#burgandy hair

[quicktimeeventfull]

not to flex but i did a $10 bleach & dye job and it looks so fantastic. i am a god.

#u cannot see it bc it literally does not show up on camera #it is very subtle i dont think anyone afk even noticed lmao #this is what i wanted #i realize this sounds bad but the goal was ‘is this the light or is kyo’s hair burgandy’ #if it wasnt a $10 box bleach job id make it a little more obvious but #i am Working within the Limitations #aka my hair is almost black

[jillianschufrau]

Inspiration for an upcoming hair appointment...

#hair color #curly hair #red hair #purple hair #burgandy #burgundy hair #red #purple #red curly hair #purple curly hair #about me #hair dye

[galstreet]

Trying to resist the siren’s call (hair dye)

#or further bleaching. #my hair could probably support burgandy but I’ve been blonde for like. maybe a couple weeks

[nmymind24-5]

Started using this new product for my face, and instead of it helping to get rid of blemishes. It started to create blemishes. 😭

Still going to use it though, because they say it must get worse to get better 😅🤷‍♀️

#acne #acnepositivity #selfie #explore #bedroom #girl #twa #red hair #burgandy #nose #lips #forhead #im just typing any tags #skin issues

[rosymiel]

i think i’m going to revert to my teenage years and purchase some burgandy hair dye

#im so bored with my hair and not mentally all there #im so torn between wanting to do a peekaboo bleach on my hair and dye my hair burgandy but i dont trust myself to bleach my hair #since i've never done it before #non sims

[caterpillarstims]

Color combinations I like 4/?

Hot pink and burgundy 🍷/🍷/🍷/🍷

💓/💓/💓/💓

#This one’s not great #Oops #Red #pink #burgandy #dice #wax melts #slime #desserts #pouring #hair #Glitter #makeup #Tw: wine? #Stims #stim #stimboard #mine

[seaseren]

I can't believe, knowing who I am as a person, that Liamaine is my first white haired WOL

#i went back and forth on if dion should have white hair for a while #honestly i still might give him white haie #but i like him w thebkinda burgandy toi

[tacklebaitcalhoun]

Ladies interested in these front wigs 

#human hair lace front wigs #human hair wigs #burgandy #orange

[itsphoenix0724]

can i please request feysands daughter reader who is in a relationship with eris’s son. They’re sneaking around and when eris and the inner circle are away for a meeting in the townhouse she sneaks her in and they makeout. They’re however caught by the whole inner circle + eris. and they literally throw eachother away and act like nothing happened but everyone knows👀😭 nyx knew already and nessians daughter knew too

Kiss Me In The Quiet. (Leander Vanserra x Reader)

Warnings: Making out, a little spicy

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Hi love! Thank you so much for your request! I actually had a lot of fun with this, and if anyone is interested I would definitely be willing to write more! I appreciate the visit to my inbox, please come again! As always, constructive criticism is welcome <3

“AURELIA,” You yell down the hall to your little sister's room, and you hear her treading footsteps pad to your door before it creaks open. “You have my emerald hair comb, and I need it back for tonight.” She averts her eyes quickly, her grip tightening on the door. 

“I gave it back to you after I borrowed it.” Her cheeks are turning bright red. Your poor little sister has never been able to lie because of her obvious tell. 

Your Uncle Azriel had politely ruled her out of spy work after that. 

You shoot her an incredulous look, and she cracks immediately. “Please just let me wear it for one more night! You don’t even like emeralds!” You roll your eyes and turn to face her from your vanity chair. 

“I do like emeralds. I need it back, Aurelia.” 

“But you never even wear it. You haven’t worn it in years!” 

“That’s completely irrelevant, it's mine, I need it back!” 

“But-” 

“No buts! Get your own if you like it so much!” 

“Sisters!” Your brother bursts into the room, still looking rumpled, even though you and your sister are almost completely ready to leave. “You both have more jewels than you know what to do with. Aurelia, if you want one so bad, I’m sure Mummy and Daddy dearest will get you one for solstice.” He rubs out the crease in his eyebrows, looking so much like your father at that moment that it scares you a bit. You and Aurelia whirl on your brother, now finding a common enemy. 

