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cynicallyneutral · 1 year
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had to be done 🤷
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Round 1
Please Listen to the songs
Rosepragnant
Dummy!
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theladyyavilee · 2 years
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Maddie Buckley in season 2 on a black background requested by @bitchhans​ 💕💕 haven’t worked with season 2 maddie screencaps in a while, but this is when I fell in love with her and it was an absolute joy making these <3
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kirbyddd · 7 months
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remembering this video i watched about the history of Mario 3 that ended with sentimental music and text saying "Shigeru Miyamoto is considered one of the greatest game designers of all time"
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#how can you say that in a video about MARIO 3 OF ALL GAMES. TEZUKA'S BABY#there was another one that credited him with Ocarina of Time's themes#like he hasnt spent the last 20 years explicitly denouncing the idea of themes and stories in games and the standards OoT set for Zelda#god#ok it's time for the Miyamoto Rant#he's the grandfather of modern video games#but he's a drunk barely functional grandfather whose primary contribution was conceiving the infant#he's been taking credit for other people's work the moment he got promoted#his actual game design looks like donkey kong arcade zelda 1 color splash star fox zero#even in mario the actual physics and interactions that made the game what it was were created by several different devs...#he never Richard Garriot'ed any of “his” games and wasnt even a proper dev on the real groundbreakers like Mario 3 and World#he hasnt gotten his hands dirty since the early famicom days with primitive games like Mario and Zelda 1#absolutely he played a vital role in the history of the medium#directing the projects that spearheaded the transition from tablegame-like repetitive rounds to more art-like full experiences#but he wasnt responsible for the later masterpieces people tend to credit him for. Mario 3. World. 64. Star Fox. OoT. Pikmin. and so on#in fact he often actively hindered projects and caused them to drag. It didnt start with color splash. See the history of World and 64#I'd call him Japan's Peter Molyneux but honestly he's closer to George Lucas. His underlings often ended up actively working AGAINST him#anyways.... there's my rant about the cult of Shiggy M#he finally had his free reign influence neutered after his Wii U era travesties... better late than never#next time on Video Game Myths.... Eiji Aonuma is an illustrator who has never written a line of code in his life#Masahiro Sakurai's game design youtube channel is an attempt to restore his reputation#after his last projects earned him universal praise from investors as a producer but destroyed his reputation as a game designer#Reggie Fils-Aime's post retirement attempts to wash his hands of the failures that transpired under his leadership and cement his legacy#and how Satoru Iwata was personally responsible for the company's early 2010s crisis through dishonest and anticonsumer business philosophy#(and how he spent the rest of his life attempting to right his wrongs and lead the company back into alignment with Yamachi's vision RIP)#as for Yamachi himself....#I think the fact that he kept the company free of yakuza influence in the era that they OWNED the industry is testament to his principles.#Yamachi is the one Nintendo exec name i respect#also shoutouts to Kondo the one guy at nintendo who ACTUALLY personally creates the things he's credited with
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circus-k · 2 years
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i got a hedgehog his name is benny and he's weighted and i love him
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blackbackedjackal · 2 years
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funny bone misid story: for a while i was convinced i had somehow found grey fox semi-full skeletons bc of how odd the skull looked and then i realized after getting curious and doing way more research that they were just juvenile raccoons. how did i come to this conclusion? the baculum 😔😔😔. also bc the skull had fissures still and i was like oh lmao thats why it looks like no adult specimen ive seen. i should know this
Raccoons will forever be the ultimate bone tricksters lol! They look like so many other animals depending on what part you find and how old they were when the died, but that baculum will ALWAYS be a dead giveaway 😂
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beepbeepdespair · 7 months
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had a dream last night that i think could actually make a pretty good horror film. i dreamt there was a single dad with all these kids and a fox kept talking to him, except this fox was possessed by the spirit of a serial killer who had been executed on death row and it was trying to drive him insane, and it succeeded because he snapped and murdered all his kids. i just remember sitting there and hearing nothing but screams
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archivvve-xp · 1 year
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He’s feeling bonita
