#how to clear blemishes on face naturally

[honeytonedhottie]

extra self care routine⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🍦

this 8 step self care routine is meant to be super DUPER over the top but its intended more so to make u feel like the goddess that u are and to simply pamper, and spoil urself as u should...plus you'll smell like a cupcake after 🎀

warning, LONG post ahead but thats because i tried to be thorough and clear on the steps of this 8-step routine.✨🧁

STEP ONE ; ICING UR FACE

the benefits of facial icing include more radiant skin, helps with spider lines, and blemish control. if u wanna know more about icing ur face i recommend u read this.

but typically you'll fill up a bowl with some water and ice and dunk ur face in the ice in 60 second intervals (thats how i like to do it) or you take an ice cube and run that on ur skin.

STEP TWO ; OILING UR HAIR

i personally dont recommend oiling ur hair overnight, once u apply ur hair oil into ur hair let it sit for 30 minutes - 4 hours depending on how much time u have on ur hands, but if ur gonna do the 8 step self care ritual i would assume u had some time.

use the scalp massaging tool for blood flow to ur head and MASSAGE. imagine all of ur stress seeping out of ur body. it might sound strange, but when im doing this step i imagine myself rearranging and organizing my thoughts 💀.

while ur doing this whole routine i recommend playing an affirmation tape in the background, or ur favorite playlist. 🧁

STEP THREE ; MASKS

next i'll use a spray bottle and wet my hair before going in with my hair mask, and once thats in ur hair use the claw clip to keep ur hair up and out of ur face.

now its time for the facial mask and i recommend keeping kind of an ARSENAL of masks, whether its a liquid or clay mask or sheet masks just have them on u because i usually do face masks of any sort 1-2 times a week for my LUSTROUS glow.

while u have the hair and face masks in, its a good time to do some dry brushing to remove dead skin cells and improve blood circulation. some other masks that u can do to be EXTRA are lip masks and under eye masks.

STEP FOUR ; IN THE SHOWER

wash ur hair as you would usually do, use the body scrub before using a body wash that has similar tones to the body scrub (this is called scent layering) and while in the shower i recommend to do a shower meditation.

if y'all r interested i'll make a shower meditation guide and u can record ur own voice doing the meditation so u can use it ✨

while ur in the shower make sure to be meticulous and take ur time while u wash ur body. do double cleansing so that u can ensure that you're squeaky clean.

now is also the time to shave if u like to do that and remember use a body scrub BEFORE u shave and once ur out of the shower to use a body oil to prevent ingrowns and to just have a smoother shave in general.

STEP FIVE ; OUT OF THE SHOWER

use ur body oil and ur body lotion, this kind of goes along with the before bed slugging notion which gives the SOFTEST most amazing skin in the morning so i highly recommend it.

HOT TIP FROM HONEY ; using a warmed up towel adds to the whole spa experience so i def recommend that, warming up towels/blankets/robes makes me feel so cozy and toasty 🧋✨

the formula for before bed slugging is (body oil + body lotion + a thick body butter/cream)

STEP SIX ; REPAIR AND REPLENISH

once your out of the shower and you’ve slugged ur body, use a leave in conditioner to repair and soothe damaged hair.

use a face milk

cuticle oil

now’s the time to use pimple patches

and things of that nature in general

this ensures that ur being absolutely meticulous and replenishing ur body the proper way. taking care of ur base so that u can make it absolutely GLOW ✨

STEP SEVEN ; FACIAL MASSAGE

use a gua sha and any other facial massage tools to help blood circulation and just be EXTRA. to sculpt ur face like the goddess you are.

facial massage stimulates blood circulation, promoting oxygen flow and nutrient delivery to the skin cells. facial massage helps to release the tension held in the facial muscles, alleviating stress lines and promoting a more youthful appearance.

AND if ur consistent with facial massage, you'll can enhance skin elasticity AND diminish fine lines.

STEP EIGHT ; YOGA AND STRETCHES

nothing feels better then massaging and stretching stiff limbs, especially if u have pains or aches in ur body. look up a follow along, super light, yoga routine or a stretching routine.

i think that a rly good stretch is the perfect way to end ur super duper over the top 8 step self care routine 💗🎀

[covenofagatha]

If you are able to. Could you please write an AgathaxReader where reader is very inscure about herself. Specifically the size of her breasts and Agatha shows reader just how much she appreciates every part of even the parts reader doesn't like. Maybe some soft smut.

(I don't see a lot about this.) But as always, only write this if you are comfortable with it.

💜🖤

Hope you enjoy!

What makes you beautiful

When you're feeling a little self-conscious about your body, Agatha takes it upon herself to make you feel better

Word count: 2400

Warnings: body issues, low self-esteem, soft sex, oral, fluff, praise

It’s your fourth date with Agatha and you wonder how mad the older woman would be if you cancelled. 

It’s not that you didn’t want to see her – because of course you do, she was great company and so hot and her lips on yours made you see stars – but you’re having a bit of a rough day. 

Before one of your classes, you had gone into the bathroom only to find one of the most perfect-looking girls on the planet complaining about a microscopic pimple on her face to her just-as-perfect two best friends. 

You know it shouldn’t have set you off the way it did, but watching three girls who were naturally gorgeous with clear skin and big boobs and curly hair talk about how “awful” they looked touched a sore spot. 

Going into the big stall, you tried really hard to ignore your reflection in the mirror. You’re not really sure when that started happening, but ever since middle school, when you had the worst acne you’d ever seen, you stopped wanting to look at yourself. 

It’s a lot better now, six months of Accutane did wonders for you, but you still have scars on your cheeks and wrinkles and just so many more blemishes than anyone else seemed to have. 

But that had been enough to send your insecurities flaring up, about your face, your body, your age, your inexperience, especially when you thought about Agatha. And now you’re in a spiral of low self-esteem and doubt.

You had met Agatha while working as a barista. The first time she had walked through the doors, you had found yourself absolutely enchanted by everything about her: her long dark hair, her blue eyes, the confidence absolutely radiating off her. She was perfect. 

And you were the tongue-tied barista who kept stuttering while repeating her order because of her intense gaze on you. 

She just smirked though. 

She then started making comments about how pretty you were when you would bring her the coffee, but you thought she was just being sweet. 

Until Agatha finally asked you out, teasing you for not picking up on her flirting. You had just stared at her, completely dumbfounded, feeling like a complete idiot. 

And things had gone well! She had taken you out to a nice dinner on your first date, a movie on your second, and pottery painting on your third. 

Dropping you off at your dorm after each one like a perfect gentlewoman, never doing more than brushing a soft kiss against your lips. 

And now, tonight, the fourth date is at her house. 

Mostly by your doing. 

When you had found out that the older woman had never even seen an episode of The Office, one of your favorite shows, you made it your personal mission to change that. 

You can’t cancel, you know that. Plus, you don’t really want to. The older woman always finds a way to make you feel better.

But you sigh while putting on some light makeup, cursing your brain for being so affected by the girls earlier. 

You know Agatha likes you. You know this. You can see it in the way her eyes sparkle when she smiles at you and the way she laughs when you say something silly and the way she gives you the best hugs when she drops you off after your dates. 

And there’s no way Agatha would be with someone if she didn’t want to, least of all with a college kid half her age. 

You chant those facts in your head like a mantra on the drive over to her house and all the way to her front door. You raise your hand to knock but it swings open to reveal Agatha in jeans and an oversized button-down shirt. 

“Hey, baby,” she says, stepping aside to let you come in. You press a kiss to her cheek and she returns it and then leads you to the living room. It’s your first time at her house and you can’t help but take everything in. 

It’s very her. From the artwork on the walls to the decor on the coffee table, you can tell that it’s her house, and you love it. 

“So, do you want to eat now or just dive right in?” Agatha asks, grabbing the remote to the television and offering it to you. It’s still early afternoon and you aren’t too hungry, plus you’re really not in the mood to eat. 

You take the remote from her and click the power button. “Can we eat in a little bit?” She nods and sits on the couch, patting the spot next to her. You happily sit down and she wraps an arm around you to hold you close. It’s the most contact you’ve had with Agatha and her fingers against your lower back are heating you up. 

Navigating to the show, you find the pilot episode and warn her that the entire first season is bad. She laughs melodically and kisses your temple. 

Halfway through it, you start getting antsy. Your leg begins to bounce and you tap your fingers absentmindedly against your thigh. 

You’ve already seen it and it hasn’t gotten any less cringey, plus you can smell Agatha’s sweet perfume. 

“You okay?” Agatha asks quietly, noticing that you’ve gotten restless. You hum in agreement, tilting your head to look up at her, when you find her staring back at you. 

More specifically, at your mouth. 

You close the gap before you can even think about it, and she smiles against you in surprise. At first, it’s just tentative, small grazes but then it becomes more; your lips part for her hot tongue to slip inside and you moan at the feeling and taste of her. 

The kiss gets heavier and her hands blindly help you maneuver until you’re sitting in her lap. She fumbles for the remote and then you can hear the television go quiet before she gently sucks at your bottom lip and her fingers slide down your back until they’re resting at your waist. 

“Agatha,” you breathe, tugging at her hair, shifting on her. She plays with the bottom of your shirt and then slips her hands underneath it so her skin is bare against your hips. You gasp at the warmth and you begin to feel a pull in the lower part of your stomach. 

But then she grabs onto the hem and, looking right into your eyes, asks, “Can I take this off?” Panic slowly starts to fill you even though you try to fight it. 

“Oh, um, yeah, okay,” you say, nerves evident in your voice, and her eyes widen. 

“Is everything okay? Sorry, I don’t mean to push, we don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do,” she says, yanking her hands away from your body, and you can tell how guilty she feels. 

You take her hands in yours, interlacing your fingers. “No, I want to, it’s just…” you trail off, looking anywhere but at her in the room. 

“What, doll? You can tell me anything, you know that.” 

You take a deep breath. “I’m just a little self-conscious. Like about myself and my body.” And then the words start to pour out of your mouth. “I just wish my face and my stomach and my boobs and like all of it were different.” 

Tears prick your eyes from embarrassment at your outburst and you dare to glance at her, expecting her to be laughing or something. 

But she’s solemnly looking right back at you. “Baby, you are so perfect,” she says so softly that it almost makes your heart melt. 

You scoff in disbelief and she kisses your nose, your forehead, and then both of your cheeks. She tilts your face up so she can kiss your chin. 

“Every part of you is so beautiful.” 

You blush furiously. “M’kay.Thank you,” you mumble, not knowing how to deal with the praise. “You don’t have to say that.” 

“Say what, doll? The truth?” You try to squirm away but she doesn’t let you. “Can I show you how perfect I think you are?” 

You look, really look, into her eyes and see only compassion and earnestness. You nod. “Okay.” She smiles and turns your face so she can press her lips against every blemish you have on your right cheek, and then repeats on the left side. 

You’re almost completely overcome by emotion when she whispers “Beautiful.” You drag her mouth to yours, needing to feel more of her. 

This time, you don’t wait for her to ask to take your shirt off. You reach down and pull it over your head and get immense pleasure in the way she looks down and groans. 

“Oh, doll,” she sighs, hands tracing over your stomach and up to the edge of your bra. You chew on your bottom lip, still feeling hints of insecurity. You know boob size is something that you rationally shouldn’t be bothered by, but you still wish they were bigger. Agatha reaches around you to toy with the clasp. “Can I?” 

“Yeah,” you breathe, tensing just a little when she slides the bra off you. You fight the urge to cover yourself but Agatha just sharply inhales. 

“God, look at you,” she says, more to herself than to you, and then her hands are cupping you. Your head rolls back as her thumbs play with your nipples. “You’re so fucking perfect, baby. Your body is so fucking perfect.” 

She leans down and licks up your breast, chuckling at your moan. Her teeth nip at the undersides of the slight curvature and your breathing has quickly increased, the heat in your stomach rapidly growing. When her tongue flicks over your nipples and she sucks them into her mouth, it’s like there’s a wire running straight from your breasts to your cunt and she’s lighting it up.

“Agatha,” you plead but she stays right where she is, dragging her mouth over every square inch of your chest until you’re dripping. She goes painstakingly slow, paying so much more attention to your breasts than you ever thought possible, and you’ve turned into a whimpering, needy mess on top of her.  

“Why don’t you lay on your back, baby?” She suggests and you move quicker than you’d ever have to climb off her lap and readjust on the couch, all your insecurities forgotten and washed away with Agatha’s lips. 

But she’s committed to making sure that you feel good about yourself. Her mouth moves downwards, scraping her teeth gently against your ribs and stomach, against the little pouch that you can’t get rid of no matter how hard you try, leaving a trail of saliva. It tickles when she dips her tongue into your belly button and you giggle, but her featherlight kisses make you feel more accepting of yourself than ever. Goosebumps have risen all over you even though there is a fire in your belly. 

