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taking-thyme · 1 year ago

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🌅 Lucifer Deity Guide 🌅

Note: This is inspired by both my own experiences with Lucifer and the information I read on @scarletarosa's blog and her devotional guide to him. Please go read that one too!!

The divine rebel, Lucifer is the light of truth and divine wisdom; an ancient light which shines through the darkness, representing illumination. He is the driving force of innovation, liberation and transformation. According to Scarletarosa, who actively works with Lucifer and was told this by him, he was the first-born god of the Universe created by the supreme deity, the Source. He is so incredibly ancient and beautiful. Lilith was created to be his counterpart, the Queen of Heaven. However, Jehovah took the throne of heaven from Lucifer and cast him and his followers into hell. Most of them lost their connection to heaven and their energy became dark and intense. Jehovah claimed the throne of heaven and set himself up as the one true god, manipulating humans into betraying their original deities. Thus, Lucifer became the King of Hell and has been scorned by Christians for millenia.

God of: Illumination, Light, Darkness, Change, Rebirth, Challenges, Innovation, Logic, Truth, Knowledge, Wisdom, Strategy, Persuasion, Revolution, Luxury, Pleasure, Freedom, The Arts and The Morning Star (“Morning Star” is another name for the planet Venus)

Symbols: Sigil of Lucifer, The Morning Star, Violins and Fiddles (instruments traditionally associated with him)

Plants and Trees: Rose, Belladonna, Mulberry, Patchouli, Myrrh, Min, Tobacco, Marigold, Lilies, Hyacinth, Sage

Crystals: Amethyst, Black Obsidian, Onyx, Garnet, Selenite, Rose Quartz

Animals: Black Animals in general, Dragons, Snakes, Owls, Eagles, Ravens, Crows, Rams, Foxes, Pigs, Bats, Rats, Moths, Swans

Incense: Rose, Frankincense, Patchouli, Myrrh

Colors: Black, Red, Silver, Emerald Green, Gold

Tarot: The Devil

Planets: The Morning Star, Venus

Day: Monday and Friday

Consort: Lilith

Children: Naema, Aetherea and many others

How was he traditionally worshipped?

There is not much to say about how Lucifer was historically worshiped seeing as he wasn’t worshiped at all for a large chunk of human history. He seems to have been worked with in some capacity according to the Gesta Treverorum, written in 1231, which is where we first see the term Luciferian being used to refer to his worship. This was by a woman named Lucardis for a religious circle, who was said to lament to Lucifer in private and prayed to him. However, the term Luciferians was later applied to basically any groups Christians didn’t like and wanted to fight, as one might expect. However, the modern Luciferian movement also sheds light on how Lucifer is worshiped. For Luciferians, enlightenment is the ultimate goal. Their basic principles highlight truth, freedom of will and fulfilling one’s ultimate potential, and encourage the same in all of us. Traditional dogma is shunned because Luciferians believe that humans do not need deities or the threat of eternal punishment to know what is good and the right thing to do. All ideas are to be tested before being accepted, and even then one should remain critical because knowledge is fluid and ever-changing. Regardless of whether Luciferians view Lucifer as a deity or an archetype, he is a representation of ultimate illumination and exploration in the name of personal growth.

Epithets

Phanes

The Morning Star

Light-bringer

The First-born

Prince of Darkness

Son of Morning

The Glory of Morning

Lord of the Lunar Sphere

The First Light

Offerings

Red Wine, Whiskey (especially Jack Daniels), Champagne, Pomegranate Juice, Black Tea (especially earl grey), Chocolate (especially dark chocolate), Cooked Goat Meat, Venison, Apples, Pomegranates, Honey, Good Quality Cigars, Tobacco, Daggers and Swords, Silver Rings, Emeralds and Emerald Jewelry, Goat Horns, Black Feathers, Seductive Colognes, Red Roses, Dead Roses, Crow Skulls, Bone Dice, Devotional Poetry and Artwork, Classical Music (especially violin)

Devotional Acts

Acts of self-improvement, spiritual awakening and evolution, knowledge-seeking and dedication to spirituality ; Shadow Work ; Working to overcome your ego to become wiser ; Defending those in need ; Working to better yourself without being too self critical ; Fighting against tyranny and bigotry whenever you encounter it

Altar Decorations

Black or Red Candles, Snake and Dragon Figurines, His sigil, Roses, Fancy Chess Boards and Playing Cards, Silver Jewlery and ornaments, Black feathers, Goat horns

Appearance

For me Lucifer usually appears as a tall light-skinned man with long fiery red hair (so red it looks like it’s been dyed), a sophisticated face with a killer jawline, passionate eyes and dressed in a fancy black suit. From all my experiences with him and what I’ve heard from other followers, it seems Lucifer and most demons dress in full suits and tuxedos.

Personality

Lucifer is nothing if not charming. He’s a protector first and foremost - one that always works to help you better yourself, but a protector nonetheless. He feels like a protective older brother taking care of you while your parents are away. He is a very complex entity, deeply wise and eloquent. He is more serious than one might expect for a demon given their popular depictions in our culture as chaotic forces of evil, but Lucifer is full of courage and love. I often feel him with me even when I’m not doing things related to him. He is proud of his follower’s accomplishments and congratulates them on a job well done, though he also reminds them that the job is never truly over. Growth is constant. Lucifer is the epitome of growth, blunt and gentle at the same time, telling you what you need to do and giving you space to figure out how to do it.

Lucifer values resilience, the pursuit of self-betterment, intellectualism, courage, open-mindedness and responsibility in individuals and wants to see his followers develop these qualities. He is constantly rooting for you to reach your full potential. He won’t hold your hand the entire way, but he will help you take steps in the right direction. Lucifer, like all deities, is different for everyone and will adjust his approach depending on your needs.

^ The Sigil of Lucifer

#deity work #witchblr #witch tips #spirit work #lucifer deity #lucifer devotee #luciferian #luciferian witch #lucifer morningstar

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icemankazansky · 8 months ago

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Top 5 Iceman Kazansky eras

Oh my God, this is inspired.

Lessee.

In chronological order:

USNA Valedictorian and Most Valuable Player (Varsity Lacrosse and Intramural Sex) Era

Work hard, play hard. Ice did his share of grinding in high school, excelling in academics and balancing as many extracurriculars as possible, but now he's out of his family home, and he can come into his own. Between his Navy work and the extra rigors of playing Division 1 sports, as well as the natural effects of aging, Ice is going to bulk up, lose his puppy fat, and get Stupid Hot. Now that he doesn't have the confines of being a minor living with your parents, he's also going to have the opportunity to slut it up properly. I love this for him.

Top Gun Era

Waist: Snatched. Patience: Nonexistent. He's the best, he knows he's the best, and he's looking his best. Cannot stop serving cunt for a single second. This man is a 24/7 cunt buffet with a heart of gold and a smile made of actual sunshine.

Hot Shot Era

For several years after TOPGUN (probably at least a decade), Ice is going to spend his life as an active duty pilot, in demand and the best of the best. He gets to prove his mettle, hone his skills, and fuck Maverick in aircraft carriers and exotic locales all over the world. I believe they refer to these as glory days. You're doing amazing, sweetie.

Dad Jeans Era

As he ages and is promoted away from flying full time, Ice is going to be less competitive as a reflex. That razor's edge he's maintained so long is going to get sanded down, and he'll become more comfortable with his place in life and the people with whom he shares it, and be more comfortable going without that icy mask, be more comfortable showing his softness. He's going to buy some sweaters. He's going to take some vacations. Maybe he'll pick up some hobbies. He'll buy a bird feeder. He's going to go full DILF.

