#feelin devotional today

[grimesgirll]

it’s rare that rick is home with you in the middle of the day. 

typically, the group leader was off on a run, an errand, or dealing with the duties that came with being constable. but not today! today he was home. you’d even woken up to him beside you, a rarity.

you’d woken up with his taut arms wrapped around you and a nose nuzzled into your neck. the urge to stay overwhelms you but you’ve got to put together some breakfast. you’re slipping out of bed when you feel two arms drawing you back.

“where are you goin’? i thought we were sleeping in today.”

“you never sleep in.” you reminded him.

“except for’ today.” he exhaled into your hair, reaching a hand up to play with one of your french braids. “morning, silly girl,” he greeted, traveling his hand up to cup one of your breasts.

you gasped, breathing deeply as he increases the pressure. “doesn’t seem like you wanna sleep.”

“nope.” the sheriff answered, popping the p. 

god, you wished he could be home every morning to have you squirming. he plunged a sticky finger into you. “another one, please.”

“since you asked so nicely.”

you shuddered at the second addition. grinding back against him, he continued his peace signed shape ministration inside of you. 

“and since you’re gripping me so tight, why not another one?”

“ah!”

“that’s it.”

“mhmmm,” you droned into the pillow.

“feelin’ okay, silly girl?”

“so good, daddy!”

 you didn’t have to see his smirk. you just feel the absence of his fingers. your hips shift in anticipation.

“want me to fuck you nice and dumb on my cock early this morning, baby?” rick questioned with a cocky, sleepy grin. “want me to stuff you, silly girl?” 

your head was bobbing yes immediately and that’s all he needed to pull down his boxers and drive right into you. 

it doesn’t matter if you had a degree in molecular biology or rocket science before all this, you’re still rick’s silly girl. 

his lovely little housewife - the one waiting at home to get fucked to the moon and back on his cock. the same cock that had made your eyes widen when you first saw it. 

you’d never mention it to rick but shane had to really be something for lori fuck everything up with rick over him. yeah, lori thought rick was dead but everything afterwards? you would’ve been head over heels overjoyed to see your man again. 

that’s how you’d felt every time rick came back from a risky run. it was scary to imagine a time when he may not come home. you chose to put it out of your mind and enjoy the organ restructuring dick inside of you.

its owner couldn’t hold himself back from slamming into you on your side. there was never anything more relaxing for rick than being balls deep inside of you - well, maybe being down your throat. 

“my silly girl,” he breathed into your hair. 

it took you two a while to make it to the kitchen. it took even longer to make breakfast after you learned that carl had taken judith over to eugene’s to look into a telescope. 

with the house empty, rick gets to devote an hour to his favorite past time: fucking you against the counter. 

you and rick had stumbled downstairs in your pajamas but they’re scattered on the floor now. you lovers are too enthralled in grinding your bodies as close to each other as possible. rick is on a mission to shove his massive cock as deep inside of your tight cunt as possible. of course, it’s tight fit and a delicate dance of not blowing out your cervix.

the early shocks of your fourth orgasm of the day - second against the counter - make themselves known in a way you can’t ignore.

“you’re hitting all the right spots, rick,” you croon, gazing back at him all fucked out.

you feel him twitch inside of you. he can’t help but lose his mind seeing you so needy beneath him at this time of day. god, he needs to be home more.

“anything for you, pretty girl. you like this?” he lays a firm two fingers on top of your clit.

“mhmmm,” you confirm with a nod. 

your leader takes your murmurings as a go ahead to adopt an intense rhythm; his shaft delivering rapid fire contact with your spongy feel good parts inside while his hand strategically cups your clit. 

his solid length saws into you without any regard for your sensitive pussy. the dull pain pairs well with the pleasure as your clit is lavished in attention and your insides feel like they’re about to come apart around the thick ridges of rick. feeling him bare inside of you equates to pure bliss. 

because just like your cookie dough, you like it raw. 

“can’t wait!” you strain.

ugh, he’s gonna have you exploding again. you’re going to be blacking out for a split second and going soft brained. rick doesn’t need to pound into you to send you to a cloud higher than nine. it’s like you’re not even in the room - not even on earth.

last time rick had fucked one of those mind numbing, leg shaking orgasms out of you. he didn’t even stop for the smoke detector or the smell of torched green beans. he’d seared kisses up your neck from behind and without the will to hold out, he’d snuck you away from your task at hand - a green bean casserole - and instead fucked you silly next to the shoe rack.

he only broke the habit of fucking you through the smoke detector when carol told him off and he realized it was a waste of food. 

you’d both been embarrassed at carol walking into the kitchen to rescue your burnt casserole and discover you and rick disheveled coming out of the mud room. 

after a long day of bullshit, rick wants nothing more than to come home to the beautiful home you’ve made for them. to spend quality time in the home and spend himself in you; always earning a couple of releases from you in the process. 

“can’t wait!” you whimper.

“so you want two?”

you nod. you love when rick gives you back to back pleasure. he’s like the best at it. that is when daryl’s not bullying his way between your legs. 

speak of the devil, daryl’s trudging into the kitchen. figures. you and rick must’ve been so into it that you didn’t hear the mud room door. actually, that’s a lie. rick probably heard the door and just banked on you being too wrapped up in cumming around him like you are now to notice.

the archer is treated to the perfect display of your pulsing pussy as you gush all over the counter. he whistles as some of your slick dribbles down the cabinet drawers. 

“shouldn’t have expected anything else on rick’s day off.” he quips.

the brunette sex god playing chicken with your cervix just snorts, not stopping or slowing down the convergence of his hips and yours for anything. “shouldn’t be draggin’ mud through here.” he advises through gritted teeth.

“daryl,” you pant, overwhelmed by both the aftershocks of your climax and the prospect of mud on your floors.

“sorry, wasn’t very nice and clean in norfolk. but hey, we came here and back with fuel and MREs all before noon, so i wouldn’t be too disappointed.”

“i’m gonna make her cum four times before noon.” rick declares, hammering more frantically into you. 

“rick, slow down,” you pant again. 

“you good, honey?” rick checks in, stilling his thrusts to wait for your reply.

“rosita’s class really took it out of me yesterday. all the muscles are sore,” you complain, eyes watering a bit from your orgasm and the mild throbbing pain in your tightened muscles. 

“poor baby’s feelin’ sore?”

daryl confirms with a nod. “she’s not breathing and stretching like you should when she’s lifting.”

rick gives you a disappointed look. “maybe you’ll take a break from your weight lifting classes. huh, honey?”

you groan and pout.

“then you two need to help me practice kegels.”

“we’ll start now,” the sheriff instructs you. his hands couldn’t be cemented further into the curves of your hips. 

with daryl watching from across the counter, you do your best to remember the motions of a kegel. you squeeze. it feels like you’re doing so randomly but rick is bucking his hips again. as long as he’s not correcting you, it’s good enough. not like he’ll last long anyways. 

you’re irresistible to him, all hot and bleary eyed. 

like the time he fucked you up against a hedge at the community picnic. you two were tucked away in the woods of course but that didn’t make it any less naughty when you sauntered back up the hill and to your picnic blanket with cum inside of you. 

you look just like you did then. hair coming undone from your bedtime braids, tears threatening to fall on the countertop, and your pussy holding on tight and not letting him go. 

you expect to be empty once you’re done spasming around the thick rod inside of you and rick had filled you up completely. the breath is knocked out of your lungs when feel another cock take his place.

