#chamie

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George Rexstrew for Besotted Brats (Nicole & Chamie & Nique)

From George Benji. Connect with your favorite stars.

"Hi boys! Jayden, when preparing for Charles, did you think about his internal monologue towards Edwin? Does he ever realize he's jealous af? Or are the heart eyes always a coincidence? Also is there a PO box or something to send art to?"

Jayden's page with contact info

George's page and agency contact info + PR firm

[thefvrious]

@leschanceux sent in 📜

[realmonsterboyhours]

Hey so maybe I as an artist should occasionally submit art huh? Wild. 1) Scarabee 2) @yankyo and Chamie!  3) Chamie Angst! 4) GodNaga!Beej’s human form! 5) Zhuk’s Chamie 6) Gamer!Beetlejuice and a self insert 7) GodNaga!Beej’s Chamie collaring someone! 8) Goth Elf Self Insert teasing Ciarog 9) GodNaga!Beej in some shibari that I drew in 10 minutes absolutely sloshed weeks ago. 10) Sketch page of Chamie!

[strawberrybouvine]

3C with Chamie on the pain one?

Bby got a boo boo :c

[Pain Expression Meme]

[yankyo]

Can we please have some comfort for all that hurt? ;u;

Yes! Yes, you may!

Accident - Part 2

Warnings: Mention of abuse, blood 

   Chamie was acting weird, it wasn’t that he was trying to help, no that wasn’t it, but you could see an odd look on Beetlejuice’s face as the clone was being lectured and Chamie seemed to droop even lower as he looked at the charred remains of his attempt at cooking. And then as the mess in the kitchen was being situated, Chamie was found in the living room attempting to vacuum. It was an honest attempt and you were flattered again that he was trying to help, but you couldn’t help but grimace at the state of it. You certainly didn’t have the money to replace it this month, not when your rent was due and feeding so many new mouths left you a little strapped for cash. Speaking of, you were already running a little too late for work this morning, so even though you wanted to stay and take care of the situation, you had to rush to get ready and run out of the door yelling goodbyes as you went - Chamie wasn’t anywhere to be found and as much as you wanted to assure him that you weren’t upset and make sure he got his goodbye kiss, you resolved to make it up to him when you got home.

   Work was long and boring, a day of dealing with frustrating customers and pasting a smile on your face as you pretended to be listening to them ramble about whatever coupon they were so certain should be working and just how rude the other cashier had been to them last time - you were pretty certain it had been you, but then again, you really didn’t care. No, you were too busy thinking about Chamie’s sad face as he looked at his feet, just taking the lecture without even attempting to fight back. It hadn’t been the first time, but you hadn’t really noticed it before. No matter who it was, once someone started to yell at Chameleon, he seemed to almost shut down, his shoulders hunching and his ears drooping as he just let them take out their anger on him. The only time you had ever seen Chamie fighting back was during the little mock fights he had with the others during game night and even then, it wasn’t really shouting. Despite all the time you had spent with them, how was this the first time you really noticed this? Was there other ticks you had overlooked? Other little signs things weren’t entirely alright with the group of demons you loved so dearly? The thought made your heart ache and it was all you could do to just stay at work and not rush back home to your lovers.

   After what seemed like an eternity, you were finally off the clock and rushing back to your car with a new ball of yarn to replace the one Chamie had messed up this morning. You would sit him down and have a talk about this morning and make sure everything was alright with him, and definitely smother the cute clone with kisses and make sure he knew just how much you really appreciated him, how you appreciated all of them. Your plans for the night were optimistic, but as you pulled up to your home and stepped out of your car, you could hear shouting from the driveway. A chill went through your veins, unsure of what was happening but from the yelling, you could be certain it wasn’t anything good.

   “My books! Why would you even mess with them?”

   “We’re going to have to clean up your mess again!”

   “The kitchen is covered in bubbles, you idiot! What did you do?”

   “What is going on?” You cut in, tossing your bags to the side as you pushed through the gathering of demons to find what they were swarming around and the sight just broke your heart. Chamie was curled into a ball, his arms locked around himself and his grip on his arms so tight you could see blood beginning to stain his sleeves. His hair was a swirling mess of purple and blue with a flash of grey that made you want to cry. “Get back from him, give him some space!” The clones blinked at you, looking down to their comrade as if just realizing how bad the situation had gotten, giving you space to lean in and try to pet Chamie’s hair to get his attention. As you moved closer, the clone raised his head, his eyes glazed and sightless before fear filled them and he stuck out as if trying to fight off his aggressor. You couldn’t help the pained yelp, falling back as you instinctively grabbed the wound, blood welling up through your clenched fingers. Yellow flashed through Chamie’s hair as his eyes seemed to clear before bleeding back to blue, to purple to a dark color you had never seen any of them wear before: black. He gaped at you, looked to his own hand as if it were a separate entity entirely before he reached out for you once more, looking so sorry you thought he would burst into tears right then and there, but before he could touch you the other clones swarmed around you both. Chamie was shoved back as you were dragged into someone’s arms, more shouting and hissing at the cowering clone before Chamie bolted away, half running on all fours as he fled deeper into the house.

