#dante's inferno beetlejuice

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Beetlejuice (1988)

[i-really-like-phrogs]

Re-design of my un-named Beetlejuice OC from back when I was thirteen

Original Reference under the cut:

[aisthetikosss]

𝙱𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚓𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚎 (𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟾)

[afterthefuneral]

Ok, I've got a lot of shit to dump tonight, so bear with me for a bit...

I was always curious about what went on inside Dante's and what it looked like. Is it like a strip club, or a straight up brothel? Some pretty wild shit must have gone on because the next time we see Beetlejuice he's in a bathrobe...just sayin'! I don't really do backgrounds so I did a color study.

For your listening pleasure. One of my favorite deep cuts by one of my favorite bands, the Cramps!

[marinah2oblue]

Ghosts 2X2 // Inferno (aka Dante’s Inferno)-- Dante Alighieri // Beetlejuice

Written by: Mathew Baynton & Jim Howick

In case anyone thought I misspelled Dante with Donté, I promise I did not. My goal was to use Fanny’s exaggerated pronunciations. And, if anyone has not picked up on the subtle references to Alighieri’s work in Ghosts, please read the classic(s)! I am not as fresh on Inferno; it’s been ages since I read this piece for school. Inferno is not a smooth read. Just me. Also, supposedly, Beetlejuice was some of the inspiration for Ghosts-->Inferno Room at Dante’s.

[cryptidghostgirl]

could you do Alastor and Lucifer with an Living! Adams Family! Reader?

A/N duh. this idea was so fun!! It's giving Beetlejuice in the best way

I Myself am Strange and Unusual (Alastor x Reader x Lucifer)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Mention of suicide in reference to Dante's Inferno. Bones. Art made from bones.

Word Count: 1,655

Master Lists:

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Y/n sat before the summoning circle as she lit the las candle. It was a Friday and she was bored, what else was she supposed to be doing besides following some probably fake spell she found in a book she'd thrifted? She took after her mother in that regard but had wound up with her fathers rather flamboyant personality.

"Now, what are those words..." she mumbled to herself, turning the odd slip of paper the spell had been written on over.

Her eyes glazed over them and she cleared her throat.

"Spirits from beyond, I call you Lucifer, who first cursed us, I call you to me. Lucifer, who commands the legions of the dead, I summon you from the last plane to the first. Lucifer, wicked, heartless beast, I bring you to your knees before me. Spirits from beyond, I call you!"

Y/n looked up from the paper in excitement, a look which quickly dimmed as absolutely nothing happened before her eyes. She turned back to the paper, squinting to read the cramped letters.

"Okay, wait. Theres another name here. Uh, spirits from beyond, I call you. Alastor, keeper of the dark defeat, I call you to me. Alastor, demonic overlord, I summon you from the last plane to the first. Alastor, both hunter and hunted, I bring you to your knees before me. Spirits from beyond, I call you."

Again, her work failed to yield any results. Y/n stayed seated for a moment, waiting. When it was clear to her that the spell had not in fact done it's job, she sighed and got to her feet.

"Well that was a waste of a half hour."

She turned on the lights before leaning forward and grabbing the nearest candle. With a short breath of air, she blew it out only, somehow, all the candles seemed to go out as she did this, even the scented one on the shelf that hadn't been involved in the ritual.

"Oh there is no way." Y/n smiled, anticipation bubbling in her chest, "There is literally no way!"

The lights began to flicker as she placed the candle she was holding on the desk. The minute it hit the table's surface, the room fell into a short spell of darkness. As the lights flickered back on, Y/n saw two men standing in the center of the circle.

Well, men was a strong word. They were both humanoid in shape but, neither really looked like people. They looked around the room in shock, taking in every detail before their eyes landed on each other.

The taller of the two demons, the one all in red and holding an old fashioned looking microphone, widened his already close to horrific smile. The smaller one, dressed in all white, narrowed his eyes.

"You." the man in white sighed, crossing his arms, "Of course I had to get summoned with you."

