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welcometololaland · 8 months

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oh no. I already used up my ugly animal fact! luckily, I have another sea related fact for you!

🙃 okay so before i stopped eating meat i was a HUGE salmon fan. love salmon. tastiest shit ever. BUT despite the fact that i consumed raw salmon in sushi and sashimi like it was going out of FASHION, i never knew that salmon sushi and sashimi is not actually authentically japanese. in fact, according to my internet deep dive, eating raw salmon wasn't a thing in japan at all for a long time (tuna was the preferred raw fish). then, a bunch of norwegians spent the better part of a decade convincing the japanese to buy norwegian salmon to make raw salmon sushi and sashimi. they did this because norway had a surplus of salmon and they needed to sell it somewhere (they had so much salmon they had to start freezing it). SO THERE YOU GO. i learned this from an internet deep dive and reading interviews with japanese chefs and norwegian exporters so if anyone wants to add to this PLEASE DO. i am not japanese myself! just a salmon fan lmao.

🦖 I already answered this one with thylacines, balinese tigers and javan tigers BUT I'll also add the caspian tiger which went practically extinct in the mid 1900s.

🐸 I don't even KNOW what my aesthetic is. my house is quite minimalistic, it has elements of Scandinavian design but that's because my partner is an architect and also Scandinavian lmao. but personally? idk. chaos? SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT MY AESTHETIC IS PLEASE

🦋 three words to describe me: anxious, impatient and sensitive (I blame that last one on being a cancerian).

#personal #ask game #what is my aesthetic please help #salmon sushi #cancer ♋️

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judasgot-it · 11 months

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i realy enjoyed your scent headcannons for the port mafia and the hunting dogs. i liked how detailed they were and i can tell you put some thought into it. can i ask what you think the ada members and the decay of angel members smell like?

omg omg yeesssssss these are the best ones.

sorry I love giving weird and specific headcannons to my fav characters so this? right up my alley. I'm that guy. Sorry this took so long btw I've been ill :(

Scent Headcannons (DOA + ADA)

DOA

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Nikolai: This man uses a bar of soap he got from a grandma not too long ago and it's just lasted him forever, probably smells like lavender or chamomile. I love chamomile. His hair though smells like purple shampoo so he can keep his shine. Definitely has that sweaty man smell on him sometimes. You know the one. I bet you that his coat smells like ash and I bet he smokes, even occasionally, so the smell just sticks to his clothes.

Fyodor: He probably only showers once or twice a week so he smells a bit rank, but he never gets super sweaty so it's not that bad. If anything he doesn't smell super gross, but more like dust. Oily dust. He probably smells like caraway seeds, they just seem like a Fyodor thing.

He doesn't use cologne, personal headcannon that he uses a Barbie perfume he got from Nikolai because they thought it was hilarious but it ended up smelling really good so now it's just become his signature scent. No one would believe that the demon fyodor uses it, so it stays an inside joke.

Bram: Limewater. Or the way old wooden buildings smell. Leather is also a good bet. He just carries age and decay on him. Probably smells like what churches at old graveyards smell like.

Sigma: Leather but in a new handbag sort of way. He 100% wears a very nice cologne, although it might have a bit of a granny smell more than a sexy man smell. He smells new and expensive in a way. Kinda smells like copper coins too sometimes but that's only if you're really close to him.

Fukuchi: I think I did him already but to do him again - old. Like, old paper and old clothes. He definitely smells like alcohol and probably has a messy sort of smell on him. He tries to cover it up with cologne sometimes but you can smell his hangovers and the fact that he tries to hide his depression with sweets.

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Dazai: Alcohol and Cologne. It's a complete guess of what you're gonna get. Depends on if it's a weekend or not. Also, he might smell like his recent suicide attempt, which tends to stay on his clothes for the next couple of days - Kunikida has to force him to wash his clothes, since once he tried to drown himself and smelled like river water for over 2 weeks. He isn't super hygienic, he's as bad as Fyodor.

Kunikida: oh this man is CLEAN clean. Power washes his asshole and everything. Showers every morning and night. He uses only gently scented soaps and shampoos, since he cares about PFAs. Uses one specific victoria's secret perfume that was discontinued and now has been ordering it for the last 4 years. He has a specific order in how he sprays it too - two on each side of the neck, and one on the wrists that he spreads. He does this daily.

