#musical beetletina

[theverycoolestdude]

musical beetletina lives in my mind like a rot. unnoticed and unliving until i see content about it and then BAM it invades my headspace for the next forever

[arbuzyansky]

i love them 🥺💔💔💔

[cleevitus]

Beetletina for the intellectuals

[geek-or-something]

Hey, my otp is an Argentinian woman and a striped bi demon voiced by the latter

Can't believe my OTP is the Embodiment of Lust and a crippled cyborg demon from Hell.

You make my crooked heart do freaky little flips

[mel-time]

[goobthegoober]

[cirilee]

i want them to have conversations !!!! uwu

[mastersprogram]

I LOVE THIS SHIPPPP!!

Hi, Phrog!! I love your art so much, thank you for opening up your asks!!

Could I request a Beetlejuice x Miss Argentina fluff drawing? Thank you, have a great day/night! <3

You absolutely may!!! Sorry it’s been so long in the making, here’s a lil pixelley doodle I came up with:

[hoodoo12]

Elegy (4/6)

These two’ll be the death of me, @clairjohnson . . . Home again, home again, jiggity jig, even if that home is a tomb. Despite drunkenness, something unexpected occurs.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

@turtlepated @thewolfisapartofmysoul @beejiesbitch @janitor-boy @angelicspaceprince @beetlewise-and-pennyjuice `

If she hadn’t been so focused on keeping him upright his words would have knocked her down. Maria had heard this man flirt a hundred times over, but nothing ever so flattering and eloquent. The most beautiful. Her stomach twisted at the compliment. Both unbelievably flattered and heartbroken all at once. Had he always thought this? Or had he really just gone overboard with the drinks tonight? 

She was about to respond, to express how completely touched she was by his words, when he started to talk again. Beej’s announcement of their arrival, and subsequent stumble, snapped her out of her thoughts. When had they gotten here? She hadn’t even realized they’d gone through a door. 

Didn’t matter. The Netherworld was a strange place, Betelgeuse was strange, it was easier just to accept things as they were. What was harder to accept, however, was his home. It was practically barren, save for a bed, table, and wooden chair. The only light in the room came from a few scattered candles that revealed debris strewn across his old wooden floor.

It looked like a crypt. It might be a crypt. 

“This is where you stay?” she asked, unable to hide the shock in her voice. Her place was hardly a palace, but it was clean. Bright. She couldn’t imagine ever spending a night here. Let alone however many hundreds of years he’d been dead. The mere concept made her chest tighten in pity. 

“Let’s get you over to the bed . . .”

"Gives me incentive to get top side," he muttered half under his breath at her blurted question. "Who cares anyway? I close my eyes and it's gone. I don't see it. No one else does either." 

She hadn't taken her arm from around his waist. With her continued assistance, he shuffled over towards his bed. The distance wasn't far, but as if to help bolster the fact his place was more fleabag hotel than the Ritz-Carlton, his foot caught a stack of Handbooks for the Recently Deceased--how did those get there? It couldn't be that he'd stolen them from recently deceased in order to con them--

--and he stumbled. The four walls around them did a looping dance. Automatically his grip over her shoulders tightened even as his other hand went for the rusty iron foot rail on his bed. He managed to remain upright, but had jerked her along with him. 

As he recaught his balance, the room settled back into place. 

She'd been close while walking with him, but there'd still been a detachment. He'd managed to scatter that with his ham-fisted, foolish misstep; Maria had been pulled right to him. 

With a jerky, unnatural movement, he lifted his arm off her. 

"Sorry," he apologized.

Top side. She and others, including Juno, had wondered for decades how he’d manage to find ways to the world of the living. There were rules. Passes you needed to apply for - but he, in normal Betelgeuse fashion, skirted by it all. 

She was about to snap back at his flippant comment when he tripped over what appeared to be a pile of handbooks. Maria reminded herself to inquire on those later. Thankfully Beej caught himself on the bed, saving them both from falling face first on the wood floor. In his effort to stay balanced the arm around her shoulder moved forward, effectively pulling her into his chest. One arm still wrapped around his waist, the other now flat on his chest, she peered up at him with embarrassment. He wasn’t a particularly tall man, but he was sturdy, and she felt unusually small pressed against him. 

When he detached himself with a slurred apology Maria took in a shaky breath she didn’t need then helped him sit down on the bed. God, he looked so disheveled - more so than usual. His eyes were heavy, shoulders slumped, and his tie was loosened and askew around his neck. 

Without waiting for permission Maria slipped the loose tie up and over his head and hung it gently on the foot rail. Turning back she hesitated, just for a second, before helping him slip his jacket off. She ran her hands over his shoulders and under the jacket, sliding it down his arms. The beauty queen reached around him, leaning in close, and retrieved the jacket and reunited it with his tie. 

