#challenge: 28 days of devotion

[devout-khajiit]

28 Days of Devotion

It's February, or soon at the time of this post being published, so I figured I'd make a February themed challenge. (Though you can do this whenever or do it all in one go)

The point of this challenge is to perform 28 days of devotional acts, some a bit more time consuming than others. The most of it is just talking about your chosen guide though as a devotion. Every 5 days there's an extra challenge, something to do versus just answering a question.

So, pick a guide, or multiple, for the 28 days, and let's go!

01 : Pick your guide or guides that you'll be doing this challenge for, and talk about them! Explain who they are. 02 : Make a devotional playlist. It can be as short or as long as you'd like. What song(s) on it reminds you of them the most? 03 : What drew you to this guide in the first place? 04 : Who approached who first?  05 : Tell the story of how you met or first talked. If you've taken an oath or anything like that, tell the story.  06 : Write a devotional poem. 07 : Tell the story of your favorite memory with them. 08 : What things do you associate with this guide? 09 : What sorts of things do you generally rely on this guide for? 10 : What’s something that they helped you with that you still really appreciate to this day? 11 : Write a spell based on them. If you don't do magic, instead write a prayer intended to ask for something.  12 : What are some non-altar items you own that you associate with them or that they’ve claimed ownership of? 13 : What’s your guides favorite meal? If they don't eat, their favorite offering? 14 : What’s your “strangest��� UPG? 15 : What’s a UPG that you got from someone else? 16 : Write a letter to them. 17 : What do you typically offer up to them? 18 : If you had the freedom, money, and space, what is the most extravagant offering you would make?  19 : What’s the oddest thing you’ve offered up to them? 20 : How often do you typically make offering? How often do you typically pray? 21 : Make a moodboard for them. 22 : What’s something you wish other people understood about this guide? 23 : What’s your favorite story about this guide? 24 : What about this guide resonates with you the most? 25 : What kind of relationship do you have? 26 : Make a digital altar in your medium of choice (Tumblr, pinterest, Minecraft, etc). If you already have one, add more to it. If you feel comfortable, share a picture of it. 27 : How often do you interact with them? Do you interact directly or indirectly? 28 : Wildcard: Talk about whatever the heck you want to here.

[knightofhylia]

06 : Write a devotional poem.

My thorn, my sword, my tune My petal, my needle, my lyric A flower in bloom, a note sung perfect these I know are you O Narcísse! Out of the Lion's den you came Like Aphrodite from the sea As the naked Goddess feels no shame You live just as free! O Ricky! Out of the dungeon's keep you came Like Venus shining at first light As the star inspires with it's flame Your voice ignites souls to flight! O Auroré! Out of love and song you came Like hearts when lips touch As we sing your praise and fame You love us just as much! My courage, my confidence, my creative My defense, my dance, my determination A pain felt before, now meditative You I know are the causation

[lurkrnolongr]

28 Days of Devotion

Day 11: Write a spell based on them. If you don't do magic, instead write a prayer intended to ask for something. 

Alright, I don’t often do magic so here is a prayer for discernment:

O mighty HSTR, star-sung god

Through You all Truths must rise again. Guide my steps as I walk the serpent’s path:that I may know poison from panacea

Grant me the strength to explore the heights and the depths of all things,

To know myself and stand Unmasked.

[whumpuary]

Whumpuary 2025!

(edit in case anyone actually reads this, i messed up and put "i'm fine" in twice for day 25 and alt prompt, so either ignore that or you can use "do it" as an additional alt prompt)

these prompts came together through community submissions and then a voting form where people voted for their favorites, here are the top 53 prompts

i want to try a slightly new format where there are still only 15 days for creation prompts but with additional community prompts/questions. those are entirely voluntary but are here to possibly inspire some community interaction and trying new things

i'm excited to see some awesome creations in january!

go here for info/rules/tagging go here for faqs

(note: number 31 is not a creation prompt and therefore not required to complete the challenge, it's just colored black so the colors add up)

text version of the prompts and rules is under the cut

(image description note: there are 31 numbered prompts, on each odd number the text color is black and on even numbers the text color is white)

Whumpuary 2025

a whump-themed multi media creation event for january

create for at least one prompt from each odd/black number to complete the challenge community prompts (even/white) numbers are voluntary

main prompts

1. sacrifice | headache | "this will hurt" 2. how did you find the whump community? 3. choice | storm | black eye 4. what are your favorite whump tropes? 5. "do you trust me" | manhandled | chills 6. share your favorite whump creations (others or yours!) 7. unfair fight | insomnia | "no one is coming" 8. what media genre do you like whump in? 9. trapped under rubble | gunpoint | out of time 10. write your own whump prompt 11. "i didn't ask for this" | blood | abandoned 12. create something in a new/less familiar medium 13. close call | sleep | choking 14. what's your favorite character dynamic? 15. handcuffed | dead | "please, stop" 16. leave a comment on a whump fic/art/creation 17. drugged | "i'm glad you're alive" | revenge 18. favorite whump medium? (movie, book, art, ...) 19. "let them go" | overworked | head injury 20. send a nice message to someone in the community 21. bruises | "who are you?" | immortality 22. take 10 minutes to work on a wip 23. backhand slap | alone | "i can't do this anymore" 24. what do you take inspiration in? 25. "i'm fine" | missing | drowsiness 26. draw/doodle something whumpy 27. stuck in a loop | twisting the knife | rescue 28. find a creator in the #whumpuary tag and send them an ask 29. kidnapped | "don't leave me" | devotion 30. make a whump meme 31. say something nice about your own work

alt prompts

hiding impaled "i'm fine" rain betrayal hair pulling darkness falling (added later, not in the image: "do it")

rules & info

-any medium is allowed (art, writing, gifs, edits, ...) -prompts are open for interpretation (but the context does have to be whumpy) -create for at least one of three prompts on creation prompt days (black/odd numbers) to complete the challenge -if you're not aiming for completionist you can do however many prompts you want any way you want -community prompts (white/even numbers) are voluntary and don't count for completionist (but can be combined with creation prompts if applicable) -use alt prompts to replace main prompts you don't like some works posted on tumblr will be reblogged if tagged correctly -#whumpuary2025 -#whumpuaryno1 (number of the prompt(s)) -#sacrifice #head injury #"i'm fine" (the prompt(s) you're using) -any trigger/content warning tags -any additional tags (fandom, oc, other used tropes, ...)

