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#but I ended up going as Lydia Deetz instead
olive-tree-ollie · 3 months
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Beetlejuice rant because I have adhd
So many people say that Beetlejuice was the villain in Beetlejuice (movie/musical) but in a deleted scene, an interaction between Charles and Lydia occurs and it goes like this: Charles: You’ve been moping around the house and wearing black since your mother died Lydia: I’m in mourning! Charles: Well I’m going to put up with it anymore
Wtf Charles??? He’s also a jerk because after Emily died, he went out and met Delia and started dating her! He took no time to mourn his wife but went out and met Delia.
In Say My Name, when Lydia is thinking about jumping off the roof and meets Beetlejuice, I think that Beetlejuice is distracting her from killing herself
In Beetlejuice canon, people who commit suicide become civil servants of the netherworld and Beetlejuice know this first hand (how else would he have met Juno) and doesn’t want others to end up like him, especially a young girl like Lydia who has so much left of her life
While I do agree with the fact that Beetlejuice could’ve had a better approach to distracting Lydia, I don’t believe he was the villain of the movie, but instead it’s Charles Deetz who is the villain of the movie.
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eclecticdee · 1 year
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15 questions, 15 people
ty for the tag @brownsugarteabooks <333, i feel so included lmao.
Are you named after anyone? my name has a funny story: my mom got delia deetz and lydia deetz from beetlejuice mixed up. so she tried to name me after the "cute little goth girl", but instead I got "evil stepmother." i hated it as a kid, but growing up is seeing how iconic delia deetz was LOL
When was the last time you cried? i cry very often, i get overwhelmed super easily- so yesterday.
Do you have kids? i have many stuffed animals, do they count?
Do you use sarcasm a lot? too often. i've gotten into a couple of arguments over it because people can't tell if i'm being serious or not.
What’s the first thing you notice about people? the first thing i actually pay attention to is their voice. i like hearing different voices because i hate how i sound LMAO
What’s your eye colour? hazel <33
Scary movies or happy ending? scary movies WITH a happy ending. next-
Any special talents? not really, i guess i'm quite creative! i come up with a lot of ideas, bute actually executing said creative ideas- ahahahahahah no.
Where were you born? born and raised in florida woohooooo. being an alternative person in florida sucks.
What are your hobbies? i love playing video games, especially horror games. other than that, reading, writing when i'm in the mood, and playing dnd! :D
Do you have any pets? no, i have too many allergies to deal with pets, unfortunately.
What sports do you play/have you played? i was never really a sports person, but in high school i did color guard! apart of the marching band, i was even the captain.
How tall are you? 5'6'', however some people have said i radiate shorter energy when they don't actually see my height and i wanna scream LOL
Favourite subject at school? i hated school. i honestly can't think of a favorite subject.
Dream job? something in the entertainment business. film, live entertainment, theme parks, running a larp, something along the lines of that. i'm going to school for entertainment management anyways :D
tagging @tempusfugitandallthatblog @deliajane @queerdeadwizards @verybadatwriting @starchasermoons @thebibutterflyao3 @ficsalot and like that's all of my mutuals sooooo aha i can't really do 15 srry, and if you've already done this double srry LOL
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dethbug · 1 year
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are you willing to share any backstory you have with your s/I and beej... I'm very invested!!!! :DD
ANON HELLO-- you are so kind my heart lept when i read this omg. THANK YOU SM im so flattered :,D its honestly a hodgepodge of the musicals canon, as well as my own elements -- SO BASICALLY i play by my own rules but also just kinda use the musical as 95% of the ground work HAHASDJHAS
THIS IS GOING TO BE A LOT OF INFO but it ties back to your original question im so sorry HASHDAHSDF
SO delia is my s/i's biological mom - still working out the details on everything but im thinking here and there i would help her with her life coaching escapades -- which leads to us meeting the deetz, and me being more involved in the "life coaching" process to hopefully try and help lydia through her mourning!! though ofc she wasnt too thrilled about me or delia at first, i ended up connecting with her because i was able to understand her in a way that delia/charles couldnt quite yet and ONCE AGAIN working out many many details here and im trying to spare you an entire novel of info HAHDHAS --- BUT-- im thinking lydia and i connecting/bonding in a sisterly way is very slow ,, essentially over the course of the whole experience of the main plot events -- hesitant and keeping me at a distance at first, but slowly growing closer as i refuse to give up on her etc etc 🥺 THAT BEING SAID this is where i start twisting the musicals canon outside the realm of "i was there too" LMAO-- so i actually meet beej before lydia does, and to mirror that, she meets the maitlands before i do!! so instead of lydia encountering beej on the roof, i do! ^_^ i go up there after an argument with lydia (comparing it to the musical, i believe this would be after No Reason,, because it makes me sad how lydia shoots delia down, so i think it would just escalate after i sternly stood up for my mom.....if that makes sense....?) meaning this bleeds into Invisible (Reprise) / On The Roof -- where i go out on the roof for fresh air to calm myself down, getting startled by Beej's unexpected presence, and accidentally falling over the railing in which he instinctively saves me, quickly poofing to catch me mid air -- theres a moment where he's just tensely holding onto me as we're levitating, and each of us are able to get a prolonged "first look" at each other (BUGJUICE LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT TENSION YOU COULD SAY) but yes he poofs us back onto the roof, stumbling apart -- queue all the questions and utter confusion you would expect from me. beej is still processing someone can see him, he's all over the place with excitement and bombastic energy eventually that bleeds into Say My Name -- and so on so forth !!! THAT IS THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG IM SO SORRY THAT WAS A LOT. theres so much more but outside of the "structured" plot,, i believe he actually stays in the house, taking residence in the basement (since the maitlands took the attic :D) it just becomes strange found family + breather/demon slow burn ASDDFHJDSJH
THANK YOU SO SO SO SO MUCH to you anon and anyone who is mental enough to read and process my ramblings -- seriously it really means a lot to me :,)))
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wizisbored · 2 years
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I am very much curious to hear more about your hatchefield and beetlejuice crossover if you feel up to talking about it
aw yea sure! for the details, its all tagged 'hf/bj au', but to give a summary:
im still not sure entirely what beetlejuice is in this fic aside from Head of the Hive. perhaps he is to pokotho what wiley is to wiggly. anyway, he infects the maitlands after they die, and the three of them are hiding in the attic when the deetzes move into their old house at the edge of hatchetfield. things go somewhat similar to beetlejuice musical canon, lydia meets the maitlands and so on, but instead of beetlejuice getting lydia to say his name he's trying to get her to drink blue shit. she pushes him off the roof but is left with a small bottle of blue shit, which he tells her to consider an open invitation. she ends up chugging it during the dinner party.
for a few days charles and delia try their best to manage lydia, who - while still alive and therefore not fully infected - is now dangerous, strong, and volatile. shes feeling a deep homing instinct towards the rest of the hive, and eventually runs away during the night to join them in the witchwood.
from there, things split and get long and complicated. but to give each thread a little summary:
the hive - the maitlands try to care for lydia in the woods as best they can, but funds are limited, and something odd is happening to her. things in the witchwood grow big fast and different, and since lydia now considers it her home and effectively is being raised out there, shes no exception
beetlejuice - hes doing his best to take advantage of having a live teenager in the hive, attempting to bring her around to the concept of murder and luring others into the hive
hannah - she meets lydia at pizza petes, both of them using unusual abilities to win tickets, and they become best friends and grifting partners. but eventually lydia's 'growth spurt' and changing mental state get concerning and somewhat alarming
holloway - somewhat concerned about the local zombie population, and also the fact that one of them has become friends with hannah, who she previously helped and has maintained a relationship with
emma - she isnt quite sure whats going on here but shes ended up feeding the local forest cryptid child
charles - couldnt report lydia missing for fear of what might happen if authorities find out about her condition, so is searching alone
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Here to bother you, bestie! (as requested 😘)
I took the day off today so I could finish this stupid picturebook project which is due tomorrow, and it's actually going pretty well! I only have a few more books to review, and then I have to write the rationale for each of them. I swear this is the first time I haven't been last minute on a deadline, so let's hope my confidence doesn't jinx it!
How are you doing? Do you have any spooky plans for the weekend? Also, here's a Halloween-y version of "fuck, marry kill": scary movie marathon, haunted house, and costume party. Who would you choose for each out of Hux and the two Eddies?
Hi bestie!! So happy to see you in my inbox 🥰
I hope you can finish soon bestie! I’m rooting for you and a successful assignment! Since you’ve mentioned it I’ve been lowkey curious on the kind of picturebooks they are. But I’m happy to hear you’re gonna be done with it soon and that you got take the day off and not deal with teaching on top of it, at least for a day.
On my end, I’ve been bummed as hell because there’s this art grant that’s super prestigious and I didn’t get it for the 4th time. So that means no big financing for my artwork any time soon, and I was really counting on it 😣 on the flipside, this week me and a friend decided to treat ourselves and stayed at a hotel that’s super close to where we work so we can avoid the 1 hour daily commute back home at freaking 8pm that’s exhausting. So that’s been nice! Been eating a nice breakfast before work instead of quick toast so that’s been awesome 😩 My plans for the weekend include doing my bride!Lydia Deetz from Beetlejuice photoshoot, so I’m excited for it! Hopefully I can watch more movies, because I feel like the month is flying by and I haven’t watched everything that I wanted!! 😭 do you have any fun plans?
OMG THIS IS SO FUN. I feel like all of these options are so great with all of them aaaaaaaaahhhhhh omg omg omg ok, I’LL GO WITH:
Hux for the scary movie marathon, because a haunted house and a party would so not be his scene. He’d prefer to cozy up at home and watch like a good psychological thriller rather than something campy.
Eddie Munson for the haunted house because I’d LAUGH SO HARD with him! I’m actually a chicken inside haunted houses, not brave at all, so I’d cling to him the entire time but I feel like he’d also be lowkey scared and we’d be laughing at how ridiculous we are.
Eddie Nashton for the costume party, because he’s just so goddamn cute and he’d give me an excuse to do one of those couple costumes and he’d go along with anything I wanted 🥺
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the-wrong-damn-way · 3 years
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When Words Fail
In which the Maitlands notice you are refusing to talk to them as of late
When I tell y’all this is one of my favorite pieces to reread when I need to c r y
MAITLANDS > BEETLEJUICE (sorry not sorry)
Also, if you are Adam or Barbara Maitlands, please contact me. I have some adoption papers for you to sign.
The Maitlands were confused.
When you and your younger sister Lydia Deetz discovered that the house was haunted by two friendly ghosts, you two were ecstatic. It was something your mother would’ve loved to see, and Adam and Barbara Maitland just gave off this warm and friendly vibe that was welcoming and infectious. Whereas Lydia saw them as an opportunity to get the Deetz family back to New York, you saw the Maitlands as they were: a couple who were kind, caring, middle-class, suburban, and white. They were just a regular couple, minus the whole being dead thing.
