#Custom lipstick boxes

[jonathanfeedusa]

How Custom Makeup Boxes Are Necessary to Build Brand Value

The packaging industry is entering the beauty industry with consumer-specific carton packaging. Using these boxes to package and store items is a great way to build your brand name for a great price. Custom makeup boxes protect goods and showcase their contents with vivid colors or graphics that consumers can see anywhere. Cardboard makeup boxes are so versatile they go beyond just transportation and storage. Sometimes people use them on store shelves to persuade people to buy. You can also use it as a gift. You can put it in the basket and give it to someone. They are also great for packing fragile makeup items in personalized packing boxes. No matter what project you have, the packaging is a must. The receipt explains what a "Custom Printed Box" is with no particular style. Also, creativity is put into it, making the whole very dull and dirty. If you want people to love what you do, do something new and exciting. You can start by writing a catchy quote. Include other company names on your packaging to attract consumers' attention.

The Need to Choosing Custom Boxes for Makeup Products

Today's customers want more from their business; every product purchase becomes an experience. Businesses must remember this if they grow in a fast-paced global marketplace. Without an innovative strategy, this happens without delay, which is why companies expect out-of-the-box thinking. As a result, you can see that the company generated revenue and increased its market share thanks to a better packaging design. Today's consumers want so much more from companies that every product purchase becomes an experience.

Use of Creative Design Cardboard Boxes for Consumers

Small businesses can become big brands by telling their story through product packaging. It reveals how they started and what obstacles they had to overcome. Here boxes are widely used for packing medicines, tablets, capsules, and pet food. They are becoming increasingly popular with the increasing demand for convenience as they are lighter and easier to use. For example, custom lipstick boxes are storage containers for lipsticks that must be protected from weather damage or accidents during transit. The stable box structure also gives the product an attractive appearance.

Use Easy to Customize Cardboard Boxes

It shows your product's importance to you because it fits all types of products. Moreover, it also impresses customers by telling quality and memorable stories in an attractive design. It increases customer loyalty at the highest level and ensures them buy again and again with the satisfaction of this brand. Bulk cartons are one of the most common types of packaging. They offer many advantages that make them suitable for many purposes. Cardboard has been used for centuries and reflects simplicity and traditional values to ensure your brand maintains these aspects throughout the customer journey. In addition, because the storage container contains the product, it can deliver the product properly, thereby building customer trust.

Use Trendy Design Boxes to Grab Customer's Attention

In the era of social technology, everything consumers like can be easily share on social media. Now imagine how fast you can produce a product with a familiar creative design from a packaging material like cardboard. You will get encouragement to promote products. You get free impressions and brand awareness when you give your products personalized, eye-catching makeup boxes. If someone shares this on social media, it's the perfect way to promote it without spending money. You don't need extra money to create an attractive product design. Adding a creative touch or a new design to your packaging can save time, effort, and money.

How Custom Cardboard Boxes Are Ideal For Shipping

It comes in various shapes, sizes, and forms for you to choose from as a packaging material according to your needs. It makes it more attractive than other means of transportation. Because they ensure safety during transport, at the same time, damage or damage to the deliver product can be prevent. These cardboard makeup boxes are the most reliable and economical way of packaging. It is used to transport bulky, heavy, or bulky products, which are usually difficult to handle with bare hands. This packing box has clean edges. So they manufacture by cutting sheet metal to size and shape needed to ship a particular product. They come in different forms, like squares, triangles, pentagons, and many more.

Summing Up

Give your audience what they want in a unique way. Custom makeup boxes are the number one choice in the modern packaging industry. You can use it to stand out while enhancing your brand personality. In addition, compared with other packaging materials, it has a long service life. It will help you build a brand identity.

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[lemontartc]

I'll never understand people who keep their dolls in package because I got a Skulltimate Secrets Series 1 Clawdeen months after she was supposed to be off shelves and even in that relatively short amount of time she has dent damage from the ties holding her in (and I bought her firsthand! from Entertainment Earth!). I can't imagine keeping a doll in package for years never knowing what it was going to do to them

[sunarryn]

DP X Marvel #4

Danny floated upside down on the ceiling of Peter’s room, arms crossed, legs bent at the knees like he was lounging on a hammock made of gravity denial. Peter, sitting at his desk, was scrolling through his phone like it owed him money.

“They’re going to kill each other." Peter muttered.

“No, they’re not.” Danny replied with the confidence of someone who had been literally dead and come back twice. “They’re going to get along just fine.”

Peter glanced up. “You said that about the Avengers and the ghost diplomats and Nick Fury.”

“Okay, yeah, but in my defense, the ghost diplomats started it. And Nick Fury is allergic to happiness.”

Peter pinched the bridge of his nose. “Danny. You’re asking me to introduce my best friends, who are just barely okay with you being an undead space god, to your best friends, who still think WiFi is a government conspiracy and wear combat boots to weddings.”

“Sam wears combat boots to everything. Including funerals.”

“That’s not helping.”

Danny floated down to the floor, his hair slightly flickering with ghost energy. “It’ll be fine. I told Sam and Tucker that MJ and Ned are chill. Nerd-chill. They’re excited.”

Peter looked deeply unconvinced. “You told Tucker that MJ hacked the Midtown security server just to add meme slides to Principal Morita’s presentations, right?”

