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rocketnottheraccon · 10 months

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Forever With the Juggalos

Another random-ass Shinbaku oneshot in which class 1-A discovers Katsuki and Hitoshi's... questionable taste in music

Art by: @istehlurvz

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It was a Tuesday such as any other.

Most of class 1-A was enjoying their afternoon, studying in the common room together and, consequently, getting of topic.

This lead a certain blond haired teen to pack up his things.

“Uh… Bakugou?” Kirishima had asked, raising a confused brow at Katsuki, who hadn’t bothered announcing his exit.

Katsuki looked up with a ‘The-Fuck-Do-You-Want’ expression.

This caught the attention of Mina. “Awh, your leaving?” She asked from the floor, a pout playing on her lips.

“There’s no fucking reason to stay,” Katsuki explained with disdain. The rest of the class remained absorbed in conversation, the subject of class work long forgotten. “What? You thought I was here to fucking bond with you guys or something?”

Kirishima chuckled lightly, disappointment written into the redhead’s tone. “Well, yeah. Kinda.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. “You thought wrong. Bye.” And with that, the teen was retreating to the elevator.

Mina and Kirishima made eye contact for a short moment, before shrugging it off and joining back into the conversation.

There were many people in this world in which Katsuki found annoying, idiotic, or just plain weird. The majority of- if not, all- those people could be found in his class…

But there was one, and only one, that Katsuki could put up with, and would willingly choose to do so.

The explosive teen knocked on the door right of his own.

“Fuck do you want?” Came the muffled, indignant response.

Katsuki scoffed in amusement, leaning his weight on his left leg. “Your speaker,” he answered.

A couple beats later, the bed creaked and a shadow appeared beneath the door.

“What’s the password?” Hitoshi asked, and despite the fact the sleep deprived teen couldn’t see him, Katsuki sent a glare straight through the door.

“No,” was his stubborn, immediate response.

Katsuki could hear his snicker behind the door, before it unlocked and revealed Hitoshi, hair down as it appeared he’d just showered, adorning a plain white shirt and red and black plaid pajama pants. He had a smirk on his lips, and headphones around his neck. “They finally got on your nerves?”

“Fuck you mean ‘finally’?” Katsuki scoffed. “They stay on my nerves.” Looking over the purple-haired teens shoulder to his room, he made one, single observation.

It was a mess.

“No.” Katsuki shook his head. “I’m not studying in this pigsty.”

“Then go back to your room,” Hitoshi replied with a huff.

“Okay. Go get the speaker and let’s go.”

Hitoshi rolled his eyes at this, crossing his arms. “I don’t want to watch you fucking study.”

“You don’t have a choice. Speaker. Now.” Katsuki was many things, and persistent and stubborn in order to piss people off was definitely one of them.

Hitoshi sighed, grabbing the pill-like device off the desk by his door.

“I fucking hate you,” he said, lightly shoving Katsuki as he passed. It was clear he was only playing, so Katsuki reciprocated, ruffling his hair and pushing his head away roughly.

“Sure you do, dickhead,” he drawled , disbelieving as he closed Hitoshi's door and Hitoshi opened his own.

“I’m being for real, bro. Your a royal pain in my ass,” Hitoshi justified, collapsing onto Katsuki’s bed, horizontal, with a deep inhale. “Your lucky your bed’s so goddamn comfy.”

“Damn right it is,” Katsuki replied with a smirk, settling into his desk chair.

Katsuki then went on to unpack his notes from his bag, and Hitoshi connected his phone to his speaker.

“What’re we listening to, Kuckles?” Hitoshi asked, scrolling through Spotify.

“Can you stop fucking calling me that?” Katsuki requested, glaring at the boy from atop his reading glasses (Hitoshi, Eijirou, and Izuku were the only ones in the entire school who knew he wore them.)

“Nah, I’m good,” Hitoshi replied, nonchalant. It finally seemed he’d chosen a playlist, if the little ‘ooooh’ he let out beneath his breath was any indication.