“daryl!”

“i know that you can take one more, baby. you love being stuffed one after another.”

“that she does,” rick corroborates.

the constable is in your view so now you can relish in the sight of him finding his clothes while daryl tries to do you in once and for good.

“fuck, dare’!” you wince as he pile drives into you from behind.

“sorry, baby,” he apologizes into the crook of your neck, lowering down and crushing you further into the counter. “just missed you out there. i never find anything as perfect as you.”

“mhmmm,” you babble and squeak in time with his thrusts.

“you really needed the pounding today? huh, hon’?” 

you nod your head the best you can for rick.

“almost there, fucking pretty little bitch.”

daryl feels your reaction on his cock as you shudder around him.

“you like being called a pretty little bitch?”

“maybe,” you stutter.

the auburn haired man fucking rick’s cum into you chuckles. “yeah, i feel how much you like it grippin’ me up so tight.”

“her pussy’s got a killer grip.” rick agreed.

“you ‘bout ready to cum all over this cock? you wanna cum? pretty little thing.” daryl huffs with each thrust.

“yes!” you cry out, tensing around his cock. “please, dare’!”

“silly girl’s gonna make a mess of your cock,” observes the peanut gallery.

“whenever you’re ready, pretty girl,” daryl whispers in your ear.

truth be told, just the heat from his breath on your air had your overworked cunt going off like a sparkler around him.

“daryl, daryl, daryl!” you chant.

the panic in your voice is that of someone falling off a cliff but you’re just nosediving into your orgasm with your boyfriend spearing you on his cock.

the shuddering turns into small aftershocks and your legs eventually still as you bask in the post-orgasmic bliss you’re experiencing of the fifth time today. rick gives you a condescending smirk when he realizes the exact moment daryl’s cum trickles into you. you can’t hide how satisfied you are being so warm and full.

the man withdrawing from your spent pussy points to rick’s snack.

“what’s that?” daryl inquires, referring to the jerky rick is chowing on.

“oh, that’s the jerky i made!” you chirp, peeling yourself off of the countertop. “i’m getting pretty good at jerky. wanna try some? carol’s teaching me how.”

“why not?”

you pull a piece from the ziplock bag that rick holds out for you and gingerly pop it into daryl’s mouth. 

“what do you think?���

he shrugs. “i’d share it with dog - not entirely though.”

you slap his shoulder playfully. “i’m still a beginner. it’ll get better.”

“i think it’s great, sweetheart.” rick compliments, manhandling you to his side of the counter and help you step into your newly discovered sleep shorts.

then you’re being pulled into his lap despite your protests. “rick! i have to make breakfast!” you already had explained to them countless times before why you couldn’t cook topless.

rick and daryl share a look and a snicker before rick is locking you in his seated embrace and daryl is grabbing a carton of eggs from the fridge.

“i got it, princess,” daryl hums. “you just take care of rick.”

“i wanted to make breakfast for you on your day off!” you complain, giving rick another pout.

he shakes his head at you. “you know where i want you on my day off, hon’? right here.” to solidify the point, he drags you down onto him, clutching a breast and attacking your neck with his lips.

“already?” you’re asking, punctuating the question with a ragged breath.

“oh, i can go all day today, sweetheart.”

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Heavy on The Heart

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: Since the fall, the readers been struggling with her mental health and, given the state of the world, there's not a lot of resources for them. But they didn't have Joel when it first fell, now they do.

Warnings: Mental health struggles, sadness, angst but happyish ending.

Word Count: 1.2k

A/n: There was a need for this character apparently so I decided to take it upon myself and write it for the lovely @causeimhappinesss!

On days like these, the world just seems bleaker than other days.

Its the feeling of water in my lungs when I first wake up, a gasping, clearing my throat, uncomfortable feeling that sits in the front of my mind- clear your throat one more time, y/n, it'll go away. But it never does. Instead it gets worse, travels from your heart to your lungs, your life devoted muscle pumping suddenly at the speed of life and banging against your ribs.

Between the drowning feeling and the motorboat running rampant in my chest, it's like a can't breathe, can't afford to get out of bed because it'll just get worse with every step away from my bed that I take.

I know that Joel will be coming soon, picking me up so we can go on runs for the low life's of the city, trading worthless things for things that could eventually help us get to Tommy, to get to safety. But the thought of seeing him makes me want to cry and the thought of having to put a brave face on and fake being completely and utterly miserable and anxious- it makes me more miserable and more anxious.

The knock on my door has me rolling away from it, deciding to face the window instead so the first thing Joel sees aren't the dark bags beneath my eyes and the scowl on my lips. Our frowns will at least match.

He steps into my apartment, I can hear the thick boots thudding against the wood floor until he enters my room cautiously, fingers rapping against the wall as he clears his throat. I give him a simple hum of acknowledgment and my heart begins to beat faster as I watch him step around the bed, eyes finally meeting mine.

"Hey." He whispers, sitting down beside me on the bed with a simple tilt of his head, looking over me with a soft, worried expression. "You okay?" He asks and he reaches out to rest his hand on my hip through the blanket, just his touch makes me want to fold into myself and cry.

"Not feeling up to the run today." I mutter with a tremble, my lip shaking as a cold sweat shines on my body. "You and Tess can go without me." I wave him off, pulling my blanket further up onto my shoulders as I snuggle further into the safety of my bed, wishing nothing but to sink into my mattress completely.

"What're you feelin'?" He asks, leg bouncing nervously.

"I don't want to talk about it." My once sad mood turns sour and I begin to feel angry at Joel for asking me so many questions and it makes me more angry to be angry at Joel for no reason. He doesn't know any better, he's just worried but for some reason by brain chooses to be annoyed by his affection that he rarely shows in the first place.

"Okay." He nods sternly but there's a sense of disapproval in his eyes as he gazes down at me. "But you can," he pauses, rubbing circles into my hip with a soft smile, "talk about it, I mean."

"I know, Joel." I sigh, clutching the blankets to me as I sit up, his eyes suddenly widening at my sudden closeness. His arm adjusts, wrapping around my waist to keep me propped up against him, my fingers busying themselves with messing with the buttons on his jacket. "Sometimes I just wake up and have this elephant sitting on my chest. Especially when I think about leaving the apartment. I just wanna stay here." I let out a sign of relief at my own confession, happy that I had the guts to actually admit it to him of all people. We're not the biggest on feeling things, especially with each other. "It's just hard to exist when the worlds like this."

"You're scaring me." He says suddenly, his voice dropping an octave or two at the fear in my own voice.

"I'll be okay." I smile sadly. "Think I'm in an anxious funk."

"You sound fuckin' depressed." He laughs sadly, reaching up to brush some hair from my eyes, thumb lingering against my cheekbone as I just give him a simple shrug, not knowing what to say.

"Don't make fun of me." I tease and I reach out to shove him playfully.

"I'm not, I promise." He whispers, my whole body relaxing into his touch and the way his eyes look over me, as if I'm protected just by his affectionate, caring, worried gaze. "I'll tell Tess to go at it alone. I'll stay here with you." He goes to get up but I reach out to grab his hand in mine, suddenly feeling a bit of a pep to my step as I begin to think about a day at home with Joel, all to myself.

"Yeah?" I ask with a sigh of relief.

