Hehe .. Someone Stop Me Before I Make An Angsty Graphic Novel (without Any Backgrounds) Out Of The Whole

6B. “Oh, just kiss me already.” !!!!!

I GENUINELY DON’T KNOW HOW I GOT HERE BC THIS WAS NOT AT ALL WHAT I WAS PLANNING ON WRITING BUT I PROMISE THIS HAS A HAPPY ENDING

Genre/ Word Count: Angst ending in fluff, 2,208 words  Pairing: Musical!Beetlejuice x Fem!Reader Warnings: Language. Notes: This is kind of an au, but not really? This is still Musical!Beetlejuice-- the only differences being he was alive before becoming a demon, and Juno isn’t his mother (thank gOD). There’s probably grammar and spelling errors-- sorry lmao

Y/N had been badgering Beetlejuice for months to show her the Netherworld, and he’d constantly been dancing around the subject. (“Babes, a light like you doesn’t belong down there”). Ever since meeting Beetlejuice, she’d felt connected to him in some way and thought that a trip to the Netherworld would help her understand. They’d become fast friends from the moment they met, and something about him just felt so familiar to her— it didn’t take long for her to fall in love with him. She hadn’t anticipated it happening, nor did she particularly want it to, but it did, and she had to learn to live with it.

Beetlejuice, of course, loved her too, but this was something Y/N had yet to discover. They had a connection— a strong one, at that— but he knew she wasn’t ready to learn of it yet. If she did, their friendship would be over.  They met in the winter and as her birthday approached that fall, Beetlejuice worked with Lydia to make the perfect gift for her. Nothing was good enough for him to give her, and whenever he asked the inhabitants of the Deetz house what Y/N would want, they would all give the same answer: “She wants to go to the Netherworld.”

After taking a long time to stop and consider how badly the trip could go, he caved. More than anything, he wanted to make Y/N happy, and if a trip to the Netherworld is what it would take, then so be it. He had to be careful though, because if Juno learned he’d brought a breather down there she may not be able to leave. They would be going to his room, and coming home. That was it. Y/N was giddy with excitement when Beej handed her a stick of chalk and told her to draw a door. What she wasn’t prepared for, was the bitter cold. It was eerily dark, and at some points Beetlejuice had to guide her— she didn’t understand how he knew where he was going. It felt like they were walking down a never-ending hallway, constantly making turns but then ending back up in the same place they started. The scenery didn’t change in the slightest until they appeared in front of a shabby brown door. It had nothing noteworthy on it other than a gold plate reading 666. “Home sweet home.”

Once the door was open and they’d stepped inside he found it difficult to meet her gaze; he hadn’t realized just how nervous he was until they were standing in his shabby bedroom. Why did he bring her here? Why did she want to come? Beetlejuice had so many questions and probably would never get answers, so instead of dwelling on them he stood and watched Y/N wander around and look at all of his things. She was silent and only occasionally reached out to touch stuff.

“You… live here?” It was damp, dark, and cold. The floor was literal dirt, and while he had candles floating around, they only did so much to brighten the dark interior. Other than a bed, desk, and a shelf lining the wall there was nothing in the room. It just looked so… lonely.

Beetlejuice shrugs, “Only if someone banishes me.”

“I’d never banish you.” It sounds like she means it, but that’s what everyone says. He always finds his way back home.

Y/N is shocked to find an expansive bookshelf lining the wall, and was immediately drawn to it. He had a collection of classics lining the shelf, all with old, beautiful covers that you hardly see anymore. Everything had gold foiling and beautiful detailing on the spines— it wasn’t a sight she’d anticipated seeing in a room like this. As she moved further down the line, she notices a book on the bottom shelf, smooshed against the corner. It had papers and stems poking out of the sides, and it practically screamed for Y/N to pick it up. Beetlejuice had taken to glancing nervously around the room but when he saw her eyeing the book, he fully panicked.

“Oh, um, we don’t have to-” he began, but Y/N already held the cover between her fingers. The book itself was thick and worn— Beetlejuice had definitely had this for centuries. It shared the same earthy smell as Beetlejuice, but more potent. The yellowed, curled paper almost looked as if it would crumble beneath the slightest of hand. Her fingers hovered over the cover for a moment, unsure of if she should continue; she glanced at the demon in front of her for permission, but his expression wasn't readable. She gently blew the centuries-old dust away and found the word “Memories” written in a dramatic script across the cover of the book. It was a photo-album. “Beej?” She glanced up at him again, but he had taken to kicking at some dirt with the toe of his shoes, “Is this…?"

“From when I was alive?” He cut her off, and in a brief catch of light Y/N can see his hair is rapidly turning blue, “Yeah. It is.”

