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bunnliix · 1 year ago

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When Eight Becomes Nine - Chapter Six

okie so I might have lied about getting this done today. But here it is! I honestly loved writing this chapter, cause it's fun to write the dynamic between Wooyoung and y/n

Pairing: Ateez x 9th member!reader Summary: Y/n meets the omegas of Skz, and then has dance practice with Yunho and San! wc: 1.4k AU: a/b/o Genre: Fluff/Angst warnings: yelling, lots of yelling, Woo being dramatic, lots of cursing because yes, derogatory language (whore), angst, and I think that's it?? lemme know if I need to add any other warnings! masterlist

“Where are we going, Wooyoung-ssi?” Y/n asked the idol as she was dragged out of the company.

“I already told you! We’re going to meet up with Han and Felix!” Wooyoung told her, like it was common sense.

The slightly taller man, by like maybe an inch, pulled her behind him as they walked, or were dragged in y/n’s case, down the road to the next block, where a quiet cafe sat. The two omegas entered, finding it almost void of people, except for two people sitting in the back. Wooyoung lit up once he saw the two, almost sprinting towards the two of them, y/n along for the ride once again.

“You’re here!” He shouted, gaining their attention.

“Wooyoung-hyung!” One of the two called out to him, pulling his mask off to reveal a smile on his face.

The older omega pulled y/n down with him into the empty chairs, before introducing her to the idols in front of her. “Han, Felix, this is y/n. She’s one of the auditionees for the ninth member of Ateez. I may have stolen her from practice.”

Felix ignored Wooyoung’s words for the most part. “ Hi y/n, I’m Felix. Though I have a feeling you already knew that. It’s really nice to meet you regardless.” He smiled at y/n, and she couldn’t help but smile in return, it was contagious.

“Yah! Felix, don't go stealing my omega! She’s mine. Not yours.” Wooyoung intervened as he watched the two of them. He was not letting the Stray Kids steal her from him, even if he loved the two younger omegas. Y/n was his, and if he had his way, she’d be their ninth member. He didn’t want anyone else, despite not having seen any of her skills. But Hongjoong looked pleased with her, so that means something good. And unless she had no rhythm and two left feet, they could teach her to dance.

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you y/n.” Han said, a bit shyer than either Wooyoung or Felix. Which was fine with the sole female omega in the group of four, as she didn’t mind another quieter person. She had enough loud people with just the man next to her.

“How are you both?” She asked them, knowing they have a comeback coming up, she’s a Stay too, there was no way not to be a StayTiny with the friendship between the two groups.

“I’m good! Busy, but good.” Felix replied, smiling at her still. Han nodded along, focused on his phone. He seemed to be reading something on his phone. She didn’t mind, it was probably Stray Kids related, which is totally fair, she may not understand it like Wooyoung probably did, but she could understand being busy because of an upcoming event.

“You guys have a comeback coming up, right? How’s the preparation for that going?” She asked them, “And no pressure if you can’t say anything, I get it.”

“Ah yeah, we’re not really supposed to say much about it. Sorry.” Felix said, apologizing.

“No apologies needed, I figured as much, but still wanted to ask. I know comebacks are secretive and such. Well outside of what is shared with fans in the lead up to release day.” She replied, nodding her head.

Suddenly, fingers were squeezing her cheek. “You’re so cute, I just wanna eat you.” Wooyoung said from right next to her.

“Please don’t eat me, I don’t think we need a news article about you secretly being some sort of cannibal.”

“I- yah! I am not a cannibal!” Wooyoung cried.

“Then why do you want to eat me? Besides, it could be worse, you could be a kidnapping cannibal. Oh wait, you are.” Y/n jokes, suddenly having a burst of confidence.

That sparked laughter from Felix and Han, causing y/n to laugh as well, as Wooyoung looked at all of them and pouted.

“I thought we were friends.” The eldest man whined, crossing his arms as the three omegas continued giggling.

“You’re so fucking mean. This isn’t fair. How dare you corrupt my baby!” He continued to whine.

“They met me thirty minutes ago, how did they corrupt me? And when did I become your baby?” Y/n questioned, looking at the omega next to her in confusion.

“They just did! And when I met you, duh.” Wooyoung said, like it was common knowledge.

“Wooyoung, you’re an idiot.” Felix said, in a very deadpan way.

“Felix, we gotta go. Chan needs us back at the company.” Han interrupted, looking back and forth between Felix and his phone.

There were many awws, but Felix and Han rose up out of their seats.

“Next time, we’ll make sure to have free time so we can chat? And we’ll get your number off of Wooyoung!” Felix promised y/n as they left the cafe.

“Awwww, I thought we’d get longer with the two of them.” Wooyoung pouted once again.

“Well, they are prepping for a comeback next month, I don’t expect them to not be busy.” She said, knowing that these times would be busy, and was surprised they managed to get any free time at all, being weeks away from a comeback.

“I don’t wanna go back yet.” Wooyoung just wouldn’t stop whining, though he was interrupted by his phone ringing.

“What Hongjoong-hyung?” The omega said.

“I don’t wanna come back. And why does she have to practice?”

“Fine. But you owe me a coffee.” Wooyoung said as he hung up the phone. “I’m supposed to bring you back now. They’re all finished for the day, but you still have to practice, so Sannie and Yunho are staying late to watch you. I’m not allowed to stay because I’ll just kidnap you again apparently.” He told her.

He got up out of the chair he was in, sulking as the female omega got up as well, and continued to sulk as they left the cafe, heading back to KQ. He grumbled about how unfair it was that he wasn’t allowed to stay and watch her dance, that he wasn’t allowed to stay at the company while she was practicing.

This grumbling continued all the way to the door of the practice room. She rolled her eyes at Wooyoung’s grumbling, and pushed open the door herself, brushing past the elder omega. She bowed once she was in the room, apologizing for her lateness, “I’m sorry I didn’t show up on time.”

“Don’t worry about it, once Hongjoong-hyung told us it was Wooyoung, we knew we wouldn’t get you back on time.” San waved off her apology, “You’re here now, that’s what matters.”

“What Sannie-ah said.” Yunho agreed, before continuing, “Now, are you ready to practice? Other than warming up?” He asked her, to which she nodded.

“Okay, then let’s warm up.” The tall alpha smiled at her, as they both started warming up with her, helping her through the stretches they did in order to prepare for their rigorous choreography.

Yunho then led her through the entirety of Guerilla, before moving onto Halazia, having her fill in Yeosang’s parts, as he thought she fit them best, besides Hongjoong’s as well. Once he deemed her Halazia run throughs perfect, he let her take a break, and y/n collapsed onto the hardwood floor.

“How the fuck do you do all of these songs back to back at concerts holy fucking hell.” She said through many breaths and attempts, as she was still trying to catch her breath.

“Lots of training and stamina. You have to get some more.” San said as he sat on the ground next to her head.

“San’s correct. That’s the thing you have to work on, it seems. Plus some more practice on the footwork for dance breaks. You fall behind in them, compared to San when you two danced together.” Yunho told her, letting her know what she needed to work on. She took all of the comments in, knowing she wasn’t perfect, and wanting to work to get better. Plus, Yunho was kind as he told her what needed work versus what was almost perfect.

Unbeknownst to them, someone was watching the three of them sit and chat after this, and security really should have done a better job at ensuring the rules were followed, as they snapped photos of the three’s closeness.

“The fucking whore, fucking omega thinking she’s better than everyone else because of her subgender. Let’s see how the public feels about how close you are to them, when you haven't even been picked yet.” They whispered to themselves, before walking away with a ticking time bomb in their hand.

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perseephoneee · 9 months ago

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okie dokie does a Dean Winchester x reader fic work? Had an idea way back in s1 when jess first dies, (older sister, who kinda takes sam under her wing) reader ended up meeting dean through sam. They had similar personalities but (reader) was more of a hopeless romantic than Dean. Sam on the other hand could totally see them together but Dean always denied it.

“Stop eyeing her like she's a piece of steak, you creep” “The hell? I do not do that, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

so they left ca and travelled and maybe in s2-3 (doesnt have to be accurate) they end up back in ca because of a case or cause reader called sam for help. (not expecting dean to show up as well) and after shes not in danger, turns out they get along really well.

"Im not an arm rest, dean." "Mhm, then why are you so short?" "I'M 5'3 THATS NORMAL"

and just fluff..? idk man let me know if its not what you want to write, i can totally change it💜

not a steak (dean winchester x f!reader)

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wow remember when i could actually write things in a timely manner? yeah, me neither. i miss those days (that never existed). whomp whomp.

You don't necessarily remember the exact moment that you met Sam. He's been a constant in your life since you were his TA as an undergraduate, watching this freakishly tall freshman so eager to succeed in your class. He made your heart soft, and he made you feel protective. Even though he was so much bigger than you, a naivety in his persona made you take extra time to ensure he succeeded. He ended up getting an A in the class.

You do remember when you met Dean, however. You had heard stories of Dean from Sam the few times you'd catch lunch outside of school. By this point, you were a grad student, filling the void of the older sibling that Sam unconsciously needed filled. You never pried for too many details, and that's how you got people to shut up really fast. But you did meet Dean right as he left town to look for his Dad. Dean was coarse and dismissive of you as if you were just another roadblock stopping him from taking his brother. When you finally got his attention, it was just to size you up before wordlessly climbing into his car. Sam seemed apologetic, but mostly, you were just worried. You had every right to be. Jessica died a week later.

The thing about you is that you can't let a dead dog lie. Where's the fun in that? You'd much rather figure out ways to raise them.

Sam was brilliant, but he let enough details slip to allow you to research him. And you were a law graduate student; you knew a thing or two about studying. Random newspaper clippings, shoutouts of various names, and blog posts allowed you to figure out the supernatural aspect of his life that he had kept from you. You should've been more surprised, but you were more excited than anything. There was more out there. What a strangely relieving thought.

This knowledge proved helpful when you realized you had a poltergeist.

The new place you moved into was charming and Victorian, the dream of everyone with a Pinterest board. It was in fairly decent shape, and with your roommates, you guys thought you could polish it up to something livable during your suffering years of graduate school. Unfortunately, the price was too good to be true, which led to the unfortunate circumstance of hauntings culminating in one of your roommates in the hospital, barely alive. You called Sam that night.

