#I know I KNOW it's still fall but when Halloween's over I typically succumb to the ol' seasonal depression but this year will be different

[castlebyersafterdark]

Thank you to those who suggested stuff for our post-Halloween hardcore horror movie/tv break because we did fuck all yesterday and watched the entire first season of Only Murders in the Building and now we're almost done with English Teacher. Both are so good!! OMITB is genuinely entertaining and I love the cast and the other show is hysterical. And I don't like to binge shows! But it was 'yeah play another episode, yeah play another." Maybe it was the hangover maybe it was just wanting to sit there and shut my brain off and absorb a show but - cosign the recs from yall on these two. Promising for the rest I was given 😁 Quite a list I have to get through but it's going to be a long winter...

[beachbabywrites]

Nothing Scares Me Anymore // A Mary Eunice imagine

REQUEST: “Mary Eunice being seduced by a possessed patient?”

A/N: This was requested in like September for the Halloween prompts but it didn't feel right then but I decided to revisit it and I’m kinda happy with the results. Anyway, tw for Very Brief period typical and religion based internalized homophobia, demons???? 

"Good morning, (Y/N), if you don't put that book down you'll be late to Mass." Sister Mary Eunice announced as she walked into your little room, smiling already and heart beating fast. She had stood in the hallway for 30 seconds preparing herself to see you. "I also know you haven't had your medications yet so if you will please head down to the community room before getting ready for the day that would be lovely."

"Yes, Sister." You answered and obediently put your book down.

The blonde smiled as you stood and waited for you to reach her before saying, "Don't forget, I need you in the library today instead of the bakery." When you nodded at her, she slipped out of the room quickly and took a breath to steady her nerves.

As she took attendance at Mass, Mary noted you were sat alone, as usual in the front of the room. The rosary she had helped you make was in your hands as you stared at the statue of the Holy Mother. Mary was proud of how far you'd come,  She could have stood there for a bit longer, watching you at peace if one of the elder sisters hadn't pushed her along. Mary couldn't help but feel shame then as she knelt, there were several women within the hospital who were patients because they acted on the same thoughts and urges young Mary Eunice was having, and here she was thinking them and lusting right before the statue of the Madonna and her baby.

"We're gonna summon a demon do you want to help us?" A woman maybe twice your age asked in the day room where you sat curled up in a stiff oversized chair flipping through a worn novel.

You blinked in surprise, the boldness yet complete nonchalance threw you off, held your book tightly. "N-no? May I ask why?"

"I read about it in a book before I was put in here. It was all the craze when I was a child. Talking to the dead like you're making a phone call. C'mon you have to try."

"No, I'm good."

"If you don't join in the circle you're in danger of being possessed." Another voice added before dissolving into a fit of giggles.

"I think I'll just sit here and read my book." You replied softly and turned your body away from them. The group in front of you began to whisper in gibberish, the woman insisted it was a Latin incantation, but you were doubtful of just how much Latin they knew. As their whispers grew more intense, your unease grew and you contemplated calling Sister Mary to you.

Your heart was thumping wildly against your chest as you prayed one of the nuns walking around the room would hear them conspiring and arguing over the best way to go about bringing evil. None of the women were paying attention to this group as they went about their own daily tasks and aided the patients that needed more attention. Sister Mary Eunice was speaking to a woman who was near hysterics as she wailed and motioned wildly towards the window as lightning cracked along the sky.

"Please knock that off." You asked them and you were shushed. The leader of the makeshift ritual threw her head back and let out a low growl.  You jumped up and shouted but as Sister Mary turned towards you the lights flicked out as thunder rattled the windows.

The change was subtle but it was enough to alarm even Sister Jude, who was watching the Monsignor pace her small office.

"I've sent a letter to the Vatican, I'm waiting for approval to move forward." The priest told her. "If the story is true, if a demon was summoned into our hospital, we need to act quickly."

"We've been waiting for three weeks. She's been acting out, she's been aggressive towards other patients and the nurses. Something is not right and I'm not sure if we should wait. Not anymore. I think it will be easier to ask for forgiveness for premature action than if we act too late."

He folded his arms in front of him and watched Sister Jude.

"You may be right. There was a case in St. Louis right after the second war where that we might need to revisit. There's an official write up for it in the library resources. Go fetch that and I'll begin my preparations."

"What are you doing?" Mary whispered. She had meant for it to come out louder, bolder, but the sight before her shocked her. "Please, cover yourself. This is indecent. Please, the orderlies are making their rounds, they're going to see you in this state of undress." She insisted but she was frozen in the spot she was standing, back pressed against the cement wall, clutching the cross around her throat.

