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am I allowed to promote my side blog here

*whispers at you*

@askbeej

*runs away and trips like a toddler*

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Get real

They’re singing fucking karaoke

This is probably eluding to something else but the Beetletina brainrot is too strong

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I AM CRYING ITS SO GOOD THANK YOU STARRR

HII HELLOOO HII WAVES(I know this is my second request if you don’t mind)

so I heard your requests were open and I wanted to ask

do you write angst? If so, could we get some light Beej x reader angst:3 I love angst teehee

like what if reader got really mad at Beej at yelled at him but then felt really bad and tries to comfort him or vice versa?

Take your time! WOVE YOU MWAH/P

Dusty, darling, I love you (/p), but what the hell is that image 💀

ANYWAYS,

Sure, I suppose I could put you and Beej in an argument :3 [YOU DESERVE IT AFTER SENDING HIM TO THE GRAVE IN YOUR AU (i jest, i jest.)]

Enjoy, buddy! - Star ★

Trigger Warnings: Angst, Argument, Mentions of Abusive Parents, Yelling/Shouting, Explicit Language

Requested by: @dxstydigits ~ Thank you kindly for your ask!

Title: - ★ - Fight Me, Foe. - ★ - 

“Well, get this! You can kiss my sorry ass ‘goodbye’, then!”, you scream into the phone as you hang up on your parents. God, they always get on your nerves so fucking badly. 

First, they have the nerve to call you without even saying hello at the start, starting with an immediate argument about your housing choices in your apartment.

After that, they had the decency to insult you and how you were a ‘disappointment’ to the family, when you didn’t even do anything wrong.

Then, they had the guts to target you about your dating choices, as they recently discovered that you were dating a certain demon.

Dating a demon wasn’t your original plan. Hell, were you even planning to date at all? Admit it, you and a lot of others were assuming that you would grow old with a tennis-ball walker and a cat all by yourself.

Beetlejuice is the kind of person demon you would run to if there ever raised a problem. He’s kind, energetic, and he always has a way of making you laugh your ass off at any given moment if he has the opportunity.

Beej was yours, yours to hold, yours to have to comfort you, and yours to be with.

Obviously you’re not the only one with parental issues. As Beej has told you in the past, his mother was heavily abusive, who constantly smoked and drank, and he had no idea where his dad was, despite both of his parents being in the netherworld.

Oh right, back to your situation.

As you storm back to your bedroom in your apartment- which no matter what those fuckers said, was in perfect condition, and is a just fine living space, no doubt about it- you glance into the bedroom to see Beej floating upside down as you walk in the door.

“Hey there, Hot Stuff!”, he says in his raspy voice, his hair vibrant and it’s bright green, but you are not in the mood for his shenanigans today.

You squeeze his shoulder on the way to your bed, not saying a word, just a quick thing to move past him. Not engaging? Probably the best plan.

Oh, but here’s the total (not) shocker. He doesn’t leave you alone.

For the next ten minutes, as you lay in bed staring at the ceiling, he’s bugging you about how he called Lydia today, how he possessed the neighbors cat that was balancing on the fence, and how he watched a ladybug in the windo-

“BEETLEJUICE, PLEASE-”, you sit up and yell, as you look at him with crazed-wide eyes, dark circles underlining them. Beej appears startled as he flips right-side-up again, and he stands on the floor, fiddling with his fingers as his hair and suit fade to purple.

Do you care? You don’t know, you’re too wrapped up in this fucking anger.

“-CAN YOU NOT BOTHER ME FOR TEN FUCKING MINUTES?!” He’s flinching at every syllable, his shoulders heaving with every breath, as you lay back down, and shut your eyes.

Around 20 minutes later, you sit up in bed, as you must’ve fallen asleep. Before you can call for your demon boyfriend, you hear sniffling and shaky breathing coming from the living room.

... Shit.

The covers are thrown to the side as you leap out of the bed and bolt to the corner before the living room, and you see Beej mid-attack. God, you did this.

Stepping slowly, you inch your way closer to him apologetically, before you kneel in front of him where he’s sitting on the sofa.

"Hey, Beej..", you start softly, as you try to coax his attention back to you before he spirals too deep. Who knows what'll happen then?

Looking at you as he sniffles, his arms shaking, you climb on the sofa next to him as you hold his face in both of your hands, planting a kiss to his temple.

"My little bug... I'm so sorry...", you whisper in his ear, as you hold him in your arms. You dumbass. "I shouldn't have yelled, Beej.. I'm so sorry..", you say, as you press a kiss to his hair that is painfully slowly drifting to a pink.