“Obviously.”

“Does Sam knows Ned runs a fan account for you called @GhostBoyz4Life?”

Danny blinked. “… No. But I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

A knock came at the door.

“Too late.” Peter whispered. “It begins.”

Danny opened the door with the confidence of a man who did not fear death (because he was already legally dead).

On the other side stood Sam Manson, black crop top, heavy boots, dark lipstick, and the permanent scowl of a goth with a vendetta. Next to her was Tucker Foley, looking way too smug in his custom tech goggles and bright red beanie. He was holding an experimental PDA device that glowed faintly.

Behind them, MJ stood in a green coat and vintage combat boots (Sam’s eyes lit up) with a book in one hand and sarcasm dripping off her like perfume. Ned Leeds wore a “Protect Danny Phantom” pin, Spider-Man socks, and carried three boxes of Filipino pastries he insisted were necessary for cultural diplomacy.

They all stared at each other.

The room was silent for 0.2 seconds.

Then Sam said, “Nice boots.”

MJ blinked, then tilted her head. “Thanks. Yours scream ‘will stomp a man’s spine for breakfast.’”

Tucker leaned over to Ned. “Is that… a compliment?”

“Dude, I think that was foreplay.”

“Nice.”

Danny clapped his hands. “Okay! Everyone’s here. No one’s dead. The apocalypse has not begun.”

Sam gave him a look. “It’s been two minutes.”

“That’s basically peace.”

Peter stood awkwardly in the background, shoulders tense. “Uh. Drinks? We have water. And… slightly haunted Gatorade.”

“I’ll take the Gatorade,” Sam said.

“You would,” MJ replied.

They sat down. Danny floated above the couch. Tucker immediately synced his PDA to Peter’s Stark tech on the coffee table. MJ opened her notebook and started casually sketching Danny’s floating form like it was a zoo exhibit. Sam leaned back with her boots on the coffee table. Ned passed out pastries like a diplomat on a sugar mission.

“So,” Sam said, making pointed eye contact with Peter. “What’s it like dating a glowy undead chaos elemental with emotional repression?”

Peter blinked. “That’s… a lot to unpack.”

“Not really,” MJ said. “She just summarized your entire relationship.”

Danny floated over and dropped onto Peter’s lap. “Hey. I’m sensitive.”

“You phased through the floor last week because you saw a cat video that made you cry,” Peter muttered into his hoodie.

“It was moving, Peter. The kitten found his mom.”

Tucker, now halfway through hacking into Midtown’s cafeteria system, called out, “Hey, MJ. That was your cat video, wasn’t it? You uploaded that one.”

MJ looked up with pride. “Yep. I tag them ‘Emotional Terrorism’ for searchability.”

“Respect.”

Sam sipped her haunted Gatorade. “So, MJ. You do social commentary, internet chaos, and low-key surveillance?”

“And light arson,” MJ added. “For the cause.”

Sam smiled. “We’re going to get along just fine.”

Tucker turned to Ned. “And you’re the tech guy?”

Ned beamed. “I’m the guy in the chair.”

Tucker’s expression became serious. “Do you prefer JARVIS-style systems or emotionally unstable AI assistants that may or may not turn evil?”

Ned considered. “I want to say JARVIS, but I respect the chaos.”

Tucker fist-bumped him. “You’re alright.”

Peter looked around. “I… I think this is going well.”

Danny kissed his cheek. “Told you.”

Then Sam pointed at Ned. “So. You run a fan account for Danny?”

Peter groaned. Danny grinned.

Ned turned red. “I-it started before I knew he was real! I thought Phantom was like, a cryptid!”

“You posted a thirst thread called ‘Top 10 Times Phantom Could Have Murdered Me and I’d Say Thanks,’” MJ added.

Danny made finger guns. “Classic.”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “You into ghosts?”

“I’m into not dying during ghost attacks. And he’s cool.”

“And hot,” MJ added.

“And hot,” Ned agreed.

Peter glared at the ceiling. “I regret everything.”

Sam smirked. “Relax, Spider-Boy. We’re just saying your boyfriend’s aesthetically terrifying. In a good way.”

Peter blinked. “You know I’m Spider-Man?”

Sam and Tucker both turned to him. Sam said, “Babe, please. Danny told us ages ago. We just didn’t say anything because we enjoy watching you squirm.”

Tucker added, “I knew the minute you tried to fix the router and webbed it to the wall.”

Danny snorted. “Peter once tried to fix my toaster with web fluid. I didn’t have toast for three days.”

“I’m under a lot of pressure,” Peter muttered.

“Y’all are so dumb in love,” MJ said, flipping her sketchpad around. It was a doodle of Danny and Peter holding hands while ghost fire circled their feet. The title? “Dead Boyfriend Energy.”

Tucker leaned in. “You draw fanart?”

“I draw evidence.”

Danny was thriving.

Sam and MJ were now discussing ghost anarchism and the ethical implications of haunting billionaires. Tucker and Ned were building a hybrid device that could probably hack the Pentagon or at least reroute Peter’s homework. Peter looked overwhelmed, but he wasn’t hiding. Not like before.

There was no pressure to be Spider-Man or to be the boyfriend of a ghost king or to be the guy who survived the Snap. Just… friends. Laughing. Eating. Arguing about which one of Danny’s powers was the hottest.

