#then i can get a manicure and face wax

[dngrcpckwithmurdericing]

I am trapped in a waiting room with people who aren't masked, and the TV is playing a terrible morning show with segments like "is oat milk horchata good for weight loss?" And "if we gather all the mentally ill people in New York and put them in hospitals, subways will be safer!!!"

The boops are all I have right now. The last thing I can use to grasp onto a world that makes sense.

[honeytonedhottie]

effortlessly pretty⋆.ೃ࿔*:･💅🏽

in this post im gonna talk about how to maintain an effortlessly pampered and groomed appearance ✨

STAYING HIGH MAINTENANCE TO BE LOW MAINTENANCE ;

doing high maintenance things so that u can be low maintenance for the majority of the time is the way to GO. some high maintenance procedures and regimens include...

getting ur lashes done

getting ur eyebrows done

manicures and pedicures

hydrafacials etc

and you can also commit to doing high maintenance things on a more regular basis so that u can maintain urself without too much effort through things like learning how to do and maintain ur own brows, waxing etc.

COLLECT THE BASICS ;

if you invest in supplies to do ur own procedures then you can save a lot of money + you'd be learning a new skill that u can POTENTIALLY monetize off of. its always good to be self sufficient so make sure to invest in things to do ur own beauty procedures. things like...

nail lamp + nail polishes, files, acrylic nails, press ons ETC

facial steamers and other facial tools

but collecting the basics include things like hair rollers, facial masks, things that u can find at target and easily restock if u needed to.

HAIR, SKIN, NAILS ;

i refer to hair skin and nails as the BASE. i think that if u have ur hair skin and nails together then EVERYTHING will look put together so they have top priority. learn ur hair type and how to take care of and style ur hair type properly in order to keep it healthy.

learn ur skin type and how to take care of it properly, i recommend my skincare master post if ur looking for a place to start. and to maintain perfect nails i recommend trimming + shaping weekly and invest in a good nail gel and cuticle oil to keep ur nails on 10.

HOT TIP ; to grow out my nails i like to soak them in a mixture of water, salt and olive oil for 15-20 minutes…💬🎀

INNER GLOW ;

ur health makes a huge difference in the way that u look and feel which is why its important to get adequate sleep, exercise and eat foods that are healthy for you in order to have a balanced diet. make sure that ur drinking enough water and sweating out toxins.

THE NIGHT ROUTINE ;

having a night routine thats high maintenance so that u can be low maintenance in the morning not only saves you so much time, but its a great way to get any beauty regimens done without worrying about being seen cuz ur going to bed anyways.

for my night time beauty routine i like to slug my face in aquaphor (make sure that u test out a small amount if u wanna try and see how ur skin reacts bcuz everyones skin is different) i use this hair device that curls my hair and i always sleep in a bonnet.

[wcters]

𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗧 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗔 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗗𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗢𝗦𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

pairing: matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: the relationship between matt and a girlfriend in cosmetology school

warnings/notes: established relationship, swearing, nudity innuendos?? they are naked together, kinda went off the cosmetology thing but it’s cute so whtv, a bit short but this is my first time doing preferences

- first . . . he’s totally spoiled

- like really spoiled

- you would practice at home, and then whatever you could on matt

- manicure: hand massages, cuticle cutting, nail painting, hair washing: head massages, shampoo and conditioning his hair

- he would let you practice shaving his beard but it would take awhile for him to let you

- not because he doesn’t trust you, but because he was going through a beard phase

- matt would loveeee the head massages and would get you to do them all the time

- eventually it becomes second nature and so you’ll be cuddling on the couch or outside sitting down with him between your legs and your hand will just find it’s way into his hair

- and you have fake nails so you know it feels reallyyy good

- waxing . . . but he would not admit that he lets you do it

- you ALWAYS smell good

- your shampoo and conditioner, perfume, skin/body care

- nick always asks you what you use for your skin

- sleepovers with nick where you do skincare, face masks, nail painting

- and chris begs to join until nick says yes

- matt always finds you three on nick’s bed watching a movie

- you had been obsessed with makeup your whole life

- def the designated hair braider on your sports team

- BATHS TOGETHER

- bubble bath, candles, you talking about your day and drama and he’ll be listening

- he’s just happy to be there

- studying at his house while you’re watching a movie together or if he’s busy with the podcast

- chris coming up to you and randomly asking you a question about what you’re doing when you’re studying

- “why do you push your cuticles back?” “how do perms work? like how do you do them?”

- it makes you smile because he’s genuinely interested

- will show him some things if you can

- you’re super sweet

- everyone likes you

- you’re a girls girl

- someone needs a pad/tampon? you got it. someone doesn’t want to go somewhere alone? they aren’t because you’re coming with

- you don’t gatekeep skincare or makeup

- always have lip balm on you

- you and matt go to the gym together

- always have a matching top and pants for your workout outfit

- matt just can’t believe you’re his 🤍

- like he looks at you like you hung the moon and stars

- i want to wear his initial on a chain ‘round my neck vibes

- you literally have a necklace with his initial, you walked it with it on and his eyes popped out of his head

- totally share jewelry

- you steal his sweaters, shirts, shorts, boxers, basically anything you can get your hands on

- give matt face massages

- he be lookin’ flawless

- pays for you even though you decline because he knows how much money you use for school stuff

- that shit is expensiveeee

- nick asked you first to help him dye his hair red

- ofc you said yes! he’s your bestie

- played ariana, doja cat, clairo, stuff like that

- #danceparty

- your stuff sort of pops up around the house

- chris will find like a bobbypin or a hair tie on the floor

- smells like you because you bought candles for them that you loved

- thrifting and going to flea markets and getting stuff for your apartment like vases, cups to hold jewelry, etc

- your hair is amazing. everyone’s jealous. i’m jealous.

- no split ends, doesn’t get greasy until at least 5-6 days after you wash it, perfect for styling. also sleep with a bonnet because that does wonders for you

- lashes are amazing as well. it’s because you get them done while at school 😉😉😉

- you drive nick and chris around if matt’s not there or busy

- they literally love you

- think you’re perfect for your brother

- so nice, so sweet, literal angel

- you’ve been on the podcast

- made a tiktok account after matt suggested you do

- blew up. and it’s partly because you don’t gatekeep

- you’re so relatable too, being completely honest about how you feel . . . and are so funny

- “hot take . . . men should shave their armpits. like how do you put deodorant on?” “you ever too lazy to wash your face so all it is is a makeup wipe and a rinse with water? me too.”

- will trim matt’s hair if be wants just a trim

- you first said no, didn’t want to mess up, but he believed in you 🤭🤭

- your biggest supporter

- they would totally be there when you graduate

- cheering loudly when you walk along the stage

- like the pricilla movie scene but with no creepy old men

- you love that movie, hate elvis, but love pricillia

- you sometimes cook for them so they don’t eat out all the time

- you’re a good cook 👩‍🍳

- force them to have some form of vegetables

- his parents love you

- go fishing with jimmy and the boys the one time they do (sorry jimmy but it’s true)

- fans will ask for pictures when you visit matt on tour

- who’s the triplets? they’re here for you

- matt is so proud of you

- if you ever need him to pick you up he’ll bring you food or starbucks so you have energy when you’re done

- is at your beck and call

- ask him to jump off a cliff? he’ll hesitate a bit but will ultimately do it

[vanteguccir]

── ୨୧ !　𝗧𝗜𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗞 𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 | 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝟮

　　　　　　　　　　𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: 3 times that Y/N and Chris made a couple's trend on tiktok, and 1 time Matt recorded them.

WARNING: None.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by anons and @nikolastrn

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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1.

Y/N placed her phone on the phone holder that stayed on the dashboard of her car, reducing the brightness of the screen and opening the camera app, clicking on the video tab and pressing play on the red button.

She had just left the beauty salon where she had done her nails, cleaned her eyebrows, and waxed her body. Y/N and Chris had agreed for her to pick him up at their house after her beauty moment, so the two of them had lunch together.

The girl decided to browse her For You while she waited for him with her car parked in front of the entrance. One of the first videos that appeared was of a new prank between couples. A smirk appeared on her face, and she quickly decided to do it with Chris. The fact that she had just left the beauty salon would make everything more truthful.

Moments later, she saw Chris open the front door of their house, quickly shouting something into the hall before closing it - probably saying goodbye to his brothers. Y/N smiled briefly at her phone before taking a deep breath, trying to compose herself.

"Hi baby!" Chris greeted as soon as he opened the passenger seat door, getting into the car quickly and closing it, not needing to adjust the position or height of the seat, as that was his place and it was always ready for him - he was obviously the passenger princess of the relationship.

"Hi, my love." Y/N spoke back, turning her upper body towards him with a small smile on her face.

"Let me see them." The boy held out his hands, waiting for his girlfriend to show him her manicured nails, as they always did after she did them.

Y/N let out a laugh and raised her hands, resting her palms on top of his and wiggling her fingers lightly, feeling her cheeks burn in shyness.

Chris ran his blue eyes momentarily over her nails, his mouth opening in surprise at the choice before lifting his girl's hands carefully so as not to smudge the fresh nail polish.

He brought his lips closer to the top of her hands, sealing the soft skin, exhaling the fragrance of the cream that her manicurist always applied before gently releasing them.

"They're beautiful, baby!"

"Thank you! The eyebrows look amazing, too, and I had the best waxing experience today." Y/N had a big smile on her face, gesturing lightly. "James did exactly how I wanted-"

"Wait, James?" Chris felt his heart skip a beat, freezing in place and staring at his girlfriend, almost begging with his eyes to have heard her wrong.

