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satansapostle6 · 4 months

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The Best of the Worst | Charlie Kelly

Charlie Kelly noticed the pretty blonde girl just as Dennis Reynolds tried to make her into another one of his conquests.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Violence. Sexual content.

Part One

Part Two: Juliette Loses Her Job

Juliette Grant was late for work. She hated her job waitressing at Guigino’s. It was one of the most boring and irritating jobs she’d worked. The only reason she’d stayed this long was for the decent pay. Otherwise, she probably would’ve quit a year ago.

But for some reason, she’d decided the almost good money was enough for her to deal with the frustrating hours and irritating customers. The day before, when she had met a guy named Charlie Kelly, she had had a rare experience of a customer willing to acknowledge his friend’s poor treatment of her, and an even rarer experience of a guy who liked her who was actually nice.

“Juliette?”

Juliette turned as she finished setting down a plate of spaghetti for a customer to find one of the waiters, Danny, was standing behind her.

“Yeah?” she asked.

“John wants to talk to you,” her coworker informed her.

The manager at Guigino’s.

“What does he want?” Juliette questioned.

Danny just shrugged. “I don’t know.”

Juliette rested her hands on her back, sighing as she walked off to the back office to speak with her manager. She walked out of the office about ten minutes later, a thousand yard stare on her face.

“Hey,” Lexi, one of the other waitresses that she’d made casual work friends with, said as she approached her. “What happened?”

Juliette slowly turned to look at her, unable to zone back in.

“I just got fired.”

*****

An hour later, Juliette was still outside of Guigino’s, sitting in the back alley and smoking. No one approached her for the entire hour that she was outside. She hardly even saw anyone pass by, until she heard someone clear their throat.

“Hey…”

Juliette slowly looked up, face stained with mascara-coated tears.

“Hey!” Charlie Kelly exclaimed, immediately flopping on his butt to sit next to her in the dirty alleyway. “What’s wrong?!”

Juliette looked at him as she sniffled tearfully, barely able to speak.

“I—”

Charlie waited patiently as she cried, choking on her words.

“I got fired!” Juliette sobbed, still holding the lit cigarette.

“Why would they do that?!” Charlie cried out automatically.

”I don’t know!” she wailed. “They just… got mad at how many smoke breaks I was taking! And then this other waitress started a rumor that I do heroin…!”

“Oh my God, that’s horrible!” Charlie exclaimed. “What a bitch!”

“I know!” Juliette sighed, looking down at herself shamefully.

Charlie frowned empathetically, trying to help clean her up as his way of being helpful. He reached for the lit cigarette in her hand, which was still suspended in midair.

“Do you mind?”

“Yeah,” Juliette nodded, still sniffling as Charlie took the cigarette.

But instead of taking a drag like she thought he was going to, Charlie took the cigarette from her and lightly ashed it, so that he could save it for her. He held the half-smoked cigarette in his hand as he looked at her, saddened by the way the tears stained her face.

“Can I…?”

“Yeah,” Juliette nodded somewhat pathetically.

Charlie sighed, licking his thumb as he gently rubbed at her face, trying to wipe away the tears. Normally, Juliette would’ve found this behavior from a stranger to be a bit disgusting, but in this case, she found it was endearing and reminded her of her grandmother.

“I gotta get this off,” Charlie mumbled to himself, “You’re so pretty…”

Juliette looked at him, smiling slightly at the genuine compliment.

“Sorry,” he said immediately, feeling guilty.

“It’s okay,” she murmured.

Charlie cleared his throat again, stopping as he tried to think of the right thing to say.

“Did your manager yell at you when he fired you?” he asked her.

“No. He’s a good guy… He said he didn’t really wanna fire me, but the other waitress threatened to get corporate involved,” she told him.

“Oh. Well, at least he didn’t yell at you,” Charlie offered with a certain naïveté. “Dennis yells at me all the time. So does Dee. And Mac. Almost everyone,” he concluded, still sounding oddly chipper.

“That sucks,” Juliette said sadly.

“Yeah. It’s whatever, though. They’re my friends,” he shrugged it off.

He sat silent for a while, trying to think of something good to say. Charlie never knew what to say to people, especially more normal people; it seemed he was always saying the wrong thing. It had never really bothered him before, but just this once, he wanted to say the right thing and sweep the girl off her feet. Or at least comfort her in the moment. That, he figured, was the most important thing.

“Are…”

Charlie tried to come up with the right way to say what he wanted to say as Juliette waited patiently.

“Are you my friend?” he asked her.

She nodded, finding herself more than willing to be friends with him.

“Yeah. Yeah, I am.”

*****

Juliette unlocked the door to her apartment, letting Charlie in before her.

“This is your place?” he asked, looking around in awe.

“Yeah,” she nodded, shutting the door behind her.

Charlie wandered into her small living room, full of framed movie posters and leather furniture.

“It’s… really nice,” he stared at every individual thing in the room. “Are you rich?”

“No,” Juliette chuckled, “Far from it.”

“Your place is pretty nice,” Charlie told her, “Way nicer than mine. I’m surprised you let me come here.”

“Why?” Juliette wondered. “We’re friends, aren’t we?”

Charlie smiled, liking hearing her say it.

“Yeah. Yeah, we are,” he nodded enthusiastically, a wide smile on his face.

“Normally, I don’t let men I just met into my home the day after I meet them, but… You seem cool,” she said finally.

“Huh,” Charlie remarked, seeming surprised.

“What?” Juliette questioned.

“No, nothing, it’s just… People don’t usually think I’m cool,” he explained.

“Well, I do,” she promised him, setting her purse down. “But, I’ll admit, I do have one question.”

“What is it?” he asked.

“Why… were you outside Guigino’s today?” she wondered, looking into his kind brown eyes.

Surprisingly, Charlie was quick to answer.

“To see you,” he concluded, as if it wasn’t so hard to understand.

Juliette found herself wanting to smile.

“Why?”

“Because… I like you?” he thought, hoping it was the right answer.

“You do?”

“Well, yeah,” he nodded. “You’re cool, and you’re nice, and I just… I wanna, like, get to know you and stuff.”

“‘Get to know me’ like how?” she asked quietly.

Most guys would have said something sleazy or not true by this point, but not Charlie.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “Like… know your birthday, or your favorite food, or your favorite game to play.”

Juliette couldn’t hide the look of pure joy on her face, laughing involuntarily. Charlie had to have been the most pure person she had ever know.

“What?” Charlie asked nervously.

Everything about this had seemed unfamiliar to him, until he heard someone laughing at him.

“What?” he questioned. “What did I say?”

“Oh, nothing, nothing,” Juliette promised him in a hurry, trying to reassure him. “Just…”

She sighed after a moment.

“October thirteenth, french fries, and poker.”

Charlie was confused for a moment, until he realized what she was responding to.

“Okay,” he nodded excitedly, “Okay! Cool!”

“So…” Juliette began, giving Charlie her final test as a potential male friend or love interest. “What do you wanna do?” she asked him.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged innocently. “Watch a movie, or something?” he suggested.

Juliette nodded willingly. “Yeah, sure. Anything specific in mind?”

“I don’t really know that many movies,” Charlie admitted sheepishly.

