#i don't wanna doo process!!!!

[marmastry]

would you ever be willing to show the steps you take to create a comic? :> 🩷 if you have done so before my apologies, i didn't see it

I'd probably not.

I'm not doing it to gatekeep, It's just documenting steps, explaining why I do this and that, is just a whole work I'm not willing to invest in especially when I'm mostly operating on instinct. Please, I just knew how to draw and decided to make some self-indulgent comics. I thought it would be a good brain exercise now that I find it stale to work on beautiful portfolio-worthy artwork 100% of the time -_-

The mangas and comics I've read in the last decade certainly gave me a direction on how I want to do it. If you're looking for a helpful guide, Adrienne's comic tutorial taught me everything I know: here's the link (It literally gave me the confidence to make one lol).

That said, please don't ask me for a step-by-step process anymore. I don't like doing it. I get that spreading knowledge is important but asking someone who doesn't want to teach, teach will do more harm than good. I think people who want to learn better deserve better and I'd feel bad if I just ended up adding to the noise of bad art advice out there djsfladsjfh

#I'm just really lazy #The best I could do is just show a timelapse video #but Even I don't do that to comics #because in some case #procreates gets so laggy especially whe I have so manyyyy layers for a comic (I do multiple pages in one file) #im sorry but please stop asking me for process #i don't wanna doo process!!!! #I JUST WANNA DRAW IN PEACE

[sapphic-woes]

Got any Halloween headcanons for Sevika? I feel like she'd lowkey be super into it

Ohoho...Sevika and Halloween hmmmm

I think she would be into certain parts more so than others lmao. I think Eivor or even Vi would be the ones to be super into it.

House decor? No. She wouldn't like the fake cobwebs and pumpkins at the door. (I can see her kicking it even...accidentally setting a fire...lmao.) I don't think she would mind carving a pumpkin though. Just...why keep it for more than a week? Is her thought process. (She would also find going to a pumpkin patch extremely boring btw like I'm sorry but let's be honest–can you really see Sevika excited to stand in a field of pumpkins?)

She wouldn't like dressing up at first. Definetly would have to be convinced and might even try to intimidate you if you push. But? I can see you getting everything despite it and once she sees your custom (cute or sexy, doesn't matter) she'll immediately kinda wanna match just so people know you're taken. Then if you pull out hers? She'll wear it and realize it's not so dumb after all.

However. With the above point she would love getting you costumes. Not couple shit, and definitely the type of "costume" that's lingerie with cat ears and a tail slapped on it lmao. Hot devil costumes...sexy nun...she'll have you giving her a little fashion show in the bedroom, to put it lightly.

I don't think Sevika is super big on sweets. Neutral and would probably eat more than usual just because it's the season you know? She'll follow you if you are the type to go trick or treating just because...it's the undercity. You might die getting a snickers for all she knows. Isn't saying trick or treat but definitely thinks it's cute you do the whole thing at every door.

Horror movies though? Big on it. I can see her being the type to think they're all mostly stupid, some actually spooky, none really scary. Like the really gorey types to fuck you over? Those are her favorites. She also would watched animated ones (like Casper or Scooby Doo yk) just cuz they "aren't so bad." (In my mind I think they'd be a bit of a guilty pleasure for her.) And she'd love to watch you panic if you're the type to, or if you're the type to criticize, watch you rip a movie to shreds.

I think she'd love haunted houses too. No worker there would try to scare her, so they'd all come to you, and she would find that hilarious. Like this I think she would really look forward to every year, just to watch you running away and screaming "why are they only chasing after me?"

I don't know why but she strikes me as someone who aggressively hates Ouija boards. Like to the point where you think she believes in some truth to it.

#sevika x reader #sevika x you #sevika headcanon #arcane x reader #arcane headcanon #thank u for the ask♥️ #bibi answers

[elvenking42]

100 New Things I Checked Out in 2023

It's the end of the year and I wanna make a list of media I checked out. Movies, shows, books, songs, etc. I like getting to talk about all this stuff! If you wanna know what something made the list, just ask! I'd love to talk more about it!

Tyrellosolo New Years art

Wingspan (2019) 

INU-OH (2021)

Two Earthlings - John Brosio 

Zip Gun Bop - Royal Crown Revue

Super Mario Brothers: Great Mission to Rescue Princess Peach (1986)

Forest (2017) 

Fantastic Planet (1973)

Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil (1997)

How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying (1967) 

Bei Mir Bist du schon - Ella Fitzgerald

Connordraws I Sing to my Cat

Contact (1978)

Donks (2023)

Dynasty AMV

Eddie burback- The Deceptive World of Ghost Kitchens

Ice Merchants (2022)

 Marcel the Shell with Shoes On (2021) 

Womanizer - Britney spears

The Super Mario Bros Movie (2023) 

MilleBourne (1954) 

The Birds (1963)

RRR (2022)

 Pigdemonart - Bowuigi Comics

Everydaylouie 's 3d blender work

Guide to Heraldry - Ottfried Neubecker (1980)

Buss Down Wig - Baddie Brooks

Genius Party Anthology (2007)

The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom (2023)

Pretty fly (for a white guy) - The Offspring

Millennium Actress (2001)

God's Alternative Medicine - Knowing Better

On Looking: Eleven Walks with Expert Eyes - Alexandra Horowitz (2013)

Blackberry (2023)

The Flintstones (DC Comic) (2016)

Maintenance Phase Podcast

The Bus - Paul Kirchner (1987)

Nimona (2023)

Black book of hours

Nintendo World Universal

Nausicaa and the Valley of the Wind (1984)

Daydream - Timeshare 94

Jerma House Flipper invitational

Pokemon Sleep (2023)

Atlantic Oscillations (disco dub) - Quantic

Barbie (2023)

Don't You Want My Love - Moodymann

Good Omens S2 (2023)

Guitar Hero III: Legends of Rock (2007) 

Even Flow - Pearl Jam

Host Club 'Ai Honten' - Tokyo, Japan (1971-2020)

TMNT Mutant Mayhem (2023)

No Diggity - Black Street

Expansions 12" Mix - Scott Grooves

Planet of the Bass - DJ Crazy Times

I Love Hue (year)

Canisalbus: body heat

Horny '98 Radio Edit) - Mousse T

We Love Katamari + Royal Reverie (2023) 

Music theory and White Supremacy - Adam Neely

Rope (1948) 

 Sanctus-ingenium: who are you loyal to, who are you lying to? 

