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mini comic based on that one anon ask about fast food
I wanted to keep this short and sweet, but then Vox opened his mouth and just wouldn't stop yapping and now the sickfic draft is 1,5k words long and these stupid idiots still haven't done ANYthing
Alvoxweek Day 5: Possessiveness "BAD END: NTR ROUTE -> TRY AGAIN?"
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It's super late, we are talking around 3 am. You're on your phone scrolling through social media. You didn't have work tomorrow, so it was fine to stay up late for once. Sighing, you pull up your covers to under your chin, and just as you get comfortable, you pause. There's some odd noise at your window. You narrow your eyes in the dark, flip your phone's flashlight on, and point its beam at the window. It's open. "What in the world..." You said quietly, for no reason, you lived alone. You start to get up, but pause again. You look up, eyes wide. The sound that came out of your mouth wasn't one you were proud of; it sounded like a cat getting hit by a truck or something like that. You fall out of the bed and land on the floor, tangled in your duvet. Breathing heavily, you sit up, phone face down, the light turned to the ceiling. In the corner of your room, you see red eyes. "... Moon?" you try, it would be crazy if it were- "... Yes." Moon says, Moon who is in your house, in your room. "WHAT?!" You shout and see him flinch back, hugging the wall with his back. "Sorry, Starlight." He says so softly that it soothes you just a tad. Taking a deep breath, you get back on the bed and stare at him, phone forgotten. "How in the world are you guys here?" Moon looks... Sheepish, eyes glancing away from you. "We... Missed you, so we snuck out of the plex." He rasps, a claw tapping the wall. "This is crazy, you guys. You can't just... Leave the plex!" Something happens, gears shifting in the bot in your room, Moon looks unhappy. "We should be able to. You are our star; we should be able to see you outside of the plex." He huffed, then pushed off the wall, slowly moved onto the bed, and sat on the foot end. You watch him closely. "I... I know, Moonie, I-im sorry, but if you guys get found out for going out and coming here... I could get in trouble." Moon moved a clawed hand carefully over and gently cupped your cheek, moving closer to you on his knees. "We won't get found out. We just wanted to see you, Starlight." He whispered. His thumb caresses your cheek with gentle swipes. You can't help it, you lean into the touch. "Okay... Okay then, just for tonight, you can stay here with me." You smile just a bit and turn your face carefully, eyes staying on his as you kiss the palm of his huge hand. Moon nodded, then leaned forward and gently put his teeth against your forehead as a form of kiss. "Thank you, Star." You smile again, softer. "What do you guys wanna do then? We can probably do board games and stuff." Moon stayed silent for a moment as he sat back on his heels, his hands now holding yours in your lap. You figured he's talking with Sun. Moon hummed. "We could do that, or maybe we can make sure you do not leave this bed with working legs." Your eyes almost fell out of your skull. "IM SORRY??" You said loudly, face flushed in the low light. Moon was chuckling. "Aw, you don't want to have sex with us, Star?" He purred. This motherfucker. "Fine." Moon perked up. You were bright red. "Ugh, whatever, let's see how this will fucking work with you, weirdos." Moon looked like a cat ready to catch the mouse in front of him. "Oh yes." He replied. You're so fucked. Oh well.
around and around and around we go,
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트위터의 @Leon_y8 님의 아이디어였고, 그 아이디어로 새로운 시도를 해보았어요 감사합니다🙇♀️
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Sometimes you don't need to show it. But someone will hear and see you.
he’s got that previously neglected at a shelter dog rizz. he looks like he wants to quietly sit next to you on the couch while you watch tv
this turned out way more sweetness than I intended it to be especially since I imagine he just came home from killing a man
what if i made a DYTHS? fic. what then huh

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The Love Story of Beetlejuice and Lydia: Through Centuries and Prejudices
In a world where reality intertwines with the otherworldly, where shadows hold secrets and silence whispers forgotten stories, two people so different met that fate itself seemed to rebel against their union.