“So pretty,” she whispers, eyes flicking back up to you to take in your needy state. 

“Agatha,” you whimper again, begging for more, desperately needing for her mouth that feels so good against you to just go a little lower. 

She chuckles and you can feel the vibrations against your skin, making you roll your hips. “Patience, honey,” she shushes. “Let me worship you and show you just how much I appreciate all of you.” A small sound escapes your lips when she playfully bites at your pelvic bone and she goes back to painting your stomach with her mouth.

And when she finally, finally, tugs at the waistband of your shorts, you don’t have a single doubt or insecurity in your head. You raise your legs up to help her take them off and then she drags down your underwear so slowly it makes you even more crazy for her.

“Baby, you’re so wet,” she remarks, hands stroking up and down your inner thighs. 

You clench around nothing and whine. “Please, Aggie, I need you.” She sinks her teeth into the sensitive flesh on the insides of your legs and then soothes the spots with her tongue. 

“You’re so perfect, princess. You’re so beautiful, every part of you. Just the picture of flawlessness,” she says, at last stroking through your folds with her tongue. Your head falls back against the pillow at how good, how hot, she feels against you and a moan slips out of your mouth. You’re already so worked up from her teasing and she knows just what to do to build up your pleasure quickly. She knows it won’t take long and she’s not going to drag it out. 

“So pretty, such a pretty pussy,” Agatha says absentmindedly, dipping her tongue inside you, curling it, and then dragging it up to swirl at your clit. Your hands tangle in her hair while she continues moving her mouth on you, making little noises that reverberate against your cunt and only heighten the pleasure. 

“Agatha, so close,” you groan, grinding her hips against her face even more to chase the feeling building up in you. 

She pulls away for one second. “Cum for me, my perfect, beautiful princess,” she says and you gasp, the praise getting you to the edge. And then her teeth scrape against your clit and she sucks hard on it, which throws you over and you cum all over her face, hips still rolling while she continues to lap at you. 

You whimper when it becomes too much and you tug on her hair to pull her back up into a long kiss. 

“Thank you,” you whisper. 

She smiles against your lips. “Feel better, baby?” You nod your head and clasp her cheeks to kiss her even deeper. “Do you want to turn the TV back on?”

“Can we just cuddle for a bit?” You ask hopefully, and her face lights up. Your heart soars with so much fondness for this older woman.

“Of course, doll.” She wraps you up in a blanket from the couch and you settle in next to her, wrapping an arm and a leg around her. She kisses your head. “You’re so perfect, don’t ever think otherwise.”

And for maybe the first time ever, you believe it. 

[corroded-hellfire]

Hi! I had this idea for the As you wish - series. What if reader finds her first grey hair or maybe spot the first lines on her face and panics because she thinks "Eddie was drawn to me because I was so young, what if he won't be drawn to me anymore?!"

Ah, the signs of aging. As someone who has had a line across her forehead for years now, I felt this lol. Despite what society tries to tell us though, aging is good! Never forget that.

Words: 2.1k

[As You Wish masterlist]

Waking up before your alarm clock used to be considered a sin to you. It’s not like you were always out partying all night in college when you were younger, it’s just the principle of the thing. How dare your body naturally wake you up just as the sun is making its first appearance over the horizon? The words “early morning” left a sour taste in your mouth, and you’d do whatever you could to get a few extra hours of sleep.

If growing up and becoming a productive member of society didn’t get your body accustomed to waking up earlier than in your teenage years, being a mom of three certainly did. 

The boys are both teenagers themselves now and won’t get up for school willingly, which means you’ve had to learn a few tricks over the years. But one of those tricks was seemingly fading as time ticked by as well. Eliza used to be up before the crack of dawn, her cries or laughter beating the rooster’s crow to the punch. Now that she’s pushing four years old, she often sleeps later than you or Eddie, which means she’s not readily available to bother her brothers into a wakened state. That still leaves Eddie though, and he considers it a joy to annoy his sons awake—payback for all the years they did it to him. 

But this morning you’re awake not only before your alarm, but before anyone else in the house as well. A few emerging beams of sunlight shine through the gaps in your blinds and warm the side of your face as you turn towards it. A content hum leaves your lips as you open your eyes, blinking away the bits of sleep still clinging to the corners. Your heavy head lolls to the other side and comes face to face with your sleeping husband. 

It’s impossible not to smile at his open jaw dotted with scruff, just a hint of drool pooling in the corner. Telling yourself to get up out of bed and not bury your face in his chest and cuddle back into the blankets feels like a Herculean task as you gaze at his handsome face. 

With a sigh, you push yourself up and stretch your arms up over your head. The bright side of being the first one up is that you can go through your morning routine in peace, you suppose. 

The plush carpet is warm on your toes as you slip from bed and pad over to the en suite bathroom. A fierce yawn erupts from your mouth as you turn on the faucet to wash your face. The back of your hands rubs against tired eyes as you wait for the water to heat to an acceptable temperature. The house is quiet and still around you, giving you a sense of calm that you’re sure won’t last once the kids are awake. 

A green washcloth hangs on a hook next to the mirror above your sink and you lather it with your apple blossom-scented soap before rubbing it over your face. The scratch of the cloth on your skin feels good, taking any remnants of the full night’s sleep off and preparing you for the new day. 

You let the wet swatch of fabric fall back down into the sink and grab the matching towel to pat your face dry. As you hang the towel back on the hook, you lean in towards the mirror above the sink and let your eyes roam over your features. Luckily, it seems like that small breakout you had last week has finally cleared up and your chin is blemish free. Your eyes trail farther up and once they get to your forehead your hands grip the side of the sink with enough force to crack the white porcelain in half.

There is a line across your forehead. 

Immediately, your hand goes up and tries to rub it away. Still there. Maybe it’s a smudge on the mirror. All your hand does is smear fingerprints across the glass surface, but the line on your face is still there. 

Gently, you rub the tips of your fingers over the crease in your skin. When you can feel the indent where it used to be firm, an involuntary whimper falls from your lips. Your forefinger traces the line back and forth from the left side of your face to the right. Tears gather in the corners of your eyes and your arms drop down to your sides.

You have a wrinkle. 

The ugly word has the tears spilling over your bottom lids and you squeeze your eyes shut. This is ridiculous, you try to tell yourself. It’s perfectly normal. Aging is a good thing. You force your eyes open and glare at the unwelcome addition to your face. But why does aging mean you’ll start to feel insecure about how your body changes? Wasn’t puberty enough of that bullshit?

A sharp inhale of breath and your hands fly to cover your mouth as a thought occurs to you. What is Eddie going to think? He was drawn to you because of your youth, so what now? Is he going to find this wrinkle gross? Will he find you unappealing now? Are younger, hotter girls going to turn his head?

The thoughts come on too quickly and you're flooded by a wave of panic and grief. Tears flow freely down your cheeks, and you make a conscious effort not to scrunch your face up, lest you get more wrinkles. 

A small sob wracks your body, and you tighten your hands over your mouth. Part of you knows this is an overreaction, that Eddie won’t care, but the irrational side of you has its claws too deep in you now to let go. 

“Babe?”

Eddie’s groggy voice calls out and his footsteps approach the bathroom door. As if it will keep him from seeing you, you press your back against the bathroom wall and keep your hands firmly clutched over your mouth.

A mop of frizzy bedhead pops in the doorway and Eddie looks in the other direction before swinging his gaze around and spotting you. Instantly, he’s more alert as he takes in your body language. He comes to stand in front of you and places his hands gently on your upper arms.

“Princess, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asks. 

Not trusting your voice, you shake your head, hands still covering your mouth.

“What?” Eddie asks. “You’re not okay?” Gently, he pries your fingers from your lips and holds them securely in his own hands. “Hey, come on. Please talk to me.”

Try as you might to find the right words to say, nothing comes to mind. Too much is rattling around your head and the only thing that comes out of your mouth are whines as your sobs pick up. Instinctively, you step in towards Eddie and bury your face in his neck. Strong arms wrap around you and hold you close to his warm, solid frame. 

“Hey…” Eddie coos as he rubs a large hand up and down your back. It’s a tone you’ve heard him use with Eliza a hundred times before when he’s trying to get her to take a breath and use her words. “Sweetheart, talk to me. Please?”

It takes a lot of your strength to pull back and wipe your eyes and nose off on your arm. The concern in Eddie’s eyes damn near sends you into another fit, but you manage to keep it together. 

“I-I…” I have a wrinkle is what you plan to say. “I’m s-scared.”

Your husband’s eyebrows pinch together as he studies your face. He’ll probably spot the problem on your face on his own if he keeps looking at you like this. 

“Scared? Baby, what are you scared of?”

At his question, a new round of tears does come. You try to ward them off though, shaking your head and wiping your eyes. I’m scared you’re not going to be attracted to me anymore. I’m scared you’re going to think I’m old. I’m scared I’m freaking out and don’t know how to stop it.

None of those words form on your tongue though, so with a shaky hand you reach up and point to the crease above your eyebrows. Eddie’s gaze drifts to where you’re pointing but this only seems to confuse him more.

“What is it? What am I supposed to be looking at?” he asks. When you jab repeatedly at your forehead with your finger, Eddie gently grabs your wrist and lowers your arm back down. “Angel, you’ve gotta talk to me.”

“A-A wrinkle,” you manage to squeak out just above a whisper. 

Eddie frowns and looks at your forehead again. He squints his eyes and shrugs his shoulders.

“I see a faint line. Why does that scare you?”

“Because it means I-I’m old.”

Laughter is the last thing you expect to hear from your husband. But when you look up at him there’s an amused look on his face as he shakes his head. 

“Babe, you’re twenty-nine. If you’re old, then I’m the damn crypt keeper.”

“M’not like when you met me,” you mumble, looking down in embarrassment. 

“No, you’re not,” Eddie says plainly. “And neither am I.” When you look up at him in confusion, Eddie sighs and gently tugs you closer to him. He takes a seat on the closed toilet lid and pulls you into his lap. “Pretty girl, we’ve known each other for about a decade now. Neither of us are the same. I’ve got gray in my beard now and these crow’s feet around my eyes.”

“They’re sexy,” you’re quick to inform him.

“What makes you think I don’t think your changes are sexy?” your husband asks with a raised eyebrow. 

“This isn’t sexy,” you say with a sigh as you rub your hand across your forehead. 

“Is to me,” Eddie says with a shrug. “I’ve got more tattoos now. You’ve given birth. Jesus hun, I’m in a different decade than I was back then. We’re not a couple in their twenties and thirties anymore—it’s twenties and forties.”

His fingers gently dig into your sides, making you squeak in laughter and squirm around in his lap. 

“Until I turn thirty in a few months,” you say. Words burn at the back of your throat, and you know you shouldn’t say them. But they need to come out and make themselves known. “You’ll still want me, right? When I’m thirty? With these lines starting?”

Eddie stares at you for a moment, his doe eyes scanning your face. You see the moment something clicks in his mind.

“Wait, don’t tell me that’s what you’re scared of?”

When you still avoid looking him in the eye and remain silent, Eddie lets out a long sigh. 

“There is no line or wrinkle that could make you anything less than the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Not a damn thing in this world could make me not want to be with you. I love you. Always have, always will. Wrinkles or not. Acne or not. Scars, gray hair, injuries, sickness, it doesn’t matter. You’re my girl and that’s all there is to it.”

Emotion swells within your chest and it’s difficult to keep it contained. Hoping to convey what your voice can’t, you lean forward and rest your forehead against Eddie’s. 

“Actually,” Eddie adds softly, “I think wrinkles and gray hair are pretty great things. Because it means we’re growing old with each other. No one else I’d want by my side, to go through this with.”

“I’m so lucky to be your girl,” you manage in a hoarse whisper, trying to quell the tears that build up—now for a different reason. 

A soft chuckle has Eddie’s breath ghosting across your lips.

“It’s absolutely me who is the lucky one, princess. I love you so goddamn much.” 

“I love you too—”

“Mama!”

Little hands beat on the wood of the closed bathroom door. You and your husband share a whispered laugh as you drop your head down to his shoulder. 

“What’s up, sweet pea?” Eddie calls back.

The banging stops and there’s a beat of silence before your daughter replies.

“I called for Mama.”

A snort of laughter leaps out of you at Eliza’s tone. Eddie shakes his head in amusement and lets out an overdramatic sigh.

“See?” He speaks softly to you. “None of us can live without you.” The banging starts up again, a little faster this time. Eddie winces and squeezes one eye shut. “Even for a second, apparently.”

