I Couldn’t Stop Laughing While I Made This! Please Enjoy!

*beej and Lydia about to do something stupid*

Lydia: are you ready?

Beej: Of course I’m ready. Chaos is my middle name.

Lydia: I thought your middle names was Beetlejuice

Beej:

Beej: listen here you little shit-

Don’t freeze.

im so sorry. 

ANIMATION IS HARD

Daddy, are you okay?

“When we got it, we high fived and Adam carried me like a fireman’s hold.”

—— Daisy Ridley

52 with Incubus!Beej sounds so made for eachother

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

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

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

Where the fuck are you?

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

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

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