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STRANGERS II - HIS DARLING BLUEBELL

I tried to be good. Am I no good? Am I no good? Am I no good?

If I'm turning in your stomach and I'm making you feel sick

part one here

summary: your victory tour has ended, and snow throws a party for you to let the bidding war over you begin. but as the time for the final deal draws closer, can president snow truly part with his favorite little victor?

pairings: president!snow x district6! reader

warnings: MDNI! swearing, heavy drinking, non/dub-con touching / kissing, choking, dub-con, fingering, oral sex, power imbalance, slapping, spitting, me trying to describe hair styles, let me know if i forgot anything!

notes: hope you enjoy part two! tysm for reading 🤍

You couldn't sleep without two bottles of wine at least while also baring the train car door with a chair to keep him out. He never came or else you would have heard the banging. He would have tried and most likely succeeded breaking down the door and once again violating your space. You knew it would only enrage him more, locking him out, but it gave you some sense of peace. Allowed you to find sleep underneath piles of blankets surrounded by empty cups.

You also knew if he asked you nicely you would open the door in an instant, and you hated that part of yourself the most.

The train had stopped a long while ago and you waited for someone to retrieve you. You had removed the chair and sat there peacefully until the Avox came within the room beckoning to follow. You did, you followed them off the train and onto the concrete platform. Taking a deep breath, the smoke from the train blowing off into the winds; you found strength in the scent, found yourself wishing that puff of smoke was blowing you away with it.

President Snow was gone leaving you in worried silence wondering what corner he would be lurking around.

The tribute center hadn't changed in the months you had been gone and the ride up the elevator was actually nostalgic. How different life had been back then, how afraid you were for different things. It dinged on the sixth floor allowing you off and your feet gravitated to your old room. You peered to the right, to the door that would never open again revealing the freckle faced boy you had come here with. He had died in the first five minutes of the games and you never knew his name too caught up in your own woes about dying.

"Good afternoon miss." A bright smile greeted you. "President Snow sent me." She was flanked by two others opening kits of instruments and fabric and colored makeup. She had her hand around your back ushering you to the bathroom. "Let's get you cleaned up for him hmm?”

The chill went through you; for him. It might be a figure of speech since he was the President and everything was always inherently his. You lived in his districts, you won his games, you would always be his property, and maybe that’s why he felt a right to your body too. You let them strip you, let them wax and pluck and shave down every part of you until your skin was raw.

They sat you down and styled your hair into elegant waves down your back slicking your bangs against your head and behind your ears to let your hair hang permanently over your shoulders and down your back. They airbrushed makeup onto your face covering your lids in gentle colors, putting a soft pink gloss on your lips. And finally when that was done, when they had rubbed your body down with sweet smelling lotions and perfumes, did they slip on the dress.

It was white, a slight sparkle to it when the light hit it, off the shoulder sleeves hanging against your biceps a slight cowl neckline and bodice that hugged your waist, cinching it in tight. The skirt stopped at your feet the two stylist sliding you into white heels.

"You look absolutely ethereal." The stylist mused running fingers along your hair to get it perfect, smoothing down any stray pieces. "An image of innocence." Your eyes flashed to her, pride gleaming in her face, but the others. They seemed sad, almost ashamed as they turned away from you. "Final touches." She slipped the red rose corsage along your wrist the disgusting smell wafting up to your face. "Perfect. Now wait here until he comes to fetch you."

They left like they came, quickly and without many words leaving you in a heart drumming silence. The room felt like it was caving in and suddenly your breaths were hard to find as panic choked you, the bodice of the dress squeezing your lungs. You spun, gripping the back of the chair to walk, soon grappling for the armchair wanting to rip this dress off so you could breath. You forced an exhale out wrapping your arms around the back trying to rip it off. You couldn't do this, couldn't go out there and let him sell you, let him sell your body. You could hear your heart beat throbbing in your throat as you stumbled over to the small cart holding liquor white knuckles holding onto it to stay standing. You snatched the cap off, throwing it across the room and chugged the burning white liquid down until your insides felt on fire, until most of it was gone.

You threw it at the window, watching it shatter to pieces, but the window never broke trapping you in with light reflected shards of glass. You grabbed a bottle of wine off the cart, fell to the floor with a sob, dizzy and heavy with grief. Maybe you deserved all of this after everything, after killing that boy, after surviving, after some elder family member had rebelled. You ripped the top off the wine and drank deep wallowing in self-pity until your doom came for you.

The door open and closed without protest, no chair would keep him out anyways. You listened to the short clips of his shoes as he came around and stood behind you like a shadow, like a guardian angel. He tsked, squatting down, turning your face towards him. He looked immaculate in a white suit, a single red rose pinned to his chest; a perfect opposite to your ensemble.

A single tear rolled down your cheek as you stared up at him with scared eyes, "Please." You whimpered. “Don’t make me go out there.”

He raised his eyebrow, an amused look on his face, "Oh my darling bluebell." His hold on your face tightened as he yanked you forward forcing you to throw your hands out to brace the floor, "My good little bluebell." His eyes flickered around your face, a cold rage settling in and then his hand was around your neck stealing the breath out of you. You gaped at him, mouth opening and closing trying to force the words out, trying to claw up his arm to pull him off, but he only yanked you closer, bodies flush as your vision split and blurred. "As it is given...it can be taken away." He hissed pressing a bruising kiss to your lips, his hand loosing, the gasp opening up your mouth for him to slip inside.

His tongue was dominating, shoving down your throat as he attempted to devour you whole. It was a mesh of teeth and tongue; his kiss starving, hungry, like the Capitol never gave him enough food and he was planning to eat you. Fingers were digging in, carving out a place for him to control, breath by breath he took out of your chest until finally he pulled back, a string of spit trailing between the two of you.

You opened your mouth to speak, to ask him why he was doing all of this, but the words failed as your wide eyes flickered around his face.

He stood up and went to the door leaving you waiting in a pile of tears and broken glass. He opened the door, "Call Tigris." He instructed to someone outside of the door. Then it closed again, and he took a deep breath, your eyes flashed up to him as he readjusted his pants, the hard bulge in them prominent. He clicked his tongue hands resting on his hips as he stared at the ground, and then down at you still shaking on the floor.

Then he threw off his suit jacket. "Fuck it."

He came striding forward once more with purpose, lust blowing his pupils wide. "No!" You cried out falling back on your butt, crawling backwards until your leg snagged on the dress and you went tumbling to the ground. You rolled trying to scramble to your feet, but his hand had wrapped around your calf where the old scar still sometimes hurt. You clawed and kicked at him, "Please!" The sob broke out, feeling him pushing the pretty white dress up, the unbuckling sound ringing in your ears too loudly. "I've been good! I've been so good." You shook your head as he pinned your legs down with his hips. "Please Mr. President sir," Tears rolls down your cheeks. "Haven't I been good? Your good girl, please don't do this." You tried to fake tenderness by running your fingers down his arm, but nothing stopped him. It all fell on deaf ears as his hands found the hem of your underwear and he began to pull down. You thrashed more, cried and clawed at him, but he seemed content to ravage you.