"Yes, James. He was so kind and thoughtful-"

"No, no." Chris raised his right hand with his palm pointed at his girlfriend's face, cutting her off again. "I'm kind and thoughtful, not... this James guy." He shook his head, a look of disbelief on his face.

"Yes, you are, honey. But so was he, and he cleaned all the places I wanted-"

"What? Did he see you naked? While you were spread-legged? In the air?" Chris widened his eyes comically. "No, we're going to stop at a pharmacy right now, and I'm going to buy all the items for waxing. If this James guy can do it, so can I." His voice came out high and thin. He turned his body so that he could reach the seat belt, crossing it over his body and closing it.

Y/N laughed loudly at his words, observing him.

"Come on, what are you waiting for?" Chris ordered, waving his right hand in a "let's go" gesture.

Y/N raised her arms in surrender, laughter still escaping her mouth as her head shook in denial. She brought her right hand to the key in the ignition, starting the engine.

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2.

Y/N propped her phone on the kitchen table so that the front camera caught the image of her and Chris, who was standing behind her with a straight look on his face, his hands resting in the front pockets of his Fresh Love sweatpants.

Y/N had asked him to record a video with her, but she didn't explain what it was about.

The girl clicked the red button on the TikTok camera, moving slightly away from her cell and positioning herself in front of Chris.

"If you want to get to him, you've gonna have to go through me first." Her tone was serious, and her eyebrow was raised. She extended her right hand and pointed it at Chris.

"Ooh, Y/N got Matt's toughness." Chris commented, nodding his head with a slight smile on his face.

Y/N laughed, turning around and facing him. She rested her hands on Chris's covered chest and stood on tiptoe, sealing her lips over his quickly.

The brunette lowered his head, still with his eyes closed, seeming to search for Y/N's lips again.

She chuckled softly at his reaction before turning to the camera, crossing her arms.

"Best brother ever." The girl added, her eyes focused on the image of Chris behind her that appeared on her phone screen.

The boy's eyes widened instantly, lifting his head and looking at her exasperatedly, his mouth opening into a perfect O.

"What the fuck? We're not in Alabama, Y/N." Chris practically screamed, taking some steps away from his girlfriend with his hands raised, feeling suddenly dizzy.

The girl threw her head back, laughing at the reaction she received.

"Oh yeah, sweet home, Alabama." Nick's voice sounded from behind her phone before the TikTok ended.

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3.

Y/N's phone was on the computer desk in her shared room with Chris, the back of it resting against the computer so that the screen was vertical and facing the room. The TikTok camera was already open and ready to start recording.

Y/N clicked the red button, and as the 5-second timer started, she sat on Chris's lap, who was in his gaming chair. The girl adjusted herself slightly, smiling when she felt Chris wrap his arms securely around her waist, squeezing her lightly.

"Okay, today we're going to do the best couples therapy: we're gonna talk about the icks we have in each other." Y/N began as she saw the video start recording, turning her face to the right so that she could see Chris, who was smiling and nodding his head.

Y/N stretched her torso and picked up two sheets of paper that were on the computer desk, keeping one with herself and giving the other to Chris, who held it in his left hand, lifting it so he could read the list over her shoulder.

"Do you want to start, baby?" He asked Y/N, receiving a nod in response.

"First on the list, when we're talking and you burp in my face and blow the smell to my direction." Y/N skimmed the list briefly, raising her head and crossing her arms, glancing at Chris from the corner of her eye.

The boy opened his mouth in exaggerated offense, eyes widening.

"You hurt me like that, that's a new love language, don't you know?" He teased, shaking his head and closing his eyes, pretending to be disappointed.

"No, that's disgusting." She pushed her shoulder back slightly, slamming it against his chest and receiving a chuckle in response. "Your turn."

"When you wear that black cropped with silver details. It's horrible." Chris wrinkled his nose, putting the sheet down after reading it again.

"I love that cropped!" The girl turned her upper body to the left, turning her face and looking at her boyfriend with an offended expression. "In fact, I didn't find it on my side of the closet anymore." She added, squinting her eyes.

"Yeah, it's been gone a long time, ma." Chris shrugged. "You didn't even like it that much. Otherwise, you would have noticed it disappearing." He quickly added upon seeing the angry expression on his girlfriend's face, raising his left hand and scratching his nape slightly, a nervous laugh escaping his lips.

"We'll talk about this later." Y/N muttered, turning forward again and reading the second item on her list. "My second ick is when it gets to the end of the day, and you're too tired to shower, so you just lie in our bed in the clothes you've been wearing all day-"

Chris opened his mouth to retort, but Y/N extended her left hand, raising her index finger, stopping him.

"And I have to pull you out of bed and practically drag you to the bathroom so you can finally take a shower." She finished, turning her face towards him and raising her right eyebrow, as if to say "I dare you to contradict me".

"It's okay, I admit it, I hate showering when I'm tired. I didn't even sweat during the day!" Chris defended himself, eyes widening and instantly shutting up when he saw the look in his girl's eyes.

"Next!" She announced loudly with gritted teeth.

"My other ick is when you can't choose what or where you want to eat." Chris read the last item on his list before stretching slightly and placing the paper on the computer desk. "It's not that deep, you know? It's not your last meal. Just choose the damn food!"

"But it is that deep, food is something very serious, baby. You have to choose what you want to eat very carefully. It's the most important thing in the world-"

"Hey, I'm the most important thing in the world!" Chris interrupted his girlfriend's sentence, raising his left hand as his eyes widened, his voice coming out loud.

Y/N threw her head back, a laugh escaping her throat.

"Okay, I'll say one more. It's my last." Y/N announced, clearing her throat and looking at her paper.

"But you asked me to think of just two icks." Chris muttered, raising his right eyebrow in confusion.

"Obviously, I don't have more than two icks, I'm too awesome to have more." She rolled her eyes playfully, lifting her chin in the air in an act of false snobbery.

Chris tried to hold back his laughter, smiling slightly while rolling his eyes.

"Okay, so, when you, out of nowhere, start punching the air right in front of me. Like you're going to punch me in the stomach or something, you look like a weird kid who just got out of karate class." Y/N finished her list, throwing the paper on the floor and smiling at the camera, waiting for Chris to respond.

"Yeah, how do you want me to train to smash the faces of the crazy guys who hit on you?"

"Chris!"

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4.

(This takes place in the same universe as "Sleeping prank | Chris Sturniolo", when Y/N and Chris wake up and realize the prank Nick played on them)

"Matt, what are you doing?" Nick asked as he looked up after hearing footsteps in his direction, seeing Matt approaching with his own phone in his hand, and the rear camera pointed at the oldest.

His phone screen displayed the TikTok camera, already recording.

"There's a couple really mad at you right now." Matt announced, biting his bottom lip to contain his laughter.

Nick's eyes widened, getting up from the bed where he was sitting, standing and taking a few steps back, almost gluing his back against the large windows of the hotel room.

"Tell me you didn't show them the prank video?" Nick asked, looking at Matt with terror in his eyes. They were supposed to see when he posted the vlog many weeks ahead. Chris could be very vindictive when he wanted to.

"Nicolas Antonio Sturniolo!" The female voice echoed from behind the bedroom door, which was opened seconds later by a Y/N with crossed arms and an angry look.

Nick automatically raised his arms in surrender, smiling nervously.

"I can explain-"

"Did you see my horrible sleeping face? You're crazy!" The girl spoke calmly, squinting her eyes as she took slow steps towards him.

"No, you're wrong. You looked beautiful." Nick spoke nervously, nodding his head, keeping his arms raised.

Chris's loud laugh was the last sound Matt recorded before the video ended.

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[braxlrose]

silly and weird tom hcs

a/n: the last ones got deleted for some reason so I'm making a new one!

• this mf steals your food all the time. hes always munchin on something so if you have something that looks good, he's taking it. especially if it's watermelon. he loves watermelon 🍉

• he doesn't tell anybody, but he gets his nails done. he gets pedicures and manicures and loves it so much. you found out one day when he kept going off and not telling anybody where he was going. so you followed him and saw his finger and feet soaking in water 💀

• when you walked in you were trying so hard to hold in a laugh and he was so fucking embarrassed when he saw you. you thought it was extremely ironic because he always called mani-pedis "girly"

• now you two go all the time, and you're way better at making excuses than he was.

• he got high on edibles and thought his feet weren't attached to his body anymore so he started screaming 💀

• over indulges on gushers when he's high

• you guys know those Chinese finger traps? Idk if that's what they're called but you put two fingers in them and they're like really hard to get out of. he LOVES them for some reason, he thinks they're so much fun

• he loves the snow so much, and especially loves snowball fights. it's so much fun, and he also gets to wear extra layers of clothing because of the cold

• during the winter, he gets a bunch of different kinds of hot chocolates and when anybody asks what he's drinking he swears by it that it's black coffee 💀

• he loves watching futurama and says that he strives to be bender 💀 (have yall seen the new episode? I actually really liked it, ik a lot of people said they didn't but I did.)

• gets on his knees while begging (not sexually 🤨) and will even fake cry. he's a master manipulator 💀

• when you guys go to the beach he's always asking you to come play in the water with him

• for any reason if you guys happen to be at a hospital, he goes and looks at all the little newborn babies. they're so cute and he gets all smiley just looking at them.

• he loves romance movies. mf will deny it till the day he dies when anybody asks but you've seen his collection of vhs tapes and dvds. plus bill even admitted tom cried during The Notebook.

• he tries to balance random objects on his head while walking to see it he can do it. he'll add on a object every time he does it.

• he's weirdly amazing at solving Rubix cubes?

