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bitterkarella · 3 months ago

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Robert E Howard: howdy pardnas, it's me Robert "2 Gun Bob" Howard Lovecraft: 2 gun bob! King: 2 Gun Bob! Koontz: it's 2 Gun bob! Poe: 2 gun bob! Barker: how many guns was that? i forgot Poe: it's 2 guns, clive Poe: you know it's 2 guns Poe: don't be an instigator

Howard: Gather round, hombres! i got a rootin' tootin' tale of two-fisted thrills! Howard: it'll really put the yippee in your yippee ki yay! Howard: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call this Howard: the tale of what if there was a vampire Howard: IN TEXAS!

King: omg are you saying that this vampire Howard: that's right, pardna Howard: this vampire is about to MESS WITH TEXAS!

Howard: lookee here, some ornery varmint didn't like my Texas vampire story! Howard: so i'm calling you out, GP Olson Howard: of Sheldon, Iowa! Howard: y'all ever cross my path and there'll be a new grave up on boot hill!

Lovecraft: [sweats] GP Olson of Sheldon, Iowa?! Howard: that's the varmint Lovecraft: not GP Olson of Sheldon, Iowa! Lovecraft: the very name gives me the vapors! Lovecraft: oh god oh god i think i'm going to faint King: why? what's with this guy? Lovecraft: he's SO annoying

King: who's this you're talking about? Lovecraft: he's just this really annoying fanboy who won't leave me alone Lovecraft: but what would you expect from a degenerate swede? Lovecraft: they're barely even white!

August Derleth: oh boy GP Olson of Sheldon, Iowa? isn't he the worst, howard? Derleth: he's so annoying the way he never leaves you alone! Derleth: and keeps trying to insinuate that you're pals Lovecraft: Derleth: not like us, we're pals, right, howard? Lovecraft: [sweats]

Lovecraft: ugh now this GP Olson's written me ANOTHER letter about how vampires work! Lovecraft: he's always sending me letters trying to explain how vampires work! Lovecraft: i'm not some rube who just fell off the turnip truck! Lovecraft: i know how vampires work!

Barker: how do vampires work howard Lovecraft: i-i Lovecraft: i don't have time for this! Lovecraft: google is free! Bram Stoker: i can explain how vampires work Lovecraft: don't you start now too!

Lovecraft: listen to this nonsense! Lovecraft: "and another thing, stop bad-mouthing vampires in your stories! Vampires are SAINTS." Lovecraft: he's accusing me of being prejudiced against vampires?!? Lovecraft: Lovecraft: it's true that they run the banks, tho

Lovecraft: i am not prejudiced against vampires! Lovecraft: i dated one! Lovecraft: right Sonia? Sonia Greene: this is why we broke up

Howard: stand back pardna, i'll put a stop to this! Howard: [shooting letter with his 6 shooter] Barker: yeah this is about as effective as when mary stabs a Polidori letter Mary Shelley: that's very fuckin effective, actually Barker: how so? Shelley: makes me feel good

Poe: let me see that letter, howard Poe: [reading letter] "every day actually contains 4 simultaneously occurring days" Poe: wait a second i recognize this handwriting Poe: clive, did you write this? Barker: haha did you see how mad howard got

Poe: that's really not cool, clive Poe: as a writer, you should be more sympathetic Poe: have you never gotten really annoying fan letters? Barker: it's still funny Mary Shelley: it's real fuckin funny

#midnight pals #the midnight society #midnight society #stephen king #clive barker #edgar allan poe #dean koontz #hp lovecraft #mary shelley #robert e howard #sonia greene #bram stoker #august derleth

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dietcokegirly12 · 4 days ago

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Hello! I saw your requests are open, so I would like to make a quick request :))

Could you do NSFW for Bram Stoker with a fem reader if u haven't already. His pretty underrated and I don't see content for him too often. 🥲

“𝔅𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔐𝔢”

featuring bram stoker ⎛⎝(˶` ˑˑ ´˶)⎠⎞

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art credits: @ikiotemeru and @elfkrii

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synopsis: after a thousand or more years of being asleep in his coffin, and then a couple more being impaled on the holy sword, safe to say, bram stoker was pent-up. a countless amount of decades without sex, or the touch of another being could do that to a vampire, after all. which is why, when you showed up, things began to spiral out of his control quickly...

a/n: hihi!! i agree, bram is so underrated and so hot, so of course i had to make a fic about him (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵) this takes place in the last couple eps of bsd season 5 btw, when they're in the airport, and he's impaled on the holy sword for ref!!

word count: 2.3k

tags: unprotected sex, creampie, LOTS of cum, blood kink, slight fingering, brief mention of masturbation, biting, size difference, etc etc

∘₊───☠︎︎༒︎✞︎───₊∘ ☠︎︎༒︎✞︎───₊∘ ☠︎︎༒︎✞︎───₊∘

you screamed. you couldn't help it.

there, in front of you, a very pale head, with flowing tresses of grayish white hair lay impaled on a sword. dead.

or so you thought, until a few moments later when his red irises slit open in irritation, a grumpy look crossing his face at being awoken from his slumber.

"i beg your pardon, small mortal girl, but if you couldn't tell, i'm resting here."

you stare, jaw slack and eyes bulging as you take in the man visibly unconcerned by his current state. in fact, he almost looked annoyed by your intrusion, like you were interrupting him rather than stumbling in on a corpse.

"resting? but y-you're..."

he sighs, exasperated. "yes. i am a being of eternity, and for this i must suffer, impaled on this very holy sword until the world rots away. now, let me slumber in peace."

you watch, with crude fascination as he closes his eyes again, preparing to drift off once more.

"why are you stuck on that sword may i ask?" you speak, breaking the silence that had just begun to settle over the room once more, causing his eyes to reopen in frustration.