"There is literally no way." Y/n exclaimed, cutting off the red demon as he opened his mouth to speak.

Both men turned to Y/n, in her black dress with her wide excited eyes.

"Ah." the red demon hummed, his voice coming out like radio static as he straightened his jacket, "You must be the one who summoned us. I am Alastor, quite the pleasure to meet you. Yes, quite the pleasure."

Y/n turned her gaze to the demon in white.

"So that means you must be Lucifer. It is such an honor to meet you."

"Huh." Lucifer smiled slightly, "Now that's more like it. Wait, you're not one of those freaks, are you?"

"Freaks?" Y/n asked, her head cocked slightly to the side and her brow furrowed.

"One of those oh! You brought evil to the world! You're my idol people." Lucifer imitated animatedly.

Alastor shot him an irritated look as Y/n's eyes widened and she shook her head.

"No no no! They have it all wrong. You didn't bring evil, you gave us the greatest gift of all. You have us free will, self determination. The ability to be exactly who we are and want to be."

Lucifer turned to Alastor, crossing his arms over his chest with a self satisfied smile.

"Oh I like her. Pretty and she knows her stuff?"

Y/n blushed slightly, looking away. She clasped her hands behind her back. Alastor didn't like that.

"Yes, quite the charming girl indeed." he hummed through gritted teeth, meeting Y/n's eyes.

"And Alastor..." she put a finger to her lip in thought, "Alastor... I am really sorry, I don't mean to be disrespectful, but I don't think I have ever heard of you before."

His eye twitched and Lucifer's grin widened.

"Well, my dear, I just so happen to be one of the most powerful overlords in all the rings of Hell."

"Huh. Neat."

"So, what have you called us here to do?" Lucifer asked amiably.

"Oh, well, I hadn't really though that far. Um..." she looked around the space of her room.

There wasn't anything she really wanted. Y/n had a comfortable life, a loving family. Anyone she wanted revenge on she was more than capable of taking care of on her own. Mostly, she was just bored.

Nodding her head once, she walked up to the edge of the summoning circle and promptly sat down. Her legs crossed, she adjusted the long skirt of her dress over her knees.

"Let's just chat."

Alastor and Lucifer exchanged a confused look.

"You are going to have to ask us for something, my dear." Alastor hummed pleasantly, "Otherwise we wont be able to go home. That's how this little game works, after all."

"So, I am asking you to chat. Do you guys want any drinks or something?"

With a shrug to Alastor, Lucifer sat down on the floor with his legs crossed as well. With a reluctant sigh, Alastor followed suit.

"So, what is Hell like?" Y/n asked eagerly, "Is it dark and full of bugs? It can't really be all fire and lava pits like all the art says. I mean, Dante's version of Hell makes more sense than that. Oh my gosh, is there a suicide forest? I always loved that idea, that they turn into trees. That they get the most peaceful of the options, is it real?"

"Well, there are trees." Lucifer began carefully.

"But they are not made of people's souls. No, it's actually rather close to this world down below." Alastor finished for him.

"Really? You guys have like jobs and stuff?"

"Some of us do. I am actually currently involved in a project helping to rehabilitate sinners. 'Check out of Hell and into Heaven,' that's the whole idea of the thing."

"Like you actually believe in that." Lucifer scoffed and Alastor raised a hand to his chest in false ofence.

"You... are you questioning my motives?"

"Not cool man." Y/n shook her head, "That sounds like a pretty cool project, I didn't even know something like that was possible."

Before Alastor could reply, Lucifer cut in.

"It is my daughter's project, and we aren't actually sure its possible yet."

"You have a daughter!? Is she the antichrist?"

"We-"

"Charlie Morningstar is her name." Alastor interrupted Lucifer, "And she is quite powerful. Talented too."

Lucifer turned to Alastor, glaring at him.

"Don't start this shit again."

"It's not my fault I've been there for her more than you have."

"It's more complicated than that."

"Sure it is."