   The clones clamoured around you, half dragging you into the bathroom to rinse out the bleeding wound on your arm. Ren took charge of the situation, calling for Bee to get the medical kit for him as he gingerly checked out your wound, sighing in relief after a moment.

   “Thank goodness, you won’t need to get stitches.”

   “What happened today, why was everyone yelling at Chamie?” You couldn’t care less about your injury, no, you needed to know what had lead to Chamie lashing out like that. You knew he hadn’t been attacking you, but something else, something he was clearly terrified of. Chamie would never have hurt you, none of them would, you knew that. The question made Ren wince, as if ashamed of his actions now that he had calmed down but instead of answering, he instead busied himself with tending to your injury,

   “Chamie half destroyed the house,” Jazz, on the other hand, didn’t hold back. “The kitchen is filled with bubbles, he fucked with the washer and dryer, pretty sure half of your clothing is ruined, and he messed with our shit.”

   “He put up the puzzle I’ve been working on all this time.” Jay was pouting in the corner, but you could see a guilty light shining in his eyes. “But all of us jumping on him like that wasn’t right. He doesn’t do well with shouting...” the clones all fell silent, a chill going through them all that stopped you from pressing any further. It wasn’t until Ren finished wrapping your arm and Beetlejuice stepped through the group around you to inspect the job that the silence was broken.

   “I should really clean up the mess...” Ren started shepherding the others out the door, “Someone needs to go find where Chamie holed himself up in.”

   “I’ll find Chamie.” There was no room for negotiation in your tone and the clones didn’t seem surprised, though Beetlejuice didn’t move from his place in front of you.

   “When he gets like this, it won’t be easy to get through to him.” It was phrased like a warning, but Beetlejuice looked resigned, as if this were something that he had tried to fix but knew that he couldn’t. “He might lash out at you again, and next time he might not recognize you in time.”

   “I’ll be alright.” Even if he did lash out, you weren’t scared. Chamie needed someone to reach out to him with kindness, needed to know that you weren’t angry at him. “Ren, can you handle the laundry? Bee and Wasp, clean up the mess in the kitchen, Jazz, Cici, and Jay can put their things back in order how they like it.” The clones nodded and Beej stepped back finally, closing his eyes and focusing for a moment.

   “He’s holed up somewhere cramped and dark. Pretty musty.” You thought to where in the house Chamie would feel the safest and your heart sank with the answer.

   “I’ll be back.” You kissed Beej on the cheek, giving him a reassuring smile before you headed up to the attic. Your attic was tiny, more of an extra storage space than anything, but a person could fit up there if they stooped, and Chamie could definitely curl into a tight enough ball to cram himself into even the smallest space. Your fears were confirmed at the sight of a trembling black and white ball stuffed up against the wall, black and white hair swirling violently. “Chamie? Baby, it's me.” As you crawled in closer, you could hear the muffled crying grow louder in response to you. “Chamie, it’s ok, I promise.”

   “No it isn’t!” Came the responding wail, anguish clear in his tone. “I hurt you! I ruined everything! You hate me!” You could hear his bones creak in protest as he curled in tighter on himself, even his flexibility was being pushed to its limits.

   “I don’t hate you, look, I’m all patched up, you didn’t ruin anything. The mess is already being cleaned up and everything.” Instead of trying to touch him again you settled down with him. “I could never hate you.” Despite your words, he continued to cry, heart wrenching, body shaking wails that made you want to gather him up in your arms and never let go. Between his sobs, he spoke, the words almost unintelligible, but you strained to understand him,

   “Monster..... useless... ruins everything.... she was right....” The last part caught your attention,

   “Can I touch you?” You asked, the ball jolted, but he didn’t respond, so you laid a gentle hand on his back, slowly rubbing back and forth. Though he didn’t relax in the slightest, Chamie shuffled closer to you, his head almost in your lap now. “Is....” You paused, almost afraid to ask this question for fear of hurting Chamie more than he already was. “Is that what Juno told you?” His trembling worsened, but he raised his head slightly to place fully into your lap.

