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lijojo · 9 months

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genshin men sleeping habits

premise: in the early glows of the morning, you wake up in the vice grip of your lover. while it’s very heartwarming, you need to go to work. how does he convince you to stay in bed with him a little longer?

tw: suggestive for the last one

pretends to be asleep but doesn’t let up with his fucking grip regardless

you’ve. tried. everything. you tried nudging him awake, even gave him a couple kisses, but he doesn’t let up. instead, he groans and flips over, taking you along with him. you yelp, unable to brace for impact as you’re suddenly on your side.

he shuffles a bit, wrapping his legs around you a little tighter (if that was even possible). he presses his nose into the crook of your neck. he sighs, content.

after minutes of effort, you decide to relinquish any hopes of waking him up.

“i give up,” you say. “you win. a little longer won’t hurt, right?”

you get no response. but you don’t really need one anyway.

he’s not a very good pretender, with the way his lips can’t help but break out into a little triumphant smile.

alhaitham, kaeya, kaveh, childe, tighnari, thoma, zhongli, diluc, ayato, venti, baizhu, kazuha, scaramouche, xiao

he ambushes you when you least expect it

after many attempts to squeeze out of his hold, you’re successful. out of breath, maybe, but at least you gained the ability to finally roll out of bed and start the day.

sitting up, you give one last glance to your lover. the way his chest rises and falls so rhythmically. the peaceful look on his face. the way he squints when the sunlight hits his eyes. how his hands unconsciously look for you again. you almost feel bad.

that is, until you take one—maybe two, if he’s feeling generous—steps away from the bed. without any kind of sign, signal, or warning, he launches out of bed. he lunges at you like a ravenous wolf, wrapping his arms around your waist and hauling you back to bed with great force. he huffs when you land on his chest, but he’s quick to recover.

he wraps his arms around your shoulders, locking you in with his legs. “you’re not leaving me.”

you can’t help the grin spreading across your lips as you squirm. “let me go. i’m going to be late—”

he retaliates by peppering your neck with chaste kisses. “nuh uh. yo can’t leave me. my heart won’t allow it.”

you can’t even turn to face him. “honey, if you don’t let me go, next time i’m going to burn your breakfast.”

“uh huh.”

“i’ll steal all your favorite clothes and hide them,” you threaten.

“please do. i’m sure you’ll love my birthday suit,” he quips back.

“and i’m going to use all the hot water.”

“we can always shower together.”

“i’ll—”

“do you’re worst. i can take it,” he teases. “i’m still not letting you go. i chose you, i’m going to keep you ‘til the end of time. forever!”

with that, he presses sloppery kisses all over your face despite your protests that he needs to brush his teeth. even so, you can’t help but feel as if staying for five minutes more might not be so bad.

kaeya, kaveh, childe, thoma, venti, itto, heizou, ayato

“assures” you that getting ready doesn’t take as long as you know it does

“what if i did your hair and makeup for you?” he muses, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek.

you scoff playfully. “do you even know my makeup routine?”

“it can’t be as complicated as mine. oh! you could eat breakfast while i button up your clothes for you.”

his offer gets a laugh out of you. “we both know you’re not going to finish buttoning it up.”

“hm? whatever do you mean?” his hands drag down your waist to your hips, tracing slow circles. “you don’t trust me to put your clothes on for you?”

“i don’t think they’ll stay on, that’s the problem,” you say, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. “you know how you get in the morning.”

“do i? how about you remind me? my little friend could use some help waking up—”

you give him a look of warning, to which he groans. “fine, fine.”

with that, he’s left you in silence, absentmindedly petting your head. he closes his eyes.

...

“if you aren’t going to say anything, i’m going drop kick you.”

he huffs. “don’t rush your genius boyfriend. what if i brushed your teeth while you brushed your hair? as they say, teamwork makes the dream work.”

you furrow your brows. “wouldn’t you get toothpaste on my shirt?”

“how about the other way around?”

you smile. “hmm... i like the sound of that.”

he smiles back, pressing a kiss to your nose. “well okay then. five more minutes it is then.”

you snuggle into his embrace, knowing very that he just spent the last five minutes trying to convince you to stay for five minutes more.

gorou, childe, heizou, cyno, ayato, baizhu, diluc, zhongli, itto, kazuha, tighnari, venti, albedo

he suggests the two of you go for round two

he puts on a mischievous little grin, one you know is up to no good. “what if we ‘slept’ a little more and you called in sick?”

his hand crawls down to your inner thigh, tracing teasing circles. “you’d be too sore to go to work anyways...you need to take care of yourself. what would your boss say if she saw you walking with a limp. hm? what do you say?”

you scoff at that. “i don’t think the solution you’re thinking of is going to help that.”

he purses his lips, as if in deep contemplation. with his free hand, he grips your hips a little tighter to pull you back towards him. you stiffen in surprise at something hard pressing against the curve of your ass. his morning wood twitches. “are you sure? maybe you’re sore because you haven’t done the proper stretches yet. luckily for you, your precious boyfriend knows a couple ways to get your hamstrings all loosened up. i could draw us a bath after... turn on some music... maybe go again? doesn’t that sound good?”

you chuckle. “you’re impossible.”

he presses a soft, open-mouth kiss to the crook of your neck. “only with you, love.”

scaramouche, kaeya, ayato, childe, kazuha, thoma, tighnari

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rubberduckrobin · 25 days

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𝗛𝗮𝗹𝗳-𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘀𝗳𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.

Sequel for "Fireworks".

Fandom: Obey Me!

Paring: Diavolo X GN!Reader

Type: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Word Count: Around 2k.

Summary: Another party at the Devildom. Everyone blurs together as you forget yourself.