• he loves making balloons animals and he always makes the sword ones. he will literallt sword fight with anybody.

• he eats bowls and bowls of cereal so he can get to the prize at the bottom of the box. (I full-heartedly believe he's a little kid at heart)

• he tries to make home-made pizza but ends up burning it 90% of the time.

• he's extremely ticklish on his armpits, stomach and feet and will literally die laughing if you tickle him

• he also loves kids cartoon movies like fox and the hound, Anastasia, Mulan, James and the Giant Peach, etc.

• he loves slap bracelets and has an entire collection of them.

• it wouldn't be the first time you've caught him dancing and singing to Britney spears.

• tom loves everything bathes. on camera he says he prefers showers but in reality he likes bathes better. With candles, dimmed lights, bath salts, face masks, etc.

• do you guys know that episode of Friends where Monica convinces Chandler to take a bath and he ends up loving it and shit? he's just like that. if you don't know what I'm talking about here's some clips.

clip 1

clip 2

• he tried on one of your thongs one time because you dared him to wear it the whole day.

• you also dared him to get his legs waxed and he ended up doing it and he was crying the whole time

• he loves those little stories where you add in words to them. I can't remember what they're called but it asked you for like an adjective, plural noun, verb ending in ing, etc. etc. (I hope yall know what I'm talking about, I think it starts like a m or something someone tell me please 😭)

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[leezlelatch]

Petrichor - Part I

Papa Emeritus III x F!Reader - fluff, rainy days, burgeoning friendship Terzo is feeling introspective on a rainy day. Perhaps he doesn’t have to spend it alone?

“What do you think Terzino, eh? Should Papa play tonight?” Terzo watches with a lazy smile as the tuxedoed cat jumps from his perch on the window to settle into his lap. Long fingers stroke delicately through plush fur as he heaves a sigh. “You will be getting hair on my pants, you rascal.”

Terzino blinks slowly, a rumble starting deep in his throat the more Terzo gives him attention. The cat’s nails dig into Terzo’s leg as the little thing gets more comfortable, the man giving a small grimace but making no move to push the cat off. “You know, I am thinking I am getting old.” Terzo glances down at the cat and scoffs. “Ah, do not try to argue. I have more grey hair than I can keep up with.“ He lifts a hand to his neck, his fingers brushing the soft, loose skin. “And may have to consider turtle necks.”

Terzino stands and stretches, his little body shivering, before turning and lying toward Terzo’s knee, facing away from him. “Ah, Terzino, if you turn from me too, I will not know what to do,” Terzo sighs, lifting a hand to drag his fingers through his wavy, black hair. “The Siblings, they like the power. What little I have of it, ha. But one can close their eyes and think of someone else. Do they think of someone else?” His brow furrows, and he glances out the arched window, eyes scanning the manicured lawn. “Perhaps I should take up gardening like il mio fratello.”

He glances down amusedly. “Sì, you are right, amico. I am far too much of a masochist to change my ways now.”

Terzo carefully picks the cat up and places him down, standing from his desk and swatting at his pant leg until most, but not all, of the cat hair is gone. The tinkle of Terzino’s bell sings through the room as he trots away, perhaps to play with one of Copia’s little companions. Terzo places his hands on his hips, looking out the window once more. “I think it is going to rain.”

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It was luck, finding this place. The way his shoes clack against old stone, the gilded candle holders on the corridor walls covered in wax from wicks long burnt. Stained glass of varying shades of purple, red, blue, and green. There were some renovations made when the Clergy first purchased the building half a century ago. Cracks filled in the walls, ceilings reinforced, foundation repaired, but they ultimately chose to maintain its old warm charm. This place may have a Catholic history, but Terzo did not view that as bad, or something needing to be cleansed. There was an energy in these old walls, full of the stories of residents long passed who prayed, and hoped, and dreamed for a better tomorrow. It would not do, he thinks, to forget that. No matter if their god was above or below.

The corridor leading from his office transitioned into a breezeway, four pillars covered in the delicate drawings of one of their more artistic Siblings opened into one of the inner courtyards. A perfect place to watch the rain. A crack of thunder rolls across the sky, and Terzo glances up at the swirling clouds, leaning his shoulder against painted vines. It seems, however, that he would not be alone with his thoughts this storm.

You sit on a stone bench just under the roof, your legs pulled up, arms resting on your knees as you hold a cup of tea in your hands. There’s an open book at your feet, and Terzo catches a glimpse of a few words which makes him arch a brow. “Hello,” he says, his accent curling around the words. “You know, I have heard it be called very dirty words, but never ‘velvet wrapped steel.’ That is a new one.”

You glance up, your lips quirking in a half smile. You cross your legs and lean forward, setting your bookmark between the pages and closing your book. “Sort of makes you feel like you’re grabbing a stick shift in an old car.”

Terzo pauses for a moment, just looking at you, before he tilts his head back and laughs. A deep, belly laugh, dragging out the final note with a shake of his head as he leans forward. He crosses his arms and clicks his tongue. “That is very funny. Yes. Well, sometimes it is like handling a stick shift. Satan forbid you stall.”

“Pfft,” you snort and shake your head, your smile growing. You glance up at the sky as another rumble of thunder echoes overhead. Pinpricks of rain dot the ground, ever so slowly increasing. “Come to watch the rain, Papa?”

“It appears we had the same idea,” he nods, watching intently as the rain flicks the leaf of a plant growing in the little garden some of the Siblings tend to. “Perhaps you intended to watch the rain alone?”

“I intended,” you say, tilting your head a little as you regard him with a curious air. “But this is better.” Terzo glances back at you, his heavy brow slanting down. He takes a few steps toward you, slow and deliberate. You take a moment to glance over him, appreciating the slacks, loose black button up, and the brocade evening jacket draped over his shoulders.

“Better how?” He asks, his voice genuinely curious. “And what is that look for, eh? Admiring Papa?” It wasn’t just a superficial question. She could see his face, a rare sight without the paint, the lines deepening around his mouth. His strangely beautiful eyes burn into yours and you understand that he’s serious. It isn’t playful banter.

“I don’t get to talk to you,” you answer truthfully, sincere in the small smile you give him. “Your attention is usually taken, and I understand that there are more Siblings in this building than clergy. You can only get to so many people.” His frown deepens, and you continue. “So it’s nice. It’s nice to talk to you. I want to watch the rain with you.”

“Cara mia, you can request time, you know this, sì? I have office hours. Please do not be thinking you cannot come to me,” Terzo talks with his hands, his fingers waving in the air, punctuating his words. He looks so concerned, his body angled toward you, features twisted in worry.

You huff a laugh, shaking your head as you adjust on the bench. “I’m okay, Papa, really. I just mean I can’t come by to say hello, or make an appointment only to chat.”

“Why not?” Terzo shoulders rise and fall and he stands with one foot forward, hands on his hips. “You are more than welcome to come and say hello. Antichristus, and here I was thinking I come on too strong. Unless, that is the problem?” He looks at you, and you have to smile from the sheer befuddlement on his face. But you can tell, also, that he’s hurt. And that doesn’t make you feel good either.

“No. Papa-“

“Terzo,” he corrects you, sitting down at the end of the bench next to your feet. He rests his hands on his legs and gives you his full attention, and it’s altogether exhilarating and nerve-wracking. You’ve never spoken to a Papa like this, for this long, outside of anything that really has to do with your duties or other Ministry matters. It makes you blush, and Terzo takes notice, leaning a little closer to watch the pink pass over your cheeks with great interest. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“I would explain if you let me get a word in,” you say, not unkindly, your lips pulled into a gentle smile. Terzo chuckles to himself and nods, waving a hand in your direction, and then he pinches his fingers and pulls them across his lips in a zipping motion. “Thank you,” you continue lightly, laughing. “What I mean to say is, yes, I’m nervous. And it’s not for reasons you think. I don’t think you’re unapproachable. I don’t think you would show me any unkindness or give me reason to believe you aren’t totally invested in what I have to say.”

Your eyes pass over his face, taking in his dark features, and you briefly wonder why he doesn’t wear his paints less. His face is aging to be sure. Pocked and marked and wrinkled, but he is so expressive. So soft in the curve of his mouth. The way his lashes brush his cheeks when he blinks. His white eye, meant to be intimidating, reminds you of freshly fallen snow. The warmth of a cup of hot chocolate on a winter’s day near Yule. It was truly beautiful, and you realize you’ve stopped talking.

But Terzo doesn’t move. He doesn’t prompt you to continue, he just stares back. The rain falls around you in heavy drops, a steady stream that wets the ground and mists your faces as it bounces off the stonework.

“I think I would fool myself into thinking that we could be friends,” you finish, your voice soft, caught in some kind of new understanding, a breath of realization. Terzo tilts his head very slightly, and he pulls in a sigh.

“Friends,” he murmurs, as if the word is foreign to him. His eyes fall away from yours and he focuses on nothing as he processes your words. And then he’s looking back at you and smiling, and it only occurs to you then that you’ve never quite seen his smile reach his eyes the way it does now. “Not many peoples wish to be my friend, dolcezza.”

“You are very frequently surrounded by people.”

“Yes, but what is that saying, eh? You can be in a room of people and still be alone. I am an old man, as much as I cover this face,” he gestures to himself. “Or dye my hair. I have my brothers, sì, but they are not so understanding at times. It has been many years since I have had someone who I can talk to as Terzo and not as Papa.”

“Someone your own age?” You ask quietly, expecting rejection.

His lips soften. “Not necessarily.”

