part 2 of Siren Cocktails illustrations — Adagio Dazzle!

One time on the private Cracked.com writers forum where articles were pitched and workshopped a newbie signed up and went through the approval process entirely just to pitch an article about why My Little Pony is the best cartoon and their first talking point was that it has beautiful high budget animation compared to "garbage any child could draw," a point they chose to illustrate with a screenshot from Adventure Time. And I was SO IRRITATED by this I responded with an entire detailed lecture, images and video clips to explain how Adventure Time is complex frame-by-frame animation with thousands of new drawings per episode while My Little Pony is just 2-d "puppet" animation recycling the same body parts that only have to be drawn once, which the OP didn't realize at all I guess, dazzled by the bright colors and big shiny anime eyes.

And I forget what their response was but it was as simple and nice as "oh, that's interesting thank you for explaining this" and they meant that sincerely yet I still felt somehow obliterated.

Kiwi Tart is a favorite pony of mine, and the most recent addition to my collection. Her cutie mark and color scheme are so unique! She was released in 2005 as part of the butterfly island dazzle bright ponies line. "Kiwi Tart can be quick with a joke or silly remark, but deep inside she's a sweet and sensitive pony too". (14/🦄)

Here’s a request for Abraham as I only just found out who he is and I already would let him spit on me. He’s in the pub where he sees a girl with big boobs and a cheeky grin, he follows her out. Maybe she leads him to the stables? And he fucks her good and hard against the hay. However, just as he’s about to pull his pants up. He falls on the ground due to reader and she rides him like a pony. Maybe some dirty talk and against the hay he chokes her but while she’s riding him she chokes him. You decide how to interpret this and where it goes from there. Hope you have fun writing!

Hello! First off I'd like to thank you for your patience - I'm sorry it's taken me over two months to fulfil this request, I am slow and I have a lot to work through. Secondly, this request is absolutely bonkers, but I've done my best to fulfil it in my own style. I hope that you enjoy it.

Warnings: Infidelity, choking, fingering, smut. Word count: ~2.6k

It’s a bright and sunny July afternoon on Grantchester Village Green. The sounds of a brass band playing and children’s laughter float on the breeze, yet she is bored. It’s the Village’s annual church fête and every Grantchester resident has turned up to take part and lend a hand. Mr. Ruskin has lent a donkey from his farm to give rides to the children, there’s a tombola offering up various prizes of assorted chocolates and cuddly toys, and games of boules and cornholing have been laid out across the Green, under reams of brightly coloured bunting. She feels like she could scream from the civility of it all.

“Fetch you some more squash?” Robbie asks with a soft smile, gesturing towards her with his empty paper cup.

“No. I’m alright, thanks, love.” She replies, stiffening uncomfortably as he places a chaste kiss to her cheek before heading off in the direction of the refreshment stand.

It’s all so bland. She can’t stomach another cup of tea, another orange squash, another egg and cress sandwich. Worst of all, she’s not sure how much more of Robbie she can stand. They have been courting for almost a year - the perfect match in every sense - he is the Vicar’s son, polite, gentle, and inoffensive. She is the daughter of the head of the Village committee; pretty, well mannered and kind.

Truthfully, she finds Robbie painfully dull. He isn’t bad looking and doesn’t treat her unkindly, he is just unambitious and set in his ways. She had agreed to go steady with him because it was what was expected of her. He’d taken her by surprise when he’d expressed the desire to sleep with her three months into their relationship, and for the first time in all the years they’d known each other she’d actually found herself excited by him. That was until they did the deed and he’d rutted atop her with all the enthusiasm of a captain going down with his ship.

She’s heard the murmurs around the Village, the rumours that he plans to propose. Robbie hasn’t exactly been subtle about it either, the way he gawks in the window of the jewellers makes dread sink in her stomach like a stone, not just at the idea of him asking her to marry him, but the fact that she knows she’ll say yes. It’s what her father wants for her, and living somewhere so small, where everyone knows everyone and all their business, she doesn’t want the reputation of the girl that broke a good Christian boy’s heart.

A future as Mrs. Robert Chambers, wife of the vicar’s son, Village postmistress, daughter of the head of the Village committee. Boring, boring, boring.

Life in Grantchester had suddenly become more interesting when he had rolled into the village; part of the Romani settlement that had taken refuge in one of Mr. Ruskin’s fields. The locals had treated them with suspicion and hostility, such was the attitude to newcomers, especially travellers. However, something about him intrigued her; his slicked back hair, dazzling blue eyes and cocky smirk made her heart race, worsened by the fact that whenever she’d seen him around he always managed to catch her eye and send her reeling with a wink. 

She’d never dared to speak to him, yet she feels her breath hitch as she notices him and five of the other Romani men approaching the Green.

“Here comes trouble.” She hears her father sigh as he steps forward to approach them.

