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The Icon Ahead of Her Time: The Secret Behind Marilyn's Infamous Look

(Photo credit to Harpers Bazaar)

For such a clean, crisp look that pinup icons are notorious for, it's not as simple as it appears. Marilyn Monroe's main makeup artist, Allan 'Whitey' Snider, came up with some of the best tips to create the iconic look Marilyn is known for. A look that would pave the way for the go-to for pinup basics for makeup.

In this post, discover some of Marilyn's hacks on how to create this natural yet glamourous look.

Laying down the foundation for any makeup application is important. Starting with where it begins...the skin.

In today's society people are obsessed with dermaplaning; removing the peach fuzz due to aesthetic reasons for makeup. Marilyn on the other hand embraced the effect that the peach fuzz could do for her on camera and with her makeup. She could see that the tiny hairs actually created a blurring effect, which created a glow of sorts when underneath harsh studio lighting - no blurring makeup products needed!

We also know how vital it is to hydrate the skin when prepping the skin for makeup application. Did you know that Marilyn used Vaseline primarily under her makeup to keep moisturized and like a primer, as well as using it to create a highlight on her cheeks, as well as after applying her eye makeup? If you have a bit of oily skin trouble, this may not be the best thing to do , and there are products to achieve the same desired results, but this was what she used that worked for her.

This leads us to the eyes.

Marilyn would use white cream from her eyelid to her brow bone for every look she would do. In pinup, white is often used to open the eye to create the big, open eye look iconic to pinups.

That being said, not only was white used for colour and highlight on the lid and brow bone area, but it was used as eyeliner on the bottom water line!

Another incoming fact about Marilyn's methods...she didn't use just one shade of eyeliner...she used three! For the main wing on her lid, she used classic black eyeliner which is typical for creating that winged stroke of wonder. But she also used a brown to create that light, what appears to be a drop shadow casted by her eyelashes. This was an illusion she used to make the eyelashes look emphasized, by making the viewer believe they were the culprits for creating that dropshadow. Nay, that was the art of eyeliner. The third of course, being the white eyeliner as mentioned previously on the lower waterline to open the eye.

That technique being used , added with the right set of falsies nowadays would be a deadly combo. Speaking of false eyelashes...

Many make the mistake of going balls to the wall when picking out false lashes to wear. The idea you should go for - besides avoiding doing eyelid pushups - is a more natural glamourous look. So, nothing too dramatic. What Marilyn would do to keep the natural appearance to the lashes, is that she would actually cut the lashes in half and apply them only to the outer part of the upper lid. Think about it... when we do our winged liner, we are creating the illusion of that part of the eye being elongated and emphasized. That being said, the placement of the lashes only being placed on that part of the eye makes complete sense.

Well now, thinking about how fabulous one will appear with that handy-dandy trick makes one want to blush...

Did you know that Marilyn used blush as a means to contour her face? We don't normally contour our face in the modern sense of the term since it creates too harsh of lines, but she used it sparingly on her cheeks and a smidge to the tip of her nose. This created a more natural appearance as well a hint of warmth. To top it off, she did use a finishing powder to add a bit of glow to her appearance.

Now, for the part that is another infamous pinup staple: The iconic red lip.

Marilyn's red lip was achieved using a multi stage process.

Beginning first with creating the perfectly crisp lining, Marilyn would use a lip brush to line her lips. This can be done either with brush or with a lip pencil. Regardless, make sure either method contains a fine, sharp tip for precision.

For the fill, she would actually do a form of lip contouring. You know that thing we were blown away by a few years ago and some companies made double ended products to create a lip ombre / contour? Marilyn did it first. Sorry y'all, the 50's was the birthplace of that technique. Marilyn would use darker shades of red towards the outer part of the lips, and use lighter towards the middle. This created the contoured/ombre effect. To top it off, she would then put a very little bit of white in the middle on the bottom lip to create a highlighted effect, and a clear coat of gloss over top of her lips to create that sparkling, glossy effect. Albeit in pinup, we normally use matte lipstick and try to avoid using shimmery shades as well as shiny glosses. For Marilyn, though? She made it work and was absolutely glamorous doing so.

If you've survived this far in reading, I commend you and I hope you enjoyed reading this little tidbit of information behind what went on to achieve such an iconic look.

xo Bree Von Tease

[fakegirlkendoll]

Don't Be a Drag, Just Be a Queen

It was my ten year HRT anniversary, and I originally planned to just stay in and celebrate at home, but my boyfriend convinced me to go out to my local gay bar. I resisted originally, but after ten years of transitioning, it felt right to celebrate in public, to show how confident I was in my body, after plenty of surgery and hormones.

After a couple drinks, it was time to go to the bar, the bouncer raised an eyebrow at my ID, but let me in without issue. I'm used to people questioning me, so it's nothing strange. As soon as I walked in the front door, dressed to the nines with my best makeup look, a stranger came up to me, grabbing my arm and hurrying me towards the back of the bar.

"Hey, let me go! Who the hell are you?"

I looked the stranger up and down; a fabulously made-up drag queen, in a sequinned dress with an obvious bulge. He ignored my question, guiding me toward the stage.

"Hush up honey, you're on in ten minutes! I hope you got a great act planned, especially with that wig..."

"It's...it's not a wig..."

I feel my scalp tingle, and self-consciously rub my ha- my wig. I didn't think it was THAT obvious, it's not my fault I could never grow my hair very much.

"What show? I'm just here to drink, I'm not an entertainer"

"You're a riot, Felix, but be serious, you've been performing here for years."

"My name isn't Felix, it's Felici- Felic- it's Felix!"

"Yes honey, I know your name, now get your ass made up, right doll?"

I feel my head start to haze over, I'd never been here before tonight, had I? That's ridiculous, of course I've been here before, I'm the Queen of this bar. I feel my thighs tingle as my heels heighten, sending me tottering, but I quickly adjust, moving forward with a sassy strut to the backstage area. A chair faces me in front of a well-lit dresser as my second in command Poppy pushes me into the chair.

"I don't get why you even try to pass hunty, you're so OBVIOUSLY a Queen, I mean, look at you!"

Poppy turns the chair around, and my heart jumps at my reflection. My jawline is much stronger than it should be, a slight shadow of stubble, my face much more obviously masculine. My makeup is...not what I put on? A dramatic, draggy, faaaaabulous look that all my fellow fags love! Wait, what? But I'm...I'm a straight woman, right? I grasp my boobs to reassure myself, but my chest feels nothing, as I lift my oversized breastplate.

"Babes what the RU happened to my titties?"

"I told ya, you shoulda gone bigger hun, I got your spare back here, wanna switch out?"

"You know it bitch!"

It's getting harder and harder to remember how I got here, my brain reshaping into something new as I remove my top and oversized bra, and I have one more flash of lucidity, reaching my hand to my surgically perfect pu- to my tightly tucked cock.

"Oh thank Gaga, I thought something was HORRIBLY unfabulous darling, now help me into my titties~"

I work with Poppy to get my J-cup breastplate on, then slip into the most scandalous, glitzy latex minidress in my wardrobe, giving Poppy an overly-flamboyant kiss on the cheek, teasing my hair even bigger than my titties. I give Poppy a big, false-eyelashed wink and sashay out on stage, posing for the spotlight.

"Welcome, Ladies and Gays, to Fifi Nova's Fabulous Cabaret! Are y'all ready for an utterly slaytastic evening?~"

[scenearcee]

I never even thought about the fact that I accidentally paralleled the Simulanka event in a NeuviFuri fic I wrote several months ago 😭😭

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“…This feels like torture. He has no use for me, he was a priority victim of my lies, and yet he continues to be a benevolent figure to me. I don’t understand, not one bit, why he sees anything in this shell of a human being that could have been…” Tears well in her eyelashes, falling down her masked cheeks. “I pretended to be the one thing he hated most for centuries, I played a false opera and danced across the stage as the people of Fontaine were dying. He condemned my sins in front of the entire nation, and yet he still seeks my favor. Is this my punishment? Is he doing this on purpose, disingenuously to toy with my mind? To give me reward, only to take it away once I feel peace?” A tidal wave of sobs ripples forth, as if an ocean during a thunderstorm. She clutches the tulle on the skirt of her gown, letting her feelings spill to the kind stranger standing before her, absorbing everything she has to say. The guilt in her eyes is overwhelming, agonizingly apologetic. “I’m a traitor. I deserve exile, and yet I am tortured instead. Sometimes, I wish that I died with Focalors, so I didn’t have to keep living like this.”

A painfully familiar sting bounces through Wanderer’s chest, and he puts his hand on her shoulder to both get her attention and steady himself. Visions of his past flashing through his mind- Irminsul, swords, electro energy coursing through his veins. His breathing is labored. “... No you don’t. I know you think you do… but you don’t. Like it or not, there’s people in Teyvat who treasure you, and they’ll be a pain in the ass until you turn yourself around.” His eyes lock with Furina’s, which are poised in shock and anxiety. “I tried to erase myself from Irminsul, I made an attempt to destroy my own existence, and it was mostly successful- until Lord Kusanali, Aether, and Paimon fought tooth and nail to make sure I was still kicking. As annoying as it may have seemed, these people went to great lengths to give me a good life, and you aren’t any different. Your god went to great lengths to keep you safe and alive. Your loved ones here in Fontaine will push for you, whether you like it or not. It’s clear to anyone with a pair of eyes and ears that you don’t value yourself enough. I’m not the first to say it, and I definitely won’t be the last either. Furina, your life does matter to people. Your happiness is contagious, and there is no benefit in wishing you were dead. No matter how torturous this attention from the Iudex may seem, you are loved, you are being loved, and your walls are too fortified to let any of that in.” His gaze softens, and the heavy solemnity releases from his lungs like the lid being taken off of a pressure cooker. Their eyes lock, and the skin under his eye forms a crack as if he were made of porcelain, if he were fragile and breaking under pressure. Waves of reassurance ebb and flow from the eyes he is staring into, just a few inches away.

Furina removes his hand from her shoulder and interlaces his fingers with his. A whisper of a smile tugs at the corners of her lips, which are still covered with translucent fabric. “Oh believe me, Wanderer… I’m fortunate enough to know that I am cared for, and I’ve been there with the Traveler and Paimon. If anyone knows how to be an annoying hero, it’s those two.” She gives his hand a squeeze, and her smile manifests itself. “...but I appreciate your insight, and I think I’m ready to go home for the night. This was nice, thank you. I… I treasure your friendship.”

“Then I won’t dilly dally about getting you home, Miss Furina.” He scoffs and rolls his eyes with a smirk as he guides her out of their darkened hiding spot. Laughing together, holding hands and interchanging jokes as they walk out together, TOGETHER. Facing the world, starting with this crowded dance floor, headed to the front entrance, the massive double doors that led them to this party in the first place. That is, until a certain blonde with a silver fairy comes into their line of sight. Into their path of walking.

