IND. BETELGUESE OF BEETLEJUICE, written by alyssa. headcanon, musical, and movie based. working on rules, info, etc. so in the meantime refer to @vasilievna

Andulka
Xuebing Du

Product Placement

Janaina Medeiros

izzy's playlists!

@theartofmadeline
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Kaledo Art

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cherry valley forever
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YOU ARE THE REASON

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@btlejuice
IND. BETELGUESE OF BEETLEJUICE, written by alyssa. headcanon, musical, and movie based. working on rules, info, etc. so in the meantime refer to @vasilievna
ok goodnight <333 things will HAPPEN later when my vision isnt blurry from sleepiness
where are all the creachures of the fucking night -_-…
Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Begone Thot.
@sasayamas.
❝ THINK ABOUT ALL THE FUN WE COULD HAVE! ❞ rough voice barely hides the begging whine threatening to bubble up from within his throat, hand hovering perhaps diabolically over sasayama’s arm. c’mon, c’mon, c’mon. there doesn’t look to be an ounce of pure intention on his greasy, grinning face, but something in him told him that sasayama wasn’t paying attention to that, not with all the possibilities so readily offered to him. ❝ he’s just gotta say it three times and you and i both get what we want. and hey — wouldn’t it be exciting to see all those breathers again? it’s not like he’s the only one in this deal, after all! could finish all that unfinished business ya got. ❞
@shkagari.
the usual black stripes of his suit are promptly switched with a snap of the fingers to an obnoxious red, a demon decked out in the stereotypical outfit of a carnival worker. the vibrancy of the room merely accentuates the grime that oozes all over his rot - covered body, eyes glinting bright yellow with excitement and deviance as he looks out over tons of brains in pristine glass boxes, working like a well - oiled machine — a machine he’d love to put a wrench in. from behind his back appears a cartoonishly large, seemingly blown - up mallet, which he promptly holds out to kagari, the shit - eating grin upon his disgusting face particularly nasty. ❝ STEP RIGHT UP, KID! ❞