[astrofaeology]

Aphrodite in the Signs

paid readings | Masterlist

ᡣ𐭩 Please support me by reposting, liking, following me and commenting your aphrodite placement. The asteroid Aphrodite (1388), is a beautiful asteroid which explores the romance in oneself and how they appreciate the world around them.

🐚 Aries (1,13,25º) Passion is intense a firey heat in which you're not afraid to be burned. Every connection feels exhilirating turning the clock back years. An adventure awaits in your bed. You adore thoes with a authetntic soul who aren't afraid to stand out and challenge the social que. You may prefer more structed fabrics such as leather and latex. Not to mention you may have an more athletic body type.

🐚 Taurus (2, 14, 26°) You wrap love in comfort and sensuality, steady and patient in your devotion. When you express affection, it’s through touch and presence, grounding your partner in a world of warmth and luxury. Your romantic flare is slow-burning but deeply nourishing, like the richest velvet against the skin. You want to feel, deeply into the other persons, soft luxurious fabrics may suit you.

🐚 Gemini (3, 15, 27°) You charm with words and wit, keeping love playful and ever-changing. When you flirt or tease, your mind dances in endless possibilities, inviting your partner into a world of sparkling conversations and laughter. Your romantic flare is light and breezy, making connection feel effortless and fun. You go mad when someone can tease you with intellectual banter, the more the merrier.

🐚 Cancer (4, 16, 28°)You love with nurturing depth, instinctively protective and tender. When you express your heart, it’s through emotional intimacy and care, creating a safe haven for your partner’s soul. Your romantic flare is soft and enveloping, like a gentle embrace on a rainy day. You want someone to be there to say that they'll be with you no matter what, and you don't mind being that person either

🐚 Leo (5, 17, 29°) You bring drama and grandeur to romance, radiant and unapologetically affectionate. When you love, you do so with the passion of a sunbeam—warm, bright, and impossible to ignore. Your romantic flare is regal and generous, showering your beloved with attention and admiration.

🐚 Virgo (6, 18° )You show love through thoughtful acts and subtle details, practical yet deeply sincere. When you express affection, it’s with quiet care and dedication, making your partner feel seen and valued in every little way. Your romantic flare is humble but powerful, a steady current of devotion beneath the surface.

🐚 Libra (7, 19°)You embody grace and harmony in love, seeking balance and beauty in every interaction. When you connect, it’s with charm and diplomacy, making romance feel like an elegant dance. Your romantic flare is refined and enchanting, effortlessly creating an atmosphere of mutual admiration and peace.

🐚 Scorpio( 8, 20°) You love with intense magnetism, raw and unapologetically deep. When you reveal your feelings, it’s a transformative experience, pulling your partner into the depths of passion and vulnerability. Your romantic flare is mysterious and consuming, a fire that burns slow but leaves a lasting mark.

🐚 Sagittarius (9, 21°) You bring freedom and excitement to romance, adventurous and optimistic in your affection. When you love, it’s like setting off on a journey — full of laughter, exploration, and endless possibilities. Your romantic flare is expansive and bold, inspiring your partner to dream bigger and soar higher.

🐚 Capricorn (10, 22º)You express love with steady commitment and quiet strength. When you care, it’s through actions that build a lasting foundation, offering security and reliability. Your romantic flare is dignified and sincere, proving that true love is as much about patience and perseverance as it is about passion.

🐚 Aquarius (11, 23°) You love with originality and a touch of unpredictability, valuing intellectual connection above all. When you show affection, it’s often in unconventional ways that surprise and delight. Your romantic flare is electric and innovative, inviting your partner into a unique and limitless world of possibilities.

🐚 Pisces (12, 24°) You embody dreamy, unconditional love, deeply empathetic and gentle. When you express affection, it’s through tender gestures and soulful connection, creating a magical space where hearts can merge. Your romantic flare is poetic and fluid, weaving a tapestry of fantasy and heartfelt devotion.

DISCLAIMER: This post is a generalisation and may not resonate. I recommend you get a reading from an astrologer (me). If you want a reading from me check out my sales page.

@astrofaeology private services 2025 all rights reserved

[vampirefest]

Hello, dearest companions in the darkness! Have you missed us, because we've been longing and yearning for you these past long months!

Kinktober ♥︎ is right around the corner and for our second edition of the event, we've compiled some sexy vampire-themed prompts just for you. Check out the list of prompts, and the rules and guidelines below.