“Stay out of this Nyx!” You both yell in unison. Your elder brother holds his hands up in surrender, backing up a step from the budding argument. 

“I’m not trying to intervene,” he promises, “But we’re leaving for the townhouse in twenty minutes with or without the both of you.” He sends one final look before exiting the room. Hopefully, to make himself look presentable.

“The comb, Aurelia.” You send your little sister one final look, and she stomps away in a huff, grumbling all the way, but returns the comb to your room. You pin the comb in place, holding back your hair from your face. The beautiful matching emerald green dress hugged your figure. Applying one final touch to your makeup, you were out the door and down the stairs to meet the rest of your family. Your Mother and Father looked like the pinnacle of night-kissed royalty. Your Father always looked at your Mother like she hand strung every star in the sky, it made your heart lurch in your chest and your thoughts cloud with one male. 

One male who you knew for a fact would be at this meeting tonight. 

Taking your father's arm, you appeared in the cozy living room of the townhouse. Your Aunt Nesta and Uncle Cassian, along with the twins Cassandra and Cordelia, had already arrived. Your other cousin Atlas is also perched on the arm of a loveseat, shadows whispering in his ears. Nyx immediately flocks to your cousins, Aurelia leaves to find your Aunt Elain to discuss a new baking technique, leaving you alone in the center. You spot the High Lord of Autumn in a Burgandy waistcoat. He shakes hands with your Father and presses a kiss to your Mother’s knuckles. His son stood dutifully beside him, copying the actions of his father. His eyes found you a moment later, and bolts of lightning shot through your body. 

Leander Vanserra affected you, and the asshole knew it too. 

His russet curls were brushed back tonight, and you missed the messy waves framing his face, preferably by your doing. You had to move on before the staring contest between the two of became obvious. You needed to escape the trap of his gaze, maybe get something to drink before the fire lit in the pit of your stomach consumed you whole. You just had to wait for the adults to leave for the meeting, and your cousins and siblings just had to get drunk enough to slip away into your corner of the library.

Disappearing into the kitchen you dip into one of your Father’s expensive bottles of whiskey, pouring yourself three fingers worth, and trying not to remind yourself that the color resembled a certain male’s eyes. A warmth appears at your back and steals the glass of bourbon right before it reaches your lips. Strong hands wrap around your waist, and you turn around to find the offender pressing your cup to his lips, downing the drink. 

“That was mine you know.” The hand rubs soothing circles into the curve of your waist. Despite your admonishment, Leander seems perfectly content to crowd your space and steal your drink. 

“You seem to have misplaced it, it couldn’t have found its way into my possession otherwise.” The feline grin that stretches across his face makes you want to kiss him stupid and chase the burning whiskey down his throat. He seems to agree with your sentiment because his amber eyes haven’t left your lips. “Meet me in the library at eleven-thirty. Our parents are returning at midnight.” His voice drops an octave, pouring into your veins like slow-melting sugar. 

“Only thirty minutes, I feel you may be overestimating yourself Vanserra.” He adds to your high with a dark chuckle, hand coming up to gently clasp your jaw. He tilts your head to the side, and the sight of your obedience lights sparks in his eyes. His thumb rubs over your bottom lip in a sensual promise. 

“Oh Fawn,” he tuts. Just the right amount of condescending to make you melt. He leans down so his lips are level with your ear, his lips brush against you with every word, and you stomp down every shiver threatening to surface. “We both know I can make you fall apart in five.” After that he pulls away completely, draining the rest of your whiskey, and sets the crystal glass face down on the counter. Your eyes track his tongue as he licks the remainder off his lips, he winks at you once before abandoning your heaving form in the kitchen. 

You really needed a glass of whiskey now, maybe the whole fucking bottle, if you were going to get through this night. It was only eleven. You still had half an hour of making nice to do. Walking back into the living room you found Leander sitting enthralled in conversation with your cousin Cordelia.

Two can play at his little game. If you leaned forward a bit, and if his eyes dipped to the neckline of your dress that was none of your business. 

