#zit and pimple are the same thing

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Hello

Can I ask you to write a fanfic about Mikey (tmnt2012) in which he has Shellacne?how he would behave around reader

THank you

Shellacne (Fluff)

2012!Michelangelo x reader

A/N: Yes you can🧡 I’ve decided to keep it light, focusing on the short time before they learned Mikey sprinkled himself with mutagen because, well… the big shell zits makes me uncomfortable😅 But we can still have some fun! Hope you enjoy!🧡

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Mikey’s shellacne got him hiding in his room, so his brothers asks you to help them get him out.

Warnings: Spelling and a little shellacne.

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“You have no idea how happy I am to see you”, Leo said in a sigh as you entered the lair, looking relieved just by being in your presents. During all the time you had known the turtles, it wasn’t uncommon to see Mikey’s oldest brother in a tired state. And after you started dating Mikey a few months ago, the sight became more and more common. “He has been in there all day and he won’t come out”.

“I came here as fast as I could when I saw your text”, you said, following him through the lair. “But I have to ask, what is shellacne?”, you asked, referencing the text Leo had sent you, rambling on about how Mikey had gotten this shellacne, whatever the hell that was.

“We’re still trying to figure that out”, Leo said, sounding a little unsure. He led the way to Mikey’s bedroom door, where you found Donnie and Raph waiting, both looking tired and frustrated, only to lighten up a little when they saw you walk in.

“Come on, Mikey!”, Donnie said, knocking on the door. “Raph has promised not to call anymore names!”

“You said the same thing last time, before he called me a pickle!”, Mikey yelled from the other side of the door.

“Hey, you have to admit, it was funny”, Raph said, causing his brothers to look at him in anger and frustration. “Or maybe not”.

“Mikey”, you said, knocking on the door. “What’s wrong?”

You heard an audible gasp from the inside of his room, followed by the sound of things crashing to the ground and Mikey yelping.

“(Y/N)!?”, he asked in panic, keeping the door firmly shut as he ran up to it. “What are you doing here?!”

“Your brothers texted me”.

Mikey gasped once more. “I can’t trust you guys at all, can I?!”, he yelled, directing his anger towards his brothers.

“Well, you can’t trust Raph”, Donnie said, feeling his hot tempered brother sending him foul looks.

“Mikey, sweetheart, please let me in”, you said softly, knowing that it usually helped in calming him down. But to your surprise it didn’t calm him down this time. Instead he continued to panic.

“No!”, he yelled. “You can’t see me! Not like this! I look like a monster! A gross, terrifying monster!”

“It’s really not that bad, Mikey”, Leo said.

“That may be easy for you to say!”, Mikey’s voice sounded. “But it isn’t your face that’s covered in zits!”

“Oh, is that what it’s about?”, you said, sounding more surprised than you meant to. “Acne?”

“Well, to be fair, it isn’t just acne. It’s shellacne”, Raph said, stretching his arms as if nothing was bothering him.

“You really aren’t helping”, you told him before turning back towards the door. “Mikey honey, it’s okay. Humans get acne too”.

“Yeah but humans don't look as horrifying with acne!”, Mikey exclaimed.

“I would disagree”, Donnie said deep in thought, making you question when he would have seen an acne prone human.

You sighed. “Mikey, will you let me in if the others left?”

It was quiet for a moment. You could hear Mikey shuffle around uncomfortably on the outside of the door, as he thought about your offer. As much as he feared how you would react to his pimple covered face, he also really wanted your comfort during that moment.

“Okay, but only if the others promise to leave first!”

And so they did. Although reluctantly, Raph, Leo and Donnie promised to leave and then they did, going to the main area to watch TV and read comic books. Once they were gone, you let Mikey know that the coast was clear, before he slowly cracked the door open for you to slip through. Mikey was timid to say the least, when you made your way into his room, fearing your reaction once you saw his face. And to be honest, you had expected worse. The top of Mikey’s head was covered in small pimple-like bumps. You could see how Raph would compare it to the skin of a pickle, as evil as that sounded.

Mikey looked away, expecting you to cry or scream, keeping his distance. But to his surprise, you closed the distance between you, placing your hands on his cheeks to make him look at you.

“You calling this looking like a monster?”, you asked him with a calm smile. Mikey had not expected you to smile at him, nor be this calm, and therefore your actions made his knees weak. Not that it was anything knew. You often had that effect on him.

“I look like a walking pus!”, Mikey cried out, like a toddler that just wanted to be comforted.

“Mikey, honey, it’s not that bad”, you smiled, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs. “You look like a normal mutant turtle with shellacne”.

“You say it like you have seen a lot of mutant turtles with shellacne”, Mikey mumbled, crossing his arms.

You laughed, finding his grumpy face adorable. You couldn’t help it. I was just that adorable, even with his head covered like that. “Mikey, that is not what I meant”, you said, removing one of your hands from his face to take his hand. “What I’m trying to say is that I don’t think you look like a monster”.

Mikey’s big eyes scanned your face, looking for any hint that showed him you didn’t mean it. But you did. Your sweet smile and sincere eyes told him you spoke the truth. You would never lie, especially not to Mikey.

“Really?”, he asked, still feeling the insecurity in his guts.

“Really”, you answered him, placing your arms around his neck so you could pull him down to place a kiss on his beak. Mikey became a blushing mess by this action, melting into your arms, his head falling against your shoulder as he held you close in a hug.

“You’re really sweet, you know that?”, Mikey muttered against your shoulder, his blush still strong on his cheeks.

“You’ve told me a few times”, you chuckled, giving his shoulder a small squish. “Now come. Let’s see if Donnie has a way to get rid of those”, you said, nodding towards his pimples.

“But”, Mikey started pulling you close to him again. “What if they call me names again?”

“Then I will personally give them a beating worse than any training session they’ve ever had”, you said, causing Mikey to crack a smile. You took his hand in yours once again, giving it a small reassuring squish. “Now, let’s go”.

“Okay”, Mikey smiled, letting you lead him out of his room and into the main area. With your hand in his, shellacne suddenly didn’t seem as bad anymore.

[senka-mesecine]

What if one of the cherries are convinced that you and Barnes are married? "Ain't that some patriotic devotion they have as a family!" 🫡🫡🫡

The Staff Sergeant's Wife?

Robert Barnes x Reader.

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wonderful gif by @woman-with-no-name

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What strikes Taylor as the oddest, most peculiar thing of all is watching you sit on a stool opposite of Barnes, his foot on your knee as you clipped his toe nails with a tiny scissor, your fingers occasionally brushing his ankle; the scarred man's unlaced boot neatly placed on the ground, previously freshly polished and cleaned by your hand no less and yes, he watched that whole process unfold too, from maybe fifty feet away, from what could be called a safe distance.

The day before, same time and same place, you were seated behind the man.

Fingers diligently in his hair, checking for lice.

The day before that?

You were taking a straight razor to his face, shaving his exposed neck dabbed in white creme, a metal pitcher of coffee smoking on a cut log that doubled as an end table on the entrance to the barracks, crack of dawn. You went as far as pouring the man's coffee for him too, joining him as he took tentative sips, in no particular rush right in that very moment, like he intended to prolong the process in the most matrimonially domestic sense. Like he wanted that extra minute with you intact.

