#Olive Oil for Hair Loss

[wetanddrypersonalcare]

Happy World Olive Day

Happy World Olive Day, guys!

Read our blog on to learn all about olive oil (aka rogan jaitun), an essential component of the Mediterranean diet. Studies show that Mediterranean people are at a reduced risk of chronic ailments like heart diseases and even certain cancers. They also have an increased life expectancy despite high fat consumption, and have a healthier and shiny skin and hair.

[theambitiouswoman]

Get beautiful hair with natural oils 🎀

Amla oil: Rich in antioxidants. Reverses damage in cells.

Lavender oil: improves micro circulation.

Rosemary oil: stimulates roots, improves circulation, darkens hair.

Coconut oil: contains lactic acid which reduces protein loss from hair and makes it stronger.

Olive oil: prevents hair damage and adds volume.

Castor oil: contains ricinoleic that boosts hair growth.

Aloe Vera oil: contains in vitamins A, C and E that promote hair growth and shine.

Argan oil: detanges, strengthens and adds shine to hair.

Macademia oil: reverses damage, moisturizes and heals split ends.

Avocado oil: anti dandruff and makes hair smooth and silky.

Jojoba oil: treat itchiness in scalp and prevents hair loss.

[hoodreader]

𝐻𝒜𝐼𝑅 𝒞𝒜𝑅𝐸 𝒜𝒮𝒯𝑅𝒪𝐿𝒪𝒢𝒴

hair growth n length retention infodump xx

each hair follicle is connected to a blood supply. healthy blood flow is partially what stimulates hair growth. that’s why there are so many hair-growth tips that involve increasing circulation to the follicle ( such as scalp massages, warm oil applied to the scalp, or turning ur head upside down ). i used to do the warm oil + scalp massage method n it’s tried + true ! just warm up an oil to a suitable temp, apply to the scalp as a pre-poo, then massage in for at least sixty seconds. but if u can go even longer, that works. do this at least once a day!

edit: i meant at least once a * week * lol but u can do more if u would like. i’d advise a daily massage, with once to twice a week, incorporating a warm oil. x

moisture n oil are key due to the way they keep the hair strands flexible n resistant!!! first of all… blk girls… idgaf what people say. wash ur hair once a week to once every two weeks!!! a proper shampoo n conditioning are one of the main ways we keep our hair n scalps from being too dry. and blk hair has a tendency to drying out due to the fact that blk people produce less sebum. n bc we tend to have curlier / coilier / kinkier / coarser / thicker hair, it takes more work for sebum to travel down the hair shaft. the drier the hair = the more likely u are to lose hair. so keep it washed n moisturized.

then combine w an oil. this can be ur body’s natural sebum production, creams, butters, or oils such as jojoba, coconut, peppermint, tea tree, n olive. 🫒🥥 without stimulating the scalp, oil won’t necessarily promote hair growth but it does promote length retention ! “an inch retained is an inch grown.” most stagnancy in hair growth is due to the fact that hair is brittle / weak / split. gotta remember that hair is dead - so u gotta be gentle with it to keep it lively in spite of that.

what can help w dryness aside from moisture, deep conditions, n treatments is trimming !!! routine trims make the most difference in the growth of ur hair imo. sacrifice half of a centimeter to an inch in order to retain three inches of hair! it’s a very logical trade off. try to trim around once every 6 - 8 wks. don’t gotta be a lot. just depends on ur goal

then ofc, what u consume has a correlation to hair growth. everyone’s body works differently so figure out what works for u :p

astro vocab

blood flow n circulation is martian

skin ( scalp ) n hair is saturnian

hair loss is martian n solar, due to the bilious nature of those planets. there is a correlation between hair loss n bile production

hair loss is also correlated to saturn, due to saturn ruling over dryness ( dry skin + hair )

moisturization is the moon, and so is sebum

remedy mars n sun by eating foods that promote digestion as well as boosting a healthy liver !!! biotin ( vitamin b7 ) can def help with hair growth as well. abstain from alcoholism. this can help with the bilious nature of those planets

u can also remedy mars n sun’s bilious natures n promote healthy bile production by consuming ‘ healthy fats. ’ fat is not bad for u !!! it’s actually very important. u just gotta know which fats. use spices. nd use acids ( such as acv ). u can remedy saturn by being vegetarian. if not vegetarian, at least plant-based n try to abstain from alcohol.

remedy moon by doing ur mother’s hair or a matriarchal figure, if the mother isn’t present. and vice versa. remedy moon by also using familial hair care remedies - blk girls, that mean whip that blue magic grease n pink hair lotion out every now n then!! embrace tradition ( lol ).

make rice milk hair conditioner for a moon remedy as well - milk is ruled by the moon, and rice is a good moon offering. douse the head in it. fair warning tho, rice water can smell kinda crazy lol so maybe wash out with a good-smelling conditioner. do lunar remedies on a monday :p

trim during new moons. this astronomically promotes growth !!! i advise looking at the sign or aspects too - venus n moon, moon in taurus, moon in cancer, etc are great transits to trim under

i recommend making a rosemary oil. it’s quite simple: u mix essential carrier oils with rosemary - infused oil ( such as avocado ). i personally recommend making ur own hair care. it’s very ancestral n i think being hands on with greenery helps with remedying venus, moon, n saturn. 🌱

im restarting my hair growth journey - i’ve been big chopping since 2019, only allowing my hair to grow long once since then. well, 5 / 6 years later, i quite miss my long hair, so im going to restart and really dedicate time into growing it out

both acts - shedding my hair and growing it back - are v spiritual. i wanted to share what helped me in the past for those who may be interested but also to remind myself how i cared for my scalp, hair, n head. plus, the indigenous urges to wear long ass braids is getting too strong

i last big chopped in august 2024. n i don’t really have a picture of that day. but maybe i’ll start posting pics of my hair growth. idk, we gon see lol xoxo thank u for reading

w sm love, hoodreader

[honey-flustered]

Kinktober Day 7: Virginity

Fboy!Steve Harrington x Virgin!Chubby!Reader

Summary: Steve never paid you much attention until the day he found your laptop open with your rice purity test results on full display.

Warnings: 18+ smut, mentions of virginity loss, kissing, awkward!reader, pervy!steve, corruption/innocence kink

It’s criminal that the chemistry teacher paired you with thee Steve Harrington. King Steve. How on earth are you supposed to pay attention to the lesson when all you want to do is swim in his golden brown hair?

You sigh dreamily, chin resting on your hand as you studied him. God, he never looks your way. You’d give anything if he’d just acknowledge you. Anything.

He glances your way and you’re so taken aback that you’re scrambling to adjust your position. Seconds after, you ponder on whether you’d see him move his lips.

“Huh?” You say, snapping out of your daydreams.

He lets out a quick laugh then a lingering smile. “I asked if you could get us a beaker up front. I would get it but I’m so sore from basketball practice, you wouldn’t believe it.”

“Oh, of course. No problem. Thank you for asking me.” You say, cringing at how lame you sound once you turn away.

Steve purposefully sent you away for a chance to look over your computer screen. Today, practically everyone has been sending each other their purity tests results as some new trend amongst your peers. You knew you haven’t done much but to see how high your score was really put it into perspective that if you were olive oil, you’d be extra virgin.

You return to your seat, unaware of his snooping at first until you seen just how broadcasted your screen was.

“Y-you didn’t happen to see anything weird on my screen, d-did you?” You ask, heart racing.

“Wouldn’t say weird. More like…intriguing.” He smirks.

“Oh, god.” You groan, head resting on the lab table.

“So is it true? You a virgin?” He asks with contained excitement.

“Yeah,” You whisper, raising your head once again to meet his darkening eyes. “Is it hard to believe?”

“A little,” He ogles you, eyes traveling up and down your body. “I mean, who wouldn’t want to be between those thighs?”

You’re sooo confused. Only a minute ago, you didn’t exist to him. Now he’s unashamedly flirting with you.

Steve brings a foot under your chair, sliding you a little closer to him. He leans in to whisper, his breath tickling your sensitive throat.

“You’ve never had that cherry popped?” His smile grew wider.

“I already said yes,” Your face heats up, cupping your cheeks to hide yourself. “You’re embarrassing me.”

“You shouldn’t be ashamed at all for being a virgin. It’s a really neat thing that you’re one.” He says softly.

“Why?”

He looks around the classroom making sure no one’s eavesdropping before he whispers, “Because it means I get to be the one who claims it,” He lowers his lips to your ears. “You want that, don’t you?”

You nod.

“I’ll need a verbal ‘yes’, princess.” He demands.

“Yes, I want you to take my virginity.” You breathe out.

“Good girl. I’ll text you when to come over tonight.” He says, rubbing a hand on your upper thigh before turning to pay attention to the lesson as if nothing had ever happened.

Tonight?! So soon?

You spend the rest of your day, butterflies in your stomach as you count down the hours until you’ll be getting dicked down by King Steve.

Six hours went to four hours and four went to three until finally the hour arrived. You followed the address he’d given you, recognizing it was some old cabin home. He’s standing outside waiting in a t-shirt and gray sweatpants that hang low. If you didn’t know any better you’d say he isn’t wearing any underwear, the outline of his rather large member is damning.

You take one good glance at yourself in the mirror happy with the casual yet sexy look you were going for before you exit your car. He walks up to you, throwing his hands around you and taking in your scent.

“You smell nice.” He says, hardness pressing against your belly and your eyes widen as you try not to pass out. Steve Harrington is hugging you!

“T-thank you. I-it’s my mom’s perfume,” You mentally facepalm. “I-I mean she bought it for me but it’s not like her signature scent or anything like that. That would be weird.”

He laughs, taking your hand in his. “You’re adorable.”

You feel him tug you away, guiding you towards the front entrance of the home and your stomach lurches.

“Is this your place?” You ask with a nervous laugh, trying and failing at not sounding judgmental.

“Nah, vacation home for my uncle who lives in New York,” He explains. “Don’t worry. We’re all alone. So scream all you want to, no one’ll hear you.”

You remember the rumor going around that Steve takes his lovers to this remote cabinet specifically for this reason. You swallow the hard lump in your throat as the door closes behind you.

There’s no going back.

“Could I have something to drink?” You ask trying to keep yourself from hyperventilating. “Alcohol, preferably.”

“I want your mind clear when I’m in those guts, babe,” He helps you over to the couch, encouraging you to sit as he makes his way to the kitchen. “I can get you some water, though.”

“Kay.” You say, fiddling with your skirt. It’s now or never. You needed to put on a brave face, you will not be missing out on this Greek god’s dick. You begin to pull off your sweater, struggling with it as you hear the sound of approaching footsteps.

“What are you doing there, angel?” He asks and you can hear the smile in his voice.

“Oh, ya know…thought I’d take this off since it’s getting all nice and hot in here.”

“I agree,” He says suggestively, placing the cup on the coffee table to help you remove your sweater. Once it pops off, you stumble a little causing him to wrap an arm around your waist to balance you. “That better?”

“Mhm.” You reply, forcing yourself to look in his eyes.

He lowers his lips to yours and kisses you. You let out a surprised gasp against his lips before you follow his lead. You can tell you’re sloppy at it because when he shoves his tongue into your mouth it’s heavenly but when you do it, it’s all slobbery.

But even when you’re doing wrong, it feels so right because he’s moaning into it and as long as he’s doing that then you’ll consider it a win. His hands cradle your head, deepening the kiss. You can hardly breathe nor do you care to, clutching onto his shirt.

When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against your head. “I usually do foreplay but I wanna feel your tight little pussy squeezing around me so badly.”

That’s the second rumor you remembered about him. He usually says that very line to whoever he fucks. Only girl to ever have been treated to foreplay was his ex, Nancy. It hurts that you get a front row seat to the truth of the rumors. I guess that’s why they say never meet your heroes or, in this case, never have a one night stand with your crush.

“Can I please?” He pleads, hazel eyes big and wet as if it physically hurts not being inside you and judging by the way he jumps and throbs in his pants you’d say it’s a possibility.

“Yes, you can fuck me. Please fuck me.” You say, kissing him once more and he whines against your lips. He loves hearing how much you need him.

Laying you on your back onto the couch, he quickly removes your clothes off your body tossing your shirt, bra, and skirt to the floor but leaving you in just your white thong. He groans at the darkened wet patch, hooking his finger underneath to pull to the side.

“Look at that pretty pussy,” He praises. “You tellin’ me no one’s had the chance to see it let alone be inside it.”

“Yeah, no one. Guess I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Fuuuck, baby, don’t talk like that or I might fill you up with my cum.” He says.

That’s another of those little rumors. He threatens to cum inside you. You should be revolted by this but you find yourself canting your hips upward in anticipation.

“You want me, babygirl? I’ll give it to you.” He pulls his sweatpants down just below his bent knees and a horse cock comes out springing and swinging.

You froze, mouth dropping. Oh hell no. You need to get out of here. The rumors do no justice at all to the sheer size of him. He’ll tear you apart!

Panic sets in as he hooks the back of your knees into the crook of his arms, positioning himself between your thick thighs.

“O-on second thought, I think I’ve found God and he tells me that maybe I shouldn’t…” You trail off when you feel his warm cock rubbing between your clothed folds. Oh, now he surely needs to be inside you. You’ll take the pain.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He asks and you whine in agreement. “Then, pull those panties to the side and let me in.”

[ovaryacted]

GUILTY AS SIN || II. VETITI FRUCTUS

─ General Marcus Acacius x fem! virgin! reader || WC: 11.5k

SYNOPSIS: After General Acacius hangs you out to dry, you're sure he no longer wants anything to do with you. Yet, when he confronts you while your father is away for business matters, he tries to prove you wrong.

CONTENT/WARNINGS: MDNI/18+. NSFW. SMUT. Girthy age gap [Acacius is 50/reader is early 20s]. Explicit Language. Formal dialogue. Virginity loss. Unprotected p in v. Pull-out method. Oral sex (f! receiving). Fingering. Mirror sex. Light handjob. Praise kink. Size kink. Marking kink (if you squint). Dirty talk. Marcus guides you through it. Breast/nipple play. Terms of endearment (dove, little dove, mea columba). Misunderstandings & angst. Jealousy. Confessions. Mentions of misogyny, patriarchal norms, & customs. Mentions of societal beauty standards. Reader has hair & wears dresses & jewelry. Marcus the Munch makes his debut. Not historically accurate.

➣ Note: Reader's Father’s Name - Julianus Novius Lurio. Handmaiden name - Viria. Pictures are for aesthetic purposes only.

A/N: This chapter took me such a long time to write and I apologize for that, but I'm glad I was able to finish it. I did this for the 5 mutuals that wanna fawk Marcus Acacius like I do! Big thank you to @gothcsz for the constant encouragement and feeding my love for the General. Thank you to @pedgito for the proofread, I don't know what I'd do without you. Anyways, reblogs, comments, and likes are always greatly appreciated! <3

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You had awoken the following morning to an empty bed and disheveled sheets, not a trace of Acacius left behind, at least to the naked eye. Your fingers searched over the silk that covered your mattress for any possible remnant of the man you had spent all night dreaming about, the buttery material cool to the touch. Curiously, you drew your face closer to the pillow beside your head, digging your nose into the plush cushion, hoping to find something reminiscent of the General.

Faintly embedded in the covers, you caught it: small hints of almond oil and basil smudged under your nostrils; you’d recognize that scent anywhere. All it did was confirm what you needed to know, that what transpired last night wasn’t a dream.

Resting once more on your bed, your eyes closed as you made sense of the things you did last night, what you felt. A part of you knows you’ve stepped into risky territory with the General, tempting him in such a way you gave him your first set of kisses, and in return, he gave you the first taste of forbidden pleasure. If you thought long enough, you could still feel the thick muscle of Acacius’ thigh between your legs, his plush lips trailing kisses over the side of your neck, his voice whispering the praise you sought after. Just thinking about it brought a throb to your core, something new that caused you to exhale a deep breath.

A tentative knock at your door snapped you out of your daydream. Clearing your throat, you sat up straighter on the bed and called out to the inquisitor. The door to your bedroom opened, with Viria appearing on the opposite end, slightly bowing forward at your presence.

“Oh, you are awake, my lady.” She acknowledged warmly, coming to your side of the bed, silently taking in your appearance. She didn’t say much about how the other side of your bed appeared used, but she watched over you with a knowing glance. “Shall I prepare a bath for you? Your father is said to make his return before midday.”

“Yes, that would be helpful. Thank you, Viria.” She nodded, stepping out of your room to order the other servants to set up the bathing chamber.

As you stripped yourself of your sleep gown and slipped into the scented bath water, you cleansed your body of last night’s conduct with the pumice stone, ridding the ghost of Acacius’ touch and replacing it with the scent of jasmine and olive oil. Viria had helped you dress once your skin had dried, layering the flowing material of your stola and fastening it with a golden brooch. As she styled your hair while the other servants took care of preparing for your father’s arrival, you glanced at her apprehensively through the mirror in front of you.

“Viria, did you see anyone leave the domus in the night?” She paused styling your hair momentarily, releasing the curled strands in her hand before placing them on your shoulder.

“If you are asking about the General, yes, I saw him leave before the others awoke at dawn. He left quietly without a word; I am sure he had not been spotted.” Viria’s words did little to provide you any comfort, a slight sense of defeat washing over you as your head filled with unanswered questions.

“Did he spend the night with you?” She asked cautiously, a wary look gracing her features as she tried to understand you. “Was he…was he forceful with you?”

