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avengers-hamiltrash · 2 years
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Updated: July 10, 2022
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Crutchie/Charlie Morris
Headcanons
Hurt!Crutchie*
Jack Kelly
One Shots
Don’t Bother Me*
Family
Javid
One Shots
Basorexia
Blurbs
In Case You Don’t Live Forever
Snowfall
Ralbert
Headcanons
Ralbert Babysitting
Sparah
One Shots
Art Classes 
Sprace
Blurbs
Smoking Destroys Your Relationship
Multi-Ship/No Ship
Blurbs
Jatherine, Newsbians, Javid - Apple Pie
Davey, Albert, Race, & Jojo - Makeup
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I don't know, man, it's 3:45am, have this drabble.
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"It's come to my attention that you've gone and treated Thing to a manicure."
You look up and smile serenely, unfazed by the glare that greets you back. With a shrug, you redirect your attention to the book you borrowed from the library, flicking to the next page with an extra flourish, freshly-painted nails catching the light.
"How d'you know it wasn't Enid?" You ask. "She practically spoils Thing all the time."
"You have matching sets."
Ah. Okay, maybe painting Thing's nails to match yours wasn't the best thing for creating an alibi. They look great, though, so...not much to regret.
"Okay, detective," you sigh, fluttering your lashes dramatically, "it was me! I admit it; lock me away for the rest of my meagre existence on this planet!" For extra effect, you sniffle and throw an arm over your forehead.
Wednesday doesn't react. She typically never does, and you aren't offended. Instead, she bowls over your attempt at humor and gets right to the point, never one to mince words or waste her breath with pleasantries. That's fine, too. A little jarring, when you meet her for the first time, but the more you hang around her, the more comforting the routine.
It almost makes you feel important. When Wednesday Addams speaks to you, it's always with purpose.
Even when that purpose is to scold you.
"— so when I set my punishment, only to come back and see Thing having obviously not been punished, it undermines me." You drop your arm when she stops talking and realize there's little space between the two of you, your classmate having closed in like a predator encircling its prey.
From this close, you can smell her shampoo. It reminds you, vaguely, like that earthy, potpourri smell that lingers in funeral homes, and you're pretty sure that's exactly what she was going for.
You tilt your head a little, both surprised and intimidated when Wednesday mimics the movement to keep your faces perfectly parallel.
"And," you mutter, "you want me to apologize to you for...undermining your authority?"
Wednesday sneers. It's ugly-pretty; the kind of off-putting that's somehow aesthetically pleasing. Kind of her whole vibe, really.
"Apologies mean nothing to me. They're nothing but an attempt to weasel out of owning up to something you did on purpose."
She leans almost imperceptibly closer, and then you blink and there's a knife hovering between your faces.
"Make me a blood oath, to swear you won't go above my decisions again."
You lean back, eyes wide and focused on the glint of the blade. It looks sharp enough to cut through almost anything, and your amusement begins to give way to trepidation.
"Wednesday," you say, "first of all, is that sanitary? Doesn't blood have to be drawn by both people for an oath like that? I'm not tryna get a disease because it got mixed up in each other's, like, veins."
The girl lifts a brow at you, and you think for a moment she might be impressed that you know anything about blood oaths. She's not the only person who reads about creepy things like rituals, or the occult, or White America.
Wednesday is quiet, gaze flickering away from yours for the first time since the conversation began, and she straightens back up to her full height. You don't try to say anything more, leaving her in contemplation while you try to calm your heart over the thought of drawing blood. All this for a fun little manicure? How were you supposed to know Thing was in trouble, anyway? You could hardly understand his little tippy-taps and gesturing, he just shook a bottle of nail polish at you and that was that.
"I'll have to return with a second knife," she said eventually, drawing you out of your thoughts. You looked back up at Wednesday, humming in confusion.
She lifts the blade she's holding again, to emphasize her point (ha), then pockets it.
"For our blood oath," she explains. "Don't let my lack of preparation fool you into thinking you've been spared from slighting me. You will remain here while I fetch a second knife and draw up a contract, then we'll perform the oath to ensure you never cross me again without consequences."