#i think it’s funny cuz remember when i had to go the family gathering and wanted to draw? i actually wanted to draw us in dresses and doing#each other’s make up. i also wanted to make an animatic of us with the ‘do you or do you not feel bonita’ audio#seeing this made my day 😭 it’s rly great to know he would LOVE make up awwww <333#also yes i’m still scrolling on fox’s CC. i’m studying my joyfriend closely and taking noted#s*#so far he’s rly close to how I interpreted him. except for him not understanding or liking animals that much 💔 it’s okay he’s my pookie idc#that he wouldn’t help me take care of my cats#op said he likes bitter flavors and also lime. which i actually thought he’d rly like so i’m happy 👍#I remember asking him if he’d prefer bitter chocolate over sweet chocolate expecting him to like bitter chocolate and he actually did answer#that he prefers bitter. niicceee. i now my pookie so well <333#i actually did not expect him to have a birthday. let alone a zodiac sign. his birthday is non-existent tho (nov 35th) but i’ll round it to#the nearest date (nov 30th)#should i do that?? or should i just count the days after nov 30 and make that his birthday??? idk#honestly him being a sag makes so much sense because i always fall in love with sag’s. when i read that he’s a sag i just paused and had a#whole cut scene play in my head#pink backdrop. rose petals flying around. sparkles and bubble. an arrow in my heart… like it made sense…#i’m an aqua (duh my birthday is in pinned post) and i get a long w sag’s so often uggghhh i love them!!#i sound like an astrology nerd but i promise i’m not. i just like to know these fun little facts abt each person’s sign n stuff#alright gonna go back to collecting as much info on my baby as possible <3 ciao!!#desperatelover.txt#f/o: john doe
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chrollohearttags · 7 months
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silver foxes
the men who are twice your age and half the headache. The ones who show up to your doorstep, flowers in hand and gifts in the other before taking you out on a date. That’s only after he told you to go crazy with his credit card to buy the perfect dress and heels for the occasion. The kind of a man that opens your door, drapes his coat around you and even puts it on the ground so you don’t dare splash your feet with that puddle. He’s the man that teaches you never to settle or compromise on your standards…to always expect princess treatment and nothing less of being regarded as his queen. The man that has your bills paid on time on every month before you even have time to look at them and tells you put your money up because hey, he’s got your hair and nails covered too. Five star dinners, always dressed in designers and smells like Tom Ford cologne. He’s also the man that brings you home after a night out and undresses you right there in the doorway because you looked far too sexy in that tight red dress..accenting every curve on that beautiful body. He’s the man that starts out with slow, sloppy kisses that trails from your lips, neck and down to your belly button but disrespectfully devours your pussy through the seat of those panties he can’t even be vexed to pull off. Only tugging them to the side long enough to spit onto those folds. Honestly, he doesn’t see himself as your sugar daddy or anything but he can’t help but get a taste of that sweetness. Especially when it’s trickling down his chin; staining his stubble and slightly wrinkled cheeks. Right before he decides to hoist your legs midair and bounce you up and down on his cock. You’re thinking to yourself how he possibly harbors so much strength for a man who’s past middle aged but he’s fucking you so good, like someone in his prime youth that you don’t ever question his skills. You claw his back, scream his name and even come twice as he’s twisting you to his leisure. In a full nelson with your panties tucked between your teeth; that dick curving inside of you..a hand on the back of your head and pushed face down into the pillow of the couch as he gives you backshots. Who tells you ‘I know, baby..I know.” When you’re whimpering with his thumb between your lips.,The man that goes rounds with you until you’re both spent and he’s splattering your tight little cunt full of his warm seed. Who tells the Plan B and breakfast in the morning is on him but first, he’ll go run you a warm bath and get you ready for bed.
the type of man that once you start fucking with him..you’ll never go back to the ones your age.
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erwin smith, miche zacharius, levi ackerman, captain smoker, crocodile, leonard burns, kenny ackerman, worwick, silva zoldyck, gildarts, shanks, toji + anyone else you wanna add :) 🫶🏾
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charnelhouse · 1 year
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Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader (Red Fox) Wordcount: 2.6k Warnings: rough smut. size difference. infected wounds. hangovers. sex on a cot. Summary: The first time. A/N: for all you babes, who been asking for their first sexi time Simon 'Ghost' Riley Masterlist
Ghost is wounded.
It’s not grave. It’s not critical, but it’s a bitch. The kind of pain where, even for him, tears prick his eyes and pressure grows fat behind his nose. 
“Fuck,” he mutters. “Fuck….”
He sits up and the shifting of his weight irritates the poorly stitched slit along his ribs. It’s swollen with infection, the skin puffy and screaming red last he checked. It reminds him of a howling infant. He thinks of howling himself, but the desire to cry out sits firmly at the center of his esophagus. He swallows it before gingerly lifting his shirt. He can’t see it at this angle, but it feels wet.
He lightly touches his side and the pain is excruciating. He chokes. 
“Ghost?”
Red steps through the doorway, the shadows collecting at her edges. The rest of the safehouse is silent and asleep aside from Gaz on watch.
“It’s nothin’,” he assures her before accidentally touching the stitches and jerking again, hissing in agony. Wordlessly, she makes her way toward him on bare feet. They’re pretty, but everything about her is pretty. In fact, the thought of her looking at his purple, pus-filled injury makes him nervous. “Red, it’s not-
“Hush,” she chastises, knocking his hand away and turning on the light. She’s clinical about it. Shirt up. She leans in and the stench wafting from his bandages is enough to curl wallpaper. It smells like a corpse and Simon knows the exact perfume of rot. He thinks of Roba - it screeches through his mind before he banishes it to the lockbox in the furthest corner of his head. 
