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OOC. new beetlejuice monster high skullector 2 pack but in wedding outfits.... its SO over for my bank acct

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isabella esler as lydia deetz!

not my photos. please like if you use!

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“we all have secrets, don’t we?” / @ofupland

CUE A SHRUG of her shoulders, a sigh escaping the girl now. “ some secrets are harder to keep than others, though. don't you think? sometimes you have something you've been holding inside for so long that you just want to scream it from the rooftops just to get it out. ”

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❝ being your friend should come with a warning label. ❞ / @popularmxnster

SOFT IS THE smile that forms at his words, a giggle escaping her now. “ why's that, huh? is it because of all the ghosts that seem to linger around me? feeling a little creeped out? ” it's light teasing, really. “ they're completely harmless. ”

a beat. “ mostly. ”

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FREEZER BRIDE

YOUR SWEET DIVINE

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A QUICK NOD is given in response. “ yes, makeup. ” her attention leaves the specter as she begins rummaging through her makeshift makeup bag for a lipstick. something that will match the outfit she has planned for the evening. she stuck between a proper red or a nice purple, electing to grab both & set them aside for the time being. “ do you have a problem with that? ” it's like she's baiting him to say something, an unspoken dare to comment on her decision to wear some. “ i do want to see it together, & we will, i promise. just not tonight. ” she's stepping away from the vanity for a moment, returning to rummaging through her dresser drawers for something to wear. a dress is chosen & tossed atop the dressing screen, ready to be changed into when she finished picking accessories.

“ betelgeuse, you're being ridiculous! ” a pair of tights are removed from the drawer before it's promptly slammed shut. “ we can't spend every waking moment together. i'm not thirteen anymore, i'm allowed to have a life outside of you! ” teenagers could be so cruel, couldn't they? “ this party is very important to me, all my friends are going to be there. ” lydia returns to the vanity now, settling on the red lipstick. it'd be a nice pop of color against the varying shades of black she'd be wearing for the evening. the lid is carefully removed, the lipstick twisted up & raised to her mouth. a moment of concentration as she stares at her own reflection, complete precision as the color is applied. “ he doesn't have something that you don't, he's just... ”

( just, what, lydia? ) “ it's different, okay? that's all. ”

    "No, it's just-"

    The words leave his mouth, distracted by her beauty ritual. Her eyelashes, coated in the black stuff she applies, look like crunchy fly legs, making his stomach rumble. "Makeup?" He doesn't remember Lydia being this self-absorbed; she's done up like a model on the cover of Girls and Corpses. The heavy cosmetics make her look older beyond her years. You look stupid, he thinks. You look ugly! He would joke if this were before. But the present Lydia probably wouldn't take kindly to his juvenile quips. She might even break down in tears, ruining all her hard work, and send him home with a quivering 'Beetlejuice.'

    "You n' I like all the same things! Bugs, creeps, n' haunts! What's so special about this twerp?" He hovered over the dressing table, resting his arms atop the curlicued border of her vanity mirror (his portal to her world), then his chin on his hands. "Headless Romance just premiered in Neitherworld theaters. I thought ya wanted t'see it together?!" He tries picturing this unnamed Romeo; he imagines a Prince Vince doppelganger but more alive and charismatic. Maybe he looks like the lead singer of The Spooky Kids; bony, tall, and pale, wrapped up in fishnets and chains: a gothic dreamboat.

    "What's he got that I don't!?" He whinged, despite already knowing the answer: everything.

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OOC. they hate when you serve cunty little two pack

OOC. save me beetlejuice monster high dolls save me

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OOC. save me beetlejuice monster high dolls save me

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𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

“ am i not good enough? ”  

“ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ”  

“ why did you help me? ”  

“ who do you fight for? ”  

“ why do you hate me? ”  

“ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ”  

“ you’re not dating anyone, are you? ”  

“ i’ve got your back, okay? ”  

“ where do you think you’re going? ”  

“ how long have i been asleep? ”  

“ are you going to kill me? ”  

“ why can’t i come with you? ”  

“ we all have secrets, don’t we? ”  

“ did you want to be alone? ”  

“ why should i trust you? ”  

“ wait. did you hear that? ”  

“ promise me? ”  

“ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ”  

“ do you remember anything at all? ”  

“ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ”  

“ you wanna know what your problem is? ”  

“ may i have this dance? ”  

“ can i ask… what happened? ”  

“ how many people have you killed? how many? ”  

“ do you ever hear yourself? ”  

“ would you run away with me? ”  

“ could you be happy here with me? ”  

“ you can’t or you won’t? ”  

“ you slept with them, didn’t you? ”  

“ well, how do i look? ”  

“ after all you’ve done how can i possibly trust you? ”  

“ why can’t you let me in? what are you so afraid of? ”  

“ what did they do to you? ”  

“ so why’s it so important anyway? ”  

“ where have you been? ”  

“ why are you looking at me like that? ”  

“ why did you come? ”  

“ what are you doing out here by yourself? ”  

“ is… that my shirt you’re wearing? ”  

“ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ”  

“ why does it always have to be a fight with you? ”

“ why can’t you look me in the eye? ”  