“No, no, nothing of the sort. He was not like that…quite the opposite actually.” You were nervous to speak the truth to the one person you trusted in your home after all of these years, wringing your fingers over your lap. “We kissed.”

“You kissed the General?” Viria commented in hushed shock, receiving a bashful nod of your head. “And you wish to deprive me of such information?” Her lighthearted approach to her probing eased you slightly, chuckling lightly along with her.

“No, I do not plan on doing such a thing. It was bliss what we did, I have never felt anything like it. Yet, we avoided the very thing I hear so much from other people. It’s strange.” While you spoke, Viria resumed styling your hair, isolating each riveting curl to fall down your back. “Though, I am rather confused on how to feel. He confuses me…” You slumped your shoulders and looked off to the side.

“Well, he is a complicated man, I am sure he has his reasons for leaving without notice. But, so long as he treats you with respect and not like a barbarian, that should be sign enough that he is considerate of you.” You hummed at that, feeling another squeeze on your shoulders. “Perhaps you should speak to him afterwards, once you two have a moment alone.”

You left the conversation at that, adding the finishing touches of your look for the day, a simple set of earrings paired with a jeweled necklace, tying it together with some scented oil on the sides of your neck. The rest of the morning was focused on making sure your home was prepared for your father’s return. The servants kept themselves busy by sweeping and scrubbing the floors, placing fresh flowers in the vases by the entryway while others cooked a welcoming feast and fetched the best aged wine in the reserve.

Your father arrived just as the sun reached the halfway point in the sky, the guards at the front door lowered their heads to welcome the man that paid them. Standing beside Viria and some of the other servants to honor him, you all offered him a bow of respect as he walked down the entryway, nodding in approval at the scene before him.

“Stand, child.” He commanded, straightening your back to look at the man before you in the eye. He looked you over once or twice, the end of his lip faintly coiled upwards, patting you on the arm before walking down the line and thanking the other members for their kind welcome. Strolling behind him, lunch was a quiet affair, consisting of light conversation between the bites of food prepared for the day.

“How was your trip, father?” You asked him, sitting across from the man at the dinner table.

“It was fine. Some of the other politicians in the provinces had conflicts they asked my input on, nothing to cause much concern over.” His fork dug into a piece of pork, munching away at the piece of meat and washing it down with the wine in his goblet. “How have things been in the city since my departure?”

“No change since you left. Rome remains the same.” You took tentative bites of your meal, pacing your swallows the way you’ve been trained to. Posture tall and shoulders drawn back, always so careful not to irritate your father.

“And what of your marriage affairs?” The question immediately spoiled your appetite.

“I believe that is intended to be your duty, to find me a husband worthy of partnership.” You chose your words and delivery carefully, taking a sip of wine to manage the nausea you could feel coming.

“When I find a man who offers the right price for your hand, then I will consider it. I refuse to have you bring shame to my name and my legacy by bedding with a commoner. I did not raise you to be a whore after all, unless I am wrong in my judgment?”

The hairs on the back of your neck rose as you met your father’s piercing gaze, eyes widening at his insinuation. It should be no surprise to you, these were the same comments you’ve heard for most of your life since reaching the appropriate age for marriage. The price was never enough, or your father was too busy establishing himself as a man of politics to care for your future outside of being his emotional punching bag. The thought of him figuring out your affections towards the General made your stomach churn, and you knew then that there was no possibility of your union happening with his approval.

“No, father, I understand. I shall wait for you to approve such a union.” He responded with a satisfactory hum, gulping the rest of his wine and snapping at one of the servants for a refill. You did your best to finish the rest of your meal, growing impatient to avoid more of your father’s temperament.

Luckily, he remained busy with his work in the Roman Senate, frequent meetings with the other politicians and leaders kept him out of his home more often than not, leaving you to your own devices as you’ve grown accustomed to. Though leaving you alone to your thoughts granted you time to think about Acacius or where he was as of late. You haven’t heard from him since the night he snuck into your room and offered more than conversation, the night replaying on a loop in your mind and in your dreams.

It was almost one full moon cycle before you saw him again.

The front doors of your domus opened, welcoming the sound of heavy footfalls and the metallic clicks of armor. You’ve trained yourself to recognize when Marcus was present in your home, the staccato of his steps echoing the walls of your entryway, exactly how you remembered. You made your way to the atrium like you always have, ensuring you’d get a good look at him as he stepped through the halls to speak with your father.

The moment you saw the top of his head, you were expecting him to turn and meet your eyes. Desperate for the soft chocolate irises to hold your gaze for that one moment to signify he was okay, that things hadn’t changed between you, that he hadn’t lost interest in you.

Except he never did.

You watch with furrowed eyebrows as Acacius walks beside your father towards his study wearing his black and gold armor, the signature red shawl thrown over his broad shoulders. His face remained hardened, jaw firm and eyes sunken as he kept them forward, body stiff and head stuck in place with no sign of turning.

Look at me. Look at me. Look at me.

The doors of your father’s study closed with no change, the sight of Acacius now kept hidden from you, savoring the last bits of his back and graying curls before you were shunned out in the dark. Standing there full of confusion, your chest stung at the slight dejection you just witnessed.

Has he grown bored of you so soon? 

You retreated to your bedroom again, refusing to see Acacius going through the front doors. Keeping to yourself, you disregarded the sound of his voice through the walls, commenting on something the twin Emperors had requested for the next Senate meeting. He parted ways from your father and trekked to the doors, surely on his way to speak to whoever demanded his attention. Unbeknownst to you, he glanced in the direction of the atrium and further to your room for a mere second, walking out of your home without turning back.

The next time you went to the market for some goods, you stopped by the garden you and Acacius claimed for yourselves, searching everywhere for a note or a sign to explain his sudden behavior. The place was just as you left it previously, looking by the fountain and the marble bench to see nothing left behind, peeking around the trunk of the massive tree and the weeds surrounding it to see if you had missed anything.

Not a note. Not a flower. Nothing for you to find.

Had he even thought of you during this time?

Were you so easily forgettable?

You didn’t have the time to continue rummaging before Viria stated it was time to return home. Taking your baskets and stomping out of the garden, you controlled your breathing as much as you could, brushing off the disappointment and the hurt brewing inside you. It was delusional to think you would be anything but someone’s plaything, a naive little girl yearning to be seen as a woman capable of making her own choices.

You were stupid to think the General viewed you as something other than a toy to occupy his time, and nothing would change your reality, no matter how much you wanted things to be different.

Anxiety gnawed at your gut from sunup to sundown, restless nights spent wasting away questioning yourself and your worth to the man you’ve opened up to. You ran through the multitude of possibilities to explain his sudden rejection, finding any loophole to give Acacius the benefit of the doubt put you on the verge of losing your mind from the stressors.

You’ve heard of the recent campaigns initiated by the twin emperors to satisfy their lust for violence, your father spending lengthy periods in his study noting the financing to the army, lingering by the door in case his drunken mumbles revealed any news of the General and his location.

Last you heard, he was along the coast of Alexandria in Egypt, standing at the ready to combat runaway rebels of the army. Resting was a hassle; your clammy skin and hyperactive mind kept you awake throughout the night, with Viria offering teas to soothe your nerves by morning. It was useless; too much of your psyche was tethered to a man who had made it obvious he no longer cared for your existence. Yet you still prayed for his safe return every night, for respite and favor from the twin leaders who were hellbent on jerking their lapdog’s leash.

The news of the army’s successful conquest didn’t surprise you, nor did the extended invitation you and your father received to another one of the emperors’ banquets. However, the thought of being in the same space as the General once more, much like how it had first been when you two initially met, brought bile creeping up your throat. You prayed the wine they served would quell your worries; at this rate, you’ll drown in it one way or another.

Heeding your father’s commands, you dressed in all white and gold, a jeweled armband cuffed around your bicep with opals draping down your open back. Your hair was folded into a neat array of braids, some bordering around a pinned bun and the rest melting into your wavy tresses layered neatly around your neck.

With your hand taking its place around your father’s arm, you held the folds of your stola with your free hand, adopting the facade of sociability with grace. It was the same routine as usual, nodding your head when you were acknowledged, letting the men offer their sons’ hands in marriage or their own while laughing off their propositions and feigning a playful smile.

Amongst the crowd of opulent wealth and overindulgence, the urge to search for the one face you cared to look for was hard to ignore. Subtly turning on your heel and heading for more wine, that was when you spotted him.

General Acacius, draped in his signature white and golden armor, the cape flowed behind him, golden cuffs on his thick wrists. His hair had grown since the last time you saw him, grayer than you remembered, curling down the nape of his thick neck. From afar you could count a new scar on his forearm, a shade of light pink contrasting his tanned skin. He was still relatively the same, the same Acacius, your Acacius.

But he wasn’t alone.

Perched beside him was a woman you’d never seen before, at least not in the streets of the city from where you usually ventured off. Dark raven hair with a singular streak of gray and golden pins ornate her head, almond-shaped eyes as blue as the sea, smudged in dark pink and lashes darkened with ink. The green material of the fabric adorning her slim figure cascaded around her pronounced waist, her chin angled upwards with confidence and a permanent smirk on her oval face.

You didn’t miss how her hands clutched onto Acacius’ bicep, her nails scratching at the muscle, grip steady and consistent, never once parting from him. It was as if she was purposefully taunting you, proving a point that he was only hers to have. Hers to touch. Hers to claim. That he was never yours to begin with.

She was older, refined, established. Everything you weren’t.

The way Acacius’ hand clasped over hers and looked her way with the same charming grin he wooed you with tore your heart in two, the glass in your hand shook from your weak grip as you observed the scene from afar. The room began to spin, and your breath caught in your throat, rib cage rattling around your lungs as the white fabric you wore grew tight, constricting around your frame.

It was too much.

Pushing through people to reach the balcony, you were thankful the space had been empty for some time, everyone’s attention drawn to the boar that was brought out to be served. Tightly gripping the railing, you struggled to take a steady intake of air, knuckles turning white against the marble guarding you from falling over the edge of the hill. The tears lining your eyelids burned, threatening to flow down your cheek and leave their mark.

It was idiotic and embarrassing more than anything. To think you would be the one chosen for once, desired and sought after the way you wanted. Jealousy. An all-new emotion to you, one you did not preferably enjoy. The image of that woman smiling with glee while she relished in the attention she received from Acacius seared into your mind, filling you with disgust, a fiery irritation burning in your chest.

She has what you’ll never come close to. Nothing would be able to change that.

Pivoting on your heel to the sound of hasty footsteps behind you, your teary gaze was met with Acacius’ furrowed eyebrows, concern written all over his war-worn face. Quickly wiping at the corners of your eyes, you made a pathetic attempt at keeping your head high, brushing off the seething rage overpowering the betrayal bubbling inside you. Whether you were mad at Acacius directly or the witch who selfishly caressed him, you weren’t all too sure.

“General. Congratulations on the success of your campaign.” Your voice grew strained as you spoke, face hardened with the reaffirmed formalities.

“I give you my thanks,” Acacius replied, gauging your body language and expression as you played into the dismissive and cold act towards him. You cut him off before he could speak a second time.

“I shall let you enjoy the balcony in peace.” In an effort to excuse yourself, you paced to the banquet entrance. Just as you were about to pass Acacius, his hand came to grip your forearm, stopping you in place in front of him.

“Dove.” He whispered firmly, his voice seeping into your mind, a shaky exhale escaping you from the sheer closeness of him, your body betraying you at his missed touch.

“Do you give all of your playthings nicknames as well?” Tearing your arm away from his grip, you faced him directly with a bit of distance between you, uncovered anger in your emotional eyes. “Or is that only when you have yet to grow bored of them?”

“Playthings?” He squinted at you, stepping closer with a slight puff of his chest at the insinuation.

“The woman on your arm,” just mentioning her burned your tongue and sent your blood boiling, practically smelling her on him, “I was unaware of your…tastes.”

“She is merely a party guest.”

“A guest?” You fought the urge to laugh sourly in his face, taking offense to his sudden aloofness.

“You do not believe me?” Acacius tilted his head, and for a second you would think he sounded confused, even hurt. You didn’t bother having enough faith in him to find out. “Or would it be more convenient to paint me as a liar?”

“It certainly suits the current circumstances between us. One does not attempt to woo a girl and disposes of her for a replacement. But that is how this works, is it not?” Your words were laced with venom, striking a nerve when you noticed Acacius growing stiff, his back straightening more, fingers flexing by his side as realization dawned on him.

“I can explain everything, dove, please.” The authoritative tone he had with you wavered as the conversation progressed, edging to the point of pleading when those brown orbs landed on you. 

“No. I do not wish to hear it.” Unyielding in your decision to shut him out, your ears tuned into the level of noise at the banquet, needing to turn back before someone grew suspicious of your whereabouts. “Vale, General Acacius. I will pray for your continuous prosperity on behalf of the empire.”

Hurriedly parting from him, you were quick to leave Acacius alone on the balcony to meddle in his own thoughts. Your body vibrated for the duration of the outing, occupying yourself with whatever wine, meal, and conversation you came close to. For the remainder of the night, you refused to look over in the General’s direction, not caring whether his guest was stroking his broad chest or holding his hand. Yet, you could feel his eyes on you the entire time, stealing glances when he could without making it too obvious, burning holes into the back of your head whenever a man approached you, offering them a petty bat of your lashes.

You were thankful that your father suggested taking his leave not too long after that fiasco of a conversation, not looking back at the attendees much like Acacius had done when he blatantly ignored your presence in your own home. Wishing the man of the house goodnight and storming past Viria towards your bedroom, the dam you constructed collapsed, and the tears you’ve been withholding flowed over the material of your pillow, sobbing long into the night until dawn broke the next morning.

It was never going to be you. That was just how things were, and how they’ll always be.

The days have gone by in a blur, repeating the same endless cycle of the sun rising in the East and setting in the West. You hadn’t stepped foot outside of your home much, foregoing your usual visit to the market and instead handing Viria a list to check off. She tried her best to put you in higher spirits, bringing you fresh flowers and your favorite fruits from her shopping trips, but it was no use. The frown remained permanent on your face, and your appetite had dwindled since the night of the banquet, not being able to keep anything down besides liquids for the most part.

Your father inquired about your change of attitude, and the only excuse you could offer was worry from the hecticness of the empire, the rapid changes around you frequently making your head spin. He didn’t bother probing more than he thought necessary, reminding you to maintain your strength unless you wished to plunge your household into despair due to your insolence. That night, you forced yourself to eat a loaf of bread and a side platter of cheese, leaving the dish clean despite the urge to throw it back up.

Senator Lurio was on his way to another trip for political matters out of the safe confines of the city. You almost had half a mind to ask your father to take you with him, to grant you some space from Rome, another sight that wouldn't bring so much anxiety. He declined, as you expected, waving you off and ordering you to pray for his safe return. At least you no longer had to play pretend when it came to your sadness and heartbreak, Viria grew concerned for your well being regardless of the number of times you brushed her off and sat at the fountain feeding the koi fish, fingers strumming the water for hours.

The night was silent and empty, your mind a contradiction to the serenity your domus should provide. The silk slip you threw on for bed helped keep you cool from the warm air, massaging oil into your damp skin before coursing the wooden brush through your hair in mindless passes. A knock at your door caught your attention, placing your brush down at your vanity and coming towards the entryway of your bedroom, opening the door to find Viria on the other side of the threshold.

“Viria, it is late,” you stated, looking at her in slight confusion with no hostility in your tone. “Should you not be resting?”

“I should be, my lady, but you have a visitor.”

“A visitor? Who would be in their right mind to come at this hour?” You had tried to think of who would come late into the night and request your presence specifically. Perhaps it was a messenger for your father? Or worse, an intruder.

Another pair of footsteps to your left forced your head to turn, eyes widening at the sight of General Acacius removing his black hood from his head, meeting your gaze. You stood frozen as you looked at him, reminded of his presence after busying yourself trying to forget him the past couple of days. Wiping your face of the initial shock, you huffed out a breath; the anger you’d dimmed ignited once more.

“No.” Shaking your head defensively, you positioned yourself to turn inward to your bedroom, threatening to shut the door behind you. “I do not wish to speak to him. Send him away.”

“My lady, if I may,” Viria spoke up, always persistent to show you reason when you’ve lost your way, “the General comes as a guest. He seeks to speak with you and swears he will not bother you again if that is what you request of him. I believe you should pray for an open mind and listen to what he has to say.”

Your nostrils flared out as you glared at Viria and then at Acacius, who stood idly by. He didn’t say anything as he waited for you to come to a decision, his body rigid with his hands to his back. A soldier’s stance, at the ready for your command, as if you were the one to dictate his actions and not the other way around. Admitting defeat, you dropped your shoulders with a sigh and stepped to the side.

“So be it. But he is to leave soon after.” You affirmed, ignoring Viria, who gestured for Acacius to go into the bedroom with you.

He whispered his thanks to her as she closed the door, leaving you alone in the room with him. You instinctively put some distance between you two, standing closer to the middle of your bedroom while he remained by the entryway.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, General?” Sarcasm dripped from your lips; the intention in your opposing behavior didn’t go unnoticed by the man before you.

“I came to apologize and to ask for your forgiveness,” Acacius said calmly, his broad shoulders widened as he spoke.

“And what for?” Your body itches with anxiety, the endless pit in your stomach fluttering along with the beat of his words. “You have done nothing wrong. You simply acted in the way a man of your stature would.”