“O-Oh, I’m sorry, I’ll just-”

Beetlejuice shrugged, and jutted his chin out towards her, “No use putting it away now… you can look at it if you want.”

“Are you sure?” She sensed this is an incredibly sensitive subject and didn’t want to upset him further. The atmosphere in the room had grown heavy and Y/N felt herself weighed down with emotions she couldn’t quite place. Beetlejuice’s moods tended to project on the room if he was feeling strongly enough, but this was beyond a normal sadness— she’d never felt it before.

“Yeah.”

Most of the book was just letters from various people, pressed flowers, and old, worn pages from poetry books. It was interesting to look through, albeit stressful. She’d never touched anything more delicate in her entire life. They sat in silence as she flipped through and was so engrossed in the book she didn’t even notice Beetlejuice biting his nails out of worry. When she’d made it to the last page of the book, there was a single photograph. There were only two people in it, a man and a woman, and neither were smiling. That, of course, was custom for the time but it was still unsettling. The man was obviously Beetlejuice, but a much more clean cut version of him. He was slightly smaller in stature, and wore a fancy tuxedo. He held a tall hat in his right hand, and Y/N smiled as she tried to picture him wearing it. The girl beside him, however, made her pause.

She looked so familiar— she had thick, light curls framing her face; it was impossible to know the color because the picture was in black and white. They framed her round face beautifully. Y/N kept scanning the photo, searching this girl’s wide, light eyes for some explanation of the familiarity. As she moved past her face, Y/N realized that this was a wedding photograph— the girl’s dress was a simple., high collared gown that must have been custom for the time. The sleeves were sheer enough for Y/N to notice that the girl in the photo had a birthmark on her forearm— identical to her’s. She felt her breath hitch in her throat and she looks up at Beetlejuice in disbelief, “S-She looks like me."

Beetlejuice had backed himself into a corner now— he felt trapped as she stared at him. Y/N hadn’t asked for an explanation, and most likely wouldn’t, but he felt like she deserved it. “She, uh, is you. O-Or… was, anyway. A version of you,” he coughs, “I guess.”

Y/N feels her breath hitching in her throat. After befriending and falling in love with a demon, she had assumed nothing would shock her anymore but this? She never would have anticipated this. “W-What?”

“She… Abigail… was, um…” He hadn’t anticipated being this nervous but then again, he also hadn’t anticipated her finding out like this. The demon ran a hand through his hair and shot a panicked glance at Y/N who sat patiently in front of him, waiting for him to explain what the fuck was going on. She looked like a deer in the headlights— nervous, doe-eyed, and above all: confused. “This was you in a past life.”

“I- what?”

“Breathers… have past lives and in one of yours we were um… married…” The ghost with the most was struggling to remain coherent. He knew bringing Y/N here would be a bad idea, and this proved it. Before she could say another word, he snapped his fingers and the book had vanished. It didn’t appear back on the bookshelf, “You should go, I have chalk somewhere.”

“What about you?”

He sat down on his bed and hugged himself under his jacket, “I think I’m gonna stay down here for a while.”

“Beetlejuice, no.” Everything about the day had gone to shit, “I’m sorry I looked at the book, we can forget it ever happened, I’ll-”

“Do you not get it, Y/N? I don’t want to forget!” She shrunk back and Beetlejuice immediately felt guilty. He needed to get through to her, though; things could never be the same between them again. “We were happy and when you died I- God, Y/N I lost my life when I lost you."

Her heart broke as she watched Beetlejuice come undone in front of her and blurted out the question that had been weighing on her since he started talking. “Did you die because of me?”

Of course he did, but he wasn’t ready to talk about that yet. He probably never would be. “I looked for you in the Netherworld but by the time I got there your soul had already moved on. You were so pure, so good you got to start a new life before your body was even cold. I came back here and searched and searched for you— by the time I found you you’d already found someone new; you didn't even remember me. Do you know how awful that feels? I watched you live three different lives, leaving me behind in each one, and had finally started to force myself to move on when you knocked on Lydia’s door. When I realized you could see me I felt alive for the first time in 250 years. You weren’t supposed to find out like this. You were supposed to-” He swats persistent tears off his cheek, “You were supposed to remember. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

Y/N didn’t realize she’d been crying until a salty tear settled into the corner of her mouth— he’d been waiting for her for 250 years. The familiarity, the comfortableness around him, feeling like they fit together perfectly when they hugged… it all made sense. They were “Beej-“

“Please, don’t.” He fell apart on his bed, and while he tried to compose himself Y/N heard a small, unfamiliar voice in the back of her head whisper ‘Laurence’. She didn’t know anyone with that name— was it his? 

“Laurence?”

His head shoots up, “W-What did you just say?”

“I-Is your name Laurence?”

