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warnings: fem!reader, mention of sex / f1 masterlist

ㅤㅤㅤ౨ৎ 𝅄 ⠀⠀·⠀ 𓈒ㅤ the only one i tolerate ﹗

getting woken up quite early on a non-work day makes you want to rip who ever wakes you to shreads, but not when it's your sweet alex, who's excited for the breakfast he has made you

────── or in which I showcase the sunshine x grumpy!reader thrope again

In the middle of the bed, you peacefully sleep on your left side, white bed sheets spread all over your body, as soft snores fill the otherwise quiet room you shared with Alex. The sun has already risen about over an hour or so ago, waking him up; he had come to the great idea of making you breakfast that considered out of a spongy biscuit cake, which he had bought along his short run to the nearest park, and topped the plain bottom with whipped cream and strawberries, and self baked chocolate muffins with a drizzle of salty caramel.

Currently he places everything on a big wooden plate while he waits for the coffee to finish, your favourite mug in his hand to spill the caffeinated drink into it as soon as the bumbles shimmer and the machine dings.

Truthfully the thai is very excited for the small surprise of a breakfast in bed for you as he thinks, he hasn't had the time to fulfil the role of a caring boyfriend in the past few days — williams has him on the sim a lot, there's a shit ton of media work and on top of it all you work too, coming home when he's still out, resulting in you doing everything like mopping the floors, doing the dishes and other daily tasks. This shouldn't be it, he's home in England and Alex wants to show you his capabilities of being a doting boyfriend.

Grabbing the kettle, he fills the mug, puts it on the plate and takes the whole thing to the bedroom, where he places it down gently on your dresser before leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead.

You stir slightly, groaning softly against the pillow but the affection isn't enough to actually wake you up. So Alex lays on top of you, not quite laying as per se, he pushes himself up on his elbows, hovering over you to get better access to you; delicately he bumps his nose against yours before trailing his lips from the corner of your mouth to the soft spot behind your ear.

"What are you doing?", you grumble, voice low and thick because of the sleepy state you're in. It brings a genuine smile on your boyfriend lips, you feel it on your skin.

The hot breath of his fawns to your right ear. "Rise and shine, bunny", he coes happily.

Slowly you bring yourself to open your eyes as he buries his face into your smooth neck and his scent fills your nostrils; he smells of cinnamon and cayenne, rounded by an earthy hint of mos and bergamot, a scent that reminds you of home.

Alex is your home.

And then he unexpectedly bits down, not hard enough to make you tear but it sends a tingle though your body and amuses you. Normally you're the one bitting his neck.

"If you don't wake up right now, I'll lick you", he states, and your mind immediately wanders to last night where he did the licking, just far more south down your body. Surly, your boyfriend notices the flutter of your lashes and the heat that spreads all over your face. "Not like that, but we can definitely make that happen, bunny. After breakfast."

"Stop being such a menace, Al", is all you whine.

"But I'm having fun", there's a pout upon his face.

This pulls a tiny smile on your lips, and without missing a beat Alex bits on your pulse point, gaining a moan, one that he can't point if it's because of you lusty mood or the brooding of upset. In the end he does care how you took it, and he's greeted with your eyes closed and mouth open as heavy breaths glide though your throat — clearly, you are turned on from his teasing and he won't mind interluding you to have sex. But as he has said minutes ago, you have breakfast to eat first. The coffee is probably lukewarm now at best.

Alas, this gives him the kick to move, pulling your legs with him to make you sit upright. "Outrageous, can't let me sleep peacefully", you moan again, this time reasoning with slight irritation. Nevertheless you crash your lips on Alex', probing the tip of your tongue against his lips to ask for the allowance of a french kiss. He does, hands raising from his lap to run around your throat, and you cherish the pressure he puts on.

Sadly, the kiss doesn't last long as Alex breaks apart from you, and grabs around you, reaching for the plate, you only see now after opening your lids and actually inspect the room. "Oh Alex, you're definitely getting a blowie. This looks so good. Did you make them?", you question in genuine happiness, muffin in one hand while the other picks up your mug. The combined smells of bitterness and sweetness urges you to dig in, no patience for the response.

Alex, who heard your promise, chokes on spit but quickly recovers. "The muffins, yes, bunny, I did. Only the best for my girl", the thai shares, before adding with a cheeky smirk, "Don't get soft on me, can't handle you being not grumpy."

"Shut up, Alexander."

"That's more like it."

[e-dubbc11]

Hi, Ericca! 😘 I was looking your prompt lists, and was thinking how about: "your scream is kind of cute I’m sorry." With Billy from the spooky prompts list?

Love ya girl, I know it takes a lot of energy to write, so take your time.

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My dear Katherine,

Thank you for being such a good friend to me, for sending this in and for participating in my follower celebration. I love you to pieces and I hope you like what I did here 💜 Thank you again my friend!

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Scream

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: A few swear words, small jump scare but mostly fluffy bunnies and unicorns. And alluding to smexy time.

Word Count: 1.5K-ish

Summary: You and Billy are looking for very specific costumes to wear to a Halloween party

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“We don’t have a yard, sweet girl. Where are we gonna put that?” Asked Billy, pointing at the giant 12-foot skeleton. “And I can justify a LOT of purchases, but I can’t justify that and only keep it out for Halloween.”