"Oh, Sister Mary." You giggled. As you spoke she looked around your room and noticed the rosary you had crafted together was broken on the dresser. "I've never seen you turn so red. I found it in the donated boxes in the basement. I can't believe you were going to just let it be thrown away. Do you like it?" Your fingers brushed over the cheap lace and faux silk as the unspoken 'on me?' hung in the air, chipping away at Mary's morals and beliefs.

"No! No, I don't." Mary was appalled. Her heart was pounding, her stomach churning. No matter how fiercely she denied the heat in her core, she did like it, the cream colored fabric was just a bit too small, too short, showing off so much more skin than she could handle. The question that left her lips next was directed both at herself and you. "What has gotten into you?"

You batted your lashes at her and let your head fall back a bit, exposing your neck and chest. "Nothing's gotten into me, Sister Mary Eunice. I've just finally figured out how to get what I want. And I want you." She inhaled sharply as you pushed yourself off the bed, walking like you were on a tight rope, one foot in front of the other, movements abrupt like you may not have had full control of your own body. Deep in her mind, Mary knew you weren't the one speaking to her, you just couldn’t be, but if she stayed any longer, she would succumb to whatever it was that was staring back at her from behind your jewel-toned eyes.

"I'm going to get Mother Superior." She huffed out and stepped towards the door, knuckles white on her cross.

"No, you're not."

"Excuse me?"

"You're not going to because you want this as bad as I do." Mary has frozen again, her heart beating so hard her chest ached. "I saw how you looked at me before, all love-sick and blasphemous. Why are you denying me now? We're alone finally. We can be alone as long as we need."

"You requested me in here to confess a sin, so confess and let me leave."

"I am confessing, Mary Eunice. And you're free to go whenever you'd like. I won't stop you."

Mary knew she could grab the door and just slide out of the room. She knew what kind of punishment she would be in for if she were caught with you in this state of dress but, she couldn't leave. Was it fear that was holding her in this spot? Denial? Intrigue? Lust? Whatever it was, she was glued to her spot in your room and anticipating your next action with a thumping heart.

She wasn't, however, anticipating on you dropping to your knees before her, hands flat on your thighs as you looked up at her with wide eyes and a faux-innocent 'what next?' look. Mary was breathless, her mind racing but blank at the same time, nothing useful passing through her train of thought. She closed her eyes tightly when your hands slid around her calves slowly, nails catching on the black tights under her habit.

"You can tell me to stop." You whispered but the words felt taunting to Mary because while your cold hands moved farther up her legs, up the side of her thighs, she realized she wouldn't stop you. She wouldn't dream of it. And she told you so.

There was something about the flush on Mary's cheeks and neck, the soft gasp she let out when your hands were close enough to the sweet spot between her thighs to excite her. Triumph, maybe. She opened her eyes slowly when you pulled your hands back, she felt a small run tear in the thin material at her knee from your nails.

"Lean back Sister." You urged and tried not to gloat over how quickly she leaned back into the wall. The position was awkward for her, uncomfortable even, but when you took the ends of her habit in your hands and pushed it up to her hips her comfort was the last thing on her mind.

She didn't have time to react to being exposed in such a way, your mouth was on her; she was so wet and mind-blown and she wanted your tongue on her, the heat from your breath through her tights and plain cotton panties were almost excruciating. 'Please' was whispered with a thrust of her hips.

She was hesitant to open her eyes, to look at you down on your knees between her legs, sure Mary was still fully dressed but she felt exposed in every sense of the word. She gasped when she did open her eyes, your eyes were sharp on her face, relishing in her blush and the noises that slipped past her pink lips.

[bun-writes-things]

Pairing: Alfred x Francis, Alfred x Arthur (mentioned)

Content Warning: drugs, dubcon,noncon, alfred is dumb and has no ability to read people in this.

Note: mun does not condone any of this. Based off the hetalia 2010 halloween art. I think. Francis is an incubus. Alfred is human.

Let me know if I should continue.

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Alfred F Jones loved anything that was risky, he was, after all, popular, the top football player, and not to mention a rather good student grade wise. He was also the hero to anyone who needed it. However as said he loved taking risks and that included coming to this rundown club. He heard his friend Gilbert talk about it and how awesome it was and naturally if Gilbert liked it, he would too. He was pretty surprised because when he entered there were lounges, a dance floor, a bar with neon colors and lights strobing ahead as different colors flashed among the bodies of those dancing. It was loud, full of energy, everything he enjoyed. But he was still leery, if he had a friend with him maybe but it was Halloween and he was dressed up like Indian Jones (his Hero) and so with a deep breath entered the club fully and started to let the music wash over him, making him calmer as he moved over to the bar.

