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Red/Angy Scarabee doodles cause I'm apparently very into that atm
Worship
So, a few things:
1. This story involves Scarabee, the Cajun Mafia!Beetlejuice from The Conglomerate, and GodNaga!Beetlejuice, who he worships and gets his magic from
2. This thing is about 5700 words because I have no self control
Enjoy!
WARNING: VERY NSFW, mild blood, monsterfucking
“You’re sure this is a good idea?”
That particular moment was likely not the best time to be asking that question, not when Bee was already leading you through an overgrown jungle, chopping at various vines and thickets with the machete clutched tightly in his hand. You’d been hiking through the trees for about half an hour in silence, eyes trained carefully on the ground for any sight of arachnids or venomous snakes as you made your way away from a well-worn trail and into the thickest portion of the jungle, where no human being had seemingly traveled in years, given the thickness of the vegetation Bee had to slice through. He clearly knew his way, given the deliberate way he traversed the mossy floor, always looking back to make sure you were following closely behind.
“Of course it’s a good idea,” he answered almost carelessly, as if trying to deny his own doubts about your choices. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” you said, the sarcasm in your tone floating heavily through the air. “Maybe because I’m the first person other than you to meet your deity in person and he’s a naga four times my size? What if he decides to eat me?”
Hey mom? Who are the 5 Mafia!Beej leaders and their bases? they sound really cool!
hoo boy i am so glad you asked i actually made an outline for each of these suave motherfuckers
Italian Don: Scarafaggio, or Gio
Fronts: Private museum owner. Deals in black market art and artifacts.
Speaks: Italian
Appearance:
-Hair slicked back, always one little errant strand lying across his forehead. Black at the roots, green at the tips.
-Wears impeccably tailored suits, pinstriped in black and white. Occasionally they’ll be a red scarf in his breast pocket or a red tie.
-All five have a pinky ring with a beetle etched into it.
-Gold tooth
-Wears a lot of jewelry; expensive watch, lots of rings, etc.
-Owns a lot of leather driving gloves, even though he never drives himself anywhere.
-Usually carries a cane, prefers dark wood with silver or glass heads.
Personality:
-Rather hot-headed, shortest fuse of the three
-Goes absolutely feral on people who disrespect his s/o or his business partners.
-Doesn’t really do displays of affection, has a hard time expressing emotions.
-His love language is gifts, he’ll absolutely shower his s/o in presents.
-Has a taste for luxury and decadence.
Attributes/Skills:
-Best at first aid/patching up and bandaging wounds. Has sewn his own gashes before. Lots of scars underneath the clothing, though none on his face. Yet.
-Sings beautifully, has this rich baritone croon. Loves to sing a duet with his s/o
-Drinks scotch, brandy, cognac. Always the top shelf stuff.
-Smokes Cuban cigars.
-Actually a decent cook, but never does it unless s/o is doing it with him.
-Can do the Jitterbug and the Charleston. Refuses to unless his s/o is his partner. Slow dances are just swaying with your hand in his and his palm pressing to your back.
-Quite a good artist, hides his talent.
Russian Don: “Zhuk.”
Front: Luxury resort owner, general investor. Deals in illegal firearms.
Speaks: Russian
Appearance:
-Tall. Very tall. Barrel-chested, broad-shouldered. Built like a brick house.
-Longer hair, about down to the back of his neck. Not long enough to pull into a ponytail, but long enough to play with. Like Scara’s, his hair is black at the roots, but there aren’t much roots showing through. Most of his hair is green.
-Wears almost all black all the time, very monochromatic. Black turtlenecks under Armani suit jackets. Very sleek.
-Has tiny rectangular reading glasses. His eyesight is fine, it’s all just part of the appearance. Makes him look intelligent.
-Tiny streaks of silver at his temples that don’t change with his mood ring hair.
-Aside from the pinky ring, he sometimes wears a gold chain. Has a nondescript but very expensive watch around his wrist.
Personality:
-The most even-tempered and calm of the three. Exudes an air of dignity and refinement.
-Slow to anger, though when angered is absolutely the most fearsome.
-Does not tolerate self degradation.
-Definitely has the most top energy of the three.
-Despite his size, he's incredibly gentle with his s/o, both in touch and in tone.
-Protective. Has a tendency to hover if he's worried.
-Is not shy about showing affection or telling s/o exactly how he feels
-Authoritative. Expects to be obeyed.
-Showers his lover in praise, in a mix of English and Russian. The only trouble is, the praise and the dirty talk are spoken in the same gentle tone, so his s/o doesnt know which it is until he lapses back into English.