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me when I write a neuvifuri fic but I'm also a scararina shipper and left in some crumbs

anyway I accidentally predicted that Wanderer is just a caring dude that wants to keep others from feeling the same way he did and he's more than willing to be there even though he didn't have someone until it was too late

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🌼Damiano × reader

part 23 of ??? [parts 1-22]

NSFW🔥 for sluts only, nasty, kinky fuckery

° Damiano David/female reader insert  

wordcount::::  7,914 ° request ×3, anon& @vittoriaisfuckingpathetic wanted a bratty kitty getting punished, another anon wanted:  lots of aftercare and cuddles and cuteness 💋 thankyou for awesome/inspiring requests [requests are open! but commissions get priority, secure the 7th spot in my cue here!]

You removed your high heeled shoes during the elevator ride up to your floor - unable to stand their punishment for another second. Your night out with Max had lasted much longer than you had anticipated and the fatigue you were starting to feel was inevitable. You were more than ready to peel off your false eyelashes and stop feeling the pressure from the underwire of your bra.

It had been Max’s idea for the two of you to go out, because a gay club that she loved was closing down. This was being marked with a drag show, a huge amount of local performers coming out for their last time on this stage.

Prior to the show starting, you had taken a break from dancing with Max (and some new friends you were making) to message Damiano. He was currently home in Italy and you wanted to let him know not to wait up for you to come home, you were in party mode, you intended to have a damn good time.

Have fun, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. He had responded. I’ll just keep it to myself that I miss you.

Aw. I miss you too Daddy. You had enough time to send this message before you were grabbed by Max, taken to do some bright-coloured shots, with names that had gotten increasingly funnier as the night had gone on.

Then the show had begun - the music blasting as different acts took to the stage in varying styles. One drag queen performed Björk, another had six outfit reveals during the course of a single song. A Pokémon-themed number had made you lose your shit. There were drag kings in the mix. Some performers knew their lyrics better than others. You lost count of all of the times you saw someone do the splits.

With regular intervals, Max had made sure you had a glass of wine in hand for most of the night. During one of these times that she was gone at the bar, some of the friendly people you had met struck up a conversation, wanting to know how much of the show you planned to watch. When you had said that you weren’t sure (you and Max were just taking the night as it came), there was a scramble from all of them jumping in to give recommendations of which acts you had to see. They had given you close to the same line - ‘you can’t leave without seeing…’, each completing this statement with a different performer's name. You had agreed with all of their enthusiastic suggestions, ready to keep the night going.

Not long after that, you had received a new message from Damiano. I think I’m gonna go to bed, he had told you. You had exchanged ‘I love you’s and wished him sweet dreams. You checked the time before slipping your phone back into your handbag - 1AM.

About an hour later, another message came in: isn’t it past your bedtime? You hadn’t hesitated with your response: since when do I have a bedtime? He had soon sent something back: silly kitten, you don’t make or control the rules.

Before you could begin to work on your reply, Max had leaned in, getting your attention. “Should we head off soon?”

One of your new companions had heard this over the music and they jumped in to answer for you. “You can’t go yet. You’ve gotta see Glue.”

“Glue?” Max repeated, her brow in a deep crease.

They had elaborated, talking about how Glue was an amazing and unique drag queen. As you listened, you had returned your phone to the darkness of your bag. You made the decision to leave Damiano on read. It wasn’t polite, but you hadn’t felt bad about doing it. He was very keen on having you home with him, but if you made him wait, you could make him want you even more, getting you a more exciting reaction to your return.

Thinking about him calling you a brat due to this behaviour didn’t intimidate you or make you feel like you should change your tactic. If you were being a brat, it was because you could.

You had become thoroughly distracted when the show had started up again.

It had turned out that Glue was worth sticking around to watch. In a sparkly robe, with skull makeup painted on, she had been channelling a witch. There had been a lot of props on stage as she spent the duration of the heavy metal song theatrically concocting a potion, along with lip-syncing each lyric. The audience was brought into the act as she dusted her glittery potion upon spectators, as well as throwing toy frogs into the crowd.

But once she was finished, you hadn’t felt the motivation to head in the direction of the exit. You were still having a good time with Max and with no work responsibilities on the books for tomorrow, you wanted to keep soaking up this wonderful atmosphere.

“We’ll stay for one more song.” She had said to you.

At the end of the next performance, you had said the same thing to her. And it became a trend, the two of you sharing the phrase back-and-forth without showing any real interest in leaving the club.

It wasn’t until almost four o’clock that you followed through, both of you agreeing it felt like the right time to call it a night. Your ears were ringing when you had emerged onto the street, laughing at something she had said.

Then you parted, getting into different Ubers, with the promise to message one another once you were safely at home.

Sitting in the back of the car, you had opened your text conversation with Damiano again. When you hadn’t responded to the last message, he had sent a passive aggressive question mark. You didn’t acknowledge this, typing as if you were oblivious to the fact that you would be in trouble when you got home.

On the way home.

You hadn’t been surprised when his response came to you quickly, of course he hadn’t gone to sleep. You wondered if he had spent all of that time stewing while you had been dancing, cheering and laughing.

So you remembered how to get back here?

Some ways to respond had quickly come to mind as you looked at the screen of your phone. But you didn’t type out any words, you didn’t send him a single letter.

You had smiled to yourself, trying to guess at how many more spanks you had earned. Ignoring him would surely add more strikes to your overall punishment. Or maybe he wouldn’t get physical at all. You had considered this might be the time when he brought back writing lines, it felt like it had been a long time since he had taught you a lesson that way.

You unlocked the door to your home, certain that you still smelled like the club as you stepped inside. You had plans of fetching yourself a glass of water from the kitchen before seeking him out to face your consequences.

Immediately this was derailed. Because from your spot at the doorway, you could see straight into the lounge room, seeing that it was currently occupied. He was seated in the armchair, turning to look as you entered. Was he pleased to see you, relieved that you had made it home safely? You couldn’t tell, the only fitting word to describe his look was icy. He was already in character and it was time for you to catch up, to figure out how you were going to play it from here.

“Hey Daddy.” You greeted, approaching him.

“Hey yourself.” He said. He appeared mostly calm and collected, all of his simmering happening just beneath the surface. It was also the exact opposite of the energy that you had been surrounded by for so many hours.

“I thought you would be in bed.” You said. You stepped in front of the chair, it was close enough that you could have touched him, pushing his hair back from his face if you wanted to. But it felt like it would be incorrect for you to initiate the first touch.

“I couldn’t go to sleep while I’ve got something that needs to be dealt with.” He told you.

“Me?” 

“That’s right.” He said. “So you think that you can get away with ignoring me? No, you silly kitty, it definitely doesn’t work like that. Go and get your ass on the bed.”

You didn’t wait, at once following along with what he said. You quickly walked out of the living room, you weren’t drunk enough to stumble any of your steps. But you had had enough to drink that you were already feeling warm and giddy.

You dropped your shoes by the door and placed your handbag on the chair that faced your vanity table. You didn’t take any of your clothes off because you hadn’t been instructed to do so. You sat down on the unmade bed, facing the doorway.

He was soon coming in to join you. He walked in to stand at the foot of the bed, instantly enforcing his authority by looming over you. You looked up at him, feeling the titillating intimidation now.

He lifted his hand to your hairline, beginning to stroke his fingers through your hair, brushing nicely against your scalp. It was soothing and if not for the stony look on his face, you might have reacted with a smile.

“I hope your night out was worth it.” He said. “Honestly, I hope you had lots of fun, because from here on out, it’s gonna be…” His hand curled into a fist around your hair, tugging hard enough to sting as your head was forced further back. “...rough.” You clearly saw the fire in his eyes when he leaned down, his face inches from yours. “What’s your safe word?”

“Pumpkin.” You supplied instantly.

“Good girl. Don’t get too used to hearing that tonight.”

Your hunger was brought to the surface, allowed to be acted upon when his lips crashed against yours. His hand released your hair, moving to hold the back of your head as he sought a deeper kiss. Your hands went to his bare biceps, gripping onto him while his tongue was gliding into your mouth.

He pushed his body weight into you, resulting in you moving backwards until your back landed on the mattress. Without hesitation, and without breaking the kiss, he climbed on top of you. He massaged your tongue with his and you could feel how short of breath you were getting.

His arm reached around you, his hand going to the centre of your back. His fingers explored, refusing to settle in one spot. He ran his hand up-and-down your spine, his fingers grabbing at the material of your dress.

“Where’s the fuckin’ zipper on this?” He asked.

You took your hands off of him. “It’s on the side, here.” You found the tab and started to pull it down, loosening the dress.

“Oh.” He recovered from this fumble, getting the zipper the rest of the way down so that he could get the velvet dress off of you. He tugged it off of your hips and then you pulled your legs free. The next thing to go were your fishnet stockings. He made quick work of removing your bra and underwear. Now, in his cotton shorts, he had the most clothes on. You knew better than to try to get these off of him at the moment - you weren’t about to rebel against the dynamic he was establishing, you had done enough rebelling for one night.

He resumed his position on top of you, his forehead resting against yours as he came in close enough for a kiss. But this didn’t come. His eyes were fixed on yours while his hands explored your nakedness. It felt like your skin scorched in response to his touch, matched by the smoulder in his look.

“I’m gonna give you something that you absolutely cannot ignore. That’s how I’m gonna correct my kitten’s behaviour.” He told you.

You nodded as you licked your lips. But he continued to pass up the opportunity to kiss you, this time he moved off of you. He instructed you to go to the head of the bed, to lie as you typically would while he left the bed.

You watched him go over to the wardrobe, opening the door and looking to the spot where the box full of sex toys sat. The item that he wanted was seemingly at the very top, because mere seconds after looking inside, he was approaching the bed with a bundle of speciality rope. You saw the beginnings of a smile on his face, showing you how much he wanted to get started on this punishment - you doubted there was a single other thought currently occupying his mind. You felt like the centre of his world.

“Hands up to the headboard.” He said, he was unwinding the length of black rope as he got closer.

You lifted your arms up above your head, lining your wrists up with one of the metal rungs of the headboard. You could see the boner developing inside of his shorts as he kneeled on the bed next to you, spotting this was just another drop to add to the hot pool of desire between your legs.

He fed one end of the rope around the rung, the approximate middle of the rope’s length rested against the metal bar. With each half of the rope, he created loops around both of your wrists. His hands were soft, as was the rope as he worked. He brought your bound wrists together, securing them in position with a couple of knots.

“How is that, it’s not too tight?” He asked, checking the look on your face.

“It’s good, Daddy.” You said.

Satisfied with his work, he moved onto the next step of his plan for punishment - this took him back to the toy box. With no time wasted searching or digging through the other objects, he plucked out the vibrating wand he had gifted to you so long ago. He carried it over to the bed, where he sat down facing you. You squirmed in your anticipation, unable to prepare yourself when you weren’t sure what he was going to do next. There was a pause before he turned the vibrator on, during which your mind raced, trying to fill in some of these blanks.

He pressed the power button and selected the speed he wanted (it sounded fast). Your legs had already been lying apart, but he grabbed your ankle with his available hand and moved it, creating a larger gap between your thighs. Then his hand went to your cunt and he used two fingers to push your labia majora back. You felt a shiver when your moist clitoris was exposed to the cool air.

