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[dontneedhair]

This is what maintenance looks like for my scalp these days. By now, it is painless - in spite of my face looking rather tense here most of the time. But a word of warning to all that consider trying this themselves: this was very, very painful in the beginning.

The smoothness afterwards is just indescribable. And it doesn’t go away after twelve hours like when you use a razor. By the way, my skin doesn’t look nearly as red under normal light conditions; at least I‘d like to think that ☺️.

[hoshigray]

𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 | nanami kento

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: dom! Nanami x fem/afab! reader - nipple play - hair pulling - doggy style + deep impact positions - restricted movements (using his tie on your hands) - overstimulation - pet names (angel, baby, love, sweetpea) - clitoral play - orgasm denial.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Oops, I did it again. Nanami being rough with his hands on your body. That's it, that's the tweet. Smthn quick thanks to MAPPA serving good food to the nanami fanatics on this week's ep

We all know Nanami Kento would treat his partner with the utmost care. There is no man you can put your entire faith in when it comes to your body than him. He's always perfect with you. Checking up on you to see if you're okay, rubbing circles on your back to calm you down from a haze, wiping tears on your face whenever he makes you feel so goddamn good. And let's not forget the kiss on the forehead he places so gently as he fucks you lovingly.

In terms of lovemaking and treating your body right, Nanami is undeniably the perfect candidate…

…However, there will occasionally be those moments when you’d want him to be just a tad rough with you. Nothing wrong with the soft, cutesy shit. No, no, you love it!  But let’s face it; when you have a man who looks so deliciously alluring to the eye, with his broad shoulders and strong forearms that peek from his dress shirt, you can’t blame your mind for indulging with wilder thoughts. Especially when you express said thoughts to him.

And he listens to your request with his absolute attention. He’ll ask for confirmation before he does anything rash. And when you give him the green flag, your fate is sealed for the rest of the night. 

“—Ggaahhh!! Ahaahnn!! Ken–Kentooo, you’re going—OhmyGod, OhmyGoood—“

“Shhh, don’t squirm too much, love.” He’ll whisper to your ear so hotly you nearly fall to your knees had it not been for his leg between yours, essentially making you ride his sturdy thigh. Your back pressed up against his abdomen while his hands roamed your body. One hand in your shirt, slipping your bra up to release your breast from the material, and for his hands to knead and play with your mounds. The other stuffed down your shorts and passed your panties, his fingers intimately close to your hot, wet folds. And you jerk when his ring finger presses down on your clit.

“Ahooo! Kento, stop, stooop!!” You don’t want him to stop — he knows you don’t want him to stop. “I’m gonna cum, it’s gonna happen—Nnnnmm!!!” He tweezes your nipple roughly, evoking an erotic shriek. 

“You better come on me,” he demands you. Oh, how he sounds so hot when he does that. “Make my hand filthy like you, baby.”

But that’s only the beginning. Wait until you two move into the bedroom with his pelvis rutting onto the cusp of your ass. Face down to the pillow and ass up for Nanami to station you, and his hand in your hair, lightly tugging it. Sweat shields your body and glistens from the bedroom lights, your hands tied behind your back by his necktie. You’ve left with nothing to stand your ground, forced to take in his cock that churns your inner walls. And, God, it feels so fucking good. 

“How’re you feeling there, angel?” Nanami, his pants and tie discarded with his shirt no longer buttoned up. The fingers in your hair massage your scalp. “Hmm? Are you feeling good?”

“…Uhhaaa—Ohohhh!” There’s no way you could give him a proper response in a position like this. Your head is so far gone that all you can think about is the commotion between your legs. The deeper he grinds his cock into your chasm, the deeper you sink into your blissful fog. Your hips begin to move involuntarily at this point; it just feels too exhilarating to stop! 

However, attending to your bliss has its faults, especially when you’re not paying attention to the man making you feel this way. Because Nanami pulls your hair, forcing your face upright from the pillows. You cry at the sudden yank, exposing the drool and tears that trickle down your pretty face.

“You know better than that, Y/n.” His serious voice is on, your cunt twitches around his length. “I need your words to let me know how good you’re feeling.”

“Ahck—Mmmm…S’ too good, Kentooo. Y’ make me feel so good. So fucking—Ahannn…good….” did you mean for your words to slur? Who cares. Just don’t stop; please keep it going. Please, please, please—

Nanami chuckles at your words and lets your face fall back to the pillow. “Good.”

But don’t think the fun stops there. Nope. It just keeps getting better. 

With your hands still tied, you now lie on your back to the comforter while he pistons his cock into you, one of your legs now on his shoulder to get a better angle to hit your sweet spots accurately. The wails you let out are uncontainable — there’s no point in stopping them from flying out your mouth. Your bottom lip is puffy from how much you’ve bitten it this entire time, and more tears fall to your neck.

Nanami looks at your expressions intently, mocha eyes never leaving your gorgeous face. It’s here that he finally withdraws his shirt and fucks you nude, sharing this intimate heat and passion with you. And, lord, he looks so fucking good right now. His tidy golden hair now with strands sticking to his forehead, sweat shared between your naked bodies, and his beautiful brown orbs taking you in like you’re the greatest treasure in the world. 

“Ohhfuck, ohhhfuuckin—Ohhh!!!” Oh, God. With the way the tip of his cock precisely hits and scrapes your tender spots, you can feel your climax coming to get you. “Kento, Ken–Nnmphh, I’m gonna, I’m gonna—“

And then it vanishes. It didn’t come. Why? Because Nanami immediately removes his length from your slick-coated slit, the electrifying tingles in your body subside in seconds. Of course, you whine to him with doe, tearful eyes. So cruel. He’s so just cruel, but you love it.

“Mmmm, sorry, sweetpea.” You know he’s not sorry. The tiny mischievous glint in his eyes is telling. “Let me hear you beg for it first, the I’ll give my baby what they want.”

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2023 — dividers from @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more

[rainbowhighschoolnurse]

Doll restoration: Rainbow High’s Avery Styles(es)

Before:

After:

Since I had two of these dolls, I thought I’d do them together. The one on the left came from the house with the dog, and the one on the right came from the house with the cat, and the two restorations were by no measure equally difficult.

The one on the left was almost laughably easy. I had to sand down her elbows a but with a fine grain nail file, and comb out her wigs, but the wigs didn’t even need washing or trimming or anything. So the whole project basically boiled down to thoroughly washing the doll’s body as she did have a little bit of dust and grease buildup. And that was it.

The same cannot be said of the one on the right.

For starters, her purple wig had been glued to her head—crooked. Upon closer inspection, I discovered that her pink molded hair had come off, which was likely the reason her previous own had glued the wig on. However, without the molded hair underneath, it was unsupported and the glue in the back had come up so it floated awkwardly. Furthermore, her ears and forehead were covered in glue, and part of her bangs had unintentionally been glued to her forehead as well. This whole fiasco would prove to be my greatest obstacle.

First off, I used my nails and a comb to scrape up as much of the glue as I could that was on her skin, as well as the stuck part of her bangs. Then I used acetone to remove as much of the glue as I could. (There’s still a little bit on her forehead that simply would not come up no matter what I did, but at least it’s covered by her bangs.) Knowing there was no way it would come out, I carefully cut out the clumps in her bangs that were covered in glue, making sure they were layered underneath intact hairs.

Once that was done, I turned my attention to her body. Like the other doll, she had some joints that I needed to clean up with a nail file, namely her knees and elbows. Her fingertips also needed sanding down and tweezing to remove the excess plastic. Despite the manufacturing quirks, she wasn’t too beaten up, all told, and a good wash to clean off the lint and animal hair was all that was left to make her body good as new.

Next, I thoroughly combed, washed, and conditioned her hair and head, making sure to rub away any excess oils from the conditioner with a clean towel. Once her hair had dried completely, I re-glued the back of her wig down securely to her scalp with E-6000 glue, secured it with a rubber band, and let it cure for 24 hours. There’s still air underneath, so the top of her head seems soft, but at least it’s not shifting around anymore. I wish I’d thought to fill in underneath with something, but alas it didn’t occur to me until it was too late. But you live and you learn.

Lastly, I had to correct one final problem—that being that the wig had not been glued on straight to begin with. Once it was clean and combed, the lopsided haircut was much easier to see, especially when it came to the bangs. It took me a little over half an hour to straighten the whole thing up with a pair of hair cutting scissors, and the difference just that made was the greatest visual change in the whole restoration.

