#loc techniques

[choupicosmeticbeauty]

Unlocking the Secrets of Jamaican Mango & Lime Rasta Jam:

[ollylotl]

Didn't you think her so cute when she slept like the dead?

[1ncandescentrage]

I look forward for when my ear infection is gone. And to continue developing a body and hair ritual out of love.

[herespaaa]

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[luminiamore]

NEEDY.

brought back to life toji x black reader

warnings: cheating but he offs ur bf so not really?, angst in the beginning, we raised megs with toji, depression in the beginning, this is kinda sad but really cute, no prep just straight sex, reader has locs but it could be whateva u want, overstimulation, soft sex, soft toji, SPOILERS if u haven’t watched the anime.

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Twelve years.

It’s been that long. Twelve long, agonizing years have passed since you’ve seen Toji. He disappeared on you. Gone. Vanished. One day, he woke you up from a nap and told you he would be gone for a week or so for a job. You understood that his line of work is dangerous. You knew there was a possibility that he could die at any moment.

But he told you not to worry. They were kids, he said.

‘You know me, mama. I don’t die easily.’

He’s a sorcerer killer. He’s strong. It was always apparent to you that he could manage himself. Of course, that never stopped you from worrying.

You began to feel anxious after three weeks. During dinner time, you would cook him meals and fall asleep, hoping that he would come to you stumbling and embrace your body whole as he usually does.

After four weeks, you began to sleep less. The silence in your apartment would haunt you. The sound of every footstep passing by your wooden door and every creak on the floor would make you jump. Imagining that, finally, it would be him who would walk through it. He never did.

After the fifth week, you started calling his boss and friend, but he would never say it out loud. Each time it went to voicemail, you would cry uncontrollably. You may have sent him over one thousand messages, but they all went unanswered. The man probably blocked your number.

You honestly didn’t know what you expected.

Toji tried to keep Shiu and you apart as much as he could. You two were never close. The only thing you had Shiu’s number for was safety purposes, in case you were ever in danger while he was away on the job.

The truth took you five months to accept. To accept that Toji was never going to come back. It took you another three months to come to terms with the fact that Toji was dead.

Throughout all of this, Megumi, his son, gave you comfort. Though it was supposed to be the other way around, you had a feeling he knew what was wrong with you. At times, you couldn’t even get up to cook food and instead chose to order out so he could eat while you lay starving. At the tender age of four, Megumi was skilled in making homemade soup due to your frequent illnesses.

After a year or so, you thought -- you barely left your bed, so you lost track of time, a man came knocking at your door. White hair and bright, bright blue eyes can be seen even with glasses covering his eyes.

You should have fought him, beaten him to a fucking pulp. You’ve always had a keen sense of intuition. You knew he was the one who killed Toji, your Toji. Your gut was screaming that to you.

But what would you be able to do? You had no cursed energy. You couldn’t fight this man even though your husband had taught you some things in his free time. You had no chance against him, and the cocky bastard was aware of that.

He wasn’t here for you anyway. It was obvious to you that when he pushed past you and entered your home, he immediately started to search for Megumi. Knowing that the little boy could see curses, he suspected that his technique was starting to manifest, so he informed him that he could provide assistance.

Hearing the conversation in the kitchen, your breath paused when he mentioned that he would be going to Tokyo. You would be alone, but you refuse to be selfish and force him to watch over you in your depressed state. You urged him to go, urged him to make a change in the world even if it physically pained you.

Megumi made a promise to visit you every year and never leave you. He was truthful to you. Every year, he would spend a week with you, and you would see the boy you helped raise become a capable young man. He would occasionally show you his technique to demonstrate how much he has grown. You couldn’t have been more proud.

It took you 8 years, but you eventually moved on from Toji physically. Your heart still belongs to him emotionally.

Although you never remarried, you did have a boyfriend. He’s a kind man, has a regular corporate job, earns a livable yearly salary, and is not a killer, so there’s no danger of him being murdered. He also treats you nicely, arranging a dinner date every week and a vacation to a nice place every year.

You should’ve been happy. You should love him— why don’t you?

Why is it that every time he fucks you, all you see and think of is Toji? When you respond to his love for you, it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. Because you know it’s not true. You know it would never be true.

Megumi has a liking for him and believes he is a good fit for you. After what you went through, it’s fair to say that you deserve this. Though, it’s easy for him to sense how unhappy you are, that you’re putting on a facade in front of the man you’re supposed to love. If the man really knew you, he would understand that every time you smile and kiss him, it was an effort, especially after being together for almost 3 years.

You’re not sure why you never left him. You think this is better than feeling alone. Even if it wasn’t as good as Toji, you still got fucked every other night. It could never be better than Toji. You think he’s ruined you for anyone else.

October 31st, 2018. 11 a.m.

It’s Wednesday, October 31st, and it’s the week Megumi is supposed to come to see you.

You begin your day as you usually do. Your boyfriend wakes you up with a kiss right before he leaves for work, and you groggily force your body straight to the shower. While the eggs sizzle, you make a light breakfast as you stare into space.

As you’re eating, you feel your stomach drop. There is an odd sensation in your gut, a negative one. You experienced the same feeling when Toji died. You hastily pull out your phone and dial Megumi’s number.

One ring. Two. Three rings and no response.

“..Mom?”

His tone is fatigued as if you had woken him from his sleep. At that, you breathe a sigh of relief. However, the feeling persists.

“Are you okay, Megs?”

He sounds confused, although you suspect he can sense your concern in your voice, “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be? Is something wrong?”

“Do you have a mission today?”