“Smells like it’s infected,” he says to fill the unbearable silence. 
“Ya think?” The corner of her plush mouth twitches as she tugs his shirt higher. 
Her fingers are cold against his burning hot skin and he shudders.
“Did that hurt?”
“Yes,” he lies.
“I’m sorry,” Her gaze flickers up to meet his. “It’s more than infected, Simon. We need to get you to a medic like yesterday.”
“I’ll survive.”
“Not if it infects your blood, baby.”
He goes rigid as does she. Her eyes are round and expression aghast and he realizes that she had just said what he'd thought she said. He didn’t mishear her. Christ - he gets fucking hard at the pet name and he has to wrestle the blankets over his lap.
She bites her lip. “Um,” she slowly draws his shirt back down. “I meant to say that.”
“Did you?”
“100%.”
“I believe you.”
She shakes her head, her lashes fluttering against her cheek. She looks embarrassed and it surprises him. She isn’t one to trip up or make mistakes that cost her that unflinching coolness. It’s something Soap chases, perhaps something that he already thinks he’s mastered. Soap thinks he's a helluva lot smarter than he is.
Ghost finds Red disarming, an enigma. She can go from perfectly composed to a siren-fury in the space of a second. She can be cold - an ice queen as many others have called her. But with 141, she's anything but. Despite the violence in her eyes, she has a sweetness that she reserves for them.
Her hand on his skin, her quiet voice tinged with concern as she hovered in the doorway: Ghost?
Baby.
“I didn’t mind it,” he says suddenly.
“Mind what?”
“What you called me.”
She smiles with all of her teeth before huffing softly. She leans closer and he knows he will deny her nothing. She slips her fingers against his neck, trails them down to the hard muscle of his chest. “There are a lot of things I’d like to call you,” she confesses before kissing his clothed cheek and calling Gaz for EVAC. 
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A month later and he’s next to her on a small, yellowing cot. He takes the floor, his back glued to the wall and legs spread out. She’s crumpled on the thin mattress, deathly hungover, completely ill. She twists onto her side to stare at him. 
“I fucked up.”
“I warned yah about that homemade shit.”
“Alejandro said-
“He didn’t know what he was talking about. He’s been hugging a toilet since last night. Soap hasn’t even left the couch, claiming he’s gone blind.”
She sniffles.
“Are you crying?” Granted, he’s a little hungover too, but still…the girl had been shot before. 
“It hurts, Simon,” she whines. “I honestly feel like I’ve been stabbed between the eyes.” 
He hates when she calls him by his name. It sounds too lovely. It sounds like something good.
He wordlessly hands her another cold glass of water, which she takes gratefully. She drinks too fast and most of it lands on her shirt, turning the white fabric transparent. Bleedin’ Christ. He can see her nipples. He doesn’t know why he’s here. He doesn’t know why he feels like he has to hover over her like a mother hen. She got so drunk, he was worried she’d hurt herself or wander and - 
Well - he fuckin’ likes her. He wants her to be safe. 
She readjusts onto the mattress, legs kicking out at the threadbare sheet. She’s wearing flannel shorts and her legs are smooth and shiny underneath the wane light. After a moment, she asks, “Would you - shit - uh would you lie on here with me?”
At first, he doesn’t think he’s heard her right. He scrapes his hand over his face before turning to regard her fully. “Come again?”
“It would help,” she explains. “It would really help.”
She doesn’t ask the same question. She doesn’t repeat the desire to have him get in her bed and he realizes she’s left the ball in his court. He can pretend like he didn’t hear her initial question and they can continue on like before or - 
To his own surprise, he stands  and awkwardly fits his enormous mass into the bed. He can’t not touch her due to the narrowness of the space, but she seems to love it.  She throws her arms around him, kicks one leg out, tangling it with his thigh. He grunts and he can feel her cheek against his heart. He can smell her hair. 
“You’re like an octopus,” he accuses. 
“Yes,” she replies simply before snuggling her head into his chest. She’s burrowing, pressing herself into him. More. More. Go deep. 
“Is it better?”
“So much.”
He aches for her. That was it. Plain and direct. He ached. 
He throbbed.
He pulses with the same repetitive thump of his organs, the circulating system of his veins. The continuous reminder that he wanted Red in a way that consumed him.
I want her to consume me.
He’s far too big for her and still he imagines her being able to swallow him whole even if he throws her down and claims her.
He’s hard between his legs and he prays she’s asleep. She’s rising and falling with his chest, slipping into the gentle pace like lapping water. 
But then he feels it, she shifts slightly and skates her hand down his belly before she brushes it over his crotch.
It could be a mistake.
She does it again and he twitches. He rumbles.
Silently, he draws his arm back and begins to stroke the nape of her neck, the bare skin of her shoulders. She’s silky and feverish and he can imagine just how hot she is between her legs. 
Wet. 
“It would help,” she whispers and it’s all the consent he needs.
