#лисичка

[theodoreangelos]

Porcini mushroom (Boletus edulis) and chanterelle (Cantharellus cibarius) Steinpilz und Eierschwammerl Hříbek a lišky Grzyb porcini i kurki Hríb a kuriatka Белый гриб и лисичка Cèpes et chanterelles

[chanterellee6]

~°~°Это мой блог🦊. Я тут впервые, надеюсь на долго хватит 🐾

[map-cars]

Лиса

[novikov-garage]

Грибная разведка 09 сентября 2023. Приозерский район

[adel2001bk]

#лис и #снеКурочка #дажеНеДумай #лисичка от @nezhenka.nadin #лисИСнегурочка #любимыйМойРодной #люблюКурочку #лисьиИстории #вышивка #вышивкаКрестом #результатыТруда #мояПрелесть💖 #авторскаяСхема #НадеждаНагорная #равномерка #мулине #рукоделие #ручнаяРабота #сделаноРуками #итог #handmade #craft #crosstitch #моиРаботы #покажиСвоюРаботу #МарусиныРукоделки #весна #май #2022 (at Падозеро, 34 Км) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdT3zYmLyvG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[eltadelta]

Продублирую пост тг сюда🕯

Йоль чем-то напоминает католической рождество. Неспроста оно проводится 25 декабря - в период Йоля. Изначально это время, когда нужно отпускать прошлое, очищать и украшать пространство, вкууусно кушать и намечать позитивные изменения на будущее!

Как видите, это время само по себе особенное. А с нумерологической точки зрения сегодняшний день как раз может принести много возможностей отпустить прошлое. Сегодняшние ситуации подсвечивают наши слабые места, незавершенные дела - то, что нам важно исправить перед вступлением в новый год. Так что если вдруг вылезет какая-то странность - не удивляйтесь.

Очищение порой происходит не так, как мы привыкли думать. Порой нужно пережить какую-то ситуацию, пусть даже негативную, чтобы окончательно её отпустить.

Очищаемся на всех уровнях!🪴

[another-day-in-paradise-blog]

[deinacari]

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ᅠᅠ▷ эстᴇтикᴀ: бой в южной импᴇрии.

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠистория повторяᴇтся

ᅠᅠᅠ

— Господин Ван, позвольте мне спасти вас. Меньшее, что я могу — это спасти вас хоть раз.

— Я будто бы проживал этот миг.

[zor6a]

🍁🍂🌸🌸🌸🌸🍂🍁 260822 Прекрасните подаръци за рождения ми ден от @m.ivanova07 торбичката си я запазих, много е красива и ми напомня на нашето приятелство. 🍁🍂🌸🌸🌸🍂🍁 #Катеричка🐿️ #Лисичка🦊 #Gifts🎁📚💖 #August #Summer #BirthdayGirl #12thAugust #Happy28thBirthday #Friendship #TrueFriendship #NewBook #SoBeautiful🌸🌸 #RomanticNovel #RomanticBook #Love💝 #MyFav💖 #Chocolates🍫🍫 #HappyDays #Happiness #SoYummy #Yummy #ThankYouSoMuch #Приятелство #Подарък💖 #Подаръци #SweetFriendship 🍁🍂🌸🌸🌸🌸🍂🍁 (at Ruse, Bulgaria) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ch8EBVMoCn4/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[simonrillleyyysss]

I think 20 minutes req time is up but 😳 please anything about kissing Nikto 🫣 i have to

ugh i love nikto with my entire body and soul

he.is.a.messy.kisser

full stop, this man is messy. messy room, messy eater, messy mindset—messy kisser, no doubt about it! and he’s so proud, too. he is so confident, doesn’t care if you’re complaining about how he’s shoving his tongue down your throat, what? he can’t hear you.

in his mind, if you’re not tonguing him like it’s your last kiss before death—it’s not a proper sesh, he does not go slow nor usually enjoy it; rushes!! panics!! he!! is!!panicky!! he loves making out, but he does it so hurriedly.

your hands gently framed his scarred cheeks, lips mingling together in such a tender motion—before he suddenly grabbed your waist and practically rammed his tongue down your oesophagus, tensing beneath him n’ gently pushing him away with your freehand

he’s so.so.so confused, cocking his head and furrowing his brows in offence—do you not think he’s a good kisser? handsome enough? is he going too slow?? this man has 100 thoughts and only 1 brain to store them in, he’s puzzled

‘nikto—i wanna go slow..kay? don’t need t’rush anything..’

