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xxghost-zombie-jesus · 1 year

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genuinely i think if babs had enough time to learn (like longer than one musical number beej come ON) she could be scary. she grabs that severed head and she's the first one to learn the voice trick and during the dinner party she's having a good time. she's just too nice to do it maliciously but come halloween time? oh my god she's pulling so many tricks for lydia's haunted house

No, I think you're on to something.

Out of the two Maitlands, Barbara is always the first to change. The first to decide, "hey, what we're doing isn't working, we need to try something different." The first to do.

She's the one who starts with the Maitlands 2.0, as Barbara 2.0. She's the one who decides that they have to try to haunt the house because if not them, then who else? They're dead, fuck it! They can do what they want!

I think there's something holding her back. And, no, Adam, as reserved as he is, isn't it. It's her own reservations. She is, undeniably, kind of reserved, especially in the beginning. She has to act a certain way, do the right things in the correct steps, she has to be a model wife and woman and do everything the way it's supposed to be done. Get married to someone she loves? Check. Have a house, get hobbies, start a family? Check, check, and they're... uh they're working on it. Fall through their floor and die? Check--wait what?

She's tries to be your traditional housewife, you know? Calm, collected, demure, et cetera. She isn't, and we do see that throughout the musical, especially in the part where she picks up the head and immediately starts messing with it, or when she's the one who decides fuck it, we're doing this. She's strong, and independent, and is aware of her strengths and weaknesses and failings.

And yet, she doesn't want to accept this. She wants to fit the model mold of a housewife. She wants to be normal, and sweet and kind without a stubborn streak ten miles wide. But she is a little stubborn, and selfish at times, and a a tad narrow-minded occasionally. She isn't perfect, she can't fit into a mold.

Barbara is intuitive. Upon meeting Lydia she can tell something is UP. She knows that this teenager isn't okay, and yet, she agrees to help her not because she thinks that it'll actually help Lydia heal, but because she wants her house back. She wants her old life back. When it doesn't work and she realizes that this isn't what she wants, she changes, and wants to be there for Lydia. But at first? She's selfish.

I agree with you whole-heartedly, that out of her and Adam, she'd be the first one to get being scary down pat. She has a better grasp as to how things work, but as you said, she's too nice.

And I feel like some of that niceness has been learned. It's not fake, she is, genuinely, a really sweet ghost, but she had to work to get to that point. Because she does have a few moments where she isn't nice. She knows how to put her foot down, and she knows how to lie and manipulate, a lot better than Adam can, that's for sure. And that isn't something someone can just, suddenly be good at. Something tells me she used to be quite a little stinker when she was younger. Not mean, never malicious, but definitely mischievous.

It's like. You can be nice, but not kind. Or you can be kind, but not nice. And Barbara is nice. She is very nice. But she isn't always kind. She isn't above calling Beetlejuice names. ("That meaty pervert was right.") Adam tries to be rude but instead just says that Beetlejuice needs a therapist, he is both kind and nice to a fault. Barbara is downright kind of mean about him, but in a nice way. She is nice, but not kind.

She could easily use her occasional lack of kindness and be scary. But she... doesn't want to be unkind. Because that's not something people do. Everytime she's unkind she seems to regret it, even just a little, like she doesn't mean to be unkind it just happens. She tries not to curse, and to be a good person, but deep down she isn't always and she is aware of this.

It's why she has an easier time (not an EASY time, mind you, but easier than Adam) doing what Beetlejuice shows them. Like letting her death bother her, or using ghostly abilities. But also why she seems almost hesitant, at first, to do so.

And if she just accepted that sometimes its okay to be a little unkind, if its for the right reasons, then maybe she'd be right there with Beej scaring people for fun.

I don't know if any of that made sense. I won't apologize for it but uh... yeah. Hope this is what you were looking for.

One hundred percent, though, Adam decides he doesn't want to be scary but Barbara wants to try. And so when you have your inevitable 'Beetlejuice comes back', she wants him to teach her how to be a proper ghost, how to be really scary. And he does, and now that her entire heart is in it, she can do much better.

She's still too nice, though, and can't put her all into it, but it's much better than ripping some sheets and ghostly wailing.

#veej's rambles #beetlejuice #beetlejuice broadway #beetlejuice the musical #barbara maitland #character analysis #asks from the recently deceased #again i have. no idea if ANY of this made sense #but thank you for the ask! really made me think about barbara!!#i love her and she deserves to be scary #her and beej and lydia make the BEST haunted house come halloween you can't tell me otherwise

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xxghost-zombie-jesus · 1 year

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HEY I HEARD SOMEONE SAY "ASK ME ABOUT BEETLELANDS" OVER HERE, DO YOU HAVE ANY HEADCANONS ABOUT THEM TO SHARE??

DO I HAVE ANY HEADCANONS? DO I HAVE ANY HEADCANONS ?! YOU BET YOUR ASS I DO!

And I'll do you one better! I'm currently slowly working on a Beetlelands fic based off the song "Your Stupid Face" by Kaden MacKay. Eventually I'll finish and post it, but I think you deserve an excerpt.

Barbara and Adam shared a look, having one of their silent conversations, and Beetlejuice was left wondering once again how the hell they did that. They came to some conclusion or understanding or something because both gave a decisive nod. "Maitlands 2.0?" Barbara asked. "Maitlands 2.0," Adam echoed, giving her an encouraging smile. "Wh-" Beetlejuice went to ask again, but Barbara leaned up and pressed her lips to him, stunning him so thoroughly that he froze. Completely. His eyes were wide, breath withering in his chest, and his hands shook just the slightest amount at how tense he was. Barbara pressed slightly harder against his lips, which were firmly closed in his confusion-fueled panic. This was is, this was them fucking him over with kindness and the false pretense of love before they stabbed him in the back, and threw him out on his ass. Like Lydia, and his Ma, and everyone before, every single person before in his long undead-dead not-life. No, no. He was being so stupid, this meant something. This meant something. Something good? No, no, something great. Barbara went to pull away and he moved without thinking, chasing her lips and he slowly, hesitantly, brought his hand up to cup the back of her neck, hyper-aware of his claws resting against her delicate skin. He gently played with the hair at the nape of her neck, noting that, yes, it was as soft as he had always thought. Barbara laughed against his mouth and deepened the kiss oh-so-slightly, thumb still brushing over his cheekbones. She nipped his lip and he opened obediently, allowing her to take the lead, but she simply continued to nibble his lip. She pulled away and he made an involuntary noise in his throat, opening his eyes which he hadn't realized he closed. Barbara stepped away and Adam took her spot. Slower than she had, he leaned in and wrapped his arms around Beetlejuice's shoulders, and he, too, kissed Beetlejuice. Once again all his thoughts flatlined as Beetlejuice took a moment to respond, though much quicker than with Barbara. He melted against Adam's chest, hands hovering awkwardly over his sides, fingers curled slightly. Adam ran a hand though Beetlejuice's hair and he purred into the kiss, and oh, he had never made that noise before. Finally he let his hands wrap around Adam's waist, and grip at the fabric of his shirt as he pushed closer, torn between continuing the kiss or pressing back into Adam's hand in his hair, but Adam made the decision for him, pulling his head forward ever-so-slightly and opening his mouth. Beetlejuice responded in kind, and totally didn't shiver slightly when Adam pushed his tongue inside of his mouth. Finally Adam, too, pulled back, though he stayed close enough to keep a hand in Beetlejuice's hair. Despite being probably the tamest kisses he had ever had the pleasure of having–lacking the desperate push of two people who simply let drug-borne lust take over in a desperate bid to get both of their rocks off as quickly as possible, and absolutely no blood left in its wake–it left him flushed and breathless, shoulders heaving as he stared at the couple in front of him. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to get his thoughts to form into words, but all he could utter was, "woah." Barbara giggled and covered her mouth. "Is that a good 'woah'?" Beetlejuice could only nod, a lopsided, lovestruck grin on his face.

