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bornonthebreakofdawn · 4 months

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Just a little doodle I did for our sweet cinnamon roll, Hinata! 😁🎉

Happy birthday Queen! 👑❤️

(12.27)

#naruto #hinata #hinata hyuuga #hinata hyuga #hinata uzumaki #12.27 #HBD Hinata #my art #Born✨ draws #Art by Born✨

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pixlokita · 7 months

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Art trade/ collab with @cookieruma29 ‧⁺◟( ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ·̫ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀ ) 💖 I Drew her Evan and mine meeting and she colored it super pretty as always

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf 4 #evan afton #crying child #wanda #uhhhh #my art #art collab #trade #AAAAAAAAAAAAA getting real tired of the tags #so many #:v wanda always colors things so nicely and it also looks like paint #:’T #AND SHE DRAWS WITH HER FINGER HOW DOES SHE DO THAT #some people are just born talented ig #bless #✨💖

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emthimofnight · 3 months

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Name ✨Stellar the Hedgehog✨

Age Varies based on what age I draw her, but let's say 16!

Pronouns She/Her

Basic Description The product of Project Stellar—a secret government operation aiming to perfect Project Shadow—Stellar is a genetic experiment combining the DNA of the Ultimate Life Form and the fastest thing alive. Designed to be a living weapon, Stellar was born in a hidden facility where she would have been raised to be an unstoppable weapon for the military. Thankfully, Shadow the Hedgehog (with help from Rouge the Bat) discovered her existence, destroyed the lab, and rescued her as an infant. Shadow then went on to begrudgingly inform his long-time rival, Sonic the Hedgehog, of their newfound child, seeing as she was technically just as much Sonic's problem as she was Shadow's. From there, the duo (along with help from their friends) raised Stellar as their daughter, sheltering her from the knowledge she was created to be a force of destruction for her masters. Along the way, Sonic and Shadow found themselves truly falling for one another, dissolving the barriers they had placed between one another as rivals, finding new appreciation for each other in their new parental roles.

Stellar herself is a bright, warm-hearted person. She has a strong sense of justice and never shies away from standing up for what is right. She takes after Sonic in personality, always cracking jokes and finding it hard to sit still. Despite this, she inherited Shadow's finesse and ability to plan out her choices, not to mention his abilities to utilize chaos energy. She has a love for figure skating, ballet, and make up (thanks to Auntie Rouge!), but don't let her feminine side fool you, she is not afraid to get her hands dirty! She would love nothing more than to spend her day smashing badniks into the ground with her skates if her dads would let her! Stellar loves both of her parents dearly, but sometimes wishes that they wouldn't be so protective of her. After all, what could they possibly have to be worried about?

Extra ✨Stellar's favorite color is red. ✨Her favorite food is chili dogs. ✨She is bisexual. ✨Her favorite flower is lavender, because it reminds her of home! ✨She learned how to skate from Shadow. ✨She calls Shadow "papa" and Sonic "dad". ✨She desperately wants to make her family and friends proud. ✨Her best friend is Camellia the Cat, the daughter of Blaze and Amy. ✨She loves racing Sonic, but is frustrated he always lets her win. ✨She can be VERY impulsive when angered, much like both of her parents! ✨She is SUPER dense when it comes to romance. She has no idea ✨Camellia has been in love with her since they were little! ✨The inhibitor rings she wears keep her powers under control, but they also prevent her from truly mastering them. ✨Her powers are designed after collapsing stars/black holes. Extremely destructive to both herself and everything around her. ✨She has no awareness to the extent of the latent power inside her.

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r--kt · 24 days

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Do you like Kakashi's dogs? Let's talk about why there are eight of them.

another example of naruto's ✨cultural code✨

contents | the eight dog warriors chronicles · legacy · eight confucian virtues. also look at the cuties love them sm

Naruto Vol. 10 CH 90

[ one dog is wonderful, I'm saying as the owner of a sweet little york terrier. two dogs are good, they won't be bored together. three dogs? yeah, cool! how are you going to walk them though? four? yes... look, maybe we have to draw the line h- wha- EIGHT? Excuse Me!? ]

surely, it's worth starting with the fact that eight is a lucky number in Japanese culture — everybody watched Hachi. of course, this is not the only cultural detail where the eight is mentioned. I want to pay special attention to a thing that I didn't know about until I googled it, and this is clearly what Kishimoto was doing homage to with Kakashi's eight ninken.

The Eight Dog Warriors Chronicles

Better known as Nansō Satomi Hakkenden. and it's not just some kind of book, it's a novel, consisting of 106 booklets written by Kyokutei Bakin in XIX century. Hakkenden is considered the largest novel in the history of Japanese Literature. this is one of the main representatives of the gesaku genre, which includes works of a frivolous, joking, silly nature. further I will emphasize a few more times how damn popular this work is and how often it is reflected in culture.

here are some illustrations for these books

now let's talk about the plot. It's weird, but it's weird at samurai-dogs-story level so stay here.

In brief, the story tells about the commander Satomi Yoshizane, whose native lands were attacked by the army of a man, whose forces surpassed those of Satomi, and the samurai in despair swore to a dog named Yatsufusa that the dog would get his beloved daughter Fuse as a wife if he chewed that man's throat. surprisingly, the dog not only understood the owner, but also fulfilled his wish! after that the commander refused to keep the promise. however, Fuse, true to her word of honor, went with Yatsufusa to the mountains and became his wife. upon learning that his daughter was pregnant, Satomi, in a rage, sent a samurai to kill Yatsufusa and bring Fuse home. she stood up for the dog anyways and died with him. at that moment, eight pearls with hieroglyphs that denoted the foundations of Confucian virtue burst out of her womb. (...cheers for mythology, I guess)

Soon, eight dog warriors who were Fuse's spiritual children were born in different parts of Awa province. after going through hardships, they got together and became vassals of the Satomi clan, then won the battle, and soon reached peace.

some more illustrations made by Utagawa Kuniyoshi. from left to right: Inukawa Sōsuke (the dog warrior), Inumura Daikaku (the dog warrior), Princess Fuse (their mother).

the novel mainly tells about each individual warrior dog and his shenanigans in a funny adventurous way. huge fame has led to excerpts from Hakkenden being staged at the Kabuki Theater and mentioned in the anime and manga, such as Inuyasha, Dragon Ball, as it turned out, Naruto and so on. there's also a lot of films and video games.

The eight virtues

these are loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, love, honesty, justice, harmony, and peace.

they relate more to Chinese culture, but basically Hakkenden was inspired by it too. since I did not read the whole novel, I would still like to mention at least the values on which it is based, and which were embedded in the symbolism of this story. It's quite interesting to apply this to Kakashi's dogs. gives them more weight and depth.

It is also interesting to note that the reason why Fuse gave birth to dogs was also that her father was cursed earlier in the story in a way that his descendants would become depraved like dogs. in Japanese culture, dogs embody the duality of character: the same mentioned filth and depravity, and devotion and bravery. so as samurai. but this is a different conversation, more related to Kakashi and his dog poetry.

Did you get here? Here's an additional discovery for you✨

Pakkun's name (パックン) is derived from the Japanese onomatopoeia “pakupaku” (パクパク) which reflects the sound of munching.

Kakashi, that's very sweet of you.

thank you for reading this to the end ♡

#kakashi hatake #kakashi #naruto #naruto shippuden #Kakashi's dogs

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blondwhowrites · 2 months

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✨My Mattheo Riddle Headcanons✨

Absolutely a playboy and has a high body count manwhore

Despite that, he would never cheat because my boy is EXTREMELY loyal. Once he's locked in he's locked in for life especially since he knows he loves you

You're the one for him

Princess treatment to the max 💅

Would beat up anyone that tries to flirt with you or looks at you badly

He makes sure the boys treat you with absolute respect and though he would never admit it he would love seeing you grow close to his friends

Wouldn't give up smoking for you early in the relationship but after a year or two if you asked him to try quitting he would

Likes to show you off because GODDAMN ARE YOU HOT

He doesn't know how he managed to bag you 😩🙏

Leaves hickeys on your thighs and neck and pouts whenever you try to hide them in public

Doberman energy to the max

He is your guard dog and will follow you around glaring at everyone especially if he knows you're not in the mood to talk to people

Usually is the big spoon but after his father comes back he would want you to hold him since you're one of the few people he truly feels safe with (Draco and Theo are on that list of people he feels safe with along with Narcissa since I headcanon he grew up with the Malfoys)

Has a notebook that he draws in and half of it is just filled with pictures of you that he drew yes some of them are of you nude

Can be aggressive but never with you, and he really only gets aggressive when he's frustrated or mad

He's subtle in his softness towards you in public. He isn't an easy person to read and can come off cold to other people, but he's less rigid when he is with you.

