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writing-now-andthen · 1 year

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JD With A Humiliation Kink X Reader

@hugs4jd inspired me<3 (especially w the bit you said about bullying so I tried to use that)

Okay this is like an exploration of JDs kink and his feelings involving it followed by him telling you, about it

If anyone likes this and want to see more with anything specific they have in mind plzz request it (seriously if it's not on my will not write list, I'll probably do it)

F slur, swearing, Beetlejuice reference, reader teases/makes fun of him but he likes it, JD on receiving end

JDs pretty much been bullied at least a little bit at every school he's been to, it's typically a fun mix of him being a "fag" and jealousy over the fact that what makes pricks think he's too queer, only adds to his ability to pull chicks

Particularly ones that are a little more on the alt side, which I think Veronica would have been more of if she didn't been sucked in by the heathers (think a little more Lydia Deetz)

Anyway, he of course, has found some rather... Extreme ways to deal with assholes, so other then his burning hatred for the people who make life miserable simmering under the surface...

It doesn't bother him too much, in the way that he's not really hurt by it

However

There is this one thing

Now it doesn't happen anymore since he became armed and dangerous

But pre Westerburg there had been occasions where he's been shoved around a little, bullied either physically or verbally

And he can totally deal with it

With that said, he had a mild tendency to freeze up if too many people were paying attention to what was being said/done to him

I swear he's always been smooth as hell, it's just that mostly applies when one on one or maybe a small group, kinda weird because I think he'd be able to get in front of a crowd and give a speech because he'd be able to zone out and ignore all the people

He's way better at seeming chill when he's not nowadays

But anyway back to before

So yeah he would freeze up, he'd get very conscious of all the people, he'd get embarrassed

He started to notice that being embarrassed resulted in a certain reaction from him

If you're not catching on the reaction was arousal, and once he realized that, it started getting him super turned on

There was one instance where he popped a boner because of it and then got beat up for being queer

Was very happy when he got home to hear he was switching schools again

Didn't need to go back there after he got hard from that guy bullying him

"What? You like this, you freak?"

Has thought about it since then, it's kinda hot for him especially now that he's distanced himself from the whole event

He doesn't feel any shame about his kink, he's just embarrassed to tell you

I mean what if you think it's weird or you tell people about it

Thinks that would kill him

If he was just minding his business one day and someone said something about it to him, he'd kill them, but also he'd die

He could shoot all the blanks he wants but he knows people would still talk

Small Town and all

He thinks about you teasing him about it though

He gets off thinking about you making him admit what he likes

Now let's get to where he does tell you

Starts by saying there's this one thing he's into

Tries so hard to downplay it but he won't make eye contact with you

It's just uhh, he has this thing where he gets off on being embarrassed or humiliated, and now he'd like to change the subject, so were you thinking about seeing that movie that just came out?

Please don't let him change the subject you could have so much fun with right now

Tell him you think it's cute, he'll hide his face like you're making fun of him

You've never seen him like this

Don't let him hide his face, look at the way it gets dusted pink

"I'm sorry, am I embarrassing you?"

See him roll his eyes, but he won't say no

"so does that mean you're turned on right now?"

And see him splutter and look around the room

But nod his head yes, ever so slightly

He has a tendency to scratch the back of his neck when he gets shy or embarrassed

Honestly you could get him rock hard just by talking about his humiliation kink

And you do

You're going to ask him for specifics later but right now you're just going to tease him

Kind of a fantasy fulfilled for him because you start making him tell you how he's getting off on you embarrassing him

"Yes alright I like it, I'm getting off on you embarrassing me"

He says it defiantly but tell him how cute that is again and he's back to being flustered

Whisper something about it in his ear while you're in public and watch him try to hide how flustered he is

Be careful he's a little hesitant with public play

Really really scared of people finding out

Not that he's unwilling to do anything public

I very likely will make another one of these anyway so if you have something in mind you can request it

Masterlist

#jason dean #jason dean heathers #jason dean x reader #jd heathers #jd x reader

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hereliesbeetlejuice · 2 years

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wait why do you not want a proshot of this show? just wanna know cause you’re the only blog whose beetlejuice opinions i trust

oof ok. i didn’t wanna get into it cause i know it’s gonna be an unpopular opinion but like this is so kind?? so i’ll share for you beloved anon <3

(obligatory these-are-my-personal-feelings-and-opinions-based-on-my-own-experiences-with-the-show-and-not-objective-facts-that-i-expect-everyone-to-agree-with disclaimer !!!)

first off just wanna clarify if we do end up getting a proshot (and i have VERY strong suspicions that we will) i won’t be upset or anything i just really, really wish they had been able to film it before the shutdown like they’d planned, for a lot of reasons.

the show of course is a little different now, not so much in terms of the book or songs just small little updates made here and there in terms of the jokes, performances, etc. and 2019-2020 was this show’s peak in popularity, when it was huge on tiktok and selling at 103% capacity. a lot of us fans stuck around for re-opening but for the general public two whole years had passed by so they kinda moved onto other things (as shown in the difference in ticket sales). so for those that aren’t avid longtime fans to get excited about the pro-shot it would probably have to be the same exact show everyone was excited about in 2019, but it won’t be to them

and that’s not necessarily a bad thing, i think some evolvement is good to keep the show fresh. but the way i see it they could’ve either totally revamped and revitalized it or kept it the exact same and instead they went with this weird noncommittal in-between? where yea it’s different but nothing was really added to it. just enough for old fans to say a few “hey that’s new”s but nothing that made it better for new fans. and imo the show since re-opening has seemed to be very much aimed towards the old fans that stuck around from the Before Times. i feel like they relied too heavily on the show’s pre-pandemic popularity and assumed the exact same audience would be the ones coming back post-pandemic. it’s hard to explain but a lot of the small changes, line deliveries, how jokes play out, it feels like they’re switching it up to keep them new and fresh so it’s fun to hear it differently if you know the show but if it’s your first time it’s maybe not,, the best way? sorta feels like they had it right the first time and then felt like they had to switch it up to keep it from getting repetitive to the returning fans (that probably makes no sense it’s hard to put into words idk)

but ANYWAY there’s also of course the sad fact that a lot of the more casual fans will inevitably be disappointed that it’s not the entire OBC, there’s gonna be a lot of unfair comparisons to the actors that originated the roles because the songs won’t sound exactly like the cast album which is what people are used to, i worry that it won’t be received very well by a lot of people.

all this along with other nitpicky things. i think the new makeup design is literally horrid and it’ll look even worse in HD. alex’s character voice has shifted with all of the voiceover work he’s done since the shutdown. i have my personal casting preferences that don’t perfectly align with the current cast though i don’t mind it it’s just not my favorite cast we’ve ever had and not the one i would’ve preferred to be filmed (but i still love and adore them ALL)

tldr; i don’t think a proshot of the current show would be received as well as it would’ve been if it had been filmed when it was originally supposed to and i worry that a negative reception will impact ticket sales (like the dear evan hansen movie), which we can’t afford. although i love the current show it’s definitely not my favorite version so it’s not how i’d ideally like it to be memorialized, and it’s not the version i’d choose to be a lot of people’s first introduction to the show when imo it used to be better BUT i won’t complain either way, this show will still always be my whole damn heart and soul 💜

#i wish i had time to make this a little more coherent but here’s my jumble of thoughts sorry if it made no sense #don’t get me wrong tho i’m PSYCHED the show is back and it and everyone involved in it still own my entire ass #i speak #ask #anonymous

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a-second-hand-sorrow · 3 years

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We'd Better Get Cracking (Simon Kalivoda x Reader)

WC: 1322

Warnings: Language, semi-suggestive content (this warning will make more sense after reading lmao)

Summary: Night shifts at the grocery store can be so boring, but Simon always finds a way to mix things up.

A/N: Jesus Christ it's been so long since I've written anything, but the lack of writing for the Fear Street movies really pushed me back into it. I hope you guys enjoy this, I know I had fun writing it

Why the Shadyside Mall’s opening hours stretched so late into the night had always baffled Y/N. The sheer amount of crime in Shadyside was one reason she always questioned the opening hours, but also the fact that the whole mall was dead after 5pm, despite being open until 9pm. Manning the grocery store on closing shifts was always incredibly dull given the lack of customers, save the occasional high schooler coming in to sheepishly buy condoms or some other random item. The only thing that kept her shifts interesting was Simon Kalivoda.

The two had been friends since they were kids, and they were both ecstatic when they got jobs at the same place. By the time they’d started working closing shifts together, Simon realised just how boring it could get and took it upon himself to always make them fun. This promise was the reason why Y/N was currently watching her best friend since childhood stage some very provocative scenes using the remaining fresh produce they had in the store.

“For the love of God Simon, I want to know what happened in your mind to make you think that soft-core fruit porn was the way to go today.” Y/N said, shaking her head as she watched Simon’s intense concentration break before he turned to her.

“Would you rather a repeat of last Thursday night?” Simon said, raising his eyebrows as Y/N recounted Simon’s boredom-breaker from last Thursday.

“Simon, what the fuck are you thinking?” Y/N hissed, watching as Simon dropped a watermelon in front of the bread-slicer.

“Well, I’m thinking that everything else I’ve tried has gone through pretty easily, so why not try go for the gold medal of the ‘random shit in the bread-slicer’ Olympics?” Simon said, his eyes gleaming with absolute chaos.

“If you break the slicer there’s no way we’ll have jobs tomorrow.” Y/N said, looking around to make sure no customers had walked in. Although she always condemned Simon’s crazy behaviour at work, she loved seeing all the different ideas he would come up with each closing shift.

“I’ve been employee of the month for the last six months straight, management couldn’t get rid of me even if they wanted to.” Simon said, shooting Y/N a somewhat cocky smile that the girl just scoffed off. She watched as Simon fiddled with the different buttons and switches on the bread slicer, laughing when he jumped at the noise that signalled the machine was on.

“It’s showtime.” Simon said, his poor imitation of Beetlejuice earning a groan from Y/N. The pair locked eyes, and Y/N noticed a hint of softness in his eyes that almost stopped her in her tracks. Before she could think about that look for too much longer, she was rudely brought back to Earth by the sound of Simon’s gold medal attempt.

“Jesus Simon!” Y/N exclaimed, watching as the watermelon slowly made its way through the slicer. Simon let out a manic laugh, clearly shocked his plan had worked.

“I am never letting you doubt my genius ever again, Y/L/N.” Simon said, wrapping an arm around Y/N’s shoulders. Y/N scoffed, unsure as to why her cheeks suddenly felt so hot.

“I never said I doubted you Kalivoda.” Y/N muttered, relishing in the proud look Simon gave her. Simon opened his mouth to say something, but he quickly shut it, widening his eyes when he looked at the slicer.

“I think we may have a problem, Y/N.”

“Yeah I fully thought we were gonna get fired after that so fruit erotica doesn’t seem so bad now. Please, proceed with your masterpiece, Kalivoda.” Y/N said, jumping off her seat on the check-out counter to move over towards Simon.

While Simon had his back towards her, Y/N took a moment to observe Simon at work. He always carried a crazed sense of joy with him no matter what he was doing, and Y/N had always loved that about him. He paused for a moment to survey his scene, and Y/N took note of the way he furrowed his brow and bit his lip. She suddenly felt the urge to turn away, her cheeks flushing almost immediately.

Simon quickly went back to work arranging a peach and a carrot in a manner that was certainly not safe for work. As she watched him Y/N came to a crushing realisation she had known was true but been fighting for quite a while. She had it bad for Simon Kalivoda. She cursed under her breath, realising that Kate’s incessant teasing was now annoyingly based in truth.

“Y/N, my masterpiece is ready. May I present to you, the fruit of my loins.” Simon said, his smile growing after the groan Y/N let out. He gestured towards the set up with a flourish, and Y/N instantly burst out into laughter.

“I gotta hand it to you Simon, that’s some impressive fruit porn. You take a class or something?” Y/N said through her laughter, examining Simon’s work closely. He laughed, looking over her shoulder at the assorted fruits.

“No baby, that’s all natural talent.” Simon said, and Y/N jumped at his sudden proximity. She turned around to face him, hyper aware of the limited space between them.

“Can I ask you something?” Y/N said after a stretch of silence, and Simon nodded, trying to keep his eyes from drifting any lower than her face.

“Why do you do all this?” She asked, and Simon cocked his head in confusion.

“Do what?” He said, and Y/N took in a deep breath.

“All the crazy shit every closing shift. You always have something whacky, and I certainly appreciate it but why? It’s a whole lot of effort Si.” Y/N said, and Simon’s stomach started to fill up with butterflies.

