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peterxwade24 · 4 years ago

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Safety Found in Red Sleeves

Who’s ready for chapter 1?!?! Woot Woot!

For this chapter, which is only 2008 words, I’ve decided to do multiple points of view (which is indicated by -*-*-*), and go between Paris and Gotham. I hope everyone enjoys this thrilling installment in Safety Found in Red Sleeves.

Chapter 1

Thana, because she would almost always refer to herself as Thana because that is the name her mother gave her and the name her brother knew to be her’s, looked around the overly pink bedroom her new parents had furnished for her. She knew her new parents had always wanted a little girl of their own, a little girl who was of their own blood. Thana looked down at the pink dress in her hands, she was to attend a function with Chloé and her parents this evening and she was to dress up.

Thana looked at her reflection in the mirror, her hair was in a pixie cut with the tips dyed black. She frowned at her reflection, she didn’t look like Thana Todd anymore. She looked like Marinette Dupain-Cheng, with her hair fading back to her normal dark red hair and her face gaining weight in ways she hadn’t expected. Thana pressed her hand against the mirror, just to see if it was real or an illusion.

She turned around and shook her head. She took a calming breath and smiled to herself. “You can do this. Just, think about what Jay-Jay would say. He’d be so proud of you.” Thana nodded and started to change out of her everyday clothes into the pink dress. She needed to get ready faster.

Thana sat at the vanity in her room, pulling out the makeup her new mom had gotten her. She added light pink eyeshadow to her eyelids before putting shimmery white eyeshadow in the inner corners of her eyes. She applied a light amount of eyeliner before swiping mascara onto her lashes. She applied a light pink gloss to her lips and smiled. If Jay-Jay saw her, he’d say she looked pretty.

Thana got up and grabbed a small white clutch, into which she put her wallet and the light pink gloss, before looking in the mirror again. She glanced into her hair, where Plagg tended to hide. “Plagg? What do you think?”

Plagg poked his head out of her hair and looked over her outfit in the mirror. Plagg’s little face split open in a smile and he settled down in her hair again. “You look pawsitively purrfect kitten. Although, you can stand to use more of our colours.”

She giggled and nodded. “I know I could. Should I use the black clutch instead? With the emerald clasp?”

Plagg considered that before nodding. “With the matching shoes. And the emerald necklace and earrings.”

Thana smiled and glanced behind her at the cheese danishes. “Would you care for a cheese danish? I’m sure we’ll be able to find some of that rich people's cheese at the function.”

Plagg dashed out of her hair and went over to the plate of cheese danishes. “You’re the sweetest kitten.”

Thana giggled and placed her white clutch on the vanity table. “You just like getting carbs with your cheese.” Thana hurried to grab the right clutch and transferred her things from the white clutch to the black clutch. She slipped on her black shoes with emerald details, grabbed her emerald necklace and earrings, and put them on. “Okay Plagg.” Thana picked up her clutch and turned to him. “What do you think now?”

Plagg smiled. “Pawsitively purrfect kitten. You’ll be the Cinderella of the ball.”

Thana and Plagg laughed before Plagg finished his danish and flew back to her hair. “Let’s go. Chloé, Kim and Nino will be here soon.”

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Thana, the shortest of her friends, stood glumly in a corner as her eyes were focused on the screen on the opposite wall. She felt her mood darken further when the international news rolled along and displayed a story from Gotham.

“Yama Lingpa, reporting live from the Wayne conference.” Yama Lingpa was an attractive woman of Tibetan descent, with long brown hair and deep brown eyes. “Mr. Wayne is addressing the world today regarding his sons.”

Bruce Wayne became the focus of the camera, despite the four black haired boys behind him, with an easy smile on his face. “First of all, I’d like to thank you all for being here today. Second of all, I’d like to take a moment to acknowledge and remember all of the parents who don’t get their children back.” Bruce bowed his head in silence, an action quickly followed by the rest of the people in attendance. “Finally, I’d like to introduce you all to my sons. One of them you’ve all probably heard of before, as we believed we’d buried him some years ago.” Bruce cleared his throat before motioning for two of his sons to step forward. Bruce pointed to the younger of the two, who bore a striking resemblance to him. “This is my son Damian, who was conceived through less than ideal means. He’s the only one who’s actually biologically my son but that does not mean I love the rest of my sons any less.” Bruce pointed to his other son, older but not the oldest, who’s blue eyes kept Thana’s eyes affixed to the screen. “My second son, Jason Peter Todd, has returned. He’s the one who brought Damian to me, after being kidnapped by Damian’s mother.”

Thana could no longer focus, a gasp escaping her, as she gazed at her brother for the first time since she’d been forced out of Gotham.

“I know. Isn’t he dreamy?” An older girl asked from beside Thana. “I would climb on top of him and ride him like the prize stallion.”

Chloé appeared out of nowhere and cleared her throat. “You do know that’s her brother, right? And no girl wants to hear that another girl wants to ride their brother.” Chloé seemed to process her words for a moment before turning to Thana. “Your brother? But,” she shook herself before placing a hand on Thana’s shoulder. “I’ll go get the others. We’ll go back to mine and talk. Collect some snacks.”

Thana walked over to the buffet-style table loaded with various foods, grabbed a variety of different foil containers, and filled them with the snacks each person would enjoy. She did everything as though on autopilot, barely noticing when Chloé returned until Nino took the containers from her, and Kim, with his red suit jacket, pulled her against his chest. Behind Thana’s friends stood Chloé’s oldest friend, Adrien, and Alix Kubdel.

The six teens walked out of the hall, hushed whispers following them out.

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Jason let the smile slip from his face as soon as he joined Dick and Tim backstage. He turned away from Bruce and Damian, feeling the younger boy grab his left hand anyway. “What did you mean? You couldn’t possibly. Dickiebird, Replacement. Please tell me you’re kidding.”

Tim shrugged sheepishly before pulling out the polaroids. “It happened in broad daylight. I’m sorry, I was nine I didn’t know what to do.”

Dick frowned. “I wasn’t even in the city that day.” Dick looked at his little brothers and pulled them close. “I promise, we’ll track her down.”

Bruce frowned and narrowed his eyes at his oldest. “You will do no such thing. No son of mine will be running around with the child of a rogue.”

Jason pulled away from his brothers and raised an eyebrow at Bruce. “Alfred would call you a hypocrite. I’ll call you an ass. Pixie is my little sister and she will always come first.” Jason turned back to his brothers before gently pushing Damian towards Tim. "You're still living in the manor, right? Can you take him there for a while? There are some things I need to take care of before I can take him in."

Tim nodded before wrapping an arm around Damian.

Dick tugged Jason into his arms a final time before letting him go. “You’ll find her.”

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Jason frowned at the red haired man from his hiding place amongst the shadows.

“Where oh where has my little Alice gone? She was so sweet, so tiny, so much fun to play with.” Tetch’s voice would have sent shivers down a lesser man’s spine, but Jason would never forget the night he met Pixie.

Jason silently leapt down from his hiding place and pulled a gun on Tetch. He felt a sinister smile spread across his face and tilted his head in a rather Joker-esque manner. “Watcha doin’ Hatter?”

Tetch jolted before a crazed laugh poured from his lips. “Oh my little Alice’s white rabbit! So pleasant to see you. It really has been so long, hasn’t it? Since poor old Joker sunk his claws in you and ruined you.” A manic smile spread across his face and he mimicked Jason’s head tilt. “Oh but my poor sweet Alice’s white rabbit has grown up to be such a dick.”

Jason growled and moved his gun to put a round in Tetch’s arm. “Back to Arkham with you. And tell Joker, he won’t get a second chance.” Jason hauled the bleeding man up and off they went.

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Jason had dropped Tetch off just inside the gates and set off the alarm before booking it in the opposite direction. He systematically checked the city, going over all of the known haunts for street kids before going over all of his haunts with Pixie. He just wanted to find something that would lead him to wherever his sister had been carted off to. He was sitting on the roof of a building when he felt a presence looming over him. “If B sent you, you can fuck off. If Joker sent you, I’ll break your kneecaps.”

The presence, who turned out to be The Riddler, sat beside Jason. “Neither of them sent me. Neither of them would send me. I’m a free agent. However, we have something in common. Our affection for Hatter’s girl.”

Jason turned to look at the rogue. “Hatter’s girl?”

Ed smiled and pulled out a worn photo from his wallet. He held the photo so that Jason could see it and smiled. “She saw me. The real me.”

Jason glanced at the rogue with a newfound affection and smiled. “She was funny like that.”

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Jason smiled as he looked around his new apartment. He had rented an apartment with three bedrooms, on the off chance he would find his sister again and one of his brothers stayed over because Damian, his little nugget, refused to sleep alone.

Jason straightened his shoulders before straightening his clothing in his closet. He was excited, today was the day his little nugget was coming home. He walked from his bedroom to the kitchen and wiped down the counters again.

A knock sounded on his door before his excited nine-year-old babbled something in Arabic before just opening the door.

“Little Nugget!” Jason smiled and crouched to accept the nine year old into his arms before standing up and adjusting his little nugget onto his hip. “Replacement.” He cleared his throat before looking over at his older brother. “Dickiebird.”

Tim smiled and shrugged. “Do you mind if I crash here for a while?”

Jason smiled. “Mi casa es su casa.” He smiled as his excited nine-year-old babbled at him. “Ya hayati, I’m going to put you down now. Okay? You can either stay here or go find our room.”

Damian ran off to go find their room with excited laughter falling from his lips.

Jason turned back to his brothers and schooled his features. “Before you say anything, I’ve been the only one to show that boy any affection since he was born. Also, he sleeps better if he’s laying down with someone.”

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The four brothers sat on the roof of the apartment building, Damian on Jason’s lap and Tim leaning against Dick’s side.

“Thank you for being here for me. I appreciate your support.” Jason smiled at his brothers and the four just watched the sky for a while before going back into Jason’s apartment. He would always search for his little sister, but until he found her he was grateful that he had his brothers to help watch his back.

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Questions? Wondering why Damian is so, not normal Damian? Let’s keep in mind he was six when Jason joined them and it’s been three years.

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averyxchopra-archive · 4 years ago

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AVERY CHOPRA’S APPEARANCE

STYLE

Avery’s style would be something considered bohemian and comfortable that’s all put-together. She wears a lot of bold colours (typically rainbow and jewel tones with a gold accent; basically Jasmine’s colour scheme in Aladdin) and patterns. Being tall, she typically doesn’t wear shoes with a heel any higher than four inches; She use to have to wear ridiculously high heels back when she was a stripper, so she’s grown a distaste to wearing shoes any higher than four inches. Being of Indian descent, Avery sometimes incorporates Desi fashion into her everyday wear occasionally. She’s very proud of her heritage and loves being able to show her pride. When it comes to important meetings, she tones down slightly by wearing pantsuits. Well, slightly. She loves wearing pantsuits that still reflect her style, such as the blue pantsuit Naomi wore during the Aladdin premiere tour (just, with different shoes) or maybe even something like the lavender suit Tyler Posey wore for the Now Apocalypse premiere (I am obsessed with this suit and it would look perfect on Avery lmao). The days where she stays home though, she typically would be wearing a pair of yoga pants and a comfy shirt (and she may or may not sometimes steal one of her spouse’s shirts or hoodies to feel closer to them and to be able to smell their scent, oops) along with some socks. She never wears her shoes in the household, it is law. Slippers are on thin ice but she typically goes barefoot or socks, especially when it’s super cold outside. She’s all about remaining comfortable, especially when she’s at home.

HAIR

Avery has soft black hair that are in ringlets that would be considered 2B hair, it’s very thick and reaches to the small of her back. She typically wears it down completely or has it in a half-up/half-down hairdo. She typically only puts it up in a pony or a bun when she’s working or attempting to cook or is working out. She doesn’t really do much with her hair, just lets her natural curls be, but she does use hot tools occasionally for special occasions or if she needs to look presentable. She use to have to use hot tools a lot when she was a performer, so she’s trying to regrow her hair and get rid of the damage that was done. She’s never once dyed her hair, but she has cut it once before. She hates having short hair and promises herself never again. She is currently using Fable & Mane’s Ritual Collection for her hair, along with OGX’s Moroccan Argan Oil and Camel Glow’s Hair Serum. If she were to be styling her hair, then she uses OGX’s Moroccan Argan Oil hairspray and Mielle Organics Mongongo Oil Thermal & Heat Protectant Spray.

MAKE-UP

A lot like her hair, Avery keeps her make-up look very simple. A light BB cream, some mascara and kohl eyeliner, light gold eyeshadow, and a glossy lip is her typical go-to whenever she decides to wear make-up; Otherwise, she typically goes most days without wearing makeup. If she were to experiment with make-up looks, then she’ll save that for a special occasion.

SCENT

Avery loves the brand Bath & Body Works. Her favourite collection from them right now is Sunset Glow, which scent consists of coconut, cherry, moonflower, and caramelized vanilla. As for her hair, ashwagandha, dashmool, tiger herb, coconut, and argan oil is what it typically smells like.

TATTOOS & PIERCINGS

Avery has three-ish tattoos: Mars’s initials (MWS) in Max’s handwriting on her right wrist; Kaleidoscope on the back of her neck in the book cover’s font; and a peacock tattoo that’s being placed on her left hip and thigh. She’s currently working with Cole on it and it’s not finished yet; The outline has been done but the additional details and colouring is still being worked on. She has the typical ear piercings and also a helix piercing on her left side. Avery also has a belly button piercing; It nearly closed during her pregnancy with Mars, but she pierced it again a short while after her pregnancy and had recovered from it.

HER WEDDING RING

Seen in her task edit, Avery’s wedding ring is 10.0 x 8.0mm oval-shaped saffron diamond crafted in a warm 10K gold band adorned with petite 1/20 ct. t.w. white diamonds and beaded detailing that frame the center stone and adorn the buckle-style shank. She loves her wedding ring very much and tries to keep it protected as often as possible.

#( headcanons. )

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mollymauk-teafleak · 4 years ago

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what more can I say?

There is a minor mystery for Juno to solve- why is Rita acting so strangely?

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Juno had known Rita for a very long time, he knew her better than just about anyone. So, quite some time ago, he had stopped trying to understand a lot of her decisions. There were some things that could only be chalked up as pure Rita-isms.