Attributes/Skills:
-Drinks vodka almost exclusively. Kind of a snob about his liquor.
-Smokes hand-rolled cigarettes out of a little chased-silver case he keeps tucked in his coat pocket
-Plays the piano. Can also play the harp, but he’s not as good at it.
-Has a soft spot for animals, dogs in particular.
-Is the most partial to baths of the three, most likely has his own persona sauna and bathhouse
-Can ballroom dance; despite his size, he's quite graceful.
-Has a scar across his left eyebrow.
-Very much into the predator/prey play, though he doesnt have much a tolerance for games or teasing. If he's hunting you, you'd better come up with a strategy or it will be short.
Irish Mafia Don: “Ciarog,” or Cia
Front: Pub owner. Runs an illegal bare knuckle boxing ring
Speaks: Gaelic
Appearance:
-Long hair, little bit past his shoulders, all green
-Freckles across his cheeks, all down his arms
-Heavily tattooed, especially on the hands and arms.
-Shortest of the five, though he’s only an inch or so smaller than Gio
-Wears earth tones, greys and greens mostly. Button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, green vest, grey wool pants, and a flat newsboy cap
-Wears a rosary around his neck. Like Zhuk’s glasses, it’s just for show.
-Has thick calluses on his knuckles, as well as lots of scars on his hands. They’re hardly noticeable with all the tattoos, but close inspection reveals them.
-Wears more rings than Gio, though his are of slightly worse quality. They’re not for show, they’re meant to deal damage to whoever he has to pummel.
Personality:
-Laid back, very flirty. Almost doesn’t seem like a mob boss at first, always cracking jokes.
-Loves games of any kind, especially riddles and guessing games.
-Quick to anger, but quick to calm as well.
-Likes being outside more than the other two, has an appreciation for nature
-Definitely a switch.
-When he gets excited or angry, he'll speak in a mix of English and Gaelic. The more emotion he shows, the more Gaelic slips out.
Attributes/Skills:
-Can play the violin/fiddle. Knows just about every drinking song there is. Loves performing in his pub with his s/o
-Has an extensive knife collection.
-Doesn't have the steps of any particular dance, but can whirl you around a room so fast your head will spin.
-Whiskey and scotch are his preferred drinks.
-At any given moment has at least three weapons hidden on his person.
-Most lenient of the three
-Can use fae magic, even though he's not exactly on friendly terms with them.
-Collects enchanted trinkets. Between his knives and his trinkets he's a bit of a pack rat
Cajun Crime Lord: “Scarabee,” or Bee
Front: Riverboat casino runner. Distributes moonshine and runs illegal gambling dens
Speaks: French Creole
Appearance:
-Same height as Gio
-Hair colored like Cia’s, all green, but cut shorter than the rest and styled into a bit of a pomp.
-Wears a suit of gold paisley, has a necklace of various species of teeth (some animal, some human) around his neck, along with silk gloves on his hands
-Carries a cane, but unlike Gio’s his is connected to his magic and glows to match his hair.
-He’s got a bit of a crazy eye, when he grins, he can look a little unhinged. The heterochromia doesn’t help that, with one green iris and one purple
-His teeth are inexplicably a little bit sharper than the other’s.
Personality:
-Playful, teasing, not shy at all
-Biggest top after Zhuk
-Has the biggest bloodlust, likes to get his hands dirty
-The angrier he gets, the bigger he grins, and it’s a little terrifying.
-Also expects to be obeyed; he and Zhuk get into a lot of pissing contests over this.
-Definitely the type to throw elaborate, crazy parties in his manor or on his riverboat.
-His accent gets super thick when he’s excited or angry, so much so it’s hard to tell the difference between English and Creole.
Attributes/Skills:
-Actually a really good cook, loves sharing recipes with his s/o
-Skilled in voodoo and witchcraft, has shadow powers
-Has pet gators that live in the swamp out back of his property. Please don’t ask what he feeds them.
-Drinks pretty much anything, but is partial to moonshine
-Smokes Virginia Slims
-Definitely gets high on a regular basis
-Terrific swing dancer.
Spanish Crime Lord: “Escarabajo,” or Bajo
Front: Owns a string of private nightclubs. Operates a drug running ring, cocaine and marijuana
Speaks: Spanish
Appearance:
-His dress is very monochromatic, sticking mostly to black and white. Sometimes you can catch a flash of red.
-Open-throated shirts and tight pants. Very Zorro-esque.