Rhythm Nation - Janet Jackson

Joseph Melhuish - "Some Dogs"

Jacob Geller- How Can We Bear To Throw Anything Away?

Novov - Interactive Art Museum

Thefaiao - Ganondorf practicing piano commission

Russian picture book illustrations by E.Bulatov and O.Vasilev

The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina Of Time (1998) 

Bacardi Raising Spirits ad

Curse of Strahd (2016)

Black Magic Woman - Santana

OFMD S2 (2023)

Dynasty AMV

The Owl and the Pussycat - Scott Gustafson

Sunset Boulevard (1950)

Soylent Green (1973)

Christian Riese Lassen's digital gallery

Oye Como Va - Santana

Guardian deity, Thunder God, Wind god - Mori Yoshitoshi

Phantom of the Paradise (1974) 

 Scavengers Reign (2023)

 WRTV Sonic Forum Simulator

A Little Night Music

Monkey Gone to Heaven - Pixies

Mike's Mic - Scooby Doo 2002

Wasteland Weekend - People Make Games

Lethal Company (2023)

Closer to Fine - Indigo Girls

Don't Speak - No Doubt

George Sherwood Hunter "Jubilee Procession in a Cornish Village"

Plagiarism and You(Tube) - Hbomberguy

Rainbow War (1985) 

Ezlo-x’s Lost Family LoZ Fancomic 

Ocarina of Time manga (2012)

Suolaxier's fursuits

Doctor who: Wild Blue Yonder (2023)

How Do You Smoke a Weed? - Owlin (year)

Mario Wonder (2023)

A Tiger in the Land of Dreams - Tiger Tateishi (1984)

#personal

[my-own-lilypad]

Ugh there was an IG post with that thing and the king. Also that OTHER thing (He Who Shall Not Be Named) was trending. And of course his fans kisses his butt in it. I didn't wanna tweet about him cause I didn't want any of his victims to get triggered, including Effie. Glad I like Tom Farrelly Rogers instead. Now THAT is an awesome person :) (I was meaning armie Hammer.)

I didn't see the ig post about the thing and the king! (Lol your nicknames.) I don't follow them, so. I saw that AH was 'back' whatever that means. Who cares.

To me these people represent sleaze, money-grubbing and desperate fakery.

Timmy with his soft curls and cultivated sensitive guy/artist image, totally fake. A cult has grown up around his beauty, nothing more. I'd say the Timothee Chalamet who makes childish, snarling spoilt faces while sticking his fingers up and telling us to fuck off is probably closer to who he really is.

His surgically sculpted 'girlfriend' whom he appears to be 'dating' for literally any other reason than love and genuine affection, she can't string one coherent sentence together and seems not to know her own purpose while at the same time negatively impacting the physical and mental health of millions of women worldwide. Oh but she has made so much money with her own business, she's a businesswoman. Oh, so that's alright then. We can all be pointless, plastic, empty people who do nothing about anything and harm other people with our lies as long as we make a lot of money in the process, then society will applaud us, anything less is misogyny apparently.

That idiot Haider Whatsizname. What is that man's purpose? I literally draw a blank every time I see his beedy little eyes and nasty facial hair. He designs clothes that no one can afford to buy? Bravo. I'm not gonna even mention AH, or Luca Doo-da, I've said what I think about them.

That good energy Hollywood group that Timmy was bullshitting abt in his gq interview? If that group even exists, he's not actually a part of it.

[kazxmp]

It's really the little things like socks with candy corns on them.

(and a beer.) Solo Para for Kaz's favorite time of year. The song booming from his speakers somehow don't do his voice justice as he yells the lyrics along with it, holding up his brew of choice-which is Modelo currently-Kaz follows along with the song while scooting in his socks along the kitchen floor back to his desk. "Yeah I'm crackin' one open with the boys~!" He looks around for affect, being dramatic in his own presence before continuing after the pause in the music, "By myself!" With a skillful flick of his wrist he pops the bottle cap open on the side of the desk at the same time as plopping down in his cozy light blue and white fluffy chair. "Woo!" "And everybody says that I need! Professional help!" The singing never ceases as he situates himself, "But I don't wanna think about that anymore!" The plush blanket he stole from Heather's house sits snug around his almost entirely naked form, save for a little two piece set. "Just because I woke up on someone's floor and asked who the fuck am I?" His little socked feet rest against their usual spot on the back bar of his desk, where his little toes slightly curl over the edge. "I didn't know it felt good to cryyyyyy dumm dooo dumm doo do uduu" He imitates the drums as he finalizes his comfort by turning on his pc. The light brightening up the room and in turn lighting up Kaz's bare face. Clean of all makeup hiding away his blotches of color, finally getting time to breathe. Much like Kaz is now. As much as he loves his friends and as much as he loves Heather, he also really loves being alone. He always has and always will, because in the company of himself he feels like he learns to breathe again in order to go back into the real world again. Being alone recharges him in a way nothing else ever has and even if that time is spent playing Bloodborne, listening to shitty music, and drinking Modelo until he passes out, it works for him. "Yeah I started from the bottom and I'm still at the bottom.." The words are more of a mumble now as he boots up his game, candy corned toes wriggling under his desk in impatience for the loading process. He gets this game is big and all but goddamn yknow? "Goddamn every time." Literally. While the loading scene does it's thing, the sinful little thing snaps a cozy-and revealing-photo to Heather. Only to put his phone to the side and put on his headphones just as the game fully loads in. A shit eating grin placed exactly where it should be on his face. Note, Kaz's toes are entirely curled now as he slouches over his keyboard. Gorgeous in his natural habitat isn't he.

(Song: By Myself- Fidlar)

#Solo para;Kaz #He is` #i love to hate him or hate to love him i really do #ewfjoiwejfoiwf #song; Fidlar-By Myself

[canongf-archive]

(please don’t feel obligated to answer this if you don’t want to) i have a romo f/o specifically Kaveh from genshin and so far besides leaks and like very little in game content there’s not a lot of official content of him and I’ve been coming up with my own HCs for him but I’m scared that when he officially one day does get released as a playable chara and gets voiclines and lore it’ll be so different from what I came up with and then I will feel so bad for messing up his chara idk what to doo

first things first!!! take a breath!!! 💗

anon!!! i completely understand where you're coming from!!! i understand the thought process and i understand the fear. it all makes perfect sense. but i want you to know something!!!