She gently grabs his arm. “Dad, leave it,” She pleads. “They haven’t done anything.”

“Not yet anyway.” Robbie says as he returns from the refreshment stand with a refilled drink.

“They’ve as much right to be here as anyone else.” She fires back, watching as the group sit themselves on nearby picnic benches.

“I’d like to see what sort of contribution they’ve made to the Church or Village.” Her father mutters darkly.

As if on cue, the eldest of the group stands from the picnic bench and walks over to Mr. Chambers, depositing a handful of coins into the money box he holds. 

“There’s fifty pence from each of us there.” He tells the Vicar.

“Very generous of you, thank you.” Mr. Chambers responds with a bow of his head.

“See?” She says to her father. “Just leave them.”

As the afternoon progresses, the group is rowdier than anyone else at the fête. The sounds of their jeering and raucous laughing drowns out the tuba and trumpets of the band, earning them glares from everyone else in attendance. However, they keep to themselves, doing nothing more scandalous than using the picnic benches to arm wrestle one another.

She’s taking a walk around by herself, watching a group of children toss bean bags at each other with squeals and shrieks when she spots him, leaning against an outbuilding and swigging from a labeless brown glass bottle.

He winks at her when he sees her and she feels her cheeks heat up.

“Having fun?” He asks with a raise of his eyebrow.

“Not really.” She says with a soft laugh.

“Tea and sarnies not your thing then?” He smirks at her and it sets off a fluttering in her lower belly.

“I can’t imagine it’s yours either.” She says with a shrug. “What’s your lot doing here?”

He sniffs, taking another swig from his bottle and offering it to her. Tentatively she takes it from him, a shiver running through her as their fingers brush for the briefest of moments.

“We’re moving on tomorrow. Figured we’d come pay our respects before we push off.”

She is unable to mask her disappointment at this revelation, her eyes widening as her heart sinks. “Tomorrow?! You’re leaving..?”

He leans in, his blue eyes locking with hers. “You gonna miss us?”

She takes a long drink from the bottle in order to avoid having to answer the question, spluttering around the acrid burn of the liquid in her throat.

He chuckles, taking it back from her as she coughs and wipes her mouth. “Pal’s home brew. Put hairs on your chest, that will.”

She whips around when she hears Robbie calling out for her.

“Go on then, run back to your little boyfriend.” She has to suppress a gasp as she feels the hotness of his breath against the shell of her ear, how closely he’s moved behind her in order to lean down and whisper to her.

She swallows thickly, walking away before turning back to him. “I didn’t catch your name…”

“Abraham.” He tells her, with a mock two fingered salute.

“Nice to meet you, Abraham. I’m-”

“-oh I know who you are. Seen you around.” He interrupts, eyes roving over her form appreciatively.

She bites her lip, feeling the heat return to her cheeks and turns back to rejoin Robbie and her father.

The next hour passes uneventfully, until she hears raised voices coming from the area where the donkey rides are being given. Curious, she moves closer to see what’s happening. She’s surprised when she sees Abraham squaring up to Mr. Ruskin.

“It’s my animal, I think I know best how to look after it.” The farmer says angrily.

“And all I’m saying is that if you’re gonna have the poor fucker carting kids back and forth all day, the least you can do is give it a drink!” Abraham spits back.

The two men stare each other down, until eventually Abraham turns around and walks away. She thinks he has left and is bitterly dismayed that she hasn’t had the opportunity to speak to him more, when fifteen minutes later he turns with a bucket of water, setting it down near the donkey’s hay bales.

Mr. Ruskin grumbles at this, telling Abraham to clear off, but makes no moves to take the water away. She smiles at this, she knows nothing about this mysterious man, yet it’s endearing to see how he cares for animals.

She doesn’t see him again for the rest of the day and it’s only as things start to get packed down for the evening that she realises his group has left. The bucket remains where Abraham left it and she decides she’ll return it to him, emptying the water out onto the grass before turning to let her father and Robbie know what she intends to do.

She thinks better of it as she sees the two of them grappling with the hinges of a long folding table, struggling to collapse it. Probably for the best that they don’t know where she’s going. She takes the bucket, heading off in the direction of the farm.

Abraham isn’t hard to find. He stands in a stall of the stable, running a brush along the back of a chestnut coloured thoroughbred. He is bathed in the orange glow of early summer evening, the dying sunlight plays upon the sharpness of his features, making him appear ethereal.

“He’s beautiful.” She says, making sure it’s the horse she nods towards as she approaches.

Abraham grins when he sees her, continuing to brush out the horse’s coat. “He’s alright. Still needs a bit of work, but he’s fast. Should be fit for racing soon.”

“Mr. Ruskin doesn’t mind you keeping your horses in his stables?” 

He laughs drily, tossing the brush to one side and stepping out of the stall. “He told us to. Pitched a fit when he saw the state they were making of his field.”