"Coriolanus." A woman's voice shot through the room and he stilled atop of you hands slowly leaving from under the dress.

He sighed, his forehead pressing into yours as if it had been such a ruined intimate moment. He began to climb off, straightening himself up again. "Tigris." He said smoothing down his hair. "Get her cleaned up I'll be back in a half-hour."

You laid there in silence listening to him leave, listening to the door close with his exit the sound throbbing in your head. She finally came around staring at you disheveled on the floor. "Come on." She grabbed your hand helping you up, and back into the chair in front of the vanity. It wasn't horrible considering all that had happened. Your lipstick was smudged with small marks of mascara tracks down your face, which she solved in a matter of minutes. Your hair had only needed a quick brush and more spray to fix. Then you were perfect again; like he had never touched you. The feeling remained; his hungry lips on yours, his devouring hands. Your lip began to wobble as water welled, "Don't cry." You blinked up at her, "Please." She whipped out a handkerchief and dabbed at the corner of your eye to prevent the liquid from spilling over. "Are you alright?"

You only stared at her with furrowed brows at the dumbest question she could have asked. You pushed her away gathering shaking breaths as you turned from her.

"He..." She sighed still looking at you. "He is...he just..." You glared at her over your shoulder and she dropped her voice, "I'm sorry he is doing this you."

"If you were sorry," You seethed letting your anger show. It was rare. "You wouldn't fix me up so he can sell me like a prized mare!"

Tigris frowned truly saddened by the words taking a step back like you had slapped her. "I'm sorry." She said again grabbing her things and beginning to retreat. "I'm sorry." She went to the door opening it, "Coriolanus." She said staring up at him. "Can I speak w-!"

"Go." He gritted out as she stumbled out of the door and into the hall. He slammed the door behind her. He stared at the closed door for a second, took a deep breath, then turned to take you in once again, "Perfection." He smiled as you slowly turned to fully look at him. He came forward and your foot slid back, "Oh my little bluebell." He mused continually moving for you. "I didn't mean to mess up your makeup." He took your hands in his not really offering anymore of an explanation. "Can you forgive me?" He kissed your knuckles staring at you expectingly from under his lashes.

What were you to say to the president of Panem? No?

"I forgive you, Mr. President, sir."

He beamed, hands coming around your face, "That's my good girl." His thumb caressed your cheek, "Now give me a kiss." You sucked in a breath and let him guide you to his mouth pressing your lips to his own. He hummed gently against you, tongue sweeping along your bottom lip, but he pulled back your gloss shining on his plush mouth. "Don't want to make us late." He pushed stray pieces of hair off your neck and tucked your arm in his elbow to lead you out of the room. "I have a few people I want you to meet..." He kept talking but you drowned him out as he walked you down the hallway his grip borderline painful.

He ushered you out into the hall with ohs-awes echoing around everyone straining to get a look at the Capitol's pet until the next games rolled around. Snow was speaking motioning to you and once everyone had toasted to him, the Capitol, the games did he begin to pull you around the room; a pretty accessory on his arm.

"Isn't she lovely." He said introducing you to a herd of men staring greedily. You stared ahead, far away as you heard him whisper about you, something about being well behaved, a few chuckles followed and pocket books opened, "Come," He opened his arm wide for you to walk forward. "Introduce yourself."

Your name sounded foreign, like it didn’t belong to you anymore as you shook their hands. "Nice to meet you sir," With each pleasantry and curtsy. It went around and around until you felt dizzy with each turn you made to meet someone new, someone who wanted to buy a body because 23 others had died. For some reason it made you curl against your fearsome President more as if he would stop these vultures from descending upon you; how ironic. You tugged on his hand to make him look. How dark his blue eyes seemed to get seeing you clinging to him like a savior.

"What is it?" He dropped his voice his hand patting yours.

You gazed up with pleading eyes, "I need a drink."

"Yes, of course." He leaned lower stroking your chin, "Not too much remember?" You nodded as he straightened up and smiled.

"Will you excuse me gentlemen?" You peered at the circle of buyers.

One had his arm wrapped around your bicep and your eyes flared up as he yanked you, "I can walk you over there."

No, no, no. You wildly searched for Snow behind his tall frame, and didn't have to look for long as a hand appeared on the man's chest, "Get your hands off her before I have them removed from your body." His voice was low. The man scoffed. This is what they were there for; me, and their president was stopping their grubby, money stained hands. Snow stepped closer, "Did I not make myself clear."

The hand fell off you and you rubbed the redness, "You promised that we-!"

"I didn't promise anything." Snow stood tall staring down his nose at the man. "Especially not to you." He waved a hand and you heard peacekeepers moving in, his eyes met yours, "Go."

"Mr. President, sir." You hid the shake in your voice as you slipped away hearing the whispers of praise about the view walking away was giving them. You didn't look back as you charged to the refreshments table grabbing the expecting flute from the servant's hand. You chugged it swiftly before anyone could notice and then forced them to refill. This time you drank it slower, body still lagging from the liquor you had drowned in earlier. If you kept in a constant daze everything felt a little more distant, like your drunk mind had made it up, fabricated the story.

"He sure does seem to like playing with you." Your head snapped to the young woman, the victor from District 4. "Mags," She smiled. She slid up besides you, nursing her own flute of champagne, "It gets easier."

"When?"

She chuckled, "When they get bored, when other victors emerge. You got bad luck, you're the first female victor since my games." Which was four games ago, "They're salivating simply to smell you." She took a sip from her flute, "You should have never told him you were a virgin."

Your eyes were wild. "H-How?" Don't stutter darling, your mother's voice, It isn't proper.

"You think he wouldn't 'leak' that to the posse he sells us all to?" Mags shook her head, "It's made mutts of them all."

"It was an accident." You took a shaky breath remembering that day on the train. "I thought something was going to happen and I wanted him to st-!"

Her hand grabbed your arm, "He's touching you?" Her grip grew firm, "Isn't he?"

You drained the flute to avoid her seeing your horridly confused face, "Did he not..."

"No, never." Her face held genuine concern. "Some minor comments, but no he never. Didn't parade me around on his arm, didn't coordinate outfits," Mags scoffed, "He made me wear this ugly teal thing as homage to my district." You couldn't speak, couldn't seem to settle yourself. "Maybe because of the whole new victory tour he felt he could get away with more. He does like his power-trips, and you're such a obedient little thing. His cock probably is straining in his pants just looking at you all pouty." You set the flute down holding your hand to your head to stop the thoughts from pouring out, dizzy with her words. They felt so brutal like the blows were hitting you in the heart. "Oh dear. I'm sorry I really never know when to shut-up." She turned you to face her, "It's alright. Here." She grabbed a fresh flute of champagne and forced it into your hands, "The first time is the hardest, after that it gets easier and once they get bored it will stop. You need to be strong okay?" Her hands ran down the skin of your arms as if trying to warm your soul. "It will be over soon. I'm here. I understand, all the victors do."

You drained your flute like it was the air you needed. "Why is he doing this to me?"