"You seem excited." He chuckles, patting my cheek before making his way to his feet, backing up slowly. "Hold your horses, Tess is out in the hallway. Let me go tell her, alright?" He offers with his hands up in surrender and I nod, sitting with my hands folded in my lap but he gives me a firm gesture to rest. "Lay down."

"I'll wait for you." I nod, falling back onto the bed to get comfortable once more, watching until Joel is out of my sight and I can hear them talking out in the hallway.

I can only imagine how this makes me look in Tess's eyes, maybe weak, stupid, the lesser woman, but I can't find it in me to care when I know that I'll have Joel with me, all day, taking care of me and making sure I get through the day.

"Thank you." I tell Joel when he comes back and he's smiling at me with a cute tilt of his head.

"For?" He grunts an old man grunt as he slides down into the bed beside me, holding an arm out to me so I can slide into his side, curving my body against his and I lay my head on his chest, finally back where I've belonged for days.

"Caring about me." I draw circles on his skin through his flannel, ignoring the heat that's rising to my cheeks.

"Don't gotta thank me." He whispers against my hairline and tugs me further against himself, clinging onto me like I matter to do. Because I do. "I care for you like I think about breathing-I don't think, I just do."

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[growup-thatbeautiful]

just for you, honey

for @princessmermaid1289 <3

Summary: You have the birthday blues. Luckily, you also have Benny to cheer you up.

Warnings: mentions of overwork, stress, kissing

Word Count: 1k (ik it’s short, i just wanted to get back to it and this was super cute)

~*~

You wake up and know, instinctively, that today is going to be a hard day. It’s not like you don’t enjoy your birthday- you do just about as much as anyone else enjoys getting older- but there’s something about today that makes you want to hide in your room.

Maybe it’s because you’ve been working so much recently. Every day it seems like a million little things go wrong, whether it’s a meeting that get cancelled and rescheduled during your lunch or your favorite coffee shop doesn’t have your order available. By the time you make it home, you’re exhausted, and all you want to do is crawl in bed. You snap at friends, which you have hardly seen at all recently, and it feels like all you’re doing is annoying them with your problems.

It’s been completely and utterly exhausting, and you don’t know how to make it better. Everything your try, favorite foods and comfort music, doesn’t seem to help. But Benny, your sweet, ever positive Benny has been doing his absolute best to keep up with you. At night, he makes your tea and kisses you good morning when you have to leave before the sun is even up and he leaves for his run. He meets you at work and doesn’t complain when all he does is listen to you rant about Blake from finance who won’t listen to a thing you say.

And this morning, he’s doing everything he can to make you smile. First, he woke you up with coffee in bed, made just how you like it, a smile on his face.

“Happy birthday, honey,” he had whispered against your temple with a kiss. “I hope you’re ready.”

“For what?” you had asked, pulling him down next to you on the white bedsheets. You had immediately settled into his side, his broad arm coming around your shoulders.

“I can’t tell you yet,” he smiled, “But it’s good, I swear. When have I ever led us the wrong way?”

You had given him a deadpan glare before curling further into him.

You could talk with him forever, you really could. He’s sweet and utterly devoted to you and there’s no one you’d rather talk to. There’s nothing more you’d rather do than lay here in bed with him, letting his hands gently trace patterns over your skin as his eyes pour into yours.

You find yourself enveloped in his presence, just like you usually do. Your coffee has long since cooled and you don’t really have an excuse to still be laying in bed, but it’s your birthday. You might as well make the most of it.

“I guess we should get the day started,” Benny says, a gleam in his eyes that tells you he’s up to something. “If only someone had a plan.”

“What did you do?” you accuse, narrowing your eyes. “Spill, Miller.”

“I didn’t do anything Pope didn’t approve of first,” he defends, raising his eyebrows. “There’s nothing to worry about.”

“What are you talking about?” you ask, laughter in your voice. “Benjamin Miller, tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”

“Okay, okay,” he concedes. “I know you’ve been stressed recently, been feelin’ down, and I know that’s not who my girl is. You-“ he continues, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “Are sunshine peeking through clouds and the smell of flowers when I least expect it. You’re my person, baby, and it’s been hard for you lately.”

“Benny,” you say softly, leaning in closer to him and grabbing his hand. “What are you talking about?”

Benny smiles, bright like the morning outside “I’m takin’ you on a little vacation. We’re going on a road trip, honey.”

You let it sink in for a moment, before your brain catches up to you. “Where are we going?”

“Anywhere you want to,” he whispers, leaning in close to you. The familiar smell of mint gum and something earthy and distinctly Benny fills your senses as he mouths along your jaw. “We have the whole world in our reach. Just say a place and we’ll go.”

“Really?” you ask. You’re sure that disbelief is written all over your face, which means that Benny definitely knows. He’s been trained to read people, to know their body language, and you’re no exception. He knows every one of your fidgets and idiosyncrasies, and could read them with his eyes closed.

“Yeah, really,” he confirms. His hand, broad and calloused from years of work, cups your face gently. Something capable of such violence holding you so sweetly. “Let’s have an adventure, baby.”

You don’t have a response for him other than to throw yourself into his arms, your coffee on the side table rocking precariously as you tumble through the sheets. Benny lets out a breathless laugh as his hands grip your waist immediately, holding you on top of him.

“So, where are we going?” Benny asks you. “I got a full tank of gas and a bag of snacks.”

Knowing Benny, he means what he says. If he says you can go anywhere, then you can go anywhere. He’ll drive as far as you ask him to, sleeping in dingy motels and living off of gas station snacks. “How about Texas?” you suggest. “We haven’t seen your family in a while.”

“As much as I would love for you to see all my baby pictures, this isn’t about me. Come on,” he urges. “Think big, honey.”

So many images flash through your mind: skyscrapers glinting in sunlight, striped awnings with potted plants, snowy mountaintops with string lights. But you get stuck on one thing in particular. “Can we go to the beach?” Your voice is quiet, scared he’ll say no.

You have no reason to worry, though, because you never do. With a contagious grin, Benny says, “That sounds perfect, honey. Let’s get some sun.”

Your smile is just as wide as his is when he rolls over and pins you underneath him, raising his eyebrows and cupping your face.

“You want to go to the beach, Miller?” you grin, tracing a pattern with your thumb across his cheek. “Show off all that working out you do?”

“Why, honey?” he grins, “You want to watch?”

“Shut up,” you roll your eyes. “I have a long car ride to not get annoyed with you, don’t start it now,” you warn.

“You love me,” Benny scoffs. “And not just because I look good in a bathing suit.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” you tease. “I’m pretty shallow.”

Benny laughs and pulls you out of bed behind him, leading you to the closet. “I guess we’ll find out. For now, though, someone should get to packing. I was serious about the full tank. I’m ready whenever you are, baby.” With that, he leaves you to your suitcase, whistling as he walks away. Over his shoulder, he calls, “Happy birthday, honey.”

You have a feeling it’s going to be a memorable day.

[biitchcakes]

REPOST & LIST 6 SONGS THAT INSPIRE YOU TO WRITE YOUR MUSE .

In no particular order. . .

What's Up? ⸺ 4 Non Blondes

And so I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed Just to get it all out what's in my head And I, I am feeling a little peculiar And so I wake in the morning and I step outside And I take a deep breath and I get real high And I scream from the top of my lungs "What's going on?"

