#Beej is what brings her joy

[betelgeusesgrave]

From "It's a Wonderful Afterlife", season 4 episode 28. Without Betelgeuse Lydia would have never learned to make friends or connect with others. Because no one in Peaceful Pines would have understood how strange and usual she is. It's imperative for this to be understood--to Lydia, who was alone and misunderstood by everyone around her, Betelgeuse brings joy. He's just as weird, gross, and strange as she is. He shows her things that she likes, takes her to places she could only have thought existed in her imagination. The residents of the Neither World are her friends, the first ones she has besides Beej that help her learn to express herself and talk to the regular-degular breathers that exist around her. This isn't to put Beej on a pedestal. He's not the centre focus here. What is the centre focus here are Lydia's emotions, and how her life could be so vastly different from what it is if she hadn't ever met him. He's not a villain, so much as he's an antagonist in the first film. The Maitlands' are your main characters. They summon him to do a job that he does. Otho is the real villain in the first film along with the Deetz' matrimony and their guests. He's the antihero in the second film because Lydia summons him for help. His quid-pro-quo wouldn't matter in the end, because Lydia needs his assistance to get her daughter back and he also does that and takes care of the little shit that tried to switch places with Astrid. She trusts him, even if you think she doesn't. She moves towards him in the chapel when Rory's plans are revealed. In the animated series, he helps Lydia be more out there with her weirdness, and t helps her. He's her guide if you want to call him that. But in the end, Lydia Deetz was always supposed to meet and talk to Betelgeuse. That's it. That's the end of my ramble.

[macherkissed]

How They React to you telling them you're pregnant

Notes/Warnings; AFAB!Reader, Pregnancy, brief mentions of abortion (one throwaway line about considering it, nothing explicit), mentions of Smut, mentions of body changes, Polyamory, Exophilia

Betelgeuse

Is it his?

That's the first thing he asks

If you get mad then he quickly explains that he doesn't doubt you, babe, it's just that he went into this thinking he was firing blanks.

After all, he's dead. He's a demon, but he's dead so it's not a strange thing to think.

Second thing he asks is if you're gonna keep it.

Once he's reassured that yes, it's his, you're keeping it, he starts to worry a little bit

You're a breather, he's a demon, what sort of thing will that spawn? He's never had to deal with a baby, even when he was alive, what if he scares it? The house is barely Beej-proof, let alone baby-proof. Will the baby even see him? What if the Other Side finds out? You should marry him, no this isn't a trick babycakes, he wants to be there for the kid. What if he's a bad dad? What if...

You'll have to spend some time listening to him rambling before sitting him down and going through each worried question

After he's calmed down enough, you shove him a little with a grin and say that you're the one that's meant to be freaking out, you've got a person growing inside you.

Morticia and Gomez Addams

The second that you tell the two of them, Gomez's face lights up completely and Morticia smiles

You'll have to stop Gomez from grabbing you and spinning around with you in his joy, and even then he smothers your face with kisses

A new little Addams! How can he not be excited?!

Morticia, after prying her husband from you, takes your hands in hers and kisses them both, kisses you on the lips, as she tells you how happy she is that you'll be adding to the family

They want you to really know what bringing a child into the world entails, so will happily sit you down go into detail about the changes your body and mind will go through, the difficulties you'll face, while constantly reassuring you that the whole family will be there to help you

Gomez will start getting touchy, during the explanation, especially while talking about the visible changes. He'll try and convince you back to the bedroom afterwards to completely worship your body horny bastard

Obviously the rest of the family will need to know and they'll both be right at your side as you do

Expect a huge party a month or two before you're due, with every reachable Addams there regardless of how well you know them. Morticia is on your arm practically the whole time, pressing kisses to your cheek and your forehead and touching your stomach every so often, while Gomez ends up almost getting carpel tunnel with how many times his hand is shaken in congratulations

No matter what happens, they'll be there for you.

Yautja

They know ^_^

They can smell it on you, they knew before you did

It's a little bit of a surprise, a oo-man and Yautja have never inter-bred before so don't be so surprised if you start getting poked and prodded by some of their doctors (which you're probably used to, they did that when you first came to their ship, they don't get many live oo-man subjects)

They will be twice as protective of you than they were before; you're carrying their little sucker, no matter how capable you think you are, you're still squishy and they need to keep you safe

When not under the watchful eye of your mate, the female yautja will look after you and tell you as much as they can about how to raise a yautja child. You may be oo-man but you're still part of their clan, especially now.

Anything you need, even before you start showing or having any difficulty, your twitchy mate is there to help you.

It gets them teased by the other members of the clan since usually other Yautja aren't so involved when their mate is pregnant, no matter how many times they're reminded that this isn't a usual situation

[foolurfriendsfunatparties]

Do you still write Dewey and BeeJ requests? Cause your work is awesome and it makes me really happy. I would LOVE one were the reader owns a dog. And it gets lost, cause he chased a squirrel. How would BeeJ react when finding the dog? And what about Dewey? Would they read its tag and return it? Would BeeJ poof it back to you? Was just thinking about how both would react. The reader having a panic attack cause her fur baby ran away. Maybe some fluff or flirting idunno. Thanx! 🙃

I freaking love doggies!!!! Also hello I am alive! Thank you for your request, and you are the sweetest! I am so glad my writing brings you joy! I hope I made you happy with this!!

*I'm not going to write what specific dog it is and I also decided to make it a headcanon due to it being both Beej and Dewey, I hope that is okay!*

☆Dewey☆

-You would be running around your park for hours on end.

-Nervous breakdown, maybe a near asthma attack from the heavy breathing.

-"I hate squirrels with a burning passion."