“From what I can see of your bed I doubt you take these off when you sleep.” She crouched down and angled his large black boots for him to see. “However, I can’t bring myself to see you place these nasty things on the mattress.”

Some quick finger work on the laces and a few short tugs had both boots off. She placed them neatly at the foot of his bed. Maria brushed some questionable dirt off her hands and returned to the older man, giving him a satisfied once over. Gently, she pressed on his shoulder for him to lay down. 

“Get some rest, Alborotador. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around again soon.”

He felt loose, like his joints had been separated. Maria's gentle guidance around the end of his bed to the side and helping him sit was appreciated, but that was nothing compared to her carefully removing his tie. At some point it'd become loosened, or even in his inebriated state he'd have slapped her hands away. Nobody touched his neck, that was a rule. But she was quick and efficient and the fabric never touched his skin. That would've been enough, but then, but then-- 

She assisted him out of his jacket. Any other time he'd have made some off-color comment or pushed the flirting so hard it would have bordered on desperate. But muddled by the booze and still feeling the deep ache of rejection from those people in goddamned Connecticut, just to have her be attentive, just to have her hands peel him out of his outerwear-- 

A small sigh slipped past his lips. If she heard it, she ignored it.  

Then she didn't leave well enough alone; she actually crouched in front of him in her cocktail dress and heels--everything about her was in stark contrast to the rat's nest he lived in, and he included himself in that melancholy assessment; he should have never brought her here--and worked the laces of his boots loose and pulled them off his feet.

The care and concern pained him. The simple act of touch took him apart. 

When she took his shoulder he almost moaned. Like a man dying of thirst in a desert, he wanted nothing more than to drink in that simple friendly touch. 

It took all his will power to not grab her hand. Not for anything inappropriate, but just to keep it there, so he could soak it in. Instead, he sat dumb and dull as she straightened her skirt and bid him farewell. 

"Why does everyone keep leaving me?" he whispered. There had been a time very recently he'd bellowed that, but here, all he could expend the effort on was something closer to a whimper.

Maria had started to make her way out of the room when he spoke, the sound of his broken voice pulling at her more than the words themselves. Not that the words didn't catch her attention, and in many ways, hurt her. He was drunk, she reminded herself, and sad. She could stay with him a little longer - just until he was unconscious, she already crossed a line by being here, and basically sprinted past said line when she helped him undress. 

"I'm not leaving you," Maria corrected while she walked back over to the bed. "I was just going home. I have no illusions that you won't be darkening my waiting room doorstep again soon." 

Gently, she sat down on the bed beside him, her leg brushing up against his own. 

"Now lay down. Go on." She pushed at him again, moving out of the way for him to lift his legs up. The beauty queen stayed seated beside him, her torso twisted slightly to look down at him while she spoke. 

"If anyone left, it was you, Beej." The words were soft and sad, and she reached out absently to adjust a crease in his white(ish) button up. "Got yourself in so much trouble that Juno had to fire you - and then you were gone. Disappeared like smoke for years, only to show back up in the waiting room looking pissed." 

Maria had been so relieved, and so unbelievably angry to see him after all that time. It was that absence, that complete cut from communication, that had brought her back to calling him Mr. Betelgeuse - a title she already found herself skipping again in favor of his nickname.

Maria appeared at his side again, and blearily he looked up at her. Her nudge wasn't rough but he was so unsteady it was almost enough to topple him. He managed to not just fall back like a drunk--haha--but only just barely. 

Her words came to him as if through cotton wool. Disorganized thoughts moved lazily inside his head; it was so much easier to be angry than this drunken, dazed state he was in. The fact that the beauty queen had even given him the time of day was almost too much to take and much too much to even try and puzzle out. 

In the reaches of his memory he did recall how upset she'd been to see him again, and her cool reception to him ever since the final incident that sent him packing--that he'd designed for at least the chance for freedom. Tonight was the first time in all the times he'd reappear she'd ever done anything more than nod politely and exchange chilly words. 

As she sat primly, lightly beside him, the bed frame buckled. It didn't startle him, he was more than used to it, but he could imagine the surprise on her face as the mattress sagged her closer to him. Her delicate attention to his shirt made him catch her hand. 

"Come here," he croaked out, before clearing his throat, giving her a half-hearted pull. "I gotta tell you something."

The unexpected dipping of the mattress when he laid back surprised her, and she ended up with her back pressed against his side. Maria might have just fallen on top of him, if he hadn’t grabbed the hand that had been adjusting his shirt. 

