#shea butter hand cream

[personaltouchskincare]

Best Shea Butter Body and Hand Cream by Personal Touch Skincare

 It’s THAT one essential that’s a jack of all trades, we’d say! It helps moisturize dry skin, cracked heels, frizzy hair and can safely be used on your skin from head to toe. 🤍 Intensely hydrating and soothing 🤍 Made with natural ingredients 🤍 Safe for all Personal Touch Skincare, Intense Seal Balm, Dryness, Haircare, Skincare, All in one, Luxury, Good Skin, Balm

Website: https://www.skincarepersonaltouch.com/products/intenseal-shea-butter-cream-balm-for-intense-dry-skin

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

BBW Cool Citrus Basil Body Cream and Healing Hand Cream

1990-1996ish

Found on Ebay, user daniprom-0

[hoppinkiss]

my sister bought a two pack of moisturizing cream and said I could open the box n keep one of em, the tins have pride colorsssss

I get eczema on my hands a lot so we'll see if this helps :0

[honeybeesoap]

[trendfag]

im going to buy hand cream on saturday when its on sale at ulta yaaaayyy

[shegetsburned]

꒰ఎ 🌸 ໒꒱ ㆍ ‘she’s just like candy, she’s so sweet’

── THEIR FAVORITE SMELL .ᐟ.ᐟ

when you wore that nectar and sweet peach body lotion for the first time, kento went crazy. it was during your vacation in the south together, you had just gotten out of the shower and the fruity scent graced his nose to leave a delicious imprint upon his nostrils. he walked to you, mesmerized, a careful hand trailing your back and you wonder why he seems in a trance when his eyes land on yours, heart pupils staring at your skin. before you know it, he’s removed your towel and has you all to himself in your bed. since that day, you never ran out of that lotion. there was always a bottle ready to use, graciously offered by none other than your husband who had fallen even deeper in your enchantment.

sukuna’s sense of smell is unmatched. you’ve never been worried about him losing you in a crowd, especially when you wear the exquisite honey and lemon body cream. it agitates his senses as he flies to your side. him who has known but blood and sweat now smells the sweetest scent he ever came upon. he is shamefully excited by the scent alone and the fact that your body wears it stimulates him even more. he’ll never admit it, though. he wonders what kind of spell you’re using when his body refuses to let go of you. he’s planting his nails into the fat of your ass and his fangs in the crook of your neck as he inhales the addictive perfume of the product.

when he comes home exhausted from work, higuruma delights himself in the charming coconut and coffee body lotion you use. the robust but addictive smell of fresh coffee beans mixed with the sweet aroma of coconut makes him want to devour you whole and gives him just enough energy to do so. throwing his suitcase aside, he entraps you in his embrace and buries his nose in between your boobs, placing hungry kisses upon your naked chest with desperate sighs. he has you trapped between his arms for the night and won’t let you go until he’s got enough of that heavenly scent.

you better believe choso is non-stop glued to your body every time you wear the oatmeal and shea butter body cream. you’re trying to leave the bed, but he has his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer — and be certain that his lips will never dare leave your skin. you taste like a comforting breakfast mixed with the softness of butter. your skin has never been this smooth and you’re clearly not the only one enjoying it when your man is sucking and biting into your flesh to savour the meal.

© shegetsburned 2024 please do not repost/edit/or claim my writing as your own.

[kairawrites]

shea butter.

🌺 masterlist 🌺

pairing: jude bellingham x reader

a/n: for all my fellow natural girlies. there's a slight mention of sex, you'll miss it if you squint.

summary: jude could do his own hair, but why do that when he has you?

The clippers hummed quietly in your hand as you focused intently on lining up Jude’s hair. The soft, melodic sound of Sade floated through the room, the sounds of her voice seemed to make time slow down and the outside world felt miles away. You hummed along quietly, barely conscious of it, your voice rising and falling with the rhythm of the music. 

Jude sat on your accent chair, the plush upholstery sinking slightly beneath his weight as he leaned back, his broad frame clad only in a pair of grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. A towel, hastily draped over his shoulders as a makeshift cape, protected his bare chest from the stray clippings of his hair.

His legs were parted just enough to make space for you to stand between them, your body close enough for him to feel the warmth radiating from you. His half-lidded eyes, still heavy from sleep, followed your every movement as you worked. The corner of his lips turned up in a lazy, contented smile as he listened to you hum softly. He knew the melody would be stuck in his head the moment he had to leave for the airport in the morning.

The fingers of his left hand are warm against your outer thigh. Gentle as they lightly retrace the same pattern over and over. He watched as your face took on that look of deep concentration he had come to love—your brow furrowing slightly, lips pressed into a soft line as you meticulously moved the clippers along his hairline. The way your lips parted ever so slightly when you leaned in closer, studying each angle, made his chest tighten with a familiar warmth. 

Your lashes fluttered with every blink, and Jude marveled at how you managed to look so peaceful and yet so focused all at once. Your eyes, usually bright with humor, were now narrowed, intent on perfecting every detail. The faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corners of your lips as the music shifted into a familiar tune, and you began to hum a little louder, Jude's fingers swirling to the beat.

Jude loved Sundays—at least, Sundays with you. With you, Sundays were peaceful. The morning was always dedicated to wash days, a ritual he had grown to love as much as you did. He would wake up to the sound of running water and the faint scent of your hair products lingering in the air, instantly bringing a sense of calm over him. He loved watching you go through your routine, the way you treated your curls with so much love and care, making him crave that same tenderness for himself. Which is why doing his hair had become embedded in your routine.

He was typically alongside you, resting on the edge of the vanity or standing nearby, his curious eyes studying the bottles of creams, oils, and conditioners you carefully selected. You’d catch him reaching for them, his hands inspecting the labels as if trying to decipher their secrets. Not sure why his hair only came out perfect when you used them. You loved that he wanted to be a part of it—so you’d often pass him a bottle, letting him unscrew the lids and hold the products just to make him feel included.

He would lift them to his nose, inhaling deeply, his face lighting up as he absorbed the subtle fragrances of coconut, honey, shea butter, and vanilla. “Smells like you,” he’d say, grinning. And you’d smile back, your heart swelling at how even the simplest things about you had become a comfort to him.

When it came time to detangle your curls, he was always eager to help, his hands gentle but sure as he ran them through your damp hair. He loved the feel of your curls, the softness that slipped between his fingers, the way your head would tilt just slightly, trusting him with something so personal. It was a quiet kind of intimacy—one that didn’t require words but was steeped in care. The kind of closeness he found himself craving whenever he was away, the moments he would replay in his mind on long nights spent traveling from one match to the next.

That’s why, when Jude woke up this morning and realized he had slept half the day away, he cursed himself for missing that precious time with you. Especially being as he had to leave in the morning. Sundays with you meant more than just relaxation; they were filled with the kind of connection that grounded him, that made him feel like just a man in love, far from the pressures and chaos of his world outside..

Although he’d missed your routine, he’d let out a sigh of relief when you had dragged him out of bed and to your chair.

Your hair, still damp from your wash day, framed your face in loose curls that bounced gently with your movements.

You leaned in closer, your hand gently cradling his jaw, your fingers just barely brushing the line of his jaw--a subtle reminder to stay still.

His gaze drifted over the curve of your lips, and he found himself smiling as he watched you quietly mouthing the lyrics to the song. You weren’t singing aloud, just quietly to yourself, as if the music had wrapped itself around you, pulling you further into the moment. Jude didn’t dare move, afraid to break the spell that had settled over the room.

"Almost done," you murmured under your breath, not even fully aware that you had spoken.

He could have closed his eyes and drifted off, lulled by the warmth of the room, the soothing music, and the gentle hum of your voice. But he didn’t want to miss this—didn’t want to miss watching you in this space where he was completely at ease. 

Jude’s voice was soft when he finally spoke, breaking the gentle silence. “You look so beautiful when you concentrate, you know that?”

Your eyes flickered up to meet his, surprised by the sudden compliment, a soft smile tugging at your lips. Your hands gently brush his shoulders to dust off stray hairs. "Sorry, Mr. Bellingham, I don’t accept compliments as payment," you teased, tilting your head with a playful glint in your eyes.

Jude’s laugh bubbled up, still thick with the remnants of sleep, the sound low and warm like a gentle rumble from his chest. It was the kind of laugh that made you want to curl back into bed with him. “Oh yeah?” he asked, his voice soft and teasing as he looked up at you, eyebrows raised. “What do you accept then?”

You grinned, biting your lip for a moment as you pretended to think. Letting your touch pass over his jaw, you smiled as his lips warmed your palm. “Kisses,” you said simply.

