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Graveyard Flowers | There's a Look in Your Eyes, I Know Just What that Means
Warnings: 18+, smut, fingering, oral (fem receiving), thigh riding, sex with very little plot, Beej SWEARS he's not 'in love' with Rosie.
Beetlejuice wants to play with his favorite breather, but she's too distracted by some stupid video game. He'll just have to do something to get her attention on him.
Starting spooky season off right with some nasty sex with the dear guy.
The truly scary part is the likes to reblogs ratio!
Whore by In This Moment
"You done yet?" BJ pesters and Rosie shoots a small glare at him.
"I'll be done when I'm done," She snaps, going back to her game.
He watches her click away, fingers pressing keys quickly, but the quiet doesn't last.
"How long you plan on making me wait?"
"Beetlejuice!" This has been going on for almost an hour now, and normally she'd indulge him, but she's really in the zone, "Can't you go annoy someone else for a while? I'm trying to unlock this new emote for Maul."
"Yeah? Like who? I can't get in Nik's room without his express permission, and Alice is out on a date!" He argues, leaning down next to her face, "You're the only one left."
He runs his tongue up her cheek, making her grimace as she pushes him away.
"Then find some other way to amuse yourself."
The mouse in her hand gets fuzzy and squeaks.
"You know that's not what I meant, change it back."
"Aw, cone on," He cradles the little brown mouse in his hands, "It's so much cuter this way!"
"Beetlejuice."
"Fine," It pops back where it was, same as it was before.
He huffs as he flops back on her bed, "Well what do you expect me to do? This house is fucking boring!"
"Figure it out!" She growls.
He watches her play for a little bit more, an idea forming in his head when she shifts in her chair.
The next thing she knows, she's on his lap, her back pressed against his chest. He's sitting in her computer chair with his arms around her stomach.
He doesn't move to annoy her further, so she lets it be, but then she feels one of his hands snake its way down between her legs. He snaps his fingers and her pajama pants disappear, leaving her in her loose tee and boyshorts.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"You told me to occupy myself," He shrugs, fingers quickly finding her clit through her underwear, "That's what I'm doing, entertaining myself with your pretty pussy."
"This isn't what I meant either," She feels herself flush, but she won't give him the satisfaction of distracting her, two can play this game, "Whatever, you're impossible."
He presses harder when she goes back to her game, tongue gliding up the side of her neck.
He grins when teases her hole through the, now, damp fabric and she jolts, "You like this, don't you?"
She grits her teeth, but continues ignoring him.
He hooks his finger in the front of her panties and tugs, the fabric rubbing roughly against her clit, making her whine.
"Can't ignore me if you're beggin' me to cum, dollface," He teases.
"Pervert," Her breath shallows, but she doesn't give in.
He scowls when she goes back to force-choking rebels as if nothing happened. Time to play dirty.
He snaps his fingers again and her panties slide themselves down her legs until they're hanging off one ankle. He pulls her back against him and tugs her legs apart, hooking them over the armrests of the chair.
"Beej, I can't reach the keyboard-"
He rolls his eyes and the keys to the controls pop off the board, floating within a comfortable reach with her mouse.
"There, now would you shut it?" He shakes his head when she starts typing away despite the compromising position he has her in.
He presses his fingers against her clit again, circling it a few times before teasing her hole again, "That's better, yeah? Got better access to play with your drippy cunt?"
Radio silence and he starts getting genuinely annoyed.
Her whole body tenses when the tips of his fingers vibrate against her clit for a moment.
"Yeah? You like that?" He does it again, making her jaw drop, "Of course you fucking do."
He pinches her clit with his buzzing fingers and she whimpers, her head falling back against his shoulder.
She's quick to catch herself though, taking a deep breath and trying to concentrate on her objective.
"What was that? You want 'em abusing your g-spot instead?" He chuckles, running his digits all over her slit, "I can do that, princess."
"F-fuck!" Her vision goes out of focus for a moment when he slides his fingers inside her, still vibrating as he scissors them before seeking out-
"There it is," He laughs when her hips buck, "Aw, but now you're little clitty looks so sad that she's bein' ignored. Here, lemme just..."
