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xaracosmia · 2 years ago

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ꕥ — WELCOME TO CATA COSMIA, AKITO SHINONOME. 🌕

ꕥ — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: xing age: 23 pronouns: he/him ooc contact: shineonthesea @ twt other characters in xc: n/a

ꕥ — IC INFORMATION;

name: akito shinonome age: 17 pronouns: he/him series: project sekai: colorful stage ft. hatsune miku canon point: post-light up the fire app triggers: overworking, self-deprecation, not exactly abusive parents but complex and could be triggering. a lot of feelings of worthlessness.

personality: when you first meet akito, he puts on a show. he’ll flash you a smile, greet you politely, and introduce himself. he has the capabilities of being a nice, pleasant boy and relatively well-behaved. this is what he shows to everyone at first glance. let’s call this his customer service persona— he works in retail, after all.

well, once you get to really know him, or when it comes to his passion, music, his personality changes drastically. it’s a little more like his real self. he’s blunt, but also a bit of a bastard. sometimes even rude. he speaks more brusquely about what he truly thinks, and he shows that he’s absolutely unforgiving toward those who are half-hearted— half-baked, even. he’s like a chariot when it comes to achieving his goal— one day surpassing rad weekend. he’s tough and critical on others, but also looks out for those he cares about. in the end, he’s a real dependable guy.

akito gets misunderstood since he seems more no-nonsense and generally critical, but it’s not… like he cares? if people misunderstand him, he just lets it happen. he finds it more of a hassle to correct them, anyway. he doesn't mind being the bad guy as long as he gets to achieve his goals. he’s more of a free and rebellious spirit, going against the grain and has a penchant for defying authority. it’s not his main thing, though.

akito has a fiery passion for music. he doesn’t compromise— especially when it comes to himself. he’s his own biggest critic, so quite frankly… others’ criticism does hit him hard. he’s tired of being considered average. he’s afraid of dragging his friends down. he doesn’t want to be a burden on his partner, touya. of course, he’s never satisfied with himself. maybe it’d be close to hating himself. he’s got a strong inferiority complex, especially when it comes to those around them.

even when akito spent all his free time practicing soccer, he thought he wasn’t serious enough about it compared to the team his team lost to back in elementary school. so he quit. so he’s not letting anything snuff his flame out.

akito tends to keep to himself in these moments, isolating himself, pushing himself to get better. it’s one of the shinonome philosophies: you have to work harder than anyone else, because reality won’t cushion you. you have to work hard to get where you want to be. to survive. so akito does. he works his ass off so he can deem himself worthy of standing on the same stage as touya, an, and kohane. he practices every moment of the day. enters every show he can.

his feelings run fiery and strong, so he also tends to be impulsive at times, getting riled up pretty easily.

other times, he can be softer. he has a soft spot for sweets and for his sister, no matter how much he argues with her.

something your muse struggles with: self-esteem

your muse’s greatest strength: dependable and passionate

history / background: akito's the son of a famous artist, has a normal mother, and a bratty older sister. (she's not bratty, akito is just a dick to her sometimes. but they love each other.) his father is… well… a deadbeat present dad. if that makes sense. he's there, but doesn't do a banging job of being a dad. their dad doesn't really care about what akito does, but he let akito's older sister ena pursue art like him… up until middle school. she asked him what art school she should go to, but he flat-out tells her that she has no talent, and because of it, she shouldn't bother to avoid getting hurt. of course, ena is a fragile teenager and doesn't take it well.

akito's not totally similar to his sister, but also struggles with being talentless. he tried out all sorts of sports in elementary school, eventually settling on soccer and joins the soccer team. he practiced soccer all the time— he adored playing it. he was considered the ace of his team. he does soccer up until the last tournament match against another school. his friend, shouta, said that the other team was better because they practice everyday and came over to play. the other guys in akito's team weren't as serious about soccer, so they ended up losing. akito decided that his resolve wasn't as strong as the other team who had wanted to become professionals. he realized he was just playing around (not quite, he's just hard on himself), and decided to quit. when he did, it crushed him. his life felt empty without soccer.

on the night of the summer festival, he got a phone call from his older sister. she called him to bring her some walkable shoes, because she hurt her feet. akito went there, getting annoyed when he saw that she only got a blister. he brought her sneakers to her chagrin, but she dragged him along with her. they went to watch the concert at the summer festival, and akito got a peak of what was to become RAD WEEKEND. akito thought it was cool, the way they sung and performed that night. ena told him to give it a try, and…

akito goes for it. he learns about RAD WEEKEND (the most legendary night hosted by ken shiraishi and some other musicians) and goes to watch that months later. at that moment, akito gains a new dream. to surpass RAD WEEKEND. he starts practicing, and one day…

he comes across touya aoyagi singing in the streets. enamored by his voice, he asks him if they could sing together for a bit. and they do. akito asks touya to become his singing partner, and the pact is sealed. the two of them become inseparable, forming BAD DOGS. they perform together, steadily improving and becoming well-known names in the area, meeting occasionally at weekend garage, a cafe music bar run by ken shiraishi.

an shiraishi, ken's daughter, shares the same dream as him. but they never team up, an seeking for her fated partner. and she does— but she brings a pipsqueak wearing glasses. they're called Vivids. akito believes someone as half-hearted as her isn't going to amount to anything. he tells them as such, but in order to crush them where they are, he invites them to a singing event. he resolves to crush them personally with his and touya's performance, but instead another friend of akito and touya cuts the power on an and kohane's performance. akito takes the blame for this, feeling like it's more troublesome to correct an's assumptions. touya still tries to help an and kohane out.

an and kohane make their comeback, kohane showing her resolve for helping an achieve her dream by buying new clothes and cutting her hair. touya, seeing kohane's dedication, decides he's just using akito and akito shouldn't be singing with someone so half-hearted.

touya pushes all of akito's buttons, telling him that he's wasting his time… essentially, BAD DOGS breaks up. akito punches touya in the face and tells him to never show his face around him again.

around this time, akito stumbles upon Untitled on his cellphone. he plays it, and goes to an alternate world known as SEKAI. in the street SEKAI, akito finds himself among vivid streets dotted with graffiti, and crase café ran by the virtual singer MEIKO. while he's in the café, he gets a call from ken. he hears touya's regrets and the truth behind his decision. akito forgives him, and the two of them join together again.

Untitled becomes Ready Steady, and hatsune miku (sorry she's here. she has been here) tells akito, touya, an, and kohane to sing it together. that's the gist of it anyway.

the four of them thought they sounded AWESOME together and that together they could reach their dream of surpassing RAD WEEKEND together, so they decide to team up as Vivid Bad Squad.

powers / abilities: he’s just a high school boy

inherent abilities:

singing - after years of hard work to bypass his feelings of inadequacy, akito’s an accomplished singer. he lacks perfect pitch like touya, who comes from a classical music background, but akito’s self-taught and damn good at what he does. his singing usually sounds a lot more desperate and raw with emotion— while he’s been criticized for not being anything special, just… listen for yourself.

jock - akito used to play soccer in elementary school, but quit in elementary school as described above. he now helps out with the soccer team in school, and has impressive athletic ability. he just gets bored easily. but he can sub in for any sport, not just soccer.

customer service persona - as mentioned earlier, he comes off as Your Regular Pleasant Boy when he’s talking to strangers, but if he finds out you know someone he knows or he Knows you, then the jig’s up. he also works in retail if this tells you anything.

items / weapons:

cellphone - it is his normal smartphone, but it has a special little function. by playing “untitled” (or “ready steady” for akito and the rest of vivid bad squad), it takes him to another world called SEKAI. this essentially functions as a pocket dimension. his SEKAI is the Street SEKAI, which involves crase cafe tended to by the virtual singer MEIKO. other virtual singers like hatsune miku, kagamine len, kagamine rin, KAITO, and megurine luka are also present in this sekai.

starting ability: n/a starting item: cellphone w/ street sekai

extra:

It doesn’t say he’s 16 explicitly but he’s a first year in high school and his birthday is nov 12th so i’m assuming he’s still 16. project sekai doesn’t age their characters unfortunately (*YET)

As you can tell, i am very normal about akito and like him a normal amount Come closer

i’m keeping in w/akito’s development as of ensekai. I haven’t read much of the jp only events, but will update as en updates vbs stories

Not sure if this is confirmed, but my akito is naturally good at art but doesn't pursue it. he sketches clothing designs occasionally. he isn't an aspiring designer like mizuki, but he'll consider doing it in the future.

akito loves pancakes and cheesecake, but hates carrots. this is the same likes and dislikes as ena btw. hes scared of dogs.

he helps out with the soccer team occasionally and Works in retail at a street style teen fashion store.

I have a headcanon that akito has like slightly bad eyesight but he refuses to wear glasses because it’ll ruin his street cred and make him look like a NERD!!!!!

This guy has adhd btw and is cis as mandated by the narrative. however anything can change

My headcanon is that he likes kamen rider but he won’t be crazy about it i promise. also it won’t be any specific kamen rider. just the concept. It was his gay awakening when he was 10 but he denies it

discord id: stray bad dog#9024 passcode: ach nae..... btw can he and ai date for like three days again

#xc application #cata cosmia #mun: xing

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scarred-smiles · 2 years ago

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Trigger Happy Havoc Boys

Name: Byakuya Togami

Talent: Ultimate Affluent Progeny

Height: 6'1

Weight: 150 lbs

Birthday: May 5

Blood Type: B

Likes: Coffee, French

Dislikes: Commoners, Microwave Meals

Crimes: Money laundering, inducing mass suicide over unpayable debts, sacrificing his parents to Junko Enoshima, "dating" Toko Fukawa for the sake of his own despair, domestic abuse, gross abuse and mutilation of a corpse

Name: Chihiro Fujisaki

Talent: Ultimate Programmer

Height: 4'10

Weight: 90 lbs

Birthday: March 14

Blood Type: O

Likes: Silicon

Dislikes: Selenium

Crimes: Creating a video to brainwash civilians into despair (with the aid of Kazuichi Souda, Monaca Towa, and Miu Iruma), hacking and sending the brainwashing video into the homes of innocent people, wearing a similar wardrobe to Junko Enoshima in order to please her, creation of Monokuma drones, development of Monokuma drones, programming of Monokuma drones, killing his own mother and father as a sacrifice to Junko Enoshima, stopping the development of his Alter Ego to cause himself despair, revealing his gender secret in order to cause himself despair, gross abuse and mutilation of a corpse

Name: Hifumi Yamada

Talent: Ultimate Fanfic Creator

Height: 5'7

Weight: 342 lbs

Birthday: December 31st

Blood Type: O

Likes: Sato Matsuzaka

Dislikes: Hatsune Miku

Crimes: Using fanfic to depict characters falling into despair, depicting Junko Enoshima as an idol who his viewers should strive to be like, killing off his most popular fictional characters, using his fiction to persuade his older audience to start worshipping Junko Enoshima, using his fiction to persuade his younger audience to kill their parents and join the Warriors Of Despair's army, offering his older sister up as a sacrifice to Junko Enoshima, gross abuse and mutilation of a corpse

Name: Kiyotaka Ishimaru

Talent: Ultimate Moral Compass

Height: 5'9

Weight: 146 lbs

Birthday: August 31

Blood Type: B

Likes: Rules

Dislikes: Tardiness

Crimes: Becoming second-in-command to Junko Enoshima and taking over upon her passing, being carried through the streets on a podium by Monokuma drones, encouragement of despair, commanding Monokuma drones in the streets, ordering Monokuma drones to tear those who refuse to submit to despair limb from limb, gross abuse and mutilation of a corpse

