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I have just shaved my face for the first time (since I developed a mustache and beard over the past 6 weeks) and I must say... it’s very weird having a smooth dolphin chin. Like.. my skin feels... sticky?
I cannot stop petting my own chin. Haha.. this is very odd but also I have a babyface again @_@
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bunnycatgirlbot · 2 years
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mutuals can play with my cheeks like a set of bongos
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bussyfairy · 2 months
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I love having oily skin. When I wake up my skin be dewy af…
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allari-ammayi · 6 months
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Butta Bomma
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
A. Bahubali x Reader x B. Deva
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𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬➜
When bookworm Y/n reluctantly succumbs to her friends' movie night and watches "Bahubali," she discovers a newfound empathy for the much-despised Bhallaladeva, igniting an unexpected connection between their souls. Following the loss of her grandmother, Y/n inherits a mysterious red amulet that transports her to an unimaginable world. Her assigned mission: to alter the destinies of her beloved character. In the heart of Mahismati, Y/n's undercover adventures bring her closer to the royal brothers, determined to reshape their fates for the better. As bonds deepen, romance blooms and Y/n faces a dilemma: will their feelings jeopardize her mission? Will it even matter in the end?
𝐓.𝐖➜
This story contains themes of death and bereavement, violence, toxic relationships, emotional turmoil, travelling worlds, ¿isekai?, romantic conflicts, identity crisis, moral dilemmas, possible sexual content in later chapters, themes of betrayal, political intrigue, power struggles, intense emotional situations, and complex moral decisions, exploration of familial and romantic relationships, warfare, injury, and graphic violence. Let me know if I missed any!
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𝐀𝐫𝐜 ⌗𝟏
𝐏𝐫𝐞-𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞➜
The Interesting Perspective
The New World
The Angel Lady
The Harsh Interrogation
The Monkey Woman
The Snarky Prince
The Etiquette Lessons
The Language Barrier
The Political Genius
The Culinary Adventurer
The Mahismati Festival
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𝐀𝐫𝐜 ⌗𝟐
𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 ⌗𝟏➜
The Scripted Starting
The Dancing Beauty
The Affectionate Prince
The Gruesome Battle
The Vitory Horror
𝐀𝐫𝐜 ⌗𝟑
𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 ⌗𝟐➜
The Dangerous Thoughts
The Kuntala Quest
The Royal Gardens
The Deciding Day
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𝐀𝐫𝐜 ⌗𝟒
𝐁𝐚𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐢'𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐞➜
The Kuntala Journey
The Charming Princess
The Kuntala Palace
The Dreamer Boy
The Hunting Party
The Krishna Pooja
The Marriage Proposal
The Silent Attack
The Lady’s Choice
𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠➜
The Rejoiced Couple
The Wedding Night
The Jealous Banishment
The Back-Stabber
The Final Sob
The Honoured Dead
𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠➜
The Stubborn Prince
The Jealous Husband
The Painful Coronation
The Run-Away Wife
The Reunited Lovers
The Old Beginnings
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𝐀𝐫𝐜 ⌗𝟓
𝐁𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐚'𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐞➜
The Library Roaming
The Compensating Gifts
The Hidden Portrait
The Risky Plan
The Portrait Showing
The Insistent Girl
The False Confession
The Impulsive Promise
The King’s Confession
𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠➜
The Defeated King
The Heart Problems
The Exiled Duo
The Discontent Girl
The Confidential News
The Sweet Embrace
𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠➜
The Impressive Queen
The Romantic King
The Revealed Secret
The Destroyed Amulet
The Two-Faced Liar
The Tragic End
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𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭➜ @vellipo-mellaga, @cleaningfairylevi, @bhalare-vichitram, @ghal-ghal, @bitchy-bi-trash, @vijayasena, @sakhiiiii, @celestesinsight《If you wish to be part of the taglist, please let me know in the replies!》
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𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞➜
This story contains elements of fantasy, adventure, and emotional depth, but be aware of potential triggers, including violence, grief, and complex relationships. Reader discretion is advised.
Does anyone want an OC version if they're not interested in y/n?
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This post was brought to you by: five northern germans peer reviewing my norddeutsch
[ID: a digital drawing of Peter Lukas from the Magnus Archives.
He's a white man with a white beard, wearing a dark hat and coat. He's holding a pipe. His eyes are hidden in the shadow of his hat except for a white point of light.
White text next to him is saying "moin meen jung, jetzt aber butta bei de fische, dat enne kommt" /End ID]
Also for anyone whose curious: basically he's just saying "hello my boy, lets face it, the end is near".
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samstclair · 10 months
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Aaron Taylor Johnson’s Butter
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Aaron Taylor Johnson Imagine
Anonymous Request - "Could you please do an imagine where the Y/N knows Aaron has a food fetish, so she puts some on but maybe gets an allergic reaction? So maybe Aaron can take her to the hospital and save her? Thanks! Love your stories, Sam!
~~~~~~~~Imagine ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
" Yew wont go on with it, will ya! Ya silly ol geeza yew!" He laughed, but little did he know - you would do it.
You first started with a small portion, just enough to cover your dome, but, it wasn't long until those scoops got heavier and thicker and oilier. The more you lathered across your skin, the more his face contorted from a joking, sly grin to one of a predator - who's perfectly in sight of his next prey.
"Yew really outdone yourself now, innit?!" he spat.
You chuckled mockingly at his disbelief.
"Oh what, now you've gone on and given me that silent treatment, innit? You silly ol thing you, I oughta teach you a bit of a lesson now, just like me mother would! Or, me first wife, that silly ol hag thing!"
If only he knew.
Though the silence you had given him seemed to work, as you saw the buldge in his jeans arise, making you, too, feel a sense of warmth and arousal down there, he hadn't known that the peanut butter's effects had started to settle. The more you layered on, the more you felt your throat swell, and the more he shuffled in his seat, aching for you, the more you kept adding.
More. More. More.