Ehehe.

As for headcanons, I feel like it's gonna be reaaaal slowburn. I'm talking like. Months before the Maitlands are even comfortable enough to call Beej a friend, let alone start having a crush on him.

When he first comes back it's...awkward. They can tell he's genuinely remorseful for what he did, but that doesn't make it okay. That doesn't excuse his behavior. Not even just the threatening to murder and fake exorcism stuff, either. The groping and kissing and inappropriate comments were all way too far.

He doesn't get that, so what's a little kissing and ass slapping between friends? Or a dirty comment here and there? They have to have a conversation with him about how, no, people don't act like that. They don't know about demons, or their etiquette, but humans shouldn't act like that. and it takes a while, but it finally clicks for him and he realizes Oh. He was the asshole. They genuinely didn't like it. He stops pretty quickly after that, with some slip ups that he has to be warned about.

He goes back to teaching them how to be ghosts. That isn't something that he needs to convince the Maitlands on, in fact, it's their idea, pretty quickly. Like, sure, they still aren't comfortable around him but he does know his shit. And before everything went to hell in a handbasket before, the scaring lesson was fun! And there's so much they don't know.

Like how to eat, or teleport, or conjure stuff. And do all ghosts have a pocket dimensions or is that a demon thing? And what about the clones? There's a lot they don't know and want to understand, and, for a long time, these lessons are the only time they're alone together. And they aren't professional, not by a long shot, you have three goofballs, one of which couldn't be serious if his not-life depended on it, but its far from how things were before.

and its during lessons like this, and conversations they have with beej at dinner or during family night, or even when he comes to them of his own accord needing their help or with something for them that they start to learn about beej. and he about them.

and they start to grow closer, you know? they go from acquaintances to family members to friends, and soon they find that yes. he actually did change, for the better. or maybe this is how he always is and something was just Up when they first met him. either way, they much prefer this beetlejuice to the maniac, angry, desperate one before.

they spend more time together alone, usually when lydia isn't around or beetlejuice gets in trouble annoying delia or charles, and after months and months of living together and becoming friends the maitlands realize that. oh. they like him. both of them. and they don't know how to breech the subject because they don't want to make things awkward, or scare him off, so they just. don't say anything.

at this point they have a FWB arrangement going on, because, well, they have to admit, all of beej's primping and preening about his sex life had gotten them curious, and they wanted to know if he could put his money where his mouth was. and it turned out he could.

and then beej is the one to come to them because he realized that his silly little infatuation with the two ghosts had bloomed into a full blown crush. and he had to tell them or he'd explode or have to run away. what was the worst that could happen? oh yeah that was bad, but unlikely.

so he tells them, and they reciprocate, and start dating. things aren't smooth, its awkward and they have their fair share of problems that include beej getting scared and fucking off for a little bit until he's dragged back and forced to talk about his feelings, but in the end it works out great.

as for general headcanons:

Beetlejuice calls Barbara and Adam all manner of nicknames, but tends to stick with Sexy and Babs most often.

Adam calls beej Bug, Buggy, and Bugsy. Barbara calls him Beet, Beebles, and Juicy. They both call him Love-bug, Ladybug, and Junebug.

They keep their separate rooms, Beej likes to have his own space after all, but he sleeps with them more often than not, and tends to be in the middle. It works out because he's usually very warm and the Maitlands can actually feel it.

Also he's a huge cuddler and likes to drape himself across their laps, even when they're busy.

Adam likes to play with Beetlejuice's hair, it's surprisingly soft despite it sticking up every-which-way, and it always makes the demon purr which Adam thinks is The cutest thing.

Barbara loves Beej's wyrm form, especially when he's small, and its only in this form that puppydog eyes work on her. She's immune at any other point.

Beetlejuice thinks Adam's the better cuddler, but Barbara is better to lay on. He will never say this out loud. He does constantly complain about Barbara's cold ass feet though.

His love languages are gift-giving, acts of service, and quality time. Oh and touch.

On the other hand he is bad at words of affirmation. Like, he could not give someone a compliment in a not back-handed, rude, or plain incomprehensible way if his not-life depended on it.

In the same vein his accepted ones are words of affirmation, quality time, and touch. He hates when people do things for him because he can't understand the concept of people just wanting to do something to be nice vs them expecting something in return.

Adam helps Beetlejuice deal with some of the more negative quirks of his autism (aka gives him Healthy coping methods). This one is bc I hc Beej, Adam, and Lyds are all autistic ;3c

Beetlejuice helps Adam be more unapologetically autistic and not mask it so much. No one here is gonna judge, after all.

Barbara helps Beetlejuice when he has nightmares, and in return he'll stay awake with her when she's too upset to sleep. He thinks he's very bad at being comforting but he can be a good listener, surprisingly, and actually can have some good advice! also he's a great cuddler. he gives a mean hug. real bear hug, picks her up and swings her around a bit kind of hug that always makes her laugh.

Beetlejuice helps Adam and Babs withs the model. Babs is the one who carves all the model buildings and Adam paints them. Beetlejuice since he can leave the house makes sure its 100% accurate and keeps them up to date.

He also likes to get Barbara new plants for her attic garden. So many so that it ends up bleeding out onto the roof.

#veej's rambles #beetlelands #beetlejuice #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice broadway #barbara maitland #adam maitland #asks from the recently deceased #wee i hope you like my inane rambling and headcanons #i have more but this is all i can think of off the top of my head right now #i hope to eventually get one or all of my stupid fics finished UvU. one day

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xxghost-zombie-jesus · 2 years

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a rainbow of bugman doodles i did that i put more effort than strictly needed into, with some single pics of the smaller doodles. feat. worm!beej (there will be a post abt that later). can u guess what the colors stand for?

he's very fun to draw in this style,,, i have to admit.

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice broadway #beetlejuice the musical #fanart #veej's rambles #this was originally drafted at 4:20 am october 29th or smth #i was too lazy to write a caption lmao

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xxghost-zombie-jesus · 2 years

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" Please come to bed, this isn’t healthy." + "I’m not going to bed just so I can spend hours staring at the ceiling"

A/N: I decided that I'll be doing prompt fills/writing requests in between my longer fics! If you have any prompts or requests you'd like to see, shoot me an ask with the prompt, character(s) and/or ship you'd like! They'll probably be between 3k-5k but with my track record, who knows.

Anyway, onto the fic!

Prompt: "Please come to bed, this isn’t healthy." + "I’m not going to bed just so I can spend hours staring at the ceiling" Requester: Me! Warnings: Self loathing, sleep deprivation Word Count: 1562 Read on AO3

This had gone on long enough. For the fifth, no sixth night in a row, Barbara had been awoken by Beetlejuice slipping quietly from the bed, disappearing to God-knows where until right before the sun rose, where he'd crawl back in and pretend to be asleep when her and Adam woke up for the day. She was glad that she was such a light sleeper, because this was ridiculous. She watched Beetlejuice as he silently stalked away from the bed. She shut her eyes as he looked back at them, before peeking through her eyelashes as he scratched at his arm.

He heaved a sigh and headed towards the roof, not even bothering using the door and just phasing through the wall. Once he was out of sight, she sat up as well. Adam was a heavy sleeper, it would take a bomb going off in the room to wake him, or a well-aimed kick to his shin, but she wanted to talk to Beetlejuice alone. Barbara slipped her robe over her nightgown, knowing that winter was well on its way and therefore the night air held a chilly bite to it.