“Where is Pandora tonight?” Cordelia asked with a slight red tinge to her tan cheeks, hulking wings ruffling behind her. You fail to hide your smugness at the way Leander doesn’t even seem to hear her question, too preoccupied with staring at you. Your cousin calls his name again and he glares at you before answering her. 

“Pandora elected to stay with my mother tonight. She was feeling a bit ill.” You don’t fail to miss the way Cordelia’s wings droop at his response, but you have no time to ponder it further as the large grandfather clock chimes once.

It’s eleven thirty. 

You announce to the group that you have to use the restroom and excuse yourself. Making your way to the library, wandering through the stacks you stop infront of a painting to lean against the small table underneath it. It’s quiet in here, with nothing but piles of books surrounding you and the blanket of moonlight streaming through the windows.  It takes five minutes for Leander to appear out of the shadows. 

“Leo,” you whisper. He’s on you in a second, pinning you in place with a searing kiss. His warm hands trace the curves of your body, lifting you in one solid motion onto the table. You get your earlier wish, hands rushing straight to his hair to get a hold of the curls you love so much. He heaves a breath before moving to kiss down your neck. 

“That was a dirty little trick you played in the living room Fawn.” He bites particularly hard at the crook of your shoulder. You thank the Cauldron for your inherited gift of glamouring because that’s sure to leave a mark. 

“Oh, my poor Lion,” he simpers at the nickname just like he always does, melting like candle wax in warm sunlight. You abuse the spot where his neck meets his ear and drawl in a voice like star-flecked silk, “Payback for what you did to me in the kitchen.” He lets out a laugh that dissolves into a moan. 

“It seems I have some apologizing to do,” His voice drops into that low timber again as he skims his hands along the underside of your breasts. 

“I was promised five minutes,” You smile as his hands start to bunch up the bottom of your dress growling at the sheer amount of layers blocking him from his destination. He’s just about to drop down to his knees and give you exactly what you’ve been waiting all evening for. 

And then the door opens. 

You two snap apart with impressive speed, even by fae standards. You pretend to read a book that had been abandoned on the table and Leander feigns looking at the titles on a nearby bookcase. 

“Alright,” Calls your mother's voice, “would the two of you like to explain something?” She raises one eyebrow at you, looking over at your clearly disheveled state. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You turn a page in the book you’re reading, the random words skimming past your eyes. 

“Sweetheart.” 

“Yes, Mother?” 

“Your book is upside down.” You sighed in defeat, closing the book and leaning your back against the wall. Your mother smiles, blue eyes alighting in victory “You owe me twenty gold marks, Rhys.” You shoot her an incredulous look as Eris appears and claps a hand on his son’s shoulder. 

“How did you find out?” Leander winces eyes darting between your parents. 

“It’s not as if the two of you make a conscious effort to hide it.” Your brother’s voice comes booming from the back, “You two practically eye fuck each other every time you’re in the same room.” Atlas smacks him upside the head as Cassandra’s laughter echoes through the library. 

“Can we please just talk about this later?” You feel your cheeks flame in embarrassment as you jump off the table. Your mother escorts you out arm and arm back into the main area of the townhouse.

“We certainly have a lot of talking to do about this later.” You know it will be a long discussion, even worse when your father starts on about inner court politics. Looking at Leander he seems to be getting a similar discussion if Eris’s muttering whispers are anything to go by, but he’s still sending you that sugar-sweet smile. 

You get the feeling in your gut that everything will turn out okay. Just as long as he keeps smiling at you like that.

#acotar #acomaf #acowar #acotar imagine #acotar next gen #vanserra family #acotar x reader

[alternative-ffa]

Pleasing The Rich - Part Two

Part One here:

She didn't really want to explore the palace just yet, so she retreated to her bedroom. She was planning on putting her clothes away into the drawers and other tasks as she made this room her home, but found that her suitcases were already empty. Opening the closet, she saw the clothes she brought placed in drawers, but also many new custom dresses hung there as well. Initially she thought these must have been the clothes of whoever had her job before her. Then she noticed that they were all new, and exactly her size.