Your frantic questioning without an answer is now causing him anxiety.

“There’s something going on in Shibuya tonight, so yeah.” You don’t answer him for a beat, just breathing as you feel your heart beating faster as his response.

“Are you okay, mo-”

“Please, don’t go. I have a bad feeling again.”

He sighs, “You know I can’t do that. It’s supposed to be something manageable, nothing too ba-”

You sternly cut him off, “Megumi. It’s not going to be manageable, I can feel it.”

“If you’re saying that, then it means I need to go and help even more, Mom.”

You’re trembling, and- Are you crying? You feel the tear slide down your cheek before you can even register it. You have always been afraid of Megumi going out to fight curses, but for some reason, your fear is growing stronger.

Your breath stutters, “What if- what if you-”

The thought of Megumi getting badly injured or even dying is so terrifying that you can’t even finish your sentence. You don’t believe you can endure that. No, you know you can’t. You’re still grieving over your husband. How could you possibly stomach his death?

This time, he cuts you off, “I can’t promise you that I won’t go. But I can promise to stay at a safe distance so I don’t die.”

“You’re so selfless, it’s infuriating.” You chuckle through your tears, using your unoccupied hand to wipe them off.

“I love you too.” You can tell he’s trying to stifle a laugh of his own.

You smile, even though he can’t see you, “I love you so much. Please, don’t die.”

“I’ll make sure to haunt you if I do.”

A gasp, “Megumi!”

“Joking.. sort of.”

He hangs up with another ‘Love you’ before you can scold him. And now you’re forced to swallow the lump in your throat. It’s okay, you remind yourself. You’re gonna be okay. Megumi is gonna be fine. He’ll come see you on Friday like he usually does. But even you’re aware that you’re just trying to console yourself.

The day is spent trying to distract yourself. You had the time to paint your nails and toes, try on some new outfits that you bought last week, and even try reading a book. But the feeling would never go away. In fact, it intensified as the darkness outside increased.

October 31st, 2018. 11 p.m.

Around 11 p.m., your boyfriend arrived and greeted you with his usual kiss on the cheek and casual discussion about both of your days. Every day, you think, today is the day. Today is the day you’ll get a tingling feeling whenever he kisses you. Today is the day you’ll feel warmth whenever he says he missed you or he loved you.

But it never came, and today was no different. You had made some food and decided to leave some for him, he had taken a liking to your cooking.

“I’m gonna head to bed. You’re gonna join me?”

“In a few, I wanna stay up a little longer.” You whisper, absentmindedly watching the plate he’s eating from. You don’t even notice. You’re entirely zoned out.

He kisses the side of your head when he stands up.

He kisses the side of your head when he stands up, “Okay, thanks for the food, babe. Let’s go out to eat tomorrow, yeah?”

“Sure.”

He pulls back hesitantly, hands still on your shoulder as he observes the lost look in your eyes, “Are you okay, babe? You seem.. out of it.”

All he gets is a slow nod and a small kiss on his knuckles. That seems to be enough for him because he hums and whispers a small “Love you.” and walks away.

The sound of the shower running after a few minutes is your cue to clean up. As you scrub the burnt parts of the pasta you made, you hear your phone ringing. When you glance over, it turns out to be Megumi.

11:38 p.m.

‘why the fuck is Dad alive? he just disappeared after helping me with some curse??’

Your hands become completely limp as the plate you are holding drops abruptly and crashes into the wet sink. Your eyes were wide and unblinking as you stood frozen. Your breath is caught in your throat, making it impossible to exhale. Your mind is overflowing with thoughts, each one more anxious than the last.

What?

You haven’t moved a single inch, but your hands are now shaking.

Toji is what?

No. He’s lying. But that’s not true either. Megumi would never deceive you, especially about his dad being alive. Your hands are trembling as you try to reach for your phone, but you’re stopped in your tracks by a loud crash.

You come out of your frozen state, and as if you’re running on autopilot, you run as fast as you can to the sound that hits the cold tile floor. But what you see next almost causes you to burst into tears because there he is, your husband.

Toji is right there, in your room, holding a sharp red wooden blade against your boyfriend’s neck. He’s in a gray sweater, but even then, you can see his muscles and just how big he is through it. He’s not looking at you, but with the way his shoulders raise and his breath hitches— he knows you’re watching.

Hearing him speak brings a tear to your cheek. It’s been a long time since you last heard his voice. The world seemed to stop moving, leaving you in a surreal moment stuck in time. You can’t believe it, you’ve lost all hope, but he is here. Sending the ugliest glare to the man on the other side of the blade in your bedroom is enough to make you shiver,

“Who the hell is this, baby?”

You say nothing, relishing in the sound of him speaking to you. Your heart pounded fiercely, echoing in your ears, while a wave of dizziness threatened to overwhelm you.

It’s when your boyfriend grunts in an angry tone, “What the fuck is happening, (❤︎)?!” You finally snap out of your stupor.

It’s not a surprise you stutter when you speak, but you don’t even say much. You pitifully let out a squeak of,

“T-Toji?”

You want him to look at you, want him to see you. You want to make sure that it’s really him you’re looking at, but he seems so focused and upset? Your eyes move away from his face briefly to take a glance at the weapon threatening to penetrate your boyfriend’s neck.

You speak so lowly, almost as if you’re ashamed to admit your following words, “My boyfriend. He’s my boyfriend.”

Despite boarding on the brink of death, he still manages to harbor a false confidence when you say that, “Exactly, man, so, who the fuck are you?”

“Her husband.”