Something he hadn’t realised until recently, or at least hadn’t allowed himself to realise, was that following her crazy straw streams of non-logic would usually lead to a lot more fun than scowling or snapping at her would. He still felt a hot pinching sensation in the pit of his stomach when he thought about things he’d said to her in the past.

So for that and other reasons, when she came to him after their weekly family dinner, dragged his plate out from under his fork and told him they were gonna go to his room and get him dressed up nice, he didn’t immediately tell her to go to hell.

Instead he gestured with his fork at the plate, still with a good few mouthfuls of the moussaka he’d spent all afternoon making, and said, “I’m not done with that…”

“You can eat later, Mistah Steel,” Rita said immediately, stepping on the end of his sentence like he’d barely even spoken, “C’mon, let’s go to your room, let’s hang out! Like the old days, right?”

Juno narrowed his eye, not bothering to point out that they hadn’t hung out really in the old days, he’d been a sour asshole of a cliff face and she had been an undeservingly relentless tide of friendship crashing against him.

“Why exactly would I go get dressed up?” he put audible air quotes around the phrase, “We’re floating in the middle of deep space and will remain that way for the next three weeks.”

Rita’s eyes darted left and right before her grin increased another factor of ten, “I just think it’ll be fun! Who needs a reason, right?”

“Certainly not you…” Juno admitted, looking around at the kitchen.

Was it him or had the table cleared eerily quickly? Normally the crew lazed around, enjoying knowing their work for the day was done and the evening was entirely their own. He was used to Buddy lighting up the one cigarette she allowed herself per day, filling the air with a rich smell like burning flowers; he was used to Jet closing his eyes, folding his arms and leaning back in his chair, no one ever quite sure if he was asleep. He was used to doing the dishes with Rita, flicking bubbles at each other until Buddy calmly and fondly told them to quit before they turned the floor of her kitchen into a swamp. He was used to his boyfriend pulling him to rest against his shoulder and wrapping curls of his hair around his fingers, gradually getting more intimate and caring less about who was watching until Vespa would pretend to retch and tell them to get a room.

But it seemed like everyone had somewhere to be tonight, including his boyfriend. Nureyev was nowhere to be seen, which was passing strange. Juno had suggested they watch a movie together about now and he had seemed to agree but now he’d disappeared. Not completely unusual for Nureyev, obviously, but Juno somehow felt a little stood up, like a date left lingering at the bar.

“Fine, fine,” Juno sighed, “Whatever. Still don’t see what’s wrong with what I’m wearing…”

Rita looked down at his homemade tie dye shirt, the pyjama pants with the slack elastic, bright purple and patterned in cartoon bats that he’d been wearing since one not even memorable Halloween decades ago, the bed socks that didn’t match. She didn’t say anything which, for Rita, spoke volumes.

Juno pushed back his chair, rolling his eyes and walking towards his room. Behind him, Rita squealed and clapped her hands in delight before hurrying after him.

Nureyev wasn’t in there either, as Juno had been hoping. Not that they ever really hung out in his room, given that it was a tip and all the disorganisation gave Nureyev a headache. Juno thought that was kind of hypocritical, he’d seen the inside of that man’s pockets.

But he did have to admit, it was looking more and more like a teenager’s room as the days went by. It didn’t help that he hadn’t slept in here since he and Nureyev had gotten back together and now basically used it to store all the things he didn’t regularly need. The important stuff like his everyday clothes, his current book and his guitar were in Nureyev’s much tidier bunk. This was where he threw things he knew he wouldn’t need to put his hands on at a moment’s notice.

Like his wardrobe of nice clothes and fancy dresses, which Rita currently had the whole upper half of her body sunk into like she was going to end up face first in Narnia, spitting out snow.

“You got a lot of real cute outfits in here, Boss…” she called back, her voice muffled by netting and satin.

“Not your boss,” Juno yawned, flopping back onto the bed, sending a sheaf of files on jobs completed months ago tumbling onto the floor, “They’re mostly stuff for heists and the one date night a month me and Ransom get when we’re not stuck in the outer space ass crack of the middle of nowhere.”

“Nothing from the old days?” Rita hummed, reappearing briefly with a necklace wrapped around one of her space buns before plunging back in.

“You think anything from then is still gonna fit over my thighs?” Juno arched an incredulous eyebrow, “Nah, that all got left behind when we split from Mars. Besides...I dunno, I guess it wasn’t really my style anymore.”

Rita reappeared, looking like some kind of burrowing animal who’d made her nest in fabrics, “Oh I know, Mistah Steel. Cos you were kinda depressed back then, huh?”

Juno had to laugh wryly, “Yeah, I guess so. Or at least...I dunno. I was different, that’s for sure.”

Rita grinned and disappeared back into the wardrobe, “Now you got Misah Ransom. And you’re in love and happy.”

Juno felt himself blush and he suddenly became very interested in his fingernails, “I mean...I guess…”

“How about this one?” Rita burst out, holding a dress that was floor length and blue, glittering gently in the light.

Juno remembered it as soon as he saw it, it had been from a job at a Venusian casino. He’d spent the whole night with one hand idly stroking the skirts as they’d lain across his lap, he’d enjoyed the feel of it that much. As soon as he’d been presented with it, he’d thought of it as a slice of the night sky taken down and woven into a garment. He’d felt a little like a constellation come to life, he’d felt actually kind of pretty.

And, after they were back on the ship, Nureyev had disappeared under those skirts and made him feel beautiful.

Juno shook his head, “I still don’t see why we’re doing this but sure. That one works. There’s shoes to go with it somewhere in there.”

Rita found the shoes and a necklace and earring set that hadn’t been part of the original ensemble but matched very well. They were gold and gossamer thin, like the product of some jewelled spider, and they were studded part way along by miniscule stars. They looped and hung subtly, like Nureyev’s own earrings that he’d always admired.

“Aren’t you getting dressed up?” he tilted his head to fix the earring on better, looking in the small wall mirror that had come with the room, “I thought we were hanging out? I’m gonna feel like an ass looking like this on my own.”

He could see her reflection in the background of the mirror, she was checking her comms. Just as she’d done six times since they came in.

“Oh you won’t be the only one, Boss,” she said quickly, “I’ll get my gladrags on in a little bit.”

“Not your boss,” Juno sighed, “And fine, whatever. Though this is feeling more like a prank by the second.

“Not a prank,” Rita replied primly, “Just think it’ll make you feel nice. Does a lady good to beautify themselves every so often, y’know?”

Juno shared an exasperated look with his mirror self but he pulled out his old make up bag all the same. It was a mess, smeared on the inside with smudges of colour like a parrot had exploded inside it, and it’s chaos reminded him why he used Nureyev’s much more extensive supply instead.

Still, it was sort of fun, picking out shades that looked nice, playing with colour and shape. Nureyev always applied his make up too, doing it with one eye wasn’t impossible but it was harder. And he loved having his boyfriend so close, being the sole focus of every scrap of his attention. It made him squirm in a good way and often led to things that meant they had to redo the make up anyway.

But there was something fun about doing it himself too. It reminded him of being a teenager, one of the few fragments of that age that made him feel good, trying out the lipstick and mascara he’d shoplifted and suddenly feeling happy with his face in a way he never had, eventually finding words that could give him the same feeling. It didn’t have to look good, it didn’t have to be perfect, it never had. It made him smile all the same.

“That’s looking real pretty, Mistah Steel,” Rita popped up again, beaming like a proud older sister seeing her brother off to prom.

“It’s lopsided,” Juno grunted, focused on his eyeliner, “...but thanks.”

“You’re always looking real pretty,” Rita continued, her voice softening, “Does me good to see a smile on your face every day, Mistah Steel, it really does. You’ve always deserved someone like him, you know, someone who makes you smile and treats you right. I’m glad you found him and you worked out all the sticky bits and now you kiss and stuff…”

Juno turned to give her a look, “What’s with the misty eyes, Rita?”

“No reason!” she jumped, like she’d realised she was sliding down into something and busied herself looking at her comms again, her face a little tense like she was concentrating.

Juno watched her for a long minute, feeling the detective part of his brain stir. She was up to something, he could have seen that with his one eye closed. It was what she was up to exactly that he needed to find out.

“Say!” she bounced up to his side, taking his arm, “Why don’t we go up on the observation deck? Take a little walk? Maybe we can...oh! That’s it, we can take some pictures! Nice pretty pictures!”

Juno was too intrigued to argue, wanting to see where this was all going, “Why the hell not, huh? Me looking like a debutante and you still in your pyjamas. Why the hell not…”

Rita did blush, her eyes sliding down to the floor. But then she seemed to gather herself, the way he’d seen her do on so many late nights at the HCPD, so many cases that had seemed impossible, so many things he hadn’t thought they’d survive.

“Well what are we waiting for?” she grinned, tugging him up onto the kitten heels she’d found, “Let’s go see some stars!”

Again, the Carte Blanche seemed oddly silent. Juno could never forget that he lived with five other people, there would always be someone playing music or voices echoing down the halls as someone had a conversation. Jet hammering away or cursing as solder dripped on his fingers, Rita shrieking at some jumpscare in her show accompanied by the patter of popcorn hitting her bed, Buddy singing to herself as she brushed her hair out before bed, Vespa working late in the infirmary, knives and scalpels clattering out a sharp edged song as she sorted through them.

And Nureyev, always his Nureyev, humming to himself as he brushed out his hair, singing in the shower, stealing Juno’s book and laughing at the same bits he’d laughed at, talking away as he sewed. His voice, always part of Juno’s life, the constant reminder that he was there and close and Juno’s.

But it was like he and Rita were the only ones on the ship, in the universe even. There was only the click of his own heels and the gentle jangle of his jewellery, along with Rita’s heavy breathing which seemed to be getting more and more as they went along.

She was keeping something from him. Not something she did often but he could see she was practically bursting at the seams, about to explode in a fountain of confetti and probably an ear splitting scream. He was suppressing the urge to take a step back from her, just in case.

The Carte Blanche’s observation deck was right at the top, in the outermost of the ship’s bulged exterior. It required the climbing of a lot of stairs and a ladder, worming through the ship’s tightest spots, not exactly easy in heels and a long, swishing skirt. Harder even, seeing as Rita insisted on never letting go of his hand as she led him for some reason, her fingers warm in his own and trembling with the excitement she was trying to pretend wasn’t there.

If asked later, Juno would say it was because he hadn’t actually been a detective in years, it was no wonder his skills were a little rusty. That would be his excuse for why he didn’t realise what was happening until they reached the bottom of the last ladder and he heard the music drifting down.

It took him a moment to place it but once he did, he was there so completely it was like he’d slipped and ended up in another time. He was in a ballroom with towering ceilings and walls lined with impossibly expensive treasures. His dress wasn’t blue but gold and his heels were uncomfortably tall and Nureyev was beside him, slowly opening up to him over the course of an evening, ready to hear what he was saying. It wasn’t the high energy song they’d danced to, but the quiet, gentle song that had been playing as they’d ran as fast as they could back out into the night, laughter rising in their chest like champagne bubbles, a piece of a legend hidden under Juno’s skirts and his fingers wound through Nureyev’s.

Back in the moment, realigned in the here and now, Juno froze, a soft gasp escaping him.

Rita stopped, one of her feet on the rung of the ladder, turning back to him and seeing in a second what he’d realised.

“Oh no,” she moaned, her face falling into despair, “I told Mistah Ransom I’d keep it secret, I’m sorry, I knew I’d ruin it…’

Juno shook his head, squeezing her hand, “No, you’ve not ruined anything, Rita. He won’t be mad and neither am I.”

Rita looked at him doubtfully from behind her rhinestone encrusted glasses. He remembered the slow day they’d sat cross legged on his dusty office carpet and glued all of those little things on there. He’d found the bastards in the pockets of his coat for months afterwards.

“Are you sure, Boss? Cos you look kinda...pale? Like that ashy, not so good colour...”

Juno chuckled roughly, “It’s just a big deal, y’know? Everything kind of changes from this point. And I’m not your boss.”

Rita scuffed the toe of her sandal against the floor, “Maybe not as much as you think though? You’ll still have your thief and we’ll still live on this awesome ship like super cool space pirates. You’ll just get to call him something different!”

Juno considered that, feeling like he wanted to grin so hard his jaw would ache, his heart hammering against his ribs like it wanted out, “I do…”

“And...well,” Rita flashed her ten kilowatt smile, “If you wanna go steal Mistah Jet’s car and go drive off to Pluto together? We can do that right now. I got your back, Mistah Steel.”

Juno cackled, “Thanks, Rita. Maybe one day but for now...I think I’m gonna go in there.”

Rita nodded, making her space buns bounce, kissing his cheek lightly before starting back down the way they had come, “Sounds like a good idea to me. I’ll talk to ya later, Boss.”

“I’m not your boss!” Juno called after her, only realising when their voices were echoing together off the chrome walls that she’d mimicked him perfectly.

Juno chuckled to himself and faced the last ladder again, taking a deep breath. Another fragment of another time tried to press in, wanting to overlay itself across this moment, wanting to drag his thoughts in another direction. But Juno swept it away firmly. He would enjoy this. He would look back on this and feel nothing but joy.

Still smiling, he climbed, stepping up into the music.

Nureyev always paced when he was nervous. He was just so rarely nervous that many people didn’t notice.

But he was pacing now, rapidly walking the length of the observation deck, checking his comms over and over, watching the little digital numbers tick higher and higher.

Juno was supposed to be here two minutes and twenty seconds ago. That was what he had agreed with Rita, having to sit her down, hold her head and speak very slowly to make sure she was actually listening. It was all as meticulously planned as any heist the Aurinko crime family had ever pulled off, maybe even more so because this was his plan. He’d constructed this, down to the second, and he’d selected his partner carefully. He had a lot of faith in the little hacker, at least in how much she wanted Juno to be happy. He’d laid it all out for her at a table in the nicest restaurant he could find during their last stop planetside, he’d run her through every step and sub-step, every contingency plan. After she’d cried happy tears into her wine for an hour.

But now, right at the most important moment, it was falling apart. He was in position, with the music playing and the candles flickering like some of the stars outside had come loose and settled on every available surface. He was dressed impeccably, in the outfit it had taken him two weeks to decide on. It was part way between Duke Rose and Rex Glass, sleek and sophisticated but softer than he would dress for a job. He didn’t want armour for this, he wanted to be vulnerable. He wanted to wear things that would remind Juno of everywhere they’d been and every step that had brought them here. He even had sunglasses perched on his head as something of a joke.