You smile, and look out over the courtyard as thunder once more cracks overhead. The scent of rain and wet soil fills your nostrils, and you feel very at peace. For a moment your heart is full sitting next to this man. “I’m a Sibling, and I know I’m supposed to act a certain way around my authority figures. But sometimes when you’re giving a sermon, or I see you at events, or feast days, I just want to know if you think the potato salad is as delicious as I do, or if you wished whoever was in charge of the playlist would stop, for the love of all that’s unholy, playing Cruel Summer.” You laugh, and Terzo laughs with you. “I want to know who you are, and I don’t know if that’s okay.”

Terzo taps your shoe with an amused smile, and he looks happy. He looks like you just told him he won the lottery, his eyes sparkling with a kind of glee. “You know, just this morning I was talking to Terzino about this very thing. He said I should be more open. Open to change, which I scoffed at. Papa cannot change, not now. Not so late in his life, yeah? But…” He reaches a hand out into the pouring rain, watching the water cascade over his skin. “Rain renews. And I think I am ready for something new.”

He brings his hand back in, and grasps yours, a few droplets falling between you onto your closed book. “It is more than okay, amica. Now, tell me about this smut.”

You squeeze his hand, your fingers sliding over his slick skin. You smile. “Your cat talks to you?”

Terzo pinches the top of your hand and you gasp, swatting at him. He laughs, low in his throat, a wild brow arching. “Shush.”

[kittysdiary]

Beauty Diary

Chapter 2: Building A Maintenance Routine

Let’s girl talk about how to build a maintenance routine, how to schedule, when to book appointments + understanding medical esthetic procedures.

How to Build a Routine:

Understand yourself and your beauty needs/desires. Do you want to start getting manicures? Are there any skin concerns you want to address + treat? Any enhancements you want? Are you ready to start keeping up with your hair? Once these questions are answered you can start building a routine!

Know what services can be done at a salon or at home.

Research for the best salons and spas near you

Take note of what you learn about yourself from your appointments so you know how to keep up at home. Ex.) Your skin type, curl pattern, hair porosity, ingredients that work best for you + your skin undertone.

List out what services you want done, how often you want them done and what you’re looking to achieve after each service.

Set beauty goals and plan to save for special beauty services.

Facials:

Basic facials should be done every 4-6 weeks.

When it comes to medical spa procedures they should be done at least once a month!

Here’s a short list of my favorite medical spa treatments to gain an understanding of what they are and how they benefit you.

Hydrafacial: a non invasive procedure that combines cleansing, exfoliation, extraction, hydration and antioxidant protection by removing dead skin cells and impurities while simultaneously delivering moisturizing serums into the skin. (Skin type: ALL) should be done every 4-6 weeks.

Chemical Peel: a solution applied to the face to remove dead skin cells and stimulate the growth of new cells. (Skin type: ALL. Darker skin complexions can experience post-inflammatory hyperpigmentation) should be done once a month.

Microdermabrasion: a minimally abrasive instrument is used to gently sand your skin in order to remove the thicker, uneven outer portion of skin. Best for light scarring, discoloration, sun damage and stretch marks. (Skin type: Skin prone to acne scars, age spots, unevenness, discoloration and sun damage.) should be done very 4-8 weeks.

PRP aka Vampire Facial: a procedure that involves drawing the clients blood, spinning it and injecting it through microneedling to increase collagen, reduce fine lines/wrinkles, improve moisture retention and enhance skin tone + texture. (Skin type: typically ACNE PRONE SKIN) should be done every few weeks and maintenance sessions are done 2-4 times a year.

Hair Removal

There are many types of hair removal procedures to invest your time and money into. Waxing, sugaring, threading, laser hair removal and electrolysis. It’s best to go in for a hair removal service when your hair is the size of a grain of rice.

Waxing: every 2-5 weeks. face, underarms and bikini can be done every 2-3 weeks. hair length should be 1/4 of an inch.

Sugaring: every 2 weeks. hair length should be at least 1/8 of an inch.

Threading: every 2-3 weeks.

Laser Hair Removal: every 4-6 weeks done in about 4-6 treatment sessions. maintenance treatments can be done once every 6-12 months.

Electrolysis: every 2-4 weeks done in about 8-12 treatments. can take any where from 8 months, 12 months and 2 years to complete the treatment.

Cosmetic Injections

Cosmetic injections tend to be a yearly treatment routine. I recommend investing in packages in order to get more treatment sessions for a certain amount of money. They can also include a free treatment. Packages can be used for medical esthetic procedures such as laser hair removal packages, body contouring packages and tattoo removal packages as well.

Participating in Botox parties are also a good way to get a discount and purchase Botox packages. I used to assist hosting botox parties which included champagne, mimosas, cute desserts and discounts for clients if they brought a friend!

Botox: once every 4 months.

Lip Filler: once every 12-18 months.

Chin Filler: once every 1-5 years.

Non Surgical Rhinoplasty: once every 6 months.

Nails

During the summer time is when I go into the nail salon more often than usual to keep my nails and toes ready for the sunshine.

Gel Manicure: every 3-4 weeks between fills.

Gel Pedicure: 2 weeks to 1 month.

Acrylic Nail Set: filled every 2-3 weeks. every 8 weeks to replace fake nails.

Hair

Your hair should be healthy and kept in good maintenance by using an effective salon routine.

Hair Color: every 4-6 weeks between each hair coloring session.

Haircut: every 6-8 weeks or every 3-4 months.

Extensions: glue and tape extensions every 4-8 weeks, sew-in extensions every 6-8 weeks and micro-link extensions every 2-3 months.

Wig Installations: every 1-6 weeks.

Other

Lash Extensions: every 2-3 weeks.

Lash Lift: every 6-8 weeks.

Lash Tinting: every 4-6 weeks.

Bow Tinting: every 4 weeks.

Brow Lamination: every 4-6 weeks.

Microblading: touch ups 1 or 2 times a year.

Appointment Layout:

Week 1: hydrafacial & extraction session.

Week 2: eyebrow wax & tint.

Week 3: hair cut & color.

PSA:

How often you get any procedures done depends on you, your budget, your skin, your hair, your nails, your stylist, your esthetician or your health care provider. Please build a beauty routine that fits you and your life style the best!

[forlorn-crows]

⚘ A Little Thing Called Love ⚘

Rating: M for Mature

Pairing: Mountain/Cumulus

Tags: fluff, slice of life, cuddling, and a lil bit of kissin' and teasin'. author is in love with their love okay. the most mature you get is the word 'cock', some brief horn play and titty mentions.

Words: 1,210

Summary: What is Mountain and Cumulus' love, if not something to wax poetically about?

Read on AO3 or below the cut:

"Why're you so pretty," Mountain smiles sleepily, running his hands through Cumulus' hair. "Pretty, pretty . . ." The sunlight filters in through the greenhouse windows, dappled by nearby trees and casting her strands in a golden hue.

"Why are you so sweet, baby?" She smiles back. She scratches behind one of his horns just to see his face go lax and dopey. He hums appreciatively, the noise quickly turning into a rumbling purr. His tail thumps against the daybed. 

"My weakness," he complains through a laugh, nuzzling closer. 

"I know it." She runs her perfectly manicured nails along his scalp with lazy ease as she's done a thousand times over. Cooing as he snuffles against her chest and slips his arms around her middle.

Lazy days like these are always her favorite—afternoons spent holed up in the back corner of the greenhouse where the old daybed sits, lounging on blankets and furs gone ratty from years of use and tiny moth mouths. And of course, snuggled up in the arms of her favorite earth ghoul. 

Mountain, who adores her to no end, always welcomes her for a sun-warmed snooze or a cheeky, semi-secluded makeout-slash-humping session. These moments are his favorite too. Nothing but her jasmine and peachy scent surrounding him, and her eyes looking at him with all the love that can possibly fit in those baby blue irises. Like some inner part of his heart is touched every time she sings his name. 

“Hmm . . . dandelion?” he asks, peeking up at her through drowsy eyelids.

“Yes, sunflower?” The smile she gives him could bring any man—mortal or not—to his knees. 

“You're so good to me,” Mountain sighs. He shrugs her hand reluctantly out of his unruly waves in favor of nosing along her soft jawline. 

Cumulus tips her head back, inviting him to kiss at her supple skin. “It’s easy to be good to you,” she says, a little amused. “How could it ever be anything but?”

Mountain’s arms tighten around her. He smiles against her neck, placing more and more kisses along every inch of it. He would taste her skin for eons if she’d let him. Every inch of her is ripe, full of warmth and softness that lingers on his tongue for hours after indulging in her, no matter how much or how little she’s shared. 

Cumulus knows just how much he savors it. Savors her. Carries pieces of her on him until they inevitably fade, only to find himself back in her arms to gather more. Until his very being is bursting with their mutual touch and adoration. 

“Don’t know. But I may be forever in your debt from the amount of sweetness you afford me.” Mountain rubs his nose against her cheek. “Or, maybe I’ll just get one of those human cavities,” he teases, mouthing at her jaw. 

Cumulus giggles, swatting at him but not actually pushing him away. “Don’t eat me, you big beast. What will Papa say if his favorite ghoulette is stuck between the teeth of his drummer?”

“Ohh,” Mountain lilts, “his favorite, huh?” He pulls away to look at her with an arched brow and a coy, boyish smile. 

“Yep.” She boops the tip of his nose. ”One hundred percent. I tell nothing but the truth.”

“Ah, so you shan’t mind if I ask him to corroborate that fact, then?” Mountain shifts like he’s going to get up and do just that. 