[skzfairyyydreamz]

hi!! Ik this isnt very cheerful for ur early request😭 but if u r doing headcannons can i request straykids w an s/o whoes insecure maybe about like acne?? 🫶

Bf!Skz when s/o is insecure about acne❣️

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Bf!Skz x gn!reader

A/n: Sorry for the wait with this one my love i’ve been a bit busy but i hope you enjoy! Feedback, replies, and reblogs are greatly appreciated! To anyone who may be struggling with acne, skin issues/disorders etc know that your beauty grows from the inside. so don’t ever let something temporary define you. You are so loved. Thank you for being here. Sending big hugs to all who need it right now. 🫂❤️ ~Fae 🧚🏽‍♀️ (M.Lists)

(dm’s requests and taglist are open!!)

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Chan

Channie is Definitely the “i know you better than you know yourself” kind of Bf so he notices everything about you. Especially when you aren’t happy with yourself.

Physically not being able to sit back and watch you look at yourself in the mirror with disgust; he walks over to you and pulls you away from the mirror.

“Stop that” “stop what?” you immediately respond trying to walk past him avoiding eye contact as if your mind wasn’t racing a mile a minute with negative thoughts about yourself.

quickly pulling you into a tight embrace “C’mere you know you can’t hide from me my love” he says in a soft whisper as he began pressing kisses to your head and the side of your face. You then realize there was no escaping this conversation.

“You are so, SO beautiful and you literally have no idea.” You hug him back burying your face into his chest as your eyes start to water still refusing to look him in the eyes. “but i don’t feel beautiful channie… my skin looks so nasty right now” “it doesn’t matter honey, it’s temporary. Acne comes and goes, its natural bc you’re a human. You’re MY human and a little breakout isn’t going to change the way that i love you or the amazing person that you are. so don’t let it change the way you feel about yourself.”

After a few moments of silence Finally lifting your head up to look at him properly for the first time that morning, you see a smirking chan as he takes his thumb wiping away your tears “oh if only you could see yourself through my eyes darling… ”

Lee Know

is also SUPER quick to notice when you’re judging yourself.

i definitely see Lee know being an aggressive lover so off the rip he is not having it if his s/o is feeling ugly and unhappy with themselves.

Will definitely force you to do self love affirmations.

Standing in the mirror together as he hugs you from behind “Chin up .. now repeat after me…”

on the days you really struggle he is patient but very firm with you bc he is such a loverboy and will NOT accept ANYONE speaking down on the love of his life , not even yourself.

“Go on jagi … say it. We’re not moving until you love yourself!”

Changbin

Soft binnie ofc is very understanding and will also reassure you.

will let you rant and complain about how you feel listening carefully without interrupting.

Will definitely kiss all your breakouts and blemishes.

“Dont worry baby give it 2 weeks tops you wont even remember it was here.”

constantly reminds you how beautiful you look at random times during the day.

“Acne is temporary but my love is forever” he aggressively covers your face in kisses as you fall into a fit of giggles.

Yes .. very cheesy in his true cute binnie fashion lols

Hyunjin

will spoil you ROTTEN to the core.

the very second you complain about the smallest breakout he’s already on the phone booking you facials and skin treatments at a luxury spa.

You come home from work to see a huge gift basket on the kitchen counter overflowing with expensive skincare products. Facial cleansers, serums, toners, oils, spf’s, moisturizers, you name it, its in there.

“Jinnie .. baby what is all this??” “if my honey wants clear skin, then thats what you’ll get” “i swear i don’t deserve you” you say with teary eyes

“wait wait dont cry yet i have something else for you” “HUH??” in confusion and disbelief you watch hyunjin run off and return with a canvas. He turns it around and its a painting of you with the most beautiful flowers blooming from your face in the exact same spots you began to breakout a few days prior.

Han

Another aggressive lover.

you start pouting to him about your skin and it somehow turns into a mini lecture.

“Jagi your acne is flaring up again bc you’ve been too stressed out. how may times do i have to ask you to leave that fuck ass job and just let me take care of you!? “But ji-” “And you stress eating all this junk food isn’t helping either!”

he’s definitely holding you accountable for eating cleaner and making sure you drink enough water throughout the day

And if you fail to do so he is definitely on your ass about it! 😂

Felix

Lix is very comforting when you come to him in actual tears the day before a red carpet fashion event you two were attending together. “lix i cant go like this, look at my fucking face??” “Hun it’s really not as bad as you think, i promise.” “it is lix! i dont know how to cover this up” you began to cry again “would you feel better if i called Maya to come give you a professional full glam for tomorrow?” he reassures you hugging you tight and rubbing your back while already reaching for his phone to text his makeup artist.

But he also disciplines you about talking bad about yourself.

He has this rule where you can only make one negative comment about yourself a day. And every time you break that rule he throws one of your beloved pocket mirrors away (you had a LOT and he knew that)

“ Ew why do i-” “ EH?!? what was that!?” he glared at you with a raised eyebrow. “Gimmie me!” “But lix wait- we’re in public i need to know how my skin looks!” “idc hand it over.. you look beautiful and since you cant be nice to yourself now you’ll just have to take my word for it.” he cut you off with his hand out.

accepting your defeat you sigh loudly closing the compact mirror putting it in his hand and pouting as he got up with a smirk walking away to throw your 5th mirror this week in the trash

Seungmin

much like seungmin you are very strong and independent, you keep your “burdens” to yourself trying not to complain too much or trouble anyone with your issues. Especially if you are insecure about them.

but minnie knows when you’re struggling.

he knows you get a bit agitated when you dont feel your best and thats when you begin to distance yourself a bit more.

His love language being acts of service he would do small things for like make you natural homemade remedies like his mom used to do for him anytime your skin would flare up real bad.

after getting out of the shower still pouty from a long grumpy day, “here” he hands you a spray bottle. “ What’s this min? ”

“Aloe vera face mask” he says simply giving you a kiss on the forehead and walking away not wanting to make you feel bad for bringing up something he knows you’re insecure about.

i.n

whenever you’re breaking out jeongin does everything he possibly can to keep his lover happy.

he will definitely help you create a WHOLE NEW skincare routine.

he’s working overtime researching different products and the ingredients that would work best with your skin type.

even tho you are not happy about your acne he thoroughly enjoys your new way of spending quality time together.

“you know you don’t have to make this an US thing, right? Your skin already looks great” “how about you mind your little business and pass me the toner” you try to hold back a laugh as your sassy boyfriend stared you down through the mirror of your shared bathroom.

buying and trying a ton of new skincare products together.

rating which ones you liked best and which ones didn’t work at all for you.

he will even book you an appointment to see a dermatologist if you need to and ofc he’s gonna be going with you!

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[scarletttries]

Write A Kiss Request: Gun Woo (Bloodhounds) x Reader ...a kiss on a scar

(prompt list here) & 2025 Request List - requests open

...a kiss on a scar for Gun Woo

You could never get used to seeing Gun Woo around the house of the older gentleman you worked for. It was like seeing an angel in your own home, a statuesque Greek god walking past you on the street, like the most beautiful idol you could imagine saying good morning to you day after day. And he was so sweet about it too, so unassuming, so timid. You almost had a hard time believing this was the same man who could take out whole gangs of criminals with just his fists.

Maybe the most difficult part about seeing Gun Woo every day was that it slowly became clear that he couldn't see his own beauty for himself. Despite being as close to perfection, inside and out, as a man can be, you could tell he averted his gaze every time he passed a mirror, so fixated with the one recent blemish on his otherwise boyish face. It was hard to watch him flinch away from your gaze when you found yourself staring his way for a little too long, Gun Woo naturally assuming the lingering looks were for completely the wrong reason. Where you saw a sweet, brave, handsome man, he could only see a disfigured scar he was sure would haunt him for all his days. There was only so long you could let him think like that for.

It was a normal morning of him arriving at your philanthropic boss's home, waiting for an audience with the older man and standing in the hall by the time you arrived for the day. As you stepped through the door he didn't sense your presence, letting himself stare deeply into the small mirror opposite and running a finger firmly over the jagged scar that ran down his cheek and along his jaw. You couldn't tell if his slight flinch was from the feel of it under his fingertip, or from you appearing in the mirror, stepping behind him so your reflection could offer him the gentle smile you thought he might need today.

"When I've settled all my family's debts, and my mother's cafe is fixed again, I'm going to save up for the surgery to fix this scar." Gun Woo mumbled the words quickly, speaking to your reflection rather than turning to face you, sure he knew what you were thinking and that you didn't need a closer look at him. Without breaking your concentrated gaze you stepped a bit closer to him until you stood shoulder to shoulder, really taking in his reflection despite how it seemed to make him squirm.

"Why do you want the surgery?" You asked softly to his mirrored form, hoping he wouldn't find it offensive that you wanted to understand a little more.

"I think this scar will stop me from getting some of the things I want in life." He shook his head before adding in a nervous chuckle, "I don't think I will be able to get a nice, pretty girlfriend if I look like this." In the small silver screen you saw him raise his hand slightly, as if gesturing towards you as the definition of pretty, enough encouragement for you to say what needed to be said.

"For what it's worth, I think it suits you." Gun Woo's head jerked to the side, no longer looking in the mirror and instead focusing solely on you, "It shows who you are, you know? That you're brave, and strong, and loyal, and fearless." As you let each compliment spill from your lips, Gun Woo edged closer to you, leaning forward slightly to be closer to your eye level, scanning your soft expression for any sign of deceit and coming up empty. He looked at you so adoring as you spoke, so awestruck by your kindness, that you couldn't help but edge a little bit closer yourself. "I think the world would be a much better place if everyone carried their scars the way you do." And with that final sweet sentiment you placed a soft kiss on the marked cheek, one hand gently holding the opposite side of his face to keep him from moving out of reach before you could.

Body frozen and mind racing Gun Woo just blinked at you in disbelief, mouth hanging open slightly as you quickly pecked the scarred edge of his jaw for good measure and then skipped off into the home to start your day, letting him stew on your words and affections in his own time.

Turning back to the mirror Gun Woo ghosted his fingertips over the slightly glistening places your lips had touched, finally processing what had happened enough to let out a beaming smile at his own reflection. Maybe he didn't need to worry about saving money to cover his scars, he thought, watching the blood flush his cheeks a rosy pink. Maybe he should use that money to take you out to dinner instead.

***

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[confused-since-birth]

Shape of the unknown pt.1

Hi!! First, I want to say that (disclaimer) I’ve never written before, more so a fanfic. Also english is not my first language, so I may have some mistakes. Second, this is a work that doesn’t really respect everything that is canon (some things yes, others not so much) .

Sylus x reader (not MC), MC is also present though

Warnings: kinda angst, kinda fluff, suggestive, a little bit of stalking ig??

(written on artemas - how could you love someone like me, if you want the whole vibe I had writing this :) )

Tarus was the place for many kinds of people: thieves, traitors, murderers, so on and so forth. That doesn’t mean that everyone was a criminal, most people were just poor, therefore vulnerable.

You knew very well what it meant being vulnerable, used for transactions as if your life or death meant nothing more than a few coins. First years of your life were spent being a slave until one day a woman appeared before you. She was the epitome of beauty and calm. Her eyes scanned through the lines of slaves until they fixed on you. It might have been fate, might have been pure luck, but she took you under her care. This way Tarus became your home.

The woman was the Oracle of Tarus, teaching everything she knew: astrology, science, art and healing arts. However, the one thing that was not taught to you, a natural talent that brought her to become your protector and teacher: the gift of understanding what there was not to see and knowing what was to come.

The Temple of the Oracle was the only place where Tarus people would trust to be safe and taken care for. Sometimes you would see some that had a skin too clean, without the blemishes caused by the burning sun, lack of food and numerous fights. Their poor clothes looked too intentional. Those were aristocrats that hoped to get answers for their dilemmas, own diseases or to try and buy an oracle for themselves. They were usually welcome as the money from them played an important part in helping those who needed it.

Then the time came, yours became the title of Oracle.

Sylus didn’t care in the beginning about the new novice, even though he saw her many times. He had a strong bond with the precedent Oracle. When it was the time he promised to keep protecting the Temple and help the new priestess, if needed. He offered most of the funding, believe it or not.

With time, he got maybe even closer to you than anyone else before. Even though the veil you wore as a custom that marked you as a woman of the Temple, didn’t completely hide your face behind it, it’s soft opacity didn’t allow them to be clear – which sometimes, in the beginning at least, stirred something in him as he couldn’t read your reactions, nor feelings.

Sylus would request quite often for you to spend the evenings at his cave. Time would go flying as you two would chat on different subjects. Your presence was much appreciated by him, giving him an almost sense of peace.