Pleading with him, you said, “But it doesn’t have to be JUST for Halloween! We can put strings of lights on him for Christmas time and a Santa hat, bunny ears for Easter, ooh an Uncle Sam hat for 4th of July! It will fit inside the penthouse, pleeeeeeease!”

You knew he wasn’t buying it but he really loved to watch you beg.

“We’re supposed to be looking for costumes, baby.” Said Billy.

Defeated, you hung your head and replied, “Okaaaaaay. Can I look around on this side for a few more minutes and I’ll meet you on the other side where the costumes are? Pleeeeeease?”

Looking up into his onyx colored eyes, you playfully batted your eyelashes at him. Billy’s lips curled into a slight smile and he slowly shook his head. You knew he would do anything for you and if you wanted to stay there all day, he would do it and he’d do it happily.

If it put a smile on your face, then it was all worth it to him.

Playfully, he rolled his eyes and said, “Alright, beautiful. Come find me when you’re done, ok?”

Biting back a smile, you said “Thank you, handsome. I won’t take too long.”

Billy placed his hand on the small of your back, guided you closer to him and softly touched his lips to yours. He tasted like raw sugar and black coffee as the bristles of his beard tickled your chin.

The woody fragrance of his cologne rushed past your nose as you caught the top notes of lavender, bergamot, cardamom, and violet leaf. His scent was addictive, you couldn’t get enough and almost made you not want to walk away from him.

“You better not. I’ll come find you if you’re gone too long.” Joked Billy with a wink.

He kissed you on the forehead and you watched him walk over to the other side of the store. For the Halloween party, you were doing a couple’s costume. Billy’s costume was easy enough; he was going to be Joe DiMaggio but you were going as Marilyn Monroe and needed to find the perfect white dress and wig.

The two of you had already been to three stores looking for the perfect dress but none of them had one so you just needed a little bit of a break before starting to look again.

This shop had everything from table cloths, dishes, unique candy bowls, to gorgeous centerpieces and candelabras. Halloween style wreaths and lawn decorations were at the front of the store. This place had everything you could possibly want to decorate the house for Halloween.

Billy did have a point about the larger decorations. No one in Manhattan had a lawn or a balcony big enough to put some of these. The penthouse did have nice high ceilings and the 12-foot skeleton would definitely fit inside but he had to say “no” sometimes.

Meticulously, you combed over what seemed like every decoration they had in the shop and after looking at your watch, you realized that you had been looking around for 30 minutes and wouldn’t be surprised if Billy left. You told him you would only be gone for a few minutes.

Rushing over to the other side, you found the store owner.

“Excuse me, sir. Have you seen my boyfriend by any chance? He’s tall, handsome with dark brown hair and brown eyes?” You asked.

He smiled and asked you, “Is your name, y/n?”

You nodded.

“He’s around somewhere, Miss. But he did leave this for you to try on. He mentioned the two of you were going to a party dressed as Marilyn and Joe DiMaggio.” He said.

It looked exactly like the one she wore in The Seven Year Itch. An ivory halter style, plunging neckline cocktail dress with a softly pleated skirt; a small neat bow was tied on the side at the waist and reached to about mid-calf; it was perfect. You delicately ran your fingers over the smooth fabric as a slight smile stretched across your lips.

Billy found the dress you wanted.

“It’s beautiful.” You said.

The owner replied, “I knew I had one. It’s pretty much an exact replica. Go try it on and I’ll see if I can find him for ya.”

You thanked him, picked up the dress off of the counter and headed for the fitting room. After pulling up the zipper and fastening the buttons behind your neck, you stood in front of the mirror for a few minutes, twirling and looking at yourself from different angles just in complete awe of how gorgeous the dress was; you felt confident and beautiful in it.

The owner called out to you again.

“Miss, there is a 3-way mirror out here if you’d like to get a better look.” He said.

Making one small adjustment before exiting the dressing room, you slid the curtain to one side and came face to face with a figure in the Ghostface mask and black robe from the movie Scream and scream you did which probably could have been heard by everyone walking by outside.

A muffled laugh could be heard from behind the mask. You knew that laugh. “It’s just me, baby. It’s just me!” Said Billy, trying to stop himself from laughing as he took off the mask.

You playfully slapped him on the shoulder.

“BILLY!! You scared the shit outta me!!” You yelled.

The smile he had on his face stretched from ear to ear.

“I can see that, sweet girl. I told you I’d come find you if you were gone too long.” Said Billy.

As you tried to catch your breath, you felt like your heart was in your throat and it was also beating rapidly. You could feel your chest expand and contract in conjunction with your shallow breathing.

“YOU are not funny, Billy Russo!” You yelled, turned on your heels and walked back into the fitting room to take the dress off, closing the curtain in his face.

Billy stood outside the fitting room as you changed, apologizing profusely but you ignored him and after you changed back into your clothes, you continued to ignore him.

Silently, he took the dress from your arms and paid for it along with the baseball uniform costume he found. All he needed now was a DiMaggio jersey.

“Did he make you a part of his little prank?” You asked the owner, trying to bite back your smile.

He nodded. You could tell he felt a little bad; you did let out a scream loud enough to wake the dead.