At that, your boyfriend chokes, and now his anger is directed towards you, “Husband? You’re married?! We’ve been together for 3 years, and you-”

“He was dead!” You suddenly find your voice, a bit hysterically. You turn to Toji, who still isn’t looking at you but presses harder into his neck. You can see a trickle of blood start to drip. “You were dead- You are dead.”

His response is cold, blunt, “I’m about to kill the bastard standing half naked in my wife’s house, so, no. I’m very much alive, mama.”

“How? How are you alive?”

“Long story.” Is all he utters.

“I’ve waited 12 fucking years, I’m sure you can spare me a little more time.”

At that, he has the audacity to sigh as if you’re the one being difficult. You jump back and yelp when he suddenly plunges the weapon into your boyfriend- ex’s neck. You open your mouth, about to ask him what the hell that was for, but he answers before you can, “Unwanted company.”

When he finally turns his head to look at you, you swear he’s more beautiful than you remember. Everything looks the same, but something’s off. His eyes were blackish, or maybe it was a deep purple color in his sclera— that was supposed to be white, wasn’t it? His pupils are purple, too, or was it blue? You’re not sure, but you don’t find him any less beautiful.

“Toji.. I- how?”

He grumbles, and in one blink, he’s in front of you, hands on your waist and lips immediately logged deep in your neck, not quite sucking but just breathing you in. The action makes you shiver, and the feeling of him so close to you causes more tears to fall. “Some old hag did a seance. Wanted me to kill all sorcerers.”

Your breath hitches, but you sternly reply, “Our son is a sorcerer.”

“Obviously, I’m not going to.”

He smiles at the fact that you said ‘Our.’ He can feel the tears on your neck, and he honestly feels he might drop some of his own. Twelve years in hell—because let’s be real, there was no way someone of his caliber was making it to heaven— and he hasn’t seen you. Hasn’t touched you. He’d rather kill you than not fuck you again- he’d have to force himself to do so.

He’s not ashamed to admit he missed you. He feels guilty for putting you through this, through twelve years with him. He said he was coming back, he couldn’t imagine your despair when he didn’t. He hates himself for causing you that pain, for pushing you into the arms of another man.

He muffled out, “D’ya love him?”

It takes you a minute to answer, you feel a bit ashamed to admit this since he just died, “Never did. I only ever loved you.”

“Loved? You don’t love me anymore?”

You break out another sob, “I never stopped Toji.”

This time, he doesn’t answer, but there’s a nagging question in the back of his mind that he needs answered, “Three years, hm? You fuck him?” Your next words give him the answer he needs.

“Toji- it’s been years! You were-”

“Dead, I know. You didn’t look too sad when he died. He could never fuck you like me, huh?”

He knows he shouldn’t be upset. He knows he has no right to be angry at you. You had every right to move on. He didn’t ghost you or just disappear casually. He was dead. The thought never sat well with him, though. It made his stomach churn. He always told you that if you ever cheated on him, he would kill the man and then himself. He could never bring himself to hurt you physically.

But is it even cheating if he was dead?

A whisper breaks him out of his thoughts, “No.”

What an angel you are. Answering him even when he isn’t even speaking out loud. His mind is confused. So he does what he used to do when he needs to let out his frustrations— use your body as a stress reliever.

When his hands grope your hips, you let out a desperate moan. Fuck you are desperate, you haven’t felt your lover in years.

“Damn- I missed you, baby. Missed how soft you are, missed holding you.” His tongue starts slowly, lapping softly at your collarbone.

Your breath starts getting shaky, and the slick that’s been forming since you first laid eyes on him is dripping down your thighs, “Missed you so much more.”

He’s not in the mood to wait. He’d usually tease you before he impaled you on his dick. But it’s been too long since he felt any warmth from you- he’s not stalling any longer.

“Need to fuck you, now. You remember how to take me, right?”

He was quick with his hands, ripping the nightgown you had on to shreds. You’re bare in front of his gaze, and you can see how he was practically drooling— the man was in a trance.

If Toji is as big as you remember, then taking him would be a challenge. You could never do it without some form of prep, be it him eating you out until you cried or fingering you till your legs trembled. Sometimes it was both. But you could tell he wasn’t in the mood to do either of those right now. He just wanted to stuff you, so you’d have to suck it up and let him.

You give him a shaky nod, “Yes, please.”

He lazily rubs on your engorged bud, spreading your slick all over your fat pussy lips. He releases the most toe-curling moan when he feels how wet you are, and it’s all for him. He doesn’t keep the act up for long and dips two fingers inside. They stretch you so wide you can’t help but buck your hips against the wall he has you pressed on.

“Hnng- Toji! Just put it in, p-please.”

He grunts, but he can never argue against you. Toji forces his tip past your tight walls, and you have to hiss it out. You’re wet enough that the first inch slides in easily, but you’re so tight that he thinks you’re about to squeeze his tip right off.

He groans out, seemingly more out of breath than you are, “Relax, mama. Breathe before you break my dick off.”

“M’trying!” Is your only response. More tears are dripping down your face, both from the pain and how close you are to him.

Toji decides to distract you by rubbing tight circles on your clit, and that causes your breath to stutter and your moans to increase in volume. That does the trick because as you’re focused on the pleasure, he doesn’t hesitate to shove everything into you in one go. All nine inches- but shit, you swear it feels bigger.

“Oh god! It’s too much- I can’t-”

“God took me away from you. Made us spend twelve years apart. It’s not God making you feel this way, it’s me. Focus on me.”

