Dovetail with white trim

The UNE’s defeat at the 2023 elections was the final nail in the coffin of Sandra Torres’s bid for national leadership. Already three times the defeated candidate, the UNE is now forced into a position to reevaluate its commitments, ideals, and strategy. In the aftermath of her defeat, Torres was besieged by critics from within her party for steering her party into one indistinguishable from its rivals transforming it into a tool of the corrupt blaming the party’s rightwards shift as the cardinal sin dooming any political bids for the presidency. While the Guatemalan right dances on its laurels and continue the conservative neoliberal program that has prolonged such an unequal society, the UNE struggle to begin anew. The young cadres of the party, however, recognized who is to blame, Sandra Torres and her patronage links and business connections.
The party reconvened in November 2024 to discuss the crisis of identity as factions within the party waged war against each other over what the UNE stand for, the current centrist stream or the old social democrat links to the late President Alvaro Colom. As soon as the meeting began, members of the party submitted a motion to remove Sandra Torres from the office of Secretary General of the party, a bold move considering Torres’s strong influence within the party. The vote was contentious but indeed, culminated in the ousting of Torres as leader of the UNE.
The new leader, Valeria Perez Quesada, the rising star of the UNE and Senator of Quetzaltenango was elected in Torres’s place. Hailing from a mixed-race family with her mother an ethnic Maya and her father a white criollo, her worldview and politics have been shaped by her upbringing in the majority native city. Being a Roman Catholic while maintaining a moderate progressive tone to social issues, makes her the ideal candidate to advocate for reproductive rights in such a conservative country. With a clean record and rhetoric supporting a return to the programs and values of Alvaro Colom’s welfare state, and backed by the new blood UNE cadres and old Alvaro Colom loyalists, she would begin transitioning the party back into a center-left, to left-wing stance. Inspired by leaders such as Gabriel Boric of Chile and Gustavo Petro of Colombia, she pledges to rectify the ideological deficit in Guatemalan politics, reassert the people’s will in the economy, pursue reforms to combat Guatemala’s chronic economic inequality, advocate for progressive issues, eradicate illiteracy, malnutrition, pursue comprehensive government reform and tackle crime and corruption.

Me and my fiancé have been living at our first home for a few months. We are on a dead end and behind our home is a sort of private community (with an hoa and all that). Our homes are spaces by a grass and rock trench and trees but we aren’t far apart, just out of sight.
With all that being said, with the warmer weather by us our backyard neighbor (who sounds like they have at least 7 people in the home) have been spending a lot of time in their back yard being extremely noisy. They had a party until almost midnight, their normal voice level is essentially screaming at all hours, their dog just wandered into my yard and I almost hit it with the car because I guess they don’t have a fence, and I know my next door neighbor already called the police once this season on them at 3am for noise.
My question is what is the best way to really get them to have to quiet down? Do I call the police every time until they get the message? Do I contact their hoa and make a fuss about the no fence and dog amongst the noise level? I just want them to quiet down but they seem sort of white trash hill Billy and I’m not sure they will listen to much authority so not sure what to do.

Ingredients

• 1 1/2 pounds beef sirloin steak, 1/2 inch thick or ground beef (turkey for healthier meal)
• 8 ounces fresh mushrooms, diced (2 1/2 cups)
• 2 medium onions, thinly sliced
• 1 garlic clove, finely chopped
• 1/4 cup butter
• 1 1/2 cups beef flavored broth (from 32-ounce carton)
• 1/2 teaspoon salt
• 1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce
• 1/4 cup all-purpose flour
• 1 1/2 cups sour cream
• 3 cups hot cooked egg noodles

Steps

• If your using sirloin-Cut beef across grain into about 1 1/2x1/2-inch strips.
• Cook mushrooms, onions and garlic in butter in 10-inch skillet over medium heat, stirring occasionally, until onions are tender; remove from skillet.
• Cook beef in same skillet until brown. Stir in 1 cup of the broth, the salt and Worcestershire sauce. Heat to boiling; reduce heat. Cover and simmer 15 minutes.
• Stir remaining 1/2 cup broth into flour; stir into beef mixture.
• Add onion mixture; heat to boiling, stirring constantly. Boil and stir 1 minute.
• Stir in sour cream; heat until hot (do not boil).
• Serve over hot noodles.

