#psyche tips the candle

[psyche-tips-the-candle]

God darling

I miss you like an ache

This gap in my chest

Cracked red raw and weeping

Again and again your name gets caught

Like bile at the back of my throat

Again and again

And it burns

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Kinktober Day 11: Anonymity

Anonymity [Kassandra X F!Reader] 

[Warnings: Gentle dom, oral, fingering, MINORS DNI]

[AN: 1536 words <3.]

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Your breathing deepened as you watched the tall misthios stroll into your chambers. In the faint light of the moon blessed by Selene herself paired with the orange and yellow flickers of the candlelight, she looked like a vision of beauty in Spartan armor. Her shoulders were squared, her posture smart and tall as she stalked forward. You knew that she would not reveal her face to you, not with the lights still aflame - it had been part of your deal. 

You could pay a misthios for nearly anything, and most people had used her services for revenge, petty quests, you knew the deal. When you had met her on the Isle of Lesbos helping with your family’s store, you had been entranced by her the entire time. You wondered what she looked like under her helmet and the heavy armor that draped around her muscular body, and knew that within moments of speaking to her, you had to have her. Here you laid, an entire year later with your legs clasped together awaiting for her touch. 

You tried to meet her gaze as she brought her fingers up to her lips and licked them briefly, smirking in Selene’s moonlight before pinching the candles one by one. Smoke twirled and danced upwards as if she was commanding it herself. You felt heat rise to your cheeks once her rough, calloused hands that had just kissed flames rested atop your bare thighs and slid sensually up to your knees. You once again tried to capture her gaze but found shadows staring back in response. Her hands pressed against your kneecaps before gently spreading you apart, letting you naturally bloom for her like a flower. 

It was dark. Completely dark save for the subtle moonlight that flickered as clouds rolled in front. “Tonight, you are my Psyche,” she hummed softly, her voice dripping like spiced honey. “You may not look at me lest you wish for me to take off.” 

You nodded fully well knowing she could hardly see it, and then something shifted. The warmth of her hands left your thighs to move up to her helmet. You could hear her slide it off and feel the weight of the heavy metal displace the bed slightly beside you. Your heart wildly thrummed in your chest as you struggled in vain to keep your breathing under her control. You tipped your head upwards almost as a way to stay your curious gaze before whipping back upwards. 

The misthios laughed softly as her lips pressed hungrily to your thighs. She could feel your muscles as they tensed powerfully underneath her grasp. “You are not used to the touch of another, are you?” She waited for you to speak, and upon being greeted with nothing but silenced, tsked her tongue and squeezed your thigh. “Use your words, flower,” she purred. 

You hesitantly opened your lips and nodded fervently. “It’s been a while,” you choked out before feeling her teeth gently glide against your skin downwards. “Oh stars,” you panted as the heat on your cheeks grew boiling. You’ve never really felt attraction to someone like this before. You grounded yourself by squeezing at the sheets, letting your nails dig into the soft fabric, wondering what it would be like to run your fingers through her hair. 

The misthios’ strong hands held you open before one of her hands slid downwards. She traced at your pussy, her index finger feeling your second heartbeat causing a teasing smirk to arise to her just barely chapped lips. “You’re so wet,” she murmured in deep amusement. “What a pretty, pretty flower you are,” she cooed as her middle and index finger pressed together to coat themselves in your slick. “And what if I touch this part of you?” She giggled before pressing her finger to your clit. 

“Oh!” You cried out as you bucked your hips upwards in reflex. You leaned into her touch as she lazily circled your pearl with her fingers and found yourself moaning out at how she applied just the right amount of pressure as she circled downwards. “Misthios,” you mewled, “oh f-fuck..!” You rut your hips upwards once more at feeling her lips press harder against your thighs, but just shy of leaving any marks. A part of you was a bit hurt that she did not wish to mark you or claim you as hers, but another understood that this was just business for her. You were not able to dwell on the thoughts for very long due to her fingers pushing deep inside of you to the hilt. You choke before crying out for her. A string of curses leave your lips as she begins to mercilessly pump them in and out of you. 

“You feel so warm, and so soft,” she grinned in that same sing-songy tone. She seemed to be more than amused with how you reacted to her touch. Her fingers curled upwards a few times to brush you in just the right places. When she found your sweet spot, she worked that like there was no tomorrow. Her concentration honed in on your glistening cunt. She was drunk off your reactions, the way you felt and how sweet you smelled. She couldn’t help but let her lips inch closer and closer before swiping her tongue deep against your slit. 

“Fuck!” You hissed before crying out for her. You felt sweat bead on your temple as you helplessly rolled your body under her touch. Your pussy was fluttering with desire for her to taste you, to absolutely devour you. “Oh, misthios,” you begged, “please, please taste me. Please see what you do to me. I want to come undone by your tongue.” 

Pleased with you begging, her lips curled upwards into a smile against your soaked cunt. “Good girl. What pretty words you use, almost as pretty as your cunt.” She pushed her fingers in once more before sliding her tongue around your lips, playfully nibbling at you before her fingers spread your pussy open. She swiped her pink muscle up and down a few times to tease you. Her giggle thrummed pleasantly on your sensitive area as she felt your thighs squeeze around her ears. You were more than eager, weren’t you? She found herself drinking you in full. Her eyes closed in deep pleasure as she moaned against you. Her fingers pumped you in sync with her tongue. She enjoyed your neediness, how you rolled against her and grasped tighter and tighter at the sheets pretending it was her hair. 

The misthios pressed against your clit to really bring you over the edge. She knew you wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. “Do it, flower,” she rasped. “Cum on my tongue. Show me just how sweet you can be.” 

Your head was more than clouded by lust as you heard her spur you on. Heat floods your body as it rolls like waves of electricity down your spine to the tips of your fingers, down to your trembling legs and it explodes entirely. “Oh Gods! I-!” You sang loudly for her as your back arched high off the bed. Flames crackle in your head and lower stomach as you flutter and gush on her tongue, barely able to register how she eagerly laps you up. You can feel her warm tongue slide deep into your quivering pussy just to really savor your sweetness before she slowly pulls away. Your legs gripped her head so tight, she had to playfully pry you off. 

“You did so good,” she praised softly as her fingers traced your slit once more just to tease you. “Such a pretty thing,” she said more to herself than you as she reached around for her helmet. Her hand paused before she could slide it on. Deep in the shadows, you could feel her presence as she moved forwards. “If you ever want to meet again,” she murmured as her lips just barely brushed against yours, “don’t hesitate to ask.” 

She kissed you. The misthios, covered by the shadows of clouds blanketing the moon, leaned forwards and kissed you. She tasted much like yourself, but mixed with something that was uniquely hers. It was something spiced, smokey, but oh so sweet. With just one kiss, you were even more obsessed with her than you thought possible. As the clouds rolled off the moon, so too did she from you. The tall misthios placed her helmet back atop her head, squeezed your thigh sweetly - it was almost uncharacteristic of the way she had acted moments prior to - and exited your room much quicker than she had entered. "Sleep well, Psyche."

You slowly sat up, not even attempting to stand due to how weak your legs felt. Even readjusting yourself to sit over the edge of the bed had you shaking and trembling. You felt the slight sting of something cold on your thigh after readjusting your position and raised a brow. What was that? Did she leave something? You felt heat rise to your cheeks as the moonlight poked through the window and shined on the drachmae. The pile was exactly the same amount you had originally paid her. 

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[a-d-nox]

psyche, goddess of the soul (asteroid 16)

Psyche was a mere mortal who had Aphrodite's jealousy and Eros's love. Out of jealousy, Aphrodite told Eros to make Psyche fall in love with a horrible man. Instead, he took her far, far away so they could live and love each other in secret. Eros and Psyche were married but the strange thing was that Eros made sure Psyche never saw what he looked like. She didn’t mind because she had a fulfilling love life at night and all the luxuries she could ever wish for during the day (Beauty and the Beast shit lol). It was her jealous sisters that urged her to look at her husband’s face - planting the idea in her mind that the man she married may be a hideous monster. Which led to Psyche lighting a candle to see his face that night while he slept. She was transfixed by his beauty so much so that she didn’t notice that the wax was melting. A drop hit Eros’s back - he was enraged so he left. Aphrodite was pleased with herself because Psyche came to her begging for her help. Aphrodite gave her four impossible tasks to complete: sorting a giant pile of grain (pismires helped her sort (Cinderella vibes)), gather wool from the sheep that eats man (a reed her how to complete the task), fill a vessel with water from the Styx and Cocytus (these rivers are toxic to mortals - an eagle helped her), and to get a box from Persephone (easily done). But the box supposedly had something in it that would make a person more beautiful and that made her curious because of what it could do for her. She opened it (just as Aphrodite wanted) only to fall into a deep sleep. Zeus learned of this and demanded that she be fed ambrosia and nectar so that she would survive this terrible thing that Aphrodite manipulated her into - she became immortal and Eros declared his love for her all over again. IN MY OPINION Psyche can represent a) what kind of people you place blind trust in, b) why people get jealous of you, c) what area in life people easily manipulate you, and/or d) how people can favor you.

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Unlocking the Power of Vastu: 5 Essential Tips for Beginners

In the realm of home and personal space, harmony is not just a luxury; it’s a necessity. We, as humans, constantly seek equilibrium and peace within our surroundings. One ancient practice that has stood the test of time in fostering this balance is Vastu Shastra. Rooted in the Vedic traditions of India, Vastu Shastra is the science of architecture and design that harmonizes energies to promote well-being and prosperity.

Understanding Vastu Shastra: A Brief Overview

Before delving into specific tips, it’s crucial to grasp the essence of Vastu Shastra. At its core, Vastu Shastra believes that the cosmic energy flows through every living and non-living entity, affecting their well-being. By aligning structures with the natural elements and cosmic forces, Vastu aims to optimize the flow of positive energy within a space.

Tip 1: Embrace the Power of Directions

In Vastu Shastra, the orientation of your home plays a pivotal role in determining its energy flow. Begin by identifying the cardinal directions: north, south, east, and west. Each direction holds unique significance and energy. For instance, the north-east quadrant symbolizes prosperity and abundance, making it ideal for prayer rooms or meditation spaces. On the contrary, the south-west direction represents stability and should be allocated for bedrooms or heavy furniture.

Tip 2: Declutter and Purify Your Space

Clutter not only disrupts the physical space but also impedes the flow of positive energy. Adopt a minimalist approach by decluttering your surroundings regularly. Dispose of unnecessary items and organize your space to allow energy to circulate freely. Additionally, incorporate purifying elements such as salt lamps or burning sage to cleanse the atmosphere of negative energies.

Tip 3: Harmonize Elements with Vastu Colors

Colors have a profound impact on our psyche and environment. In Vastu Shastra, each direction corresponds to specific colors that resonate with its elemental energy. For instance, the north-east direction aligns with the element of water and is associated with calming hues like blue and white. Similarly, the south-west direction, representing earth energy, is complemented by warm tones such as earthy browns and greens. By harmonizing your living space with Vastu-approved colors, you can enhance the flow of positive energy and create a harmonious ambiance.

Tip 4: Balance the Five Elements

Vastu Shastra emphasizes the importance of balancing the five elements — earth, water, fire, air, and space — within your home. Incorporate these elements strategically to create a harmonious environment. For instance, introduce indoor plants to symbolize the earth element, install a water fountain to represent water, use candles or incense for fire, ensure proper ventilation for air, and maintain spaciousness for the element of space. By integrating these elements thoughtfully, you can foster a balanced and vibrant living space.

Tip 5: Enhance Positive Vibes with Vastu Remedies

Incorporating Vastu remedies can further amplify positive energies and mitigate negative influences. From mirrors strategically placed to reflect light and energy to gemstones infused with specific vibrations, there’s a myriad of remedies available. Additionally, aligning furniture and decor in accordance with Vastu principles can optimize energy flow and create a harmonious environment conducive to well-being and prosperity.

Conclusion: Embrace the Wisdom of Vastu

In essence, Vastu Shastra is not merely about architectural guidelines; it’s a holistic approach to harmonizing our living spaces with the cosmic energies. By incorporating these five easy Vastu tips for beginners, you can unlock the transformative power of Vastu and create a sanctuary of balance, positivity, and abundance within your home.