The Maitlands, in your opinion, were the most suitable people to be parents, and during the whole Beetlejuice incident, your bond with them increased. They kept you safe from the demon’s antics, making sure no harm befell you as his anger festered into rage when your little sister jumped into a portal to the Netherworld. They refused to allow you to offer yourself in Lydia’s place (which concerned you to the extreme, she was your little sister and it was your sole duty to keep her from harm), instead keeping you hidden from his sight.
Over the course of the next few months after the fake marriage and the murder of Beetlejuice, your bond with the Maitlands undeniably grew stronger. On nights you were stressed out, you found yourself creeping into the attic to have calming conversations with the ghosts. On the days you were upset with your father or Delia, sometimes even Lydia, you dismissed yourself from your current activity to join Adam in a game of checkers or Barbara with a classic game of Go Fish. When dinner conversations went haywire, you’d make up an excuse to leave the table and headed to the attic to read a random book with the Maitlands (Adam would read to you and Barbara would let you rest your head on her legs as she ran her fingers soothingly through your hair).
And of course, if you didn’t get enough to eat during dinner, Barbara and Adam would sneak along with you into the kitchen for midnight snacks that would surely stuff you so that you wouldn’t go hungry.
But for the last two weeks, the Maitlands noticed your appearance in their part of the house slowly disappearing. On a scheduled game night, you didn’t show up. You apologized the next morning and kept the chit-chat to a minimum. Not wanting to seem creepy and intrude on your privacy, the deceased couple tried their best to stay out of your business, but always struck up a conversation with you whenever they could. They missed having your normal long talks about whatever came to mind, the subject always switching just to keep the three of you talking.
It took them awhile, but Adam was the first to finally catch on to what you were doing. He suggested the idea of you avoiding them on purpose to Barbara, and her eyes widened. She thought you were comfortable with Adam and herself, that you were just avoiding conversation because you couldn’t seem to hold onto one in the recent days. Barbara never took into consideration that you might’ve been avoiding them purposefully and the thought struck right through her heart.
Just to see if their little theory was true, the Maitlands took their seats at the dinner table one night, after being offered to join the Deetz for a family dinner by Lydia. The deceased couple chatted quietly with the Deetzes, short bursts of laughter and chuckles here and there throughout the whole dinner. The whole time, though, Barbara noticed that your chair remained empty.
“Where’s Y/N?” the blonde ghost asked the living family. Everything went quiet, and Barbara believed she was onto something.
“They haven't been leaving their room recently,” Lydia broke the uncomfortable silence with her answer. She stabbed the spaghetti that was on her plate with her fork, twirling it in her hand mindlessly. “If they didn’t answer their phone when I texted them, I would’ve thought them to be dead.”
“Lydia!” Both Charles and Delia scolded the gothy teenager. She sat up straight and shrugged.
“It’s not like I’m wrong!” Lydia argued, turning to face her father and step-mother.
Before they could witness the argument between the adults and their child, Adam and Barbara quietly excused themselves from the dinner table. They marched silently up the stairs to the attic, shutting the door behind them softly. Immediately, the two began pacing.
So, yes, the Maitlands had never been more confused in their afterlives.
And yes, having a bio-exorcist tormenting them and then making sexual innuendos was something they were still confused about, but the burning question of why you would be avoiding them was top of their list.
“Did we do something wrong?” Adam voiced the idea. Barbara stopped her pacing, looking up to meet her husband’s gaze.
“They would tell us if we did something,” Barbara countered. Slowly, though, the dark thought wormed itself into her head. She took a hesitant step towards Adam. “They would, right?”
Adam closed the distance between them, taking her hands in his. “Of course they would, honey. I’m just spitballing ideas here.” He rubbed his thumbs over the back of Barbara’s hands as a soothing gesture, and the blonde nodded.
“You’re right,” she mumbled. “Maybe they are just-”
A soft thump from the room underneath the attic was heard, and the Maitlands jumped, breaking their hold on each other. Both of their eyes widened as they recalled that your room was under their space, and a dark thought struck them both. After all, if Lydia was suicidal once, who was to say you weren’t. Adam and Barbara scrambled towards the attic door, practically ripping it off of its hinges as they hurried down the stairs.
When they got to your room, they didn’t know what they were expecting to find. They definitely didn’t expect to find you hunched over your desk, a clenched fist on the top of the wooden piece of furniture. You had earbuds in, blasting music to muffle all outside noises, and a tear rolled down your cheek before landing on the piece of sketch paper you were currently drawing on. Your eyes were puffy from crying, and the small trash can near the side of the desk was practically filled to the brim with dirty tissues and crumpled up pieces of paper. Barbara covered her mouth with a hand, suddenly feeling the urge to cry.
Here you were, vulnerable to the world, and the Maitlands never knew.
Before Adam could protest about invading your personal space, Barbara walked over to where you were sitting and knelt beside you. She placed a cold hand on your shoulder and you jumped, moving yourself away from the hand and ripping the earbuds out of your ears. Your eyes were blurry from crying and you wiped away the tears with the back of your hands, trying to stop yourself from letting out muffled hiccups. However, your body didn’t comply, and a new stream of tears were flowing down your cheeks.
“I’m sorry,” you apologized through sobs, wrapping your arms around your torso. Adam entered the room as Barbara walked over to you and embraced you into a loving hug, and you broke down once again. Another ‘I’m sorry’ left your sore throat as you wrapped your arms around Barbara, holding onto the female specter as much as you could. She shushed your apologies, instead rubbing her a hand in gentle circles on your back, hoping to calm you down.
God, you thought. This is embarrassing. You didn’t expect anyone to actually come check up on you, and having the Maitlands do it made you even more emotional. You didn’t remember how long you’ve been avoiding your favorite deceased couple. The only thing you could recall was the one-year anniversary of your mother’s death, and things only seemed to go downhill.
Once your sobs had turned to occasional sniffles, Barbara guided you over to your bed, and the two of you took a seat on the side. Adam sat on the other side of you, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder, and you leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around your body, leaning his head on top of yours, and Barbara placed her hand overtop of yours.
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled once more.
“What for, kiddo?” Adam asked you.
“For avoiding you guys,” you answered. “I didn’t mean to, I swear. It just sort of happened.” You pulled away from Adam and stared at the floor. “I’ve been trying to come out and talk to you guys, but I guess you just remind me so much of my mother. Her one-year anniversary passed a while ago and I guess I fell into a pit without meaning too. I’m sorry-”
Barbara turned so that she was facing you and placed a finger on your lips. “Slow down, Y/N. You don’t need to tell us anymore if you don’t want to.” She removed her finger and placed her hand on your cheek, rubbing her thumb in a circular motion. “Just know that Adam and I will always be here for you, hun, okay?” You nodded, closing your eyes as the blonde brushed away a few stray tears.
“I, uh, have something for you guys.” You stood up from the bed and grabbed your sketchbook from the desk, flicking through some of the pages until you landed on the one you wanted to present to the Maitlands. You sat back down and both of them leaned over your shoulder with curiosity, and you were greeted with gasps.
You don’t recall when you drew the sketch, but it was your favorite one that was based off of a photo that Lydia had sent you one night. Barbara and Adam sat on both ends of the couch, with you stretched across it in the middle. You were asleep, as was Adam with his reading glasses practically dangling off of his nose, and Barbara was laughing, running her fingers through your hair as Lydia took the picture. Underneath it in cursive you had written a Disney quote that stuck in your mind.
Ohana means family, and family means no one gets left behind. Or forgotten.
Two pairs of arms wrapped around you tightly, and you jumped from the unexpected contact.
“Y/N,” Barbara cooed, planting a kiss on the top of your head. “That’s absolutely adorable!”
“We definitely are a family, kiddo.” He looked at the sketch once again, and pointed out the glasses on his face. “Also, you’re telling me I looked like that when I sleep?” You and Barbara chuckled, and you nudged him with your shoulder.
“I’m surprised I was able to sleep with how loud you snore,” you teased, and Adam scoffed, pushing you gently into Barbara. The laughter and chuckling eventually died down, and you all laid back on your bed, looking up at the glow-in-the-dark stars you had decorated your ceiling with. There was a comfortable silence, and you smiled.
“Hey guys?” The Maitlands hummed, letting you know that they were listening. “Thank you for being there for me.” Adam grabbed one of your hands, Barbara doing the same, and both of them gave you a gentle squeeze.
“Of course, Y/N.”
“Anything for you, kiddo. You should know this by now.”
“I love you guys,” you murmured quietly. And with the way they each squeezed your hand, you took it that they heard you.
“We love you too, kiddo. We love you too.”
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Hey, i didnt forget about my BJ Deetz au! i wrote two new chapters of it, even! im really hype to finally finish this mug off, i hope all the build up has been worth it.
He falls for a long, long time. Maybe days. Maybe forever. Time doesn’t really hold much sway here, after all. A minute in the land of the dead is a month, an hour, a year passed from the real world, or sometimes, if you’re really unlucky, the entire thing will flow backwards, and you’ll end up coming out of the Netherworld and back to your house ten years before you even died. He heard of a case like that, once, a girl who died and haunted herself by accident, becoming the ghost that had tormented her for years- He lands, hard, and it knocks the thought out of him. Knocks every thought out of him, actually, because he lays there for who knows how long, just groaning and disoriented.
He takes his time sitting up, because it’s not like he’s got anything better to do. Everything hurts, and he cradles his head in his hands for a long moment, drained and dead tired. Finally, he looks up. He hadn’t expected to see the door still open, not really. Still, it not being there anymore.. It hurts, and carries a note of finality. They pushed him through, and then probably slammed it, and smudged the chalk off the wall, for good measure. He can’t even be angry over it. He would have done the same thing.
He sits there, staring up at the nothing, and he realizes he’s blown his last chance.
They’ll never remember him. All he is to them is a demon, and he can’t even pretend to be anything else, anymore. Not after that stunt. There’s a deep, burning feeling in his gut… He recognizes it as shame. He attacked his family. He tried to kill Charles, and he would have tried to kill Lydia, given the chance. His final, most damaging tantrum, and he turned it on the only people who matter. He stays there, folded in a ball, sitting by himself in the gloom, for hours, going over it again and again in his mind, every detail memorized. The way they cowered, the way they begged, the way he snarled and gnashed his teeth and pounced. The guilt he feels gnawing at him fades away into nothing. Nothing matters, anymore. He’s got no goal, nothing to get back up and try again for, because it’s all gone. Robotically, he stands, and turns. In the distance he can see that building he’d run from with Emily, before. Juno’s office is there, and maybe she’ll be in a good mood, after seeing the state of him, bloody and beaten down. He starts the long walk back to where he belongs.