"Hey Sam, it's me…" you trailed off at that, feet tucked under you as the machines' beeping cut through the silence. "I need your help."

The next day, he was at your door, enveloping you in a hug. He smelled exactly the same, and you didn't realize how much you missed him. Dean was with him.

"I'm Dean," he nodded, holding out a hand. You raised a brow.

"We've met."

"I would've remembered someone who looks like you," Dean scoffs, an easy smirk on his lips that probably made many women swoon. You just rolled your eyes, going back into your house and hoping Sam followed.

A week later, the boys were still here. This ghost was frustrating, and it was more the principle of it that was pissing you off more than anything. You let the brothers stay at the house since it was safer in numbers and cheaper. Plus, your roommates took a wide berth of the place before returning. A routine developed in the short time they were here. You cooked breakfast, Sam made coffee, and Dean woke up at some point. You and Sam would enjoy the paper before something happened (usually related to the crossword that Dean was totally not interested in), and you ended up bickering with the older Winchester until Sam got fed up with it and shut it down.

"Stop eyeing her like she's a piece of steak," Sam muttered to Dean when you weren't around, having stormed off to some other corner of the house. Dean almost spit out his coffee.

"The hell? I do not do that. I have no clue what you're talking about."

Sam just nodded, hiding a smirk behind his book as Dean grumbled about not checking you out.

For the first time that week, Sam was out that night. He was following "a lead." What that lead was, no one knew, but it meant you were alone. With Dean. In a house. Without supervision.

You grumbled something about making dinner. Dean followed you.

"Are you lost?" you asked, hands on your hips as Dean plopped himself at the counter.

"I'm following the food."

"Of course you are."

"Please, no more rabbit food," Dean groaned. "I can't take it anymore."

"Oh no, definitely not," you smirked, pulling out some steaks from the fridge you had been saving. Dean's eyes immediately lit up. "You're helping me cook these. I'm not letting your dumb ass sit around while I prepare a meal."

"You're bossy," Dean grumbles but doesn't complain further as he removes his flannel and sets it on the chair. You ignore that he looks really good in a t-shirt and return to grabbing ingredients. To his credit, Dean is good at letting you tell him what to do and following through. He is definitely a better chef than Sam, who has burned many things in your kitchen. Dean is an excellent sous chef. You tell him as such.

"The hell? I am not a sous," he says while furiously stirring butter.

"It's a compliment, you knobhead."

"Knobhead? What 1950s show are you living in?"

This conversation went back and forth for a while. But you finished cooking a meal, which is always considered a success in your book. Dean devoured him almost immediately before you could even finish cutting through it. Then, it was just you attempting to finish your meal in peace. This was difficult, as Dean continuously kept eyeing your food, hoping you might give it to him, and then would complain outwardly when you didn't.

"You're not going to finish it," he drank his beer, once again looking at your dinner. You glared.

"I can finish it."

"A girl like you doesn't finish an entire steak."

That comment pissed you off. You finished your steak in two bites, shocking Dean, and then proceeded to grab his glass of beer and down it in one gulp. You slammed the glass down, raising a brow. "You have no clue what type of girl I am."

You grabbed both your plates and made your way to the kitchen, putting them in the sink and starting to clean the dishes. You barely made it through a plate before Dean pushed you out of the way.

"Dean—"

"I'm not questioning your ability, but in my world, the one who doesn't cook cleans. So, sit your ass down," Dean said before you could chew him out. You bit the inside of your cheek and sat down, still glaring at him as he washed each dish meticulously and put them either in the dishwasher or on the drying rack. When he was done, he threw the dishtowel over his shoulder. The domesticity made you soften. "I'm sorry for earlier."

You blinked, not really expecting any sort of apology from Dean Winchester. You did expect that you would not get anything besides those words.

"I don't understand women."

You laughed at that, leaning on your hand with your elbow on the table. "Aren't you a self-proclaimed ladies' man?"

"I know how to sleep with women, but I don't get what goes through your heads," Dean leaned against the counter, arms crossed. "You want one thing and then a different thing, and I can't keep up."

"So, you're admitting you're slow." Dean threw the towel at you. "Women aren't that complicated; men are just bad listeners. You included."

"I can listen."

"Really? What was I frusterated about at dinner?" you challenged, getting off your seat and leaning over the counter. He blinked a few times.

"That I kept asking for your steak?"

"No, that you presumed that as a woman, I couldn't finish a steak."

"Well, that's not what I said," Dean replied, getting defensive. You just rolled your eyes, grabbing the wine bottle on the counter.

"Oh, also, insight into women; they lie about how good men actually are in the bedroom," you winked, leaving the room and taking the wine with you. You could almost hear Dean's jaw drop.

"It ain't a lie, princess," he intercepted you, his stupid legs moving much faster than yours. You frowned but didn't say anything. Dean took a breath, locking eyes with you. "Why do you insist on always pushing my buttons?"

"Because it's fun? Because you're both annoying and easy to annoy?" you shrugged, clutching your wine bottle to your chest. You didn't know why you picked on him, besides the fact he could be an absolute ASS sometimes that needed kicking. No, you suppose it goes back to early schoolyard days where instead of 'flirting,' you'd push the person and maybe claim to the entire class that they had cooties. To this day, you still had no idea what cooties exactly were, just that you never wanted to catch them.

"I think you like me," Dean smirked. He had crowded you against the wall leading to the living room. Your wine was an innocent bystander clutched to your chest. Maybe not as tall as Sam, but you still had to look up to see him. "I'm gonna prove it."

"Excuse me?" you breathed any sort of bite to your words caught in your throat as he reached up to your face and stroked your cheek. His hands found purchase holding your neck, tilting your face even higher and infinitely closer. Dean took the wine bottle out of your hands, your last line of defense, and stepped away for a second to put it back on the counter. His hands found your face again.

"Hey princess," he whispered, voice sultry. "Breathe." You couldn't do such a thing even if you wanted to because his lips were on yours, and he tasted like the draft beer in your fridge and apple pie. He was gentle, too gentle, and you wanted more. Your hands, first unsure of what to do, grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer. One of his hands moved to your waist, thumb brushing the exposed skin where your shirt rode up. He was everywhere all at once, masculinity encapsulated, and you were drowning in it. He pulled away, letting you breathe, the command you forgot to follow. "I wanted to do that since I saw you."

"Bullshit."

"Honest to god— well, not god, but honest— but then you had to go and be increasingly difficult," Dean scoffed, still holding on to you.

"You don't even remember the first time we met."

"Of course I do; it was a week after my Dad disappeared," Dean responded. "You were wearing pajamas and had a raincoat wrapped around you as you asked Sam not to go so that you could figure it out together. I was curt, and you looked like you wanted to call me a thousand horrible names, but you let it go as we drove away."

You smiled a little at that. "You do remember."

"What can I say? I like pushing your buttons."

You smacked him on the chest, earning a laugh as you fought off your smile. You did finally get your wine and let Dean choose something to watch. About halfway through your movie (and three glasses of pinot noir in), you got distracted by a makeout session that would've made your teenage self swoon, but it didn't progress more than that. Neither of you wanted to go too fast. Most of the time, it was just light conversation, cuddling, and the realization that maybe you two were much more alike than you thought.

Both of you fell asleep like that on the couch, blissfully unaware of the morning light. Sam came home early in the morning, dropping his bags before seeing the both of you entwined on the couch. A smile crossed his face.

"Finally."

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yaut-jaknowit · 7 months ago

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So assuming that the reader is AMAB what if…Gawtin got prego with his pup 0^0

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A Family

Character: Gawtin (Female Yautja) X AMAB!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, breeding, dirty thoughts and words, praise, dom!reader, sub!Gawtin (For the most part), creampie, size difference, fluff.

Word Count: 4221

Summary: Qui'oky has grown up and passed his chiva with flying colors. This means, the once young child has become a full fledged hunter and goes off on his own. The house is now empty. Qui'oky was never your blood but you raised him like your child. Now... you are having thoughts of another child in the house.

Author Note: Okay, I might have gone off a little in a different direction. I guess my brain at the time really wanted smut. I might have to write a part two with the Gawtin actually pregnant and reader taking care of her. Oooooo, yesss!

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Gawtin’s youngest child, Qui’oky has finally left the nest to face the world. The dwelling for once has become quiet and calm all over again. A cycle that continued to happen over and over with each child born and brought into this world. Unlike this time, Gawtin has waited a lot long this time to even toy with the idea of having another child. It’s all because of her mate. Someone who wasn’t Yautja. A hybrid would be created.

In her clan, hybrids were severely frowned upon. Same with oomans. But, here were you. A little ooman surviving their way through a species that hunts for a living. And oomans weren’t off of the menu. You have made it this far though. Surpassing many that have speculated death would come to you quickly.

An artist? You wield pencils? Not even a knife to protect yourself? Many thought you as crazy. But when an outside male came to visit someone within and saw you. He had come up to you and tried to simply speak with you, a towering, lumbering female was behind him in an instant. Nothing shall harm her ooman, her mate. He may have meant no harm but Gawtin wasn’t going to take a single chance. She understood the fragility of oomans. Seen how easy they break under her hands from past experiences.

No one will ever harm you.

From that day on, everyone understood how you’ve survived so far. With a Yautja who’s protective of what’s hers. Everyone kept a wide berth from you, knowing if the offended you or the female, they could end up as a wall decorative. Not that you didn’t have your friends within the small clan of about fifty. But Gawtin kept you safe.

The quietness in the home was… haunting. No sharpening of blades, the constant chittering coming from Oky as he prepares for his chiva. He was nervous and excited at the same time. He would go on and on about all the scars he hopes to get. Or the trophies he wants to earn after he becomes an adult.

Now, with him gone off into the world, paving his own path… the house was still of life. You lounged in Gawtin’s lap on the couch. Besides her, there was no one else here. You were honestly sad about it. Heartbroken to see him leave. You were beyond proud for his win. He made it pass a challenging point in his life. Not the last one but still, he made it.

Gawtin rested with her eyes closed, softly napping away the daylight. The pencil and paper in your hand are forgotten about temporarily. She has one of her hands on your thigh. Said hand was nearly taking up the entirety of your skin. You tilted your head back to look at her resting form. She looked so peaceful like this.