And the day before the day?

There was always something the day before.

What was next? You were going to start peeling off the Staff Sergeant's itching, sunburnt skin for him and pop zits and pimples brought on by excessive heat too because why the fuck not?

-"Never seen anything like this."- 

He remarks at one point, unable to contain himself any longer, second week and knee-deep in the indulgence of people watching, King, Crawford and Big Harold giving him speculative looks, as he stood there, arms on his hips. -"I mean —?"- Chris trails off, uncertain how to formulate the sentence he was about to utter, scratching his own chin. Reminded him of his college days. Learning about the Napoleonic wars and the notion that spouses tended to follow war encampments to be with their significant others during their mandatory seven year service. Some shit straight out of the 1700’s. He knew people down South were flag-waving and country-loving, but man --- -"Husbands and wives deployed at the same time?"- He shrugs, shaking his head, needing to do something with the excess amazement in his body. He had parents too. They were married for some odd twenty five years and yet they weren’t this close, so the conclusion was clear as can be. The Sarge and you were downright grooming each other on the daily. Had to be overly patriotic, to get flown out to the country together, was the only way he could explain this. Couldn’t imagine what his own mother and father would be like they were flown out together; had to laugh merely trying to visualize it. As if on cue, King snorts heartily, flicking through his can of beans with a spoon. -"Taylor, what you on and where can I get me some?"- He cocks his head, golden tooth flashing as the centerfold of his smile. -"You think Barnes and her are married? Shit."- The man’s shoulder lurches forward, almost like his whole body suddenly contorted with amusement. Taylor couldn’t understand what was so entertaining. -"They’re not!?"- He immediately interjects, somewhat astonished, admittedly, his mouth moving to speak far quicker than his brain could register that the answer to his query was negative and that his conclusions were all wrong. -"No!"- King slaps his knee, only to proceed pointing his index finger at him, almost in warning. -"Hell, no!"- He adds with special emphasis, energized in the task of shooting him down. -"They’re not even a thing."- California boy Crawford joins in, gentler in his disposition, crossing his arms over his chest, half seated on an ammo crate. -"Now, how would you know that, white boy?"- Almost like a line had to be drawn in the sand of speculation where private relations were concerned, King turns around to face the surfer dude, reprimanding him, not unkindly, but simply like they couldn't confirm for sure what was happening there and like it was better not to touch the unexplored.

-"I know."- Is all Crawford says back with a simple, smiling mellow assurance.

So...you weren't married?

And you supposedly weren't fucking either?

What on earth were you doing then?

And most importantly, just what was he watching for weeks now?

-"Say, Chris —"- 

King stands up then, his can of beans discarded and forgotten.

The hand that held the spoon earlier now free to land on his shoulder.

-"You just keep lookin’ this way. Not that way."-

The man's finger points east, instead of west, towards the entrance of the barracks; the point was clear. He was being issued a friendly warning from someone who knew better, not that Chris understood why. -"He catches you starin’..."- King wags a finger in front of his nose, grinning, always grinning, like in spite of some ill-perceived danger, the man still found this weirdly funny. Chris has to ask. If he wanted to live a life where questions would never be asked and where he'd simply trudge along the beaten path, blind, deaf and mute to everything surrounding him, he would've stayed home. -"If they’re not married and they’re not together, why would looking be a problem?"- He inquires, in all honesty. He swears there had to be something there regardless. He wasn't crazy. He wasn't imagining shit. What kind of woman would be up at 0500, long before anyone else, stitching a man's sweatshirt while he sat merely looking at her if they weren't an item? -"Look, Chris, never mind that. What's it to you anyhow?"- King shakes him a little, some sense peeking in through the cracks, sobering him up. Yeah. Admittedly, why was he so invested into this in spite of himself? -"What Barnes does is Barnes’s business. Always been. Always will be. You new. If you weren't, you'd know by now."- King explains and Taylor feels himself stand there with his mouth half open. Were...these guys that afraid of the Sarge that...they weren't even going to question why anything that happened happened right in front of their faces? He's so perplexed by that idea that he downright doesn't notice when Rhah snuck into their posse, crouching beside the crate Crawford was seated on, licking a cigarette's wrapping paper gripping between two fingers. Rhah Vermucci shoots him a dark, foreboding stare. -"You see a shark swimming in a pond around its meal, you look the other way and count your lucky stars its after someone else's blood and not yours. You dig it!?"- Chris feels the hairs stand up around the back of his neck; an ingrained anxiety loosened up only the fact that King seemed to have enough clemency to alleviate the sudden stress by patting him on the back, practically hoisting his arm around his shoulders with what seemed like words of wisdom; something to take to heart and live by. -"Put your hands in your pockets. Start whistling. Pretending to be lookin' at them pretty clouds and shit."- King snorts, pointing up at the sky.

-"So long as Barnes ain' never looked back at you lookin' at him ---"-

Rhah speaks up, ever as cryptic, his blunt now fully rolled up.

Lit and dangling from his mouth.

-"You good."-

There it was; the quiet terror creeps back in.

Did he? Did Barnes notice Taylor's been watching and the woman?

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What was mere curiosity before turns into morbid fascination.

Maybe more so once he inexplicably gets punished for no discernable reason at all, Sergeant O'Neill there to tell him he'll be on latrine cleaning duty again, this time all on his own and somehow, deep in his marrow, there was this dyed-in-the-bone certainty it was because he was watching what he shouldn't have been watching; an idea further strengthened once he lights up the feces filled metal barrels with kerosene, the shit bursting up in flames and black, putrid smoke cutting through the horizon early morning, pushing the sweat accumulated inside of him to come dripping out of his pores; Taylor's gaze inexplicably drawn back west, towards the barracks and the quietness on the horizon where the sky wasn't charred and mangled by the gusts of stench filled smoke, catching Sergeant Barnes's form exhaling deeply to the point his chest rose and fell with an odd contentment as he walked leisurely, in wide strides to the edge of your tent, raising the wing of its flap and bending down to scoot inside only, halting only to indulge himself in the task of fishing a cigarette out of the box in his pocket and push it into his mouth unlit, Barnes's chin moving, only ever so slightly, and then slightly more so, until his head was turned, across the full length of the base camp, staring directly at him, from almost a click away, making the air tense enough to cut with a knife. Taylor feels those cold eyes on himself as clearly as he would've if the man was standing right in front of him, a mere inch away.

It's only then that Taylor realizes he has been holding his breath all the while.

If he wasn't leaning on his shovel, he would've lost his balance, he thought.

Not married and not an item, huh?

The longer he was in Vietnam, the less he seemed to understand anything.

Barnes holds his gaze for a moment that seems like an eternity.

And then he enters the tent, lowering its wing behind him.

For seemed like a split second, Taylor could swear he saw the man's meaty, scarred mouth inch up like he was grinning.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for calling my mom a hypocrite and telling her she's turning into her mother?

Ok so I'm going to try to give as much info here without revealing too much personal info about myself and family. Apologies in advance if what I say is confusing or seems like it's missing information, as the missing information is most likely incredibly personal.