   “She... Juno... She didn’t really like any of us, but...” His shuddered, his eyes tightly shut. “She hated me. I... I wasn’t supposed to exist, I was wrong. Demons aren’t supposed to feel and making something like me was just another sign that Boss wasn’t what she wanted him to be. When she was angry at boss she would make him bring me out and she would...” He trailed off with another shudder, his hand reaching behind himself to touch the small of his back, a sign you had seen once before but hadn’t asked what it meant. Slowly, watching him to make sure he was ok, you reached out to tug up the edge of his shirt over his back, your heart breaking at the sight. Each clone had their own scars, Beetlejuice as well, but this was bad. There was a gnarled, nasty looking scar from countless injuries as if someone had slammed something into his back countless times over the years, and it wasn’t just in one place either.

   “Oh Chamie,” you pulled him in closer and despite his shaking, Chamie let himself be pulled into a hug that he returned after a moment. The demon clung to you tightly, laying his head on your shoulder as he continued to cry. "I'm going to kill her. I'm going to find whatever sandworm ate her, drag her pieces from its belly to out her back together, figure out how to resurrect a dead demon lady and then I'm going to throttle her to death." Murderous anger was a feeling you never thought you could feel, but ever since you had heard of Juno and what she had done to your demons, you didn't doubt that you could have ripped that bitch apart with your bare hands if she were to stand before you. "Chamie, listen, Juno is nothing more than a bitter old bitch who liked nothing more than to make other people miserable because she had nothing better to do with her life. She was wrong about Beetlejuice and she's wrong about you." He raised his head slightly, but wasn't meeting your eyes so you continued on. "You're such a good boy that cares so deeply for everyone around him, and I'm so happy to have you in my life. You knew that I was going to do laundry today and tried to get it done for me, you knew today I had to clean up and brought out the vacuum, even if you messed up a bit you still tried and I'm so proud of you for that. I'll show you how to work everything next time and you'll do an amazing job because you're so smart and attentive that it just blows my mind that you're with me." Watery eyes finally met yours, a streak of green cutting through his hair.

"Really?" He asked weakly, you couldn't help it, you cupped his cheeks and kissed him softly.

"Really." Another tear escaped him, but a small, wobbly smile curled at his lips.

"I don't think you could pull body parts out of a sandworm. That'd take a really long, really strong fishing pole."

"Hell, I'll tie a rope around my waist and dive headfirst if I gotta." He laughed now, hugging you tighter.

"No! Sandworm spit is so gross! It smells and clings to you like a jelly!" He stuck his tongue out at the thought, making a disgusted sound.

“I’ve gotta do what I gotta do to defend my baby boy.” This time he kissed you, his cheeks still wet with tears but a laugh still at his lips.

“Thank you.” He murmured. “But I prefer my babes sandworm spit free.” He pulled you into his lap now, his arms wrapped around you and his head on your shoulder, much like how he would cling to his stuffed animals at night. “Babes?” He paused, swallowing hard as he seemed to be trying to gather the words he needed. “I love you.” Your heart skipped a beat, tears gathering in your eyes now too.

“I love you too, Chamie.”

[beetlebitchywitch]

Will You Be My Valentine?

Because we love @yankyo’s clones, but especially Chamie, our resident feral bb who I love so very much. Happy Valentines Day everyone!

Everyday was an exceptionally full day with Beetlejuice and the clones. You loved them all with every ounce of you, of course, but you had to admit, juggling nine partners when they were each carbon copies of a chaotic, relentlessly amorous demon from Hell was a lot for one person to handle. You did your best to spend time with them all equally, but given that they’re all basically Beetlejuice in some way and often share his insecurities, it was hard to keep them all happy at once. That is part of the reason why you initially decided to keep Valentine’s Day to yourself. You were fairly certain that none of them knew of its existence, and you were completely certain that if they did, they’d be fighting over your attention the entire day, and God save you if you had to patch Chamie up again after he decided to headbutt Jazz in the stomach. And so, when the week of February 14th rolled around, you tried your best to think nothing of it. Deep down, you wished you could be like every other cheesy couple and celebrate Valentine’s Day with the nine demons you loved the most- ok, so maybe not like every other cheesy couple- but you knew that in the end, it was in everyone’s best interest to treat that week like any other week.

Of course, your movie night with Chamie seemed to have other ideas.

The longer you spent time with the rambunctious clone, the more you recognized his capability to enjoy a calm, quiet night with you. His energy often did get the best of him, but if there was anything that could keep his attention, it was a good movie and you curled up into his side. He did give your fingers the occasional nip as you stroked them absentmindedly along his collarbone, but otherwise, he was the perfect boy, settling down into the couch with his eyes trained with rapt attention on the TV screen. That is, of course, until a commercial for some store advertising their Valentine’s Day gifts interrupted his favorite movie. Your eyes widened slightly as pink hearts danced across the screen, clearly capturing Chamie’s attention as he hummed, his confusion evident in his voice.