Mags only frowned sadly, "I don't know. I used to hear stories about him, before he was President. Rumors says during the 10th Hunger Games he was a mentor, but theres no proof, everything got wiped. Afterwards, he got shipped to District 12 for some rules he broke during school. When he came back he was different; he came back that man." Your eyes landed on him across the room, and he was watching you over the rim of his glass. "Something changed in him out there, and ever since he's been working his way to the top, keeping the Games, making them more brutal and publicized each year."

"What do I do?" You pleaded with her.

She tried to smile taking your hand, but it never reached her eyes, "Be careful. He's dangerous, and let's just say, I'm surprised anyone is going to bid for you seeing the way he keeps you so close." She had this look indicating she wasn't sure what was worse; the leeching men or Snow's protection. It wasn't sound advice, but you tucked it close because what else were you supposed to do; burn the Capitol down.

No one person couldn't do that.

You glanced back at him, anger laced in his stare as men talked at him.

You knew which was worse.

It was midnight by the time you stumbled into your room kicking your shoes off towards the far end of the wall and grabbing the brown liquor you had left from earlier. Your stomach garbled with hunger, but you just tossed the glass decanter cap away hearing it shatter behind you and pushed the bathroom door open. You turned the faucet on setting the glass container down to attempt to undo the bodice of the dress. You got half way down before you gave up unable to reach, too tired, too drunk, too ogled at to care. You climbed into the tub, decanter in hand, the water soaking into the fabric weighing you down as you slid into it. How pathetic. How was this the epitome of desire, a drunken, wet, sad little girl.

Maybe that was how they liked them.

You turned the water off with your foot as it sat just under your chin, wet hair floating around you. You took another long drink eyes heavy, brain swirling with everything Mags had told you tonight. You couldn't make sense of it all, not now, a part of you didn’t ever want to figure it out, it was simply too much to dissect and what good would it do. He was still going to sell you off to whoever he wanted until your name was a joke they spoke over whiskey.

Ugly red rose petals floated around you from the ruined corsage around your wrist. Your ears were underwater, the idea of drowning yourself more appealing the more sleep pulled you under. The water dulled the sound of the bathroom door closing, but there he was staring down at you in the bath. He was dressed down, his suit jacket gone, dress shirt unbuttoned at the top, his perfect hair slightly curled in some parts. He almost looked normal, handsome even if you allowed yourself to admire it. You picked your head up as he knelt beside the tub, "You could have called for help to take the dress off."

"I was impatient." You took a swig from the bottle a glare in your eyes.

"I can tell." He chuckled, his fingers dancing on the edge of the water, playing with soaked rose petals, urging you to disagree with the movement. "I saw you speaking to Ms. Flanagan.”

You glanced over at him. He was expecting an answer and you couldn't tell him the true meaning of the conversation or else Mags could get in trouble. "That it must be nice to be President Snow's favorite victor." You took another drink, "I told her that isn't true, it would be wrong of you to pick favorites."

He smiled to himself, "It isn't wrong; I do have a favorite."

“Did he not…"

“No, never.”

You knew he wasn't lying, knew in the way his eyes drank you in he wasn't lying. He took a deep breath, folding up his sleeves, coming around the back of the tub, "I did a lot of thinking." His hand came up to your neck, running down the wet flesh, fanning your hair out of the way. "And you were right." His lips were pressing against your jugular kissing down and across your shoulders his hands following the same trail.

"About what?" Your chest was rising and falling too fast vision blurring, brain clouded.

His mouth was against your ear, "You have been so good to me." He bit down on your ear. His hand was dipping further into the water until it was fighting your heavy skirt to get underneath, "And I've been so selfish."

You froze as you watched in horror as his hand disappeared underneath the skirts of the dress. He shifted his other hand coming around to float down your chest. He was under the hem of your underwear as your lips parted in a gasp feeling the slide of his fingers against your folds. Your hands were coming up to stop him, "Mr. President plea-!"

Two fingers sunk into you. You cried out, hips bucking at the contact, but his other arm slammed you back into the tub, "Shh, shh, it's okay." He whispered into your ear. "It will feel good." He kissed your neck, his other hands slipping under the neckline to grip your breast. You had your claws in his arm as he slowly moved his fingers inside of you.

Conflicting feelings began to arise within you, you felt fear at the intrusion, but your face burned as pleasure shot through your body. It shouldn't feel good, but he said it would, and so it did. Him touching you this way shouldn't bring a blush to your cheeks, an aching throb to your core. He was curling his fingers inside of you stroking a deep sweet spot you could never reach on the nights you had tried to explore your own body. At the same time his thumb brushed over your nipple kneading your breast into his hand.

You felt your hands slipping off of him.

"Let me make you feel good. I know you want to, can feel your pussy sucking me in." You chewed on your lip turning your face from him as your knees involuntarily curled up, spreading you open more for him, "There you go," his husky voice said in your ear as he once again shifted to push his hand inside further, the other squeezing your breast. You bit back the noise gurgling in your throat; no your body had betrayed you enough, you would not let him hear it too. "I saw you," He panted nearly engulfing you with his chest. "I saw you looking at me, clinging to me, begging me to save you from those men who want to take you from me." His thumb swirled around the sensitive bud between your legs and your hand shot up twisting into his shirt, toes curling, "I wanted to fuck you in front of them all, watch them drool as I take what is mine and not theirs." His thrust were vicious, his thumb pressing down, the other hand pinching and rolling your nipple. "Mine." He hissed against your hot skin.

You threw your head back against his chest the moan breaking from the confines of your throat. His eyes were there to greet you, his hand pulling off your breast to wrap into your hair forcing you to stay put, to keep staring at him. Because he wanted to see your face as he made you come undone, as he burned through you like wildfire. Yours eyes screwed up, fast pants leaving your agape mouth, and all you could do was keep his gaze as he brought you to the peak of ecstasy.

"Cum for me," He growled, "Be my good girl and cum right now." Maybe it was the trained etiquette built in, maybe it was him, but your body clamped down on his hand stars spilling into your vision as you came. It felt like betrayal; it felt wrong to let the pleasure leak out of your body as his hand stayed rooted within you. His mouth was on yours stealing breath from your lungs as he shoved his tongue between your teeth. It was possession and ownership and it was all his to command. His bit down on your bottom lip tugging until his teeth broke skin, and then he was kissing you again the taste of rust filling your mouth, brain unsure what to feel but the pain oozing from the open wound and the delicious pulsing between your legs.

You couldn't kiss him back. Couldn't do anything but lay limp in the water for him. You came down from the high he had given you confused as the bliss danced down your spine. Until finally his hand slipped out of you, the emptiness tugging in a weird place and you stared at him blankly. He kissed your lips again, gently like it would break you. Your bottom lip was trembling as he pushed you forwards undoing the rest of the dress. It felt so wrong, everything, he had violated you in a such a way and you had let him because your body couldn't avoid the pleasure he had made you feel

He pulled you out of the soaking dress, and picked you up from the bath, head lolling against his chest. You were naked and dripping when he placed you on the bed not caring enough to even dry you off as stray red petals clung to your skin. He was still pawing at you as you stared up at the ceiling, hands on your naked flesh, nails digging in where he wanted to grab. "So soft," You heard him mutter his mouth tasting along your body, drinking in your moisture.