Growing Old Together

A well-earned retirement for the man who was one of the world's best pilots, one of the highest-ranked military leaders in the world, and an Olympic gold medalist in sex. Sweater Ice is going to enter silver fox mode. He's going to retire and relax for five fucking minutes. He's going to learn to use Do Not Disturb mode on his phone. He's going to install a porch swing on the front porch of his forever home with Maverick. He's going to read books for pleasure, savoring them slowly the way he hasn't been able to in years. He's going to join the AARP and get discounts at restaurants once he's able to eat normally again after cancer and chemo. He and Maverick are going to take long vacations together, just the two of them, doing things they've wanted to do their entire lives. It's well deserved, Admiral.

#asks answered #beloved mutuals #iceman kazansky #top gun #top gun headcanons #icemav

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sorbeau · 11 months ago

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Just finished episode 1 of junior year. Can you draw Balthazar and his parrots in all their glory? I miss that silver fox already

who else up missing that classic guy Balthazar...... big b will be missed..... hope his 6 month old parrots are okay......... drew him caring for them when they were babies.......

#dimension 20 #d20 #fantasy high #balthazar #fantasy high junior year #fhjy

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cloudshuffle · 9 months ago

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a new dawn. yan!childe

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You rise from a deep, dreamless slumber, tangled up in soft sheets and insistent hands. Ajax’s chest rises and falls gently, ginger lashes shut over his blue eyes, cradling you to him like his most precious treasure.

Asleep, he looks more like a boy in need of affection than a warrior.

The moon is still suspended in the sky, a silver balloon ready to burst. A glance at the clock tells you that you’ve only been asleep for about an hour. Enough time to sneak back into the cabin and pretend you've been there all night.

You begin to negotiate your way carefully out of his hold. With the alcohol no longer sparkling in your veins, you feel nothing but a vague sense of urgency to return to your cabin before anyone else sobers up and notices you’re gone.

It’s a declaration. It was exactly the sort of lovesick, foolish fairytale he’d fall for. And though you’d both enjoyed those once upon a time, one of you had to grow up. Had grown up.

A puff of air ruffles your hair, and you look up to meet his eyes, blinking slowly.

“Going somewhere?” he mutters sleepily, snuggling you closer.

You tense up so he doesn’t get too comfortable. “Yes, actually. I should be getting back before anyone notices I’m gone.”

His gaze roves around the room, as if he didn’t recognise where he was, followed by a lazy yawn. “I can sneak you off the ship. Stay here.”

You push against him and he releases you, more out of surprise than anything else. “Ajax. Be serious.”

“I am.” His puppy-dog eyes follow you as you get out of bed, collecting your discarded clothing and pulling it on. “Please?”

“No,” you reply, more sharply than you’d meant. Adjusting your outfit in the mirror, you just pray that no one can see the creases in the darkness. Or the torn stocking. Behind you, his expression is a little hurt, but it only fills you with a grim satisfaction. Good. Whatever it took to keep him at arm’s length. “Do you have a rag?”

He sighs, climbing out of bed to find one for you. You soak it with water, wiping down the parts he’d left more than just bruises on.

He accosts you on the way to the door, nuzzling a kiss right by your ear. “You’re so eager to get rid of me.” His sleep-warmed skin is littered with scars, you realise, slashes and stabs of all shapes and sizes, some pale with age and others fresher.

A pang of guilt. “Sorry,” you whisper, and then you’re gone.

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Liyue Harbour dawns on the horizon, sprawling and golden in the morning sun. The roofs seem to glow, speaking of riches untold - but only if you knew where to look. Which was why the Tsaritsa was expanding her presence here, entrusting the task to her harbingers and soldiers.

High above, the Floating Palace looms like a sentry, guarding the city from celestial destruction. Your fellow soldiers gather at the side of the ship, watching in awe as Liyue draws closer in all its glory. Even your heart stirs at the sight.

Childe is nowhere to be seen, likely holed up in his cabin, doing last minute paperwork he hadn't had the chance to last night.

Probably for the better. After… that, now there's a strange, ambiguous feeling in your relationship, one that had been carefully kept nonexistent during your time back in Snezhnaya.

And like a wounded fox offered easy prey, you're not sure how he might strike out next.

There's a scramble of activity again as goods are unloaded, sailors prepare for docking, and you're all ushered off the ship like a flock of sheep rather than esteemed Fatui operatives. But finally you're on solid ground again, having arrived safely at the port of Liyue Harbour.

Nadia’s eyes are so wide you think they might roll out from her skull. You wonder what you all look like to the locals - foreign operatives here to butt into their business, dressed in heavy coats absolutely not suitable for the weather, looking around in awe like a group of schoolchildren. No wonder the Northland Bank was running into so many problems here.

Only once you’re sequestered safely within the walls of the Northland Bank do you begin to relax. Despite its golden walls and Liyue-esque decor, you’re relieved to see a Fatui mask at the front desk. She gives you all a tired once-over, then returns to her ledger.

You’ve been assigned to fieldwork - meaning tax collecting, outwardly, but also venturing out past the walls of Liyue Harbour and doing whatever Childe required of you. Knowing the Fatui, there was no such thing as simple tax collecting.

As you linger at the back of the group, following the Fatui senior on a brief tour of the bank, you think of what you’d seen in Childe’s cabin. Papers. Maps. Diagrams. Theories about… dragons in the water and adeptal magic? You couldn’t be very sure about what you’d seen.

You’re dismissed to your little offices to get settled in and start on some paperwork.

You shut the door, exhaling a sigh of relief. It’s a blessing to be alone with nothing but your thoughts.

You head over to your window first, peering carefully outside. Your view overlooks a regular street, lined with other businesses, their employees stationed outside to entice customers in. You watch as a gentleman, his long brown hair tied back, strides meaningfully past. He glances up.

You duck back, holding your breath until he passes.

Enough excitement for today. You shake yourself and take a seat at your desk, thumbing through the various files and folders for you to handle. Most of them are about clients of the bank you need to keep an eye on, but they’re all normal, low profile civilians. You don’t think you’ll have a problem dealing with them.

At the bottom of the stack, substantially thicker than the rest, a folder waits for you. It’s bound in red string, full to bursting. You untie it gingerly and flip it open.

Papers spill out across your desk. Adepti, rituals, ancient ink on gold paper.

Talismans.

You feel like you’re holding your breath as you sift through the information. It seems as if the Fatui in Liyue had been doing extensive research on talismans infused with adepti magic - Sigils of Permission, more commonly known. Created by Rex Lapis and infused with adeptal power, these sigils were once used by mortals to channel divine power.

On the last page is a breathtaking hydra, rising from the waters of Liyue Harbour - no, created from the waters of Liyue itself, jaws fixed in a ferocious roar.

Oh, Ajax. What are you up to now?

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“What’s that?”

You wiggle aside to make room for Ajax. There’s not much room on the windowsill, but it’s just perfect for two little children about to waste the afternoon away reading fairy tales.

“Mama and Papa got me a book of Liyue legends.”

He hooks an arm through yours so neither of you slide off your seat as you flip through the stories, reading them out loud so he can keep up.

Something thuds against your window, startling both of you from a particularly riveting passage where Rex Lapis, unable to defeat his primal foe, pins Osial to the ocean floor.

“Ghost!” someone yells from outside. “Dead girl!”

A jarring chorus of laughs as the boys ready another round of snowballs.

“Go away!” Ajax yells back, making a rude gesture, to which he receives one in turn.

“Nikolai!” One of their mothers hurries past, gathering the children up in her skirts. “Come now. It’s time for dinner…”

Her fearful, fleeting glance isn’t lost on you, as have the looks from so many other adults. They say you’d been in the water for so long that even a grown man couldn’t have withstood it. That the cold had infected you, kept you alive to spread its clutches into your village. Some of the elders even make the symbol of warding off evil whenever you come by.

It doesn’t hurt quite as much as it should have.

— word count: 1368. thank you for reading!

#cloud writes #genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere genshin impact #genshin #childe #yandere childe #yan!childe #genshin childe #childe x reader #childe tartaglia ajax #tartaglia #yandere tartaglia #yan!tartaglia

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buggyboba · 3 months ago

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Ayo, so Missy x Reader x Master won, so you know what that means.