“Well…thank you for the dress. It’s perfect.” You said softly.

You knew it was just a joke but that didn’t make it any less humiliating and on the way home, you gave Billy the silent treatment.

“You gonna give me the silent treatment all the way home, baby?” Asked Billy, stealing glances at you as he drove. “Come on, my love. I said I was sorry.”

With a scowl on your face, you continued to look out at the city patrons quickly whirring by on the busy New York City sidewalks.

The elevator ride up to the penthouse was quiet. Billy didn’t like it when you were mad at him but you weren’t exactly mad, you were mostly embarrassed and to get scared all the way down to your soul like that was mortifying more than anything, especially in front of strangers.

“Thank you for my dress, Billy.” You suddenly said after a long period of silence.

Billy tossed the garment bags with the costumes in it onto a chair and replied with a warm smile, “You’re welcome, sweet girl. Ya done bein’ mad at me?”

“I wasn’t…THAT mad at you.” You said, shyly.

“Your fiery glare suggests otherwise, my love.” Said Billy, pulling you in close by the waist.

Hesitantly, you snaked your arms around his neck as your nails gently scratched the back of his head.

“I’m sorry, handsome. You really got me good and I guess I was just embarrassed.” You said, averting his gaze.

You could feel him smiling down at you.

“Look at me, sweet girl.” He purred. “I just think your scream is kind of cute, I’m sorry.” He shrugged.

The corners of your mouth slowly curled into a smile.

“You are so full of shit, Billy. I’m already in love with you so you don’t have to make up bullshit like ‘your scream is kind of cute’ to get me to fall for you, ya know.” You said with a chuckle.

His lips were suddenly on yours, crushing them and his kisses were all tongue and teeth as you felt a tremor of pleasure in between your thighs. Billy nipped at the soft skin of your neck, making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

He whispered against your mouth, “I love you too, baby. And I really do think your scream is cute.” Biting down on his lower lip, his gaze raked over you as he asked, “So do you think I could make you scream in a…different way?”

As you clenched your thighs together, you drew in a sharp breath, kissed him again and replied, “I thought you’d never ask.”

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In that third drawer of my desk, beside the letters and the book, there are a pair of portraits. One is of my brother and I, before he went to sea, and it is… a strange feeling, to see him again. To recognise yourself in the features of someone you lost, so long ago; someone who you have loved for so much longer. A lifelong grief, recurring---a memory of a memory of a memory, and yet still it slices the same, even after all this time. Like an intake of breath, the shiver of realisation; what you thought you had forgotten, and what you’d sworn you’d never lose. My brother's eyes---they are always so startlingly blue. Vanilla, Bergamot by @evilbunnyking

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Words borrowed from other languages in English

Very incomplete list, based mostly on The Languages of the World (3rd ed.), Kenneth Katzner, 2002 + a heavy use of Wiktionary. some notes:

Many of these words have passed through multiple languages on their way to English (e.g. Persian -> Arabic -> Spanish -> French -> English); in that case I usually list them under the first language that used them in the same acception as English.

I generally don't include words whose ancestors already existed in Middle English, unless their origin was exotic enough to be interesting.

The vast majority of borrowings are terms very specific to their culture of origin; I generally only include those that are either very well known amng English-speakers, or of general use outside that culture.

INDO-EUROPEAN FAMILY (West and South Eurasia)

Hellenic Greek: angel, chronometer, democracy, encyclopedia, geography, graphic, hieroglyphic, homogeneous, hydraulic, meter, microscope, monarchy, philosophy, phobia, photography, telephone, and way too many other scientific or technical terms to count

Germanic Afrikaans: aardvark, apartheid, fynbos, rooibos, springbok, trek, veld, wildebeest Danish: Lego, simper Dutch: brandy, bumpkin, coleslaw, cookie, deck, dock, dollar, freight, furlough, hodgepodge, landscape, maelstrom, noodle, Santa Claus, waffle, walrus, yacht German: aurochs, bildungsroman, blitzkrieg, cobalt, dachsund, eigenvector, ersatz, gestalt, glockenspiel, hamburger, hinterland, kindergarten, kohlrabi, lager, poodle, quark, sauerkraut, wanderlust, yodel, zeitgeist Icelandic: eider, geyser Norwegian: auk, fjord, krill, lemming, narwhal, slalom, troll Swedish: lek, mink, ombudsman, rutabaga, smorgasbord, tungsten Yiddish: bupkis, chutzpah, kvetch, putz, schlemiel, schmaltz, schmooze, schtick, spiel, tchotchke

Slavic Czech: robot Russian: fedora, glasnost, intelligentsia, kefir, mammoth, pogrom, samizdat, steppe, sputnik, troika, tsar, vodka Serbo-Croat: cravat, paprika

Celtic [many of these words are shared between the two languages] Irish: bog, galore, gaol, geas, glen, orrery, shamrock, slob, whiskey Scottish Gaelic: bard, bunny, cairn, clan, loch, ptarmigan, ?scone, slogan