Maybe after so long with a child in the house, she was enjoying the peace and quiet for once. The constant mothering can wear someone down. Gawtin deserves this rest.

But… what if there was another child running around?

Something ran down the length of your spine after the thought. Another little one to take care of. You missed helping and teaching Qui’oky. Now, with your ability to live longer thanks to Gawtin, you needed something else to fill the void in your heart.

What would Gawtin think? Her mother is strongly against you and your existence in her clan. How would that fare if a hybrid between a human and Yautja lived near her. You feared the repercussions and the unknowns of what Ma’tan-aih would do to the child. It’s not like you could even match her strength or intelligence if a fight occurred. But, you made Gawtin happy. That’s all that matters to you in the end. Not her mother’s approval or acknowledgment.

The pencil in your hand was slipped behind your ear. You pursed your lips and looked up at Gawtin’s lightly napping form. Those dirty thoughts wouldn’t leave your mind. To see her round with your child. Fuck, that did something to you that you didn’t even know was possible. You wanted to be there every moment to help her. You wanted to help her, soothe her aches, feed her, learn to hunt her favorite foods.

When you finally slipped out of your drowning thoughts, you notices a purple gaze on you. You gasped and darted your gaze to your forgotten sketch. Your hand empty of a pencil. As if you had taken a moment break and got caught.

Gawtin’s green hand reached up and tugged the pencil behind your ear free. The pencil was offered to your empty hand. “Forgetting something?” she rumbled with a slight, alien smirk to her features. You pressed your lips together. Caught red handed.

A nervous giggle fell from your lips. You bowed your head and shyly plucked the tool from her pinched fingers. “Oh… yeah, thanks.” Out of all the time you’ve been with her, you should’ve been able to even sense what she was about to do before she did it. Yet, you’ve grown accustomed to her movements and didn’t feel a need to be on high alert.

That same green hand pinched at your chin and turned your head to face her fully. “Care to explain what thoughts distract you, little one?” she questioned with a soft, gentle tone. Her voice slightly airy from her sleep addled brain. A well-deserved nap that is.

Heat brushed against your cheeks. You cleared your throat and tried to turn away. But, the hunk of muscle didn’t allow for that to happen. She made you face her and the embarrassment of airing your thoughts out.

Even when you tried to cast your gaze down to your lap, she jerk your head and grabbed your attention fully.

“Well… I had been just thinking. Just some wild thoughts. Like-like the ones that come out of nowhere. Just couldn’t help myself think of them, you know?” you blabbered to hopefully please the Yautja and move on. A shaky smile flashed your teeth at her.

She tilted her head towards you and gave you a look. A groan passed your lips. You threw your head back with a huff. “God, you know me too well, love. Fine, fine. You got me. I was just thinking…” you trailed off for a moment to collect your thoughts. “It’s been lonely, empty without Qui’oky in the house now. And, I don’t know about you, but I kind of wanna make it not so empty.” You pushed your shoulders up towards your ears while looking at her.

“You want to have a child with me?” Gawtin asked for clarification from you. Coming out like that made it seem dirty or wrong. Like that was just the sole purpose of being with her.

At first, you sputtered and stumbled over yourself. “What?! No, I just thought it would be nice. To have another little one running around.” She kept staring at you with those beautiful purple eyes that made you melt even after all the years with her. You sighed. “Yeah, I do. I can’t help it. I don’t know if being on this planet has final affected or whatnot. But I feel strong about seeing you pregnant. I-I’m sorry.” You felt wrong for these emotions. A dirty thought that should’ve stayed hidden in the depths of your mind till the day you died.

Her fingers tightened on your chin and tugged you a little closer to your face. “Why are you sorry for such a feeling? It is natural. Yautja or ooman,” she explained in a firm voice. Your cheeks heated more. Of course she would agree. This is normal in her culture, her society. Maybe that’ll explain these feelings.

The whole… breeding thing was one thing that separated the two societies completely. It’s part of their lifestyle. You go up to a woman you know somewhat and say that to her. Don’t be surprised if you get punched and pepper sprayed. For good reason.

And, yeah. You’ve been with Gawtin for many years now. You felt wrong for demeaning her in such a way. To only see her as a breeding machine. Gawtin was way more that. That thought never crossed your mind in all the time you’ve been with her. Maybe the simple idea of having a child with her but never such a need about… breeding her. You gnawed on your bottom lip and forced yourself to look away. Gawtin grunted and jerked your chin to force you to find her gaze all over again.

“Answer my question, little one,” she demanded and leaned in an inch closer. Her lumbering frame easily towered over your lax form. You felt yourself tense up a little with a minute whimper. But it’s not that you feared her. Far from it. She could never truly scare her. Your heart was held in her hands and you completely trusted her every step of the way.

A sigh escaped you. “I know it’s natural. At least for you guys. But for us, we don’t think that way outwardly. Yes, I would get questions from my parents when I would have children. This…” you trailed off and closed your eyes for only a moment. “These thoughts about -em, breeding you, isn’t normal for me. Not these strong thoughts about-“ you cut yourself off before anything fell from your lose lips.

Gawtin leaned even closer in, upper mandibles twitching. A gem-studded brow was raised. “Go on,” Gawtin urged and pinched your chin slightly tighter. You pushed your own brows together and looked at her. “Say it.”

Shit. She really wants you to admit your darkest secrets to her. Yet, you saw the dark flash in her eyes. That gave a small boost of confidence.

“I have strong thoughts about, about breeding you, love. I know you’re much bigger than me. I know I’m not as big as male Yautjas but fuck. I just want to be between those gorgeous legs of yours and leave every ounce of my cum inside of you.” The images were flashing between your eyelids with each blink. “I wanna see when it takes. I wanna see your belly grow, breasts fill with milk. All because of me.”

Once the first word fell from your lips, it came out like a waterfall. All you could do was imagine the way she looked underneath you. One of her legs hoisted on your shoulder, using it like an anchor point with each thrust into her. You bite hard at your lip and squirmed your hips when you felt your cock twitch. The thoughts turning your blood hot with fire and need.

A need for your mate to be heavy with your child.

Is this how male Yautjas feel? Has being on this planet for so long turned your brain into mush? You thought more like a Yautja rather than a human that you are.

It was impossible to deny the growing bulge of your loin cloth. Your blood flowing south.

The purple of Gawtin’s eyes darkened completely. Her hand swiftly switched to your throat and gripped it tightly, fingers touching at your spine. “Is that so?” she rasped out, mandibles twitching wildly. She could feel the way your throat bobbed with a swallow. Her grasp tightened a fraction, but you felt it.

“Yes.”

That came from the heart she holds in her hands. Your heartbeat started to increase. Your jaw slackened to take quicker breaths. She made you react like this. Years together and nothing has changed. You still will ravage her stunning, drop-dead gorgeous body like the first time you saw it. Actually, you probably are harder, rougher on her than the first time. Because, you know what she can take; you know what she likes, what she craves.

Growls from deep within her broad chest vibrated along your skin. Your breath stuttered. The bulge only growing more noticeable. Shit, the things she does to you.

But you wanted to be in control. Let her bask in the pleasure you give her as you breed her.

So, you grasp her wrist and pressed a pressure point on the inside of her wrist. A spot she taught you for protection. Her fingers slip off of your throat. You keep the pressure and use it to pin her arm to the back of the couch.

“And I’m going to do while you take what I give. I’ll do all the hard work. I’ll take care of you.” You were only getting harder, painfully behind the loin cloth that did nothing to hide your arousal. “Rub your ankles, your feet. Draw baths at anytime. I’ll learn to hunt. I’ll learn to be the best mate you could ever ask for. I want to take care of you. You just sit or lie there. I’ll do the rest.” Yet, you didn’t want to do it on the couch. You wanted to worship her body for the temple she is. “Will you let me?”

That there is the final question. If your mate will give up the control she loves so much. The reins she doesn’t mind holding onto, that she really enjoys having.

Now, you looked directly at her, eye level, while straddling her lap. The wrist you held onto twitched but otherwise, she let you have the limb. Even if you weren’t pressing down on the certain spot anymore.

Gawtin continued to look you in the eyes.

Then, she nodded.

Relief flooded you. Alongside lust. “Good.” The hold on her wrist was released onto the grasp her tress and tug on the sensitive organ. “Come. I want to make this moment memorable. I want to know our child was created in the comfort of our bed.”

She had all the power to take control, to push you off, to rip your hand off of her tress. Yet, Gawtin allowed for you to pull her along and follow your eager form into the bedroom. You led her to the bed and gave a small tug on the tress. Gawtin got onto the bed and laid down, legs spread.

Before you climbed on after her, you stopped to admired the sight you cherished every time. She may not be naked, but she was beautiful, nevertheless. You loved her more than she would ever know. That it hurts your heart that much.

You gingerly followed her and knelt between her open, inviting legs. “Look at you, my dear.” Both of your hands went to the inside of her knees and ran down the softer scales on the inside. “I fucking love you so much, love.” Until you reached close to the apex of her thighs. Where she needed you most. Where you needed to be the most. “I can’t wait to see you pregnant with our child. I’ll take such good care of you.”

“There won’t be a thing you’ll want. You’ll have everything.” You skipped over her groin and ran your palms up her stomach until you reached about her midriff. The farthest you could reach without tipping over. One arm was planted at her side while the other continued the path up towards her chest coverings. “I promise with everything I’m made up of.”

The tie on the front was easily undone. Her breasts spilled out from the confines. For Yautjas, their breasts weren’t large unless they were breastfeeding. But fuck, she filled your hands more than enough.

With two fingers, you tweak a nipple. The rise of her chest sputtered. The Yautja’s eyes fluttered lightly and looked at you from under hooded eyes. You leaned down all while making eye contact the whole way and sucked the other nipple into your awaiting mouth.

Soft pressure and licks over the bud had it grow to a peak. Her mandibles tightened over her features. You realized it with a pop and dragged your bottom teeth over the ridge. A gasp tore from her throat that turned into a low whine. Your face scrunched together as you fought off your baser instincts to just ravage her.

That is the one thing that splits you from her species. You will always do foreplay, no matter how horny or pent up either of you are. Her comfort is at the peak of your concerns.