She feels his tongue stretch down beneath the collar of her shirt, teasing her nipples before sliding down to lap at her already sensitive clit.
"Beej..." She chokes out, trembling in his hold. She cries out louder when the tip of his tongue starts vibrating too, her back arching.
She barely registers what's happening before she cums.
"Fuck- Beetlejuice!"
His tongue works faster.
"Beetlejuice!" She screams again when he doesn't let up. Hell, he starts finger fucks her harder, just to hear it again, "Beetlejuice!"
There it is. The only good thing he gets out of this whole stupid arrangement, getting to hear her chant his name like a prayer when he forces another orgasm out of her without getting banished.
His tongue retracts into his mouth and he moans when the taste of her slick fills his mouth, "That's my nasty girl."
His fingers stop vibrating as he eases her through her high. She shudders when he pulls out, knees falling back together as he laps at his fingers.
Suddenly she's sat by herself and he's lounging on her bed.
"Consider me entertained," He says between sucking her cum off his fingers, "You can go back to your game now."
"Wh- Beej!"
"Yeeees, darlin'?" He smirks at her.
She forces herself out of the chair, wobbling dangerously when she realizes she can't really feel her legs, "Shit-"
"Careful!" He sneers, appearing beside her to keep her upright, "Don't need you dentin' that empty head'a yours."
She's been long since disconnected from her server, but she doesn't care. She's content being cum drunk and held up by him.
"Exactly," He chuckles, "Come on, let's lay you down before you hurt yourself.
She pulls him into bed with her, ignoring his grumbles of protest when she snuggles in against his chest.
"Yeah whatever," He mutters, knowing he'd be flushed red if he were alive, "Get comfy why don't'cha?"
"On it," She sighs sleepily.
He snaps his fingers and her game switches over to some shitty b horror film.
About an hour in he feels he slide one leg over his hips and nuzzle closer. Then her hips shift, and his face breaks into a wicked grin.
"Is that right?"
She whimpers at his teasing, softly grinding against his thigh.
"Just a lil' sex pest, huh?" He laughs, pressing himself against her cunt, "Can't get enough, can ya?"
She grips the striped lapel of his jacket, eyes squeezing shut. Her little sighs of pleasure make his chest swell. Damn, does he love his perverted little breather.
Well, not love per se, I mean, he loves Lydia, but... he's definitely extremely fond of her and her delightfully pervy ways.
"Don't stop, girlie," He places his hand encouragingly on the small of her back, his nails digging into her skin, "That's it..."
She gasps when she rocks her hips particularly hard, her whole body shaking.
She's warm in his hold, fuck he loves feeling her burning face on his chest.
He tugs her on top of him, pushing his thigh up between her legs. She moans at the feeling and he pulls her face up to meet his, licking into her open mouth.
"Babygirl, you're soakin' my pants," He grins, biting at her bottom lip, "Had my tongue all over that pussy earlier, you want it down your throat now?"
Her eyes light up at that, and he grips her cheeks, forcing her mouth open to slither an abnormally long tongue down her throat.
His free hand grinds her down on his thigh, chuckling when she shudders at the added stimulation.
She's so pretty when she lets him use her like this, even prettier when she uses him right back.
He's so lost in her fucked out expression he almost doesn't notice her tapping his chest for air.
"Heh, sorry 'bout that," He presses his forehead to hers as she sucks in deep breaths, "Must'a gotten caught up in the moment."
She just surges forward to press kiss him, her lips parting to delve her tongue in his mouth this time, one hand roughly gripping his hair to keep him close.
Okay, maybe... MAYBE he loves her... just a little bit! I mean, come on. How is he not supposed to fall for her when her response is to kiss him like that.
He doesn't taste good, and she hates that she's used to it.
She groans when he holds her close in turn, his grip tight on the back of her neck.
By the time she's humped herself out she's exhausted, and he has no problem letting her fall asleep on his chest. Even if it means he has to clean her up and redress her with his powers.
She's heavy on his chest and he can feel every breath, every little twitch. He runs his fingers through her hair and she nuzzles closer in her sleep.