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✊🏼✊🏾✊🏽 🙏🏽 Soul Missionary 💪🏽💪🏽

😇😇 💘 🙇‍♂️ 🏹👼👼

🧑🏽‍❤️‍💋‍🧑🏽🧑🏽‍❤️‍💋‍🧑🏽👨🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽🧑🏾‍❤️‍🧑🏾🧑🏾‍❤️‍🧑🏾👨🏽‍❤️‍👨🏽🧑🏽‍❤️‍💋‍🧑🏽👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽

Pagan Wicca Nature Divine Celestial Warlock Witches Wings Saviors Swords ⚔️ Words Tomes Books Ghosts Mediums Bridge 🌁 Clouds ☁️ Castles 🏰 Beyond

Skylore and Paige

Beez and Batz

Palestine

Kentucky

sol jinns

zinith.

knights or gnats

56, maps

57, slay

59, no

Red Dragon

Emerald Willow

Kiwi Snakes

🧡 💚 🇮🇪 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 🇮🇳

Red, okay

Orange, okay

Teal, team

Rainvow, go

Rainbow, go

Crimson, Red

Jasper, Red

not blue boo cast per purchase casper

orange juice lizz

emo gothic rainbow cupid

sniper baby bottle

hoyt, archery

bow, archery

💗💗💗💗💗💗💚💚💗💗💗💗💗🖤💙💛🧡💜🖤🤍🤎❤️‍🔥💖💓💗💕💞❤️❤️❤️

🧑🏼‍❤️‍🧑🏻🧑🏽‍❤️‍💋‍🧑🏼👨🏾‍❤️‍👨🏽🧑🏼‍❤️‍🧑🏻🧑🏽‍❤️‍💋‍🧑🏼👩🏽‍❤️‍👨🏽👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽👨🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽🧑🏼‍❤️‍🧑🏻🧑🏽‍❤️‍💋‍🧑🏼👨🏾‍❤️‍👨🏽👩🏽‍❤️‍👩🏽🧑🏽‍❤️‍💋‍🧑🏼👩🏽‍❤️‍👩🏽

🏛🏛🏛🏛🏛🏛🏛🏛🏛🏛🏛🏛🏛🏛🏛

🧞‍♂️🙏🏽🙏🏽🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🤲🏽🤲🏽🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🌈🌈🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧞‍♀️🧞

🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍

🌲🦄🦄🌲🌲🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🌲🌲👁‍🗨👁‍🗨🌲👽😇🌲

🌈🌈Gay Angel Saviors🌈🌈

😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇

🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁

⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️

🏛🏛🏛🏛🏛🏛🏛🏛🏛🏛

🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜

🍇🍇🍇🍇🍇🍇🍇🍇🍇🍇

👁‍🗨🙏🏽 psssssst

🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍

💁🏽💁🏽💁🏽‍♀️💁🏽‍♀️💁🏽‍♂️💁🏽‍♂️

🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫

✨✨✨✨✨✨

s. s. s. s. s. s.

s s s s s s s s s s

s. ss. s s s sss s. 👁‍🗨🙏🏽🗣psst esp psa psy

sk sk sk sk sk sk SZ SZ SZ SZ SZ SZ

s: snake

S: big snake

z: pose

Z: big pose

sk sk sk sk sk sk sz sz sz sz sz sz

t: Cross. the Holy cross

st st st st st ststststststststs

l, L: a sword, a line light from God

Sl Sl Sl Sl Sl Eyes Slit.

Sl Sl Sl Sl Sl Eyes sLight.

Twilight Twine Red Wine

Twilight Twine HERbal Divine Vine

Zenith

Sky SK SZ. Skeeze. Ski Zi.

st, stat

st, star

st, stick

st st st st st st, street

st st st st st st, streak

sk sk sk sk sk sk flat diSK chainsaw

Snake Sk Sk Sk Sk Sk Sk Skin

Skin sk sk sk sk sk sk

BEST WORLD 🌍 BEST NEWS 🗞️ EFFORTS 💥 PSY 🧠 PSA 🗣️ WORLD EARLS 🤴🏽 EARS

World Ordeals World Organizations World Or Again Gain Ordeals

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🦩🦩🦩🦩🦩🦩🦩🦩🦩🦩🦩

🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮

🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰

💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓

FayFamFlowFoRIch For Rich Formation Flamingos 🦩

FayMenGos; Gay Gargoyle Garden’s

Aries ♈️ Fairies 🧚🏻‍♀️

Libras ♎️ Library 📚

Taurus ♉️ Tours 👁️

Virgo ♍️ “V” Go ⚔️

Gemini ♊️ Gym 💪🏽

Cancer ♋️ Can Sir 🖖🏽

Sagittarius ♐️ Nature Sage 🌿

Leo ♌️ Say Loud 📯

Scorpio ♏️ Score 📈

Capricorn ♑️ Count 💸

Aquarius ♒️ Equate ⚖️

Pisces ♓️ Pray 🙏🏽

🧠 isp asp

🧠 Psy

🧠 Scry

🧠 Spell

🧠 Derive

🧠 Invoke

🧠 Project

🧠 Séance

🧠 Remote

🧠 Procure

🧠 Conjure

🧠 Conduit

🧠 Enchant

🧠 Channel

🧠 Telepath

🧠 Manifest

🧠 Summon

🧠 Divination

🧠 Clairvoyant

🗣️ Free The Free All 💕

🥋🐉🍀📿🎃🦓📯

🤍💚🧡❤️🤎🖤💗

🧘🏻‍♀️🧘🏻🧘🏼‍♂️🧘🏾‍♂️🧘🏽‍♀️🧘🏿‍♂️🧘🏼‍♀️

🏳️‍🌈🇰🇷🇮🇪🇮🇳🇮🇹🇳🇬🇬🇧

ProLife99. 24/777 🍀 ☘️

411 Free info Highway

11:11 Make Wishes

4:20/20 Weed 70’s Hippies

Anti Corruptions “KKK and www”

“Life Blood Internet”

VVV. Dot Victories

Brandon Wayne Burdett

🦩 Birds & Bees 🐝

💪🏽 Ray Ran, Way, & Done ✅

💪🏽 RA RED 🍀

🧘🏼‍♂️ Aura Or Ra 👁️

Amen 🙏🏽

Omen 🙏🏽

🌹 Red Rose Vines Lines 🌹

🍇 Grape Telephone Vines Lines 🍇

🙏🏽 Prayers & Hearts

✨ Stars & Planets

🦜 Parakeet Flocks

🕷️ Spider Hives

🐝 Bee Hives

🐜 Ant Hives

🦴 Fossils

🌋 Lava

Bats 🦇

Cats 🐈‍⬛

Rabbits 🐰

Ladybugs 🐞

✌🏼 Victory Violins 🎻 & Irish Harps

🇮🇪 🍀 Save The Irish ☘️ 🇮🇪

🙏🏽🌎 Fran & Frank 🤲🏽🌟

🧚🏻‍♀️🧝🏽‍♂️ Elfie & Alfie 🧝🏽‍♂️🧚🏻

💚🍀 Amy & May 🧡☘️

🤗 Hug & Honor Trees 🌳

💪🏽 Keep Strong Tools 🧰

🎶 Sing to your Keys 🔑

🌹Roses In Your Backpack 🎒

🏰 Keep Healthy Thoughts 💭

🌏 Planets & Life Schools 🏫

💁🏽 Don’t Lose to Fools 👀

🥋🐉🍀📿🎃🦓📯

🤍💚🧡❤️🤎🖤💗

🧘🏻‍♀️🧘🏻🧘🏼‍♂️🧘🏾‍♂️🧘🏽‍♀️🧘🏿‍♂️🧘🏼‍♀️

🏳️‍🌈🇰🇷🇮🇪🇮🇳🇮🇹🇳🇬🇬🇧

🧘🏻‍♀️🤍🐰🐇🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️

🧘🏻💚🐲🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉

🧘🏿🖤🐈‍⬛🐩🦓🦝🦍🦏

🧘🏾🤎🦔🦩🐸🐛🦖🦕

🧘🏼‍♂️🧡🐈🐰🦊🦜🦧🦌

🧘🏼‍♀️💗🐕🐱🐝🐿️🦫🐡

🧘🏾‍♂️❤️🕊️🦚🦙🐫🦘🦗

🌈🔑🌈🔑🌈🔑🌈🔑🌈🔑🌈🔑🌈🔑🌈

☄️🪀🪀🪀🪀🪀🪀🪀🪀🪀🪀🪀🪀🪀🦜

🌈🔑🌈🔑🌈🔑🌈🔑🌈🔑🌈🔑🌈🔑🌈

☄️🪀🪀🪀🪀🪀🪀🪀🪀🪀🪀🪀🪀🪀🦜

war

1. spell shield

cast sword

2. bazooka or 

candle wick

3. hoty, archery

bow, archery

4. athamaay, dagger

Hiiz

I’m a rainbow 🌈 OG 💪 Hippie 🌻🌹

jettblack infinite soul 🖤 Warlocking 🧙‍♂️ to usher Utopia era of mankind.

🤘🦸‍♂️PERfect World 🌎 vs dOom world 🧟‍♂️

🙏 Wicca 🕯 ✨

🧙‍♂️ Warlock (Male/pronouns)

🇮🇱 Jewish 🇮🇱

🇮🇪 Irish ☘️ 🍀

🌸 Gay 🌈 🏳️‍🌈

Jinn 🧞‍♂️🧞🧞‍♀️Soul Jinns

Allah🙏 & 😈 Devil

✡️💟LOVE ALL LIFE 💟✡️

💜🧡🖤💛🤍💚🤎💙❤️

Taurus ♉️ haha 😂 🐂😈

Long term relationship 💍

📚✨🧐🤓🤓🤓EVER-re-th-in-g!¡ 😉😎

Investigative Journalist ✍️ 💻

Blogger 📱

My ~eomji list~

👋 Hii 🙂🙃

💯 I’m 🌈 gay, proTRANS 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️OG 💪🏽Hippie 🌸 Genetic 🧬 Hybrid 👽 👾 🌻🌹 Romantic 🌹 poetry ✍️ 🕯

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🙏 Wicca 🕯 ✨

🧙‍♂️ Warlock (Male/pronouns)

🇮🇱 Jewish 🇮🇱

🇮🇪 Irish ☘️

✨ Fairy 🧚‍♀️ 🧚‍♂️ 🧚

🌸 Gay 🌈 🏳️‍🌈

Jinn 🧞‍♂️🧞🧞‍♀️Soul Jinns

God 🙏 & 😈 Devil

✡️💟LOVE ALL LIFE 💟✡️

💜🧡🖤💛🤍💚🤎💙❤️

🌺 May 6th 1990’s

Taurus ♉️ haha 😂 🐂😈

Moon 🌚 🌝 💞

Fairy 🧚‍♀️ tales 📚 📕

📚✨🧐🤓🤓🤓EVER-re-th-in-g!¡ 😉😎

I’m 🌿💖Vegan🌱🧚

🦸‍♂️🦸‍♀️🦸 SSSuperHero!💪 🌍 ☄️

Non-MaterialistiX 🙅‍♀️🙅🙅‍♂️🤑💸

🐰Bugs Bunny 🥕🐇

Alien 🛸 👽 🧐🥸🤓 Study 📖 🛸

talking to me =

Crew Psy Fix

Zi Zenith

TA TA

SO SO

SOW

SOL

SOWUUEOEWL E EYE O NEW NOT OLD

FA

FAITH

HEAL

HEALTH

HEALTHY

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THEE

THY

THOU

THYME THEE TWINE

PRAYER ALTAR

RA

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AVA

VIA

NYE

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EN

EL

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ESP

XXO

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666

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12:12

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#allah #brandon #bwb

[erishomedecor]

5 Tips to Decorate Your Home

“Luxury, to me, is not about buying expensive things; it’s about living in a way where you appreciate things.” – Oscar de la Renta

Or

“We shape our homes and then our homes shape us.” – Winston Churchill

 We all love a well-decorated home, something that is truly reflective of our personality and brings comfort to us as well as those who walk in. Decorating your home, making it a cosy place to retreat to is a rather underrated and important element of your well-being. The need for a warm, comfortable home is deep-rooted in the human psyche from prehistoric days when people lived in caves kept warm and lit by fire. 

Today, we have come a long way from caves, huts, and studios to homes with rooms for each purpose. However, the principle of all this is comfort. Home is where the heart feels cosy, safe and warm. 

Sometimes, it may be daunting and confusing to know where to begin and what to do to complete your decor for the ultimate cosy appeal.Read the Blog to know some tips to decorate your home.

Here are 5 tips to decorate your home:

1. Lights and Mirrors

The first and unconscious element of a home that makes one feel cosy is the lighting. Assess the lighting situation in your room and customise it to your liking. Start by checking the light source of each room. We suggest trying to try and avoid a single harsh and overheated light source, instead replace it with warm scattered lights like table and floor lamps, scented candles, and ambience lighting. The lack of cool blue light in it helps induce relaxation. 

Complement this with a mirror placed in the right spots to help yourself and others feel welcome. Mirrors not only add dimension to your space but it also reflects the light to create a cosmic and soothing effect.

2. Art, Painting and Pictures

One of the best tips to decorate your home is to add a creative expression of character through artistic elements of your choice. Art is very personal that resonates with you and your lifestyle. It subconsciously elevates your mood. It’s essential to add art pieces that you love. Therefore, decorating your home or changing up the design elements and art pieces can bring comfort. It also exudes an inviting aura to guests with its storytelling and creativity.

3. Add Plants and Fresh Flowers

One habit the pandemic brought on us and that is here to stay is nurturing plants. Something we, at Eris Home, personally love to do! Plants make a home feel alive with their positive energy and greenery. It helps us feel rooted and connected to nature in our urban lives. Fresh flowers do the same thing with their bright colours and beauty. It makes anyone entering your home immediately feel warm, welcome and cosy. Other tips to decorate your home is to add flowers on the dining table. 

4. Layer with Textures

The secret to a warm and cosy home is layering it with soothing textures. Go all out with a nice warm rug to leisure in, display throws on your sofa and fill up your space with alluring, sustainable and cosy luxury cushion covers from Eris Homes! Adding in those extra layers of warmth with our range of environment-friendly and elegantly designed luxury cushion covers are a must for a comfy home. Other tips to decorate your home is to choose luxury cushion covers that go well with the overall home decor.

5. Comfy Your Bedding

The magic lies in the small details of choosing the right luxury bed covers and luxury cushions to go on your bed. A bedroom is known to be the most intimate and soulful room in a home and the bed is an element that oozes comfort. Accessorizing it accordingly is the most important step of all. Eris Bedding provides a range of silk and cotton- bed covers and Luxury cushion covers to bring the magic of comfort to your home. It not only brings warmth through design and colour but a conscious comfort through its sustainable and environment-friendly creation that gives your home character and cosiness.

Try these 5 essential tips to decorate your home beautifully and be sure to put it up on Instagram and tag us @eris_home!

