#religious tw

[bunwritesss]

Anything For Ya

Summary: When you hear your next shelter is a church, you do not react well. And you have to show another side of you to Carol and Daryl, something you hid from them. You have been traumatized by religion.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort ❤️‍🩹

A/N : Hi everyone! As I was watching season 5, I realized the Church part wouldn't be easy for me if I was there, and decided to write a oneshot about Carol and Daryl being sweethearts with it. Hope you will enjoy reading it, and I also hope there isn't any english mistakes. If there is, I apologize! Have a nice day! 💕

Terminus had been rough. All of your group almost died there, and it had clearly taken a toll on you all. You clung onto Daryl as if he was a life buoy, the only one able to keep you afloat in this sea of desastrous events. He had wrapped his arm around your shoulders, carefully holding you near him while you all walked. And as he talked with Carol, you stayed silent, enjoying the voices you thought you would never hear again.

But what you did not know, and soon came to realize, was that the worst had not passed yet. For you, at least.

After hearing a scream, you all ran to rescue the fellow survivor that was calling to you. And as you arrived, only to see a priest begging and screaming, stranded on a rock, your instincts took over and you fiercely fought, taking down a few walkers with your knife. It was only when the others helped him down and he started talking about welcoming your group into his church if your group helped him raiding a food bank, that you started realizing what was awaiting you.

Carol was the first to see your tears. As you arrived near the huge building, air refused to enter your lungs. You started holding Daryl's arm tighter, and as a shocked sob escaped your throat, you felt her eyes on you.

You went on autopilot mode for the food bank mission. You simply couldn't refuse to enter the church, there was a baby to protect, and Carl needed some rest too. So you tried not thinking about your racing heart, and the tears threatening to spill everytime you entered a church, and focused on maintening your group as safe as possible.

And if the rest of the groupe noticed anything about your frightened state, they thankfully did not say anything about it. You were all affected by Terminus, after all.

'Are you alright, (Y/N)?' She had asked sweetly, walking a bit faster to shelter you from the sight.

She had always been observant, perhaps just as much as Daryl. She had noticed your glossy eyes everytime someone mentioned religion, your fearful expression when Gabriel was kind enough to offer you a shelter at his church. You tried nodding, a painful smile on your lips, and her heart broke at how tired you seemed.

'Daryl.' She said, to get him to take a look at you.

'I-I can't, I can't enter-' You tried explaining, your uneven breathing preventing you from forming a coherent sentence.

He was listening to Gabriel talking, still suspicious of the priest, but immediatly dropped his guard when he heard another sob coming from you.

Some members of the group had already started entering the church, and the simple sight of its interior, of the crosses and devotion items, made you cry harder. You shook your head, Daryl and Carol exchanging a concerned look. They had always have this gift, of knowing what the other thought without having to utter a word. And right now, they were wondering what the hell they could do to make you feel better.

Without a word, they walked you away from the building, Daryl's arm around your shoulders, and Carol kindly rubbing your back, whispering soft praises and words of comfort. They sat with you under a tree, Daryl carefully keeping his crossbow near him in case of an impromptu visit. Your eyes didn't quit the threatening church, which only made you feel worse. Carol sat in front of you, taking your shaky hands into hers. If Daryl did not speak, the familiar comfort of his shoulder against yours was enough to calm you a little.

She rubbed calming circles on your knuckles, your tears not stopping.

'What's wrong?' She asked with the softest voice ever, and you almost lost it because you had killed walkers and human beings without shedding a tear, but seeing a fucking church and knowing you would have to interact a priest was enough to make you break down.

You sniffled, trying to control the shaking in your body. Everything felt wrong. You couldn't breath properly, your palms were sweaty and you couldn't stop crying, which gave you a headache. You met her kind eyes, filled with understanding.

'I don't have the best experience with religion.' You said with a raspy voice, the deshydratation and crying hurting your throat.

Daryl immediatly took a canteen out of his bag, dropping it on your lap. You hesitantly smiled at him, taking a sip and giving it back. He shook his head no.