"Dont cha think that's enuff now, luv! You've gone and used up all me butta! I guess I'll have ta lick it clean off ya!" And just like that, he rose from his seat, making his way to you. He grabbed the jar and hurled it against the wall, a faint "yeet" he mumbled.
"Yeet."
He grabbed you, gripping hard, as the butter had become a makeshift lubricant and caused his fingers to slide on your skin, sliding like those big slides at the fair.
"Wait, luv, why - you've seem to gone a bit red? Perhaps a bit too much rouge, innit? Luv? Luv!"
And then you died of asphyxiation.
Hope you enjoyed! xoxo, ~Sam St. Clair
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Yo! Did I hear Roland Martin say the words: 'Black First', in response 2 what he thinks Corporate Diversity Programs should look like? Seriously??? When did Roland get off the Diversity Bus? Remember when he couldn't tell Richard Spencer that he was a 'Black' Man? Dude was 'A Christian', 'A Man of God', (ect...) ANYTHING but a Black Man... Now 'Baron Von Butta Biscuit' is Black First? Bootlick opportunists like Roland R facing a larger narrative of 'Chickens coming home to Roost' w/i the Black Community. He won't B the last 'Snake' looking 2 Shed their Skin.
-Just Saying
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vixenpen · 11 months
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Breaking News (An Excerpt)
(((y’all better go cop my book 🤧)))
“OH SHIT!”
Our heads whipped towards the sound. It was Tamika in the living room.
“Hold on guys,” Tell scrambled to the camera. “Technical error. We’ll be right back.”
We cut the stream and ran out of the room. We weren’t the only ones concerned. Vita and Butta had both popped out of their rooms too. 
“Tam, what’s going on?!” Butta asked, tying her fluffy Victoria Secret robe closed.
“Whatever it is better be worth it.” Vita snapped, crossing her arms. “I was makin’ hella bank on live-“
“Sshhh!” Tam waved her off. Her eyes never left the television as she blasted the volume.
“A Carolina Technical and Agricultural University professor is currently being investigated for having affairs with several of his students.” A young, black newswoman reported.
My attention snapped immediately to the t.v. along with the rest of the girls. We gawked at the screen as the reporter continued.
“When the anonymous tip came in just last week, Dean Marigold Morris, took it seriously.”
The camera panned to our school’s dean. Dean Morris looked impeccable as always. Her red pantsuit was perfectly tailored to her plump figure and her gray hair was styled in a bun, but the stress was obvious on her face.
“As young black men and women pursuing higher education, I feel our students are in a particularly vulnerable position to be taken advantage of. When we received those tips, we automatically took them very seriously. That kind of behavior is inexcusable for any person in a position of authority over someone else. The professor has been dealt with accordingly.”
The camera flashed back to the young woman.
“The professor has been dismissed and the allegations are now under investigation by the school.”
“Damn…” Vita gaped at the screen. “That was worth it. Shit, new girl, when I asked what you were gonna do; I didn’t know you had that in mind.”
“I didn’t!” I exclaimed. “I never…I mean, I did tip Katie off that Asia and Mr. Rawlins were messing around, but I didn’t tell the whole damn school board!”
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Tongue Twisters
A/N: I wrote this a few days ago and I've decided to make it your problem.
Content: Canon x Oc/Self Insert; Goemon x OC/Self Insert; fluff; Words: 375
Goemon stabs a needle and a thread through Corvo’s sliced flesh causing the informant to let out a sharp gasp of pain. He gives a quick mumbled apology. Too focused to speak clearly. Corvo’s knuckles turned white as the needle get’s stabbed through again.
“Gah!”
“Remember, breathe evenly.”
Corvo sucks in air.
“Relax.”
With a slow release of her breath. Corvo’s shoulders dropped and her muscles loosened up a bit.
“Good.”
Another stab of the needle goes in. On Corvo’s exhale she began to repeatedly mutter.
“Buta ga buta o butta node butareta buta ga buta ta buta o butta.” To keep her mind off of the overwhelming pain in her left arm.
Goemon’s hands slowly stopped its movements as he listened to the tongue twister. Confused for a second.
“You’re saying it wrong,” He says. “It’s “Buta ga buta o butta node butareta buta ga butta buta o butta”.”
Silence filled the air as Corvo tries to process what the Japanese man said.
“… puta?” Her voice high pitched out of confusion.
“No, that’s spanish. Buta ga buta o butta node butareta buta ga butta buta o butta”
Silence filled the room again. Corvo staring back at Goemon as he stares back at her. The stitches still not finished.
Corvo cocks her head to the side. “Say it again?”
“Buta ga buta o butta node butareta buta ga butta buta o butta.”
Corvo cocks her head to the other side like a confused puppy. A deep blush grows on Goemon’s face.
“Buta ga buta o butta node butareta buta ga butta buta o butta.”
“Buta ga buta o butta none butareta buta ga butta o buta o butta.”
“Buta ga buta o butta node butareta buta ga butta buta o butta.”
“Buta ga buta o butta node butareta buta ga butta buta o butta?” Corvo says slowly.
“Yes. Good.” Goemon said with a sage nod. Lifting Corvo’s arm back up so he can continue stitching up her wound. “Now do it again.”
“Buta ga buta o butta node butareita buta ga butta buta o butta.”
Goemon sighs and begins to stitch again.
“Buta ga buta o butta node butareta buta ga butta buta o butta.” He mutters.
“Nama-mugi nama-gome nama-tamago.”
“Don’t switch tongue twisters.”
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100yearoldcomics · 2 years
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April 30, 1922 Krazy Kat by George Herriman
[ID: Krazy stands under a garden arch, thinking to themself. /end] Krazy: Ah-h, wundafil "Maytime," with thy "butta-kups," and "deffa-dills," and "hollow-hocks," and "pantsies." Thee is indeed the king of months. And that's a fect.