He was as ready as he was ever going to be, sweating under his silk and mouth dry as a bone behind his perfectly lipsticked smile. But he had no Juno.

A million rationally unlikely but impossible to shake off theories vied for his attention. Nureyev knew they’d talked about this at length, he knew Juno’s past, he knew how he’d been hurt. He had been completely ready to accept that this was never something he’d want.

But he had also believed him when he’d taken his hands, a hundred nights ago now, and said this was okay. That one day, at some shining point in their future, Nureyev could ask and he would answer.

Nureyev knew that. He told himself that over and over but the possibility that Juno might have bolted was lurking in the back of his mind now, a shadow on a wall that kept catching on the corner of his eye. Maybe he’d been wrong this whole time, maybe he’d heard only what he wanted to hear. Maybe he’d dreamed the whole damn thing and was about to wake up alone in a hotel room in Hyperion City.

Four minutes now. Nureyev pressed his fingertips to his temples and willed himself to calm down. There was no time to spiral, he had to keep his feet on the ground. Losing his head had never done him any good, only telling himself he was in control until he willed it so had ever worked. If he told himself all was well then it would be, even if Juno never turned up, if he never turned up…

“Nureyev?”

His voice was soft but Nureyev would have picked it out from thousands. His heart was in his throat as he turned, a soft breath leaving him as he saw the lady life had rewarded him with, in spite of everything he’d done.

Juno looked beautiful, wearing his blue, star studded dress, a number Nureyev wasn’t likely to forget after how the night had ended the last time he’d worn it. His face was done up but it was everything underneath that made Nureyev stop, the scars and the badly healed breaks and the lines. Everything that reminded him it wasn’t a goddess he was looking at, it was something so much better. A human person, broken and tired as he was, who by some miracle loved him as much as he loved them.

You couldn’t spend the rest of your life with a goddess, after all.

It only took a second before Nureyev realised what that coy, lopsided smile meant. He knew. And a heartbeat later they were both laughing.

“I’m sorry,” Juno managed to get out in between his wheezing laughs, bracing on his knees, “I’m so sorry, go ahead, pretend this didn’t happen. Do your thing.”

Nureyev had his arms wrapped around himself, like he needed to physically hold it together, giggling madly, “Nothing ever goes right for us, does it?”

“No,” Juno admitted, finally straightening and wiping at his eye, “But I like that. We’re consistent if nothing else. But seriously, pretend I’m not a complete idiot, go ahead.”

“You’re not,” Nureyev smiled crookedly, taking a deep breath and brushing down the front of his suit, though it was as spotless as ever, clearing his throat before asking, “May I have this dance, Mr Steel?”

Juno smiled bright as a sun and held out his hand, “Thought you’d never ask.”

Nureyev had been trained in every kind of formal dance found on any solar planet, he knew every step, every combination, and he could move through them with grace and poise, every limb extending perfectly like he was underwater. Juno clearly had a scant fraction of that knowledge but what made the difference was he danced like he enjoyed it. He didn’t dance to perform, he didn’t dance for other people’s eyes. Clearly, he danced because it made him smile. And the smile he gave Nureyev as they danced across the observation deck, silhouetted before a galaxy, was beautiful enough to hurt.

It felt for a moment like they were dancing through the last decade. As the pink light from the cluster of gas and stars shifted, Juno’s face changed and Nureyev saw all the versions of his love that he’d known. He saw a scared and bitter detective who’d wanted him to save him but wouldn’t let it happen. He saw the man who’d fully intended to die for him. He saw the man who had held him and promised him his heart, only to snatch it away at the last moment so he wouldn’t see how cracked and scarred it was. He saw the man who’d bared everything to him after knocking on his door, with mascara smudges in the corner of his eyes, and made Nureyev want to stay for the first time in his life.

Nureyev couldn’t bear it any more. He stopped, dipping Juno carefully in his arms, pressing a feather light kiss to his lips so he didn’t overbalance them. Juno was laughing again as he righted them, knowing what was coming, tears already beading on his eyelashes.

Smiling softly, the thief sank to one knee and produced the ring he definitely hadn’t stolen, seemingly from thin air but actually from his pocket.

“Juno Steel,” he murmured, not seeing the point of flowery language, not right now, “I love you more than I have ever loved anyone in the whole Universe. Will you marry me?”

It was an old ring, something he’d picked up at an antique shop the last time they had been on Earth, the only planet old enough to actually have antiques. It was simple, winding silver arms holding a small diamond, nondescript so he would never have to take it off no matter what job they were on. It had a deep sense of history to it, a piece of living proof that everything difficult in their lives, everything that had hurt them, couldn’t take away the future they had in front of them. Things kept moving forward, they always had.

Juno gave a little sob when he saw it, the kind that was kind of a laugh too. He held out his hand, nodding hard, “Yes. Yes, Peter Nureyev, I will marry you.”

Before the ring was even fully on his finger, he was crashing down onto his knees to kiss him, throwing his arms around Nureyev’s shoulders. They were laughing again because how could either of them have imagined it would end like this?

“I love you,” Juno gasped, kissing him hard in between bright bursts of laughter, “I love you, I love you, god damnit, I love you…”

“Fool,” Nureyev breathed, smiling, tears running down his face and not caring, “And I love you too.”

They wouldn’t be able to do it officially of course, Nureyev didn’t really exist and they were all living outside of the law and very much wanted by several different authorities. It would be something more performative, Buddy as their captain performing the rights in something of a space age matelotage, just their little family to witness it. But it would mean everything to them.

And Juno knew exactly who his maid of honour was going to be.

#jupeter #tpp #the penumbra podcast #juno steel #peter nureyev #tpp juno #tpp nureyev #tpp rita #rita #junoverse #juniverse #proposal #just some wholesome gayness tonight #and some good good Juno and Rita friendship

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quiero-comer-curanto · 4 years ago

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Uma Thurman Cosmetic Surgery

When Uma Thurman turned up to the best of her new program, 'The Slap' in 2015, she looked ... absolutely nothing like Uma Thurman. Some chalked it approximately simply "aging." Uma is currently 44 years old but has remained in the spotlight since her breakout duty, age 18, in 1998's 'Dangerous Liaisons'-- as well as even before that had designed for Prestige as well as British Style. She's not going to look precisely the same over a 30-year professional span. Click to visit website about before and after cosmetic surgery!

Others associated her makeover to the makeup artist, which went more significant than a little off-brand for Uma with red lips, bold eyebrows, and a full lack of mascara and eyeliner.

Me? I state it coincides with old cosmetic interventions that we see celebs going with over and over again. (However, the good news is short-term!).

Allow's check out Uma's charm advancement ...

The year 1990

Now, this is a '90s look I can entirely support. Uma was twenty years old right here. Notification the swooshy style of her hair-- which has that ashy non-colour I so wish for. She was such a natural elegance.

The year 1995

By 1995, her hair was blonder, and also, her design had a little bit much more gloss: glam waves, lashings of taupe eye shadow, and the original marsala lipstick. None of this would certainly keep an eye out of location today, twenty years later (well, besides the outfit ...). I do think she has a somewhat narrower nose today than she did here.

The year 1998

In 1998, Uma sold the blonde for red. The brand-new hair color was temporary-- just for her function in 'The Avengers'-- yet I believe she pulled it off well. She was 28 in this photo.

The year 2004

In this one, she was 34 years of age and back to the au naturel look that fits her ideal. I like her hair color below (blonde, however, not also blonde), the reversed design, and even the tone-on-tone makeup. She looks SO effortlessly hot.

The year 2006

2 years later on as well as she went dramatically lighter with her blonde. It's okay... but I enjoy the darker, subtler color best. At 36 below, she is beautifully beautiful-- as well as I think, still intervention-free. Keep in mind exactly how among Uma's eyes is naturally smaller sized than the various other.

The year 2007

In the list below year, Uma was still working the blonde Boho point. She looks terrific here, as well. Notification that she's not using much makeup whatsoever-- there is hardly any eye definition, only healthy skin, flush and a slick of lip gloss. If you look at her nose, it seems more improved currently than in the early days.

The year 2011

She went a bit more remarkable for this premiere-- however, she still appears like Uma, you know? (And a charming 41-year-old at that.) Her hair is slightly darker/warmer, and she's done a soft, great smoky eye with flushed cheeks and glowing lips. I assume she possibly did Botox by this point (notification the smoothness in between the brows and also on the temple), however very little more than that. Appreciate it, because ...

The year 2013

By 2013, it becomes clear that Uma's face is a-changing. Her cheeks were never her most noticeable feature; however, they sure are currently! I can't legally put my finger on who she advises me off right here-- perhaps it's merely a compound of all the women I have seen who handle this masculinized look after obtaining way too much filler. Speak about Restylane gone too far ...

The year 2014

Luckily, the injections either "cleared up" or rather liquified by the time of this 2014 photo. Yes, her cheeks are still pumped up, yet aren't as prominent-- and with the all-natural hair and very little makeup, she looks a lot more like herself. I think there is some lip activity going on and still the Botox around the brows. Well, fair sufficient.

The year 2015

This has got to be among one of the most stunning changes I've seen. That is this, and where has she taken Uma Thurman ?! The makeup artist, Troy Surratt, explained it as "simple and easy Parisienne stylish" that us plain private citizens are also out of the loop to recognize. "Honestly, I'm fairly amazed by the discussion," he says. "By now, I would certainly have thought that we were all available to and educated of the role that makeup plays worldwide of style as well as especially celeb, as a medium for imaginative self-expression. I assume that ladies should really feel open and also free to try out different appeal looks-- it's only makeup, at the end of the day, all of it washes off. I wanted to provide Uma a statement lip balanced by a more feathery eyebrow. Uma and also I went over creating a look that was much more editorial with soft natural lashes. As a makeup artist, I've grown a bit sick of all of the lash-y looks as well as fake eyelashes that we have been seeing on the red carpet for time now.".

Puh-leeze! I wouldn't say I like false lashes, and also, I'm all for makeup creativity. But makeup isn't THIS PARTICULAR transformative, and going without mascara at age 44 doesn't imply you unexpectedly begin resembling a Sphinx pet cat. (That stated, I do believe Troy took too many dangers below. It's possibly not an excellent concept to offer your customer strong eyebrows, vibrant lips, bronzer as well as bare eyes all at once when her everyday makeup involves none of those things.).

The year 2016

FAR BETTER! I'm so eased to see Uma's cheeks back to a normal dimension. Her makeup is pretty, simple, and lovely: berry lips and smudgy charcoal around the eyes. What an alleviation!

Verdict.

I ask yourself if the cray makeup look of 2015 was willful, created to distract us from the other things taking place-- intervention-like points, which in this case would undoubtedly be fillers to the max, Botox, chemical peels, and possibly an eyelid lift.

According to cosmetic surgeon Mark Norfolk: "I would state that she's most likely had a recent training course of solid chemical peels as well as some dermal filler injected into the cheeks and also nasolabial area; which is all contributing to this swollen-looking surface, as it can have this result immediately after undertaking these treatments. Things that strikes me most is that her eye area looks different. It looks as though she's had a current reduced blepharoplasty treatment, additionally known as eye bag elimination. She isn't wearing any kind of eyeliner or mascara, probably to avoid infection from the new surgical procedure.".

I do not find out about the eyes-- as I claimed, one always was smaller than the various others-- however, I can most definitely see the filler. To me, that alone can make an individual look odd. Remember Megan Fox circa 2010?

Then there is the matter of this blind product, which sure does sound like it's about Uma. Allow this to be a cautionary tale! If you're going to do cosmetic treatments, do them gradually (and also merely something at once), go easy on the filler, as well as don't allow a makeup artist to encourage you to trade in your signature search for a substantially various one.

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raccoon-wizard · 5 years ago

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Proud & Safe

Whoever you are and whoever you love, know that you deserve happiness and safety and love much like the other person does. Love and peace to all human beings <3

Prompt: imagine Loki feeling female one day and shape shifting accordingly. Someone makes a mention of how you, his girlfriend, would react to her "current state", eventually leading her to feel a little insecure about whether or not you'll accept this side of her.

From @imagine-loki :)

DISCLAIMER: I am not genderfluid myself, so it is possible that my depiction is not entirely correct. If you happen to see some inaccuracies, please let me know and I shall correct them.

Characters: Loki, the Avengers, you

Type: Fluff

Warnings: Language and sexual implications.

Notes: I am well aware that Pride Month is almost over, but ours isn’t until August, which I have no idea why. Anyway. Whoever you are and whoever you love, know that you deserve happiness and safety and love much like the other person does. Love and peace to all human beings <3

When Loki woke up that morning, he wasn’t feeling… well, he. That day, Loki’s mind saw the world as a woman. Making sure to make the body’s appearance match the mindset, she shapeshifted accordingly. Looking at her entire figure in the mirror, she realised she didn’t own any women’s clothes, and the men’s ones just didn’t fit her. She rummaged through her closet and found a dress that Y/N must have left behind. She sighed and put it on, noticing that it actually fit her quite well, though it was a little shorter than it was probably meant to be. Smiling to herself, she left the bedroom and headed to the kitchen to make herself her everyday cup of tea.

As she was stirring sugar into her beverage, she heard footsteps near her.

“Damn, did Steve finally get laid?” Tony’s voice asked her. She turned around rapidly, murdering him with her glare. “Holy shit!” he gasped. “Reindeer Games?”

“Good morning to you too, Anthony,” she greeted him, folding her arms on her chest. “You were saying?”

“I… I’m sorry,” he stuttered. “What’s… why are you…”

“I’m a woman today,” she shrugged.

“Oh… okay,” he mumbled and began preparing his own breakfast in silence. “Does Y/N know?” he wondered after a few minutes.

“I haven’t seen her yet,” she explained.

“You sure she won’t freak out?” he raised his eyebrows. “I mean, you haven’t been together that long, but… you know, this is a kind of thing that be… problematic.”

“Is it?” she stopped dead in her tracks. She didn’t even consider that. Among gods, her condition was rare, yes, but accepted as a pretty normal thing. After all, they were ancient magical beings. It never came to her mind that humans could be less accepting.