(Fire hair won by majority vote. Peter voted for glowy eyes.)

Later, when everyone had fallen into that comfortable lull of full stomachs and half-charged phones, Danny leaned into Peter’s side and whispered, “Told you they’d get along.”

Peter smiled into his hair. “Okay. I admit it. You were right.”

Danny grinned. “Say it louder.”

“No.”

“Louder for the Realms to hear.”

“You’re such a drama queen.”

“Ghost king, thank you.”

Peter pressed a kiss to his temple. “You’re the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Danny beamed. “You’re welcome.”

And in that little dorm room—filled with chaos and cult jokes and mismatched friends who all knew a little too much about alternate dimensions—Danny felt something he hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

Home.

[sageispunk]

pretty like u (18+)

↳ A little lipstick never hurt anyone...

pairing: early 2000s jeff hardy x bestfriend!alt!black!reader

wordcount: 1.5k+

warnings: 18+, smut, just a lil self indulgent fic, reader is also a wrestler & southern, MUA foreplay basically, making out, lap riding/dry humping, dubcon if u squint, light choking

“You sure it’s gon’ look good, baby?”

“Mhmm, now sit still…you’re gonna mess me up.”

Kittie was playing faintly on your stereo behind you, coming off the nu metal mixtape you put together last week. Jeffrey watched as you continued to work on his face. The two of you were seated in front of your brightly lit, custom-made vanity. You straddled the fluffy brown bench and he sat in front of you, leaning forward in the chair he pulled over from across the room.

You could feel his pretty green eyes on you as you held his jaw sturdy with one hand, using the other to very carefully pen the eyeliner along his lower lash line. You didn’t want to do too much but you knew that he was okay with you playing around a little bit on his face. You could tell he was enjoying himself by the way he blushed and giggled after you’d mindlessly commented about his perfect facial structure while you were finishing up his smokey eye.

Sitting back, you scanned his face to make sure everything was symmetrical. His eyes followed yours, going back and forth until you looked away, twisting to retrieve something from the cluttered vanity.

Jeffrey tried not to stare but he couldn’t help but watch the way your body stretched and the way your clothes pulled around the curves of your body. The thin leopard print halter top you wore began to rise up on your tummy, giving him a sneak peek of the softness he was eager to lay his lips on.

The moth tattoos on the tops of both of your thighs were creeping out from under your black denim shorts. His fingers twitched in his lap, he wanted to trace them along the lines, softly, enough to get you to finally let your walls down for him.

In the few years that you’d known one another, there was almost no separating you. You’d traveled together to matches, and despite having your own hotel rooms, the two of you would often be found in yours—munching on a box of pizza together, watching Scooby Doo or some other silly cartoon. You would fly back home to NC during holidays together, visiting each other’s families before spending your own time alone.

But neither of you ever crossed that line. Sure, there were those times when you would notice his hand lingering on the small of your back as he passed by, or when he would catch you staring while he was putting on his face paint on the other side of the room. Tiny moments that the both of you brushed off as just parts of your weirdly intimate friendship, but everyone around you could see the energy there.

Like now, as you held Jeff’s jaw in your hand, with your own face just inches away from his. The pattern of his beard tickled under your fingers. A moment of eye contact had you both seizing your breath, before you tore your eyes away, focusing instead on his lips—soft, pink. You took a deep breath and popped open your black lip liner with one hand, bringing the pencil up to his face.

“Baby—” His cold hands gently landed on the tops of your thighs.

“Jeff…” You took a deep breath. “Stop calling me that.”

“Why?” His thumbs slid back and forth on your skin.

You lowered the liner back down to your lap. Jeffrey kept his face close, still in your grasp. “Just, let me finish, okay?”

“Okay.” He fought the urge to grin.

You rolled your eyes, biting your lip to hide your own smile. You quickly finished up the liner around his lips, following with a layer of your darkest purple lipstick. “Smack.”

He did as you said, and you released his face. He stayed close, and you didn’t dare to back up either. “How do I look?”

“Pretty.”

“Pretty like you?”

“Jeff-”

He leaned in just an inch. “I really wanna kiss you right now.”

You smacked your lips. “So now you wanna mess up all my ha—"

Jeffrey closed the distance between you, swallowing your words down with his lips. Your eyelids fell shut as you accepted the feelings you’d been denying for too long. Blindly sitting your materials back onto the vanity, you brought your hands up to Jeff’s shoulders. As many times as you’ve touched him before, it was nothing like how you felt him now.

His warm muscles tensed under your grasp, relaxing a second later before he slid his hands further down the sides of your thighs, tucking them under and pulling you forward into his lap. You gasped at the sudden rearrangement and Jeff chased your lips like there was nothing in the world that he needed more.

Eyes low and lipstick already smudged, he used a hand on the back of your head to bring you back in. His fingers tangled in your long, black braids, gently stimulating your scalp. Jeff’s other hand was placed firmly on your hip, massaging into your bare skin. You moaned into each other’s mouths, hands scrambling to touch as much skin as possible, to remember as much as possible.