“Have you ever seen Donnie Darko?” Juliette asked him.

“No,” he told her, “But I want to.”

“You’ve heard of it?” she asked.

“No,” he responded truthfully. “But you like it, right?”

“Yeah, it’s one of my favorites,” she nodded.

“Then I wanna watch it.”

Chapter Three

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enashinonome · 3 days

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ayayayayyaayaka makeup recommendations? idk if you're a big makeup girlie but i've always wanted to tryyyy to get into it! i hate super heavy stuff and i was wondering if you knew of any

hii yes !! tbh the most i wear is mascara, lip gloss, and blush, with the occasional tinted sunscreen. i really like the soft, flushed igari look so i mostly try to find that sort of makeup. general brands i like are glossier, rom&nd, peripera, and canmake.

mascara: ♡ heroine make mascara is my number one! i use their brown mascara for a softer look, but i’m pretty sure they have other colors, too. ♡ the clio kill lash mascara is really good too !

blush: ♡ glossier cloud paint! really pigmented, paint-like sort of blush :3 ♡ the fwee pudding pot ☁️ the texture is really light and airy, and it works well on both your cheeks and lips!

lips: ♡ rom&nd’s glasting melting balm is a rly nice lip balm! expect a lot from this brand in this section ♡ rom&nd’s glasting water tint is a really light formula that stains! ♡ rom&nd juicy lasting tint comes in a ton of different colors and smells delicious 🍎 ♡ peripera’s water bare tint is similar to rom&nd’s glasting water tint in that it’s also light and leaves a stain :3c ♡ peripera ink glasting lip gloss is rly nice and has this gorgeous shade remniscent of cherry cola (06 - made it)

i don’t wear eyeshadow but i do know rom&nd has some nice palettes, and canmake has cute eye glitters as well but their shades aren’t as inclusive. i’m pretty pale for a filipina but a lot of their products make me look ashy. for the most inclusive shade range, check out glossier—their makeup is really light and even on the website they have photos with models of many skin tones. i hope this is sufficient!

#💌#other brands i know are amuse and daisque but i don’t have any of their products so i wouldn’t be able to comment on them #i’m generally drawn to the quality and shades that rom&nd offers so they’re my go-to kbeauty brand

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virtuouswhitehatorganization · 4 months

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Heederific

[A group of heroes signed up to do a celebrity hero challenge event which is lead by Melissa Lead and they are then told they will have a surprise contestant during pre-rehearsals.]

Melissa Lead: She's 200 pounds of sassy in a 90-pound package and she's wearing 12 pounds of mascara it's... Miss Heed !!!

The hero group: What? Her?!?

[The curtains are pulled back, out reveals Miss Heed, and she starts singing.]

Miss Heed: Heed-Heed-Heed-Heed-Heederific, is my name Dishing dirt is my game Invading your TV with my Heedelicious frame!

[ G-Lo who is the only one who wants her here sings enthusiastically.]

G-Lo: Heederific, ! S-so terrific!

[Miss Heed continues her boastful singing.}

Miss Heed: I'm fa-fa-famous, famous!

[Eflora is angry once again that Miss Heed gets to barge her way into a competition with no merit on her own.]

Elflora: This is so against the rules Does Mellissa think we're a bunch of fools?

[Melissa brushes her off and leaps on praises on Heed.]

Melissa Lead: Rules? This ain't no Sunday School! Miss Thang up there's a rating's jewel!

[G-Lo continues to give her support while others like Kamo looks on in absolute disgust.]

G-Lo: Heederifc

Kamo sticks out her tongue: M-M-Make me si-ick!

[Miss Heed continues to sing without giving notice to their complaints.]

Miss Heed: I'm fa-fa-famous, famous!

[She calls her agent to get a very specific coffee order.]

Miss Heed: Get me a half fat, no foam latte steamed to a hundred-two, heat! I'm quite specific.

[G-Lo still dreamily singing her praises while Konan just rolls his eyes in disgust.]

G-Lo: Heederific

Konan: So-so horrific

[She continued singing until she was cut off by a question by Incinemiau.}

Heed: I'm fa-fa-fam–

Incinemiau: What she doing here again?

[Miss Heed got angry and started to rant angrly.]

Miss Heed: What am I doing here? What am I doing here? What am I doing here? What are you doing?I'm most popular heroine around! I was the winner for the Heroic Honesty reward! I won over you and the others for the "New Dawn" competition!

[Miss Heed huffs and boasts about herself until she accidentally slips on her butt with only G-Lo looking worried for her well-being.]

Miss Heed: It's a fact and scientific, that I'm still Heederific

[Kamo and Elflora both laugh at her misfortune.]

Both: She's not so that. Turns out she's not so that!

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(I totally see Miss Heed bribing her way into a competition to get her recognition back after her father covered up her crimes and everyone who knows who she really is can't stand her butting into things due what she did to them.

Again I included Incinemaiu, Konan, and Elflora because they so were drugged so she could win the competition for "New Dawn" when she wasn't even a participant in order to make herself seem so good she didn't need to even compete.I still think they would be one of the heroes who would hold a grudge against her the most.

Also totally see G-Lo still naively believing she's the best despite everything to the contrary.)

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eveshyper · 1 year

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All in The Flesh -epilogue-

I always thought the dynamic of power fascinating. Need and demand. The one in need always looking up to the one with means. Nothing can have value without being an object of utility, said Marx, apparently. Sell me this pen, Jordan Belfort asks Bo Bodnick. Come closer, demands Hannibal. What did you do, asks the police officer. Nothing can really work if there’s no one to obey, to give the right answer, do the right move, give the missing piece.

I don’t know what happened, but I know something will. I can feel it. I’m scared as things get worse by the second. The things we found, we should have left it all there, should’ve never said anything, to anyone. I don’t know if I trust Nico anymore. I’m worried for them, really worried. And I’m afraid of what they’ll end up doing.

I should’ve stayed home; I shouldn’t have come.

Hyde was having the time of their life. The bass, blasting in their ears, so loud the song itself was unidentifiable. There were only vibrations, moving the crowd along, the smell of expensive perfumes and sweat made the atmosphere feel hundred times hazier when mixed with the flashing lights and erotic-induced humidity.

Before getting drunk they were admiring the beauty of the adolescence madness. The need for escapism. For some it was drinking, drugs, smoking and snoring, others found comfort in flirting and sexualizing their own bodies, kissing whoever gave consent, and sometimes, who didn’t. Girls and others escaped their turbulent minds in a never-ending search for male validation and praise, using miniskirts and tight tops that were definitely too uncomfortable for their own taste. Of course, you could find some girls that weren’t in that subconscious treasure haunting, the girls that were called “nerd whores’’ or “dy—s” around the corridors, which for some wasn’t wrong, but still makes you wonder what goes through a college jock’s mind besides slurs and boobs.

