#they made them so fine for what??? FOR WHAt!??!!?!?!?ð©ððð
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It was a regular day for the trauma dipped kids as they were sitting in the living room of class 1-As dorm just chilling out with some watching a series on the TV, some writing down some notes in his new notebook while Todoroki was making some cold soba for lunch, uraraka watching TV with Hakeeguri, Sero,Tsu, Momo.
Uraraka was trying to catch Dekus attention, but was failing miserablyð and Tsu and Momo could see it unfortunately it was no use when it comes to him and that notebookð, he's just too concentrated, that was until you walked into the dorms with your fine self with natural makeup on wearing a yellow super low cut hoodie top along with a couple chains and some baggy black sweatpants and grey J4s.
Everyones attention shifted to youð and not that your sports bra was slightly peaking out of cropped hoodie,but that:
1)you were one of the new transfer student from America for the Support department that everyone has been talking about for the past 3 weeks.
2)You were black and you don't see that many black people in Japan in general.
3) Bakugou was walking towards you and gave you a hand shake meaning you knew each other on a personal level.
Everytime he catches himself staring at your black beautyâš he has to manually scrub his face and push his jaw away to look at the ceiling or something cause baby girl you were fineð©ð. "Hey dumbass, you brought what I asked for or did you just what to show off the shoes I bought you?" Bakugou started while analysing your outfit, "Does it really look like I would even step on this goody to shoes hero area if it wasn't for you asking for it", you sassed back.
Everyone was still in shock that you of all people were mutual friends with the Katsuki Bakugou aka The explosive tempered blonde kid in class 1-A aka the kid the won the Sports festival aka Dynamite aka Lord Explosion Murder aka I think you get the point.
"Wait a minute can we rewind back a bit here !?", Sero shouts with a suprised and confused expression that matched with most of the students in the lounge, "What you want flex tape?!", the blonde glared in the direction of the Hispanic sitting on the couch along with you turning as well.
You had violet doe eyes that so cute and adorable yet intemidating, " I just wanted to know who this chica was?", He smirked towards your direction trying to holla at you do matched his energy, "Yeah Bakugou why don't you introduce me to everyone and maybe give me his number", you turned to the blonde for him to just roll his eyes, " Chubs meet Flex tape" he groaned in irritation and you just gave him a look through your glasses.
"Hola los nombres Y/n L/n", you walked towards Sero and he shock your hand with a big impressed smile and the kissed it, "Hi the name's Y/n L/n," you translated for everyone whilst smiling, "El nombre es niña Sero", "the name is Sero baby girl ð", Sero winked at you his hand coressing your hand in which you winked at his charm.
However everyone interrupted the moment by introducing theirselves, and you tried to make a mental note to try and remember all of them, but when it got to Deku you couldn't hold back your gasp which caught everyones attention, even though you were the centre of it to begin with ðâš.
"So your the same Deku that literally blasted himself in the race last year but somehow Bakugou keeps talking shit about?", you questioned with a raised eyebrow in which he shyly nodded.
"What is wrong with you?!", turned to the blonde you were surprised by the shy broccoli boy, " "The Fuck?!", He glared to your direction.
"You made him seem like such a stuck up asshole", you playfully glared at the man beside you only for him to look down at your chubby self and just pull your arm to the hallway shouting to the class that their time with you was up even though there were some protest whines and complaints.
"Wow, you really want me all to your self huh?"ð You winked at him as you went to his room but he just rolled his eyes at your flirting charm even though he like it since it always built tension that he found adorable.
Obviously he wouldn't ever say that in front of you, but he thought it'll be better that way.
You sat on his bed and opened your bag to pull out two thick silver bracelets, " the hell are those", Bakugou observed the two massive silver bands in your small hands you roll your eyes ð and sighed heavily at his bluntness.
Like how can someone so smart be so damn stupid and good looking at the same timeð§.
Its what you asked for Blondes you stepped closer you put them on his wrists but he took a step back hesitantly as if an insured wolf protecting himself from further harm. "It's okay, I just need to make sure the bracelets will fit properly and if it'll need adjustments", speaking softly as to calm his nerves and you clipped the bracelets onto his wrists with his gaze on you as if making sure you don't do anything out of the question.
Whilst finishing with his right hand you brush your fingers against his skin to adjust the bracelets to not be too tight or lose and the blonde was blushing hard at the gentle care when you touch his scars and burns from his experiences and training but as well as your concentrated form only reaching up to his chest.
Before you can lift your hands from his wrists he grabs your arm taking you by suprise and you look up at him to only find him staring right back at your amethyst eyes when you into his ruby ones and just like that he tries to let go yet he still wants to have you this close to him and he wants to be vulnerable with you since your the only other person who gets his apart from kirishima. He likes you more then he wants to but he doesn't want to experience the pain of a lose again nor does he want to lose the opportunity to make you his but doesn't want to destroy your amazing friendship, but then a sudden warmth surrounds his chest and abdomen.
Your hugging him seriously hugging him out of nowhere and then your face is buried in his chest and he huggs you back with his chin resting on top of your head where he inhales the shea butter and coconut oil from the chemicals put in it. He really wanted to confess but he pulled away quickly with him covering his blushing face but not his ears.
In which you giggled at his soft side that you were so grateful that you were able to see, but a continuous beeping sound that activated the bracelets meaning that it was working perfectly fine and that it has been switched on. So... um th-they work so I did my work perfectly as expected" you awarkardly try to regain your confidence again but failed with the maroon blush on your face as you tried to shuffle out of the room but a strong arm pulled you back to have you facing Bakugou with his eyes fixed on you.
He knew he wasn't your type, and that he wasn't worthy of you, but he would be damned that he doesn't give it a try even if he loses you for admitting this disease to you, "Bakugou?", Your voice called to him confused at his actions, "I like you Y/n, since the day we were partnered together for this damn project and we started to spend time together we really made a connection and I know that you don't feel the same way, but I had to get it off my chest even if you will never think of me in that wa-
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500 Follower Special!!! (the worst one yet)
So uhhhhhh
...I did not actually think that I would hit 500 followers within a month of hitting 400 so I forgot to prepare the milestone special
But I figured I have to give you something, right? Something I could make easily and quickly, but not something lazy like a terribly made mashup song or a few halfhearted memes, it had to be something you could come back to time and time again, and something of realistic value.
So I made copypastas for some iconic 90s songs.
Expand the post to see them all. Sorry in advance. And yes, you may make requests for more.
[Creep]
When ð you ð were â here ð before ðº Couldn't ð
ââïž look ð you ððŒ in ððŠ the eye ð You're ðŒ just ð€ð€ like ð©ž an angel ð Your ð skin âïž makes ð me ð¥µð¥µð¡ð¡ð¡ð¡ð¡ð¡ð¡ cry ð€ð¢ð You ð³ float ð£ââïžð©ââïžðð»ââïž like ð a feather In ð a beautiful ðŽð·ðž world ð€·ð I ð wish ð I ð£ð€ was special ðïžððïž You're ð» so fuckin' ðð special ðïžððïž But ðð®ð I'm ðŠðð»ðª a creep ðð€« I'm ð¥ a weirdo ð€ª What â the hell ðŠ am ð I ðð doin' ð€ here? ðð I ð don't ð° belong ðšâð©âð§âðŠðœ here ð I ð§ ð
don't â care ðð© if it hurts ð€ I ð wanna ð± have ð¶ control ð€ð® I ð» want ð€¬ a perfect ð¯ body ð I ðââïž want ð a perfect ðð𥰠soul ð» I ð want ð€²ð€² you ðð€ to notice ð When ð I'm ðââïž not ð¯ around âðïžâ¡ïžð€ So fuckin' ðð»ð¯ special ððð I ð wish ððð I ð was special ðïžððïž But ð I'm ð a creep ðð€« I'm ð a weirdo ð€ª What ð€ð¡ the hell ððð am ð I ððð doin' ð€ here? ð I ðð¿ don't ð« belong ðšâð©âð§âðŠðœ here ðððâšâš She's ð©ðŸ running ððŸââïžððŸââïžððŸââïžð out ðŸ the door ðª (run) ðââïž She's ððððð running ðââ out ððª She ð©ðŸð©ð¿ run, ð run, ðââïžðââïž run, ðð run ð Run ðð Whatever ðŽ makes ð you ð happy ð Whatever ð¯ you ð want ð You're ð so fuckin' ð© special ðïžððïž I ð wish ð I ðð was special ðïžððïž But ð I'm âïž a creep ðð€« I'm ðð» a weirdo ð€ª What ðð€·ð»ââïž the hell ð¥ð¥µ am ð I ð