"Again?" She asked the air as she shut the door behind her, stepping out onto the roof. Beetlejuice's head turned towards her from where he was leaning against the cresting that lined the edge of the roof. "How many nights is this? Six?"

He looked away again, out into the dark forest, and she approached. "Two, actually."

"Two days?" She scoffed in disbelief. If he thought he was going to lie to her, he was sorely wrong.

He shot her a wild grin. "Weeks."

Barbara stilled, slowly turning her head to glare at Beetlejuice who unapologetically smiled at her. "Excuse me? I think I misheard you."

"You didn't sweet-cheeks. Two weeks. I can go longer," he boasted, cracking his fingers before placing them behind his head and leaning backwards to stare up at the stars. "I don't need as much sleep as you breathers do."

Barbara shook her head, dumbfounded. "You still need sleep, though, Beetle. Are you kidding me? You think you're indestructible, but you're not."

He just shot her another grin. "Who knows. Maybe I am. Record was seven and a half, by the way. Not that you care."

"Seven weeks, Beetlejuice!" She watched him wince, and she really wasn't sorry about using his full name. "That's insane. What the hell is wrong with you?"

He tilted his head and sat up, glowering. "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you? Coming out here to yell at me. What I do at night is my own business."

"It's everyone else's business when you're hurting yourself!" He scoffed, as if he didn't believe her and she gestured towards him angrily. "Look at you! Your eye bags have eye bags. Your hands shake all the time. You're irritable, more so than normal. And reckless, again, more than usual."

"I always have eye bags, first of all," he argued, crossing his arms. "And my hands don't shake, your eyes are playin' tricks on you, Babs. And, I'm always reckless, it's in my nature. And don't you call me irritable, when you come out here and start berating me. I'm fine." Contrary to his words, his hair started to go a dull red at the tips, betraying his annoyance. It only grew when he physically bit back a yawn, jaw muscles straining.

"You're not fine, Beej. Please come to bed, this isn't healthy," she pleaded, holding her hand out to him.

He batted it away and glared venomously at her. "I'm not going to bed just so I can spend hours staring at the ceiling," he spat at her, turning his back to her and staring down the length of the roof. His words echoed in the night air and he froze as he realized what he said. He turned around, hands raised as he stumbled over his words, trying to rescind what he just said. "Wait, I-that wasn't what I- What I meant to say was-"

"What's keeping you awake, Junebug?" Barbara asked quietly, kneeling beside him. She placed a hand on his arm and frowned at the chill that seeped into her skin. He usually ran really warm, so it must've been colder out here than she realized. One of the benefits/curses of being a ghost was the fact a lot of temperatures were muted.

"Nothing is keeping me awake, I choose to stay awake. When else am I supposed to have time away from you breathers?" His argument was weak, and he didn't look at her, eyes darting back and forth between the forest's edge and the upper parts of the roof.

"Well, if nothing is keeping you awake, then you'll come back inside and back to bed then?" She tried, knowing exactly what he'd say.

"No! I mean… no." Yep, exactly what she thought.

She took one of his hands in both of hers and could feel it shaking, whether from the cold, or his lack of sleep, or something else though, she didn't know. "Beeble, come back to bed."

"Babs…" he sighed, but didn't pull his hand back. He didn't move, either, though, and just frowned at their hands. "I don't want to."

"Why not?" He ran his free hand aggressively through his hair, so much so she was afraid he'd rip out some of it. She released his hand with one of hers and grabbed his other hand, pulling both to her chest. "Tell me? Please?"

He rolled his eyes, but the hint of a smile curled at his lips. "Well, I guess since you asked so nicely…" he groaned and let his head drop backwards. "They're back." She didn't need to ask what 'they' were. She already knew.

His nightmares.

"Why didn't you tell me, or Adam?"

"Didn't wanna bother ya. 's bad enough I'm taking up space in your bed, I didn't wanna keep you up by playing baby-sitter with me every night. It's easier to not sleep than to risk waking one of you two up because of my bullshit."

"You wouldn't be bothering me or Adam because of your nightmares, Junebug. In fact, we'd rather you wake one of us than deal with them by yourself, or worse, doing this."

He barked out a laugh, though it lacked any amount of mirth. "I know, Babsy, that's the problem. You two are so willing to jump in and help me every time." He grinned coldly up at the sky, tilting his head disconcertingly to stare at her with two glowing eyes. "You shouldn't need to, I should be able to deal with it on my own. I'd been alone for hundreds of years, you'd think I'd have figured it out by now."

It was too late to be having this discussion, Barbara thought to herself. Unfortunately, they were having it now. She sighed tiredly. "Beej, you know Adam and I love you. We'd never begrudge you for needing help, just like you wouldn't begrudge us, or Lydia, or even Delia and Charles for needing help. Why is it so different for you?"

"Because…" that threw him for a loop and his grin faded. "Because it is. It has to be. You guys are, or were, human. I wasn't."

"What's that have to do with the price of tea in China?"

"What?" He snorted out a laugh and turned his head the right way around to give her a confused smile. "What the hell does that mean?"

"What does you not being a human have to do with anything?" She rephrased, rolling her eyes. He opened his mouth immediately but she cut him off. "And don't say because you're a demon, so it's different." His mouth snapped shut with an annoyed look.

He mulled over it for a moment. "We're not supposed to be soft, or have feelings, or be bothered by anything but our own wants and goals," he eventually shrugged, before wiggling his fingers. "Not about stupid shit like nightmares or our own thoughts or whatever."

She was too tired to deal with this. She knew she should assure him that it was perfectly okay for him to not be okay, for him to have hurts and fears, but her exhaustion was catching up to her and she wanted nothing more than the warmth of her bed. "Come back to bed, I'm done talking about this. We'll talk about it in the morning."

"Okay." He allowed her to pull him to his feet and lead him inside. She brought him over to the bed and allowed him to crawl into the middle. She watched him immediately press his cold feet against Adam's leg, and the sleeping man groaned in annoyance but didn't wake.

"And no escaping, or I'll be very mad at you," she warned, sliding under the covers beside him. "Wake one of us if you need to."

"Alright."

She snuggled up next to him, wrapping her arms around his chest and feeling him drape an arm over her waist. His thumb rubbed against her back. She closed her eyes and pillowed her head on his arm.

"Oh, and Lovebug? It's okay to need help, even for demons." She murmured quietly, letting sleep overtake her. She didn't hear his next words as she dropped off into sleep.

"I don't know."

#Beetlejuice #Beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice broadway #barbara maitland #beetlelands #fanfic #fanfiction #veej's rambles

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xxghost-zombie-jesus · 2 years

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"I'm sorry you had to see me like that."

Anyway, onto the fic!

Prompt: "I'm sorry you had to see me like that." Requester: @beetlejuicebrainrot Warnings: Meltdowns, Unhealthy coping methods, self harm, blood, overstimulation (of the ADHD/Autism variety) Word Count: 3,728 Read on AO3

"Have you seen Bug?"

He had been missing for the better part of the day, after he had gotten into arguments with both Delia and Lydia in the course of an hour. It was almost as if he had woken up on the wrong side of the bed that morning, coming downstairs already irritable and only getting worse as the day progressed. After his two arguments he had told everyone to go fuck themselves and disappeared upstairs.

Lydia didn't look up from her homework as she shook her head. "Nah, he hasn't been around, which is great because I can do this math without him trying to eat my homework." The way her hand clenched around her pen betrayed her worry, and Adam smiled at her in sympathy.

"Alright, thank you, Lydia. I'm sure we'll find him eventually. He's probably hiding on the roof or something."