You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding into his lap, already feeling his excitement underneath you. He whined against your lips, beginning to move in circles with you. The harmony between your bodies had you growing needier by the second, feeling almost regretful about taking so long to go further with Jeff. One of your hands found itself lightly wrapped around his neck, your fingers only slightly squeezing the sides. Jeff moaned, putting a few inches of space between your faces. You looked down at his purple, kiss-swollen lips, then back up to his eyes.

“C’mon baby, I’m all yours, take what ya need…”

Resting his head back against the chair, he pulled your free hand up to his neck to join the other. You took the hint and let both of your hands wrap around, squeezing just a bit tighter. Your hips bucked on as you felt him thrusting his hardness up into you, the only thing separating you being the fabric of both of your jeans. The teasing friction had you wanting more and more, and you tried for it.

You threw your own head back, sexually and emotionally frustrated and needing this orgasm to level your thoughts. “Fuck!”

Jeff squeezed your hips, providing a grounding sensation. You zeroed in, focusing on his touch and the heat growing between your bodies. You found the perfect pattern to move your body in, feeling the effects of both his cock and the seams of the jeans teasing your cunt.

You knew you were close, but it felt like you were missing something. You wanted to feel him, actually on you, or in you. You wanted to reach this high with him.

And just like he could read your mind, Jeff brought your attention back to his face, with his hands wrapped around your wrists. “Don’t stop, baby,” He whispered. His eyes were pleading, and so was his body under you.

“Cum with me?” Your voice was hushed, rasped, throat nearly dry although the rest of you felt the complete opposite.

Jeffrey nodded, slowly, moving once again with you as you picked up speed. Your eyes never left one another as the intensity of the moment increased. It was as though you were in tune with each other’s heartbeat, with the way the blood pumped through the other’s system. Everything in the universe began to make sense, like your whole life was leading up to this moment.

You used your hands on his neck to steady you as you moved with an eagerness even you haven’t seen in yourself. “Jeffrey— fuck, oh my god…”

“Mhmm, just like that baby, don’t stop…you’re so pretty grindin’ on me like this…”

You shouted out his name one last time, your entire body freezing up before it began to vibrate. White light blinded you behind your eyelids as you hit your peak, and you could faintly hear Jeff’s choked moans below, his own hips jerking up into you. You could feel every hair standing up on your body, every gentle gust of cool wind from the vents kissing your skin.

Your hips continued to move together, lazily, cooling down. You were synced, it seemed. Your hands loosened from his neck, falling down to his chest and feeling the swell of his chest under your fingertips.

Jeffrey pulled your arms in, effectively bringing your face back to meet his own. This time, he didn’t catch you by surprise. Your lips moved together as though you’d been doing this for years, tongues slipping past one another to explore. Sucking. Licking. Smacking.

When things cooled down, you were forehead to forehead, breathing in eah other's air. You could feel the dampness of Jeff's lap under you, whether from you or him, you didn't care. Your eyes opened and were immediately met with his soft hazel gaze. Turning your head to the side, you placed a quick, gentle kiss on the side of his face. A new warm feeling spurred within you at the sight of him blushing and turning away from you.

"Oh, now you wanna act all shy, huh? Don't tell me this is all I had to do to get Mr. Jeff Hardy to give up all his power..." You teased him, giggling as you circled your hips for a short second, knowing good and well that he could probably make you just as weak if the roles were reversed.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, endearingly pulling you in to squeeze himself against your chest. "Shhhh, girl...just gimme a few minutes..."

i do not give permission for anyone to copy, translate, or repost any of my works. 18+ ONLY -- i am not responsible for the content you consume.

[rollo-rolls]

It's now or never… My first lipstick conversion! It's not perfect, of course, but it's acceptable. And it works well with transparency slider! It makes lips slightly more pouty but nothing crazy, it won't completely change your sim's lips shape. I'm so nervous about it, lol. Now onto the official part!

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[sahrberrii]

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[cherrys-muses]

𓍯 ִֶָ FEBRUARY SECOND; side b — it’s been awhile - staind | rockstar!e. munson x r

w; insinuation of cheating & choosing career over relationship, drunk eddie, i say ‘rockstar!eddie’ but pls take that loosely, nooo happy ending, angst only! an; i hope yall enjoy this angsty piece :ppp

mixtape here!

There’s an unhealthy amount of cigarettes that had been dropped into the ashtray — some overflowing and dropping onto the table. There’s some ends that have a red lipstick print around it. 

Those were barely smoked and wasted, yet Eddie didn’t feel like asking her to finish the cigarette, even if she was wasting a dozen of them — not that he was counting. 

His fingers are sore, almost bleeding, from how many times he goes over the same verse of the song. He’s lost count of how many times he’s had to start over from the beginning, and when he does it again, he feels his face flushing in anger. 

He curses under his breath and reaches for the pack on the table. His eyes peek in, his teeth clenching together as he tosses the empty carton back into the table. His fingers press into his eyes and he rubs — hard. So hard he can see spots dance around in his vision. 

He flinches when he feels arms wrap around his neck, lips pressing to his shoulder blade before her chin hooks over the same shoulder. His hands drop and he keeps his eyes locked on the television that shows the two of them in the reflection. 

“You okay, baby?” His jaw clenches once more from just her voice alone, yet he nods and stands from the couch. She leans back, throwing her legs over the couch. “Where are you goin’?” Her hair flows over her shoulder when she moves it towards the edge of the couch. 