#lxuury bed covers #home decor #cushion covers #luxury cushion covers #luxury home decor #bedcover sets #bed decor

[misspaga]

Practice Mindfulness & Meditation

Practice Mindfulness & Meditation

Digging deep to discover aspects of you that you’ve lost, or dark parts of you that shock

you, can mess with the mind. I always advise people to take up the practice of

mindfulness and meditation as they do shadow work.

Mindfulness means staying in the present and being mindful of the thoughts arising

moment by moment. Acting like a thought detective, we get to identify the type of

thoughts that come. If they’re negative or false, we have the opportunity to say so. We

get to call them out and say, “Um, excuse me. I'm not falling for that. I choose to believe

and live in the truth.”

Meditation is taking time to get quiet with yourself. It's going within as a sacred act,

gaining more control over your thought life. We all know thoughts come and go, but we

do have the choice as to what types of thoughts we identify with. In daily meditation

time, we can get more acquainted with the “I” that is our core nature. Our essence. The

“I” underneath all those thoughts.

We can connect with a place of peace and harmony with ourselves as part of Divinity!

It’ll be tempting to skip time to meditate, so really make that commitment. It’s a discipline

and a practice, and can certainly help you as you navigate your shadow side of ego.

Working Through Journal Prompts

Take your time working through the following Shadow Work prompts. If you find

something too emotionally challenging to answer, find some support before doing so. A

counselor, spiritual advisor, wise friend, sponsor, etc., can oftentimes hold the space for

you to begin processing and heal various wounds.

It'll help right now if you commit to lavishing abundant love on yourself as you progress

through the journal. I know for me it used to be so easy to beat myself up. I’d start

journaling and feel horrible facing some of my shadows.

Or, I’d feel horrible because I could only write one or two sentences, where others would

be writing short stories!

Go easy on yourself. Remember that there’s no right or wrong here. Cut yourself some

slack as you delve deep into your psyche. Nurture yourself in ways that you feel loved.

If you come across something just too challenging, skip it. Maybe it’s just not time to “go

there”.

Finding And Loving The Real You

My intent is that you will consciously wake up more fully to your spiritual existence – the

real you! The you that you’ve forgotten about over the years! I hope that you experience

deep and profound spiritual transformation, as well as compassion and divine Love for

yourself and others as you work through the journal.

Remember, it’s progress we’re after; not perfection. Doing your inner healing work can be

sacred. Give yourself permission to do it with grace and love. You may want to light a

candle before journaling, taking several deep breaths and tune within. Ask all that is holyShadow Work Tips:

As you become aware of shadows arising within you, realize that this is an opportunity to

begin integrating them. This means working through them so they will lose their power or

charge over you.

It’ll be helpful for you to integrate shadows if you:

1. Acknowledge the emotion/feeling. Feel it for the moment, but know that you’re also

preparing to let it go. It might feel intense at first, but know that by “feeling” it, you’re

working on “healing” it.

2. Observe shadows from your true identity as spirit being. Think of yourself as a

witness. You may discover your shadow parts, but you’re not actually them. That shadow

is not the real part of you. It’s part of your ego, but it’s not the real you as spiritual

creation.

3. Drawing from Ken Wilber’s Integral Theory work, refer to that shadow as “you” and

“it”. (Rather than “I”.) This will help you feel separate from it. You can question it, asking

things like, “Where did you come from?” “What do you want?” “Why do you keep popping

up?”

4. Once you’ve felt it, acknowledged it, observed it, questioned it, now it’s time to

lovingly let it go. Let it integrate into your being or dissolve into nothingness. Enjoy the

peace that comes along with it.

Keep in mind that shadow work is a lifelong process. There are layers upon layers in our

psyche. There may be shadows that live in the basement, main floor, closets, the attic,

garage, and secret passageways.

Some of them are sly little suckers and hide well. But know that as you keep doing your

inner healing work, as you progress in your spiritual discipline, you’re reclaiming all of you.

You’re becoming more whole, and that means you’ll experience more peace and joy

along this life’s journey Shadow Work Tips:

As you become aware of shadows arising within you, realize that this is an opportunity to

begin integrating them. This means working through them so they will lose their power or

charge over you.

It’ll be helpful for you to integrate shadows if you:

1. Acknowledge the emotion/feeling. Feel it for the moment, but know that you’re also

preparing to let it go. It might feel intense at first, but know that by “feeling” it, you’re

working on “healing” it.

2. Observe shadows from your true identity as spirit being. Think of yourself as a

witness. You may discover your shadow parts, but you’re not actually them. That shadow

is not the real part of you. It’s part of your ego, but it’s not the real you as spiritual

creation.

3. Drawing from Ken Wilber’s Integral Theory work, refer to that shadow as “you” and

“it”. (Rather than “I”.) This will help you feel separate from it. You can question it, asking

things like, “Where did you come from?” “What do you want?” “Why do you keep popping

up?”

4. Once you’ve felt it, acknowledged it, observed it, questioned it, now it’s time to

lovingly let it go. Let it integrate into your being or dissolve into nothingness. Enjoy the

peace that comes along with it.

Keep in mind that shadow work is a lifelong process. There are layers upon layers in our

psyche. There may be shadows that live in the basement, main floor, closets, the attic,

garage, and secret passageways.

Some of them are sly little suckers and hide well. But know that as you keep doing your

inner healing work, as you progress in your spiritual discipline, you’re reclaiming all of you.

You’re becoming more whole, and that means you’ll experience more peace and joy

along this life’s journey.

to assist you.

[thegoblinwitchqueen]

Sharper Than A Serpent's Tooth

Chapter: 12

Arthur Morgan X OC

18+

Word Count: 4112

TW: Reference to death/childloss  

AO3  

His name was Daniel and he was beautiful.

Daniel was blessed with red hair, brown eyes, and the cutest feet. His skin was new and soft, and Del enjoyed the way her fingers confused the baby's skin for cotton when the young mother gently brushed the tips of them along his full cheeks.

Cheeks that should have been rosy and warm, but instead were ashen gray and blue.

Daniel came into the world on July 4, 1890 during the final hours of Blackwater’s Independence Day Parade. Del remembered the night vividly because the contractions that caused her abdomen to clench and burn matched in cadence with the firework show that painted the night sky with lights.

The pain was unbearable and excruciating. Del found that by pacing the tiny room she had once shared with her Mother inside of Diana’s brothel, the repetitive motions of her legs were the only way to keep her sanity and distract her mind from the growing pain of her cervix. Her child was ready and eager to join the family who so anxiously waited for his arrival—much like they had done for Cordelia eighteen long years ago.

Unlike his mother, Daniel was not the product of love between too young people torn apart by the two worlds they resided in. He was, unfortunately, the result of a lengthy and arduous molestation between a perverse man of God and a young orphan who was forced and abused into performing acts no child should be exposed to.

It was a blessing from the lord above that Del had not conceived prior to her eighteen birthday, or the situation she had found herself surviving would have played out differently.

Del realized she was pregnant a month before her long awaited departure from her prison in Saint Denis. She had observed that her cycle was more than a month late, her stomach grew fickle, and she could no longer stand to smell Sister Margarita’s lemon and ginger candle that Del used to love to inhale during evenings Bible studies.

Cordelia Black was pregnant and scared.

The young woman kept her swelling abdomen hidden from the clergy by under thick layers of skirts and blouses. Del was two months away from the age she needed to reach to escape her long term abuser and father to her unborn child.

Father Leo Frederick was not an unattractive man. He had come to the orphanage at the age of 21 from a rich plantation family in Lemoyne. He was to take a vow of celibacy, and serve the lord after he had assaulted a maid which resulted in an unwanted bastard. He was a handsome man with copper locks that curled and framed his strong jaw. He was charitable, responsible, and charismatic. Father Frederick was the youngest priest to ever run the Saint Dennis Orphanage, and he had a dark side.

When the raven haired child of five arrived from Blackwater, Father Frederick had just graduated to priesthood and had been managing the orphanage for less than a month. At first, he treated the young girl with utmost care and provided the child with everything she needed to adjust to her new life in the priory. However, after a few years, his care and company transitioned from that of a young priest hoping to provide guidance, to something more sinister.

As far as Del could remember, Father Frederick started his grooming of the innocent child little by little.

It began with a hand that lingered a little too long on her thigh during prayer, or the times when he just so happened to walk in on her as she bathed or changed. Things that seemed harmless and easily rationalized in the psyche of the small child. That was, until he made his move when she was nine years old.

Del had entered a small janitorial closet to hang the mop and bucket she had used to clean the chapel floor, and found herself locked in with the older gentleman.

Unfortunately, that closet would become a dark and painful place within her memory.

Father Frederick tried to keep Cordelia Black, and throughout the years, had succeeded to deter any potential families that wanted to adopt the young raven haired child with fictitious warnings of an unruly and cruel child. After all, she had been the spawn of a prostitute and an outlaw who had just started to make a name for himself when she arrived.

As a result, Del was stuck in an unending cycle with no prospects to save her except the one given by government to ordain her as a legal adult.

When she was just two months shy of her eighteen birthday, Daniel was conceived in that very closet.

Now in Blackwater, another painful contraction of her womb forced the young mother onto her knees. With fingers that shook and breaths that were hard and gasping, she reached between her legs to where she could feel the soft, moist head of hair that belonged to her unborn child. He was finally ready.

She screamed and held her breath as her body took hold to guide her to push the child free from her aching womb. Diana held her hands underneath in waiting for her nephew.

One.

Two.

Three

Breathe.

Again

One

Two

Three.

One more time.

One

Two

Three

Finally, the fair haired child fell from his young mother and into the midnight arms of his adopted Aunt. Del was exhausted, sick, sweaty, and eager to hold the child that would kick her ribs and bladder for months. She sat against the leg of her wooden bed frame, and watched as the once elated faces of her aunts transitioned from smiling to something she couldn’t quite place. Something that made her heart stop and her eyes tear.

Diana furiously cleaned the child’s airways of mucus and provided breaths of life into the infant's mouth. Sadly, it didn’t matter as it was too late.

The long and arduous labor had caused the child to wrap the bond that once provided love and nutrients from his now anxious mother around his tiny neck. Daniel was gone before he even took his first breath. Del sobbed, and held her son against her chest.

God was cruel to her, and she did not know why.

The child was buried next to his Grandmother in Blackwater. Two souls taken to heaven too young. And again, Del stood at the familiar gravesite while she cried hot and bitter tears.

Del decided at that moment that she would leave and would not come back.

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They say that the confessions of the intoxicated are the truths of the sober mind. Truths that most would prefer to keep locked away by the inhibitions that alcohol magically lowered.

And the night when Arthur Morgan had confided in Cordelia Black the emotions he had started to feel for the girl was one such confession that had been released with the help of a few shots of good ol’ Whiskey.  The outlaw had told Del that he wanted to pursue her affections.

Brave of him…considering the forces that stood to keep the two apart.

Del thought of her father and how he would surely oppose his only daughter getting caught up in the romance of his eldest adopted son. Dutch loved Arthur, would kill for him, but knew that Cordelia was not meant for a life of danger and strife.

The man had mentioned during her time at Horseshoe Overlook that he had intended to find a place of refuge for his daughter once they had enough money to allow Del to pay off her 800.00 bounty.  The amount was obscene and an obvious attempt to lure bounty hunters or keep Del with the gang until the Pinkerton Agency could track them down. Whispers of the girl's disappearance and her connections to the Van der Linde gang were all over Valentine.

Del had told Arthur she needed time.

Time for planning…and time to decide if she was ready to release the awful parts of herself from the prison her mind had kept the thoughts hidden from the light of day for so many years. Being with Arthur would mean he would have to know her. Scars and all. And that terrified her.

Del sat heavily on the log bench next to Molly O’Shea as the two women drank their morning coffee as they did every morning. Typically, the two would discuss the previous night's dreams or their plans for the upcoming afternoon. However, this morning was particularly silent.

Arthur had left for another trip that would take no more than a week.

Javier and Charles had left the day before to track down the whereabouts of Sean MacGuire in Blackwater, and Arthur needed to join them to ensure the young Irishman’s safe return.

It was Karen that woke Del from her deep slumber with tears of joy streaming down her cheeks. Sean was found alive, and coming home. While the young woman held her sister in a loving embrace, Del saw that the cot of Arthur Morgan was empty.

Arthur must have left before the morning sun peeked over the mountains of New Hanover, and before saying goodbye to Del.

The young woman knew that her words from two nights prior, while not a firm rejection, hurt him.

Arthur Morgan was a man who kept the inner workings of his mind and heart behind walls that were impervious to most people or situations that others would cave to so easily. He was strong, caring, and a prideful fool. He had avoided the young woman by performing chores around the camp, or leaving to Valentine for odd jobs. Del found herself often drawing in her book, alone.

“You’re awfully quiet, Del.” Molly's melodic voice broke through the cloud of thoughts that kept Del’s blue eyes fixated on the dancing fire flames. “Is there something on your mind?”

Molly was a shrewd woman. Her thick red hair was full of secrets, and Del knew that she was incredibly observant of the inner workings of the camp social relationships.

Del figured that Molly had an idea of the cause of Del's silence to be that of the affections of a certain outlaw.

However, the young woman still contemplated if telling her Fathers lover of the words Arthur had said was for their best interest or against it.

Molly seemed to know much about the topic of love and could assuredly provide Del with advice that she so desperately needed to help her navigate this uncharted territory. Still, Del knew that if she did, Dutch would find out and Del did not know what to expect. As well, she just did not have the energy to handle the stress of it.