"messing up" his character isn't the worst thing in the world! it's not a bad thing! it's not even a mess up! it's not a negative reflection on you and it's not a moral failing. it's just a thing. the worst case scenario is that your lore and the lore that comes out in the future will be different and that's okay!!! that's totally okay!!! and you don't even have to think about that right now.

you can just do what you enjoy doing. you can keep creating your own headcanons for him and you can hold them close to your heart. you can make him your own. and then! if one day, canon comes out and it's different, you can decide what you wanna do then.

maybe you'll like the lore that's released and you'll wanna use that in your self ship! or you'll wanna use parts of it in your self ship! or maybe you'll hate it and it'll feel completely wrong, and if that's the case! then you can ignore it! you can keep everything that you've thought up and built and you can keep the life with him, the version of him, that you've created!

but don't let the fear of what could happen rob you from what you have right now!!! you have something special!!! and no matter what happens in the future, it doesn't have to ruin anything if you don't want it to. there's nothing wrong with creating something that goes against canon or that's "out of character." there are no repercussions. there is no punishment. you can't mess this up. this is all for you!!! 💗

#it's all gonna be just fine i promise!!! #advice.ask #anon #ship: kaveh

[thatoneguy031]

I guess it's time to give some context for my characters. I've had them up here for a while, and seemingly no one really saw them???

So.

These are some OCs I've baked up while I was bored.

The one on the left is Jacque, although he currently goes as Smudge(due to a dark patch of scales on his torso that looks like someone rubbed dark-green paint all over him).

As stated in my post about Trevor, it's normal for my MCs to be really nice, and the same thing applies here. Smudge had a pretty rough childhood, frequently being bullied for being a dragon and having... Venomous saliva, I guess? It's a little complicated, so buckle up.

Smudge's spit functions as a very, very potent acid, being able to melt and degrade even the most resistant materials with relative ease. But, it's when it's given a chance to dilute that it shows how potent it really is.

When diluted, this turns the liquid from an acid to a deadly neurotoxin. If it gets a chance to enter the body, it attacks the brain directly first, and more or less commands it to shut down other body systems as well. It's a slow and painful process, too, taking about a week for it to finally grace you with death. After the brain, it goes after the immune system, and then the endocrine system, which is what's normally meant to get rid of these poisons(As far as I'm aware, with my limited knowledge on science). That's when it finally goes for the muscular and cardio systems, resulting in cardiac arrest.

It's really hard to take care of someone once it enters the body but, like mercury, it's safe to play with if you take the right precautions(Although I don't know why you'd wanna play with a dragon's saliva, but go off).

That aside, Smudge is also a professional volleyball player, actually winning his regionals about two years before college started for him. But, some things happened in that game. He had severely injured his foot trying to dive for the ball. Of course, in fear that he had to prove himself, he kept playing anyway, making it so, so much worse. What started as just a sprained ankle had turned into several torn muscle fibers and a dislocation. The injury itself was pretty unique, but it could best be described as an especially complicated-to-repair Grade 3.

You can't see it in this photo, but he's wearing a foot brace, along with a matching sock. his doctor said he'd have to wear it for two years, but he "should try three, just to be safe." So... yeah, he has to wear the stupid thing for a majority of his college life. it never stopped him, though. He still plays volleyball, happily at that, and often forgets about the brace. It's sorta become a part of him, but he yearns for the day he can just get rid of it.

The lovely dragoness on the right is Katherine, but you can just call her Katie. She's a little chubby, but give her a jersey, and she'll join the same team as Smudge and probably be just as active. She's pretty aggressive, wanting to fight Smudge the moment she saw him(For reasons that are kinda dumb, from both of them), but she's really caring deep down.

If you know Beastars, you know where I'm going with this next bit.

Smudge, after some supernatural hijinks Scooby-Doo style with Katie and his not-boyfriend(It was complicated, they weren't really a thing yet), decided to start talking to Katie for real. Maybe they could be friends. Katie, being Katie, rejected his acceptance immediately, but warmed up to him soon enough, claiming that she "has to protect him."

Smudge thought this was kinda cute, and began calling her "little sis." They looked enough like each other to be siblings, and they already had something going on. Why not, right? Besides, Katie was admittedly really small, especially compared to Smudge, who was around 6'7" compared to her own 5'9"(These two are 18 and 17, respectfully). She was prone to bullying, and Smudge faking as Katie's older, more popular brother, anyone that was even remotely a bully would stop in their tracks.

But, Katie could defend herself. She's gotten into her fair share of fights in school, so she knows what to do. But, she hung out with Smudge and Charles(Smudge's "boyfriend" I was talking about earlier), mostly because they were pretty fun to be around. You know The Amazing World of Gumball?

...Yeah, Smudge, Katie, and Charles are the Gumball, Anise, and Darwin of the group, respectively(...Sort of).

Here are some quotes that I think are cute from the both of them:

Smudge: "Why am I so nice? ...I dunno, really. I ask myself the same thing sometimes. ...I guess it's 'cause I feel good doing it. It's good, knowing that I'm not adding to anyone's problems." (Talking to Charles, partially half to himself as well)

"What is your deal, dude?! I... I just wanted to see if you were alright.

...I don't know you, and that's why I care!" (Shouting at Katie after an argument started by him hearing her yell in pain)

Katie: "Who goes there?! I'm not afraid to go all Bruce Lee on you! ...Oh. It's you. I've heard of you before... You're that guy that ruined his ankle in that one tourney, right?" (Meeting Smudge for the first time in an abandoned library)

"...I'm surprised that you haven't promoted yourself more. Either way, what the hell are you doing in my hangout spot?!" (Confronting Smudge about being in his hangout spot moments later)

I'll give a Part 2 at some point, but I think this post is getting wayy too long. Next time, I'll talk about some trivia and stuff about these two, but it'll mostly be dedicated to Charles, the wolf-lion-eagle... thing??? Not quite a griffon, but you won't get called out for calling him one.