A few drinks first, he thought, after all it was a rave club they should have mixed drinks if nothing else. That was when a man offered to buy him some, and naturally while Alfred could tell characters he was a bit nervous and this man looked scary so he accepted, unaware that with each drink it was spiked with XTC extract.

Francis Bonnefoy was normally not the man one would expect to see at a rave. With longish blond hair, a silky, cultured voice, an old world sort of laize-fair about the world and his self-proclaimed sex appeal, many would think of him more of the more artsy type. Truth be told, though, he loved these sorts of events. They pulsed with energy as bodies crowded against each other and moved in sensual ways that made him desire the companionship of a lover more than he normally would. He smirked as he sat in the bar. Tonight was Halloween. Not only were people dressed as scantily and risqué as normal, but in costumes. Who was the God to create a holiday for such a fetish to be proudly celebrated?

He had to thank this God amongst humans. In celebration, Francis had also chosen to dress up. Gause, and plenty of it, draped over his body to hide what would be appropriate to hide any... indecent features. Those with his boots, his hair tied back loosely, and some chains to add for the slightly scary but lusty look. In front of him sat a half-full glass of wine. In the folds of his outfit, he hid a small friend of his. It came in so much good when he really felt like he needed the company of a warm body. As a young blond dressed as a cowboy 'saddled' up to the bar, he smirked. Such a handsome young man... Francis discretely removed some of the drug from his attire and ordered a beer. He slipped the drug into the drink, then offered it to the young man, who warily accepted it. Things were going well already.

Alfred never once noted the drink may be spiked, instead choosing to just accept it. It was only after the fourth one that he felt high, like he was flying. Everything seemed to glow, pulse with its own energy, its own movement and oh he felt warm. So very, very warm like when his boyfriend Arthur would hug him at night type warm only, more intense, wanted. His blue eyes were glazed as he glanced to the man who sat no more then a few seats from and moved to stand, finding it hard as his legs were like jelly at the feeling of pure bliss that washed over him. He moved carefully though, getting used to the feeling and smiled charmingly, the drug making his anxiety die down.

"Hi..." he said, blue eyes not being able to stop themselves from traveling across the gentleman’s body. He looked to be in his mid twenties, classy, sophisticated...and sexy with come hither sapphire blue eyes and luscious blond hair he wanted to touch. Not to mention that body...oh gods that body...

Francis smirled coyly and looked up at the cowboy. He had taken a little longer than most to succumb to the drug. But that just made things more fun. Such a wonderful game... "Bonjour..." he said, practically purring as he lifted the wine to his lips and sipped luxuriously. It was fun to play this up, to see how his victims would reply. This all ended the same way, of course, but to get there... that was most of the fun.

"Comment ca va... mon cher..."

Alfred blushed brightly at the man's accent, how smooth his words sounds leaving those kissable lips. If he had been in any right state of mind he'd have slapped himself. He was with Arthur, but it was one night so surely he wouldn't be mad if he flirted right? After all he was the one who denied coming so he could just sod off then and spend time with his imaginary friends.

"Uhh...tres bien? " he asked, hesitant in the language.

He never much cared for other languages, preferring to have others speak his language, not the other way around. A typical American mindset but...well...he was just that. American. Though he couldn't stop the heated feeling he kept feeling in his core as his stomach did flip flops, body breaking out into a cold sweat as he stood before this man. Why did he have to be so damn hot looking?

"I'm Alfred," he said trying to keep his mind from being filled with a hazy lust that seemed to radiated from this man, it was dizzying.

"Mmmm... Alfred..." The Frenchman replied, watching him with half-lidded blue eyes. "Je m'appelle Francis... It is good to meet you... Alfred..." He consented for English, though his French accent dominated his speech. To make his to be lover exert so much effort would not be good. After all, how would he be able to have fun with someone asleep?

"Nice to meet you," He said blushing at the purr in his voice. His pants were feeling a bit tighter then they should be, and he knew why. Maybe it was him but Alfred loved accents.

Hearing them, trying them out but he loved it best when the accent was spoken in a purr, like when Arthur spoke to him during their heated lvoe making sessions or even when he was simply instructing him... oh merely the sound of his voice was enough to drive the American mad with desire, with love. But this accent, oh this accent was different it made him feel lust, need...want... something that he was always careful to control, because a hero never let themselves succumb to such needs, such wants....right?

