#one of witch was from beetlejuice

[mochatea-bunny]

welp i finally drew something and that something is my fav ladys from a roblox game XD

welp here is (my HC versons of) split and bive

and my roblox avatar for fun

(also im not the best at bigger body types so sorry if they look odd)

and more hc that cant be drawn

split is overall varry friendly but if pushed enough she can fight

bive is more uncomfortable then scared as shes vary warry of her environment and wont go where she feels as if her life is at threat (aka varrry socially awkwad)

bive has ferret behaver but only when she feels comfortable (she can melt like one when realllllly comfy)

split dosent make jokes when shes serious and bive fears the day she sees that side of her

my hc hights for em is bive is 5.3 ft and split is 5.11 ft (or just about 6 ft)

and thats it so far the rest of it stays the same to the game ig split being a silly go happy person and bive being filled with trauma so ya hope ya like my silly art i made of the gals who stole me

[i-really-like-phrogs]

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

Original Reference under the cut:

[3ashell]

self insert of me and Mr. Juice sketches hehe :3

[raining-anonymously]

alright let’s do this.

see here for the pages on trespassing, soul suckers, and the grim reaper (yes, the grim reaper is canon to the beetlejuice cinematic universe).

yes, i know the page is unreadable. the shot lasts maybe two seconds and the words aren’t in focus for any of them. but, eyes be damned, i need the lore, so check the alt text for a transcription.

ugh. that was a pain to try and read.

implications under the cut!

for whatever reason, it is important that the rectangle is completed. they state it twice on these pages. if they’d gone with rule of three i’d be convinced that something terrible happens if the rectangle is incomplete.

“Sandworm” is a proper noun.

betelgeuse surviving the sandworm was not a fluke. sandworms can’t permakill ghosts.

therefore, delores WILL reform.

we see from beej’s and delores’s terrified reactions to the worms that eat them that sandworms are, in fact, feared by ghosts—even by the older ones who should know that they won’t be double-dead. same for the page, which calls the sandworms dangerous and says only to summon them in emergencies. ghosts can be physically harmed, as shown by betelgeuse cutting barbara’s hand and adam hurting betelgeuse’s foot, so it’s reasonable to believe that being eaten hurts a TON.

also, being eaten by sandworms sends ghosts back to the waiting room, which i can’t imagine is a thrilling prospect. it also potentially diminishes power—betelgeuse can’t defend himself against the witch doctor, although he’s possibly just less powerful in the netherworld. sandworms are also said to be soul sucker’s weaknesses, so maybe soul suckers also lose their power? and maybe, just maybe, they also lose the souls they’ve sucked? MAYBE BOB IS OKAY????????? let me dream

the term “fleshbag” is official handbook language, not wolf jackson language.

the language in the book implies that living people have died to sand worms before.

rory formed in the afterlife as a million tiny particles. (deserved.) maybe he can shapeshift like he’s made out of sand, that would be cool. he doesn’t deserve to be that cool.

sandworms are theorized to have sensitive eyes! this isn’t an implication, really—i’m directly paraphrasing the book—but i think it’s neat!

[xenith-eats-stars]

what X-Men 97 characters would wear as Halloween costumes bc it’s spooky season and im silly!!!

Scott Summers - loser probably wears a matching costume with Jean… they’d be Jack and Sally from nightmare before christmas (bc jean and sally r both redheads… idk…)

Jean Grey - see above, but if she decides to choose her own costume she would prob choose Winnifred from hocus pocus bc she wants to do her hair in a fun way

Logan Howlett - BOOOORINGGGGG bro probably doesn’t even dress up 😒 if he’s forced to dress up he just rips up an old shirt and a pair of jeans and says he’s a werewolf

Jubilee - YAY MY GIRLIE!!! smthn tells me she dresses like one of her fav video game characters and the costume is like $8,000 cosplay level

Remy Lebeau - his own skeleton he absolutely takes “halloween is the only time a year a girl can dress like a total slut” to the extreeeme!!! 😍😍 prob some kind of sailor since those are the sluttiest men’s costumes out there

Rogue - my southerner side is telling me she’d play into her whole southern belle thing and be a cowgirl, but my heart tells me she’d dress up as Edward Scissorhands bc she relates to him not rlly being able to experience physical affection :(((

Morph - realistically they could be anything but i’d like to believe they’d dress as the snake from beetlejuice but if it slayed 😭 like they have on this dumb snake suit but have thigh-high stiletto boots and cut-out legs 😭😭

Kurt Wagner - yar-har fiddle-dee-dee bitch he’s 100000% a pirate‼️‼️ side note he prob gets rlly upset about the over-sexualized nun costumes (as he should, they piss me off too)

Ororo Munroe - also prob wouldn’t dress up but she would wear Halloween-ish clothing (think like skull/spider earrings, black clothes, witch motifs)

Magneto - peepaw doesn’t dress up either unfortunately 😞 prob says some shit like “i’m too old for that” or “we should be focusing on bettering the world” like omgggg gramps live a LITTLE 🙄

Roberto - chat he dresses up to match with Jubilee 🥺 if she dresses up as like idk chell from portal he will dress up in all blue and orange to be the portals 😭😭

[starkwlkr]

love potion no. 9 | sebastian vettel

teenage!sebastian vettel

summerween series

Sebastian Vettel was a flop with the chicks. Every girl he talked to would ignore him and walk away. What was wrong with him? Did he have something stuck in his teeth or was it his braces?

He didn’t let it get to his head until he met Y/n L/n. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Everything about her was perfect. A girl like Y/n could never be seen with a nerd like me, thought Sebastian. She was the prom queen, everyone liked her, she had the best grades and she was most likely going to Yale or Harvard.

And what did Sebastian have? The reputation of being the school’s biggest nerd. How could he ever be with the most popular girl in school?

It all started when a Halloween dance was announced at school. Everyone was excited for it especially since they could wear costumes. Most couples were already thinking about their couples costumes. Sebastian had nothing in mind. He could go as Beetlejuice or maybe Peter Parker (not Spider-Man, everyone dressed up as Spider-Man). His thoughts were interrupted when his dream girl sat across from him at the table. It was study hall and he spent it in the library along with several other students.

“Hi.” Y/n L/n said to him. “Sorry I didn’t ask, but is it okay if I study here? I can move if you want me to.”

“No!” Sebastian said rather loudly. “Um . . I mean you can stay. No one is sitting there.”

Y/n smiled at him then proceeded to sit across from him. She took out her books and notebook and began to study. Sebastian didn’t get much studying done. He kept glancing at her, wondering if maybe he could start a conversation with her. By the time he actually built up the courage to say something, the bell had rung signaling the end of study hall. Y/n was already gone.

“Stupid.” Sebastian whispered to himself.

The days leading up to Halloween dance were pure hell for Sebastian. He heard many rumors that Jason, the most popular boy in school, was going to ask Y/n to the dance. That couldn’t happen, no! Sebastian needed to take you to the dance. Since it was a costume required dance, he needed the best costume to impress you so he looked through his old yearbooks and pulled up the class pictures from grade school. He found her name and read over her likes and dislikes, hobbies, and what she wished to be when she grew up. Every kid had a page like that, some kids changed, no longer liking Barbie or toy cars, but Sebastian never did. He still liked comics, cars, old movies.

You never changed either.

Likes: Star Wars, the color pink, almond M&M’s

That’s it! Star Wars was his answer. It was pretty obvious that Y/n would chose to go as Princess Leia so Sebastian bought pieces of clothing to resemble Han Solo. He hoped that she would be impressed.

The day of the dance finally came and Sebastian was nervous. All around him people were dressed as witches, pirates, devils and angels and what was he dressed as? The captain of the millennium falcon.

He stood around hoping to spot Y/n, but there was no sign of her. Maybe she stayed home . . . This was a stupid idea anyway. Sebastian was defeated so he walked to the gym door and was about to leave when he bumped into Y/n in her costume.

“Holy shit! Han Solo!” She gasped when she saw Sebastian in costume.

“Princess Leia . . .” He cracked a smile. Y/n was dressed in Leila’s outfit from The Empire Strikes Back. “Hi.” He shyly said.

“Hi, Seb! I didn’t know you liked Star Wars? I love it! My brothers don’t so I really have no one to talk to about it, but maybe you and I could—”

“Y/n!” A friend of hers ran up to Sebastian and Y/n. “What are you wearing? We agreed to be cats!” She gestured to the fake drawn on whiskers and cat ear headband. “You look . . ”

“Pretty. She looks pretty.” Sebastian cut in. He really didn’t know where he got the confidence to speak up, but he was glad he did.

“Sure,” her friend rolled her eyes. “I don’t think Jason would like a prude for a girlfriend.”

“Well I’m not here with Jason.” Y/n stated. She then grabbed Sebastian’s hand and pulled him away from her friend. “You can have him!” She and Sebastian ran down the hall to god knows where. Sebastian didn’t really care in the moment. He could believe he was holding hands with her, especially dressed as Han Solo and Princess Leia.

