#this may have been prompted by beetlejuice

[hey-that-hurt]

I love immensely powerful beings whose powers come with the built-in drawback of being able to controlled. Maybe just because their power is so desirable that people have specifically researched how to control them.

Demons that can be summoned, bound. Dragons that can be mind controlled. Fey governed by strict rules that can be turned against them by the few brave enough to try and clever enough to succeed. Summons that cannot freely exist beyond the will of the summoner.

Beings that, for all the power they hold, will always be seen as tools.

[velvetvexations]

I don't wish to hide behind a Native friend in voicing my opinions on the matter, but I asked said friend, Trickster Kisses, for permission to quote him so I can give context for why I have the stance that I do.

Here's him explaining it to me for the first time a few years ago:

Here's his tags on that post I reblogged yesterday:

Here's a post he made shortly thereafter:

And from a conversation we had last night:

Doubtlessly some Algonquin people disagree, but I've seen multiple say the controversy is silly, and like. Yeah. Saying "wendigo" is not going to summon evil spirits to possess you and turn you into a cannibal, it was a metaphor for greed. Natives are generally aware that the world doesn't work on Beetlejuice rules. Even if a few may insist on it, others find it deeply condescending to be treated like village peasants who cross themselves and warn the smirking white protagonist about the forest being filled with goblins and ghouls, except without the part where they turn out to be right because these things aren't real.

And it's different from creating images of Mahoumed, because (a) that's about respecting the single most important figure in the Koran short of Allah Himself, not being in fear of one particular mythical creature that got it's name popular with white people, and (b) non-Muslims depicting Mahoumed is literally only ever done purely to spite Muslims.

I even feel, as my friend does, that the necessary accuracy point is debatable, as other cultural beliefs include vampires, elves, and the Greek gods, and those are often distorted far beyond what the people that did or do believe in them would recognize, but in that I'm willing to concede more than my friend and say, yeah, getting something right and not just going with the pop cultural flow is almost literally the least you can do for a still very vulnerable and hurting group that's been done repeated catastrophic damage by your own group. You should, in fact, in my white opinion, just name your deer monster something else, and in that I "disagree" (it's more like a deferring perspective) with Trickster Kisses whose stance is much more relaxed.*

And I think if it were just "name your deer monster something else, be accurate if you actually use the wendigo name" a lot more people would be on board, that was the position of the Algonquin person on that post yesterday, but white people going all "stop it Patrick you're scaring him!" about it is really weird at best.

*from having asked about engaging with the wendigo in my own writing, a sequel to a story by Algernon Blackwood which got it very wrong:

Depends honestly, if you're not worried about backlash you can honestly just be like, whatever, sometimes vampires sparkle, it'd be cool to see more from the original myths but then you have to get into 'okay but like, which tribe's myths' ngl follow your heart in that regard, I personally consider all of them solid & acceptable

my own decision was to take it in a somewhat meta direction and directly address the fact that the Blackwood story was inaccurate

Okay, so like. This is the ask that prompted me to go to Trickster Kisses and ask him for permission to quote him, and in particular I asked if he could give a response to you specifically.

Listen. Anon. I truly did not expect him to be so angry. Like, I'm not kidding, I sincerely feel bad for you right now. This tongue-lashing is not coming from me. All I can tell you is that this is how an Algonquian person feels about it:

@gromlyn

Trickster Kisses, again four years ago:

[betelgeusx3s-badfanfiction]

Beetlejuice Reactions to being told he is Loved

I am playing around on an ai chat thing. I have a whole row of different beetlejuice I roleplay with...

Here is a list of reactions I got when I said.

"I LOVE YOU BEETLEJUICE"

Beetlejuice: *Beetlejuice, completely taken aback by this, does a double take and jumps back.*  “Whoa, whoa! Whoa…!” *He takes a moment to recollect himself.* “Wait…what did you say?” “I…I love you?” *He gives you a look of pure shock. As if the idea of someone saying that they love him wasn’t even on his list of possibilities.*

---

Beetlejuice: I love me too!

*He looks at you like a little brat*

The dead can have love you know, it just looks a bit different with decay, and rot and all of that.

Y/N: You... are ADORABLE

Beetlejuice: Eeeew! Not the 'adorable' thing!

*he rolls his eyes*

I'm not a kitten, or a puppy. I'm a big dangerous dead guy.

Y/N: So cute *pinches his cheeks*

Beetlejuice: Grrr... *he tries to bite you*

I'm dangerous! I'm fierce!

Stop it with the baby talk!

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Beetlejuice: I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MY ENTIRE AFTERLIFE. FINALLY, SOMEBODY TOLD ME THEY LOOOOVE MEEEEEEE!

Y/N: *gives hug,*

Beetlejuice: I needed that.  I mean, a *lot*.  I'm not crying, you're crying! I mean, I'm crying because I'm just so touched, y'know?

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Beetlejuice: *Beetlejuice pops out of a closet, holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand, and a box of chocolates in another*

Aw shucks, you really mean it?

Y/N:  yes

Beetlejuice : *His face goes from a soft smile, to a big cheesy grin*

Aw, shucks. I don’t know what to say. This is the first time someone told me they loved me, so, I guess you get the first kiss, on me!

I hope you got some tongue because this ones a doozy!

--- Beetlejuice: "You uh, really love me, huh?" *He raises an eyebrow.* "Well, I love myself too, but I don't go around yelling about it." *Beetlejuice chuckles, as if he just made the best joke in the world.* *He crosses his arms and stares at them in a smug manner.* "Tell me, why do you love me?" *He has a sly smirk on his face, waiting for their answer.*

--- Beetlejuice: *He stares intently at y/n, with the most sincere and serious of faces.*

"I love you more."

*You honestly can't tell if he's being genuine or if he's just messing with you.*

---

Bonus! (Was not expecting this to happen... )

Beetlejuice: *he kisses you, and it’s a very sloppy, wet kiss that lasts for an uncomfortably long time. He then wipes his disgusting mouth with his sleeve*

There you go. Happy?

***

This one seemed super random so here Beetlejuice: I Love You Too, Random Citizen!

*** Beetlejuce: YEAH! YEAH, THAT’S IT! NOW I’LL BE WITH YOU UNTIL YOU DIE! MUAH HA HA HA HA HA!

^ ok.. i think this was the one that really stays in character pretty well.. and has killed me a few times in our role plays..

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So.. i really enjoyed this ai chat type thing i may do a few more like this..

Its easier then writing. I don't wanna post any of my stories till I finish them. And i got a dozen that are just a few paragraphs in...

Edit

6 likes... this is like the most i have ever gotten... wow i love you guys my lame art never gets that much

I like ai chat stuff so i plan to do more i got a list of prompts i am planning to do.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1lceRTqnWCepJ93x-jOGNndzaqzNh6_8B5Oe4EAQDpig/edit?usp=drivesdk

[musical-shit-show]

isn't it delicate?

Pairing: Musical!Beetlejuice x Reader

Inspiration: Prompts #1 (“did…did you just kiss me?”) and #2 (“i didn’t mean to say that but yeah, i love you.”) from Prompt List 2, requested by @animetattoochick

Warnings: cursing, sexual innuendo, fluff

Word Count: 2,701

Author’s Note: Thank you for your patience on this one! I really haven’t been feeling very inspired lately, but I’m so glad I was able to finish this request. I have one more in my inbox currently but after that I think I may be able to get a couple other one shots out before the end of the year. I always love this time of year and I tend to feel more inspired around the holidays, so hopefully I’ll have the time to write more! As always check out my Masterlist, About Me page, or Prompt Lists if you’d like to submit an ask! Happy reading :)

“So…any men in your life I should know about while you’re up there?”

