brush marble

anonymous asked:

Where can I find cute makeup storage? Like on the vanity? Something more unique/not ikea.

Hello, xo

You could get creative and use items that are normally for desk organization or bathroom organization! You could use marble toothbrush holders or small vases for brushes, marble or gold trays for display. 

Stores like Anthropologie have really classy and feminine home decor items for all your beauty stuff! Check out their gold and marble collection here.

Items like this Target Nate Berkus Letter Holder can be used for makeup palettes and the Nate Berkus Pencil Holder can be used for brushes or eyeliners/mascara. 

Also from Target, a white and gold desktop storage unit that could display products.

A cool idea could be makeup palettes stacked together/held together by cute book ends! These marble ones are from CB2.

You could display makeup on serving trays! The rose gold one below is from Target and you could find marble trays for cheap at places like HomeGoods or Target like this one here.

@loveaoka requested one with an angel Kagami and devil Aomine! This had the potential to become insanely long and I really didn’t want to go into “multi chapter” alley (at least not right now), so this happened. XD

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Dark grey eyes stared down at Kagami, arms folded over a silken white robe and feet brushing the marble floor lightly as twin silver wings held the figure upright. “Your friend is causing mischief down on Earth, Taiga. Fix it.”

Kagami grumbled. “Why do I have to-”

“Because he seems to only listen to you,” the archangel narrowed his eyes. Himuro Tatsuya did not take kindly to his dear angels mingling with the underworld filth. It would only lead to severe consequences, and their segregation was necessary. “You’ll go down there, and tell him to stop. And then you will say goodbye and never see him again.”

Kagami’s eyes widened. “But-”

“At least I’m giving you that much,” Himuro said softly, waving his hand, and the last thing Kagami saw before landing on Earth was Himuro’s tense expression.

***

Aomine whistled happily, peering down from the roof he was on while rolling up his sleeves. A bucket of water sat next to him and he picked it up slowly. “Three…two…one…huzzah!” he saw the girl walk out of the building and tilted the bucket to see the water slosh out and fall down spectacularly…only to stop in mid-air. To his shock, it flew straight back up and hit him right in the face. He spluttered, stumbling back and blinking his vision clear to see a silhouette floating above him, the sun its backlight.

Fiery red eyes glared down at him, forked eyebrows scrunched in displeasure. Tanned feet touched the ground as the large golden wings folded behind the figure. White silky material fell over his shoulders and clinched loosely at his waist by a golden rope. The dress brushing his knees and teasingly revealing small snippets of his skin as he moved towards Aomine. He threw out his hand and muttered something under his breath.

Aomine felt his human disguise shatter, as the clothes he was wearing morphed into tight black pants. Dark tattoos swirled on his neck, back and arms and a black tail flicked the water off in annoyance. His pointed ears twitched and his sharp canines peaked from his teeth in a sly grin.

“Hey there, Kagami. Doesn’t it get a little airy in that dress of yours?” he smirked, peering under Kagami’s clothing.

Kagami slapped his hand away, his cheeks red. “Aomine, you asshole!”

Aomine ran a hand through his hair. “Not like I haven’t seen it before.”

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when fidelity takes you away

Dorian began leaving long before he left.

There were letters, of course- long letters spirited over long miles by Leliana’s ravens. But they were letters he couldn’t respond to, letters read by Josephine as Aithlin sat in her office with his chin to his knees and his down-turned ears nearly resting on his shoulders. How would you like to respond? she asked, time and again.

And he responded every time with the same words, guilt-ridden and lonely down to his bones: I don’t want to.

There was a conflict inside of him. Differing thoughts waged war, and each side was desperate to win his heart. There was pride in Dorian for traveling back into the heart of his homeland to plant the seed of rebellion. There was concern for the same reason. There was anger, too.

At night, anger was the strongest.

Curled up in his bed, a solitary shape in a sea of blankets with room enough for three or four, Aithlin’s thoughts of Dorian turned sour. There was no instant regret. There was no rush of shame. He laid there before sleep, and he tongued the words Dorian wrote to him against the roof of his mouth.

They were sweet, placating words, though they lost their meaning when dictated on a tuneful Antivan accent.

Am-

Don’t… read that word.

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