Tips

• It’s important to create a slurry with the flour and broth so the mixture will blend in with meat mixture in the skillet without forming lumps. Bringing everything to a boil thickens the skillet dish and cooking it for a minute or two cooks away any raw flour taste.
• A hearty dash of Worcestershire sauce really enhances meat-based dishes. It’s a liquid condiment that offers a rich, savory flavor to meat dishes and beverages (it’s made from garlic, soy sauce, onion, molasses, anchovies, and vinegar).
• The sirloin steak is easier to slice if it’s partially frozen. The steak strips cook fast and after a short simmer will result in a quick and easy week night dinner.
• Sautéing the aromatics (garlic and onion) first helps define their taste by taking their pungent edge off and allowing them to develop a natural sweetness.
• White button mushrooms are delicious in the creamy sauce; for a different flavor, try shiitakes (remove the stems and slice them) instead.

IMD injection molding

IMD (Injection Moulding Decoration, In-Mould-Decoration).
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IMD injection Molding labeling is different from the traditional direct screen printing, heat-shrinkable label, the non-drying label of the new label packaging form.
At the beginning of the domestic large-scale application.
IMD injection Molding labeling is mainly used for the material such as PP, PE, PET blow molding and injection molding products. Namely before blow molding, injection molding has been printed mold
Labeling in blow and injection molding cavity, when blowing, injection mold on, through the effect of high temperature and high pressure in the inside mould making mold labeling on the special product, with the bottle or plastic surface, when the mold opens, a has beautifully printed bottles or note a one-time finish.
IMD has many advantages over other decorating methods, such as painting or printing. The image is directly embedded into the product, making it more durable and resistant to wear and tear. In addition, the image is less likely to fade or peel over time. IMD also allows for more complex designs and colors to be used, as the image is printed onto a film that can be easily inserted into the mold.
IMD is commonly used in the production of consumer electronics, such as cell phone cases and computer keyboards. The process is also used in the automotive industry, where it is used to create decorative trim pieces and interior components. IMD can be used with a variety of materials, including polycarbonate, ABS, and polypropylene.
One of the key benefits of IMD is its ability to reduce production time and costs. Because the image is pre-printed onto a film, there is no need for additional painting or printing steps. This saves time and reduces the risk of errors or defects. In addition, because the image is directly embedded into the product, there is no need for additional assembly or finishing steps.

IMD-mold stick mark advantages:

1. Enhance the anti-counterfeiting function of products directly, can conform to high standard enterprise brand protection needs more.
2. Mold labeling can do laser printed, aluminum plating, such as special effects, make the product packing grade is greatly increased.
3. The form is novel and attractive, fall off not easily broken, waterproof, prevent oil, mold-proof
4. Increase the health, the safety of packaged products put an end to the secondary printing and labeling of environmental pollution.
5. The comprehensive cost significantly lower than the traditional label and direct screen printing and environmental protection.

IMD-mold stick mark application industry;

1. Beauty, hairdressing products packaging container
2. Medical and health care products packaging container
3. The food and beverage packaging container
4. Oil powder, such as liquefied products packaging containers
5. Cooking oil, soy sauce, vinegar and other spices packing container
6. Washbasin, barrel, cup, etc. The adornment of the commodity.