“I, uh, it’s for you.” Simon muttered, and suddenly Y/N was the confused one. Simon never mumbled, he was always open and outspoken.

“What was that?” She said, and Simon sighed, running a hand through his blond hair.

“I do it for you.” He said, and Y/N looked up at him with eyes like saucers. She didn’t say anything, so he kept talking to fill the silence.

“I remember how bored you got on that first shift, and I just hated seeing you like that so I decided that I wasn’t going to let you go a shift with me and be bored again. I’ve always liked seeing you happy Y/N/N.” Simon admitted, and although he never explicitly told her how he felt, he prayed to God she could pick up on the subtext.

Y/N gasped softly, and Simon could feel his heart thudding in his chest. “You’re such an idiot, Simon.” Y/N said, and before Simon could respond, Y/N was kissing him. His brain almost short-circuited at the feeling of her lips and hands on him. He pulled her closer to him, taking note of how perfectly she fit in his arms.

They broke apart, and Y/N rested her forehead against Simon’s, the only sound in the store their heavy breathing. “I have a terrible feeling we owe Kate some money now.” Y/N muttered, relishing in the sound of Simon’s laughter.

“I think she’ll just be glad she doesn’t have to hear me pine over you anymore. I swear she was this close to locking us in a closet together until we made out.” Simon said, and Y/N snorted at his comment.

“You realise we still have to close up shop right?” Y/N said, and Simon groaned, hugging her even tighter.

“Surely we can go home and if anything happens to the store then we can just skip town.” Simon said, placing soft kisses to Y/N’s head. She reluctantly broke away from him, pulling a face at the puppy dog eyes Simon shot her way.

“The quicker we close up, the quicker we can be making out at your place.” Y/N said, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

“Well, I guess we’d better get cracking then.”

#simon kalivoda #simon kalivoda x reader #simon kalivoda imagine #fear street #fear street 1994 #fred hechinger

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drarreckyninja · 2 years

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The Huge Fucking List of All My [drarreckyninja] [Nonanimated] Fandoms & Ships

The Originals - Klelijah

Forever - Wahlgan

Gotham - Nygobblezsaszdahl

Riverdale - Joavin; Jarchie; Choni; Beronica

Once Upon a Time - Gold Hook; Swan Queen

Ant and Dec - Decant

Harry Potter - Wolfstar; Drarry

LazyTown - Sportarobbie; Trixanie

The Flash (2014) - Coldflash

Psych - Shassie

Full House - Kadstone

Smallville - Clex

Veronica Mars - MacVallace

The Andy Griffith Show

The Love Boat - Dopher

Holes

Two and a Half Men - Jael; Aleg

NCIS - McNozzo

Criminal Minds - Moreid

Kyle XY - Keclan

Glee - Brittana; Klaine

Perception - Dewicki

Family Ties

How the Grinch Stole Christmas

Back to the Future - Mammett

Umbrella Academy - Kliego

Numb3rs - Charry

Growing Pains

9-1-1 - Buddie

Suits - Marvey

The Outsiders - Ponycake

Will & Grace - TruFarland

That ‘70s Show - Beric

Sky High - Strongpeace

The Facts of Life - Warnerczek

White Collar - Baffrelle; Baffrey

Shadowhunters - Malec

High School Musical - Chyan

Sanders Sides - Sandart; Logicality; Prixiety; Dukeceit; Remile

MacGyver - Macdoc

Young Sheldon - Missycus

The Big Bang Theory - Shelnard; Howraj

iCarly - Cam; Frencer

Shyland - Shane/Ryland

It Takes Two

The Challenge

New York Minute

Hannah Montana - Joliver

Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Spander

Supernatural - Destiel

The Mentalist - Chane

Boy Meets World - Shory

Rizzoli & Isles - Rizzles

Melancholy Fantastic

Moving On

Sherlock - Johnlock; Mystrade

Elementary - Lockbell

Jeopardy! - Kames

House - Hilson

Community - Jean

Stranger Things - Byler

Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory x The Santa Clause - Wonkafrost

Twisted - Dacey

Victorious - Robbex; Cade

Twisted x Victorious - Jeck

The O.C. - Syan

Sonic the Hedgehog (2020) - Stobotnik

Backstrom - Valenmeyer

Marvel Cinematic Universe - Frostron; Stucky; Spideypool; Widowshock

Castle - Rysposito

Leverage - Sparkison

Grimm - Monick

Friends - Jandler

Happy Days - Ronzie

Carrie

The Dead Zone - Juce

Barney and the Backyard Gang

A Nightmare on Elm Street x Friday the 13th - Frason

Child’s Play - Chandy

Stand By Me

Gilligan’s Island

Alex Rider - Harrider

Under the Dome - Barnior

Highway to Heaven - Markathon

Home Alone - Harv

Lizzie McGuire

Quantum Leap - Beckavicci

The Uninvited

Desperate Housewives - Gabree; Anstin

Red Band Society - Lordi

The Suite Life

Schitt’s Creek - Brose; Texis

Phan - Phil/Dan

Are You Being Served? - Lucumphries

Drake & Josh - Drosh

Crossing Jordan - Nug

Good Omens - Ineffable Husbands

This Means War - Tank

Instinct - Dandy

2 Broke Girls

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Verucolet

Bones - FSWAN/FAWNS

Lucifer - Lucidan

Wizards of Waverly Place - Alevie

Scomiche - Scott/Mitch

The Last Day of Summer

Jennifer’s Body

Daddy Day Care

The Good Son

Christmas in Wonderland x Unaccompanied Minors - Matherine

Station 19 - Trant/Gravis

Star Trek - Spirk

Halloween

Casper x Beetlejuice - Kydia

Charlie’s Angels

Sabrina the Teenage Witch

How I Met Your Mother - Barned

The Librarians

So Little Time

Merlin - Merthur

Halloweentown

30 Rock - Kevon

Pirates of the Caribbean - Turrow

Let Me In

Little Women

The Vampire Diaries - Donnie

The Thundermans

The Chronicles of Narnia - Casmund

The Maze Runner - Newtmas

4+ futuristic fandoms that I barely started

Charmed

The Addams Family

The Descendants - Garry; Benlos; Jayma; Malvie

The Beverly Hillbillies

21 Jump Street - Toug/Penson

It’s a Wonderful Life

Little House on the Prairie

Anne of Green Gables

Leave It to Beaver

The Bad Seed

Pretty Little Liars - Haleb

Firestarter

The Waltons

Better Watch Out

Knight and Day

Freaks and Geeks

Kindergarten Cop

Jingle All the Way

Raise Your Voice

Camp Nowhere

My Two Dads - Moey

Baby’s Day Out

To Grandmother’s House We Go

Double, Double, Toil, and Trouble

How the West Was Fun

Billboard Dad

Passport to Paris

Switching Goals

Winning London

Holiday in the Sun

Getting There

When in Rome

Accepted

The House is Burning

Last Day of Summer

Would You Rather

Person of Interest

The Good Wife

Law & Order: Organized Crime

True Blood - Complotte

Nurse Jackie

Cheaper by the Dozen

Modern Family - Lanny

Lie to Me x Castle - Alexily

Brothers & Sisters

News Channel 5 Nashville

A Cinderella Story

JoJo Siwa

James Bond

A Series of Unfortunate Events

The Sound of Music

Poltergeist

Baby Driver

Mean Girls

Good Luck Charlie

Orange is the New Black - Chause

Big Little Lies - Zigbella

A.N.T. Farm

Zoey 101

Heroes - Mylar

Bewitched

Breaking Bad - Heisenbitch

Uptown Girls

Honey I Shrunk the Kids

Teen Wolf - Sterek

Reba

The Nanny - Cniles

Our Gang

The Little Rascals

Are You Afraid of the Dark?

Odd Squad - Orenchid

The Brady Bunch

Carpool

The Smurfs

Orphan

Zathura

Little Miss Sunshine

Covert Affairs - Walkerson

Dark Angel

Dawson’s Creek - Jacey

The Golden Girls

Life with Derek - Dasey

House Arrest

The Good Doctor - Shea

The Sixth Sense

Kick-Ass

Because of Winn-Dixie

Jessie

The Breakfast Club - Allindy

3rd Rock from the Sun

American Gothic

How to Get Away with Murder - Coliver

Alphas

Legacies

Baby Daddy - Benshua

Blank Check

Scales: Mermaids are Real

Septiplier - Jack/Mark

Girl Meets World

Big Fat Liar

Dog with a Blog

Grey’s Anatomy

Babysitter

Fine Bros Entertainment

Lemonade Mouth

Charlotte’s Web

Turkey Drop

The Young and the Restless - Maressa; Niktor

The Good Place

Roseanne

7th Heaven

Yours Mine & Ours

Party of Five

Greek

Pretty in Pink - Anduckie

Grease - Olzuko; Dannickie

The Princess Bride - Fezzigo

Jungle Cruise - MacWolff

Knight Rider - MITT

iZombie - Raine

Dead Poets Society - Anderperry

Malcolm in the Middle - Malcreese

Three's Company

The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air

Jumanji

The Little Vampire - Tonolph

Vicious - Fruart

Heartland

Get Out

Nerve

The Crucible

Superhost (2021)

Bad Teacher

The Librarians x Hawaii Five-O (2010) - Camy

Mary Poppins

Family Affair

#my ships #wheres my fandom at #my fandoms #subject to change #ask if you have questions #this started as 50 ships in 2014 #keep checking in #more will be added

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regrettablewritings · 4 years

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How They Spend the Quarantine (Tadashi Hamada, Lucifer Morningstar, Dewey Finn, Wade Wilson, Harley Quinn, & Benoit Blanc)

Just a fun (?? is that even responsible to say?) little thing I’ve been thinking about while slogging through this neverending hellscape of an extended lockdown.

Tadashi Hamada

When San Fransokyo was ordered to go into a lockdown, there were mixed feelings.

At first, Tadashi had a hint of optimism that this would mean more time to work on his prospective projects . . . But then he quickly realized that his projects mostly required tools and space offered by the campus. He could technically make do at home, but it wouldn’t quite be the same considering the garage was considered Hiro’s space.

Somberly had to clean out his lab and take whatever he could home.

Cue the rest of the group (sans Fred and Hiro) griping that at least his style of science could travel well enough to be somewhat continued off of university grounds.

Helps do delivery for The Lucky Cat. It helps him get out the house, and it’s simply helpful altogether.

Uses Baymax frequently to make sure everyone down to Mochi is sanitized, and nobody’s running a fever.

Nearly as frequent a sanitizer as Aunt Cass.

He starts most days prepared to be productive, only to stop and poke fun at Hiro, who’s almost always got his eyes trained on a video game.

Tadashi realizes three hours later that he, too, has been playing the game as Player 2.

Learned how to make facial masks with Aunt Cass. He already knew how to sew a little but frankly, making the masks made him realize he could have a new hobby on his hands. He’s currently trying to figure out how to make Mochi a little vest . . .

Lucifer Morningstar

B o r e d. A s. F u c k.

At first, he thinks everyone being forced to go home would work in his favor -- surely some rule-breakers would sneak out and try to bunk up with the Devil, right?

Well . . . Kinda? Once Chloe found out and scolded him about it, the idea died real fast. Plus, he realized he wasn’t quite fond of the possibility of being around someone who could pop up with a disgusting human sickness at any point during their time with him. Smearing their snot all over, coughing into his Egyptian cotton sheets . . . Nope, never mind, he is perfectly content having the penthouse to himself, thank you very much!

Except he’s not.

The poor bastard is going crazy by himself -- he’s just not used to being without some kind of company!

“At least in Hell, you could tell there were people around you based on the screaming!” he’d whine at his phone during his hourly video chat with Chloe.

Oh yes: The video chats. He tries to make them hourly with anyone he can get a hold of (namely, his long-suffering detective) but this clearly never plays out as he would like for it to: If he had it his way, everyone would respond in an instant and let him bounce mainly one-sided conversations off of them -- basically, what he did before all this went down.

What usually winds up happening is he gets hung up on or nobody answers him at all out of sheer annoyance over his clinginess.

Ironically, he’s not exactly crazy about when Amenadiel initiates those “family calls”. He insists it’s healthy and normal for them to do this and even calls Luci out on the hypocrisy, but let’s face it: Lucifer finds it obnoxiously gushy and weird.

He works his way into Linda’s video appointment books to help him cope with his boredom and admitted need for interactions. She doesn’t mind offering him counsel, but once Lucifer starts attempting to butt in during others’ appointment calls, it becomes an issue.