He buries his face in your neck, as he clings to your torso, exhaling as his hair fades to a final blush pink, signifying he's calmed down a bit.

Moving his head, he looks up at you, nose to nose, as he plants a kiss on your lips, a silent sign of his forgiveness.

As he buries his face back in your neck, he mutters, "Love you, Babes..", and with that, you feel him fall asleep in your arms.

- ★ - Written by: Saddled_On_Stars - ★ - 

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IT’S FATHERS DAY YOU ONOW WHAT THAT MEANS

Angst.

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Dusty making BJ x reader hcs?? It’s more likely than you think.

OKAY SOME FLUFF (minor injury tw) Whenever you get injured, Beej usually brushes it off

It isn’t because he doesn’t care, it’s because he doesn’t really understand how your injuries work, you’re a breather after all. For him, a fatal injury could feel like nothing to him! Do you… not so much. Whenever you DO need help with a pretty bad injury, Beej doesn’t know what to do other than put an ice pack on it

you eventually introduce him to the idea that humans and demons/ghosts work differently, telling him that something that may not hurt for him will most likely hurt for you

so this spirals into Beetlejuice becoming extremely overprotective, staying by your side constantly, trying to shield anything that may cause damage to your feeble human body (both physically and emotionally)

he’ll get over it eventually, in the meantime Y/N has to deal with their scarab boyfriend trying to be their scarab bodyguard

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Happy Trans Visibility Day !! 🤍

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It’s OFFICIAL

I’m GOING TO SEE BEETLEJUICE SOON!!!!

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one hell of a woman

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I made a new version of this meme

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WE LOVE YOU STAR/P

I know I've already posted about all of these already, I just wanted to have them together in a post so I could look back on them when I need to <3

Thank you to everyone for the birthday wishes, you all mean SO much to me, and I deeply appreciate how much you all care. You all made my birthday feel oh so special when it felt at its worst. To ease the possible worry, I had a few friends surprise me today, so yes, I did have people including you all remember, and you all have no idea HOW MUCH THAT MEANS TO ME. THANK YOU. With that, here are all of the artpieces that I was gifted. Thank you all for your constant care and love. I love you all.

(Order: @dxstydigits, Monet, @musical-fiend, @juicy-beetle) << Thank you all. I love you guys!! (will DEFINITELY attempt to make you guys something if I find out your birthdays.) >>

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@saddled-on-stars WE GOT THE WORD SOMEONE WANTED TK WISH YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY

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Mafia fic time!!

I’m working on the comic I swear

The city bustles with activity. People leave their homes to attend their jobs, amble up and down the streets, and store owners open their shops for the day. Among all of the activity, a young man finds his attention focused on an alleyway between a casino and a bar. There’s an empty cardboard box near the casino’s side entrance. There’s the sound of crying coming from the inside, the sounds of what seemed to be an 8 year old. Curious, the man approaches the box and peers inside, and he finds exactly what he thought he would find. A child, a rather large fedora shielding them from the harsh city air. “Hey there, little guy... what are you doing out here by yourself?” He asks, scooping the small child into his arms. The child looks up at him, trembling slightly. They seemed scared of the stranger. But then the child looks over the stranger’s shoulder, their eyes widening and their sadness disappearing as if it were all an act. Before the stranger can ask any questions, he feels the cold barrel of a gun hit the back of his head. “Took a while to track you down. You thought you were safe, but he’ll never forget what you owe him.” A voice states from behind the stranger, a voice gravely and rough. “Papa!” The child cheers, scrambling out of the stranger‘s arms. Before the stranger can turn around, the gun fires.

The child doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t turn around to look at the body, he barely winces at the noise. He leaps into the assassin’s arms, climbing up to his shoulder. The assassin grins, plucking the hat off the child’s head and placing it on his own. “Played your part perfectly! I knew no one could resist a little hellion like you.” He cooed, gently pinching the child’s cheek. “Now what to do with this body…” The assassin inquires, squatting down next to the body, poking it a couple times to really make sure it was dead. He shrugged, snapping his fingers. The body disappeared in a small puff of green smoke as the assassin hid his gun away in his coat. “We’ll worry about that later.” He added, patting the child on the head. He pushed open the side door of the casino, sauntering inside despite what he had just done. Stepping into the casino, he was no longer concealed by the darkness of the alley. He was dressed in a formal black tailcoat and dress pants, contrast to his messy, green hair. One hand adjusted his tie and kept the child comfortably seated on his shoulder as the other was focused on holding his cane and keeping his body upright. His skin was pale as a sheet of paper and cold to the touch, almost like a dead body. The child didn’t look anything like their ‘papa’, however. He was a demon, which weren’t that rare in the city. He had small orange bull-like horns and a tail, pointy enough to pierce skin.