“I do not understand,” he switched his weight from one foot to the other, hands flexed in antsy fists. “There are very few men who act as I do, or who have the title and honor I carry.”

“I am not speaking regarding your title, General.” You take a breath, fingers toying with the fabric of your slip. “You may have honor, but at the core, you are still a man with urges who seeks to release them somehow. Whether it be on the battlefield or in the brothels, the drive of men is natural and cannot be avoided.”

Acacius took your words personally, becoming slightly defensive as he caught your insinuation. To think he simply goes and sticks himself into whoever he finds convenient when you know nothing of what went through his head or how much you occupied his mind was offensive, to say the least. He thought the time you two spent together and crossing the line of boundaries dividing you would be enough to show how he truly felt. He thought wrong.

“That is something I do not spend my limited time doing,” he voiced, growing frustrated with your refusal to give him the benefit of the doubt. “Do not generalize me with other men in this city because of the social customs they engage with. We are not all alike; you must know that despite your naivety.”

“You speak of honor and virtue, and yet you come here to lie in my presence.” This time you chuckled bitterly at him; the fierce green flare in your eyes burned holes through the General. “You toyed with me for some time and found another that is more willing to provide what you need. Is that not what you men do?”

“If you would allow me to explain—”

“There is nothing left to explain, Acacius!” You threw your hands up exasperatingly as your voice increased in volume. “I understand why things happened the way they did. You sought some enjoyment from me, and once you grew bored, you went to seek companionship elsewhere. No need to elaborate on that when I know this is how things were always meant to be.”

“And that is far from the truth.” He took a step closer to you then, and another while your feet were planted to the ground. “You merely saw one side of things. Is that how you truly see me? A man who seeks to take advantage of you? After the time we spent together?”

“How else do you wish for me to see things, Marcus?!”

At the shout of his first name, his eyes widened, mostly in surprise rather than anger. You took yourself off guard as well, stammering at the usage of his name in such an informal manner, he should have your head for it.

“General, forgive me. I should not have—”

“No.” The word came without pause, and you expected him to retaliate, to strike his hand over your cheek and put you in your place. Instead, he came as close to you as he could without startling you, his hand lifting to hold your chin between his thumb and forefinger. The act of softness shocked you, eyes misty as you struggled to face him.

“I am not angry with you.” He spoke softly to you now, much like he had always done since the start of your relationship with him. “I do not wish for us to argue, to throw around false accusations. Speak to me honestly; let me understand you.”

“I felt hurt. Betrayed.” Your bottom lip wobbled, trying to find the right words to describe your emotions to Acacius, who was as patient as he was considerate. “I saw you with that other woman and…I was convinced your affections towards me had changed.”

He hummed at your words, staying silent for a beat longer, working to find the best way to explain his side of things without having you jump to more conclusions.

“The woman I was with at the banquet is a friend of mine, not a lover. She is not fond of men in particular, but…she favors the female form. We have an arrangement when we need to maintain our roles at these festivities. She is nothing more than a friend whom I respect and aid when needed.”

You felt stupid.

“Oh.” You faltered in your answer, ruminating on the fact that Acacius had left you with no other message to show you otherwise. “Then why did you leave so suddenly? You were here one day, and the next had disappeared into thin air with no regard for me when you returned.” He exhaled then, looking off to the side.

“After that first night together, I was sent on another campaign that very morning. The Emperors refused to give me the proper time to depart, to write a note to you. The campaign itself…it went on longer than it needed to. I lost men, saw more blood lost in the vain ambitions of the empire, and…it drained me. But this is my duty; this is the burden I must carry, you know that better than anyone.”

You hung on to every word he said, silently looking at him to continue with an encouraging nod.

“When I returned to Rome, I was sure that all I would do is put you in danger. Leaving you day and night to wonder whether or not I would make it back safely, to worry you to such an extent…I could not bear doing that to you. I convinced myself that it was easier to push you away, to let your father wed you off to someone else. And yet the thought of you being with another man vexes me.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, pulse spiking as you caught part of his confession. He felt the same way? Maybe there was a chance. Maybe you weren’t crazy for being fond of the General after all.

“Is that true?” With a raised eyebrow, you inquired for more, seeking more of his candor.

“Yes. It is.” His hand now tenderly cupped your cheek, thumb wiping at the tears that streaked down your face. “On my travels, you consume my mind so often it overwhelms me. I see you in my dreams, in my prayers…I look for you in every corner I turn. I desire you, dove. I crave to want you, to kiss and touch you. You are not mine to have, and it pains me that I cannot have you the way I want.”

“Why not, Acacius?” your cheeks were heated from his confession, your hand holding his wrist to ground yourself. “You have the will to do as you please.”

“Your father would disapprove of me. He is a man of politics, and he has his stake in funding the army. They will call it a conspiracy if the General of the army he pays for is engaged with his daughter. I cannot do something that would put you in harm's way, I would never forgive myself.”

“I do not care.” You declared, pressing your body to his and tilting your head upwards. “I refuse to let my father control me and my choices any longer. If you truly desire me, then show me.”

“Dove—,” the General eyed you, placing his hands on your hips to hold you steady. “If word got out of this, you would be damned and punished for your actions.”

“Am I not damned either way? To let a hypothetical husband whom I have never met dictate my existence is suffocating. I cannot keep depriving myself of so much in fear of my father’s judgment when all I care for is being with you.”

Hands creeping up to the brooch holding his black hood, you gripped onto him tighter, gently tugging him towards you in an act of persuasion. His brown eyes swirled with the torment of fulfilling your mutual impulses, to give in to the temptations you both felt towards each other.

“Please, Acacius.” You were so close you could smell him, the familiar scent of almond oil hitting your nose. “Let me control the one thing I have that is mine. I want it to be you; I only want you.”

His breath could be felt on your lips, the anticipation building like a live wire. He kept his eyes on you, watching you closely with his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. The hand on your hips turned into one strong arm around your waist, bringing you flush to Acacius’ strong body, a shiver rolling down your spine. He leaned his head closer, the tip of his nose lightly grazing yours and his free hand holding the side of your jaw.

“Dove…” It was a plea, so hushed one might consider it a prayer. Your fingers dug into the thicker material of his hood, tilting your chin to welcome him.

“Kiss me.” Close to begging now, he focused his attention on your mouth, plump lips parting as the distance closed in. “Please kiss me.”

Acacius’ resolve snapped, meshing his mouth with yours in a passionate kiss, yelping from the force he used. He kissed you fiercely, keeping you pinned to him and cradling the back of your head, his fingers spreading over the expanse of your skull. He didn’t let you part for air, granting him entry into your mouth so his tongue curled around yours, reclaiming his place. You willingly gave up control, running a hand up his thick neck and scratching along his scalp, gripping the curling gray strands you were enamored with.

You panted against him, sharing the same breath as the hand on your back shifted down to cup your rear, pawing at you greedily in a way that sent a moan pouring out of your mouth, one that Acacius happily swallowed. He overpowered you and took you off guard, expertly taking off his black hood and tossing it to the floor, never taking his hands off of you.

His lips parted from you, trailing to leave kisses on your cheek and jaw. Tossing your head back, you gasped at the sensation of his facial hair brushing over your skin; the faint tease of a bite on a spot behind your ear made you whimper.

“Acacius,” a rumble settled in his chest at the sound of your voice, airy and needy. The strap to your slip fell down your shoulder, his lips following the piece of fabric to place another kiss.

“I want to see you,” he proclaimed, grasping at the silk material that covered your body, a silent question hanging in the air. “Will you let me see all of you?”

“Yes,” it was effortless to answer him, craving more of his touch. “Please.”

Stealing one more kiss from you, he held your silk nightgown and pulled it up to your thighs and torso, lifting it above your head and letting it fall to the ground. Standing bare under the warm candlelight of your room, you didn’t take your eyes off him, waiting for his next move. He took a step back to take you in, shamelessly raking his sight over your naked body from head to toe.

Predatory in his perception, Acacius walked around you in a slow circle, taking more of you with every step. You stood in place, anxiously following him as he spun, breasts rising and falling with every nervous breath. He remained silent, catching your gaze once or twice, mischief in his brown eyes with the smallest hint of a grin tugging on the corner of his lips.

He stops to stand behind you, his broad back shadowing your figure. You could feel his presence, hear his breathing, and sense his eyes pinned to the back of your head. The ghost of his touch ran down your spine, a knuckle drifting to the nape of your neck and down your back, teasing your tailbone. Your eyes fluttered closed, slightly arching towards the touch.

“Acacius…” At the call of his name, he beckoned forward, pressing himself against you from behind. The linen fabric of his tunic rubbed over you, his proximity making you gasp. A large hand came to your hip, your head leaning against his shoulder as he kept you close.

“Beautiful,” Marcus whispered, blood rushing to your cheeks at his words. “So beautiful, little dove.”

“Touch me.” He hasn’t done anything, and you were already growing impatient from the teasing, the center of your body tense, seeking release.

“I will, sweet girl,” Acacius nipped at your ear, guiding the both of you closer to the bed.

You expected to have him hovering above you, doing the things you’ve heard from married women in passing, to have pain between your legs as he claimed you for himself. Yet he surprised you, sitting on the edge of your bed with you perched on his lap, your back to his chest and your thighs over his, keeping you spread. Opening your eyes, you were met with your reflection in the full-body mirror positioned ahead of you, Acacius’ head hovering in the crux of your shoulder.

“W-What…what are you doing?” You asked him, voice trembling from anticipation.

“I want you to see what I see,” Acacius rasped in your ear, both hands on your hips as your breath caught in your throat. “I want you to watch yourself when I touch you for the first time, my darling.”

He continued with his generous kisses on the side of your neck, craning your head back to invite him for more. The curve of his nose stroked the column of your throat, threatening to leave a mark for you to find in the morning. One of his hands reached to cup your breast, kneading your skin in a gentle squeeze. He pinched at your nipple, rolling the stiff nub between his pointer finger and his thumb, one of your free hands stretching to the back of his head for another rough kiss.

He took his time touching your chest, familiarizing himself with the weight of your breasts in his sword-worn palms. The texture of his skin against yours felt too good for you to ignore, looking in the mirror to watch how you fit just right in his hands, whether that be him palming your chest or holding the side of your ribs and hips. You were a perfect fit, and in the back of your mind, you thought of how else you would mesh together.

Acacius’ touch was drawn elsewhere, his fingertips trailing down your sternum and towards your stomach, ghosting along the skin under your belly button right above your pelvis. You could feel yourself pulse above him, your body lacking what you didn’t know you needed. Sneakily, your hips shifted upwards, chasing the tingling sensation of his fingers treading closer to where you wanted him most.

“Easy, little dove,” Acacius said beside you, tapping the skin of your mound with his other hand grasping one of your thighs, holding you in place. “Do you wish for me to touch you?”

“Yes, yes, please…I cannot bear it any longer.” He was satisfied with your pleading, a grin on his face as he kissed the back of your neck.

“Watch yourself,” he commanded, black engulfing his brown irises as he observed your reflection. “Look in the mirror as I touch you.”

Finally, he gave you what you wanted. A broad hand reached towards the most sensitive part of you, thick fingertips lining your slit, coated in the wetness of your arousal. The tips of your ears burned from the sensation, watching his hand move between your thighs in the mirror in front of you. He flicked his wrist upwards, the tip of his pointer and middle finger swiping your sensitive clit, rubbing in circular motions as your thighs shook from his touch.

With a whimper, you clasped at his arm, one hand holding his wrist and the other swaddled around his arm. You were entranced by your reflection, mindlessly widening your legs more, angling your hips to chase his calloused fingers circling your clit.

“Look at you,” he murmured beside your cheek, dark eyes sweeping over your figure, diligently rubbing your sensitive nub counterclockwise. “So wet and eager for me. Thought of touching you like this for so long.”

Your empty walls clenched under his touch, nails digging into the muscle of his bicep, and your head lolling to the side. You struggled to focus on your mirror image, the pleasure amounting to a level you didn’t anticipate. It was different than last time, more of a constant slow build versus the previously rushed movements of your hips grinding over his thigh. He had full control over you, pinned to his chest and at his mercy, hearing him purr sweet nothings in your ear as he rapidly brought you to your climax.

“Acacius, please…so close,” you gasped out, the tempo of his motions increasing in pace, heat boiling in your lower gut as the rope of tension wound tighter, ready to snap.

“Come for me, dove. Come for me, and I will make you mine.”

With his words you fell apart, keeping his arm between your legs and threatening to shut your shaking thighs from the impact. A loud wail of his name echoed through the walls of your bedroom, your eyes closing as Marcus held your legs open so he could watch you convulse. He milked your orgasm for as much as you could handle, your release soaking his hand and dripping onto his thigh.

Once the wave of your climax had ended, Acacius drew his hand away from between your legs, leaving affectionate kisses on your shoulder to ease you through the cooldown. There was a small smile on your face when you looked at your reflection again, meeting his gaze from behind you.

“And how was that?” He inquired, not stopping you from standing on quivering legs and straddling over his lap to face him with blown pupils.

“Perfect,” you replied breathlessly, leaning forward to catch his plump lips in a kiss, tugging at the collar of his toga.

You could feel him under you, his muscular legs, and the bump of something else poking at your thigh. Instinctively, you gyrated your hips over him as you littered kisses along the side of his neck, nipping playfully at the thick vein that poked out. The groan that escaped him from deep within his chest graced your ears, pulling back to kiss him more passionately, the heavy weight of his hands sweeping along the curve of your back to guide your movements.

Acacius held your thighs and flipped you both around effortlessly, causing you to lie on the bed with him hovering above you. Your legs were hooked around his waist, hands on his broad shoulders as you looked up at him, heart stirring, wondering what was going on in his mind. Expertly, he grabbed one of your pillows, placed it under your head, and kissed your forehead. He dropped kisses over your nose and cheeks, giving you more on your lips in small pulses, bringing a laugh to your face.

“You are radiant when you laugh,” Acacius noted softly, the heat in your cheeks persistent as he glanced at you with adoration.

“Will you spend the whole night toying with me, General?” You jested, curling a finger around a gray strand by his forehead that fell out of place.

“I will toy with you however I see fit,” a cheeky smirk appeared on his face, chuckling together. “If that is what you still desire from me. We can always continue this another time.”

Ever the considerate man, your chest warmed at his suggestion of doing more another time, not needing to rush the experience if you had changed your mind. But you knew deep down he was what you wanted, and you didn't want to waste another moment longer without having him.

“I want you,” you confessed honestly, thumbing the scar on his cheekbone. “I want you to make me yours…if you will have me.”

He sealed his promise with a kiss, repeating his familiar pattern of caressing your jaw and neck with his lips, pinning you to the mattress, and mouthing at your collarbones before arriving at your chest. Two kisses were left on your skin, one on each breast, a third right where your heart was beating rapidly.

“Then let me worship what is mine.”

Acacius’ lips enveloped one of your nipples, sucking the nub while flicking the other with his fingers. Your back arched at his touch, fingers coursing through his hair to keep him in place, gasping as the sensations ran through you like an electrical current. From one breast to the other, he lavished his attention on the stiff peaks, blowing on your wet skin when he was done with them.

He continued with his passage down your body, holding your waist and mouthing your sternum and stomach, kissing under your belly button and curling his hand around your thigh, bending it over his shoulder. You sat up on your elbows to watch him, lustful eyes meeting his dark ones, gasping when he smooched along the side of your inner thigh, biting into your skin hard enough to make you jolt.

“Acacius,” your fingers dug into the silk sheets of your bed, the suspense growing in your body, not knowing what else to expect.

The man before you kissed the crease where your inner thigh met your hip, then your mound, skimming the soft skin of your lower lips. Spreading your legs to welcome his head, Acacius placed a tentative kiss on your clit, the contact sending you reeling and your hips shaking. He went back for another kiss, licking a broad stripe up your cunt, humming at the taste of you invading his mouth.

“You are perfect, little dove,” he groaned against you, both hands wrapping around your thighs to keep you secured in place. “And you taste divine, the sweetest ambrosia.”

You didn’t hear what else Acacius had to say when he dove in to feast on with ravenous hunger, your back curving over the bed with a whine. Squeezing the pillow under your head, you closed your eyes and focused solely on how Marcus was pleasing you, flicking his tongue over your opening and collecting more of your slick into his wanting mouth. He was a greedy man, lapping at you like he could never get enough, a man thirsty and living in a drought, seeking replenishment from the oasis that was left to be unclaimed between your thighs.

The sweetness of your arousal filled his taste buds, reminding him distantly of fig and honey, a combination he often favored during the summers of his youth. The curve of his nose pressed further into your pussy, seeking more of your desire for him and slipping his tongue inside of your cunt. Your breath hitched in your throat, hands winding in his hair to ground yourself, bucking your hips into his face as he fucked you with his tongue.

“Oh, oh Gods…Acacius,” you stuttered on the call of his name as the General grunted in response, the vibrations shooting up your back.

You were unprepared for this kind of gratification in the bedroom. Sure, you were somewhat familiar with what happened behind closed doors, at least from what Viria had told you in private when your father refused to teach you anything else. There were always rumors of what happened in the brothels, how the workers easily wooed the men they entrapped, pleasing them in ways that were still misunderstood by you. But this, being worshiped in such a gluttonous way by a man so willing to get on his knees for you, was something unheard of.

You would think once again that General Marcus Acacius was an exception to the rule.