“Mount—”

“No, no, you said it’s true, darling, I’m sure he’ll agree—”

He gets one leg off the daybed before Cumulus chirps and grabs him by the base of his horns, keeping him in place. She dissolves into a fit of giggles when his knee buckles and he falls back onto her. Her laugh rings through the room like a melodic birdsong carried on a gust of wind. It’s as big and lovely as she is; a sound of pure joy. Mountain does just about anything to hear Cumulus laugh. And Cumulus loves that he knows every little thing to pull even the tiniest huff of a chuckle from her. 

This, though, is not wholly on purpose. Mountain gives a breathy laugh in response to her launch at his horns, but it’s mixed with an embarrassingly moan-like noise that has a blush warming up the hue of his olive-toned skin. 

The air ghoulette smiles, pearly-white teeth all on display. “Oh no, baby, something the matter?” The soft pads of her fingers rub slowly around his horns, clutching less tightly now. But her grip is purposeful, teasing. She knows every sensitive spot on his body, and his horns are no different. 

The rub of her thumb against the raised skin around the base of his horns has him gasping, mouth falling open and hands wringing in the fabric of her shirt. 

“I will not give you the satisfaction of attempting to answer that quest–oh fu—” He cuts himself off with a whine as Cumulus’ hand twists just so. The action sends a shiver down his spine, one that lands in his gut and makes his stomach flip with sudden arousal. “Darling, you’ll be the end of me someday,” he says huskily, dropping his face back down to her chest. 

She hums and continues stroking. Soon enough she can feel his cock harden against her thigh. It’s always too easy when she has him like this—truly putty in the palms of her hands. 

Mountain, despite his token protest, wouldn’t change anything about his relationship with Cumulus. It's like she sees what no one else can, digs into all his soft spots as seamlessly and precisely as a ballet routine. He likes that she knows how to ruin him, because it also means she knows how to put him back together when he's broken into a thousand shards of himself. He can never be lost or incomplete when he’s with her. 

“You wouldn’t have it any other way,” she says, pulling down her shirt for his wandering mouth. He mouths over her chest so softly, yet so sloppy, dizzy with lust and infatuation. 

Cumulus, of course, wouldn’t either. The way he kisses her like she’s the only one in the world, holding her like the most delicate bloom on a rare orchid. Mountain cherishes all the parts of her body she tries to pinch away in the mirror, as well as the parts she proudly flaunts. But more than that, he loves her for all she is, holds every nuanced part of her with reverence. 

Together, they can just be. Content to spend their time together however the mood strikes, in whatever situation they find themselves in. A love like theirs can only be described as warm, nurturing, whole. It’s a love that breathes a satisfied sigh every time it’s expressed—every touch, every exhalation, every tear a pure moment of respect and adoration. 

Mountain pulls Cumulus closer, nuzzling along the underside of her breast, lips grazing closer and closer to her pebbled nipple. “I wouldn’t,” he agrees. He runs the tip of his tongue over her skin, delighting in the gasp that falls from her lips. “I’d let you ruin me over and over and over, dandelion.”

Their love is the closest to home a ghoul can get.

[arikasugar]

beauty on a budget for someone new to the lifestyle?

since you’re only starting out, you’ll probably want to focus on affordable products and diy and at home beauty treatments.

you can get affordable skin care products from brands like cerave, cetaphil, and the ordinary. you’ll find all your essential cleansers, serums, exfoliators and moisturizers. you can order facial sheet masks in bulk cheap from amazon. you can also use aztec secret healing clay as a clay masque. skip the guasha altogether and follow a youtube tutorial for face sculpting massages instead.

good quality affordable makeup brands I used when I was nearly broke included e.l.f., nyx, wet n’ wild, maybelline, and makeup revolution. look into some other drug store brands within your budget and check reviews before you buy anything so you don’t waste your money. get generic beauty blenders and powder puffs, you’ll be replacing them often anyway so it’s best to get them cheap. you can buy cheap big makeup brush sets on amazon that’ll last a long time if you clean them regularly and take care of them.

press on nails and home manicures / pedicures will save you a ton of money and time. find a good manicure kit and pumice stone. buy a dollar store basin and some epsom salts to soak your feet. for press on nails I usually get mine from temu or brands like kiss and impress. if you just want to paint your natural nails, get a gel polish like l.a. colors color craze gel or sally hansen miracle gel. if you want to go the extra mile, invest in the supplies and learn how to do your own acrylics or gel manicures.

learn how to wax, shape, and tint your own eyebrows. you can buy an affordable diy wax kit like this one and use youtube tutorials on how to find the most flattering brow shape. (as a bonus, the hard waxing kit can also be used to remove unwanted hair on the rest of your body.) you can also find cheap brow tinting kits that usually last up to five uses at sally’s beauty supply and various other stores online.

if you want your lashes done, you can either get really, really good at applying a strip lash – my go to affordable brands are ardell and kiss – or you can invest in some bulk lash clusters and the falscara diy eyelash extension kit. figure out what lash placement will best compliment your features, then watch lots and lots of youtube tutorials on how to use it and practice, practice, practice. they take some getting used to.

when it comes to hair care, the very first thing you want to do is figure out your hair type with a quiz like this one and find what it needs to look and feel healthy. I have 2A hair, so I would pretty much always spring for nexxus for something moisturizing and lightweight, but I’ve heard great things about ogx, shea moisture, not your mother’s, maui moisture, l’oreal elvive, and garnier whole blends which are great for other hair types, densities, and textures. all these brands carry a wide variety of products from shampoo, to leave in treatments, to hair masques, to curl cream — you get it. again, read reviews. you can also use a cotton t-shirt to dry and plop your hair instead of spending money on a microfiber towel, and a satin scarf wrapped around your head to protect your hair while sleeping instead of a silk bonnet and pillow case.

if you’re into styling your hair, two of my favorite methods are heatless styling and blowouts. for heatless styling, you may not even need to purchase any new styling tools. I started out using this heatless robe curl method and eventually started doing other heatless styling methods like the ones on this playlist once I started buying more tools, and did styles like these when I didn’t feel like setting my hair at all. for styles that require heat, a highly suggest investing in a dyson airwrap – which can do pretty much everything – so you don’t end up spending even more on an arsenal of hot styling tools.

good luck, sugar

xoxo

[piratecore-art]

Uma and Audrey as roommates at Auradon Prep. Maybe Harry's there (visiting Uma).

Audrey was sketching. 

She was at peace. 

She was relaxed. Just her and the tablet and the design-

"Yo! Princess!" 

Audrey took a deep breath and counted to five, just like her therapist had told her. One, two, three- 

"Princess! Get your head out of your fancy ass gadget, I'm talking to you!" 

Audrey slammed her tablet down on the (luckily soft) bed. "What?" 

She looked up to find Uma smirking at her. 

The pirate was lounging on her own bed, across the room from Audrey. Her legs were crossed at the ankle, just above where her teal leather leggings met her short brown and gold boots. She was propped up on her elbows. 

"Finally, I've captured the attention of Her Royal Highness." Uma raised one eyebrow, the piercing stabbed through the slit glinting in the mid-afternoon light streaming through the dorm windows. 

Audrey wondered absently how much it would hurt to get a piercing. 

Not that she's ever mess up one of her own perfectly manicured eyebrows. Not with the amount she paid to get them waxed weekly. 

She lifted a hand and absently tucked a strand of brown and pale pink hair behind her ear. "What. Do. You. Want." 

Uma rolled her eyes. "Relax. I just want to know how to open the windows." 

"That's it? Oh, it's pretty easy, you just lift the crank and then-" Audrey narrowed her eyes. "Wait. Why do you want to know?" 

Uma simply pointed at the window overlooking the grounds. It was a beautiful view, particularly because they were on the third floor. Perhaps Uma just wanted some fresh air. That was probably all, Audrey decided, as she stood gracefully to walk to the window. 

And then a face popped up, grinning manically at her through the glass. 

Audrey screamed. 

I mean, can you blame her? It was a face, in a third story window, looking like death warmed over. 

Audrey stumbled back, clutching her chest. Uma laughed and stood, swaggering over to open the window herself. 

A second later, Harry was in the room. 

"Princess." He grinned at Audrey and gave an overexaterated bow. "Didn't mean to scare ye." 

Audrey was about to snap back that he had, but she didn't get the chance. 

Harry had spun around and locked lips with Uma in a passionate kiss. 

_______

Hope you enjoy! More coming soon on AO3 so watch for that

[apoptoses]

Do you think Armand ever helped Daniel manscape? Or subjected him to it 😬 Its’s mentioned that he often bathed, shaved and dressed him to his liking and I see Armand as the type of lover who would obsess over and hyper fixate on every part of his partner’s body, pubic hair included 🫢

oh boy anon DO I. Buckle in because i've got THOUGHTS.

so like, shaving his face? absolutely, that started out as a totally benign request when Armand got curious about modern disposable razors. Daniel was down, it's fine, he does half his face to demonstrate and show Armand how to handle the razor and then lets him finish the other half. And it's nice, it kinda makes him feel spoiled to sit on the edge of the tub and let Armand tilt his head around and wipe the shaving cream off his face. He's happy to let Armand have full control over that particular grooming chore.

(Does Armand sometimes nick his jaw? Yes. Does Daniel think that's on purpose so he can lick up the blood? Also yes. Does he care? Not really, secretly it's becoming a turn on.)

Naturally, it escalates.

It starts with shaving Daniel's chest just to see what he'd look like with it smooth. Then it's his armpits, because Armand wants to know what they look like bare and how long it takes for them to grow back (three very fucking itchy weeks, where Daniel can't stop squirming and thinking about Armand every time he tries to sneakily scratch at the stubble through his shirt).