She nods in understanding, watching as he brushes his hands off on his trousers.

“So what brings you to me?” He asks, leaning against the door of an empty stall and eyeing her closely.

“Oh,” She steps forward, holding out the bucket. “You left this. Thought you might want it back.”

He takes it from her with a smirk. “Right, because Ruskin couldn’t have brought this with him when he brought the donkey back…”

She feels herself grow hot again, opening and closing her mouth as she struggles to formulate a response.

“Why are you really here?” He closes the gap between them, a predatory glint in his eye.

“I don’t know what you mean.” She whispers, feeling arousal seep between her legs, warm and sticky, as he grips her lightly by the tops of her arms, turning her and backing her into the empty stall.

“I think you do.” He says lowly, fingertips tracing her jawline, the pad of his thumb passes slowly across her bottom lip, pulling slightly. “See, I think that little boyfriend of yours isn’t fucking you the way you’d like him to, so you thought you’d come see if I could do a better job.”

“N-no!” She stammers, fighting to keep her composure, as her stomach feels as though it’s doing somersaults.

“Oh?” He cocks his head, the hand not cupping her jaw moves, pushing the skirt of her dress up her thighs. “You a good girl then? Tell me to stop.”

She knows she should, but what she should do and what she wants to do are at direct odds with each other, so she says nothing, her chest rising and falling quickly with the rapidity of her breathing.

“That’s what I thought,” He utters, inhaling sharply as his fingers come to stroke over her clothed centre, feeling the dampness there. “Good girls don’t soak through their knickers like this for boys like me.”

It’s then that he finally presses forward to capture her lips with his own. It’s like no other kiss she’s ever experienced before, as his mouth moves with firmness against her own, parting to slip his tongue alongside hers, it feels like he is staking claim to her. She clings desperately to his shoulders, whimpering as she feels him push her underwear to the side and slowly sink a long finger inside of her.

“So tight…” He mumbles between kisses, moving his mouth to neck to suckle at her pulse point as his digit curls and pumps within her heat.

She allows her head to fall back with a soft thump against the wood of the stall’s wall as he adds a second, the repetitive strokes across a particular spot deep within her cause her muscles to tense as she bucks against his hand, feeling her belly tighten.

“Gonna come for me?” He asks cockily, sounding pleased with himself. His thumb begins to stroke at her pearl in tandem with the push and pull of his middle and forefingers.

The motion causes the tautness in her to finally give way, a wave of warmth rushes over her body from head to toe, and she lets out a strangled cry as she tightens and spasms around him.

She whines, her knees buckling as Abraham slowly retracts his fingers, but he’s quick to hold her in place by her waist. “S’alright, I’ve got you.” He reassures, keeping her steady until her breathing returns to normal.

The haze from her climax lifts slightly when she hears the metallic sound of his belt buckle unfastening, anticipation causing her breath to come in shallow puffs when it has only just recovered.

“You gonna let me inside, pretty girl?” He questions.

It almost makes her want to laugh, after what he’s just done to her, now he’s asking for permission. She nods feebly, her eyes heavy lidded as they take in the sight of his length as he fists it, long and thick. For a brief moment she wonders how he’ll fit.

“Use your words,” He urges. “Tell me what you want.”

“You,” She whispers shakily, “Want you inside of me.”

He smirks, pressing into her with a satisfied groan and she mewls pathetically as he stretches her open, his grip on her thigh as he holds her open to him is sure to leave bruises.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He grits out, once he’s finally sheathed within her.

He smells faintly of sweat, musky and intoxicating as she holds him close to her. She has never felt so full before, and the roughness of the wood against her back through the thin cotton of her dress, combined with the press of Abraham against her is almost overwhelming. 

Her head lolls to the side and she gasps once he finally starts to snap his hips against hers. He places a hand around her throat, giving the sides a gentle squeeze. “Look at me,” He orders. “Look at me when I fuck you.”

She finds that once she meets his eyes, she couldn’t look away even if she wanted to. There’s a hunger that burns within those baby blues, commanding and insatiable, that keeps her trapped like an animal beneath the intensity of his gaze.

His pace is relentless. The slap of skin against skin mixed with the cadence of the wanton sounds that fall from her lips is lewd, utterly obscene, yet she is too far gone to care or feel embarrassed.

She knows that Abraham is close when his pace falters. He pulls out with a grunt, stroking himself furiously until ropes of his pearlescent spend coat her thighs and lower belly.

He falls forward, keeping a hand pressed to the wall beside her head to stop himself putting too much of his weight onto her, and rests his forehead against hers.

“Fuck,” He breathes. “We should do that more often.”

“You’re leaving tomorrow.” She says quietly, hoping her voice doesn’t betray the sadness she feels.

“So? Come with me.” He says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, brushing the tip of his nose softly against her cheek.