Deep brown eyes assessed him curiously at the request. He was quite capable of saying whatever it was he needed to say from where she sat now - but the pull of sympathy was still strong. Without a word Maria leaned down to him, her free hand bracing her body on the mattress next to his. Being this close, even closer than when she was helping him walk home, she could pick up the smell of moss and wet dirt that clung to his clothes and skin. There was also the faintest smell of roses - so subtle that she could have second guessed if it was there at all.

She did as requested, and leaned over him. A stray lock of hair escaped from its careful pinning, and tickled his cheek. Maybe if things between them had been different, maybe if he hadn't fucked everything over in that spectacular way that was apparently his specialty, he'd have permission to brush it back. To lift it and settle it behind her ear. A minor but intimate gesture. 

But he didn't. He let her hair stay where it was, because it was also nice to feel it on his skin. 

Now that he had her there, he was at a loss for words. Lots of things flitted through his head: "You deserve better than me." "I missed you." "Wanna go see Saturn? I know a safe place--" 

In the end, he frowned a little as he focused on her features. She was so close everything was blurred; he didn't think it was because of the alcohol. Why in the ever-loving hell did she put up with him? 

"Thank you," he whispered.

There was a long silence while his eyes searched her face. Maria could tell he was considering something - and the fact that it was taking him this much time started to worry her. Why? She wasn’t sure. 

At this distance she was able to get a good look at his face. It was round and scruffy, and strangely complimented by his Roman nose. Even in his current, sullen state his lips still had an upturned curl to them. She’d always liked his lips.

 Her attention was taken away from his face when he spoke, and she smiled at him in response. 

“You’re welcome.” 

Blame it on the alcohol, on their proximity, on the raw vulnerability he’d shown her - but without having time to process her actions, her face closed the distance with his. The kiss was soft, and her lips barely pressed against his own. 

It took only a few seconds for what she had done to register, and when it sunk in, she pulled back. Not all the way, but enough to give him a dazed, almost apologetic look. She hadn’t planned to do that, would have sworn up and down that she would never be kissing Betelgeuse right up until the moment she did. Maria started to sit up a little more and opened her mouth to speak, but had no idea what to say.

The brush of her lips against his was a shock that wasn't dulled by alcohol. 

His hand automatically went up to touch her, to slip to her jaw to keep her close, but the split second that it took for him to try she pulled back again. But the motion was in place; although he missed keeping her where she was, his fingers touched the junction of neck and shoulder. 

There was nothing more important in his existence than tasting her lipstick again. 

Eyes wide, his tongue swiping his bottom lip in a move he didn't give conscious thought to, Beetlejuice breathed out, "Mi hermosa emperatriz Maria . . ." 

With a little additional pressure from his hand he encouraged her back towards him as he surged up to her.

tbc . . .

[yourdeepestfathoms]

Miss Argentina: If we’re going to be together, we have to make sure my daughter likes you.

Beetlejuice: You have a daughter?

Miss Argentina: She’s basically my daughter now.

Beetlejuice: Huh. Well, I’m great with kids! This’ll be easy!

[Later that day]

Beetlejuice, chasing after the Jockey, who is crying: I thought being a jockey meant you liked horses!!!!

[marquisedemasque]

I have different shipping preferences for each version of Beetlejuice

and you are all going to hear it

Movie Juice x Miss Argentina. She wouldn’t put up with his bullshit and also I like the idea they had an office fling when he worked for Juno. Also I like the idea that Tina has a mischievous side and they enjoy getting into trouble together.

Cartoon Juice x Jacques Lalean. I mean. COME ON. They live together, and you can not tell me they don’t have chemistry. They just look so sweet together in my humble opinion.

Musical Juice x The Maitlands. I only support this if Beej does some serious making up and learns more about consent and boundaries. But its just so cute, these two normal goofy people and a chaotic demon.

[itsaship-literally]

Yk I actually feel stupid rn like I realize I have two friends who are into beetlejuice but I keep the ship to myself cuz I dont even have to ask to know they consider it pedophilic or simply platonic but idkk it feels bad fangirling about the same things but keeping one of the best parts of it away from them I’m not sure if I’m making any sense but I realize how much of this whole beetlebabes obsession I’ve been doing alone, when I’m used to talking abt it with my friends it feels bad but jsjdjdj sorry I just wanted to know if it’s just me but. Yeah. Not saying I wanna stop liking it by any means but if I liked it less maybe it would be easier being the only person I know in real life who likes this ship as well? But it’s difficult

It's so sad that fandom can split friends these days. Honestly, it says a lot about what people find important. Fandom shipping really shouldn't be a factor. Let me tell you a quick story about how fandom affects my friendship. My best friend and I are into another cartoon fandom. He ships canon and I have a preference for the BFF's who both spend the entirety of canon simping after characters who are obliviously annoying. I love that comradery between the two friends who are constantly trying to support each other in heartbreak. My friend has a total right to ship the canon. I have the right to break the canon ship up and let the sappy romantics fall into each other's pathetically hopeless arms. Both of us also have a right to lovingly give each other shit about it. And we do. We have whole ship wars on Twitter and in real life. We also have a bond that means that we can razz the fuck out of each other. Call names and at the end of the day, he is still my best friend.