I'm Still Standing ⸺ Elton John

You could never know what it's like Your blood, like winter, freezes just like ice And there's a cold, lonely light that shines from you You'll wind up like the wreck you hide behind that mask you use And did you think this fool could never win? Well look at me, I'm a-comin' back again I got a taste of love in a simple way And if you need to know while I'm still standin' You just fade away Don't you know I'm still standin' better than I ever did? Lookin' like a true survivor, feelin' like a little kid And I'm still standin' after all this time Pickin' up the pieces of my life without you on my mind.

Rhiannon ⸺ Fleetwood Mac

Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night And wouldn't you love to love her? Takes to the sky like a bird in flight And who will be her lover? She is like a cat in the dark And then she is the darkness She rules her life like a fine skylark And when the sky is starless  All your life you've never seen Woman taken by the wind Would you stay if she promised you heaven? Will you ever win?

My Way ⸺ Frank Sinatra

And now, the end is near And so I face the final curtain My friend, I'll say it clear I'll state my case, of which I'm certain I've lived a life that's full I travelled each and every highway And more, much more than this I did it my way Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew When I bit off more than I could chew But through it all, when there was doubt I ate it up and spit it out I faced it all, and I stood tall And did it my way

Cheri Cheri Lady ⸺ Modern Talking

Cheri Cheri Lady, goin' through emotion Love is where you find it, listen to your heart Cheri Cheri Lady, livin' in devotion It's always like the first time, let me take a part Cheri Cheri Lady, like there's no tomorrow Take my heart, don't lose it, listen to your heart Cheri Cheri Lady, to know you is to love you If you call me, baby, I'll be always yours

Stronger ⸺ Britney Spears

Hush, just stop There’s nothing you can do or say I've had enough I'm not your property as from today You might think that I won't make it On my own But now I'm stronger than yesterday Now it’s nothing but my way My loneliness ain't killing me no more I, I'm stronger Here I go, on my own I don't need nobody, better off alone

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[velvet-cupcake-games]

Get Medieval at the Steam VN Fest

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The Steam VN Fest starts today. Are you feelin' Medieval? Make sure to wishlist Made Marion if you haven't already, and also take a moment to check out the lovely Imperial Grace!

If you're a fan of Made Marion, you probably enjoy a kickass Medieval woman and some politically-charged romance. You should also check out Imperial Grace, which shares a lead artist with Made Marion. Play as a powerful empress, guide your empire to prosperity or ruin, and perhaps find love along the way! Check out the demo, it's a lot of fun! Personally, I have a weakness for the grumpy Theodore and the charming Asha, but fans of devoted knights will also love the handsome Alexander!

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[hausofmamadas]

NUGGETS OF BENJAMAYO | aka just gif dump of my madness about 1 measly scene

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For Narcoctober's Day of Visuals - Oct 6th 5th (posted on the 6th cause I generally suck and my life is a mess) leftover from Day 1's fic

Okayokayokay so I made so many extra gifs for my Benjamayo fanfic that were theoretically set aside days ago for the Narcoctober Day of Visuals (I know that much like “fetch” Benjamayo is not a thing but much like the legendary Toaster Strudel heiress, Gretchen Weiners, I am very much trying to make it happen) and legit thought the prompt was Oct 6, not Oct 5 but I already have an amnesty day post technically I haven’t gone to sleep yet …? So technically yesterday is still today regardless of the date...? and I can’t not share these bc LET ME DO TELL YOU, I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS INTERACTION FOR LITERAL YEARS NOW so without furtherado

The scene in question: Benjamin schmoozing at Dina’s wedding, shaking babies and kissing hands, spots Mayo and decides, fuck it- he’s in a good mood! Little social butterfly, precioso is feelin’ himself. It’s a wedding, love is in the air! Why not take a moment to go flirt chat with Mazatlan’s very own Camarón King of actual sex Not Giving A Fuck About Anything Pretty Much Ever, Ismael El Mayo Zambada and this is how it starts off. First, Mayo asks the waiter?/waitress? if the shrimp in the shrimp cocktail is fresh but manages to pose it in the most sexy way, it’s actually borderline disturbing just how fucking hot this man is asking about fucking shrimp of all fucking things then again, passion in one’s professional pursuits is pretty hot …? But like no, I really don’t think that’s what’s happening here

Then Mín, little pep in his step, La Reina del Baile, glowing even more than the bride herself, strolls up and basically is like, “Bish, that’s a spiffy new hat. You buy that with the money you made movin’ shit through my plaza? cause there’s more where that came from if you’re interested in a sugar daddy🤭”

At which point Mayo is lowkey like🫣 oh god, what do I say now. Is he trying to strong arm me, what’s the angle. I really don’t wanna start shit rn, I’m so full of shrimp, like ngl I don’t even think I could run away without making myself sick and he tries to keep things simpatico but like the extra mile he goes??? This sly mf is smiling at Mín in a way that resembles a little too closely how he smiled at the waiter/waitress. And sure, maybe we can chalk that up to just Mayo a ho. He a May-ho sry, I just– you know I set myself up to spike that ball and I couldn’t not no matter how bad it was sksksksks and Mín rolls with it, he does one of those blind-and-miss-it thousand yard stares which I will devote an entire gif set post to later bc he does it more than once throughout the show and it’s actually devastating and shoots his shot, “pero imagínate que no tuvieras qué”

So anyway, this establishes what? Mayo a May-ho, right. And Mín is lowkey liiiiiiiiiiiiving for this shit bc he thinks he’s got an in. And do you know what tf this savvy, spritely little Drug Lord Dilf-Nymph of Tijuana does????????? something Miguel would never dream of doing in a million years, not just bc he’s homophobic asf and deeply insecure about his entire general essence as a human being, but he doesn’t have a fucking f r a c t i o n of the affable, boyish charm that Mín does HE FUCKING FLIRTS RIGHT BACK. TAKE ONE GOOD GOTDAMN LOOK AT THE GIFS BELOW AND TELL ME HES NOT FLIRTING. YOU DONT FULL-BODY SCAN SOMEONE UP AND DOWN LIKE THEYRE THE FUCKING THANKSGIVING TURKEY AND YOU HAVENT EATEN IN DAYS UNLESS YOU’RE SEXING THEM IN YOUR MINDDKSSKSJWB I MEAMaaaan–

BUT DSKWJWJWIEIWJWJSB THE BEST FUCKING PART ABOUT THIS ENTIRE THING?????????? MAYO IS SO DOWN FOR IT. THE SHIT-EATING GRIN HE GETS ON HIS FACE LIKE MANS IS SO GODDAMN FLATTERED, MANS IS SO ABOUT IT, HES LITERALLY THAT GIRL DAFFYDUCK GIF, ALL BATTING HIS EYELASHES AND UNDRESSING SEDUCTIVELY, OKAY LIKE