Just curious is all. What's your first time with a black dude if you're straight

Whenever I forget a manga then remember parts of it I can't stop until I find it again.
There's this horror-esque black and white manga I remember reading about this older sister and younger brother who are orphans I believe. They are then taken to an island which is really cult-like. There is a mansion on that island and a group of other kids, but the siblings start realizing they aren't normal. To keep themselves alive they pretend and act along. One section that was really wtf was at night the kids have to ... with each other and the siblings, rightfully so, were like oh shit. They can't say 'no I won't do this' because above the beds is this giant eye watching them, so they try to persuade the other kids for them to be each others partner for the night so that they can act.
I guess the two were trying to fake it till they make it by trying to find an escape from the island.

Flatfish possess chromatophores. They are special cells that can change color. They use these to adapt their scale pattern to blend in with the substrate they're on. Amazing stuff, and really important, too. Flatfish are demersal ambush predators and prey to larger fishes. Hiding is essential to survival. But have you wondered how they are able to change color? Is it a conscious or unconscious process? How do all of those cells coordinate? I may have some answers!
I dug into a research paper by Derek Burton [1] which examined the physiological mechanisms of flatfish chromatophores in great detail. It is the source of all I'm about to share.
Let's begin with taxonomy! What is a flatfish? A flatfish is a teleost (fishes under the class of actinopterygii, the ray-finned fishes) in the order of Pleuronectiformes. They are characterized by their asymmetrical body plan as adults, where one eye migrates to the other side of the head during metamorphosis. They lie flat on the sea floor. The blind side is characteristically a pale white, whereas the dominant side is covered with color-changing scales. The dorsal and anal fins run the length of the body on the dorsal and ventral sides. The fins have highly articulate spines that allow them to prop themselves up, crawl, and throw substrate up and bury themselves.
That's neat! Now, not all chromatophores are alike. Some are responsible for specific pigments and colors, some react to neurotransmitters more than the others. So how many types are there on a flatfish? Five! There are epidermal melanophores, dermal melanophores, xanthophores, iridiphores, and erythrophores. Clusters of these different cells are present in different proportions on a flatfish's body, and give each one a distinct base pattern; between species, and between individuals.
Here's what these grouping look like: https://64.media.tumblr.com/27fc881.....fb28c41143.pnj
And here are the proportions of cells that make up all of these distinct clusters: https://64.media.tumblr.com/c1e1675.....ebc9e1de00.pnj
The cell type that stands out the most in this graph is the great concentration of iridiphores in the white spots. As a matter of fact, the blind side of a flatfish is mostly made up of iridiphores! Why are they so bright? Well, these cells contain elongate crystals of guanin; a copper-gold alloy. Shiny! These crystals can become covered by melanosomes in order to reduce their prominence. Notice how the density of iridiphores decreases from white to dark areas.
Iridiphores are relatively inflexible when it comes to color change. But there are other cells that can take up that mantle: those present in the general scaling.
Before I start talking about hormones and neurotransmitters, I'd like to mention that flatfish are not the only fish that have chromatophores. Salmon and tilapia have these cells, as well as others. Control of their pigment is largely hormonal, though. Given the importance of a flatfish's camouflage, they have adapted greater control over their colorful dermal melanophore cells. Their changes have some hormonal factor, but it is largely neurotransmitters that manage this complex active camouflage system.
I spent hours making this schematic specifically for this purpose, so behold: https://64.media.tumblr.com/8aa3104.....3193d2ab17.pnj
It's a lot to take in. It was a lot to sort. I had to make a truth table of cells and stimuli, and sort out which effect one had on the other. This is not entirely comprehensive, either! Depending on which group these cells are in, they react more quickly or more slowly to these stimuli.
For example: Melanosome concentration in E/D melanophores in the dark band group reacted quickly when the background the flatfish was on changed from white to black. White-spot melanophores respond more rapidly to noradrenaline than dark band melanophores. If you wanna know how each cell responds to each stimuli, check out the paper!
Following the graphic, we can see that the chain begins with visual stimuli. A flatfish settles in a new area of sea floor. The sun is rising and the colors of the substrate become more visible. This signal is processed by the autonomic nervous system, specifically the sympathetic nervous system. Unconsciously, the work of adapting the scales’ pigment starts. Melanin hormones are released from the pituitary gland as necessary to achieve the desired change through inhibition of the uptake of these various neurotransmitters, and neurotransmitters are sent such that the right scales become the right hue and brightness. This could take dozens of minutes or even hours, but it happens. The flatfish is now well adapted to their new environment.
If that isn't the most fascinating thing to you, I don't know what could top it! There many more questions to be answered, and this is just a simplified overview of the general physiology at play. In my future research, I plan to set out to determine which substrate colors and patterns are imitated by flatfish by using complex images featuring various shapes and colors displayed on a screen beneath a transparent aquarium.
A prime candidate for this research would be the rock sole, Lepidopsetta bilineata, as it does not bury itself, and so would not be stressed by the lack of substrate in the enclosure. Stress hormones, like nor-adrenaline, do affect scale pattern adaption, as demonstrated in the graphic. A stress-related response would be good to document eventually, but the initial goal is to observe natural pattern changes.
Do flatfish adapt only their colors to new substrates or do they also change pattern shape to imitate substrate features, such as rocks and debris? With black-and-white patterns of diamonds, rectangles, triangles, and circles, could the shapes of those patterns manifest in the scale pattern after the change concludes?
Answer that, and then repeat with harmless stressors introduced. L. bilineata is also abundant within its range, so assembling subjects would be easy and could be accomplished without the use of hooks. Fish may be hand-retrieved. If the day comes when I am able to realize this, I'll be sure to write about it and share my results!
[1] DEREK BURTON, 2002; The Physiology of Flatfish Chromatophores (https://sci-hub.se/10.1002/jemt.10166)
Correction: The melanin hormones from the pituitary gland don't necessarily instigate change. That's the job of the neurotransmitters. The hormones do, however, keep things from changing. The neurotransmitters set melanosome aggregation or dispersion, and the hormone concentrations maintain them.
Caveat: Some chromatophore activation was done outside of the animal (cells were removed from the fish and manipulated in a dish), so it's ambiguous how big of a role some of these mechanisms play in the flatfish.