Italic-Romance †Latin: [way too many] French: [way too many] Italian: allegro, aria, balcony, bandit, bravo, calamari, casino, cello, chiaroscuro, crescendo, contraband, contrapposto, fresco, gazette, ghetto, gusto, inferno, lagoon, lava, mafia, malaria, pants, quarantine, tempo, umbrella, vendetta, volcano Portuguese: baroque, brocade, cachalot, cobra, creole, flamingo, petunia, pimento, zebra Spanish: abalone, armadillo, bolas, bonanza, canyon, cargo, chupacabra, cigar, cilantro, embargo, gaucho, guerrilla, junta, manta, mesa, mosquito, mustang, patio, pueblo, rodeo, siesta, tornado, vanilla

Iranian Persian: bazaar, caravan, checkmate, chess, crimson, dervish, divan, jackal, jasmine, khaki, kiosk, lemon, lilac, musk, orange, pajama, paradise, satrap, shawl, taffeta

Indo-Aryan †Sanskrit: brahmin, Buddha, chakra, guru, karma, mantra, opal, swastika, yoga Bengali: dinghy, jute, nabob Hindi: bandana, bungalow, cheetah, chintz, chutney, coolie, cot, dungaree, juggernaut, lacquer, loot, rajah, pundit, shampoo, tom-tom, thug, veranda Marathi: mongoose Romani: hanky-panky, pal, shiv Sinhalese: anaconda, beriberi, serendipity, tourmaline

DRAVIDIAN FAMILY (Southern India)

Kannada: bamboo Malayalam: atoll, calico, copra, jackfruit, mahogany, mango, pagoda, teak Tamil: curry, mulligatawny, pariah Telugu: bandicoot

URALIC FAMILY (Northern Eurasia)

Finnic Finnish: sauna Saami: tundra

Samoyedic Nenets: parka

Ugric Hungarian: biro, coach, goulash, hussar, puszta, tokay

VASCONIC FAMILY (Northern Pirenees)

Basque: chaparral, chimichurri, silhouette

TURKIC FAMILY (Central Eurasia)

†Old Turkic: cossack, yurt Tatar: ?stramonium Turkish: baklava, balaclava, bergamot, caftan, caviar, harem, janissary, kebab, kismet, minaret, pastrami, sherbet, tulip, yoghurt Yakut: taiga

MONGOLIC FAMILY (Mongolia and surrounding areas)

Mongol: horde, khan, ?valerian

SINO-TIBETAN FAMILY (China and Southeast Asia)

Tibeto-Burman Burmese: ?marzipan Tibetan: lama, panda, tulpa, yak, yeti

Sinitic [Chinese languages closely related, not always clear from which a borrowing comes] Hokkien: ?ketchup, sampan, tea Mandarin: chi, dao, dazibao, gung-ho, kaolin, oolong, shaolin, shanghai, yin-yang Min Nan: nunchaku Yue (Cantonese): chop suey, dim sum, kowtow, kumquat, lychee, shar-pei, ?typhoon, wok

TUNGUSIC FAMILY (Eastern Siberia)

Evenki: pika, shaman

KOREANIC FAMILY (Koreas)

Korean: bulgogi, chaebol, hantavirus, kimchi, mukbang, taekwondo

JAPONIC FAMILY (Japan)

Japanese: banzai, bonsai, dojo, emoji, geisha, ginkgo, hikikomori, honcho, ikebana, kamikaze, karaoke, koi, kudzu, manga, origami, pachinko, rickshaw, sake, samurai, sensei, soy, sushi, tofu, tsunami, tycoon, zen

AUSTRONESIAN FAMILY (maritime Southeast Asia and Oceania)

Western Malayan Javanese: ?junk [ship] Malay: amok, cockatoo, compound [building], cootie, durian, kapok, orangutan, paddy, pangolin, rattan, sarong

Barito Malagasy: raffia

Phlippinic Cebuano: dugong Ilocano: yo-yo Tagalog: boondocks

Oceanic Hawai'ian: aloha, hula, luau, poi, wiki Maori: kauri, kiwi, mana, weta Marshallese: bikini Tahitian: pareo, tattoo Tongan: taboo

TRANS-NEW GUINEAN FAMILY (New Guinea)

Fore: kuru

PAMA-NYUNGAN FAMILY (Australia)

Dharug: boomerang, corroboree, dingo, koala, wallaby, wobbegong, wombat, woomera Guugu Yimithirr: kangaroo, quoll Nyungar: dunnart, gidgee, quokka Pitjantjatjara: Uluru Wathaurong: bunyip Wiradjuri: kookaburra Yagara: dilly bag

AFRO-ASIATIC FAMILY (North Africa and Near East)

Coptic: adobe

Berber Tachelhit: argan

Semitic †Punic: Africa Arabic: albatross, alchemy, alcohol, alcove, alfalfa, algebra, alkali, amber, arsenal, artichoke, assassin, candy, coffee, cotton, elixir, gazebo, gazelle, ghoul, giraffe, hashish, harem, magazine, mattress, monsoon, sofa, sugar, sultan, syrup, tabby, tariff, zenith, zero Hebrew: amen, behemoth, cabal, cherub, hallelujah, kibbutz, kosher, manna, myrrh, rabbi, sabbath, Satan, seraph, shibboleth