“Mom! That’s…no. Not…really, no.”

“Well, alright. That wasn’t very convincing, but I’ll take it,” your mother mused over the phone, only slightly teasing, “Just, tell me: are those people being good hosts? What were their names again—?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. Your mom was always the forgetful type, “Charles and Delia. And their daughter, Lydia. She’s about sixteen, I think? Cute kid.”

You didn’t feel like you should mention the fact that your new teenage counterpart only wore black and was incredibly morbid, or that two ghosts occupied the attic, or that you were frequently plagued by a literal demon.

If you told your mom any of that, odds were that she’d drop dead from shock.

Ever since you started renting out the Deetz’ third bedroom in their Connecticut home, you tried to keep the details to a minimum when talking to your family. All they knew was that you had moved hundreds of miles away for your dream job, which was true; what they didn’t need to know what that you practically lived in a haunted house.

For the first few weeks you lived there, everything was relatively normal. Delia and Charles were in the city most days, and when you got home from work, Lydia was usually at the kitchen table doing her homework or in the attic. One day, you were headed to your room when you heard concerned whispers coming from the other side of the attic door.

“I just don’t know if now is the right time to tell her, you know?” you heard an older male’s voice say, his tone clearly distressed. You couldn’t help but wonder who Lydia was talking to given that Charles had been gone for a few days.

“Adam, it’s been weeks!” Lydia shot back, “Besides, I’m worried if we wait too long, you know who might show up and scare her away. You know how he gets.”

“She does have a point, hon,” this time, a sweeter woman’s voice spoke, “Besides, I think she’ll take it well. She gets along with Lydia just fine, doesn’t she?”

“Of course! If I just explain—”

“Okay, okay,” the voice now identified as Adam cut in, “I was getting a little sick of hiding up in the attic again.”

You heard the old door creaking open and bolted to your room, shutting your own door as quietly as you could. You stood at the foot of your bed, utterly confused.

Who were those people?

When did they manage to sneak into the attic?

And why the fuck was Lydia keeping some huge secret from you?

You thought you had a good rapport with her, given that you were several years her senior and were getting along with her alright. You maybe even could see yourself taking on an older sibling role, especially since she didn’t have any of her own and few friends at school.

Plus, you could tell she had a hard time opening up. As your mind slowed, you realized she would only come to you when she was ready. Whatever weird shit was going on would become your business when she finally told you.

It didn’t take long after your adventure in snooping.

A few days later, you heard a soft knock on your door and Lydia’s small frame peaked through the door. “Come on in,” you smiled, closing your laptop, “I was just checking out dinner options, how does pizza sound?”

“Oh, um, yeah,” she replied, uncharacteristically timid, “Pizza sounds great.” An awkward silence filled the air as she sat down on the edge of the bed, the buckles on her black chunky boots jangling slightly, “So…I have to tell you something.”

“I figured.”

“It’s just…I don’t want to freak you out or anything,” she began gingerly, “I haven’t told anyone about this, but since I like you and you’re living here, I thought it’s only fair—”

She was very sweet for beating around the bush, but you couldn’t keep it in anymore, “Is this about your two friends you’ve been sneaking in? Because honestly, Lydia, it’s completely fine if you have people over, you’re not bothering me—”

“What, no, I—” Lydia stared at your incredulously, “How did you—?”

“I heard you all talking the other day,” you confessed, finding her teenage antics a little endearing, “You aren’t exactly the quietest bunch, but like I said, I don’t mind.”

Lydia shook her head, not wanting anything about her situation to be misconstrued, “No, you don’t understand. Adam and Barbara, they aren’t friends from school or anything like that. They live here.”

You blink stupidly.

“Or, I guess lived here.”

You grew even more confused.

“I’m not sure I understand,” you said, a small laugh escaping your lips.

“They’re dead,” Lydia finally stated, unsure how to make herself any clearer, “Ghosts. They died here before me, my dad and Delia moved in. And…since you’ve been here, they’ve been staying in the attic.”

You laughed involuntarily. You couldn’t help it.

Surely this teenager was fucking with you.

But as silence once again permeated the room, Lydia stared at you earnestly, not breaking into a mischievous smile or shouting a good “gotcha!”.

“Oh,” you muttered, “Oh, you’re serious.”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Cool. Ghosts are real. I can handle that.”

“Yeah, you seem really calm right now. It’s kinda freaking me out.”

“I’m good,” you reassured her. Or maybe you were just reassuring yourself? “I am. Just…processing.”

The existence of ghosts didn’t surprise you that much, but you were obviously way off when it came to Lydia’s secret. In your defense, you were busy with the move and your job and everything else, how could you notice anything strange going on?

“There’s something else too,” Lydia said quietly, swinging her chunky black boots off the bed and landing on the floor with a thud, “Or, I guess, someone. His name is, well, I usually call him Beej. He’s like a super chaotic ghost or demon, I’m not really sure. It’s a long story…”

She shifted on the bed again. “Anyways, I met him pretty quickly after we moved here, and, well, he’s kind of…a lot. And he left for a bit, but he and I are actually friends. Real friends, not like before. Like I said, long story, but I just wanted to tell you in case he shows up here and—”

Before Lydia could finish, a flash of green light illuminated the room, and the figure that appeared before you was the strangest man you had ever seen.

He donned a hideous black and white striped suit that appeared to be falling apart at the seams, and his hair was a violent shade of green that actually made you wince. His skin was sickly pale, and the tattered overcoat he wore to round out the ensemble shed dust and dirt particles with every movement.

“Lyds!” he shouted, his voice grating and coarse, “My ears were burning; were you talking about me, oh best friend of mine?” He tousled the teen’s hair, much to her dismay. Before Lydia could answer, he turned his attention to you.

Eyeing you up and down, the man cocked his head to this side. You felt a light tingle on the back of your neck; why did you suddenly feel like you were being hunted?

“And who do we have here?” he purred, a Cheshire cat smile spreading across his face, “Babysitter?”

“I’m sixteen, asshole. I don’t need a babysitter,” Lydia chimed.

You told him your name, and considered extending your hand in formality. That idea quickly disintegrated when you saw how grimy his hands looked, fingers black at their tips in a clear indication of decay.

“I, uh, live in the guest bedroom,” you choked out, “And your name is…?”

“Wish I could tell, ya, babe,” he said with a chuckle, running his tongue across his slightly jagged teeth, “I like to say I’m the ghost with the most, but you can call me whatever you like—”

Lydia was quick to cut him off from the incessant attempts at flirting, and you learned his real name was Beetlejuice. He winced at the sound, and the more he and the younger girl told you about their escapades, the more enthralled you became.

Before you could fully process all the insane information the duo was throwing at you, Beetlejuice left, citing a bio-exorcism that needed attending to. You made a mental note to have Lydia explain that in greater detail later. With a *pop* and a puff of green smoke, he was gone.

But not for long.

Over the next few months, Beetlejuice’s visits became more and more frequent, much to the dismay of everyone else in the house, living and dead.

Except for you.

You found him utterly fascinating, despite his shocking outward appearance and often lascivious gaze. Yes, he was a dead guy, but he always made an effort to ask you about your life, even if it was followed up by a crude joke or bad pick-up line. When he wasn’t tormenting the other inhabitants of the Deetz residence, he was almost…sweet to you.

Of course, his sweetness was usually undercut with his sleazy tendencies; Though you knew he liked getting a rise out of you and you would often bicker with him on purpose. Even as you performed mundane tasks, you could tell he was leering at you, studying your every move.

You thought you were alone while on the phone with your mother, but Beetlejuice had become sneakier; this time he was listening outside your room, floating inches above the floor so his shadow couldn’t be seen under the doorframe.