Motherfucker looks at you as if you created this world. To him, you're a goddess

Would be uncomfortable with physical touch at first (he's not used to touch that isn't either platonic or sexual)

Once he does get used to it he will actively seek it out though he wouldn't outright ask for it more like tap your hand when he wants to hold it, or place his hand on your thigh just so he can feel you

Early in the relationship, the arguments would be bad because he doesn't really know how to channel his anger into something healthy

He ends up going to Draco and Theo asking for advice and they just immediately send him to Blaise

He ends up drawing to help cope whenever he is angry and he also grows close to Blaise who had been the one to give him the advice

After that, the arguments get increasingly better along with communication too

Steals your food that little shit

Loves when you wear his clothes

Would absolutely wear anything that you gift him

He doesn't cry a lot and he prefers to be alone when he does cry but he'll let you comfort him even if it is just sitting with him and holding his hand as he lets out his emotions

He enjoys partying but he's not a party animal like others. He just stays with you and the others, drinking and making sure nobody tries anything with you

Is extremely protective of you, especially around anyone that he doesn't know or trust

Despite what everyone thinks he doesn't hate Harry Potter, I mean he doesn't like him, but it's not a mortal enemy type situation

Kinda just stays away from him and his little quartet

Does has some prejudice against muggle-borns because that's just how he was raised but after the war his views would drastically change

Is a dom and that's all I'm gonna say on that 😏

Overall not the worst boyfriend but not the best either. Your relationship with him has its ups and downs, but he truly does love you and tries his best to be good for you.

#harry potter #reader insert #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle smut #slytherin boys #x reader #im insane #send help #this man has me in a chokehold #mattheo riddle blurb 🐍

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cutiepieloves131 · 10 days

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Sidereal Vedic Beauty Indicators Pt.1

୨🩷୧ Rohini: The most attractive people that I've seen around the world have this placement. Rohini prominent placements in anybody's birth chart are blessed to be very BEAUTIFUL! Rohini folks are born with an enticing and captivating beauty that makes people chase after them. Their best physical features are tantalizing plump lips, round and soft facial features, and medium to big eyes which are extremely hypnotizing and alluring drawing many people in. Remember out of the 26 nakshatras Chandra chose Rohini because of her beauty, charm, and sensuality. Truly a gorgeous nakshatra. 🌸

Rohini Women {Left to Right}: Gene Tierney, Brooke Shields, Marilyn Monroe

୨🩷୧ Pushya: Pushya has been ranked #1 of the most beautiful nakshatras for women, the folks that have this lucky placement are known to be mesmerizing and good-looking. Pushya individuals facial features are cheek bones that are broad and high and tend to be full, plump lips, round wide set eyes, and a high nose bridge. Their faces are in between softness and structure, they're considered the "beauty blueprint". The most beautiful women in the world have Pushya prominence in their charts. 🪷

Pushya Women {Left to Right}: Halle Berry, Selena Gomez, Monica Belluci

୨🩷୧ Chitra: Those who have this placement in their birth charts are born to be eye-catching. Chitra people are the epitome of beauty in ancient text, with their adorning apple cheeks, charming smile, and seductive tiger-like eyes they're always serving looks. Most beauty icons, models, and beauty pageant contestants have Chitra placements and are absolutely stunning beauties! Chitra natives shines bright like pearls and gems~ 💎

Chitra Women {Left to Right}: Doja Cat, Adriana Lima, Madison Beer

୨🩷୧ Revati: It honestly sucks to witness how Revati is underrated when it comes to their beauty, I mean hello do people not see how ravishing Revati individuals are?! They're the bratz doll pretty nakshatra and boy let me tell you, Revati people attractive features consist of soft entrancing features, full lips, and spellbinding eyes. At the same time they're called the "fish pretty" but to me their beauty reminds me of the siren, the tempting and seductive beauty that pulls you in like a song~ 🧜‍♀️

Revati Women {Left to Right}: Salma Hayek, Rihanna, Devon Aoki

Note: All nakshatras are extremely beautiful but, I've put up certain nakshatras that are the most linked to beauty, and by my research. Every single human, and you that's viewing my post are beautiful inside and out! ✨

#nakshatras #vedic beauty #sidereal beauty indicators #rohini nakshatra #pushya nakshatra #chitra nakshatra #revati nakshatra #beauty indicators #vedic astro observations #vedic astrology #vedic astro notes

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tarjapearce · 9 months

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El Charro Negro

Charro Negro AU! Miguel x Reader

Requested Here by @arrozleche ♥️✨

Inspired in this artwork by Kattromz

WARNINGS: angst at the beginning, bit of light horror, a bit of fluff, spanish dialogue and serenades, Mexican urban legend, a bit of possessiveness If you squint. Hope I got it right :')

Summary: Don't make deals with the devil, people.

The song Miguel sings to reader ⬇️⬇️

May the day he was born forever cursed. May the day his parents decided to have him, cursed. May the humble and tattered home he lived in, damned.

Oh how he longed to have what other men had. A good hat, food on his table every day, not having to worry if he'd sleep with an empty stomach, a more comfortable bed and not the paltry and smelly rags he had for a bed; the good and clean clothes instead of his patched up pants and holed shirts. His parents loved him dearly. But it wasn't enough, even if they worked as hard as he was, it wasn't enough.

It was never enough for him.

He wanted more. He wanted to be admired instead of shunned and treated like an outcast for not having enough.

"Ya verán..." (They'll see.)

He'd prove all those that mocked him for being less, that he would be better. Better than all of them. When his Patrón would pay him what he is owed, he'd buy decent clothing. He'd have his Charro suit his heart yearned so much, and just then, he would laugh in the faces of those that wronged him.

But, Oh the misfortune his name carried since birth, followed him like a lost, mangy puppy, looking for solace in his tragedy. His parents died within a mine. buried and forgotten. El patrón didn't even bother himself into try and getting them and some other workers out.

Unbeknown to his parents, they had been digging their grave long ago.

He had to steal a bottle from the foreman's reserve so he could at least have the respect to knock his senses with good alcohol. Mezcal was his favorite. No money, no parents, poor and sick of everything was his current mood. A perpetual will of someone bigger than him, that had cursed him to live on scraps all his life.

"¡¿Feliz?! ¡¿Qué quieres de mí?!" (Happy?! What do you want from me?!)

He hiccuped as he entered his empty and tattered home, blaspheming at heavens as he cut a bit of his palm and attempted to draw a circle with it.

"¡Lo he dado todo y nunca fue suficiente!" (Gave it all and still it wasn't enough.)

He weeped and growled. The mezcal numbing his senses slowly. Sluggish footsteps finally tripped over a termite chewed chair, and he hissed at the stung from the cut in his hand.

"Daría cualquier cosa..." (I'd give anything)

His eyes felt heavy, the tip of his fingertips tingled with spreading numbness. A chill ran down his spine while his face pressed against the dusty floor. It vibrated. He groaned and took another swig from the bottle.

Black mist crept around him, the temperature suddenly feeling cold. He shuddered and scrunched his nose at the simmering fear that was below the surface.

"¿Lo que sea?" (Anything?)

A gravel like, yet sultry voice echoed from the darkest part of the room. His breath hitched as his vision blurred for a second to then focus on the bright, fiery red eyes that stared at him with keen interest.

His voice made all the mezcal to evaporate from his body. Wide, fearful eyes stared at the entity.