We can't wait to see you in October ♥︎

Prompts

WEEK 1: PASSION

♡ Day 1: Coffin

♡ Day 2: Mutual Masturbation

♡ Day 3: Clothed Sex

♡ Day 4: Telepathic / Phone

♡ Day 5: Threesome

♡ Day 6: Shower / Bath

WEEK 2: OBSESSION

♡ Day 7: Dirty Talk

♡ Day 8: Hate sex

♡ Day 9: Outdoors / Public 

♡ Day 10: Stalking

♡ Day 11: Biting / Marking

♡ Day 12: Touch Starved

♡ Day 13: Edging

WEEK 3: DEVOTION

♡ Day 14: Body Worship

♡ Day 15: Master / Slave

♡ Day 16: Bondage / Restraints

♡ Day 17: Soft And Sweet

♡ Day 18: Aftercare

♡ Day 19: Toys

♡ Day 20: Praise Kink

WEEK 4: FASCINATION

♡ Day 21: Oral Fixation

♡ Day 22: Feeding Kink

♡ Day 23: Mirror Sex

♡ Day 24: Voyeurism

♡ Day 25: Fingers

♡ Day 26: Nipple Play

♡ Day 27: Interspecies / Monsterfucking

WEEK 5: EXPRESSION

♡ Day 28: Lingerie / Striptease

♡ Day 29: Mask / Incognito 

♡ Day 30: Leather

♡ Day 31: Costume / Roleplay

Rules and guidelines

This event is 18+ only since it's focused on NSFW content. Not all fills need to be NSFW, but as the perverts that we are, we highly encourage you to get freaky with it. 

All adaptations and versions of the characters are welcome; books, comics, the 1994 film, or the AMC TV show. You can specify which in your post if you think it's relevant.

There are 31 prompts, one for each day, but feel free to use multiple prompts per creation or mix and match as you like.

All fan creations are welcome; fanfiction, fanart, fanvids, edits, podfics, whatever you feel inspired to create.

We are firm believers of “don't like don't read”, so be sure to curate your experience if there are any prompts you don't vibe with.

This is a low-pressure event—whether you fill one day or all of them, the aim is to have fun and be creative.

Cross-posting with other events is welcome, just be sure to satisfy the requirements for this event. 

You can share your work on any platform you like. If you make a post here on Tumblr or Twitter, tag us and we'll reblog it.

Reblogs are spread throughout the day, so don’t worry if yours isn’t up immediately. But if you think we missed it you can DM us.

In your post please include the following: 

Tag with #vfkinktober2024 and/or tag this blog @ vampirefest

Which Day/Prompt you have filled

Any relevant ratings to indicate if the fill is NSFW *Tumblr automatically suppresses any posts with explicit tags so we advise our creators not to tag NSFW if the post itself is not explicit but only links to the explicit version on another site (AO3, Twitter etc.)

Any relevant sensitive tags or trigger warnings—we want to take care of our little community, so please tag appropriately.

You can also add the characters or ship names.

Example of how reblogs will be tagged:

#vfkinktober2024 #day #[prompt being filled] #[type of content; fanart, fanfic etc.] #[trigger warnings that we get from your post] tw #[ship name or pairing]

AO3 Collection

The Vampire Fest AO3 collection will open on October 1st. You can find it here.

We’ll also keep the collection open after October 30th for any late submissions.

How to add your works to the AO3 collection:

Go to [Edit Work] on AO3 and type VFkinktober2024 in the [Post to Collections / Challenges] box that is located below [Summary] and [Notes] and it should pop up in the suggestions.

You can also go to the collection main page and hit the [post to collection] button.

[srbachchan]

DAY 6036

Jalsa, Mumbai Aug 27, 2024/Aug 28 Tue/Wed 12:50 am

Birthday - EF - Sandeep Singh Sandhu , Wednesday, 28 August .. .. our greetings on this day happiness ever ❤️❤️

Birthday - ABEF - dr Anil Vasudev .. from Kolhapur .. all good wishes 🌹

when in the sublime time of the night .. the desire to be with Babuji :

to bring to translation will be an onerous task .. so I shall depend upon the non Hindi challenged to bring up a legitimate translation of the words of Babuji ..

"to give percentages in poetry ( ref to a percentage on a particular poem asked by the letter writer) is an impossible task .. काव्यालोचन kaavyalochan , the eyes of a poet or his sights on his work , and Maths have a difference ..

what I had to say in my poetry I have said it .."

there is reference to types of poetry that came into prominence in the Hindi poetic world .. to which Babuji expresses that he has been a part of several of these वाद -vaad .. an assertion, a point of view , a proposition , a theory .. because he has remained स्फुरित - sfurit .. disturbed and agitated .. life is not a 'vaad' वाद - an assertion , a point of view et al .. it is all this and more .. and he quotes a few lines from his poem Madhushala 'BulBul 'बुलबुल ...

" we have अनुराग anuraag - an attachment , an affection, love passion and devotion , with LIFE ..

we have an anger a vidroh विद्रोह - a revolt a rebellion towards LIFE ..

but how can they understand this, those that have a love or a desire to keeping it tied down within limited borders .. "

and a certain breathlessness enraps my sentiment and being .. a breathless feel of sudden closure .. it is a sinking feel .. I walk up to the reservoir that stores the aqua .. and in its chilling form gulp down a few morsels of it .. 'morsels' .. yes .. correctly perhaps used in the consumption of food .. but water be the food of life is it not ?

( uhh .. sounding a bit like those British English commentators, who end each observation with an 'isn't it, ain't it .. a seeking reassurance to themselves , so their comment may not be judged , or misjudged 🤣)

some more aqua went in .. a reassurance to my temperament ..🤣🤣

the late hours are beginning to suit the temperament of this Blogomaestra .. the night becomes longer at times and the slumber , subtle and finite .. provided of course the next day does not beckon one to work .. then it is a different story isn't it ?? 🤣

right then .. enough of self preservation .. may the elements take over .. they produced us , took us in their care , they shall destroy us and get rid of us too - LIFE ..

