" music video, but cinched for the gods along with really high-platform sneakers.

The jumpsuit is embellished with rhinestones and sequins that shimmer and shine under the stage lights. Adore's dreadlocks hung loose around her ears but with a glamorous, over-the-top twist.

Her makeup is bold and bright, with bold eyeliner, vibrant eyeshadow, and a shining golden lip. Her skin is glowing with a subtle shimmery highlight that makes her look like she just stepped out of a disco ball.

Toto gives her a chuckle before moving along.

"Next, Carla LaTurbo Slayz!" He strolls to her, mic in hand. "Miss Turbo, I heard you got some horsepower tonight! How are you, honey?"

(After he asks the question, a loud moan is heard as a sound effect).

"I'm 'fuel'-tastic, Toto!" she blows a kiss to the camera and shows some lil' leg.

She's rocking a stunning, one-shoulder gown made from the finest silk in a rich, jewel-toned red that evokes the majestic flamenco dancers of Andalusia. The dress is fitted and figure-hugging, accentuating her curves in all the right places.

Her hair is a masterpiece; a few strategically placed braids and hairpins add a touch of Andalusian flair.

Her eyes are lined with bold, black kohl and smudged with shimmery gold eyeshadow to create a sultry, seductive gaze. Her lips are painted a deep, crimson red. Her accessories are chunky gold jewelry.

"Up next, it's GiGi Reigns. Is Your Highness ready to conquer this race?" Toto turns to her, bowing first.

"Keen to have a smooth pit stop and a great finish!" an old lady's voice with a thick Windsor accent answers.

She is rocking a look that's equal parts regal and ridiculous. She's donning a velvet-trimmed corset and hoop skirt that's so big it requires its own zip code.

The skirt is a riot of colors, with florals and patterns. GiGi's hair is a marvel; think Elizabeth I's famous ruff but on steroids! Her locks are styled in towering curls that resemble a pompadour.

Her makeup is a masterpiece of over-the-top opulence. Layers of foundation, blush, and powder are applied with the precision of the era, but they make her look old, really old, with wrinkles adorning her features.

Her accessories are an array of fake pearls that look like they belong on the Queen herself.

"Let's start your engines! Close that pit wall!" Toto instructs as the obstructing divider slides from the wall. It looks exactly like a pit wall fence but glamorous, all in metallic pink, blocking the view from both sides.  

As you are about to enter the stage, an empty, small white podium is waiting for you.

"Our wag tonight is from (Y/N's City/Country). Meet (Y/N's profession/studies), Y/N, Y/LN!" Toto introduces you as you step in, smiling at him.

"Mmm, you look good!" Toto runs his eyes all over your body as he approaches you and offers a hand to help you step on the podium.

You feel the heat instantly.

"What brings you smoking gear around here? Did your engine overheat?" Toto addresses you, starting to lean closer to you.

"I'm just looking for touch at this point!" you answer, plain and honest.

(Aww noises come from the sound effect panel).

"Uhmmhu!" Toto gets closer to you than his mark on the floor suggests. He gestures to you to articulate more as he stands by your side, slowly sliding a hand down on your back.

How you react to his touch makes him smile naughtily.

In between a nervous giggle, you explain: "I tried the apps and whatnot, but nothing worked, so my friends suggested I come here to speed up the process. You know, to look for something accelerated, fast-paced." You wink at him, gaining confidence, feeling his eyes traveling down your lips and neck.

"Oh, so you like it fast-paced? Who doesn't like to get their flag chequered hard!" Toto keeps your game of innuendos, flirting with you along.

You nod and bite your lip; he arches his eyebrow slightly.

"Then, you came to the right place!" his voice is deep, and he flexes his arm so you can enjoy the view of his muscles as Toto grabs his mic. "So, Y/N, here's how the game works: You ask the heartracers some questions, and they will try to win this lap for your heart with their answers. When the time runs out, you choose who steps into your podium. Are you ready to race?"

"I AM!" you feel pumped up!

(Engine noises are heard in the studio, indicating the start of the lap).

You read one of your cue cards. "Heartracer number one, finish the following sentence: If I was your car to run me on a race, you would leave me (blank...) at the end."

"In desperate need of a new set of wheels. Oh! I would run you relentlessly from one side of the circuit to the other!" Adore answers, jumping on her feet and doing the iconic MC Hammer moves, passing by in front of the other contestants.

You laugh and nod at the excellent answer. "And you, number two?"

"I would leave you revving for more! You would want me to run you down over and over again around these corners." LaTurbo answers with a very sexual voice, sliding her hand all over her body curves.

"And you, madam, number three?" you ask.

"At the finish line... eventually! I'm a lady of a certain age, darling." GiGi Reigns' elderly voice answers, making you and Toto burst into giggles.

"If it was me, I would have you shifting gears so hard that I would end up breaking you down. But that's me!" Toto jokes, inserting his answer there. "Let's move on to the next question, shall we, Y/N?"

"YES! Let me push that pedal all the way in!" you joke back.

"All the way in?!" Toto asks, now curious, in a high-pitched voice. "Fast-paced and all the way in. Taking notes!" He swaps his cue cards around.

"I think that one's hammer is starting to show! Haha," GiGi Reigns adds, inserting herself into the conversation, bumping Adore with her hand, and both of them taking a small peek at Toto's crotch.

"Please, give head, go ahead, I meant!" Toto jokes with you.

"Based on yourself, how would you prefer to be called if you were a fuel brand?" you ask the contestants.

"Piston Pumping, you gotta keep the hammering for miles long!" Adore gives her answer in perfect branding.

"Fuel-in' Around, just kidding," Carla waves her hand.

"The Lube for The Crown, cause at this age, darling, you need some extra help." GiGi slowly spreads open her legs, making rusted noises, cracking you up again.

"I'd be, Fuel Me Maybe, you know, like tonight, after this show," Toto flirts shamelessly as the game progresses, making it clear that he's interested in none other than you.

"Final question," you go ahead. "Imagine you are an F1 team. Sell yourself to me."

"On the Hammerella F1 Team, competition can't touch us! We are faster than you can say parachute pants!" Adore D. Hammer answers.

"On El Toro Racing, we are unleashing the bull full speed, with fury and passion and with a whole lot of rhythm, ahhhh." Carla LaTurbo's every word gets more sexual somehow as she answers your question, her hands going all over her neck and legs.

Finally is GiGi's turn: "On the Motor on the Bus, The Queen's Royal Racing Team, we race round and round, vroom and vroom, all through the town." She pauses before adding, "But with protocol, dear."

GiGi's stupid answer makes you gag.

"Oh, time is up! Y/N, who do you choose from our heartracers? Number one, two or three?" Toto comes near to you again.

Fuck! He smells so good! That's an arousing cologne.

(A dramatic pause comes before you turn straight at him to give your definitive answer).

"You," you point at Toto. "I choose you!" answering aloud to everyone's... actually... to no one's surprise!