"Lo que sea." (Anything)

Miguel breathed with a nod. The being smirked, revealing a pair of sharp canines adorning his perfect and malicious smirk.

"¿Te apetece un trato?" (Fancy a deal?)

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The women made lines just to get a glimpse of him, Clad in a perfectly tailored suit just for him with the finest fabrics available. Tall, broad and muscular body not many had the luck of tasting, a horse that seemed brought from foreign lands due it's sheer size and color. Jet black with beady amber eyes. Wide brim hat, with a lace bow hugging his neck.

Even though many knew him, his money was the talk of town. Where would he get larges amount of money to invite everyone in the cantina a round of shots? his suits? his horse? his properties? The women?.

"Les dije que sería mejor que todos ustedes." (Told you I'd be better than you lot.)

He mumbled as he threw a woman over his shoulder with a smirk, she squealed in excitement as he took a long swig of his bottle. He'd throw the most outrageous parties in his estate almost every week.

The fiery eyes just watched him from afar, his smirk widening.

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Despite having more than fifty people before him, and women throwing themselves at him, his heart had said enough. Enough of the madness, enough of the parties, enough of fake loves that only seeked him for pleasure or money. Enough. He had enough.

He threw everyone out of a rage fit. He was sick of them. Even thought their faces were familiar, he knew shit about them all. He wanted, needed, to be alone.

"¿Ya te has cansado de esta vida, Miguel?" (Have you grown tired of this life?)

Miguel stumbled on the floor as panic rose within his heart.

"Y yo que creía que te estabas divirtiendo" (And me here thinking you were having fun.)

"¿Q-Qué estás haciendo aquí?" (What are you doing here?)

"He venido por lo que me corresponde por derecho, Miguel." (I've came for what's rightfully mine.)

"Tu alma" (Your soul)

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Even though his attempts in running away from the devil worked for him for a bit, in the end, he was found and not only that, but cursed to be the devil's personal debt collector. He and his horse.

He was everywhere, yet nowhere. He'd travel in a cloud of black mist that moved with him, almost like the darkness itself had life of its own. Red and glowing eyes adorning his Adonis-like features. He was tall, broad, clad in black and dangerous.

He'd travel with his faithful horse, a jet black stallion that only responded to him. As far as the legend went, he'd go town to town searching for the debtors, to claim their souls by luring them with money and other riches.

His eyes settled for a hidden little town, a few souls would fulfill his hunger, but he had to be careful. He could see some of the stony white houses donned with a cross on their front doors. He sneered at them, his horse gave a disapproving neigh.

"And they're the ones who sin the most" He mumbled under his breath and scanned the zone, It was 3 am, none was on sight. The soft noise of his saddle and his horse's steps echoed through the houses. Some dogs barked, howled even, other just growled at him and his in fear.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw you, clad with a black shawl, tears in your eyes as you left the town's cemetery. He chuckled at your stupid yet brave action. None would venture alone at that time, in such a sacred place, unless you worked with magic.

His mind was settled. He'd stay here. But first, he'd have to earn the trust of those whose souls would be claimed later.

He vanished into thin air.

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Your day always started at 4 am, sometimes even earlier than that, you had gone and clean your parents tomb in the cemetery, always giving them fresh flowers. They had died of sickness, little could be done to save them. Their hearts just gave up.

Then, you would go to the town's cantina and help prepare for the day, washing glasses, making sure the mezcal was ready to be served, cleaning up in general and of course, having to withstand the leering glances from the men around as you brought their drinks and food.

Town was 'everyone knows everyone here' type of little. It had a few stores of antique things, a hospital, a bar, some boutiques, a school among other basic needs stuff. It was small, but pretty. Colonial-style and traditional sort of pretty.

It wasn't around midday that he showed up. A man so tall you had to look up to meet his amber colored eyes, sharp and handsome features, shoulders so broad you were sure it would take a toll on your back to hug him, A small waist adorned by a strange belt buckle, if you looked closer it was a small skull like spider, surrounded by a subtle pentagram.

His heavy steps made the place to go silent for a moment as everyone stared at the new face. He was wearing a pale blue Charro outfit, he removed his hat, revealing silky and shiny ravenous locks. He smiled gently and took a seat in one of the lone seats over the bar.

"Buenos días, señorita. By any chance do you a place where I could stay?"

Your coworker flushed by the mere tone of his voice, you rolled your eyes at the display. She'd do that with every handsome man that would come closer. Visitors weren't as regular as people would think, even though the town had it's charm, it was away from other main cities. The perfect target for Miguel.

"¿Señorita?" It was enough, you called her and his eyes snapped your way. He blinked at recognizing you from before.

"Go tell Rodrigo we need to refill one barrel of mezcal." She obeyed while stealing a glance in Miguel's direction before disappearing.

"Sorry for that. There is a hotel at the end of this street. Se llama Posada Buenaventura" (It's name is Buenaventura Hostal)

He bowed his head, grateful. Soon he stood and left.

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You had noticed the Charro that had appeared our of nowhere being a social yet secretive man. He'd laugh with the elders, he'd listen to his stories that many ignored, would help people around by making small favors. And the women adored him, he'd of course entertain them by smiling or singing a bit for them. He was nice. But too perfect. Your eyes squinted at him.

"Don't look at him like that, he's really good. Man, I'd sell my soul to have a man like him." Your coworker spoke in between dreamy sighs. It had been only a couple of days since he came and everyone seemed to love him.

Suspicious.

Even more when he showed up in such fancy quality suits many would only long for. You had learned that his name was Miguel. It suited him, but still, something was wrong. Something in your mind told you to run away whenever he was around and his stare lingered a bit too long on you.

"Stop being a hornball and go tend the clients. It's a busy day today." You waved her off as you began cleaning the bar. He sat before you and regarded you with an intense gaze, hinting the challenge you stared back at him, arching your brow, unamused.

"Will you order something or you'll keep the staring contest?"

He smirked, and held his hands in defense.

"A breakfast shall do fine." you sighed

"Coffee?"

"Si. No sugar, please." You nodded and disappeared behind the doors, a man, his prey, approached him with a sympathetic look.

"Every man in town knows that trying to get (Name)'s attention is pointless. Mostly of us have given up on her. She's hard to get at."

"Is that so?"

"If you're wise, you'll rather to spend the time with Emelina. She's a sweetheart."

Miguel just nodded and looked at your form approaching with his food and steaming coffee. Your beauty was sure a sight, but your temper was something he couldn't help but feel intrigued for, specially when you were throwing a guy out of the cantina that got too hammered a bit too soon.

You wouldn't fall that easily, and he loved challenges.

He winked at you and you just rolled your eyes.

You'd totally be worth it.

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Emelina hopped into his horse, the lucky girl, and snugged him from behind. They'd gallop through the town together, parading and showing his horse taming skills. Girls around would watch with envy, as you glanced at them briefly with a smirk, tumbling some clothes to dry under the sun.

Not that you were hard to get. You simply feared of being fooled again, everyone in town had known that your fiancé had left a day before your wedding to never show up again. He had ran away from town and from you.

Miguel and Emelina galloped away from town, her excited shrieks could be heard as they headed out of town.

But after a while, the landscapes seemed neverending, repetitive and boring.

"We have to go back. Around five I must feed my chickens." Emelina's voice announced behind him. But Miguel didn't stop. The horse just galloped faster, she held tightly onto him, a small wave of fear washing over her.

"I-I wanna go back, Miguel." Her voice meek, her breath hitching in her throat upon realizing what was going on.

"Let me go!" She cried but he only smirked, black mist surrounded them both as darkness engulfed Emelina . the last thing she could see was Miguel. No. El Charro Negro, a demon, looking at her. Her screams vanished into nothingness.

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After closing the cantina, you headed home, and saw Emelina giving a small court to Miguel, to then disappear into her home. An illusion really, but who could tell? His eyes wandered over your form.

"Need help?"

"No."

Even though you actually did struggle with the wooden box full of spices.

He gently pried the box from your small form. You sighed and rolled your eyes with a tiny smirk.

"Te gusta molestarme." (You like annoying me."