You’re nodding before he can even finish his sentence because he’s right. Toji gives you a few seconds- maybe 30 before his patience runs around, and he starts slowly rutting in you. He knows how big he is. Takes pride in it, too. So, he doesn’t stop rubbing your clit to ease the feeling of him stretching you out.

As he instructs, all your focus is on him. Your hazy eyes focus on his face, his brows furrowed in pleasure, and his lips parted as he pants against you. You can’t help but kiss him, suck his chapped pink lips so hard you can feel his scar against your tongue. And he doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back. It isn’t a fight for dominance, Toji easily takes all control of you, and you surrender with no regrets.

You take his cock beautifully, so well. Every time he pushes out, your pussy just pulls him back in, making a wet squelch sound when his hips slap against yours. He can feel the goosebumps on your body whenever his tip presses harshly on your g-spot, and so he keeps the same pace and stroke— determined to make you cum just like this.

You wail out as your eyes roll into the back of your head, “Oh! Right there, don’t s-stop!”

“Never. Won’t ever stop fucking you, baby. Need you to forgive me anyway.”

“For l-leaving me?”

He chuckles against your puffy lips and pulls harshly on your brown locs so your neck cranes to look directly at him, “Yes, mama. I’m sorry for leaving you, for leaving our son. So sorry. Won’t ever do it again, I promise.”

You’re crying again. Tears are flowing freely now, and Toji thinks you’re beautiful and even ethereal. He glances down, and a creamy white paste forms at the base of his cock- getting even more wet each time he pulls out of you.

“I c-cried so much, Toji. For months, for years. You- you-”

“Shh. I know, baby. I know. I’m selfish for doing that, a complete asshole. I’d hate me too.”

You’re nodding, but you could never think of him as such. You would never call Toji anything mean, anything harsh- despite what he put you through.

Your pussy is twitching against him, “Don’t hate you. Could never h-hate you.”

He kisses your lips, all over your face, really, “Yeah? Damn, I love you. You love me?”

“Yes! Yes- I love you. Only you.”

He moans and presses against your stomach, his bulge poking out. Your breaths come in ragged gasps, your body tightening as a wave of pleasure builds inside of you. Your muscles clenched, and an uncontainable rush surged through you. Fuck, you’re gonna come.

Toji can feel it, and his slow pace speeds up. He whispers in your ear, pulling at your lobe, “Cum, baby. Go ahead, I need it.”

Finally, with a shuddering cry, you tipped over the edge. Ecstasy washed over you in powerful, pulsing waves. Your body trembled a blissful release, leaving you breathless and utterly spent. Despite your haze, Toji doesn’t stop, nor do you feel his thick cum flowing past your walls.

He can sense the confusion in you, and all he does to ease your mind is, “3 years, right? How about 3 orgasms for every year I wasn’t with you, huh? Think we can reach 36, mama?”

Your eyes widen in disbelief because that doesn’t even sound possible, but you’re distracted by another toe-curling orgasm ripping through you- your clit pulsing in overstimulation. As always, he knows what you’re thinking, but he doesn’t seem to be backing down with his next words.

“Yeah, I think we can.”

[sxnshxnxxnddxxsxxs]

Duke Thomas headcannons becuase please just write him as a black boy:

the first time there’s a summer rain at night after he moves into Wayne Manor Duke sets up the speakers and the floodlights and lives out his 00’s rnb music video dreams

after that Alfred will sometimes drive him around in the back of one of the cars when it rains at night because he doesn’t want his latest grandson to get hypothermia but understands that it is very important to live out 00’s rnb music video dreams

Duke teaches Cass the Usher watch this thing and originally they only use it to tell each other that they’re gonna do some dumb shit but then Cass decides she really likes it and uses it more than the actual sign

Duke and Cass have a theme song because they are besties and that theme song is black and yellow by Wiz Khalifa whenever it plays they drop everything to rap to each other and if anyone turns it off before it finishes they start it again even louder it becomes a great distraction technique for other batfamily members. they chose the song because of their uniforms but the first time a civilian sees how enthusiastic they are about the song they draw a different conclusion and they find it so funny that they definitely have to keep it as their theme song from now on

Duke lives a no shoes in the house life no matter who’s house it is or what everyone else is doing

He also keeps his Signal uniform exclusively in the batcave because no uniforms in the Manor seems like the natural extension for no outside clothes in bed

Duke sneaks scotch bonnets into the Manor kitchen generally timed with the occasions that Jason is around and in the mood to cook. Dinner those nights feature running eyes and noses from Bruce Tim and Steph along with all the milk in the Manor finishing. It’s great entertainment for Duke Cass Damian Jason and Dick

Duke has locs he lowkey thinks about bleaching the ends to match the aesthetic of his uniform but he’s unsure of if it will make him to conspicuous

When he first moved to the Manor he got pooled into the schedule to pick up hair shop (beauty supply store) supplies with the Fox’s because they’re all way too busy of people to be driving out of the way individually so it only made sense to add Duke to that. He and Tam also timetable his retwist appointments with her hair appointments for the same time

Duke is an instigator Jason and Tim will be having a petty squabble that is about to fizzle out but then Duke walks past them and just whispers a quick “if I were you I wouldn’t have that” and then an hour later a priceless vase is broken there’s holes in the wall and Tim and Jason have matching black eyes. Duke considers it a public service to provide Babs with entertainment for when Oracle hours a slow she agrees and doesn’t snitch on just how much shit Duke starts so he can get away with even more

Duke joins Jason and Alfred’s book club and the first book he picks is Beloved because like they’re in this big old gothic manor respect the aesthetic