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The air in the room is tense, and awkward. Lydia takes a deep, shaking breath, and tries to calm herself, squeezes at her arm, hard, aggravating the cuts. The pain is grounding. Charles’ eyes are boring into her as she does so, though, and she sees when something behind them clicks- the way she’s been carrying herself, lately. Her quiet, withdrawn behavior. What BJ had said about the roof. Suddenly he looks ten years older. She sees the way his shoulders slump. “Lydia,” his voice is soft, but she can’t bring herself to maintain eye contact with him. It hurts too much. She tries to focus on the floor, instead, but she catches sight of the blood on her hands again, and bile rises in her throat. There’s no safe place to look- Cold hands wrap her in a hug that makes her shiver. Adam’s got his arms around her. “You’re alright,” he says softly, and she’s able to accept the comfort from him, but not the platitude. “No, I’m not,” she rubs at her eyes again, smearing makeup, trying not to cry. Her tears are pointless right now, anyway. “Adam, you remember him now, don’t you?” Adam sighs, removes his glasses, and pinches at the bridge of his nose. “I.. I do. But I don’t remember him being like.. This.” BJ’s biggest secret has been spilled, and he’s not here to try and clean up the mess of it. So it falls on her. That’s alright. She can fix this. She’s going to fix this. “Has he always been,” Barbara searches for the kindest possible descriptor. “Different?” she tries. “The entire time we’ve known him?” There’s a very real fear in her tone. Lydia can almost picture the panicked face of her brother. He never wanted either of them to know. “He’s always been a monster,” Kevin says, unhelpfully, and both Lydia and Charles react to that. “Why don’t you shut up, jackass?” “You don’t know what you’re talking about, Otho, Kevin.. Whatever your name is!” Things are on the cusp of devolving into argument, and it’s Delia that breaks through the bickering. Specifically, the frantic ringing of her triangle, as she holds it over her head. The entire group stops, and stares at her, and she huffs a long tuft of red hair out of her face. “This is not the time to argue! Now. Why don’t we lay things out, as plainly as possible?” She suggests, and looks to Charles. “Please, for all of us confused, who exactly was that stranger, and how do you know him, and what is he?” “His name is BJ,” Charles straightens up, address Delia. “He’s my son. He’s a demon.” “His name is Betelgeuse,” Kevin says, looking now vaguely bored. “He’s been in the care of the Deetz family for many years. He’s the reason my father was murdered.” “I recognize you!” Adam snaps his fingers, and Kevin looks pleased. “You’ve seen me on TV, no doubt,” he says, in time for Barbara to point at him. “You and BJ used to date! Back in high school!”
The guru’s expression darkens. “We did not.”
“You’re the reason your father was murdered,” Lydia jabs an accusatory finger at Kevin, unbothered by the sputtering noise he makes, or the glare he shoots her. “You tried to trap him and use him. What happened after wasn’t his fault.” “Oh lord, I thought that whole fiasco was tied to BJ,” Charles puts his head in his hands. “We were too nervous to ever ask him, though…” “Please,” Delia wrings her hands. “Back to the central point? What do you mean, he’s your son? You told me Lydia was an only child. Where’s he been, all this time? Why did you never mention him?” “He was cursed,” Lydia says, running out of patience. This is taking too long, it isn’t getting them anywhere, and BJ’s back in the Netherworld, alone and hurting and needing his family. It’s not the time for this confusing, circular talk. “BJ’s a demon, but he’s my big brother!” she tells them. “He’s always been one, he’s just been hiding it from everyone outside the family because he didn’t want to be treated differently. He’s not a bad person, and he’s not evil and he’s not a monster- He was alone, and scared, and no one could remember him, no one could save him, and then I let him down, I stabbed him when he needed me, and fought with him, and called him a monster, and now I’m done talking about this!” She reaches forward, grabs at Barbara’s arm, and drags her to the wall, where the chalk door to the otherside is closed. “Knock! Open it!” Barbara’s brow is knit together with worry. “Lydia, we should talk this through-” “Stop! Enough talking!” Lydia feels her temper flare, out of control, and the fat, angry tears that finally spill down her cheeks are a sign of failure. “Enough standing still, doing nothing! Enough leaving each other behind! You open that door, or I’m jumping off the roof, coming back, and opening it myself!”
Barbara looks ready to cry herself, over that. “You think I don’t want him back?” she sniffles. “I’m confused, and scared, but that doesn’t change that I love him, Lydia. But if you go in there alone, you might never come out. We shouldn’t just rush in, we need a plan, we need to know what we’re doing, not throw ourselves into danger just because we’re upset with ourselves! If you go and get hurt, or god forbid, die, who does that help? What does that solve?” “If I die, I’ll be with mom and BJ,” Lydia says. “It’s not like there’s anything else here worth hanging around for!” “Lydia.” Delia’s hand is heavy on her shoulder, and focusing past the tears, past the life coach, she can see her father, watching her, mouth slightly parted in a wordless expression of pain. Adam’s at his side, a hand to Charles’ back, softly speaking to him, though the words he’s saying seem lost on both Deetzes. There’s a long, unbroken moment where her father is staring at her, from across the living room. Two pairs of dark eyes, watching the other, considering, deciding. “Barbara,” her father says. “Please open the door.”
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By the time he arrives at the office, another few hours have passed. Maybe he could have teleported, but he’s a bit too tired to go pulling any tricks, honestly. He pushes through the rotating doors, and finds himself in the waiting room. The dead around him react, moving out of his way, or cowering in their seats, but he ignores them, moves past them, and to the door to the left of Maria’s window, to wander the back offices until he can find Juno’s door. He doesn’t register someone calling him until he feels a hand on his arm, and he’s spun around. Maria is grasping at his face. “What happened to you?” she frets, gentle hands touching at his hair and at the big, ugly bloodstain on his front. He’s not sure if the hole Lydia and Charles stabbed into him has even healed yet. Not like it matters. “I dunno,” he tells her, emotionless, not really processing her question. Maria says something else, but it’s hard to focus on her, so he just doesn’t. He pulls himself out of her arms, turns, and goes through the door. Juno’s door appears for him faster than he would have thought. Usually it would be hours of wandering.. Maybe it has been. He’s so out of it, he’s not really sure how long he’s been walking. The smell of cigarettes hits his nose, and he follows it to her door, and pushes it open. Juno’s sitting at her desk, and she looks up at him when he comes in, her amber eyes showing the barest hint of confusion. “Lawrence.” “Mom.” It’s the first time he’s called her that since Emily became his mother. She seems to notice, and tilts her head, if only slightly, eyes taking in his disheveled appearance. He moves to stand in front of her desk. “I’m ready to work,” he says. She blinks. “I know how to file, so. Give me somethin’ to do, an’ I’ll do it,” he tells her. “I’ll sit here quietly, an’ I’ll be good. I’ll work really hard, an’ I won’t screw it up. Gimme a job to do, mom, an’ I’ll make you proud of me.” She rises, looking, for the first time in his memory, amused. “You look like shit.” “I know. Sorry.” It’s not the response she expects, but she seems to enjoy it. Juno comes around to the front of her desk, and peers up at him. At some point he grew enough to be taller than her.. It doesn’t make her less terrifying. “Things didn’t work out with your breathers?” she cooes, voice dripping honey and deceit. He knows that tone. Of course he does. It’s just that there’s not anything she can do to him, anymore. He’s numb. And he doesn’t even try to lie to her. “Yeah. I didn’t really belong with them, anyway.” “No,” she agrees, patting his face. “Your hair looks like it’s finally behaving itself. Though the white ages you, a bit.” He’s never had white hair before, but he can’t muster the energy to care. “I can shave it, if it bothers you.” Juno grabs him by the hair, suddenly, yanks him down, and he moves with the motion, offering her no resistance. She used to grab him like this when he was little- it used to hurt, and scare him purple, and he’d cry and beg for her to let go. Now he just stares up at her. She scowls down at him. “A calm, complacent Lawrence. Never thought I’d see the day.” She releases her grip on him, and he straightens, slowly, as she moves back to her desk. The room elongates, suddenly, to accommodate for a second desk and chair. A stack of boxes, bursting with paperwork, appear, and fall heavily onto the surface of it. “Sit down. Be quiet. Get to work,” her tone is a warning. “Yes, mom.” He sits down. He’s quiet. He gets to work. Read the rest of this chapter, and the next one, over on AO3
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So... Sam and Max: This Time It's Virtual comes out tomorrow. @sevendeadlyvices recently made a post asking us what we're going to do with the Cadet (or Lumpy) in terms of designing them.
Now, I'm just brainstorming here and I didn't want to sit idle, so I'm making this post to share my thoughts. I don't expect my ideas to blow up or anything; I'm just thinking.
For starters, my tumblrsona will be the Cadet. Here's a picture of her, so that you can get a basic idea of what she looks like.
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Now, of course, she (or I should say, I, because it's me) will not be wearing this outfit when joining the Freelance Police. Instead, I will be appropriately dressed - to an extent. The big problem I'm dealing with at the moment is whether or not my outfit should be "Film Noir" themed or normal clothes with gear or something else entirely. But regardless of which direction I go, I will be a Goth/punk/alternative character. Think Abby from N.C.I.S. or Ruby Gloom or Lydia Deetz. Any negative stereotypes about the Goth subculture will be thrown out the window.
Also, because it's a VR game, I should probably add the headset as an accessory (maybe).
As for my name, "Cadet" would be a good choice all on its own. But at the same time, I like the idea of Sam and Max saying my real name: Ayla (pronounced as "eye-lah/I-la"). OR, my player name can be M.B. (short for @monsterbride99).
Anything having to do with storylines will depend on what the gameplay actually is. I don't have a concrete idea, but I do have a little bit of a backstory:
The Cadet/Ayla/M.B. is from another dimension - a dimension she made that's basically unknown to everyone else except her and the people she comes across. This dimension is what she calls "Sam and Max's Horror Show" and she is the Host, the "Crypt Keeper", of this Horror Show. Sam and Max's Horror Show is similar to "Tales from the Crypt", as it's depicted as a T.V. show consisting of episodes. Each new day is a new episode, and each day is reset, and thus rises a new horror to experience. The Cadet/Ayla/M.B. creates these episodes with Sam, Max, and other various characters as if they were mere toys. When she somehow ends up in Sam and Max's world, she begins to wonder if this is a blessing or a curse. Is it a gift from the universe fit for an obsessed fan? Or is it a punishment for using these living beings as a means to entertain others?
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subukunojess · 3 years
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So I take it you have a Disney Chills story in mind for Oogie Boogie? I had a feeling you were hinting at that. He would be fun since he's less about faustian deals and more about cheating/gambling and there's DEFINATELY a cautionary tale waiting in that fact.
wELP!