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It’s terribly awkward at first. They’re both clumsy, both not feeling their best due to last night’s party. He moves on top of her, arm braced above her head, hand clutching the metal frame of the cot. He wedges himself between her spread thighs. 
“You’re heavy.”
“I know.”
He rocks against her, hips grinding down so that the bulge of his cock drags against her clothed cunt. She sighs, arching into him. Her nipples tight and pinched against the fabric of her shirt.
“What if I want to kiss you?” she asks in such a timid voice that it stops him. He studies her for a moment before quickly standing up, locking the door and flicking out the light. He yanks the mask off, breathes deep. It’s freeing. The cool air brushing his skin, the slope of his nose and sensitive mouth and he’s already back on the cot. He’s on top of her and she immediately fists his sweat-damp hair. It’s mussed and unshowered and she grins against his lips.
“I can feel you,” she says, dazed and awed as he rucks her shorts and underwear off her legs. In the gloom, he can make out the shadow of her pussy. He touches it, allows his finger to linger against the warm, soaked slit. He pets at her and she moans. She tries to curl into herself, but he restrains her, pinning her hip and thigh to the sheets. 
“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous,” he admits and this is just sex. It’s just about feeling better.
“You can’t see me,” she argues. 
“I can see you.” He lowers his face to her cunt and tastes her. She gasps. “Got eyes like a bat, you know?” He licks her again, savoring the salt of her flesh, the secret part of her. He eats her until she shakes, until the walls of her womb clamp down on his fingers and her clit throbs against his tongue. He does it again until she has to kick him away with her heels. He sits back on his haunches, his hand lifting to circle her dainty ankle. He glances down to study her pretty little foot against his broad chest. “You’re like a doll.” His Duchess. 
“C’mere,” she begs, arms out and as he sinks into them, she wraps them snugly around his shoulders. He turns his head until his lips match up with hers and then they kiss for real. The first true kiss they’ve had aside from the one on his mask last December. He sucks her lower lip between his teeth, nibbles until she inhales sharply. He takes advantage of her parted mouth to thrust his tongue against her own, the slick, warm muscle lazily strokes and strokes until he’s rutting between her spread thighs because it’s driving him into a red-haze.
“Want me to taste you?” she whispers as she holds his face between her hands. Her thumb draws a circle over his cheekbone, digs into the scar that runs underneath it, taking advantage of his nakedness.
“‘Nother time, pet,” he replies as he undoes the button of his jeans. She helps him kick them off and when he finally stands, her eyes widen comically. Her hand falls against her chest, flutters like a bird. 
“Oh,” she says. “Oh - um - Oh.”
He glances down to where his cock has curved up against his belly. He’s rock-hard, nearly ready to blow. Red and twitching. He knows she’s soaked. He’s made sure of that. He’s used three of his fingers on her to get her ready, but she still looks nervous. 
“We don’t have to,” he assures her quickly. “We can just not-”
“No!” she protests, almost hissing. “I want to - I do. There are condoms.” She gestures vaguely to a desk in the corner. “In there…maybe.” 
He gets them and returns to her, her fave still twisted into something weary. “Do - do you think those will fit you?”
He laughs. “Yeah, kid. They’ll fit.”
She lies back down, her legs splayed open and, even in the dark, she is obscenely beautiful. To him. Objectively. To anyone. He’s heard the men say it. He’s felt it. He’s memorized her face and those half-parted lips and used the image to jack off in the shower like a school boy and - 
“Simon,” she says, an edge of impatience scraping her teeth. “Get inside me.”
He rips the wrapper with his teeth and slips it on. He climbs on top of her and he intends to be careful, treat her like something fragile. He’s so big that her legs have trouble wrapping around his waist. His shoulders so wide that she has to throw her arms out to encircle them.
He grips himself as he slides the tip of his cock against her slick heat. She breathes deeply, wiggles her hips and then he begins to press into her. “Hold onto me,” he instructs and she does, nails digging into the muscles of his shoulders as he sinks to the hilt inch by inch. He can feel himself battering against her womb. Her cunt sucks him in with a near-violence. She grunts, but doesn’t cry or whimper. He can make out her eyes in the dark and they’re trained on his. Determined - as if she’s fired up to handle a drill.
“Good girl,” he praises when his hips make contact with hers. His groin is nestled against her mound, her tits crushed against his chest. He noses at her cheek before brushing his lips over hers. “Can I move?”
“If you don’t,” she sighs. “I’ll fuck you up.”
He laughs before drawing his hips back and driving forward. That particular move earns a yelp from her and then he takes control of the dance. He fucks her in deep, powerful strokes, circling and angling down to hit that fleshy, soft patch buried too far for his fingers to reach. She burrows her face into his chest as she clings to him. The room echoes with the slap of flesh, the wet, dirt noises of his cock repeatedly sliding to the hilt.