“And the noises you make, my dear.” You switched to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment. Never did your eyes leave hers. “They drive me absolutely crazy. That I know I do those things to you. I drive you wild with my touches. Now with the knowledge of what my intent is.” Your bottom teeth crazed over the bud as well.

Both tips were wettened. You puckered your lips and lightly blew cool air over each one. Gawtin’s claws dug into the sheets. Her thighs clenched around your waist and trapped you to her. You had sat up on your knees and used all of your strength to open up her legs.

“Nuh-uh. You don’t get to hide away from me.” The tips of your nails ran down from the underside of her breast until her hips. The loose piece of fabric that hangs on the front was brushed away. You leaned down, unfortunately breaking eye contact.

Only one piece of clothing blocked you from seeing her fully. The fabric was damp. Her arousal was thick in the air, being this close to her. It made you dizzy with need. You were swift to pull the clothing off of her and tossing it somewhere in the room. Then, you slowed back down when you finally reach the prize.

Moss green blending into pink folds slickened with arousal. You couldn’t help you reaching down and adjusting yourself in your pants. The ache was growing to a point of pain. You had to distract yourself before the line made you different from Yautjas blurred.

One of her hands slipped down to rest at the edge of her belly. Her fingers twitched towards you, desperate for control. You lifted up your head and gave a stern look at her. The Yautja whined with a huff and let her hand slip back down onto the bed. “Good girl,” you praised then lowered yourself back down to the prize at hand.

You forced yourself to got at a slow approach and tentatively lick a stripe along her three clitorises’. They formed triangle at the apex of her sex. All of them could grow nearly four inches long. Once you reached the top one, you wrapped your mouth around it and sucked.

Gawtin’s back rises off of the bed with a keen that pierced the air. Your arms hooked around her thighs and pulled yourself as close as possible to her. The smell, the taste of her had you dazed, feeling only a need for her. She was going to be the mother of your child. The two of you. You couldn’t help you grinding your hips down on a fur blanket. The friction could be felt along your leaking, clothed shaft.

“I know, baby. I know. I’m gonna make you feel so good,” you cooed to her after pulling off. The nub hardening and growing longer. You licked a stripe between her ribbed folds, trying to hit all the small lumps. Bumps that all gave her pleasure. “Fuck, you taste so good.” You pressed your face hard into her sex and dug your tongue as deep as possible.

The taste of her exploded on your tongue with each lick. You whined when no more greeted your tastebuds. You were forced to peel off of her and sit up.

A heat of passion throbbed in your groin. Your hands scrambled to take off the cloth, nearly ripping the fabric off. “I-I can’t take it. I need you, love. Fuck, I’m only human. I can’t fucking take it!” You had broken. It was impossible to resist her. You could never say no to her. Not when she tastes so good, feels like heaven, and sounds like a siren’s call.

When your pants were removed, you cock slapped against your stomach. The tip flushed with blood and dribbling pre-cum. You shuffled on your knees as close as possible to her and lined it up. One look into her eyes was all you needs. The entire length was thrusted into her. Your hips slapping against her hips with an obscene noise.

Pants quickened your breath. Your hands instantly went to her hips and gripped the flesh tightly. “Fuck me. Goddamnit. You… god, you feel so good.” A second was barely given to the green Yautja as you pulled your hips back and thrusted forward again. “I’m going to breed you, love. I’m gonna fill you up with my seed over and over again. I don’t care how long it takes. I want you fucking pregnant!”

Thoughts you’ve been holding onto for so long exploded to the surface. These ideas long buried and hidden. But today, today was the day they were exposed for her ears to hear.

Your hips jackhammered into her, angling them just at the right point for your tip strike a spot deep in her. “You’re mine, Gawtin. Mine only. I-I’ll show everyone. I’ll show your asshole mom you’re my mate!” Everything about her you wanted to have. You had her heart the same way she has yours. You would kill anyone for trying to take her away from you. She’s yours.

The way she squeezed you, the tightness of her muscles made you see stars. Both of your hands stayed on her hips, needing purchase for how forceful your thrusts were. Your eyes were clenched shut, deep in focus. All the thoughts were running wild, claws to the surface. Each one pouring from your lips as if you were drunken.

Maybe you were. Drunken on the feel of how tight she throbbed around you. Drunken on the juices that coated your tastebuds. Drunken on the noises she makes for you when you are pounding away at her. A feeling you’ve never have nor will get used to.

Underneath you, Gawtin keened but never took her eyes off of you. They were heavily hooded over, the purple of them made them look black. You gritted your teeth. One of your hands leaves her hip to find the three clits at the apex of her sex. Your thumb finds the biggest of them and starts to rub over him. She responded by arching her back off of the bed and gripped the sheets.

“Good, good girl. I love my good girl,” you growled and made your thrusts even harder, trying to get as deep as possible in her. Dull nails dug into her hip, using it as an anchor point for yourself. “Shit, baby. You… I’m going to fill you. Okay? You want that?”

The warmth in the pit of your stomach was growing more and more. It drove you wild. Any cognitive thought was thrown out of the window. You leaned down further, curling your spine.

Gawtin rapidly nodded her head, eyes finding yours in the heat of the moment. “Good.” Your thumb pressed down hard and alit a sharp cry from the beautiful woman. Her walls clamped down hard around your throbbing length moving in and out of her. You gasped sharply, eyes flying open. Both hands were on her hips now as you shoved yourself as deep as possible.

The band in you snapped. Spurt after spurt of thick cum painting her insides. You growled, hips jerking after each new pulse of her muscles. “Mine. My woman. My mate.” You filled her as humanly possible, marking her all over again, hoping for the seed to take this time. Just the thought of her pregnant again had you shuddering in.

You unstick your nails from her hips and placed them on either side of her. Gawtin’s eyes gazed at you softly from underneath her hooded eyelids. You couldn’t help the smile that followed afterwards. “I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again: I love you, Gawtin. So much.”

She growled deep from her chest. In a flash, the two of switch positions, faster than you could’ve realized. You yelped and stared wide-eyed up at her, jaw slightly slackened. When you attempted to squirm from underneath her, she placed a massive palm on your chest. Only a fraction of her weight was needed to keep you in place. Your cock had slipped out of her, coated in both of your combined essences.

Then, the giant leaned down and nuzzled into the crook of your neck. That same place where she marked you all those years ago.

“And I will always give you my heart, bare my soul, and protect you with everything I have, little one.” Despite your softening cock, blood swarmed south in your body all over again. There was something about her that drove you absolutely wild.

You grinned up at her. “Then, let’s make sure my seed takes, love.” Her gaze darkened all over again. She grasped your hardening cock and lined it up. Without breaking eye contact, the moss green Yautja sunk all the way down to the hilt.

Human or not, you gave it your all to fulfill both of your wishes.

#yautja #predator #yautja x reader #yautja x you #alien vs predator #predator x reader #yautja x human #predator x you #predator x human #x reader

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spookitordukeit · 2 months ago

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Okie dokie!!! This is a rough image of the house layout in Dykwyk?

I have redrawn this 5 times. I have spent 164 hours into this. I can’t keep looking at this thing thing, please take it from me—

This isn’t a one-to-one scale by any means, and some rooms might be smaller or larger then they are in this layout— I’ve never made a layout before but I tried my best ;^; some things may be subject to change, but this is generally what I’m going off of when I write.

A Helpful Key:

Red lines are doors, double red lines are double doors.

Purple lines are hidden doors.

Yellow lines are hidden passages.

Ground floor:

It contains four bedrooms, a kitchen, scullery room, butlers pantry, a garage/workshop, a parlor room, four bathrooms, a laundry room, dining room, mud room, conference room, sun room, and a library.

This floor is more for show then to actually be properly used. It’s where you entertain guests and show off your wealth. Even the kitchen is more show then actually used, as most of the cooking is done in the scullery by employees. Generally at Kristen’s request.

There’s many places to access the secret passageways on this floor, and Harper uses them regularly to hide away or sneak around the house. They were her favorite place as a child.

Bedroom one and two have a connected panic room hidden behind secret doors. They used a be two children’s rooms when the house was built, but now function as a hide away or extra storage.

A spiraled staircase in the library leads down to the lower level of the library, and brings you down to the basement.

The butlers pantry has a hidden servants door that leads to the main cellar in the basement.

The back door leads to the gardens.

Upstairs/second floor:

It has six bedrooms, including two master bedrooms. Master Bedroom 1 belongs to Kristen.

Besides that, it has a lounge, a kitchen, a dining room and bar space, an office, a laundry room, and three bathrooms.

This is considered the main ‘living’ floor. The stairs up require magic confirmation from the security system, or specific permissions imputed for guests. It’s a far less formal, and more intimate space. Still spectacular, but more like a home then a showroom.

The lounge hosts an array of electronics and general livingroom items, along with a needlessly large flat screen for optimal viewing.

The two master bedrooms have a connecting secret passageway that has access to the office and the dimming room.

Attic/Harper’s room:

It contains a bathroom, a walk-in-closet, a laundry shoot, a hidden panic room, a small living area, a sun/cat room, and of course, Harper’s bed.

This space was converted specifically for her as a child, so there’s many things catered to Harper’s taste. Such as a dedicated cat room and a panic room with access to the hidden passages.

The SPE stands for Secret Passage Entry. The black and white void across from it is a perma-portal Harper had installed for Tortellini. The gray box next to the tv is a mini fridge.

Basement:

It contains three bedrooms, two bathrooms, the second floor to the library with direct connection with the study, a gym room, an art room, a home theater, a small kitchen, a wine and food cellar, a panty, fridge, and freezer room, an open space game are, the main laundry room with connections to all the laundry-shoots throughout the house, a large panic room, a storage room, and a utility room.

This is the den of the home. It’s cozy, with warm lighting and soft carpet floors. The walls are lined with rich woods, and the whole space oozes with comfort.

It was the servants quarters when it was originally built, but has long since been converted.

The panic room on this floor is connected to every secret passageway in the house.

Now onto the outside!

This is the grounds layout

The main fixture is, of course, Harper’s home. Beyond that, the building labeled S.S stands for Sulfur’s Security.

As head of security, Sulfur opts to reside right at the entrance of the grounds. He’s in charge of everything from watching the cameras, to operating the front gate. Beside his home is a small shed and utilities like condenser units. (The AC machine.)