“Yeah, I mean…” Tony sighed. “It depends on the person really, but there’s many people who struggle because of this kind of thing. Ever heard of the Pride?”

Tony spent the morning explaining human’s relationship with gender and orientation. He showed her many clips of these Pride Parades, which seemed to be celebrating the rarities such as herself. But he also showed her what people did when they disagreed. When they saw differently gendered people as monsters, nature’s flaws, freaks. She nearly broke into tears when she read what some people were capable of. It made her wonder whether Y/N would be understanding enough, the fear eating her alive.

As if on cue, a group walked into the kitchen, consisting of her brother, Captain Rogers, James Barnes, Samuel Wilson, and Y/N. They all went for a run each morning, insisting that a group jog was much more fun than a solo one.

“Good morning, sister!” Thor greeted her before she could do anything. Hide under the table perhaps. The rest of the group froze, Y/N included. She stared at her, her mouth hanging open slightly, the shock in her eyes slowly changing into pure anger. Loki’s throat tightened and she turned away, staring into her cup.

“Why the fork does my dress look so much better on you than it ever has on me?” she asked.

She turned back, tears in her eyes, confused. “What?”

“You look absolutely amazing!” she exclaimed. “That’s my favourite dress, I thought no one could ever wear it better! Rude!”

“Maybe ‘cause his… her legs are kinda longer,” Sam suggested.

“Hey!” Y/N’s head whipped around. “That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about, asshole.”

Y/N’s words made Loki’s heart flutter and a smile creep up her face. She watched as Sam tried to defend himself, rambling hopelessly. She caught Y/N’s eye and smiled even wider. Y/N dismissed Sam and walked over to her, grinning.

“So, girlfriend,” Y/N whispered softly. “Were you ever going to tell me about this, or was I supposed to find out like this?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise that you Midgardians don’t… that it’s not considered normal here,” Loki tried to explain herself. “I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“Offend me?” Y/N frowned. “Why should it offend me?”

“I… Stark showed me some… videos of what people sometimes think about… people like me,” she stuttered. “And what they do.”

“Babe,” Y/N sighed and gently cupped Loki’s cheeks. “Yeah, there are people like that. And they suck. But me and the rest of this team, we would never, never, hurt you, do you hear me?” she asked gently, putting a strand of hair behind Loki’s ear. “Not in a million years. You’re safe with us. With me.”

A tear slipped down Loki’s cheek as she blinked. “And it wouldn’t… change what we are?”

“Of course not, darling,” Y/N smiled. “You think I was with you this whole time just for that dick?”

Loki chuckled, blush coming up her cheeks.

“That would be pretty shallow of me, wouldn’t it?” she continued. “I mean, it was a pretty impressive bonus, but…” Loki laughed out loud this time, the rest of the tears falling down. “You know, it wasn’t the point.”

There was now a genuine smile on Loki’s lips.

“That’s much better, isn’t it?” Y/N asked, leaning in to kiss her tenderly, noting how much softer her lips felt now.

The rest of the people were still in the kitchen as well, politely trying to ignore them, but failing for the most part. When the couple noticed their barely masked side glances, Y/N smirked.

“Darling, how about we get out of here and go shopping?” she suggested. “As much as I adore that dress on you, you need your own clothes.”

“That sounds like fun,” Loki nodded. Y/N grinned widely and grabbing Loki’s hand, they ran out of the kitchen towards Y/N’s room. “I need to take a shower first, I stink,” she explained and disappeared into the bathroom. Loki sat on Y/N’s bed and waited, listening to the sound of her singing from the shower and smiling. A massive weight was lifted off of her chest, her heart swelling with relief and happiness.

She looked around the room - she knew it well, she had spent many nights there before, just as many as Y/N had spent in her room, but through woman’s eyes, she saw it differently. She noticed a little desk with a big mirror and make up sprawled all over it.

“Y/N?” she called.

“Yes, babe?” Y/N responded after turning the water off.

“Would you mind if I borrowed your make up?” she asked shyly.

“No, not at all, help yourself,” Y/N said. “I’ll be out in a moment, I just need to dry my hair.”

“Thank you,” Loki smiled to herself and sat down in front of the mirror.

She soon found out that it was much more complicated than she had anticipated. Mascara seemed to want to go everywhere but her eyelashes, the colours didn’t suit her and she nearly stabbed her eye out with eyeliner. And not to mention the disaster that the lipstick caused.

“You’re hopeless, aren’t you?” she heard Y/N’s voice from behind her. Their eyes met in the mirror and she could see how hard she was trying to fight back a smirk.

“I… I’ve never tried using these before, I just thought I’d wing it,” she explained, looking down at her hands with smears of different colours.

“Would be much simpler if it were like that, wouldn’t it,” Y/N chuckled and pulled a chair next to her. “Here, let me,” she mumbled, grabbing a bottle of make up remover and a few cotton balls. She gently rubbed Loki’s failed attempt away before starting over.

“You’re a lot paler than me, that’s why the colours don’t quite fit,” she explained. “It’s not like you really need make up when your skin is that flawless anyway. We can get you your own if you’d like though.”

Loki didn’t say a word, worried that if she moved even in the slightest, she would ruin Y/N’s work. She felt her fingers grazing her skin and different brushes move around and enjoyed the sensations.

“Ta-da!” Y/N grinned. “What do you think?”

Loki opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror. It was definitely better than what she had attempted first - the mascara was where it belonged, the eyeliner was perfectly straight and the lipstick that Y/N had chosen fit her much better.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “I… I feel beautiful now.”

“You shouldn’t need make up for that, babe, you are gorgeous,” Y/N smiled, lightly pecking her lips, careful not to smear the lipstick. “Like seriously. You’re just… wow. That’s perfection right there.”

“Do you really think so?” Loki wondered.

“Of course, hot stuff,” she insisted. “You have everything a girl could want regarding looks. I’m not sure if I want to bang you or be you.”

Loki blushed for the second time that day. “Sh-shall we go then?” she stuttered.

“Sure,” Y/N nodded.

They went to the mall together, spending the entire day just wandering around, trying on clothes that they deemed nice. Y/N was swooning over Loki the whole time, which made her feel a lot better about the whole situation. The adoration in her eyes was something she was not used to.

They even went to a lingerie store, a place that she had never thought she would visit. They both got a few things for themselves, helping the other one pick the best looking ones.

"By the way," Y/N said from the changing room. "Do you prefer a different name in this form or is calling you Loki still fine?"

"No, Loki is fine," she replied while checking herself in the mirror.

"Great," Y/N grinned. "Didn't wanna be saying a wrong name tonight."

"Heaven's sake, Y/N," Loki rolled her eyes, but there was a playful smile on her lips.

"Oh, that sounds lovely," Y/N continued flirtatiously. "Remember that for me please. I want to put these pretty little things to use as soon as possible if that's okay with you."

"Absolutely, darling," Loki chuckled.

And truthfully, that night, Loki's name echoed from her bedroom walls, along with whispered profanities and Heaven's sake, Y/N.

A few months later, Loki, this time in his male form, took Y/N for a walk around the city. After all, it was a beautiful day; the sun was shining and there were only a few fluffy white clouds on the gorgeous blue sky. But it confused her significantly, seeing that he hated going out and he didn't really know the city. But whenever she tried to ask about it, he shushed her, smirking mischievously, which only made her curiosity rise.

"Come on, do you really think I'm buying the just a walk bullshit?" she tried again. "I'm not dumb. I mean, I am incredibly dumb, but not like this. What's going on, babe?"

"Well, we're almost there now, so I might as well tell you," he sighed in defeat.

"Almost where?" she frowned.

"Do you remember how Stark showed me what people did to people like me?" he asked.

"Of course I do," she nodded. "Oh! We're going to burn some asshole's house down, aren't we?"

"No, darling, although I would love to do that," he grinned. "No. But I decided that it's absolutely unacceptable. So I decided to help."

"How?" she wondered.

"With Stark's help, I bought a house," he began explaining. "And I turned it into a secret hideaway for those who find themselves in danger because of who they are and who they love. And no asshole can ever find it."

"So… how do the ones in need find it if it's so secret?" she questioned.

"Brilliant question, love," he smiled. "It is protected by magic. Only those who need it can find it. When they get, for example, kicked out of their home because of their identity, they will be drawn to the house without even realising. They will just sort of… wander in. And they will be safe until they are ready to leave. Or they don't have to. They can stay forever."

"But… there's so many queer people who need help, can they fit?"

"That's another great trick," he told her. "Strange helped me with that one. It is always big enough on the inside, no matter how small the outside might seem."

"You built a forkin' TARDIS and you didn't tell me?!" she gasped. "Okay. So it's big enough. But what if there's a gay kid in, like, Nevada? Can they get in too?"

"Absolutely," Loki nodded. "It actually transcends this reality in a way. The entrances are all over this world. I modelled it after Yggdrasil."

"Oh my God," she choked out. "You… you just singlehandedly saved the world."

"I wouldn't exactly use that phrase-"

"No, you did!" she insisted, throwing herself at him and squeezing him in a hug. "You took one of the biggest struggles of modern humanity and solved it just like that. You're the best person to ever walk the Earth and you're not even from the Earth."

"You haven't even seen the house yet, love," he laughed, kissing the top of her head. "Come on, we're almost there."

He led her through the suburbs of New York, full of rich people's homes. At the end of one street, she spotted a building that wouldn't be much different from the rest, save it for the gigantic rainbow flag hanging from the balcony.

"Are you sure The Straights will completely miss this place?" she asked. "This is pretty obvious to me."

"Don't worry, only those who are meant to see it will," he explained. "Every possible threat has been accounted for. This is the safest place on Earth."

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thenaaru · 6 years ago

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♂ does your muse put on make-up? how long do they need for it every day? | ♡ are their fingernails dirty or clean? cut/long? | ⦂ what clothes do they sleep in? | ♚ do they have a favourite piece of clothing? | ❅ what do they usually wear when they’re not working? | ☏ what do they wear when they’re at work? :>

♂ does your muse put on make-up? how long do they need for it every day?

Maaike rarely wears make-up, she doesn’t feel the need. Her facial tattoos are decoration enough, but if she’s attending an event or wants to make a particular effort for someone she will take the time to do it. Having spent most of her life as a spy in some form or other she’s a master of disguise and can apply make-up very quickly with a great deal of skill.

Avie, on the other hand, is almost always wearing make-up unless she’s training. She spends anywhere between 30 minutes and an hour each morning applying perfectly winged eyeliner and very often sports some shade of red lipstick- more neutral tones for everyday and a nice, vampy colour if she’s dressing up.

♡ are their fingernails dirty or clean? cut/long?

Maaike keeps her nails fairly short and rounded- they can sometimes be a little dirty with oil and metal dust if she’s been working in the shop but she makes the effort to keep them clean.

Avie usually has to have short nails so they don’t break or catch when she’s in armour or training, but she adores getting a good manicure. She frequently applies false nails or lengthens then through some magical cheating. Since she’s been pregnant she’s kept her nails long and often paints them different colours. Her hands are calloused from her lifestyle, so she likes to have perfect nails to feel pretty. No one knows how she keeps them so spotlessly clean.

⦂ what clothes do they sleep in?

Maaike flip flops between sleeping in absolutely nothing, cheeky short sets or cosy fleece depending on the weather and who she has in bed with her.

Avie’s nightwear is as impressive as her lingerie collection. She adores silken teddies and lacy sets and thinks she should feel sexy in every aspect of her life, even sleeping.

♚ do they have a favourite piece of clothing?

Maaike has been alive so long that she doesn’t really get attached to clothing. She’s particularly attached to some of her jewellery, but only because it tends to last several centuries longer than cloth. Who knows, though, maybe she’ll be gifted something by a certain someone to be more sentimental about soon ;)

Avie’s favourites are easy- it’s the first set of ear warmers and long fluffy socks Iiloridan ever gave her. She’s worn them to death and almost definitely had to ask him to fix a hole in a sock, getting defensive when he just offered to make her a whole new pair instead. To her they’re a reminder of the first time she realised someone out there loved her, and she’ll hold on to them even when the wool is worn away.

❅ what do they usually wear when they’re not working?

Maaike’s outfits vary wildly depending on where she is or what she’s doing. The only constant is she doesn’t like skirts or dresses so the occasion has to really be something for her to put one on. She favours smart, but comfortable, shirts and pants when in Suramar. She’s started adopting more relaxed blood elf fashion though, and she’s almost definitely stolen one of Iiloridan’s off the shoulder tunic things. Comfy.

Avie defaults to leggings + cosy sweater of some kind. Her favourite is a woolly poncho that she often wears because it’s easy to throw on and the perfect amount of warm but airy. It’s an all weather outfit. No matter what she’s wearing though, a huge part of her daily routine is picking out a set of lingerie to wear- it makes her feel pretty and confident when she knows how good she looks under her clothes.

☏ what do they wear when they’re at work?

Maaike wears shop overalls mostly. Working with weapons and ammo means she doesn’t have wiggle room in her work attire, it’s all protective gear. If she’s out in the shop front or working on blueprints though, she just wears the usual shirt and pant combo.

Avie wears armour. If she’s sparring or training then she steps it down to leathers and chainmail, otherwise it’s full plate. If she’s working in a more diplomatic or political role then she makes sure she looks elegant, usually in some kind of Anor’thalasian design.

Answered for both of them @edaigoa 😘

#thank u friend!!#Avie #Maaike

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---- that's right, pleased to meet you, i still won't tell you my name. don't you believe in mystery? don't you want to play my game?

trident’s task 005; character questionnaire number two.

---- basic character questions

first name? ekaterina. surname? kashkanov-zamolochikova-markovy. ( usually just goes by markovy as a last name ) middle names? mikhailovna aliena. nicknames? erica, kat, kati, katya, nina and kitten. date of birth? eleventh of january, nineteen eighty-eight. age? thirty years old.