At first, the party was insufferable, too hot, too crowded, the music was too loud. That only lasted for 3 shots of vodka and a smoke off of someone’s blunt. Hyde’s head was too heavy to give into the foolish mindset of it all too easily, she needed something stronger. Not 20 minutes later, they were on hunching over a small coffee table near the walls. Hyde could hear a group of people screaming encouragement to her while they organized the powder in thin lines, conscious enough not to laugh on top of the newly bought heroin, but not enough to realize they needed to stop. First line was gone, then the second, third and fourth. Their brain sparking with artificial euphoria, finally the weight on her shoulders and hands was lifted, finally a moment when their faces, filled with terror, disappeared. They felt at peace, at last. They knew what they had done was wrong, gruesome, but nothing could’ve stopped it, not the police, not the teachers. They were at peace with it all, and from that moment until the sirens started to substitute the loud music around the space, they were it all.

-So, Hyde Willows. Why don’t you tell me about tonight? - the police officer asked, emotionless. There was no doubt they had done it, Officer Fei knew that, but the motives and actions behind the crime were still unclear. 3 students, all from Hyde’s social circle and 1 teacher, were all found dead. The display of their bodies, how calculated it was, how it seemed so meticulously planned, everything from the time of their death to the reason of death. All of it seemed too much to have come from that kids brain, that wasted college kid in front of her, who has not said a word for the half hour they have been together, the same blank stare stuck on their eyes, mascara and lipstick all smudged, sweat sticking their black hair to the cheeks. More silence filled the room -Great, anything else? - She bluffed, getting up, pretending to leave, maybe something could spark out of her, but to no avail. The cold in the interrogation room seemed to pierce through Hyde’s skin, Fei saw their body hair get up and their body shivering slightly, but apparently not enough to sober them up.

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top-tier-tickles · 1 year

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Princess Luzura of The Boiling Isles

Chapter 3! Of course, this is going slowly because the first few episodes of TOH are mostly slice of life adventures, but we'll get there 😉

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Chapter 3: To Be Chosen

Luzura sat at her desk, staring at the clothes she laid out last night. Was she really going to do this? Yesterday was like nothing she had ever experienced, she could barely sleep throughout the night. She wanted to know more. She had to know more.

Breakfast was awkward that morning, her father commenting how she was oddly quiet. But Luzura couldn't speak a word for fear of ratting herself out.

Now there she was, tying multiple bedsheets to each other to make a stealthy escape out of her window. She tossed it out, thankfully it was long enough for her to climb out without injury. Luzura exited through her window, slid down the roof of the castle, and made her way through the forest.

She approached the Owl House, surprised that Hooty hasn't said anything when she showed up. She knocked on the door. No response.

She knocked again. Nothing.

One final rap on the door, and a voice could be heard from inside.

"Cool it! Cool it, I'm coming!"

The door creaked open, Eda sleepily cracked her eyes open to see who disturbed her slumber.

"Eda the Owl Lady. I, Princess Luzura, would like you to teach me magic!" Luzura said, having rehearsed that line about a hundred times.

Eda yawned, rubbing her eyes, her mascara still on from yesterday.

"Who are you, again?" She finally asked.

"Huh?"

Eda ignored her, walking back inside and into her kitchen, Luzura following behind.

"I'm Luzura, remember? We freed the oppressed and defeated the evil warden together? Yesterday?"

"Easy, kid. I haven't even had my cup of apple blood yet."

Luzura didn't reply, instead excusing herself to the bathroom. She looked in the mirror, eyeing her features. Her brown eyes were wide, complementing her light brown skin, there was something missing, Luzura just knew it!

She reached into her pouch, pulling out her Good Witch Azura book, scanning the green-haired heroine on the cover.

"Hmmm." She had the robe, as she was wearing a black robe above her normal clothes.....Aha! A hat! She needed a hat!

"Hello your majesty!" Hooty suddenly screamed, making Luzura smack him in the face.

"Ouch! I was just wishing you a good morning! Sheesh!"

"Sorry Hooty!" She apologized, returning to her task at hand.

Luzura peeked inside the hall closet, praying that Eda had witchy hats stored somewhere. Luckily, there was a whole stack on them, right in the corner.

She returned to the kitchen, Eda sitting on the table drinking put of her mug while King sat on a chair, poking at some scrambled eyeballs with his fork.

Luzura couldn't help but run up and hug him.

"How's my little cutie pie, huh?" She cooed.

"Ugh, I am not your cutie pie!" He squirmed.

"Yes you are!~"

"*Sigh*..I know..."

Luzura let King go, turning back to Eda.

"Remember me now?"

"Hm? Psh, of course kid! How could I forget?"

Luzura squealed with excitement, and immediately began ranting off a billion questions at once.

"Teach me some spells! When do I get my own magic staff? Should I have brought my own runes? Do you have a dangerous magic quest for me?!"

"Wait, kid. Yesterday you showed me that you don't have any powers..."

"Weeell, maybe I just need a good kick! Something that'll spark my magic into action! Like- Like-"

"Woahwoahwoah. Slow down, kid. Being a with doesn't happen overnight. And right now you're just wearing a bathrobe and the dirtiest traffic cone I've ever seen." Eda snorted.

Luzura took her hat off, blowing the dust away, only for it to reveal itself as a filthy, bent traffic cone. King laughed when this was discovered.

Eda drank the last of her apple blood, wiping away the red liquid on her lips.

"But magic staff, eh? How come you don't already have one?"

Luzura stayed silent, she didn't know why she was never given a staff. Her father had one, the coven leaders had staffs, and other important figures of the Boiling Isles had staffs. Why didn't she have one?

With her lack of an answer, Eda finally said, "Magic staff, come to me!", extending her hand.

Silence, followed by a series of crashes as the owl staff rushed towards the old woman, smacking her in the face.

Eda struggled to grasp the staff, finally sighing as she got a hold of it.

"It's early..."

"Now, witches usually are awarded their staffs from school. With me as your teacher, you'll be taking a different approach." She grabbed a sack filled with glass bottles filled with potions.

"You'll have to actually work for it."

Eda began walking through the living room, towards the front door, Luzura ditched her robe on favor of her purple royal shirt, and followed with the sack.

"I run a few small businesses. On weekends I offer human artifacts the Owlbert drags from the human realm." She picked up a sword off the mantelpiece, pressing a button on it. The sword's artificial blade lit up, speaking: "I shall smite my enemies! Ages 6-11." Before Eda tossed it away.

"But most of the time, I sell only the finest homemade elixirs and potions." Luzura dug into the bag, pulling out a bottle.

"Snake oil?"

"Yup! Nobody wants an unoiled snake! Follow me." Eda lead the princess to the balcony, having a perfect view of Boneborough.

"Today you'll deliver packages to that town. But be careful, I have rivals everywhere who'd love to take my business down, and you along with it. And I can imagine those guards wouldn't be too happy to figure out their princess has gone missing. So wanted a dangerous magic quest? Sister, you've got one." Eda said.

"I won't let you down, Ms. Eda." Luzura turned, only for the bag to slip and fall to the ground, shattering the bottles.

"I'm sure." Eda said.

They went back inside, Eda repackaging her potions while Luzura made a plan to avoid being spotted. She'd have to stick to the shadows, and she had to do this quickly if she wanted to make it home in time for dinner.

"Alright, kid! You're good to go!" Eda handed her a new bag and pushed her out the door, "Remember, never befriend a man in sandals and always measure twice, but once."

"Uhhhh..."

"Good luck!" Eda slammed the door shut. She spotted king curled up on top of a chest, sleeping.