Eddie glances over at her, before looking away as he picks a shirt up from a chair. He slips it over his head before pulling his hair from the collar. “Just out to the store. Gotta get a pack of smokes.” 

She hums. “Can you get me a pack?” 

“Gladly.” He grabs his jacket and wallet before heading towards the door. 

“Hey!” He stops when he’s halfway out the door, rolling his eyes to himself before turning and watching as she sits up and hangs over the back of the couch. “Hurry back, please. I wanna hear your new song.” 

“Yeah.” He nods, slamming the door behind himself. He’s quick to jog down the steps, finally feeling as if he could breathe, a small bit of air circles around as he exhales. 

He’s quick to get into his van and start it up, driving out of the trailer park as quick as he could. He didn’t lie — he’s going to the gas station to get a pack of cigarettes, but not right now. 

He needed to get out of that small box and take a break from suffocating in the life that chokes him until he can’t breathe. 

He thinks the worst part is, he can’t blame anyone besides himself for digging himself into that hole. He doesn’t want it to be his fault, yet, he only digs deeper. 

He thinks the hole is now closing up with the dirt. 

It’s lightly sprinkling now and the red lights, that flicker every so often, distort in the droplets on his window. His fingers tap against the wheel when he realizes where he is once again. 

Man, he wishes he had a cigarette. 

Reaching over to his glove box, he hits it and watches as it drops open. He reaches in and grabs a pack of gum. Quickly putting a piece into his mouth, he slips out of his van and walks towards the bar. 

It’s the same — obviously — not much has changed. He makes his way slowly towards the bar, sitting down on stool and waits. 

“Hi! What can I—” He knows that voice from anywhere. 

He glances at you, looking slightly ashamed. Your jaw clenches and you wish it wasn’t only you tonight working, or you would’ve gotten someone else to serve him. 

“What can I get you?” Your voice runs flat, no more fake, customer service voice. 

He smirks a bit. “What, you aren’t playing nice now?” He tilts his head. 

“Not with you — no way,” You scoff. “Either you order or leave. I have a right to refuse to give you anything.” 

“A beer.” 

Giving him one last stare, you turn away and grab a bottle, popping it open before walking back. You place it in front of him without another word, turning away and speaking to some other men who sit at a table on the other side of the room. 

He listens closely and he can hear your laugh again, his own lips pulling into a smile as his eyes remain on the bar. There’s a song playing on the old jukebox in the back at a low volume.

He doesn’t realize how fast he had actually finished off his beer, asking for another, then another plus a little something extra. You’re getting irritated with him but he can’t find it in himself to care. 

“Do you need us to help you out with that one?” You glance up, pausing the wipe down you were doing on the counter. It’s almost closing time, Randy and Joe leaving after finishing off the last bit of beer. 

Your eyes drift towards Eddie who’s curls are spread out on the counter you have yet to clean, his forehead resting on his arm as he sways a bit in his seat. 

Shaking your head, you look at them. “No. It’s okay,” You give the two men a smile. “He doesn’t live far from here. I can take care of him.” 

They’re hesitant, sharing a quick glance with one another. “If you’re sure—”

“I’m positive,” You nod. “He’s harmless.” Harmless in the physical way anyway. Joe nods once, sighing a bit as he slides over two twenties, Randy doing the same after slipping on his coat. 

“Alright. We’ll see you tomorrow. Thanks!” Their boots scrape across the wooden floor, eyes fixed on Eddie as they pass. 

“Alright! See ya, thank you!” You call out. They finally disappear and your smile finally drops as well as your eyes, staring at Eddie. “What are you even doing here? Isn’t Angel waiting for you?” 

He mumbles something in response and it takes everything in you to not scream at him to just leave. Yet, no matter what he’s put you through and how much you want him to hurt just as bad as you did, you would not allow him to drive in the state he’s in. 

“I can’t understand you. Get up,” You snap your fingers impatiently, making your way over. His head lifts and you start to clean down the counter of where he had his head. You glance up slightly before looking down once again. 

Wait. 

Your arm stops and your eyes lift to look at him once again. He’d been crying — you don’t know when he had even started. 

“Why are you crying?” Your brows furrow together. 

His breathing shudders and you can’t help but frown. Even under all the anger you have for him, you love Eddie. Truly, deeply, and always. Your hand pulls away from the cloth and you make your way around the counter slowly. 

Your ears pick up on the small, broken sob that leaves his mouth. His head drops and his curls curtain his face. You stop next to him, watching as his fingers dig into his face, leaving imprints. 

“Eddie,” Your hand reaches out to grasp his wrist. You startle slightly when he lets out another sob, this time louder. “Eds, what’s going—” 

Your words are effectively cut short when his arms wrap around you. Your hands lift quickly as you blink, feeling his curls tickle against your collarbone and the grip he has on both of your sides. 

Your heart skips a beat as you hesitantly look down at him as your arms remain held out to the side, careful not to touch him anymore than what you were already allowing. 

“I’m sorry,” His warm breath brushes over your skin as he speaks, his warm tears rolling down and dropping into your skin as well. Your eyes close and you let out a small exhale as you shake your head. “I’m so sorry. Please…” He whimpers as he shakes his head, readjusting his grip. 