He didn’t give you any kind of warm-up, just putting the toy’s vibrating head to your clitoris and all thoughts were ejected from your mind. Your heart launched into your throat as surprise flooded you. You were weak in response to the power of the toy, so many sensitivities were sparked to life in the same instant, it was too much for you to keep track of. Your jaw went slack as you struggled to adjust to the intensity.

“I have a question for you, babygirl.” He said. You forced your eyes open, looking at him through your daze as you tried to catch your breath. “How do good girls come?”

It was hard to think and it felt like your nerves were on fire. The words didn’t come immediately and you just stared at him, probably looking stupid right now. “Um, with their master?”

“No. Try again.”

You weren’t confident that you had the answer he was looking for. “Loudly?”

He sighed. “No again. You get one more guess.”

“Am I in trouble if I’m wrong?” You asked.

“No, this really doesn’t affect your punishment.”

“Good girls come, um…” Your eyes went up to the ceiling, as if the answer was written somewhere there. “Good girls come when they’re told to?”

“Yes.” He said, easing the vibrator off of you. “You’re right, they get given permission to come. And that’s exactly what you’re gonna do, because you wanna be a good girl, don’t you?” You copied him and nodded your head. “So no matter how much fun you’re having, no matter how amazing Daddy is making you feel- you won’t come until you’ve got permission.”

“Uh-huh.” You said. “I would say that we could pinky swear on it, but that’s not the easiest thing for me to offer right now.”

“That’s okay, I can just take your word on it.” He said and you saw the movement as he started to bring the toy towards your cunt again. “Your wrong guesses didn’t affect your punishment, but coming without permission will definitely get you into more trouble. You understand?”

After you had nodded, he returned the vibrating wand to your clit, filling you with all of that intensity all at once. As everything inside of you swelled, you tried to maintain what remained of your composure so that you could consider what he had just said, what you had agreed to. He was hinting at another level of punishment, which meant that he had thought of doing more than just overstimulating your clitoral hood. He wanted to do more than use your wand against you.

But could you handle that? If you went to that next level, would you rise to the occasion, or would you fold pathetically? You couldn’t be certain, leading the intimidation to beating your curiosity, especially given how rattled you already were by the toy.

You squeezed your eyes shut when he began to wiggle the handle of the wand, prompting the head to rub against you so that you were feeling the intensity from all angles. He was making sure the head was reaching every inch of this area, bringing sensitivities into it all. This made your body twitch involuntarily a couple of times as you felt yourself on that invisible incline. You tilted your pelvis, taking the stimulations in deeper.

He moved the toy off of you and you let out a shaky sigh. But you weren’t without the vibrations for long. Before you had time to open your eyes, he was training the head of the wand to the area just beneath your navel. You couldn’t help squirming, unable to calm yourself down while you were feeling the vibrations down to your knees.

You steadily blinked your eyes open and found him carefully observing you. He was watching your building reactions with all of the interest that he would give a well-crafted TV show. He was keenly aware of what he was doing to you, and what he would need to do to get you to the state he desired.

“Can I say sorry?” You asked.

You had surprised him and the pressure from the vibrator eased off a little. “Because you want me to stop?”

“No.” You quickly said.

“Good.” He said with a smile and he pushed the toy into your skin again. Twirling the handle, he had the vibrator rolling side-to-side along the curve of the underside of your belly.

“‘Cause I am sorry, I wanna apologise for ignoring you.”

“It’s okay.” He told you. “I know you’re sorry, that’s why you’re letting me punish you. That’s why you’re gonna take it for me.”

Before you could say anything more, he was distracting you by moving the wand down. He soon had it back on your clit, at once redirecting your focus. Your chest swelled as the vibrations affected you on an immediate level.

He didn’t hold it still, letting you feel it all over your clit as he stroked you with it. He manipulated it in waves and the friction that this gave you had you craving more. You arched your back, very interested in gaining greater pressure.

You got invested in this feeling and you began to move your hips. You tried to match his rhythm as you sought to discover just how much he would let you get away with. He didn’t discourage your rocking and it felt so much better to be in motion.

Before you could get too settled into this, he was taking it away again. This time the vibrating head was going downwards, moving onto your inner-thigh to pulse against the muscle here. He kept it high on the leg, about an inch from your crotch, as if to hint at what the toy could be doing for you.

You continued to feel the tingling of your clitoris as the anticipation for more lingered. He rolled it up-and-down each of your thighs with you keeping your legs spread for him. Under different circumstances, this would have been a relaxing massage - but it did nothing to calm you down as you felt more blood pumping into your cunt.

You let more of your resolve crumble as he set the wand between your labia again. The desire was an ache inside of you and your hands were shaking. The wet noises from your cunt accompanied how he moved the wand, stroking it up-and-down between your folds, encouraging the sensitivities to spread even further. Your moisture was shared all over your cunt.

You loved how it felt when he moved the wand to its lowest point yet, letting it rest at your entrance. Your puffy lips parted, conforming to the bulb-shaped head. Your head slumped back, a choked sob coming from you as you indulged in this new sensation.

“You’re so fuckin’ sexy getting all worked up like this. You’re taking it like the perfect toy and it’s driving me a little crazy.” He said, giving you a burst of pride. “Keep taking it for me.”

“I will, Master.” You whispered.

You grinded yourself down harder on the toy, dazzled by how this accelerated the passion inside of you. You wondered if this would be enough to get you off, if he left it there long enough as your hips enthusiastically stuttered in the air. It was promising and you would happily explore more of how it felt.

You weren’t surprised when he left you wanting more, the wand taken away. You drew in a shaky breath, letting go of your frustration over not being allowed to access that next level of pleasure. You were still being kept from becoming complete.

You felt his arm wrap around you as he moved in closer. This was so that he could press the vibrator against the small of your back, which wasn’t enough to distract you from how wet you were.

Your eyes opened at the feeling of his breath warming your face. He was looking down at you,  very amused by your current state. You could feel how much you were blushing, unable to hide your neediness with him staring straight at you.

You gave an excited whimper as his lips met yours. You savoured the feeling of him so close, letting yourself get a little lost in his kisses. Your fingers burned to be running through his hair, to get to experience more of him.

You were ecstatic when his hips met yours and you expressed some of your neediness in your movements. You were happy to get to grind against him, lining your slit up with his covered cock. You didn’t spare a thought to getting into more trouble for spreading your cum on his shorts. Because you were hardly aware of the fabric, just concentrating on how good this felt to be almost going through the motions of fucking. His tongue gliding into your mouth felt like an invitation to carry on.

The wand’s vibrating head moved down lower, with him guiding it onto your butt. He followed the line of your asscrack with it, inviting you to feel the vibrations in a new way, from an angle you would have easily overlooked. All of this served to get you feeling even hotter, adding to the tension that would need to be worked out of your pussy.

He didn’t stop moving the wand until he was almost at your entrance. Less than an inch from the hole, in this hidden spot, he held it. You were soon whining against his mouth, teased by the enduring almost of this moment. It was almost in the right place and it was almost enough to take you higher.

“Does that feel good, kitten?” He asked, giving it a little wiggle without letting it get any closer to your cunt.

“Uh-huh.”

“I know it does. But you’re not about to come without permission, are you?” He asked. “You’re gonna be a good girl and keep taking it for me. ‘Cause I’m not done yet.” You whimpered in response to hearing that. “I’m really not.”

You had stopped trying to grind yourself on his cock, now you were wiggling back onto the vibrator, seeking to get more from it.

But before you could truly tap into this potential, he was taking it away. At the same time, he was peeling back from you, shifting his body weight away. You kept your eyes shut, trying to gather yourself amidst this feeling of so many frayed nerves.

He was startling you out of your daze when he brought the toy to one of your nipples. Your legs flinched and you briefly sobbed, your whole system given a start. He pressed it against the hardened peak and it was like a white hot poker right to the core of your being. Your throat clenched as you struggled to comprehend this intensity. 

“Kitten…” He whined, making those two syllables go on for much longer. “All these noises, you’re just…” He placed the vibrator on your other nipple. “I was gonna wait to fuck you, but you’re making it… I can’t wait.” You raised your head, daring to hope that he was about to put an end to this torture, that he was about to let you progress. “You are making it literally too hard.” He turned the vibrations off and took the wand away.

You opened your eyes to find he was in the middle of taking off his shorts and briefs. You took in the sight of his freed dick, looking forward to something new. Your eyes darted from his face to his cock and back again as you decided that you didn’t have a preference over what he did next, you were simply enthused by the prospect of him making another move.

He settled himself down again, sitting off to the side of your knee, instead of climbing on top of you. He wrapped his hand around his shaft, instead of laying a single finger upon you.

You watched him start to jerk himself off and you were feeling a little dumbfounded because it didn’t look like he was prepping himself for you. It looked like he was comfortable in his current position, oblivious to you as he settled into his ideal pace.

His breathing was coming in heavier as he looked up at you. “Do you see, babygirl? Do you see how ridiculously hard you’ve made me?”

“I do.” You responded in a small voice.

“You’re so sexy that you’ve disrupted my plan.” He said. “But we can adapt.” With his available hand, he picked up the vibrator again. He switched it back on. “You get to enjoy more of your vibe while you watch.”

“Watch?” You repeated unhappily.

“Yep.” He moved a little closer so that he could reach you with the toy. Its buzzing head was brought to your pubic mound, immediately creating a pressure that couldn’t be ignored. “You’re gonna ride that edge a little longer for me, okay? Not too much longer, don’t get so pouty. Just a fraction more edging, that way you’ll be nice and grateful when I get you off.” You bit into your bottom lip as you thought about how much gratitude you could show if he let you come right now. “I said don’t pout. Now, you don’t have to smile, but you do have to tell me that you’re still down for this and that you want to finish your punishment.”

You did your best to draw in a deep breath. “Please punish me more, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” Hearing him say this was just as soothing as having him caress your forehead - it was a little inspiration to keep at it.

He had the wand steady, pressing it right up against your pubic bone. You squirmed through the building sensitivities, feeling the threats to your resolve from every possible angle. It seemed like all of your body was attuned, a desperate harmony that cried out for the climax.

You couldn’t help moaning as those consistent vibrations kept you so weak, kept promising more. And you watched as he chased for his own serving of more. His hand kept at his dick, starting to draw wet sounds. As he worked, his hips moved, with him going deeper into his tempo. His eyes were darting all over your body, not wasting a single piece of inspiration.

The clenching of your inner-walls felt pathetic, even though you couldn’t help it. You were stuck with just recalling the feeling of that cock driving into you as deeply as you needed it. You watched the motions of his strokes, imagining how it would be to have your pussy stroking him instead. Before too long you were lifting your hips, rocking into the relentless wand. You weren’t trying to match his speed, but you craved movement, you needed to get some of this energy out.

“Fuck…” He moaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he got faster in his rhythm.

Your eyes locked onto his tip as you saw how it started to leak. You put more power into your hips, feeling yourself getting closer as you bought more into the fantasy of fucking, getting caught up in the sensations that typically came with it.

“I’m close.” He said. “Can I have your mouth? Please let me shoot into that pretty mouth.”

“Yes, Master.” Having him in your mouth was the next best thing to having him in your cunt. You were craving his taste.