doin' ð€ here? 𥵠I ð don't ð« belong ðšâð©âð§âðŠðœ here ðŠðª I ðð³ don't ð
ââïž belong ðšâð©âð§âðŠðœ here ðªð¥
[Common People]
She ð© came ð
ððŠ from ð€ Greece ð¬ð± she ð© had â a thirst ðŠ for ðŠ knowledge ð She 𥰠studied sculpture at Saint ð Martin's College That's ðŠ where ð I ð Caught ððŸââïžðšð®ââïžð®ââïž her ð© eye ð» She ð© told ð me âïž that ￜￜ her ð© dad ðªðŒ was loaded I ð said, ð in ð that ð case ðð¯ I'll ð
ð have ð² rum and Coca-Cola She ð said ð¬ fine ð And then ðð± in â®ïž thirty ð§ seconds ð« time ðâšð she ð© said ð¬ð I ðððððð wanna ð€ live ð like ð common ðð people ð©ð« I ð wanna ð¯ââïž do â³ whatever ð common ð© people ð« do ðŠ€ Wanna ð€ sleep ðŽ with common ð people ðš I ð wanna ðð sleep ðª with common ð© people ðšâðšâð§âðŠ Like ð you ð Oh ðŠ what ð else ð¿ð© could ð€ð€ I ð» do ðð«ð I ð said ð£ïžð£ïž I'll, ð· I'll ð
ð¿ð¡ see ð what â I ð can ðŠ do âŒïžâŒïžâŒïžâŒïžâŒïžâŒïžâŒïž I ð© took â her ð to a supermarket I ð don't â know ð€ why ð€ But ð I ðððððððð had ð to start ð¢ it somewhere ð So it started ð there ð I â¹ïžâ¹ïž said ð¬ pretend ð you've ðŠ got ð no ð£ð£ð£ money ð She ðââïž just ð¡ laughed ð and said ð¬ Oh ð¯ you're 𥵠so funny ð I ð said; ð£ïž yeah â I ð can't ðŠðŠ see ð anyone ð else ð€ smiling âšð«ð§ââïž in ð§ð» here ð Are you ð€¡ sure? ð You ð wanna ð¯ââïž live ð like ðââïž common ð© people ðª You ðð wanna ð· see ð¥ whatever ð common ðð people ð« see ð Wanna ðº sleep ð with common ðð people ð©ð« You ðŠð wanna ð¥ sleep ðª with common ð© people ð Like ð me ðŠ But ð she ð© didn't ð
ð»ââïž understand ðð
ð She ðââïž just ð smiled and held ðšâðŒ my ðð hand ð€² Rent a flat ð ðððªâïž above ððð a shop Cut ð£ your ð hair ð and get ð¥ a job ðŒ Smoke ðš some ðºð¯ fags and play ð² some ð¥ð¥ pool ð± Pretend ð you âŒïžâŒïž never ð« went ðš to school ð But ð still â°ð you'll ð€ never ð
get ð it right ð°ð° 'Cause ð« when ðð you're â laid ð in ð
°ïž bed ð at night ðð Watching ð roaches climb ðŒ the wall ðð¥³ð€ If you ð called ð±ðœð your ð dad ð± he ðš could ð stop â it all, ð¯ yeah ð
You'll ðž never ð« live ð£ðŠ like ðð common ð© people ð¥ You'll ðð§ never ð« do ð whatever ð¯ common ðð people ðšð² do ð You'll ð never â fail ð€§ð€§ like ð common ð people ð£ð¥ You'll ð never âââââ watch ð your ð life ð slide ðð¢ out âïž of view â² And you ð dance ð² and drink ð¶ and screw Because â¡ïž there's ð¹ nothing ðð€â else ð to do ð Sing ð€ðïž along ð¶ with the common ð© people ð«ð¬ð Sing ð¶ð along ðð and it might ð€·ð»ââïž just ðð get ð you ð through ð§ââïž Laugh ð along ðð with the common ð people ð©âðŸ Laugh ð along ðð even ð though ð«ð§ð»ð they're ð¥ really ð
ð» laughing ð
at you ððð And the stupid ð€€ things ðð that ðð€ you ð€ð€ do ð¶ââïž Because ð you ððŠ think ð€ that ð poor ðž is cool ð Like ð
a dog ð© lying ð€¥ in ðð¡ a corner ðœ They ð©âð©âðŠâðŠ will ðð° bite ð you ð and never âð warn you ð Look ð out, ð they'll ð¯ââïž tear ð your ð© insides ð out ð 'Cause ðð€ everybody ðŽðµðš hates ð¡ a tourist Especially one 1ïžâ£ who ð· thinks ðª it's all â¡ïžð¥2ïžâ£ such ðð a laugh ð Yeah ð¢ð©âð©âð§ðð»ð and the chip ð stains and grease Will ðŒ come ðœ out ðµðµ in âð» the bath ð You ð will ð°ðŒ never âïž understand âïž How ð€ it feels ð€ to live ðŠð»ð°ðŸðð» your ð life ððŠðŠðŠððð With no â meaning ð or control ðº And with nowhere â left ð to go ðŠ You ðð€ are amazed ð³ that ð€ they ð¥ðš exist And they ðœ burn ð¥ so bright ð Whilst ð© you ð can ð only ð€ wonder ð why ð€ Rent a flat ð ðððªâïž above ð a shop Cut âð± your ð©âðŒ hair ð and get ð a job ð
ðð€ª Smoke ð« some ð fags and play ðœ some ðœ pool ð Pretend ð you ð never â went ð£ to school ð¯ðµâð¯ðŒâ But ð still ð ð you'll ð never â get ð it right ð 'Cause ð when ð you're ð laid ð in ðð bed ðŽð at night ð Watching ðïž roaches climb ðŒ the wall ðð¥³ð€ If you ðð€ called ð² your ð dad ðš he ðââïžðââïžðââïž could ð stop â it all ðŸ Yeah ð© Never ð« live ð like ð common ðð people ð¶ Never ð
do ð£ what ððŠð common ð© people ð«ðš do ððº Never ð« fail ð« like ð common ðð people ðš You'll ð never ð« watch ð your ðœ life ð𧬠slide ð out ð of view â² And then ð dance ð² and drink ð¶ and screw Because ððœ there's ð¹ nothing ððŒ else ð
ââïž to do ð€š Wanna ð live ð with common ðð people ð¥ like ð you ð Wanna ð live ð with common ð© people ð©ðš like ð you ðŠ Wanna ð live ð£ with common ð© people ð©âðŸ like ð»ð« you ð Wanna ð€ð» live ðŠ with common ðð people ð« like ð you ðŠ Wanna ð live ð with common ðð people ð€¥ð€« like ð· you ð Wanna ðð live ðŠð»ð°ðŸðð» with common ð© people ðš like ð§ð you ð I ð wanna ð live ð with common ð© people ðª like ð you ð Oh, ð¯ la, ð§ la, ð° la, ð¶ la ð¶ Oh, ð³ la, ð°ð° la, ð° la, ð°ð° la ð
Oh, ð° la, ð¶ la, ð° la, ð° la ð¶ Oh, ð€ la, ð°ð° la, ð¶ la, ð§ la ðŒ Oh ðŠ you ð
[Even Flow]
Freezin' ð¥¶ð¥¶ Rests his ðŠ head ðð£ïž on ð a pillow made ð of concrete again 𥳠Oh, ðŠð feelin' Maybe ð€ he'll ðð see ðð a little ð€ betters, any ðŠ days ðïž Oh, ð° hand ð€ out ð Faces ðð that ð» he ðšð» sees ðð² time â³ again âð¬ ain't â that ð familiar Oh, ð dark ð grin ð He ð· can't ðœ help, ð¢ð¬ when ð he's ðš happy, ð he ð· looks ð insane ðð€ª Even ð flow, thoughts ðð€ arrive ð¬ like ð butterflies ð Oh, ðŠ he ðš don't ð«ð know, ð so he ð³ chases them â¡ïžð away ð Oh, ð€ð€ð€ someday yet ââ he'll ð€Ž begin ðŠ his ð€ð life ðŠ§ðŠ§ðŠðŽ again 𥳠Life ð
again, 𥳠life ð again â Kneelin' Lookin' ðð through ðž the paper ð€ though ð¥ð he ðââïž doesn't ð know ð€ to read ð Oh, ðð¯ prayin' Now ð to something ð€â that ð·ð¯ has ð never ð
showed him ðŠð± anything ð« Oh, ð€ð€ð€ feelin' Understands the weather ð¡ of the winter's on â¬ïž its way ð
Oh, ðð ceilings Few ðð¢ and far ð between ð all ð¯ the legal ð°ð halls of shame ð³ Even ð flow, thoughts ðð€ arrive ð like ð butterflies ð Oh, ð³ he ð¥ don't ð« know, ð so he ð¥ð chases them ðŒ away ð Oh, ð someday yet âš he'll ð€Ž begin ð his ð life ð again ð¬ Whispering hands âðð€ gently ð
lead ð him ðŽ away ð Him ðŽ away, ð him ðŽ away ð Yeah, ð ooh, ðâ¡ïžâ¡ïžð€â¬ïž ah 𥶠yeah, ð fuck â¬ïžððŠð it up ð Even ð flow, thoughts ðð€ arrive ð¬ like ð butterflies ð Oh, ð§ð
he ð· don't ð
ââïžð« know, ð«ð± so he ðš chases them ð± away ððš Ah, ð± someday yet ðð he'll ðŠ begin ð¢ his ðŠðâïž life ð€€ð again ð€ð€ðâŒïžâïž Whispering hands ð gently ð
lead ðððŠ him ðš away ð Him ðŽ away, 𥰠him ðŽ away ðð Yeah, â
ooh ðŠ
[Closer]
You ð let ð« me ð violate ð¯ you ððœ You ðð let ð« me ð€·ð»ââïž desecrate â you ð You ð let ð me ð°ð¯ penetrate you ð You ð»ð»ð¥µð¥µ let ð me ð complicate you ð I ð¥ broke ð apart ððð my ðªðš insides ð (Help ð me) ðââïž I've ð¯ got ð no â soul ð± to sell ðž (Help ðððð me) 𥺠the only ð€£ thing ð that ðððð works ðð» for ð» me ðð€°ð Help ðŠ me ð©ð» get 5ïžâ£ away ð from ð myself ð I ð° wanna ð¡ fuck ððŠ you ðŒðš like ð an animal ð¯ I ð£ð€ wanna ðº feel ð you ð from ð the inside ð I ð wanna ð fuck ðð you ð€ like ðŠ an animal ð My ð whole ðŠ existence ðð is flawed You ð get 5ïžâ£ me ð€ closer ð€¡â¡ïž to God ð You ð can ð« have ð¶ my ð¿ isolation You ð can ð have ð
°ïž the hate ð¡ that âïž it brings ð¶ You ðð can ð«ðŠ have ð¶ my ð absence of faith ð«âª You ððš can ðððââïž have ð¶ my ð everything ð¯ you ð»ð tear ð€£ down ð€ my ð
reason ð€ (Help ðŠ me) ðŽð» it's your ð sex ð I ð can ð«ðŠ smell ð (Help ðŠ me) ð€ you ðð€ make ð§ me ðŠ¶ perfect ðð𥰠Help ðŠ me ð©ð» become ð somebody ð€ else ð I ð€ðœ wanna ð fuck ð you ð±ð€¯ð³ like ð an animal ð I ð wanna ð feel ð you ð from ð§ââïž the inside ð§ I ððð wanna ð± fuck ð you ð like ð an animal ð My ð whole ðŠ existence ð is flawed You ðð get ð me ð©ð» closer ð€¡â¡ïž to God ðð€ Through ð⬠every ð¹ forest ð² Above ððð the trees ð² Within ð± my ðµ stomach ðð€£ Scraped off ð my ð knees ð§ââïžð€ I ð¥ drink ð§ð»ð§ðž the honey ð Inside ð your ðð hive You ð€ are the reason ð§ I ð stay ðð§ââïž alive ð¥Ž
[Supersonic]
I ð need ð to be ð¡ð myself ðð I ð can't â be ð no â one âïž else ð I'm ð€© feeling ð supersonic Give ð me ð» gin and tonic You ðð€ can ð¥ have ð it all, ð¯ but ð€ How ðâ much ð¥ do ð you âšð§ð»ð want ð it? You ð€ make â me ðšðŸ laugh ðð Give ð me ð€© your ð autograph Can âð« I ð© ride ð² with you ð In ð𥫠your ð BMW? You ððŒ can ðŠð« sail âµ with me ð©ð» In ð my ð
yellow ðž submarine You ð need ð¬ to find ðð€ out ð 'Cause ðð€ no ð one's 𩱠gonna ðâ¡ïžâ¡ïžð€â¬ïž tell ð£ïžð you ððâš what ð€·ð I'm ð on ð about âš You ð¶ need ð to find ðð a way ð€â For ð
ð what ðŠ you ðŠ wanna ð€ say ð But ðð before ð tomorrow ð 'Cause ð my ð§ friend ð said ð¬ he'd take ð€²ð» you ð home ð He ðââïž sits in ð¥ a corner ðœ all ðð
ââïž alone ð¥ He ð· lives ð€ðð under ð a waterfall Nobody ð
can ð³ see ð him ðŽ Nobody ð can ð§ ever ð hear ð him ð§ call 𥣠Nobody ð¯ can 𥫠ever ð€ hear ð him ððð call ð€ You ð need ð to be 2ïžâ£0ïžâ£2ïžâ£1ïžâ£ yourself ðð You ð can't ð« be ð³ no ðŸ one ðŠŽ else ð¿ð© I âïž know ð