Jude didn’t miss a beat, his grin widening as he reached for you, his fingers slipping around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Got plenty of those," he murmured as he pressed a kiss to your stomach, his lips warm through the fabric of his sweatshirt that you wore. He placed a kiss against your chest, your neck before your cheek.

Your fingers curled into his hair as you laughed softly. "Better start paying up then," you whispered, leaning down to meet his lips with yours, the kiss soft and lingering. Your lips left his, him releasing an unsatisfied groan of protest. 

“We need to finish this,” you giggle, lips pressing against the bridge of his nose, before stepping back.

Jude’s eyes followed you as you moved, every part of him attuned to the way the soft fabric of his favorite sweatshirt shifted over your frame. The deep navy of the worn cotton contrasted perfectly against your skin, and though it hung loosely on you, it couldn’t hide the subtle movements of your body beneath. His gaze trailed from the hem brushing your thighs to the gentle sway of your hips, making it impossible for him to look away.

As you reached the vanity to place the clippers down, he took the opportunity to shift forward. His hands found your waist, pressing gently into the fabric, the warmth of his touch radiating through the sweatshirt. It was a familiar gesture, one that always made you feel anchored to him. You turned to face him, done gathering the items you needed to finish his hair, but Jude had other ideas.

With a gentle but insistent tug, he guided you back toward him, his eyes locking onto yours. 

“You can finish the rest here,” he mumbled. His arms slipped around your waist, drawing you down onto his lap. You settled into the familiar space, the weight of his hands steady and comforting against your hips.

“As long as you promise to behave,” the half hearted warning prompting your boyfriend’s touch to slip from beneath your sweatshirt.

Settling back against the seat, Jude murmured, “Always making me look better than anyone else could.”

You rolled your eyes at his flattery, your lips curving into a smile. “Your barber might disagree,” you teased lightly, though you knew the way he looked at you said far more than just appreciation for your skills with clippers.

Jude's eyes softened, his gaze never leaving your face as he replied, “No one takes the time and care like you do.” His hands slid up your thigh, his thumb tracing slow, lazy circles over your skin, sending a warm shiver through you.

Leaning in, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "Better let me finish then," you whispered, smiling against his mouth before pulling back. “Can’t have your fans coming for me if I mess you up.”

You lifted the spray bottle and began dampening his hair, your fingers working through his soft curls with practiced ease. Jude’s hands, however, had a mind of their own. They roamed gently over your legs, his fingers grazing the smooth skin of your thighs. He couldn’t seem to stop touching you, each stroke of his hands filled with lazy admiration.

As you focused, Jude’s hands eventually slipped beneath the hem of the sweatshirt, brushing over the small of your back. The light pressure of his touch made you sigh softly, the warmth of his hands seeping into your skin. His hands moved slowly, rhythmically, as though he were tracing a map only he could read.

“Jude,” you murmured, your voice laced with playful exasperation as you continued working on his hair. “You’re distracting me.”

His low chuckle vibrated through the space between you. “Can’t help it,” he murmured, his lips brushing your wrist in a gentle kiss as his hands wandered up your thighs again. “You’re just so soft.”

You bit your lip to suppress a smile, lowering the spray bottle as you combed your fingers through his curls. “You say that every time.”

“That’s because it’s true,” he countered, capitalizing on the pause in your actions. His fingers drew slow, lazy patterns across your lower back.  “I still don’t know how you’re always so soft,” he murmured, his hands moving to cradle your hips.

You tried to focus on the task at hand, but his hands made it nearly impossible. As your fingers moved through his damp curls, Jude’s touch drifted lower, cupping the backs of your thighs, his grip firm yet tender. The sensation sent a pleasant warmth through you, and when his hands finally squeezed the soft flesh of your butt, you couldn’t help but shift forward in his lap. You caught sight of his smirk as you instinctively shifted against him, the feel of him against you causing you to repeat the action.

“Jude,” you began again, only this time you’re unable to complete the sentence.

He hummed in response, his hands repeating the action, enjoying the way you moved in response to his touch. His grip tightened, encouraging you to grind against him, shifting his hips as your eyes fluttered close. “Hmm?” His voice was light, but the mischief in his eyes as he pulled back made it clear he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Mind your hands," you warned.

Jude’s lips curled into a smile, but he obediently kept his hands in place as you leaned back to retrieve the curl cream from the vanity. "I’m not doing anything," he teased, as he unscrewed the lid for you.

He was right. You should be able to resist him, but you can't. Not when the heat of his body is this close. Not when you can feel him pressing against you, the thin fabric of his sweatpants and your underwear separating you allowing you to feel exactly where his mind was headed. Not when his hands are kneading your skin, the motion hypnotic and tempting. Not when he leaned forward slightly, the moment you gathered the product in your hand, brushing his lips against your wrist as you began to work the cream into his hair.

You sighed, trying to suppress the flutter in your chest as his kisses moved lazily from your wrist up the inside of your arm. "Jude," you muttered, a mixture of amusement slipping into your tone. He knew what he was doing—distracting you, as always.

"Mmhmm?" he responded, his voice a soft murmur against your skin as he kissed a spot just above your elbow. “..you said watch my hands…”

Despite his affectionate distraction, you pressed on, determined to finish his hair. But Jude’s attention was unwavering—his lips now following a slow path up your arm, until he reached your shoulder. His mouth warm against your skin, tongue brushing against your skin before he gently began to against your neck. The position was not helpful, but you both knew you wouldn’t move to stand.

You pulled back briefly to grab more product from the vanity, shaking your head with a smile that you couldn't hide. As you leaned back in, Jude took the opportunity to nuzzle his lips against your neck, his kisses soft and warm, teasing the sensitive skin there picking up where he'd left off.

“Jude,” you said again, a warning in your voice, though it lacked any real conviction. The rest of your words were lost, falling victim to the sigh that escaped as he found the spot he knew that could cloud your mind. His fingers digging into your skin as you instinctively shifted your hips.

 He repeated the action, focusing solely on kissing and sucking your skin. The action covering your body in a familiar heat. It took all your concentration to stay focused on his hair rather than the way his hand shifted to rest against the base of your spine.

Your mind floods with memories of the last time you were in this position. You had meant to be doing his hair, but Jude's wandering hands and lips had made you abandon the task entirely. As you relax against him now, your hands momentarily still in his hair, a low chuckle escapes his lips, letting you know he’s thinking the exact same thing.

How easily it had been that morning to shift your weight to his right thigh. How your fingers had tightened in his hair, tugging against the curls you’d just tended to. How your hips allowed his hands to guide their movements. Him encouraging you to grind down on his thigh, until your body was a quivering mess your voice melding into the music, his lips and teeth dragging along the warmth of your shoulder and neck. How easily he'd slipped between your folds by the time he'd pulled you onto his lap. How the high you were chasing had forced you to accept his desire for you to ride him slowly. Submitting, allowing him guide your hips, welcoming the words he'd whispered against your skin. The orgasms he'd pulled from you that morning tugging at your mind each time you sat in that same chair when he was away.

"I’m just helping," he murmured, his voice low and teasing as he pressed another gentle kiss just beneath your ear, sending a rush of warmth through you.

"You’re not helping at all," you laughed softly. You were trying to sound firm, but his lips found that perfect spot again at the base of your neck, and you couldn’t help the quiet sigh that escaped your lips.

Jude’s hands remained planted firmly on your hips, just as you had instructed, but his lips—his lips had other plans. They moved with deliberate slowness, peppering kisses along the curve of your neck, your shoulder, your jaw.

“Just saving you time,” he mumbles. “No point in pretending how this’ll end.”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head in mock disapproval even as a smile tugged at your lips. "You’re impossible, you know that?"

He grinned against your skin, his breath warm as he whispered, "I know," before placing one last kiss just below your jawline.

Your hands, slick with product, glide through Jude’s curls one last time before you wipe them clean on the towel draped over his shoulders. His dark eyes are locked on yours, and you catch the way his lips twitch upward in that familiar, mischievous smile. He knows exactly where this is headed.

With a soft thud, you let the towel fall to the floor, and before you can make a move, Jude’s arms are wrapped around your waist pulling you close. He tips his head back slightly as your hands instinctively find the nape of his neck, your fingers grazing over the warm skin there. His gaze flickers down to your lips, and for a moment, his forehead rests against yours, his breath warm and steady as it fans over your face. 

Jude's nose brushes against yours, the softest of touches, and the space between you grows smaller until your lips meet in a kiss—gentle at first, tender and lingering. His lips hover there, but you can't help yourself. You lean into him, deepening the kiss, and the world around you fades. 

tagging those who liked the post about this story. sorry it's late af.