---- physical / appearance

height? 5′4″ weight? 135lbs, but has lost muscle and weight since being on the island. build? slim, slight and lean. hair color? honey brown. hair style? thin and soft but abundant, naturally curly, normally sits a little longer than shoulder length but has gone uncut since being on the island. eye color? blue with a hazel ring around the pupil. eye shape? almond/round. glasses or contact lenses? both. distinguishing facial features? eyes, lips, cheekbones, jawline. which facial feature is most prominent? eyes. which bodily feature is most prominent? biceps. other distinguishing features? hands, legs, waist, tattoos. skin? tan/olive. hands? slender palm, long fingers. make up? concealer and foundation with a nude lip and simple eyeliner for everyday use, concealer, foundation, highlighter and contour with a bright red or pink lip, complementary colours of eyeshadow and dramatic eyeliner for functions, parties, appearances or photoshoots. scars? straight, deep cuts all across her body at varying angles from sword-fighting practice that have faded to be near unnoticeable, a scar from a switchblade she copped while trying to protect charlie, scars across her knuckles from punching either a face or a bag too hard and splitting the skin, and small indents from chicken pox when she was a child. birthmarks? a mark on her forearm that is similarly shaped to a rabbit; she shares the mark with her mother. tattoos? a tiger on her left middle finger, a butterfly on the back of her neck, four birds on her left forearm, a sun and two stars behind her right ear, a tree on the right of her torso and hermes wings on the outsides of both her ankles, the word “cariad” in looping script, on the left the side of her ribs. physical handicaps? short sightedness and astigmatisms. type of clothes? neat blouses, skirts, heels, vests, a jacket, comfortable pants and the heaviest boots she can find. how do they wear their clothes? fitted if they are for show, for function if they are not. what are their feet like? her feet are well taken care of, has calloused balls and heels from dancing and running barefoot. usually wears comfortable and clean socks with whatever boots she can find that are wearable, even if they are a little too large. will wear heels for a party, however. race / ethnicity? caucasian ( russian, belarusian ) and ashkenazi jewish. mannerisms? miming out piano scales on surfaces while she is thinking, stretching her hands, tapping her thumb and middle finger together, tapping her foot to an imaginary beat, furrowing her brow while reading, tracing her fingertips over the lines of her visible tattoos. are they in good health? yes, for the time being. do they have any disabilities? borderline personality disorder.

---- personality

what words or phrases do they overuse? “i am fine.”, ”shut up.“, “idiot/pizdabol'.”, “fuck/kurva.”, “whore, slut, bitch/bliadz’.”, “fucking whore/kurva piardolanaja.”, “bastard/bajstruk.”, “no,”, “fuck you.”. there are many more and they are all offensive. do they have a catchphrase? “no.” or “fuck you.”. are they more optimistic or pessimistic? both. are they introverted or extroverted? both. do they ever put on airs? without a doubt. ekaterina is incredibly good at acting or pretending to be someone she is not, or feeling what she is not. what bad habits do they have? catastrophising, focusing on details, smoking tobacco and weed, drinking alcohol and coffee, swearing (though she doesn’t consider it a bad habit), needing to know everything, pursuing activities or people that she knows are bad for her. what makes them laugh out loud? children falling and completely eating shit, instant karma, dark and morbid humour, shakespeare’s comedies acted well. how do they display affection? ekaterina does not like PDA, usually. part of her enjoys the idea of a little PDA in order to make it known who belongs to her. in private, however, ekaterina is much more affectionate, and she can act extremely different. if they are new to it, she might touch someone on the chest or arm, perhaps even caress their jaw, but if she is well acquainted, she might straighten out their clothes, trace over their skin, neaten up their hair and brush locks out of their eyes, hold their hands, hug them and if they happen to be lying down, she might bury her face in their neck or hand while holding them. it very much depends on who it is she is showing affection for. mental handicaps? borderline personality disorder. minor depression. obsessive-compulsive tendencies, sociopathic tendencies. how do they want to be seen by others? ekaterina truly wants to be someone that people fear or respect, as she knows deep down that she is the kind of person who could do something earth-shattering if she set her mind to it. she wants to be seen as strong, unfailing, reliable, mysterious, perfect and perhaps even unattainable. how do they see themselves? the furthest thing from desirable, and as a truly evil creature. how are they seen by others? probably as an angry, mean yet just person who will fight anyone who sets her off. strongest character trait? determination. weakest character trait? intrapersonal emotional intelligence. how competitive are they? extremely. ekaterina is the type that wants to win everything, even if winning does not mean anything. do they make snap judgements or take time to consider? it depends on the situation. if she is bombarded, she won’t take the time to ponder, but if she is far more at ease, she tends to allow discovery before she judges. how do they react to praise? sometimes awkwardly, sometimes she will brush it off and other times, she will gladly accept it. how do they react to criticism? that depends on what someone is criticising her on. if it is her personality or who she is as a person, she will snap on them, but if it is about something that she does, she can accept it. as long as it’s constructive. what is their greatest fear? rejection, failure, losing her loved ones and being totally alone. what are their biggest secrets? she murdered a man when she was fourteen to save charlie’s life, she has killed other despicable people while in league with the belarusian mafia, she enjoys torturing people that have done abhorrent things, and takes special pleasure in drawing out their deaths so that they suffer until the last second. on a lighter note, she had a two long year secret relationship with grace ( that people still are not aware of ), she slept with luka ( several times ), and they have still not yet told his friend, the other prince who vied for her attention. she knows that the guilt weighs on them both but they have chosen to not speak of it. and finally, she is intensely attracted to roman tulach. ( @gunnerflanagan, @classiciisms, @luka-rossi, @roman-tulach ) what is their philosophy of life? talk less, smile more. don’t let them know what you’re against or what you’re for. when was the last time they cried? when she realised that charlie was both alive and well, and now a pirate. what haunts them? a few nights in her lifetime where she was coerced into sexual acts while she was not sober and had not properly consented. the mornings after those encounters ekaterina felt as if she could say nothing to anyone and so has kept it to herself, giving her a warped impression of her value, and the death of her cousin, lorne dùghlas. she had been rather close with him, given their similar ages and it broke her heart to learn about his murder. what are their political views? she is a liberal in some aspects, but has slowly been losing faith in the current ideology the world shares since she was thrust into meetings and talks that her mother insisted she learn about. when it comes to running a country with absolute monarchy, she does not agree, and believes that the people need a voice as well. what will they stand up for? justice above all else, no matter the cost. who do they quote? niccolò di bernardo dei machiavelli, william shakespeare, friedrich wilhelm nietzsche, socrates, rené descartes, george orwell, f. scott fitzgerald, joseph conrad, vincent van gogh, oscar wilde, albert einstein, mae west, dr seuss ( yes, look up his quotes ), marilyn monroe. are they indoorsy or outdoorsy? both. what is their sinful little habit? a drug-fuelled orgy or murder seems a little obvious, so perhaps it is her pining for and silent flirting with either ex-lovers, or taken/unattainable people that she quietly adores. what sense do they most rely on? instinct. how do they treat people better than them? as long as they treat her with respect, she will do the same. how do they treat people worse than them? as long as they treat her with respect, she will do the same. what quality do they most value in a friend? loyalty and patience. what do they consider an overrated virtue? purity or honesty. if they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be? ekaterina is the kind of person that would change everything about herself if she could, but she would never truly be happy, and continue to change each aspect on a whim, eventually losing all that used to make her, her. what is their obsession? absolute perfection, blades, lingerie, leather, literature. what are their pet peeves? when people chew with their mouth open; ignorance; stupidity, unreliability; self-centredness; being used for her status; people who expect respect when they have not earned nor given it; people who complain to complain; people who corrupt their morals for material gain; people who tell her to speak in english if she is speaking in one of her mother tongues; people who dog ear books to bookmark their page. what are their idiosyncrasies? when observing a fight, she will add in comments to fuel the anger between whoever is arguing in order to turn it into a brawl; smoothing out dog ears on pages in books; continually adjusting her glasses ( when she has them ); chewing on the end of the pencil or pen she uses to journal or document things; arranging objects on a surface so they are straight and line up with each other.

---- friends and family

is their family big or small? who does it consist of? her family is quite large, including three royal branches. the markovy family adds six members; her mother, her father, ekaterina, nikolai and her two middle siblings; the nikolaevna family adds another six; her aunt, her uncle, tatiana and her three younger siblings; the dùghlas family adds another seven; her aunt, her uncle, ainsley, her three older brothers and one older sister; also included would be her paternal grandparents, her grandmother on that side being her babushka, her maternal grandparents, all of that brings the total up to twenty four known relatives, alive or deceased. ( @nikolaimarkovy, @tatiana-nikolaevna, @hrhxainsley ) what is their perception of family? ekaterina would give anything for her family, and that is the utter truth. no matter the request, no matter the risk, she would do whatever they asked of her; family is extremely important to her. do they have siblings? older or younger? ekaterina is the eldest of four, with two sisters in the middle, and a brother, nikolai, the youngest. describe their best friend. over the years, the title of best friend has changed hands many times, though she can confidently say that her brother is one of her closest friends and regardless of who else may hold when she was younger, it was her father ( whom she still calls her daddy in an innocent way despite the fact that she’s thirty ); then the second eldest ukrainian royal; it fell to charlie while she was in paris; after that, she floated about without many friends to speak of, none of them coming close to that connection. in fact, it is her cousins and siblings who were often her best friends in that period of time. however, after a personal bodyguard was hired for her and they began to bond, she considered him her best friend; of course, all of those were ex-best friends, in the kindest of meanings. when she met lola through mutual connections, she felt as if she had found someone who she could truly call a friend again, and as they bonded, she became more and more attached. the island has only strengthened their relationship, and she would consider lola to be her best friend now. though, it is starting to feel as if the fine line between friend and possible lover is becoming exceedingly blurred. ( @lola-gutierrez ) ideal best friend? ekaterina likes a best friend who can challenge her, but also show patience in the face of her mental and emotional struggles. she wants to be able to trust her best friend with confidence, and for them to be there for her as she would be for them. describe their other friends. it would be safe to say that her friends are people like nikolai, luka, charlie, tatiana, ainsley, nael, grace, ottavio. ( @princenaelxdlf, @ottavioxrossi ) describe their acquaintances. carlos, oliver, rhys, and roman ( though it is more attraction than an alliance/acquaintanceship ) ( @blueblxod, @first-mate-sebastian, @rhys-tclford ) do they have any pets? two dogs; daisy, a maltese shih-tzu and jay, a labrador kelpie. who are their natural allies? her family, grace, charlie, lola, people who believe in justice, and people who do not jeopardise the safety of others through impulsivity. who are their surprising allies? i mean, this one has to be roman tulach.

---- past and future

what was your character like as a baby? as a child? ekaterina rarely cried as a baby, only gazing up at her parents with her now well-known big, blue intense eyes. as child, however, she was very selfish and upset when she could not see her parents due to their royal commitments. she still holds resentment for that fact. did they grow up rich or poor? very, very rich. did they grow up nurtured or neglected? neglected. her parents were not there for her formative years, though her father seems to be only one of the two who regrets that. what is the most offensive thing they ever said? from what she can recall, it was: “call us fags once more and i will shove david’s star up your cunt.” it was said to a female orthodox preacher who harassed her and a girl she had taken out to dinner as they walked by holding hands, both for being gay and for being jewish. what is their greatest achievement? managing to maintain a semi-normal relationship for as long as she did with grace and reducing crimes in belarus through deals with members of organised criminal syndicates. what was their first kiss like? like fireworks. they’d been running through a cobblestreet alleyway to avoid her bodyguards when ekaterina tripped and scraped both of her knees, causing her to yelp in pain and scoot away from the line of sight down the path. in an attempt to distract her from the pain, charlie kissed her. she’d wanted him to kiss her for a long time and although it was clumsy and awkward, as most first kisses are, she wouldn’t have changed a thing about it. what is the worst thing they did to someone they loved? she turned luka on his best friend as both of them fought for her affections, eventually sleeping with luka and keeping it a secret from his friend to avoid adding fuel to the fire. truthfully, she wanted both of them, and still wishes she could have had a night with the other prince. she also distanced herself from grace after their break-up because of her own pride and stubbornness. what are their ambitions? true freedom, and to make an impact on the world and never be forgotten. what advice would they give their younger self? bad times will always come with the good, but do not let what happens to you define who you become. what smells remind them of their childhood? the smell of books, old and new, from her father’s library. what was their childhood ambition? to make an impact on the world and never be forgotten. what is their best childhood memory? when she was finally allowed to take up sword-fighting as a hobby. what is their worst childhood memory? the first time she was announced officially as heir to the throne and had to give a speech to the public. did they have an imaginary childhood friend? no. when was the last time they were crushed with disappointment? when she realised that charlie had become a pirate. what past act are they most ashamed of? she turned luka on his best friend as both of them fought for her affections, eventually sleeping with luka and keeping it a secret from his friend to avoid adding fuel to the fire; she also regrets reacting so harshly toward grace during and after their break-up. what past act are they most proud of? saving charlie’s life. has anyone ever saved their life? her personal bodyguard was stabbed before, when a girl rushed her at a club. she is still forever grateful for his actions. strongest childhood memory? lying awake and listening to her father read her stories/sing to her.

---- love

do they believe in love at first sight? no. are they in a relationship? technically yes. she is betrothed, though she does not consider it a relationship. how do they behave in a relationship? usually the same as she does out of one. there just happens to be more sex and more emotion to it. when did you character last have sex? god only knows. SHE NEEDS IT THOUGH. what sort of sex do they have? all kinds. she enjoys slow, gentle sex but also loves rough, animalistic sex, and enjoys incorporating BDSM into her encounters. has your character ever been in love? yes, with charlie and grace. have they ever had their heart broken? yes, by charlie and grace.

---- conflict

how do they respond to a threat? usually with defensive action. are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue? both. what is your character’s kryptonite? grace, someone who can match her mind games like roman, strawberries on pancakes, or someone she loves crying. if your character could only save one thing from their burning house, what would it be? it would depend on what’s inside. likely her dogs, or her family if they were still trapped. how do they perceive strangers? as strangers. she does not judge until she learns a few things about them. what do they love to hate? herself. what are their phobias? autophobia, atychiphobia, atelophobia. what is their choice of weapon? knives, swords, guns, fists, or anything she can find. what living person do they most despise? she has killed most of the people she truly despises. have they ever been bullied or teased? yes. where do they go when they’re angry? usually to her private space so that she can be alone, lest she be provoked into a physical altercation. who are their enemies and why? anyone who stands in the way of her goals, anyone who is despicable enough to commit crimes like rape, child abuse, human trafficking and nazis.