Your head was somewhere else, the alcohol, the orgasm, the exhaustion was dragging you under. You couldn't quite see him anymore, "Please," You mumbled his tongue circling your nipple, fingers inside your sopping cunt once more. "I'm so tired." Tears were rolling down your cheeks, or was that simply water from the bath? Why were you crying if it felt good? He hadn't forced himself inside your mouth, inside you, he was rewarding you for your good behavior.

"Shh." He only hushed you. "Close your eyes." You did close your eyes unable to keep them open, a soft whine leaving your throat as he pushed your legs apart, "Look at you," His voice sounded underwater he was still speaking, but you couldn't hear him anymore his hand viciously thrusting inside of you. "Do you like that?"

You were whispering something, but couldn't feel the words your head being pulled into the pillow fingers clawing at him, for him.

"You do." You felt warmth between your legs and soon his head was there, his tongue licking up the center of you a smile beneath it all.

You orgasmed one more time before blackness pulled you under.

You awoke to an empty bed. You groaned barely able to open your eyes the air hitting your bare chest. He had left you here, alone and drenched in your own arousal. Your thighs were soaked and sticky his own pleasure splattered across your breast. You wanted to sob, each shaky breath hurt your ribs, but the tears never came. Because as you stroked your fingers through everything he had pulled out of you, you knew you had let this happen, you had let him do this to you. Your body had given itself over willingly to him as you rubbed the proof between your fingers. You wanted to feel shame; you wanted to feel broken, but all you felt was left over euphoria from what he had given you.

He had never fucked you; you would have known. You would feel the pain of something like that, see the blood as he broke through your maidenhead. No, he had just feasted on your flesh, drained every drop he could and abandoned you here. You rolled over, body sore from what he had done and slowly rose from the bed.

Then you padded to the bathroom, reran the bath, and soaked his touch off.

The stylist team came again, Tigris came again. Curling your hair, pinning it half up-half down, smearing on more makeup, and sliding you into a chiffon lavender dress. Another image of innocence; a sweet girl pliant for men.

"How are you?" She asked placing more foundation in a mark he had pressed into the flesh on your neck. He had tried to be careful, biting and bruising what no one could see loosing control most of the time, but you saw it. Saw the outline of every half moon cut he had made, the teeth indents of his mouth, the deep blues and purples littering your skin. He fashioned himself an artist; your naked body was his masterpiece signing his name is white pleasure.

You blinked up at her, "Why me?" You didn't think you could trust her with the knowledge Mags had told you; that he had never touched her, and instead singled you out.

Her brush slowed, "I don't know."

"I'm no one, just a girl from District 6." You glanced down as she pulled her hand back. "I'm nobody."

"You're not." She whispered. "You're a-you won." Her back was to you as she set down her things, "He..."

You waited until she turned back around to look into her eyes, "He's a monster." She saw some goodness in him that wasn't there and you had no idea why.

Tigris was abhorred. "I don't know why he's doing this. He's possessive and his obsession drives him mad sometimes. I don't know. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She packed her things quickly leaving the room in a panicked rush as you sat in silence.

An Avox came by an hour later leading you down the elevator and out where a sleek black car waited on the curb. Your heart stuttered as the door was held open for you a hand outstretched to help you inside. He was sitting within, red leather seats sinking you in. "How did you sleep?" He brushed a knuckle over his lips to hide the smirk as the door closed behind you.

"Good." You lied. It was deep, but waking up was jarring. You still felt the ache of his touch inside of you, the feel of his mouth wrapped around your clit. "Thank you Mr. President, sir."

His hand fell on your thigh. "I'm having you moved to the mansion." He told you, "I don't like you being so far away where I can't protect you." You swallowed the look in your eyes asking him, from what? "These men are desperate for you," He stroked your leg an attempt at a reassuring look in his eyes. "I'm afraid at what they might do before a deal is set. I want you close, where I know where you are all the time."

He wanted you in his cage, but he did have a point. "Thank you Mr. President, sir." Your heart thudded heavily in your chest. You didn't want a deal set, you didn't want other men hunting you down and taking more pieces of you. "Are we..." You gazed out the window. Are we going to one of them now, you wanted to ask.

"Yes and no; he'll come by the house later. I think you'll like him." He turned towards the window. "I want to show you something first." The drive was quiet. You were too afraid to ask anymore question in fear it would break your resolve further. He kept his hand on your leg and when the car stopped he held onto you tightly leading you away from the road towards his home. "You showed me yours; I think it only fitting I show you mine." He whispered close to your ear gripping around your waist as he led you down a side path towards what seemed to be a large greenhouse.

"Oh." You said staring up at it. It was a formidable beast defiantly more kept than your lousy garden at home. Was it even home anymore? You weren't quite sure of anything anymore. He had given you no inclination on when he would let you return. Perhaps when the 'deal' was set you would be allowed to leave until a new victor emerged. He opened the door for you leading you inside letting it click close. The room was covered in roses, just roses. "It's beautiful," You lied taking it all in. He had every color, but white roses took up most of the space, like they were beginning to dominate every root in the soil. It was too pristine, too clean to be anything but frighteningly horrid.

The greenhouse door locked into place, and your breath halted with it. You focused on a blooming white rose running your fingers along the soft petals. You don't know why the idea of being alone with him still scared you when he had seen you at your most vulnerable. "Did you enjoy last night?"

"The party was wonderful." You absentmindedly said; it wasn't what he was inquiring about.

He chuckled his footsteps slow coming closer, "Yes it was a nice party for you," He was standing behind you now. "Everyone was enchanted by you," He trailed his fingers down your skin. "They wouldn't stop talking about all the different ways they wanted to fuck you," His chest was pressing into your back as his hand slithered around your body coming up to your neck to grip your jaw, "But I got to taste your pleasure first, got to feel the softness of your tongue around my cock, got to hear all the pretty noises you make." Your throat bobbed feeling the hardness press into your backside as his thumb pressed into your bruised lip. "I know you enjoyed last night, my darling bluebell, by how drenched my face was buried in your sweet cunt for hours."

Hours. He had been there for hours between your legs, touching you, stealing from you, feasting on you while you were blacked out. You couldn't speak, couldn't move as the vision choked the air from you, his mouth dragging along the tense muscle in your neck.

"Do you still feel me down there?" He was bunching up the skirts of your dress. And maybe deep inside your brain it remembered him drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you because your body heated, your core grew slick. Treachery coursed through you at your body, at the fact it was less weary of him than you were. "You're fucking wet." He laughed as if he too was astounded by the moistness gathering in your panties as he rubbed his hands along the front of them. He became ravenous after then shoving his hand inside of you with such a force you fell forward. Potted plants clattered to the ground in a pile of dirt and glass, but he didn't care. He only shoved his hand deeper his body curling around you, enveloping you, "You're so fucking soft; like fucking rose petals." He pressed a third finger inside of you and you bit down on the scream, a small whine floating through the quiet air as he stretched you open. "You want my cock inside of you don't you?" He bit down on your neck, "You want me to fill you so badly, you want me to be the one to do it."