Ranpo: Sweets. He is a regular at bath and body works and he buys warm vanilla sugar and douses himself in it. It's so strong that you can smell him for miles. He has been given many different scents but he refuses to use anything else, he will only use that one scent. It's a comfort thing for him.

Yosano: Like blood. Nothing washes the smell out, so she started smoking so she won't have to smell it on her anymore. So she just smells like cigarettes and blood. She sprays really strong perfume sprays on her clothes though so she won't have to smell the cigarettes. She doesn't go to bath and body works however, she buys from a vegan all-natural company in case anyone is allergic - She is a doctor, after all.

Fukuzawa: Grass and clean laundry, since he spends a lot of time outside talking to cats and every product he uses he tries to use those that bring him good childhood memories. He keeps his clothes religiously clean too, so he probably smells like good detergent.

Kenji: Dirt and cows. He probably just carries the smell of the farm with him, so he is a stinky kid. Kunikida forces him to wash up more often and makes him do his laundry, but his pet cow just always carries that smell on him.

Atsushi: He probably has that sweaty man smell on him, since I bet he is still adjusting to being a normal person after growing up in the orphanage. Personal headcannon that he hoards food, especially in his pockets and under his bed, so he has a bit of a food smell on him. You can just smell the wet noodles in his pockets that you know he is gonna eat in a couple of hours as if it's normal. He has problems he needs to work out.

Kyouka: Clean. She showers, and she has normal hygiene. You can probably smell the sweets she keeps on her though, and I doubt she uses perfume, but she uses a really a regular deodorant. She's an assassin, so she can't be noticed easily, including smell.

BONUS because he's basically in it

Poe: He smells like Karl, custard, and cologne. He goes days without showering so sometimes he just uses all spice to cover it up. Definitely has a strong smell of aftershave since he has to shave every day, which is hella minty. You won't smell it unless you're close to him though. He also has a strong smell of coffee on him.

#bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x y/n #hope this is what you watned btw cause i got ideas #not tagging everyone cause ummm this is a lot #poe bsd #fyodor bsd #nikolai bsd #dazai bsd #ranpo bsd #sigma bsd #hows my divider i just made it #graphic design is my passion #please help i dont know what im doing #my blog will never be cute and aesthetic im hopeless

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lycorogue · 8 months

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Hey, Art Tumblr! Could you help me out?

My peek animation aesthetic has always been what I can best describe as "early 20th century stop-motion paper animation".

The style used for the sets in the iconic 1902 movie A Trip to the Moon.

A Trip to the Moon

The style used in the Good Omens openings.

GOs1 Opening

GOs2 Opening

The style used in Of Monsters and Men music videos.

Little Talks

Dirty Paws (lyric video)

King and Lionheart

Even the style used in a Red Hot Chili Peppers music video.

Otherside

Any clue what this style of animation is called? Is this actually a bunch of different styles that all have a similar aesthetic? I'd love to learn more, but my Google Fu is atrocious and I just cannot figure out how to even begin to figure out what this style is called.

Any help is much appreciated!

#art #art style #animation #animation style #stop motion #my aesthetic #what is this style called!?#Art Tumblr please help!#art side of tumblr #includes images #includes alt text #alt text #described #Trip to the Moon #Good Omens #Of Monsters and Men #Red Hot Chili Peppers #LycoRogue original

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toxicbitxh · 8 days

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What is girlhood 🎀💗

Girlhood is the urge to take naps throughout the day. It is the feeling to walk out freely without a bra. It is the urge to yell and scream at someone when pissed off. It is the urge to cry and sob when you feel the slightest of the pains. It is the urge to stay up all night studying after a long day of procrastination. It is a good hair day. It is the hustle of a hair wash day. It is bad skin day. It is a process of experiencing skincare. It is a banging outfit day. It is Sephora makeup. It is the urge to crawl up in bed all day binging Netflix. It is going through cramps alone. It is finding comfortable bras. It is finding that right pair of jeans. It is “i can’t find anything to wear”. It is daydreaming on your dream partner. It is finding that perfect dress with pockets. It is the urge to scream after a long tiring day. It is the urge to gut your ex alive. It is feeling excited over the smallest of things. It is the urge to kick your feet. It is the urge to bite your nails. It is excessively overthinking over the smallest of things. Girlhood is dreaming high. Girlhood is going through the lowest times alone. Girlhood is losing friends. Girlhood is finding sisters. Girlhood is gossiping. It is roasting your friends. It is urge to hang out with your besties very weekend. It is the urge to go partying every Friday night. It is finding that pair of heels. It is living life. It is feeling deep human emotions. Girlhood is everything.

