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#total drama polysurfers#poly surfer trio#td poly surfers#polysurfers#total drama bridgette#td bridgette#total drama brody#td brody#brody tdrr#total drama geoff#td geoff#also included an easter egg#that maybe only a few people will get#and fixed the sisters’ skin tones#because i could
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Morning on the Polar Tang
Background and canon compliant version:
#I am SO proud of this background#I put sooo many details in there#I spent like 20 hours on this#Including coming up with a floorplan for the entire polar tang#there's a non zero chance I'll draw more rooms/scenes lmao#I also put myself on a wanted poster as an easter egg hehe#But seriously y'all should go on the background only version and zoom in to look at all the details please I spent like 14 hours on it#One Piece#fanart#trafalgar law#heart pirates#corazon#donquixote rosinante#shachi#Penguin#Bepo#Ikkaku#one piece fanart#kitsunedoodlez
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No matter how many times it happens, I'm always shocked by how reliably all my problems with any given story are solved by making it shorter. If I go into a story with the idea that it'll be long, that I should use as much detail as I want to craft a full-length and fully-fleshed-out story instead of a short one, it always turns into this rambling, meandering, soulless thing that's no fun to read, and I get tangled up in so many flimsy, sprawling layers of character and worldbuilding that the plot becomes unworkable.
The minute I tell myself, "Let's make this as short as possible," the problems fall away, I find the heart of the story again, the pacing is brisk, scenes get multiple purposes, the world feels deeper because I'm implying things that spark the reader's imagination rather than trying to put every threadbare, boring detail on the page. Every time. You'd think I'd have learned by now.
#adventures in writing#yes this is about the arateph rapunzel retelling#the drafts of that one are *so* bad#thin and rambling with no plot progression#but then writing that rubber duck outline made everything fall into place#for instance: the drafts included subplots about zemma struggling with wanting to connect with her family while also doing her work#there were entire scenes just to introduce her mother#her family was going to get a whole subplot#camreth had a family full of brothers he mourned#and then writing the rubber duck explanation i realized that *none of that mattered* to the story i wanted to tell#cut away her family and i don't have to worry about how they could be harmed by her decision to marry a fugitive#and i can focus on her relationship with camreth rather than this tangled web that includes her mentor and her family#cut away his siblings and auren becomes much more important and it's relevant to his arc rather than an easter-egg add-on#i had struggled with the double point of view when i was given full rein#putting in lots of filler scenes because i feel like i need to give a full picture of both their lives#the 'keep it short!' mindset makes the two povs easy#just pick the scenes that are directly relevant to the plot then choose which pov is best for it#it's absolutely astounding but also horrifying because i've had this story for years#and this has worked with other stories before#i should have figured this out long before now
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Reminiscing about the past. For the “memories” and “cigarette” prompt for Doflamingbros week on twt :]
#artists on tumblr#one piece#one piece fanart#donquixote doflamingo#donquixote rosinante#donquixote brothers#doflamingbros2023#I also included a lil Easter egg to a certain fic in the drawing 👀#my art
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I hope someday down the road, after more My Time games, we get like a history book based on the lore in the games. With like actual historical texts written by schoolars, notes from ruin divers about what they've seen, diaries, letters and other papers from the people of the past like the things we can find and read in the games. It might feel incomplete because the people of the free cities migth not know everything about what happened before and right after the Day of Calamity but I think that just adds to the charm of it ☺���
#my time at sandrock#my time at portia#my time at evershine#pathea games#mtas#mtap#mtae#pathea is really good with easter eggs and other references so would be cool if characters we know from the games had attributed to the book#it would also include the stories we know from the games about what happened with Portia and Sandrock#and other later games like Evershine#it could also include news articles#or that could be its own book#also a beastiary with info about all the mutated animals and creatures in the world
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MASSIVE SPOILER for one of the endings.
it's been a while since i tried looking, but i did hear that something like this happens last year and over time started to think, "was it a fluke?" bc no one posted footage or caps of it then, and i aimed for a completionist run in my first playthrough. turns out it's real! and definitely shines a new light on a character that, for most other types of playthroughs, will not give this much emotion! EDIT: transcript now included, and some stillshots under the cut
[0:28] Marie: Henry, this is the man who kept you from doing the right thing tonight. Kill him. [0:15] Forrest: Henry, you don’t have to do this. If you’ve not killed anyone yet, there’s still time to make the right decision. [0:05] Out of shot: (Gunshots) Henderson Police! Freeze! Marie: No! Henry, get out of there!