"Yeah, you're probably right. Tell him he isn't allowed to use my Switch until he stops being an asshole, though."

"I'll tell him to apologize," Adam agreed, turning around to leave her room. Shaking his head at Barbara who hovered nearby, he shrugged to show no one had any idea where the demon had gone.

Despite what he had told Lydia, Barbara and he had already checked the roof, thoroughly, and hadn't seen one sign of the demon. It was unusual because that was where he usually went when he was upset or wanted to hide, so the fact he wasn't there left the two ghosts on edge.

There was only one place no one had looked, yet: his room. On the off-chance he had been there, no one wanted to intrude on his privacy, and wanted to give him space. "Should we…" Adam trailed off but gestured to the room down the hall.

"I think we've given him enough time to cool off, don't you?" He agreed with Barbara, but was still hesitant to intrude on one of the places that Beetlejuice called his own. "I'm worried about him," she continued. "I don't like when he's this quiet."

No one did. Quietness and Beej went together like sodium and water–that was to say, rather badly and typically explosively. He was quiet when he was scheming, or actively doing something, or, less amusingly, brooding or really upset. And with how the day had been going, there were only two options that it could be.

Adam sighed and nodded. "Me neither. Do you want to go first?" He didn't want to admit that he didn't want to be the first one into the room, a little afraid of what they'd come across. He'd go, he was worried about Beetlejuice, and wasn't about to leave him to whatever was bothering him, but he'd rather have a buffer to prepare himself.

Thank God Barbara understood and silently took the lead. They headed down the hall, and stopped in front of the garishly decorated door. Stickers and little plastic bugs and snakes were glued to the wood, as well as a strip of fake caution tape, and a crudely-made sign that said "Beej's Room." Barbara raised her hand and knocked. "Lovebug, you in there?"

There wasn't an answer, and Adam called next, "Bugsy? We're worried about you." Still nothing, and the Maitlands shared a worried look.

"Beej, we're coming in," Barbara warned, grabbing the doorknob. Both were fully prepared to phase through the door if push came to shove, but to their surprise the door was unlocked. Slowly Barbara opened it before stepping through. Adam followed quickly behind her, and the two glanced around the room.

While his room had been messy the few times the Maitlands had seen it, this was something else entirely. It looked like a storm, or a very angry demon, had ripped through it. Shelves were torn from the wall, items lay broken and scattered across the floor, the bedside tables were on the opposite side of the room from their usual place next to the bed. The dresser was overturned, clothes spilled out from the open and smashed drawers, and the lamp was on the ground, though miraculously unharmed aside from an askew shade.

There was even a sizable hole in the wall, like he had punched through it. and claw marks scored into every available surface. The overwhelming feeling of panic, rage, and something they couldn't quite parse permeated the air, a heavy blanket that settled over the room. The feelings were so strong that they were an almost physical thing to the two ghosts, and whether it was some power they didn't have control over, or a side effect of Beetlejuice's they didn't know.

"Beetle?" Barbara asked, worry straining her voice. She and Adam split up, Adam heading towards the en-suite bathroom and Barbara towards the only thing that lay untouched, aside from missing blankets: the bed.

The door was slightly ajar, the light on and glowing through the crack, and Adam knocked twice. "Bug? Are you in there?" Nothing. Adam pushed open the door and the first thing he noticed was the shattered mirror, glass sparkling sickeningly in the light. The second thing he noticed was the blood splattered across the floor, dark nearly-black blood.

It was smeared across the sink, the walls, even the ceiling in drying streaks in the vague shape of a hand. The floor was stained with it, drying tackily against the broken glass and tile.

"B-Barbara?" Adam called warily over his shoulder. "Can you… could you come here? Please?"

"Did you find him?" She sounded hopeful as she headed his way.

"N… No. No it's… um. It's bad."

He heard her approach, unable to tear his eyes away from the carnage, and flinched when Barbara gasped in his ear. "Oh my God. What happened?" It looked like he had gotten in a fight, and lost, and now they couldn't find him.

Adam finally turned to his wife and grabbed her arms. He could feel himself shaking, could feel his phantom heart pounding in his chest, could feel his breath choking him. "Oh, God, Barbara. He's obviously hurt. What if he's seriously hurt, or dying, or-or worse, and we can't find him. Why can't we find him? What if we never–"

Barbara placed her hands on either side of his face. "Hey, hey, look at me." She stared him in the eye, conviction burning brightly in her green irises. "We'll find him."

"Yeah, yeah, you're right. We'll find him. But… he's not okay. There's no way he's okay, not…" Adam looked back at the bathroom and grimaced. "Not after seeing this."

"We'll find him, and we'll make sure whatever happened won't happen again. It'll be okay." Barbara sounded so convinced that everything would be fine that Adam couldn't help but believe her, and he felt the tiniest amount of tension leech from his shoulders. "He'll be okay."

"I hope you're right."

There was a noise behind him and both ghosts whirled around, Barbara with her fists raised and Adam's own fists clenching at his sides, but nothing in the room had changed. It looked exactly like it had when they first entered. Except…

Adam nudged Barbara's arm and pointed underneath the bed, where an unnatural darkness loomed, obscuring everything underneath. Everything but the pair of glowing eyes staring at them from the inky blackness. Barbara lowered her hands when she saw what Adam was looking for and took a step forward. "Beetle?"

Whoever–or whatever–was underneath the bed didn't answer, but the eyes blinked slowly, warily, and watched as Barbara approached. Adam followed right behind her and stopped a step back, both of them crouching and peering under the bed. "Bug, that is you, right?" Adam asked the eyes, and they glanced at him before blinking again.

Adam sat down, making sure his movements were as slow and deliberate as possible, and Barbara followed suit a moment after. The darkness under the bed seemed to lighten slightly, and Adam could just make out the misshapen lump attached to the pair of eyes hiding within it. Well, that answered where all the blankets from the bed went.

"Do you want to come out?" Barbara kept her voice light and steady, despite the worry obviously eating at her.

"No."

It was the first thing they had heard from Beetlejuice in hours, and his voice sounded rougher than it usually did. Forget gargling glass and smoking since he was two, it sounded as if his vocal chords were completely shredded and then haphazardly pieced back together again. Adam wondered if he had been screaming, and did something so no one would hear it.

"That's okay, Bug," Adam smiled reassuringly. "You can stay under there if it makes you feel safe. Though, usually people are afraid of under the bed. Guess that makes you the boogeyman?"

There was a tiny, barely-there laugh from Beetlejuice, and Adam considered it a small victory. He didn't want to upset the already upset demon further, but there was still the issue of the bathroom and the… blood.

"Hey, Beej," Barbara started slowly, and his eyes slid towards her. "We saw the bathroom." She let it hang for a moment, to give him a chance to explain, or weasel his way out of talking, or anything, but he just stared unnervingly at her, no longer blinking. "What happened?"

Adam watched in muted fascination as Beetlejuice's pupils grew and shrank as he thought, his stare never leaving Barbara. Then, to their surprise, the darkness all but faded, now only a normal shadow instead of whatever glamor or mirage he had put over it. They could clearly see Beetlejuice now, curled up under a pile of blankets with only the upper part of his face poking out. Even his hair was obscured underneath the numerous blankets.

The demon shifted, and pulled one of his arms–his right–out from the safety of the cocoon he had made. The second it hit the light of the room Adam flinched backwards with a quiet, "Jesus!" while Barbara's hands flew up to cover her mouth.

His arm was littered with a number of wounds, from obvious bite marks that still oozed blood sluggishly to deep tears that practically flayed his skin from his arm. His hand had a ton of small, yet probably deep cuts that were the worst around his bruised knuckles. There was barely a patch of skin that didn't have a wound or was covered in blood. After a moment he pulled his arm back into the blankets.

