winchester27 · 9 months ago
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I slept for ONE DAY and I come back to a literal hell fire of crushed Buddie hopes and whatever the fuck was said at the TCA 😭
SOMEONE FILL ME IN
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theproblemcallednight · 1 year ago
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ur hostess is in pieces
alr y’all. the final wungo wednesday. i’m not exaggerating when i say this ep broke me
quick intermission before we start: this is in two parts bc there’s a lot in this ep. i split it roughy halfway through the ep
also this is a rewatch so some of my initial feelings r gone, but i’m doing the commentary based on my initial reactions so that’s why i double back in my opinions
obvi spoilers for bsd anime and manga, y’all know this, time to go cry
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aww we don’t get the op song? buts it’s so good
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ah yes. aku u look lovely.
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bram by boiiii yessssssss. spit out the facts
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AYA NO. UR FATHER SAID WAIT LISTEN TO HIM PLZ PLZ PLZ PLZ
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JDJDJHHE AYA BABY :&:$$;$:783$
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he cares so much omfg my heart me brain by fucking life is gonna explode
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WAIT IT ACTUALLY CAME OUT???? AYAS ONLY LIKE 50 POUNDS THO. i think that’s a lil under 25 kg. BUT STILL HOW WAS THAT SMALL AMOUNT ENOUGH
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omg yes, fukuzawa is slaying so hard rn. go girl go. get this bitch
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YES. SAVE THE WORLD. LETS GO
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yo it’s mr russian man. he looks wonderful as ever. how’d he get out tho…
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fedya shut up. ur bc is complementing u admire how cute he is calling u “so damn awesome.” idc wat y’all say i will love nikolai till the day i die he’s so cute shdhdhdhjd
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see???? adorable clown man i wanna hug him
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ok present night here:
did anyone else thing this explanation was lame?? like cmon. i feel like this is a bones thing like asagiri would’ve done some rlly weird shit and then create another weirder character to make it work but it would work bc it’s bsd. y’know? idk @/ebiichan pointed a lot of plotholes out to me go check her out
ok back to live reaction past night
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i’m a simp but i mean. how could i not. jus look at him. jus look. he’s my lil cutie baby
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ok but fedyas face. bones what r u doing. u can draw pretty ppl ik that why won’t u let fedya have it
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who’s that man?????? shakespeare????
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EH?!!!??!! DAZ U PROMISED TO GET HIM GO GET HIM U BAFOON DONT LEAVE MY BOI TO ROT SIGMA PLZ COME BACK.
i jus drew u being badass cmon crome back i miss u 😢 😭😭
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does kolya not call fedya dos-kun in the anime? or is it jus this one time bc he’s so surprised???
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BRAM YOU’VE BEEN UN-SHISH KEBABED LES GOOOOOO
AYA U GOT A NEW FATHER
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omg ranpo fainted????? wat happened??? he seems off??
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ok this is rlly funny bc he didn’t even have to ask bram. like jus tell aya to ask him. he’s her father ofc he’d save the world for her
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omg
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OMG CHUU UR BACK I MISSED U SM!!! GUYS ITS NOT SOKOUKOVER. he’s so pretty omfg
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YES CHUU MY BOI. ily my smol king so glad to have u back djdjdjejdi
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ok guys look at fedya. he’s so pathetic. bones y did u make him so pathetic.
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oh he said sayonara? is it rlly forever? also prettyzai bc y not
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WAIT. IS HE ACTUALLY DEAD. NO FUCKING WAY RIGHT????
right present night is back for another segment:
i didn’t take a pic but fedyas last words were in latin. and they were the words that in the bible, jesus said 3 days before he got resurrected. so maybe fedyas gonna come back??? idk i’m delulu
and that concludes the end of the first segment!!! link to the next one below:
prt 2
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littledeathlittleghost · 7 days ago
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Intro !
Yo! Thought I’d do a pinned intro post since I’ve gotten a little more active :)
Table of contents:
General
Interests
Socials
DNI
Special Tags
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General Info
My IRL name is Ethan, but you can also call me Party or Ghost :)
8teen
Bi-gender so idgaf. Pronouns mean nothing to me
Taken by my wonderful boywife @nonsensesongsin12bars 💞💞💞
Taking on a career in videography and A/V production hopefully!
I make art, but I usually just post whatever I feel at the moment about the things I like. The program I use for art is IbispaintX.
I’m actually a vampire irl true story…
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Key :
Green = Special interest
Blue = Hyperfixation
Pink = Passive interest
NON music interests:
The Disastrous Life of Saiki K
Repo! The Genetic Opera
Bendy and the Ink Machine
Angel Beats!