Hi there! I moved here almost four years ago and have mostly worked remotely ever since. I'd love to meet someone I could hang out and try new things with, just chill and talk to about life, mindlessly go shopping with, and so on; someone that'd enjoy being close friends as well as taking care of one another, physically hence the fwb part. I'm white, 6ft 1 and weigh 170. I also have blonde hair and blue eyes. I dont have a preference for body type.
Location: I'm in North Austin/Cedar Park but am willing to drive a reasonable distance or meet in the middle if we want to do something. Even if you don't think you'd be into my hobbies or what I've talked about, feel free to reach out via chat message if I seem alright to you.

What will you be doing with this PC? Be as specific as possible, and include specific games or programs you will be using.
I want to use it for gaming. Mainly games like stardew valley, sims, and rimworld but also last of us and others like that. I want options as I’ve never had my own pc before.
What is your maximum budget before rebates/shipping/taxes?
I think $1500 but I’m flexible within $100 or so of that.
When do you plan on building/buying the PC? Note: beyond a week or two from today means any build you receive will be out of date when you want to buy.
ASAP haha I’ve been trying to research on my own and it’s confusing.
What, exactly, do you need included in the budget? (ToweOS/monitokeyboard/mouse/etc)
I have the pcpartpicker link attached and I think I’m only missing a cpu, mobo and ram unless the other things are wrong.
Which country (and state/province) will you be purchasing the parts in? If you're in US, do you have access to a Microcenter location?
USA and in California. I do have access to one but an hour away.
If reusing any parts (including monitor(s)/keyboard/mouse/etc), what parts will you be reusing? Brands and models are appreciated.
N/A
Will you be overclocking? If yes, are you interested in overclocking right away, or down the line? CPU and/or GPU?
No I don’t think so?
Are there any specific features or items you want/need in the build? (ex: SSD, large amount of storage or a RAID setup, CUDA or OpenCL support, etc)
I desperately want an AIO cooler
Do you have any specific case preferences (Size like ITX/microATX/mid-towefull-tower, styles, colors, window or not, LED lighting, etc), or a particular color theme preference for the components?
I have a case picked out (but the white version instead of black) on the link. I really want a white with black color theme and some RGB.
Do you need a copy of Windows included in the budget? If you do need one included, do you have a preference?
Yes and no preference
Extra info or particulars:
I have no idea what I’m doing so the only thing I really wanna keep is the case.
https://pcpartpicker.com/list/dbvmnt