"Kinda. If that's what it takes to see that little scrunch in your nose when you get angry, then yes. I do."

You didn't want to admit that he had his charm, but the thought was quickly batted away when he spoke again.

"Fear."

"Hm?"

"You are scared." He mumbled as he walked next to you.

"I'm not-"

"You hide your pain behind a brave mask. What happened?"

You frowned at his words. He pried too soon into your healing wounds.

"Not your business, certainly." you stopped at your home, and took the box from his hands. Pain bloomed into your chest and he knitted his eyebrows together, sensing your discomfit.

"I'm sorry" He'd mumble as you looked away.

"Entiendo ese sentimiento de no ser lo suficiente para alguien muy bien, hermosa." (I know the feeling of not being good enough for someone, beautiful)

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you pushed them aside, and sighed

"His loss, really."

"Buena noche." (Goodnight), he mumbled and watched you go. It came to his attention that you lived on your own.

As much as he was the devil's personal collector, his past was always haunting him, reminding him of his mistakes. He couldn't help but find a bit of solace in the fact that there was someone that could relate to his pain. And for what he could gather through the towners, he knew about your wedding fiasco.

The initial challenge to have your soul slowly changed into something more meaningful, a bit selfish if he came to think about it. He'd conquer you, even if it meant to harvest the life of every person in town.

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People talked about the sudden leaving of Emelina, and his prey, Rodrigo. Apparently they both had ran together, and started a new life elsewhere. His task in town was almost done. He just needed two more souls to leave.

But every time you'd serve him his usual breakfast with the bitter coffee, the demon inside him subsided. He had tried everything, leaving roses in your door, only to find them stored in jars later, He'd send letters that you would only read with a wistful and pained expression, he'd gift you with jewels, but you never wore them.

You were hard to get. But it was thrilling for him. To do such thing after spending years traveling, collecting and vanishing from town to town. You had made his dead heart to beat again, but yours ached for someone that had been long gone. He'd never forgive him. He collected his soul.

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Every gift your not so subtle fan gave you, had warned your heart a little bit more. You knew it was Miguel. The outrageous gifts screamed his name all over the place. He'd send you roses, which you stored in a glass container to make things out of them, his letters full of poems about you; made the ice on your heart to melt, bit by bit.

And the jewelry, the most intricate and beautiful thing you could lay your hands on. Gold looked good on you. It was like he knew your heart desires by heart despite you shooing him away in hopes he'd gave up before it ended up in another heartbreak for you.

But he was determined to make you his. You noted much. You had to give props to the man that against all odds, was getting a spot in your heart. But for now, you needed sleep.

The sultry and baritone voice sang through your window.

No hace falta que salga la luna

Pa' venirte a cantar mi canción

Ni hace falta que el cielo esté lindo

Pa' venirte a entregarte mi amor

You opened the window and your eyes turned bashful as his voice kept echoing, a few more men behind him, playing instruments. His voice serenading you.

Solo Dios, que me vio en mi amargura

Supo darme consuelo en tu amor

Y mando para mí, tú ternura

Y así con tus besos borro mi dolor.

Your heart couldn't help but flutter. You had tamed a demon.

He was about to sing another verse when your neighbor's angry voice chided in, disrupting the moment.

"It's bed time! Sing to her in the morning!" His words only made him want to vanish and give him a lesson, but your giggles only made him sigh.

"Buena noche, chula."

"Goodnight, Miguel." you kissed his cheek. A chill ran down your spine. He was cold, but your heart was sure warm.

He totally gave the man a good scare in his dreams.

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"It's concerning that people have been leaving town lately without much explanation." You heard one of the elders speak, and sure enough, the town looked emptier than usual.

"Don't you think it's weird? Ever since... that guy, ese Charro, came here, weird things have been happening." Your ears perked up at the information. Of course you had been too enraptured in your blooming feelings for Miguel to actually pay attention to what was happening around you.

Your workplace was less and less crowded, Emelina and Ricardo ran away together. Then, another man you barely spoke to was next, and then another woman also left. Four people in total. And given how small the town was, the number was alarming.

Dread settled on you once more. You didn't know what Miguel did during the day, but he always seemed to have enough money to buy everyone's house twice. He was always impeccable, well dressed and his charisma had earned the trust of the people. You felt dumb.

You had lowered your guard down enough to let another man in.

What was his game? You certainly refused to be his plaything.

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Your sudden change of attitude concerned him, of course, people would talk, and they were growing suspicious. He had his fill of souls, but his dead heart ached for you. You'd refuse to look at him in the eye, your voice so distant and cold. You had also grown suspicious of him. He knew he had to leave.

But he didn't, as a new pact was signed within town. His duty called.

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Just as darkness followed him, it had engulfed the man and vanished him into nothingness. He smirked, satisfied.

"It's... you..." You voice snapped his glowy red eyes at you. Your skin crawled as the hairs on your back stood in alarm. Your mind told you to run away. You approached instead, clarity coming to your mind like a cold bucket of water.

The glow of his eyes vanished, a solemn look on his face.

"It all makes sense now" You mumbled. You weren't scared, your hands cupped his cheek. he was no longer cold.

"I need to go."

You shook your head.

"Everything you did, for me, was true?"

"All of it." His large hand caressed yours while his eyes regarded you wistfully.

"Then, take me with you." You'd mumble and his eyes widened.

The sounds of many other horses along some people, angry and demanding for Miguel, approached.

"I couldn't... No."

"Then, I'll make a pact with the devil if that means for you to come for me and see you again."

His heart leaped in his chest. You wanted him as he was.The mob approached.

"I'm yours" You kissed his hand and you were swooped off your feet, his lips pressed into yours and with a whip on his horse, you two ran away, never to be seen again.

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eth3real-ess3nce · 6 months

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PICK A ♡ PILE - THREE MONTH LOVE FORECAST

Top left (1) , Top right (2) , Bottom left (3) , Bottom right (4)

Enjoy!

PILE 1

This reading is meant for you if one of more of these apply: ♡ you have been planning your Christmas holidays (2-3 months prior) ♡ you were born in March or April ♡ life path 3 6 or 8 ♡ someone close to you (or you) is named Christina ♡ summer is your favourite season ♡ you hate coffee ♡ it's your last year of high school or college ♡ you own a cat ♡ you are from Asia or dream of visiting Asia / Western Asia ♡ you love Starbucks ♡ you see angel number 333 ♡ you used to love Bratz or Monster high ♡ I see you regaining your confidence, how lovely! Many of you have been thinking about making changes to your appearance & you will make these thoughts come true. You will be PAMPERED by the universe. Feels good to finally spoil yourself, huh? Totally! And because of the radiance your glow up offers you, you are going to attract multiple "knights" who will want to add to it. I see material gifts, thoroughly planned dates and tokens of appreciation in your future. Many of you will be meeting new potential love interests during Christmas holidays. Please be careful of lovebombers. Now it isn't the case for everybody of course, since it's a collective reading. But if you notice that someone is making big promises early on and you feel uncomfortable with it, listen to your gut please. For many of you, there might be a third person you don't know about. And whether you know about the third person , please avoid getting entangled in such situations as it won't end well for you..I'm saying this with love Being showered with gifts and being treated like a queen is amazing , but just be aware of the hidden agendas. In cases a third person doesn't exist, they will attempt to lure you in by pretending that you are everything you ever asked for. Keep your lovely eyes open! ✨ 💗 Zodiac signs mostly present/related: Taurus, Leo, Cancer (sun, moon, rising or venus)

