by Ad Clarkson

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@saidhisname
by Ad Clarkson
Beetlejuice (1988)
✰ — — — STRANGER THINGS : THE GATE SENTENCE STARTERS
‘ i never gave up on you. ’ ‘ i called you every night. ’ ‘ what the hell is this? where have you been? ’ ‘ let’s talk. alone. ’ ‘ so i should be thanking you then? ’ ‘ no, nothing about this is okay! nothing about this is okay! ’ ‘ you stupid, disgusting, lying piece of shit! ’ ‘ oh, you like these pearls? ’ ‘ you’re a real lifesaver, you know that? ’ ‘ how is this important right now? ’ ‘ it’s not important. i’m sorry. ’ ‘ you should go with him. ’ ‘ no one’s leaving anyone. ’ ‘ i may be a pretty shitty boyfriend, but turns out i’m actually a pretty damn good babysitter. ’ ‘ turns out i’m a pretty damn good babysitter. ’ ‘ just be careful, alright? ’ ‘ i can’t lose you again. ’ ‘ you won’t lose me. ’ ‘ you promise? ’ ‘ promise. ’ ‘ so what, we’re just not gonna talk about it, huh? ’ ‘ i’m just curious, you know, why all the sudden you look like some kind of mtv punk. ’ ‘ i’m not mad, i just wanna know where you’ve been. that’s all. ’ ‘ i… i shouldn’t have left. ’ ‘ no, this isn’t on you. i should’ve been there. ’ ‘ sometimes i feel like i’m just some kind of black hole or something. ’ ‘ the blackhole got her. and somehow, i’ve just been scared, you know? i’ve just been scared that it’d take you too. ’ ‘ i’m so sorry. for everything. ’ ‘ i can be so… so… stupid. just really stupid. ’ ‘ i don’t hate it, by the way. ’ ‘ bitchin’. ’ ‘ okay… sure. bitchin’. ’ ‘ is this really necessary? ’ ‘ this is a ground-breaking scientific discovery. we can’t just bury it like some common mammal, okay? it’s not a dog. ’ ‘ okay, first of all, this is not some stupid sports game. and second, we’re not even in the game. we’re on the bench. ’ ‘ right– so my point is… right, yeah. ’ ‘ we’re on the bench so, uh, there’s nothing we can do. ’ ‘ yeah, and then we all die! ’ ‘ no, that’s not a point of view, man. that’s a fact. ’ ‘ oh yeah? that’s a no. ’ ‘ hey! hey! hey! this is not happening. ’ ‘ no, no, no, no, no. no buts. ’ ‘ i promised i’d keep you shitheads safe and that’s exactly what i plan on doing. ’ ‘ we’re staying here. on the bench. and we’re waiting for the starting team to do their job. ’ ‘ i said does everybody understand that? i need a yes. ’ ‘ he can’t know i’m here. he’ll kill me. he’ll kill us. ’ ‘ am i dreaming or is that you? ’ ‘ yeah, it’s me. don’t cream your pants. ’ ‘ what are you doing here, amigo? ’ ‘ doesn’t ring a bell. sorry, buddy. ’ ‘ you know, i don’t know, this whole situation here is giving me the heebie-jeebies. ’ ‘ man, were you dropped too much as a child or what? ’ ‘ i don’t know what you don’t understand about what i just said. ’ ‘ looks like you got some fire in you after all! ’ ‘ yes, kick his ass! murder that son of a bitch! ’ ‘ you little shit, what did you do? ’ ‘ are you sure this is a good idea? ’ ‘ let’s kill this son of a bitch. ’ ‘ it’s okay, you put up a good fight. he kicked your ass, but you put up a good fight. ’ ‘ they were gonna leave you behind, but i promised you’d be cool, okay? ’ ‘ everybody shut up! i’m trying to focus! ’ ‘ what’s happening? it hurts! ’ ‘ let me go! ’ ‘ oh, no… you guys. ’ ‘ hey, where do you think you’re going. ’ ‘ what are you, deaf? hello! ’ ‘ we are not going down there right now, i made myself clear! ’ ‘ this ends right now! ’ ‘ you’re upset, i get it. ’ ‘ the bottom line is, a party member requires assistance and it is our duty to provide that assistance. ’ ‘ i know you promised them that you’d keep us safe, so keep us safe. ’ ‘ whoa, whoa, whoa. hey, hey, hey, hey! i don’t think so. ’ ‘ any of you shits die down here, i’m getting the blame. ’ ‘ got it, dipshit? ’ ‘ from here on out, i’m leading the way. ’ ‘ those suckers got you pretty good, huh? ’ ‘ it’s not working. it’s not working! are you listening to me? ’ ‘ you’re killing him! ’ ‘ you remember me? ’ ‘ that was a pretty douchey thing to do. ’ ‘ you did good. you did so good. ’ ‘ sometimes i impress even myself. ’ ‘ what’s so important about one night? ’ ‘ do you always have to be filming everything? ’ ‘ you look so handsome! ’ ‘ we should, you know, get out there… like, do our thing. ’ ‘ yeah, i love it, but not as much as i love you. ’ ‘ get out of my room! ’ ‘ see? pretty. ’ ‘ you don’t care. ’ ‘ i don’t care. ’ ‘ there you go. you’re learning, my friend. ’ ‘ hey, come on. you look great, okay? you look great! ’ ‘ you’re gonna go in there, look like a million bucks, and you’re gonna slay ‘em dead. ’ ‘ yeah, uh… don’t do that, okay? ’ ‘ holy shit! what happened to you? ’ ‘ are you trying to ask me to dance, stalker? ’ ‘ wanna dance? ’ ‘ you’re my favorite. ’ ‘ you’ve always been my favorite. ’ ‘ girls this age are dumb. ’ ‘ how are you holding up? ’ ‘ yeah, that feeling never goes away. ’ ‘ it is true what they say, you know. every day it does get a little easier. ’