#furry #anthro #oc #furry oc #furry anthro #furry art #artists on tumblr #dragon #Smudge #Katie #Charles #this post sent me down a rabbithole learning about muscle tears #and I learned that they're not as bad as I thought but still bad #but Smudge's is still very very awful #so... yeah #muscle tears also cause some interesting bruises #can yall tell me about your experiences with injuries like that? #its genuinely intersting #lgbtq

[sunset-peril]

how about 13, 51, and/or 80 for the fanfic ask game?

Dagnabbit you beat me to the ask box 😂

13. The writing of Trial of the Zora Armor (pretty much the entire process) was pleasantly surprising. The story itself was also my one big plot bunny and turned into a 42K novella(takes about 6hrs to read entirely) and the first fanfiction I ever finished. It also gained a steady fanbase while it was running (no fanart or anything to my knowledge however) which was nice because it was the first fanfic I wrote after dragging myself out of the hole that is the Sonic fandom \._./

51. Uhhh, hang on lemme go scroll through Google Docs *doo doo doo doo doo* well darn I published a lot of stuff in here in some form or fashionnnn, uhhh.... *doo doo doo doo doo* Ah, here, we'll go with this little guy: "It seems one hundred years and an apocalypse is not enough to kill off the gossip started within Hyrule Castle. Stories carried on from survivors haunt a newly awakened Link as he arrives in the village of his fallen rival. Stories that, while true, cause a humorous yet awkward case of mistaken identity. Because, of course, it's all but forgotten that a Hylian has never lived past the age of one hundred." (Short story entitled "Champion Descendant")

80. Heck yea, themes and messages out the wazoo. In fact, the reason I cancelled one of my favorite works I've ever done is because of theming. There was a lot of racial theming underlying the entire build of this world (I'd been working on it since Mid-2018) and then race-based riots got so violent Mid-2020 that I cancelled it and ran as a way to protect myself. Was running a good idea? IDK, I didn't look back. The story is still available on A03 because it's still one of my favorites, but I haven't advertised, edited, updated, etc it since about July 2020. Had a lot of interconnected short stories that got cancelled too, sadly.

Anyways, I usually have two different methods: I go "now if this were a real published book and is being analyzed in a future high school classroom, what do I want these little suckers to get out of this/learn from this worldview?" or if I don't wanna be quite as philosophical about it, I ask myself "what can I use to excuse the vast majority of this character/explain most of their actions?" After 2020, I also make sure this can't be tied into any super hot topics (especially ones where there is a large degree of disagreement)

Anyways I think I've rambled on long enough, thanks so much for the ask!

#i'll post the synop for amnt 3 seperately hehe #fanfiction #booksivewritten #thanks for the ask! #answered asks #answered ask #ask meme

[verobatto]

Destiel Chronicles

Vol. CXV

It was a love story from the very beginning.

Dean's Emotional Prison (Part II)

(14x09, 14x10)

Hello friends! This is the second part of this meta, this time it will be Dean centric, based on episode 14x10.

My meta will be a resume of the following analysis from episode 14x10: X, X, X and X.

Rocky's Bar: Dean's emotional prison.

"This is my dream" Dream says when he talks about the bar inside his mind to Pamela. But soon, watching the scenes and the scenario, we will find out is not. The bar was his own Emotional Prison, what his mind thought he could reach, repressing his own really desires.

The entire Rocky's Bar was full of visual elements with Dean centric symbolism.

I wrote this thoughts in one of my metas:

This is a symbolism from Dean behavior towards problems and inner desires. He avoid "the beast" what he really wants, his own feelings, like the bullfighter does with the bull.

Brief comment about Cosmic Cowboy (one of the here's name from Family Business) we took it as a reference of Castiel.

Another take from the symbolism in the bar was this:

"Daphne Loves Fred" it's a reflection of Dean's innocence and pure love for Castiel. The green color is related to Dean's healing process and the lemons are a blatant representation of mature passion for the angel.

But I also related this to Scooby Doo clues throughout the show. The mention of it lead us to 13x16 but also, to Regarding Dean episode.

Based on this episode and 14x06 I was able to elaborate a spec that became true in episode 14x13. In which Castiel 'lost his memories' (in fact it was the appearence of Castiel who never saved Dean from Hell) and how Dean would pick his present family and his romantic love for Castiel over his past.

Another important scene was that woman trying to buy Dean's bar.

And what she said was very interesting... She said Dean had been interested in sell the bar, and she brought the papers for him to sign. But Dean didn't want to, and she turned around and said the bar was kind of "dead", I mean... Without customers... This is a very very symbolic scene, bc if we think this bar is Dean's emotional prison, where he keeps his repressed feeling and desires, and where he plays avoiding reality, and now it doesn't have costumers, and he wanted to sell it... Is bc HE IS HEALING PREPARING HIMSELF TO BREAK FREE FROM THIS PRISON, BC THERE'S NO MORE COSTUMERS (there's no more reason to be there, to that bar existing anymore.) Even so, he said no... Bc Michael locked him again. And he is again in negation.

Why Pamela?

I remember the so many discussions about Pamela running the bar together with Dean.

The consensus was : Castiel mirror. Why? Because the t-shirt and the wings in her necklace.

But I wasn't agreed with that. To me, Pamela was a complex of repressed thoughts, guilt, feelings. Pamela was Dean's subconscious representation.

When I first saw her I knew my brain will have to work hard... Bc, she is a projection from Dean's subconscious. There's not thing more complicated that our brains, so this girl was so great written, each detail and each word she said had a meaning FOR DEAN, bc she is A PROJECTION OF MEMORIES, FEELINGS, AND DEFENSE MECHANISM coming from Dean.

This pic here is yelling Dean's bisexuality, because Pamela represents Dean too.

The music playing in the background repeats the whole time "And I'm looking for a rainbow" which means, Dean is yelling his gay love for the angel but repressing it at the same time.

And let's read this dialogue here:

DEAN How come you always have a boyfriend?

PAMELA How come you only want what you can't have?

DEAN Whoa.