‘i am not rushing, Лисичка—we’re simply enjoying it..’

you can’t help but sigh, leaning forward and pressing your lips against his softly, thumb caressing his cheek as you cocked your head to the side, humming soft praises into his mouth, his shoulders easing :,(

‘you are so good, nikto.’

‘i..you treat me,’

short pauses inbetween, panting and trying to gather himself, he’s so easily worked up

‘you treat me very well, Малы́шка..’

giggling, you pulled away and scratched the back of his neck comfortingly, his head burrowing into your chest like a cat, shutting his eyes.

…

‘are you fucking hard—?’

[ne-videl]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞

♡

yandere Ayato x fem reader

there's something wrong with your employer.

yandere, mentions of violence & kidnapping, stalker Ayato, non-consensual touching (not sexual, just our man being clingy), reader has a pretty low self-esteem, sfw this time I guess??, poor english

word count: ~2k

a/n: alright I decided to procrastinate and ignore my study, and what's a better way to do it than posting some more of my stuff?

p.s. лисичка солнце как ты меня находишь?? теперь мне стыдно за то что я все никак не могу дописать главу про нёвиллета и ничего не придумала про венти 🤧🤧

enjoy.

bright sun of Inazuma shone on the kimono shop on the corner of the street, filling its visitors with pleasant laziness, and the hostess herself with a desire to end the stuffiness of the day as soon as possible.

you hung your haori on the back of a chair covered with bunch of fabric and exhaled wearily.

it's only noon yet, and you're already listening to insults from a well-to-do girl after announcing that her outfit won't be ready at least until the next evening.

"and besides, with your appearance, I would be ashamed to even look people in the eye!" – the client left, slamming the door irritably. the bell on the door rang plaintively.

"why get personal...?" – you rubbed the bridge of your nose with another sigh, while your gaze slid to the dusty mirror.

impassive glass showed a young woman. always sad eyes, hands covered with calluses and small scars from work. slightly disheveled bangs framing a tired face.

"no matter what, it's still you." – your reflection replied mockingly.

you knew yourself that you weren't that beautiful. there was a little chance to notice you in a crowd, "unremarkable" was the word that suited you the most. the only bright detail on you was, perhaps, a smear of red lipstick on your dry lips. gloomy appearance and an overly calm personality did not add to your attractiveness either. but you were a reliable and practical person, and therefore at least you had a successful career as a tailor.

summer in Inazuma was a nice season for the likes of you: time of festivals and celebrations, banquets and parties of nobles. sometimes you wanted to be in the shoes of your clients yourself: a charming, cheerful young lady choosing among a string of colorful fabrics the one that would suit her new luxurious outfit.

but, unfortunately, you were just a gloomy mistress of a sewing workshop, overwhelmed with work in the hot season.

the long-suffering doorbell, which had to endure a lot of tantrums and dissatisfied cries from visitors today, once again tinkled plaintively, forcing you to come out of your thoughts and turn around.

tall gentleman dressed in expensive white clothes stood in front of the counter. gentle, beautiful face was decorated with a friendly smile and a mole under his lips. at first glance it wasn't difficult to understand that someone very important was in front of you. you were even a little embarrassed, just a little bit: he, bright and cheerful, looks at your modest figure, dressed in a dark, simple kimono.

looks without taking his eyes off.

