#i do love makeup

[moldycantaloupe]

Mushy May Day 17

(bonus prompt 4) Doing each other's makeup

Pairing; Aeon/Aurora

Cw; very implied sexual business, but it's Aurora making fun of Swiss

notes; i took a liberty in the prompt and chose for a one sided "doing makeup" because i thought it would come out cuter. I was right! thanks as always to @forlorn-crows for the prompts list.

Aurora leaned far in her chair, centimeters away from the mirror as she put the finishing touches on her eyeliner. She was in an absolute state of calmness, this being her personal meditation. When there was a knock at her door, she didn’t flinch or pause. She called out to let them in.

The door opened and closed, socked feet making the ghoul known, but they said nothing. Aurora internally frowned, still focused on the task at hand.

She paused and glanced through the mirror to find Aeon, their arms folded and rubbing against each other in the way she knew meant they were nervous. She smiled and swiveled in her chair, capping the eyeliner.

“What’s up, doll?” She tilted her head. 

They shrugged, their eyes casted down to the floor. “I wanted to ask you somethin’.”

She hummed, indicating to them to continue. They opened their mouth to speak, before closing it back again. They sighed, annoyed at themselves. 

“Hey, this is a no judgment zone.” Aurora waved her arms around, gesturing towards the entirety of her room. “Even if it’s a murder, I won’t bat an eye. What’s going on?”

That made them chuckle, and they shook their head. “No, it’s not murder.”

She nodded along, eyes curious. “So…?”

“So,” They took in a deep breath and closed their eyes tight, “I was wondering- um, your makeup. You and the other… girls, use it.”

“Yes, we do.” She bared her fangs in an exaggerated grin. “Makes us feel pretty.”

“I…” they nodded to themselves, “I would like… to feel pretty.”

Aurora blinked, quiet as her head tilted to the other side. “You wanna feel pretty with us?”

Aeon swallowed. “Swiss said it could be good for me. To try.”

Aurora snorted and swiveled back to her desk, picking through her assortment of makeup tools and products. “Yeah, Swiss would know.”

She looked behind her shoulder to find Aeon still standing at the door, posture awkward and eyes hesitant. She waved them over with a click of her tongue.

“C’mon, gorgeous, let’s make you pretty.”

The two of them spent an hour sitting face to face, a CD playing in the background. Aurora hummed and sang along to the lyrics while she wasn’t breathing in Aeon’s face. It was the most focused they’d ever seen her, even when their eyes closed her scent and aura were calm and collected. She poked and prodded at their face, eyes, and brows. She managed to convince them to put on fake lashes, despite hissing at the mascara. 

“And…” she sprayed their face in a fine mist, making them flinch back and frown deeply. “Done! But hold still for a second.”

They kept the face as she fanned her hands in front of them, which in turn made her giggle.

“Alright, look.” 

They blinked their eyes open, the fake lashes a weird sensation on their eyes. She promised them taking them off later would be near orgasmic, and they’d have to believe her for now. They hurried to look into the mirror Aurora was holding up, gasping at the ghoul in front of them.

“Holy shit.” They murmured. 

“Right?!” She nearly screamed. They chuckled.

She opted against foundation and concealer, but kept with the blush and eyeshadow. The pink of the blush made their skin shimmer against the brash lighting at her desk, small flakes of glitter shining throughout their cheeks. She picked a deep red for their eyeshadow, something to contrast their purple skin. Even on the white portion of their face, it was like it was meant to be. The lashes weren’t as big as they’ve seen Cumulus’, but big enough that it made their eyes pop. The lipgloss she chose for them was red tinted, not enough to hide their lips but enough to make a difference.

“Holy shit.” They repeated, louder.

“I know!” She nodded with enthusiasm. 

“I’m so pretty.” They broke eye contact with themselves to look over at Aurora, who was absolutely gushing over their new look.

“Wanna go show Swiss?” The sudden glint in her eyes and turn of her fangs made their insides flip at the prospect. “I’m sure he’d agree.”

They smiled with her and nodded. “Yes.”

[spaceistheplaceart]

more ford and mabel bonding because i said so :)

bonus ford under the cut:

[vaguely-human-man]

Idk who needs to hear this but take that early transition girl out. Dress her up all pretty and assure her that anyone who dares to say a negative word will have to contend with you. Do her makeup and gently talk her through the steps, do one eye for her and let her try the other one on her own. Kiss her lips and watch the way she grins like a maniac at the imprint that her black lipstick leaves behind. Take her out to the movies or to the mall, walk around and buy her a pair of good boots without letting her look at the price tag, watch the way she smiles shyly and swoons even while insisting she doesn't need them. Tell her 'My love. You loved them instantly and they had your size- it's fate, they're meant to be yours,' and then help her sit down in one of the mall chairs to put them on, watch the way she prances around in them like an excited little girl.

Hold her hand and talk to the lady at Rue 21 for her because you know she's insecure about her voice. Go in the dressing room with her and gently help her into the skirt she was eyeing- one foot, a second, shimmy, shimmy, up- followed by a wonderfully soft sweater that falls just right over her frame. Hug her from behind while she looks in the mirror and feels beautiful, basking in her euphoria. Whisper into her ear how proud you are of her- how brave she is, how beautiful, how honored you are to be able to share this journey with her.

Take her to dinner and kiss her while you wait for your food, run your hands down her freshly shaven arms and gently caress over the back of her neck. Offer her some of your ramen while you take a bite of her fried rice, and clumsily attempt to feed her a bite of sushi with some chopsticks.