At this point Daniel tells him no shaving below the waist, uh uh, not doing it. He keeps everything trimmed short and that's enough, thank you very much. Obviously Armand takes that as a personal challenge.

(in the end all it takes is a few well placed bites, a whispered "please, lover?" and those big brown eyes looking up at him through dark lashes and Daniel crumbles, but he's never going to admit that)

And so he ends up laid out with his legs spread, ass half in Armand's lap while Armand lathers him up with shaving cream and gets at it. It's weirdly hot, he feels all vulnerable and squirmy and Armand's hands are cold and wet with shaving cream and touching him all over. Daniel notices he's not just being tidied up, Armand is taking everything and he goes to protest. But then Armand strokes him with the shaving cream and his brain melts.

(and does his face burn when Armand asks him to lift his knees to his chest so he can get his ass? absolutely. does Daniel jump to obey anyways? you bet)

By the time Armand wipes him down with the towel he just feels so weird and bare, he's got this urge to put his hands over his lap and hide. And Armand just keeps staring in that way of his making it worse. Daniel feels about ready to curl up and die, but then Armand touches his bare skin and oh it's so sensitive. And then Armand bites him low on his groin where his teeth have never been before and- yeah, okay, maybe this was worth it.

They keep it up for a few weeks, because every time Daniel looks in the mirror and sees himself he feels like Armand's possession and he likes it. They do it again with a straight razor, and then once with wax (which makes Daniel cry and that's the most confusing turn on he's ever had). And then the novelty wears off, until decades later when Daniel is a vampire and he remembers it'll all grow back overnight, no itchy phase needed at all.

But YEAH they're both into it not even just for the grooming itself, but the giving over of control, the intimate secret, the constant awareness Daniel has that he's bare somewhere because Armand wants it and he can't stop thinking about his sensitive newly naked skin.

And they switch once. Armand hands him the razor and it's fun, but Daniel is too into Armand with all of his hair intact for it to be anything but a novelty. He'd much rather trim his hair for him, or pull it back, or get out the manicure kit if he's going to do any grooming stuff for Armand.

HOPE THIS HIT THE SPOT, ANON ♥

[misslavenderlady]

Lost Boys - TransFem AU

Part 1: Fun Facts

Ladies and gentlemen, her 💕

Mikayla Emerson

So thanks to the help of several friends that identify as transgender, I have dived into an AU where "Michael" is transfem. She's a lovely lady, and let me tell y'all a little about her~

part 2 HERE , part 3 HERE

Her full name is Mikayla Lucielle Emerson

Sam roasted the hell out of her for originally picking the spelling "Michaela". After a lot of teasing for being so simple with the choice in name change, she went with the spelling "Mikayla".

Went to Claire's to get her ears pierced for her tenth birthday. She prefers gold jewelry and usually opts for small, gold hoops for her everyday look.

She loves nail polish! Whenever she gets a manicure, her go-to color is hot pink.

She's been on estrogen since she was 14, meaning she's about 4 years into taking it.

When her doctor warned her of the risk of blood clots with her estrogen, she decided to take up sports as a way to stay in shape. She took boxing/self-defense classes for a bit, but ultimately gravitated to cheerleading in high school.

The idea of waxing is TERRIFYING to her. When she first saw one of her friends get her legs waxed, Mikayla nearly fainted. She instead uses Nair to keep her legs, arms and face smooth. It's a lot more work, but she ain't about to get wax yanked off her skin.

Mikayla only wears one piece swimsuits to the beach. She's worried about having a wardrobe malfunction.

Didn't really do much training to alter her voice. When she was in high school in Phoenix a guy on the football team she had a crush on said her voice was very sexy. She's been chasing that high ever since.

She's still very insecure about how she acts. Her posture and the way she walks is something she obsesses about a lot.

Nearly started crying when she realized how EXPENSIVE bras are. RIP her wallet.

Still rough-houses with Sam. She used to be insecure about acting "boyish", but came to terms with the fact that she can act however she wants and that won't take away her identity. She will not hesitate to jump over the staircase to chase Sam down if they're playing.

Sam constantly embarrasses Mikayla. If a friend of his had a crush on her, he'd say something like "she ruined our sink pipes with her clogged hair" or "you should hear how loud she snores!". It annoys Mikayla to no end.

Mikayla identifies as bisexual. She was able to blend in with the boys when she was a kid because they all talked about girls and she felt attraction to them. Now whenever she's with her girl friends she talks about boys. She's constantly trying to blend in.

She sometimes thinks she doesn't thank Lucy enough for her support as a mother. When they move to Santa Carla, she gets a job in order to help provide for the family. Lucy is proud of her daughter for being so hard working.

Mikayla is just an absolute BABE! I don't know what else to say.

[thesapphireprincess]

My Beauty Routine 🩵

🫧🪭🕯️🐚🪞🫖: This is my beauty routine and I wanted to share it. This is what I do to stay fresh and feel beautiful.

Inside & Outer Beauty Basics

- Clear skin: Have a simple skincare routine day & night. Cleanser, toner, serum, clay/sheet face masks, exfoliating products/tools and a moisturizer.

- Drink 32-64 ounces of water daily, drink teas, smoothies, green juices and matcha a few times a week.

- Eat Greek yogurt, granola with fiber, kimchi & dark leafy greens a few times a week.

- Sleep 8-9 hours a night. You can use sleepy time tea or take melatonin and put on a nature documentary and you’ll be fast asleep in no time.

Grooming

- Shave legs & arms every few days or wax/laser.

- Shave underarms every few days.

- Get a bikini wax: Personally I trim and then use hair removal cream (Please follow the timer and don’t go over the limit.) to get most of the hair on the outside and then shave with a fresh razor and no scented shaving cream to get the rest. I follow up with non scented body wash in the shower and then apply Aloe-Vera gel afterwards.

- Wax upper lip and eyebrows: I use small eyebrows scissors, facial hair removal cream, tweezers and an eyebrow pencil for precision.

- Shave knuckle hair on hands and feet. (unfortunately I grow hair here)

Improvements and growth

- I am growing out my natural nails: Refresh clear nail polish 2-3x a week and do a manicure/pedicure every other week. ( Nail Polish and Acrylics can damage your nails.)

- I am growing out my hair: Keep hair in dark mermaid braids and wash when needed. I know how to braid my own hair and I’ve been doing it since I was 14. I grew it super long the last time I wore them in braids for like a year. I have a great hair care routine so I will see how much my hair grows.

- Whitening and straightening teeth: I had smile direct club and it straightened my teeth, I just have to maintain it with my retainer which I forget to wear sometimes. I use whitening mouthwash and then whitening strips. The dollar store has whitening strips that actually work or you can get the $20 box at the store. Brush 2x a day and floss/use a water pick. Wear retainers!!!

- Hair, skin and nail gummy’s. These really work and help a lot.

[youryanderedaddy]

I can order a yandere cute (kawaii), who maybe because of his cute and innocent appearance managed to get close to his beloved, but maybe this boy is not only cute and has a very disturbing past...

tw: female reader, sadism, captivity, deregatory language My ko - fi <3

He was brushing your hair while humming quietly under his breath, his delicate fingers barely touching your silky locks, working through the knots masterfully. Half of Avery's face was lit up in soft sunlight, coming from the ajar window. You could feel the slight spring breeze and the smell of linden and sulfur in the air spoke a song of light warm rain. The man (it felt wrong to call him one when his face still held youthful, boyish beauty) carried himself wish utmost elegance and kindness, attending tenderly to this part of you he loved so dearly, and yet you felt pain. Any time you made the mistake of easing into his touch or leaning away from the comb, you ended up curled on the floor with his fist tightly wrapped around your locks, pulling them up, and your eyes big, red and puffy.

"I told you not to move, darling." Avery would remind you with a tone so sweet it could burn your throat like wax on your skin. You clenched your teeth - it wasn't just the pain, but also the suddeness of it, the moment of surprise, of waiting in silence while your heart tried to punch out of your very chest. "Didn't I?" He whispered in your ear, making sure to pull your hair even tighter so you would arch your back and turn your head towards him so your eyes would meet his. The gaze that glowed in red, that haunted your nightmares. You quickly nodded with whatever mental strenght you had left.

Your master sighed, finally contented enough to loosen his grip onto you and let you fall to the floor. You didn't break the eye contact - couldn't even dare to. He titled your chin up, sticking his manicured nails into your skin, unbothered by your pained whimpers. To him you were nothing, but a doll - a beautiful plaything fit to suit his own charms. You looked up at your captor again. He was so cute. So innocent and sweet in the way his pupils dilated and sparkled with exciment, and his nose wrinkled, and his cheeks turned pink as he sank his teeth deep into your neck, leaving the darkest of marks. The ones that never really healed.

"You've always been a pretty little bitch." You could feel Avery smile sadistically against your jawline, moving closer and closer to your lips. For a moment you thought he might kiss you, so you held your breath with squinted eyes, anticipating the inevitable. But that didn't happen. Instead the man giggled cruelly, amused by your silly, naive reaction, then gripped your neck and squeezed down as he leaned to lick the tears off your wet cheeks. "And now you're all mine."