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mkulias · 1 year

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the urge to draw Bowie in cute fashionable clothing then remembering i do not know a single thing when it comes to cute clothing styles or aesthetics 😔

#somebody help me please tell me the names of some cute clothing style/aesthetics bowie would wear </3 #i have some ideas but i cant find any good oufits that actually look like what im thinking of <//3 #td bowie #total drama #my post

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welcometololaland · 8 months

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hello britt!!! I hope you've had/are having a lovely day!

🙃 I've answered 2 random facts now, but I'm gonna keep going on the sea theme!!! okay so this is fact checked with the Smithsonian online but one time I had a commenter on a rwrb fic with the username 'whaledicks' and I was so intruiged I asked them what on earth inspired them to make that their username and (perhaps concerningly) they replied that it's because a blue whale's penis is 10 feet long. So there's a fact I didn't really want to know, but shout out whaledicks!

🍪 if I was a cookie I'd be an ANZAC - it's an Australian creation made with oats and molasses/golden syrup. basically 100% sugar which is very ME.

🐸 I'm still waiting for someone to tell me what my aesthetic is because I have no idea.

PLEASE SOMEONE GO IN MY ASK BOX AND TELL ME MY AESTHETIC!

#personal #ask game #what the hell is my aesthetic #please help #whaledicks

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endlessthxxghts · 3 months

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Breakfast

Husband!Joel Miller (no outbreak) x afab!Reader

Summary: Your usual Saturday morning routine with your husband takes a turn, for the better. W/C: supposed to be 1k as per my celebration rules, but... it is now 2k... Oops... I’m sure y’all don’t mind😚. 18+ MDNI: Implied age gap (8 years per request hehe<3). Feminine pet names. Oral sex (reader recieving). Implied domesticity kink. Slight overstimulation, multiple orgasms. Soft Dom!Joel. Dom/sub undertones. Joel being a check-in king (safe word system in action, we love good communication). P in V unprotected. Breeding kink (y'all should expect this from me from now on LOL). ONE (1) USE OF "DADDY" (I had to, I'm not sorry). Sweet sweet aftercare.

A/N: This is in response to this request made by @survivingandenduring for my 1k follower milestone celebration. I remember you being one of the first to accompany me on my journey, and now that we're here together celebrating something I'm so humbly honored to experience, it feels so surreal. I love and appreciate your existence so so very much. Thank you.💚 I hope y'all enjoy!! (Pics for aesthetic purposes only)

MASTERLIST || L'S 1K CELEBRATION

Saturday mornings are your favorite. They’re lazy. They’re warm. They’re spent wrapped completely in the arms of your husband, Joel Miller. Whether it’s your lips or your limbs tangled in between the sheets—Saturday mornings are for you and him.

So when you woke up this morning to the other half of your bed colder than usual, you woke up with a frown. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you pull yourself to the restroom to brush your teeth and wash your face, not bothering to change out of your sleep clothes since you made Joel promise you that you guys weren’t going anywhere today.

“Darlin’?” His Southern twang calls out.

“In the bathroom, baby,” you respond, rubbing in the last of your face cream.

With a soft knock to your door, he’s entering, a crooked grin at the sight of you. You can’t help the grin that breaks across your face—no matter how long you two have been married, the bashfulness of two teenagers crushing on each other will never go away.

“Good mornin’, beautiful,” his gruff voice rasps, walking up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, his lips ghosting the sweet spot below your ear.

“Good morning, handsome,” you reply, leaning your body into his large, warm form.

“Come back to bed,” he whispers, his face burying itself deeper into the crook of your neck.

“Where’d you go?” You ask, not particularly liking the fact that you didn’t wake up with him this morning.

Joel turns you in his hold so you’re facing him now. “I’m sorry, my love, I thought I’d be quicker than I was,” he tells you, catching the tone of disappointment in your voice. “I went to make you some breakfast,” he admits. “Nothin’ fancy, I just- I wanted you to eat.”

You narrow your eyes at him, flashing him a small smirk. “What’s your motive, Miller?”

“Uh-” he stutters, not expecting that from you. “No motive, baby. What, a man can’t make sure his lady eats?” An exaggerated offensiveness evident in his inflection as he speaks.