I see it all the time, that no matter how monstrous a thing God is said to have done in the Bible, the effective response to point it out is "God good so action good".
The thing I have an issue with, here, is this: Let's say someone did even a small part of what God is said to have done in the Bible...like Hitler, for example, we, rightly so, call them a monster. Hitler was, and I hope I don't see this contested, a monster leading monsters to do monstrous things.
Now, in modern time, I don't see Christians doing monstrous things, often...I mean, there was a time in the US when they bombed abortion clinics, lead marches in pointy white hoods and lynched people whose skin colors they didn't like, etc etc...but looking at God's record, that's just plain angelic, let's be honest, here.
So, my question is this: What would God have to do for you to see him as the Monster he's written to be?
(To be fair, having read the Bible I'm extraordinarily happy that it's more like he doesn't exist, but if he did and he were, indeed the God of the Bible, dude's a monster. Period.)

My 1.5year old LO was diagnosed with a UTI in the ER on Monday (now Sunday). She was started on antibiotics and was doing so well. I stupidly made some pancakes last night and used white sugar and general purpose flour and gave her a little this morning. She started to get fussy and began asking for water but then not drinking it, just like she had been doing the week prior to the UTI diagnosis. As one point she said pee pee - again, just like before the diagnosis.
Could my pancakes caused a recurrence? If so, how? She’s still on the antibiotics and has a few days to go.
I am so confused and upset. I can’t believe I did such a stupid thing.