NIGER-CONGO FAMILY (Subsaharan Africa)

unknown: cola, gorilla, tango

Senegambian Wolof: banana, fonio, ?hip, ?jigger [parasite], karite, ?jive, yam

Gur-Adamawa Ngbandi: Ebola

Kwa Ewe: voodoo

Volta-Niger Igbo: okra Yoruba: gelee [headgear], mambo, oba, orisha

Cross River Ibibio: calypso

Bantu Lingala: basenji Kikongo: ?chimpanzee, ?macaque, ?zombie Kimbundu: ?banjo, Candomblé, gumbo, macumba, tanga Swahili: askari, Jenga, kwanzaa, safari Xhosa: Ubuntu Zulu: impala, mamba, vuvuzela

KHOE-KWADI FAMILY (Southwest Africa)

Khoekhoe (Hottentot): gnu, kudu, quagga

ESKIMO-ALEUT FAMILY (Arctic America)

Greenlandic Inuit: igloo, kayak Inuktikut: nunatak

ALGIC FAMILY (Eastern Canada and northeast USA)

†Proto-Algonquin: moccasin, opossum, skunk Cree: muskeg, pemmican Mikmaq: caribou, toboggan Montagnais: husky Narragansett: ?powwow, sachem Ojibwe: chipmunk, totem, wendigo, woodchuck Powhatan: persimmon, raccoon

SALISHAN FAMILY (Pacific coast at the USA-Canada border)

Chehalis: chinook Halkomelem: sasquatch Lushootseed: geoduck

IROQUOIAN FAMILY (Eastern North America)

Cherokee: sequoia

SIOUAN FAMILY (Central USA)

Lakota: teepee

MUSKOGEAN FAMILY (Southeast USA)

Choctaw: bayou

UTO-AZTECAN FAMILY (Southwest USA and north Mexico)

Nahuatl: atlatl, avocado, chili, cocoa, coyote, chocolate, guacamole, hoazin, mesquite, ocelot, quetzal, tamale, tegu, tomato O'odham (Pima): jojoba Shoshone: chuckwalla Yaqui: ?saguaro

MAYAN FAMILY (Southern Mexico and Guatemala)

Yucatec Maya: cenote, Chicxulub

ARAWAKAN FAMILY (Caribbeans and South America)

†Taino: barbecue, cannibal, canoe, cassava, cay, guava, hammock, hurricane, iguana, maize, manatee, mangrove, maroon, potato, savanna, tobacco Arawak: papaya

CARIBAN FAMILY (Caribbean coast of South America)

unknown: curare Galibi Carib: caiman, chigger, pawpaw, peccary, yucca

QUECHUAN FAMILY (Andes)

Quechua: ?Andes, caoutchouc, coca, condor, guano, jerky, llama, mate, poncho, puma, quinine, vicuna

AYMARAN FAMILY (Andes)

Aymara: alpaca, chinchilla

TUPIAN FAMILY (Brazil)

[borrowings are often shared between these two languages] †Old Tupi: ananas, arowana, Cayenne [pepper], jaguar, manioc, piranha, tapioca Guarani: cougar, maracuja, Paraguay, petunia, toucan

CREOLE LANGUAGES (worldwide, mixed origin)

English-derived Chinese Pidgin English: chopstick, long time no see, pidgin, taipan Jamaican Creole: dreadlocks, reggae

Chinook-derived Chinook Jargon: potlatch

EDIT 08-01-24: added lots more examples, especially African, Asian, and North American languages. Still not done. EDIT 17-01-24: finished adding examples, more or less. EDIT: 18-02-24: apparently not (cheetah). EDIT: 20-05-24: nope (mosquito); 30-06-24: jerky, mukbang, cello, glockenspiel, hodgepodge; 06-06-25: marzipan, lagoon, contraband, artichoke

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New Releases Nov. 28, 2023

Anyhow, the Rabbit Is Infatuated with the Puppy by Nie

Office worker Usagi Akira lives for two things: shojo manga, and the spare moments when he can log into his favorite MMO, Tail Earth. There, his avatar is a beautiful bunny girl, and he's able to go on adventures with the charming wolf-boy Gakuto. When Gakuto asks if Akira wants to meet up IRL, Akira agrees. Sparks fly between the two guys--so Akira and Gakuto decide to date. Neither has much experience when it comes to romance, but these two are eager to figure it out together!

Bergamot & Sunny Day by Lyee Kitahala

Café worker Riku has just been dumped... again. Despite always giving relationships his all, Riku can't seem to ever make it past the three-month milestone in any relationship. And then there's Josh, the handsome, wealthy owner of the café who seems to have it all together. When Riku wakes up in Josh's bed after what he can only assume is a consolation rebound, Josh shockingly suggests continuing a no-strings-attached fling.

Fooling around with a rich man... will they drink champagne in a jacuzzi? Riku has no idea, but he's not going to turn it down!

This therapeutic BL features the ideal man who will pamper and spoil his love!

Heaven Official's Blessing: Tian Guan Ci Fu (novel) vol. 8 by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu

FINAL VOLUME!

White No-Face’s mask is off, and the final conflict has begun. Deep in the ancient caverns and lava flows of Mount Tonglu, Xie Lian must face the one whose hatred has followed him for centuries—but this time, he won’t have to do it alone. Hua Cheng has spent his long existence amassing the power to protect his beloved Xie Lian, and with their feelings for each other out in the open, he’s found even more reason to fight and survive. In this thrilling final volume, can Xie Lian and Hua Cheng overcome the last hurdles in the way of their love?