Y/n and Sebastian ended up in the art room where they were laying on the rug staring at the painted ceiling.

“And don’t even get me started on all my ‘friends’! One of them called my dad hot! It was so uncomfortable so I stopped inviting them to my house.” Y/n revealed. She laughed it off knowing she was never going back to her friends.

“Oh god.” Sebastian chuckled. “I didn’t realize you knew my name.” He changed the topic.

“I’ve always known. We’ve been in each other’s classes since grade school!” Y/n pointed out. “You’re a really cool person, Seb, and I really like being with you.”

“You’re the only person who calls me Seb, you know. I like it.”

Y/n giggled. “Did you drink some of the punch?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Amber Marsh spiked the punch.”

So that’s where the confidence came from. Thank you Amber Marsh I guess, thought Sebastian. He couldn’t remember how many times he had gotten punch.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?” The boy and girl continued looking at the painted stars on the ceiling.

“I like you.” He admitted.

“I know.”

That was the closest they got to their Han and Leia moment until a year later when Sebastian finally said ‘I love you’ to Y/n. She replied with the classic ‘I know’ line that made Sebastian’s nerdy teenage heart melt.

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[moonsceptre]

Recently I read that Tim Burton and Monica Bellucci love Federico Fellini movies.

Burton said Beetlejuice’s origin story was like the prologue to a Fellini movie, so it had to be told in black and white and Italian with an overall visual style like those in Fellini's movies.

One of Fellini's most successful films, Toby Dammit (1968), looks like it could have possibly inspired the appearance of Betelgeuse? Just a little hunch I had, since it seems Lydia's design was inspired by the witch in Mario Bava's Black Sunday (1960), another giallo movie which Betelgeuse's backstory takes reference from :)

Toby Dammit is a film about a debauched actor who is tormented by the devil, based on a story by Edgar Allan Poe. It could be totally off, but watching this film, his unique look, the painted white face, bleached hair and purple-shadowed eyes kept reminding me of Betelgeuse's appearance, especially now that we have seen his backstory.

It's interesting to watch all of the films that inspired Tim and infer what elements each piece of cinema contributed to his unique style, from visual motifs to narrative themes and character design.

[mad-maximoff]

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡

Sum: You and Lydia Deetz are searching for Lydia's daughter Astrid. Until they realized who had her. Delores didn't want Beetlejuice or Lydia. She wants you.

Warnings: Afterlife, stalking, dirty talk, obsession, forced oral

Word Count: 2,529

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 How did I get here? You thought as the outline of chalk faded from the brick wall. You and Lydia ran through the corridor entering the land of the undead. "Y/n, follow me. I've been here before."

"Yeah, and look what happened. Your daughter got kidnapped twice. This time it isn't some crazed ghost boy. It's your lover boy's ex-wife." You stomped mad as hell. Your boots scuffing the checkered tile. "Delores!? I watched her die! She got eaten by a sandworm!" Lydia stopped in her tracks in disbelief. "Yeah, well my sources tell me that she somehow dug her way out of the sandworm’s stomach before she was digested. Sorry about your boyfriend though." You motioned her to keep up as time was of the essence.

"I could give a shit about him, we need to find Astrid! Why did Delores take her?"

"Some sort of witch magic Delores got her stitched hands on, she posed as Astrid's father in the living and when Astrid came close enough to her she snatched her to the afterlife." You spoke sternly as your best friend was taken. Your parents were exorcists, but one day something went awry, and you were an infant caught in the crossfire. You were deeply affected resulting in your ability to pass through the afterlife and the living. "Well, Y/n we should turn here I think I remember a shortcut." Lydia pointed to the left whereas you were destined to go straight on. "Lydia, come now. Why not call that bio-exorcist dude? Beetle-"

"No! Don't say his name! Ever! We already have enough problems, let alone letting him get in this mess!" Lydia turned, once you two met face to face the lights in the distorted hallway dimmed turning pitch black. A sharp chill ran throughout your spine as though someone slid their fingers down your skin.

A blue light emerged, revealing Delores at the end of the hall with a firm grasp around Astrid's neck. "Hello Lydia, it's been a minute," Delores smirked. Her pale skin shone in the light as though a spotlight appeared.

"Give me back my daughter Delores! I don't want your husband!" Lydia tried to move her feet but was stopped. Her foot froze not touching the floor.

"Oh," Delores chuckled. "You think I want him? Well, let's just say I'm getting a proper divorce. Being said that however if I can't have him, no woman can." She flicked her wrist flying Lydia backwards crashing into an array of swinging doors down another hallway. Astrid screamed out in fear her mother was injured. You stood motionless as you watched Astrid's small body in comparison to Delore's be disregarded to the ground. She fell to her back wheezing out a cough. Delores lifted her hand again flicking her wrist, as Astrid caught her breath she was flung in the air her body stuck to the ceiling.  

"You made your point. Why me? Our paths never crossed!" You spat as Delores's body cascaded down the hall meeting you. She grinned again tracing her index along the wall. The wall began to crack where her finger lay. "We have not met? Surely you must remember? Did it not matter to you!?" Her hand left the wall snatching your throat and lifted you off the floor. You gasped for air as Delores's hand clenched, her nails dug into your skin. She pulled your face closer to hers. Her lips brushed yours with every breath. Her grin remained as she exhaled out. Your lips met with hers inhaling in, the pit of your stomach dropped and you became lightheaded. Delores exhaled and you quickly regained your senses. Feeling your soul come back to your body.

You did remember. That night, you were passing through a portal during a rather gruesome exorcism. You saw a woman mangled. She was carrying her calf in hand with a stapler. Shaking her limbs out leaving a trail of sand. Her body was wet, you initially thought it was water but upon further inspection, it was thicker than water. Like saliva. The woman's stitches were rusted, and her makeup was ruined, running past her chin to her neck. You stopped for a moment to lend a hand. After all, you thought she was in rougher shape than what you were dealing with. So you helped her remove and staple her body back.

You could not believe you had forgotten that. You were beginning to get lightheaded again as your feet dangled. "C-Can we talk please...put me down," You wheezed. "We can sort this out can't we." You coughed out as the floor underneath Delores became fuzzy. Delores smirked dropping you to the floor. Your feet felt like pins and needles trying to stand up. "Okay, let's talk. In private." Delores kicked your stomach latching your arm and dragging you down the hallway. Further from where Lydia and yourself entered. Your eyes fluttered as the double doors faded in the distance and the hall became more distorted. You blacked out.

‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿

     You awoke on a velvet red decrepit couch. In what looks to be a cubicle office. 6 desks in an array in the middle of the office. Every desk had a phone ringing off the hook but no one to tend to them. Delores caught your eye as she stood on a balcony. You guessed perhaps where the manager of these cubicles sat. "So you decided to wake up? So glad you could join me.” Delores cascaded down the stairs, her dress flowed making it so that she had no feet. Just gliding along the laminate.

"Where the hell am I?" You arose to your feet, you were halted by Delores's hand as she pushed you back down. She smirked as her body bent down on top of you. Funny, at this moment you should have been scared but all you could think about was how far those stitches along Delores's chest went. "As you said, you wanted to talk huh? Sort things out? We can, but I think we can do more than talk." Delores's breathed out dragging her tongue across her teeth. Perhaps you were imagining things or maybe you weren't but it seemed this wasn't a revenge or hostage situation. You started to wish it was.

"W-what do you want to talk about Delores? I have nothing to give you. If you want me to bring you to the living it's impossible! You're not Beetlejuic-..." You were hushed by one of Delores's stitched fingers. "I don't want that Y/n. No need to say his name." Her Italian accent layered thick. "I want you. Your kindness has touched this heart of mine so dearly, my love." Delores's hand snatched your chin lifting your body off the couch. Your boots dragged against the laminate flooring. "Me?! Why? All I did was stitch you back up!"

"Of course amore, the way you touched every part of me...ah...so sensually. Like you cared for me and my body." Delores's other hand traced her body starting from her hips and making her way up to her chest, then to her shoulder. "I stapled you. That's your turn-on? Jesus, the dead are all morally grey." I choked with the frequent buzzing noise from far away. "You are too Y/n, you are 'morally grey'. I saw it." Her hand left her collarbone tracing her thumb along my cheek. "Saw what Delores? All I do is exorcisms in the afterlife, nothing more!"

"Huh, funny because I remember following you a couple of weeks back...you were saving...merda....who was it? Yes! A little girl! You thought you could hide it afterwards. Sneak away sorta speak." Delores let go of her jaw as your boots hit the floor and your body fell to your knees. You slumped forward as you were able to breathe again. You were at eye level with Delores's heels "So you were stalking me?" You spat unpeeling your cheek from the floor. You peered above to see Delores looking down on you. "Stalking is such a hard word, my love, I would say watching, looking out for you if anything would ever occur." She grinned ear to stapled ear playing with her finger. Thrusting that exact finger in and out of her other hand. If you weren't scared shitless you're dirty mind would've taken over by now.