It took Adam a second to find his voice, but when he did he could only utter a weak, "why?"

Beetlejuice's eyes turned towards him with their unending stare, and Adam had to force himself to not shiver under their intensity. The blankets moved as Beetlejuice must've shrugged, and it pulled them off his head a little bit, revealing a bit of his hair. It was a motley of dark red, orange, and a pale yellow-green.

Adam wracked his brain to try and remember the chart, since he wasn't about to get up to grab it. Dark red was… pain. And orange was danger? Or alarm. And the pale yellow-green was, he thought, anxious? Yeah, yeah that sounded right.

"Why did you do this?" Adam asked again, forcing his voice to stay gentle and not betray the intense, bone-crushing worry and fear that was settling in his chest. He didn't want to force Beetlejuice to talk, but they desperately needed to know what had led to this, and why. Adam shifted until he was laying on his stomach facing Beetlejuice, who watched his movement with rapt attention. "Can you speak right now?"

"Yeah," Beetlejuice rasped, finally tearing his eyes away from the Maitlands and lowering them to the floor. Another color appeared in his hair, a twinge of light pink. Embarrassment, or shame. The blankets moved, unraveling further, though it seemed Beetlejuice didn't seem to notice. He growled, low and upset, but it was seemingly directed at himself because he squeezed his eyes shut, tips of his hair bleeding into a bright red.

He brought up his other arm, just as torn up as his right, and dug the claws of his right into his flesh before burying his teeth into his skin. "Stupid," they heard him mumble around his arm and Adam wanted to grab him to stop him, but worried it would only make things worse.

"Hey, hey, Bug, can you look at me?" Adam didn't care how desperate his voice sounded now, just needing Beetlejuice's attention on him and Barbara and not his own thoughts. Only one of his eyes cracked open to land on Adam, but Adam would take it. "I know you don't like talking about these things, but…"

"But," Barbara took over for him, voice soothingly soft. "You know it helps. All we want to do is help you, okay? But we can't know how unless you tell us what's wrong." She offered her hand and Adam did as well, palms up and waiting. "Will you come out?"

Beetlejuice's eyes darted from each of their faces to their outstretched hands rapidly, and for a moment it looked like he was going to refuse, but he, achingly slowly, let go of his own arm, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before wiping his hand on the blankets, and reached out to them. He hesitated before taking their hands in bone-crushingly strong grips, fingers curling desperately around them.

He kicked himself out of the pile of blankets and crawled forward, conjuring a second pair of arms so he wouldn't have to let go of their hands. The second he was no longer under the bed he let the extra arms melt away and instead sat on his knees, refusing to look at either of the Maitlands.

"Thank you, so much, Bug," Adam grinned, some of his shot nerves soothing, though he still glanced down at Beetlejuice's arms with a flinch. Adam squeezed his hand back slightly, thankful that he didn't really have blood and therefore didn't have to worry about losing feeling in Beetlejuice's grip.

"First thing's first, we should do something about those wounds," Barbara took charge, conjuring up a roll of bandages and some antiseptic and laying them aside. "Is that okay?"

"Mmm," Beetlejuice hummed, hair shifting through a number of colors too quickly for Adam to pinpoint before setting back on the four colors from before: dark red, orange, pale yellow-green, and the barest amount of pink streaked through. He let go of Barbara's hand, though he looked like he didn't want to.

Adam scooted closer and wrapped his free arm around the demon's shoulder, feeling him press back against his chest. Beetlejuice gave a shuddering breath and held his arm out for Barbara to gently take. He didn't even flinch as she dabbed at his skin with the antiseptic even though Adam knew it must sting, and instead just turned his head far enough to hide in Adam's neck, all three ignoring the worrying crack that resounded from the movement. Yeah, necks weren't built to turn that far, but Beej was a demon who didn't conform to human standards.

"You really worried us, Beetle," Adam rubbed his upper arm in small circles, feeling the full force of Beetlejuice's shaking against him. The demon just made a strangled noise and pressed his face further against Adam's neck. "You disappeared all day. Were you in here all day?"

He nodded, forehead pressing against Adam's neck with the movement and hair brushing against his jaw. "Sorry," his breath tickled Adam's throat and he couldn't help but squirm a little, shoulder instinctively raising. Beej didn't seem to mind and didn't budge, or he didn't notice.

"Don't apologize, not for that. Everyone needs their space. What we want to know, Lovebug, is what happened? Why'd you… hurt yourself? So badly, too." Barbara finished cleaning up his right arm, pressing a kiss to his palm before silently asking for his left. He hesitated, not wanting to let go of Adam's hand, but Adam took his right hand instead.

After letting go and letting Barbara gently take his now-freed arm, Beetlejuice shrugged. "Dunno," he sighed, shifting his face away from Adam's neck and instead letting it simply rest against the ghost's shoulder. "Felt bad."

"Bad how?" Adam used his free hand to start petting Beetlejuice's hair, gently untangling the knots there from how many times he must have run his hands through it.

Beetlejuice worried at his bottom lip, chewing on it in thought as he moved his legs to be sitting cross-legged instead of on his knees. "I don't know. Bad."

Adam felt bad about pressing, but he knew it was sometimes the only way to get Beetlejuice to figure out his own feelings. "What kind of bad?"

"Bad! I don't know!" He growled, but despite the sound his hair didn't change and it came out weak and tired instead of bold and scary like he probably had hoped. "I don't know. I don't know." He fell silent for a moment, eyebrows scrunched together, before he continued. "Too much. Too loud, too quiet. Everything felt bad and hurt and pissed me off. My own skin hurt."

That sounded oddly familiar to Adam, though he dealt with it a lot differently. "Oh. Were you perhaps overstimulated, Beetle?"

Beetlejuice tilted his head to give Adam a puzzled look. "Huh? But we didn't–"

"Not in that way," Adam hurried to correct, blushing slightly. "Did it feel like every time you touched something, anything, even your shirt or your own skin, that it hurt? And people talking was too much, but if they weren't talking you could hear every little thing, like the fridge buzzing or the water in the pipes? Were your own thoughts too big and loud for your head, but you couldn't get them to stop?"

Beej frowned at Adam and nodded, tilting his head slightly. "Yeah… how'd you know?"

"Ah, I've dealt with it myself, actually. Yeah, sounds like a textbook case of overstimulation. Did you sleep last night?" A shake of his head. "The night before?" Another, more hesitant shake. "The night before that?" A third, barely-there shake and Adam sighed. "That'll factor into it, Beetle."

"Usually Adam comes to me about it when he feels like that, and then goes to find a quiet corner to listen to quiet classical music underneath our weighted blanket," Barbara added as she finished up, kissing this hand too before letting it drop. "He usually caught it before it got too bad but… I can see why you wouldn't realize until things got to be too much."

"Has it happened before?"

Beetlejuice shrugged, "probably. I always thought it was just my brain being stupid, honestly," he admitted quietly.

"And how do you usually deal with it, Beeble?" Barbara scooted to the side Adam wasn't at and wrapped her arm around his waist, laying her head against his shoulder.

"Like this. Feels good breaking things."

"Does that include yourself?"

Beetlejuice fell quiet and a few more streaks of pink appeared in his hair. He lifted his head off Adam's shoulder and ducked it, and pulled his hand from Adam's to start twisting his fingers together. He picked nervously at his nails, then at the bandages, then at the little bit of skin that wasn't wrapped before his hands were grabbed and pulled away from each other.

"It helps. The… pain. And the blood. It helps the thoughts, bleeds them out. I–" His mouth hung open for a moment before he snapped it shut with a click of his teeth, deciding to not say what he was going to say.