"a man called fukuchi wields this sword, and he used it to conquer me. it's impossible to pull it out, and only he controls it. i'm burdened with this forever."

you stare at him, intrigued. "impossible? but what if i..." and with that, you reach for the sword hilt, tugging firmly to test it.

"ahh! fuck! you.. ah.. stop that!" his head drops back, hair fanning out behind him to reveal his slender neck and adam's apple bobbing rapidly, as he practically whines in pain.

you instantly drop the sword, cheeks flushing pink as you try to ignore the throbbing in your core from the sounds he just made. "sorry! i'm so sorry! i didn't mean to hurt you!"

he groans softly, head slumping forward in defeat. "it's not your fault. it's my curse, for my very existence is a burden to humankind. i must shoulder it now, for there is nothing else that can be done."

your eyebrows furrow at this, a small frown forming on your face. you couldn't imagine enduring like this for years on end, and you couldn't just walk away and leave him here now.

making up your mind, you straighten up with a huff. "what's your name?"

he eyes you warily. "bram. bram stoker."

you smile, looking at him confidently. "well, bram, you're in luck because i'm going to get you out of this!"

‧˚₊꒷꒦། ꒰ ‧₊˚ 𓉸⁺‧₊˚⊹ ꒱ ‧˚₊꒷꒦།⊹꒰ ‧₊˚ 𓉸⁺‧₊˚⊹ ꒱ ‧˚₊꒷꒦།⊹꒰ ‧₊˚ 𓉸⁺‧

two hours later, you had absolutely no luck of the sword showing any sign of release.

you had tried everything, from using a magnetic force, jostling the sword around to loosen it, using a wedge as leverage, and heating it up to create thermal shock, but nothing had worked.

meanwhile, bram was in immense pain, his groans growing increasingly more and more hoarse, eyes half-lidded and breathing ragged and heavy.

and though you were ashamed to admit it, it was turning you on more and more to hear his whines of pain, wetness having drenched your panties long ago.

but you couldn't focus on your pervasions now. not when bram needed your help.

"w-why don't y-you.. ah m'sensitive... use a m-mechanical pulley system?"

you pause, eyes shifting from frustration to sudden inspiration. "that's it!"

but now standing at the ledge of a ten story building, with a rope tied securely at the grip of the sword and the other end knotted tightly around the leg of the heaviest table you could find, the idea didn't seem as promising.

"are you sure? if this doesn't work..."

he sighs, eyes as empty and detached as always. "it's worth a try. it can't be worse than what i've endured on this sword."

with one last look at him to affirm that this is what he wanted, you slowly begin to push the table closer to the edge, the strain of it making you huff with effort.

"okay. here goes."

and in a final heave, the table falls, rope quickly untangling behind it.

and at about halfway, it stops.

the table groans from the strain, stuck in midair, the sight almost comical before beginning to give in, sword sliding slowly out.

bram begins to moan, thrashing around, loudly and more emphasized than before.

the sword continues to slowly slide outward, the table falling slightly more.

you're holding your breath at this point, hoping against hope that it works.

but after giving in a few more inches, sword almost halfway out, it stops for good, leaving bram panting, pale skin shining with a thin sheen of sweat.

you wait a few more moments, anticipating it to continue slowly slipping out, but it doesn't.

bram sighs deeply, wincing. "it's okay, human. i should've known this wouldn't.."

but before he can finish, he's cut off by the loud creaking of the table dangling below, before it suddenly drops away, hitting the ground with a loud crash!, wood splintering in every which way.

in turn, the sword is immediately yanked roughly out of bram, falling with the table in a loud clatter. and bram's final low, guttural wail of pain is the last sound you hear before you're blinded by a white light emitting from him, white particles dancing around.

you shield your eyes, squinting, and when the light slowly fades away, it reveals bram, full-bodied and standing tall in front of you. his newly restored body seems to practically glow, as he looms before you, sharp fangs glinting with a smile.

"bram!" all you can do is gawk at him, taking in his new body, vastly different from the head on a sword he was mere moments ago. "how did you...?"

"vampires have regenerative abilities." he says, smirking down upon you. "we can reinstate any and every body part that we have lost. that includes the body and.."

as he goes on, you can't help but feel that he's drawing closer and closer toward you as he talks, his hair just barely brushing your shoulders.

"any other part we've lost. and now that i'm finally free of that sword..."

and suddenly, his body is pressed up against yours, beginning to twine around you like a purring cat.

"how can I ever repay you?"

you gasp softly, bram pushing you back into the wall behind you, pinning you, red eyes aglow.

"maybe with this..?" and then his mouth is on yours, kissing you with a kind of urgent passion that only a man starved for a thousand years could give.

his lips are chilled, and soft on yours, and his entire body carries the coolness of a corpse as it covers yours. he tastes of a slight earthy musk, one not entirely unpleasant, and aged with the passage of time.

ancient as he was however, his hands were skilled, like a man who had done this for lifetimes, cool fingers skimming over your arms and brushing lightly over your stomach, eliciting a shiver and a small whine from you.

he presses himself harder against you, and it's then that you feel his massive erection grinding slightly across your stomach,

"what about... this?" his mouth comes to place light kisses across your jaw and down your neck, the unnatural coolness of his saliva making you shudder, as his tongue darts out to sweep across you, tasting you for himself.

his mouth drops lower, as his face nuzzles in between your heaving breasts, tongue gliding across the fabric of your shirt, leaving a prominent wet patch across your chest.

you moan softly, automatically arching further into him for more, eyes closed in bliss.

he draws his face away, eyes glinting. "oh, i know. i'll reward you with the body that you have restored. all nine inches of it."

you stiffen. nine inches?!

but before you can say anything, his mouth is on yours again, parting your lips with his tongue, while simultaneously tugging down your pants, almost desperate at this point to feel you.

he groans lowly into your mouth as his long, slim fingers dip into your panties, feeling the wet heat pooling in them.

his fingers slowly prod into you, eyes darting to yours for permission. when you give an affirming nod, your breathing rapid and eyes squeezing shut with the waves of pleasure washing over you, he begins circling your clit leisurely before sliding a finger in to stretch you.