Has, at some point, gotten buzzed down in Lux and streamed himself attempting to pole dance. It drew quite a bit of attention.

He’s managed to gain a bit of a following and some companionship by streaming himself playing piano and singing. It’s not the same thing as having an actual audience, in his opinion, but it will have to do for now.

He’s never been one to binge with regards to TV shows or movies, but after the first week, he decided to binge watch every work action star Wesley Cabot was ever in.

Makes sure his staff still gets paid well. After all, he’s pretty well-off; there’s no need to make an innocent bartender’s life a living hell just because some other rich bastard fucked up, yeah?

Going off this, should he need to order to-go or anything, we already know he tends to tip as handsomely as he looks.

Dewey Finn

Kids were being sent to Horace Green on tuitions worth more than what some people saw in half a year -- of course the school was going to continue classes online!

While technically an afterschool instructor, the program is popular enough for parents to expect it to continue, and for Dewey to be kept on payroll.

Initially, he was pretty smug: He’s one if, if not, the youngest teacher-figure at Horace Green, so surely that means he’s more tech savvy than his older, stiffer coworkers, right? For once, he’s ahead of the curve!

Wrong: Figuring out Zoom was a headache, and then there was the realization of just how dependent his classes were on actual physical presence.

Plus, let’s be real: Dewey’s Internet connection was decent on its own, but craptastic when compared to those of his wealthier students. The lag is strong with this one.

Has definitely accidentally messed up the background on his screen. Somehow wound up with the Beetlejuice background and got so frustrated, he wound up keeping it there for two whole sessions.

In spite of the slight issues regarding lag, they pull through and try to resume lessons as best they can.

Tries to keep optimism by pointing out how this is a new form of entertainment they could be pioneers in.

Some days, it’s just going so wack or everyone’s so bleh that Dewey just assigns for them to watch a music documentary or something.

“Okay, kids, Mr. Finn’s hungover and clearly Summer is the only one who went to bed before 3am. So what I’m gonna have you do is watch . . . Prrrbbbb . . . Amadeus.” “How is Amadeus rock-related?” “It had a rock single, shut up. Anyway, we meet back next class and talk about what we saw, m’kay? M’kay. Over and out.”

Next class, he’s filled with dread as Summer produces an in-depth analysis of the relationship or lack thereof between character and the presence of talent as evidenced by Mozart’s abilities juxtaposed with his immature presentation and -- Dewey just can’t keep up. Sure, Summer, why not?

When he’s not busy teaching, however, he’s using the lockdown to work on some new material. Or just screwing around.

Otherwise, let’s be real, Big Boy’s living the high life in a place of his own: Playing video games (Animal Crossing, recently got back into Team Fortress 2, is trying to finally finish Ocarina of Time); eating a not very great diet; staying up late, napping at weird times; all in the name of quarantine.

If he orders delivery or to-go, he tips the best he can.

Wade Wilson

On one hand, murking never goes on lockdown. But on the other . . . He’s already technically not well, why risk that even with his mutation?

Oh, fuck I just remembered he lives at the X Mansion, never mind turn back turn back oh god give us free --

The situation is tense to say the least. There’s Wade, who’s sensible enough to know why the quarantine is in place . . . and then there’s everyone else, who knows Wade’s full of shit.

And by everyone, I “coincidentally” mean Colossus, Nega Sonic, Yukio, Domino, Cable, and Russ because the already small world of the sequel just got smaller by the fact that everyone is bound to a large but nonetheless single estate whose size has probably decreased from that of the First Class timeline.

You know those videos of the usual Quarantine Characters? Wade is somehow yet still unsurprisingly all of them, save for the frequent sanitizer. He raids the pantry frequently, sleeps at all hours, considers scooting a swivel chair down the halls exercise for the thighs, blasts video games, and so on.

Going back to the sanitizer thing, it’s not that he’s just not exactly known for being tidy. Colossus occasionally does drag him out of bed at a decidedly decent time (read: any time before 11am) to try and get him excited about cleaning up around the mansion, but it rarely ends well. At this point, the safest option is to just remind Wade to wash his hands for 20 seconds as necessary.

Has acquired a Switch and visits everyone’s island, often to bonk them on the head with a net or gift them with weird crap they don’t necessarily want. For the “friends” from Sister Margaret’s, he has somehow acquired their Dodo Codes. Nobody knows how he did this.

Facetimes Dopinder frequently.

“Precious, you’re the beacon of light in this cold, cruel world.” “I miss you, too, DP --” “Sshshsh! I’m having a moment . . .” *weeps*

On the many occasions he orders delivery, he tips by giving the delivery person something expensive from the mansion that they can sell. Prof. X is loaded, after all. Plus, he more or less isn’t even present in this universe, it’s not like he’s gonna miss anything he can’t see/probably doesn’t even know exists in his house. The problem is, Colossus does exist and does notice and does care when things go missing. Leading to many a delivery person getting caught up in shenanigans at that weird school in the boonies that they either don’t get paid enough to deal with or couldn’t pay to make up.

“Oh, pawn shops are closed?” asks the man who looks like a skinned avocado if avocados had human skin. “Don’t worry, lemme hook you up -- I know some guys --” “DEADPOOOOOLLL!!” roars a Russian accent from inside the house. “WHERE IS THE BRONZE BUST OF THE PROFESSOR!?” The poor delivery person’s eyes widen as they realize that the odd cargo they’ve been presented with apparently holds some value of some kind. But before they can flee, the avocado man blurts, “Shit! Leave the pizza in the bushes, look me up on my Youtube page, byyyeeee!!”

In his defense, Wade does hold up his end of the deal. Much like the Dodo Codes, nobody knows what strings he pulled. They just accept it and move on.

Harley Quinn

Surprisingly compliant.

She’s crazy, not stupid: Staying at home may suck, but what sucks more is making things harder on people who may not fair so well. Besides, she’s spent time in a maximum security prison -- she can handle staying cooped up in her own home. At least home has TV, books, and snacks.

When she hears people are still going out without masks or plotting to have a protest, she strongly considers firing up the old Fun Gun and popping the next sign-carrying Karen she sees with a tit full of cadmium yellow powder.

Seriously, stay the fuck home and fuck up your own hair; this is the perfect time to make mistakes with your looks, it ain’t like you got anywhere to be or anyone to impress.

“STAY THE FUCK HOME, BITCH!” P O W!!! “JUST GO GREY ALREADY, WE ALL KNOW YOUR HAIR AIN’T THAT COLOR ANYMORE, YOU’RE THREE YEARS FROM BEING IN THE GODDAMN AGE-BRACKET!!!” P O W!!!!

Only leaves her new apartment to grab groceries and to take Bruce on a walk. She actually refuses to steal or cause a scene during this shitshow because she may be a bad guy, but she sure ain’t evil.

So far, there haven’t been complaints about the fact that she’s walking a hyena down a public street. Maybe it’s because there’s hardly anyone out? Maybe it’s because Gothamites just can’t be bothered to be fazed by it . . . Or maybe it’s because she made him a little mask for his snout.

“In this house, we wash our hands for at least 20 seconds, kid.”

Lets the forest reclaim the earth, so to speak. She was never really shaving anything for anyone but herself before, but now it just seems especially pointless.

Spends almost every day in a kigurumi. To give her a semblance of routine, she has a pink bear one she calls her “Sunday Suit.” She doesn’t know it’s not Sunday because the days just blur but Cass just doesn’t have the heart to tell her; she seemed so proud of herself . . .

Like everyone else, she’s gotten Animal Crossing. She’s trying to create an all-preppy island with a few exceptions (Astrid = Aesthetic, m’kay?)

Tips nicely when ordering delivery.

Benoit Blanc

As young and spry in nature as the gentleman sleuth would like to think of himself, he would really rather not test the dangers of the situation and go about all foolhardy -- he’s staying home!

In theory, it’s only logical and therefore perfectly fine. But in practice . . . God, he wishes he’d invested more in things to occupy himself with when home.

It wasn’t that Benoit was never home, he just never felt too much of a need to invest in a fancy entertainment center -- the fanciest he ever got was an iHome.

The beginning of the quarantine served as the perfect time for him to read over case files, catch up on paperwork, even catch up on some reading he’d been putting on hold since God knows when due to cases popping up left and right. But that dried up quicker than he’d assumed, and that’s when he was faced with what a man of his mind dreads the most: Boredom.

Finally caved and decided to hook up Amazon Fire.

Expected to use the one-month free trial on Netflix and be just fine but once the lockdown in his area got extended and he realized he wasn’t going to be able to catch up with Crazy Ex-Girlfriend at this rate, he caves even further and buys a subscription.

Fully delights at the influx of platforms uploading Broadway recordings; when The Show Must Go On put on Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat, followed by The Phantom of The Opera, it was a treat, I tell you!

Sanitizes often, despite hardly ever leaving his house besides to have a smoke or to go grab groceries. Honestly, it’s less about cleaning at this point so much as it is finding something to occupy his focus when he feels there’s nothing else to so.

Takes zinc after every meal to help lessen the intensity of any ailment that might hit him.

Definitely owns a facemask. There’s a good chance it’s from Marta or one of his relatives, and there’s another good chance the pattern is as flamboyant as his clothing. He’s delighted.

Benoit tries not to rely too much on delivery, as he’d much rather just cook. On the rare occasion where tipping comes up, however, he gives as generously as he can.

Bonus: There’s a slight chance he might have acquired a companion to foster early on in the quarantine. Benoit hadn’t had a pet since childhood, a crime of which he was admittedly melancholic of his own involvement. However, his surprisingly busy lifestyle just wouldn’t suit a four-legged friend, now could it?

Well, now there’s time to. Besides, it would certainly ease the potential feeling of loneliness to have someone or something with whom he could interact with.

Admittedly, when shelters began encouraging people to invest time in taking home a companion, he’d been looking more for a comrade on the canine side of the spectrum -- but darn, if Duke wasn’t a handsome cat.

A lovely grey-and-white cat with eyes that matched his own, Duke has become the one Benoit monologues to (because in all honesty, the man is a performer at heart, in need of an audience to speak his mind to and portray a thought before). Plus, he doesn’t appear to mind it when Benoit finds himself belting out in tone-deaf notes to showtunes while washing the dishes: The mark of a true companion.

At this rate, he’s probably not going to keep fostering Duke when things calm down -- he’s probably going to just straight up adopt him.

Stay safe & healthy!

#just a dumb little thing #anyway stay safe and healthy #regrettablewritings #tadashi hamada imagine #lucifer morningstar imagine #dewey finn imagine #wade wilson imagine #harley quinn imagine #tadashi hamada #lucifer morning star #dewey finn #benoit blanc imagine #benoit blanc

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jetsetlife138 · 4 years

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Smut Prompt Request

29. “If you cant sleep…then how about we have sex?”

31. “Don’t kink shame me.”

66. “Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. that’s cute.” Warnings: Playful banter, vaginal sex, riding, sexually assertive reader For: @areallyoldblog

“Can’t you just pretend to sleep?” you asked, extremely annoyed.

“That seems to be an incredible waste of my time,” Beetlejuice commented candidly, adding to your frustration. As tired as you were, your mind wouldn’t allow you to rest. It was uncomfortable having Beetlejuice there awake and watching you as you tried to sleep. You had only noticed his presence moments before after shifting your body in your bed and turning around to get into a more comfortable position, only to find him lying in the bed next to you, staring intently at you. “And creepily staring at me while I’m trying to sleep isn’t a waste of your time?” you countered sharply. He snickered at your sassy comment and turned, laying on his back and placing his arms behind his head to gaze at the ceiling.

You sighed loudly and also turned your attention to the ceiling, tracing the intricate patterns scattered across it with your eyes, which finally allowed you to start to drift off to sleep.

“What’s sex like nowadays?” he asked, breaking the silence, and bringing you back from the brink of rest.

Turning towards him, you stared wide-eyed in disbelief. “Excuse me?”

“Sex, babe. What’s it like?”

“Give me a fucking break,” you scoffed. “You know what sex is.”

“Well… duh, I obviously know what sex is. That’s not what I asked. I want to know what it’s like to have sex now. What kinds of new tricks have breathers come up with to make it more interesting in the last century?”

Propping yourself up on your pillow, you stared at him skeptically. “Are you telling me that you haven’t had sex in over a century? That’s impossible.”

He didn’t move. He just continued to stare upward from his bed. “I’m a ghost, sweetness. I don’t have access to a physical body unless I’m summoned, which, as you know, isn’t often. Sex isn’t a common pastime in the Netherworld like it seems to be here.”