[impossiblescissorspeachpaper]

They're drunk and you're carrying them to their room, when they unexpectedly say how much they love you, causing you to drop them on the floor🍻💕

Since you didn't specify a ship, have some nessian fluff :) 

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Nesta grunted under the weight of Cassian’s arm slung over her shoulder as she followed Azriel down the hall of the apartment they shared. Azriel himself had Elain scooped up in his arms, carrying her limp form to bed, having caught her earlier as she’d stumbled off the table she’d been dancing on with Mor.

“Where are you gonna put her?” Nesta asked after him.

Looking over a shoulder at her, Azriel replied, “I’ll put her in my room, she’ll be safe there.”

Nesta nailed him with a look, a perfectly tweezed eyebrow hooking in dubious question.

“I’ll sleep with Cassian in his room tonight. Don’t worry. I figured it would be easier than you trying to get her home.”

Nesta’s grey eyes narrowed as she watched Azriel carrying her sister further down the hall, cradling her tenderly to his chest as if she were the most precious thing in the world. Her hair was covering most of her face and her small feet were bare, having kicked off her heels hours ago as the house party turned truly raucous.

Deciding she was in good hands, she turned her attention back to Cassian, hanging off her shoulder heavily and mumbling something incoherent, his eyes heavy lidded.

“Nes, you’re s-so great,” he slurred, peering down into her face with a goofy grin on his lips.

“Ahuh, thanks. How about using your feet?” she grumbled, struggling to get his hulking form through the doorway into his room. “They can’t be that big for no reason,” she groused under her breath. “And don’t call me Nes.”

“No really, s-sweetheart. Listen…” he trailed off, his breath hot on her hair and smelling strongly of whiskey. She couldn’t help but admire the fact that he was still kind of standing, if she were being honest. With the copious amounts he’d had to drink tonight, she thought she’d be holding her friend’s hair back as he lurched with his head in a toilet bowl by now.

Every time she’d looked up throughout the night, she’d seen him knock back a drink. At one point she’d been standing in the kitchen talking to Eris when his face had been contorted into such a look of disgust; his eyes smouldering as if he was thinking about 101 ways to murder the pompous jerk.

She didn’t really mind Eris. Sure, he could be a dick at times, and she knew he had some sort of beef with Az and Cass, but Rhys was friendly enough with him and he seemed to float on the periphery of these parties they sometimes threw. Besides, she liked his honestly, despite her wanting to claw his eyes out whenever he turned that vicious tongue towards one of her sisters… or Cassian.

“Just hold still, you hulking buffoon! We need to get your shoes off,” she struggled. She’d always secretly admired Cassian’s muscles. His broad shoulders had drawn her attention many times, as had his rippling abs and strong thighs whenever she got a chance to peep them at their friends trips to the beach or by the pool. Right now, though? She cursed the pounds of man flesh she was drowning under in her efforts to keep him upright.

Trying to hold him up with a hand to his chest, she bent over, snatching at the laces of his boots to loosen them, hoping he’d be able to do the rest and kick them off.

“Nesta…” he murmured from above her, her name wrapping around his tongue in a way she’d never heard from the friend she’d begrudgingly made.

She ignored him, that small hand still pinned at the centre of his muscled chest. His strong heartbeat thumped steadily beneath her palm, but she focused on steadying him, ensuring he didn’t tip forward.

“Nesta,” he breathed. Her name was a murmured prayer on his tongue. This time, she felt him fingering a strand of her hair between a thumb and a forefinger, the sensation causing tingles to erupt across her scalp.

Crouched from her position at his feet, she half swung her face to look up into his.

“What?” she barked; flustered and distracted as her attention flickered back to his tangled laces.

“I love you. So so much, Nesta,” he declared, murmuring the words into the darkened room.

Nesta stilled, slowly rising from her crouch and levelled him with a stare, beholding the open and endearingly pained look on his face. She felt the sincerity in his confession, albeit his eyes were not blinking at the same time.

The sweet moment didn’t last long however as he toppled over like a sack of potatoes and began to fall to the floor.

“Oh fuck!”

She lunged, trying to catch him but being much taller and much larger than she was, he just took her down with him, crumpling into a tangled heap of limbs on the carpet.

She groaned from beneath him, pinned under his massive body, but Cassian just peered down at her, his hair cascading over their faces as he lay half on top of her. She wasn’t sure he was even aware they had fallen.

His hazel eyes were clear, despite his words and body not behaving in accordance, when he breathed, “I do love you, sweetheart.”

Nesta just stared up at his face, momentarily forgetting she was being crushed by this walking Greek god when she heard a derisive snort from the doorway. Walking past Cassian’s room, Azriel hooked a brow at them both sprawled out of the floor but otherwise didn’t react any further.

“Finally,” she heard him mutter under his breath as he strode away, having done his due diligence, tucking Elain in securely. She scowled at his back as she heard him chuckling down the hall.

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love confession prompt fills

[foreveralwaysanauthor]

Scattered Screams (Part 3/12)

January 9, 2023

Notes - I promised myself I wouldn't post this until part 5 was done and here we are. Sadly, I’m running on three hours of sleep because our upstairs neighbors threw a party late last night and were being generally loud assholes, so I'm exhausted and I'll probably regret half of the things I wrote today, but I finished it, so here we are lmao!

They say that the most beautiful thing someone can wear is confidence, but lately, she’s been dressed up for revenge.

I'll never know how I’m able to fall asleep that night, but when I wake up, time begins to fly by in a blur. Halo wakes me by cheerfully thumping on my door and before I know it, I’m dressed and sitting in the dining compartment, poking at my food with disinterest. Any attempts at conversation seem to go over my head until Brady places a hand on my arm and asks me if I’m alright. My answer is simple in the hopes that they’ll leave it alone, but their worried faces tell me this conversation is far from over. The pleading look I send Riven is all it takes for him to pick up on what’s bothering me and helps me reassure Mick’s concerned parents that it’s probably just the shock of everything settling in. From then on, Riven’s inconsistent taps on my shin encourage me to keep eating and participating in the conversation. Almost robotically, I find myself following his guidance and holding a basic conversation with the others at the table until my plate is clear.

Once the food is removed from the table and we’re excused, Riven pulls me into the next compartment over and makes me sit with him on the couch, an arm around my shoulder keeping me focused. We talk for a while about our shared concerns and his determination to keep us alive, but in the end, he tells me that, if it comes down to just the two of us in the arena, he won’t make me kill him. In return, I tell him that, if it comes down to the two of us, the Capitol will just have to take two victors. Riven’s smile is bright but forced and he quickly changes the topic as Halo announces that we’re nearing the Capitol and Mick’s parents enter the room.

They talk with us about what to expect in the Remake Center and how to behave with our prep teams, but Mick has told me a lot about her experience and she isn’t one to hold back the truth. When we arrive at the Remake Center and are brought inside, it’s obvious by the closed doors with district numbers on them that some of the closer districts - 1, 2, 5, and 9 - are already there and have begun getting everything scrubbed, tweezed, and waxed away. Riven and I are whisked away from our mentors and brought into rooms with our district numbers on them. 

I’m not alone in my prep room for long before the door bursts open and a trio of brightly colored people come in and introduce themselves. The first one, Ambrosia, is donning a green so bright that it almost burns my eyes, but states that she is the one in charge of my makeup. Next is a man named Mink whose skin has been tinted orange to match his hair. Thankfully, Mink isn’t the one in charge of my hair or skin, but rather helping with my nails. Gleam is last in the lineup and seems the most normal of the three, donning naturally dark hair, dark skin, and only a few traces of pink glitter on her face to match the glimmering outfit she wears. She proudly declares that she’s in charge of my skin and hair with the other two simply observing her work and, before I know it, I’m stripped of everything and thrown into a bathtub.

After maybe two layers of skin have been removed from my body and my scalp has been cleared of any traces of dry skin, they begin the waxing process. The chatter my prep team makes as they work keeps me from talking to them much at all, but they continuously chatter about me and the reaping, which feels odd since they aren’t specifically talking with me about it. I’m not complaining, though. The less I talk, the less chance I have of saying something that will make them dislike me. Once they feel like their job is done, however, I’m wrapped in a fluffy towel that barely covers much of anything and they sit around me, asking me question after question - exactly what I didn’t want. “What was it like being reaped again?” Gleam asks, her voice silky and soft like the pajamas I had worn on the train.

“Surreal,” I reply with a chuckle, hoping my answer appeases them. “I’m just so glad that I get to be here with Riven.”

“You must really love him,” Mink sighs with a smile, batting his extended lashes a few times as his gaze settles on me.

Hoping they aren’t looking for a romance between me and Riven, I say, “Well, he’s been like my big brother for years now. He’s super protective over me.”

