habitabel

[habitabel]

NAP TIME!!

Hiii 👋

Can I get a Sniper handing out in a tree pls?

Quick little thing. I’ve been con crunching so I haven’t had the chance to draw

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IN THE CLUB, WE ALL FAM

in the end, the true tenth class was us all along <3

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I still can't believe it... Best day EVERRR

MERRY SMISSMAS FROM TF COMICS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 7

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I just finished the TF2 seventh chapter I'm not okay currently

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EXCUSE ME

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERES A DELETED SCENE OF FIYERO AND BOQ SHIRTLESS??

[habitabel]

Hey, I'm sorry I never got back to you on your request. I do have it on my plan, you're next on the list after the one i'm working on right now. It takes me about a week to write a req, so I'm sorry for the wait 😅

-Rea ❤

Oh now I feel bad about my request to star I'm so sorry take your time babes 🫶 I'll enjoy it either way 💚

[habitabel]

I have asked 2 other people to do this and I never got anything back so I'll ask you!! Reader who somehow has a pet sandworm and bjs reaction!! I imagine reader has the 'runt' so it's super tiny, small enough to fit in the cage they bought for it and in little sweaters like it's a snake or something lol

any BJ and whatever gender you want ty 🫶

Love you star 💚🪦

THIS IS SO CUTEEEE!! How dare those two people not answer this request!! >:( (Sorry that mine took so long! I hit a bump in the road this week, and it set me back, 😔, thank you for being so patient with me!!) And the sandworm being the runt?! THAT'S EVEN CUTERRRR!! The sweaters are lowkey the best part. Beej would learn how to knit/crochet JUST to be able to make sweaters. I hope you really enjoy this, Abel, I LOVE YA TOOOO!!

Happy Reading! - Star ★

-★-★-★-★-★-★-★-  Trigger Warnings: Fluff -★-★-★-★-★-★-★-  Key:       ★ (Y/N) = Your Name       ★ (L/N) = Last Name      ★ (Y/NN) = Your Nickname  -★-★-★-★-★-★-★-  Requested by: @habitabel -★-★-★-★-★-★-★-  Tag List: (The only person so far that is listed on the taglist is Abel, and I WILL be starting a list! If you want to join it, leave a reply on this post, future posts, or shoot me a message :D) -★-★-★-★-★-★-★- 

- ★ - Sandworms & Sweaters - ★ -

The rain gently taps the window, as the thunder rumbles in the far distance. It’s a gentle thunderstorm as of right now, but you don’t mind, it’s quite nice actually. 

However, the rain isn’t the only thing that you hear. A gentle shuffle of leaves comes from the little tank on the small table in your room. Inside, moves a little sandworm, who is your favorite pet. Little Sandy.

You walk over to look in the tank, as she inches up onto her little rock, her little red eyes, and her other yellow ones too, are gazing at you with happiness, as her tail twitches slightly in amusement.

“Hey there, girl. Hungry, huh?”, you say softly, as you grab the little jar of crickets you have set aside.

As you obviously know, sandworms eat ghosts, but for the sake of your kindness to other ghosts, she eventually grew to enjoy crickets too, sometimes even mice!

A lot smaller than your average sandworm, really being the size of about a pet snake, Little Sandy was the runt of her group when you found her.

Though, you can’t really say ‘group’, as you brought her home one day after finding her on the side of the road. How she got there? You have no idea. Immediately, you took care of her as if she were your own, until eventually, she did become your own.

You drop a cricket near her head, and she happily shuffles over and munches it up with a crunch. Smiling, you giggle at the fact of how happy she can be, such an energetic little thing.

“Babes! Where are ya?”, you hear a raspy voice call out. Your boyfriend Beej is most likely barreling up the stairs just to come up and annoy you. It’s probably not annoyance though, as you find his clinginess and toddler-like-attitude rather cute.

“Up here, Beej..”, you mutter. It’s been a long day with your activities, and you’re exhausted to say the least. Rubbing your temples due to your minor headache, you fall onto the wheeled office stool next to Little Sandy’s tank, letting it slide over for a few moments.