This is about something my deceased grandmother used to do that bothered both my mother and I that my mother is now doing herself.

My grandmother did a lot of mentally and emotionally abusive things that would take ages to get into, but this ask is specifically about one specific repetitive thing she did. My grandmother "claimed" she had very bad eyesight and was nearly blind ("claimed" because she was a narcissistic pathological liar) but when it came to being nasty or crossing a line, she could magically see excellently.

Specifically, my grandmother would complain all day about not being able to see and being nearly blind but if I was standing on the other side of the room, 20+ ft away, she could magically see a single pimple or blemish on my face across the room and rudely call it out. "What's that on your face? What's wrong with your face? What is that?" But then 5 minutes later, she was "blind" again.

Now my mother is doing the same thing.

Almost daily, she complains about her eyes getting worse and how she can't see. I half-believe her, but she refuses to go to an eye doctor and get glasses/contacts. She has insurance, she just refuses to make an appointment out of stubbornness.

Today, I woke up with a zit on my nose. It's my nose. I can see it. I have mirrors and a front-facing camera. It also hurts. I am well aware of the presence of the zit.

I hadn't even been awake for 5 minutes before my mother with her "horrible eyesight" to loudly and rudely exclaim "what is THAT on your nose? It looks HORRIBLE!"

Which is unnecessarily rude. It's honestly just a spot on my nose. It will go away eventually. But it pissed me off how rude she was being, plus I didn't even have the fuckinv pimple for 5 minutes before she's rudely pointing it out.

So I told her all that. That she was being unbelievably rude and that she was acting just like her mother.

Which was a low blow. She hated her mother and despite the reality that she already is, she hates the idea of turning into her mother.

What are these acronyms?

[no-stupid-questions-official]

Is there a diff between pimples & zits or are they the same thing?

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[bridgyrose]

Weiss freaks out over a pimple

“This cant be happening!” Weiss practically yelled out from the bathroom. She poked at a small zit on her cheek, practically frowning at it as she absentmindedly went through the medicine cabinet for any of her facial creams. “Of all the days for this to happen, why did it have to be today? I dont have time to deal with this!” 

Yang looked almost annoyed as she made her way over. “Weiss, when I said you could stay over, I mean you could yell at nothing first thing in the morning. What’s going on now?” 

Weiss found one of her creams and started to rub it over her blemish, relaxing a little as it seemed to look more like her skin color and not a glaring red dot. “I have a zit!” 

“And?” 

“And?! I cant deal with that today!” 

“Having a zit isnt the end of the world.” 

“I know that!” Weiss growled out as she turned around to face Yang. After a deep breath and a loud huff, she went back to looking at her reflection, still noticing the zit on her cheek. “I still have the charity that I need to be at today, and then the photoshoot, and after that I-” 

“Maybe you should slow down with all of this.” 

“I cant. If I want to fix my family’s name-” 

“A name you dont have anymore.

“-then I have to do this.” 

“Why does it matter?” Yang sighed and pulled away from the bathroom door to get herself some breakfast. “Your father disowned you, so why spend so much time stressing to fix everything they broke?” 

“Because it matters to me!” Weiss sat her facial cream down and looked at the zit on her cheek again. Of course it had to be a stress blemish after spending weeks trying to get everything perfect for today. Her finger ran over the zit again as she started to run water in the sink. “I know I shouldnt care, its not anything I’m ever going to run, but my grandfather… I looked up to him in the same way that you and Ruby looked up to your mother. He was my hero, the one who started my father’s company and the one who made the Schnee name mean something. I-I cant let my father be the one to destroy what the Schnee name was meant to be. So I’ll do everything I can to at least let my grandfather rest knowing that there was at least someone who cared about what he did.” 

“So you’ve decided to what, push yourself to get a family name back and push Ruby and Penny away until you get it back? And how long do you plan to keep this up? Have you tried to call them since moving in?” 

“N-no, they’ve been busy with their own missions. But that doesnt matter right now. Right now, I need to make myself presentable.” 

“If all you want is to look presentable, I have some zit cream you can use. Put a little over and then cover with foundation and you’ll be good all day. But you have to reach out to Ruby and Penny. You cant keep avoiding them forever.” 

Weiss sighed and stared at her reflection. “Zit first, then the charity, and… and then I’ll call Ruby” 

Yang nodded and started to make herself a protein shake. “You better.” 

Weiss went to grab the zit cream, putting a small dab over her zit and padding a little foundation over it. She smiled a bit when it seemed to disappear, her eyes still stuck at where she’d seen the zit. With a deep breath, she pulled away and started to make her way out to her charity event, keeping a mirror on hand. 

[saitama-division]

It was exactly 11:00 A.M. in Saitama when the famous model, Lola Takahashi, left her apartment complex to head down to the modeling agency. Same as everyday, with no change, save unless it was some special occasion. No big deal.

...Of course, the model in an effort to have dozens of flashing cameras on her, failed to take note of her surroundings. For the past several days, someone had been watching her, taking note of her routine. They had done this for the past several days until it was the day of Christmas. As the model departed once more to the modeling agency, the strange observer finally made their move.

Walking up to the front desk of the apartment, the stranger slipped the man behind the desk counter an envelope. Raising an eyebrow, the man opened the envelope. His eyes grew wide as inside the white folded paper were over 100 neatly stacked dollar bills. Looking at the stranger once more, the man looked as they slid a note to them. Picking it up, the man read it and their eyes grew wide as it contained only five words, but the message was clear:

'The key to the penthouse'

The desk assistant and stranger stared at each other for up to 15 seconds before the man wordlessly dropped both a hard key and a keycard into the stranger's hand. With a nod, the stranger walked towards the elevator and swiped the card, sending them to the very top floor. Upon reaching the only apartment available, the stranger unlocked the front entrance and took in the apart of the supermodel, Lola Takahashi.

The whole place made the stranger sick. They could smell sex, alcohol, used toiletries, and above all, desperation. Ugh, they needed to hurry and do what they came to do so they could hurry up and leave this place. Shaking their head, the stranger placed the large black duffel bag they had brought with them down on the ground and opened it up, pulling out various tools. It was time to get to work.

Two hours later...

At long last, the stranger was done. To the untrained eye, it looked like nothing at all was done. The apartment was pretty much in the same way it was when the stranger walked in. Of course, that was only if you weren't a master saboteur, which the stranger was. That was why they were hired, after all. Smirking behind their mask, the stranger gathered up their tools and locked the door behind the apartment. They then returned down to the first floor, and walked up to the desk. Dropping the key and card down on the desk, the stranger wordlessly exited the apartment complex.

Making their way out, the stranger pulled out their cell phone, opened up their text messages and typed a message to an unknown number. The message was short and sweet:

'Job is done. Expect results soon.'

With that, the stranger disappeared out of Saitama, their work complete.

Several more hours later...

The figure of Lola Takahashi was busy running home from the nightclub she was previously in, in a panic. Why is that, you ask? Well...

It may or may not have had something to do with the fact that her hair was currently itching like crazy due to the fact that she had somehow or other come down with a bad case of head lice.