Further up is the Garage. Self explanatory. Holds more than 20+ cars for when hosting events. Mainly used for employee parking.

Just above that are two Guest Houses labeled G.H. Outside is a shed and utilities. The smaller guest house is occupied by the head gardener and their family.

The square simply labeled G is the gazebo, located just within the edge of the garden.

The large structure in the back labeled H.H is Helper Housing. They are fairly sized condo-like homes that the people employed by Harper live in along with their families. It’s a pretty sweet deal.

The big, somewhat circular shapes behind the guest houses and the main house are the gardens.

And a rough idea of Sulfur’s home:

The red outline is a bunker that can only be accessed by getting into the secret entrance, and then traveling down the hidden elevator. Because Sulfur is a paranoid freak. The SPE room leads to the underground tunnels that cover a majority of the grounds, including the main manor.

The above floor is mostly just a decoy, as being the first building people come across when approaching the grounds, could be subject to attacks.

The weird zigzags on the main floor is because once again, Sulfur is a freak from a horror verse where he essentially played the role of Horror Sans. He likes his traps :)

He has access to tons of sensitive information, and the entire upper floor is rigged to, at the very least, put anyone unauthorized into mild-to-major peril.

Because Sulfur is a Grillby, and because he suffered severe damage in his original AU, he has to manually heat his core. Thus the ‘heat room’. It’s basically a broiler room on steroids, and it would probably kill a human if they needed up caught in there.

Okay okay, I’m done yapping now. I need to go to bed anyway because I’ve got the Night Shift and I haven’t slept yet— *sobs*

Lemme know if you have any questions or is anything was confusing! I’m always happy go elaborate and yap more!

Also, any suggestions about what skele should go where??? The only one I’ve really settled on is putting Grim in room 11, and Maybe putting Edge in master bedroom 2, because he’s vain like that.

#rabid rambles #aughhh #I’m so eepy #I’ll reply to any questions when I get off work I prommy #dykwyk?#undertale #sans #papyrus #utmv #layout

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devondespresso · 10 months ago

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Wiggly Worm Wednesday!! 🧠🪱

tagged by @little-annie this Wednesday, @pearynice and @hotluncheddie last time, @queenie-ofthe-void (and hotluncheddie again💕) the time before, and @carolperkinsexgirlfriend the time before that. Thank you guys so much for tagging me even when i can't get to it right away 💖💗💝

Lately I've been kinda swamped with fic commitments and rushing stuff last-minute (my own fault ofc 😅) writing mostly romance, so now im just itching to go back to my platonic stuff! nothing against romance, im enjoying writing it for sure, but god i can't wait to work on my Steve Henderson au again

for now tho the probably-never-to-be-written worms are about Steve bunking with the Buckleys post s4. maybe his parents just never came home, maybe they were there and had a big blowup argument with Steve about leaving, but they're not around now and Robins not about to let Mr Walking-Sepsis-Risk live alone for the apocalypse

in my head i imagine the buckleys house is kinda like max's before s4, a smaller 1-story but cozy, and no guest room so Steve stays in Robin's room.

her parents let them but they're definitely a little wary and a little lost but at least a little used to it, both thanking whatever power they believe in that no matter how freakishly clingy they are now, its still world's better than the violently freakishly clingy stobin was right after starcourt, when both of them looked to be hanging on by a thread and that thread was each other.

so they're like. chill. they plow through an awkward conversation about how bad an idea it would be to be up to something right now with steves injuries and robin sees herself out like halfway through, piling all the old stuffed animal onto her bed and keeping them there for the next week to avoid thinking about it. And Steve, abandoned by his partner in crime, stumbles through his own awkward explanation along the lines of 'you don't have to worry about that, i promise' before joining Robin in her embarrassed cringing-party, featuring notable guests such as Mr. Cat, Doodles, and Floppsy Bunny.

Not much of a plot in my head really, I'm just enjoying all the vague ideas floating around this premise. theres lots of details about Steve and his wounds, like wearing button downs that are easier to put on than pull-overs, Mr. Buckley letting him borrow some when Steve only finds a couple (or when he packs his normal clothes not realizing how miserable itd be to take them on and off constantly to check how things are healing).

Also Steve helping around the house and the Buckley's getting to know him better and not just the Polite Steve that they usually see because Steve couldn't risk his best friends parents not liking him (and because usually robin would go to his house, its a lot easier to sneak out than it is to smuggle someone in, especially with freaky upside down nightmares). Maybe Steve gets to actually joke around with Robin's dad, talk real shit with her mom (maybe about the future, hippie mom offering a different perspective on what life can be, how you can figure things out, just try things even if you don't have a perfect plan)

Steve finding safety not just with Robin, but with Robins family. the four of them growing this sweet relationship, not like a second child for the buckleys but more like a second home for Steve. stobin are firmly strange best friends to me (as opposed to siblings), and i like the dynamic of steve and robin's parents as 'my kids best friend' type stuff, not cause there's any less love but more like they're not trying to replace Steve's parents, they just end up filling in the gaps.

oki tagging presumably for next time (tho if you guys wanna do it late anyway you go for it, time isn't real wahoo): @marvel-ous-m @momotonescreaming @puppy-steve @lightoftheseraph @lingeringmirth

@writing-kiki @eriquin @scriptorbemi @sourw0lfs @soaringornithopter

@solarmorrigan @eddiethebrave @steddiecameraroll @imfinereallyy @yabakuboi

@kikidoesfanfic @tinytalkingtina @hairstevington @stellarspecter @sunflowerharrington

#stranger things #platonic stobin #tag game #devon thinks sometimes #wiggly wednesday #brain worms

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lord-of-the-ducks · 2 years ago

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Ok so I already made a brief post about the scene about halfway through s5e5 between Guillermo and his mother, and I tacked on an edit about potentially expanding my thoughts into a full length post, but I’m gonna be honest, when I wrote that I did so with the expectation that it would be yet another thing that I would say that I’m totally gonna do without ever getting around to it. Now it’s barely an hour later and I still can’t get it out of my fucking head and so I need to speak my thoughts into the void in hopes of getting validation from strangers on the internet.

I’m gonna put this all below the cut, both because of potential spoilers and some sensitive topics like religious trauma and queerphobia, but also because I know this is going to be long and I don’t want to clog up people’s dashboards.

Okie dokie let’s get into it

I was vague on purpose about The Scene I would be discussing above just in case anyone who hadn’t seen the episode accidentally stumbled on this, but just to clarify, I’m specifically referencing the scene after Guillermo’s family has left and it’s just him and his mom. I hesitate to say that it’s the most emotionally heart wrenching scene in the entire series, but it’s in the top 5 at the very least.

However, I just want to laser focus in on the moment where Sylvia puts the crucifix around Guillermo’s neck. Right after she notices it missing from Guillermo’s neck, she immediately goes to give him another one, because he “needs” it. I wanted to point out that phrase in particular, because it’s not that she would feel better if he wore it, it’s entirely for Guillermo’s benefit.

This reminds me of a particular quote from Dracula, where it’s really beginning to set in that Jonathan is a prisoner, and he thinks back to one of the villagers who gave him a crucifix:

“Bless that good, good woman who hung the crucifix round my neck! for it is a comfort and a strength to me whenever I touch it. It is odd that a thing which I have been taught to regard with disfavour and as idolatrous should in a time of loneliness and trouble be of help. Is it that there is something in the essence of the thing itself, or that it is a medium, a tangible help, in conveying memories of sympathy and comfort?”

I bring this up because in the scene between Sylvia and Guillermo, the crucifix serves less as a Christian symbol, and more as a demonstration of Sylvia’s love for her son. It’s even stated that it used to belong to Guillermo’s grandmother, giving it even more of an explicit connection to familial bonds. Hell, even in Dracula, Jonathan is told to wear the crucifix for his mother’s sake. I didn’t really need to quote Dracula to make this point, but I’m gonna be honest, I thought it was pretty cool how in both of these instances, any specific powers a crucifix might have aren’t ascribed to a divine being, but a more motherly power.

And all of that would be nice and cool, but unfortunately, What We Do In the Shadows has gone with the specific brand of lore where crucifixes are a vampire weakness, meaning that this symbol of motherly love is actually harmful for him. Watching the scene where Sylvia puts it around Guillermo’s neck, I honestly got chills, because you know that Sylvia is doing it for entirely altruistic reasons. However, the way the scene was shot combined with Guillermo’s reaction were a lot more brutal, and I just remember thinking how much it looked like he was being strangled. And then once it’s on his neck, they both turn to look in the mirror, and Sylvia is lovingly rubbing Guillermo’s back, and Guillermo is trying to smile even though he’s very visibly in pain.

Like I said in my original post, I do kinda wish we got badass dhampir!Guillermo who is immune to crucifixes and other vampire repellents, and I actually thought that the moment Sylvia put the crucifix around Guillermo’s neck would be the moment that this superpower would be revealed to Guillermo and the audience. I’m gonna be honest though, I cannot imagine a better way to visualize the idea of genuinely believing that you are helping someone, when in actuality you’re hurting them.

Here’s the part where you can stop reading if you’d like, because we’re about to enter the territory of “Red starts projecting their own issues onto Guillermo and calling it media analysis”, aka, “the part that is way too long”. I considered making all of this it’s own post, but it felt relevant to the ideas expressed in the scene I just discussed, and also I kinda just don’t feel like it. I hope other people can relate, but it’s purely my subjective feelings, and I’m not gonna pretend that this is universal. And if you’re someone who knows me in real life and you already made it this far uh... you are allowed to keep reading, but if you say anything about this to me in conversation I will actually die of embarrassment.

I found myself wondering a bit about what the crucifix scene was specifically a metaphor for, since Guillermo has already come out of the closet in season 4 (and also admitting that he wants to be a vampire), and his family loved him unconditionally. This is arguably a bit silly on my part, since the entire point of that kind of metaphor is that it doesn’t have to mean anything specific, it can represent a lot of things to a lot of people.

Which is why I’m gonna spend the rest of this post talking about how I think Guillermo’s vampire transformation is a metaphor for transgenderism because nobody can stop me.