#killer frequency#henry barrow#these hands………#so yes MORE spoilers and further commentary ahead here in the tags:#yes this is a fairly tragic ending if you already know how to get it. but again TERRIFIC VOICE ACTING BEFOREHAND AND AFTER.#feel free to reply in post if you want to ask about that part.#i didn't include that in the vid bc it's so visceral and raw but i love their performances. that shit hit hard dang.#but i want to ask anyone if their perspective on henry changes after seeing this? mine does tbh. i didn't expect a possible show of remorse#like at most hesitation! but bc of the context of forrest's dialogue- does it lean into remorse? a large definite shift in his mind!#even if he Has killed already then he's still taking forrest's words to heart and reconsidering everything which DAMN-#-my videogamey headcanon of forrest's character stats showing his Persuasion and Charm MAXED OUT is pulling tf through here!!#also can anyone reply re: would forrest's dialogue change but he still survives if henry kills maurice or murphy? or would forrest die?#and if the devs Actually gave henry other official kills in the game but didn't disclose them in the narrative- then is this the test?#like if henry kills AT ALL in game even though the player isn't privy to knowing which victims are his then is this ending unattainable?#also placing this scene/character moment behind THIS ENDING SPECIFICALLY heck that's cold. dang fellas.#going to eventually pull out a hc i've been holding back for a long time in a later post and i'll mention this scene again then-#-but this part in particular as well as another “easter egg” has really put more fuel to it
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alright, this one's taken a while. another nightmare time comic page complete, this time forever and always (specifically the section from 44:57 - 46:17 in the nightmare time episode 2 video)!
#did the lines and colours for this back in july so it's not really consistent with my current art style#I've also been having some issues with my drawing tablet recently and had to move to using my phone to finish it#which caused some layering issues so I decided not to fully render it#probably a good choice because it would have taken me. so much longer to do so#anyways. droid23 my beloved#forever and always is probably one of my favourite nightmare time episodes so I enjoyed making this one a lot#included a few easter eggs that should be fun to find :]#hatchetfield#starkid#nightmare time#nmt#forever and always#paul 23#paul perkins#emdroid#emma matthews#tw blood#tw gore#tw scopophobia#my art
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HOUR 18 OF "TWENTY FOUR HOURS" WILL BE POSTED TOMORROW, 06/14 AT 6 PM EST.
i'm back, y'all! and worse than ever . i know this has taken forever due to my traveling, and thank you all for your patience and kindness ♡
to hold you over until tomorrow night/afternoon/whatever time of day it will be for all you lovelies, have a snippet below the cut.
Eddie’s eyes narrow in concentration at your phone as his thumbs fly across the screen, navigating the Spotify app with ease to find the Deftones song he specifically wants. He doesn’t do as you had and go to their artist page – he searches with purpose, in no mood to scroll through albums to find the song he’s looking for.
“I still don’t understand how you can type so fast,” you mumble, watching with fascination that you try to tamper down with faux boredom, “Even I can’t type that fast, and I own the damn thing.”
He doesn’t even glance up as he scrolls along the screen, finding the song and clicking on it, “I’m just good with my fingers.”
There it goes. The air from your lungs, once again vacating the premises as he freezes beside you.
It isn’t fair. An internal whine that nearly works itself up your throat and out your mouth, making you want to stomp your feet like a child. You hadn’t even recovered from the casual drop of baby yet. And now he’s going to just say that?
“Oh, God, I-” he’s looking up finally, eyes wide and stuttering with embarrassment, “Fuck, I swear to God, I did not mean that as an innuendo.”
You open your mouth. You close it. You repeat the process. You’re fucking speechless and it’s a little bit embarrassing.
“I’m serious!” he persists when you don’t reply, and only stare at him in continued shock, “Seriously! I- Fuck, I was referring to with my job. At the autoshop. I’m- Fuck,” he cuts his explanation off, dragging a hand over his face and falling back into the couch, “Kill me. Kill me now, please – and be sure to make it quick and painless, pretty please.”