“I can’t do that!” She huffs incredulously.

“Why?” He asks, stepping away, looking for something to help clean them both up. “What’s stopping you?”

She pauses, her brow furrowing as she struggles to think of an answer. Really, what is stopping her? She grins, her future suddenly seeming much less dull.

AJ Styles x young daughter reader please. If possible maybe she is backstage with him helping other wrestler with their injuries like giving them silly little band aids or giving them ice like she does with him

Better || AJ Styles x Daughter!Reader

Summary: AJ doesn't want you to bother Mia when she's hurt. Mia doesn't mind the company.

The bright lights of the arena dazzled as you stood backstage, the distant roar of the crowd still echoing in the air. Tonight, it was just you and your Dad, AJ Styles. You'd been to events with him before, but never without your Mom around.

After the show, AJ found you in the locker room, his face a mix of exhaustion and concern. "Hey, sweetheart," he greeted, bending down to your level. "I've got to check on Mia in the medical area. Wanna come with me?"

You nodded, and soon enough, you were in the medical area. There, you found Mia, a member of the O.C, wincing in pain. AJ hesitated, torn between wanting to stay with Mia and not leaving me alone.

You climbed up on one of the examination tables, watching as AJ tried to figure out what to do. "Daddy, Mia looks really hurt," You said, your concern matching his.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, "I know, sweetheart. I just don't want you to bother her when she's hurt. It's not a good time."

But you wanted to help somehow. You dug into your bag and pulled out a My Little Pony band-aid. Looking up at AJ with determination, you said, "Maybe this will make her feel better."

AJ's eyes widened, and he tried to stop you from climbing onto the table, fearing you might inconvenience Mia. However, Mia, despite her pain, smiled warmly and gestured for you to join her.

"Hey there, little one," Mia greeted, and you carefully reached out to place the band-aid on her injured arm. "Thanks, that's really sweet of you."

AJ hovered nearby, his worry evident, but Mia assured him, "It's okay, man. I could use some company up here."

You chatted with Mia, doing your best to bring a smile to her face. And as you sat there, surrounded by the hum of the medical area, you couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment, knowing that even in a small way, you made someone's pain a little more bearable.

New Equestria Girls Rainbow Rocks Adagio Dazzle Minis Rockin Figure

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Details below:

Adagio Dazzle is ready to rock in the big show with her friends! Get ready to rock out with neon My Little Pony Equestria Girls Minis! Pretend to sing with her microphone accessory, or strike a rock star pose with her articulated arms and legs.

Pretend you’re the star of the show with the Equestria Girls Minis figure that loves being center stage.

Collect all of the Equestria Girls Minis figures: Twilight Sparkle, Adagio Dazzle, Rarity, Fluttershy, Applejack and Pinkie Pie. (Each sold separately. Subject to availability.)

My Little Pony and all related characters are trademarks of Hasbro.

Posable with 9 points of articulation 

Bright neon outfit and hair 

Inspired by entertainment 

Figure scale: 4.5 inches 

Includes doll, doll stand, and 5 accessories

Perfect gift for any My Little Pony fan!

Features an Adagio Dazzle minis Rockin figure.

Brand: Hasbro

Character: Adagio Dazzle

Color: Multicolor

Assembled Product Dimensions (L x W x H): 5 x 7.52 x 2.52 inches

Assembled Product Weight: 4.2 ounces

Ages 5 years and up

Inspired by Equestria Girls Rainbow Rocks

Young!Les Packer Series: Starburst - Les Packer x Reader

Tagging: @proceduralpassion @crazy4chickennuggets @callsignartemis @kmc1989 @kishie8 @anime-weeb-4-life @oureternalbond  @thanossexual

It’s a starburst, the brand on your shoulder. Les knows it almost as well as he knows himself. He’s spent nights caressing it with his fingertips and his lips. It reminds him of how strong you are, how resilient.

In the wake of the cult’s annihilation the two of you have built a home together, a life. You’ve gone back to school with the intention of completing your GED, something he has no doubt that you’ll accomplish. You work parttime at a bookstore and it seems to suit you. You’ve re-discovered your thirst for literature now that you have the freedom to explore it. In the cult there was only one book, and it was the one the Founder had written himself.

It's been two years since Fallen Star crumbled and Les has not only gained a partner but a daughter as well. He thinks of little Sasha sleeping in the room next door, walls decorated with ponies, a nightlight that shines sparkles on the ceiling because she’s afraid of the dark. The daughter he didn’t even know he wanted until she’d appeared in his life.

Now he can’t imagine a world without her in it. Without breakfast with smiley faced pancakes or school drop offs and pick ups. She’s as ferocious as her mother, bright and adventurous. He thought her time in the cult would have cowed her, but she leaps into everything with a curiosity that amazes him. The world is a bright, dazzling place for her and she’s eager to learn more about it.They go to the library sometimes after school, her favourite book is Funny Bones and Les has spent many bedtimes reading it to her, while you study at the kitchen table.

