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Beauty Tips: Hair & Makeup

From smearing mashed avocado and honey on your face to completely covering your hair from the roots to the tips in coconut oil; there isn’t really a limit to how much fun and weirdness you can get yourself into when you’re trying to look after your skin and hair. Here’s a list of the things you can do to make your skin as smooth as satin and your hair as lush as ever. By the end of all this, you’ll make yourself feel, look and breathe beautiful! This article will focus mostly on makeup and hair tips that are fun, easy and affordable.

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for @portentous-offerings who is my sick buddy today. Feel better my friend ^_^ 

“She’s never going to love me.”

It was so quiet she almost missed it.

“What did you say Kitty?” she asked, her face still pressed into his back from where they were cuddling in her bed.

“Forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything,” he said, rolling over and giving her a cheeky smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Are… are you talking about Ladybug?” she asked softly, feeling the knot of guilt that had steadily been building over the last few months of this strange friendship they had fallen into.

He didn’t bring up her alter ego very often. The subject of romance in general always seeming to carry some sort of bizarre taboo whenever he stopped by for his increasingly frequent visits. Not that Marinette had minded. She had Alya to cry to about her lack-luster love life after all, and given how unwaveringly supportive he was about all of her other problems, it seemed silly to hold it against him that he was uncomfortable talking to a girl about crushes and the like.

His eyes flashed guiltily and he rolled back over, staring out into the darkness of the room.

“Really it’s nothing,” he said again, but he couldn’t quite mask the defeated tone that colored his words.

It was a sound she was all too used to. The same defeated cadence that had echoed from her own lips after her disastrous attempt at confessing to Adrien 5 months and 27 days earlier that no amount of Rom-coms or Alya suggested poster-burning had been able to cure.

“Chat, it isn’t nothing,” she said, sitting up and gently trying to pull him back around. He didn’t budge, still keeping his gaze obstinately fixed at something that she couldn’t see. “If it matters to you… it isn’t nothing. Not to me.”

“It’s not appropriate,” he said softly, “and it’s not fair to you.”

“Shouldn’t I get to be the judge of that?”

“It would be selfish-“

“So be selfish!” she said with a slightly forced laugh. “Trust me, you have a long way to go before you catch up to my level of selfish so I am hardly one to judge.” She teased her fingers through his hair, letting her nails scratch delicately against his scalp and felt him relax in spite of himself.

“Yeah right,” he scoffed lightly, “your strange phone kleptomania aside, you’re a pretty stand-up person.”

“Hey, I will have you know I have been working very hard to reform my phone-napping ways,” she teased, hoping to draw out a real smile from him.

“You stole Alya’s phone just last week!”

“That was a special circumstance. I told you so,” she pouted. “Besides, Adrien doesn’t deserve to be taunted like that no matter what Alya might say about it,” she added softly.  

She felt Chat stiffen slightly, his cat ear twitching at her words, and she was once again suspicious that he knew all about her romantic trouble regardless of their lack of conversation on the subject. She flushed at the thought.

“You are one of the most selfless people I know,” he said, reaching up to grasp her hand in his own and give it a brief reassuring squeeze.

The guilt Marinette was feeling was almost overpowering as the thought of the secrets she was keeping from him weighed on her like a stone. He had never questioned how they had fallen into such an easy friendship, and she had become too attached to having him as a part of her life- her normal everyday life- to be willing to admit the one-sidedness of it all. Here she was getting mopey over someone she had sworn she was done chasing after in front of a guy whose heart she routinely seemed to trample into the dust. Talk about selfish.  

“Please just tell me,” she whispered, her fingers resuming their seductive strokes that she knew full well would reduce him to a compliant puddle in her lap.

He was silent for a few more moments before finally letting out a small defeated sigh.

“I was just thinking about everything and I guess I just…” he hesitated. “She’ll never love me. I know that. I think on some level I always suspected as much.”

His voice wasn’t bitter or angry, and that calm resignation shattered her own heart into a million pieces more than the actual words he was saying.

“I think,” he continued, “I think I will be ok with it. She loves someone else. She doesn’t really say much about it, maybe to preserve our identities or maybe because she doesn’t want to hurt my feelings, but every once in a while she lets something slip and it’s not that hard to put the pieces together. I always thought it was so cheesy in the movies when people would say things like I just want her to be happy, but I think I get it now. She’s incredible and I am always going to love her, but she doesn’t need me to make her happy.”

Marinette could feel the tears pooling behind her eyes as the words poured out of him in his soft, even tone. Her fingers were frozen, buried in his lush golden hair, her breaths turning shallow and frantic as the words reverberated through her like an electric current.