In the throes of his audible slurping, the General focused on sucking at your engorged clit in concentrated pulses. Meanwhile, his finger teased your twitching entrance, clutching at his head as he delved it deep inside you with minimal resistance. You keened at the feel of him filling part of you, quickly drawing the thick digit out and thrusting it back inside. He repeated the action a few times, concentrating on watching your face contorting in delight once he inserted a second finger, coaxing you to cry out into the room.

Breathless moans escaped you, the last bits of shyness and shame leaving you as you gripped the back of Acacius’ head, grinding your hips towards him with a receptive growl. He knew you were getting close to having another release, your walls pulsing around his fingers with every nudge he gave you. He curled the two digits inside you, burrowing them down to the knuckle and hitting a spot you didn’t know existed, tears in your eyes at the ferocity of what you felt hurtling towards you.

“Please, please…Marcus!” You didn’t know exactly what you were begging for, whether it be for release or mercy; Acacius understood it well.

Deepening his steady pumping, he sucked at your nub harder and moaned against you, sending you falling headfirst into your second climax. This one was more drawn out than the first, a tingling that started at the tip of your toes and spread from your quaking thighs, rushing to your head. Your nails scratched at his scalp as he coaxed you through your release, prolonging it for as much as he could until your body grew too sensitive for more. With a gentle tug of his head, Acacius drew away from your twitching pussy, leaving one last kiss on your twitching clit. He pulled his fingers out of your hole and slipped them in his mouth, cleaning up what was left of your arousal before straightening his back and standing to peer at you.

You were still catching your breath from your climax, thighs trembling on his hips as he massaged your skin in an attempt to soothe you. Tears ran down your cheeks, not from pain but from being overwhelmed in the best way, your lower body throbbing from how the General treated you. When you focused on Acacius, the tip of his nose, lips, and chin were stained with your arousal, meshing in with the prickly gray of his mustache. His eyes gaped at you voraciously, licking his top lip as he stared down at you.

“Are you alright?” he asked you, nodding as you tried to bring him back down to your level.

You dragged him in for an eager kiss, licking at his bottom lip and hunting the taste of you on his tongue. He sighed against you, pressing himself over your body, letting you feel the length of him poking incessantly on your lower stomach.

“Will you let me see you as you have seen me?” You suggested to him in a low murmur, gazing at him with lust-blown eyes. It only made him want you more.

“Anything you wish,” Acacius said, backing away from you to stand on the edge of the bed, using your arms to sit upwards to watch him.

The black hood he wore was already discarded in your earlier pursuit of kissing him, his big hands grabbing at his linen toga and hauling it above his head, tossing it to the ground. You instantly gawked at the expanse of golden skin now exposed to you, kissed by the sun, and marked by scars from years of training and fighting in wars. He appeared to be even more broad without the bulkiness of his armor constantly weighing down on him, his body as strong as it was soft, a reliable vessel blessed by Mars.

Ogling him closely, Acacius went to remove his loincloth; the last piece of fabric shielding him from your view dropped to the marble floor with the rest of his clothes. Trailing your eyes down his body, your sight landed on his thick length bobbing against his stomach; the graying thatch of hair at the base caught your eye, your cunt flexing in response.

You couldn’t help but let your mouth water at the sight of him.

Acacius shuffled forward to hover over you again on the bed, his knees digging into the mattress as he went. Your hands itched to touch him, to get a real feel of him for the first time, but your nerves were starting to eat away at you. Gently, he reaches for one of your hands gripping the sheets, kissing the inside of your palm, each finger, and your inner wrist before placing your hand on his chest right by his left pectoral.

“You can touch me.” He coaxed, not letting go of your hand as you went on your journey to learn his body. “Feel all of me.”

Your touch continued down his bare chest, grazing along the scars you found on his freckled skin. Some were freshly pink, others were faded with age and mixed into the rest of him. You wondered what were the fables of each of these markings, the moment he experienced that imprinted onto him for the rest of his life. You went along the path he set for you, your fingertips reaching his belly button and the soft hair lined underneath it.

With Acacius’ help, you enclosed your hand around his aching cock, the heavy weight of him warm in your hand. You marveled at the sight of him, his skin smooth, twitching at the feel of you giving him a testing squeeze.

“You are big, General.” You commented with a lilt in your voice, the smallest hint of a smirk on your face.

“And you are a tease, little dove.” He played along with your game, guiding your movements with his larger hand, showing you how to touch him the way he liked. Though he was sure he would give you a more in-depth lesson next time.

He groaned at the touch, tentatively jerking him with a flick of your wrist, doing what felt natural to you. To your surprise, he grabbed hold of your jaw and kissed you fervently, fondling him until he took your hand away and urged you to lie flat on your back.

Swathing your arms around his shoulders and keeping him close, Acacius held your thighs, spreading you open and placing your legs on either side of him. His hard cock rested on your pussy, grinding his length between your lips, coating him in your wetness. The tip of him bumped into your slick pearl with every shift of his hips, clenching around nothing and whimpering as you seek more of him, to finally be his.

“Please, Marcus, take me. I want to feel you,” you pleaded, waiting for his next move. Grabbing hold of the base of him, he notches himself at your entrance, his free hand on your hip to keep you steady.

“I will go slow,” he assures you, leaning forward to press his forehead against yours, breathing with you. “You will hold onto me and tell me if it is too much or I hurt you. Understand?”

“I understand,” you echo with a dry mouth, your eyes beating closed as your nerves wrack through you.

Slowly, he rolls his hips and eases himself inside you with a careful thrust, pushing into you with control. Your breath hitches when he manages to get halfway before meeting resistance, fingers clinging onto his shoulders at the slight tinge of pain from being breached for the first time. He tried to thrust into you again, making you whimper from both pain and something else, moving his hips away to lighten the pressure before attempting to drive another inch into you.

“Too much?” He droned, and you nodded shakily. “Breathe for me, sweet girl. You are doing so well.”

The kisses and words of praise he gave you did little to alleviate the stinging tightness you felt from Acacius sliding into you for the first time. You were grateful he had been so attentive before, the fullness of him enough to make your eyes roll to the back of your head. He coaches you to breathe in through your nose, and out your mouth, and once your body was relaxed enough, he plunges into you in one go.

You yelped at the sudden intrusion, the stretch of him bringing tears to your eyes, huffing out a breath and holding onto him tightly, shielding your face in his neck. He stayed still on your behalf, giving you time to adjust, all while caressing your back in the process.

Acacius drew his head back to look at your face, an expression of worry and concern etched on his features. His thumb wiped at the tears that fell from your eyes, kissing you with affection as you leveled your breathing.

“Marcus,” you mumbled at him, looking at him wantonly. “It’s so much…”

“I know, dove. I know it is.” He felt you fidget your hips just a bit, panting from the change in angle. “Just keep your eyes on me, look only at me.”

Following his command, you did your best to focus on Acacius, shuddering when he pulled his hips back, missing the stretch of him already. He lunged himself back into you, down to the hilt, punching a rough moan out of your mouth as he carved room for himself in your cunt. He maintained his slow and even pace, not doing too much to aggravate your body as you adapted to taking him.

The more he moved, the more you craved him. Every push and pull of his hips felt like a kiss from the inside out, his cock hitting spots you didn’t know were a part of you. The depth of his languid strokes and the angle he was hitting felt like a kiss from the inside out, reciprocating his advances and instinctively meeting his thrusts halfway. You didn’t realize how vocal you had become, senseless keens pouring out of you with your arousal coating Acacius’ cock with every shove into you.

“There she is, my little dove.” You pulsed at the way he said it, possessive in his tone and his handling of your body. “Tell me how it feels. Tell me how you want me.”

“Full, so full…” Your voice grew to a higher pitch as you spoke, his eyes rapacious as he watched you. “Please, give me more. I need more.”

He didn’t keep you waiting any longer; grabbing hold of one of your thighs, he raised it to his shoulder, driving into you even deeper. He upped the tempo of his thrusts, sending your head craning into your pillow. Acacius took advantage of your position, laying his entire weight over your body and biting at the skin of your neck as he fucked into you intently, filling you to the hilt and doing it repeatedly.

“That’s it. Take it all, taking me so well.” He grunted into your ear, a hand coming to grapple the back of your head, grabbing your hair in a tight fistful. You were coerced to face him, lamenting with glassy eyes as he had his way with you. “This is what you wanted? To know what it felt like to be mine?”

“Yes, yes,” it seemed to be the only word in your vocabulary, rendered speechless from how Acacius was fucking into you so intimately. “Only yours. Only yours.”

He couldn't hide the wide grin on his face, locking his mouth over yours in a possessive kiss with a snarl, swallowing all of the sounds that poured out of you. The same tingling sensation from earlier sneaked up on you, your slick walls tightening around Acacius’ cock. He altered his bucks against you, hitting as deep as he could, making sure to leave his claim on your body from the inside out.

“Acacius, please…mercy.”

You could barely breathe being smothered under him, your sharp nails scraping at the nape of his neck and down his shoulders, tearing through his skin and marking him for yourself. He licked at his thumb, bringing his hand down to where your bodies met, and rubbed at your slicked nub, a cry forcing its way out of your throat.

“Come for me one more time, little dove,” he pounded against you so vigorously, that you would think he was purposefully trying to break you, the bed creaking under you. “One more for me, mea columba. Give it to me; let me feel you soak me.”

With a wail, you fell over the edge a third time, stars shooting under your eyelids as you shook violently and soaked Marcus entirely. You couldn’t handle the intensity of your orgasm as it slammed into you, all the blood rushing to your head, leaving the rest of your body numb. It felt like you were floating, swimming even, the warm breeze of a shoreline hitting your skin under the blazing sun.

It was euphoric, a sense of nirvana that you’ve prayed for so many times before, and here it was given to you freely and openly by a man that should be held at arm’s length.

Acacius was getting close to meeting his end; you could tell from the way he thrusted more frantically against you, groaning loudly in the curve of your neck. A few more drives of his hips, and he forced himself out of you, fisting his cock rapidly and spilling his seed over your stomach, tainting your clammy skin. You studied him with half-lidded eyes, how he heaved with sweat cascading down the side of his forehead, thick fingers holding his length in his hand to claim you, some of his release dotting your mound.

The General held himself up with one thick arm, closing the distance between you to kiss you much softer than the previous times, your lips plump and bruised from his prior aggressiveness. You reciprocated his affection happily, bringing him closer with a hand winding the back of his head, sighing contently against him.

“You amaze me, General.” You remarked, a dopey smile and wet streaks on your cheeks from the experience he granted you. You silently hoped the other servants in the domus weren’t disturbed by the loud noises coming from your room, but you had a feeling Viria would be able to cover for you.

“And you amaze me. Did so good for me, my sweet girl. So good.” Acacius praised, standing up to reach the bathing basin on the farthest corner of your bedroom. You eyed his broad back as he stepped away from you, catching the red scratches you left embedded in his skin staring back at you.

He turns and smirks when he catches you looking at him, taking the damp cloth to clean his spend from your skin. You slightly hissed when he wiped between your legs, a muttered apology falling from his mouth as he cleansed himself, tossing the rag back in the bowl and sauntering towards you.

You thought he would put his clothes back on and flee into the night, leaving someone to wake you in the morning. Instead, he came to your bed, slipping under the sheets and pulling them back to signal for you to join him. Without a word, you threw the sheets over yourself, a small inch of space between you and Acacius, staring at him curiously as if he had not just taken what remained of your innocence.

He blanketed an arm around your waist, beckoning you closer to him, and you rested your head on his chest, calmed by the steady beating of his heart. You silently caressed his side while he ran lines up your spine, his touch comforting and welcoming, palming your head and running his fingers through your loose hair. There was a nagging question tearing at your spirit, wondering what would come of this, what you meant to the General whom you just gave your virtue to on a silver platter.

“Do you plan to stay?” You asked him, raising your head to look back at him with your chin to his chest, his brown eyes already on you.

“I will be here until dawn breaks, and we will figure everything else out after.” He confirmed, bringing you close, kissing the crown of your head and again on your lips, petting your cheekbone. “Rest now, little dove. I will be here when you wake. I swear it.”

With your body against his, you breathed in his scent; the serenity your body felt beside him eased you to slumber. As you slept against the General, he stayed awake for a while longer, taking in your sweet face as you dreamed of whatever manifested in your pretty head. A part of him grew anxious about what to expect from your blooming relationship, how best to work around your father’s scrutiny, and protect you from the hardships that came from his demanding position in society.

But he knew what he wanted; he knew that whatever this was between you was something he was willing to fight for. And so he held onto you a little tighter, joining you in the land of dreams and fantasizing about you, as he usually did when he was away. Only now, part of his dream became a reality, and he had you by his side, safe in his arms.

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Latin Translations: Vale - farewell/goodbye. Mea columba - my dove.

[honeystrawberryvenus]

15 Random WL Facts

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Hello! My name is Marianel, but you can call me Mari. I am dedicating my blog to reuploading whatever information I have saved to my Tiktok favorites due to the upcoming U.S. January 19th ban. I am into fashion, romance, lifestyle improvement, and anything girly, so there will be plenty of coverage on those topics. All republished material, in order to respect the creators, will contain the original post title, caption, username origin, and content. Thank you for stopping by, and I hope my archive helps in any way!

Just a disclaimer for super health-based posts-I am in no way well-versed in such subjects, much less a professional. I will do my best to fact check what I post so as to not spread misinformation. However, if the aforementioned does occur, please correct me so that I may edit 'my' error. There are outside generated revisions on less-than-solid facts.

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POST TITLE: 15 Random W eight Loss Facts

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Protein is useless if you avoid consuming fats in your diet. (same with vitamins) REVISION: False. Protein is essential for many bodily functions like muscle repair and immune support. It’s important to have a balanced diet with fats, but protein isn’t useless if you're avoiding fats. However, fats help with the absorption of fat-soluble vitamins (A, D, E, K), so avoiding fats can hinder this.

Make sure you consume enough protein, iron, and ESPECIALLY CALCIUM to avoid brittle teeth, hair and nails.

Too much protein and your body treats it the same as carbs. It goes to your glucose stores. REVISION: False. Excess protein isn’t directly converted into glucose the same way carbohydrates are. The body can convert excess protein into glucose via gluconeogenesis, but this process is not as efficient as the conversion of carbohydrates to glucose.

Understand your cravings and adapt to choose healthier options (guide on next 'page')

If you drink mostly diuretics (e.g. caffeine), you need more liquid in your diet.

1L of cool water burns up to 50cal by digesting it. It also helps with performance and burning calories throughout the day. REVISON: False. Drinking cold water can cause a slight increase in calorie burn due to the body needing to warm the water to body temperature. However, it's nowhere near 50 calories. The actual calorie burn is likely to be around 20-30 calories per liter, depending on individual factors.

CRAVINGS AND WHY

Chocolate - Magnesium | Greens, nuts, seeds, whole grains, beans.

Bread - Nitrogen | Obtained from dietary protein, meat, fish, eggs, nuts, grains.

Oily foods - Calcium | Spinach, kale, broccoli.

Cheese - Essential fatty acids | Walnuts, flax oil. Calcium | Broccoli, kale, spinach.

Snacks/Junk food - Unbalanced diet | Water, fruit, vegetables, proteins, fats, carbs.

Pasta - Chromium | Grapes, tomatoes, onion.

Ice - Iron | Red meats, nuts, liver.

Carbonated drinks - Calcium | Spinach, kale, broccoli.

Alcohol - Protein | Beans, meat, eggs. Calcium | Legumes, kale. Potassium | Tomato, banana. Glutamine | Bone broth, beets.

Sugary sweets - Sulfur | Garlic, kale, onion. Tryptophan | Raisins, oatmeal. Chromium | Grapes, tomato, onion. Phosphorus | Lentils, nuts, seeds.

Coffee - Sodium | Sea salt, kombucha. Sulfur | Garlic, kale, onion. Phosphorus | Beans, quinoa, nuts. Iron | Spinach, meat, figs.

Salty snacks - Chloride | Celery, olives, tomatoes. Stress hormones | Vitamins B and C.

7. Certain foods speed up metabolism (see next 'page')

8. Protein burns more calories by digestion than any other type of macro. (20-30%)

9. Protein helps maintain muscle during weight loss. And muscle burns more calories than fat.

100 CALORIES OF METABOLISM BOOSTING FOODS

Lemon (without peel)

Chilli Peppers

Caffeine (black coffee)

Matcha (powder)

Eggs

Ginger

Apple cider vinegar

Beans

Cinnamon

Water

10. 1kg of fat = ~7,000 calories

1lb of fat = ~3,5000 calories

That's how much it takes to gain/lost it.

11. A healthy deficit is up to 500 calories below your TDEE>

12. Never eat below or on your BMR. Your BMR is what you need to function at total rest. (It's what you need in a coma.)

13. After 7 days of fasting, your body is using more muscle for energy than fay. Fasting is useless at that point. REVISION: Partially true. After prolonged fasting (beyond 2-3 days), the body may start breaking down muscle for energy, although this process depends on many factors (hydration, activity level, etc.).

14. Weight training is great for fat loss! Training weights isn't going to make you bulky. It takes ages to do that and loads of training and eating. You'll notice it.

15. You may not notice results at first because your brain is used to seeing a different weight in the mirror. Ignore the mirror. Ignore the scale too (It can't tell you the difference between fat and muscle) and FOCUS ON YOUR MINDSET.

[bornwithhorns92]

How to make your own homemade Rosemary, Mint and Olive oil hair regrowth tincture 🌱🪴🌛🌚🌜.

