Aztec Astrology is an old form of astrology dating back to 600 BC. This type of astrology has 20 different signs rather than 12. It originates from an ancient tribe, the Aztecs, who were particularly fond of astronomy
Rabbit Dates: January 11/23, February 9/21, March 5/17/29, April 10/22, May 4/16/28, June 9/21, July 3/15/27, August 8/20, September 1/13/25, October 7/19/31, November 12/24, December 6/18/30
Traits of the rabbit/tochtli —
• Associated with the Moon (the Aztecs believed you could see a rabbit shape in the Moon)
• The most persuasive zodiac of Aztec astrology. Easily sways others with their charm
• They make great social media influencers
• The women/gay men make great romantic partners but the straight men tend to be players. Both genders can be serial daters sometimes though
• Workhorse/hardworking. Strong perseverance
• Very celebratory for others victories (not often jealous)
• Very secretive. Doesn’t open up easily
• Highly prone to anxiety disorders. Especially social anxiety because they’re quite shy
• Optimistic and they also have an addicting positive energy/radiance
• Softies/sensitive/delicate but the male ones tend to hide it a lot
• Often have ADHD or their minds are always racing so they can accidentally sometimes still be thoughtless even though they’re kind most of the time
• Prefers to turn away from conflict most of the time
• Usually financially successful unless unresolved karma isn’t healed
• Needs lots of control over their life. At worst could be too controlling of others
• Abundance of ideas/creative
• Can make friends really easily and are amazing at socializing (even if they don’t always want to)
warlocks are probably what ive played the most but im playing a paladin rn whichis also very fun ^_^
23. do you have any art of your characters?
oh tons !! idk if ive posted any of it here but i like to draw refs for my characters when i make them and then if theyre fun to draw i just keep drawing them constantly
31. tell me about your current party!
rn im playing a tiefling paladin/rogue named autonomy who i talked abt more in depth earlier bc im obsessed w her . we also have paunie (goliath barbarian) sagradoth (tiefling hexblade warlock) sylvester (satyr barbarian iirc) bexin (tabaxi bard) and teomi (satyr druid)
Reupload. Two otherworldly characters get up to some bondage and teasing in an Edenic garden.
NSFW, mess, bondage
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The greenhouse was so dense with foliage that it was hard to see the glass walls. Only by looking up and seeing the panes through the gentle wave of leaves could one get any sense that the verdant forest was enclosed and not an outdoor oasis. The centerpiece of the otherworldly garden was a tree, fittingly perhaps. It was not an apple tree but a walnut - still, it was bearing witness just the same to temptation.
Fine silver ropes ringed the tree’s trunk and lower branches, glinting in the wavering canopy light like an oversized spiderweb. Tochtli shifted in the grip of the web, hands bound behind their head. The ropes snaked over their body just like the tree’s, encircling bare chest and thighs and ankles in a deceptively delicate harness. Their toes just brushed the tree’s roots. They flexed their fingers. Their skin, tan as the desert, and long black hair was dusted with the tree’s pollen. They looked up through their eyelashes, topaz eyes large and trusting, at the other denizen of the garden.
“I think you’ve outdone yourself.”
“Only the best for you.”
Standing before the tree, Voshell admired their handiwork. It had taken the better part of the morning and now made quite the pretty picture. Voshell was a contrast, so pale as to be ethereal, eyes almost white they were so negligently blue. Usually hidden behind dark glasses, those eyes now studied every curve and plane of Tochtli’s body with a fervent, graceful lust. Even the slight movement of leaning from one foot to the other spoke of predatory intensity and pride. Voshell cared for nothing more than their own control -- except, perhaps, for Tochtli.
“How is it now?” Voshell approached the tree, sinuous in heels. “My dear, are you well?”
Tochtli tilted their head, letting their hair fall around their face and sending heavy pollen drifting. “I’m starting to feel the effects.” While Voshell had been completing the ropework, Tochtli had been breathing deeply, readying their body in another way. Their nose twitched in response to a deep, sweet almost-ache in their sinuses. Each inhale now was careful, lest it catch. There was no relief to be had, arms up and tied.
Voshell reached out and pressed the pad of their thumb to the underside of Tochtli’s nose. Moisture was gathering there as the irritation set in, and Tochtli’s breath hitched gently on a moan. “Would you like my help?” Voshell laid their fingers around Tochtli’s nostrils, oh so lightly.
Tochtli exhaled shakily and tried not to press into the touch. “Please, love.”
“Very well.” Voshell closed their fingers, pinching, rubbing, kneading the soft skin. Tochtli sighed first in relief, but the itch and the urge did not fade for long. Soon, each breath was a struggle. Voshell’s fingers were wet. When they drew their hand back from Tochtli’s nose, a gossamer thread linked them still.
Tochtli was flushed and their long eyelashes beaded with unshed tears. Their nostrils flared. Perfect lips parted with another gasp. “Whih- hh, hh- watch me,” they said, commanding through their fluctuating breath, and they made sure that Voshell’s pale eyes were on them. Their chest swelled with each inhale. Their nostrils were reddened and gently gleamed. Each moment fell like sand in an hourglass, tension mounting. Finally, Tochtli’s eyes closed and they tensed against the ropes that bound them, expression crumpling from open and unguarded desperation into a pinpoint of intention.
“Ikttschiu!” The sneeze wasn’t loud, but it stole all of Tochtli’s air, left them gasping into the second one. “Ah, hh, hh- hiktzschiuu!” Spray dusted the ground between their pointed toes like the pollen. They’d made a mess over their chin, forcing out the tortuous motes. It dripped, slowly, until Voshell brought their mouths together.
“Bless you,” they said, in between claiming kisses, their own breath unsteady. “Bless you, my dear, bless.” They threaded their fingers into Tochtli’s hair, close to the nape, massaged in comfort and then pulled close.