I had this sitting for a while mainly because I had to think about it for a bit. Mainly because of how to portray Oogie in the Disney Goosebumps universe that the author has set up. Now I have seen Oogie since I was around 6 years old and I've been writing him ever since I was around 16(?) so at least for a decade. Two reasons delayed me from creating a story idea:
1) The Oogie Boogie content I have planned so far is darker. Before the new year, I had written a dark one-shot for Oogie before Christmas Eve that contained some of my headcanons about his origins. I was pretty nervous about it due to my fear of making Oogie out of character and being too vague. Other stories I have planned for Oogie involve him being a "boogeyman" and scaring some people, a complete origin story which is most likely "A Bug's Life": Hot Topic edition, an Oogie's Revenge AU which also serves as a Lock, Shock, and Barrel origin idea, something for one of my friends, some Shelley Marie content, and crossovers galore. Except for the Shelley Marie content and crossovers, my plans for Oogie are really dark for middle school. I guess Oogie Boogie grew with me and I have to find a balance for him if I were to write with that age range in mind.
2) Oogie Boogie Bash and Villainous has changed my mindset about Oogie. This was a major reason for me. I'm not saying that Oogie's soft and completely changed after I've seen his work in the Disney Parks. Oh, he's still the Oogie we know and love. Before, he had small roles in the Disney Parks whether he was singing his song briefly in shows, meeting the guests once or twice, or holding a Freaky Fun House show in Beast's castle. He had this scary and confident attitude and he was owning it. 
Then Shelley Marie came. 
I loved Oogie Boogie Bash with all my heart and the Villainous firework show has got to be my favorite show of all time due to the voice acting, the animation, the water technics, the fire, the music, everything. I understand that Oogie was toned down a bit for a younger audience. But then this lovable bioluminescent Lydia Deetz-like child comes along with her giggles and cackles, endangering herself while meeting villains, and then near the end is the most touching, warmest moment that Oogie has ever had to the point where Ken Page just blends right in and it lives rent-free in my brain in the words:
Oogie Boogie is good with kids. 
Now so far, it's only Shelley Marie and it may be just a story, BUT THAT SCENE CHANGED MY PERSPECTIVE ABOUT OOGIE COMPLETELY. 
It would have been difficult for me to come up with a story where he haunts a teen and wins while my mind is going "But wait! Oogie's good with kids now!" and I'm like "Really?!"
So yeah, that's why I took long on this. I wanted to get that out of my chest. But without further ado, here's what I would do:
I do not have money, so I would never get the Disney Chills book experience (hopefully I will). However, with TV tropes and reviews, I'll do my best. In good timing too since the third book "Second Star to the Fright" is out now. If I were to write a Disney Chills story, I would get a spooky title pun. So far it would either be "The Boogie Song" or "To The Brim with Fright". 
The cheating/gambling route is definitely the route to go with especially with the middle school age. I remember the days of board games, video games, tournaments, and the like after school and during the summer. I would also incorporate the "sore loser" aspect since I dealt with that a lot in my life with other people. 
So far, I have the idea of a shy kid who loves to play games and they're good at them until they go against other kids and lose immediately. They doubt their abilities until they find some strange red dice somewhere and they play around with it and keep it. It seems like every time a kid finds the villain item, the villain shows up in some form and offers a deal. Either I could go with that route as well and have Oogie offer the kid a chance to win every game OR have his shadow come out instead, the kid uses the Lucky Dice that makes them win every time and they get obsessed with winning. Things spiral until they become a monster of what they were before and the real Oogie shows up at the end and either takes them away or eats them alive. 
I automatically thought of a boy for the scenario, but it could be a girl too.
So that's what I have so far if I were to create a Disney Chills story.
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I saw your posts for Lydia X Wednesday, what are you hcs for meeting the family?? :D
My good friend, thank you for your ask! I absolutely adore Lydsday/Black Wednesday so I’m overjoyed to answer this (I am still working on your other ask, however I’m still in the homework stage with it). So, meeting the family!
The Addams family:
I strongly believe that Wednesday is the first to invite Lydia home to meet her family, rather than Lydia inviting Wednesday to Deetz-Maitland home (because... well, what if she freaks out about the ghosts and demons and decides she no longer likes her and doesn’t want to see her again and then she’ll be alone— well, no matter how unlikely it seems, you get the idea)
Lydia takes one look at the Addams family home and just HAS to take a picture. So now she has a framed photograph of Wednesday stood next to the wrought iron gates at the foot of the hill on which her home is situated (it’s her favourite photograph). And let’s be honest, she positively beams at Gate when it opens for her, even stroking one of its bars in gratitude.
Okay but THE FOGHORN BELL. Lydia can’t help but giggle at it (and Wednesday nearly swoons) in its full glory. It’s here that she meets Lurch, and suddenly she no longer thinks Wednesday would mind Beetlejuice nor the Maitlands very much. He offers to take her veil and she compliments his wonderful sneer.
Lydia offers her hand to Gomez to be shaken, but instead her takes in and drags her into a hug instead. She’s like “this is fine ;-;” as she suffocates in his lapel and affection. He proceeds to nearly shake her arm off. Gomez shows a lot of enthusiasm for her photography, despite knowing nothing about himself, and is most taken with her more gloomy pictures. He buys a copious amount of them from her for prices she cannot even begin to fathom (“I’ll buy this for fifty thousand dollars!”; “Mr Addams, please that’s—“; “Not enough! You’re right, how stingy I’m being for such magnificence, ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS!”). Lydia gets ambushed every time she enters the house by a moustached man and his sabre. He intends for her to “be able to protect yourself from harm, now you’re part of the clan”. Gomez definitely plans their wedding.
I think Morticia is more the type to compliment Lydia by singing her praises to Wednesday instead. She’ll say things like “What a woefully gloomy young woman you’ve found here, Wednesday,” to express her approval. Morticia is the kind to give Lydia the “hurt her and perish by the hands of our family” talk but Lydia responds adequately (unlike Fester in The Addams Family) and Morticia warms to her then. Morticia, Wednesday and Lydia all attend tea and seances every full moon.
Gomez and Morticia end up making out (naturally) and Wednesday’s like “we’re leaving, bye” and drags her from the room.
Pugsley drops in with some form of torture device (as an excuse because he wanted to meet the new girl) and is like “oh hi” before trying to convince Wednesday and her “girlfriend” to play Is There A God? with him. Well, at “girlfriend” Wednesday begins to chew him out with carefully chosen words honed to such a sharp precision they could make one bleed. Lydia watches with amusement for a while before eventually cutting in with how “there isn’t a God but there’s certainly a Netherworld.”
OKAY BUT LYDIA AND THING GET ON LIKE A HOUSE ON FIRE. Wednesday was most afraid of their introduction in case it was a little too much but Thing’s spritely personality matches Lydia’s penchant for mischief almost perfectly. If anything, there was more to fear AFTER they met than before.
Faster and Grandmama are only met on her second visit to the Addams’ residence (and so are Gomez’ swords “All good woman must learn how to weild a sabre!”)
The Deetz-Maitland family:
This visit no doubt comes straight off of the back of their visit to the Addams’ residence before Lydia can chicken out. She begs everybody to be on their best behaviour and just... try. For her, for one night (like One Normal Night from the musical but opposite). Obviously nobody adheres to it.
Charles and Delia are the first to be greeted once they’re in the door and Lydia has taken Wednesday’s coat. Both Charles and Delia have a moment like “OH NO. NOW THERE’S ANOTHER ONE” but Charles is better at hiding it. He introduces them with all of the businessman charm he can muster, meanwhile Delia is clutching onto her crystal for dear life. All of this very much pleases Wednesday. Not to mention, you can definitely expect her and Charles to hit it off about business. Wednesday doesn’t mind at all talking about her father’s shares in the lint industry. (And she definitely tells Delia about black magic and the negative opposite of the energies she embraces to freak her out make conversation)
Lydia is SO RELIEVED that Wednesday can see the Maitlands, and Wednesday is fascinated by their condition
Adam introduces Wednesday to the realm of dad jokes. She is not amused; he makes it his mission to get her to laugh/smile at AT LEAST one of his jokes. Wednesday is fascinated by how tangible and corporeal the Maitlands’ spectral form is and ends up discussing it for hours with Adam (since all of the seances she’s attended have been calling upon invisible spirits)
Barbara goes full on MomModeTM on Lydia. She tells Wednesday all the humiliating stories she knows about Lydia (Wednesday files away the “strange and unusual” comment for future teasing, as Lydia blushes). Of course she compliments Wednesday in all of her woe and how well she suits Lydia. Not to mention how happy she’s made her adopted daughter (cue even more blushing from Lydia). OKAY BUT PHOTO ALBUM TIME.
@gothic-but-will-fight-u and I headcanoned that the Maitlands totally dig out the photo album (Wednesday WILL see the customary picture of baby Lydia’s first bath whether they like it or not) but they know every page that has painful memories for Lydia to skip. Then a picture slips out and... there’s a sadness to Lydia that gets addressed when Wednesday excuses them to go to her bedroom. Cue a retelling of the events of Beetlejuice from when her mom became her dead mom.
Which, naturally, leads us onto the ghost with the most himself: BEETLEJUICE! My goodness the two couldn’t be more opposite and there’s immediate tension between the two. “You’re the one who’s stealing my best friend, huh? You’re smaller than I’d anticipated.”; “So you’re the demon who tried to marry my underage girlfriend, huh? You remember the pain you felt when you died? What if I told you I could triple that and make your afterlife into a deathly Hell. Consider it a threat and a promise.”; “Firstly, it was a green card thing. Secondly, I like this one, Lyds. Where’d you find her?” Lydia proudly proclaiming she found her in the cemetery. Wednesday and Beej have a relationship where they love to hate one another: both know Lydia would be unhappy without one of them, but they doesn’t stop them trying to mutilate one another.
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Can you do a Lydia deetz x reader where y/n is very girly, and she dares Lydia to go out all day in very girly outfits and hair and makeup. But Lydia would only do it if y/n dresses all gothic, and everyone ends up wicked confused ahah?
Lydia and Y/N were the perfect example of opposites attract. The two girls were absolutely opposites. Y/N was a social butterfly that preferred glosses and coordinating pastel outfits.
Lydia preferred one color only: black.
Had it not been for Lydia taking yearbook pictures of the schools musical which Y/N had the pleasure of costuming and doing make up for the two would have never met and gotten together.
The two sat in the library together on a rainy day. Both had forgotten their umbrellas and opted to wait until Lydia’s father would come and pick the two girls up.
“Lydia.”
“Yes?”
“Try-“
“I have no need to try on bubblegum brat lipstick.”
“Come on! You have no problem kissing me with it on.”
“That’s completely different though right?”
“Oh come on Lyds! I bet if you spent a whole day in one of my outfits you would see there’s no problem adding just a splash of color on your life.”