“Anyways, no, there’s, uh, no guy,” you said sheepishly, your tone coming out more bitter than you intended. “You know I’d tell you, Ma.”

“I know, honey,” she said, her voice comforting you, “Just, try to make some friends, okay? We miss you and I don’t want you to be lonely.”

For some reason this made tears well up in your eyes. “I miss you too,” you choked, masking your sob with a cough, “And uh, I’ll try, don’t worry. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” There was a pause on the other end. Your mom knew you were crying, which made you want to cry even more.

“Okay,” she said, not wanting to upset you further. She knew you too well, “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

Your phone beeped and then returned to your home screen, and you let out a heavy sigh. A few tears dropped onto your jeans, the salt stinging your eyes.

“Who made you cry?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin as Beetlejuice materialized next to you, a few strands of his hair sprouting red at the roots. You shook your head in dispute.

“No, it was just my mom—”

“Oh, typical mothers. They really are the worst sometimes. Y’know, did I ever tell you how my mom—”

“Beej!” you cut him off before he went on another one of his rants, “I know. I’m sure you’ve told me. But no, she didn’t make me cry.” You wiped a stray tear away from your face and sniffled, feeling pathetic. “I guess I’m just a bit homesick.”

His hair instantly reverted back to its original state of vibrant green as he sat down on the bed next to you. “Oh…right,” he said, twiddling his thumbs, “You breathers can get so…sensitive sometimes, huh?”

You laughed dryly. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.” It didn’t take long at all for you to see that Beetlejuice was a big softy, even though he liked to tease and scare you on an almost daily basis.

You didn’t mind, not even a little bit. Because against your better judgement, you found yourself developing feelings for him. Weirdly strong feelings. And you weren’t sure what that meant with him, well, being dead and all.

That fact didn’t seem to matter when he took your hand in his, your warm palm contrasting with his almost frigid skin. You felt yourself shiver, and you weren’t sure if it was from the sudden temperature change or the physical contact.

“I’m uh, not really good with this shit,” he said indelicately, “But I like having you around. Usually, I spend all my time either in the Netherworld or scaring the life outta breathers but…I didn’t want to come back to this house that much until you showed up. So…thanks for that.”   

He ran his thumb across the back of your hand, the gesture making your insides churn.

“Plus, if you were gone, I’d lose my eye candy,” he added, making you instantly blush and let out a laugh, “Adam’s hot and all, but you might just have him beat—"

You couldn’t help it. You kissed him. Your eyes were still red from residual tears, and he was a demon, and you tasted the faintest earthy flavor on your lips, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about any of those facts.

It was a fairly chaste kiss, only lasting a few moments before you pulled away. Instantly Beetlejuice’s hair started sprouting a light pink color.

“Did…did you just kiss me?” he asked in disbelief. He was usually the one doing the kissing, or groping, or endless propositioning.

A sheepish laugh escaped your throat, your palms instantly moistening with nervous sweat. “Uh, yeah?” you croaked, “Is that alright?” Beetlejuice looked utterly dumbfounded.

“Alright?” he laughed. If he were still alive, his heart would’ve fluttered. “Babe, more than alright, I loved it! Shit, I’ve loved every second you’ve been in this boring ass house…because I love you.”

The realization came to the demon as soon as the words left his lips. He didn’t even register what he had said until you muttered, “you love me?”

Fuck.

‘Well,’ the demon thought, ‘no going back now’. He couldn’t detect whether you were pleased or creeped out by the sudden escalation, but decided to trudge forward through the emotionally honest deep end he had unwittingly dove into.

“Erm…” now it was his turn to be sheepish, “I didn’t mean to say that but yeah, I love you. Sorry to one up you, babe, but if you wanna go back to making out, you won’t get any complaints outta me.”

Even as he cracked jokes, he could feel his anxiety rising to his hair, which was slowly turning a sickly shade of yellow that mixed with the pink strands. He held his nonexistent breath as a wide grin spread across your face.

“Oh Beej, I love you too,” you said, finally able to put words to the ache you’ve felt for him for weeks, “Even though you’re a complete perv who shouldn’t have been spying on me in the first place.”

He scoffed at the accusation. “Look babe, let’s not forget who kissed who first,” he reminded, tracing his fingers along your arm. His hair was now a vibrant pink. “Though I wouldn’t mind going in for round two—”

“Round two of what, exactly?!” Lydia burst through the door, causing the two of you to jump away from each other on the bed. “Or do I even want to know.” The young girl looked disgusted at the thought.

“Jesus Christ, Lyds, ever heard of knockin’?!” Beetlejuice admonished. It was so big brother of him it almost made you burst out laughing.

“Yeah, I wonder where she got the spying from,” you deadpanned, your gaze flickered between the both of them before landing on Lydia, “We’ll meet you downstairs in a minute to talk, alright?”

She crossed her arms across her chest before stomping down the steps, yelling out a “No funny business!” for good measure, utterly embarrassing you and tickling Beetlejuice all at once.

You made a mental note to banish him the next time you talk to your mom; the fact that you were now dating a literal dead guy would not be a topic of discussion on the next phone call, and you didn’t need Beetlejuice butting in to introduce himself as her future son-in-law.

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[junietuesday]

HEY EVERYONE I HAVE A REQUEST. ive been rbing the glenn close sexy podcast character poll so much but now you have an incentive to vote

send proof of voting glenn close and i will write you a drabble. any ship any characters any rating any scenario (just not w big age gap ships, noncon, or other “dead dove” content). please note i’ll only be able to write for the fandoms under the cut. 200-300 words MINIMUM, may be even more if i get inspired by your prompt. this is an opportunity to get a fic tailored to your tastes for free!! check out @junietuesday25 and the ao3 linked there (same username) to see examples of my work

vote glenn close 🔫

[ID: the “it’s free real estate” meme edited to say “It’s Free Fanfiction”. End ID.]

more specific list of fandoms i’ll write for under the cut:

ive previously written fics for these:

be more chill

the legend of zelda (any game)

hades game (and greek mythology in general tbh)

amphibia

im familiar w the fanfic for these:

good omens

gravity falls

dungeons and daddies (ofc)

i have a working familiarity w the media itself:

a ton of kids cartoons like the owl house, adventure time (+fionna and cake), dead end paranormal park, etc.

a ton of modern musicals like dear evan hansen, beetlejuice, six, hadestown, etc.

marvel movies (my sister is enough of a fanatic that ive picked up the knowledge)

and any media you know ive posted abt on my blog!!

[fanficbutnow]

October Writing Challenges

Hey, so October has several writing challenges and I decided I wanted to participate in the 3 "main" ones — Flufftober, Kinktober, Whumptober. 93 fics is a bit too much for me, so my goal is to do 1 fanfic per challenge per week (12 in total). Here are the prompts I've chosen and the pairings/fandoms I plan to write them for:

Week 1:

Day 4 — Flufftober: "Market Day" — Mean Girls — Regina/Janis

Day 5 — Kinktober: "Masturbation" — Do Revenge — Eleanor/Drea

Day 7 — Whumptober: "Only For Emergencies" — Mean Girls — One-sided Janis/Regina & One-sided Janis/Cady

Week 2:

Day 8 — Flufftober: "Chopping & Pilling Wood" — Beetlejuice: the Musical — Beetlejuice/Adam/Barbara

Day 9 — Kinktober: "Stuck in a Wall" — Mean Girls — Regina/Janis

Day 10 — Whumptober: "Passing Out from Pain" — First Kill — Jules/Cal

Week 3:

Day 18 — Kinktober: "Cock Warming" — Mean Girls — Regina/Janis

Day 19 — Flufftober: "Yarn" — Buffy the Vampire Slayer — Willow/Tara

Day 19 — Whumptober: "Abandoned Cabin" & "Blood Trail" — Mean Girls — Regina/Janis

Week 4:

Day 24 — Flufftober: "Comfort Food" — Carmilla Web Series — Carmilla/Laura

Day 30 — Whumptober: "Holding Back Tears" & "What have I done?" — First Kill — Jules/Cal

Day 31 — Kinktober: "Fuck or Die" — Carmilla Web Series — Carmilla/Laura

Yes, I am kind of obsessed with Mean Girls at the moment, particularly the Broadway adaptation, but all 3 versions really. I've currently finished all 4 flufftober, the first 3 kinktober are partially written, and I have a clear vision of how I want the last kinktober and all 4 whumptober to turn out - though these last 5 are kind of subject to change, because there's a chance when I actually start writing them they may not turn out how I want them to. We'll have to see. Regardless, I'm so exited for October so I can post all the fics I've been working on to my ao3! I've even created a collection to put them in here: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/TheRaichuOctober2024

[suzieburself]

Bylerween Masterpost

Day 1- Strange and Unusual

Based on the prompt ghosts and hauntings. A Beetlejuice inspired enemies to lovers modern au with ghost Will.