ââïžð€ð€· a girl ðšâð©âð§âð§ called ð³ Elsa She's ððððð into ð Alka-Seltzer She ð§ sniffs it through ð§ââïž a cane ð On ð a supersonic train ððšðŠµð§ðŠµ And she ð© makes ð me ð§ laugh ð I ð¢ðš got ð· her ð© autograph She 𥰠done âŒïž it with the doctor ðšââ On ð a helicopter ð She's ð©ðŸ sniffing in ð a tissue Selling The Big ð€€ð© Issue ð And she ð© finds ð out ððª No ð
ð« one's ð gonna ðªðª tell ð her ððð§ what ðð€·ð»ââïž I'm ðð on ð§ðððð about ð§ââïž You ð need âð to find ð a way ð€ For ðð what ðŠ you ð wanna ð± say ð« But ð before ðŽ tomorrow ð 'Cause ð« my ðž friend ð©ðš said ð¬ he'd take ðð you ð home ðªðªðª He ð· sits in ðº a corner âŒïž all ð¯ alone ð¢ He ð¥ lives ð under ð¡ a waterfall Nobody ð¯ can ðžð« see ð him ðŽ Nobody ð
can ðŠðŠ ever ð€ hear ð him ðš call ð Nobody ð
ð€ can ðŠ ever ð hear ð him ð€ call ð
[Heart-Shaped Box]
She ð€ ð eyes ð me 𥰠like ð a Pisces ð when â° I ððŠðŠðŠðŠŸ am ð©âð§ðšâð§âð§ weak ð¶ I've ð been ðŒ locked ðð inside ðžð your â ïž heart-shaped box ðŠ for ð€¡ weeks I've ð been ðŠ drawn into ðª your ðŠ magnet tar pit trap ð I ð wish ðð I ð« could ð® eat ðð
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[Parklife]
Confidence ð§ð»ðâš is a preference for ð€Š the habitual voyeur Of what ð is known ð« as (Parklife) And morning ð
soup ðŸð can 𥫠be ð avoided If you ð take ð a route ðð straight ð through ðª what ðŠ is known ð« as (Parklife) John's got ð© brewer's droop He ð· gets ð intimidated by ð the dirty pigeons They ð©âð©âðŠâðŠ love ð a bit ð of him ðŽ (Parklife) Who's ð that âð¢ gut ð€€ lord ð marching ð² You ð should ðð¶ cut ð£ down ⬠on ðŒ your ð pork ð life ð mate Get ð some ðšð exercise ðââ All ð the people ð§âð€âð§ So many â people ð£ð¥ And they ð all 𥺠go ðŠ hand-in-hand Hand-in-hand through ð⬠their ð¥ parklife Know ð what ð§¡ð I ð mean? ðð
I ð€¢ get ð up ð when ð I âš want ð¥ Except ð® on ð³ Wednesdays When ðð» I ðð get 5ïžâ£ rudely awakened by ð the dustmen (Parklife) I ð put ð my ð trousers ð on, ðð have ðµð€ a cup â of tea â And I ð think ð€ð about ð€ leaving the house ððïž (Parklife) I ðð feed ðŽ the pigeons, I ð§ sometimes ð feed ð the sparrows too ð§ââïž It gives ð me ð a sense ð° of enormous well-being (Parklife) And then 𥵠I'm ð happy ð for ðð the rest ðª of the day ðžð Safe ðº in ð® the knowledge ð there ð±ð³ will ððµð· always 𧢠be â¡ïž A bit âªïž of my ð heart ð€ devoted to it All ð£ the people ðš So many ð¬ people ð©ð« And they ð©âð©âðŠâðŠ all ð¢ð go ðŠ hand-in-hand Hand-in-hand through ð§ââïž their â parklife Parklife (Parklife) Parklife (Parklife) It's got ð nothing ð« to do ð with Vorsprung durch Technik, you ð know? ðð
ð (Parklife) (Parklife) and it's not âïž about ðŠ you ð joggers Who ð go â€ïž round â and round ð and round ð (Parklife) (Parklife)
I hate myself
(oh yeah, edit: I obviously did not write all this myself, a bot did it instead because I'm not very efficient)
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stage dhâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ.. themâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ:
*inhales*
*exhales* aramaki-san was such a legendary sasara lmao
i remember reading some interview with hirono-san where he mentioned aramaki-san has a princely appeal and he does lol and it bleeds into his sasara
but the way it bled into his sasara made him the most intimidating version of sasara no cap lmao
aramaki-sanâs sasara in the early stage was formed primarily bc of a lack of material for nagosaka at the time, so all he really had was the first dh drama track, where sasaraâs two faced personality was his introduction, and the tdd manga, where he rolled with samatoki so i understand how it happened lol
LOL AND YOU KNOW WHERE I THINK THAT CHANGED
his and iwasaki-sanâs cross talk i firmly believe rewired how he functioned as sasaraâs actor LMAO
iwasaki-san is him lol he is very much so sasara and joked his entire way thru that cross talk and while aramaki-san won the competition part of the cross talk, he said he felt like he lost by being serious LOL
his sasara is still a bit scary but it definitely lightened up by dh vs bb lmao and sometimes that starts by coming into every rehearsal session and roping your characterâs partner into freestyling manzai to set the mood lol
that dedication is insane lmao
i find it absolutely hilarious aramaki-san claims to have fallen asleep listening to recordings of satonaka-sanâs voice to perfect his osaka accent LOL
itâs gotta be like a requirement for sasara actors to be down bad for rosho this man really out here describing sasaraâs solo as courtly love ððð
the stage is so fun lmao rosho and sasaraâs confrontation in canon was plenty dramatic but holy FCK did the stage ramp it up they were both crying and screaming throughout that fallout and subsequent reconciliation and thatâs Theatre lmao
fills me with so much rage having palpable proof these actors were still exploring and finding new ways to portray the characters bro like during one of the dh rep live shows, aramaki-san wound up missing his cue and laughed his way thru his apology and catching up with the song
except he clearly recognised he kinda cooked actually so come bop2023 he started rapping with that laughing quality THATS SO SICK ITS COOL TO LISTEN TO LOL
still crying over that bop2023 manzai dh did together lol the references to classic sasara manzai and past stage hijinks and the nods to the oridivi and ddb ð¥ºð¥ºð¥º
ohhhhh speaking of bob2023 i loooove the sasasama duet performance he and alan-san did
like nvm aramaki-san proving exactly why that song should have been a real performance this entire time lol the stage direction between the nb and mcd duets directly contrasted each other ð©ð
throughout the nb duet kuukou was tactile with ichiro; he playfully kicked him, ruffled his hair, shared a coke etc. but not once did sasara or samatoki meet in theirs; they kept circling each other on that stage and it was symbolic of what was real (ichiroâs memories of kuukou) vs what wasnât (samatoki dreaming of sasara) AND ITS GREAT MAN
is satonaka-san not a ridiculously handsome rosho lmao
itâs so neat heâs such a cool rosho to play off of the cool sasara
shoutout to the stage for making rosho really intolerant towards sasaraâs bullshit in dh vs bb lol it had been a nitpick of mine that rosho was a little too passive in track 3 but they heard my pleas (they did not lol) and said rosho isnât some bum to be walked over
god that whole thing where sasara manipulates ichiro into fighting rosho and rosho!!!!!!!! letâs ichiro know heâs his own person and not a stepping stone towards sasara!!!!!!! AND THEN!!!!!!! blows up on sasara for orchestrating it and being a massive heel towards them both
FINE ART MAN THE FINEST I LOVE STAGE ROSHO LOL
i also live for sasara and the ddb crew bullying him for sasaraâs tv show in that play lol iâm sorry rosho was created to suffer by the hands of sasara and anyone who knows rosho is easy to prank LOL
i like both our rei actors!!!!! what i miss about higashiyama-sanâs rei is his singing (his rei was intense lol) and the way he started moving with a quasi body roll and moved hips first LOL
i felt a little bad watching him tho lol like sometimes he looked a little lost and i wouldnât be surprised if the man just couldnât see with those shades lmao
gomoto-san sure flipped the script with his rei lol!!!!!
from the beginning, he said higashiyama-sanâs rei leaned heavily into the mystery aspect of rei and aimed to incorporate more of his comedic value and he did exactly that lol!!!!!
shoutout to dhâs rep live skit specifically LOL
i always think about him deciding to call his fans ânezumi-chanâ and the way he really didnât expect it to take off so when the crowd lost their shit he told was like âoh yâall are really weird okayâ LOL
#vee queued to fill the void#hmmmmmm mayhaps might need to call dh vs bb the best stage after track 5 with how much i gush about it LOL#i wish i had something productive to say about the new stage dh actors but i donât lol#like stage dh has an insane impression on me and this one i actually struggled to come up with enough shit to talk about#bc the more attached to something i am the LESS coherent i become lmao#(me coming up with stuff about stage bat is about to be rough lol)#iâm sure theyâll be fine or whatever lol#itâs kinda crazy that the new stage is in two months lol ð
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My Opinion On The FNaF Movie âŒïžâŒïž
Iâve got four perspectives for yâall, but theyâre all my own opinion-
From a horror aspect:
This movie had a lot of potential. Emphasis on had. The first step to the past tense was going with the game designs for the animatronics. I applaud Jim Hensonâs for the creation of these animatronics, but I feel like the designs couldâve been so much scarier. I know the majority thinks theyâre scary in the game anyway, but even as a kid I never personally found their designs alone to be as creepy.
The second step was their eyes. Iâm fine with the red and yellow eyes, donât get me wrong, but again. Wasted potential. They couldâve been BANGER. Of course Blumhouse would have their reasons to stray away from the black eyes in the games, but I still stand by my opinion.