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[rafesslxt]

𝐒𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 | 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋

sfw headcanon | Enzo, Theodore, Mattheo, Draco

「 ✦ Headcanon about how their girlfriends would smell, what they would use + their reaction to it. ✦ 」

words: 1,2k

aesthetic: 🛁🧴🧖🏼‍♀️🧺🫧

Enzo:

coconut ☁️🥥🧴🌴🐚

haircare; coconut milk shampoo & conditioner by ogx

bodycare; coco cabana body wash and body cream by sol de janeiro

perfume/bodyspray; coco cabana body spray by sol de janeiro and coconut passion by Victorias Secret

It all began when you and the Slytherin Gang would chill in your common room late at night. Your sister had send you a package with some new products from the muggle world form a brand you really liked. You let yourself fall back into the couch where your boyfriend Enzo pulled you between his legs, so your back was against his chest. Not even a minute after he smelled your hair and his eyes widened as if he just pulled a line of coke he asked, "Baby, what is it that your hair smells so good?" He starts sniffing your hair like a dog and you giggle, your cheeks blushing. "My sister sent this to me the other day. A few products from the muggle world that I wanted to try. It's the brand I told you about a few days ago." He tried to listen to you but was totally consumed by the new smell. "Here, smell this." you grin and hold your arm in front of his nose. "What is– oh god damn.." The smell of coconut made it's way through his nose right to his brain. "It's a new body lotion and two body spray's I mixed so–" But before you could finish your sentence he pulled you with him up from the couch and pushed you towards his dorm. "Uhu you can tell me all about it once I'm ready with you."

Theodore:

pistachio & salted caramel 🍂🌞🍯🌰🧸

bodycare: body lotion and wash nr. 62 by sol de janeiro

lips: salted caramel lip balm by rhode skin

perfume/bodyspray: bodyspray nr. 62 by sol de janeiro or Casablanca Swiss Arabian perfume

His obsession with your smell started when you came back from your summer holiday's with your parents in the muggle world. You showed him what you brought back there, doing a little haul in front of him and your friends. They knew how much you loved to show the your new things every time you got back so they sat there and listened to your happy voice. "Oh and I almost forgot! I got these new things from a brand called 'sol de Janeiro' it's supposed to smell like pistachio and salted caramel. It's smells delicious really." You handed the items around and your friends smelled on the lotions and sprays. They all told you how good and yummy it smelled, smiling at the scent. When they finally passed it to your boyfriend, he took a smell and his eyes widened immediately. "Oh Mia cara this smells— oh dio aiutami." He pulled you closer to him and sprayed the bodyspray on your skin, waiting a few seconds before it dry's and he pulls your arm in front of his nose. "Oh principessa, this smells even more devine on your skin." "I'm glad you like it, Teddy." you smile at him and giggle. He puts more on you, on your bare legs, your arms, your chest and neck. "Baby we need to go." he suddenly urges and try's to pull you away from your friends who look knowingly at your boyfriend. He leans down to your ear and whispers into it, "It turns me on so fucking much sweetheart. And If you don't come with me right now I'm gonna take you over this couch."

Mattheo:

vanilla 🍦☁️🧁🧸🍨

bodycare: vanilla shea butter body wash and body lotion by dove

lips: laneige vanilla sleeping mask

perfume/bodyspray: Vanilla 28 perfume by kayali and Vanilla bodyspray by Victorias Secret

Mattheo really tried his best to be a good shopping partner but after the hundreth shop you walked through, he barely could comprehend anything you said. "Oh look a drugstore! I need a few new things. I wanna change my scent." His eyebrows shot up. "New scent? In like, new perfume?" You nodded your head and walked inside, your eyes already on a few products. "Yes and also my showering routine has to change so the smell matched the perfume." he looked at you in confusion. What do you mean your shower routine has to change? Just shower, right? "Hmm I'm thinking since it's getting a bit colder I'm gonna go for something less fruity." You browse through the shelves of the store until you find something to fill your basket. "And?" he asked lazily, looking at the new items. "Vanilla." you proudly smile at him, taking one of the bottles and opening the cap. "Here, smell it." You hold it in front of his nose and he takes a little sniff, his face soon changing into utterly confusion. "Wait–" he mumbles when you're about to pull the bottle away. He takes it out of your hand and smells it again, then the rest in your basket. "Oh baby, If you're gonna smell like this I'm eating you up as soon as you leave the shower." he smirks at you. You roll your eyes but can't help the giggle that leaves your mouth. "What are you doing?" you question your boyfriend when he starts walking through the store on his own. "Finding more of this vanilla stuff!"

Draco:

fruity 🍊🍋🌞✨🍹

haircare: mehr shampoo and conditioner by rituals

bodycare: mehr body scrub, shower foam and dry oil by rituals

perfume/bodyspray: body mist mehr by rituals or orange soleia by guerlain

Draco couldn't understand what got you so obsessed with muggle things until you showed him your newest treasure. "So you've been in this dirty muggle world to buy what? Showergel?"he mocks you a bit when he sees all of your new stuff spread around you on the bed. You roll your eyes at him and scoff. "Oh don't be so grumpy Dray, this smells really good. You'll love it." He sighs and sits down at the edge of your bed, his eyes scanning all of the products. "Looks pretty.." he admits in a quiet mumble but you still heard it. "I know! It's on the more luxury side and like a whole new brand! It's supposed to smell like orange and sandalwood." "Sandalwood? You wanna smell like a forest?" "Dracooo stop mocking me, please. Try it and tell me how you like it, seriously." You pull off the cap of your new bodyspray and spritz it on your wrist, holding it in front of his nose. You studied his face to see a reaction, but nothing. "Draco? Don't you like it? I chose something fruity because I know you li–" but before you could finish your sentence, you were pulled up from your bed. "Dray, what are you doing?" "We're gonna take a shower, right now." "Oh so you like the stuff from 'the dirty muggle world', huh?" Now you were the one who mocked him and made him roll his eyes but in his opinion it was worth it. "Yeah yeah, we'll see who's gonna laugh when I am ready with you, darling." And just like that your smile dropped to your panties.

sooo this is something different let me know If you liked it ☁️✨

also got inspired by a post from @ahqkas and how Theodore would love your vanilla scent. 🍦

+ i swear the rituals of mehr is SO freaking good! I worked at a rituals shop and it‘s so worth it 🍊

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[honeytonedhottie]

soft skin 101⋆.ೃ࿔*:･✍🏽🗒️

notes from my beauty binder about how i keep my skin soft and hydrated on a day to day basis…💬🎀

EXFOLIATION ;

use exfoliating gloves to wash ur body. they're rly good cuz they scrub ur body and get rid of any dead skin that could make ur skin rough etc. if u can't reach ur back with exfoliating gloves use an african net sponge or an exfoliating loofa that can reach ur back.

LOTION FOR DRY SKIN ;

even if u dont struggle with dry skin, the lotions that companies make for dry skin is super duper thick and moisturizing and it makes you SO SO soft. something that i rly like to use is the jergens ultra healing lotion. use body butters too.

use scrubs but not every day cuz thats not good for you. most of the scrubs that i use are from tree hut and my favorites from there are…💬🎀

♡ tahitian vanilla

♡ sugar cookie shea sugar scrub

♡ cotton candy

omg also mix in oils in ur cremes and body butters for EXTRA moisturization…💬🎀

FOR SOFT FEET AND HANDS ;

i use a salt scrub on my feet because it is a bit rougher which i prefer and it leaves my feet feeling more soft and smooth. then i use a thick moisturizer and cover my feet with socks.

for soft hands just moisturize ur hands periodly with thick hand creams and lotions. also soaking my hands in olive oil every now and then for 5 minutes helps a lot to soften my hands.

[personaltouchskincare]

Best Shea Butter Body and Hand Cream by Personal Touch Skincare

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Website: https://www.skincarepersonaltouch.com/products/intenseal-shea-butter-cream-balm-for-intense-dry-skin

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

BBW Mango Mandarin Hand Repair Healing Hand Cream with Shea Butter

2002-2006ish I think? early 2000s at least

found on ebay, user vl_grace

[honeybeesoap]

[dreamgrlarchive]

A Prissy Girl’s Guide to Winter

you guys LOVED the summer guide so it’s only right i make a winter version. i’ll be covering all the same topics in this posts that’ll outline what the prissy girl agenda is for this years frosty season. this post will give you about a month and a half to prepare for a prissy girl winter! ❄️💕🍧

what’s the look this winter?