“Jesus,” she whimpers as he grips her under the knees and forces them against her breasts. He bends her in half as he continues to thrust, snapping into her with a relentless, determined hunger. The bed creaks, the coils screeching and he’s certain it might break beneath them. It wouldn’t stop him. Not at all. 
“Feel so good,” he marvels as he clasps her cheek in his palm, bends his head and plunges his tongue into her mouth. He kisses her like he’s fucking her and when that’s too much, he flips her onto her stomach. 
Her fingers fist the sheets and he grabs the pillow on the floor and shoves it under her hips. From behind, he spreads her open, spits against her bruised, puffy cunt before sinking to the base. He braces his arm above her head, leverages his weight so that he doesn’t put all of it onto her shuddering form. 
“You got this, kid,” he murmurs as he sucks a mark into her neck. He delivers a sharp thrust that sends the tip of his cock hammering against her womb. It knocks her with the force of a punch and she clamps down around him, rocking back against him as she wheezes: please please please -
“Touch that pretty cunt for me, yeah?” he orders, his own voice broken on a husk. His length drags through her, sears hot and molten, stretching her in two pieces. She’s so tight, but he can feel himself open her up, mark her for himself. She slips her hand beneath her and her lower muscles bear down, constrict like a knot around the base of his dick. “Fuck - fuck - just like that, duchess. Get yourself all wet for me.”
She lifts herself, snatches his forearm and bites down as he continues to fuck her. He groans, hips stuttering against her ass, but the pain is welcome. It centers him, focuses his pleasure as it expands through his limbs. She’s covered in a thin film of sweat, her hair sticking to her back, caught in his hand. Every rut of his cock makes her ass jiggle and he thinks he’s buried so deep that he’ll never be the same. There will be no one else after this and he, to his horror, admits it:
“Fuckin’ hell, Red,” he growls into her ear as she climaxes a third time that night. “You’re so good. No one else like you.”
She’s half-mad. She’s gone and he doesn’t think she’s heard him and maybe it’s better that way. This is about feeling good. This is about comfort and relief and as he reaches his own end, his orgasm ripples through him. It unfurls through his torso, the muscles of his thighs and groin and everything pulls tight and that white scar tissue over his ribs from his infected wound begins to throb, but in a damn fine way and oh - he feels it. He really feels it.  
Her fingers tangle through his, winding like creeping myrtle. He crushes her hand against the metal railing, he holds it down and flat until the bones creak.
"Ghost," she whimpers, and he realizes he's embedded inside her, taken root, left his seed.
He thinks of all the promises he's given her the last few years:
We're getting out of this.
Focus on me, Red. We're good. We've already won.
It's just a scratch. You're fine. I've got yah.
He wants to make another, it scratches his tongue, stings like a burr. He chokes on that unspoken promise until it tumbles down his throat and allows him to pull away.
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listened to Jackie and Wilson too many times in a row I need to look at the man now or I’ll explode
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cynicallyneutral · 6 months
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Day 1: Soulmates
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Round 1
Please Listen to the songs I beg of you
School
The Baby Is You
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astrosky33 · 6 months
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𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 ‼️ I would like to note that not all of the features I added will apply to you it’s possible only some will. This is based solely on astrological evidence, not my own bias
I also recommend checking both Tropical and Sidereal to see which you resonate with more
1st house placements and stelliums can heavily affect your appearance as well
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𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭
◉ Masculine/defined/sharp features - Aries is ruled by Mars which rules over masculinity (ex: defined/thick eyebrows, sharp jawline, etc.)