Also included in this final volume are five short stories that expand and continue the story. Enjoy these extra tales of holiday festivities, bedside comfort, and even a birthday bash!

Limited Edition (one printing only!) of the NEW YORK TIMES BEST SELLER! The blockbuster danmei/Boys' Love novels from China that inspired the animated series!

This limited Special Edition contains the Standard Edition, but with bonus merchandise shrinkwrapped to the book: a set of eight postcards, a double-sided bookmark, two folded mini posters, a sticker sheet, a lined notebook, and a papercraft standee. Don't miss the new art from guest artists included in this special merch!

Sailor Moon Naoko Takeuchi Collection vol. 5 features story and art by Naoko Takeuchi

Features the updated translation and high page count of the Sailor Moon Eternal Edition in a more affordable, portable edition. Perfect to go wherever you or the magical guardian in your life want to take it!

Teenager Usagi is not the best athlete, she’s never gotten good grades, and, well, she’s a bit of a crybaby. But when she meets a talking cat, she begins a journey that will teach her she has a well of great strength just beneath the surface and the heart to inspire and stand up for her friends as Sailor Moon!

Training Mister Sakurada by Kaya Azuma

Hajime Sakurada is thirsty—for a girlfriend and a good time. He can't get enough of women, even though they've been steadily losing interest in him since his playboy days in his 20s. The new junior in his department, Seiichiro Mibu, is hogging all the babes and the promotions, and worse, he's such a great guy, Sakurada can't even summon any jealousy. But when Sakurada awakens in a love hotel, all tied up, it's Mibu who strolls through the door. He's got a shocking revelation and plans to ruin Sakurada's whole week with a marathon of kink play and revenge! What's Sakurada to do, especially once he begins to enjoy it?

[warrior-names]

Prefixes/Suffixes for WindClan Cats

Words from things that can't be found in North America or Europe aren't included; this list is made based on WindClan territory, culture, & prey.

85+ prefixes and 35+ suffixes under the cut!

Prefixes

A

Adder-

Ambrosia-

Anemone-

Ant-

Ash-

Asphodel-

B

Badger-

Bee-

Bergamot-

Berry-

Bird-

Bloom-

Blossom-

Bluebell-

Bracken-

Bramble-

Breeze-

Bunny-

Buttercup-

Butterfly-

C

Clover-

Cotton-

Cow-

Coyote-

Cranberry-

D

Daisy-

Dandelion-

Dew-

Dewberry-

F

Feather-

Fog-

G

Gale-

Goldenrod-

Gorse-

Grass-

Grasshopper-

Grouse-

Gust-

H

Hare-

Heather-

Hen-

Honey-

L

Lilac-

M

Mallow-

Meadow-

Mint-

Mole-

Moon-

Mouse-

Moth-

Mud-

Myrtle-

N

Nest-

O

Oat-

Orchid-

Owl-

Oxeye-

P

Pipit-

Plover-

Pollen-

Poppy-

Q

Quail-

Quick-

R

Rabbit-

Rockrose-

Running-

Rush-

S

Salsify-

Sedge-

Seed-

Sheep-

Shrub-

Skunk-

Sorrel-

Stoat-

Sunflower-

Sweet-

Swift-

T

Thistle-

Trefoil-

Thistle-

Violet-

W

Warbler-

Wren-

Y

Yarrow-

Suffixes

B

berry

bird

bloom

blossom

breeze

burrow

C

cloud

D

down

F

feather

field

flight

fluff

fog

foot

G

gale

gust

H

hollow

L

leap

M

meadow

moon

P

puff

R

rain

runner

S

seed

shrub

T

thistle

tunnel

W

wing

[emeraldlotusdivination]

March 20th brings us the highly anticipated Spring Equinox. During this time we honor the Maiden archetype as she blesses us with new beginnings, growth, innocence, and a childlike whimsy.

Although many witches begin celebrating spring at Imbolc (February 1), the celebration of Ostara (March 20) typically feels more like spring for most of us in the northern hemisphere and therefore has become a beloved holiday by many modern witches.

Here are some things you can do to celebrate Ostara:

(in no particular order)

Spring clean your home with the intention of getting rid of old energy & allowing new.

Declutter your technology (cellphone, computer, tablet) by deleting files

& organizing.

Use egg (or egg substitutes) in some of your cooking to honor the symbol of fertility, new beginnings, and continuing life.

Find ways to connect with & honor your inner child.

Plant seeds in a garden or if it's too cold: plan your spring garden, plant indoor herbs, repot or fertilize your current plants.

Diffuse or use essential oils that represent spring like Lavender, Bergamot, Lemon, Jasmine, etc.

Find ways to connect with nature.

Look for signs of spring as you spend time in nature (walk, picnic, bike ride, etc.)

Incorporate spring in your home by having fresh cut florals (tulips, daffodils, hyacinth, etc.)

Create an Ostara altar to honor the energy. Consider using pastel colors, baskets, greenery, spring flowers, soil, honey, or eggs. Incorporate animal figures such as ladybugs, bunnies, chicks, butterfly, caterpillars, frogs.