"Is there anything that could help? Maybe coming to someone before it gets bad enough that it gets to this point?" Adam suggested.

"The thoughts are always this bad," Beetlejuice muttered so quietly under his breath that neither Adam nor Barbara could understand it.

"What?" They both asked at the same time.

"Said, 'yeah I guess I could try,' dumbasses," and it wasn't what he had said, Adam could tell that much, but he had done enough badgering and prying for the day and was willing to let it go.

"That's all we ask, Junebug," Barbara smiled gratefully at him, and Beetlejuice managed to smile back. He flushed when she pressed a kiss against his cheek, and ducked his head when Adam kissed his temple. His smile broadened slightly, and his hair started fading back to it's normal green, albeit with pink tips.

"I'm, uh, I'm sorry you had to see me like that," Beetlejuice sighed, wearily.

"Everyone has their bad days, Bug, even self-proclaimed 'Ghosts with the Most'." Adam grinned and stood up, pulling up Beetlejuice and subsequently Barbara along with him. "We should clean up a bit. See what we can salvage."

"Oh," Beetlejuice pulled his hand from Adam's and waved it in the air. The room began to piece itself back together, tables righting themselves and clothes piling messily back into drawers, the shelves and their knick-knacks reattaching to the wall. The clinking of glass from the bathroom alerted them to the mirror being put back together in the bathroom. "Ta-dah." It was said so matter-of-factly, without any fanfare, that Adam snorted in amusement.

"That's convenient," Barbara laughed, delighted at the rare show of non-chaotic power from Beetlejuice.

"Can't do nothin' about the blood," he shrugged, as if it didn't bother him. And it probably didn't. "I'll clean it later."

"Or you can go lay down in bed and we'll clean it," Adam offered, already herding Beetlejuice to the now kind-of-made bed. Beetlejuice didn't struggle and allowed himself to be lightly guided towards the bed where he curled up amongst the blankets.

He watched them as Adam and Barbara geared up to face the horrors of the bathroom. "Thank you," he murmured from behind them. "For… helping me."

"It's nothing, we'll always help you, Beeble," Barbara gave him a pair of thumbs up, and he rolled his eyes with a laugh.

"We'll always be there for you when you need it. You do have to apologize to Lydia for earlier though. Or she won't lend you her Switch anymore." Beetlejuice whined dramatically from his place amongst the blankets. "I know, but you did yell at her."

"Didn't mean it."

"She doesn't know that."

"Uuuuuuugh."

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice broadway #adam maitland #barbara maitland #lydia deetz #fanfic #fanfiction #veej's rambles #beetlelands

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xxghost-zombie-jesus · 2 years

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(Click the images for the full list of colors.) On the chart, the brighter color is the actual color, while the darker color is his 'roots' in his hair. I'll also have a written list below becaue my handwriting is a little messy.

Headcanon time for Beej's Mood Ring hair, fuck it we ball. Under the cut.

Color List:

Red Dull | Annoyance Bright | Anger Dark | Hurt/In Pain

Orange Light | Disgust Bright | Alarmed/Worried/In Danger Dull | Dread/Apprehension

Yellow Light | Content Bright | Extreme Joy/Bliss Yellow-Green Pale | Unwell/Anxious Bright | Nauseous/Sick

Green Normal | Neutral Bright | Happy Dull | Tired Dark | Protective

Teal Greener | Excitement Bluer | Mischievous

Blue Light | Peaceful Bright | Sadness Dark/Navy | Very Sad

Purple Light | Platonic Love Bright | Depressed Dark | Very Depressed

Pink Light | Slight Embarrassment Bright | Extreme Embarrassment Magenta (More Red) | Romantic Love Fuchsia (More Purple) | Familial Love

Monochrome White | Fear Gray | Confusion Black | Numb/Full Depressive Episode

Before he was brought to life, Beetlejuice felt few emotions, and only ever one at a time. These were Normal (green), Anger and Pain (red), Depression (purple/black), and Fear (white) (and Horniness but that's not a color <3).

After he was brought to life for that brief moment, and then killed, it basically unlocked a bunch of new feelings, and he feels all the time now. He also feels multiple things at once, so his hair has changed to accommodate this.

He can feel when his hair changes color, and can guestimate the color based off what he's feeling, but sometimes he doesn't know certain feelings and/or the colors associated with them, so he's just as shocked as everyone else.

For the most part the brighter the color the stronger his feelings, for example dull red is annoyance while bright red is anger. This isn't a hard rule, because certain emotions get darker (purple to black), and other don't change.

If Beej is feeling one emotion really strongly, his entire head of hair changes to that color.

If he's feeling two emotions, or slowly shifting towards an emotion it starts at the tips of his hair, as evident in the third image.

If he's feeling a lot at once, or wildly fluctuating between emotions random chunks and streaks of hair will change, as shown in the fourth image.

His pupils/ring of color, tie, moss, etc will match the strongest emotion, which will be whatever the base and bulk of his hair is. If his entire head is one color, everything will match, with exceptions. (His moss doesn't change if he's tired or in a depressive episode, for example)

In his "human" form his 'roots' don't change color.

Certain emotions will change the color of his suit and stripes, as well, like anger and embarrassment.

#beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice broadway #beetlejuice #veej's rambles #the chart is subject to be updated as i come up with more colors #i like my headcanons convoluted and complicated uwu

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What do you think about Charles and Lydia? I see their relationship at the beginning as two people who were both grieving so deeply they couldn’t understand how the other person was grieving. Charles thought Lydia did it too much and she thought he didn’t do it enough, but when they talked (finally) they were each able to see the other side

Ouch, this hurts.

I'm going about this using the 5 stages of grief. If you don't know what they are, they're Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance.

The thing about the stages? They don't have to happen in a linear order, hell they don't have to happen in that order. Some people get stuck pretty hard in one spot, others flip between different stages, some go through them in a different order. Grief is tricky, it's hard, it's all consuming, it sucks.

In the beginning of the musical, both of them are grieving a lost family member.

Lydia lost her mom. The person she looked up to the most, the person she felt closest to.

Charles lost his wife, his best friend, the woman he had expected to spend his entire life with.

We'll start with Lydia.

Throughout the musical, she flips through three stages, anger, depression, and bargaining. She's angry at her dad for moving on, for him moving her to a new house in a new state, at Delia for trying to replace her mom, for trying to make her forget her pain and suffering She's angry at the world, at her mom for dying, at herself for letting it happen. She's angry, she's in pain, and it hurts so damn much and no one seems to take her pain seriously.

She bargains. With her dad, begging him to go home, to talk about Dead Mom, to just listen to her. She begs her mom for a sign, to take Lydia with her and to not leave her behind, to help her. She begs Beetlejuice for help when she has nothing else to lose, nothing else to fight with. She begs to be seen and heard and understood as a grieving child, as someone who needs help and isn't getting it.

She's depressed. She has nothing to live for, she has no one to live for. He mom is gone, her dad can barely look at her, she left her friends and her life behind when they moved. She lost everything that made life worth it and can't move on. She thinks the only way out is to join her mother in death, and is only stopped when Beetlejuice convinces her that it isn't worth it.

Lydia is hurt. She is so undeniably, understandably hurt. By everyone around her, by herself, by her own Dead Mom. No one seems to take it seriously because they're caught up in their own issues and cycles and problems, and it's a horrid feedback loop of feeding on negative emotions onto to lash out when someone finally does offer a hand, only for them to then pull away because in her hurt, she hurts people around her, too.

She's angry, she's hurting, she's breaking apart, and no one even cares to see it. The first person to even acknowledge it is Beetlejuice, and he really doesn't get it, does he? He's selfish and really only wants to use her for his own gain, but somehow, oddly, it helps. A little. In a very bad way, but she's finally been seen by someone who accepts that this, this horribly anguished 15 year old, is who she is.