“Bullshit,” you accused. “You’re trying to tell me that ghosts don’t get their freak on with each other? Not even out of sheer boredom? And even if that weren’t the case, you have been summoned before. Why didn’t you just have sex then?”

“Sex isn’t typically the first thing on my agenda when the rare occassion presents itself to cross over into your world,” he countered defensively.

“Okay, so… then why are you thinking about it now?”

He paused, taking longer than usual to respond, which unnerved you. “Well, we’re just laying here without any form of entertainment, and if I’m being honest, I’m bored. I thought that maybe now would be a good time to experience it. If you cant sleep… then how about we have sex?”

It took you a moment to realize what he was saying in your exhausted state of mind. “Are you seriously suggesting that we should have sex because you’re bored?”

“I mean,” he began, shrugging his shoulders. “Yeah.”

“Absolutely not!” you insisted, raising your voice. “After all of the shit you’ve put me through, you seriously expect me to just push all of that aside so you can experience sex? Fuck you! If you want sex, I’m sure there’s a someone out there desperate enough to oblige you.” “Ah, she’s playing hard-to-get. that’s cute,” he said to himself. “Oh, come on. After all we’ve been through? You can’t tell me that you’re even just a little bit curious?”

Ignoring his question and rolling your eyes, you changed the subject. “I doubt that sex has changed at all since the last time you’ve had it,”

“Oh, so you still use suspension from the weight of a horse while your partner chokes you with their corset string?” You gawked at him, not knowing if he was serious or not. “Hey, don’t kink shame me. Apparently, that’s outdated. But lemme tell you, back in the day, that rocked my fucking world.”

“You’re disgusting,” you scoffed, rolling over so that you were facing away from him once more. Apparently that did nothing to deter him, because merely seconds later, you felt him press against you as he spooned you in the dark. “Come on, babe. Pretty please? I can feel how pent up you are. Let me help.” Huffing in annoyance, you contemplated the consequences of actually sleeping with Beetlejuice. On the one hand, you’d be fucking a demon, and it could be super hot. On the other hand, not only could that potentially lead to eternal damnation, but it would give Beetlejuice the satisfaction of knowing he had successfully seduced you, and you weren’t sure if that was something that you could live with. While you continued to debate with yourself, his hand started to creep along your side, dipping down to slide under your shirt and reach up to your breasts, toying with your hardening peaks. Squirming under his touch, he pressed his lips to your ear and mumbled a soft, “Hmm?” He was still waiting for approval before continuing any further. Groaning, you snapped, “Fine, Beetlejuice, fuck me. But make it quick, I’m tired. No foreplay.” “What?! But how am I supposed to--” “I mean it,” you emphasized. “Just put it in. Come on, let’s go.” “Yes ma’am,” he replied, his tone elated, despite the fact that this was a quickie. Granted, it wasn’t that you weren’t the romantic type. If you weren’t so tired, you would probably really enjoy lengthy foreplay with Beetlejuice, but now that the seal was broken, you were confident that you would get to experience it at some point soon. Right now, you just needed a good fuck. Forcefully, he flipped you over so that you were facing upward before he tore your panties off of your body, throwing them to the side. Reaching into his pants, he pulled out his weeping length and gave it a few pumps before leaning over you and lining himself up. Once more, he met your eyes and asked, “You sure, doll?” “Don’t make me cast you back into the Netherworld,” you warned, getting more impatient by the minute. Chuckling darkly, he then pressed into you, his girth stretching you open as he continued. “Ooh, fuck, babe. You’re tight. Christ, how long’s it been?” “Shut up, Beetlejuice.” You had intended to sound annoyed, but instead it came off as needy, which he very much enjoyed. Once he was completely sheathed inside of you, he paused for a moment to let you adjust. “You good?” he asked, biting his bottom lip, showing his obvious strain to keep from pummeling into you. “Yeah… wait-- actually, hang on a second. Switch with me.” His eyes widened as you propped yourself up on your elbows, reaching for his shoulders as he spun you around so that he was on his back and you were straddling him. “On top is how I always imagined you,” he teased, lifting up his hips harshly for emphasis, causing you to yelp at the sensation. “Come on, sweetness. Use me.” You pressed a finger to his lips and started to shift your hips, grinding and gyrating only slightly at first, but then you quickly picked up the pace. Choking on your own breath, you slammed down on his thick cock as you grazed your clit against the fabric of his pants, earning a delicious stimulation that you chased after with each thrust of your hips. “I-I’m close, babe,” he warned. “You almost there?” Nodding your head, you closed your eyes, wracking your cunt against him as you continued to ride him into oblivion, chasing after your high. It didn’t take long for you to reach your peak, moaning shamelessly into the air as your juices gushed out, your cunt spasming around his cock, bringing him over the edge as well. His cold seed painted your cervix as he emptied himself inside of you, crying out your name over and over again with each heavy spurt. Once you started to come down, you collapsed on top of him, rolling onto his side and nestling yourself into the crook of his arm. “Holy shit,” he mumbled, trying to catch his breath. “That was fucking fantastic. Wanna go again?” When you didn't respond, he gazed down and laughed to himself once he saw that you were already sound asleep.

#Musicaljuice #beetlejuice musical #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice #betelgeuse #betelgeuse musical #smut prompt #smut writing #prompt request #beetlejuice x reader

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dontgotothenetherworld · 4 years

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my valentine's anniversary (lydia x reader)

so, @ravenwolfcooper and i decided to work together to write a lil valentine’s day fic for all you lydia lovers

we decided on the basic plot together, and i wrote the first half, and @ravenwolfcooper wrote the second half, so i hope you enjoy what we came up with!

of course, the fic takes place on valentine’s day, but it also happens to be your one year anniversary with lydia. she takes it upon herself to plan the perfect date, but things don’t exactly go according to plan.

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cw: femreader. anxiety.

you sat silently in lydia’s decade old minivan. she had just recently gotten her licence, and an old car to go with it, and she wanted to drive you to her valentine’s surprise.

exactly a year ago, you had asked lydia out, and the two of you went on your first date. you planned all that out, so lydia took it upon herself to plan something special for the day.

lydia had started driving just after school let out, and 35 minutes later, she was still driving. there was no evidence of civilization around, spare the odd farm, which you dutifully pointed out every time you passed one, by calling “horse.”

as the song ended, you asked, “lydia, where are we going?”

”i told you, it’s a surprise. we’re almost there, anyway.” although the road was desolate, lydia gripped the wheel firmly and was constantly scanning the road. even just lydia driving you to wherever it is that you were going was meaningful and romantic to you. lydia was incredibly anxious to be at the steering wheel. she didn’t like driving, and was scared of having a passenger in her car, lest anything happen and it be on her conscious.

you went back to silence, simply enjoying lydia’s playlist and the scenery.

a song and a half later, lydia turned off the main road. she rolled up to what appeared to be the entrance to an amusement park. “here we are!” lydia exclaimed, visibly excited.

you slowly got out of the car, taking in the decrepit buildings before you. “lydia, is this place abandoned?” you asked.

”uh only about five years, yeah.” she replied, walking straight through one of the turnstiles guarding the entrance.

”it’s only been abandoned for five years?” you followed her.

”yeah, and all, well most, of the rides are still in operating condition!” she twirled around in the middle of the opening courtyard.

frankly, this wasn’t the valentine’s day/ anniversary date that you had in mind, but it was very much something lydia would do. you ran to catch up with your girlfriend, and tackled her in a hug, “what ride do you want to go on first?”

she considered her options for a moment, “how about we try the storm chaser?”

”race ya to it!” you began sprinting to where all the storm chaser signs were pointed.

bad idea. because lydia, having been to the park before, of course knew the shortcuts and beat you to the entrance. but being the incredible girlfriend that she is, she waited for you before walking on.

you settled into the middle right seat at the very front of the coaster. ”are you sure this is safe?”

lydia stood at the podium thing that held all the buttons to operate the ride. she hit one of them, and ran to sit next to you before the coaster left. “nope.” she gave you a toothy grin.

your stomach dropped, and the coaster was still making its way up the first hill. You turned to lydia, “so, if we die, will we haunt thi- aaaaahhhh!!!!” note to self, don’t start conversations on roller coasters that plunge down at a 90 degree angle.

lydia raised her hands in the air, laughing through the entire ride. mostly at you. you screamed bloody murder the entire time. you weren’t usually so scared of rollercoasters, but this was a particularly intense one. combined with the fact that you’d never been on it before… and lydia just told you that it wasn’t safe and you could possibly die… yeah you had a reason to be freaked out.

”wasn’t that exciting?” your girlfriend asked. she held your hand as you hopped off the ride.

”that would be an understatement.” you stumbled to find your balance. of course lydia was perfectly fine. you shielded a bit of petty resentment over the simple fact.

”did you have fun, though?” lydia seemed slightly anxious.

you thought for a second, “i think i’ll have to try another ride to know for sure.” you kissed her on the cheek.

”then we’ll have to try the mind warp. It’s even more intense than that one.” lydia began skipping.

”more intense?” you shuddered at the thought.

“don’t worry, i’ll hold your hand and everything will be okay.” lydia snuggled into your arm.

“awww, thanks babe. that’d be so much more reassuring if you hadn’t just told me these rides are unsafe.”

lydia chuckled, “oh i was kidding about that.”

“kidding?” you screamed as you turned to face her.

“yeah, i just wanted you to get a little scared.” she held her pointer finger and thumb about a centimeter apart, to show how much you should’ve been scared.

you held your arms about a foot apart. “more like that much scared.”

lydia ushered you in front of her as you walked up to the next ride. “well on this ride you’ll only be a little scared.”

this one was a two seater. the first hill was twice the height of the storm chaser, and it was essentially just spirals. so many right turns.

you stumbled off the ride, holding your hand to your mouth, “i think i’m gonna be sick.”

lydia, obviously concerned, looked around for the nearest trash can for if you actually threw up.

you pretended to throw up all over her, ending in giggles.

”okay, fair enough.” she laughed along.

the two of you fell into a moment of comfortable silence as you passed by the alley of carnival games. you spotted a huge brown teddy bear that was one of the prizes. it was a little dusty, but it was underneath a roof, so it hadn’t been too terribly exposed to the elements. you pointed it out to lydia.

a light flashed across her eyes, “i know! i’ll win it for you!” she ran to the game. it was one of those ones where you have to toss a ring around the lip of a bottle. you could never figure out how they were rigged, but they definitely were.

you idled behind her. “you can try, but i don’t want to be waiting on you all day.”

with the three rings in hand, lydia laughed, “trust me, it’ll be nowhere near that long.”

you raised your eyebrow. lydia tossed the first ring. it missed. “just warming up.” she said nervously. it was if she wasn’t expecting that, like she was so sure she’d make it on the first try. you didn’t know lydia to be particularly good with her hand-eye coordination, so you weren’t sure why.

lydia tossed the second, it landed straight on. the third ring landed directly beside the second.

”impressive, but tough luck. you need to get all three in order to win.” you had pulled yourself up onto the counter where you sat.

”yeah, yeah, yeah. i know the rules.” she picked three more rings up. as each consecutive ring landed around a bottle, she winked at you. you watched, slightly impressed, as she readied herself for the third and final toss. it landed.

lydia reached up to steal the stuffed animal from its resting place.

you jumped down from the counter, and lydia hugged you, with the stuffed bear in between the two of you.

you laughed, “what should i name him?”

lydia considered it, “arson.”

”arson?”

”yeah, it’s a badass name.”

”just that?”

”uh huh, yeah.”

you breathed a sigh of relief, “okay, good. because i thought that you were planning to commit arson, and naming the bear that was like ‘a cute little thing to remember the time we committed arson together!’ and i was definitely not on board with that.”

lydia wheezed, “i mean, if you want to commit arson…”

”no! i do not!” you whacked her with the bear’s arm.

after a few, more gentle, rides, lydia convinces you to go on the ride that is, in your opinion, is the scariest one in the entire park. it simply goes up, then drops you down. your stomach did flips just thinking about it.

”don’t worry, i’ll be right next to you.” said lydia.

”and arson. don’t forget arson will be next to me too.”

she chuckled. “you see that line?” she pointed to a separation in paint colors what looked like one story up on the tower. you nodded. “it’ll slow down there. we’ll make it down, all safe.

you looked between the seats and the control panel. “are you sure you’ll be able to be next to me?” on all the previous rides, lydia had pressed the start button, then ran to jump in next to you.