The third step relates to the eyes, too, because itâs actually how EXPRESSIVE the animatronics are. Again, applause for Jim Hensonâs Creature Shop. BUT. I feel like the more âlifelessâ look the animatronics had going on fit them SO much better in most of the games.
Side note: that new footage of Bonnie behind Hank was so ð©ðâš
The fourth step was not as relative to the eyes, but just the whole filmâs direction. You can tell by just the trailers alone that this will be leaning more towards the horror-comedy genre, WHICH I LOVE. It also means the horror will be toned down a bit. Thatâll be disappointing to some people, but that means itâll be enjoyed by more people and it could be perfect for a Halloween movie night.
From an outsider perspective:
The big takeaway Iâm seeing from people is that this is a cheesy, campy horror movie. I think they are correct, and again, I appreciate it. I mean, haunted animatronics and Springtrap and all this stuff can be really scary, but the way Blumhouse is pulling it off, itâs a little more of a sillier concept.
I think this could be a really weird movie for some people, or it could be just the right amount of weird. Weâve got the core four, Golden Freddy, and Springbonnie/Springtrap. There were some old rumors of Puppet being in the movie, but I think these guys are enough. Youâve got the main victims as the core four, that fifth one for extra mystery, and the slasher. The final boss. Thatâs the perfect amount in my opinion.
The majority of people Iâve seen think this movie will be a good one to watch on Halloween weekend. Thereâs also a good number of people hyped, either from nostalgia or just from whatâs been shown so far. And then thereâs the minority that think itâll be a dumpster fire.
From my perspective:
I want this to be what I think it is. The rating is perfect. The campiness is perfect. The horror is perfect. I came with very low expectations, but they have been raised a bit with this last trailer. There are some legitimately creepy shots (mostly just Bonnie behind Hank like HOLY CRAP) that I think will still get some good scares out of people. SO.
My hopes--that my expectations will be met. I want the animatronics and Willy to have good screen time, some movie lore on Golden Freddy, and Mike and Abby being wholesome.
My concerns--just the horror and cgi. The animatronics are very much revealed in the trailers, not shrouded in darkness like in the games. But the darkness was part of what made them scary in the original. I know Blumhouse spent much more than usual on this movie, so hopefully a chunk of that budget went to good cgi lol
CONCLUSION:
Scott said a while ago heâd finally seen a draft of the movie in full play and it came together beautifully. I canât imagine having my creations being brought to life like that, itâs gotta be insane. If heâs happy with it, Iâm happy with it
#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#fnaf security breach#security breach#fnaf movie#the fnaf movie#blumhouse#halloween horror nights#THEYâRE AT UNIVERSAL#LETS GOOOOOO
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Cut You A Piece Of Me
Part 3, Spring
| Beetlejuice x GN!Reader
| 6k
| Rated: E. MINORS DNI
| Summary:
A college student finds a cheap room in an old house, and soon finds out why the rent is so low.
Part 1: Autumn, Part 2: Winter
The journey back home is long but fine. Itâs lonely in the car, even when you put the radio on to keep you company. You kinda wish he was there with you. Heâd keep you entertained even if you wanted to punch him.
Itâs gonna be a long holiday break.
Your family is happy to have you home and you get down to the celebrations and their feigned interest at what you do in university.Â
A couple of days go past. Your phone buzzes with a text. Itâs from Lydia.
Lydia ð·: wen u bak
You furrow your brow. Lydia doesnât usually use abbreviated text. Always full sentences. In fact, she calls you out for shortening words.
You: Beetlejuice?
Lydia: ð
You snort. Of course.
You: give Lydia back her phone. Iâm sure she wonât appreciate it being hijacked.
A pause. Then:
Lydia:ð
Lydia: ððð
ððŠ
Youâre not sure if thatâs a joke or a promise. Either way it elicits an eye roll.
You: You stop that.
The next text you get actually is from Lydia.
Lydia: Sorry. He took my phone and ran. Iâm trying to convince dad and Delia to get him his own one.
Youâre left on that, with a small smile lingering on your lips. A couple of days later you receive a text from an unknown number. Itâs a picture of Beetlejuice lying back on your bed at the Deetz house, a wild grin on his face showing off the fangs he hides so well. Thereâs just a kiss emoji.Â
You: you annoyed the Deetzs into getting you a cell then?
BJ: âbuliedâ s a strong word
A couple of seconds, then:
BJ: send nuds
You roll your eyes but decide to oblige him. The holiday spirit has gripped you and youâre feeling generous. You pull down your top and send him a snap of your chest. After a few minutes you get another message.Â
BJ: â€ïžððð©ð©ððŠðŠ
You let out a little giggle. Itâs sort of flattering if a bit coarse. Like every compliment he gives you really.Â
It goes on like that while youâre home. He sort of makes the holiday season bearable, actually. Your familyâs quiet disappointment in your choice of degree is softened by having him to message. Mostly what he texts is a string of emojis which you have to decipher like a dirty pictogram. But you find yourself smiling a lot. And part of you canât wait to get back to your home away from home.Â
Then again⊠was it really that any more? Or was it just home?
And the longer you stay away the more you sort of miss it.Â
The strange friends youâve made. The ghost couple in the attic. The goth child you seem to have somewhat had thrusted under your wing. The demon youâre sending semi-regular nudes to.Â
And the worst thing is you know youâre going to have to leave.Â
It sucks. But itâs true. Your tenancy is only going to last for another six months or so. And then youâre going to have to vacate.Â
You assume everybody there knows it. That you arenât a permanent feature. Youâll have to leave when the tenancy is done, when your degree is finished. But itâs not really a conversation you want to have. Much like all your important conversations youâre⊠ignoring it.Â
Trying to live in the now.Â
You go back home - real home - in mid January. Itâs been too long since youâve seen everyone. You arrive as quietly as your little car will allow. You gave Delia prior warning, of course, but you didnât let Lydia or Beej know you were getting home early. You think it will be nice to see their reactions.Â
After sneaking up the stairs you find them in Lydiaâs room. Sheâs sitting on her bed and Beetlejuice is on the floor with his arms propped up on her mattress. She has a look of concentration on her face and it takes a moment for you to realise sheâs doing his nails, painstakingly careful brushstrokes of black. You catch the tail end of the conversation.Â
â...going steady?â
Beetlejuice shrugs, messing up Lydiaâs paintwork and causing her to curse. He sticks his tongue out at her before sighing.Â
âI donât know. I mean, I hope so. Who would want to miss out on all this?â he tries to gesture to himself, then takes a moment to actually take a look at how heâs dressed. He seems to slump a little. âI guess quite a few people actually, huh?â
âJust take a bath and get a new suit. Theyâll appreciate if you make an effort.â
âBut⊠my aesthetic,â he whines.Â
âIs like you crawled out of a grave, yeah.â
âThank you! Iâve been cultivating the look for years. This doesnât come naturally.â
Lydia sits back and puts the cap on the little bottle. âBlow,â she instructs, gesturing to his nails. He does so but in between breaths admits:Â
âI dunno. I just miss âem.â
âOh sorry,â says Lydia, âis hanging out with your ex-wife not good enough for you anymore?â
âEx-wife?â you finally say. Their heads both snap around to face you.Â
âDoll!â Beetlejuice cries, his face lit up with the genuine kind of excitement you didnât often see. In a moment heâs on his feet and off towards you. You go in for a hug, him a kiss. You knock your heads together. Awkwardly you shuffle apart, an uncomfortable silence settling over Lydiaâs room.Â
âOh god,â Lydia says, âIâm leaving. Nice to have you back, though.â
âBut this is your room,â you say, but she waves your complaint with a delicately-manicured hand - Beejâs work? - and walks off.Â
You and Beetlejuice are left alone.Â
âSo⊠you were married?â you ask, at length. He winces, scratching the back of his head.Â
âI donât wanna talk about it. It was a, uh, bad time in my life. Bad-der, I guess, hah.â
You narrow your eyes and he sighs.Â
âI really wanted to get to the real world, she was easily blackmail-able, weâre over it now.â
You nod. Okay. You donât really want to know any more.Â
âSo how was your time at home? Did you miss this face?â
With that he hops in the air and begins to float, making a slow orbit around you. You feel a smile tugging at your lips despite everything. Itâs so easy to fall back into your usual patter.Â
âIt was nice. But yeah. I did,â you say, and watch with a smug glee as you see him begin to colour pink. âHow was your Hannukah?â
He shrugs. âSame.âÂ
You stare at each other for a long moment, gaze holding fast as he continues his levitation. Then you speak at the same time:
âWell, Iâd better go unpackââ
âCan I be your boyfriend?â
You almost choke on your breath, wondering if this is a joke heâs playing. But his eyes are puppy-dog wide and sincere in a way youâre rarely used to.Â
âDo you want to be my boyfriend?â you ask, after considering it. After a moment, Beetlejuice nods. You see the telltale signs of pink taking root in his hair.Â
âDo you want me to want to be your boyfriend?â he counters.Â
You let yourself relax into a smile.Â
âYeah. Sure, okay. You can be my boyfriend.â
His face splits into a grin so wide you think he may split his cheeks, and he does a spin in the air culminating in a handstand in front of you.Â
âHell yeah, baby!â he shouts, righting himself when heâs finished with his celebration and pulling you into his arms. Itâs such an honest display of enthusiasm you canât help but let yourself laugh.Â
âHey, can I kiss you?â he asks, after a moment. Youâre so shocked heâs asked permission youâre struck silent, and instead of giving a verbal response you answer by pressing your lips to his.Â
You can feel he wants to stick his tongue immediately in your mouth, but youâre pleasantly surprised when he restrains himself. Instead he gives you a kiss which errs on the side of pleasant. He cups your face and you press your cheek into his palm affectionately.Â
âCome on,â you say, eventually, âletâs go unpack my stuff.â
When he thinks youâre out of earshot, you hear him mutter to himself.Â
âIâm gonna be such a good boyfriend.â
You smile.Â
*
And he actually⊠kind of is?