you let out a small cry, body bowing into his touch as more of your slick gushes out of you, your hands shakily coming down to fumble with his pants, weakly pushing them down past his slender hips.

he lets out a small chuckle of amusement at your eagerness, helping you as he quickly pulls out his pale, leaking cock, beginning to pump it slowly as his eyes focus on you.

and then all thoughts of your pleasure are forgotten as you can do nothing but gape.

he was long. freakishly so, with veins decorating all along his shaft, and tip beading with white, pearly precum as it practically throbs in his hand.

he smirks, pumping faster. "like what you see, sweetheart?"

you swallow, knowing that there was no way that was all going to fit inside you.

he grins knowingly, leaning closer to you, and lowering his voice into a whine, mockingly pouting. "come onnn, you can take it. jus' look how wet she already is f'me."

and with that, he taps his tip gently against your throbbing cunt, making you instantly whine, pushing your hips forward for more.

"see?" he smiles in triumph, before beginning to push in slowly, hands coming to your hips to steady you.

you exhale shakily as he fills you slowly, inch by fucking inch, until you feel like he's all the way in your lungs.

as he sheathes the last of him deep inside you, gently pressing against the bulge in your stomach where he is, the only sound you can muster up in your fucked-out state are half-hearted whines.

"awww.." he coos, gently tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear. "cock drunk already?"

as you weakly shake your head no, the discomfort you earlier felt quickly fades into a needy throbbing, causing you to grab onto his hips, faintly trying to pull them back and forth in a shallow thrust.

taking mercy on you, he gets the hint and starts to make small thrusts, gradually building up the pace and pulling back more and more, until with every motion of his hips, only his tip remains before he slams it all into your greedy pussy, eagerly swallowing every inch.

"fuck!" his head falls back with a groan, soft hair tickling the nape of your neck as he pulls his hips back again and again, roughly plowing into you. "forgot how fuckin' good this feels."

your eyes roll back in your head, slutty moans leaving your parted lips as you clutch onto his shoulders desperately, the force of him practically shaking your entire body.

his slim hips ruthlessly piston in and out, showing no signs of relenting as he groans filthy words in your ear of "s'good," and "hah yes, keep squeezing me,"

you can feel the coil in your stomach rapidly tightening with every breath as your abdomen squeezes painfully, drool leaking from the corners of your lips as you whine soft cries of, "bram!"

his eyes turn feral when your nails lightly claw down the expense of his back almost unconsciously, only realizing when bram growls softly in your ear as a warning before the sting of him lightly sinking his fangs into your neck jolts you back to him.

your cry of pain quickly morphs into a moan however as the feeling of him sucking your blood thirstily causes pleasure to spread across your entire body, the feeling almost euphoric.

"fuck! suck h-harder!" you moan out, mind foggy with the sensations spreading across your entire body.

he complies, fangs plunging deeper into your neck, sure to leave two bruised bite marks, but you're too far gone to care, only urging him closer.

the feel of his mouth drawing you in is an electric pulse that thrums through you, until it consumes your entire body, the gentle slurping of your blood into his mouth in long, steady pulls causing your nerves to alight with sensitivity.

you feel every part of you become tender, your breasts full and heavy, and just begging to be touched, your cunt squeezing tighter around him, and clit pulsing steadily, until even the very tips of your hair feeling the barest brush of air is enough to make you moan.

and then you're cumming. you can't even warn bram, nothing but broken sobs spilling out of you as you spasm around him so violently it almost pushes his cock out of you, warmth drenching inbetween your thighs messily.

he groans, and then he's cumming too, spurting thick loads of creamy white ropes into your walls, so much of it that it begins to seep out of you in small rivulets.

you whimper, trying to squirm away from the warm pulses filling you up so steadily, feeling so full you can barely breathe, but he's not done, seemingly endless hot gushes of white continuously painting your insides.

"f-fuck bram.. i can't..." you manage to sputter out, but your pussy betrays you, sucking him deeper to milk every last drop he has to offer, which is a lot.

his head tilts back, baring his fangs, red pupils dilating until nothing but his irises are showing, shooting ribbon after ribbon of cum until he's shooting nothing but pure blanks.

and it's only then that he finally pulls out, panting, fangs glistening with the sheen of your scarlett blood painting them.

you gasp as his large, cold palm comes down to your lower abdomen before pushing, gushes of thick, white cum instantly dripping down between your legs.

he smirks at that. "that's centuries' worth of cum, my dearest. and as the one who freed me from my confines, you are the one who has to take it all. now turn around, 'm not done."

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rtfics · 3 months ago

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A very detailed, positive "Beetlejuice" review.

Lots of info about what happens, so consider this packed with spoilers.

‘Beetlejuice Beetlejuice’ Review: Winona Ryder and Michael Keaton Help Tim Burton Rediscover the Ghoulish Mischief of His Glory Days.

There’s an inventive sequence early in the unexpectedly delightful Beetlejuice Beetlejuice in which the Bee Gees’ “Tragedy” accompanies Monica Bellucci’s soul-sucking demoness as her hacked up body parts are shaken loose from crates in the afterlife’s lost-and-found warehouse, where she proceeds to stitch herself back together like a gorgeous DIY Frankenstein monster. That scene multitasks as a show of kinship with the same actor’s role as a vampire bride in Bram Stoker’s Dracula; a tribute from Tim Burton to a key Gothic literature inspiration; and a darkly delicious valentine to the director’s offscreen partner of the past two years.

One of many inspired set-pieces in a clever sequel laced with hilarious callbacks to the 1988 original and amusingly eclectic pop-culture references to everything from Carrie to Mario Bava, from Soul Train to Donna Summer, it’s not the only time during the movie that I scrawled, “Tim Burton’s back!” in my notes.

