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[princessbrunette]

˚˖𓍢ִ🐰໋✧˚.🎀୨୧ ⋅˚₊

let’s go back to my roots. let’s talk about girly, prissy, spoiled bunny!reader with rafe.

you’re untouchable, kook royalty just for your attachment to the cameron’s but you don’t even care about all of that. all you care about, is rafes time money and attention.

he loves you a lot, but more so — he puts up with your shit. whilst you don’t have much of an attitude, soft in all corners of your life, you can still manage to be a nightmare. you clutter his sink with your makeup and skincare, decidedly a maximalist when it came to your self care and beautification rituals. he plucks a clump of mink eyelashes from the side of the sink, something he nearly mistook for a spider and sets it aside— only calling out a “jesus chr — bun, told you to clear out your shit. my bathroom looks like fuckin’ sephora. in here, now.” before he hears the soft padding of your feet come tottering along, happy to do as your told.

if that’s not making him huff and puff — it’ll surely be the outfits, moreso scraps of fabric you parade around in. expensive, according to his black card, for items of clothing that cover so little — and he can’t say you don’t get your moneys worth, toddling around in strappy powder pink dresses that leave nothing to the imagination or white mini skirts that cling to the fold of the bottom of your ass cheeks, giving not only the chumps at the country club a good look — but his closest friends too. his life had become a sequence of tugging down your hem, manhandling you to be decent. “you—y-you think i need my fuckin’ friends getting an eyeful of your pussy each time you move? are we gonna have to have another talk about what’s appropriate, bunny girl? huh? or maybe the belt will help you learn a valuable lesson. fuck.” he sulks, stomping around after his threat. you’re clung to his bicep with a dazed smile only five minutes later because his mean treatment usually flew through one bedazzled ear and came out the other. soft and dopey as ever.

back to him ‘putting up with you’, there’s a ton of reasons why that is. like aforementioned, he does love you a lot. you’re his little prized possession, his trophy. you were soft in all the ways that mattered and understanding, always listening when no one else would, even if he was admittedly in the wrong. that, and you really did fuck like a bunny rabbit.

you had a libido that was constantly set to high, all hours of the day. you were a chronic pillow humper when rafe wasn’t available to sate you, the man often times walking in to find you teary eyed with a white lacy thong binding your spread knees, pulled down just enough to grind your messy, glossy pussy against the fluffed white pillow from his side of the bed. because really, you were a chronic rafe humper— but you were well behaved enough to know that sometimes he had to handle business and didn’t have the time to feed your greedy cunt.

you’d grown accustom to taking him in any position too, whether it was in doggy style — waving your plush ass in the air, pointing that fluffy pink bunny-tail butt plug straight at him as you mewl into expensive pillows, or you’re crouched on his lap on the couch, feet planted either side of him, a high pitched whimper punched out of you each time you slam your hips back down on his cock, mushroom tip thumping your cervix. you said you liked the pain, liked when it bruised, liked when you could still feel him the next day when you missed him. reminded you of how grateful you are to have a boyfriend who dicks you good.

you had a little obsession that was serving as a problem though— having to give you plenty of ‘sit down talks’ when he talks to you real slow like you’re stupid because you keep begging him to breed you. it seemed no amount of “sweetheart, i’on know how many times i have to say this to get it through that head, but you are too young for a baby. i—i gotta get my shit together first, alright? promised you as many babies as you want after i secure tannyhill did i not? i…i really need your patience… okay?” would stop you from bouncing on his cock with a feverish and determined look in your eye, or locking your legs around his waist when he’s about to nut— babbling tearfully as you beg “please daddy, please gimme a baby. please want — want your babies!”

you’re lucky he was so much stronger than you, often wrestling you down to straddle your face and aim his cock at your mouth before he blew his load, gritting out a spiteful “well you’re gonna have to fuckin’ swallow them ‘til the time comes. fuck.” through gritted teeth as you mewl miserably (but lap it up nonetheless)

you gave him trouble, but nothing he couldn’t handle. he wouldn’t trade his spoiled bunny girl for the world.

˚˖𓍢ִ🐰໋✧˚.🎀୨୧ ⋅˚₊

[skiiyoomin]

ʚCont: none, just tooth rotting fluff, gender neutral

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a/n this is just a short little drabble i made cause Kiri has been on my mind all morning thanks to the most adorable fanart i saw 🥹

If anybody asked Kirishima what one of his favorite moments with you is, he´d say it´s the little domestic routine the both of you created.

It didn´t take much to convince him that splashing water on his face and spraying 10 kilos of Axe deodorant wasn´t an actual skincare routine. Then again, he always gives in to you and to him your word is the law. If his pretty partner said he needed a real skincare routine, then that´s what he needed, no questions asked. But...what does he even have to do? He has no clue what each product is for, what order it goes in, he´s watched you do this millions of times, why can´t he remember? is-

"Baby, sit down please"

Your honey sweet voice snapped him out of his stupor, and obediently as always, he sat down on the vanity chair. His eyes were wide open and following your every move as you grabbed the countless bottles of god knows what. Whatever nerves he felt immediately eased away when you turned to him with that giddy smile on your face he loved so much. Oh how down bad he was for you.

You placed a beauty band on his head, pushing back his red hair that you loved running your hands through, though he´s sure he loved it more than you did. His eyes fluttered close when you began applying the products, your hands patting his skin gently.

He felt the liquidy coolness of the serums, and the hydrating feeling of the lotions and creams. He lost track of time, had it been 10 minutes? 5 minutes? Well, either way, he didn´t want that moment to end. The feeling of your soft hands touching his face in the softest manners made him feel like he could drop fast asleep right then and there.

The sound of your giggle made his eyes open once more, a sweet smile tugging at his lips. "What´s so funny sweetheart?" He asks, resting his hands on your waist and instinctively pulling you close.

You giggle once more, your own hands finding purchase on his jaw and tilting his head up. He looked up at you like you were his whole world, and you couldn´t help but feel your heart swelling with adoration for him. Your body answered before your mind could even think as your head tilting down to kiss his soft lips. He was always fully convinced your lips were an addiction, because when you began to pull away, he quickly leaned up chasing after your lips. A few more pecks afterwards, you fully pulled away and smiled down at him with the softest look in your eyes.

"I just think you´re cute"

Is it normal to feel so giddy inside? Well, he doesn´t really care.

"Me? Cute? You got that wrong, you´re the cute one"

He says teasingly whilst tickling your sides. You squeal and try to pull away from his touch, but alas, all those hours at the gym weren´t for nothing. The joyous sound of your laugh made Kirishima feel like he was in heaven, a laugh errupting from his own throat.

"No! You´re cute!"

You scream out between laughs and squeals. His strong arms engulf around you and pick you up with ease, carrying you over his shoulder. He spins around until you screech. "Put me down put me down!"

He gently sets you back down on your feet and cackles at the way your air looked like it went through a tornado and the way your cheeks were flushed. He leans down to press kiss after to kiss to the soft skin of your face, murmuring in between "You gonna admit you´re cuter? Or you wanna be a sack of potatoes again"

You giggle at the ticklish feeling of his skin on yours. And as prideful as you were, you in fact did not want to be slinged around like that again. "Fine fine"

"Good" He says, pulling away and giving you some space. Wrong move, because in that small space, you quickly ran off while waving your crossed fingers around "I lied!"