It could have been due to the fact that her face was suddenly breaking out like crazy, coming down zits and pimples galore.

Or, it could have been the fact that dozens of people were laughing at her and she had to get home before her reputation worsened. It could have been all of those things and more. Whose to say, really?

As the model finally made it home, she thought her problems were finally over. However...

As she opened the door to her apartment...

A huge explosion went off that sent the model tumbling back. When she had finally regained her bearings, she found her entire living room and most of her kitchen filled with glitter, as well as a noxious foul odor. The model looked around in shock as her entire apartment was absolutely ruined!

Who the hell could have been responsible for this? This was supposed to be Christmas day! A day where she was supposed to have fun and celebrating! Instead, her entire evening had been absolutely ruined!

The itching in her hair reminded her of the pain she was currently in and she quickly ran to her bathroom, ignoring the mess in her apartment for now. As she turned on the light, she looked at the large mirror in her bathroom and stopped in shock as there was a message on it, which finally brought to her attention who was responsible for all this...

In Okinawa...

In her bedroom of Eagle's Nest, Evelyn was busy sipping a martini through a fancy straw, a smile on her face. She didn't know why, but she felt pretty good about today as a dark smile made it way to her face.

"Alexa, play 'Gives You Hell' by All-American Rejects."

"Sure. Playing 'Gives You Hell' by All-American Rejects on Apple Music."

Obeying the command, the A.I. began playing the song on her device as Evelyn continued smiling, humming the lyrics to the song.

Back in Saitama...

The model was busy staring at the message on her bathroom window. What was the message, you ask? It was simple, containing only six words, yet the message, itself, was clear:

'DON'T FUCK WITH A CALIFORNIA BITCH'

Several days ago...

"So... you want my help to get Lola back for pranking you on your birthday?"

"I wouldn't, like, ask if I didn't need your help."

"And what, exactly, is keeping me from telling her or Sumire about your little plan?"

"I'll pay you for your help."

"...How much we talking?"

"I don't care how much. Price isn't, like, an option for me."

"...Let's say I say 'yes'. What exactly do you want me to do?"

"I don't, like, give a damn! Just make that bitch regret fucking with me, so she, like, gets the point not to do it again."

"..."

"Well? Are you, like, in or what?"

"...Meh, what the hell? I had nothing else to do. And I don't particularly care for her anyway. Plus, since Sumire helped her, that pretty much makes her fair game, anyway."

"Great! How much?"

"We'll discuss price after I'm done."

"Awesome! Like, thanks Aranai!"

"Meh, what can I say? I'm always up for a game of 'Prank War'."

“God Tsumugi, you look horrible.” Lola Takahashi wrinkled her nose in disgust as she stared at her pitiful assistant who was too busy scratching her scalp off her head, the blonde wig thrown and discarded. The two walked back towards the ruined living room, the blonde model clicked her tongue in annoyance, she was definitely going to have to call someone to clean all this up but she could worry about that later, besides, she had three other penthouses in other Divisions she could stay at and there was Sayaka’s place too.

Lola took a sip of her hot chocolate before speaking. “Though I can’t say that I didn’t see this coming, like c’mon who the fuck does that dumb bitch think I am? It was only a matter of time before she would clap back but honestly, who the fuck pranks someone on Christmas? Talk about a fucking grinch, am I right?”

“L-Lola-san! Please!” Tsumugi cried out, tears streaming down her pimple infested face as she tugged and pulled at her hair. “Please help me, I did what you asked me to do!”

“I know, darling, I know.” Lola cooed, pouting. She genuinely did feel bad about throwing her loyal assistant into the line of fire but there was no fucking way that she was going to lay down and take whatever ameuter scheme Evelyn fucking Rose had planned for her. “You were so good for me, you did everything I told you too and more, to think I was worried that this wouldn’t work, don’t worry, you’ll be compensated very generously and I want you to take a few days off to recover, you’ll be paid of course and I just want to say thank you so much, you really saved my ass.” The model beamed.

Now, I know what you’re thinking, how is Lola still standing in one piece and looking as beautiful as ever if not more? Wasn’t someone stalking her? How could she have slipped under their radar? Well…

— Several Days Ago —

Lola raised a brow at Sumire’s caller ID before answering, placing the phone up to her ear. “Hey Sumi, what’s up?”

“Hey Lola, do you remember that prank you pulled on Evelyn for her birthday?”

A wide smirk graced the Russian model’s face, oh how glorious it was, she was so grateful for Sumire for helping her and sending her the camera footage of Evelyn having a mental breakdown in the bathroom. “Of course, dear, it quite literally happened yesterday. Why do you ask?”

“Well I’m sure you already know but Evelyn is determined to get it back in blood, I overheard a conversation between her and Aranai, I think it’s best if you lay low for a few days.”

Lola rolled her eyes, sighing. “Oh god, the hell is that bitch planning?”

“Dunno but since she’s turning to Aranai for help, it’s definitely something to be on your guard for, I should know. Look, don’t tell anyone this but I’m willing to help you out again, I can hide you somewhere until it all blows over.”

Lola raised a brow, surprised and a bit touch that the anarchist would do this for her. “Aw, thank you Sumi but I gotta ask, why? Look, you know I’m willing to pay whatever price you have.”

“Don’t worry about it, you’re one of the few people in this country that I genuinely like, besides I’ll be damned if I let Aranai one up me. So? You in or out?”

“Hold on gorgeous, I can’t just suddenly disappear out of nowhere, especially after I gave Barbie Bitch her gift, not only would that be suspicious as hell but that’ll also make me look cowardly and I’ll be damned if I’ll let anyone think I’m scared of that skank. Plus, it’ll be cruel to deprive my adoring fans of their daily dose of Aphrodite.” Lola pouted and she could practically see Sumire rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, I get it but what are you going to do? It’s not like you can find someone to fill in for you while you’re gone.”

That made Lola pause for a moment before her eyes lit up as she had an idea, “Actually…I do.”

“Wait what-“

“I gotta go Sumi, send me the details later!”

“Lo-“

Lola hung up and immediately began dialing a new number, tapping her fingers impatiently as she waited for whoever was on the other line to pick up.

“Lola-san? Is something wro-“

“Tsumugi! Do you want a raise?!”

— Now —

“Dolly’s on her way now, Tsu-Tsu, she’ll take you to a doctor to get yourself treated, now you just focus on resting up and getting better, okay? I’ll need my perfect assistant at her best!” Lola beamed at the still scratching girl as she left her penthouse and took the elevator down to the lobby, her eyes landed on the reception desk where a man was usually supposed to be but he was unfortunately let go…into the back of a black van, the model had a feeling that the beaches of Okinawa will receive a rather unpleasant surprise.

Huffing, the blonde took out her phone again and dialed a number, putting the device next to her ear as the other line picked up. Immediately, Lola was greeted to the sound of people cheering and screaming along with other unidentifiable noises before a clear voice spoke.

“Yo.”

“Hey Sumi~” Lola greeted, smiling brightly. “You sound busy, I’m not interrupting anything am I?”

“Ehhhhh, not really, I’m just enjoying a show, what’s up, how was the trip back?”