[uhhhhyandere]

jailbird 2

summary: ada generally makes things worse for you, for fun. For once, she makes things better. plus, a newcomer enters alcatraz. he's fine as fuck. tw: heavy mommy kink (holy shit); head (reader receiving); dirty talk

author's note: i think i have a mommy kink.

word count: 3.7k cross posted on Ao3

"That hurt so much fucking more than I thought it would,” you bemoan, legs stretched and icepack rubbing smooth circles around your poor, abused, and stretched-out cunt. Because, you know, the prison has the same healthcare system as a middle school. Fucking Officer Chambers. You knew she hated you. Head thrown back against the pillow, your eyes meet the bottom of Ada’s mattress, your face contorted in dramatized pain, and that’s saying a lot. You just had a police baton shoved up your vagina. Still, with the ice numbing your labia, it’s reduced to a dull throb now that the sun’s set and the worst has passed. You whine. “Ouchie.” Ada’s leg comes down to kick you with the rough pad of skin beneath her toes. It was imprecise since she just leaned her body down to do it, but it managed to hit you in the temple anyway. “Ouchie!” You whine again, holding your head as her foot returns to dangle off the upper bunk.

“What did you really think was going to happen?” 

“I know, I know.” You pout, cheek against the pillow, and smushing against it. “But like…  come on. I’d be a fucking idiot if I turned down Chris’s deal. You know that. Fucked with a baton in front of everybody in exchange for the fucking key to our cell?! How could I say no?” You hiss before you can say more, and finally take your pussy off the ice, tossing the pack to the ground to let it cool off, and so your labia don’t freeze off. That would make for terrible sex, and you can't have that. 

“Say it louder,” she drawls.  “And easily, if you want to know. You know they can just change the locks, right? Probably will.” 

“You think I haven’t thought of that already?” You spread your legs wider. Since the prison jumpsuit is just that, you’re naked in your bunk. There’s the slight, wafting smell of sex in the air. You think it smells good, actually. Maybe panty sniffing isn’t as weird as you thought it was. Or maybe you’re a narcissist. “Master key baby.” 

"He’s lying to you,” Ada says too easily. “No way he’d be able to get a copy of it to you.” You trill your lips and roll your eyes. “You honestly think Chris will be able to not only steal Wesker’s key but make a copy of it, all under his nose?” 

“He’s a stand-up guy.” 

“...He stuck a baton up your vagina.” 

“I let him!” You could hear her roll her eyes. 

“You’re unbelievable.” 

“For the master key—.”

“That he’s not going to give you!” You huff.

“You are being so mean to me right now.” 

“And you’re being too much of a childish brat to be in federal prison.”  

“You can you blame me? My pussy feels as though I just popped out all the Duggar’s then some.” There‘s silence and shuffling, and then Ada drops to the floor, hand grabbing the support bar as she leans into your bunk. Her head cocks. How can she look so good in fluorescent orange? She belongs in Prada or Armani, not smirking down at poor self-inflicted masochist you in a jail cell, left to rot off the coast of San Fran in some recycled, tax-funded jumpsuit.

“Ah, I’m so sorry. Your pussy hurts? I had no idea.” Her tone mocks you, talks down to you. She lets go of the bed to sit on the mattress near your leg, long fingers caressing your thigh. “Tell me how bad it hurts, baby.” Oh. Your mouth opens and closes like a trout on land, like you’ve got gills. Yeah, you do have gills, and Ada’s pussy juice is your water. 

“...No. I take it back. It doesn’t hurt.” The words are as tense as you are, tight. Gotta ask her what inmate waxes her brows, because when she knits them, skin folding between her brows, they’re shaped perfectly. She takes her manicured hand off your thigh. Well, mostly manicured hands. You take particular note of her middle finger, index finger, and thumb being cut short. Sly dog, her. 

"Oh? I’m glad then.” She moves to get up.

“N-no, wait!” You call out, too desperate. Way too desperate. Your eyes flare wide, head shooting up and pulling your neck and spine with it. “I-I lied. It hurts.” It hurts, mommy. But you don’t speak the word, yet it bounces around your head like the most perverse pinball of all the pinballs on every 2005 desktop computer. You swallow. “It really, really hurts.” 

“Tell me where it hurts, baby.” She kneels back down on the bed. Strange plus side of prison beds. They make the upper bunk very high. Ada has no problem kneeling over you, looking down with the same contained, untelling look. She may want to throw up looking at you, or she may want to ride you ‘til you’re in a Clint Eastwood film. You'd probably thank her either way. 

Your elbows support you now, and you keep your head and chest propped up to keep looking at her. God, you never want to stop looking at her. Lord if you went blind right now, you’d pray you never lost his image. No, no, scratch that. Get that jumpsuit off, and maybe you can say that. You exhale a stuttering, fragile breath. 

“Will you… will you make it better?” The best sex is shameless, where you set your pride aside, you learned early. You give her your best doe eyes. She may be immune to them. She may not. You’re aching to find out. Aching, and your cunt was already aching from being abused just hours earlier. Now? You can imagine the wetness, feel it against the draft of your cell. You rub your thighs together, inner thigh fat rubbing together with it. “You have to tell me what hurts first. Come on, you can tell me. You know you can.” Her lip gloss shines with her smile. Never with teeth. Showing teeth means showing weakness. Ada Wong was not weak. Her hands grab one of the many supporting beams holding her mattress up, and she leans forward, black, silky locks hanging on either side of her face. She hovers over you. “Go on, so I can make it all better.” It sounds patronizing, but so, so hot. Your cunt throbs, and you rub your thighs together more.

“It hurts here,” mommy, is the natural end of that sentence. You spread your legs as far as you could with Ada’s thighs on either side of your own. Your finger drags down your tummy through your pubes and rests on the drop-off above your clit, resting between the hairy flesh. It’s still chilly from the ice. “Right here,” mommy. Her eyes follow your finger, leaning farther and farther away from your face so she can keep track of it. “It’s killing me. Please help.” 

"Awh, you’re so polite, baby.” Ada scootches back so she can rest her breasts on the mattress between your legs. Her back is arched, and her ass is lifted behind her, so far away. She examines your cunt for a moment before glancing up at you. “But you need to be more specific. Use your words, baby. What hurts?” 

"My pussy hurts,” mommy. Your willpower will only last for so long on that. You crane your neck to get a better view of her, can see the way her slender shoulders taper down to her waist, then curve out with her ass. Long legs keep her backside up. “Please help me.” Each plea from you is breathy, nothing more than soft exhales. 

“Your pussy?” Ada hums. “Okay, baby. I got you. I got you.” Her hot breath electrifies your cold labia. Her finger glides between your lips, and there’s a sharp intake of breath. “Oh, baby. Your pussy is so cold. Can you even feel that?” Ada hinges her finger, bringing the tip up, up, just below your clit, then back down to collect the juices pooling in your hole. You whimper.”Words, baby.”

“I feel it. I feel it,” mommy. Mommy, I feel it. Please, I want to feel more. Please let me. Please make me feel good, mommy. My pussy hurts so much. Your eyes flutter shut, head tilting back towards the ceiling. “Feel it.” Her finger circles in your hole before sliding back up to push against your clit. Muscles tight, you gasp at the contact. 

“Mhm, I know. Want me to kiss it better?” She doesn’t wait for an answer. She blows a delicate, hot breath over your cold labia, and you moan. Ada then leans forward so her lips can press a soft, soft kiss to your clit. A pathetic cry sounds from the back of your throat at the gentle smooch, and you fall back onto the pillow with a soft thud. It’s fire compared to the chill of the ice. Her hum echoes through your bruised pussy. You wonder if her lip gloss is stained on your pussy lips now. “Yeah, you like that, right?” You nod, shallow and fast.

“Y-yeah, I like it.” I like it, mommy. I like it sooo much. Please kiss my clit, mommy. Tell me how good I’m doing, how pretty my pussy is. How proud of me you are for taking that baton today. You open your eyes once more. “Thank you for kissing me today.” Ada hums again, a sweet sound. She meets your eyes over your pubes and stomach and kisses your clit again, full lips pursed and lingering. You exhale once more. Oh, mommy. 

“I like to kiss you, baby. I know what it does to you.” Of course, she does. Her smirk is dangerous, charming, It doesn’t reach her eyes. “Want me to give your clit some more kisses? Your poor pussy was bullied today, wasn’t she?” Ada presses a kiss against your labia. “Yeah, poor girl. Chris was so mean to you, wasn’t he?” She coos, eyes locked on your cunt. “So reckless. So careless.” Ada presses another kiss to your cunt, but her tongue slips between her lips, scooping up your taste in a quick swoop of the tongue. “Mm, baby. You taste so good, and you’re warming up for me.” 

Your hands reach back for the pillow beneath your head, grabbing the underside of it, elbows bent over your head as you spread your legs wider, one hanging off the bed while the other is shoved against the wall. Your eyes are clenched shut again, hanging onto her every move, every word. 

“P-please,” you whisper. Please, mommy. Please.

“Shh,” she slaps your stomach. “Not talking to you right now.” She glares up at you. “You put my favorite girl through hell today. All for that brute. If you’re not going to love her the right way, I will. She deserves love and care. Yes, you do.” Her gaze softens on your pussy. “Yeah, don’t worry. Mommy’s here.” What. What. 

You gasp, but before you could even open your eyes and defend yourself, Ada licks a long path from your perineum to your clit, dragging the tip so it’s against your pelvic bone until it flicks up against your little nub. 

“Hng, mommy.” You whine, face contorted like you’re about to sob. Like you’re some little baby. Yeah, her little baby. Weak and pathetic and whining for mommy, crying to her when you did something stupid and hurt yourself. Shocked at the harmful obvious consequences of your own actions, and running to mommy, expecting her help anyway. “Mommy, please—.” 

“Sh, sh, sh, it’s okay, baby. Let it out.” Her breath is swallowed up by your cunt, hot against the glistening muscle. “You did so good today, baby. You were so sexy, crying and writhing on the floor.” Ada laves at your cunt, tongue flat and wide, lax as it drags upwards. “Mmmm, I wish I was the one who was doing that to you. Maybe Chris will let me borrow it, hm?” A long haaah comes with her neck lick, echoing through the emptiness of your cell. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You nod, teeth biting into your lip so hard it may burst open. “Words.” 