"Hate to interrupt your power nap, but you gotta go with her."

"What?! But I just found the perfect spot, why do I have to go?!"

"You and I both know that she'll either get lost or eaten. Probably both."

"I will not!" Luzura screamed through the window.

"And because you work for me too. Unless you want to start paying rent?"

King growled, hopping down and walking out the door.

"Be back by nightfall or risk mortal peril!" Eda yelled, slamming the door once again.

"Have a nice trip!" Hooty said.

King sighed, "Let's get this over with."

They made their way back to the town entrance. Luzura gasping at all the sights there.

"Hey, y'know it's rude to stare." King said.

"This is only my second time seeing all of this. It's incredible! And I'm gonna be the ruler of this someday?"

"Well that's kinda how the royal line works, right?"

"But that's just it! There's gotta be a reason! Why am I here? What if I, Princess Luzura, had a predetermined path of greatness? Just. Like. Azura!"

"Heh, yeah. Did Azura's path to greatness involve her delivering boil cream?"

"Today, I'm delivering packages. But tomorrow I'll be earning the respect of everyone on the Boiling Isles with my magical prowess!"

"And what would the emperor say when he finds out about all this?"

Luzura went quiet. She knew how angry her father could get if he knew about this. Maybe she should hold off the magical prowess for the time being."

"Besides, the Boiling Isles is nothing but a cesspool of despair!" King said.

"I cesspool of delight, you mean!" Luzura slung the bag over her shoulder, scoping out the crowd of shoppers. She spotted a centaur inspecting a gourdbeast egg. Bingo.

"What has four hooves and wants to buy a potion? This guy." She pitched, giving him the good ol' finger guns.

"Uhm. My eyes are down here." He put the egg down, pointing to the face on his chest.

Oh.

Luzura decided to put that behind her, and make their way to the first house. She rang the doorbell, only for it to clamp down on her hand and slowly start eating her, luckily, King yanked her out before she got digested.

More and more houses, more and more near disasters, who knew such a quaint little town could be so deadly. As they made it to the second to last package, King tugged on Luzura's sleeve, pointing to a Not Dog stand.

They sat on thesidewalk, King chowing down on his not dog, and Luzura staring at the cover of her Azura book.

"Whelp. I've had enough delight for one day." King said.

"I don't get it. I thought being a young newcomer discovering a town like this would make me special, but apparently it just makes everyone either yell at me or try to eat me." She sighed, cracking open the book to a picture of her hero being sent on a quest.

"At this point, Azura had already been sent on a magical journey. Where's my quest-granting wizard?" She pouted.

"Yeah, I don't think anyone here is that well dressed."

Luzura sighed again, picking up the sack and bringing out the delivery list.

"Let's just finish this last delivery and head back to the Owl House." Despite all the peril, they had made great time. If this was the only thing Eda needed her to do today, she'd be home way before dinner.

She followed the alleyway, lifting a curtain and gasped. Behind that shag was a glorious castle, the sun seemed to shine a heavenly glow upon it, almost magical. It was calling to Luzura.

They rang the gold-plated doorbell, and the fifty-feet-high doors slowly swung open, revealing nothing but darkness inside.

"Uggh. Big houses always belong to big wackjobs. I say we kick the package inside and get out of here." King said. Luzura didn't hear him, as she stepped inside, calling out to anyone who might be there.

King quickly followed, yelping when the door slammed shut behind them. They stepped further into the void, Luzura paying no mind to any suspicious activity.

"Hellooo? I've got a package from Eda the Owl Lady?" She said.

Suddenly, the mounted candles were set alight, illuminating the walls and room. They were in a giant library, large circular shelves filled with books upon books made up the room. A large door was across from them, a wizard in a purple robe stepped out.

"Ohoho! Today just got good!" Luzura exclaimed.

The wizard began to slowly descend down the steps.

"Magical wizard!"

"Weird old man in jim-jams."

The old man ignored King's remark, clearing his throat to speak.

"I was in my Oscillarium, reading the stars. And who might you be, with eyes full of curiosity?"

"I...uhhh.."

"Young lady, dareth I say, but I sense something....unique about you." He casted a spell circle to conjure up two plush chairs and a table filled with snacks.

"Please, won't you join me for tea?"

"O-Ok..." Luzura agreed, but not before King jumped on her shoulders.

"Let's scram. Wizards are just old guys with glitter in their pockets!" Just as King said that, the wizard had picked out a handful of glitter, and tossed it on the floor.

"But the stars on his robe are sparkling! And there's a baby fox in his beard! Plus, there's scones on the table~"

"Where?!" King leapt off Luzura and onto the table, scarring the scones down.

"I'd love to join you for tea."

She was just about to drink when. She noticed a batch of vials on another table.

"Do you sell potions, Sir Wizard?"

"Please, call me Adegast. And yes, I run a small business."

"You should run a small business of more scones! Into my mouth! Haha!" King interjected. They ignored him.

"I'll admit, I'm surprised to see you here. It was my understanding that Eda delivered the packages herself."

"Weeell, I'm kinda-sorta her apprentice."

"Oh? And how do you find the experience so far?"

Luzura sighed.

"May I be honest, Sir Adegast? When I made the decision to ask Eda for an apprenticeship, I thought I was meant for something good, but Eda thinks I'm only good for chores. Maybe I made the wrong choice..."

Adegast hummed and stood up.

"I have a quest-"

"A QUEST!?"

"Aheheheh! You didn't let me finish. I have a question."

"Oh..."

"Would you like to go on a quest?"

"Yeees!"

Adegast produced a scroll from his beard.

"I might have just the thing..." he unfurled it for Luzura to see.

"The prophecy says of a young witchling of royal background who will claim the Celestial Staff and free this world from an ancient evil. Perhaps thou have cometh here for a reason?"

"Perhaps I have..." Luzura whispered, running her hand down the map.

"Should you believe yourself worthy of this quest..."

"So worthy. Very worthy."

"You should know the road is dark and perilous."

"I LOVE peril!"

"And only the Chosen One can pull the staff from its resting place."

"Chosen one-"

"Great story. Awesome. Anyway, your food is gone and we are too!" King suddenly interrupted.

"Yes, we have to leave....and packe for this enchanted quest! I'm in!" Luzura cheered.

"Wonderful!"

The pair made their way to the Owl House, Luzura immediately making her way to the room Eda stored things in. She toyed with the fake sword, pondering.

"So, King, what sort of chosen one should I be?"

"Huh what?"

"Should I be full of optimism and goodness? Like the Good Witch Azura? Or should I be the bad girl chosen one with black nail polish and a mysteriously withdrawn attitude?" She began to use her book as a puppet, "'I act like I don't care, but I secretly do...'"

"Ohhh, are we talking about bad girls?" Eda popped into the doorway, waving a severed hand around, "Waaait, what's going on here?"

"Eda, tell Luzura who dumb wizards are." King complained.

"Ugh, Wizards are the worst. Never trust a man in casual drapery. Why?"

"Heh. Your wizard client-aheheheh- t-told Luzura that she wahahahas the chosen one! Hahahahaha!" King burst into laughter, Eda did as well.

Luzura sat dejected, covering her face with her book. What was she doing to make everyone laugh?