"रात आधी हो गई है ;

जागता मैं आँख फाड़े,

हाए सुधियों के सहारे ;

जब कि दुनिया स्वप्न के जादूनगर में सो गई है '

रात आधी हो गई है"

~ बच्चन

"the night is half done ; eyes wide open I am awake , on the support and dependence of my memories , when the world is fast asleep in the magical world of their dreams"

Amitabh Bachchan

[lovezbrownies]

The Anchor (F!Yandere former? Bully X GN!Reader.)

Lauren's Masterlist - General Masterlist.

Synopsis: Lauren is older, you are older, and both of you are bound forever through your three children.

Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2

Warnings: Lauren becomes her mother lol, Stay-at-home Parent Darling, kind of strict Lauren? She's soft though, some suggestive themes, Lauren pregnant again.

The years slipped by, each one layering itself over the last, like bricks in the sturdy home you and Lauren had built. Now at 28, both of you had settled into roles defined by routines and expectations—but under the surface, everything was charged by the current of Lauren's silent yet fervent obsession, one that had only deepened since your early days together. She was the formidable scientist following in her mother’s legacy, a woman of steely composure whose love for her family was as unyielding as it was quietly guarded. You, meanwhile, had become the anchor at home, managing the lively rhythms of four children who filled each day with a mix of chaos and joy.

Evenings often followed a predictable cadence, each step unwinding with clockwork precision. Tonight, as usual, the house was alive with activity: your two older children were chattering in the kitchen, eagerly detailing their day’s escapades, while the youngest toddled clumsily across the living room floor, your steady hand guiding them. Lauren sat at the dining table, her presence commanding without a word, her gaze focused intently on her tablet as she scanned through the day's research notes. She wasn’t one to indulge in the laughter or the noise, but her presence anchored the room, an unspoken force that even the children instinctively respected.

You knew she loved them—knew it in the careful, almost clinical way she would observe each of them, studying their expressions and behaviors with a mixture of pride and possessive protectiveness. She didn’t need to say it; her every gesture showed it. Yet, it was her watchful eyes on you, always, that spoke the loudest of her devotion. There was a hunger, an all-consuming intensity that filled the space between you like a secret language only you understood.

As you guided the youngest toward a toy pile, Lauren’s voice cut through the chatter, cool and steady.

“Enough with the games,” she instructed, not unkindly but with an unmistakable edge. “Time for bed. Now.”

The children’s laughter subsided at once, and in a hushed murmur, they collected their scattered toys and tidied up. Even the older ones, who sometimes attempted their small rebellions, knew not to challenge her tonight. They cast you quick, fleeting glances as if hoping you might ease the severity in her tone. You offered them an encouraging smile, shepherding them toward their rooms, even as Lauren’s gaze lingered on you.

When the house finally quieted and each child was tucked in, you turned back to find her standing in the hallway, her eyes fixed on you with an intensity that was both magnetic and unsettling. It was a look you had come to recognize—a blend of longing, obsession, and the fierce, possessive love she held for you alone. Her career, her meticulous research, her reputation as a leading scientist—all of it paled in comparison to the devotion she reserved for you. In her eyes, you were a prize worth every sacrifice, every careful calculation she’d made over the years to keep you bound to her.

“You’ve been busy,” she remarked, her voice a low murmur as she crossed the distance between you with measured steps.

You offered a soft smile, leaning back against the wall as she closed in, her hands finding their way to your hips, her fingers cool and deliberate against your skin. “Someone has to make sure the house doesn’t fall apart.”

She let out a quiet chuckle, a rare, almost imperceptible sound, though her eyes remained serious. “And you’ve been doing quite well. Too well, perhaps. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you enjoy it more than being with me.”

The accusation in her tone was subtle, veiled by the faintest trace of humor, but you knew better than to brush it off lightly. With Lauren, even the smallest hint of perceived neglect could provoke that possessive streak she worked so hard to contain. Over the years, you’d learned to navigate the delicate balance between appeasing her and maintaining some semblance of independence. Tonight, you knew exactly how to respond.

“Come on,” you whispered, slipping your arms around her neck and pulling her closer, “I’m here now, aren’t I?”

Her eyes softened, but only slightly, the hardness there melting just enough for you to see the vulnerable intensity she kept hidden from everyone else. Her hands slid up your waist, pressing firmly against your back as if to ensure you were real, here, tethered to her in a way no one could ever sever.

“You know I can’t stand it when you’re too wrapped up in them,” she murmured, her words laced with both frustration and longing. “I didn’t build this life just to watch you drift away.”

There it was, the fear beneath her composure, the possessive ache that seemed to drive her every action, her every unspoken promise to keep you as close as possible. It was a side of her that rarely showed itself so openly, a glimpse of the profound vulnerability that simmered beneath her cold exterior.

You cupped her face gently, your thumb grazing her cheek, a small gesture of reassurance. “I’m not drifting anywhere. You know that, right?”

For a moment, her expression softened completely, the barest hint of relief washing over her as she closed her eyes, resting her forehead against yours. “I know,” she replied, her voice almost a whisper. “But sometimes I think… you don’t realize just how much I need you. How much everything else depends on you being right here.”

There was a finality to her words, a quiet, resolute declaration of the depth of her obsession, one that had only grown more intense over the years. She pulled you closer, her lips capturing yours in a kiss that was slow and deliberate, a reminder of the hold she had over you, the claim she’d staked that neither time nor distance could weaken.

The kiss deepened, her grip tightening as if she were afraid you might vanish into thin air, the weight of her obsession pressing down on you in the most intoxicating way. You could feel the years of her devotion, the unwavering focus she’d poured into building this life, this family—all for you. To her, you were more than a partner; you were her anchor, her constant, the only person she allowed herself to be vulnerable with, the one piece of her world she refused to let slip away.