“Oh it was great! Hey, listen, thank you so much for all your help, I really owe you big time.”

“No problem, so, what are you gonna do now? I mean, your place isn’t exactly ‘habitable’ now, also do you plan on getting Evelyn back?”

Lola sighed and rubbed at her forehead, feeling a headache coming. “I’m not worried about that, I can always have it fixed and I’m not short on places to find shelter. I’m just gonna kick back and relax today, I mean it is Christmas after all, plus there’s a certain birthday girl I need to visit.”

“Ahhh, that’s right, tell Kureha I said happy birthday, but what about Evelyn?”

“Will do, and what about her? I’ll let her think she’s won, it is the holiday after all and mainly because I don’t want to have to deal with her irritating ass more than I absolutely have to. Until I beat her ass to the point where she’s unrecognizable in the DRB, I want nothing to do with her.”

“Gotcha gotcha, merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas~”

Did you really think I was going to make it easy on you, Taito dear? 🖕

[thekinslayed]

Scientist anon again lmao sorry forgot to add! Yes slugging is a thing! It’s great for your skin!!! Aquaphor and Vaseline are the best when you’re slugging! Also, if you’re still having breakouts, I recommend only spot treating. I typically use the Kate Somerville drying lotion and hydrocolloid patches. They are the best at removing dirt and gunk from the pores. The drying lotion is for active breakouts you wanna suppress.

In the future I recommend the Peter Thomas Roth sulfur mask. It’s never given me problems before and works amazing. The pimple patches I find that are the best out there are: ZitSticka (traditional hydrocolloid patches not their microneedle ones), Hero Blemish Patches (they have big ones for larger areas of the face), and Peace Out! Zit stickers! The Peace Out ones are some of my husbands favorites! Try to avoid the “fun” ones. They are cute but typically dont work and a lot of them don’t have the hydrocolloid in them to draw out the pus and other yucky stuff

Also, avoid any face cleansers that contain salicylic acid or benzoyl peroxide. They will likely dry out your skin even more and make it worse. When you have active breakouts the trick is to hydrate and spot treat. Especially when you have sensitive skin! Use something that probably contains some form of colloidal oatmeal or aloe Vera. The active ingredients and the most concentrated will be at the top of the ingredients deck so always look out for that. If denatured alcohol is at the top, try to avoid them as they exacerbate dryness in the skin.

Sorry for all the info dumping! T•T learning about skincare has been my hobby for years because of what I wanted to do as a profession and because of my sensitive skin lmao. I have had to curate my products very carefully!

If you have any other questions let me know! ^•^

hi!!! wanted to let u know i tried slugging tn and it’s def an interesting feeling lmao i’m glad the nights are colder now or else i would be miserable 😩 fingers crossed tho!!

i highkey hate the starface patches! i use the ones from cosrx that i’ve been using since high school and i swear by them :)

i can’t thank you enough for your help 🫶 i’ve been into skincare for years but i def lack in research and am too easily influenced by whatever product’s viral lol sharing this to help other people who might be experiencing the same things :) ty ty scientist anon i literally love you so much

[natureaker]

FtM HRT Month 2 Update

You already know the drill based on the title. Let's roll.

Voice: not as sore as it was the first month by a long shot. got over whatever cold i had (which had nothing to do with the testosterone, though my throat was sore before) and things mostly stayed the same in terms of voice. I do feel like I'm starting to speak differently though, and my throat gets sore sometimes after talking. Maybe I should actually start up on some of that voice training...

Hair: I feel like my eyebrows and eyelashes are starting to fill in a little bit. Not a whole lot, but sometimes I look in the mirror and get whiplash from my own face. ALSO, I think my facial hair is darkening! My mom pointed out my little moustache and the other day, I noticed a dark chin hair! Considering that not having facial hair was/is something that causes me dysphoria, this makes me so so SO euphoric (even if most people don't see it)!

Skin: I'm getting a few more pimples, particularly on my chin. I even got one on my shoulder, which is odd because during my first puberty, I never really got pimples/zits/acne/whatever you wanna call them in that area. Time for me to get on that skin care routine

And honestly, that's about it! I have an appointment in a few days with my hormone doctor, and if all goes well, I'm hoping that my dose gets increased! (I'm currently on 25mg of Androgel a day)

[healthy-journ]

Acne Skin Treatment: Understanding the Different Types of Acne

Our skin has tiny holes/ pores on top that can, at times, be blocked by dead skin cells, dirt, bacteria, or even oil! When such a thing happens, we see a pimple on the skin. This is, at times, also called a zit.

If you get a lot of pimples, especially on the face, you may have acne. In fact, acne is the skin condition that actually leads to pimples. That said, acne is fairly common in people, no matter in which part of the world you stay in. To put this into perspective, around 9.4 per cent of people around the world have acne. While acne isn’t a serious skin condition or a risk to your overall health, it can still be painful, particularly if you experience severe acne. This can also lead to scarring!

So, if you live with acne, know that you’re not alone - that it’s a common condition. Also, note that it is quite treatable through proper acne skin care and medicines.

In this blog, we will discuss the different types of acne and the risk factors that lead to the development of acne.

Common factors that lead to acne

Experts are still not sure why some people experience acne while others don’t! But they now know a few risk factors that contribute to or worsen the condition. So, here are the factors you should be aware of, and when needed, even reach out to a trusted online pharmacy.

Hormonal changes related to puberty or pregnancy

Smoking cigarette

Polycystic ovarian syndrome or other endocrine disorders

Stress and poor sleep

Use of beauty products that have high oil content

Certain medications, such as hormonal birth control, steroids, and anticonvulsants

Family history of acne

That said, when it comes to lifestyle factors, what you eat may also play a role in your skin’s health. Here are some do’s and don’ts that can help with your acne skin treatment.

Cutting down on refined carbs and sugars could help reduce acne.

Milk and ice cream have often been linked to worsening acne, though cheese and nonmilk dairy products don’t seem to have the same negative effect.

Omega-3 and omega-6 fatty acids may lower the chances of acne breakouts.

No matter what you believe, there’s no evidence to show that vegan and vegetarian diets offer any help with acne.

Probiotics found in supplements and yoghurt may potentially improve acne, but there’s no conclusive evidence yet.

Different types of acne

Acne comes in different forms, and thus, understanding each of those forms is the key to finding the right solution for your skin. Here’s a brief but informative breakdown of each of those types of acne.

Fungal acne: Also known as pityrosporum folliculitis, this type of acne occurs when yeast builds up in hair follicles.

Cystic acne: Known for deep, pus-filled pimples, cystic acne can be very painful and may leave scars if left untreated.

Hormonal acne: Typically seen in adults, hormonal acne is caused by excess production of sebum, which clogs the skin pores.

Nodular acne: One of the more severe forms of acne that leads to pimples/ tender lumps beneath the skin’s surface.

No matter what type of acne you have, it is known to impact people’s self-esteem, as both cystic and nodular acne can cause permanent scarring. This makes skin treatment an absolute must! Consulting a trusted online pharmacy can help determine the best approach for your skin.