You finally laugh. It’s a bit choked, a bit strangled, but it instantly has Eddie lowering his hand.
“I think if we were going to kill each other, Munson, it would have happened hours ago,” you try to tease him, but something about the sentiment comes out far softer than you intended. Like it’s not a joke. Like, in your own odd way, you’re trying to whisper a truth to him – everything has changed for me now.
“Probably,” he sighs, relaxing a bit and leaning back beside you as he looks to the phone once more and clicks on a song, “Proba-fucking-ly.”
#twenty four hours#set your alarms! or don't. i can't control you#keep expectations low as always#also hands and legs in the inside the vehicle blah blah blah whatever#all jokes aside i am sorry it took so long aha#header definitely includes lil easter eggs to a specific scene
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Been doodling Rhiannon a lot lately hehe
#blind man's bluff#ladyredms#bmb spoilers#l4d2#i love lena and her 4d chess brain!!! she's just trying her best :')#and idk why but i looooved drawing the background it looks like a bus seat from the 90s LMAOO#rhee calling nick her bestie was so iconic i love their friendship#recently thought about all the main (potential) couples first meetings and omg#1. almost vehicular manslaughter 2. attempted armed robbery and 3. willful destruction of property ??????? amazing#literally never would've guessed in a million years that the gas station robber would fall in love with coach#also i'm a total stupid romantic so i had to draw coach giving rhee his jacket#here's a fun lil easter egg: if you zoom into rhee's brunette roots i always include a small hidden heart there <3
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIMMY SMITH! [On being in a band] – It's like a fucking end credits montage, like strobe effect photographs of like backstage parties, and then shows, and then people's faces, and then fucking drinks, and drugs, and beaches, and hotels, and vomit. You know, it's like everything. It's like full exposure to life.
#happiest of birthdays to the original crow himself#jimmy smith#foals#jimmy#this started out as something far more ambitious than i have the time and capacity and skills for at the moment#but i hope fellow jimmyheads still enjoy#soz that it only includes clips from one era but i guess it's apt given my url#official enswbl hbd jimmy post#if nothing else it works as 'jimmy smith is hot' propaganda#in case any of you still needed some convincing#also. there's a Super Secret hidden easter egg element to these gifs (not really)#(it's the dumbest fucking thing. if you figure it out lmk and i'll write you a personal apology)#cw blood#y'know. just in case
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october 2023
monster mutant boogie by bloodsucking zombies from outer space
tw flashing lights and jumpscares
#tcp#my videos#geo#xavia#adriane#horror is a love letter to humanity#2 fun things about this hhn on actual halloween night: 1. in the stranger things haunt the steve actor at one point looked me up and down#and went 'call me' so geo and I had a good laugh abt steve 2 for 2 striking out w lesbians#2. in the back of some random mutant bug haunt there was a secret jordan peele easter egg haunt including the set from nope and scare actor#from us. there was NO advertisement abt this btw it really was just a surprise for anyone who happened to go on that random ass tram ride#also the purge show was actually the best one by far I was a bit skeptical when I saw it'd been voted best by audiences but by god they#really earned it#also featuring when xavia got so crossfaded she had to get wheeled out of the park
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Not really an artist (this is my first attempt at digital art) but I was not seeing nearly enough fanart of Odysseus on Calypso's island
#i know he's kinda wonky but anatomy is hard and i wasn't aiming for realism#i also tried to include some easter eggs#gray eyes to match his girlbestie#from his pov penelope's name is engraved in greek on the ring#he's got a little muscle definition but is far from the ripped warrior he was before his daily workout routine#just became “100 reps of looking wistfully at sea”#he's got the thigh scar from the boar ofc but i also wanted to include the rib scar from his war injury#to show both those body parts he had to be dressed kind of scarcely so my headcanon is calypso dresses him that way as a power move#dressing him like a slave to make it clear he belongs to her and to objectify him#i like his eyebags and his funky nose too#the concept is sound guys I'm just not great at the execution#I'm training my perfectionist self to enjoy things even when I'm not good at them yet so posting this is kind of my exposure therapy#epic the musical#odysseus#classic lit#classic literature#epic#homer#homeric epics#the odyssey#the odyssey fanart#odysseus fanart#calypso#tagamemnon
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i will also say it’s pretty cool how many companions come with a backstory?? like fully half of them have already appeared in other stuff before the game is out, so you get the chance to like. go in knowing things about these folks already
#lucanis neve and emmrich are in TN. i think neve was also in one of the comics? and yknow. harding#not including the little short stories they’ve been dropping online#i want to say davrin might also be in one of them?? idk i was mostly paying attention to the evka ones. sigh#i do however hope they don’t automatically assume people HAVE read the other stuff#make it beginner friendly but with easter eggs. iykyk kind of a thing#in the past i feel like they haven’t done that?? best i can think of is like. anders and cole#it’s neat!! gotta brush up on my reading#mine
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For the warmup prompts can you do Beetlejuice and Lydia (platonic! I do not ship them romantically in any way whatsoever) with the dialogue of “I bet I can get you to say my name.” If not, I totally understand!