A knock on her door distracted her. She opened it to see Simon standing there and she invited him in. Before he had a chance to ask her about her experience with Herbert, she motioned to the closet and asked, "the dresses... are those for me?"

Simon smiled and said, "oh yes, His Highness wanted to gift you a new wardrobe. How about you try one on to wear when you have to continue his feeding in a few hours?"

She asked, "is it an option, or an order?"

Simon blushed, "more of a combination. Herbert chose the dresses, so I'm sure he would be pleased to see you in one, but it's not a requirement... just a strong suggestion."

Eliza nodded, realizing it essentially was a requirement despite what Simon said.

A call came through on the cell phone that Simon had on his belt. He answered it and walked away from Eliza. She heard his responses, but not who was on the other line. The call was quick and he returned to her side. "That was a dinner invitation for you. Herbert is going to forgo his 3pm meal. He would like you to join him for dinner in the dining room at 6pm."

She hoped that this meal would be more friendly than the feeding she did with him earlier. Simon seemed to pick up on her discomfort and said, "It will be quite formal, so I recommend you wear one of the new dresses. As I said, his Highness would like that."

She agreed and Simon left the room for her to change.

Looking into the closet, she pulled out a few dresses. One caught her eye more than the others: a deep burgandy silk fabric overlaid with a see-through black lace mesh. She placed it up in front of her and looked in the mirror. It was much fancier than what she was used to, almost as if she was taken back in time by a century. But she put it on and was pleased with her appearance. She still had a few hours until dinner at 6pm, so she decided to explore the expansive palace. She quietly opened the door to the hallway and poked her head out. Once she knew she was alone, she stepped out and took a left, knowing this would lead her to places she hadn't seen before. Her heels clicked across the wooden floor of the hallway. Reaching a turn, she went right. It lead to another hallway with large windows on one side. The light streaming through the windows lit up many portraits on the walls. She paused here to look at the paintings. The gold plaques below the images had names of previous Kings and the years they were in power. Many of them were quite obese, which didn't surprise her. As she walked down the hall, she noticed the dates were getting closer to modernity. The last portrait was what got her attention. The gold plaque said "King Herbert IV: 1998 - ____".

But the painting was not the man she had just met. Or, at least, it did not look like him. He stood, dressed in a filigree military uniform, fit and thin. His defined cheek bones and jawline were what added to his attractiveness. His wavy auburn hair fell mostly to the left of his face and framed his gorgeous hazel eyes. She couldn't walk away from it, and just stared. There was no way this was the extremely obese man she just fed and rubbed to completion - but the plaque said it was. She made a mental note to ask about this during dinner... assuming the right window came up in conversation.

She checked her watch, it was 5:30. She was surprised at how much time she had spent looking at the portraits. Knowing she had to start making her way to the main rooms of the palace, she turned around and tried to navigate back to her bedroom. Despite it being only a few turns down various hallways, she was careful. She didn't want to get lost, and she certainly didn't want to be late. Finally making it to the landing above the foyer, she felt relief knowing she was going to be on time. There was a large elevator at the top of the double staircase, but she was well aware why it was there, so she took the stairs. A new face happened to be walking through the foyer, and he noticed her. Stopping short, he looked up and smiled. She could tell he was related to Herbert, but only due to the thin portrait of him that she had discovered earlier. She got to the bottom of the stairs and he approached with his hand out for a handshake. Taking her hand in his, he bowed gently and kissed it, then with a deep voice, like his brother, said, "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Freddy, Herbert's brother. You must be Eliza."

She smiled at what a gentleman he was, and nodded to answer his question, still not speaking yet. He motioned to a set of double doors to the left of the staircase and said, "I know you're meeting Herbert in the dining room at 6. In the meantime, would you like a drink?"

She felt relieved and said, "actually, that would be great."

Freddy smiled and presented her with the crux of his arm. She placed her arm around his and he guided her to the parlor. If she thought Herbert's bed chamber was excessively decorated, this room put his bed chamber to shame. It was covered in gold leaf, highlighting the same cherry wood that made up the interior rooms of the palace. A seven foot tall black marble fireplace lit up a small section of this expansive space. The flue was a large lions head, held up by chains: certainly a piece of art in and of itself. The sun was setting, so she could still see what looked like a large patio through the windows opposite the fireplace. A forest of fir trees lit up in orange in front of the sunset. Freddy called her over towards a full bar, enhanced by mirrors and the same gold leaf that accentuated the room. She diverted her attention towards the bar.