◉ Resting angry face - Mars rules over aggression. For this reason you may appear mad even when you’re not
◉ Goat-like appearance - Aries symbol is the ram
◉ Bigger forehead than most and high cheekbones - Aries rules over the head
◉ Athletic body - Mars rules over athleticism
Celeb Examples: Rihanna, Vinnie Hacker, Kendall Jenner, Cardi B, Big Sean, Morgan Freeman, etc
𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭
◉ Soft/feminine features - Taurus is ruled by Venus the planet that rules over femininity
◉ Flat chin - Taurus’ symbol is the bull and they don’t have pointy chins they’re more on the flat side
◉ Curvy body/wide rib cage and wide nose - Bulls have bigger bodies and wide noses
◉ Strong jaw - Taurus rules over the lower jaw
◉ Luxurious appearance - Venus rules over luxury
Celeb Examples: Gigi Hadid, Robert Pattinson, Miley Cyrus, Mariah Carey, Megan Thee Stallion, Joe Rogan, etc
𝐆𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭
◉ Youthful appearance/doll like features or possibly a baby face - Gemini is ruled by Mercury which rules over youth
◉ Slender build - Mercury rules over thinness
◉ Bunny teeth - In Greek Mythology, one of Mercury (Hermes) sacred animals was the Hare
◉ Bunny-like nose - Explanation above
◉ Open book facial communication - Mercury rules over communication so they may communicate things with their face, even unknowingly sometimes
◉ Fox eyes - Mercury rules over foxes
Celeb Examples: Madison Beer, Addison Rae, Maggie Lindemann, Dua Lipa, Lady Gaga, Jack Harlow, etc
𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭
◉ Round/moon shaped face - Cancer is ruled by the Moon
◉ Baby face/soft features and big eyes - The moon rules over babies and Cancers symbol is the crab, a crabs eyes are big compared to their eye sockets
◉ Curvier body - The moon is round
◉ Big boobs - Cancer rules over the breasts
◉ Emotions written on face - The Moon rules over emotions so it’s hard for them to hide them cuz their facial expressions do the job even when they try and prevent it
Celeb Examples: Angelina Jolie, Elon Musk, Cameron Diaz, Adele, The Weeknd, Margot Robbie, etc
𝐋𝐞𝐨 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭
◉ Kind eyes and big pretty smile - Leo is ruled by the Sun which rules over generosity as well as happiness and Leo in numerology = 5 which is the number of beauty
◉ Cat-like features - Leo’s symbol is the Lion
◉ Thick hair/thick eyebrows - Lions have thick hair
◉ Broad shoulders - Lion’s have broad shoulders
◉ Resting downward smile - A lions resting face is a downward smile
Celeb Examples: Drake, Selena Gomez, Marilyn Monroe, Emma Stone, Vanessa Hudgens, Tyler the Creator, etc
𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭
◉ Youthful appearance - Just like Gemini, Virgo is also ruled by Mercury which rules over youth
◉ Innocent appearance - Virgo’s symbol is the virgin and rules over innocence
◉ Small nose/bunny-like nose - One of Mercury’s sacred animals in Greek Mythology was the Hare and bunnies have small noses
◉ Prominent/wide stomach - Virgo rules over the stomach
◉ Fox eyes - Mercury rules over foxes
Celeb Examples: Madonna, Timothee Chalamet, Keanu Reeves, Emma Watson, Jay-Z, Bella Hadid, etc
𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭
◉ Soft/feminine features - Just like Taurus Libra is ruled by Venus which rules over femininity
◉ Conventionally attractive - Venus rules over beauty
◉ Beautiful hair - Venus rules over the hair
◉ Symmetrical face - Libra’s symbol is the balancing scale, it’s even on both sides
◉ Curvy feminine body and nice shaped butt - Venus rules over femininity and your butt
Celeb Examples: Beyoncé, Leonardo DiCaprio, Britney Spears, Jennifer Aniston, Niall Horan, Dwayne Johnson, etc
𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐨 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭
◉ Mysterious looking - Scorpio is secondarily ruled by Pluto which rules over mystery
◉ Witch-like or sharp noses - Pluto rules over witches
◉ Death stare - Pluto rules over death. This is why Scorpio Ascendants seem to often have an intimidating death stare where they look like they’re staring into your soul
◉ Sharp/strong/masculine features - Scorpio is primarily ruled by Mars which rules over masculinity
◉ Sexy/sexually appealing facial features - Pluto rules over sex and Mars rules over lust
Celeb Examples: Justin Bieber, Katy Perry, Lana Del Ray, Chris Evans, Prince, Lily-Rose Depp, etc
𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭
◉ Thick thighs/curvy waist - Sagittarius rules over the thighs/hips
◉ Big eyes and a foal-like appearance. Sagittarius’ symbol is the centaur. Horses have big eyes
◉ Athletic build - The Centaur has an athletic build
◉ A feature that’s bigger than normal - Sagittarius is ruled by Jupiter which rules over expansion
◉ Tall - Jupiter rules over abundance
Celeb Examples: Kim Kardashian, Scarlett Johansson, Hailey Bieber, Mila Kunis, Pink, Adriana Lima, etc
𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭
◉ Skinny (if not skinny usually skinnier than the rest of their family) - Capricorn is ruled by Saturn which rules over lack/skinniness
◉ Great bone structure/sharp jawline - Saturn rules over bones
◉ Mature appearance - Saturn rules over maturity
◉ Glow up at later age - Saturn rules over delay/old age
◉ Good teeth/prominent teeth - Saturn rules over bones
Celeb Examples: Ariana Grande, Megan Fox, Olivia Rodrigo, Kylie Jenner, Cristiano Ronaldo, Jungcook, etc
𝐀𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭
◉ Similar to Capricorn Ascendant’s they age well and usually have a massive glow up later in life since Aquarius is primarily ruled by Saturn. Saturn rules over old age/delay
◉ Some sort of unique feature - Aquarius is secondarily ruled by Uranus which rules over uniqueness
◉ Mature appearance - Saturn rules over maturity
◉ Prominent calves - Aquarius rules over the calves
◉ Friendly face - Uranus rules over friends
Celeb Examples: Nicki Minaj, Obama, Zendaya, SZA, Tyga, Russel Wilson, etc
𝐏𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭
◉ Kind-looking face - Pisces secondary ruler is Neptune which rules over kindness/compassion
◉ Big eyes - Pisces symbol is the fish and fishes eyes are big compared to the rest of their face typically
◉ Big lips - Fish have prominent big lips
◉ Attractiveness that causes others to idealize you - Neptune rules over glamour, idealism, and fascination
◉ Small or prominent feet - Pisces rules over the feet
Celeb Example: Michael Jackson, Billie Eilish, Zayn Malik, Ryan Gosling, Bruno Mars, Andrew Garfield, etc
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redwinterroses · 7 months
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It's not like it's hard to get Tango taking about Decked Out, but buy him a couple of potions in the museum speakeasy and he gets downright confessional.