Francis crossed his legs in a sensual manner, arching his neck backwards so that his hair would fall aside, reveling even more bare flesh and skin. This was working all too well. "Do you come here often, mon cher~?" He bit his lower lip with mock innocence and winked at Alfred, the man with the cowboy hat and the American accent. "I have not seen you before..."

"Ah yeah my friend Gilbert normally comes here, he was talking about coming here but he got tied up with our friend Antonio so I decided to come by myself...its my first time..." he said innocently, though his speech was a bit slurred and his actions were more slowed, but he was closer now, closer to the man who seemed to be like a drug to him, pulling him ever deeper, ever closer with those words, that accent, that beautiful fuck me body...but it was the smile, the look in his eyes that made the poor twenty year old man blush and feel a lust he never felt before with anyone.

"Ahhh, mon ami, Gilbert~" Francis said, sighing wistfully. "Such a shame he could not be here. However... if he were here... I would never have met you, mon Alfred~" The Frenchman sipped again from his drink. "Would you care to sit next to moi~?"

"I would thanks," he said, leaning away from the Frenchman and sitting on the stool, trying to hide the obvious bulge he was sure was visible. The music was still pounding and it seemed to make his heart beat in time. Poor drugged up Alfred. "You know gil?"

Francis nodded. "Oh, oui. He frequents here as well. We became... quite close..." He smirked and winked seductively at the poor straining American, allowing him to imagine the meaning in his words. "But I am glad I was able to meet you on your first time, mon cher~"

Alfred let out a stifled groan as he twitched some, fingers tapping rapidly on the bar top as he watched, lsitening to the man speak, not so much his words, wodnering what it would be like if he were to whisper in his ear. At the mention of becoming close naturally he could only imagine the sex that seemed toi be hinted in those words. OH fuck.

"I...see..." he said, voice strained as the drug began to work more, fogging his mind, making everything heightened. Was this what his friend Yao felt like when he took opium?

"Oh oui..." he said before finishing the glass of wine with a dignified sip always the gentleman, after all. Francis smiled and stood, letting the bandages settle naturally again along his body.

"Mon cher... you look so uncomfortable on the stool. Shall we retire to... somewhere more comfortable~ Oui?" He approached Alfred and smiled, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "I know of a wonderful little couch in the corner where we can get... better acquainted."

[misschey2u]

Fall is here! If you’re anything like me, there’s a part of you that is bursting with love for everything Fall offers, Apple Cider, Pumpkin Pie, Crisp mornings that smell like leaves, warm hot chocolate while watching the leaves fall, crock-pot cooking and warm bowls of soup. Then there is the other half; that half of you that feels a sadness comes over you when you wake up to a rainy gloomy morning. Having to drag yourself out of bed in a cold house, stumbling through the dark not wanting to wake the family up, searching for the windows in hope to let in a little light.

 As excited as I had been for Fall; here in NJ we had two super grey super gloomy mornings, and I felt it “Hello Darkness my old friend.” The anxiety, the glimpse of my depression , it was as if it had waited to make its appearance, and I was filled with dread. As much as we try not to acknowledge the creeping sensation that anxiety tends to bring forward, it’s hard! Here comes Fall, and here comes SAD.Seasonal Affective Disorder is more than real. Seasonal affective disorder (SAD) is a type of depression that is triggered by the changing seasons of the year. According to FamilyDoctor.org “Between 4% and 6% of people in the United States suffer from SAD. Another 10% to 20% may experience it in a milder form. SAD is more common in women than in men. Some children and teenagers get SAD. But it usually doesn’t start in people younger than 20 years of age. The risk of SAD decreases for adults as they age. SAD is more common in northern regions of the United States. Winters are typically longer and harsher there. There is also less sunlight because they are farther away from the equator.” I would always joke about how I hated Winter, the cold was terrible, who needs four seasons? I lived in St. Croix USVI for most of my childhood where Summer and Cool Summer were out only seasons, the sun was always shining and I was surrounded by lush greenery, blue roaring oceans and so much life! I moved to NJ at 17 and though the first few Winters felt harsh it seemed to have doubled by the time I was a newlywed raising our first son at 21. Fall and winter came, and depression hit like a tornado, my anxiety was too much to bear and I found myself starting therapy every fall for a few years. Summer would come, and I’d feel alive, full of wonder, like a kid, postponing therapy sessions to spend time outdoors with my feet buried in the dirt of our garden. Then Fall would creep around ; the smells would excite me, a crisp fall morning with lots of sunshine was my favorite but after Halloween and we got into November, that childlike excitement would fade. For those who’ve dealt with SAD , you know the drill.