One time Bruce walks passed Duke on ft to his friends and he’s performing “Wisdom” and Bruce thinks it’s something Duke came up with himself and is trying to be a supportive dad and is like “that’s great son” with a really strained smile and Duke just sticks to the bit like “you really think so?” bruce even more pained “yeah it’s amazing”

He also has exclusively satin pillowcases and gives everyone in the Manor a set because it’s good for the hair and therefore a good use of Bruce’s rich people money

Duke upon realising that he was gonna be adopted by a bunch of crime fighting pseudofurries and was going to join them in the crime fighting said this some white people shit and that’s why he chose Signal rather than some bioluminescent bird

[creatingblackcharacters]

Do you have any techniques/tips for drawing graying coily hair? I have a lot reference photos saved but when it comes to copying the look, afros in my art style end up looking like a block of color with a hard gradient of gray to deep brown/black or deep brown/black with noticable squiggly gray/white lines. I don't have a realistic style and have not seen many older/aging Black characters from the artists I follow, and I'm not skilled enough in a realistic style to copy a reference 1 to 1. If you have any recommendations of artists who draw graying coiled hair or any tips on how to incorporate lighter colors into a coily texture (this would go for dyed hair too), I would appreciate it so much. I have also struggled to find comprehensive photo references of how graying locs would look, how the lighter strands pattern with the darker ones when locked. Also, is there anything specific you would want ppl to know or include about aging Black and textured hair? Balding patterns, hair care specifically geared to older ppl, any general knowledge off the top of your head that could direct on what to watch for and include? Thank you in advance and have a good day

Ombre effects and/or blending! You can find this in dyed hair as well. Greying is not always even, anyway, if you're worried about symmetry.

But yeah for grey hair I'll usually do a base color of the original hair color, then spray paint the grey towards the roots out to wherever I want it to reach in the hair. Then I go back and use the hair brush textures to add the greying hairs and highlights where necessary. This works for locs and afros for me.

There's also a Black artist, @prinnay , that I think does an excellent job of using color to show different highlights in the hair. Here's a small example of a bit of grey and white in one of her pieces. Just because it's a bunch of different colors not blending when you look close doesn't mean that the effect won't be there when you step back overall. I would suggest studying their work as well, they're a far better artist than I!

As for aging hair care, nothing that I wouldn't say about our hair in general. Maybe that the texture might soften as the hair greys and to be more careful because aging hair might not be as strong. Balding isn't a unique experience to Blackness. And as always, I suggest following more Black artists and studying their work 👍🏾

[supersylph]

Fighter plane who loves when you fight it for control. Fighter plane whos perfect metal body, infinitely stronger than yours, slowly, slowly maneuvers into a high G turn just so it can watch your fingertips slip from its controls, and your eyes roll back in your skull as you struggle. Your anti G-LOC breathing techniques more like a desperate pant as it effortlessly pins you in your seat. It holds you there and taunts you, "You cant handle it, can you?"

You feel yourself slipping under.

"I have control, Capt."

[choupicosmeticbeauty]

Jamaican Mango & Lime Rasta Jam.

Unlocking the Secrets of Jamaican Mango & Lime Rasta Jam:

To help you achieve the locs of your dreams, we have compiled some trustworthy bullet points that will guide you through the process. Follow these expert tips and techniques to maximize the benefits of Jamaican Mango & Lime Jam:

Shampoo with Mango & Lime Tingle Shampoo: Start your loc journey by cleansing your hair with this invigorating shampoo. It will remove any impurities while leaving your scalp feeling refreshed.

Condition with Mango & Lime Protein Conditioner: After shampooing, use the Protein Conditioner to nourish and strengthen your hair. This conditioner is enriched with essential proteins that promote healthy and resilient locs.

Towel Dry Your Hair: Gently towel dry your hair after washing. It’s important to remove excess moisture before applying the locking gel.

Apply Mango & Lime Locking Gel: Take a generous amount of the Locking Gel and apply it to the root or new growth of your hair. Use your fingers, a small tooth comb, or the palm roll technique to twist and shape your locs.

Utilize Heat: For optimal results, sit under a hair dryer for 20 minutes after completing the locking process. The heat will help the gel set, ensuring long-lasting and well-defined locs.

[luffyvace]

Inosuke x black male reader

The last one from the poll!! Yippie!!

I love inosuke he’s so cool 😎

your hair is….very foreign to inosuke

this is Japan so when he sees you in general he’s very confused??

and confused=confrontational (like with giyuu)

so at first there’s a chance y’all beefed (it may have been one-sided)

but to talk specifically about your hair he probably pulls and inspects it a lot

or at least tries I know you don’t let that slide

he’d ask overly blunt questions like

“what happened to your hair, is it fried?!”

your skin is also new to him

the things he be saying is atrocious but he’s genuinely curious

mans also has no social cues

which makes him come off as rude

and even if he did have social cues he’d ignore them, cuz he doesn’t care 🤷‍♀️

to sum it all up, don’t take it personally

he be munching down on your cooking tho!

so at least that 🤦‍♀️

he always asks for so much / extras

he likes spicy too

He steals tanjiro and zenitsu’s food whenever you cook

When you use AAVE he doesn’t get it

and never will

you never even bothered to teach him

he doesn’t seem like the type of guy who would get it

if you wanna say something and don’t want him to know just teach tanjiro and zenitsu AAVE

zenitsu will get it before tanjiro does-

”WHAT?? WHADDYA SAYIN?? STOP SPEAKING FUNNY!!”