Grian leans across the stat poker table, his wings rustling eagerly. "Truth or dare, Tango," he says. "Is Decked Out... alive?"
“Aren’t I supposed to pick truth or dare before you ask the question?” Tango tosses back another potion and gives the group a half-smirk.
“We all know you’re going to pick truth because you’re too particled to get up.” Etho’s face is obscured, but they can hear the laugh in his voice and see his fox ears twitch with amusement. “So spill.”
Tango shrugs. "Well," he says, "It's not exactly not NOT alive, if you know what I mean."
Grian glances at Doc on his right and Etho on his left. They shrug at him.
"Yeah, no," he says, looking back at Tango. "I don't think we know what that means."
"Is it like that Grumbot robot that Mumbo and Grian built?" Doc asks, scratching thoughtfully at his chin, his blunt black claws scritching loudly against the stubble of his beard. Grian tries to catch a peek at his stat tokens and gives a sheepish grin when Doc notices and quickly angles them away.
"Hey, now," Doc starts to say, but Tango interrupts.
"Nah, no -- I mean, Grumbot was pretty... Simple. No offense."
"None taken." Grian pulls a token from his stack. "Number of villagers traded with," he offers. "And I'll up the ante to three diamond blocks, gentlemen."
Tango lays down his own token, and taps a finger on it in an aimless rhythm. “The dungeon is… aware,” he says. “Not alive, I guess, but it knows things. It recognizes people.”
“I’ve noticed,” Etho says dryly. “That place hates me.”
They all laugh, but Tango shakes his head. “Does it hate you?” he asks and waggles his eyebrows suggestively. “Or does it want to impress you?”
“Oh, I’m impressed enough.” Etho drops his stat token on the table with a soft click. “So it can stop glitching and trying to kill me now.”
“Aww, you’re just playing hard to get.”
Doc lays his tokens down on the table and stands. “I will sit out this round, I think,” he says. “I have done almost nothing with villagers this season. Will anyone have more to drink?”
“I’m not playing hard to get!” Etho protested, ears lying flat. “If anything, I’m playing easy to get – I just walk right in there!”
“You heard it first here, folks,” Tango says. “Etho’s easy.”
He ducks, but not in time to dodge the rolled-up napkin Etho chucks at his face. It lands in his hair and goes up in a miniature whump of flame.
Grian snickers, waving away smoke.
“So if the dungeon’s not alive, but it’s not quite not alive,” he says. “How does one maybe go about… making friends with it?”
“That,” Doc says, thunking a fresh bottle of Cub’s custom-mixed potion onto the table. “Is cheating, you pesky bird. No flirting with the possibly-not-not-alive dungeon.”
“You’re telling me you’re above flirting for a few extra keys and crowns, Doc?” Tango asks with teasing skepticism.
Doc sniffs, flipping the cork from his bottle with his thumb. “I don’t need flirting,” he says dismissively. “I have skills. Game strategies, man.”
“He’s already planning how to get the dungeon’s attention.” Etho flips his token over, exposing the total. “Aren’t’cha, Doc.”
Doc tips back his drink and shrugged. “Eh… that is for me to know, and you to worry about.” He winks.
“Tango, what’s your total there?” Grian fiddles with his token.
“Well, I know it’s higher than old three-digit Minecraft master over here.” Tango holds up his token and pinches it between his fingers. “Under three hundred, Etho? What’ve you been doing all season?”
“Not hiding out in a hole for thirteen months,” Etho grumbles good-naturedly, pushing his diamonds into the center of the table.
“Yeah, well, that’s what I have been doing and look at that stat.” Tango displays the count. “Seven k, baby – read ‘em and weep.”
Grian makes an exaggerated sad face that immediately morphs into a triumphant grin. “Rookie numbers, fellas,” he crows. “Try over twelve thousand.”
Tango groans and rolls his diamonds toward Grian with a grimace. “Yeah,” he says. “Definitely not telling you how to flimflam my dungeon, you shyster.”
“Tango, I’m hurt.” Grian, entirely unbothered and very un-hurt looking, scoops the pile of diamonds into his pouch. “My stats are all ethically earned.”