"Like a guardian angel, I suppose?" Your hands fell to your knees wanting to rise from the floor. Delores stopped you again by resting her hand firmly on your head. "Not the word I would use but in a sense. Ever since we met I have had this burning desire. This tingly feeling, as though, I am alive again!"

"So you're obsessed with me? That's why you kidnapped Astrid!" Delores grin disappeared eruptly. "Why the hell are so worried about that stupid girl?!" Delores rushed towards you as tried to scurry away. Her hand latched onto your belt dragging you back to her. "She can't give you what I can! And I know you can give me what I want! I saw you! With that Miss Argentina chick in the breakroom!" Delores's flipped you back on your knees pressing one of her heels to your thigh. You whinced as her strength held you down. "I want you to give me that. Just like you gave to that little civil servant." Delores's knee slid slowly grazing your temple as she lifted the skirt of her gown. You soon realized Delores had no staples on her thighs, only above her kneecaps. If you weren't so pissed off at the moment you would have found this hot. Who were you kidding? You found this hot regardless.

"Delores! No! Come on! You're a beautiful woman but I hardly know you!"

"Well, I survived the Black Plague. I enjoy the opera and wine. I ran a cult in Italy sucking souls to chase immortality and had a fun time doing that, then I got married and got chopped into tiny pieces! Got it? Great! Start licking!" Delores's hand grasped a fistful of your hair tilting your head back. Slamming your face into Delores's center.

"Hmph-..." You tried to speak or push away with your tongue but that drove Delores crazier more than she already was. "Oh-...How about you put those lips to work instead of just talking huh?" Delores groaned smushing your face against her parted lips. You couldn't fight it let alone breathe at this rate. You just had to give in. Though, after you finally caved you didn't object. Your tongue parted Delores's glossy folds feeling her cold body temperature shake up. Her slick warmth began to run down your chin. Delores's thigh starts to twitch against your head. Her skin lightly tapped your cheek. "Uh huh, I need to feel you…Now!" Her Italian accent caked in her groans. Your hands latched onto Delores's thighs caressing her skin. You could feel each staple protruding.

Delores’s hips slowly bucked maintaining the rhythm of your tongue. Her breath hitched with every flick your tongue made. Your tongue continued to soak up Delores as the tip of your tongue traced Delores’s clit rolling it back and forth against you. Delores’s head tilted back sucking a breath back. “Porca miseria…Are you gonna be a good girl for me? Huh-ah!" She moaned out with her hair flying behind her back. The way she murmurs pure Italian filth while they’re touching your hair. Her fingers interlocking in your stands forcefully pushing your face in place. Your tongue slid from Delores's clit to her folds, gently tugging her lips. Sucking each side. "Of course Delor-..." You were shut up by Delores's hand forcefully.  

"Just… right there! That feels so good-..." Delores whimpered out. "Suck on it." She ordered. Your jaw tilted going back to her clit, trying to lap up her juices from running down your neck. Delores stomped her heel on your thigh, it did sting but you did not care. You know she couldn't help it. You felt every muscle twitch against your tongue. You shuddered at the thought of being discovered, you shook the feeling continuing to work on Delores's pussy. You found yourself enjoying it even if you did protest at first. You usually do.

Delores's hips began to grind on your tongue, harshly straddling your face. Her small grunts escaping her lips grew louder. "Oh god...buono...I'm going to cu-ah!" Delores's orgasm came by no surprise for you, you felt it build just not knowing when it would finally come. Delores's fingers squeezed tighter into your scalp with a strange sound. A snapping sound you would say. It wasn't until you heard the sound of a staple plummeting to the floor did you realized it was a part of her.

"That’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl. Swallow it. All of it." Delore's head tilted back as her free hand ushered her hair to fall back off her shoulder. She cooed herself trying to contain her composure. You did as were told, licking up the mess you created. Delores's let up her heel on your thigh but you still felt her heel digging even if she wasn't there anymore. A little hole in your jeans was created.

"Haha! Well amore, I guess you earned your friend back huh?" You watched as she bent down retrieving her severed ring finger off the floor behind you. Delores made attempts to re-attach her finger without assistance but you watched in pity. You watched her lean back to grab a staplegun lying beside the couch. You rose from your knees before this statuesque corpse bride. "Here, you're still shakey. You're going to staple the damn thing backwards." You twisted her finger to have her nail facing you. You stroked her hand lending you the stapler, you positioned it and without hesitation, the stapler went off. A few clicks around her finger. Something that did not bug Delores any longer. The pain you mean.

"Bravo! Where would I be without you Y/n."

"Still here Del. You don't need me." You threw the stapler onto a cushion. "Now, about Astrid." You were hushed again by Delore's re-attached finger. "No, no. We don't need her. We just need each other." Delores leaned in softly grazing her lips across yours.

"Halt! You Succubus!" A loud crash erupted behind you, as a green man appeared in a black and white striped suit. "Toro! Toro!" He crashed through a brick wall waving a red cape.

  "Beetlejuice!" Delores barked throwing you behind her. "Eeek!" This Beetle-maniac silenced Delores by stapling her mouth shut. "Phew! I wish I did that when we first got hitched, Huh honey?" The green menace grimaced. The beetle-man whistled over to me.

"Hey! You! Yeah, you better scram! The ex and I need couples therapy if you catch my drift." He winked still taunting Delores. Delores ripped out the staples spewing Italian profanities at the bio-exorcist which made him break a sweat. Delores flicked her hand sending the green dude pinned against a wall. You scurried out before the chance of being discovered as they both had to work their shit out.

"Now, where the hell is everybody!"

[agendabymooner]

stop the world i wanna get off with you ! kimi r. x ofc (coppola!ofc)

“with the exception of you, i dislike everyone in the room.”

summary: vera jones ‘coppa’ coppola-raikkonen happens to be one of the three original it girls of formula one. funnily enough, she’s also the one to give birth to the loudest/messiest versions of the iceman as she continues her journey as a mother and a wife (all while she’s a director of the most iconic movies to have existed).

content warning: fictional raikkonen kids, mentions of breakups, mentions of tilly hearth and trish alonso (ofc) use of explicit language, family banters in social media

note: i know i have the most random selection of drivers on my masterlist but i swear i’m just tryna indulge in my lil bubble of happiness.

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tagged romaraikkonen, kimimatiasraikkonen

liked by arthurleclerc, olliebearman, charles_leclerc

user1 icegirl on fire as always 🧊🔥

user2 real hot girl shit of you roma 😩

arthurleclerc aroma, you’re supporting the wrong leclerc 😀 liked by veracopparaikko

romaraikkonen i can tell you that my shirts are nothing of an inchident. trust. liked by veracopparaikko

charles_leclerc i cannot believe i am being picked on by my favourite icegirl 😠

romaraikkonen hardly picking on you when i got ur name and face on my shirts??? smh i didn’t ask mum to get them for me to get called a h8r

rooraikkonen cool story maniac, can you run over jolauriraikkonen next?

romaraikkonen i’ll start with you first then i go target johann next, yes?

jolauriraikkonen what did i do??? i didn’t leave your pc plugged in, akka rooraikkonen witch

veracopparaikko kimimatiasraikkonen your kids are at it again, kimi.

kimimatiasraikkonen not my problem

veracopparaikko 😠

jolauriraikkonen it’s okie mum i’ll make sure dad sleeps on the couch tonight 😉

jolauriraikkonen dad did say 3 sprint races win = i get to go to the next three races too 😍 thank you for the team effort romaraikkonen liked by veracopparaikko

romaraikkonen omagaaaaa these are officially the worst races ever

ferraridriveracademy how are we going to put you two together in one room then?

romaraikkonen don’t.

jolauriraikkonen i’m gonna sob, this is a w for me

romaraikkonen what are you even doing up??? aren’t u like 14?

veracopparaikko question is: why are you even on your instagram? 🤨

jolauriraikkonen oh so when dad does it, it’s okay? he has to get up early too you know???

kimimatiasraikkonen please don’t involve me in this

user3 we love an unproblematic king 😭😭

user4 why are these kids so funny 🥲

kimimatiasraikkonen so proud of my girl 🧊❤️ liked by veracopparaikko

romaraikkonen like father like daughter 😉❤️🤝

tagged rooraikkonen, kimimatiasraikkonen

liked by landonorris, tillywolff, valterribottas

jolauriraikkonen 1/10. she looked more like the bottom of beetlejuice’s foot than the lady herself.

user1 naw johann-lauri got kimi’s humour for sure

rooraikkonen i’m gonna crash to your kart next time and you’re going to be crying to dad and dad will literally just laugh at you

kimimatiasraikkonen no, i won’t.

user2 LMFAO KIMI PLEASE

jolauriraikkonen hahahahahahaha cry

kimimatiasraikkonen second time this day, johann. next time i’m taking the switch. liked by veracopparaikko

user3 ruh-roh raikkonen is at it

jolauriraikkonen my bad g 🤝

kimimatiasraikkonen all good g 🤝

user4 a proof that johann is kimi-coded ^^

rooraikkonen thank you sooooo much mummy !!! i thought i was going to cry for a minute then i realized how much of a baddie my mummy-producer-writer-director is 😭😩 liked by veracopparaikko

veracopparaikko you fluster me, rooney tunes! ❤️

kimimatiasraikkonen your performance is very good, rooroo! henrik and betty were excited to see you on stage 😍 liked by veracopparaikko

rooraikkonen dad, betty-elina can barely hear from that headphones we got her.