Any sequel coming 36 years after its predecessor is best approached with caution, this one especially so given that with the main exception of 2012’s Frankenweenie, Burton seemed to have misplaced his mojo somewhere around the turn of the new century — at least for this critic.

Tapping into the maniacally playful spirit of one of his enduring golden-era hits, the director seems reinvigorated. He serves up comparable tonic as well for two actors who were a big part not just of the original Beetlejuice but also of Burton’s Batman movies and Edward Scissorhands: Michael Keaton and Winona Ryder, respectively. The name in the credits of a second Batman Returns alum is no secret, but that actor’s droll extended cameo merits spoiler treatment.

Hollywood’s cynical strip-mining of successful IP in its quest for the everlasting franchise has taught us to be suspicious, so there’s something restorative for the audience, too, in experiencing a resuscitated screen property that’s actually fun — not to mention one that asserts its own reason to exist.

I sparked up and began to realize I was in good hands as soon as the spooky echo of Summer’s disco “MacArthur Park” cover segued to the first notes of a score by Danny Elfman, which starts in ominous mode and grows more devilishly jaunty as ace DP Haris Zambarloukos’ camera cruises through the sleepy town of Winter River and arrives at the hilltop haunted house purchased by the Deetz family in Beetlejuice.

Warner Bros. has been trying on and off to make a sequel happen since the early ’90s, most notably after the studio in 2011 hired Seth Grahame-Smith, who shares story credit here with screenwriters Alfred Gough and Miles Millar. Burton’s success pulling off such a zesty follow-up after so many years on the shelf is due as much to those writers, with whom he worked on Netflix’s Wednesday. That series’ star, Jenna Ortega, is chief among welcome new additions to the holdover crew of Keaton, Ryder, Catherine O’Hara and shrunken-headed Bob.

Still wearing the jagged black bangs she rocked as a goth teen, Ryder’s Lydia Deetz is now a widowed mother famous for hosting a reality show called Ghost House, where from a studio attic set she invites viewers to “Come in, if you dare.” Mimicking the formula of countless paranormal shows, Lydia coaxes guests to share chilling experiences of unexplained phenomena in their homes. But a triggering vision of Keaton’s Beetlejuice sitting among the studio audience reveals that the psychic mediator has not put her own haunted past behind her.

Lydia has a strained relationship with her teenage daughter, Astrid (Ortega), who resents her mother spending more time with the dead than with her own daughter and chafes at her disinclination to talk about her late father, Richard (Santiago Cabrera). He perished in an accident in the Amazon, and while Astrid thinks her mom’s supernatural insights are hokum, she petulantly gripes that Richard is the one ghost with whom she can’t communicate.

ensions between Lydia and her artist stepmother Delia (O’Hara) have eased over the years, despite the latter becoming even more self-absorbed in her shift from sculpture into mixed media. Her latest show is called The Human Canvas, and that canvas of course is Delia’s face and body.

The writers find a crafty solution to the awkward question of what to do about convicted sex offender Jeffrey Jones, who played Lydia’s father, Charles. In a spry Claymation sequence that’s classic Burton, we learn of Charles’ recent gruesome death — though naturally in the Beetlejuice world, death is more a pitstop than a destination, so the character lingers even if his original physical form is erased.

Barbara and Adam Maitland, the sweet, prematurely deceased couple played by Geena Davis and Alec Baldwin, are gone, however, as Lydia explains they’ve found a loophole. “How convenient,” scoffs Astrid, with a wink from the writers.

Charles’ funeral — whimsically accompanied by a boys choir singing a hymnal version of Harry Belafonte’s “Day-O,” another lovely callback — brings the family back to Winter River. Accompanying them is Lydia’s producer and soon-to-be fiancé, Rory (Justin Theroux), whose ridiculous tiny ponytail tags him as a phony, and whose “New Age, over-bonding, yoga-retreat bullshit” Astrid finds beneath contempt.

Wrapping the entire house, Christo-style, in black gauze, Delia sets about making her performative grief into a project dubbed The Art of Sorrow, while Rory seizes on Charles’ wake as the ideal time to propose to Lydia, who’s sufficiently caught off-guard to accept. Astrid’s disgust sends her speeding off into town, where she meets Jeremy (Arthur Conti), a fellow Dostoevsky fan and cool analog guy; they plan a date for Halloween night, when her mother’s “Witching Hour” wedding is scheduled.

While all this is going on, Bellucci’s Delores is terrorizing the netherworld, killing denizens “dead-dead” on her mission to claim the rotten soul of her husband, Beetlejuice. In a riotous touch that got huge laughs at the Venice press screening, their short-lived ghost marriage is recapped as a black-and-white, subtitled Italian mini-movie. Investigating Delores’ trail of destruction is Wolf Jackson (Willem Dafoe), a former TV action star now playing detective, with lots of cheesy direct-to-camera glances for dramatic emphasis.

The living (or “fleshbags,” as Jackson calls them) and the dead get tangled up when Astrid is tricked into a potentially fatal pact and Lydia is forced to summon Beetlejuice to help her cross over and save her daughter. Given that Beetlejuice doesn’t believe in free favors, an alternative wedding plan emerges to rescue him from Delores, a nightmarish scenario in which Lydia’s familiarity with the predatory sandworms of the afterlife’s exile desertscape comes in handy.

The zippy pacing, buoyant energy and steady stream of laugh-out-loud moments hint at the joy Burton appears to have found in revisiting this world, and for anyone who loved the first movie, it’s contagious. That applies also to the actors, all of whom warm to the dizzying lunacy.

The double-barrel title might suggest this is Keaton’s show, and he gets an ample share of antic opportunities — looking as moldy and slobby as ever and crawling with cockroaches — but he never crowds out anyone else in the strong ensemble.

is most exhilarating sequences include a stint as a trickster couples counselor when Rory decides Lydia needs to face “this construct of your trauma.” (The uproarious birth of a diabolical baby Beetlejuice during that scene yields one of animatronics chief Neal Scanlan’s most brilliant creations.)

