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Idyll (detail), Frederic Leighton, circa 1881

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“A-AH, I can’t hold it much longer, it’s gonna burst-”

“HIT ‘EM WHERE IT HURTS!“

Y’ALL DIDN’T TELL ME IT WAS MAGIC MEAT WEEK I’M GONNA HAVE SO MUCH FUN

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15. entry made featuring desire.

16.     entry made featuring anger.

17.     entry made featuring joy.

18.     entry made featuring sadness.

(Gimme the goods 👀 for the recent meme)

16 . entry made featuring anger

they mistake my patience for weakness. i was mighty, i am mighty. the difference between me and my kin is that i knew my role; gaia was my charge, she was my mother, my reason. when they knew me as pan, i was loved, adored apollo himself, the little sprite, i love him, but he forgets himself. it was i who gave him the power to see into the future, and now his ego has grown fat. but that is my fault, i should have taken the boy from the mountain's top, raised him among the satyrs, but my memories were so broken. . my boy, you've been ruined by the stench of rotten gold and arrogance. i truly can't stand them, olympians. the titanomachy was worse, sure, but one coup and they think they're the shit. oh well, let them think they're running the show. if zeus gets a little uppity and starts going mad, i might just have to break his skull open.

17.     entry made featuring joy.

i met a puppy, he's cute, but he's gotta' temper. i wonder if he's into rimming? oooh, maybe pet play? cliché, rlght? yeah, but you can't be a werewolf and not be into collars, that's like, genetics. seriously, i knew the first werewolf, and he was a horndog. he doesn't know that i knocked a bit of my essence into 'em during our little scuffle. he's gonna' see me in his dreams, naked maybe, but i'm gonna see what makes 'em tick. no, i don't just wanna fuck 'em, well, i do, but i'm me, so yeah, but i really wanna dig my teeth into his ass a little. figuratively. oh, and literally. plus, i got this therapy license that i wanna use on 'em. yes, it's also sex therapy, it's a real thing.

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DEAR  DIARY          .    .    .

[  *  ]      writing prompt      )         :           send a number  1 - 20  to take a closer look inside this characters mind and life.        /        below you will find a series of various prompts offering a look inside what would be diary    /    journal entries from different moments throughout their life;       the good,       the bad,      and the ugly        these are meant to invoke character development     &     can also be altered as seen fit to better suit the character in question.         

01.     the first entry they ever made. 02.     entry made on the best night of their life. 03.     entry made on the worst night of their life. 04.     entry made after experiencing a nightmare. 05.     entry made after experiencing heartbreak. 06.     entry made discussing travel they’ve done or hope to do. 07.     entry made featuring an important moment in their life. 08.     entry made featuring their day    /    night at work. 09.     entry made discussing their school day(s). 10.     entry made featuring mention of death. 11.     entry made discussing their fears and anxieties.  12.     entry made discussing their hopes and dreams. 13.     entry made featuring mention of (sender’s) muse.  14.     entry made featuring mention of their parents. 15.     entry made featuring desire. 16.     entry made featuring anger. 17.     entry made featuring joy. 18.     entry made featuring sadness. 18.     entry made featuring pain. 18.     entry made discussing a childhood memory. 19.     entry made talking about a simple    /   normal day. 20.     the last entry they ever made.

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That time the gym instructor TURNED UP!

#Anderson Marco

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Trainer doing some stretching

From January Patreon, pose suggested by a friend.

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im revived, rejuvenated, re-deity-genital’d, re-back-and-better-than-ever

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Confused, but a little aroused? Get in the oil

*the mating dance of the Ionic Energy Man*

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D20 -> PRI : 16 vs ED : 11

He's detecting some aggression. Man, he loves that kinda' passion in a mortal. Still, this was supposed to be a gentleman's spat, but this guy's in a perpetual state of survival. [ As far his own neck snapping, a little exaggerated,. . . but he did pull that one a little less. ] Call it curious, he just wanted to see if puppy here was made of the good stuff. " Keep your emotions in check! "

The barrage has the intent, but he's losing himself to the rhythm of the fight; that works for any one else, but this god's no stranger to eons of combat and he knows a desperate man. The jabs land, but the steel of his body tightens. God flesh was still god flesh. One jab got sloppy, he grabs it, knocking the hand into the other and locking Ed into a grip. Onto the ground! That fire's getting mighty hot, and he likes that, but this is starting to feel personal. " Pause! " Pause? Pause? " You're not having fun. " He sounds disappointed.