"Think I'm getting in a bit too deep here," He mutters to himself, "... Shit."
#Graveyard flowers#prisma self ships#prisma writes#self ship smut#Beetlejuice x oc#beetlejuice x reader
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Got myself deep in the gut-wrenching feels right before work. How am I supposed to go act normal for 7 hours???
My blorbo's are falling in deep, all consuming life changing love, and you want me to perform for the capatalism???
#this is about duckiedeer#appleradio#radioapple#i have a realllllyyyyy good fic I'm writing but i had to stop so could compose myself before my ride get here#asexual alastor#duckiedeer#qpt duckiedeer#a prisma post
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Toying with the idea of having Dark Matter Blade come back and live in Dreamland with Gooey sometime in the future. He would still have his scar from the DL2 incident where the Rainbow Sword scorched him.
(Bonus)
...It would be an awkward encounter.
#my art#kirby#dark matter blade#dark matter swordsman#prisma knight#gooey#kirby oc#i just really like writing him and i kinda want him to come back lol#sorry prisma uhhhh you can just look the other way#kirby (character)
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so I watched Prisma the tv show and then I went on ao3 and tell me why there are only like 5 English fics for this show
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Do you like Project SEKAI, music and OCs? Do you want to find a creative space where you can talk with other artists?
Introducing Project Prisma: NIJI NO SEKAI!!
It's a fan made project inspired by Project SEKAI that takes place in the same universe. We strayed a little from the original pattern: not counting the Vocaloids, we have created 42 original characters to form five main groups and five side groups. Our goal is to create a fun project and a safe space for everyone.
A little intro for our main groups!
ἁρμονίαι έν τῇ νυκτί (Harmonies in the Night): "to embrace the darkness inside you"; an online group dedicated to showing everyone the depressing side of existence.
Clock Orchestra: "to find solace in the warmth of a friend"; a trio who just wants to have fun and share their music despite their differences.
NeoИxWrath: "to despise today's society"; a group of young actors who all hold something against society.
Up!coming SprinG: "to learn how to follow your dreams"; a slightly out of the ordinary idol group who wants everyone to follow their dreams, no matter how strange or impossible they may seem.
Re-tied Red Ribbon: "to accept yourself"; a group of childhood friends who desperately want to see the beautiful things in life and bring hope to everyone.
Obviously this doesn't say much about the actual depth of the story, as it's just the general themes.
But! For this project to continue, we need lots of people! We need:
•Voice actors
•Writers
•Artists
•Beta readers
•Music arrangers
•VSynth owners / vocal tuners
•Video editors and 3D animators
•Anyone who knows how to use Ren'py
•Did I mention voice actors?
•Original musicians/composers
Congrats on having scrolled this far! Are you interested? If you wish to join you can apply in this form.
Have a good day!
#music#art#vocaloid#hatsune miku#project sekai#writing#project sekai colorful stage#pjsk#ocs#prsk#pjpr#project prisma#pjsekai#fandom#recruitment#recruiting#calling all writers#calling all artists#calling all animators#hatsune miku colorful stage#fanfic#pjsekai oc#proseka oc#project sekai oc#original character#oc#oc art#pls help#pls join#ren'py
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It might be a dumb late night thought, but what if I were to make li'l comics to explain how my AU works and some mechanics that I wanna share eventually? Would any of you guys be interested?
#i have so many ideas rattling around in my knoggin#and writing them down helps yeah but I don't think blocks of text would help with getting ideas across#i know im in college and that i still havent finished that prisma knight comic yet#but i really think it'd be a nice departure from what i usually do#heiress' rambles#heiressofdoodles
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im sorry but lorenzo zurzolo out here playing a queer role & having these intimate queer scenes in prisma s2 when i tell yall i have prayed for times like these
#i need a moment LORD#lorenzo zurzolo#prisma s2#the way that one v minimal role in the weekend left me hoping he would one day have a role like this#i cant breathe yall HE ATE SO HARD#AND HE FED A WHOLE ASS VILLAGE TOO#SUDDENLY I BEED TO WRITE MY HOE MR. FIORE GATTUSO#HELP ADPJEPENEOEJE
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Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply (see additional tags)
Relationships: Ethos/Phobos, Deimos/Praxis
Summary: A modern-setting AU in which Jules (Phobos) the high-strung Londoner visits the Scottish countryside for some relaxation and has a meet-cute with Aidan (Ethos) the sheep farmer while en route to the B&B where he is staying. Sheep-related antics ensue. Somehow, against all odds, Jules leaves his heart at the gateway to the Highlands.