-Little did you know that in the middle of the park Dewey was playing his guitar.

-Your dog would come to a halt when he sees Dewey and runs to him attacking him with kisses.

-Ever since you started to play music for your doggie they would always love when you would play music for them.

-So seeing Dewey playing live was like meeting Beyonce to them.

-As soon as you spotted your fur baby attacking a stranger with a guitar you quickly took him off apologizing to him.

-"It's all good! At least someone liked my music." You could tell by his voice that he was not being sarcastic at that statement.

-"Well I think you just got yourself two new fans!"

-Your doggie would just be sitting there waiting for Dewey to start playing again.

-"Encore?" You would ask shyly as Dewey would give you a sly wink and start to play again.

¤ Beetlejuice ¤

-Let's just say your dog running into your neighbor's house was not part of your plan in introducing yourself.

-"Shoot I didn-" As soon as you stepped into the house you knew something was wrong.

-Stripes everywhere.

-And stripes aren't bad, just very harmful to your eyes. The darkness of the house did not help either.

-"Hello? My dog kinda ran in here." No answer which was not helping your anxiety.

-Meanwhile in the attic Lydia, Beej, and his clones would be planning on more ways to scare people when a dog comes running into their meeting.

-"Lydia I didn't know you had a dog?" He would pick up the little doggie and play with it. "I used to have one made of bones, named scraps but we don't need to talk about that!"

-That's because I don't have a dog." The two would examine the tag and see that it belonged to you.

-"Should we send it back with a little scary message?!" Beetlejuice would be so excited.

-"No, I actually don't mind this neighbor. They're kinda the only living person I like in this town."

-That's when the two realize that you are downstairs asking about your dog. They would race down and Beej would be genuinely glad that he didn't scare you.

-"Now this is nice." He almost started to rub his nipples in front of you when Lydia snapped him back.

-"The dog?"

-"Oh yeah!" He would hand the doggie over to you and obviously be checking you out.

-"Okay then, welcome to the neighborhood…" You spaced out not knowing their names.

-"Oh I'm Lydia!" The teen quickly waves as the very alternative man in front of you would wink.

-"You can call me anything you want babes."

[tropicalfreckles]

Friends Again CH 1

Hey guys, decided I’d post this here, too! An obvious Disclaimer beforehand, B**TLEB*BES DNI MASTER LIST found here

Now then. I started writing this about two months or so ago, had the idea in my head from the first time I watched the musical. The first two chapters didn’t have anyone beta reading it, and my writing is super rusty since I haven’t posted fanfiction online in 10 years until now. Here’s the quick summary from AO3! Rating: M (for body horror mentions. other than that the content would be T for the cursing)

Warnings: Body Horror, Blood, they talk about how Lydia impaled Beej, some violence, at some point they will brush up on Beej’s child abuse from Juno (though it won’t be detailed), Bug eating, Beej pervs on the Maitlands just a little, Lot of cursing. (i’ll add more warning tags if you guys give me a heads up about anything I missed!)

Characters: Lydia Deetz, Charles Deetz, Delia Deetz, Adam Maitland, Barbara Maitland, Beetlejuice & a few OCs made for the fic along with the introduction of my demon BJ oc, Antares!

Summary:  It had been months since her face off against the ghost with the most, it ending on a very mixed note for Lydia. But, the events won't leave her dreams, and she is slowly coming to terms with her suffering from trauma because of her actions. Would it lead to her confronting them, and in turn, seeing the source of it all once more?

(fic in read more)

 Eight long months had passed since Lydia finally decided to open herself up more to her father again. Along with accepting Delia as being apart of their new, weird, happier family. Lydia definitely saw the Maitlands as part of that family with how much they've done to help her, her father and her recently made step-mother. She would've been surprised with how fast those two had gotten married after the engagement if it wasn't for the whole near death experience by angry demon thing. They figured after that life was short, especially compared to the Maitlands and got married only a few months after they finally were settled in. Unfortunately for poor Lydia, the nightmares she had after her clash with her demon ex-friend still clung to her. They started about two weeks after everything happened. It was enough time for Lydia to let things sink in about what they did and even if he deserved it, how she killed a person. They happened almost every night, then every other night, and by month four had stopped. Then the month after they started up again and even though Delia tried her hardest, she just couldn't help with Lydia's mental health deteriorating again. So she began to see a family therapist. She had to leave out some details for obvious reasons and changed the story a little, but it was only helping so much. Every time she would recount the nightmare in vivid detail to her therapist.

 'Everything around her was distorted, like it was the inside of a funhouse mirror. The colors around her varied from a mix of eerie, bright and ghoulish colors to more monotone colors blending into each other. Her heart was thumping into her chest as everyone played the part that she had given them. I'm doing the right thing, he won't stop. He's a demon so it's okay! That's all she was able to think about to justify her actions. The joy of being alive after their 'green card' marriage soon came crashing down onto the dirty recently revived Beetlejuice as he went off on one of his tangents. Going on about the mixed emotions of humans that were overwhelming him all at once. He started getting a look in his eyes, going straight to murderous thoughts just as she knew he would. Her breathing picks up as she grabs onto the broken piece of rebar from the poor taste of art that her father hands to her. She fixes her footing and screams as she plunges the make-shift weapon through the back of the demon, screaming as she used all the force she could muster. Everything becomes distorted around her after that; everyone else becoming shapeless blobs. Except for the dying Beetlejuice who stares off like he's gazing at an unknown force. In typical fashion he cracks a joke with his dying breathe. The blobs were all shocked at the action until Lydia told them why she did it. They started to move in an off-putting way to get ready to be rid of him when he would rise as the recently deceased.