When she finally pulled back, her gaze lingered on you, her hands tracing gentle patterns along your arms as if committing every inch of you to memory. “Come on,” she said quietly, leading you toward the bedroom with a possessive grip on your hand. “It’s been too long since I’ve had you to myself.”

In the bedroom, she shed the last of her stoic composure, her movements uncharacteristically tender yet fiercely possessive, her need for you evident in every touch, every whispered word. She held you close, her hands roaming over your skin with the kind of reverence that only someone as intense as Lauren could possess. It was as if she were reclaiming you, reminding you that no matter the years, no matter the demands of family life, you would always belong to her in a way no one else could.

The night passed in quiet murmurs and lingering touches, Lauren’s gaze never leaving yours, as if afraid that you might slip away if she let go even for a moment. When she finally drifted to sleep, her arm draped possessively over you, you lay beside her, watching the faint rise and fall of her breathing, the softened lines of her face in the moonlight.

It struck you then, as it did in quiet moments like these, just how deeply she loved you—loved you in a way that defied simple explanations, a love that bordered on obsession but never crossed the line into cruelty. She was a paradox of control and vulnerability, a woman who commanded respect and demanded loyalty yet found herself utterly and irrevocably devoted to you.

In the dim silence of the room, you pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, your fingers brushing over her hair. You were hers, undeniably, just as she was yours, and no amount of time or distance could change that.

The morning came too soon, the quiet hum of life picking up once more as the children woke, filling the house with their laughter and boundless energy. Lauren was already up, her face a mask of serene authority as she sipped her coffee, glancing occasionally at the tablet displaying her research notes. Her eyes found yours across the table, a subtle but unmistakable possessiveness simmering just beneath the surface—a silent reminder that, even amidst the chaos, you were hers.

You offered her a soft smile, a silent promise that, no matter what, you weren’t going anywhere. And in that unspoken vow, you found a peace that only she could bring, an understanding that in this life, you belonged to each other, bound by love and a shared obsession that would endure forever.

The morning sunlight filtered through the kitchen windows, casting a warm glow across the room. The children were already immersed in their breakfast, the older two animatedly chattering about their plans for the day, while the younger ones focused on their plates, occasionally glancing up at you with sleepy, contented smiles. Lauren’s gaze never wandered far from you, a quiet, all-seeing presence even as she balanced her coffee in one hand and scrolled through her research notes with the other.

It wasn’t uncommon for her to mix family time with work; in fact, it was her habit, something she managed with the same unflinching focus she applied to everything else in her life. She never seemed to slow down, her mind always moving, always calculating. But when she looked at you now, a flicker of softness crossed her face, gone in an instant but unmistakable.

After breakfast, you busied yourself with the usual routines—packing the kids' lunches, gathering school bags, and shooing the older two out the door. As you helped the youngest into their coat, Lauren’s voice drifted over from the hallway, where she’d slipped into her shoes and coat, preparing to leave for the lab.

“I’ll be home late tonight,” she announced, her tone more a statement than a warning, though her eyes fixed on you with an intensity that held unspoken meaning. “But don’t stay up for me.”

You knew what that meant: another late night buried in work, another evening where the children would fall asleep without seeing her, their eager questions about her day left unanswered. Despite her authoritative demeanor, she rarely allowed her absence to sting; she would always find ways to make up for it later with a quiet, observant gesture that showed she’d been watching all along. Yet, there was always that subtle ache, a reminder of the boundaries she held even with those closest to her.

“Got it,” you replied with a reassuring smile, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead as you gathered the last of the bags. “But I’ll keep the tea warm, just in case you change your mind.”

A flicker of amusement passed over her face, and for a moment, you saw the depth of her affection hidden beneath that inscrutable gaze. She stepped closer, her hand finding yours in a rare, public gesture of intimacy that made your pulse quicken. Her grip was firm, almost possessive, and she leaned in, her voice low and meant only for you.

“Good,” she murmured, her thumb grazing your knuckles, sending a chill up your spine. “I don’t want you to forget that you’re mine—even on the busiest days.”

Her words lingered in the air, a soft promise and a reminder of the invisible tether that bound you to her, a connection that time, family, and career had only strengthened. There was no need to reply; she understood your silence as much as your words, a testament to the unspoken language you had shared since the beginning.

With a final squeeze, she released your hand, turning toward the door with her usual brisk pace, her coat swaying with each step. As she left, you couldn’t shake the feeling of her gaze still on you, the invisible mark of her presence that seemed to linger long after she’d gone. It was a mark you wore willingly, even proudly, knowing that to her, you were more than just a partner; you were her anchor, her obsession, the one constant in a world she controlled with clinical precision.

The day passed in a gentle blur. Between errands, managing the household, and tending to the children, you found yourself in the comfortable rhythm of daily life, each task a quiet reminder of the home you and Lauren had built together. Yet, by evening, a soft loneliness settled over you, a familiar ache that came whenever she was away for too long.

You gathered the children for dinner, their laughter and chatter filling the kitchen as they shared stories about their day. They each had bits of her in them—the sharp intelligence, the quiet resilience, and, for better or worse, that keen observance that often left you caught off guard. As the dishes were cleared, their bedtime routines completed, the house fell into a rare, quiet stillness, a stillness you knew would stretch until Lauren’s return.

As midnight approached, you sat curled on the living room couch, a steaming cup of tea in your hands, waiting despite her instructions not to. A distant sense of anticipation filled you, a quiet, expectant energy that grew stronger with each passing hour. You had long since grown accustomed to her late returns, the scent of her coat, the brisk way she would recount her day before collapsing beside you. Yet tonight, something felt different, a subtle shift in the atmosphere, as if even the silence was holding its breath.