Not all the time, you mean - he is still Beetlejuice, after all -Â
âI hate spring. Everythingâs so alive.â A spider is crawling along the wall. He slaps his hand down on it with expert precision, inspects the carnage on his palm, then fucking eats it.Â
âOh my god,â you say, âI let you kiss me with that mouth.â
âYou sure do!â he beams -
But overall, itâs⊠nice.Â
The weather warms, and flowers begin to bloom in the garden, even though you can guess from Lydiaâs withering gazes she wishes they werenât. You study, come home, do your work, and then spend time with the family and your new - demon - boyfriend.Â
Beetlejuice is rather clingy, but with all things considered thatâs sort of to be expected. He complains constantly that he misses you when youâre gone, then whines how bored he was when you get back. But overall you can see how kind of⊠devoted he is to you.Â
Thereâs a thing about love languages. You can tell one of Beejâs is physical touch, considering the way heâs pretty much always draped over you.Â
And gifts. Apparently.Â
You look down at the row of dead bugs on your windowsill. Seems like theyâve been getting more and more frequent these past couple of weeks. Theyâre all quite pretty, iridescent beetles and beautiful butterflies. They are dead though.Â
âBeetlejuice?â
âThatâs my name, just say it two more times!â
He beams, just like he always does when you call him. Youâre getting used to him appearing out of thin air now. You don't jump like you used to.Â
âAre you putting these here?â You gesture to the row of tiny corpses.Â
He makes a noncommittal noise and scuffs his shoe on the ground. You furrow your brow.Â
âAre you mad at me?â
âWhat?! No!â he says, in obvious hurt. Suddenly, everything falls into place.Â
âAre these⊠presents, then?â
âI dunno. I guess,â replies. His cheeks donât go pink in embarrassment but his hair does. He disappears before you can ask anything else.Â
You look back over to them and smile.Â
You invest in some insect pinning equipment and put them up over the next couple of days.Â
A couple of days later when he sees what youâve done, he beams. Itâs a bit of a macabre decoration but, hey, it suits the two of you down to a tee.Â
*
âHey, is it your birthday soon?â
Your head snaps up from where youâre looking at your laptop. Beetlejuice lazily floats through the air on his back, kicking his legs as if heâs swimming.Â
âHow did you know that?â
âWent through your bag,â he replies with a shrug. You pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration.Â
âWhy, Beej?â
âI was looking for snacks.â
âWe live above a kitchen! Why donât you get snacks from there?â
âBecause they taste nicer when theyâre from your bag,â he says with a pout.
âHang on,â you say, swivelling round in your chair to face him, âdo you even need to eat? Arenât you dead?â
âNo, I donât need to.â
âBut you do eat? You ate that whole pizza yesterday. Rolled it up and shoved the whole thing down your throat like a snake.â
âHa! Yeah I did do that. Man, that was funny.â He waves his hand, as if getting rid of the conversation from the air. âAnyway. Stop deflecting. What do you want for your birthday?â
You open your mouth to say, ânothing!â, but he beats you there with a: âAnd donât go pulling that âI donât want anythingâ crap. I know itâs a lie, you know itâs a lie, and lying doesnât suit you, dollface.â
With a sigh you reach out to take his hand. Even such a simple gesture gets the pink going in his hair.
âWhatever you get for me Iâll like, Beej.â
He grins so wide his face nearly splits in half.
*
When you wake up on the morning of your birthday, heâs hovering a foot over you. You scream in surprise and lash out - earning him a slap to the side of the face.
âHa, nice,â he says, rubbing the cheek where your hand just landed. You roll your eyes at him but manage a smile anyway.
âMorning, Beej.â
âHappy birthday, doll.â
He reaches down to kiss you, but you hear Lydiaâs voice interrupt the moment.
âBeetlejuice, itâs their birthday. You could have let them sleep in.â
âNo,â he states, sitting down and shifting over on your bed so Lydia can join. The Maitlands are behind her too, and theyâve managed to materialise party hats from somewhere.
âHappy birthday! Sorry we couldnât get you anything, being that weâre, you know, dead,â Barbara says. âBut weâve decided you can have anything of ours you want from the attic!â
âExcept the kombucha,â warns Adam, âthe kombucha is not good.â
âThank you, guys,â you say with a laugh.
âThis is from me,â says Lydia, shoving a present into your hands. You can see sheâs blushing, shy. You tear open the newspaper wrapping and look at the present sheâs given you.
Itâs a collage. Of photos sheâs taken. Thereâs one of you and her grinning into the camera, a rare selfie - a picture from the Halloween party all that time ago, you in the attic with two floating orbs you can tell, as much as they show up on camera, are Barbara and Adam.
And in the middle is a photo of you and Beetlejuice.
Youâre both high in the air, his arms encircling you and carrying you bridal-style. Even though the picture is angled upwards you can still see the look of gentle, sincere adoration on his face.
You remember that day. When Lydia asked you to model for her. The first day you trusted him.
âOh, Lyds,â you whisper, and pull her into a hug.Â
âItâs nothing,â she mutters. She only has a moment to return your embrace before you feel Beetlejuice press something against you.
âOkay, enough breather bonding time, my turn!â
You carefully take the offered present and stare at it. Itâs not big. Maybe ring box sized. You narrow your eyes.
âCan I open this if thereâs a minor present?â Itâs not beyond him to gift you a cock ring. Youâre not even sure if youâd mind it.
âWhat! Yes, what do you take me for? Some kind of demon pervert?â A millisecond of a pause. âDonât answer that.â
With a shrug, you slide a finger under the wrapping paper and open it up.
It is a jewellery box.Â
And inside is a necklace. A small silver âBâ on a fine, discreet chain. Itâs surprisingly tasteful - and restrained - for a present from him.Â
âOh, Beej. I love it,â you say, honestly. You look over to him to see heâs started to undo his tie, unbutton his collar.Â
âAnd see? We match!â
You think maybe heâll show you a matching necklace, maybe your own initial hanging from it.Â
What you donât expect is to see your name TATTOOED across his chest.Â
You manage to strangle back a gently horrified âBeetlejuice what the FUCK,â and instead force a smile.Â
Well. Actually. This is pretty on brand for a display of affection from him.Â
âThatâs not how you spell their name,â Lydia pipes up. Beetlejuice frowns and tries to look down.
âWhat?â
âI said thatâs not how you spell their name. Itâs like this,â Lydia scribbles your name down on a piece of discarded paper and shows it to him. Beetlejuice shrugs.
âEh, whatever. Itâs the thought that counts, right?â
âYeah, Beej,â you say, genuinely, âit is.â
*
It ends up being a really nice birthday. You donât do much, with it not really being a milestone, but you hang out with your friends and enjoy each otherâs company.Â
If you had known a year ago that your friend group of this strange group - well, you probably wouldnât have changed a thing.Â
You go to bed in the small hours nearly asleep on your feet. Beetlejuice floats behind you like a horny balloon animal.Â
âYou want some birthday sugar?â he asks, eyeing you as you strip to get into your pyjamas.Â
âCome and cuddle me first,â you say with a sleepy yawn, clambering under the covers and holding out your arms. Beetlejuice seems a bit taken aback by the request but is obedient, trying to hide the pink in his roots as he snuggles down next to you.Â
He smells of grave dirt only vaguely now. You canât believe youâre getting used to it. But he lacks much body temperature, being dead and all, so heâs the perfect bedfellow for a warmer spring night. After a moment he turns to press his face into your neck, not to be overly amorous, but merely to be closer to you.Â
âCan I tell you something?â he asks. His voice is small. Heâs going to say something sincere. You wonder if he gets the courage by not looking at you when he says it.Â
âAnything, Beej.â
âIâm really glad you rented this room.â
Your hand finds itself in his hair, petting gently. He drops a kiss on your shoulder.Â
âI am too, bug.â
âBabes?â
âYeah?â
âThereâs something else you need to know.â
âShoot.â
This time he does look you in the eye.Â
âSo long as I have a face, you will always have a place to sit.â
You snort, loud and ugly, and Beetlejuice gets the same smile on his face he always does when he can make you laugh.Â
With a burst of renewed energy you push him over and pin him on his back.Â
âCan I put that to the test?â
You donât need to ask twice.Â
*
Spring gets warmer, you wear less clothes - which Beeltejuice loves - and Lydia gets sadder.
Lydia always has an air of the morose around her, but it becomes more palpable the further into spring you get. One day you decide to talk to her about it. You come into her room with a pair of sodas - youâve been friends with her for long enough to know what her favourite is - a pack of donuts, and open ears.
âHey. Wanna hang?â
She looks up from her book - Frankenstein, youâre not surprised to see - and shuffles over on her bed. You plop down heavily and open the food, listening out to make sure Beetlejuice doesnât hear the sound of the packet opening and come running like a pet cat.
He doesnât, and youâre safe.
âDonât you have coursework to be doing?â Lydia asks as she fishes a donut out with her forefinger and thumb, nibbling at the edge carefully. She doesnât ask it unkindly, but maybe a little teasingly, because she knows the answer is yes.
âDonât you have homework to be doing?â
She shrugs, beaten, and shoves the donut into her mouth. You relax in companionable silence for a moment before you breach the subject.
âYouâve seemed sad recently. Well. Sadder. Everything okay?â
Lydia sighs. Dusts off some crumbs from her quilt.Â
âItâs the anniversary of my momâs death next week.â
Ah.
âOh, honey. Iâm so sorry.â
She shrugs.
âItâs fine. Iâm⊠better about it. I think weâll be taking a trip to New York to visit her grave.â
âDo you want to talk about her?â
Lydia seems unsure.
âIs that okay?â
âOf course.â
And so, perhaps the most animated youâve ever seen her, she does.Â
*
You offer to come with her next week, if she wants some company thatâs neither her father nor Delia, but it seems Charles has other ideas.
âWe were hoping you could house-sit,â he says the next morning. âWe trust you and we need someone to keep our⊠other house guests in line.â
You feel a thrum in the air that means you know Beetlejuice is listening in to this conversation, and likes what heâs hearing. Also you understand this is a reasonably big ask and want to be a good lodger.
âOf course, Charles. Iâd be happy to.â
You pretend you donât hear the whispered boo-yah from another plane.
The next week goes by quickly, but Beetlejuice feels more than ever like heâs so wound up heâs about to snap. Constantly pawing at your body, being touchy-feely. You indulge him when you feel like it, but know if you give an inch heâll take a mile - and youâll never get out of bed again unless you set some boundaries.
On the day the Deetzes leave, you give Lydia a firm hug which she returns.
âIâm on the end of the phone if you need me, okay?â you tell her, and feel her nod against your shoulder. From the kitchen you watch your host family load their luggage, then themselves, into their car -
â then a pair of arms wraps around you and hoists you onto the kitchen counter.
âWaah-!â
Beetlejuice steps between your legs, grabbing your ankles so he can wrench you forward flush against him. He buries his face between your shoulder and your neck and takes in a deep, deep breath of your scent.
âFinally, we have this place to ourselves,â he mutters, and you can hear the grin on his face even if you canât see it. âWhere are we starting? Here? Sofa? Hey, we can even go into the laundry room if you wanna sit on the dryer while it vibrates, if that will get you off.â
You suppress a snort of laughter and gently press your hands to his chest, pushing him off of you.