“Eddie, please, let go—” 

“I’m so sorry,” He repeats. “Please forgive me. I didn’t…I can’t let you go. I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t breathe. It hurts,” His voice cracks and you feel your own tears prick at your eyes and suddenly, your heart picks up. 

“Hey. Eddie, let go of me. I can’t…” You shake your head when you feel as his hands grip at your back now, only this time, with his fingernails. “Eddie, you’re suffocating me, let go!” 

Your hands meet his shoulders, pushing his grip away as you quickly pull back from him. He blinks owlishly as he stared at you with parted lips and soaked cheeks. He notices the tears that had finally fell free. 

“Oh, God,” He stands quickly, shaking his head as he quickly reaches out to wipe away the tears. You pull away from him, your eyes squinted at him. “I just…I’m trying to—”

“Trying to what? Wipe my tears away like you always did, then turn away from me again like you always do,” You let out a scoff as you shake your head. “No. I’m not letting you touch me. You have no right,” You point at him. 

“You lost those privileges when you decided to keep messing around after I had given you so many chances, and you broke my heart over and over again. You only care about yourself,” You poke at his chest and watch as his chin quivers. “You never once cared about me because if you did, you’d let me heal from what pain you caused me. Not increase it by tenfold,” 

“I love you, Eddie, I really do. But, you make me so angry at you,” You stare at him. “You decided what life you wanted when you left after I asked you not to. And now look at you,” 

You motion towards him. You don’t mean to word vomit, but again, you’re angry that he doesn’t seem to take your feelings into consideration. Only his. 

“You come in here and drink whatever you can and get drunk. And don’t think I don’t know you’re doing it during the day as well,” You walk around the counter to grab your purse. “I’m taking you home. Let’s go.” 

Eddie wordlessly follows behind you, glancing over at his van as you lock up the doors. “What about my van?” 

“You’re just gonna come back tomorrow, aren’t you?” You snap, looking over at him. “You can get it then.” 

You pass by him and make your way towards your car, getting in and starting it up. Eddie sighs and follows after you, getting in and buckling up. 

It’s silent now, all besides the bit of rain that hits the top of your car and the low volume of the radio playing Staind. Your nose flares as your fingers grip the steering wheel tightly as you finally turn into the rocky path. 

You stop in front of his trailer, putting the car in park but making no move to get out. Your eyes glance over, noticing the sheer black curtains move slightly before the door opens. 

You clench your jaw and feel the inevitable tears begin once again. “Get out,” Eddie tries reaching for you, but you yank your arm away once again, shaking your head. “Get out of my car, Eddie. If you love me just….” Your voice breaks and you look out your window and place your hand over your mouth as you try to blink the tears away. 

Eddie stares at the back of  your head for a moment, before nodding to himself and opening the car door. “I…I do still love you,” He says. “I hope you can…I hope we can fix things one day but I also understand if you never want to.” 

He waits for you to say something, anything, yet you stay silent. He sniffs and gets out, shutting the door. He watches as you drive away, not wasting a second. 

𓍯 ִֶָ tags; @ali-r3n — @marchsfreakshow — @sstar-ggirl — @love-quinn

𓍯 ִֶָ thank you for reading! comments, reblogs, & feedback are welcome & greatly appreciated!

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my sims 4 create-a-sim must haves + sim dump

hey y'all! after many requests, I released a YouTube video this afternoon covering my Sim-creating process & showcased some of my favorite CAS-related pieces of custom content and a few mods.

i also announced my very first sim dump! I made Sims inspired by actress Avantika Vandanapu & influencer Nara Smith, as well as one extra Sim named Hannah Steward. you can watch today's video here if you are interested & view the sims available for download here.

down below is a list of links to some of the must-haves shown in my video. hope you guys find this helpful, & thank you always for the support! ♡

skin details

gaia skinblend

misc details

little details

bare ; a skin tone pack (non-default)

default, non-default, additional maxis teeth

affection, an eyebrow collection

misc lip masks

cleavage overlay collection

skin detail dump (nose, lips, eyes)

pierced ears

skin detail kit

so creamy skin overlay

chin cleft

maxis match genetics set

sliders for eyes

dusty skinblend

[skin details] structure

accessories

dior purse

mia rings

piercing ultimate collection

3d eyelashes no. 2

3d lashes 1 || 2 || 3

3d lashes

diamond tennis bracelet

all natural nails

luisa earrings

leather tabby bag functional

alphabet necklace collection

westwood necklace

vintage coach bag

MISC. ACCESSORIES ultimate collection

domino glasses

saint necklace

joliepods (airpods max)

cake nails

designer thong accessory

joliebean's jewelry box

apple watch series 7

sliders

eye + head size slider

default chin slider

default eyebrow slider

default mouth slider

default nose slider

default foot slider

female waist and hip height slider

hip shape slider

chin slider

pouty lip slider

6 sliders for nose

forehead height slider

presets

sweet body

pack of presets

makeup

universal hair overlay

honey lip preset collection

eyeliner | n150

default & extra eye colors

serene shadow + liner

gold makeup set

bad boy genetics & presets

sculpt contour collection

nosey posey

euphoria eyes

the bronze palette

basic eyeliner set

GRANDE coffee collection

fox eyeshadow 02

eyeliner 299

GOLD Halloween vampire set

eyes g15

chanel eyeshadow

LIPSTICK ultimate collection

lipstick 02

amy lipstick

darkness demon eyes

dark hour makeup set

body vein collection

mae face contour

dark contour & highlight set

mp eyeliner n9

mods

custom traits v1.7

more traits in CAS

more columns in CAS

more traits

new traits pack (more traits)

more traits #3

CAS tuning - controlled position mod

[razorblade180]

A Splendid Day

Furina:*packing groceries* That’s everything. Thank you very much.