-Wears a silver medallion around his neck with the Virgin Mary on it. Like Zhuk’s glasses or Cia’s rosary, it’s all for show.
-Silver teeth. Some back teeth, but most noticeably, his top canines.
-Slicked back hair, like Gio’s is mostly black with green just at the tips, but closer in length to Zhuk’s. Has the thickest hair of the five.
-Black leather gloves. Unlike Gio and Bee, who are always wearing theirs, he’s seen without them just as much as with them.
Personality:
-The most flirtatious. You thought Cia was bad? Bajo is on thirst hours 25/8.
-It takes a lot to make him angry, though he’s quick to cool down. Most level aside from Zhuk.
-Tells a lot of jokes. His are only a little bit better than Cia’s.
-Likes leaving little gifts and trinkets for his s/o. More often than not, you’ll wake up to find a single rose on your pillow.
-Most charitable of the lot. They have orphanages and boarding schools set up in each of their home countries, and it was his idea to start them.
-Oddly wise. The best to go to for life advice (if you want to avoid one of Zhuk’s lectures, that is).
Attributes/Skills:
-Plays the guitar. He and Cia often duet.
-Amateur sharpshooter. He won’t be winning any contests, but he’s by far and away the best shot of the five.
-Has a green thumb. Loves to grow things; flowers, fruits, vegetables, herbs, you name it. Has land dedicated to his plants on each of their shared estates, as well as his own small farm back home.
-An absolute god at the tango.
-A switch for sure, but is probably the most eager bottom of the five.
-Praise kink? Praise kink.
(tagging @yankyo @realmonsterboyhours @beetlejuicebeadoll @sapphic-florals @dilfyjuice @wolfie-doggo and the other members of my discord just in case i’ve forgotten something or if they would like to add anything.)
I commissioned @realmonsterboyhours for my favorite Beetlejuice Mafia!AU don Gio and I together.
Yeah, I haven’t stopped smiling at this and/or looking at it.
She’s amazing and I love her and her art
Also I love Gio but we’ve been knew
Things That Don’t Belong to You (Mafia!Beetlejuice x reader)
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Being dragged out to a bar after a business meeting was not your idea of fun. The saving grace at least was that it was pretty upscale and not terribly loud. It was late though and the bar was decently crowded, far busier than you enjoyed. Unfortunately, your coworkers had no intention of letting you leave any time soon even though they were gathered together at a group of tables in the corner, not doing much besides drinking and bitching about work.
So here you were at the bar, getting yourself a drink because at least being a little tipsy might make this more bearable. You didn’t want attention, and your expression, body language and clipped (but still polite) interaction with the bartender spoke to that. Still in your blazer, nice work shoes a bit too tight and uncomfortable, you just wanted to go sit with your coworkers until they got drunk enough that you could slip away. Waiting for your drink, of course you couldn’t just be left alone,
“Heyyyyy there hot stuff-“ a sloppily drunk asshole had to get right in your personal space. He reeked of liquor and could barely stand up, “you should smmmile, you look like a bitch with that sour face.” He slurred, trying to grab at your waist. Somehow, this guy was missing the aggressive ‘don’t fucking touch me’ vibes you were giving off. You were done.
“Buddy, this is your one and only chance to fuck off before you regret touching things that don’t belong to you.” You growled lowly, one hand casually in your pocket.
“Cmooon, don’t be like that” He grinned lopsidedly fully trying to grab you now. Your hand shot out of your pocket, shoving your small but deadly sharp pocket knife so tight against his stomach it tore his shirt a bit.
“Didn’t your mom teach you any fucking manners?” You hissed. The guy turned white and stumbled back, fleeing from the bar without a word or a backward glance. Sighing, you slid the tiny knife away.
“Damn babe, I was gonna step in but it looks like you can take care of yourself.” Came a gravely voice from behind you. You groaned,
“Thanks I guess, but I guess you know not to fuck with me either, then?” You tried to sound conversational as you turned to face the owner of the voice, but you were tired and didn’t have any desire to justify your actions. The man wasn’t terribly tall, but his dark eyes and crooked, teasing smile were disarming and made you almost want to chat with him despite your still present frustration.
“Wouldn’t dream of it. Hate seein a cute thing like you getting harassed in my damn bar. Bouncer should handled that jackass sooner- Can I cover your drink to make up for it?” He gestured to the bartender- who you realized looked almost identical to the man in front of you. You shrugged and smirked,
“Nah, it’s ok.” You held up a wallet in your other hand, “He needed to learn not to touch things that don’t belong to him anyways.” The bar owner, apparently, laughed hard at that. It was a deep, grumbling sound that made the devilish smirk on your lips turn to a genuine smile.