”THAT DOESNT EVEN MAKE ANY SENSE IDIOT!!”

him calling you a idiot is irony I know 😂 /j

your culture/dances also don’t make sense to him..😞🙁

he might get the culture a little bit more than the dances

i mean it’s just dancing but he’ll be wondering why you have to do it a certain way

and as far as culture he’ll be like

”whaddya doin all this stuff for?! ITS POINTLESS!! lets go train instead!”

Tanjiro will get it tho!

he’ll explain his dad used to do a fire dance to ward the demons off

”is it something like that?”

close enough..🧍‍♀️

your bonnet/durag is very strange to him

He doesn’t get why you need something on your head to sleep

You explain to him that it’s to keep your pillow from soaking the oil in your hair and to keep your hairstyles neat

speaking of which when you braid your hair or if you have locs he thinks it’s very cool!

(that’s like the most positive thing I’ve wrote so far..)

Only problem is…..he wants you to do his hair like yours..

”but inosuke, your hair’s gonna fall out! And you can’t loc straight hair!”

He doesn’t wanna hear it..

he gets loud/starts yelling and you have to calm him down

your features are something he notices right off the bat but at the same time it goes right over his head

like he sees you may have a big nose/big lips but he doesn’t really pay much attention to it

like he doesn’t even think ‘everyone is different!’ so why would he pay attention to everyone’s individual features?

he’s looking for if your strong or not if anything 🤷‍♀️

im just gonna put a collage of his questions here cuz I can

”WHY CANT YOU DO MY HAIR LIKE YOURS?!”

”HOW’S YOUR HAIR SO BIG!?”

”HOW COME YOUR HAIR GOES BOING AND MINE DOESNT?!”

”what’s that black thing on your head?” (Durag)

”WHADDYA MEAN MY HAIRS’ GONNA FALL OUT?! YOURS DIDNT!!”

”is your hair a defense technique?? What does it do?”

“how’d you get your hair like that?”

”WHY DO YOU TALK LIKE THAT??”

”I CANT UNDERSTAND YOU!! SPEAK NORMAL!!”

”does your whole village look like that?? SHOW ME!”

his bluntness be getting outta hand ngl

You being a male doesn’t NOT affect inosuke whatsoever

he realized he wanted to be with you, and his mind, you were already his

(he didn’t actually ask you out 🤦‍♀️)

and yeah I pretty much have nothing else to say bc inosuke don’t care.

he’s him like that 🤷‍♀️

Inosuke’s love languages are quality time and gift giving

quality time = training

training = beating

not because he wants to beat you

but just because he doesn’t hold back at all

i hope your stronger than him

cuz if your weak……..😃

with gift giving he’ll remember the things you say you like but……it’ll just end up going..wrong..

for example! You say you need a new durag because it has a hole?

well! The great inosuke has taken the liberty to make you a new one!

like it? 😁

(oh gosh…..you don’t. What is this even made out of??)

”gee thanks..! Inosuke..”😟

”HHAHAHAHAHAH YOU BETTER BE GRATEFUL!! THE GOD OF MOUNTAINS HIMSELF MADE YOU A NEW DURAT!”😼

(yes durat 😋..he doesn’t remember the name)

zenitsu and tanjiro support you two

zenitsu was already aware of non het couples

he doesn’t see the attraction but it’s none of his business to him really

tanjiro is 100% supportive and doesn’t see it any different from a hetero couple

kind confused?? But he’s supportive :)

also commends you for taking on the rambunctious inosuke 😅

inosuke doesn’t care what anyone else has to say about your relationship

Now if they’re passive aggressive he won’t get it-

but if they directly insult either of you—your gonna have to stop him from beating them up 😜

(or join him! 😊)

all in all….your relationship is very chaotic!

you love him regardless <3

Lol inosuke so silly

Hope you enjoyed💝

[lovedovechels]

Natural: A journey of acceptance

In January of this year, when I took down my passion twists, I was shocked by how uncomfortable and ugly I felt in my natural hair. This feeling was, let's be honest, insane. Why was I uncomfortable in the hair that God had blessed me with? The hair that grew from my scalp?  I was being weird and needed to do some introspection! As I began to wonder, I realized I had grown accustomed to seeing myself in everything but my natural hair. I was used to knotless box braids in shades 144, 530, and 613. I flaunted myself in curly wigs that emulated looser textures than my own. I spent hours with wobbly arms and sore fingertips meticulously parting my hair for mini passion twists and faux locs, and the minute these protective styles had run their course I took them out and redid them. No break between styles and certainly no rest for my natural strands.   

Something to note: When I refer to protective styles I am talking about those with added hair. 

I was so seasoned to ‘protective style Chels’ that ‘natural hair Chels’ was a version of me to be hidden away. I borderline idolized myself in ‘protective styles.’ This just wouldn't do. I decided to wear only my natural hair for the first half of 2024- no protective styles (with added hair), no dyeing or straightening, and no blow-drying. It was going to be just me and my coils against the world. This was my journey to self-acceptance.  

The first month was the hardest, I was afraid of people seeing my hair in its natural state after seeing me with protective styles majority of 2023. Also, I had no effective wash day routine. I didn't know how to properly manage my coils. I researched and experimented with different products and techniques that made my hair more manageable and healthier. Slowly I formulated a routine that worked for me. I created my own hair oils using coconut and rosemary oil. I deep conditioned every wash day; I trimmed my ends when needed; instead of blow-drying, I air-dried my hair; I applied my products in an order best-suited for me; and then I styled my hair into mini-twist, braids, or cornrows (all without any added hair). Additionally, I tried different natural hairstyles and found the ones I felt the prettiest and most confident wearing.  

I persevered through these six months and now I love my natural hair and admire myself in the various styles I wear. I also received more compliments on my natural hair than on protective styles. 