Before it could play out just as it did in reality everything went black around her. Terrifying mouths appeared into the view everywhere she looked. The adrenaline that spiked when she stabbed him now was replaced from anxiety to dread as blood poured out from the mouths. Their laughter echoed with twisted and distorted voices. The blood swallowed up the demon before her. She tried to wade through the blood in vain trying to reach him as fear engulfied her.

"No... NO! Beetlejuice-!"

It's not supposed to be like this; he's supposed to go back to the netherworld, he's supposed to be okay! Everyone is supposed to be okay! She reached out, crying out his name in an attempt to save him,

"Beetlejuice!" She saw his body surface in the sea of crimson. It was carrying him further and further from her as her dress became heavier with every passing second. Blood coated her face as she kept an outstretched arm to try and grab onto him.

A cackle echoes from the darkness as a giant hand pulled him out of the blood, belonging to a woman she only was briefly introduced to. It was his mother, the head demon in charge of the more bureaucratic side of the Netherworld. Juno. His body is still, lifeless now, his hair color changed to a purpleish-blue.

" BEETLEJUICE !" She screams one last time. A giant sand worm jumps out of Juno's mouth and eats both the demon she cried out for, and herself. Then she wakes up.'

 Well, at least she would partly tell the truth. She left out a lot of key details from her nightmare when talking about it, such as marrying a centuries or millennia old demon as a green card thing to bring him back to life. About ghosts in general. Lydia had to switch many things around, along with the murder. The story changed to her having a horrible fight with an old friend who she 'stabbed him in the back'. More metaphorically than in actuality being physically. Talking about her trauma to anyone outside of the family was really difficult. Which is why she didn't see the point to seeing a therapist in the first place. Thankfully most of the facts could be turned into metaphors with some hoop jumping. She finally got the story 'straight' with her family prior to opening up. What she would tell the therapist is she betrayed a friend who had mental health problems and was threatening her family. She told them she called the cops on him and made it out that his abusive mother beat the shit out of him. Then shipped him off to military school instead of him going to juvey. The therapist took the strange nightmares she would have as a vivid imagination of her guilt of betraying someone she thought as her friend before. She wasn't even that close to him, they only spent a few days together and she was more focused on seeing her mother again. Yet killing the man is something that made her stomach turn when she thought about it again. It was different than the thrill of scaring people with him from before. Sure he was 'fine' in the sense of he was just back to square one of being a ghost and a demon again. However she still took something away from him that was bigger than she thought before. Life. Even if it did make him go crazy after being alive for less than five minutes.

 He didn't seem too bothered by it when he left following his melodramatic farewells. After feeding his scary mother to a giant sandworm of course. He seemed a little happier, even. Unfortunately she never really got true closure. Sure she gave him a small hug, even though that was a little hard because he smelled so bad. It was probably his clothes since the man looked like he never washed a thing in his life. After a two months of seeing them, her therapist suggested that maybe all she wants is closure to her traumatic experience. The therapist didn't recommend actually going to visit her 'friend' in case it would be too overwhelming for her. A phone call or something was suggested if she thought she wanted to talk to him. Tell him how much of a jerk he was before and how he took things too far. Tell him how she felt bad about the way she ended things. That was going to be complicated though for a number of reasons.

One, even if she did want to go back to the Netherworld which she definitely didn't. It was just like when she had her realization it would take possibly eternity to find her mother. What luck would she have finding Beetlejuice? Two, even though she saw him comically swing his mother's torn leg around after he took her out. What's to say she still wasn't 'existing' and back running the netherworld's social services for the dead. Or whatever it was she did. She didn't want to come face to face with that horrid woman again. She wasn't even sure if demons could die still and she had to have been a demon just like Beetlejuice. Sure she got eaten but once again she could've somehow came back. Three, her family would NEVER let her go back in there. Four was the most important though; did she even want to see him again? Could she even see him again? He certainly wouldn't want to after what happened. Even if they left on neutral terms he might be feeling a bit miffed that she stabbed him in the back. He was still a demon.

 "Feelings are stupid." Lydia groaned, flopping on top of her bed dramatically as she gave a deep sigh. She had just gotten back from another appointment and curled up on the bed.

  "I can't believe I miss when Delia would be the one 'life coaching' me. I shouldn't feel guilty for what happened; he deserved it. He was going to kill dad, possibly everyone. He tricked me into almost exorcising Barbara!" Lydia wrinkled her nose, kicking at the air with her legs as she grabbed onto her pillow then tore at it a little."That big, smelly jerk."

 She sniffled a little then buried her face into the pillow. Why should she care. He only ever cared about his powers and about himself. Even if he stood up for her and saved her from his crappy mom. Who only was there because she ran into the Netherworld and abandoned everyone. In hopes of seeing her mom again. She wasn't at fault, though; it was just a big mess.

  "Lydia sweetie, are you okay?" A concerned voice came from behind her door with a gentle knock following it.

  "Is it okay if I come in?" Lydia lifted her head from the pillow then looked to the door. She gave a one shoulder shrug.

 "Only if you want to, Barbara." She shifted, rolling onto her back as she stared up at the ceiling. Barbara phased through the door deciding she would practice on her ghostly abilities some more. Even if she still felt it a bit rude to not use the door. She walked over to the bed, then sat down on the edge of it while reaching out to gently stroke Lydia's head.

  "How was your appointment honey?" She gave the sweetest, caring smile she could muster for the young girl as Lydia blew one of her bangs out of her face.

 "Was okay, I guess; I don't know why I still have to go to these.." The goth teen closed her eyes, finding it soothing in a way to feel the cold fingers of her friend comforting her. Barbra quirked a brow at her, then stopped for a moment as she gently patted Lydia's head in response.