Les thinks of the two women that approached him today looking for you. He’d been with Sasha at the General Store, sitting outside on the bench where the two of you had first met. They’d been eating popsicles, Sasha’s orange because it was her new favourite colour and his cherry. He hadn’t even registered their approach until he saw Sasha react, he’d never seen her withdraw so fast. Her silence spoke volumes.

He recognises the style of clothing; you all wore similar outfits usually in white or pastels. The first time he’d met you, you’d been wearing a lavender summer dress. He remembers you’d worn your hair tied back, the edges of the brand peeping out from underneath the fabric.

“She doesn’t belong to you anymore.” He reminds them, trying very hard to keep his tone even as not to alarm Sasha.

“Sasha does. She’s his only living relative.”

He’d snarled at them then because the only way they were getting Sasha was over his dead body.

“She’ll come back.” The older of the two had assured him. “She knows where she belongs.”

They’d left after that, but the damage was already done because Sasha may not have remembered their names, but she remembers being ripped away from her mother time and time again by these women. She’s inconsolable until you get home from work because she thinks that it’s happening all over again. He wants to kill them for that. For distressing his child.

When you finally manage to get Sasha settled, you come to bed wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts. You straddle his hips and make love to him with your hand over his mouth to stifle the noise, because when he’s with you like this, he’s loud. There’s an element of control to it, he understands the need to be dominant especially when it feels like the world is starting to crumble underneath your feet.

“I won’t let anything to happen to you.” He promises in the aftermath as he holds you close. “You and Sasha are my family, I’ll protect the two of you until the day I die.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

One sunny day, four pony friends sailed under the rainbow's arch and discovered a tropical island where everything shone with the brightest and most beautiful colors the ponies ever saw. Pina Colada and Sea Breeze hopped onto the dazzling pink beach to play volleyball, while Tootie Tails and Hula Hula splashed in the sparkling blue water. While the four friends nibbled a tasty lunch beneath gleaming green palm trees, tropical rainbow dew fell on them and changed them into the brightest ponies of all. The delighted friends quickly sailed back to Ponyland to show everyone their brilliant new look. And that is the story of how the Tropical Ponies got their bright colors!

part 1 of Siren Cocktails illustrations — Sonata Dusk!

I plan to print them as keychains, so this artwork process was an uphill battle with CMYK

Crystal: she’s a dazzling and glamorous pony who shines bright and brings sparkle to every occasion

She’s a Jewelry Maker and crafts beautiful gemstone jewelry that sparkles in the sunlight

Melody: a musical and creative pony who finds inspiration in the rhythm and melody of life

She’s a Musician and plays the drums and writes songs that touch the hearts of ponies

Tales of Ealden Cynedom 43: The Small Apothecary (2/5)

Tale 43:The Small Apothecary (chapter 2 - A Gold Watch 2/5 ) part 8. Stories of Dreams

Aurum stood on the red lacquer bridge, that crossed one of the many waterfalls of enchanted springs. The bridge was crossed precisely half-way up the Skyward Falls. One could see the withing the soothing, and glittering waters, the vague shimmer of golden scales. The water was bright teal, and was breathed by a serpent cloud dragon. Which is not to be confused with the dragon Aurum came to interrogate. The water fall’s occupant, was a gold luck serpent, that hoarded watches; That ended up collecting at the pool below.

“I have this special alchemized one here!” Aurum gleamed, holding up a high end gold and craft leather watch. He leaned forward, to present the magnificent prize.

“But I found this one. Meaning, it has flowed into my possession. It is meant to be in my clutches.” The dragon retorted, poking its nose from the falls.

“We cannot possess without not-possessing; Thus, that watch is not yours, even if you claim it. What I propose an equivalent exchange: If that specific, gold, minted, Grand West made, watch flowed back into the pocket of its owner, and this practically identical, mage made, dazzling replica flowed into your hoard, wouldthat really change things? To dragons that hoard specific treasures, surely the human assigned meaning of a trinket, is truely proven meaningless. Aren’t all watches equal, if they all fulfill your desires?”

“Perhaps.” The dragon said, stubbornly. There was a silence.

“Oh come on, Goober! I’m trying my best here! Remember what my brother did to you last time?” Aurum huffed, holding out the replica in one hand, and an open receiving palm in the other. He leaned further forward in frustration.

“I’m your witch! Everyone asked for this! Even me! Being a witch is to negotiate between men and magic; I’m not backing down!” Aurum exclaimed. Upon exhaling, he tipped over the rail, and into the steaming pool full of watches. Aurum’s hand remained above the surface, offering the fake watch.