”i- you raise a good point. um…” she looked in between the two. “yeah, i don’t think i’ll be able to. but! you really should go on without me. it’s my favorite ride, and it’d be a shame if you never got to go on it.”

you hugged arson close to your chest. “okay. i guess. but you’re getting me my favorite chocolates. the dark ones that aren’t too dark and are in the shape of penguins.”

lydia grinned, “i’d do that for you anyway.” she helped you into the seat, then secured arson next to you.

your girlfriend flipped the switch, and your seat started making its way up. lydia waved at you, beaming. you meekly waved back, trying not to think about how high up you were getting. trying, and failing, to not think about how far away from the ground you were, and how much it would hurt if you fell.

you looked out, at the skyline. you saw a storm approaching. always a good sign.

”hey, y/n, you’re going to drop in 3…” lydia said over the intercom system. “2…”

you squinted your eyes closed, and stiffened your body in anticipation. but lydia didn’t say one.

you began to panic. how long had you been stuck up there? it couldn’t have been more than two minutes, right? it wasn’t that long, surely everything was fine.

you swallowed, and looked down. lydia was nowhere to be seen. but beetlejuice was there.

you heard him breathe into the intercom, “one.”

you were sent flying down. you gripped the seat so hard you might break the plastic. you had your eyes opened, and the ground seemed to be approaching more quickly than it was supposed to.

but it’d stop soon, it was supposed to stop soon.

the ride screeched to halt a mere inches away from the ground.

your ears stopped ringing. you hadn’t realized it, but you had been screaming the entire way down.

beetlejuice was doubled over laughing. you finally saw lydia, being held by one of beetlejuice’s clones like a cat from its collar.

”y-you should’ve seen your face!” beetlejuice yelled.

the clone let go of lydia. she ran to you, to help you get out of the death trap. she held your shaking body in her arms.

”i told you not to do this! i told you it wouldn’t end well, and look what you do, you do it anyway! go away, beetlejuice!” she yelled over your shoulder.

”bu-”

”just go.”

lydia helped you stand up. “c’mon, let’s go, y/n. let’s get out of here.” she grabbed your bear, and the two of you began to make your way out of the park. you stayed nestled to her, because in her arms, no one could touch you.

you only let go when lydia had to get in the driver’s side to drive you home. she wiped a tear from your cheek, “it’s gonna be alright, y/n.”

lydia drove you home and was now sprawled over the couch of her own house.

beetlejuice was sulking in the corner knees pulled up against his chest

delia was incredibly confused as to what happened.

“so i’m not sure what happened. you want to talk about it?” she asked, hopeful, since lydia does not always want to talk to her about anything really.

“it’s just that beetlejuice scared the ever living shit out it y/n and now our anniversary and valentine’s day is ruined!” she said sitting up to say this before falling back down dramatically

“ohhh” delia began not sure on how to help lydia out here. “well what did beetlejuice do this time?”

lydia sighed which formed into a groan. “on one of the attractions he just made it seem she was going to plummet to her death while she was already scared of the thing!” she said. “saying this makes it worse…”

delia looked over at beetlejuice who just slowly floated up to get out of there. “right well that seems like a lot. hm how about you make it up to her by doing something… different?”

“how am I going to make it up though! she thought she was going to die! i can’t fix that!” lydia complained.

“well not with that attitude!"

lydia and delia turned to the doorway and saw the maitlands standing there.

barbara had a huge grin on her face while she stood legs wide with her hands on her hips.

behind her stood adam who gave a nervous smile, with something in his hands.

"is that? y/n’s favorite food?” lydia asked her eyes slowly widening when she saw that adam was holding a plate with indeed your favorite food.

“you bet it is!” Barbara said happily.

“how did you know i would need it?” lydia asked standing up from the couch and walking over to them. adam gave her the plate, smiling brightly at her.

“mother’s instinct.” barbara said, without missing a beat.

“we eavesdropped” adam said quietly, right after his wife. “we’re sorry”

lydia simply smiled. “no worries.. this is perfect!” she said happily.

adam smiled back. “well, we even made a nice corner in the attic. there’s a tv with some cute disney movies you could watch.” he said.

-“lots of blankets and pillows too!” barbara said throwing her hands in the air, excited.

“how did you do that so fast?” lydia asked, narrowing her eyes at them.

“don’t worry about that. just call your girlfriend and make it up to her!” barbara said, avoiding the question.

“we’re going to talk about that later” lydia said while doing the little ‘i’ll keep my eyes on you’ hand gesture.

lydia after that rushed to get attic to keep the food there and made sure it would stay warm before calling you up.

“hey y/n? sooo the park was obviously a complete disaster, but i might have a better thing set up!” she said hopeful.

“ehm that’s really sweet lyds. i would love to come over. as long as your friend is not going to crash the party again” you said through the phone, feeling all warm and fuzzy about that Lydia still wanted to make the day great!

“i’ll make sure beetlejuice does nothing! also i’ll pick you up!” lydia said excited beyond anything, so happy you still said yes.

“alright i’ll be waiting. do I have to wear anything fancy or something?” you asked just in case.

“nah you can even come in your pj’s or even your adorable little onesie.” lydia said before hanging up.

she drove to your house to pick you up. she squealed when she saw you.

“i didn’t think you’d actually come in your onesie!” she said to you.

you blushed. “it’s comfy!” you complained, crossing your arms as you sat in the passenger’s seat.

“okay true, it’s just… you’re so cute!” she squealed and got a light smack from you.

she chuckled and started driving home.

when you two arrived she quickly dragged you upstairs and into the attic.

“okay why are we in the attic?” you asked but soon already saw it yourself.

your favorite food, and snacks even, all ready to be eaten together with millions of blankets and pillows to make yourself comfortable with.

“wow..” you said and smiled, childishly running towards the stack of pillows and blankets and throwing yourself on the pile.

“i can get used to this” you murmured as lydia chuckled sitting besides you.

“i thought you’d like it.” lydia said, amused. “so i set this up with some help and we can watch movies.” she said.

you sat up and rolled yourself up in one of the blankets to make a burrito out of yourself. “as long as we don’t watch any horror movies.”

“nope wouldn’t want to do that to you, babe. so I got some disney movies we can watch” lydia said with a grin.

you gasped. “we better watch the princess and the frog. maybe also lion king!” you said, smile from ear to ear.

“sure. we’ve got all the time in the world now.” lydia said, smiling.

you opened up your burrito and lydia crawled into it with you. she cuddled up to you as she put on the movie.

you two were eating the food and snacks and watching all the disney movies almost all night and into the morning.

by the time you two had gotten to the movie mulan, you started to fall asleep.

lydia noticed and held you close to her, kissing your forehead.

“i love you lyds”

“love you too y/n”

@meangirlsx @meangirlmurphy @eliza-is-confused @boredomimi @book–butterfly

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice musical #beetlejuice braodway #beetlejuice fanfiction #lydia #lydia deetz #lawrence beetlejuice shoggoth #delia deetz #barbara maitland #adam maitland #lydia x reader #lydia deetz x reader #fic #ravenwolfcooper

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brainaware · 3 years

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La La Land Review

Although I was going to write a review on Hadestown next, I lately listened to a podcast that analyzed La La Land from a musical standpoint and found what they said very interesting and wanted to also comment on this. So I will proceed to analyze this movie as both a musical and a movie because I loved it so much. For a time I considered this my favorite movie and maybe I still do, therefore I will explain all the things I like and dislike about it.

One thing I had not thought about until I listened to the podcast is that, while this movie says it’s a musical, the songs that it has are not like the ones you find in a musical. Usually, songs from a musical have something that directly links it to the story and the words that are sung are directly aligned with the progression of the scene. In this movie, the songs could have switched around and be put in different parts of the movie because none of them specifically progress the story at a specific time. For example, Someone In The Crowd could have been placed at any point of the movie and it would have still made sense because it relates to the overall theme of the movie but it is not bound down by a specific event or scene. The song could have been put right before The Fools Who Dream and it would have still made sense. The only song that I believe is bound down by the scene and progresses Emma and Ryan’s relationship is A Lovely Night. But all the other ones are just songs that sound amazing but are not bound down to a specific time in telling the narrative or any sort of character development. In a musical like Hadestown, you can’t switch songs around and still have it make sense. All of the songs help progress the story and contribute to the plot. However, since La La Land is a movie musical it can bend some rules to get what it wants.

On the same note, given that the songs are not used to progress the story, I believe they are more memorable and catchy. Comparing the songs from La La Land to a musical like Beetlejuice where most of the songs are used to explain or progress the narrative, I found that La La Land did a better job at making catchy music. Since the songs are self contained and can be sung whenever, they are more easy to remember. I can easily remember all of the songs from this movie while I can’t always recall all of the songs from a musical even after listening to the soundtrack many times.

Another really important aspect of the movie is that the actors actually sing, dance and play instruments. When the movie ended, I quickly looked up if Ryan Gosling knew how to play piano or if they edited his hands. Because in a world where many many movies use editing and effects to get off with the actors not knowing how to perform certain actions, it really amazed me that he could actually play the piano. Also, him and Emma had to learn all of the songs and dances which gave it the musical feel (even though they might not have been the best choices as actors for a musical I LOVED them).

I believe Ryan Gosling did a good job at portraying someone who is hyper focused on what they want and are super serious about it. When he went off on rants about jazz it really engaged me because it is always fun to listen to someone who is really passionate about something. Of course this trait also comes with the caveat of lacking sufficient emotional intelligence. He can really hone in on what he likes but can’t see beyond that at times. It is like he has a certain degree of Asperger's that makes him good at what he likes and does, but doesn’t have the social or emotional skills to relate with others in the same way and really listen to them. I am really glad that the writers gave the character this space so that I could develop this train of thought and analyze Ryan’s behavior. When the movie ended I felt really happy for his character and what he had accomplished. The fact that the movie ends the way it does and doesn’t further push the romantic narrative gave it the nice conclusion that I wanted.

The reason that the main characters broke up all boils down to what they were willing to sacrifice. Since neither of them were willing to sacrifice their dreams and aspirations in order to lead a life with the person you love, it ends up with their breakup. When their life together is revisited in the ending sequence, you can see that the only way for them to be together was for one of them to sacrifice their dreams and support the other in their dreams. This whole dilemma really made me ponder about the future and how I want to lead my own life.

Finally I would like to point out that a movie and/or a musical are amazing whenever you achieve the next two things:

While watching there is not a moment where you are not enjoying what you are watching. This means that it needs to be both visually stimulating and emotionally stimulating throughout. There can be moments when it tries to amaze you visually so it can take a break from stimulating your emotions and vice versa. But all in all it should make you be engaged.

After watching, some aspects of the show should stay with you. This could either be an ethical dilemma that they touch and that lingers on your mind or even songs that you keep coming back to after some time has passed. But all in all it should make you remember aspects of it and not be forgettable.

I believe that La La Land fits these two criteria for me and that is why I love it so much. There is not a point in the movie where it does not keep me engaged, and I keep coming back to the message that not everybody’s lives are meant to be together and that taking different paths in life can still take you to where you want to go. I also revisit some of the key messages in the movie to think about my own life and also revisit the music because it is amazing. Of course many people wanted Ryan Gosling and Emma Stone to end up together but they both achieved their goals in the end and we should be happy for the characters.

Even though this isn’t really a musical but really a movie musical, I will still give it my MURAL rating because it is something I would like to continue for all my future musical reviews. Therefore, my MURAL rating is as follows:

Music memorability: Yes, all songs have been stuck on my head at different times. I even tried to learn some of them on instruments!

Use of stage: Since this doesn’t really use a stage, it does utilize all the visuals quite nicely and they kept me engaged throughout

Replayability: Yes, watched it twice and would watch it again gladly (I have however listened to the soundtrack way more times than I can count)

Actors: I think both the main actors had great synergy together and loved their take on the characters they played. However, since neither of them have a musical background, the songs could have been more extraordinary so that I could really appreciate the singing ability of these actors (having main actors with a musical background could have solved this problem). Everyone has different takes on playing the same character and I loved Emma and Ryan’s take

Laughability: Yes, I remember enjoying the situations and laughing at the dynamic the two main roles had

Total score: 5/5*

*This score is subject to change as I watch more musicals and have a better point of reference and comparison between them

#la la land #review #musical #movie

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kucka-g · 4 years

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Beetledad thing

I have never written anything in my life but got so inspired by @colanom 's beetledad Frank 'Rigel' Shaggoth that i had to put this down into words.

It's a platonic reader insert

TW: mild angst

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Beetlejuice was curently laying on his bed, playing with the rubix cube you had given him. You, for the lack of something better to do, were looking around all the different things Beej keept in his room.