“What’re we listening to DJ Eyebags?” Katsuki asked, not looking away from his studies.

“Murder music.”

The first song to come on was My Axe by Insane Clown Posse, and Katsuki couldn’t deny this was one of the many reasons he asked out the sleep deprived teen in the first place.

“God, I love you,” Katsuki whispered, unheard over the sounds of… well, murder music.

Hitoshi proceeded to hum along to the words, kicking his legs over the edge of the bed as if he was a pre-teen listening to One Direction.

“It’s so nice dating someone who appreciates good music,” Hitoshi mused, holding his phone above his face as he scrolled through social media.

“Obviously. I’m literally awesome,” Katsuki replied, grinning with pride.

“So, what you studying?”

“English,” Katsuki sighed. “You’re so lucky, you bilingual fucker.”

“America ain’t no better than here,” Hitoshi said with indifference.

“Still. We’re probably learning what they teach the fucking five year olds.” Katsuki groaned, resting his head on his fist. “Like, why the hell are there three different spellings for ‘where’?”

“Technically there’s four, and one of them’s pronounced ‘were’ and the others 'we're', so,” Hitoshi shrugged, pulling himself up and sauntering over to look at Katsuki’s work thus far.

“Your handwritings shit, bro,” was all he said.

The next song began; Insane in the Brain by Cypress Hill.

“Oi, get of my dick. Your Kanji ain’t a sight for sore eyes either,” Katsuki retorted.

Hitoshi scoffed. “Kanji’s fuckin’ weird, man. Not my fault you guys draw instead of write.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes. “Looks better than whatever the hell this is.”

They stayed quite a while after that, simply enjoying eachother’s company and listening to the music.

“That’s not how you spell that,” Hitoshi pointed it out, and Katsuki only grumbled in self-irritation as he erased it.

“That says ‘cat’ not ‘can’,” Hitoshi once again corrected, and Katsuki grumbled some more, fixing his mistake.

“This is a pain,” Katsuki announced after the fifth mistake. He slammed down his pencil and closed the book. “Shit’s not due till Friday, anyway.”

Hitoshi snorted, patting his head in mock-reconciliation. “Finally.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes. “Jackass.”

“Hypocrite,” Hitoshi fired back, landing a short peck on his forehead.

Katsuki scoffed, getting up and sitting behind Hitoshi's head.

The two sat in relative silence after that. Hitoshi had moved to have his head in Katsuki’s lap so the blond could play with his hair, and would show him a funny post from time to time. They went through several songs, many different artist; Panic! At the Disco, Arctic Monkeys, more Insane Clown Posse.

To be real, it sounded like the soundtrack to a Suicide Squad movie.

And they were not the only ones who took notice to that fact.

Eijirou was only now retreating from the common room, it being 11:30 on a school night, chatting with Mina and Uraraka as they scaled the stairs.

“Hey, uh, do you hear that?” Uraraka asked, tilting her head in slight confusion.

“Uh…” Eijirou held that note, tuning in to whatever sound there might be to hear.

Only the satisfaction of slaughter will return it to the darkness, from which it came.

“What the hell?” Mina asked, concern seeping through her indignant tone.

Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu

“Is that…” Eijirou paused, processing the- what he thought were- lyrics as they further approached their floor. “A- song?”

“A song about killing little children?” Uraraka questioned, brows etched together.

“I mean…” Mina drawled, making her way to the door where it seemed the sound came from. “Look who it’s coming from.”

Both the other teens make there way to the door, pressing their ear up against it to hear a very… disturbing conversation, at best.

“You’re fucking wrong, bro. What kid thinks to look under their bed before they go to bed?”

“One with a brain.”

“Do you have one? If I hid under my sisters bed with a fucking axe or something, she wouldn’t notice until her legs're chopped off. Little kids are not that observant.”

“They already think there’s something under their damn bed, Hitoshi. If there’s actually something there, there gonna know. They’re already in edge as it is!”