So for people who haven’t seen/listened to the musical the vibe is completely different from the movie LMAO less “this is our weird uncle beetlejuice the family won’t talk to him he’s wanted by the feds and can’t come within 500 feet of the house” and more “cool but still weird cousin beetlejuice who collects strange rocks, is always in danger of being actively actively on fire, and is wayyy too into dark humor”. It’s a good show! If you like comedy musicals with a rock lean to the soundtrack, you’ll probably like it. It’s got a Little Shop of Horrors sensibility to it, I think.
If anyone tags this as ship w/ Lydia and Beetlejuice I will crawl out of your screen like the girl from the ring and gnaw on your bones I’m so serious
AU where the plot of this show doesn’t take like. A week LMAO. Basically Lydia hasn’t said BJ’s name yet but she also hasn’t decided what to do with her dad yet. So they’re at an impasse. Lydia regularly goes to hang out in her haunted attic and lament because Delia won’t go up there, thus making it safe. Beetlejuice keeps doing Say My Name-style ad pitches to get Lydia to summon him properly but he’s not very good at it.
EDIT: FORGOT THE BODY HORROR WARNING OOPS!! It’s very mild but just in case anyone needs it <;3
Full-Time Spectres
Lydia’s life is far from conventional, perfectly so, but she’s started to adapt to the strangeness in the walls of her house. She doesn’t have the one ghost she wants most of all, but she’s got three that do just fine for entertainment and scheming purposes. She’s gotten used to the cold spots, the occasional flicker of the lights, and Adam’s habit of walking through walls rather than doors--he figured out that he could and never wanted to stop.
Some things she’ll never adjust to, though, like her attic being strewn with scraps of brutalized board games.
Monopoly’s been pinned to the wall with a knife, Ludo sits perfectly still on a shelf with suspicious-looking green liquid in the shot glasses, and a chess board hovers in the air, eternally aflame. It’s a massacre and she doesn’t know where half of these things came from.
“What’s, uh…what’s happening here?” Lydia kicks the door shut behind her. The door creaks open. She kicks it closed again with a frown.
Adam looks up and squints at the door. His eyes dart around as if he can see the schematics of it and diagnose the problem from halfway across the room. Lydia allows herself a tiny smile.
“Adam’s teaching me to play checkers.” Beetlejuice beams, which is unsettling in itself.
“Well, I tried to reach him to play chess, then a few other things…it didn’t go well.” Adam pushes his glasses up his nose and surveys the board in front of them. He captures one of Beetlejuice’s pieces with a triumphant little ‘aha!’.
Beetlejuice takes a long, pensive look at the board. Very thin tendrils of smoke curl out of his ears as he tries to decide which piece to play. Adam, sweet Adam, goes to help him make an advantageous move, but Beetlejuice shushes him.
“What are you doing?” Lydia sidles over to Barbara, who fumbles with an old lamp. She sets it down before she can shatter it.
“Well, it was going to be a surprise but…” Barbara gestures excitedly to a small nook in the attic. She’s rearranged various boxes of her former belongings to build a shoddy sort of booth. A heavy, ugly floral curtain hangs precariously over the doorway.
“It’s a dark corner!” Lydia gasps sarcastically.
“No—well, yes, but it’s supposed to be a kind of mini dark room? I don’t know much about them but I know you’re always taking pictures.” Barbara shifts awkwardly.
Oh. Oh.