---- work, education and hobbies

what is their current job? crown princess, heir to the belarusian throne, grand duchess of vitebsk, killer for hire. what do they think about their current job? she does not particularly enjoy being royalty nor being the heir though she knows she has no say in it. she does, however, love the vigilante justice that comes with killing horrible people. what are some of their past jobs? none. what are their hobbies? exercising, fencing, martial arts, fighting, reading, playing piano, exploration, sketching, creating/using ciphers for her journals, assassinations and murder. educational background? has a masters degree in history of piracy with a minor in cryptography. intelligence level? 135 IQ, superior intelligence. do they have any specialist training? yes. fencing, martial arts, sword-fighting, gun-handling, cryptography, cartography, scuba diving, basic latin, history, history of piracy, etiquette, ballroom dancing. do they have a natural talent for something? strategy and leading. do they play a sport? are they any good? yes; fencing, sword-fighting, lacrosse and cross-country running. she trains intensely in order to excel in the sports she attempts. what is their socioeconomic status? upper, royal.

---- favourites

what is their favorite animal? a tiger, or a bird. which animal to they dislike the most? she doesn’t loathe any animal, but spiders are not exactly on her favourites list. what place would they most like to visit? the parts of the world that she has not yet seen. what is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen? the ocean. what is their favorite song? la vie en rosie by édith piaf or dream a little dream of me by the mamas and the papas. music, art, reading preferred? all. what is their favorite color? purple. what is their password? usually something unguessable, but she won’t tell you what it is. favorite food: strawberries and pancakes. what is their favorite work of art? the creation of adam by michelangelo simply for the scientific secrets within it or the birth of venus by sandro botticelli for the same reasons. who is their favorite artist? antoni gaudí i cornet, leonardo da vinci ( if only for his similar approach to coding his work ), vincent van gogh. what is their favorite day of the week? thursdays.

---- possessions

what is in their fridge: usually a lot of fruit and vegetables, yoghurts, basic ingredients for meals, white wine, prosecco and vodka-- but usually not anything filled with sugar. what is on their bedside table? a book or three, a glass of wine, phone charger, watch charger, remote, a jewellery box that holds her ‘engagement’ ring for her betrothal, the ring from her previous arrangement and her family’s signet ring. there was a frame photo of herself and grace there before, but it was put it in her forgotten box. what is in their car? not much, usually a bottle of water. what is in their bin? crumpled up codes, sketches, old receipts, what is in their purse or wallet? in her wallet: her id, her credit cards, business cards and numbers to call, photographs of her family, a small amount of money and international sim cards for when she travels outside the country. in her bag/purse: her phone, her wallet, a deck of cigarettes, a small flask of whiskey, a lighter, a pen, a taser, make up for touch ups, her passport. what is in their pockets? usually nothing. she keeps her possessions either strapped to her body or in her handbag. what is their most treasured possession? her forgotten box, as it is a place she can keep sentimental items, but lock them away so she is not constantly reminded of them.

---- spirituality

who or what is your character’s guardian angel? grace thomas, or the devil. do they believe in the afterlife? no. what are their religious views? she practices jewish and eastern orthodox holidays, but does not really believe in either religion. what do they think heaven is? she doesn’t believe it exists. what do they think hell is? life on earth. are they superstitious? no. what would they like to be reincarnated as? a feline of some sort. how would they like to die? drowned in moonlight, strangled by her own bra. what is your character’s spirit animal? a tiger. what is their zodiac sign? capricorn // rabbit yang fire or tiger yin fire.

---- values

what do they think is the worst thing that can be done to a person? sexual assault of all types, being sold into slavery, drugging a child, the judas chalice torture-- though she would take pleasure in any of the aforementioned perpetrators of such heinous crimes being placed upon a judas chalice. what is their view of ‘freedom’? for ekaterina, freedom is living her life as she pleases, with no one dictating what she does and being able to love who she wants to love. when did they last lie? all the time. everyday. all the time. what’s their view of lying? it is better than a horrific truth. when did they last make a promise? to grace, that her family would not be harmed in this revolution. did they keep or break their last promise? she hasn’t had the chance to do either yet.

---- daily life

what are their eating habits? ekaterina is a vegetarian, and tends to eat infrequently but it is always good food. do they have any allergies? no. describe their home. her part of the palace of snov is neat and tidy. nothing is out of place. she has a large bed, a very effective heater, a mounted television on which she streams movies and documentaries, a desk with her computer and other papers and books neatly stacked with stationary close by, a vanity where she lines up her make up and other products such as perfumes. her room also has a large window with a beautiful view of the rest of the grounds. are they minimalist or a clutter hoarder? a minimalist. anything she doesn’t need, she passes on to someone who can use it. what do they do first thing on a weekday morning? go for a run or go to the gym. what do they do on a sunday afternoon? participate in her sword-fighting sessions. what do they do on a friday night? if she is feeling up to it, she will make an appearance at a club, drink and take drugs and dance until it is six in the morning. what is the soft drink of choice? none. what is their alcoholic drink of choice? whiskey, vodka or rum.

---- miscellaneous

what is their character archetype? the rebel or the ruler. who is their hero? vincent van gogh. what or who would your character dress up as for halloween? either alice liddell, or daisy buchanan. are they comfortable with technology? yes. if they could save one person, who would it be? her father, nikolai, one of her sisters. or, the person who would benefit her the most. if they could call one person for help, who would it be? her father. what is their favorite proverb? “if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.” what is their greatest extravagance? her rare buell motorcycle, or her engagement ring that she received from her first betrothal or any gift grace has ever give her. what is their greatest regret? never standing up to her mother regarding her role as heir. what is their perception of redemption? one who has made actions to prove they have changed. what would they do if they won the lottery? donate all of it to lgbt+ charities in the eastern european region. what is their favorite fairytale? the snow queen. what fairytale do they hate? sleeping beauty do they believe in happy endings? if one puts in the effort and makes it possible, then yes. what is their idea of perfect happiness? freedom and the opportunity to be with the people she loves. to marry grace would also provoke total happiness within her, but she isn’t sure how, if or when that could ever happen. what would they ask a fortune teller? nothing, she doesn’t believe in them. if your character could travel through time, where would they go? to the future, to see if roman’s plan achieved what he wanted. what sport do they excel at? fencing, lacrosse, cross-country running. what sport do they suck at? none, really. if they could have a superpower, what would they choose? she would not want one, but if there were no choice, pathokinesis.

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identybeautynet · 3 years ago

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10 skincare and health tips we learned from Camila Cabello's Instagram

10 skincare and health tips we learned from Camila Cabello's Instagram Camila Cabello doesn't take things too seriously, especially when it comes to her approach to beauty. “I think as I’ve gotten more confident and freer, I take beauty less seriously. I feel like it’s just hair and it’s just paint, you know? So your body and your face is just a canvas for you to explore and experiment with different things,” she shared in an interview with Vogue UK. If you're looking for inspiration to do the same, scroll through the best beauty and wellness moments from her Instagram. Camila Cabello doesn't take things too seriously, especially when it comes to her approach to beauty. “I think as I’ve gotten more confident and freer, I take beauty less seriously. I feel like it’s just hair and it’s just paint, you know? So your body and your face is just a canvas for you to explore and experiment with different things,” she shared in an interview with Vogue UK. If you're looking for inspiration to do the same, scroll through the best beauty and wellness moments from her Instagram. 1) It's important to take the time to meditate With Cabello's busy schedule, taking the time to indulge in some self-care is that much more important. “Meditation has changed my life in the last few months,” she shared. “It was practicing every single day multiple times a day that has been healing me, and, more than just helping me manage strong emotions like anxiety and stress, it’s making me a better human." Meditation helps to calm the brain, improve concentration and turn around negative or anxious feelings. 2) Treat your hair according to its texture Cabello's original hair texture is straight, but she curled her hair through a chemical perm. It is important to note that straight hair has to be cared for very differently as compared to kinky curls, so changing up your routine is important if you're trying something different. In an interview, the musician confirmed that she'd always wanted tight curls, and lets them air-dry to help them keep their shape. “I shampoo, condition, use a curl balm, then I just let my hair air-dry. I never use irons or anything,” she shared. 3) Embrace your bare skin with no-makeup selfies Cabello makes a bid for loving the skin you're in—zits and spots included. While her tour and red carpet makeup is bold, she's happy to share au naturel photographs on her Instagram—no concealer, foundation or corrector required. 4) DIY hacks and keeping it simple work just as well as off-the-shelf skincare While a multiple-step skincare routine can help to brighten and hydrate skin, keeping it simple can work just as well. When asked for her ideal skincare routine, Cabello has a simple agenda: “just take care of your skin and drink a lot of water, and always wash your face before you go to bed, no matter how tired you are.” When she's up to doing something a little more, she tries an at-home mask to brighten her skin. “My mum and I do this thing where you get the white of an egg yolk and you put it on your face, and it makes your pores smaller,” she shared with Glamour UK. 5) Make sure to change up your skincare routine while you travel When you're on-the-go like Cabello, making sure to really cleanse and exfoliate your skin is important—far more than if you're just at home. “Everyday I exfoliate because from the shows there’s a lot of makeup, sweat and dirt on my skin and just from being in a lot of different places—a lot of different airports—you have to really deeply clean your skin. So I exfoliate every day, and I use this honey moisturiser that I got,” she shared with British Vogue. She also likes masking, a skincare practice that has gotten very popular during the lockdown. “Then sometimes I’ll do face masks and clay masks and honey masks," she shared. 6) A good cat-eye takes practice—but is worth it Nailing a cat eye is extremely difficult, especially if you're a neophyte. Cabello knows it can be an uphill climb: “I started wearing makeup really as soon as I was on X Factor, so that was the first time that I was wearing makeup. After that, I started playing with doing eyeliner on myself, and I don’t have the steadiest of hands. So, I’d take videos and post them on twitter and my fans would zoom in, and my eyeliner would look like I’d drawn a mountain on my eye—it was so uneven and ugly,” she shared about her beauty faux pas. She paints a thin, fine line now, proving that practice really does make perfect. 7) A nude lip can make a statement too While red lipstick used to be the biggest power move, Cabello makes it clear that a nude lip can make the same kind of statement. “I don’t like to use a lot of bright colors on my lips,” she confirmed in 2017. To cop the look, pick a warm-toned nude that'll give you soft and subtle coverage that'll give you the no-makeup makeup look, and then apply a little lip gloss on top. 8) Keep your highlighter on hand Cabello might not be a makeup pro herself: “I don’t know how to do fancy makeup tricks—fancy eyeshadow, fancy contouring—I don’t know how to do any of that,” she confessed. But when she's on the clock, her glam team makes it a point to paint it on. Highlighter is a must-have, especially when it is across her cheekbones, down her nose and on her forehead. 9) Have an off-duty look ready-to-go But when she's left to her own devices, Cabello has a look that she follows. “I think that there’s such a difference between the makeup that I wear when I’m not working and the makeup that I wear when I am at home,” she shared. When she's on her day off, mascara, lip gloss and tinted moisturiser are her three must-have products. If you have a five minute makeup routine all set, its easy to slap it on before a last-minute Zoom call meeting. 10) Don't be afraid to experiment Cabello's experimental makeup looks can be out-there—she's tried purple eyeliner, bright pink lips and red eyeshadow, all of which are not in her regular wheelhouse. But this stands to her belief on makeup—know that it is just temporary. “I used to do the same shape of eyeliner, the same colour lip, the same thing every day. And now for every show I try to switch it up and it makes me more excited about the shows. Doing the same show every night but changing what I wear, the colours in my hair, or having purple eyeshadow... It makes me excited. So I think I’m just more confident now and I take it less seriously—I just play and experiment,” she shared. 10 skincare and health tips we learned from Camila Cabello's Instagram, 10 skincare and health tips we learned from Camila Cabello's Instagram, 10 skincare and health tips we learned from Camila Cabello's Instagram, 10 skincare and health tips we learned from Camila Cabello's Instagram, 10 skincare and health tips we learned from Camila Cabello's Instagram,10 skincare and health tips we learned from Camila Cabello's Instagram, 10 skincare and health tips we learned from Camila Cabello's Instagram beauty tips: 10 skincare and health tips ,Camila Cabello's Instagram Read the full article

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“A surprise?”

As soon as the word had left Hanji’s lips, Angel’s eyes had lit up. Truthfully, she hadn’t been paying much attention at first - the scientist had a tendency to go on and most of the time Angel just zoned out, waiting for some actual point to the conversation to fling out and ping her in the face. A lot of the time it wasn’t even a good point; or rather, it often wasn’t a point the monarch cared much about. Thankfully, today was different.

“Yes, your majesty!” Hanji confirmed with a nod, grinning wide. “A birthday surprise, just for you!”

Angel’s full attention had finally been grasped. She too was smiling now, a little bounce in her step as she turned to face Hanji properly.

“Do you have it with you?” she asked.

The scientist shook her head. “Rather impossible, your majesty.”

“Impossible?” Angel narrowed her eyes, tapping her bottom lip with a finger. “So it’s something big. You’re not gonna make me guess, are you?”

“Not if you don’t want me to.”

“I definitely don’t fucking want you to.”

That made Hanji chuckle as she held out a hand, waiting for Angel to grasp it before she walked off, leading her to a different part of the mansion entirely.

The whole house was bustling now - the sun had barely risen and yet most everyone was awake, at least amongst the inhabitants that actually had to sleep. Those that didn’t, namely the royal children themselves, had been working for even longer. Decorations were strewn all about and came in all shapes and sizes, though even Angel had to admit that they were excessively red. The ballroom in particular was a violent scarlet hue, attacking her eyes from the mere glimpse she’d seen of it, and part of her wondered whether it might be wise to start adding a secondary colour to her aesthetic. She could already hear Prospero chanting “purple” in the back of her mind, making her snigger a little even as Hanji kept talking.

“--and so that’s when I...” The scientist trailed off, turning her head back to look at her queen. “Are you listening, your majesty?”

Angel, who’d been busy waving at Archie as he wished her a happy birthday, suddenly snapped her head back. “What? Yeah, sure. Something ‘bout, uh...”

“Transportation.”

Her brows furrowed in confusion, betraying how little attention she’d been paying, but she gave a small nod regardless. “Just what I was gonna say. We’re not going somewhere fucking crazy, are we?”