Eventually, the visits didn’t happen so often. Your duty calls, as he did not. No-one needed to tell you why, as dreams came months before to whisper of the future and as objective and cold as you tried to be, your veins felt like they burned of anger?... sadness? broken heart? Maybe all of them? Needless to say, it’s no surprise when one afternoon your presence is requested to his cave. But you know it’s not him, but her.

The dark mauve veils that your dress was made of flowed like liquid around you. A headband made of woven metal kept in place the veil of your head, making you feel heavier than you already felt. Breathing was a hassle. Once you entered the cave, long silver locks welcome your eyes. A pair of blood red eyes welcome yours, but they were not his, your heart’s restless desire. The Sorceress’s lips form a smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. As beautiful as she was, you could swear she could at any time start hissing like a viper.

“You called for me” rolls of your tongue in a calm tone.

“I did. I have a question”, her voice is beautiful too, has something upbeat to it.

It is easily noticed that Sylus is not here. For sure she is in no way a stranger to your closeness to the dragon, which means that you can easily be called a foe. It's quite plausible that she would want to talk to you alone.

“It is said that your words ring only truth - “

“My words are the truth for a moment and a place, as future obeys no rules. Ask me a question and I might give you the best I can in the moment” the words fall from your mouth, trying to control your tone, not knowing if you succeed or not.

“Then tell me what you see in my future” she proceeds, getting close to you. So close that you feel her breath on your face.

You do not really know what game she plays at. As you close your eyes for moments, images start flowing from your dreams, others new appear, morphing into timelines and possibilities and most of them leave you choking on air. Your head starts spinning and a sheer layer of sweat appears on your skin.

“War is in your mind, leaving your hands dirty in blood that you can’t wipe off. Eons may come and go and blood will still be pouring, as it’s spoils your heart and the gem that you so much want will be forsaken in the thick, red liquid”, escapes out of your mouth almost unwillingly.

Her eyes fall to the floor for a second then she doesn’t even care to tell anything more, a sign it was time to return. As the thoughts of her stare, your mind seeks an answer for why must she do this. Why try and find out the future if she knows already what will happen? Why talk to you? Does the Sorceress want to be sure you won’t interfere?

Little did you know, another pair of ruby eyes follow you coming out of the cave. He heard your words. Sylus notices how your steps are hurried, breathing heavy, hands trembling. Something coils around his heart almost painful. The voice in which you delivered your prophecy, was not something he was used to. He thought how he wanted to see your face clear, look deep in your eyes and find out answers for his unasked questions. Sylus’s mind wanders to you in so many ways. At first he wanted to keep you close as it was no lie that the ability you possessed was much more cultivated than anyone’s. The ability to shape the unkown in different timelines, from the least to most possible and see time like a living and breathing creature was nothing short of breathtaking. Just as you.

In the end, in the middle of the night, something pulls him to the Temple. What he didn’t expect was finding you bathing in plants with such alluring smell that his eyes closed for a few moments. However, he opens them as curiosity peaks in his chest. Your eyes shine so beautiful, even more than the jewels in his cave. Your hair is sleek on your head and back from being wet. Your skin looks so soft and delicate. Sylus can’t move. In his head, he knows it’s not right, he should leave, at least wait for you to be done… but hidden behind one of the drapes that decorate your room, the urge to watch is more powerful.

His mind becomes preoccupied by thoughts of touching the skin, hair, looking at your eyes up close.

As you are too caught up in some inner monologue, a dragon awaits a miracle to move away or closer.

[kiwi-on-ice]

Kinktober 2024 day 28: Praise Kink with Lifeweaver

Gn reader, NSFW 18+

Also contains slight mirror kink

“Please beloved, keep your eyes on the mirror.” Niran coos gently, holding you on his lap firmly.

With a feather light touch, he gently drags his fingertips up and down your waist, feeling the goosebumps rise up in his path. As you shiver, his grin widens.

“Look at you…such a beautiful creature I have.” He murmurs, his fingers moving to pinch your nipples. At the pain, your back arches as you whimper, so he whispers “such beauty can be found in every single illicit reaction you gift me.”

Your cheeks flush at his words, like they do every time, to which he laughs. “I’m not sure why you get so shy each time I compliment you petal, do I not do it enough?”

“N-No you do it plenty!”

“Clearly not.” He says, a teasing lilt in his tone. “The answer is simply that I should praise you more. It’s what a pretty thing like you deserves.”

You giggle softly, as he begins to circle your nipples. Bucking your hips becomes instinctual, but your lover doesn’t seem to mind.

“Such a gorgeous chest you have. It’s a wonder I can keep my hands to myself. Especially when you make noises like-“

He tweaks them again, and you whimper gently. With a softness, he drags his lips over your shoulder, lavishing the skin in his attentions.

“Although your beauty doesn’t stop merely at your chest. The stunning nature of your form certainly gets better the lower down my hands travel.”

You can tell he’s having the time of his life flustering you at this degree. Not just by his facial expression in the mirror, but his clear erection poking your ass through his sweats. To get him back, you roll your hips, hearing the slight hiss that escapes him as his hands grab your hips tightly.

“Naughty thing. This is about you, not me.” He reprimands, before starting to lick at a portion of your neck. However you gasp softly when he starts to nibble and suck, leaving an obvious mark. “You know how much I hate to blemish your skin precious, but you need to learn to take what I give you.”

You nod softly, a soft whine clawing its way from your throat at his soft dominance. Keeping your hips still proves successful, as his hands trace down to feel you over your underwear.

“Oh petal…so aroused, and all for me. I’m blessed to have such a beautiful flower all for myself.”

His hand moves methodically as he gropes you, feeling you get more and more turned on as he kisses that spot below your ears that makes your spine tingle.

Every moan and whimper that you gift him only spurs him on, looking at your whole form twitching in the mirror. He finally slips his hand beneath your underwear, touching you in the way you’ve been craving.

“That’s it sweetheart, let me hear those sweet noises.” He groans, white hair falling into his face a little as he gets so caught up in the moment.

You grind against his touch, Niran’s words washing over you like a comforting aura, until all you can feel, all you can perceive is just him.

“My sweet angel.”

“You’re so stunning, like a Rembrandt painting turned into flesh.”

“Nothing on earth could prepare me for the divinity that is your body on mine.”

Each sickly sweet compliment only serves to bring you closer and closer to completion. His words make your chest tight, and the heat between your legs intensify, and it isn’t long before your thighs twitch.

“Niran please…”

“Oh beloved, are you going to cum for me?” He states, his other hand coming to rub your nipple once more.

As you nod, and his hand increases its pace, his mouth never stops running with compliments. He practically begs you to let him see your release, and he moans like he’s the one cumming when you finally let go.

“Oh, thank you petal. So good for me…so good.”

[cr4yolaas]

the night shift — an accident

prologue | masterlist | day 2

now playing: 춤 by damdamgugu

his phone flashes on as soon as he turns it off. the buzzing next to his head is all too repetitive, as if urging him to pick it up, just this once.

so he does.

he’s met with the familiar tune of the store doors closing and the clinking of glass before he can register who the person on the other side of the line is. he glances at the contact, her name plainly typed out with “(coworker)” beside it, both an indication and a reminder.

her words are slurred and her voice muffled by what he assumes to be her sweater, and in the syllables he can barely make out she calls out for a name he doesn’t quite recognize. “jus’ one more ride, please- it’ll be the last, i promise,” she mumbles. he doesn’t respond — he isn’t sure if he’s supposed to respond.

he knows it’s not meant for him (and that she’s far too inebriated to realize that). so, reasonably, he hangs up. the white noise dissipates and kageyama is met with silence.

it’s debilitating, almost, the moral conflict she’s presented him with. he doesn’t want to get up, too comfortable in the depths of his blankets and the darkness of his room. but something tugs at him to go, just in case, to see if she’d still be there waiting. he thinks it’s the nostalgia speaking — the years spent being called upon, being asked for by coaches and teammates and unfamiliar faces; he wonders how he discarded it so easily.

the air conditioning hums on, and kageyama is cold again. the ceiling starts to disappear from his vision. he isn’t sure if it’s right to go.

but he wants to.

——

snow piles up on the windows and around the door. he stands outside with an old sweater and scarf he found in the back of his closet, a habitual action he can’t find the origin of. the sign still reads “open,” despite it being an hour past closing, something that he would scold her for if not for the situation he’s faced with now.

the door jingles open, and in response, she mumbles the customary greeting (far from coherently). her arms cushion her head atop the counter with a collection of newly opened glasses circling her figure. the door to the storage room is cracked open, and the dots connect in his head instantly.

he doesn’t think about it, though. as if on instinct, he moves to clear the bottles and wipe down the space around her, all too naturally. when he’s done, he kneels beside her, her head at eye-level with his. he’s never seen her up close, he realizes. now, with her face deep in slumber and turned towards him, he can see the tiny blemishes and marks riddled on her skin. he can see the shape of her nose clearly, and he can see the length of her lashes. he wonders, in all their almost-year of working together, how he never noticed any of it. he doesn’t know why he yearns to know more.

his attempts to nudge her awake are futile, save for the few sleepy mumbles she releases with each push and tap. it’s exhausting to try any longer, he thinks, so he reaches for the scarf in his lap and opens it around her neck.

but much to his demise, that ghost of a touch is the trigger for her consciousness.

her eyes flitter open, slowly. she doesn’t move to sit up immediately, seemingly yet to process the scene. when she does, however, she nearly jumps.

“oh, fuck,” she all but yelps, and the sound makes him flinch, as well. the scarf falls to the floor behind her and his hands remain stagnant in the air. he can almost feel her breaths, heavy and cold and laced with hints of lychee-flavored beer. he doesn’t know what to do.

“i’m sorry,” he speaks first. an apology feels right.

she shakes her head fervently. “no, no, i’m sorry. what are you doing here?”

he stands up from his spot on the ground to grab the scarf. “you called me.”

he can see the realization flicker behind her eyes, as if recollecting the few moments before she passed out. warmth spreads through her face instantaneously. “oh my god, i’m so, so sorry,” she half-laughs, half-grimaces.

kageyama pays no mind to her endless apologies and instead motions to the sweater he brought, carefully folded and placed on the counter beside her. “you mentioned you were cold,” he states matter-of-factly, and he can’t see that it does little to help her embarrassment. what he can see are the goosebumps lining up on her arms from the short sleeve she dons. he wants to make fun of her, almost, because a t-shirt in the core of winter is akin to self-sacrifice. the remark falls flat on his tongue when he watches her scramble to collect her things and head towards the door alone.

“thank you, i’m sorry, bye-”

“it’s fine. i’ll walk you home.”

she pauses. then turns. then smiles. it’s warm.

“are you sure?” she questions, seemingly too afraid to bother him but not so afraid to turn down the offer easily, given it’s far too late in the night to walk alone. it’s probably the most they’ve ever spoken since meeting. he nods and hands her the sweater. she shimmies into it and the upturn of her lips only grows at the newfound comfort.

like routine, the lights shut off gradually and the sign at the door now reads “closed” (as it should have about an hour and a half ago). they walk into the cold of the night, the gentle breeze brushing against their faces. but this time, they follow the same path.

kageyama is silent, for the most part, because he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to say. on the other hand, she’s nearly bursting with energy, the alcohol still lingering, accompanied by the unfamiliar (yet cozy) scent of his sweater. the silliest things on the street earn a giggle from her — a child’s drawing trashed on the side, a malfunctioning streetlight, a comedy show blasting from the top floor of an apartment complex — but she lessens it little by little when she realizes how unreceptive he is. her first thought is that he’s irritated by the inconvenience, and that alone makes her want to shrivel up. but her second thought is that he’s just far too introverted to hold a conversation, and she decides that sounds more comfortable.

what she doesn’t know is that he’s too busy fighting with his own rationality. he thinks back to the open storage room, the almost-full pack of bottles she’d opened, and he tries to decipher why he doesn’t want to question it. he was taught to report every suspicious action he saw, even when it was his own peers, but something pulls him far, far away from that decision.

they approach the door to her apartment, and as soon as they come to a stop, she unleashes another set of apologies, alongside a promise to treat him for his troubles after their next shift. he nods again, this time with intent.

ᡣ𐭩 kags pining moment. he’s had a small work crush on her for the longest time but he doesnt really realize it

ᡣ𐭩 sho loves doing group activities w the roommates bc he knows he can get really busy at times. usually its always cooking or baking but they never complain

ᡣ𐭩 he also never fails to bring up his disdain for kags choosing not to go pro after hs. he is a hater in the truest sense

ᡣ𐭩 kenma and kuroo are obvs yn’s support system but they worry for her so much sometimes. bc of that kenma gets kinda mean but he means well

ᡣ𐭩 kageyama gave yn his old hs team hoodie and didnt notice the entire time

ᡣ𐭩 she also never ended up wearing the scarf so he was kinda awkwardly holding it the whole time

ᡣ𐭩 also yachi is going to be such an instigator in this smau <3

ᡣ𐭩 idk !! im already kinda insecure about this chapter but idrc 😄

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[eldritch-spouse]

Wife innocently asking Kalymir about all of his scars and touching them and fawning over him, seemingly oblivious to how hot n' bothered he's getting.

