POV you're me at the beetlejuice musical tour. right orchestra row r seat 2. trying not to mcfreakin lose it as the b-man himself calls you out and proceeds to say this to you in front of everyone
(THEY EXTENDED THE LAST "THIS GUY KNOWS WHAT I'M TALKIN ABOUT" JOKE IN THE TOUR SCRIPT...AND THIS IS HOW I HAD TO FIND OUT...slowly places face in hands)
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this is advice I've given friends directly before and I've probably also posted it but I really like giving it so here it is potentially again: do not create something for an imaginary bad faith reader.
there will always be someone who finds fault in your work. there will be people who read the messages on it wrong. there will be people who will take every compelling aspect about your work off of it so they can put in their own.
you cannot make art for these people.
you will never write a story that is free from criticism. you will never draw a piece that everyone finds appealing. you will never compose a song that everyone enjoys hearing. you cannot, fundamentally, set out to create something and only think of how you can avoid someone not liking it.
because, and this is key, there will be someone who sees every angle of your story and feels its intent in their heart and gushes to their friends about it. you will draw someone's favorite art and they will make it their phone wallpaper because they want to see it every day. someone will fall in love with your song and loop it on their way to work because it gets them through the day. and THOSE are the people your work is for. THOSE are the people you have to care about, because they love what you make for what it is - because it's itself.
if you set out to create something and file off every sharp edge, prune every thorn, you will be left with something fragile and weak, and it will be fragile and weak for the sake of someone who does not exist but that you were scared of anyway.
sharing art is complex and tangled and powerful, and anything you care enough to create deserves to flourish as itself. get sillay.
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legality n.
the quality or state of being in accordance with the law.
(a short little drabble, for your viewing pleasure)
"This…cannot be legal."
Money continues to rain from the sky; bills flutter around your head like drifting feathers. Beetlejuice collapses in front of you, onto the literal pile of money that's forming on your bed. Now he's making snow angel movements. Beaming up at you in delight.
"No such thing as illegal in the Netherworld, babes."
For a moment, you can only stare as your boyfriend proceeds to pluck a hundred dollar bill from the air and devour it. He licks his lips.
"We're not in the Netherworld, Beetlejuice," you protest. "Where did this money come from?"
"Unclear." Waving a hand to dismiss the thought, he grins wider, fangs gleaming. "The internet says good boyfriends should always provide financially."
Desperately, you attempt to process the implications behind unclear, mumbling, "Yeah, the internet says a lot of stupid shit."
Beetlejuice is sprawled out before you, so it's easy enough to reach out and cradle his face in your hands. Your demon cranes his neck up to watch you. Pale stripes of pink blend through his hair. Even his eyes soften, crinkling at the sides as he melts into the affection, and muttering nonsense under his breath.
"And as much as I enjoy the idea of going to prison for money laundering of using counterfeit bills, maybe we put all this back…wherever it came from?"
"I'd never leave you in prison," he protests. "What kinda boyfriend would I be if I left ya behind bars?" A pause, a contemplation, a widening grin. "Hey, you wanna try that? It could be sexy. I'm the hero showing up to save the day, break you out of prison, and we reunite properly…y'know, a bit of the ol' f-"
"You saw this in a porn video, didn't you?" you ask flatly.
Pressing the points of his index fingers together, he looks up at you through his eyelashes and offers a few innocent blinks. "Maybe?"
"I'm not going to prison as foreplay."
The sound of metal chains fills the air; a pair of handcuffs drops into his hand. Beetlejuice waggles his brows. "Guess we'll have to go for the DIY version, then."
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If you're reading this and you have any single word prompts you would maybe like explored (if the inspiration hits me) in a very short drabble like this, I'm happy to hear them. Also, I promise I'm working on an actual story too...this is just a lil' something on the side
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Take...idk...6??? I have drawn him differently so many times jkashdjshd but I THINK I'm satisfied with this design :)
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