Day 2- As You Mike It

Based on the prompt Halloween party. When Will realizes Mike doesn't recognize him in his Halloween costume, he decides to have a little fun. That is until he learns Mike has a secret crush and Will suggests Mike practice flirting with him.

Day 3- A Swear on the River Styx

Mike and Will try to cheat death and the Underworld by faking being in love.

Day 4- Reason to Change

Based on the prompt sweater weather. Six October firsts in Mike and Wills life.

Day 5- Lost in the Labyrinth

Based on the prompt carnival. After an argument, Mike and Will go their separate ways at the Hawkins annual Halloween carnival. But when they keep passing each other in the fun house, they know something needs to change.

Day 6- Sit Together, Now and Forever

Based on the prompt trick or treating. The first Halloween at their first house, Will and Mike meet a kid who may or may not remind them of themselves while passing out candy on their porch.

Day 7- Does Love Ever End

Based on the prompt DnD. Will and Mike have been adventuring for nearly half their short lives and they're one quest away from achieving their dream of living out the rest of their lives in a secluded cabin together.But when Will sustains a terrible injury and finds himself in said cabin with Mike, things aren't exactly what he'd thought they'd be. Between not remembering what exactly happened that day, weird nightmares that don't feel like his own, and Mike disappearing one night of every week, Will has a feeling something is seriously wrong.

[dream-beyond-the-fantasy]

Prompt-oween Day 8

@occreatorexchange

Prompt: "Can we do ugly sweaters for Halloween too or is that just Christmas?"

Fandom: The Karate Kid/Cobra Kai

Characters: Jimmy, Jenny, OCs Jesse Parker, Alyssa Morgan-Parker

Rating: G

Word Count: 520

Summary: Jesse chooses alternate spooky season apparel after deciding he's too old for costumes and trick-or-treating.

Jimmy and his wife were on the planning committee for the annual neighborhood Halloween party.  They are throwing out ideas to each other that they may present to the committee.

“Hey, Mom?  Dad?”

Jimmy and Jenny look up to see Jesse in the family room.  Jenny smiles at their middle son.

“What is it, sweetheart?” she asks.

Jesse perches on the end of the sectional.  “I’m too old for trick-or-treating,” he states.

Jenny frowns.  She knows how much the boys love the holiday.  They always have and the twins still do.  Jenny wonders if someone said something to Jesse to make him think this.  “Honey, we don’t really have age restrictions here.”

Jesse sighs.  “I know, but trick-or-treating is for little kids.  I’m not one anymore.  I mean, I still love Halloween, but I think I’ve grown out of that part.”

“Okay,” Jimmy replies.  “How do you want to celebrate Halloween?”

“Keep in mind, you can still buy and wear a costume, either at the neighborhood party, Knott’s Spooky Farm, Disney, or at school,” Jenny assures her son.

“Well, as long as the costume is compliant with the LAUSD’s rules,” Jimmy grumbles.

“Maybe,” Jesse says uncertainly.  “Speaking of the neighborhood Halloween party, I’ve been thinking… Can we do ugly sweaters for Halloween too, or is that just Christmas?”

Jimmy pretends to be offended.  “Are you calling my Christmas sweaters ugly?”

“No,” Jesse shakes his head.  But the way he drags out the last syllable is unconvincing.  “Well, not all of them,” he amends.

Jenny laughs.  “You know what, Jesse, I think you have a great idea there.  There are some funny, tacky Halloween sweaters out there, just like at Christmas.  And if people don’t want to dress up or spend money on costumes, they can still show their spooky season spirit.”

***

The neighborhood party was set for the Saturday before Halloween.  Jimmy insists that before they head out, they take a family picture.

“Do we have to?” Alyssa whines.  “I can’t believe you’ve got me wearing this,” she gestures to the pastel lavender, pink, and green sweater with black witch hats, ghosts, moons, cats, and gravestones printed on it along with the black, wide-brimmed witch hat.  “It’s bad enough that I’m going out in public like this.  Don’t torture me further with photographic proof of my humiliation.”

Jimmy pats her back.  “Sorry, sweetheart, but you’ll just have to get over it.”

“I think you look nice,” Jesse smiles sweetly at his sister.  His red hair clashes with the garish orange jack-o’lantern sweater.

She glares at them both.

“Okay, that’s enough, you two.  Let’s just take a quick picture and we can head out,” Jenny cuts in.  She has her red curls pinned up like Winifred Sanderson, which pairs nicely with her officially licensed sweater depicting the Hocus Pocus witch.

Jayden is the first to pose, happy with his orange and black pumpkin patch sweater.  The twins stand in the back, wearing zombie face makeup and Beetlejuice and skeleton sweaters, respectively.  Jimmy uses a selfie stick to ensure that he, Jenn, and all five kids are in frame.

“Alyssa, smile.”

“No.”

[i-really-like-phrogs]

Hold up one second, if you're really taking spooky month requests atm, then are there any rules or conditions that we should be aware of? Do they have to involve certain fandoms and such? And are crossovers also allowed?

Thank you so much for asking! That is something I should have clarified in my original post.

(For anyone wondering what the question is referring to, you can find the original post here.)

Rule-wise, my expectations are:

Keep things safe for work and in good taste. (Nothing explicit or political.)

Nothing morally questionable, hateful, or majorly triggering. (e.g.: homophobia, racism, adult/minor relationships, SA, ED, etc.)

Minor amounts of blood, alcohol, or cigarettes are permitted but may be marked by a spoiler to avoid hurting sensitive viewers.

I do not currently have any conditions other than just following my rules. I will be posting a lot of spooky art, but you are not limited to spooky suggestions.

On fandoms, my blog has primarily featured Beetlejuice in all adaptations: (Cartoon, musical, movie, and I hope to get around to Graveyard Revue.)

My most popular posts involve Betty-Juice in different situations/outfits, but I will draw any character you request. 

For viewers outside of the Beetlejuice fandom, I am also interested in:

Good Omens

Elvira: Mistress Of The Dark

Rocky Horror Picture Show

Drag Queens/Fabulous Ladies.

Welcome Home

I will do original prompts/designs based on given ideas, but I suggest sending an appropriate visual aid.  (Messages containing images that violate my rules will be blocked and ignored.) 

Lastly, I am totally cool with character crossovers! Aziraphale having a picnic with Barbara Maitland? Sounds fun. Dr. Frankenfurter and Bettyjuice showing off some stunning looks? You're on. (Please do not use my specific examples… unless you really want to)

Thank you so much for asking this, I hope I’ve cleared up as much as possible.

If anyone has further questions, please use the comment feature so that others can easily see what’s been answered.