So I've been doing a lot of research on the properties of herbs and the ways they can help us regenerate ourselves in a healthy natural way, without having to rely on pre-made chemical infused products. As we get older our bodies start to produce hormones that slow down the regeneration process which includes the follicles in our hair that in some cases leave us with hair loss or thinning hair.

This homemade hair oil tincture is believed by naturalists and herbalists to help restore hair health in a natural, non chemical infused way.

Ingredients:

🌱 Fresh Rosemary or dried rosemary leaves if fresh isn't available.

🌱 Fresh Mint leaves or dried if fresh isn't available.

🌱 Extra virgin olive oil or coconut, argan, avocado, rapeseed or almond oil for your tincture base.

Tools:

🪴 Mortar and pestle for grinding the herbs.

🪴 A small bowl for mixing and infusing the herbs with oil.

🪴 A small spoon for stirring.

🪴 Appropriate container for the infusion like a small plastic box or empty bottle depending on how much you wish to make.

Method:

Now you're ready to be your herbal witchy self. The method is very easy and simple.

1. Place your herbs in the mortar and pestle and start crushing them together using as much pressure as you can muster to really get their juices flowing and mixing, once satisfied place the crushed herbs in your smaller bowl.

2. Depending on how much oil you want to make and the amount of herbs you've mixed, pour the amount of oil required to really soak the herbs in.

3. Start mixing it all together until the oils colour starts changing and the scent of the mixture becomes strong enough that you can smell it.

4. Once done mixing, carefully transfer your oil into your chosen container, if using bottles a pipette or small funnel will come in handy.

5. Once contained safely, shake the mixture about a little bit to give it a boost and finally your Witchy homemade Rosemary, Mint and Olive (or other oil) tincture is ready for use.

🌛🌚🌜 Enjoy, You're Welcome and Blessed Be 🖤!

[she-is-ovarit]

You need to consume unsaturated fats or you'll feel slow, fatigued, and never want to do anything.

You have to learn the healthy fats and eat the healthy fats if you're committed to being vegetarian or vegan. Or you will be tired forever, and not the type of tired where you can push through it, but the type of tired where you feel like you have to stay in bed all day and your heart feels like it's being sucked through a straw.

Fatty acids are what lipids in our bodies are made mostly up of. Fatty acids are responsible for energy storage, brain development, blood clotting, and controlling inflammation. They are necessary for your body to be able to absorb vitamins such as vitamin A, D, E, and K. They are necessary for your body to produce sex hormones like testosterone and estrogen. Not having enough of these fats can cause muscle pain, night blindness, infertility, easy bruising, dry hair, hair loss, loose teeth, depression and anxiety, and dermatitis (presenting as dry and scaly rashes).

You need unsaturated fats such as monounsaturated and polyunsaturated fats. These are good fats. Saturated fats and trans fats are bad, these are what raise your risk of heart attacks and strokes. Diets high in saturated fats might also lead to chronic pain.

35% of your caloric intake should be fats. This can be added to the list on why the diet industry is so cruel. Manufacturers and organizations paired with the pornography and cosmetic industry pushing dieting and beauty norms on women and girls for decades impressed the seriously dangerous and false idea that consuming fats was bad. Denying healthy fats means denying healthy brain development, energy and motivation, better ability to heal from injuries, and preventing depression and anxiety.

Balsamic and olive oil together (and you can add some minced garlic if you like) tastes fantastic with warm bread and can be made in 12 minutes.

Cooking with the oils above instead of butter can also introduce fatty acids in your diet (might not be enough though, you need 1-2 tablespoons a day).

Sometimes if I'm in a hurry I just eat a plain avocado a day.

You can sprinkle chia seeds on yogurt. Add flax seed to smoothies.

Just eat 1/4th of pumpkin seeds too (which are also super high in magnesium). That's basically a handful a day, make it part of your morning routine.

Almonds, walnuts, and pecans are also high in good fats.

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Tuesday, October 8

Riley: Well, hey! Willow – and Xander, right? Jeez, what are the chances, huh? Yeah, I was just passing by when I thought I heard people inside. Willow: Passing by in your GI Joe outfit? Buffy: No offence, but you do look wicked conspicuous. Riley: I do? But it’s... paintball! Yeah, I was playing paintball. And then the aftershocks... Xander: So you’re one of the commando guys, huh? Riley: Oh, no, no, no, no. Commando? No, I mean... Don’t I know you? Spike: Me? (Affecting a bad Texan accent) No. No, sir. I’m just an old pal of Xander’s here.

~~Buffy Episode #67: "Doomed"~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Redemption (Buffy/Spike, M) by Spikelover4ever

The Body Switch (Buffy/Spike, E) by Spikelover4ever

i think i was born bored (Illyria/Fred, E) by natalieisfreezing

Pawn (Angelus/Willow, T) by MedeaBtVS

Knight (Angelus/Willow Rosenberg, T) by MedeaBtVS

Rook (Angelus/Willow Rosenberg, T) by MedeaBtVS

Bishop (Angelus/Willow Rosenberg, T) by MedeaBtVS

Queen (Angelus/Willow Rosenberg, T) by MedeaBtVS

King (Angelus/Willow Rosenberg, T) by MedeaBtVS

No Rest for the Wicked (Willow, Spike, T) by MedeaBtVS

Just Between Us (Did the Love Affair Maim You Too?) (Buffy/Spike, T) by thoughtsofahouseplant

[Chaptered Fiction]

Situation Normal - All Faithed Up - Chapter 10 (Buffy/Faith, M) by QuillBard

Masters & Minions 5: Oil and Blood Ch. 1-6/6 (COMPLETE) (Angel/Willow/Spike, E) by MedeaBtVS

Masters & Minions 6: Coming of Age Ch. 1-10/10 (COMPLETE) (Angel/Willow Rosenberg/Spike, E) by MedeaBtVS

Buffy s7 Missing Scenes Ch. 1 (Ensemble, T) by Oliver (TaruUchiha)

Greatest Love Story - Postlude Ch. 18 (Angel/Spike, M) by FalseGinger

In the Company of Witches and Slayers Ch. 161 (Willow/Tara, E) by VladimirHarkonnen (TheLightdancer)

Sharing is Caring Ch. 2/2 (COMPLETE) (Buffy/Angel, E) by fatalfae

Veni, vidi, vici Ch. 2 (Angel/Cordelia, T, Harry Potter xover) by LadyInBlackandWhite

Aegis Ch. 22 (Xander, T, multiple xovers) by dogbertcarroll, Narsil

Forged in shadows Ch. 3 (Angel/Lindsey, M) by CloudSeeker

Horrorshow Ch. 27 (AtS Ensemble, multiple pairings, E) by vampbrat

Unholy Matrimony, Chapter 12 (Buffy/Spike, ) by CheekyKitten

The Neighbor's Point of View, Chapter 137 (Buffy/Spike, T) by the_big_bad

Unconditional, Chapter 10-11 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Blade Redwind

Linchpin, Chapter 6 (Buffy/Spike, E) by hulettwyo

Revelations, Chapter 5 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Niamh

Why Me? Ch. 12 (Buffy, G, Lilo & Stitch xxover) by JoeB

I Shall Dress In Aeternum Ch. 2 (Buffy, M, Highlander xover) by BlueStories

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork:Drusilla by tiaragloryart

Artwork:Spike by emihotaru

Artwork:Dear Auntie Liz and Uncle Elly from ff: «A Different Kind of Hell» by OffYourBird by flyora

Artwork:Der Kindestod by onedrawsoverthecuckoosnest

[Reviews & Recaps]

PODCAST: ATS 303 - That Old Gang of Mine by Another Buffy Podcast

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[Fandom Discussions]

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Vampire Hair Growth by aphony-cree

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What If: Glory had killed Tara by Multiple Authors

Anya's response in The Body by Stoney

The impact of loss and trauma on Angel's outlook by Stoney

How would Buffy do up against the demons in Supernatural? by jdpm1991

Poor Cordelia's hair by enrichyournerdpower

Can someone explain.. by hakuinzenji5

Angel's curse makes sense to me by spectacleskeptic

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Worst episode. Can’t get through it. by gigabowserq

Favorite Buffy Set and why? by Rich_Librarian9956

Was the Angel TV show actually a big deal at the time? by shukii89

Darla, Angel, Drusilla, Spike Vampire Family Tree by authenticriver

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They did our girl Anyanka dirty by lmeyer64

Moo and gender equal parenting... by Zinkerst

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My Thoughts After a Recent Rewatch by Morrowindsofwinter

What's the worst thing this character has done: Buffy Summers by HereLiesMyFinalWor-

We Saw You From Across the Bar and Really Dig Your Vibe by The-Sarlacc-Pit

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[halucinnate]

how to stay in control without losing everything 𖹭

Okay, real talk. We all know the struggle—trying to lose weight and keep everything perfect without your body betraying you in the process. No one talks about the side effects that can creep up, like hair loss or, um, bad smells. Here are some tips to help stay immune to those while keeping on track:

✨ Hair loss prevention ✨

Biotin & Zinc: These are your best friends. Supplements or foods like almonds and spinach can help keep your hair strong while you’re losing weight.

Protein is key: Even if you’re cutting calories, make sure to get lean protein (egg whites, fish, or even protein shakes). Hair needs protein to grow, and trust me, losing weight doesn’t have to mean losing your hair.

hair masks: Use coconut oil or olive oil once a week (or your favorite hair mask!). It keeps your hair moisturized and less likely to break.

✨ Bad fart smells (we’ve all been there) ✨

Herbal teas: Peppermint or fennel tea can reduce bloating and help digestion, keeping you from feeling gassy.

Probiotics: These will help balance your gut, making things a lot less awkward if you know what I mean.

Avoid high-sulfur foods: If you’re noticing things getting smelly, maybe cut back on broccoli, cabbage, and dairy. They can trigger gas, especially when you’re eating less.

✨ Stay energized without caving ✨

Sleep > everything: Make sure you’re getting enough rest. It helps with energy, metabolism, and keeping cravings under control.

We’re all chasing that perfect control, but you don’t have to sacrifice everything along the way. Stay strong and take care of yourself. 💀

[staccato-fever]

TOÜSSAINT'S OVERSOULS MANUAL

Spirit Unity Syncretism Oversoul with Technology, Education, Art, Books, Medicine, Fitness, and Food (TEABMFF) "Issä Spirit Unity Book Real Estate Dictionary Oversoul"

Expansive Mood (Disinhibition, Sensory Overload, XYY)

Posttraumatic Growth Ecstasy Spiritual Healing

Ecstasy Spiritual Healing Water Recovery

Is̈sa Patroness Oversoul (XYY and Schizoaffective Morning Star-Sun-Neptune Ruling Planets Spirit ESTJ Androgynous Type) (Art Financing/Sports Biologist)

Piërre Patroness Oversoul (XYY, MSTN, ACTN3, Mercury-Mars-Sun Ruling Planets Spirit ISTP Type) (Sensory Play)

Yves̈ Patroness Oversoul (XYY, Expansive Mood-Sensory Overload Morning Star-Mars-Sun ESTP Androgynous Spirit Type) (Virtuoso)

Chaärms Patroness (Oblong Face, Novelty-Seeking, Financial Worshipping Disorders, Poker Brain, Chess Decision Template, Insulin Sensitivity, Low Agreeableness with High Conscientious, Asperger's with Savant Skills, Disinhibited Bipolar 2, Grey Matter Brain, Borderline Personality Disorder; Morning Star-Neptune-Mars-Sun-Moon ISFP MBTI Leo Female Lucifer's Wife Ballerina)

GENOME EDITING

Type III (scores 14–20) sometimes mild burn, tans uniformly (golden honey or olive), Wavy Abbreviation: Surfer Black Hair, Grey Eyes (Green or Blue depending on Mood)

PRINCIPALITIES-EROTES ANGELS OF WAR AESTHETIC THEORY

Language

Principalities: Euphonic Arabic Script Art History Language; Association with Marriage, Sensory Play, Finance, Science, Auditory Aesthetics, Sassafras & Resveratrol, Impure Aesthetic Poetry, Romance Studies, Blue Zone Gastronomy, and Graffiti-Gambling Vulgar Euphonic Slang (Art Financing-Grassroots Language)

Psychology

Keystone Habits

Intrapreneurship Joint Venture Sales Pitch

Opportunity Cost with Intrapreneurship for Joint Venture Contract Meetings. The Eisenhower Matrix is best for addressing problems within companies; with these problems, use the Blue Ocean Strategy to create new markets.

International Events

Rugby World Cup, Davis Cup, Bocuse D’or, Laureus World Sports Awards

Athletics

Capture the Flag, Coup de Pied, Yoruba Jiu-jitsu, Volleyball, Artistic Cycling, Artistic Gymnastics, Rugby

Athletic Platform

Lacoste All-Court: Collagen Athlete (Elastic Force), Baseliner + Serve and Volley, Tennisology (Sports Biology), Stylistic Biomechanics, Tennis Anatomy, Toussaint Cosmetic Surgery (Lipodissolve-Full Body Etching with Hyaluronic Acid Fillers), et Grassroots for Paris Fashion Week

Music

Toussaint Bass: Shakespeare Impure Aesthetics Lyrics and Ballards Vocals-Mozart Effect Composition Melodic EDM; (Layered 808 Progression with Saw Pedal and Syncopated Percussion)

Central African Bathing

3 Shower Sebum Loss Prevention: Soap Moisturizer Bar with First Shower and Second & Third No Soap with Coco Butter-Musk Aftershave Balm Dry Off

Ibiza Tourism Grey-collar Game Theory Network

Ginseng Travel-health Parametric Insurance and Construction Trust Fund

Biogeometry Cosmetic Surgery

Full Body Etching-Lipodissolve and Hyaluronic Acid Fillers.

Medicine

Hydrolyzed Collagen-safrole Oil, Dextromethorphan, Cycloparaphenylene

Biomathematics

Biogeometry, Biomechanics

Decadence

marked by excessive self-indulgence and moral decay

“a decadent life of excessive money and no sense of responsibility”

Subjective

Based on or influenced by personal feelings, tastes, or opinions

Precarious Balance

Precariously: If something is happening or positioned precariously, it's in danger. A glass could be precariously balanced on the edge of a table. If something is on the verge of danger, then the word precariously fits.

Semblance

Semblance is generally used to suggest a contrast between outward appearance and inner reality.

Phantasmagorical

Having a fantastic or deceptive appearance

adjective. having a fantastic or deceptive appearance, as something in a dream or created by the imagination. having the appearance of an optical illusion, especially one produced by a magic lantern.

Law of Polarity in Relationships

In any successful relationship that has an intimate connection and sexual attraction, there is polarity. What does this mean exactly? Polarity in relationships is the spark that occurs between two opposing energies: masculine and feminine. Gender does not affect whether you have masculine or feminine energy.

Second Reflection

Burden Aesthetics with Intentions

The Second Reflection lays hold of the Technical Procedures

TOÜSSAINT'S RIVER IN CASABLANCA FOR CASABLANCA MERINO SHEEP FARM AND CHINO CLOTH

The civilization of ancient Egypt was indebted to the Nile River and its dependable seasonal flooding. The river's predictability and fertile soil allowed the Egyptians to build an empire on the basis of great agricultural wealth; Egyptian Cotton Canvas and Poplin Shirt.

VŒUX DE CHAMPAGNE (MEDITERRANEAN GASTRONOMY COLLECTIVE)

(Competitive Sensory Play) Armed robbery is typically motivated by the desire to obtain money, which is then often used to purchase drugs; however, some armed robbers engage in the crime with the intention of boosting their status within their peer group. Whatever the motivation, the act is classified as a violent crime, because armed robberies can result in injury and sometimes death to victims.

(Agreggator Model) Some common kinds of robbers include first offenders, persistent thieves and hustlers, drug addicts, habitual robbers, and skillful planners.

(Graffiti Art Galleries) Raiding is a military tactic or operational warfare mission which has a specific purpose. Raiders do not capture and hold a location, but quickly retreat to a previously defended position before enemy forces can respond in a coordinated manner or formulate a counter-attack. A raiding group may consist of combatants specially trained in this tactic, such as commandos, or as a special mission assigned to any regular troops. Raids are often a standard tactic in irregular warfare, employed by warriors, guerrilla fighters, or other irregular military forces. Some raids are large, for example, the Sullivan Expedition.

The purposes of a raid may include: to capture specific key persons; to gather intelligence.

(First Masterpiece) Principalities English: Euphonic Art History Language; Association with Sensory Play, Finance, Science, Auditory Aesthetics, Impure Aesthetic Poetry, Ecstasy & Wine, Romance Studies, Blue Zone Gastronomy, and Graffiti-Gambling Vulgar Euphonic Slang (Art Financing).

TOÜSSAINT'S BULLET CHESS INFLUENCED ART CURATORS (FARMLAND RENTAL PROPERTIES)

Preparation: The first step in creating such a good repertoire is to understand that memorization comes in a distant second to an appreciation of the ideas behind your opening moves

Prophylaxis*: In the game of chess, prophylaxis or a prophylactic move is a move that stops the opponent from taking action in a certain area for fear of some type of reprisal. Prophylactic moves are aimed at not just improving one's position but preventing the opponent from improving their own. 