"I'd love to take you for some good ol' laps!" he blows a kiss to you. "But first, let's meet the ones you didn't choose! Say hello to Adore D. Hammer."

"Oh! This hammer would have broken you in half, dear!" she jokes with you as she looks you up and passes along, thrusting the air on her way out.

"and Carla LaTurbo Slayz," Toto again shouts, extending his arm.

"This," she closes her hand at you, moving it around your body, "Has red flag all over," she says, belittling you as she goes out, pretending to be insulted by you rejecting her.

"Finally, GiGi Reigns! Madam..." Toto bows one last time.

GiGi takes her time walking there, making grunt noises as she grabs her back, complaining, making you two lose it.

"I, TOO, CAN COMMAND THE WIND, SIR!" She screams out of nowhere in the most Shakespearean voice, catching you two off guard.

Like GiGi got possessed for a second before she composes herself and gives "royal hand waves" politely as she dramatically exits.

"WHHAAT?" you say, catching your breath between laughs.

"Ready to blow my engine?" Toto triumphantly asks, holding you up like a trophy as he wraps his arm around your waist.

"Against the pit wall?!" you joke around, laughing on his lips, standing next to it.

"Another Speed Game of Love with a... happy ending! To me!" Toto winks. "Good night, everybody!"

(You two wave at the lense before you wrap him in a passionate kiss as the camera cuts to black)

You don't make it further than his dressing room.

The audio crew picks up the loud moans and smashing noises coming from there, as Toto is still wired, and they quickly turn off the equipment.

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[sp00kygoddessxx]

 🖤Dangerous Intentions🖤

The pirate camp was a cacophony of noise and debauchery, as Vaas and his men celebrated another successful raid. Drunken laughter and the clinking of bottles filled the air, creating an atmosphere of unrestrained chaos. You had found yourself at the heart of the revelry, sitting near Vaas himself, the man who had become both your captor and your fascination.

Vaas's wild, kohl-rimmed eyes bore into yours, a mixture of amusement and intensity flickering within them. His lips curled into a sinister grin as he leaned closer, his voice low and conspiratorial. "Cariño'," he purred, "you lookin' for a little fun tonight?"

You couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation as you met his gaze. Vaas had a reputation for unpredictability and cruelty, but you couldn't deny the strange allure he held over you.

"Maybe," you replied, your voice laced with a hint of flirtation. "But the question is, can you keep up with me?"

Vaas's grin widened, a sinister and seductive sight. He leaned in closer, his lips dangerously close to your ear, his breath warm against your skin. "Oh, Cariño'," he whispered, "I can keep up with the best of 'em."

You felt a surge of attraction to this enigmatic man, a reckless magnetism that drew you further into his dangerous web.

With a swift and unexpected motion, Vaas's hand reached out and settled on your thigh, his touch electric. His fingers traced a slow, teasing path along your skin, igniting a fire within you. It was a bold move, but you weren't one to back down from a challenge.

Leaning closer, your lips brushed against Vaas's ear, your voice a sultry purr. "Prove it, Montenegro."

Vaas's laughter filled the air, a wild and maniacal sound that sent shivers down your spine. His hand slid higher along your thigh, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on your skin. The chemistry between you and Vaas was undeniable, a magnetic pull that defied reason.

"Careful, Cariño'," Vaas said, his voice low and smoky. "You might just awaken a beast you can't handle."

You couldn't deny the dangerous allure of the man before you, and the world around you seemed to blur as you engaged in this intimate and dangerous dance of flirtation. The line between right and wrong had never been so blurry, and you were willing to play this dangerous game.

As the night continued, you and Vaas found yourselves at the heart of the chaos, flirting and teasing one another with increasing intensity. The tension between you was palpable, an intoxicating mix of desire and danger.

With each stolen glance and whispered innuendo, you felt the magnetic pull of Vaas Montenegro drawing you further into his enigmatic world. It was a world where the rules were undefined, and power and control were the ultimate currency.

But as the night wore on, Vaas's demeanor shifted, his playful and seductive demeanor turning more intense. His dark eyes bore into yours, filled with a smoldering fire that left you breathless.

"Cariño'," he said, his voice low and intimate, "you might just be the most dangerous thing I've come across in a long time."

You couldn't deny the surge of attraction that coursed through you, a reckless desire that left you craving more. The world around you had become a blur, and in this moment, there was nothing else but the magnetic pull of Vaas Montenegro.

With a final, heated glance, Vaas leaned in, his lips claiming yours in a passionate and demanding kiss. It was a kiss that defied reason, a reckless surrender to the allure of danger and desire.

When the kiss finally broke, you were left breathless and disoriented, your heart pounding in your chest. Vaas's dark eyes were locked onto yours, a mixture of desire and intensity in his gaze.

"Amor'," he said, his voice low and husky, "you've got a fire in you that I can't resist."

You could only respond with a sultry smile, your own desire mirrored in your eyes.

As the night wore on, you and Vaas continued to dance on the edge of danger, your attraction and chemistry reaching new heights. In this unpredictable and perilous world, you had been drawn into a dangerous game of desire and temptation, a game where the line between right and wrong blurred, and where power and control were the ultimate currency.

[cherrygirlystuff]

Messy Mascara: Mastering the Indie Sleaze Makeup Look 🌟

Indie sleaze beauty is all about embracing a bit of messiness and adding a touch of rebellious glamour to your makeup routine. It’s about smudged eyeliner, smoky eyes, and bold lips that make a statement. Here’s how to achieve that effortlessly cool indie sleaze look with some easy tutorials and inspiration.

1. The Smudged, Smoky Eye: The Signature Indie Sleaze Look 👁️

The smoky eye is a staple of indie sleaze beauty, and it’s all about that perfectly imperfect look. Here’s how to create the ultimate smoky eye with a touch of messiness:

Prep Your Eyes: Start with an eyeshadow primer to ensure your look lasts all day. This also helps to create a smooth base for blending.

Apply a Base Color: Use a neutral shade that matches your skin tone as a base. Apply it over your entire eyelid to create a smooth canvas.

Build the Smoky Effect: Apply a dark, smudgy eyeshadow (like charcoal, deep brown, or black) to your eyelid. Focus on the outer corner and blend it inward using a fluffy brush. Don’t worry about precision—indie sleaze is all about that effortless, smoky vibe.

Add Definition: Line your lower lash line with the same dark eyeshadow or a kohl pencil. Smudge it with a brush for that perfectly undone look. Use a lighter shade to highlight the inner corner and under your brow bone.

Finish with Mascara: Apply a few coats of mascara, making sure to add extra volume and a bit of clumpiness for that grungy effect. Don’t be afraid to let some mascara smudge a little—it adds to the vibe!

Smoky Eye Tip: For an extra edge, use a gel liner to create a winged effect and smudge it out for a dramatic, lived-in look.