  "Are you still having those nightmares?" Lydia inhaled deeply before sitting up as she swung her legs around.

 "...yes." She spoke softly, just barely above a whisper as her gaze cast downwards. Barbara inched closer to her then wrapped an arm around the girl's shoulders.

  "Oh, Lydia. I know that man was awful. Yet, I understand if you feel bad for him. I still.. really do not like him. Although I hope he's found peace in whatever he is doing now, in the Netherworld. Even if I will never forgive him." A frown creased the lips of the ghostly woman as she knit her brows. "I'm just glad he left on his own at least. Only good thing he did while he was here. Besides saving you." She sighed then gave a shake of her head. Lydia looked up at her while playing with the ends of her lacy black dress.

 "I know.. he. I mean, he wasn't.. I don't know. He's a jerk, yeah, a real asshole. But, I think he did care about us, even if it was a little. Scaring people with him was fun, I just didn't.. want him to kill my dad. Even if I was mad at him. Upset. I know now dad acted the way he did because he was hurting as much as I was. He just masked his grief differently than I did. But, I hated the tantrum Beetlejuice made. I didn't want him to hurt you or Adam." Lydia gently moved her hand over Barbara's hand, eyes softening a bit. Barbara moved her hand away from Lydia, opting to gently grab her cheek.

  "You put too much on your shoulders, sweetie. You're a good kid. You were so brave.. we should've been the ones to protect you, though. Not the other way around. You know I don't hold anything against you for what happened. Adam and I should've not put our trust in Beetlejuice in the first place. What we should've done was shooed him away. But we were just so desperate. Losing everything in such a short amount of time." She moved her hand away, resting both of them now in her lap as she stared down at the floor. "Gosh. I wish I became more assertive sooner. At least now if anything like that happens again, we'll be better about it." She looked back to Lydia, giving her a comforting smile. Lydia nodded to her in response.

 "Well, you don't have to worry about me. I'm not gonna make any more deals with demons I barely know again." Lydia snorted. Barbara gave a small chuckle as she bumped her shoulder.

  "I hope you mean any deals ever again."

 "Eh, we'll see." Lydia snickered, Barbara giving her a small scowl of disapproval.

  "Lydia." Lydia laughed, then gave Barbara a hug.

 "Okay, okay. I really need a nap now." She let go then smiled up at Barbara. The woman took the hint, getting up after giving a small wave. She turned around then phased through the door once more. Lydia kicked her combat boots off her feet, then got up and walked over to the door. She locked it just for some privacy and moved back over to the bed, jumping on it. A nap.. another nightmare? Her expression soured as she stared out to the window of her bedroom. The sky was cloudy, dark grays and purples covering every bit of the bright blue endless sky. She shifted her gaze to the mirror that was on the other side of her room. Reason number four. It would be crazy. She shouldn't even try. How could she be so sure that she could even summon him if he was in the Netherworld. It would be safer to try that than going back into it. Wrapping her arms around herself, her mind was battling all the possibilities of things that could go wrong. A thought occurred to her as she remembered the handbook for the recently deceased. She still had the copy Beetlejuice gave her. Maybe there was a chapter about how to deal with a demon besides marrying them and killing them. Hopping off the bed, she ran to her dresser, digging around in the bottom one. Just as she left it; under her old clothes she never wore anymore. Taking it out, she sat on the ground then began sifting through the pages. A faint glow coming from each one.

 'This is crazy, what am I doing.' Lydia thought to herself after looking through a couple of chapters, sighing as she began to close the book. She couldn't endanger everyone. She didn't want to put them through.. hm. Hold on. Her eyes flickered as she noticed a color change in a page, big red letters spelling out the name of a new chapter. DEMONS, and how to handle them. Her fingers smoothed over the page as he brought the book into her lap once more.

  "You can summon special demons by chanting their name three times, without breaking the pattern. If your demon guide however is unhelpful, and causing more problems than you need. You can send them back by chanting their name once more. Three times, unbroken..."

 Her eyes widen as she bit her lip. If it was in this book, then it had to work, right? This was given to the recently deceased to help them after all. She thought back to after everything happened with Beetlejuice, remembering her dad now having crosses around the house even if that didn't really work when he used it before. However he had also acquired holy water and given Lydia some as a precaution. She thought it was silly, since back then she had no reason to believe Beetlejuice would come back. Now that she was faced with a new option, however. She slid the dresser drawer back in place, keeping the book tucked under her arm. She walked over to her bookshelf and pulled down a squirt gun that her dad had poured the holy water in. Would this actually work? If it didn't it probably would either piss Beetlejuice off or make him laugh at her. Or both. Either way she still liked the security of it. Maybe he'll be too entertained by her squirting him with holy water to hurt her or the others. Holding this in her hand meant that this was real. She was really going to do this. Walking over to her curtains, she closed them quickly. Lydia then went to her phone on the nightstand then picked it up. She turned the Bluetooth on, changing the volume of her music to the max. It wasn't uncommon for Lydia to listen to her music loudly some times. A good excuse to cover up whatever noise the demon would bring; the others wouldn't question it. Her dad wouldn't be home for a little while longer so she didn't need to worry about him. He was the only person who was ever bothered by her listening too loud.

 "Alright.. you can do this, Lydia. Just. Just one quick conversation can work for closure, right? Right. This isn't the dumbest thing you ever did at all. Besides summoning him the first time.." She tossed the book on the bed, then held up her squirt gun. It might not even work, so that would be good. Right? This is just an empty attempt. Whatever it took to reassure herself she wasn't going to get killed. Sitting down on the end of her bed, she stared out at the mirror. Okay. You can do this, Lydia Deetz.