Name: Leon Kuwata

Talent: Ultimate Baseball Star

Height: 5'9

Weight: 148 lbs

Birthday: January 3

Blood Type: B

Likes: Guitars

Dislikes: Dress Codes

Crimes: Working his teammates to death, brainwashing his surviving teammates onto the side of despair, fighting against Future Foundation, producing mediocre music that causes physical pain to listeners, attending Sayaka Maizono's concerts to further his own despair, destroying the baseball stadium he got his start at, adding metal spikes to his metal baseball bat and using it to beat innocents to death, gross abuse and mutilation of a corpse

Name: Mondo Owada

Talent: Ultimate Biker Gang Leader

Height: 6'2

Weight: 168 lbs

Birthday: June 9th

Blood Type: AB

Likes: Luxurious Cushions

Dislikes: Rumors

Crimes: Enslavement of the Crazy Diamonds gang, ruthless murder of his opposition, vandalism, assault, destruction of property, sacrificing Daiya Owada to Junko Enoshima, gross abuse and mutilation of a corpse

Name: Makoto Naegi

Talent: Ultimate Lucky Student

Height: 5'3

Weight: 115 lbs

Birthday: February 5

Blood Type: A

Likes: Curry, Trendy Things

Dislikes: Dried Mackerel, Dried Bean Curd

Crimes: Forced servitude to the Warriors Of Despair (more to be added)

Name: Yasuhiro Hagakure

Talent: Ultimate Clairvoyant

Height: 6'0

Weight: 157 lbs

Birthday: July 25

Blood Type: B

Likes: Money

Dislikes: Hidden Cameras

Crimes: Scamming, filling people with despair by predicting despair-inducing futures, sacrificing his own mother to Junko Enoshima, selling the remains of his mother for profit, gross abuse and mutilation of a corpse

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berryfait · 3 years ago

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🌸 Obligatory post-christmas post!!! I got a whole bunch of cute stuff this year!! :D

First, a fluffy tissue box cover that looks like a bunny!! It was a pain to find a tissue box that'd fit it lol

This Miki Sayaka figure!

Madoka Magica: The different story manga!

Hello kitty scissors!!!!

Big, fluffy, and soft hoodie with bunny ears on it!! Oh my god its literally the best texture

Another super cute skirt!

Big cat paw cushion!!

English version of the Gothic and Lolita bible!!! Ive been searching for these for ages so im so happy to finally own one!!!

A bunch of cute pins and accessories!

Kyubey plush!!

One of my gifts was paying for part of the new lolita dress im getting! I also got a few amazon gift cards, so i used them to get myself a new chair for my desk!! I wasn't able to fit it here, but i got the 2022 hatsune miku calendar as well!

#im also probably gonna buy myself the new birthday miku figure bc i have a bunch of gift cards for a figure site!#ferris speaks #ferris' post #christmas #christmas 2021 #kawaii #anime #cute #scissors tw #hello kitty #puella magi madoka magica #madoka magica #pmmm #sayaka miki #kyubey #plushies #anime plush #lolita fashion

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mwolf0epsilon · 3 years ago

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Imagine the potential chaos if someone were to teach the clones about the in-universe equivalent of April Fool's...

Realistically I'd think most of the battalions wouldn't really care for it. But the 501st learn about it and some of the younger troopers are stoked about a day where they're basically encouraged to have an all out prank war.

It starts out fairly harmless.

Bucket full of water rigged to a doorway, the good old hand-buzzer/buzzer-gum trick, hidden whoopie cushion, sticking googlie eyes to things, etc...

But eventually some of the boys start really taking the pranks a little too seriously and it stirs up a concerning amount of competitiveness.

Inevitably someone takes it a step too far...

Picture the scene:

A very disappointed Rex dressing down a group of troublesome troopers, while Fives and Jesse try to restrain an absolutely livid Dogma who is upset over the idiots having butchered and dyed Tup's hair a really bright magenta as a "joke".

Tup is clearly devastated and trying to hide the mess the troopers made of his hair. He refuses to take his bucket off and nothing anyone says seems to help cheer him up. He's put a lot of work behind getting his hair just the way he likes and now it's ruined...

Dogma, ever the pragmatic sort, hatches a plan to at least make Tup feel a little better about his ruined hair, since there's not really much he can do to fix it. Surprisingly (to him) everyone is on board and help him out.

An hour later Tup enters the barracks to find everyone has dyed their own hair a different neon color. They all clash horribly with the 501st blue, and the shades are such a retina-burning hue that even a graffiti artist would be appalled.

Tup ends up at the centre of a vodpile. He's sandwiched between Dogma who's sporting some really obnoxious lime green hair and Fives who's got neon orange hair and goatee combo. Hardcase has a bright purple pigtailed wig on (the more anime levels of absurd the better), while Jesse has cyan one (think Hatsune Miku). Kix has sharpied his lightning shaped fade bright yellow. Even Rex broke out the bubblegum pink dye for the occasion.

They all look ridiculous. Tup loves his Vode.

#star wars #the clone wars #501st battalion #Torrent Company #Captain Rex #Arc Trooper Fives #Arc Trooper Jesse #Clone Trooper Dogma #Clone Trooper Tup #Clone Trooper Hardcase #Clone Medic Kix #april fools #prank gone wrong #happy ending #fluffy comfort prompt

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rillianeriver · 3 years ago

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Twinkle Snow Miku 2017

This Winter, Snow Miku will be descending from the starry night sky! She's definitely adorable 💕

I already have the figma version but this cutie is really adorable. Although I am not too much into Vocaloids, I am starting to wonder if I should collect them. ❤️

2017 marks the 8th anniversary of Snow Miku, and the 2017 design was once again selected by fans through online votes between a selection of outfits all submitted to piapro by fans! This year the theme is 'Stars and Constellations of the Winter Hokkaido', and the winning Snow Miku design was illustrated by Nishina which has now been converted into this cute Nendoroid!

She comes with three expressions including a cute smiling expression, a winking expression with sparkles in her eyes as well as a sleepy expression! She also comes with constellation and snow cloud effect parts, a baton and an icy music stand allowing you to display her conducting a performance for the stars! Other optional accessories include a table with a starry tablecloth, a snow chair as well as some tea in a tea cup for her to sit down and have a tea party with Rabbit Yukine who is also of course included!

She also comes with icy effect parts to place at her feet, as well as a soft-looking star shaped cushion for her to hold - so many different accessories that incorporate both the 'stars' and 'snow'! Snow Miku has descended from the starry sky once again and is ready to join your collection!

Snow Miku is a character designed to enliven the Winter of Hokkaido. She was originally created due to a snow sculpture of Hatsune Miku made at the 2010 Sapporo Snow Festival, and has been a part of the 'SNOW MIKU' festival in Hokkaido every year since. The 2017 theme for Snow Miku is 'Stars and Constellations of the Winter Hokkaido'.

#nendoroid #nendo #hatsune miku #mikuhatsune #miku #miku figure #project mirai #chibi #kawaii #cute #snow miku #stars #lolita #collection #gsc #good smile company

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sparrellow · 5 years ago

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i can be ur angle or yuor devil

“I literally called you sexy. I winked at you. Then you sat on me and gave me a boner.”

It just so happens that the company's plans to revive Rin's failing idol status brings her closer to her previous partner-in-crime.

rating: T+ genre: romance/humor ships: rin/len word count: 6,974

Life in the idol world was tough.

Rin knew as much, because she, unfortunately, was an idol.

She wasn’t even sure how she got herself into this mess, but she was talent scouted at an age too young by Western standards, probably, and then forced into a duet with some bratty kid called Len.

The whole farce was that they looked almost exactly the same, and were the same age, and ‘had the same family name’ (they didn’t, but that was a long story). So, they were marketed as like, twins-by-chance-not-blood or mirror-images or gender-bend-friends or whatever.

That worked for a while, until Len went through puberty and became way too hot to duet with Rin, and his own popularity sky-rocketed so much that they were basically forced to be their own pop stars.

Alas, Rin was kind of just too damn average to go solo. Especially with more appealing talents in the charts, like Japan’s darling idol Miku Hatsune, or just, Len himself, she had no chance. All that could be concluded from this was that Rin was just too ugly and untalented.

After Meiko had heard Rin’s internal woes, she patted her roughly on the back and sighed.

“Oh, Rin. You’re not ugly or bad at singing. You wouldn’t have gotten this far if you were.”

Rin sniffled, and blew her ugly face into her handkerchief. Of course she’d started crying during the whole monologue, which made her sound and look even more ridiculous than before. “But I’m literally sucking. Even the manager has called an emergency meeting about my lack of popularity.”

That was true. Earlier that day, the manager had sent a text into the Vocaloid Idol Group Chat™ calling for an emergency meeting to save a certain idol’s plunging fanbase. Even if he didn’t name her directly, literally everyone in the group chat knew it was about her.

How embarrassing. Even Miku and Len saw it. She wanted to die.

Meiko tutted, shaking her head. “You know, you’ve been a duet with Len for almost your whole career. Everyone knows you as part of a duet. So, of course your image might suffer a little with such a sudden change as you go into solo careers. The manager just needs to figure out how to market you in a way that shows idol fans how truly spectacular you are as a solo idol. That’s all.”

Rin wailed. “That’s the thing. I’m not spectacular as a solo idol. I’m just painfully average.”

“Lies!” her companion said. “Rin, you are so cute. Like, you can take anything and make it cute. And your voice is unique, like Len’s. It doesn’t have to be like Miku’s to be special, it’s already special as is.”

She dabbed at her tears and sniffled again. Her stupid idol makeup was running down her face, making her look like she’d just crawled out of a TV set showing a horror movie. Even Miku would still look painfully beautiful crying, and not like some unfortunate Halloween-costume-gone-wrong.

“Thanks Meiko,” Rin said. “I don’t believe a word you said but thanks for trying to comfort me anyway.”

Meiko rolled her eyes, giving her another rough pat on the back. “Would you believe me if I was Len telling you all that stuff?”

The mention of Len made her ears turn pink. “Hmm,” she said, knowing the point her senior idol was making.

Meiko smirked. “That’s right.”

The brunette then left Rin to cry like a baby by herself in the private idol lobby of their record company building. To be honest, it would be humiliating if anyone else saw her like this, but she couldn’t bring herself to move somewhere more private to cry. Besides, everyone knew her career was going down the toilet.

Perhaps she would’ve been able to bounce back more if things were different, but a certain Blonde Boy with a Very Attractive Face made it all the more complicated.

Here was the catch: Rin was totally enamored of Len.

It was a bit sad, really. And it hadn’t always been so cliched-romance-story, with her pining after his very nicely shaped ass. In the beginning, they actually sort of hated each other, with her wanting to kick his ass to the moon.

He was the most self-absorbed dingus at first, and he would play pranks on her constantly. They weren’t even good pranks—like, once he put a whoopee cushion on her seat during a meeting and found that hilarious.

Of course, with time, they grew on each other and actually became very good friends. They had secret jokes with each other, they played pranks on other idols, they watched horror movies until dawn and then slept on the couch together for the rest of the week because they were too scared to sleep in their own beds.

It couldn’t be helped that Rin eventually fell for Len. Daring, mischievous, but charming Len. He always knew how to make her smile (or tear her hair out with frustration).

But for the sake of professionalism, she never dared uttering her true feelings to him—only confiding in Meiko from time to time, since she was the only Vocaloid she could trust. It sucked, but she couldn’t risk ruining the relationship between them, thus ruining their career had Len demanded they should go solo.

Of course, then they grew up. Len’s voice changed, as well as his appearance, and soon his own popularity outgrew the popularity of the duet itself. The manager made the wise choice to break them up. He went solo, with much success.

Rin, however, flopped like a suffocating fish out of water.

With his success, he moved on to doing occasional collaborations with Miku Hatsune, the record company’s most popular idol. She was, by definition, probably a global superstar at this stage. She toured internationally. She had fans of all nationalities, ages, genders, so have it. She was beautiful and cute and talented, and Len had finally made it far enough to sing with her.