If the use of Belafonte’s “Day-O” was a memorable high point of Beetlejuice, what the filmmakers and Keaton do with “MacArthur Park” in a wedding-from-hell climax takes the possessed lip-syncing and dance moves several steps further. The wedding cake with “sweet green icing flowing down” is a jubilant celebration of some of the daffiest lyrics ever set to music. And the fate of an assembly of cellphone-clutching influencers gathered in the church by Rory (“Nothing less than 5 million followers”) will bring bliss to anyone who ever rolled their eyes about that “career” path.

Ryder goes beat for beat with Keaton as the yin of the movie to his rancidly irreverant yang. The actress transports us back to the enchanting screen persona of her late teens, not just in Beetlejuice but also in movies like Edward Scissorhands, Mermaids and Heathers, in which she radiated a singular mix of smarts, sweetness and innocence but was just as effective when she veered into darkness. As much as anything, Beetlejuice Beetlejuice is a poignant mother-daughter story, played with real heart by both Ryder and Ortega.

The movie’s pleasures extend to Zambarloukos’ dynamic visuals and Elfman’s score, which has all the qualities of his collaborative peak with Burton plus distinctive new flavors. Another frequent collaborator, costume designer Colleen Atwood, does striking work for characters on both sides of the mortality divide, while production designer Mark Scruton has a ball creating a whole new network of afterlife antechambers, admin offices and departure terminals.

CG work is no doubt extensive but one of the sequel’s charms is how much its physical sets, puppetry and phantasmagoria stick to a hand-crafted look in line with the far more limited effects tools available in the late ’80s. It’s rewarding to have Burton back in full creative command of the humor, the fantastical imagination and the gleeful morbidity on which he built his name.

#Beetlejuice Beetlejuice #Beetlejuice 2 #Beetlejuice spoilers #Beetlejuice sequel #Michael Keaton #Tim Burton #Beetlejuice Beetlejuice review

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somethingblu3 · 10 months ago

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Mirror Mirror | Nikolai

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18+ minors dni.

Fandom: Beyond The Rave (2008)

Summary:

You and Nikolai need to relieve your stress after a hunt.

TW: vampires,mirror sex,hate fuck,Vampire Sex,Rough Sex,standing sex,dirty talk,humiliation,biting,scratching,bruises,bram stoker lore ,blood drinking,Enemies to Lovers, vampires vs humans, vampire hunter,Possessive Sex,toxic,Unhealthy Relationships,dom/sub,No Safeword,forbidden relationship,hunting,Stress Relief,Orgasm Delay/Denial.

Pairing: Nikolai x female afab reader.

Word Count: 2,044

Graphic Credit: @keep-it-light

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lightly edited. Still new to smut so let me know what you think! I hope you enjoy the buffy references! I'm trying to keep the vampire lore mostly in line with Bram Stroker. Here's the poem.

"I would appreciate it if you stopped killing my friends," Nikolai sneers as he watches you enter the basement, and you drop the wooden stake to the floor with a 'clank.'

You roll your eyes at him. "And it would be nice if your friends stopped eating mine," You warn him.

He scoffs as he steps forward, and his hand cups your right cheek. "Darling, what would be the fun in that? I know you love the chase I can feel it when your heart skips a beat. I just wish you would admit it," He whispers into your neck softly.

"Never." You groan from the tiredness and the physical exhaustion of the hunt for pleasure from his bite. You can't tell.

After a few sucks, he pulls away and wipes the crimson blood stating his chin with the back of his hand. "What's not enough for you, Nikolai?" You almost whine.

He smirks greedily "It's not that Darling, it's just that I have a little...surprise for you...a little..gift."

You raise a brow. Nikolai's gifts were never traditional gifts as you watch him scurry around the basement you half expect him to gift you a fresh head in a box you wouldn't put it past him.

You keep your eye focused carefully on him as he moves something tall and rectangular shaped in the shadows covered in a bed sheet. As Nikolai removes the cloth, uncovering the mirror. The light behind you bounces off the glass, creating a kaleidoscope. As he shrugs the rest of the fabric away in the reflection of the mirror, the cloth dances on its own accord.

"A mirror?" you frown.

Nikolai throws the bed sheet onto the ground and he scans the mirror even though he has no reflection he reaches forward and presses his finger against the faded text of the silver frame.

"I thought Silver was deadly for vampires" You say with a frown as your eyes escape your own reflection. It makes you uncomfortable your skin scrawls it's almost as if you don't want to face yourself and you know that Nikolai can hear your blood pumping.

"That's a myth" He tells you. He seems entranced by the mirror, his eyes mesmerized by it.

It almost broke your heart. he hadn't seen himself for who knows how long. It must be strange you knew one thing for sure that being turned would be the last thing you wanted not just because of the loss of your reflection but also because of the other factors not being able to see the sun hiding in the dark and the shadows all alone but then your heart skipped and you knew he felt it too. Nikolai wasn't alone. He had you even if you wanted nothing more than to stake his heart and rip his head off. There was a fondness you had for him even if it was small and often short-lived you couldn't lie to yourself that Man. That monster consumed you.

"This mirror's special to you, isn't it?" You ask

He nods and you watch as his adam's apple bobs.

"I guess you could say that. It's the last thing from my home before....before it happened"

The fire. You knew so little about his past but every now and then he would bring up the fire you had done your own research of course behind his back you couldn't trust him at first but from what you've found he had gone through something traumatic regarding a fire. Loosing not just a house but from the wording of the newspaper a wife and a baby. You couldn't help but sometimes wonder if he was looking to replace that in you.

You squint your eyes as you try and read the font that is wrapped around the frame of the mirror. Not only is it singed, it's also cursive and you quickly discover it is not in English.

"Romanian" He tells you firmly snapping you out of your haze - a side effect of his bite.