Merchant:The pleasure is all mine! You’re one of my best customers.

Furina:The price is still 500 mora for everything?

Merchant:On the house.

Furina:P-Pardon?

Merchant:Your birthday. It’s on the house, and I will accept nothing less!

Furina:But-

Merchant:It may not be a national holiday anymore and you may not be our Archon, but a little free macaroni and beverages is the least I’d like to offer. A birthday is still a birthday.

Furina:…*smiles* Thank you for the gift.

xxxxxx

A little later, the national celebrity walks down the streets of her nation only to be stopped by the sight of a top hat floating down into her hands. She looks up to see Lyney, Lynette, and even Freminet sitting on the railing of bridge covered in the nation’s flowers in a pattern that spelled her name.

Lyney:HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Lynnette:*clapping*

Freminet:T-Ta Da….

Lyney:C’mon you two. A little more energy.

Furina:Hahaha! My, my, this is quite the shock. *red* How long have you been planning this?

Lynette:Your birthday is no secret. We had ample time.

Freminet:The hardest part was keeping them alive long enough to do this.

Lyney:Just our little way of showing our gratitude. We wouldve baked a cake, but I fear our skills our outmatched in that department.

Furina:All cake is good cake if it’s sweet enough. Who is outmatching your-

???:Haaaapppy Birthday!

Furina didn’t get the chance to turn around before Navia swooped her up into a bear hug, spinning her around lovingly while Clorinde and Sigewinne held a small present patiently.

Furina:Never mind Lyney!

Navia:*puts her down.* How’s the birthday girl!?

Furina:Startled, but pleasantly surprised.

Sigewinne:Perfect! Exactly how a birthday should be!

Clorinde:Happy Birthday, Lady Furina.

Furina:Hehe, wow. Everyone take the day off or something? I was expecting a little get together or gift. Honestly I’m a tad embarrassed.

Chiori:*struts in* Since when does the wonderful Furina de Fontaine prefer a “little” get together?

Furina:How long have I been retired from leadership?

Chiori:Pfft, please. In or out of power, you’re still the same person who demanded dozens of retakes for a film in the name of “producing a diamond among diamonds in the craft.”

Furina:And we won! I will never forsake the arts!

Sigewinne:And we will never forsake your wonderful efforts.

Her and Clorinde walked up and presented the box. Furina only had to undo the ribbon to reveal it to be a makeup box containing an array of colors and tools to use.

Sigewinne:I made every color!

Clorinde:I made the box.

Chiori:Now we stop by my store so you can feast on Navia’s pastries in style.

Furina:How many pastries?

Navia:Yes.

Furina:Fantastic.

xxxxxx

More than 500 birthdays, and this might be the first one filled with true joy. Eating cheesecake while wearing a lovely pale blue sundress with dark blue water droplets on the skirt and cuffs that matched the sun hat she was given. Her nails matched perfectly and her lipstick was admittedly a little ruined now because of danishes, but she didn’t care! Furina even smelled like fresh rain thanks to Emilie’s lovely new perfume she made with the help of resource gathering/testing from Chevreuse and Neuvillette.

Charlotte took a photo of the girl’s pure joy as she dined with friends.

Furina:!? Please tell me you didn’t take that mid bite?

Charlotte:Of course I did. You need moments to smile at.

Furina:Myself!?

Wriothesley:*pouring more tea* Gotta admit, I’m a little jealous I didn’t get this brand on my birthday.

Clorinde:You didn’t like the “gift” I gave you?

Wriothesley:Oh I loved it. Wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Navia:Don’t spoil good food with certain topics you too. This is a sweet gathering. Not saucy.

Furina:You all really outdid yourselves. I don’t know what to say aside from thank you.

Lynette: “You can have the last slice” is a second option.

Freminet:Ummm-

Lynette:It was a joke. I would never rob someone of that honor. The last of any dessert is always the best.

Furina:Would you like to split the-

Lynette:If you insist.

Furina cuts the last danish is half and shares, giggling alongside her friends at Lynette’s perky ears as she ate. The girl was swept in the laughter she hadn’t realized Neuvillette had finally joined them.

Neuvillette:Today seems like a wonderful day to be out.

Furina:Huh? Neuvillette!? You took off too!?

Neuvillette:Is that so strange. Half the day has gone by. I used it do enough work to give the rest of today to properly wish you a wonderful birthday. I’m happy to see others make that possible.

Furina:Yes, it’s really more than I ever hoped her. I’m serious when I say I don’t really know what to say. Frankly I-

Navia:Now don’t go saying “I don’t deserve it.”

Chevreuse:She’s right. Thank you is more than enough. Besides, everyone here would easily agree that you deserve nice things ten fold.

Furina:Sniffles You guys… don’t make me cry today!