At a sudden peal of bell like laughter from Y/n, the demons stopped their bickering and turned to her. She held a hand over her mouth as she tried to calm herself.

"Are you guys always like this?"

Lucifer and Alastor exchanged another look before nodding. Y/n lowered her hand, still smiling brightly.

"Maybe I'll ask you to stick around."

"You... aren't like a lot of other humans I've met in my time." Lucifer admitted.

"Strange and unusual."

"What?" Lucifer asked.

Y/n shrugged.

"That's how most people describe me. Strange and unusual. Or wonderously strange, if you ask my dad."

"Well, there is nothing wrong with that." Alastor hummed, "Strange and unusual is the best way to be. Keeps things interesting."

"Oh, no. I know. I didn't mean it in like a sob-story way. Just like, that's how I am. I don't know."

"Not a lot of people summon us. Especially not just to chat." Lucifer stated and Y/n smiled.

"What can I say, I was bored."

"You summoned us because you were bored?" Alastor repeated, his brow furrowed.

"Yeah. My friends were all busy and I love my parents but I do not love being around them on their Friday date nights let me tell you. The dancing is cute but the sword fighting when some old flame of my mother's shows up as they do every couple months? Terribile. Nothing blocks out the clang of steel against steel."

"Sounds like you come from a rather interesting family." Lucifer noted.

"Strange and unusual. I don't come from nowhere."

"Well, aren't you a gem in this dull world." Alastor mused and Y/n looked away, her cheeks slightly flushed again.

"I don't know about that, but I certainly try. Oh! Do you guys like bones? I don't know, is that a dumb question? Was it rude? Racist? Wait. Hell-cist? No that feels wrong too."

Lucifer chuckled slightly.

"Why do you ask?"

"I have a pretty big selection. Mostly deer bones."

Alastor's ears twitched.

"Deer bones?"

"Yeah." she nodded, "We eat a lot of venison at home and ever since I was a kid, my dad let me keep the bones to do projects with and the like. I have a lovely wind chime I made using parts of a spine but, sadly, its at my parents house."

"Strange and unusual." Alastor hummed.

"Strange and unusual." Y/n nodded.

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A/N I was lowkey not sure how to end this one, I am sorry about that. I hope you liked it!!

[thestrangesthell]

he doesn't love Lydia he flirts with the secretary he went to that place created by Juno

Ok, let's talk about it.

"Secretary" - You mean Janet? He just looks at her, never flirts. A key component of BJ's character in Beetlejuice Beetlejuice is that he hasn't been sprayed down with overly sanitised 'political correctness' to appeal to wider-audiences. He's just as gross as he always has been.

He states that himself and Lydia "have a definite psychic connection" but they're not actually together. He knows this and probably knows Lydia doesn't feel for him in the same way he does. That's why he pulls out all the stops at the end.

Checking out Janet is harmless and just a reminder to the audience that he's still the same gross guy. Besides, Lydia's had a whole child off-screen with Richard and later wound up in Rory's snare. She's done plenty more than check someone out - and you don't see BJ complaining.

(Well, except for Rory. And it's canon that BJ hates him for how he uses Lydia.)

The Whore House (Dante's Inferno) is used as a distraction. He gets off on scaring people, so Juno uses this to her advantage after the snake incident.

Besides, he'd not properly met Lydia when he went into it; just used her as an empty threat to rile up Barbara (which worked).

"I think she understands me."

He's never spoken to her. By this point, she's only ever seen him in snake form. We have very little evidence as to why he seems so interested in her. That's why we *theorise*.

The second movie is where the presence (and evidence) of love comes into play.

Everything he does for her is pretty much selfless. As I said in my rant, he barely puts up a fight when she tries to send him back. We know from Beetlejuice (1988) that he could stop her if he wanted to. But he lets her send him back. Not even that, he makes a whole joke out of it:

"Shoulda got married in Vegas."

You expect me to believe that this guy, who apparently "doesn't love Lydia" wouldn't be raging about being defeated again? He immediately makes a joke about the whole thing. We know by the end of the movie that he hasn't let her go. It wouldn't be a surprise if this was his plan all along.