"lady seamstress? good day. I'm here with a business proposal for you." – the man came closer, still smiling. – "you see, my sister happened to visit your workshop a short time ago."

you tilted your head to the side, scratching your chin. the man in front of you surely looked familiar, for some reason. so it should not be very difficult to remember some pretty young lady with blue hair, from whom the same aura of aristocracy and prosperity would emanate.

"I remember something like that. you must be lady Ayaka's older brother?" – you looked at the supposed head of the Yashiro commission with an impassive look. you're too tired to be surprised by anything, and after all, important people have visited you before. if anything, you certainly had no equal in skill.

"yes, indeed. you are very observant, [name]." – you raised your eyebrow: you couldn't remember telling your name to Ayaka. well, it's not like it really matters, right?

your strange visitor continued to speak with an unnerving gleam in his purple eyes.

"as you have already understood, my name is Kamisato Ayato. I would like to offer you to work at our mansion."

____*:･ﾟ✧

"it's beautiful. I like it." – the younger Kamisato was looking at the sleeves of the kimono with satisfaction while you, now her personal tailor, pinned the hem with pins.

"but, I would like to ask you something, [name]." – you raise your head, looking up at your lady. – "you make such beautiful things. why don't you ever wear them yourself? I always see you in such inconspicuous colors. no bright fabrics, no embroidery."

you get up from your kneeling position, your scarred hands concentrating on straightening the fabric while you mumble without looking up from your work.

"you see, milady, there are people like you and people like me. beautiful things are meant for beautiful people, for important ones: who look good in gold embroidery and silk hemlines." – you look up at Ayaka, narrowing your eyes a little. – "people like me don't wear such clothes. besides, I don't have the looks to wear bright fabrics."

you walked over to the table, adjusting your black haori and assessing the work you've done. kimono suits your lady, who is currently looking down in embarrassment, realizing the huge difference in your statuses.

"ah, I also wanted to know..." – Ayaka swallows, averting her eyes and changing the subject. – "you're going to the festival, aren't you? I'd like to do your hair, if you don't mind."

you answered as calmly as usual, stating the fact.

"I have nothing to wear. and no one to go with." – calloused fingers unconsciously run through your hair, as if you could not imagine someone gathering them into a beautiful hairstyle.

"how is that? what about my older brother?" – the younger Kamisato bats her eyes with confusion.

"master? why would he?" – you tilted your head to the side in genuine surprise.

"wait, I remember exactly, brother said that you will go to the festival with him." – you smiled wearily, as if Ayaka was a child who blurted out some nonsense.

you? with him? you'd rather cut off your own finger than believe it.

you felt your master's hands resting on your shoulders.

"that's right, you're coming, and you're coming with me. I'll take care of the outfit, and I'll do your hair too." – Ayato glanced at his sister and continued talking. it seemed to you that he was standing a little closer than he should have been: at least you heard his voice right next to your ear. – "are you done here? can I borrow you for a while, [name]?"

you just nodded cautiously, wary that your master still had his hands on your shoulders. and the fact that you could clearly feel his hot chest pressed against your back.

"eavesdropping is bad, brother!" – that's right, eavesdropping is bad. and you could only think just how much did he hear.

your walk down the corridor was in silence: you didn't want to speak until you were asked, and apparently he didn't want to ask.

"master," you finally spoke up, tired of the suffocating silence, – "why would you need to accompany me to the festival?"

Ayato gave you a look with his cunning lavender eyes and replied with an unchanging smile.

"because I want to."

"what about clothes? you know, I feel quite good in what I usually wear." – you raised your voice slightly, sincere confusion shone in your eternally tired eyes, – "and my hair? why would you need to-"

Ayato bent down, holding a strand of your hair between his fingers.

you saw him kiss your hair, felt his hot breath on your face.

"because. I. want. to."

that night, as at all nights before in this estate, you felt like you were being watched.

and they didn't take their eyes off for even a second.