“Normally, siblings only enter the arena together if they’re from the Career districts,” Ambrosia says with a shrug. “I guess, for some, it just adds to the suspense, but I can’t imagine having to watch someone you love die.”

Her statement is true, but also sentimental. The other two members of my prep team hum and nod in agreement, muttering about how barbaric the Games can be, but just as quick as their pestering session begins, it’s over as the clock on the wall chimes to alert them of the beginning of a new hour. All at once, they begin gathering some of their belongings and telling me that they’d see me in a little while before heading out of the room.

Ambrosia is nice enough to slide my glasses back onto my face before scurrying out of the room and telling me that someone named Jewel would be with me soon. I have never heard of a stylist named Jewel in the Games before, but then again, I never really paid much attention to the horrendous outfits most of the tributes would be shoved into or the people that made them. I sit in relative silence, examining the room around me and hoping for a somewhat sane stylist to come through the door. My clothes from the train have been taken away, which was fine by me, but my hair stick from Bissette and my mom’s necklace have been left on a counter near the door. After clipping my mom’s necklace around my neck and tucking Bissette’s hair stick into my lame attempt at a bun, I’m quick to pull a robe from near the door and wrap it around myself. Despite the knowledge that I’ll soon be shoved into whatever monstrosity Jewel has come up with, I would rather keep what little modesty I still have than let another stranger see me next to naked. 

While I wait, I find myself wondering why the prep team had left so many dangerous objects in the room with someone who would be murdering others in just a few days, but I guess, to them, it was all a show and they had nothing to worry about. I, on the other hand, am already slipping into a semi-survivalist mindset and have found many mundane objects that could be used as weapons. Scissors are an obvious choice, but there are bottles of nail polish remover and rubbing alcohol that could burn someone’s eyes, a few bottles of hairspray I could probably ignite if my glasses caught the sun at the right angle, and I could easily strangle someone with just the belt of my robe. If I said any of that to someone, I’d probably sound like I jumped off the deep end a long time ago, but I bet Mick would be proud of me for listening to her little lessons in the basement.

Thankfully, I’m not alone with my thoughts for too long as the door opens and a girl around Mick’s age comes in, her pin-straight hair flaring around her as she closes the door and turns to me with a smirk. She looks mostly normal as she crosses the room, examining me like I’m some prized showhorse. The girl, presumably Jewel, has pale blonde hair with a pale shade of pink tinted into it, is wearing a black and gold jumpsuit with glitter thread lining the seams, and has a single, dangling earring on either ear - one with a J on the end and the other with an X. When she decides she’s done, Jewel stands in front of me with her hands on her hips and a smile on her face. 

“I certainly got a good one,” she says. Her Capitol affectations seem to have been pushed to the back burner, but I can hear them minutely in her pronunciation of ‘certainly’. It’s faint, but the thought of her trying to set aside her Capitol-ness for my sake is welcoming, at the very least.

“I’m not sure what you mean,” I chuckle nervously.

“Your mentors claim that you’re defiant and headstrong, and - if those eyes are anything to go by - I’d say you’re ready to fight. I like you already, Vivien.”

“I take it you’re Jewel?” I ask, ignoring the blonde’s words as she brings over a chair and sits in front of me.

Instead of agreeing, she snorts and shakes her head. “Don’t call me that.”

“What do you suggest I call you, then?”

“Juliet,” she offers with a smile. “The people of the Capitol call me Jewel because that’s my ‘Capitol name.’ Only my friends seem to call me Juliet.”

“We’re friends already?”

“I dropped being District One’s stylist once I saw your reaping,” Juliet says as she pulls a folder from inside a cabinet. “I’m here to help you in any way possible and to get you as many sponsors as you can handle. If dropping the most lucrative positions in my career to help you make a good impression doesn’t make me a friend already, I don’t know what does.”

She has a point. I wouldn’t drop a well-paying job for just anyone, so I guess it makes sense that she wants to play friends with someone she left a good job for. “You were in charge of District One?”

“I was,” Juliet confirms, a far-off look slowly filling her hazel eyes. “I started last year. Golden gladiator garb, golden skin, golden everything… even his hair.”

“'His?'”

Juliet seems to snap out of whatever thought process she was in, sending me a small grin as she chuckles, “Did I say ‘his’?” I nod. “I meant ‘their’. Their hair.”

Sure, she did. If she's apprehensive in any way, she does her best not to show it, but I get the feeling that the topic is something she finds hard to deal with, so I simply give her a nod of understanding and watch as she brings her hair up into a ponytail and stands. “What now?” I ask.

Juliet brings up a hand and waves for me to follow her into a side room as she looks over whatever is in her folder. “Now we’ll talk about the important stuff.”

She leads me through a door and into a wide room with a single wall made of glass and three covered with pale green paint. A pair of velvet couches face off over a low table and, after Juliet has taken her seat on one, I take mine across from her. She stays silent as I look out the window, finding the sky outside has shifted to a shade of gray. When I turn back to Juliet, I realize an array of food had been presented on the table without anyone else entering or exiting the room.

Juliet eyes the food with interest before listing, “Steak, baked potatoes, cheddar broccoli soup, and ice cream… I suppose they’re spoiling us.”

“Us?” I ask. 

“Yeah,” she replies as she pulls a plate closer to her, “us. Grab a plate and dig in - I’ll ask you questions as we go.” Putting aside my surprise, I bring a plate closer to me and allow Juliet to begin her questioning. “First off, do you need those glasses, and, if so, can we substitute them with contacts?”

“I can’t see much of anything without my glasses and I’m not a huge fan of contacts, but I should be fine without anything for the parade,” I reply with a shrug, bringing my gaze down to my food. It’s not a total lie, but it is a lie. Without my glasses, I can see close things but struggle with things in the distance. I could suck it up for the parade, but I just don’t want to take off the glasses Mick gave me. She hasn’t said anything to me since last night, so I hope she isn’t mad at me for telling her I wanted time to think without her. I have to admit, the thought of having someone tell me how to handle everything in the arena is nice, but I do feel a wave of discomfort mixed with disgust as I realize that the glasses had just been sitting on a counter while I was tweezed and waxed in my birthday suit. With a grimace that I pray Juliet doesn’t notice, I find myself hoping that Mick hasn’t seen too much of, well, me in the last few hours.

“That’s fine, we’ll just find a way to make them work, then,” Juliet hums, ignoring any semblance of discomfort that I might have displayed. “Now, do you remember your district’s parade costumes for last year?”

Of course, I do. That was the only Hunger Games parade I had paid attention to. Mick’s costume wasn’t anything over-the-top or super revealing - a black, one-piece suit with glowing circuit lines all over it - but I still kept a close eye on her throughout the parade, paranoid that the tech in her costume might spontaneously combust at some point. “Black, glowing, and skin-tight?” I question with a not-so-subtle roll of my eyes. “Yeah, I remember.”

“Good,” Juliet says with a smirk, sliding her folder across the table toward me. “This year will be nothing like that, thankfully. Take a look for yourself.”

Taking the folder from the table, I open it to find a drawing that had been made by hands far lighter than mine. Juliet’s sketch of me is graceful and feminine, something I hardly ever associate with myself. I like to spend my days with frizzy, unmanageable hair in the lab or out in the abandoned hubs, exploring what was left of the old world; dressing up and looking dainty isn’t my thing. That drawing, however, makes it look like I could pull it off.

“It’s definitely nothing like what I’ve worn before,” I allow, not wanting to sound too eager or, even worse, too rude.

Juliet seems to take it well enough as she chuckles, “It will probably be a lot more comfortable too.”

Doubtful.

After eating, Juliet leaves me alone for a while before returning with my prep team. Soon, I’m brought over by the windows and the shutters slide into place. Before long I’m deprived of my robe of modesty and coated in a fine layer of holographic glitter that only appears when I move and doesn’t feel even the slightest bit itchy, which I am immensely grateful for. Once the glittery lotion has dried into my skin, I’m snaked into a silky, black dress that stops in the middle of my thigh. The over-dress is made of flexible plastic and has three parts - one that covers my chest and hooks over one shoulder to meet the back, one that is a solid skirt, and another skirt layer that has a thick belt. In the back, the dress is laced together as tightly as possible without making me uncomfortable and my shoulder piece is attached to two glowing “wings” that will track my arm movement when I wave to the crowds.

As far as I can see, the dress is all black and completely plain, but when I ask Juliet how this is different from the past year’s costume, she merely smirks and says, “You’ll see. Everyone will see.”

Yeah… not very reassuring.