There was a little town, nestled in the woods by the shore, that was by all appearances a rather ordinary town. But nestled in this town was a bar, called Big Owl’s Hooty Hoot, and nestled in this bar was a mechanical box nestled into the corner of the dance floor - right next to an old jukebox - and nestled in this curious mechanical box was a secret. A secret no one had discovered after all these years, as hardly anyone danced at Big Owl’s Hooty Hoot. In fact hardly anyone visited Big Owl’s Hooty Hoot at all, except for some old drunkards who admired the cheap stout, a couple of cripples who lived next door, Jim (the town’s talking, fedora wearing black bear who no one really liked) and some other questionable characters who, well, no one really wanted to know why they were there. One hot summer night, Jackie and Wilbert strolled into the bar on what was quite possible the most painfully awkward and mediocre date night ever. Jackie, trying to ease the awkwardness but still not really wanting to be there, suggested to Wilbert they take to the dancefloor and boogie. It was then that Wilbert noticed the curious mechanical box collecting dust next to the jukebox. This fascinated Wilbert. It did not fascinate Jackie. It wasn’t easy to discern how to use the box, or what the box did exactly. It had a few exposed gears, a crank, a roll of marbled paper in the center, and on it were the words “G L AM O U R” up top, and below that “P A S S”. It also had a slot for quarters. Overcome with curiosity - and a good number of stouts - Wilbert put in a few quarters and turned the crank a few times. Ffhhpppt-ding! It spat out the tiniest, thinnest little piece of marbled paper, rolled up like a miniature scroll. And on that scroll was inscribed the words to a magic spell. Wilbert read slowly from the paper, confused as to what it meant. “Please pardon my quiet reserved nature. It’s because I prefer to do the listening and let you lead.” “Oh Wilbert,” Jackie said with a sweet look in her eyes Wilbert had never seen before, “why didn’t you just say so?” She gently put her hand on his face and gave him a peck on the cheek. Wilbert didn’t know what was happening. He didn’t know why Jackie was suddenly so affectionate toward him. He didn’t know why the machine had given him those words. He didn’t know that the words he’d read from the scroll were precisely what Jackie wanted to hear. He didn’t even really know how abysmal their date night had been going up until that moment, although he had a hunch. All he knew was that now, things were different. The long silence pauses between him and Jackie were no longer painful and awkward. They were comfortable and charmed. As if they were an elderly couple, assured in each other’s presence, not needing to talk. They accepted each other as they were. Jackie enjoyed feeling she could steer the conversation and the night’s activities, and the relationship as a whole, in the direction she pleased. Back at the front of the bar, Jim the Bear noticed the change in the couple’s demeanor as they held hands skipping out the door. Jim was curious, for the first time in 16 years of his drunken nights at Big Owl’s Hooty Hoot, about the odd little box that sat in the corner by the jukebox. He put a few quarters in. Ffhhpppt-ding! Out spat another tiny little marbled scroll. Jim unrolled the scroll as dedicated as he could with his big drunken bear claws. He read from the scroll… “I’m just telling you this as a friend, so you don’t have to hear it from a foe.” “What’t that Jim?” called the bartender from across the room, wiping down a glass. Jim let out a gruffled ughrraaharrrr roar. “Gosh, you’re so nosey, Randy,” Jim said back to the bartender. “And hard of hearing too. I said ‘I’m just telling you this as a friend, so you don’t have to hear it from a foe’.” Randy paused for a moment and looked over to the others sitting behind the bar. Randy and them all laughed in good spirits. “Oh, Jim, that is what you do, isn’t it?"“ Randy said. “All these years, you and your big bear mouth have just been looking out for us, eh, buddy?” Jim the Bear gave a confused laugh. “Uh, heh uh… huh”. He took a seat back at the bar. The bearded gentleman seated next to him, who had avoided eye contacted with Jim all night, gave the bear a brotherly pat on the shoulder. “Here ya go Jim, this one’s on the house. Your favorite,” Randy said pouring a honey golden white stout. Hardly anyone could believe it. Jim the Bear. The biggest bear asshat in all of town, now adored by all who laid eyes on him. Nothing about Jim had really changed, except perhaps he was a little more confident and smiley as he made his blunt off-color remarks at every passer by. Naturally, the machine generated a lot of interest. By the time the night had finished, everyone had gone over to that mysterious little machine and purchased a magic scroll. Everyone left that night looking at least a hundred times more favorable in the eyes of everyone else. Soon people from all over town were coming to Big Owl’s Hooty Hoot just to get their scroll from the Glamour Machine. Not long after that people would show up from out of town for the Glamour Machine. Its ability to weave words that adorned its users in flawless linguistic cloaks was a marvelous sensation. Everyone had to have glamour. Everyone. The more glamour one purchased, the easier they found it to rise in the world. To become adored in this little town. To become wealthy in this little town. To become mayor of this little town. To become too big of a hot shot for this little town, and to move to a mansion in Hollywood and become an international star. But with all this glamour about new problems arose. When everyone in town had glamour, the only way left to appear more attractive was to knock down somebody else. The scrolls the glamour machine began to churn out had neighbor attacking neighbor with vicious judgements, put-downs and slander. The most appealing people became secretly the ugliest. A secret to all except, for some reason, certain folk. Perhaps they hadn’t used much glamour themselves. Perhaps they simply had keen senses. Whatever it was, they could see the vicious creatures among them, and whenever they spoke of the highly glamoured ugliness to others, the old Glamour Machine always spat on their name next, punishing them for threatening the veil of the glamour’s power. Eventually the owner of Big Owl’s Hooty Hoot had had enough of the hoopla and sold the prized little mechanicalbox to a PR firm in L.A. where it still resides to this day.