Freddy was relatively thin; at least compared to Herbert. But his belly stuck out in front of him, very round and pronounced. He made his way around the back of the bar and his belly hit the shelf holding the crystal glasses. They tinkled against each other and he quickly reached out to keep them from toppling. He blushed slightly, placed his hands on his protruding stomach and said, "I'm still getting used to this." With no further explanation.

He grabbed two glasses and brought out a bottle of Champagne. Before opening it, he glanced at the large grandfather clock against the wall. It read 5:45, then he said, "Well, I suppose it's enough time for a quick drink."

Eliza smiled. His mannerisms were gentle and kind; not nearly as authoritarian as his brother. He popped the cork from the bottle and filled two champagne flutes. Handing one to her, he lifted his own, and they clinked glasses. He toasted, "to new friends".

She smiled and took a sip. She had never had real Champagne before, and couldn't even guess at the cost of the bottle he opened, but it was delicious. The clock began to chime. It was 6 o'clock. Freddy placed his glass down and squeezed out from behind the bar. She began to place her glass down, but he stopped her and said, "you can bring it into the dining room."

So she held onto it. Given the afternoon she had with Herbert, she felt that alcohol might help with comforting her anxiety, so she was glad to keep the glass. Freddy gave her his arm again, and they both walked back into the foyer. Freddy led her a few rooms over to a candle lit dining room. The table itself must have been 20 feet long, but the place setting was for two: one at the head of the table, and one to the side. The candles provided enough light, but Freddy reached towards a dimmer switch on the wall and increased the lighting. Suddenly the opposite doors opened. Eliza heard the whir of something mechanical, then Herbert came into view. He was in his electric wheelchair, but dressed as a King should: a full suit, black cravat, and a diamond ring in the shape of a lions head. She didn't notice the ring when she was dealing with him earlier, so she figured this must be a piece of jewelry for special occasions.

He rolled his chair into position at the head of the table. Freddy was still present, and Herbert motioned towards the chair next to him. "Come, Eliza, sit." He said.

Freddy nodded towards her to obey, and then said, "Have a good dinner, I'm sure I'll see you soon."

Then he left the room, closing the large door behind him.

Eliza sat in the chair next to Herbert. He seemed more subdued than he was earlier. She still hadn't spoken, and Herbert said, "I realize my actions earlier today were unusual. I would like us to take this time to get to know one another."

She was quite surprised, as this didn't seem like the man she had dealings with earlier in the day. Before she could reply, a servant arrived to take their drink order. Eliza finished her glass of champagne and requested a martini. Herbert requested a double shot of whiskey with one ice cube. The servant nodded and went to make their drinks. Herbert looked Eliza up and down and smirked. He said, "the dress looks wonderful on you. Quite tempting."

He licked his fat lips and she felt the discomfort from earlier. Not wanting silence, she said, "thank you for the generosity of the new wardrobe; the pieces are quite beautiful."

"Only the best for you, my dear." He replied, with a little too familiar of an air for comfort.

The doors opened again. One servant came with the drinks on a silver tray. Then five more followed with rolling trays filled with food. Eliza's eyes widened when she realized that she would have to watch another gluttonous display. But she quickly fixed her expression, not wanting to offend the King. He noticed, and said almost teasingly, "you will get used to my appetite."

She didn't know how to react, so she stayed stoic. The large serving plates were placed in front of them both: a honey ham, a turkey, trays of vegetables, potatoes, and rice. It was enough food to probably satisfy the whole palace of people, but it was made for one man's extreme gluttony. Herbert immediately began to fill his plate. She sat and watched, not having much of an appetite. Once his plate was full, he said, "Go ahead, eat. I won't make you feed me this time."

