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Aurelia the Autumn WitchThis is part 4 of my seasonal witch series.Aurelia the Autumn Witch by manymasksmanyfaces
Aurelia Forester stood in front of her last class that day in Autumn Hills High school. The leaves started to change marking the transformations of the first weeks of Fall. The teacher dressed impeccably like Maleficent. However, unlike what they put on Angelina Jolie, she did not use leather-like materials. She wore comfortable, and more importantly flexible, cotton fabrics. It took her some time to get all of her blonde hair into the horns, but she did as well as fit herself into the body-hugging outfit although stretched more than she’d like. Sadly, the outfit did not impress the last group as much as the first. Accused gossip!
Aurie then asked them to turn in the essay assigned two weeks ago. She had fun staring down the students as they turned in their essays. It reminded her when she dressed as Professor McGonagall and remained in character. She tried not to be an overbearing teacher but her mock icy stare could send a chill
Julia, the Summer Witch (Reuploaded)Julia, the Summer Witch (Reuploaded) by manymasksmanyfaces
Sequel to Winter Witch http://manymasksmanyfaces.deviantart.com/art/Harmony-s-Christmas-422065537?q=gallery%3Amanymasksmanyfaces%2F48044972&qo=1
and Spring Witch http://manymasksmanyfaces.deviantart.com/art/Newlyn-the-Spring-witch-441546872?q=gallery%3Amanymasksmanyfaces%2F48044972&qo=0
The sun situated comfortably over a cove with a white sandy beach and tropical trees around the brim. The water in the bay was tranquil, and all but one of the seasonal witches gathered to enjoy the sea breeze of the domain of summer. The three: winter, spring, and summer all had their familiars and those that tagged along.
Harmony had an extra large umbrella covering her as she sat in her beach chair. A cooler sat beside her with sodas and glasses of milk (and bags of cookies) but no ice. She took out a soda and one could see the condensation of the drink turning to frost from her touch. She had a white one piece swimsuit that had an impression of mistletoe on her left side. Additionally, comically
The Story of Sam Part 2 (Commission tg)“This is not helping!” Sam shouted as they took off her blindfold to reveal she was in a red, frilly dress like a Renaissance fair lady complete with bridal gloves. She groaned and stomped the floor spinning around to face the giggling Misty and Liz, “If I still had manhood it’d shrivel up right now. Why do you even have this here?”The Story of Sam Part 2 (Commission tg) by manymasksmanyfaces
Misty was a lanky girl with messy brown hair. She had a great build for cosplay so she frequently did it with her own costumes. A huge Nintendo fan, she frequently constructed outfits either from official art or of her own design that would always draw attention at cons. She was back on a Zelda inspiration kick. She had an outfit designed after the villainous Veran she jokingly wanted Sam to try on once as well as an obligatory Link and Zelda which they did go with at the nearest con last year.
Now the art major sought more exotic costume designs. For instance, she was working on a Keaton costume with the three plu
Duels of Matrimony Mages: Aronthal vs AvaAronhal was enjoying a pristine day in the gardens as he read new books and even a few old scrolls of mermaid research from long past. While many humanoids preferred to sit on the stone benches, the satyr felt comfortable perched on them like a goat on a rock. His red coat and beard made many young children think that he was some sort of holiday spirit in disguise, but he was as serious magical researcher as they come despite his jolly disposition.Duels of Matrimony Mages: Aronthal vs Ava by manymasksmanyfaces
He put the mermaid books and scrolls into his sack then pulled out his notes on potion equations. He and his friend Darren, a potion specialist, felt that they were getting close to a breakthrough. He mapped out a number of potions’ effects and felt pretty good about the possibilities until something hit the back of his head.
The Saytr turned around to see a ball bounce away from him. It bounced towards three woman who were fans of that Goth niche that had permeated the school. The only thing they liked more than black was covering the