“No, they won’t.”

“Yes, they will.”

“No, they won’t.”

“Yes, they will.”

“No-!”

It was then when Eijirou decided to knock on the door.

“Fuck do you want!” Came the simultaneous, unnecessarily aggressive response. Eijirou cringed away from the door, sighing in defeat.

“Sorry bro,” he said. “Music’s just a little loud!”

And so, of course, the music only got louder.

Uraraka facepalmed, Mina rolled her eyes, and Eijirou grimaced.

How about this one? Duhduh duh, duhduh duh, duhduh duh duh duh?

At this, both Eijirou and Mina wailed out in displeasure.

As the Slipknot song continued, Eijirou was beginning to give up on sleeping that night.

The elevator door dings, and out stormed Iida, in his blue night gown and matching hat.

“WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON HERE?!” He screamed, stomping over to the trio. “DO YOU KNOW HOW LATE IT IS?! PEOPLE-“

“We tried, Iida!” Uraraka complained, stomping her foot and tossing back her head.

“They’re just being assholes,” Mina groaned.

“And he’s in there with Shinsou, too, so who knows when they’ll go to bed!” Eijirou added, slumping his shoulders. “At least Shouji seems to be sleeping fine.”

(Shouji was wearing soundproof headphones and listening to ocean ambiance)

“Still! This is not the type of music a future hero should be feeding their brain!” Iida then preceded to knock harshly on the door. “BAKUGOU-KUN! SHINSOU-KUN!” He yelled over the music.

“FUCK OFF!” They both screamed back.

Iida’s face contorted to a scowl, and he knocked again, louder this time. “I NEED YOU TO TURN DOWN THE MUSIC! HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO PUT OUR BEST FOOT FORWARD IF YOU TWO ARE DISRUPTING OUR SLEEP?!?”

“YOU’LL LIVE,” was clearly Hitoshi’s response. Iida grumbled.

“IF THIS DOES NOT CEASE AT ONCE, I WILL HAVE TO CALL AIZAWA-SENSEI!”

There was a joint groan inside the room, and the music came to a pause. There were footsteps approaching the door, and for some reason, Eijirou felt the need to activate his quirk.

The door cracked open, just wide enough for both their head to pop out, Katsuki’s on the bottom, Hitoshi’s on the top.

They took one look at Iida’s attire and burst out laughing. All three standbyers facepalmed.

“I’m going to bed,” Uraraka announced, retreating to her bedroom door.

“Bakugou-Kun! Shinso-Kun!” Iida exclaimed at a normal-loud volume.

“No,” Bakugou said, once he settled down. “No fucking way am I listening to you when you’re dressed like that.”

“Yeah bro, what 15th century museum did you find those in?” Hitoshi replied with a few lingering chuckles.

“My night wear has nothing to do with the fact that you’re both a disturbance to the dorms!” Iida reprimanded, chopping his arm. “Cease this at once and perhaps I won’t called Aizawa-sensei.”

Katsuki rolls his eyes. “Yeah, whatever Specs.” And like that, they both returned to the room.

Eijirou and Mina sighed in relief, thanking Iida profusely as they headed to their doors.

“No problem,” Iida spoke, a proud grin on his face. “It is my duty as Class representative to make sure we are all in tip-top shape!” He turned back to the elevator. “Goodnight Kirishima-Kun, Ashido-San!”

“Night, Iida,” Mina said, tiredness written across her tone.

“Thanks again bro, I owe you one,” Eijirou said, pumping his fist lazily as he stepped into his dorm.

15 minutes later…

With no consequence I will do it again

So hard up, and hunt me down, down, down

Jump the gun, bust a cap, hit the ground!

There was collective groan that spread between Mina, Uraraka, and Eijirou as the music started back up, just as loud as before.