He stopped caring about the vibrator and you didn’t lament losing its pulsations. He took his hand off of his dick as he came toward you, figuring out his next move.

“I’m not gonna untie your hands.” His voice had lost most of the earlier harshness.

“Okay.”

“But I’ll hold this hand.” He said, placing one of his hands in yours now that he was close enough. “And you give me three squeezes if you need to breathe.” You were nodding as he got into position over your face, placing his knees on either side of your head. “Or you can just give me a kick if it gets too much.”

You didn’t refuse any aspects of his advances, just opening your mouth as you loosely wrapped your fingers around his hand. With him so close to your face, you were given the scent of his pure lust, a hint at what was to come. You extended your tongue over your row of bottom teeth, watching as he shifted and secured his balance.

He angled his hips and brought the head of his cock down to your tongue. He was looking into your eyes as he moved his shaft down your tongue, your saliva mixing with the moisture that was already coating him. He moved for the warmth of your mouth and you obediently wrapped your lips around him.

You could feel how he was throbbing as he eased more of his length into you, his eyelids beginning to flutter. He didn’t go all the way in, not striving to overwhelm you straight away.

His hand held yours a little tighter as he pumped forward, then back again. He worked himself back-and-forth, your slicked lips rubbing him as he established the tempo that suited his needs. You stayed with him, all of his reactions adding to the arousal that dominated your experience.

He was soon using your mouth almost as quickly as he had been moving his hand. You kept your cheeks drawn in as he locked into his goal. You weren’t craving your own stimulations, that had faded from importance, his climax clearly more significant. The pleasure that you derived came from being used, came from being exactly what he needed right now.

“Fuck…” He moaned.

His available hand reached down, collecting some of your hair between his fingers. You were feeling the extra warmth in your mouth as his dick started to leak more consistently.

“Make me come and I’ll give you the next load in your pussy. We’ll come together, okay babygirl?”

You had to find a way to agree that wouldn’t require you to take him out of your mouth. You sucked your cheeks in more, willing to sacrifice your ability to breathe easily for the moment. You also lifted your tongue to press against the underside of his shaft as he kept at this pacing.

The wet insides of your parted thighs twitched as you felt the burning desire to watch him fall apart. You could tell that he was getting close to losing himself when his hips unpredictably jutted forward a few times.

“Mmn, mmn…” His whining was getting louder as he grinded harder into your face. His eyes squeezed shut as his chest expanded and the hand holding your hair gripped tighter. Your world froze as you watched, desperate to see him move into that ecstasy.

He threw his head back as his body weight rocked forward. The cum surged into your mouth, heavy drops sliding straight down your tongue and into your throat. You kept your lips tensed around him as his half-coherent moans filled the room.

You began to move your tongue against him, making something of an effort to clean his dick. He let go of your hair, but his hand in yours squeezed. You massaged your tongue all over the shaft filling your mouth as he steadily caught his breath.

“That wasn’t how I planned it.” He said, withdrawing over your messy lips. “But you just…” He moved off of you, putting his butt on the mattress. “With every noise that you were making, it had me questioning why I was working so hard to keep control, ‘til I got tired of not having an answer.”

You had thoroughly licked your lips, but you could feel how wet the immediate area around your mouth still was. You turned your head, bringing your face to your elevated arm. You used your bicep to wipe off the lower half of your face, rubbing back-and-forth. When you were done, you saw a couple of streaks from your purple lipstick mixed in with the combination of spit and cum.

You didn’t hesitate to set your tongue to work cleaning this up. His cum was the beginning of your reward and you wanted to savour every bit of it. You heard his little excited gasp when he noticed what you were doing - all without being asked to do so, you were feeling very much like a good girl. You enjoyed having his taste coat your tongue for a while longer.

“Should we revise what you learned earlier?” He asked.

It took you a moment to realise what he was hinting at. “Good girls come with permission.”

“Uh-huh, and are you ready for your permission?” He asked, moving closer.

“Yes, Daddy.” You said, your breath coming in faster as he climbed on top of you, this time placing his body over yours. “Yes, Daddy.”

He kissed you, undeterred by the taste of his own cum. The time spent without the vibrator hadn’t seen any dulling of your desires. Just because you’d had the chance to catch your breath didn’t mean you were any less turned on than you had been when he was in the middle of punishing you. All of those sensitivities lingered, just waiting to be rediscovered by him.

You remained so close to that edge, exactly where he wanted you. Your whimper was muffled by his lips when the head of his hard shaft began to spread your swollen pussy open.

So much of your body was attuned to his movements that you were feeling it beyond your cunt when he moved in deeper. It seemed like every fibre of your being had been awaiting this penetration.

“You look so good like this.” He said in a husky whisper as he started to rock his hips into yours.

“You think that I look good takin’ that dick?” You sought to clarify. “I’m glad.”

“That goes without saying, babygirl. I meant how pretty you look with your makeup all ruined and running.” He said as his eyes moved across the features of your face. “You looked hot all made up at the start of the night, you always paint yourself to perfection. But there’s somethin’ about how you look right now- unf, it’s doing things to me.

“Your lipstick is absolutely destroyed. All that pretty shadow under your eyes is streaky, so much is smeared. And it’s beautiful. And it’s the perfect representation of how much I’ve corrupted you. I can see through the facade, I can see how much you’ve let me ruin you.” He said. “And it’s so sexy, it’s so…”

You wrapped one of your legs around his waist, bringing him in closer as you tilted your pelvis. “Corrupt me more, I want more.”

He picked up speed, spending more time buried deep into your cunt. “I will, oh I fuckin’ will, I will, I will…”

He got faster again and it became difficult to think amidst all of the sensations that his persistent thrusting was stirring up. Your walls spasmed and clamped around him, with every collision feeling better than the one that preceded it.

You shut your eyes as your whole body felt full of tingles, pulsing in your desperate state. Your hands were shaking and it was consistently getting harder to hold back the overwhelming conclusion.

“Please.” You burst out, ready to give in to your monumental orgasm.

“Yes babygirl, yes.” He moaned, his stamina remaining as he finished you off with some more pounding. “Come for me, come.”

You cried out in relief, so glad to let it all go. As you were moving into your perfect moment, the clamping down of your cunt was enough to take him over his own edge. Buried deep inside of you, this new wave of cum was unleashed.

All that you could do was go limp, you were spent in every sense of the word.

“Oh my fucking God.” You gasped as you finally felt him loosening the rope around your wrists.

“How do you feel? Are you alright?” He asked, cradling your face in his hands.

You opened your eyes to find him looking you over with eyes full of concern and you wanted to get rid of that as quickly as possible. “Yeah, I’m fine, I’m- I’m alright.”

“Good girl.” He said, giving you a kiss on the forehead, reinforcing the fact that the scene was over. “You’ll let me know if there’s anything I can get you, yeah?”

“Mm-hm.”

He let out a deep sigh. “I think I need a cigarette after all of that.”

You drew your arms and legs up to your torso as you continued to work at catching your breath. You were still feeling overwhelmed, you didn’t know how to even begin coming down.

In the process of finding his pack of cigarettes and lighter, your inactivity had caught his attention. He walked back over to the bed. “Hey, how are you feelin’?”

“I- I’m alright.” Your mouth felt dry as you talked. “I just-... it can wait ‘til you come back from your smoke.”

He sat down beside you. “No, no waiting, tell me now.”

You couldn’t explain it but there was a shyness that you felt as you gradually lifted your eyes up to his face. “Can I have cuddles?”

“Fuck yes you can have cuddles.” He said as he quickly laid down with you. He scooted his body in closer and wrapped his arms around you. “Is this what you had in mind?”

“Yes, this is perfect. I like how safe I feel in your arms.”

He was gently stroking your hair back from your face, moving the strands to rest behind your ear. “That’s good because you are safe in my arms. You’re safe…” He kissed you on the cheek. “You’re valued…” He kissed your other cheek. “You’re respected…” He switched back to the other cheek, but this time his kiss was placed much closer to your lips. “You’re understood…” He mirrored another kiss. “And you are fucking adored.”

His next kiss went directly onto your lips. You shut your eyes, caressing his cheek as you enjoyed a subtle warmth blooming in your belly. You marvelled at how fast he could help you feel less unsettled in your own skin.

“And if you’re not feeling all of those things, then I’m not doing my job as your dom.” He said.

“It’s not that I don’t feel those things. It’s just such a big rush of emotions and the crash after the adrenaline- I guess it caught me off-guard. And the alcohol probably doesn’t help all of that.” You said.

“How much did you have?”

“Uh…” It felt like you were looking back further than just a few hours ago. “Three glasses of wine and some shots.”

His eyebrows raised. “Some shots?”

“I don’t remember specifics, Max was buying them.” You said. “But one that we had was called a purple nurple.”

“And was it nurple-y?” He teased.

“Um, it was purple.” You said. “Anyway, my point is that me getting discombobulated is not a failing on your part. Maybe I just need a little extra aftercare tonight.”

“Awesome. You know that I’m always down for aftercare, I’ll aftercare you into next week. As much fun as I have during our scenes, I wouldn’t rank that time above this.” He said as he traced his fingers up-and-down your spine. “I love getting to take care of you and nurturing you like this- it’s honestly so good for me too. I like the feeling of us restoring the balance.”

You didn’t doubt that he meant what he said, but you still sought another piece of validation. “You like it so much that you don’t mind me keeping you from a cigarette?”

“My pet is far more important than any cigarette.” He said.

“Because I’m cuter than a cigarette?”

This earned you a chuckle from him. “Yes. On the long, long list of things that you are cuter than, is cigarettes.” He gave you another kiss. “Was there another part of aftercare that you had in mind, or are you only about the cuddles?”

“Actually, can you do me a favour?” You asked, prompting him to immediately nod his head. “On my makeup table, it should be out with the other stuff- can you get the box for these lashes?” He started to sit up. “I’m desperate to take these off. It feels like butterflies have landed on my eyes.”

He walked over to the disorganised mess that was your makeup table. “Well they look very pretty and they didn’t move a single inch.”

“Yeah, ‘cause I made sure I glued that shit down properly.” You said. “Do I really look like the kind of chick that would go to a drag show with a wonky eyelash?”

“No, you do not.” He said, returning to the bed with two things in hand. He showed you the pack of face wipes. “I figured I could help you take the rest of the makeup off.”

You were pulling one of the false eyelashes off of your lid as you sat up. “Thanks, but I’m probably better off just having a shower ‘cause I’m gonna need coconut oil to get this eyeliner off, it’s the heavy-duty shit.”

“Should we shower? I’ll cuddle you in there too.”

The two of you went into the bathroom. While he was getting the shower water to the perfect temperature, you stepped up to the mirror to inspect the makeup he was so taken by. Immediately you were laughing at what you saw. You were such a mess, it appeared that you had been partying for days, or that you had started trying to wipe your makeup off, only to get bored and fall asleep not even halfway through the process.

You commented that you didn’t understand how he could call you beautiful in your current state, a fucking dumpster would look more put together than you. At that he had rushed to your side, kissing you on the cheek before launching into an explanation of how your natural sexiness shone through. It seemed that he had an endless amount of sweet words to tell you, ready to counter all of your self-deprecating statements.