Lydia cradles her camera in her hands, running her thumb along the outside. The pebbled texture is a kiss to her fingertips. If she concentrated hard enough, she can remember the feeling of her mom’s warm hands over her own, showing her how to hold the camera.
“If you don’t like it—“
“You made this for me?” She whispers. She tries to swallow the lump in her throat.
“Still workin’ on it, but yes.” Barbara gestures lamely.
“You…didn’t have to do that.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve got nothing but time. Might as well use it right.” Barbara shrugs. Lydia bounces on her toes.
“I’ve still, um, gotta clear out all of our junk. Adam and I don’t need it anymore, not really, and you need room to breathe. I know it’s not much, but--”
Lydia crashes into Barbara for a hug. She’s icy to the touch, but her touch is the most comforting thing Lydia can imagine. Barbara pulls her in close, cradling the back of her head with her cool hands. There is no heartbeat in her chest, but Lydia can feel that it’s not empty.
A memory of her mother prickles at the back of her mind. She pushes it down.
“Do you want help?” Lydia pulls away and looks towards the dark room, ignoring the twinge of grief in her gut. She can see its potential around the edges.
“It’s your surprise! You can’t help with that!” Barbara gasps, affronted.
The curtain falls heavily from the hooks and thumps into the ground. A plume of dust kicks up and Lydia coughs.
“Okay. Maybe you can.” Barbara scratches her head. Together, she and Lydia hoist the heavy curtain back into precarious-looking hooks embedded in the wall. As they back away from it, silently begging it to stay in place, Beetlejuice sits up ramrod straight.
“Adam, Barbara’s throwing away your coin collection,” Beetlejuice gasps and points over Adam’s shoulder.
“What? They’re vintage!” Adam whirls around. Beetlejuice moves a bunch of pieces around, making a bunch of captures, and eats a piece for good measure. He winks at Lydia. She fondly rolls her eyes.
“You know I would never.” Barbara says. Adam deflates. She kisses his forehead. He grumbles a little but accepts it.
When Adam turns back to the board, Lydia has the express joy of watching him go through the five stages of grief in real time. He looks from Beetlejuice to the board in sheer despair.
“Why do you keep eating the pieces?” Adam puts his head in his hands.
“Because, Adam dearest, it makes you mad.” Beetlejuice pats his shoulder solemnly. Lydia snorts.
“Well, I’m officially out of games.” Adam pats his thighs and stands. He ambles over to Barbara and appraises the curtain. He puts his hands on his hips and starts muttering about supports and tracks. Lydia tries to follow along but her eyes near-instantly glaze over.
“Sooooo, Lydia.” Beetlejuice slides over to her. “Have you given my offer any more thought?”
“You still haven’t given me a convincing argument. Calling yourself ‘the worst of the best’ isn’t exactly a glowing review.” Lydia wrinkles her nose.
“These two like me!” Beetlejuice points at the Maitlands. Barbara gives a teasing ‘meh’ gesture just to see him splutter in offense. She laughs softly.
“I’ll admit, I’m coming around on him.” Adam chuckles.
“Thank you, Adam. Mwah.” Beetlejuice blows a kiss in his direction. Adam turns a little pink and goes back to working on the curtain. Barbara whispers something in his ear that makes him turn even pinker.
“They like anyone. I’ve met cardboard with stronger opinions than them.” Lydia scoffs, then turns. “No offense.”
Adam and Barbara both shrug.
“Fair point. Counteroffer: you hate your dad, I hate your dad, let’s kill him.” Beetlejuice gives his most enthusiastic jazz hands. Lydia stares at him blankly.
“Denied.” She pushes his hands out of the way.
“On what grounds?”
“On the grounds that you suck. Your fate hinges on me and you can’t even get me to say your name. You spend all your time cheating at board games because you need me more than I need you. That’s pretty lame for a big, scary demon,” Lydia says mockingly, curling her fingers into claws. When Beetlejuice gives her the finger, she gives two right back with a smirk.
“Lydia, be nice,” Barbara chides, goosing Lydia’s side. She yelps and smacks her hand away.
Beetlejuice gasps. Lydia slowly meets his sparkling eyes.
“No.” Lydia points at him. Beetlejuice smiles slowly, wicked and full of mischief.