Your saviour of the night is Mammon, who's loved you since the start. But you love someone else, and that brings more pain than the lack of belonging you felt at the party.

Author's note: Enjoy reading! Positive interactions appreciated :)

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54960238

TW: A bit of panic and alcohol.

Image belongs to NTT Solmare.

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Part 1: Why are you crying?

“Why’re you cryin’? Did your boyfriend break up with ya’ or something?”

A full face of makeup becomes a work of picasso and you can feel the black of your mascara melt into your burning skin. Hot, flushed - you can’t tell whether it’s the embarrassment or the tears; everything’s blurry and burning.

Your eyes sting, your ankles ache; your heels give way to the ballroom floor. A failed dance with your own enemy-made thoughts. You thought you trusted yourself to be able to make it through the night, no panicking, no stress - just dance and the buffet. Anxiety forces you to the verge of regurgitating the night’s pickings of hellfire cigar cookies (Diavolo’s choice) and chaos devil cider, causing even more embarrassment.

Demons watch, stare, gossip, whilst Mammon hoists you up from the ground, making you feel uneasy again, while he pockets the D.D.D that was grasped tightly in your hand. He slinks off your shoes and hauls them over his free shoulder.

Humiliating. Spilt cider. Red burning face. Humiliating.

You haven’t got many friends, aside from the brothers, in the Devildom, and after tonight you certainly aren’t expecting more. Your dizzying mind cradles you like a mother does to a sick child, as all of your weight drops onto Mammon's shoulder.

Part 2: Why you were crying.

Parties hurt. Dresses cinched to your waist, possibly even further; heels pulling you down by the ankle, like the devil’s hand to a sinner; a whole face made up of products, a face that is not your own. A whole identity that is not your own.

People looking at you, like you are somebody else. Someone to gawk at, someone possibly even to brush against. To seduce. It’s disgusting.

Parties hurt. You haven’t been to one in years. In fact, the last time you’d been to a party was your own and it was a birthday celebration, the only type of party where you can actually be yourself, no makeup - your skin too young - no heels, no ball gown.

You don’t hate the dress you are in, how could you? It’s beautiful. Shining, even. You could spot it in the Devildom sky and be convinced it was a star; perhaps even the moon. It was chosen by the prince, to make you feel like a princess.

Lord Diavolo loves you, you’ve been told, and do you love him too? Of course. He’s gifted you many more stars, including the ones born in your eyes - you admire him for his hospitality upon your arrival, his dedication to his role as king-to-be, his generosity and the whole beautiful new world he’s introduced you to. You’ve loved him ever since you first arrived, but the reciprocation came later. Yet, neither of you have confronted these obvious feelings.

But the dress is not yours.

It doesn't belong to you. It clings to you like dead weight - a reminder you are not of this realm and that you don’t belong. Nothing here belongs to you, not even the room you reside in, temporarily titled as yours. You don’t seek control, but you seek comfort and familiarity.

All of the faces at the party blur together. No familiar faces - you don’t know anyone, not even yourself.

Stage one. The crowd. You feel people caving in on you, watchful eyes piercing red skin.

Stage two. The tear that starts it all. Your brain betrays you; you are brought to think of the familiar faces that can be found back home, a place half-forgotten after almost a year of staying in the Devildom.

Stage three. The panic. Will you ever see those familiar faces again? Will you ever know yourself and the dress, or even the suit, that will properly fit you? The identity that properly fits you is slipping away as you fall.

A flash of a memory of the first night you stayed in the Devildom. Diavolo came to comfort you.

And the memory is gone.

Stage four. The fall.

You don’t know how it happened. You’re not even sure if devil cider has an effect on humans, much like how Demonus does not make you drunk.

No-one to catch you.

Part 3: How you stopped crying.

Everything still hurts. Despite lying down, in what appears to be Mammon's bed.

He loves you too, and you know this, which makes this even more painful. Why couldn’t it have been anyone else to find you? You were in the centre of the ballroom, it could have been anyone.

You’d much prefer Asmodeus, or Beelzebub, even Lucifer. But Mammon? The way his eyes soften only with you, the gentle, quiet tremble of concern in his voice. The panic in his eyes when he saw you drop to the floor keeps replaying in your mind. He can’t handle it as well as the other brothers, and that’s perhaps because he was your ‘first’ - the first one to look after you, and the first one to fall for you.

Perhaps it’s a bit vain to assume all of the brothers had fallen for you, but they certainly act like it. But for Mammon, you know it’s true. No one had cared for you like this, before you noticed and were told about Lord Diavolo’s feelings.

“So? You have…well had , I’m assumin’, a boyfriend, and didn’t tell me? I couldn’t do a background check or anythin’ to make sure he was the real deal? This is why you’re cryin’, ain’t it. He broke your heart.”

Where did the idea even come from that you had a partner?

“That’s why you broke into tears while lookin’ at your D.D.D. You were obviously lookin’ at a break-up message, right? Those hurt the most, from what I know.”

His voice is soft, yet bitter.

In reality, you were messaging Lord Diavolo, on the verge of begging him to let you out of the party early, to let you stay in his room. Or even to ask Barbatos to get you out for fresh air. Anything but the ballroom with the strangers. The unfamiliar faces.

“No. I don’t have a boyfriend. I wasn’t broken up with.”

You’re offended. Not because he made an assumption to hide his jealousy, but because you thought he knew you well enough to know you didn’t like parties. This has happened before - you crying during or after an event that RAD hosted. He never once asked what was wrong, only comforted you and avoided the dreaded resolution. He cares about you, but he cares too much and doesn’t want to bring your emotions back for a difficult conversation.

Diavolo, on the other hand, loves you too much as well, but is the opposite to Mammon, only focusing on solving the problem.