"No!" You cried out as he slammed your chest to the table the plants once sat on. The room was filled with the squelching sounds his hand made every brutal thrust into you, your arousal dripping down your legs. You gripped the table feeling him pulling your skirts up around your back, ripping off your underwear leaving you bare for him. You knew deep down your body would take him, suck him in greedily, allowing him to live there while you writhed in agony and embarrassment. Maybe it had something to do with the small power you felt that he was unable to control his desire for you, or maybe it was simple need. Wicked, cruel thing human nature seemed to be, she laughed at you while allowing him to take more, more, more.

You kicked your leg out trying to buck him off, but he slammed your head back down slapping your backside harshly, "Behave." He growled. You yelped as he slapped you once more his hand pulling out of you. He held you down by a large hand on your head as you squirmed, listening to him unsheathe himself.

"Please," You whimpered. "Please you don't want to do this. You-you said...you'll ruin me for your deal and-and-!”

He spit in your face the warmth of it landing along the corner of your lips and cheek. It trickled into your mouth and your tongue darted out for more. "Don't stutter." He yanked your hips back, "And be my good girl and fucking take it." You were crying now, crying as more wetness slipped out of you, crying as he ran his cock along your folds, crying as the tip of him lined up with your entrance, crying as you wanted him inside you so badly it burned.

A knock on the glass door stilled him before he could push inside of you and you nearly passed out from relief. "Sir?" Someone called inside, "Your guest has arrived."

You were taking large gulps of air every shake of your body rocking against the tip of him. "I'll be right there." He shouted back angrily. He was motionless behind you a deep frustrated sigh the only reminder he was there, a few moments from taking what he so desperately wanted it seemed. "Get on your knees." He pulled your body up and forced you to the ground, bare knees scraping in the broken glass. "Open your mouth." Your body relaxed as you took him; you knew this, you had been through this, you could take it, mouth moist from his spit. He wasn't as kind as before, if you could even call that kind. Forcing his cock to the back of your mouth, snapping his hips against your face as he yanked your hair around to move your head, "So good. So," Snap. "Fucking," Snap. "Good." He had your face buried within his skin as your tongue involuntarily swiped around him feeling his movements stutter at the unwarranted sensation. "You fucking like my cock inside your mouth." You weren't sure, but it was becoming familiar and the safer option, and you didn’t mind the taste of him. He reached down grabbing your hand pulling it to the shaft swirling around it with your palm, "Do it yourself sweet girl, do what I tell you."

So you did. You did what he wanted you to do, swirling your hand around the shaft, took his cock deeper until you gagged letting the spit spill out of the corners of your mouth. Your tongue ran along the head until his movements grew erratic and his thigh became taut hot ropes of cum spilling down your throat.

"Swallow it." He commanded snapping your jaw shut after he pulled out. "All of it." His breaths were heavy. You gazed up at him feeling the remnants trickle down your throat. His eyes were dark, demanding, obsessive. "I want you to kiss his cheek with my cum still on your breath." He left you on the ground as he went to the door. "Clean her up, get her ready for lunch." He called to some servant.

You glanced down at the dirt staining your chest from where he slammed you, the blood blooming on the dress from your scraped knees, your smeared makeup no doubt. You let them help you up and cart you back to the house.

An hour later, and now a pink dress covering your skin, you sat down at the table. It was a small thing, set to fit only six people in a small room cascaded in sunlight. The windows were open letting in warm air and a breeze that ruffled the curtains. He sat to the chair next to you cutting into his food while he spoke to you...buyer. The highest bidder.

The man was handsome, maybe a tad older than the darling President, but not by much. He had dark hair and darker eyes a slight shadow of a beard gracing his features. He wore a light blue suit that was almost tacky compared to Snow's deep green. You shook your head at the ridiculousness of comparing the two, comparing the buyer to the seller.

And yet, President Snow's presence comforted you, which in turn disgusted you. It gave you a headache and you drank dainty sips from your cup of sparkling wine hoping to avoid the feelings this afternoon was invoking from you. A mere hour ago he was shoving his cock down your throat, and you had savored the flavor of him. Now he was wanting money for your virtue. You glanced across the table once more.

You had won the games, and this was your peace they had promised.

There was no winning. Only surviving.

He left after an hour long lunch barely speaking to you at all, but when he left he grabbed you. He pulled you in close hand blatantly spread across your back side as he forced you to kiss his cheek. Could he smell it? Could he smell his President's cum stuck between your teeth?

When he left Snow had an anger to him which surprised you given the fact he was the one pawning you off, he should be happy.

Your eyes met, sunlight heating your back from the window as you watch his teeth grind together never looking away from you. Then your face began to fall, knees wobbling, at the realization of the reason behind his anger.

He forced you away without another word.

PART THREE HERE!

( its disgustingly smutty so bring holy water )

notes: this had WAY too much plot sorry lmao

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I need to get better at posting over here again. So here is the recent project! I was invited to contribute to an INCREDIBLE collaboration effort to show off some fantastic imaginations over on Instagram!

Together, we all came up with some fake movie posters! Everyone had their own unique genre, from Slasher to Supernatural, and I think we all had a BLAST creating our own posters. I know I did! I was out of town, visiting family while this happened, but I did have my traveling airbrush kit, some waterproof makeups, and my spooky contact lenses. I thought: What the heck? Why not? And made my Cryptid horror movie poster based off a childhood experience of having lakeweed wrap around my legs and ankles while I was trying to swim.

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sonseulsoleil · 2 years

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photoshoots of Kit Connor where his freckles have been either covered with makeup or photoshopped/airbrushed out are made by the devil

#why is that boy’s face so smooth #stop it #Kit Connor #it’s just very uncanny valley

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for the meta meme... michael's zombieisms/the Decay from physically dying from the scooper, how he looks and functions and lives with it, etc

send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on.

so this ended up being a. huge fucking post. and i haven't even covered everything. thank you to @rubensmuse for helping me break this down into digestible chunks, this wouldn't have gotten done without her. i hesitate to call this the zombie bible so let's call it. the zombie. pentateuch. with more to come, someday. beware of extreme gore below, but such is zombiefication.

part one: physical appearance.

initial wounds.

michael received two wounds from the scooper -- one in his skull ( the one we see in the cutscene, where the arm snaps at the camera and the screen goes read; this split the front of his head open ), and one in his torso ( to more efficiently empty him out ). his tongue survived, but his eyes were initially forced out of their sockets and then popped back in ( in terms of layering, you have michael's actual eyes, and then a layer of remnant behind them, and then ennard's eyes ). once space had been cleared in his torso and head, which involved shoving a lot of his brain out, they removed whatever muscles in his arms and legs prevented them from stretching out and puppeting his body. if a bone shattered, they tossed it; if it just broke in one or two places, they held it together and used it as an anchoring point to pilot him, filling in any leftover places with cables. you can imagine he kind of walks like a mess. their exit did a tone of damage to his throat, too, which is part of why his speech is so fucked ( he's just also permanently dry, since he doesn't produce saliva anymore ).

additional wounds.

as his skin began to dry and shrivel, he got a lot of tears, which he either sews or staples back together as needed. his cartilage is gone, so he's molded on a nose to help fill out his face ( more on that below ). his teeth can be very loose in his gums, especially after ennard launched out of his throat; he gorilla glues them back into place. getting the hard glue out of his gum holes when his teeth inevitably get knocked out again is sort of a nightmare. his hair and nails no longer grow, so he's very careful with them, because he doesn't want to replace them. he could and may wear a wig eventually, i haven't decided.

