Sep 28, 2022
Finally found the outfit I want to be buried in
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Finally found the outfit I want to be buried in
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Demon BJ Rescue
The shadows hovering in the room had fallen on her like a spider as soon as she entered, driving her down to the wooden floor. Lydia’s scream of shock was cut off as the shadow formed spindly, long-fingered hands that closed around her throat.
She clawed at her neck, but her fingers passed through the shadows with only slight resistance, like moving through water. She tried to twist her body out from under the massive shape, but the shadow had a surprising heavy, cold weight. Pinning her down. Her vision began to darken as the shadow settled over her face.
"GET OFF HER."
From the corner of Lydia’s eye a huge black shape reared up and collided with the smothering shadow. The weight on her body lifted; she screamed as claws raked down her skin when the thing was knocked away.
Finally she could move. Lydia tried to scramble to her feet but slid back down to her knees, muscles weak as jelly. She dragged herself away instead, pulling her body with her arms, not stopping until she hit the wall in the farthest corner of the room and could go no further.
The dark shadow was on the ground under a hulking black shape. Lydia's eyes widened. It was humanoid and so dark it was hard for her to make out the details, but it looked like it was covered in a ragged black-and-white striped shroud. Something long and slithery dragged on the ground behind it as it brought massive hands tipped with blood-colored claws down on the shadow pinned under it. A deep, guttural snarl came from its throat. Its hands hit the shadow with a loud, wet, smacking noise, like the sound of Delia thwacking steaks in the kitchen with a meat tenderizer.
When the hulk paused in its process, the shadow was not moving. It peered down at the thing, then its head swung around and fixed pure white lamplight eyes on the corner where Lydia slumped.
She couldn't help but tense. The hulking beast was so large that it seemed to take up half of the room, and being the focus of something that large made some survival instinct scream in the back of her mind.
The beast gave a displeased howl as the shadow suddenly sprang back to life, squirming out from under its massive claws. But the beast was obviously a threat, because it didn't stick around. It screeched like a banshee, something that might have been words, some threat or promise to return, or just a wordless wail of frustration.
The shadow thing fled and the beast didn't make any move to chase it. The door to the room was flung open on a sudden wind and then it was gone.
Slowly the headlight eyes swung back to focus on Lydia. She whimpered and tried to gather her legs under her as it started toward her.
With each step, the beast's form started to waver and collaps in on itself, leaving the striped shroud looking like a collapsed circus tent. From beneath the shroud a familiar head and shoulders emerged, and the whole thing faded away as Beetlejuice took another hesitant step toward her.
"Lydia?" His voice was more subdued than she had ever heard it before, a quiver of emotion underneath.
She tried to speak but her throat felt like something was lodged inside.
He took another step but stopped just short of being able to reach her. His hands were clasped around each other in front of him. "I, uh, I... didn't want you to see me like that..."
Lydia felt the obstruction in her throat sink into her chest and shatter. Sobbing, she threw herself forward into Beetlejuice's arms.
Beetlejuice was still for a moment, and then awkwardly clutched her to him, holding her as tightly as she was holding him. He smelled terrible, but she couldn't focus on anything other than the sobs wracking her frame and gasping air into her lungs. She had never felt fear like that before.
For once, he didn't speak. He held her and let her cry and shake.
The Beetlejuice Fandom Be Like
Beetlejuice: What’s the word for horny, but not in a sexual way. Like, I’m horny for Halloween, but I don’t wanna fuck a pumpkin, ya know?
Lydia: ...Are you trying to say you’re excited?
Beetlejuice: I’m in the mood for a quickie.
Adam, choking: a wHAT?
Beetlejuice: A quickie. You know, one of those tart things.
Adam:
Adam: It’s pronounced quiche.
Adam: Are you a big spoon or a little spoon?
Beetlejuice: I'm a knife!
Barbara: He's a little spoon.
Adam: *nods*
Attention
Beetlejuice would wear a belt with mistletoe on the belt buckle for the holidays.