She stared down at the boy beside her. Her precious, irreplaceable kitten, who loved her so fiercely and believed in her so much. Who was willing to call her out for her faults and yet somehow still believed her capable of rising above them.

“She’s smart,” Chat continued, his voice seeming to echo in the near silence of the night, “and I know that whoever she does choose is going to be someone who can make her happy. Somebody good and funny and able to keep up with her when she is at her best and keep her grounded when she’s at her worst. So I think I can be ok with that.”

She tried to imagine what her future would be with some potential lover. Her heart lurched slightly at the thought of Adrien, her own love that was apparently not to be. She brushed that thought aside and instead tried to picture a world where she was curled up beside some new face, running her fingers through hair that wasn’t blonde.

She had to choke back a sob.

The slight twinge of pain she had felt at the momentary reminder that she and Adrien would never be more than friends was nothing to the soul rendering terror she felt at the sudden realization that finding a new love would inevitably mean losing Chat.

They would still be friends. Of course, it wouldn’t be the same. It wouldn’t be like this. He would never impose like that. Not her Chat. Her partner who was good, and funny, and who had seen her at her best and her worst, who knew her better than anyone, and who still had never made her feel anything less than precious. Her dearest friend who just the momentary thought of a life without him made her feel like she was dying.

Chat let out a small self-deprecating laugh and Marinette wondered how she had ever been so blind.

“So yeah,” he said finally twisting back around to look up at her, “I think I’ll be ok. Even if she doesn’t love me.”

She gazed down at him, his brilliant green eyes glowing in the near darkness of the night, a tired smile on his face that she longed to see transformed into his usual infectious grin, as the truth hit her like a bolt of lightning.

“I do,” she said breathlessly, before leaning down to capture his lips in a long overdue kiss.

Job Satisfaction [S]

pairings/characters: kth x reader

genre: smut; one shot?

word count: 6k

summary: Taehyung needs something more than just money if he’s going to keep working for you.

‘When it comes to what you want, you dont mind playing dirty.’

Mafia!Au Sniper!Taehyung

pure smut, lacking context but hints to possible continuation

Originally posted by donewithjeon

“You know that these works are supposed to leave no traces right?” You whisper more to yourself than to your subordinates as you read through the last article.

Another killing was spotted in Seoul, by the same mysterious shooter who left the sign “V” everywhere he went. He was notorious for the lack of traces he left, each investigation reaching a dead end every time. But he was no mystery to you. You knew who he was because he worked for you.

The man in the picture, his skin drenched in his own pool of scarlet blood was none other than your so-called “trade partner” one that was sucking you dry of all your resources. Things were simple when dealing with weapons.

“I supply goods, you pay me money.”

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Number 1 Fan

Request: Can you do one where the reader is the number one crime boss/villain and Jerome admires her so much that he follows them around until he gets caught. Maybe they become partners, he gets jealous and stuff, and it has a pretty happy ending.

Smut warning

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(Y/n) POV:

“Move it into the van boys! Don’t leave a dime!” I laugh as my henchmen load the bags of money. “Ohh this is gonna make me the richest woman on the planet!” I say joyfully spinning around.

“Hey boss! We got company! We got to hurry up!” I turn my attention to the banks to see them being scoped up and down by the GCPD. “I’ve got this boys. Just get the bags in there and don’t leave me like last time. If that’s done then you’ll all be dead! Understand?” “Yes ma'am!” They yell in attention.

I smile and stroll into the bank making my presence know to the cops. “Hello hello hello! How ya doing boys? Good I hope! Harvey! How’s the drinking problem? John! The kids doing good? Mollys rash ever clear up? That thing was nasty! Ah and Jimbo! How’s the air in your big fat head? Still clean I hope!” I giggle walking along the counter tops making fun.

I walk to the indoor flag pole and look up to see the open sky light. “Enough of your chit chat!” “Aww! But I was getting to the good part! Ya see. My self esteem has been kinda low lately. So I was wondering if I could show you guys a magic trick. You know the saying what goes up must always come down? Well how about what is down must go up? Any takers? No? Well fine I guess I’ll test it!” I kick the latch of the pole ties and it flings me up into the air to where I’m flying out of the sky light. “See ya around dumbass’!” I laugh as I exit through the roof.

I hop onto the top of the van and hit it twice. “Go you idiots!” They drive at 90 mph to my place and as soon as we get there they start unloading the bags into the room matching the others.