Once I am dressed, Gleam has me sit on a stool while she works on my hair, attaching long cords to my hair and braiding separate strands before pulling my hair into a high ponytail. Per my request, Juliet insists Gleam finds a purpose for the hair stick I had gotten from Bissette and she ends up poking it through the base of my ponytail, wrapping a braided strand of cord around it to keep it in place. Once she is done, I am put on display for the four of them, listening to them happily compliment me more than anyone has before. It feels awkward hearing them talk about me like I am something for them to adore. I’m not a huge fan of flattery, but I accept their words with a smile that I hope they can’t tell is the slightest bit forced. After a while of feeling like an overdressed, overplucked chicken, I am ushered toward the hallway where we wait for Riven to come out with his prep team.

From my spot on a bench, I watch as District 6’s male tribute is led into the hall by his prep team. The boy, Royce, is Mick’s friend, Miles’ younger brother, and is the same age as me. We’ve talked a few times over the radio in Mick’s basement, but it feels like an eternity has passed since we last talked. He looks taller than I imagined, yet would probably be shorter than me even without the heeled shoes on my feet. His tawny eyes glimmer in the lights above us and his dark, rich curls are neatly coiled and frame his face just right. He looks more mature than he did in the last reaping, but then again, I’m sure I’ve changed just as much. It feels like forever since then and I have to wonder if he remembers us chattering about nonsense all those months ago. It doesn’t take much for me to think about how long it will take for him to forget all of that in the arena. Friendships never last inside the arena - everyone knows that.  

As I lock eyes with him, I hold out hope that maybe we won’t have to kill each other. We have too much in common. We both were volunteered for by someone we cared about, both of those people are supposed to be dead, and we are here now as retribution. It wouldn’t be fair for them to pit us against each other, especially not when we both know that the people who volunteered for us last year are going to be watching us throughout everything. As I flounder in the deep end of my thoughts, Royce turns to his stylist and whispers something that makes both of them look my way. His blonde stylist’s eyes widen as she looks over me and my prep team, but she masks it with a gasp of, “Julie!”

Juliet is quick to turn toward the other blonde, squealing out, “Carrie!” 

The two blondes meet in the middle of our respective groups, chattering happily and quickly about things I can’t make out as I follow Juliet over. As I near them, Royce meets me, extending a hand and a hesitant smile, “I’m Royce, District Six.”

Maybe he didn’t remember me at all. That would make things easier for him. “Vivien,” I reply as I latch onto his hand and shake it, “District Three.”

Instead of letting go of my hand, Royce seems to tighten his grip, if only just a little. “Vivien?” he repeats in some form of surprise. I slowly nod. “You look so different in person! I thought you were one of the Capitol sponsors or something.”

I glance over my shoulder at the lime green, orange, and pink prep team I had left chattering on the other side of the hallway. They are the embodiment of Capitol fashion - do I really look like one of them? Is it a good thing if I do? Mustering a hesitant smile, I slowly turn back to Royce. “Thank you… I think.”

Royce chuckles nervously as he lets go of my hand, “It was supposed to be a compliment. I just mean that you don’t look like you’re from the districts. You look beautiful.” He takes a moment to read my expression before his eyes widen and he backpedals, “Not that you don’t look good when you’re back in District Three! I mean, I’ve never seen you in District Three since I’ve never been, but I’m sure you look nice there too and-”

I cut him off with a laugh, giving him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder, “How about you stop while you’re ahead, pretty boy?”

He is quick to nod, his lips drawn tightly together in a small grin. “That’s probably for the best.” Then, just as I am about to ask him about the clothes he’s been shoved into, Royce rolls his eyes and mutters, “Oh, shut up.”

“Excuse me?”

Royce freezes, staring at me in wide-eyed horror. “I’m so sorry,” he squeaks quickly, quietly. “That wasn’t meant for you.”

I glance at his prep team who are too busy chatting with each other to bother with our conversation. My prep team is immersed in a conversation about hair products, and our stylists are still engaged in a bubbly conversation that goes by too quickly and quietly for either of us to be able to make out any words. That leaves me and Royce. Royce looks anywhere but me as I turn back to him, but his mistake is turning to look down the hall at the giant clock on the wall. That split-second turn allows me to see the set of earbuds I had helped Mick’s family make for a select few victors and their families. Royce was listening to his family back home. 

A soft chuckle falls from my lips and Royce finally looks back at me. I pat him on the arm once again and whisper, “Tell your brothers I say hi.”

Whatever Royce had planned on saying never comes out as he watches me in bewilderment, his mind probably racing faster than any of the computers back home could process. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re a terrible liar, Royce,” I tease, tapping my left ear discreetly before tucking some hair behind it. Royce’s expression of false confidence falters and I quickly add, “Oh relax, I’m not going to get you in trouble. I helped make those earbuds. I hope you have fun talking with your brothers.”

I watch as he slowly begins to relax. Eventually, he lets out a relieved sigh and whispers, “Thank you. It’s just about the only thing keeping me sane right now.”

“That makes one of us,” I mutter, knowing just how crazy Mick might go once I am alone. “Does your stylist know?”

He nods, leaning against the wall, “She helped one of my mentors give them to my brother last year as his token. They’re mine this year.”

“That’s smart,” I say with a small smile. “Mine will probably have to be my glasses or some bullshit like that.”

Royce hums before going silent. I watch him for a moment and, eventually, he grins. “My brother likes you already. He says you might get more if you’re good to your stylist.”

“He would know,” I chuckle.

Royce snorts, “Yeah, but he flirted with Carrie. Somehow, I doubt you could do the same with your stylist.”

“Sadly, I prefer brunettes,” I chuckle.

Ending our conversation all too quickly, Juliet calls me over to the elevator where she and the others are gathered. Riven had emerged from his room at some point during my conversation with Royce, completing our little posse. I turn back to Royce and shake hands with him one last time before heading over to the group I’m supposed to be with. Standing in the elevator, I look back to see Royce talking with his stylist, a luminous smile proudly splitting his features. When he turns and gives me a small wave, I smile and wave back as the doors of the elevator slide shut.

As we propel toward the bottom level of the Remake Center, Riven nudges me in the ribs with a smug smirk on his face. “Got a new boyfriend there, Pip?”

I snort, “Yeah, right. I bet that, after a few days in the arena, we’ll be at each other’s throats.”

He shakes his head and looks ready to say something, but it’s Juliet who is quick to quip, “I guess you really do need those glasses.”

My face must say it all as I whirl around to Juliet, making her snicker at me in response. Riven laughs at me and, very faintly, I hear a snorted laugh from seemingly nowhere. Mick is watching, laughing as the others mock my little conversation with Royce. I faintly wonder if she agrees with them. With a roll of my eyes, I allow the rest of the ride to go by in relative silence, and, soon enough, we reach the ground floor of the Remake Center. Mick’s claims of this floor being a giant stable for the horses ring true as we leave the elevator and I come to the realization that I will soon have to help the prep team drag Riven away from the pristine animals attached to our chariot.

A few other districts are there, looking disgruntled with the fact they have to put on a show. The green-haired girl from District 1 watches us as we near our chariot and I find myself nodding toward her. She ducks her head in return and sends me a small grin as she strokes the horse that will pull her chariot. If it weren’t for the fact that she was a part of the Careers, I might have made the effort to talk with her. Careers weren’t particularly known for their camaraderie with other districts - hell, they were barely able to remain friendly with the people they considered members of their pack - and I don’t want to end up anywhere on their shit list.

Riven pulls my attention back to him as he offers me an apple and practically drags me toward our golden horses. For as long as I have known him, Riven has always had a thing for animals. Over the years, he’s taken in injured birds, squirrels, bunnies, frogs, and even a snake at one point. Animals were a passion for Riven and, I had to admit, it was nice to see him in his element, even if it was just watching him happily feed a horse an apple.

“Got a new girlfriend there, Riven?” I tease as he strokes the large animal’s tangle-free mane.

He chuckles, shaking his head as he turns to me, “I’ve never seen one so well-trained. The ones I’ve seen back home are wild and don’t normally go up to people, but these are so relaxed and well-behaved.”

After watching him and the horse for a while, I sigh and feed my horse the apple I’ve been given. “When we get home,” I begin with a smile, “we’ll get you a proper horse.” Riven’s eyes are on me as soon as the words leave my lips, but I refuse to meet his gaze, knowing what he would tell me if I did. His claims of determination to help me get through the Games and willingness to sacrifice himself for me if need be… I don’t want to hear them. I’ll stand by my words - either the Capitol will take both of us as victors or we’ll find a way to get out together. Riven doesn’t need to die for me. 