I have yet to see any here or in the R1 shop. I originally had the light wood but when they said they were having supply chain issues with that and they offered up the white option I chose that instead. My delivery window is still June-July but not having seen a single white interior I'm worried that might be an issue.

It was a dark and dangerous night in the Midnight desert, with the Soulfang serpents lurking around, waiting to sink their fangs into a victim to consume their soul.
Luckily, though there was an oasis in the desert, and a new group, Team Zym, was safe inside of it. Two members of this group had been there before, but the rest hadn’t.
“This place is beautiful!” The young King Ezran exclaimed as he took in the oasis; a lush green area contained in a huge magical shield.
“Yes it is,” Ezran’s older half-brother, Callum, agreed.
“Yeah, but we should probably get some rest,” Rayla said.
After their failure to get the clue to the location of Aaravos’s prison from Rex Igneous, the group had gone back to Katolis to think. They had realized that the next clue to Aaravos’s prison was in the possession of the Archdragon of the Ocean, but they needed a guide to that dragon. And while Callum and Rayla had travelled with Nyx the Skywing, they had learned that she knew a lot about the ocean. So they had travelled back into the Midnight Desert to try and find her, but they had had no luck.
So Team Zym had gone to the Oasis and now they settled down to sleep.
Ezran, Bait and Zym slept next to each other.
Rayla and Callum on the other hand, lay apart from each other.
Rayla sighed as she wished she could sleep next to Callum. During their journey to return the Dragon Prince to his mother, they had fallen in love and shared several kisses, but later, Rayla’s lingering anger and grief over the loss of her parents and her mentor at the hands of the ruthless dark mage Lord Viren had led her to leave Callum to seek revenge. She had lied to him that they would look for Viren together, and then left him on his BIRTHDAY of all days.
Callum had already forgiven Rayla, but things were still awkward between them. They both wanted things to go back to the way they were, but they both knew they needed to rebuild the trust between them again.
But it wasn’t just the awkwardness, something else was happening.
Rayla and Callum were both eighteen now; officially adults. They still felt deeply for each other, and something new unfamiliar feeling had awakened within them. A nice warm feeling.
Looking Callum, sleeping so peacefully now, Rayla wanted more than anything to be lie down beside him, but she restrained herself.
Rayla knew that the awkwardness between her and Callum was her fault. She may have had good reasons for leaving, but that did not change the fact that she had deceived and abandoned him. Regret pierced Rayla’s heart as she thought of how her own desire for revenge had almost cost her the one last person who truly loved her. I was so obsessed with revenge that I almost lost him for good, she thought.
Rayla needed to think, and she couldn’t think clearly staring at her handsome prince mage. So she stood up and walked to another place near the edge of the oasis. She sat down upon a log and looked out into the desert, letting her confused thoughts flow through her head. She wanted more than anything than to get back with Callum, but how could she regain his trust?
Furthermore, she couldn’t think of a way to deal with these strange new warm feelings of hers. This… lust. She wanted Callum in a way she had wanted no one before.
Rayla was a beautiful Moonshadow Elf; a type of elf that drew power from the magical energy of the moon. As an elf, she had four fingers on each of her petite hands, dark violet stubby horns and pointed ears that peeked out from underneath her hair. She was slim and willowy with shoulder-length white hair, light pink skin, and purple eyes that had indigo tear-like elven markings underneath them. She wore a braid on the right side of her head. She also wore a form fitting teal and navy bodysuit secured by a black vest, dark brown straps, and a dark brown belt embellished with a silver brooch. The outfit was topped off with thigh-high navy blue boots and bracers. Now that she was eighteen and officially an adult, Rayla’s body had become a bit curvier, and her breasts had grown a little larger and perkier. And with the maturing of her body came new feelings.