He knew, no matter how grandiose the ceremony was, that she wasn't ever going to follow through. It's all fine for Lydia to ask him, "But how do I know that you're gonna keep your word?" when she doesn't even keep hers.

But he gave her that beautiful ceremony regardless.

By the end of Beetlejuice Beetlejuice, he has saved Lydia's daughter, helped Lydia see Rory for who he really is, given her the most beautiful farewell ceremony he could, Lip-synched the entirety of MacArthur's Park to her, physically given her his heart and topped it off by reuniting her deceased family, Charles and Delia.

If that isn't love, I don't know what is.

And if all of that didn't do it for ya, just look at how he looks at her.

[kittehbiscuits]

So is Beetlejuice an escort now or

Spent too much money in Dante's inferno room so he needed to start working there too I guess lmao

[deathinfeathers]

"--so I end up telling the Katharine Hepburn-guacamole story (I've told you that one, right?), and this fucking kid--woah, hang on one second, there's a fucking angel here. Yeah. No, I know. A fucking angel. What're the odds she also can't see me?" Not high to judge from the fact that he definitely has her attention now, and probably had it long before--it's not like Beetlejuice owns a phone or anything, having been (as he sometimes does) very busily pretending to be on a hand-phone call mock-talking to the idiot in the business suit in front of him.

With a filthy--literally--grin, BJ crowds his way right on next to her. "Serious question here, babes: you ever been to Dante's Inferno? It's this little Hell-adjacent--well, don't let me spoil the surprise--but you just look so familiar...."

And here she thought she'd donned herself a pretty solid disguise. What a bother. All but instantly Lute can feel eyes probing her from every direction, hear hushed whispers stifled behind cupped palms; can it be? An angel? In hell? At this time of year? Why? What does it mean? More importantly--are we safe?

And the throng slowly disperses around her sticky corner of bar-counter, conveniently paving the way for this loudmouthed...oddly familiar looking infernal fuck to slink his way in close.

Sounds like the sentiment is mutual.

Funny...if not kind of creepy, actually.

"What is that? A strip club?"

He certainly looks the type.

Clink, clink, clink goes the ice in her glass as she swirls the aromatic whiskey about inside it's crystal chamber.

"I can guarantee you you've got me confused with somebody else. I don't make a habit of fraternizing with your ilk."

[peppersdr]

HELLO THERE!!!

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WHO?

I’M [Charlie/Keith/Miles/Vinnie] I’M [14 years old (11/23/09] I HAVE [Autism/ADHD] AND GO BY [He/Him]

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WHAT?

I’ll mostly post about media I like (see list later) and some occasional drawings!! Open to being mutuals with anyone, (minus on DNI list) just DM!

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WHERE?

Other places to find me/look at what I’m into :3

INTEREST LISTS!!

GAMES:

-Monster Prom/Camp/Road-trip

-Sally Face

-Deltarune

-Undertale

-Telltale: Batman: The Enemy Within (also played 1 but 2 is my personal fav)

-All FNaF games

-Splatoon 2 & 3

+Ask anytime, I’m always playing smth :3

SHOWS:

-Milo Murphy’s Law

-Gravity Falls

-Star Vs. The Forces of Evil

-Phineas & Ferb

-The Music Freaks

-Total Drama

-Clone High

-BoJack Horseman

-Carmen Sandiego

-Umbrella Academy

-Inside Job

-My Little Pony

-Ever After High

-Helluva Boss

-Pretty much any Shane & Ryan show

-Feel free asking + recommending :D

MOVIES/MUSICALS:

-Everything, Everywhere, All at Once

-The Lego Movie

-The Lego Batman Movie

-Into + Across the Spiderverse

-Rocky Horror Picture Show

-Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World -Beetlejuice (movie & musical)

-Mean Girls (movie & musical)

-Megamind

-Falsettos

-Scream (1996)

MISC:

-Girl In Pieces

-Dante’s Inferno

-My Chemical Romance

-OCS of mine :3 (please ask. pLEASE PLEASE.)