rooraikkonen though i could hear henrik’s screaming during the intermission. 😂

rooraikkonen thank you daddy !! i’m glad i’m making the iceman proud 🧊💕 liked by veracopparaikko

tagged kimimatiasraikkonen, jolaurisraikkonen

liked by arthurleclerc, olliebearman, fernandoalo_oficial

jolauriraikkonen y’all cannot one up my mother because her resume is long as heck. she’s: mother, director, writer, actor, producer, photographer 😎 liked by veracopparaikko

jolauriraikkonen look at me and the boys though 😎

user1 you’re the coolest brother ever

rooraikkonen bc he’s the only brother henrik got 😂😂😂

user2 iceman and his iceboys and his ice cream

user3 too cold in here lads 🥶

romaraikkonen look at my cool lil man and dad 😍 oh and johann liked by veracopparaikko

jolauriraikkonen count ur days bestie

user4 where did the american-italian look go, vera?? 😭

rooraikkonen speaking on behalf of mum. the coppola genes had gone away as soon as romania came out, but uncle nicolas cage definitely did not leave

user4 subtle flex but okay pop off bestie 🔥

kimimatiasraikkonen such handsome boys liked by veracopparaikko

veracopparaikko i agree

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rooraikkonen me too

jolauriraikkonen i agree too

[cipherjuice-bioexorist]

ITSSSSS SHOWTIME-!!

NAMES CIPHER-JUICE! BUT PLEASE, CALL ME JUICE! or beetle. for some reason we just- started calling me beetle.

Multiverse's NUMBER ONE!!! BIOEXORIST!!

Gotta problem with the living? JUST SAY MY NAME 3 TIMES! OR DRAW MY WHEEL!

technically, i aint a bill, so DONT CALL ME ONE!.

Basic backstory: juice always had issues. As a child he caused problems for the fun of it. Not only that, he could see beyond the 2nd dimension, he could see the stars, the favorite that he saw being Betelgeuse.. after the destruction of his home, leaving it as nothing but ash, billy is left alone. As he grew older and dropped the first name, he learned he was pretty damn good at getting rid of the living. He's not quite alive, but he's not quite dead, and he's haunted by his past mistakes. He knows what he's done. And he avoids it by being a major P.O.S! and oh man does this guy got DRAMA! Current story: after one too many job FUMBLES, He decides to lay low in a dimension. little does he know, that dimension was housing his old pal @imthebestcharacter618. Juice plays it cool and pretends like he hasn't been gone for years. pretends he and steve hadn't... well, you know. @imbackbilly HATES our man beetle, and is also salty that beetle is his daughter's favorite <3. after a argument with steve, and both sides apologizing, saying words that they.. didnt say before, Steve moves in with beetle! its just like old times. they both missed this, missed each other. but its completely platonic guys! they both swear it! beetle is just uh- a little 'sick', ya know? can a ghost get sick? Wow! Get a load of THIS GUY! finally he's dating Steve! Only took us a few trillion years! They ain't perfect, far from it, but their happy. Steve makes Beetle want to be a better man and Beetle makes Steve feel.. safe.

Fun facts about him:

🪲 Based on the Beetlejuice cartoon, with influences from the movies!

🪲 calls everyone toots or Babes, no matter your gender. WILL call you it more if he knows it bothers you

🪲 he doesn't have a set universe! Kinda just floats around, pay check to pay check

🪲 a bigger scam than Stan/j

🪲 will flirt with any and all fords. He finds it funny to make em fluster or piss them off

🪲 breaks the 4th wall for fun. He knows what you are btw.

🪲 doesn't TECHNICALLY have his own Ford. He did have a Ford he made a deal with before that Ford basically locked his ass out of that dimension.

🪲 do not let him into any kitchen it will be gone when he's done

🪲 not evil, not good either. He's just here to fuck around and have a damn good laugh.

🪲 his existence was the fault of a fever dream and @the-triangle-witch/hj

Quick rules 🐦‍⬛💊

-no nsfw. Self explanatory. Flirting and sex jokes are fine tho

-no hate speech.

-bully the character not the mod

-respect the pottery

-have fun

-respect the pottery

warnings: this blog might have triggering topics such as but not limited to;

intense paranoia/panic attacks

childhood trauma

possible cptsd?

so. much. arguing.

unresolved emotional conflicts

low self esteem

Abuse

and plenty of self loathing!

[theknucklehead]

Here are some alts of Squigly and Leviathan

Given the nature of Squigly's character, some of these do have a dark theme centered around them, so just be warned.

Beetlejuice (animated version)

Lydia Deetz (animated version)

Emily (and her Maggot) from Corpse Bride

American McGee's Alice and Cheshire Cat

Sucy Manbavaran from Little Witch Academia

Earthworm Jim

Ronald McDonald (and Grimace)

There was one other alt I was gonna include, but I'm pretty sure Tumblr doesn't want me saying it let alone showing it.

[will80sbyers]

Do you still have the list of movies that inspired ST4? I had a picture of it but I lost it and I haven't been able to find it since. Please and thank you in advance.

Yep!

Long post warning lol

300

2001: A Space Odyssey

47 Meters Down: Uncaged

12 Monkeys

28 Days Later

13th Warrior

Ace Ventura: Pet Detective

Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls

Altered States

Amelie

American Sniper

Analyze This

Annihilation

Aristocats

Armageddon

Assassins Creed

Avengers: Age of Ultron

Arrival

Almost Famous

Batman Begins

Batman V. Superman

Basket Case

Battle at Big Rock

Beauty and the Beast

Beetlejuice

Behind Enemy Lines

Beverly Hills Cop

Bill and Ted’s Bogus Journey

Billy Madison

Black Cauldron

Black Swan

Boondock Saints

Borat

Bram Stoker’s Dracula

Burn After Reading

Broken Arrow

Blade Runner

C.H.U.D

Con Air

Cast Away

Congo

Constantine

Children of Men

Cabin in the Woods

Crank

Casablanca

Carrie

Crimson Tide

Clueless

Dukes of Hazzard

Don’t Breathe

Death to Smoochy

Doom

Dark Knight

Dogma

Deep Blue Sea

Dreamcatcher

Drop Dead Fred

Die Hard

Die Hard 2

Die Hard 3

Don’s Plum

Dances with Wolves

Dumb and Dumber

Edward Scissorhands

Enter the Void

Ex Machina

Event Horizon

Emma (2020)

Forrest Gump

Fargo

Fisher King

Full Metal Jacket

Ferris Bueller

Fallen

Fugitive

Ghost

Girl with the Dragon Tattoo

Ghostbusters

Good Fellas

Girl Interrupted

Godzilla: King of the Monsters

Get Out

Good Will Hunting

Hackers

High Fidelity

Hellraiser 1

Hellraiser 2

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

Hidden

High School Musical

Hurt Locker

Heat

Hunger Games

Highlander

Hell or High Water

Home Alone

I am Legend

It’s a Wonderful Life

In Cold Blood

Inception

I am a Fugitive from Chain Gang

Inside Out

Island of Doctor Moreau

It Follows

Interview with a Vampire

Inner Space

Into the Spiderverse

Independence Day

Jupiter Ascending

John Carter of Mars

Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom

James Bond (All Movies)

Julie

Karate Kid

Knives Out

Kingsmen

Little Miss Sunshine

Labyrinth

Long Kiss Goodnight

Lost Boys

Leon: The Professional

Let the Right One In

Little Women (1994)