It didn´t take long for him to snap out of it and quickly chase after you. Oh you were so going to pay for that.

Yup, these were definetly his favorite moments with you.

[cambankromyy]

TRUE COLORS (03): the ticket to freedom - (smau & irl au) childhood bsf!rafe cameron x thornton!reader

series masterlist; general masterlist; taglist

PART 2- PART 3 - PART 4

synopsis;

Yn Thornton is Topper's little sister and the Cameron siblings' best friend. Growing up, She, Topper, Sarah, and Rafe were like royalty on Figure 8, but the pressure of being at the top of the kook hierarchy left her feeling trapped. While sarah and yn broke free, embracing life with the Pogues, Rafe stayed behind, burdened by his fathers expectations. As she found freedom outside the kook world, Rafe spiraled, torn between the life he hated and his need to hold on to her- the one person who truly understood him.

chapter overview;

yn wakes up to the sound of seagulls and sunlight streaming through her curtains, her phone buzzing with a message from Sarah inviting her to a bonfire later that evening. After reflecting on the previous night, yn is thrown off by an unexpected encounter with Ruthie at home, prompting her to head to Tannyhill to find Sarah. There, she runs into Rafe, with sarah being on a date with john b, and they quickly fall back into their familiar, nostalgic rhythm. When Sarah returns, she suggests they get ready for the bonfire, and the two girls bond over plans for the night ahead.

you wake to the sound of seagulls and sunlight streaming through your curtains. you smiled as you recalled walking home with rafe from the country club, but was quickly replaced by a pit in your stomach. fuck. sofia and rafe. before more negative thoughts could fill your head, your phone on the nightstand buzzed.

groaning, you reach for it, the screen lighting up with Sarah’s name.

you sigh, tossing your phone across your bed before dragging yourself up. laughter and muffled voices echo from downstairs. odd, since your parents weren’t supposed to be home. It was just you and topper.

shrugging it off, you start your morning routine; teeth brushed, hair done, skincare complete. by the time you head downstairs, you’re ready for breakfast. what you’re not ready for is the scene that greets you.

"ruthie?" you blurt, your voice sharp with disbelief.

there she is, standing in your kitchen, laughing with Topper like belongs there.

she glances over her shoulder, giving you an innocent look that you know is anything but. "oh! good morning yn" she says, her voice syrupy sweet, but that smug little smirk betrays her.

"what the fuck are you doing here?" you demand, your annoyance bubbling to the surface.

topper looks up from where he’s cooking, confused. "What’s your problem? She just stayed over. It’s not a big deal."

Not a big deal? Your jaw tightens as you glare at him, shaking your head. He really didn’t get it.

"no fucking way," you mutter, turning on your heel before your anger spills over. You’re not about to stand there and watch Ruthie act like she owns the place.

"yo!" topper calls after you, his confusion growing. "you not gonna eat breakfast?"

you ignore him, your steps quickening as Ruthie’s laughter follows you. "Oh, c’mon, top. She’s just being a brat," she says, her tone dripping with fake sympathy.

her voice sends a wave of frustration through you, but you don’t stop. you grab your keys, head to the garage, and climb into your car. anywhere was better than here right now.

as you back out of the driveway, you hear topper shout again. "where are you going? dude!"

you hear him, but you don’t respond. instead, you pull out of the garage, heading toward tannyhill. being with sarah had to be better than dealing with that.

you pull into the driveway at tannyhill, turning off the engine and sitting in the silence for a moment. the house looms in front of you, quiet except for the faint rustle of leaves in the breeze.

grabbing your keys, you make your way to the door, ringing the doorbell. nothing.

"sar?" you call, starting to knock.

no response.

you sigh, leaning against the doorframe, pulling out your phone to text her.

"fuck" you mutter to yourself, debating whether or not to go home. before you can start walking toward your car, you hear footsteps approaching the door, and before you can do anything, it swings open.

"yn"

answering the door for you was rafe; hair a mess, shirtless, and clearly fresh out of bed. he squints at you, rubbing his eyes as he adjusts to the daylight.

His voice is groggy, and his confusion is obvious. "what are you doing here?"

"I came to see Sarah," you reply, trying not to laugh at how out of it he looks. "didn’t realize she wasn’t home."

Rafe yawns, stepping back to let you in. "she’s out with John B or something," he mumbles, scratching the back of his head. "come in, though."

you hesitate for a second, glancing at your car, but the thought of going home makes you sigh. "fine," you say, stepping past him into the familiar house.

you sat down on the couch next to rafe, the room filled with the familiar, comfortable silence you two always had. he lazily strummed his guitar, and you leaned back, letting the memories flood in. it felt just like middle school again—when you and rafe would always end up together while sarah and tpper were macking each other. late-night talks, sneaking into places you shouldn’t, and walking to the country club to put anything and everything on ward camerons tab. the nostalgia was thick in the air, and you both fell into your usual banter—you forgot how much you loved this.

the sound of a car pulling into the driveway interrupted the easy atmosphere, and before you could even register it, the front door opened, and sarah stepped inside. her eyes landed on you and rafe sitting so comfortably together, and you could see the surprise flash across her face. but, after a brief pause, she just smiled and shook her head.

"well, look who decided to hang out," she said, her tone light and casual. It wasn’t a big deal—just a comment, but you could tell she was a little taken aback by the two of you being together without her or topper.

"yeah, had to escape topper and ruthie," you said rolling your eyes, trying to change the topic from you and rafe.

sarah raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything more. instead, she gave you a knowing grin.

you followed sarah to her room, rafe's gaze following you all the way up the stairs. he missed this too.

sarah let you borrow her "cute but pogue approved" outfit for the bonfire, as she gave you the john b john d debrief from their date. you two did your hair, makeup, and got ready for the bonfire, and before you knew it, it was time to leave.

tags: @marleymarleymarleymarley, @queenvane64, @raeven-marie43 @idiotussupremus @sereneera

[psychesalcove]

For the 100 event could I request Leo with the prompt: ֶָ֢”I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because i know you're going to look so good and I need to try and match up” :D

✧.* leo valdez x fem reader

my posts are completely race and body type friendly (unless stated in title) so no descriptive words here of someone's skin tone or body shape!! feel free to interact:)

part of psyches, 'in memory of those who chose the sea' event

-> want to participate in the event?

an: thanks for requesting my love!! i love this prompt with leo so so much oh my gods. i also made this a fem reader, so i hope none of you mind. love ya 🩷🫶🏻

you stood infront of the mirror on the wall as you double checked your makeup and hair. leo and you are heading out soon to meet the rest of the seven for dinner at some college restaurant–bar that percy recommended.

well, you would be on your way, if leo wasn't still in the bathroom.

you brushes a light finger over your cheek to level out your blush more before yelling out to leo. 'leo baby! we need to leave soon if we wanna meet them in the parking lot,"

all you got in response: muffleed sound of shuffling and something falling off of the counter in the bathroom. and, leo yelping. you rolled your eyes affectionately at him, pulling out your phone from your purse to quickly text the group chat that you'll be a couple minutes late.

after you made sure the text went though, you walked over to the bathroom and knocked on the door. knowing leo was always okay with you coming in, you opened the door and was met with quite the sight.

skincare products were all over the counter; along with hair gels, brushes, and even some makeup. you opened your mouth and blinked at the sight. leo grinned sheepishly at you. 'hi amor. i promise that i'll clean up the mess,' he said, eyes flickering over to the counter.