WHERE IS THE LIE Spoiler alert: IT’S NOWHERE, THERE IS ONLY TRUTH OKAY and then Mayo does this real cute thing all appealing to the control freak in Mín, saying he likes to be his own boss, “no más que tú sabes” and all that AND THEN, AAAAAAND THEEEEEENNNNNNN FOLKS HE JUST. KEEPS. ON. MF. GRINNING. AS IF HE COULD GRAB MIN BY THE TINY LAPELS OF HIS TINY SUIT AND PLANT A BIG WET ONE RIGHT THERE ON HIM, RIGHT ON THE DANCEFLOOR IN FROMT OF ALL THOSE PEOPLELWKWJW W

and then he has to scramble for something else to say bc he knows good goddamn well that they've been making eyes at each other for far, far too long, so he's like "ohshitohshitohshit ohhhhh look there's Azul, the closest boner killer within reach besides Rayo hey, you know where home is!!!!!" AND THEN MIN, FUCJINGAKSJFNLKQJWELKJN DOES THIS WAY-TOO-INTIMATE HEAD NOD AND SMIRK, THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR COMING TO MY PARTY ERM IMEAN DINA'S WEDDING, IF YOU'RE EVER IN TOWN GIRL CALL ME

NO BUT EVERYONE LITERALLY SHUT UP AND SITDOWN ALL FIVE OF YOU BCTTHENNNNSI;RAJQPO23IJRPOQJIWEFOH THE WAY MAYO SAYS CLARO, AND IT'S THE EXACT WAY I WOULD IMAGINE LIKE HOW HE'D GOODBYE LOVE PAT A ONE NIGHT STAND ON THE SHOULDER AS HE'S OPENING HIS FRONT DOOR FOR THEM TO LEAVE ???????? IDK IDKIDKIDKDA;WOJEF;AOIJ AND THEN THE LITTLE PRIVATE LOOK OF LIKE "idk what the fuck that was but I'm- y'know i really didn't hate it......"

it just- i mean i'm sure we're all in agreement that i'm insane but like what other conclusions am i supposed to draw in the face of this raw, objective evidence

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taglist: @narcosfandomdiscord, @narcolini, @ashlingnarcos, @drabbles-mc

[devildom-drabbles]

Hi! So my birthday is coming up on October 27th, and so I was wondering if you could do something where the OM! characters celebrate your birthday, or how they would celebrate with you? Sorry if this is too much to ask😅 but if you can't do all seven brothers and/or dateables, can you please include Mammon and Diavolo? Tysm if you do this, and if not that's alright. <3

Happy (early) Birthday to you, Anon! 🎉 I hope you have a wonderful day! All of the demon brothers and dateables would be super excited to celebrate their favorite human’s birthday and would ensure it was filled with nothing but fun and happy memories—and, well, maybe a few antics, knowing this group. Unfortunately, I’m not accepting requests that include all of the characters at this time, so I will just do Mammon and Diavolo. Thanks for the prompt! Enjoy!

How would Mammon and Diavolo celebrate MC's birthday?

Depending on where MC is at the moment the clock strikes midnight, Mammon would either call the human or barge straight into their room to wish them a happy birthday.  He’s your first, MC, so of course he had to be the first one to tell you!  N-No other reason!  Anyway, after chatting together for a bit, he’ll then instruct them to go straight to sleep so that they can be up in time for the activities he has planned for them that day.  He’d been organizing everything in secret, and boy, was it hard for him not to blurt out anything that would ruin the surprise. (There were way too many incidents where that nearly happened, much to his dismay.)

A party with everyone is a must, but aside from that, Mammon ensures that he’s the only one with MC as they follow his itinerary, filled with everything that the human enjoys along with things that they’ve brought up wanting to do at some point.  His goal is to make this one of the greatest days of their life, so the more that he sees them smile, the more that he feels rewarded for his efforts.  He’ll end the day by taking them on a car ride to a private scenic area where he can give them their birthday present. (Is it an item you’ve been eyeing for a while?  Or something that money can’t buy, that only Mammon could give you?  That depends on what you mentioned to him before this day, MC.  Whatever it is, the Great Mammon remembered it!)

“I know I said it at midnight, but...  Happy Birthday, MC.  I’m real glad I met ya, y’know.  That’s why I went all out for ya today.  You’re the only one I’d put in all this effort for, so ya better be grateful!  If ya understand, then start piling on the praise!  And if I’m feelin’ generous, I just might decide to plan an even greater birthday bash for ya next year.”

Diavolo would ask MC about any plans they might have for their birthday ahead of time before inviting them to spend the day (or at least their free time) with him.  He’s made sure that his schedule will be completely clear on their birthday so that he can devote all of his attention solely to the human he holds dear.  When he meets up with MC that day, he’ll wish them a happy birthday and immediately present them with a gift, which turns out to be the first of many.  He came up with the idea to get MC the same number of presents as the age they’ll be turning on their birthday, each one they receive from him being just as unique and/or meaningful as the last.  (Don’t worry, the gifts are not only material goods but also sweet gestures. That way, MC, you’ll still have at least one hand available to hold his hand while you’re together, if you so choose.)

Filled to the brim with excitement, Diavolo will bring MC to a one-day-only event that’s being held in the Devildom.  Hosting a mix of demon and human culture, the food, activities, and attractions at the event happen to be right up MC’s alley.  It doesn’t take long for the prince to admit that he arranged the whole thing for them, but he made it open to the public as well for everyone to enjoy.  After engaging in everything that the event has to offer, Diavolo will lead MC back to the Demon Lord’s Castle, where the others are waiting for them to begin MC’s official birthday party.  Just before the day is over, he’ll sneak out onto the castle balcony with the human to watch a fireworks display (once again, arranged by him).

“Did you have a good time today, MC?  I wanted to make this a special day for the most special person in my life.  Nothing less would do.  I hope you’ll allow me to join you to celebrate again next year, and the many years after that.”

[longeyelashedtragedy]

granit and uhhhhhhhhh šime 😭

i was legit just thinking about šime earlier today 😭

@colorsofmyseason also asked me granit so i will answer š's here and then tag u in that one!

favorite thing about them: man, of everyone who's made an appearance on my favs list, he is absolutely the most mysterious, both because he is mysterious but also because he would rarely do an interview in a language i can understand (tyoma is monolingual but somehow very understandable anyway 😂). šime speaks spanish and english but would only really do interviews in croatian or italian i feel like. so i feel like i know so little about him! but of course: he has the absolute most beautiful footballer tattoos (that BUTTERFLY!!!), fantastic taste in music, and his sense of style--a little more alternative/edgy than other footballers. he's clearly a guy who did his own thing without seeking a lot of external validation, and it was fascinating how he comes across as very mysterious but very steady at once. he's also very uniquely beautiful--there is that "you can tell a lot about a person based on whether they think šime or dejan is hotter" concept 😂 and the whole tungelr knows where i stand on this, but, damn if šime's slutty pirate/širen self isn't captivating to stare at. i miss him SO much and think constantly about how he essentially gave his whole career to the 2018 world cup without realizing.

something else is how humble and normal he always came across. of course you can only know about these people what they put on social media, but back when he was active on there, he was never vacationing to dubai or ibiza or on some yacht--he'd go home to Zadar and repair old cars with a grungy tshirt tied around his head.

least favorite thing about them: that he knocked up some Instagram Hot Lady and got together with her! and disappeared off social media and is made of literal glass! promise i'm not showing favoritism--i don't think šejan had a dramatic and bad breakup, but i think science kind of proves that the breakup was driven by šime bc dej is persistent as fuck and clearly a very devoted long distance boyfriend 😂

favorite line: omg i can't remember the exact translation of it, but it was during the wc when he was like "you film me doing everything, you'd probably film me taking a piss" and dej was like "THAT'S RIGHT!!!" i mean, the šejan lajvs had a ton of classics that i could go back and find, but i'm contractually obligated to say that one

brOTP: ŠLUKA! i loved their drunk asses together at the Slutty Pirate Party in zadar after the wc

there's a lotta good photos but obviously this one has širtless content so... I also feel like šime and domo would make a great brotp.

notp (switching these next two around): probs will piss off some section of gen z tumblr saying this kind of thing but...his girlfriend/fiancee/wife/whoever. just...Not feelin the vibe

otp: i mean...

to see šejan, two grown ass men, in hysterical giggles in their own private world, is something else entirely. those 2 really had something going on. they kind of had "read each other's minds and finish each other's sentences" vibes, except they were usually laughing too hard to even finish a sentence. at the same time, šime's calm, even energy was obviously so healthy for dejan's uh, in the words of Mo, stormy head. it breaks my heart that it is over.