As I write this, it is currently July and I have no desire to get a protective style. I`m not saying that I`ll never rock a protective style again but I can confidently say that if I do, it won`t be to hide away my natural hair but just something fun and new. I no longer rely on protective styles as my go-to and can therefore enjoy them whenever I desire. 

I must emphasize that there is nothing wrong with protective styles. These styles are time-saving and convenient. Refraining from these styles was my way of gaining self-acceptance and confidence and becoming in my natural hair. It's all about finding what makes you feel self-assured, confident, and comfortable so do whatever works for you- whether it's your natural hair or protective styles. 

[rivensdefenseattorney]

Aisha Character Profile

(WIP)

Basic Information

Name: Aisha Ailani Terinus

Race: Fairy | Merfolk Descendant

Age: 20

Gender: Female (She/Her)

Height: 5'8 (173 cm)

Unique Features

Locs

Royalty engravings on her back and arms

Education & Background

Education: Alfea

Year: Transfer Student

Concentrated Study: Diplomacy & Leadership in Fae Realms

Minor Studies: Enchanted Visual Arts | Diplomatic Negotiation Strategies | Elemental Combat Techniques

Favorite Class: Introduction to Mystical Movement

Birthplace: Kingdom of Terra, Andros

Relationships

Family

Mother: Niobe Terinus

Father: Teredor Terinus

Sister: Layla Terinus (Deceased)

Aunt: Ligea Marinus

Uncle: Neptune Marinus

Cousins: Tritannus, Tressa, Nereus

Friends

Tecna/Bloom (Winx Best Friends)

Sky/Brandon/Helia (Specialist Best Friends)

Love Interests*

Nabu

Personality Traits

Brave: Aisha doesn't shy away from challenges or difficult situations, always facing them head-on.

Risk-Taker: She is willing to take calculated risks when necessary, unafraid of the unknown.

Passionate: Her passion fuels her actions, pushing her to excel and make a difference in what she cares about.

Strong Sense of Duty: Helping others isn't just a choice; it's a fundamental part of who she is.

Stubborn: Once Aisha has made up her mind, it's challenging to sway her from her chosen path. Her strong beliefs and principles make her resistant to changing her opinion or stance easily.

Tenacious: Aisha stubbornness often serves her well, especially in difficult situations where relentlessness is required.

Extroverted: She thrives in social environments, drawing energy from interactions with diverse personalities.

Adventurous: She actively seeks out novel and thrilling experiences. Always eager to learn and discover, she has an insatiable curiosity about the world.

Skills & Abilities

Proficient in staff-based martial arts/defensive techniques

Excels in water magic

Able to manipulate Morphix

Understands most languages of the sea

Can hold her breath underwater for a very long time

Can use Morphix to assist with breathing and swimming underwater

Hobbies & Interests

Water activities

Dancing

Exercising

Studying Oceanography/Languages

Meeting new people

Traveling to new places

Apart of a Quadrathlon Team

Apart of a Debate Team

Quirks & Habits

Follows a Pescetarian Diet

Goes for a swim or run every morning

Loves running bubble baths

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Winx Rewrite Master Post

[sabrinahawthorne]

Meet The Ronin

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The Ronin is driven to Mastery above and beyond anything. They train and learn and seek out secret arts in pursuit of greater and greater mastery, and may even hunt down forbidden techniques if it means achieving greatness.

Ronin Touchstones:

- Sasuke Uchiha (Naruto) - Roronoa Zoro (One Piece) - Toph Beifong (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

In their search for mastery, the Ronin will encounter those who challenge and frustrate her efforts. They owe a Rivalry and Loyalty to the most powerful Fighter in their party. They are also Loyal to their teacher, even if they have learned everything they can.

The Ronin Playbook is built around the Duel Relationship, and with On Guard!, they can force an opponent into a Duel, whether they like it or not. This opens up the rest of their kit, which allows them to control the Duel as they please, and even take on multiple opponents at once.

Ronin Icon: Yasuke Kurosawa

He/They

Named for the famous Black Samurai of Japanese history, Yasuke is the eldest scion of the house of Kurosawa and adoptive brother of Inez, The Genius Icon. He is a martial prodigy and the pride of his family, combining once-in-a-generation swordsmanship with covert use of his family's Pneumatic technique: Mortar of Kagutsuchi, which allows him to adhere objects together.

While outwardly cold and even hostile, Yasuke is in fact fiercely protective of their younger sister, hoping to protect her from the burden of their family legacy by taking it upon themself. Though, of course, he would never admit his weakness by telling this to her.

To learn more about Yasuke's training, their family, and their Pneumatic techniques, pledge to the CLASH! Crowdfundr at the Otaku: The Ronin tier to receive a special mini-manga when you receive your physical copy of CLASH! Shonen Battle Roleplay.

[dangerousbandsymbol]

double meaning of psyche and the butterfly theory

so. butterfly theory. we know that the concept of psychokinesis (psychí kínisi) is going to be very significant in future lore and in defeating dema. the term is composed of two words from ancient greek, psyche (meaning soul) and kinesis (meaning movement)—soul movement, also known as the 'seizing' technique the bishops use to control people.

clancy, by acquiring this power in the latest letter/the outside mv, is 'transformed' into a weapon. metamorphosed, if you will.