“Oh fine. But if-”

“Thanks Goober! I’ll see you tomorrow!” Aurum gasped, when he surfaced. A large talon handed him the authentic watch, and Aurum waded to the shore. With his cotton wraps drenched, he walked back to the village, while checking the watch for damage.

In the village, Aurum headed to the door of the watch’s owner. They were one of two families to move in that week. As a Witch, a diplomat of magic matters, Aurum took pride in knowing every occupant of the butte. Which included eavesdropping on the man who had radically accepted the loss of his property. Regardless, Aurum wanted to return the watch, and knocked on the door. After a moment the door slid open.

“Oh, you’re that idiot who keeps this legendary oasis.”

“Oh sir, we do not use judgments in this sanctuary.” Aurum said calmly, handing the watch over. He tried to sneak a quick look into the house.

“If you took offence to my adjectives, I fear it is you are the one not practising our philosaphy,” The man smiled. He bowed taking the watch. “Thank you for returning this, but it is but an object to me.” He continued, gently sliding the door closed, with a saticfying woosh and clunk of wood-on-wood; cutting off Aurum. He was working hard on the ways of water, to overcome childhood neglect; But his mind was bruised by those words. Pent-up young rage, clung to his overzelous personality.

“Your clothes.” Aurum’s pony familiar said, nuzzling his master’s side. Aurum looked down to the clear wet cloth of his shirt, and back at the door. His soul nearly left his body.

The reason Aurum wished to peak into that abode, was that the man was the father the most radiant daughter of this paradise. In Aurum’s opinion. Aurum spent the day trying to leave his immodesty before that man it in the past. No judgments. These emotions will pass. He kept repeating.

After burning his soup again, Aurum decided to just buy some. He ended up in his nice sampot, picking up an extra pot of curried noodles. He decided to visit the father’s door again. Unimpressed, the man still exchanged the traditional smile and wave greeting. This greeting was unlike by people from all lands, due to how fake it was.

“I brought noodles for your daughter,” Aurum smiled. “I hear you have brought her here, to support her in her troubles. I wish to do the same. My mother seldom ate, nor cooked for us, when she too was drowning in a tide of woe.”

“Kugu hasn’t left the house since we got here. How do you know of my daughter’s crippling depression?” The man glared.

“Magic?” Aurum shrugged. He put on his charming golden smile again, offering the dinner. Aurum was told his smile could warm the heart of the coldest man. The father scowled, then looked down the hall.

“Kugu, the mage has brought you food as a gesture of love.” He yelled. He waited to the count of fifteen seconds of utter silence. He then stared at Aurum coldly.

“It appears my daughter will not eat now. maybe the other new family may need support?” The father said, sliding the door closed again.

“I will now walk.” Aurum said absently, staring at the spires on the arched eaves. He did a loop of the labyrinth, before settling at a komiho’s feet, to eat his pot of noodles. He used the traditional large chopsticks, and liked that the chief knew he preffered extra chilli, lemongrass, and coconut. Aurum got up, grabbed the reins of his familiar, and continued to walk until he arrived at the door of the new family. He knocked, the door slid open, and a kneeling lady with a little girl looked up at him. She looked worn, cold, and thin. Her layers of cloth hung loose, and her hair uncempt. Aurum held out the food, his face overcast.

“I bought extra food, but I have no one to share it with. I am the local Witch, Aurum Bridlebellen. I apologize for not introducing myself sooner. If you see me, never be scared to ask for help.” He said in a meandering voice. The woman tenderly smiled, and took the food; It was still warm.

“Thank you dearly. You are as my children hear.” The woman smiled. Aurum looked into the unfurnished home. Pristine screen walls and matted floors. A single vibrant and gilded scroll hung mid wall.

“Your home is vacant; Where are your loved ones?”

“My boys are at work or school. One bakes, another builds, and last brews.”

“Rice cake, temples, and beer?”

“Better! A potions master who just graduated with so many credits, he can work immediately! He will be here in two seasons, to aid this community with you. Do you wish to stay for tea?” She smiled, gesturing into her home. Aurum tensed at the word Apothacary; A wizard was intended to work with him peacefully. He disliked wizards. But, that woman’s warmth was alluring. Aurum crawled in, and held the child who he couldn’t help but share laughter with.

“You flinched hearing my second youngest was a wizard. Is this because of your Whitestead family, Who left this place nearly as worn as me?” The mother continued, starting to eat. Aurum wilted.

“Yes. Your son might be disappointed. The Tree Fey here have only just recovered from the reaping; They may be shy to share their gifts with him.”

“Surely an acclaimed, love-struck, two-cents, kindly witch, could help with that?” She giggled. Aurum let out a wheeze.

“Thanks for the tea, it’s lovely.” He said, to calm himself.

“Why don’t you take some with you? I have plenty.” She chimed in return. “Nothing says inner peace, like a warm quality drink made with love.”