You’ve fallen for Diavolo - not for how he treats you when you're unwell. It just seems rather like fate instead.

“Then why in the Devildom did you just…break down on me? …come ‘ere.”

His hugs are the worst. A gentle reminder. He runs his hands up and down your back and his warm cider infused breath tickles your ear as he whispers “you’re okay” over and over. It’s the only thing he can say.

And it makes you feel okay but at the same time you wish it were Diavolo.

Part 4: Spilt drinks and tears.

Mammon’s perspective

“Can you get me Diavolo please. I need him.”

You need someone else? When you’re in my arms?

You need someone else when I’ve been here the entire time? I’ve been in love with you the entire time .

That’s what I want to say, but it doesn’t come out. It never does.

“Yeah, yeah. Yeah. Sure. ‘Course. I’ll get ‘im.”

My cowardice feet lead me to Lord Diavolo, back in the ballroom. He’s so immature for leaving them alone with only me - because apparently I’m not enough.

“Lord Diavolo, we’ve got a problem.”

“Oh? A problem? What is it?”

“It’s R/N.”

His face runs cold and he looks at me in a way that tells me he would kill for them - would do anything for them. The look I can never express.

“Where are they?”

Calling over Barbatos, the Demonus in his glass slightly splatters as he rushes to put it on the platter.

“Young Master, is there a problem?”

“R/N.”

“Diavolo, they’re in my room. They’re fine at the moment. They just want ya’.”

And not me. But whatever. Whatever makes them happy.

Their happiness is my half fulfilled satisfaction.

Part 5: Happy tears

“Dia…”

“Shh, R/N… I’m here.”

You start to sob, but it’s no longer the party. It’s Diavolo. You missed him in the hour you were apart while he socialised with the guests. You missed him so much that you were gripping at the starry dress that you wished only he could see.

“Dia…”

“Hm?”

“I just…"

He waits patiently. Your head burns - you have to say it. Perhaps you are a bit drunk on the cider, because you would have never done this just drunk on tears alone.

“I just love you so much... It hurts.”

“What? Loving me?”

“No. Sometimes. Right now, it's my head.”

“That’s because you’ve been crying… What caused all of this? I’ll address what you just said later on, but right now, what’s going on right now is more important. Tell me what happened and I’ll fix it.”

“I’m tired.”

“Is that all?”

“I don’t like parties.”

“Anything else?”

“I think-"

You stop yourself. If you tell him about Mammon, he’d think there was competition. You’re too tired to explain.

“I’m tired.”

“Alright. We can talk later.”

You do still want to hear if he loves you back, even though you’ve been told by many. Even though it’s as obvious as the Devildom sky is dark.

“Diavolo, do you love me too?”

“...I want the time I tell you to be special, and that moment is not now. Please recover first. Do you want to stay in my room, instead of here?”

“Yes. Please.”

Part 6: Fireworks.

As he allows you on his bed, he asks you something.

“Do you want to see the fireworks?”

“Hm?”

“There’s fireworks tonight… I know you love them.”

“I love fireworks, Diavolo.”

You’re so exhausted you find yourself repeating things. Things you love.

“I know.” He laughs and smiles back at you, after having drawn his curtain. His room has a view of the front of the castle.

And there it was, the first firework.

“Thank you, Diavolo.”

“Would you like me to stay?”

“Please.”

“Of course.”

He sits beside you as you lay, your head facing the window that’s lighting up with all sorts of colours.

You can see your world in front of you. And for the first time, you can feel a sense of belonging to this unfamiliar world that he’s introduced you to.

For once, you feel familiar.

#obey me shall we date #obey me fic #obey me mammon #obey me diavolo #diavolo x reader #light angst #fluff #sequel fic

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pegakitty · 1 month

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As the camera turns on, Trixie trips and falls. "FUCKING...SHIT ASS BITCH." Trixie shouts, grabbing her leg dramatically. "Haha, you dumb whore." Katya laughs like a wicked witch, carrying multiple shopping bags and strutting as she does so. "Where'd your bags go?" "Look around!" Trixie gestures wildly to all the spilled cheap-ass items around the filming studio. "Look; there's my dignity snapped in half, and there's the knockoff nerf gun that fits in my hand." Katya, still laughing to herself, helps Trixie up into her seat. "Are you good, girl?" "I regret waking up today, but physically I'm fine." "You ready to start today's episode?" "Yeah. Yeah." "Oh shit, we're rolling already. We're gonna have to cut me tripping..." Clearing her throat, Trixie Mattel fluffs up her hair and says "Hi, I'm the demon possessing a vaguely humanoid flesh-suit, Trixie Mattel." Without missing a beat, Katya states "And I'm an alien from planetoid 42069BS, on the hunt for good dick; Katya!" "And this is UNHhhhh! The show where we talk about whatever we want to talk about! Because it's our show...and not yours."

"What're we doing today, Trixie?" Katya asks, stifling her laughter. "We just brought home a HUUUGE shopping haul from some dollar store. Not only did we get makeup products; we got other things." "If you're on a budget, and running late to someone's kid's birthday party...stop on by a random dollar store and you can get..." Katya digs in her bag and pulls out a fashion doll wearing a super baggy dress that does not fit the doll at all, "This bootleg Barbie doll with a lazy eye!" "She can still slay, even though she's a cheap bitch." Trixie nods, "She just needs a bottle of vodka, fifty bucks, and a night out in the town."

"She doesn't come with either of those accessories. We should make some. Okay your turn."

"If you're a lyrical genius, get yourself ..." Trixie pauses for dramatic effect as Katya does a drumroll... and then Trixie pulls out a green 'guitar' with only three strings. "This cool guitar to get yourself some much needed bitches." "Play a song for us, Trixie!" "Hold on, I need to look the part." Digging some more in her shopping bag, Trixie pulls out some dollarstore shades, puts them on all coolly, and strums a broken tune on the 'guitar'. It does not sound decent.