I am not the first person to read Guillermo as a trans adjacent character, and people who are way smarter than me have made some fantastic posts about why he might be particularly relatable to a trans audience. I never particularly related to Guillermo for that reason (actually that’s a big fat lie I absolutely related to Guillermo because of my own angst about being in the closet) and I never thought of Guillermo as a trans character or a trans allegory until the start of the season 5, when I drew a connection between Guillermo going through Changes that would hopefully bring him closer to his ideal form and the fact that I personally just started taking HRT in early June. I never really had a reason to make any posts about it, since most of the connections I was making were pretty flimsy, and it was hard to make any actual arguments besides “it’s my comfort show and I get to choose the coping mechanisms”.

Then episode 5 came in with the steel chair.

My body is changing. A lot of it is barely noticeable, but it’s happening, and I know from hours of research that it’s going to be a lot more difficult to hide as a go along. And as dramatic as it might seem, I’m beginning to ask myself if there are people who I might never speak to again as a result. For the most part, I live my day to day life as Red, but there are people who still know me by my dead name because I purposely haven’t given them any reason to believe otherwise. Sometimes I feel like I’m being unfair by never allowing people to make up their own mind about my transition, but it’s terrifying to imagine how drastically people’s opinion of me might change if they knew The Truth about me.

Which is why Guillermo’s interactions with his family hit really close to home, because it’s clear that he loves them and they love him. But he’s turning into a vampire, and they’re vampire hunters. And it’s only a matter of time before that causes some serious problems. It’s entirely possible that he could tell them that he’s a vampire and it goes as well as when he came out the first time, but when the worst case scenario is having a stake driven through your heart, sometimes it’s better to just disappear, and leave them with memories of the person they thought they knew.

The crucifix scene in particular struck a cord with me, because so much of the time, people have done things that hurt me, and they have absolutely no idea how much they’re hurting me, because I don’t want to know how much they’re hurting me. Part of it is because I’ve convinced myself that any suffering I experience is worth it if I’m the only one suffering, but another part is that the only thing that scares me more than the pain is that if I tell them how much it hurts, they’ll do it anyway.

Letting go is hard though. Something I didn’t notice the first time I watched the crucifix scene is that after Guillermo leaves the apartment, Sylvia makes a comment to Miguel about how it’s the third time this month that he’s come to make that grand goodbye, and how he’ll probably be back again next week. I don’t really have anything to add to that to be honest, Guillermo loves his mom and will always love his mom and you just know that he’s gonna come up with any excuse to see her “just one last time”.

OK ANGST OVER. Wow, I honestly didn’t know I was about to get that depressing but that’s what happened so... I hope y’all enjoyed, and maybe it’s time to explain what tumblr is to my therapist

#wwdits #wwdits spoilers #what we do in the shadows spoilers #wwdits s5 #guillermo de la cruz

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cl4ss1ba33 · 2 years ago

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CAN ANYONE GIVE ME SOME GUIDANCE ON THE VOID? I think I entered it but I didn't receive my manifestations

so i found out about the void 10 days ago, and much like your journey I found that meditating was harder for me. It didn't matter to me, because I was going to keep persisting anyways since we are the gods of our realities. Around four days ago though, I discovered that we could go into the void through lucid dreaming. I was delighted, because I used to lucid dream everyday(not anymore, but i pretended i still did so i could get back back into it faster). Today I finally entered the void!!! but... I didn't wake up with my desires manifested (I wanted to wake up in my desired room and a lot of other things). I wholeheartedly believe in the void and when I woke up I was shocked ngl cuz I truly believed it would work, and I still do. I am still going to persist because I truly believe it would work, so I wanted your opinion on why you think it didn't work and what I should do next time. Here's what I did: I simply affirmed for four days that I always lucid dream and get into the void easily. I had already created my void list and I also created a void board on pinterest. For the first two days of trying lucid dreaming, I didn't lucid dream but I kept persisting because I knew I would make it. On the third day, I lucid dreamt but I didn't go into the void because I was busy trying not to get killed 💀(ik i should've just made them vanish or sum). Today was the fourth day, and I made it. So I was doing something in a pink room, and suddenly I remembered I was dreaming. It just hit me and I was like LETS GOOO. So then I made a door appear. It was the same door I've been visualizing except there was no knob. I opened the door anyway and I could see the other side of the room. So i thought, maybe I have to affirm this door will be the portal to the void but before I could do that my brother appeared out of nowhere and put a purple knob on the door (I visualized a pink knob, but I was happy so i didn't care). When I opened the door I could see the void, it was black (I visualized a pink void but again I was oki with it just happy I made it, although I always knew I would make it). I didn't affirm it would lead me to the void so not sure if that's the reason the things didn't manifest, but it felt like the void. I felt like I didn't have a body and there was nothing. It was so peaceful. After that I didn't affirm "i am pure consciousness" or "i am in the void" because I thought I was already in the void.

I started affirming right away, "I have everything on void list, void board, and more" "I woke up with everything on my void list, void board, and more" "I shifted to a reality where I have everything on my void list, void board, and more" "I have everything I want and more" (do you think these affirmations were confusing or were they good?) Once I felt like it was enough, I stopped and I was like alright I'll go to sleep now LMAOO. Then I exited the void and I had a wierd dream where people came out of my current room and were like "yeah we lied to you the void isn't real." and I was like wtf who are these negative people trynna put their negative beliefs on me. so I woke myself up cuz I wasn't abt to put up with them 🙄. When I woke up I was shocked, because I really believed that I would wake up in my desired reality with all of the thing on my list and board. After that I started analyzing things and tbh I don't know why it didn't work because I believe with my whole heart and soul. Maybe my subconscious or sum didn't? Please guide me and give me your advice, I would really appreciate 🫶. either way, Imma keep going for right now and try tweaking things a bit and see if that works. I won't give up !!! (btw sorry for this super long post 😭)

#void #void state #void success #void success stories #void success story

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bee630 · 2 years ago

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Loki spoilers for season 2 ep 5

You’ve been warned

These are my reactions scene by scene so there are spoilers and it’s long

Explosion

Omg, it’s the title card

And it exploded, fitting

THE TEAR

Where is everyone

Everything is so…normal

Did he time slip again?

Did time reset or something?

He’s time slipping again 😭

It looks so painful

Was that Loki in the past or future?

Future got it

WTF IS THAT

hello

It’s so spaghettifying

Music is off

Loki

oki

o i

Is that Casey?

So it is Casey

Hey Loki

Omg, she’s a doctor

I love her

HES IN JETSKI

It’s not in the water but OMG

OB!!

I feel so bad for him

It looks like the TVA😭

I will say it once and I will say it again, I love Lokis voice

OB is like me when meeting a fictional character

“I’m doomed” I don’t know why I found that so funny

Why does it make sense

If he says sylvie I will cry

Ok, so he said the TVA, what does that mean

Wtf is that Loki

When you’re a god but you don’t know how to go through time

He looks so dumb wtf

He’s so tall compared to OB its funny

No this is not making sense

My mind is hurting

So Timley gave the information to OB to write the

NOOO

He has a family 😭

You can’t do this to me

He does he do that?

Why do you fix your hair?

Is this because he’s your husband?

He has kids!? No, I will not accept this

Ac-7572

Don’t sell the jetski

I can’t do this

I don’t want to do this

Oh, hey OB

How did he find them?

I love them😭

And the “friend” ruined it

I love hearing Loki talk

And you do a great job at that

But now I don’t want him to leave them

I love angst but I really wanted his life to suck

What was his bake on this time line?

How are they finding them so easily?

Why does it sound like he’s recruiting avengers?

He looks so cool stepping through the time door

Time avangers, assemble

Love my mind sometimes

So we got the scientist, medic, comic relief, bff and the main character

Did he just say his name is Don?

Not sylvie

Please not sylvie

You have to be kidding me

They forgot the love interest, who is literally just another version of Loki

My confusion 📈

Zaniac!

So everything got reset?

She doesn’t, she really doesn’t

Loki is doing this for Mobius and is asking someone who doesn’t care for help

He wants his friends 😭

He wants his boyfriend

He doesn’t want to be alone 😭

You can’t do this to me

You can have a life with me Loki

Forget I said that

Don’t say that 😭

I can’t do this

The sun will shine on them again if he goes back to Thor

But mobius, his friends

But Thor

I’m so conflicted

My GO mind can’t take the record shop

Why does she look like that

What’s going on with the coffee

Why does this feel like the end?

Wait, is it the end?

Oh, it isn’t

Not the void of spaghetti

He was so sad but now he’s not and I love that

By Casey, I didn’t like that version anyway

OB NOO

NOOO MOBIUS

NOO

Bye sylvie

No, LOKI!

Loki don’t leave me

Please

Don’t go

Don’t turn into my favorite pasta

Tf just happened

Oh, time slipping

But he’s breaking the rules

Say it’s about who

I FUCKING CALLED IT

he’s now literally a god

And wtf was that

HE WENT BACK

Ok, time to read

#mcu loki #loki marvel #marvel loki #loki season 2 #loki show #loki series #loki spoilers #loki odinson #lokius #loki #loki laufeyson #loki x mobius #anti sylvie #anti sylki

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barn-dawg · 6 months ago

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okie I made a post re: making a list of music I enjoyed this year so here it is because @rotmaxx and @m1stth3c4t were nice enough to say yes to that so the rest of you have to suffer

going to limit it to music released in 2024, everything is under readmore bc it's going to be link and word salad hell - this is in no particular order

got into screamo this year thanks to a brooklynvegan article covering their favourite screamo albums that had come out in 2024 at the time of the article's writing - I listened to everything At Least Once but two albums were on repeat for me

One of those was Frail Body's Artificial Boquet which is blistering front to back, starting with the blistering Scaffolding and never relenting in its 40 min runtime. It does have some more quiet moments (though they are still pretty crushing), which are an appreciated break from some of the tightest playing I've ever heard since Deafheaven's Sunbather.

The next was Respire's Hiraeth, a slower but more complex album with orchestal sections and quite a few medleys. They're self-described as "post-everything" on their spotify, which I can see since they remind me a lot of Godspeed! You Black Emperor. I appreciate that Respire isn't afraid to slow things down and just let you breathe for a minute - a lot more so than the Frail Body album. My favourite off the album has to be Home of Ash.