Sin, dunking on Saxon, jealous time lord/lady courting.

I am very excited to write Simm!Master, in all his silver fox glory.

#buggy talks #missy x reader #gomez!master x reader #the master x reader #simm!master x reader #reader is in for it now babies!

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amorgansgal · 5 months ago

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A Meeting of Souls

Day 2: Meeting Halsin

Halsin hadn’t much chance to relax and rest by the time he reached the grove and Rath and Nettie had told him all. Kagha seemed humbled and evidently most of the druids were in awe of her change of heart and attitude, but he was still bristling with anger. The fact that she had shown such contempt, such coldness to those who needed help, who had nothing and she had even thought to turn her backs on them, it outraged him, enraged him. And the truth was this disloyalty to everything they stood for, or were meant to stand for, was still under the surface of people’s deference to him like a noxious, grasping weed. There were still druids here who had either been too cowardly to stand up to Kagha and left all their morals by the wayside or had outright agreed with her. It was a hard thing to realise he did not have as many allies as he thought he had or ones who would stand up for what was right.

‘How could you even think that this is what the Oak Father would-’ his lecture was cut off though by a bright laugh and a woman’s sing-song voice calling out:

‘I’m back! Did you all miss me?’

He glanced towards the stairs, where the woman’s voice came from though he couldn’t see her, evidently she was still at the top of the stairs, even though her voice had echoed through the grove.

‘Yes! Do the fox magic again!’ a child’s voice cried out and several other children joined in with requests for the magic, laughing happily. The sound of their excitement and joy hadn’t been heard in the grove since they had arrived. The tiefling children had looked upon everyone with suspicion in their gazes. Wary of trusting or liking any of the druids there, and who could blame them? A little glowing golden fox suddenly darted down the stairs, whirled around the grove, stopped briefly next to Halsin and Kagha, and then went running past them back up the steps.

‘That’s her, the druid who set me right, Vanya,’ Kagha told him, nodding towards the steps and Halsin looked past her to see an elven woman skip down the steps. She sent the fox careening back up towards a group of tiefling children who chased after it.

The first thing he noticed about her was not her flame red hair that shone with threads of gold and amber, nor her brilliant dark blue eyes, but it was her smile. Wide, open, sweet, welcoming, friendly. They had met, of course, in the goblin camp, but it had all happened so quickly he’d barely taken her in and the gloom of the place had kept her features muted and shadowed. He’d also mostly talked to Wyll and Gale, whilst she rummaged through some pots. Now her clothes were clean of blood and filth, he could see they were a shimmering green-blue in colour and she did not wear the signs of the Oak Father, but instead the sigil at her chest depicted three silver waves on a blue background, and a pearlescent shell underneath the waves. The sigil of Talum, God of the Coast. She bounded over to them.

‘Oh good, you made it back!’ she said, and he couldn’t help fixating on her smile. It flooded through him like the sweet smell of the air through the leaves on the trees and warm sunshine on his skin. Had he really grown so used to the stoicism and grim looks of the druids around him that a warm, brilliant smile sent every thought running from his head? He caught Nettie’s quick glance at him and ever so slightly raised brow, a small smile played at her lips. She’d figured him out.

‘I did, thanks to you and your companions.’

‘I’m a little sad we didn’t get to see you in all your bear glory,’ she said, leading Nettie to let out a little snort of laughter and she immediately covered her mouth, ‘but I guess Astarion was right, it was easier dealing with matters. Though I think it’s a shame we didn’t get to fight side by side in our wild shapes. I favour a fox.’

He realised he was smiling, properly, truly for the first time in weeks. Hells, maybe it had been months or years. ‘Well perhaps there will be ample opportunity for us to fight together in the future. I hadn’t realised I met a coastal druid.’

‘Yes, I’m from the Menagerie Coast originally, we have a small cove there.’

Halsin’s brows rose in surprise, the Menagerie Coast was on the eastern side of the land, she was very far from home. Most druids wouldn’t wander so far from their place of worship. ‘You have travelled far. I thought you would hale from a coast on the west.’

‘No, I… um… I left my family’s side… oh, must be going on for five years now.’

He frowned, it was very odd for an elf to leave their family entirely for so long, especially as she was a druid. Vanya clasped her hands together and gave him another carefree smile, but he could tell there was something nervous underneath. She was fearful he might pry further, that he would know how unusual it was for her to have done something like that. But he was sure there was good reason for her to not be forthcoming.

‘Well, I am glad you made it all this way and that you helped us, apparently very enthusiastically,’ he said.

He could see her shoulders relax as she exhaled, her relief all too evident that he hadn’t pushed her for information. ‘Well how could I not? Anyway, I best leave you to matters and join my companions again, I left them with your trader. I just wanted to make sure you were alright and had made it home and everything was well.’

He found himself surprisingly touched at the care she showed. Was she this affectionate with everyone? He could not question her about it, as she turned on foot and made her way back to the steps, then stopped and turned back round and hurried back over to his side. She stood on tiptoe, but gestured for him to lean his head closer to hers. He unquestioningly obeyed her. He could feel her breath on his cheek and the rush of blood to them as he realised how close she was, how casually she lay her hand on his forearm, the pads of her fingertips just lightly skimming over what bare skin was there between the gaps of his braces. Nettie’s eyebrows were about to disappear into her hairline and she was biting her lip hard to stop herself from laughing. This coastal druid was something else!

‘Don’t be too harsh on Kagha. I know it’s probably all you wish to do and yes, she deserves some punishment, but we’ve all made mistakes in our lifetimes. I think everyone deserves to be shown some kindness when they do. Showing mercy in situations like that sometimes teaches people more than cold, hard vengeance. But that’s all I have to say on the matter and you’re the archdruid and I won’t presume to tell you what you should do, I just thought I should say something,’ Vanya said, she gave his arm a gentle little squeeze, then hurried off again. He watched her go, his heart feeling oddly light and touched that she had cared so much for Kagha, when undoubtedly she’d been on the sharp end of Kagha’s tongue and the rite of thorns issue wouldn’t have made things easy.

‘The nerve of that woman,’ Jeorna muttered once Vanya was gone. ‘I’ve never known a druid so irreverent and overly familiar. Her God must think-’

‘It was her irreverence and familiarity with druid teachings that helped the tieflings trust her and put a stop to the rite of thorns,’ Halsin snapped and Jeorna had the decency to look contrite. ‘She mended the rift that had been caused and brought balance, something a good many of you seemed to forget whilst I was gone. How is it a coastal druid knows more of our teachings than you yourself, Jeorna?’

‘I did not mean to cause offence,’ Jeorna said. She swallowed tightly and it almost seemed to cause her pain to admit, ‘I am glad she helped matters.’

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The long discussions were finally at an end. He had headed Vanya’s words, Kagha had been punished, but not too severely as some druids and tieflings probably would’ve wished. But Vanya was right, fair, reasonable justice seemed better for this occasion than fueling anger and resentment. He was left to muse on his own feelings concerning being the archdruid here. It had never sat right with him. The role of leader had been thrust upon him and he did not bear it well. His patience felt worn to a thin strand that could snap at any moment. He’d been gone a week or two and this was the result? A host of druids willing to turn their back on everything and show such vile contempt towards those most in need? Halsin rubbed his brow. He felt exhausted right down to his very core, right to the marrow in his bones. And it didn’t have much to do with his capture in the stinking, filth ridden mess of that goblin camp.

‘Vanya’s a lovely person,’ Nettie said, her voice was light and easy going, but even he could detect the little prodding she was doing, trying to figure out his feelings.

‘She certainly seems that way. Joyous, kind, it is good she entertains the children.’