There were all sorts of stuff: things that you had gifted to him, random junk that he had found outside, containers filled with bugs and some of his possesions from the netherworld.

One item in particular seemed to peak your intrest. It was a book, that you never noticed before. It looked kinda ancient. It had a dark brown leather cover with some indecipherable runes on it. You picked it up.

"Yo, BJ! What's that?"The demon look up lazily in your direction and explained "That ol' thing? I don't know, realy. Stole it from my mom's office once. Couldn't read it tho cuz it's mostly written in some weird language." with that he went back to solving the rubix cube. "You can have it if you want." he added. You immediately got excited after hearing this. He knew how much you liked all that cryptic, unsolvable mystery stuff."Realy? Thanks".

And that's how you spent the next few days thoroughly analizing the book, page by page. Just like Beetlejuice said, you couldn't understand most of what was written but you didn't need to understand to stay interested in it.

You were sitting comfortably on you living room couch. Book in hand, you finnished studying another page. You took one last glance at it until you decided it was time for the next one. You went to flip the page. But... what was that? This page felt heavier than all the previous ones. Not only that, it also seemed to be thicker. You pulled the book closer to your face to further examine this page.

And, in fact, this wasn't a regular page. It were two pages, but glued together. Jackpot! And here you thought the book couldn't get anymore interesting. Your mind flooded with questions. Why are the pages glued together? Who glued them shut? But most importantly :What was hidden between them? Well, you were just about to find out.

You picked the spot in witch the glue was the weakest. Then slowly and carefully pulled the pages aparat as to not demage either one of them. The moment you parted the pages a piece of paper fell out of the hidden space and landed at your feet. You put the book down on the coffee table, the piece of paper now catching all your attention. You stood up from the sofa and picked up the paper that turned out to be a photo.

The photo showed a mam holding a baby. At first glance you'd say the man was Beetlejuice, but the longer you looked at him the more differences you noticed. For starters, he was notably slimer. His hair was longer, it was green, just like BJ's, but he had some gray roots poking out from behind his ears, the green was also slightly fading into pink at the tips. His nose and ears were longer and rather sharp, opposed to Beej's rounder facial features. He was wearing a black suit covered in thin white stripes with a blood-red dress shirt. In addition to that his pupils were cross-shaped and his lips formed a genuine wholesome smile. There was no denying this man resembled Beetlejuice a lot. Could he be a relative? Perhaps even his runaway father.

That was enough pondering about the man, so you turned your gaze to the baby. A typical baby-shaped baby. It was wearing a striped onesie. On it's head was a wild bush of green locks. With it's tiny grabby hands it was holding onto the man's fingers and smiling up at him.

If this man realy was BJ's relative, that must mean the baby was the Beetleman himself. You couldn't help the smirk that crept onto your lips at the adorable image of your best friend as a baby. You looked at the photo in all it's glory for a short while longer. You just had to show this to BJ.

As if on cue, a dirty head peeked over your shoulder. "Whatcha got there, Babes?" he questioned. You handed him the photo so he could get a better look. Almost immediately his face flushed in disbelief. He pulled it away from himself before pulling it closer to his face as if to make sure he was seeing this right. And he just continued staring at it without saying a word or even making a sound.

You decided to leave him to it for now and turned your atention back to the book, that was still open on the previously glued together pages. You scanned the contents of pages, mindlessly mumbling underneath your breath as you read.

"Rigel... Rigel... Rigel..."

As the last word left your mouth and the air around you suddenly became heavy, your brain connected the dots and you quickly realized what you had just done. " Oh shit" was all you said before both you and Beej focused on the dark mist that was forming in front of you.

Out of the mist emerged a man, not just any man, the man from the photo. The mist started fading as he fell to his hands and knees. He looked exhausted, he was breathing heavily, gasping for air and coughing occasionally. All the while you and Beetlejuice were frozen in place, neither of you daring to avert your eyes from him.

His breaths finally started to get steady and he looked up, franticly looking around the room. Then his gaze landed on Beetlejuice. The man stared at him for a moment before his expresion perked up in recognition. " L-Lawrence?" the man spoke softly , his voice hoarse. He must have not used it for quite a while.

At the mention of your friends first name you turned to him, looking at him for the first time since the strange man arrived. All you could see in his face was shock and confusion. His hair kept shifting between various shades of purple, blue and yellow. "Dad..." that was all BJ could muster out of his mouth.

"Son... Oh god. I-i thought i'd never see you again" the man continued, with a tone that sounded both sad and relieved, as he stood up and took a step closer. Beej sterted backing up at that." N-No. You... you left us, you were g-gone for decades" He mumbled, more to himself than to his father.

His father was taken aback by this. A frown now apearing on his face. " I never meant to leave you. Please, just let me explain" he pleaded.

Beetlejuice clutched his head with his hands, slightly pulling at his colorful hair "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no" he just kept repeating. He was clearly overwhelmed by the entire situation. You wanted to reach out for his arm to try to calm him down but before you could do anything he was already dashing up the stairs. With that you just stood there switching your gaze between the staircase and Rigel while deciding what you should do next.

"Uhm... Excuse me for a minute" you told the demon and rushed up the stairs. You needed to check up on your friend. Just like you assumed Beetlejuice had gone to his room. He was sitting next to the bed, head still in hands, he was trying to calm down. You slowly made your way towards him. You gently put your hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay, Bug?" you asked. He took a deep breath and then answered "I'll be f-fine... I... wanna be alone right now". You wanted to be there for him but you knew that he just needed some space sometimes. "Alright. Come downstairs whenever you're ready" you offered him a soft smile before leaving his room. You made your way back downstairs.

Rigel was still standing in the same spot he did before, now awkwardly looking at the floor and fiddling around with his fingers. His hair turned mostly purple. He is a demon, he is definitely dangerous, but he didn't seem to have any ill intentions. You weren't sure what to think of him yet, you decided to treat him with hospitality for now. He looked up at you as you approached him.

"Please, take a seat" you offered, motioning to the armchair that stood beside him. With a sigh, he sat down. "Can i get you anything? Coffee? Tea? Water?" this came out sounding kinda robotic as you couldn't decide on what tone to pick up. Nonetheless he took you up on the offer. "I guess i'd appreciate a cup of tea" you gave a quick nod and disappeared into the kitchen

You decided to make a cup for yourself aswell. Making the tea gave you a chance to calm down a little and collect your thoughts.

Rigel didn't seem like a bad person, but you know that looks can be deceiving. You shouldn't let your guard down. Before you knew it the tea was ready.

As you reentered the living room, tea in hand, you saw that Rigel was preoccupied with the photo of him and Babyjuice. The purple in his hair retreating. He was looking at it with a soft expresion, probably reminiscing the time in which said photo was taken. You set one of the teacups down on the coffee table in front of him. He thanked you quietly as you took a seat on the couch. The both of you just sat there and sipped tea for a few minutes in a somewhat awkward silence.

"So..." you started. "You are BJ's father?" the answer to that was obvious by now but you had no idea what else to ask. He just noded at this "please, you can call me Frank" he said while offering you a handshake. "Nice meeting you Frank. I'm (Y/N)" you shook his hand. Now it was his turn to ask a question. "How do you know Lawrence?" You looked down at your cup, recalling your first encounter with your supernatural friend. A small smile wandered onto your face " I met him around a year ago. He was suposed to hount my house but we quickly grew fond of one another. And eventually we become roommates." Frank smiled at your little story aswell. "that's nice" he commented.

The two of you continued your small talk. And by small talk you mean him asking you questions about Beetlejuice and you answering them to your best ability.

It didn't take long for all the doubts that you had about Frank to dissolve into thin air. There was no way this man had purposefully abandoned his family. You were sure of it. This meant Juno must have not told BJ the truth about his father. What a surprise. You've never met this woman but you truly hated her like the plague. Beetlejuice had told you about various things his mother has said or done to him. You get that she's a literal demon but, sheesh, that doesn't excuse her for being a toltal bi*ch.

Frank eventualy ran out of questions and you slipped into a more comfortable silence than before. The silence was only interrupted by the long awaited sound of footsteps going down the stairs. Both you and Frank turned towards Beetlejuice. His hair was a dark brownish-green, a dead serious expression on his face. You have seen him be serious before but he has never looked THAT serious. His gaze was fixated on Frank. He made his way to the couch and sat down next to you. You took this as your cue to leave the room and give the pair of demons some privacy but before you could do anything Beej gently placed his hand on your forearm. He looked at you with pleading eyes, wordlessly telling you to stay. You didn't questions it and just gave him a firm nod. You simultaneuosly looked at Frank.

"Well..." BJ started "Explain yourself".

Frank took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts.

He explained everything. How he met Juno. How they(or just him actualy) fell in love. How they got married and had Lawrence. And finally, how she betrayed him. Throughout the entire recap Beej was intensely focused on his father, as to not miss a single word that escaped his mouth.

"... and with that she sent me back to were i came from, to spend the rest of eternity in solitude. I definitely had a lot of time to think and i realised many things that i should have realised sooner. Juno never loved me, she was only using me for her own gain. I knew she would try to use you aswell and the thought of that was devastating. My biggest fear was that you might grow up to become just like her... I'm glad to see that you're doing fine" and just like that he ended his explanation, now awaiting BJ's reaction.

Beetlejuice turned his gaze towards the floor, still procesing all the newfound information. After a moment he sighed and stood up. Still holding a serious face, he slowly made his way towards his father, causing Frank to stand up aswell. Beej stopped right in front of him for a second and looked up into his eyes. The tention of the moment was quickly dissolved when Beetlejuice wraped his arms around the other demon in a tight embrace. His hair has turned into a parade of greens and pinks with a few blue steaks inbetween. It took Frank a moment to register what was happening but soon he gladly copied his son's action. Beetlejuice burried his head into Franks chest as he started sobbing. Between his sobs he menaged to muster out "I've missed you, dad" Now it was Frank's turn to brake out into sobs "I've missed you too, my little imp".

They both continued to cry as they hugged.

You quitly slipped out of the room, careful not to disturb the tender moment that had just played out before your eyes. You gave them one last glance, smiling at the wholesomeness, before leaving to your room, in order to give the pair some much deserved father-son time.

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#beetlejuice musical #beetlejuice #beetlejuice x reader #fanfic #Beetledad #fanfiction #beetlejuice fanfiction #Frank Rigel Shaggoth

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jester-junk · 4 years

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So i was wondering if you could do a pennywise or beetlejuice... Or maybe both anyways. Their s/o gets depressed at times dealing with an awful father/step father telling her how worthless she is and one day they break down in front of penny / or bj. (Sorry if its sad. And I understand if you do t want to... I've just been dealing with similar and was just needing a little clown / demon pick me up.

Hey, Nonny. I’m sorry you feel so awful right now. If you want to vent, just hop into my DMs. I hope your situation improves soon. Until then, have some supportive BJ. Because the way I write Pennywise is not… ideal for this setting. You need a cuddly bear and you will get a cuddly bear. I hope you enjoy this.

TW: abuse, depression brain, Beej trying his best

Beetlejuice lay on the couch behind you, constantly commenting on the breakfast television you tried to enjoy. You were sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table, cereals in your mouth and BJ’s incessant chatter in your ears. You acted annoyed, but he was pretty sure you didn’t really mind. In fact, he assumed you welcomed his rambling and jokes. He wasn’t very good at expressing himself. He didn’t know how to handle most emotions – he was learning, but progress was slow. So until he got a better grasp on the intricacies that is the human mind, he did what he could do best; seeking attention. Not anyone’s, but yours specifically (being invisible to everyone else didn’t leave him much of a choice anyway). And he had the feeling that you were grateful for it. Even though you were surrounded by family members, you often confided to him how lonely you were. You didn’t feel like you were seen – something Beetlejuice could relate to. A lot. Which is probably why he took a liking to you in the first place. And why he wouldn’t shut up and would continue to talk to you. You only had each other, basically.

The Ghost with the Most yawned and you visibly flinched. Beetlejuice cocked his eyebrow questioningly but before he could ask what’s wrong, he heard footsteps behind him, which were probably the true reason for your change in behaviour. He rolled his eyes and sat up, knowing the nice mood was over. You didn’t look at him as you tried to make yourself as small as possible in front of the television. Beetlejuice stared at the back of your head.

“Y/N, what are you doing?!” came the booming voice of your stepfather. Beetlejuice could see how you nearly choked on your cereals.

“Having breakfast,” you answered with a meek voice.

“And watching TV?! Aren’t you brainless enough? Turn that shit off and do something useful for once!”

Beetlejuice bit his tongue and balled his fists. His already pale knuckles were nearly white under all the dust and grime.