Uncharted (games + movie)
Detroit: Become Human
Teen Beach Movie
Filmmaking
Any kind of horror or internet mystery
… Hamilton.
YouTuber Egos
Music related interests:
Ludo / The New Heathers
Beck
Jukebox the Ghost
Insane Clown Posse
Owl City
Fall Out Boy
Motion City Soundtrack
Will Wood (& The Tapeworms)
My Chemical Romance
NateWantsToBattle
OK Go
Panic! At The Disco
AJR
Treaty of Paris
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Where you can find me…:
Instagram art account: @/littledeathlittleghost
Instagram personal account: @/automaticbazootyy
Discord: @/quoththepartyguy (friend me!)
Twitter: @/deviltopayy (I barely post)
YouTube: @/SaturdayNightThunderbolt (this is where I’ll be posting my analog horror once it’s out!)
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DNI:
Basic DNI Like homophobes, transphobes, general assholes, ETC.
Anyone under 15 (you can obviously like posts and stuff but I don’t want to be your friend I’m sorry 💔)
People who ship inc3st? Even if it’s fictional??? I’ve seen a lot of that on this website it makes me really uncomfortable 😭
Overly political U.S. people (both ways. I don’t care which party you’re for, I don’t wanna hear it)
I think that’s about it but I’ll update with anything I think of in the future
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Special tags:
Been wanting to start getting more organized with my posts and reposts so I can actually find things in my account, so I’ll start tagging things appropriately
#art = art I’ve made :)
#yapfest = me ranting about something or another
#shiptalk = whenever I talk about a ship I like, it’ll be tagged with this (most likely also tagged with yapfest)
#PartyOCs = posts about my OCs or fan characters
#AUtalk = I like to come up with AUs and talk about them. Will also most likely be tagged with yapfest
#PartyIRL = Rare posts of my face or other aspects of my life
#NSFW = The rare occasion where I post something slightly suggestive. I will never post actual NSFW
Feel free to use my ask box for LITERALLY anything. Love you bye! :)
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j0kers-light · 3 months ago
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YO YO YOOO!!!! Hows life going, for me right now, life is… being life 🙄
I just had this thought of Y/N being a fashion designer and accidentally pinning the Joker while he’s being a model. Or Y/N making him a suit and he wears it while he’s burning Gotham. OHHH and then he gets mad at a goon for getting a speck of dirt on it 😈
also HAPPY NEW YEARSSS 🎉
His Lighthouse: Fit for a King (LedgerJoker x f!reader)
Fit for a King- Oneshot
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KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A CHAPTER UPDATE!
Happy embarrassingly late New Years @reneisance omg please don't hate me love! It’s only July and you've been waiting since January. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I'm so far behind on requests, I should be shot. BUT I’M GOOD FOR THE WAIT! I hope you enjoy this wonderful little oneshot and I sincerely hope that life is not getting to you still 🖤✨
taglist:
@blackreaderatrisk @twinkledinkle @clemdango04 @l3ejm @tears-of-amber @what-an-angel @darthjokerisyourfather @thatsnoteii @dollster @cheetahspy @kaidennnnn @urdariingdoll @motivation-idontknowher @insomniac-whack @spaghettificationandpretzels @reneisance @ninacutebee16 @carydorse @jaysmentalspace @she-could-never @that--thing @clowning--around
Let me know if you wish to be added to the official His Lighthouse taglist! Be alerted with any oneshots and the main story updates! 🖤✨
You’re one of the most sought-after fashion designers on the eastern seaboard. Stationed in Gotham City, you had an ample amount of inspiration and resources around you, as well as enough clientele to stay successful.  
From high-ranking officials wanting a bespoke design to celebrities wanting the latest trends. An average citizen could even get their clothes tailored; you accepted all.  
It was your slogan and you priced by the job, not by a standard rate, that in turn set yourself apart from your more commercial competition.  
In the years that you took over the family business, you never had any problems. Sure you worked for the many criminals of Gotham City; however, money was money and they tipped handsomely for discretion.  
And speaking of secrecy; your top client was The Joker himself.  
It was an odd arrangement, creating bespoke suits for the Clown, yet you enjoyed the rare opportunity to design outside the traditional norm. Joker was beyond eccentric, selecting fabrics and swatches that (in common use) should have never been paired together. However, Joker made it work.  
He adopted the motif of purple and green and made it a requirement in all his pieces. You went a step further to introduce other bold choices that paired beautifully with his brand. He loved your creative style and quickly appointed you to be his sole designer.  
No one else on your team was allowed to work on his clothes. Just you and that exclusiveness came at a price.  