'Drink more. Ya cried a lot.'

'I don't want to go inside.' You said, already a little calmer.

The remark made you laugh a tiny bit, still crying, and you drank again. He then hesitantly pat your back, and you leaned against him.

Daryl always hated seeing people he loved cry, mostly because he didn't want them to hurt, but also because he had no idea how to comfort her. He grew up having to put the pieces back on his own, and comforting someone did not come easy to him. Carol was a pro.

Carol bit her lip, and as she was going to talk, you stopped her.

'And I know there isn't any other solution, but I... my brain doesn't want me to enter there.'

You probably looked like a hot mess with your puffy eyes and your trembling figure. Carol wiped your tears away with her thumbs. She tried her best to reassure you, Daryl observing the exchange with worry.

Your hopeful eyes made Daryl smile, and he added, feeling bold :

'It's not your fault.'

'Think I saw a church bus near the entrance, maybe we can ask him if ya can sleep here?' Daryl proposed.

You thanked her with a teary smile, and watched her as she got up and walked towards the building.

'We can sleep with ya in here so you aren't alone, if ya want.'

'Would that help?' Carol asked, and you nodded profusely. She smiled, and let go of your hands. 'I'm gonna go and get the keys, then. Or pick the lock.'

You took his hand, squeezing it to express how thankful you were. With an infinite softness, he kissed your forehead, and then your lips.

'You feelin' better?' Daryl asked carefully.

'A lot. Thank you for your idea. I would have spent an awful night.'

'Anything for ya.'

[secret-laughs]

m0rtis (non-death by tks)

ifykyk not putting in main fandom tags though cause……….shivers

[kinkajouwof]

WHY R SO MANY WOF YOUTUBERS RELIGIOUS. THERE IS A PATTERN HERE. SOME CORRELATION.

AND IM NOT TALKING JUST MILDLY RELIGIOUS IM TALKING LIKE DEVOTE CHRISTIAN.

WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE.

[ninithegreat]

SAINT MAUD

Dir. Rose Glass

[1p2p-heta-imagines]

If anyone has been curious why I haven’t been updating, I was in a huge writing block BUT I started writing again :] And here’s some pieces I’m proud of! I will work on asks after posting this 🖤

(Please know these were made without much thought so they aren’t as good as my usual work)

Image description in case you can’t see the photos or read my handwriting:

[Image One (1): This pain is biblical. Like Isaac being taken to the top of the mountain by his father to be slaughtered like a lamb, like Mary holding her dead son close to her chest the same way she did when he was just a baby. But Isaac was spared and Mary got her son back, both scarred but relieved - Where Is My Mercy, God?”

“If I suffer enough, if I continue to sing your praises despite the pain flowing through my veins like blood, will you grant me release? Will you give me mercy? A battered and bruised child, born of sin, am I beyond saving? They say you’re meant to be merciful. I suppose you truly do love like a Father.”]

[Image Two (2): “I fell in love with an angel. His words dipped in honey and his curls the same colour as autumn leaves and whiskey, golden ambrosia running through his veins. Perhaps God will cast him out for craving my touch but I will catch him when he falls.”]

[autismcreature7]

Cringetober Day 12

t4!$ !$ @ $3r!3$ ! r3@/117 1!k3 c@/113d @/ng31 4@/r3. Tw!gg3r w@/rn!ng$ @/r3 !n t43 t@/g$.

translation: This is a series I really like called Angel Hare. Trigger warnings are in the tags.

[theevilicecreamsoda]

So so so fucjing horrible experience yet such a fucking uhmm holy experience??? Like chips in bed… crumbs everywhere fucking yummy i am going to explode. This is what jesus felt when he was crustified then raised or whatever. Sorry

[blue0909]

you cant just say "i made a jesusona" and not show us

APOLOGIES

my jesusona, everyone

i am going to hell

[sofiaflorina2021]

Even A Mountain of Gold

No matter how much the persuasion, even a mountain of gold, I will never convert to Christianity, nor will any other religion.