"BOOOOO!" Katya shouts, giving Trixie a thumbs down. Trixie then bonks Katya on the head with it.

#writing drabble #my writing #should I continue this? LMFAO i'm having too much fun #trixie mattel #katya zamolodchikova #unhhhh

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toreii · 9 months

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Twst merch haul😭😭

My shop will be restocked in the coming days. I’d do it like right now, but I’ve got work soon.

This time, I took into account some of the messages I received. It’s mostly people asking for Malleus merch, and there were a few Idia bundles I couldn’t ignore. So, my focus will be on them two. I did buy a Riddle bundle. And, two cute Grim plushies! I’m also going to test selling some of the kuji towels. If they do good, I will consider getting the rest.

I did acquire an Ignihyde makeup pallet. The seller did mention that they only tested the shadows on their wrist to see how it would look. But, personally, I’m a bit apprehensive selling a slightly used item to someone else.

I can see the blue, pink, and teal shadows used. The applicator also has some makeup on it. That’s why I’m a little iffy about putting this up for sale. I have no use for it because I dont use makeup. Thankfully, it came in a bundle, so I’m okay with not selling it.

This is for me😚 I’m so glad I was able to find his year one birthday goods. I always see them on other people’s videos, and I’ve wondered how I could get my own. It’s missing the card, but that’s okay. I’m more interested in the standee.😂

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst merch #idia shroud #malleus draconia #grim

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littlemisslift123 · 1 year

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tips on how to lyft from u1ta/ s3ph0ra??

So where I live we don't have u1ta but we do have s3ph0ra (cause where isn't there s3ph0ra?)

I actually have gotten away with quite a lot at s3ph0ra, like I don't do huge hauls from there but I do manage to get some stuff.

My tips are as follows:

chat up the workers, and ask questions. if you brush them off it seems sus IMO but you don't have to be tooooooo chatty. just be nice, ask questions about stuff, and ask for a color match maybe.

the second tip is the magic bag/long sleeves trick. so I have this lunchbox that allows me to slip things in very discretely. like the strap is very close to the opening and so if I hold it like at my wrist, and I'm wearing long sleeves which cover the "hole", it's pretty easy to just slip whatever in there.

3- the squat and conceal. Wear a coat or a sweater for this. you squat down with something discretely in your hand (or basket) and either on your way down/ or already down, slip this in your purse. hold your purse close to your body, and "in" your open sweater. you'll squat down and pretend to look at the bottom row of products. maybe swatch a bit, read ingredients, whatever, just make it believable that you're actually just squatting to check something out.

four! the sleeve-in. easy, been there, done that, just be discrete.

5- don't get too greedy. especially if you're new at lyfting.

six- their security system- at least at my location- is a joke. they use visible (but discreet) RFID stickers. I have never seen an RFID inside a box so far. AGAIN I SAY SO FAR BECAUSE MAYBE THERE ARE SOME I JUST HAVEN'T SEEN. Always, always, always, look inside the box. just make sure. you can never be too safe. always carefully inspect the box from the outside, peel off any RFID. I notice they're always just simple white stickers with an electromagnetic chip inside.

test things out, swatch, whatever. even shit you don't want. so that you really look like you're looking around and aren't going in for specific items that *suddenly* vanish from their stock.

if they ask if you need help or guidance, what I like to do is tell them that I got a gift card for Christmas/my birthday or whatever, and I'm trying to figure out what to buy with it. I say that I don't really wear any makeup so I'm just looking around until something pops out to me. I accept to look at whatever they offer. (till this one bitch showed me a color corrector for my naturally red cheeks. ma'am, it's built-in blush why would I color correct that?)

Anyways: here's the stuff I got from there over the last six-ish months.

skincare:

m1lk makeup c00ling water stick

gl0w recipe avocado nyacinimide dr0ps

lan3ige lip mask in berry

lan3ige primer in that sparkly little pink bottle

makeup:

di0r backstage pink blush

di0r backstage concealer (not a fan, creases like crazy, but the applicator is out of this fucking world. considering emptying it and filling it with my favorite concealer)

di0r lip glow in 001 light pink (can you tell I like di0r???)

di0r lip glow oil in cherry (meh I don't love the tint it leaves behind)

b3n3tint (LOOVE i'm feral for b3n3fit)

b3n3fit highlighter in tickle (LOVE LOVE LOVE)

b3n3fit H00la (too dark for me because i'm literally so fucking pale)

b3n3fit moonsomething blush (too light somehow? maybe i'm just doing it wrong though)

1l1a concealer

i'm forgetting stuff

fragrances:

jul1et has a gun mini

g00cci the pink one in a mini rollerball cause I have the big one but i hate carrying it around.

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dirtbagbabyy · 1 day

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my wife is eating, my wife is having a meal without me, my poor wife!!! JK. i’m the clingier one i think. I MISS MY WIFE.

i don’t even always verbalize it. i just get all sad and weird when she’s gone. this is why we should be a u-haul couple. miranda if you see this, you’ve seen my lesbian dowry list!! but it goes on. like here, i’ll make a lil list of why we should move in together. ahemmmm

-i will buy you flowers until we run out of vases.

-i will replace your flowers whenever they go to flower heaven!!!

-i will help you press and dry your flowers.

-i will make you breakfast all by myself, then we can make lunch and dinner together while listening to a mix of our favorite music!!! like teatro d’ira vol. 1 and rush. and lover and 4:13 dream by the cure!!

-i will clean after you!! alwayss

-i will include you in the decoration process of our home.

-we can name our gatitos whatever you want!!