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Thanks for reading <33 Songs I used are; My Axe by Insane Clown Posse, Insane in the Brain by Cypress Hill, Boogie Woogie Wu by Inasne Clown Posse, Custer by Slipknot, and What Do They Know by Mindless Self Indulgence. As someone who's gotten called out on their questionable taste in music, this was really fun to write! Bye, til next time!!

#my hero academia #Shinbaku #Murder Music #Assholes in Love #My imacculate taste in music #Kirishima is so done with bakugous crap

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firespirited · 7 months

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Treat time! Harley head with unknown chips $19 aliexpress.com/item/1005005359370732.html She's green so I've been obsessed since day 1.

She's €55 online and her best sales price is 44 which is way too much considering none of her stock or accessories are pieces i'd use. I've been checking second hand sites and the best you get for rainbow high is 15€ for damaged Amaya (and quite a few Krystals for some reason, which is strange to me since it was so hard to get hold of her - I guess she shipped to stores better than to amazon)

She had some smudges, a pink nose and a rooting knot behind her ear. As much as the eye makeup is cool, it wasn't clicking, feeling too clown/juggalo/ganguro and that's just a personal dislike of making the eyes feel angled then they're not when you look again. With the inner makeup gone, she looked worried so I reshaped her downwards upper eyeliner with an extra lash and will probably add a teensy bit to the side of her lips to add a hint of a smile, maybe put the dark black back.

I had intended for a more punky look and I'd got a twilight teens dark grey body and a mengfan pale body ready, I tried multiple jean and t-shirt looks, punky-scene looks and what actually came together was that she's a haunted/ghostly damsel in a big gown, possibly a bog or forest spirit or witch. It might not be this body (it needs serious bleaching) or this lovely dress I bought at 13 but that's the vibe: she could be the tragic romantic or she could be the monster and she definitely could be both. Spooky but sweet. My dolls don't usually have lore but this one seems to be saying she's more bride of Frankenstein than human rock star. Could be the season!

#dolls #saf #rainbow high

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errulz · 1 year

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FIRST POST ON MY TUMBLR ACCOUNT. I USED IBISPAINT (COMPUTER VERSION) TO DRAW THIS

#ATHF #aqua teen hunger force #master shake #juggalo shake #I LOVE THIS EPISODE

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daenystheedreamer · 10 months

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(Tyrionyork) in your kuwtb / modern au who do you think listens to what music? Doesn't have to be artists (cause thats a lot of artists) just general genres etc

YAY love thinking of this stuff. ok i have a post from 2021 w some of my opinions i still broadly agree with:

quick disclaimer. my main opinion forever is these motherfuckers would NOT listen to mother mother or tally hall or cavetown or jack stauber or AJR. sansa MIGHT. but not a single other character would. im sorry to break the news to you. there is a HUGE difference between 'song that reminds you of character' and 'song character would listen to' and im sorry but robb stark is NOT listening to the oh hellos no matter how much you think soldier poet king fits him. doing the starks + theon send asks if u want a specific character :^)

ROBB he likes kanye west do not even fucking try and claim otherwise. he likes UK drill and all kinds of rap and 90s r&b. he listens to the top 40 when working out. the gayest thing he listens to is beyonce. i also think he likes country music (sorry.)

THEON oh everything. lots of electronic and if he's in charge of the aux cord he puts on whatever it most annoying and bad for the vibe. i do think he's a little bit lana del rey especially post-ramsay. definitely a barb just to be annoying. would never be honest about his music taste. is a dj :)

JON teen jon listens to paramore mcr etc but older jon likes tame impala and king gizzard. def an arctic monkeys/snow patrol/strokes/kooks kinda guy. im on the fence about mitski on the more dubious side. beach boys pet sounds. WEEZER AND NIRVANA.... lots of grunge. he and robb listen to wu tang and NWA together. can play guitar and did wonderwall oasis for ygritte to impress her and she was like ach canae ye listen tae good music even?