[ID: Officer Pupp leans on his baton and speaks with Krazy, who poses coquettishly. /end] Pupp: Well, "Krazy," I see you are enchanted by the floral witchery and delights of "May." Krazy: 'Ottdaggie!! You bet I are, and that's no i-dill jess.
[ID: Pupp stands with arms akimbo while Krazy listens with his hands on his hips. /end] Pupp: Well, dawgunnit, why shouldn't we like flowers, heh? Ain't they the one things what don't need laws, juries, judges, & kops to keep them good. Why, huh, I ask you. Why? Krazy: Ain't it because they dun't need 'em, "Offissa Pupp"?
[ID: Pupp takes his police cap off and gestures like he's a little teapot. Krazy scratches their head as they ponder his thoughts. /end] Pupp: Why, of course. There ain't no sin nor crime amongst flowers. They're pure, & beautiful, & full of color & fragrance, & they're so derned trustworthy, too. Krazy: Dun't I know it, "Offissa Pupp," gosh dingit, dun't I know it.
[ID: Ignatz stands before a large ring of flower petals with a head-sized hole in the middle. A brick lies on the ground beside him. /end] Ignatz: The time of the year being what it is, I call this a most appropriate disguise.
[ID: Ignatz pokes his face through the hole. /end] Ignatz: And a perfect fit.
[ID: Ignatz slides the petals down around his waist, where they protrude like a tutu. He picks up the brick. /end] Ignatz: And as luck would have it, here come's the party I most desire to meet. And I am glad that "Officer Pupp" is with him.
[ID: Ignatz pulls the petals up, as if his flower hasn't yet bloomed. /end] Ignatz: I will add in no slight measure a greater luster to my genius, by fooling them both.
[ID: Krazy and Pupp bend over to admire the Ignatz flower. Mr. Bum Bill Bee stands on the other side of him, doing the same. /end] Pupp: And now, Krazy, look well upon this beautiful bloom, it is the "Violetus robustus," a flower fragrant with aroma, & sweet with heaps of honey. Altogether a very desirable blossom. Krazy: Yes. Bum Bill Bee: Hm-m-m. This smacks of much honey. I'll tackle it.
[ID: Bum Bill Bee leaps into the flower headfirst while Pupp and Krazy chat amicably. /end] Pupp: Did you notice Mr. "Bum Bill Bee" giving his attention to that flower? Well, it's a sure sign that it is first class in every respect. Krazy: Oh, sure.
[ID: The two are shocked as Ignatz begins flailing around under his flower costume. Judging by the buzzing noises, Bum Bill Bee's making mincemeat of him. /end]
[ID: Ignatz, covered in bee stings, leaps out of the costume and runs off while Krazy and Pupp watch. /end] Krazy: Bless my soul, if it wasn't "Ignatz," making a flower of hisself. L'il rosebud. Pupp: Hmm. Bill: Anything that gets me stinging mad is to be fooled by an "artificial flower."
[ID: Pupp stifles laughter as Krazy watches Bum Bill Bee walk down the road. /end] Pupp: He he he he. Krazy: And Mr. "Bum Bill Bee" should be ashamed of hisself to spoil it all like that.
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clonazepamkisses · 2 years
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Here you go anon My whole skin care routine products 😂😭
Everyday is just like 4-5 steps,
then I have my weekly routines.
The far right tho I didn’t mention! Is the buff Ryder I use to exfoliate (it’s great but tree hut works great too and is cheaper) and then under it is the Butta drop whipped body oil (that’s more for body not face but I don’t use it all over just where I have the worst dry skin like my back and elbows etc)
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THESE ARE WHAT IVE GOT SO FAR
Vines ✨
- “You can’t sit here, Meghan” “actually I can’t sit anywhere, I have ✨hemroids✨”
- “WHAT THE FUCK IS UP KYLE? NO WHAT DID YOU SAY? WHAT THE FUCK DUDE? STEP THE FUCK UP KYLE”
- “i’m a lesbian.” “i thought you were american???”
- “WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO KNOW WEATHER BOY”
- "2 shots of vodka"
- "no i found a shot gun, and i want the front seat"
- “ROAD WORK AHEAD? UH YEAH I SURE HOPE IT DOES”
- “HI WELCOME TO CHILLI'S”
- “All these ghosts, all these ghosts, and I still can’t find a boo”
- "stahp i coulda dropped my croissant"
- "chris is that a weed? im calling the police!"
- "two bros chilling in a hot tub five feet apart cause theyre not gay"
- "i think i know more about american girl dolls than you do genius"
- "hurricane katrina? more like hurricane tortilla"
- "i spilled lipstick in your valentino white bag.” “LIPSTICK IN MY VALENTINO WHITE BAG??"
- "its wednesday my dudes!"
- "so im sitting here, barbeque sauce on my titties"
- "that was legitness"
- *lemons pour out of a bowl* "...WhEn lIFe gIVeS yOu lEmOnS" *que music*
- "Don't tell your mother, kiss one another, DIE FOR EACH OTHER"
- "Welcome to Bible study, we're all children of jesus"
- "Fre sha va cado... hey anyone wanna get a fRe sHa vA Ka Do?"
- "it's the butta dawg, the dawg with the butta on him, butta dawg”
- “Kevin. Kevin watch the light” *pause* *Kevin smashes light*
- "you're all going to hell, goodbye!"
- "there's only one race, the human race-" "WHAT ABOUT NASCAR"
- "this bitch empty, YEET"
- "they were roommates-" "oh my god they were roommates"
- “Back at it again at Krispy Kreme”
- "if there's too much drama at school, all you have to do is walk awayayayayayay"
- "mother trucker dude, that hurt like a buttcheek on a stick"
- “i wanna be a cowboy babey”
- i look like a burnt chicken nugget”
- “i have the power of god and anime on my side”
- “im in my mums car vroom vroom” “get out of my car”
- "he has no seats and a knife"
- “SO I HAVE QUESTION. THIS ONE IS KANSAS. BUT THIS ONE IS NOT ARKANSAS. AMERICA EXPLAIN. EXPLAIN-“
- "see that's interesting. but what is- but what is also interesting is that i don't give a shit"
- "church girl go to church.. AnD rEaD yOuR bIbLe”
- "you may be verified on twitter, but are you verified.. in the eyes of god?"