“I just worry about the boys, is all.” Del sipped the bitter water from her tin mug with furrowed brows. She was worried for Javier and sweet Charles, but Arthur and his safety was heavy at the forefront of her mind. Molly lifted a thinly drawn eyebrow. “Blackwater was crawling with Pinkertons when I left for Valentine. I figure not much has changed-“

“Which boy, in particular?” Molly cut in. The Irish beauty would not allow her Lovers kin to change the subject so easily and without a fight. Molly had an idea of Arthur’s affections, but she wanted Del to tell her.

“All of them, Molly.” Del was too smart to play into her game.

Another bout of awkward silence fell between them before Dutch approached the red haired beauty from behind, kissed her rosy cheek, and greeted his daughter with a loving smile. Del was thankful for Dutch’s timely intervention.

“The day is bright and bountiful  with visions of beauties around this refuge for the damned. Good morning, Molly.” He kissed the Lilly white hand of Ms. O’Shea. “Cordelia.”

“Good morning, Dutch.” Del forced a weak smile. He did not seem to notice her melancholy the same way Molly had.

“It is a great day to know that Sean is alive, and should be home within the week. Karen is sure to be thrilled.” Dutch massaged Molly's shoulders through her bright green blouse. The redhead blushed and giggled. “You’ll love Sean, Del. He’s young, about your age, and quite a talker. But don’t expect him to read with you!”

Del laughed slightly. She knew about Sean from the nights Karen had secretly cried next to her and prayed for his safe return. Karen wasn’t a woman meant for religion, but she prayed for him. Even if she acted like she did not care for the boy.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Del dumped the last of her chilled drink and straightened the fabric of her prairie skirt when she stood up. “Dutch, do you think I could go for a ride? The Duchess has been restless. And I’m not planning on going into Valentine for a good while.”

The camp was relatively sparse compared to the crowded and bustling energy Del had become accustomed to. As a result, chores were easily finished before lunch and Del was bored by supper.

The boys were spread out amongst New Hanover, Blackwater, and even as far as Strawberry. Most of what was left behind was the women, child, and older members of the group.

Cordelia had gained more of Dutch’s trust and as a result of her dedication to the gang through acts of service around camp. The man had begun to allow the young woman to ride for no more than an hour at a time as long as she stayed amongst the plains and forest. And so far, nothing noteworthy had occurred to deter his loosening decision. Del got to know her father well, and understood the strict precautions he had imposed on his kin. They were precautions that he too had to reluctantly follow.

Del realized that Dutch rarely left the safety of the camp unless he absolutely needed to. He too was in a prison of his own making as his wanted posters crowded the bounty boards from Blackwater to Annesburg. Del compared herself and her father to Two eagles who were unfortunately trapped in cages meant for canaries.

Dutch exaggerated a disapproving expression across his face, but Del knew he was in a good mood and only meant to jest or tease.

“Alright, Jelly. Just be back in an hour and keep a low profile.” Dutch opened his arms to embrace the young woman. Del gladly held her tiny frame against her fathers broad chest. Every moment she spent with the man was precious, and she memorized the beating of his heart as she held him in a fatherly hug. Del had never expected to become so close to the man in her photograph that she had stared at for so long.

“Don’t worry, I plan on coming back soon.” Del gave a quick goodbye to Molly and her camp companions before she mounted an eager Duchess and rode off to get some fresh air.

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The dry grass of Blackwater caused the rough skin of Arthur Morgan to itch as it poked through his faded blue button up. The sun was high in the sky, and the outlaw could feel his face grow tight and red as the heat bore down upon him.

Arthur had joined his brothers in arms in Blackwater for reconnaissance. Sean MacGuire was being held by bounty hunters and was expected to be hung at the gallows later that week.

It was by happenstance that Josiah Trelawney had discovered the young man’s location when he had stayed behind in Blackwater. As a floating member of the gang, Trelawney often escaped notoriety or bounties. He was useful, and more often, incredibly annoying.

Javier, Arthur, and Charles were camped on a cliffside plateau that provided the best visual to the bustling city below. They laid on their stomachs amongst the golden grains to share a set of binoculars that they used to observe the Pinkertons and Ike Skeldding's bounty boy that stood posted around the town. From far away, they looked like an angry ant colony.

“Damn…There are so many.” Charles observed as he gazed through the binoculars. He passed the seeing glass to Arthur who only groaned in aggravated agreement. Javier grimaced and clicked his tongue.

This was going to be tough.

Arthur knew that there was a good chance that he or his friends may not make it back alive. Still, when he went to stir the sleeping woman from her cot to say his goodbye, Arthur could not bring himself to touch her bare shoulder. His heart and idiot brain were still reeling from the night he told her his intentions.

He did not mean to do it, and he did not want to either. However, the whiskey had allowed his carefully controlled mind to succumb to feelings similar to those he felt in adolescence towards a Ms. Mary Gillis. Despite his frustration with himself, he was surprised that Del had even considered him.

Arthur thought of the red flush of her cheeks as they stood in the river. Her hair was wet and plastered to her face and nightgown. She had smiled and held his hand tightly within her own small grip. His heart palpitated through his chest in anticipation as he watched her bite her smiling lip before she had asked for time.  

Not a no.

Time.

Arthur could work with time.

Josiah quietly snuck across the plateau to join the trio on the cliff side. In a surprising and un dramatic way, the dandy gave his companions a quick update to Sean’s whereabouts. He was held by bounty hunters and expected to be transferred that day.

“We’ve got to plan this just right, or Sean will have to be cut loose.” Arthur let an exasperated growl escape his dry lips.

“We’re not cutting anyone loose.” Charles was quick to put the third hand into his place. Charles was just and honorable, which meant no one was left behind. The four continued to map out their plan before they ultimately left to find their brother. Sean was coming home.

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The spring breeze of New Hanover was cool even as the summer season started to creep in from around the corner. The days were growing long, and the humidity was beginning to set in and Del knew that the summer heat would be difficult to manage in a tiny caravan. She did not look forward to the heated smells of man and manure.

Duchess was excited to be on the dirt path and not amongst the other horses to graze lazily on bright green grasses and wildflowers. Despite Duchess becoming close to Dutch’s stallion, The Count, she had been relatively unruly and even tried to kick poor Kieran in the leg when he tried to clean her hooves. Much like the woman that rode her, the cob needed to stretch her short legs.

Del had enjoyed her outing, and the slight burn on her cheeks from the sun made her think of Arthur in Blackwater.

Blackwater was hot most of the year, and she was sure he would come back peeling and sore. She was ready for him to be home even though she knew he had just left that very morning.

The young woman kept her horse at a steady pace, but slowed when she came across the distinctive markings of carriage wheels on the dirt below.

Typically, Del would have not minded the prints, but the trail of the carriage seemed erratic and indicated some sort of distress before leading to a small ravine. Del closely followed the trail, her wide eyes looked on to keep thr tracks in her line of sight as the prints drastically veered into the grass.  Suddenly, she came across the unlucky origin of the erratic track marks.

They were the result of a small passenger carriage, turned on its head and stuck within the muddy contents that had sat previously undisturbed at the bottom of the ravine. The horse that pulled the carriage was nowhere to be seen.

“Oh my god!” The young woman dismounted her beast and descended the muddy hill with speed and care. “Hello?! Is anyone hurt?”

No response was heard. When Del reached the carriage, muddy and frantic, the upside down vehicle appeared to be empty. Inside was a carpet suitcase, a feathered hat, and a woman’s cloak but the passenger was no longer present. Del felt relieved as the emptiness at least meant that no one was hurt or dead. She wiped her brow, and cursed as the mud from her hand left a dark mark. She forgot.

“Hello? Is anyone down there?”

A feminine voice like summer rain reverberated through the silence.

“I-I am!” Del called back. “I only came to make sure no one needed immediate assistance.”

“Oh goodness! I am the owner of that carriage! Please, do not trouble yourself further. If you climb up I’ll help you!”

Del looked up to see a blacked out shadow of a woman. Her figure blocked out the brightness of the late spring sun, and Del could barely make out her face. The young woman ascended the hillside on all fours until she reached the top where the stranger extended her hand to pull Del to the safety of the dirt path.

“Thank you,” Del wheezed out. She seemed to be covered in mud more recently than ever in her life in Blackwater or Saint Dennis. “I appreciate it.”

“No, please. It’s my fault you look a mess.” The woman reached into her pocket book and pulled out an already used handkerchief for Del to remove the mud from her hands. “I’m sorry, I used it for my own hands after the accident. It’s just mud, and I’m sure this is better than nothing.”

Del took the handkerchief gratefully, and wiped her hands and face. Once finished, she returned the cloth to the woman. Del took in the beautiful features of the strangers' face with a sense of awe.

The stranger was older, but no more than 35 with chestnut hair, a fine bridged nose, a beauty mark on her right cheek, and soft full lips. Her outfit screamed gentry, and her complexion was clear from the stressors of labor. She was a fine woman of high class.

“I’m glad you are well!” Del was relieved that the woman was free of harm despite the dirty ring around her teal dress from where the woman had trudged through the mud.

“Thank you. I was sitting in the shade waiting for my driver to return. He took our mare to Valentine to see if he can procure a carriage to complete our journey to town.” The woman’s smile was warm, but Del could see worry hidden behind her dark eyes. “Although it seems that fate has made my mission more difficult. He has yet to return and it’s been at least three hours.”

“Seems like a long time to be away as Valentine should be no more than 45 minutes from here.” Del looked at the horizon and could faintly see the chapel bell tower peaking through the hills. The unfortunate events had seemed to cause the woman to stay exposed and alone to the elements while she waited. Del knew what troubles lurked for a woman who was alone in the wild open.

“Yes, that’s what worries me. My father hired him recently, and the gentleman seemed…untrustworthy. It was a group of coyotes that spooked our horse and sent us flying.” The woman laughed. “But luckily no one was hurt. I worry that they may have caused my driver more issues…or he may have stolen my ten dollars and my mare.”  

Del knew that in her good conscience she could not leave this woman to wait for a man who may never come to retrieve her.

Dell removed the simple blue shawl that she had wrapped around her dress for extra protection, and wrapped the thin fabric around her head like how the Slavic immigrant grandmothers wore around Blackwater. Dutch would understand, and it was only a small ride. The Duchess was strong, and with some coaxing, could carry both women to Valentine within 30 minutes.

“Ma’am, please allow me to escort you to Valentine. I would hate to know that you were out here. There are outlaws and animals that roam these parts.”

“Oh no! I…I couldn’t!”

“Please, “ Del extended her hand in greeting for the woman to shake. “My name is Elizabeth Kilgore.”

The woman hesitated, and looked at Del with a questioning expression across her delicate features. “Mary Linton.”

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And I think

This silence

Burns worse than any insult

Ever could

Your absence

Is gaping

A tangible presence apart from me

And it burns

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Healing Spell Facing a Mirror

Healing Spell Facing a Mirror

Self-healing is difficult, but not impossible. This is one of the easiest ways to appease the pain and all kinds of discomfort, is a basic form of ceremonial magic and much psyche. You just need a chair, five green candles, one white candle and a full-length mirror. Sit in front of the mirror, breathe slowly and deeply as you count mentally to ten, look at your reflection straight in the eyes and visualize the pain as a floating shadow over your body.

Visualize the shadow in the mirror, look in detail as it materializes and light in front of you the green candles, as always in clockwise form, now get up and mobilize the candles already lit with great care to place them around the chair. Go back to your place and Mentalize how the healing energy breaks that shadow that covers you. Light the white candle in front of you and, staring in the mirror, observe how you burn and break that discomfort completely and it's pieces vanish into thin air, rest up before the mirror until the candles get totally consumed.

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Keep Away

Yandere!Bakugou x reader

It’s a special occasion, so Bakugou decides to wine and dine you. It’s too bad for him that you’re intent on ignoring him.

Warnings: yandere, dark themes, lime, forced orgasm, minor food kink, stockholm syndrome, spanking, light violence

A/N: I woke up at like three in the morning and decided to finish this. I saw a bad ending to a certain cyberpunk bl dating sim, and thought “would be kinda cool to be force fed cake,” but then it didn’t really turn into all that much cake feeding which is probably for the best. Who’s to say. It’s just kinda fun to say “it came to me during a cyberpunk bl dating sim bad end,” rather than, “it came to me in a dream.” Also, I’m so sorry if you read this and go “ew strawberry cake isn’t my jam. Belgium chocolate 5evah!!!!1!!” but if you do happen to like strawberry cake, I got you fam. 

“So you’re not talkin’ to me now, is that it?”

You keep your gaze low, careful not to even lock eyes with your captor—because no, you’re not talking to him, you’re not looking at him, you’re not even going to acknowledge his existence. It’s your verbal keep away. You’ve decided that it’s the worst possible punishment for Bakugou—ignoring him. You’ve tried just about everything: screaming at him, hitting him, crying to him, begging for your release, and it’s all given you nothing. You figure, why be anymore of a source for his entertainment?

“You should at least thank me for cookin’ you a proper meal.”

From across the candlelit table, Bakugou uncrosses his arms, glaring from the admittedly very well-made plate, to you. He clicks his tongue when you don’t respond, then moans around a mouthful of pad-see-ew, just like he knows you can’t stand.

“It’s so good, baby. Practically melts on my tongue…”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes at that. It would be different if it wasn’t his food he complimented, but that’s Bakugou for you. Insolent, prideful, and terrible.

Bakugou stabs his chopsticks into his plate. “You’re not wearing the dress I bought. Not good enough for you?”