(PLUS. when deki said šime should get his name tattooed on him on šime's pornographic workout livestream...)

(i think all my other photos are on insta somewhere)

random headcanon: i don't think i have one? in mare liberum, i want to figure out the headcanon about how he uh...got Cursed to become...what he is (NO SPOILERS even though i think mare liberum only has one reader lol).

unpopular opinion: idk what would be unpopular? i think that like, his playing when he wasn't injured was super underrated.

song i associate with them: so these are songs i associate with him because i've seen him listening to them:

badr hari by grše | california love by dr dre/2pac | i'm still standing by elton john (LOL) | klinka by jala brat (the song in the background of the Pissing Video).

jgb edit of deixa a gira girar by os tincoãs because i listened to this on repeat while writing 5.VII lol. i think i wrote the entire bathroom porn scene in 1 sitting and i needed something awesome to power me through

and then also... song for the siren by this mortal coil | o meu amor marinheiro performed by carminho (this song makes me cRYYYYyyY...i think it played a big part in inspiring mare liberum)

favorite picture:

ok i know this seems like a copout because it doesn't have his face, but...there's something about it

[jaijaitbinks]

Im feelin' sick af today so I decided to stay home. But I didn't wanna just sleep all day, so I've been making my brain come up with AU ideas + plots for them, and the ones I've come up with are making me feral. And I have a top 3.

The Prince!Saitama, Knight!Genos AU. I've mentioned this one before but never went too in depth with it. There's a whole plot to it, but also some little filler ideas that could work as like. A little extra chapter thing, or an adjacent one-shot. The plot itself is that Saitama and Genos have to go around the Four Kingdoms (each OPM Hero Class is made into a kingdom, and each Rank 1 of each class is the ruler of them. Saitama is the prince of the S-Class kingdom (not actually the name)) and convince the kings/queens to band together before Saitama's parents initiate a war against any of them (as they were planning to do so at the start of the story). All the while, Genos and Saitama are figuring shit out in every sense of the word—how to go about their relationship, Genos' past, who and what the hell Saitama is (cuz shit gets bonkers with him)—all while defending civilians and trying to get those kingdom rulers to shove their pride and work together for like. A month or two. Saitama also plans to dethrone his parents in some way that doesn't involve an assassination, because he wants to fix the mess his parents made and are leaving him to deal with after they pass.

Medusa!Saitama and (sorta) Perseus!Genos. The story of Medusa is, for the most part, is the same for Saitama (won't go into detail because the story has very heavy topics). The only difference is the interaction with Perseus (Genos), which doesn't result in Saitama being killed. Instead, there's an exchange—a deal between them both. This deal was made partially because Saitama was kind and shielded Genos from his curse by closing his eyes, a very blatant expression of peacefulness and trust, and partially because Genos almost instantaneously fell in love with him despite his monstrous features and did not wish to hurt him. The deal was that Saitama promised to let Genos behead him in exchange that he does not leave him to die alone, with feelings of rage in his body. He did not want to die with hatred in his exhausted soul. (Perseus' story is more significantly altered. He was told to get Medusa's head if he wanted to save his mother and father from Polydectes, not to give him a gift.) Genos, feeling sympathy and affection for him, told him he would not behead him, and instead, he asks that Saitama helps him save his family. Saitama agrees to this, and they leave to Seriphos. Along the way, Saitama helps Genos defeat monsters, like the sea serpent Cetus. Unfortunately, when they arrive to Seriphos, they discover Polydectes killed his parents upon finding out Genos had joined with Saitama instead of killing him. They both kill Polydectes and throw his stoned form into the sea.

And Demi-God!Genos, not-really Folk Hero!Saitama. Genos is a protector of the small villages and people who worship his father (or, really, his father-figure) as not only a show of devotion, but also as a show of heroism. He made a vow to use his acquired divine abilities only for good and protection. Saitama is a unknown folk hero—a man who's done over a million and one good deeds, but no one in the world knows he was the one who's done them. He's revered as a "Mortal Deity," a god who walks the earth to protect humans purely out of the good of his heart and love for the world. And, while he does love nature and he does protect people, he has his own selfish motives. Genos, the demigod who prioritizes chivalry, heroism, and selflessness, admires Saitama, because he, too, believes he's a humble god in the form of an ordinary man. Saitama, when they meet by chance, has to tell him he isn't a god, just a humble mortal. And he doesn't realize he's becomes a demigod, like Genos, until well after he and Genos meet. And Saitama has to learn how to cope with the fact he now has the responsibility of caring for mankind on his shoulders.

[greatpestilenz]

Hobie’s Request - Hobie x Reader

   I was swingin' 'round our crib, feelin' all antsy, my heart pumpin' like crazy. Today was the day, bro. The day I've been gatherin' up the guts for, the day I was gonna pop the question to Mc. It took me weeks to build up the courage, but deep down, I knew this was the right time. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with 'em, and I couldn't wait any longer to let 'em know.

   As I peeped at the ring box in my hands, my mind started wanderin' to all the prep work I had done. I took a risk, man. Measured Mc's finger while they were snoozin' peacefully next to me in our bed. Risky move, but I couldn't just straight-up ask 'em without givin' away the surprise. So, I did it all sneaky-like, actin' all lovey-dovey, hopin' I didn't mess up their beauty sleep.

   These past few days, I've been dodgin' plans left and right, cancelin' hangouts with the homies. Not 'cause I didn't wanna chill with Mc – nah, it's the opposite. I needed a way to reach out to their crew on the low, get some help with the proposal. I wanted it to be perfect, man. A moment Mc would treasure forever.

   I reached out to their closest homies, spillin' the beans and sharin' my plan. The excitement and willingness they showed, man, it made me even more determined to make this proposal unforgettable. Their crew became my allies in this epic display of love, coordinatin' the perfect spot and makin' it a magical moment. I owe 'em big time.

   But even with all the careful plannin' and support, my nerves were still ragin'. Doubt and anxiety crept in, makin' my hands shake as I gripped that ring box tight. What if Mc said no? What if they weren't ready for this kind of commitment? Those thoughts kept racin' through my mind, threatenin' to dampen the fire I'd built up.

   I took a deep breath, remindin' myself of our journey together. All the memories we made, the laughs and tears we shared. Mc was my rock, my ride-or-die, the one who made my life a million times better. Our love was strong, and I believed it was time for the next step.

   With my determination reignited, I carefully stashed the ring box in my pocket and glanced at the clock. It was showtime, bro. Now or never. My heart, filled with excitement and a little fear, pushed me forward.