Mad Max: Fury Road

Magnolia

Men in Black

Mimic

Matrix

Misery

My Cousin Vinny

Mystic River

Minority Report

Mr. and Mrs. Smith

Neverending Story

Never Been Kissed

No Country for Old Men

Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors

North by Northwest

Open Water

Orange County

Oceans 8

Oceans 11

Oceans 12

One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest

Ordinary People

Paddington 2

Platoon

Pulp Fiction

Papillon

Pan’s Labyrinth

Pineapple Express

Peter Pan

Princess Bride

Paradise Lost

Primal Fear

Prisoners

Peter Jackson’s King Kong

Reservoir Dogs

Ravenous

Rushmore

Road Warrior

Rogue One

Reality Bites

Raider of the Lost Ark

Red Dragon

Robocop

Shooter

Sky High

Swingers

Sword in the Stone

Step Up 2

Spy Kids

Saving Private Ryan

Shape of Water

Swept Away

Star Wars: Return of the Jedi

Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back

Superbad

Society

Swordfish

Stoker

Splice

Silence of the Lambs

Source Code

Sicario

Se7en

Starship Troopers

Scrooged

Splash

Silver Bullet

Speed

The Visit

The Italian Job

The Mask of Zorro

True Lies

The Blair Witch Project

The Lord of the Rings Trilogy

Tangled

The Craft

The Guest

The Devil’s Advocate

The Graduate

The Prestige

The Rock

Titanic

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

The Fly

Tombstone

The Mummy

The Guardian

The Goofy Movie

The Peanut Butter Solution

Toy Story 4

The Ring

The Crazies

The Mist

The Revenant

The Perfect Storm

The Shining

Terminator 2

The Truman Show

Temple of Doom

The Cell

To Kill a Mockingbird

Timeline

The Good Son

The Orphan

The Birdcage

The Green Mile

The Raid

The Cider House Rules

The Lighthouse

The Book of Henry

The A-Team

The Crow

The Terminal

Thor Ragnarok

Twister

The Descent

The Birds

Total Recall

The Natural

The Fifth Element

True Romance

Terminator: Dark Fate

The Hobbit Trilogy

Unforgiven

Unbreakable

Unleashed

Very Bad Things

Wayne’s World

What Women Want

War Dogs

Wedding Crashers

What’s Eating Gilbert Grape

Welcome to the Dollhouse

Welcome to Marwen

Wet Hot American Summer

What Lies Beneath

What Dreams May Come

War Games

Who Framed Roger Rabbit

Weird Science

Willow

Wizard of Oz

Wanted

Young Sherlock Holmes

You’ve Got Mail

Zodiac

Zoolander

[iz1331]

More Funko Pop! ideas for Beetlejuice and Beetlejuice Beetlejuice.

Be warned. It's a long-ish post.

I made one earlier:

Spoilers if you haven't watched Beetlejuice Beetlejuice or Beetlejuice. I'll add gifs and pics for reference later, but if you're a fellow Juice box and have watched the films, then you'll know them.

Here's a chart/guide for the types of Funko Pops:

Note: "A Chase is a rare variant of a common Funko figure, whereby its design differs slightly to the original figure it's based upon."

Beetlejuice (1988)

Pop! Deluxe: Delia getting trapped by her art statue (the first time when they were moving their stuff inside the house)

Pop! Common: Lydia with her camera and maybe also holding the polaroid of the "No feet" (hopefully, this is the design they'll release for the upcoming Beetlejuice Funko Pops that have been leaked)

Pop! Moment: Wedding clothes Betelgeuse and Lydia, they're first wedding, with that alien priest and the altered chimney (kinda repetitive using their wedding clothes, but they're freaking iconic outfits)

Pop! Ride, Moment or Premium: Betelgeuse's commercial, him as a cowboy, with the cow and lasso spinning and his sign

Pop! Common: Betelgeuse's cowboy outfit

Pop! Common: Betelgeuse in his robe, the one he was wearing when he met Lydia in the attic

Pop! Moment: Lydia dancing Jump In The Line mid air

Pop! Common: Juno

Pop! Commons or 2 Pack: Adam and Barbara Maitlands in their wedding outfits (possible Chase variants would be their decaying body, or Barbara with the zipper mouth or steel plate)

Pop! Common: Adam in normal outfit with a long nose

Pop! Common: Otho (possible Chase variant would be the outfit Betelgeuse put him in, the pale blue suit)

Pop! Moment: Betelgeuse about to be eaten by the Sandworm

Pop! Moment: Betelgeuse in the waiting room between the witch doctor and the shrinker hunter

Pop! Deluxe or Moment: Betelgeuse floating after the Maitlands dug him out of his coffin

Pop! Town: Lydia and the Winter River model

Pop! Common: Betelgeuse with a cigarette or at least just holding it (let me have my smoking Betelgeuse 😭)

Pop! Common: Lydia with the veil (the outfit she wore on their first dinner after moving in)

Pop! Ride: Barbara riding the Sandworm

Pop! Common: Sandworm

Those for now.

Betelgeuse as a snake, Betelgeuse w/tombstone, Beej w/shrunken head and Here Lies Betelgeuse (Deluxe) are already rumoured to be the new designs from the leaked next line up.

Beetlejuice Beetlejuice (2024)

Pop! Commons or 4 pack: Delia, Astrid, Lydia and Rory outfits at Charles' funeral

Pop! Moment: Lydia and Betelgeuse in the attic after she summoned him (the Winter River model in between them, Beej floating on the other end of the table)

Pop! Moment: Lydia, Rory and Betelgeuse therapist scene

Pop! Town: Astrid with the Winter River model

Pop! Common: Delia holding the asps

Pop! Common: Rory in his poor excuse of a wedding outfit (possible Chase variant is him wearing that shirt Betelgeuse put on him, "I ❤️ Delores") 😆

Pop! Common: Rory holding the cardboard boxes over his head

Pop! Moment: Betelgeuse injecting Rory with the Truth Serum

Pop! Common: Wolf Jackson in his suit holding a paper cup filled with coffee

Pop! Common: Wolf Jackson in his leather trench coat holding a gun (possible Chase variant would be when he was covered in cake when he fell into it) 😆

Pop! Common: Delores when she was alive (possible Chase variant would be her wearing the plague doctor mask)

Pop! Common: Betelgeuse when he was alive, the one he wore while grave robbing (possible Chase variant would be after he got poisoned, foam on the mouth)

Pop! & Buddy: Lydia or Betelgeuse with Baby Juice (I'm sorry 😭)

Pop! & Buddy or Moment: Lydia with miniature Betelgeuse playing the guitar

Pop! Common: Bob disguised as Betelgeuse

Pop! Moment: Lydia at the set of Ghost House sitting on her chair, and across from her is Betelgeuse in an audience chair, munching on pop corn

Pop! Moment: Sandworm chase scene with Lydia and Astrid

Pop! Deluxe or Moment: Betelgeuse sitting on a stool, microphone on hand about to tell his backstory

Pop! Moment: Lydia and Betelgeuse in the attic, Lyds holding the Handbook for the Recently Deceased and Beej holding their marriage agreement contract

Pop! Common: Betelgeuse with his hands together in a prayer position (possible Glow in the Dark Chase variant would be him getting caught on fire)

Pop! Deluxe: Betelgeuse reading a newspaper while sitting behind his desk

Pop! Common or Deluxe: Delia screaming in front of the camera ("Why?")

Pop! Common: Astrid in her school uniform

Pop! Commons: Astrid and/or Lydia holding Betelgeuse's new and updated flier

Pop! Common: Richard

Pop! Common: Jeremy Frazier (possible Chase variant would either the clothes he died in or his James Dean costume)

Pop! Common: Betelgeuse wearing the Immigration staff uniform, complete with hat

Pop! Common: The Janitor (love me some more Devito Pops!)

Pop! Common: Father Damien (preferably in the robes he wore for the wedding, Burn Gorman is freaking hilarious in this film 😆)

Pop! Common: Baby Juice (Betelgeuse Baby or his inner child)

Pop! Common, Deluxe, Super or Jumbo: Inflating or blown up Betelgeuse

Pop! Moment: Lydia and Betelgeuse in bed together after the nightmare dream (freaking indulge me, let me daydream 😭)

Pop! Common or Moment: Betelgeuse and Lydia in the attic, a wall with a bomb drawn on it and the tip of Betelgeuse's thumb is lit

Pop! Commons or 8 Pack: Bob, Al, Brad, Chuck, Dave, John, Phil and Tom the Shrinkers

Pop! Common: Betelgeuse in his El Matador outfit (might become an Exclusive, to be honest, a lot of the designs above are Exclusives types, too)

Every scene that Betelgeuse and Lydia are in together is worth being made into a Pop! Moment, the "Let's go, honey", "We're like Bonnie and Clyde, but without the bullet holes", "I'm gonna make you so happy", "You want me to marry you; I thought you'd never ask", "That was you stalking me; If stalking means trying to remarry the love of my life, then I'm guilty as charged, c'mere", half of these I don't even know how to make into a Funko scene, but all of them are just too good 😭 I WANNA MAKE EVERY PART OF THE WEDDING A FUNKO POP MOMENT!

Anyways, that's it for now. Some of the scenes I have in mind probably can't be executed properly in a Pop! Moment.

[eddieschains]

Trick Or Treat

A/N: a cute lil fluffy fic about Eddie and your little sister on halloween

Word Count: 1.2k

TW// i don’t think there’s anything other than i didn’t proof read so pls ignore any mistakes 🫶🏽

Eddie and your little sister always had a special bond with each other. He treated her as if she was his own, and made sure she always felt welcome in his home. Sometimes after school when you had to work later than normal, she’d take the bus to the trailer park just to spend time with him. He always took care of her just as well, if not better than you.

There was one thing they bonded over the most. Halloween. She loved the idea of carving pumpkins, watching scary movies, and trick or treating. She had asked Eddie to take her this year, but as he got busier with work and the band, he had to stay behind. But he promised to make it up to her by the end of the night.

You took the day off of work, knowing how much she loved this night, you wanted to be with her for every moment of it. From helping her with her costume, to making a route for trick or treating so she’d hit all the good houses with the king size candy bars.