Pamela, Dean's complex repressed subconscious, is yelling him to search for a rainbow, and is yelling him he wants Castiel, the angel he can't have (parallel to 15x18)

PAMELA Besides, you don't want me. You just like to flirt. I'm a psychic, so I kinda know.

Again, Pamela here is now a representation of all women. Dean just like to flirt, but what he really wants is Castiel.

Parallel between Rocky's Bar and Dean's Cave.

The prison inside the prison

When Sam and Castiel tried to bring Dean to reality, his own mind dragged him to a place that represented the prison inside the prison.

Good thing was FAMILY LOVE and ROMANTIC LOVE were able to help Dean to break free from this prison.

Quoting Destiel

When Michael quoted Castiel in the barn inside of Dean's head and also mocked Castiel when they were trying to get inside of Dean's mind was just a reinforcer of the idea that DEAN THINKS ABOUT CASTIEL THE WHOLE TIME. CASTIEL IS CENTRIC IN HIS MIND AND HEART. So, thank you Mike.

A little of Foreshadow...

This picture here now it has more sense to me:

White ball: Chuck, behind the stick.

Green and Red: Dean

Blue: Castiel

Facing Black: Death/Empty.

This was the Foreshadow of the end.

To Conclude:

'Nihilism' was an episode full of symbolism. We watched Dean's emotional prison and all what he had in mind. We also saw again what he really wants: Castiel.

Hope you like this meta, see you in the next one.

Tagging @magnificent-winged-beast @emblue-sparks @weird-dorky-little-d @michyribeiro @whyjm @legendary-destiel @a-bit-of-influence @thatwitchydestielfan @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover @lykanyouko @evvvissticante @savannadarkbaby @dea-stiel @poorreputation @bre95611 @thewolfathedoor @charlottemanchmal @neii3n @deathswaywardson @followyourenergy @dean-is-bi-till-i-die @hekatelilith-blog @avidbkwrm @anarchiana @dickpuncher365 @vampyrosa @authorsararayne @mybonsai1976 @love-neve-dies @dustythewind @wayward-winchester67 @angelwithashotgunandtrenchcoat @trashblackrainbow @deeutdutdutdoh @destiel-shipper-11 @larrem88 @charmedbycastiel @ran-savant @little-crazy-misha-minion @samoosetheshipper

@shadows-and-padlocked-hearts @mishtho @dancingtuesdaymorning @nerditoutwithbooks @mikennacac73 @justmeand-myinsight @idontwantpeopletoknowmyname @teddybeardoctor @pepevons @helevetica @dizzypinwheel @horsez2002 @qanelyytha

If you want to be added or removed from this list just let me know.

@destielle @spnsmile @shippsblog @robot-feels @superlock-in-the-tardis @superduckbatrebel @belacoded @madronasky @anon-non2 @cea1996 @lisafu02 @asphodelesauvage @deancasgirl777

If you wanna read the previous metas from season 14 here you have the links:

Vol. CIX, CX, CXI, CXII, CXIII, CXIV.

Buenos Aires, May 30 2021 12:24 PM

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[dog-day-morning]

The word of God tells us we shall suffer for the cause of Christ, he who seeks a greater reward must attain a greater faith. Unto whom much is given that much more is required. You wanna eat that whole caramel cake, you crave that sweet tea, you pursue that woman in a nightclub hoping to get her in a compromised position, face down tail up because face it, we're not willing to bow down to the will of God, but we’re so happy, and ready to give in to that round mound of doo doo brown. The 3 Hebrew boys Meshach, Shadrach, and Abednego went into the fiery furnace defying Nebuchadnezzar's declaration to worship him. These men had the inspiration, strength, and courage to say, even if He doesn't deliver us, we know that He can. That kind of faith is called perfected faith. We can be lazy because we refuse to work with what God gave us before the day of calamity comes to devour us. Tribulation is kicking into high gear, and many of God’s people are none the wiser. There are people who were working 3 jobs before, and after this pandemic became a global concern who know what is on the horizon. You don't need an Issachar spirit to discern the times; read the Bible. He also said to the crowds, “When you see a cloud rising in the west, you say at once, ‘A shower is coming.’ And so it happens. And when you see the south wind blowing, you say, ‘There will be scorching heat,’ and it happens. You hypocrites! You know how to interpret the appearance of earth and sky, but why do you not know how to interpret the present time? The gov't has pulled back on unemployment benefits forcing many to find a job. The 2 righteous servants in the parable of the 3 servants increased the wealth of their employer who trusted 3 men with different amounts of talents [money], and the 1 who didn't work diligently for his master inherited weeping, and gnashing of teeth. God invested in us, and He expected a greater return from this major investment. Jesus was the greatest financial venture ever made. The Father placed His faith in His Son who in turn gave Him many more sons that walk amongst us waiting for the Day of Judgment. This investment which supersedes all, but are intertwined will never decrease, and forever increase. The 144,000 isn't a spiritually inspired interpretation based on mine, and Mima getting the Holy Ghost or having an encounter with the Holy Spirit to speak in tongues. Sit down grandma, your Depends are leaking brown stuff that reeks of formaldehyde, and raw chitlins. God is looking for a righteous Nation to worship Him not themselves. These men, and boys who represent the 12 tribes of Israel have never been defiled by women, and hopefully not by men either. You lucky mother You can take the word literally or as a misinterpretation. Those who don't believe in the written word who believe that God's word isn't infallible aren't all to blame for this heresy. Those who originally interpreted the King James Bible added to, and took from are suffering for a misleading interpretation. The prophetic which God didn't let man corrupt altogether has pretty much played out verbatim. We may be dying to a world that is trying to kill our faith that God has no intention of doing until He finds His true worshippers, and He’ll never destroy one's faith in Him. Winter is coming and you and I must be prepared. We must live like today is our last without being caught up in fear. I'm suffering from a form of laziness called jackass. God shall supply all your needs, but faith without works is dead. The ant has the intuition to work throughout the Summer knowing that Winter is coming. A lot of these drones won't live to see the finished product. Ant mounds look like the Pyramids of Giza that secure the Queen, but where is the King? They serve the one who gives life that sustains the colony, she is their goddess, but what happens if the Queen dies? There's more than one Queen serving the colony who can breed an entire colony independent of one other. fulfilling their role while working together in unison with the others who all serve a greater purpose. This

is a major element that drives the Kingdome of heaven. Christ is just like His Father In the Kingdome that includes the Holy Spirit which they will pour upon all flesh again soon. There are no cowards or sinners in the Kingdome. The angels are not as drones, they are blessed warriors.