With a heavy sigh, Riven winds an arm around my shoulders and leans his chin on the top of my head. “We’ll get two horses,” he states matter-of-factly. “One for you and one for me. They’ll have plenty of space to run around in Victor’s Village.”

I smile up at Riven - grateful that, for once, he’s playing into the little fantasy world I’ve begun forming for us - and he presses a quick kiss to my forehead before squeezing me to his side once again. We entertain ourselves with the horses until District 6 comes down and our stylists begin chatting again. The girl who came with Royce looks bored with everything and doesn’t even try to converse with us, leaving me, Riven, and Royce to talk. Over time, we begin to realize that Royce isn’t very different from us. He tells us about the workshop he works at and how the department he’s in is the one that handles the tech for the trains and hovercrafts. Riven and I tell him about the project we’re working on that will help the vehicles get further without refueling. Royce talks about how close he is with one of his mentors and, in return, I explain my connection to the Birch family. The second Royce brings up the cat that he and his brothers rescued a while back, Riven goes on a tangent about the animals he’s taken care of over the years, bringing up all of the squirrels, foxes, and other creatures he had taken home.

“I can’t believe you took in a snake,” Royce laughs. “My brother never would have let me keep one.”

“He was only a tiny thing,” Riven brushes off with a shrug. 

“His name was Noodle and he liked to sit around people’s necks,” I made sure to add. Noodle was a green snake who was nearly toothless and was trained by Riven to play dead around people’s necks, which the playful snake did for fun anytime he was given to someone he particularly liked. Noodle was more of an accessory than anything and he seemingly enjoyed being a nuisance when we were working on paperwork at Riven’s house, but we all missed him when he eventually died.

Royce shakes his head with a grin, “Our cat, Binx, sits on people’s shoulders, but he’s too nosy to just sit around someone’s neck. He likes to know everybody’s business.”

I can just imagine a black cat perched on someone’s shoulder, looking around like he understands every word, every story that is being told around him. According to Royce, he is a rather loving cat, especially if given a piece of cheese, and I briefly find myself wondering if I might be able to befriend the cat if I get the chance to visit Royce and his family in District 6. It hits me all too quickly that, despite how friendly we are right now, only one of us will end up coming out of the arena. The chances of me meeting Royce’s family cat are slim, but as I plaster a smile on my face and continue with the conversation, I find a distant part of my mind continues to hold onto what little optimism I still have.

Our chatter lasts long enough to allow the other districts to find their way to the stable room and, before I know it, we’re told to load ourselves into the chariots for the ride through the city. Riven shakes Royce’s hand before hauling himself up the side steps and into our chariot. However, as I step toward the side of the golden chariot, Royce holds out a hand. With a smile of gratitude, I place my hand in Royce's and allow him to help me up the steps before wishing him good luck and watching him wander off toward his district’s chariot. 

“You must be blind as a fucking bat,” Riven says with a smile and a shake of his head.

His statement throws me off my train of thought and I whirl around to face him with wide eyes and a raised eyebrow, “What?”

“He likes you.”

“He does not,” I argue, rolling my eyes. “He and I are in the same boat, he’s just being nice.”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll be sure to remind you of that on your wedding day.” Riven clears his throat and, like an idiot, proclaims, “‘Dearly beloved, we’re gathered here today because this dumbass thought this idiot was just being nice to her.’ Sounds very romantic.”

“You’re such an idiot,” I chuckle.

Riven smirks. “You want to be the pot or the kettle there, dipshit?”

Juliet comes over with a beaming smile, cutting off any more of Riven’s teasing as she stands on the bottom step of our chariot and says, “Before you leave, I’ll turn on your outfits. Make sure you show off the sleeves.” She gets down from the chariot as the opening music begins and the large metal doors begin to slide open. Juliet takes a few steps away before turning back to us. “Oh, and Vivien, try not to knock the lights out of your hair.”

“Lights?” I question as District 1 is pulled out of the building and into the crowd-packed streets. “What lights?”

Juliet says something as our chariot begins to move, but I can’t hear her over the blaring music. As District 2 leaves the building, a colorful array of lights catches my eye. Looking down, I see that the outer layer of my dress has sparked to life, LED lights dancing in pre-programmed patterns over my skin. Riven’s outfit is similar in a way, small lights glimmering around him and casting a rainbow glow everywhere. He points to my head with a grin and, in the reflection of his plastic suit, I see the braided strands of my hair have LEDs woven into them, creating the illusion of a crown on my head. 

Due to my distraction with our outfits and my hair, my grip on the bar in front of me falters as our chariot begins to move, but Riven’s reflexes are flawless and he snatches my wrist before I can fly off the cart. Instead of letting go, he grips my hand over the bar with a smile and we wave with our free arms as we pass through the giant metal doors and into the Capitol. 

The roar of the crowd when we appear is deafening, but the idea that there are sponsors watching our every move forces me to keep a smile on my face. Soon, their screaming cheers turn into chants of “District Three!” It doesn’t take long to realize that we’ve taken all the attention from the first two districts. I don’t normally like having so many eyes on me, but when I catch sight of us on a large screen, I realize why everyone is so impressed by us. In the deepening twilight of the city, the fluttering digital lights tracking our arm movements and the brilliant light displays on our outfits draw the eyes of everyone present. We’re glowing, illuminating everything around us in jaw-dropping brilliance.

Glancing at Riven with a smile, he motions for me to grab the bar with the hand I had been waving with and, when I do, he raises our joined hands as high as my shorter arm will allow. The Capitol citizens go berserk, throwing flowers and stuffed animals at us and shouting our names as we near them. After a short while, our arms return to the bar and we begin waving again, occasionally catching the gifts tossed our way and thanking them in our own way. I catch a stuffed bunny that’s thrown my way and hold it close to me briefly before blowing a thankful kiss in the general direction it came from. As though it were real and tangible, hands shoot up from the crowd to catch my imaginary kiss and people begin screaming my name so loudly that I fleetingly wonder how my ears haven’t begun bleeding.

We enter the City Circle a lot sooner than it ever looks on television and, for the last time, Riven drags our linked hands into the air to bring back the cheers of the crowd. The music continues for a while as the other districts file in behind us, but once we’re stopped in front of the president’s mansion, our hands drop due to exhaustion, the music flourishes to a finish, and our luminous, cape-like sleeves disappear. The City Circle darkens significantly without our glowing display, but once my eyes adjust to the sudden absence of brightness, I'm able to look around without the lights blinding me, which I'm grateful for. The buildings around the Circle rise far higher than they look on screens and are filled with the most prestigious Capitol citizens as well as President Harmon himself. 

President Harmon, a man around the same age as Mick’s parents, steps forward, making his way to the edge of his mansion’s balcony and waving to the crowd. He looks… friendlier in person. “Welcome,” he begins, his voice echoing through the city’s speakers. The cheering crowd begins to quiet as his voice booms over them. As they quiet, he looks down over the twenty-four of us that line the Circle and smiles, “Tributes, welcome. We salute your courage and your sacrifice. For this sixty-third year, we wish you a happy Hunger Games.”

The crowd roars and, in that second, the truth sinks in. They’re cheering for a pageant of death. They’re cheering for the deaths of twenty-three children. I could be one of those children. I could be dead within a handful of days. My knees wobble at the thought and I worry they may buckle beneath me, but Riven’s grip is firm and steady, urging me to stay upright until we’re in the Training Center and away from prying eyes. Droning out the rest of the president’s speech, I find myself minutely aware of just how many eyes and cameras are on me right now, watching my every expression and movement. I wish they weren’t. 

Before I know it, the national anthem is playing and our glimmering capes are back. The cameras showcasing the tributes on every screen make an effort to show the others as we parade around the Circle one last time, but even I am aware that we are now the main focus for everyone. As soon as we are in the Training Center and our chariot is stopped away from the intense eyes of the Capitol, I allow myself to collapse, my knees thudding heavily against the metal carriage. Riven is quick and protective, dropping down beside me and asking me what’s wrong. I shake my head and spew off some bullshit excuse about balance and the wind making me shaky, which he seems to buy. By the time our prep teams and stylists are nearing us, Riven has helped me to my feet and has kept a firm arm around my shoulders to keep me upright. The elevator ride to our floor of the building is filled with chatter from everyone else, but Riven and I remain mostly silent, offering tentative smiles when comments are directed our way. However, when I turn to him, Riven smiles, squeezes me close, and softly comments, “I bet all of Three is cheering us on tonight.”