And then. Take her home, with all the bags that now hold the beginnings of her new wardrobe, and help her hang them up, try them on. Let her have a fashion show and gently wipe her makeup off before sleep. Kiss her and caress her and shower her with affection, with praise and love and adoration. Let her melt into your arms and if she cries let the tears soak into your shirt. Gently caress her hair and say 'its okay, baby girl. I love making you feel beautiful,'

Or something, idk.

[sleepysebris]

:) 🖤

@mlsecretsanta gift for @thequeenofspace! happy belated holidays and apologies for the delay, had a serious family emergency followed by sickness! I had so much fun making this though, was so excited to finally draw these two 🖤 hope you enjoy!!!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The girls are here!!!

[pumpkster]

my fav anime girl

[evelyn-and-art]

Who in the world gets entertained by this stuff? Hey, won’t you tell me? With a smile—up, pull, pull. (MoeChakkaFire by Issey)

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 266

Back on my Danny & Ras frienemies/rivals/maybe-lovers-nobody-can-tell-their-signals-are-very-mixed train. 

See, Danny has gone through time a lot. Often. It comes with being Clockwork’s charge-son-thing and honestly he finds it fun. And several times he’s used this time travelling to get some training in. Enter Ras, stage left, also a teen at the time and also learning swordsmanship from the same person. 

And they… utterly despise each other. They would kill the other for an apple slice, if the other one would die! But also, only they can kill the other, as it is obviously their right! 

And well, they keep running into each other. It has been a hundred years, surely the other would die by now? But of course their rival would live through utter spite. Probably to spite them specifically. 

The amount of times they have ended up sparring- trying to kill each other or not- the moment they see the other is actually ridiculous. But time is also passing. And… Danny understands, not having another to talk about things people are forgetting, or have already forgotten. 

How they ended up actually talking without a murder attempt was a long story that included a demon, a dragon, a pair of fae, some bandits, and a lot of alcohol, but it happened. And then it happens again. And again, and now it’s just kind of normal to share a drink after their spars, talking about things that no longer exist, and things they miss. 

Sure Danny can go back in time again, but he knows better than to do it willy nilly. He’s matured, he’s been an adult for a hundred years now, he knows there’s consequences for messing with time, even with Clockwork’s blessings. 

The first time they got married was technically for an undercover assassination. Well, Ras was there to assassinate someone, Danny was there to grab an artifact that should Not be in the realm of the living. And they got divorced after, it was fine. 

They just, also got married again when they met a few years later, for another job. And… okay, so maybe they have gotten married over a dozen times now and only divorced like half of those times. Half of those were for the bit or while drunk! 

And even if technically they’re married or shared a bed, it’s not like they're exclusive! As Ras’ daughters’ existences attest to (adopted in one case or not). They don’t exactly have a label for their relationship, despite others asking for one or trying to put a name to it themselves. 

Now Danny knows Ras isn’t exactly a good dude, or at least on the side of ‘good’ as he’s a literal assassin. But he also knows that good? Bad? Rather relative. He had gotten labeled as a villain when he was just trying to help all that time ago after all, and really who was he to tell someone else how to live their life? 

Which brings him to now, where he’s run into his old frienemy-rival and his youngest daughter. Who has a braindead teenager and a small toddler. Which is fine, really- but also, Talia dear, why are you using a brain dead teenager to guard your three year old son? 

…

Okay, Talia dear, Ras (Derogatory), why are you using your brain dead son and grandson to guard your younger son and grandson? Do you not have the Pits, which you were soo proud about Ras? Yes, he will spar with you, but for Realms’ sake, heal, what’s his name? Ah yes, go heal Jason and he’ll actually stick around for a few years, deal? Good. 

[satans-knitwear]

Topless outdoor coffee mornings anyone??

Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me

[dandylion-s]

something i can appreciate about the witcher is that the world of it is authentically grimy. Geralt is always streaked with viscera. Jaskier's hair is always greasy. Villages are always muddy. Even the elves are fucking filthy. Everyone except Yennefer who is serving medieval fantasy cunt 24x7

[leahaart]

Let👏🏻them👏🏻do👏🏻drag👏🏻

[thefrsers]

No. No, I didna kill him. I dinna ken if I'm glad of it or no, but I didna. Well, I'm glad.

[bunnyboy-juice]

NO MORE ASSOCIATING THINGS WITH FEMMES ONLY BECAUSE THEY ARE PINK!HYPERFEM FEMMES ARE GREAT AND I LOVE YOU CAMPY FEMMES WHO EMBODY PINK BUT ALSO JESUS CHRIST CAN YOU GUYS NOT GO MORE THAN ONE DAY W/O TRYING TO SHOEHORN FEMMES INTO BEING ONLY PINK UWU BABIES. I AM FEMME AS IN GRASS AS IN DIRT AS IN TREE BARK AS IN WEEDS SPROUTING THROUGH THE SIDEWALK CEMENT. FEMME AS IN GENDER NONCONFORMITY AS IN FUCK YOU MY FEMININITY IS WHAT *I* SAY IT IS. FEMME AS IN DEPTH AND DARKNESS AND WARMTH AND TERROR. FEMME AS IN CAVES. FEMME AS IN LIGHTNING. FEMME AS IN AN AMALGAMATION OF TRAITS THAT I HAVE DECIDED ARE FEMININE REGARDLESS OF WHAT SOCIETY SAYS. FUCK IS IT THAT HARD TO UNDERSTAND?!???

[yooo-lets-go]

Ghost: sticks a finger in Soap’s eye

Soap: what are we 😳

[dennisboobs]

:) i certainly have no issue dressing in drag :)

^guy who has no issue dressing in drag btw

glenn said that dennis' drag name is victoria von hemen btw

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[cozylittleartblog]

hey. hey anon? youa re. so right,