"L-Lemme see this map you got..." Eda stopped laughing, grabbing the scroll from Luzura, she looked it over and snorted, "You didn't think this was real, did you?"

"What?"

"This map is bunk! There's no lake with a Celestial Staff on the Boiling Isles! I would've stolen it years ago..." Luzura sank further, "Aw, but don't worry. Couple more months with me and you won't look like such a mark..."

"Please....may I have some time alone?"

Eda shrugged and left, King following. Luzura sat against the wall, sighing.

"They're probably right. I'll be a powerless weak link forever..." the corner of the paper began to shine in the sunlight, revealing a message.

'The Chosen One,

The path will only appear to the worthy~'

Luzura gasped, "That's why Eda couldn't see it! But am I worthy...."

The window cracked open, blowing wind into the room, sending the map flying next to her book. The pages flipped to a picture of Azura presenting her staff, her companions looking at her with pride.

"Well, I'll never know unless I try..."

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"Finally! All that mean-spirited laughter made me sleepy." King yawned, curling up to a pillow.

"Crony! Wake up. You said that wizard was one of my clients?" Eda asked.

"Yes. Now go away."

"I don't know him that well. I don't like this itch he's scratching on the Princess..."

"Less talky. More nappy."

Eda sighed, and walked back up the stairs to the store room. She opened the door gently.

"Hey, Luzura-?"

The window was open. No princess to be found.

"Aw nuts." Eda poked her head out the window, "Hooty, where'd she go?"

"Hoot hoot! If you want the answer that you seek, solve my riddle within a week-"

Eda slammed a hard punch against teh outside of the house.

"OUCH! Okay! Okay! She went into the woods near Bonesborough! Sheesh!"

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Luzura stood on the city limit of Bonesborough, taking in a deep breath.

"Okay, my first mythical quest!" She slid down, heading into the thick woods, thankfully she had a few hours until she needed to be home to not raise suspicion.

As she walked further, thick fog coated her surroundings, obscuring much of her vision.

"Okaaay...Got my scroll got my youthful optimism, got my weapon!" She clicked the button.

'By the power of Skullgar! I am out...of....batt...er..ies..'

After a little while wandering the woods, Luzura's doubt began to creep in once again.

"Y'know. Maybe I didn't make the right decision coming here....." Just as she cut the vine, a quaint little town came into view, the inhabitants were cute little cats.

In the town center, a beautiful fountain laid, and out of it emerged a man with dark, flowing hair, an eyepatch, a sword, and rippling muscles.

He stepped out of the fountain, dripping with water.

"I see. So you're the chosen one...The Celestial Staff should've picked me. Nevareth Bladestife, teen prince of Angstmore."

"Yes. Yes, I absolutely did make the right choice...."

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King sniffed out a trail, following their earlier path. Eda shifted the drape, and was met with a very different sight.

The castle was desolate, crumbling walls and caved in ceilings. It looked as if no one had inhabited it for years...

"It didn't look like this before..." King said.

"I don't like this..." Eda said.

They entered the castle, torn scrolls strewn across the floor, the library completely destroyed.

Eda's foot bumped into a stack of scrolls, she picked them up, only to find that the Chosen One message was the exact same for all of them.

"I really don't like this..."

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Luzura walked next to her new allies, chatting.

"Nevareth, your vengeful backstory is so compelling, and I'm loving your animal sidekick!"

"After my village was consumed, my heart has known nothing but vengeance..." Nevareth relented.

"Nevareth..."

"Lady Luzura. Do you think love can bloom on the battlefield?"

Luzura turned away, "Ohhhh, this quest is questing in all the right ways..."

The pair began to cross a bridge, when a mangy cat creature hopped in front of them.

"Ew."

The cat began to sing.

"Hummdee-diddle! To pass the bridge, you must first solve my riddle!"

"Hit me, little furry man!" Luzura said enthusiastically.

"Your quest will end if you fail this game. So tell me, my dear, what is my name?"

The cat puffed it's chest out, revealing that it wore a nametag: "Chris"

"Uhhhh...Chris?"

"That's it! You may cross the bridge! And please take this, chosen one! It will help you on your journey!" The cat man handed her a gold ring.

"Woah. This is amazing..." She said, putting on the ring.

"Do you need a cape?" Nevareth asked.

"Nah, I think I'm goo-"

"You can use my shirt!" He suddenly ripped the material off of him, revealing more of his muscular body.

"Yes! Yes, I need a cape!" Luzura grinned as he tied the makeshift cape around her.

"Three cheers for the chosen one! Hip Hip Hooray! Hip Hip Hooray! Hip Hip-"

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"Oh no."

The cat town had become just as dilapidated as the Adegast's castle, broken down buildings and rubble everywhere. A total ghost town.

"Are you sure she went here?" Eda asked.

"You can't mistake her scent. Like lemons and young, naive confidence." King answered.

Eda spotted a still local intertwined in the thick vines that broke down the fountain.

"Hey you! Wake up! What've you done with Luzura? What's your endgame?!"

The cat turned its head, sunken eyes and an unmoving mouth spoke back.

"To find your pupil and still your wratWrath, ahead and follow the path..." the cat began to wither away, giggling.

"Ah! The cat man melted!" King yelled.

"It's a trap. They want me to follow Luzura."

"So what do we do?"

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"Thank you so much for inviting me to your feast, Princess! All your food was so tiny and cute!"

The flying fairy produced two gold bracelets, giving them to Luzura.

"For you, chosen one!" Luzura slipped the bracelets on.

"Thank you. All of you! You've all been so kind and thoughtful! I hope this quest never ends!"

"Your quest will soon come to an end, for the staff you seek is around the bend!" Chris rhymed.

"Thanks for ruining that, Chris..."

"Go on, chosen one! The Celestial Staff is yours!" Nevareth encouraged, "You've earned it."

Luzura smiled, venturing forward as her allies wished her farewell. If only Eda could see her now...

There the Celestial Staff stood, stuck in the ground with a moat protecting it. When Luzura approached, the water glowed, raising a path for her.

"I knew this world wasn't all gloom and doom. There's so much wonder! I think I came here for a reason!"

She approached the staff, taking deep breaths.

Moment of truth...

Her hands gripped the staff, blue energy swirled in the air as Luzura yanked it out of its resting place.

"Yes! I AM the chosen one! I knew it! I always felt that there was a reason I never felt like I belonged in the palace!"

As Luzura hopped and danced around, the staff began to dissipate and fade into dust, the life of the area drained around her, leaving her in darkness.

What has she done?!

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"I know this guy. He's no "wizard", he's what you call a Puppeteer! A demon who specializes in scamming and manipulating people! He's trying to use Luzura to get to me!"

"And we're flying right towards him?!"

"Hey, you got a better idea?!"

King shook his head.

"I thought so." Eda booked it on the owl staff, trying to get to the princess before it was too late.

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Luzura drew the false sword, keeping on alert.

"Princess Luzura..." Adegast walked out of the mist.

"Magical Wizard?"

"Your hubris has failed you, witch apprentice!" His eyes popped out, as he wad thrown in the air, a giant octopus monster literally pulling his strings.

More of her allies dug out of the ground, attached to the monster.

