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[deadlydeetz]

NEW TRAILER JUST DROPPED

Oh my god it's so shippy I am SCREAMING. THIS IS AMAZING

[tropicalfreckles]

Y'know

The Whole Being Dead thing

[painted-piggy-ships-archive]

unfriendly reminder that PROSHIPPERS FUCK ALL THE WAY OFF

[heliophaestus]

happy halloween from these two :DD

[ID: a black and white digital drawing of lydia and beetlejuice from beetlejuice the musical, they are standing in a doorway and lydia is leaning against the doorframe, looking over at beetlejuice and smiling with an evil look on her face, and beetlejuice is floating in midair with a similar grin while looking forwards. /End ID]

[pixelephant]

@thechivalrousfox and i thought it’d be fun to take stupid pics inspired by creepy old guy for valentine’s day

[hereliesbeetlejuice]

Beetlejuice Demos Ask Game !!!

Favorite demo track?

Least favorite demo track?

Demo song you most want to see staged?

Song you’re glad they cut from the show?

Demo you like the music but not the lyrics?

Demo you like the lyrics but not the music?

If you could hear one demo sung by the character’s actor(s) which would it be?

Demo you didn’t like at first but has grown on you?

Demo you liked at first but now not so much?

Any songs you like the demo version of better than the cast album version?

“Death’s Not Great”, “The Hole”, or “The Whole Being Dead Thing” for the best opening song?

“Everything Is Meh” or “What I Know Now”?

“Gotta Get Outta This House” or “Barbara 2.0”?

“Children We Didn’t Have”, “Whats Left”, or “Barbara 2.0”?

“You Can Only Work with What You Get” or “Step Right Up”?

“The Box” or “I Am Very Good at Running Cults”?

“Mama Would” or “Goodbye Emily Deetz”?

Favorite version of “Dead Mom”?

Favorite cut lyrics?

Random opinion on demo of your choice

[nostalgink]

Like what do you expect me to say to hate? "Oh, no you're so right I'm a horrid dumb little bitch that can't draw. You're right I'm scum and should never share what makes me happy because my art isn't for me it's for some super correct basement dweller who definitely has the moral high ground and isn't hiding behind an anon toggle because their afraid to say it directly."

Last thing I'll say unprompted. It's just, it really rattles my brain the bullshit some people think is right or okay.

Also to add. Guys, draw what makes you happy. Fuck people who say otherwise. And fuck the term Mary Sue, because if your character makes you happy, take it and run.

[sparklysaturn]

the best way for a demon and a child to bond is for the demon the lift the child and spin them

[rustybutterknife]

Beetlejuice: yeah, weed is nice, but have you ever been loved and appreciated?

Lydia: Damn... that hurt on a different level-

Beetlejuice: me neither, pass the bowl.

[theluckoftheclaws]

Hey so I wrote a thing. Beetlejuice and FNAF crossover, anyone?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30073260

In the year 1988, escaping the Netherworld yet again, Betelgeuse takes shelter in an abandoned pizzeria that was left to rot. In there, he stumbles across a fellow lost soul with a matching coat of stripes.

[adamaitland]

beetlejuice: okay, you’re small and useless, you cry and scream a lot, all you do is sleep and shit and suck. what are you?

lydia, wearing a headband with ‘a baby’ on it: am i you

beetlejuice, about to cry: n

[chansaw]

the fact that trisha paytas is a theatre stan is so embarassing i just heard her sing karens part of meet the plastics and i want to die

[wolfyfox]

When you want to take a selfie with your BFFFF forever, but you're an otherworldly monster.

[monsterlovinghours]

Visible

There’s no explanation for this. It’s just fluff. I had the idea at work and I spent my entire 7.5 hour shift thinking about it and I came home and I banged it out. Just let me be soft and self-indulgent, ok? Also they mention that time passes differently when you’re dead so to BJ it only feels like he’s been gone a month or two.

It wasn't like him to be nervous. At least, not topside. Here, he was the threat, the ominous force, the looming presence. He caused the gnawing pit in the stomach, not suffered it himself. Yet, here he was, in the same living room where it all began, chewing at his thumbnail and bouncing his knee, anxiously looking at the door. The house was different than Beetlejuice remembered, more lived in, the art actually tasteful and the walls covered in photos. It was evident that quite some time had passed since he'd left, but how much? Would Lydia still remember him? Was she even still alive? Had the Maitlands finally crossed over? What if the closest thing he'd ever had to a family was already gone?