He watched as you started to move. Slow, faltering. It was obvious to him you desperately wanted to resist. But you didn’t. You grabbed the remote, switched off the television and stood up on wobbly legs. You grabbed your bowl and made your way into the kitchen without looking at your friend once. His eyes followed you everywhere, though.

You were practically tiptoeing around the “head of the family”, trying to clean your bowl as quietly as possible. When you wanted to reach for the towel, your way was blocked.

“That’s the towel for hands, not the dishes. How often do I have to tell you?”

You took a step back and held the still dripping bowl against your chest. Your lip quivered. You refused to look at him.

“And now you’re making a mess everywhere. Can you do anything right?!”

Beetlejuice left his place on the couch, but before he could reach out to you, you turned on your heel and sprinted up the stairs. A loud slam could be heard and your stepfather immediately put his mug down.

“What did I tell you about slamming doors?! Come down here!” he screamed. Beetlejuice’s hair had nasty streaks of red in it as he snapped a finger, and the lightbulb above him burst into a million pieces. He sputtered, frantically brushing off the shards from his clothes and emptying his now very sharp coffee in the sink.

Beetlejuice circled the man, never taking his eyes off him. God, he wanted to hurt him. So much. But without you saying his name three times, all he could do were little parlour tricks to ruin his day. He was just about to get creative when your mum’s husband grabbed his car keys and rushed through the front door, all the while cursing up a storm. Beetlejuice nodded in satisfaction and after making sure this prick was truly gone, made his way up the stairs to your room. He could hear you sobbing on the other side of the door. He quietly entered.

He saw you on your bed, curled up, and sniffling into your favourite pillow. He bit his lip in thought. His eyes lit up as he came up with an idea. He cleared his throat and waited for you to make eye contact with him, before repeatedly slamming your door over and over.

“DoN’t sLaM tHe doOrS I aM tOo SeNsiTivE aNd iT ReMinDs mE oF mY MOm aNd hOw sHe lEfT beCaUsE I aM So SHITTY!!!”

He waited for a positive reaction from you, but all he got was your muffled voice through your pillow.

“Not funny, Beej.”

His shoulders slumped and he approached your bed.

“Babe?”

“What do you want?” you asked, barely looking at him.

“Say my name three times and I’ll kill that cocksucker.”

You looked up from your pillow with furrowed brows.

“Beetlejuice. Stop.”

Beetlejuice crossed his arms and stomped his foot.

“No, he’s a dick! He can’t talk to you like that!”

You let out an exasperated sigh and turned away from him.

“If you’re not here to help, leave.” You buried your face into the wet pillowcase again, your body shaking with silent sobs.

Beetlejuice bit his knuckles, wandering around the room, searching for anything that might cheer you up. He couldn’t handle you actively crying in front of you. His gaze wandered over your desk, your bookcase and lastly, to your mirror. He stopped in his tracks and stared at his reflection. Then it hit him.

A few big strides and he crawled onto the bed next to you, nudging your shoulder. You immediately leaned into him and let him cradle you in his arms. Beetlejuice pulled the wet pillow out of your grasp and put it behind him, before turning around again and stroking your back. Once you had calmed down a bit, he spoke again.

“I want to help,” he declared.

“You can’t.”

He still held you, not replying, until you were ready to leave that certain place in your mind.

“I just don’t want to see his face today.”

Beetlejuice simply shrugged.

“We could lock ourselves in. Keep him out.”

He could feel you shake your head in his arms.

“He’ll be angry. And the doors can’t be locked, anyway.”

The demon snorted and pushed you away from him to flick his wrist, and let the door give the telltale sound of being locked, despite the lack of a key.

“First, he’s always angry. Because he’s a douche. And you forget that I’m the ghost with the most, babes, I can lock anything and everything.”

He could see you were torn, so he went for the kill. Figuratively.

“My clones could keep him on his toes. He won’t think of coming upstairs. And we can just chill!” You raised an eyebrow.

“No maiming.”

Beetlejuice rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his green hair.

“FINE. So? You game?”

You sighed and shrugged your shoulders.

“I… guess we could do that.”

Beetlejuice instantly jumped off your bed, nearly knocking you over in the process and clapped his hands together.

“Great! So, if we wanna barricade ourselves, we need…?” he trailed off, pointing at you to end his sentence for him. You sat up a bit straighter.

“…Food?”

“Exactly, sweet cheeks! Can’t play bunker without some rations, am I right?”

The small smile that had been on your lips vanished again. Beetlejuice was so close to screaming.

“I… don’t really feel like cooking, Beetlejuice. And we don’t have money for ordering takeout. …No, we won’t scare the delivery man to death.”

This was tougher than Beetlejuice would like to admit. No matter how much you were being dragged down, when it came to things unrelated to your misery, you were rational. Obnoxiously so. But maybe… maybe he could use this against your toxic mind, telling you to play hermit crab.

He rubbed his chin and unlocked the door again.

“Very well. Then I’ll cook for you! The good ol’ Beej-surprise!”

You gasped, frantically shaking your head, your eyes as wide as saucers.

“Oh no. No way. I am lucky if I find some food between all the salt you put in there.”

You jumped from the bed, pushed past him and your way down the stairs, not noticing the shit-eating grin on Beetlejuice’s face as he followed you like a shadow.

“Not my fault my tastebuds went to shit.”

When you two arrived in the kitchen, you gave Beetlejuice an odd look for all the shards lying around. Shit, he forgot about those. He snapped with his fingers and the light bulb magically returned to its original shape, illuminating the room again. As you rummaged through the kitchen, collecting pots and pans and ingredients, you must’ve felt his eyes practically burning into your back. You put everything down and turned around, a small smile on your lips again.

“You– you can help, I suppose. Don’t touch the spices, though.”

Beetlejuice hooked his thumbs beneath his suspenders and let them snap against his shirt, before exclaiming, “Knew it!”

You cut vegetables, Beetlejuice tried to sneak spices into everything. You slapped him with your spatula until he got distracted by the mesmerising hum of the oven. He sat in front of it like a hypnotised puppy when you slid down next to him and leaned against his side.

“Thank you,” you murmured.

Beetlejuice pulled you into his lap and held you close. He wasn’t good with words. Feelings were complicated. But as he wrapped his arms around you, he knew he’d get there. As long as he was able to put a smile on your face, he was on the right track.

#beetlejuice #musicaljuice #beetlejuice the musical #musical #beetlejuice x reader #my writing #a juiceling writes

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missrose-writes-stuff · 5 years

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What You Need

As requested by @spooky-scary-lesbian by picking number 15 on my lyrics promt. I tried my best! I hope you like it <3 Warnings: Slightish Angst (isn't too bad) Paring: Beetlejuice x Reader

You come into your room and slam the door closed with a loud bang going through your apartment. Frustration coursing through your veins.

Your parents had called earlier saying that they would no longer be supporting you because you had decided to switch majors. They always wanted you to go into the medical field. But after taking some courses you decided it wasn't for you and switched to an art major. It seems as soon as they found out they cut you off. You sat on your bed and ran your fingers through your hair. You felt tears welding up in your eyes.

"I need to find another job now," you mumbled to yourself.

Luckily for you, you had saved up money from your current retail job. Unluckily for you they didn't give you much hours.

Tears slipped down your face and you quickly wiped them away. You tried to calm yourself.

"C'mon you got this," You reassured yourself.

Then you heard a thud, causing you to jump up from your bed. You look around and see a book had fallen off your desk. You walk over and grab the book to put it back on the desk and a paper falls out. You reach out to grab the paper thinking it's an old note you left there. You inspect the paper wondering where it came from.

"Have a problem? Just call my name thrice and I'll be there to fix it! From your local number one bio-exorcist" you read to yourself.

You flip the paper over and the word Betelgeuse printed on it. Your face scrunches up in confusion and you debate to yourself if you should try it out. You shake your head and put the paper in your desk drawer and tossing the book back on the desk.

A month passes as you try to find another job with no success. During the month strange things kept happening around the house; things misplaced or moved. You swore you heard footsteps every once in a while.

It was another late night of you submitting job applications. Your eyes straining from looking at the computer screen for a long time. You were falling asleep until you heard a voice.

"C'mon I left you my flyer a month ago! Just Summon me!"

The voice jolted you awake making you jump and almost fall off your chair.

You bite your tongue knowing if you say 'Who's there' might call for a death sentence. Though that might just be one to many horror movies poisoning your mind. You slowly get off the chair and walk towards the closet where you thought you heard the voice.

You swing open the door hard and come face to face with nothing. It was just your clothes. You sigh and rub your eyes talking to yourself.

"I'm finally gone off the deep end," you close your closet door.

You turn around and come face to face with a man in a black and white striped suit. You let out a scream and jump back hitting your closet door.

"Fucking shit" You yell out clutching your chest trying to calm down your beating heart.

He just smiled and waved at you, "I'm assuming you can see me."

"Who the fuck are you?" You ask

"I'm the answer to all your prayers!" He threw his arms up and confetti flew out of his hands.

You stare in confusion as the confetti fell around the both of you, this man the answer to your prayers? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

"What do you mean ?" You ask

He smiles, "Well I did drop off my flyer to you about a month ago. Remember that flyer?"

You nod your head to his question, honestly still lost. Hoping this was all some wild sleep deprived hallucination.

"Well here I am, just say my name three times." He said as he sat at your desk.

"How did you know about my problems?" You look at him suspiciously.

"Well,I was just passing by and I saw you in trouble" He shrugs, andI'vebeenwatchingyouforlongerthanthactually"

"What?" You're eyebrows knit together in confusion.

"Nothing." He smiles, "So what about it babes. I can help ya."

You thought about it over awhile. Best case scenario was that this was all a sleep deprivation hallucination and nothing would happen. Worse case is that it was real and suddenly you have a ghost lingering around you for who knows how long.

You shrug your shoulders and decide ‘fuck it’ , “Alright then. Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!”

“Thanks so much babes, you wont regret it!”

You actually didn’t regret it surprisingly, but some days you did. He ended up inviting himself over and basically becoming your roommate. He did help around the place once in a while and was great at keeping bugs away. With his help around the apartment you become less stressed and suddenly you got a raise at your current job so finding a new one wasn’t necessary. The problems only arose when Beetlejuice decided to prank your date you had over for the night; or quite frankly anyone who seemed like they were interested in you.

He gave the poor guy a huge scare, making him swear he’ll never come back.

“Beej! You can’t keep doing this!” You yell after watching another guy run out of your apartment.

“C’mon (Y/N). I’m just having fun!” He put his hands up in mock surrender.

You sit on the couch with your arms crossed, upset at your “roommate”. He stood in front of you.

“C’mon babes!” He practically begged, “There’s no need to be upset. If he got scared then he just aint right for you!”

“This is the fourth time this week!” You scold, “What's your problem Beej!?” You stood up from the couch and pointed at him, “Why do you keep doing this!?”

Clear frustration was written on your face as he stared at you trying to figure out what to say.

“You don't even have to say anything. I didn't even want you here in the first place” You began to rant, “I thought you were just some fucked up hallucination that my tired mind made up.”

“You don't mean that babes..” He reached out and put his hands on your shoulders.

Tears weld up in your eyes, “Then why do you insist on fucking up every chance I get at some sort of happiness in a relationship?” Your voice cracking.

“I um..” He hesitated

You shrugged his hands off your shoulders and turned around heading to your bedroom.

“IT’S BECAUSE I LIKE YOU!” He yelled.

You froze in place, wondering if you heard him right. Did he just confess his feelings?

“I..I like you okay?” His voice wavering, “and I’m not really good at expressing my feelings..”

You turn around and look at him, trying to figure out how to respond. You like him too but you were always scared. He’s well not alive so you always figured he wouldn’t go after you, a “breather”. That's why you always went on dates, or even had them over. You were trying to get over the fact that he would have never gone for you. You walk towards him and wrap your arms around him, pulling him close.

“Jesus christ, I'm glad you had the balls” You mumble into his chest.

“W-what” He was stunned

You giggle and look up at him, “Long story short, I like you too Beej”

He smiles and wraps his arms around you picking you up, and begins to shower your face with kisses.

“H-hey!” You laugh.

“Sorry babes!” He puts you down, “Got a little excited there”

You shake your head and grab his hand tugging him a bit towards your bedroom.

“Lets go to bed yeah?” You smile at him, “It's getting kinda late”

“Need a cuddle buddy?” He walks to your room with him.

“That's exactly what I need,” You respond with a small yawn as you both make it to the bedroom.