âBeetlejuice, firstly, weâre not going to have sex while I can still see their car in the driveway -â
With a gesture, all the blinds on the kitchen windows shut, cutting off daylight and prying eyes at once.
âBetter?â
â- and secondly, Iâm not fucking all over their house because that would be rude.â
Beetlejuice makes a whiny noise of complaint in the back of his throat. You cup his cheeks in your hand, forcing him to look in your eyes.
âBut, that being said. Why donât you take a shower and meet me upstairs?â
Your voice is low, sultry, and full of promise for the rest of the day. His eyes go wide. Youâve never seen him run before, let alone for a wash, but thereâs pretty much a Beetlejuice-shaped empty space where he rockets off to the bathroom.
When youâre happy you can hear the faucet being turned on, you begin the walk up to your room.
You strip once you cross the threshold, discarding your clothes in a line over to the bed. Dropping to your knees you pull out one of the suitcases you packed when you came back from your break over the holidays.
With a grin, you take out your strap and harness, and begin to get ready.
After what is probably too short a time in the shower than Beetlejuice actually needs, you hear the water stop and the door open. Your boyfriend stalks into your room looking surprisingly⊠clean. Sure, thereâs still moss on him, and thereâs some crust that simply won't come off, but he looks far closer to alive than dead now.
And when he takes in the sight of you lying on the bed, fake cock bobbing between your legs, he throws his head up and mutters something that you think might be a âthank you, godâ.
âYou kept this well hidden, huh?â he asks, stalking over to the bed, clambering up towards you. When he reaches out to touch you surprise him - grabbing him by the wrist and flipping him onto his back, straddling him before he can regain his wits. His pupils immediately blow wide, his hair streaking quickly from a playful green to shocking pink.
âYou think you can be good for me, Beej?â
He tries to look cocky but itâs rather ruined by the way heâs trying to grind his half-hard dick up into you. You give him a gentle slap on the hip to get him to behave.
âIâm never good, doll.â
âAwh, well. Iâm sure we can fix that.â
You drop your head down to press a kiss to his clavicle. He sucks in a breath he doesnât need from the intimate feeling of it, keeping it locked in his lungs as you make your way down his body. A tongue over a nipple. A nip to his wonderful stomach. Running your bared teeth over the meat of his thigh.Â
âBabe, donât make me wa-â he begins to object, but is stopped when you reach up to stuff your fingers in his mouth. His sentence is cut off with a moan as he begins to suck them. His tongue is pointed and long. Far longer than a humanâs tongue would be and with far more potential, too. As you caress his body but ignore his cock you look up, watching the way he wraps it round your digits and out to taste the sweat on your palm.
âI think you can be very good, actually.â
You press a single kiss to his shaft before you sit back up, reaching over to your side table to get out the (recently) well-used bottle of lube.Â
Beetlejuice groans in annoyance when you extract your fingers from his mouth, but watches curiously as you pour a generous portion of it into your hand.
âKnees open for me, honey.â
Beetlejuice does as heâs bid, for once without arguing, watching you like a hawk as you press two fingers to the rim of his hole.Â
âFu-uu-uck,â he groans as you push inside him, all the way down to your final knuckle. He takes you like a champion. You crook your fingers upwards to press into the sweet spot you know is there and he throws his head back with a choked moan.
âBabesâŠâ
âHmm?â
You pump your fingers in and out, adding a third, holding his desperate gaze. You like him like this. Putty in your hand, lost for words because of the pleasure you have him strung out on.
âY-yâknow, demon bodies are built different to breathers. You donât need to prep me.â
You hum as you consider this.
âMaybe I just wanted to feel you, Beej.â
He lets out another moan, this one a lot more wanton than before. He struggles for words.
âDoes it feel good, honey?â
âY-yeah.â
âThen donât think. Just enjoy it.â
Beetlejuice collapses back from where heâs been holding himself up on his forearms, reaching back and holding onto your bed pillows for dear life.
You continue your work languidly, in no great hurry to have this over. You enjoy Beetlejuice being reduced to a quivering mess around your fingers. Bring him down a peg or two - hah!, so to speak. You watch the way his cock hardens and bounces against his stomach, leaving smears of precome against the hair leading down to his groin. If you were feeling kind you might take it in your hand, give it a couple of pumps.
However, youâre feeling more like gently torturing him.
Eventually you extract your hand. You add some extra lube to the strap and wipe whatâs left off your slippery fingers and onto his chest. His fingers grip the pillows so hard you can hear the sound of fabric tearing.
âReady?â
âFuck. Shit. Yeah. Just, fuck, give me anything, babe. Iâm dying here.â
You resist the urge to ask, âbut arenât you already dead?â and instead line up the head of your dick with his entrance. You push in reasonably slow, giving him time to adjust, but quickly find yourself bottoming out.
Opened up on you, Beetlejuice thrashes and turns.
âHoly crap, move,â he chokes.
âMagic word?â
âCome on, babes -â
You sigh dramatically and begin to pull out.Â
âOkay, fine! Please! Fucking, fuck me, please!â
With a vulpine grin, you do.
Your hips move hard and fast against his own, spearing him over and over again with your strap. Each push grinds down into your clit as it hits his prostate, pleasuring you both. But you have a job to focus on. And thatâs to reduce him to a blubbering mess.
So far it seems like youâre succeeding.
âFuck, yes, ah-!â Beetlejuice covers his face with his hands as he loses himself in the pleasure of being fucked, but you donât let him stay like that - instead you link your fingers through his own and hold them down into your ruined pillows, pinning him and making sure you can see his face.
The sounds your dick makes are obscene, the intimate slide of wet flesh, but itâs all worth it when Beetlejuice hauls his legs up to wrap them around your waist. You feel him cross his ankles to lock himself in place underneath you.Â
âYou want to come, huh, Beej?â
He nods, desperate.
âGonna need to hear you say it out loud, sugar.â
âYes!â
âThen come.â
And he does, with a roar that makes you glad you waited until the Deetzes were gone in order to whip this out. He shoots hot spurts all over his stomach, nearly crying with the effort of his release.
âYou okay, Beej?â
âFucking peachy,â he pants, grinning dirtily. You laugh, untangling one of your hands so you can affectionately brush the hair away thatâs stuck to his forehead.
âWeird that you only had, what, two suitcases? And that was one of the things you chose to pack.â
âAre you complaining?â
Beetlejuice catches your wrist in his hand and presses a kiss to it.
âNah, never.â
Then he flips you on your back to return the favour.
*
The Deetz family return after a few days to a perfectly in-tact house. You managed to keep most of your and Beetlejuiceâs escapades confined to your bedroom, but when he slipped his hand down your underwear when you were in the middle of washing up⊠well, you werenât going to turn him away, were you?
You just had to make sure the Maitlands werenât permanently scarred by anything you got up to.
Things settle back into normality, and as April turns to May, you get ready for the end of your uni semester.
Itâs a hot afternoon. Youâre making sure to keep hydrated as you tap away on your laptop. Beetlejuice isnât explicitly saying âpay attention to meâ, but he might as well be when he comes floating into your room, settling on your bed and staring intently at you. Music plays gently from your speakers, a gentle background noise as you make some edits to your university work.Â
Heâs quiet for about .5 seconds.Â
âOh shit, is this Rumours by Fleetwood Mac?â
You nod, tapping your foot to the beat.Â
âOnly one of the -â
âBest albums ever written!â you both conclude. You grin at him, pleased to share this opinion.Â
âMan, Stevie Nicks is crazy. Lights up the room down in the Netherworld.â
âWait, Stevie Nicks isnât dead, is she?â
âI never said she was dead,â Beetlejuice says, puzzled. You decide to let that topic lie, actually.Â
âWhat are you doing?â
âPicking out some photos for our photography show next week. They hire out a little gallery in town to showcase everyoneâs work, I want to make sure I pick the best stuff I have.â
âOh.â A beat. âCan I come?â
You look up at Beetlejuice from over your laptop screen. Heâs playing with an errant thread off your quilt, pretending not to care about your answer, but failing spectacularly.
âYou want to, bug?â
ââCourse I do. Seeing your work in a gallery is like, professional shit. I wanna be there.â
You smile softly at him, feeling a rush of affection spread across your chest.
âSure you can, Beej.â
âWhat, really?â he perks up.
âWell, Iâd want my boyfriend to be there, right?â
Thereâs no hiding the pink that streaks his hair.
âBut you have to promise to behave. No funny business.â
âBabe. As I live and breathe, Iâd never get into any funny business.â
âYou neither live nor breathe.â
âHaha, yeah.â
*
You know nobody can see Beetlejuice hovering along beside you, holding your hand and being dragged around the gallery space as he hovers in the air. But itâs still nice. To be in a public setting with your boyfriend, wandering around like the two of you are on a normal date. Youâre wearing a black pair of trousers and blazer, the little âBâ necklace hanging between your collarbones.Â
It feels nice. It feels normal.
âWhat the fuck is that meant to be?â Beetlejuice asks, squinting at one of the prints from your classmate. You hide a laugh under your hand.
âI think itâs a sewer pipe.â
âOh. Right. Yeah that tracks,â he says, wrinkling his nose at the rest of the display. You swallow a guffaw with a mouthful of wine and lead him over to your space.
âAnd this is my stuff.â
You stop in front of a small, muted selection of your photographs. Theyâre all in black and white, your preferred medium - and most of them are from the Deetz house. Angles of the building itself. Dead wildlife you found in the grass. Decaying flowers.
One of them is of you.
You donât love self portraits, but youâve been learning to get more confident with your appearance. The photo is a close up of your face. Youâre looking down, face gently melancholy, hair falling into your eyes.
Beetlejuice stares at it.
âWow. You look⊠wow,â is all he can say.Â
âHa. Thanks, I guess.â
âI mean it. You really have an eye for this stuff,â he says. It feels weird, hearing a sincere compliment leave his mouth, but you can feel yourself begin to get a little bit flustered because of it.Â
âYeah?â
âYeah. I mean, you should make a living doing this.â
Youâre so genuinely flattered you canât come up with a teasing response.
âThank you, Beej.â
He scratches the back of his head, awkward at the rawness of the moment. Then he spies the spread thatâs been put out for visitors to the gallery.
âOh hell yeah, Iâm gonna go and fucking destroy those crudites.â
Beetlejuice presses a kiss to your cheek before descending upon the buffet like a man possessed.
Next to you, a man in a black polo neck is surveying your work. He gives an appraising nod.
âYouâre the photographer, I take it?â
âI am, sir.â
He nods again.
âVery interesting work. You have an intimate understanding of the relationship between life and death.â
Youâre glad Beetlejuice is out of earshot. You can just imagine him chiming in, hell yeah they do!