“Drink m’lady?” My butler asks as I enter the door. I smile at him and take the blue drink. “Thank you David. Any news for today?” I ask as I go to the living room. “Crime rates are as high as ever thanks to you miss. Fan basis is at it’s highest. Little girls are wanting to buy anything related to you!” I smile and look out the big window to Gotham. “Wonderful! Get Samantha for me will you?” “Yes miss.”

In seconds my maid comes running in. “Yes miss?” “Care to run me a bath? Crystals, and lavender soap as always.” I say sipping my drink. “Yes of course m’lady.” She bows to me and scurried off to the bathroom.

“Your bath is drawn m’lady.” I wave my hand away and make my way up to the large scale bathroom. The tub itself can fit 4. I strip myself of my clothes and sink into the relaxing water filled with soap and moisturizers.

My personal line begins to ring bringing my attention away from my thoughts. “Hello?” I ask into the old fashioned telephone. “Darling! It’s so good to hear your voice!” “Mom. Hey how are you?” I ask with a smile on my face. “Oh just find. Yourself?” “Just fine.” My mother scoffs into the phone. “What?” “Just fine? Come on darling! No drama? Men? Nothing?” “Mom. We’ve discussed this. I’m far to busy with business.” “Oh don’t play that game! A beautiful 17 year old woman like you is a the top of the world right now! You can have some fun!” “Business is fun.” “But doing business alone isn’t. Don’t you want to share that with someone?”

I sigh into the phone and sink further into the water. “Fine. Yes it’d be nice to have someone along, but I’ve tried the whole partner thing. It didn’t work! He was to slow! Couldn’t keep up. I need someone exciting! Someone to make me laugh, but still keep success rates at high!”

My mother laughs into the phone. “You sound so much like your father. Do me a favor darling. Put on a sexy dress, go to a club, and meet a man. Plenty will show if they hear the most feared woman in Gotham is coming. They’ll be trying to impress you left and right! Promise me you’ll give it a shot?” I sigh and smile. “Yes mother.” “Good baby! Call me tomorrow love! Goodnight!” “Goodnight mom.”

I hang up the phone and ring the bell for Samantha to enter. “Yes m’lady?” “Lay out a dress along with pumps, call a driver, and make sure the owner of Flaims knows I’m coming to have a fun night.” “Fantastic choice! I’ll be right on it!”

I step out of the tub and wrap a towel around myself drying my body. I walk into my room to see my favorite dress set out. “Oh Samantha how you read me well.” I drop the towel and get into my makeup and hair. A nice clean sexy eye with a simple puff to my lush (h/c) hair ties it all together.

I walk down to the door and David opens it for me. “Shall I stay awake to let you in?” “You know what? No. Have the rest of the night off! You too Samantha! I’ll see you both here tomorrow morning!” “Of course! Shall I make breakfast for two?” David says with a smirk. “We shall see.” I say skipping out and into the car.

I arrive at the club to see the best types of people there. The crazy ones. I step out of the car and immediately get howled at. “Hey baby! Wanna test me out? I can make a good girl into a bad bitch!” I roll my eyes and continue my way inside.

I see many cute men scattered about but non that immediately catch my eye. I’m not going to work for them. They’re going to come to me. That’s what mom always taught me.


I order my favorite drink and scroll through my phone enjoying the night out. “Well well well. Lookie here! Never thought I’d see you in the flesh.” I removed my eyes from my screen to see a well known criminal. “Do my eyes deceive me or is it Jerome Valeska?”

The red head leans up against the booth with a stretched out smile. “So you’ve heard of me?” “Well a new rising villain appears and we all want to know more. Have to keep tabs on you. Been out of the limelight for a while now.” “Well ya know. Been dead for about a year. No big deal.” I laugh and scoot for him to join me.

He can make me laugh

We talk for hours, laugh for hours, he had me smiling for hours.

“I’ve got to say. I’m a big fan. My favorite crime scene is when you hung your victim from the center of the hotel. Burnt fingerprints and face! DNA unrecognizable! Never figured out who the victim was.” I place my hand over my head. “Aww Jerome! That’s so sweet! No one’s ever kept up with a case like that before! Well except for those cops. Care to know who it was?” He leans in dazzled. “A bartender who got my drink wrong.” I shrug. “Fantastic! It’s all just fun and games anyway! If they don’t play by the rules they shouldn’t have been in the game to begin with!” “Exactly!”

I laugh and look at the time. “Past your bedtime princess?” I smirk at him and lean into him feeling the full effects of the alcohol take over. “No. Usually it’s time for someone to help me wake up. If you understand what I mean.” I smirk and toy with his fingers.