 I got tired of the merry-go-round of emotions, I was physically tired and emotionally drained, frustrated with my new reality the rebel in me decided, “I can beat this! I don’t have to feel like this!” And I established my Seasonal to-dos. Simple things that I do to keep me feeling centered and positive. 

Create a routine! Try to start your day off on the same foot each morning and end on the same note each evening. Choose something you truly enjoy to help keep you grounded. For me; it’s a cup of tea or Mushroom Cocoa in the morning. I make a cup of whatever hot beverage of my liking pour it in a to go cup and would walk my son to the school bus stop. On my walk back I’d take note of some of the beautiful things along my path, maybe pick up a leaf, or acorn or something cute and just enjoy my quiet time. If my second son is still asleep with his Dada I will do yoga followed by a tarot card reading and maybe a little writing, whether it be a blog or just a diary entry. These are all some of my most favorite things to do for myself so it’s a great way to start a morning because it puts me in a positive space mentally. When you focus on all the good coming your way it’s hard to succumb to the depression. The point is these things shouldn’t be hard to want to do, but pending they are…do them anyway! Once you get started, keep pushing through. You’ll be glad that you did! I then end my day with some quiet time either reading a book to my boys or reading a book while my boys play in their room until we’re all good and sleepy. Also important, try not to sleep in! Part of SAD is the fact that the season my affect your circadian rhythm, so create your own! Wake up at the same time every morning and go to sleep the same time each night, if you can help it.

Go outside! Yes; it’s gross out there, it may be chillier than you’d like but…go! A daily walk outside can bring you peace. Being able to appreciate the beauty in each season whether you like that season or not ; can truly go along way. It teaches you to enjoy the season no matter which it is. Take a little gratitude journal for the walk and note the things you’re grateful for seeing. Just be sure to bundle up!

Do a Seasonal activity! Apple picking? Pumpkin carving? Ice skating? Whatever floats your boat. Go for it! Enjoy all that the season has to offer! Keeping active and busy is a great way to scare the SAD away! Don’t let it catch you! Or if it does , be able to have a way to get out of it. Plan a day full of seasonal activities for yourself whether alone or with loved ones. Every year for the past three years we’ve done apple picking, we’ve had great warm sunny October trips and icky rainy, gloomy ones. But the result is the same a day full of fun with some of the people we love. I do not like snow, my coworker tells me I’m horrible because I do all I can to persuade my children that they don’t need to play in the snow. However, they get me out…every year and honestly I’m grateful. I do enjoy snowball fights on a cold morning for a whole seven minutes…sometimes ten!

Open those shades! Let some sunlight in…even if it’s very little. You can also use photo-therapy lights to brighten up the place. Not only do I open all shades in the house but I have several plants all around. The greenery makes me feel alive! Studies have also shown that photo-therapy can help reduce and even treat SAD.

Plan ahead! Prep Prep Prep! When you already feel that your whole world is thrown off it can feel like you won’t survive the day because you have so much to do, and nothing done. Whether it’s prepping your lunch for the week, packing your suitcase or bookbag the night before, planning your outfits for the week, or planning dinner for the next day. All these things can help to keep you on track and feel that you’re ahead of the game. So if you slip for a moment into yourself, it’s not the end of the world. Also, Crockpot! Once I see one leaf fall from a tree, I break out my crockpot. Crockpot meals makes it easy for me to still appear to be the Super Mom I want to believe I am. I know that if I’m having a bad day, at least I’ll be coming home to a warm meal and that I at least did the one duty of feeding my family. Meal times are precious to me so if my Sadness affects them it really hits me hard and can throw me off, especially if I’m trying to rush to feed my family while in a funk. I make sure to have a few crockpot recipes at my fingertips on the funky feeling days, so mealtime is a funk free zone! Take that SAD! 

  Happy Monday!

Kick SAD’s Sorry Butt!

With Love,

Queen C (@Buttatheholsisticdoula)

Falls here; SAD’s near- Dealing with Seasonal Affective Disorder Fall is here! If you’re anything like me, there’s a part of you that is bursting with love for everything Fall offers, Apple Cider, Pumpkin Pie, Crisp mornings that smell like leaves, warm hot chocolate while watching the leaves fall, crock-pot cooking and warm bowls of soup.