First Meeting: Wariness and Curiosity
Beetlejuice is a spirit who has lived for over six centuries. He has witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations, laughed at human fears, and long ago stopped believing in the sincerity of feelings. His world is a play with the boundaries of reality, where emotions are merely a tool of manipulation.
Lydia is a 23-year-old woman with a soul woven from dark poetry and gothic aesthetics. She saw what was hidden from others, heard the whispers of shadows, and was not afraid of the dark. Her loneliness was a voluntary choice—the world of "normal" people seemed false to her.
Their meeting occurred by chance: Lydia, exploring an old mansion, stumbled upon an ancient artifact that awakened Beetlejuice's spirit. At first, he saw her as just another victim of his pranks, but her steadfastness and the depth of her gaze made him pause.
"You're not like everyone else," he muttered, feeling a strange thrill for the first time in centuries.
"And you're not who you pretend to be," Lydia replied, looking him in the eye without fear.
Challenges: Confronting Prejudice
Their connection became a challenge for both worlds:
To the living, Lydia became a "strange one," in touch with otherworldly forces. Her friends turned away, and her horrified parents sought ways to "exorcise the demon."
For the Otherworld, the union of spirit and human being violated unspoken laws. Beetlejuice was threatened with banishment to the darkest corners of the afterlife.
But the more pressured the circumstances became, the stronger their bond became. Lydia taught Beetlejuice to cherish the moments:
They watched sunsets together, where the sky blazed like hellfire;
She read him poetry, and he, to his own surprise, listened with bated breath;
He showed her secret paths between worlds, and she gave him a warmth he hadn't known in centuries.
Beetlejuice, in turn, revealed to Lydia the beauty of chaos:
He taught her not to fear shadows, but to see them as allies;
He shared stories of bygone eras, bringing the past to life with his tales;
He protected her from those who tried to destroy her world.
Epiphany: "We cannot live without each other."
One day, when Lydia was on the brink of death due to a spirit conspiracy, Beetlejuice did something he had never done before: he abandoned his principles. He sacrificed part of his power to save her, and in that moment he realized: she had become his life.
Lydia, waking up, whispered:
"I thought loneliness was my element. But without you, it became empty."
Beetlejuice, with unusual tenderness, replied:
"I forgot what it was to feel. You gave me back the heart I never had."
Love: Acceptance and Happiness
They stopped fighting reality. Beetlejuice abandoned playing with fate, Lydia stopped hiding behind a mask of alienation. Their love became a bridge between worlds:
They created a home where Gothic stained glass windows coexisted with ghostly lights;
They hosted parties where the living and the dead mingled, and no one felt like a stranger;
They learned to see beauty in differences—her youth and his eternity, her passion for life and his knowledge of death.
Epilogue: Happiness That Will Endurе
The years passed, but their feelings never weakened. Beetlejuice, contrary to his nature, learned to cherish every moment with Lydia. She, in turn, found in him something no living person could give—endless devotion and the ability to see right through her soul.
One day, Lydia asked,
"How long will this last?"
Beetlejuice smiled—for the first time, sincerely, without sarcasm:
"As long as you want it to last. Even eternity is just a word, if you're by my side."
And this was their truth: love, born against the laws of the world, became their own law. They found happiness not in changing each other, but in accepting each other as they were.
And so, amidst shadows and light, between life and death, a story blossomed that proved that true love knows no bounds.
A brief overview of the fandom's essence (the text isn't mine, but that's how I see it in my art).
Day 5 of Beetlejam
Graveyard
This is based on the story me and @tambovfox come out with. In our countries, it's common to leave sweets/wine on graves, and we were once talking about how Lydia would often see BJ there when walking through the Graveyard. And things become so serious for BJ that he starts leaving very fancy sweets for Lydia on her favorite gravestones, like Ferrero Rocher, and Lydia notice that and thinks:
"Damn, who leaves Ferrero Rocher in the damn cemetery?"