Some may even find us shippable.... and I would say heeeeeellllll nah. I love him.. but he is my bro and we argue over ships and canon all the time. That right there is real friendship. If I dumped his ass over a cartoon what would that say about me? Or him?

Petty and trivial. Lack of trust? He wouldn't know me and I wouldn't know him. If your friends see you as a problem for a cartoon/movie/musical, then there is something deeper going on. Disclaimer here; I am not a therapist. I am not a relationship coach. But I am a mother, a wife, a friend, and a big sister to 7 younger buttheads who I adore with the loyalty of a rabid monster. I have many relationships in my life and if any of those relationships end, it's not due to fandom. However, I have lost fandoms over heartaches. That could be the real danger here. The fandom you love may only be here a short time but linking a friendship to a fandom is dangerous. If the friendship fails, it may be difficult to enjoy the shows you once associated with them. My best advice is to continue what you love. The people who care about YOU are the most important and if a stupid thing like a shipping war destroys that, then the friendship was not strong to begin with. Now, this goes for my Babes here too, who I know are brilliant and wouldn't do this anyway... I hope. Don't drop people because they like BeetleTina, Deetzlands, Goldenrat/Beetlands or even Lydia/Oc & Bj/oc. These trivial ship wars are not important in the real world. It's not worth breaking your heart or your friends' hearts over something like fandom. Keep your heart safe. Talk to your family and your friends. And finally, remember that fandom is just an extra fun time and not something to be ashamed of or feared. Ok, Lecture mode is over. Have a good weekend Anon. Keep happy and keep thriving on your joys.

[arbuzyansky]

[chrisrambles]

So uh any ships from any fandoms you love

Yessssss! Best ask!

So we’ll start with all the Beetlejuice ones!

Musical:  Goldenbeetle/Beetlelands obviously! They’re so cuteeeee!

               Beetledeetzlands is also one I really enjoy! (Gee, Lydia! How come the universe let you have 6 parents!?)

Cartoon:  Clairelyds :D enemy’s to lovers babyyy!

And then a general one is [musical] Lydia x Wednesday Addams! :D

I don’t ship anything from the movie other than maybe BeetleTina! That one’s cute.

Alright! Now onto Megamind cause it’s taking over my life:

Megamind x Roxanne x Wayne (metroman)! Gosh I wish there was a ship name. Megaroxayne? Maybe.  i’m also down to see megarox (obviously) and Megamind x Wayne :D

Miraculous ladybug (last one for now, I swear) is complicated..

Of the love square between the two, I like MariChat the most

One I mildly mildly ship (it’s kinda more of a joke but the more I think about it, it’s not too bad) Is Marinette x Adrien x Kagami. I just- why love triangle when can love all, hm? Riddle me that!

But yeah those are some! Let me know if you want others (if so, let me know of which show!) :D

[gender-chaotic]

ATTENTION K-MART SHOPPERS

We got a brand spankin new beetlejuice discord for all canons and characters

Goldenbeetle?

Beetletina?

Deetzland?

Beetledeetz?

Oc/self insert who wants to smooch beej?

And more!

Musical, toon, or movie come on in just no beetlejuice/lydia shippers please!

🕷🖤👻 💀 ⚰

join us over at roadhouse!

Roadhouse is a brand new Beetlejuice server that is strictly anti beetlejuice x lydia. we welcome everyone and want to celebrate and discuss the beetlejuice movie, musical, and cartoon! (and shit, i bet the mods will even make you a graveyard revue channel if you ask nicely)

we have discussion channels for all canons, channels for shipping, art/writing channels and a bunch of cool AUs! and of course, a bunch of really cool people to discuss these things with

again, this server is strictly anti beetlejuice x lydia. please don’t join if that’s the content you enjoy creating! ^_^ 

if you’re interested, come and join us! https://discord.gg/RcYPtRh

[cirilee]

one of my contributions to the @beetlejuicefanbook ^^ GO CHECK OUT THE OTHER ARTISTS - super beautiful works are in there ;V;