[rakiah]

✨Incoming New Merch!✨

Linked keychains will be available at the Dokomi (3J32 & 3J30 booth! Find Gunpy!) and later at my shop! (っ˘ω˘ς)

Each keychain can be bought separately or with another one other than the one proposed on the visual exemple of course ✨

[animechaospandaalexa]

I tried to get the clock off my lock screen put I love him! He always gonna be on my lock screen. Thank you @rakiah ! Everyone go check her out! She make amazing things! Alos check out her shop. Her Patron is amazing to!

Patron

[eatyourheartvalentine]

Soo... Question ya know how everyone has like there own scent what would the guys smell like..?🐽👀 lol! Am just curious ..!! I hope my Question doesn't seem. weird 😭 (like cologne perfume??)

-poppy flower anon

🏵️

Fun fact! Mod Bunni has anosmia, which means she has no sense of smell. So Mod Cat will be taking care of this one!

Allar— definitely has sweet tones to him. He doesn't like to have his natural scent stick out often, so he uses sweet perfumes like candy or pastries. Cotton candy is the main scent he usually uses!

Louie— he uses cheap colognes most of the time. Nothing that assaults the nostrils, though. Bergamot, oak, stuff like that. But it barely covers up the smell of smoke that lingers on his clothing.

Mica— uses expensive and very niche colognes. Definitely the type to use cologne that has a rusty undertone. Sanguine. Usually smells very good and fresh!

Josh— probably has the most "masculine" scent out of these guys! He also uses cheap cologne, but the type that doesn't fully cover up his natural musk. Not in a gross way, though!

And just for fun, I picked out some perfumes/colognes that I think they'd smell most like!

Allar: Age of Innocence Top notes: bubblegum, cotton candy, strawberry

Heart notes: metal screech, rubber, gasoline, rose, car seats

Base notes: aquilaria malaccensis (natural oud), Haitian vetiver, cade, cedar

Heart notes: Marine Note, Jasmine, Rose, Iris

Last Birthday Cake Top notes: Blinding Light, Milk, Wick, Instant Cocoa, Peace Lilly, Bitter Almond, Cork, Malt

Heart notes: Armagnac, Stollen Cake, Brown Sugar, Vanilla Custard, Tonka Beans, Benzoin, Sweet Clover

Base notes: Rope Necklace, Chekhov’s Gun, Styrax, Skin, Tolu Balsam, Incense, Bran Absolute, Papyrus

Louie: Né il Giorno Né L'ora Top notes: Sandalwood, Tonka Bean, Amber, Musc

Base notes: Lemon, Bergamot, Cardamom, Galbanum, Cedar, Lily of the Valley

But Not Today Top notes: Bergamot, Artemisia, Lavender, Lemon

Heart notes: Styrax, Cascarilla, Rosemary, Calamus

Mica: Inexcusable Evil Top notes: gunpowder, ozone

Base notes: Angelica, Sandalwood, Oak Moss, Galbanum Resin, Amber, Musk

Heart notes: blood, bandages, iodine, burning flowers, guaiac wood, copaiba oil, nagarmotha

Base notes: fallen concrete, rain, incense, sandalwood

Baby Vamp Top notes: orchid

Heart notes: Smoke, blood

Base notes: Labdanum, tonka bean

Josh: Reliqvia Top notes: Patchouli, Incense, Cashmere Wood, Guaiac Wood, Sandalwood

Heart notes: Orange blossom, Scots pine, Cloves, Lentisk, Amyris

Base notes: Elemi, Sweet Orange, Black Currant, Nutmeg, Smoke Notes, Tobacco Leaves

Chameleon Top Notes: Bergamot, Lemon, Madagascar Ylang Ylang, Mango, Pink Pepper, Star Fruit, Violet Leaves

Heart Notes: Cashmeran, Clove, Coconut, Frangipani, Jasmine, Saffron, Salty Skin Accord, Sea Breeze

Base Notes: Amber, Woods, Musk, Opoponax, Patchouli, Sandalwood, Vanilla, Vetiver

[praedetor]

CLOSED.       ↷     aria    +    beckett       —   -     later   in   the   evening    @    the   armoury.   june   22nd,   1977.

tumult   becomes   tempest       —       storm   that   started   brewing   the   minute   red    +    blue   began   to   blink,   casting   seven   shadows   in   techicolour    /    reaches   its   crescendo   several   hours   later,   returned    unceremoniously    to   𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐   𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍’𝚜   𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚝   𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜.       (    she’d   woken   up   early,   too:   watched   the   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐒   of   early   hours   fade,   tracked   the   way   blinding   disc   rose.   it   feels   like   a   fucking   waste   of   a   morning   now.    )       cue   the   thick   of   it:    thunder   rumbles,   lightning   crackles,   𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐   𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋   𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐   is   fired   at   skewered   target,   like   shooting   the   everloving   shit   out   of   it   can   erase   the   feeling   of   utter   failure   that   swallows   her   like    𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗱.   weapon   discarded,   lithe   frame   is   now   slumped   on   the   floor   sipping    (    read:   chugging    )    wine   that   sends   her   head   spinning       …       she’d   be   content   with   it,    the   resignment,   if   the   sound   of   featherlight   steps   echoed    +    the   unmistakeable   fragrance   hadn't wafted   in.    fucking   bergamot   and   mandarin. “       you   survived.       ”       tone   doesn’t   waver,   flat    +    unaffected   by   the   quirk   of   one   thick   brow       ;       the   water   bottle   she   grips   belies   the   fact   that   it’s   not    hydration    she   seeks.       (       water   isn’t   the   colour   of   odysseus’   sea.   neither   does   it   share   the   same   𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐘   that’s   stained   the   crescents   where   her   teeth   have   sunk   in.    thank   the   gods   for   bunny   hopewell   -   ward.       )       aria   doesn’t   quite   look   at   beckett,   doesn’t   raise   a   gaze   so   resolutely   aimed   at   the   floor       /       sullen   girl,   indulging   in   a   good   old   -   fashioned   wallow   for   the   second   day   in   a   row.       “       heard   it   was   a   close   call.       ”