2. Bold Lips: Adding a Pop of Rebellious Color 💋

Bold lips are the perfect complement to a smoky eye. They add a striking contrast and make your indie sleaze look stand out. Here’s how to rock a bold lip like a pro:

Choose Your Shade: Go for deep reds, plum shades, or even bright, unconventional colors like blue or green. Indie sleaze is all about pushing boundaries, so don’t be afraid to experiment.

Prep Your Lips: Exfoliate your lips to remove any dead skin. Apply a lip balm to keep your lips hydrated and smooth.

Apply Lip Liner: Use a lip liner that matches your lipstick shade to define your lips and prevent feathering. Outline your lips carefully and fill them in for a base color.

Apply Lipstick: Use a bold, pigmented lipstick and apply it evenly over your lips. For a more intense look, layer it on and press your lips together to blend the color.

Create a Messy Finish: Indie sleaze beauty embraces a bit of imperfection. Don’t worry about perfect edges—dab a little lipstick outside the lip line for a lived-in, smudged effect if you’re feeling daring.

Bold Lip Tip: For an extra touch of grunge, use a lip gloss or balm on top of your lipstick to give it a slightly messy, glossy finish.

3. Finishing Touches: Completing Your Indie Sleaze Look 🌟

To complete your indie sleaze look, add a few finishing touches that enhance your overall vibe:

Play with Blush: Apply a bit of blush to the apples of your cheeks and blend it upwards. For an indie touch, use a pink or peach shade and apply it with a light hand for a natural, flushed look.

Eyebrows: Keep your brows natural and a bit messy. Use a brow gel to add a touch of definition, but don’t go for perfect, sculpted brows. The indie sleaze look is all about that effortlessly cool style.

Accessorize: Add a few edgy accessories like studded earrings, layered necklaces, or a vintage-inspired headband to complete your look.

Finishing Touch Tip: For added drama, experiment with a touch of highlighter on your cheekbones and the bridge of your nose for a subtle glow that complements the smoky eye and bold lip.

Final Thoughts, Gorgeous: Embrace the Messy Mascara Vibe 🌟

And there you have it—your ultimate guide to mastering the indie sleaze makeup look with Messy Mascara! From smoky eyes and bold lips to embracing a bit of messiness and imperfection, indie sleaze beauty is all about attitude and effortless glamour. So go ahead, embrace your inner indie queen, and rock that grungy, rebellious look with confidence!

What’s your favorite indie sleaze makeup look? Share your tips and tricks in the comments—I’d love to see how you’re embracing the messy mascara vibe! 💕

[allylikethecat]

⋆˚࿔ october prompts 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The best part of going out with friends that have kids, is that when I forget / run out of time to finish the day's prompt before I leave, I know I'll be back at a reasonable time and able to get it done. On that note, I am sleepy and have to be up early tomorrow to go see Pop before work so I didn't really proof this one so bare with me. Even with the prompts being a little all over the place, I am super proud of myself for making it this long without missing a day!

²³⁾ glitter dusted across bare skin

George was transfixed, watching as Matty moved, swaying in time to the music. He was drunk, they both were, off of the brightly colored, fruity cocktails, lingerie clad bottle girls were carrying on trays. They went down easily, and George didn’t care in the moment, even though he knew that they were going to come back up a lot less easily the next morning. The hangovers hurt more and more now that they were on the wrong side of thirty. 

He hadn’t wanted to go to the party, but he hadn’t had a good enough excuse not to go, especially after Matty had come downstairs dressed and ready, his curls artfully mused and his eyes accented with dark kohl. George had licked his lips, his jeans feeling tight. Matty hadn’t dabbled in makeup in ages. He was wearing a sheer black button down, a black blouse, really, George was almost positive it had come from the women’s section. It was unbuttoned nearly down to his navel showing off the bright, bold lines of his tattoos and the sharp jut of his collarbone, glitter dusted across bare skin sparkling in the flashing lights. 

One of the bottle girls bumped into George, and started quickly apologizing, shouting to be heard over the pulsing bass. George was a DJ at heart, and he felt untethered and off balance being in the crowd while someone else was behind the table. His fingers itched, he didn’t know who was DJing but he knew that he could do better. He wanted to do better. He liked being above the crowd, controlling their bodies with the beat. It was the same reason he liked being a drummer, he was the one in control, he was the one counting everyone in.

“Come dance with me!” Matty slurred, suddenly pushing his way into George’s space, pulling him from his melancholy, standing on his tiptoes to throw his arms around George’s shoulders. He leaned on him with all of his weight trusting without having to ask that George would hold him up. 

“Isn’t that what I’m doing?” George teased, letting his hands fall to Matty’s hips, rucking up his blouse, untucking it so that he could dig his fingers into the bare meat of Matty’s flank, savoring the warmth, the softness that he found there. He loved Matty so fucking much. 

Matty giggled, burying his face into the crook of George’s neck. He was most likely getting the glitter all over George’s own patterned button down but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He liked touching Matty, he liked being close and he didn’t care that they were making a spectacle of themselves on the dance floor. They were two halves of the same whole, and George ached when they were apart. 

“Do you want to get out of here?” George asked, leaning down to whisper into Matty’s ear, his breath hot against his ear. 

Matty pulled away, looking up at George with wide eyes, his pupils dilated from both the alcohol and arousal. 

“I thought you’d never ask.” 

Day: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 |

[myriamas]

who: @ryonwyl when and where: ryon wyl's return to sunspear is a night of long celebration, and myriam finds herself awaiting an opportunity to speak to the man who had admittedly proved her wrong. context: prior to her meeting with jaehaerys targaryen, ryon showed her a map and myriam went "oh the wyl of wyl is fucking nuts" - and then he done it.

the music of sunspear’s celebration was loud, the beat of drums reverberating through the sand-strewn courtyard. laughter and song filled the air, mingling with the scent of spiced wine and roasted lamb. myriam allyrion stood apart from the crowd, a figure draped in wine-coloured silk that shimmered like the dornish sky at dusk. her midriff was bare, save for the glint of a delicate gold chain at her waist and the small ruby stud that adorned her navel.

intricate tattoos of religious symbols curved gracefully along the column of her neck, half-revealed beneath the cascading waves of her dark hair; all this, to revel in the triumph of their victory. the prayers of thanks had been said, and now...now they celebrated.

she sipped her wine, the goblet cool against her fingers, and watched ryon wyl—the wyl of wyl, as he so proudly reminded anyone who’d forgotten—laugh heartily at some jest from his gathered admirers. his presence was as bold and commanding as she remembered, though tonight there was something different: the weight of undeniable triumph. when the moment presented itself—his audience thinning but not empty, his laughter settling—myriam made her way forward. the delicate chime of her anklets announced her approach, but her voice carried over the noise, smooth and warm as the honeyed wine in her cup.