I can think of five people - maybe nine, if I add our friends from work and Bissette - who would have had their eyes on us the entire time. The thought of them sitting around their televisions, watching us, and cheering for us makes a surge of happiness flood my body. I find myself smiling up at Riven as I realize his optimism is contagious and, despite the thoughts racing through my brain, I wrap my arms around his middle, and relax just a little. For now, I can allow his relentless positivity to flood my veins and sink into my skin. Riven’s arms tighten around me as we near our floor, but even as we step out of the elevator and into our floor of the building, he doesn’t let go. His laughter is like an infectious disease as he lifts me and spins me around the apartment, chanting “District Three” as loud as he can. In a way, I suppose we both need some of his boundless optimism to keep us sane. Luckily for me, Riven doesn’t seem to mind sharing.

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Combination Brows In Csmt | Victress Beauty Lounge

Frame Your Face, Elevate Your Look with Combination Brows

Eyebrows are like picture frames for your face but filling them in with pencils can be a daily struggle. There’s a better way! Combination brows are an amazing solution to transform your brows. Imagine waking up with flawless, perfectly shaped brows without the daily struggle. 

What are Combination Brows?

Combination Brows combine two popular semi-permanent makeup techniques: microblading and shading (also known as ombre brows). This powerful duo allows us to create incredibly realistic, multidimensional brows tailored to your unique desires.

Microblading utilizes a fine blade to deposit pigment into the skin, creating hair-like strokes that mimic your natural brow hairs. This technique is fantastic for achieving a realistic, textured brow appearance. 

Shading, on the other hand, utilizes a pixelated technique to create a soft powder effect, filling sparse areas and adding subtle definition. This technique is ideal for creating a fuller, more defined brow shape.

The Benefits of Combination Brows:

Natural Yet Defined: Enjoy the best of both worlds! Achieve realistic hair strokes for texture with microblading, seamlessly blended with a soft powder effect for a natural, defined brow.

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Long-Lasting Results: Experience perfectly shaped brows for 1-2 years with proper aftercare.

Reduced Makeup Routine:Ditch the brow pencils and gels! Combination brows save you precious time in your morning routine.

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Are you the Right Candidate for Combination Brows?

Combination brows are a versatile solution for many individuals, including those with:

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The Combination Brows Process 

Complimentary Consultation: Discuss your desired brow shape, color preferences, and any questions you may have. Experienced technicians will assess your brows and recommend the most suitable approach.

Custom Brow Design: Brows should perfectly complement your unique features. Design a custom brow shape specifically for you.

Topical Anesthetic: Utilize a topical anesthetic to minimize discomfort during the treatment.

Precise Pigment Selection: Use high-quality, biocompatible pigments chosen to match your natural hair color and skin tone for a seamless blend.

Skillful Application: Experienced technicians utilize sterile, single-use needles for precise microblading and shading techniques.

Detailed Aftercare Instructions: Receive comprehensive aftercare instructions to ensure optimal results and healing.

Combination Brows Healing Process

The combination brows healing process can take around 4 weeks to fully heal. In the first few days (1-3), your brows will be darker than expected and might have some scabbing. Resist the urge to pick! By days 4-7, the scabs will naturally flake off, revealing lighter brows (don’t worry, the pigment is still there!). Follow aftercare instructions (especially avoiding harsh products and sun exposure) for 2-4 weeks to ensure optimal healing and a beautiful result. A touch-up appointment around 6-8 weeks (about 2 months) finalizes your perfect brows!

Embrace the Beauty of Semi-Permanent Makeup with Victress

Victress is here to guide you every step of the way, no matter what semi-permanent option you choose. We offer services including microblading eyebrows, brow lamination, nanoblading eyebrows, ombre powder brows, eyelash extensions, eyelash lift, eyelash tint, lip blushing, lip correction, permanent eyeliner, mole tattoo on face and scalp micropigmentation to suit your goals! If you are looking for these services search ‘combination brows near me’ on the internet and visit our website to book a consultation. We’re passionate about helping you achieve stunning, long-lasting results that boost your confidence and simplify your beauty routine.

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Discover Advanced Hair Solutions in Mississauga: Laser Hair Removal and Innovative Treatments

In the bustling city of Mississauga, where innovation meets lifestyle, two standout solutions are transforming the way residents approach personal grooming and hair restoration. Laser hair removal mississauga and cutting-edge hair loss treatments have become increasingly popular, with Antech Hair Clinic leading the charge in offering exceptional care and results.

Laser Hair Removal:-

Laser hair removal has revolutionized the beauty industry by providing a more permanent and effective alternative to traditional hair removal methods like shaving, waxing, and tweezing. This non-invasive procedure uses concentrated light beams to target hair follicles, causing them to shrink and eventually stop producing hair.

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For Mississauga residents seeking smooth, hair-free skin, laser hair removal offers several advantages. First, it provides precision and efficiency, New Hair Loss treatment mississauga treating multiple hairs simultaneously while leaving surrounding skin undamaged. This translates to quick treatments and reduced discomfort compared to other methods. Additionally, laser hair removal is known for its long-lasting results, with many clients experiencing a significant reduction in hair growth after a series of sessions.

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In parallel with advancements in hair removal, hair loss treatments have also seen significant progress. Antech Hair Clinic is at the forefront of these innovations, offering a range of therapies designed to address various types of hair loss and restore confidence in those affected.

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One of the most promising treatments offered at Antech Hair Clinic is Platelet-Rich Plasma (PRP) therapy. This cutting-edge approach involves drawing a small amount of the patient’s blood, processing it to concentrate the platelets, and then injecting it into the scalp. The growth factors in the platelets stimulate dormant hair follicles, promoting hair regrowth and improving hair density.

Another notable treatment is Low-Level Laser Therapy (LLLT), which uses red light lasers to energize and stimulate hair follicles. This non-invasive procedure has been shown to enhance cellular activity, improve circulation, and promote hair growth in both men and women.

Antech Hair Clinic’s team of experts evaluates each patient’s unique condition to recommend the most effective treatment plan. By combining advanced technology with personalized care, the clinic ensures that each individual receives the best possible outcomes.

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Antech Hair Clinic’s reputation in Mississauga is built on its dedication to providing top-notch care and achieving outstanding results. Their commitment to using the latest technology and employing a patient-centered approach sets them apart in both laser hair removal and hair loss treatments.

For residents of Mississauga looking to enhance their grooming routine or address hair loss concerns, Antech Hair Clinic offers a comprehensive suite of solutions designed to deliver visible, lasting results. With their expert team and innovative treatments, they are poised to help individuals look and feel their best, paving the way for a confident and revitalized future.

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Is It Still Fun Once You Have Done It All?

If you are reading this, you will likely be aware that I epilate/pluck or wax my entire body. The last area where I still used to shave was my beard, but that changed in May of this year, and after some painful beginnings, going over it with the epilator once a day doesn’t feel as bad as it used to anymore.

(Me less than a month ago.)

As you can see here, the beard is far from giving up, but I have significantly reduced its shadow, and I hope maintenance will become a lot easier in the not too distant future, as it has done for the rest of my head.

My entire body looks and certainly feels pretty smooth at this point, meaning that I have kind of taken the hairless thing as far as I could. At least there seem to be no more drastic lines to cross, I’m just hairless all over. However, while it is true that I cannot really change my appearance any longer by removing more hair, this doesn’t mean that all the fun is over.

To start off, while shaving or tweezing new areas is certainly a very intense experience, I’m certainly not only interested in the process of removing hair; I equally love the result, I love showing myself to the world like this, as well as how being hairless looks and feels. And while I’m getting more confident as far as my appearance is concerned, the awareness of having made an unusual choice that might get noticed is still there. In other words, the thrill hasn’t gone away, even though it is not as strong as it was right after shaving my head bald for the first time or after saying good bye to my brows.

And there is another thing that plays into this. Yes, I have done the full body treatment for a long time now, but not all hair has given up yet. So there is still the awareness that, the longer I do this, the more follicles I will eventually damage and the more this look will become irreversible. The change may not be sudden and immediately noticeable anymore, but that also feels like (continually) crossing a line.

And I’m excited about that.

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THE SECRET TO SEAMLESS FIT: A GUIDE TO MEASURING AND CUSTOMISING YOUR 13*6 LACE FRONT WIG

A well-fitted and meticulously customised lace front wig is the key to achieving a natural and undetectable appearance, allowing you to enjoy the transformative power of your hairpiece with complete confidence.

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Once you've selected your 13*6 lace front wig from Ulofey, customising it to suit your unique features and style is the next crucial step for an impeccable and undetectable look. From trimming the lace to creating the perfect hairline, attention to detail can make all the difference in achieving a seamless and natural appearance.