You didn’t even try it on. You want to tell him, but that would only spur him on. Bakugou likes it when you challenge him. He always gets that stupid smirk on his face, that daring look in his eye—always like he’s ready to bend you over and fuck you into submission. More often than not, that’s what ends up happening.

“Your ass would look great in it,” he says before taking another mouthful. You can feel his crimson glower scorching your skin, but you won’t give him the satisfaction of a reaction. “You can wear whatever you want, though. I want your ass even in those sweats.”

You exhale and lean back back in your chair. He really has to be so vulgar, doesn’t he? Well, that’s not gonna make you crack.

“Yeah, I won’t force you in it. Not yet, at least.” Bakugou grins at the thought, chewing loudly. “I wouldn’t mind playing a little dress up with my doll.”

Your lip twitches, and you hope he doesn’t see. You have to squeeze your thighs together and ignore impending thoughts of Bakugou’s hands on you—first tearing your clothes off, then slowly, sensually zipping that tight, black dress up. You can’t keep from imagining his lips grazing your back, hands running through your hair, him pressing into your backside…

“Need some water, babe? You’re looking a little flushed.”

Your eyes snap to Bakugou’s and your cheeks warm even more when you realize he’s just caught you fantasizing. At least he doesn’t know what you were thinking about. Christ, you could only imagine the field day he’d have with you if he found out you ever thought about him like that.

After you’ve spent plenty of time hating yourself for having these thoughts, you’ve come to the conclusion that it has to be natural. In a psyche class you’ve taken, you learned a bit about Stockholm syndrome, and though you’re sure you’re definitely not falling in love with your captor, it’s perfectly fine that you occasionally think about him in the lusty kinda way. Admittedly, he’s earned it with the amount of orgasms he’s given you since you’ve been taken. But he hasn’t earned your love. Definitely not.

Bakugou stands, folding his napkin onto the table, and walks over to the ice chest he has on standby. He’s wearing his red dress shirt, paired with that white floral vest and nice slacks. You want to know what the occasion is for, but you won’t ask. You’re definitely underdressed, and a part of you wishes you had put on that dress he picked out for you.

You close your eyes and empty your mind of such stupid thoughts.

“How about some champagne?” Bakugou flips a knife out and cuts the cork off with a pop!, making you jump a little bit. He glides over to you, puts his hand on your shoulder, leans in, and fills the crystalline flute sitting on the table. He smells like spice and that natural burnt toffee aroma he has. It’s so nice that you can’t help but lean into him just a teeny bit. And he notices.

“You’re gonna eat somethin’ for me, yeah?” he whispers lowly into your hair before kissing your temple. You freeze while he moves down your neck, brushing a finger along the opposing side of your face, coaxing your head to turn. “Or are you not in the mood for Thai? We can always skip straight to dessert.”  

Bakugou dips down to kiss you, but you turn so he misses and kisses your ear. He growls out a sigh and you clench your hands into fists. You’re waiting for it—for him to lose his cool. You don’t know why he’s trying to act kindly to you, but that’s sure to end at any moment, and when it does, he’s going to feel guilty. You’re planning on exposing him as the monster you’re always accusing him of being.

“I’m serious, I made cake,” he says, a slight edge in his voice. He twirls a finger around a strand of your hair, tugging it so you face him. “Your favorite. Strawberry cream frosting, and it tastes fucking fantastic.”

Bakugou’s gaze drops down to your lips before finding your eyes. “I could feed it to you—have you lick that sweet cream right off the tips of my fingers.”

Your scowl tightens on him. He smirks.

“Your lips always look the prettiest when they’re wrapped around something. I’m startin’ to really like that idea.”

“Why?” you bite out, because you can’t take it anymore. You’re either going to die from curiosity or die from embarrassment when he inevitably undresses you and finds out just how much his teasing gets to you, and you won’t let him have that.

Even still, Bakugou looks as triumphant as ever because you gave him what he wants: your attention.

“Why what, huh?”

“Why the dress!” You bark, resolve out the damn window. “The meal, the champagne, the cake?! Why are you trying to be so nice to me all of a sudden?”

“I’m not trying to be nice. I am nice.” Bakugou rolls his eyes as if he’s explaining something simple to a child.

“No, you’re not!” You insist. “You’re...you’re…” Shock sets in and your shoulders grow rigid. He couldn’t possibly be...but if he is...he’d be absolutely daft to think you’ll say yes. “You’re not proposing to me, are you?”

“Hah?” Bakugou’s eyes widen. You definitely caught him off guard, and you could melt from the steaming blaze in your cheeks. “You want me to put a rock on those pretty fingers of yours? Make an honest man out of me?”

“No! No!” You exclaim on a head shake. “I just thought...with the whole atmosphere-“

“Princess,” he interrupts, taking your hand into his. He brings the back of your wrist to his lips, and for a moment, you think you could be right about him proposing after all. At least, until he speaks again. “We ain’t gonna get hitched ‘til you’re good and knocked up—at least four months in, too. That way, there won’t be a chance in hell you can skip out on me.”

There won’t be a chance in hell he will knock you up with your IUD in, so good luck to him on that endeavor. It’s not like he doesn’t know about it, either. There’s a reason why he’s never been hesitant to enter you unwrapped. Although, considering what he just said, you don’t believe he’d be any different if the circumstances were different.

Your lips curl into a snarl. “Then what’s going on?!”

“You seriously don’t know?” He scoffs, then leads your hand to your champagne flute. Once you take it, Bakugou tells you he’ll be right back, and you down the drink. You let the bubbles wash down your throat and quickly take a bite of noodles before he sees. You sigh. They really do melt on your tongue. Bastard.

Before you know it, the faint smell of burning wics envelope your space, and all the lights in the room besides the candles on the table dim. Then, there’s a cake placed in front of you—pink, with intricate, white designs lining its frosted edges. You count the candles and there are exactly the same amount of years you’ve been on this earth, plus one—no, not plus one.

You look up to Bakugou for an explanation. He’s simply grinning down at you, looking proud.

“Happy birthday, baby.” Bakugou kisses the top of your head. “Make a wish.”

Absently, you blow the candles out, but you don’t make a wish, because your brain is too busy doing mental math. On your last birthday, you’d gone on a date with Hitoshi Shinsou. He took you to a cute, little café, bought you a coffee and a tiny cake. He’d ended the night with one of the shyest, sweetest kisses you’ve ever received. Not even four days later, Bakugou took you. You never got to thank Shinsou for that perfect day.

The hair on the back of your neck rises with the sudden realization that you’ve been with Bakugou for nearly an entire year. That’s one year of your life ripped away from you. One year where you haven’t made any progress achieving your dreams. One year that you’ll never get back.

“What’d ya wish for?” Bakugou asks, but you hardly hear him due to the scathing fury that rings in your ears and burns your back. You’re unsure of what you should say or how you should react; you already pulled the silent treatment and you think you’re far too livid to go zipping your lips again.

There’s only one thing you can do: go absolutely batshit crazy.

“I hate you!”

With a quick shuffle, the cake is splattered on the table, your plate flies across the room, and chopsticks are in your hand, aiming for Bakugou’s eyes. It’s too bad for you that Bakugou either expects it, or his reflexes are just so good that he catches you by the wrist before you can stab him. You’re immediately twisted around, chest on the table, arm pinned to your back, and his erection pressing into your ass.

“Yeah? You hate me?” Bakugou’s voice is erratic, husky, dripping with lust. He climbs on top of you, grinds into your behind, and hisses, “wanna say that again?”

“Let me go, asshole!” You below and try to buck him off of you, which only encourages him to pull your arm tighter, forcing you into paralysis. You grit your teeth while tears sting your lower lashes. The only weapon you have is your voice, and that’s always proven ineffective against him in the past. Still, you can’t stop yourself from yelling. “It’s been a goddamn year! I’m sick of being your prisoner!”

“Is that right?” Bakugou shifts, and you hear the sounds of metal clanking. You know instantly that he’s taking off his belt. You writhe as much as you possibly can, fearing a lashing. He hasn’t ever really hit you before, and though getting him to the point had been your end goal, taking the belt is a whole other level of pain you’re not willing to endure.

“Katsuki,” you pant, desperate. “Please, no. Please don’t. It’s...it’s my birthday!”

“You think I don’t fucking know that?” Bakugou releases your wrist, and goes for your hair instead. He yanks you back so that his chest presses against your back. His lips are against the junction of your shoulder and neck as he growls, “after everything I’ve fuckin’ done for you? Ungrateful little slut.”

He pulls your sweats down, cupping your ass roughly with his large, calloused hands. They feel good—his rough touch against your soft cheeks—and despite feeling fearful for the state of your ass, you can feel yourself getting aroused. “I really gotta put you in your place today of all days?” He squeezes your ass tight and possessive, like he owns it, and in the moment, you can’t really say that he doesn’t.

“No,” you cry and god you’re pathetic. You had this entire plan set up and now it’s barreling out of your control. As his lips graze your shoulder, you let out a sigh and say, “the cake was really, really pretty, Katsuki. I’m sure I would’ve loved it. I’m sorry I did that. I just…”

“Just what?” He rasps against your neck before his hot tongue draws a long line across your skin, making you shiver in response.

“I was just...overwhelmed,” you admit. “Our anniversary-“ you choke out, the words sour on your tongue, but you manage to make it sound sweet-“is just around the corner. I wasn’t prepared...I don’t have a whole lot of resources to do something special for you…”

Katsuki Bakugou sure is a lot of things, but he’s not a moron. You’re positive he can read your facade like a book and he’s certainly not one to play along. .

“Oh yeah? You wanna do something for me?” He sucks in your earlobe between his teeth, nibbling playfully. You mewl as Bakugou reaches around your body, large fingers moving down the front of you and sliding down your pubic bone. He dips two fingers between your lips, swiping smugly at the traitorous puddling at your core. “Is this really what gets you off, sweetheart? Lying to me just so I get a little rough with you?”

“N-no.” You try to sound stern, sure of yourself, but Bakugou is light to the touch, fingers barely teasing your sensitivity. You catch yourself grinding into them, directly resulting in your ass moving against his erection. You can feel him pulse against you, and it only makes your pussy throb in direct result, which doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Just admit you want me,” he seethes, pressing more firmly against you while his middle finger teases your entrance. “You like me like this. You don’t want sweet—you want me to be a hard ass, don't you? Why else would you act like such a slutty little brat? Good girls don’t get wet after shit like this, baby. Good girls don’t like to be thrown around.”

“Katsuki,” you say on a sigh while bringing a hand to his arm, hoping to direct him to break through your surface.

“Put your hands on the table,” he growls.

“Please.” You ignore him, pulling his arm more insistently, needing him to deepen his touch.

“This is the last time I’m gonna ask you; put your hands on the table, or I won’t hesitate to use this belt against your bare fuckin’ ass. I’ll lick you so good, you’ll have bruises for months. You’ll need to sit on a fuckin’ ice pack the next time I’m courteous enough to have you dine with me at my table.”

Shuddering, you obey him, planting your palms against the flat of the table, away from the splattered cake. Bakugou lets out a contemptuous scoff, brings your wrists together, and easily wraps his belt around them, tight and with no leeway.

He then pushes your shirt up so that it’s around your wrist with the belt, and pulls your sweats down all the way off of your legs. You’re virtually naked in front of him, with the exception of your bra and panties, helpless to do anything about it. Just like he likes it. He always wants you to bite back until he gets you to submit. He was probably enjoying your little silent treatment show, too; it was just another kind of rebellion, another barbel that he’s fought and won.

A tingle runs down your spine as he traces it with calloused fingers. You feel your stomach tighten from anticipation when he reaches your tailbone and his touch leaves your body. You hear him chuckle as he pulls at a strap of your thong, snapping it back into place. “At least I know you like the panties I got you.”

Pain bursts on your right cheek as the sound of his sharp slap ricochets around the dining room. You have to bite your lip to keep from crying out—even still, you’re trembling when he rubs the sore spot.

“Awww,” he coos, snickering. “You gonna try and act tough?”

You exhale, trying and failing to keep a steady breath, but it’s all wrong and you’re already panting.

“Show me how much you hate me, baby, I wanna hear you sing it.”

The next lick comes without any precursor, no warning, no time for you to brace yourself, so when he slaps your ass, you can’t help but cry out—ecstatic or indignant—it’s not your place to decide.

“Katsuki!” You fall forward, forehead on the table, inches away from the ruined cake.

He chuckles at your position, petting the back of your hair. “If you want me to stop, you’re gonna have to lick it up, Princess.”

Your eyes narrow and you shoot a sideways glare back at him. “I’m not a dog.”

His lips tilt sideways, cocky and annoyingly hot, cheeks red, brow raised provocatively. “You sure look like a bitch to me.”

He spanks you a third and fourth time, and your mouth hangs open with unspoken yelps, a familiar, shameful feeling traveling down your stomach to your throbbing heat.

Taking a second, Bakugou dips his fingers into the pink frosted mess in front of your eyes, and brings it to your mouth. “Taste it for me. I worked hard to get the flavor right,” he commands, smearing the cream over your bottom lip. You’re helpless to oblige. Only, when you stick your tongue out, he pushes two fingers into your mouth.

“Bite me, and I’ll have you tied up for the entire night. I’ll make you scream until you’re on the edge of passing out, then I’ll fuck you awake. I’ll use you—fill every hole you’ve got ‘til you’re nothing but a leaky drainpipe full of my cum. Do I make myself clear?”

“Mhmm…” Not wanting to test to see if he was just making empty promises, because he never makes empty promises, you glide your tongue around his fingers, aiming to please. You let out a soft, appreciative hum when you taste the sweet, strawberry flavored frosting, and suck his fingers clean.