“lord wyl,” she began, tilting her head slightly, a playful glint in her kohl-lined eyes. “it seems i owe you an apology.” ryon turned, his broad grin widening as he regarded her. she held his gaze, unflinching, the firelight reflecting in the dark pools of her eyes. “not long ago, this lord showed me a map,” she continued, her tone conversational yet deliberate as she pointed her goblet toward him, “and spoke of nightsong as though it were already dornish land. i remember thinking you’d gone mad. i may have even said as much aloud...and more.” there was a knowing look which momentarily crossed her features; she had all but cursed him as a madman, her mouth rather dirty.

a soft laugh escaped her, self-deprecating and light, though her expression remained steady. “the wyl of wyl, proven right, and me proven… well, perhaps not wrong, but certainly less imaginative than i ought to have been.” she raised her goblet, the wine within catching the glow of the torches. “to you, lord wyl. dorne owes you more than songs and feasts, though tonight, at least, we’ll start with those.” her gaze fixed with his across the sounds of cheers, of triumph; if there was one thing she had always known how to do, it was get a party started.

her words lingered in the air, and for a moment, she let the hum of the celebration fill the space between them. myriam lowered her goblet and stepped closer, her voice dropping slightly, though it remained steady. "don't get used to this." she had found herself quietly appreciating his boldness, his hard line determination - his willingness to push boundaries.

[tndranger]

Idol of Shadows

By day, she is Ahrin, the dazzling leader of the global K-pop phenomenon PEITHERA, adored by millions for her unmatched beauty and commanding presence. Her celestial aura is untouchable — almond-shaped eyes that hold an enigmatic sparkle, flawless skin glowing like moonlight, and her signature beauty mark beneath her right eye. On stage, she’s radiant in shimmering, high-fashion costumes adorned with crystals and metallic accents. Her long, sleek black hair cascades like silk, catching the light with every graceful move.

A perfectionist with an ENTJ personality, Ahrin is fiercely driven, charming yet intimidating, and her love language is sharp teasing that leaves everyone in awe of her wit.

But when the lights dim and the cameras stop rolling, Ahrin sheds her mortal guise and transforms into Hizaji, a daemone of persuasion. Under the neon-lit streets of Seoul, her beauty becomes darker and more dangerous. Her kohl-lined eyes glow faintly in the shadows, her lips a blood-red invitation to danger. Her sleek black hair becomes untamed waves, framing a face that radiates unearthly allure. Dressed in leather corsets, thigh-high boots, and flowing black cloaks, Hizaji stalks the night, feeding on human desire. She thrives in smoky underground clubs, alleyways dripping with tension, and the hidden places where mortals surrender to their deepest passions.

Hizaji is both seductress and predator, her every word a calculated trap. She doesn’t need to chase; mortals are drawn to her, helpless under her gaze. Yet beneath her sharp tongue and commanding presence, a sliver of her humanity lingers — an ache she suppresses but can never truly erase.

For years, Ahrin has balanced her dual life perfectly. As an idol, she is the epitome of control, flawless in the public eye. As Hizaji, she indulges in her darker side, sustaining her immortality while keeping her true nature hidden. But her carefully constructed world begins to crumble when she meets a fellow idol with a warmth that disarms her. Unlike others who fall under her spell, the boy sees through Ahrin’s polished facade, touching parts of her she thought were long buried.

Their growing bond creates cracks in her dual identity. On stage, Ahrin’s performances grow more intense, her every move brimming with raw, unfiltered emotion. Fans begin calling her “the goddess of desire,” unaware that they’re glimpsing the daemone within. At night, as Hizaji, she becomes reckless, her hunger for desire mingling with emotions she can no longer suppress.

Her turmoil does not go unnoticed. Other daemones, particularly Erevos, an ancient being who thrives on chaos, see her wavering loyalty as a threat. Hizaji’s nightly hunts become more dangerous as she is hunted herself, forced to confront the fragile balance between her two lives.

As her secrets threaten to unravel, Ahrin faces an impossible choice: embrace her humanity and the fleeting mortal love the boy offers, or fully surrender to Hizaji’s darkness and the immortality that comes with it. Both paths demand a sacrifice, but in choosing one, will she lose the other forever?

The Duality of Ahrin and Hizaji

Ahrin: The Idol

• Aesthetics:

Ahrin embodies celestial beauty with an edge. Her on-stage presence is radiant, defined by intricate costumes shimmering with iridescent crystals and metallic accents. Flowing silks and bold, high-fashion cuts contrast with her delicate features, giving her the aura of an untouchable goddess. Her makeup highlights her piercing eyes — soft pastel hues during the day that shift to smoky, glittering tones for performances. Her iconic look features sleek, long black hair with subtle highlights that catch the stage lights, cascading like a waterfall of midnight.

• Beauty:

Ahrin’s face is a symphony of perfection —almond-shaped eyes lined with precision, a nose sculpted like marble, and lips that curve naturally into a faint, teasing smirk. Her flawless skin glows like moonlight, framed by a beauty mark under her right eye that has become her signature. Fans often describe her as “otherworldly,” her movements so graceful they seem unreal.

• Personality:

Ahrin is an ENTJ through and through

— charming, disciplined, and ambitious to a fault. She’s a perfectionist who pushes herself and her members to their limits but softens her intensity with playful teasing. Her love language is sly remarks and quick-witted banter, leaving those around her both awestruck and slightly intimidated. Fans see her as the ultimate duality: sweet yet bold, delicate yet commanding.

Hizaji: The Daemone

• Aesthetics:

Hizaji’s beauty takes on a darker, more dangerous allure. Her idol-perfect features are amplified with sharp contrasts—kohl-rimmed eyes that burn with intensity, blood-red lips, and a single silver nose ring that glints in dim light. Her jet-black hair transforms into wild, unrestrained waves, cut with jagged bangs that frame her hauntingly beautiful face. She wears leather corsets, thigh-high boots, and flowing black capes with blood-red lining, moving through the night like a shadow given form. Her domain is the city’s underbelly: neon-lit streets, smoky underground clubs, and forgotten alleyways. Wherever human desire thrives, Hizaji is there, feeding off the longing and passion that mortals can’t suppress.

• Beauty:

Hizaji’s beauty is hypnotic, impossible to look away from. Her almond eyes seem to pierce into the souls of those who meet her gaze, their irises swirling with an almost imperceptible silvery glow. Her angular features are sharp enough to cut, and her skin has a faint, unearthly sheen, as if kissed by moonlight. The faint scar that runs across her collarbone only adds to her mystique, a reminder that she is as dangerous as she is beautiful.

• Personality:

As Hizaji, she is power incarnate. Playful teasing turns into biting mockery, and her natural charisma transforms into an irresistible force of seduction. She exudes control, her every word calculated to bend others to her will. Yet beneath the sharp wit and confident smirk, there is a flicker of vulnerability — a lingering humanity she can’t entirely suppress.

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[cruel-kaya]

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Kaya was someone who lived up to her name. Forgiveness, wise child and restful place, they all fit her pretty well. A young woman navigating the world with her eager kohl-rimmed eyes, Kaya knew she didn't belong here. A rock for her loved ones, her eyes filled with compassion, her lips uttering sweet nothings to them, her hands reaching out to pick up the vulnerable and her heart bursting with love. She yearned for a love too deep, a love too kind. But the world doesn't belong to the romantics, right? A girl too fierce yet a girl too fragile, a girl so bold yet a girl too soft. The world didn't know who Hector was, but the world knows who Kaya is.