____*:･ﾟ✧

summer passed quickly: time for banquets, bright festivals and celebrations ended.

you always finished this usually noisy and busy season with a sense of accomplishment, although, of course, you had less work than usual this summer.

you thought you loved to work. at least your hands were always busy with something: fixing someone's obi, making a sample for the store's assortment or another order. to live you need money, and to have money you need to work. so you've been working as long as you can remember.

that's why it was a surprise to find yourself sitting and doing nothing. Thoma did the mending of clothes and other simple work, and new things, as it turned out, were not needed too often by your masters. so all that remained was to drink tea with them and walk around, feeling guilty for your rather big salary.

archons, it's like you're not a tailor but a friend for them.

on the day when you were ready to climb the wall from idleness – such a seemingly unusual thing for you in the past – you finally decided to visit your employer.

Ayato perked up as soon as you appeared at the door of his office.

"master." – you bowed briefly, looking at him with your eternally tired eyes.

"what can I do for you, dear?" – lord Kamisato, realizing that you were here on a business matter, continued with an impenetrable smile, – "is there something you're not satisfied with? if you don't like the food or the clothes, then I'll immediately-"

you shook your head no, clenching your hands nervously, and spoke. there was a tiny bit of embarrassment in your usually calm voice.

"you see, master," – you swallowed nervously, – "I'm a little worried that I don't really have anything to do."

under Ayato's confused gaze, you continued, explaining what you meant.

"I've been working as long as I can remember myself, and when you offered me to work for you, I expected a higher level of workload." – you exhaled.

"I think I feel guilty for sitting around all day. at least let me fix the servants' clothes."

Ayato scratched his chin while his purple eyes seemed to drill a hole in you. you wanted to leave, to end this conversation as quick as possible. you've never been very comfortable in the presence of your employer. you felt the urge to run away to lady Ayaka and distract yourself with idle conversations, or embroidery – with anything.

"no, no, dear, that won't do. I can't let your pretty hands do that." – your gaze dropped to your rather elegant, but scarred and callused hands. not "pretty" at all.

"then," – you sighed, – "then I'm asking for your dismissal. in that case, it would be better for me to return to my shop in the city. I can't sit around all day, master."

pen crunched in Ayato's hands and fell onto the countertop, breaking in half.

you couldn't see him get up from the table before you felt his hot arms wrapped around your waist in a strangleingly tight grip. gloved finger gently stroked your cheek, outlined the edge of a dark circle under your eye.

seeing in your gaze the absolute misunderstanding of what is happening, commissioner Yashiro only smiled gently.

"[name], sweet, sweet [name]. no matter how beautiful a kimono is, if you lost your legs you won't be able to wear it, don't you think? I would recommend that you don't even think about leaving me. besides, Ayaka will be sad. we all got so attached to you."

Ayato giggled sickly, stroking your hair.

it's time to start preparing for the wedding.

____*:･ﾟ✧

[name]. sweet, adorable [name].

quiet and calm woman living on a street corner. completely unnoticeable in a noisy crowd. smoothly, smoothly her hair flutters in the wind. scarred, thin fingers hold the bundle of fabric tightly.

last name is unknown.

date of birth is unknown.

presumably an orphan.

owns a sewing workshop in the city.

not married.

"is this really all that has been found out?" – Ayato puts down the papers, staring intently at the servant who just nods nervously.

"I see. you may leave."

it's probably a good thing she doesn't have a family. no one would look for her if, say, he decided to kidnap her.

any other person would not have noticed her dark silhouette among the noisy streets. would not have remembered the features of her tired face. would not have made inquiries, looking into her past, find out her schedule, send people to monitor and report to him where and with whom she was. any other wouldn't have memorized what she likes and what she doesn't like, and what time she goes to bed.

anyone else wouldn't, but to commissioner Yashiro, she was the most precious person in the world.

ah, she's so diligent! every time Ayato sees his charming seamstress on the street, she always carries some bundles of fabrics, or in the shop, always busy.

today [name] is also working hard.

hiring her at the manor was the right decision: it meant always having her in sight, by his side. whether it was trying on another suit, when he could feel the light touches of her calloused hands sending euphoric shivers down his back, or just talking over tea – being in the company of a gloomy tailor was great.

humans are greedy, selfish creatures by nature. Ayato was no exception–a man of his status could afford everything and even more. and at the moment, his "everything" was her.

sweet, sweet [name].

slipping into her bedroom in the middle of the night has already become a familiar, routine activity. yukata fell off her shoulder, exposing her skin, while she slept, wrapped in a blanket and quietly snoring.