“I’ll kill you. I’ll bring you back to life just to kill you--”
Lydia steps back, Beetlejuice steps forward, and all hell breaks loose. Lydia springs over a pile of Maitland junk and ducks under Adam’s arm. She shoves him into Beetlejuice’s path.
Beetlejuice simply picks Adam up and deposits him elsewhere like a Maitland mannequin. He squeaks and leaps out of the way of their chase.
The two of them circle each other around an unbuilt dining room table kit, Lydia just barely keeping out of arm’s reach. She bolts past a dilapidated spin-your-own-yarn kit and dives through Barbara’s legs to hide behind her.
Beetlejuice stops and visibly considers the consequences of doing the same. Barbara gives him a withering look. He tries to circle around her, but Lydia’s excellent at moving her around like a meat shield. Beetlejuice visibly starts scheming.
Barbara looks at Lydia, looks back at him, and slides out of the way.
“Barbara!” Lydia screeches in outrage but there’s not enough time to screech and run. He grabs her and pulls her into a bear hug.
“Thank youuuu, Babs!” Beetlejuice grins at her. She shakes her head fondly and honorably discharges herself from the battlefield.
“Hey Lydia…I bet I can get you to say my name.” He cackles evilly. Lydia hisses at him, but damn it, she’s already giggling nervously. He swoops his hands over her stomach, wiggling his fingers but not quite touching.
“B-Beetlejuice!” She squeaks and rocks up onto her toes in lieu of running.
“That’s one!” He singsongs, finally touching down on her stomach. She folds into his hands—unwise, really—and curses Beetlejuice to the high heavens and below.
“Think we should help her?” Adam leans over to Barbara. They both watch Lydia worm around in Beetlejuice’s arms, not making much of an escape attempt despite the volume of her threats.
“Nah.” Barbara moves a crate of nearly-unused embroidery hoops out of the way with tender care. The curtain collapses again. Both Maitlands sigh.
“Beetlejuice, you fucker!” Lydia growls, but quickly loses it to laughter. He’s doing this infuriating little pinchy-thing to her sides, one that makes her leap clear off the ground each time. She tosses her head back and cackles, her whole face scrunched with the force of it.
God, she hasn’t laughed like this since…well, it’s been a while. She’d forgotten that she could.
“Eh, that probably counts. One more!” Beetlejuice finds a deathly spot on her lower ribs and decides not to leave it alone.
“Beeeeeeeeeeeee--AHHH!”
“Hm, yeah. See, now we’re gonna have to start over.” Beetlejuice tasers her sides, right at that spot, and feigns disapproval. Lydia makes a noise at a pitch audible only to dogs and demons.
Crunch.
Lydia’s foot connects directly with his face in a frankly-stunning high kick. He drops her roughly. Something goes flying across the room and hits the wall with a quiet thump. Barbara gasps sharply and covers her mouth in shock.
Beetlejuice touches his nose—or rather, the space where it used to be, and a thick hush falls over the attic. Everyone’s eyes drift to the nose, now fallen among jars of the most rancid-looking kombucha on the face of the earth. It twitches plaintively.
He laughs, loud and boisterous. His lack-of-nose whistles as he does. Adam picks up the fallen nose and gags before tossing it to Lydia and wiping his hands on his shirt.
“Got your nose,” Lydia giggles weakly, depositing it into Beetlejuice’s hand.
“Nice shot.” Beetlejuice chuckles, uncomfortably nasally, and shoves his nose back into place with an awful crack. He takes a long, wheezing inhale and gives her a thumbs up.
“So…” He sidles close to her, bringing back the jazz hands.
“No.”
“Yeah, that’s fair.” He sighs.
“Lydia, are you alright?” Delia’s voice curls faintly up the rickety staircase. She climbs up, but not all the way—Lydia can tell by the shuffling of her awful shoes.
Everyone freezes.
“Lydia?”
She opens her mouth to answer Delia and Beetlejuice squeezes her sides. She yelps and whirls around, but he doesn’t even have the decency to feign innocence. He just does it again, waiting for the precise moment she goes to speak.
“Y-Yeah, I’m o-okay.” Lydia wrestles with Beetlejuice’s hands, her voice shaking with barely-restrained giggles.
“Oh god, please don’t make me come up there.” Delia’s ‘whisper’ is anything but. Beetlejuice snorts.