public appearance.

michael takes steps to conceal that he is a zombie. he wears rather heavy makeup, and will often layer on a medical mask, hat, scarf, bulky headphones, or any combination of the above. anything he can do to conceal his discoloration. applying this makeup can be difficult due to the quality of his skin; he actually purchases some mortuary-grade supplies to augment his kit, and did some research into how after life care was performed in funeral homes. i'd imagine that, once he got into the 2010s, youtube and tiktok were boons for him. not only did it teach him to do 'natural' makeup, a skill that he did not have from his punk phase as a teenager, but it helped him learn how to treat his skin in such a way that it wouldn't tear further, or accrue water damage from layers of wet product. guy who learned the term 'desairology' and started glowing. a couple of things he's picked up from mortuary vloggers are a semi-permanent false nose and a foundation/concealer airbrush. the first decade or so was rough for him, though, because he couldn't really walk into a funeral home and ask for help. back then, it was a lot of slathering on dollar store concealer and the most basic of contouring and using lipstick as single-tone blush and praying. ( extremely rare tiktok w? )

part two: physiological and mental impact.

social degradation.

we see in the sister location end cutscene that people are rightfully wary of michael when he's zero-makeup. when he starts doing his face, though, reactions can range between 'that man has a really bad skin condition, we shouldn't stare' and 'he's serving uncanny valley and i'm getting extremely uncomfortable'. i think, again, as we move towards some of the wackier looks of the modern day, he gets fewer stares. he occasionally will tell people who ask that he's had facial reconstruction surgery due to an accident, which usually smooths over the suspicion with sympathy ( though it does nothing for the discomfort, but that's part of life ). he tries to avoid spinning stories if at all possible, but he'll sometimes get frustrated with someone's reaction -- especially if it's over-the-top -- and start churning out a sob story about how he stepped on a landmine to serve his country, which will normally shut the average hurricane citizen up.

nevertheless, he is afraid to go outside. his whole 'living in the shadows' thing is in part due to extreme paranoia about being attacked for his appearance. it's a sharp contrast with how he was as a teenager, when he very much embraced an alternative aesthetic and welcomed the judgment of his community ( there are layers to that but now isn't the time ). once it's out of his control, and moreover tied to the end of his life, he stops embracing 'being different' and starts desperately trying to blend in. to that end, he doesn't go out often, especially in the summer when the smell starts to kick in and it's harder to bundle up. catch him out and about in winter!

confidence and sexuality.

being dead has really fucked with michael's self-confidence. setting aside his feelings about how he was murdered to focus solely on his post-mortem experience, his predominant feelings are shame and frustration. he's ashamed of his smell, he's ashamed of his discoloration, he's ashamed of how uncanny and misshapen he looks once his body starts to really break down and he loses that muscle he was so proud of. he's frustrated, because when he had literally nothing else, he had his body -- and this ties into his sex drive.

michael was and is hypersexual; for someone with very little autonomy, due to his family situation, his inability to hold a job, and his poor reputation in town, his sexuality was a means of expressing himself, and, more importantly, of feeling both desirable and in control. it was the one way in which he could use people's negative opinions of him to his advantage, by being 'forbidden' and therefore tempting. this is why it's important to me that mike be conventionally attractive before his death, because his body rotting is a loss in just about every way for him. his good looks, his bargaining chip in a shallow community that only otherwise wanted him for his mechanical skills, meant everything to him. in a household that offered very little by way of affection, sex was affirming for him. it fulfilled a basic human need to be touched and to be admired.

now, luckily, there are some freaks -- especially in the rp sphere -- who would fuck a zombie, and good for them! michael doesn't really have that before the pizzeria burns, but he has it now! everybody clap.

physiological degradation.

michael's physical processing has sharply declined. i try to have him teeter between supernatural and firmly scientific, and sort of judge based on the scene and the emotional stakes. i think, as a revenant, michael's emotions override everything else -- hence why he can snap and attack someone with force and speed that should be impossible. him having a frightening aspect to his zombiehood is important to me. in a lot of ways, he's serving as a vessel for justice on behalf of dead children; that, in my opinion, grants him certain rights in the cool superpowers department. however, to keep him grounded, if he doesn't hit that point of blinding rage, then he's fighting against a body that isn't really… designed to move anymore. he can have delayed reactions, he can fumble things, and it takes him time to do complex engineering that it wouldn't have in the past, because his fine motor skills are a crapshoot. he shambles. he loses his balance. he can still run pretty fast, but it's a downgrade from just how beast he was when he was human.

mental degradation.

his mind is being hit on two fronts: nerve damage, and mental/emotional damage. with so many dead or damaged nerves, his thoughts can be slow and disjointed. couple this with pre-existing psychotic episodes and you have someone who's not all there the majority of the time. in fact, the only time when he's really sharp anymore is when he's on shift as the night guard. everything clicks, then. that doesn't stop him from having intrusive hallucinations or delusions, but it helps. it gets him close to a 'flow state' where he can function without too much trouble.

emotionally, being one mind out of six total ( maybe more! ) did a number on him. he was smothered into silence in his own head for so long that sometimes he forgets that he can think. it almost feels like he has too much space, now. everything echoes, ideas feel far away, and the background noise that he became accustomed to is gone. compare this with him eating electronics to feel 'full' again. he was put under enormous physical and mental pressure, and then that pressure released suddenly, and he's not coping well.

that's it for this post. there's stuff here that i've gone into more detail with elsewhere, such as the mental impact of living with ennard. mike also has a totally different physiology in my post-sb au that's far more indulgent when it comes to my favorite zombie archetypes / themes; but in terms of game canon, this is basically what we're dealing with.

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belladoesmakeup · 1 year

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Hi guys,

Today we are chatting about one of my favourite facebase products ever! I have tried to buy dupes of this powder but haven't found anything that could match up to the iconic Laura Mercier Translucent Loose Setting Powder, £36.50. I adore this powder and I'm here to tell you why you need it in your collection!

This powder has been a viral sensation for years and personally I've been using it for 2 years + now. This powder has a instant blurring effect, 16H wear and iconic soft-focus finish with zero flashback, so many makeup artists rave about this product and use it in their kits. The powder feels so light on your skin and doesn't cake your makeup, the only thing I wish is that there was pressed powder version because carrying a loose powder around is a nightmare.

We all know how much I adore the Charlotte Tilbury Airbrush Flawless Setting Powder but I have to say I think I prefer this one more. Unlike the CT powder, this loose setting powder is truly translucent and doesn't effect the colour of my makeup after application. Creating a soft matte finish, my face looks amazing every time I use this powder regardless of the foundation and if you need a powder in your collection I couldn't recommend this more.

As always all products mentioned in my blog post are linked above!

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Beauty Hack 101: How to Best Use Face Powder

Introduction

A face powder can be a real game changer. It’s a magical tool in your makeup kit that helps set your foundation, control oil and shine, and even out your complexion. But with so many types and brands of face powders available on the market, it can be overwhelming to choose the right one for your skin type and tone.