That said, acne typically affects everyone at some point in their lives. While it is more common with teenagers and young adults, all because of hormonal changes they go through, adult acne is also a thing - especially in women. So, if you’re struggling with any form of acne, don’t wait to start proper acne skin care; after all, early treatment can prevent scarring.

Key takeaway

Apart from all the internal factors that we’ve discussed - all that might trigger acne, there are a few external triggers as well. Wearing tight-fitting clothing, exposure to air pollution, high humidity, and even using greasy lotions/ creams can contribute to acne breakouts.

Have you been noticing these factors impacting your skin? Could your daily habits be contributing to your acne? Well, it’s important to recognise such triggers and follow a proper acne skin treatment routine to minimise damage and prevent future acne breakouts.

Acne can be downright frustrating, but it doesn’t have to be so. In fact, you’re not the only person dealing with it! With the right treatment and care, it’s totally manageable. By addressing the internal and external factors, you can take control of your skin’s health and reduce the chances of long-term scarring. So don’t hesitate to seek professional advice. Connect with an online pharmacy now and find the right acne treatment plan for yourself.

[blazingbeautytrendsetter]

Helpful Beauty Tips for that Unique Look

What can help your eye shadow to last longer? When wearing cream eye shadow, just put a waterproof eye pencil all over your eye lids first, to prevent creasing and fading. You can use one that is the same color as your eye shadow. For golden or silvery hues, you can use a light brown pencil to give a hint of smokiness that shows through the sheen.

Want to know an easy way to hide a pimple? Have you ever tried to cover up a zit or pimple, and when you tried to cover it up it looked flaky or more obvious? Before you put on concealer, just apply a tiny amount of eye shadow primer on the skin. It helps to create a smooth surface so that you don’t get any crusting or a flaky look. The eye shadow primer helps the concealer to adhere so it stays in place and helps to hide the pimple.

Do you want to have a sexy eye liner and sexy eyes? To give a smoldering or ‘hot’ effect, you can line around your eyes with a soft black pencil and apply two coats of mascara that gives volume and length. You can also use an eye lash curler to curl your lashes, further enhance your eyes and make your eyes look very sexy and attractive.

Want to have nice bold, red lips? Classic red lips can look great with a satiny finish. Just put on a red creamy lipstick or red matte lipstick, and add a layer of clear lip balm on top.

Do you have a dark complexion and oily skin and want to create a non-greasy glow? First of all, dark skin reflects more light, so use highlighters sparingly and use just a little on your cheekbones. Avoid the bridge of your nose, forehead and above your lips. Also, it is best to use golden or bronzy highlighters, and pick the right textures. Some powder shimmers can look too frosty on dark skin. You can also use silky liquids that dry once they set and look slightly creamy and not greasy. You can even add a tiny amount of moisturizer and rub it on your cheekbones, which adds sheen without being too shimmery.

Nude shades are very popular now for nail polish, lipstick and eye shadow colors. Do you want to know which nude shades are best to wear on your nails? Sheer colors of pink or beige are okay. Be adventurous, and try brown or caramel shades too! Try to avoid nude shades with a gray undertone, which can make you look pale. For light and deep complexions with warm undertones, use toffee color nail polishes that have a hint of yellow or orange. If you have dark skin tones and red undertones, shimmery browns will look good.

Does your hair have split ends and you want to know how to quickly repair them or reduce them? Properly handling your hair and avoiding things that cause excessive damage to the cuticle can significantly slow the rate at which your hair splits. It can reduce the need to frequently trim your hair. Other methods that can help avoid split ends from developing are by not using tight ponytails in your hair. The point at which the band holds the hair can weaken and develop these loop splits. Other causes of split ends include exposing the hair to excessive heat without using a protectant. Never use a hair dryer too near the hair or use the hair dryer on an extremely high temperature. Also split ends can be caused by using chemical treatments like relaxers and hair colors which can damage the cuticle and expose the cortex, resulting in increased split ends. Using henna masks, conditioners and protein treatments regularly can temporarily mend split ends. Always use the best hair products for your hair type. Also, remember to always use good quality combs and brushes in your hair and have the hair trimmed regularly.

Here are some more helpful beauty tips, to help you create that unique look. Make sure to visit my business "GHG GLOBAL POWERHOUSE." See my main website at https://www.globalspecialtysourcett.com, for key updates about my products and services. You can also email me at info@globalspecialtysourcett.com to be part of my fan page gallery on my website, and to share your lovely makeup photos on my website. Stay tuned for more beauty tips soon on Tumblr. And of course, remember to share our Tumblr posts on Social Media too. Thanks.

[meaninginmakeup]

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It contains three things to combat acne: Blemish Breakthrough Acne Clarifying Cleanser with 1% salicylic acid, niacinamide, and zinc, Blemish Breakthrough Triple-Acid Resurfacing Serum with 8.5% triple-acid complex and 10% niacinamide, and the Blemish Breakthrough Stick it to Zits hydrocolloid pimple patches.

I’ve talked before about how all of these types of products are fantastic at combatting acne. If my acne is being especially stubborn, I will switch to a cleanser that is meant to target acne like this one (I don’t use it everyday because these types of cleansers can also dry out skin and I have a dry leaning skin type. This cleanser also suggests to only apply to effected areas). I don’t use the exfoliating serum at the same time as the cleanser, since salicylic acid is a BHA, and stacking acids can lead to irritated skin. So I make sure to use a gentle cleanser with no actives before using the resurfacing serum. I really liked this one, when I made sure to be careful with what I used with it, my skin handled it well, and I have a sensitive skin type. Lastly I love pimple patches for especially stubborn and painful hormonal acne. If your pimples is refusing to heal for multiple days or it hurts, apply a patch overnight and it will help suck the gunk to the top and help speed up healing. Definitely was happy with all three of these products!

[enbyzombies2]

"zit and pimple mean the same thing" they don't feel like they should

[love-menzone]

Is it trustworthy to choose facial services for men?

Men are more likely than not to avoid facials. They might believe the procedure is too feminine and that facials are only for beautiful women. But this is not the case. Now men's facials are made specifically to help men with their skin problems. Men's facials may be very similar to women's. Men's facials, on the other hand, are created with men's specific skin requirements in mind. According to Menzone.ca Information, men exhibit a distinct pattern of more severe rhytides wrinkles. Therefore, facials may assist in this.

Choose the Best Salon to Get Excellent Services Effectively

Facial help deep clean:

Extraction is a technique utilized during facials that keeps your pores clean. Blackhead removal, zit burst, and acne removal are all referred to as extractions by a facialist. Squeezing a pimple is not the same thing as this. Squeezing a pimple is not the same thing as this. One advantage of extraction is that facial services for men in Mississauga can use retinol to clean the pore and reduce its size. It will give further peeling than you can get at home, like purging. By removing dead skin cells, improving skin tone, reducing pore size, and enhancing the penetration and efficacy of your products, exfoliation helps the products you use enter your skin deeper and function more effectively.