“cute and cozy” i, personally, am going for a layered, always warm, mattified look this winter. somewhere between maximalist and bougie. still very much bimboesque, as this is a year long thing for a prissy girl. long big bombshell curls and big fluffy lashes! not to mention lots and lots of pink and white! lots of layered looks.

“it's officially fall bbys. uggs, tracksuits, sew ins are in”

-@prissygrI via twitter

“i can't wait for the winter so i can wear fur boots, earmuffs, leg warmers, layers and more cute stuff again <3”

-@prissygrI via twitter

“long bombshell curls, leg warmers, fur coats, tote bags, heavy blush, fur accents, ear muffs, long fluffy lashes, bling details, white gold jewelry, ugg boots, pink and white are my winter lewk this year 🎀❄️💕”

-@prissygrI via twitter

first and foremost…

skin prep is a priority again. winter is usually a dry time of year for people. instead of using oils and lotions, opt for heavier creams for moisture and hydration. some of my favs include cerave moisture cream, jergens shea butter body cream, and bath and body works body creams.

preparation

new thicker bedding and blankets to keep comfy and warm.

store all your hot weather clothes! but be sure to leave out the layerable pieces

buy some winter boots if you don’t have any! the ones i’m buying are the pink, black, brown and white cubby demonias.

car maintenance is extremely important. get your tires rotated, or new tires altogether. ensure your car’s brakes are properly maintained and your car’s heat is functioning properly.

invest in new body scrubs as this is usually driest time of year. the winter is the perfect time to work on your skin on the body because your skin has time to turnover and heal.

buy some mugs for hot chocolate and tea!

buying some thick tights and stockings and undershirts for layering.



essentials

hand cream

body cream

ugg collection

warm, sweet fragrances

winter/end of year diary

new phone case

travel thermos

tights and leggings

thermal under clothes

thick cozy pjs

moisturizing body washes

umbrella

lip balm!!! super important

dayquil/nyquil/cough drops

yankee candles

clothes and accessories

fur coats give a very bougie, expensive aura while being functional fashion for the super cold weather. i personally think you should have two to three

white gold and sterling silver jewelry over gold!

leg warmers are another example of functional fashion. they give such a cute delicate touch to your look while providing so much more warmth

bow details. just so cute. buy some ribbon and add it to anything. buy big or small hair bows

victoria’s secret pajamas and slippers. the classic stripe collection are a must but vs has lots of high quality cold weather pieces.

tote bags. something about big extra cute purses add to the maximal look of prissy girl winter to me. i love using my telfar, juicy bag, and victoria’s secret bag in the cold months to compliment my layers and details.

knitted clothing pieces. the perfect warm cozy touch to a look.

velour tracksuits. very self explanatory. super comfy n cozy and look amazing paired with boots

cute n comfy loungewear for cozy grl looks!

ear muffs

fuzzy sets and pieces. fashion nova has really cute girly fuzzy pieces. let’s look for hats and gloves with fuzzy details

fur and rhinestone details. fur trims, blingy jewelry! think bratz forever diamondz, myscene bling bling

fuzzy slippers

pink, white, and black are essentials

cheetah prints. purses, coats, tops anything! o feel like cheetah print is pretty neutral so it’s easy to pair

hoop earrings and blingy pendants. snowflakes are perfect for this season but anything icy but dainty is perfect. it’s something about snow and bling that goes perfectly together.

anything that gives bougie and expensive honestly!

beauty

long fluffy eyelashes. the wispy style is my fav but i feel like they aren’t extra enough for the winter. fluffy lashes covered in snow are so cute!

pink and brown creamy opaque glosses

pressed powder to wear for a matte, smooth makeup look.

new whipped body butters! butters help seal in moisture, hydrating the skin much better than thin lotions.

edp with warm notes of decadence. ex. burberry her elixir, armani my way intense, b&bw a thousand wishes, vs warm and cozy, ariana grande cloud, billie eilish, etc.

sweet scents that smell like cinnamon, chocolate, gingerbread, and cranberry.

26”+ sew ins and extensions for long bombshell hair. the winter is the best season for sew ins and i’m definitely getting mine!

thick facial moisturizer to protect your skin from the windy blistering cold.

[fushigujiro]

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍

꒰ ☆ ꒱ — onyankopon wants to leave your ass ashy&lt;;/3

includes; fluff, kisses, slight suggestive and ony being an ass but you love him<3 just a small drabble ficcy icky

“nuh uh baby, yous a big girl, use your words” onyankopon smirks as he stares at you trying to get the shea butter container from his hand. you just came out the shower and all he wanted was some kisses! until you said after your creamed your skin to which he took offence too and is now holding the cream high from your reach..as in hes literally holding it to the ceiling with his tall ass .

“lemme cream my skin babe!” you frown and hold your towel around your body firmly as you jump up trying to get it but it was no use. he’s just standing there, one hand up still holding the butter with the other on his waist just staring down at you with amusement in his eyes.

“give me a kiss girl” he leans down and puckers his lips but only receives a lick from his chin to his nose. he moves away from you in shock? staring at you with shock and covering his mouth in confusion…

and shock.

you stand there giggling and he deadpans at you. “see now, i was gonna give it to you but since you wanna be all funny and shit, you can stay there till your skin turns ashy” you gasp and he grins

“i don’t wanna be ashy ony”

“i know you don’t”

“i hate you”

“you love me” he winks and you huff, crossing your arms and tapping your foot on the ground. “ony, can i cream my skin! it’s getting dry!” you stomp your foot and fuss but all he does is laugh at your childish antics.

“nah you’re good, it’s fine if you have ashy legs baby- shut up talking to me” you grit and he laughs louder, still keeping the butter out of your reach.

“just give me a kiss then i’ll let you cream your skin” he bargains and you roll your eyes before puckering your lips. he smiles brightly and lean down to give you a sloppy kiss, putting a hand around your throat and you moan against his lips in both affection and surprise. he was deadass about to add tongue too but you opened your eyes and see that he lowered his hand so you separate your lips from his to jump and finally grab the butter! now you run away to the bathroom giggling like a maniac

he grunts and watches you run then starts running right after you but it was too late. the second your body was in the bathroom, you slammed and locked the door behind you panting slightly

“LET ME CREAM MY SKIN” you yell from behind the door and he chuckles, already missing the feeling of your lips.

“you cheated” he puts his hands on his waist and you snort. “i’ll kiss you more after now go sit somewhere you nasty animal” he rolls his eyes playfully. “i think i’ll stay out here and wait till you open that door” you giggle and start creaming your skin as he stands there leaning against the door with his eyes closed listening to the soft sounds of the speaker that plays from inside the bathroom with you. it went from low volume to high, the songs playing was ‘been away’ by brent fiyaz and can also imagine you dramatically singing along.

the door swings open and there you are with shorts and his tank top on. he licks his lips and eyes you up and down making you snort.

“want some vaseline?” you chuckle and walk to him to wipe his bottom lip softly. he rolls his eyes and brings you close to him just to kiss you once more. you wrap your arms around his neck while his arms go around your waist, a hand trailing down just to squeeze your ass and make you squeal.

“you so nasty” you push his head away and run towards the bed where you collapse on it, him trailing behind you and collapses on you too.

“ONY! you’re heavy man damn!” you whine and he just laughs at you, kissing all over you face. the music still play from the bathroom and it’s just you both on each other, and staring at one another softly.

“i love you“ you whisper, nudging your nose with his own and he smile, pecking your lips and shoving his head into your neck so he could hug you tight.

“i love you more baby”

“still can’t believe you’d let me get ashy wit yo bitch ass”

“you ruined a perfectly loving moment woman”

fushigujiro © 2022 all rights reserved.

[stardust-swan]

My current perfume layering routine:

(I'm going for light and sweet roses and vanilla for the summer, but with a slight exotic twist)

Wash with sandalwood soap (I leave it sit for a few minutes because sandalwood is good for your skin)

Wash again with Imperial Leather Rose Milk and Mallow shower gel

Massage Palmer's Cocoa Butter Oil into my body while it's still damp (it smells like soft vanilla)

Moisturise with Nivea Rose and Argan lotion

Apply rose oil on my pulse points

Then spray perfume on top of the rose oil. My current favourite is Fatima Pink by Zimaya, which is a really really close dupe of PDM Delina and lasts for ages (if you like Delina but don't want to pay €260 and don't mind using a dupe I'd def recommend this for €40, it's the same scent and longevity in a different bottle). It smells like sweet, light roses, a bit fruity, and to my nose it smells kinda like Turkish Delight.