“Only if you wear black for a day and hell freezes over.”
“One of those can be arranged.”
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Charles thought for sure he was caught in a dream at the sight of his daughter as she came down the stairs with not a single piece of black clothing on her body.
Instead she wore a pink plaid dress with a peach sweater cardigan and a pair of bright white shoes where held in one hand and her usual black bag in the other.
And rather than her usual black lipstick she wore a clear pink gloss with a matching eyeshadow and rosy blush across her pale cheeks. her hair was curled rather than in its usual wild state and styled with hairspray that kept the curls from falling.
Even Beetlejuice’s jaw dropped to the floor, literally, and he flew forward to grasp the girls arms.
“Who said it Lyds? Was it that bit-“
“No! A little...experiment is all. Dad, Y/N needs a ride to school she said she’d be here soon if that’s ok.” As she spoke she tied the white tennis shoes ignoring the silent stares of those in the house.
“Of course...sweetie are you sure things are fine? No problems at school?”
“Everything’s fine I swear” Lydia huffed getting off the couch once the doorbell rang. When she opened it the cherry on top that this time made Beeltejuice’s eyes pop out its sockets was Y/N dressed in a black sweater, yellow plaid skirt and ripped black stockings.
Her black lips turned up at her girlfriend while she squealed begging if she could take pictures. Lydia however shook her head with her arms crossed grabbing the giddy girls hand tugging her outside to her fathers car. 
“I’m not the only one seeing this right?” Beetlejuice whispered to Delia.
“Maybe it’s that new tea I had shipped” Delia whispered back looking down at her mug.
In the car Charles kept looking back at his daughter and girlfriend thinking the two girls outfits would swap. 
“Thanks for the ride Mr.Deetz! My cars still getting worked on at the shop.”
“No problem Y/N you look...very lovely today. Any special occasion?” 
“Nope! Just felt like changing things up.” 
Charles nodded looking back to the road “it’s definitely the tea.”
 Lydia let out a defeat sigh looking away from the pocket mirror down at her girlfriend.
“I guess bubblegum brat isn’t too bad.”
“See I told you!”
Lydia smirked leaning down to press a loving kiss on her girlfriends lips.
“But I still prefer it on your lips.”
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HI!, Currently losing my mind thinking about the master being infatuated with a goth girl the doctor picks as a companion. Like proper Addams family, Lydia Deetz, vibes. Literally kidnaps her and says it's a trap for the doctor but he's just FASCINATED by this strange human. He had no idea that humans could be so unusual. When the doctor finds him he just lets her go (they're obviously suspicious). She tells him about her strange hobbies like taxidermy, bug pinning, ghost hunting, seances,etc.
"Let me guess. I've been kidnapped as bate so you can trap the Doctor."
The side glance the Master gave you from his position working at the console told you that while he appeared busy, he wasn't actually busy. He was just standing there, pretending that a display was important while he watched you from the corner of his eye. It was very clear that the display aas meaningless when it hadn't changed the whole time he had been reading it.
"Of course."
"Of course," you responded in the same no nonsense tone.
You wondered over to the shelf of knickknacks glancing over all of the random items kept on this particular shelf. Books and random trinkets from travels filled the shelf you were currently examining.
"A question for you to answer, Master. What's the most haunted planet you have ever been to?"
"What kind of question it that?"
He looked bewildered by your inquiry. You supposed you should explain the seamingly random question.
"The Doctor let's us choose where she tries to go. We all get turns. The others tend to say something they want to try or they pick randomly from a book of planet names. She refuses to go somewhere haunted when I as so I figured if I knew of a haunted planet I could ask to go there. Then I would get a chance to do some ghost hunting."
He gave you a look, as if he couldn't believe that you were interested in ghosts. Little did he know that you were far more interested in death than any of the Doctor's other companions. You were fascinated with death. Something that aided you in your time with the Doctor. Being intrigued instead of horrified made the dilemmas you experienced entertaining as apposed to horrifying.
"Well they aren't exactly ghosts but one planet I've been to had remnants of those who died appear because of a faulty psychic communication field."
You smiled wickedly, "that would be perfect."
"Planet is called Allecia."
"Thank you. It should be ethereal to visit."
The resulting silence as the conversation ended was comfortable. You continued to look at the various messy shelves and their content. One that particularly caught your eye was one with several TCE victim minatures thrown about the shelf. One of them reminded you of a man who had harassed you one day when you had managed to find a nice occult shop on a gothic style planet. The planet had perfect Tim Burton and Henry Selick vibes that you had adored. You had been tempted to stay but had decided against it considering the incredibly violent wildlife.
You picked up one of the TCE victims to hold in your hand. Holding it gave you the same thrill that holding taxidermy gave you. Something dead yet perserved.
"I have to admire the perfection of these as a form of preservation."
The Master seemed to give up on pretending to be busy as he joined you in looking at the miniaturized figure of what used to be a living man.
"You know you're a very strange person to be traveling with the Doctor. You're very... dark."
"I am indeed strange and unusual. I've found life to be more fun that way," you paused to admire the details of the figure before explaining your fascination with his method of murder. "I used to do taxidermy. I stopped due to a lack of time, it took too long to get good results with the amount of time I had to work on it. So I can't help but admire the results that the TCE gets you so quickly."
He smiled with you.
"It is very efficient."
"What have you done with her Master!"
Both of you jumped in suprise as the doors to the Master's TARDIS opened. The TCE victim you were holding being tossed in the air in your surpise. The Doctor was here, storming in to take you back.
"Nothing Doctor. Nothing at all."
"I don't believe you," she growled.
The Doctor grabbed your arm to drag you behind her as she backed off the ship. Never letting him leave her sight. All the Master did was smirk and wave as you left. You smiled to yourself. It wouldn't be long before he stole you again. He was too intrigued with you to ever leave you alone for long.
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Part 2
A Pirates Life for Me: A Beetlejuice Pirates of the Caribbean Part 2 Part 1 Here - https://ldrmas.tumblr.com/post/647682697685237760/part-1 Character sheet for those who have questions -  https://ldrmas.tumblr.com/post/647688946637324288/pirates-characters
-  Please leave a comment or a reblogg telling me what you think. Again if there is dialogue that is a repeat of the movie I am not taking claim to it, I’m just admitting I’m not smart enough to come up with something better. Obliviously this whole plot and lines do not belong to me, they belong to the mouse, I’m just commandeering them for the story, savvy?  But still enjoy, me hearties! -
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“Come here, boy!”
“Come on please.”
“I have a nice juicy bone for ya.”
“Come here.”
Beej rolled his eyes as he leaned against one of the walls of his cell. One of his arms was across his chest while the other was what he was using as a cushion since the stone of the prison was unforgiving with its icy bite and he had already been cold enough today. “You lot can do that forever and the dog will never move.”
“Forgive us for not giving up and resort’ng ourselves to the gallows ‘ust yet.” One of the prisoners scoffed before they went back to calling for the mutt who held a large ring of keys within his jaws. Beej huffed at them before settling back against the wall. He couldn’t bother with them, though he did wish for some peace and quiet so he could think of an escape of some sort. He wasn’t looking forward to the gallows either, not that the lads behind him had to know that.
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“There you go, Miss.” Barbara said as she slid the bed warmer under the several blankets that were tucked over the lady of the house. Lydia had been escorted home after Commodore Strong had asked her for the millionth time if she was alright. A bath had been immediately drawn for her and only when she had four cups of tea in her did her father cease his fussing. It was when he left the manor to return to the fort, did she feel that she could finally breathe.
“It was quite the day for you for sure.” Her maid went on and Lydia put down her book as she leaned back against the pillows. She merely smiled as the day flashed about her thoughts before she hummed.
“Well truth be told I suspected the Commodore to propose, but I still wasn’t entirely prepared for it.” Literally and figuratively, apparently. The more she thought of it, the more she was convinced that her body had been waiting for him to ask the question before she had lost consciousness, just so she wouldn’t have to answer. It made her laugh as she was sure that wasn’t the case, but she couldn’t help wishing it was just that.
“Miss, I meant you being apprehended by that pirate, it sounds dreadful.” Barbara added as she shuffled along the blankets making sure they were secure around her Misses. Lydia’s face fell as she suddenly remembered that she had indeed been in the arms of a pirate today.
“Oh…” Lyds commented as she nodded recalling the roughened hands pressing into her skin. His honey tone of mockery echoing in her pierced ear. Then those eyes. The description she had read about had failed to mention how haunting and beau- “Yes, it was …it was dreadful.” It wouldn’t do to finish that thought it was better to let the thoughts go.
“But the Commodore proposed!” Barbara gushed excitedly. “Now that’s a smart match, Miss, if it’s not too bold to say.”
“It is…” Lydia replied as she settled against the bed, but her eyes didn’t hold any excitement, nor did any part of her. She sighed as she realized she would eventually have to give Berthold an answer, if she could even figure out an answer to give. “He’s a …well he’s what every woman should imagine to marry.”
“Well, if I may,” Barbara hummed as she double checked that the lantern was good for the night.  “…that Dominic Orion, he’s a fine man who fancy’s you as well.”
“Ha,” Lydia giggled as she rolled her eyes and good naturally shook her head. She closed her book losing disinterest in it as she fixed her maid with a dispassionate gaze. “Yes, Dominic is kind, but I don’t feel what he feels for me. He’s more my brother than anything. If those two are my choices of who is supposed to take my hand, then I rather not make the choice at all.”
“Yes, Miss.” Barbara nodded letting her misses have her thoughts despite how innocent they may be. She would have to marry at some time, and it might do her better to marry the fellow whom she considered her brother than a man she had no feelings for at all. It wasn’t her place to say so instead she left the room after bidding the lady a final goodnight. 
Once she was alone Lydia sighed and plucked at the gold coin she was still wearing. She fiddled with it as she recalled the pirate had an interest in it. Why? Why did he care about a thing that was surely small compared to untold treasures he had seen in his life? He had looked he might have ripped it right off her neck had he been given the chance. She didn’t understand it and that made her all the more curious about what had happened today.
She suddenly resided from her thoughts as she realized the light was flickering. Her eyes traveled to her lantern that was indeed filled with enough oil for the night but as she squeezed the pendant in her hand the flame went out as if someone had purposely blown it out. There was no explanation for it and the air ceased in her lungs as an eeriness fell over not only her but the whole of Port Royal.
Well, that couldn’t be good.
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The Commodore and Governor Deetz slowly walked along the walls of the fort. The Governor had returned for he wished to let Bert know that Lydia was indeed alright, also to continue talking with him for he hadn’t many chances at the party earlier that afternoon.
“Has Lydia given you an answer yet?” Charles casually asked with a gentle smile.
“No, not yet.” Bert replied as he sighed but returned the smile to the older man.