'hon, what are you doing?' you laughed, stepping more into the room. your eyes drifted over to leos hair; which was covered in hair gel. 'leo!' you gasped. 'love, what were you trying to do?' you laughed again, taking account of the amount of gel in his curls.

'amor,' he wined. 'stop making fun of me,' he turned on the sink and cupped his hands to collect water in them.

'i'm not making fun of you, love. just wanna know what you're doing,' you giggled, watching him as he dumped water onto his brown curls and started working the water though the hair. 'so, what are you doing?' you repeated.

'baby, i've been trying to get ready for like an hour n' half because i know you're going to look so good and i need to try and match up,' he explained focus still on working the water through his hair.

your heart midly felt like exploding from the confession. 'hon, you realize that i think you're the most handsome person i've ever seen, why would i need you to match up with me?' you asked as you moved to assist leo with his hair.

leo whined again. 'amor, i love you, but please,' he said, leaning into your touch. 'both of us know you're the more attractive out of us,'

'leo, do you not realize how many girls stare at you in public on a daily basis?' you asked, finally getting the rest of the gel out of his hair.

he tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy. 'nah, they're all looking at you amor,' he said, waving his hand in dismissal to your statement. you shook your head at leo not believing you, knowing every word you said was true; girls were all over him.

you kissed his cheek. 'we'll talk when we get home, we're gonna be late to dinner' you said as you grabbed a towel from a shelve and starting drying his hair in quick motions. once you were done, you kissed his lips with a quick peck before walking out.

you grabbed your purse as leo got the car keys, both of you making your way to the door. 'leo don't forget your flannel, you're gonna get cold if you don't bring it; like last time,' you scolded.

[chuuyascvntylovelock]

FEMALE Soukoku headcanons.

-Headcanons are often inaccurate or otherwise mischaracterising, Again these headcanons my personal opinion, some I might do in the future will be nsfw or sesbian lex related but I'm not at all making that the characters whole personality in my eyes, I just like reading smut alot l.

The headcanons in this one will be visual related, I'm not at all sexualising these characters i just think this is what they would look like as females.

Dazai-

1.Dazai would have wavy hair reaching her down near the start of her forearm, The wave in her looks a little more wild bc of its breakage and frizziness, I image she doesn't really care all that much abt her hair.

2.No skin routine just water😭🫶 Had teen acne in mafia days but not as bad as Chuuya. No makeup just raw face, moisturiser? She don't know her.

3.Clothes are exactly the same as male version except of course fitted to her body, I image her bolo tie being looser and her jacket reaching lower then male Dazai

(Before next one yes i am female so i know sht okay, also its not like "aww yeah boobies" its hmm genderbended i wonder what he'll look like as a women with WOMEN body 😭✌️)

4.About the same height as male dazai but thiner, for some reason i see Dazai as a flat chested women, not to flat tho like B-C cup, I also headcanon that she got them around 15-16 and would make fun of Chuuya for her flat chest😭 She also has a average but size.

(AGAIN i am a women, I'm not talking abt this in a weird perv way i just simply am imagining what a character might look like in my eyes)

Chuuya-

(Ik Japanese ppl don't tend to have curls but this is also the same universe where a russian man dies then comes back to life in another persons body sooo)

1.Natural ginger, not a love lock anymore but she does the same type of style but just has a pony tail which she pushes onto her shoulder, natural curly and not like coils i mean ringlets, she straightens her hair ALOT tho but bc of how rich she is she is able to afford products that can still keep her natural curls healthy and strong and avoid breakage. Very much freaks out when it rains bc she dont want her hair wet, also has a 11 step hair care routine and then sleep with a silk bonnet on. Also either straight or curly her hair is frizz free, soft and shiny.

2.WILDDD skin routine like i mean she has CUPBOARDS of skincare. She doesn't even use most of it she just buys it uses it to see if she wants to fit it into her routine and if she doesn't want to she just shoves it into a packed cupboard filled with skin care makeup. Because of this she has immaculate skin. Had HORRID teen acne and thats why she has such a complex routine.

3. Same with Dazai clothes are the same, she wears boots that have a little bit of a platform to make her taller (i imagine shes shorter then male Chuuya), when shes going to work but isn't doing any physical missions and just paperwork she wears black heels to work. She has her clothes custom made bc of her small size yet larger chest, hard to find clothes that will fit her (Im talking abt this like its in my counties fitting, which prolly wouldn't provide adult sizes big enough for Chuuya).

4.as i said before shorter then male chuuya, shes thin but not so thin that its like she doesnt have organs😭, She has a larger butt then Dazai, because unlike dazai she works out at the gym yk bc shes like the main ass kicker in the mafia, bc chuuya mostly fights with her legs squats are what both female and male chuuya would do to insure flexibility and other muscle stuff😭 and squats tend to give you a bigger butt, and as i said before larger boobs so Im going to say D-E or maybe E-F.

(Also boobs are just pieces of fat and as i just described Chuuya to be small her fat would go else where via breasts)

Yeah so those are my headcanons Ima post Soukoku Relationship stuff soon😜✌️

[icantrememberwhoiwaslastdecember]

i'm a horrible writer but-

keefitz fanfic :)

i kind of hate it tbh but here it is :D (only chapter one, that's as far as i've gotten so far)

under the cuttt

TW: minor swearing <3

Fitz stared at the ceiling of his room, shifting slightly to get into a more comfortable position. He heard footsteps outside of his door and groaned. 

"Biana, I swear to the stars, if you're trying to steal more of my skin care products, I will put a lock on my door." He sat up, surprised to see it was not his beauty-product stealing sister, but instead a grinning Keefe. 

"You know, maybe I'll steal some of those skincare products, Fitzy..."

Fitz rolled his eyes at his best friend's comment, sitting up in his bed. "Hello you too, Keefe. Why are you here? I thought tou and Sophie were doing something..?" He asked, leaning back as he waved Keefe over.

"Oh, you know, just dropping in to make sure my bestie hasn't died on me." Keefe shrugged, falling back onto Fitz's bed. "You sounded pretty sick the other day, y'know."

Fitz remembered talking to Keefe the other day- the conversation... hadn't ended so pleasantly.

"So... Fitzy boy, what've you been up to that made you look like hell?"

"What!? I don't look like hell!"

"Deny it all you want- you've got  huge bags under your eyes and your voice sounds off. You pulled another all-nighter, didn't you?"

"Well, uh... not exactly..."

"What do you mean not exactly?"