âThank you.â
The man passes a business card from his pocket. Your eyes go wide when you see the name printed on it.
Oh god. Itâs him. From that magazineâŠ?!
âIâm here as a favour from your professor. Weâre old friends, and I come to these shows to seek out new talent. Usually I come up empty. But you,â he turns to look at you for the first time, tearing his eyes away from your photos, âyou have something. How would you like to come and work for me?â
Your mouth is hanging open. You close it with a pop.
âFor you? From here?â
That would be⊠well, perfect. Youâve been looking at apartments around here for when your degree is over and lease is up at the Deetz household. You could be near Beetlejuice and Lydia and do something you love. This dream job would be the icing on the cake.
âWhat? Oh, Christ, of course not. This is rural Connecticut. Nothing happens here. No. Youâd need to move to Los Angeles, of course.â
Your heart plummets in your chest.
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*RISES FROM THE DEAD* IâM ALIIIIIIVE!
AAAA, itâs been a little while since I last talked with you! ð€§ School has been kicking me in the shins ð©ð
But!! I just came in to check and see how you were doing!! Any new updates? How are the ikegames going? Are Azul and Dazai still going at each otherâs necks? :D /genÂ
Things have been super hectic for me ngl,,, Well, tbh, the entirety of last month was super hectic JDFNGF- Beginning of September? I went on a trip to Berlin with my classmates (which was incredibly chaotic,, To give a small sample of it, I accidentally showered in the menâs room instead of the womenâs room the first night there ðð But ngl?? I have to say⊠I think I preferred showering in the menâs room, it was more cleaner,, and it also didnât have orange mould growing on the walls â ïž). Middle of September? A bucketful of school tests. End of September? Had to do a Theatre performance that I wasnât super prepared for,, (Though, I think I did fine for the most part!)
Oo, and I actually managed to take some photos on the Berlin trip! I hope you donât mind me sharing some asdfghjcg-
Brandenburg Gate
https://i.postimg.cc/7Z4mf1wD/IMG-3615.jpg
So there was this mall,, ðð
https://i.postimg.cc/1tD8nF9h/IMG-3702.jpg
There was this chocolate mixer thing??
https://i.postimg.cc/QxhfMkXD/IMG-3704.jpg + https://i.postimg.cc/zX1qGf2W/IMG-3705.jpg
There was this cute section in a bookstore where wrapped books were advertised as âblind date after one sentence,,â This was the book I got! [Ngl, I first read the âLâ as âDâ so I was initially like âDoctor Deng??â]
https://i.postimg.cc/fWc65f5t/IMG-3707.jpg
Nighttime City Scenery
https://i.postimg.cc/3JR6F5qN/IMG-3716.jpg
Train Station
https://i.postimg.cc/NGPbYyNG/IMG-3718.jpg
Another Mall Photo!
https://i.postimg.cc/g2yvwrKZ/IMG-3778.jpg
These Pringle socks are everything ð
https://i.postimg.cc/wMcm1GXd/IMG-3780.jpg
Aside from all that!! Iâve been doing good- I just found out this new game called âStray Gods: The Roleplaying Musicalâ and I am having the time of my LIFE,, Just a quick summary in case you donât know what it is, Stray Gods follows Grace who has been accused of murdering the last muse and must prove her innocence to a pantheon of Greek gods. And to put the icing on the cake, there are a bunch of musical numbers in it, and you can choose your own lyrics! Iâd recommend checking it out if you have the chance :D Speaking of the game though, I wonât lie,, one of its songs kinda reminds me of Azul,,Â
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-yIFPYzXIdI
Him and Pan (the horned singer) give off the same energy of âShady Guy with Shady Motivesâ¢â This game has honestly made me think of a TWST musical ð
Oh, but speaking of TWST! Iâve been brainstorming and compiling random thoughts and ideas that I find funny- Some Iâve got so far are the Octatrio working at Dennyâs, TWST guys as wedding dates/plus-ones, and the TWST cast going on a road trip,, Ngl, Iâve been Considering⢠the second one with Azul and I just might do a Thing⢠with him for it,, (the brain rot for him is STRONG,,)
Also!! I love the new Vil theme!! :DD
Jackdaw Anon ðŠ
AAAA JACKDAW ANON SHAKING YO AU ROOUND I MISSED YOU FR
OKAY NEW UPDATE UM I DONT KNOW HOW LONG YOUVE BEEN GONE FOR BUT I STARTED ARTHURS ROUTE!!! AND I HAVE TWO CHARACTERS FROM IKEREV THAT ARE ROTTING MY BRAINS
THEM!!!!!!!!! ONE OF THEM IS A SILLY GOOSE AND THE OTHER ONE (METAPHORICALLY? VERBALLY?) BEATS HIS ASS I LOVE THEM THEYRE SO SILLY
i have never heard of orange mold before but I HOPE YOU HAD FUN??? A TRIP TO BERLIN SOUNDS EXHUASTING BUT IF YOU HAD FUN THEN IT WAS TOTALLY WORTH IT!!!!
NO YORUE RIGHT THAT STRAIGHT UP LOOKS LIKE A D..,.,..,,. WHEN I DO SWOOPY L'S I ALWAYS MAKE SURE THE L SWOOP IS TINNIE SO THAT DOESNT HAPPEN AJSHFDAJHSDFG
THE NIGHTTIME SCENERY IS SO BEAUTIFUL.,..,,.,. AND THE TRAIN STATION LOOKS SO CLEAN AJSFDAHJSGFDHAGSD AND THE MALLLLLL THE FLOOR IS SO PRETTY JAHSFDHAGSFD and the pringle socks are so silly :3
omg the singing is so beautiful...,,.., i actually really like taht song JHASFDHAGFSDHAGS
PLS ANYTHING WEDDING THEMED WITH OCTAVINELLE HAS ME IN TEH GROUND
IM GLAD YOU LIKE THE THEME JAHSFDAHJSGFDHGASFD
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kreerence dub/noncon anon and lmao thank you for putting CK kreese / TKK Johnny into my head omg
And now I keep thinking about CK Kreese slowly drag TKK Johnny into this thing where he's the top student of the dojo and when the dojo doors close he's basically a warm hole for Kreese. After every class he stays late to 'clean the mats' - which he does but then after his other duties are to clean himself, put on his blindfold and sit next to the things sensei will 'train' him with.
And Kreese just walks in after a drink to this boy, naked and blindfolded next to the collection of dildos Kreese has introduced him to. Wooden and ornately carved, Johnny doesn't know they were a gift from a friend of Kreese's. A friend that he is preparing Johnny for, so that when Johnny is ready - he can take them both together.
Hi there anon, welcome back! †(Made the typo 'welcoke back', channeled Terry there for a sec ð)
Omg yes! ð¯ð¯ Johnny is perfectly trained. The part where he puts on his own blindfold is especially good ð©ð He trusts his Sensei completely. Sensei knows what's best and Sensei would never hurt him (the parking lot choking hasn't happened... yet).
Johnny takes his sexual training as seriously as he takes his karate training. Sometimes Kreese sends him home with a big plug inside of him. The first time that occurred Sid got mad at him for squirming in his chair during dinner. After that, Johnny always tries his best to sit still (and not to blush).
The day when Kreese finally introduces Johnny to his special friend is when all the hours of training pay off. Not only is Johnny able to take both of them at once (to Terry's delight), but he hardly even questions it when Kreese explains to him what's about to happen.
Sharing Johnny with his good friend becomes a weekly ritual; sitting in Terry's mansion, sipping fine whiskey and passing not only a cigar but also Johnny between the two of them.
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2022 in review
from ficwip!
Whatâs something new that you tried in a fic this year? How did it turn out? Would you do it again?
i wrote my first crossover fic! they're not usually my thing so it seemed kinda wild to do but i was really surprised how naturally the characters worked together. plus i was really happy to see a few other people excited about it ð
Whatâs something you learned about yourself as a writer?
i learned a lot about myself and my identity through writing characters i love! especially exploring relationship anarchy and other non-traditional relationships, it gave me the language to describe how i feel about my friends and people who are important to me overall ð
also that i'm way more likely to get a fic done if i can crank out a draft/outline in one sitting ðð
What piece of media inspired you the most?
nu: carnival! iâm thriving with relationship anarchy being built into the canon ð©ð
What fandom(s) did you write for this year?
sk8, nu:c, and one deltarune fic! also posted some one piece but it was stuff i wrote the previous year
What ship(s) captured your heart?
the sk8 cast polycule, primarily four wheels (adam/langa/reki/tadashi), kept me Running for a good chunk of the year. i love all the different dynamics and history between the characters and it's really fun to explore how they can work in all different ways.
also some combinations of quincy/kuya/blade of nu: carnival, there's a lot of fun (potential) history going on there and i have Many more ideas i'd like to execute in 2023
Did you write for a new fandom or ship this year?
nu: carnival yes! and that one deltarune fic fjdksf
What fic meant the most to you to write?
THE CROSSOVER FIC, exploring that sweet religious trauma is so cathartic
What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?
i feel fine, i havenât been feelin it much lately but writing paramedic quincy is a treat and iâm hoping i can get back into it soon ð
What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing?
two old friends and an e-droid bc i speedran that shit for eliseâs birthday
What fic was the most difficult to write? Did you finish it?
maybe also the previous answer but ALSO the crossover fic that no i have not finished
also some zine/bang fics that i was just NOT FEELING and iâm excited to do much less of those next year fjdskfjd
What fic was the easiest to write?
probably i feel fine until just this next chapter where i got STUCK
What were you go-to writing songs?
i like video game soundtracks, usually lo fi mixes of like animal crossing, the sims, or a hat in time
What were your go-to writing snacks?
i donât usually eat while i write but i love tea
What was the hardest fic to title?
probably any fic thatâs not titled with song lyrics and honestly some of them that are song lyrics bc they were a last resort
Share your favorite opening line
The tension in Sia la luce could be cut with a knife.
Or rather, a dagger, in the case of Kaoruâs stare across the table.Â
--donât mind the third wheel (technically wrote this in late 2021 but shhhh)
Share your favorite ending line
It wasnât the same, but Quincy was happy.
--close enough to forever
Share your favorite piece of dialogue
âWell, simply put, my dove, heâs worried about you.â Adam took a sip from his own glass, and if he didnât care for the taste of his drink, it didnât show. âHe wanted to make sure weâre not doing anything⊠unsavory.â He wiggled his eyebrows, to which Kaoru rolled his eyes.
âBut we are,â Langa replied, deadpan. âWe have sex all the time.â
Adam snickered. Kaoru put his head in his hands.