It made Rin’s blood boil, because she was petty and jealous. She was also worried. Miku was just so perfect. It was inevitable that Len would fall for her, right? They were perfect for each other. Perfect people love other perfect people.

Rin blew her nose noisily and sunk back into the lounge chair. This sucked. This sucked.

Gumi appeared, having heard her meltdown, and offered some makeup wipes to fix her face.

Rin took them graciously.

“Is this about the text from the manager in the group chat?” she asked, handing her another wipe after Rin had used up the other one.

Rin just looked at her and said nothing. There was no need to say anything.

Gumi didn’t press and fell silent. She was a nice idol. She wasn’t nearly as successful as the others, but she was quite popular in her own way. At least she was kind enough to not nag about the matter.

Another sad thing about popularity was that Len soon became distant once they parted ways. They used to be so close, but now Rin felt like she couldn’t even approach him unless approached herself. Of course they talked, but only occasionally. Their careers had drifted so far apart they barely saw each other anyway.

Had their friendship only survived because they were a duet? Was Len glad to be a solo artist now and not having to deal with her anymore? It was sad to think about.

Gumi squeezed Rin’s shoulder and gave her a reassuring smile. “It’ll all work out, Rin,” she said. Then she handed her her pack of makeup wipes. “You can keep them. I have plenty of extras anyway. Take care of yourself, okay?”

“Thank you,” Rin said, watching as she jumped up from the couch and skipped off. (Probably to do better things than comfort a failing idol.)

Soon came the time for the not-so long-awaited yet very-muchly-apprehended emergency meeting to fix Rin’s poor career.

She didn’t want to go. She’d rather be curled up in her room, stuffing her face with chocolate and crying over poorly-written teen romance on Netflix. But Meiko had practically dragged her to the meeting room, makeup-less and in her go-to comfort clothes: a stained, baggy sweater and yoga pants.

Rin had already been humiliated enough as is, so showing up in this state couldn’t be any worse.

Supposedly.

Like fate itself had it in for her, Len also showed up in the elevator on the way to the meeting. He did a double take when he saw her.

“Oh, Rin! I almost didn’t recognise you.”

Rin then promptly burst into tears.

Len blinked at her in confusion and panic. “I, uh, didn’t mean that in a bad way—”

Meiko just put a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry. She’s just being fragile.”

He looked at Rin with an eye of concern, but said nothing more.

They filed into the meeting room in silence, and Len took a seat at a distance from her. Much to her further dismay, Miku took the seat right next to him, and they started chatting and showing each other things on their phones.

Rin didn’t know if she was going to have a tantrum or a breakdown.

The meeting began with the manager going over sales-related information, and just general, boring business things. About half-an-hour into the meeting, though, he set aside his stacks of paper, clasped his hands in front of him and leaned forward; a look that meant serious business.

Oh boy.

“I’ve discussed with both the marketing and sales department leaders as to where to go next with Vocaloid’s image. As you know, the idol market is ever-changing and in demand of fresh concepts. We’ve decided on a new image for some idols, and we appreciate everyone’s understanding and cooperation with this change.”

Translation: Rin’s career is going down the toilet, so we need to make her more interesting or something.

“Miku and Len,” the manager addressed. The pair straightened up with serious expressions. “I want you two to have a new image. You’re both our most successful idols, and your fanbase is very supportive of your every move. This is why we feel it’s best for you to take on an image of innocence and purity. You will become Vocaloid’s angels.”

Rin was already sinking down into her seat. This was going so terribly awful. Miku and Len? Angels? Together? She couldn’t even see where this was going for her.

Unfortunately, she’d find out very, very soon, as the manager then fixated his gaze on her.

“Rin. Ever since going solo, your fanbase has been dwindling and sales for both your albums, new singles, and lives, have been suffering.” Oof. “The marketing department has acknowledged this is a fault of their own, for not better marketing your image as something new and fresh after splitting from your duet with Len. We didn’t anticipate Len’s popularity to skyrocket so much that it would overshadow your own success.”

Everyone’s eyes were on her. Including Len’s.

“Your image has always been cute and innocent, and while you fit it quite well, the market is flooded too much with idols like you. That’s why we decided, you will become our devil.”

Rin almost fell out of her chair. Her entire face lit up red like a traffic light.

A devil. A devil. They were going to make Miku and Len innocent and pure, and her evil and chaotic like Satan? Wow. Wow. Rin never wanted to die more than now.

“A devil may sound bad, but we want to combine your current cute image with something mischievous, cheeky, alluring. The current idol market lacks that sort of appeal, and we believe people would become quite attracted to it. You’ll be cute, but with a twist of something dark. We think this new image will suit you quite well.”

Okay, so, Rin representing evil was like a match made in heaven? Did she radiate chaotic evil energy or something? She literally couldn’t even kill a fly without wanting to cry with guilt.

“Any questions or concerns about our decisions?” the manager asked the group.

The room was silent.

“Good,” he said with a smile. “Miku, Rin, Len. Please stay for further discussion about our next campaign. The rest of you are free to leave.”

Meiko shot Rin a sympathetic look before leaving, and once the room emptied out, the manager motioned for the trio to move closer.

“First, do you three have anything you would like to say regarding these changes?” he asked them, sorting through his paperwork to find his notes.

It was quiet a moment, before Len slowly put up his hand.

“Yes?”

“Why are Miku and I involved with this image chance if we’re fine in terms of sales and popularity?”

Big oof. But, honestly, it was a question on Rin’s mind, too. Why were they involved with this miserable attempt at reviving her career?

“While you two are both doing very well, the sales department has noticed that you two have both, er, capped for your sales, and they're no longer increasing. They predicted that it could decrease as people become bored with your current images, so in order to prevent that, we wanted to take a different approach.”

It was Miku and Len’s turn to blush.

“Besides, your popularity will help promote Rin to a larger audience, which is why your next campaign will be together.”

Rin wanted to hide under the table.

“Any other questions?”

Everyone shook their heads, so the manager moved on. “As I said, your next campaign will be together. We were thinking of doing a photoshoot to promote a popular brand of clothing, and using that as a base of your new image. Respectively, Len and Miku promoting a more soft, pure style of clothing, and Rin, promoting a more gothic look.”

Rin? Gothic? Was she going to have to change her stage name to Darkness or Elvira or Raven Way to suit her image, too?

“We’ll see how this goes. If the campaign gains enough popularity, we’ll keep moving forward, perhaps on to new songs and collaborations with each other.”

The manager then relayed the information for the photoshoot, asked for any more questions, and after receiving no further response, dismissed them.

Miku said nothing much once they left the meeting room, simply excusing herself as 'she had business to get to'. Len stayed behind, staring at the carpet between him and Rin.

“So, uh, what do you think?” he asked.

Rin looked at him. “I’m so sorry you two have to get involved with me.”

Len snorted. “Don’t be ridiculous. We don’t care about that. But you care, right?”

“I guess I don’t really want to be Satan, but…” she said in a low voice.

He chuckled, and Rin’s face grew warm. “Yeah. I can understand it. But, not saying you’re evil or anything, I feel like some cute devil image would totally suit you.”

“Excuse me?”

Len dodged her elbow, stepping back. “I mean, you’re already cute. Putting angel wings on you would be boring. But you with some devil wings? I can see the appeal—”

Rin didn’t know whether to be flattered or offended. She stepped on his foot to stop him mid-sentence. “Don’t mock it!”

“I’m not,” he said with a grin. “I’m just saying, it’ll be interesting to see what they’ll do with your image.”

She flushed. “Yeah, well, I wonder what they’ll do with yours.”

He laughed and turned away, starting off down the hall. “Don’t knock it until we’ve tried it, Rin,” he said over his shoulder.

Rin sighed. He had a point… but.

Still.

She had tried it, and was ready to knock it.

Rin stared at her reflection in complete and utter mortification. Her wardrobe for the photoshoot was something she'd only be caught dead in. One outfit was a long, black dress that made her look a bit like a nun. The other outfit—her current one—consisted of leather shorts, a black corset top, fishnet tights, and lots of unnecessary ribbons.

Oh, and platform boots, but they were kind of cool.

She grimaced at the stupid devil accessories she had to wear. Seriously? A tail? Wings? Little horns? This was a nightmare.

Meanwhile, Miku could wear this pretty, floral dress and cute, frilly overall skirt. She looked so soft and fluffy and it made Rin want to throw herself into piranha-infested waters.

Len appeared behind her reflection in the mirror. He had matching overall pants to Miku’s skirt, and a frilly, white button-up shirt with a ribbon at the neck. Rin never knew she needed to see him in soft, feminine clothing until now.

“I told you it’d suit you,” he said with a shit-eating grin.

“I look like I just walked out of a 90s vampire-romance manga.”

Len snickered. “Yeah, well, you would fit in really well with the kids in Harajuku,” he said. “Anyway, you’re totally giving off cute-sexy vibes.”

“How can one be cute and sexy?” Rin asked, not sure to take what he said seriously, let alone as a compliment.

He began playing with her tail, using it to hit her in the legs. “I don’t know. But you somehow do it.”

Her face burst into flames. Thank god her makeup was thick enough to hide that (though her ears were giving away the secret).

Len then walked off, as if nothing ever happened, but that was basically his signature move. The guy was really good at making her melt and not noticing it at all.

The first shoot was with Miku, and the photographer seemed to be really into making it weirdly intimate, so it felt rather homoerotic. Not that Rin cared, because, well, even she felt slightly gay for Miku.

That aside, it was pretty uneventful. Miku was polite, and laughed when her tail kept knocking the set pieces over.

Next was Miku and Len. Since they were ‘angels’, they did, like, angel-ly things or whatever. Looking beautiful, eating grapes and watching humans make fools of themselves. (That was what the photographer said.)

Of course, some poses made Rin’s blood curdle with jealousy as she stood to the side watching, in between the makeup and hair artist fussing about her appearance. But her prayers were soon answered as Miku was sent off set and Rin called up to start her shoot with Len.

“So, you two were partners, right?” the photographer asked, as he set them up for the first pose.

“A duet, yes,” Rin said.

“Hmm,” the photographer said, in a way that was slightly concerning.

The first few poses were fairly tame. Rin being evil, Len being good. “Steal his grapes,” the photographer ordered. “Okay, good, now look sad because she stole your grapes.”

Why were grapes even a part of this weird shoot? What did they have to do with heaven and hell, or whatever the theme was?

“So, now, Len, I want you to look sad for your partner. She’s become evil.”

Rin frowned at the directions, and Len burst out laughing in her face. “Sorry, I’m sorry,” he apologised to the photographer.

“Rin, you want to lure Len over to the dark side.”

Len snickered again, his expression faltering just for a moment. Rin rolled her eyes, and followed the directions for how she should pose.

She placed a hand on his cheek, leaning over him and pressing a finger to her lips. He looked up at her with wide eyes, and for a moment she thought it was his actual expression, before she remembered the context of the photo and yada yada yada.

The photographer repositioned them a few times, telling Rin to play with his hair and Len to act as if he was pushing her away.

The whole time, Rin could only think about how bright red her ears were, and how the photo editor would probably have to photoshop them back to a human colour.

Eventually it came to the last photo of them together.

“Okay. Len, you have given in. Your devil has lured you to the dark side.”

Rin wanted to face-palm. Len raised his eyebrows at her and winked.

“Creep,” she muttered to him.

“Hey, you’re the one dressed in leather right now,” he said.

“Yeah, and it’s giving me a massive wedgie.”

Len snorted. “TMI, Rin.”

The photographer began unbuttoning Len’s shirt somewhat. “Rin, hold his collar and motion like you’re trying to take off his shirt.”

“Why,” she said without thinking, and the photographer stopped to look at her questioningly. Len was laughing into his hand. She cleared her throat. “Sorry, I was kidding.”