❤️👸🐈🐈‍⬛🐈

-i’ll cuddle you 2 sleep every night.

-i’ll cuddle you in general.

-i’ll kiss you goodbye, always, i’ll kiss you goodnight, i’ll kiss you good morning, i’ll kiss you when you feel sad or happy or when you’re just hanging out with me.

-we can do our grocery shopping together.

-we can start buying you cds and records.

-i will buy you more books!!!!!!!

-i will play dress up with you whenever you want.

-i will make sure you’re never cold or hot (temperature wise, there’s nothing we can do to stop you from looking hot 🩷)

-i will let you wear my clothes.

-we can go on dates all the time!!!

-we can scrapbook about our dates.

-we can sleep early or stay up late!!

-i will nap with you!!

-i will make sure you never run out of your favorite makeup products.

-i will leave you notes and doodles in your lunch for work.

-i’m quite organized, and i take care of my things, i will take care of our things!!

-we can watch new movies together all the time.

-we can do crafts!!

-i’ll make sure to take you to buy art supplies whenever you want!!

-we can celebrate holidays together.

-we can celebrate birthdays together!!

-we can start traditions together

-we can go clothing shopping together <3

i will add to this list when i’m bored!! but she just texted me so goodbye!!

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crosseyedcricketart · 12 days

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What's New - 4/17/2024

New at Sephora, Ulta, and Drugstore.

Sephora:

Biossance Squalane + Zinc Sheer Hydrating Mineral Sunscreen Merit Day Glow Dewy Highlighting Balm in Solstice Hourglass Vanish Airbrush Pressed Powder Tom Ford Soleil Glow Highlighter NARS Talc-Free Powder Blush Fenty Beauty Demi’Glow Light-Diffusing Highlighter Tom Ford Eye Color Quad Eyeshadow Palette in Emerald Dusk Danessa Myricks Beauty Colorfix in Sundaze, Bunny, Deamsicle, and Oasis Tom Ford Soleil Liquid Lip Blush Lip Balm Tom Ford Mini Soleil Clutch-Size Lip Balms Charlotte Tilbury Lip Cheat Lip Liner in Pillow Talk Fair Charlotte Tilbury Pillow Talk Big Lip Plumpgasm Lip Gloss Charlotte Tilbury Collagen Lip Bath Gloss Bobbi Brown Luxe Lipstick Guerlain Kiss Kiss Bee Glow Lip Oil

Ulta:

Charlotte Tilbury Brand Line WYN BEAUTY Brand Line WYN BEAUTY Featuring You Skin Tint Stila Heaven’s Hue Hydro-Illuminator Natasha Denona Hy-Gen Skincare Infused Glow Beautifier Live Tinted Hueglow Liquid Highlighter Drops Dior Forever Glow Start Filter Highlighter tarte shape tape glow blush bar r.e.m. beauty Full Night’s Sleep Undereye Balm Maybelline Super Lock Clear Brow Glue r.e.m. beauty essential drip glossy balm BYOMA Liptide Lip Oil BYOMA Liptide Lip Mask BYOMA Liptide pH Lip Oil Buxom Dolly’s Glam Getaway Full-On Plumping Gloss Bobbi Brown Extra Plump Hydrating Lip Serum NYX Professional Makeup Butter Gloss Bling Non-Sticky Lip Gloss Colourpop So Juicy Plumping Gloss Balm Colourpop So Juicy Plumping Lip Liner with Peptides

What I’m excited for:

BYOMA Liptide Lip Mask

I absolutely love BYOMA skincare and I totally trust them at this point. I really want to try this lip mask out for myself; I cannot bring myself to pay $20 for a lip mask.

Hourglass Vanish Airbrush Pressed Powder

I have really enjoyed Hourglass products in the past. I personally have sensitive skin and eyes and their makeup has never bothered me. I don’t really go to loose powders too much so I’d like to try out these powders.

This is a little extra segment, since I don’t have anything else I’m excited for—

Sephora sale haul !

This sale falls on my birthday so I get to give myself presents.

Here’s what I got:

Merit Flush Balm in Rouge, Stockholm Merit Signature Lipstick in Power (matte), L’avenue (satin), Millennial (satin)

I plan to write a review for this products, so keep an eye out for that.

That’s really all I have today in terms of new products; let me know if there are any specific products that you’re excited for! —

Annie, the crosseyed cricket.

#beauty #makeup #makeup of tumblr #sephora #ulta #new beauty #new makeup #new skincare #beauty blog #beauty blogger #makeup blog #makeup blogger #skincare blog #skincare blogger

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doryythebutterfly · 29 days

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What I spent with some of my birthday money (haul)

I finally went shopping with some of my birthday money a couple of days ago!! So, why not share it with you guys.

Garnier BB Cream - Light

Because my school is strict and we're not allowed not use makeup, I decided to buy bb cream just to hide some blemishes and pimples.

Essence cover stick

I only use this on the weekends when I don't go the school but I it has the same purpose as the bb cream, but I just want a little more coverage on those days.

Essence mascara

I'll use the gel mascara when I have to go the school or when I want it to look like I have no mascara on. My lashes lay very flat so people can't see how long my lashes really are.

I'll use the maximum definition when I want more volume in my lashes and I'll also use it on weekends and not when I have school.

Essence nail polish

I bought the repair and care base coat because I regularly use nail polish and I don't want it to damage my nails.

And I bought pink ink because I really wanted a pink nail polish and I already have 2 purple ones from Essence. And I only use the coloured nail polishes on weekends.

So yeah, I hope you learned something about me in this post. I hope you enjoy the rest of your day/night.

Til next time!

#pink #it girl era #self love #2024 #birthday #birthday money #makeup #mascara #gel mascara #nail polish #essence #garnier

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wonderfulworldofmaeth · 9 months

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Hi there, I'm Mara.