@hectorfrombritain did you write this for me 😭 omgggg I am left fan-girling over how beautiful your writing is....

It's so difficult to take the aura of someone as a fictional character but you did it sooooo well 😭🤌🏻✨

The line kohl rimmed eyes , you remembered how much I adore the Kohl in my eyes

And the world knows Kaya but so does the world knows Hector as someone~ someone so mysterious he feels like the reflection of moon in water , so alluring and so pure....

[onwesterlywinds]

PROMPT #12: Dowdy

The captain of the Queensguard knocked on her door for the third time with far more forceful insistence.

"If you don't come out from there in two minutes," she snapped, "it'll be my head on the line."

Vera's lord husband was a patient man in many respects, but he did not abide tardiness in any form - unless, of course, it came directly from the emperor. Every bell of his schedule was accounted for; he even blocked out time for how long it would take him to traverse the corridors of the palace. He had expected the same discipline in Vera ever since their wedding, the same rigid punctuality, and would make it quite clear to her whenever she failed in his eyes.

And despite their name, the Queensguard very much reported to the viceroy.

"I'm finishing my makeup," Vera explained for the umpteenth time.

The doorknob rattled - then there came the sound of the inevitable key scraping in the lock, and the door flew open. Fordola stormed in with all the fury of an invader. "You've been 'finishing your makeup' for twenty bloody minutes. I've watched you do it in under five most mornings this week."

"Sometimes, believe it or not," said Vera, unable to keep her voice from rising, "people make mistakes. And outside of washing one's entire face, mistakes in kohl are not so simple to undo." Even now, she had to hope that no one would look too closely at the slight smear under her right eye.

Fordola levied one of her signature scoffs and crossed her arms over her chest. "Enough of this. You look fine - beautiful, even." The venom in her voice made it clear what she thought of such a distinction. "Is that what you need to get your arse moving, my lady?"

"I need," said Vera, "just another moment of silent concentration. Before my hand slips again."

Blessedly, Fordola gave it to her, and without any of the huffing Vera had come to expect. With only another couple of strokes of her brush and a single line of her pencil, she was finished, her shadows perfectly balanced. "And there we have it. I'm ready."

But Fordola did not move. She continued staring at Vera, and herself, in the ornate desktop mirror that had allegedly once belonged to Mad King Theodoric's mother. "Why even bother?" she muttered.

"What?"

At first, Vera could only interpret her words as referring to her impending meeting with the viceroy in the throne room. Then she saw where Fordola's gaze had fallen: to the ceramic bowl of kohl powder atop the table, its lid still off to one side.

"Don't be daft. I know you hear what they say about you - Livia and all the rest. You'll never be Garlean enough for any of them. It's why His Radiance married you off and dumped you here."

Vera did not stand from her stool. She stared back into the mirror at Fordola's face, at the bitterness clenched in the curve of her mouth, and realized only then that she could not find it in herself to be angry at Fordola for the words she parroted. "I don't wear makeup to look Garlean, Fordola," she said. "Besides, it was Ala Mhigans who invented it."

The young captain could only stare at her, as if she had spoken in some language that belonged to neither of them.

"Thousands of years ago, we wore eyeliner and eye shadow to protect our vision from the sun and, yes, intimidate our enemies on the battlefield. From our ancestors, it spread to Thavnair and Ul'dah through trade. Only now that the Garleans have deemed it a luxury do they think themselves the arbiters of its use." She made to pick up her brushes, to set the lid back onto the kohl, and hesitated at the look on Fordola's face. "…You should try it. See how you like it."

"Absolutely not," she snapped.

"I think it would suit your features."

Something in that statement stunned Fordola enough for Vera to guide her onto the makeup stool. For Fordola, she scarcely needed a plan: she employed bold strokes above and below the eyes, traditional yet masculine in a way that made her irises seem to shine with the same colors as the tattoo upon her cheek. She was finished within a matter of seconds, not minutes; all the same, Fordola took only a moment to admire herself before standing with a scowl. "We're late. And now everyone will see the reason why."

"Or," Vera shot back, "they'll see we look like warriors."

All the same, they rushed to the throne room with as quick of a stride as they could muster, turning the heads of the guards more for their haste than their aesthetics.

The viceroy sat upon the throne, much as he usually did at that hour of the day, and the first petitioner had already been granted admission. His words faded into silence as she approached, until the echoes of her heels against the polished tile filled the chamber.

"Vera," said Gaius van Baelsar. "My instructions were for you to join me for petitions at noon. The time is now twelve minutes past."

Behind his shoulder, Gaius' Undercity minder sneered at her. The prick in red armor whose name she could never remember whispered something to Livia, who bit back a snort of laughter.

Vera readjusted her stance, trying to channel every ilm of her father's posture. "I was tending to an urgent personal correspondence."

Gaius' brow furrowed. "More urgent than your attention to your people? The people for whom you and I are responsible?"

She turned back to the Ala Mhigan man standing, his hands clasped together in front of him, at the foot of the throne. "…No," she conceded. "I apologize, my lord."

But Gaius said nothing in reply, and merely gestured to the man before them.

To him, Vera inclined her head. "I apologize, countryman-" It would have to do, as she had arrived too late to hear his official imperial rank. "-that other matters prevented my timely presence."

The wording was petty, and she knew it; later, she would hear an entire lecture from her lord husband on accountability, and the burden of rule. There would be entire missives sent to Solus and her father about her impertinence, and her selfishness, and a host of other imagined failings. For the time being, Gaius merely sighed and said, "Fordola."

"Yes, ser."

"…See that vanity is removed from her daily schedule."

[cleverhottubmiracle]