A sudden touch on Rayla’s hand startled her. She looked up, expecting to see Callum. But it wasn’t. It was Stella, the female cuddlemonkey she had found and adopted while hunting Viren. “Oh, hey Stella,” Rayla cooed, giving the little primate a gentle touch on the nose. Stella chirped gently, looking at Rayla with huge eyes.
Rayla sighed. “Ah, I don’t know what to do Stella. I want Callum to trust me again, and I… I want him, but I don’t know how to get back with him.”
Stella gently nuzzled Rayla’s four-fingered hand. “Thanks, Stella, but there are problems you can’t nuzzle away,” Rayla said gently, appreciating the gesture, but knowing it could not make her problems go away.
Rayla’s thoughts drifted back to Callum; his handsome face, his powerful magic, and she felt the strange hot feeling in her body again. It seemed to burn like a fire in her skin. What could she do with these feelings?
For a long time, Rayla just sat there, thinking her strange thoughts and feeling her strange feelings.
Then, quite suddenly, Rayla became aware that Stella was not beside anymore. “Stella?” She asked, looking around. When Rayla look over her shoulder, she gasped, her purple eyes widening in shock and horror.
Standing several feet behind her was a huge, green creature, dressed in armor and with a green face like a pig. It was holding Stella tight in its hands and keeping one hand tight over the cuddlemonkey’s mouth to keep her from screaming.
“Hey, let her go!” Rayla cried, leaping to her feet and reaching for her butterfly blades. But before she could even touch them, two long, strong, green arms swung down and wrapped a large, white kerchief around Rayla’s mouth, sealing it shut.
“HYRAGMMMHHGAMMMMPH!” Rayla sputtered incoherently through her gag. Instinctively, she grabbed it and tried to pull it off, but the creature that was pulling the gag against her lips was too strong. It tied the gag behind the nape of her neck in a VERY hard knot, sealing her mouth tight shut and muffling her voice. “LHH MHH GHH!” Rayla whined through her gag. “LHH MHH GHH! MMMMMMPH!”
The creature behind Rayla seized her arms and forced them behind her back. Then, there was a jingling sound something made of metal and had chains was whipped out. Next moment, there was clicking sound as a pair of iron shackles was slapped onto Rayla’s slender wrists. “OWRMPH!” Rayla gasped through her gag as she felt the cold metal snap onto her wrists. That HURT! She thought.
Rayla was quite helpless now; with her mouth tightly gagged, her wrists cuffed behind the small of her back, and her shoulders held tightly by the creature behind her, she couldn’t move. “GHH OFHH MHH! LHH GHH! MMMMMMMPH!” Rayla whined through her gag, wriggling and thrashing will all her might, but the creature was too strong.
Rayla was able to take one last look at Stella before the creature forced her to turn around, revealing itself to be yet another big, green, armored, two-legged creature with a boar-like face. Before Rayla could do anything, the creature raised its right hand, curled it into a fist, and PUNCHED Rayla square in the forehead!
“OWRMPH!” Rayla grunted through her tight gag as the creature punched her so hard that her white-haired head buckled under the blow. Rayla straightened up. She felt stiff and then dizzy. Her purple eyes rolled in her head and her vision went foggy. Then, very slowly, the beautiful Moonshadow Elf fell to the ground, blacking out before she even hit it.
The two Gamorreans looked down at their new captive with satisfaction. They had been sent by their master to hunt for new slaves, and they had found one.
They looked at each other and smiled in their own hideous way. “Jabba will be pleased,” they said in unison.
To be continued...

I wonder if we can get their costume because it looks nice on both of them. Rip Daring teared white shirt with bandage on arms and Guinevere short skirt nurse uniform. If no then I wish Beth can make this out because I would definitely buy it.

Ashley’s fans are all middle aged white moms with no life that rot on her lives all day like minions. They probably can barely afford to pay their fucking monthly subscriber subscription to be included in her sub lives LMFAOO💀💀😂😂