Full name: Mara Evangeline Gaia Gabris

Age: 24 (Would be 32)

Birthday: May 16th

Sexual orientation: Heterosexual

Familiar: Odysseus the Mustang

Personality:

Birth chart (big three): Taurus Sun, Gemini Moon, Aries Rising

MBTI: ESFP-A

Patron Arcana: The Star

Upright: Hope, Faith, Rejuvenation, Healing

Reversed: Hopelessness, Faithlessness, Despair, Despondence

Minor Arcana: Nine of Swords

Upright: Fear, Isolation, Breaking Point

Reversed: Recovery, Coping, Finding Hope

Likes: The color orange, watching the wind kick up dust devils in the desert, fine jewelry, braiding other people's hair, when people make her laugh, roasting marshmallows, flowers of all kinds, putting new horseshoes on her horses, riding in the bed of trucks, cow print, going out dancing, square-toe boots, getting drunk off three shots of Jameson, equating strength with beauty, smiling, barbecues, the month of May, when people compliment her, the way her skin looks when kissed by the sun, shopping at the farmer's market, painting her nails, experimenting in the kitchen, the way her key ring jangles on her hip when she walks, wearing cute clothes that make her feel feminine, brushing her locs, Cole teasing her when she can't say his last name right, pound cake, Summer, playing cards, doing her makeup in natural light, when Cole takes off her cowgirl boots for her, watching the sun rise when she's rounding up her cattle, sleeping with the window open, when people request personal deliveries from her farm, the sounds of the desert at night, riddles that she won't guess, when dogs chase cars, fishing, holding hands in public, giving gifts, feeding her chickens, showing off how well she can whistle, hugs, do it yourself renovations on the house, evening rides with the love of her life.

Dislikes: Washing dishes, blood blisters, using spurs on her animals, baked beans, when people expect more out of her than she feels like she can give, the end of summer, eating the same thing every day, taking animals to the slaughterhouse, when people frown at her, waking up before the rooster, unwanted touch, standing at the market all day selling things from the farm, people who cheat during games, rope burn on her hands, dust storms that ruin the crops, people calling her ditzy even though she knows she's not that smart, the feeling of someone leaving her behind, herself without her locs, hauling water from the river, when people tell her she's lost weight, when she has to get feisty for her voice to be heard, replacing her favorite jeans because her thighs chafe too much, when her family yells at her for making a mistake, convincing others she's soft and deserving of love, the feeling of regret.

Abilities: Mara is a very skilled cowgirl. She can ride horses very well and knows a lot about the upkeep and care of farm animals. She can lasso and whistle and tie a lot of knots. She's pretty handy, able to fix little things around her house and farm. She's very in tune with nature and has a natural sense of direction. Mara also likes to garden and has a green thumb which helps a lot when you grow up on a farm. Mara is also really good at cooking and baking.

Favourite food: Tater Tot Casserole with Cheese and Sour Cream and Bacon

Favourite drink: Sweet Tea with a slice of Orange

Favourite flower: Somraldic Poppy

Favourite place: Under a Somraldic Sycamore in the arms of her love

Magic: Mara is a Prairie Maiden, one of the native witches of Somrald. The magic can be either hereditary, obtained if you complete a special ritual, or you are ordained before you're born. Although she's not as devout as other witches in practice, she often prays and gives offerings at her altar for the Maiden of the Valley, the feminine spirit that watches over Somraldic people, specifically women. Her magic is emotional, providing peace and comfort to the people around her through her touch and her words. She also has a lot of empathy for others as well as animals due to this gift. Mara was also born as one of the Maiden's Messengers, a woman blessed by the Maiden of the Valley with the power to change form into that of an animal. Mara's animal spirit is a Red-Tailed Hawk.

Appearance:

Height: 5'11 or 180 cm

Weight: 217 lbs or 98 kg

Hair: Mara has long black goddess locs that she's been growing since she was a young girl. They're waist-length now and she loves to put charms and weave prairie flowers in them. She often does different styles with her locs, wearing a bandana on her head or tying them in ponytails under her cowgirl hat. In her last few years of life, she cut them, revealing shoulder-length dark bouncy curls.

Eyes: Mara has black eyes, like most people in Murik Valley. They're some of the biggest, sweetest eyes you'll ever see. She has long lashes and always lines her eyes with makeup before leaving the house. She's very expressive and sweet and you'll often find yourself softening under her gaze. One bat of her eyelashes and you'll give her anything she wants.

General description: Mara is tall and curvy. She's strong from all the physical labor she does. She carries her weight in her arms, stomach, hips and legs. Her hourglass shape is accompanied by the cute pudge of her stomach that can be seen when she wears the low-rise jeans she loves. Her face is sweet with round cheeks and a soft jaw. Her lips are quite full and she has dimples when she smiles.

Mara is a free spirit. She loves adventure and feeling alive. She loves experiencing new things and going to new places. She's family-oriented, as Valley folk tend to be, however, she's got a wanderlust that can never be satisfied. If she loves you, she loves hard and you'll know it. She's loyal and dutiful to the people she loves. She's quite responsible when it comes to work, but she loves horsing around and having fun. Mara can be a little forgetful, but if it's important, she'll get it done.

Fashion Sense: Mara is always wearing Western clothing, but she still likes looking nice. A good pair of body-hugging bootcut or flare jeans are her go-to, with a nice belt, no matter the occasion. If she's working she'll wear a henley or collared shirt to protect herself from the elements. If it's cold she'll wear a denim jacket with a fleece interior. She's also got chaps and a few vests she'll wear depending on her work day and the weather. If it's a day of leisure, she'll opt for those jeans paired with a fashion top or a low-cut shirt that shows off her full figure. She loves ribbed tops or henleys, but it's always a scoop neck. Mara never leaves the house without her boots. She's got several pairs, some simple for work, some snazzy for going out. She's always wearing gold or turquoise jewelry and never leaves home without a few prairie charms.