As if wanting revenge, the photographer then instructed, “Also, I want you to sit on his lap, so that you’re both facing each other.”

Len stopped laughing, checking to see if the photographer was serious. (He was.)

Rin, with the very last remaining bit of courage, reluctantly sat down so that she was straddling Len. Their eyes met, and they pretty much communicated silent apologies to each other.

She held onto his shirt as per instruction, pretending that she was unbuttoning it. A hint of his bare stomach peaked through at her, and she almost screamed.

Len was told to hold her waist. The poor boy seemed humiliated.

Imagine having to shoot something this grossly intimate with someone you’re incredibly not attracted to, Rin thought. That was probably what was going through his brain.

After being repositioned a few times, the photoshoot between them was finally over, and Rin leapt off his legs like she had been sitting on flames the whole time.

“I’m sorry,” she said to him, and Len looked at her with surprise.

“Why are you sorry?”

“Oh, just. That pose was a bit… Uh.”

He shook his head and patted her shoulder. “No need to apologise, Rin. It’s part of the job.”

Right. Right.

It’s part of the job.

She didn’t know why those words stung as much as they did.

The rest of the shoot was fairly tame. Perhaps the photographer sensed their discomfort with that one position, but he didn’t really force them into any intimate positions after that. Thank god (but Rin was also a little disappointed, you know, because …).

Once they wrapped up the shoot and returned to regular human form, Miku suggested that they order pizza and chill out at her apartment.

As they headed there in a taxi, Len nudged Rin and gave her this pouty expression.

“I’m so sad they didn’t let you keep the devil wings and stuff,” he said.

“Why, did you want to wear them?” Rin asked.

“No!” Len exclaimed, looking flustered at such a suggestion. “I—I—”

Miku chuckled at them from the front seat. “You two are really close, aren’t you?”

“What?” Rin said.

Miku and Len both looked at her, surprised by her response.

“I mean, we barely even talk anymore.”

A strange expression crossed Len’s face, and he opened his mouth to say something, before snapping it shut and turning away to stare out the window. Miku watched this, before looking back at Rin.

“Really?” she said. “It doesn’t seem that way to me.”

Then Miku turned back to face the front.

Rin was silent. Had she said something wrong? She thought Len would laugh about it or agree, but…

She sighed and turned to stare out the window as well. She could tell pizza was going to be awkward.

As expected, pizza was pretty awkward.

Len was very strangely serious with everything, and Miku tried desperately to lighten the mood. Eventually, Rin gave up and made some excuse about needing to get home so she could call her parents.

She stared at her long-untouched LINE chat with Len while waiting at the station for the next train home. It was only the truth, though; what she’d said. They'd used to talk every day, whether it be in person or through text. But then one day, he'd just stopped, and so did she.

Was it her fault, or something? She had tried initiating conversation before, but they’d died rather quickly. To be honest, today’s photoshoot was the first time they’d talked that much in like, a year or so.

So why was Len so upset about what she said?

He seemed to ignore her after that, or avoided her as much as possible. Even in the followup meetings between him, Miku, her and the manager, he avoided her gaze entirely.

The manager gave them some pictures from the shoot at their last meeting, saying their photos would be in the next volume of Sara, a pretty popular alternative fashion magazine.

One of the photos he’d given them happened to be that pose.

Rin stared at it. It felt incredibly unnatural and awkward at the time, but as a photo, it looked peaceful and natural, and the expression on Len’s face was something different, almost as if he truly was captivated by her or something. Had they mysteriously photoshopped all their humiliation out of the picture?

When she got home from work, she stuck it on the wall above her bed, alongside other photos from their many escapades in the years before. It hadn’t grown much since they went solo, so it was nice to have a new addition.

Rin still felt miserable about it all. She didn’t know if she should message him an apology, or try talking to him about it, because she just didn’t understand.

She pulled out her phone and called Meiko.

Meiko picked up on the third ring. “What can I help you with, Little Miss Devil?”

“Oh no. Let me guess. You saw the photos?”

“Of course. Miku and Len were showing everyone in the lobby. Your butt looked really nice in those pants.”

“Please don’t remind me of my trauma,” Rin moaned, thinking back to her killer wedgie. She was pretty sure she got chafing from those shorts.

“So, what’s up? You don’t just call me for small talk.”

Rin winced, realising she’d kind of used Meiko as a bit of a therapist lately.

Nevertheless.

“It… it’s Len.”

“Len, huh? What did he do?”

“It’s not what he did, more so what I did.”

Meiko was silent for a moment. “Hmm.”

Rin hesitated. “What?”

“I think I know what you did. Miku told me about what happened a few weeks ago, and was asking for context or whatever.”

“What did you tell her?”

“Nothing,” Meiko said smoothly. “Anyway, I was waiting for you to talk to me about it, because I only have one thing to tell you: Talk to him about it.”

Rin clenched her jaw. “Talk to him about it? Why?”

“Because I’m not Len and I can’t tell you what his problem is.”

“Wait,” she said. “Has Len told you about this?”

Meiko hummed. “Not specifically, but I know some things.”

Rin began to tug at her hair, anxious. “Wait. What. What does that mean?”

“Rin,” Meiko said in a firm voice. “From one experienced adult to a less-experienced adult: communication is key.”

Not letting her get another word of protest in, the woman hung up.

Rin stared at her phone in her hand. She was mentally pooping herself. What was going on? What terrible, awful thing was going to happen next?

Reluctantly, she opened her LINE chat with Len and began writing a message to him.

Much to her surprise, Len agreed to meet up at a cafe on their day off. It was one of those hole-in-the-wall cafes, so not really busy anyway, and they took a seat in the far back corner of the shop, where it was more private for a serious discussion.

He was very quiet the whole time, until they’d settled into their seats. He looked up at her, sitting back in his chair. “So, what did you want to talk about?” he asked, straight to the point.

Rin hadn’t elaborated the reason for the talk or anything, let alone even thought about how she would broach the topic. “Uh, um…” she said, staring down at the menu in front of her. Did she want milk tea, or something herbal? She wasn’t sure how pleasant the conversation was going to be, and if shit were to hit the fan somehow, maybe she should avoid dairy in case her (anxious) shit were to also, figuratively, hit the fan.

Len raised an eyebrow at her.

“About… the day of the photoshoot,” Rin finally said, settling on just getting straight to the point. “I’m sorry about what I said. I didn’t realise it was going to upset you. It… I didn’t say it to hurt you, or be mean, or anything.”

He shifted in his chair, picking up his menu to read. “You don’t need to apologise for it. I know what you meant. And it’s true.”

Rin bit her lip. “But I still upset you.”

Len looked at her over the top of the menu. “I’m not looking for your apology,” he said in a low voice. “I don’t want it.”

“Oh.” Ouch.

He put his menu down. “Have you decided what you want, yet?”

“Yeah."

“What do you want?”

Rin blinked at him a few times, before acknowledging he wasn’t going to move on before she gave an answer. “Er, I’ll just get some yuzu tea.”

“No food?” he asked, pointing at the cake and sweets menu.

She shook her head, and he stood from his chair. Was he going to leave?

Then he pulled his wallet out from his pocket. “Well, I’ll get you something anyway,” he said, and left to order the food before she could protest.

Rin stared down at her knees, tears stinging the corners of her eyes. She quickly wiped them away and willed herself not to cry in front of him. Again.

What did he mean about not apologising? What did he want, then? Was he just really, really mad at her?

She glanced over her shoulder to check he hadn’t just run away, but he was at the counter, making their order.

Right. She needed to pay him back for this, too. She pulled out her purse and checked she had enough change to give him.

“How much?” she asked when he sat down.

“No,” he said, eyes narrowing in on her purse.

Rin ignored his response, counting out her coins to give him. Before she could hand them over, he reached out and pushed her hand back to her.

“Really, Rin,” Len insisted. “You don’t have to pay me back.”

Sulking, she dropped the coins back into her purse and put it away.

They both fell into silence until their order came. Len had gotten honey toast for them to share.

It was like old times; when they used to always hang out together, when they would order something crazy like a giant parfait meant for four people and try to finish it all without making themselves sick.

Rin couldn’t help but frown.

Len paused when handing her a spoon. “Do you not like honey toast?”

“Huh?” she said, glancing up at him. “Oh, no. It’s fine.”

He raised an eyebrow at her.

Rin tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, digging the spoon into the dessert. “It’s just nostalgic, that’s all.”

Len gazed at her.

She looked away from him, embarrassed by the very intense-and-direct eye contact he was giving her.

He then said, “Rin, I know we’ve gone our own ways and fallen out of contact, but you do know I consider you one of my closest friends, right? Just because we don’t talk as much as we used to, or see each other that much anymore, doesn’t mean I don’t think of you as someone special to me.”

Rin flushed. She set down her spoon on the table, losing her appetite. “So, you are mad at me about what I said.”

Len opened his mouth, like he was about to protest, but then he hung his head. “It’s… not…” he said, before sighing in defeat. “It’s more so, I’m sad that… that’s how you think. I’m sad that things made you feel like we weren’t good friends anymore.”

She wanted to cry again, but held her breath in an attempt to stop the tears. “Mmmmmmm,” was all she could say.

He then rested his head in his hand, playing with his spoon in the other. “I guess maybe I’ve been a bit careless about it all and I haven’t really… thought about how you’ve been feeling. And what you said made me realise that.”

“It’s my fault,” Rin began to blubber. “I should’ve talked about it sooner rather than just making the assumption you weren’t interested in me anymore.”

Len glanced up at her, noticing her ugly crying face, and reached for a napkin to hand to her. She hid behind it, trying to silence her loud sobs.

“Rin, we worked together for so long. I couldn’t just throw away our friendship after that,” he said with a pained expression.

Rin wiped her face and sighed. “I know. I’m being unreasonable. But… seeing you with Miku and everything, it just…”

Len snorted. “Miku and I, we’re friends, well, more like colleagues, but we don’t, you know, click like you and I do. Sure, we hang out and talk and stuff, but with you… I can just be me. You laugh at all my jokes. With Miku, it’s not like that. It’s not always fun and easy and natural like it is with you.”

Her ears began to burn. “Len…” she said. God. Just rip out her heart right there. He was saying all these nice things about them being friends, and she didn’t know whether to be happy or sad. Well, of course she was happy, but… she wished it was more than just. Friendship.

Maybe it was time she just. Laid it flat on the table. Killed two birds with one stone. Set the whole kitchen on fire and just get it all out.

Len looked at her from across the table, spoon in hand, waiting expectantly for her to continue with what she wanted to say.

Rin sucked in a breath, pushed back her tears and smacked her hands on the table, making both herself and Len jump, and also everyone else within earshot.

He blinked. “Rin—”

“Len,” she said, before realising she had no idea what she wanted to say next. She’d stood from her seat and was leaning across the table, staring at him. Her face grew warm as panic began to set in. Okay, okay, just say something at least, because this was getting awkward. “Len.”

Len gulped. “Yes?”

Rin sucked in a shaky breath. Okay. Here we go. Here we go—

“Marry me please,” she blurted.

Len dropped his spoon on the floor.

Rin had never run so fast to the bathroom in her life. She didn’t even stick around to hear his response (nor see his reaction). She just high-tailed it to somewhere where she could emergency call Meiko for advice.

“I just proposed to Len,” she cried as soon as Meiko answered the phone.

There was a moment of silence, before she said, “Congratulations?”

“I’m serious,” Rin said. “I literally told him to marry me.”

“Good for you.”

“Meiko! What do I do? I can’t go back out there and face him after that!”

Meiko sighed. “Where are you?”

“In the bathroom.”

She snorted. “So you just left him there after that? Did you even wait for his answer?”

“No! Of course not! Why would I wait for rejection?!”