Lydia for Inktober
Beetlejuice (1988)
if we’re mutuals there is a 102% chance that i rly want to talk to you but i’m scared that you’ll find me awkward or annoying and will dislike me
I drew our boi fighting off the sand worm from Beetlejuice. Just a wierd idea that came to mind.
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Lydia Deetz from Beetlejuice!
Ink and watercolor on illustration board. This is the first of a series of “women of halloween” portraits I’m doing. Morticia Addams is almost done, and Winnifred Sanderson from Hocus Pocus will be the third.
i want threads with build up. i want shippy threads, but i don’t like forced ships. so i want to start from the beginning, so our muses have to grow to like, hate, or love each other. i want them to fight. i want them to go nights without talking. i want them to go days where they can’t get enough of the other and others where they hardly want to be around each other. i want relationship development. i want threads with build up. i want to rp real things. that means nothing has to be perfect.
Dead Man’s Bones | Buried in Water
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The lipstick smears across the glass with a horrible shriek, some invisible force doing the deed…though it is no spirit.
Slowly, words make themselves known in the crimson mess, almost mimicking blood as each letter slowly appears.
T U R N A R O U N D :)
A balloon, bright red like the very lipstick used to communicate with the entity, floats towards her from behind…then bursts in a flash of blood, revealing the clown with the bloody maw, twisted into a deadly grin.
“Hiya, Deetzy!”
The shriek is almost ear grating in its hollow sound, causing the small hairs on the back of her neck to stand straight. Eyes widen at the near sudden response and Lydia forgets to exhale the breath that was trapped within her lungs. She stays in that position a moment longer, eyes locked on the words before she slowly slides around the cushioned stool to see the red balloon floating up to her face.
POP!
A shrill pierces the air, red blood splashes and streaks across Lydia’s face and anywhere else it could reach. With a flail of dark-clad arms, the teen falls off the stool and smacks her head against the leg of her vanity, chest heaving. Eyes are still wide as she stares up at the clown, eyes closing in on the bloodied maw.
“What do you want?”
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and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }
Your muse throws a punch at mine.
My muse throws a punch at yours.
Your muse suddenly grips my muse’s hair.
My muse suddenly grips your muse’s hair.
Your muse roughly grabs my muse’s arm.
My muse roughly grabs your muse’s arm.
Your muse grips my muse’s hips.
My muse grips your muse’s hips.
Your muse wraps their hands tightly around my muse’s neck.
My muse wraps their hands tightly around your muse’s neck.
Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.
My muse slams yours against a wall hard.
Your muse pushes my muse to their knees.
My muses pushes your to their knees.
Your muse bites mine.
My muse bites yours.
Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them.
My muse clutches their hand tightly around your muse’s mouth to silence them.
Your muse grabs my muse’s wrists.
My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.
Your muse attempts to shove away mine.
My muse attempts to push off yours.
Your muse roughly kisses mine.
My muse roughly kisses yours.
Your muse pins mine onto the ground.
My muse pins yours to the ground.
Your muse delivers beatings to mine.
My muse delivers beatings to yours.
Your muse breaks my muse’s arm.
My muse breaks your muse’s arm.
Mun chooses.
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halloween/fall rp prompts | accepting
@grincarved
The board was laid out on the dusty floorboards, candles flickered giving a soft glow to the otherwise dark room and casting shadows up the sides of the walls. Lydia’s hands squeezed at one another as dark eyes seemed to roam around the room, seeming anxious she was even agreeing to this.
“If we do this, there’s no telling what kind of spirit we will be communicating with.”