Mara also likes dressing up sometimes. She'll wear a dress with a plunging neckline and some decorative boots. It's very rare you'll see Mara in a pair of heels, but she loves how pretty they make her feel.

A brief look into her life:

Occupation: Mara works with her father on their farm. Her duties include cattle wrangling, milking the cows, feeding the chickens and pigs, slaughtering livestock, tending to their farmland, and a world of other things. There's a lot that goes into having a farm. She does most of the intensive labor with the help of whoever they can afford to employ since Myvern is not able to handle most of that labor due to his illness. Mara also dedicates a portion of her life to the Maiden of the Valley as one of her Messengers. Whatever duties the Maiden calls her to do, she will see in a dream, a vision, or a sudden compulsion.

Love Interest:

Cole Berlusconi

Family and friends:

Myvern Gabris, father

Eleni Gabris, mother

Persephone Gabris, little sister

Tiana Samaras, aunt

Clio Mallas, aunt

Pollyanna Evander, best friend

Nazir Circe, close friend

Olympia Mathison, Castor Bedlam, Jason Karras, friends and colleagues

Tomás, Matías, Marcos, and Emilio, acquaintances she met in Maeth

Isabella Ziergah, friend

Hercules Argo, husband

Bree Argo, daughter

Miscellaneous facts.

Mara is insanely strong. She can't quite tear an addressbook in half but she can make a rip.

Mara never saw herself settling down with a man in a traditional sense, but adventuring and traveling all over the world doing new things with the man she loves, and only after that settling down.

She's always wanted a house with a whole wall made of windows.

Mara's love languages are gift-giving and acts of service.

Mara has a few tattoos, most of which she's gotten in honor of the love of her life. The tattoos include a spaceship, an 8 ball, and an oak tree. Her others include a horseshoe on her wrist, a feather on her forearm, and a bull on her shoulder.

Mara is a lively and adventurous girl, but she's almost always been held back by her family.

Mara can shotgun a beer in record time and its one of her favorite party tricks

Mara can drive both a manual and an automatic transmission vehicle and she teaches her friends how to drive. She taught Cole how to both drive a car and ride a horse.

Mara struggled with her self-esteem as a child, in large part because of her family.

Mara has a younger sister who ran away when she was fifteen and Mara was sixteen. This affected Mara in a lot of ways. She hardly likes to talk about it.

Mara has a complicated relationship with her family, but nobody seems to really ever see her side of the story.

Mara meets Cole one summer when they're 18 years old. They fall in a love so deep and intense the relationship sustains long distance for three years, until Mara's family pressures her into marrying someone else to save their farm and livelihood.

She has never loved anyone more than she's loved Cole Berlusconi.

"When you're here with me, I like to think everything's gonna work out. I love you."

#somrald #murik valley #cole berlusconi #mara gabris

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ryuhitaru · 1 year

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✿ youtube video ideas ✿

+ daily vlog

+ daily life in a month

+ a day / week in my life

+ a few days in my life

+ slice of life

+ chill week in my life

+ my weekend days

+ spend the weekend with me

+ spend a day with friends || fun day with friends

+ what i eat in a day / week / month

+ daily / night / morning routine

+ random vlog

+ life of a highschool student in ( your country )

+ study vlog || study with me

+ get ready with me ( grwm ) before school

+ vacation vlog

+ unboxing video

+ birthday vlog

+ makeup tutorial

+ outfits combination

+ chill holiday vlog

+ how my ( month ) went so far

+ shoppe / clothing / casing haul

+ romanticizing my life

+ random day in my life vlog

+ first week of ( month )

+ last week of ( month )

+ vlog in ( month )

+ last vlog of ( month )

+ ( month ) diaries

+ ( month ) vlog

+ mini vlogs || short vlog

+ another day another vlog

+ room / desk makeover

+ room / desk tour

+ classmates control my day

+ a week before exam

+ stationery haul

+ what’s in my bag / pencil case

+ what’s on my phone / ipad

+ room decor stuff unboxing

+ 72 hours with me

+ this or that challenge

+ what i cook in a week

+ cooking with me

+ trip to ( place )

+ swithing meals with my friends for 24 hours

+ first day of ( year )

+ new year vlog

+ clean my room with me

+ waking up at 2 am for a week

+ self care day

+ productive days in my life

+ after school vlog

+ morning vlog

+ how i edit my video

+ going out vlog

+ weekly vlog

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+ night walk with me

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+ back 2 school vlog

+ preparetion back to school

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starfxckersinc · 6 months

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Christmas presents for my sister, she only knows abt the makeup brushes bc I always allow her to see one present out of her haul. :) she’s very very excited. but she’ll love the cinnamonroll pillow bc she’s a huge Sanrio girlie so it’s a Sanrio Christmas fs. for her birthday she’s getting a Kuromi plush on top of other gifts :)

my littlest brother’s gifts. he’s a huuuuge classic fantasy nerd. very into TLoTR rn, frodo type beat

& finally for my bigger little brother, ofc, we have the berserk keychain & the AIC t shirt bc his interests are whimsical

#aberdeen spoken word

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writerwhowritesao3 · 2 years

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🚑💍👗

Thanks for the prompt!!!

🚑 was answered here! Rest under the cut:

💍 Would he do the proposing, or be proposed to?

Here’s the thing: when Billy and Steve first fall in love, they don’t think that they’ll ever be able to get married. They think the closest they’ll get is to be mutually committed and devoted to each other and live together in their own place. Basically be married to each other without the official paperwork.