PILE 2

This reading is meant for you if one or more of these apply: ♡ Life path 5 or the number 5 on your birth date ♡ you are christian or muslim ♡ you wear earphones most of the time ♡ your favourite colour is a shade of blue ♡ you have sensitive stomach or food intolerances ♡ you drop things on the floor easily lately ♡ you like to draw, you use black&white filters on pictures a lot ♡ you live near a thrift shop ♡ your name ends with an "e" ♡ you have practised art before like drama or sculpting I feel that this is my heartbroken pile. I want to start by giving you a BIG warm hug and try to offer you the sweetest, most encouraging words possible today. I'm sensing some type of betrayal here whether it's literal or emotional. You tend to overgive to people close to you, even if they don't deserve it. You are tired of feeling taken advantage of. You feel that so much is owed to you and you definitely have the right to feel this way. You have been stepped over and over again. This is the time where you will be given the decision to put an end to these energies. Some of you might be still entangled in situations where they drain your soul and your light , others might have walked away but are still trying to pick up the pieces of their hearts & heal.. It seems very difficult for you, because making the decision to prioritise yourself & your needs is something brand new to you. You never thought you were supposed to put yourself first before ; to think that your physical mental, emotional wellbeing must come first. My dear pile 2, I know you are seeking a glimpse of hope in today's reading but I ought to be 100% honest with you. Dating is not what is meant for you right now. You are going through one of the deepest spiritual transformations in your life currently and I am not exaggerating. You are still learning how to perceive yourself as someone who is human with needs and desires, and NOT as a doormat for others to step conveniently on. "But is there hope for me to find love?" Yes. I see that happening later than sooner, though. When you will be coming out of your "winter" phase in your life ; with your healed scars and with confidence you never even imagined you'd possess before. The future holds endless, limitless blessings for you, pile 2. All the power & courage you're seeking is within. Zodiac signs mostly present/related: Pisces & Sagittarius (sun, moon, rising or venus)

PILE 3

This reading is meant for you if one or more of these apply: ♡ you have short hair ♡ life path 9 or have 9 on your date of birth ♡ one of your parents or siblings has aries placements ♡ you traveled inside USA in the past month ♡ you own a green jacket ♡ you are an athlete ♡ your chart is water or air dominant ♡ your name or last name starts with an "M" ♡ you have trouble sleeping lately ♡ you have neon lights in your bedroom ♡ you prefer older guys (I don't blame you) ♡ one of your favourite artists is Taylor swift, Jhene Aiko, Beyoncé ♡ you have tattoo(s) on your wrists/hands ♡ you stay home a lot lately Currently, it seems that you prefer your solitude. Many of you have given up on dating, you feel defeated in some way. You are extra picky with people (as you should) , as you can clearly see through them & make correct judgements about them often. Some of you might have been practicing abstinence, you are spiritually isolated and you are single by choice. I see you living your truth and stand firmly on your beliefs, even if it comes off harsh or weird to others. You don't care. 😉 In the next three months: Initially, you will stay this way. It's very likely that for some of you a past lover might return and even offer closure. You will have reflected a lot on past mistakes that were made & since you took time off the dating pool, you will be able to make healthy choices for yourself. And also, to say "no" to what doesn't serve you. Dear pile 3, I agree it's good to be highly selective, but I see here that many of you struggle when it comes to receiving. You might be looking at those videos where girls are getting princess treatment, flowers, etc. from their boyfriends and you deeply yearn for it. I know some of you won't even admit it 😅 But it's PERFECTLY fine to desire those things. You deserve to be properly loved & cherished. Allow this into your life when the opportunity presents itself, because I assure you it will. Something passionate is in the cards for you. You won't expect it and you won't expect with whom it will happen. You might know (or get to know) this person & not like them at first, but then sparks will begin to ignite. Mark my words. I'm sensing heavy air energy from this pile, woah. (gemini, libra, aquarius) sun moon rising venus. Because of your naturally detached nature, you don't fall in love with just anyone . This time, though , your inner child finally feels safe with someone. This is what your spirit has been asking for. A love that feels like home. Zodiac Signs mostly present/related: Pisces, Aries, Leo, Sagittarius, Libra (sun, moon, rising or venus)

PILE 4

This reading is meant for you if one or more of these apply: ♡ you braid your hair very often ♡ you're reading this while you are not in your hometown ♡ you were born in 2005,2006,1997 ♡ your father is an attorney ♡ you have leo placements ♡ you come from money ♡ you have heart(s) in your bio ♡ you have dark hair and light eyes ♡ you mostly wear boots ♡ you love Green Day ♡ your venus is in Aries ♡ you have nose ring(s) ♡ your name has two A's ♡ you ate cereal the same day you read this ♡ you have a pet with green eyes ♡ you own a necklace with a crystal/stone ♡ you're half European Hello hello! I must say, this pile is scaring me a bit. So wild! 😳 and so much secrecy... 👀 Pile 4 your love lives never cease to be boring. I can hear you thinking "why am I falling in love with the wrong people" "why do i have to make difficult choices in love". I see.... There are multiple energies coming through so bear with me as I'm going to cover them all ❤️ As I said, I sense so much secrecy here. But during the next 3 months everything will be revealed. Do you have feelings for someone you shouldn't, but you keep it to yourself? You will probably either tell them or they'll know. Someone from your friend group or class has a crush on you? You will definitely discover it. Do you have an affair behind someone's back? Baby.. it will be known. Does the person you are involved with know that you don't want something serious? It's time for them to learn... I don't seek to be strict, only honest and loving with you, so this is why I advise against being reckless, okay? With your heart and others'. One of the first messages that popped up, is **warning against unwanted pregnancies** so pretty please make sure you use protection if you don't plan on getting pregnant!!! 💗 Pile 4, in the next 3 months karma will be served, whether it's good or bad. If you worry, it's not too late to change how things are. You always have free will. It's just the overall energy that I am getting. For example, if you don't want your crush to know that you like them, then they won't. BUT, opportunities will present themselves.. just sayin'! It's your choice, always. Expect those changes to occur during the next mercury retrograde (December 13th if you're reading this before that date). I advise you to be on your best behaviour, pile 4!!! I know "forbidden love" situations & mind games are giving you adrenaline and meaning in life... but it's not the time to act up if you want to be free of consequences 😳 And for those of you who know you're doing nothing wrong, I got you. Someone is absolutely infatuated with you but something is holding them back. I have channeled a few clues for you ❤️ : "dark hair" "Scorpio" "19 (could be age or numbers at their date of birth)" "Works in retail" "Initials J or D" "has a flag/scarf of their favourite football team in their room" "met at a party" "subtle ways to have physical contact with you" "had a cringe emo phase a while ago" "has randomly bought you food before" Does it ring a bell?? Zodiac Signs mostly present/related: Aquarius, pisces, Scorpio (sun, moon, rising or venus)

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bornonthebreakofdawn · 5 months

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NHMonth2023 Day 3: War and Love

@naruhinamain

#nhmonth2023 #nhmonth #naruhina month 2023 #naruhina #nh2023 #Tanka by Born✨#Born✨ draws #Art by Born✨#Born✨ writes poetry

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acornshell · 1 year

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🐙🐍✨✨

(I wish I had a cool title for this pic)

One villainy-evil dukeceit >:)

and a smol more casual dukeceit :D

This whole pose idea was born solely from vibes of the crane wives songs I was listening to while drawing this!

Also I loved the concept of their clashing purposes and stuff too so I tried conveying that as well

As a side note, right now my fav crane wives song is ''Tongues and teeth'' if anyone was interested!!✨

Anyways, Hope you like it!!💖

[Reblogs are super appreciated!!🙌✨]

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanart #ts art #ts fanart #thomas sanders #dukeceit #demus #remus sanders #remus sanders fanart #ts remus #janus sanders #janus sanders fanart #ts janus #fanart #degitalart #art #my art

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toxicanonymity · 10 months

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menace

4k / (your) creep!Joel x f!Reader / night walks AU

Thank you @serenaxpedro for the pic and gif 🖤

Thank you @missannwinchester for a great smut prompt. 🖤

✨A/N: you can skip to the 🚬🚬🚬 divider to get to Joel faster and skip the plot with her aunt talking about joel.

WARNINGS: creepy!Joel, some angst (read Q&A Qs 1 & 2 if you don't want it), alcohol, public groping, fingering, and humping, references to addiction, Jack getting the jack treatment, somnophilia, grinding and dry humping, thigh fucking, unsafe P in V sex, reader POV for most of it, followed by Joel POV smut. There's a floor plan at the bottom of the post.