“How do you know he was going to reject you? Did you see the future, or something, Rin?”

“Well, no , but—”

“Rin,” Meiko said, her tone suddenly very serious. “I’m not your fairy godmother. I can’t help you out of this situation. Go back out there and talk to him. Len is your friend, isn’t he? Do you think he’d completely destroy you as a rejection? Does that sound like him? Think about it.”

Rin did think about it. “Well… no… maybe…”

“So, what are you doing? Don’t leave him there by himself to wonder what the hell is going on.”

She closed her eyes, leaned back against the back of the toilet and pinched the bridge of her nose. A few beats of silence passed, before she let out an exhale. “Okay. Okay. I’ll do it.”

“Good. Now, get your ass out of the bathroom, you disgusting creature.”

“R-right! Thank you Meiko!”

Rin hung up, sat on the toilet for a moment longer, before getting up to check her reflection in the mirror and emerge with caution from the bathroom. A part of her felt relief seeing Len still at their table, another part felt pure and utter terror.

He was on his phone with a serious expression, and she had no idea how to decipher that.

Without a word, she took her seat across from him and had a mouthful of her citrus tea (which had long gone cold).

Len glanced up, looking surprised, and just stared at her with wide eyes.

Okay.

Damage control.

Okay.

Rin took a breath. “So, um, I panicked…” she began to explain.

Len cocked an eyebrow.

“The truth is,” she said, staring down hard at the barely-touched honey toast in front of them. “The truth is that you’re really hot.”

Oh boy. This was going south really fast.

“Thank… you?” Len said, confused.

Rin smacked her forehead. “Yeah, like, so, um, I’m, you know…”

He tilted his head. “I don’t know.”

She sucked in a sharp breath, and it all began pouring out of her mouth like vomit.

“I’ve been really attracted to you for like ever and it’s been eating me up inside and everything just feels a lot worse because I really like you and I don’t know how to handle it but you know I’m happy to just be friends if that’s not reciprocated because I never really wanted to confess my feelings to you anyway and I know it’s not professional or anything but please don’t hate me just because I like you like way more than a friend because I also like being friends with you please don’t hate me.”

Len blinked several times, processing that flood of information, before opening his mouth to speak.

Rin clapped her hands over her ears and cried, “It’s okay! You don’t need to answer! I just wanted to get that off my chest! Let’s forget this ever happened and move on.”

He shook his head at her. “No.”

She lowered her hands. No? That’s it? Just no?

Well, okay then. Alright. Cool cool cool.

Rin sat back in her chair, dazed and uncertain how to take in such a completely cold rejection.

“No, I don’t want to forget this happened,” he continued. Wait. What? He averted his gaze to the table, rubbing his hands together. “I don’t really understand why you think I’d hate you or something.”

She gawked at him. “Wh… what do you mean…?”

Len dug a hand into his hair, scrunching up his fringe in his fist. He looked up at her from under his dark lashes. “Rin, I literally flirted with you the entire photoshoot.”

Rin almost choked on her own saliva. “You—wh—huh. ”

He pressed his palms together, using his thumbs to massage the space between his eyebrows. “I literally called you sexy. I winked at you. Then you sat on me and gave me a boner.”

Her soul left her body. It just upped and left. See you later, humanity. I’m outta here.

Rin slid down in her chair, looking up at the ceiling. “I didn’t even notice,” she said, feeling like the world’s biggest clown.

“I’m surprised you didn’t even notice,” he continued. “That thing was like rock hard. I was shitting myself. I was praying so hard no one else would notice. I never felt so close to death in my entire life.”

“Not the boner, Len,” she said. “I mean, I didn’t notice that either but—the flirting. I meant the flirting.”

“Oh.”

“I just thought your pants were really stiff or something.”

“Aha… well.”

Rin smacked her palm against her forehead again. “I can’t believe it. I just thought you were teasing me for having to be a devil or whatever.”

“While that is quite hilarious, I was way too turned on by you at the photoshoot to mock the fact that we were dressed like the occult.”

She was defeated. That’s it? She’d been panicking over this for… nothing?

Wait. Wait a minute.

Meiko… Meiko had totally pushed her to do this, despite the chance of her getting rejected. Which meant…

Meiko totally knew Len felt the same way.

That… evil…!

“So, like, does this mean we’re dating, or…?” Len asked.

Rin turned beet red at the mention of dating. Dating Len. Wow. Wow. Just wow. Big fat wow.

“Y-yes?” she squeaked.

He grinned at her, a mischievous glint in his eye. “So, does that mean I can have you sit on me again?”

“Never mind I changed my mind—”

“Noooo—”

Rin smiled and sat forward, leaning across the table. She remembered the look on his face from the photoshoot, with his wide eyes staring up at her as she had leaned over him, playing with his hair. She wanted to see that look. She wanted to see it again.

Len gazed at her as she reached out and grabbed the collar of his shirt. She brought her face close to his. “Only if we go to your apartment after this. I haven’t cleaned mine for a month.”

“That’s disgusting,” he said into her face. “Sounds good.”

Then she kissed him on the lips.

It was awesome.

#vocaloid #fanfiction #kagamines #kagamine mirrors #rin kagamine #len kagamine #kagamine rin #kagamine len #rinlen #lenrin #rinxlen #lenxrin #vocaloid fanfiction #wrote this in one sitting and it shows #honestly this was like a crack fic basically #enjoy tho #omg had to go fix all my line breaks realised they Didnt compute #rip

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The Classifieds Ch. 1

Title: The Classifieds Fandom: Beetlejuice (Movie) Pairings: Beetlejuice/Reader Ratings: Explicit Chapters: 1/? Summary: A curious leaflet falls into your possession on the day you move into your new place. You decide to call on the services of one 'bio-exorcist' and realize that you might be crushing pretty hard on a dead guy. How seductive can a sleaze like Beetlejuice really be?

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Moving into a new place was already a pain in the neck. Moving all by yourself? The worst. Well, except when you donated all your furniture to Goodwill because you knew that you weren’t strong enough to lug it up the teetering second story floor where your new place was. So, three big poofy comforters, several dozen pillows, stuffed animals, and many, many boxes full of weird 80’s toys later… Well, you collapsed in your makeshift nest and enjoying the rest of your busy evening in total silence.

The only lights you had were battery-powered string lights because the electric company hadn’t turned the power on yet, so you made it a lazy, comfy space all your own.

But without power, you couldn’t sit down and edit on your laptop or even use your phone (you’d need it to be on power-saving mode until the lights came on.) So you tried reading. That worked until the sun went down and your shitty vision was impaired. Then you tried sleeping but every creak of the apartment settling gave you a fright.

You idly flipped through the leaflets you had gotten in the mail around, squinting to see if there were any coupons to use. A small business card fell into you lap:

Betelgeuse: The 'Bio-Exorcist'

Call BETELGEUSE, BETELGEUSE, BETELGEUSE!

You snorted. It was cute! Maybe you wouldn’t throw it away. But… there was no number on the back? You flipped it around and held it to the light. Nada.

“Pft. Like a dorkier version of Bloody Mary.” There was a smile on your face and you folded the paper up neatly to put in your wallet.

With a yawn and a stretch, you arose from your nest and waltzed into the bathroom to brush your teeth. The only light you had was a pocket flashlight you had gotten along attached to a rape whistle from some medical center long ago. You stared into the mirror for a moment as you patted your face with a warm towel.

“Bloody Mary, I don’t believe in you. Bloody Mary, I don’t believe in you. Bloody Mary, I don’t believe in you.”

You waited. Nothing. You shrugged your shoulders. That myth had been scary when you were younger but it never yielded any results.

As you started brushing out your hair, you continued.

“Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice…”

Another yawn and you closed the medicine cabinet before you changed into your nightgown and waltzed back into your bedroom. You flopped into your makeshift bed and stared at the card once again.

“What the hell is a Beetlejuice?”

Had you been looking at the mirror for a moment longer, you would’ve seen Bloody Mary, hair done up in curlers and charcoal face mask covering her very surprised expression before flickering away the moment you began to speak the words for the other spirit.

He was… stronger? Maybe that was the wrong word. Mary only had a passing interest in terrifying people, whereas Beetlejuice?

He thrived on it. Hell, almost got off on it, if he was honest. There was something delicious about scaring the living shit out of breathers.

So, Mary never stepped in when it was clear that the person had moved onto summoning him, instead. It’d be rude.

And summon him you did.

The lights flickered for a moment before shutting off, throwing the entire room into a pitch-black darkness that shouldn’t have been possible. Some of the light outside should still have been filtering in, or at the very least there should have been moonlight. Something. Anything. but all you got was darkness.

Darkness and the faint feeling that you were no longer the only one there.

After a brief moment, there was the distinctive sound of slithering and something crawled across your foot, wrapping around it as the lights flickered back on to reveal a… guy?

Well, a slob. He was normally built everywhere except for his stomach where he was decidedly bulky enough with a round beer belly. His hair was wild and all over the place - you couldn’t decide if his hair was white, blond, or green from the moss covering every inch of him. He looked like a bad Halloween decoration you’d leave on the porch to scare neighbors away from trick-or-treating.

“Why hell-o there, sweetcheeks,” he purred, voice somewhere between when you inhaled a fat cigar and the flush of a toilet. “You called?”

You yelped, flinging your blanket off you in a state of panic before grabbing your phone and fumbling to turn the camera light back on. You didn’t have a chance. The lights came back on to illuminate the figure in front of you and you shrunk in your seat.

And then you squinted.

“What the fuck?” you managed to gasp. “What the ever-loving fuck.”

Your hands instinctively reached for a pillow to cling onto for dear life and to use as a potential weapon if he got any closer.

“Holy fuck, there’s a fucking crazy homeless man in my fucking house and he looks like Riff-Raff from Rocky Horror fucked a pile of moss. What the fuck.”

Had you not been completely terrified, you would have said he was kinda cute. Kinda. If you were into creepy corpses with shit-eating grins.

“I understood-” Beetlejuice paused, counting on his grimy fingers for a moment and having to think about what he was about to say. “More than half of those words, I think. But I’ll go ahead and treat ‘em like compliments, babes.”

There was a wide grin on his face that displayed his crooked teeth and showed off some of the most prime real estate for bugs that existed in this or any other plane of existence. It would have been charming to a certain type of people, but as you had not taken any hard drugs in your life, the chance of you being one of those types of people was slim.

Spitting into one hand and using it to slick his hair back in a manner that usually turned a few stomachs, the ghostly, grody apparition leered down at you in what could almost be likened to a man leering at his hangover-curing breakfast after a long night drinking.

“Beetlejuice, at your service. Bio-exorcist and professional haunter since the late black plague.” He swiftly bowed and smirked. “What can I do for ya, little breather?””

“Oh, you’re Beetlejuice? I mean, I guess… that makes sense.”

You paused and sat up, staring at him over and over again, your heart still racing. He certainly made the place smell damper than an apartment in this neck of the woods usually was.

“Uh. Your ad - well, I found your ad in my mail. It was pretty vague. It just said to call your name three times-”

You reached out and touched his leg and then quickly recoiled. Oh, he was real. You were not dying.

“What the fuck. Am I really seeing you? I swear to God I don’t use coke or anything weird and - holy shit - you’re real.” You poked at him. “You’re actually here and not some Hatsune Miku hologram what the fuck is happening.”

You scrunched your face up and furrowed your brow.

“Bio-exorcist? …Living exorcisms?” you frowned. “Shouldn’t it just be ‘exorcist’?”

Pursing his dangerously chapped lips, the poltergeist frowned at you and let his bushy brows furrow into a look of confusion, mimicking your expression.

“I’m real, dollface. What, you didn’t think my business card was serious?”

Oh, now that was worrying. He’d spread those out as much as possible during his last visit to the world of the living, and what if people were just calling him up for no reason other than thinking it was just some prank?