Your green-haired demon comes bouncing into the room with his usual sense of excitement, causing you to smile. He’s such a child sometimes, and that’s one of the reasons you love him.

His bounciness ceases as he looks at you with a sad, yet curious look. A few strands of his hair fade to purple, signaling his sadness, and causing you to frown.

Oh yeah, yet another thing you love about him.

He holds out his arms towards you, inviting you to cling to his torso, or just lean against him. Beej gives the nicest hugs in your opinion, and so, you saunter into his arms, leaning against his chest as he pulls you close.

His hand runs up and down your back softly, as both of your gazes drift to Little Sandy’s tank, before you feel Beej bounce up, startling you.

“BABES!”, he says shouting slightly with a smile on his face, that causes you to smile. He looks so childish and adorable.

“I didn’t know you had a sandworm!”, he exclaims. He clasps his hands together and rushes over to the tank to crouch down and get eye-level with Little Sandy.

Little Sandy tilts her head curiously as she shuffles to the corner of her tank to meet Beej’s gaze. Her little snake-like body moves hastily, causing Beej to giggle with excitement. 

Beej then turns to you quickly, pulling you over to the tank with him, practically jumping up and down like a kid. Again, adorable.

“Can I pet it, Babes?”, he begins, clasping his hands together as your hands are within his grasp. He then follows with a “Pleeease?”, showing his puppy eyes that always get to you.

“Sure,”, you say with a soft smile, running your fingers through his hair. He laughs as he plants a kiss on your cheek, moving his arm to in the tank to run his finger ever so softly across the creature’s back. 

Little Sandy is of course loving all of the attention she’s receiving. She lets out a little ‘squeeeak’ of delight, looking up at Beej’s face through the glass wall.

Beej eventually moves the covering of the tank, gently and softly reaching in with both hands, scooping the little sandworm up, as she squeaks once more with happiness, snuggling her head against Beej’s thumb, causing him to giggle once more.

You smile at him, planting one more kiss on his cheek, your head resting on his shoulder softly. “Beej, meet Little Sandy. Little Sandy, Beej.”, you say proudly, scratching the sandworm’s chin.

The little striped creature squeaks once more, looking up at Beej, as Beej smiles down at Little Sandy, causing a grin to spread across your own face. 

“You guys are gonna get along great, I can tell.”, you say with a chuckle, laying a little more on Beej’s shoulder.

Beej plants a kiss on top of your head, replying with a chuckle, “Too late Babes, I already made her some sweaters.”

He says this as he holds up a tiny little knitted green sweater, causing Little Sandy to squeal and nuzzle the sweater, as if to say she wants it on.

She of course doesn’t have arms, so the sweater is a little tube essentially, but it’s perfect nonetheless.

Beej slips it over her head, and onto her little body, as he sets her back down in her tank. Immediately, she begins shuffling all over the place, letting out her little squeaks and squeals, causing you and Beej to smile.

Who knew that the saying was true? 

Big things really can come in small packages.

 

- ★ - Written by Saddled-On-Stars - ★ -

[habitabel]

YESSSSSSSS THIS IS WHAT IM LOOKING FOR TY TY TY I HAVE BEEN BLESSED TODAY

Missing In Action Master Post

All chapters of my fanfic below. Definitely read the prologue first.

New Chapters release on Saturdays.

Missing in Action Prologue https://www.tumblr.com/cheemscakecat/739458765204701184/missing-in-action-prologue?source=share

Missing in Action Chapter 1: Morning.

https://www.tumblr.com/cheemscakecat/740086578940182528/missing-in-action?source=share

Missing in Action Chapter 2: Missing.

https://www.tumblr.com/cheemscakecat/740704992762134528/missing-in-action?source=share

Missing in Action Chapter 3: New Guy

https://www.tumblr.com/cheemscakecat/741344898287091712/missing-in-action-3?source=share

Missing in Action Chapter 4: Passageway

https://www.tumblr.com/cheemscakecat/741994951891664896/missing-in-action-4?source=share