“ can you forgive me? ”  

“ what if i never see you again? ”  

“ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ”  

“ how about a little midnight snack? ”  

“ are you… smelling me? ”  

“ how did you get this scar? ”  

“ what do you want in exchange for it? ”  

“ what did you want to tell me? ”  

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HOW LONG HAD she knows betelgeuse? it felt like forever at this point. throughout all her years spent growing up in peaceful pines, the deetz girl had known the specter before her. he had watch her come into her own, transform from a child into a young woman. even as everything else changed in her life, lydia's friendship with betelgeuse remained consistent. “ a total what, beej? ” she's not even looking at him, far too occupied with putting on mascara in the mirror. much to betelgeuse's dismay, the teen had plans for the evening. she was meticulously preparing her look for the end of year celebration with her graduating class.

this whole event is why she had to cancel on the plans betelgeuse attempted to spring on her last minute. normally, she'd happy drop everything to hang out with him. at least, that's how it used to be. “ is there something wrong with liking people who enjoy the things i enjoy? isn't that how all relationships are supposed to work? ” it's a carefully selected word; relationships. vague enough to leave her dynamic with this boy up to interpretation. the mascara wand is shoved back into the tube & screwed back into place.

“ besides, you don't even know him. ” lydia's attention is returned to her best friend. chestnut hues finally fall upon the ghost. “ don't mope. ”

    "I don't care!" Lydia's in high school now, which means, like most teens, she's at least considering the prospect of dating. Or so Beetlejuice assumes. His highs-ghoul experience was laden with crushes on ghouls way out of his league. He wasn't popular with the ladies back then (much to his chagrin, he still isn't), and things had reached a fever pitch when he took a robot to prom that he had juiced. She made for a convincing teenage bombshell under her drag queen bouffant. "This guy seems like a total-" Asshole. He thinks but doesn't dare utter. He's not used to cussing around Lydia. In his memories of her, she's crystallized in an ever-lasting childhood. Pure, kind, thoughtful, and responsible; his antithesis and best friend, Lydia Deetz. He can't cope with the reality of Lydia growing up; take him back to the halcyon days of middle school and her eternal, shining face haloed by the sun on the astroturfed schoolyard of Miss Shannon's as they joked and played, and he stuck his fat boogers in her raven hair. "I'unno, I mean, look at him! Ya probably only like him 'cause he likes The Spooky Kids as much as you do." Humph!

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❝ If he breaks your heart, I’ll nail gun his. ❞ // specifically for toon verse :) / @ghostlyconman

MIRTH BUBBLES FORTH, spilling out as a gentle bout of laughter from the girl. “ beej, come on, be serious! ” but, then again, he was being serious, wasn't he? is it wrong of her to feel a little flattered? “ i am perfectly capable of handling any boy by myself, you know. ” a beat of silence, a soft smile etching into round features. “ thank you, who knew you cared so much? ”

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MIRTH BUBBLES TO the surface, spilling out in the form of a laugh. “ really? that's disgusting. ” betelgeuse smelled bad, too, she wants to say. that she told him so time & time again during their weekend together. ( “ you guys need to take a bath or something! you're stinking up the whole house! ” ) she tries to push the memory to the back of her mind, lock it away where it can never come forth again.

“ dirt & ... what? ” now she was truly interested, completely enveloped in the nitty gritty details of the story. “ all the dead people i've met never really... came back to life like that. they've always just been ghosts. ”

⸻ ❝ . . . He . . . was horrifying at first. ❞ Lisa speaks softly, still only somewhat accustomed to speaking. ❝ He smelled awful. Like an outhouse at a carnival . . . I used to think I was an empath, but his tears . . . they were so rancid . . . and suddenly the reasoning didn't matter as much anymore. ❞

She pauses. ❝ He was coated in dirt . . . and . . . �� She goes silent. Perhaps she wasn't ready to divulge all information, even if Lydia might be the only soul who would understand her. She shrugs.

⸻ ❝ It was ... really exhilarating once the fear wore off. ❞

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❝ I find social media to be a soul sucking void of meaningless affirmation. ❞ she's so Gen-X I'm sorry / @pierprincess

A SMALL CHUCKLE can not help but to escape the girl. “ yeah, it can be. but, you can also meet some really cool people there, if you know where to look. delia meet her book club friends there & i've managed to get some of my photography out there. ”

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another lydia doodle 💤

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A SILENCE FILLS the still living room air, the girl haphazardly painting her nails against the arm of the couch. her dad or delia would certainly lose their shit once they saw the amount of polish she managed to get on the surface with each lazy swipe, but lydia didn't quite care. with a sigh, she finally breaks the silence. “ he's back. ” chestnut hues move from her fingers to @voyeuriistic now, attention shifting. “ i can sense him. ” betelgeuse, she's talking about betelgeuse. who else could she be talking about?

“ i kind of feel like one of those dogs who can tell when it's going to storm right before it does. ” a beat. “ it isn't pleasant. ” / sc.

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ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠTHE NOTHINGNESS AHEAD OF ME, ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠ IS THIS THE END YOU MEANT FOR ME?

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