She hesitantly scooped a small serving of food on her own plate. But she was not hungry, so she nibbled a little and concentrated on consuming her drink. Herbert had dived in at this point: huge forkfuls of food were stuffed into his mouth. She heard the familiar groan of pleasure as he ate and it did nothing to ease her anxiety. He noticed and tried to relieve her fear. "Nothing is expected of you tonight. I just want to get to know you."

She took another big sip of her drink and said, "what would you like to know?"

He replied, "anything. Your interests, your family, your life. Tell me how you ended up here."

She cleared her throat and said, "I saw the advertisement. Another servant needed for the King... you. I loved the idea of working at the palace, so that's why I'm here."

"And?" He asked.

"And... I saw the rate of pay and thought it was too good to pass up."

He burped, then as he refilled his plate, said comically, "Ah, so the money, then?"

She felt rude having brought it up, and said, "Well, not entirely..."

He grinned and said, "I'm just being playful, of course this job needed a high rate of pay. What I'm asking of you in this position isn't exactly a normal request."

She didn't want to agree with him, but he was right. He dove into his second plate of food, while she had still barely touched her plate. A servant entered to refill the drinks. She gulped down the last of the martini and requested a second. Herbert grunted with his mouth full and his glass held up. The servant knew this meant he wanted another as well.

Herbert continued to shovel food in his mouth. She watched him and her mind went to the portrait she had found earlier in the day. Normally she wouldn't have brought it up, but the liquor provided courage, so she said, "I was exploring the palace earlier... there was a hallway, well lit up by windows... I saw a portrait of you."

He put down his fork and said, "I figured you would have run into that. Goes to show that I wasn't always this obese."

He reached down and jiggled the fat of his belly which was squeezed into the suit jacket he wore, as if to emphasize his previous statement. Then he continued, "Us Leonhart's tend to gain quite a bit of weight... it just runs in the family. I'm sure you noticed that as well in the other portraits down that hallway."

She nodded, "I did. Which was why your portrait was so surprising. I had to read the plaque twice to verify that it was really you."

He chuckled, then began to refill his plate for the third time. The second round of drinks were brought in, and Eliza thanked the servant. Herbert just grunted in acknowledgement.

Hours passed. Plate after plate of food was consumed, with wet belches from deep within his fat body coming out every few minutes. The time passed quickly and was almost blurred by the drunkenness of them both.

#ssbhm belly #ffa #ffa bhm #ssbhm #bhm #fat belly #ffassbhm #fat #fat fantasy #ssbhmstory #morbidlyobese #morbidly obese #fat men are sexy

[trulytiredhermit]

ok so I know I bounce off of other people's asks a fair bit, but with the looks one (also chomo's asks just really inspire me for whatever reason)

I look like marin/malon

I have dyed redish burgandy hair in a wolf cut to just below my collar bone just legend seeing me would be enough to make him spiral (only difference is my glasses really)

(also depending on how you HC heights I ike luimagines, I am the same height as time at 5'9")

so I can only imagine how that would go down with the chain

-🌧️

🌧️

I- bestie…

LEGEND’S GONNA BE A MESS!

THAT POOR MAN CAN’T CATCH A BREAK!

HE’S GONNA GET SOOOO MANY FLASHBACKS!

Your glasses would help keep him from spiraling though, since it sets you apart from Marin.

But please, for Legend, don’t put a red island flower in your hair. Please. He wouldn’t be able to take it.

Also, y’know how in the Linked Universe comics in one of the side parts I think Legend is the one to make the comment about them maybe having a type (aka strong redheads).

Yeah….

It’s true bestie 😂

#trulytiredhermit #linked universe #yandere lu x reader #linked universe x reader #🌧️

[thevirtutis-solaris]

@mrtrashstache

"Why the hell did you do that? I'm gonna assume he did something to deserve it but seriously?" Lloyd shook his head.

Karina looked up at Lloyd and smiled as she reached up and pulled the blonde wig from her head, starting to unzip the black skin tight she was wearing. "Are you saying they have to do something for me to break a nose?" Her eyebrows raised as she shoved the suit in the bag on the roof before slipping on a long burgandy dress. She shook her hair out as it cascaded down her back. As she turned towards him, looking up she clipped the knife to her thigh.