"...two allnighters. I only slept for an hour the other day as well..."

"EXCUSE ME!? Fitzy, you HAVE to take better care of yourself! That's stupid- three days, only an hour of sleep."

"I know it's stupid, it's just...I haven't been able to sleep, okay? Can you just drop it?"

"No, no, no, I am NOT dropping this, Fitzy. You couldn't sleep, or wouldn't? Were you up all night thinking about a certain blonde somebody..?"

"What? No! That's- no- no!"

"Not convincing me there, Golden Boy."

"Oh, by all the stars, just drop it, Keefe!"

"You need to get more sleep!"

"You need to stop poking into my business!"

"It's my business if you're harming yourself by not getting enough sleep."

"Keefe- drop it!"

"No, Fitzy, you need more sleep, I'm not going to just drop it. You're going to burn yourself out."

"Shut up! SHUT. UP. I don't need you going on and on about how horrible my sleep schedule is, can you just let me handle things by myself for once!?"

"Fitzy-"

"No. Just...just go, Keefe. Please."

"Okay."

Fitz had been trying to put the memories of the conversation behind, but of course- being his stressed, emotional self- he couldn't. He groaned as he leaned back into his bed, glancing at Keefe. 

"I've gotten sleep since the other day, if that's what you're asking. Only four hours the other night, but last night I got six." Fitz finally said, although Keefe just rolled his eyes.

"Oh, wow, such an amazing sleep schedule!"

"Shut up." Fitz's voice was laced with mild amusement, however. He didn't have the energy to be irritated. "What did you really come here for, Keefe? I doubt you'd abandon your project with Sophie for nothing."

"You really underestimate me, Fitzy...it's disappointing, really!"

"Keefe!"

"Alright, alright." Keefe chuckled. "I came to give you something. Grizel was on edge today, though. She stole what I have for you and looked over it for a full five minutes before letting me in, y'know. I was scared she and Sandor had swapped places." He took an object out of his pocket, offering it to Fitz.

Fitz took a good look at the object, realising what it was. "I asked you if you could look for this...years ago..!" He gasped. It was a small glass locket, with a picture of him and Keefe with their arms around each other's shoulders inside. "I lost it when I was with you over two years ago...how the fuck did you find it!?" 

Keefe chuckled at Fitz's reactions. "There, there, language, Fitzy! I found this just the other day, remember when you made me promise if I found the locket, I'd bring it back to you? Wasn't gonna break that promise, was I?" He grinned. 

Fitz took the locket from Keefe, astonished. He couldn't believe Keefe had been able to find this, after the locket had been lost for two whole years. "I- this is- wow..."

He didn't know why he was reacting so strongly to this, it was just that... Fitz could remember clearly the day Keefe had given him this locket.

"Hey, Fitzy. It's been a whole year, y'know. A whole year since I found you sitting in the cafeteria all alone, trying to work on an assignment."

"I found YOU, remember? I don't know how you weren't caught holding a GULON of all things."

"Well, you know what happened after."

"Oh, I know all right. But what were you saying before?"

"Technically, it's our friendiversary. I think."

"Wait, it is?"

"So I got you a present!"

"It's...a locket. It's beautiful, Keefe!"

"Are you talking about me or the locket, Fitzy?"

"Can this be used to choke somebody?"

"You would never!"

"I have a feeling I just might."

"Aww, I thought I was your bestie, Fitzy! Anyways, where's YOUR gift?"

"Gift? I- uh-'

"Don't worry, Fitzy, I was-"

"Here! Flowers. I know you like daisies, here's a bunch of them!"

"...you just got those from the ground."

"No witnesses."

"Except me."

"You can't be your own witness! HAPPY FRIENDIVERSARY!"

The memory still made Fitz laugh when he thought about it. He and Keefe had been twelve, turning thirteen, then. They had been young and innocent.

"Thank you." Fitz shot Keefe a sincere smile. "I was so upset the day I lost this...my first friendiversary gift..."

Keefe chuckled. "Oh, you getting attached to a locket. Why am I not surprised?"

"Hey, I wasn't attached!" Fitz protested. "It had sentimental value!"

"Oh, yeah, because you were a lonely, sad child back then."

"I wasn't lonely! I had Biana, you know."

"Siblings don't count."

"Oh, come on."

This was how many conversations with Keefe seemed to go- tease, sarcasm, a light joke, an attempt to get Keefe to be serious.... but Fitz couldn't deny that he liked it.

"Sooo...." Keefe had a smirk on his face. This couldn't be good. "Those skincare products...didn't know you used those beauty products..." He grinned. "How often do you use these, dare I ask?"

Fitz groaned again. "You're the worst." He complained. "I- uh... I have a nightly routine.... and a morning routine."

Keefe burst into laughter. "Of course you do. Plus haircare, right? You are the craziest person I've ever met, Fitz Vacker."

Fitz rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on, you spend half an hour on your hair each morning! You can't say anything."

Keefe placed a hand over his heart, feigning mock offence. "How dare you accuse me of such felonies, Fitzy!"

"Felonies indeed."

[kurov1864]

Milgram idol au (pt.6)

005 Shidou:

Omg it's Shidou!! Didn't know people actually debuted when they were close to 30 but then again Milgram hired a fcking 12 year old so who am I to judge

Has that Korean ML type of styling. Like long overcoats, lots of neutral and darker colors + white, and whatever those actors like to wear while they're sipping coffee looking all hot and shit. Surprisingly marketed as a dad figure more than Kazui… not sure why either.

I saw somebody on Tumblr say this before and I could not agree more that he seems to be the type that has the dry skin + oily hair combo. Like predebut this man was spending 30 hours in the hospital everyday, his ass would not have time to shower or moisturize. Because of this his makeup team always have to leave him with very specific instructions on how to handle his skincare routine + products. I am entirely convinced that he would accidentally leave his serums and creams in the sun.

His fanbase has daddy issues man. Like they flock to him so they can have at least some form of fatherly affection (looks at Shidou fans)

Uses emojis on social media unironically.

I feel like with his fans he'll either care too much or too little about them. Either he gets super attached to them and tries to cheer them up the best he can, or just sees them as like a transactional relationship. Like yeah, he cares about them only because they're his fans. He doesn't really care for them as actual people.

Probably does those "doctor reacts" TikToks. He's usually a pretty calm and level-headed guy, but gods you should see the way this man absolutely rips those creators to shred. He has no tolerance or patience for those that spread medical rumours.

I forgot to mention this before but yeah he's the group leader of the entire wave. I'm not familiar with Kpop in general so forgive me if the leader is supposed to be like the most popular person or whatever, but he's a really responsible person who would actually fulfil their role no matter what they think of other people. Also pacifist so :D

Is his sense of humor outdated to the point where he can't understand his group member's jokes and just has to sit there with a smile on their face looking confused? Yes. But it's endearing.

Speaking of endearing I think many fans would like the way he's so serious while doing an unintentionally OOC thing. I don't think he lacks general logic in any way, it's just he's not familiar with the memes and trends today so sometimes he unintentionally does it TvT

Also has this air of quiet resignation whenever play fights break out within the group. Like they'll be shooting insult after insult on TV and he'll just sit next to them smiling in the overworked tired dad kinda way.