Charles, on the other hand, is stuck firmly in the denial stage. He's not denying that Emily is gone. That is a fact, one he has come to terms with. She's dead, and gone, and there's no coming back from it. He's not in denial of Emily's passing. He's in denial of his own grief and anguish. He won't let himself feel pain, he won't let himself take the time to grief the love of his life, or the life she left behind. He can't make himself think or talk about her, or talk to Lydia, or be there for his own daughter when she needs him the most. Because it hurts too much, so instead of taking the time to process that, he just. Doesn't.

And that's it, isn't it? The problem. In his denial of his own grief, he thinks he's at the acceptance stage. He accepted that Emily died, that things have changed (for the better? worse? he isn't sure but they changed). But he's not there. He hasn't moved on at all. He's only shoved everything as deep inside him as possible and pretends to be alright, to everyone around him, but most importantly, to himself. He refuses to take even a moment to let himself feel, so instead he becomes stone.

Emotionless, strong, sturdy. He can't break down, because what is there to break down about? He's fine, he's adapted, he's moved on. His daughter is just being overdramatic, she'll move on. She's just being an angsty teen, doesn't everyone have a phase like that? He can't see she's hurting, because he can't see he, himself, is just as hurt. You can't douse the fire from inside the house.

I feel like, before Emily died, Lydia and Charles were close. But her death hurt both of them so much that they pulled away, one buried herself in thorns, and the other incased himself in stone, and a rift formed between them. Both are unable to talk, because Lydia doesn't know how to anymore without lashing out, and Charles is so out of his depth with his own emotion that he can't process others' anymore, either.

They can't see eye to eye, because they're both stubborn. Both think their way of grieving is the only way. Lydia thinks that if Charles isn't outwardly showing how hurt he is, that he obviously didn't love Emily enough, and that he doesn't love her, either. Charles thinks that Lydia is being difficult for difficult's sake, and doesn't actually feel like that, instead she is fine and just lashing out because she can. Neither understand that people can process grief in different ways, and neither have the mental health or the strength to talk.

That's why their discussion in Home is so powerful to me. Because they finally do talk. They finally show each other exactly how much they're hurting. Lydia is able to finally talk to her dad without hurting herself and him in the process, and Charles is finally able to accept that he's hurting, he's grieving, and it only served to make everything so much worse than if he had let himself just feel.

Lydia saw her dad cared just as much as she did, if not more. Emily was his everything, too. He loved her, so much. And he couldn't bear to be without her, just like Lydia. But he couldn't let himself be open to the hurt and the emotional bleeding and the grief so instead he shut down emotionally.

Charles saw that Lydia wasn't just some teenager fighting against everything because she could, but as a scared, anguished child who was so lost, with no one to be there for her and no one but herself to lean on. She lashed out because it was the only way she knew how to get noticed.

They finally understand each other, in a way they hadn't before. They're so similar, and both have the capacity for so much love and hurt and feeling, but they process things differently, and that lead to a divide between them. A divide neither of them could bridge until the storm hit its peak, and then began to fade, and they could finally see the other side.

They can only come out stronger from this. And they do. Lydia finally begins to realize that the world didn't start and end with Emily, and that there are things worth living for, even if it doesn't feel like it all the time. People love and care for her, and she isn't alone. And Charles starts to realize that it's okay to hurt, and feel, and grieve, because without the bad feelings, the good ones are shallow and meaningless. It's just a facade, a mask, meaningless and ultimately destructive to his relationships.

In the end they come to an understanding, an appreciation about the other, an outlook on things that they had been lacking before. And they finally have someone who can be there and understand what they're going through. A father struggling to accept he's grieving, and his daughter who's struggling to accept the help she so desperately craves.

#veej's rambles #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice broadway #beetlejuice #charles deetz #lydia deetz #character analysis #asks from the recently deceased #thank you for this ask #i hope you like whatever this was. it got a lot longer than i was expecting.#this really hurt me to write but idk its true. they're both so hurt and broken #and its only after they realize this and that they both miss emily #that they can finally begin to heal. together.#i added a readmore bc it was long and i feel bad

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xxghost-zombie-jesus · 2 years

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Fandoms: Beetlejuice - Perfect/Brown & King, Beetlejuice - All Media Types Relationships: Beetlejuice & Charles Deetz, Beetlejuice & Lydia Deetz Characters: Beetlejuice (Beetlejuice), Charles Deetz, Lydia Deetz Additional Tags: post-musical, musical verse, Past Child Abuse, Victim Blaming, Juno should be a tw all by herself, Self Harm, Beetlejuice Has Mood Ring Hair (Beetlejuice), past trauma, Some of the other characters are mentioned but don't officially appear so they're not tagged, no beetlebabes, Lydia and Beej are weird siblings, Apologies, please tell me if i missed any tags and i'll add them, No Beta we die like Newly-Deads, Beej has Autism and ADHD, Lydia also has austism, they got that autistic swag sue me, homophobic slur. Breaking the Fourth Wall, (this is beej we're talking about come on), Hurt/Comfort Words: 6961 Chapters: 1/1

"Don't you have something better to do than annoy me?" It was less of a yell than a loud snapped remark, but the raised voice had the same effect in the end. Beetlejuice heard the frustration bleeding through Chuck's voice, at knew he had fucked up. He fully expected a blow to follow, and prepared himself before remembering this was Charles', not his m- Not Juno, but it was too late. He knew the other man had seen his flinch. He had seen the regret in Charles' eyes the second the words were out of his mouth, and Beetlejuice knew his hair was an embarrassing white at the tips, could feel the fear creeping up his spine, blanching his hair as it went.

After being snapped at by Charles, Beetlejuice hides on the roof to mope. It doesn't help his mood that it's raining, but he already made his decision so he's staying put. It's not like anyone's looking for him, anyway.

#Veej's Rambles #beetlejuice #beetlejuice the musical #lydia deetz #charles deetz #fanfic #fanfiction

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xxghost-zombie-jesus · 2 years

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Fandom: Beetlejuice - Perfect/Brown & King Relationships: Beetlejuice/Adam Maitland/Barbara Maitland (Mentioned), Beetlejuice & Lydia Deetz Characters: Beetlejuice (Beetlejuice), Lydia Deetz, Adam Maitland, Barbara Maitland, Delia Deetz, Charles Deetz, Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: creepy old guy, its not beej for once, Perverted Original Character, Original Character is a Pervert, Underaged Flirting, Homophobic Language, Beetlejuice Has Mood Ring Hair (Beetlejuice), protective Beetlejuice, No one bothers Lydia and gets away with it, Halloween, Canon-Typical Behavior, Mind fuckery, Possession, Transformation, Demon Magic, No Beta we die like Newly-Deads, Canon-typical language, Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Sexual Harassment, Beej and Lydia are bffff forever, and Siblings - Freeform, not beetlebabes, Beetlejuice is Autistic and has ADHD, Lydia is Autistic Words: 5207 Chapters: 1/1

She was in a rather unpopulated part of the room, backed into a corner by a greasy-looking man, close to Chuckle's age. Maybe a little younger. He had one hand pressed against the wall and his opposite leg pressed against hers, effectively pinning her in place. Beetlejuice's eyes narrowed as he approached unnoticed. "Stop it, creep," Lydia spat as the man's free hand landed on her waist, and Beetlejuice didn't care who saw as teleported over. No one messed with Lydia, especially not gross old men who couldn't take a hint. She was a child for fuck's sake.