“Ohh any choices yet? Will I have to fight my way through them to get my shot?” I move my fingers to his shirt and pop one of the buttons open. “I think you have a pretty good shot already.” I smirk and stand up walking and swishing my hips for his pleasure. “Then what are we waiting for hm?” He growls in my ear biting it lightly.

Jerome opens my door for me and lets me in. My driver says no words but does raise the black window for some privacy.

I bring my lips to his in a rush for lust and passion. “Oh you’re bad.” He breathes and run his hand down my body to between my legs. “Make me worse.” I moan into his lips.

Jerome pushes my panties to the side and pushes one finger inside my pussy swerling my insides to make my body rock. “Someone’s wet babydoll. Care to tell me who that’s for?” Jerome asks adding another finger and pushing them in and out. “You’ve got to earn me screaming your name. Do that and you can do whatever you want.” I moan as he pumps his fingers faster.

I toss my head back moaning out. Jerome then attaches his lips to my neck sucking a visible mark. “Marking what’s mine.” I laugh and straddle him. “You’ve got to take it first.” I say out of breath.

The car stops and the driver lowers the black window. “We have arrived m’lady.” Jerome smiles and opens the door for me grabbing my ass as I get out. “Hm about time.” He says gripping my body in lust.

We quickly open the door and waste no time rushing to the bedroom. Jerome closes the door with me against it and strips me of my dress. “Oh a true beauty below the soft cloth you are!” He moans. I strip him of his shirt and pants and he attacks my lips the moment we’re both rid of clothing.

He lifts me against the door and rubs the tip of his cock up and down my slit coating himself with my juices.

He pushes in making my head hit the door in pleasure. “You’re so tight doll.” Jerome thrusts up into me causing me so much pleasure. He moved us to the bed and flips me over to my stomach.

He pushes himself back into my tight cunt and pounds me harder. “What’s my name doll? Scream it! Who’s filling your tight pussy?” Jerome grips my hair in a ponytail and pulls it back making my mouth open and loud moans to come out. “Jerome! Oh my god!” I scream and cum without warning. “That’s it baby!” He says and fills me up. He pulls out of me and rubs his hands up my back to my shoulders.

Jerome sets me on the bed and covers me up along with himself beside me. He brings me to his chest and kisses my head. “I have a proposal.” I say looking at him. “Hm I know I’m great but we just met doll face.” “Oh hush you big dumby! What I mean is be my partner in crime!” “King and Queen of Gotham.” He smirks at the thought rolling through his mind. “Seal the deal with a kiss.” I say with bright eyes. “Gladly baby.” He kisses me and kisses down my neck to make another mark. “Mine. My queen.”

Originally posted by sensualkisses

how i picture the signs
  • aries: tall/slender build, maybe wearing glasses, hands that you can't help but want to hold, friendly looking, someone you see and immediately want to get to know
  • taurus: eyes you can barely see because they're always smiling, energetic glow, probably wearing a hat, messy hair, good at dressing themselves, likes wearing jewelry
  • gemini: icy gazes but kind smiles, "resting bitch face," nice eyebrows, somebody you always want to compliment, beautiful facial structure
  • cancer: a soft face, eyes that make you melt, cheeks you want to squish, reserved and shy smiles, the perfect size to hold close, cutest noses
  • leo: big and dark eyes, hair you want to run your hands through, kissable lips, brightest smiles, look like they were made to shine in the sun, great to wrap your arms around
  • virgo: fairly short, probably freckled, always serving looks, smug smirks, polite and proper, their laughs almost always make everyone else laugh as well
  • libra: sensual gazes, firm jaws, great sense of style, flirty grins, pointed noses, soft floppy hair, lean arms, actual greek gods/goddesses
  • scorpio: typically darker vibes, dyed hair, soft but focused eyes, lush hair and lips, always have some sort of token accessory, trendy dressers
  • sagittarius: tired eyes, pissed off expressions, long hair, nose/lip piercings, sharp winged liner, wearing something dark, warm smiles, probably sipping coffee
  • capricorn: brown/orangey aura, if the autumn season was a person, cozy presences, soft dark hair, seemingly snobby posture (arms crossed, lips pursed, brows furrowed), spacey gazes
  • aquarius: quirky and lively, medium length hair, goth bitch looks, anxious expressions, bold and "different" makeup, weird but cute sense of style
  • pisces: either really tall or really short, always seem irritated, wearing a hoodie or beanie, small but nice smiles, kinda emo, messy brows, look like puppies

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Black and Blues

Pairing: Taehyung X Reader
Genre: Angst, Implied Smut
A/N: - Referenced from WINGS short film #3 STIGMA, where Taehyung comes from a messy household with an abusive and alcoholic father.
This has been sitting in my drafts for quiet awhile now and I’ve decided to post it up. This is 
an independent writing on it’s own, but may also serve as a preview if ever I decide to make a longer writing/one shot out of this. 