- *snorting coke* “Kumbayaaaaaa”
- “Country boy I love yoouuuuaaahhl”
- “hey thanks for checking in i'm ✨ still a piece of garbage✨”
- “toss me my keys!” *printer smashes* “i said my keys.” “sorry i thought you said printer!” “why the fuck would i say printer”
- “I dedicate my entire life to our lord and savior jesus christ and this is the thanks I get??”
- “what up I'm Jared I'm 19 and I never fucking learned how to read”
- “i am the sand guardian, guardian of the sand” “posiedan quivers before him” “FUCK OFF!”
- “what do you have?” “a knife!” “no!” “oh my god why does he have a knife”
- “stop waving your bananna in my face i don’t even want it— WOOP JUST KIDDING lwjeflkajwelfkajwlekfjawlkej”
- “there's only one thing worst than a r*pist” *rips off paper covering CHILD above R*PIST* “BOOM!” “a CHILD” “NO!”
- "fuck this shit i'm out"
- "if there are any spirits here, tell me.... does this sound like shakira?"
- "hi my name is alcoholic and i'm havin-""sonny?" "dad?" "have you been drinking beer?" "nah dad, i'm smoking it, dude-"
- "my favorite color is blood"
- "you messing with my truck?"
- "heard that you've been talking shit and didn't think that i would hear it"
- "you're not coming to my tea party? BETHANY, I MADE BISCUTS"
- "i won't hesitate, bitch"
- "rain is like communism, it sounds great, but when you get out in it.... IT'S EVEN BETTER"
- "hhhRRGGLgh LAUREN!!!"
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aryakumari · 3 months
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The best personal care and beauty products of 2024
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In 2023, body beautification products will continue to transform the world of self-care and skincare. If you want to buy personal care and beauty products, Tradebrio provides a list of the best beauty products companies in Delhi. The following quality products are setting the standard for beauty and luxury this year.
Deodorant: Dove 0% Aluminum Refillable Deodorant - With a stainless steel body and eco-friendly design, this deodorant helps you stay fresh while reducing your carbon footprint.
Antiperspirant: Secret Derma+ Fragrance Free Antiperspirant - Its clear gel formula, which comes in a handy squeezable tube, keeps skin moisturized for up to 48 hours, allowing you to face the day with confidence.
Body Wash: Dove Care & Protect Antibacterial Body Wash - This revolutionary product kills 99 percent of bacteria while combating dryness. It envelops you in a protective bubble that cleans and refreshes you.
Body Bar (Every Day): Type:A Moisturizing Bar Soap in The Darling - Its opulent lather pampers even the most sensitive skin, transforming your daily cleansing routine into a luxurious experience.
Body Bar (Exfoliating): Glossier Exfoliating Body Bar - It contains bamboo powder and sunflower seed oil, both of which aid in the removal of dullness. This exfoliating bar moisturizes and revitalizes your skin.
Body Scrub: True Botanicals Pure Radiance Sugar Scrub - An invigorating orange scent stimulates circulation while organic sugar, sandalwood powder, and kaolin clay work together to polish rough patches and cleanse pores.
Body Lotion (Light): Summer Fridays Summer Skin Nourishing Body Lotion - It quickly absorbs into the skin, leaving a powdery finish that feels as liberating as a weekend away.
Body Lotion (Rich): Fenty Skin Butta Drop Whipped Oil Body Cream - Despite its decadence, it has a light finish that deeply moisturizes your skin.
Body Lotion (Exfoliating): Cetaphil Daily Smoothing Moisturizer Rough & Bumpy Skin - Urea, the main ingredient, dissolves dry patches without irritating sensitive skin.
Body Oil: Keys Soulcare Sacred Body Oil - This delicate elixir is rich in sage and fatty acids and soothes not only your skin but also your senses, giving you an outer glow that matches your inner beauty.
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These body beautification products will redefine self-care in 2023 by providing both effective skincare and cosmetic benefits, as well as an elevated sensory experience. Accept these advancements and expand your beauty routine.
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allari-ammayi · 6 months
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Butta Bomma
A. Bahubali x Reader x B. Deva
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#6
The Snarky Prince
Synopsis: An esteemed and grand Pooja is held in Mahismati which only the highest and greatest of the kingdom can attend. Y/n is invited to this grand event, and being oblivious to the mannerisms and traditions, struggles to navigate through the Pooja's rituals, earning her endless teasing and snarky remarks from the elder prince, much to her displeasure. Following the Pooja, Y/n reencounters a face from her time, a separate mystery of a Prince's soft spot opens up and some bad news is broken to Y/n.
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The chapter opens during a private Pooja held by the royal family, attended only by very high-ranking individuals and royal council members. 
Y/N, now more accustomed to the palace's daily routines, was invited to this exclusive event, marking her gradual integration into the kingdom's inner circles. 
As Y/N entered the grand chamber where the Pooja was taking place, led by servants, she was immediately struck by its opulence and the air of reverence that surrounded the ceremony. 
The room was adorned with intricate decorations, and the fragrance of incense filled the air. She took a moment to observe the guests, many of whom were adorned in richly embroidered attire, and she realised the importance of adhering to the kingdom's customs and traditions.
The Pooja began, and Y/N found herself seated in close proximity to the princes. As she was led to her designated spot, she momentarily hesitated, not quite sure whether to sit on the floor or in one of the grand chairs alongside Bhallaladeva and Bahubali. Her uncertainty did not go unnoticed by the palace attendees, who exchanged knowing glances.