-True Crime

[obsessive-ego]

I am so period sick today

I'm getting a tin of calls from work asking me to come in earlier and earlier

Maybe I will buy that beetlejuice funko I've been eyeing

The Dante's inferno play set

[ugh-yoongi]

Reader lets Tae into the bedroom and then soon he's being invited to dates, etc and she suspects a throuple until Yoongi is blowing her off to hang out with Tae and she realizes she is the third wheel. However, after breaking up with him and moving on to Hoseok she still yearns for Yoongi and Tae in physical way so boom we got Yoongi, Tae, Hoseok and reader foursome coz bitch if Hoseok ain't into p*gging then the pope done changed his hat.

dear god a sopegi foursome would be WILD 🫣

(and u are absolutely correct there’s not a man on this earth that sets off my ass play radar the way hoseok does. like that shit looks like that scene in beetlejuice where he goes to dante’s inferno room. you can see it from space. NEON. 4K ULTRA HIGH DEF)

[humanransome-note]

who’s fukin crazy thats right bitches its me theres been a whole month for the “sweltering” prompt in the discord and i didnt plan to do anything for it but suddenly this hit me,  sequal to this and i made some assumptions about @hoodoo12 ‘s oc

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Dante’s is closed. 

Not something they ever expected to see, but there is a first for everything. 

It’s hot as all hell outside and God/Satan, whoever, whatever is going to get their ass whooped on site. 

They’re dead, in, well not hell, it’s snowed before, some afterlife. Shouldn’t the temperature be neutral? Or at the very least leaning cold? It should not be hot enough to broil an egg in its shell, and they should not be sweating like a fire and brimstone Alabama preacher.

Sweat is already falling past their brow and they can feel it pooling at their lower back.

Ugh

Even if it is closed someone has to be here. They’re spare bedrooms (meant for sleeping) and usually at least one person crashes here. 

So, they knock.

It takes some time, and they’re ready to knock again when the door swings open. 

“I know you don’t come here to think with the head on your shoulders but can’t you read!?”

Madame is not put together. Which is a weird thing to see. She’s always had an air of control and superiority about her, not in a condescending way, more like she knows what she’s doing and knows she’s doing it right.

She’s only wearing her... petticoat? Niphera could never keep the names of all the bits and pieces in check. Whatever the first layer was. It’s nearly soaked through. 

“Oh, Niphera.” The anger has left her voice but the frustration remains.

“Sorry about that dear.” She leans against the door frame, and dabs her face and chest with a handkerchief. A bead of sweat escapes and slides down the hollow of her throat. 

Focus Niphera!

“Umm, closed?” Niphera points at the hastily written sign on the door. 

“Yes, the air conditioning has gone out,” she shoves the cloth into her cleavage. 

Niphera swallows.

Now is not the time! Be thirsty for your boss later!!

They grunt.

For a moment the two of them stand there in silence. 

“Well? Are you going to come in or not? It’s not much better but at least there are some fans.” Madame stands again and begins walking inside. Niphera follows.

Madame had always had a sway to her steps, but it was usually hidden by her skirts. Now though? She’s got hips like a metronome.

LATE! ER!

Christ this heat’s going to kill them again. (If Madame doesn’t get them first.)

“There isn’t much that needs to be done.” Madame says as she sits at the bar, “We won’t be open until the A/C is back and that may take a few days.”

“Mmm-hmm.” Niphera starts their drink, syrup, and garnish check, depending on how long a few days is a good amount of it’s going to have to be moved. (Some patrons like moldy product)

“Are you usually such a conversationalist?” 

“Ummm...” Niphera doesn’t know how to answer.

“I’m joking dear.” There’s a small smile on her face, Niphera returns one of their own and gets back to date checking.

For a while they just sit there, in the sweltering silence. The only noises being the opening and closing of mini fridge doors and some small rattling of glass. 