Beetlejuice is lurking around the Halloween party when he hears Lydia start yelling. When he finds her pinned against the wall by some creep, he takes matters into his own hands. No one, and he means no one will ever lay a hand on Lydia and walk away unharmed.

#Beetlejuice #beetlejuice the musical #Lydia Deetz #barbara maitland #adam maitland #beetlands #veej's rambles #fanfiction #fanfic #charles deetz #delia deetz

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xxghost-zombie-jesus · 1 year

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someone please please please ask me about my thoughts about anything beetlejuice related. im talking certain characters, certain relationships (platonic or romantic [beetlelands only]), over analyzing the musical itself and character's actions in them, headcanons, anything.

i need to scream and i feel bad only talking to one (1) person. if you want to do it privately that's fine to! hmu and we can talk on discord or thru the tumblr message system or smth.

#veej's rambles #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice #beetlejuice broadway

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xxghost-zombie-jesus · 2 years

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TELL MY STORYYYyyyy

i redrew the screenshot my icon is from as a furry, since im a shameless furry lmaO. i was too lazy to figure out a pose for myself so i just did a draw-over.

i like to think he's a fucked up striped hyena, like u glance at him and go "oh okay a weird smelly dog." and then u keep looking at him and notice so much is kind of fucked up, like, striped hyenas usually aren't pure gray, or that big, or covered in moss, or have that many teeth jesus christ thats a lot of teeth how the fuck-

#Veej's Rambles #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice #beetlejuice fanart #betelgeuse #anthro art #anthro au #furry au #redraw #fanart

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xxghost-zombie-jesus · 2 years

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Okay okay okay, some non super-cartoony/chibi Beej. No fullbody bc I don't got time for it rn >3>; (I swear I'll draw literally anyone else eventually, this moldy man is just so fun to draw LMAO, sorry not sorry jfhdkjshfs)

Some HCs about him under the cut, if you're interested.

"Human" Guise (aka his glamored version)

This is how he appeared to the Deetzes and Maitlands during the musical, he thinks it makes him look approachable, but in reality he literally looks like a hobo, especially with that ratty trench-coat.

Post-musical, this is how he looks whenever non-family members are around and/or he leaves the house, including whenever he has to go guide some soul to the netherworld.

He's super pale, like, people assume he's super anemic. They don't notice the gray tinge to his skin, I guess.

His teeth are very yellow, even when he brushes them that's just what color they are. The whites of his eyes are the same color.

Even as a "human" his teeth are unnaturally sharp.

His eyes are interesting, a dull yellow-gold color that somehow no one has noticed and/or commented on. His pupils are whatever color the bulk of his hair is.

He has roots, so when people see his hair they assume it's a grown-out, kind of shoddy dye-job. The roots are brown with a green tinge, natural enough.

He can hide his moss but it takes a lot of concentration and energy. He hates having to do it because it makes him tired :(c

Normal (aka his Demon form)

His left ear has a tear out of it, and his right has a nick towards his face. He doesn't remember how he got the tear but the nick is because he used to have a piercing but it got ripped out during a scrap/fuck session with another demon.

His pupils are like a cat's, they grow and shrink depending on light-levels, his mood, and if he's in Sillay Mode. They're usually pretty slitted because there's a lot more light in the Living World vs the Netherworld.

The ring of color around his pupils change depending on his mood, as do his tie, moss, tongue, and sometimes his claws and suit stripes. They always match the base emotion he's feeling (so the base color of his hair.)

He has forever bags, no matter how much he sleeps he looks like he's been awake for two weeks straight, and the purple marks really don't help either.

He has too many teeth crammed into his mouth. He has two upper canines, which poke out of his mouth when it's closed, and more teeth than should be possible within his mouth. Kind of like a shark he also has rows of them on his upper and lower jaws, and they get replaced if broken or lost.

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice broadway #fanart #veej's rambles

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xxghost-zombie-jesus · 2 years

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BJTM Headcanons

copy and pasted from my ramblings on discord between my friend and i so they may not make sense, i don't care. enjoy!!

first, a joke that's not really a joke. iykyk

Charles: What are your pronouns Beej: What's a pronoun? Delia: Indicative but not exclusive to your gender identity Beej: Stop swearing at me Delia: Can we refer to you as they/them? Beej: But my name is… well I can't say it but you all know it. Charles: Lydia, what are Mr. Juice's pronouns? Lydia: Oh, I use He/Him for him, he doesn't really care though

He/they beej all the way, nonbinary king. he's a demon for one, and also just doesn't actually care what people call him as long as they see him, also also he will wear whatever he wants, it's all just clothing to him. in my brain beej is like "idfk what a pronoun is and i am NOT about to learn" and then, post!musical rambling ahead: so like, if beej comes back after the events of the musical, and like, yknow, they all talk and apologies go around bc no one is really w/o fault even if beej went on a little hissy-fit and almost killed them all (and was killed in return), i like to imagine they struggle w/ what to call him bc hearing his name said by breathers is like a physical tugging in his chest, and it's not painful, persay, but it's uncomfortable and attention-grabbing. And I'm sure he doesn't really want people calling him Lawrence for a few reasons (only Juno calls him that, for one, and also he doesn't look like a Lawrence), and while Lydia would have no problem calling him BJ, im sure others have their reservations bc.... the other thing that stands for LMAO so yeah, he goes by like, Beej, BJ, Beetle, Bug, Mr. Juice (when Charles is really annoyed and/or is one of his rare times of teasing the demon), B-Man (by himself), etc and only when they're out in public where other people can see him is he ever called Lawrence because he's kind of under the cover of being Lydia's older brother who came home from college, and no one really wants to explain what Beej/BJ stands for

also, he's not great at spelling in english, the rules change too much for him to keep up and also he never really cared, and he's not the best reader out there, but he's pretty fucking good with history (hey, he lived through it!), and also math, surprisingly to everyone, including himself. He wants to be good with science but the last time he thought about it they hadn't even come up with the Big Bang theory so he's… a little out of the loop. ((he's fluent in Death and in whatever language demons use, though, but it doesn't exactly translate to english, hence why he spells his name Beetlejuice when it's supposed to be Betelgeuse like the star. i imagine he's pretty good w/ like, Olde English because that's what it was when he was learning it, but it's been modernized and he's just like "fuck it spelling correctly is for chumps and grandmas anyway")) also isnt that sad? he's named after the second brightest star in Orion's belt, meaning the self-proclaimed "Ghost with the Most" will never be the best

oh another thing, beej sometimes repeats things in 3s, as kind of a callback to his curse (his name being said three times), autistic/adhd swag makin me repeat shit i say multiple times sometimes and i am totally not projecting, and also because echolalia is a bitch that i too deal with. Lydia does it too, but only once or twice, and the two sometimes get stuck in an increasingly amusing feedback loop of repeating the same dumb word back and forth until one of them snaps out of it basically once delia walked in on Beej and Lydia playing mario-kart, repeating, "bababooie" back and forth and had been doing so for 10 minutes, and continued to do so for another 5 before Delia stepped in and got their attention beej and lydia BOTH got that autistic swag, sue me. also beej probably also has ADHD but i may or may not be projecting on that front <3 idk i just like to think that beej and lydia are both just unapologetically autistic together and when people try to be rude about it to one of them the other is like "i'll literally fucking kill you and no one will ever find the body <3"

oh and i personally will be using 'beetlejuice' as the spelling for his name except in very certain circumstances (ie someone uses his true name for any reason and/or when things are being spoken about in demon tongue. i like to think beej personally butchered the spelling bc he KNEW it would piss his mom off and he was right because it DID piss her off to high heaven)

#Veej's Rambles #beetlejuice the musical #lydia deetz #beetlejuice #betelgeuse

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