 "Beetlejuice.." Everything seemed normal so far. Just the sound of her music, nothing eerie whatsoever. There was a chill however she felt against her neck, though she figured it was just her nerves.

 "Beetlejuice." A gust of wind started knocking hard at her window. It had to have been the oncoming storm. Just another coincidence. Or so she thought. Her music started to change songs at a frequent pace. Shit. This was really happening. Was he really going to come? She gripped her squirt gun, gritting her teeth. She couldn't show fear. Lydia refused to let him have the upper-hand.

 "Beetlejuice!"

[hoodoo12]

Festival (29/30)

@beejiesbitch @turtlepated @clairjohnson @go-commander-kim @memedemonhours @monsterlovinghours @yankyo @edosunshine @saucymangos @beetlebitchywitch

Dawn is on the horizon.

At the sound of approaching hoofbeats, Ollie scrambled to BJ’s ankle, hugging it. The brownie, pressed into service by holding the pilfered jelly cakes but ignored during the last bit of time, followed suit and snuck behind his foot as if to make sure he wasn’t trampled by the larger being approaching. Although distracted by Jessie’s return to his shoulder, he held her in place and stooped to pick up the leprechaun. The brownie gibbered something intelligible in a high pitched warble, and Ollie asked if he could be picked up too. Still riding high from vicarious pleasure provided by Jessie, BJ rolled his eyes but complied even as he groused, “I am not a taxi!” The flurry of kisses from Jessie and a for-his-ears-only tease that he was a big softie made him scowl but he couldn’t keep it up for long and the expression morphed into a half smile. Ollie’s kisses in thanks to his bare skin didn’t make as much impression on him, but his lover’s continued joy of her pet and now the brownie did sand down his prickly edges. “Almost dawn. No more Beltane,” Ollie told them, pointing towards the brightening sky.

“You gonna be able to get us home, or are you too exhausted from fucking the night away?” “Too tired. Big bastard do it himself,” the tiny fey replied, somehow finding a way to actually lay down. It took a second for BJ to realize the leprechaun was joking. Jessie laughed and hugged him, and the ugly little brownie too, who skipped in place while still managing to hold the jelly cakes steady. It pained him to admit it, even to himself, but he was glad Ollie had a good night. He also knew that there was a better than average chance that Jessie was going to say she wanted that brownie to come home with them, and he was personally so blissed out he wasn’t sure if he could deny her.

Carmen could barely keep her eyes open. Her entire body, not just her groin, felt sore. She trembled in random small jerks, her throat was raw from crying out, her eyes felt dry. Her lower belly, stretched with come, ached. As much deep desire as she’d had to be filled, that feeling was drifting away and it didn’t seem like such a substantial loss that Beej’s come was leaking out of her. She let him hold and pamper her, pressing a kiss to him and keeping hold on one of his hands, but did turn her head when she heard his clone’s voice.

She’d heard the hoofbeats but hadn’t expected to be greeted by an imposing centaur with a hide so glossy it shone even in the pale light of dawn. What drew her gaze more was the clone’s appearance, from her flower-studded locks to her distended belly; she gasped and held a hand out to her. “Oh my god--you’re gorgeous!” she exclaimed.

“A true representation of a fertility goddess,” Eve agreed. The witch had approached silently. BJ looked up to see this short newcomer, who seemed completely comfortable in the presence of not only fey and a centaur, but two specters as well. “That’s what I told her,” Kadus confirmed, drawing his hands over Pink’s skin from shoulder to heavy breasts, to her belly and thighs. “She says I’ve been kind, but no one else here was as attentive to my needs. I’ve been honored she chose me as a partner.” Carmen asked Beej to let her stand. He complied. The flood of come as he finally pulled out made her inner thighs slick and the ground below her wet--the last imps brave enough to try and beat the sun immediately lapped at the ground for a last taste. She held onto him to steady herself; her knees were weak as she reached for his female clone too. Her hands slid along her belly as well. The small pink flowers in her pubic hair trembled and lightly Carmen brushed over them too, although it was more in awe with no overt sexual undertone. She was finally able to drag her eyes back to the centaur who obviously was just as enthralled. “It’s nice to meet you, Kadus,” Carmen said. “Thank you for being so open to a lover who isn’t, well, alive.” It was hard to express how happy it made her that Beej’s clone, and essentially him, found acceptance and pleasure. “As I said, I was honored. I will admit I am not overly familiar with specters and their ilk, so I am grateful that she approached me. If she was ever permitted to come to visit me, she’d be treated as treasured guest.” He looked to Beej as he finished, with understanding he was her original and had the control. “Kadus. There isn’t much time left.” The minotaur who’d approached Carmen several times through the evening called from near the bonfire. The centaur raised a hand in acknowledgment and whispered to Pink, “I have to go. Thank you, ροζ goess μου, for tonight. You’ve fulfilled me and look as though you’re carrying my child, which makes this festival mean even more to me. I hope to see you again.”

Jessie looked over the massive centaur and the pink-haired ghost with all her flowers and vines, looking every bit like fertility personified. Her heart fluttered a little in her chest at how beautiful and different they were from everything else she had seen that night. She vaguely wondered if her touch was strong enough to get off a partner that large . . . she glanced at BJ and smirked. A mental image of him in that shape, though allowing him his black and white stripes along the lower torso and limbs.

She turned her attention back to Ollie and the little brownie who'd been so sweet as to help him bring the cakes she'd wanted. Sincerely hoping that they would affect BJ the way they had her and Ollie, she hugged both of the smaller creatures affectionately, enjoying being their size for the moment to show her appreciation in a way that soon she wouldn't be able to anymore. She had no qualms with hugging and holding Ollie's smaller form, but found full-body hugs far more satisfying.