" YOU'RE STARING AGAIN, RUNT. "

Ah, he caught you. How can he blame you? Kalymir is quite something, physically speaking. It's hard not to notice him, not to stare at him. In such a vivid garnet coloration, it's hard not to focus on the gashes of blush rose that cross his figure, standing out like sore thumbs.

Kalymir doesn't hide them, in fact, he practically goes out of his way to display them, like they're the most beautiful part of his body. He seems to think other people's scars, whether from battle or simple "blemishes" of nature, are also attractive- It was very odd to see him constantly trace a slash across your arm from a soft training session.

Nevertheless, the King is kind of primal sometimes. In the sense that prolonged gazing agitates him severely. It's hard to tell if he enjoys it or not, but you know it definitely reads as a challenge, if the growl under his words is any indication.

" So I am. " You blink.

" IT'S GETTING ON MY FUCKING NERVES, SPEAK ALREADY. " He fumes.

It's clear you caught him in the middle of some sort of scheme, he only ever stands in front of his main (massive) fireplace with his arms behind his back when he's mulling over something. Kaly's already pissed from being interrupted, better not to test him further. But then again, you did come here to make sure he isn't spacing out in his own mind, in a positive feedback loop of fury...

" How did you get that one? " Walking to stand beside your demonlord, you point to his chest, specifically the large patch that crosses it diagonally.

Kalymir snorts, turning. " OH, SO YOU JUST CAME TO MAKE GOO-GOO EYES AT ME? "

You roll your eyes, but a lazy smile still graces your face. " I asked you a question. "

" I HEARD, DIPSHIT. "

Apparently, you've successfully brought him out of his thoughtful stupor, because the Icon grins wide, teeth ever flared, and squats in front of you.

" THIS ONE HERE? " He barks, and you nod silently. " IT'S MY FAVORITE. " And his biggest. You wouldn't be surprised if it was his favorite precisely for that reason. " I GOT IT THE DAY I BECAME KING OF WRATH. "

Eyebrows rise, you gawk openly, rising loud cackles out of him. " No shit-? "

" YEAH BITCH. " He leers, fetching one of your hands and putting it up against the gnarled flesh, just beneath the bone growths on his upper chest. You blush a little, though allow yourself to map it out. " FEEL IT. "

Kalymir flexes. Although you're entirely unaware of it, his tail wags increasingly faster behind him. " I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE IN THAT ARENA, YET I WALKED OUT AS THE BEST WRATH COULD OFFER! "

When he puts it like that, it really is a scar worth showing off. You'd wear it with pride too. It actually sits very well upon him.

"AND THIS- "

Your hand is forced to grope at the scarred flesh harder, every inch of tense muscle felt beneath his hot skin.

" IS MY TROPHY. YOU HEAR ME, PIPSQUEAK? "

" Y-Yeah. " Is his breathing faster? You suppose you'd get excited talking about such a cool conquest too. " That's so brutal! I bet it hurt like a motherfucker too, you're amazing. "

Kalymir beams, puffing out further before you, even going as far as to raise his arms in a perfect display pose so you can see the way the healed tissue stretches to accommodate movement. Your gleeful giggle has him beaming back, happy to show off.

" DAMN FUCKING RIGHT I AM. " He huffs, greedily allowing you to explore the length of said scar, relishing your little hands on him, your words of complete awe.

Kalymir licks at his teeth and groans, wondering how long it'll take before you stop babbling and notice the twitching tent in his loincloth.

[sundew199]

Fluff Drabble #1

tags: no specific p/n's used, except one mention of 'girlfriend', fluff

"Can you please hold still?"

Reiner scoffed, taking his arms that were encircled around your waist and crossing them over his chest, still moving after you asked him not too.

"I'm trying, but it doesn't exactly feel good getting your eyebrows plucked."

"Stop being a baby." Rolling your eyes and yanking another hair, feeling him jolt under you and doing little to hide the laugh. It was his fault for agreeing to this, letting you tweeze his eyebrows and perform your night time skin care routine on him. He grumbled some more when you brushed the spooly over the thick dirty blonde brows, checking to see if there were any more stray hairs to get.

All was clear finding no more, brushing the hairs back down and seeing the subtle arch present again. Immediately, Reiner tried to get up, moving out from under where you sat on his stomach.

"Where are you going?"

He gave you an annoyed look, remembering his earlier agreement to do skincare, huffing and throwing himself back onto the pillows propping him up against the headboard. He was so unnecessarily dramatic, being more of a diva than most girls you went to high school with, but you still loved him. Swinging you legs over him to get up, you dragged him off the bed and into the bathroom, letting him wet his face on his own. You hopped up to sit on the counter in front of him, taking your cleanser and letting it get sudsy on your fingers before rubbing it into his face.

Thankfully his facial hair wasn't as thick, remembering him shaving it off two or three days ago. Foamy bubbles formed on his cheeks and forehead, taking your time running and spreading your fingers over his skin. You envied him for his blemish-less skin, the little to no pores and the natural glow to it. God played cruel tricks when he gave men all the features women desired; long lashes, perfect skin, thick eyebrows, everything a woman at one point in her life strived to have.

"Okay wash it all off." Instructing after a minute, perched on the counter still and waiting for the clean, clear canvas of his face to reappear. Hopping down, you gathered all the products you used on yourself, heading back to the bedroom. Could you have done it there in the bathroom, sure, but why not be comfortable on the bed.

Resuming the same position from plucking his brows, you ran your hands over his face to make sure it was dry. His hands caught your wrists, kissing your palms and inhaling the natural scent of just your skin. Goosebumps raised on your arms, witnessing the attentiveness of his soft lips peppering kisses to the hands that held him.

Reluctantly pulling away, pecking the pout in his lips, reaching for the toner, dabbing it into your palm and rubbing it together to warm it up. The slightly cold liquid made contact with his cheeks, an all too familiar protest coming from Reiner.

"Sorry." Giggling, spreading the product over his entire face, still leaning in close to his face, the tip of your nose daring to brush against his.

"Feels sticky."

"It won't when it absorbs into your skin."

Skeptical, Reiner chose to believe you, resting his hands on your hips and watching you reach for the next product. Scooping some out on your index, Reiner ducked when he saw it heading straight for his eye.

"You're not putting that in my eye."

"Reiner, this goes under your eye, chill out." Holding him by the chin and swiping it just below his lower lashline, like you said you would, swiping what was left on the other eye. Releasing his chin, now holding the sides of his face, letting your thumbs massage the cream into his nonexistent eyebags.

"How many more steps?" He muttered, prompting an exasperated sigh from you.

"Will you just let yourself relax for a minute." Now holding a bottle with a dropper, squeezing out a decent amount into your palm.

Okay fine. Reiner would admit he was being agitating on purpose, but he had other things on his mind and you sitting in his lap wasn't helping. But he did enjoy the treatment from you, the care that went into putting the products on his face, how soft your hands were, the concentration in your eyes. He felt pampered, even more so from you, his insistent girlfriend that bugged and begged him all day to do this. He almost immediately said yes when you asked him at first, but liked pushing your buttons and played it off as not wanting to do it. Reiner liked finding new ways to annoy you, only to make for it when it was time to go to bed.

"Am I going to have perfect skin when you're done?"

"You already have perfect skin, can't imagine it getting more perfect." Patting his cheeks after rubbing in the liquid from the dropper, tossing it beside you on the bed. "Can I do a lip mask or are you going to freak out?"

He shrugged his shoulders, pursing his lips and hearing the laugh you had when he did something cringy but cute. Your finger glided over his slightly chapped lips after he unpursed them, the smooth jelly like cream hydrating his decently plump lips, wiping the remnants from your finger onto his pajama pants. Curious, Reiner barely swiped his tongue over his bottom lip and found whatever it was on his lips tasted good? Odd.

"Okay last thing then bedtime." Rubbing what Reiner thought was lotion in your hands, starting at his cheeks and covering the entirety of his face. His skin felt cold, or cool, that was probably better in describing the final product. You worked extra hard to make sure all of it was rubbed in and absorbed into his skin.

Letting you get up to put everything back in the bathroom, he waited patiently. You returned, climbing in on your side of the bed instead of his, actually looking like you were going to bed. Not tonight you weren't.

Leaning over, slipping and arm under your back, Reiner hauled you back into his lap, trapping you with tight arms around your waste.

"Reinerrrrrr"

"Thank you for making me feel beautiful." He teased through his interruption, chuckling deep and bringing you down for a kiss. You gave in, kissing him back but not melting to his body like he wanted you too. This is what he gets for dating someone as stubborn as him, working extra hard to get you to submit.

"We have work in the morning." Whining against his lips, pushing your hands against his chest, but not putting any force behind it.

"Oh well." Rolling over with you until positions were flipped, seeing you try to hid a smile with your stern look. Reiner pecked your lips softly twice as he looked down at you. He loved getting to do mindless activities like earlier as long as it meant he could lavish you in his own way, a fair trade if he thought so himself.

[meganehaise]

Late but here's my entry for day 4 of Yin Yu Appreciation Week!

Title: Amorphous Relationship: Quan Yizhen & Yin Yu (QuanYin subtext) Prompt: Masks Summary: After turning into a ghost, Yin Yu learns to change his appearance. He feels it's a chance to leave the burden he carries behind. Yin Yu feels his new face is better in every aspect. Yet, when Quan Yizhen sees him, he strongly disagrees. Yin Yu's original appearance is a million times better. If his shixiong can't see it, Quan Yizhen will have to make it clear for him. Also on AO3

It isn’t until a few decades have passed since his death that Yin Yu asks Hua Cheng to teach him about changing forms. 

Yin Yu knows he won’t be able to make a fake skin to the same degree a supreme ghost can, but with his power, he figures that changing his face is doable. Hua Cheng raises an eyebrow at his request, but otherwise doesn’t say anything, and agrees to it.

Changing one’s skin is like reshaping a vase. You have to mold it anew and sculpt the details, infusing it with spiritual energy to set the new form. It isn’t an easy feat. If you don’t have the skills, it will look crude, and if you don’t have enough power, maintaining it in place is impossible. Yin Yu finds it easier to imagine that he’s donning a mask. Once he puts it on, he has to keep in mind its shape and looks, so that it properly hides his true features behind it. It requires mental fortitude and a tempered character. Yin Yu has been practicing it daily, using the form he had visualized for himself. It looks natural enough that whoever sees him won’t liken him to his persona. Not that most people have actually seen his face. Yin Yu still uses his Waning Moon Officer mask when he walks through Ghost City. It’s the sign of his status, after all. The only times he takes it off is when he’s inside Paradise Manor or when…

As he walks through the street, an extra weight befalls him. One hand encircles his shoulder while the other one takes his mask off. 

Yin Yu is more than familiar with the man in exquisite robes that smiles at him. 

“Shixio—!” The greeting dies halfway. 

Quan Yizhen’s expression falls. Yin Yu can’t help but smile in amusement. Everytime Quan Yizhen comes to visit him, he does the same thing. Cling unto Yin Yu and take his mask off. That’s why, for once, Yin Yu had been looking forward to the encounter with his shidi. Not everyday can he leave the Martial God of the West with such a stupefied expression.

“Shixiong?” Quan Yizhen scowls. 

“Yes?” 

Even though Yin Yu’s face is different, his voice remains the same. Quan Yizhen’s eyes widen.

“What happened?” Quan Yizhen asks. “Why do you look like that?”

“Skin changing spells are amazing. Looks real, right?”

Except for its shape, Yin Yu’s new face differs completely from his original look. The skin’s color isn’t the ghostly ivory he has now; it isn’t the cool olive tinge he had when alive either. This new face has a peachy fair tone, resembling warm jade. His eyes are almond-shaped with light brown irises. The eyebrows are sword-like, sharply straight and thinning towards the outer edges. His nose is small and pointy. His lips are soft and rosy. No blemishes are present in his skin. 

Like this, Yin Yu looks exceptional. It’s a face that evokes an elegant charm. A face you would look at twice when spotted in a crowd. 

Quan Yizhen, on the other hand, has his godly features in disarray. 

“Why did you change your face, shixiong?”

“I wanted to. I had the means, so why not?”

“You didn’t need to...”

“Maybe, but this face is convenient. People change how they treat you according to how you look.”

Quan Yizhen’s face scrunches. Yin Yu knows that expression. He has seen it too many times since they were young.