Ayato carefully, so as not to wake her up, sat down next to her and stroked her hair.

of course, so far they are just a worker and an employer.

"but not for long." – he whispered to himself.

you've always wanted to be in the shoes of your clients, haven't you, my dear? to be a noble lady dressed in luxurious silks?

well, you don't have to worry, your wish will come true soon. you won't mind becoming the wife of the head of the Yashiro commission, right, [name]?

I'm very very sleep deprived I wanna scream cry and throw up

bye!!

[hirkyy]

on the topic of ukrainian being very descriptive one of my favorites is probably лисичка (diminutive for "fox", so something like "little fox") for chanterelle. like yes those sure are little foxes, i look at the picture and im nodding wisely, it makes sense

[maaaryyyyx]

Луис: Как вам фильм?

Агата: Мне понравился.

Эстелла: Если бы вы его смотрели, было бы куда круче.

Луис: Ты чего как заноса сегодня, ребята наслаждались моментом. Романтика – это круто.

Агата: Приятно, когда люди понимают.

Брендан: Мне кажется, что слишком душный фильм. Умирать из-за безответной любви...

Эстелла: Ты не был на этом ��есте, как можешь судить?

Агата: Разве медвежонок не может сказать своё мнение?

Эстелла: Медвежонок?! Пф..

Луис: Ха-ха-ха, прикол. Вы мутите?

Агата: Мы...

Брендан: Нет, Агата сестра Стивена, мы вместе играем в футбол, а также она черлидерша нашей сборной.

Луис: Вам бы начать встречаться, такие милые.

Агата: Спасибо, Луис. А вы?

Эстелла: Мы тоже друзья, играем за одну сборную.

Агата: Получается, что вы соперники Бенни?

Луис: Забавно, да?

Брендан: Ладно, нам нужно идти. Как доберётесь, напиши мне, Эстелла.

Луис: В этом нет необходимости, она будет со мной.

Брендан: А....да, точно. Ну, тогда...До встречи.

Агата: Пока, ребята!

Брендан: Ну, что? Давай я тебя понесу, так быстрее.

Луис: А давай я тебя тоже понесу?

Эстелла: Я не инвалид, чтобы меня носить, а вот ты скоро им станешь.

Луис: Что?

Эстелла: Руку убери, иначе я тебе её сломаю. Теперь-то понял?

Луис: Окей, сори, просто я подумал, что мы...ну..

Эстелла: Много думаешь.

Габриэль: Лисичка, поиграй в другом месте. Мы здесь с Доми делаем дом.

Доминик: Давай, иди отсюда!

Лисиа: Хорошо, там как раз мама приехала с каким-то дядей. Пойду домой.

Габриэль: Доминик, нельзя так говорить сестре.

Мими: Спасибо большое, Энтони. Но вам правда не стои��о меня подвозить. Я бы могла и сама.

Энтони: Я не могу позволить, чтобы мой ценный сотрудник добирался самостоятельно вечером.

Мими: Еще раз спасибо. Сегодня совещание прошло отлично, как вам результат?

Энтони: Уверен, что это самый лучший исход. Где же вы были раньше? Да, вы уже почти год работаете на мою компанию, но мне правда некогда было появиться и лично познакомиться. Бизнес – это сложный процесс.

Мими: Понимаю вас. Ладно, спасибо вам. Мне нужно идти, семья ждёт. Всего вам хорошего.

Энтони: Давай перейдём на ты, хорошо?