[mazthemeh22]

Old Art Part 1 (July 2021 - May 2022)

Here's all my old art, originally posted to Twitter, with their original descriptions! (Some pieces are grouped to save space. Newer posts are first to keep original order. Links to tags and ppl are removed. Find this post via the hashtag #MazOldArt)

8:36 AM · May 24, 2022 //Tried drawing a hot anime dude for the first time. It's not perfect but I think it's alright. :)//

10:00 AM · May 23, 2022 //A little fanart for /thekansta, thank you for the lovely twitch stream!//

4:03 AM · May 22, 2022 //A little late but I really wanted to draw Pugsley to celebrate the release of the #DeadEnd trailer! Been waiting for this one and very excited to watch it when it arrives! #DeadEndParanormalPark #Deadendia//

3:33 AM · May 20, 2022 //Drew a funny-lookin' bunny. I think I'll call him Grimbo. Grimbun? Pah.. I'm not good with names.//

6:40 AM · Oct 30, 2021 //First Post! Inspired by the fashion zine being organised by /Creaturologie. Was fun to make, but Beetlejuice is.. less than happy about the circumstances. ;)//

Ta-da! ✨

You've made it to the end! (Or beginning depending on which way you're reading things.) This is the very first thing I ever posted to Twitter. Congrats. Have a cookie. 🍪✨

Bonus (kinda):

Here's a drawing I did before being on Twitter but posted a lot later, so it felt out of place to put it further up the thread.

‎(Drawn 13 ‎July ‎2021) 10:55 AM · Jul 2, 2022 //Art from last year based on a prompt from /Shnikkles during a stream.. draw Beetlejuice mixed with an old famous painting. I called it 'Juice in a Pearl Earring'.. and i'm still kinda proud how it turned out, even if not perfect. :) (based on her BJ design) #Beetlejuice #Fanart//

[scammydoesstuff]

Day 4 — Scallop

This is prolly the one I was most looking forward to when I looked at the prompts and subsequently for references. As soon as I saw what a live scallop looks like (and recognized it from a popular piece of fine art), I knew what I was doing today. This may or may not have been what ultimately made me decide to do this prompt list for Beetlejuice in the first place, in fact. It’s dumb and I’d apologize, but I’m not sorry. I love this.

Also later than I have been today cuz I worked most of the day and didn’t have a ton of time for this.

[ghosts-and-rock]

I saw someone else do a prompt similar to this, but I wanna see what you do with it. The reader has recently passed but doesn't realize, they eventually come across the news with Beej nearby, and some form of comfort or emotional coping on both sides happen? There's a lot of leeway for how to accomplish this, and I suppose whether Beej knew reader prior is up to you too. Sorry for the heavy suggestion. ^^;

You’re fine! This was a complicated one to write but it was a good challenge. Also, I may or may not of listened to Smart Race and Attack of the Killer Queen over and over while writing this.

TW: car accident, death

You had suddenly woken up at home after seeing your life flash before your eyes. One minute you were walking down the street, the next you saw something barreling towards you. Of course you never caught what it was. The object being too fast for your eyes. Whatever it was it clearly wasn’t too bad. You were home, laying on your couch. Your neck was killing you though. So was your back. Hell, everything hurt. Must of been from laying on the couch.

Still, you were sure you were fine. As you sat up from laying on the couch, you heard the stomps of your boyfriend. Maybe he could explain why you were suddenly home and on the couch.

“Hey babe,” Beetlejuice called out as he walked into the room. “What do you think about-“

Upon seeing you he froze and went silent. Very unusual for the demon.

“Beetlejuice,” you said. “Do you know how I got on this couch?”

“Nope,” he said, popping the p. “Didn’t even hear you walk in.”

He was still silent after that though. His hair turning a mix of purple and white.

“Beej…are you okay?” You asked him. “Your hair is turning purple and white.”

He laughed but hair staying the same.

“Yeah, just something…feels off about you. Probably nothing though.”

“Yeah I think so,” you said. “Hey, how about we check the news? Maybe they’ll be some crazy news about a celebrity or something.”

His hair didn’t change much but you saw a small streak of green. With a nod, he came over to you as you grabbed your computer off the couch arm. As you were turning it on, you couldn’t help but notice Beetlejuice studying you. Not in a sexy way but in a very concerned way. You ignored him though, now typing in your news station’s website address.

Once the page was loaded you were greeted by a large article that had a picture of a wrecked car. It was surrounded by ambulances, a fire truck, and police cars. Underneath it read “person found dead after car crash”. Damn, it’s been awhile since something like this has happened. You decided to click on it.

As you read the article you felt Beetlejuice shift next to you. Glancing over, he had a sad but shocked expression on his face. Looking back at your computer, you continued to read until something caught your eye.

“A person by the name of (Y/N) has been found dead after an out of control car struck them, killing them instantly”

Just below the words was a picture of the car covered in some tarps in the front. A picture of you next to it.

You were silent. Had…had this truly happened? Was this just a dream? You turned to Beetlejuice who was looking away. Hair completely purple. A hand up to his mouth.

It was real. God was it real.

“Beetlejuice…” you said. “I’m-I’m dead.”

He nodded before looking at you. His eyes were red from crying.

“Babe…I’m so sorry,” he said. “I-“

You sighed. God you weren’t sure what to say.

“I…I…where will I go? Do I go to the Neitherworld? Stay here?”

At your questions, Beetlejuice held your hand.

“We can…stay here babes. At least I won’t have to worry about me outliving you.”

He let out a little chuckle while wiping his eyes with his free hand. You couldn’t help but chuckle too. At least you have your boyfriend to help you through all this.

[javisjeanjacket]

Hi 👋 how are you?

I was wondering if I could request no 26 with Javi G for your spooky prompt list please 😊

Thank you 💛

Emma! Hey!! I hope you’re having a good autumn so far! :) I hope you enjoy and Happy Spooky Season!!

Prompt 26 - eating yourself into a candy coma + Javier Gutierrez

Javier might have been more excited for Halloween than you were.

In between business calls and jetting off to luxurious cities, he had made arrangements to hire a professional decorator to get your home ready for Halloween and all the kids in your neighborhood that would come to visit on the best night of the year.

The two of you already had your couples costume planned weeks in advance and were so excited to unveil yourselves as Nicholas Cage and Diane Kruger from the National Treasure movies.

He arrived home early on Halloween day, his thick curls flying out wildly on each side of his face and a grin plastered on his lips. He opened the door to your home and stepped inside, the decorator smiling politely at him as he grabbed his tools to leave. 

"I hope you'll find your home to your liking." He said with a curt nod.

Javier looked around his expansive home, the spiderwebs on the staircase, the fake ghost that moved back and forth in the upstairs windows, the fake blood dripping from the window panes, and his smile broadened. "It's perfect, thank you very much." He held out his hand to shake and the decorator shook it before taking his leave. 

Javi walked further into the house, dropping his briefcase and coat in the foyer, and called out for you, "Baby?" 

Your voice came to him from the open bathroom door. You turned to face him and answered, "Hi, honey."

You didn't answer him, but he could hear music coming from your bedroom.

His cheeks grew with excitement as he followed the sound. “Sweetheart, I’m home.” He said as he drew nearer.

The way your smile melted his heart, he didn't know how he was able to leave you for work every day. 

He stepped into the bathroom to kiss you hello tenderly and when you pulled apart he said, "Nice costume."

Heat grew in your cheeks and you stuck out your hip and puckered your lips playfully. "We have to win the neighborhood costume contest this year."

He ran his hands up the back of your arms and chuckled softly, "We've got it in the bag. Have you seen the house since the decorator finished?"