Pre-Move: This is when you make your move *before* the opponent has taken their turn; Helps with Time, Creates psychological pressure

Tactical Vision: Tactics are maneuvers that take advantage of short-term opportunities. They can support your strategy and/or destroy your opponent's plan and ideas; Tactical and combinational themes must be mastered

Opening Game: A chess opening is the group of initial moves of a chess game. In addition to referring to specific move sequences, the opening is the first phase of a chess game, 

Middle Game: The middlegame in chess is the portion of the game in between the opening and the endgame, though there is no clear line between the opening and middlegame or between the middlegame and endgame. The theory on the middlegame is less developed than the opening or endgame.

Development: It is important to develop your whole Army. Note the word whole. Some players get a few pieces out and launch an attack. The necessity for quick development depends on the type of Center that exists. For example, if the center is closed, development is not necessarily a priority because the enemy pieces won't be able to break into your position. However, if the center is open, development takes on a great significance

Initiative**: The side that forces its ideas on a reacting opponent; Is making believable threats or responding to threats

Dynamic Advantage: A dynamic Advantage centers around temporary items like development, initiative, and more active pieces. Make sure you make use of this Dynamic Plus before the opponent catches up in development, the initiative runs dry, or you're active pieces are exchanged

Compensation: If you give up something (space, structural weakness, squares, material) and get nothing in return you are in trouble. However, if you give up the same imbalances (space, structural weakness, squares, material) in exchange for different types of imbalance you are said to have compensation for whatever it is you gave up

Material Advantage: A material advantage goes to the player who has more and/or stronger pieces.

End Game: In chess and chess-like games, the endgame is the stage of the game when a few pieces are left on the board. The line between middlegame and endgame is often not clear and may occur gradually or with the quick exchange of a few pairs of pieces. 

TOÜSSAINT'S PHARMACOECONOMICS

A pharmacopoeia, pharmacopeia, or pharmacopoea (from the obsolete typography pharmacopœia, meaning "drug-making"), in its modern technical sense, is a book containing directions for the identification of compound medicines, and published by the authority of a government or a medical or pharmaceutical society. Descriptions of preparations are called monographs. In a broader sense it is a reference work for pharmaceutical drug specifications. Although older writings exist which deal with herbal medicine, the major initial work in the field is considered to be the Edwin Smith Papyrus in Egypt, Pliny's pharmacopoeia. Pharmacoeconomics refers to the scientific discipline that compares the value of one pharmaceutical drug or drug therapy to another. It is a sub-discipline of health economics. A pharmacoeconomic study evaluates the cost (expressed in monetary terms) and effects (expressed in terms of monetary value, efficacy or enhanced quality of life) of a pharmaceutical product. Pharmacoeconomic studies serve to guide optimal healthcare resource allocation, in a standardized and scientifically grounded manner.

Cost-of-illness analysis (COI)

Cost-benefit analysis (CBA)

Budget-impact analysis (BIA)

Cost-utility analysis (CUA)

Cost-consequence analysis (CCA)

Cost-comparison analysis

Cost-minimization analysis (CMA)

Cost-effectiveness analysis (CEA)

TOÜSSAINT'S WATER FILTERING SYSTEM

Activated Charcoal, Colloidal Oatmeal, and Superoxide Dismutase (SOD)

LITERATURE ARTS BIBLE

The Manifesto of Futurism (Italian: Manifesto del Futurismo) is a manifesto written by the Italian poet Filippo Tommaso Marinetti and published in 1909.[1] Marinetti expresses an artistic philosophy called Futurism that was a rejection of the past and a celebration of speed, machinery, violence, youth and industry. It also advocated the modernization and cultural rejuvenation of Italy. 

Institut Paul Bocuse Gastronomique: The Definitive Step-by-Step Guide to Culinary Excellence; Founded in 1990 by the great French chef for whom it is named, Institut Paul Bocuse is one of the world's leading culinary schools. Located just outside Lyon, the French gastronomic capital, it operates with advisory boards that include leading chefs from around the world (e.g., Daniel Boulud, Yannick Alleno, Juan Mari Arzak, Normand Laprise, Thomas Keller). With more than 1,800 photographs illustrating 250 essential kitchen techniques, this 720-page, slipcased volume addresses both motivated self-instructors and trained chefs who may occasionally want to refresh their knowledge of classic technique.

Négritude: Naissance et expansion du concept a documentary by Nathalie Fave and Jean-Baptiste Fave, first minutes online, with the interventions of Amadou Lamine Sall, Racine Senghor, Lylian Kesteloot, Jean-Louis Roy, Jacqueline Lemoine, Gérard Chenêt, Victor Emmanuel Cabrita, Nafissatou Dia Diouf, Amadou Ly, Youssoufa Bâ, Raphaël Ndiaye, Alioune Badara Bèye, Hamidou Dia, Georges Courrèges, Baba Diop; Maison Africaine de la Poésie Internationale. Shot in Sénégal in 2005, 56' (DVD)

Coffee and Cigarette Documentary This 11-vignette film focuses on the human interactions that happen while partaking in the everyday indulgence of coffee and cigarettes. Featuring well-known actors and other artists as themselves or some version thereof, the film highlights the nuances and subtle hostilities that can be a part of seemingly normal conversations. Bill Murray waits on the Wu-Tang Clan, Iggy Pop and Tom Waits get on each others' nerves and Jack and Meg White of the White Stripes discuss Nikola Tesla.

A creed, also known as a confession of faith, a symbol, or a statement of faith, is a statement of the shared beliefs of a community (often a religious community) in a form which is structured by subjects which summarize its core tenets. 

PRINCIPALITIES TOÜSSAINT'S MINK MILE VŒUX DE CHAMPAGNE CREDO MASCULINITÉ 

Rejection of Past Africa for Romance Studies and Greco-Grigori Science 

Principalities Settlement on Mercury through Space Chakra

A Lion's, Kangaroo's, & Cheetah's Hearts and a pair of Eagle Eyes are added to Spirits

Virgo Births and Planet Realignment

Mutable Leo, Aries, Sagittarius Sensing Myers-Briggs Type Indicator Patronesses and Planet Realignment; 3 Per Zodiac Sign (Sensory Play Male ISTP, ESTP Androgynous Virtuoso Intrapreneur, ESTJ Androgynous Insurance Agent)

Chinos and Dufflebag Dress Code

Digimon: The Movie is the influence for TK and Kari Digiworld Shamanism (Technology Aesthetic for Patronesses)

Dark Arts-Martial Arts Army Civilian

Principalities-Erotes Aesthetic Theory

Construction Trust Fund Insurance Business Model

Real Estate Identification 

Cash is a Liability in Capitalism

Distorted Sensory Play for Wings Development

Spirit Unity Syncretism Oversoul with Technology, Education, Art, Books, Medicine, Fitness, and Food (TEABMFF)

Sociobiology (Socioeconomic Status Theory of Development; Sociocultural Theory of Development; Sociopolitical Theory of Development)

Gymnastic Rings

Olfactory Arts

Grey-collar Working Class Game Theory Network

GABA Hegemonic Masculinity Settlement Colonization

Psychology

Age 16 Group Home Passage of Living Like Your Father Is Dead To Become A Man (Exposure Therapy)

Gambling and Bankroll Magement

Gastronomy

Collagen Sports Science

Vice Script

Yoruban Jiu-jitsu

Military Equipment

Fertility

Why Principalities English has a Vulgar Euphonic Accent And Is Classified As An Art History Language (Written by Poets, and is Spoken by Kinaesthetic Learners)

Wine Casual Dress Code (Chino and Duffle Bag)

Keystone Habits

Wolves

Authors Of Scientific Theory

Heritage Assets

Mastering Dynamic Plank, Reverse Plank, and Hollow Hold

Bioeconomy (BioTechnology Central Hedge Fund-Game Theory Offshore Master’s Exchange Program)

Offshore Aquaculture Predators

Guerilla Fitness Routine

Orthtropics (Jaw Contouring, Mewing, and Masseter Silicone Chewing)

Bengal Cat Owners

Collagen-sassafras Oil BioGeometry Cosmetics Diploma

Nutritional Biochemistry Rations and Take-out

Media Studies

3 Sleep Cycle Naps Twice a Day

Aftershave Balm as a Body Lotion Replacement

30's is the most Important Decade in a Man's Life

Mineral Water Hair Cosmetics

Pearl Mouth Jewellery

Impure Aesthetics Poetry Theory

Sexual Healing Guide

Our Version of Shango's Heavens Belongs to Angels of War (Eros, Gadreel, and Issä)

Toussaint's Physique: Force-Velocity Systematic Calisthenics Contrast Superset Lower Half Influenced V-taper (Plyometrics for Cardio)

Pan-fried & Grilled Crab Cooking Competition Show for Shango

Shakespeare Adaptation Thrillers Screenplay

Vulgar Poetry and Graffiti Graphic Design

Having a Favourite Element on the Periodic Table.

How Eros gave us Dionysus as a Wine and Ecstasy Deity through Pothos for an Energy Drink Microeconomy

Tennis Streetwear during Youth and Wine Country Casual at the age of 18

Economic & Finance Exploratory Schools (5-18)

Mediterranean Games Economy International Event Insurance Business Model

Using Dark Arts for Venus and Mars as Ruling Planets

Andrology Research Video Essays and Online Articles

Toussaint-Nike-Jennifer Psychology Parenthood

Stacked Leucine Bedtime Drink for Hormone Release Recovery and Fertility Nude Sleep

Sensing Myers Briggs Type Indicator Sensory Play Art Schools for Information Processing

Replace Packaged Food with Smoothie Frequency and Nut Bottom Yogurts

Random Acts of Long Distance Food Poetry

The Davis Cup is French Settlement

2 Am Bedtime for After Hours Sensory Play

Coffee Pastry Sheets for Breakfast Pastries

Winter Point Break Gastronomy

Cigarillos-Ecstasy Expansive Mood Oversoul

FRANÇAFRIQUE HYDROLYZED COLLAGEN + RESVERATROL AND GINSENG + CONJUGATED LINOLEIC ACID + L-CARNITINE MICROECONOMICS ENERGY DRINK ECONOMY

Travel-health Insurance Sales Agent (Policy, Service, Premium Bought Farmland and Interest Gathering Assets)

Graffiti Cinematography Art Galleries

Acid Garden Streetwear Trade Shows

Sports Performance Center

Coup de Pied Courts (Grassroots)

Video Game Design

Graffiti Graphic Design Sister Company

Collagen Supplement Store with Research Insitute

Economic Forecasting Pool-Live Betting Board Game

Rental Property Farmland and Penthouse Artist Residency Grocery Store

Ibiza Primate Structure

Audio Engineer Red Bull Academy

Ecstasy Concentrate Pedology BioTech Research Institute

Fougere Skincare Manufacturing

Beach Festivals

Bape Corporate Education Art Schools

Gastronomy Tours

Create an Ecstasy Expansive Mood Oversoul for Art through Spirit-Type Syncretism

Opportunity Costs Theory: Opportunity costs represent the potential benefits that an individual, investor, or business misses out on when choosing one alternative over another. Because opportunity costs are unseen by definition, they can be easily overlooked.

LAYERED HANAEL CHAINS OF TOÜSSAINT-GADREEL

The Star of David

Virgin Mary Pendant

VŒUX DE CHAMPAGNE BIBLE DE COELESTI HIERARCHIA

De Coelesti Hierarchia (Greek: Περὶ τῆς Οὐρανίας Ἱεραρχίας, "On the Celestial Hierarchy") is a Pseudo-Dionysian work on angelology, written in Greek and dated to ca. AD the 5th century; it exerted great influence on scholasticism and treats at great length the hierarchies of angels.

MALAGASY PRINCIPALITIES LANDSCAPING & GARDENING EXPO

Funding 

LMVH Distribution 

Layout 

Model off of an Amusement Park

Product

Horticulture is the art of cultivating plants in gardens to produce food and medicinal ingredients, or for comfort and ornamental purposes. Horticulturists are agriculturists who grow flowers, fruits and nuts, vegetables and herbs, as well as ornamental trees and lawns 

Sports Performance Facility 

Indoor Garden 

Wedding Host 

Photography Garden 

Food Court 

Restaurants: Upscale 

Farmer's Market 

Coffee Shops 

Cannabis Fields 

Rum Production Centre 

Corporate Meeting: Christmas and New Year's Parties 

Investor meeting spot

Diplomatic Events 

Shopping Centre 

Outdoor Concert Venue 

Theatre Arts 

Business School 

Member Banks Headquarters 

ISSF Olympic skeet: Qualifiers, Membership 

Running Trails: Street Art Stairs 

Ballet Academy

Diamond Bourse

Foreign Relations 

Fund Foreign Expos to Increase Diplomatic Relationship: Increase Tourism, Off-shore Companies, and Bank Accounts.

Cabana Club 

Water System: Experiment with Activated Charcoal, Colloidal Oatmeal, Superoxide Dismutase (SOD) 

DIAMONDS TRAFFICKING

Debswana Diamond Company Limited, or simply Debswana, is a mining company located in Botswana, and is the world's leading producer of diamonds by value. Debswana operates four diamond mines in the eastern and central parts of Botswana, as well as a coal mine. Debswana is a joint venture between the government of Botswana and the South African diamond company De Beers; each party owns 50 percent of the company.

World Federation of Diamond Bourses Executive & Promotion Committee

The World Federation of Diamond Bourses (WFDB) is an association of the world’s major diamond bourses and promotes the interests of the member bourses and their members. As the official organization of the international diamond trading sector, the WFDB creates a common set of trading practices in rough and polished diamonds.

Founded in 1947, the WFDB currently has 29 affiliated bourse members located in major diamond centers throughout the world. The WFDB encourages the establishment of new diamond bourses, and aids and supports bourses in their early stages. The organization also invites members of related diamond sectors – such as finance, retail, shipping and more – to join as associate members.

The WFDB Executive Committee: The Executive Committee directs and enforces the policies of the WFDB according to resolutions passed by Congresses and Presidents’ Meetings and has the authority to give them proper effect.

The WFDB Promotion Committee: The Promotion Committee makes recommendations to the Executive Committee in order to enhance the promotion of the WFDB on various levels, such as via social media, the website and more.

The WFDB Judicial Committee: The Judicial Committee is responsible for all legal matters relating to the WFDB, such as international arbitration issues. The Committee makes recommendations to the Executive Committee and the affiliated bourses to amend the WFDB Laws and Inner Rules.

The WFDB Trade And Business Committee: The Trade and Business committee makes recommendations to the Executive Committee concerning industry relations with financial institutions worldwide, lab-grown diamonds, Know Your Customer and the System of Warranties.

The WFDB Trade And Business Committee

The Trade and Business committee makes recommendations to the Executive Committee concerning industry relations with financial institutions worldwide, lab-grown diamonds, Know Your Customer and the System of Warranties.

Ideas: Luxury Goods Encrusted Items Investment Service and Auction; Example, Hermès Bag Investment System, Masterworks Underwriting Auction System Information Catwalks with models then bidding in a separate room with Video Replay for YouTube 

Industries to attach to: Offshore Banking, Insurance, Collateral

ABC Exchange (Alumina, Beryllium, Carbon): There are four types of precious stones: diamonds, rubies, sapphires, and emeralds. Each type has its own specific chemical and physical properties. Diamonds are made from carbon, rubies, and sapphires from alumina, and emeralds from beryllium.

THE DIAMOND STANDARD

Interest Rate Pegging, Environmental alternative to gold, Surplus item during Quantitative Easing, Low Interest Rates lead to spending and loans for investment which means buying and trading diamonds will balloon 

Mine Pairs: What Is a Currency Pair? A currency pair is the quotation of two different currencies, with the value of one currency being quoted against the other. The first listed currency of a currency pair is called the base currency, and the second currency is called the quote currency.

Diamond Mine Investment Group: Mines can create private Investment Groups. Items within Group, Diamond Retail, Panic Buttons, Time Opening Buzzer Entrance, Shatterproof Display Cases, Time Opening Safes, 2 Floor Stores System 

Diamond Trading: Industrial diamond manufacturing sectors, Capital Gains Taxing, Create Offshore revenue through trading. Blockchain is a volatile market for good liquidity, Vehicle Currency Low-Interest Rates mean the currency will be traded against other currencies, Shorting own currency to get foreign currency and exchanging returns for domestic currency stabilize the exchange rate and Currency Basket 

TUNNEL STRATEGY (OFFSHORE BANKING)

Purpose: Permanent Residence Card or Citizenship By Investment

$200k Deposit

$125k: 60/40 portfolio, 60% Fixed Income & REITs and 40% Blue Chip Stocks 

$50k: Guaranteed Investment Certificates (GICs) and Term Deposits are secured investments. This means that you get back the amount you invest at the end of your term. The key difference between a GIC and a term deposit is the length of the term. Term deposits generally have shorter terms than GICs.