I could not for the life of me come up with a signature pose. I apologize.

Actually tbh he fits being an influencer more?? Should I just switch it to famous people,,, oh well too late to switch it now we're going full idol

[myheroacademia-headcanons]

Hi! I hope this is okay but would you do what would happen if deku caught y/n and bakugou doing facials/skincare together? Sorry if this is weird

So this was a really fun scenario to write, thanks for the ask!

-Mod Kendo

Bakugou reached for the washcloth he had just placed under the hot water. Y/N repeated the same action, but recoilded when they touched the water. 

“Are you sure it’s supposed to be this hot?” they asked, shaking their lightly scalded fingers?

Bakugou picked up his washcloth without any reaction and brought it to his face, steam rising off it through the gaps between his fingers. “Of course it is. How else are you planning to open up your pores?” He then placed it over his face and took a few deep breaths, sounding almost relaxed. 

Y/N grabbed their towel, which they could now hold since it had been sitting out of the water a few moments. They raised it to their face and felt the steam as they breathed. They had to admit, Bakugou was right. The hot towel was incredibly relaxing. 

After a few moments of steaming, the two removed their hot towels, and  set them back on the counter. 

“Alright,” Bakugou said, reaching into his toiletry bag, “now its soap, another rinse, syrum, another hot towel, and lotion.” He set out various tubes and creams as he spoke. 

Y/N took out the shopping bag full of skin care products they had picked out earlier and set them on the counter in the same order as Bakugou had a moment ago, then looked over to their friend for the next steps. 

Bakugou was scrubbing his face agressively fast, bubbles from his lathered soap flying off in all directions. His hair was held out of his face by a towel, wrapped around his head and tied in the front. Y/N didn’t have time to react to the scene before they heard footsteps that abruptly stopped in the bathroom door.

A surprised voice echoed through the room. “Kacchan?” 

***

Izuku was winding down for the night, all that was left was to brush his teeth before bed. So he grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste and sleepily stumbled towards the bathroom. He heard water running but didn’t think much of it until he rounded the corner into the doorway and froze.

Globs of bubbly soap were flying around the room, flung by the angry scrubbing of the boy by the sink. Atop his head sat what looked like the unholy offspting of a blonde hedgehog and the easter bunny. 

“Kaccahn?” Izuku stammered.

Bakugou froze, every muscle clenched. He began to rotate his head like a machine in need of oil, slow, staggering, and dripping with rage. 

Izuku didn’t know how to react. On one hand, Bakugou’s face was a mask of pure rage, which spelled trouble for him. On the other hand, he could barely eep from laughing at the white bunny ears the towle formed on his head, and the white soap smeared across his face. 

“The h*ll are you looking at!?!?” Bakugou thundered.

“A-ah-… N-nothing!” Izuku stammered, stumbling backwards into the bathroom’s doorframe. 

“You think this is a d@mn joke?!?” He roared, closing in on the cowering Izuku. Froth from the soap flung off his face with each step. 

“N-no! Not at all!” Izuku wimpered, waving his hands wildly in front of him. “I- I’m just surprised is all.”

Bakugou halted his death march, looking puzzled. “Why the h*ll would you be so d@mn surprised? This is the f*cking bathroom. This is where people are supposesd to wash their gross @ss faces.”

Izuku glanced ar the towl in his hair, then to the various syrums on the counter next to the sink. “I- I know,” he began. “I just didn’t expect you to have such a…” he glanced around again, “an elaborate skin care routine.”

Bakugou huffed, grabbing Izuku by his collar and lifting him to his feet, but not letting go. Bakugou got so close to Izuku’s face that soap dripped onto his forhead. “Skincare is really f*cking important.” Bakugou growled, then tossed Izuku back to the floor. “Do you have any idea what would happen if one of my sweat glands got clogged?! It would be a disastre!” He was shouting full volume again. 

“I- I can see how that would be a problem.” Izuku replied. He wondered why he hadn’t thought of it before. With his quirk, Kacchan had to be sweating a lot more than most people, meaning he’d be more likely to break out. And a clogged pore or a problem with any of his sweat excretion would be a major problem for him in the field. It only made sense that he was incredibly dilligent about maintaining them. “I’m sorry.” He said.

“Yeah whatever.” Bakugou groaned, returning to the sink. “Just, get the H*ll out of here.”

Izuku stepped back around the corner, figuring he’d come brush his teeth later after the others left. But as he walked away, he heard the voices from inside. 

“What now?” Y/N said to Bakugou.

“I already told you; rinse, syrum, hot towel, lotion.” Bakugou snapped, as the sound of a sink turning on eminated from the room.

“Oh- I just thought- since he interupted you might want to-“ Y/N said, seemingly looking for the right words. “I thought you might want to call it a night.”

A loud smack echoed down the hall, probably Bakugou slamming his fists on the counter. “Are you deaf!?” He shouted. “I just told you. Skincare is f*cking important!”

[good-beanswrites]

Heyo!! :D uhh I was just thinking about prompts!! I have two that I've just been thinking of! You can do one or the other, I don't mind ^^ Yuno with Blanket (if you havent done that yet :o) and Muu and Yuno with Honesty :D

Thank you so much :D!! Your writing is so funky I love reading it, it's like my daily newspaper abejfncjcn

Hi Mug :D thank you so much aah!! I really loved these combos, that's so sweet for both of them ;-; Here's Yuno and Blanket -- something lighthearted from the beginning of t1, with a bit of her unfortunate people-pleasing habits.

“Requests are in!” Mikoto’s voice sang from down the corridor. The prisoners perked up from where they’d been lazing about. One would have thought he'd announced a jailbreak with the amount of energy that rippled through the room. Yuno leapt to her feet.

"You seem excited," Kazui chuckled as he stood. "What are you getting?"

She suddenly felt a twinge of shame for her reaction. Things weren’t bad in Milgram by any means, but the atmosphere was beginning to creep under her skin now and then. There was an old comfort she’d been dreaming of the past few weeks. It felt embarrassing to say to someone as concerned with his maturity as Kazui. 

"Oh, nothing much,” she said. “Just something that reminds me of home, like the cigarettes you ordered." She didn’t know him well enough to say so, but she was secretly grateful for his request. The smell of smoke was familiar to her as well. "But mostly it's something new around here -- isn't the whole thing exciting?" 

It was the first time they’d received a delivery, and everyone was eager to see if they got what they ordered. Though Yuno found the system surprising, it made sense. Milgram allowed more unique freedoms than a normal prison, given it also inflicted more unique restraints. 

She joined the group heading down the hall, all chattering in anticipation. 

"Yuno!" Mahiru waved her over. The woman had talked about the products and creams she'd requested, in the hope of keeping up her skincare routine. Yuno would be following suit soon, though she wanted those things to keep herself feeling refreshed rather than looking a certain way. There was no one here to impress. With her looks, that was.

Mahiru’s eyes gleamed. "What did you order?"

