#beetlebabes week

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1.“dancing with the devil”

[deadly-vu-cosplay]

Art for Day 2 - Beetlebabes week.

"14th century/ Black Plague"

"Ma che bella..." Means "How beautiful..." Look - I've done Alive Beej in 14th century and because of the second movie I like to think he is italian - "canonly" :P Anyways, this version is de-saturated to be something older. The full color version is below.

[babes-week]

I wanted this year's Babes Week to center around the idea of 'Yes were sad that the musical is over but it just means another adventure is around the corner'. So in a way we're celebrating what's to come. I hope you all have fun with this week! Let the creativity take you to all the stange and unusual places only your imagination can produce! Have fun!

Create whatever you want as long as it fits within the theme of the day.  Writing, art, crafts, playlists, etc., it doesn’t matter!  Just create!

Just have fun!  Don’t feel pressured to participate, but share the work of others because everyone has always created gorgeous masterpieces. And don’t worry about getting the Day done on the same day, do these at your own pace, whether they take the rest of the week, a month or the rest of the year. This event isn’t going away after May 7th so don’t be afraid to submit whatever you want to contribute after the 7th.

Anonymous submissions will be allowed if you don’t feel comfortable posting your creation on your blog.  Send me a message @ldrmas or an ask privately and I will take care of it!

Note hate will be tolerated or responded to.  I’ll delete any negative comment or ask.  This week is meant to be fun and a way to encourage people to create!

Official Tag to find submissions: BeetleBabes Week 2023

If you have any questions, feel free to ask! 

Beautiful Art by @greatgaspiads​ 

[walltowallfandoms]

Babes Week: Well, That Went Horribly...

Lydia reflects on her summoning of BJ to save the Maitlands, and how horribly that went...or was it really so bad after all?

(Also readable on AO3 and here)

Well, that went horribly, Lydia thought to herself, for what was probably the thousandth time.

When she had seen what the supposed "seance" had been doing to the Maitlands—essentially exorcising them, making their spirits deteriorate to resemble their decaying and buried bodies—she had understandably panicked. She had been this close to losing the only two friends she'd had at the time, and had no way of stopping it. No way of halting it. No way of doing anything at all.

On her own.

But, if she'd had help...someone who could do something, anything at all...

The panic had made her desperate. Her desperation had led her to call on the guy who had terrorized her parents earlier. Clearly, he'd had power, more than the Maitlands, and certainly more than Lydia herself.

So. She had ran to the model of the town that Adam had made, where she knew that guy had been hanging out, and had said the magic words.

Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice.

And so she'd given him the power to help the Maitlands. And himself.

She had known the deal. He'd told her, in no uncertain terms (and had even stressed that those weren't his terms), what her end of the bargain would have to be. And she had agreed, with barely a second thought. But of course she had–she'd been desperate.

And so, once that creep had saved her friends, he had expected her to fulfill her end of the deal. Which was getting married to him. To a ghost. To a poltergeist. To the spirit of a long dead man.

Which hadn't been an unreasonable expectation on his part, she had to admit. She had, after all, agreed to it.

But it had been out of desperation. So she hadn't been exactly eager to go through with it.

Luckily, even after all attempts to send him back to whatever slimey hole he had crawled out of, the so-called wedding had been interrupted. By Barbara, riding on a sandworm, which had then eaten her groom.

And so that had been that. Lydia's ghostly friends had been saved, she herself didn't have to be married to a dead guy, and somehow everyone in the house had learned to co-exist.

Life had gotten better for all of them, especially her. Lydia's depression had eased up, she had enrolled in the local girls' school, and she had even made friends.

So...maybe it hadn't gone horribly, after all.

Lydia rolled over in bed, and looked at the ring on her left hand. A reminder of her wedding that had been so heroically interrupted.

But interrupted just slightly too late. The priest (or whatever he was) had just finished pronouncing them husband and wife. Barely.

Lydia smiled to herself and got out of bed, walking over to her vanity, and sat down in front of it, looking into the mirror.

All she had to do was say those magic words, and he would appear. With a smile on his creepy, disgusting face. With a light in his eyes that belonged in someone more alive. With love on his face.

Love for her. Just for her. As he had said, repeatedly, since that night.

Lydia glanced down at her ring again, then giggled.

He'd wanted out, to be in control, and not bound by the rules and laws of the dead. He'd wanted freedom. Utter freedom. Not having to answer to anyone.

Well, that had gone horribly for him. Now, he was bound to her. And he had to come whenever she called.

Lydia looked up at the mirror to see a slightly wicked glint in her eyes, then said those magic words.

"Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice."

That went horribly for him, Lydia thought. But it went well for me.

[ohlovebug]

I'll always love you and make you happy, If you will only say the same

@itsaship-literally He's trying after her heart, at least.

[mocamagical]

@babes-week and so like the prompt, it is the beginning of the first.

July 26 2020 Babes Week Day 1: Firsts 

Twenty-First birthday? first kiss? first drink? I couldn’t pick

[artysmartypigfartyy]

@babes-week Day 6 : Graveyard

“I’m doing ok now Mom”

[bettlguice]

fellas. Relax.

We are literally just doing a ship week. This isn't anything new. Calm yourselves down 😂😂😂

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