Hair stylist’s specialization:

A hair stylist’s expertise or specialization should be considered when selecting one. Depending on the hair type, texture, and style, stylists may have varying levels of experience and education. Find a hairstylist specializing in the cut or colour you want if you want something specific. To get an idea of their skills and the kind of work they do, it's a good idea to look at their portfolio, check their certifications, and read customer reviews. You can get the look you want with the help of a good men's hair stylist who will consider your face shape, hair texture, and lifestyle. Every time you leave the salon, you can feel beautiful and confident with the right stylist.

For more information about facial services for men in Mississauga, men's hair stylist, Top 10 barbershop in Ontario, Top 10 barbershop in GTA, Best barbershop, please visit the - Menzone.

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[dat-soldier]

its about to be my bed time so i will list things about my appearance that i like and a list of  things i hate. i dont think theres a purpose. i dont think it should be read. i know i wont reread it.

I like my hands. theyre delicate and havent known hard labor so theyre very soft and are not calloused at all. I like my neck. it’s neither too wide or too thin. I LOVE my lack of adam’s apple. thats one less thing on my mind. I like my small mouth, even though the lips are nonexistent. i think it’s cute. i like my tired eyes, gray with hints of green, with apparent burst vessels in the eyelids. it’s a bit like makeup, idk, i dig it. i like my ears, they are very average and neither stick out too much or are too flat. i like my nose, it’s a bit long and pointy and has a bump on profile shots but otherwise it is fine.  i like my back, because for the longest time, it used to have zits and pimples. as soon as i started hrt, the zits were gone, and for the first time in decades, it is now super smooth. I like my legs, even though they aren’t very feminine. they are not too thin not too stubby, well proportionate. I like my arms, they are thin and i find them lovely. 

I hate my shoulders. they made me too wide. my entire torso is a big rectangle. I don’t have hips and my butt is nothing special. i hate my face shape. i got a man’s face shape. its too square, too big compared to the rest of the things on it. I LOATHE my hair. it is wavy in a way that is So flat. it gives my shitty hairline the perfect companionship to make the dumbest hairstyle possible when long, which is how i would like to wear it. i hate my feet, i got the longest toes possible. i hate my belly because of course i do. it takes a certain kind of self love to like that about yourself and i dont have that right now. i hate my eyebrows, they dont seem to know if they want to be seen or not. i dont like my titties. theyre not big enough, what are they waiting for? i dont like my body hair. theres too much. i hate my height, cause i compensate for it by having bad posture. 5′10 is too tall for me.

so this is the writing exercise i had in mind for a few weeks. its done. hope i feel better about it. im glad the likes and the hates are about the same length.

[obeymehasinfluncedmythoughts]

KINDA GROSS BUT ANYONE WITH A UTERUS HAS TO DEAL WITH IT SO FUCK IT

MC having the monster of all periods and all the boys or in the middle of it. And when I say the monster of all I mean it. Everything is happening. Clots, bloating, zits/pimples, PAIN, nausea, heat, anger, emotions going crazy, fatigue, headaches, back pain, insomnia, BLOOD, anxiety, aggression, food cravings, irritability, muscle pains and all the other gross and painful shit we have to deal with every month. How do they survive/react

This personally hits home for me 😔.

Before I was on my birth control, I had periods 24/7, all year. I know it's gross, but at my worst I went through 7 of those overnight pads in an hour. I had to go to the hospital for it (And then proceeded to get called a drama queen by a doctor). My cramps were horrible, and man, I still have bad periods but not nearly as bad as that. This is going to be a bit "gross" (Because despite how comfortable we can be discussing them, and how natural the process is, you can still be a bit grossed out by it. I mean blood by itself isn't bad, but sometimes it's like you give birth to placenta and that's pretty gross) but it's also hella fluffy.

Lucifer.

Very unbothered by periods. Out of any natural body process, it's probably the one that bothers him the least.

He pretty much treats it the same as any other basic need. Every bathroom has toiletries that he's got placed in some neat little box and their medications in any available cabinet.

But that's pretty much all he thought was needed.

When he realizes just how bad your periods are, he's a little under prepared. The household isn't exactly equipped to handle this situation, so he, and a few of his brothers (particularly Asmodeus and Mammon), scramble to gather whatever items might be needed from the various corners of the house.

Lucifer grabs you towels for your bed, in case you're the type to bleed through during the night. He finds you a heating pad, rub-on muscle relief creams, and a multitude of pain meds that exceed the typical Midol relief.

He can get a little peeved about your attitude, but knows that you can't really help it. So he'll grin and bare it, and accepts the fact that you're going to be a bit different until this is done.

Mammon

He's not extremely well-versed in the topic of menstruation.

However, I think this is one of those topics that despite not understanding, he automatically is incredibly accommodating.

There's lots of cuddles, lots of playing with your hair, and a lot of nonsensicle rambling that is mostly comforting (but sometimes headache inducing).

He is a little weird about bleeding through though. Not in a bad "You're disgusting" way, but more of a "I'm extremely confused as to what I'm supposed to do in this situation" way.

Thankfully he becomes pretty quick at just wrapping his jacket around you in public if you do start to leak.

He does think a cold wet rag is the secret to everything lmao.

At least it takes away from the hot flashes!

Leviathan

He might be a little embarrassed when there are obvious signs of a period (like blood or toiletries), but otherwise he handles it normally.

Levi doesn't point out your acne. He doesn't mention when you leak onto his sheets during the night. He won't call you out for being a bit more aggressive then usual (or even crying, because sometimes that's just all you can do).

All he does is just be a silent support. It's a nice break from the others tbh.

Like when you're in the bathroom, turn between feeling like you're going to throw up because your contraction-like cramps are wrecking havoc on your entire body, he'll be beside you. Stroking your back, holding up your hair incase you do vomit, and running around for whatever you need.

Definitely the type who, when you ask him to pick up pad/tampons, grabs every size and brand, puts them in the cart as discreetly as possible, then rushes home in a frenzy.

Satan

Satan is just as irritable during your period as you are lmao.

He's absolutely understanding, sure, but I think he feeds off of anger. So the minute you start getting pissy, he does too.

It's like a sympathy period thing, but uh, more linked to his sin then anything else.

Everyone is absolutely tired of you two squabbling by the end of your cycle.

Someone probably tries to lock one of you away tbh. You two are just extremely annoying.

It's even worse that after every fight you guys just cuddle. Like nothing ever happened. And everyone else is just kinda left there tense as hell because you two were arguing over fucking fruit for no reason.

Asmodeus

He's kinda like a big sister in this situation.

Asmodeus will give you acne treatments, run baths for you (always makes sure you don't worry about cleaning out the tub!), and gives you massages that sometimes get a bit spicy (But he always makes sure you're okay to handle it).

Yeah, I'll say it, Asmodeus isn't scared of period sex.

This is like the one time of the month he actually breaks his "strict" diet and junks out with you.

Cue lots of food photos! And a few that he sneaks of you for his personal folder. Expect to see your rather bloated self as a part of his aesthetically set up phone background. He thinks it's cute!!

A lot of body worship and praise is going down. Between him and Beel it's enough to make your head spin.

Beelzebub

This is like prime Beel time.

Cuddles, food, and massages are his speciality.

(Also not opposed to period sex but tbh he's like, extremely concerned about your well being the entire time.)