I'm also:

Using Jurlique rose hand cream every time I wash my hands

Washing my hair a couple times a week with As I Am coconut cowash, shampoo, and leave in conditioner (they smell like coconut and Shea butter)

Oiling the ends of my hair daily with L'Oréal Elvive Extraordinary Oil (love the smell of this, and it also just glides on and softens the hair without looking greasy)

I also have been using honey peel masks, honey and almond sheet masks, oil pulling with coconut oil, applying Glossier birthday balm throughout the day and Klavuu rose lip treatment morning and night, massaging my scalp and hair with a mix of hot argan oil, black castor oil and jasmine oil once a week, and massaging argan oil into my face, lashes and brows at the end of my skincare routine (but nobody will be able to pick up on these scents except for me unless they're way too close lol)

Roses are in bloom at this time of year, and are classically feminine and elegant. Vanilla is also feminine and adds warmth and sweetness. Sandalwood is woody, exotic, and calming, while coconut is tropical, sweet and nutty, perfect for summer. Which is the vibe I want to evoke this summer - feminine, sweet, and summery, with some exotic allure.

[flowersandbigteeth]

Meeting your Changeling Boyfriend

A/N: This is a mostly complete, somewhat somber yandere story with some complicated emotions, flawed characters, and NSFW parts. I'll post the parts over a couple of days to not spam

Changeling (Clark) x Flower nymph f Reader

General Plot: You wake up in a strange place and meet a friendly changeling who is happy to help you adjust to your new home

TW: future nsfw, domestic violence, isekai, yandere, jealousy, fairy prejudices

Word Count: 6k

Next part will be posted soon.

You woke with a start, your eyes flying around the room you were in. This wasn’t your bedroom. Bolting upright, you took in the space you were in frantically. The walls were roughly hewn boards sealed with grout. You were lying on a lumpy feather mattress under a thread-worn quilt. A small woodstove in the corner warmed the room with a few dying coals. 

“Where? What?” you murmured, confused. 

Looking down, you realized you wore a long blue dress with a bow collar. It was simple but fit you well and was a pretty contrast to your skin. 

This was not your home. These were not your clothes. The last thing you remembered you’d gone to bed in your pajamas. You pinched your wrist, wondering if this was a dream, but no matter how hard you pinched, you didn’t wake up. 

Something smelled of jasmine, and you patted your hair, finding it wasn’t braided as you usually did before bed. It was also much longer than it had been, and vines of jasmine were worked through it. The length fell to just above your bottom in luxurious, thick piles. Trying to pluck one of the pieces of jasmine out, you winced as it stung, a drop of blood forming on the cut tip. The jasmine was growing out of your head! 

You hurried to your feet, hoping to find a mirror. There was a small bathroom with a metal tub, washbowl, and chipped mirror. Blinking at yourself, you found that you were still you. You had the same features as you’d gone to bed with, the same skin, only now you had jasmine winding through your hair. Pretty silver hair cuffs decorated with little pearls and shells shined in the candlelight.  Glancing at the tub, you found a few colorful bottles of oils, pots of cream, and a cake of soap that smelled like shea butter. 

You jumped at a large banging from nearby and hurried out of the bathroom. Making your way through the small one-story cottage, you opened the heavy wood door. A man was standing in front of you. He was quite tall, with dark, blue-black hair that was braided down his back and smokey gray eyes. Two pointed ears peeked out from the loose strands of his hair. 

“Good morning (Y/N)!” he said with a smile. 

“Do I know you?” you asked, utterly confused. 

You peeked past him at the forest surrounding the house. A field of beautiful flowers and juicy vegetables was enjoying the sunshine, butting up to a thick woodland. The man’s brow drew, and he looked at you more closely. 

“Are you feeling okay?” he asked. 

You shook your head. 

“I don’t know you…or…this,” you stammered, waving your hand at the field of flowers. “Where am I?” 

The man’s eyebrows jumped, and he looked around nervously before pushing past you into the house. 

“Are you playing a joke, (Y/N)?” he asked. 

You shook your head. 

“I went to bed somewhere else and woke up here,” you explained. “I have no idea who you are.” 

He frowned. 

“Oh my,” he hummed. “Have you met anyone other than me?” 

You shook your head. 

“I only woke up a few moments ago,” you said. 

“And all of this is new to you,” he finished your sentence, and you nodded. 

He moved around the small house as if looking for someone, finally coming back to you. 

“I think someone has bewitched you,” he finally concluded. 

You shook your head, confused. Bewitched? What the hell did that mean? 

“Bewitched? Magic isn’t real,” you scoffed. “Who are you anyway?” 

His head jerked back.

“You…don’t know magic?” he asked. 

You shook your head, and his nicely curved lips formed a thin line. 

“You came from somewhere else than Merida?” he asked, and you nodded. 

“I’m from (Y/C),” you said. 

“(Y/C)?” he grunted, rubbing his chin again. 

“Who…are you?” you asked again. 

“Sorry, I’m Clark. You and I have been…friends for many years,” he said. 

“How did I get here?” you asked. “Where is here?” 

He sat down heavily at the small table in the kitchen area. You could see the gears turning in his head as he worked through some inner puzzle. 

"You are in the province of Merida," he explained. "This little village is Alliet." 

Your mind was spinning, and you felt dizzy. 

Clark suddenly stood and helped you to a chair before pumping a cup of water out of a hand pump tap. 

"Here," he said. "Have a drink before you pass out. This must be quite a shock." 

Trembling, you lifted the cup to your lips and took a small sip. The water tasted fresh and sweet. 

"Wh-who am I?" you gasped. "My hair is…different…" 

He gave you a half smile. 

"I suppose the answer to that question is not so much who but what," he said, rubbing his chin. "Does your world have flower nymphs?" 

Your eyes widened. 

"In fairy tales, not in real life," you said. 

"Well, here, flower nymphs are an essential part of the economy," he said, pointing out the window to the lush garden. "You cultivate all of those flowers and sell essences and stems in the village." 

"I don't know anything about flowers," you said. 

"Yes…" he hummed. "Though your magic is still intact, I'm sure. You haven't lost your blooms." 

He nodded to the vines of jasmine falling over your shoulders. 

"How…how do I get back?" You asked, clutching the clay cup in your hand. "I can't stay here." 

A flash of recognition flared in his eyes, but he looked away. 

"I'm afraid you can't," he said. "A soul-swapping spell can only be done once. If people could come and go at will…it could be chaos. Whoever did the spell did it at great expense to themselves. Usually, they require a sacrifice." 

You gasped. 

"Who would have done something like that?" you asked. 

He blinked at you and then shrugged. 

"The other (Y/N) is the most likely culprit," he said. "Perhaps she had something she wished to escape." 

"But what?" you asked. "You said you were friends. You must know-" 

He held up his hand. 

"I cannot guess why she would have done that. Perhaps she simply wanted to experience something new. But that's not the issue at hand…the key issue here is that you need to be introduced to this world," he said, sliding a chair next to you and sitting down. "I'm happy to help." 

You chewed your bottom lip, completely at a loss. If Clark was willing to help you, you were sure you should let him. He said he was the old (Y/N)'s friend. 

"Aren't you sad?" you asked. "You lost your friend. She ran away!" 

He sighed and gave you a sad smile. 

"The old (Y/N) was always troubled. I'm sorry it is at your expense, but I'm glad she found where she wanted to be," he said. "I hope your world is all she dreamed it would be." 

You blinked at him, wondering if you should tell him that Texas was not exactly a paradise. She would probably end up in a hospital if she ran around trying to do magic.

Deciding not to, you got straight to business. "I guess if I'm trapped here, I should learn how things work," you sighed. "I don't expect you to help me for free. You don't know me. I'm sure I can find something to trade." 

His hand raised, and his thumb brushed your cheek. 

"I don't mind helping you," he said. "The village is rather boring, and I'd like to honor my friend."  

"I'll find something for you," you assured him, but he only gave you a bemused smile. 

"First things first, we ought to reintroduce you to the village," he said. "This is a small town. People will notice you are not the same. It's best to be direct. We’ll start at the doctor and make sure the soul transfer didn't harm you in any way." 

He stood, but you winced a bit. 

"Are you okay?" he asked. "In pain?" 

"No," you sighed. "Just nervous." 

He gave you a wide smile, revealing pointed teeth. 

"Do not be worried," he said. "I'll help you along." 

He held out a hand to you, and you took it. His fingers were long and strong with black nails. 

"Um…can I ask you something?" you asked as the two of you walked down a dirt path leading away from the house you woke up in. 

"You can ask me anything," he said. 

"I don't mean to be rude, but what are you?" you asked. 

He chuckled. 

"Of course, you would wonder," he said. "I’m a changeling.” 

You blinked at him. 

“Oh…I’m sorry, I don’t know what that means,” you said. 