$25k: Spending Cash 

BNP PARIBAS FORTIS EQUITY FINANCING

Tax Deductible Charity: Ecological Preservation Real Estate & Natural Resources Development (Coffee and Tobacco)

Art Gallery/Diamonds Accessoires OTC Underwriting-Auction and Graffiti Cinematography

CONGOLESE SYSTEMATIC CALISTHENICS

Pyramid Sets with Systematic Calisthenics

CONGOLESE CONTRAST TRAINING

Isometric Hold, Dynamic Effort Method Lifting, Plyometric, 60 Meter Sprint or Vertical Jump, Intra-Set Stretching 

CONGOLESE CORE PYRAMID TRAINING

Isometric Hold-Isotonic Contraction-Cobra Pose (10 Seconds Hollow Hold/15 Bicycle/Cobra Pose, 15 Seconds Hollow Hold/7 Bicycle-Cobra Pose)

CONGOLESE PYRAMID MUSCLE ACTIVATION WARM UP

Ido Portal's Isometric-Mobility Squat Routine

Contrast Dynamic Hollow Hold

Wall Sit-Weighted Jump Rope

CONGOLESE RESISTANCE TRAINING EQUIPMENT

Pull-up Bands

Gymnastic Rings

Weighted Jump Rope

Weighted Vest (Rucking Specialization)

CONGOLESE SUPPLEMENTATION

Resveratrol/Soy Isoflavones (Hormones)

Leucine/L-Carnitine/Creatine (Stacked Muscle Growth)

Keto BHB (Fat Loss)

CONGOLESE WAVES

Bleached, Level 2 Temple Drop Fade, ≠ Head and Eyebrow Part, Pencil Mustache

Waves Products: Pomade, Wave Butter, Wave Shampoo, Sea Salt Spray

Shower Brush Method: Detangle Hair with Comb, Soak Hair for a Couple Minutes, Scramble Wash, Create Thick Lather and Shower Brush #1 Training Pattern, Create Thick Lather and Shower Brush #2 Training Pattern, Lather and Lay Down Pattern, Put on Durag and Rinse

When hair is dry use Wave Butter, Pomade and Sea Salt Spray

CONGOLESE HIGH SCHOOL CAREER

Lifeguard-Butcher-Pastry Chef Job Trio (Dōrifutoshīn Gran Turismo Trafficking, Streaming, and Sports Book)

Fougère Cultivateur

Law and Parenting Students

CONGOLESE GROCERY COFFEE CULTURE

Cold Brew

Java Tobacco

Coffee Flavoured Chocolate

Coffee Pastry Frosting

Coffee Breakfast Whipped Cream

Coffee Liqueur (Candles)

CONGOLESE WARRIOR FASTING

Doubled Up Meal Replacement Smoothies (Oatmeal, Spinach, Chia Seeds, Flaxseeds)

4 Hour Window (Pork, Seafood, Duck, and Polysaccharides)

7 Pm Workout for Sleep and Morning Recovery

VŒUX DE CHAMPAGNE MAIN INSURANCE INCOMES

Hotel Vertical Integration Ghost Kitchen Clientele Grocery Stores

French Socioeconomic Status Development Immigration Multilingual Sensory Play Cooking Channel

Bape Art Corporate Education Curriculum (No Audition Course)

The pioneer was Société Générale de Belgique, the ancestor of BNP Paribas Fortis, which was founded in Brussels in 1822. It invented the hybrid bank, combining deposit management and corporate sponsorship, with Crédit Mobilier (founded by the Pereire brothers) soon following suit.

SONY DISTRIBUTION: Gran Turismo, Cyberpunk 2077, Ghost of Tsushima, Gundam Wing, Zoids, Sonic The Hedgehog, FIFA Trafficking and Re-sale Market

Jupiler Rugby Pro Union and Pro League

Barber Salons

As of 2023, the global chocolate industry is worth $127.9 billion USD.

Madagascar Vanille: The global vanilla extract market size was valued at USD 5.26 billion in 2021. The market is projected to grow from USD 4.94 billion in 2022 to USD 6.29 billion by 2029, exhibiting a CAGR of 3.52% during the forecast period.

According to the report, the global cheese market was valued at over 83.4 billion U.S. dollars in 2022, and is forecast to reach at over 120.2 billion by 2028.

The global rabbit meat market revenue amounted to $6.4 billion in 2017, picking up by 12% against the previous year. This is according to market research firm IndexBox, which also stated that the market value increased an average annual rate of +4.0% from 2007 to 2017.

However you serve them, duck eggs are an excellent source of nutrition. Their dark yellow yolk indicates that they hold more antioxidants, more omega-3 fatty acids, and 50% more vitamin A than chicken eggs.

Sephora is a leader in global prestige retail, teaching and inspiring clients to play in a world of beauty. Owned by LVMH Moët Hennessy Louis Vuitton, the world's leading luxury goods group, Sephora has earned its reputation as a beauty trailblazer with its expertise, innovation, and entrepreneurial spirit. At Sephora, beauty is in our DNA. Our revolutionary beauty-retail concept, founded in France by Dominique Mandonnaud in 1970, is defined by its unique, open-sell environment with an ever-increasing assortment of products from carefully curated brands, featuring indie darlings, emerging favorites, trusted classics, and Sephora’s own, SEPHORA COLLECTION. Today, Sephora is not only the leading retailer of perfume and cosmetics stores in France, but also a powerful beauty presence in countries around the world thanks to its unparalleled assortment of prestige products in every category, unbiased service from experts, interactive shopping environment, and innovation.

VŒUX DE CHAMPAGNE DJ RECUITMENT

Bassline Genre

Energy Drink

VŒUX DE CHAMPAGNE HUMAN SPIRITS

Samuel de Champlain/Jean-Jacques Dessalines/Marcus Garvey (Samuel de Champlain Spirit Type Oversoul)

Alexander the Great

VŒUX DE CHAMPAGNE MINK MILE WOMEN

Sephora Girls

Art Curators

Ballerines

KINSHASA CAPITAL STRATEGY

Primate State European Architecture Metropolitan Capitals

The Belgian banking system has long been known to be a sophisticated and liberal banking system. Standardized customer account numbers for all financial intermediaries are widely used, and internet and phone banking are well developed. There are no restrictions on the free movement of capital and regulatory requirements are minimal. There is a particularly wide and flexible range of loan products offered to companies, with no discrimination as to the nationality of the investor. There are also many options available when it comes to raising risk capital. Thanks to an efficient branch network, there is a large number of Belgian and foreign banks servicing the country. Due to the sheer volume of international business carried out in Belgium, more than half of all banking transactions are international financial transactions. The majority of Belgian banks also have an extensive international network based on strategically located branches in the main financial markets around the world. A number of the 106 banks located in Belgium feature prominently in the top 100 international banks. The combined assets of the three main banks (Fortis, ING and KB Group) amount to $370 billion. All credit institutions (banks and savings banks) operate under the same legal framework and are monitored by the same supervisory authorities. The Banking, Finance and Insurance Commission (BFAC) supervises the activities of financial institutions, including banks, investment funds, stock brokers, finance companies and holding companies. As a result of the deregulation of the banking sector in 1993, credit institutions have been able to offer all financial services, as defined by European legislation. The BFAC supervises the financial sector in close coordination with the National Bank of Belgium (Belgium’s central bank). The main bankcard used in Belgium is the Mister Cash-Bancontact debit card, issued along with a PIN number upon opening a bank account in Belgium. In order to open an account, proof of identity, such as a passport, is required. The Bancontact card can be used to withdraw cash at ATMs, and to pay for almost anything in Belgium, from a newspaper, parking meter, gasoline, or a loaf of bread from the bakery. Credit options are also available on application. All bank ATMs in Belgium accept the Bancontact card; some accept MasterCard, Visa and other credit and debit cards. The major credit cards are generally accepted in stores, restaurants, and hotels.

AgBank and Options Exchange: Since the establishment of the People's Republic of China in 1949, ABC has been formed and abolished several times. On July 10, 1951, two banks of the Republic of China, Farmers Bank of China and Cooperation Bank, merged to form the Agricultural Cooperation Bank, which ABC regards as its ancestor. However, the bank was merged into People's Bank of China, the central bank in 1952. The first bank bearing the name Agricultural Bank of China was founded in 1955, but it was merged into the central bank in 1957. In 1963 the Chinese government formed another agricultural bank which was also merged into the central bank two years later. Today's Agricultural Bank of China was founded in February 1979. As the People's Bank of China began spinning off its commercial banking functions after 1978, ABC's focus on providing farmers with financial services increased.[10]: 225  ABC was restructured to form a holding company called Agricultural Bank of China Limited.[11] It was listed on the Shanghai and Hong Kong stock exchanges in July 2010.[12] Founded in 1973, the CBOE Options Exchange is the world's largest options exchange with contracts focusing on individual equities, indexes, and interest rates.

Bishop's College School or BCS is an English-language non-profit independent boarding prep school in Sherbrooke, Quebec, Canada for students in Grades 7 to 12.[2][3][4][5] Founded in 1836, BCS is the fifth oldest private school in Canada.[6][2][7] BCS has the highest endowment per student of any independent school in Canada.[8][9] Seven BCS people have been named Rhodes Scholars.[10][11] A royal charter was granted in 1853 from Queen Victoria for Bishop's College when BCS was the constituent junior division. The school was recognized as the "Eton of Canada" initially by the first Governor General of Canada, Lord Monck on a visit in 1864.[12][13][5] It locates at the heart the historic Eastern Townships and near New England. The school is recognized as a Quebec cultural heritage site in the Répertoire du patrimoine culturel du Québec.[14][15]

Grey collar – Workforce that is not classified in blue collar nor white collar. It is occasionally used to describe elderly individuals working beyond the age of retirement, as well as those occupations incorporating elements of both blue- and white-collar.

Gold collar – Refers to children of wealthy parents working jobs they normally would not be qualified for. Alternatively refers to highly-skilled professionals in high-demand fields such as doctors, lawyers, engineers, and scientists.

JAVA ANGELINA FRANC (Central African Franc CFA): Petrodollars are crude oil export revenues denominated in U.S. dollars. The term gained currency in the mid-1970s when soaring oil prices generated large trade and current account surpluses for oil exporting countries. A currency peg is a policy in which a national government or central bank sets a fixed exchange rate for its currency with a foreign currency or a basket of currencies and stabilizes the exchange rate between countries. The global coffee industry is worth $495.50 billion as of 2023. The United States contributes $95.58 billion to this total, which is more than any other country in the world.

Athletics Training: The force-velocity curve is a physical representation of the inverse relationship between force and velocity. Understanding the interaction between force and velocity and their influences on exercise selection is vital for any strength and conditioning professional. For example, it is essential that a strength and conditioning coach understands the physiological and biomechanical differences between prescribing a one-repetition maximum (1RM) deadlift and five-repetition maximum (5RM) jump squats – as one will produce higher forces and lower velocities than the other. Failure to understand the relationship and its importance will likely lead to less than optimal training prescription.

Opportunity Costs represent the potential benefits that an individual, investor, or business misses out on when choosing one alternative over another. Because opportunity costs are unseen by definition, they can be easily overlooked.

Game Theory has a wide range of applications, including psychology, evolutionary biology, war, politics, economics, and business. Despite its many advances, game theory is still a young and developing science.

Meat Source: Wild game is surprisingly leaner, relatively higher in Omega-3 fatty acids, lower in cholesterol (due to the low saturated fat content), as well as devoid of steroids, antibiotics and other additives because of their natural origin and active ways of life. When compared to domestic animals such as cows and chickens, game meats have an average of 4.3% fat while their domesticated competitors typically have a fat content of 25-30%. Not just any fat either. We’re talking a lot less saturated fat (aka the bad fat) and a much higher proportion of polyunsaturated fatty acids (aka the good fat). Additionally, the protein, vitamin, and mineral composition of wild game stands to compete with its domesticated competitors, especially when it comes to zinc and iron. This is due to their natural diet of wild vegetation as opposed to grain and corn. (Wild Turkey, Deer, Duck, and Jackrabbit)

Alkaline D-Aspartic Acid Gastronomy: D-Aspartic Acid is an amino acid that is used to make proteins in the body and is a part of several metabolic reactions. One systematic review found that there was evidence of D-Aspartic Acid boosting testosterone levels in male animals. Some foods that are high in D-Aspartic Acid include: Poultry, Meat, Eggs, Dairy, Rice, Oats & Barley Donut Flour, Peaches, Dried Apricots, Nectarines, Cherries, Plums, and Bananas. The alkaline diet is based on the idea that replacing acid-forming foods with alkaline foods can improve your health.

Spinach: Specifically, researchers led by Maria Parr — a professor of pharmaceutical chemistry at the Freie Universität in Berlin, Germany — examined the effect of ecdysterone on athletic performance and muscle strength. EcdysteroneTrusted Source is the main compound in spinach extract. It is a phytosteroid — that is, a steroid that occurs naturally in plants and belongs to a class called phytosterols, which are “structurally similar to cholesterol.” Previous studiesTrusted Source in mammals have shown that ecdysteroids have a wide range of beneficial effects. In the 1980s, researchers dubbed ecdysterone the “Russian secret,” following suspicions that Russian Olympic athletes were using it as a performance boosting supplement.

Salmon as Unsaturated Fat Protein: The fatty-acid-binding proteins (FABPs) are a family of transport proteins for fatty acids and other lipophilic substances such as eicosanoids and retinoids.[1][2] These proteins are thought to facilitate the transfer of fatty acids between extra- and intracellular membranes.[3] Some family members are also believed to transport lipophilic molecules from outer cell membrane to certain intracellular receptors such as PPAR.[4] The FABPs are intracellular carriers that “solubilize” the endocannabinoid anandamide (AEA), transporting AEA to the breakdown by FAAH, and compounds that bind to FABPs block AEA breakdown, raising its level. The cannabinoids (THC and CBD) are also discovered to bind human FABPs (1, 3, 5, and 7) that function as intracellular carriers, as THC and CBD inhibit the cellular uptake and catabolism of AEA by targeting FABPs.[5] Competition for FABPs may in part or wholly explain the increased circulating levels of endocannabinoids reported after consumption of cannabinoids.[6] Levels of fatty-acid-binding protein have been shown to decline with ageing in the mouse brain, possibly contributing to age-associated decline in synaptic activity.

Cathedral Basilica Tax Deductible Charity

BNP Paribas Fortis Offshore Mariculture Division (Cote d'Ivoire, Seychelles, and Madagascar)

Sports Performance Centers (Sports Biomathematics and Intrapreneurship Joint Ventures)

Aether is an award-winning climate tech startup based in New York City's fabled Diamond District. Aether transforms air pollution into valuable goods and materials. From pollution to solution, nothing to something. By pushing the boundaries of product design, manufacturing technologies, and craftsmanship, the company is paving the way for a more beautiful and enduring future for both people and planet. Founded in 2018, Aether has raised over $21M in funding to date and is growing quickly.

Drug Slang: “Chocolate” is used as a euphemism for cannabis in the song: “And my car smells like chocolate”, as well as the line: “Now you’re never gunna quit it / If you don’t stop smoking it / That’s what she said” — 1975

JEWISH HABIT BUILDING FOR KIDS

Extinction is the learned inhibition of retrieval of previously acquired responses. Fear extinction is a significant component of exposure therapy in the treatment of fear memories such as those of post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). It can be used for experience.

Money Lessons

Money Jars: Give $100 for every 5 book reports, then divide among jars. $10 Tithe (opened at the end of the month), $10 Giving and Offering (opened on Sundays), $10 Saving (opened on special occasions), $20 Investing (only opened when full), $50 Spending.

This teaches multiple personal finance skills, Motivates independent reading, Teaches oral and presentation skills, Build the habit of gathering information when they are young, and Builds a Corporate Executive mindset; Instead of having this system with chores which creates an employee mindset this teaches kids to be in control of the information they use to get money

After the first trial runs this should be viewed as passive income for your Children.

While balancing school and at-home book reports; this simulates and exposes them to the similarities of having a job and starting their own company

VŒUX DE CHAMPAGNE DŌRIFUTOSHĪN TRADEMARK

Grey with White Logo Tires

Gold Chrome Rims

WELFARE FRENCH GASTRONOMY (PANTRY & RATIONS GROCERY SHOPPING)

Crème Fraîche Tomato-Peanut Soup (Sautée Veggies-Broth Layering) with Challah Bread & Pan Fried Salmon

Skin On Pomme Puree & Pan Fried Salmon

Haitian Macaroni au Gratin (Sunday Meal)

Congolese French Toast Roll Up (Turkey and Cheese with Jam)

Mason Jar Overnight Oatmeal

French Vanille Blueberry Meal Replacement Smoothies 

Eggs, Sausage, and Hash Browns Breakfast

French Vanille Extract-Cinnimon Crème Fraîche Chocolat Chaud Angelina

Gâteau au rhum

Chocolate Chip Banana Bread

Cinnamon Rolls

Chocolat Oatmeal Cookies

Salmon

Tomato Soup

Yukon Potatoes

Challah Bread

3 Block Cheese

4 Boxes of Conchiglie

Milk

Butter

French Vanille Creamer

Heavy Cream

Buttermilk

Flour

Roasted Garlic Chicken Broth

Olive Oil

Celery

Carrots

Sweet Onion

Basil

Roasted Herb and Garlic

Mint

Equipment: Mason Jar, Saucepan, Toaster Oven, Panini Griddles, Slow Cooker, Pot, Fruit Ninja Blender, Cup Cake Pan, Frying Pan, Baking Pan, Cutting Board, Colander Bowl, Whisk, Tongs, and Spatula

CONGOLESE SENSUAL VIRGINITY

De Coelesti Hierarchia Raves, Planetary Intelligence, Parking Ticket Free Brabus Dealerships (Angel Status), Pool Access Lifeguard Summer Competitions, Ecstasy, Synth Drum and Bass, Graffiti Cinematography, Undergarments Shopping, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Dirty Dancing, Sexting

MANDELA PRISON SYSTEM

Gastronomy Course (Crème Fraîche Chocolat Chaud Angelina; Panini Challah Turkey and Cheese French Toast; Crème Fraîche Tomato-Peanut Soup)

Lifeguard Training

Barber Landlords Course

BLITZ GRIGORI COVENANT

Slogan

J'Cartier, Je cours après les vœux de champagne

Subjective

Based on or influenced by personal feelings, tastes, or opinions

Bleu et Gris Sprezzatura Gastronomie 

Precarious Balance

Precariously: If something is happening or positioned precariously, it's in danger. A glass could be precariously balanced on the edge of a table. If something is on the verge of danger, then the word precariously fits.