“Just ‘cause I ain’t flesh and bone doesn’t make me any less real.”

Then the subject of bio-exorcism. Oh, one of his favorite topics, aside from how good he was with his tongue and how easily he could drink anyone in any dimension under the table. Despite the fact that sometimes, he did drink under the table.

Not a lot of bars liked that. Wasn’t really a good party trick either.

“I'm here for spirits, y’see? If some living jackass moves into their place, I chase ‘em out. Keep the crib empty. Make sure no one’s tryin’ to regular-exorcise them.”

You frowned.

“Well, like I said, it was pretty vague. Slipped in with the coupons you usually think you’re going to use but never end up using.” You took out your wallet and removed the slip before handing it over to him. It was one of his more vague cards that left out the specific details of his gig. “There was something about it that just made me… I dunno.”

You, being the sweet young thing you were, blushed and cleared your throat gently.

“I’m really sorry - honestly I am. But I… Well, how to put this very gently and in a sincere way… I personally don’t believe in ghosts. Not saying they can’t be out there, especially not after that crazy weird stunt you just pulled.”

You held up your hands defensively, trying to show that you didn’t mean any harm.

“If I did, I think that’d open a lot of gates to my already hard-to-deal-with trauma.”

Then, you sighed and slumped back in your big cushion of a bed to stare up at him. You were studying him in what little light there was now that it was back on. He didn’t really look like he was fucking around.

“But I guess this might shake that idea up.” Your eyebrow perked up in inquiry. “Are you some sort of ghost advocate? Like… their protector?”

“Their… protector?”

Beej stared, open-mouthed and slack-jawed for a long moment before leaning back and slapping a hand across his knee as he let out the world’s loudest hoot of laughter and fell into hysterics.

Oh, first you didn’t believe in ghosts, and now you thought he was there to protect them? That was absolutely rich.

Just because he worked for them didn’t mean that he was suddenly their protector.

Tears of absolute mirth rolled down his ghostly cheeks, the spirit having to try a few times before he could actually stop laughing. Chuckling and wheezing a few more times before he could actually calm down enough to answer you, he glanced down at you and let his face fall utterly blank.

“No.”

A wave of his hand and a cloud of smoke, a pair of reading glasses appeared perched upon his face along with a booklet in his already outspread palm.

“I am solely here to facilitate the removal of pre-mortem nuisances from the property of any spirits, hauntings, or those of the ghostly persuasion,” came the weirdly educated, prim and proper voice before it dropped down a few registers to rock tumbler. “I boot living folks out of ghost homes.”

You shrugged, not fazed by his childish behavior. Sure, you thought he was weird and yeah, it was freaky to have a stranger in your house. But for all you knew, he was harmless. Annoying but harmless.

“Well, I’m not a ghost and there ain’t one here, my dude. I don’t think I need your services…” You frowned and opened up your wallet again, this time grabbing a couple twenty dollar bills and handing it to him. “I feel like an asshole for calling you. I was gonna use that for take-out but I think you should have it. Y’know. For showing up to perform your services of, uh, removal. Like a cancellation fee you gotta pay if you fuck up.”

You thought for a moment. And then uttered words you never thought you’d ever say:

“Or you could hang around here for awhile. Lights aren’t on and there’s no cable… But I could order that food for two-” Wait. “Uh, if you eat? Sorry. I don’t want to seem ignorant. I just. This shit is a lot to process.”

Annoyed at yourself, you rubbed the bridge of your nose.

“What I’m saying is that even though there aren’t ghosts, you can kick it if you don’t want to go back to wherever I summoned you from. Can’t imagine it was pleasant.”

“No ghosts, huh? What 'm I, chopped liver?”

As if to prove his point, Beetlejuice kept very steady eye contact with you as he reached into his torso and stuck a hand out the other side, the other moving to yoink off his head and alas-poor-Yorick with it.

Practical effects were good. But to do that on the fly? And as convincingly as he did?

That wasn’t really… something possible.

Beetlejuice pulled his hand back through and replaced his noggin as he stared right at you, one grimy brow lifted as he wordlessly pocketed the bills. Even if he didn’t typically use living money, there was still bartering worth in the paper. He could always sell it to some sentimental dumbass who missed the green of the living world.

Which were… far more people than most thought. Most would assume that the first thing you’d do when you died is embrace socialism.

But apparently not.

You grimaced. Not because the sight was scary to you - you had grown up on horror movies. It was just the suddenness of his motions that unnerved you. You ran your fingers through your hair and shook your head before he continued.

“And we do eat. it isn’t something we need to do, but it’s… fun. Little reminder of breather life.”

“This is nuts. I’m talking to a dead guy on my first night in my new place. Who the fuck even prepares you for this shit?” You sighed and moved towards the edge of your bed. “Look, man, I’m going to play the dumb living human card a lot tonight and I’m sorry but…”

You eyed him up and down again curiously.

“I didn’t even think there was a God or an afterlife - to me this just feels like some drug trip. But… you’re real.” You stood up to walk around him. Your hand gently touched his lapel, fingers sliding down the fabric before you pulled away. “I’m having a fucking existential crisis with some zoot zuit wearin’ - pimp? - showing up because I said his fucking name three times.”

Your eyes locked with his briefly.

“I’m guessing say it another three times send you back to - Hell? Purgatory? So I won’t, ‘Juice. Unless this is painful to be here.”

Annoyed at the situation, you rubbed your tired eyes. Without another word, you unlocked your phone and pulled up a Chinese delivery place's menu.

“Well, dinner’s on me. I promise not to ask you anymore super stupid questions if you stay. Lord knows I’m too dumb to get this shit. But, uh. Company would be cool. If you want.” You blushed. It wasn’t like you were asking him for a date. But you were curious if you could learn more. “Or I could send you back to whatever bliss awaits you. Uh. Dealer’s choice?”

His face contorted at the mere mention of the other side. Sure, it wasn’t eternal damnation. but it also wasn’t blissful. It was… mostly like being alive. Paperwork and jobs and having to still deal with money.

Capitalism didn’t stop along with someone’s heartbeat. No, the fucking system stuck around post-mortem. Perhaps there was some special place where the really exceptional people went - to some sort of good place - but Beej’d be fucked if he ever saw it or even heard mention of anything like that.

“Eugh. No, the longer I can stay topside, the better, dollface,” he grimaced, one eye following you as you walked around and examined him. And sure, he tried to look his best, puffing out his chest and sucking in the gut he had. After all, he did that around any pretty little thing he saw, on the off chance that… well…

That you’d wanna hitch a ride on the B.J. Express. First and only stop: Fucksville.

Christ, that line was probably why he never got laid unless it was through the exchange of some cold, hard cash. He nearly owned a huge stake at Dante’s at this point.

“I'll stay with you,” he proclaimed, then as if he could read your mind, “Consider it a date. I'll pay ya back for this.”

“A date?” You didn’t sound repulsed like a normal person should have been. No, you were more perplexed. “A cool ghost pops into the world of the living and wants to go on a date with some random human - no wait, what did you call me, a breather?”

You laughed softly and handed your phone over to him, the menu pulled up. You rested your chin on your hand as you looked up at him quizzically.

“Not trying to presume anything, but, uh. I heard demons and shit were hot, right? I mean, you guys can have orgies and orgies without fear of STDs or baby-making. Plus, again, demon girls are hot. Now you’re stuck on a date with a breather?”

Figuring it was a joke, you shrugged.

“Whatever floats your boat. You don’t gotta pay me back. Like I said, I could use the company.” You flashed him a smile. “You are pretty cool, after all. It’d be nice if you stuck around…”

“Oh, yeah, no. Don’t get me wrong, succubi are great. They’ll ride you until you can’t see or walk straight. But, uh.”

Rubbing the back of his head, he tried to think of something to say that wouldn’t be an outright lie, but that wouldn’t make him seem like too much of a creep. After all, most folks didn’t go for creeps. And those who did? They were usually into the stereotypical “hot stalker” creep. No, he couldn’t blow this shit with his usual molestation and upfront attitude. He might actually have a chance here.

“They don’t tend to be my type. Waaaaaay too aggressive. I prefer to be the one in charge,” he said, glancing at the living human to see what sort of reaction that would have on you. To see if you scoffed, turned red, or both.

To see if you would be into banging.

You blushed. Well, you had asked so you couldn’t be mad. Not like you were. Beetlejuice seemed gross and weird but… no alarm bells were ringing yet.

“So I was right about the pimp suit?” you chuckled. “Well, if you wanna live lavishly like a King then by all means, order whatever you want. Just be careful ‘bout the duck. It’s the fanciest thing on that menu but…”

You waved your hand flat out as if to say so-so.

“Not worth it. The kung pow chicken? Super bomb.”

You relaxed back in your cushions and waited for him to place his order.

“I get more of a switch vibe from you, Juice. But I’ll believe you. I’d be confident with a cool suit too.” You pursed your lips for a moment. “Did you die in that suit or do you get to pick your outfits in the afterlife?”

A switch?

Oh, that was entirely true. Hell, if anything Beej could be a pushover if someone batted their eyes and pursed their lips in the right way. But would he ever admit to it outside of either regular or sexy torture?

Never.

...well, maybe. But he’d have to be either overwhelmingly drunk or high to do so. He didn’t like to admit that there was any part of himself that was anything other than a smooth-talking, dominant, seductive casanova, but he knew that secretly there may have been something that wasn’t wholly dominant about him.

However, he wasn’t about to let this pretty young thing know. Not unless there was a whip or stilettos involved.

“Nah, doll. I'm all daddy.” He thumped his chest at that, shooting you his best smile. Which was more like looking at a pane of broken glass.

“And this old thing? Buried in it, but can change if I want. I just think it adds a certain charm, don’t you agree?”

You giggled, delighted that this old dirt bag used such a trendy title. Sure, older gals used to call men Daddy all the time, but the way he said it wasn’t exactly in that context. It was more like the horny millennial fad.

“You must have been fucking some younger spirits to get that lingo, Daddy-O,” you teased, purposely using the outdated version of the name.

At his narcissistic question, you decided to indulge him just a little bit.

“I like it. Not everyday someone pulls off stripes so well,” you complimented to boost his ego. “If only I could see you properly, but all these little lights can only show me just a little taste.”

Maybe he could light up the room. If you goaded him with compliments… Free utilities were free utilities, man.

“I guess a Daddy does need a suit. Maybe a nice belt…”

Oh, you hoped it was too dark to see your clever little smirk. You liked playing this game with a dead man.

“But it depends on what kinda Daddy you are, Juice. The word is so carelessly used nowadays. So many wimps using it to sound cool.” Woah, hello sudden confidence. It was nice to feel like you weren’t some meek geek. “There are lots of ways to wear the name up here in the living.”

Oh, but he wasn’t going to fold just like that. Even if you were acting so confident, Beej still had enough ego to topple civilizations. Granted, had you taken the lead and pushed him over, that would be a completely different story.

But as it was? He could deal with words.

At least until you either started pointedly giving commands or begging for his cock. Either of those - anything that was explicit and couldn’t just be mistaken for simple flirting - and he would be a goner.

With a snap of his grimy fingers, the lights buzzed and came on. Not with their usual electric glow, but with what almost seemed like candlelight from within. He wasn’t really turning the power on - he was using them to conduct a different light source.

And from there? His suit was all the easier to see. Along with the very obviously hard cock that pressed against the front of those striped slacks.

“How’s about it, dollface? Like what you see?” he purred, running a hand down his body for either your amusement, or for your enjoyment. Depended on whether or not you were just teasing to be a tease, or if you would actually go for a roll in the hay. “Does Daddy measure up to what you were thinking?”

You gawked. You stared! Your eyes were round like dinner plates. That blush burned your face so suddenly that it was an obvious tell. And your heart nearly skipped a beat. That was very unexpected, despite you explicitly trying for this very result.