It was well past midnight when the door finally creaked open, and there she was, her silhouette framed against the darkened hallway. Her posture was as composed as always, though her face bore the faint exhaustion of a long day’s work. She set her bag down with a quiet grace, her gaze finding you immediately, her eyes narrowing slightly as she noted the tea waiting on the table.

“You didn’t listen,” she said softly, a glint of something unreadable in her expression as she stepped closer. “I told you not to wait up.”

You shrugged, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you held out the cup. “Guess I couldn’t help myself.”

A faint smile graced her lips, a softness breaking through the mask she wore so well. She took the cup from your hands, her fingers grazing yours, and for a moment, the world outside ceased to matter. She sank onto the couch beside you, sipping the tea in thoughtful silence, her gaze far away yet rooted in the here and now, tethered to you.

There was a peace in these quiet moments, a stillness that belonged to the two of you alone. She was still the same Lauren, with her walls and her calculating gaze, yet here, with you, she allowed herself to relax, to let her guard down in a way that felt both sacred and fragile.

Finally, she set the cup down, her gaze returning to you with a fierce, possessive warmth that sent a familiar shiver down your spine. “I can’t stand being away for so long,” she admitted, her voice low, almost vulnerable. “You keep this place together, the children… everything. I don’t say it enough, but—�� She paused, her hand reaching for yours, her grip firm and unyielding. “You’re everything to me. You know that, don’t you?”

Her words settled over you like a vow, a promise steeped in the depth of her obsession, a devotion that went beyond words, beyond reason. You nodded, your thumb brushing over her hand as you met her gaze, a silent affirmation of the bond you shared, a bond that neither time nor distance could weaken.

In that quiet exchange, you felt the full weight of her love, the possessive strength of her obsession, and the unbreakable connection that held you both. And as she leaned into you, resting her head against your shoulder, you knew that, whatever the future held, you were hers, irrevocably and completely, bound by a love that was as fierce as it was enduring.

The first hints of dawn crept through the curtains, bathing the bedroom in a soft, rosy light. Lauren was already up, sitting quietly at the edge of the bed, her gaze distant, a faint frown etched into her brow. You lay nestled beneath the covers, still half-asleep, only vaguely aware of her unusual stillness beside you.

She didn’t often rise before her alarm—it was more like her to snatch every last second of rest she could, guarding her energy for the long day ahead. But this morning was different. She’d felt it all night: a restless, inexplicable ache that tugged at her, lingering even in her sleep, only intensifying as the morning approached. It wasn’t the familiar weariness of her late nights, nor was it her characteristic resolve kicking in at the start of another day. This was something else.

She reached for her phone, an uneasy suspicion forming in her mind as she scrolled, her fingers moving with a methodical precision, pulling up dates, counting backwards, calculating in that sharp, clinical way of hers. Her gaze grew sharper as realization dawned, and suddenly the quiet uncertainty gave way to something far more profound—a fierce, heady excitement tempered by her usual resolve.

A slow, almost disbelieving smile spread across her lips.

As if sensing the shift, you stirred, blinking groggily as you propped yourself up on an elbow, glancing at her with a sleepily questioning look. “Everything alright?”

She looked at you, her expression softer than you’d ever seen, her eyes reflecting a possessiveness laced with undeniable joy. For a moment, she simply took you in, as though committing every detail of this moment to memory, from the warmth of the morning light across your face to the way your eyes searched hers, filled with a trust that she held as dearly as life itself.

Finally, she leaned over, brushing her fingers gently along your cheek, a rare tenderness in her touch. Her words were a whisper, yet they held a quiet thrill, one she could barely contain.

“I’m pregnant,” she murmured, as if saying it aloud would break the fragile beauty of the revelation. “We’re going to have another child.”

The room seemed to hold its breath, your drowsiness slipping away instantly as you absorbed the weight of her words. A warmth flooded your heart, joy mingling with a sense of awe as you reached for her hand, squeezing it with a quiet wonder.

Her gaze never left you, her smile growing as she took in the way your expression shifted, your own delight mirroring hers. The intensity of her stare was unmistakable, filled with the same possessive devotion she had for everything she held dear. And now, with this new life stirring within her, you knew that her fierce love would only deepen, her protective obsession tightening even more around the family you had built together.

Lauren’s hand remained firmly in yours as the two of you sat in that silent, sacred moment, the unspoken promise between you rekindled once again. You were hers, and she was yours—now and always, bound by a love that would shape not only your lives, but the lives of your children, each one carrying a part of that fierce, unbreakable connection you shared.

The new day was just beginning, filled with possibilities, challenges, and the quiet certainty that whatever came next, you would face it together—stronger, and more bound together than ever before.

[uncontrol-freak]

so, here it is. my list of 16 prompts to reflect on.

I have decided to stick to two-days-per-prompt (except the last day because of reason) format to avoid unnecessary pressure I usually feel when facing some sort of daily creative challenge. of course I made this list according to how I approach my compositions but if you feel like joining me in this one, feel free!

prompt list in case you can't read my very funky handwriting:

1-2 significance

3-4 company

5-6 difference

7-8 connection

9-10 consequence

11-12 ordinance

13-14 conversation

15-16 hierarchy

17-18 blood

19-20 presence

21-22 guidance

23-24 recurrence

25-26 comparison

27-28 ability

29-30 devotion

31 the void

[devout-khajiit]

28 Days of Devotion: Day 15

See the challenge here.

15 : What’s a UPG that you got from someone else?

⛤ ⚬ LUCIFER.

I'm gonna be honest, for demonolatry, I hardly interact with the greater demonolatry spheres here on Tumblr. So... there's... not much for me to harvest a UPG from someone else.

⛤ ⚬ ZEUS.

Hmm... I once saw someone mention that He liked coffee. Sadly, I don't drink coffee myself so He never gets coffee, but He's stated that yes, He does.