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IMAGINE: Klaus breaks up with you on a bad note, and now Kol wants to protect you.

“No. No I’m not gonna shut myself in. I’m not gonna keep running away. You know who did that? Katherine. And she’s miserable,” you told Kol, who found you in a hotel in New York that afternoon. “He’ll kill you if you stay in one place, love, you realize that,” Kol pointed out. “I didn’t do anything wrong! I did not help the Strix, it’s all in his head. I’m not gonna be afraid of him,” You told him. You were wearing a velvet blue crop top and black pants, stringing a layer of necklaces around your neck. “Where are you going?” he scoffed. “I’m gonna live my life. I’m twenty years old. Girls my age go out on Friday nights. They have fun. Are you going to come with me so you can finish your lecture?” you asked, whipping open the door. He paused, lips parted. You raised your brows at him.

You let the bartender pick your drink, telling him you were okay with what he thought was strongest. You downed it like a professional, Kol watching you with surprise. He knew you were wild, but not to this degree. “I’m gonna dance. You wanna dance?” you said over the music. “You’re not concerned for your well-being at all, are you?” he said with a light scoff. There was some humor in his voice, but also worry. You ignored him as you grabbed a random girl’s hand, drawing her into the center of the crowded dancefloor. She went along with it, almost as intoxicated as you were becoming. She cheered as she held onto your moving hips, letting your lush hair down from a ponytail. Kol leaned his head on a fist watching you. So fearless, so human. He wanted that. You stuck your tongue out at him as you kept dancing. Kol looked down at his ringing phone, seeing Nik’s name appear on the screen. He declined the call. He continued to drink as he watched you dance, eventually voting to join you. 

He was just about to walk up to you and your laughing friend when his phone rang again. Niklaus. “I’m terribly busy,” Kol pointed out as he answered. “Y/N is in New York. I need you to find her and bring her back. It appears there’s some miscommunication on who has been conspiring against who,” Klaus told Kol. Kol looked to you, who had been smiling and having fun this entire time. He hadn’t seen you that way in weeks. “I’m in New York, I was tracking her with the help of a fellow witch…she was a step ahead. She’s gone,” Kol lied. “If you’re bluffing—” You shut Kol’s phone. “Finish your lecture,” you told him, pulling his hand over your shoulder to join you. He smirked as you took his drink, finishing it for him. “For starters, it bothers me you didn’t say how naughty of a dancer you were,” he joked. You rolled your eyes as Kol did a half-smile back at you. 

In Sickness and in Health

Prompt: Gaston has to take care of Lefou while he is sick.

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Word count: 2,869

Villeneuve was quite a boring town in all honesty. Charming enough that those passing through would enjoy their time in the village but those who lived there often found themselves kicking dirt to keep occupied. However, despite dull days that came often and dragged endlessly, all the town’s residences thought themselves lucky to wake there every morning.

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YO ARTISTS

Love Steve/Bucky? Love American Gods? Wanna collaborate on a fic with less grumpy old dudes and more canoodling? Have deep fondness for Bucky Barnes with long, luscious hair? I’M YOUR PAL.

I currently have about 12K of a Steve/Bucky American Gods AU/crossover WIP that I started last year, and I’m looking for artists who’d like to collab with me on the fic. I already have the awesome @redwriteblue on board, and I’m more than glad to get any other interested artist to join! My 12K is so far very little plot but a lot of descriptions of Bucky’s lush hair and great taste in interior design.

Estimated word count will probably be around 20-25K. Since there are several big bangs going on, the working schedule for this fic is very flexible. I’m looking for people who’d like to bounce ideas for the plot and characters. This requires knowledge of what happens in the book, since the plot is more or less following American Gods’s general plot.

Interested? Message me for any questions or for a more detailed plot summary! I’m an excellent writer and clearly not afraid of tooting my own horn, I love yelling about fics and ideas, and my awesome collaboration credentials can 100% be backed by @sulasaferoom and @misspaperjoker with whom I’ve worked for Cap Reverse Big Bang 2017 and Stucky Big Bang 2016, respectively. (Tell only nice things about me if someone asks, guys, okay.)

I appreciate all the signal boosts that I can get, so thanks in advance!