In our step-by-step guide to measuring and customising your 13*6 lace front wig, we will equip you with the essential knowledge needed to create the perfect fit and to ensure your wig looks stunning and unbelievably real. Experience the transformative potential of a flawlessly fitted and customised lace front wig from Ulofey and let your natural beauty shine through.

Measuring Your Head for the Perfect Fit

1. Head Circumference:

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2. Ear to Ear Measurement:

For an accurate ear-to-ear measurement, place one end of the tape measure at the front hairline beside one ear, then stretch the tape across the top of your head, down to the front hairline at the other ear. This measurement will aid in achieving the best fit and seamless appearance for your lace front wig.

3. Front to Nape:

Place the tape measure at the centre of your front hairline and stretch the tape down your head towards the nape of your neck. This measurement helps ensure the depth of your wig cap is suited to your head shape.

Customising Your 13*6 Lace Front Wig for a Natural Look

1. Trimming the Lace:

Once your wig has arrived, carefully trim the excess lace around the hairline, following the natural line and contours of your wig while maintaining a safe distance from the hair. Use a pair of sharp and precise scissors to achieve a clean and even cut.

2. Securing the Wig:

To ensure a snug and secure fit, attach the adjustable straps or elastic band at the nape area of the 13*6 lace front wig. For additional security, utilise wig clips, combs, or adhesive if needed. Properly positioning and securing your wig is crucial for a seamless and natural-looking result.

3. Creating a Realistic Hairline:

Tweeze and pluck the hairline of your 13*6 lace front wig for a more natural and realistic look. Use gentle and gradual plucking motions, ensuring you don't remove too much hair at once. For guidance, refer to online tutorials or consult with a professional hairstylist.

4. Bleaching the Knots:

To further enhance the natural appearance of your 13*6 lace front wig, consider bleaching the knots on the lace for a more undetectable hairline. This process lightens the root of the hair, creating a more seamless transition between the lace and your scalp. For detailed instructions on bleaching knots, research online tutorials or seek the help of a wig specialist.

Styling and Maintaining Your Customised 13*6 Lace Front Wig

1. Washing and Conditioning:

Regularly clean and condition your 13*6 lace front wig using sulphate-free products specifically designed for wigs or human hair extensions. Consider applying a leave-in conditioner or heat protectant spray for added protection and to maintain the quality and appearance of your wig.

2. Heat Styling and Protection:

Although your lace front wig can be heat-styled, always use a heat protectant spray and keep the temperature of your styling tools at a moderate setting to prevent damage to the hair fibres.

3. Protective and Gentle Storage:

Store your customised 13*6 lace front wig on a wig stand or mannequin head to maintain its shape and quality. Make sure it is stored away from direct sunlight, heat, and moisture.

Final Thoughts

The art of measuring and customising your 13*6 lace front wig from Ulofey is an essential skill for ensuring a natural, comfortable, and seamless fit that enhances your beauty and style. By following the expert tips outlined in our comprehensive guide, you will be able to create a stunning and sophisticated look that is as close to undetectable as possible.

Unveil your full potential for styling, self-expression, and confidence with a perfectly fitted and customised 13*6 lace front wig from Ulofey, and revel in the mesmerising allure of a wig that feels and looks like your own, natural hair. Embrace the joy that personalised, luxurious, and flawless hair can bring to your life, and step into a world of elegance and style that knows no bounds!

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Embrace Smoothness, Say Goodbye to Unwanted Hair!

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What Is Ear Hair Called?

Have you ever ever observed these pesky little hairs protruding out of your ears? They are often fairly the eyesore, to not point out uncomfortable if they begin tickling the within of your ear canal. However have you ever stopped to surprise what these hairs are known as? Nicely, surprise no extra! The scientific period for ear hair is definitely "tragus hair," named after the small, pointed piece of cartilage positioned simply in the entrance of the ear canal. Whereas ear hair will not be essentially the most glamorous matter, it is at all times fascinating to be taught one thing new in regards to the human physique. So, the subsequent time you notice some tragus hair, you possibly can impress your pals along with your newfound information! Ear hair is known as 'tragus hair'. Tragus is a small pointed eminence of the exterior ear, located at the entrance of the concha, and projecting backward over the meatus. It's a regular prevalence for hair to develop within the tragus, in addition to different elements of the ear. Nevertheless, the extreme development of ear hair could cause hygiene points and affect listening. Common trimming or waxing might help handle ear hair development. What's Ear Hair Referred to as? Ear hair is a pure development that happens within the ear canal. It's typically thought about as an unattractive function and could be a supply of embarrassment for some folks. Nevertheless, ear hair serves a necessary objective and is a pure part of the human physique. Perform Ear Hair Ear hair, also referred to as cilia, serves an important operate within the ear canal. It helps to guard the ear against overseas particles, reminiscent of grime and mud. The hair traps these particles and prevents them from getting into the ear canal, which might trigger harm or an infection. As well as, ear hair additionally performs a job in regulating the temperature and humidity throughout the ear canal, which helps to stop the expansion of dangerous micro organisms. Sorts of Ear Hair Two kinds of ear hair may be discovered within the ear canal. The primary kind is called vellus hair, which is okay and brief. This sort of hair is discovered all through the physique and is usually not seen by the bare eye. The second kind of ear hair is called terminal hair, which is thicker and coarser than vellus hair. This sort of hair is usually present in areas such because the scalp, beard, and pubic area. Terminal hair can typically be seen within the ear canal and may be extra noticeable in older people. Execs and Cons of Ear Hair Whereas ear hair serves as an necessary operation in defending the ear canal, it may also be a supply of embarrassment for some people. Extreme ear hair may be unpleasant and will trigger self-consciousness. Nevertheless, eradicating ear hair may also have its drawbacks. Eradicating all of the ear hair can result in a larger danger of overseas particles getting into the ear canal, which might trigger harm or an infection. You will need to strike stability between sustaining wholesome ear hair and eradicating extreme quantities. Strategies for Ear Hair Elimination There are several strategies for eradicating ear hair, together with: - Trimming: Utilizing scissors or clippers to trim the hair to an extra manageable size. - Waxing: Make use of heat wax to the hair and eradicate it shortly to drag the hair out by the foundation. - Tweezing: Utilizing tweezers to pluck the hair out individually. - Laser hair elimination: Utilizing a laser to destroy the hair follicle, stopping regrowth. You will need to be aware that some strategies for ear hair elimination may be painful and will trigger irritation or infection. It's at all times finest to seek the advice of with knowledgeable earlier than trying to take away ear hair. Conclusion Ear hair, whereas typically thought about as an unattractive function, serves a necessary operation in defending the ear canal. You will need to strike stability between sustaining wholesome ear hair and eradicating extreme quantities. In case you are contemplating eradicating your ear hair, it's best to seek the advice of knowledgeable to find out the perfect technique for your particular person's wants. Often Requested Questions What's ear hair known as? Ear hair is also referred to as auricular hair or tragus hair. It's the hair that grows on and across the ear, together with the ear canal. Though ear hair is taken into account to be a pure part of the physique, extreme ear hair development could be a trigger for concern. It will possibly result in listening to issues, trapping moisture and grime, and even infections. What causes ear hair to develop? Ear hair development is a pure course that happens as we age. As we become older, the hair follicles on the ears have a tendency to supply extra hair, and the hair turns coarser and longer. Different components that may contribute to extreme ear hair development embody hormonal imbalances, genetics, and sure drugs. Is it secure to take away ear hair? Whereas it's typically secure to take away ear hair, it is very important to accomplish that rigorously to keep away from damaging the pores and skin or inflicting an infection. Some widespread strategies for ear hair elimination embody trimming, waxing, and utilizing depilatory lotions. Nevertheless, it is strongly recommended to seek the advice of with a medical skilled earlier than trying to take away ear hair by yourself. Can ear hair elimination enhance listening? Ear hair elimination is unlikely to enhance listening most often. In truth, some ear hair may very well assist to guard the ear canal against grime and different particles. In case you are experiencing listening issues, it is very important to seek the advice of a medical skill to find out the underlying trigger and applicable therapy. How can I stop extreme ear hair development? Stopping extreme ear hair development may be tough, as it's largely influenced by genetics and pure aging processes. Nevertheless, there are some steps you possibly can take to assist decrease the expansion of ear hair. These embody sustaining a nutritious diet, avoiding smoking and extreme alcohol consumption, and managing stress ranges. Moreover, sure drugs and dietary supplements could assist to decelerate the expansion of hair typically. In conclusion, the hair discovered inside our ear is known as "ear hair". Although there are various kinds of ear hair, together with these discovered on the outer ear, the hair contained in the ear canal is what most individuals seek advice from as ear hair. Whereas some folks may discover ear hair unpleasant, it truly serves an important objective. Ear hair helps to entice particles, reminiscent of mud and grime, stopping them from getting into the ear canal and doubtlessly inflicting harm to our listening. It is necessary to notice that extreme ear hair development could be a signal of hormonal imbalances or different well-being points. In case you're involved in your ear hair development, it is best to seek the advice of a healthcare skill. There are numerous strategies to take away ear hair, together with trimming or waxing. Nevertheless, it is essential to be cautious when eradicating ear hair, because the ear canal is a fragile space that requires cautious dealing with. In conclusion, whereas ear hair will not be essentially the most glamorous matter, it is an important part of our physique's pure protection system. Whether or not you select to embrace your ear hair or go for its elimination, understanding its objective and potential well-being implications is essential. Read the full article

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Using An Epilator On My Head (Part Two) - The Scalp

Sometimes I get the question how I managed to epilate all of my head, and how I have kept it that way. The short version and my inspiration for doing it the way I did can be found here.