The casino around them wasn’t crowded, allowing the pair to easily advance to the back of the building, approaching a door labeled “employees only!” Looking around, he stepped inside and locked the door behind him. Behind the door was a lounge room, lined with bookshelves and a coffee table in the middle, surrounded by comfy couches and chairs. In the back of the room was an elevator, however it was labeled “out of order”. Lounging on one of the couches was a young girl, about 15 years younger of. She had a scar splitting her face in half, and medium black hair. She wore a white vest and a black ribbon neatly tied around her neck. She seemed bored and disinterested, her gaze staring sightlessly up at the ceiling. “Lydia! We’re back! Sent another body down there, still have no clue what your father wants us to do with em’.” The man called out, letting his child leap off of his shoulder and scramble over to the girl. “Lydia! Papa! Bang!!” The child squealed excitedly. “Hey there Cinder, hey Uncle Beetlejuice.” Lydia greeted them, her voice still monotone. “No ‘congrats’? Or ‘good job on murdering that target’? Maybe give the little guy a pat on the back for playing the ‘abandoned orphan’ act so well?” Beetlejuice leaned on the coffee table, crossing his arms and feigning annoyance. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips and he cocked an eyebrow, that same shit-eating grin he always sports. Lydia finally spared him a glance, still with that bored look. “Yeesh, you look like your father.” He mumbled under his breath. Lydia sprang upright, glaring into Beetlejuice’s very soul. “I look like who?” She jeered. “Woah, woah! I didn’t think you’d take that like an insult! I for one would be honoured to know that my son looks like me.” Beetlejuice chuckled, sitting down right across from Lydia. Lydia looked at Cinder, who was falling asleep on the couch, then back at her uncle. “I would never say such a terrible thing to a child.” She quipped. Beetlejuice shrugged, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a cigar. “Hey! Dad says you aren’t allowed to smoke inside!” Lydia shouted, attempting to snatch the cigar from Beetlejuice. “Why would I listen to him? He’s divorced, and need I remind you?” Beetlejuice chuckled again, flashing his engagement ring at the girl. “I mean he’s the reason you have a roof over your head, and he has mob connections?” Lydia added, folding her arms. “Aaaand who exactly are these connections?” Beetlejuice retorted, lighting his cigar. Lydia opened her mouth to speak, but the words died in her throat. He had a point. “If you gotta problem with me smokin’, take it up with the big divorced man himself.” “Absolutely no reason to bring that up in this conversation.”

“I’m just reminding you who’s the alpha brother here.”

“Just because you convinced a girl to sleep with you? Wait until she finds out who you work for.”

”I think someone’s jealous~”

“IT ISN’T MY FAULT I’M NOT ALLOWED TO TALK TO ANYONE!”

Beetlejuice cackled, placing the cigar into his mouth. “You and your dad are more similar than you think. Very easy to anger.” He shook his head, tilting his head upwards and puffing out a ring of smoke. Lydia rolled her eyes and pushed off of the couch. “I’ll go talk to dad. I’m sure he doesn’t want you smoking inside.” “Go complain! He won’t give a rat’s ass.” Lydia scoffed, her focus shifting to the door at the back of the room. She swallowed and approached it, opening the door a crack. She peered behind it, staring at the hallway. At the end was the door leading to her father’s office. Lydia always felt intimidated by that entrance, but she never let it show. With a deep breath, she entered the hallway, her eyes downcast as the door behind her shut. Her father was a generally scary man, Lydia hadn’t quite gotten used to him yet as she had only joined the family as of recently. she stopped outside of the door, her hand hovering over the door knob, deciding whether to knock or just walk inside. Then she heard a voice call out from inside.

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Happy Victoria day to those who celebrate! 🇨🇦

Im soon heading out to watch fireworks... and not eat sparklers...

Unlike bj...

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Discord screenshots I’m not typing this shit our again/lh/silly

Be aware that I don’t know how the actual mafia works

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hey guys

I’m working on the comic trust me but I have undiagnosed ADHD so be paitent

so I made another au

mafia au

Akex is very Mafioso inspired

I’m gonna yap about

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