Missing in Action Chapter 5: Team Meat-ing [pt 1]

https://www.tumblr.com/cheemscakecat/742629698634498048/missing-in-action-5?source=share

Missing in Action Chapter 5 1/2 Team Meat-ing [pt 2]

https://www.tumblr.com/cheemscakecat/743257729124171777/missing-in-action-5-12?source=share

Missing in Action Chapter 6: Strange Dream, New Favorite Memory

https://www.tumblr.com/cheemscakecat/744533905362812928/missing-in-action-6?source=share

Missing in Action Chapter 7: Dream Team

https://www.tumblr.com/cheemscakecat/745140674377252864/missing-in-action-7?source=share

Missing in Action Chapter 8: Battle Plan

https://www.tumblr.com/cheemscakecat/745790534195494912/missing-in-action-8?source=share

Missing in Action Chapter 9: Boiling Point

https://www.tumblr.com/cheemscakecat/747068557618184192/missing-in-action-9?source=share

Missing in Action Chapter 10: Splitting Up

https://www.tumblr.com/cheemscakecat/748326932064649216/missing-in-action-10?source=share

Missing in Action Chapter 11: Injury

https://www.tumblr.com/cheemscakecat/749593104318906368/missing-in-action-11?source=share

Missing in Action Chapter 12: Malum

https://www.tumblr.com/cheemscakecat/752767223582670848/missing-in-action-12?source=share

Missing in Action Chapter 13: Regret

https://www.tumblr.com/cheemscakecat/753410632110473216/missing-in-action-13?source=share

Missing in Action Chapter 14: Reflection

https://www.tumblr.com/cheemscakecat/755929098248962048/missing-in-action-14?source=share

[habitabel]

hiiiiii do you think you could do beetlejuice x reader headcanons where the reader is comforting him? any situation i really dont care just have fun with it. I literally can not find that stuff ANYWHERE and I love your writing so PERFECT lol thank you!

Okay, I don't know if headcanons mean something else on tumblr, but people keep asking for them in the form of a fic? (Not saying that you did, just it's a similar situation.) I typically put a random list of small events and little moments, but if you want a full-blown fic, feel free to say that and I'll write that too :) I deeply apologize if that's not how hcs are done, I'm trying to learn, I promise! I hope this is okay, I take all constructive criticism :) But, UGH! Beej is SUCH a softie, and the idea of the reader comforting him just warms my heart. Hope you enjoy these!

Happy Reading! - Star ★

-★-★-★-★-★-★-★-  Trigger Warnings: Explicit Language, Mentions of Abusive Parent, Scars/Marks -★-★-★-★-★-★-★-  Key:       ★ (Y/N) = Your Name       ★ (L/N) = Last Name      ★ (Y/NN) = Your Nickname  -★-★-★-★-★-★-★-  Requested by: @lasagnafingers

- ★ - Bug-Boy Headcanons - ★ -

It's a rainy day, and you both are sitting there, watching a movie, something cheesy and ridiculous, but you both don't mind.

He randomly stretches, his sleeves on his striped-button up moving up his arms slightly, revealing scars and marks as if to show fingernails digging into his skin.

You look at him in disbelief. Did he do this to himself?

"Bug? W-What's all this?", you ask him, taking his arm gently in your hands.

He pulls his arms away, quickly huddling to the corner of the couch, holding his arms to his torso, rambling nonsense to himself.

"N-N-Nothing, it's f-fine-..."

"No, Beej, it's not. Please, tell me what it all is."

Oh god, it's bad. They aren't even fresh.

You shuffle over to him slowly, gently reaching your hand out to cup his head.

You begin running your fingers through his hair, which tends to calm him down slightly.

Damn, he flinches.

But he then slightly relaxes, and shifts quickly to cling to your torso.

"M-My mom.."

"Oh, Beej-"

"She was a b-bitch. Did this shit to m-me…"

You hug him, still running your fingers through his now purple hair.

God, you wish you could kill that fucker.

Hurting your Beej?

Yeah, not on your watch.