Hanji shrugged before giving another of her slightly manic chuckles. “Sort of.”

“Sort of?”

“It’s a surprise!”

Though Angel had been excited at first, now she was starting to get annoyed. “Would you just tell me what it fucking is?”

The snapping barely made the scientist jolt - she was used to it by now, living in this house - but she still adjusted her tone to accommodate. “I’m sure you’re aware of Perdita’s... concerns.”

“Concerns?”

Hanji sighed a little. “I hadn’t wanted to bring it up on your birthday, but... she wants you to spend much more time on Sesharrim than you have been. She says you need to be more hands on if you’re serious about being queen.”

“Oh, that,” Angel said, her face contorting as she stuck out her tongue. “She doesn’t half nag sometimes. Yeah, I told her I’d go when shit’s less... busy. It takes a fucking age to get there for starters and she always wants me to stay for bollocking months. I ain’t staying there that fucking long! This Isle’s my project, I told her so. Does she know how many fucking coalition meetings I’d miss to shake hands with some poncy cunt that wants more funds for his stupid fucking town planning bullshit? I don’t see why they can’t just come the fuck here instead.”

“Well, your majesty, I think my latest invention might help with that!”

“Why? Is it something that’ll shut my cousin up?”

“Sounds somewhat tempting...” the scientist mused, getting distracted for a moment before shaking her head. “But no! What I’ve invented is a teleporter!”

Angel stopped entirely then. Hanji only noticed when the hand she was holding went taut and stopped her in her path.

“Is something wrong, your majesty?” she asked.

“A... teleporter?” the monarch started. “Like a real, actual... from place to place teleporter?” She paused, frowning slightly, remaining in perplexed silence whilst the scientist nodded in response. “I’m not fucking saying “Beam me up, Hanji!” or some stupid shit like that.”

Hanji tilted her head with a small confused smile on her lips. “There’s no... ‘beams’, your majesty. Should there have been?”

“No, it’s a--” Angel struggled to find a way to explain and shook her head as she sighed. “Never fucking mind. Are you going to show me this thing or not?”

“Ah!” the older of the two exclaimed, her beaming smile splitting her face in two once again. She pulled her queen off in the direction of the surprise as she suddenly burst into a torrent of excited speech. “This device has been a long time in the making, your majesty. I first conceptualised it many years ago, though it never really amounted to much. You see, pure science alone can’t do everything - in fact, I’d say this invention is almost directly inspired by you. Much as you harnessed the power of, uh...”

“Necromancy?”

“Yes, yes, that! Much as you used magic in your own scientific pursuits, I too began to consult the many magics of this land. You see, portals and the such have long since been a part of the infrastructure here. I hear the fey in particular are very fond of them though, as I’ve since discovered, more human-based species can also create them with a little help from spells and potions. I signed up for a few magic classes, slaved over books, asked around in the pub... I even participated in a coven meeting at one point. They had some rather... strange requests before I was allowed to attend but it was well worth it in the end. Ah, here we are!”

Suddenly Hanji stopped before a closed door, turning on her heel and pulling out a blindfold she’d been hiding in her pocket.

“Really?” Angel asked as a frown began to form on her face.

“Yes, really! You do want this to be a surprise, don’t you?”

Angel sighed. “Fine. You do realise I’ve seen Sesharrim before though, don’t you?”

The queen might not have been able to see Hanji now that thick fabric covered her eyes but she could certainly hear her laughing as she opened the door before her and carefully lead her inside. “Oh, your majesty, I’m afraid this teleporter doesn’t go to Sesharrim. This is the prototype - I had to test my device on somewhere much closer to home before simply jumping into intergalactic travel, I’m sure you understand.”

Angel’s frown only grew beneath her blindfold. “Then where the fuck does this go?”

“That’s the surprise!”

Hanji stood the monarch stock still inside the room before darting off, her shoes making distinct noises on the wooden floor as she flitted around pulling levers and flicking switches. There was a loud electric buzzing noise as something before the blinded queen burst into life, giving her a start that made her exclaim “Fucking hell!” with some ferocity. Only then did the scientist return and lightly grasp Angel’s shoulders, steering her in the direction of her birthday gift.

The sensation of passing through the teleporter was something the monarch couldn’t quite describe. It almost tingled, a little like the static buzz you could get off everyday objects, but at the same time it was almost nothing like it. There was something... refreshing about it, she supposed? Though maybe that was the stark coldness of their new location - it was indoors, but it clearly wasn’t heated. If she hadn’t known any better, she’d have thought she’d just stepped out of the back door on a chilly day.

With one swift tug, Hanji pulled the blindfold off of Angel’s face and all at once she forgot about what the teleporter might’ve felt like. A torrent of noise greeted her instead as, out of comparative silence, burst a sudden cry of “Happy Birthday!” from all around her. She had to blink as she took it all in; at first it was merely from the sudden brightness, but soon she was trying to force back the tears which had crept slowly into the corners of her eyes.

They were in her old home, many miles away on Mok’s Island--no, her island now--and before her was an endless crowd of her own children, all seeming to want to be at the front all at once. Their smiles were wider than Angel had seen them in years and, she noticed as she began to blubber more, many of them had started to cry too. The only person that didn’t quite belong was sat right in the middle, zombies trying to clamber over her shoulders to wave at their mother, but she didn’t seem to mind. At first, Angel almost hadn’t recognised Prospero - the others had clearly given her a makeover only they could’ve achieved. She was decked in leather her queen could never have imagined her wearing, looking scruffier than she’d ever seen her, and eyeliner ringed her eyes to an extent that made her resemble a panda. They’d even sprayed some colours in her hair, temporary Angel was sure, that seemed to glisten like a mismatched rainbow when she moved her head to laugh.

“Hanji wanted to show you this weeks ago,” she admitted. “But I’m afraid I insisted on giving it to you as a birthday present.”

Angel’s bottom lip wobbled as she tried to sniff her tears away. She couldn’t help but laugh too even as her crying got worse, wiping one of her eyes as she spoke. “Is it... permanent?”

Prospero nodded and all of Angel’s kids mimicked the movement. “You can all live together again,” she confirmed. “Just like you used to.”

A little sob escaped the monarch then before she suddenly darted forwards. Prospero tried to get to her feet to meet her outstretched arms but all it did was send them both hurtling to the ground when Angel collided, squeezing her tightly even through the harsh impact against the tiled flooring. Her queen was crying onto her chest but not because she was sad. The sight brought a smile to the commander’s lips and, as she stroked the younger girl’s hair, she pressed a soft peck to her temple.

“Well!” Hanji called from above them with a clap of her hands. “I don’t know how the teleporter’ll react if you all try to force your way through at once, so an attempt at decorum would be appreciated.”

“What’s a duh-floor-em?” shouted one of the kids back.

Hanji thought about the answer for a while before shrugging. “I’m not sure. You can take it to mean ‘go through in single file’ if you like.”

Predictably, the mess of zombies that followed did nothing of the sort. They all wanted to see their mother’s mansion before the others and as soon as possible - they were shouting and elbowing each other and a few of them even started a fight over what single file actually entailed. The scientist was doing her best in her attempts to organise them but it was as futile as she’d expected.

As the crowd around them began to dissipate, Angel and Prospero started to stir too. The smaller alien lifted her head first and then the rest of her body, unfolding her arms from where they’d been tucked around her subordinate. She placed a hand on either side of her, about to lift herself up properly, when she came to a sudden stop. She was supposed to be getting up and going, of course she was, but something about the commander’s piercing eyes made her just want to sink back down and stay there, at least for a few moments more. The thought brought warmth to her cheeks and, perhaps worst of all, Prospero had definitely noticed. Angel jolted then, scrambling to her feet in an attempt to act like nothing had happened. She thought she’d gotten away with it at first, even if her face had reddened, when a hand on her own stopped her.

“Come now, your majesty,” Prospero said softly, lowering her head so she could speak into her queen’s ear. The sounds of the chaos in the room almost seemed to ebb away then, shooed by the warmth breath that tickled Angel’s skin. “It’s your birthday, isn’t it? There’s no need to resist doing the things you want to.”

The monarch’s eyes had widened even before she turned on her heel. As soon as Prospero was in her field of vision, she wasted no time in leaning further in, pressing her lips quite firmly to Angel’s own. They were soft, terribly soft, and the faint wafts of her flowery shampoo almost threatened to envelop her. Was this what people meant when they talked about how good girls smelt? Prospero certainly smelt good - far better than her queen would have ever expected a soldier to.

The kiss had barely begun before it was over. Prospero merely let it linger on Angel’s lips as she pulled back, the fainest lipstick stain at her mouth betraying her otherwise collected demeanour. It only became more obvious when she grinned and the crimson tones contrasted with her teeth. Her lips couldn’t rival her queen’s face, though - even Angel’s jacket struggled to be as red as she stuttered in the air, uncharacteristically lost for words. Prospero might’ve kissed her once before but she’d been prepared for that one! This one... This one was...!

“Happy birthday, your majesty,” the commander said with a voice that almost seemed to taunt her.

Angel didn’t have a response - she merely followed Prospero with her eyes when she moved to leave. She was concentrating on her face at first but, as she got further away, she felt them drift lower, tracing the way her leather makeover clung to her body. Had her subordinate always been this...? Well, this...? Her brows furrowed; she didn’t know what word to use but whatever word it was, she didn’t want to say it. That would only be admitting it and, if Angel was going to be anything on her birthday, that thing was stubborn.

#plot post #angel #angel: plot post

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rebelsplaygroundsaga · 4 years ago

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𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

(PART ONE)

Camille Monfils

To the ones who stayed in the darkness with me.

I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.

- Caitlyn Siehl

Part I:

Sad Eyes☽

ONE

‪October 31st,‬

It’s been said that small towns are like black holes. Nothing changes, it’s impossible to leave and in the end, you’re just a part of it. A popular opinion among the teenagers in this small town. Being born in the same hospital as their parents and graduating from the same high school, that was inevitable. Their biggest fear though, was still living there afterwards and becoming actual victims of the black hole effect like they’d seen their parents do.

Deadwood, a town that supposedly got its name from the dead timber near the town’s creek banks. A place where the population was smaller than the amount of students who attend most universities. Granted, to most people the abundant forests and farmlands it seemed like the ideal place to raise children or to live out the rest of their days. However, for the youths who craved adventure and excitement, the history and splendour of a small town was anything but satisfactory. There were no arcades, malls or movie theatres to keep adolescents busy, but the creative ones always found something to do.

A 100 acres of land graced by a secluded white dutch colonial home with green shutters overlooked the main road. There was little about the house that gave any clue as to the kind of people who lived there.

Inside, Magic’s bedroom wasn’t quite in harmony with the rest of the house’s vintage decor. The glare from the neon pink woman’s body shaped light bounced off the lavender coloured walls covered in erotic drawings and paintings of nude women. The room combined modern trends, a bit of punk rock, goth and festival fashion reflecting her rebellious spirit and attitude. She hadn’t changed it

much over the years, she just kept adding to it as time passed.

Magic was curled up next to the open casement bow window smoking a joint. Her hair tied in a messy bun in a beautiful undone look that said “I-roll-out-of-bed-cool”. She wore a tank top tied into a lush knot just over her navel with a pair of high waisted retro fleece shorts, fuzzy pink socks and signature tattoo choker. Her style was very much a throwback to when Tumblr was all the rage, and 90s aesthetics were combined with soft pink materials and Lolita-esque doe-eyed attitude.

Her dark gaze focused on the moon. There was a certain drama about her eyes. The colour of hot chocolate on a cold winter night. Those deep pools of chocolaty swirls seized the depth and heaviness of a thousand untold stories. I’ve always been different, she thought reaching for the heart-shaped ashtray next to a collection of vintage horror movies.

Her childhood was pretty normal, maybe even happy at times, but that changed when she grew into her looks as a teenager. By the time Magic was fifteen, she went from being the kind of girl who didn’t get noticed to the kind of girl who got almost too much attention.

Exhaling a large cloud of smoke, she reflected on her past, reminding herself of all the worst things she did and that happened to her. She was pretty and smart, but she had a dark mind with a tendency to romanticized depression and engaged in acts of self-mutilation. Yet, that day something was different. Magic woke up with an incredibly peaceful feeling. Usually, her mind moved at what felt like a million miles a minute. She would remember all the things she had to do, and would just want to hide under the covers. That morning it was as if she had finally woken up well-rested.

Squeezing the joint between her lips, she unraveled her hair tie revealing the most amazing head of hair. Thick strands fell onto her cheeks all the way down to her elbows flourishing into voluminous ringlets in a rich chestnut. She brushed her fingers through her long soft curls radiating an untidy and rebellious style.

She opened the mirrored closet doors and pushed the clothes on the hangers to one side, uncovering a photograph of a misty lake with a large cross emerging from the water pinned to the wall. Wax streamed down to the face of the shelf from a set of melted candles. Each item placed in a precise manner. On the left, there was a cat skull and on the right was a large amethyst crystal. A black dagger was placed horizontally before a calligraphy pentagram painted on the face of the shelf.

Magic slid the doors shut when she heard footsteps coming from the hallway. She made a half-hearted attempt to hide the joint by cupping her palm behind her hip.

Mrs. Jones walked into the bedroom. Her caramel coloured hair pined up in a neat French twist with a fringe that she used to hide the aging lines on her forehead. She waved her hand as if it would push the harsh herbal odour away.

“God, it reeks in here.” A hint of southern accent when she spoke.

Born and raised in Louisiana, she learned all about cooking and Catholicism from her mother’s mother, interests she wasn’t fortund enough to pass down to her own daughter.

“I was just burning some sage,” Magic said.

Mrs. Jones rolled her eyes while making her way to the vanity cluttered with makeup products. It was beyond disappointing to her that Magic engaged in such acts of witchery, then again there wasn’t much she didn’t find disappointing when it came to her daughter. In retrospect, Magic always thought it was hyporcritical of her mother to go to church every Sunday when she was clearly breaking her vows.

“I thought you’d already left,” Magic said.

Mrs. Jones set her wool trench coat down on the vanity chair. “Where are those earrings you borrowed last week?” Her hands already riffling through the jewellery box. She moved a few things around until she spotted the pair of emerald earrings next to a rack of lipsticks. “Never mind. Here they are.” She looked herself in the lighted makeup mirror and put the earrings on. “I fear they’re too ladylike for you,” she said expressing her well hidden inner cattiness.