The ‘90s delivered more than just legendary R&B, iconic sitcoms, and unforgettable fashion—it defined beauty trends that continue to inspire today. It was an era where everything aligned effortlessly. The music kept us grooving, and the 90s makeup looks ensured all eyes stayed locked on the dance floor. Magazine covers set the standard, showcasing bold and unforgettable aesthetics, and even the girl next door embraced the unapologetic glamour of the decade. While makeup trends may come and go, the beauty looks of the ‘90s remain timeless. Decades later, they still dominate red carpets, runways, and social media feeds. Black female celebrities and fashionistas have been instrumental in keeping these iconic styles alive, proving that ‘90s glam wasn’t just a fleeting trend—it was a cultural movement that continues to inspire. Photo: @therealmaryjblige/Instagram From bold lips to razor-thin brows, ’90s makeup trends were all about making a statement. The era embraced deep brown lip liners, frosty eyeshadows, and perfectly matte skin, creating looks that exuded both edge and elegance. Today, these trends are making a major comeback, with modern twists that blend nostalgia with contemporary flair. Check out 90s makeup looks to glam up this season… #1. Glossy brown Photo: @temsbaby/Instagram No ‘90s-inspired beauty routine is complete without the signature brown lip liner, often paired with a glossy, nude, or caramel-toned center. This contrast creates a sculpted effect that enhances the lips effortlessly. Originally made famous by stars like Brandy and Mary J. Blige, the trend has since been revived by modern-day icons like Rihanna, Tems, Justine Skye, and Megan Thee Stallion. Photo: @truereligion/Instagram While today’s version leans slightly softer—with blending techniques that create a seamless gradient—the essence remains the same: chic, bold, and undeniably timeless. #2. Thin brow game Photo: @anokyai/Instagram Eyebrows in the ‘90s were all about sharp, pencil-thin arches that framed the face with a dramatic, high-fashion edge. Icons like Anok Yai, Nia Long, and Naomi Campbell set the standard, making ultra-slim brows a defining beauty statement of the decade. Photo: @dojacat/Instagram While the 2010s ushered in an era of thick, fluffy brows, the resurgence of ‘90s makeup trends has brought slim brows back into the spotlight. However, today’s version takes a softer approach—shaped with a natural taper rather than the overly plucked look of the past. Still, the sleek, high-arched effect remains just as captivating. #3. Grunge liner Photo: @tiamowry/Instagram The ‘90s weren’t all about polished beauty—grunge makeup made waves, bringing a sultry, undone edge to the era. Smudged black and deep brown kohl liners defined the lash line, creating a smoky, rebellious vibe. Legends like Aaliyah embodied this effortlessly cool aesthetic, making it an instant classic. Fast forward to today, and the look is back in full force. Artists like SZA and Teyana Taylor add a modern twist with glossy lids or softly winged edges, proving that some trends never fade—they just evolve. #4. Frosted eyeshadow Photo: @theestallion/Instagram Icy blue, silvery lavender, and shimmering white eyeshadows were the crown jewels of ’90s makeup, gracing the lids of icons like TLC’s Chilli and Destiny’s Child’s Kelly Rowland. While metallic shadows never truly went out of style, the frostier variations are making a bold comeback—thanks to the Y2K revival. Today’s versions feel more refined, with finer shimmer particles and creamy formulas that blend seamlessly. The result? A modern, ethereal glow that pays homage to the past while staying effortlessly fresh. #5. Blush contouring Photo: @officialsheiks/Instagram Before the sculpted bronzer craze, ‘90s makeup trends embraced blush in a bold, expressive way. Draping blush across the cheeks and sweeping it up toward the temples was a signature move. Black beauty icons like Missy Elliott and Lauryn Hill often opted for rich, warm-toned shades that complemented deep skin beautifully. Now, with the shift away from heavy contouring, blush is having a well-deserved resurgence. The focus on warmth, dimension, and a natural flush keeps this nostalgic technique fresh, proving that some trends never fade—they simply evolve. #6. Super glossy lips Photo: @noordinarynoire/Instagram Lip gloss never truly disappeared, but the ultra-glossy, high-shine finish of the ‘90s makeup trends is making a bold comeback. Originally championed by icons like Lil’ Kim and Foxy Brown, this look often featured overlined lips for added fullness. Today, beauty brands have refined the formula, offering non-sticky textures and deeper nude shades tailored for Black women. Whether worn alone or layered over lipstick, glossy lips remain a go-to for effortless glamour and confidence. #7. Metallic and dark vampy lips Photo: @hallebailey/Instagram The ‘90s makeup trends were a playground for bold lip colors, from deep plums to metallic browns that exuded both edge and elegance. Icons like Toni Braxton and Erykah Badu made these statement shades a beauty staple, and their resurgence today proves their timeless allure. Now, modern formulas offer richer pigmentation and hydration, making shades like matte chocolate brown and shimmering burgundy more versatile than ever. The revival of ‘90s makeup trends isn’t just a trip down memory lane—it’s a celebration of self-expression and individuality. With Black celebrities and beauty influencers putting their own spin on these iconic looks, the era’s signature styles continue to evolve while honoring their original impact. Featured image: @temsbaby/Instagram For the latest in fashion, lifestyle, and culture, follow us on Instagram @StyleRave_ —Read also Vivian Bens A creative writer with a voracious appetite for fashion, beauty, lifestyle and culture. As one who's passionate about the advancement of the woman, creating content that inspire smart style and living, and positive lifestyle changes is a calling I take seriously. At Style Rave, we aim to inspire our readers by providing engaging content to not just entertain but to inform and empower you as you ASPIRE to become more stylish, live smarter and be healthier. 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The ‘90s delivered more than just legendary R&B, iconic sitcoms, and unforgettable fashion—it defined beauty trends that continue to inspire today. It was an era where everything aligned effortlessly. The music kept us grooving, and the 90s makeup looks ensured all eyes stayed locked on the dance floor. Magazine covers set the standard, showcasing bold and unforgettable aesthetics, and even the girl next door embraced the unapologetic glamour of the decade. While makeup trends may come and go, the beauty looks of the ‘90s remain timeless. Decades later, they still dominate red carpets, runways, and social media feeds. Black female celebrities and fashionistas have been instrumental in keeping these iconic styles alive, proving that ‘90s glam wasn’t just a fleeting trend—it was a cultural movement that continues to inspire. Photo: @therealmaryjblige/Instagram From bold lips to razor-thin brows, ’90s makeup trends were all about making a statement. The era embraced deep brown lip liners, frosty eyeshadows, and perfectly matte skin, creating looks that exuded both edge and elegance. Today, these trends are making a major comeback, with modern twists that blend nostalgia with contemporary flair. Check out 90s makeup looks to glam up this season… #1. Glossy brown Photo: @temsbaby/Instagram No ‘90s-inspired beauty routine is complete without the signature brown lip liner, often paired with a glossy, nude, or caramel-toned center. This contrast creates a sculpted effect that enhances the lips effortlessly. Originally made famous by stars like Brandy and Mary J. Blige, the trend has since been revived by modern-day icons like Rihanna, Tems, Justine Skye, and Megan Thee Stallion. Photo: @truereligion/Instagram While today’s version leans slightly softer—with blending techniques that create a seamless gradient—the essence remains the same: chic, bold, and undeniably timeless. #2. Thin brow game Photo: @anokyai/Instagram Eyebrows in the ‘90s were all about sharp, pencil-thin arches that framed the face with a dramatic, high-fashion edge. Icons like Anok Yai, Nia Long, and Naomi Campbell set the standard, making ultra-slim brows a defining beauty statement of the decade. Photo: @dojacat/Instagram While the 2010s ushered in an era of thick, fluffy brows, the resurgence of ‘90s makeup trends has brought slim brows back into the spotlight. However, today’s version takes a softer approach—shaped with a natural taper rather than the overly plucked look of the past. Still, the sleek, high-arched effect remains just as captivating. #3. Grunge liner Photo: @tiamowry/Instagram The ‘90s weren’t all about polished beauty—grunge makeup made waves, bringing a sultry, undone edge to the era. Smudged black and deep brown kohl liners defined the lash line, creating a smoky, rebellious vibe. Legends like Aaliyah embodied this effortlessly cool aesthetic, making it an instant classic. Fast forward to today, and the look is back in full force. Artists like SZA and Teyana Taylor add a modern twist with glossy lids or softly winged edges, proving that some trends never fade—they just evolve. #4. Frosted eyeshadow Photo: @theestallion/Instagram Icy blue, silvery lavender, and shimmering white eyeshadows were the crown jewels of ’90s makeup, gracing the lids of icons like TLC’s Chilli and Destiny’s Child’s Kelly Rowland. While metallic shadows never truly went out of style, the frostier variations are making a bold comeback—thanks to the Y2K revival. Today’s versions feel more refined, with finer shimmer particles and creamy formulas that blend seamlessly. The result? A modern, ethereal glow that pays homage to the past while staying effortlessly fresh. #5. Blush contouring Photo: @officialsheiks/Instagram Before the sculpted bronzer craze, ‘90s makeup trends embraced blush in a bold, expressive way. Draping blush across the cheeks and sweeping it up toward the temples was a signature move. Black beauty icons like Missy Elliott and Lauryn Hill often opted for rich, warm-toned shades that complemented deep skin beautifully. Now, with the shift away from heavy contouring, blush is having a well-deserved resurgence. The focus on warmth, dimension, and a natural flush keeps this nostalgic technique fresh, proving that some trends never fade—they simply evolve. #6. Super glossy lips Photo: @noordinarynoire/Instagram Lip gloss never truly disappeared, but the ultra-glossy, high-shine finish of the ‘90s makeup trends is making a bold comeback. Originally championed by icons like Lil’ Kim and Foxy Brown, this look often featured overlined lips for added fullness. Today, beauty brands have refined the formula, offering non-sticky textures and deeper nude shades tailored for Black women. Whether worn alone or layered over lipstick, glossy lips remain a go-to for effortless glamour and confidence. #7. Metallic and dark vampy lips Photo: @hallebailey/Instagram The ‘90s makeup trends were a playground for bold lip colors, from deep plums to metallic browns that exuded both edge and elegance. Icons like Toni Braxton and Erykah Badu made these statement shades a beauty staple, and their resurgence today proves their timeless allure. Now, modern formulas offer richer pigmentation and hydration, making shades like matte chocolate brown and shimmering burgundy more versatile than ever. The revival of ‘90s makeup trends isn’t just a trip down memory lane—it’s a celebration of self-expression and individuality. 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[ellajme0]