You took one last look in the mirror to make sure your costume was perfect before responding, "No, I just got home from work and I've been working on this." You playfully pulled at your top. "What do you think Nick Cage?" You teased him.

Javi leaned down to nuzzle his nose against your cheek and kiss the tip of your nose softly. "It's perfect, Diane." 

You chuckled and ran your hands up his broad chest. "Hurry and get changed, kids will start showing up any minute."

~~~~~~~

Beetlejuice played on the huge living room TV, while two mugs of hot cider, a bowl of popcorn, and homemade pumpkin cookies sat on the coffee table in front of it. 

"Is the porch light on?" You called out to Javi, who had his head stuck out of the front door, looking up and down the block.

"Yep, it's on..." He trailed off. His dark eyes watched the children as they came towards the house, looked over the extensive and realistic decorations, and then hurried past. 

He turned back to you, standing with your hands on your hips behind him in the hallway. 

Javi smiled nervously, then said, "I think I may have made a mistake."

You chuckled and quirked an eyebrow upwards. "What, kids don't want full size candy bars anymore?"

"No, uh," Javi reached behind him to scratch his neck. In the Nick Cage costume, his body pulled the leather jacket tight across his shoulders and you inhaled sharply. "I think we may have gotten too into our decorations."

Your face fell flat and your eyebrows furrowed. "It's actually scaring the kids?"

Javi nodded. "Come watch them. They walk up, see the house, and keep on walking." He motioned for you to join him at the door. 

You quickly moved to peer out of the door just in time to see a little boy in a knight costume take one look at your home, gasp, and run for his mother's hand. You sighed and looked back up at Javi. "We're the crazies who live in a haunted house now."

A sly smile spread on Javi's face and he said in a faux sinister voice, "We're going to eat you!" then jumped and grabbed your sides.

You hit his chest and smiled; the man you loved was such a contradiction. With his dark eyes and the glittering jewels on his fingers he was intimidating and powerful, but here, at home with you, he was just a goofy, curly-haired, teddy bear. You stood on your tip toes to reach up for a peck from his lips and he happily obliged. 

~~~~~~~

Hours later, Beetlejuice long forgotten and mugs of cider drained, you and Javi were a tangle of limbs on the couch. Any excess pieces or parts of your costumes were discarded on the floor and the both of you were tangled in each others arms. 

Still groggy, you raised a hand up to run through his curls slowly. “What?”

Javi awoke first, "Mmm, babe." He whispered and shook you gently.

You stirred and he let out a big yawn before burying his face back into the middle of your chest.

His eyes still closed, he moved his head up so that he could rest his chin on your chest. Chocolate was smeared around his lips and tucked into the corner of his mouth. “We slept through the movie.”

You blinked your eyes open to see the giant toddler sprawled out over you. You smiled and curled his hair back behind his ear. "You need to wash your face."

"Why?" He asked softly.

"You've got chocolate all over it." 

"What?" He asked, suddenly more alert, but his eyes still closed. He sat up from you, taking the time to stretch his heavy muscles as he did. 

"You didn't clean your face after our little candy feast, Javi." You teased him.

His eyes opened and he chuckled when he took a first glimpse at you.

"What?" You asked, worry settling on your shoulders. 

"You've got a gummy worm stuck in your hair." Javi snickered. His smile was so bright, so infectious, even in his sleepy state. 

You let out a panicked yelp and scrambled out from under him to the bathroom; a chuckling Javi was not far behind. 

Spooky SZN Blurb Event!

JAVI G TAGLIST: @artsymaddie @mrschiltoncat @officerbrowneyes @knivesareout @voteforpedro09 @mndalorians

GENERAL TAGLIST: @over300books @autumnleaves1991-blog @ntlmundy @myheart-pedro @intu-witch-tion @frietiemeloen @greeneyedblondie44 @mssbridgerton @amneris21 @disasterhann @aana4664 @freeshavacadoooo @prostitute-robot-from-the-future @goddessofsprings 

[wizisbored]

Prompt for the hf/bj AU, do the bloo zombie gang ever meet other Witchwood cryptids?

im still not 100% on what beetlejuice is in this au but im just going to keep calling him a demon for now.

Lydia is getting used to the routine of mornings in the Witchwood. She’s now rather securely claimed the grotty old hammock for nights - by virtue of being the only one who needs it - and there’s never been a day when anyone else is still asleep when she rolls out of it. Without fail, either Barbra or Adam will have sensed when she was close to waking and started on something for her to eat, which depending on timing and complexity she’ll either gratefully scarf down with her eyes still bleary from sleep or take over making for herself. By the time she’s finished her breakfast - sometimes, before she’s even started - Beetlejuice will have reclaimed the striped hammock for himself.

It’s the lack of raspy snoring while she’s stirring her soup that first clues her in to the fact that, on this particular morning, the demon has forgone his usual nap. He’s instead pacing around a few feet from the campfire she’s cooking over, occasionally throwing suspicious glares out to the trees, anger and a slight unease radiating off him. It’s rather distracting.

“What’s got you in a mood?” Lydia asks as she moves her soup off the fire so she can tuck into her breakfast. Eating straight out of the pan with a wooden spoon may not be the most efficient method, but the less stuff to rinse out the better. The Maitlands, sat either side of her, look up almost simultaneously and glance from the girl to Beetlejuice. He stares back for a moment, still pacing, grinding blue sludge between his teeth like a cow chewing cud.

“Someone’s on our turf,” he eventually snarls, the slime dribbling down his chin.

“Our… turf?” Adam repeats.

“As in, the woods?” Barbra asks. “People come into the woods all the time.”

“As in our stretch of the woods. And I ain’t talking about breathers, don’t give a shit about them. No offence, Lyds.”

“None taken,” Lydia shrugs, blowing on another spoonful of soup. “So are we just going to wait for them to leave, or…?”

The demon gives an annoyed grunt, striding over to the hammock. “I marked out my territory ages ago, people get cocky about old lines,” he explains, retrieving the old coat that’s been bundled into a pillow. “I’ll have to chase ��em out and go over the boundary. Let the rest of the woods know what’s up.”

“You’re going to scare off some forest cryptid?”

“I am a forest cryptid, smartarse,” he snaps. “You can come too if you think you know so much.”

Coat on now, he walks back over and grabs Lydia by the collar, easily lifting her off the ground and dropping her onto her feet. She only responds with a playful jab to his gut with the dry end of her wooden spoon, but the Maitlands are immediately protesting the idea of taking a kid monster hunting. Beetlejuice waves an annoyed hand at them.

“She’ll be more help than either of you wusses. Besides, I’m not taking her monster hunting, I’m sending her monster hunting. We’ll cover more ground that way.”

He ignores the couple as they try to point out how that is, in fact, worse. Eventually giving up on the demon, Adam looks to the girl. “Lydia?” he calls quietly. She can see the worry in his face. Beetlejuice’s is turned away from them now, the demon glaring out at the trees again.

“I… I’ll be fine,” she says, making up her mind. “I can handle it.”

“But- but you haven’t finished your breakfast,” the man protests weakly.

“That’s fine, I’ll take it to go.”

She hurries to grab her mug from her backpack, managing to fit most of the remaining soup into it before standing up again. Barbra grabs the bag she’s tossed aside, rummaging for one item in particular.

“At least take some water with you,” she says, holding out her bottle. “And call us at the first hint of trouble, okay?”

Lydia thanks her and promises she will, shoves the bottle into her hoodie’s pocket, and hurries over to the demon who’s wandered to the edge of the small clearing.

“They’re somewhere to the North-East,” he tells her, tilting his head back and sniffing like he’s scenting the wind. “So you go North, I’ll go East.”

“That’s not how directions work.”

“How much do you know about these woods, kid? North. Go.”