Suddenly, the front door swung open, and a woman with dark hair pulled back into professional twist at the back of her head muttered something under her breath as she wiggled the key out of the old, sticky lock. She lifted her head and froze when she saw who was currently seated on her living room couch; or rather, floating in a seated position six inches above the cushion.

"Beetlejuice?"

His eyes widened as he got a better look at her face. 

"Lyds?"

"Holy shit!" She dropped her bag and her keys, bolting across the room and throwing her arms around him; she was taller now, he noticed absently. Taller than him. "I can't believe you're here! I thought you'd left for good."

"Whoa, hold up, hold up," he muttered, holding her at arm's length and taking a closer look at her. "Fuck, kid...you look awful. Did you get old?"

She laughed. "Of course I got old, Beej. You've been gone twenty years." Her fingertips, nails painted a stylish matte black, touched her face, where maturity had softened her childish angles. He could still see the teenager he knew in her eyes, which had lost none of their sharpness or cunning, and he grinned, finally letting go of her hands. He had been relieved to feel that she was as solid as ever, as human as ever. 

"So, twenty years…is that, like, a long time or something?"

Lydia laughed softly, settling down onto the couch and kicking off her shoes, revealing socks in stripes of green and black. "Long enough for me to get a PhD. in child psychology."

"Holy shit," he breathed, impressed and secretly about to burst with pride at her accomplishments. "Guess that means I gotta call you Doctor Deetz now?"

"Please don't."

Beetlejuice perched on the arm of the couch, elbows on his knees, still staring at her as if he still wasn't quite sure that she was his Lydia. "So, where's Chuckles and Diva at?"

"You mean Charles and Delia?"

"That's what I said."

"They're in Paris at the moment." She smiled and pointed to a snapshot on the wall of her father and stepmother on their wedding day. "He surprised her with a second honeymoon for their twentieth anniversary. Oh!" She stood suddenly, crossing to the foot of the stairs. "Almost forgot." Cupping a hand around her mouth, she yelled up the stairs. "Adam, Barbara! We have a guest!"

A split second later, the Maitlands appeared in the living room, phasing easily into view. Even after all this time, Beetlejuice still expected them to come running down the stairs, still clinging to the comforting limitations of being alive. He grinned, every tooth on display, as he extended his arms, as if to say here I am!

"Babs, Adam, babycakes! Didja miss me?"

He expected them to recoil, to remember the first time he had appeared to them in their living room and shrink back, but Barbara gasped and threw her arms around his neck, squeezing him so tightly he nearly choked on the breath he didn't need.

"Oh my god! You're back!" 

Slowly, he hugged her back, hiding a small but genuine smile in her blonde hair. "So that'd be a yes?"

She drew back, smiling gently. "Of course we missed you. The house always seemed a little less alive with you gone."

"How's that for irony?" He snickered, then stepped back, looking between the two of them, his hands shoved in his pockets as he rocked on the balls of his feet. "Jesus, you two look exactly the same. Still a couple of boring yuppies?"

"Well, we've had to make some compromises here and there, but more or less." Adam absently fiddled with his watch, still set to the exact date and time that he had met his demise. Beetlejuice grinned and stuck out a hand, sure that while Barbara had warmed up to him, Adam was still wary. To his shock and delight, Adam took his hand, tugged on it, and pulled him into another crushing hug. He backed up once he was released, the corners of his mouth nearly touching his ears, a green tinge on his cheeks that was the closest thing to a blush he could muster.

"You, uh...you guys really embraced the whole 'forgive and forget' thing, huh?"

"Well, you did ride a sandworm into the living room to save Lydia." Barbara beamed as Lydia, hair now hanging loose around her shoulders, nodded in agreement. "And we've had a lot of time to think about everything that happened...you wanted what anyone would want, and we can't fault you for that."

"Now I feel almost bad for telling Charles to go fuck himself."

Lydia laughed, but Adam made a hushing gesture. "Mind your language around the kid, please."

"What kid? Jeez, she's gotta be nearly forty by now."

"I'm thirty-four, asshole."

"Lydia!"

"Sorry."