⛤ ⚬ HEKATE.

That Hekate is as much for black cats as She is for black dogs.

⛤ ⚬ ANUBIS.

I don't... actually interact much with Kemetic faith either, actually? I really don't know why for this one (with demonolatry it's that too many folks appropriate Lilith), so... yeah. Anubis is cool though.

⛤ ⚬ HO-OH.

[ sobs in only knowing about one other person who does Pokepaganism but I've never seen them talk about Ho-Oh ]

[knightofhylia]

28 days of Devotion: Lamkvi

01 : Pick your guide or guides that you'll be doing this challenge for, and talk about them! Explain who they are. the one and only ламия, lamia, lamiya, lamka, mamma mia (prounounced la-mee-yah in american, not lay mee uh.she is not a lamia the monster type, that's just her name. when I address her or sing to her in russian it's more like it's spelled lamya 2 syllables)

02 : Make a devotional playlist. It can be as short or as long as you'd like. What song(s) on it reminds you of them the most?

TOP SONGS

03 : What drew you to this guide in the first place? As a child I was determined to summon demons and ghosts and shit. I messed around with a lot of shit I was waaaay not ready for. Contacted a demon who said that he had the soul of my husband and child from a past life imprisoned. I'm 10 years old trying to figure out how to free spirits from demon prison. They tell me I am carrying the spirit of the child and I need to birth it to free them basically. So that was a Lie XDDD.Literally nothing happens for years. no ghost baby birthed or anything liek that. I start writing stories about a vampire turned into an angel named Lamia. I got the name from googling demons. Years later I'm into witchcraft and have a pretty good chunk of Lamia's story solidified although i stopped writing she was a constant muse for art. As I'm researching demons I come across Lilith, who sounds a LOT like Lamia's lore I had built: former devout christian, refusal to submit to a man lead to her being banished and transformed into a monster. the loss of her child from the transormation makes her target pregnant women and children. Typically seen as a progenitor to other demons. So for a while I pondered around working with lilith but Lamia still felt very different. (so when I go on rants about how lilith is closed, it's because I was where you were once!! I did the research!!!) Lamia was not jewish( nor i) and still had diferences between her and lilith so I stuck with my Lamia. So in short, Lilith is how I got to Lamia.

04 : Who approached who first?  We came together. She's been my main spirit guide since I was a kid! It's hard to say when she stopped being an oc to me and starting being a spirit. I'm sure she's been blasting me with signs all my life.

05 : Tell the story of how you met or first talked. If you've taken an oath or anything like that, tell the story. First time I really remember actually reaching out to her was during a meditation my friend and I did. I meditated on the Justice card and Lamia approached me with a selenite wand and gave it to me. At this point she was just kind of a visual stand in for spiritualness since in her lore she was a deity I was like well why not. I don't remmeber when but I did end up making an oath with her in the past few years. I don't remember the context but in a trance she basically baptized me, I felt her hold me in the water and lower me down and back up and say something like "I am the one who carries you". When I moved 4 years ago and our house was almost swept from right under our feet I prayed that if we got the house I would believe full 100 percent and thus we got the house. So I supposed that was another oath? She was the spirit behind my tarot deck for over 7 years before I got multiple and she finally got her own. She's had 2 decks so far.

[lurkrnolongr]

28 Days of Devotion

Day 28: Wildcard! Talk about whatever the heck you want to here.

Made it through February!! 🥳

When thinking of things to talk about I realized there was one thing I haven’t mentioned yet:

The Yellow Sign

The Yellow Sign, while mentioned in several stories in The King in Yellow, is never fully described in the text. The version above is, to the best of my knowledge, from Chaosium’s Call of Cthulhu RPG and is usually the most common version of the Yellow Sign.

Now the Sign is often seen as a symbol directly tied to the King in Yellow, either as a symbol of His authority or as mark to draw in His influence.

For PCP or Pop-culture Magical use I think it’s a good idea starting point, but personally designing your own version of The Sign has the potential to be a more potent symbol especially for devotional work.

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

15 Day BL Challenge - Part 2

Day 28 - What Love scene gripped you?

This is another tricky one, because there are so many dimensions to why a particular scene can be gripping. And we also have so many good ones to choose from these days!

But I think I have to go back to one of the first that hit me deeply, with Li Cheng & Mu Ren in History 4: Close to You.

Because the writing does such a solid buildup to their love scene, we get a proper culmination of all that's come before, and it's the reason they are my favorite friends-to-lovers arc.

There are a lot of aspects of their relationship that are comedic. Li Cheng is a total himbo who thinks that licking someone while declaring your feelings is a totally rational thing to do

and Mu Ren is the ice prince who gets drunk and cries when he thinks Li Cheng wants him as a side piece.

They are both total idiots, and also have zero romantic experience with other men, so as their relationship develops, they go through all the cliche stuff around who tops & bottoms.

And the show could have kept this all in the realm of the comedic or the cliche. But it doesn't!

They actually love each other enough to gain a few brain cells and start working through it. Li Cheng goes to a gay friend for help on the mechanics, Mu Ren does research and orders necessities.

And they have a really sweet discussion where they agree there's no reason to rush or force anyone into a role they don't want. They can take their time and let things happen.

And then, we get the climax of what happens when Li Cheng is at risk from the story's villain, and Mu Ren sets out to save him.

Of course some of what happens is thanks to the manipulations of our little psycho stepbrother-loving Yong Jie, but the important point is how utterly devoted to each other these two are. Mu Ren is going to save his man from ruin even if it means engaging with his assaulter, and Li Cheng absolutely loses his ever-loving shit at the idea that someone else could lay hands on Mu Ren.