Neuvillette:So*reveals jewelry box* this might be a bad time.

Furina:You have another gift for me!?

Neuvillette:I wouldn’t count pointing out a good source of water for your perfume as a my gift. I could do that any day of the week. This however, took quite a bit more time and a trip to the bottom of several bodies water.

Knowing Furina best, Neuvillette wrapped the gift in a way that allowed her to still open it with ruining the design. The young lady choked on her own breath when her eyes saw shining white pearls in the form of a necklace. Neuvillette took the jewelry and put it around her neck while everyone was stunned into silence.

Freminet:Those are- how did you find so many perfect pearls?

Neuvillette:I am no stranger to sea life or waiting.

Navia:And here I thought I gave the best present without a doubt.

Clorinde:It wasn’t a contest.

Lyney, Lynette, Chiori: No it kinda was. We went all out.

Furina:I’m just- these are so expensive looking! And beautiful! I might have to start revising my entire wardrobe to wear these more often.

Neuvillette:Hehe, I don’t mind if you limit their use to a special occasion like today or a grand opening of a play. I simply wanted to give you something only I could manage, like everyone else.

Wriothesley:All I did was supply a big enough kitchen for Navia. Now I’m starting to think I should’ve fought some ancient monster for gems alongside Clorinde.

Chevreuse:Umm, Clorinde? When you said you made the makeup box….

Clorinde:I used only the finest of materials. It just so happened the finest things may involve interacting with less than fine creatures.

Furina:You could buy a box! All of you are so…wonderfully ridiculous. Neuvillette, thank you for this. I love it. Today has truly been splendid. I couldn’t ask for anything more.

Charlotte:You’re welcome!

Emilie:Charlotte, what was your gift.

Charlotte:Who do you think made all the invites, planned the timing and picked the location? It’s a little past midday, the space isn’t crowded, and more importantly, Furina still hasn’t eaten a proper birthday cake!

Furina:Ooooo I still get one? Wonderful! Although…I’m admittedly a bit on the fence. *crosses arms* I can’t believe Aether bragged about his baking skills just to go off to Natlan before ever letting me get my own personal cake! Not to mention not a single birthday letter! He’s probably off breaking some law right about now or fighting an ancient evil he stumbled into.

???:That sounds more like you, than me. I’m actually careful.

???:Yeah! How else would be able to carry a packaged cake through the desert!?

Furina froze up, her heart skipping a beat after hearing two familiar voices call behind her. She slowly looked over her shoulder and saw familiar faces that made her ignore any on lookers as her body took off out of her seat without thinking; the girl was full on sprinting towards Aether so quickly that he had no choice but to hand over the three layered cake to Paimon before catching Furina, who jumped right into his arms. Thankfully Clorinde zipped over to help Paimon balance the final dessert, but frankly, everyone doubted Furina cared about the cake as her embrace around Aether grew tighter while he spun her.

Furina couldn’t care less about any pictures getting taken or the giggles from her friends at the moment. She was just happy to be held again, resting her face in the crook of his neck.

Aether:H-Hello. You look lovely. I take it you missed me?

Furina:Yes. Don’t you dare let go until I say so.

Aether:*red* O-Oh. I thought you were going to deny it.

Furina:Later, but for now…

She raised her head to see his dumb smile before giving Aether a heartfelt kiss. Clorinde leaned over awkwardly and pulled down Furina’s sun hat over the two in order to create any semblance of privacy.

Neuvillette:I think she forgot she’s in company.

Sigewinne:Well, I think Aether won.

Navia:If I had to lose, it’s an honor to go out like this.

Chiori:You actually lost to Charlotte. If she planned the spot alongside the timing with the invites…

The reporter held up a photo of birthday girl with a tearful smile getting spun around in the arms of her happiness smiling back at her as the warm light of the afternoon barely broke through around the vast colors of flower petals.

Charlotte:Like I said, you need moments to smile at.

[rottenpumpkin13]

*coughs* hiiii🥳

so take two,

what would Lazard and Tseng do for Valentine's day?

• The day starts with both of them pretending they care it's Valentine's Day because they're "professionals" who don't participate in "commercial holidays" …. Tseng finds a perfectly wrapped gift on his desk anyway, it's a custom knife with their names engraved on the blade + the box was filled with rose petals. Also Lazard discovers his favorite imported coffee already prepared on his desk. No card. Just a lipstick mark that match Tseng's lips and mysteriously look like blood.

• They maintain their usual professional distance at work, of course, as it's no place for romance or public displays of affection….Reno swears he saw them holding hands under the conference table during a meeting, and Zack KNOWS he saw Tseng shove Lazard into a broom closet, but Angeal just wrote it off as his "overactive imagination" even though Zack knows what he saw AND HEARD.

• The security cameras in a corridor corridor on the 49th floor mysteriously malfunction for exactly 7 minutes. Genesis swears he saw Lazard exit that same corridor later, fixing his tie, but he "didn't see anything" officially….. what he saw, he recounted to Sephiroth, who told him to invest in a diary and to stop reading erotica.

• The day continues with both of them claiming they're too busy for such trivialities …… except they have lunch together at a restaurant near the HQ where Lazard reserved a private table, and their conversations during the hour veer away from business and are replaced by unspoken truths and not-so-professional declarations of love.