“I-I’d love that, mommy.” You expel in a breath. “I’d love anything you do to me.” Your fingers clutch onto the pillow so hard they touch through the material. 

“Yeah? You’d let mommy stuff this cunt with that baton?” Ada purses her lips, smooching your clit and sucking on it. Your shoulders down to your feet contract again. “I’d do it right, baby. I’d lube you up, make sure you enjoyed every second, instead of just forcing it in there like he did.” Ada shakes her head. “Make sure my girl’s pussy was ready for it.” Her arms wrap around your thighs, spreading and holding you open.  

“P-please eat my pussy, mommy.” 

“I wish I could fuck it,” she replies. “Next time.” You know she means it. “Next time, I’m going to be the one making you cry.” Her tongue makes messy and uncoordinated swipes up and down your clit, slipping into the hood before she lifts her head with one, strong suck to it. “Yeah, mommy wants to see her little girl cry for her, but not now. Let me take care of my good girl now.” 

No more talking. Throwing your thighs over her shoulders, her back archs to press her face into your cunt. She works at your clit, tongue broad in one stroke then narrow in the next. Your fist covers your mouth, and your hips rise to grind against her. Ada takes it in stride, pushing back to drag her tongue down to your hole and fuck the muscle into you. Her moan comes out oscillating as your own catches in your throat. 

"Oh, mommy. Mommy.” A mantra, and you hope Mother Mary isn’t listening. Not you mommy. You’re far from a virgin, and so is your mommy. Your back arched, stomach flexing out towards the ceiling, it takes all your willpower not to shove her face into you more, but that’s a no-no. Ada has limits on how much you can force her hand or mouth. Hence your grip on the pillow. “Mommy, please. It feels so good. So good.” Your toes curl into the sheet. 

The sounds are so nasty. The kissing and slurping through your wet pussy, her full lips making out with your hole before her tongue slips its way back inside to writhe against your puffy and tight walls. It’s all so loving, the way she’ll run her tongue back up to your little clit to keep you as wet with your wetness as you are with her saliva, sucking on it with a mmh, mmh, mmh. Yeah, okay, Colonel Sanders. Pussy licking good, baby. 

“Faster, mommy. Please Please.” Your voice is so weak, desperate. Whining out like you have been since you returned to your cell since Chris stretched your pussy to its PR circumference. To your surprise, Ada listens. She comes up for air, and in that second, she winks at you. It must mean good luck, sailor, because the next second Ada fucks your hole with her tongue with the speed of lightning. Oh, the fucking sounds. The squelching and the sloshing and the breaths you’re hardly able to keep up with as tears build in your eyes and you reach to the ceiling, the hand of Adam reaching out to the cum gods for release. But no one answers.

Mommy answers, though.

Her fingers, pressed together rub your drenched clit, already oversensitive. You throw your head back in a blissful sob. With “mommy, mommy, mommy,” under your breath, you pray your real mom doesn’t visit you during visitation tomorrow because you’re going to call her mom and all you’re going to think about is the way your mommy is tongue-fucking your hole and licking up your juices. She rubs your clit with a vengeance and slips her tongue from your folds. She brings her face to yours, nose just inches above your own as she pinches your slit. You cry out and nearly headbutt her from the jolt, sweat beading down your forehead and gasps flying out of your mouth like you’re the front runner for the Boston Marathon, but you’re having way more fun than they ever would. “Mommy, ple-e-ease.” 

“You owe me,” Ada says, free hand soothing back your matted down hair. “Next time, I’m fucking your pretty little face and then your pussy, so we’re even.” You nod, frantically. 

"Yes! Yes, mommy. Please let me cum. Please.” You feel it building in the pits of your stomach, the distinct tightening of who knows what. “I promise I’ll be your good girl. I promise!” 

“Are you going to let Chris do something like that to you again?”

“No! Never! Please, please, mommy. I can’t. I-I can’t hold it in!” You do sob, desperate for release. “I’ll be so good for you. So good. Please.” She leans forward, and her lips don’t taste like cherry anymore. No, they taste like you, like that scent in the air. You kiss her back with unmatched fervor, hips rising to find more than the friction from her fingers. 

“Cum, baby.” 

Oh. Heaven Art Thou, mommy. Ada circles your clit through your orgasms as it rocks through your body, spasms from your toes to your hands. “Such a good girl.” She kisses you again, and with one last flick to your clit, her hand leaves your cunt. “Feel better?” You nod.

“Yes, mommy.” Your brows furrow in your post-orgasmic bliss, and your mouth opens. “How—” 

“Come on,” Ada smiles, rising until she’s knelt over you once more. “Did you really think I didn’t know? Ouchie. Oh, my tummy hurts! You’re so mean to me.” She shakes her head. “So obvious, baby. Just the way you look at me…” She rolls her eyes and stands from the bed, stretching her fingers, and, you’re pretty sure, rubbing your wetness on her lips like lip gloss.

Then, she approaches the whiteboard over the desk and uncaps the marker.

DECEMBER

ADA      |     Y/N  

15               17

“Did somebody really steal your laundry? Or was that another part of you and Chris’s stupid plan? 

“Yes! I think it was that fuck Luis. Hear me out—.” 

Your cunt is still sore the next day, not that it’s too surprising. You consider telling Ada again in the morning before they let your cell block roam free in the area, but you don’t want to owe her three orgasms. You don’t want to give her that much power over you. Well, you do, but she'll stretch those three orgasms over the rest of the month, leaving you with nothing but your fingers when you’re back in your cell. 

You sit on the table on the lowest floor of the prison, feet on the bench connected to it. All the cells are wrapped around the perimeter, from this floor to the third. On the second is the door to the rest of the prison and its offices. It’s where Chris is now with Jill and several other guards. You nudge Ada with your hand and nod up to them. “There. See ‘im?” Amongst the guards is a man in a dark blue suit. “Chris said he’s some fed. Works right under the president. Here on some classified mission.” You can’t get a good look at him from down here, just at the shine of the light against his blonde locks and the strong body underneath that suit. You glance over to Ada, whose eyes linger on him. There's a strange gleam to them, but there's always something in Ada's eyes anyway. No point in ever trying to discern what without going insane. “He’s the one Chris wanted to impress so badly.”

“And he couldn’t think of any other way besides… that?” Your pussy throbs. “He was never the thinking type.” 

“Clearly.”  

“And I think he’s just wanted to do that but needed the excuse.”The fed’s steps are smooth down the stairs, hands soothing down his suit as he goes. You and Ada watch him closely. “Alright, maggots!” Chris. Of course. “Line up! We’ve got some PSAs. So unclog your ears and use your brains, for those who have them. Sorry to those who don’t. Looking at you, Luis.” The Spaniard chuckles, and it’s not the chuckle of your laundry thief. He puts his hand up in feigned surrender, meeting your eyes and winking. Slut. Takes one to know one. 

You line up, and being in this spot again is… interesting. The guards all come down, and in the middle of them… in… in the… in the middle of… the… in the… 

Oh. My. God.

Your mouth goes agape. Even Chris’s deafening voice doesn’t break your trance. It’s like everything around you fades to the background, and the planets all align over the fed’s head. You have never seen a more… ethereal being. Built not as big as Chris, you see strength under that suit. Thick thighs, bulging biceps, man tits under that button down. His blue eyes scan down the line, not yet noticing you, thank god. If he had, he’d notice the hearts in your eyes and the damp spot between your legs. He’s got a small stubble and some blonde fringe over the sides of his chiseled face.

“...Be on your best fucking behavior. None of you want to end up like inmate 3825-63. Do you?” Oh, that’s your number. Yippie! “That’s what I thought. Cooperate with the agent here with whatever he needs for his investigation, and we’ll have no problems. Don’t, and he can kick your ass just as well as I could. Understood?!” Everyone yells their understanding, but you’ve got too much drool in your mouth to do the same. Not really, but you might as well the way you ogle him. “Floor’s yours.” 

The agent steps forward. “Name’s Leon Kennedy, and I’m—.” Oh. Daddy’s here.

[the-consortium]

Geophagia sighed. "Duco. People get very particular about the way chips are arranged... and well... like I said. .. her face turned as she hissed. "I. Don't. Want. a. Mess. on. my. tables. " She raised a manicured finger before grinning. 'Why not get your companion to hold the goose.. but somewhere where you cannot access her easily. Is that a fair deal?"

When Geophagia's face changes in a split second from a mild mask to a brief glimpse into the hell of the warp, Duco raises his eyebrows and grins in delight. The Night Lord really appreciates Jump Sacres!

He taps his forehead in salute in the direction of the hostess, showing her respect.

Then he leans back, one arm draped over the back of the chair, tilting his head slightly. "But why is that? The element of chaos, the nature of chance! A monster among the tiny game chips! Why don't we let Kornelia be part of the process?"

Behind him, Herik hisses an annoyed sigh. The Bird-Astartes roughly pushes one of the players next to Duco aside (though controlled enough not to break anything) and grabs Kornelia before she can put her plan to steal and consume one of the shockingly red, wax-like cherries on another player's drink into action.

Herik ignores Kornelia's loud, honking protest, gently placing a huge hand around her beak to keep her quiet. "Don't argue, Duco. Get this over with, I want to look at the chandeliers in the main hall, the splinters look familiar!" He lets this sentence hang ominously in the air. Since the fall of harmony, most of Fulgrim's sons do not react favourably to looters who have somehow obtained shards of the precious, beautiful crystal towers.