Nettie laughed. ‘I don’t think Zevlor always appreciated that, she distracts them from their fighting classes. But she cheered a lot of people up, made the tieflings trust druids again when they long had good reason not to. Though as you could see, most of our folk don’t know what to make of her, even the ones who like her.’

‘She’s not really like us,’ he said, taking a seat on one of the smooth, flat stones that clustered around the Oak Father’s statue. Nettie sat beside him.

‘Mm,’ she agreed. ‘She thinks nature is to be celebrated with life and laughter and light, that it should be protected but also shared, not guarded and hidden away just because we think some folk are unworthy of it.’

He nodded, remembering the warmth of Vanya’s palm against his skin, how light and small her hand was. The way her eyes had sparkled like the flicker of sunlight on the lapping waves near the shoreline. Her soft plush lips when she spoke… Good gods, was the novelty of her really turning his head so much? The rarity of an elf smiling and laughing so willingly. He coughed and rubbed the back of his neck.

‘And you like her, hm?’ Nettie prodded.

‘Yes, how could I not like the people who saved the grove and the tieflings and me to boot!’ he said, chuckling softly.

Nettie rolled her eyes. ‘No, that’s not what I asked. You like her, her in particular. You like her smile, you certainly didn’t mind when she touched your arm and was so shockingly familiar with you!’ She grinned and shook her head, presumably at the memory of Jeorna’s sneer.

Halsin hesitated and looked up at the first few stars that were appearing in the dusky blue sky overhead. He’d evidently spent a bit too much time with Nettie if she could read him so well. ‘I’d be foolish to deny that I liked her smile, that I liked her touch, and I am glad she is kind and is well liked, because you saw it writ on my face what feelings she has conjured in me..’

‘Haven’t seen you smile like that in some time,’ Nettie pointed out.

Halsin nodded thoughtfully, then sighed heavily. ‘I cannot pursue anything with her, there is too much work to do. I must see to it that the shadow curse is remedied and Vanya and her companions need help in getting to Moonrise Towers so they can find a cure.’

‘And it’s not possible to do both at the same time?’ Nettie asked. ‘To fix the shadow curse and woo Vanya?’

He rested his hands on his knees. It was tempting. Gods, how much did he long to have any sense of happiness, pure, sweet happiness. To capture just a tiny taste of Vanya’s joy and hold it close to his chest, to have it warm him. His mind drifted and wandered. What it would be like to embrace her. To kiss her. He could imagine she would still smile when they kissed, her heart thrumming away like the beat of a songbird’s wing. He shook his head to clear it.

‘No, I have to do the right thing. I failed here, Nettie. I have not inspired loyalty or bravery or kindness. I know you and Rath stayed true, and you were willing to lose a great deal for your beliefs. But I have not served this place well-’

‘Halsin, that isn’t true-!’

‘Nettie, it is. And as much as I appreciate your fealty to me, the actions of Kagha and those who supported her speak clearly and loudly. I have much to think on, but I do not think I can be archdruid here for much longer.’

Nettie clasped her hands tightly together and brought her knees close to her chest. ‘I still think you were a good leader, but I know when your mind is made up.’ She was quiet for a time, then looked over at him. ‘You should go to the party, they’ll expect you there.’

‘Is it just because Vanya will be there?’

A quick smile came to Nettie’s lips. ‘No… well… partially. She will be and I think you’ll like her even more when you spend time with her, but I think you should go to at least enjoy one evening before you get all serious again!’

‘Very well,’ he said, getting to his feet, rolling out the long held ache in his shoulders and neck. Nettie was still smiling knowingly and he thought that it was perhaps because she would usually have to spend much longer convincing him to attend a social event. ‘You should join us when you get the chance too,’ he said.

She gave a shrug. ‘I think they’ll have all the druids they need, but if I get time I’ll join you all.’

He inclined his head and began to walk towards the stairs to follow the tieflings out of the enclave to the adventurers’ camp. He would do his best to forget his own worries and concerns, especially when the tieflings looked so happy and excited, and especially when he was quite certain he’d feel like he was standing in the sun once more if Vanya smiled at him again.

#halsin #halsin silverbough #halsin x tav #halsin x oc #halsin x vanya #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 #BG3Halsummer

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marimayscarlett · 7 months ago

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Do you think Richard lets his grey hair grow out a bit when he isn’t touring?

I like the idea of him chilling out at home in all his silver fox glory.

Hi 👋🏻

That's a topic I'm thinking about on a weekly basis. Richard really loves his jet black hair dye and has been quite loyal to it in the last two decades, yet I think he's a bit more relaxed about it in his downtime 😌

My suggestion is that he might let his hair grow out just a bit when it's not required to stand on stage, or when he's just too lazy to make his next hairdresser appointment (unasked for little fact: he once mentioned in a podcast that the hairdresser studio he frequents always has 80's themed radio playing, and he always is a bit irritated that he could sing a long to almost every song, no matter if he likes it or not. Oh the power of 80's music).

In my mind, Richard is lounging on his couch, getting the rest he needs, watching one movie classic after the next (where he also sometimes gets lyric ideas from as he mentioned here) and his hair looks like this - just a little touch of grey but not too much. I don't think he's ready to delve into the silver fox era just yet 😅

#rammstein #richard kruspe #grey haired Richard 🤍#Richard hair lore

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brekkie-e · 6 months ago

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I get it that all the old man fuckers of Tumblr have embraced Emmrich, but I really just have to put this out there. My Inquisitor's biggest special interest is the Grand Necropolis. Like. Can not shut up about it. Has drawings of it all over her room. Life goal is to see it one day. Heard about it when she was young from a passing Nevarran traveller and her little nomadic Dalish ass was like "that building sounds cool I will never recover from how cool this place sounds." And then she grew up to have a thing for older professory type guys. All I'm saying is if she meets Emmrich in all his suave silver fox glory and proceeds to find out he works at the fucking Grand Necropolis she is going to swoon so hard he might have to use necromancy to get her back on her feet.

#brekkie personal #oc: ama'nira #datv #dragon age #emmrich volkarin #dragon age the veilgaurd

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thinwhitedoc · 5 months ago

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WHISKEY TANGO FOXTROT | Martin Freeman as Iain MacKelpie

#this soft warm blue sweater was made for him #I’m getting major john watson vibes #silver fox in all his glory #how dare you be THAT handsome #It takes steel nerves and resilience to not fall for him #In that gaze I dissolve like a speck in the boundless ocean #the hair and beard combo is definitely my favorite #martin freeman #whiskey tango foxtrot #iain mackelpie #mf/movies

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sketchfanda · 1 month ago

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Chestnut Stud across the Multiverse: Presented by Double Z studios

Farming the Nuts

We find ourselves observing the point of view of an anonymous individual typing and clicking away while browsing on their computer. The monitor screen displaying the streaming sectionf for Double Z studios' website as our anonymous net navigator entered their log-in details and typed up a name in the search bar. "Don Juan Sanchez" proceeded to provide quite a healty amount of results as it proudly displayed a selection of shorts, highlight reels and full length motion pictures featuring the studio's resident and so far current human star. The mouse cursor moving swiftly to hover over one of the most popular rated links, a little slice of life themed flick which so happened to feature legendary veteran porn star Slappy Squirrel in a surprise comeback.

With a click and swift load and buffer, the video played on with the story as as follows. Wherein we find Krillin, aka Juan Sanchez working hard on his family farm, growing all kinds of nuts and other such edible commodities to harvest and sell. However, he is under constant attack by squirrels, chipmunks, and other pests among the local rodent crowd of his anthro neighbours. So far of course, he was proud to say nobody has been able to steal a single nut from his farm and get away with it successfully, the day those greedy furballs got one over on Juan Sanchez would the day the devil would be seen going to rent a snow plow.