Мими: Да, конечно, как скажите...как скажешь, Энтони.

Брендан: Вечер добрый, это кто? Бате стоит переживать?

Мими: За что?

Брендан: Ну, как минимум за то, что тебя привезли на ретро-шевроле, ма.

Мими: Это мой босс.

Брендан: А, ну, ради такого босса я бы тоже переехал сюда, ха-ха.

Мими: Не говори ерунды, пошли домой. Я скучала по вам, как фильм? Увиделся с Эстеллой?

Брендан: Всё нормально.

Брендан: Моя маленькая принцесса, ты почему не спишь?

Лисиа: Я не могу уснуть, снятся кошмары. Где мама?

Брендан: Она в ванной. Давай я посижу с тобой?

Лисиа: Ты занят, Бенни.

Брендан: Для своей принцессы я готов на всё. Давай поиграем в твои куклы и пойдём спать?

Доминик: А я? Ты же обещал со мной катку сыграть!

Брендан: Прости дружище, но девочки на первом месте. Давай завтра?

Доминик: Ты же обещал!

Брендан: Ты тоже обещал, что будешь учиться лучше и не обижать сестру.

Доминик: Да ну вас!

Габриэль: Сегодня тебя привёз какой-то мужик. Кто это?

Мими: Начальник.

Габриэль: А если...

Мими: Ты не доверяешь мне?

Габриэль: Ну, я...

Мими: Я не хочу возвращаться в прошлое, но ради сравнения – придётся. Вспомни ситуацию с Барбарой, когда ты с ней виделся. Тайно.

Габриэль: Не тайно.

Мими: Доверие, Габриэль и ничего кроме.

Габриэль: Я верю тебе, но меня он раздражает. Давай я тебя буду с работы забирать?

Мими: Забыл, что работаешь до поздна?

Габриэль: Давай договорюсь с Крисом, ему все равно забирать Сабрину с работы. Считай, что по пути. Ну, что думаешь?

Мими: Не выдумывай. Я правда больше не поеду с ним, обещаю. А ты обещай, что не будешь ревновать.

Габриэль: Я тебя люблю больше жизни, как я могу просто смотреть на это?

Мими: Я уважаю себя и тебя. Зачем мне причинять нам боль? У меня есть всё – любящий муж, любимые дети, домашние питомцы. Что еще нужно?

Габриэль: Если я увижу его ещё раз с тобой,то...

Мими: Он мой начальник. Знаешь, если бы я хотела уйти от тебя, то давно бы уже ушла. Ты не такой уж идеальный?

Габриэль: Что?! Я не идеальный?

Мими: Да, а ты что думал? Ты посмотри на себя, постоянно на работе пропадаешь, а в друг ты с любовницей?

Габриэль: Да как ты можешь такое говорить..

Мими: Вот, теперь ты меня понимаешь? Я верю тебе, а ты поверь мне.

Энтони. Вам что-нибудь говорит это имя? А если так – Энтони Грас-Ад. Тоже ничего не говорит? Только олды вспомнят семейство Грас-Ад (привет Серена).

[dnshk]

ЛИСИЧКА В СМЕТАНЕЕЕЕ тгк: https://t.me/lalunafalsamr ( Зона вдохновения. )

[professionallydeadinside]

They start watching him closer, and while they see their dad a lot, as they keep watching...they see their mom in him. Like, a scary amount of their mom. Which doesn't make sense. Their mom only had them...right?

Then comes the first meeting.

The White Death is talking, almost happy, then he freezes, staring at Ladybug, who's stone faced and holding a gun to his father's face, furious at the thought of his father killing the little siblings he still loved.

"Лисичка?" (Lisichka, meaning little fox)

The gun's safety is clicked off. "Привет папа." (Hello father)

-Kirk anon

Sorry it's a lot of small thoughts but oughhh I'm thinking of this

[antiqueanimals]

Лисичка, иди играть! Illustrated by Valery Goshko. 1991.