âYes, dear, Iâm sure he knows that,â Adam said. Then, he mumbled into his glass, âCertainly now, if not previously.â
--donât mind the third wheel
Share an excerpt from your favorite scene
a lot to pick from but hereâs another bit i liked
âIt doesnât matter what your relationship with Tadashi is like, compared to others,â Ainosuke said. âI feel⊠different sorts of feelings about all three of you. We share different things with each other. But I think⊠by association, weâre all important to each other. While we have our individual relationships, we also work as a unit. Right?â
Reki hadnât thought about it that way⊠but it made perfect sense. All four of them met up plenty, whether for their regular check-ins or just a nice dinner. He liked his moments alone with Langa, and with Ainosuke, but he liked seeing everyone together just as much.
âTadashi likes you,â Ainosuke continued. âHe may not always show it, but heâs fond of you. He likes spending time with you. He gets plenty of alone time with me alreadyâ and if he needs more, he knows he can talk to me about it.â He gave Reki another kiss, this one on the nose. âYouâre not intruding. I promise.â
--pillow talk
Whatâs something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?
i donât have specific examples but certain characters (particularly ainosuke) love taking the wheel and changing the entire course of the fic so thatâs always an adventure
What did you use to write? (programs, paper & pen, etc.)
just google docs! sometimes also a word counter app on my phone if iâm writing quick drabbles
If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?
not necessarily Just writing but fandom rhythm vol 1 going live
for writing specifically, hmmmaybe posting not quite anointed and having other people care about it
Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic?
not in particular, my fics tend to be on the shorter side so iâm just like ð woo time to post
How did you recharge between fics?
actually been reading a lot more in these past few months, particularly outside the fandoms i write for which has been LOVELY
If this were an awards show, who would you thank?
writer friends! @dykecassidy who i love talking fic with regardless of our fandoms, @hyuge â& @theinsanefox i got to know this year and have been lovely beta readers & general support buddies, and of course @waaaluigiboardâ who constantly puts up with my yelling ð†also @ficwipâ and all the regulars there!
Whatâs something you want to write in 2023?
i think iâd like to finish my big four wheels fic! itâs a silly one based on a cheesy romcom and i have it all outlined iâm just. always tired and swamped with events and deadlines. but iâm hoping to sign up for less and focus more on my own stuff, less on current trends or w/e and just write things i want to write at my own pace.
itâd also be fun to write for a new fandom! i got really into deltarune, supernatural, and fnaf this year and itâd be fun to explore those more in fic âš
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4: Bonus if they kinda do disturbingly look like they have some some of a, say, major substance abuse issue
6: ⊠ð
8+19: Go ahead. Nerd on.
9: *happy baby yoda sounds*
24: Donât cheat and pick a shapeshifter. ð ð
27: ⊠including the ones that got marbled or scrambled in the meantime. ð
30: Go ham fam.
40: Iâm actually curious. ð
4. Favourite character from original trilogy?
I have a few favourites!
Luke. At first, I was just like 'Ok, nice guy', when I was myself a little girl and didn't quite fully understand the whole story. But I grew to love him a little more each time I watched the films and started to understand him better, as I was myself growing up.
Leia. She's head-strong, reliable, courageous and speaks her mind. She was right in the alley of characters like Xena, Sam Carter, Sidney Fox, Scully⊠and that I loved so much.
Lando. I was genuinely shocked when he betrays Leia, Han and Chewie the very first time I saw the film as a child!! I was very confused and sad⊠but I also felt all the more relieved when he finally gets back on their side before the end! ð€£
âŠand Larry Obi-Wan, of course!
6. Do you have any ships?
I'd love to fly a light freighter or a gunship like Din's. I'm not quite sure I'd feel comfortable flying a starfighter like a X-Wing or TIE. Powerful and efficient but a little too claustrophobic to my taste, sadly⊠I like to be able to walk in my ship, change decks and store shit in it you see?
Ah⊠You meant another kind of ship, right? Ok, I like Leia x Han, even though Han is kind of a creep sometimes. ð€£
8. Weapon of choice?
A blaster. No need for a heavy one, something light and not too clunky would do. (Not an Echani weapon either ð) But I'd love to try a Deece with whatever attachment too. ð
19. What type of outfit would you wear?
Whatever outfit I would choose, I truly hope I'll end up with a super cool jacket with A LOT of pockets!!! I'd love strong boots too, something that feels undestructible.
But I must admit⊠Jedi outfits look incredibly comfy. They all look like they are in their pajamas⊠and I kinda envy them that. ð©
9. What food from Star Wars would you want to try?
Actually, I did try one! The Uj cakeð I even have perfected my very own recipe for it now. Kandosii!
24. Would you want to be human, or from another species?
I can't shapeshift?!?! ð² What is this tyranny?! Well, in that case, I'm fine with staying human-looking then. I kinda like the Bothans, thoughâŠ
27. Top 3 planets to visit?
No marble, no scrambleâI'd say: Naboo, Arvala-7, and Bespin. âš (but also maybe Concord Dawn ð€«)
30. Do you have any headcanons?
Sorta?!
Wato's business crashed after he lost Ani, and then Shmi. He never had any other slaves before or after them.
Taun We likes the clones in her weird Kaminoan detached way, and maybe Boba even more so, but the little shit despises her (and rightly so, all other Kaminoans) even though he's treated well, just because he sees Jango act like an asshole and talk shit about them⊠and he's mimicking his parental figure, like kids usually do. Even cloned ones.
Maybe it has been said somewhere in the EU, but I suspect Palpatine to be able to use a battle meditation. Also, he made Dooku unable to speak after Anakin 'disarmed' him, and he influenced Anakin's mind through the Force to kill him against his better judgment. *queue tortured violin music*
Also, I would have rewrote the final fight between Anakin and Obi-Wan. It would have been a better dogfight and his injuries would have been from a crash... (but yeah yeaaaah, it needed lightsabers fights and duels, I knowâŠ)
40. If you could make your own Star Wars trilogy/series, what would it be about?
It would be about Canderous' stories ð The whole basilisk thing and raids, seeing Ordo and the clans challenging each others, Mand'alore the Ultimate, up to their defeat against Revan⊠ð©ð
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I haven't finished labeling my tissues but I want to drop whatever thoughts and brainrot I have for AceYuu and Adeuyuu right now. There will be spoilers!!
Ace kind of showed a homie move when Riddle talked crap to Yuu in Heartslabyul chapter because they were magicless and then Ace punched him and proceeded to spew shounen protag dialogue. I was like "okay, maybe Ace isn't that terrible." Because we all hated Ace on the prologue. Then him and Deuce slowly got to warm up to Yuu during Savannaclaw and Octavinelle where they volunteered to be on Ramshackle's team and offered Yuu a place to stay. Ace teasing Yuu that they would want to sleep together in a rather suggestive tone kinda made me ð³ that's coming from the guy who asked to sleep with you on the first day of school because he ate tarts.
It all became obvious that Adeuce cared a lot about Yuu when they came to help Yuu who was stuck in Scarabia. If they didn't think Yuu was their friend they wouldn't go through the lengths of using public transportation and they could have made up an excuse to not go because it was the holidays. We can see how far Sage's Island and Queendom of Rose in one of the maps shown in Ignihyde chapter.
And it IS far.
After all of the events of Scarabia, Yuu trusted them enough to tell them about Mickey 𥺠They're willing to stick with Yuu through thick and thin although they aren't as honest about it especially Ace.
Now with Ace's dynamic with Yuu is just ð©ð they really have that best friends vibe and it does remind me of how me and my best talk. Basically what I'm saying is their friendship feels organic? Natural?
The game is pushing MalleYuu and I did ship them as well in the beginning, however Ace's relationship and dynamic with Yuu won me over. AceYuu spent more time together than MalleYuu and it's quite one-sided on Malleus' part.
If Ace got the island question on his union birthday interview, I think he would choose Yuu. Also the grin from Yuu Ace got on his omakeshi birthday interview. Have you noticed that only Ace and Lilia are the only ones looking at the camera in the omakeshi birthday cards without other cameos?
Ace is honest about his feelings towards others but not his own. His feelings can be seen more in his actions than words. On Halloween part 2 he was worried as heck for his missing friends especially Yuu. He was so ready to throw hands at "possessed" Malleus just to save Yuu. Get me a homie who's ready to smack the prince of the valley of thorns and one of the strongest magic users of the world for taking his friends away.
In his Halloween card Ace got mad that Yuu, Grim and Deuce were just fine with what happened. Then he got hot seated by Lilia and Malleus. Being the prince of the valley of thorns didn't stop Ace from being blunt. Mind you that Ace was the only one that got mad from the whole ordeal.
Wasn't it also Ace who initiated to talk about Halloween in front of Ramshackle so that the ghosts would hear it?
Halloween part 2 lives on my mind rent free. It fed me so much AceYuu.
And then his ghost marriage speech. Read his ghost marriage speech. What he said is the shiet he's doing with Yuu right now or maybe I'm delusional.
I think I can say Yuu is in limbo between a self-insert and having enough personality to be their own character. We can see that they are a bit of a gremlin too and love to tease. The teasing becomes apparent in Ace's voice lines. AceYuu dynamic shines a lot on Ace's voice lines. His ghost marriage card is worth to check out for it.
I would love to ramble more but duty calls. Peace out~
#rambling about adeuyuu#i havent slept#aceyuu lang malakas#aceyuu is so good tho#am i the only one who ships them?
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Lupin The Third: Pt.6-E1
Iâm so sick of Sherlock Holmes in anime-manga and whatnot but damn they at least did good at making him look fineð©ð
Next up...the car is in cg and it looks so bad. It just stands out too much omg. Its not really bad compared to all the CG Iâve seen in other anime, but omg
Iâm not really fond of this version of the opening
I honestly hope we get a rivalry between Lestrade and Zenigata
No joke I 100% forgot who Albert was even when he took off the mask
Now Iâm curious about the poster cause wasnât his whole thing about controlling/doing something important with the French government
Like all that shit from last season and he was about to kill himself in the first episode over this
omg more ugly cg cars
Lupin physics are the best physicsÂ
this made me cackle
I donât know what it is but (in my opinion) there is something...bland looking about Eliot. Like even other characters with simple designs feel like they have more character, background characters included.
He looks like he should be in Pokemon and even then I donât know
Enter my beloved Zenigata
Lily is actually pretty cute
These dumbasses really shot a fuel tank
Jesus, did Lupin have to deliver that line that way
Also I wonder how theyâre going to spin Lupin being involved in Watsonâs death
Must admit though I wish this was a first time meeting for Lupin and Holmes instead of them having previous history
Overall much like last season the first episode makes me hopeful, but hopefully it doesnât take such a vicious and stupid turn like Part 5 did
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