Your eyes do not deceive you, friends. The link preview does say "Chapter 16", but I have not skipped a chapter. This is indeed Chapter 15 (the final chapter!) of Scottish AU, but the fic on AO3 has been rearranged to add a new chapter 1, which is a gorgeous cover image I commissioned from @prismatic-cannon in celebration of finally finishing my magnum opus. For ease of viewing, you can see the cover image in its full glory here on tumblr, too!
Here's some self-indulgent looking back on a list of things I didn't know when I started writing Scottish AU:
That between my career taking off and developing what was for a long time diagnosed as a chronic overuse injury (and turned out to be osteoarthritis with a side of mild tendonitis & tenosynovitis) it would take me more than 6 years to finish the first fic/arc of the longer story I'd planned out sob sob
That Scottish Romance is, in fact, a surprisingly large subgenre (I'm not generally a reader of published romance novels)
That JKR bankrolled the anti-independence campaign prior to the 2014 referendum (what a cunt, aye?)
Exactly how Brexit would play out and whether or not it would spur another indyref in short order
That a global pandemic would dash my plans to return to Scotland in 2020 (and every year of the new decade since) once I finally:
a) wasn't completely skint and would have cash to do all the touristy shit
b) was allowed to drink again and would be able to actually enjoy all the glorious whisky
Now to have a wee dram in celebration of my longest ongoing fic finally being completed! Thank you to everyone who read even a chapter of it or cheered me on or sent me stupid sheep fucking jokes. And thank you from the bottom of my heart to all the readers who have stuck around and actually read the whole mess from start to finish. I adore every single one of you!
If I one day get around to writing the other arcs I originally outlined for this fic, they will be new fics and I’ll put them into a series. But for now, this is where our tale ends <3
And yes, readers with keen memories will clock the inspiration for part of this chapter from something I reblogged many moons ago. Thanks Vi <3
#starfighter#starfighter comic#fanfic#fanfiction#ao3 fic#goodyear writes#space gays in kilts: the fic#scottish au#ethbos#ethos/phobos#phobos/ethos#ethos#phobos#praxmos#praxis/deimos#deimos/praxis#praxis#deimos#omg it's happening#it's finally done#i'm sobbing#didn't quite crack 80k words#but that's okay#i'm just so excited#to have finally finished#and so in love with#prisma's cover art#i could stare at it for days#sob sob
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Ok so big news about Prismatic! 🎉
I’ve thought long and hard about it and the whole Angel and lizard thing doesn’t make any sense. So I’ve decided to make everyone human. 💃 Enjoy the new redesigns!
APRIL FOOLS!
P-please put the tomatoes down…
#nij prisma#nova borealis#RIP LIZARD NOVA#I've decided I don't like them anymore and this is a lot easier for me to write without all that distracting monster stuff#oc#original character#original characters#If you couldn't tell this is an april fools joke#I love lizards please put the tomatoes down#human au
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Wanting to write fanfiction but...
I've tried in the past to write fanfiction, and I've never finished one. I end up stopping a few chapters in for one reason or another, and now I want to write again however I'm afraid that if I start what I want to write that I will just do it again cause I have nobody to prod me into "hey you should do the thing you want to do" Executive dysfunction is fucking hard to deal with especially in tandem with anxiety and nobody to help you with it. I don't even have a proofreader. It'd be really nice to have that, but I've got literally one friend, and they have their own shit to deal with... Not sure if this is a call for a proofreader, asking for a friend, or coauthor, or just bitching about my situation but here it is. I wanna write a Madoka Magica self-insert/sort of crossover with the Kaleid Liner Prisma Illya cause there's literally one crossover for that and it's long since dead.