Beetlejuice was gross. But in a very, very attractive way. A slob with charm.

“O-oh wow,” you murmured. Bashfully, you looked away and grabbed the pillow you were holding earlier. You bit your lower lip. You didn’t find it wrong to embrace being dirty, but part of you felt like it would be too ‘slutty’ of yourself to start flirting harder. The ghost just met you - would you really want to mess with someone who would hit it and quit it?

“That and more,” came the soft reply. “You sure I called a bio-exorcist and not some other dirty line?”

Cautiously, you sat forward in your seat and looked up at him. God, he was cute.

“I can see lots of us living folks calling you up.” You wet your lips eagerly. Then, you paused. And blushed even harder.

It was then that you realized that you were only in your pajamas. No underwear underneath, nada! Just the thin fabric of your shirt and pants. It was pretty revealing in this light if you could look at yourself the way he was leering at you.

“I-I feel very underdressed compared to you… Um. Sh-should I change into something nicer? I, uh, don’t want you to think I look like a trash goblin.”

Oh, he could instantly see that you were hardly wearing anything once the lights flickered on, his eyes doing a full sweep of your body and taking in your warm, plush form as he felt his cock twitch. Hell, it was probably something that was very visible.

A slow grin spread over his face, Beetlejuice leaning in and reaching out to touch your thigh as he gave his lips a long lick. Entirely done just to draw attention to how long and talented his tongue looked. Just wanting to spur you on and encourage the little slut to get up and climb over and onto his lap.

“Oh, not at all. I think you look good enough to eat, babes.”

Slut? Was that already what he was thinking of you as?

Well, given that some of his favorite folks were sluts? Including himself? He thought of slut as a term of honor - the way some folks might call their pals bastards.

Almost immediately, the hand on your thigh slid further inwards, pressing against the clothed flesh of your cunt. Straight to the point. After all, as much as Beetlejuice did love himself some good bush, he hated to beat around it.

His thumb set to stroking you through the thin fabric of your pajama bottoms, the lights beginning to dim a bit more. Grow hazier. Grow more seductive. in line with his mood and actions.

“In fact… I think i could forego dinner for somethin’ sweeter.”

You stared at that tongue for a moment and let your face feel hotter. It was clear you liked what you saw. There was a small piece of your mind telling you not to let some creep get it on the first date, but...

He was cute. Gross. Very, very much so. But he was a poltergeist just looking for fun.

When he touched you, you gasped involuntarily. Your back stiffened along with your now hardened nipples and you froze. What should you say to that bold statement?

“Do you do this to all the humans who summon you or did I catch you in a mood?” you breathed. It wasn’t a denial or a refusal. And from how the thin fabric clung to your wet self, that very much indicated that you were already turned on from the sight of him.

“You haven’t even been here ten minutes and you’re already so handsy.”

You tried to be as playful as you could despite being so nervous.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna skip foreplay and try and get to it… Why, that would be no fun at all, Daddy.”

Oh, you were playing with fire now.

“Well, when I see such a cute little doll, surely you can’t blame me for being so eager to get to know you,” he purred, fingers slipping past the fabric as soon as he could see that you wouldn’t put up a fight and plunging knuckle-deep into your soaked little cunt. Getting a good feel for what he’d be fucking later.

And then you insinuated that he wasn’t gonna give you any foreplay. Beetlejuice didn’t take kindly to that. He may have been a pervert, a scoundrel, a knave, a bastard, a…

He forgot where he was going with that.

Oh, right. he may have been all of those things, but he was also an egotistical prick. Meaning that if he could have someone begging for his cock after being teased for hours, then he would put in the extra effort.

So one of his striped tentacles slipped forward, curling up your shirt to wrap around your tits and mimic fucking them.

“Are you gonna be good and let me have what I want, babes? Or does Daddy have to take it?”

With your cunt throbbing and body aching for his touch, you moaned abruptly as soon as he entered you with those dirty digits. You squirmed and let your tight hole wrap around him, tightening as he played around. The tentacle was what really caught you by surprise. There was a small squeak from your lips and you tensed up before allowing him to continue.

Oh, was he threatening you?

“Well… what happens if I struggle?” you asked curiously. It was clear you were a little freak who enjoyed the idea of both. “Will that tentacle make sure I join you in the afterlife?”

You were pouting a bit up at him. Your body wanted him to continue, that was clear. But you wanted to know which side of the dice to roll.

“I wanna know what Daddy’s capable of - if he’s mean or if he wants to be playful…”

“Depends on how you act, sweetheart. Daddy’d love to just be playful, but if you don’t behave…”

He leaned in at that, rancid breath blowing in cold clouds along your skin as he chuckled to himself. Wondering what your reaction to his next words would be; if they would repulse you, or if you’d be hornier than ever.

Thankfully, he was already buried knuckle-deep in the best lie detector there was when it came to something like that.

“Daddy’s fucked dollies that were unwilling before. That fought and screamed and cried.”

Oh, he didn’t even touch on if he would kill you for not behaving or not. He was a vengeful spirit, of course he would. He knew that there was life after death, so dooming a toy to forever have to be fucked by him? Essentially creating his own undead sex slave? It’d be like heaven for him. honestly, it was kind of a wonder he hadn’t done it yet. Well, he did like it when they were warm, after all.

“But Daddy knows best.”

Your heart started to beat faster at that. You weren't scared - no… quite the opposite. Thrilled? You were playing with a powerful being now. One that could kill you in an instant but was deciding to indulge your dirty fantasies. Maybe he could sense what freaky shit you were into. The more likely thing was that he hadn’t had a proper fuck in awhile and now had a prime toy to test out.

Your cunt constricted around his fingers, being the dead giveaway that he needed that you were indeed a little freak.

“What does Daddy like best? When they cry or when they give in easily?” You watched him closely for a response, your teeth raking over your bottom lip. “I…”

You were very embarrassed at the next words that fell from your lips:

“Wanna make sure ‘m good enough for you and can keep up..”

Beetlejuice grinned at that. Because even if he did enjoy forcing himself upon people and watching as their will slowly drained away until they were nothing but pliant little fuckpuppets… He had to admit to being charmed by obedience. It was pretty rare that people actually begged for him. Most were disgusted by, well, all of him. The only good lays had been at Dante’s and those were paid for. Having a willing, breathing slut? Oh, that was priceless.

And so, he stroked your hair. Rewarding you for being so good for him so far. Good enough to make his cock throb and leak. Leak a nasty green, glowing ooze.

Ectoplasm. It wasn’t just something that the dead produced on their flesh when trying to scare the living. No, since their bodies technically couldn’t produce real cum, it made do with the closest thing it had.

“I like both. but you’re being such a good doll for Daddy. I'm thinking being willing’s gonna be the hottest thing you can do.”

You could see the bulge in his pants, your eyes widening like two full dinner plates. Eagerly, you wet your lips. His fingers were still curling and uncurling in you that you almost found it so unfair that you couldn’t see what he had in his pants. Your imagination was running wild! Was it a tentacle like the one groping your tits? Or maybe it was something even more peculiar? Dude was a straight up ghost! He could have anything.

Whatever it was, you were eager to have it be inside you.

So you sidled up closer to him and gently sat on his lap, not wanting to crush the poor poltergeist under you. You had no idea what his limitations as a now corporeal being really was so you played it safe.

Shyly, you fiddled with his tie and bit your lip, worrying the skin until it broke. How was one supposed to flirt with a ghost that was knuckle-deep in your pussy? God, he was so handsome…

“Good,” you murmured, mouth so dangerously close to his. “I wanna be good for you, Beej.”

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1. coffee mugs 2. chocolate 3. bubblegum 4. good student (i had a lot of fun teachers) 5. i dont drink soda, but with monster i usually drink it from a reusale water bottle 6. either grunge or goth 7. earbuds 8. both 9. its just rained, the sun's out now, im dragging the cushion from the bench putting on the sidewalk in the sun and reading 10. none 11. i dont eat breakfast often (unless eating half my pretzels when i get to school counts) 12. "Clypsie's lore playlist" (its on one of my spotify accounts, its for one of my ocs im developing) 13. keyring 14. sour patch kids 15. i didn't like any of them, we read hatchet for the one, and i forget the name of the other but it was so boring (keep in mind i LOVE reading) 16. i like sitting one leg like im sitting criss-cross and the other one pulled up to my chest

17. my knock-off black docs (we're working my way up to real ones) 18. 65-70 degrees f and sunny, or stormy and slightly breezy but still warm so i can open the window 19. i sleep holding one pillow to my face, under abt ten blankets, on my side 20. laptop 21. care bears 22. annabeth chase from pjo 23. i have a bean bag chair and it has a hole in it and i like using my nails to like slice the tiny little foam packing peanut type things 24. moonstone or selenite 25. "you are my sunshine" my grandma used to sing me it when i was little and she's push me in the swing in the backyard 26. read out in the sun 27. watch movies and drink hot chocolate by myself 28. two- sleeping at last, get jinxed- riot games, buzzcut season- lorde, haunt you- X lovers ft. Chloe moriondo, i wanna be with you- chloe moriondo 29. obsessing ovr a show, or book series with me, quality time, respecting my boundaries 30. when im with my best friend, my grandma's backyard, and the tree in my grandma's front yard

31. my vest (looks like the top of a suit minus the sleeves its so cute), my white lace shirt, my steampunk goggles (when they get here), my knock off docs, and some black leggings 32. ITS THE BUTTA DAWG, ITS THE DAWG WITH THE BUTTER ON IT, THE BUTTER DAWG 33. "your mom" (in general too not just on my phone) 34. "The snack that smiles back! G O L D F I S H" 35. about 2:30-3:00 36. the pop cat 37. duffel bag 38. tea 39. ive never had either ;-; 40. i like blanked out for a good minute and was like super dizzy and had to shake my head a ton to stop it 41. my best friend

42. pant pockets

43. either hoodie or leather jacket 44. whatever soap my aunt gets it smells amazing 45. F A N T A S Y 46. my flufy stitch onsie 47. mozzerella 48. nah you misunderstand, im already fruity (probably a cocnut) 49. "power, REAL power, doesn't come to those who were BORN fastes, or strongest or smartest, it comes to those willing to do ANYTHING to achive it" (the one thing i wont do is sacrifice my bestie) 50.sonic had ptsd 51. school, keeping my friends happy, my parents arguing 52. cinzel decorative 53. i drew crowns on my hands earlier 54. i havent had a job yet im 13 ;-; 55. beauty and the beast 56. now that my parents know i know santa's not real (i let them go on with it for the past few years, cause they enjoyed it) i now get at least one cookie on christmas eve 57. i ran away nearly a year ago (im doing a lot better), the summer of 2020 had a lot of unaliving thoughts, i havent had any scratches for 3(? i think) months now 58. im a good artist, good singer, i always know how to make my bestfriend laugh, and aparently i give amazing headpats 59. "IM GONNA PUNT YOU OFF A CLIFF" 60. slice of life 61. "power, REAL power, doesn't come to those who were BORN fastes, or strongest or smartest, it comes to those willing to do ANYTHING to achive it"- Silco Arcane, Season 1 Episode 3 62. jinx, C! niki, Luna lovegood, Rayla, Mistuba Souske, Rachel Dare, Biana Vacker 63. talk to much- COIN, Crush- Tessa violet, daisy 2.0- Ashniko ft. hatsune miku, slumber party- Ashniko, Black magic- Little mix 64. cool math games 65. two matching spots on the top of my ankles (they're not birthmarks, they showed up in like 3rd grade) 66. sunflowers, allium, and violets 67. sadly not yet

68. grape flavored stuff, it doesnt eve taste like grape it tastes like stale purple 69. you can only go ten days without sleeping before you die 70. right handed 71. polka dots, on anything other than solid color 72. language arts (i love reading and stuff but all my language arts teachers go WAY to fast 73. never taken advil or ibuprofen 74. i think i was 6? 75. waffle fries 76. i actually only have one plant and technically its an outdoor plant but i brought it in cause its winter 77. never had either (mom wont let me drink coffee yet, and we've never got sushi 78.i dont have a drivers liscence so seeing as its non-existent, my yearbook photo 79. both 80. fireflies

81. pc 82. both 83. podcasts 84. barbie 85. MYTHOLOGY 86. combine them somehow, i will find a way 87. losing my best friend 88. to live somewhere nice, with my bestie (or my future wife but i doubt i'll ever have one ;-;) working on my fashion lines 89. my best friend, even if i fall in love bestie comes first 90. i've never really had any luck mistakes 91. bags 92. fairylights 93. farquaad (LOOOOOONG story), beshtie 94. right when its transitioning from summer to fall 95. spotify, procreate, minecraft, or discord 96. my latest finished drawing 97. 2, my mom and my bestie 98. ancient greece

weird asks that say a lot

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

7. earbuds or headphones?