He was still talking when you stepped into the shower with him. Under the pleasantly warm stream of water, he took the lead in removing your makeup. You held the jar of coconut oil and he dipped a portion of the washcloth in, tenderly wiping this across your face, one section at a time.

“Can I tell you about my night?” You asked.

“Are you kidding? I’ve been dying to get the full story. You sent me, like, two Snapchats when you first got to the club, then nothing.”

You did your best to keep everything in chronological order as you shared what you had experienced within the doors of Honcho. You told him about the best drag performances, sharing details of the outfits and repeating any funny comments you had made at the time. You described the friendly people you had met (becoming mutuals with a couple on Instagram) and you explained how you had been convinced to stay so late.

“I’m sorry, I just wanna make sure I heard you right…” He cut in. “Did you say Glue, this queen was named Glue, that’s the whole name?”

“Yeah, that’s right.” You said. “Do you not like it? I love it, it’s hilarious.”

“It’s not that I don’t like it. It’s just really random.”

“That’s what’s so great about it. So you wouldn’t go the silly route if you were picking a drag name?” You asked.

He shook his head. “Nuh-uh, I think my drag name would need to be something super slutty.”

“‘Cause you’d be-”

He started talking in the same second, your words somewhat synchronising. “Because I would be a slutty queen.”

“-a slutty queen.”

He smiled at that. “Ah-ha, so you’re familiar with my work?”

“Yeah, I’ve seen you on stage two or three times, I guess.” You joked.

You started trying to come up with the perfect name for his drag queen alter-ego, brainstorming aloud. You attempted to combine the word slut with common names and he joined in. You were both laughing as the practice seemingly became a competition to come up with the dumbest thing.

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[ksfoxwald]

Fire and Hemlock Part 3 Chapter 3

In which Polly comes home to Granny's.

Granny seems to be coming around to Tom, saying. "I'm ashamed, Polly. Your Mr. Lynn behaved better than my Reg," reinforcing our previous observation that the quartet is treating Polly the way adults ought to treat children and unlike the way Polly has been treated previously.

Polly can't remember which chapter of The Golden Bough she left off on, which is understandable if you've ever tried to read that book, because it has a lot of interesting stuff but it rambles so much. But the chapter titles that are dropped are all major clues. I should probably compile a list at some point. "The Hallowe'en Fires" and "Kings Killed at the End of a Fixed Term" stand out in particular.

Ann sends Polly a letter assuring her that Sam is okay, and this begins the quartet's involvement in the correspondence. It's a bit like Nowhere becomes a piece of music that they all play together; it started out as a duet, but now other instruments are coming in.

I love the part about how embarrassing it is for Polly to go back to school after saying goodbye to everyone. It's just so real.

Nina continues to be a queer icon, showing up to school in "a shiny golden hat and purple spangled tights" (I'm picturing a top hat for some reason) along with "new glamorous glasses" and false eyelashes.

Polly finds it strange that one of the excised memories is of Nina dying her hair disastrously red and then her mother making her cut it all off. It might just be something that got taken away in the general Nina removal. But hair has been another recurring note here, Polly at first wishing for short hair, then demanding it be kept long, along with the way hair ties into gender and her Hero identity. It's never explicitly stated if Hero has short hair or hides her long hair or what.

Polly's class takes a trip to the Cotswolds, and I'm not British so I have no idea how common of an experience that is. Or even what the Cotswolds are, for that matter. But that's where Stow-on-the-Water is, and Fiona, Nina, and Polly all end up in Thomas Piper Hardware, where Nina flirts shamelessly with Leslie.

"We're three mystery women," Polly tells him, invoking their likeness to the Three Fates.

We finally see Thomas Piper, too, and can for sure confirm that he is not Tom. I still don't quite get what his deal is. He's - sorry I've been shameless about spoilers this whole time - Tom's brother, who had also previously escaped Laurel's clutches. Is he living under a false name to hide from her? Or did Tom's magic force him into that position?

Thomas Piper is not happy to see the girls flirting with Leslie.

"I know your kind! I'm not having girls like you in my shop!" "We were just talking." "There's talk and talk, isn't there?" Mr. Piper said nastily. "Out!"

This is another "old enough to be sexualized, not old enough to be taken seriously" moment. "Your kind" though clearly equates them with Laurel, and while we've dealt with misogyny plenty in this book, this is the first time we've seen this particular flavor. I might have to chew on this exchange a bit more, particularly when we learn more about Thomas Piper.

He throws them out before they can agree on a time to meet Leslie, but Nina does a trick very similar to how Polly deals with the Leroys by looking at her watch and saying loudly "Half past twelve - lunchtime!" despite the actual time being almost three. Polly and Nina really do mirror each other a lot.

[zariyahpierce10]

Must-Have Accessories for Every Beauty Enthusiast

In the ever-evolving world of beauty and self-care, eyelash enhancements have become a staple in many routines. Whether you're a makeup artist, lash technician, or simply someone who loves the dramatic flair of voluminous lashes, knowing the right tools and accessories can make a world of difference. From extensions and adhesives to care tools, lash accessories are revolutionizing how we achieve flawless eye looks every day.

Why Lash Accessories Matter More Than Ever

With beauty trends leaning heavily toward semi-permanent makeup and low-maintenance glam, lash accessories have taken center stage. These tools are not just add-ons — they’re essential components that help in application, protection, maintenance, and hygiene. Proper lash care ensures longer retention, healthier natural lashes, and a more polished appearance.

Tools That Make Lash Application a Breeze

A flawless set of lashes starts with precise application. To achieve this, you need the right tools at your disposal. Here are a few must-have lash tools every enthusiast should consider:

Lash Tweezers: Fine-tipped and curved for precision, lash tweezers allow accurate placement of individual lashes. They are vital for both isolation and application.

Lash Glue and Applicator: The quality of your adhesive is just as important as your lashes. A strong, long-lasting, and safe adhesive can make or break the outcome.

Lash Tape and Eye Pads: These help in securing the lower lashes and lifting the eyelid gently for better access to the lash line during application.

These tools streamline the lash process, reduce the risk of mistakes, and ensure better comfort for clients or personal users.

The Importance of Aftercare Accessories

Lash extensions and false lashes need to be taken care of properly to retain their charm. This is where aftercare accessories come into play. Cleaning, brushing, and storing lashes correctly are crucial steps that many tend to overlook.

Lash Brushes or Spoolies: Used for daily grooming, these brushes keep your extensions in shape and prevent them from tangling.

Lash Cleansers: Gentle, oil-free cleansers help remove debris and buildup without damaging the adhesive or your natural lashes.

Storage Cases: Keeping lashes in a clean, dry, and dust-free case extends their usability and maintains hygiene.

Hygiene is Non-Negotiable: Cleaning Tools You Need

No lash routine is complete without focusing on cleanliness. Dirty tools or lashes can lead to eye irritation, infections, or poor retention. That’s where the eyelash cleaning brush comes in — a compact, specially designed tool used to cleanse the lash line gently and effectively.

This tool ensures:

Removal of oil, dirt, and makeup residues.

Prevention of lash mites and infections.

Better bonding of extensions to natural lashes due to a clean surface.

Using this brush with a gentle lash shampoo daily or after makeup removal is a simple habit that pays off in lash health and comfort.

Trends in Lash Accessories: What's Hot Right Now

The lash industry continues to innovate. Today’s beauty market is full of products designed not just for professionals but also for at-home lash lovers. Here are some trending lash accessories that are catching attention:

Magnetic Lashes with Applicators: These eliminate the need for glue, using tiny magnets and special applicators for quick fixes.

Heated Lash Curlers: Unlike traditional curlers, these provide a more gentle and lasting curl for both natural and synthetic lashes.

LED Lash Mirrors: These magnified mirrors with built-in lights help users apply lashes with precision and clarity.

These trending tools combine convenience with function, enabling users to maintain salon-level results from the comfort of their homes.

Common Mistakes and How the Right Accessories Can Help

Many lash mishaps stem from the lack of proper accessories. For instance:

Falling lashes? You might need a better adhesive or to clean your lashes more regularly.

Uneven application? The right tweezer grip or magnifying mirror could solve that.

Eye irritation? Consider switching to hypoallergenic glue and use a cleaning brush consistently.

By simply upgrading your toolset, many of these issues can be eliminated or greatly reduced.

Final Thoughts: Invest in the Right Tools for Lasting Glam

The growing popularity of lash enhancements has made lash accessories an indispensable part of beauty routines. From tools that perfect your lash application to brushes that maintain lash hygiene, each item plays a unique and valuable role. Whether you're a seasoned artist or someone trying out lashes for the first time, having the right accessories ensures better results, less frustration, and more confidence.

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Maybelline Rimel: The Ultimate Guide to Flawless Lashes

When it comes to achieving bold, voluminous, and long-lasting lashes, Maybelline Rimel (mascara) has been a trusted name in the beauty industry for decades. Whether you're looking for dramatic length, intense volume, or a natural everyday look, Maybelline Rimel offers a wide range of options to suit every lash need. In this comprehensive guide, we’ll explore the best Maybelline Rimel products, application tips, and why this brand continues to be a favorite among makeup enthusiasts worldwide.

Why Choose Maybelline Rimel?

Maybelline Rimel stands out for its high-quality formulas, affordability, and innovative brush designs. The brand consistently delivers mascaras that cater to different lash types and preferences. Here’s why beauty lovers swear by Maybelline Rimel:

Diverse Range of Formulas – From waterproof to washable, volumizing to lengthening, Maybelline Rimel has a mascara for every occasion.

Innovative Wand Designs – The brand’s unique brush shapes help lift, curl, and separate lashes effortlessly.

Affordable Luxury – Unlike high-end mascaras, Maybelline Rimel offers salon-quality results at a drugstore price.

Long-Lasting Wear – Many Maybelline Rimel products are smudge-proof and flake-resistant, ensuring all-day wear.

Best Maybelline Rimel Products You Need to Try

With so many options available, choosing the right Maybelline Rimel can be overwhelming. Here are some of the top-rated mascaras from the brand:

1. Maybelline Lash Sensational Sky High Mascara

This cult-favorite Maybelline Rimel is known for its sky-high lengthening effect. The flexible brush coats every lash from root to tip, delivering a fanned-out, fluttery look without clumping.

2. Maybelline The Falsies Lash Lift Mascara

If you want dramatic volume and a lifted effect, this Maybelline Rimel is a must-try. The curved brush helps lift lashes while the formula adds intense black pigment for a false lash effect.

3. Maybelline Great Lash Mascara

A classic since the 1970s, this iconic pink-and-green Maybelline Rimel provides a natural, clump-free finish. It’s perfect for everyday wear and sensitive eyes.

4. Maybelline Volum’ Express The Colossal Mascara

For bold, voluminous lashes, this Maybelline Rimel features a mega brush that plumps up lashes instantly. The collagen-infused formula adds thickness and drama.

5. Maybelline Snapscara Washable Mascara

This Maybelline Rimel is ideal for those who prefer an easy-to-remove formula without sacrificing staying power. It delivers rich color and a lightweight feel.