"You ready to show up with your date? We're gonna be late to get the codes if I don't get in there and you know I needed you to get me in." She popped up on her toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Besides, you might want to see what else I brought in that bag." She winked sauntering away from him.

#karina and lloyd #closed verse #arrow verse #mrtrashstache

[i-mustache-your-opinion]

PRELIMINARIES - GROUP F2

Top 3 will Advance to Join the Bracket

#preliminary poll #polls #tumblr tournament #tumblr polls #tournament #ffhs #dungeons and daddies #mr mustache #mister mustache #one piece #jinbe #op jinbe #bob’s burgers #bobs burgers #bob belcher #metalocalypse #william murderface #anchorman #ron burgundy

[arowrath]

ok so first of all fuck box dye it has never once gone well for me i need to stop fucking buying it. second of all. IM SO SADDD cuz the brown is genuinely a rlly pretty colour, its got hints of red, its like. chocolate brown? i guess? and its really pretty but not having unnaturally coloured hair feels Wrong ☹️ ughghghh. well at least if i ever have to dye my hair brown for a job ill know what shade i like. the dye was supposed to be burgandy tho and it just Is not that. sigh. well its fine i have colouroops and itll be fine. third of all. i should go to cosmetology school just to learn the Secret Inside Tricks to dye my hair more effectively. it'd be pretty funny. i want to learn the chemical shit and the colour theory shit so i can predict when a hair dye is going to end up just The wrong colour

#text #Sorry for my british person typing quirk do u forgive me. #colouroops has a u in it so its setting my re-americafication back like a decade #Btw i am not have never been and hopefully will not ever be british. i was just really into british spelling when i was 10

[alonggoodbye]

𝟑-𝟓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘.

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐒:

Cream/white

Burgandy

Mint green

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒:

Lavender

Oranges

Tea (Jasmine)

Gin and lime

𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍:

Halia still wears a corset on nights where she has to preform to de-emphasize her curves and slim her hips, but like the growing trend to get rid of them set by flappers, she doesn't bother with them in her day-to-day life.

When the short bobbed cut started coming into fashion, Halia kept her hair long because she wasn't interested in cutting it and long hair immediately came back on trend lol

Dark blue overalls with button suspenders. This has caused quite the stir with the neighbours and anyone who sees, but she's not about to ruin a dress when the car needs a tune up.

𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒:

Not that she carries it around off duty, but people rush to the stage when she's got the mic in her hand.

Long cigarette holder. She's trying to quit, but when she does smoke she prefers to use one of these so she doesn't get any ashes on her clothes.

Bottles of gin. During the peak of her drinking problem the boys would find her asleep in her dressing room with bottles strewn across the floor.

She's been actively feeding crows on her early morning walks home from the Arcana. So you can be sure there are always a few sat in a near by tree or trailing behind her when she's out and about.

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄:

She always makes sure that she crosses her ankles when she is sitting when she is uncomfortable with the dress she's wearing.

Often crosses her arms and leans back in her chair when she is ready to take in some bad news.

Prone to avoiding eye contact with men. She will make eye contact and act alluring on stage when she is performing, but that just her stage personal; she is quite shy with men that she doesn't know.

When disgusted her nose will crinkle and sometimes she can't catch that expression soon enough.

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒:

The blurred silhouette of a singer in a smoky room

Blood stained nylon stockings held up by lace garters

An obscured face leaning against frosted glass

A couple red lipstick stains on the rim of an expensive bottle of gin

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[kimhortons]

haba na naman ng hair ko, parang trip ko na naman pagupitan. nag titikwas na kasi palagpas na siya ng balikat. pero pinapahaba ko pa talaga ng konti so i can get rid of the bleached hair na, masyado na kasi siyang damage e. pero buti nalang parang balayage ginawa ni kuya elgene dito, di masyado halata yung hati sa gitna ng black na bagong tubo yung colored hanggang dun sa pag fade sa dati nang naka bleached. parang gusto ko naman siya i-dark like burgandy, feeling ko kasi yun nalang diko pa natatry uli. kaso baka mamiss ko yung blonde era ko. haha bahala na ano matripan. haha

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