"Thank you again, honey. Tonight was wonderful, and I'm glad you shared part of your life with us. I've never been anywhere like this before, done anything quite like this before."

She kissed his lips one more time, cupping his cheeks as she did so, though the kiss wasn't sloppy or impassioned, but soft and sweet.

"And thank you, too baby. For letting this night happen, for indulging and letting yourself unwind a little."

She leaned to kiss his skin, aching impatiently to be her usual size again if only to kiss him properly. Of course, the desire to give him sweet relief, to take him and be claimed again was the most engulfing of her urges. The desire to simply kiss and hold and touch him the way she was used to was equally potent, and she hoped he could feel the distinction between her yearning for him with her body and with her heart.

All at once, she recalled that Eve seemed to know the man who tried to capture Ollie - and Eve was present. She looked her way and with some concentration she spoke to her.

"Hello, again. Thank you so much for running off that asshole earlier- I was wondering if you could tell me generally where he stays? Just . . . worried about a recurrence."

Beej gave a soft hiss as his sensitive tip slipped from Carmen's tight heat, and quickly focused on returning his cock to its typical size and shape. As much as he was pleased to fuck his lover with any number of genitals, he knew he would be most comfortable with the body he was familiar with.

He held her steady as she reached out for his clone, who reached out to take her hand, smiling happily and blushing at being complimented so. Kadus' large, warm hands roaming her body so tenderly made her smile and blush more deeply, and the descriptions of her form made her giggle softly.

"Yer all too sweet," she murmured, feeling the color deepen in her face and hair. Having so many eyes on her was for once rather pleasant.

She looked palpably saddened when the minotaur reminded Kadus that their time to leave had come. His words about her being welcome made her heart ache, and Beej could see the expression on her face. He knew that feeling on sight, and immediately sought to offer some consolation.

With a snap of his fingers, one of his metallic pink beetles appeared. He looked at one of the larger flowers she'd sprouted and the plastic shifted shape to resemble the blossom instead. A soft black cord protruded from the plastic to allow the centaur to wear or hang it if he chose, and it floated to him.

He looked to Carmen and asked, "Are we riding with Eve to get home? Might be a little bit until we're back at the crypt . . . if you wanted to wait to put me away, she'd technically have as long as you allow before she'd be pulled back into me."

Pink looked startled and hopeful, glancing between Carmen and Kadus.

"You mean . . . I could walk him home, sorta?" she asked almost bashfully. "I'd be back the moment ya say the word three times... I'd like to see, if . . . if it's alright with you."

She looked between them, clearly addressing both.

Carmen was as surprised as Beej’s female clone looked; it hadn’t occurred to her that she had any power to dictate his clones. If it was something the clone, and essentially Beej, wanted, she wouldn’t deny the chance, but had no clue how any of that worked. She looked to her cousin for guidance.

Suddenly the center of attention by both the woman who somehow had made herself so small--a woman who’s aura was an odd and unsettling combination of dark sooty swirls that looked attached to her like tar, and an unearthly light that glimmered randomly and had a beckoning pull; Eve made a mental note to speak to her privately, but only after she’d meditated and wove protective spells around herself--asking her about Andy and her cousin’s unspoken but clear deference to Beej’s clone’s situation, Eve gave herself a shake to center herself.

She hoped Jessie understood the clone’s situation was more pressing. With a nod to Jessie that she’d heard the question, she turned her attention to Kadus, the clone he’d taken as a partner, and Beej. “I don’t know how crossing over into another plane would work, once dawn truly breaks,” she cautioned. “The doors are open because of the night, and seal afterward. Usually once they’re closed, they don’t open again until another night of power, which may be Samhain, or it may be a full year from now. “I have heard that some cross the barriers on their own, but it takes powerful magic or an intimate knowledge of where doors may be located to do so. Beej, you’re unique, so I’m not sure if your name . . . curse supercedes all that.” She took a breath before continuing. “Would you be prepared to accept that she would be missing from you if she doesn’t cross back?” The witch didn’t want to sound dire, but she wanted to impress that this was an unprecedented situation, and to understand what the consequences may be. As her cousin spoke, laying out that she simply didn’t know, Carmen’s hold on her lover tightened. Although she loved that clone, she realized it wasn’t truly her decision. She’d support Beej; if he didn’t want to risk losing that part of his personality, that was fine. If he wanted to let her try and let the chips fall where they may, that was fine too. Despite Kadus still holding her, Carmen reached forward to take her hand, squeezing it too.

While her cousin and Beej conferred with his clone and the centaur, Eve turned her attention to the taller specter and the little people hitching a ride on his shoulders. “I heard what you said,” he told her. “If we take this one home--” He jerked a thumb at the brownie that had taken a seat, holding two jelly cakes and watching everything with bright eyes, beside the leprechaun she recognized.

“--it ain’t gonna get back to where it’s supposed to be either, huh?” The mild resignation in his gravelly voice made her smile. “No, brownies have a little different kind of power. He can go where he wants, and there are ways to permanently banish him,” the witch answered truthfully. She reached upward and stroked the little being’s back. “I’d recommend just politely asking him to go, though. You don’t want bad luck.” The other specter made a noise halfway between a snort and a chuckle, and Eve saw the woman pinch him lightly as she whispered something to him.

“As for your question . . .” she said, addressing the woman directly, “Andy is . . . well, Andy. He has raw power and could be a pillar of strength in a coven, but he prefers to eskew tradition. That isn’t frowned upon--we don’t have hard and fast rules about what people must or must not do. He is not above reproach, however, and the little stunt he pulled earlier wasn’t unnoticed.”