However in this simple slow burn like story, things take a turn as wr come to Slappy, in the lead female role as a a matriarch of starving family of squirrels who decided to test her luck. Her familia needed food and they neded it sooner rather than later. So hours passed by to later on, wherein we find her sneaking in at night under the cover of darkness, evading any obstacles or traps as she was hoping to get some choice nuts while the farmer was still asleep.Unfortunately she finds the gate to where he keeps his good stuff locked up and that meant she was really going to have to get even sneakier and take a bigger risk than originally intended.

The scene transitioned on as She sneaks into his home, moving quite stealthy and graceful in a far more limber manner than you'd expect of a woman her age. Making her up silently as she looks all around the house in an attempt to find the key and realizes it is likely still on his person, much to her dismay and growing frustration. With a gulp and a quick muster of courage, she goes into his bedroom, and finds him sleeping away, the key wrapped around his neck as it gleamed in the moonlight practically calling to her. Careful not to wake him with her footsteps and avoid any creaky floorboards, soon as she was right at his bedside, she began trying to sneak it off him but suddenly to her confusion, in his sleep, he gropes her as she felt the sensation of his palms and fingers on her furry tits..

Slappy freezes and is shocked to feel that sudden act of erotic intimacy, the silverfox blushing slightly, sensually biting her lip as she suppressed the urge to moan before she notices a growing bulge in the sheets. Unable to stop her curiosity, she pulls back his covers revealing his size, her blue eyes locked on that stiffening length and girth. Just her luck Farmer Sanchez slept in the nude as the sight and of course distinct scent of that COCK overwhelmed her, stirrring something deep within, an itch unscratched for years. She couldn't control herself as she grasped his erection, her mission forgotten in the heat of sudden passion as she climbs into bed with him, taking him for a ride while he sleeps as she wasted no time in impaling her netherlips on that hot fuckhammer.

His instincts were top notch even in his slumber as he gropes and squeezes her body, coaxing deep sensual moans from the silver fox squirrel. Her body a sight to behold as the camera captured her in all her erotic glory under the sensual moonlight from the sensual sway of her fluffy tail to the hypnotic jiggling of her bouncing tits and ass. Her cowgirl motions slow and steady in the rhythm as she rode his raw cock, that length and girth stretching her pussy in ways she hadn’t felt in forever. Her mission forgotten as she found herself moving faster,harder, risking making the bed creak as she found herself leaning closer towards his face. Wanting to lick it, to kiss him and take his breath away for rocking her world as her every nerve continued to burn with a growing passion….

Krillin:*However, Slappy gets too into it and the farmer wakes up which caused the mature naked squirrel babe to pause at being caught in the act like this. However, instead of getting angry, he's shown to be so very overwhelmed with pleasure as he squeeze her furry booty and spoke up.* "You want nuts?! you got them!!!"*And then proceeds to dominate her throughout the night much to her thrill of course. No longer having to hold back her moans as she felt herself riding the compact farming stud like he was a rodeo bull!!*

What followed was a raw passionate marathon summed up via a veritable montage sequence of the short king and the sexy squirrel babe going at it in a passionate rut. Their moonlight romping emitting an intensity which you could feel through the screen as one could just see the genuine, raw sexual bliss on display in Slappy's face. It was well known that the fine wine aged squirrel was a legendary veteran of the adult film who'd taken some big cocks in her day and done the most daring and bold scenes and yet even in her prime, she always seemed so in control. But it was plenty clear here that Krillin was a whole new experience for her, not having just a phenomenal cock size but the skill with which he used it as he didn't just simply fuck her...he made sweet, hot sexy love to her.

The camera made sure to capture the raw desire as the moonlit montage played out to quite a sequence. From Slappy in a positon that was very rare for her, taking it doggy style on her hands and knees as Krillin bucked and thrust into her snatch with vigorous motions. Smacking her furry bubbble butt which got some deep throated moans out of her before gasping as he grabbed and squeezed one of her swaying tits. Her stomach bulging from how deep his length and girth were reaching as he penetrated her warm, tight and wet walls.

To next seeing Slappy in a mating press, making out with the compact stud as those heavy balls of his slapped her furry asscheeks followed by her performing squats on his shaft as he laid on the bed. Caressing her hips as she rode and bounced on his shaft with lust very visible in her eyes as she relished his eyes glued to the hypnotic bounce of her tits. Prone bone, wheel barrow, missionary, spread eagle and more as it was implied they went through a veritable kama suta long into the night. Finishing off in the twilight hours with one simultaneous climax together, falling into one another's embrace as the warmth of the afterglow made them sleep together and save any explanatios or discussions in the morning.

Over breakfast, that is after a little wake up quickie caused by Slappy sucking off his morning wood which lead to another in a shared shower together, the two reached a deal after running the numbers so it won't hurt his business, Krillin will give sloppy the amount of nuts she needs for her family, if she agrees to visit at least twice a month. Slappy takes the deal and says she'll spread the word to some friends of hers who could use some nuts to fill them as well. Much to the stud farmer's shock and surprise which the camera hinted wasn't act as the video ended with a final, sloppy and passionate kiss from the squirrel hottie.

This last part was ad libbed into the film, after Slappy lost her composure during a particularly savage orgasm after both the nighttime marathon and the shower quickie. Hence why Krillin' confusion had been genuine, the sexy milf/gilf squirrel had gone off script. The viewer of course gave the video a like, clicking the thumbs up button and a full 5 stars and saving that video to their personal playlist for a later rewatch.

A little behind the scenes synopsis revealed that after shooting had wrapped up, Slappy enjoyed a little quality time off camera with Krillin/Juan in her dressing room. As well as hinted that the two would work a few more shoots and scenes together, a few of which were pending as future uploads and releases for Double Z. Much to the delight of fans who'd not expected this one off appearance from Slappy would see her make a comeback from retirement in a new career renaissance in Double Z's newfound human male on furry female genre. Which naturally saw her working a lot more with Don Juan Sanchez in their newfound chemistry....

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The Little Ranger & The 2 Bears

Our anonymous browser wasted little to no time in checking out the next skin flick available from Double Z, kicking back to relax and let the story play out before them. Watching on as Don Juan Sanchez (aka Krillin) a park ranger is looking through the woods to check for anything out of place, making sure everyone is safe. It comes across very clearly that a lot of the local anthro folks show respect for him save for 2 of them in particular, a duo of cheeky girls, played by mature hotties Julie Bruin and Rebecca Cunningham. They did quite job as the resident bears who live near the park who have proven time and again to pull all kinds of pranks and jokes on him.

However, things take a turn one day when there is a huge thunderstorm, one that forces the trio to hunker down until it passes. Julie, proven to be scared, is surprised to be comforted by Krillin of all people, given their established aforementioned enmity. Before things can ecalate, they are interrupted by a lightning strike which creates a forest fire (provided by some very well done practical and computer special effects, Double Z truly put mainstream studios to shame), . Krillin, working hard as he want to, gets the 2 bears to safety, his determination and overall gutsy fortitude doing quite the feat of finally earning him the ursine babes' respect. After the two are cleared out of any danger and the damage is fixed, the fire contained and put out, things were oddly quiet for the next day or so after that.

Until suddenly the pair came to visit Krillin at his ranger station in the dead of night, stating they wanted to apologize for how they've treated him since he arrived, and thank him for saving their lives. Which they showed by suddenly ambushing him with deep, passionate French kisses which caught their compact savior quite off guard to say the vert least. More so when after taking turns, they both took to kissing him at the same time as the camera made sure to capture the erotic display of 3 sets of lips and tongues dancing together in a sloppy expression of raw, passionate desire. But then the spiciness really started to increase once the Bear babe duo shut the door to the station behind them and took the object of their lusty affection to his personal quarters.

From there on, the clothing went flying, cast aside and discarded on the floor as ranger Sanchez went along with the erotic momentum thrown upon him. His hands feeling up those thicc, curvy brown furry female forms as he found them packing meat in just about all the right places. Julie and Rebecca gasping with sensual moans at his quite gifted touch as they continued making out with him, pressing and rubbing their bombshell forms against what they found to be quite the body the little man had on him. Their pussy lips dribbling and quivering as they stroked and felt the crotch of his boxers, the one remaining item of clothing between them and their pleasure.