   Before steppin' out, I paused for a sec, takin' one last look at the life we built. Our crib, overflowin' with love and good vibes, felt like the perfect backdrop for the start of our forever. I closed my eyes, whispered a silent prayer, hopin' Mc would say yes and this moment would be forever etched in our memories as the beginnin' of our shared future.

   Takin' a deep breath, I stepped out into the world, ready to make my move. It took a long minute to get here, but in my heart, I knew it was worth it. No matter what happened, I was ready to take this leap of faith and declare my love to the person who meant everything to me.

   As I strolled through the busy streets, my mind was buzzin' with thoughts of Mc. Memories of our adventures and how we always had each other's backs flooded my mind, remindin' me that we were meant to be together.

   I reached the carefully picked spot, my nerves cranked up to eleven. It was a dope park, burstin' with colorful flowers and a chill vibe. The stage was set, but I couldn't shake the wave of anxiety washin' over me. I knew the moment I'd been buildin' up to was finally here.

   Takin' another deep breath, I reached into my pocket and felt the ring box safe and sound. The weight of it gave me reassurance, remindin' me of the commitment and love waitin' for Mc's answer. With newfound courage, I pushed myself to take that next step.

   Mc was waitin' for me at our fave spot in the park, clueless 'bout the life-alterin' question I was 'bout to drop. As I got closer, their smile lit up the whole place, easin' the beats of my racin' heart. Just their presence gave me the strength to keep goin'.

   I took their hands in mine, locked eyes with 'em, tryin' to pour all my love and devotion into that look. The words I practiced a million times in my head suddenly felt insufficient, unable to capture the magnitude of what I wanted to say. But sometimes, actions speak louder than words.

   With hands shakin', I slowly pulled the ring box from my pocket, feelin' the weight of our future in that single moment. Mc's eyes widened in surprise, their mouth formin' a perfect "O" of astonishment. Excitement and nerves danced in the air between us as I cracked open the box, revealin' the symbol of my commitment.

   "Mc," I started, my voice tremblin' with emotion, "since the day we crossed paths, you've been my anchor, my partner in crime, and the love of my life. You've shown me what it means to be cherished and supported, and I can't imagine my future without you by my side."

   Tears shimmered in their eyes, and my heart swelled with joy and anticipation. I kept goin', my voice gettin' steadier as I poured out my soul.

   "Mc, will you do me the honor of bein' my partner for life? Will you marry me?"

   Time seemed to freeze as we held our breath, the weight of that question hangin' in the air. The anticipation was killin' me, and I anxiously waited for their answer, prayin' with every fiber of my being that they'd say yes.

   A smile slowly spread across Mc's face, their eyes filled with overwhelming happiness and love. Their voice, full of emotion, whispered, "Yes, a thousand times yes! I wanna spend the rest of my life with you, Hobie."

   Relief and pure bliss surged through me as I slipped the ring on Mc's finger, sealin' our commitment in one precious moment. The world around us seemed to fade away as we embraced, the weight of the world liftin' off our shoulders, replaced by the promise of a future overflowin' with love and shared dreams. And for our first romantic gesture as fiances, I kissed that pretty little mouth of theirs. I was overwhelmed with so much emotions, man.

   In that park, surrounded by nature's whispers and the birds' joyful songs, we solidified our bond. The nerves and fears that once ruled me transformed into a deep sense of peace and contentment. From that moment on, our lives would forever be intertwined, and I couldn't wait to jump into this epic journey with the love of my life, Mc.

[lordy-lou]

oy comamos y bebamos y cantemos y holguemos, que mañana ayunaremos

woke up feelin the bad brains. technically i suppose it started sometime yesterday. but i guess fuck grading today, we’ll devote it to music instead. let’s learn flamenco strumming and use it with this song, because i don’t have a full backing band.

[thrivinlife02]

-written on 8/21/2020

Just feelin kinda lonely.. It’s a well-known sadness. These tears are my best friends. They have spent more time with me than any person I’ve known. Today was the day she said I need to move out. Get out. Get away with my disrespectful and ungrateful self. Ha ha. Yeah.. I’d like that too. More than you know. I’d like to get away from her and her never-pleased character too. As much as I’d like to say that I’m used to her.. I’m not. I suppose i could suck it up and continue to let her call me “little girl” and selfish.... I should be used to that right? ..but I’m not so sure that I am. You know how little it takes for her to get triggered? I could just look at her wrong and she spurts off with her comments. Just have the slightest wrong tone of voice and she goes for the kill. Oh how I’d love to say things back. But what do I even say? Even though she’s never sorry, I don’t think I could say the things I want to say without knowing they’re just plain cruel. Unnecessary. Hurting. Damaging. Just Damn painful. I so want to not care about her. Not care about any of it. So why do I hold on? Why Hannah? God I just want to be able to feel bad without all the fucking sensitivity. Can I please not have a good day and that be ok??? It is not wrong to have bad days. It is not wrong to have bad days. It is not wrong to have bad days. Please let me be. Let me feel. Please don’t react. Don’t ask what’s wrong. Don’t make me answer. Please let me be. Why is it like this? Why do I have to resort to a secluded room and locked door? Why do i have to hide myself behind secret writing and lonely hurt? Silently crying my heart onto a screen.. I devote this page to you. Because as much as you think you’re perfect.. ...you’re not. You might not always be wrong, but today, ...you were.

[mtnkat3]

8.33am 8.52am

Good morning my loves..... I pray you..... are well & slept ok. Even when pieces are missing... I'm thinking about you . . . . . I miss you . . . . .

I'm really tired, like always. Cold & ache. Body, from physical labors, so good & bad. My soul's confused & aching, which I feel is a bad thing. Because I don't know how to feel right now. What's bothering you . . . . . But is it all my fault? Did God Create me so weird that even you..... my soul's mates.....my beloved Bears . Angels..... are having issues with loving ... wanting to.. me?blushing beet red bowing head chewing lips. See I have to say that's not true though. Because God encourages. Wants me to feel His Love thru you..... the adversary is the one that cackles at destruction, insecurities, making me feel like a freak. I AM WHO GOD CREATED ME TO BE. I love you . . . . . I will protect you . . . . . I will always want to see you happy . . . . . I will always want you . . . . . Heart, mind, body & soul. To love, adore, be devoted to, give all of myself to you . . . . .

But I also know that true love sacrifices. And if you . . . . . don't want me... then I must accept that fact. If someone else makes your . . . . . souls soar more than mine.. aching sob. Bowed.

I don't know... because I'm outta the loop. Yeah sometimes I might have a bratty moment. But mostly I'm feelin like a cranky pants, grumbling, growling Tijgeress cause I'm outta the dang loop! I want in the loop!!!!! Please!?!?!?!?!? Pout. There's my second.

I know .. ya'll are gonna push me to grow & learn like I never have before. I get that. Welcome it. But when I can't see all the pieces..... it really plays on my psyche & really makes me wanna ROAR!!!

I don't wanna be the cause of your..... hurt.. angst. strive.. . I wanna be the woman you . . . . . come to to rest from such. To find solace in. To know my soul wants to hold yours.....close & soothe all those aches & hurts..

I am trying.. striving.. working my butt to you . . . . . Every single moment of my days.

So I pray God Guides you . . . . .

To Guide & teach me.

Yes God Guides & Teaches me. But as a woman, I believe I'm to submit to my mates.....

I know you..... know what I mean.