Another screamo album I was anticipating was Touché Amoré's Spiral In A Straight Line, an excellent addition to the screamo/post-hardocre band's discography filled almost front to back with bangers (save for Force of Habit, which is a dud imo), the opening track, Nobody's, feels like a song tailor-made to be screamed back to Jeremy Bolm at the beginning of every show the band will do for the rest of their career - I highly recommend this album if you want to get into the band.

In a similar vein, Agriculture released an EP this year called Living Is Easy. They're a breath of fresh air in the black metal scene, their music being far more hopeful and optimistic than their contemporaries. Agriculture is screaming in defiance of the void rather than embracing it, I think the title track shows that off really well.

There was also Bongripper's Empty. Extremely heavy stoner metal following in the footsteps of Sleep's Dopesmoker, a great instrumental album that would probably scare me a little bit if I got high to it.

For something even more oppressive, check out Civerous' Maze Envy if you want to be crushed to death by audio It speaks for itself really.

There was also Chat Pile's Cool World, imo it's a far groover, less uncomfortable experience compared to their previous album God's Country though arguably equally as crushing. My favourite off this album has to be Masc, an uncomfortable look into how toxic masculinity affects the relationship between a man and his partner and how the simple fact that he has needs as a human negatively impacts his self perception.

Taking a sudden left turn into hip-hop because a lot of good fucking rap albums came out this year!

Starting off strong with Doechii's mixtape Alligator Bites Never Heal, easily the most varied piece to release this year, Doechii flexes her muscles by hopping from sub-genre to sub-genre and does it really fucking well from back to front, and keeps doing it with jazz renditions of songs off that album - Doechii is definitely one to watch, I'm really excited to see what else she comes out with. My personal favourite off her mixtape is NISSAN ULTIMA.

Doechii also featured on a song on Tyler The Creator's new album, Chromakopia, which was announced without warning around the 21st of October before releasing a week later. Tyler has had an amazing run since Flower Boy and shows no signs of stopping. This album, to me, feels like a mix of Igor and Call Me If You Get Lost in terms of aesthetics and sound. Chromakopia has an explosive opening in St. Chroma, and goes on to explore Tyler's thoughts on aging and different aspects of sexual and romantic relationships, includin polyamory and a pregancy scare, it's an easy recommend from me.

Speaking of surprise releases, Kendrick Lamar silently released GNX on the 22nd of November. It's very different from his prior releases, not having an overarching story or idea, though that doesn't mean it's any less deserving of appreciation as a piece of art. GNX is a love letter to west-coast rap and RnB. The opening Wacced Out Murals, to me, feels like a manifesto for Kendrick's jaded view of the rap game and its current state - it managed to get responses from both Lil Wayne and Nas (who had opposite reactions). I think, overall, GNX is Kendrick is showing that he's capable of stooping down to the level of his peers and outdoing all of them (as if this year's beef didn't show that already).

Changing gears, we also have The Thief Next to Jesus by Ka - the final album released before his passing earlier this year. A lo-fi rap album with a heavy emphasis on religion.

There was also Memoirs In Armour by Navy Blue, a very mood rap album with an amazing mix on the piano seen in the opening of Take Heed.

VEENA by Heems was another album to release album, instrumetally I thought it was fantastic though it can be spiritual lyrical individual bar-wise, however I think it's well worth checking out. The album art is also very nice.

Another album with fantastic instrumentals to release this year was I Lay Down My Life For You by JPEGMAFIA, definitely the most unique release of this year. Peggy shows it's entirely possible to do a rap-rock fusion and do it very very good. It's intense from beginning to end and I really hope JPEGMAFIA continues making music in this style. Just linking the whole thing because asking me what my favourite song isoff of this album is like asking me what my favourite oxygen molecule I've breathed in recently is.

Capping things off, we also had Killer Mike release Michael & The Mighty Midnight Revival, Songs For Sinners And Saints . This is a direct follow up to last year's MICHAEL, bringing back the gospel choir that did a lot to elevate that album. KM&TMMR is, to me, an elaboration and build-up of the musical ideas presented on MICHAEL, I'm pretty confused by SLUMMER 4 JUNKIES because a huge portion of that track is just SLUMMER from MICHAEL which I just don't understand personally.

Kneecap has a pretty intense year, releasing both a movie and an album, Fine Art, which lives up to its name. Fine Art is almost a concept album, covering the West Blefast trio's night out in the pub, doing drugs and avoidng the dealers they owe money to, and going to raves. The album has beats making use of traditional irish folk music, the gaeilge language, with adoration of club bangers that shine on songs like I'm Flush. They also hate british colonialism, and as a Fenian cunt I respect that to put it mildly.

The hatred of The UK contiunes because Bob Vylan, a grime/punk duo released Humble As The Sun which comes out swinging on the title track, advocating for a united Ireland and railing against the exploitation of black men for white profit within the music industry. Humble As The Sun is a staunch refusal to be submissive in the face of british systemic racism and austerity while celebrating black art.

While I've enjoyed rap for years, this year in particular I really branched out and found new artists to keep an eye on. My usual wheelhouse is punk, which also had a pretty profilic year for releases.

This is especially true for Fucked Up, who released three seperate albums within a pretty short time of each other - all of which had been written and recorded within 24 hours (one of them livestreamed too), those albums are Another Day, Who's The Time & A Half, and Someday. Who's Got The Time was only available for 24 hours on bandcamp, so I won't cover that one.

Another Day is Fucked Up's shortest album to date, clocking in at 37 minutes, and is the sequel album to 2023's One Day and it's definitely audible. It very much sounds like they immediately stopped recording One day and immedately went into Another Day. It's not as synth-forward as One day is, the synths take a backseat - however they still make songs like Stimming.

Someday, in constrast, is the most unique of the trilogy, most of the songs make use of aso many features that Damian Abraham's signature bark is a rarity on the record and none of the songs are what you would expect from a punk album, songs such as I Took My Mom To Sleep straying pretty far from the genre. The album mainly focuses on the hostility of Canada towards migrants and is incredibly blunt with its messaging, something I always appreciate from hardcore bands. Off of Somneday, Feed Me Your Feathers has been on repeat for me with its infectous melody.

Drug Chruch also released PRUDE, I don't have tons to say about it - for me, it's a continuation of their ideas from 2022's Hygiene which I enjoyed quite a bit.

Kill Lincoln released their No Normal, a ska-punk rager and follow up to 2020's Can't Complain. It's tighter, higher energy, everyone brings their A-game, it's fun - No Normal is everything ska-punk should be. The opener I'm Fine (I Lied) being a great example of this - if they ever put out a modern Tony Hawk's Pro Skater I expect Kill Lincoln on that soundtrack.

This last section is for albums I listened to that are in their own genre.

Starting with the metalcore heavy-hitter for this year, Knocked Loose's You Won't Go Before You're Supposed To, an album that feels like being punched in the face for 27 minutes straight. This album is unrelenting, vocally and instrumentally punishing from beginning to end - it's pissed at you for deciding to listen to it and you're going to feel that the entire time. My personal favourite track is Suffocate, which has a feature from Poppy on it.

In a completely opposite vein (mostly) is Mount Eerie's Night Palace! A lo-fi indie album, entirely recorded on analog equiment (just like Phil Elverum's magnum opus, The Glow Pt. 2), the album skips from fuzzier cuts like the title track to groovier cuts like the follow-up Huge Fire, alongside references to the prevoisly mentioned The Glow Pt. 2 and Mount Eerie's devastating A Crow Looked At Me. It's an album about colonisation and our society's deteriorating relationship with nature, Phil Elverum's muse, first and foremost though imo.

After the band went on hiatus, Black Midi's Geordie Greep released The New Sound, an album that pulls from many many different genres, from prog to jazz to latin to rock. It's an excellent display of technique and whatever pervert Greep was embodying in the lyrics.

Foxing released their self titled too, a vast depature from their prvious material that I was familiar with. I'm not even sure what to label it genre-wise, is it screamo? At some points, sure. Industrial? potentially! Regardless, it is easily their best worth without a doubt with Secret History and Greyhound being my personal favourites off the album. I'm not sure how you scream like that without fucking up your voice permenantly.

Vampire Weekend also released a new album, Only God Was Above Us, their first since 2019's Father of the Bride, and what an album it is from front to back, this is some of the most unique music I've heard ever, not just from this year. Connect has to be my personal favourite, the piano on this song is just beautiful.

There was also a personal favourite of mine, Trauma Ray's Chameleon. This album is a crushing wall of sound with dreamy vocals, excellent shoegaze that almost feels like that state you're on the cusp of falling into a really deep sleep - it's a suffocating embrace of an album from beingging to end, my personal favourites are Ember and the title track.

There's also Hiatus Kaiyote's Love Heart Cheat Code, an album that's hard to pin down with it bouncing between soul, funk, and psychedelic, it's definitely worth your time with it being beautiful from beginning to end.

A highly anticipated release this year for me was Godspeed! You, Black Emperor's "NO TITLE AS OF 13 FEBURARY 2024, 28,340 DEAD" a direct reference to the death toll of the Gazan genocide, which most likely has doubled since the date mentioned in the title, though we don't know for sure.