“Good girl,” he says, his fingers leaving your mouth, only to dip back into the cake. He brings them back to your lips and you take him in willingly. “Now, I don’t want to hear another word out of that pretty little mouth, until I tell you to speak. Understand?”

You look at him with affirmation. He spanks you again.

Your body jolts, spit and cream drooling out of your mouth as you moan, trying not to utter a comprehensive word. The vibrations from the impact sends waves of pleasure dancing across your clenching heat. He hasn’t even really touched your sex, and yet, you feel the coils of an approaching orgasm winding up in the pit of your stomach.

The sixth and seventh spank has tears falling down your cheeks. The heat is too much to bear and you can feel sweat sliding down your back. You want to warn him—to request that he takes a break, because the oncoming shame that’s making your toes tingle and your heart race might be a little more humiliating than having him torture you for the entire night. But you say nothing, your curiosity besting your dignity. The next spank does you in. Your body shakes as you wail, your coils breaking while you pool out, thighs sheened with your arousal. There’s absolutely no hiding yourself, and Bakugou is going to be all too smug about this. You simply cannot believe yourself.

“No way,” Bakugou husks, fingers leaving your mouth. You’re panting again when he brings his fingers to your fluttering pussy. He pushes them in and all you can offer is a sigh when he’s up to his digits in you.

“Aww...oh no.” You can’t tell if his concern is genuine or not, but it doesn’t matter to you. You’re ashamed, embarrassed, and defeated. He’s never going to let you live this down. You can already hear his future taunts buzzing around in your head. ‘You can’t pretend like you don’t like me when I’ve made you cum just by spanking your perfect little ass.’

God-fucking-damn it.

He has all the merit to tease you for it now, and you’re expecting him to—hell, you’re practically bracing yourself for it, but instead, he pulls his fingers back and pushes your bottom over, so you face him.

“Ah~Ow!” You wince when your butt hits the table.

“Ah. C’mere.”  He frowns and pulls you up by the belt at your wrist. You don’t stop yourself from falling into his embrace. He might be the source of all of your dread, but he’s also your only means of comfort. You let your tears roll onto his chest, muffling your sobs into his shirt. He hushes you, nails tickling your back as he kisses your hair. “S’okay, princess. You’re okay. I’m here.”

“I’m s-sorry,” you cry, and though your wrists are still bound, you manage to clutch onto his shirt. You pull him into you, shamelessly reveling in the familiarity of his scent.

“Hmm?” He lifts your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “What for?”

Your lips tremble and you shake your head, unable to voice exactly what you’re sorry for. Climaxing? Telling him that you hate him? Treating him so poorly when all he does is take care of you? You shake your head again when the actualization of your situation sets into the forefront of your mind. There’s practically a river of tears streaming down your face now and you wish for nothing more than to do disappear, because you’re a stupid girl, there’s cake in your hair, and Stockholm syndrome is bullshit!

“What is it?” He insists, he is tone low, caring.

Dumb. You’re so dumb. Your brain is screaming at you to not say anything, but your skin still buzzes from the thrill of your orgasm. Despite loathing yourself more than ever, you’re practically high, both from catharsis and euphoria.

“I don’t...hate you.” It’s small but it’s there—your voice. There’s a lot to decode from your confession, and by the way Bakugou’s eyes soften just the tiniest bit, you know that he knows what you will not say..

His thumb brushes across the corner of your mouth, wiping away at some residual frosting, then brings it up to where your lips part.

“I know,” he says as you take him in again, swirling your tongue around his thumb, now enjoying the taste of the cake. “Of course I know.”

Your heart swells when he doesn’t laugh at you. He doesn’t even look all that proud of himself. He simply gazes at you with adoration and amazement—and, of course, lust because you have your lips wrapped around something. Prick.  

“That was very hot, babe,” he says before kissing your forehead. “I really didn’t think that you could be so responsive to me.” He chuckles darkly, but it lacks his familiar malicious undertone. “Don’t really feel like I earned it, either.”

His thumb leaves your mouth, slides against your bottom lip, and is abruptly replaced with a kiss. Bakugou’s tongue teases your mouth open, then caresses yours with his. “Mmm,” he hums, the reverberations of his voice sending sensational buzzes down your neck. He nips at your bottom lip, then smirks against you. “Tastes good.”

He kisses you again, molding his lips perfectly to yours, and you feel his arousal poke at your bound hands. Not quite lucid enough to think it through, but feeling a bit mischievous yourself, you cup his girth through his trousers, rubbing his hard length up and down. You run your tongue against his, wanting to taste the power he has over you.

“You want me, baby?” Bakugou asks, pressing himself more firmly into your hands. “You wanna feel me slide inside that wet pussy of yours?”

Still not willing to give him a verbal confirmation, you squeeze his cock, legs wrapping around his torso to pull him closer to you. He growls when you have him grinding against your heat, a dark stain appearing on the prominent bulge he rubs against you. When he pulls away, you see that his pupils are blown, barely a sliver of his crimson iris to be seen. He looks moonstruck, predatory, and beautiful.

“Naughty girl,” he scolds, a tick in his jaw. He pushes you lightly, easing so that your back is on the table, your legs spread out for him. He groans when he runs a finger up your damp, clothed slit.

“I asked you a question,” he continues, playing with your core. He gets a dreamy look in his eye when he pulls your panties to the side, and feels exactly how wet you are for him. Then, he shoots a scathing glower your way. “Do. You. Want. Me. To. Fuck. You?”

“Yes,” you say with a nod. “I want you to fuck me, Katsuki.”

“That’s really too bad.” He snickers arrogantly and your heart falls into your stomach. Didn’t you just have a soft moment?! “Only good girls get fucked, pretty baby. You can’t confess your undying love for me and expect that gets you out of your punishment.”

“I did not!” You argue which earns you a dangerous look.

“You and I both know what the hell you meant,” he says with a threateningly sexy lilt. “You can’t take something like that back at the drop of a hat.”

”I think you’ve punished me enough already,” you bite out defensively, quick to change the subject, because you‘re bitterly aware that he’s right.

“And who are you to decide that?” He smirks, brushing a thumb across your pubic bone. “Thought you were my prisoner.”

“I didn’t mean that!”

“No?” Bakugou gets down to his knees, leveling his face with your center. “Actions speak louder than words, angelface.” He kisses your clit, making the same noise he does when he’s trying to bother you while eating, only when he does it on your cunt, all of your nerve endings catch flame and you’re spiraling back to needy senselessness. “Prove to me that you’ve earned my cock by riding my tongue.”

He’s nothing if not altruistic when he’s between your legs. He’s always been generous and dedicated to getting you off, but there’s something different about how he’s moving now. He uses the flat of his tongue and draws languid strokes up your entrance, taking his time while he swirls around your clit. He groans into you, and if the vibrations of his voice weren’t enough to finish you off then and there, his fingers sure as hell do it for you. He pushes them into you, reveling in the feel of your spongy walls hugging him tightly. He traces intricate patterns across your skin, mapping out the places that make you moan the loudest, just to be keen on teasing you for harrowing minutes. He’s going about this agonizing slow, but there’s something about him taking his time, rather than completely ravaging you to prove just how good he is at eating you out, that already has your walls clamping down around his fingers, your back arching, whimpers and pleas tumbling out of your mouth.

It hits you like a brisk wave crashing against the oceanic shoreline. First it was one liquescent sensation, then a pandemonium of your nerves roaring to life. Your thighs close against his head, locking him into place while your fingers twine with his hair. He moans into you, multiplying the excruciating thrill tenfold. You rock against his tongue, savoring this magnificently prolonged ecstatic escapade.

When your nerves cool down and you’re no longer twitching too much, Bakugou offers you a wry grin before licking his lips.

“Look at what a mess you’ve become,” he coos , kissing your shaking thighs, eyes locked on yours. “Was that all because of me, princess.”

“I...don’t think I’ve come so hard in my life.” You breathe, disoriented by the fact. “Oh my god.”

“That so?” He asks as his tongue travels up your thigh.

Bakugou fervently laps up your post-orgasmic juices all the way back up to your drenched cunt. He groans dramatically while his tongue dives back into you. You’re far too sensitive now, and he doesn’t stop—he likes having you squirm around, bucking your hips this was and that, all attempts at finding an escape for his erotic torture futile. Soon he has you spasming out of control for the third time this night, and he rides the waves of your grudging pleasure with delight.

“K-katsukiiii, pleeease!” You’re breathless, hot, and irrational. He has a large hand gripped tightly on your side while three fingers continue to curl inside of you. “I can’t t-take it anymore! It’s t-too much!”

“What? You don’t think you’ve got another one in you?” He keeps your eyes locked on his as his hands push your thighs farther apart, his tongue slowly gliding across your throbbing clit.

You shake your head, practically sputtering your pleas. “I will do whatever you want, so please-“

‘’S that right?” Bakugou grins up at you, smug and triumphant. He pushes you farther up on the table and climbs over you, one hand at the side of your head, holding him up—the other reaching out to grab a coin-sized piece of cake. He presses it against your mouth as he prompts you with an, “ahh.”

“Ah,” you mimic and he pushes the cake into your mouth. The moment you swallow is the moment his lips latch onto yours. You taste your headiness mixing in with the creamy texture of the cake and you can’t help but moan openly into his mouth.

Bakugou ends the kiss too soon, catching you out of breath and wanting more.

“You can be a good girl, can’t you?” His voice is raspy, thick with need, and you know he’s close to falling apart. You want him to. You need him to. He’s broken you, so it’s only just that he breaks sometimes too.

You nod, cautious to see what he’ll be doing next. He’s certainly not taking off his pants, which was the only thing he should be doing.

He moves your arms over his shoulders and leans down low, breath hot on your ear. “You’ll do anything for my cock?”

“Yes,” you sigh and wish more than anything for your hands to be free so tear his shirt off.

“Because you don’t hate me at all. In fact, you fuckin’ love me. You love everything I do to you, but you’re too stubborn to admit it. That right?”

You scowl ahead, teeth clenched. “Yes.”

He draws a line with his tongue against the most sensitive part of your neck, making you shudder, and asks, “yes, what, princess?”

You narrow your eyes. “Yes, I am stubborn.”

With a “teh!” Bakugou kisses your cheek and leads you up so that you’re sitting straight, and guides you both carefully off the table, sweeping you up to carry you so that you don’t step in any of the food you’ve tossed around. He cradles you in his arms, you half-naked, him fully dressed, and smiles sardonically.

“I’m not gonna make you say it, because it is your birthday, but I will have you know that your punishment is not over.”

“You’re kidding me!” You bark back, leaning away to look him in the eyes to see if he’s serious.

“Sorry, baby.” He laughs. “But I had a romantic evening planned out for the two of us and you just had to throw your little bratty tantrums.”

“What do I have to do—?”

“—to get me to fuck you?”

“Yes!”

“You’re going to take a shower, put on that fuckin’ dress, then we’re gonna do this whole dinner thing over again. If you can behave, then maybe—maybe you’ll get my cock. If not—well princess, history tends to repeat itself, but I was hoping we could act like a normal couple just for one night. Thought maybe you’d be into it too, but that’s not what you want at all, is it?”

“I...want to be a normal couple,” you say unenthusiastically. You’re not sure if you meant you wanted to be a normal couple with Bakugou or if you wanted to be free and normal with somebody else entirely.

Bakugou snickers, as if you said something childish. “No you don’t.”

“Because you think I don’t want to be with you.”

“Nah...I know you want to be with me. But you don’t want to be a normal couple. You want this, babe. You want what we have. You want the chaos. You revel in it.”

“Well, I—“ you begin, desperate to find an argument point that doesn’t make you sound dumb. Is he right? Do you enjoy this? Everyday is like a game with him, and it drives you up the fucking wall, but what would you be without it?

“I hope you can keep your self-control,” you retort flippantly, abandoning the argument. “Hope your dick didn’t burst your buttons, Katsuki.” Your gaze drops down to the tent in his pants, then snaps pointedly back at his face.

He’s absolutely unfazed. In fact, he’s more chipper than you’ve ever seen him—like he’s the cat who caught the mouse. “Just for that, I’m gonna join you in the shower. Keep my belt around those wrists and have you watch me wash myself—see all that you’re missing out on.”

You groan, head falling into his chest as he begins walking towards the stairs. “I really do fucking hate you.”

“Keep tellin’ yourself that, sweetheart,” he says back, a smile in his voice. “Just as long as you know that you’re not the only person here that knows how to play keep away.”

#bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #mha x reader #yandere!bakugou #yandere!bakugou x reader #yandere bnha #yandere male #bnha yandere #yandere au #bnha au #bnha imagines #bnha reader insert #reader insert #tw yandere #katsuki x reader

[aloraundomiel]

Wartober/Kisstober - Day 4

I’ve decided to combine @rubinecorvus Wartober 2021 and @raincoffeeandfandoms Kisstober 2021 prompt challenges for double the fun and double the headache. :3

Day 4 - Navigate + Slow Kisses

WARNING: POETIC AND OVERLY METAPHORED ALLUSIONS TO SEX AHEAD

Dick has always loved maps.

As a boy he’d been obsessed with charting the world, one latitude at a time. He could see the peaks of the Himalayas on every globe. The jungles of Madagascar in every atlas. The sea currents. The depths of the Pacific Ocean in every naval chart.

He’d trailed bony boy hands over the lines of longitude, zigzagging past the equator and up to each pole in turn, imagining the far off lands detailed in perfect topography beneath his fingertips and what adventures they may hold. Wild animals perhaps. Inland seas the color of blue only dreamt of, brimming over with dolphins bearing their backs of gold. Rubies deep in the planet’s crust the size of a fist, too glamorous even for the most queenly neck. Anything beyond the tidy suburban monotony of Lancaster, Pennsylvania.