"Um," you grimace, "can't we just shake hands, or I'll pinky promise on it? Cross my heart and hope to die?"
Wednesday, to her credit, entertains this for about three seconds.
"Not legally binding enough. Word of mouth is hardly worth fighting for in a court of law. I'd much rather we have paperwork drawn."
She turns on her heel, already walking off with a single-minded focus that scares and impresses you.
"Don't worry," calls her retreating figure, "I'll make up a copy for you as well."
You call after her, but it's no use. In another few seconds, she's out of sight, and you, stupidly, remain seated with your book and wait for her return, knowing it would be even worse if she were made to track you down after the fact.
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bizarrebazaar13 · 3 months
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remember the horticulture hell fic I started in September?
chapter 2 is up now. featuring arguing bats, Veils being Veils, and what I suppose is technically hurt/comfort.
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chaseyesterdays · 7 months
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She’s silent for a long, long moment. “Do you ever get scared, Papa?”
Gods. If only she knew.
(Or: Percy needs sleep. Vesper needs reassurance. Perhaps what they both need is each other.)
@percahliaweek Day 7: Free/Random
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hoperoiselover · 3 months
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Hey guys! Sorry for the LONGGGGGG wait with chapter 15! i've been going through serious writer's block and✨️seasonal depression✨️but i'm back on track! and too repay the long wait, here's a sneek peak! I thank you all for your patience and support! have a good day/night where ever you are! <3
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lilytheflowerwrites · 2 years
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this is me canonising Terra Swoop for my version of c!Elaina's lore (/j... unless?)
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reblogs are appreciated! 💞
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lexa-griffins · 2 years
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If Elaina is too fussy to sleep, I can see Lexa cradling her as she walks up and down the halls soothing her and singing her a lullaby 🥺
🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 the tower is so quiet at night that the hushed voice of the commander as she passes around in the halls in her nightgown singing soft lullabies she herself was never sung to before to her newborn baby takes almost everyone who hears it by surprise.
It's beautifully haunting, a tower who only knew of blood and screams, tense meetings with clans and lessons meant for children who would die long before their time now filled with the singing voice of the commander as she settles down her fuzzy baby daughter.
🥺
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vaxxy-the-raven · 11 months
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Thinking about the twins growing up in Byroden with their mother, happy and nurtured their whole lives.
I like to imagine them getting a farm at some point, though the three still make clothes to donate to the local temple.
The twins would love it, I imagine - working with animals all day, helping to tend the field, making wonderful meals using their own produce, spending time with their beloved mother...
I think it would look good on them - Maybe Vax would take better care of himself, and maybe Vex would stress less?
Elaina would get to see her babies mature into adults, helping them grow and learn.
It would be so sweet!
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rightpastnowhere · 2 years
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alstroemeria, ch. 4
it has been literal months since i updated this!! my bad!! i’ve got a queue of prompts tho so hopefully i’ll have more updates... semi-soon. anyway, this is for @blorbologist​ who gave me the prompt “kissing a naked shoulder” which i turned... a lot fluffier and angstier than i think either of us expected
title: for reassurance
rating: general (despite the prompt lol)
word count: 1.2k
genre: established relationship, family cuteness, hurt/comfort but the hurt happened previously and isn’t prominent here
warning for tlovm fans!! this contains spoilers for events in the vox machina campaign after the current timeline of the show!! i hesitate to call them major spoilers but they’re certainly not minor. also spoilers for the dalen’s closet one shot if you haven’t seen that yet but have seen the campaign
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If Percy had a platinum for every time he had a wedding with no reception, he would have two platinum. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice.
After the ceremony - scrabbled together on a clifftop, blood and sweat mixing with tears (joyful ones, thankfully) - Pike had quietly assured the two of them that she would take care of explanations and apologies, freeing them to return to their daughter. Percy’s hushed “thank you” was nothing compared to Vex, who’d picked Pike up and spun her around in a tight, glowing hug.