Unlike others who seem to be able to get through the entire process during one weekend, starting from what I'd see as a considerable hair length (half a centimetre maybe), I needed several weeks to complete it. Shaving, then waiting maybe half a day before letting the epilator grab the very first stubble. Waiting more time, epilating again, this time with more stubble being ripped out, and repeating this process till it hurt so much that I shaved again, starting the cycle all over again.

One thing I had to deal with relatively soon were pimples/small ingrown hairs.

Not the end of the world, but not the best look, either. There are different methods for dealing with this, all of them basically some kind of peeling to enable the newly growing hair to find its way to the surface and stop the pores from clogging. What worked really well for me was a spray against ingrown hairs after epilating - a chemical peeling of some sort. To this day, I tend to apply it once a day, mostly in the evening before going to bed. On the day of a tweezing session applying it can sting, but it is bearable and a good sign that it does its work. Even if a pimple is already there, it will go away much quicker with this extra help.

Another thing I had to live with for a short time was a certain patchiness on my scalp. I'm talking about the small-scale level here, you can see some of it on the picture above. No-one ever commented on it, from a certain distance it wasn't even noticeable, neither was it under little light. Or maybe everyone just thought I hadn't done a good job shaving?

In any case, it went away after having tweezed every hair at least once, which took some time because of the different phases of the growing cycle the individual hairs were in. Once that was done, things got much better very quickly in every respect. The hair that did grow back was finer, which made it a lot less painful to epilate. Since I kept on tweezing twice a week (always in the evening), there was also not that much to remove in an individual session any longer. And regrowth has kept getting less over time.

The MPB zones were the first one where the hair seemed to give up, my natural hairline for example never really returned after going over it with the epilator a couple of times, the same is true for the stretch that goes from there to the crown. The hair more to the sides is also getting less dense now as far as I can tell; to be sure, I would have to stop epilating for a while, and I don't want to do that.

What I still do after every tweezing session on my scalp is a wet shave. Especially in the beginning, and even after having epilated every hair at least once as explained above, just tweezing wouldn't give the totally smooth feeling yet. The shave is extremely quick and effortless, and after that my scalp has almost a glass-like feel to it. Over time, the smoothness I achieve just by tweezing has improved considerably as well. Being consistent in using the epilator definitely has had its rewards.

(Another photo from last summer, not even a year after starting the scalp tweezing, but the work I had to put into maintenance was already so much less than at the beginning of the process, and while there was some regrowth after one or two days, I was shadow-free one hundred percent of the time.)

For those who consider venturing into this as well, I would like to stress (as Tom did on http://scalptweezing.com) that using the epilator on your scalp is likely to lead to noticeable permanent hair loss pretty soon. So that should be something that you want or at least accept in exchange for the benefits. It can also be part of the thrill to know you are changing your appearance in a way that cannot be undone, at least that was my case. Just don't forget that the point of no return can come really early.

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ive been in a soft / self-care mood today so heres some soft dazai stuff <3

dazai being convinced to wear a facemask because of you. in the 10 minutes or so he needs to wear it before washing it off he goes crazy complaining about the stinging. after he takes it off his skin is super fucking soft. you peck kisses all over his face, and pay a little more attention to the scars, not that he minds of course.

next dazai sees you working on your nails. youre pushing back your cuticles and trimming them so you can paint them. naturally, dazai wants you to do this to him, so he starts indirectly talking about how amazing it would be for his nails to be painted. naturally, when painting his nails, you picked out a color. he would likely enjoy black or red the most, but i wanna see his face with pink nails, i think it would be adorable.

taking a bath! lighting candles that are either marketed to men (man wood coffee musk) or incredibly flowery and romantic, like roses. theres a bath bomb that turns the water pink, rose petals, wine, and classical music playing. ignoring the sexy direction this could turn since i promised soft stuff in this writing, it would be so relaxing laying on his stomach, with him playing with your hair after massaging it with shampoo. he would actually take off his bandages and let you change them after. naturally, you leave many hickeys over his scars that would normally be covered, its not like anyone would see them anyways ;)

and finally, cuddling. maybe youre both reading books while laying on the couch, limbs entangled. you both gasp and make small comments on what youre reading, including an incredulous "WHAT THE FUCK" after a particular plot twist. or, maybe youre watching a movie together. sharing popcorn, a blanket covering your legs, and osamu's hands wandering around a bit too much for whats supposed to be a relaxing movie (show restraint or youll NEVER finish it). if youre watching a horror movie or a mystery, he will know exactly whats going on, and he will comfort you if youre scared. mf will tease you to hell in back if you jump while being in his lap. if a spicy scene comes on youre screwed (literally). any sort of emotional scene, happy or sad, he deserves an oscar for how well he is portraying the socially acceptable reaction unless of course youre around. the only time he'll ever cry during movies is when theres a scene where a mentor dies (think dumbledore or gandalf). he wont cry loudly, but youll notice a single tear rolling down his cheek. and of course, rom-coms, romance movies, and comedys all give him ideas on how to mess with you and the rest of his friends.

-☕️ anon

PLSSSSSSSSSSS he'd so want to be a part of every single step of your self care but then complain about every one kalfskljflsd like you said he wouldn't like how the face mask felt, he would HATE getting his eyebrows tweezed, he would honestly complain abt even washing his face and how water got everywhere he's so annoying.

and he'd so be sooooo dramatic about you pushing back his cuticles and act like it hurt so fucking bad kdaljfklasdjflk but he'd literally be so adorable with painted nails he'd be like omg babe im pretty just like you :")

god taking a bath with him would be so fucking sweet akldffsljsjfk like you'd basically just be laying on top of him surrounded by pink water and bubbles and he'd have his arms around you, pressing kisses to your forehead and combing his fingers through your wet hair. he'd hum in your ear as he massaged your scalp with shampoo, mumbling about how much he loves you. he's just soooo soft with you always there's tears in my eyes TEARS IN ME EYES

dazai is SO the guy to talk through an entire movie (me too dlkafjaskl) like literally nothing can happen without this mf making a comment

I JUST WANT TO HAVE A SELF CARE NIGHT WITH THIS MAN SO BADLY I JUST WANT THIS MAN SO BADLY

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Alopecia post incoming: this NYT piece is insane. As in, I am immediately commencing treatment after having sworn off medical therapies for almost three years.

I've been slowly losing my hair for a decade due to alopecia and CTE, very likely triggered by starting/stopping birth control in my early twenties, and during the pandemic it got precipitously worse and I finally had to capitulate and start wearing wigs. NB: best thing I ever did. I tell every woman I meet who's begun to notice excessive shedding and/or hair loss that treatments to regrow hair are either barely effective/only useful for slowing progression (e.g. topical Minoxidil, spiro, finasteride) or total horseshit snake oil. Skip the heartache and the pain and financial drain. I have tried it all; I have had my own blood centrifuged and injected into my scalp with 30-40 needles for several sessions and for thousands of dollars. It was not fun. It worked for about a year, and then I got food poisoning, and I lost even more hair than the PRP had regrown. Even transplants usually wind up being a temporary solution. The only cure for hair loss is wearing alternative hair.

BUT, as per that Times article, dermatologists have begun to notice that off-label use of low dose oral Minoxidil (literally just Rogaine in pill form, where bioavailability is superior) can induce miraculous regrowth. It's dirt cheap, low risk, and if you are in the beginning or middle stages of hair loss you have nothing to lose by trying it. The only downsides are that if it proves effective, you will have to continue taking it for the rest of your life, and you may experience additional body or facial hair growth that you can just shave/wax/tweeze/laser away if unwanted. Big Fucking Deal.