The ‘90s delivered more than just legendary R&B, iconic sitcoms, and unforgettable fashion—it defined beauty trends that continue to inspire today. It was an era where everything aligned effortlessly. The music kept us grooving, and the 90s makeup looks ensured all eyes stayed locked on the dance floor. Magazine covers set the standard, showcasing bold and unforgettable aesthetics, and even the girl next door embraced the unapologetic glamour of the decade. While makeup trends may come and go, the beauty looks of the ‘90s remain timeless. Decades later, they still dominate red carpets, runways, and social media feeds. Black female celebrities and fashionistas have been instrumental in keeping these iconic styles alive, proving that ‘90s glam wasn’t just a fleeting trend—it was a cultural movement that continues to inspire. Photo: @therealmaryjblige/Instagram From bold lips to razor-thin brows, ’90s makeup trends were all about making a statement. The era embraced deep brown lip liners, frosty eyeshadows, and perfectly matte skin, creating looks that exuded both edge and elegance. Today, these trends are making a major comeback, with modern twists that blend nostalgia with contemporary flair. Check out 90s makeup looks to glam up this season… #1. Glossy brown Photo: @temsbaby/Instagram No ‘90s-inspired beauty routine is complete without the signature brown lip liner, often paired with a glossy, nude, or caramel-toned center. This contrast creates a sculpted effect that enhances the lips effortlessly. Originally made famous by stars like Brandy and Mary J. Blige, the trend has since been revived by modern-day icons like Rihanna, Tems, Justine Skye, and Megan Thee Stallion. Photo: @truereligion/Instagram While today’s version leans slightly softer—with blending techniques that create a seamless gradient—the essence remains the same: chic, bold, and undeniably timeless. #2. Thin brow game Photo: @anokyai/Instagram Eyebrows in the ‘90s were all about sharp, pencil-thin arches that framed the face with a dramatic, high-fashion edge. Icons like Anok Yai, Nia Long, and Naomi Campbell set the standard, making ultra-slim brows a defining beauty statement of the decade. Photo: @dojacat/Instagram While the 2010s ushered in an era of thick, fluffy brows, the resurgence of ‘90s makeup trends has brought slim brows back into the spotlight. However, today’s version takes a softer approach—shaped with a natural taper rather than the overly plucked look of the past. Still, the sleek, high-arched effect remains just as captivating. #3. Grunge liner Photo: @tiamowry/Instagram The ‘90s weren’t all about polished beauty—grunge makeup made waves, bringing a sultry, undone edge to the era. Smudged black and deep brown kohl liners defined the lash line, creating a smoky, rebellious vibe. Legends like Aaliyah embodied this effortlessly cool aesthetic, making it an instant classic. Fast forward to today, and the look is back in full force. Artists like SZA and Teyana Taylor add a modern twist with glossy lids or softly winged edges, proving that some trends never fade—they just evolve. #4. Frosted eyeshadow Photo: @theestallion/Instagram Icy blue, silvery lavender, and shimmering white eyeshadows were the crown jewels of ’90s makeup, gracing the lids of icons like TLC’s Chilli and Destiny’s Child’s Kelly Rowland. While metallic shadows never truly went out of style, the frostier variations are making a bold comeback—thanks to the Y2K revival. Today’s versions feel more refined, with finer shimmer particles and creamy formulas that blend seamlessly. The result? A modern, ethereal glow that pays homage to the past while staying effortlessly fresh. #5. Blush contouring Photo: @officialsheiks/Instagram Before the sculpted bronzer craze, ‘90s makeup trends embraced blush in a bold, expressive way. Draping blush across the cheeks and sweeping it up toward the temples was a signature move. Black beauty icons like Missy Elliott and Lauryn Hill often opted for rich, warm-toned shades that complemented deep skin beautifully. Now, with the shift away from heavy contouring, blush is having a well-deserved resurgence. The focus on warmth, dimension, and a natural flush keeps this nostalgic technique fresh, proving that some trends never fade—they simply evolve. #6. Super glossy lips Photo: @noordinarynoire/Instagram Lip gloss never truly disappeared, but the ultra-glossy, high-shine finish of the ‘90s makeup trends is making a bold comeback. Originally championed by icons like Lil’ Kim and Foxy Brown, this look often featured overlined lips for added fullness. Today, beauty brands have refined the formula, offering non-sticky textures and deeper nude shades tailored for Black women. Whether worn alone or layered over lipstick, glossy lips remain a go-to for effortless glamour and confidence. #7. Metallic and dark vampy lips Photo: @hallebailey/Instagram The ‘90s makeup trends were a playground for bold lip colors, from deep plums to metallic browns that exuded both edge and elegance. Icons like Toni Braxton and Erykah Badu made these statement shades a beauty staple, and their resurgence today proves their timeless allure. Now, modern formulas offer richer pigmentation and hydration, making shades like matte chocolate brown and shimmering burgundy more versatile than ever. The revival of ‘90s makeup trends isn’t just a trip down memory lane—it’s a celebration of self-expression and individuality. With Black celebrities and beauty influencers putting their own spin on these iconic looks, the era’s signature styles continue to evolve while honoring their original impact. Featured image: @temsbaby/Instagram For the latest in fashion, lifestyle, and culture, follow us on Instagram @StyleRave_ —Read also Vivian Bens A creative writer with a voracious appetite for fashion, beauty, lifestyle and culture. As one who's passionate about the advancement of the woman, creating content that inspire smart style and living, and positive lifestyle changes is a calling I take seriously. At Style Rave, we aim to inspire our readers by providing engaging content to not just entertain but to inform and empower you as you ASPIRE to become more stylish, live smarter and be healthier. 