He’d joined the air force with a head full of boyish fantasies that never quite grew up. A misplaced Peter Pan training to plummet to the ground instead of fly, while fiery flak explodes in every direction. Dick falls from planes and navigation blows away, pulling it with him. A mere leaf in the wind. A tiny insignificant speck in a great big world.

He never lands in the lush tropical jungles of his childhood imagination. He never sets foot on the coastline with water so crystal clear you can see straight to the bottom. He lands in Hell. And there are no fantastic creatures here, no jewels or mountain-whisp clouds to chase. No sunsets over the curve of the horizon.

There’s only death. And fear. And the responsibility of leading men who look to him for guidance out of the smoke and into the daylight. He grips his compass like a lifeline and does his best. It’s almost good enough. They almost all make it to the next day.

Dick gets lost occasionally.

When he’s left to the watches of his chilly billet and the candles in the rest of the camp have long gone out. That’s when the isolation strikes hardest and the ghosts feel free to crowd in. They cast a shade so thick, he chokes, drowning on his own failures, his own insipidity. He wonders if he’ll ever make it out to see the sun again. If he’ll ever find the way back.

And then enters Nix.

With his sly, self assured grin and his dark, sardonic wit. He slips like a wish into Dick’s billet, or the potato cellar of a blown out building, or the back of the jeep when he purposely drives off the marked path. He takes Dick’s hand and cocks that brow that says “Trust me” and by God and all his angels, Dick does. He follows blindly and oh so willingly, grateful for the guide and indebted to Nix for knowing exactly when he’s in danger of venturing too far off course.

Nix strips him of the olive military wool that demands strict obedience. The color that barters not a hair of deviation from a pre-drawn map made by men who don’t know what it’s like to nose dive into the inferno of battle. Nix casts it away, tossing it to the floor and covers Dick’s skin with his own hands, paints him with his own array of colors. A black-brown fan of lashes skirting over his collarbone, the red of his mouth at Dick’s pulse point, coral pink tongue in the shell of his ear, the beach sand tan of his calloused fingers tightening around Dick’s naked bicep. Teeth with brightness to rival the Pacific white caps on his chest and abdomen. Eyes the color of expensive coffee from the tropics glancing up over his belt buckle, warm and rich.

Nix kisses him and he can feel the earth’s rotation slow beneath his feet.

Nix touches him and gravity is solid and real beneath his back once more.

Nix traces the constellation of Dick’s freckles with his lips and Dick can set time by the star’s orbit again.

He lets Nix take him apart and put him back together, piece by tattered piece. Until he’s whole and functional again, at least for a little while. Long enough to get his bearings and restart the cycle of playing tour guide through the landscape of dreary Europe, his band of Lost Boys in tow.

He comes to the siren song of Nix’s praises, his lover urging him on with clever fingers that play Dick's body like a well rehearsed instrument. When he’s caught his breath and regained his sense enough to flip their positions, Dick pins Nix down. Cages him against the cot and splays him wide, the scroll of his skin like fine golden parchment in the dim candlelight.

Nix squirms under the tenacious attention, craving speed and friction. But Dick is on a mission. He’ll recommit every part of him to memory, burying it deep in his psyche like treasure. Until the mental image of Nix bowing under his hand becomes as priceless and coveted as monstrous gemstones he can bask amongst at whim. Sorting them like a king sitting on his spoils. He’ll relearn the lines and transits of Nix’s form until he can recite in perfect detail the landmarks of his moles, the patterns of his body hair, the slope and angle of his wrists. He’ll stake his flag here, laying claim to Nix’s body and heart as conquistadors of old did to things and locations too precious to part with.

He can read his future in the curve of Nix’s hip bones. The universe in the earth tones of his eyes.

“Dick,” Nix whispers, something between a whine and a moan. He scraps desperate fingernails along Dick’s scalp, trying to steer his mouth where he needs it most. “Come on. Come on.”

Dick won’t be bullied off course. He runs the tip of his tongue along the shadow of the Adonis belt Nix used to have when he was in peak fighting shape at the start of the war, lingering at the scar just there above the pelvic crest. He lets his lips trek as fingertips do, memorizing the most scenic routes across and over and around this body he loves so dearly.

He steers southward down from the navel, following the trail of dark hair and Nix groans. He heads north to circumvent a nipple and Nix whimpers. He nibbles and sucks contrails on every inch he can find, until Nix bears the purple marks that label him as Dick’s territory and Dick’s alone.

He wrings curses and prayers and nonsense from Nix’s mouth. Until he arches beneath him and cries his release into the hush of Dick’s palm, breathy laughter squeezing through the spaces in Dick’s fingers.

“Jesus Christ,” Nix gasps, chest heaving with blasphemy and bliss. He tugs at Dick until he slides back up the length of his form, letting out the softest sigh for every slow kiss pressed to each body part on the journey up. “How do you do that? Remember exactly what gets me going? You always know.”

“I’m good at cartography,” Dick says.

“The hell does that mean?”

Dick just shrugs, cranes his neck down to pepper his shoulder with kisses.

Nix pulls a face that suggests Dick might be moderately insane, but then he laughs that ruby-ocean-wilderness-touchstone laugh of his and maneuvers Dick fully down on top of him for a long, lazy, silky sweet kiss. And though they’re both sated and satisfied for now, passing back and forth the same oxygen, filling each other's sails - it does not feel like journey’s end.

It feels like a beginning. Each and every time he’s with Nix and resets his course by the steady, unwavering foundation of his being. It’s always a new start. One he hopes against hope never stops resetting.

Because Nix has always been his True North.

Dick kisses his mouth and feels like he’s come home.

#winnix #my fic #waxing poetic #navigate #slow kisses #dick winters #lewis nixon #band of brothers #fanfic #fanfic prompt #kisstober 2021 #wartober 2021

[brandonwayneb]

ˈzelətrē

Bee Hive

Bird Sky Dive

Brandon W. Burdett

Irish: zealotry

English: zealotry

Arabic: alhamasa الحماسة

Russian: fanatizm фанатизм

German: fanatismus

Spanish: fanatismo

🙏🏽 Brandon Wayne Burdett 🙏🏽

🙏🏽 Sebastian Zi Steinhausen 🙏🏽

🙏🏽 Paige Zatana Briana 🙏🏽

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⭐️ Zenith ⭐️

♉️ Taurus ✨

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🌈 Rainbow; ProLife

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💪🏽 Buff Fay Low 🧝🏼 🐃 Ox 🐂 Ginn

My AYceTm

🌿📯 PSA 🗣 ESP 🧠

🌿❤️🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🌿⛑️🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🌿🍒🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🌿🍓🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🌿🧨🚂🚇: Red Health Line

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🌿🍷🚂🚇: Red Health Line

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🌿🌈💘 Rainbow Cupid

🌿🍷 Wine

🌿🏰 Castle

🌿🩸Blood

🌿⚧️ Trans

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🌿☠️ Day of The Dead

🌿✡️ Cid Eye Dell Corrupt “Warship”

🌿✡️ Day Viva ALL Lives True “Worship”

🌿🌏 Utopian ; Top Hat Tip

🌿🌏 Euphoria ; European

🌿✨ Higher Seers HighER Eternity

🌿✨ Acer X Marbels

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🌿👨🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽LOVE IS LOVE 👩🏽‍❤️‍👨🏽👨🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽

🌿🙏🏽 Jinn(et)ets 🧞‍♀️ 🧞‍♂️ 🧞

🌿🙏🏽 Soul Kinns 🥷🥷🥷🥷

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🌿🐍 psst

🌿🧚🏻‍♀️ Wispy

🌿👁️ Awaken

🌿💆🏼Reiki Healing 🔑 ❤️‍🩹

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🌿 Jinns 🧞

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🌿 Advocate ✊🏽

🌿 World 🌍

🌿Heir 👑

🌿 Sun 🌞

🌿Goth 🖤

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🌿Taurus ♉️

🌿Irish 🇮🇪 Welsh Celtic

🌿Hispanic 🇲🇽

🌿French 🇫🇷

🌿Jewish 🇮🇱

🌿German 🇩🇪

🌿telemorphic 🖥️

🌿Tranz ⚧️

🌿transRAyLways 🚎

🌿pythagorean theorem 📐

🌿esoteric 🪬

🌿euphoric 🧘🏼‍♂️

🌿pineal gland 🧠

🌿divinationist 👁️‍🗨️

🌿psychic medium 📡

🌿multidimensional 🪐

🌿bilingual 🗣️

🌿hybrid 👽

🌿muse 👼🏽

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🌿warlock 🧙🏽‍♂️

🌿weed 🌱

🌿music 🎻 violin

🌿medieval 🏰

🌿utopia 🙌🏽

🌿saviors/heroes 🦸🏽‍♂️

🌿WORLDSTAR 🌟

🌿clairvoyant 🔭

🌿missionary ✊🏽

🌿omon 🙏🏽

🌿charity 🤲🏽

🌿spiritual ✨

🌿religious ⛪️

🌿peace-fighter 🐰

🌿pop 🎤

🌿hiphop 📻

🌿90’s 🦄

🌿reiki-healing 💆🏼

🌿crystals 🔮

🌿binaural beats 🎧

🌿journalism 📓

🌿revenant 👻

🌿star-seed 💫

🌿soulmate 🧑🏽‍❤️‍💋‍🧑🏽

🌿life-vows 💖

🌿vegan 🌱

🌿organic 🥗

🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿

🧬🧬🧬🧬🧬🧬🧬🧬🧬

📿📿📿📿📿📿📿📿📿

🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

🤚🏽💁🏽‍♂️🤚🏽✨✨✨✨🦴✅

✅🦴✨✨✨✨🤚🏽💁🏽🤚🏽

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💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

🗝 HIGH KEY 🔑 HEALING

🍀🙏🏽🍀🙏🏽🍀🙏🏽🍀🙏🏽🍀

💖 Irish ☘️ Welsh 🙏🏽 ✨

💖Jewish Rabbi ✨

💖💖 See Love Clover 🍀 ✨

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💁🏽‍♂️💁🏽‍♂️💁🏽💁🏽🤴🏽🤴🏽👸🏽👸🏽👑👑

🧚‍♀️ 🧚‍♂️ 🐰 🐰 🧞🧞🐰 🐰 🧚‍♀️ 🧚‍♂️

🥕🥕🥕🥕🥕 Care A Lot

Camel 🐪 A lot 🐫 🐪 🐪

✨👁 Psychic 👁✨

Life 🧘 Medium

🧠 Psyche 🫴🏽✨

👽 Jinn(et)ets 🧞‍♀️ 🧞‍♂️ 🧞

🙏🏽 Soul Jinns 🥷🥷🥷🥷

💖🧬 Genetics 🧬 💖

📯 PSA 🗣 ESP 🧠 PSY

pssst 🐍 wisp whisp 🧚‍♂️

Psy Spy 🕵🏻‍♀️ 👁 Esp Whisper 🤫

pssst 🐍 wisp whisp 🧚‍♂️

🌎 🙏🏽 God/Allah 🙏🏽 🌎

🔥 Devil 😈 👿 Satan 🔥

⛪️ Prayer for both ABOVE ⛪️

🤘🏽⛪️ BELOW prayer for both ⛪️ 🤘🏽

📚 📚 📖 📖 📚📖📖 📚 📚

📯PSA 🗣 ESP 🧠 PSY 🔮

🕵🏻‍♀️☝🏽Truth 🙏🏽 Justice 🦸🏻‍♂️🦸🏽🦸🏾‍♀️

✊🏼✊🏾✊🏽 🙏🏽 Soul Missionary 💪🏽💪🏽

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🧑🏽‍❤️‍💋‍🧑🏽🧑🏽‍❤️‍💋‍🧑🏽👨🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽🧑🏾‍❤️‍🧑🏾🧑🏾‍❤️‍🧑🏾👨🏽‍❤️‍👨🏽🧑🏽‍❤️‍💋‍🧑🏽👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽

Pagan Wicca Nature Divine Celestial Warlock Witches Wings Saviors Swords ⚔️ Words Tomes Books Ghosts Mediums Bridge 🌁 Clouds ☁️ Castles 🏰 Beyond

Skylore and Paige

Beez and Batz

Palestine

Kentucky

sol jinns

zinith.

knights or gnats

56, maps

57, slay

59, no

Red Dragon

Emerald Willow

Kiwi Snakes

🧡 💚 🇮🇪 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 🇮🇳

Red, okay

Orange, okay

Teal, team

Rainvow, go

Rainbow, go

Crimson, Red

Jasper, Red

not blue boo cast per purchase casper

orange juice lizz

emo gothic rainbow cupid

sniper baby bottle

hoyt, archery

bow, archery

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🧑🏼‍❤️‍🧑🏻🧑🏽‍❤️‍💋‍🧑🏼👨🏾‍❤️‍👨🏽🧑🏼‍❤️‍🧑🏻🧑🏽‍❤️‍💋‍🧑🏼👩🏽‍❤️‍👨🏽👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽👨🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽🧑🏼‍❤️‍🧑🏻🧑🏽‍❤️‍💋‍🧑🏼👨🏾‍❤️‍👨🏽👩🏽‍❤️‍👩🏽🧑🏽‍❤️‍💋‍🧑🏼👩🏽‍❤️‍👩🏽

🏛🏛🏛🏛🏛🏛🏛🏛🏛🏛🏛🏛🏛🏛🏛

🧞‍♂️🙏🏽🙏🏽🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🤲🏽🤲🏽🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🌈🌈🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧞‍♀️🧞

🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍🦍

🌲🦄🦄🌲🌲🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🌲🌲👁‍🗨👁‍🗨🌲👽😇🌲

🌈🌈Gay Angel Saviors🌈🌈

😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇

🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹

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⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️

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🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜

🍇🍇🍇🍇🍇🍇🍇🍇🍇🍇

👁‍🗨🙏🏽 psssssst

🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍

💁🏽💁🏽💁🏽‍♀️💁🏽‍♀️💁🏽‍♂️💁🏽‍♂️

🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫

✨✨✨✨✨✨

s. s. s. s. s. s.

s s s s s s s s s s

s. ss. s s s sss s. 👁‍🗨🙏🏽🗣psst esp psa psy

sk sk sk sk sk sk SZ SZ SZ SZ SZ SZ

s: snake

S: big snake

z: pose

Z: big pose

sk sk sk sk sk sk sz sz sz sz sz sz

t: Cross. the Holy cross

st st st st st ststststststststs

l, L: a sword, a line light from God

Sl Sl Sl Sl Sl Eyes Slit.