Bhallaladeva, ever the observer, couldn't resist seizing the opportunity for a snarky comment. With a smirk, he leaned towards Y/N and whispered, 
"You know, in Mahishmati, we usually sit on chairs like civilized people, not on the floor like monkeys." He emphasized his playful nickname for her, 'monkey,' which had been coined during her fruit-gathering escapade.
Y/N, refusing to let Bhalla's teasing go unanswered, sent him a sidelong glance and retorted just as quietly, 
"Well, Your Highness, it's not every day I get to feel like a monkey in a palace. But I suppose I can give the chair a try." With that, she smoothly settled into the grand chair, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes.
Bhallaladeva chuckled softly, clearly enjoying their banter. 
"Ah, I see you're willing to adapt, even if it means leaving behind your primitive ways." Y/N couldn't resist a playful smile. 
"Well, I'm nothing if not adaptable, Your Highness. I've even learned to tolerate the company of royal brats." Bhallaladeva rolled his eyes at her response. 
“Watch your tongue, Monkey.” He warned, but Y/n took no word.
"Well, I must admit, the palace furniture does tend to be more comfortable than tree branches.” Y/N leaned back in the chair, smirking. "You should try it sometime, Your Highness. It's good for building character." It took Bhallaladeva a few seconds of thought about Y/n’s words before he gasped, his eyes wide as he gaped at her smirking face.
“Monkey.” He bitterly said, rolling his eyes.
The Pooja continued, and as the rituals unfolded, Bhallaladeva couldn't resist another opportunity. 
"You know, Monkey, you might learn a thing or two about our customs if you paid more attention and less attention to me." Y/N glared at him and his audacity. 
"Oh, I've been paying attention, Your Royal Snarkiness. Besides, at least I’m not the one picking a fight every time I see you. Anyway, I've learned that you enjoy making snide remarks almost as much as I do." Bhallaladeva raised an eyebrow. 
"Is that so? Perhaps we have more in common than I thought."
“Maybe that, but not holding such grand ceremonies, we don’t.” Y/n motioned around the large event with her eyes.
“You don’t hold grand Poojas where you come from?” Bhallaladeva poked at Y/n with his suggestive words.
"You know, back in my kingdom, we didn't have grand ceremonies to worship deities- well, sometimes, but not as often as Mahismati. We just used smartphones and emojis." Bhallaladeva raised an eyebrow, clearly perplexed. 
"Smart... what?" Y/N leaned closer, her tone conspiratorial. 
"Oh, it's a magical device that lets you talk to people across the world without leaving your throne. You'd probably love it, except there's no room for grand chairs on Twitter." 
Y/n was internally cackling at herself for her superior humour but grimaced at how Bhallaladeva wouldn’t understand her joke. But oh well, she enjoyed it enough for the both of them.
The prince let out a low, amused chuckle. 
"I doubt I'd find such a 'device' of any use, but it seems to have made you quite the expert in... what did you call it? Emojis?"
Y/N grinned mischievously. 
"Yes, indeed. I can say more with a single emoji than you can with a royal decree." Bhallaladeva's lips twitched with amusement. 
"Is that so? Well then, show me." With a sly wink, Y/N mimicked an exaggerated emoji face, complete with wide eyes and a cheeky grin. 
"There you go, Your Highness. That's the 'I'm thoroughly entertained by your snark' emoji. In a sarcastic way, of course."
Bhallaladeva couldn't help but laugh outright, earning a few disapproving glances from the other attendees. 
"You certainly are a unique guest, Monkey."
As the Pooja continued, their banter intensified, each comment designed to one-up the other's wit.
Bhallaladeva, with a smirk, leaned in and whispered, 
"You know, you're quite audacious for an outsider and a Monkey, sitting in my presence." Y/N shot back with a sly grin, 
"Audacious? Well, you should be flattered, Your Highness. Not everyone gets to enjoy the company of someone as charmingly audacious as me." Bhallaladeva raised an eyebrow. 
"Charming, you say? I thought I was dealing with a wild monkey." Y/N laughed hollowly. 
"Wild monkeys can be charming too, especially when they outsmart the royals."
Their whispered exchange didn't go unnoticed by some of the other attendees, who were trying their best to stifle their laughter. Y/N and Bhallaladeva's verbal sparring had become something of a spectacle at the palace gatherings, and the onlookers eagerly awaited each new exchange.
As the Pooja continued, their banter grew more spirited, each comment a subtle challenge to the other's wit. Despite the insults and snark, there was an undeniable chemistry between them, a connection that seemed to deepen with each exchange.
The exchange elicited stifled chuckles from those nearby, who were undoubtedly entertained by the banter between the foreign newcomer and the prince. It was a lighthearted moment that hinted at a budding camaraderie, albeit one characterized by playful teasing and snarky comebacks.
During the Pooja, Y/N couldn't help but notice that the priest conducting the ceremony had an unusually high-pitched voice that, on that particular day, seemed almost comically exaggerated. It was as if his voice belonged in a cartoon rather than a royal ceremony.
As the priest continued with his high-pitched chants, a sudden bout of laughter threatened to escape Y/N. She struggled to stifle it, biting her lip to hold back the mirth that bubbled within her. But her valiant efforts were in vain, and a snort of suppressed laughter emerged, much to her chagrin.
Bhallaladeva, ever the vigilant observer, caught wind of her snort, as did the others gathered for the Pooja. A knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips, though he kept his amusement well hidden, choosing instead to glance away with a subtle shake of his head.
The palace staff, having witnessed this incident, shared a knowing look. It was becoming increasingly evident to Bhallaladeva that Y/N needed guidance in navigating the nuances of royal decorum and etiquette to better assimilate into Mahishmati's high society.
As Y/N was summoned by the priest to approach the sacred fire pit for a ritual, the atmosphere grew tense with anticipation. Her steps, however, were far from the graceful, deliberate movements expected in such a solemn ceremony. Instead, she sauntered casually, her sari's end swaying as she strolled, completely unaware of the formality required.