Joker loved more than just your work.  
One night at a routine fitting, he leaned down and kissed your cheek. At first you were petrified, but you found yourself smitten with the dark clown upon second thought. There was something about him that you admired.  
After that night, Joker became more casual around you. He threatened you less and socialized more, giving you a taste of what a normal Joker could be like. It became less about his suits and more about you.   
You were enamored by his theatric personality and lack of social decorum. He would often invade your personal space and ask personal questions that made you react like a schoolgirl.  
New thread, flowers, chocolates, and yards of imported silks soon arrived thereafter, and you were hesitant to accept them, not knowing what Joker wanted in return. You already made his clothes untraceable should he ever be captured. What more could he want? 
He made that abundantly clear when he commissioned a new suit and gave you free creative reign.  
“Design it how-eh-ver you want Y/n. I wanna see what ya come up with. Just uhhh, don’t fail me.”  
It sounded like a warning to you.  
Don’t fail him yet he didn’t pick out a single inch of fabric! You were left with just his measures and the order to make a suit. Joker was the ficklest client you had. If a stitch was off by a centimeter, he wouldn’t wear the garment and blood would be spilt.  
One time, you didn’t smooth his leather gloves out enough and the next day there was a box delivered to your door. “Do better.” An attached note read.  
You screamed seeing the pair of gloves on someone’s detached hands. You learned never to make a mistake, no matter how minuscule, for Joker.  
Failure was not an option, so you put your all into making this new suit perfect.  
You used the best materials, the finest you had, and gave this design your all. It took almost two months in which Joker did not show for a single fitting. You feared that it wouldn’t fit, that he would hate it and finally do you in, but the day finally came when he stopped by.  
The final ensemble was locked in your office, away from prying eyes, but Joker let himself in anyways.  
You were startled to find him already inside admiring your work when you came back from a supply run. “Geez, you scared me! How did you..?” 
Joker ignored your question and circled the mannequin, lost in thought. He didn’t know what to expect when he asked you for a new suit. Maybe another copy of his signature purple or a replica of his lesser wears. He wasn’t prepared to see this.  
You went all out with a dark plum suit, matching gloves, and an oversized cloak to play up his mastery at stealth. You left exposed stitching to highlight the gold thread used and the pattern itself was a work of art.  
It looked luxurious and yet approachable to wear. Joker was already unbuttoning his current dress shirt when he spoke, “I wanna try iT on.” 
His dark green eyes glared at you frozen in the doorway. “Now.” 
“O-Oh! Yes! Lemme me help.” You threw all your stuff down on your desk and helped Joker strip. No matter how many times he did so, you became flustered seeing his battle worn skin.  
Only you got the pleasure of seeing The Joker so bare. At least you hoped you were the rare exception.  
What if he was already spoken for? Your heart tightened at the mere thought.  
Your nerves made the task of undressing a bit awkward, but Joker didn’t mind. He enjoyed watching you skitter around like a frightened bunny. He intimidated you; yet he could see your curious eyes taking him in all the same. You liked what you saw.  
Your small hands smoothed down the fabric as each layer was applied. Slowly but surely, you put the full outfit together right before his eyes.  
Joker could see your hard work with every motion. The thread was aesthetically pleasing yet durable enough to withstand the constant strain he put on his suits. He could roll his shoulder and probably do a high kick in confidence that nothing would tear.  
Despite it being a three-piece suit, it wasn’t heavy in the slightest nor was it hot despite the rich fabric you used. You catered to Joker’s every unspoken need almost instinctively.  
You didn’t seem to understand the full meaning of this assignment as you smoothed out a lapel on his chest. “There. A perfect fit.”  
Perfect indeed. Joker was quiet as he watched you critique and make small adjustment marking with your tailor chalk but in his eyes, there was nothing to fix. You created a suit out of pure imagination and exceeded his expectations.  
He was in awe of your craft. You passed his test and now it was time to reward you for it.  
“Y/n. Uh don’t worry about the tiny details... I’m wearing this tonight.”  
He nodded to his reflection in the mirror and proceeded to don the matching gloves. Ah, you got them perfect and even added soft cotton at the fingertips. You were so thoughtful; it was almost sickening.  
“W-What? You want to wear this t-tonight? But I need to take the hip in a little and press it more and—” 
You were caught off guard by Joker spinning around and kissing you senseless. His gloved hands dug into your hair while his tongue invaded your mouth and staked his claim on it. He was demanding and passionate—an overwhelming cocktail of bliss. You were reduced to mush before you realized what was going on.  
Joker ended the kiss with a slight nibble to your lower lip before he pulled away. He found your pupils in the shape of hearts as you struggled to reboot.  