#beetlejuice fanfiction #beetlejuice x reader #i tried #beetlejuice #welcome 2 hell thnx

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subukunojess · 4 years

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Karma- Beetlejuice (1/7/2020)

Hey guys. I’m trying to catch up with my writing and I’m still working on my thoughts about my experience watching Beetlejuice, but I wanted to share this since I’m writing some fanfiction at the moment and need to get his character down.

I decided to design/personalize my interpretation of Beetlejuice based on what I saw since several people on here had different versions on him based on how the actor portrayed the character on that performance. I challenge others who’ve seen the musical to share their own versions as well if they wish!

If anyone had seen the show on January 7th or wants to add any unique thing in general, feel free to add in a reply or comment or whatever! Without further ado, here is my Beetlejuice that I will be writing about in my stories:

Name: Lawrence Betelgeuse Shoggoth aka "Beetlejuice"

Nickname (Compared to Other BJ's): Karma

Gender: "Beetlejuice" (Non-binary/Genderfluid)

Pronouns: Currently He/Him. Does not mind They/Them

Orientation: Demiromantic/Pansexual

Physical Features: Gold eyes, fangs, mood-changing hair, the green on his cheeks that is not his hair is in the shape of a diamond one for each cheek.

Distinct Features: (Alternate Outfit) Black suit with white stripes, would sometimes wear a black fedora with a purple feather, green beetle emblem, and a 7 of Diamonds playing card on it. Still has his green tie.

Other Features: - With Autism and has Dyslexia

- Voracious (Can eat people dead or alive and almost anything really)

- Encourages creativity, confidence and strong emotions (despite not knowing how to process the latter exactly)

- Got his name based on his "luck"/karma.

-7 of diamonds symbolism (besides the fact I'm incorporating 7 deadly sins again):

The seven of diamonds evokes everything related to negotiation. In cartomancy, this card is more or less neutral.

an artistic flair, a love of nature and beauty and a certain social charm like no other.

firm boundaries and self-discipline. An interesting and unique blend of flow and constriction is experienced by this Seven in the cards of life

They are encouraged to focus on life’s abundance and acknowledge their innate ability to create on the material level. Challenged to view the glass as half-full, Seven of Diamonds♦ people must exercise non-attachment to money as it is their spiritual test of faith in a benign, abundant universe. Once they are in alignment, having released their famine mentality and poverty consciousness, there’s actually no limit to how much a Seven of Diamonds♦ can create.

People of this card and suit are here to experience life and themselves through values, acquiring worth, both material and immaterial, commerce, evaluation, financial matters and business.

It is a card of power and accomplishment

changes are often violent, always sudden

Seven of Diamonds belong to the special family of Seven. It means that their life does not follow the traits of 46 cards of the deck. It may feel like being an alien with ideas and set of values no one understands. No one can ever experience how it is to be in your place

For their very open-minded and mentally sharp brain, creativeness and ambitions, any routine work can be more than they can handle. Seven Of Diamonds need new things to learn, new places to go and new projects to work on to keep themselves motivated and happy.

In love, they are more than anyone else willing to sacrifice and give anything they've got to beloved ones.

There is a great love of home for all 7 of Diamonds, but they may have to wait for it, as their early life is filled with many changes.

- Loves his found family and would kill for them. Seriously.

- Would sometimes take things literally (borrowing that from the cartoon)

- Cheers for the underdog most of the time

- Has a soft spot for kids

Now about "Karma" based on 1/7/2020 show:

Actor Who Played Him: Alex Brightman

Details (Feel free to add any!) - gets genuinely surprised at attention, but really craves it - stutters sometimes - has the audience at the palm of his hand - very excited about the Maitlands at first - excited to see kids - great with accents and impressions - wants to make friends, but doesn't know how - Optimistic/Hopeful at first - very emotional and over-dramatic - has comedic timing - he's very vocal on letting out noises and side effects - he waves his hands around a lot/stims - a touchy kind of being - chubby (thicc boy) - sarcastic - deadpan - he sometimes gets confused about the Maitlands - He hesitates when he admits his first name is Lawrence - He's a switch not going to lie (slight NSFW-ish) - dramatic whines - sad/exasperated that no one is like him. - gets distracted easily - mocks people perfectly - responds verbally whenever someone living says his name - desperate and raspy when playing charades with Lydia - Ironic but seems more "human" in act 1, then more "demon/monster" in Act 2 until the end - more demonic, wild, and growly when summoned - especially growls and snarls - big brother/best friend to Lydia - He likes his clones a lot - gets sadistic when he's angry and wants to see a reaction - unconsciously recognizes being manipulated/repeated behavior (Ex. Juno manipulation and his face falling when he sees her "act of love") - throws his voice around multiple times - wants to connect with others, plans to work on it when he leaves (ironically, he has connected with the audience)

#Beetlejuice #Beetlejuice the musical #interpretation #alex brightman #karma #karmajuice #character notes #will talk about the show more at a later date #feel free to add anything #or share your own juice

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redsown · 4 years

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get to know the blogger.

1. first name. cole.

2. strange fact about yourself. i’m double jointed, i guess? i’m not very interesting.

3. top three physical things you find attractive on someone.

-- a toothy smile. not sure why.

-- dark hair. oof.

-- presentation, i guess? i like when it’s obvious that someone cares about their appearance. if you’re clean and well-groomed and dress like you’re making an effort to look nice, i’m all about it.

4. a food you could eat forever and not get tired of. baby carrots.

5. a food you hate. avocados and any derivatives. absolutely fucking revolting.

6. guilty pleasure. asmr videos? lmao don’t @ me.

7. what you sleep in. boxers. sometimes i’ll throw on a t-shirt if i’m feelin’ spicy.

8. serious relationships or flings? i mean, i’d prefer a serious relationship, but i also don’t really dip my toes into the dating scene. you know the phrase “once bitten, twice shy”? try “constantly bitten, eternally anxious”.

9. if you could go back in time and change one thing about your life, what would it be? i’d really like to let my younger self know that it’s okay to be who you’re supposed to be, and not to worry about anyone’s perceptions or expectations of you. i feel like i would’ve saved myself nearly two decades of emotional turmoil if i’d had literally anyone in my corner to tell me that i was okay and that i would find people who’d like me.

10. are you an affectionate person? not in the slightest. makes me super uncomfortable, actually. i guess i show affection in more demonstrative ways ( i.e., gifts, thoughtful gestures, etc. ) rather than verbal or physical ways.

11. a movie you could watch over and over again. the mummy, beetlejuice, scream, the devil’s rejects... just to name a few.

12. favorite book. stephen king’s the shining.

13. if you could keep any animal as a pet, what would it be? a fennec fox.

14. top five fictional ships. oh god, uh... if we’re going with regular, fandom-accepted ships? lmao. daphne blake / fred jones. daniel cain / herbert west. lorelai gilmore / luke danes. jessica riley / mike munroe. winifred burkle / wesley wyndam-pryce.

15. pie or cake? neither. i don’t like desserts.

16. favorite scent. not sure. grapefruit, mint, dragon’s blood. a good cologne also makes me weak.

17. celebrity crush. lee pace, bobby campo, david harbour... the list goes on. i’m just... really, really gay.

18. if you could travel anywhere, where would you go? i’ve wanted to go to japan since i was very young. ireland, germany and sweden are on my list, too.

19. introvert or extrovert? introvert.

20. do you scare easily? not really. i don’t do well with suspense, but i love oppressive and frightening atmospheres in games.

21. iphone or android? iphone. i used androids for years, and had nothing but problems with them. i’m happy i made the switch.

22. do you play any video games? when i’m not at work, that’s basically all i ever do with my time.

23. dream job. acting, actually, whether it’s in films / tv or doing voiceovers for cartoons and games.

24. what would you do with a million dollars? put some in savings, travel for a while, then buy a house and lavish my friends with nice things.

25. fictional character you hate? lmao god, so many... but i really cannot fucking stand chloe price. sorry not sorry.

26. fandom that you were once part of but aren’t anymore. a lot, but resident evil comes to mind. honest to god the most toxic fandom i’ve ever had the displeasure of witnessing firsthand. guess biohazard’s a befitting name.

tagged by. @bloodfcst xoxo mwah

tagging. @lcehearted , @reapinghook and anyone else who hasn’t done it.

#❛ the mun.#long post /

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pastelbatfandoms · 5 years

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Goth Challenge

Day 1 – How did you come across the subculture?

My Girlfriend of 9 Months in HS was into it (still is) which made me interested in it too. I was always into a bit of the Spookier stuff like Beetlejuice,Vampires and The Addams Family (I dressed up as Morticia when I was 11) but I didn’t really get into to it until I met her and started Shopping at Hot Topic and listening to Marilyn Manson. Day 2 – Share photos and experiences from your Baby Bat days.

I was very much Bubblegum Goth or “Mall” Goth in HS. Alot of Pink mixed with Black and Tripp outfits. Also Winged Eyeliner.

I don’t have any of me in HS Specifically but I do have some from when I was 18-19.

Day 3 – When did you come out the Goth closet? (If you didn’t then simply discuss the topic) When I met My GF. I wasn’t really in the closet though lol

Day 4 – Name a stereotype or cliche you can relate to. Well I did think that being Goth meant you had to be Moody but thankfully I’m not like that anymore. I do have Depression but that has nothing to do with being Goth! I like shopping at Hot Topic (though it’s more of an Alternative Trends Fandom store now more then anything) My favorite Holiday is Halloween and I do like Horror Movies.

Day 5 – Is there a local Goth band or group in your area? Not that I know of

Day 6 – Hand write your favourite lyric and take a picture. I don’t think I have one, at least nothing comes to mind, so :P

Day 7 – Ten of your favourite goth bands.

The Cure, Sioux and The Banshees,Christian Death,Stabbing Westward,69 Eyes,Crux Shadows,SwitchBlade Symphony,Malice Mizer. The last two would be Goth Metal Bands-Lacuna Coil and Nightwish.

Day 8 – What’s your worst and best experience with non-Goths. idk I never payed attention. I did get kids in school that were scared of me because of the way I dressed or acted and that fact that I was Wiccan.

Day 9 – What genre of music do you dislike? Opera,Most Country,Newer Rap (except Nicki and Iggy),Death Metal.

Day 10 – What do you hate and love about the subculture? Well some can be snobs as far as Hot Topic and Music goes. But I feel like all Cultures or Sub Cultures are like that. But I have met some really nice people through The Goth Community and I just like The Fashion and The Music.

Day 11 – Is Goth a lifestyle for you? No

Day 12 – What’s your gothic inspiration? In High School it was Vampires,after High School it was Bands and those around me. Now It would probably be YouTubers and Halloween lol

Day 13 – What was your first band t-shirt? They’re Industrial not Goth but it was this KMFDM shirt My Ex Fiance bought me when we were together. Which I still have.

Day 14 – What was your best and worst DIY disaster. I’ve never DIY’d Clothes.

Day 15 – Your favourite or most expensive item in your wardrobe. My Victorian Skirt I got off a UK Site.

Day 16 – What’s the most casual you’ve ever dressed? I do Causel Goth all the time lol

In my Younger Days

To Now.

Day 17 – Your favourite Goth brand. Not saying you need to be on Brand to be Goth but I do like Black Heart,KillStar,Demonia and Black Craft Cult. When I was younger it was Tripp and Iron Fist.

Day 18 – Worst hair experience. As a Goth? I don’t think I had one tbh. the Fushia Dye Job above I didn’t like because it didn’t last. Otherwise I’ve dyed My hair Black and had Fushia Bangs that I really liked. I usually just wore My hair Straight and Down when I was Goth. I never did the Trad Goth style.

Maybe this one but it was inspired By a Visaul Kei band. But I thought it was really cute att (2009) though Gackt Braided one side and I was too lazy to do that.

Day 19 – Share beauty advise and take a photo of your make up. LOL I’m not one to give Beauty advice,do it how ever you want! I do not like wearing insane amounts of Blush or Contouring though. I’ve also never worn false eyelashes.

My Go to Goth Makeup has always been Eyeliner,Maybe Shadow and Lipstick. though I switched out My Black Lipstick for Red now.

2007

Now

Though I do still wear Black if I’m doing Pastel Goth.

Day 20 – If you could dye your hair any colour what would it be? Lavender or a Split Dye.

Day 21 – What body mod do you have or have you considered? I’ve considered My eyebrow but I don’t know if I’ll do it. I only have My ears pierced twice.

Day 22 – If you could attend any Goth event what would it be? idk

Day 23 – Your favorite artist or photographer. I can’t remember the names but here is some Artwork I really like.