“Following you? This is my spot, pumpkin.” He nods to the women’s room and lowers his voice to add, “C’mon, you know that.” You voice the question you’ve been asking yourself ever you saw him in that booth. “Would it bother you if I was out with another guy?” He offers a little smirk and steps closer until you’re almost up against the opposite wall. He lowers his voice more.

“I got nothin’ to worry ‘bout, baby.” He tilts his head and gazes into your eyes. “Go ‘head, know ya want it.” He holds out his hand and you hesitantly give him yours. His thumb draws light circles on your palm. “Can’t stand it, can ya? Bein’ this close, and not close enough.”

(Night Walks 8)

After seeing a topless picture of yourself in your brand new text conversation, you reply, “omg DELETE.”

Joel replies, “what’s it worth to ya?”

You don’t answer.

“Door’s unlocked,” he says.

You don’t respond. Your aunt has planted a seed of doubt and shame, and the last thing you wanna do is rush back over to his place. If he showed up at your basement door, it’d be a different story.

You don’t expect to like the guy your uncle introduces you to, but you agree to it in order to get your aunt off your back. Just in case what your aunt says about Joel is true, you figure it also won’t hurt to get your mind off Joel. Diversify your investment. Because after spending all night and all day with him for the first time, you realize you’re more invested than you want to be.

Your aunt is relieved when you once again agree to be set up on the date. She’s making dinner and you’re sitting at the kitchen table watching. “So, that’ll give you someone new to spend time with. A real looker, too.” She smiles over her shoulder, then stirs the boiling pasta to keep it from sticking. “I know there aren’t that many people your age in the neighborhood,” she says louder since she’s facing away. As if that must be why you’d resort to Joel.

“He’s a little older than you, but not more than 10 years. Definitely not as old as. . . “ She puts the utensil down on the spoon rest and her face falls, then she turns around to face you. She crosses her arms and her brows knit together. “I’m sorry,” She opens her mouth to say something, closes it, then changes her mind again. “What do you and Joel do when you ‘hang out’?” She squints at you and uses air quotes.

You swallow, then look around. “Watch tv, listen to music.”

“That’s all? I wasn’t born yesterday, honey.”

You shrug. “I don’t get it. You heard rumors, so what. What am I missing?”

“Not just rumors, honey.” She looks down and away and swallows. A pit opens in your stomach.

You’re not sure you want the answer, but you ask, “Did you. . . sleep with him?”

She laughs loudly, then covers her mouth with her eyes wide.

You study her face in anticipation.

“No, no. God, no.” She laughs more quietly. “Sleep with him? No, of course not.”

“What, then? What’s not a rumor” Your heart is racing.

“It was a long time ago.” She returns her attention to the pasta.

“What was??”

She turns the stove off and turns around, crossing her arms again. “I mean, years ago.” She approaches the table and sits down across from you. “. . . there was a cook-out at his next-door neighbor’s house. He showed up and he was all by himself. The other men weren’t including him. I felt kinda bad and went up and talked to him. He had a fancy drink. I asked him what it was, and he said he’d make me one really quick if I came to his bar. I had a bad feeling, but I still went to his basement.” She pauses and looks at you. Your face feels stone cold.

"What happened?"

“He tried to get me to, um-”

“To what.”

She sighs. “Smoke reefer with him.” She shakes her head in disbelief.

You suppress a laugh. "And you said no?"

"Of course I said no! If I was gonna try it, it wouldn't be with him."

"Did he take no for an answer?"

"Oh, yeah.”

“So what, then?”

“I just got this terrible feeling about him.” She shakes her head. “So, I left.”

“That’s all?”

“And I was so embarrassed to go back to the barbecue smelling like that.” She pinches her eyes shut at the memory, then opens them. “I mean, not like that, I don’t really mind smelling it. But smelling like him.” She holds her head with her palms on her temples for a moment, then lets them down. “Your uncle wasn't happy either. And I got pulled into the rumor mill, too, until I told people what really happened. You’ve gotta trust your gut, honey.”

Your brain might know better, but you’re pretty sure your guts want that cock all up in them. "Did he try to touch you or anything?"

"No, nothing like that."

“Did he ever make you the drink?”

“Oh yeah, that was the first thing he did.”

"Why do you think he invited you?"

She sighs. "I dunno. Maybe he was bummed after the guys at the grill wouldn’t really talk to him. When I went over to say hello, maybe he thought I wanted to hang out."

"Where were you sitting in his basement?"

"At the bar, watching him make the drink. These are a lot of questions, honey. Are you sure he's just a friend?"

You ignore the question and think for a moment. "I guess I don't get it. You say he has girls coming and going at all hours as if that means he's sleeping with anyone who goes in his basement. But he didn't even make a pass at you?"

She sighs. "Okay, you don’t have to believe that. But he’s still bad news. You know he's an ex con, right?"

Your eyes go wide. You're not put off by it, but it's never come up. If it’s true, you shouldn't be surprised, given you don't do a lot of talking, much less share your life stories. So it’s not like he's hiding it.

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For the next few days, you and Joel don’t text each other, but you think about him every day and wish he would say something. You think about your aunt’s concerns, too. You feel a little better when you reflect on how this all started. How fixated Joel has been on you. How fixated he is? You get nervous that he hasn’t texted. You look him up. No criminal record in the last 10 years and you'd have to go to the courthouse to go back further. You wouldn’t put it past the rumor mill to be wrong about this.

One night, Joel texts “Walk?”

When you don’t respond, an hour later, he says, “swim?” which makes you smile.

“Not tonight, I have a headache.”

He replies, “Feel better 💐🍆.” It makes you laugh but also turns you on. You wonder why he doesn’t just show up one night.

You go out with Jack and he’s surprisingly hot, nice to talk to, and funny. He's a welder with a nice physique. He obviously works with his hands. His black hair is just beginning to gray. On the first date, You tell him what brought you to the suburbs. The need to save money and get some space from your immediate family. Jack says he wishes he felt like he could get that space. He shares that his father is a recovering addict, and he checks in on his parents a lot. He worries that his dad is going to slip. You have some common interests and you like him enough to want to see him again. The two of you text casually throughout the week.

For your second date, he picks you up for a drink at your favorite restaurant. It was Jack’s choice, but there aren’t exactly a lot of restaurants close by. When you walk into the restaurant, your face heats up. The last time you were there, you ran into Joel and he gave you head in the bathroom. You’ve known this, but once you’re there, something about physically being in the space again makes you feel exposed, like the staff must somehow know.

You sit at the bar and have a couple of drinks. The bar is a big square island in the middle of the restaurant. The main restaurant space is behind you. The front door is straight ahead, and the other two walls in the bar area are lined with booths. You’re in the middle of telling Jack about movies you’d like to see when you lose his attention. His eyes fixate on a corner booth and his face falls.

You follow his line of sight and your heart skips a beat when you see Joel. He’s facing away from you, but you can see his profile and you’d recognize it anywhere. You can see his pinstripe PJ pants, too, and a blazer which he's surely wearing over a very low-cut t-shirt. He’s sitting across from another attractive man Joel's age or older. More gray.

You realize your hand is covering your mouth and your eyes are wide.

Jack notices too and does a double take, then asks, "You know him??"

"Uh, no, I don't think so, why? Do you?"

“That’s my father.” Your heart almost beats out of your chest for a few seconds until you realize he’s obviously talking about the man facing y’all. “And I’m pretty sure that other guy is a dealer.”

You nod slowly. “I’m sorry.”

Jack’s eyes are welling up as he tries to call his dad and his dad ignores it. Jack’s dad gets up and slaps hands horizontally with Joel, punctuated by a finger grip, and his dad leaves. Joel starts to turn around and in the corner of your eye you see him head toward the restrooms.

“I’m gonna go to the ladies room,” you say and affectionately squeeze his shoulder.

The restrooms are around the corner out of view. Just before Joel opens the door to the men’s room, you ask, "Are you selling drugs to addicts?"

He turns around with a confused expression, which turns to bemused when he sees your angry face. You glance to his exposed chest and the subtle dip between his hard pecs. He looks you up and down and says, “Lookin’ good tonight, pumpkin.” You try to remember if he’s seen you in a dress or skirt before. Yeah. . . the gas station, and the last time you were here.