"What does it mean?" You ask

He hesitates for a moment, clenching his jaw "It's a poem"

"Will you read me it?" You request hopefully a smirk curls at the corner of your lips.

"I will it's your girl after all Darling but why don't we use it to it's full advantage hm?" He hums

You chew your bottom lip "What do you mean?"

Nioklai turns on his feet suddenly he's behind you. Swift vampire speed.

You roll your eyes as you feel his hands digging into your side shimming you out of your dirt stained trousers.

"Why don't you wear skirts anymore?" He teased dragging the fabric further and further to expose your underwear.

Dark blue with constellations. Cute.

You wished more than anything you could see his reflection in the mirror as he stood behind you. A shiver ran down your spine as he palmed your ass with his hand caressing it until it left marks you knew you would be purple and blue all over when morning came you would have to go back to wearing your long jumpers in the middle of summer so that your brother Ed wouldn't see.

"Your thinking about him, aren't you pet?" Nikolai teased as he hooked your finger in your underwear. You were already bared and aching for him.

You didn't say anything in return you knew that he was playing with you teasing and trying to get under your skin you focus on your own reflection in the mirror ignoring his taunts you weren't going to let him get off that easy.

"Your brother Ed. What would he think if he knew that his innocent sister was a Vampire's whore?" He taunted as he punctuated every word.

"He won't know. He will never know about this-" You say as you watch him from the corner of his eye and he lets out a dark chuckle.

"My dear. If he doesn't know by now I will make sure that he does by leaving these pretty little marks against your porcelain skin" His lips brush against your neck even tangled in your hair.

You moan into him, almost giving up on him entirely. Your body turned to mush as your underwear fell to the ground of the basement, your legs cold and shivering even colder against his ice skin.

"You promised me-" You whine as he pulls his lips back "A poem"

He groans "Your insatiable"

"I thought this was meant to be my gift Nikolai?" you frown with a pout as you try to find some way to play with him. To get him back for all the times he would easily turn your body into clay he could mold anyway he wanted.

"Now your going to be a good girl and I'll tell you the poem as long as you let me fuck you in front of this mirror" He orders

You nod. Purley out of habit. Fuck.

"Tell me, tell me that you want to do this-" He urges.

You know he doesn't actually want your consent he just makes you say it so he can taunt you about it later. That you wanted this - that you asked for this. Asked for his bruises burning against your skin branding you with his sharp claws.

"I--" you whimper as his finger nails dig deeper into your flesh he hasn't even entered you yet and you don't even need to see his reflection to know that he's enjoying this.

You heard him from behind as he undid his zipper with one hand. You could feel his jeans rubbing against you as they fell down you could feel him immediately and he wans' even pressing against you.

"Love-"

"I want this" You tell him and then he finally enters. He breathing into your ear.

"I think you deserve this gift from me my sweet"

You moan as you feel him ghost against you, the edge of his tip pressing against the softness of your skin.

"Your dripping for me already aren't you my love?" He teases as his hand reaches to press against your clit.

"Drenched-" He smirks.

You watch yourself in the mirror. Your head and eyes rolling back as he brushed teased and rubbed against you. You bite your bottom lip trying to conceal your sounds but you were in the basement and your brother was away with his girlfriend for the week so it wasn't as if it matters how loud you were. You just didn't want to hear yourself so exposed and so used by him. It was humiliating but at the same time...you enjoyed it, craved it even.

You try and move away to tease him but he already has you under his grasp under his will it was like you were possessed - hypnotized even as he grinds against you continuing to pick up the pace.

"No more teasing-tell me your damn poem" You groan. You could orgasm just from this alone not even touching his cock and boy does he know that.

"Alright fine" He grunts "But if you look away you know the consequences" He taunts as he takes a handful of your hair as a taunt. As a warning.

You moan in conformation.

"Good" You hear Nikolai behind you licking his lips as your eyes flutter back to your reflection.

"And suddenly I understood that without you I’m not completely sane myself, To run away and come straight back I’m tempted"

His thrusts increase with each word. You watch yourself your body jerking back you can feel his eyes on your tits as the bounce under your shirt. You don't normally wear a bra with your workout gear and with a hunt there was no need for one today.

Lucky Bastard.

There was something about hearing Nikolai grunt behind you his hand slapping into your ass as his thrusts changed rhyme from slow and steady to then fast hard and primal.

"To never know my place on Earth again. So fast did you become part of my blood, So much part of myself you are right now, A mere scratch would make me cry, For fear that I might lose you drop by drop"

"Nikolai-" You gasp.

You felt nothing but your mixed pleasure dripping between your legs. Already you were numb and soaked after this you knew you would need a long warm shower to escape his aroma.

"There is no springtime anywhere, With lifeless blossoms now you button up your coat. With springtime’s bitterness I look for honey, But you, my love, are there in its place."

You wish you could see him as he came undone grunting as he thrusted into you. You knew it was nearing the end as he brushed his fangs against your neck puncturing it still you watched yourself in the mirror. You could practically see his cock probing against your belly he was so far so deep and so tight. There was something about a vampire that was so different from anything else you had experienced before. Perhaps that was the reason why you found it almost impossible to escape his embrace.

Your neck is red now as he tears at it, ingesting your blood your body rocking back and forth his skin smacking against yours. You eyes fall to the floor as you watch your cum drip down to your legs.

"And suddenly I know that without you, I die myself and can’t come back to life, Although I had been born, as you well know,To be the one protecting you from-from"

He stutters, and it's a sight to behold. You watch as your undead lover comes undone, groaning as he thrusts into you once more, slamming you into him. You are already weak at the knees, and thanks to his powerful grasp, you are able to stay upright for the most part.

"Nikolai-" There's a sense of urgency in your voice as you urge him to come and to finish the poem.

"From yourself-" He grunts, and you roll your head back as you feel his body vibrate with pleasure, and he wraps you in a cold embrace. He breathes in and then out. It won't be long until he's back thrusting into you again.