[whumpitisthen]

hey love, as someone with a lot of religious trauma, auden's mindset is feeling a little familiar here... idk if you're writing this purely for fun or for catharsis (i've always been into whump, but i got into writing to vent out all the shitty trauma feelings) but if u need to talk my dms are open <333 can't wait to see what happens next in the series

Okay i thought this was gonna go in a different direction and i was already apologising for not tagging for fucky religious mindsets hhh i will do that now

But no don't worry about me this is purely for fun and because i wanna whump an angel boy, if anything, you saying that makes me a little giddy bc i managed to write something that resonates so deeply with someone, even if its a bit fucked that this is the way i managed to do that.l

Im glad you liked it, Ive been trying to make something bigger than one-shots and drabbles, so the horrible whumpy adventures of auden will return soonish for sure, im excited to share with people the vision ive come up with! He is sad and lonely and so so squeezable :3

[secret-laughs]

scratches head and leaves

[menshusband]

Merry Christmas everyone<3 I hope I’ll be more active in 2024 ! I apologise once more to all the friends I haven’t reached out to lately, it’s tough for me to keep up with too many social media and social interactions :,) know that I love you all and wish you all really well!! I love you and I’ll get to all your texts asap, I promise. Especially on discord.

Take care of yourselves and your f/o’s, give each other gifts and smoochies and lots of goodies ! :)

[baabeastings]

Hey cult of the lamb fandom, look at my daughter, her name is azazel and she is an loyal follower and nun to the bishops teehee ^_^

(Azazel uses it/she, and uses fem-neutral nouns!)

[rpmusings-galore]

                               all you have ever offered me 

                                              are hymns  &&  ad hominems

[falseapostle]

✥ Plotted starter for @unfathomablebeings​ ✥

♝~✺~♝

Haruto had been doing some research over the past couple of months after receiving an interesting tip from one of his congregation. They claimed to have come from a church that held a demon in its walls. The idea was so preposterous that he almost brushed it off without a second thought, but he knew that the Higher Plane did have records of demons. They held different statuses and definitions depending on which universe was handing out that information but it usually boiled down to the idea that demons were bigger problems in some universes than they were in others. In his native one, Haruto had never even seen such a thing. They were almost fable to him, as nonexistent as they seemed to be. Now that he was picking up on the existence of one here, somewhere where the RG denizens could see it, he felt like he needed to take action. Both for the sake of protecting the RG and for the sake of better understanding what a demon even was.

It did not take him long to get into contact with this church, and he made a very convincing bid to obtain the demon. That is, he had well enough money to take it from them. He was little surprised at how eager they were to sell the thing off, but he supposed anyone of pious nature would find issue with being associated with a demon. He wasn’t too terribly concerned about it until his demon arrived and he found that what he had required was not, in fact, a terrible and soulless monster. It wasn’t a monster at all. It hardly even seemed as terrible as he would expect something so dark to be.

It was a young lady. A girl, delicate and frightened and hurt, oh so hurt.

Haruto was quick to finish his business with the degenerates that had brought Estelle to him, and he took her inside with as much haste as he could without exacerbating her already terrible injuries. Scars. She’d been doing this for a while it seemed. Living through this. What was it that made her so deplorable this was considered acceptable? Just being a demon? Did that quality make something awful occur with her, or was it just the ridiculous rigidness religion tended to keep?

As soon as he got her in, Haruto sat Estelle down and collected materials to tend to her wounds as best as he could, “What is your name, darling? Can you tell me that?”

[many-but-one]

(TW: religious mention and jokey post about DID LOL)

I feel like God honestly nerfed DID systems. Not only are we traumatized bastards (affectionate) but we can’t even shapeshift at will to be who we look like inside. Like, I’d almost let the trauma and dissociation slide if when we suddenly become threatened that we’d just morph into a 7.5ft tall demon.

-Foster