Mlp Blush Novels & Stories

Face flushing at the very thought, she set down her tea. “You know,” Blue slouched in her chair as the man leaned forwards. Elbows bracing the sides of his plate and suit so close to falling in his soup dinner, the girl found her upper lip curling in every discouragement she could manage. Yet smiled sweetly. “If you want me to put a good word in for you over at Harvard, I’m more than happy to,”

She said shaking my shoulders. The face staring back at me in mirror looked like it could be on a magazine cover. My precurled copper blonde hair fell in a soft frame around my face, my brows had been brushed out and laid obediently, a brown mascara made my lashes fuller and longer. My eyelids were painted a shimmery bronze, a matte plum around the corners, with a highlight of soft gold on the inner corners, they accentuated my amber eyes beautifully . A metallic bronze liner added some sparkle and warmth to it. A peachy coral blush ran from the apple of my cheeks blending all the way to my temples. My lips were lined a light brown and blended with soft cinnamon brown lipstick. I looked lika

She smiled awkwardly as she caught a glimpse of her mirror, not knowing if Sebastian would notice the change in demeanor. She decided to add a trace of makeup to complement her natural features. Her cheeks were touched with soft rosy blush, and her lips were ornamented with a delicate shade of light blue that matched the color of her gown. Her eyes were made to glow like stars in the night sky with a touch of shimmering makeup. With just a slight touch, Rose was looking as beautiful as ever.

I murmured, tilting my head again. My makeup was understated, but I’d been careful with every stroke. A soft blush warmed my cheeks, a touch of eyeliner made my eyes pop, and the nude lipstick tied it all together. It was the kind of look that said, I’m trying, but not too hard. It wasn’t about impressing anyone—it was about feeling good in my own skin.

She also made curls that were allowed to fall loosely at the sides of her head. “What do you think? Perfect?!” Megan asked, and Belinda nodded. “You’ve turned me into a goddess.” Belinda uttered, and Megan chuckled. “You are a goddess. Now let’s touch your face a little. You have a beautiful natural look, but you can never go wrong with a blush and tinted lips.” Megan reached for her bag again and touched Belinda’s face a little. When she was done, she stood akimbo behind Belinda and stared at her face through the mirror.

I felt a flutter of excitement and nervousness in my chest. Was this too much? I leaned in closer to the mirror to inspect my makeup—soft, light pink blush on my cheeks, giving me a natural glow, and a darker shade on my lips that made them look full and inviting. My eyes were lined just enough to draw attention without being overdone, and my lashes were long and fluttery, adding a hint of mystery. My hair, styled in loose, glossy waves, cascaded down my back, catching the light as I tilted my head.

*** Light grey eyes stare back at me through the mirror, that’s if you can even call them grey. I add another coat of mascara and then return the wand to its tube, I pinch my cheeks a few times, hoping to give some spark of life into my appearance, I’ve always been pale, and no, not just my skin, I mean all of me, my hair is white, not platinum blond or grey, I mean snow white, on sunny days you can see some highlights of blue and hints of silver in it. My eyes are a very light grey on a good day, when I'm feeling emotional you can see flecks of silver like someone sprinkled broken chips of the full moon on my pupils. The freakiest thing I tell you. At least the hair on my eyebrows is a few

It left me speechless. Sarah, Betina, and the other girls are smiling at me. My skin looks like porcelain but has this beautiful glow in it. And my cheekbones have a touch of a light rosy tint blush swept across them. A light silver is swept across my eyelids accompanied by a gray to give me a light smokey eye. My lashes are thick and dark and my eyeliner is very minimal as well. The final touch is the marsala lipstick on my lips. "You are smiling all the way to your eyes," Betina says, holding a mischievous smile on her face.

Even if my eyes were open, I could still see her vividly. I arranged my pallet until everything was set, the only thing left to do is to get the brush and strike it in different ways to present her perfectly. White, Yellow Ochre, and Cadmium Red were inviting me, just by looking at them I knew I'd get her complexion seamlessly. Her skin is fair and glossy, like white sand radiating under the heat of the afternoon sun, or almonds blanched and then peeled. I'll add Cerulean for her blush.

Holy fuck is that me! I was stunned, my eyes were a smokey sultry grey with a black wing liner and loads of lashes which made the blue colour pop. My skin glowed like the rest of my body, my cheek bones defined and a soft pink blush colour dusted my cheeks. She had overlined my lips with a pinky / brown nude lipstick which just made them look soft and pillowy. ‘Do you like it?’ she looked a little uncertain, I guess my silence was disconcerting for her.