He saved you the trouble of thinking. “Alllll I hear is excuses doll. Wipe off this ah, chalk, so I can be on my way. I got a city to burn.”  
How was he so calm after a kiss like that? You envied him.  
“R-Right...” You began wiping off the markings in a daze. No doubt you had a dopey smile on your face and flushed features. It was too much to process. Joker kissed you!!  
Somehow you finished up and Joker stepped down from the fitting podium. He smacked his lips together as he fiddled with his custom grenade cuff links. You seriously thought of every little detail for this suit. 
He looked up and spotted you playing with your lips. Did he steal your breath that much? Or perhaps his favorite designer was touched starved.
Either way, it was cute to see you so affected by a mere kiss. You’d lose your mind if you knew what else he wanted to do to you.   
“How much doll?” Joker asked. He swatted your hand away from your lips. Then he had your full attention. “How. Much?”  
He modeled the suit for you with funny poses. He wore it well and you smiled seeing your work on full display.  
“I’ll send the invoice to your bookkeeper. Um.. do you need anything else?”  
You didn’t know what you were asking him. Granted that you weren’t thinking clearly right now and Joker must’ve noticed.  
He slowly backed you straight into your work area causing various tools to fall to the floor. In that moment it dawned on you that you were alone with The Joker in your private office. If he did anything, no one would notice until Monday morning.  
You were at the mercy of a madman.  
Joker’s green eyes glowed with something toxic although he was careful to keep you out of harm’s way. He still had use of you, and it didn’t involve clothing.  
His index finger held your chin up. “S’not what I asked ya Y/n.” 
Numbers seemed to fail you. Time slowed to a standstill as you and Joker breathed in the same humid air. You could taste the tension brewing as he awaited a response. It was a tie in what would suffocate you the fastest, Joker or his overwhelming aura.  
Thankfully you were spared by his phone ringing in his old suit.  
The shrill noise abruptly ending the heavy scene unfolding between the two of you. You collapsed onto your work bench whereas Joker grumbled as he retrieved his cell. All you could hear was the blood rushing in your ears.  
You were brought you out of your state by the flutter of Joker’s cloak behind pulled off the mannequin. He was dressing to leave. ��
Words failed you but that did little to stop Joker from heading towards the exit. The small bell chimed sweetly as he opened the door. “Thanks for the suit doll. I’ll stop by with your uhh.. pay-menT soon.”  
And again, you were alone in your office with a head full of thoughts.  
You pulled off the impossible and created a magnificent suit although you had the impression that Joker wouldn’t be ordering a new suit the next time the two of you would meet. 
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Joker was proud of all the suits that you made for him. They were works of art with a lifespan of ten years if not more given how you meticulously repaired any snag or other issue he brought to your attention.  
This latest suit was by far his favorite simply because you created it from scratch without any visual guides. It represented exactly how you viewed The Joker. 
He felt regal walking the streets of Gotham in his new threads.  
Every stride was done with confidence and as a result, his goons did double takes after seeing the detail etched into their Boss’s suit.  
Joker knew you were a perfectionist, but this had to be your best work ever. J could feel the care that went into each modification you added. You created a pocket the exact dimensions of his Swiss knife for easy access and another for his pocket watch.  
Only someone destined to be his would have such insight. He vowed to have you as his own—somehow. He would make it possible.  
 A sudden uptick of force sent shovels of dirt flying into the air and straight onto Joker. He stayed composed despite the anger boiling inside.  
It probably wasn’t the best idea to wear his brand-new suit to a grave, but work was work, as messy as it was.  
Joker didn’t think his goons would be so incompetent to toss (accidental or not) dirt onto him. He turned to glare at the idiot who earned themselves a death wish.  
Ironic how they were digging a hole for a body that they would join after Joker was done doling out punishment.  
“My doll jusT made this suit and you. You youuuuu... just had to ruin it!”  
The other goons stopped working to watch their coworker being drilled by the Boss. It was only a matter of time that a new body winded up in the freshly dug hole.  
Joker knew he was overreacting, but he did take pride in your work and getting it dirty was just unacceptable.  
He knew you could get it cleaned. That wasn’t the point. You spent months making it only for this piece of trash to go and ruin it in a fraction of time. Not even an hour had passed since he got it and there was a muddy stain on his shirt.  
Joker didn’t blink as he shot the idiot and watched the body slump into the ground.  
Then his focus turned to his slacking henchmen. “Well, do ya wanna join ‘em? Keep digging! I need to make a phone call.” 
He had to ask if you did dry cleaning in house or contracted. He didn’t trust anyone but you to touch his suits after all.  
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