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pray for me fellas im trying to get the new mh beetlejuice dolls when they drop on the site for the fang club members

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foaming at the fucking mouth right now brb

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HONESTLY, IT'S NICE hearing someone seemingly around her age talk about their interests. it's nice to listen to someone talk about something other than building a scale model of the town, arguing about accent walls or, god forbid, begging her to try “ unlocking her chakra. ” maybe delia was right, she did need friends her own age. “ what do you like to sketch? i tried to use only charcoal as medium for a while back home, but i wasn't very good at it. photography has always been my talent. ”

that was new . standing at six feet , with limbs far too long for a body of such size , a phantom that would rather float 'round than live dutifully like most humans do . it had been a while since connor felt like that — human , that is .

a nod , understanding . he's seen it , & she was right .

" ... tried to get into photography , " rogue maroon tresses escape from their place behind a heavily pierced ear . a white digit quick to fix back their place . " didn't work out — more into sketchin' now . painting too . " the words are out before they know it . maybe the girl wasn't interested in the details , but her smile made it easy .

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“ I'M NOT INSANE. ” it's stated matter of factly, “ i'm eccentric, there's a difference. ” she would admit to the weird part, though. that was something lydia wore like a badge of honor. her mother was never ashamed of being weird, why should she be? “ they're not hallucinations, they're real. it's not my fault ghosts don't want to be seen by you. maybe you should be better company. ” another playful jab. then she's rolling her eyes so hard they may simply fall out of her skull & onto the floor. “ a party, seriously? ”

she can hear delia in the back of her mind, her shrill voice telling her to put herself out there. ( “ you're never going to make any friends here if you spend all day cooped up in your room, lydia! ” ) lydia argues that she has friends, that the maitlands were her friends & that she talked to some other kids in her biology class every now and then. ( “ it's so strange for a girl your age to only talk to ghosts, go socialize! you're young, live a little! don't waste your youth. you know, when i was your age — ” ) then she'd prattle on about some time in her youth & lydia would tune it out.

there's a beat before the teen responds. “ yes, i'll be there. ”

Billy shot her an unamused look. " As if anything scares me." He rolled his eyes, taking a drag off his cigarette. " I was going to say cause you're fucking weird." He teased right back, a smile pulling on his lips just slightly. " I don't care about your hallucinations or that you're a bit insane. Luckily for you, I like you anyways." He winked and blew out smoke. " You coming to the party this weekend?"

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SHE SWEARS SHE can see the change out of the corner of her eye, a whole transformation appearing within her peripheral. he really was going to pester her all night about this, wasn't he? “ be—... ” she almost says his name again, but stops herself. what would that be now, twice? lydia had to be careful. as much as he was starting to grate on her nerves, the goth didn't want the specter to go away. his company was nice, even in times like these. she tears her attention away from her reflection in the mirror, chestnut hues now landing upon the sight. “ you're staring. ” a beat. “ stop. ” his lingering gaze can not help but make her feel a little ridiculous. ( was the makeup a step too far? did she look stupid? )

lydia shakes the thoughts away, focusing on the emergence of bettyjuice before her. this look was definitely more mature than she was used to seeing, but something about it was off. it was like when she was very little & used to try on her mother's heels, wobbling with every step as she stomped around the house. it was like a young girl trying to emulate a woman based on whatever she saw in media. it's an imitation of the image peddled by society, what women were in advertisements back in the late nineties. something about it screamed “ sex sells, ” & lydia has to stop herself from recoiling.

“ i—... ” he really wanted to be there, didn't he? “ okay. ” with a sigh, lydia resigns. “ you can tag along, but you have to behave. promise me, beej. ”

    An unfamiliar, sharp pain pokes at his side like someone is sticking him with a needle. He wonders if a goblin lives under Lydia's bed, only to pester him at his lowest with invisible, tiny pricks. Beetlejuice would have preferred the former to Lydia's cruel admission; these are her true colors. This is the first time she's telling me the truth. Suddenly, their whole relationship feels like a lie. He can no longer discern fact from neurosis. Beetlejuice can convince himself of anything, that he's smart, handsome, and a winner. Telling himself that Lydia has always thought him a nuisance comes easily. There is nothing his powerful imagination can't make a reality; it is both his gift and his curse.

    "Babes!" He exclaims. Yet, the nickname suddenly feels stale, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth of moldy cheese. That's not his babes, not anymore. "Hey, here's an idea-" he can always make her laugh when all else fails. Snapping his fingers, he's turned into ol' reliable Bettyjuice, but with a mature twist. His hairy legs poke out from a hot pink, pleather mini-skirt, and his tallow-colored hair is done up in pigtails. The lace top is too small, ready to rip when he raises his arms. "I'll join ya." Beetlejuice winked, but his smug expression grew dumbfounded as he watched her round her lips with Clinique. She was so much of a woman it frightened him.

    "Uh..." His mouth hung open; a fly landed on his tongue, and he ate it.

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IT WAS ONE thing to summon betelgeuse whenever she saw fit, but lydia had always found herself curious about other spirits out there. were they all summoned in such a similar manner? that's what she intended to find out. one lonely saturday, the girl is holed up in her room, trying different chants & incantations in an attempt to summon... something. maybe it'd be some ghoulishly grotesque creature she could use to scare her parents. wouldn't that just be amazing?

finally, something sticks, & there she was. she's purple & sort of see-through & she isn't some beastly creature at all. she's just a girl, more or less. she didn't look much older than lydia herself. “ hello. ” her tone is soft, just above a whisper. why was she being so cautious? ( what's wrong, lydia, scared you'll spook the ghost? )

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Wha--huh?! How did she...get here? Wait a second. Was she just summoned? Accidental or not, she was just summoned!

"Wow. My first summon. I didn't even know that could happen to me!" The monster is rather ecstatic though in response. You can do this, Spectra! Time to be a good scary monster!

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“ what are you doing out here by yourself? ” jd :^) / @dafriend

HER VOICE HAS a bit of a bite to it, “ i like being alone sometimes, is that such a crime? ”

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foaming at the mouth. might start crying, genuinely.

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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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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!