Sl Sl Sl Sl Sl Eyes sLight.

Twilight Twine Red Wine

Twilight Twine HERbal Divine Vine

Zenith

Sky SK SZ. Skeeze. Ski Zi.

st, stat

st, star

st, stick

st st st st st st, street

st st st st st st, streak

sk sk sk sk sk sk flat diSK chainsaw

Snake Sk Sk Sk Sk Sk Sk Skin

Skin sk sk sk sk sk sk

BEST WORLD 🌍 BEST NEWS 🗞️ EFFORTS 💥 PSY 🧠 PSA 🗣️ WORLD EARLS 🤴🏽 EARS

World Ordeals World Organizations World Or Again Gain Ordeals

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💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓

FayFamFlowFoRIch For Rich Formation Flamingos 🦩

FayMenGos; Gay Gargoyle Garden’s

Aries ♈️ Fairies 🧚🏻‍♀️

Libras ♎️ Library 📚

Taurus ♉️ Tours 👁️

Virgo ♍️ “V” Go ⚔️

Gemini ♊️ Gym 💪🏽

Cancer ♋️ Can Sir 🖖🏽

Sagittarius ♐️ Nature Sage 🌿

Leo ♌️ Say Loud 📯

Scorpio ♏️ Score 📈

Capricorn ♑️ Count 💸

Aquarius ♒️ Equate ⚖️

Pisces ♓️ Pray 🙏🏽

🧠 isp asp

🧠 Psy

🧠 Scry

🧠 Spell

🧠 Derive

🧠 Invoke

🧠 Project

🧠 Séance

🧠 Remote

🧠 Procure

🧠 Conjure

🧠 Conduit

🧠 Enchant

🧠 Channel

🧠 Telepath

🧠 Manifest

🧠 Summon

🧠 Divination

🧠 Clairvoyant

🗣️ Free The Free All 💕

🥋🐉🍀📿🎃🦓📯

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🧘🏻‍♀️🧘🏻🧘🏼‍♂️🧘🏾‍♂️🧘🏽‍♀️🧘🏿‍♂️🧘🏼‍♀️

🏳️‍🌈🇰🇷🇮🇪🇮🇳🇮🇹🇳🇬🇬🇧

ProLife99. 24/777 🍀 ☘️

411 Free info Highway

11:11 Make Wishes

4:20/20 Weed 70’s Hippies

Anti Corruptions “KKK and www”

“Life Blood Internet”

VVV. Dot Victories

Brandon Wayne Burdett

🦩 Birds & Bees 🐝

💪🏽 Ray Ran, Way, & Done ✅

💪🏽 RA RED 🍀

🧘🏼‍♂️ Aura Or Ra 👁️

Amen 🙏🏽

Omen 🙏🏽

🌹 Red Rose Vines Lines 🌹

🍇 Grape Telephone Vines Lines 🍇

🙏🏽 Prayers & Hearts

✨ Stars & Planets

🦜 Parakeet Flocks

🕷️ Spider Hives

🐝 Bee Hives

🐜 Ant Hives

🦴 Fossils

🌋 Lava

Bats 🦇

Cats 🐈‍⬛

Rabbits 🐰

Ladybugs 🐞

✌🏼 Victory Violins 🎻 & Irish Harps

🇮🇪 🍀 Save The Irish ☘️ 🇮🇪

🙏🏽🌎 Fran & Frank 🤲🏽🌟

🧚🏻‍♀️🧝🏽‍♂️ Elfie & Alfie 🧝🏽‍♂️🧚🏻

💚🍀 Amy & May 🧡☘️

🤗 Hug & Honor Trees 🌳

💪🏽 Keep Strong Tools 🧰

🎶 Sing to your Keys 🔑

🌹Roses In Your Backpack 🎒

🏰 Keep Healthy Thoughts 💭

🌏 Planets & Life Schools 🏫

💁🏽 Don’t Lose to Fools 👀

🥋🐉🍀📿🎃🦓📯

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🧘🏻‍♀️🧘🏻🧘🏼‍♂️🧘🏾‍♂️🧘🏽‍♀️🧘🏿‍♂️🧘🏼‍♀️

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war

1. spell shield

cast sword

2. bazooka or 

candle wick

3. hoty, archery

bow, archery

4. athamaay, dagger

Hiiz

I’m a rainbow 🌈 OG 💪 Hippie 🌻🌹

jettblack infinite soul 🖤 Warlocking 🧙‍♂️ to usher Utopia era of mankind.

🤘🦸‍♂️PERfect World 🌎 vs dOom world 🧟‍♂️

🙏 Wicca 🕯 ✨

🧙‍♂️ Warlock (Male/pronouns)

🇮🇱 Jewish 🇮🇱

🇮🇪 Irish ☘️ 🍀

🌸 Gay 🌈 🏳️‍🌈

Jinn 🧞‍♂️🧞🧞‍♀️Soul Jinns

Allah🙏 & 😈 Devil

✡️💟LOVE ALL LIFE 💟✡️

💜🧡🖤💛🤍💚🤎💙❤️

Taurus ♉️ haha 😂 🐂😈

Long term relationship 💍

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Blogger 📱

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jettblack infinite soul 🖤 Warlocking 🧙‍♂️ to usher Utopia era of mankind.

🤘🦸‍♂️PERfect World 🌎 vs dOom world 🧟‍♂️)

🙏 Wicca 🕯 ✨

🧙‍♂️ Warlock (Male/pronouns)

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[seaoflove]

I am in a never ending cycle of procrastinating and even though I always try to tell myself to do stuff, I can't concentrate or even start something.. do u have any sorts of advice or something it would be wonderful!! I really do appreciate all ur posts <3 they helped me a lot

as someone who’s struggled with crippling procrastination i get you <3 the only thing that’s really worked for me is developing healthy habits & tweaking them to my liking:

a go to tool is the five minute rule: “i will go and do x task for five minutes and then i can stop” (the thing is that it’s very easy to tell yourself to do a task for five minutes, but once you sit down and do it & get some momentum, you want to keep going, which is great. a fun way to trick yourself to get stuff done)

it’s also helped me to break up a big task into smaller ones (and write them down!! the dopamine from checking off something on your to do list is real!!) for example, maybe just “write essay” becomes ten smaller tasks, like: 1. find sources for research, 2. read a chapter for arguments, 3. plan out pharagraphs, 4. write pharagraps one, etc etc. (ruby granger on yt has some great resources for this!)

those “study with me” videos are really great too. it gives you some structure and can help you focus when working. and it’s much easier to choose to study when you know that after 30 mins of focused work you get a break. (the pomodoro method saved me a lot of nervous breakdowns over my workload in the beginning of lockdown <3)

getting a planner has also helped me a lot. it feels a lot more doable when you have all the things you need to do on a a piece of paper rather than just having them in your head. im not saying buying a planner will cure procrastination... but it sure can help. (i love notion too <3 great for organization)

treat yourself!!! i love reading so i always tend to bargain with myself like “when im finished with my essay i can read for an hour”. so try give yourself something to look forwards to after completing a task :-)

this tip is kind of weird, but at the time i tried it i was really desperate: light a specific scented candle for when you’re working. continue do this and only use it for focused work!! eventually your brain will associate the scent with work, and it will be easier to get into that “flow state” (it’s technically pavlovian conditioning lol.... i blame my psych teacher for this idea)

lastly i think procrastination is a complex issue, and it can’t hurt to try and resolve it with some introspection abt your thought-patterns & habits, but if i can give u one concrete rec it’s the book atomic habits (there’s a free audiobook on spotify!)

if u want more tips send me another ask <3 i hope you will find something that helps!!!

#i have a lot of tricks up my sleeve and i love researching about habit formation .... so ive experienced with a lot of stuff over the years #changing my mindset has been the best help i think #oh! the book mindset by carol dweck is really good! last tip!

[lewis-winters]

one day, dick says; they're a lot like us. and lew, sleepy and barely coherent, lifts his head from its place on dick's belly and squints at his husband, illuminated so gently by the morning light that he looks like a deity lit from within by some holy fire. who? who is like us?

psyche and eros. dick clarifies, running fingers through lew's ink black locks, laced through by precious silver. from that book i was reading.

ah, the library recent. lew rolls until they're face to face, dick's arm under his neck and his blue eyes smiling brands into lew's own like the sun does at its most glorious. all the while, dick's fingers never part from his hair. he leans into their warmth and sighs. tell me why, then, professor.

well, they love each other, for one.

ah, yes. a must.

but i don't think eros meant to love psyche as much as he did.

lew snorts. now you're losing me, baby.

no, listen. dick laughs, gathering lew into his arms so he may press the following words into the curve of his stubbly cheek, lips like petals, soft and sweet and warm on lew's skin. the arrow got him, dug itself into his thigh by accident-- he didn't mean to. he really didn't. he was there on orders, he had expectations to meet. a higher power to please. but when he'd gotten there, he'd seen a boy so beautiful, he forgot it all and forgot himself, forgot that he's not as infallible as he likes to think he is. he's a god, but what does that mean against his own arrow, his own heart? in one swift moment, he's in love with this beautiful, impertinent boy asleep on that gentle slope of a hill behind their barracks, and what's he to do?

lew swallows around the lump in his throat. so what does he do?

he takes the boy away. it takes a few years, but he takes him away, to a farm in a land all their own. lew feels more than sees the smile dick lets loose at that. it happened swifter for them than for us-- eros had wings. i had a parachute. but as far as analogies go, that's pretty good, don't you think? lew giggles, both at the question and at the flutter of dick's eyelashes on his temple. butterfly kisses. so sweet his teeth ache. anyway, he takes him away and once there, safe and sound, eros asks him for nothing except one thing.

dick pulls away then. still close, but now distant enough to catch lew's eye, to hold his gaze and give what little emptiness that is between them the illusion of a chasm. lew's blood runs cold, so cold he's frozen in place. like psyche might have been, the night a promise had broken, the night a measly candle powered by the whispers of doubt had illuminated the face of a god.

lew knows the answer, and because he does, he doesn't bother with the question. i broke your heart.

you broke my heart, dick echoes, blue eyes so clear and sharp, like shattered glass in the moonlight, like spilled whiskey on their cerulean kitchen tiles. many times. over and over. you broke your promises and my heart and like eros, i broke yours by leaving.

the lump in lew's throat grows bigger and he turns away like he'd been struck, the stinging in his eyes matching the sting of the memory from years ago, of that one harsh night on those train tracks, watching his love fly from him, watching the man who'd never given up on anything give up on him. his worst nightmare.

dick brings him out of it, though. takes his long, elegant fingers and hooks them under lew's chin to gently guide him back to their cocoon of warmth, where he can press petal soft lips to the curve of lew's cheek, to the corner of his mouth, to his eyebrows, the tip of his nose, and his eyelids until the water trailing down his face is nothing but smears, a mere nuisance in the face of all the tenderness, all the love.

but you fought, dick reminds him, runs his fingers through lew's hair again, and smiles when lew smiles, crows feet around his eyes making him look decades younger. you fought your way back, through hell fire and against your own demons, you fought your way back to me, and when i got my head out of my own ass i fought my way back, too. back to you. back to this.

dick, lew sighs, reaching up to hold dick's face as gently as dick holds his. reverence in every brush of his fingers against freckled skin. you said a bad word.

dick kisses him, then. proper and long, sweet and powerful, just like ambrosia and nectar, the promise of something ever lasting and immortal passing through lew's lips and filling his chest with warmth, the golden light that lit dick from within just moments ago filtering through him. making him precious and loved, cherished and missed, beautiful like he had once been but more so now that he isn't a doll to be admired, a reluctant heir to a legacy he wanted no part in. dick kisses him and makes lew a god. lew kisses dick and makes him a slave to his own arrow.

when they part, they are equals. intertwined and connected. together at last.

you're getting sappy in your old age, honey. lewis tells him with a breathless chuckle.

dick doesn't reply, all he wants to say reflected in his eyes and in a story told thousands of years ago, the spoken words stuck in his throat. but it's alright. lew hears him loud and clear all the same.

he gathers dick in his arms and kisses all he can reach. i'll tell you a secret, lew says, to soothe dick's trembling, the remnants of another life where they might have lived apart. eros hit psyche with an arrow, too, did you know?

dick blinks, butterfly kisses against the crook of lew's neck. he did?

on that hill in fort benning. lew laughs. i woke up and i swear, i saw an angel. i knew then. i would let you take me away anywhere.

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