Revelation 21:8

8 But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death.

1 Corinthians 6:8-10

8 Nay, ye do wrong, and defraud, and that your brethren.

9 Know ye not that the unrighteous shall not inherit the kingdom of God? Be not deceived: neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor effeminate, nor abusers of themselves with mankind,

10 Nor thieves, nor covetous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor extortioners, shall inherit the kingdom of God.

Alkebulan we need to wake up and get right. Black American's of the tribes of Judah, Gad, Reuben, and Issachar you need to aim at my forehead, and scatter my scatter brained grey matter all over the pavement. When Joe Biden told a radio podcaster if you don't vote for me you're not Black, he must be color blind. This vaccine that suspiciously looks like the Mark of Whodunnit. They can plant a microchip in your arm that can track your every move, financial transaction, and possibly your dreams while you sleep. Some Walmart stores are refusing to take cash when you check out; they only take debit, and credit cards. These are signs that we’re living in the End Times. The Last Days. I'm looking at this as a sign to get the hell outta this city, and decompose. What in God's name am I afraid of? Jesus took a beat down like a man on a mission.. You're not weak or simping if you gave your life for a people you fed, healed, gave sight to, preached to, taught them a new way to live, pray, love, told them about a Kingdome greater than Jerusalem, and you didn't kill anybody in the process knowing what they were going to do to your physical body in an almost retarded like bid to destroy their salvation. I've done none of that; my bad. Stop looking for men, especially zaddy to deliver us. “If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.” Some of us foolheartedly called Bill Clinton the first Black president when he's not, never can, or will be to me in any sense, Barack wasn't either. Thomas Jefferson, the third elected president, who served two terms between 1801 and 1809 was described as the “son of a half-breed Indian squaw (Black) and a Virginia mulatto father (Black).” Abraham Lincoln, the nation’s 16th president, served between 1861, and 1865. Lincoln had very dark skin, and coarse hair and his mother allegedly came from an Ethiopian tribe. His heritage fueled so much controversy that Lincoln was nicknamed “Abraham Africanus the First” by his presidential opponents and cartoons were drawn depicting him as a Negro. Warren Harding, Calvin Coolidge, Dwight David Eisenhower, and the scourge of the South Andrew Jackson were all n**gahs. I’ll see you come Hanukkah you self-hating black, Uncle Ruckus’s. I don't celebrate Thanksgiving, why should I be overjoyed about the genocide, and enslavement of God's people? Christmas is what it is. Hopefully you will celebrate this holiday season together fulfilling God's prophetic word. I can't unless you kill me. The Christmas holiday is as pagan as Joel Osteen is at scamming. David Duke, you might wanna go to ancestry.com, and take a DNA test. You might be 30% Swahili. By the looks of those big, gorilla nostrals you had before that rhinoplasty. You, and Bull Connor may be related to Idi Amin. Your biggest shame is your greatest blessing. Personally you can kiss the skid marks in the middle of my skid marks after I take a fresh dump. Conservative, political pundits, and wannabes whose names I won't mention, but one in particular who looks like he smoked 23 blunts in 15min. with no filter. Please keep him in California, and let him drown with his zaddy, and pancaked tail, bowed hipped women. Use your lips as a floatation device dude. These people are ashamed of the God who has blessed many, and plenty. These people suffer, hopefully not always, from the white savior or white zaddy complex. The truth isn't in any of them, that's why they're so adept at lying when making bold-faced statements before the public that opposes their previous opinion like people don’t have YouTube or google. I’ll Bing a factoid or Yahoo that mother to get the truth I may even pay for it, gimme a dollar. My inability to walk amongst men as a man has stagnated my propensity to live That's BS, my Apostle said something this past Sunday that's stuck on my forehead. YOU'RE LAZY!!! I am what I am, a pain in the rear end. This has gone on way too long. Sometimes

I feel as though God wants me to kill myself because the PO PO won’t. I would feel better if my natural family would stab me in the neck, not my back, with a piece of diseased, pork, spare rib from a boar hog, and let me die from a rare form of trichinosis. The people have spoken while I’m playing Jay, and Silent Bob. Father, get me outta here. Elohim, 9/16/2021

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[sending-the-message]

I've been wandering through Aokigahara Forest, where bodies hang all year long by Ra1n_Walker

Hi guys. This is going to be long, because I'll just be as thorough as possible. I don't think leaving out details will contribute to the story, so bear with me. Or don't… I was wondering how many of you are aware of the existence of this forest. The Sea of Trees, as they like to call it, or, on a less brighter note; Suicide Forest.

I have a mildly unhealthy obsession for the obscure and unsolved mysteries, which often leads me to venture to lost and forgotten places. Abandoned asylums, hotels, evil looking buildings. I love to scour the internet for strange occurences and events that seem to involve anything going from ghosts to murderers or aliens. People will believe anything to feel excitement.

I wouldn't call myself a believer. In fact, I think it's funny how people can get all serious and worked up about some weird theory that sounds creepy, but has not the slightest proof or link to a plausible explanation. What I do believe in is that people have a tendency to do some really fucked up things. Guess everyone knows to what extent, but the real atrocities are preferably kept a bit further in our daily lives and rather not thought of.

It litterally turns me on. I can get goosebumps hearing about gruesome scenes, imagining someone's pain or finding truly disturbing things. The 'this-song-makes-me-wanna-cry' type of goosebumps. I can't ever get enough. So I heard of this forest and read about it on the web. Reddit also has some accounts on this and there's even a few movies based on its reputation and stories (which I haven't seen yet as I don't want to ruin the experience) so it really isn't hard getting a bit educated about it. I had to fricking go there.

So that was that, and I was off to Japan only about a month later. I always thought Mount Fuji might be worth seeing and I definitely had a strong passion for the Japanese culture. And their anime and manga, obviously. Being on a plane towards my long awaited destination, I had enough time to go through the available information and read up on the forest. I probably read it all already, being the special person that I am, but it amused me. 