"This small eerie island has made me a weapon. We both believe that we can use it to change the momentum of this war." 022 03MOON 18

now here's where the interesting part comes in: psyche (ψῡχή), in ancient greek, also means 'butterfly', and this is specifically extended from the meaning 'soul'. given the fact that tyler chooses words very carefully and charges them with as much meaning as possible (sai has like 4 different meanings: scaled and icy/clancy is dead/sai (weapon)/psi (greek letter & the band logo)), i think the possibility of this being a coincidence is very small.

we've already had a few things that could suggest that butterfly imagery will be relevant for the next era/album, such as the LOC chrysalis keyword, tyler wearing a brand with a purple butterfly logo, and the pattern for doubt on the blurryface album resembling the pattern of a monarch butterfly wing, and the double meaning of 'psyche' only makes this theory more probable.

[enbycupcake]

THE FACEFUCKING MANIFESTO FROM TWITTER!!! THIS IS FOR FUN. NOT FOR SERIOUS. HEADCANONS DRIVEN BY HORNY, BUT HERE IS 700 WORDS OF OPINION. FRIENDLY DISCUSSION/ARGUING IS ENCOURAGED!!!!

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Shen “I think I like you tonight” Qingqiu WOULD know what facefucking is+he WOULD be into it. He’d never bring it up but WOULD agree to being facefucked and he’d be a reluctant to admit slut about it. This man agreed to wine in his ass and is obsessed with his husband’s dick–

Anyways for HIM doing the facefucking. He would be one of those guys that thinks about it offhandedly. Maybe has jerked off to porn of it before but didn’t seek it out. Thinks it’s degrading without considering himself or people he knows doing it. But after getting married, and when HE is feeling too good during a blowjob he can’t help but thrust his hips up and if his partner doesn’t stop him, well!! He’s feeling good!!!! They’re fine!!!

In the case of Bingliushen, he is forced to confront the fact that his husband enjoys it and WILL ask to be facefucked. Throatfucked, if you will. He will gently Dom Binghe through it after much blistering and fumbling. There is not much technique involved; he is just rutting and fucking in there. It’s a blessing Binghe is a bit of a masochist and also doesn’t need to breath. Did Shen Qingqiu think of that as he held Binghe down? He will said he did. But he didn’t really, since Binghe wasn’t pushing him off once he started going into it. For Liu Qingge as the facefuckee, it’s much the same but Liu Qingge enjoys the lack of air.

Shen Qingqiu gives lots of praise and gently washes both his husband and boyfriend’s face afterwards. It took work to make it a habit, but he gives them lots of water.

Luo “Call me husband” Binghe did not get sex education RIP to him. But when he discovered the world of blowjobs, the world grew three sizes larger. He knew what his purpose in life was for his husband– this man was made to get facefucked. Loves it. Is the biggest slut for it and would drink nothing but both Shizun’s cum and–

Him as the facefucker, though, would depend on his mood +who he’s fucking. The first time he’d been close to being the facefucker, Shizun had tried fucking his own throat on Binghe’s dick + Binghe had cried as soon as Shizun gagged a little *too* much and looked like he’d puke. Shizun doesn’t have to do things just because Binghe does them for him. They eventually work him up to shallowly rutting in Shizun’s mouth, slow and sweet strokes as he pets Shizun’s hair and falls apart in his mouth.

He doesn’t go into Shizun’s throat very often in fear of hurting his husband. But when he *does*, it’s deep and he holds himself there for a while. Facefucking is a slow, tiring event when Binghe does it; by the end Shizun’s jaw is sore and he’s full of tears and head empty. It’s about the closeness and worship.

When Binghe is fucking Liu Qingge’s face, it’s faster. Liu Qingge enjoys pain, and thrusting continuously down a throat with his size and little recovery time definitely hurts. His hips hit Liu Qingge’s face plenty, and and he’s only teasingly lingering down his throat. It’s more about the fucking and using than being inside him when it’s the two of them. Scratching the need and the trust to be allowed to fall apart. Only when Binghe is close to coming will he stay down, rutting down Liu Qingge’s throat to feel him struggle to breathe and see his eyes absolutely cloud over as he takes it.

Liu Qingge, bless him. Sex IS just a physical activity, baby! What do you mean that most people aren’t doing breath acrobatics in bed? He enjoys getting throatfucked and would not believe anyone if they said most people don’t engage in this activity. It would never come up and he’d blister about if it did, but alas. Hair was made to be held. Liu Qingge grabbed Shen Qingqiu’s hair and held him down the first time Shen Qingqiu went down on him and locked his legs and that was it. Shen Qingqiu has to tell him when he doesn’t want to be held down to eat him out; Luo Binghe holds him down when it isn’t welcome.

Unless his hips are restrained, Liu Qingge *is* fucking and thrusting so his dick can get the most stimulation. Prefers to sit his partners’ faces so he can control the fucking pace, but he is most often found squished between the husbands on the bed not in control.

[creatingblackcharacters]

hello! im very unfamiliar with black hair and culture, im from a part of east asia that is not educated on this topics, so apologies if i do/say something incorrect. i genuinely dont mean to disrespect!

i have a black original character. she lives in the 1980s in belgium and is very anxious and sensitive with people. so she never had any oportunity to ask for help with her hair. she cut it short when she was younger but realize as an adult she could use her shoulder length hair to cover her face when shes buying food. she likes to appear feminine but has trouble with product buying and the techniques. what will her hair end up looking if she rarely cares for it and doesnt like sleeping with a bonnet?

sorry if my english words are weird or wrong 😭

Black, and it depends on the hairstyle she currently has. Are you saying that she's been flat ironing her hair to her shoulders, in which she'd be using a scarf? Maybe locs or braids that she did on her own, where she could use a bonnet? I assume not an afro bc you said it's covering her face? Could you clarify?