“You don’t like my new appearance?” he asks, although he knows the answer already.

Quan Yizhen twists his mouth. “I don’t dislike it.” He opens and closes his fists. “But I like shixiong’s face the most.”  

“I think this face is better. The other one wasn’t even worth remembering.”

“That’s not true! Shixiong, your face is nice.”

Yin Yu snorts. “Nice, huh? Nice is not always good. This new face is good, though.”

Truth be told, Yin Yu doesn’t particularly hate his appearance. At this point, he’s used to the comments about his plain look and doesn’t take them to heart. Yin Yu wasn’t eager to change his face. However, when he was presented with the opportunity to do it, he didn’t hesitate to take it. It wasn’t much about the end result, but about the freedom of choice. Still, Yin Yu felt good when he saw his new look. It was fresh, it was lively, it was friendly; it was so unlike him. Yin Yu smiled at his reflection for the first time in a long time. 

So, how could Quan Yizhen feel like he has a say in the matter? 

“Shixiong—”

“What did you need today? I’m busy.”

After Yin Yu banned him from coming without a good reason, Quan Yizhen has found every poor excuse available to visit Ghost City. Sometimes he’s after a no-name ghost, other times he comes to give Xie Lian messages that could have been transmitted via the communication array. Most times, he invents something on the fly, and Yin Yu sighs and lets his shidi get away with it because, honestly, it’s more taxing to protest every single time. It’s been their routine for many years.

“I need to give His Highness a gift.” Quan Yizhen replies.

“I see.” Yin Yu says as he puts on his ghost mask again. “Then, let’s head to Paradise Manor.”

There’s no real reason for Yin Yu to lead Quan Yizhen to Paradise Manor. Quan Yizhen knows his way around the place already. If any, Yin Yu accompanies him to ensure that Quan Yizhen doesn’t end up fighting someone or crushing buildings again. 

The market is bustling as always. Ghosts and demons alike move respectfully to let Yin Yu through. 

“Why do you keep using that mask?” Quan Yizhen suddenly asks.

“The ghosts already know it well.” The weeping face in it is more tied to his identity than his own face. “They know it’s the Waning Moon Officer.” 

Before, constantly using the mask was suffocating. The warmth of his breath made him swelter and feel uncomfortable. That wasn’t the case at all now. Without breath and without body warmth, he can go on using the mask as if nothing.

“If you show your face, they’ll learn that’s you.”

“I don’t think my face will evoke the same… respect.” Yin Yu shrugs. “Besides, if I change my appearance from now on, they won’t recognize me so easily. It’s easier to use the mask.”

“I can’t see your face like this.”

“Too bad.”

Quan Yizhen pouts. “I don't like it when you hide your face.”

“I’m not hiding…”

But isn't he? Hasn't he been doing the same thing for decades? Using a mask to close off to the world?

“I’m not hiding.” Yin Yu repeats. “What does it matter if you see my face or not?”

“I like seeing your face.”

Yin Yu scowls under the mask. His shidi likes to spout too much nonsense.

“When I don’t,” Quan Yizhen continues. “I fear you aren't really here, that you’re not the one behind that demon mask.”

The words imprint an ache in his undead chest. Yin Yu turns his head away. “Don’t be silly. You were the one that nurtured my soul for years. Why would I not be here?”

Quan Yizhen doesn’t reply. He opens and closes his fists. 

The surrounding cacophony disperses. Soon, they’re all by themselves. The city gives way to a solitary path that leads to a lake. At the other side is Paradise Manor.

“You could disappear, if you want to,” Quan Yizhen says then.

At that point, Yin Yu understands it all. After he became a ghost, easing into his new situation hadn’t been smooth. He had refused to see Quan Yizhen for a long time. Eventually he gave in, thinking he owed closure to his shidi. Yin Yu was sure they would finally cut ties and that would be the end of their story. Instead, Quan Yizhen had wanted to keep seeing him, and their already tangled relationship continued entwining.

It’s true that Yin Yu’s first instinct whenever he meets Quan Yizhen is fleeing. He has done so a few times already. It’s almost instinct, a reflex he can’t get rid of. However, he hadn’t expected that it had created such a shadow in Quan Yizhen’s mind. Not when Quan Yizhen acts so giddy and undisturbed every time they meet, not when he acts as if they were teenagers again, running around their sect while practicing sword stances. 

“I’ll be around,” Yin Yu compromises, because he won’t make promises he can’t keep, but he can’t stay silent either.

“Can you take the mask off?” Quan Yizhen insists. 

Yin Yu doesn’t have to, but like in many other matters, he prefers to comply instead of fighting worthlessly. He takes off the mask. However, Quan Yizhen’s face doesn’t lighten at that. When he sees Yin Yu, his expression turns ugly.

“It’s not your face.”

Yin Yu scoffs. “It is mine. I made it myself.”

“It’s not the face I know.”

“You better get used to it. You’ll see it from now on.”

“Why? Why do you want to change how you look?”

“I don’t have to explain myself.”

“I want to know, shixiong. I want to understand you.”

Yin Yu is taken aback. “Understand me?”

“Yes. I used to think I did, but I’m not sure anymore.”

Yin Yu laughs once. “You’ve never understood me. If you did, a lot of problems would’ve been avoided.”

Quan Yizhen seems to think about it. Looking back on years of interactions he might have gotten wrong.

Yin Yu shakes his head. “What use is it for you to realize that now? Things have long happened. Forget it.”

“Then… why didn’t you tell me when I got things wrong?” Quan Yizhen asks, his lip hanging.

The emotions about his past that Yin Yu had locked away resurface at once. The guilt, the frustration, the impotence. Feelings that haven't faded even after all this time, but he could ignore most of the time. 

“Why indeed,” Yin Yu mumbles. He suddenly feels exhausted. “It doesn’t matter anymore. Don’t worry needlessly.”

Paradise Manor towers before them. Yin Yu opens the tall doors and they go in. Yin Yu turns to a nearby servant and sends word that His Highness has a visit. They wait in the main hall. Xie Lian is in Ghost City today, but Yin Yu knows he might take a while before he meets them. No matter how long, it’s nothing that two immortals would find bothersome, even two that sit in an awkward atmosphere like them.

“Shixiong,” Quan Yizhen is the one to break the silence, as always. “I still want to know.”

“What?”

“Your reason to change appearance.” 

“Again with that.”

“It’s important to you, so I want to know.” Quan Yizhen clenches his fists. “I don’t want to misunderstand you again.”

Before Yin Yu can reply, Xie Lian enters the hall. He smiles in greeting. A few steps behind him, Hua Cheng silently observes the room. 

“Your Highness Qi Ying, and… Your Highness Yin Yu, hello.” Xie Lian falters a bit. Yin Yu expected as much, it hasn’t been long since he began using this face. Xie Lian turns to Quan Yizhen. “What brings you here this time?”  

“I brought over a gift from… Xuan Zhen,” Quan Yizhen takes a pause before saying the name. Yin Yu wonders how long ago he actually began to remember Mu Qing’s title.

“You didn’t have to bother with this, Your Highness Qi Ying,” Xie Lian says. He means it. He probably would’ve liked it if Mu Qing had come in person.

“Indeed an unneeded travel,” Hua Cheng adds. He means it as well. If he happens to keep count of Mu Qing’s slights on paper, Yin Yu won’t be the one divulging it. 

“I was coming anyway, so I offered to bring it.” Quan Yizhen admits. No one in the room is surprised.

“I see.” Xie Lian grimaces. “Well, thank you. Is there anything else…?”

“No,” Quan Yizhen says. “I have to talk with shixiong.”

Xie Lian nods, anticipating that reply. “Of course, go ahead. San Lang and I will be going to Qiangdeng Temple. You can stay here as long as you’d like.” He smiles with a perspicacity that makes Yin Yu uncomfortable. Yin Yu appreciates Xie Lian’s attempt to help, but he would rather he didn’t do anything. 

Yin Yu cups his hands anyway and lowers his gaze. Hua Cheng and Xie Lian leave with more fanfare.

“Shixiong, are you telling me?” Quan Yizhen asks immediately.

Knowing that his shidi won’t stop pestering him, Yin Yu sighs. “Not here. Follow me.”

Yin Yu guides Quan Yizhen through the corridors of the mansion, finding his way to a small courtyard with a rock garden. It’s a nice private space that Yin Yu frequents. Not even the servants come this way regularly. It’s a place that lets him relax and meditate. It’s the first time he comes here with someone else, though. 

He stops and stares at the long taihu stone that stands in the center of the garden. Every time Yin Yu sees it, he feels that its shape is different. No matter how many times he has seen it, he can’t ever remember it in detail. 

“What a weird rock,” Quan Yizhen spouts. 

Yin Yu snicker at the out-of-place comment. “It’s that what you want to talk about?”

Quan Yizhen turns to Yin Yu. He says nothing else, but Yin Yu can see the seriousness in his gaze.

“You really want to know? Why I changed my face?” Yin Yu asks.

Quan Yizhen nods.

“It was so you could stop finding me.” 

“...Huh?”

“I thought that learning how to change forms would let me avoid you. There. Happy?”

“Is that really it, shixiong? You would go this far to not see me?“

Yin Yu doesn’t have a heartbeat anymore, but he feels a pressure in his chest. “If you get it, go away.“

Quan Yizhen doesn’t go away. He stays beside Yin Yu, as always. They both stand before the amorphous stone without talking. It becomes difficult for Yin Yu to keep his unrest in control. Quan Yizhen is uncharacteristically silent and Yin Yu wonders if this time he finally managed to make his shidi despise him. It would only be right, yet…

“Shixiong, is it because you’re angry at me?”

“Angry at you?” 

“Yeah, do you want to avoid me because you’re angry? What can I do to fix that?”

Those words crack his mask. Shame, turmoil, desperation. They all bloom in Yin Yu’s contorted features. “Why aren't you angry at me?! How can you look at me and not hate me?”

He’s so tired. He hates looking at his face every day, a face that has remained unchanged over the last centuries, and yet that has transformed so acutely. A face that spells jealousy, betrayal, murder. A face that once truly smiled at Quan Yizhen, thinking everything would work out for both of them. Yin Yu hates to see it. He has never wanted to become this kind of person. 

“Shixiong, I don’t hate you. Even if I tried, I can’t do it,” Quan Yizhen says.

“That isn’t right. It doesn’t make sense.”

“I don’t care. I won’t hate you.”

Yin Yu sneers. His shidi is as inflexible as always. 

“Why do you keep coming? I don’t treat you well. There’s too many things I’ve done wrong, so, why? Why do you still want to see me?” Yin Yu asks, because he needs to know. He needs a plausible explanation for the nonsense that is his current existence.

Quan Yizhen smiles a little. “I miss our morning training.” 

“What?” 

“You would take some time every morning and spar with me. I really liked that.”

Yin Yu narrows his eyes. “That was so long ago. Just that…?”

“I miss when you read books to me too, and when you braided my hair. I miss you being around.”

“I won’t do those things again. It’s not possible.”

“Why not?”

“Yizhen, I was banished after trying to kill you. How can I act as if nothing of that happened?”

“Shixiong, you didn’t want to kill me, I know.”

Yin Yu shakes his head. “Even if that were the case, I still tried to do it. I cannot forgive myself for that. You shouldn’t either.”

“But I forgave you. That’s in the past. We can do the things we did before all that.”

“It won’t be the same. There are too many things that are different now.”

Quan Yizhen opens and closes his fists. “I just want things to be the same as before.”

“Yizhen, we’ve lived for centuries. It's impossible for everything to remain the same.”

“But—”

“You’re not the child that ran around covered in dirt anymore. You're a martial god.” Yin Yu smiles with nostalgia. “And I’m not the head disciple that looked over you. I’m a ghost. I know you understand it.”

“I’m a god, and too many things are different. I get it… but my feelings haven't changed.” Quan Yizhen bites his lip. “I miss you, shixiong.”

Yin Yu realizes their views are extremely mismatched. Quan Yizhen hasn't caught up with their current standing. He’s still thinking of olden days, before things got hard, and before Yin Yu realized how an awful person he could be. In Quan Yizhen’s mind, Yin Yu’s still a noble person worthy of praise. A person worth pursuing.

No matter what Quan Yizhen believes, the present Yin Yu is stained and can’t erase the past. He wishes so hard he can. If he became an entirely different person, maybe he would face Quan Yizhen honestly and offer some kind of compensation. 

“Shixiong, you don’t need to change,” Quan Yizhen says. “I can recognize you before I even see your face. You said so, I nurtured your soul. I know its shape. Even if you transform, I’ll know it’s you… Sorry.”

Yin Yu rolls his eyes. “You fool, saying sorry when you don’t have to.”