“Well, it’s been a difficult day for her. This ghastly weather is the fitting ending to such a day, don’t you agree?”
“It is bleak, indeed.” Bert nodded as he took a moment to fall back, glancing out to the dark water.
“What is that?” They both heard a faint whistle not instantly understanding what it was, but Bert jerked the Governor to the ground as a cannon ball struck the fort just behind him. He completely covered Charles’s body with his own and only when it was safe, he sat up again calling out orders to return fire.
“It can’t be…” Beej gasped as he jerked up from the perch in his cell, jumping to the barred window and looking down into the Cove of Port Royal. He was thankful that the window had a perfect view and his lips curled high as he was able to make out the black ship that nearly blended into the ocean that was colored coal from the dark night.
“My Kali…” He whispered as he watched the ship sent cannon shot after shot to the town and the fort.
“It’s the Kali!” One of the prisoners asked before he whimpered the name as he heard the Captain talk about the ship. They didn’t have a window like Beej did but there was nothing from stopping them from hearing the repeated cannon fire. “I’ve…I heard stories, she’s been preying on settlements ‘n ships for nearly ten years. Never leaves any survivors.”
“Ask yourself this, mate, where the stories come from if there be no survivors?” Beej mocked as he reluctantly took his eyes off the ship for just a moment to acknowledge the idiot prisoner behind him.
“Huh…”
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Port Royal never stood a chance as the town was blasted to bits from the cannon fire. It hit every building, every structure, everything that was put together was blown apart. Men, woman, children scattered crying out and screaming into the dark night hoping to just possibly survive.
The cries of the town echoed all the way up to the fort where the navy was returning fire.
“Stash the muzzle flash. Stephen, more cartridges on the double man.” Bert commanded, before he stepped to Charles’s side touching his shoulder. “Governor, barricade yourself in my office.”
They ducked as a blast interrupted them before Bert growled. “That’s an order.” Charles gasped in deep fear but then nodded, knowing there wasn’t any way he could argue. He moved across the fort taking refugee in the office reluctantly.
Then it got worse as on the shoreline several boats filled with pirates stormed upon the sandy beach. They were here to raid pillage and destroy while two were on a special mission to find what their captain had demanded. A small shiny, invaluable to pirates despite its size.
Pirates flooded the streets and the ship circled around in the cove until it was further out and raining cannon fire down upon the fort. The people that weren’t lucky enough to get away from the damage of the cannon balls, they were attacked by blades of the pirates.
Dominic ran out into the streets grabbing axes and two swords from the shop, hoping to help. He threw an axe at a pirate that was chasing a screaming woman, it lodged into his back killing him. The pirate crumpled, giving the woman a chance to get away, Dom grabbed the axe before he jumped back into the fray.
Lydia ran out to the balcony of the house seeing the ship and the fort locked in an impasse of exchanging cannons neither willing to give up. She gasped as a lot of pirates stormed at the manor’s gates, having no difficulty with throwing it open and rushing to the door of the home. She ran back inside just as the pirates were knocking at the door. One of the butlers was walking across the foyer and sadly, just as Lydia screamed at him ‘Don’t!’, he already had and a gun went off. The butler landed back deader than a nail and Lydia shrieked at watching him die.
“Up there.” One of the pirates pointed at her. Lydia instantly took off for her room slamming the door closed and locking it. She was about to run into her main sleeping quarters when she ran into Barbara, they both screamed while her maid clutched onto her.
“The-They’ve come to kidnap you, Miss!”
“What?”
“You’re the governor’s daughter.” Lydia’s eyes widened but she jumped as the door rattled, the pirates were about to get through. “They haven’t seen you, so hide and the chance you get run to the fort.”
Then Lyds turned running back along the room just as she did the pirates broke through the barrier tumbling into the seating room and just catching the girl running into the next space. The shorter one gave chase but as he came to the threshold Lydia slammed the bedwarmer right into his face. Barbara ran through the door as she figured she wouldn’t get another chance.
The taller pirate captured the warmer’s handle before Lydia could swing it at him. They struggled until Lydia pulled the mechanism and hot embers fell upon the pirate like black rain. He screamed and jerked about as she dropped the heavy iron object then ran past them both.
“Hot, it’s hot. She burned me!”
“Come on!” The other pirate pulled him so that they both could give chase. One chased her down the stairs while the other jumped the landing trapping her upon the steps. There were other pirates about the home ransacking it for anything of value. A cannon was shot aimed perfectly at the house and it soared through the air hitting the nameless pirate and piles of gold in his arms square on. It was enough to weaken the support of the chandelier, so Lydia bolted passed one of the pirates as it crashed upon the floor, running into the dinning room.
She barred the door and instantly grabbed at the swords plaque that was above the fireplace, only it just decoration. The swords she hoped to use as defense wouldn’t budge so her head snapped around the room and then dove for a hiding place just as the pirates kicked passed her improve lock.
The two marched into the room one pointed at the opening window figuring they would have to chase her through the gardens yet the shorter one grabbed his arm and shook his head.
“We know you’re here, lassie.” He called out to the space. He slowly looked about the room while his friend remained quiet besides him. “Come out and we won’t hurt’cha. You have something that belongs to us, Lass. It calls to us.”
Lydia glanced down at the necklace. This. This thing brought them here. Why what was going on. “The gold calls to us.” Her hiding space went dark and she snapped her gaze up as the pirate was grinning right at here through the crack of the door.
“There ya are, Lass.” The doors opened and Lydia dropped the necklace as one word fell from her lips.
“Parley!”
The shorter of the pirates had pointed a gun to her hoping to shoot her but paused at the word. He glanced at his companion, but his gaze quickly went back to the lass. “How do you-”
“I invoke the right of parley!” Lydia repeated as she stood defiantly against the two, her palms shaking at her sides. “According to the Code of the Brethren composed by pirates Bartholomew and Morgan, you are now to take me before your captain.”
“I know the Code!” The smaller one growled as he was still confused on how a lady such as herself could recite the basic rules of the code as well as an old sea salt.
“Drop your weapon, then.” Lyds added as she glanced at the barrel of the pistol he was holding. “You know as well as I do, you can not harm me until the parley is complete.”
“To hell with the Code, Poppy, let’s just-”
“We must honor the Code, Vince, ain’t that right, Lassie? You want to go to the captain, fine, then you’ll come with us without a fuss.” Lydia complied as they grabbed at her and she could only hope they wouldn’t be hit by cannon fire before they made it to the ship.
~
“Watch out!” Beej yelled as he jumped from the window to the far end of the cell shoving his arms over his head. A cannon burst through the wall of the jail, shattering the stone wall as if it were simply paper, debris scattering like cockroaches along the floor.  
Beej shook out his head, the explosion left a deep ringing in his brain, but dread filled him as he noticed the position of the new crater. The prisoners in the next cell over hollered in joy as one by one they climbed out until there was one remaining.
“You have me sympathies, mate. Better luck next time.” He teased before joining the others and escaped into the night. Beetle sighed as he came up to the small part of the crater on his side of the bars, there was no escaping for him. He couldn’t even put his head through the hole. It was then he noticed the bone on the ground and he rolled his eyes before grabbing at it.
He had to try after all.
“Come on, boy.” He whistled while flicking the bone back and forth. The dog got to his feet coming over to him. “That’s right, it’s just the two of us now. You and old Beetle. Come on, closer. That’s it, come on, you stupid mingy mangled cur.”
The dog was just out of reach, so close but so far, before there was a loud clash at the top of the stairs. The dog then ran off deeper into the jail and Beetle cussed as he couldn’t grab him let alone the keys. His eyes then jumped to the stairs as there was more crashing, then a soldiers body was falling down the steps, and not moving once it came to a stop. There was however two walking down after him, two fellows he knew all too well.  
“Hey, Dan, look who we have here.” Leonard sneered as he strolled up to the bars. “Captain Beetle Kreaton.” He spat at the ground barely missing Beej’s arm who glared up at him from the other side of the iron cage.
“Last time we saw you, you were by your lonesome stuck on that godforsaken island, shrieking out like a woman as we sailed away.” Dan chuckled as he eyed the pirate with a grin that belonged on the devil himself. “Things haven’t improved since then have they, Kreaton.”
“Ya know, funny you should mention god, fellows.” Beej hummed as he dropped the bone before pulling himself up to his full height. “Because it’s not someone you’d be meeting soon, the deepest circle of hell is reserved for lot like you, mutineers and traitors.”
A hand shoved through the bars slamming upon his throat, near crushing his esophagus. That wasn’t the worst of it though, the arm that was now squeezing his skin was in the light of the moon and was nothing but bone. Bone and torn up fabric of the man’s otherwise intact jacket. Beej’s eyes widened in slight fright before he hummed.
“So, the curse is real.” He gasped as the skeleton fingers squeezed the skin of his neck. “Interesting.”
“You couldn’t even begin to understand hell, bastard.” Leonard sneered before he jerked his hand against the ex-captain’s neck once again then the two turned rushing back up the stairs from once they came.  
“That’s truly interesting.” He hummed as he was alone once again.
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She was rushed through the streets. Lydia had saw a glimpse of Dominic fighting among the several citizens but the pirate continued on to lead her through the streets and so she couldn’t tell if he saw her. She was guided to a long boat where they held not only her but countless arrays of goods they had obtained from the town. The pirates didn’t touch her other than the smaller one keeping a crushing grip upon her arm. He warned them all not to bother her since she had shouted parley.  
They pulled her up upon the ship. They helped her crouch under the gunwale and take her first steps on board. There was so much going on, men running about, the echoing of the cannons in the air, it was madness. She could only gaze up at a man on the stern castle deck draped in a coat of ashen gray and a large hat perched upon his head decorated with unrecognizable feathers. A capuchin monkey swung on some random rigging before perching itself upon the Captain’s shoulder. He was surly the captain and who she would be negotiating with.
She was all confirmed in her thoughts as the two men who had guided her this entire way began dragging her to the stairs, only to be halted by a towering man with eyes of deep angry blue.
“We agreed, no captives.” He spat glancing at Lydia as if she were a thorn in his side.
“She invoked parley with the Capt’n.” Poppy barked as he tried to push past Sandy Marte, but the Lady got out of his grip, stepping closer to the First Mate instead.
“I’m here to ne-” A resounding slap echoed over the entire ambiance, silencing it and all the men stopped what they were doing to watch. Lydia yelped at the sting, covering the impact with her palm. She wanted to say something further, yet words died on her tongue as her eyes widened in slight fear.
“You’d speak when you are spoken too!” Sandy growled keeping his hand up just as a threat to hit her again before a hand soundly landed upon his forearm and long unkept nails dug into his skin.  
“And you...” Sandy made to flinch and gulp as he listened to that chilling voice. “…will do good to remember that no harm is to come to those under the protection of parley.”