SANSA swiftie all the way. i may not like the blonde devil's music but it is undeniable that sansa is a swiftie. i think she likes pop and folk. lots of female artists :) goes to pop concerts with margaery and gets vip backstage passes cos margaery is kind of a starfucker name dropper and uses it to impress sansa on dates. can play piano and maybe also flute or violin...

ARYA everything that gives you tinnitus. heavy metal industrial noise. bonds with jon over grunge. punk and grindcore. every kind of metal you can think of. and yes she is a juggalo. she likes insane clown posse (argue with the wall) her and gendry + lommy + hot pie are in a terrible band together. plays drums FOR SURE

BRAN beatles :) psychedelic rock.... i still see him as pretentious about music 😭 listens to pink floyd The Wall high with the reeds. makes music in garageband its actually pretty good.

RICKON he is also a juggalo

#not dragging people with mother mother on their robb playlists or whatever. my theon playlist is SOOOO embarrassing #modern au #this is mostly a repost of my old post im sorry!! i just havent changed my opinion i guess LMAO it seems i do not grow as a person #asoiaf #i didnt go very far into any of the characters just a quick coupel sentences based on vibes cos otherwise this post would be miles long

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fakeboitherottengirl · 2 years

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I love Trevor because GTA has always been such a manly chauvinistic game and then they write in a bisexual cross dresser with a barely legal juggalo boyfriend and make him the character that teen boys will be the most likely to inappropriately idolize due to his violence and chaotic nature and then u finally beat the game and u unlock dresses that and being able to put everybody in their underpants that’s so gay it’s like somehow 2 middle school fujos in a trench coat snuck onto the writing staff and they just went with all their suggestions down to two different tragic endings. They were literally like “we need to expand our audience, what is popular among young girls? We can have a dress up section, a yoga mini game, tennis? What else do teen girls like?” “Sir, the numbers are saying tragic homosexuality”

#trevor philips #trikey

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yifftwiceplz · 6 months

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sup im dave and i beat that dipshit game so don't ask me anything about it, my pronouns are he/him or whatever's funny

due to circumstances such as not legally existing in my current OR home universe as well as constant time travel and universe jumps i don't know precisely how old i am at any given point so you could be talking to me as a teen while also talking to me as an old man in a different tab, welcome to interdimensional twitter where the metrics are inflated and time don't matter

i like pretty much anything that is cool or catches my attention for longer than 3 seconds but in particular i like dead shit in jars, photography, movies that are so bad they're good, and recently housecleaning and organizing tips which i admit is lame except having a clean kitchen is not lame

clowns/juggalos DNFI

view more here

letter from the editor:

dave strider rp blog; takes place over a period of several years. mostly SFW but not always. anything after act 7 isn't real to me he's just living a regular life now. please don't assume same universe without asking he owns the interdimensional rights to interdimensional twitter so he trolls people across the omniverse

"but this is tumblr" it IS but he is using twitter and sometimes his posts get filtered through to different sites in different universes in doomed twitter timelines (like this one)

ooc info | rules page | relationships (wip) | tag nav

#editor's note #pinned

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marisoft-paint-adventures · 1 year

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Pgs. 385 - 445

TG: skepticism is the crutch of cinematic troglodytes TG: like hey mom dad theres a dinosaur or a ghost or whatever in my room. "yeah right junior go back to bed" TG: fuck you mom and dad how many times are we going to watch this trope unfold it wasnt goddamn funny the first time i saw it TG: just once id like to see dad crap his pants when a kid says theres a vampire in his closet TG: "OH SHIT EVERYONE IN THE MINIVAN" TG: be fuckin dad of the year right there

so fucking true Dave, keep spitting.

EB: that's fine, you are entitled to your opinion, i am just saying that being a white guy who is a rapper with a ventriloquist doll is not cool by any stretch of the imagination or by any definition of word cool, ironic or otherwise. that's all i'm saying.

ULTIMATE WHITE BOY BRO STRIDER.

oh hey it’s the page I used to showcase Hussie’s affinity for slurs.

still bad.

me when I fucking sTAB MY MOTHER.