#writing problems#author problems#fanfiction problems#fanfic writing#madoka magica#puella magi madoka magica#fate kaleid liner prisma illya#crossover#rant
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Graveyard Flowers | A Few Stipulations
Warnings: 18+, horny Bj, death (obv), depression ment., no smut but lots of allusions to sex. Possibly ooc.
"Working" for Beetlejuice isn't exactly what Rosie envisioned, but things aren't always as bad as they seem.
Picrew
"So this is it," Beetlejuice motions to the office, "It ain't much, but the guys are pretty mellow, and I like to keep the atmosphere chill."
She gets a few waves which she awkwardly returns.
"And that brings me to the next order of business," He tugs on his lapels, "Your uniform."
"Uniform?"
"Gotta have one."
"Okay... do I get one of those snazzy yellow blazers or-" He cuts her off with a snap of his finger and she feels a gust of wind. When she looks down her eyes do wide, "Oh, no. No, no, no! Beej what the hell is this?"
(rough sketch)
"That's your uniform."
"This is barely lingerie!"
"Really extenuates your-" She slaps his hands away from her tits.
"I'm not wearing this!" She lifts her arm to try and cover herself.
"Uh, your contract says otherwise," He argues.
He pulls out the document and points to a part of the text she can't even read.
"Give me that," She tears it from his hand, squinting at it until he pulls out supernaturally strong magnifying glass, revealing a tiny illustration of the outfit she's currently wearing.
"See?" He gives her a lopsided grin, "But hey, if you're not feeling it, I can be flexible."
She feels the loose hem of her skirt tighten around her thighs, morphing into a stupidly short pencil silhouette.
"Are you kidding me?"
"You know? I might actually like this better," He palms her ass, suddenly behind her, and she spins around, slapping him.
"I want my clothes back."
"Can't do that," He shrugs, "Guess you're just gonna have to suck it up, buttercup-..."
He gulps when her glaring eyes light up and blood starts to weep from between her stitches.
"You're upset," He says, taking a step back, hands up in front of him, "Why don't we talk this out, I'm sure there's a compromise here."
He jumps when the blood forms and hardens into a straight razor in her hand.
The shrunken heads watch in shock as she strong arm's their boss.
"You want your clothes back?" He snaps his fingers, "There- well... kinda."
She looks down and she's in one of her comfy sweaters and a pair jeans from before she died.
He coughs, leaning back against a table, trying to casually cross his legs to hide his raging hard-on, "'S that better?"
She sighs and nods, the blade in her hand melting back to blood and flowing back into her wound.
"Good. Wouldn't want any little outbursts, now would we?"
She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest, "Just tell me what exactly you expect me to do."
He huffs a heavy sight of relief and pops up behind her, one arm slung around her shoulders, and adjusting his junk with the other hand.
"Nothin' much," He admits, "Tidy up here and there, take my calls, do coffee runs, stand there an' look pretty. Pretty standard fare."
"So..." She scowls to herself, "I'm your PA?"
"That a problem?"
"Well, it's not exactly how I pictured spending my afterlife."
"Aw, c'mon darlin' where's that smile?" His finger briefly catches her chin, "At least you're not in lock up anymore."
"I guess," She glances around the office.
She always thought once she died she'd get a little freedom in her existence, but this was worse than her job before she was murdered. She wonders for a moment if there was anyway to get a job haunting a bookstore or something.
"That's my girl," He steers her toward the one empty desk unaware of how that phrase would have her blushing if she could, "You can use my best buddy Bob's old desk, bless his soul- hah!"
His chest ignites in flame at his half-hearted sign of the cross and he quickly pulls away to put it out.
His goofy flailing makes her giggle and a wave of relief washes over him.
He would never- ever speak it into being, but he feels a weird sense of guilt over her death. He'd heard her try and call him that night, felt the urgency behind it, and it thrilled him, knowing his fleshie wanted to see him again, but when she didn't follow through he shrugged it off and went about his business.
Knowing she spent most of the last year in her particular torment makes his unbeating heart ache.