“Well are you?”

“Not sellin’ to anyone these days. Just an old friend sayin’ hey. Who’s he to you?”

“A friend’s dad.” You squint and try to read his eyes. You doubt he’d lie about something like this, only because he doesn’t seem to have any shame. “Then what are you doing here? Are you following me?”

“Followin' you? This is my spot, pumpkin.” He nods to the women’s room and lowers his voice to add, “C’mon, you know that.”

You decide to voice the question you’ve been asking yourself in your head ever since the moment you saw him in that booth. “Would it bother you if I was out with another guy?”

He offers a little smirk and steps toward you. You step back until you’re almost up against the opposite wall of the hall. He lowers his voice more. “I got nothin’ to worry ‘bout, baby.” He tilts his head and gazes into your eyes. “Go ‘head, know ya want it.” He holds out his hand and you hesitantly give him yours. His thumb draws light circles on your palm. “Can’t stand it, can ya? Bein’ this close, and not close enough.”

He gently, slowly lowers your hand with plenty of time for you to pull it away, but you don’t. He puts your palm against the front of his soft pants and takes a deep breath as he cups your hand around his cock. He’s barely hard, but still big. He uses your hand to slowly massage himself for a few seconds, breathing heavier as he hardens into your hand and a stab of need shoots through you.

He takes his hand away and yours lingers on his crotch for a moment, pressing into him one more time before you drop your hand to your side. He puts his hands on the wall on either side of your shoulders and leans into you, pressing his pelvis up against your body. He gets harder and leans in to nearly whisper in your ear, “feel that? your favorite drug?”

His lips linger at your ear, his hot breath teasing you until he closes his mouth and really presses himself into you with an, “mmm.” His scruff brushes against your cheek as he pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes, your bodies still in contact, your panties getting wetter and wetter. “It’s all over your face, baby.”

He takes a deep breath, and his warm package further stiffens against you. “Have your fun,” he murmurs. His face drifts closer to yours again. He uses two fingers to tilt your chin up and your lips part. “You’ll be back, pumpkin.” Then he closes his lips around yours and thrusts his tongue into your mouth. He moans, “Mmm,” as his lips knead yours and he sucks your mouth. His hardness swells against you as you kiss, and your chest fills with butterflies.

He steps back and adjusts himself with a raise of his eyebrows. “It’ll be here for ya.” He winks then goes into the men’s room.

You go back to the bar and awkwardly sip your drink as Jack texts his Mom and dad.

“Are you sure he wasn’t just saying hi?” you ask.

“I dunno,” Jack says and puts his head in his hands. He looks up again. “He didn’t look like he’s been using, but it scares me.”

You’re startled by Joel’s voice on the other side of you ordering a drink at the bar.

"Don't I know you from somewhere?"

“You know this guy?” Jack asks quietly as if Joel isn’t there.

"We’re neighbors.”

“Neighbors, sure,” Joel says with a fakely contemplative frown, then mutters, “pillow neighbors.” You hope it isn’t too obvious when you elbow him.

Jack must be too distracted to hear the comment.

“What time is it?” Joel asks, then holds his phone so you can see it and presses a button to turn the screen on.

The blood drains from your face–Joel’s lock screen is the topless photo of you. The one you told him to delete. You shift your body to try to block it.

Jack’s phone rings and the screen says Mom. “I’m gonna take this,” he says and goes outside.

Joel lingers next to you and sits at the bar after he gets his drink while Jack is still outside. He swivels his stool to face you and you swivel yours to slightly face him.

“What’s on the menu tonight?” he asks and lightly lays his hand on your knee. “Hmm?” Your legs part all on their own as he slowly slides his hand up your thigh. He squeezes your thigh when his middle finger brushes the cotton finish line. ‘Member havin’ somethin’ juicy before.” He slides his ring and middle fingers under your panties. His lips form a small ‘o’ as he exhales upon feeling how wet you are. Soaked. “Hell yeah,” he murmurs.

You scoot to the edge of the stool, you can’t help yourself. You keep glancing up at the door. He slides his fingers along your cunt and teases your entrance, watching you squirm. He stands up to get closer and insert two fingers. He brings his mouth to your ear and whispers, “filthy, baby. bet ya'd take it right here” He pulls back to watch your face and murmurs, “right on this stool, wrappin’ your legs around me. bet ya’d like that.” When he can see your breathing and eyelids both getting heavier, he slowly pulls his hand away with a smile and a quiet, self-satisfied laugh.

He sits back down on his stool and orders four tequila shots. One is for Jack, and there’s an extra one for you when Jack gets back. Joel licks your hand and holds his dry hand out palm-up for margarita salt. The bartender squints at him but obliges. He sprinkles some of it on your hand and it sticks to his saliva. Then, he taps his glistening fingers in the salt. Your eyes go wide at the use of your slick for this purpose. After taking the shot, he obscenely licks the salt and your juices off his fingers, sucks them clean, and winks at you. The door opens and Jack comes back in.

“Night, pumpkin,” Joel says as he gets up to leave. “Have a good time.” On his way out, he gives Jack a friendly salute.

Instead of driving, Jack orders an Uber for both of you together. On the ride to your house, Jack is mostly quiet. His mom doesn’t think his dad is using. Jack asks you if you do any drugs, and you tell him you smoke. He doesn’t say anything judgmental but he nods pensively. You tell him you’ve never bought anything from Joel and just know him from the neighborhood. You try to comfort him about his dad and reassure him it’s probably nothing, and to trust his gut about how his dad looked. He kisses you good night as the Uber pulls up to your house. It’s a long kiss, but melancholy on his end. You ask if he wants to come in, but he declines and leaves in the Uber.

The next day, Jack texts you that he doesn’t think he’s ready to be with someone who does any drugs at all, as much as he likes you. He thinks it would be easier to stop seeing each other now before it gets more serious. You’re hurt, but also a little relieved. You won’t have to feel guilty about what happened with Joel at the restaurant. And at least you gave it a shot.

That evening, you take a walk but don’t run into Joel. You decide to text him. After typing and erasing multiple things, several of which invite him over or ask if you can come over, you simply send, “hey”.

He doesn’t respond. You go to sleep pining for him, very turned on, but too sad and lazy to even bother with a toy.

Joel is napping when you send the text, but he’s not surprised you do. You can try to stay away all you want, but Joel knows it's always just a matter of time until you need his cock inside you. That's where he belongs - inside you.

When Joel wakes up, he showers and moseys over to your backyard instead of responding to your text. Looks like you've gone to sleep early for once. All the better. He lets himself into your basement and slinks into your room as easily as he did the first time. You remain fast asleep as he just barely lifts up the blanket and sheets for a moment. He sees you're naked and his breath hitches. "Yeahhh," he says under his breath, then starts to undress.

He gets fully nude, then slides under the sheets and drapes his arm gently over you. His warm chest presses against your back, and his hardening cock lays against your ass. You stir and softly moan in your sleep as he presses himself up against you.

He cups your breast and bends his knees to nestle in behind you, your body entirely cradled by his. He can't help but rock his hips into you. "Mmm," you sigh, still asleep. He slides his hand down your torso and dips his finger between your legs just to check. You're wet.

"Fuck yeah," he whispers to himself.

He holds his hand there for leverage and slowly humps against you. He grinds against you rock hard and returns to groping your breast. He presses his lips against the nape of your neck. Then you make the sweetest sound.

"Joel," you sigh, making his cock swell harder against you.

"Shhhh," he whispers into your neck. "It’s okay, baby." You push your ass back into him. He's so hard, he's leaning precum and the head of his cock slides wetly against your warm skin. "Shhhh," he repeats. “Go back to sleep.”

You sigh and settle into his body as he grinds against you nice and slow. “Good girl. Fuck ya real good in the mornin’." He slowly, carefully wedges his cock between your thighs for warmth and friction, and is met with all your wetness. He slides his cock along your slippery seam and cups your crotch from the front. He fucks your thighs until he can't contain himself anymore, and comes into his hand with the softest moan. He cleans it off with a tissue from your nightstand and uses your hand sanitizer to haphazardly make his hand a little less sticky.