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The ‘90s delivered more than just legendary R&B, iconic sitcoms, and unforgettable fashion—it defined beauty trends that continue to inspire today. It was an era where everything aligned effortlessly. The music kept us grooving, and the 90s makeup looks ensured all eyes stayed locked on the dance floor. Magazine covers set the standard, showcasing bold and unforgettable aesthetics, and even the girl next door embraced the unapologetic glamour of the decade. While makeup trends may come and go, the beauty looks of the ‘90s remain timeless. Decades later, they still dominate red carpets, runways, and social media feeds. Black female celebrities and fashionistas have been instrumental in keeping these iconic styles alive, proving that ‘90s glam wasn’t just a fleeting trend—it was a cultural movement that continues to inspire. Photo: @therealmaryjblige/Instagram From bold lips to razor-thin brows, ’90s makeup trends were all about making a statement. The era embraced deep brown lip liners, frosty eyeshadows, and perfectly matte skin, creating looks that exuded both edge and elegance. Today, these trends are making a major comeback, with modern twists that blend nostalgia with contemporary flair. Check out 90s makeup looks to glam up this season… #1. Glossy brown Photo: @temsbaby/Instagram No ‘90s-inspired beauty routine is complete without the signature brown lip liner, often paired with a glossy, nude, or caramel-toned center. This contrast creates a sculpted effect that enhances the lips effortlessly. Originally made famous by stars like Brandy and Mary J. Blige, the trend has since been revived by modern-day icons like Rihanna, Tems, Justine Skye, and Megan Thee Stallion. Photo: @truereligion/Instagram While today’s version leans slightly softer—with blending techniques that create a seamless gradient—the essence remains the same: chic, bold, and undeniably timeless. #2. Thin brow game Photo: @anokyai/Instagram Eyebrows in the ‘90s were all about sharp, pencil-thin arches that framed the face with a dramatic, high-fashion edge. Icons like Anok Yai, Nia Long, and Naomi Campbell set the standard, making ultra-slim brows a defining beauty statement of the decade. Photo: @dojacat/Instagram While the 2010s ushered in an era of thick, fluffy brows, the resurgence of ‘90s makeup trends has brought slim brows back into the spotlight. However, today’s version takes a softer approach—shaped with a natural taper rather than the overly plucked look of the past. Still, the sleek, high-arched effect remains just as captivating. #3. Grunge liner Photo: @tiamowry/Instagram The ‘90s weren’t all about polished beauty—grunge makeup made waves, bringing a sultry, undone edge to the era. Smudged black and deep brown kohl liners defined the lash line, creating a smoky, rebellious vibe. Legends like Aaliyah embodied this effortlessly cool aesthetic, making it an instant classic. Fast forward to today, and the look is back in full force. Artists like SZA and Teyana Taylor add a modern twist with glossy lids or softly winged edges, proving that some trends never fade—they just evolve. #4. Frosted eyeshadow Photo: @theestallion/Instagram Icy blue, silvery lavender, and shimmering white eyeshadows were the crown jewels of ’90s makeup, gracing the lids of icons like TLC’s Chilli and Destiny’s Child’s Kelly Rowland. While metallic shadows never truly went out of style, the frostier variations are making a bold comeback—thanks to the Y2K revival. Today’s versions feel more refined, with finer shimmer particles and creamy formulas that blend seamlessly. The result? A modern, ethereal glow that pays homage to the past while staying effortlessly fresh. #5. Blush contouring Photo: @officialsheiks/Instagram Before the sculpted bronzer craze, ‘90s makeup trends embraced blush in a bold, expressive way. Draping blush across the cheeks and sweeping it up toward the temples was a signature move. Black beauty icons like Missy Elliott and Lauryn Hill often opted for rich, warm-toned shades that complemented deep skin beautifully. Now, with the shift away from heavy contouring, blush is having a well-deserved resurgence. The focus on warmth, dimension, and a natural flush keeps this nostalgic technique fresh, proving that some trends never fade—they simply evolve. #6. Super glossy lips Photo: @noordinarynoire/Instagram Lip gloss never truly disappeared, but the ultra-glossy, high-shine finish of the ‘90s makeup trends is making a bold comeback. Originally championed by icons like Lil’ Kim and Foxy Brown, this look often featured overlined lips for added fullness. Today, beauty brands have refined the formula, offering non-sticky textures and deeper nude shades tailored for Black women. Whether worn alone or layered over lipstick, glossy lips remain a go-to for effortless glamour and confidence. #7. Metallic and dark vampy lips Photo: @hallebailey/Instagram The ‘90s makeup trends were a playground for bold lip colors, from deep plums to metallic browns that exuded both edge and elegance. Icons like Toni Braxton and Erykah Badu made these statement shades a beauty staple, and their resurgence today proves their timeless allure. Now, modern formulas offer richer pigmentation and hydration, making shades like matte chocolate brown and shimmering burgundy more versatile than ever. The revival of ‘90s makeup trends isn’t just a trip down memory lane—it’s a celebration of self-expression and individuality. With Black celebrities and beauty influencers putting their own spin on these iconic looks, the era’s signature styles continue to evolve while honoring their original impact. Featured image: @temsbaby/Instagram For the latest in fashion, lifestyle, and culture, follow us on Instagram @StyleRave_ —Read also Vivian Bens A creative writer with a voracious appetite for fashion, beauty, lifestyle and culture. As one who's passionate about the advancement of the woman, creating content that inspire smart style and living, and positive lifestyle changes is a calling I take seriously. At Style Rave, we aim to inspire our readers by providing engaging content to not just entertain but to inform and empower you as you ASPIRE to become more stylish, live smarter and be healthier. 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