“Babes?” he asked, shifting a bit to look down at you more fully. “What’s Valentine’s Day?”

...Oh, crap.

“Well, sweetheart…” you began, your mind desperately trying and failing to come up with an appropriate lie. “It’s a holiday where people celebrate being in love. Couples go out on dates and usually get each other gifts like flowers or chocolates to show how much they love each other.”

“Oh...you mean like how I love you?”

Despite your building anxiety at the thought of your secret getting out, you had to smile softly at the sweetness in his voice. “Yes, lovebug. Exactly like how you love me.” You tilted your head up to watch his hair dance around the color spectrum, his eyes swimming with unshared thoughts as the commercial break ended, his attention drawn back to the movie picking up from where it left off. You settled back into his side and tried to calm the swirling anxiety in the pit of your stomach. What was he thinking about? Was he angry that you’d kept this from him? Was he going to tell the others, and would they be angry with you too? In reality, you knew that you could handle them knowing about Valentine’s Day, but they were all Beetlejuice. What if they thought you’d kept it from them because you didn’t love them enough to celebrate it? Nine partners vying for your attention at once you could handle, but nine partners in pain because you’d chosen to lie to them? You couldn’t bear the thought of seeing their hair drooping with an inky purple hue, their eyes like smoldering cinders with their normal spark of mirth snuffed out. Your mind continued to run circles around itself, plunging you through different ideas of the worst case scenario, drawing so much of your attention that you didn’t realize the movie had ended until Chamie was shifting out from under you to get up off the couch. You gazed up in confusion as he walked through the front door without a word, simply holding a finger up to signal for you to wait for him. You let out a deep breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding as you settled into the couch cushions, already coming up with ideas on how to fix your mistakes when the rest of them inevitably found out that you’d kept a freaking holiday of love from them. It didn’t take long for Chamie to return, his eyes trained on the floor and one arm crooked behind his back.

“Wanna tell me what’s going on, lovebug?” you asked, your hands folded pensively in your lap. Your eyes were drawn to Chamie’s hair, which for once was only cycling through different hues of pink, slowly transitioning from a deep magenta to a baby pastel pink and back again as he sunk to his knees in front of the couch, his cheeks stained pink as well as his eyes stayed shyly locked on the carpet. He took a deep breath that he truly didn’t need and thrust the arm from behind his back toward you, revealing a clump of dandelions clutched in his fist.

“Babeswillyoubemyvalentine?”

You sat in stunned silence your brain slowly took in the sight in front of you. Chamie’s fingers were trembling around the dirty dandelion stems, the bases of which looked ragged from being rapidly plucked from the ground. He was practically glowing at this point, his skin and hair finally settling on a matching baby pink with a few strands taking on a soft, nervous yellow. He’d stammered around his words, punching them from his chest like he was nervous to hear your answer despite knowing how much you loved him, and it endeared you to him more than ever, your heart racing at the sight of your perfect boy. Your lips spread into a wide grin almost automatically as the anxiousness finally melted away from your body.

“Oh, Chamie, of course I will.”

His gaze finally lifted from the floor to meet yours, his eyes wide and glassy as his lips spread into an excited, toothy grin. He tossed the dandelions onto the couch along with himself, launching forward to tackle you into the cushions with an ecstatic whoop as he peppered your face with desperate kisses that made you giggle relentlessly underneath him. He buried his face into your neck, nipping playfully at your skin as he clung to you, his legs wrapping around your hips to pull you fully into his arms with a contented sigh. You relaxed into him, nosing gently at his vibrant pink hair as your fingers began to play with it at the nape of his neck.

“Do you like the flowers?” he asked, his voice muffled by the skin he pressed lazy kisses to. You hummed your assent at the thought of those pretty little dandelions, bright yellow and sunshiney and not at all flowers but somehow more perfect than any bouquet of roses. You could feel him smile against your skin, his body thrumming with excitement at the thought of having you as his valentine, which was really not at all different from what you were to him every day, but still managed to feel even more special. You agreed, honestly, and just the feeling of Chamie holding you close and his kisses pressing reverently into your skin made you regret ever hiding Valentine’s Day from your partners. If this is what celebrating it would get you, then you’d be perfectly happy telling them that every day was Valentine’s Day.

[insomni-snacc]

I became a little obsessed with Chamie this week.

[realmonsterboyhours]

Minors DNI

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(Featuring @beetlebitchywitch with Vampire!Cia) Link below the cut!

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