It definitely was a cool mystery anyway. The 'facts' were often disturbing and the assumptions made around the place were even more so. There's a few of those that really stuck with me that I think are thought provoking or at the very least interesting. I read about a lot of aspects. Locals would believe they could pin point the exact type of visitor to the woods.

There were the ones trying to snap pictures of Mount Fuji and its impressive base and flora around it. Some would go in there and hope to find something dark or scary. Thrillseekers if you will. And then there's the obvious type, the type that make the forest famous; the suicidals that don't plan on coming back out. What the fuck

The thing that struck me when I first heard about it is that it would have to be littered with corpses, seeing as over 75 people were found every year. Most of them hanged. They even reached over a hundred victims a few years back and decided to stop reveiling numbers to avoid making it more popular, thus resulting in more suicides. So yeah, there's a fricking cleanup crew. Every year locals search the forest for bodies or what's left of them.

According to what I'd read, they would drag decomposed bodies or parts of them, skeletons and personal belongings scattered around the sea of trees back to some kind of room where they'd store them. There's accounts of people staying in a room with the bodies, because according to local folklore, it would mean bad luck to leave those  alone.

I landed after a long flight and needed a good night's rest. I always admired people who were able to sleep on a plane, I was too nervous to achieve that. I'd never been too keen on flying and this time was no different. It felt good to get out of that bird. I called a cab and made my way to my hotel, about an hour drive from Shizuoka airport. I would've loved to chat with the driver and learn more than I already knew, but guess what. The dude didn't speak one word of English. 

"Yessir."

Good talk...

I dozed off in the car, face against the window and coat over my head to block out the light of the evening that still shone bright. When I woke up, the cab had stopped and I was in... Shimizu? My Japanese was about as good as the cab driver's English, so I didn't bother even trying to ask. I got out, stepped inside the hotel and was pointed to my room. I stayed there the whole evening to fall asleep quickly. Next day; alarm at 6am, breakfast with some documents and brochures to re-check my way to Aokigahara and what to look out for.

After speaking with the hotel clerk, whose English was good enough to be able to make out key words. It only took me half an hour before being on a train towards Mount Fuji. Shizuoka airport was about 80 miles from Aokigahara  and I was about half way going from where I was right then. An hour drive before getting there and I had to walk quite a bit before arriving at the area I was trying to get to, after even taking an extra bus.

And that's when I finally got to the place I had been looking forward to for the last weeks. I had Mount Fuji looking over me from the distance, like a titan contemplating the world beneath, and the forest of Aokigahara in front of me. The Sea of Trees. Suicide Forest... I was standing at the beginning of a path that lead into the woods. The path seemed to be an easy one to follow, it was clearly maintained regularly and countless footsteps were printed in the slightly muddy trail. Heart racing and adrenaline pumping, I took off hoping for adventure.

The path continued for much further than I had imagined and started twisting and turning the more I got into the forest. I knew it stretched about 13 miles and I wasn't helpless at all when it comes to navigating. I know how to use a compass and I have a good sense of awareness, so I never worried once. I just thought it was a bit weird that people tried to maintain this, as if they were trying to shake the woods' reputation and attract more tourists and less suicidals.

I have to say, after an hour or so, my surroundings felt a bit darker, a bit scarier if you will. One of the reasons for this is that there were multiple ways to go from the main trail. Dozens of paths leading deeper through the trees that were everywhere. I mean it's a forest, but goddamn this forest was dense. A lot of those paths were marked with a sign or a carving in a tree. Messages saying things I couldn't read, others in English saying life is precious and I shouldn't give in, a plea to return to the town and talk to someone... They really tried hard to stop you from killing yourself. Those signs were well intended, but I couldn't help thinking this shit was spooky and so out of place.

Honestly, it was creepy, but nothing I couldn't handle and definitely not enough to satisfy my need for excitement and adventure. I noticed more turns and twists in the trail I was following and I looked behind me on a few occasions just to make sure I kept my bearings. Plus, I was slowly getting a bit paranoid. The forest got darker the more I ventured in and I thought I heard footsteps every so often. Don't get me wrong, I love this. But yeah, shit gets scary when you go looking for it.

At one point, I decided I'd take a break and drink some water while checking the compass, just to be sure. And of course, my compass was acting up and desperately looking for north, while I looked at it and sighed. No biggie, I just have to turn around and follow the trail back, should I want to leave. Problem is, I turned around to find myself standing on an intersection. I had three possible directions to go and I doubted a little when wondering which one I came from. I couldn't remember seeing any paths starting from the one I was walking until then and I felt a lot less confident all of a sudden.

Shit

I was used to the feeling of panic rising and that was also part of the thrill I wanted to find every time I went looking for it. So I took some time to take in my surroundings and thought about what to do now. I hadn't seen anything really exciting so far and I was slowly doubting to go back. But the day wasn't over and I was dedicated to my trip. So I looked up to see if I could see the sun's position and nearly screamed like a girl. The foliage was way too dense to see through, only a small amount of light pierced through the canopy. But hanging practically right above me was a little girl, eyes missing and legs bitten off to the knees. Her head was hanging down rested on her chest and I gagged.

I jumped back and fell down, tripping over and hurting my wrist in the process. I cursed at myself while looking at the grim scene before me, but I can't say I wasn't excited. THIS was the thrill I liked and I was proud of myself for getting where I was trying to get, the small border between adrenaline and madness or insanity. But when you're looking at a dead body of a hanged little girl, there's some things you don't expect/want to happen, because you might just get a heart attack like I almost did.

"Hoshi."

Guys. No shit. I sharted then and there and I'm not even ashamed to admit it. It was the voice of a little girl that sounded like she was playing with her dolls or having an imaginary tea-party. Except she was having it in the middle of a dark forest all alone with a dead girl as a view... It came from right behind me and I turned around with eyes wide open and a scream ready to escape my mouth. There was no one there and I started to feel watched and incredibly nervous. I could hear rustling from behind me and I prayed. I wasn't superstitious, but I think I knew what was coming. I turned around and felt myself turn pale.