[sstrawberri-sugarr]

The Bratz Girls As Scent Notes

I'm trying to make candles based off of the bratz girls and sell them on etsy. Here's my idea for each one. I will also post when each one is up on my etsy shop. (I might change them but this is just what I thought of)

Yasmin

What It Smells Like: A Pretty Princess

Top Note: Fresh Pear

Heart Note: Jasmine

Base Note: Sandalwood

Cloe

What It Smells Like: An Angel

Top Note: Blueberry

Heart Note: Orchid

Base Note: Vanilla Bean

Sasha

What It Smells Like: A Bunny Boo

Top Note: Bergamot

Heart Note: Rose

Base Note: Amber

Jade

What It Smells Like: A Kool Kat

Top Note: Green Apple

Heart Note: Bamboo

Base Note: Musk

[crystalmannequin]

a little ebony rabbit adorned with a crimson ribbon hopped up to the warrior. its appearance & energy are curiously innocent despite the powers of chaos flowing through its veins. it had a letter in its mouth! "for you! for you!" it chirped like a child, sweetly, setting it down & hopping away in a puff of smoke. the contents of the message held the fragrance of roses & bergamot; vestiges of the bunny's masters perfume.

dear warrior,

you may not feel this way but i have quite enjoyed our little spats. i doubt you understand what i am talking about & yet, i still felt it necessary to mention. so, i had to tell you. i like you. i want you. your death won't satisfy me at all since you do not bleed so easily. i prefer my hands stained with blood. but i always treasure a good doll, a gracious puppet. once you are broken enough, i want to keep you! i will mend & mend & mend & mend you each & every time you get a little crack.

be my pet ~ Fina ❤️

The Warrior of Light considered the letter at his feet for a moment, glancing up as the rabbit disappeared in a smoky haze before returning his gaze to the correspondence before him. Clearly, it was some kind of trap - chaos had all but emanated from the little conjuration sent to deliver the letter, and it took no preternatural senses to divine that an animal shouldn't be speaking or evaporating into dark clouds. It would be smartest to produce a Red Fang and burn the letter right where it sat before whatever hex was woven into the paper got triggered.

Naturally, the Warrior leaned down and picked it up, holding it gingerly at the edges. It was late at night; having volunteered for watch, as he usually did, and refraining from waking his companions up for their own turns as he ought, he was the only one awake. It would be a struggle to see anything in the inky blackness where only monsters were at home, but the moonlight fell neatly over their camp, and it was just bright enough to read by. An odd spot of luck.

"... What?" He muttered quietly, vexed, as he scanned through the letter's contents. Of course, he didn't need the signature at the bottom to place the sender in his mind - it was the sorceress that Garland ... employed? Employed. The manner in which it was written, and even the method of delivery were obvious enough to act as their own calling cards. While he couldn't care less for whatever nonsense she saddled him with during any one of their usual encounters, this was ...

Begrudgingly, he had to admit she was correct in her forewarning. He didn't understand what he was supposed to glean from this at all. Nor what response she expected. Not only was the concept of an enemy liking him in any way strange and unreasonable - he was opposing her, after all, and she him. Fondness would make it unnecessarily difficult to do such a thing - but the rest was equally as unbelievable.

He could understand that someone might enjoy battle, as it seemed to be the very impetus of some peoples' existence - and there was no other reason, because he did not enjoy fighting no matter how often he was accused of it, he did not - but why was the bloodshed important? Was it not the act of engaging in combat itself that would prove most satisfying? Apparently not for the witch. Perhaps it was because she was a mage. They weren't very inclined towards physicality.

It was the final suggestion and contention of the letter that made him strongly consider balling it up and crushing it under his boot. He didn't do that, but only because it would be loud and might wake up one of his more light-sleeping comrades. She wanted to keep - what did she think he was? An object? He was a human. He supposed it was metaphorical, like how he recalled some of Chaos' warriors referred to their counterparts. Even so, it made him uncomfortable.

"What kind of folderol ...?" He shouldn't even grace it with a response. Still, instead of disposing of the letter as he very much wanted to, the Warrior folded up the paper and slipped it into his belongings.

It unsettled him deeply; not even anything Garland had ever said to him elicited such a feeling. So he wouldn't destroy it. He didn't have many things that could inspire intense emotions like that, even if they were unarguably negative.

But he had absolutely no interest in Fina's deranged proposition.