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The Best Dressed Of The 2023 BET Awards

Lights, cameras, fashion! The 2023 BET Awards strutted onto the star-studded scene at the iconic Microsoft Theater in Los Angeles, dazzling us with a magnificent display of style and glamour. As the evening unfolded, the red carpet became a runway of epic proportions, after all, this event welcomed some of Hollywood's finest. From jaw-dropping gowns to dapper suits, these ten celebrities graced us with their impeccable fashion sense, proving that when it comes to dressing to impress, they truly reign supreme. Grab your front-row seat as we unveil the top ten best-dressed darlings who effortlessly stole the show at this extravaganza! Top 10 Best Dressed Stars From The 2023 BET Awards Coming in at #10 is Victoria Monet. The singer/songwriter wowed spectators in a tan asymmetrical 'fit courtesy of Patrycia Pages. The top featured a number of cutouts along with metallic details. The bottoms include flared pants paired with an accent skirt. The "Jaguar" artist opted for a silver arm band on her right bicep and long knotless boho braids. #9 is none other than Ice Spice. This rapper decided to play with her look by wearing a lingerie-inspired look. The mesh corset featured a mermaid skirt with two different lace patterns and fishnet. The look was complete for the "Princess Diana" star with a diamond cross pendant and sandals. #8 is held down by Flo Milli. The "Conceited" artist was turning head while she strutted down the pink carpet in her Ferragamo dress. The ombre mini-dress featured an ankle-length cape that hung over her right shoulder. The star kept her accessories simple opting for hoop earrings and slicked back pony. Coming in at #7- Miss Claudia Jordan. The talk show host and actress kept things simple and vibrant. The stunned the crowd in a high slit bright purple dress that featured a high waistline and corset top. With long drop earrings, clear strapped sandals, and her hair swept to the side her choices screamed old Hollywood Glamour. She even received some bonus points for making sure her pedicured toes matched the color of her dress perfectly. All of a sudden we were back in the 1920s thanks to #6, Leigh Anne Pinnock. The singer rocked a Georges Hobeika gown, which was part of the designers spring 2023 couture line. The sheer dress featured scalloped panels with ombre pink beads and of course, in true flapper fashion, sparking fringe. Into the top 5 we go! #5 features the "Best New Artist" winner, Coco Jones. Another artist who decided to go with the sheer details for the pink carpet, the "ICU" singer opted for a high slit latex corset dress adorn with a mesh panel. Adding to her high fashion look were a pair of black platform sandals. With one opera length sheer glove on her left hand and "wet look" wavy hair, Jones was an absolutely stunner. #4 houses the only male on our list of best dress celebs this year. Not that our favorite men didn't show up and show out, there was just too many women who stood out. The stand-up comedian opted for an olive-green shirt without a shirt, which was most definitely a show stopper! He paired his suit with simple black shoes as well as gold and diamond necklaces. After all, who could resist that smirk? #3 is Melissa L. Williams. The actress and model wore a mirror-like two piece. The strapless top was highlighted by a deep V-front and also the skirt featured a high slit as well as a mini train. Another wow factor was her smooth bob cut and smokey eye she paired her 'fit with matching silver heels and diamond jewelry. Altogether her look was the perfect mix of edgy and glamorous. The Top Two Looks For The Best Dressed At The BET Awards #2 is occupied by the R&B hotshot Summer Walker. The "Still Over it" artist opted for a classic sparkly all-black short sleeve gown that showcased her famous curves perfectly and featured a high-neckline. Additionally, underneath the gown was a slip that stopped right above the knee allowing the bottom of the dress to remain sheer. Also, with a small train and modest slit, she was a vision. Last, but certainly not least at the #1 spot is Latto. Before she took the stage to perform "The Big Energy" singer rocked the pink carpet. Her loose fitting dress resembled a button down shirt, made of sheer black fabric with a plunging deep neckline. Her high left side slit added just enough drama, while leaving something for the imagination. Additionally, the artist accessorized with a layer of necklaces, including one that fell below her belly-button. Another, jewelry feature were diamond cocktail rings and a chainlink ankle bracelet. All in all, the stars hit the pink carpet at the BET Awards ready to put on a show. Let us know your thoughts on the night's fashion! For more information check out FMHipHop Brittany Belizor | Instagram @brittieb_ | Twitter @bbelizor Read the full article

CHOOSE THE RIGHT OUTFIT FOR THE SPRING RACES

With spring carnival approaching fast it can be difficult to choose an outfit that will dazzle the fields, whilst suiting the weather for your region. We have put together some amazing options for different weather forecasts to save you the stress of trying to put together a creative outfit. Shop Skirts in Australia

Of course we all want the weather to be warm, and sunny. But in reality, the universe often knows when there is an important occasion we are dressing fancy for, and can't have our hair get frizzy. We have put together this easy, yet impactful outfit to save you on a rainy race day. The top half of this dress is perfect as you can layer a singlet underneath to keep you warm. Yet it is also flowy enough to ensure to are not constricted if it gets hot. An easy up do to save the day, and make you look extra put together. Topped with one of our best selling headpieces.