You walked around Hawkins for a good couple hours before making your way over to the trailer park to spend the rest of the night with Eddie. Little Kelsey skipped all the way down the gravel road, singing one of those Dio songs Eddie had taught her.

You try your best to keep up behind her, but once she spots the Munson trailer, she’s off. She sprints over to the driveway, excitement filling her tiny body as she notices Eddie’s van in the driveway. You finally catch up to her, having to hold her back from barging inside.

“Hold on, you gotta knock on the door.” You tell her as you both walk up to the front porch. She knocks her fist on the door furiously as you both wait for Eddie. Soon enough, the door swings open, as Eddie stands in front of both of you with a wide smile. “Trick or treat?” You ask with a smirk.

“Depends on if you’re the treat or not.” He smirks back, wrapping his arms around you and planting a deep kiss to your lips.

You giggle in his arms before he feels a small hand tugging at his jeans. He looks down to see Kelsey’s bright eyes staring up at him, before he’s removing himself from you and picking her up, swinging her around in his arms.

“There’s my little munchkin.” He smiles, blowing raspberries across her face as she bursts out laughing. He sets her back down on the ground, ruffling her hair. “Well aren’t you the cutest witch of the west.” She giggles and mumbles a soft thank you.

Both of you walk inside, Kelsey immediately jumping on the couch to start going through her candy. You join Eddie in the kitchen as he prepares some hot chocolate for you all.

“How was work?” You ask, wrapping your arms around him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“It was alright. Couldn’t wait to see you guys though.” He smiles, turning his head to kiss your cheek.

He pours the drink in 3 mugs, topping it with whipped cream and mini marshmallows, just the way he and Kelsey like it. He sits down next to her, handing her the cocoa as he turns the TV on.

“Beetlejuice?” He asks, turning to Kelsey as she nods, taking a sip of her cocoa. He smiles and turns the movie on, cuddling her into his side. “Get anything good?”

She starts going through the candy in her little pumpkin bowl, pulling out all the best ones. “There’s this one house by the school that was handing out the big ones. And she let me take three!”

“Oh really? You gonna save one for me?” He teases, grabbing the candy from her and pretending to start opening it.

“I guess we can share.” She sighs, letting him take one of the bars. You both chuckle as you continue watching the movie. Eddie and Kelsey eat the candy as he listens to all her stories from tonight.

Whenever Kelsey was around, she was all Eddie paid attention to. You might as well not have even been there. But you didn’t mind. You loved watching them bond and have fun together. Those were honestly some of your favorite moments.

A couple hours pass by and the movie ends. You look at the clock and notice it’s getting late, so you stand up from the couch and start gathering your things.

“Alright, I think it’s time to get you home, huh?” You say looking at your sister.

“Noooo I wanna stay.” She pouts as she curls closer into Eddie.

“Kels, it’s late and Eddie and I both have work tomorrow.” You argue.

“It’s okay, let her stay the night. You can stay too.” Eddie responds, earning an annoyed look from you. He wraps his arms around her as they both look at you with their best puppy dog eyes, and in unision let out a whiny pleaseeee.

You sigh, eventually giving in. “Fine. But you’re going to sleep by 10pm sharp.” Eddie looks at her and winks, grabbing a blanket off the back of the couch and wrapping it around her.

You sit next to Eddie, cuddling into his other side as he places a blanket on top of you as well.

“My favorite girls.” He smiles before placing a kiss on your forehead as he starts another movie.

The three of you watch the movie in almost total silence, until Kelsey’s soft snores break through. Eddie looks down at her passed out in his lap, and he starts playing with her hair to soothe her.

“When can we have one?” He asks unexpectedly. You were focused on the movie while nearly falling asleep yourself, so you didn’t fully register it at first.

You lift your head up from his shoulder and mumble a simple hm?

“When can we have one?” He asks again with just as much sincerity, this time turning his attention towards you.

You scoff, thinking he’s joking before his face tells you a different story. “Oh, you’re serious.” He chuckles softly and kisses your lips softly.

“Deadly. This is all I want. Spending nights with you and our own little munchkin.” He looks back over at a sleeping Kelsey, smiling from ear to ear. “What a dream.”

“We’re only in our 20s, babe. Haven’t even got a place to ourselves yet.” You were always the voice of reason in situations like these.

“So we’ll get a place. We’re looking anyway. We’ll get a place, and we’ll save up, and… and we’ll have a baby. A family.” He continues trying to reason with you, his eyes practically pleading with you to say yes.

You think about it for a moment, think about how nice it would be to start a family with Eddie. But, you know it’s not something you can just decide right now.

“Let’s talk about it tomorrow. Just get some sleep right now, okay?” You kiss his cheek and cuddle up closer into his side, closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep.

He smiles and nods, wrapping his arms around the both of you and placing a soft kiss to both of your heads. “Goodnight, sweets.”

[sampsdoessims]

favorite cc collections (maxis match) p1

here is a list of my favorite cc collections available right now! these are mostly clothing/hair, and mostly for female sims (not to say you can't use these for any sim-- i just mean it looks feminine/girly!)! NEXT POST will be favorite male sims cc! stay tuned <3

@joliebean's HIGH TIDE COLLECTION has 14 items, with some gorgeous, feminine swimsuits, jewelry and cover-ups. it's beautiful for summer, or if you like to play in sulani!

@simcelebrity00's Yes, And? Set is technically, well... a set LOL. but it has six ADORABLE items, so I thought i'd include it. If you love Ariana Grande's aesthetic, your going to love this! it includes jewelry, a dress, a hairstyle, and a gloss!

i've already posted this one here, that's how much i love it! if you love kpop, you will love this too. @trillyke's HOT MESS collection is inspired by Aespa. trillyke describes it as "grunge" and "y2k", which is true! but the items (imo) are super versatile if you are into making alt sims from so many aesthetics! i personally am obsessed with the MANY accessories, my favorite being "melody's headphones"!

switching gears, if you are into the "model off-duty", "clean girl" look. you are going to OBSESS over @twisted-cat's OVERRIDE COLLECTION. the items are super classic and elegant, and work beautifully together. but they are also basics, so they can work with other items in your collection as well! i wish these were part of my irl wardrobe, that's how much i love them.

@arethabee is probably one of my favorite cc creators ever (and to be fully transparent, i am a member of her patreon!). her ritual collection is INSANE, especially if you are into 90s fashion, or whimsigoth imo. if you are obsessed with charmed or phoebe from friends (if she was a witch), you are going to fall for this cc as much as me! my personal favorite items are the cordelia (beetlejuice reference maybe???) cardigan and the aradia (so many possible references, i'm having a hard time) skirt. btw, i think she really succeeded with her goal of being "witchy" but "casual". let me know if i missed anything, but there will definitely be a part 2! i really love downloading collections to make cohesive looks for my sims. i like them to kind of stick to an aesthetic, and collections are so good for that. AND i have tested all of these in-game and they look wonderful! lmk if you want to see my sims <3 and if anything isn't working for you, update me! all creators are tagged! please check them out and support them!

[somedaylazysomeday]

A Deal with a Demon - Part Seven

Things keep going missing at your house and at the shop. You finally decide to confront the most likely cause.

Demon!Beetlejuice x fem!witch!reader

Rating: M

Word Count: 4,050

Warnings: Hauntings, irritation, mentions of witchcraft and demonic activity (obv), descriptions of burnout, crying, hopelessness, and mentions of seasonal affective disorder, nonsexual intimacy. This part is a little more serious than the others have been - please mind the warnings!

Previous | Masterlist

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If you didn’t know better, you would think that you were being haunted. 

It was ridiculous to even think that was possible… but there were a lot of things going on that you couldn’t quite explain. 

Weird noises came from the shop  - a low groaning that you had shrugged off as part of the building settling, until they had been offset by a higher-pitched whine that couldn’t possibly come from a reaction to the brisk nights. 

Certain items had gone missing from your personal supply at your house and the small workshop you’d eventually created in the basement of Sinful. That one had made you grumpy, far more so than the strange noises. You hadn’t wanted to leave materials at the shop for exactly this reason. It was dangerous to leave items used to perform magic around non-magical humans, even if you locked the door as carefully as you always did. 

But after you had gone back over the security camera footage and set special wards on every entrance to the basement workshop. When you were still missing supplies without catching intruders with either method, you were forced to consider other possibilities. Besides, there was no way anyone was breaking through the layers of stacked wards you had woven around your house. 

And that was ignoring the Presence. 

It came and went - never lasting too long, but each incident was randomly spaced and impossible to predict. You would be mind your business one moment and in the next, you would be seized by the creeping sensation of being watched. Sometimes, the feeling was so strong that you could find a way to sit with your back against a wall, if only to know that nothing was waiting behind you. 

Honestly, if your place and the shop weren’t warded to hell and back, you would think there was a ghost haunting you. 

Beetlejuice had been your immediate first guess for the culprit, but he had never been shy. You would have expected to see him lounging on your sofa or chatting with customers in the middle of the store - you had unexpectedly found him in both scenarios over the time you had known him. 