Magic didn’t even care what came out of her mother’s mouth anymore. She understood that there came a hard time in life when a child had to realize their parents were not perfect. That they’re human, and humans are barely more than monkeys in shoes. Her mother started seeing another man a few months ago. Either it was an affair or maybe her parents had agreed to an open relationship, but kept it quiet to avoid stigma or talking to her about it. All she knew for sure was that it wasn’t her job to police her parents marriage.

Mrs. Jones fixed the neckline of her wrap dress and smirked. “Do you really think I can’t smell what you’re doing in here?”

“Oh that, must be the sage,” She fretted.

“Mhmm.”

A sudden stinging sensation manifested itself in the palm of Magic’s hand and she let out a small ouch.

Mrs. Jones turned, extending her arm. “The entire upstairs reeks of marijuana. You think I don’t know when you smoke.” She brought the joint to her lips and took a long drag, letting the smoke fill her lungs for a moment. “At least you’re not getting cheap shit,” she exhaled.

Magic was relieved her mother wasn’t going to give an hour lecture about the dangers of smoking weed.

“You’re lucky it’s your birthday.” Mrs. Jones spoke through a furrowed brow when a honk came from outside. “Now with that said, I’m already late.” She took one last look at herself in the mirror, tucking in a loose strand of hair. “Your father is downstairs watching tv. There’s leftovers in the refrigerator if you get hungry.” She put her coat over her shoulders, then looked her daughter dead in the eyes. “You do not leave this house,” she said in an uncompromising tone. “I don’t want you hanging out with that homo friend of yours and pulling the same shit as last month.” Mrs. Jones held up her woven clutch, pointing her index finger at her daughter. “No leaving the house. I mean it. I don’t care if it’s your birthday. You don’t know what kind of horrors await a girl like you.”

“Yes, mom.” Magic would say anything to get her mother to leave. “Your ride’s waiting.”

Mrs. Jones slipped out and the door shut behind her. In one quick motion she leapt onto her bed, looking out the window where she saw a strangers vehicle in the driveway. She watched her mom get into the silver Eldorado, keeping an eye on the vehicle until it pulled out of the driveway. A sudden ring pierced the silence and the iPhone on her nightstand lit up with a new text message.

Magic flipped her hair back and shuffled over to her vanity, facing the mirror and thinking about what colours would work best. She quickly regretted not having tested her make up before. Her friends would surely go all out and she had to look fabulous if she wanted to keep up with them. Fortunately, she had already tweaked her eyebrows to flawlessness. Her face and neck had already been contoured and highlighted, and her clear almond-shaped nails had been filled earlier that week. This was her 18th Birthday after all. Still, there was much to do and little time.

She prepared all of her products and began the makeup process. First, applying black liquid eyeliner, a crucial part of her everyday look. Second, she applied mascara making her eyelashes wispy and cat-like. To really pull her makeup together, she applied a shimmery shade of dusty rose coloured lip stain that made her lips look extra plump and pouty. For her hair, she straightened it with a flat iron for a neater look making the strands even longer.

Magic tossed her clothes on the floor in front of the laundry hamper which was already full of clothes. She slipped into a white mini dress full of whimsy with an intricate paisley lace overlay and nude lining. It had an open scalloped neckline and sheer sleeves. On her feet, she wore Dr. Martens platform boots another critical aspect to her everyday look. Lastly, a set of delicate wings that were so realistic, turning her into a bejewelled angel.

By the time she’d finished taking a few selfies hoping at least one would be profile worthy, the rumbling of a truck engine could be heard outside. Magic looked out the window and saw the old red Chevy pickup. The young man in the driver’s seat smiled and waved.

Ricky was pubescent looking, but tall with black hair long enough to be swept back. That night, he wore a black and white skeleton onesie as a costume with the sleeves pushed back revealing his tattooed arms. He was a well established bad boy known for his tattoos, playing the drums and being a descent skateboarder.

“One minute,” Magic mouthed before shuffling over to her laptop. She put an extensively long playlist on and turned up the volume, making it easier to slip in and out of the house more subtly. Then, she cautiously crawled out of the window and they drove off.

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awesomemakeupcosmeticblog-blog · 5 years ago

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Using bright colours for monsoon makeup

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Refreshing monsoon showers are a blessing after the hot months of summer. But the clouded days, overcast with grey can have a melancholic effect on us. Whites, pastels and light colours that were our favourite in summer can seem dull and boring. When it comes to makeup products, the no-makeup look, that has been trending, is definitely meant for monsoons. But that does not mean you should shun bright colours altogether. Bright makeup

.is a great way of pepping up the long, gloomy rainy days and stand out in the crowd. Think, bold eye makeup, created with jazzy colours, pop lips and bold brow. The perfect way to add some fun to your rainy season makeup regimen.

Coloured eyeshadows are hot, hot, hot this season, as the early SS18 catwalk shows predicted. Whether you’re blending bright shades for a flawless finish or hoping to create a statement eye trend, it’s all about colour. From 80s blue and deep reds, bright pinks like magenta and fuschia, purple and plums to lime green, yellow and tangerine, the international runways were rife with the brightest shades of eye makeup.

So, by embracing bright colours in makeup, you are not only jazzing up the dull days but are also on-trend. Here are some vogue-worthy colours to try that will take your look from drab to fab.

Bright pinks Pinks are hawt this season, take a cue from PeeCee when she wowed the world with her fuchsia makeup on the Met Gala red carpet. Pink comes in a variety of shades and can add that much-needed pop to gloomy days. Pink is touted as a girly colour but it is a versatile colour can be used for all kinds of occasions, from everyday looks to party and weddings. Pink is the favourite colour of choice of many women when it comes to lips and blush. But now it’s making its way in eye makeup too in form of eyeshadow and eyeliners. It can brighten up the face and goes with most of the skin tones. Women of ages can wear pink makeup and the choice of colour is endless; from light shades of pink to medium to deeper and brighter hues. Choose from colours like rose, watermelon, fuschia, hot pink, magenta to make heads turn.

Electrifying blues Blue has always been a dynamic and classy colour, and there’s no exception when it comes to makeup. First of all, the wide range of shades blue has to offer is mesmerising in itself. It’ll be safe to say that there’s a blue for every skin tone! Use the blue waterproof kajal eyeliner, eyeshadow or if you are daring enough, try the blue lipstick and watch your days turn. Agreed, blue can be a tricky colour when it comes to makeup but finding the right shade can make all the difference. If you are not sure, start by experimenting, yes, the more you try the more you’ll understand. From pearly pastels, cobalt, to electric brights, blue has everything. Monsoon is the ideal time to start experimenting. A simple swipe of blue on the eyes as the liner can be striking enough. For the party, try a shimmery shade of blue eyeshadow makeup to make your eyes pop. Match your eye makeup with your Denim to make it fun! Fair-skinned people can totally pull of pastel and light to bright shades of blue. On medium to dark skin, vivid colours like cerulean blue and navy blue show up beautifully.

Refreshing citrusy shades

Shades like lime green, yellow and tangerine were big on the International runways and have now translated to everyday life. Yes, makeup lovers across the globe are readily using these trendy hues to add a pop of colour to their look. Be it eyeliners, eyeshadow or even blush, yes you heard it right, the yellow blush trend was an Instagram favourite with many people trying it out and giving it a thumbs up. Just a swipe or two of these zesty shades can jazz up the look in a jiffy without trying too hard. If you do not want to go too bright, try from warmer shades like mustard, olive and moss green. If you like to go all out with the brights, colours like parrot green, emerald green, canary yellow and marmalade orange. You can also combine the brights with each other and white, for added drama.

Royal purple The Colour Purple is now a popular shade in makeup. After Ultra Violet was declared as Pantone Colour of The Year 2018, purple or violet makeup quickly became the choice of colour for many. We are not surprised as purple has always been the colour of substance, especially for those who like to be different. Purple eyeshadow, eyeliner, lipstick and even face highlighter, are quite popular. More so, the bands are coming with the more wearable version of the shade so there is choice galore. Now, your rainy days need not be boring at all as naughty purple can perk it up.

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mewlingquibbler-blog · 7 years ago

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My makeup basics

I thought I’d talk about makeup today. I’m a makeup wearer, I have been for about 6 or 7 years by now. I love doing my makeup every morning, it’s something that relaxes me and I like to spend time figuring out what to do with it every morning. Now I understand that if you’re not a makeup wearer then this is pretty difficult to understand. But now that I’ve rambled on for 10 minutes I’ll get to what this post is actually about. I wanted to take you through my favourite products and some basic things that I’ve picked up over the years of wearing makeup whilst still being pretty poor (I am a student after all). I’m from the UK so I’m not sure if all of these brands will be familiar to you, sorry about that but I only know products that I’ve tried myself.

Foundation:

I’ve used lots of different foundations and am yet to find one that does all the things that I want it to on its own. My best tip for you is to find one that does most of the things that you want it to (i.e. Is full coverage or doesn’t cake or has your colour) and then to mix this with other foundations/foundation mixers to achieve the best result for you. Personally, I use three different products just for my foundation because that works best for me. Don’t be afraid to experiment and mix different things to find what works best for you. I use a really expensive flashy foundation (Lancôme Teint Idole Ultra) as this is the one that does most things best for me. Then I mix this with a super cheap foundation (any Collection foundation tbh) so that I can actually afford to wear it and lastly, I mix both of these with a white foundation mixer (NYX Pro foundation mixer) because I’m super pale and can never find my shade.

Powder/Setting Spray etc:

I’m still not happy with the powder that I’m currently using as my makeup doesn’t stay like I think it should, however, like I’ve said before, I am too poor to just throw it away so I guess I’m stuck with it for now. I use a super cheap translucent powder (Rimmel Clear Complexion Transparent powder) and out of the ones I’ve tried so far, it’s the best value for money as the more expensive ones do the same thing but cost three times as much. I’ve also tried a few different setting sprays from various different brands but they’re just not my cup of tea to be honest with you. I find that I feel like I still look shiny and don’t like how my foundation feels afterwards. I’m also terrified to touch anything because my foundation stayed super transferable so I’m sorry but setting sprays are not for me.

Blush/Bronzer/Highlight/Contour/You know what I mean:

I’m not a massive fan of blush all that much because I’ve always had pretty naturally rosy cheeks and I never wanted to draw attention to that, however I found a blush (Max Factor crème puff blush) about 9 months ago that I love to bits and will never part with. It is such a beautiful peachy colour (which I feel works better when you aren’t a blush fan, like me) and it has a gold shimmer running through it (my favourite shade is lovely pink but they’re all gorgeous!) so if you fancy going without highlighter for a bit, its built in to your blush! Fab! Now I don’t know about you but it took me absolutely ages to figure out the difference between contour and bronzer. I could never figure out what the difference was in the products and found it really difficult to find a contour shade that I liked. They were all just too orange for me. Now I won’t claim that this tip came from me, I stole it from the lovely Mykie of Glam and Gore (you should already be a huge fan like me but if not, you should go look her up… she’s hilarious). The difference between contour and bronzer, especially for pale people is the type of brown you go for. A bronzer should be a warm brown (like an orangey brown) and a contour brown should be a cool toned brown (with greyish undertones). This is because a bronzer is to simulate a tanned complexion, and a contour is to simulate shadows. To change the shape of your face. I’ve never bothered much with highlighter as I’m usually fine with just my fabulous blush, but I used a double contour/highlight palette from Collection with a shimmery pink highlight and that seems to work just fine for me.

Eyes:

Wow there’s a lot of eye things out there. *Deep breath* Let’s go! Ok firstly I know everyone loves eyeshadows, but they’re so fucking expensive. So, I’ve done loads of searching and my favourite brands are Sleek (if you like shimmery shadows) and Revolution (for more matte shades) as they are the best value for money in my opinion. I’ve never been good at eyeliner and even now it takes me about 20 minutes to do a winged liner so most of the time I don’t bother. Personally, I prefer a liquid eyeliner (mine is Rimmel London exaggerate) but I know that can be difficult to start with. When I was still getting to grips with eyeliner I used a couple of tricks, I found a matte black eyeshadow and a small angled brush and used that for eyeliner (I still do when I’m in a rush). The second trick I use is to use my pencil liner to line above the lash rather than just in the water line, then use your small angled brush to smoke this out too. Both of these methods really helped me to get to grips with lining my eyes before I moved on to liquid liner. These tricks are perfect if you don’t mind slightly more smoked liner, just beware that they don’t last as well as a liquid liner. Now for mascara, I’ve always like a more natural look when it comes to mascara so my everyday mascara is a black/brown from Max Factor as this gives a slightly less extreme and more natural look for every day wear. When going out or when I feel like using a black mascara I don’t have a specific favourite but I have a small trick if you have one of those crazy XXL volumizing, can do 11 things in one, type of mascaras (you know the ones I’m talking about). I feel like that type of mascara always clumps for me as soon as you open the thing. So rather than throw it away or get clumpy as shit lashes, a little trick is to run the brush under hot water, only for a second, don’t wash that shit down the drain. And there you go! Clump free and perfect!

Lips:

Now I’m a massive fan of lipsticks, I’ve always preferred them to lip gloss and I tend to prefer matte to gloss shades but you do you or whatever. My favourite brands are generally NYX, Rimmel London and Soap and Glory. I love NYX liquid suede lipsticks, Rimmel Kate Moss matte lipsticks are really good, and whilst I only have one lipstick from Soap and Glory I feel I have to mention it because it’s the best one I own. It stays well, doesn’t taste disgusting (which is an actual factor that I take into account) and the colour is really vibrant. My only problem with Soap and Glory is that they have a very limited selection of shades, but I guess you can’t have everything. I always feel like you shouldn’t be afraid to experiment with the lipsticks you wear. I have a black and a dark blue liquid lipstick and while they’re not everyone’s cup of tea, I think they look lovely when you’re in the mood.

I think that’s all I’ve got in me for now. I might answer makeup questions or talk a bit more about it at a later time but I’m no professional so I can just give you opinions. Have a good day if you made it this far!

Tasha xx

#makeup #tips and tricks #ramblings #just my opinion #thanks for reading

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