How to Apply Maybelline Rimel Like a Pro

Even the best mascara won’t perform miracles if not applied correctly. Follow these expert tips to get the most out of your Maybelline Rimel:

Curl Your Lashes First – Use an eyelash curler before applying Maybelline Rimel for an instant eye-opening effect.

Wiggle the Wand at the Base – Start at the roots and wiggle the brush upward to ensure even coverage.

Layer for Intensity – Apply 2-3 coats of Maybelline Rimel, allowing each layer to dry slightly before adding the next.

Use the Tip for Lower Lashes – The pointed end of the wand helps precisely coat tiny lower lashes without smudging.

Avoid Pumping the Wand – This can introduce air into the tube, causing the mascara to dry out faster.

Common Maybelline Rimel Mistakes to Avoid

Even seasoned makeup users make mistakes with mascara application. Here’s what to watch out for when using Maybelline Rimel:

Skipping Primer – If you have sparse lashes, a lash primer can enhance the effect of Maybelline Rimel.

Using Expired Mascara – Mascara should be replaced every 3-6 months to avoid eye infections.

Applying Too Many Coats – Overloading lashes can lead to clumping and spider-like lashes.

Ignoring Waterproof Formulas – If you have oily eyelids or plan to wear Maybelline Rimel all day, waterproof versions prevent smudging.

Maybelline Rimel vs. High-End Mascaras: Is It Worth the Hype?

Many beauty enthusiasts wonder if drugstore mascaras like Maybelline Rimel can compete with luxury brands. The answer? Absolutely!

Performance – Many Maybelline Rimel mascaras outperform high-end options in terms of length, volume, and longevity.

Price – With Maybelline Rimel, you get premium quality without the hefty price tag.

Accessibility – Available in most drugstores and online, Maybelline Rimel is easy to repurchase when needed.

Final Thoughts: Why Maybelline Rimel Should Be in Your Makeup Bag

Whether you're a makeup beginner or a beauty guru, Maybelline Rimel offers reliable, high-performance mascaras that deliver stunning results. With a variety of formulas and brush styles, there’s a perfect Maybelline Rimel for everyone.

Have you tried any of these Maybelline Rimel mascaras? Share your favorite in the comments!

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The Luxurious Allure of Cashmere Lashes: A Complete Guide

Discover the elegance of cashmere lashes, the ultimate in lash luxury. Learn what sets them apart, how to apply them, and why they’re a must-have for flawless beauty.

What Are Cashmere Lashes?

Cashmere lashes are a premium type of false eyelashes known for their ultra-soft, lightweight, and feathery texture. Unlike synthetic lashes, which can feel stiff and unnatural, cashmere lashes mimic the delicate touch of real cashmere fabric—hence the name. They are crafted from high-quality synthetic fibers or sometimes even real hair, designed to blend seamlessly with natural lashes for a glamorous yet effortless look.

These lashes are favored by makeup artists and beauty enthusiasts for their ability to add volume without looking overly dramatic. The fibers are finely tapered, creating a wispy, fluttery effect that enhances the eyes without weighing them down.

Why Choose Cashmere Lashes Over Other Types?

Unmatched Softness

The defining feature of cashmere lashes is their incredible softness. While traditional false lashes can feel rough or itchy, cashmere lashes provide a cloud-like comfort that feels almost weightless.

Natural Yet Glamorous Look

Unlike overly dense strip lashes, cashmere lashes offer a balanced blend of volume and subtlety. They enhance the eyes without appearing overly fake, making them perfect for both daytime and evening wear.

Lightweight & Flexible Band

The lash band on cashmere lashes is typically thin and flexible, allowing for an easier, more comfortable application. This also means they conform better to the natural curve of the eyelid.

Reusable & Durable

High-quality cashmere lashes can be worn multiple times with proper care. Their delicate fibers hold their shape well, making them a worthwhile investment for lash lovers.

How to Apply Cashmere Lashes Like a Pro

Applying cashmere lashes requires a gentle touch to maintain their delicate structure. Follow these steps for a flawless finish:

Measure & Trim

Hold the lash strip against your eyelid to check the length. Trim any excess from the outer edge if needed.

Apply Lash Glue

Use a high-quality, latex-free lash adhesive. Apply a thin layer along the band and wait 20-30 seconds until the glue becomes tacky.

Place with Tweezers

Using tweezers or a lash applicator, gently press the cashmere lashes as close to your natural lash line as possible.

Blend with Mascara (Optional)

For a seamless look, lightly coat your natural lashes and the cashmere lashes with mascara to blend them together.

How to Care for Your Cashmere Lashes

To extend the life of your cashmere lashes, follow these care tips:

Remove Gently – Peel them off slowly, starting from the outer corner.

Clean After Use – Use a mild makeup remover to wipe away glue and mascara residue.

Store Properly – Keep them in their original case to maintain their shape.

Final Thoughts: Are Cashmere Lashes Worth It?

If you love the look of full, fluttery lashes without the heaviness of traditional falsies, cashmere lashes are an excellent choice. Their ultra-soft texture, natural appeal, and comfortable wear make them a standout option in the world of false eyelashes. Whether you're a beginner or a lash expert, cashmere lashes offer a touch of luxury that elevates any makeup look.

Have you tried cashmere lashes yet? Share your experience in the comments!

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How Very Strange.

Psst! Read me!!

This fic includes the following: Gore, Mentions of Suicide, Hallucinations, Bad Coping Mechanisms, Aemarr is his own warning, Mentions/Allusions of Insanity, Aemarr is a Freak, Derealization, Dissociation, Dissociative Fugue, an Unreliable Narrator(Aemarr), Prosopagnosia and Phonagnosia, War, Religious Trauma, Allusions to Sex, Eventual Smut, Hearing Voices, Cousin Incest, Canon Typical Targaryens, Vaemond, Death Mentions of Bastardy, Aemarr takes after his Father(unfortunately), and General Mad Behavior and Thoughts.

If any of these make you uncomfortable or trigger you, please do not read! You are responsible for the media you consume. Also please note that I do not support any of the above listed and that the Desired Reailty that Daemarr is based on is not canon complaint; I am simply writing this for fun and in the view of what Aemarr would be like as an actual character within the books, please enjoy.

Aemarr's behavior is meant to make the reader uncomfortable, you're not supposed to like him.

(Middle image in title card by couisszz on Twitter)

Rhaenyra = King/Mother

Daemon = Rook/Father

Rhaenys = Queen

Corlys = Bishop 1

Jacaerys = Knight 1

Lucerys = Pawn 1

Joffrey = Pawn 2

Baela = Bishop 2

Rhaena = Pawn 3

Aegon III = Pawn 4

Viserys II = Pawn 5

Blood dripped slowly onto his head, drop by drop, in an agonizing pattern. He was staring at the ground, at a body of some Targaryen with a hole in the head.

Silver-gold hair sprawled out on the dirt at his feet.

He felt nothing as he watched a green banner with a golden three-headed dragon insignia slowly drape over the corpse.

Slowly looking up he saw another body not far, snow-silver hair also sprawled across the dirt. Arrows littering the body.

The two corpses were reaching for one another.

He slowly looked to the sky and closed his eyes, bracing for the familiar feeling of a maw closing around him.

Aemarr woke with a sharp gasp, back in his bed on Dragonstone. He was sitting bolt upright, sweating and clenching the duvet tightly.

Tears spilling from his eyes, wetting his eyelashes.

"Burn! Burn! Burn!"

"Daeron!"

"When did we get back home?"

"Burn them all!"

"Dragon!!"

He panted, staring at the dying hearth across from his bed, listening to the whispers.

He exhaled slowly and look at the curtains, seeing it was still dark. Was this the night Viserys dies?

He grunted softly and removed himself from his bed, wrapping his robe around his frame before exiting his chambers.

He strode through Dragonstone, hyperaware of every breath he took, the fact that he could see it. 'Cold,' Valyrian fell from his tongue like second nature.

Hands grasped his shoulders and held him close, phantom kisses pressed to the column of his throat and he could faintly hear moans over the screams.

Winter was Coming too soon.

How very strange.

He found himself in the hidden away Sept on Dragonstone, staring up at the Seven statues.

Aemarr didn't worship the Seven. No, he worshiped the Fourteen Flames.

Still.

He sighed and strode towards the statue of the Mother, kneeling on the dusty pillow. He clasped his hands together.

"Mother above, I have not spoke to you in a long time; however I must ask too much of you. Protect Daeron Targaryen from the schemes of the War to Come, and my life will be yours. I ask, in...Hesitant faith that you instead guide any judgment that the Father may bring upon him, upon me instead."

Aemarr sighed and got up.

What was he doing?

Talking to false Gods for his obsession.

He strode out the Sept, this time aiming for the gates.

He stared at his reflection in the ocean water.

When had he gotten outside, let alone to the beach?

Another sigh he looked towards the horizon, dropping his robe and wrapping his arms around himself, slowly stepping into the sea and going out until the water was at his shoulders.

Caraxes' waves lapped at his skin. It was a nice feeling. He took a breath and went under. Laying down on the ocean shallows floor, his arms still wrapped around himself as he opened his eyes.

The saltwater burned hut he didn't really care, he had felt worse getting his back tattooed.

He stared at the sky from under the water, wondering how somebody could die on a night like this.

How very strange.

His eyes slowly closed.

One moment he was surrounded by peaceful waters the next he was drowning in blood.

His eyes snapped back opened and he screamed under the water, shooting up.

He gasped, hugging himself tighter as water dripped from his mouth, staring at the waters surface as the waves almost mocked him.

What.

What.

What.

What.

What?!

He slowly brought one hand to clasp his face before letting out a gut wrenching scream, his eyes closing tightly as he screamed..

"Pain?!"

"Why do we hurt?!"

"Fire!"

"Get out the water!"

Painpainpainpainpainpainpain!

Aemarr stumbled back, losing his footing and falling back underwater he screamed again.

Aemarr's eyes snapped open to reality. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, sitting up. He was back in his chambers? How did that happen?

He lifted a lock of his hair; it was wet and smelled like sea water.

Oh.

He had another episode, fit; whatever the Maester's called it.

He wondered who brought him back to his bed...And dressed him at that.

He sighed and removed himself from his bed, naked. Oh, he had not been dresses. He did not care; throwing on his damp robe again, moving to the door.

He hesitated, rearing a bellowing roar. Meleys.

Ah, so it had begun, War was on Dragonstone's doorstep...

Aemarr came back to himself in the War Room, seated while everyone else was standing, dressed in blue, and in trousers instead of a gown, with the Arryn sigil on his shoulder.

He drummed his painted nails on his cheek, unlistening to the Rook talk, staring at Lucerys and Jacaerys, unable to stop himself.

His head whipped to Father as he heard Viserion mentioned, anger bristling at his hands. Viserion was no tool, Viserion was Aemarr's most loyal.

"Kepa-" Aemarr began, being cut off by muffled talk and a finger shoved into his face.

He groaned and sat back, his eyes narrowed in annoyance.

He did not want to be in this stupid War. He did not want to die yet he must Obey; at least he would be the one going to the Vale.

He ignored everything, mounting Viserion and strapping himself in.

Freedom at last.

Viserion flew towards the mainland, not towards the Vale, but towards the Reach instead.