#beyond the rave #astarion #neil newbon #vampires #nikolai #nikolai smut #vampire smut #beyond the rave (2008)#neil newbon fanfiction #enemies to lovers #enemies with benefits #nikolai beyond the rave #beyond the rave nikolai x reader #nikolai x reader #beyond the rave nikolai #neil newbon x reader #neil newbon smut #neil newbon nikolai

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hooked-on-elvis · 3 months ago

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"I Met Her Today" (1961-1965)

Recorded on October 15, 1961 at RCA’s Studio B, Nashville · Release date: July 19, 1965 · Album: Elvis for Everyone! (compilation)

MUSICIANS Guitar: Jerry Kennedy, Scotty Moore. Bass: Bob Moore. Drums: Buddy Harman, D.J. Fontana. Piano & Organ: Floyd Cramer. Saxophone & Clarinet: Boots Randolph. Accordion: Gordon Stoker. Vocals: Millie Kirkham, The Jordanaires.

Illustrative pictures · (1) On Sunday afternoon, July 30, 1961, Elvis appeared at Weeki Wachee Springs Park in Florida, on the west coast where he was then filming "Follow That Dream"; (2) Elvis on movie set Frankie and Johnny June 10, 1965.

RECORDING SESSION · BACKSTORY Soundtrack Recordings for Mirisch Company’s "Follow That Dream" July 2, 1961: RCA’s Studio B, Nashville One thing seemed certain to the Colonel: It made sense to go into the studio for another singles-only session. The June 25 session proved that Elvis and his band could focus their attention better when they were all trying to cut a hit single; increasingly, too, scheduling was becoming a problem, and between the two Mirisch pictures there would only be time to arrange a short session. Once Freddy [Bienstock] understood the Colonel’s goal, he knew exactly where to turn for hit material — to his hot new team, Pomus and Shuman. Having gotten three cuts on the last session was more than enough motivation to propel the songwriters into action. Mort Shuman had a simple formula for writing hits — “Chorus, break, and gimmick” — and the two had noticed that Elvis was drawn to first-person songs; in no time, then, they came up with a stranger’s tale, a gimmick, and a Phil Spector – produced demo. The song, “Night Rider,” was just the kind of rocker Freddy was looking for, and he sent it off to Elvis along with two Tepper and Bennett compositions, “Just For Old Time Sake” and “For The Millionth And The Last Time,” as well as two others (“Ecstasy” and “You Never Talked to Me”) and the promise of “a couple of real strong songs in the next few days.”

RECORDING OF "I MET HER TODAY" Studio Sessions for RCA October 15, 1961: RCA’s Studio B, Nashville The “real strong songs” Freddy had mentioned in his note were two brand-new Don Robertson ballads. Elvis’s careful phrasing suggests that he’d done serious preparation on the first, “Anything That’s Part Of You,” but that didn’t stop him from working hard on it, running through six takes as Floyd Cramer worked to duplicate the slip-note fills Robertson had played on the demo. Years later Elvis would tell audiences that “I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry” was “probably the saddest song I’ve ever heard,” but he never portrayed abandonment more convincingly than on this cut. Among Elvis’s recorded ballads perhaps the only competition comes from some of the other Robertson songs recorded in 1961 and ’62. The second of his contributions, “I Met Her Today,” told a more hopeful story, but it proved harder to get right. After a promising first take Elvis paused to correct some problems with the song’s challenging octave-and-a half leaps, but as soon as he’d mastered that, band mistakes began to multiply. After twenty takes the group’s concentration had worn thin, and they agreed to stop, leaving take eighteen as the master. But the recording lay unused for four years until RCA resurrected it for Elvis For Everyone.

Excerpts: "Elvis Presley, A Life in Music: The Complete Recording Sessions" by Ernst Jorgensen. Foreword by Peter Guralnick (1998)

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LYRICS Don Robertson/Hal Blair I told you that some day If you kept on being untrue Somebody else would come along And release me from you You'll be glad to know now Your fickle world Can have its own way For it finally happened I've met her today I used to think I just couldn't live A day without you In spite of the thousand doubts and tears That you put me through All at once I don't care as much for you I'm sorry to say For now there's another I met her today How I treasured each smile, each kiss You gave to me now and then Well, you needn't be kind to me now Oh no, not ever again Just when the last bit of pride in me was gone Someone heard me pray And sent me my angel I met her today I met her today

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columbiauniversity-schoolboard · 2 months ago

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Columbia University brings you to, NYC's own Fall Festival!

🍂 𝑱𝒐𝒊𝒏 𝒖𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒖𝒔! 🍂

Columbia University is proud to host its Fall Festival, a week-long celebration of autumn. From October 1st to October 7th, join us for a variety of exciting activities that capture the spirit of the season—all to support Columbia's funding campaign. Here's what's waiting for you:

🎃 Pumpkin Carving, Face Painting, Bean Bag Racing, Apple Bobbing & Hayrides

All led by Columbia student Kate Perugini ( @lucifers-box )! Experience classic fall activities while enjoying the beautiful campus setting.

🌽 Corn Maze

Challenge yourself to find the way through this intricate maze, perfect for all ages!

🐴 Pony Rides

Managed by Javier Vargas ( @javier-el-viento ) this activity is sure to be a hit with kids and adults alike.

🎨 Caricature Paintings

Get a personalized caricature by none other than Oscar Monet ( @claud-e-monet )—well, an artist bringing his style to life just for this event!

🍊 View the Incredible, Scientifically Modified Giant Tangerine

Brought to you by Columbia professor Helena Ziegler ( @bioonewithnature ), witness a marvel of modern science!

🎺 Music & Dance

Music instructor Osami Daishi ( @daishisensei ) and his very own class will be in charge of performing ambient tunes for the festival.

🥧 Pie Eating Contest

Put your appetite to the test under the supervision of Columbia's own culinary arts instructor, Nathan Frost ( @chef-de-cuisine ).