"Okayokayokay. Don't panic. This is classic chosen one business, just rescue everyone and beat the villain." She reassured herself.

"Don't you get it?! I'm no wizard, and you're no chosen one! I've tricked you! AHAHAHAHAHA!"

"What?"

Ther accessories began to glow, gaining minds of their own, her cape tying her up, her bracelets forming handcuffs, and the ring trapping her fingers.

"No! Betrayed by my own cool accessories! Why are you doing this!?"

"Your mentor has been stealing customers from my potion business for years! She must be destroyed!"

The puppets surrounded her.

"Does everyone have a problem with Eda here?"

The puppets all agreed.

"And I've lured you right into my trap! All because you wanted to be special!"

"No! Jokes on you! Eda isn't stupid enough to fall for this!"

"Adegast!"

"Oh, Titan..."

Eda broke through the mist, standing confidently in front of the demon.

"Eda, I've got you now!"

Two more puppets rose from the ground, trapping Eda and King, sending them high into the air.

"That's right, you've got me! Now release Luzura!"

"Oh, she can leave if she wants to, but I sense she wants a real fantasy!" One puppet sprayed a mist on Luzura, and when she opened her eyes, she was in darkness, surrounded by her old allies.

"Stay with us, Luzura. Stay with Adegast. We need you here. You could be our chosen one..." Nevareth said.

"Yeah. You can eat our tiny foods forever..."

"Why would you want to stay in a world where people laugh at you?"

"It is beautiful here...." Luzura admitted.

-"Luzura!"-

"And you guys think I'm special..."

-"No!"-

The puppets slowly closed in on her...

"But it's not real!"

She knocked them away, grabbing the sword and pointing it to Adegast.

"I am a witch's apprentice! And I'll earn my magic staff the hard way! I believed you, magic man, now feel my wrath!"

She drove the sword through the wizard, Adegast yelling in pain, dropping Eda and King.

The trio began to attack each puppet one by one, breaking Adegast down slowly. Nevareth attacked back with his own sword.

"I thought we had a connection, Nevareth!" Luzura stabbed him through the chest.

"AHHHHH, MY FLAWLESS PECS!"

"Back off, or the dog gets it!" Adegast threatened, holding King in the air.

"I am not a-" King's mouth was covered.

"King, I'm sorry! I should've listened to you and never trusted that wizard! He's not mystical or magical! He's a big, slimy jerk!" Luzura managed to kick the sword right into the demon's forehead. The creature screamed, shrinking smaller and smaller until he was completely harmless.

Eda picked him up by te tentacles, "Well, that's the last time I take an outside referral...", She held him up, and ate him in one go. She didn't even chew...

"Oh, did you want some?"

"U-uh. No. I'm just confused..."

"Thinking of calling it quits?"

"This is nothing like I imagined..."

"Maybe not here....but come with me. I got something to show you..."

The sun was beginning to set on the Boiling Isles. Luzura would need to leave soon. She took the blindfold off, and gasped.

"The Bones of the Isles....Up close they can be slimy...."

"And very stinky!"

"And gross...But if you look at it from a different perspective...

"It's beautiful...." Luzura said, watching a shooting star.

"Yeah..." King said, nodding off.

"Eda, how did you know that wizard was lying?"

"Look, kid, we all want to believe we're "chosen". But of we all waited for a prophecy to make us special, we'd die waiting...So you need to choose yourself...."

"So, you'll give me a magic staff of my own? It's not like I've gotten one from my father.."

"Not yet...but someday.. Now, we'd better get you home..."

Eda dropped Luzura off on the back roof of the castle, where she was able to sneak back in through her bedroom window, right before she was called to dinner.

She sat across from her father, slowly chewing her food. When suddenly her father asked:

"So, what have you been up to, holed up in your room all day?"

"O-Oh, well, just catching up on my studies, y'know..heh.."

"Good, good.. It's nice to see you're taking them seriously."

She was taking her studies seriously, just not the ones her father wanted... They sat in silence for a few more minutes, until...

"Father...why don't I have a staff?"

"You will inherit mine when I pass the throne to you, dear..."

"But don't I need to learn how to use it? It will be long time before I take the throne..."

"You will know, trust me. Right now you need to focus on your current work. Don't trouble yourself with affairs that will handle themselves..."

"But...."

Despite the mask, the look he gave Luzura made her shut her mouth.

"I understand...."

"Good."

"May I be excused?"

"Yes, you may..."

Luzura got up from the table, heading towards her bedroom.

"Luzura, before I forget..."

She turned back to her father. He now stood as well, holding something behind his back.

"Remember your speech that you must give to the students of Hexside Academy Of Magic and Demonics tomorrow. I expect you to prepare for that..."

Oh yeah, she'd almost forgotten. Luckily she had already prepared for weeks in advance.

"And you'll be needing this." He revealed what was behind his back, a golden mask, more circular than her father's but the eye slits were slightly upturned, in an almost jovial expression. She put it on, a perfect fit.

"Thank you, father. Goodnight..."

"Goodnight, Luzura..."

Luzura finally got back to her room, barely able to change into her pjammas before flopping onto her bed. She already couldn't leave the castle, now she needed a mask too?! Oh, well, such as the life of the Princess.

She cracked her eyes open, spotting a paper attached to her window, she picked it up, it was from Eda.

"See you tomorrow, Kid!- The Owl Lady"

Luzura laughed, and laid down in her bed. Princess of the Boiling Isles and secret student of the Owl Lady...

'I think I'm gonna like this double life...' She thought.

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END OF CHAPTER 3

#princess luzura of the boiling isles #toh au #toh #toh king #toh eda #toh luz #emperor belos #witches before wizards

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lonespektr · 2 years

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Oct 29th Run Sweetheart Run

Missing women posters

Right out of the gate assuming you didn't see the trailer or get it from the title

A young woc is in HR ( who's also black guy) is reporting something fucked up HR says hey sistah are you heard right, take the hit and get a good letter of rec but ok if you really want to report it we have to be...careful about our approach

Pan to the oh so subtle, all female secretaries taking calls for the all white man names

Our heroine is called "sweetheart" by her boss who calls later pissed. She apologized for reporting the creep and he assures her no its not that and the creep is fired!!! But she fucked up something else a double booking! She doesn't know what the boss is talking about but instead of chewing her out further there's a kind of..promotion??

Why don't you go the client dinner? You double booked me, but the client just needs hand holding

All this whilst creepy men are being creeps on the bus so clearly not getting paid enough to afford a car

It was weird on the bus the guys seemed oddly like conspiratorial in their creeping like they were in on it together

She's a single mom

Bestie provides not only emergency baby sitting but a wow wow red dress a compromise is made with a very beige very professional, trench coat

Exceedingly bashful European does the kiss kiss at the door

Blood spot yikes period leaking how embarrassing

The house looks like a fucking museums

Once again another this woman knows more than you and man talks like he knows what

Random dog goes bat shit (animals always know)

And he goes batshit

And SHE apologizes for a strangers dog

He says he was bit by a dog in childhood. They are basically on a date now????