That’s where Insight Makeup Essentials comes into play. As a one-stop cosmetic brand, they provide a wide range of beauty products for most skin types and skin tones. Their face powders, including their specially formulated compact powder for oily skin, are designed to give you that flawless finish you’ve always desired.

In this blog, we’ll guide you through the world of face powders, from understanding what they are to learning how to use them best. So, without further ado, let's get started!

What's a Face Powder?

Face powder is a staple in any makeup routine. It’s a type of cosmetic that is used to set foundation, control shine, and give your skin a finished look. It can be applied to bare skin or over foundation to give your makeup a smooth, flawless finish.

There are several types of face powders, each with its own unique benefits:

Loose Powder: This is a finely milled powder that is dusted over the face to set makeup and eliminate shine. It’s perfect for achieving a natural, airbrushed finish.

Pressed Powder: Also known as compact powder, this is a denser version of loose powder. It’s perfect for touch-ups throughout the day and is a must-have in your makeup bag.

Translucent Powder: Also called finishing powder, translucent powder is applied after setting powder. Finishing powder gives your skin a soft-focus, photoshoot-ready effect.

How to Choose the Best Face Powder for You?

Choosing the right face powder is crucial to achieving a flawless makeup look. Here are some tips to help you make the right choice:

Understand Your Skin Type: The first step in choosing the right face powder is understanding your skin type. For instance, if you have oily skin, a compact powder like the one from Insight Makeup Essentials can help control shine and give you a matte finish.

Choose the Right Shade: Choosing the right shade of face powder is just as important as choosing the right type. The powder should match your skin tone to create a natural look. When in doubt, it’s better to choose a shade that’s slightly lighter than your skin tone.

Consider the Coverage: Face powders come in different levels of coverage, from sheer to full. If you want to cover blemishes or discolouration, you might want a powder with more coverage. On the other hand, if you’re looking for a natural look, a sheer powder might be the best choice.

Test Before You Buy: It’s always a good idea to test the powder on your skin before buying it. This will help you see how it looks and feels on your skin and whether it matches your skin tone.

How to Apply Face Powder

Applying face powder correctly can make a significant difference in your makeup look. Here are some steps to guide you:

Prep Your Skin: Start with a clean, moisturised face. Apply your compact foundation and concealer as you normally would.

Choose the Right Tools: Use a large, fluffy brush for loose powder and a sponge or puff for pressed powder. Brushes provide a more natural finish, while sponges or puffs offer more coverage.

Apply the Powder: Dip your tool into the powder, then tap off the excess. Apply the powder in a pressing or rolling motion. Start from the centre of your face and work your way out.

Set Your Makeup: After applying the powder, wait a few minutes for it to set. Then, dust off any excess powder with a clean brush.

Finish Your Look: Apply the rest of your makeup as desired. Remember to finish with a setting spray to keep your makeup in place all day.

Bottom Line

Remember, the key to great makeup is not only having the right products but also knowing how to use them. And with Insight Makeup Essentials, you have a wide range of beauty products at your fingertips. Whether you’re looking for the perfect face powder, a compact powder for oily skin, or stunning highlighter makeup, they’ve got you covered.

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A Comprehensive Guide to Cleaning and Maintaining Your Beauty Blender

Beauty blenders have become an indispensable tool in the makeup kit of both amateurs and professionals alike. These versatile sponges seamlessly blend foundation, concealer, and other makeup products for a flawless finish. However, to ensure that your beauty blender continues to deliver optimal results, proper cleaning and maintenance are essential. In this guide, we'll delve into the intricacies of caring for your beauty blender, from cleaning techniques to storage tips, to help you prolong its lifespan and maintain its performance.

Understanding Your Beauty Blender: Before we delve into cleaning and maintenance, let's first understand what a beauty blender is and how it works. A beauty blender is a teardrop-shaped sponge made from a unique material that allows for seamless makeup application. Its soft texture and porous structure help achieve a natural, airbrushed look by effortlessly blending makeup into the skin.

Cleaning Your Beauty Blender: Regularly cleaning your beauty blender is crucial to prevent the buildup of makeup residue, bacteria, and other impurities that can compromise its performance and lead to skin issues. Here's a step-by-step guide to properly cleaning your beauty blender:

Wet the beauty blender: Before cleaning, dampen the sponge with lukewarm water. This helps to loosen makeup residue and makes the cleaning process more effective.

Apply cleanser: Choose a gentle cleanser specifically formulated for makeup sponges or mild soap. Apply a small amount of cleanser directly to the damp beauty blender.

Gently lather: Using your fingers, gently massage the cleanser into the sponge, working up a lather. Pay extra attention to areas with stubborn makeup buildup, such as the tip and the base of the sponge.

Rinse thoroughly: Rinse the beauty blender under running water until all traces of cleanser are removed and the water runs clear. Squeeze the sponge gently to expel any excess water.

Repeat if necessary: For heavily soiled beauty blenders, you may need to repeat the cleaning process until the sponge is completely clean.

Air dry: Place the beauty blender in a well-ventilated area to air dry completely before storing or using it again. Avoid storing the sponge in a closed container while it's still damp, as this can promote bacterial growth.

Maintaining Your baby blender: In addition to regular cleaning, proper maintenance is essential to ensuring the longevity and performance of your beauty blender. Here are some tips to help you maintain your sponge:

Avoid using sharp objects: Refrain from using tweezers, scissors, or any sharp objects to remove makeup residue from your beauty blender, as this can damage the sponge's delicate texture.

Use a protective case: When travelling or storing your beauty blender, consider using a protective case to prevent it from coming into contact with dirt, dust, and other contaminants.

Replace when necessary. Despite proper care, beauty blenders eventually wear out and lose their effectiveness. If you notice signs of deterioration, such as tears, cracks, or an uneven texture, it's time to replace your sponge with a new one.

Rotate your sponges: If you use multiple beauty blenders, rotate them regularly to ensure that each sponge gets equal use and has time to dry thoroughly between uses.

Store properly: Store your beauty blender in a clean, dry place away from direct sunlight and humidity. Avoid storing it in a makeup bag or drawer where it can come into contact with other products or surfaces.

Best Practices for Using Your Beauty Blender: In addition to cleaning and maintenance, adopting proper techniques while using your beauty blender can help prolong its lifespan and optimise its performance. Here are some best practices to keep in mind:

Dampen before use: Always dampen your beauty blender with water before using it to apply makeup. This helps to prevent the sponge from absorbing too much product and ensures a smooth, streak-free application.

Use tapping motions: Instead of dragging or swiping the sponge across your skin, gently tap or bounce it to blend makeup seamlessly. This technique helps to achieve a natural, airbrushed finish without disturbing the underlying skincare or makeup.

Clean after each use: To prevent the buildup of makeup residue and bacteria, make it a habit to clean your beauty blender after each use. This not only ensures hygienic application but also helps to maintain the sponge's performance over time.