He smirked. 

“I’m a type of fae,” he said, and before your eyes, his body morphed into something that looked like an orc, then a wolfman, then back to himself. “I change shape.” 

You gasped, blinking in disbelief. 

“Was that real?” you asked, forgetting yourself entirely and pinching his cheek. 

It felt like normal warm flesh. He gave you a playful smile, pinching your cheek back. 

“Yes, that’s all me,” he said. “I’m also a mage.” 

He held his palm up to the sky, and black fire burst from it. You jumped, squealing, and he quickly put it out. 

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to frighten you. This must all be very strange and new, hm?” 

You nodded and gave him a wan smile. 

“You’ll get used to it,” he said. 

You looked down at your hands. 

“Can I make black fire?” you asked, and he chuckled. 

“No, no, you are a simple nature spirit,” he explained. “Not to diminish your value. You are extremely valuable; every town wants flower, tree, and water nymphs, but your magic is limited to growing plants and blooming flowers. Most villages take your protection to heart as nature spirits aren’t common and are very delicate.” 

“Oh,” you said, not sure how to process that information. “I don’t feel particularly magical.” 

“It will come to you,” he assured you, taking your hand. 

The sound of people laughing and the creaking of carriages drifted through the trees, and soon you were walking through what looked like a quaint medieval village. Your heart pounded as Clark led you through the hustle and bustle, and you squeezed his fingers. He glanced down at your joined hands, his lips parting before he returned his gaze to the road. 

“Morning (Y/N)!” a man with horns curving over his ears and hooves for feet shouted. 

You gave him a wary wave, not wanting to be rude. Clark winked at you. 

“Don’t worry,” he said. “Once we visit the doctor, word will spread quickly.”

As you walked through the village, magical beings you’d only seen in storybooks went about their day. Fairies with gossamer wings fluttered about, and you even saw a centaur unloading crates off a cart. Clark stopped in front of a little shop with a heart on the sign. 

“Here we are,” he said, nudging you inside with a hand on your waist. 

You noted that the office was very messy, with books and scrolls filling the tables and shelves. 

“Doctor Meriel!” Clark called deeper into the building. 

“Be right there!” a female voice shouted, and a few moments later, a tall, lithe woman with pointy ears and pink skin appeared. 

Her white hair was pulled into a tight bun on top of her head. If you had to guess, based on your knowledge of fantasy books, you’d guess she was an elf. 

“Oh, hello (Y/N),” she said, then glanced at Clark.

Her eyes drifted down to your hands entwined, and she frowned slightly.

“Clark... Is everything okay?”

“I think we should speak in an examination room,” he said, and she nodded, waving him back. 

This room was spotless compared to the front office. Clark nodded for you to sit on the examination table, and he turned his attention to the doctor. 

“(Y/N) has gone through a soul swap,” he explained. “This (Y/N) comes from…”

He looked at you. 

“(Y/Country),” you filled in. 

Dr. Meriel’s mouth fell open, and she hurried over to you, her lips forming a deep grimace. 

“Oh dear,” she hummed, looking you over. “That can be jarring on the body. Who would have done such a thing?” 

She pulled a wand out of her coat, and the tip glowed. 

“Follow the light,” she said, holding it in front of your eyes. 

You followed her directions as she examined your vision, ears, and throat. 

“My guess is our (Y/N),” he said, and she turned to look at him, an eyebrow raising. 

“You don’t suppose it was because of Harri?” she asked. 

Clark shrugged. 

“Who is Harri?” you asked. 

Dr. Meriel gave you a worried look. 

“Um…he used to be a member of our village. He left for the capital to join the King’s guard,” she explained. “Goddess bless us. I certainly hope he stays there.” 

“Why?” you asked, and her mouth opened and closed.

She and Clark exchanged a glance. 

“Harri…isn’t a nice fellow,” Clark explained. “But you don’t need to be worried about him. He’s gone.” 

“Oh,” you said, wondering why they all seemed so concerned. “I’m sorry.” 

They both looked at you, miffed. 

“Why are you sorry?” Clark asked. 

You wrinkled your dress under your fingers, your eyes getting a little misty. 

“I feel like the other (Y/N) was well-loved,” you said. “I feel like I stole her from you.” 

“No, no, no, no, no,” Dr. Meriel said, giving you a comforting squeeze. “Don’t think that, dear. Of course, I’m sad that she is gone, but it’s not your fault. In fact, I’m a little angry with her. She forced you into a soul swap against your will. It…doesn’t seem like something she would do…but perhaps she felt desperate. It was not fair to drop you into this world so abruptly. Many people don’t handle that shift well. People go mad, convinced their world isn’t real. It can…get messy. What she did was quite cruel.” 

“Am I going to go crazy?” you asked, and she gave you a sympathetic smile. 

“I think if you’ve gotten this far and not melted down, you should be okay,” she said. “Most people lose it the moment they are presented with an entirely new world. However, if you begin feeling…off…please return. There are therapies we can try to help.” 

“Is she okay…physically?” Clark asked. 

Dr. Meriel sighed. 

“Yes, she appears to be perfectly fine,” she said. “I’ll inform the mayor that we will be welcoming a new (Y/N) into our town. It’s best you take things slow. Don’t try to do too much all at once. The last thing she needs is more stress. Perhaps save the introductions until the village has been informed of her…condition.” 

Clark nodded and helped you off of the examination table. 

“You can come back to my house, and we can have lunch,” he said. 

“Thank you, doctor,” you said to the elf before Clark shuffled you outside. 

“(Y/N)!” a cheerful orcess squealed the minute your feet touched the cobblestone of the main avenue. 

She picked you up and spun you around in her arms. 

“I was just at your house!” she said, glancing behind you at the clinic. “Is something wrong? Are you hurt?” 

You looked up at the tall female, her thick dark hair falling over her shoulder and her head shaved close on one side. 

“I-I’m sorry…I don’t-” you mumbled, not sure what to say. 

You had no idea who this person was, but they obviously knew the old (Y/N) very well. 

“Neia!” Clark said. “This…this isn’t (Y/N). Well, the (Y/N) you knew.”

Neia’s brow furrowed, and her face took on a thunderous look. 

“What the hell does that mean?” she barked, her large fists on her hips. “(Y/N) and I have been friends since we were kids. You know that. I think I know what my best friend looks like.” 

Clark put a hand on her arm. 

“Dr. Meriel was going to announce it to the town all at once, but the old (Y/N) performed a soul swap,” he said. “I’m sorry Neia, the (Y/N) you knew is gone.” 

Neia’s mouth fell open, and her eyes grew shiny. 

“That’s not true! You’re joking,” she turned to you, and you trembled under her gaze. “You know me! Tell me you know me!” 

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, looking at your feet. “I’ve never met you before. I don’t really understand where I am.” 

Neia’s face fell.

“But…I’m your best friend,” she said, her voice scratchy with tears. “You wouldn’t…she wouldn’t do that without telling me!” 

“I’m sorry Neia,” Clark said gently. “That’s the way it is.” 

Her eyes narrowed on him, frowning. 

“(Y/N) would never do that,” she said, crossing her arms. “It couldn’t be. Someone else did this to her!” 

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, tears slipping down your cheeks. “I’d go back if I knew how, I promise.”

She blinked at you, her face softening slightly. 

“I-I’m sorry…I- this is probably terrifying for you…” she hummed, brushing a large hand over your head. “I just…I can’t believe-” 

Again, her gold eyes focused on Clark, full of mistrust. 

“I don’t believe (Y/N) would do that herself, Clark. I don’t buy it for a second,” she snapped. “Goddess, bless whoever the culprit is when I find them!” 

“We all just have to get used to it,” he said, shortly. “I miss (Y/N) too, but think of her feelings. This is all new to her. Please treat her kindly.” 

Neia huffed. 

“Of course I’m going to treat her kindly,” she hissed, then looked down at you, lifting your drooping chin with a finger. “You ought to come home with me.” 

She glared at Clark, then glanced at you, holding out a hand. 

“You shouldn’t be left alone with him,” she said. “My family knew the old (Y/N) well and can care for you. This one can’t be trusted!” 

You blinked at her, not sure what to say. You knew nothing about the social life of the old (Y/N). Would she have mistrusted Clark as well? You had no way of knowing except that the doctor hadn’t seemed concerned that you were together. 

“I don’t want to be rude,” you muttered, “but I don’t know you.” 

Her head snapped back as if you’d slapped her. 

“How long have you known him?” she asked. “A few hours at most?” 

“I-um…” you mumbled, unsure what to say. 