Kissing and licking their way down along his muscular torso until they were kneeling down on the floor, their eyes burning with lust and anticipation alike, they were grasping the waistband and wasted no time in pulling them off. Gasping in sensual awe as they set their sights upon his erect length and girth in all its nude glory, twitching and pulsing with an intent to not simply fuck them. But mate and breed if they so desired as that dick, no that COCK promised to put any and all other men they'd ever been with to shame. Grasping it as they began to stroke and jerk him off, breathing in the scent of raw manliness radiating from it before they soon got right down to business in rewarding their brave, hansdsome hero.

In no time at all, the short king was groaning as he endured the tandem oral assault from the Ursine hotties who orally worshipped his cock. Kissing and licking from the tip to the base as they massaged his balls before they gave those some much deserved attention as well. To taking turns sucking and blowing on it, driven to deepthroat him in spite, or perhaps motivated by the challenge to fully take his shaft balls deep. Their warm breath and slobber along with the lust radiating in their eyes making him buck and pump his hips in response before he was soon putting his own idle hands to use.

Which Julie and Rebecca soon found had them moaning as he groped and squeezed their chocolate furred booties, orgasmic shudders from their lips as he gave them some swift, sudden slaps to make them jiggle. Oh they had no doubt as much as he was enjoying their erotic sincerity and gratitude, he still had quite a bit of a grudge to vent for all their little pranks and smartass remarks. If anything they were looking forward to it, eager to see just how assertive their burly swolestack could be. Shaking their naughty asses at him as they courted his attention, their hips becoming soaked with the flow of their love nectar which dribbled down to growing puddles on the floor.

After their little fellatio foreplay of course, they weren't waiting long as the shortround ranger pounced on them and took control, giving it to them as rough, deep and hard as they wanted. The bed shaking and creaking as it rocked against the wall and thudded on the floor, making the mattress springs squeak as hammered the Ursine honeys in ways they never thought any man capable of. Shifting through a variety of two on one to one on one whenever Julie or Rebecca needed to catch their breaths or they gave their short king a little fuel for his fire with a little lesbian make out show. Which really did the trick as they kept at it like horny beasts long into the night.

It was a veritable montage sequence highlight reel of pornographic lewdness ranging from Rebecca taking it in a mating press as she made out with Krillin in a sloppy tongue dancing kiss, asscheeks clapping from the heavy hammering of his balls. To Rebecca howling like a lusty she-wolf as she rode him cowgirl style, gasps of orgasmic wonder whenever the little man would smack her ass as he took in the hypnotic sight of her bouncing titties. One bear babe eating the other out as she took it from their stud hero doggy style or missionary to scissoring each other as they took a facefucking, held in place by him grasping their luxurious silky manes of hair. Just some of the stand out scenes of this marathon before it soon reached its natural climax.

Which saw things finished off with a bang as Julie laid atop Rebecca, kissing and making out with her as they embraced one another, tongues dancing as Krillin pumped his cock between their pussies. Before thrusting into each one in turn, the camera catching the glowing pink hearts in the Ursine hotties' eyes indicating how well and effectively fucked they were. Before the short king shuddered and grunted as he came, much to their bliss and delight as he shot his seed in them in turn before they pried themselves off and let him pump the rest onto their furry bodies. Specks of white hot cream painting them before sleep finally took hold of them they held his arms, hugging either side of them as they kept him warm and cozy.

Needless to say, the two bears become a welcome sight at the grounds soon after that fateful night. Much to the surprise and confusion of many of their fellow forest folk, who found it odd and curious that Ranger Sanchez's two biggest problem cases were now so friendly with him. More so whenever one or both of them paid a visit to his office or he made a personal call to their quaint little home. It made them wonder just what exactly was going the hell on all of a sudden.

Though some of the local critter femmes who were especially nosey had found that if they listened closely, they could hear certain sounds coming from either place. Or just how Rebecca or Julie's eyes and hands seemed to wander around the Ranger's body, in a manner that was almost friendly in a sensual way. At times they could swear there was similar noises coming from spots like the private bathing waterfall or the park swimming pool. Suffice to say, they were starting to think something fishy was going on......

This video of course would be but a first in a series of sexual encounters between Ranger Sanchez and the quite thirsty, active community of Forest girls. As well as the first of many scene partnerships between Krillin and the 2 bear babes, who in behind the scenes documentaries spoke very highly of their human co-worker. Their appraisal making it very clear that they hadn't felt that good in a pornshoot since they first started in the business. And hinted that just maybe...they tended to do some very hands on rehearsals with him off the clock.......

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Heavy Lifting

Our aroused browser continued on with their next selection which started off showing Krillin's character who was new in town and hasd just joined the local gym. Two of its regulars, the kinky duo of Patty and Dal immediately draw their own conclusion about this, thinking he is tiny and weak on first impression of the puny looking little guy. However, they are shocked when they see is built after coming out of the locker room and even see the weight he's lift and putting away like it is nothing. The two smirk at one another and set their sights on him.

It turns out the two are what are called gym whores, girls who seek out buff gym studs for fun and as of now, the little man was their latest pending boytoy. Their usual target was Todd, a friendly himbo lion, who made a bit of time getting to know him, warned Krillin to keep away from those two especially if he valued keeping his fluids in tact and his pelvis from being bruised if not shattered. However, after a long and very intense workout (the camera taking special time and care to focus on the short king's muscles in action as he sweated and pumped iron), which left the duo gushing (the cameras also focusing on the reactions of their bodies, from their sweat making their outfits cling to their furry forms and more) as they realize his clear physical superiority to the other gym members they'd had their way with, they knew they had to have him. Seeing their opportunity as he finally finished his routine set and made his way to the mens' locker room to go change and have himself a little rest and relaxation, they shared a look as their eyes gleamed with lewd intent.

Licking their lip sensually, they proceeded follow him as soon as he stepped into the back as made his way to the steam room to relax his muscles. Unaware that soon he was about to have some very unexpected company as Todd offers a quick prayer before going to his own set. Dal and Patty soon stood outside the door to the steam room as they peaked inside the window, biting their lips as they saw the target of their affections clad in only a towel which kept them from seeing what was sure to be a big, meaty cock. Wasting no time as they stripped out of their skintight sexy lycra spandex gym clothes, giving the camera quite a fine show of their well toned, sexxy, furry bodies.

Inviting themselves in as his eyes were closed in deep thought, Dal and Patty entered and made their move to have their fun as they ambushed him with the sight of their naked selves. Deviously stating they want to have their fun with the little man, who was unable to help himself as his body reacted the way it would to such a pair of naked furry hotties. His towel falling off as it became undone from his erection springing forth, shocking the horny gym whore pair with the reveal of his cock size before their already high state of arousal skyrocketed. Proceeding right into jumping his bones, not wanting to waste what precious little time they had with some teasing when such a treasure showed itself before them.

The steam room soon became even steamier as Dal and Patty started things off with a little oral tag team, his cock in their hands as they pumped it and massaged his smooth, heavy balls. His length and girth twitching in their grasp, his groans music to their ears as they worked over his cock with licks and kisses from the tip to those heavy babymakers. Sensual pants and cries of delight escaping their muzzled lips as they found him groping their asses or fingering their sloppy, sticky pussies while they took turns sucking and blowing on his cock. Nothing like a good fellatio warm up to really get the blood pumping just right for their racing pulses.

Naturally the pair started off with their best routine of pleasure as they were riding him hard and fast, only to soon find themselves overwhelmed by his stamina. It was unreal how someone like him, sculpted and strong as he was, could manage to turn the tables on him. Even Todd (in story at least) had still been just a virgin when they got their hands on him but this little guy?! He was absolutely wrecking them.