“Please,” you giggle. “Every Saturday, like clockwork, I either wake up with your tongue, cock, or fingers inside of me,” you state matter-of-factly. “Why breakfast now?” you ask, your eyebrow quirked up, his signature look. You cross your arms over your chest for good measure.

Damn, you’re good. And damn, he’s so fucking in awe of you. “Fine,” he relents. “The last few times… after we’re done… you get super jittery and lightheaded. Like your blood sugar is low or somethin’. I dunno, I just, I don’t wanna be pulling so much energy from you, especially on an empty stomach.”

Your jaw would be on the floor right now if it wasn’t attached to you. Oh. My. God. You knew what you were getting into, marrying a Southern gentleman and an older one at that; and you knew just how considerate a lover Joel Miller was, but it never fails to leave your heart—and your pussy—fluttering at how attentive your man is. You are so damn lucky.

Going back to the room and settling on the bed, Joel climbs up beside you and feeds you your breakfast—one of your absolute favorite combos: a greek vanilla yogurt, your favorite granola, and chopped up fresh strawberries. You make this almost every morning, but something about him making it just makes it taste a thousand times better—leaving your body energized for what was next to come… because shit, did you need it.

“Joel,” you sob, tears falling from your eyes as they fight to stay open.

He lifts himself off your cunt, bottom half of his face shiny with your arousal. “Gimme one more, darlin’, then I’ll give you my cock,” he tells you, his heavy breath fanning across your spent center.

“Joel, I-” you whimper, “I can’t.” Your hips bucking into his face says otherwise. He taps your hip three times. Safe word? He silently asks. One tap for green, two taps for a yellow, three taps for red—an immediate stop. Your hand nearly ripping his curls out of his head softens, tapping his neck once as you attempt to gain your breath back, soft whines blessing his ears.

He nips the inside of your thigh before he speaks again. “You can,” and then he’s diving back in, tongue breaching your entrance as his nose rubs perfectly at your clit, hurtling you towards your third orgasm of the morning.

“Oh, fuck-” you nearly scream, head pushing into your pillow with your eyes clamped shut, back arching off the bed. Joel throws his arm across your lower belly, keeping you down and open for him as he licks you through your high.

Finally, he relents with a satisfied smile, placing a chaste kiss to your clit. “Knew you could give me another, my darlin’ girl.”

“Mmm, baby, please,” you say, reaching for his jaw to bring his face to yours. Not yielding to your touch completely, he brings himself up slow—the tip of his nose dragging up your naked body, Joel placing open-mouthed kisses up your belly, up your sternum, all the way to your lips, your arousal lingering with his own flavors in a deep, needy kiss.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he says into your lips, nipping your swollen lip before pulling away to let you speak.

“N-need you,” you breathe, desperate. You bring your hands down to his boxer-clad bulge, your fingers causing him to twitch.

Joel tuts, pulling your hand away and bringing it up to the side of your head, his large hand holding it down. “And I need you,” he says, biting your lip again, “to use your words, baby. C’mon,” he urges. Outside of the bedroom, you are very outspoken—this morning’s interaction as evidence—yet, when you find yourself a writhing, moaning mess underneath him, all words are stolen from your brain, all the breath is stolen from your lungs.

“Please,” you start, more determination this time. “I need you inside me, Joel, please fuck me.” You hike your legs higher up, your thighs hugging his waist as you shift your hips, your wet center rubbing against him.

“Such a good girl f’me,” he praises, sitting up to guide his boxers down, leaving you with a complete unobstructed view of his tanned and toned naked body, his soft tummy turning the pupils of your eyes into hearts. He’s so fucking sexy, and, well fuck, you just said that out loud.

Joel blushes, leaning back over you to kiss your forehead and your lips before he’s lining himself up with you, his sensitive tip breaching your entrance at a slow pace, his girth thick enough to stretch you every single time in all your years of marriage.

Your eyes slowly shut as he kisses at your neck. The depth he’s able to reach as he slowly pumps in and out of you, the pubic hairs at his base rubbing against your clit, his deep groans making butterflies erupt in your belly—everything is utterly consuming your body, forcing your already sensitive body to your fourth orgasm of the morning fairly quickly.