I'm stopping here because I am full of trepidation right now

& I gotta get ready for my counseling appt @ 11am today.

Please?????

I need to know how you . . . . .are feeling.

I love you . I miss you . I crave you . . . . . .

I am & always have been..

Yours . . . . .

I believe & will never stop.

~True love never dies & true love always waits.~

Lord, Your confused, scared, frustrated, insecure but loving & listening closely carefully quietly daughter.

Your complex quirky warrior queen daughter.

~Tijgeress kat Phoenix. ✝️🌺🐾🐯☸⚓🤓😔😖🙇‍♀️🙏🤲☔🌂🔗⛓🧰🧣🥾🦉🐐🐢🐛🌱🌳🌲🧶🧵🏰⌚🚀⚡🌟🌠🚀🗝🔱⚜💝🐻🦌🧩♠️♾🎄🎁🎀🧭🧭🧭🧭🧭🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯

W.12.21.2022 9.25am est. Gifs 9.35a

[inkmchine]

@fantasywritten summoned: Out of nowhere, Sammy wrapped his arms around Bendy, hugging the imp tightly. “You’re everything to me, my lord. I would die for you.” // unprompted always accepting

the affection coming from their prophet makes them laugh. a hearty sound that rolls from them. ❝ Someone is feelin sentimental today ... ❞ not that they were complaining about this though. bendy always appreciated receiving extra worshipping from their followers ; especially when it came to their most devoted.

he returns the embrace with one of his own, throwing his arms around sammy. the difference in height between the two does make this awkward, but they manage. then a small smile is given. ❝ You mean everythin ta me too. ❞ the smile falters for a moment before he gives him a squeeze.

❝ I don't want you ta do that fer me. ❞

[ivy-kissobryos]

A Dithyramb of Epithets

I. Eubouleus, Lysios, Iatros O Dio of Good Counsel, who listens to the cries of my heart. You - of Release - who teaches me to know when to let go, when to laugh. Healer of spirit and mind, I devote and place my faith in you.

II. Bakcheios, Bromios, Omadios Bacchic Lord who leads orgies and revels. In your frenzied state, you are loud: like thunder, like your father, like the hooves of bulls and the roars of lions. Your lips are smeared with raw meat, raw flesh, everything raw and naked. You are the embodiment of ecstatic joy.

III. Enualios, Areios, Maenoles God of universal might who delights in swords and blood. I pick up my spear, and - like grapes into wine - transform wrath into strength. May our thyrsos be drenched in red. O Mad and Raging One, sate my hunger for power.

IV. Trigonos, Chthonius, Nyktelios You are Zagreus, dying-and-rising forevermore. You dwell below the Earth and in the Night, the unknown. Show me the mysteries of rebirth, the ways of the Living and Dead.

V. Oenops, Lenaeus, Kissobryos O beautiful wine-dark god, in your name the wine-press is sacred. Your juice is a door to ritual madness, to liberation and transcendence. Through the grapes I shake off my shackles of society. I am breathless when I see you bedecked in ivy.

VI. Melanaigis, Tragos, Dikaeros Clad in black goatskin, I see why some call you a Witching God, for you are the dark aegis of tragedy and goat-song. Upon your head are two horns, like halos: your Aither of overflowing wine a proof of your divinity.

VII. Kliromonos, Eleuthereus, Soter I call you my King, my Successor of Zeus. Whether Nysa or the reclaimed Tower of Kronos, I await your ascension to the throne. As you have delivered Hephaistos to Olympus, may you deliver me from the cycle of suffering. O Dionysos, I praise you as my savior.

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Other posts of interest:

Dionysus: Flame and Stars

Charon, Charos and Charun

Animals and the Theoi

Lust Spell

Defining Witchcraft

Prayer to Helios

Greek witch trials

Quick Praises to the Planets

Justice

Hymn to Ariadne

Thai Folk Magic

Hekate of the Snakes

Calming hearts, dulling anger

Washing verses

Devotional: Dionysus Soter

Devotional: Hephaistos

Frau Holle / Holda

Devotional: Ariadne the Bride

Devotional: To Ariadne

Prayer to the Lady

[early20sfailingplenty]

Craving a bo hug so much

Sending you all the Bo cuddles in the world!!!🥺💗 Missing you a lot today as well, Lily, and I hope you're well & looking after you.🥺

Word count: 732.

Bo knew that look on your face. He'd seen it a thousand times before. Maybe more. He had long since stopped counting, not wanting to get so caught up in the technicalities that he forgot to spend every second in the moments as they came. He never wanted to take a single one for granted, to take you for granted.

As his baby blues moved over your body, first clinically to check you over for any physical signs of discomfort, pain, or anything which could have caused this mood in you, but then appreciatively, you shivered. Oh, but the things he did to you just by being himself were positively sinful, and you loved the way his eyes on you felt. To others, it was predatory. Dangerous. But to you?

Oh, to you, it was heavenly.

But nothing was worth more to you than the moments in which he pulled you into his arms, shielding you from the world and its cruelties with the fleshy cage of his embrace. He had handed you the keys to such long ago, but you had chosen him time and time again. It never failed to stun him into silence, loathe was he to admit to vulnerability or anything other than rage.

"Feelin' okay, darlin'?" Bo had waited for you to speak but you hadn't said anything, stood were you in the doorway of the garage with your eyes fixed upon him like you weren't quite sure what to do now that you were in the same room as him. The power he had was truly terrifying, but in the end did it only make you love him more.

You shook your head, feeling the telltale sting of tears in the backs of your eyes and in your nose. "Just craving you." Oh, help you, but you wanted to pout, cling and whine until he gave you what you wanted. But you hated being told what to do and you didn't appreciate being made to feel like you had to work for his affection, like you had to beg for his love (though, in the right mood and setting, you would do anything he asked of you, such was your reverent devotion to the man before you), and Bo hated making you feel unwanted, unneeded. He had had a lifetime of that before you, and he knew that you hadn't had the easiest time in your life thus far, either.

"Ya' got me, darlin'. I ain't goin' nowhere, and neither are you. C'mere." If Bo was a siren then you were a sailor. He lured you to him but he needn't have bothered, for you went to him gladly, almost moaning as you finally felt his touch. Bo's muscular arms brought you home, home, into his chest. You burrowed your face into his Dickies and instantly became surrounded by Bo and all that he was. Gas, cigarettes, sweat and something so him that it made that stinging sensation in your eyes all the stronger. God, but you loved him. You loved him so much that it hurt.

Lips pressed fleetingly across the crown of your head, like royalty were you to Bo, but then they touched again and again and again, his kisses becoming harder and more frequent with every passing second. You clung to him and Bo felt himself having to breathe a little heavier just to be able to take in any air at all, but if you were to constrict his airways entirely then he would think himself a happy man. He loved you, it was true, though its manifestation was sometimes altogether stronger than even Bo knew what to do with. He loved you so damn much it terrified him sometimes, and it only made him cling to you tighter; both in this moment and in general.

"Shush, Y/N, y're all righ'. Bo's got'cha, darlin'. Ain't no one gonna' hurt'cha." Bo squeezed you and angled his head down so that he could press a kiss to your forehead, his affection so strong that you could feel the outline of his teeth against your skin. You sunk into him just as he melted into your body, and time ceased to have meaning and passage as you both stood there like that, safe in the arms of each other and in the knowledge that this, just this, was what life was made of.