“I’m fine! Just, uhm, doing spring cleaning.” Lydia calls back, stomping on Beetlejuice’s foot. He doesn’t even flinch.
“Okay.” A long, heavy pause from Delia.
“You can go now!” Lydia yells. Delia’s heels click quickly down the stairs, back towards the dreary living.
“You’re insufferable,” Lydia hisses at Beetlejuice, punching his shoulder. He holds his hand over his heart and gives a grand, sweeping bow. When he stands up, he smacks his head against the dagger in the wall. Lydia snickers at him.
He turns around like a penguin, never one to do things normally, and makes a delighted noise at the pierced Monopoly board. He pulls the knife out of the wall and pokes his finger with it a few too many times, fascinated with the sharpness of it.
He stretches, makes a bunch of vague measurement and aiming gestures, then lobs the knife straight upwards. It lodges into the ceiling with an enthusiastic ping! The blade warbles with the force of it.
Beetlejuice slaps the Monopoly board down on the floor and plops down in front of it. Adam bemoans the state of the attic ceiling as Barbara consoles him.
“Wanna play?” Beetlejuice snaps his fingers and the board changes, shifting into black, whites, purples, and greens. Graveyard moss creeps along the edges of the board. Monopoly components spawn into existence on the board, appearing in puffs of fog and comically-quiet wails of the damned.
“Sure.” Lydia sits opposite him. She pokes at some of the moss. It sprouts to meet her touch.
“If you get stabbed, you lose?” Beetlejuice casts a cursory glance to the still-wobbling knife. The blade shifts slightly out of the ceiling.
“Deal.” Lydia sticks her hand out to shake. Beetlejuice takes it with gusto.
“You guys wanna play?” Lydia turns to the Maitlands. Barbara and Adam look at each other, communicating in that telepathic way of theirs. Barbara grins and leads Adam over to the board to sit.
“I call thimble!” Adam reaches for it. Beetlejuice swats his hand. Adam reaches again. Beetlejuice swats him a little harder.
“You can’t have the thimble. I’m the thimble.” Beetlejuice pinches it between his fingers.
“Can I have the thimble?” Barbara leans close to Beetlejuice and looks up at him through her lashes. Lydia never would’ve guessed that a demon could blush, but sure enough, Beetlejuice’s face takes on the slightest bit of color.
“I sense that I’m being manipulated.” He narrows his eyes.
“Is it working?” Barbara smiles.
“Yep.” He slaps the thimble into her hand. She passes it to Adam. He beams. Beetlejuice rolls his eyes but his gaze lingers on them for just a bit too long.
“Well played, Babs. Well played.” Beetlejuice scoops up the racecar piece and frowns at it. Its tiny metal form melts and reconfigures into a small hearse. Satisfied, he places it right next to the cat piece—Lydia’s, of course. Barbara takes the top hat with pride.
When Beetlejuice jumps Adam for his extra get out of jail free card—of which there are a suspicious amount in Beetlejuice’s version of the game—Lydia laughs and swipes a bit of Beetlejuice’s money. Adam’s hiccupy cackles are the backdrop for Barbara robbing the bank in broad daylight, taking as many bills from the tray as her heart desires.
Lydia’s life is certainly very strange and painfully unusual, but she wouldn’t trade it for the world. She can only hope that her mom will love being part of the attic’s menagerie of ghosts and ghouls as much as she does.