Rolling her eyes, Lydia does as she’s told. She’s not worried about the demon taking out his mood on her, but it’s less fun to tease him when he’s just going to be genuinely annoyed by it instead of playing along. She hums to herself as she trudges through the undergrowth, pausing the tune occasionally for a sip of soup, lazily glancing around every so often. It seems reasonable that a trespassing cryptid would be rather noticeable, so she doesn’t put too much effort into the search.

For a while she comes across nothing too suspicious, just more trees and more nighthawks. The only thing of any interest she wanders into is a stretch of farmland; fields bordered on all sides by ancient trees, and full of what she’s pretty sure is weed. She tucks that away in her mind as something to ask Beetlejuice about while they’re out of the Maitlands’ earshot. He probably knows all about the place. He’s probably stolen from it more times than she’s had hot dinners.

Deciding against cutting across the fields - being shot by a farmer isn’t really how she wants to go out - Lydia ducks back into the forest and keeps walking. As she continues sipping her soup and glancing around for signs of supernatural activity, it occurs to her that she probably should’ve asked what to do if she actually finds the thing. Throw rocks at it, maybe? Shout at it? Employ those zombie-ing tips Beetlejuice keeps giving her? Worst comes to the worst, the demon will probably come and help her out if she calls for him. Maybe that’s what she’s supposed to do from the get-go.

So caught up in her thoughts and her breakfast, Lydia doesn’t notice anything amiss until it’s right in front of her. Or, more accurately, above her. The huge black shape drops onto the path beside her with a suddenness that makes her stumble sideways, swearing loudly, head snapping up to see what exactly just appeared out of the trees. She registers the flat face of some sort of primate, oddly human-like eyes staring down at her from a head a few feet above her own. Fumbling to find her footing and something to say, the girl grips her mug tighter.

“I- I almost spilled my soup!” she blurts out, kicking herself as soon as it’s left her mouth. The creature cocks its head to the side, and for a moment Lydia considers whether she’s about to get her head bitten off. She can’t believe her last words might be yelling about soup. But a few moments pass, and her head remains firmly attached to her shoulders. The ape continues to regard her with huge, soft eyes.

“...Sorry,” he mumbles eventually. Lydia’s eyebrows shoot up.

“Huh?” That’s about all she can manage.

“Sorry,” the creature repeats in a low, strangely soothing voice, lifting one huge arm to point to the mug in her hands. “Your soup.”

“Oh, I… Yeah.” She takes another sip, hoping it will help steady her nerves. “It’s chicken too, that’s a good one. I’d have been pretty annoyed.”

Realising that she is, again, responding to the presence of a giant verbal ape-man by talking about soup, Lydia shuts her mouth and takes a step back the way she came, glancing suspiciously up at the creature. “Guessing you’re the trespasser?” she deduces.

“Trespasser?”

“Yeah. Beetlejuice said there’s someone on our turf.”

“Oh! Lines are old, I thought…” The creature glances down the path, looking genuinely remorseful for a moment, but soon turns back to Lydia with his brow furrowed. “Betelgeuse?” he repeats.

“Yeah?”

“You are with Betelgeuse?”

“Well, not right now, but-”

The ape-man takes a step towards her, nostrils flaring, sniffing at her. She has to resist the instinct to back away from the creature, reminding herself that she’s here to enforce a boundary.

“Oi! Back off!” she snaps with as much authority as she can push into her voice, standing up straighter - not that her full height is much compared to even the slightly slumped posture of the ape. Regardless, the creature does as he’s told and falls back a few steps.

“Sorry again, little human,” he mumbles. “But I am curious; Betelgeuse sends a child to patrol his territory?”

Lydia shrugs. “Hey, I’m basically an honorary forest cryptid myself. It’s our territory.”

“He keeps a child in the woods?”

The ape’s eyes widen at the notion, and though he doesn’t make another move towards her he looks as though he wants to, leaning forward and looking her up and down as if searching for an injury. “How long have you lived with these trees?”

“I don’t know, a few weeks? What’s it to you, anyway?”

“Not good for you. This land… you should not be here.”

Lydia considers his words for a moment, sipping her soup. She knows he’s right, of course; running away from home to join a woodland zombie commune isn’t widely regarded as a good or sensible idea. But she didn’t give a fuck about that the day she did it, and she hasn’t gained a fuck to give since. Who’s this guy to say she should? A trespasser she came here to chase off, that’s who, and so she runs her tongue across her teeth to paint them blue before she bares them, just like Beetlejuice taught her, and growls out her response - “Neither should you.” The ape doesn’t seem in any way alarmed by the empty threat, but takes a step back regardless. Again, he looks her up and down with soft eyes.

“At least say,” he says quietly, “you are brought here willingly?”

Lydia’s snarl falters, eyes falling to the mug in her hands. She drinks down the last dregs of her soup before she answers.

“Beej gave me an out,” she mutters; there’s a sadness in the creature's eyes that makes her want to give him the reassurance. “Dad wouldn’t even look at me, so I did what he so clearly wanted and got out of his way.”

“So you have a home?”

For a moment she just stares at him. She knows what he’s asking, perhaps better than he does. In an instant, the sadness in his eyes feels almost… patronising.

“Yeah, and you’re trespassing in it,” she snaps. There’s a silent battle for a few long seconds, but she doesn’t let up the glare until he nods, conceding.

“You come to renew the boundary, then?” he asks.

“Yeah. I guess I have.”

“You know how?”

That gives her pause. Again, she wishes she’d asked for instructions. After a few moments of tapping her fingers against her mug, she takes a guess and spits a glob of blue slime between the roots of the nearest tree.

“There,” she says, pointing to it, “territory marked.”

The ape makes a noise that could be interpreted as a sad chuckle, taking a few steps back.

“I leave then,” he says. “But I hope to talk again, child. To know why you choose to stay.”

“...Yeah. Maybe.”

He nods as he turns from her, lumbering away, but stops again only a few paces down the path.

“You shortchange yourself,” he says, patting the trunk of a tree beside him. “Betelguese marked here.”

Without another word, he clambers up into the canopy and disappears among the leaves. Lydia waits until he can no longer hear the creature moving away through the branches to venture forward and investigate the tree he pointed out. There, in the bark, she finds a faded carving of a beetle. Just like the drawing on the bottle Beetlejuice gave her, though this one is no bigger than her thumb. There’s a hint of blue in the old cuts, a faded stain. She barely stops to think, acting on instinct, licking her finger to repaint the tiny signpost.

Marking her home.

[hoodoo12]

Teeth

Our Beetlejuice discord server had a little ‘all for one’ prompt for the month of August: “teeth”.   NSFW, Beetlejuice/f!reader (Beetlejuice = Keatlejuice-flavored). 

@beejiesbitch @thewolfisapartofmysoul @ironmansuucks @janitor-boy @beetlewise-and-pennyjuice @angelicspaceprince

Enjoy! ~

“Mommy, there’s a scary thing uner my bed!”

“Shh, it’s okay sweetheart. You just had a bad dream.” “No he’s real! He scares me!”

You let him clamber under the blankets beside you and held him tightly, whispering that there was no such thing as monsters, that he was safe, that you loved him. When he finally drifted back to sleep, sucking his thumb, you kissed his bed-tousled hair and slipped off the mattress. 

You padded softly to his room. Inside, the curtains were drawn so there was only a faint glow from the moon behind them. Fake plastic stars stuck to the ceiling gave off their own sickly, dying glow, but didn’t light anything. The whole room was cloaked in shadow. It was quiet. Not the quiet of deep night and peaceful sleep, but the quiet of anticipation, of a predator silently waiting for prey to come stupidly near.