Yuno knew she wouldn't satisfy her appetite for gossip as much as Shidou testing his luck with medical supplies or Amane’s taste in high-level study materials had. 

"Something real cute~" was all she needed to say to get her giggling. 

Es instructed them to line up in front of their room to distribute everything. Yuno found her place behind Haruka. 

"Hey, hey! What are you getting?" She wasn't immune from that same gossipy curiosity…

His cheeks immediately reddened. "Uh, well, I h-hope I can get some c-candy. It -- I mean, it's kiddish, I know."

"Don't worry, some might think my request is childish, haha! Plus, I think Muu ordered sweets, too."

This seemed to calm him a bit as he walked ahead. Fuuta nudged her from behind.

"Oi, what did you ask for?"

She'd overheard him and Kotoko discussing what would likely be caught as a tool to escape, and knew her answer would disappoint him.

The bright smile she’d given Haruka angled into a more jaded smirk. "Eh, just something to get me through the night, you know? A practical comfort."

Fuuta grunted, respecting the choice. 

Her attention returned to the front of the line, where Haruka was returning with loose treats spilling from his hands. She took his place in Es' doorway.

"Prisoner 002," Es scanned a piece of paper. "For you… ah,” They read it again. “Just a blanket? Was that all?" 

She beamed. "Yup! Just a blanket." 

“You strike me as the kind to ask for a lot…”

“Mmm, you’ve read me well, Warden! Not this time, though. Gotta start small, then see what I can weasel out of you!” She winked. As usual, Es pretended to be unimpressed. Yuno knew she was wearing them down, bit by bit.

She offered a bouncy bow as Es handed it over. She hadn’t given many specifications, but it certainly looked as big and fluffy as she had hoped. Milgram had gone with pink -- the same shade as some of her uniform accents. 

"Thanks!" 

The prisoners' excitement died down fairly quickly afterwards. Amane began reading in silence. Kazui retreated to the smoking room alone, though Shidou and Mikoto promised to join him after the next round of requests. Haruka had nearly finished eating all of his candy by nightfall. Kotoko sat by herself to jot things down in her new notebook. Yuno’s good mood lasted much later. 

Once the bell had rung and silence fell onto the prison, she could feel the usual chill start to creep into her cell. It had gripped her with fear the first few nights -- that unshakable coldness that reminded her why she was here in the first place. Sometimes, when her body jolted her awake with the feeling of falling, she'd blame it on the temperature rather than a universal human experience. It brought up too many painful memories to be something so ordinary, after all.

But not tonight. 

Tonight there would be no falling, and no chill. No stepping into bed with enough skin showing to make her shiver. No more crafted conversations or flashing certain expressions.

A goofy grin spread across her cheeks. Yuno unfolded the blanket with a flourish. She swept it around her body, then flopped down on her bedding. With nothing more to worry about, she sank into the cushy blob.

‘Just a blanket’ her ass. This was the warmest she’d felt in a very long time.

[officialdaydreamer00]

hihi!!! i hope your day's going well irene <333 i'd like to enter sereia in your earring event!! it sounds really fun hehe!! take your time & no pressure!! C:

Name: Sereia Aecor

Pronouns: They/Them

Species: Merperson

Dorm: Octavinelle

Class: Class C

Birthday: June 5th

Age: 17

Height: 188 centimeters

Dominant Hand: Right

Homeland: Coral Sea

Best Subject: Alchemy

Club: Mountain Lovers

Hobbies: Growing plants, skincare, shopping for clothes & accessories.

Pet Peeves: Being called “crabby” when they’re grumpy.

Talents: Playing the flute.

Favorite Food: Vegetable Stir Fry.

Least Favorite Food: Onions

Unique Magic: Sifting Sands. Magic used to immediately soothe someone. Can make the target's movements lethargic and uncoordinated.

More Physical Appearance

Dark colored eyes, red hair. Hair is short, choppy, and a wavy. They have freckles across their cheeks and nose. They have a singular shell earring on their right ear. Heart shaped face and slender neck. When in their merform, their chest is pink and shifts into a bright red down the arms, where it shifts into a white as it reached their hands. Their mer half is a spider crab body with six long, lanky legs.

Other Funky Stuff

They're super into skincare since their merform molts. They take very good care of their human form's hygiene C:

Because they're a decorator crab, they adapted to wearing clothes rather quickly and love dressing in flashy, bright colors (because they were forced to wear dull stuff for protection.) This usually throws people off because they're very quiet and unassuming.

They’re a fan of accessorizing their outfits and have a lot of shell pins on their Octavinelle scarf. Whenever Azul asks them to take the pins off they give him a blank stare until he gives up.

Childhood friend of the Octatrio, unknowingly scared away Azul's bullies a few times because their legs were seen as "freakish" and "awkward." Was also a target for rumors and stuff though because they do not have a tail.

Hit a huge growth spurt and shot up to basically the Leech brother's height when they were fourteen, Azul is still not over it.

Sereia started playing the flute after hearing the story of The Little Mermaid and how her prince played an instrument like that.

They're an incredibly slow runner and prefer to walk. Because of this, they run out of breath fast on land and do not have a lot of stamina. Floyd does not find them interesting to chase (oops.)

hi hi auburn :D im doing my best rn rn

"Sereia Aecor... I think Ophelia mentioned them once or twice before... I'll see what I can do."

ophelia skipped along the hallway as her red eyes glanced around, before they spotted a tall figure with red hair. her smile widened as she ran towards them.

"sereiaaaaaaaaa!!" ophelia called. she skidded to a stop in front of them, standing on her toes as she held up the little box. "you have a delivery!"

once the box was put on their hands, ophelia waved and ran off, leaving them standing there dumbfounded. they looked at the box in confusion.

the box itself was white with colourful confetti print. the ribbon tying the box was bright red, attached to it was a note with their full name written in neat handwriting. they stared at the box for a while, then shrugged as they decided to open it.

inside was several clear packets and a folded note that had: 'gold, yellow, and green pair well with red. i hope you liked the earrings :) — I.L' written in red ink.

sereia was now curious as they began to check the packets.

the first one was a pair of star and moon earrings. the moon was an elaborate silver base, and the star hanging on the moon was a yellow citrine cut into a polaris star shape. the packet was labelled 'obligatory stellar earrings :)'.

the second one was simply a decent sized slice of orange, lemon, and lime (two of each) made from coloured resin. it was weird, but funny nonetheless. the packet also included two full size uno reverse cards in bright rainbow colour, coated in a layer of clear resin.

the third one... was a pair of fuzzy bright blue worm-like thing (worm-on-a-string lol). they were long, draping on sereia's chest and kind of wiggled every time they turned their head. oh, and their eyes were googly eyes.

the fourth one was mini light bulbs that dangled from their ears. call it mini sized, but it was the size of a normal human's ear. the light bulb itself had a switch on its aluminium base, which actually lit up when they flicked the switch. the packet had spare batteries for them to change as well.

the fifth and final one was a beaded string keychain. the beads were various in shapes, colours, and materials, with a comical looking crab plush attached to the end of the string.

the sender probably had fun picking those things for them... she did.

i hope i did sereia justice aaaaaaaaa

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[ayearwithoutwater]

Thirteen.