Uh oh...
"Sweetheart," He grunts, tapping her shoulder. She's fallen asleep at her desk with her head on her arms.
She looks incredible sweet and peaceful and... oddly unnerving. He still isn't quite used to her being dead so her still, unbreathing corpse gives him chills.
"Rosie-" He holds her forehead, tilting her head back, but he jumps back when her eyes open, already glowing, and she takes a swing at him with a spectral blade, "Whoa! Hey now!"
She flickers to the other side of the room, her fingers tentatively touching her throat.
It takes him a second but he remembers how her uncle did something similar when he killed her, "Didn't mean to freak ya. Not this time, at least. You fell asleep."
She blinks at him, "I don't know why I'm so tired."
"That'll be the PD's little safety assurance they made me add to your contract."
Her sleepy little confused face is way too cute for a cold-blooded killer.
"To keep you from going off and rampaging the livin' they're insisting you're partially sedated," He explains, "No where near when you were in deep lock-up, but enough to keep you from becoming a problem."
"Well, stop it!"
"Can't do that."
"Why not?"
"Cause if I do they'll put you back in deep freeze."
She runs her hand down her face with a sigh.
"Hey now," He's next to her with his arm slung around her shoulders again, "Don't be so down about it, we can get you a little cot, make it all cozy, whaddaya say?"
She slumps against him with a huff and he stiffens, "Yeah, whatever."
"But until then," He snaps his fingers and suddenly she's straddling lap at his desk chair, "You can always use me."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"I'd like it better if you were wearing this," Another snap of his fingers and she's back in that 'uniform' as he so graciously called it, and his hands grip the back of her thighs, "That's more like it."
"Beej..."
He hasn't seen her this timid around him since the first time they decided to fuck back when she was alive, and he is all for it.
"Someone's horny," He teases in a sing-song voice, hands sliding up to knead the flesh of her ass. He cackles when she slaps him and tries to wiggle off him, "Careful how you move there, you'll get me all excited!"
"Pig!" She wrenches herself out of his grip, and when she looks at him again his nose has morphed into a pig snout.
"You love it," He snorts. She flicks his snout and when it pops back to normal he scrunches his nose a few times, "Rude."
She just scoffs and walks back to her desk, not bothering to argue about her clothes.
A win for him, that's for sure, but when she passes out an hour later, cheek pressed against the musty wood, he pulls a blanket out of nowhere and wraps it around her shoulders.
He's never seen a more ghost-like ghost.
For the past three weeks she's been practically haunting the office with her bad vibes. There's being dead and then there's acting like it, and she's been far too committed to the bit for his liking. She won't even snap at him for his risqué touches!
"Alright!" He hops off his desk where he's been watching her unenthusiastically talk to a potential client, "That's it, you're comin' on a job with me."
She somehow looks even less enthusiastic, "Two things Beej. One, if you think I'd ever let anyone else see me in this get up, you're delusional. And two, I can barely lift a phone I'm so tired, how the hell am I supposed to help you on a haunt?"
"Secondly, you're only sedated so you can't break out of the Netherworld, once you're out I can get rid of that. And first off, I've got a few options for ya," He slaps his hand on the desk and motions for her to stand, rolling his eyes and pulling her to her feet when she doesn't move, "If you could play along for just a few seconds that be great."
"Beej-"
"Shut it," He warns, pressing his finger to her lips, but his playful tone pulls a smile to her face.
"Fine," She chuckles, "What kind of 'options'?"
"So glad you asked. To start, we have an old classic," He snaps his fingers and she's back the vampire hunter costume she died in, "Next up we have this little number."
She's suddenly in a black corset and pants get up that's oddly practical for her new boss.
"And lastly," Another snap and she's sporting a black pinstriped, white powersuit not too unlike his.
"The first one," She says confidently and he pouts, "But..."
He perks up at that.
"But?"
"I would rather wear the second around here its, more practical," She fiddles with the hem of the blazer she's wearing, "You mind?"
"Well, if you insist," He's in front of her now, fingers making quick work of the buttons before pushing the fabric back to reveal the black lace bra he's put her in.