This is an instumental album mainly, the only break being the reading of a poem by Michele Fiedler Fuentes on Raindrops Cast In Lead. To me, this album contains multitudes, having moments that are extremely bleak only to be contrasted later by moments of hope. There are highs and lows that alternate, there are green shoots sprouting from grey rubble. There's a lot to be said about this album and what it envokes, but all that there is really worth saying is

NO TITLE AS OF 25 DECEMBER 2024, 45,400 DEAD

#ray.txt #long post #very long post

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preeningpisces · 1 year ago

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Hello! I'm Odi. I draw and write to appease the void in my heart

This is an everything blog! Feel free to follow writing or art tags if you don’t want to see all my mess 💙

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iinkxerror · 7 months ago

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(Oki! I wanna go back to Dislyte to meet my Dislyte ocs :>)

( ok)

Void: he struggles

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nightcorecarseatheadrest · 2 years ago

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follow up to my previous angel! four ask…. please do tell us more about the au too…. if you shant mind…

Ooh okie :) it’s pretty non fleshed out tho.. so I’m open to suggestions for things to add ^_^ the basic story is four is an Angel who somehow ends up on earth and doesn’t really wanna go back to the void so she stays. I’m kind of going for a kawoshin/madohomu vibe with it tbh but that’s all I have. Made as an au to draw cute girls with wings but I do want to make it something more

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so i found out about the void 10 days ago, and I found that meditating was harder for me. It didn't matter to me, because I was going to keep persisting anyways since we are the gods of our realities. Around four days ago though, I discovered that we could go into the void through lucid dreaming. I was delighted, because I used to lucid dream everyday(not anymore, but i pretended i still did so i could get back back into it faster). Today I finally entered the void!!! but... I didn't wake up with my desires manifested (I wanted to wake up in my desired room and a lot of other things). I wholeheartedly believe in the void and when I woke up I was shocked ngl cuz I truly believed it would work, and I still do. I am still going to persist because I truly believe it would work, so I wanted your opinion on why you think it didn't work and what I should do next time. Here's what I did: I simply affirmed for four days that I always lucid dream and get into the void easily. I had already created my void list and I also created a void board on pinterest. For the first two days of trying lucid dreaming, I didn't lucid dream but I kept persisting because I knew I would make it. On the third day, I lucid dreamt but I didn't go into the void because I was busy trying not to get killed 💀(ik i should've just made them vanish or sum). Today was the fourth day, and I made it. So I was doing something in a pink room, and suddenly I remembered I was dreaming. It just hit me and I was like LETS GOOO. So then I made a door appear. It was the same door I've been visualizing except there was no knob. I opened the door anyway and I could see the other side of the room. So i thought, maybe I have to affirm this door will be the portal to the void but before I could do that my brother appeared out of nowhere and put a purple knob on the door (I visualized a pink knob, but I was happy so i didn't care). When I opened the door I could see the void, it was black (I visualized a pink void but again I was oki with it just happy I made it, although I always knew I would make it). I didn't affirm it would lead me to the void so not sure if that's the reason the things didn't manifest, but it felt like the void. I felt like I didn't have a body and there was nothing. It was so peaceful. After that I didn't affirm "i am pure consciousness" or "i am in the void" because I thought I was already in the void.

Once I felt like it was enough, I stopped and I was like alright I'll go to sleep now LMAOO. Then I exited the void and I had a wierd dream where people came out of my current room and were like "yeah we lied to you the void isn't real."

and I was like wtf who are these negative people trynna put their negative beliefs on me. so I woke myself up cuz I wasn't abt to put up with them 🙄. When I woke up I was shocked, because I really believed that I would wake up in my desired reality with all of the thing on my list and board.

After that I started analyzing things and tbh I don't know why it didn't work because I believe with my whole heart and soul. Maybe my subconscious or sum didn't?

Please guide me and give me your advice, I would really appreciate 🫶. either way, Imma keep going for right now and try tweaking things a bit and see if that works. I won't give up !!! (btw sorry for this super long post 😭)

so first of all congrats on getting into the void so quickly! however, i personally do not recommend lucid dreaming to enter the void because based of many success stories i’ve read when you do it that way, it gets kind of confusing. there’s nothing wrong with those affirmations, but i’m pretty sure if you didn’t wake up with everything you wanted, it wasn’t the void. like you said, you didn’t affirm that the door led to the void, so maybe it just felt like the void but it wasn’t? i’m sorry if this doesn’t help, but next time make sure you affirm it leads to the void. 🎀💗

#loa #law of assumption #ask #loassumption #neville goddard

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sweeteacrummble · 1 year ago

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Ayo!

Ayo! It has been a while. I haven't posted any art for a while now (which I will get back to doing soon).

Where have I been

For the short answer:

I have been busy. College, Home, and being a Christian

Now for the long answer:

I am going to break it up into parts while I rant cause it gonna be a minute and there are a few things I need to let off of my chest.

College Update🏫🎓:

I normally don't like sharing how I am busy with other things than art, but now I am at the point where I have a voice and I need to use it for once. Yes, I go to College for a degree in Animation. So most of the time my hiatus is because of College, especially Finals. Yeaaaaaaaah! Overall I have been busy with work. I would love to post my progress but I feel as if it is not my best. Oh well.🫤 After, I will be able to have a break in the middle of May so their some good news there.

Youtube Update📽️📺:

For my YouTube Friends/Viewers out there and newcomers joining the party, breathes THANK YOU! THANK! YOU THANK YOU! SUPER! DUPER! OH SO MUCH FOR SUBSCRIBING TO MY CHANNEL!!! 🤗😍😄😆THANK YOU LORD AND THANK YOU ALL!!! YOU ALL ARE THE BEST! I started with 7 subs and I never thought I could get 50 subscribers. But now 641+ SUBSCRIBERS!!!!! I wanted to make a special video for when I got a 100 but the numbers quickly kept going higher and higher and I was happy and yet overwhelming. I am so grateful to have this opportunity to share goofy goobers stuff with you. 🤗😊👍. Now with the question. Am I still going to do YouTube you haven't really posted any new videos yet? Yeah, I know. But Yes! I am still going to do YouTube. I am working on 2 new videos, so I will have a poll ready for you guys to vote on which one you want to see first. I finished 1 video now I am about 60% done with the 2nd video. Until then you can Vote on which video you want to see first while I do some catch-up.

link to poll: https://www.youtube.com/post/UgkxdoxchkFP1fHQr6LfhVp_z21IbWmKqrBm

Social Media Art Update📲📳:

I will be posting art again BUT I will stop posting in some social media accounts. For those who want to be an artist, I definitely recommend doing 1 website and then expanding if you can. But not just that, if you are a beginner/new artist and you want to know what place to post your art, Firstly I recommend posting on sites where your favorite artists post. Most of the time They have some good pointers on where to go about posting art. Secondly and MOST IMPORTANT, post art in places where you can look it up AND it will show up on Google or Bing. For instance, If you look up Mario fanart on Google and click on images, (I know it's fanart but hear me out), The sites you will see are mostly Twitter, DeviantArt, Pinterest, Reddit and sometimes Tumblr will show up. Others like Artstation too. But not much of Instagram or Facebook. That's odd? The number 1 website for artists, from what people have recommended me, is NOT showing up on Google. Well, not a lot. Why is that? IDK. All I know is that should have been a warning sign that my art wouldn't be shown to the masses in the degree I was looking for. So when I post on Instagram, It does feel like I am posting to an endless void of nothingness. Your Artwork is valuable and should be treated as such so everyone can see it (unless you don't want to).

Here is my tier list of the Social Media I use daily for entertainment and posting as a creator on these platforms.

Update:: okie….. sooooo….. about the Mario fanart thingy. Apparently, Google has been overhearing me rant (literally) and rolling in Instagram and Facebook art on Google images which wasn’t the case before. But at least they are taking measures. But even though Google is allowing Instagram to be more recognized, I'm sorry but THE APP itself still has problems that Google can't fix. (Unless they bought it of course)

Besides YouTube, I can recommend Twitter, DeviantArt, Pinterest, Reddit, and Tumblr, just because you can post without feeling like you have to be a pro artist to be considered good, and you can grow and share with a community. And the best part is if you're an introvert (like me) You can post and worry less. I like to comment when someone comments back to help build confidence for myself but you don't have to if you feel shy. It takes small steps so don't rush yourself or your art. Another thing I would like to add is that if you love making GIF Art, you can do it on all the other platforms except…

Instagram. ��😠😤

A literal sweat job with an inconsistent indiscriminate rate of changes left and right. Make reels, Make stories, Make post, all at once, every day, AND BOTS. Even watching reels about artists struggle just seems unhealthy to me, but Instagram loves this apparently. I mean, yes, we are struggling and there are plenty of underrated artists out there, I know it. But how are we helping them by promoting reels about art struggles and ways to get big on Instagram, instead of exploring new art techniques and trying new things when creating art. It also doesn't help that it is hard for me to refresh my feed from scratch. My bad Instagram for liking 1 Sonic fanart post, I just like 1 okay. I don't mean for you to give me all of them. Sheesh 😤There are just too many negatives of this platform I can't even begin with. Kinda like Twitter but at least Twitter hashtags work "sometimes". It is hard to trust a platform when you have bots swarming to your page and when you think that a live PERSON responded to your post BUT it is a bot recommending you to give them your art for the bot to share it. What kind of place is this? At the time I was trying to figure out where to post my art, I searched on Google, Reddit, and even YouTube, and most of the art videos I saw at that time all recommended Instagram. Well, I am here to say DON'T USE INSTAGRAM! This is a warning for someone who first uses this as their first art account. DO NOT USE IT PLEASE!

Man, this is the most negative thing I said but I'm just tired of thinking that this is okay and I need to put up with this and I don't.

In short, I will not post any future art I make on Instagram but the page will be open for those who want to see it. I may even come back to Instagram, but changes must be made for to make that move again. For now, I am happily posting on all the other platforms for now.

Being a Christian⛪✝️:

I am a Christian. I have been a Christian But I am a Sinner. I know I have done things wrong and I know I deserve hell, but I repent, repenting constantly for God to forgive me of my sins.🙏 I know I am sounding a bit Biblical but I am being serious. Heaven is real. Hell is real. And if both of those are really real then that must be God is real and the Bible is a history recorded for use to read and learn and hear from Him. No, I am not trying to convert you to Christianity, this is more for me than anyone I suppose. I have been dealing with doubts in my life and some things I just can't explain. But I know there has to be something beyond this life. There are just too many signs pointing in that direction and it is hard to keep quiet about. I know God saved my parents. I have seen it multiple times. But at the same time, I tend to forget and lose faith in Jesus at times which is sad. Is Jesus coming back again? If so then sign me up I will do my best to be closer to Him. It's just that I don't want to go to hell for all of eternity, so if I don't want to go there I need to believe in Jesus Christ. It is a lot easier said than done but I also want to share the good news with others that Jesus loves them but I don't want to offend anyone if that makes. But I guess I can tell you if you don't mind.

Jesus loves you! 💖💝

Yay, I said it! Oh I forgot to add that I don't want to rush anything that I do moving forward and take it easy. But don't worry I still draw fanart of my favorite video game characters is just that I am adding one more layer to what I post that's all.

You're still reading this?!?

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I don't have anything else to say

I guess I can end it off like VeggieTales did

God made you special and He loves you very much

Buh bye👋😊

Happy Blessing

Sweeteacrummbles

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