Conclusion

Properly cleaning and maintaining your makeup blender is essential to ensuring its longevity and performance. By following the guidelines outlined in this guide, you can keep your sponge in top condition and continue to achieve flawless makeup application every time. Remember to clean your beauty blender regularly, adopt proper techniques while using it, and store it properly to maximise its lifespan. With a little care and attention, your beauty blender will remain your go-to makeup tool for years to come.

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juhib · 10 months

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Makeup, an art form that has evolved over centuries, involves a delicate dance of colors, textures, and techniques. To master this art, one must understand the importance of the tools and accessories that serve as the artist’s brushes and palettes. In this comprehensive guide, we explore the world of makeup tools, accessories, kits, sets, and the best products that every makeup enthusiast should have.

1. Makeup Tools: The Artist’s Instruments

Makeup tools are the unsung heroes of any beauty routine. From the humble foundation brush to the intricate eyelash curler, each tool plays a crucial role in achieving a flawless look.

1. Foundation Brush: The Canvas Creator: The foundation brush is akin to a painter’s brush, laying the groundwork for a masterpiece. It ensures even application, creating a smooth and flawless base for the rest of your makeup.

2. Blending Sponge: The Seamless Finisher: Blending sponges have become a staple in makeup kits for their ability to seamlessly blend foundation, concealer, and even powder. The damp sponge ensures a natural, airbrushed finish.

3. Eyelash Curler: Opening the Windows to the Soul: Eyes are the focal point of any makeup look, and an eyelash curler adds that extra oomph by lifting and curling lashes, making the eyes appear larger and more vibrant.

4. Eyebrow Brush: Shaping the Windows: The eyebrows frame the face, and an eyebrow brush helps groom and shape them. Whether it’s a spoolie for blending or an angled brush for precise definition, this tool is essential for well-groomed brows.

5. Blush Brush: Adding a Touch of Radiance: The right blush brush ensures that the rosy glow is applied precisely to the apples of the cheeks, enhancing the natural radiance of the skin.

6. Eyeshadow Brushes: Crafting Eye Masterpieces: Eyeshadow brushes come in various shapes and sizes, each designed for a specific purpose—whether it’s applying a base color, blending shades, or adding intricate details.

7. Lip Brush: Precision for Perfect Pouts: For precise lipstick application, a lip brush is indispensable. It allows for controlled and even application, defining the lips with precision.

2. Makeup Accessories: Enhancing the Glamour

Makeup accessories are the finishing touches that elevate a beauty routine from mundane to magnificent. These accessories not only add a touch of glamour but also serve practical purposes.

1. Makeup Mirror with Lights: Illuminating Perfection: A well-lit makeup area is crucial for flawless application. Makeup mirrors with built-in lights provide the perfect illumination, ensuring every detail is attended to with precision.

2. Makeup Organizer: Taming the Chaos: A cluttered makeup space can hinder the creative process. A makeup organizer keeps everything in order, making it easy to find and access your favorite products.

3. Makeup Brush Cleaner: Prolonging Longevity: Clean brushes are essential for a hygienic beauty routine. A makeup brush cleaner removes impurities, ensuring your brushes remain in top condition and your skin stays clear.

4. Travel Makeup Case: Beauty on the Go: For those constantly on the move, a travel makeup case is a lifesaver. It keeps your favorite products secure and organized, ensuring you can maintain your beauty routine wherever you go.

3. Makeup Kit vs. Makeup Set: Understanding the Difference

The terms “makeup kit” and “makeup set” are often used interchangeably, but they serve different purposes in the beauty world.

1. Makeup Kit: A Comprehensive Collection: A makeup kit typically refers to a comprehensive collection of various makeup products, tools, and accessories. It’s an all-in-one solution for those looking to build their makeup arsenal from scratch.

2. Makeup Set: Coordinated Beauty: A makeup set, on the other hand, often refers to a coordinated collection of products designed to work harmoniously together. These sets are curated with a specific theme or purpose, such as a travel-friendly set or a collection for achieving a particular look.

4. Best Makeup Products: Curating a Beauty Arsenal

The world of makeup products is vast, with new releases constantly hitting the market. While personal preferences play a significant role, certain products have gained cult status for their exceptional quality.

1. Best Foundation: A Flawless Canvas: Choosing the best foundation depends on your skin type and desired finish. Favorites like Estée Lauder Double Wear and Fenty Beauty Pro Filt’r offer a wide range of shades and long-lasting coverage.

2. Best Eyeshadow Palette: Infinite Possibilities: Eyeshadow palettes are a staple for creating diverse eye looks. Urban Decay’s Naked Palettes and Anastasia Beverly Hills Modern Renaissance are renowned for their pigmentation and versatility.

3. Best Lipstick: Pout Perfection: Finding the perfect lipstick involves considering factors like formula, finish, and shade. MAC Cosmetics’ Ruby Woo and Charlotte Tilbury’s Pillow Talk are beloved for their iconic shades and comfortable formulas.

4. Best Blush: Rosy Radiance: For a healthy flush, NARS’ Orgasm and Milani’s Baked Blush in Luminoso are celebrated for their universally flattering shades and buildable formulas.

5. Best Mascara: Lash Drama: Mascara is a must-have for accentuating lashes. Benefit Cosmetics They’re Real! and Maybelline’s Great Lash are popular choices, providing volume and length.

Conclusion: Crafting Your Beauty Masterpiece

In the world of makeup, tools, accessories, kits, sets, and products are the building blocks of artistic expression. Whether you’re a makeup enthusiast or a professional artist, understanding the purpose and quality of these elements is key to unlocking your beauty potential. As you curate your beauty arsenal, remember that makeup is not just about enhancing features; it’s a form of self-expression and creativity.

Get ready to embark on a journey of beauty, armed with the knowledge of the best tools and products. The canvas is yours—paint it with the colors of glamour and confidence. For the best Beauty, makeup products, and makeup tools visit Sabezy.com.

1. Makeup Tools: The Artist’s Instruments

Makeup tools are the unsung heroes of any beauty routine. From the humble foundation brush to the intricate eyelash curler, each tool plays a crucial role in achieving a flawless look.

5. Blush Brush: Adding a Touch of Radiance: The right blush brush ensures that the rosy glow is applied precisely to the apples of the cheeks, enhancing the natural radiance of the skin.

7. Lip Brush: Precision for Perfect Pouts: For precise lipstick application, a lip brush is indispensable. It allows for controlled and even application, defining the lips with precision.

2. Makeup Accessories: Enhancing the Glamour

Makeup accessories are the finishing touches that elevate a beauty routine from mundane to magnificent. These accessories not only add a touch of glamour but also serve practical purposes.

3. Makeup Kit vs. Makeup Set: Understanding the Difference

The terms “makeup kit” and “makeup set” are often used interchangeably, but they serve different purposes in the beauty world.

4. Best Makeup Products: Curating a Beauty Arsenal

4. Best Blush: Rosy Radiance: For a healthy flush, NARS’ Orgasm and Milani’s Baked Blush in Luminoso are celebrated for their universally flattering shades and buildable formulas.

5. Best Mascara: Lash Drama: Mascara is a must-have for accentuating lashes. Benefit Cosmetics They’re Real! and Maybelline’s Great Lash are popular choices, providing volume and length.

Conclusion: Crafting Your Beauty Masterpiece

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