" Your body should be screaming 'more', but I'm just hearing screams. Take five, kid. " And up he went. Little lobo's free, let 'em cool his head.

" We can start again when you mellow down, sweets. "

D20 Roll: Ed= 5. Pri= 6.

Its the challenge they want? Its challenge they'll get. He's been surviving his life like a roach, and no pain bothered his physique. Pain is something that's been pounded into him since birth, molded by it, and endure it. He's going for that throat if it means to put some sense into the bastard. Ed was not distracted, much like the individual; this was a fight he's willing to pay a price with. Too focused on his emotions to feel that backhand to his jaw. then came a loud crack, collision hit against his face, it twisted him, feeling a burn from neck up. If he didn't went with the turn, he's own neck could have broke.

And yet, The damange was done, his jaw was hanging by his muscle while blood spilling out of it.

A stubborn pup he was uses all his of force to make jabs at them; one, two, three. Raining down like a storm to a tide, hoping some would land on their body.

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ROLL 1D20 -> PRI : 7 vs ED : 13 -> HIT!

Maybe he outta' pay more attention to his challenger, less ooglin' the tits, more tracking the fists. " Ah, shi " oof! Socked right in the face; perfection knew a few scuffs that day. Man, these fleshy little bodies hurt. Goes to show what happens when you put on a vulnerable meatsuit. And, it is a challenge. It'd be downright unfair if he couldn't get a lick or three. " Ouchie, puppy, that fuckin' smarts! " He practically swings like a pendulum backwards for a moment before using his hips to swing to the other side, backhand of his glove reaching for a crash into the jaw.

There's another growl to add with their comment, his shoulder tense, showing the demeanor of a feral dog. "I want you to leave me the hell alone, thats what i want!" The pup barked, "but if you're so hell bent on wanting to get fucking hit, I'll gladly do it." He's even going as far as putting his dagger back into their scabbard, no need for a sharp end when the bastard wanted a good fist fight.

Both his fist raised up; that anger boiled between his stomach, burning with rage as he lets go of a swing, throwing a punch in between their face without even a hesitation.

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" wifeable. "

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" Oh, feisty. " This is getting to the point of being unreconcilable. . . time to settle it like men. " So, how's about this, you stab me once, I clock you once. We call it even, and then we start over. " His fingers snap; red gloves materialize, his shirt vanishes, a black shorts take the place of his pants and a bandage on his nose-bridge. " How 'bout it. I think you wanna hit me more than you wanna say no. " Admit it.

"Werido? You mean a creep??" He does not like where this is going, the stranger act as if trying to eat him was a normal encounter.

"What are you---" imminently, he's frowning, taking a step away from them, "stay the hell away from me, before i hurt you. You showing up talking about that shit, acting like its normal. It's asking for a knockout. Just what the hell do you want?" Yes, he's reaching for the side to grab at his dagger. He's gonna stab them if they come too close.

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Priapus by Mentaiko

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" Asshole?! I'm a weirdo at least! " Oh boy, down boy. [ whistles! ] G'boy, don't eat 'em now! You'll burst into flames!

" Ah, you gotta' point, actually. I'm a little rusty. Too much time, well, not here. Sorry, sorry, just put your pearls there away. Also, baking soda, or are you rocking an enamel deficiency? " Those are some pearly whites! Mind if he puts his hand in there? He's not gonna', cause he knows this fucker probably bites, but he's thinkin' about it. . .

"The hell you going around tasting people for, asshole? Try that shit again, I'll deck you!" He's growling! Bearing his teeth!