He's like, always kneading your muscles and thighs. Whenever you get self-conscious about your pre-period or period body, he'll always be ready to lay down a thick layer of praises that seem almost too good to be true.

Always let's you finish the snacks ❤

He gets you heat and cold packs. Well, tries. Somewhere along the line he gets distracted and tends to come back with cold peas instead of a ice pack. Works the same way, just, uh, food driven.

Beel is extremely calm during this whole thing. He rarely ever gets offended by your emotions or aggression either. Probably just pats your head and walks away when you're getting a bit too much for him to handle.

Belphegor

He is like, the biggest fucking asshole, but like in the funniest way.

Genieunly doesn't care about toiletries or whatever, but he's so blunt about it

(What size pussy kinda guy)

Oh you leaked and bled onto his sheets? Go back bed. Throw a towel over it. He'll sleep on that side if you want.

Absolutely no help to your insomnia btw, unless he's like blessed with magic sleeping powers, you're going to need to stay up with someone else.

Honestly though... he's not the best with handling periods but I think he's extremely casual about it. He doesn't look down on you, or your cycle, an does whatever you ask.

Extremely passive lmao.

[siriusmydeer]

hi Gia, love, I’m so proud of you. You deserve it so so much!!!

🌗if it wouldn’t be a problem, can you write a blurb with James where the reader wears makeup and is insecure without it, because she has acne? :(

love you and your work so much

so bewitching

james potter x fem!reader

summary: james sees you without makeup for the first time.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: insecurity, self doubt, swearing, mentions of anxiety, insecurities surrounding blemishes and acne

a/n: thank u dear, and to anyone with acne, blemishes, textured skin, dark circles, and anyone with skin insecurities come here let me kiss ur forehead ur beautiful <3

“what is it?” james questioned from his seated place on your bed, gazing at the creases in your bed comforter then over to your anxious figure; you had standing in the doorway of your bathroom for the last five minutes picking and biting at your nails, now, shifting from foot to foot while the wood underneath your feet creaked under your anxiety-ridden figure.

your heartbeat could’ve been going faster than a chevrolet from ‘79 from the built anxiety that was clung to your bloodstream from the moment james asked you if he could stay the night and watch those ‘muggle films’ you had been smitten with. both you and james had only been dating for a few weeks and best friends prior, but this was the first time he had wanted to stayed in your room overnight and before thinking you had said yes.

therefore, you had to take off your same face of makeup that you had been wearing since the brick of puberty had hit you in the face third year. the thought of going to bed with foundation clogging your pores, and your eyelashes sticking together was tremendously unappealing to your acne ridden skin that was hidden underneath your makeup.

“uhm, it’s nothing i just, i have to take my makeup off.” you stammered slowly as you burned a glare into the dark mahogany floor then looking at james pointing a thumb in a backwards direction. you were afraid i mean what if the boy that the boy that you had finally gotten to show your adorned love might’ve found you ugly for your textured skin. his brows creased immensely while diving into his mind in thought. okay... but what’s the problem?

you gaped into the same cerulean eyes you had fallen in love with for the past several years, his eyes sprouted in confusion as his pupils dilated at you, his eyes crinkling as he thought as to why you were procrastinating a simple task. james gestured to the bathroom, waiting for you to do so.

your breath trembled as you sighed in anxiety, your breath starting to quiver when you made eye contact with your reflection in the substantially big mirror, you fiddled with your fingers for a few seconds— maybe you could’ve taken it off and quickly put on some bb cream?

bad idea, if would’ve made to your skin worse. so you tapped your forehead a few times to disperse your fearful thoughts before quickly grabbing the moist wipe from the viridescent package and smearing the ivory wipe all over the ripples in your flesh.

the quick reddening hues becoming more distinct as your swiped off all the foundation along with other products that coated your face deeply. you felt embarrassed and maybe even ashamed, nobody else your age had this many pimples— normally they had a zit or two and they could cover it easily if it even bothered them, but you, you had to cover the reddening marks every single morning.

you didn’t want people to see your biggest insecurity, at first it was just something expressive to put on your face. something normally all girls did in third year or up, but over time it grew to be something so much more than that; and now you couldn’t even go to breakfast without at least covering up those pesky specs of red all over your face.

you looked in your reflection again, and boy did you hate what you saw. you assumed that james would hate it just as much, maybe even more than you did, but were your assumptions so mistaken.

you shook your head in an attempt to clear your destructive thoughts yet again, hastily walking over and sitting next to him on the creased lilac comforter. he zoned out of his thoughts, turning his head and seeing his dark-brunette tendrils swish as he moved; james was adamantly gaping at you, mouth blubbering like a fish and your face utterly bare.

you were so— so beautiful.

“what— why are you staring at me like that.” your question rung through his ears like bells, your mind quickly puzzling together the worst in extensive insecurity. placing your palms on the planes of your cheeks in away to cover up from him and his intense gaze on your face.

“you’re so fucking stunning.” james whispered, more to himself than you, but subconsciously grabbing your palms away from the apples of your cheeks and replacing them with his own calloused palms. he encased his hands onto your face, the rough exterior of his hands directly on the textures of your face while gazing at your features.

the pads of his thumbs directly stroking the ripples in your skin, the adoration in his warm eyes glowering over your face. “merlin, i don’t think i ever want to see you wear makeup again.” his voice was crooning, and murmured softly to you, he was so adamantly confused as to why you would cover your face. you felt the warmth in his hands directly on the apples of your cheeks, he felt your small smile graze your lips in his palms from the rising of your cheeks; similar pride swirling in his mind like pure elation and gratification, it was your smile that you gave only the gryffindor boy.

“i didn’t— i didn’t want you to think i was, like, ugly....” you stumbled off in humility, intensely staring again, this time towards your lap rather than the deep brown colour of your floor. his slouched figure looked at you in dejection— you were the most beautiful person to ever exist, how could he ever think you of all people were ugly?

you felt his nose nudge against yours softly, looking you deep into those same adorning cerulean eyes pooling in the cool shade of blue that you continually gaped into while timidity hazardously creeped onto your face in embarrassment of your confession.

“y/n, how could you ever— why would you ever think that? you’re utterly the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen, ever.” his sincerity spoke directly to the heart that had been rapidly beating in your chest, sorrow overwhelmed his nervous system at your insecurity. “i just— acne, pimples, scarring all that it’s not, it’s not like pretty on me i guess.” your voice was truthful while you stammered trying to be honest with him and pick the right words, not a singular ounce dishonesty in your voice.

“but it makes you so, so beautiful. you’re face it’s so unique, and makeup or not you’re still the most angelic thing that exists; and that’s factual i won’t take no for an answer.” he crooned, removing one of his hands from your face and sponging small kisses onto the planes of your cheeks, directly onto your flushed cheeks at his affirmations.

“you’re so— so perfect in my eyes, y’know some gits have other definitions of perfect but who cares because this is mine and too be honest mine is the only one that matters so, that’s my statement.” he added humorously, feeling the vibrations of your chuckle into his palm send shockwaves of your happiness through his blood stream.

“my witch, is so, so bewitching.”

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