The steam room played host to a stunning erotic montage of Dal and Patty becoming dominated and addicted to the overwhelming sexual skill unleashed upon them. Krillin making the most of enjoying their quite toned, flexible figures as he took them to their absolute limits, be it one on one or two on one as they found it was very clear he was no stranger to threesomes. Inches of glorious, pussy pounding, skin slapping, assgaping veiny peace of Heaven sinking into their stretched pussy wall muscles as those heavy nutjuice sacks smacked their furry booties. Rocking the horny pair's worlds as the huntresses found themselves having the prey...and loving every fuck-damn second of it!!

From Patty finding herself folded up in a mating press as that swolestack Adonis pinned her down, her luscious legs pushed back until her ankles were beside her head. Panting like the bitch in heat she was as Krillin pumped and hammered his bitch-pleasing mat-hammer into the welcoming embrace of her battered pussy, making her asscheeks clap with every smack of those heavy wrecking balls of his. To howling with lusty abandon as she found herself efortlessly hoisted up into the air, arms and legs trapped in the powerful, glistening arms of the short king as he had in a full nelson position forcing her to bounce and ride on his piston thrusting cock. Her ever usually immaculate furry washboard abs swelling with a rising bump from the sheer depth of his length and girth as her clit found those balls smacking into it.

Dal was doing no better than she was when it came to her own one on one, the queen of gym femdom a mere lump of furry putty in Krillin's hands as he performed a standing fuck with the dalmatian hottie. One of her lovely legs hooked and draped over his strong shoulders, kissing him deeply and passionately as her spotted snow white furry booty bounced with every rigorous ride of her pussy on that godly cock of his. Her furry tits rubbing against his firm pecs as her eyes glowed with pink hearts of lust as she rode a tidal wave of orgasms one after another. More so as she held on for dear life when he had her hoisted up in the air, holding both of her legs in the grasp of his arms as he impaled her sloppy pussy with swift, deep fucking motions as if driven to make her want him to get her pregnant.

But of course the intensity of their one on one scenes had paled in comparison with the 2 on one sequences as Krillin continued his absolute dominance of the work-out queens of Lust. Fucking one doggy style (appropriately enough) or in missionary as she ate the other girl out to one of them sitting on his face as he drank of their juices while having the other one ride him cowgirl style. The 2 so overwhelmed with orgasmic overdose that they found themselves making out with one another just to motivate and spur him further on in his sexual conquest. The literal peak climax achieved with one final load blow each into their pussies, followed by staking his claim and marking his territory as he stroked off and sprayed their sweety, furry fucked bodies with his seed.....

Krillin:*When he's finally done, he walks out adjusting his towel back on, the camera showing the two horny gym laying down exhausted with smiles of erotic satisfaction and bliss as he quipped to them.* "Thanks for the massage, ladies. If you want some lessons on stamina, here's my address. Well have a fun time."*Leaving them a business card for good measure like an absolute boss. He then walks out the gym, towel around his waist with a grin, Todd looking on in awe and nodding in respect. The little dude just made himself a goddamn legend.*

Our anonymous viewer was more than glad to leave a thumbs up and a 5 star review for that video, saving it to their playlist for later re-watch. Their cursor hovering over and clicking the background information details which shared snippets of an interview with Patty and Dal a few days after that video had wrapped up shooting. The gym babes more than generous with the praise for their human co-star as Dal revealed she'd even taken to hanging out with Krillin on and off the sets and become something of his personal trainer. Not that the little guy needed it but it was clear he more than welcomed what her intent was as the Dalmatian fitness sexbomb hyped up some special treat for her upcoming posts on her OnlyZ2Fans page.

Suffice to say, the viewer made a note to save the date for that event while they took to bookmarking Don Juan Sanchez as a favourite search result. The cursor scrolling throughout to select a few key short videos and movies to watch later when they had a chance before moving on through Double Z studios' website. Looking to see if there was anything else of interest in regards to new favourite pornstar while having added a new set of numbers to the recent viewcounts. Somedays it truly was sweet what you could find online when you knew the right places to look.....

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jilted-love · 3 months ago

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Kurama identity reveal trope but instead of getting found out by Shiori, he comes out to her voluntarily. Like he tells her everything and transforms in front of her in all his silver foxy glory. But instead of being surprised or scared, she goes like "Ahhh~ naruhodo!" and then pulls out a box labeled "mystery" and it's just full of silver fox fur.

Kurama even when he was careful not to shift in front of Shiori due to his biorhythm missed out the fact that he was shedding. And Shiori happened to have found all the fur. She collected them instead of throwing them out because they have no pets! NO PETS! Where could that fur have come from? She's figuring out a "mystery" and her son just shapeshifted in front of her. Of course she thinks about the resolution to the mystery first.

Shiori brushes Kurama's tail to help him with his shedding problem afterwards.

#Kurama #Shiori Minamino #YYH Kurama #yu yu hakusho #YYH #this is fluffiest story idea I have come up with and I've never written fluff fics before #fluffy for the fox tail and ears

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floatmeintothesun · 2 years ago

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Frosty Warmth

Kaeya is a god of ice and constantly enjoys hanging around his favorite mortal (Kaeya x reader)

tags: fluff, gender neutral reader, little to no angst

tw: tiny mentions of stalking (only touched upon once), petnames

Scaramouche/Wanderer version

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Some people dislike the cold and ice that come with winter. Some people even wish that the season disappeared entirely because of its biting, freezing temperatures.

If you could, however, you’d make it so that winter was the only season.

After all, this is the only time when you get to see Kaeya’s touch in all of its glory. He likes to show you his craftsmanship with every snowflake that lands in the palm of your hand.

Funnily enough, they never melt, and you have a jar of the ones he’s deemed good enough to be given to you. He keeps you company in the dark nights, lighting up the snow on the ground and helping you find your way with every twist and turn.

Kaeya prefers not to be seen often, but the whispers of his sly laughter and teasing touches can be found in the very air itself. His fingers trail on the back of your neck and the sensation of his hand in yours is present whenever you need it.

You don’t know many ice gods (you only actually know one) but the one you know well isn’t as cold as you probably would have expected.

He’s kind, his jokes are infused with sweet warmth, his frigid anger is as hot as the sun, and his hands, although icy to the touch, positively melt when they intertwine with yours.

Every piece of ice that floats down from the sky is deliberate and you just know that the ones you’ve just been gifted have been handcrafted personally by him.

He appreciates it when you show obvious happiness at receiving his gifts.

You’ll always have a home in the frost. At any time, Kaeya is ready to pull you away from the mortal world whenever you need, into his own home, far beyond the reach of the normal man.

Whether it’s simply because you had a bad day and need a break or a quiet vacation, he’s more than willing to welcome you.

He’s…simply happy that you enjoy being with him, with no strings attached. He has no obligation to put up walls or masks to disguise his intent because it's you.

Kaeya doesn’t need to hide anything from you, because he knows that you won’t judge him. He’s not treated like a distant, cold god, but instead, like a person.

And to him, being valued for simply being himself without borders is something he treasures the most. You have no expectations of him and it feels so good to let loose and be himself around you after having to deal with trickery and weaving through betrayal and lies for millennia.

You are affectionately dubbed as “his most wonderful and favorite human in the history of existence” and although you may think that it’s a joke, he truly means it.

When you smile, it makes him want to smile as well. He’ll take different forms to follow you around when you're walking around your town.

Maybe a little cat, made of ice and delicate snow, or a fox to nip lightly at your heels, anything to make you laugh. The one he assumes most often however is a tall human, with hair the color of dark winter waters and an eye that twinkles like silver in the stars.

(He has two long arms that are specially tailored to wrap around you and smoosh you against his body, so why wouldn’t he like this form the best? Plus you say that he’s handsome and he positively preens from your praise.)