The only problem with that was that you hadn’t seen Beetlejuice in a while. You had counted the dates carefully when he still hadn’t appeared in the days leading up to Samhain, and the last time he had visited was in late August. So you were at a loss about what was going on. 

Samhain had come and gone, leaving you energized by your renewed closeness with the source of your gifts and the enjoying the temporary spike in ambient magic in the air. All witches could access that magic, but most had gorged themselves on it during the festival. You had done the same in the past, storing magic like a bear trying to fatten up before hibernation, but the shop changed things. Now, there was so much magic flowing out through your potions, charms, and spells that you were always hungry for a little more.

So you decided to take full advantage of that post-Samhain increase in magic to prep some potions. If you could get them ready over the next week, most of them needed to ferment over the dark days of winter. 

The memory potion you were working on was one of those brews, and it was almost ready. Now that everything had come to a boil, you just needed to add some rosemary and decant it quickly into an opaque glass bottle to ferment until the winter solstice. 

The large jar where you kept the sprigs of fresh rosemary - enchanted to keep them in a state of infinite freshness - was suspiciously light when you lifted it from the back of your pantry. When you pulled it out into the light of your workshop, your suspicions were confirmed: it was empty. 

No, not empty, you realized with a start. There was a single scrap of paper lying on the bottom of the glass jar, folded neatly in half. 

You stirred the potion with one hand while you unfolded the paper with the other, hoping to keep the pot from boiling over entirely while you read. 

I.O.U. - BJ

“What the hell?” you asked aloud, staring at the note. The potion let out an unhappy hiss, then a sour smell filled the air. When you ripped your gaze away from the paper, you found that the potion had turned. You grimaced, pulling the half-scorched spoon free as you repeated, “What the hell?!”

You crumpled the note in your fist, wheeling away from the stove. The smart thing would be to dump the remains of the potion before it solidified in the pot. Memory potions were known to be very sticky when allowed to sit in containers after they expired. 

All you could think about was getting an explanation.

“Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!” 

It was a trick you had figured out shortly after opening Sinful. If you skipped the rest of the demon’s summoning incantation in favor of using his name - the section with actual magical significance - you could call him without agreeing to make a deal. It was a workaround, a loophole. You had no idea how long it would last before someone in the demonic hierarchy figured out what was happening and ended that gap in contracting, but you would use it until then. 

Beetlejuice appeared as he always did. Instead of his typical friendly greeting, he scowled when he caught sight of you. You scowled back, but it faded when you caught a good look at him. 

The circles under Beetlejuice’s eyes were darker than normal and his hair was limp. His skin looked dull beneath the typical pallor. His expressions were subdued, like it was too much effort to be as dramatic as usual, and he was slumping slightly against a nearby counter. Even the moss on his face was a pale gray-green instead of the vibrant emerald you had grown accustomed to.

“You look rough.” 

Beetlejuice made a rude gesture in your direction, but there was no fire in it. “Like you look so great. Except that you do. Fuck. Why’d ya have to look nice today?”

You shook your head, choosing not to point out that your shirt was two washes from the rag pile and you were wearing a truly crusty pair of pants. If Beetlejuice was being sweet, you weren’t going to go out of your way to talk him out of it, but you really were concerned.

“Seriously, Beetlejuice,” you said, starting forward. 

He held up a trembling fingers. “That’s one already, babes. Ya gonna send me away? I could maybe use the break.” 

You stared. “You… want to go back? You never want to go back. What’s going on?” 

“Is it so hard to believe that someone would wanna leave the human realm?” he shot back. “Humans aren’t as great as you all pretend ya are. Now, I know ya didn’t summon me here to ask about my well-being, so what the fuck do ya want?”

It was a transparent attempt to make you mad, which made it extra embarrassing when it worked. All of your anger about the memory potion roared back to life. You glared at him, brandishing the burnt wooden spoon in his direction.

“What have you been doing?” you snapped. “You took all of my rosemary and left an IOU? Are you serious? What do you even need rosemary for?” 

“Halloween is a busy time of year for a demon,” he reminded you, tone so condescending that it put your teeth on-edge. “I needed the rosemary and some other stuff to keep my concentration while I made deals.”

“Concentra-?” you started, then thought better of it. You didn’t want excuses or circular explanations. “No, never mind. You need to refill all of the ingredients that you took. Starting with the rosemary! I was in the middle of a potion and now it’s turned.”

Beetlejuice’s lip curled. “Why don’t ya just magic some more?” 

You don’t know what made you the angriest: his careless tone or the way he wiggled his fingers when he said ‘magic’, but either way, you were seeing red.

“You had better be messing with me,” you seethed. “You came into my workshop, in my house, stole my ingredients! And you never bothered to even say hello. I haven’t seen you in months! You don’t talk to me unless I summon you, and now you’re being petty about replacing the items you used for whatever random bullshit you do when you’re making contracts and fulfilling deals. You need to-” 

“Fine!” he snapped. “I’ll go get more rosemary.”

He avoided making eye contact with you as he disappeared, but you couldn’t look away. 

When Beetlejuice left somewhere, he always disappeared with noise. It had been a pop for most of your early interactions, and you had theorized that it was the sound of the displaced air. When he was feeling ostentatious, that sound changed to a loud crack! You had even heard it turn into a rude noise when Beetlejuice was feeling cheeky. 

This time, the process was utterly silent. And it was a process. Every other time, Beetlejuice had simply disappeared from view, vanishing between one instant and the next. This time, he faded slowly from view, becoming a shade of his corporeal self until he was finally gone from your field of vision. 

You sat heavily on the stool at your workbench, letting the scorched spoon fall to the countertop with a clatter. Something was wrong. You had known something was wrong, but you let yourself get angry and overlook it instead of narrowing your focus on the problem and working to solve it. Or at least understand it. You had never seen Beetlejuice be anything but energized by signing contracts and doing deals. 

By the time Beetlejuice returned, you had managed to calm yourself down, fighting back both the anger and the guilt to keep a fairly level head. 

He held out a large bundle of fresh rosemary. It was what he had used and more - enough to cover all the memory potions you intended to brew for the rest of the season. “Thank you. I really appreciate this.” 

He just nodded, leaning against the wall and letting his head tip back against it. 

“How have you been?” 

Beetlejuice cracked one eye open, looking at you as if to gauge how sincere you were being. Whatever he found there seemed to reassure him, and he shrugged. “Fine.” 

You sighed. Rote platitudes hadn’t been what you were looking for. “No, really. I haven’t seen you in a while.” 

“Yeah,” he agreed caustically. “Ya said that.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, catching his eye so you could try to convey how much you meant that. “I snapped at you and I shouldn’t have. You took my rosemary, but you didn’t know I would be brewing today. Now I’m worried about you. Is everything okay?” 

Beetlejuice sighed, the harsh lines of his face falling into a more relaxed expression. “I’m just tired.”

“Do you have another open deal?” you asked, worried. “Do you need someone to meet their terms? Because I can try…”

That hadn’t happened in a while. Beetlejuice was still being summoned more than he had in hundreds of years, but more of those summonings were turning into actual deals thanks to your spell. It was just a prototype, but as long as it was working, it gave you a shorter list of tweaks it needed for any future versions you might cast. If someone summoned Beetlejuice and it didn’t result in a deal, it could end up putting him in a bad spot. 

To your surprise and minor horror, Beetlejuice pulled an expression of deep disgust and horror. You recoiled from him, trying not to be offended as your ego took a hit. “No, babes. Absolutely not. I’m good. In fact, I’m lucky my dick hasn’t fallen off from overuse. Yet.” 

“Gross,” you complained, recoiling for a different reason. “And… congratulations, I think? Being busy is a good thing, right?” 

“Sorta.” 

When he didn’t seem inclined to give any further explanation, you narrowed your eyes at him. “Have you been hanging around lately? I’ve had some weird things happening, even ignoring the missing ingredients.” 

Beetlejuice studied his shoes and you were fascinated. He wasn’t embarrassed as a general rule, and you were eager to find out what had made him shy now. 

“I’ve been droppin’ by here and Sinful, even when I’m too tired to fully manifest,” he admitted. 

So that was the presence you had felt. He had probably also been the source of those strange noises. In a way, you had been haunted, just by a demon you knew rather than some unfamiliar spirit who had managed to circumvent your wards. It was a relief, even if you were concerned by the idea of Beetlejuice being too tired to gain corporeal form.

“Why?” 

The question had slipped out before you could bite it back, and you guiltily watched the way it made Beetlejuice flinch. “You don’t have to answer tha-” 

“There’s always some residual magic where you’ve been workin’,” he said quietly. “It makes me feel better. I usually take a pinch of an ingredient or a little of whatever potion you’ve got goin’ so I can pull some extra magic from it. I took the rosemary to help me concentrate. I was gettin’ sloppy with my contracts. I was too tired to focus, but bein’ home always makes me feel a little better.”

You nodded slowly, trying to conceal how touched you were at the idea that he thought of your home as his home, too. 