"We are the doo doo doO dOO DOOO you help me sir sir please sir for the I want to down down me or you"

The girl was still hanging in the trees when she said it and her empty eye sockets seemed to be shimmering in the dim light. Her mouth didn't move, but her head was straight up and looking forward, completely immobile. It was the most unsettling thing I'd ever experienced and I honestly stood there nailed to the ground, unable to think or move. I didn't understand the first word I heard coming from behind me, but what she was repeating now was so chaotic and abnormal that it scared the living shit out of me.

I stepped back even more and rubbed my eyes, hoping I was dreaming (which I definitely wasn't) and I tried to set my mind straight.

""We are the doo doo doO dOO DOOO you help me sir sir please sir for the I want to down down me or you"

This time it was MUCH louder and coming from much closer and I felt my heart pumping in my head, scared to open my eyes. When I did, I could've cried. The girl was now standing a few feet in front of me, pieces of flesh dragging behind her while her legs, or what was left of them, carried her lifeless body towards me. Saying the same thing over and over again with the rope still tied around her neck, tight.

I stood there watching her, never blinking. She was really frightening with her deep empty eye sockets, her mutilated body and the fact that she was so little. Despite all of that, the sensation of fear and the desire to run became less urgent. I started feeling more sad than scared. A girl that age committing suicide was just above me, it blew my mind and I couldn't shake the feeling this was wrong. Well, of course it was, but isn't it more than just weird to see such a young child here? I looked up and saw the rope going from her neck towards the canopy and realized what was bothering me that much. How the fucking fuck does that rope even get there.

Not kidding, the trees were high. Like, really high. You'd have to use machinery to get all the way up or be a damn good climber and I couldn't for the life of me picture this kid doing that. It was so high up I couldn't even exactly see where it was attached and when I looked back at her, she was holding out her hand as to motion me to grab it. I reluctently took a step forward and held out my hand, watching her getting closer.

Before I continue; what would you do?

Seriously. I'm nearly 30 years old, I'm the biggest horror fan I can think of and I have a tendency to question everything that doesn't have a reasonable explanation. So, what would you do?

I stood there watching her as she stopped in place and looked right back at me with those black, hollow eyes. Despite the obvious fucked-upness of the whole situation, I just couldn't shake the feeling I was having. Unable to explain it, I'd have to go with sheer empathy… This girl had to be, what? Six? Seven years old? I'm not a pro, so ten probably would've done it as well, but you get it. No kid this young should be thinking about suicide, nor should a girl this young be here in a forest so dark and dense you can't hear any birds or other animals. I only heard the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves as I looked at the first person I encountered in these woods; a girl that was so young and looked so innocent that I got sick thinking about the undeniable fact she was here. In these woods that carried its name so clearly and casually, forgotten forever.

"Hoshi."

That word snapped me back to my senses instantly and made me feel like I lost something that I never had. Who the fuck leaves a kid in here, or who the fucking fuck makes a kid feel so bad that it makes her ending up here with a rope around its neck in the Aokigahara forest? Or where the fuck ever. So I don't know what you would do, but tears were almost running down my face when I practically lunged forward and grabbed her hand as firmly as I could.

I guess the world stopped

I was somewhere else, feeling like someone else and thinking like someone else. I was afraid.

If only…

I was scared as I had never been before. The world around me was pitch black and I couldn't hear anything but my frantic screams and the drumming of my blood pumping in my brain, making me feel like I was going to explode. The feeling I had persisted until a loud bang made me jump up and nearly gave me a heart attack.

My blindfold was taken away and the light that attacked my face stung like a thousand wasps. The smack on my jaw made sure I wasn't distracted by the stinging of the air in my nostrils and also made me open my burning blue eyes to watch what was causing me to feel like this.

The guy I was watching looked far too happy to be sane.

I was sitting down in a corner of a room, hands tied behind my back to a chain that was attached to a radiator, the only thing in the room besides me. My wrists were on fire and I saw my little feet twisting in front of me as I cowarded backwards against the wall, trying to escape his filthy hands. The knife in his right hand was all the more threatening when he grabbed my neck with his left and started applying pressure.

Panic, fear, anger, loss, despair. Those are but a fraction of the emotions flooding me at that time and I wouldn't even know how to begin to describe the rest of them. As if the lack of oxygen wasn't enough, the pressure on my neck felt like it was going to make it snap and the fact that my legs were everywhere and arms flailing made sure to make me lose all hope. The world went dark with the last image of a lunatic smiling at me as I drew my last breath.

Then I woke up

I was in the middle of the forest at an intersection and it didn't take me more than a few seconds to realize I was right where I was before I started dreaming. Panicked, I turned to look around me and above me, only to see I was alone in the woods. But the fucking rope was there. Right in front of me, where the girl had been standing, there was a rope on the ground heading deeper into the woods.

Safe to say everything was already fucked up and I didn't even think straight when I bent over to grab it and started following it into the forest.

Stay. The fuck. Out of there.

Guys, I followed it and walked for an hour (approximately) and from the very first minute I was surrounded by a sea. Not of trees, but bodies. Kids hanging from trees, some mutilated, some unharmed as if they were sleeping. Others decomposed to almost nothing but bones, fallen down as their ropes were still ominously hanging from the invisible canopy… it kept going for as long as I was. When I got to the end of the rope and thought I'd shed every tear and consumed all the fear that was hidden inside me, I was standing in the middle of a clearing and looking at a guy.

An asian guy standing by some kind of enormous plastic bag and hoisting something up in the trees with a rope. I started shivering and I felt like all power was taken away from me when I saw an arm sticking out if the bag. The boy he was hanging couldn't have been older than five and the fact I was watching this as if I'd be watching a street musician suddenly put me in a mood I hadn't yet been in.

Tears running down my face and legs unable to take a step in whatever direction, I felt a hand grabbing a hold of mine. The little girl, the one I could watch now without being scared, the one that showed me and asked for help was standing next to me. Although they were blue, she didn't have eyes, but her smile was worth a thousand words.

What happened next took five minutes at the most.

I anonymously notified the police when I found my way back out of the forest almost a full day later and I went back home immediately. I know that nobody there likes to talk about the reputation of the forest and I know that other things have been covered up, so I have no way of knowing what happened or if anything got done.

Don't fucking touch children, because I might be the last thing you see. I looked up what she said -hoshi- and I guess she meant hoshii… I'm not Japanese so I might be wrong, but I believe she wanted/needed someone to help her

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