Is roller skating appropriate for a client

They haven't talked shop once but the boss said don't bother, now she's kissing the client going inside after saying she had to get her kid

Ummmm

There's a weird bit with. 4th wall break he looks and the camera and music stop abruptly and the audience is left outside the door completely unclear how much time passes but she burts back out the front door mascara running panicking

Neighbors see her screaming, and ignore her

Finally blocks two white women call the police begrudgingly they book her for public intoxication

Survivors aren't believed ✅

Sex worker with a heart of gold gets her to share her sob story then flips a lid and wants out of the cell saying the woman's clock was ticking that guy she met was bad news and women have died access if she can get to the First Lady she might make it and good luck lil girl

Cops are on the take and let the guy in her cell it's all very too super villain when it doesn't have to be cause he's just a connected rich guy

But full sicko the rich guy let's her out and says he is going to stalk her and hunt her through the night

She takes a cab from a seemingly one not shitty dude left alive to her bosses house

The sex worker lady did tell her not to go home and the creepy guy said he would follow her, it stands to reason she doesn't want the guy tracing her back to where her kid lives AND if the cops are on the take she needs another rich powerful white man as a shield

In true millennial fashion she doesn't know any of her numbers. I sure as hell fucking don't , they are in my phone 🤷🏾🤷🏾🤷🏾 should I remember at least one? sure! Do I? Fuck no I got dyscalculia when I'm stressed I forget MY number

Anywhoo me boss is very rude to his wife despite saying mostly the right things he still says "sweetheart" and the wife is giving off battered woman vibes, keeps making hi signs

How are you so rich your office has a bathroom

She is clearly a smart cookie and checks bosses laptop there's no hard evidence but she sees she didn't double book the calendar and she is booked for something under TITHE she checks the calendar for TITHE and it's the creepy guy with all women meetings that's enough for her she books, the boss follows it clear he is trying to run her down

She's in the wifees old woman onzie fucking ha I really like the intrusive title cards that shout RUN and then the music picks up

So far the public transport drivers are the heroes of this a bus driver lady picks her up for free I mean she's clearly bleeding from the head (still) and there's white guy clearly chasing her

The fourth wall camera breaks pull us in as unwilling co-conspirators in the mess we are in on it we are hunting her too we are the creepy man

This is the second time I have seen it in these types of films and when I say it's absolutely necessary

They are doing something weird with the menstruation the wife said he can smell her blood and she's been outta tampons

Another reasonable guy intervenes kinda when the creep catches up to our heroine (who is trying to buy tampons) he fires off a warning shot but then backs down as the creepy white guy is rich and ...a clear lunatic but it's enough distraction for her to

She calls the shit x from the bus drivers phone

He's still shit

They are conveniently under a hyper sexualized Billboard

He demands answers before taking her anywhere, she finally fesses up and he goes machismo and says he's going get the guy but they go to the ex house who is fucking her best friend

Turns out ex is swanky and accomplished business man of types lives in a nice house the ex bestie is about to say no way until she sees the state of her and it's all girls club and the man is the odd man out girls support girls

The tv is playing a classic slasher where women are brutalized a clear commentary on these types of films

The ex boyfriend apologizes for blaming her for the incident and says of course he was being an idiot

It's nice they establish simultaneously the fear of Schrodinger's rapist men around every corner but not also saying all men are trash to hell with them it's a nuanced depiction of men while still establishing the patriarchy is overwhelming

Tarot reading

He follows her to the ex house

The whole family is there and tooled up they are going to kick this guys ass and they tell Cherie and a younger relative to hide

But he kills them all

Dance number

WHOA OKAY(just went into supernatural ) he's literally like a monster he ripped the ex head off

RUN

he gets hit by a car (because he's in the middle of the street like an idiot)

She tosses a soaked tampon on a moving truck

Enough time for her to run as he chases a false lead post car accident

Now there's something odd at a church he's ...doing mind tricks..it act entirely clear there is obviously a shape-shifting element but...maybe he just shape shifted after he walked the priest on the head

Real priest isn't dead and catches him one so she can ditch

Another outfit change after a bleach wipes bath ouch

Some body horror whoop I thought she was gonna put that bleach wipe up her hootch

Another clothing swap

And another save by women in the secret underground party to the rescue

She FINALLY calls the First Lady (the number on the missing women posters) and gets a ride

He literally wrecks the car off the freeway he's fully ready to end the chase cause he just car wrecked a car full of bio science majors who were going to change the world

He actually does hate dogs a dog just walks up and he takes off

Think the dog is a girl

He may be allergic to sunlight

The lady is a secret spa with secret women club and she's putting her blood down a bunch of city drains clearly a full scale operation

Vague references to angels and demons maybe been on earth for a long time but maybe so has the first lady

But they don't work for free they want her to be bait to kill him

You don't own me 🎵🎶🎼🎵

But she is gearedup in a gi

And there's a plan

That she is perfect for because she is the ultimate final girl, nobody else has made it to near sunrise

For someone obsessed with her blood he's a priss

About getting it on his tan suit

The throughline here is that the patriarchy serves to keep smart talented women underfoot

And ego is always a mans folly

Now she has hold of the camera and instead of the careful cutaways they have been doing to avoid the violent porn they do not cut away (very much) from his gruesome death

The ending is a a guard dog / nanny dog because pits were originally considered a nanny breed

And her going home to her baby

Adorable dk brown baby

That's it baby cute the end

#spooky 22 watch #run sweetheart run

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peachiyyy · 1 year

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april favorites 😼💃:

-makeup by mario’s surreal skin foundation. So good (never wore foundation bc i felt like it’d be too heavy but this is soo good. I use 1 pump and it’s very natural looking).

-Benefit’s benetint liquid lip tint 💋

-Glossier’s balmdotcom in the wild fig flavor

-Kissme heroine mascara (Forgot how good this mascara is. All u need)

-Real technique’s 214 concealer brush

-One size beauty’s lipliner in the shade rent’s due

-teatree’s special mint shampoo

-Lychee punch boba from kungfutea

-smores slushie from kungfutea

-Ippodo tea’s ummon matcha powder. I like to add oat milk and brown sugar cinammon syrup when I’m making a latte. For something more refreshing, I’ll add lemonade or coconut water instead

-toasted bagels w cream cheese lol im hyperfixiated on bagels again 🥯

-miffy bandaids!! 🐰🐰

😼

#personal #faves

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aquablues-archive · 2 years

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heroine make micro mascara i love u

#ik i was complaining abt it this morning #but #it looks good

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deal4shop · 4 days

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pure-ablution · 2 months

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My mascara wand collection

Whilst I was writing about my favourite mascaras, I realised that I forgot to mention my selection of different wands that I’ve kept over the years. Different mascara brushes give different effects, and if you find a formula that you like, then you can have it any which way you like if you have a selection of different wands to use. I try to buy the mini version of each mascara if I can, because it’s cheaper but the wand is the same size, and you’re not going to use the product anyway.

Here, from left to right:

Ball-tip wand (Kiko Milano Lengthening Top Coat): best for defining the corners of the eyes and detailed work.

Triple-sided wand (Tower28 Making Waves): best for natural curl and definition.

Oversized wand (TooFaced Damn Girl): best for maximum volume—I use it at the base of my lashes.

Straight wand (Vivienne Sabó Caberet Première): best for defined length—my everyday mascara wand.