Barbara shook her head. "Not her." She pointed toward the stairs, that gentle smile returning to her face. "That kid."

Beetlejuice turned, his eyes widening as he saw a girl of no more than six with wide blue eyes and dark hair peering at the group of adults from between the newel posts of the banister. Lydia’s face lit up when she saw the girl, and she knelt and held out her arms.

“Hey, bug!”

The girl grinned and ran to her, wrapping her small arms around Lydia’s neck as she straightened and spun, swinging her in a wide circle. Once she was on her feet, the girl looked up at Beetlejuice, regarding him curiously. Lydia, positively glowing with pride, placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder. 

“This is Chloe. My daughter.”

His jaw nearly hung to the floor. For the first time in perhaps his entire existence, he was speechless, albeit momentarily. He looked to Lydia, to Adam, to Barbara, then back down to the girl, who was staring just as intently back at him. “I’m an uncle?! Why didn’t anyone tell me?!”

“You were gone,” Barbara said softly. “And we wanted her to be...well, used to ghosts before we introduced you two.”

Lydia sighed, picking Chloe up even though she seemed almost too big to be held. “She’s adopted, Beej. My fiancee and I got the papers finalized a couple of years ago, and she’s been getting used to life here. Adam and Barbara have been amazing help; you have no idea how happy I was when I brought her home and she immediately asked who the blonde lady was.” Turning her head, she pressed a quick kiss to her daughter’s cheek. “Clo, do you remember when you first came home? I told you stories about my friend BJ?” She nodded. “That’s him.”

Chloe fearlessly reached for his tie, lifting it to study the pattern. “Are you a ghost too, like Aunt Barbie and Uncle Adam? Can I call you Uncle BJ?”

Beetlejuice grinned, unable to help himself. “I’m the ghost with the most, squirt. And yeah, that’s fine and definitely not the weirdest thing I’ve been called,” he answered. Dropping the tie, Chloe echoed his smile and held out her arms. “Uh…” His hands twitched at his sides, as if he wanted to take her but didn’t quite trust himself. 

“It’s alright, you can hold her.” Lydia smiled. “She’s mostly out of her biting phase by now.”

Snickering, he let the girl clamber onto him, helping her onto his back where she immediately wrapped her limbs around him. “So. You’re a doctor, you got a kid, and you’re getting hitched? Christ, kid, you’ve been busy.” He playfully knocked her arm with his elbow. “So, who’s the lucky guy?”

Adam and Barbara exchanged a knowing look in the beat before Lydia answered. “Her name is Lexie.” His brows shot up and his grin widened, but he said nothing else. “She’ll be home soon, I’m sure she’d love to meet you.”

“Really?” His smile fell a bit. “Does, uh...does she know the whole story?”

“She knows the important parts.” Lydia leaned against the banister, watching her daughter attempting to untangle a knot from Beetlejuice’s hair. “She knows that you saved my life twice, and that you saw me and understood me when no one else did. She knows you were my friend.”

“She also knows that you kissed me,” Adam added, and all of them stifled a laugh. 

“So,” Beetlejuice started, unsure if what he was feeling now was hope or fear, “you guys...you’re okay with me sticking around?”

Lydia glanced over at the Maitlands, who shrugged and nodded. “For as long as you want,” she answered. The smile that before he had tried to hide now resurfaced, unable to be suppressed as he realized that yes, that sickening turning in his gut had to be hope. Despite everything he’d put them through, even after all this time, the Maitlands could look past the lies and Lydia could look past the betrayal. After all he’d done, they forgave him and made a place for him.

“Uh, Beej?”

“Yeah?” He looked down to see that he was floating approximately three feet off the ground, Chloe still tugging at his hair, seemingly oblivious to her sudden change of altitude.

“Can you bring my kid back down?”

“No.”

“BJ, I’m serious.”

“Nope. She’s my kid now.”

[beetlebitchbruh]

hey im gonna say this and i dont mean to offend anyone

b**tleb*bes is

DISGUSTING

alright cool have a nice day

[apatheticallyromantic]

Beetlejuice Musical AU idea??? What if when Lydias mom died Beetlejuice was gonna help her towards the Netherworld as her guide and she asked Beetlejuice to take care of her or like help her out or something??? Like as her guide???????? In LiFE????