Your neighbors will tell the two of you that you're a lovely couple and Kaeya only grins, almost wolfishly, and agrees wholeheartedly. There’s a part of him that swells with giddiness whenever he reminds himself that he’s not drowning in loneliness anymore, that it’s you he gets to spend his time with.

Despite being hailed as the lord of cold and ice, he’s surprisingly conscious of how he can affect your body.

He’ll often come to you, dressed in multiple layers, and slowly and sneakily devise ways to transfer all of his items of clothing to you, making sure that you're warm and protected from his element.

You don’t realize that he’s managed to wrap you in his own clothing until he’s satisfied and comments on his work proudly.

That last thing he ever wants you to get is sick. He’s never personally experienced sickness before, but from others’ descriptions, he doesn’t want to be the cause of any of it.

If you do somehow catch an illness, he’s there to nurse you back to health, sitting by your bedside and randomly popping in your room to check up on you.

“You say you're fine now? Darling, I’m…just making sure you feel alright. I can’t have you collapsing from exhaustion, can I? Here, have some more water, I’ll go get you some food.” He’ll tell you after you caught the flu, fussing like a mother hen.

He’s seen the effects of sickness wither away at mortals, and he’s determined to not let that happen to you.

(If he feels attention starved he’ll pretend he has a disease that can only be cured by your hugs and kisses)

He’ll protect you thoroughly as well, his icy fury warding away any potential harm.

Oh? Someone made you cry? Well, he can’t have that. Looks like their home is completely snowed in! So what if it’s summer?

There’s someone following you home? Well, looks like they might lose a hand or two to frostbite…maybe somewhere in the near future. Perhaps even an arm.

Someone hurt you…?

Huh.

Give him names. He’ll get rid of them.

Kaeya absolutely abhors the thought of you getting hurt or being taken advantage of. You never have to worry about being afraid when going out at night because Kaeya is there, every step of the way.

He’ll follow you when you go out to get groceries or whatever supplies you need late at night, his tall and broad form shielding you from harm.

Speaking about tall and broad, he’s a good person to cuddle with in the summer…just not in the winter, much to his sad disappointment.

“I know you're already freezing, my dear…but I am starving for your attention. Just one hug. Or six. No. Holding hands is not part of the equation, nor does it count.” He’ll sigh, his voice sounding close to a whine.

Sometimes he wishes he weren’t so cold to the touch, so that it wouldn’t hurt you when you hug him for too long. If you so much as shiver when you're in his presence, get ready to be suddenly draped in large blankets that Kaeya’s managed to conjure out of nowhere.

All in all, he’s very sweet, if not a little mischievous and genuinely cares about your wellbeing more than anything else.

Oh, and he’ll tell you about his brother, who is the polar opposite of him. Sometime in the future, he’ll definitely convince Diluc to come and meet you.

(Bonus: If you start calling him sweet little pet names like he does for you, he’ll completely melt into a puddle of lovesick goop and become more clingy, practically hanging off your arm constantly for a better part of an hour. Or just wrapping his arms around you with his face buried in the crook of your neck while having you nestled firmly in his lap. You’ll be stuck there for the better part of an afternoon.)

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The Ancient Arms of Ormond

in which i headcanon spam at you once again -- lmk what you think!!

Fox: defensive wisdom, ingenuity, wit; intelligence, refusal to be captured

White hart: the continual pursuit of life/good, purity of desire, worthy rule, peace and harmony, one who will not fight unless provoked, the wonder of magic, the mystery of forests, (with antlers:) strength and fortitude

Stag who bears the sun: life, rebirth, resurrection, hope in life after death; leader; tree of life; visionary; hunt for the sun; power; the irresistable tempt to chase, compellingly attractive; sunset and dawn; lightbringer/lightbearer; sacrifice and transcendence

Crescent/moon: one who has been honored by the sovereign; hope of greater glory; service in holy war; mark of the second son; serene power over mundane actions; serenity

Sun in splendour: glory and splendour, fountain of life

Azure (blue): truth and loyalty

Vert (green): hope, joy, loyalty in love

Tawny or Tenné (orange/brown): worthy ambition

Argent (silver/white): peace and sincerity

Or (gold/yellow): generoristy, elevation of mind

A brief history of the House of Ormond

the last two members of the house of ormond, an ancient and honored house of astaira, perished upon the fields of malconaire

these two were uncle and nephew who, themselves, had a rather tumultuous relationship. the nephew -- who also happened to have been named cillian -- was the son of the late lord eoghan ormond who had died -- apparently choking to death at a feast -- when he was a child of all but five, making eoghan's younger brother, ruairi, the de facto lord until such time as cillian came of age

rumor spread that eoghan's death had not been honest but had, in fact, been a poisoning perpetrated by the ambitious and fearsome eoghan, but how true any of this is cannot with any certainty be said, yet the rumors have persisted and some -- perhaps influenced by a popular astairan legend, or else by the horrid truth -- continued to claim that, even as ruairi brought up his nephew, he continued to plot his downfall

whatever the case, both men are said to have lost their lives at the battle of malconaire -- though a rumor persists that cillian ormond did, in fact, survive the battle, and there are those who even claim to have seen him at such high-profile events as the recent ball in celebration of princess guinevere's feast day, while others claim he was not there at all

indeed, in the last two years, many rather wild tales have surfaced all of which seem to center around the mysterious cillian ormond and his rather tumultuous life, but as many of these actually contradict, it is difficult to parse fact from fiction -- or if he is, indeed, even alive at all

whatever the case of this may be, the ormonds claim a long and storied history

like many ancient clans, house ormond can trace its roots back to multiple noble families which have since evanesced in all but the form of the ormonds whose last vestige are, themselves, in fact a cadet house of the original ormond family, tracing their line back to a second son of the original ormond branch, all of which accounts for the present house's many charges

it is said that, in ancient times, the original ormond was a young hunter living in a part of astaira the gods had, in their wrath, blighted with endless snow. crops would not grow, and the animals they might have hunted, perished. caught in the depths of winter without anything to eat, the people of his village were dying. around midnight one evening, it is told, ormond -- for this was his name -- was awakened by a blazing light. when he looked up, he found that the sun, itself, hung within the antlers of a white hart, beckoned him forward. all night, ormond followed the white hart, but as dawn came on, the creature darted forward away from him, taking the sun with it. as ormond raced forward, he watched the white hart die and the sun rise back into the sky. hungry as he was, ormond could not bear to desecrate the magnificent beast and, instead, buried it with dignity and respect. yet, when he dried his eyes, ormond looked around himself and realized that he had come to a place all of lush green. returning to his village, he led the starving people to the green place and, thus, they survived, and ormond was hailed as their leader, taking the creature who had led him for his badge.

many centuries later, kieran ormond, his father's second son, wed tiarna firceall (herself also a second child, her family having all tragically died of the pox the summer previous), the last firceall, whose badge was the too-clever fox, and whose house was a knighted vassal house to the lords of malconaire. together, the lovers merged their lands, powers, and crests, ruling jointly over land partially belonging to the lords ormond and the lords malconaire

about two hundred years later, the last daughter of the main ormond branch died, unwed, leaving all her titles and powers and possessions to her distant cousins, themselves descended from kieran and tiarna

as a result, the ormonds were in the strange position of being at once equal to the lords of malconaire as well as their vassal lords

because of this, they were undeniably lord malconaire's most powerful bannermen, but there was a great deal of uncertainty as to whether or not they would answer the late lord malconaire's call to banners when he went to fight the varmonts at the battle of malconaire (particularly given the tension between ruairi and cillian), but both lordly claimants to the title of lord of ormond joined forces and rode to their deaths to help save their country (ride of the rohirrim style) and, though the day was lost, whatever the character of the late ruairi ormond may have been, he is and his nephew alike are both viewed with honor by most loyal astairans as, whatever their differences, in the end they put them aise to do what they believed was right

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hex codes: blue (000033), green (004B57), orange (A35123)

#ooc #about #image #cillian ormond: the anastacia of astaira

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