All the shrinkers, who have been trying very hard to ignore this whole exchange, all look over at the loud crack of her slapping him. It's probably the hardest she's ever slapped him and he immediately feels himself start to get hard.
"That is not what I meant, and you know it!" She hisses.
"Mmm... yeah alright," He groans. He changes her back into those tight leather pants and long coat, eyes still fixated on the swell of her breasts, almost like he's hypnotized by them.
"Hey," She grabs his chin and tilts his head up to look at her, "My eyes are up here."
"They sure are, gorgeous," He basically purrs, melting into her hand.
"God, you're pathetic," She scoffs and he almost topples over when she pulls her hand away, "What kind of job did you have in mind?"
"That's it, sweetheart," He murmurs in her ear, his ands holding her hips from behind, "Y'know you're actually pretty good at this."
"Would you shut it?" She snaps, "I'm trying to concentrate."
"Right, right..." He leans slightly closer and nips at her earlobe, making her jump.
The startle cause a a lightbulb down the hall to pop and one of the window panels she'd been frosting to crack.
"Did you just bite me?"
"Wh-who the hell are you?"
"Great," She huffs, "He can see us now. Happy?"
The three of them share a look and Beetlejuice rights himself and straightens his suit, "I'll take care of this, toots."
"What the hell did you just call me?"
(Smut continuation)
"And that's when the chandelier fell?"
Beej and Rosie are sat across the desk from Wolf, their clothes and hair still mussed from their earlier physical exertions.
"Yeah, something like that," Beetlejuice shrugs, trying not to grin too hard.
The detective pauses for a moment.
"On the ceiling?"
"She's a freak, this one," He chuckles and Ro doubles over in her chair to hide her face in her hands, "Took me by surprise too."
"Shut up, Beej!"
Wolf shakes his head slightly, "Hell of a way to die."
"Got a hell of a show."
"Beetlejuice!"
#prisma self ships#prisma writes#beetlejuice 2 spoilers#Graveyard flowers#self ship writing#self ship story
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The Snow Queen and the Winter Star
A short but sweet 12-chapter fanfic set in the Kirby universe featuring my OC Celesta Knight and @startistdoodles' OC Prisma Knight! Takes place before the Astral Birth event.
Content warning: contains mentions of violence, injury, and death.
Introduction and chapter release dates below the cut!
After arriving in Dreamland, being confronted by Meta Knight and barely surviving the resulting battle, a mysterious traveller – Celesta Knight – flees into one of the forested regions of the land and later finds herself on death’s door once again. Fortunately, Prisma Knight finds the stranger by chance and rescues her…
Shenanigans ensue!
Chapter 1: Alone was released on Friday, April 14th, and can be found here.
Chapter 2: Finding a mysterious stranger was released on Friday, April 21st, and can be found here.
Chapters 3 & 4 will be announced when they are close to completion.
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After I made this I actually looked it up and apparently corvids don’t actually have a sort of attraction to shiny things but honestly I’m just gonna have him like shiny things anyways. Giving this bird autism one drawing at a time am I rite fellas
[prisma knight belongs to @startistdoodles ]
#kirby oc#meta knight#i think prisma is very neat. I also think Edgar would think the same#also as I was writing that I just realized#prisma 🤝 Edgar. going through a traumatic experience that left them w scars
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If one of my posts about my WIPs got to 10k notes I think I could live with that. For example, this post:
It has a bunch of relevant links that could come in handy. Or this one:
Which should motivate you to give feedback.
Alternatively this post could get notes and direct people to those other posts.
Unfortunately, very few of my WIP posts get notes.
Any ideas?
As a reward for reading all of this, you get a summary of chapter one of Prisma:
*Ahem* Jade did something stupid and was arrested. Shortly before her execution, god broke her out of prison. Then she robbed him.
#ryft#prisma#knights of the dawn#my wip fic#my wips#wip#current wip#work in progress#writing#original content#jade#belior
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Short Story from my universe PR
@shadow-gray-5341 here some of my writing
The year was 1969, setting is at a court building within New York and it’s midnight.