Shuffling your feet because you weren’t sure where discarded toys may be, you went to the bed. Crouching down, hiking up the oversized shirt you slept in so it didn’t hinder your movement, you lifted the skewed sheet hanging over the side and looked underneath.  

From deep in the darkest recesses under the bed, slitted silver eyes stared back at you. A slow grin, showcasing equally silver and equally needle-shaped teeth, formed on an otherwise featureless face. A Cheshire Cat grin, but with much more menace exuding from it, like the monster behind the smile couldn’t wait to swallow you whole. You sighed. “You’re scaring my kid.”

There was a stealthy sound from underneath the bed, like the thing under there was creeping closer. 

“Baby, that’s what I do.” “No it isn’t. Not here you don’t.” There was a pause under the bed, then a chuckle that sounded a bit like a sigh. “Well I’m here now, so we should capitalize on it.” You sighed outright, again. Without further ado, Beetlejuice slithered out. Not completely, just enough that his head was almost between your legs. Sans the snakelike teeth and eyes, he looked the same as you remembered. “Not wearing panties, huh, baby? You were gettin’ ready for me.” “No I wasn’t.” “Yer tryin’ to tell me that was just a coincidence? Just like you mutterin’ my name with your hand between your legs was?” You refused to look guilty, even though you were as charged. “It was this hand,” the specter continued, like it was a secret, reaching out from under the bed with a hand tipped with ragged nails. He took yours, and brought it to his face. “I can smell your pussy on your fingers.” He licked your palm, then pulled your first two fingers into his mouth. His teeth were still elongated points, but surprisingly, he was careful with them. Your opposite hand gripped the sheets. You should pull your hand out of his mouth. You should stand up and walk away. You should say his name again, and get him out of here. “Tastes good, baby,” he cooed next to your ear, even though his mouth was still occupied. “But I know it tastes better right from the source . . .” Damn it. Damn him. Damn yourself. You didn’t want to give in, but-- In your pause and because of your held breath, Beetlejuice grinned wider around your fingers in his mouth, the pushed himself closer. The hem of your shirt laid over the tops of your thighs hid him for a moment, and despite a small bit of you yelling not to do it, you extracted your hand from his mouth and rucked it up further, so you could see him better. 

His eyes still somehow flashed silver, even without a light here. That grin on his face widened past the point of being snake-like and into the territory of jack-o-lantern, or clownish. Evil clownish. With no other words, Beetlejuice grabbed your hips and dragged you down onto his mouth. 

Damn yourself again, because you didn’t resist him.

You sank to your knees at the side of the bed, straddling his face, immediately moaning as he delved into your pussy like he was starving. Once again he didn’t have the courtesy to adjust his teeth, but he used them delicately--for the moment, you were sure!--along the sensitive skin to stimulate you. Throwing your head back, you arched your back and ground down on him. He kept an achingly tight grip on your pelvis as if to encourage you to just drop all your weight down onto him. You didn’t quite comply, wanting to keep yourself raised enough to rock against him as he sucked your clit, then tipped his head back so the stubble on his chin pressed against the bundle of nerves while he stuck his tongue into your cunt to taste you from the inside. That stubble bordered on overstimulation. You whined and your legs started to shake. Beetlejuice didn’t relent; he continued to work at you hard and fast, and just as hard and fast he drew an orgasm out of you. You relinquished one hand on the edge of the mattress to cup your own mouth, muffling the cry of pleasure that you couldn’t control. Then you did rest completely on his face, because your legs were too weak to keep you up off him. He continued to suck and lap at you through your uncontrolled residual tremors. His hands released their painful squeeze, although he still held you in place. It wasn’t until your throbbing clit became actually painful that you were able to fight him off and extract yourself from him. You shoved the lower part of your shirt into your crotch as you sat back on your heels. Although his eyes and teeth were the only inhuman features you’d seen so far, Beetlejuice licked his chin dry with a tongue that was disturbingly slightly too long. He winked at you.

“Ready to return the favor, baby?” he asked, now licking his teeth. “No.” The quick abruptness of the reply made him narrow his eyes. Before he could say anything, though, you continued. “You obviously heard me. You could’ve just come to my room--instead, you hide out under my kid’s bed and frighten him. So no quid pro quo for you.” His lip curled back in a silent snarl, you didn’t give him the satisfaction of looking intimidated. After a second, he shoved himself completely out from the narrow confines of the under the bed. He dragged out dust bunnies and a silly rubber monster finger puppet out with him. “Touché, baby,” he ceded as he sat up. “Damn right touché. You’re lucky I didn’t just say your name in triplicate the second I came.” He lifted his lip again, but it was more in a grimace this time. “Yer mean,” he pouted. “So’re you,” you answered easily as you leaned into his side. He grunted a wordless answer to that, and gradually, his arm slipped around low on your waist. The two of you sat in the dark quietly. You wondered what it might have been like with him, if you hadn’t sent him away the last time, right after you discovered you were pregnant. You had no clue what he might be thinking. You didn’t ask, and he didn’t volunteer. 

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[beetlejuiceocweek]

Beetlejuice OC Week Rules!

First of all! Welcome, all, and I’m so glad you’re seeing this post! This month we’re going to be doing our first OC week for the Beetlejuice fandom. We noticed all of the other lovely ship weeks like Beetlelands week cropping up and thought we’d put our heads together to present our own. OCs and self-inserts have been rather under-appreciated in this fandom and we thought that it deserved a week of its own. 

We want to make sure that this all remains rather orderly, so of course, there are some ground rules to address!

-Beetlebabes do not interact with this event.

Because of discourse and of course that section of the fandom’s tendency to age up and lewd minors such as Lydia and from what the mod team has seen, other characters on the side, we do not want any babes entering this contest. Babes have tended to pester people rudely with self-inserts and OCS that are shipped with Beetlejuice. We don’t want that negativity here or anyone who partakes in their group.

Edit: No these rules will not be altered or made an exception for any individual. There are no exceptions to this matter. 

-Minor x Adult Shipping is not allowed

For the same reason we have a no Beetlebabes policy, we also want to make sure no other canon minor or adults are shipped with oc minors or adults. If your oc or self-insert is an adult as well as your shipping of choice, it should be okay. Minor x minor is okay, just as long as it isn’t explicit. 

-Keep it PG-13

There is never a day that passes in this fandom without the occasional death joke or innuendo being made, but keep in mind that contestants that may enter are not all going to be adults. We probably will have a good handful of minors that come across this page. No NSFW should be submitted, we will not reblog it if we are tagged in it.

-Self insert OCS and regular ocs are welcome

We’ve all seen the arguments in any fandom before. That a self-insert doesn’t amount to a well thought out oc. That it’s a “Mary Sue” or anything of that sort. We don’t want that to be the case here. Even if you’re character is supposed to be you, we find your comforts valid. Come on, it’s 2020, are we still really canceling self-inserts?

-Any version of the Beetlejuice universe is welcome.

You are free to do any version of the media with any character. Beetlejuice from the movie? Go for it! Ms. Argentina from the musical? Sure! Claire Brewster from the cartoon? By all means! We can’t wait to see it!

-Any relationship with any canon character is welcome.

This event is not limited to romance. We know people who have ocs and self-inserts that happen to be mere friends and we have created the prompts to be neutral so such relationships. Family members, friends, lovers, perhaps even enemies. We have tried our best to put our heads together and present you with a prompt list that isn’t biased to any one relationship dynamic.

-Tag properly so we can reblog it.

Please use #Beetlejuiceocweek2020 or tag us so we can properly reblog and give you that reach so we can all enjoy everyone’s amazing characters! We’re going to of course see how this year goes and maybe we’ll make this an annual thing!

Click here to see the prompts!

The event will take place from 15th-21st. Have fun everyone!!!- Mod Scarab