Then he settles in as close as possible again, his eyelids heavy from the orgasm. He cups your breast and falls asleep with his body cradling yours, his warm, softening dick pressed against your back.

In the morning, his cock is rock-hard and nestled between your thighs again. When he wakes up, his hips are already moving, and you're pushing your ass back into him. You interlace your fingers with his and place his hand on your breast. You moan softly as he wakes up and his movements become more deliberate.

"Fuck, baby," he whispers into the crown of your head. "Want it bad, don't ya?" His hips thrust gracefully and powerfully, sliding his stiff cock along your dripping cunt again. You lift your top leg enough to wedge your hand between your thighs and your fingers meet the head of his cock.

"Fuck me," you whisper.

He continues to thrust into your thighs, grunting silently.

"Do it, Joel." His breath hitches at the sound of his name.

You tilt your hips just right and your fingertips gently nudge the firm, sensitive cock-head into your entrance. You press your ass back into him and your body practically sucks him in, sealing your tight, wet little hole around his tip.

He moans, then replies, "yes ma'am." He wraps his arm over you for leverage and shoves his thick cock into you with a soft grunt. He moans as he feels your insides make way. He repeats the motion and you both sigh as he bottoms out. He stays there all the way inside you for a moment.

"Feel so good, baby," he whispers as he pulls you back on his cock and rocks his hips, nudging a little further into you. You're so tight around him. Your cunt is so needy for him. He slowly backs out most of the way and pauses. You whine at the loss and your cunt grabs at him. Then he rails into you again and you push your ass back to meet his pelvis. “Ohhh,” he groans.

"Fuck," you whisper. "Joel," you sigh and his cock twitches inside you at the sound of his name. You push your ass back harder and he grabs your hip for leverage.

"That’s right, baby," he murmurs hoarsely. He nibbles at your neck your nipples pucker

The firm tip of his cock nudges your g-spot and you moan, "Mmmmm." Your head tilts back and he lifts his head up from the pillow to kiss the side of your neck as he thrusts into you at a perfect beat and hungrily palms your breast. You fuck like this for a few minutes, and he can sense your climax building.

"Fuck," you whisper, pushing your ass back harder, fucking yourself on his cock as he pounds you. "Close," you manage to spit out. You harshly swallow and it sounds like you almost choke on your own saliva. "Oh god, Joel," you say in a loud whisper.

He feels you twitching around him and sighs "Ohh, baby." His hips snap into you and his fingertips circle your clit. He buries his length to the hilt each time with a soft grunt. "That's it, baby. come on."

You whine, "yeah," and he pounds into you."Just like that," you say.

"All yours, baby," he pants. "Come on it."

You whimper, "fuck," and he pounds you harder. "So good," you whine and arch your back.

"That's it baby."

You unravel with a moan and begin to clench around him. "Yeah," he breathes as he fucks you through it. "Ohhh, that's it, baby." His sweaty chest glides against your back. He loves feeling your back against him.

You moan, "J-joel," as your cunt flutters and pulses tightly.

He buries his mouth in your hair and slows down, then slams into you to the hilt with a grunt. He knows he's there. He nudges further and groans as he erupts inside you, muffling himself with his mouth against your head as huge pulses fill you up with his warm load.

He inhales your hair and kisses you on the head as you both recover.

It's still dark out. Your bodies are sticky with each other's sweat.

"Mornin', beautiful" he says, voice hoarse and low, cock still inside you. "Miss it?" He asks with one last subtle thrust that makes you shudder.

"Mmm," you answer faintly and fucked out. He holds you and you fall back asleep with him inside you. Its where he belongs.

Q&A for this one.

Thank you so much for reading and engaging! It really means a lot to me, motivates me, and helps me know what worked. It also helps me recognize you if I see you in the wild. I love y'all, you're the best.

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tinselxoxo26 · 11 months

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𝓐𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸 𝓞𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓥𝓘𝓘 ○◦˚.

[Note: Hello my lovelies 💕 I'm not present as this is one of my scheduled post from my 1 year hiatus. This post is about tropical astrology. Happy reading!]

Part 6

◌ 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬 born between 𝟐𝟒 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝟏𝟖 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟔 have a nice handwriting or voice due to having 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐆𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢

◌ 𝐒𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟎𝐇 tends to aim being an "𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫". Art department? ✓ Music department? ✓ Academic department? ✓ Sports department? ✓ From my experience being with them they're most likely pick a department & try to hone their skills to perfection.

(For example: Art department. Learns how to master watercolour, charcoal drawings, acrylics, oil paintings etc.)

◌ 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 - 𝐍𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 🤝 hopeless romatics

◌ 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 - 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬🤝 realists

◌ 𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐧 with a 𝐥𝐞𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 might get compliments from being mature/responsible or being a good parent one day. They're the type of people that takes care of others especially their loved ones like cooking/cleaning up for them.

◌ I've noticed that 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬 (𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬, 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨, 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧) in the chart especially in the 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝟑 (𝐒𝐮𝐧, 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧, 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠) usually don't post/share anything on their social media like Instagram. If you see them post it's like once in a blue moon. They're usually reserved in their private lives.

(Unless they have a lot of fire & air signs in the chart)

◌ I've also noticed that 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬 in the 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝟑 might go through phases like deleting social media, distancing themselves from social media etc.

◌ 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐚 (𝟑𝟎𝟏𝟖) 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝟏𝟐𝐇 could indicate that the Godiva person glances at the 12H person while they're not focused, not aware, hidden/subtle glances.

◌ If you're interested in 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐭/𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲/𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐲 check for 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧 (𝟐𝟓𝟗𝟖) in your chart. I've noticed that ppl who are interested in tarot tends to have Merlin in the 3H & 6H or Merlin aspected to AC/MC or personal planets especially Sun & Moon.

◌ Check for 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 (𝟓𝟔) in your natal chart if you have 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲/𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬/𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(You have it prominent when it's conjuncting personal planets/ASC/DC/MC/IC.)

𝒪𝒷𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈

Melete in Leo tends to have anxiety in their younger years/childhood/kindergarten/primary. Melete conjunct ascendant could mean that other people could see that the native have anxiety. Melete conjunct/square MC could mean that their anxiety triggers in public spaces. Melete conjunct/square Mercury could indicate that the native have anxiety in speaking. They tend to overthink every single wording that they choose & due to that they could take a long time to text. Melete conjunct mars could indicate that the native tends to have anxiety around men.

◌ Look for 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 (𝟑𝟕𝟒𝟐) in your natal chart, it shows how to 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬/𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲

𝒪𝒷𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈

Sunshine in 5H is through healing your inner child by watching kids shows/movies. Sunshine in sagittarius is through travelling learning about astrology/tarot. Sunshine - Neptune aspects especially conjunction means that the native uses meditation to heal or uses fantasy as an escapism to 'heal' like reading novels/fiction/fanfiction etc.

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Thank you for reading this far <3 Make sure to stay tune for my next posts!!

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emthimofnight · 19 days

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Name ✨Stellar the Hedgehog✨

Age Varies based on what age I draw her, but let's say 16!

Pronouns She/Her

Extra ✨Stellar's favorite color is red. ✨Her favorite food is chili dogs. ✨She is bisexual. ✨Her favorite flower is lavender, because it reminds her of home! ✨She learned how to skate from Shadow. ✨She calls Shadow "papa" and Sonic "dad". ✨She desperately wants to make her family and friends proud. ✨Her best friend is Camellia the Cat, the daughter of Blaze and Amy. ✨She loves racing Sonic, but is frustrated he always lets her win. ✨She can be VERY impulsive when angered, much like both of her parents! ✨She is SUPER dense when it comes to romance. She has no idea Camellia has been in love with her since they were little! ✨The inhibitor rings she wears keep her powers under control, but they also prevent her from truly mastering them. ✨Her powers are designed after collapsing stars/black holes. Extremely destructive to both herself and everything around her. ✨She has no awareness to the extent of the latent power inside her.

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