#this...this got out of hand#rewrote it twice so it might be a bit of a mess but i think i got to mash together the concepts i was leaning between#hope u enjoy it anon!! thank u for this!!!#my fics#beetlejuice musical#ticklish!lydia#lil bit of adam at the end too but im not gonna tag it#lydia deetz#adam maitland#barbara maitland#beetlejuice#not gonna tag delia either but bless her heart#not explicitly ship but. i think adam barbara and beetlejuice hold hands sometimes idk#tried to include a couple easter eggs/references i hope ppl enjoy those hehe#also bj is just so much fun to write. funky lil freak
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mcsrtober day four, crystals :3
#mcsr#mcsr fanart#hbg#hbg fanart#mcyt#mcyt fanart#moleyg#moleyg fanart#dude's just chillin#fun fact i drew the actual fucking end crystal designs on the stupid end crystals#took me much longer than i would care to admit#also WHY IS BEDROCK STUPID HARD TO DRAW#i used myself as a reference pose again do shoulders normally do that slash i wish i was joking#easter egg included :3#mcsrtober#mcsrtober 2023
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Transformers: Rescue Bots in Disguise – Dirtboss and the Constructicons
Here we have the first post dedicated to one specific character for this au: Dirtboss, the tiny forklift that works as the foreman for her giant Constructicon coworkers! (It's my au, and I decided it'd be neat to shake up some of the Constructicons presentation-wise)
Dirtboss is first introduced either in the middle of season 2 or early on in season 3. She arrives on Earth well before the rest of the Constructicons in response to Chase and the crew putting in a request for an on-site construction team. As the foreman AND union rep, it's her duty to make sure it's an acceptable work site and to make sure their employer is compliant with their union codes (which is something she is VERY BIG on)
Dirtboss: Alrighty, Officer Bossbot, time to sign the union paperwork for me and my crew – and don't go thinkin' we're using that pre-war High Council scrap some of those Senators are pushin' for a return of back on Cybertron!
Chase: Of course not, the benefits and protections for your crew would be horrendous. I was already under the impression we would be using the Constructicon Charter of the standard Unified Rescue Bot Association (URBA).
Dirtboss: You. I LIKE you. What's your name again?
Chase: Officer Chase, at your service.
As stated above, Dirtboss is VERY big on union rules and regulations – she'll refuse to budge on ANYTHING, no matter how big or small it may be. For instance, there would be a moment shortly after she first arrives on Earth where the group is either running from or chasing after an escaped prisoner in alt-mode; except for her, who will be running alongside them in bot mode–
Someone (likely Sideswipe if he and Sunstreaker have been introduced): Hey Bossybolts, I know forklifts aren't necessarily FAST, but it's gotta be better than running, right?
Dirtboss: "No Constructicon is permitted to operate in their alternate mode(s) whilst on an alien planet unless they have completed and are up-to-date on all prerequisite training for their alternate mode or for the closest equivalent to their alternate mode as deemed appropriate by the on-site foreman. If the Constructicon's alternate mode(s) do not exist on said alien planet and there are no appropriate equivalents approved by the foreman, then the Constructicon must scan a new alternate mode(s) from the alien planet that fulfills the function of their role on their crew and complete all prerequisite training for the new mode(s)." Constructicon Union Code, Article 19, Subsection 8, Paragraph 5.
Raf: So... You have to get forklift certified?
Dirtboss: EARTH forklift certified. I'm already certified for the forklifts on Cybertron, Nebulos, and Hedonia, as well as several dozen other worlds my crew's come into contact with.
– and that's just one example of many examples of Dirtboss strictly enforcing the union codes for herself AND her crew.
Now, why did I make the very first post about one specific character on Dirtboss? Because she's none other than the successor to Nexus Prime, the First Combiner! And why not make the successor to the first in-universe Combiner the first Combiner to be shown in real life?
When Dirtboss is revealed as the successor to Nexus, the main issue of the season will be that there's a bunch of random combinations happening between Cybertronians on Earth. What's unique about her is that she can transform into a giant head to combine with any number of Constructicons (it's always at least two other Constructicons, but the upper limit is All Of Them), and regardless of who she combines with or how many there are, they always form Devastator – the most complete Combiner in the series. No issues with communication, no issues with clashing personalities, and no risk of getting split apart prematurely. I'm thinking this is even reflected by color scheme: the Constructicons always use the same uniformed color scheme which carries over to Devastator, whereas every other Combiner has components with completely separate color schemes.
At some point, Dirtboss will also attain the ability to gift or take away the ability of combination – most likely, it'll happen when she gets ahold of the Enigma of Combination.
And there you have Dirtboss, who – regardless of whether she's a forklift managing her crew of giants or the literal head of the many-in-one demolition bot – will always make sure everything is up to code.
#Transformers: Rescue Bots in Disguise#Transformers: Rescue Bots#Transformers: Robots in Disguise (2015)#Transformers#maccadam#It's very important to me that everyone knows that my mental image of her includes a hardhat-like design to the top of her head#Both in bot mode AND in Devastator-head-mode#Also I included an easter egg in the union code example. Did you spot it? :]#long post
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