“I like your teaching style.” He said as his laughing subsided. “Why don’t you come back here tomorrow, I’d like to compare lesson plans.” His voice was flirty, but you didn’t mind.
“I could do that, I think.” You agreed smugly. He nodded, taking your drink from the bartender and handing it to you.
“Glad to hear it babe, just tell the door guy you’re here to see BJ.” He was still holding onto the glass, your fingers overlapping. Usually such a small gesture would be unimportant, but the subtle contact brought a blush to your cheeks. His hand pulled away slowly, his eyes focused momentarily on your touching hands. “I’d like to show you what someone with manners is like too.” He winked which made you giggle I a way that made you cringe internally.
“I don’t know ‘BJ’, you don’t seem like someone who always has the best manners.” You said with a low voice and a seductive smirk.
“I don’t bite... hard.” BJ winked, has voice a low growl. One of the door guys called for him, and he glanced at him with a nod. His body language changed. He seemed taller, more professional.
More dangerous.
“Hope I see ya here tomorrow, babe.” His voice was serious, his eyes dark but suggestive as he turned and walked away. You nodded, the heat more present in your cheeks now.
Maybe bars could be fun after all.
💚🖤💚🖤 short Little piece that’s been rattling around my head! Enjoy 💕
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Love and bugs,
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Imagine, you walk into a bar while on vacation and see a big ol’ Irish guy behind the bar... and he smiles at you.
Yeah I fell into the BJ Mafia Conglomerate AU.... and I’m going to blame @beetlejuicebeadoll mostly.
The Ghost and the She-wolf
Inspired by the Mafia!Beej personas of the wonderful @monsterlovinghours, please enjoy this little something about Zhuk.
Zhuk and the Mafia!Beejs belongs to @monsterlovinghours, she just very sportingly let me play pirates with him.
It’s a pirate’s life for me, yo-ho.
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Part 1 –
You were the youngest captain of the Royal Navy, no meager achievement. On top of that, you were the first female graduate of the academy, earning your title with commendations and honors that you had worked hard and tirelessly to secure. In light of this you’d been placed in command of a newly built ship: the Invictus, a sleek, three-masted frigate designed to marry speed and power, armed with fourteen 24-pounder guns and a pair of long nine ranged cannons astern. Your primary mission was to protect the shipping lanes and wealthy port towns against pirates and to capture as many of the seagoing criminals as possible. You set your sights on the most feared one of all: the one they called призрак, prizrak, “the ghost”. Braver souls referred to him in reverent whispers as Zhuk, but the name was of no consequence to you. His ship, the Perperuna, had been wreaking havoc with merchant trading routes all over the Pacific and you would see to it that he was brought to justice.
Thus began a long and frustrating series of engagements in which you came close, so very close to victory only for Zhuk to escape at the last moment. The Perperuna was smaller than you’d expected, and expertly manned by her captain. Zhuk, you were loathe to admit, was a shrewd and perceptive adversary. More than once he outmaneuvered the Invictus, using his clipper’s smaller size and greater agility to his advantage. The bastard seemed almost able to smell your best laid traps and evade or rout them. The trick was to keep up with him long enough for the Invictus’s artillery to deal sufficient damage to disable the Perperuna and allow you to get close enough to board and take him on face-to-face. While also managing to withstand the onslaught of return fire from Zhuk’s own armament.
The Invictus’s long nines were employed often when Zhuk managed to outdistance you. The twin guns came with a longer range and improved accuracy, but thus far neither of you had been unable to deliver a decisive blow. As your game of cat and mouse dragged on and on, you had to consider that Zhuk might well be playing with you. Just the thought made your blood boil. You resolved then and there that the next time you met would be the last, one way or another.
I was rather indulgent to my discord babes recently and over the short time of knowing them did quite a few requests! I’m really happy with how comfortable I feel drawing humans again now thanks to them and I hope they end up requesting more cute art for me to draw! Here’s the (mostly)self-ship stuff I’ve been requested for so far~
@yankyo with Naga versions of her clones Wasp and Bee.
@wolfie-doggo ‘s character Jenny with Mafia!Beej
Myself with Naga!Beej (as was requested)
@scribblepigeon with Dewey
and @monsterlovinghours with Incubus!Beej (Forgive me I can’t draw kissing for some reason)