Grey & Decentralized Markets

Semblance

Semblance is generally used to suggest a contrast between outward appearance and inner reality.

High Socioeconomic Status & Tattoos

Phantasmagorical

Having a fantastic or deceptive appearance; adjective. having a fantastic or deceptive appearance, as something in a dream or created by the imagination. having the appearance of an optical illusion, especially one produced by a magic lantern.

Socioeconomic Status Development Immigration Multilingual Sensory Play 

Law of Polarity in Relationships

In any successful relationship that has an intimate connection and sexual attraction, there is polarity. What does this mean exactly? Polarity in relationships is the spark that occurs between two opposing energies: masculine and feminine. Gender does not affect whether you have masculine or feminine energy.

Second Reflection

Burden Aesthetics with Intentions; The Second Reflection lays hold of the Technical Procedures

Tattoos

PARDICÉ MINUIT

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Artnaturals Organic Rosemary Castor Hair Oil + Massager Hair Growth Set Hair Growth Oil 4 ounces with Coconut & Olive Oil for Dry, Damaged & Split End

In the world of hair care, finding a product that effectively addresses dryness, damage, and split ends can be a challenge. The Artnaturals Organic Rosemary Castor Hair Oil + Massager Hair Growth Set stands out as a unique blend of natural oils designed to rejuvenate hair and promote healthy growth. Here’s a detailed look at what makes this product a must-have for anyone seeking lustrous, healthy hair.

Key Ingredients and Their Benefits

This hair growth set features a powerhouse combination of natural oils, including rosemary, castor, coconut, and olive oil. Each ingredient plays a crucial role in nourishing and repairing hair:

1. Rosemary Oil: Known for stimulating blood circulation to the scalp, rosemary oil helps reduce hair loss and encourages new growth.

2. Castor Oil: Rich in ricinoleic acid, castor oil hydrates the scalp, fights dandruff, and strengthens hair from the roots.

3. Coconut Oil: A deep-conditioning agent, coconut oil reduces protein loss, prevents breakage, and adds shine to dull hair.

4. Olive Oil: Packed with antioxidants, olive oil repairs damaged strands, softens hair, and eliminates split ends.

Massager for Enhanced Results

The set includes a scalp massager, which is an excellent addition to your hair care routine. Regular use improves blood circulation to the scalp, ensures better absorption of the oils, and provides a soothing, spa-like experience at home.

Why Choose Artnaturals Hair Growth Set?

All-Natural Formula: Free from harmful chemicals, this set is safe for all hair types, including color-treated hair.

Multi-Benefit Solution: It not only promotes hair growth but also addresses common concerns like dryness, frizz, and split ends.

Easy Application: The oil is lightweight and non-greasy, making it easy to apply without weighing down your hair.

How to Use

1. Apply a small amount of the oil directly to your scalp and hair.

2. Use the massager to gently rub the oil into the scalp in circular motions.

3. Leave the oil on for at least 30 minutes or overnight for deeper hydration.

4. Wash off with a mild shampoo and condition as usual.

Final Verdict

The Artnaturals Organic Rosemary Castor Hair Oil + Massager Hair Growth Set is an ideal choice for anyone looking to transform their hair care routine. Its blend of natural ingredients, combined with the added benefit of a scalp massager, ensures visible results with consistent use. Say goodbye to damaged, dry hair and hello to healthier, shinier locks!

Whether you’re struggling with hair loss, split ends, or simply want to pamper your hair, this set is worth every penny.

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one of my 9 wips — Throughout the Dark Months of April and May

the other 8:

Quarter After Twelve | As the Seasons Grey | Love is Not Enough | Blood & Chocolate | The Confectioner’s Tale | The Skeleton Key | Midnight Oil | Time is Coming | (i also have a few works that are anonymous)

started — April 2024 | genre — black comedy, murder mystery posing as fanfiction | pov — 1st person perspective | status — first draft | currently — writing! | themes — illness, death, mental trauma, body horror, poverty, loss, adult fears, tragic romance, a painfully unreliable narrator

blurb | Following his mother’s illness, Richard finds himself all alone. But after taking a ride with the friendly woman back to his house, maybe he’s not as alone as originally thought. And more so when he uncovers her secrets.

excerpt | “The passenger window rolled down, and I spotted a woman behind the wheel. She clicked on the overhead light so I could see her smooth black hair and her olive skin.

“You look like you’re headed somewhere,” she called out to me, and I inched closer to the window to better speak to her.

“I’m waiting for my friend,” I confessed to her over the roar of the motorway off in the distance. “But I don’t know where he is, though.”

“Doesn’t seem like much of a friend,” she so bluntly put it. I swallowed at that. “I could give you a lift. I came to talk to the hospital administrator about something really quick, but I think they went to dinner.”

“Yeah, it’s… getting a bit late,” I remarked.

“Hop in, and I’ll go and do that really quick. It’ll only take about five minutes, if that. If you don’t mind waiting.”

“Well… as long as I’m in a really beautiful car, I don’t mind at all.”

note: originally started anonymously back in April of this year, immediately following my mom’s blood clots, plus our nearly losing our house and her falling out with my brother and his showing us that he’s kind of a verbal abuser. We have been struggling for money pretty much all year and aside from the $155 we made on a gofundme that I started for us (and we spent it on a week’s worth of dinner, we were that desperate), it feels like no one wants to help or support us.

Richard has always struck me as tragic, being from the gutters of Birmingham and, knowing how many head injuries he’s suffered makes him into a prime unreliable narrator (for one thing, is Gabby’s Porsche red or blue?) This fic has been somewhat of a flagship for my mood this year given the Antarctic references—“Throughout the Dark Months of April and May” is a Cocteau Twins song, which they borrowed from David Attenborough and his book on Antarctica; my kinktober this year has been tagged “antarkinktober”; for mermay, my lead mermaid was named Vostok, and she hailed from the Southern Ocean. I’ve just felt… cold, for lack of a better word.

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Hello everyone, hope you all are doing well. In this blog, I am going to tell you the benefits and some DIY processes to use a beautiful ingredient by nature.

And that beautiful ingredient is rosemary leaves. We can’t even imagine how potent and amazing this ingredient is for our hair. It really amazed me when I got to know about the benefits of rosemary that was available so easily to our parents.

When I asked my mumma about the rosemary, the common name by which it was called was ‘Kadwi mendi’ and that bitter thing is that much potent for our hairs that it can compete with the effects of minoxidil that is a medication given in the treatment of new hair growth in the cases if hereditary hair loss.

Coming to the benefits of rosemary, it can help in the regrowth of your hairs, working on the follicle strength it increases the strength of your hair follicles making them more stronger so that they can easily grow them more firmly. They make your roots stronger and eventually reduce the hairfall and increase hair growth. Its antimicrobial and antioxidative properties help in reducing the itching and other scalp issues like dandruff, rashes etc.

It also helps in soothing your scalp and calming your mind when used in aromatherapy. Nourishes the scalp and beautifies the hair making them more shiny, smoother and more healthier. Rosemary works as a natural skin rejuvenator and toner. Sometimes it is also used as a natural insect repellent due to its strong perfume. It may improve your blood circulation in the scalp that is ultimately helping in growing healthy and stronger hair roots.

It may relieve stress when it is given in aromatherapy. Let's discuss some DIY practices that can help in hair growth.

Rosemary hair oil: Take some rosemary leaves into any carrier oil like coconut oil, olive oil or any carrier oil of your choice. Boil it for 10 to 15 minutes and keep it infused for about 7 to 10 days in the oil. Now your rosemary oil is ready to use.

You can apply it 2 to 3 hours before shampoo or you can leave it overnight also before shampooing your hair.

Rosemary hair serum: To prepare rosemary hair serum you will require rosemary essential oil. Add 2 3 drops of rosemary essential oil in 1 tbsp of aloe vera gel and add rosewater to make serum like consistency. You can store it in the refrigerator for up to 1 week. Use after every wash in the damped hairs. It will give your hair a beautiful nourishment along with helping in hair growth.

You can make some more DIYs also like rosemary toner, use it with your shampoo by adding 2 to 3 drops of rosemary essential oil to your regular shampoo and use it to get extremely beautiful hair along with cleansing your scalp. Rosemary water can also be used for making your hair more shiny, healthy and grow faster like never before. So this was all for this blog. If you have any suggestions for the next topic then please let me know and if you want me to do any of these DIYs for you that you can easily use then you can contact me here on my number given.

Garima Maheshwari

7880071626

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Boosting Testosterone: Natural Ways for Men

Testosterone plays a crucial role in men's health. It's responsible for muscle mass, bone density, body hair, and, most importantly, mood and overall well-being. As men age, testosterone levels naturally decline, which can lead to a range of issues, including decreased libido, reduced muscle mass, fatigue, and even depression. While many turn to hormone replacement therapies, there are natural ways to boost testosterone that are both effective and sustainable. Here’s a comprehensive guide on how to naturally enhance your testosterone levels and improve your overall quality of life.

1. Exercise Regularly, Especially Strength Training

Exercise is one of the most effective ways to prevent many lifestyle-related diseases, and it can also boost testosterone levels. Strength training, in particular, has been shown to have a significant impact. Exercises like weightlifting and resistance training help increase testosterone by promoting muscle growth and fat loss. The more muscle mass you build, the more testosterone your body will produce. Compound movements such as squats, deadlifts, and bench presses are particularly effective because they engage multiple muscle groups and stimulate testosterone production.

However, it’s essential to balance strength training with other forms of exercise. High-intensity interval training (HIIT) has also been proven to boost testosterone levels. HIIT involves short bursts of intense exercise followed by periods of rest or low-intensity activity. This type of workout not only improves cardiovascular health but also triggers a significant release of testosterone. On the other hand, avoid overtraining, as it can lead to increased levels of cortisol, a stress hormone that negatively impacts testosterone production.

2. Maintain a Balanced Diet Rich in Healthy Fats

Your diet plays a critical role in maintaining healthy testosterone levels. Consuming a balanced diet that includes a variety of nutrients is crucial. Focus on whole foods, lean proteins, fruits, and vegetables to provide the essential vitamins and minerals needed for hormone production. However, the type of fat you consume can significantly affect testosterone levels.

Healthy fats, such as those found in avocados, nuts, seeds, and olive oil, can help boost testosterone. Saturated fats and monounsaturated fats have been shown to support testosterone production, while diets low in these fats can lead to decreased levels. Conversely, avoid excessive intake of trans fats, often found in processed foods, as they can negatively impact testosterone and overall health.

3. Get Sufficient Sleep and Manage Stress

Sleep is vital for maintaining optimal testosterone levels. Most of the body’s testosterone is released during sleep, particularly during REM (rapid eye movement) stages. Chronic sleep deprivation can lead to a significant decrease in testosterone levels. Aim for 7-9 hours of quality sleep per night to ensure your body has adequate time to recover and produce the necessary hormones.

Stress management is equally important in maintaining testosterone levels. Chronic stress elevates cortisol, which can block the effects of testosterone. To manage stress effectively, consider incorporating mindfulness practices such as meditation, deep breathing exercises, or yoga into your daily routine. These activities not only help reduce stress but also improve overall mental health, which can positively influence hormone balance.

4. Maintain a Healthy Weight

Carrying excess body fat can negatively impact testosterone levels. Adipose tissue (body fat) contains an enzyme called aromatase, which converts testosterone into estrogen, a hormone more prevalent in women. This conversion can lead to lower testosterone levels and an increase in body fat, creating a vicious cycle. By maintaining a healthy weight through a balanced diet and regular exercise, you can help ensure your testosterone levels remain at an optimal level.

5. Optimize Your Vitamin D and Zinc Intake

Vitamins and minerals play a crucial role in testosterone production. Vitamin D, often referred to as the "sunshine vitamin," is particularly important. Vitamin D is not only essential for bone health but also acts as a natural testosterone booster. Spending time in the sun or taking a vitamin D supplement can help maintain optimal levels.

Zinc is another critical mineral that supports testosterone production. Foods rich in zinc, such as meat, shellfish, legumes, nuts, and seeds, should be a regular part of your diet. If you have a zinc deficiency, consider taking a supplement to boost your levels.

6. Limit Alcohol and Avoid Substance Abuse

Excessive alcohol consumption and substance abuse can have a detrimental impact on testosterone levels. Alcohol, particularly in large quantities, can disrupt the endocrine system, leading to reduced testosterone production. Additionally, substances such as opioids and anabolic steroids can suppress natural testosterone production, leading to long-term hormonal imbalances. Moderation is key—enjoy alcohol in moderation and avoid substances that could impair your hormonal health.

7. Consider Natural Supplements

Certain supplements have been shown to boost testosterone levels naturally. Herbal supplements like fenugreek, ashwagandha, and ginger have been studied for their potential testosterone-boosting effects. For instance, ashwagandha has been found to reduce cortisol levels and increase testosterone in stressed individuals. Ginger, a common kitchen spice, has been shown in some studies to enhance testosterone production and overall sexual function. However, it’s essential to consult with a healthcare provider before starting any new supplement regimen to ensure it’s safe and effective for you.

8. Stay Hydrated and Limit Sugar Intake

Hydration plays an essential role in overall health, including hormone production. Dehydration can lead to increased cortisol levels, which may negatively affect testosterone. Ensure you drink enough water throughout the day to stay hydrated.

Additionally, limit your sugar intake. High levels of sugar can lead to insulin resistance, which is linked to lower testosterone levels. Reducing processed sugars and focusing on a diet rich in whole foods can help maintain stable insulin levels and support healthy testosterone production.

9. Have Regular Check-Ups

Regular medical check-ups are essential for monitoring your overall health and hormone levels. If you suspect you have low testosterone, a simple blood test can measure your levels. Regular screenings will help you track your health and make necessary adjustments to your lifestyle to maintain optimal testosterone levels.

Conclusion

Boosting testosterone naturally involves a holistic approach that includes exercise, diet, sleep, stress management, and lifestyle changes. By making conscious, health-focused decisions, you can maintain healthy testosterone levels and improve your overall quality of life. Remember that results may vary, and it's important to consult with a healthcare professional to tailor these strategies to your specific needs. Stay proactive about your health, and you’ll be well on your way to enhancing your testosterone levels naturally.

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Aloe Vera Hair Masks: Recipes for Every Hair Type

Aloe Vera hair masks are a fantastic way to give your hair the nourishment it needs. Whether you have dry, oily, or damaged hair, there’s an Aloe Vera hair mask recipe just for you. Let’s explore some easy and effective recipes for every hair type.

For Dry Hair: Aloe Vera and Yogurt Mask

Dry hair needs extra moisture. Aloe Vera combined with yogurt provides deep hydration.

Ingredients:

2 tablespoons of Aloe Vera gel

2 tablespoons of plain yogurt

Steps:

Mix Aloe Vera gel and yogurt in a bowl.

Apply the mixture to your scalp and hair.

Leave it on for 30 minutes.

Rinse thoroughly with a mild shampoo.

For Oily Hair: Aloe Vera and Lemon Juice Mask

Lemon juice helps balance the scalp’s oil production, while Aloe Vera soothes and conditions.

Ingredients:

2 tablespoons of Aloe Vera gel

1 tablespoon of lemon juice

Steps:

Mix Aloe Vera gel and lemon juice in a bowl.

Apply the mixture to your scalp and hair.

Leave it on for 20 minutes.

Rinse with lukewarm water.

For Damaged Hair: Aloe Vera and Olive Oil Mask

Olive oil is known for its repairing properties. Combined with Aloe Vera, it helps restore damaged hair.

Ingredients:

2 tablespoons of Aloe Vera gel

2 tablespoons of olive oil

Steps:

Mix Aloe Vera gel and olive oil in a bowl.

Apply the mixture to your scalp and hair, focusing on the ends.

Leave it on for 30-40 minutes.

Wash it off with a gentle shampoo.

For Normal Hair: Aloe Vera and Honey Mask

Honey adds shine and softness to normal hair types.

Ingredients:

2 tablespoons of Aloe Vera gel

1 tablespoon of honey

Steps:

Mix Aloe Vera gel and honey in a bowl.

Apply the mixture to your scalp and hair.

Leave it on for 20-30 minutes.

Rinse thoroughly with water.

Why Use Aloe Vera Hair Masks?

Hydrates and Conditions

Aloe Vera is a natural conditioner that hydrates your hair deeply, making it soft and smooth.

Promotes Healthy Scalp

Aloe Vera has anti-inflammatory and antimicrobial properties that keep the scalp healthy and free from infections.

Reduces Hair Loss

Regular use of Aloe Vera can strengthen hair follicles, reducing hair loss and promoting growth.

Tips for Using Aloe Vera Hair Masks

Consistency: Use these masks once a week for best results.

Fresh Aloe Vera: If possible, use fresh Aloe Vera gel for more effectiveness.

Patch Test: Always do a patch test to ensure you’re not allergic to any ingredient.

Conclusion

Aloe Vera hair masks are a simple and natural way to keep your hair healthy and beautiful. With these recipes tailored to different hair types, you can easily incorporate Aloe Vera into your hair care routine. Try these masks and enjoy the benefits of Aloe Vera for your hair!