“Aye, sir.” The First Mate agreed retreating his sun kissed arm and backing up among the other lads, allowing the Captain to step forward. Lydia held her ground standing as straight and proud as any noble should. She would not let her fear show, she couldn’t. She eased her hand down as the imposing man stepped closer. He looked her over, down his pointed nose with his eyes of earth brown sweeping about her completely, as if he could read her very soul. His mouth crooked up into a disturbing smile once he looked back into her own hazel eyes.
“My apologies, Miss.” He said in more of a whisper, as if the whole crew wasn’t listening to their every word.
“Captain Brightman…” Lydia stated the name slowly, showing him the respect he deserved, despite what she thought of him, yet there was a growl to her tone as she continued. “I am here to negotiate the cessation of hostilities against Port Royal.”
“There be many long words in that, Miss.” The Captain quirked his lips before he began chuckling at her, in fact the whole crew was chuckling under their breaths. “We be humble pirates, so one more time, what it be that you actually want?”
“I want you to leave then never come back.” She out right demanded, never once breaking her gaze from the captain even as now the whole ship broke out into amused laughter. Her fists curled at her sides, doing right to keep her trembling at bay. She wished to silence them all, but she knew it be better to ignore them. Her focus had to be solely on the Captain, or she would lose her nerve.
“I am disinclined to acquiesce to such a request.” Brightman at last replied, his smile blooming into a full grimy toothed smirk, especially as he hunched by leaning forward right into her personal space when her face pinched in confusion. “Otherwise known as ‘No’.”
“Right, then.”  She jerked the necklace off her neck then stormed over to the railing of the ship. Her hand shot out the chain dangling from her closed fist before she turned her eyes back on the captain with a glare. “I’ll drop it.”  
“That small bit matters nothing to us while our hold overflows with swag,” Brightman casually chuckled as he moved closer to her eyeing the pendant with disdain though his face fell as his eyes returned to hers. “Why bother with the threat, Lass?”
“You’ve been searching for this, have you not?” Lydia questioned as she glanced about the pirates, knowing they needed this but wondering why they weren’t stopping her. “I know I’m not mistaken, you are the pirates that I saw after you all attacked the ship eight years ago when I crossed from England. I’d know this ship anywhere.”
“Oh, do you now?” The Captain taunted while he hid his surprise. Lydia glared at him as he seemed to be mocking her. She could easily play his game if need be. She sighed glancing over the pirates once more before shrugging.
“Very well, if it’s worthless then there is no point to keep it.” The necklace chain lengthened slightly in her hand, the coin slid closer to the water. It was an instant reaction. Every single person other than her jerked forward reaching out for the gold and her. Brightman had the reaction she strived for the most, he yelled out for her to stop, the desperate ‘no’ falling from his chapped lips sent a pleased smile upon her own.  
He then laughed before gliding closer to her not stopping until he was invading her space once again. She pulled her hand back clutching the coin in her palm now. She made not to move back as his eyes swept about her again as if she be a puzzle he couldn’t understand. This close she could tell his eyes had a hint of yellow mixing in with the white, but it didn’t deter from the coldness of his brown irises boring into her. “You got a name, Miss?”
“Lydia…” She caught herself from saying her true name and dropped her head in a bow. “Lydia Orion, I’m a maid amid the governor’s staff.”
They should have realized that she wasn’t a maid by the state of her dress alone, but they were too focused on her name. “Miss Orion.” Brightman echoed so that all of his lads could hear the name as true as a bell. Murmurs burst from the pirates, all them now sporting smirks or grins, ones they knew to be filled with deep relief. Lydia pinched her brows as she heard the two pirates that had escorted her here in the first place.
“Doomed Doomie.” The shorter one had said to the other, who slowly turned about to gaze at her with more intrigue than before.
“Now,” Lydia snapped her eyes back to the Captain who was once again smirking at her and ranking his eyes over her completely. “how does a maid come to acquire such a thing? Perhaps passed down from a family member?”
“Are you inquiring I have stolen it, because I have not.” She questioned in reply. It seemed to be the answer he was willing to accept because his smirk fell into a simple grin as he held out his hand.
“Alright then, hand it over, and you have my word, we’ll put this town to our rudder and ne’er come back.” She reluctantly handed over the shiny, easing it into his hand. He passed it to the monkey who had been upon his shoulder the entire time. The monkey gripped the necklace before jumping up and disappearing along the rat lines. When she could no longer see the creature, her eyes went back to him before they settled in a harsh glare.
“We have a bargain?” The Captain said nothing just turned about on his boots nodding to his first mate. The man instantly called out the orders for those who were still on shore to come back and for the guns to cease fire. The Captain was walking away from her, but she was immediately at his heels calling out for him to take her to shore.
“You have to take me back for according to the code-”
“Firstly,” He barked as he turned about catching her against him as she bumped against his suddenly stopped body. She almost yelped as his body was unnaturally cold and his voice was mockingly ringing in her ear. “You didn’t request to be returned to shore, so I don’t have to do nothing. Secondly, for the code to apply you must be a pirate and you are no such thing, then lastly, Lassie, the code be more guidelines, not official rules. So welcome aboard the Kali, Miss Orion.” He released her and she stumbled back into the arms of the two pirates who had cornered her in her own home. They dragged her away to the Captain’s cabin, locking her within the room before joining their fellow mates to help with making sail. Captain Brightman stood at the helm where his companion jumped back upon his shoulder and he held the necklace once again.
After all these years, they had the final piece and even better the blood to be paid, once they cleared of this port they would finally break the curse upon them all. He shuddered as he guided the Kali out of the cove and a smirked curled his lips high. Oh yes, he could nearly taste it, freedom at long last.
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I'm so curious about how this all winds up! When and how does Lydia forgive Beej? What is their relationship like after they've made up? I want to know Lydia's character arc during and post plot!!! :0
My Lydia makes way more,, fucked up decisions than canon musical Lydia. She goes toe-to-toe with Betelgeuse in act 2, rather than being blindly manipulated.
After kinda sabotaging her relationship with the Maitlands, she decides to resurrect her mom. Cuz hell, ghost magic freed her from her abuser, and she was going to kill herself before all this anyways- so why not push her luck and dabble with magic?
She can't find anything on resurrection (its impossible in my AU, not even Betelgeuse will be coming back to life), but she DOES find out that she can banish Betelgeuse by saying his name three times again after he's been summoned. So she blackmails him for info on how to bring back the dead.
Needless to say, Betelgeuse is NOT pleased that Lydia went looking for a way to bring back her mom (and replace him!!!) and straight up threatened to banish him?? So he reminds her that he's a fucking demon and threatens to kill her. But Lydia doesn't even flinch. She's basically like "Do it pussy. You better kill me faster than I can say your name."
At this point in the AU Betelgeuse has already recognized that he has some Issues™ and knows that he couldn't bring himself to kill Lydia. But he also knows she won't accept the truth that resurrection is impossible, so he lies and tells her that she needs to sacrifice a soul in exchange for her mom's, and shows her the exorcism ritual.
When he makes his demands, he frames it like "I need to ensure my access to the living world, you need my undead Expertise. Let's make a proper pact." But he's a lonely freak who can't help himself so he still proposes marriage instead of like, literally anything else dkdsksjsk
She agrees, goes to the netherworld instead, yada yada. When she comes back she can technically just say his name three times right away but she's like "okay i admit this was kinda my bad, he was cool for a second??" So instead she does the ol' Creepy Old Guy routine. Except in my version, while Betelguese is distracted and dancing and shit, they're setting up a circle and candles etc around him to seal him in place.
While he's immobilized, that's when Lydia proposes making a pact, but like, one that isn't marriage and she actually gets a say on the conditions of.
This is where I'm still deciding on the details, but the general idea is that Betelgeuse is going to have his powers revoked for two years while living with the Deetz and the Maitlands and they'll just See how things go and renegotiate at the end of the contract.
Also Juno gets pissed because oh my god the fucking bug man is making deals AGAIN even tho he just lost everything like 2 weeks ago wtf he is so annoying. Idk how that resolves but its too funny for me to leave her out at the end 💀
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OKAY EVERYONE SO……HERE’S JUNO AS THE HIGH PRIESTESS. I went with movie!Juno because she’s actually really great and I love her even though she’s still a stone cold bitch. Movie!Juno rights!
GOD I’VE BEEN SO EXCITED TO POST THIS PURELY BECAUSE I;VE BEEN DYING TO WRITE A WHOLE BUNCH OF META ABOUT HOW I FEEL REGARDING JUNO’S CHARACTER IN THE MUSICAL LOL
SO HERE IT GOES OKAY THIS IS LIKE THREE PAGES OF ANALYSIS SO I’M PUTTING IT UNDER THE CUT LOL
Disclaimer: this shit is just my personal opinion and if you disagree with me, that’s cool. Also I’m not perfectly woke so if any of this is objectively wrong or offensive just lemme know lol.
ALRIGHT SO! When the movie was adapted into the musical, the characters were reworked to better fit with the new medium, and large segments of the movie script were completely cut out or replaced. Which, okay, that’s fine. That’s normal. It’s an adaptation after all. Things are bound to change.  
But the way they reworked Juno has always frustrated me and I honestly think it’s one of the musical’s biggest flaws. Movie Juno is harsh and cold and, tbh, completely useless to Adam and Barbara. But she isn’t the villain of the piece and no blame is ever directed towards her. It’s always obvious that Beetlejuice is the clear antagonist.
HoWeVeR, in the musical, they reshape her character completely. She’s now Beej’s abusive, neglectful mother and the Top Bitch of the netherworld. And several times throughout the show Beej alludes to how his abusive upbringing helped to shape him into the asshole that he is today. 
Near the end of the musical, Juno arrives in the living realm to drag everyone back to the netherworld (which, okay, Dick-move for sure). And through her interactions with Beej and the rest of the cast here, it’s made obvious to the audience that this scene is meant to be the reveal of the ACTUAL, OVERALL villain of the story. The Big Bad after Beej. (And obviously, in-universe, she is an abusive, undefendable villain but I’m talkin’ storytelling here, not canonocity lol)
Later, when Beetlejuice victoriously rides in on a sandworm (which, okay, is kind of an awesome moment), Juno gets eaten by it. After this, everyone just kinda seems cool with Beetlejuice since he saved them from Juno but??? He was ALSO trying to kill them 5 minutes ago?? But it’s okay now because Beetlejuice eliminated the REAL bad guy i guess. 
Setting up Juno as Beej’s past abuser, using her to threaten the deetz/maitland household, killing(?) her via sandworm, then showing instant comradery between beej and the deetzland household just re-directs the blame from Beej onto Juno.  
Beej was never 100 percent an asshole! He had childhood trauma! That’s why he killed and tortured people and forced Lydia into a child marriage!  It was all secretly Juno’s fault the whole time! She raised him and made him into who he is!