BJ shifted his gaze between Jessie and this witch. “What little stunt? Is this what you were talking about earlier, beautiful, with some asshole grabbing Ollie? Who is this guy?” This ghost reminded her slightly of Beej, but gave off a darker vibe. Eve wasn’t sure if she liked his piqued, angrier interest. “Andy’s a solitary warlock with some superiority issues,” she clarified.

BJ lowered his head in thought for a moment. “There was a guy who saw me and Ollie once, and followed you in that store--remember, baby? He showed a little too much interest in Ollie--” Eve interrupted. “We’ll have a chat with him.” She tried to be forceful, but didn’t miss the look he and the woman shared. They’d obviously been partners for a while, well in tune with each other, trading unspoken thoughts like that. A ‘chat’ wasn’t what was going through their minds.

In an effort to shift the conversation, she gestured towards the branch outside the clearing that he’d draped his suit over and said, “That incubus is finally gone. You should get your clothes and have Ollie take you back home.”

tbc . . .

[oosteven-universe]

Champions #66

Champions #66 Heroic Publishing 2017 Written by Dennis Mallonee Pencilled by J. Adam Walters & Renato Siragusa Inked by J. Adam Walters & Kirill Scaliro Coloured & Lettered by Dick O’Malley     I am a fan of Heroic Publishing and that’s not a secret. They might not publish a large amount of titles but what they do put out is as entertaining as anything else out there if not more so. This issue is a perfect example of that it has some nice strong storytelling and interior artwork that you can’t help to enjoy. Dennis is an excellent storyteller and his use of structure and dialogue here to create this easy ebb & flow of the story is really nice to see.     Our first feature begins with Olga and Jimmy Dooley having dinner. I’ll say this much the dialogue here is utterly fantastic and for obvious reasons it makes Olga sound like she’s going off her rocker and jealous of her other self. It should also be noted that while Sparkplug is blonde Olga her alter ego wears a raven haired wig in her day to day life. Which should also be noted that her day job is owning a flower shoppe.  Seriously the characterisation here is out of this world and I laughed and giggled my way through it. As far as openings go this one was extremely fun to experience and sets the stage beautifully for what’s to come.     One of the things I love about this universe is that the Greek gods somehow end up at some point in time being modelled after the heroines. Athena was made out Olga, or Sparkplug and Hermia who we get to see in all her glory here was made from a piece of Icicle’s soul. I like how they all intertwine with each other in such complicated and almost incestuous ways. So when Hermia crashes the party and Jimmy and Olga confront her it’s fun to see his reaction to all this. The interactions here just cannot be beat and if you remember the old Blue & Gold partnership and appreciated the humour in that then you are going to flip your lid over this!     The way the characters are depicted, especially the gods, with their openly wanton sexual desires or flirtations depending on who’s talking is utterly fabulous! Hermia may have the face of a comely one but she’s got the body of a stripper and the confidence of one to boot. I mean even being that way with Daddy well that’s something!     Still I can’t wait to see more of this development between Jimmy and Olga. I may not be an expert, except sabotaging my own relationships, but it seems that all this drama is being overblown by Olga and she’s yet to reconcile her two identities into one person.     J. Adam has a very good, strong sense of style and the work he does here is spectacular! His linework and attention to detail here makes me so very happy and enhance my enjoyment of the story. The use of page layouts with the angles and perspective we see in the panels show off a great eye for storytelling. I do wish he used more backgrounds because every panel with them is so much better for it. Still the work he does on the faces and the expressions and such are magnificent. Oh and thanks for making Zeus as hairy as can be he’s woofalicious!     In the second story we see another story featuring Olga only this is one is from her past. At least it feels that way to me. I say this because her characterisation is much different than in the previous story and that makes me wonder. I mean the young man this one features while only being fourteen says she’s only sixteen which from her body standpoint I dunno if I buy that. Still they were childhood friends and were eight years old together and as such got married, not for real of course but as children are wont to do.     I think it’s a cute story of a boy who refuses to give up the love of his young life. It also shows us that perhaps the hero community is smaller than we think. After all Donald Hunter shows up with Jimmy’s sister Beej, or the Sensational G-Girl at the Opera. It really is a cute story, it gives us a nice look at some characters so we know the circles they run in are pretty small.     The interiors here are nice and the linework much lighter than in the previous story. Still there is also some nice attention to detail here that makes the creativity and imagination in bringing the story of the Opera to life extremely nice to see. The way page layouts are used and how we see the angles and perspective are nice done.     Overall I really like the two story format of these books. While we don’t usually get a double dose of a character I’ll gladly take it time and again. This really does remind me of the books of my youth and how the multiple stories in each issue gave these great looks at individual characters that sometimes don’t get enough solo attention. There is an honest joy to the work that is done here by it’s creators that shines like diamond in the sky. Which is why time and again I choose Heroic Publishing’s books.

[ghanaspiritualecho]

10 Ways to Strengthen and Protect Your Spiritual Magnetism

10 Ways to Strengthen and Protect Your Spiritual Magnetism

We affect others by our magnetism and they affect us with theirs. It is vitally important to understand the principles of magnetism, how they can be used for our own and others’ benefit, and how to protect ourselves against harmful magnetism. Below are a few ways to strengthen your own magnetism and avoid taking on others’ negative magnetism.

If negative influences come to you unsolicited, remember: They may have been sent to help you grow stronger in yourself. A hothouse plant grows larger and more luxuriant than its cousins out of doors, exposed as they are to wind, rain, and cold, but it has less stamina. What I am saying about magnetism, then, mustn’t make you cowardly. Take it only as a reminder to be prudent.