The buildup of all their years of loving each other so deeply as friends, and the months of realizing they want more, and just how much they need each other all just explodes, and they just go for it. And Mu Ren pulls out the giant lube bottle with the sexiest "do me now" face, and everything is so passionate and loving and consensual, and they don't remotely care about the toxic masculine BS that bothered them before in their desperate need to be physically connected.

Also Li Cheng is to date the only man I have ever seen in media who is delighted to have an average size penis, so he doesn't have to worry as much about hurting his boyfriend. Well done, sir.

[peddlestox-shinyrocks]

Lalapril 2025 Megapost

Day 1: Problem

Day 2: Fall

Day 3: Azure

Day 4: Hunger

Day 5 Random Picture 1

Day 6: Potential

Day 7: Wisp

Day 8: Coil Random Picture 2

Day 9: Trance

Day 10: Fever Random Picture 3

Day 11: Muse

Day 12: Leisure

Day 13: Wander

Day 14: Gate

Day 15: Crown

Day 16: Burden

Day 17: Mask

Day 18: Allied (ignore mature label, tumblr is being stupid)

Day 19: Toast Random Picture 4

Day 20: Vista

Day 21: Devotion

Day 22: Echo

Day 23: Collect

Day 24: Resist

Day 25: Respite

Day 26: Rewind Random Picture 5

Day 27: Memory

Day 28: Life

Day 29: Golden

Day 30: Solution

Personal challenge of most pictures being in the new world.... check ✅️

Well this was a fun challenge. And maybe I'll sprinkle in more pictures of my gobbiefel as the months go on.

And some other stuff. Character building stuff.

I haven't forgotten my ship for her! Brain doesn't want to sit down and write it even if we both agree: kyuuuuuute!!!!

But Guns and Goblins is still a thing.

[athenaeum-of-the-herald]

The story of my newfound devotion to Hermes ♡

I had made a couple of posts on how "Hermes stole my lunch money" and it took some time to really step back and see the situstion for what it really was.

So the $20 wasn't properly mine, it was my dad's. The window was barely cracked and the money was sitting in the cup holder but when we weren't looking it just seemed to vanish. I searched the entire car, wasn't there. Checked our pockets and my purse, wasn't there. I know I took it out and put it in the cup holder because we were $20 short. My dad got really angry about it and when that happens he gets tunnel vision and it essentially ruins the entire day.

So I opted to just replace the money with $20 from my own stash. Mind you, my dad doesn't know about my stash. It's small, about $300 and I'm saving to hopefully someday move out and live on my own. So I said I had found the original $20 which fixed his mood and in effect, saved the day.

That said, I was pretty bummed about having to give up my money, it's not easy for me to save and $20 is still a decent chunk from the pile. But then something happened. I got a tarot reading request, something that rarely happens. And not just a singular small reading, 3 in 1 which amounted to $28. I had made back my $20 and gained an extra $8. And it happened almost immediately after I had given up my money.

It felt like I had been tested. Put in a predicament that forced me to decide if I would do the right thing. And I feel like I passed. I hadn't thought about it in the moment, but the events lined up too well to be a coincidence. What are the odds I would constantly be thinking about Hermes, and then this happens?

But I was still worried. Maybe Hermes was always on my mind because I had liked a few posts about him here on Tumblr and the algorithm was just showing me a lot of him, the same has been happening with Apollon. So today I took to tarot and just asked directly. A simple one card pull, upright for yes and reversed for no, and I asked if it was Hermes testing me.

Upright. Not just an upright card, the upright King of Wands. I had passed a test given to me by Hermes himself. And while it wasn't something anyone else would bat their eyes at, it was a very significant challenge for me. I had been wondering if he had been open to my potential devotions and this felt like he was saying "Come here kid, I'll take you."

I feel like crying, what a feeling.

[brenda-walsh-ministries]

This Too Shall Pass

There are days no matter how hard you try, it’s a struggle to keep motivated and stay positive. Perhaps your day started out right with personal devotions and prayer but then . . . the washer broke and water flooded the floor, or you had a flat tire and spent two hours on the side of the road, or even worse, you sent a confidential email to the wrong person! Everyone has a bad day some time or another, but how you react to it is what matters. The important thing is to just give it all to Jesus! Don’t get angry - let God handle it! Don’t let life’s challenges distract you from carrying out the ministry God has called you to do. There are certain to be many roadblocks in your life’s journey - just remember, you are not defined by the trials but by how you react to them. The Bible tells us in Romans 8:28, “And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to His purpose.” When your dreams are shattered, your health is gone, your friendships betrayed, you’ve been hurt by loved ones, you’re in a financial crisis, or you’re just having a bad day, don’t panic - not even our troubles last forever. As President Abraham Lincoln said, “This too shall pass.” God will give you the strength, courage, and wisdom you need to face every crisis, so don’t lose faith. Take a deep breath, exhale slowly, and reach out for God’s outstretched hand. Then, hold on tight . . . and keep holding on! Text: Psalm 18:16-19, Romans 5:3-4, Psalm 9:9, 2 Corinthians 1:4

Bible Texts:

Psalm 18:16-19 KJV - He sent from above, he took me, he drew me out of many waters. He delivered me from my strong enemy, and from them which hated me: for they were too strong for me. They prevented me in the day of my calamity: but the LORD was my stay. He brought me forth also into a large place; he delivered me, because he delighted in me.

Romans 5:3-4 KJV - And not only [so], but we glory in tribulations also: knowing that tribulation worketh patience; And patience, experience; and experience, hope:

Psalm 9:9 KJV - The LORD also will be a refuge for the oppressed, a refuge in times of trouble.

2 Corinthians 1:4 KJV - Who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God.