Harry Walker had headed out on the rooftops to get some fresh air. He then taken a whisky jar from his hand and stared at it.
“Do I need you?” Question Harry to himself.
Harry then frown as he then was startle and heard a crow. Harry had look up to see an actually crow. The crow then flew in the air as it landed on the bar of the rooftops and stared at Harry. Harry then giggled.
“Who would put glasses on a crow?” Question Harry.
“Oi, I would!” Said the crow with a chuckle.
Harry’s eyes then widened as he stared at the whiskey jar and blink multiple times then back at the crow.
“Don’t bloody worry not the whiskey.” Said the crow.
Harry then look back at the whisky jar in his left hand, he then look back at the crow but to see a human.
“Crow McCartney?” Question Harry with a small smile on his face.
“Been a bloody time hasn’t it?” Question Crow as their black wings spread out and was in her crow form. He then transform more into a humanoid form. Crow then had step down from the edge of the rooftops and given Harry a happy look.
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Flash Back
Harry giggle as Crow grab Harry’s hand and the two hid behind the bleachers.
“Ya sure?” Question Crow as he fix his ginger curls.
“Y-yeah!” Said Harry as he blush.
The two were 17, Crow and their sister Rowan were now going to the school in Iowa instead of California where they live. The two could do this since they could teleport back from Iowa to California.
“Ya-“ Said Crow.
“Just kiss me!” Said Harry with joy.
Crow then had grab Harry’s face as Crow kissed Harry’s lips. Crow then let go and Harry frown.
“Wh-what?” Question Crow.
“Why you stop?” Question Harry with a small giggle as he blush.
“Oh.” Said Crow with a smirk and giggle.
Crow then lean down to Harry and kiss Harry’s lips once again.
Harry was young and confused but not anymore once he kiss Crow’s, Crow McCartney lips.
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Flash Back Over
Harry’s eyes bink muplite nb. times once again as he blush, Crow then notice this and blush back.
“You stalking me, McCartney?” Question Harry which he was a little drunk but still his normal self or well somewhat.
“No, my sister works here.” Said Crow.
Crow then tilt their head as they saw the whisky jar and place his hand on it, she then realized their hand was now touching Harry’s.
The two then blush as Harry’s head park up and saw hearts in Crow’s eyes.
“You now drink, espically on working hours?” Question Crow with a frown.
“I-I.” Said Harry.
“I, what?” Question Crow.
“I thought it help me, scared of the insane asylum.” Said Harry as tears form into his eyes.
“Don’t ya remember I told ya how nice and high tech the immortal realm is?” Question Crow as they cupped Harry’s face.
Harry blush, his face turning beat red. But he then smiled, Crow smiled as he miss those crooked buck teeth of Harry’s. Crow wanted to say the words but they thought it was too soon.
Harry then place the whisky jar on the edge bar of the rooftops, his hand reaching for Crow’s hand. Their hands now finally touching as Harry lean his forehead agaisnt Crow’s forehead which he had to get on his tippy toes.
“Miss you.” Said Harry as he let a drunken hiccuped out.
Crow then blushed as he look down at Harry’s freckle face.
“I’m sorry.” Groan Harry.
Crow let out a small giggle then spoken.
“For what?” Question Crow.
“For forgetting of the immortal realm and your words, your beautiful words.” Said Crow.
“Are you a poet?” Giggle Harry as he question Crow.
“Sadly no, but I do miss ya as well.” Said Crow.
“Yeah?” Question Harry.
“Of bloody course!” Said Crow.
“Crow? Kiss me!” Said harry as he pouted at Crow while looking up at Crow.
“Thought you never ask!” Gigggle Crow as he cupped Harry’s face and kiss his lips.
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when i finish these commissions, i'm writing one piece fic. it's been long enough and my one piece phase has been revitalized. i need to write out all the love i have for portgas d ace that i have had since i was a kid fjdsnfkdjfn it needs to get out my system
#look she's not writing#one piece#one piece x reader#ace x reader#there will definitely be a LOT of that#i'll have to do my tarot hcs post for him#hnnngh but to pick a deck#prisma visions?????
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