Fuck.

Viserion landed and slid across the ground of the Reach, his massive wings spread, catching the wind to slow him down before slamming his wings down, forcing a few leafs from trees near by and the farmers outside Highgardnen to jump from their skin.

Aemarr did not care as he dismounted, seeing a brilliant blue and copper Dragon already there, walking past the smaller Dragon, he swiped his gloved hand under it's chin, scratching gently; earning a soft coo.

He strode into Highgarden, immediately seeing Daeron already standing there and a woman he did not care about, assuming she was the Lady Tyrell.

"The Pride and Joy of the Sinners: in my hall?"

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The Top 5 Colorbar Mascaras We Absolutely Love!

 

Long, fluttery eyelashes are something we all dream of, but achieving them can be a task. False lashes and eyelash extensions are common solutions we all opt for in search of luscious lashes. Yet we often forget the most simple and quick fix that lies right in front of us. Mascaras.

When you want to make your lashes look thick? Opt for volumising mascaras. Want something that won’t budge even during your pool party? Go for waterproof ones. Want to add some color to your eyes? Then colored mascaras are what you need. And the best part? You don’t even need to leave your home, just a few clicks on the Colorbar website and you’re sorted!

We have everything you need: waterproof, color pop, and volume up! You name it, we have it. Here’s a peek into the 5 Colorbar mascaras we absolutely love!

1.  Lash Illusion Duo Mascara

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A dream come true for anyone who wants both volume and length, this dual-ended mascara gives you the best of both worlds. One side is designed for dramatic volume, while the other focuses on precision lengthening, allowing you to layer your lashes exactly how you want.

It’s perfect for day-to-night transitions.

Use the lengthening end for a natural look at work, and switch to the volumising side for an evening party. Since it's lightweight, smudge-proof, and comes with an affordable mascara price tag, this Lash Illusion Duo Mascara earns itself the most-deserved spot in your makeup kit.

Best Features:

Dual-ended wand for customisable looks

Smooth, clump-free application

Long-lasting formula that stays put

2.  Ultimate Illusion Volumizing Mascara

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For those who love bold, full lashes without the fuss of falsies, meet the Ultimate Illusion Volumising Mascara. As the name suggests, it’s all about creating that illusion of extra-thick lashes in just one stroke.

The rich, creamy texture glides on effortlessly and builds volume without flaking. It’s the ultimate volumising mascara for party nights and wedding ceremonies. The best part? It’s ophthalmologist-tested and safe for sensitive eyes, making it one of the best mascaras in India for everyday wear.

Best Features:

Intense volume with just one coat

Feather-soft feel, no stiffness

Suitable for sensitive eyes

3.  Magic Glide Lengthening Mascara

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If you’re on the hunt for long, fluttery lashes that look natural yet striking, this one’s for you. The Magic Glide Lengthening Mascara has a unique brush that separates each lash while coating it evenly for a lengthened, defined look.

Its formula is lightweight, making it the perfect pick for daily use. Plus? It delivers salon-like definition without clumping or smudging.

Best Features:

Ultra-lengthening effect

Sleek wand for precision

Easy to remove, gentle on lashes

4.  Starlight Wand Color Mascara

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Tired of black? Add a little dazzle to your lash game with the Starlight Wand Color Mascara. Available in statement-making shades, this mascara adds that extra sparkle to your eyes; perfect for festivals, date nights, or whenever you’re feeling adventurous.

The smooth application and quick-drying formula make this a fun addition to your makeup collection. And don’t worry, it stays on without smudging through the day.

Best Features:

Available in bold, expressive shades

Smooth finish with minimal transfer

Smooth, buildable texture

5.  Zoom And Whoosh Mascara

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Looking for a waterproof mascara that gives you drama without the mess? The Zoom and Whoosh Mascara is the one for you. Its buildable formula allows you to go from soft definition to bold lashes in a flash.

Plus, it’s resistant to water, humidity, and sweat, making it a must-have for summer days and monsoon weddings. From early morning meetings to late-night hangouts, this one stays with you through it all.

Best Features:

Buildable intensity with water-resistant formula

No flaking or smudging

Ideal for all-day wear

Final Thoughts

No matter your lash goals, be it volume, length, color, or long-lasting wear, Colorbar has you covered. With options ranging from everyday essentials to bold statement-makers, these mascaras are designed to suit every mood and moment. So, why wait? Browse, pick, shop, enjoy! Your dream lash game is just a few clicks away with us.

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Although Prada the fashion brand has been around since 1913, the storied Italian label launched its debut beauty line in the U.S. just last year. Since then, Prada Beauty’s reusable lipsticks, silver-packaged cleanser, and triangular eye shadow palettes have been the talk of the town. For the first time in the brand’s history, Prada Beauty also released a new mascara in March. How does it stack up against the rest of the makeup and skincare line? Four W editors find out:Che Baez, Visuals EditorAre you a big mascara person?I’m a makeup novice, so not really. But of all the different kinds of makeup out there, mascara actually tends to be the type I avoid the most. There’s always fallout, washing it off is a nightmare, and I always regret using it. I hate having to check myself in a pocket mirror 15 times a day to make sure there’s no black refuse on my eyelids or under the eyes. Had you heard about Prada launching a mascara (perhaps from Sabrina Carpenter’s teaser ad)?I had not. But the Prada makeup product I hear most about is the Hydrating Lip Balm, which I’ve yet to try. I tend to shy away from makeup by designer brands because I can never differentiate the products that are worth purchasing or skipping.What did you think of the Prada mascara?When I first used this product, I was surprised by the brush—it’s more of a silicone, no-bristle wand, which I’d never encountered. It was actually better for my lashes because I could get closer to the root, which meant more volume, and it didn’t feel as harsh on such a delicate area of the face. I didn’t notice any mascara getting on my eyelids, which is normally a pain point. I applied one coat of mascara the first time I used it, then gradually moved to two and three coats to build the doll-like eye look that I prefer (think: Diana Ross). I noticed that, after doing some weekend errands, there was a bit of fallout under my eyes—not as much as with other mascaras, but I did have to check myself in a mirror a couple of times throughout the day. This mascara made my eyelashes look like I had a false lash on, which was impressive. I didn’t notice any intense clumping, which was also a huge plus. The removal was easy-peasy: I used a facial towel and warm water, and all was gone within a minute. I was absolutely elated to discover I could wear this mascara without dreading removal at the end of the day.Would you use this product again?I would definitely use this mascara again. I was impressed with how easy removal was, and although there was a learning curve, I love the avant-garde brush—it’s a game-changer. Prada’s product claims to help lengthen and strengthen the eyelashes with hyaluronic acid, so I’m interested to see the effects after using it for a couple of months. Claire Valentine, Culture EditorDo you use mascara regularly?Yes. I have very long lashes, but they’re blonde, so unless I have time to dye them at home (a surprisingly quick and easy 10-minute process, by the way), I usually add at least a few swipes of mascara to feel more put together if I’m going out.What was it like to use the Prada mascara for the first time?I was also surprised by the shape and style of the wand; I had a hard time with it at first. The makeup itself is super creamy, the color super black, and once I got the hang of the wand, I did find the mascara to be lengthening and dramatic. It didn’t clump, but there was fallout under my eyes after a few hours of wear, probably because the version I tried wasn’t waterproof.What did you think of the product?For me, this is definitely not a daily-use mascara. The wand requires a fair amount of precision, and the richness of the product lends itself easily to running. It definitely created some lash drama and height, though, so maybe it’s for a big night out—if it comes in a waterproof option!Carolyn Twersky, Staff WriterIs mascara a big part of your beauty routine?My beauty routine is pretty simple, but yes, mascara is definitely a part of it. I often don’t feel “made up” without a little lash. What do you look for in a mascara?Of course, I want something that makes my lashes look long and dramatic, that doesn’t clump too much, and that won’t smudge throughout the day. My biggest mascara pet peeve is when I sneak a peek in a mirror and notice black smudges under my eyes. Usually, when that happens, I immediately ditch the brand. There are too many options out there to waste time on messy mascara. How was the Prada mascara?When I opened up the tube, I was surprised by the applicator. I have used many different mascaras over the years, but I’d never seen one like this. The bristles are only on half the wand, so you have to make sure you’re holding it at the right angle to apply the product. (The shape does allow you to get those often hard-to-reach lashes at the edge.) I was pleased with the finished product once I’d finished doing my makeup. But unfortunately, throughout the day, there was a fair amount of fallout from the mascara, and the product ended up smudging underneath my eyes.Would you use it again?As I said, there are so many mascaras out there. If one doesn’t work for me, I’m not going to waste time on it. Because of the fallout from this product, I don’t see myself reaching for it again.Maryam Lieberman, Contributing Beauty EditorAre you a regular mascara user?I use mascara primarily for my evening looks. I have thick lashes, so during the day, I tend to keep things subtle to avoid looking too dramatic. I prefer mascaras that offer length and volume, or those one-and-done versions that don’t require layering. When I put effort into a makeup look, I want the mascara to overperform—I don’t want dainty and buildable.How was the Prada mascara?The actual mascara wand was unconventional, however it went on nicely. Was it a one-and-done type of mascara? No, but it did a nice job separating and lengthening the lashes. It’s more of a buildable formula, in my opinion. It never clumped, which made me happy—one less thing to deal with when applying mascara.Would you use it again?I would use it again if a makeup artist was using it on me. Would I purchase this? Probably not, just because it was not suited to my lashes. But that doesn’t mean someone else wouldn’t fall in love with the product. Mascara is unique for everyone based on their lash composition and desired eye look. This just didn’t stand up to the Mount Olympus of mascaras I test out. That said, Prada still makes my favorite winter coats, seasons after season. Source link