Joel is rocking at a steady pace, one hand underneath your lower back while his other cups the back of your head, his fingers rooting themselves into the base of your hair and applying a slight pressure, knowing the sensation drives you absolutely wild. The moan that floats through the air is enough for Joel’s cock to twitch inside of you, threatening to release at any moment. With all his strength, he lifts his head up from your neck to hover above your own, reveling in the furrow of your brows and the needy gasps coming from your throat.

“Darlin’,” he rasps.

“Mhm,” you squeak, unable to form any words.

“Look at me,” he tells you, hips speeding up. He knows he’s only making it harder for you.

Your eyes slowly peel open, but your eyes immediately roll back, the pleasure making your mind go numb.

At your action, Joel is slowing, his hips coming to a near halt. That gets your eyes open. “J-Joel? Baby?” you call, your voice quivering with frustration. You were getting close.

“Need those pretty eyes on me, darlin’,” he explains, his hips only starting back up because of your eye contact.

“Y-yes, baby, okay,” you reply shakily, wanting to do anything for him to continue.

He moves in and out of you again, incorporating a delicious slow grind with every push in. The pleasure is too fucking much, and your eyelids are slipping again even though you’re trying with every ounce of your strength to keep your gaze fixed on him, you fail.

Again, his hips come to a painful stop. “Darlin’,” he warns. “You stop, I stop.”

“I-” you cry. “Joel, I can’t.” Tears pool at your waterline.

His hand comes to your face, his thumb catching the runaway tear. “You can, baby, and you will.” It isn’t a request.

You wrap your arms around his neck, keeping Joel as close to you as possible, his breathing keeping you grounded as you attempt to keep your eyes on his. Satisfied with your attempt so far, Joel starts moving, and this time, he completely lets go. Thrusting into you not too fast or not too slow—and he’s going hard, every push would make you slide slightly up the bed if he weren’t holding onto you the way that he is.

Your eyes flutter, not shutting completely but not staying open, and Joel makes a warning sound, his mouth spewing filth to keep you focused on him.

“Need to see those pretty eyes while you flutter ‘round me.”

“Don’t you wanna be filled? I know you want it—crave it.”

“Keep them eyes on me, babygirl. I’ll give you what you want, just lemme see you.”

“Fuck, Joel, please-!” you scream, your hips thrusting on their own accord, your climax shattering throughout your entire body.

“Thaaat’s it, baby, atta girl,” he moans out, the sensation of you sending his eyes nearly to the back of his head. “Fuckin- give it to me, baby, just like that.”

“Sh- shit, baby, fuck-” you cry, “please, Joel, please.”

“Please what, baby? Use your words,” Joel rushes, chasing his own release as he pushes you through yours.

“Please- please cum inside me, daddy, fuck- needa feel you,” you sob, your fingers gripping onto his back muscles, leaving bright red scratches in their wake as he rails you into the mattress.

“Yeah, baby? I’ll- oh, fuck-” he whines, his balls pull taut, his tummy muscles clenching, and within seconds, he’s cumming inside you, the sticky warmth covering every inch inside of you, leaking out of your entrance as he continues his movements, slowing himself down to a stop.

You two lay there for a moment, your chests heaving against each other. Joel places a kiss to your nose, then your lips, then he’s lifting himself off you, heading to the bathroom. You hear him start a bath.

He comes back after a minute, guiding you to sit up and make your way to the bathroom. He kisses your shoulder. “You alright, darlin’?”

You nod your head yes, a content smile across your features, eyelids heavy. He pulls your chin between his thumb and his forefinger, making you look at him. His signature scowl, the playful version, is on his face. Those damn words, baby, he’s telling you.

“I’m more than alright, baby,” you finally verbalize. “I love you.”

“I love you more, baby,” he kisses your cheek. “My darlin’ girl,” another kiss to your forehead. “My beautiful wife,” your other cheek. He continues on like that until he’s peppered your face in kisses, consuming your body with a love quite like no other. You’re a giggling mess by the time it’s over, begging for him to give you a second to breathe.

Only then when you two settle against each other in the warm, bubbly water, does he ask his burning question.

“Did, uh… did the breakfast help you?”

You take a moment to register how your body feels. It feels light. Not light as in lightheaded or weak—like previous weekends. No, you feel light, warm, content—you feel energized, like you can take on the world right now despite the fact that your legs are still made of jello. You feel good.

“Yeah,” you say. “Helped a lot.”

“Good,” he replies in success, kissing the top of your head before he starts massaging every part of you he can reach.

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