Flat-comb wand (Ilia Limitless Lash): best for avoiding clumps.

Bubble wand (Fairydrops Scandal Queen—discontinued!): best for holding a curl.

Hourglass wand (TooFaced Better than Sex): best for dramatic lashes.

Metal wand (Hourglass Curator Lash Instrument): gives the most natural look.

Curved wand (Isehan KissMe Heroine Make Volume and Curl): best for dramatic volume and a fanned-out curl.

Tapered cone wand (Kevyn Aucoin Indecent): best for winged outer corner lashes.

Micro wand (Innisfree Skinny Microcara): best for lower lashes and detailed work.

I wash the wand carefully after every use with soapy warm water, and spray it down with some surgical spirits. I store everything in a little jewellery roll to keep it all neat and stop the wands from growing dusty.

#beauty #makeup

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neillien · 5 months

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in-between the years, are age gaps real math?

My bf doesn’t know. He’s perfectly prototypical and horny with it. Leaving BBQ chicken bones at strangers gravesides. QUEER isn’t it? Bf says I am the queerest of them all. Never once having contemplated being heterosexual.

Ha ha ha

face to face by accident of a sneer,

ha ha ha

we razor off our puny first pubes

fake tan our legs, pin a myriad AIDS ribbons on our sports kits

draw pink triangles on our foreheads; use smooth diaphanous flakes of crushed diamanté, lush like dragonfly wings to paint our eyelids - we favour only the most select eyeshadow colours when painting ourselves wild. Boys will be boys.

The championship.

A ban for life

from school athletics. Hurrah!

Celebrating, drinking dry Martini from the bottle while dying our hair. Autumn, amber/Glints burnt Orange. Applying mascara, wetting our lips deep varicose reds. Older people’s imprints, their heroines, television favourites, we impersonate them make our schoolfriends laugh.

Self-effacement is a worthy distraction for the in-between age. The gaps filled. We’ve developed an elicit poltergeist. Childhood is a spectre that spreads through our clothes. Naturally, we wait a long time for an opportunity to showcase ourselves, physically gone ahead and radiating confidence. Adulting to the list of our accomplishments. Is that not a perfection enough when considering hostile attitudes, attacks and beliefs. If we’re to be opaque then we see only your transparency.

Now I erase I with a serious scar. Slumped in a worn down armchair. I’m snarling indicating anger,

vertical pencil scrawling yr initials

over the Ouija board.

#may 9 #2024

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mrs-lockley · 7 months

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🕊️, 🍯 & 💖 for the ask game

Thank you, nonnie!

🕊️- 3 habits you have?

I'll start off with my makeup routine! I have a particular way I like to do it: after skincare, sunscreen → primer → concealer (usually my under eyes and a little bit around my nose since I'm a little reddish in that area). I let that sit for a minute then move to → brows, usually a tinted brow gel or sometimes a pencil if I don't feel like using gel → back to concealer. After it's been sitting, I blend it out with a sponge → (optional) eyeshadow if I have extra time or feel fancy that day, but I usually keep it light with one color. I'm medium skin-toned so I usually do a light brown or a mauve → (optional) liquid liner. I've been using Asian-owned or Asian beauty brands like Em Cosmetics or Kiss Me (Heroine Make) for eyeliner because I have smaller eyes, and I need a really fine tip liner (0.1mm) to get a wing. I have oily skin so pencil smudges easily, and the tip is usually too fat for my eyes since I have small eyes. I find liquid works best. → mascara! Takes me some time because I always get it on my eyelids lol, but that's what q-tips are for to clean up after. I normally do one coat but sometimes I'll do two if I want something extra. → blush! Even though I'm oily-skinned, I prefer cream blushes because they blend out nicer for me, but I do use a powdered blush on top for extra staying power. Sometimes I'll use my lipsticks as blush too! → (optional) small highlighter if I'm feeling fancy → lip liner. I have smaller lips but I stick to nude shades like a mauve or a pinky one → lip balm/lip gloss. I don't wear lipstick as much as I used to, and I've been really liking tinted lip balms. Or I might use a clear gloss on top. A trick I use to not get my clear gloss stained with my lip liners, I add a bit of it on the back of my hand and then use my finger to tap it on. → (optional) lipstick/lip tints. If I want more staying power I'll do lipstick, usually a warm terra cotta brown, or a rosy mauve shade. On special occasions I have a vintage warm blood red shade from Besame that I love to use. → powder, powder, powder! I'm oily-skinned and if I don't powder then everything will be melted off by lunch. Even on days I don't wear makeup, I still powder because I will look like a disco ball by noon. I have tried the dewy K-beauty look and I look like a grease ball, even with powder. I'm stacking on powder as if it's still 2016. → setting spray. I haven't used one in a long time but a friend of mine got me a Nyx setting spray and it really helped keep my makeup on, even with how oily I get. While it's not 100% matte, it doesn't melt my makeup off which I appreciate. In total it takes me anywhere from 10-20 minutes. 10 if I'm doing the basics and getting ready for work, 20 if I have extra time and I take my time, especially doing eyeshadow.

Second- every few days, I like to journal in my bullet journal. I write about 2-3 pages every few days to talk about what I did the past few days so I can remember everything, or even just to write my feelings out. I use my bujo as a personal journal since I'm not in school anymore, but I like decorating it with washi tapes and stickers.

Third - I clean out my junk mail in my email. Most of it is from department stores or other stores that I get weekly newsletters from. Most people delete them right away but I like to skim through them before deleting because sometimes I'll find a coupon or early access sale. Even if I don't get anything, I like to keep them handy just in case before deleting it. I also hate seeing the notifications in my inbox

🍯- describe your favorite smell

Ooh this is a good one! I didn't realize how important smell was until I got COVID for the first time in November and I lost my sense of smell for almost two months (I was still able to taste a little bit). Not to be a ✨California Girl✨ but sea salt- I don't live far from the beach and the smelling the salt from the ocean breeze is comforting to me. I'm not a big beach person because our water is cold since it comes from Alaska, but the smell of it is comforting to me and reminds me of the times when I was a kid that my parents would take my sister and me to have picnics at the beach.

💖- have you ever been in love?

I might have. When I was 15, I had a crush on one of my friends. We were both so young and honestly I see myself as heteromantic, or demisexual. I'm attracted to men but I did feel something for my friend that time that I can't quite explain- it wasn't quite romantic where I wanted to be her gf, but it was deeper than platonic for sure. We fell out of touch a few years ago and I think about her from time to time, and I hope she's doing okay.

There was a guy I dated in college when I was 21. I don't like to talk about him much, but now that I'm 26, I realize there were a lot of things in our relationship that was not okay that I would actively deny because I didn't know how to cope. He was my first relation/situationship, and I'm not even the same age as he was when he met me. I think the best way to describe my relationship with him is the entirety of All Too Well (both 5 and 10 minute version) by Taylor Swift (Red is my comfort album). I was 21 and I did briefly envision a future with him before the heartbreak.

I was talking to one of my high school friends yesterday about it and how I didn't tell anyone my trauma for 2 years, and she said something that struck with me where she said "maybe you didn't say anything for 2 years because you needed to grieve. 2 years isn't long, but 2 years of grief can feel like a lifetime."

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