"I’m never going to let anyone hurt you ever again, Beej."

"I promise."

His hair fades to a mix of purple with pink highlights, as you feel him hug you tighter.

You love this man, no doubt about that.

He is yours.

Scars, and all.

- ★ - Written by Saddled-On-Stars - ★ -

[habitabel]

TY STAR ILY 💚🫶

I dressed as Beetlejuice for Halloween so how about beetlejuice with a gn reader who dressed as him for Halloween ORRRR gn reader who wears his stripes and his reaction? Ty star ily 🫶

HIII! Oh my GOD that sounds so cool!! Wish I coulda seen it, it sounds A W E S O M E. I feel that Beej would love Halloween a lot, but I also like the idea of the reader just wearing stripe- "do a mixture~... oOoOoOo~... do both~..." THE CREEPY VOICES UNDER MY BED HAVE SPOKEN- I hope you enjoy this one darling, I love ya too :) 🫶

Happy Reading! - Star ★

-★-★-★-★-★-★-★-  Trigger Warnings: Explicit Language, HEAVILY-Suggestive Themes -★-★-★-★-★-★-★-  ⚠️ RATING WARNING: This piece may be sensitive for some readers. It contains slight sexual content, please proceed with caution. (Recommended: 13+) -★-★-★-★-★-★-★-  Key:       ★ (Y/N) = Your Name       ★ (L/N) = Last Name      ★ (Y/NN) = Your Nickname  -★-★-★-★-★-★-★-  Requested by: @habitabel

- ★ - Spirit Stripes - ★ -

"Ready to go, Babes?", you hear a familiar voice call out from downstairs.

Your boyfriend Beetlejuice, (or as you called him, 'Beej' or 'Bug') and you were preparing to leave for your annual 'Halloween Date'.

Obviously, you two are a bit old for trick-or-treating, but that doesn't stop you from doing it though. It's nice for you two, like you can still have a little fun at your age. Considering the outfits and the looks, everyone mostly assumes 'Striped Zombie', which works.

However, you like to wait until the little kids have done theirs, so you've agreed to go get dinner before hand every year, which is nice too.

You adjust the striped outfit that you're wearing. You wanted to surprise Beej, considering that he wears his stripes all the time. If you matched him in a way, it might look nice for the date.

"Yeah, Bug! Down in a sec!", you reply with a soft shout. You think he's going to enjoy the outfit, and that causes you to grin in the mirror.

Adjusting the striped blazer, you fix it over the white-button-up shirt and striped pants.

However, instead the stripes of black and white like Beej's, it's slightly different with light-green and gray. Mixing things up a bit.

You grab a bag, and dart out of your bedroom door and begin running down the stairs, eager to see him. "Coming!", you say.

He seems to be fixing his hair in the mirror on the wall next to the door, which shocks you, as he usually never cares about his appearance. Though he quickly whips around, at the possibility that you might be watching him.

His hair is immediate to turn pink and his cheeks follow suit, as he takes in the sight of you coming down the stairs. He's frozen, to say the least.

"Okay, so do you want me to driv-", you begin but you're cut off by the sight of him. He looks like he's just seen a ghost; ironic, huh?

"Bug, you okay?", you ask him, concern coating your voice. He seems like a statue. A big ol' striped stone statue.

"Y-You-... I-...", he stutters. God, he's so cute like this; all 'Blushy'.

In amusement, and with a smirk, you decide to do a little spin to show off the look, causing his blush to deepen even further.

"Whaddya think, Beej?", you ask softly.

Without gaining a response, you just chuckle, causing him to snap out of his gaze. But before you can do anything else, you notice that in a flash that he's pinned you against the door softly.

His eyes search yours as if to say, 'Is this okay?' asking for your consent before he pushes further.

You nod, as he kisses you, his tongue searching yours, as his kisses trail down to your neck.

"Bug, I-", but you're both but off by the sound of the doorbell outside. You both chuckle and you open the door to be greeted by a few little kids asking for candy.