“I dunno,” he shrugged off, forcing a smile. “Guess I’m just off my game right now. But don’t worry - I always come back. I’m like an infection.” 

“You know, most people don’t compare themselves- Actually, never mind. Sure, an infection,” you agreed eventually. “But you’re taking care of yourself, right?” 

“Sure,” he said, sitting on the stool you had abandoned. It put him closer to you and you were struck once more by how tired he looked. “I’m eating and catching some sleep when I can. I don’t need much of either, ya know.” 

“Yeah, demon stuff,” you waved off. “But what about other things? Activities you’re interested in, seeing cool places, eating something delicious just because you can. That type of care.” 

“I-” Beetlejuice frowned, looking disconcerted. “That’s not really… my thing. Not right now, at least. It used to be, but I kinda… stopped.” 

“Maybe you should start back up again,” you suggested gently. “Some of the experiences you’ve mentioned sound like depression.” 

“I’m a demon.” Beetlejuice’s grin stretched impossibly wide, showing off far too many sharp teeth to make his point. “I don’t get depressed.” 

“Just because you haven’t in the past doesn’t mean you can’t.” You crossed your arms, leaning back against the table with a thoughtful hum. “How long has it been since you spent this much time in the human realm?” 

He was silent for a long moment. “I’ve never spent this much time in the human realm. Not without being banished at least once.” 

You shrugged, letting the idea speak for itself. 

“Are ya saying that this place has infected me with depression?” 

It was hard to fight back a smile at that. For someone who had called himself an infection only a minute before, Beetlejuice sounded enraged at the idea of something else infecting him. 

“Probably not, but it might have some kind of effects that you’re not used to having. You aren’t interested in things that used to make you happy, you’re tired and irritable, and you’re having trouble concentrating. Has that ever happened before?” 

Now Beetlejuice’s silence was the one that spoke. You gave a small nod, avoiding eye contact so he wouldn’t take your point as a confrontation. “That kind of stuff can sneak up on you.” 

“Nothing’s sneakin’ up on me!” he bit out. 

You paused to gauge his mood and eventually decided to keep pushing. “I have seasonal affective disorder. I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned that to you. I don’t like the winter. Especially after Samhain. I know the darker months are better for witchcraft and there’s more time for light-sensitive workings, but I’ve always leaned more toward the warmer months. I get distracted easily during this time of year. It’s hard for me to focus, even on basic tasks. I forget to check whether I have all of my ingredients before I start brewing a potion. I sleep a lot and the world feels really empty. Just… you know, so you know.” 

The inelegant ending of that made you cringe, but you let it stand. 

“That sounds real shitty,” Beetlejuice admitted. 

“Yeah,” you agreed. “But I learned some coping mechanisms that help, and I know how to handle it if things get really bad.” 

He nodded slowly. “What, uh- What are they?” 

“There’s a few of them that work for me.” You watched Beetlejuice in the reflection of a glass pan you had left standing in the drying rack. From what you could tell, he was listening intently. “I make sure to have a routine, which helps me regulate how much sleep I’m getting. I try to eat healthy and get some exercise whenever I can. And I keep in contact with friends.” 

“Thought ya didn’t have friends?” Beetlejuice asked. Despite the directness of the question, his tone was mostly curious, so you didn’t take it personally. 

“I fell out of contact with most of them, but I reached out to some old friends I lost touch with,” you explained. “Plus, I joined a gardening group online. They were very helpful when I was trying to grow an indoor herb garden. I hit it off with one of the other group members and now we chat pretty often.”

Beetlejuice gave a wordless hum in acknowledgement. “What if ya didn’t have friends?” 

“I’d find someone to talk to, probably. Like you or some of the employees or even random people on the street. Any halfway pleasant interaction works, though it helps if you have enough history with them to talk about something deeper than weather or a late train.” 

You glanced sideways at him. “Plus, it helps to say nice things to yourself.” 

Beetlejuice snorted. “I don’t think talkin’ to yourself is a sign that you’re all there, toots.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” you countered. “Self-talk is common and even healthy. Especially when you’re saying things that you need to hear from someone. That’s helpful even if the someone is you.” 

“Whaddaya even say?” he asked. 

You shrugged. “Depends on what I think I need to hear. Usually, it’s something like…” 

You turned to face him directly, making full eye contact and putting on the soothing tone you’d used to talk yourself out of a panic attack in the past. “Hey. You’re doing fine. Actually, you’re doing great. I see how much work you’re putting in and I see how hard you’re trying. You’ve got this. Everything is going to turn out. Just keep going.” 

Beetlejuice blinked frantically, nodding too many times as he broke that eye contact to stare at the floor. “Yeah, I can… Can see how-” 

He cut himself off, swallowing harshly. 

“You know,” you said softly, “it’s fine if you need to hear those things, too. I’m sorry no one else has said them to you yet. And that it took me so long to say it. But I meant every word I said. You’re working hard and I’m proud of you. More importantly, you should be proud of yourself.” 

He was openly weeping by the time you finished your sentence, and it quickly escalated to heaving sobs. You abruptly found yourself with a crying demon wrapped around you, holding you as tightly as he could while you patted his back and murmured soothing nonsense. 

“I’ve been going contract-to-contract for weeks, and I haven’t had time to take a breath.” 

“I know.” 

“No one even says ‘thank you’! Then half the time, they pretend I tricked them into it.”

“I know, honey.” 

“And I didn’t even get to watch that video of the dancing guy in September!”

You bit your lip and nodded sympathetically. “You can watch that video now..?”

“It’s not the same!” he wailed. 

“Let’s go sit down on the couch,” you suggested. Beetlejuice nodded, following you like a lost child. 

The instant you settled onto the well-worn sofa, he flopped down with his head in your lap. The tears had slowed, but you stroked gentle fingertips through his hair. “That’s it. Everyone needs to blow off a little steam now and then. It’s a good thing. Completely natural.” 

Beetlejuice tensed, his expression shifting to one of apology. “Sorry, babes, but I’m really not interested in gettin’ down and dirty right now.” 

Your first reaction was amusement. Beetlejuice had sounded surprised by his own admission, even a little dismayed. But then you felt a little sad for him. If that was how he reacted to someone attempting to comfort him, it was really no wonder that Beetlejuice was so starved for positive relationships. 

“I’m not interested in sex right now, either,” you reassured him after a beat to collect yourself. “If this is making you feel better, that’s the entire point. There doesn’t need to be anything more to it than that.” 

He nodded, blinking slower and slower until he was lying utterly still with his eyes closed. You half-thought he had fallen asleep, but a tiny frown put furrows between his eyebrows.

“What am I gonna do?” he asked quietly. 

It was hard to tell if he was speaking to you or to himself, but when you made a soft, curious noise, he kept speaking. “I stored up some favors and freedom and magic, but we’re goin’ into the slow season. I won’t start gettin’ summoned until the solstice, then it’ll be dead again until early next year. I don’t like the cold, and I sure as hell don’t wanna sleep in it-”

You shushed him. “First, you need to get some rest. And when you’re feeling less tired, you can just stay home with me.” 

You put the slightest emphasis on ‘home’, trying to convey to him that you were okay with him thinking of your living space as his own.

“Ya mean I can stay here?” Beetlejuice’s eyes flew open to search your face. “Do ya really mean it?”  

“Of course,” you agreed easily. “I’ll need help with the potions since I’m so absentminded this time of year. Plus, you’re a good focus for when I stock up on the charms and spells for Sinful. I think we can get a lot done around your work schedule and mine.” 

“You’re really gonna put me right to work?” he complained, eyes twinkling playfully. “I guess I do owe ya a memory potion. I can start on it in a few minutes.” 

“I have a better idea,” you countered. “You take a nap and I’ll go get some dinner.” 

Beetlejuice beamed. “Can we have Thai?” 

“Sounds good to me,” you agreed, pulling your phone free from your pocket and typing out your usual Thai order with an extra pad kee mao for Beetlejuice. Once he had some sleep, you were willing to bet that his appetite came roaring back to life. 

Despite Beetlejuice’s loud complaints, you wriggled out from under him. “I need to change! I can’t go to the restaurant in these clothes – I’d freeze.” 

“Get it delivered,” he suggested, voice muffled with the way his cheek was pressed against the couch cushions. 

“Absolutely not.” You put on a jacket and hat, then headed back out to the living room for your boots. “They charge almost double for-” 

You stopped short, unable to fight back a grin at the sight of Beetlejuice sprawled - already sleeping - across your couch. By the time you put on your boots, he was snoring. You were still smiling as you locked the door behind you and felt the wards slide into place. 

It was startlingly domestic for a witch and a demon, but life could be strange that way.

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Author's Note - I was so proud of myself when I thought up this chapter. I was going to write about Beetlejuice suffering through some sub drop after a night with our witch. But then everything was stressful, and I burnt out at work, and my seasonal affective disorder kicked in, and the election was a trainwreck...

After all of that, this fic is what I ended up with. A little too much relationship development and far too little smut, but I promise to write something truly filthy for next time. Thanks for reading anyway!