And they do that! They’re able to get their own apartment together when Billy is 18 and Steve is 19. They’ve been madly in love since before they even officially started their relationship, so they have that covered.

In 1993, they’re living in New York City. They’ve been living there for awhile and it’s now their home. In 1993, Mayor David Dinkins signed an executive order that created a city-wide domestic partnership registry that granted *some* rights to unmarried couples—including same-sex couples.

There is no proposal. They have both said to each other, many times, that they are in this for the long haul. They are in this together forever, in sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer. So...they mutually make the decision to register as domestic partners. It’s not marriage, but it is something.

They don’t have a wedding. But they do have an “intimate celebration” with their close friends—Nancy, Jonathan, Robin, Eddie, Chrissy (fuck canon, both of them live, goddamnit), all the kids, plus Joyce and Hopper—and families (Steve’s parents, Susan, and Max). Plus the friends that Billy and Steve made in New York, who are all in the LGBTQ community. Plus Steve’s aunt and uncle and cousins on his mother’s side...plus Susan’s mother, sister, brother-in-law, and their two children, who had accepted Billy into their family from the start, when Susan married Neil (and, honestly, they always liked Billy more than they liked his father...).

The celebration is really lovely. Photos are taken, there’s music, Billy and Steve exchange rings (it’s just symbolic, okay?) their nearest and dearest make toasts to the couple...

Okay, fuck it—it’s a wedding. They have a wedding.

They get legally married in 2011, the week it becomes legal in New York. Again, there’s no proposal. There’s not even really a discussion about it beyond “is this day convenient for both of us to pick up the marriage license?”

They don’t need to propose to each other. They both know that they’re committed for life.

👗 Do you think when he was a little boy he’d play dress up in his mom’s dresses and shoes? If yes, how did both parents react?

Honestly...no. He put on some of her eyeshadow a couple of times, but he didn’t try on his mom’s dresses and shoes (if for no other reason than because they were way too big for him). He’s like...4 or 5 when he does this. Maybe even 6.

I feel like Billy was kind of androgynous as a kid? Like neither totally masculine nor feminine. Kind of a combination of both?

His mom is...not thrilled. She’s not angry and she doesn’t tell him that it’s wrong for boys to wear makeup, but she does tell him that he can’t tell anyone about this. And that he especially can never let his dad know. Ever. She tells him that it would be best if he stopped playing with makeup altogether.

So he stops. Because Mommy knows best and Daddy is very scary when he’s mad.

When he’s 12, he lets Max paint his nails with some cheap polish she got at a birthday party. They’re home alone and Neil wouldn’t be getting out of work until late that night.

But Neil comes home early and catches them in the ~disgusting~ act of putting paint on fingernails. He backhands Billy so hard it leaves a bruise. Billy knows that if Susan didn’t walk in the front door soon after Neil did, the beating he would have gotten would have been...memorable.

#asks #anon asks #harringrove #Billy Hargrove #steve harrington #Max Mayfield #neil hargrove #susan hargrove #billy hargrove's mother

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blessedmushroomandbutter · 5 months

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Amorphous- /əˈmɔːfəs/ (adj.) - without a clearly defined shape or form.

These days, she tiptoed out of the room.

He open his eyes slightly, only to see her picking up her makeup bags and clothes to the next room. She was tiptoeing still, possibly to avoid him. Or shes afraid to wake him up because he just fell asleep 2 hours ago. Or avoiding confrontation.

Or D; all of the above.

He sighed. He wanted to say sorry, but the words stopped at the tip of his tongue. She deserved it: the forgiveness, the hugs, and all the cancelled dates. She was being too patient, and it has been too long.

At first, she still waits up. 2 am? 3 am? She will still be there, hugging him after a long day. And then, she fell asleep on sofa. She would still be smiling, waking up still, hugging him until he drift off.

And then, she started to sleep on bed. Her back hurts, she said. She still sat down when he enters, still stroking his head and lull him to sleep. Tonnes of cancelled dates, a forgotten anniversary and 1 death later, she stopped. She did woke up, he could hear her breaths changed, but she didn't turn. Her small back is his view for months, before it changed to his bedside table.

Sometimes he wanted to reach her, but the weight of past neglects build a wall on him. He felt ashamed, and so, the middle part of the bed gone cold. It's been like that for months.

Until she started to tiptoed as early ast 5 am, just to get ready before he wakes up. and the right side of bed were left cold.

It wasn't long until that day, he woke up around the same time as hers; smiling sheepishly while she put on her shirt and pants for work. She smiled. He could see her sparkle is gone, but none of the care dimished.

"I made you breakfast" she said, in between putting on eyeliners. "Eat it before you go, okay?"

He nodded. "Let's go on a date tonight. I'll pick you up at 7"

She smiled. Now that he looked back, she probably smiled remembering the cancelled ones. Same sentences. Same promises.

"You're not busy?"

"Our project wrapped up, finally. Let's celebrate it. I've been abandoning you for too long."

She chuckled. "Sure. I'll be waiting"

That day, she waited until 9.

Her office closed. She waited outside. All phone calls went to voicemail. She walked home, bought a tin cake, and ate it on her way back. It was disgusting, she thought, eating while walking while crying.

It's her birthday. She deserves the cake.

It goes straight to the voicemail again. She's done. The first she picked up when she's home, or his house, she would say at that point, was a luggage.

5 years of memories, and hers and some baby clothes packed in a large luggage, and she hauled it away. She tried, she chanted to herself. She tried so hard.

He returned home to an empty house that night, with a ring on the table, and a note.

" My love,

You deserve someone who waits up for you at the sofa. I don't have that in me. Thank you for everything, I'll cherish it.

Take care.

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