1. Have a satsang. Satsang (good company) is almost as important on the path as meditation itself. Mix more with spiritually minded people. Tune in consciously to their vibrations. As you draw from others, so give love and appreciation in return.

Satsang is important for another reason also: When spiritually inclined people get together, especially for meditation, they increase the magnetism of everyone involved. Yogananda called this phenomenon “the law of invisible vibratory exchange.”

2. Meditate. If you know you are going to be exposed to tamasic [darkening, heavy] vibrations, take the time to meditate beforehand. Then harmonize the vibrations of your heart. Next, consciously emanate peaceful vibrations outward from your heart center to your environment. For human energy has two modes of expression; one of them is giving, the other, receiving or absorbing. If you can consciously enter the giving mode, you will find yourself much less affected by outside influences, whether good or bad.

3. Chant. Mentally chant, according to the sincere call of your heart: for example, “I am Thine. Be Thou mine,” or, less personally, “I am light. I am love. I am a fountain of unending peace!”

Send the heart’s energy upward to the point between the eyebrows. Feel yourself surrounded and embraced by the divine light.

4. Chant AUM TAT SAT. In the privacy of your meditation room, place your arms down at your side. Then, mentally chanting AUM, bring them upward, straight out to the side, with your palms up, until you join the palms high above the head. Mentally create an aura of upward-moving light around your body.

Extend your arms before you, your palms touching. Then move them out and around your body in a broad circle until the palms or fingers touch once again behind your back.

Mentally, while repeating this process, chant, “AUM-TAT-SAT.” (The as in TAT-SAT are pronounced short, with an “uh” sound: “TUT-SUT.”) [This mantra is the Hindu equivalent of the Christian Trinity: AUM means the Cosmic Sound or Holy Ghost; TAT, the Kutastha Chaitanya or Christ Consciousness; and SAT, the Father aspect of God, the Spirit beyond all vibration.] Repeat this process at least three times. After you’ve finished it, feel yourself surrounded by that protective vibration.

5. Withdraw your energy. Try not to look into the eyes of, or shake hands with, people whose vibrations are negative. This avoidance may prove a little socially awkward at times so I don’t insist on it, but I should state that these are two of the strongest ways by which magnetism is exchanged between people. (This is one little-known reason for the palms-folded greeting, the namaskar, which Indians customarily use in place of the handshake.)

6. Bring a spiritual bodyguard. When you find that you must enter a disharmonious environment, keep a spiritual “bodyguard” with you: someone who is on the same spiritual wavelength as you, to help keep your magnetism strong.

7. Block their energy. If you feel yourself under psychic attack from anyone, use your thumb to place a cross of blue light mentally on the attacker. Do it with sufficient will power, and harmful energy will be unable to reach you, but will return to its sender.

Direct good energy along with the blocking energy, that your attacker be cured of his anger. A mantra to repeat in such circumstances is “AUM hreeng kleeng Krishnaya namaha.” (The first a in Krishnaya is pronounced as in our “ah.” The other as are pronounced as in “uh.”)

8. Listen to uplifting music. One of the best ways of surrounding yourself with good vibrations is to listen to or play uplifting music.

9. Spend time with saints. Most important of all, try to keep the company of saints. They will help you, even from a distance, by their subtle magnetic influence. If you know no such people, read their lives; visit places where they have lived; mix with those who knew them. If possible, listen to recordings of their voices.

10. Develop your own magnetism. Be conscious, above all, of your own developing magnetism. Feel it surrounding you as you walk, flowing through you as you converse with others. Expand it to the people in your vicinity; include them in your aura.

The more you act as a channel of blessing to others, the more you yourself will be blessed. Your magnetism will be enhanced, and your efforts to reach God greatly accelerated.

Meditation Exercise

Set the photograph of some great saint or master before you. Not a painting, merely: a photograph. Gaze intently into his or her eyes. Attune yourself to the magnetism you feel there.

After some time, close your eyes in meditation and try to feel a response in your heart. Feel yourself bathed and uplifted by that person’s superconsciousness.

Then pray deeply: “Draw me closer to God.”

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Thank you for this instruction.

awesome article

thank you so very much, so much help and at the right time, of course :) Blessings to you, love and joy thank you :)

what is the meaning of sanskrit mantra word ( kleeng) IN HINDI LANGUAGE?

Nabha CosleyMay 6, 2015 at 11:38 amReply

Hi Gaurav, I’m afraid I don’t know! But it isn’t necessary to know the meaning of the words for them to have power. That’s the way mantras work — the words themselves can bring about the change you want. It’s not an intellectual thing.

But you could search Google for the answer. Not knowing Sanskrit though, I can’t answer myself.

I think by Kleeng he means Klim the seed mantra, it is just pronounced Kleeng. I do not know Sanskrit but am familiar that seed mantras include Klim, Hhim, Eim and Shrim.

Sit near water or near alone forest pray before Jesus. God will break all bondage

ya diana you are right klim word taken by this mantra om aim hring kleeng aim – power of goddess saraswati hring- power of goddess laxmi kleeng – power of kali and dear nabha don’t afraid, take right guide i hope uderstand all of you because my english is weak – Good bye

Kleeng is a (beej)seed mantra of lord Krishna.beej mantra or seed mantra is a form of god in just one letter word.beej mantras has immense power in them to uplift you.these beej mantras when combined with other simple mantras,those simple mantras become more powerful…I.e.om kleeng krishnaye namah..om ayeng saraswatye namah.etc..hope this answers ur questions..

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