“Hey, how’s it going?” Y/n asked, taking a seat next to the fire.
Seated by the sacred fire pit, Y/N greeted the royal priest in an unintentionally informal manner, failing to use the specific, customary formal greeting meant for such occasions. Her actions prompted a variety of reactions from the onlookers.
Amarendra Bahubali, who had observed Y/N's unconventional behaviour throughout the ceremony, couldn't help but stifle a silent chuckle, his eyes twinkling with amusement. In contrast, Bhallaladeva's hand met his face with an audible face-palm, a gesture of exasperation and disbelief.
Y/N, sensing the weight of the room's expectations and her own blunder, glanced awkwardly at the royal brothers. She summoned a hesitant and awkward smile and shrugged, her uncertainty palpable. Her initial attempts at courtly behaviour were fraught with awkwardness and a glaring unfamiliarity with the essential protocols. The palace staff exchanged knowing glances with Bhallaladeva, realizing that Y/N's journey to adapt to Mahishmati's royal customs was going to be quite the adventure.
“Oh, I mean... um, Priest-sir... or Your greatness?” Y/N stammered, growing increasingly flustered. Bhallaladeva couldn't resist a snarky remark, leaning closer to Y/N and whispering, 
“Oh, it's just the guardian of the eternal flame and the messenger of the gods, no need to be formal.” Y/N shot back with a sarcastic smile, 
“Right, just a guardian of the eternal flame and the messenger of the gods. No biggie, Your Highness.” 
Bahubali, who had been watching the exchange with a mixture of amusement and protectiveness, chimed in, 
“Y/N, it's 'Your Holiness.' And don't worry, you'll get the hang of it.” Y/N sighed in relief at Bahubali's reassuring words, grateful for his kindness amid the awkward situation. But she couldn't resist one more dig at Bhallaladeva, who was clearly growing more annoyed.
“See, Your Snarkiness, even the guardian of the eternal flame and the messenger of the gods is forgiving. Maybe you should take a lesson or two from him.”
Bhallaladeva huffed in response, clearly not amused. “I have no desire to become a guardian or messenger of anything, let alone flames.”
The priest, though taken aback by Y/N's informality, decided to play along, recognizing the uniqueness of the situation. Y/N, sensing the tension, tried to correct herself, but it only added to the awkwardness. He chuckled softly and replied, 
"Ah, it seems we have a free spirit among us today." Bhallaladeva couldn't contain his frustration any longer and muttered under his breath, 
"Free spirit? More like a loose cannon." Y/N overheard him and couldn't resist the opportunity to come back.
"Well, Your Snarkiness, a loose cannon can make things interesting, can't it?"
Bhallaladeva shot her a withering look. "Interesting is an understatement."
Bahubali, ever the peacemaker, tried to intervene with a smile. "Let's not dwell on formalities for now. Y/N is still learning our ways, and we should be patient."
Y/N turned to Bahubali with a grateful expression. "Thank you, Your Highness. Your brother here isn't making it any easier for me."
Bhallaladeva scoffed. "I'm not here to make things easy for you, Monkey."
Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes again. "Your Snarkiness, you're starting to sound like a broken record. Cut me some slack, will you?"
Bahubali chuckled and placed a reassuring hand on Y/N's shoulder. "Y/N, these customs may seem daunting, but I promise you'll get the hang of them with time."
Y/N turned to Bahubali with a grateful smile, her eyes reflecting her appreciation for his understanding. "Thank you, Your Highness. At least someone here is on my side."
Bhallaladeva couldn't resist a snarky comment. "Yes, it seems our noble prince is quite smitten with our guest from the land of ‘Mexico’."
Y/N laughed heartily at the playful tease, while Bahubali blushed slightly. "It's not about that, Bhalla. It's about showing kindness and patience to our guests."
Y/N chuckled sarcastically. "Why, Your Snarkiness, are you jealous that you're not the centre of attention for once?"
Bhallaladeva's retort was swift. "Hardly, Monkey. I have more important matters to attend to than vying for attention."
“You certainly have a way of keeping things interesting, don't you?” Whispered Bahubali to Y/n. 
“I'm trying my best here, but these formalities are like a maze,” Y/n complained with a roll of her eyes. She turned to the priest and gave a bright smile. “Now, your holiness, d’you have me sitting here for any reason?” 
Bhalla let out a deep sigh, face-palmed and shook her head slightly, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
“She's going to give me more grey hair than I can handle.” He muttered to himself.
Y/N, overhearing his comment, felt a spark of annoyance and turned her gaze squarely on the prince. “Oh, Your Snarkiness, are you worried about your looks? I wouldn't want to be responsible for that.”
Bhallaladeva shot her a withering look. “It's not about my looks. It's about upholding the dignity of this ceremony.”
"But grey hair? Really, Your Highness? I didn't realize my presence was that taxing on your youthful appearance."
Bhallaladeva met her gaze with an arched eyebrow. "Your presence is taxing in more ways than one, I assure you, Monkey."
Y/N smirked, not one to back down from a challenge. "Ah, Your Snarkiness, always the charmer. How do you manage to be so endearing?"
Bahubali, who had been observing the exchange with a protective glint in his eye, couldn't resist intervening. "Enough, you two. This is an important ceremony, and we should show respect to one another."
Y/N turned to Bahubali with a warm smile. "You're right, Your Highness. I apologize if I've caused any disruptions." Bahubali smiled back, just as warmly.
Bhallaladeva, ever the instigator, chimed in. "Apologies won't change the fact that you've disrupted the entire ceremony, Monkey." Y/n narrowed her eyes at Bhallaladeva.
"Don’t say that, Bhalla. We know she didn’t mean to do this, and we don’t blame you, Y/n, or at least I don’t. I know it can be overwhelming, but we'll help you navigate. Besides, it isn’t a big issue." Bahubali, with a kind and protective tone, addressed Y/n, “I don’t know why Bhalla making such a big deal of it,” He added, with a whisper.