“You’ll get plenty of time with her,” Clark hissed. “She’s only just arrived, and you’re confusing her! The doctor said to keep introductions minimal until she’s informed the town. You’re not questioning Dr. Meriel, are you? She left her in my charge.” 

Neia frowned but pointed a finger at Clark. 

“You’re lucky Dr. Meriel is a kind soul, or I would carry her back with me on my shoulder,” she snapped. “If I catch you mistreating her, I won’t hesitate to end you. Doctor’s orders or not.” 

“Um…thank you for your concern,” you murmured, trying to diffuse the situation. “And…I’m sorry for your loss.” 

Neia gave you a sad smile. 

“Still a kind nymph, even from another universe,” she murmured. 

She shouldered past Clark, sure to knock him over with her bulk. He looked after her, annoyed, as he brushed himself off, getting to his feet. 

“Damn orcess,” he muttered under his breath. 

“She doesn’t seem to like you much,” you pointed out. 

He sighed and drew up a smile for you. 

“Changelings aren’t well-liked,” he said. “It’s a stereotype that we’re all spies and thieves. Neia always hated me. We’ve all grown up together…but her parents told her I was bad when her dad found me in the woods the same day she lost her younger sister during birth and…well, the legend is changelings steal babies. It’s all nonsense.” 

“I guess racism exists everywhere,” you sighed, feeling sad. “It must have been so hard to grow up as an orphan.” 

He gave you a long, gentle look. 

“Yes…it was difficult,” he agreed. “But that’s enough sad stories. I owe you lunch.” 

He pulled you by your hand through back allies, avoiding any more villagers, until you reached a small castle, much grander than any of the other buildings. It was built with bright blue stone, and people wandered around the courtyard doing chores dressed in navy uniforms. 

“This is where you live?” you asked, and he smiled as he pulled you through the front door. 

“Built it myself,” he said. “Being a mage is a rather prolific occupation.” 

“It’s beautiful,” you commented. 

He led you into the foyer, which was decorated with lovely, carved wood furniture and large tapestries depicting mythical beasts. You stopped at one, brushing your fingers over the gold threads. 

“This is all like it’s out of a dream,” you murmured. 

You felt the heat of Clark’s chest behind you and his arms wrapped around you. 

“I wish I could make it easier for you,” he said quietly, kissing the top of your head. 

You sucked in a breath, and the scent of incense filled your lungs. 

“You smell nice,” you murmured, and he gave you a squeeze before pulling you by your hand to what must have been the dining room. 

“What sort of things do you eat at home?” he asked, and you thought for a moment. 

“Most everything,” you said. “Meat and vegetables, rice, bread…the normal stuff, I guess.” 

He nodded and grinned. 

“Got it,” he said, disappearing into the kitchen. 

A few moments later, the scent of roasted meat drifted to you, and a short man emerged with two plates full of what looked like a roasted bird and some toasted roots. 

“That was so fast,” you commented. “But it looks delicious.” 

“Magic,” he said as he took his seat nearby. 

The man bowed to him silently and disappeared. You looked down at the food, unsure where to start. 

“Is something wrong?” he asked, frowning. 

You shook your head and blushed. 

“Is…is it okay to eat food with magic in it?” you asked, and he blinked at you before bursting into laughter. 

“There’s no magic in it,” he chuckled. “I just used magic to make it cook faster. It’s very safe. I’d never feed you something that would harm you, (Y/N).” 

You nodded, feeling rude. 

“Of course, you wouldn’t,” you said, taking a bite of the chicken. 

It was delicious, seasoned with rosemary. 

“Thank you so much for all your kindness,” you hummed, feeling happier the fuller your belly got. 

He gazed at you with a smile on his face. 

“I’ve waited so long to spoil you,” he murmured, and you blinked at him. 

“You have?” you asked, and he straightened, appearing as if he hadn’t meant to say that. 

“It’s nothing,” he muttered, then changed the subject. “I’ve been wanting to visit the capital to do some business. Perhaps you’d like to join me and see more of the countryside?” 

You had nowhere else to be and were curious to learn more about this land, especially what a city looked like. This little town was very different than what you were used to. You also felt very anxious about meeting more of the town, based on how Neia had reacted to you. The people already knew and loved the old (Y/N); you were simply an imposter. 

When lunch was finished, he showed you the many rooms of his mansion, seeming especially proud of his laboratory. 

“This is amazing,” you gasped, looking at the glowing liquids in glass vials. 

He had a real-life cauldron, bubbling away with something smelly inside. The notes he had posted to the wall were written in some strange language. You paused on a small painting sitting on the desk. It was of you. 

“What’s this?” you asked, pointing to the picture, and he blushed. 

“Oh…just a painting I had made long ago,” he hummed. “When I was an orphan, you were my only friend. Nymphs survive rather independently in the old wood. It’s a different place than the forests near our homes. We met when I was hiding from Neia and Harri, and I brought you into town. Convincing the younger you to stay was my path to acceptance in this village. Otherwise, I would have forever been an outsider.” 

“Why did you have to convince me?” you asked, and he sighed. 

“Um…it’s a little complicated. As I said, nymphs can survive easily in the old wood. The animals see you as a flower or a tree and are quite fond of you. That’s where most nymphs stay,” he explained. “They don’t like fussing around with our affairs. Convincing one to move into town and using their magic to support the economy is…challenging. 

You do more for us than we could ever do for you, and you have much more to lose by our hands. The earth, the water, and the forest are filled with wild magic and difficult to tame. Those who venture into the old wood, rarely return. Though I can heat food and conjur fire, I can’t make a meadow bloom or trees bear fruit. No spell I can perform will bring a fruitful harvest or cleanse a poisoned well. Only you can do that sort of magic. Nymphs bring food, plentiful game, and clean, fresh water. Some would capture you and try to force you to do their bidding.” 

“Oh,” you said, chewing your lip nervously. 

“Why did I stay?” you asked, and he smiled wistfully. 

“I’d like to think it was for me,” he said softly, “but I probably will never know the reason. Many things happened since you moved in. It would be hard to explain in a sitting, but that’s enough talk of a past you will never truly understand. We must think of the future now.” 

He hustled you out of his laboratory and out of a rear door, heading down a small path. 

“Where are we headed now?” you asked. 

“To your home,” he said. “You ought to pack. I was thinking we could leave tomorrow.” 

“What about the villagers?” you asked. 

He shrugged, looking away. 

“They don’t deserve you,” he muttered, looking bashful again as if he hadn’t meant to say that. “It will be fine,” he finally decided. “This is about you. Not them. They’ve had years with the old (Y/N). You must choose on your own if you would like to stay. Don’t feel pressured because they want you to be her. You are your own person with your own needs. You may like the capital or wish to return to the wood.” 

He stopped at your front door. 

“I need to go home and make some preparations,” he said. “Pack whatever you like; there is plenty of room for your belongings. We’ll be gone a month at least.” 

You nodded and smiled at Clark. 

“Thank you for your guidance,” you said. “I know Neia had bad things to say about you, but I appreciate your patience with me.” 

He gave you a somewhat sad smile and then folded his body down to peck you on the cheek. 

“Pack and then have a good rest,” he said before turning to head back towards his mansion. “I’ll come get you in the morning.” 

You spent the evening sorting through the old (Y/N)’s belongings. They were simple enough, clothes, potions for your skin and hair, combs, and other utilitarian items. You hoped you’d find a journal or some other diary to learn more about her, but there was nothing like that. 

By the time the sun set, you’d filled a bag with the clothes you’d found in a chest and whatever pots and bottles seemed useful. 

You were just about to lay down for bed when you heard the front door open. Heavy footsteps moved through the front room, and scared, you hid in the small closet. 

“(Y/N)?” you heard a heavy voice ask. It was not Clark’s, but deeper and more raspy. 

Whoever it was moved through the house slowly before a dark figure blocked the light from your bedroom. A large hand jerked you out of the closet, pulling you into the light. 

“Why are you hiding from your own fiance?” the stranger demanded in a sharp bark that made you tremble.

He was much larger than Clark, with gold skin. Shaggy blonde hair fell to his whiskered jaw. Blue eyes bore down on you. Though he was unnaturally large and wide, he looked rather human. 

“Who…who are you?” you gasped. 

He smelled awful, like sweat and burnt tires. 

Your question seemed to infuriate him. 

“What game are you playing (Y/N)?” he shouted, tossing you to the floor. “Hurry up and start some dinner, you stupid wench. I’m starving!” 

“Don’t throw me around, asshole!” you huffed at the man, pulling yourself to your feet. “I don’t know who the hell you are, but no one calls me out my name! Get the fuck out of my house!” 