It’s the third or fourth time Niphera has had to move their hair from their face, and their vest and button up are looking more and more like they jumped into a pool. 

There’s a knock on the bar top. 

Finishing what they were doing, they look up. Madame’s hand is outstretched with a ribbon winding through her fingers. 

All she says is “For your hair.” 

Niphera takes it with a soft thanks. 

It takes a few tries, Niphera is used to rubber bands and hair ties, but they mostly get it. 

“You can take off the vest and loosen the shirt, it’s just inventory.” Niphera stops what they were doing. 

If this were a patron they’d get sass or a bottle to the skull. But this isn’t a patron, it’s Madame Bouriseau, their boss. Probably the only reason they haven’t lost their mind in the ceaseless nothing of Limbo. 

“If you want to of course.” Is hastily tacked to the end. 

Honestly they do. Really they just want to strip and see if they can cram themselves in the mini fridge. The fans aren’t doing anything for them back here. 

But the shirt and vest seems like a good compromise.

So they stand back up, and with no flair or ceremony, take off their vest, unbutton their shirt, and after some deliberation remove that as well.

Now wearing nothing but shoes and dress pants they crouch back behind the bar.

“I see why you don’t want to perform.” It’s a light tease, but Niphera stiffens up.

They don’t say anything and go back to counting. 

The silence stretches on.

Niphera is almost done when Madame speaks again.

“Are you alright?”

They let out a confused hmm. 

“After that man came through,”

Niphera doesn’t  mean to, but they slam the mini fridge door. 

They didn’t really talk that night, all Niphera did was grunt and give one word answers. Bella had to tell Madame most of what happened.

Niphera honestly didn’t know if they were okay. They thought they were before but look how that turned out. 

They open and close their mouth a few times before finally giving up. 

“I don’t know.”

Inventory was done but Niphera was still crouched on the floor.

“It’s alright not to know.” Madame says. 

“Yeah...”

“I don’t know what I would do if I saw that bastard again.”

Niphera makes a questioning noise. “Wasn’t it cirrhosis of the liver?”

“Yes, but I’m not talking about how I died.” Madame’s voice sounds a bit melancholy, but there is a hint of rage.

“I thought he was going to marry me,” Niphera stays quiet, if they talk Madame might stop, and it sounds like she needs this.

“He sold me instead, forced me to whore myself out for his benefit,” the rage is building. 

“But then he found a younger, naiver girl to trail along. I couldn’t go back, I was disgraced.” 

Niphera wants to punch this guy. Or leave him outside wrapped in tinfoil to cook, then at least this shit weather could be useful for something. 

“I got work at a brothel, sold opium on the side, worked my way up. Made something, not respectable, but decent of myself.”

She’s sounding more resolute, confident even, but there’s still a small waver in her voice. 

“It’s the gin that finally got me. Not how I expected to go, but...” she drifts off. 

She shakes her head. “What I’m saying is, how you got here may have been terrible, and you have every right to your rage. But you have worked towards a better existence, there was no reason behind what happened, but you’ve given it a place and all you can do is move on from there.”

Niphera wants to say something, something meaningful, profound. Maybe even threaten the guy on Madame’s behalf, but none of that feels right. So for now they just say. 

“Thank you.”

[hoodoo12]

snippet

rping Beetlejuice at Dante's Inferno Club and cackling at his thoughts whilst 'servicing' two women: (nsfw so below cut)

Two women now not being subtle with the noises they made and clenching around him--for a moment BJ wondered if he was going to be forcibly ejected from the club before he forcefully ejaculated. He was going to be charged for the cleaning of the upholstery. He just knew it.

[clairjohnson]

Beetlejuice and Miss Argentina having a drink at Dante’s Inferno. This angsty scene is from an RP @hoodoo12 and I did called Elegy - you can read chapter two here!

Anyone who’s been following me for awhile knows I HATE coloring (I just doesn’t come easy for me). But I used this sketch to experiment with some colors and I’m pleased with how it came out. ♥️

[motherofdoges]

It started with a sandworm and now we're here