For a hot Spring day this next dress is perfect ! This flowy coral dress will ensure that your comfort level is not compromised whilst looking feminine throughout the day. Wear your hair tucked behind an ear with a statement hairclip to add exrta glam. Don't forget the body shimmer to make your skin look like you have just come back from a tropical holiday. Best clothes shop in Australia

If the weather is unpredictable this year, we also have you covered with this chic lace jumpsuit. An easy to wear outfit that will truly be an asset to your wardrobe. Add a bright lip to this look, or some blingy jewellery to make a classy statement. We have paired it with a sleek pony tail to ensure your hair stays perfect all day long.

5 Ideas & Activities for Making Grand Canyon South Rim a Luxury Holiday

Going to the Grand Canyon for a remarkable family journey? A Grand Canyon Tour is certainly a must-do, particularly on the off chance that your family appreciates open-air undertakings. Situated in northern Arizona, the Grand Canyon is more than 270 miles in length, 1 mile down, and 18 miles wide. Researchers gauge the Grand Canyon to have shaped quite a long time back, because of disintegration from the Colorado River.

It's one of the U.S.'s most famous public stops and is on numerous lists of must-dos. Arranging a Grand Canyon Tour can be 

overpowering. There's such a great amount to see and do, however, if you're searching for something else, as opposed to simply looking at the perspectives, the following are five things you can do to make your Grand Canyon Tour noteworthy.

1. Jump on the Great Gorge Railway

Love trains? Take a ride on rare train vehicles on the Grand Canyon railway. The train is in Williams, Arizona, and it passes on day to day to take travelers on beautiful rides through the Grand Canyon and to the Historic village in the South Edge. Have the opportunity to investigate the Canyon, town, and shows for three hours before moving back on board the train for the return outing to Williams.

2. Bike the Rim Trail

One more method for seeing the staggering view of the Grand Canyon is by bicycle. The Rim Trail is a 5-mile cleared course from the Grand Canyon Guest Center toward the South Kaibab Trailhead. A 10-mile full-circle ride is an optimal method for getting an alternate point of view of the famous Grand Canyon.

3. Hike the Bright Angel Trail

The trail is a well-known one for climbers of all levels and a brilliant method for seeing the Grand Canyon and its astonishing perspectives. The path is wide and genuinely simple to explore. The vast majority find the climb down significantly less difficult than the one back up.

4. See the Grand Canyon by mule

In the history of the Grand Canyon, mules have played an important role. Since mules don't frighten as effectively as ponies, the creature has been utilized for a very long time to move individuals and supplies all over the Grand Canyon trails.

5. Take a Grand Canyon Helicopter Tour

A Grand Canyon Helicopter tour can be an outright exhilarating method for encountering the dazzling perspectives and staggering magnificence that the Grand Canyon brings to the table. This permits you to see portions of the Grand Canyon that you can't see from the South Rim perspective.

A scenic helicopter ride over the breathtaking Grand Canyon is a great way to get a bird's eye view of this stunning landmark. 

Explore the deepest part of the Grand Canyon, the Dragon Corridor, above the North Rim. In addition to the Painted Desert, you will also be able to see views from the Desert View Watchtower and the Colorado River from the air. 

Make sure to do these 5 things for a memorable Grand Canyon Tour. Safe Journey!

New Equestria Girls Minis Rockin Twilight Sparkle Figure

New Equestria Girls Minis Rockin Twilight Sparkle Figure available here: https://amzn.to/48aNrst

Details below:

Twilight Sparkle is ready to shine in the big show with her friends! Get ready to rock out with neon My Little Pony Equestria Girls Minis! Pretend to sing with her microphone accessory, or strike a rock star pose with her articulated arms and legs. 

Pretend to be the star of the show with the Equestria Girls Minis figure that’s working for perfect friendship harmony. 

Collect all of the Equestria Girls Minis figures: Twilight Sparkle, Adagio Dazzle, Rarity, Fluttershy, Applejack and Pinkie Pie. (Each sold separately. Subject to availability.) My Little Pony and all related characters are trademarks of Hasbro.

Poseable with 9 points of articulation 

Bright neon outfit and hair 

Inspired by entertainment 

Figure scale: 4.5 inches 

Includes doll, doll stand, and 2 accessories

Perfect gift for any My Little Pony and Equestria Girls fan!

Features a Minis Rockin Twilight Sparkle figure.

Brand: Hasbro

Character: Twilight Sparkle

Color: Multicolor

Assembled Product Dimensions (L x W x H): 5 x 7.52 x 2.52 inches

Ages 5 years and up

Inspired by Equestria Girls