The man loomed over you, looking furious. His gold skin turned red with rage. He jerked you up in his grasp, tossing you easily into the kitchen. Your shoulder hit the stove, making you shout as pain shot up your arm. 

“Don’t talk back to me, woman!” he snarled, stomping towards you. “I see you haven’t been properly disciplined since I left!”

A heavy hand came down on your cheek, making you see stars. 

“Keep arguing, and you’ll get worse!” he snarled, marching out of the room. 

You had no idea who this man was and didn’t appreciate getting tossed around and beaten. The moment he turned his back, you fled, wiggling out of the kitchen window. It was hard to find in the dark, but you managed to locate the path that Clark had walked you down from his house, sprinting down it. 

When you reached the blue stone building, you banged on the front door, frantically looking over your shoulder to ensure you hadn’t been followed. 

“Miss?” the short man from before asked, dressed in his pajamas when he opened the door. 

“Please, I need help!” you gasped, your cheek and shoulder still aching. “Some man showed up at my house and started tossing me around!” 

His eyes narrowed, and he glanced over your shoulder, hustling you inside. When you were past the threshold, he was certain to drop the large piece of wood that barred the door. 

“Come with me, Miss,” he said. “I’ll wake the master.” 

He set you on a plush couch in the living room and brought you a glass of something that smelled alcoholic. 

“Some brandy to help with the pain,” he said, his eyes dropping on your swollen cheek, then scurried away into the dark house.

A few minutes later, Clark came rushing in, picking you up and examining you from head to foot. 

“Harri came home, didn’t he?” he snarled, looking just as furious as the strange man. “Bastard must have failed his entrance exam.” 

“I don’t know who he was!” you gasped, tears leaking down your cheeks. “He said he was my fiance then slapped me. I climbed out of the kitchen window.” 

“Shhh, shh,” he said, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you toward his laboratory. “I’ve got something to help. I won't let him get to you.” 

He set you down on a chair while he gingerly examined your cheek with his fingers. 

“Who was he?” you asked as he looked through his potions for the right one. 

Clark took a few minutes before he answered. 

“Harri is the mayor’s son,” he said through gritted teeth. “He got it in his head you were meant for him and moved in. The old (Y/N) was incredibly kind. Instead of abandoning the town and escaping to the forest, she accepted him into her home, thinking if she gave him what he wanted, he’d be…kinder…I suppose. They had some sort of…silly moment when they were children that made her heart soft to him. She thought he was a misunderstood malcontent, not the abusive man he is.”

“Then why wasn’t he here when I woke up?” you asked. 

His cool fingers spread a spicy-smelling gel on your cheek. 

“He decided he was good enough for the King’s guard, and he went to take the examination,” he said. “My guess is he failed and came home in a bad mood.” 

“No one stopped him from abusing the old (Y/N)?” you asked, and he looked solemn. 

“He’s not the way he is with you with the rest of the town,” he grumbled. “They see a charismatic, charming man. He hides his temper well, and (Y/N) covered for him. He and Neia are very close. (Y/N) refused to let me…do anything about it. Only Doctor Meriel and I knew because she often treated the old (Y/N)’s bruises. She thought she loved him. She thought she could fix him. The whole town supported the match. They were going to be married when he was accepted into the guard.” 

“Is that why she soul-swapped me?” you asked, and he gave you a long look as if he were thinking deeply about something. “To get away from him without upsetting the town?” 

“Yes, that is likely,” he said but didn’t elaborate. 

“Well, I don’t want to be married to him,” you said, tears filling your eyes again.

“Where else does it hurt?” he asked, looking down. 

You rolled up your sleeve, and he also applied the soothing gel to your shoulder. 

“I won’t let him have you,” he muttered, gazing into your eyes with his stormy irises. 

You heard a banging and winced. 

“Stay here,” he said sharply, and before your eyes dissolved into a puff of smoke. 

You couldn’t just sit there waiting for something to happen, so you hurried back down to the first floor, peering out of one of the windows. Clark was standing in front of him, preventing him from entering

“Hand over my wife, changeling!” Harri barked at Clark.”I know you have her!” 

You would have been frightened to stare down such a massive man, but he seemed unmoved. 

“She’s not your wife,” he snapped back. “(Y/N) knows nothing of you. She doesn’t love you, and I’m sure she hates you after tonight.” 

“Of course she loves me,” Harri hissed. “She’s always loved me! You’re just bitter she didn’t pick you! Bring her out before I break the door down!”

“She came here to hide from you,” he said. “She doesn’t want to go back. You ought to drop this before you get hurt.” 

“Like you could hurt me!” Harri boomed, pulling a heavy sword from the sheath strapped to his back. “I’ve already called the town guard. It’s only a matter of time before we chase you out!” 

Clark chuckled. 

“You know she soul-swapped herself to get away from you,” he said, smug. “The (Y/N) you’ve abused tonight has no memory of the accident that tied you together. The old one left you for another world so she’d never have to see you again.” 

At that, Harri looked hurt before his face returned to a stony grimace.

“You have a lot of nerve calling it an “accident.” Just another one of your lies! All you’ve ever done is lie! I’ve told my father we ought to chase you out, and now I have a reason. This town should have never accepted a filthy changeling to start with!” 

Suddenly Clark morphed into a version of Harri, right down to his big sword. 

"You have a lot of nerve calling it an 'accident'," He jeered, parroting the real Harri's words. "You're just sour your own pitiful attempt to chase me out blew up in your face! The accident was letting you live! You've lost, just accept it."

Harri charged him, sword raised, and before your eyes, Clark transformed into some creature you’ve never seen before. It looked like a ghost floating above the ground but was solid. Long gnarled fingers were tipped with massive claws, and his mouth was impossibly wide, filled with razor-sharp teeth. His red eyes glowed, seeming eager for the fight.  

He easily knocked the sword Harri was clutching out of his hand, long claws slicing his skin like butter. 

You gasped as blood sprayed into the dirt, and the hulk fell to the ground, still hanging on to enough of his pride to glare at his enemy. 

“The town guard is coming!” he gasped, pressing his hand to his chest to slow the bleeding. 

Clark disappeared into a cloud of smoke again and appeared beside you. 

“I told you to stay put,” he growled,  back to his more humanoid form. 

“How could I?” you asked, and his face shifted from annoyance to soft concern. 

“Ready the carriage!” he boomed, his voice echoing through the mansion. “Quickly!” 

Servants appeared from seemingly nowhere, hurriedly packing bags and rallying the horses. 

“We need to leave now,” he informed you, pulling you by your elbow out the door. 

As you passed, you stared at Harri, who was panting in the dirt. 

“(Y/N) please! Whatever he’s told you is a lie!” he shouted at you, his voice losing its volume at the end. “You belong to me! You love me! That changeling has bewitched you!” 

His golden skin was going gray, and his chest heaved. You turned away from him, finding it hard to have sympathy for a man who’d thrown you into a stove the moment he returned home. Clark cradled your head as if to shield you in his arm as he led you to the carriage his staff was preparing. 

“Is he going to die?” you whispered when he’d settled you on the lacquered black carriage bench. 

He plopped down next to you, slapping the side, and you heard the driver click at the horses to drive them forward. 

“Not likely, unfortunately,” he snarled. “The bastard is half ogre. They heal quickly. He’ll tell his father I tried to murder him, however. Which is why we need to leave.”   

“How could the other (Y/N) decide to marry that guy?” you murmured, utterly confused. “He’s horrible.” 

“I don’t understand it either,” Clark said quietly, stroking your head with his arm wrapped around you. “As I said, the old (Y/N) was troubled.” 

He brightened a bit, smiling at you. 

“But you have a whole new life ahead of you, darling,” he said. “There’s no reason for you to live in her past. I should have never let you stay in this village in the first place. You don’t belong here.” 

You gave him a wan nod, leaning into his warm chest. There was so much happening around you that you didn’t understand, but Clark felt like an anchor in the storm. 

“Will they come after us?” you asked, and he shrugged. 

“I bespelled the carriage,” he said. “They cannot see us. You are safe.” 

“But what about all your things?” you asked. “Your laboratory?”

He smiled at you. 

“All of those things can be replaced,” he said. “Your life is far more important. There’s nothing to worry about.” 

“Where are we going?” you ventured, and he looked thoughtful. 

“To the coast, then we’ll take a ship out of Merida,” he explained. “Across the sea, there’s a province named Ilirion where you will be safe. Enough questions; you need to rest.” 

The last four words were said in an odd lilt, and you felt your eyes getting heavy. You notched your head in the crook of his neck, and his arm wrapped around you. You fell asleep, the spicy smell of incense filling your breath.