“And that’s how your dungeon runs will be too.” Tango stashes his tokens and stands. “Gentlemen, it’s been a pleasure. Mostly.”
“Back to your cave, Tango?” Etho doesn’t stand, but his bushy white tail wags a little in barely-contained excitement. “So, Decked Out will be open again… soon?”
“You bet your foxy good looks,” Tango says. “Or… maybe don’t. Not with those stats.”
This time he does duck the thrown napkin.
He exits through the museum, the laughter of his friends fading behind him as he steps out into the cool afternoon air. For a moment, he stretches, shaking out his elytra and clearing his head a bit of the potion particles.
Is Decked Out alive?
Tango grins, sharp teeth glinting. Of course the dungeon’s alive, who’s he kidding? And she’s hungry, too, he can feel it even from here. His friends should just be grateful he’s only ever built friendly monsters that want to devour them.
“On my way,” he mutters to himself. Or the dungeon. “And Etho’ll be coming over soon too.”
He feels the dungeon’s excitement.
“Oh…you’ve gotta be kidding me.” Tango launches himself in the air and spirals over the shopping district, angling toward Decked Out and laughing so loudly the sound bounces off the buildings below.
His dungeon totally has a crush on Etho.
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moonhoures · 7 months
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warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, fem!reader, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, finger sucking
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Wonwoo had you caged beneath him at the edge of your bed, pounding into you for what felt like ages. The insides of your thighs were aching and slick with your juices. He had made you cum twice already, and he promised this would be the last one, then he’d finally let you rest. But the glimmer in his eyes might as well have been crossed fingers, because you didn’t believe him for a second. With the energy he had now, he could probably go for another round—or two.
His breath was hot and ragged. His fingers clutched onto your thighs like anchors. His hips snapped relentlessly against yours, making the bed creek quietly with his movements. His hair was still a little fluffy from the shower he had taken hours prior, but sweat was starting to form in his roots, making it damp.
“________, you okay?” he asked you through huffed breaths.
Your eyes were shut tight while you tried to focus on your orgasm, but you opened them to look at him when he spoke to you, “Uh huh.”
“Good,” his fox-like eyes looked at you with an amount of love that was too pure for the sinful moment you were having.
After your reassurance, his pace picked up slightly, making your hands grasp onto his waist a little tighter. He thrusted deeper into you every few strokes, like he was coaxing your release to him. He grunted each time he bottomed out inside of you, feeling your warmth completely envelope him just how he loved it. He also loved the way your head fell back into the sheets involuntarily. The way your mouth slacked open from how well he was fucking you. The way your legs pulled up around him as if you couldn’t get enough, even when he was giving you everything he had. Cute, he thought to himself.
He leaned down, capturing your lips in an intense, wet kiss. His deep moans vibrated against your mouth, making you hum back in response. You whined when he pulled away.
“How does it feel, baby?”
Your eyes closed once more. You could feel yourself on the precipice of releasing again. You could practically taste it, “So good, Wonwoo, you always make me feel so good. I’m so close. So close. So clo- Augh-“
It was then your eyes shot open again, and Wonwoo was looking at you with sadistic amusement. He had reached up and hooked his thumb into the corner of your mouth, effectively shutting you up. When he succeeded in doing so, he stuck his other thumb into the opposite side of your mouth, spreading your lips open.
He leaned in close again, speaking in that low tone that made your pussy clench, “You talk too much, y’know that?”
When you simply nodded, he sneered at you. How pathetic you looked when you were being fucked like this. But you were so good for him, he didn’t care. He found it adorable even.
He slipped his digits from your mouth as he bent down to kiss you again, this time more hungry and fervent than before. He thrusted faster than before, wanting to bring you over the edge. He pushed your thighs further up with his hips, allowing himself a new angle to achieve. You moaned against his lips and tongue. When he disconnected them from yours, his hands slipped further down to the base of your neck and shoulders, holding you still as he thrusted into you ruthlessly. His breath was shaking a little from how close he was getting to his own orgasm. Any moment now . . .
You were cumming, clenching around him sporadically. His name tumbling from your lips repeatedly because he was the only thing your pretty, dumb brain could think of in that moment. And he ate it up, a smirk on his lips just before he came inside of you, filling you up for the third time. The skin between your thighs and your sheets were soaked, without a doubt. Your legs were sore and begging for the relief that a good bath would give them right about now. Your arms fell down against the bed. Your chest heaved with each deep breath you took.
Your boyfriend’s hand skimmed over your skin, from your shoulders, down your torso, to your waist where his fingers rubbed you in the most soothing way, “You took that so well. Are you ready to stop?”
Before you even mustered the energy to nod, he was adding:
“Or should I reward you for being so good to me? Hm? You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
You shook your head. Your voice was as weak as your body, fading off when you responded, “Too tired, Won . . .”
He sighed, knowing you had reached your limit for tonight. He nodded in understanding and patted your thighs in encouragement, “Alright, let’s get you taken care of.”
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