In the summer of 2022, I was down bad. My breakup was still fresh, and I was doing whatever I could to make amends with my ex-boyfriend.

In as many ways, I wanted him to know that I was sorry, that I loved him, that maybe he still loved me, and I tried to match my actions to my words. I called his skincare specialist to prepay for his facial treatments; I had bouquets of roses delivered to his apartment on a monthly basis; I wrote him a letter about all the reasons why I adored him and attached laminated copies of our photos to boot.

My therapists knew that I was hurting, and they tried to talk me out of it. "He doesn't want to be with you," one of them would repeat, bluntly, not unkind but still honest enough to make me burst into tears. She was right—he didn't want to be with me. He was steadfastly determined to "move on to his next chapter," as he'd said to me, and whatever that looked like simply didn't also include me. Moreover, she said that I was setting myself up for further rejections, each one a gut punch as heavy as the last. By organizing these overtures to him, I raised my own hopes; as he responded to each with mere silence, I crashed once more.

I came to my senses in June. I'd spent a night (platonically) hanging out with a boy who'd asked if I wanted to sleep over; I'd declined out of fear that I was reading too much into his suggestion, because he probably actually meant that I would be sleeping on his couch and not with him. I returned home and, as I ordered more flowers for my ex-boyfriend, I was reminded by what my therapist had said: I was only setting myself up for more rejection. Enough was enough—I called the florist and canceled my order. Instead, I took that money and signed up for creative writing classes through Gotham Writers Workshop.

Even prior to this breakup, which has become a formative catalyst for all of my writing since, I'd been working on a memoir-style collection for eventual publication. As I finally mustered the mental resolve to refrain from sending my ex-boyfriend any more gifts, thereby allowing myself to begin moving on, I knew that I needed an emotional outlet. I reasoned that creative writing classes would achieve two goals: I'd have a place to direct all of my emotional output, and I'd be forced to work on my broader goal of completing my novel.

My classes were weekly and held over Zoom. After the workday, during which I was wholly unproductive because I was still distraught, I would log into our class over video conference with approximately ten other people to workshop my drafts or practice various written techniques.

Honestly, it was kind of fun. I had an excuse to venture outside my comfort zone and try different styles of writing; without the mandated instruction, I would normally feel too embarrassed to be writing in those ways because they don't feel true to me at all.

Take, for example, the below:

It’s been two weeks since I last cried I just haven’t felt much of the need, until yesterday I felt it well up within but I didn’t give it enough fuel to release, so the waves subsided receded into my recesses

Do I deny myself catharsis by not following through?

But I’ve cried so much in the past three months I just don’t see the point I’d like to move on forward

I haven’t yet figured out whether it’s you or just the fact that you were someone

I've always shied away from poetry because I haven't studied its various rhythmic structures, and, to speak frankly, because I'm afraid of putting out bad writing. But writing for a class gave me purchase to experiment with structures and phrasings, words I customarily never use presented in syntaxes I would otherwise be too mortified to attempt. I had every excuse to try and, so, I did.

As the instructor narrated, I clicked around absentmindedly through my computer files. In my recycling bin, I found an electronic copy of my ex-boyfriend's coronavirus vaccination card, which we'd needed to upload for some of the travel we had done. His omnipresence haunted me.

Other exercises prompted us to incorporate certain words or feelings, such as the five senses, written as if the narrator were blind:

A brisk knock at my door; I walk over to open it. The air that rushes into my apartment brings with it a familiar friend—a warm scent, almost like fresh laundry—and I know immediately that it’s him.

“Hi,” he says, in his clipped staccato of Singaporean English; by how the sound of the word is framed as it exits his mouth, I can tell he’s smiling.

I step aside to let him in. He closes the door behind him and pulls me in tight, his lips pressed against mine. He’s shorter than I am, so he stands on tip-toe. As he kisses me, tasting of mint, I wrap my arms around him. "He’s ironed his shirt again," I think to myself, feeling its creaseless fabric with my hands. My right hand moves up to cup the back of his head (his hair is cropped short, neat, and fades from slightly longer up top to nothingness below) to keep his face against mine just a little bit longer.

There’s a weird sensation in my chest. It has the depth of urgency, as if I need to do something right now, and its impulsivity steers my mind onto one thought only: him. The simultaneous sensations of him in my mind and him in my arms, the collision of psychodramatic desire with physical possession, make me almost giddy with lightheadedness. I didn’t realize it, but I’d been thinking of him all day, anticipating this very moment.

Is this what they call love?

My teacher told me to lean into the emotions of my breakup if that was what fueled my output at the time but, although I physically felt the relief I was giving myself by letting out my emotions in this way, I didn't want everything I would write in class to be about the one person I was trying to get over. I felt like a stereotype, and I was determined to plumb my own depths for other source material. Luckily for me, I had plenty.

“You take me for granted,” Yin had said. The warmth I would see in her eyes and that would suffuse her voice had long since disappeared; our East Village apartment no longer felt like home.

My immediate reaction was denial, and her words echoed in my head, repeated ad nauseam. “I don’t do that,” I thought to myself, “do I?”

I had loved her, dearly. She was my best friend of five years, and we had a shared coming of age in New York, enabling one another to discover and explore our sexual identities. She had been by my side through both of my boyfriends and countless flings, and I was one of the only people with her when she came out to her family.

I imagined her turning away, stalking back into her room and slamming the door behind her. Of course, this didn’t actually happen; she had said this to me through text message and, besides, she’s not the type to slam doors. Hers was a dispassionate anger, devoid of emotion, neither hot nor cold but, simply, empty. Emptiness marked the depths of her upset with me, an endless void where her love for me used to exist.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw something, to grab her blue plastic spray bottle and squirt water everywhere, to shout and yell and cry. How could I lose her? She was one of the extraordinarily few people who truly understood me, and I blew it. My ring finger agonized, a band-shaped area achingly naked with the absence of her silver ring that I would always borrow so that I never felt alone. How did things get this bad? 

Yin moves out, and I’m left in the apartment. I wander the hallway, unfeeling, numb to my core; I’m a skeleton rowing a boat atop the malaise that’s submerged our relationship—drowned by the liquid of that stupid spray bottle—the foundation of which having become, as a result, unsalvageable. I’ll never be able to fix this.

I don’t stop thinking of her, don’t stop looking for traces of her within all of my remaining and all of my subsequent new friends. The echoes of her haunt me, reappearing throughout the rest of my life. She never leaves my mind, her corpse lying flat within my boat as I try to row on and move forward with my life, her absence so unavoidably present. Nobody plays the role of best friend quite the same.

After reading aloud what I'd written for the class to dissect, my teacher asked what makes me happy. I didn't know how to answer—I hadn't felt joy in months, and I apologized for consistently bringing melancholia to the class, but I responded that it's simply being with the people I cherish. I've already had enough losses to last me a lifetime.