So in a storytelling sense, Beetlejuice has been absolved of all his previous sins and his role shifts closer toward being a misunderstood victim instead of the villain. 
Now Beetlejuice can exist happily with his new family (uh…kinda) and nobody has to think about how Beej is actually personally responsible for what he did DESPITE THE FACT that he was abused as a child. 
Beej having a traumatic childhood, doesn’t excuse his actions??? That’s not how blame works! But it’s what the musical is conveying to the audience. 
And the redirection of blame here ALSO plays into the shitty idea that an abused child will grow up to be an abusive adult. But again; that’s not how things really work! 
Hurting others is a choice, not an inescapable fate of abused kids. And not something you can blame on past trauma.
Plus??? It not only teaches the wrong lesson about blame, it also does a disservice to juno and beejs characters.
Beetlejuice can still be a likable sympathetic villain without his new tragic backstory being used to excuse his actions and re-direct his blame.
 I personally think that using his backstory in this way is kind of like telling the audience “Oh no don’t worry! It’s not REALLY his fault because his mom abused him! You can still like him as a character!”  But like….Audiences LOVE villains! ESPECIALLY angsty ones. There’s no need to use his angst to make him an Okay Guy all along. 
((Juno is just 100 percent evil though so that the audience can have somebody to hate and label as the real villain of the show. ))
Idk. I mean,  I’m okay with beej having a traumatic backstory as a concept, but the way everything was written just felt cheap to me.
AS FOR THE DISSERVICE TO JUNO’S CHARACTER,,,,I MEAN,,,,KINDA OBVIOUS SO I WON’T RANT TOO MUCH MORE ABOUT IT BUT….
If the musical really wanted to go with this storyline, why take an already established female character and rewrite her to be the Absolute Villain with no redeeming characteristics? Taking an already known female character and boiling her down to just The Bad Guy so that the main antagonist has someone to blame and angst over is….. I mean……kinda seems a lil misogynistic to me lol….They could have just as easily created a new character haha
Especially considering that the movie came out in a time where it was even more uncommon to see well written female characters in hollywood than it is today. DOUBLEY SO FOR OLDER WOMEN whom practically don’t even exist in movies today lmao.
Okay uhhm i think that’s it. I just have a lot of feelings about the ending of the musical. Jesus. Just wait until I get around to how I would completely rework all of act two! Hahaha. No but I love the musical, i’m just critical of everything lol.
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come on in, folks, i got some kind of goof ass Beetlejuice/Evil Dead crossover for you to enjoy.
He’s eighteen, and it’s Saturday, which means that he and Lydia are wandering around Manhattan, looking for trouble to get into. Lydia, eleven and ever his little shadow, is standing next to him, as they take a moment, on the busy New York street corner, to sip their boba and think about their next move. They were meant to be watching some horror movie that had looked alright from the previews, but ended up being so stupid, it wasn’t even fun, and the Deetz siblings had found themselves walking out, one hour poorer but a bucket of overly butter saturated movie popcorn richer. “I still can’t believe how bad that was,” Lydia says, again, huffing, because they’d actually paid money to see that stinker, instead of sneaking in, which is their usual habit. “Ya get one big name attached an’ everyone apparently stops givin’ a shit. Musta figured th’ droolin’ masses would eat it up,” he agrees, and he slurps up the last of his tapioca balls, and then proceeds to eat the plastic straw. “Is it too much to ask that characters actually be interesting, and, I don’t know, behave like normal human people?” Lyds bitches, as BJ takes a bite out of his cup, too. She glances up at him, dryly. “I mean, I guess maybe my standards for normality are low, but still.”
He grins at her. “Whatever could you possibly mean, sister dearest?” he puts on a posh, almost transatlantic accent, and she rolls her eyes, and sucks boba up in her straw, then shoots the pearls at him like a pea shooter. He snorts and laughs.
It’s a good day, despite the letdown at the movies. It’s nearly that time of year, just about the start of his seasonal depression, as the sun becomes shy and things go cold and gray. Still, there’s some time left with the sunshine, so he’s drinking it up, savoring it, and it feels good, to stand here with Lyds, and talk about nothing. “Alright, come on, let’s second act it,” he grins, and she perks up. “I think Wicked’s playing!” “Wicked’s always playin’.” “Well, I’m not sitting through Hamilton, it’s a Saturday. I’m not learning if I don’t have to.” “Totally fuckin’ fair. Music Man, maybe?” “Hugh Jackman’s weirdly brick shaped head freaks me out.” “There’s gotta be a show we can sneak into,” BJ frowns, scratching at the scruff of his chin, and then he catches a scent he’s never smelled before, as Lydia puzzles through their remaining options. It’s like death, sort of, but not. Like death warmed over, or death, refried. He takes his sister’s hand, and leads her away from the street corner, following the smell, nose in the air, pupils blown wide, and Lydia laughs. “Great, time to go poke a dead thing. That’s more fun than The Last Four Years, at least.” She’s seen him go like this before, and thinks she knows what to expect.
Neither of them know how to react when they follow the scent down an alleyway and see the violent fight happening in front of them.
Parked at the far end of the alleyway is a car, some 70’s make that he doesn’t know enough about such things to name, and between it, and the Deetz siblings, is an one handed man absolutely going feral on a group of three refried dead smelling zombie… things. “Deadly-vu,” he hears Lydia whisper, as they watch the man perform a scissor kick that sends a zombie head flying. It bounces like a basketball against the brick wall that makes the alleyway, rolls, and lands at the Deetz sibling’s feet. There’s a beat, as they stare at it, and it stares back, before the head on the ground opens its mouth and speaks. “DEMON!” it shrieks, and then it makes the life ending choice to roll at Lydia, teeth bared, and his boot is going through it, crushing through the skull like an overly juicy bug under his heel. He takes a second to wipe the gore from his sole onto the pavement. “Maybe Wicked could be good,” he turns and says to Lydia, who responds by ducking behind him, because the body the head formerly belonged to seems to be stumbling at them, clutching something in it’s boiled and infected and puss covered arms, and it thrusts the thing at BJ, before falling down and collapsing into dust. It’s a book. Some kind of creepy old demon book, from the look of it. He wrinkles his nose in vague disgust, and then takes a sniff. If the zombie things are refried death, this thing is a whole fucking Mexican food buffet of it, and it makes his head spin in a way he’s never felt before. He kind of likes it. He’s about to give the cursed reading material a tentative lick before a boom rings out from in front of them- the one handed man has pulled a sawed off shotgun off his back, and dispatched another corpse thing. There’s one left, and it’s circling the man, who by this point is so blood covered, he looks like he was tricked into being prom queen, or something.
“Is it just me, or do you freaks just keep gettin’ uglier?” the man quips, and the corpse lunges, a stumbling move which earns it the butt of the shotgun to the jaw, which goes flying. The zombie is shot through the gut, and drops, but is a twitching, squirming mess. BJ’s seen enough horror movies to know that thing is getting back up. The stranger has apparently, too. He takes a moment to reload the shotgun, then double taps, blowing clean through the thing’s skull. He blows at the slightly smoking barrels of his sawed off, twirls it, and holsters it, re-slipping it onto his back. It’s a pretty cool move, actually, and the siblings watch in rapt attention. It takes the three remaining people (well, two people, one demon,) in the alley a moment to actually focus on each other, and there’s silence, before the stranger speaks. “Uh,” says the man, covered in blood, and Lydia peaks out from behind BJ, and stares at him, with big eyes. “Kids,” he hears the man mutter. “Great, just what I need, a coupla kids, gettin’ in my way.. Hey, kiddies,” he says, louder, with a smile, which might be really charming when he’s not soaked in rot and blood, but the effect at the moment is not as sincere and friendly as he clearly thinks it is. “Looks like you two little heroes managed to wrangle my book away from those deadites. You wanna do your pal Ash a favor, and hand it over?” He makes a “come here” motion with his stump arm, and then seems to realize that’s not so appealing, because he tucks that appendage behind his back, worried, suddenly, about scaring them. As if a man with a missing hand is the weirdest thing they've seen in the last five minutes.
“What the fuck,” Lydia says, and BJ can’t help but agree with that sentiment. Also, he feels a vague sense of sudden responsibility for this weird old tome. It doesn’t exactly seem like the kind of thing a human should have. Maybe those zombies… deadites? Maybe they were trying to get back what was stolen from them. Though he’s not charitable enough to assume that they’re the good guys in this feud. The stranger, Ash, takes a careful step forward. “It’s alright,” he says, like he’s talking to a wild animal he’s trying to tame, and not a teen and preteen, respectively. “I’m not gonna hurtcha. Just need to get my book back.”
A sudden screeching wind roars down the alleyway, and both living humans react, ducking, as it bellows and swirls around them, kicking up dust and trash and chunks of leftover deadite. “Demon! Aid us!” BJ feels a presence in front of his face, something he can’t see, but a great, ancient something, reaching out to him, demanding, begging, pleading, for him to assist in whatever macabre goal it wants to meet. He responds by sticking his unglamoured tongue out at it. “Ewww, gross. No.”
The thing shrieks again, and makes a beeline for Lydia, which is just about the stupidest thing it could have done, because he drops his glamour fully and snarls, gives the ancient being a psychic push back, and he sends the thing that cannot be seen flying, out of the shady darkness of this alleyway, past what he assumes to be Ash’s car, and out onto the city street, into the sun. It shrieks and moans and curses him. He flips it off, as it dissipates. The vibe in the air, however, tells him it’s not “dead,” just gone.
Ash straightens up and looks at him. BJ’s already slipped his human disguise back on, so the effect is that Ash has just seen what seems to be a slightly too pale and definitely overweight human teen somehow push back an ancient evil, totally unaffected. Now it’s his turn to let out a confused, “What the fuck?”
“Come on, BJ!” Lydia grabs her big brother’s arm and pulls him away, running from the gore and the confused zombie slayer. “Wait, kids-!” Ash rounds the corner, after them, but the Deetz siblings are already gone, disappeared into thin air, flash stepping the span of blocks in the blink of an eye, and they don’t stop until Lydia, sick from the teleportation, gives his hand a squeeze. They appear on a rooftop, confusing and traumatizing some pigeons that had been roosting.
“Wait, why did we run?’ BJ asks, and Lydia looks at him like he’s a moron. “Because that guy was clearly a monster hunter! And kind of really good at it!” she says. He mulls that over, and smiles. “Worried for your big bro?” he bats his eyelashes at her, and she responds by slugging him in the gut, which he reacts the barest amount to. “Last thing I want is to explain to mom and dad how you ended up with a shotgun blast through your skull,” she says, and crosses her arms, before leaning forward, to study the book he’s still holding. “So. What is that?” He grins. “Wanna open it an’ find out?” Read the rest of the first chapter here!
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