Bhallaladeva, noticing Bahubali's protectiveness, couldn't help but roll his eyes slightly. "Always the gallant protector, aren't you, Bahubali?"
"Well, Your Snarkiness, it's nice to have someone who appreciates my company," Y/n said. Bhallaladeva couldn't help but respond with a touch of annoyance, his voice tinged with subtle jealousy. He muttered, 
"Appreciates your company a bit too much, if you ask me."
“Let's not argue during the Pooja, shall we? We're here to celebrate and seek blessings, not engage in squabbles.”
Y/N nodded in agreement, but couldn't help but sneak an annoyed glance at Bhallaladeva, adding, “Yes, Your Royal Snarkiness, save your lectures for later. We'll have plenty of time for those.”
Bhallaladeva scoffed and turned his attention back to the ceremony, while Bahubali shot Y/N a warm and reassuring smile, silently promising to guide her through the complexities of Mahishmati's customs. Amid the snark and playful exchanges, it was clear that Y/N had found not just a protector in Bahubali but also a friend who was willing to embrace her and help her adapt to her new world.
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As Y/N stood before the mirror, carefully brushing her hair in the quiet of her room, the rhythmic strokes of the brush being the only sound, she was momentarily lost in her own thoughts. The private Pooja had been an eye-opener for her, highlighting the stark differences between her world and the opulent, intricate customs of Mahishmati.
A sudden knock at the door broke her reverie, and she called for the visitor to enter. When the door swung open, revealing the servant who stood before her, Y/N was stunned, nearly choking on her own surprise.
"Can it really be you, Gowri?" Y/N exclaimed, her voice a mix of joy and disbelief.
Gowri, however, introduced herself formally to Y/N, her tone and demeanour lacking the warmth of their previous friendship. 
Gowri bowed to Y/n, as a servant would to a master.
“Yes, my name is Gowri, my lady.”
“Gowri…” Y/n breathed out, her eyebrows scrunching in confusion and the tiniest tears welling in her eyes from the joy.
“Yes.” Gowri remained formal, finally standing straight but keeping her head bowed, “I have been sent by the prince to serve you as your new personal servant.” Y/n arched a brow, several things not mixing well in her head.
Why was Gowri acting so weird, which of the princes sent her, did she know about the whole red amulet thing, and why was she being so formal?
“What- Gowri, what’re you saying?” Y/n formed a cracked and confused smile.
“Oh, I have been sent by His Royal Highness to serve as My Lady’s personal maid-servant for the rest of My Lady’s stay at Mahismati.”
“No- That’s not what I meant.” Y/n gulped and stepped towards Gowri, her nose starting to sting with the creeping realisation of something Y/n didn’t want to believe. But Y/n clung to the one bit of hope and put her hands on Gowri’s shoulders. “Do you not remember me, Gowri?” 
Y/n stared into Gowri’s eyes, her pooled tears evident and her voice broken.
“No, My lady. I’m afraid we haven’t met before.” Gowri answered, after a second of thought.
She explained that she had been assigned as Y/N's main personal servant, a revelation that saddened Y/N, realizing that this wasn't the same Gowri she had known and cherished.
Y/N, her eyes tinged with disappointment, sighed and said, 
"I can't believe they've changed you so much.” Y/n then something to Gowri that nearly made her lose her composure. “Treat me like a friend, please, not like a master. Which means calling me my anime and treating me like an equal." Y/n said as she strolled back to her dressed table.
“What, no I possibly cannot, my Lady. That would mean I’d be showing such disrespect to you, I cannot-” Y/n looked at the stressed Gowri with wide, sad, and teary eyes. Gowri gulped at the look on Y/n face that shattered her heart into several pieces. 
“Please…” Y/n begged.
Gowri hesitated for a moment, then her lips curved into a faint smile as she replied, "Of course, Y/n."
Attempting to bridge the gap and bring back the camaraderie they once shared, Y/N requested Gowri to treat her not as a master but as a friend. Gradually, the formality began to melt away, and their bond started to rekindle. Y/N appreciated the effort Gowri was making to adapt to her wishes.
“Oh, by the way, Gowri,” Y/n asked the two chatted away in front of a plate of cut fruits, “which of the princes sent you to me?” Gowri’s eyes went wide and she realised her blunder.
“Oh- That was a mistake of mine lady, the prince wished to remain anonymous, and yet I accidentally revealed his ranking.” 
“Anonymous?” Y/n ached a brow.
“Yes. The prince requested that a high maid-servant be sent to My Lady to serve her as a personal maid-servant.” Y/n gasped and jumped slightly.
"Oh, Gowri, please tell me!" Y/n pleaded, desperation seeping into her voice. She clasped her hands together, her demeanour almost theatrical. "Please! I promise I won't tell them you told me!"
Gowri, on the other hand, appeared distressed by the predicament she found herself in. Her nervousness was palpable, and she nibbled on her nails in a futile attempt to calm her frayed nerves.
"I really mustn't- He'd- He'd- Oh, My Lady-” Gowri's voice quivered with uncertainty as she implored Y/n not to push further.
But Y/n was not one to give up easily, especially when faced with a tantalizing mystery.
"Come on, just a tiny hint, pretty please? You know how much I love a good mystery." She leaned in closer to Gowri, her eyes sparkling with playful anticipation.
Gowri squirmed in her seat, clearly torn between her loyalty to her lady and the weight of her secret.
“Well, I suppose I could say that... one of them seems to have a particular soft spot for your fiery spirit."
Y/n's interest was piqued, and she couldn't help but smile at the vague hint.
“A soft spot, you say? Now, that's a clue worth pondering over, isn't it?"
Gowri nodded timidly, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and anxiety.
"But My Lady, please, you mustn't tell anyone I said anything."
"Cross my heart, Gowri, not a word to anyone." Y/n made a solemn promise, sealing their secret with a conspiratorial wink. "Now, let's get back to this delicious fruit."