I’m having rough flashbacks to HS^2 and I don’t like it.

also I just gotta say that Mom is the coolest looking person in this entire comic I mean just look at this fucking POSE.

it just screams “hello daughter you are going to get fuckin served.”

yes. the pony. beloved Maplehoof.

I’ve always seen this idea that the process of creating Earth, and by extension Universe B, involved taking the attributes and interests of the 12 trolls and morphing them into brand new instances and ideas, like how Gamzee’s Juggalo religion manifested as ICP on Earth.

I like to think that the entirety of the For Assholes book series exists through a recycling of Karkat’s personality.

also that fucking Asshole Note is comedy gold.

aw yeah time to fucking beat the shit out of an imp let’s

shit.

W magnet.

alright for real this time let’s kick the shit out of this imp.

goddammit.

also another White John can be found in this flash, collect all 7 to turn Super White.

also the Egbert Centipede I guess.

Tip: I am so fucking mad.

OK 1 MORE TIME.

he did it. he destroyed the fucker. John man.

YES.

DO THE THING.

YEEEAAAAAAH.

yeah.

fuck you cat I am about to revive.

IT’S HER, CLOWN GRANDMA.

HI NANNA.

TG: i mean dont get me wrong i think its cool and all TG: the semi-ironic puppet thing or whatever TG: or semi-semi ironic TG: man i dont even know TG: im just starting to think some of this shit is going a little far and its kind of fucked up TT: I've seen his websites. TT: I like them.

what did she mean by this.

what did she mean by this?

what did she mean by this?!

TG: oh man i wish lil cal wouldnt look at me like that TG: with those dead eyes jesus TG: sometimes i dream that hes real and hes talking to me and i wake up in a cold sweat and basically flip the fuck out

not saying it.

Page 422, titled “[S] GO ON. ==>” completely underrated flash, just listen to this fuckin song.

youtube

it captures the feeling of a big expository RPG cutscene so damn well I love it, it’s like I’m a kid again.

this is also just one of my favorite Sburb mechanics, I love the concept of basically deciding the abilities and aesthetics of the NPCs via prototyping, it’s such a cool little thing and opens up a lot of possibility for any fan-sessions.

JOHN: ok, i think i get it now! JOHN: so i guess the battle against good and evil is sort of irrelevant? well, i don't know, that all sounds kind of weird, but in any case, we build the house to get to these gates, and then i can save my dad! NANNASPRITE: Yes, John! JOHN: and then after that, we solve this ultimate riddle thing and save earth from destruction!!! NANNASPRITE: Oh no, I'm afraid not!

NANNASPRITE: Your planet is done for, dear! There is nothing you can do about that! JOHN: oh...

I fucking love this sequence because John activates the Cheery Protagonist Mode ready to assemble a team of teens with attitude in order to save the world from Dark Chess and whatever only to hear that the entire world will end and his response is just “aw..... :(”

I went on this entire shpeel about the potential of writing an isolationist John based off of willy nilly prose narration at the beginning but MAN do the early versions of the kids not give a SHIT about what’s going on.

“John Egbert, the Earth is doomed, it is going to explode, all life will die, you and your friends will be the last living things remaining.”

“:(”

AND THEN HE JUST MOVES ON.

this is a very weird moment that sticks out when looking at the comic as a whole because the weight of literally all life dying at once is nonexistent, but at the same time, this is fucking hilarious.

it makes think about a lot of rewrites I’ve seen where they try, emphasis on try, to give the fact that world ends more emotional relevance, and they basically kinda force this by introducing random background characters who are obviously going to die immediately.

like “oh hi my name is Huma Nfriend I’ve been besties with John Egbert since childhood we’re very close and cool and we’re gonna play a game called Sburb!!!” and then they just

I understand y’all want to make the characters actually feel something in regards to the entire home blowing the fuck up but there’s gotta be better ways than inventing some characters just to fridge.