Vex is still glowing, now, although it’s faint - absently, Percy marvels that it has been less than an hour since she’d strode blindingly up the rocky path, burning Sylas to the painful ash that he deserved - as she gathers Vesper in her arms, murmuring to her in that soft, sweet voice she only uses with their daughter. It floors him every damn time.
read the rest on ao3
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animutate · 3 months
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i havenot stopped feeling depressed sincei saw my fathers mugshot a couple weeks ago. i hadnt seen it or his face in years up to that point id forgotten what he looked like its been taking a toll on me
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avengers-hamiltrash · 2 years
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Makeup HCs
okay so I talked about this on discord but like i need to talk about it more
(also i don't really know anything about makeup so ✌)
Albert
he thinks smudgy eyeliner looks cool (courtesy of @tarantulas4davey)
he uses pink highlighter when he's going out with friends and stuff
him and davey will do euphoria makeup on each other as a joke and then start doing regularly because they both look hot as fuck
Race & Jojo
they are going together because i feel like they're pretty similar
both do a fairly natural look or just use a small about of foundation just to even out their skin tone
Jojo does just a bit more eyehadow and Race does more eyeliner
Davey
this man goes Above and Beyond
like makes videos of him doing it (once he gets comfortable with it)
you better bet he has a full face of makeup even if he's just going to the store
sometimes he does jack's makeup even though jack doesn't regularly wear/do makeup
he also does makeup for halloween friends (and does make them pay a bit for the work and stuff he uses
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pythonscrypt · 1 year
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also JOJO FIRST INDIV you guys. you guys. i make my silly little team preds for each mcc right and i do individual predictions too just for funsies. when the teams had just dropped i didn't know who to put 1st indiv so i just went with jojo as my default option because of COURSE she would she's JOJO. AND SHE DIDDDD
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bizarrebazaar13 · 7 months
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Waiting For You (you won’t like what you see)
Elaina Banks is a tailor for the Masters of the Bazaar. When a stalactite falls on London, she is certain that they’ll listen to her, if no one else. They’ll help, for her, surely.
They don’t. What now?
the first chapter of my horticulture hell fic is up! read it here.
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recentlylocal · 1 year
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Vesper Elaina de Rolo has always lived with ghosts. During a battle gone wrong, she gets a chance to meet one.
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SSOPROMPTOBER 2022
Day 2: Pattern
Corinne knew she was predictable, ok? Patterns and routines had always been a huge part of her life. She always woke up at 6 AM. What they ate for lunch rarely changed. They multiple meat-vegetable-boiled potato dinners a week (and really she figured she could blame her Dutch heritage for that one). They kept to lists they made. To break one part of the pattern was to break all of it.
Which brings us to a worried Corinne, standing in front of grocery story shelves while frantically texting one of their friends.
Elaina
Elaina they are out of the store brand plain chips
They stared at the space where it was supposed to be. It had never been empty before. They had promised to bring snacks to movie night, and the group had made a list in order to split the cost. And on that list were the store brand plain chips. Which weren’t there. A vibration caused them to look at their phone again.
What about the textured plain chips?
Also gone
I don’t know what to do all the other plain chips are more expensive
Bellpepper chips?
We agreed on plain chips though… I’m not sure if all of us like bellpepper
Just throw the suggestion in the group chat then
Or we’ll just go without chips this time
No-one’s going to be mad about it I promise
Corinne hesitated. They had promised to bring chips, though, hadn’t they? She deleted what she had started to say, started typing again, deleted it again.
Elaina had promised too.
With a deep breath they opened the group chat.
Corinne is autistic just like me, so I decided to project. This was almost fully something that happened to me recently… I was getting some groceries from the list my mom had made and they were out of the chips that was on the list and my brain had an ERROR moment and I had to text my mom about it. I ended up getting a bag of bellpepper chips and two bags of “chip fries” which was a mistake because chip fries Do Not Pass The Texture Check.
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teehee MCC fic!!! Eret & Puffy cheering Ela & Foolish on
Reblogs are appreciated!
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