They Are A Bit (we)evil

There is something I’ve always been drawn to about the story of Hades and Persephone from Greek mythology.The unlikely union of such light and dark is so fascinating to me.

I also think it speaks to a universal truth, regardless of your spiritual or culture orientation. The story speaks of the few knows of this world; death, life, the power of women to create life, and the phases of all living things. Many people view life as opposite to death, but here they are brought together.

Also here is a maiden, mother, crone representation as well. Persephone embodies all 3; the maiden when Hades falls for her, a mother down the line, and a crone like figure as queen of the underworld. Or alternatively, Persephone as the maiden, Demeter as the mother, and Hades even as the crone figure. This too speaks to the universal nature of this story and the elements within it.

I believe that if you look deeply, you begin to see that across cultures the same energies are represented and manifested in different forms. I believe the same is true here, and in that way I view Persephone, Brigid, and many other goddess associated with Spring to be born of and embody the same power and spirit. Hades himself also has counterparts in other cultures, the first to come to my mind is Odin with his horde of the dead in Valhalla much like Hades with his underworld.

I think too for me, Persephone addresses a strange feeling and experience of being in love with this world but also very drawn to death. She is quite and interesting and complex figure and I believe one who can have a lot to teach us on appreciating life and embracing death. For without one another, each has no meaning on it’s own.

“Death is not the worst thing. It is His gift to us, and end to want and pain. On the day that we are born the Many-Faced God sends each of us a dark angel to walk through life beside us. When our sins and our sufferings grow to great to be borne, the angel takes us.”–George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows.

Hehehe. BJ's version of a romantic midnight kiss. Happy New Years everybody.

Another request for @rini.beeny

This beautiful Patreon commission reward stole my heart!

InuKag cosplaying Beetlejuice and Lydia ❤

IT’S WINTER YALL!!!! it has been winter for a while but shhhhh

So yeah, not perfection but it has been so long since I made comics I’m happy with this. Sorry for all the swears but I personally swear a lot and since this is underfell I decided to have some fun with it :P

Hope ya like it!!

ok no offense but I think will did it better

Lydia: Betelgeuse, remind me how you say your name again?

Betelgeuse: I am NOT falling for that again

Adam: Wait you can say your own name?

Betelgeuse: No it's just--

Barbara: Can you say them as individual words?

Betelgeuse: NO I CAN'T IT JUST COMES OUT AS BEBEL AND BUCE OK? BEBELBUCE

Lydia: There it is!!

Adam:

Barbara:

Betelgeuse:

Adam: That is the CUTEST THING I HAVE EVER HEARD

Barbara: I love that so much oh my god

Betelgeuse, pink-haired & blushy: Shut up or I'll slap you

I just really love drawing Aziraphale with their regency’s dress that’s all

52 with Incubus!Beej sounds so made for eachother

52: “I’m not jealous! It’s just…you’re mine!”

HAX I’M SO SORRY this has been sitting in my inbox for A G E S but hey, we’re gonna give some more Incubus!Beej a shot!

Note: this was supposed to be a smut prompt. But I took it to real soft places. Whoops. 

Where the fuck are you?

Beetlejuice was pacing, his body unable to stand still for longer than three seconds before the anxiety simmering in his belly threatened to explode into a rolling boil. The jagged sound of his forked tail dragging across the hardwood floor felt like the perfect soundtrack to the racing thoughts and images clouding his mind as he frantically scanned the street below your apartment. Six hours ago, you’d left in a cloud of perfume, hairspray, and nervous energy, promising to be home in four hours, and with each passing second a new possibility assaulted his tired mind. You, sprawled out on the concrete stained wet with blood and tears. You, bound and gagged in some freak’s basement with a gun to your head. You, bound and gagged in some freak’s basement because you asked to be…while the first two thoughts were frightening, the last was simply enraging. His fear and his anger swirled like a violent maelstrom in his stomach, bitter tears biting at his eyes at the feeling of the storm brewing inside of him. He didn’t want to yell, he didn’t want to cry, he just wanted you home and safe in his arms where you belonged…but you were his feeder. Nothing more. Demons don’t deserve love. Demons don’t deserve love. Demons don’t deserve love. 

It was this mantra repeated daily that kept him from pouring out his heart to you from day one. 

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