At the end of the semester, I opted not to enroll in the next courses. I wanted to return when I had much more material to workshop, and I was feeling overwhelmed from all the emotional excavation I was doing. I wanted to give myself a break from keeping open my wounds so that they might begin to heal, and I wanted to move on to my own next chapter.

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In today's fast-paced world, taking care of our skin has become more important than ever. With pollution, stress, and an often hectic lifestyle, our skin tends to lose its natural glow and vitality. This is where the right skincare routine comes into play, and choosing the right products becomes crucial. One brand that has been making waves in the skincare industry is Olivkart. Known for its natural and effective formulations, Olivkart offers a range of products that cater to different skin types and concerns. Among its star products, the R Ultra Moisturizing Avocado Body Wash stands out as a must-have for anyone looking to achieve soft, hydrated, and radiant skin.

Why Skincare is Essential

Before diving into the specifics of Olivkart and its products, it's essential to understand why skincare should be a priority in your daily routine. Your skin is the largest organ of your body, acting as a barrier against environmental pollutants, bacteria, and other harmful elements. Proper skincare helps maintain the integrity of this barrier, ensuring that your skin remains healthy and vibrant.

Hydration: Keeping your skin hydrated is crucial for maintaining its elasticity and preventing premature aging. Products like the R Ultra Moisturizing Avocado Body Wash are designed to provide deep hydration, ensuring that your skin remains soft and supple.

Protection: Daily skincare routines often include the use of sunscreen and antioxidant-rich products that protect your skin from UV damage and free radicals.

Cleansing: Removing dirt, oil, and impurities from your skin is the first step in any skincare routine. Using a gentle yet effective cleanser like the R Ultra Moisturizing Avocado Body Wash ensures that your skin is clean without stripping it of its natural oils.

Nourishment: Skincare products are often infused with vitamins, minerals, and other nutrients that nourish your skin, helping it to repair and regenerate.

Introduction to Olivkart

Olivkart is a brand that has quickly gained a reputation for its high-quality skincare products. The brand focuses on using natural ingredients that are both effective and gentle on the skin. Olivkart believes in the power of nature and combines it with modern skincare technology to create products that deliver visible results.

What sets Olivkart apart from other brands is its commitment to using sustainable and ethically sourced ingredients. The brand is also cruelty-free, meaning that none of its products are tested on animals. This makes Olivkart a great choice for conscious consumers who want to take care of their skin while also caring for the environment.

The Magic of R Ultra Moisturizing Avocado Body Wash

One of the standout products from Olivkart is the R Ultra Moisturizing Avocado Body Wash. This luxurious body wash is designed to provide intense hydration while gently cleansing the skin. Let’s explore what makes this product so special.

Key Ingredients

The R Ultra Moisturizing Avocado Body Wash is packed with nourishing ingredients that work together to keep your skin healthy and glowing. Here’s a closer look at some of the key ingredients:

Avocado Oil: Avocado oil is rich in fatty acids, vitamins A, D, and E, and antioxidants. It penetrates deep into the skin, providing intense moisture and nourishment. Avocado oil is also known for its anti-inflammatory properties, making it ideal for soothing irritated skin.

Shea Butter: Shea butter is a natural emollient that helps to lock in moisture, leaving your skin feeling soft and smooth. It also contains vitamins and antioxidants that protect the skin from environmental damage.

Aloe Vera: Aloe vera is well-known for its soothing and healing properties. It helps to calm irritated skin and provides a cooling effect, making the R Ultra Moisturizing Avocado Body Wash perfect for sensitive skin.

Glycerin: Glycerin is a humectant, meaning it attracts moisture to the skin. It helps to keep the skin hydrated and prevents dryness, making it an essential ingredient in the R Ultra Moisturizing Avocado Body Wash.

Benefits of Using R Ultra Moisturizing Avocado Body Wash

The R Ultra Moisturizing Avocado Body Wash offers a range of benefits that make it a valuable addition to your skincare routine:

Deep Hydration: Thanks to its rich formulation, the R Ultra Moisturizing Avocado Body Wash provides deep hydration, leaving your skin feeling soft and nourished.

Gentle Cleansing: This body wash is designed to cleanse the skin without stripping it of its natural oils. It removes dirt, oil, and impurities while maintaining the skin’s natural moisture balance.

Soothing and Calming: With ingredients like aloe vera and avocado oil, the R Ultra Moisturizing Avocado Body Wash soothes and calms irritated skin, making it ideal for those with sensitive skin.

Nourishing: The combination of avocado oil, shea butter, and other nourishing ingredients ensures that your skin is not only clean but also well-nourished and healthy.

Suitable for All Skin Types: Whether you have dry, oily, or sensitive skin, the R Ultra Moisturizing Avocado Body Wash is suitable for all skin types. Its gentle formulation makes it a versatile product that can be used by everyone.

How to Use R Ultra Moisturizing Avocado Body Wash in Your Skincare Routine

Incorporating the R Ultra Moisturizing Avocado Body Wash into your daily skincare routine is simple. Here’s a step-by-step guide to get the best results:

Start with Warm Water: Begin by wetting your skin with warm water. This helps to open up your pores, allowing the body wash to penetrate deep into your skin.

Apply the Body Wash: Take a small amount of the R Ultra Moisturizing Avocado Body Wash and lather it onto your skin. Use gentle, circular motions to massage the body wash into your skin, focusing on areas that need extra moisture.

Rinse Thoroughly: Once you’ve lathered up, rinse the body wash off with warm water. Make sure to remove all traces of the product to prevent any residue from lingering on your skin.

Follow Up with Moisturizer: For the best results, follow up with a moisturizer after using the R Ultra Moisturizing Avocado Body Wash. This will help to lock in the moisture and keep your skin hydrated throughout the day.

Why Choose Skincare Products by Olivkart?

There are countless skincare brands on the market, so why should you choose Olivkart? Here are a few reasons why choose Skincare Products by Olivkart stands out:

Natural Ingredients: Olivkart is committed to using natural ingredients that are gentle on the skin. This means that you can trust their products to be safe and effective.

Sustainability: Olivkart is dedicated to sustainability, using ethically sourced ingredients and eco-friendly packaging. This makes it a great choice for those who want to minimize their environmental impact.

Cruelty-Free: All Olivkart products are cruelty-free, so you can feel good about using them knowing that no animals were harmed in the process.

Effective Formulations: Olivkart combines the best of nature and science to create products that deliver visible results. Whether you’re looking for hydration, protection, or nourishment, Olivkart has a product that meets your needs.

Conclusion

Your skin deserves the best care possible, and with skincare products by Olivkart, you can achieve just that. The R Ultra Moisturizing Avocado Body Wash is a shining example of Olivkart's commitment to quality, offering deep hydration, gentle cleansing, and nourishment in one luxurious product. By incorporating this body wash into your skincare routine, you can enjoy soft, smooth, and radiant skin every day.

So, why wait? Give your skin the care it deserves with Olivkart and experience the magic of the R Ultra Moisturizing Avocado Body Wash for yourself. Whether you’re dealing with dry skin, irritation, or simply want to elevate your skincare routine, Olivkart has you covered. Make the switch to Olivkart today and discover the difference that natural, effective skincare can make.