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Although Prada the fashion brand has been around since 1913, the storied Italian label launched its debut beauty line in the U.S. just last year. Since then, Prada Beauty’s reusable lipsticks, silver-packaged cleanser, and triangular eye shadow palettes have been the talk of the town. For the first time in the brand’s history, Prada Beauty also released a new mascara in March. How does it stack up against the rest of the makeup and skincare line? Four W editors find out:Che Baez, Visuals EditorAre you a big mascara person?I’m a makeup novice, so not really. But of all the different kinds of makeup out there, mascara actually tends to be the type I avoid the most. There’s always fallout, washing it off is a nightmare, and I always regret using it. I hate having to check myself in a pocket mirror 15 times a day to make sure there’s no black refuse on my eyelids or under the eyes. Had you heard about Prada launching a mascara (perhaps from Sabrina Carpenter’s teaser ad)?I had not. But the Prada makeup product I hear most about is the Hydrating Lip Balm, which I’ve yet to try. I tend to shy away from makeup by designer brands because I can never differentiate the products that are worth purchasing or skipping.What did you think of the Prada mascara?When I first used this product, I was surprised by the brush—it’s more of a silicone, no-bristle wand, which I’d never encountered. It was actually better for my lashes because I could get closer to the root, which meant more volume, and it didn’t feel as harsh on such a delicate area of the face. I didn’t notice any mascara getting on my eyelids, which is normally a pain point. I applied one coat of mascara the first time I used it, then gradually moved to two and three coats to build the doll-like eye look that I prefer (think: Diana Ross). I noticed that, after doing some weekend errands, there was a bit of fallout under my eyes—not as much as with other mascaras, but I did have to check myself in a mirror a couple of times throughout the day. This mascara made my eyelashes look like I had a false lash on, which was impressive. I didn’t notice any intense clumping, which was also a huge plus. The removal was easy-peasy: I used a facial towel and warm water, and all was gone within a minute. I was absolutely elated to discover I could wear this mascara without dreading removal at the end of the day.Would you use this product again?I would definitely use this mascara again. I was impressed with how easy removal was, and although there was a learning curve, I love the avant-garde brush—it’s a game-changer. Prada’s product claims to help lengthen and strengthen the eyelashes with hyaluronic acid, so I’m interested to see the effects after using it for a couple of months. Claire Valentine, Culture EditorDo you use mascara regularly?Yes. I have very long lashes, but they’re blonde, so unless I have time to dye them at home (a surprisingly quick and easy 10-minute process, by the way), I usually add at least a few swipes of mascara to feel more put together if I’m going out.What was it like to use the Prada mascara for the first time?I was also surprised by the shape and style of the wand; I had a hard time with it at first. The makeup itself is super creamy, the color super black, and once I got the hang of the wand, I did find the mascara to be lengthening and dramatic. It didn’t clump, but there was fallout under my eyes after a few hours of wear, probably because the version I tried wasn’t waterproof.What did you think of the product?For me, this is definitely not a daily-use mascara. The wand requires a fair amount of precision, and the richness of the product lends itself easily to running. It definitely created some lash drama and height, though, so maybe it’s for a big night out—if it comes in a waterproof option!Carolyn Twersky, Staff WriterIs mascara a big part of your beauty routine?My beauty routine is pretty simple, but yes, mascara is definitely a part of it. I often don’t feel “made up” without a little lash. What do you look for in a mascara?Of course, I want something that makes my lashes look long and dramatic, that doesn’t clump too much, and that won’t smudge throughout the day. My biggest mascara pet peeve is when I sneak a peek in a mirror and notice black smudges under my eyes. Usually, when that happens, I immediately ditch the brand. There are too many options out there to waste time on messy mascara. How was the Prada mascara?When I opened up the tube, I was surprised by the applicator. I have used many different mascaras over the years, but I’d never seen one like this. The bristles are only on half the wand, so you have to make sure you’re holding it at the right angle to apply the product. (The shape does allow you to get those often hard-to-reach lashes at the edge.) I was pleased with the finished product once I’d finished doing my makeup. But unfortunately, throughout the day, there was a fair amount of fallout from the mascara, and the product ended up smudging underneath my eyes.Would you use it again?As I said, there are so many mascaras out there. If one doesn’t work for me, I’m not going to waste time on it. Because of the fallout from this product, I don’t see myself reaching for it again.Maryam Lieberman, Contributing Beauty EditorAre you a regular mascara user?I use mascara primarily for my evening looks. I have thick lashes, so during the day, I tend to keep things subtle to avoid looking too dramatic. I prefer mascaras that offer length and volume, or those one-and-done versions that don’t require layering. When I put effort into a makeup look, I want the mascara to overperform—I don’t want dainty and buildable.How was the Prada mascara?The actual mascara wand was unconventional, however it went on nicely. Was it a one-and-done type of mascara? No, but it did a nice job separating and lengthening the lashes. It’s more of a buildable formula, in my opinion. It never clumped, which made me happy—one less thing to deal with when applying mascara.Would you use it again?I would use it again if a makeup artist was using it on me. Would I purchase this? Probably not, just because it was not suited to my lashes. But that doesn’t mean someone else wouldn’t fall in love with the product. Mascara is unique for everyone based on their lash composition and desired eye look. This just didn’t stand up to the Mount Olympus of mascaras I test out. That said, Prada still makes my favorite winter coats, seasons after season. Source link

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Although Prada the fashion brand has been around since 1913, the storied Italian label launched its debut beauty line in the U.S. just last year. Since then, Prada Beauty’s reusable lipsticks, silver-packaged cleanser, and triangular eye shadow palettes have been the talk of the town. For the first time in the brand’s history, Prada Beauty also released a new mascara in March. How does it stack up against the rest of the makeup and skincare line? Four W editors find out:Che Baez, Visuals EditorAre you a big mascara person?I’m a makeup novice, so not really. But of all the different kinds of makeup out there, mascara actually tends to be the type I avoid the most. There’s always fallout, washing it off is a nightmare, and I always regret using it. I hate having to check myself in a pocket mirror 15 times a day to make sure there’s no black refuse on my eyelids or under the eyes. Had you heard about Prada launching a mascara (perhaps from Sabrina Carpenter’s teaser ad)?I had not. But the Prada makeup product I hear most about is the Hydrating Lip Balm, which I’ve yet to try. I tend to shy away from makeup by designer brands because I can never differentiate the products that are worth purchasing or skipping.What did you think of the Prada mascara?When I first used this product, I was surprised by the brush—it’s more of a silicone, no-bristle wand, which I’d never encountered. It was actually better for my lashes because I could get closer to the root, which meant more volume, and it didn’t feel as harsh on such a delicate area of the face. I didn’t notice any mascara getting on my eyelids, which is normally a pain point. I applied one coat of mascara the first time I used it, then gradually moved to two and three coats to build the doll-like eye look that I prefer (think: Diana Ross). I noticed that, after doing some weekend errands, there was a bit of fallout under my eyes—not as much as with other mascaras, but I did have to check myself in a mirror a couple of times throughout the day. This mascara made my eyelashes look like I had a false lash on, which was impressive. I didn’t notice any intense clumping, which was also a huge plus. The removal was easy-peasy: I used a facial towel and warm water, and all was gone within a minute. I was absolutely elated to discover I could wear this mascara without dreading removal at the end of the day.Would you use this product again?I would definitely use this mascara again. I was impressed with how easy removal was, and although there was a learning curve, I love the avant-garde brush—it’s a game-changer. Prada’s product claims to help lengthen and strengthen the eyelashes with hyaluronic acid, so I’m interested to see the effects after using it for a couple of months. Claire Valentine, Culture EditorDo you use mascara regularly?Yes. I have very long lashes, but they’re blonde, so unless I have time to dye them at home (a surprisingly quick and easy 10-minute process, by the way), I usually add at least a few swipes of mascara to feel more put together if I’m going out.What was it like to use the Prada mascara for the first time?I was also surprised by the shape and style of the wand; I had a hard time with it at first. The makeup itself is super creamy, the color super black, and once I got the hang of the wand, I did find the mascara to be lengthening and dramatic. It didn’t clump, but there was fallout under my eyes after a few hours of wear, probably because the version I tried wasn’t waterproof.What did you think of the product?For me, this is definitely not a daily-use mascara. The wand requires a fair amount of precision, and the richness of the product lends itself easily to running. It definitely created some lash drama and height, though, so maybe it’s for a big night out—if it comes in a waterproof option!Carolyn Twersky, Staff WriterIs mascara a big part of your beauty routine?My beauty routine is pretty simple, but yes, mascara is definitely a part of it. I often don’t feel “made up” without a little lash. What do you look for in a mascara?Of course, I want something that makes my lashes look long and dramatic, that doesn’t clump too much, and that won’t smudge throughout the day. My biggest mascara pet peeve is when I sneak a peek in a mirror and notice black smudges under my eyes. Usually, when that happens, I immediately ditch the brand. There are too many options out there to waste time on messy mascara. How was the Prada mascara?When I opened up the tube, I was surprised by the applicator. I have used many different mascaras over the years, but I’d never seen one like this. The bristles are only on half the wand, so you have to make sure you’re holding it at the right angle to apply the product. (The shape does allow you to get those often hard-to-reach lashes at the edge.) I was pleased with the finished product once I’d finished doing my makeup. But unfortunately, throughout the day, there was a fair amount of fallout from the mascara, and the product ended up smudging underneath my eyes.Would you use it again?As I said, there are so many mascaras out there. If one doesn’t work for me, I’m not going to waste time on it. Because of the fallout from this product, I don’t see myself reaching for it again.Maryam Lieberman, Contributing Beauty EditorAre you a regular mascara user?I use mascara primarily for my evening looks. I have thick lashes, so during the day, I tend to keep things subtle to avoid looking too dramatic. I prefer mascaras that offer length and volume, or those one-and-done versions that don’t require layering. When I put effort into a makeup look, I want the mascara to overperform—I don’t want dainty and buildable.How was the Prada mascara?The actual mascara wand was unconventional, however it went on nicely. Was it a one-and-done type of mascara? No, but it did a nice job separating and lengthening the lashes. It’s more of a buildable formula, in my opinion. It never clumped, which made me happy—one less thing to deal with when applying mascara.Would you use it again?I would use it again if a makeup artist was using it on me. Would I purchase this? Probably not, just because it was not suited to my lashes. But that doesn’t mean someone else wouldn’t fall in love with the product. Mascara is unique for everyone based on their lash composition and desired eye look. This just didn’t stand up to the Mount Olympus of mascaras I test out. That said, Prada still makes my favorite winter coats, seasons after season. Source link

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Achieve Stunning Lashes Instantly: The Power of 4D Silk Fiber Mascara

When it comes to eye makeup, long, voluminous lashes are the ultimate beauty statement. Gone are the days of clumpy, smudged mascara—thanks to the 4D Silk Fiber Lash Mascara, you can achieve dramatic, lengthened, and curled lashes effortlessly! If you’ve been searching for the perfect mascara that delivers salon-quality eyelash extensions without falsies, this is the ultimate beauty essential for you.

What Makes 4D Silk Fiber Mascara a Must-Have?

Unlike traditional mascaras that only coat your lashes, 4D Silk Fiber Lash Mascara uses advanced fiber technology to extend and volumize each lash individually. This results in a longer, fuller, and more defined lash look that lasts all day. Whether you have short, sparse, or straight lashes, this mascara works wonders to give you a bold, eye-catching appearance.

Benefits of 4D Silk Fiber Lash Mascara:

✔ Instant Volume & Length – Achieve false lash effects without glue or extensions. ✔ Waterproof & Smudge-Proof – Stay flawless all day with a mascara that resists sweat, tears, and humidity. ✔ Long-Lasting Hold – Enjoy 24-hour wear without flaking or fading. ✔ Lightweight & Comfortable – No clumps, just soft and flexible lashes. ✔ Easy Removal – Comes off effortlessly with warm water or makeup remover.

How to Apply for the Best Lash Transformation

1️⃣ Curl Your Lashes – For maximum lift, use an eyelash curler before applying the mascara. 2️⃣ Apply a Thin Base Coat – Start with a light layer to prime your lashes. 3️⃣ Build Volume with Fibers – Apply another coat, using a gentle wiggling motion from the root to the tip. 4️⃣ Layer as Needed – For a more dramatic effect, apply additional coats until desired volume is achieved. 5️⃣ Seal the Look – Let it dry for a few seconds to lock in the curl and volume.

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For salon-quality lashes at home, shop now at Empire Angel Shop and experience the magic of 4D Silk Fiber Mascara today!