8. movies or tv shows?

9. favorite smell in the summer?

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

12. name of your favorite playlist?

13. lanyard or key ring?

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

18. ideal weather?

19. sleeping position?

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

21. obsession from childhood?

22. role model?

23. strange habits?

24. favorite crystal?

25. first song you remember hearing?

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

28. five songs to describe you?

29. best way to bond with you?

30. places that you find sacred?

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

32. top five favorite vines?

33. most used phrase in your phone?

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

35. average time you fall asleep?

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

38. lemonade or tea?

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

41. last person you texted?

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

44. favorite scent for soap?

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

47. favorite type of cheese?

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

51. current stresses?

52. favorite font?

53. what is the current state of your hands?

54. what did you learn from your first job?

55. favorite fairy tale?

56. favorite tradition?

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

62. seven characters you relate to?

63. five songs that would play in your club?

64. favorite website from your childhood?

65. any permanent scars?

66. favorite flower(s)?

67. good luck charms?

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

70. left or right handed?

71. least favorite pattern?

72. worst subject?

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

82. pc or console?

83. writing or drawing?

84. podcasts or talk radio?

84. barbie or polly pocket?

85. fairy tales or mythology?

86. cookies or cupcakes?

87. your greatest fear?

88. your greatest wish?

89. who would you put before everyone else?

90. luckiest mistake?

91. boxes or bags?

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

93. nicknames?

94. favorite season?

95. favorite app on your phone?

96. desktop background?

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

98. favorite historical era?

#ask game #wow that took a while

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YOI LOOT POST!

Amiami Loot Post+Some Other Stuff from @aitaikuji and @sunyshore in the last couple of weeks!

Thank you to @regularcelery for taking these pics. ♥ ♥

Yuri!!! on Ice Oyasumi Acrylic Strap set by Sol International. These are so, so adorable. I do wish that there wasn’t a plastic slip over the bed sheet (it’s hard to describe how it’s set up), and I also wish there was a way to display two characters in the same bed together (for obvious reasons), but they’re SO CUTE either ways. Like the true millennials they are (except Yurio who is too young to be one god), they all have their phones with them in bed lol. Anyway, I love all the little character details on some of these. JJ has J’s on his pillows, for example.

Yuri!!! on Ice Nitotan SP Rubber Mascot by Takara Tomy ARTs. These feature the GPF finalists+Victor all in their short program outfits. Not sure if they’re going to make a free skate outfit set, but I hope so. Victor’s flags say “Yuuri, davai!!” (SO PRECIOUS) and the Yuuri in his training outfit says “I’ll do my best!”

I love this set a lot, but I have to admit, that Victor made it absolutely irresistible.

Yuri!!! on Ice CharaVini Strap by Sol International. I don’t really understand the character choices for this set lol. These are ‘vinyl’ straps, so they’re sort of soft and they fold under? It’s hard to describe. They’re very large and quite unique. The outfit choices for the main trio are so cool though!! Yuuri is in his free skate outfit from the previous season, Victor is in that one outfit we see him in on a couple of Yuuri’s posters and on some of the promo art, and Yurio is wearing another outfit we see in promo art that I assume is what he wore for the previous year’s junior events. I was so excited to get that 2015 season Yuuri especially. :D

Yuri!!! on Ice HamuHamu Clip EX by Bandai. Phichit’s dream has come true; he is a hamster. These are both clips and keychains. They’re really cute. The ‘secret’ in the box was the Victor with Makkachin on his head. They’re actually a lot larger than I expected too! Btw this box came with twelve, and there are only eight in the set, so I’ll have some of these to sell, including major characters. :D

Yuri!!! on Ice Rubber Strap Collection by Movic. The main trio in Russian and Japanese outfits. I love this set. The Victor and Yuuri in the yukata are my favorites because Victor is like--- shawl over shoulders, so swoony and ready to go out with the boy, and Yuuri’s got his hands on his hips and he’s looking confident and like yesss taking my fiance to the matsuri fuck yes.

Eformed Yuri!!! on Ice Kime!tto Acrylic Ballchain by F.Heart. Wow this art is so precious! Plus the amiami exclusive was that little Yuuri with Makkachin so I got an extra keychain of best boy thank you amiami.

Anyway I joked that these were YOI characters trapped in Hellmaster’s crystals because tbh it looked like that but they look less like that in person.

I super duper love this set though, and shoutout to the coach Victor, Phichit, and Guang Hong in addition to that bonus Yuuri because WOW CUTE.

Misc. stuff!

The two keychains of Victor and Yuuri in the History Maker outfits are Petit Colle! acrylic keychains by Azu Maker. They’re LOVELY with bright colors, and they’re super big and tough and high quality.

The Yuuri in the Stammi outfit and the Victor in the Eros outfit are Orange Rouge’s Nendoroid Plus Dress Up Acrylic Key Rings! This is a new product line they’ve started with YOI! You can swap their clothes, and as you can see I’ve done just that. The art is super cute.

The three Acrylic keychains in the middle of Victor, Yuuri, and Yurio are Bellhouse’s Pukasshu line. They’re cute and the art style is not like any I’ve seen for the series before this.

The Twin Face Mini Cushion Keychains of Victor and Yuuri are by Hagoromo. They’re chibi versions of the school calendar art. The other side is chibi version of the blushing versions of that art. Really cute and squishy little pillows.

Lastly, the onsen keychain is a Chara-Forme big acrylic keychain by Empty. All of the YOI chara-forme stuff has been great. The art for it has been so, so good, and this is no exception.

Yuri!!! on Ice Omanjuu Niginigi Mascot 2. Also features both of the Yuuri mascots from series one and some Omanjuu kigurumi cases for Victor and Yuuri that I picked up.

I missed the first box of these, sadly. I was able to get the Yuuris from it, but I’m still wanting to get the Phichit and JJ. Anyway, THEY ARE SO CUTE WOW. And Leo and Guang Hong!! Thank you to @sunyshore for hooking me up with them so I was able to get the animate exclusive Victor. Now I have two Victors and two Yuuris. Perfect.

I did three rubber strap pulls from the May Minna no Kuji YOI event via @aitaikuji. I got Chris, JJ, and Victor. I’d actually already ordered Victor and Yuuri separately from @sunyshore, so I have an extra Victor! I’ll be looking to trade him for some others in the set (Leo and Guang Hong, hopefully).

I also have the Makkachin towel from it, which by the way, I ended up with two of, so I’ll be selling one of. And not Minna no Kuji related, but the Victor and Yuuri flower crown sets from Anime Japan! I do have the entire sets (acrylic keychains, buttons, and clearfiles), but the buttons were clipped up on a ribbon and the clearfiles tacked up on the wall and I didn’t feel like getting them down. They are SO gorgeous though. I really do want to get a nice scan of the Yuuri clearfile, because I’ve seen one of the Victor, but not of the Yuuri. Love these flower crown boys. ♥ ♥ ♥

More Minna no Kuji stuff! The two items behind the plush are zipper pouches themed after Victor and Yuuri’s FS outfits. They’re really nicely made (and also soft and velvety). I love them lots.

And of course, the A and B prizes for the event, the plush! These are SO CUTE. The little blushes are too die for. Yuuri is wearing his free skate outfit, and Victor is of course, in his coach ensemble. Yuuri’s got a bouquet of red roses and his face is so, so sweet and round. The Makkachin in Victor’s arms is precious?? Ahhh they’re just great and super well made. ♥.♥

Acrylic stands! The ones in the skating outfits are the Animega Exclusive ‘Finishing Pose’ Stands. As you can see they’re not actually the finishing poses from the programs, but they’re still really nice. These have been really, really difficult to get, so I’m super happy @sunyshore was able to nab them for me. Unfortunately due to circumstances beyond my control, my Yuuri broke the first day it arrived at my house. I’ve glued it back together, but you can still see the crack. I’m hoping to replace it, but it’s a pretty rare item, so we’ll see. I’m still going to display it as is in the meantime.

They’re really beautiful though, and they’re BIG for acrylic stands. I’d love for Animega for make more of them (Stammi duetto outfits maybe?).

The other stands are the HMV Collaboration ones. I have the chibi stands from this collab on order too, but I haven’t had them shipped from the proxy yet. These are really cute, and they’re pimping their own merch, which greatly amuses me (especially Victor, who is so proudly displaying the first YOI BD, the cover of which stars Yuuri and him).

Oh god...

Well the bottom two things are the Victor and Yuuri Mafumofu Cushion Covers by Hagoromo. I actually thought these were pillows, not covers, because apparently I can’t read. But whatever, I can get pillows the right size for them for like 2.00 at Ikea so no big deal. Anyway they feature the school calendar art (and are double sided with the ‘alternate version’ of said calendar art), and they are SOFT AS HECK. They’re an extremely soft fleece-y material and are super huggable.

Above that is the Yuri!!! on Ice Munimuni Marshmallow Mascot Big versions of Victor and Yuuri. These were the first YOI things I splurged on. I paid for them way back near the end of November. Victor came in early to mid April, but Yuuri shipped separately and didn’t arrive until late May, so they were tragically parted for a very long time. THEY ARE FINALLY TOGETHER. So yeah, that’s why even though I’ve had Victor for quite some time, I never included him in a loot post. I was waiting for Yuuri to come. But now he’s here, and it’s glorious. These things are even softer than I imagined, which is pretty damn soft. They feel like a silky suede material. I already preordered the second series Victor and Yuuri and the Phichit oops.

Last but not least I literally can’t believe I own this oh my fucking god. The Yuuri Oyasumi Quilt Cover by M’s.

It’s lovely and soft and SUPER DUPER high quality. You all know I’m not going to be creepy with it, but nonetheless I pulled it out of the bag and threw it on the couch and looked at it and just went “oh my god I can’t believe I own this I can’t believe this is in my house oh my god.”

No regrets though. :p

A couple of non-YOI things. For some reason these Love Live! Sunshine!! acrylic keychains by Broccoli never got added to MFC, which is driving me mad because I use that site to archive, but at the same time I’m too lazy to add them myself. ANYWAY, it’s all the girls with sea creatures. And I just love it? It’s so cute. And Ruby has a coelacanth?? I’m so charmed. Bless this set.

Kotobukiya’s ARTFX Spike Spiegal figure! Wow this turned out super great. I hope they make the rest of the crew.

@abarero got the Magical Mirai Hatsune Miku nendoroid to add to her ever growing Miku nendoroid collection. It’s adorable.

I’ll have a new sales post up tomorrow with a lot of additions!

Anyway if you want bigger photos of any of this, let me know. Tumblr likes to shrink stuff as I’m sure you know.

#yuri on ice #yoi merch #long post #yoi merch post

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