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Amidst their conversation, Gowri conveyed a message from Prince Bhallaladeva, which caught Y/N off guard. Bhalla had arranged for her to have etiquette lessons. Annoyance flickered in Y/N's eyes at the thought of Bhalla's involvement, but she reluctantly agreed, realizing that it was necessary for her to navigate the complexities of her new life in Mahishmati.
"Etiquette lessons, Gowri? Are you serious?" Y/N groaned, rolling her eyes. "What did I do to deserve this?"
Gowri chuckled softly, saying, "It seems the prince believes it's important for you to fit in here. Besides, it might not be as bad as you think."
Y/N sighed in resignation. "Well, let's hope they don't turn me into a completely different person. Imagine how it would be if they sucked the life out of me and turned me into a ‘His Royal Snarkiness’ clone.” Gowri stifled a chuckle.
“You know, I think the prince had pure intentions. He saw how you struggled during the pooja, and despite how much you two bicker, he seems to genuinely want to help.”
“Don’t be silly, Gowri,” Y/n said, with a roll of her eyes.
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The day following the Pooja, Y/N embarked on her etiquette lessons. The instructor chosen by the palace was a woman of unyielding traditionalism. With an air of stern authority, she left no room for error and demanded nothing short of perfection.
The instructor began with the basics, emphasizing the significance of poise and decorum within the courtly circles of Mahishmati. Y/N listened attentively, eager to absorb the knowledge that would help her navigate the intricacies of her new life.
However, her first lesson ended on a rather tragic note. As Y/N attempted to replicate the graceful gestures and postures the instructor demonstrated, her movements were far from flawless. The instructor's severe gaze never wavered, and soon enough, she couldn't contain her displeasure any longer.
With a sharp tone, the instructor scolded Y/N, making her aware of every misstep and misinterpretation of courtly conduct. Y/N's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as her inadequacies were laid bare for all to see. It was a humbling experience, one that left her feeling as though she was a long way from mastering the art of Mahishmati's courtly manners.
But Y/n knew one thing for sure: The next she would see Bhallaladeva, she would surely need to hold herself back from pouncing on him, pulling his hair and hacking the man into several pieces from the rage and frustration.
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HOW DID THE UNIVERSE BEGIN?
CMAA has no issue with people creating theories. The issue this work addresses is the Big Bang theory is taught as scientific truth given the numerous unverifiable assumptions that naturalist scientists need to exist in order for their theory to be true.
By Joe Butta Christian Messianic Analysis and Apologetics The “Big Bang” is based on unobservable assumptions. Genesis 1:1 In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. 2 The earth was without form and void, and darkness was over the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God was hovering over the face of the waters. So Moses, who claimed to be speaking with God between 1446-1406…
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Final Project Pan Monthly Update for 2023
I've decided that I'll be refreshing my Project 10 Pan for 2024! A post with the updated products is coming in the new year, so below is my final update for all the products in my 2023 project, including which ones will be carried over and the ones I finished this month!
Product 1 - Ultra Violette Daydream Screen Tinted Veil in V1
Leaving the Project
Uses this month - 18
I think I'll be decluttering this once I've finished my Iconic London skin tint that I pair it with. It's definitely oxidizing quite a bit so I had a look at the bottle and turns out it expires 12 months after opening - mine has definitely been open longer than that! I'm not sure I'd repurchase even though I do like it, it's just expensive for what it is.
Product 2 - Charlotte Tilbury Magic Vanish in shade 1 - Fair
Remaining in the Project
Uses this month - 19
I only swapped this in last month so I'll be carrying it over to the 2024 project. So far I'm really enjoying it! Really natural looking and I'm obsessed with how well it works on my eyelids.
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Product 3 - Fenty Beauty Freestyle Bronzing Cream in Butta Biscuit
Remaining in the Project
Uses this month - 19
I'm determined to finish this bronzer this year! The pan has definitely grown so I'm hoping it'll be all gone in a few months time!
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Product 4 - Nars Mini The Multiple Blush Stick in Orgasm
Finished!
Uses this month - 14
I was so pleased to finally see the end of this product in December, although I was actually a little sad too! I don't think I'd repurchase this as I did find it could be a bit chunky and not very smooth, but I'm so happy to have panned my first ever highlighter!
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Product 5 - Nars Mini Powder Blush in Orgasm
Remaining in the Project
Uses this month - 16
This blush just will not end, but I am determined to finish it this year so it's remaining in my Project, even if I am a bit bored of it! I think another 6 months and it'll be finished.
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Product 6 - Too Faced Moon Crush Highlighter in Shooting Star
Remaining in the Project
Uses this month - 13
Another item that was only added last month so I'll be carrying it over to the 2024 project. However my aim will be to hit pan, rather than finish completely, because I don't want another Nars Blush situation!
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Product 7 - Charlotte Tilbury Airbrush Flawless Finish Complexion Perfecting Micro Powder in Fair
Remaining in the Project
Uses this month - 19
This powder is not going down as quickly as I thought, but I'd love to finish it over the coming months!
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Product 8 - Glossier Cloud Paint in Puff
Finished!
Uses this month - 12
Another one bites the dust! I probably could have got a couple more uses out of it by cutting the tube but that would make such a mess I decided it wasn't worth it. The first blush I've ever fully finished! Very excited to move on to another one now though.
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Product 9 - Iconic London Super Smoother Blurring Skin Tint in Neutral Fair
Remaining in the Project
Uses this month - 18
I think this will be all gone by the end of January, so I'll be carrying it over to finish it once and for all! I do really love this skin tint though, such a good colour for me and quite natural too.
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Product 10 - Charlotte Tilbury Lip Cheat (Mini) in Pillow Talk
Remaining in the Project
Uses this month - 16
Finishing this is not a want, it's a need! I was thinking about swapping it out but I'm so close to finishing it I decided to keep it in the project for a while longer
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