“But you wanted to avoid me and you can’t.”

Yin Yu looks away, trying to overcome his embarrassment. He might be imperfect, but he still had a conscience. “I lied.”

“Huh? Then… you weren’t avoiding me? What’s the real reason?”

It’s difficult to say the truth straight. Yin Yu has a hard time recollecting his words. He looks at the rock garden, going over the shapes and colors. 

“Do you hate your face?” Quan Yizhen ventures. A strange insight on his part. 

There’s no use in evading the question. Yin Yu sighs. He’s genuinely so tired. “I hate what my face reminds me of.” He looks at Quan Yizhen, whose face Yin Yu still remembers vividly full of blood, snot and tears. A face Yin Yu cannot will himself to hate as much as he hates his own. “I was selfishly trying to escape it. It’s not fair of me, after everything I said, but I also wanted everything to go back to how it was before.” 

Yin Yu hated what he had become. So he thought that if he changed his appearance, maybe he could forget about his shameful past. Start anew. 

But now, Yin Yu sourly acknowledges that no matter how he looks, he can’t become someone better. Even wearing this new beautiful face, he still can’t act fairly towards his shidi. He’s still the same old Yin Yu. What a pointless endeavor. 

“I like your face, shixiong,” Quan Yizhen notes. “It’s nice.” He has already said so earlier, and Yin Yu doesn’t see how that amounts to anything.

“Doesn’t it remind you of the bad times? Of the wrong things I did?”

Quan Yizhen tilts his head. “When I see you… I think of the first time we met.”

Yin Yu raises his eyebrows.

“You were kind to me.” Quan Yizhen smiles. “And ever since then, you’ve been the kindest to me.”

“But I was cruel to you too.”

“Even so, you’ve always looked out for me. Thank you, shixiong.”

Yin Yu is speechless. He can count the times that Quan Yizhen has thanked someone with one hand. He rubs his face and his features quiver. 

“Shixiong, there’s no reason for you to use that face anymore.” 

“You want to see my face that bad?”

“Won’t you let me see you?” Quan Yizhen insists.

Yin Yu laughs without amusement. “It’s not like it’s particularly remarkable.”

“It is.” Without warning, Quan Yizhen comes closer and brushes Yin Yu’s eyebrows. “Shixiong’s eyebrows are arched downwards.” He points at Yin Yu’s eyes, and Yin Yu can’t help but blink. “You have phoenix eyes pointing upwards. Your eyelids are not visible. Your irises are dark and small. ” Quan Yizhen touches the point of his nose. “Your nose is round and broad.” Quan Yizhen hovers the tip of his fingers over Yin Yu’s lips, but Yin Yu stops him before he actually touches them. “Your mouth is thin and pale. Your skin is fair, but it has always looked greenish. Now it’s also ashen. And here…” Quan Yizhen thumbs his left cheek, right under his eye. “You have a small black mole.” 

As Quan Yizhen takes his hand away, the mole appears in the place he has touched. Yin Yu feels the skin of energy that covered his face dissipate. Yin Yu’s face has turned just as Quan Yizhen described it. It’s Yin Yu’s face. Nice and palatable, a face easy to the eye but hard to record in the heart. Yet, Quan Yizhen knows it too well. Not a detail missing. 

Quan Yizhen smiles. “There you are, shixiong.”

Yin Yu feels a tickling under his skin. He takes a step back.

“E-enough. It’s my face again. You don’t have to touch it.“ 

Quan Yizhen obeys and stays back. He’s still smiling though. “Like I thought, you don’t need to change, shixiong.”

Yin Yu hears the sincerity in Quan Yizhen’s words. Even though he finds the idea difficult to accept himself, Yin Yu feels an odd warmth because of it. He wonders if one day he will look at the mirror and no longer think badly of the face that looks back at him. Maybe he will forgive himself and let go. Not today. Not yet. Yin Yu has too many conflicts inside his soul, but at least, he can take the fondness of his shidi as a reminder that he has done good things too. 

Today, Yin Yu feels he doesn’t need a mask.

“Let’s go back. I have to patrol the city.” Yin Yu scratches the bridge of his nose. “You can come along.”

“I’ll come, I’ll come!”

They head back, shoulder to shoulder. The atmosphere surrounding them is less harsh, more tender. Maybe things won’t ever be as they were between them. Yin Yu might not be the bright, hopeful youth he once was, but his current being didn’t feel as heavy as before.

“I also liked our morning training.” Yin Yu finds himself saying. “We could try that again, sometime.”

Quan Yizhen’s smile blinds him. “I’d love that!”

From now on, their relationship might keep entangling and morphing into something different, into something new. Change isn’t always unwelcomed. Yin Yu thinks for the first time that it might not be a bad thing at all.

[neoyi-backstreetback]

Ask Game for Specter and Propeller!

4. What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

17. What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

22. What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

55. What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

(If this went through yesterday, I'm sorry for the double ask and please ignore! I was clearing my tabs and found that the ask box was still trying to load.)

No worries, I got it! Any who, answer time.

4. What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

For Propeller, honestly? He probably misses horseback riding. It's not that he hasn't done any of that post-running-away-from-home-and-royal-duties-to-be-a-pirate, but it's not particularly an activity that happens often when you're in the sky thousands of feet above ground. Still, he considers it a minimum loss. I mean, he's gone on to have multiple adventures and rode the backs of a lot more animals since, so hey.

Oh, and branded clothing. He was at the height of fashion and absolutely paid attention to labels and the types of clothing he could own. Nowadays, he has his own personal tailor aboard his ship who makes him clothes, which, obviously lacks logos since his "Propeller Knight" moniker was a disguise (people would know otherwise that he's a literal prince). His identity was eventually exposed to the public (but that's a whole 'nother story), but he's never gone back to branded goods with very rare occasion (usually as a birthday gift from Specter.)

For Specter? Not a hobby, but he genuinely misses the taste of food. Being an undead means he can't eat normal mortal food. Most of them are harmless, but they taste like nothing, so he just stopped consuming. He was a thief most of his life, so getting any kind of food (stealing or otherwise) was a big deal for him; the Enchantress robbing such a simple, but necessary pleasure made him juuuuust a little bitter.

This, obviously, will not be a problem when he becomes Death. He knew something was up when he could taste food again, then he found out who his first reap was and, well, he did not take it well. But that's 'nother story.

17. What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Oh my GOD. Don't even get started with Propeller. Specter would routinely joke that one of the benefits of dating Propeller is that he got to see his "true" face AKA not in make up. By which I mean, he was the type to cover up pimples or blemishes or anything that would look less than "perfect." He was absolutely VAIN in his younger years (there was a rule with the crew that you could not, under ANY circumstances, joke or even suggest his hair could go bald.) You show him a mirror and he sees a mole and he'll freak out.

He eventually lost an eye shy of turning 30 and had to start wearing an eye patch. And that was a conscious decision because he was going through a lot of major character development around that point. Him being at peace with himself reflected his physical appearance, and he embraces the nasty scar he got from that event.

Naturally, the older he gets, the more he stops caring. Still a dapper man, but he less restraint on how his face would look.

Note, this does not apply to the rest of his body which he had to be quicker to make peace with due to the amount of fighting he gets into. Scars are just a part of pirate life. Also, he could cover that up more easily with clothes.

Specter was a dirty thief, so he didn't care how he looked. His hair was an abomination of shagginess that offended Propeller so badly he has made it a routine habit of brushing his hair (it's actual a past time Specter enjoys, he finds it comforting.) Still, in lich form, Specter would notice he looks, well, Not Human. Basically emaciated. He didn't care when it was just himself, but dating Propeller - who is veeeery clearly a sexual being - meant there were certain hurdles that he was terrified of showing that man, let alone the two of them getting physical in the first place (to Propeller's credit, he was willing to stick by him no matter what.)

They actually did get around to altering his body after a lot of researching and globetrotting to find the specific magic required to at least alter his body back to what he was before he was enchanted (though not his undead status) so he and Propeller could do the horizontal tango because otherwise... Propeller would probably get a hell of a lot of infections from the sheer level of skin falling apart or the gangrene fingers or whatnot.

22. What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

Not simple, but for Propeller, it's deep sea diving or anything that involves going underwater past a certain point. Or really, anything that involves deep, dark areas and a sense of closed walls everywhere. Dude is a bit claustrophobic, is what I am saying. But he is deeply, DEEPLY afraid of the below level depths of water.

You absolutely bet Treasure Knight takes advantage of this, especially when Propeller somehow (and it's always "somehow"), ends up inside his submarine. There have been multiple times Propeller just had to suck it up and do his pirating shit thousands of feet underwater, but he hated every moment of it.

Honestly, for Specter, for the looooongest time, it was having sex. Dude maybe had, like 4 moments where he had them prior to dating Propeller because he was basically a walking Hedgehog's Dilemma: prickly and unapproachable and just plain a rude asshole, but desperately touch-starved and wanting so much to be loved (he was an orphan who lived a very rough life...) So any relationships he formed didn't last and any sex he had were... mixed.

Luan was the first to truly stick with him, so Donovan kept a respectable distance, despite pining for that man. He didn't want to fuck it up and have Luan leave him like everyone else did. Course, Luan died and Donovan never got around to confessing his true feelings, so wah wah.

Propeller's sunny deposition and never-ending devotion genuinely gave him a place to properly cope with his emotions and get the love he really, really wanted. The romantic part, anyway, by the time he was with Propeller, he already nailed the familial since Reize is more or less his adopted son.

55. What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

Propeller has unchecked ADHD (during a time when such medication would not exist) and his country was only on the cusp of having discovered electricity. Naturally, this child could not remotely stand still to either have his portrait painted OR have his picture taken.

He was notoriously bad about this when he was at his youngest, routinely fidgeting, running away, or throwing tantrums at the amount of hours he had to sit down and pose for the artist/photographer. He was already something of a nightmare for his parents (not even just ADHD, he was absolutely a hellion who protested everything and climbed every single structure he could grab onto - running from rooftops-to-rooftops was a common sight those poor guards on duty had to regularly deal with from the then future ruler.)

And, of course, he eventually came to hate his role as future heir-to-the-throne (Specter Knight is the only one allowed to affectionately nickname him "my Prince.")

I don't think Specter Knight really hated anything expected of him. I mean, he hated working for the Enchantress, but BEING undead, while a setback he eventually took to, is not one of them because the dude is a total goth nerd. If anything, he embraced his lich lord role more and more as time passed.

Back when he was Donovan, he did hate flashy thieves. Ya know, the ones who announced their presence with pomp and circumstances. The one who would make a big spectacle in grand ballrooms or casinos, pilfering in plain sight and gleefully running away from cops and never once being captured. The notorious diamond thieves who were romanticized - the stuff of legends. Donovan believed thieves should be discreet and keep to themselves.

..., So of course, he absolutely HATED Propeller Knight pre-Shovel of Hope. Every newspaper article he read of that man filled him with such petty, unreasonable anger. He swore if he ever ran into Propeller Knight, the first thing he would do is punch him in the face (which he did, when the Enchantress sent him off to recruit him.)

Propeller was very amused when Specter confessed this and has actually joked that their very first encounter was a very sexually-charged date (it wasn't, but it's become their own little running gag between them.)

[aangellblogs]

How to look and feel good at school

❥ find hairstyles that suit your face shape eg ponytail, half up, a cute headband etc

❥ find what type of jewellery suits your skin tone (green veins = gold, blue or purple = silver)

❥ if you wear a uniform find cute vests/jumpers/etc to enhance it

❥ if you don’t wear a uniform find a style that’s comfy but still is stylish

pinterest has some really cute inspo pics

❥ if your school is strict but you want to wear makeup use a clear eyebrow gel, a simple lipgloss, mascara and a natural concealer to cover up any blemishes

this will make you look clean and put together

❥ WEAR DEODORANT PLEASE!!

a cute perfume as will make you smell even better

❥ be nice to everyone - it actually makes you seem pretty

pretty personality = pretty appearance

❥ hair oil and leave in conditioner will make your hair shiny and more presentable

❥ paint your nails a neutral colour and shape them

❥ keep your head up and smile, confidence is key

❥ don’t be a bitch, it’s annoying and unnecessary

❥ make pretty study notes and take inspo from an it girl:

eg cher horowitz, blair waldorf, elle woods, rory gilmore

❥ keep on top of work, make a pretty schedule with notion it’s super helpful

and remember you all are beautiful no matter what

[psychic-refugee]

I think an important conversation on how we view celebrities, particularly by beauty standards has been started.

There are pictures of Jenna floating around where there have been less than charitable opinions of how she looks. The term “mandrake” has been floated.

I don’t personally agree with this, but I also know that mandrake is in the eye of the beholder.