"Trick-Or-Treat!", they all chime in unison, their smiles covering their faces, as you give them each some candy, and you and Beej head out for the night.

You both hop into your small old black car, you in You don't know where the night will take you, but you both know that you have taken the night.

- ★ - Written by Saddled_On_Stars - ★ -

[habitabel]

Just discovered what beetlebabes is... What's wrong with y'all

[habitabel]

What the flip guys

[habitabel]

GUYS WHY IS THERE NO BOQ X READER FICS WHAT ARE WE DOING CMON GET TO IT I NEED IT PLEASE I NOW WE HAVE SOME OPINIONS ON ETHAN BUT PLEASE

[habitabel]

made this this weekend (for me)

[habitabel]

Ty star EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU STAR

Hey! So for some reason your ask was deleted somehow?? It disappeared from my drafts?! But anyways, here you go lovely <3 @habitabel asked: please write Keatlejuice gifting reader stuffed animals please 🙏 and then listening to reader ramble on about the names, backstories, and how they got the stuffed animals they already have ty 🫶 I’m sorry that this one took me so long!! I hope you enjoy it!!

Happy reading! - Star ★

-★-★-★-★-★-★-★- Trigger Warnings: Explicit Language, Suggestive Themes -★-★-★-★-★-★-★- Key: ★ (Y/N) = Your Name ★ (L/N) = Last Name -★-★-★-★-★-★-★- Requested by: @habitabel (THANK YOU FOR BEING SO PATIENT WITH ME, I'm sorry that this took so long 😭🙏) -★-★-★-★-★-★-★-

- ★ - Stuffing Stories - ★ -

It’s 3AM, and the only sounds in the room are of your own groaning, and the pillows shuffling along your bed. You can’t sleep due to the constant negative thoughts running through your brain, at a million miles a minute.

The day was going great—work was it’s typical busy, but you don’t mind, and you even had a lighthearted chat with your coworker about your shared love for old sitcoms. But then came the side-eyed comment about your ‘Unwilling Service’ from someone who didn’t even know you, and how much it got into your head. You were just trying to answer their question, which was unbelievably bizarre. They asked something about how to get to the park that was thirty minutes away. Hell, you didn’t even know the place existed, and you didn’t work for a directory station.

You are already practically on edge as you walk through your apartment door. Dinner is an afterthought, the thought of eating even something small, sounding like too much of a task. And though you try distracting yourself with a movie, The Exorcist, obviously, the restless energy refuses to fade.

It isn't just today, though. Sleep had been a problem for weeks, a relentless cycle of tossing and turning that left you staring at the ceiling, wondering why you just couldn’t sleep. Tonight is no different. The clock ticked past midnight, then 1AM, now 2AM, each passing minute a reminder that tomorrow would be another day of exhaustion.

Your chest grows tight, your breathing shallower than you’ve experienced, in a LONG time for that matter. The usual distraction techniques aren’t working. Counting sheep, breathing exercises, even scrolling through your phone—all useless.

You pull the covers over your head, but the heaviness of the day’s events looms large. That offhand comment from earlier—’unwilling service…’ Did they mean lazy? Disinterested? Were they secretly annoyed with you? Did everyone at work feel that way? Was it the same with your friends?

The spiraling thoughts claw their way deeper. You clench your fists, nails digging into your palms. You hadn’t meant to start tossing and turning, the pillows shuffling deeper.

"Fuck, what is wrong with me?" you mutter under your breath.

With a shaky breath, you sat up, rubbing your eyes. The weight in your chest hadn’t gone away, but you knew someone who’d make it bearable.

"Beetlejuice," you whispered, voice cracking. "Beetlejuice... Beetlejuice."

The flash of green and black in the corner of the room becomes bright with flair, causing his entrance to be as grand as ever. "It's showtime-”, he begins, but the second he takes one look at you, his demeanor shifts.

“Whoa, whoa. Babes? Fuckin’ hell, you okay?” he says, eyebrows furrowing as he notices your trembling hands and red-puffed eyes, shaking his head as he curses himself for not being there sooner. He’s by your side in an instant, sittiing on the bed with a mix of concern and determination.