🎭 Abraham Stoker Presents: Sleepy Hollow

Get into the spooky spirit with a play authorized by Abraham Stoker ( @abraham-stoker ) himself, featuring the timeless tale of Sleepy Hollow.

🍫 Other Fall Fun

Enjoy s'mores, a hot cider bar, ring toss, a photo booth, scarecrow arts and crafts, and much more!

⛺ Special Program Admissions

While you're at it, there will be enlistment entries for a camping Archeology & Anthropology Program to be hosted this Fall Semester for students interested in extra credit, ran by Professor Nahla Elmaleh ( @explorinaireoftheseas ) and Professor Iona Swanson ( @lost--to--time ).

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬: October 1st – October 7th

𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 & 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠: 10AM – 10PM

𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Columbia University's Morningside Campus

🌰 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞! 🦃

#announcements #academic calendar #nahla elmaleh—[ art history class ]#iona swanson—[ cultural anthropology class ]#nathan frost—[ culinary arts class ]#helena ziegler—[ biology class ]#kate perugini—[ student ]#osami daishi—[ band class ]

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jungle-angel · 2 months ago

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Midnight Ride (Ben Mears x Reader)

Summary: The coven gets some help on a night hunt from a rather unconventional creature

Warnings: Parenthood

Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @lewinblue @sorchathered @rhettabbotts @sebsxphia

"Alright, we're movin out," Ben announced.

Everybody geared up with their hunting backpacks, jackets and loaded them with whatever weapons they would be needing that night. Randy had just been put to bed and Mabel had offered to stay with Mrs. Mayberry, Mrs. Curless and Loretta Starcher to watch him and yours and Ben's newborn son. Better to have three people holding down the fort than just one.

You and Ben snuck up to the nursery where Baby Sean was sleeping soundly in his crib. He barely stirred, just wriggling a little bit in the tight swaddle of his knitted blanket. You still couldn't believe how much joy he had brought to the household already, only home for a day but already he had the whole coven wrapped around his little fingers.

Ben kissed Sean's delicate little head and his soft little cheeks, the baby wriggling a little bit. "Shhhhh, go back to sleep," he whispered. "Go back to sleep. We'll see you in the morning."

You kissed your son and then your husband before heading back downstairs to pack the rest of your bags for the night. Father Callahan gathered everybody around him, their hands linked as everyone began to pray the Our Father and then repeated back The Oath Of The Hunters.

"Night has fallen and our watch begins," the coven said, all as if with one voice. "We leave our home and all therein. Into certain danger we go running, evil and darkness beware for we are coming. To The angels, the saints, the gods of new and old, in your hands do we place our souls. Let no fear of darkness deep, disturb our peaceful sleep. Keep us safe from all harmful things and keep us safe beneath the angels' wings."

And with that, they packed up the last few things and headed out into the night.

The night was still young with the full moon hanging over the woods and illuminating the path for them. Other members of the coven soon started to arrive from their own houses along with a bunch of the neighborhood kids. Mark's gang of goonies had readily joined them, their backpacks completely emptied of their school books and supplies, while within were pouches of garlic and wild roses, wooden stakes and weapons that most fifth graders could carry easily.

The chatterings of whippoorwills and the hooting of owls in the trees filled the wooded roads with an eeriness that only those of the lot were truly familiar with. The weather was getting much, much colder already and soon, winter would be right around the corner with far and fewer hunts than in the fall.

"Man this is freaking me out," Ben remarked. "S'like something straight outta Bram Stoker."

"Yeah well, pretty sure Stoker enjoyed himself a little too much here," Matt Burke chuckled.

Mike Ryerson dug around in his pocket and then in the front pocket of his fiancé, Lucy Mahoney's backpack. "Baby what are ya'll doin?" she asked, her thick Tennessee drawl drawing out the words.

"I just realized where we are," Mike giggled a little.

You and Ben looked at each other and then the realization hit you. The smiles that came across your faces said it all.

"You gonna do that thing you do?" you asked Mike.

"Aw hell yeah," he chuckled.

Mike grabbed his dad's mixtape player and stuck the small tape in it, pressing the play button and turning the volume up as loud as it could possibly go. You, Ben and the others couldn't help but bob along to the music as Redbone's "Come And Get Your Love" started playing from the speakers.

Not a single member of that coven could help themselves, all of them laughing and singing along in the most off-key ways possible, belting out the refrain as loud as their voices could carry. Even Father Callahan had proved he was a damn good singer.

Everyone's voices echoed through the trees and across the rocks, over the crick and around the steep gullies deeper in the woods. You were all caught up in the reverie, singing along to the words and hardly noticing the thunderous vibrations that were floating along the ground.

"He's coming!!" Mark shouted excitedly.

As soon as the song had ended, everyone stopped and fell completely silent. The wind whistled through the ancient trees as something rumbled and crashed through the woods, the fallen logs and dead aspens, oaks and ash cracked and snapped like twigs.

Out of the foliage came an old friend, huge and shaggy like a musk ox but with big curving horns that reminded you and Ben of the helmets worn by characters in some campy dark fantasy movie. His eyes were grumpy looking along with his tremendous underbite and deep growly groan.

He sniffed Matt first and then you and Ben before Ben gave him a few scritches on his snout. "How goes Harry?" he chuckled.

Harry snorted and tossed his head, signaling for everyone to climb on his back, patiently waiting until everyone was aboard. He took off at a tremendous speed through the woods, galloping like some gigantic horse while everyone held on for dear life.

"We having fun yet?!" Father Callahan called out.

"Oh sure, didn't think I'd be spending a Friday night like this!" Parkins answered back, hanging onto Harry's shaggy fur for dear life.

You and Ben laughed as Harry galloped off into the woods. Your hunt had just gotten a million times easier.

#ben mears #ben mears x reader #matt burke #father callahan #dr cody #mike ryerson #mark petrie #salem's lot #salem's lot coven

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