She barely finished her sentence before she’s suffocating under Beetlejuice’s strong grip; he melted into her and tries his best not to cry again as he buries his face into the crook of her neck, “You remember?”

“I… I think so?” Y/N is in shock but given the circumstance she needed to suspend her disbelief and live in the moment. He pulls away so they’re facing each other— his eyes were red and puffy from crying but they looked more full of life than they ever had. He kept glancing down to her lips and then fixed his gaze against the wall, clearly uncertain, “I’ve felt so connected to you since we met and you were always just so familiar but I could never figure out why but… it makes sense now.”

He chokes out a small, shocked laugh and scans her eyes for any evidence of lying, “I know you don’t remember but… I-I missed you so much.” Y/N feels him sniffling against her hair as he presses a kiss to the top of her head, “I love you. And you don’t have to say it back yet, I know this is a lot, but- God, I’ve been waiting almost three hundred years to say it to you and-”

“I love you too!” Y/N blurts out, and Beetlejuice all but melts. He doesn’t even bother trying to hide the fact that he was crying and honestly, he probably wouldn’t have even been able to for much longer. “I’ve loved you since we met— I couldn’t explain why, or how I got attached so quickly but I-I love you too.”

Beetlejuice wipes the tears off her cheeks with his thumbs, and she returns the favor, “Babes, you don’t know how long-”

Y/N shushes him and presses their foreheads together, “Baby, it’s been 250 years. Just kiss me already." tag list: @thewolfisapartofmysoul @ironmansuucks @paxenera @baby-beej  @little-miss-shy-goth @insomni-snacc @go-commander-kim @egoiisms @turtlepated @hi-what-is-anything

I finished the animation! ^^ Sound editing by the amazingly talented @mrcamillaa Also tagging @therealjacksepticeye, he might want to see this aswell Hope you like it!!

Edit: guys, guys, it isn’t Chase.. it’s meant to be Sean with a cap ^^

i want them to be spooky buddies forever ;v,

THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW (1975) dir. Jim Sharman

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.

The true deadly sins

Lust

Not a sin- feeling sexual attraction, sex with consenting partners, masturbation, consuming pornographic media, having several sexual partners, sex before mariage. IT’S A SIN WHEN- the person projects lust onto an unwilling recipient person and does not take into account their wants or consent. Rape, harassment, sexual assault, catcalling, dick pics.

Gluttony

Not a sin- food, enjoying food, cooking, eating sweets, eating meat. In the larger sense, accumulating material things you enjoy, like books or collectibles or whatever.  IT’S A SIN WHEN- It deprives other people of what they need.

Envy

Not a sin: Wanting things you see other people have, like money, power, fame. IT’S A SIN WHEN: This is how you define people, and stop respecting them as humans. It’s a sin when you use them for what they have and what they can bring you.

Greed

Not a sin: Wanting financial security, working hard for the things you want.  IT’S A SIN WHEN: Your own financial growth depends on keeping other people impoverished and suffering.

Pride

Not a sin: Being proud of your accomplishments, liking your looks, dressing up IT’S A SIN WHEN: It stops you from accepting your faults and seeing how you can be wrong, not admitting that you can better yourself. 

Wrath

Not a sin: Righteous anger at situations, being mistreated, seeing other people suffer, at the injustice of the world. Self-defense. Revolution.  IT’S A SIN WHEN: Violence towards defenceless people, hitting your partner or your kids,.  Violence fuelled by intolerance and bigotry. 

Sloth

Not a sin: Resting. Sleeping. Taking a day or a year off. Being unproductive. Playing videogames. IT’S A SIN WHEN: You stay inactive when action is required. When people need you and you’d rather do nothing.

[Mahiru points at Vampire!Kuro]

Mahiru: My love.

[Mahiru gestures to Human!Kuro]

Mahiru: My soft boi.

[Mahiru looks at Demon!Kuro with horns]

Mahiru: ... Well, mark me down as scared and horny.

Anti’s won’t stop me

Doctor Who Anit’s : don’t ship Doctor and Rose. I hate Rose.

Labyrinth Anti’s: Ugh Don’t ship Sarah and Jareth. He kidnapped her brother and she’s only a teen.

Phineas and Ferb Anti’s: oh my god you can’t do that! Ferb and Isabella are not cannon! Give up, it’s not going to happen. Ever!

Beetlejuice Anti’s: (currently screaming the loudest btw) I don’t like it. Don’t ruin the fandom for me.

I’ve been dealing with fandoms who have had anti shippers for years. You can’t stop me. You can’t stop anyone from shipping just because you have a problem.

So if you have an issue with any of my ships.. I only have one thing to say ….

Reylo + Red Riding Hood of the Forest