“C’mere,” he mutters, pulling you close. His arms wrapped tightly around you, his striped blazer soft against your cheek. “Talk to me, Babes. What’s going on?”

You want to answer, but the lump in your throat won’t let you. Instead, you bury your face into his shoulder, your breaths uneven.

Beej doesn’t press. He doesn’t ask questions. He just shifts back against the headboard, tucking you against his chest, one hand rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“I’ve got you,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Whatever it is, you don’t have to carry it by yourself, okay? I’m here.”

The familiar rasp in his voice, usually cocky and teasing, was softer now, filled with a warmth you didn’t know you needed.

As you start to calm down, the sound of his voice keeps you grounded. “You know what you need, Babes?” he said, pulling back slightly to look at you with a small grin. “Some quality cuddle therapy... and maybe a new friend. One sec.”

Before you could protest, he vanishes with a poof, leaving you in a sense of longing, wondering where he’s gone. Only for him to reappear quickly, holding something behind his back.

“Ta-da!” He reveals a small stuffed bat with button eyes and a goofy grin. It’s actually quite cute, and it’s got a lot of character, it seems. He chuckles, and holds up the little creature, “Meet, uh... Flappy. Thought you might like him.”

The absurdity, yet adoration, of the name makes you laugh, a weak but genuine sound that seems to lift the tension in the room.

“Flappy, huh?” you say, gently taking the plushie in your hands. “What’s he doing here?”

“Oh, you know. He’s a night owl. Bit of a chatterbox. Thinks you’re the coolest guy around.”, Beej says with a large grin.

You smile, turning the toy over in your hands. “Guess he can join the others.”

Beej’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Wait, you’ve got others? Babes, you’ve been holding out on me.”

And just like that, the weight in your chest eases, feeling the utter excitement of getting to share your wholesome obsessions over your stuffed animals, each one having a characterized personality of its own. You find yourself rambling about your collection—each stuffed animal, its backstory, how you’d gotten it.

Beej listens intently, actually seeming interested in what you have to say, throwing in the occasional quip, but mostly just letting you talk.

“And this one’s name is Gemini! My friend named her, since it’s her zodiac sign, but she’s a little fruit bat, who was an orphan from the time she was a baby! She got adopted by a bunch of normal bats, who accepted her into her family, and when she grew up, she went to explore the world!”, you exclaim happily to Beej.

Beej nods with excitement, “Woah, Babes! I had no idea how much you knew about these little guys.”, he says with a joking tone and a wink.

You feel the heat rising to your cheeks, as you blush. “Sorry, I don’t mean to bore you with these little guy-”, but you’re quickly cut off.

Beej’s lips are softly pressed against yours, his eyes closed, as your eyes flutter to do the same. You wonder what made him want to do this, but you’re too shocked to care.

He pulls back slightly to look in your eyes, chuckling softly. “Do not EVER apologize for that, Babes. I think hearing about them is very sweet to hear from you. And besides, what kind of demon would love you if they didn’t hear about your little stories?”, he asks with a smile.

Your face is surely entirely red now. What did he say?

“W-What did you just say?”, you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

His black-circled eyes soften as he gazes at yours, “I love you.”, he says in a whispered tone, his gaze flickering to your lips.

Your gaze follows to his own lips, as you softly whisper back, “I love you too.”. You lean closer slowly, closing the space once again.

Out of all the backstories that you’ve shared tonight, this one will always be your favorite.

- ★ - Written By Saddled_On_Stars - ★ -

[habitabel]

Don't ask me if an actor/actress is hot, ask me if the character they PLAY is hot. Because I won't like a celeb for no reason.

Examples:

I did not find Hugh Jackman, Ryan Reynolds, or Channing Tatum hot UNTIL I watched the dp&w movie

I didn't think brad pitt was hot UNTIL I watched fight club

So basically all of your basic famous actors/actresses that are conveniently attractive won't appeal to me until I have consumed the media they are from

Ty for coming to my ted talk 🫶