I make a concentrated effort not to attack looks, even with celebrities. I have no idea what people are going through when I’m not looking. People mocked Chadwick Boseman’s weight loss and it turned out that he was battling cancer that he eventually died of. I just don’t want to do it. lol I understand when others do it as gossip or personal opinion, it’s natural and I’m not offended by it.

I am also not a Jenna dickrider, I’m more of a dick ambler. I ride her dick at a leisurely pace, really here just for the scenery and vibe. I’m not trying to win an Olympic gold for dick dressage.

So, I’m not going to say anyone is wrong for thinking she looks for a mandrake, and I’m also not here to say “OMG, she looks beautiful no matter what, such a perfect angel queen!” I am not the type of insufferable twat who not only needs to believe the celebrity is beautiful regardless of the situation or what I see, but also takes offense if anyone dares to suggest they’re human and have bad days.

I think the meat of the situation is that all people boil down to “we’re all just some guy.” Even celebrities, they’re really just some guy.

As an actress, part of Jenna’s job besides showing up to set and acting, is to be good looking. As with models, she is literally professionally good looking. She wouldn’t have made it far or have any endorsements if she was actually ugly by any conventional metric.

When it comes to being professionally good looking, I think Jenna is killin’ it.

Having to be professionally good looking is true for a lot of public facing, high paying careers. Most lucrative jobs have higher expectations in terms of presentability. I certainly have to show up to court in a suit, freshly showered, groomed, and overall have to appear that I have my life together and am worth my billable hours.

Pretty privilege is real, and good looking people win more cases and generally get ahead in life. Justice Isn’t Blind: Attorney Attractiveness and Success in US Federal Court (last visited 02 Jan 2025)

It isn’t enough to know the law or to be a good actress. Looks matter at every level. That’s the reality and unspoken rule of these types of careers.

This absolutely applies to Jenna.

In her case, she has a whole team to help her be good looking. She has a dedicated stylist, a make up artist, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she at least had a nutritionist if not a personal chef. As she gets more famous and has more money, a personal trainer might be added to the mix.

She also has the time and money to dedicate to being good looking. She goes to fittings, they get to see well in advanced how something fits and flows on her. I wouldn’t be surprised if Enrique was familiar with colour theory, silhouette theory, and all other professional fashion skills to make her look her best.

The pics were of her going to the spa, I bet she gets to go regularly. This not only helps with maintaining clear, smooth skin, but can be relaxing. I wouldn’t be surprised if she has gotten work done (if she has it’s minimal and not glaring to the average fan), or is starting to do preventative botox (especially if she smokes and drinks regularly).

Again, this is something that a lot of high paying, public facing careers expect and is very normal IMO.

Besides a dedicated team to make sure she looks her best, she also has the advantage of magazines/professional social media using photoshop to clean up any blemishes (real and perceived) etc...She gets a ton of pics taken at events and out of hundreds, they only choose the very best ones.

The hour on the Red Carpet and the handful of pics per event? Weeks if not months of work to get there.

It is not a mistake, accident, or by nature that she appears so “perfect” on the Red Carpet or in magazines/professional social media accounts.

As the great Dolly Parton said as Truvy Jones in Steel Magnolias. “There is no such thing as natural beauty...it takes effort to look this good.”

There is also something I’ve seen floating around Reddit and Tumblr: You’re not ugly, you’re just broke.

All of this is time, money, and effort. It’s literally a job.

And with any job, you get days off.

Was Jenna looking her best in this most recent pic? Of course not. It was a candid pap pic (or perhaps a Wenclair since they do that and are as bad as paps), with bad lighting, bad angle, no make up, and no photoshop/filters.

It was her day off and she chose not to put on a show. It would be the peak of delusion to think she or anyone could live up to the same beauty standards on her off days as her Red Carpet days.

For all the time and effort it takes to be Social Media/Red Carpet Jenna, doesn’t she deserve her mandrake days?

Don’t we all deserve time to simply exist? Her clothes were clean, her hair was brushed, and her face was washed. She was on her way to the spa, so make up would have been a waste of time if she was getting a facial. Maybe she was going to an out of the way spot and hoped paps or fans wouldn’t have been there, and took a gamble to not look like she was ready for IG.

Could her eyebrows be because of bad lighting and/or a shitty camera? Could it be because that’s how they were styled for her most recent film (The Gallerist) and she hasn’t gotten them filled back in/they haven’t grown back out? Could she have developed trichotillomania from stress and pulled them out? Could she be experimenting with a new look that she personally likes?

I’m not going to begrudge her or mock her for having her day off. I think it’s good she doesn’t feel the need to always be “on.”

I wouldn’t even say those pics are indicative of the “real” her. We all get a chance to groom ourselves to our liking to go out in public. We all have a range of looks depending on the situation.

Will everyday be a Red Carpet day? No. Will everyday be a mandrake day? No. Will most days be pretty passable as human, on a scale between Red Carpet and mandrake? Yeah, I think so.

Not only does she deserve her mandrake days where she can go out, she deserves her mandrake days where she feels she can’t. We all have those bad days where we don’t feel fit for public exposure.

She is a cisgender female (as far as I know) and she might go through cycles (depending on if she’s on medication). There are days where she might have hormonal acne, stress acne, bloating, doesn’t feel like brushing her hair or washing her face.

There is the potential for her to look worse.

She has those days too, and she gets to have those days without the pressure of having to be beautiful no matter what.

Again, I think this is an important conversation to have. Putting celebrities on a pedestal and being eager to knock them off that pedestal isn’t good for anyone. And they’re both kind of right and both kind of wrong.

Celebrities can be goddesses and they can be fuck ugly. We all deserve to be either when we need to be.

I like both versions of Jenna.

In the end, celebrities are really just some guy who has good days, bad days, and deserves their boundaries respected.

[aobkorea]

How to Get Korean Glass Skin with These Game-Changing Tips

What Is Korean Glass Skin and Why Is It So Popular?

Korean glass skin is the ultimate skincare goal — a complexion so clear, radiant, and smooth it looks like glass. This concept originates from K-beauty, where the focus has always been on nurturing healthy, hydrated skin rather than covering it up. Unlike the matte, high-coverage trends seen in other beauty routines, Korean glass skin emphasizes a natural, dewy glow that exudes health and vitality.

Interestingly, glass skin is not just about looking good — it’s a mindset. It encourages consistency, patience, and a love for your natural beauty. This trend has captured the hearts of skincare enthusiasts globally because it makes radiant skin feel achievable with the right routine and ingredients.

The appeal lies in its holistic approach. It’s more than slathering on products; it’s about treating your skin with kindness and understanding. With Korean glass skin, every step of the process, from cleansing to moisturizing, becomes a ritual of self-care.

The Science Behind Glass Skin and Skin Hydration

Achieving glass skin boils down to one thing: hydration. Hydration is the cornerstone of healthy skin, as it helps maintain the skin barrier, reduces inflammation, and promotes elasticity. Without it, the skin can appear dull, flaky, and tired — pretty much the opposite of the glass skin ideal.

Scientifically, hydrated skin has better water retention in the outermost layer, thanks to ingredients like hyaluronic acid and glycerin. These act as humectants, pulling water into the skin to give that plump, dewy effect. Korean serums and toners are particularly famous for packing these hydration heroes into lightweight formulas.

Moreover, hydration supports the skin’s natural microbiome. A balanced microbiome protects against environmental stressors like pollution and UV damage, which can otherwise strip the skin of its glow. It’s no wonder that hydrating products are the backbone of a glass skin routine.

Key Characteristics of Korean Glass Skin

Korean glass skin has three main traits: clarity, smoothness, and luminosity. Clear skin means no visible blemishes, redness, or irritation. This level of clarity often requires consistent cleansing, exfoliation, and treatments tailored to individual concerns.

Smoothness is the next hallmark. A glass-like texture comes from gentle exfoliation, which removes dead skin cells without disrupting the barrier. This is where Korean toners and lightweight exfoliants, like those containing AHAs or BHAs, work their magic.

Finally, luminosity ties everything together. This doesn’t mean looking oily; instead, it’s a soft, hydrated glow achieved through layering moisturizing products, from essences to Korean face masks. When these three characteristics align, the skin takes on that sought-after glass-like finish.

Essential Steps in a Korean Glass Skin Routine

Achieving Korean glass skin requires a multi-step routine designed for nourishment and hydration. While it may seem like a lot, every step has a purpose.

Double Cleansing: Start with an oil-based cleanser to remove makeup and sunscreen, followed by a gentle water-based cleanser to remove impurities without stripping the skin.

Exfoliation: Use a mild exfoliant 2–3 times a week to keep the skin smooth and ready to absorb other products.

After cleansing, focus on hydration:

Toner: Korean toners are lightweight and packed with hydrating ingredients that prep the skin for better absorption.

Essence: These watery treatments add an extra layer of hydration and contain active ingredients for specific concerns.

Seal everything in with:

Serum: Korean serums target concerns like dullness and dehydration.

Moisturizer: Choose a hydrating but lightweight formula to lock in all the layers underneath.

Sunscreen: This is non-negotiable. Sunscreen protects your skin from UV damage, keeping it healthy and luminous.

Top Ingredients That Promote Glass Skin

Certain ingredients are non-negotiable if you’re serious about achieving glass skin. Hyaluronic acid is at the top of the list — it’s like a tall drink of water for your skin. By holding up to 1,000 times its weight in water, it delivers instant hydration and plumpness.

Next up, niacinamide. This multitasker brightens skin tone, reduces redness, and strengthens the skin barrier. You’ll find it in many Korean serums and essences.

Finally, don’t forget about snail mucin — a K-beauty superstar. It’s packed with peptides and glycoproteins that promote hydration, repair, and elasticity. When these ingredients are combined, your skin has everything it needs to glow.

How Korean Glass Skin Differs From Other Skincare Trends

Unlike trends that prioritize short-term fixes, Korean glass skin is about long-term care. For instance, while Western skincare often focuses on anti-aging or acne treatments, K-beauty emphasizes hydration and balance as the foundation for all skin concerns.

Moreover, the multi-step approach in Korean skincare ensures that every layer serves a purpose. It’s not about quick results but a journey to glowing, healthy skin.

Interestingly, the glass skin routine is also more inclusive. Whether you have dry, oily, or combination skin, there’s room to tailor the steps to suit your needs. This adaptability makes it accessible and sustainable for everyone.

Best Korean Skincare Products for Achieving Glass Skin

The right products can make or break your routine. Some of the best Korean skincare products for glass skin include:

Cleanser: Heimish All Clean Balm for an effective double cleanse.

Exfoliant: COSRX AHA/BHA Clarifying Treatment Toner for gentle exfoliation.

Toner: Klairs Supple Preparation Unscented Toner for hydration and balance.

Serum: Glow Recipe’s Watermelon Glow Niacinamide Dew Drops for added luminosity.

Moisturizer: Laneige Water Bank Cream for deep hydration.

These products are packed with hydrating and nourishing ingredients, making them perfect for building a glass skin routine.

Common Mistakes to Avoid When Trying to Achieve Glass Skin

One common mistake is over-exfoliation. While exfoliating is crucial for smooth skin, doing it too often can disrupt your skin barrier and lead to irritation. Stick to 2–3 times a week for best results.

Another pitfall is skipping sunscreen. Even the best glass skin routine won’t matter if you’re not protecting your skin from UV damage. Sunscreen is the secret to keeping your glow intact.

Lastly, don’t overlook hydration. If your skin feels tight or dry, you might need to layer more hydrating products. Remember, hydration is the backbone of Korean glass skin.

The Role of Lifestyle and Diet in Achieving Glass Skin

Skincare doesn’t stop at your products — it extends to your lifestyle. Drinking enough water is essential for hydrated skin. Eating foods rich in antioxidants, like berries and green vegetables, supports a healthy complexion from the inside out.

Sleep is another underrated factor. During deep sleep, your skin repairs itself, so aim for 7–9 hours of quality rest every night. Stress management, whether through exercise, meditation, or hobbies, also plays a role in keeping your skin balanced and glowing.

In short, achieving Korean glass skin requires a holistic approach. What you eat, how you sleep, and your overall wellness all impact your skin’s ability to shine.

Research-Backed Benefits of Korean Skincare Practices

Research supports the effectiveness of Korean skincare in promoting healthy, glowing skin. Studies show that regular hydration improves skin barrier function, reduces transepidermal water loss, and prevents premature aging.

Many Korean skincare products use natural ingredients, such as green tea, rice extract, and centella asiatica, which have been clinically proven to reduce inflammation and boost hydration.

Additionally, the layering approach in K-beauty allows active ingredients to work synergistically, enhancing their benefits. It’s a science-backed system designed to give you your best skin yet.